Monday Night Smash Results: 3.11.24
Mar 11, 2024 19:54:06 GMT -5
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Post by Jonathan Barrows on Mar 11, 2024 19:54:06 GMT -5
The neon lights flickered outside the MVP arena in Albany, casting an eerie glow on the grimy alley where the group of outcasts and dregs of society gathered.
Their torn clothes and desperate eyes told stories of hardships and struggles.
As they tried to sneak through the back entrance of the arena, they were met by the stern gaze of the security guards.
"Hey, what do you think you're doing? You can't come in here," barked one of the guards, his voice filled with authority.
The leader of the group, a scrappy man with wild hair and a hint of defiance in his eyes, stepped forward. "We're the opening act. We're supposed to be here," he said, his voice rough with years of hardship.
The guard raised an eyebrow, skepticism clear in his eyes. "Opening act? You must be out of your minds. No one like you is getting in."
Just then, a woman in shimmering black emerged from the shadows. Her name was Synn, a mysterious figure who had the aura of power around her. "They're with me," she said, her voice low and commanding. "They are my special guests, the unfortunate ones."
The guards exchanged uneasy glances, unsure of how to proceed. Synn's reputation preceded her, and they knew better than to cross her.
"Let them through," Synn said, her eyes daring anyone to challenge her authority.
With a reluctant nod, the guards stepped aside, and the group of misfits walked past them, their faces a mix of relief and disbelief. As soon as Synn and her band of outcasts passed by, the security guard picked up his radio.
"We have a problem here, I need back up immediately."
As the screen cuts away from the security guard, we find ourselves staring at a dark screen. A quiet beginning starts, the intro to “Watch The World Burn” by Falling In Reverse, as we begin to see faraway shots of a dark neighborhood, somewhere in the back streets of America.
We slowly zoom in as the song begins to build in momentum, with a faster rhythm. As it comes towards us, we begin to see some of the stars of WGWF Monday Night Smash. We see Damage walking down the street, a weapon in hand. Lexi Gold is leaning against a wall, her arms crossed, waiting. Johnny Stylez and Synn step out of a darkened alley, both looking excited for the chance at violence. Corey Bull pulls up on a motorcycle, throwing it to the side as he gets up. John Cable steps out of his vehicle, pulling out a long kendo stick behind him. There seems to be an air of anticipation around the entire scene.
”Some people just want to see the world burn… and some are only interested in saving it.”
Many of the heads turn, looking, as a large bulldozer drives into the scene. We can see, either hanging on the side of the bulldozer or walking beside it, several members of The Fortunate Ones. Clyde Newton swings his baseball bat back and forth, showing off the WGWF X-Division Title around his waist. Sonya Benson walks confidently nearby, smirking at the destruction that is to come. Amber Mansley is on the side of the bulldozer, looking ready to leap off of it at any second. And behind the wheel, Joe Montuori smiles wickedly at what’s to come.
”It’s inevitable that there are going to be conflicts. The only question is, what will be left afterwards?”
As the bulldozer charges forward, we see other wrestlers from Smash popping up, fighting it out as it quickly becomes almost like a riot. We can see Gideon King and John Blade swinging away at each other, as well as Kenji Miyamoto and Seth Stevens. Many of the wrestlers charge at The Fortunate Ones, as the brawling goes in all directions. As all of these wrestlers fight it out, we can see Ragnarok step on the scene. He ignores everyone else, pointing his finger towards one person: the WGWF Smash Heavyweight Champion, Enigma. The champ signals with one hand to bring it on, and Ragnarok heads straight at him… as the screen suddenly explodes in a roar of flame and debris.
When everything settles down, we find ourselves in the sold-out MVP Arena in Albany, New York. The fireworks are going wild at the entryway, signaling the beginning to another Monday Night Smash! The cameras move along the crowd, showing us various signs, including “I Will Never Give Up Cable!”, “Ragnarok Means The End”, and “I Feel Fortunate To Be Here”. We make our way past all of the screaming, bloodthirsty fans to make it to the announce table, joining our usual commentators.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Ladies and gentlemen, I’m Patrick Mathews, along with my broadcast partner, CJJ, and we welcome you once again to the hottest wrestling show in the world today, Monday Night Smash!!
CJJ: I’m sure I know of at least one wrestling show that would disagree with you, Patrick… but they’re wrong. Smash is where it’s at!
PATRICK MATHEWS: Tonight, we’ve got an all-star card of matches featuring some of the best wrestlers in the world today! That includes a Falls Count Anywhere match between Synn and our Smash #1 Contender, Ragnarok! A Barbed Wire Bloodbath contest! And in our main event, one of the great new talents of the company, Keiji Miyamoto, takes on the WGWF X-Division Champion, Clyde Newton!
CJJ: Another main event for The Fortunate Ones! Very well deserved, I must say!
PATRICK MATHEWS: Of course, it’s not J Mont in the main event, which must eat at him…
CJJ: What are you talking about? Anywhere J Mont goes, it immediately becomes the main event!
PATRICK MATHEWS: We’ve got a lot of action planned for tonight, so we might as well get things going with our first…
CJJ: Hah! You think things are going to be that easy? Not a chance, Patrick!
PATRICK MATHEWS: … Can’t we start with a great wrestling contest for once?
CJJ: You know better.
PATRICK MATHEWS: …
A sudden burst of cold hits the Albany New York crowd as the roof of the MVP Arena begins to retract, letting the temperature plunge to the low 30s.
PATRICK MATTHEWS: What the hell? The roof, it’s… wait a min, the roof in this arena isn’t supposed to retract! It was built as an indoor enclosed one.
CJJ: Oh, you didn’t know? The Fortunate Ones called ahead a few weeks ago and had them renovate the roof to make it a retractable one. You’d know this if you didn’t slander the group every chance you get. They told me cause I am unbiased and tell it like it is. They are the stars of Smash. Like it or don’t like it, you gotta understand it.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Well……………….
CJJ: Just what I thought. You have nothing to say. Just sit back and SOAK IT ALL IN!
The whirring thuds of a helicopter are heard, and in a sight that sends the fans into a state of awe, we find a luxurious large helicopter descending from the sky into the arena!
The windfall from the powerful blades smash into the fans within the first several rows, blowing them out of their chairs and sending them tumbling ass overhead against the fans further back. Old folks in wheelchairs and walkers stationed in the special handicapped section suffer worse, as they are not only blown away by the power of the blades but they injure themselves more than what they had before attending this event.
PATRICK MATTHEWS: *having to yell over the sounds of the helicopter* This is outrageous! Those sorry sons a bitches don’t care about our great fans. Look at all these lawsuits ready to happen. WGWF is gonna get sued after tonight!
CJJ: *having to yell over the sound of the helicopter* Sued Smooed. Who cares? At least we get to feast our eyes on the Fortunate Ones!
All eyes are on the powerful and majestic flying behemoth as we see Clyde Newton, Amber Mansley, and J Mont step onto the skids on the helicopter, all decked in specialized gear, and then they descend on paratrooper-type ropes. As they fast rope down like a trio of special forces soldiers, an ear-busting explosion of pyro goes off.
The trio land in perfect synchronization and unhook themselves, then give the helicopter the Navy Seals hand signal, sending it up and away with the same speed it entered with. With them now in full view of the fans, we see their specialized tactical gear up close.
The fans are in complete shock at the arrival of The Fortunate Ones tonight. Just when you thought they have run out of ideas, they come out and do this. Now standing tall in the ring, the fans can get back to their BOOING ways!
CJJ: We will NEVER witness an arrival like that again. One of a Kind. No one will ever top this. It’s a great day to be A Fortunate one.
PATRICK MATHEWS: You are not a Fortunate one. You are a Jackass.
CJJ: I know you are, but what am i?
PATRICK MATHEWS: A Child, just like everyone in that ring right now.
J Mont is handed a mic, and when that happens, you know what is next. A 5 minute chorus of Boo’s from the fans. The same applies to Clyde and Amber when they get the mic as well. The Fortunate Ones are the most hated faction in the industry today. But that is only because everyone is jealous that they cannot do what they do, arrive like they do and be a part of the group. J Mont taps the mic to let the fans know that the verbal assault is about to take place.
J MONT: Everyone……….Welcome to Monday Fortunate Ones Night here on Smash. We all know that you bought your tickets here tonight to see the arrival of The Fortunate Ones. To see what I have to say. To see Amber beat the living shit out of Corey Bull and leave him in a Bloodbath. And to watch Clyde in the Main Event, destroy Benji, i mean Kenji Miyajfkdljfkdjfdlkuto.
BOO! BOO! BOO! BOO! BOO! BOO! BOO! BOO! BOO! BOO! BOO! BOO! BOO! BOO! BOO! BOO! BOO!
J MONT: Don’t boo me. You should be Booing the Japanese, not the man from New York himself. And speaking of New York. Everyone here from Albany is not a New Yorker. You might as well consider yourselves Canadians because you are 3 hours from the Canadian border and nowhere near the City. So, you all can suck a Moose’s balls and cry to The Mountie, because you are going to sit back and listen to what i have to say here.
BOO! BOO! BOO! BOO! BOO! BOO! BOO! BOO! BOO! BOO! BOO! BOO! BOO! BOO! BOO! BOO! BOO!
J MONT: So, back to the MVP Arena here, which was definitely named after me. Everyone knows that this place is owned by Albany County and operated by ASM Global. But I wouldn't expect most of you to know that because you are morons and have no concept of business. And when it comes to Business and Money, those are the 2 of the most important things in my life behind Mia and Gia of course. And, when I sat down with Amber, Clyde and Sonya, we came up with this idea to throw our weight and money around, and change the roof here to be retractable. A lot of sports teams cannot afford to do this or see the value in it, but this was an opportunity we could not pass on.
J MONT: That’s right. 800 Million dollars was just spent to arrive here and blow the wigs and toupees off everyone. To Flex and show the world that we can do whatever we want, when we want. And how did all of this happen? SIMPLE! It’s called Connections and Money. 2 Things that I will always have and pass along to everyone in The Fortunate Ones as well. It all started with the group agreeing to do it, followed by getting the money wired to Albany County and ASM Global. Then, getting with Mayor Kathy Sheehan for approval. And that was easy to get because J Mont helped her get her 3rd term in office. After Kathy signed off on this, it went to Ronald Bension, who is the ASM Global President and Chief Executive. Ronald was excited when he heard about this and signed off on this faster than Tyreke Hill runs the 40 yard dash. There was only 1 signature left to get and that was from Daniel P. McCoy, who serves as the Albany County Executive. There were no questions asked by Daniel as he signed because he also was helped by J Mont to get his 4th term. The plan was in place and the train was in motion. And here we are today, inside the MVP arena, getting dropped off ringside by a helicopter. Just when you thought we were out of ideas, we showed you that we never run out of them!
BOO! BOO! BOO! BOO! BOO! BOO! BOO! BOO! BOO! BOO! BOO! BOO! BOO! BOO! BOO! BOO! BOO!
J MONT: Everything here on the Smash brand runs through The Fortunate Ones. It seems that everyone wants a piece of us and I find that pretty cute. But I think everyone really needs to keep their eyes open and watch out for John Gable, Lexi Fold and Fred Knight. Seemed they meant business on Monday Night Brawl with their words and actions. But, let me redirect my words to what is next for J Mont. It’s simple. I am going to sit back and watch Clyude dominate the X Divisions and become one of the biggest stars like I said he would become. To also watch Amber control the Bloodbath Division and bring home the gold there. And then to watch my bestie get her last win and stick it to everyone in this crummy world. But, the million dollar question after all of that is, what is next for J Mont!
The Fans start to chant negative words at J Mont.
NO ONE CARES!
GO BACK TO IIW!
DON’T RESIGN HIM BARROWS!
GO TO HELL!
J Mont, Clyde and Amber are laughing at the fans trying to throw some insults around. Nice try, but you will never be able to humiliate The Fortunate Ones with words.
J MONT: Nice try guys. You all need a Class from J Mont in HOW TO BE A HEEL 101. But I'm not sure any of you could afford the fee to sign up. And do you really think I care what you think? NOPE! The IIW did bring me a huge offer to return, but nothing has been decided there yet. Barrows knows what is best for business, and that is to keep The Fortunate Ones in tact. He knows what he needs to do. And I am in hell, which is Albany, so thanks for joining me there.
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J MONT: But what is next for J Mont? There are so many directions I could go right now. Seems I am the hottest thing in the WGWF since my name comes out of everyone’s mouth on a consistent basis. I could just ride off into the sunset with 2 BIG WINS over Chris Page and laugh my way to the bank knowing that I ruined his life. I have nothing left to prove in the wrestling industry. I have done it all, and beaten them all. So, I guess the date on everyone’s mind is…….
APRIL 19th 2024
J MONT: At midnight, my contract expires with the WGWF and I am no longer obligated to give them my time and energy. And the worst part is, they are going to feel the effects of this because April 20th and 21st are the 2 biggest nights for WGWF with Wrestle Wars. The ratings will truly be down, and merchandise sales will hit rock bottom if I am not there. So, I guess the ball is in my court because as of right now, I don't need to be at Wrestle Wars. Jonathan Barrows and The Page’s can't force me either. I already had my WrestleWars match a few weeks ago on Brawl and took Down Chris Page in his home field advantage match, Hell in a Cell. So, it looks like I need to buy a front row seat or VIP suite and watch The Fortunate Ones that night do the damn thing.
BOO! BOO! BOO! BOO! BOO! BOO! BOO! BOO! BOO! BOO! BOO! BOO! BOO! BOO! BOO! BOO! BOO!
CJJ: We lose J Mont, we lose The Fortunate Ones, which means we lose revenues and sponsorships. And on top of that, we will probably get replaced on Monday Night with reruns of Night Court or Growing Pains.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Those were 2 good shows. Cancelling Mont would be best for business.
J MONT: Like I said, I could go in many directions. I could go North and sign with the IIW. I could go South and sign with XWF. I could go East and resign with WGWF Smash. I could even go West and sign with Monday Night Brawl. Or i could forget all 4 directions and tell everyone other then Family and TFO to FUCK OFF! I know who has been running their mouths, trying to get my attention. You NEED ME to be relevant. You NEED ME for the MAIN EVENTS. You NEED ME for the spotlight. YOU NEED ME PERIOD. I don’t need you at all. Truly, you're really not worth my time. Whether it's a stupid doofy guy wearing a mask because he is uglier than Napoleon Dynamite, to a blonde whore who probably broke the record already set by Lisa Sparks for most men slept within 12 hours. Which is 919 men to be exact. Or to a man who doesnt even know who the fuck he really is. This man claims he knows me and is out to fix his past mistakes. The only mistake he is making is thinking he is going to FORCE me into a match. No one tells J Mont what to do. I do everything on my own schedule. So, you can shut the fuck up and go suck a Moose’s balls here in Albany!
BOO! BOO! BOO! BOO! BOO! BOO! BOO! BOO! BOO! BOO! BOO! BOO! BOO! BOO! BOO! BOO! BOO!
J MONT: I think I was supposed to answer some challenge or question. I don’t even remember because it's not important to me. The person is not important. As a matter of fact, I forgot who it even is, if i can be honest. But there is one name I will never forget. MIA MONTUORI. She is here tonight, and let’s just say that business will get handled for what happened last Smash. You fuck with family, you get dealt with. Same thing applies to you, Duncan. You mess with my bestie Sonya, I will rip your head off and shove it straight up your ass. And speaking of Monday Night Brawl, I saw all the replays and footage. I think it’s cute that a certain someone that likes to wear masks, wore one of me and jumped the New Intercontinental Champion after his match and used my JKO. Nice try, but I wasn't there. And Sonya Benson is my witness for that. Or should I say….
AGENT BENSON!
J MONT: YES! You heard me right, Barrows. You want me back, you are going to have to deal with Agent Benson in negotiations. With that, let me pass the mic over to Clyde, cause I know he has some Damage on his mind.
J Mont hands the mic over to Clyde as they fist pump one another.
CLYDE NEWTON: Damage, you oversized piece of shit. Are you listening to me? You came out last episode of Smash and tried to force a match on the table. Don't you understand by now that we call the fucking shots around here. So that little contract for our match, you can wipe your ass with it. You tried to set a deadline on my decision but that isn't going to work. So here is the deal. I won't be signing or agreeing to anything here tonight. Besides, I never even heard you say please. You should be on your knees begging me for this opportunity.
As Clyde smirks at his latest comment, he hands over the mic to the lovely Amber Mansley.
CJJ: What a goddess Mansley is. She is truly the hottest in the business today.
PATRICK MATHEWS: You need to get your eyes checked out. Better yet, maybe buy a pair of glasses like WildThing Vaughn did in Major league.
AMBER MANSLEY: WGWF! The Fortunate Ones continue to remain the most dominant faction in WGWF history. You see, I announced that I would come for the Bloodlust Championship and I’ve been getting hungrier every second. I’m willing to destroy everyone in my path to ensure I bring that championship to The Fortunate Ones because I hate it when everyone else on the roster thinks they can speak on what we do. We are the elite of society. We have access to resources as you clearly saw but you incel losers and non-rizz losers wouldn’t understand. You’re too busy paying for FaceTimes on Twitter or purchasing OnlyFans because you can’t get a real woman like me!
The audience breaks out into another chorus of boos the moment Amber takes a spin to show off her FashionNova outfit.
AMBER MANSLEY: But as J Mont said, his contract is coming to an end at midnight and Clyde is ready to defend the X-Division Championship at any time. However, I think WGWF needs to understand just how serious we are. Therefore, we are introducing the era of a Hostile Takeover when we are putting the entire roster on notice. Smash, each show starting from now, a sacrifice will be made. One of you unlucky pricks will be beaten down until WGWF recognizes our worth and gives us the power to run this show. If anyone wants to stop us, let it be known that you cannot win!
Amber hands the mic back over to J Mont, who gives Amber a hug as Clyde puts his arm around Amber.
J MONT: So, as all you ass clowns can see, The Fortunate Ones are running things. There isn't anyone out there that can stop us. We are going to keep coming out here every Monday Night and flexing our muscles because WE CAN. And before we leave, I want to make sure my bestie gets a proper shout out because she deserves it. We miss ya Sonya, and I miss my bestie, but I will see you on Monday Night Brawl. I got a little business there I have to attend to as well.
J Mont throws the mic into the stands, as The Fortunate Ones Hold their arms high into the sky. But as they lower them, here it comes.
CJJ: I think one of those middle fingers was for you Patrick!
PATRICK MATHEWS: We have young kids in the front row getting middle fingers. Just WOW!
The Fortunate Ones throw up the MIDDLE FINGERS and make sure to get all 4 sides of the ring.
The second J Mont has finished chatting the rubbish he speaks, the lights dim and the screen flickers to life…
TFO walks to the ropes and waits, shouting towards the backstage area for Devlin to get his ass out there and they'll destroy him…
Suddenly the video begins to fade into static and changes to reveal Devlin sitting inside a 72 Chevy Camaro in the parking lot of the MVP Arena… The crowd goes absolutely nuts.
DEVLIN: Hey Joseph! Hey guys, how are we all on this fine evening?
Devlin puts his flat palm over his eyes, as if trying to see through the screen.
DEVLIN: As you're all aware, your boy Joseph caught me off guard last week after I won the WGWF Intercontinental Title, by nailing me with the JKO but then he ran, he ran like the true little bitch that he is.
Devlin climbs out of the Camaro, shutting the door and leaning on it. He pulls a tin from his pocket, flicking a spliff from it as the crowd continue to go nuts. Grabbing a lighter from the dash, he lights up the spliff, placing it between his lips and taking a draw…
DEVLIN: So here's the deal, ladies and gentlemen. I am unlike Joseph Montuori in every aspect, but mainly two… You see, firstly, I don't run like a bitch but secondly and more importantly I follow the rules… So I've not come into the arena for Smash tonight, I'm outside but hey if any of you ingrates think you can take me on, come meet me, I'll be waiting…
The crowd goes absolutely apeshit as the members of TFO, J Mont aside, all pile through the ropes and begin to make their way to the back… As soon as they've left the arena area and are headed backstage, Devlin looks back at the camera towards J Mont who's still in the ring.
DEVLIN: Hey, Joseph? Those two things I just told you? Yeah I lied about one of them, care to guess which one?
Suddenly the house lights come back up full and the crowd go absolutely ballistic as Devlin Knight stands behind J Mont egging him on to turn around. He does and Devlin runs straight at him, nailing him with the ROCK N’ ROLLA! (Running Front-Flip DDT), he points to the ropes as J Mont clambers back up to his knees, Devlin hits the ropes and comes back with force for the DEVine INTERVENTION (V-Trigger).
The crowd just won't let up, as Devlin jumps up and down pointing at J Mont and then the back where nobody seems to be coming back. The camera cuts back outside to TFO looking for Devlin and the Camaro, as the man himself walks up the aisle saluting the crowd…
MEMPHIS BELLE: Our first contest of the evening is scheduled for one fall, with a 10-minute time limit. Introducing first, standing 6’3” and weighing 260 lbs, from Boston, Massachusetts, here is “THE SURGEON OF THUGANOMICS” JOHN BLADE!!
The Time is now hit's to play as he walks out on stage. He talks to the camera man and bounces a little. He holds up his “Never Give Up” logo flag and tosses it to the fans. He salutes and runs straight down towards the ring. He bounces off the ropes side to side and he holds up his “Hustle, Loyalty, and Respect” shirt. He takes off his hat and tosses his shirt to the fans and hands his Chain to the ref to begin to fight.
MEMPHIS BELLE: And his opponent, standing 6’5” and weighing 240 lbs, from Jacksonville, Florida, here is GIDEON KING!!!
"There's Only One King" begins to play, and Gideon King walks out of the back, wearing a fine robe. He throws it off, showing his powerful arms to the crowd, and he heads to the ring giving some high fives to anyone who wants them and a few who don't. He gets into the ring and climbs the turnbuckle, pumped that he is going to win tonight.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Both Gideon and John could really use a win tonight, after some hard runs the past month.
CJJ: Well, that’s what’s good about the WGWF, Patrick. Everything can be turned around, and it can all start here tonight. It’s all on what these wrestlers have in their arsenals for the fight.
PATRICK MATHEWS: That’s some sound advice from you for once, CJJ.
CJJ: “For once”? I say incredible stuff all the time! You’re just not listening closely enough…
King raises his fist towards the fans one more time, feeling pumped up, as the bell sounds. He jumps back off the ropes and turns around… and John Blade is charging him, catching him with a shoulder block that knocks him into the ropes! King rebounds, stumbling forward, and Blade immediately gives him a sit-out hip toss, sending King rolling on the mat! Blade then pops up, immediately going to where King is trying to recover, and lifts him up into the air for a Death Valley Drop!!! But King fights his way free, dropping to the mat and quickly rolling out of the ring to buy some breathing room, as Blade signals to him just how close that one came to being over.
PATRICK MATHEWS: A strong start from John Blade, who appears to think it’s time for a change!
CJJ: He certainly came out more fired up than I’ve seen him lately. He didn’t even break into a rap in King’s face!
Blade waits impatiently in the ring, telling his opponent to get in there, as King walks back and forth a few times outside, as if trying to deal with some anxiousness on how the match started. He pulls himself together, though, and rolls back in, getting to his feet and confronting Blade. The two men lock up again, with Blade getting on a firm headlock, twisting away on King’s skull. King manages to push Blade towards the ropes, as if wanting to fire him off the other direction, but Blade puts the brakes on, still maintaining the headlock. Unable to make that work, King chooses another direction… using his strength to lift a startled Blade into the air and drop backwards with a suplex, slamming Blade down! He rolls away, the headlock broken, as King pulls himself up.
PATRICK MATHEWS: King knows he’s got a lot on the line here.
CJJ: He came in with a lot of cockiness, but he’s shed that as he’s hit some hard times. Personally, I’d rather he was still cocky, it’s the best way to win!
PATRICK MATHEWS: You mean like the…
CJJ: The Fortunate Ones, yes.
King grabs Blade as he’s on the way up, lifting him into the air and delivering a thunderous Tiger bomb! The crowd pops at that one, even as King pushes himself quickly up and heads over to the turnbuckle, making his way up to the second rope. He balances himself, then leaps, scoring a double foot stomp onto Blade’s back!! After a second of recovery, King rolls over, making the cover as the ref slides into position…
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But Blade kicks out with authority, having plenty left in the tank. King immediately grabs him by the arm, locking in an armbar submission. Blade fights to get free, refusing to give up, even as he pulls himself around towards the ropes. King tries to block him, but this gives Blade leverage, as he’s able to start fighting his way to his feet. He then manages to get King up in the air, delivering an atomic drop that shoots King into the corner, leaving him hanging there for a few seconds before falling back in!
PATRICK MATHEWS: We’re getting a good one to start the night!
CJJ: It could have been better, but I admit, I’m getting into this one. I want to see if King’s truly got potential, or if this is when John Blade lives up to his reputation as a winner.
PATRICK MATHEWS: I think both are showing that they want it right now.
As King staggers back to his feet, Blade comes racing in, hitting a running one-armed bulldog to plant King hard into the canvas! He then runs to the ropes and comes back, dusting off his shoulder before dropping the five knuckle shuffle! King, stunned, struggles to get up, with Blade ready, once again grabbing him for the Death Valley Drop!! But King again fights free, managing to punch his way off of Blade’s shoulders. He grabs hold of Blade from behind, dropping with a backstabber, sending Blade rolling away, reeling! King rolls in pain as well, though, having jammed his knee upon impact. He manages to recover, pulling himself up, trying to stretch his leg out. He sees Blade getting up and heads towards him at a jog, but Blade reacts instantly, taking King down with a legsweep variation and turning it into a Stepover Toehold Sleeper!!!
PATRICK MATHEWS: This could be it!!
CJJ: King’s going to have to tap out! It’s the year of the Blade!!!
Blade pulls back hard, wanting this one to be over, and the referee begins tapping him on the shoulder. He glances at him, then lets go of the hold, jumping to his feet and raising his arms in celebration. But the referee pushes his arm down, saying that the match is still going! Blade, surprised, looks at the ref’s pointing finger, where we see King had a foot in the ropes, causing the break of the submission! Blade looks upset by this, but he doesn’t blame the ref, knowing he’s just doing his job. Blade steps back over, pulling King up, no, King twists it into a victory roll, hanging onto Blade’s head tightly…
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THRE-NO!! Blade is able to escape in time!! He shoots to his feet, staggered, but King grabs him quickly and takes him over with a fisherman’s suplex!! He hangs onto the leg…
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THRE-NO!! Another close call for Blade!
PATRICK MATHEWS: King’s trying hard to get that victory, after a couple of close calls!
CJJ: Really, every move should be followed by a pin. It wears out your opponent, until they get too sloppy to kick out!
Both wrestlers get back to their feet, with Blade blocking a punch from King and returning with a few of his own, staggering the man. Blade then steps in, picking King up on one shoulder, before turning and running forward with a powerslam, driving King into the canvas! The crowd pops for the move, as Blade makes the cover…
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THRE-NO! King gets the shoulder up! Blade, showing a little frustration, drags King back up. He gives King an irish whip into the corner, knocking him senseless with the hard impact with the turnbuckle pads. Blade then comes over, looking to lift King up by the legs to get him set up for the Avalanche Death Valley Drop!! But as Blade lifts him up, King again fights to get free, hanging onto the nearby ropes. Blade tries a herculean effort to pull him free, yanking hard, and King lets loose of the ropes… and lands next to Blade, quickly picking him up and delivering the Checkmate out of nowhere!!! King falls into the pin, hanging on, as the ref makes the count…
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THREE!!!
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WINNER VIA PINFALL: Gideon King
Match Time: 7:26
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PATRICK MATHEWS: What a comeback victory for Gideon King!
CJJ: I was really thinking Blade had this one…
PATRICK MATHEWS: King has gotten himself a little redemption. We’ll have to see where that leads from now on.
King gets his arm raised, looking tired but pleased. He looks over at Blade, who has positioned himself in a seated posture in the corner, shaking his head. We cut away.
CJJ: PLEASE DEAR SWEET BABY JESUS TELL ME there is a Fortunate One’$ seg or three coming up next we are off to a brilliant start as usual, but those lil seggys are like Red Bull BaBy…THEY GIVE SMASH WINGZ!
Patrick Matthews: Well first and absolutely foremost…NO THEY DON’T, Red Bull may be how JMONT is able to actually get all the way up there on his high horse, but no those segments do not give anything wings, they actually probably cause use to sink faster than a LED ZEPPELIN! Now as far as what’s next, check your booking sheet GENIUS!!
CJJ: We get booking sheets? GET THE F OUT!!!
Patrick Matthews: Yes the stack of papers…I literally have handed you before every single episode of SMASH!?
CJJ: K so stupid question, but the way you are sounding right now kinda makes me feel like those aren’t coloring and or doodle sheets?
Patrick Matthews: Hmm let’s see, I’m not your 1st grade teacher, so why in the heck would I give you a coloring sheet?
CJJ: I don’t know? I had to make my best guess cause all them papers you gave me were BLANK!!!
Patrick Matthews: Ceej, buddy…Did you try turning them over?
CJJ: No, for what?
Patrick Matthews: DEAR SWEET BABY JESUS…Look let me see those papers…Ohh whats this…? IN purple crayon no less, these must be your notes right?
CJJ: Yeah you could probably put it that way…
Patrick Matthews: “Patrick Matthews is…” CJ YOU CAN’T SAY CRAP LIKE THIS ANYMORE WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU???
CJJ: I didn’t say anything I colored it?
Patrick Matthews: No idiot, even if you write it in crayon it is still writing, Ya know what before HR and the FCC pull the plug we actually do have a seg to cut to, but ladies and gentlemen this is Monday Night Smash so you all know that what we are cutting back to could literally be anything. Yalls guess is as good as ours and yes be warned there is like an 85% chance it is a Fortunate One’s seg, but I HOPE NOT! GOOD LUCK!!!
CJJ: Such a hater Matthews…SUCH A…HATER!!!
We immediately cut backstage where we see Synn standing around with her group of slap ass stinky stanky UnFoRTUNaTe ONES. SHe has them gathered up as if to begin some sort of motivational speech, when suddenly in the distance the sound of a voice commands all their attention. THat’s when it happens, the sound of obnoxious laughter is heard in the distance as we see THe TiN$LeToWn TRoUBLE MaKeR, Je$TyR SeRyoU$.
His face is painted up like it normally is only today he looks like one of them MoFo’z who ride around on their bikes all day, ya know, when they aren’t knocking on your door making sure you weren’t having any trouble locating The LoRD and SaVioR JeSUS CHRIST! He even has on a thin pair of nerdy glasses and his blue hair slicked all the way back. He comes speeding up on one of them segways, and we also see that there are three tricycles that look like motorcycles in tow.
He stops the segway and steps down walking up to Synn immediately. He has a book in his hand that has the letter M duct tape on it…Along with this strange symbol
⇐=====8
He walks up to Synn who is looking at her collection of schmucks and the moment he turns and looks his expression is almost identical.
Je$TyR SeRyOUS: So…uhh these are them?
Synn: YuP!
Je$TyR SeRyOU$: Jesus the selection process clearly was on the selective side! Couldn’t at least hose em down first?
Synn: Well see I left my hose at home and I can fit them under the sink so…So I assume you are here for what we discussed?
Je$TyR SeRyOu$: I am indeed…There is much IMPORTANT WORK that must be done! I’m talking about SAVIN SOULS MAMA! THE LORD’S WORK!
Synn: Wow, one day at Church and now all of a sudden you’re the pope? How many do you need?
Je$TyR SeRyOu$: YOU THINK I LOOK LIKE THE POPE? That’s so nice! See I knew we were gunna get along great, anyway yeah I need uhhhhh let’s call it three with the possibility of a 4th…
Synn: Yeah but you only have three tricycles…
Je$TyR SeRyoUS: Right so three it is then! P.S. They’re not tricycles, they are actually called HOLY ROLLERZ!!! THANK YOU VERY MUCH!
Synn: Three it is then, take your pick slick!
Je$TyR then turns and surveys the crowd his eyes dart left to right, back and fourth. His hand then lifts with his index finger extended as he points at a slightly tubby blonde chick with a UNIBROW that makes Anthony Davis look like Kim Kardashian.
Je$TyR SeRyOu$: I’ll take UNIBROW over here…You I don’t know or care what your name is for the remainder of the evening we will call you Mansley! Trust me you look just like her!
Jestyr’s eyes then go back on the prowl. His eyes immediately lock onto a dude that looks like real life Tyrone Bigsby, red beanie and all. Jestyr looks at Synn trying not to burst into laughter as she smirks and rolls her eyes as Jestyr motions for Tyrone to join him in the front pointing towards the second Holy Roller…
Je$TyR SeRyOu$: K, and you sir today will be going by the name FiG NeWToN, and look check this out you even get one of these bad boys!
Jestyr walks over and grabs a plastic bag from off the handle of the segway and walks back over to Fig and hands him a WGWF replica X-Division championship belt presently on sale @ Target. Only the X is covered up by the letters JM which have been crudely duct taped onto the plastic center plate. THe man now known as Fig smiles as he begins to open it, Jestyr then lightly shoves him in the direction of his RoLLeR. Jestyrs eyes once again dart around the room but his face reveals a frustration so he turns to Synn and says…
Je$TyR SeRyoU$: K so do you got anyone that has that I’M HERE BUT NO ONE IS REALLY SURE OR EVEN CARES WHY? Cause well I clearly need me a
~$~ SoNya BeN$oN ~$~
THeN My DILDO COLLECTION WILL BE COMPLETE!!!
…Please and thank you!
Synn: Um how about that dude?
Je$TyR SeRyoU$: Like where your head’s at but wrong equipment?
Synn: Says who?
They both turn and look into the camera and offer sly grins and a wink.
Synn: Nah you’re right the beard is practically perfect but he needs more WEAVE! Ohh how about smack addicted Molly Queirm back there?
Je$TyR SeRyoU$: BeGGeRZ CaN’T BE CHooZeRZ DEAR, she’ll have to do! MAM, yes, if you could go ahead and pout your teeth back in your mouth I’d like you to join us, we have some very important work to get to like PRONTO!!! Ms. Synn again I can’t thank you enough, the Lord sends his blessings as well!
Synn: Please tell me you aren’t actually referring to JMONT!
Je$TyR SeRyoU$: I thought I said the LORD, did I say Dumbass on accident?
Synn: You’re DUMB!
Je$TyR SeRyoU$: Meh jury’s still out! But as much as I’d love to stay and discuss this, we need to make sure these heathens here on the SMASH brand have found and accepted JMONT into their hearts for his way is the way for those of us with CLEARLY and ABSOLUTELY
!!!!!Z.E.R.O. SeN$e oF DIReCTioN!!!!!
…Please and thank you!
Synn: Um how about that dude?
Je$TyR SeRyoU$: Like where your head’s at but wrong equipment?
Synn: Says who?
They both turn and look into the camera and offer sly grins and a wink.
Synn: Nah you’re right the beard is practically perfect but he needs more WEAVE! Ohh how about smack addicted Molly Queirm back there?
Je$TyR SeRyoU$: BeGGeRZ CaN’T BE CHooZeRZ DEAR, she’ll have to do! MAM, yes, if you could go ahead and pout your teeth back in your mouth I’d like you to join us, we have some very important work to get to like PRONTO!!! Ms. Synn again I can’t thank you enough, the Lord sends his blessings as well!
Synn: Please tell me you aren’t actually referring to JMONT!
Je$TyR SeRyoU$: I thought I said the LORD, did I say Dumbass on accident?
Synn: You’re DUMB!
Je$TyR SeRyoU$: Meh jury’s still out! But as much as I’d love to stay and discuss this, we need to make sure these heathens here on the SMASH brand have found and accepted JMONT into their hearts for his way is the way for those of us with CLEARLY and ABSOLUTELY
!!!!!Z.E.R.O. SeN$e oF DIReCTioN!!!!!
…Or SELF RESPECT, DIGNITY, or A SINGLE DROP OF KoMMoN SeN$e!
This here crazy flock is in desperate need of shepherds, are you sure I can’t persuade you to join us instead?
Synn: No, while I wish I appreciated the offer, I am gunna have to decline because me and the rest of these Unfortunate Souls have work of our own to do!
Je$TyR SeRyoU$: See you on the other side then I suppose?
Synn: INdeed you shall!
Je$TyR SeRyoU$: OK then Montourists it is time to get down to
~$~ BiDNe$$ ~$~
This here crazy flock is in desperate need of shepherds, are you sure I can’t persuade you to join us instead?
Synn: No, while I wish I appreciated the offer, I am gunna have to decline because me and the rest of these Unfortunate Souls have work of our own to do!
Je$TyR SeRyoU$: See you on the other side then I suppose?
Synn: INdeed you shall!
Je$TyR SeRyoU$: OK then Montourists it is time to get down to
~$~ BiDNe$$ ~$~
…BITCHES! Now IF YOU WILL LOOK DOWN ON THE SEATS OF UR HOLY ROLLERZ…
You will find a plastic bag containing your uniform and name tags. You are to put all of it on, and you will do all that is required, and if you behave yourselves I definitely see a baloney sammich or two in your futures, and who knows there may even be a $300 rock in one of those sammiches, but again…
!!!!!BeST BeHAViOR!!!!
You will find a plastic bag containing your uniform and name tags. You are to put all of it on, and you will do all that is required, and if you behave yourselves I definitely see a baloney sammich or two in your futures, and who knows there may even be a $300 rock in one of those sammiches, but again…
!!!!!BeST BeHAViOR!!!!
UNDeRSTooD? NOD IF YOU UNDERSTAND ME, MANSLEY DON’T YOU RAISE YOUR EYEBROW AT ME!!!
I will backhand you into a part of the multiverse where you are actually AMBER MANSLEY!!! K so, uniforms, LET’S GO!!!!
Je$TyR turns to the camera and winks as the scene fades leaving us to believe that this
SHALL BE KoNTINUED!!!! Synn just gave Jestyr Seryous his own set of Unfortunate Ones...Heaven help us all!
We cut to the backstage area where Gus Sinclair is standing by.
GUS: Ladies and gentlemen please welcome my guest at this time, “Venom” Xavier Lux!
The crowd gives a mixed reaction, the cheers being a little louder than the jeers as Xavier comes into the picture wearing a bomber jacket and green Ray Ban aviator sunglasses. He smirks hearing the crowd’s reaction.
GUS: Xavier you have asked for this time, what’s on your mind?
XL: First of all, welcome back Gus!
GUS: Oh, um, wow, thank you! I didn’t think anyone noticed I was gone.
XL: We didn’t…
GUS: Oh, right…
XL: BUT HEY! Chin up pal, you’re here now, right?!
GUS: I guess..
XL: and you’re interviewing one of the greatest of all time, so that’s got to be exciting right?
GUS: Sure…
XL: That’s the spirit… But to answer your question, YA, I have a lot of my mind but before we get into all of that… I would like to do a little reveal if you don’t mind… Camera man if you can back up a little bit, I would like all to see my brand spanking new t-shirt!
The camera man backs up a little bit so we can see Xavier from the torso up now. He unzips his jacket and takes it off, tossing it to the side and the poses, smiling from ear to ear. Right away the crowd unites in booing him loudly.
Xavier bursts out laughing as Gus shakes his head disapprovingly.
XL: Oh wassa the matta New Yawk? You do not like it the shirt? Hahaha… Come one now, nobody likes a sore loser, and trust me if anybody knows about this, its me… But anyway, get your hands on this hot new piece of merch everywhere t-shirts are sold, including the WGWF shop! But be quick about it, they either gonna sell out or get taken down, but my money is on selling out!
He laughs again as the boos rain down inside the arena.
XL: Anyway, down to business… Despite all the great success I have been having at TPW and for TPW, when it comes to the WGWF and the Smash brand, things haven’t gone as well as they could have… After coming up short last year at winning the tag team championships, I came up short this year at winning the brand new X-Division championship… NO need to get into the why I didn’t win either, it’s well documented, let’s just move on… but how do I move on? Well by quenching my thirst… and what am I thirsty for? Is it gold? Well, let’s be honest… I am always thirsty for gold… but if the X-Division match did anything for me, it was wake up my appetite for violence and yeah I had a great showing at that match, but it wasn’t enough… It left me parched. I need more, a lot more, so tonight, I’m looking to quench my… there goes that word again, “thirst” but for… "blood."
GUS: Um… and how exactly do you plan on doing that?
XL: That is a damn good question Gus!
Xavier reaches for something off screen, and then displays it for all to see: a steel chair wrapped in barbwire.
XL: With a classic of course! For those of you that know me well, you remember my old friend Bertha here. So WGWF roster, hear me now, and that includes that backstabbing, deserter known as J-Mont... Yeah, team TPW won despite you bailing on us... But anyway, to all of you I say, don’t watch your back, because I’m not a coward, I don’t attack anyone from behind… I’m going to come right at you, and you will definitely see me coming, but there won’t be a damn thing you can do about it.
Xavier is very serious as he makes this last statement, but then gives “Bertha” a kiss.
XL: Reunited and it feels OH so good!
He smirks before patting Gus hard on his back and then walking off.
GUS: Well fans there you have it, looks like “the man with venom in his veins” is out for blood.
Gus nods at the camera, as we cut to a commercial break.
The Titantron lights up as the fans turn their attention.
CJJ: Looks like we have a new sponsor here in the WGWF!
PATRICK MATHEWS: Here we go again with the fuckery. And yes I cursed because I have had enough of these guys and their antics.
CJJ: Can you get me a Hot Dog with mustard Patrick?
The image of a John Gable Hot Dog Logo appears on the Titantron. The fans are Booing because they know this has to do with The Fortunate Ones and their attacks on certain people.
VOICE: This ad has been brought to you by The Fortunate Ones. Tonight, there will be free John Gable Hot Dogs for anyone that trades their cheap, fake ass, John Cable masks in. Every mask turned in will get you 2 free John Gable Hot Dogs with any toppings you want. And soon enough, you will see John Gable Hot Dogs at every WGWF show and event.
The image disappears off the Titantron.
CJJ: Hey Kid, give me your cheap ass mask. I want 2 free hot dogs after the show.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Why don't you ask your buddies for some free hot dogs since you are so tight with them?
CJJ: How would you like a Gable dog shoved up your ass Patrick?
The cold concrete walls of MVP Arena loomed over Synn as she led the group of "unfortunate ones" into the dimly lit corridor. The sound of distant cheers and electronic music pulsed through the air, creating a tense atmosphere.
"Alright, listen up," Synn's voice cut through the murmur of the group. "You're about to see how real struggles are faced in this arena. Jmont thinks he's invincible, but we'll show him otherwise."
A young man with a defiant glint in his eyes stepped forward. "What's the plan, miss?!"
Synn's lips curled into a sly grin. "First, we make ourselves at home. Get comfortable with the chaos."
As they entered the bustling arena, the energy was palpable. The crowd's roars reverberated through the air, blending with the adrenaline-soaked atmosphere.
"You ready for this?" a girl named Maya asked, her voice tinged with excitement.
Synn nodded, her eyes gleaming with determination. "Let's find Amber Mansley. Show her what a real fight looks like."
The group navigated through the maze of corridors, passing by vendors selling snacks and merchandise. The scent of popcorn and sweat hung in the air, mingling with the anticipation of the upcoming battles
We return to the arena, as the cameras focus on the announce table.
PATRICK MATHEWS: I am just being told over my headset that we need to turn our attention to the titantron momentarily.
CJJ: What in the world could possibly be happening now?
The camera cut to show the titantron where the scene opens backstage at MVP Arena in Albany, New York. Damage, the Untamed Demon, is standing in front of a camera, the crowd give a huge pop with his presence looming and intense. Denise Essex, the backstage interviewer, approaches him.
Denise Essex: Ladies and gentlemen, I'm here with the Untamed Demon himself, Damage. Damage, tough loss at Last Chance PPV in the X Division Championship match. Care to share your thoughts on what happened out there?
The camera zooms in on Damage's imposing figure, his eyes glowing with an intense, almost otherworldly fire.
Damage: Last Chance PPV... a fitting name indeed. For it was my last chance to claim what is rightfully mine, the X Division Championship. But fate had other plans. Mr. Clyde Newton, Venom Mr. Xavier Lux, and The Basterd Mr. Corey Bull, they all fought tooth and nail. But in the end, victory slipped through my grasp like sand in the wind.
His voice rumbles with a deep, unsettling resonance.
Denise Essex: And just last week, you suffered a devastating loss in your Smash Title match against Enigma. How do you respond to that?
Damage: Enigma... a worthy adversary.
Damage pauses, a flicker of respect crossing his expression.]
Damage: He proved himself in that ring, earned my respect. But make no mistake, that loss only fuels the fire burning within me. It sharpens my resolve, drives me to reclaim what I have lost.
Denise Essex: And speaking of reclaiming, you've issued a challenge to Clyde Newton for the X Division Championship inside the Chamber of Horrors match at Wrestler wars. What can we expect from that?
Damage: The Chamber of Horrors, a fitting battleground for a demon such as myself. Mr. Clyde Newton, prepare yourself, for within those twisted walls, there will be no escape. The X Division Championship will be mine, one way or another.
Denise Essex: Finally, what are your plans regarding TFO (The Fortunate Ones)?
Damage: TFO...
Damage voice drips with disdain.
Damage: They may call themselves fortunate, especially Mr J- Mont, like I said last week, he is a marked man, I still have some unfinished business with him and his little faction. Their luck will soon run out. I will tear through them like a hurricane, leaving nothing but destruction in my wake. As for Ms.Denise Essex, remember my words, for the storm is coming, and none shall be spared.
Denise Essex: And finally, tonight you face Seth Stevens. Any thoughts on your opponent?
Damage's expression darkens as he speaks, his voice a chilling whisper.
Damage: Mr. Seth Stevens... another name to be etched upon the tombstone of my conquests. Tonight, he shall bear witness to the relentless fury of the Untamed Demon. Let him come, for in the end, there can be only one outcome... destruction.
With that, Damage turns and strides away, leaving Denise Essex to ponder the ominous words that linger in the air.The camera cuts to the commentators table where we see Patrick Mathews and CJJ discussing.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Some strong words from Damage regarding TFO and Seth Stevens.
CJJ: I understand why everyone is so jealous of The Fortunate Ones, but isn’t this getting out of hand?
PATRICK MATHEWS: Personally, I think it’s long overdue.
CJJ: You would.
MEMPHIS BELLE: The next match is scheduled for one fall, and has a 10-minute time limit.
“Break It Down” by Lil Debbie plays the venue’s interior surround systems. The audience immediately boos the young athlete coming out from the backstage area smiling at the hatred she receives. Amber stands center stage with her hands on her hips, staring out to the audience before doing a slow twirl where a spotlight shines only on her, creating the illusion of a silhouette. Once she faces the audience again, she snaps her fingers, and the lights return to normal before strutting down to the ring like on a model’s runway.
MEMPHIS BELLE: Introducing on her way to the ring! Hailing from Boca Raton, Florida! At five feet, seven inches tall, weighing in at 143 pounds! She is “The Influence” Amber Mansley!
Amber stops before the apron facing the ring, then looks both ways at the fans at ringside booing her. She gently leans over the apron, shrugs her shoulders, and then kisses the camera. Amber holds onto the bottom rope with both hands before spinning herself into the ring, lying on the canvas in the center. The camera transitions to a sky-view with a single spotlight on her in the arena, and from the camera’s point of view, it looks like an artwork of Amber in a silhouette fashion. She gets back on her feet, snaps her finger to alert production to brighten the lights, and silences her music as she takes refuge in a corner, kicking her body up on the top rope to relax.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Amber Mansley has thrown her hat into the ring for the Bloodbath Division, a move that has shocked some members of Smash.
CJJ: It shouldn’t. The Fortunate Ones can dominate wherever they go, be it the X-Division or The Bloodbath Division. I have no doubt that some will underestimate her, and that’s when Amber will make them pay, probably in an extremely painful way.
The guitar riffs of “Hail to the King” tear through the arena and the roof absolutely blows off the place. The lights dim, and then the stage lights, white and red, start to move with the beat of the drum. As the drums play together and the music starts to flow, the lights stop beating and stay on as a large figure appears. The figure is draped in a leather duster with a hood over his head. He steps to the ramp leading to the ring and flips the hood off his head as the chorus says, “Hail to the King.” As the music continues, he starts his march to the ring, the fans who love him in a frenzy, and those who hate him hiding from the rabid fans. Men, women, and children bow to him and jab their hands into the air to the rhythm of the music. Bull stops and stares into the ring.
MEMPHIS BELLE: Coming to the ring, he stands 6’ 10” and weighs in at 385 pounds….from the Great Northwoods of Michigan…this is THE BASTARD COREY BULL!
Bull raises his hands above his head in an X and an explosion rocks the top of the stage and a mushroom cloud floats to the top of the arena as Bull climbs onto the apron and steps over the top rope.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Bull nearly won the X-Division Title last Smash, only to get cheated at the end by Clyde Newton’s actions.
CJJ: What, his actions as the champ? Newton won fair and square, just ask the referee!
PATRICK MATHEWS: The ref may have missed Newton’s use of a foreign object, but I know Corey hasn’t forgotten. He’s going right after Mansley!
CJJ: Hey, wait, the bell hasn’t rang yet!
Mansley, taken off-guard, takes a few stiff hits from Bull, who looks like he’s been carrying his fury from last show into this one. He grabs hold of Mansley by the hair, turning and sending her flying over the top rope and to the floor!! Bull steps out after her, jumping off the apron, only for Mansley to dodge the double axehandle shot, then clip his knee with her shoulder, causing him to limp away. Mansley then charges after him, striking away at his back, as the two get close to the audience members. Some look like they’re enjoying it, while others back away, letting their fear show.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Hold on, guys, this one’s not the Falls Count Anywhere match!
CJJ: Hey, ref, get control of that Bastard!
Mansley grabs hold of Bull’s head, trying to drive it into the edge of the steel steps, but Bull blocks it with his hands. He elbows Mansley in the gut to get free, then grabs her, sending her crashing up and over the steps to the other side!! The crowd pops at the sound of the metallic bang, even as Mansley tries to recover off the mat. Bull is right there, grabbing hold of her and slamming her back-first into the apron edge, while grabbing her around the throat! Mansley fights against it, even as the referee leans out of the ring, yelling at both of them to break it up and get back inside so the match can officially start. Bull ignores him, but he can’t ignore Mansley kicking upwards, scoring a low blow!!
CJJ: Ouch, right in the, er, gut…
PATRICK MATHEWS: That was a low blow and you know it!!
CJJ: Can it even be considered a low blow if the match hasn’t started?
PATRICK MATHEWS: … OF COURSE IT CAN!!! THAT’S WHAT IT’S CALLED!
CJJ: Okay, fair enough, but it’s not a DQ…
The referee is now out of the ring, trying to corral the two wrestlers, but Mansley shoves him away. She is reaching under the ring, pulling out a steel chair from underneath! Bull is trying to get to his feet, as Mansley comes in from behind, smashing the chair across his back!! Bull winces, but doesn’t fully go down, so Mansley rears back to smash him again! The chair, bent up, falls to the ground, but Bull still doesn’t, staggering away. Mansley follows him, as we get to the guardrail. She jumps over the railing, grabbing hold of Bull’s head and pulling him down to try and choke him on the steel. But Bull fights free of it, then grabs onto Mansley, shoving her backwards into a group of fans, not all of whom get out of the way in time! The referee tries to grab Bull’s arm, wanting this to stop, but Bull smashes the referee backwards with a backhand, taking him outf!
PATRICK MATHEWS: This has gotten out of control!
CJJ: For once I agree with you, Patrick! And Bull just hit a ref, so he loses, right?
PATRICK MATHEWS: The match never started, there’s nothing to lose!
CJJ: Nah, I think it should go down as a Fortunate One win there.
Bull shakes his head and turns back, preparing to step over the railing. But Mansley comes running at him, leaping forward with another chair, smashing it into Bull’s head!! Bulls stumbles backwards, dropping to a knee, as Mansley gets up on the railing, preparing to swing again. But now WGWF Security is pouring in, finally deciding to get involved before anyone else gets injured. They block off Mansley, directing her up the aisle, while simultaneously trying to stop Bull from getting back into it.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Thank goodness!
CJJ: Oh, man, Mansley had the upper hand! Let’s just start the match now, okay?
PATRICK MATHEWS: I don’t think that’s happening, CJJ, We have no ref, they’re separating these two, and it looks like it’s going to be…
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WINNER: No Contest
Match Time: Debatable
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Mansley looks annoyed with the interlopers, threatening to sue any of the guys who are grabbing at her, while also threatening them with the steel chair. Bull, for his part, is trying to plow through everyone in his way to get back over to Mansley, wanting a piece of her. But security has too many numbers, finally managing to drive Bull backwards, towards the entryway.
PATRICK MATHEWS: This didn’t go at all how I expected it to go.
CJJ: You’re telling me! What chaos! What violence! I loved every minute of it! Let’s do it again soon!
As Bull disappears into the back, Mansley makes her way back into the ring, bragging as if having gotten the victory. As she’s about to exit the ring, the screen fizzles to life again and once more Devlin Knight is standing outside the ‘72 Chevy Camaro, she backs away from the ropes and looks up, mouthing incoherently.
DEVLIN: Hey there, Amber! I hope you're good?! Listen, I just wanted to come out here so to speak because I kind of feel bad for not actually including you in what went down earlier tonight with Joseph, you know, I didn't give you the right treatment.
As Devlin is talking, Amber, looking quite perplexed, approaches the ropes again and continues to mouth off. As she gets up on the turnbuckle the crowd goes wild about something that is happening behind Amber.
DEVLIN: But you see, Amber… I take my self improvement very seriously and one thing I said I wouldn't do as a male, which is common sense really and unless it's mutually agreed in a written contract, is hit a woman.
As Amber continues her back and forth with Devlin, someone rolls under the bottom rope opposite Amber and bounces back and forth, holding the top rope.
CJJ: Someone has just slid into the ring, Patrick! Who is that?!
PATRICK MATHEWS: Isn't that… Yes it is! I heard rumours she'd been working on a new trademark this week, but…-
CJJ: Well who the hell is it?!
DEVLIN: But thankfully for me I know somebody who hates TFO as much as I do and isn't afraid to smack YOU upside the head! You might wanna, you know, turn around…
No sooner has Amber turned her body towards the opposite side of the ring, has the flaming redhead nailed a SUPERKICK into her jaw, sending her reeling and dropping to her knees.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Yes! I knew I recognised her! That's the former Casie Debonair! Now known as K.C. KNIGHT! And it looks like she might be making permanent residence right here on Smash!
As Amber Mansley is rocking back and forth on her knees, K.C. runs at her from behind and lands a FORWARD SOMERSAULT CUTTER! As the crowd go berserk chanting her name, she kips up and throws her arms in the air like a cheerleader…
K.C: This is what happens when you mess with my family, girl… Learn this lesson!
The screen with Devlin on it, fizzles into darkness as K.C. slides out of the ring and over the barricade, through the crowd, arms raised.
SYNN strode through the dimly lit backstage area of the MVP arena, her entourage of misfits trailing behind her like obedient shadows. Known collectively as the "Unfortunate Ones," they were a motley crew, each possessing their own quirks and idiosyncrasies, but united under the leadership of SYNN.
Their mission tonight was clear: infiltrate the inner sanctum of the VIP section and blend in seamlessly among the elite attendees. But to do so, they had to master the art of discretion and servitude. Hence, SYNN had taken it upon herself to drill them in the fine art of butler mannerisms.
As they walked, SYNN barked out instructions, her voice cutting through the air like a whip. "Straighten your backs! Chin up! Remember, we're here to serve, not to be seen."
The Unfortunate Ones, obedient as ever, straightened their postures and adjusted their expressions to reflect the utmost professionalism. Each of them wore a nametag, hastily scribbled in Sharpie, bearing the name "NEWTON."
"Yes, Mr. Mont," they chorused in unison, their voices a blend of deference and subservience. "Let me kiss your ass, Mr. Mont. Your nut tastes so good, Mr. Mont. Oh, you're ticklish? Allow me, Mr. Mont."
SYNN suppressed a smirk at their absurd chant but maintained her steely demeanor. Infiltrating the VIP section required absolute dedication to the role, no matter how ludicrous it seemed.
They navigated through the labyrinthine corridors of the backstage area, dodging crew members and performers alike. The air hummed with anticipation, the distant roar of the crowd seeping through the walls like a siren's song.
Finally, they reached the entrance to the VIP section, guarded by two imposing security guards. SYNN approached them with confidence, her entourage trailing behind like loyal subjects.
"Good evening, gentlemen," she greeted them, her voice smooth as silk. "We're here to attend to Mr. Mont's needs. He's expecting us."
The security guards eyed them warily, but SYNN held their gaze without flinching. After a tense moment, they nodded and stepped aside, allowing the Unfortunate Ones to pass.
Once inside, SYNN and her band of misfits blended seamlessly into the crowd, their butler personas a facade that masked their true intentions. They circulated among the guests, serving drinks and hors d'oeuvres with practiced ease.
But beneath their servile exterior, the Unfortunate Ones brimmed with anticipation. Tonight, they weren't just serving Mr. Mont; they were plotting something much bigger, something that would shake the very foundations of the MVP arena.
And as SYNN surveyed the room with a calculating gaze, she knew that their time had finally come. The stage was set, the players in position. All that remained was to wait for the perfect moment to strike.
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Backstage, Denise Essex stands next to Lexi Gold, microphone in hand, ready to conduct an interview. Lexi looks on with a smile on her face.
Denise Essex: “Lexi, how are you feeling tonight?”
Lexi Gold: “I'm doing great, Denise. Just keeping busy and focused.”
Denise Essex: “Jmont has been mocking you and your friends lately. Do you feel disrespected by his actions?”
Lexi shakes her head.
Lexi Gold: “Absolutely, but honestly, I'm not surprised. That's all he's capable of – turning every situation into a joke. I thought that slap would woke something up in him, but apparently, it's just another episode of comedy hour.”
Denise Essex: “It seems like everyone, including Jmont, forgets that you're the Queen of Mind Games. Do you think you'll use that to your advantage?”
The camera zooms in on the smirk Lexi has on her face.
Lexi Gold: “Oh, absolutely. While others may try to copy my playbook, I've perfected it. Jmont doesn't know what's coming to him. He's about to get a taste of his own medicine.”
Denise Essex: “Would you like to elaborate on that?”
Lexi smirks, letting the anticipation build, but remains silent before she walks away.
Scene then cuts backstage where we see THe Ma$TeR oF MoCKeRy, Je$TyR SeRyoU$, the REALLY REALLY REALLLYYYYYY SMALL TOWN Southern Baptist preacher version, short sleeve button down shirt and everything, and behind him are his Unfortunate Flock on their mini three wheel tricycles the clown insists are HOLY ROLLERZ!
Jestyr stops the segway in front of a door with the name
“JONATHAN BARROWS”
Perfectly LaMiNaTeD and DuCT TaPe TO THE DooR, CauSe MY FRiENDZ, IF YA CaN’T DUCT IT…
!!!!!PHUCK IT!!!!!!
I will backhand you into a part of the multiverse where you are actually AMBER MANSLEY!!! K so, uniforms, LET’S GO!!!!
Je$TyR turns to the camera and winks as the scene fades leaving us to believe that this
SHALL BE KoNTINUED!!!! Synn just gave Jestyr Seryous his own set of Unfortunate Ones...Heaven help us all!
We cut to the backstage area where Gus Sinclair is standing by.
GUS: Ladies and gentlemen please welcome my guest at this time, “Venom” Xavier Lux!
The crowd gives a mixed reaction, the cheers being a little louder than the jeers as Xavier comes into the picture wearing a bomber jacket and green Ray Ban aviator sunglasses. He smirks hearing the crowd’s reaction.
GUS: Xavier you have asked for this time, what’s on your mind?
XL: First of all, welcome back Gus!
GUS: Oh, um, wow, thank you! I didn’t think anyone noticed I was gone.
XL: We didn’t…
GUS: Oh, right…
XL: BUT HEY! Chin up pal, you’re here now, right?!
GUS: I guess..
XL: and you’re interviewing one of the greatest of all time, so that’s got to be exciting right?
GUS: Sure…
XL: That’s the spirit… But to answer your question, YA, I have a lot of my mind but before we get into all of that… I would like to do a little reveal if you don’t mind… Camera man if you can back up a little bit, I would like all to see my brand spanking new t-shirt!
The camera man backs up a little bit so we can see Xavier from the torso up now. He unzips his jacket and takes it off, tossing it to the side and the poses, smiling from ear to ear. Right away the crowd unites in booing him loudly.
Xavier bursts out laughing as Gus shakes his head disapprovingly.
XL: Oh wassa the matta New Yawk? You do not like it the shirt? Hahaha… Come one now, nobody likes a sore loser, and trust me if anybody knows about this, its me… But anyway, get your hands on this hot new piece of merch everywhere t-shirts are sold, including the WGWF shop! But be quick about it, they either gonna sell out or get taken down, but my money is on selling out!
He laughs again as the boos rain down inside the arena.
XL: Anyway, down to business… Despite all the great success I have been having at TPW and for TPW, when it comes to the WGWF and the Smash brand, things haven’t gone as well as they could have… After coming up short last year at winning the tag team championships, I came up short this year at winning the brand new X-Division championship… NO need to get into the why I didn’t win either, it’s well documented, let’s just move on… but how do I move on? Well by quenching my thirst… and what am I thirsty for? Is it gold? Well, let’s be honest… I am always thirsty for gold… but if the X-Division match did anything for me, it was wake up my appetite for violence and yeah I had a great showing at that match, but it wasn’t enough… It left me parched. I need more, a lot more, so tonight, I’m looking to quench my… there goes that word again, “thirst” but for… "blood."
GUS: Um… and how exactly do you plan on doing that?
XL: That is a damn good question Gus!
Xavier reaches for something off screen, and then displays it for all to see: a steel chair wrapped in barbwire.
XL: With a classic of course! For those of you that know me well, you remember my old friend Bertha here. So WGWF roster, hear me now, and that includes that backstabbing, deserter known as J-Mont... Yeah, team TPW won despite you bailing on us... But anyway, to all of you I say, don’t watch your back, because I’m not a coward, I don’t attack anyone from behind… I’m going to come right at you, and you will definitely see me coming, but there won’t be a damn thing you can do about it.
Xavier is very serious as he makes this last statement, but then gives “Bertha” a kiss.
XL: Reunited and it feels OH so good!
He smirks before patting Gus hard on his back and then walking off.
GUS: Well fans there you have it, looks like “the man with venom in his veins” is out for blood.
Gus nods at the camera, as we cut to a commercial break.
The Titantron lights up as the fans turn their attention.
CJJ: Looks like we have a new sponsor here in the WGWF!
PATRICK MATHEWS: Here we go again with the fuckery. And yes I cursed because I have had enough of these guys and their antics.
CJJ: Can you get me a Hot Dog with mustard Patrick?
The image of a John Gable Hot Dog Logo appears on the Titantron. The fans are Booing because they know this has to do with The Fortunate Ones and their attacks on certain people.
VOICE: This ad has been brought to you by The Fortunate Ones. Tonight, there will be free John Gable Hot Dogs for anyone that trades their cheap, fake ass, John Cable masks in. Every mask turned in will get you 2 free John Gable Hot Dogs with any toppings you want. And soon enough, you will see John Gable Hot Dogs at every WGWF show and event.
The image disappears off the Titantron.
CJJ: Hey Kid, give me your cheap ass mask. I want 2 free hot dogs after the show.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Why don't you ask your buddies for some free hot dogs since you are so tight with them?
CJJ: How would you like a Gable dog shoved up your ass Patrick?
The cold concrete walls of MVP Arena loomed over Synn as she led the group of "unfortunate ones" into the dimly lit corridor. The sound of distant cheers and electronic music pulsed through the air, creating a tense atmosphere.
"Alright, listen up," Synn's voice cut through the murmur of the group. "You're about to see how real struggles are faced in this arena. Jmont thinks he's invincible, but we'll show him otherwise."
A young man with a defiant glint in his eyes stepped forward. "What's the plan, miss?!"
Synn's lips curled into a sly grin. "First, we make ourselves at home. Get comfortable with the chaos."
As they entered the bustling arena, the energy was palpable. The crowd's roars reverberated through the air, blending with the adrenaline-soaked atmosphere.
"You ready for this?" a girl named Maya asked, her voice tinged with excitement.
Synn nodded, her eyes gleaming with determination. "Let's find Amber Mansley. Show her what a real fight looks like."
The group navigated through the maze of corridors, passing by vendors selling snacks and merchandise. The scent of popcorn and sweat hung in the air, mingling with the anticipation of the upcoming battles
We return to the arena, as the cameras focus on the announce table.
PATRICK MATHEWS: I am just being told over my headset that we need to turn our attention to the titantron momentarily.
CJJ: What in the world could possibly be happening now?
The camera cut to show the titantron where the scene opens backstage at MVP Arena in Albany, New York. Damage, the Untamed Demon, is standing in front of a camera, the crowd give a huge pop with his presence looming and intense. Denise Essex, the backstage interviewer, approaches him.
Denise Essex: Ladies and gentlemen, I'm here with the Untamed Demon himself, Damage. Damage, tough loss at Last Chance PPV in the X Division Championship match. Care to share your thoughts on what happened out there?
The camera zooms in on Damage's imposing figure, his eyes glowing with an intense, almost otherworldly fire.
Damage: Last Chance PPV... a fitting name indeed. For it was my last chance to claim what is rightfully mine, the X Division Championship. But fate had other plans. Mr. Clyde Newton, Venom Mr. Xavier Lux, and The Basterd Mr. Corey Bull, they all fought tooth and nail. But in the end, victory slipped through my grasp like sand in the wind.
His voice rumbles with a deep, unsettling resonance.
Denise Essex: And just last week, you suffered a devastating loss in your Smash Title match against Enigma. How do you respond to that?
Damage: Enigma... a worthy adversary.
Damage pauses, a flicker of respect crossing his expression.]
Damage: He proved himself in that ring, earned my respect. But make no mistake, that loss only fuels the fire burning within me. It sharpens my resolve, drives me to reclaim what I have lost.
Denise Essex: And speaking of reclaiming, you've issued a challenge to Clyde Newton for the X Division Championship inside the Chamber of Horrors match at Wrestler wars. What can we expect from that?
Damage: The Chamber of Horrors, a fitting battleground for a demon such as myself. Mr. Clyde Newton, prepare yourself, for within those twisted walls, there will be no escape. The X Division Championship will be mine, one way or another.
Denise Essex: Finally, what are your plans regarding TFO (The Fortunate Ones)?
Damage: TFO...
Damage voice drips with disdain.
Damage: They may call themselves fortunate, especially Mr J- Mont, like I said last week, he is a marked man, I still have some unfinished business with him and his little faction. Their luck will soon run out. I will tear through them like a hurricane, leaving nothing but destruction in my wake. As for Ms.Denise Essex, remember my words, for the storm is coming, and none shall be spared.
Denise Essex: And finally, tonight you face Seth Stevens. Any thoughts on your opponent?
Damage's expression darkens as he speaks, his voice a chilling whisper.
Damage: Mr. Seth Stevens... another name to be etched upon the tombstone of my conquests. Tonight, he shall bear witness to the relentless fury of the Untamed Demon. Let him come, for in the end, there can be only one outcome... destruction.
With that, Damage turns and strides away, leaving Denise Essex to ponder the ominous words that linger in the air.The camera cuts to the commentators table where we see Patrick Mathews and CJJ discussing.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Some strong words from Damage regarding TFO and Seth Stevens.
CJJ: I understand why everyone is so jealous of The Fortunate Ones, but isn’t this getting out of hand?
PATRICK MATHEWS: Personally, I think it’s long overdue.
CJJ: You would.
MEMPHIS BELLE: The next match is scheduled for one fall, and has a 10-minute time limit.
“Break It Down” by Lil Debbie plays the venue’s interior surround systems. The audience immediately boos the young athlete coming out from the backstage area smiling at the hatred she receives. Amber stands center stage with her hands on her hips, staring out to the audience before doing a slow twirl where a spotlight shines only on her, creating the illusion of a silhouette. Once she faces the audience again, she snaps her fingers, and the lights return to normal before strutting down to the ring like on a model’s runway.
MEMPHIS BELLE: Introducing on her way to the ring! Hailing from Boca Raton, Florida! At five feet, seven inches tall, weighing in at 143 pounds! She is “The Influence” Amber Mansley!
Amber stops before the apron facing the ring, then looks both ways at the fans at ringside booing her. She gently leans over the apron, shrugs her shoulders, and then kisses the camera. Amber holds onto the bottom rope with both hands before spinning herself into the ring, lying on the canvas in the center. The camera transitions to a sky-view with a single spotlight on her in the arena, and from the camera’s point of view, it looks like an artwork of Amber in a silhouette fashion. She gets back on her feet, snaps her finger to alert production to brighten the lights, and silences her music as she takes refuge in a corner, kicking her body up on the top rope to relax.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Amber Mansley has thrown her hat into the ring for the Bloodbath Division, a move that has shocked some members of Smash.
CJJ: It shouldn’t. The Fortunate Ones can dominate wherever they go, be it the X-Division or The Bloodbath Division. I have no doubt that some will underestimate her, and that’s when Amber will make them pay, probably in an extremely painful way.
The guitar riffs of “Hail to the King” tear through the arena and the roof absolutely blows off the place. The lights dim, and then the stage lights, white and red, start to move with the beat of the drum. As the drums play together and the music starts to flow, the lights stop beating and stay on as a large figure appears. The figure is draped in a leather duster with a hood over his head. He steps to the ramp leading to the ring and flips the hood off his head as the chorus says, “Hail to the King.” As the music continues, he starts his march to the ring, the fans who love him in a frenzy, and those who hate him hiding from the rabid fans. Men, women, and children bow to him and jab their hands into the air to the rhythm of the music. Bull stops and stares into the ring.
MEMPHIS BELLE: Coming to the ring, he stands 6’ 10” and weighs in at 385 pounds….from the Great Northwoods of Michigan…this is THE BASTARD COREY BULL!
Bull raises his hands above his head in an X and an explosion rocks the top of the stage and a mushroom cloud floats to the top of the arena as Bull climbs onto the apron and steps over the top rope.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Bull nearly won the X-Division Title last Smash, only to get cheated at the end by Clyde Newton’s actions.
CJJ: What, his actions as the champ? Newton won fair and square, just ask the referee!
PATRICK MATHEWS: The ref may have missed Newton’s use of a foreign object, but I know Corey hasn’t forgotten. He’s going right after Mansley!
CJJ: Hey, wait, the bell hasn’t rang yet!
Mansley, taken off-guard, takes a few stiff hits from Bull, who looks like he’s been carrying his fury from last show into this one. He grabs hold of Mansley by the hair, turning and sending her flying over the top rope and to the floor!! Bull steps out after her, jumping off the apron, only for Mansley to dodge the double axehandle shot, then clip his knee with her shoulder, causing him to limp away. Mansley then charges after him, striking away at his back, as the two get close to the audience members. Some look like they’re enjoying it, while others back away, letting their fear show.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Hold on, guys, this one’s not the Falls Count Anywhere match!
CJJ: Hey, ref, get control of that Bastard!
Mansley grabs hold of Bull’s head, trying to drive it into the edge of the steel steps, but Bull blocks it with his hands. He elbows Mansley in the gut to get free, then grabs her, sending her crashing up and over the steps to the other side!! The crowd pops at the sound of the metallic bang, even as Mansley tries to recover off the mat. Bull is right there, grabbing hold of her and slamming her back-first into the apron edge, while grabbing her around the throat! Mansley fights against it, even as the referee leans out of the ring, yelling at both of them to break it up and get back inside so the match can officially start. Bull ignores him, but he can’t ignore Mansley kicking upwards, scoring a low blow!!
CJJ: Ouch, right in the, er, gut…
PATRICK MATHEWS: That was a low blow and you know it!!
CJJ: Can it even be considered a low blow if the match hasn’t started?
PATRICK MATHEWS: … OF COURSE IT CAN!!! THAT’S WHAT IT’S CALLED!
CJJ: Okay, fair enough, but it’s not a DQ…
The referee is now out of the ring, trying to corral the two wrestlers, but Mansley shoves him away. She is reaching under the ring, pulling out a steel chair from underneath! Bull is trying to get to his feet, as Mansley comes in from behind, smashing the chair across his back!! Bull winces, but doesn’t fully go down, so Mansley rears back to smash him again! The chair, bent up, falls to the ground, but Bull still doesn’t, staggering away. Mansley follows him, as we get to the guardrail. She jumps over the railing, grabbing hold of Bull’s head and pulling him down to try and choke him on the steel. But Bull fights free of it, then grabs onto Mansley, shoving her backwards into a group of fans, not all of whom get out of the way in time! The referee tries to grab Bull’s arm, wanting this to stop, but Bull smashes the referee backwards with a backhand, taking him outf!
PATRICK MATHEWS: This has gotten out of control!
CJJ: For once I agree with you, Patrick! And Bull just hit a ref, so he loses, right?
PATRICK MATHEWS: The match never started, there’s nothing to lose!
CJJ: Nah, I think it should go down as a Fortunate One win there.
Bull shakes his head and turns back, preparing to step over the railing. But Mansley comes running at him, leaping forward with another chair, smashing it into Bull’s head!! Bulls stumbles backwards, dropping to a knee, as Mansley gets up on the railing, preparing to swing again. But now WGWF Security is pouring in, finally deciding to get involved before anyone else gets injured. They block off Mansley, directing her up the aisle, while simultaneously trying to stop Bull from getting back into it.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Thank goodness!
CJJ: Oh, man, Mansley had the upper hand! Let’s just start the match now, okay?
PATRICK MATHEWS: I don’t think that’s happening, CJJ, We have no ref, they’re separating these two, and it looks like it’s going to be…
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Match Time: Debatable
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Mansley looks annoyed with the interlopers, threatening to sue any of the guys who are grabbing at her, while also threatening them with the steel chair. Bull, for his part, is trying to plow through everyone in his way to get back over to Mansley, wanting a piece of her. But security has too many numbers, finally managing to drive Bull backwards, towards the entryway.
PATRICK MATHEWS: This didn’t go at all how I expected it to go.
CJJ: You’re telling me! What chaos! What violence! I loved every minute of it! Let’s do it again soon!
As Bull disappears into the back, Mansley makes her way back into the ring, bragging as if having gotten the victory. As she’s about to exit the ring, the screen fizzles to life again and once more Devlin Knight is standing outside the ‘72 Chevy Camaro, she backs away from the ropes and looks up, mouthing incoherently.
DEVLIN: Hey there, Amber! I hope you're good?! Listen, I just wanted to come out here so to speak because I kind of feel bad for not actually including you in what went down earlier tonight with Joseph, you know, I didn't give you the right treatment.
As Devlin is talking, Amber, looking quite perplexed, approaches the ropes again and continues to mouth off. As she gets up on the turnbuckle the crowd goes wild about something that is happening behind Amber.
DEVLIN: But you see, Amber… I take my self improvement very seriously and one thing I said I wouldn't do as a male, which is common sense really and unless it's mutually agreed in a written contract, is hit a woman.
As Amber continues her back and forth with Devlin, someone rolls under the bottom rope opposite Amber and bounces back and forth, holding the top rope.
CJJ: Someone has just slid into the ring, Patrick! Who is that?!
PATRICK MATHEWS: Isn't that… Yes it is! I heard rumours she'd been working on a new trademark this week, but…-
CJJ: Well who the hell is it?!
DEVLIN: But thankfully for me I know somebody who hates TFO as much as I do and isn't afraid to smack YOU upside the head! You might wanna, you know, turn around…
No sooner has Amber turned her body towards the opposite side of the ring, has the flaming redhead nailed a SUPERKICK into her jaw, sending her reeling and dropping to her knees.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Yes! I knew I recognised her! That's the former Casie Debonair! Now known as K.C. KNIGHT! And it looks like she might be making permanent residence right here on Smash!
As Amber Mansley is rocking back and forth on her knees, K.C. runs at her from behind and lands a FORWARD SOMERSAULT CUTTER! As the crowd go berserk chanting her name, she kips up and throws her arms in the air like a cheerleader…
K.C: This is what happens when you mess with my family, girl… Learn this lesson!
The screen with Devlin on it, fizzles into darkness as K.C. slides out of the ring and over the barricade, through the crowd, arms raised.
SYNN strode through the dimly lit backstage area of the MVP arena, her entourage of misfits trailing behind her like obedient shadows. Known collectively as the "Unfortunate Ones," they were a motley crew, each possessing their own quirks and idiosyncrasies, but united under the leadership of SYNN.
Their mission tonight was clear: infiltrate the inner sanctum of the VIP section and blend in seamlessly among the elite attendees. But to do so, they had to master the art of discretion and servitude. Hence, SYNN had taken it upon herself to drill them in the fine art of butler mannerisms.
As they walked, SYNN barked out instructions, her voice cutting through the air like a whip. "Straighten your backs! Chin up! Remember, we're here to serve, not to be seen."
The Unfortunate Ones, obedient as ever, straightened their postures and adjusted their expressions to reflect the utmost professionalism. Each of them wore a nametag, hastily scribbled in Sharpie, bearing the name "NEWTON."
"Yes, Mr. Mont," they chorused in unison, their voices a blend of deference and subservience. "Let me kiss your ass, Mr. Mont. Your nut tastes so good, Mr. Mont. Oh, you're ticklish? Allow me, Mr. Mont."
SYNN suppressed a smirk at their absurd chant but maintained her steely demeanor. Infiltrating the VIP section required absolute dedication to the role, no matter how ludicrous it seemed.
They navigated through the labyrinthine corridors of the backstage area, dodging crew members and performers alike. The air hummed with anticipation, the distant roar of the crowd seeping through the walls like a siren's song.
Finally, they reached the entrance to the VIP section, guarded by two imposing security guards. SYNN approached them with confidence, her entourage trailing behind like loyal subjects.
"Good evening, gentlemen," she greeted them, her voice smooth as silk. "We're here to attend to Mr. Mont's needs. He's expecting us."
The security guards eyed them warily, but SYNN held their gaze without flinching. After a tense moment, they nodded and stepped aside, allowing the Unfortunate Ones to pass.
Once inside, SYNN and her band of misfits blended seamlessly into the crowd, their butler personas a facade that masked their true intentions. They circulated among the guests, serving drinks and hors d'oeuvres with practiced ease.
But beneath their servile exterior, the Unfortunate Ones brimmed with anticipation. Tonight, they weren't just serving Mr. Mont; they were plotting something much bigger, something that would shake the very foundations of the MVP arena.
And as SYNN surveyed the room with a calculating gaze, she knew that their time had finally come. The stage was set, the players in position. All that remained was to wait for the perfect moment to strike.
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Backstage, Denise Essex stands next to Lexi Gold, microphone in hand, ready to conduct an interview. Lexi looks on with a smile on her face.
Denise Essex: “Lexi, how are you feeling tonight?”
Lexi Gold: “I'm doing great, Denise. Just keeping busy and focused.”
Denise Essex: “Jmont has been mocking you and your friends lately. Do you feel disrespected by his actions?”
Lexi shakes her head.
Lexi Gold: “Absolutely, but honestly, I'm not surprised. That's all he's capable of – turning every situation into a joke. I thought that slap would woke something up in him, but apparently, it's just another episode of comedy hour.”
Denise Essex: “It seems like everyone, including Jmont, forgets that you're the Queen of Mind Games. Do you think you'll use that to your advantage?”
The camera zooms in on the smirk Lexi has on her face.
Lexi Gold: “Oh, absolutely. While others may try to copy my playbook, I've perfected it. Jmont doesn't know what's coming to him. He's about to get a taste of his own medicine.”
Denise Essex: “Would you like to elaborate on that?”
Lexi smirks, letting the anticipation build, but remains silent before she walks away.
Scene then cuts backstage where we see THe Ma$TeR oF MoCKeRy, Je$TyR SeRyoU$, the REALLY REALLY REALLLYYYYYY SMALL TOWN Southern Baptist preacher version, short sleeve button down shirt and everything, and behind him are his Unfortunate Flock on their mini three wheel tricycles the clown insists are HOLY ROLLERZ!
Jestyr stops the segway in front of a door with the name
“JONATHAN BARROWS”
Perfectly LaMiNaTeD and DuCT TaPe TO THE DooR, CauSe MY FRiENDZ, IF YA CaN’T DUCT IT…
!!!!!PHUCK IT!!!!!!
…FiGuRaTiVeLy SPEAKING!
Jestyr steps off the segway and motions for the Unfortunates to join him. He waves Fig Newton and his JM Championship belt velcroed snuggly around his waist forward. As he gets close enough Jestyr puts his arm over him and says…
Je$TyR SeRyoU$: OK, DICKBAG…Do you mind if I call you DICKBAG!
Fig Newton: No sir, I only let my friends call me DICKBAG!
Je$TyR SeRyoU$: Whatever DICKBAG, LISTEN…DO you remember what you are supposed to say?
Fig Newton: I guess…
Je$TyR SeRyOU$: I didn’t ask you what the square root of 9 is, I asked you if you remembered what I told you to say?...Well let’s just save everyone some time and just assume you don’t know that either! Fortunately for you I took this into account and there is a little script taped to the back of your book of MONTOURISIM…You can read yes?
Fig Newton: Last I checked?
Je$TyR SeRyOU$: Yeah and when the hell was that?...Nevermind, just go ahead, and don’t screw it up or your baloney sammich will be sans the baloney…HoMiE!!!...and look man ya know what I’m sorry I really should’t be such an ass to you, it’s just you look so much like the real Clyde Netwon and I find it irritating quite frankly. Ohhh wait before you go I almost forgot yall were homeless…Have yall seen this wet diaper of a human being who looks like he’s ugly crying? Wrestling fans used to call him
?FPV??
Jestyr steps off the segway and motions for the Unfortunates to join him. He waves Fig Newton and his JM Championship belt velcroed snuggly around his waist forward. As he gets close enough Jestyr puts his arm over him and says…
Je$TyR SeRyoU$: OK, DICKBAG…Do you mind if I call you DICKBAG!
Fig Newton: No sir, I only let my friends call me DICKBAG!
Je$TyR SeRyoU$: Whatever DICKBAG, LISTEN…DO you remember what you are supposed to say?
Fig Newton: I guess…
Je$TyR SeRyOU$: I didn’t ask you what the square root of 9 is, I asked you if you remembered what I told you to say?...Well let’s just save everyone some time and just assume you don’t know that either! Fortunately for you I took this into account and there is a little script taped to the back of your book of MONTOURISIM…You can read yes?
Fig Newton: Last I checked?
Je$TyR SeRyOU$: Yeah and when the hell was that?...Nevermind, just go ahead, and don’t screw it up or your baloney sammich will be sans the baloney…HoMiE!!!...and look man ya know what I’m sorry I really should’t be such an ass to you, it’s just you look so much like the real Clyde Netwon and I find it irritating quite frankly. Ohhh wait before you go I almost forgot yall were homeless…Have yall seen this wet diaper of a human being who looks like he’s ugly crying? Wrestling fans used to call him
?FPV??
…He Probably CHanged It At This POINT, BuT IT’S WORTH A SHOT I BEEN LOOKIN ALL OVER 4 HIM!!!
Mansley: I member him, I used to love me some FPV.
Je$TyR SeRyOU$: That is gross, fitting, but ew…And I mean I appreciate you staying in character by saying things that have absolutely nothing to do with the topic of discussion, but I was asking that, ya know
!!!! I-R-L !!!!!
Mansley: I member him, I used to love me some FPV.
Je$TyR SeRyOU$: That is gross, fitting, but ew…And I mean I appreciate you staying in character by saying things that have absolutely nothing to do with the topic of discussion, but I was asking that, ya know
!!!! I-R-L !!!!!
…That Is What The KiDZ CALL IT RIGHT?
…So NoTHIN? Well IMaGiNe MY SHOCK! Go head Fig, let’s see if we can save the soul of our heathen General Manager…
Fig Newton refastens the velcro of his JM Championship belt and walks over and knocks on the door. He and the rest of us then kick back and wait with bated breath. After a few moments the door swings open and the GENERAL MANAGER of THe DoPeST RASSLIN SHOW in THE BIZ steps out looking rather DaPPeR in his suit. He looks around at the small crowd gathered at his door. His eyes are searching for someone he recognizes and the moment he finds the one he does, he rolls his eyes and shakes his head…And the look on his face saves him all kinda $$$ on fines because his face says what his mouth doesn’t have to…
?W.T.F.??
…So NoTHIN? Well IMaGiNe MY SHOCK! Go head Fig, let’s see if we can save the soul of our heathen General Manager…
Fig Newton refastens the velcro of his JM Championship belt and walks over and knocks on the door. He and the rest of us then kick back and wait with bated breath. After a few moments the door swings open and the GENERAL MANAGER of THe DoPeST RASSLIN SHOW in THE BIZ steps out looking rather DaPPeR in his suit. He looks around at the small crowd gathered at his door. His eyes are searching for someone he recognizes and the moment he finds the one he does, he rolls his eyes and shakes his head…And the look on his face saves him all kinda $$$ on fines because his face says what his mouth doesn’t have to…
?W.T.F.??
…Yes Mr. Barrows WTF INDEED!?!?
Jestyr swiftly kicks Fig in his ass as he was suddenly struck with stage fright when his eyes met the very agitated GM. So he begins to nervously read from the script he was given
Fig Newton: Good afternoon sir, my associates and I were traveling…no walking…Yeah walking is much better…Sorry, it say we was walkin around going from door to door here on SMASH to make show you have found JMONT?
Jonathan Barrows: Wait what? Where the hell is he? He is supposed to be here nobody said he could leave!
Jestyr then sternly kicks Fig in the ass once more to get this thing back under control.
Fig Newton: Um no sir he prolly still here, see we from like a Church or somethin and uh…
Jestyr then loses his patience as he pushes passed Fig, but not before briefly pausing to unvelcro his title belt which causes Fig to immediately drop down to catch it, as Jestyr takes the book and adjusts his glasses…
Je$TyR SeRyoU$: Sorry John, I didn’t expect them to be so…
?AuTHeNTIK?
Jestyr swiftly kicks Fig in his ass as he was suddenly struck with stage fright when his eyes met the very agitated GM. So he begins to nervously read from the script he was given
Fig Newton: Good afternoon sir, my associates and I were traveling…no walking…Yeah walking is much better…Sorry, it say we was walkin around going from door to door here on SMASH to make show you have found JMONT?
Jonathan Barrows: Wait what? Where the hell is he? He is supposed to be here nobody said he could leave!
Jestyr then sternly kicks Fig in the ass once more to get this thing back under control.
Fig Newton: Um no sir he prolly still here, see we from like a Church or somethin and uh…
Jestyr then loses his patience as he pushes passed Fig, but not before briefly pausing to unvelcro his title belt which causes Fig to immediately drop down to catch it, as Jestyr takes the book and adjusts his glasses…
Je$TyR SeRyoU$: Sorry John, I didn’t expect them to be so…
?AuTHeNTIK?
HAHAHAHAHAHAHA…Sorry!!!!
Jonathan Barrows: Whatever can we just please get whatever this is over with, I’m busy!
Je$TyR SeRyOU$: Ohh why yes…Of course you are please forgive me. We are Montouristis you see? And we are just going from locker room door to locker room door making sure you have accepted JMONT into your heart as the…
!!!!!!SLAM!!!!!!
Jonathan Barrows: Whatever can we just please get whatever this is over with, I’m busy!
Je$TyR SeRyOU$: Ohh why yes…Of course you are please forgive me. We are Montouristis you see? And we are just going from locker room door to locker room door making sure you have accepted JMONT into your heart as the…
!!!!!!SLAM!!!!!!
…Well THat PRoLLy COULD HaVe GoNe BeTTeR!!!!
Barrows had heard all he needed to slamming the door in the clown’s face. Jestyr like most of you starts laughing at this, because…LoL. Jestyr then turns to his flock and sees them standing around like the nitwits they are as he shakes his head at Fig struggling to revelcro his belt back around his waist.
Je$TyR SeRyOU$: K bad news first guys…Our GM insists on remaining a HEATHEN so if we keep going and collectively decide this thing needs to go INQUISITION we now know where to
!!!!STaRT, RIGHT?
Barrows had heard all he needed to slamming the door in the clown’s face. Jestyr like most of you starts laughing at this, because…LoL. Jestyr then turns to his flock and sees them standing around like the nitwits they are as he shakes his head at Fig struggling to revelcro his belt back around his waist.
Je$TyR SeRyOU$: K bad news first guys…Our GM insists on remaining a HEATHEN so if we keep going and collectively decide this thing needs to go INQUISITION we now know where to
!!!!STaRT, RIGHT?
…Yeah PRoLLy WoN’T CoMe TO THaT, AND WELL IF IT DOES PLEASE PROMISE TO KILL ME FIRST!
…And I said please so that means you HAVE TO PHUCKIN DO IT!!!
Smacky Sonya: Did you say there was good news?
Je$TyR SeRyOU$: Ohhh well look who finally
!!!!!CaUGHT THe F’N DRaGoN!!!!!
…And I said please so that means you HAVE TO PHUCKIN DO IT!!!
Smacky Sonya: Did you say there was good news?
Je$TyR SeRyOU$: Ohhh well look who finally
!!!!!CaUGHT THe F’N DRaGoN!!!!!
…YOU MUST BE EXHAUSTED!!!
But yes there is good news indeed…THere are plenty more souls that need savin…And they aren’t gunna save themselves so let’s get to it! Montourisits…BACK TO YOUR HOLY ROLLERS…WE PRESS ON!!!
...YuP THEREZ MoRe!!!
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MEMPHIS BELLE: The next match is scheduled for one fall. Making his way to the ring, standing 6’10” and weighing 328 lbs, from Detroit, Michigan, here is “THE UNTAMED DEMON” DAMAGE!!!
Before the Tron plays the Lights in the arena goes pitch black, The Tron play showing 3 little girls playing and looks at the camera and say, "He is Here" and then slowly fades to black. A man's voice say" Run" followed by “Untamed” by Jacob Lizotte hits the PA system and The Damage's video plays on the Tron. The lights in the arena flickers in rhythmic to the beats. As the themes builds more Damage comes out from behind the curtains and stops at the arena as the crowd goes crazy. He is seen wearing coolers for his eyes with Silver tank-tops with "The Untamed Demon" printed on the tank top below his chest and a leather Sleeveless Vest over his tank top. The word “DAMAGE” is pasted with Diamonds on back of the Sleeveless vest . He is seen wearing a long leather pants with and black boots. Two elbow pads is seen on his elbow. With smirk on his face and starts walking down the ramp looking focused on the ring as he neglects the fans who were stretching their hand in hopes to touch his body. He reaches the end of the ramp and walks towards the ring apron. Damage pulls the top rope and climbs on the ring apron. He steps over the top rope with one leg and gets inside the ring. Damage walks to the center of the ring and looks at the fans of WGWF who were on their foot on seeing the untamed demon before as he raises his right hand in the air as the pyros goes on from all the corners of ring posts like a fountain. The crowd lets a huge pop in the arena. Damage removes his coolers and the Vest to handover them to stage hand as his music slowly dies. He paces to show that he is ready to dominate the match with the same smirk on his face.
MEMPHIS BELLE: And his opponent, standing 6’2” and weighing 220 lbs, from Denver, Colorado, here is SETH STEVENS!!
“Man In A Box” by Alice In Chains begins to play, as the crowd starts to boo, remembering what Stevens did to Edward Grado last Smash. However, their boos go unanswered, as nobody appears in the entrance. After about a minute, the music stops. Damage looks over at the referee when Stevens doesn’t emerge in front of the crowd.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Where the hell is Seth Stevens?
CJJ: I guess he didn’t care that he was booked tonight.
The referee shrugs his shoulders at Damage when we hear the voice of Seth Stevens coming from the Jumbo-Tron.
SETH STEVENS: HEY! Dumbass. Up here.
The Jumbo Tron lights up to reveal Seth Stevens in the dark, outside an unknown location.
SETH STEVENS: I hate to break the news to you, Damage… but you aren’t worth my time or energy which is why I didn’t bother to put a promotional package together for you, let alone show up to compete when I have something else that is important to me that I’m going to continue to contend with…
Seth then states.
SETH STEVENS: Edward.
He continues with.
SETH STEVENS: Go ahead and count me out, accept the win, and be happy that I didn’t embarrass you before Clyde does.
The crowd boos intently as the referee begins to count out Stevens.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Stevens is being counted out!
SETH STEVENS: While you count… I’m going to pay someone a visit.
The camera pans back revealing Seth Stevens outside of the home of Edward Grado which sits on the Ramsey Compound in New York City.
SETH STEVENS: Little pig, little pig… let me in.
Stevens walks right up to the front door and kicks it open. Seth enters Edward’s home and finds Edward lying on the couch with his neck in a brace. The referee reaches the ten count in the arena as we hear the bell sound.
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Seth stalks over Edward as he looks down at Edward.
SETH STEVENS: Do you see how easy this could be, Edward? If I wanted to finish the job I could do it right now.
Seth takes his left hand and holds it over the throat of Grado.
SETH STEVENS: I could end your life if I wanted… but I’m going to give you the option for me to end it on the biggest stage of all time, WrestleWars.
Seth runs the backside of his left hand across the left side of Edward’s cheek.
SETH STEVENS: Sleep well sweet prince.
Seth stands up and walks back out the open front door and he is rude by not closing it behind him as the scene fades back to ringside.
SYNN strode purposefully through the bustling backstage area of the MVP arena, her band of misfits trailing behind her like a disorganized parade. Known collectively as the "Unfortunate Ones," they were a ragtag group, each with their own unique set of quirks and eccentricities. And tonight, SYNN had taken it upon herself to instill in them the finer points of etiquette and manners.
"Come on, people, we've got work to do," SYNN called out, her voice cutting through the chaotic din of the backstage area. "Straighten up those shoulders, polish those smiles. We're here to blend in, not stick out like sore thumbs."
The Unfortunate Ones, a motley crew if there ever was one, attempted to follow SYNN's instructions with varying degrees of success. Some straightened their postures with enthusiasm, while others seemed to struggle with the concept of subtlety.
As they moved through the backstage area, SYNN couldn't help but feel a twinge of frustration at the lack of progress. Teaching manners to this unruly bunch was like herding cats, but she was determined to see it through.
Suddenly, a commotion broke out among the group as one of the girls attempted to hush a crying baby. SYNN's eyes narrowed, her patience wearing thin as she strode over to investigate.
"What's going on here?" SYNN demanded, her voice sharp with authority as she confronted the girl.
The girl glanced up, her expression sheepish as she cradled the squirming infant in her arms. "Sorry, miss, it's just... Amber won't stop crying."
SYNN's lip curled into a faint smile at the mention of the baby's name. "Amber, huh? And why's she crying?"
The girl shrugged helplessly. "I think she's just hungry. She doesn't get nearly enough nutrients."
SYNN's smile widened into a grin as she reached out to gently stroke the baby's cheek. "Well, well, well, little Amber. Looks like you've got quite the set of lungs on you."
The girl chuckled nervously, relieved to see SYNN's demeanor softening. "Yeah, she's definitely got a voice, that's for sure. Too bad nobody ever hears it."
SYNN turned her attention back to the girl, her gaze intense as she studied her face. "And what's your name?"
The girl hesitated for a moment before replying, "Sonya. My name's Sonya."
"Well, Sonya," SYNN said, her tone gentle now, "looks like you've got your hands full with little Amber here. But remember, manners apply to everyone, even the littlest members of our group."
Lily nodded, her expression grateful as she shifted the baby in her arms. "I'll keep that in mind, miss. Thanks."
With a nod of approval, SYNN turned to address the rest of the Unfortunate Ones, her voice firm and commanding once more. "Alright, people, let's get back to it. We've got a job to do, and just because 'The Fortunate Ones' do, we're not going to let a crying baby derail our plans."
The Titantron lights up as the fans turn their attention.
CJJ: OMG! More food here tonight. I'm gonna be as fat as Chris Page soon enough with all these new sponsorships.
PATRICK MATHEWS: You are about to get fired for that comment.
CJJ: Maybe I can ask The Fortunate Ones if I can be in the commercial for this new cereal. If the money is right, you can call me FRED!
The image of a new cereal brand called FRED appears on the titantron. The fans do not seem amused. But the kids are screaming for the cereal. Maybe, just maybe this might be a hit after all.
VOICE: This ad has been brought to you by The Fortunate Ones. Put aside the Cornflakes, the Frosted Flakes and even the Lucky Charms. You are going to want to try this new cereal called Fred. It is full of shit and lies. Not even the guy who it is named after has any idea who he is or why he is here. But, give it a chance because you might not know what you are missing. And please make sure you take your time eating this cereal. You do not want to choke on it and become a choke artist like Fred on Monday Night Brawl.
The image disappears off the Titantron.
CJJ: Choking and Fred in the same sentence sounds about right.
PATRICK MATHEWS: You have issues!
CJJ: No, Fred has issues cause it seems he likes to choke. Probably from a John Cable, I mean Gable Hot Dog!
PATRICK MATHEWS: I am being told that something has happened in the back.
CJJ: Is this another one of those Synn videos?
PATRICK MATHEWS: What are you talking about?
CJJ: Nothing, carry on.
We go to the back where there is a merchandise booth that is apparently dedicated to the Fortunate Ones and it has been utterly destroyed. The poor balding chubby proprietor of said stand is on his knees crying into a J Mont Plushie. We return to the faces of Patrick Mathews and CJJ.
CJJ: Someone destroyed the Fortunate Ones Merch stand! What kind of sick being would do that?!?!
PATRICK MATHEWS: I am being told that we have footage and that the, yes the guys in the back have it cued up. Folks we are all seeing this for the first time, so I am going to warn you that we do not know what to expect so protect your little ones.
CJJ: I want answers!
We see Corey Bull walking by the booth. He stops and picks up one of the Clyde Newton Plushies. (You can but the whole set for $24.99). Bull has this smirk on his face and his large hand wraps around the neck and body and seems to be squeezing all the plush into the head, which now looks nothing like Clyde.
Pete the Stand Man: Sir, you going to pay for that.
Bull’s face raises and he levels the kind of look that kills people. His head turns and we see that Damage has appeared. The Huge pop raises from the crowd in the arena. Damage picks up a Clyde plushie and looks at it, then twists off the head and throws it aside. Bull raises an eyebrow and grabs the Amber Mansley-shaped body pillow (Complete with extra cushion if you know what we mean for $34.99) He pulls it in two directions and rips it right down the middle and tosses it like yesterday's trash.
CJJ: What in the name of hell?!
PATRICK MATHEWS: Would you look at those two men. They see eye to eye and are just massive compared to everything.
Damage grabs several coffee cups with J Monts face plastered all over them and and just tosses them casually over his shoulder. Bull folds the Sonya Benson poster into a large airplane and tosses it. It flies like crap and lands in a mop bucket. Damage and Corey Bull walk closer and both men stare at each other face to face. Damage and Corey Bull grab the tables at the same time and flip everything, Collapsing the whole shop and tilting all the merchs and destroying all the items, that shocks all the on-lookers around the shop.
Smashing can be heard, the proprietor is on his knees and crying and both men stand eye to eye. A nod of the heads and they walk off in different directions.
Pete the Stand Man: Who is going to pay for all this?
We return to Patrick Mathews and CJJ.
CJJ: That's a crime! Someone call security, the cops, hell the National Guard!
PATRICK MATHEWS: I would be more worried about that strange interaction then what they wrecked. Did you notice they were smiling? Scary.
SYNN paced through the backstage area of the MVP arena, her band of misfits trailing behind her like lost souls in search of purpose. Known as the "Unfortunate Ones," they were a peculiar group, a collection of oddballs and outcasts united under SYNN's enigmatic leadership. Tonight, as they navigated the labyrinthine corridors of the arena, SYNN felt a surge of determination coursing through her veins.
"Listen up, everyone," SYNN declared, her voice commanding attention as she addressed her motley crew. "I know things haven't been easy for us. We're the underdogs, the ones nobody expects to succeed. But that doesn't mean we can't make our mark."
The Unfortunate Ones exchanged uncertain glances, their expressions a mixture of apprehension and curiosity. SYNN had always been the driving force behind their endeavors, her unwavering belief in their potential serving as a beacon of hope in the darkest of times.
"Remember Shaun?" SYNN continued, her voice tinged with reverence. "Shaun Hart, the man who defied the odds and rose to greatness against all odds. He wasn't afraid to be himself, to speak his mind, even when the world told him he didn't belong."
A murmur of agreement rippled through the group as they listened intently to SYNN's words. Shaun Hart was a legend in their eyes, a symbol of resilience and determination in the face of adversity.
"We may not work here, we may never have had a match, but that doesn't mean we can't leave our mark on this world like Shaun does!," SYNN proclaimed, her voice ringing with conviction. "So let's do it, let's be like Shaun. Let's show the world what we're made of......even if its not much!"
With renewed determination, the Unfortunate Ones nodded in agreement, their spirits lifted by SYNN's impassioned speech. They may have been outsiders, but they were united by a common purpose, a shared desire to prove their worth to the world.
"And now," SYNN announced, her eyes sparkling with mischief, "it's time for dinner. But not just any dinner. Tonight, we dine like kings."
The Unfortunate Ones exchanged puzzled looks, unsure of what SYNN had in store for them. But as she led them to the catering area, their curiosity turned to excitement.
"Peanut butter and onion sandwiches and Oreos dipped in orange juice," SYNN declared, a mischievous grin spreading across her face. "And don't feel bad about indulging, my friends. We've charged it all to Shaun Hart's travel expense report. Dinner, on the Fortunate Ones!"
With a raucous cheer, the Unfortunate Ones descended upon the makeshift feast, their laughter echoing through the backstage area as they savored every bite. For in that moment, surrounded by the ones they called family, they felt a sense of belonging that transcended their status as outsiders.
MEMPHIS BELLE: The next match is scheduled for one fall, and will be a Bloodbath Exhibition Barbed Wire match!!
The crowd cheers, having been watching as barbed wire was strung up around the ring. It gives the whole area a more ominous air.
MEMPHIS BELLE: Introducing first, representing Smash, standing 6’4” and weighing 245 lbs, from New Orleans, Louisiana, here is LA JOHNNY STYLEZ!!
Someone, Anyone by Anberlin plays as Johnny Stylez comes out, looking like he’s fully immersed in the Jestyr Seryous persona. He grins going down to the ring, looking pleased to see the barbed wire hanging from above. He grabs at one coil, wrapping it around his fist, as he waits for his opponent.
MEMPHIS BELLE: And now, representing Brawl, standing 5’8” and weighing 185 lbs, from Dallas, Texas, here is the former WGWF World Heavyweight Champion, “THE MECHANIC” PETER VAUGHN!!!
The lights in the arena go out, causing the usual hysteria from the crowd. After a few seconds, Peter Vaughn's face appears on the big tron, smirking down at the fans.
"This Time... It's Different."
After Vaughn finishes speaking, he begins to laugh. His laughter carries on as the Tron video overtakes his image, beginning with "This Time It's Different" by Evans Blue. Sparks begin to erupt around the stage, showering nearby fans who feel like they're a little too close to the action. As the fireworks die down, a figure appears through the smoke and haze. Peter Vaughn walks out with a contemplative look on his face, holding a coil of razor wire in his arms. He brings it down the aisle, offering it towards the fans the few times they ask for a high five. The fans smartly do not oblige.
PATRICK MATHEWS: This is already going to be an extreme contest, but now Vaughn is bringing in razor wire!
CJJ: And that’s worse than barbed wire, right?
PATRICK MATHEWS: Well, I haven’t experienced either, thank goodness, but I’m sure neither are very pleasant. This is not going to be one for the faint of heart, so if you’re queasy around blood, maybe go get a sandwich right now.
CJJ: And if you love seeing faces in agony, get ready for a good time!
Vaughn brings the cord around the ring, beginning to unfurl it. It’s apparently been fitted into some kind of netting variation. But before Vaughn can finish, Seryous is outside the ring, jumping down on him with a barbed-wire fist punch!! Vaughn drops to his knees, already hurting, as Seryous smiles over him. He wraps the barbed wire around both hands and tries to throttle Vaughn with it, as the referee inside signals for the bell to ring!
PATRICK MATHEWS: This didn’t take long to go badly! Stylez could actually kill Vaughn if he can rip that barbed wire across his throat!
CJJ: I really don’t want to see someone die tonight, and yet that’s always going to be a possibility with the Bloodbath division… I’m glad we’ve got ironclad contracts for this! Nobody’s suing WGWF after this one!
Vaughn manages to fight off the cord, stomping on Seryous’ foot and pulling himself free. He turns around, jumping at Seryous with a flipping clothesline, taking both men down near the razor wire netting. Thankfully, neither lands in it, as Vaughn is able to get up easily. He grabs hold of Seryous and directs him into the ring, then follows behind him, getting to his feet. Seryous turns and kicks Vaughn before he can get close enough, though, and then grabs Vaughn by the head, scoring a DDT into the canvas. Vaughn rolls in pain, as Seryous gets back to his feet. He grins at Vaughn, picking him up, before launching him bodily towards the barbed wire ropes, with Vaughn hitting back-first, ripping through his coveralls!! Vaughn drops to the ground, unable to continue forwarded, as Seryous is completely enjoying himself.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Oh, man, we’ve already got some wounds developing, and I get the feeling that’s just the start of this one!
CJJ: We’re up on our supply of band aids in the back, right? Make sure we’ve got enough for after this one…
Seryous has Vaughn back up now, lifting up the smaller man on his shoulders. He goes for an F5 style maneuver into the barbed wire ropes, but Vaughn is able to redirect his weight, landing on the apron instead. Startled, Seryous reaches for him, but Vaughn grabs him by the arm, and then drops off the apron, causing Seryous’ armpit to go straight into the barbed wire!! He bounces away, shaking his arm furiously, as Vaughn slides back into the ring. As Seryous turns, Vaughn leaps into him, getting a tilt-a-whirl arm drag to send Seryous back into the ‘ropes’!! Seryous sags on the barbed wire, his arm now bleeding freely, as Vaughn comes up behind him and pulls him down into a school boy roll-up, intent on ending this one…
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2…
But Seryous is able to kick out, refusing to let a little bleeding slow him down.
PATRICK MATHEWS: So what are the protocols if one of these guys hits a major vein and starts to really bleed out? Do we have anything for that?
CJJ: Well, the match will be shorter, at least…
Vaughn and Seryous are back up now, with Vaughn trying to take Seryous outside the ring. He pushes him through the ‘ropes’, towards the razor wire netting, but Seryous blocks it by hanging onto the barbed wire. He then elbows Vaughn, stunning him, before grabbing hold of Vaughn and setting him for a vertical suplex. With no concern for himself or his opponent, Serious comes off the apron, taking Vaughn outside the ring… and right into the razor wire netting!!! Vaughn squirms in agony, trying to pull himself free of every blade cutting into him,, as Seryous pulls himself free from the edge of it, posing to the cheering fans nearby who are getting a kick out of the violence.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Vaughn’s pretty much stuck now, but the pin still has to be inside the ring, right? So what’s Stylez going to do now?
CJJ: Well, when you cast out a net, you always have to be able to reel it back in, don’t you?
As the fans look on in amazement, Seryous starts pulling the net backwards, towards the ring, dragging a wounded Vaughn on top of it. He looks to pull it into the ring, yanking Vaughn upwards. But at the last second, Vaughn is able to come free, collapsing back outside the ring as Seryous gets the netting inside. He angrily tosses it to the side, before going back onto the apron, carefully avoiding the barbs this time. He looks down at the fallen Vaughn, pleased, before running forward to drop an elbow off the apron… but Vaughn moves, causing Seryous to hit nothing but the outside mat!! Seryous rolls around, hurting, as Vaughn manages to sit up, bleeding from several places.
CJJ: That was critical for Vaughn. That elbow landed, and this one’s all but over, I think.
PATRICK MATHEWS: I’ve found it’s never worthwhile to underestimate Peter Vaughn. But this persona of Stylez is just so… terrifying.
CJJ: How do you know Stylez isn’t just a persona of Seryous?
Staggering to the side, Vaughn seems to be ignoring Seryous, as he moves away from him to another side of the ring. Seryous starts to get up, still holding his hurting arm, as he looks off to where Vaughn is ducking down, working on something. Seeing this, Seryous starts on his way around, heading towards Vaughn. He grabs at his shoulder, but Vaughn spins away… and launches a barbed-wire broomstick right into Seryous’ midsection!! Seryous groans from the hit, turning away, and Vaughn takes full advantage of the moment, rearing back and smashing Seryous’ back with the broomstick, cutting across his upper back!! Seryous drops to his knees, aching, as Vaughn steps over and starts trying to grind the barbed wire into Seryous’ forehead, wanting to seriously cut him open!!
PATRICK MATHEWS: And here we go, get the sensors ready!!
CJJ: We’re going to be watching the rest of this one in a different color scheme!
Blood comes down from multiple cuts on Seryous’ forehead, as he fights to push the barbed-wire broomstick away. Vaughn finally steps back, satisfied with the destruction he’s wrought. He takes aim, wanting to smash the broomstick across Seryous’ head! But Seryous ducks under it, avoiding the dangerous maneuver, and leaps up, catching Vaughn with The Humbler!!! Vaughn is down, with Seryous wiping blood out of his eyes as if it was just simply water. He staggers over and pulls Vaughn up, then rolls him under the ‘ropes’ into the ring, following behind. Serious then makes the cover, grabbing hold of both of Vaughn’s legs…
1…
2…
THR-No, Vaughn kicks out!
PATRICK MATHEWS: Who knows if Vaughn would have made it up, if the Humbler had been hit inside the ring?
CJJ: Coulda woulda shoulda, it didn’t happen, and so this bloody, chaotic match continues on!
Seryous steps off to the side, careful not to accidentally lean on the ‘ropes, as he waits for Vaughn to start getting up. As soon as Vaughn reaches his hands and knees, Seryous rushes in, going for The Bed Time Story!! But Vaughn manages to move aside, with Seryous only stomping the mat! Vaughn then leaps up, going for The Revenged!! But Seryous manages to block it, throwing Vaughn off! As Vaughn gets up, Seryous rushes forward, hitting a Cactus Clothesline, sending both men toppling over the barbed wire before crashing down to the outside!!! The crowd pops at the maneuver, as they watch the bloody Seryous get to his feet. He looks down at Vaughn, whose bleeding from several wounds, and shakes his head, as if not seeing that being good enough.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Wait, what is Stylez doing? He’s going under the ring?
CJJ: Hey, Vaughn wasn’t the only one who was prepared for this contest, Patrick.
PATRICK MATHEWS: It appears you’re right, because that’s a completely covered barbed wire table!!
CJJ: That’s thinking outside the box!
Seryous slides the table inside the ring, ripping up a little of the mat in the process. He gets inside, setting it up, as Vaughn tries to recover outside the ring. He starts climbing back in, but Seryous is there to grab him, hauling Vaughn upwards. He brings Vaughn over towards the table, darkly smiling as he sets Vaughn in position to get suplexed through it!! He starts to lift, but Vaughn blocks it… a second try, Vaughn blocks it again. Seryous, annoyed, tries a third time… and Vaughn not only blocks it, he then grabs hold of Seryous and manages to flip him over onto the barbed wire table!!!! Seryous hangs there, stuck on the barbed wire, as Vaughn staggers away from him.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Man, Stylez is completely stuck on there! Couldn’t Vaughn pin him on the table?
CJJ: Wouldn’t his shoulders still need to be on the mat? I don’t think that’ll work.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Well, Vaughn better hurry up and do something, I daresay Stylez will rip the flesh from his own back to get free!
CJJ: Hellraiser: The Wrestling Edition. Yikes.
Seryous is working to try and pull himself free in spite of the pain, even grabbing at the referee for added leverage. The ref gets yanked into the barbed wire, cutting up his hand, but he manages to pull away, shaking his injured digits. Seryous, meanwhile, has almost sat up… but it turns out to be too late, as Vaughn comes flying in from the turnbuckle, landing on top of him with The Plunge!!!! The crowd goes wild as the table collapses, sending both men crashing hard to the ground!! Vaughn takes a horrible landing, his own leg tangled in barbed wire as well, but he still stays on top, enough that the referee comes back in to make the count…
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THREE!!!!
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WINNER VIA PINFALL: PETER VAUGHN
Match Time: 16:33
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PATRICK MATHEWS:: What a wild conclusion!! Both of these guys are probably going to need stitches after this one!
CJJ: We’re also going to need an industrial washing of our mats… or just throw them out and buy new ones. We needed to upgrade anyway.
PATRICK MATHEWS: If this is what the Bloodbath Division is going to look like, prepare yourself for some insane contests!
The referee is passed some wire cutters, as a result like this was somewhat expected. He works to get both men free, clipping away, until they both roll away. Vaughn grabs at the referee, using him as an aid to get up. He’s bleeding quite heavily from a forehead clip, that could have occurred at any time.
The lights in the building start to flicker, matching the opening riffs and drums of 'The Infection' by Disturbed. The crowd immediately starts booing.
PATRICK MATHEWS: What’s the meaning of this?
CJJ: Looks like Mr. TPW is on his way out!
After the intro, a brief pyro explosion goes off in the entrance as the lyrics of the song begin. Peter Vaughn looks on, expecting Xavier Lux to come out but he doesn’t. The crowd reacts with a huge gasp, and some of them even try to warn Peter that Xavier has come from the crowd, Bertha in hand, and has slithered in behind him!
PATRICK MATHEWS: Turn around Peter!
Vaughn does just that and does not appear surprised to see Xavier standing there across from him. Xavier smiles and Peter smiles back. Johnny Stylez meanwhile is using the wired ropes to get to his feet and upon seeing Lux, he tells him to bash Vaughn with the chair. He stumbles over, holding his chest in pain, and then shoves Xavier and again tells him to hit Peter. Xavier stops smiling but says “okay”. Xavier turns to Peter, shrugs, brings the chair up, and swings for the fences… but towards Styles, hitting him on his arm/torso area as Johnny tries to move and block the shot a bit. He stumbles towards the ropes and isn’t able to duck the second chair shot as Xavier hits him right on the crown of his head!
CJJ: Oh dear Lord what a shot!
Stylez is down and out and blood trickles down to his face and ears from the top of his head. Xavier turns his attention back to Peter who nods, slightly impressed. Xavier tells him he’s not done yet and asks him to hold the chair for him. Peter nods and Xavier tosses it at Peter a bit aggressively, but he manages to catch it with both hands. Xavier then does the unthinkable, delivering a picture perfect drop kick, slamming the chair against Peter’s face!
PATRICK MATHEWS: What the hell?! Not Vaughn as well!
CJJ: But I thought they were long time friends!
Peter is down but not for long as Xavier brings him back up and tosses him against the corner. Xavier then grabs the chair and places it in the middle of the ring before going back to Peter who is out of it and then sitting him on the top turnbuckle. He then climbs it himself, pulls Peter to a standing position, before, in one swift motion, lifting him onto his shoulders and jumping off, delivering a Death Valley Driver right onto the barbwire chair!
PATRICK MATHEWS: Peter Vaughn gets hit with The Cure, but I doubt he is going to be feeling any better after it!
CJJ: "Bertha" is such a dangerous weapon, and to get your head driven into it like that makes it that much deadlier!
Lux gets up holding his arm in pain and you can see where the wire ripped into his arm as well as blood oozes through his fingers. He is all smiles though as he sees both competitors laid out, sporting crimson masks… Xavier sees the blood on his hand and smiles before smearing it all over his face. He then motions with his hands around his waist, letting everyone know what this is about and the crowd boos loudly.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Well it’s very apparent what Xavier Lux is after CJJ!
CJJ: Definitely. He is not only out for blood, but also for the Bloodbath championship!
Xavier grabs Bertha, but before leaving, he mouths the words “I’m sorry pal” to Peter Vaughn.
SYNN strode purposefully through the backstage area of the MVP arena, her band of misfits trailing behind her like a chaotic parade. Known as the "Unfortunate Ones," they were a peculiar group, a motley crew of outsiders and eccentrics united under SYNN's enigmatic leadership. Tonight, as they navigated the labyrinthine corridors of the arena, SYNN's mind buzzed with a sense of urgency.
"Listen up, everyone," SYNN called out, her voice cutting through the din of the backstage area. "We've got another mission tonight, and it's a big one."
The Unfortunate Ones gathered around SYNN, their expressions a mixture of curiosity and anticipation. They knew better than to question SYNN's motives; she was their leader, their guiding light in the darkness of the world.
"I've been helping Je$tyr in his quest to find JMont," SYNN continued, her tone serious. "And tonight, we're going to assist him in any way we can."
A murmur of excitement rippled through the group as they listened intently to SYNN's words. Je$tyr was a legend in their eyes, a renegade with a heart of gold and a penchant for mischief. And if he needed their help, they were more than willing to lend a hand.
"So here's the new plan," SYNN declared, her eyes gleaming with determination. "We're going to start knocking on doors like Jehovah's witnesses. We'll ask if the person has found JMont, and if they haven't, we'll move on to the next door."
The Unfortunate Ones exchanged puzzled looks, unsure of how knocking on doors would help in their quest. But they trusted SYNN implicitly, knowing that she always had a trick up her sleeve.
With SYNN leading the way, the Unfortunate Ones set off down the corridor, their footsteps echoing through the empty halls of the arena. As they reached the first door, SYNN raised her hand and knocked firmly, her knuckles rapping against the wood in a steady rhythm.
The door swung open to reveal a startled-looking stagehand, his eyes widening in surprise at the sight of the Unfortunate Ones gathered in the hallway.
"Can I help you?" the stagehand asked, his voice tinged with confusion.
"We're looking for JMont," the homeless junkie replied, her tone polite but firm. "Have you seen him?"
The stagehand shook his head, his expression apologetic. "Sorry, I haven't seen him. But I'll keep an eye out."
With a nod of thanks, SYNN and the Unfortunate Ones moved on to the next door, their determination undiminished. They knocked on door after door, asking the same question over and over again, their voices ringing out like a chorus of hope in the darkness.
One of the doors the knock on, the crowd cheers as it is answered by WGWF Television Champion and Brawl Roster Member, Jenny Myst.
"Have you seen J----“Wait a min, why are you here?!"
"I do what I want, duuuuhhhhh!"
Noticing one of the members had broken their hive mind chant, Synn slithered over to see what the distraction was all about.
"Myst." She hissed.
"HIYA!"
"Answer the question, blondie. What ARE you doing here?!"
"Brawl Catering ran out of sponge cake", she said, sticking her plastic fork into a fresh slice.
"You.....you all get Sponge Cake over there?"
“Yeah! I had Candice write it into my contract!"
Je$tyr, appearing out of nowhere with his band of misfits, speaks up.
"NO FAIR!!! Looks like Mr. Barrows and I need to have a lil LeGaL DiSCuSSiON!!!"
*eating sponge cake* “I would.”
"...Ohh and I pretty much do whatever I want, so there's that too, but mostly the spongecake, which is typical but nevermind."
Synn reaches out for the sponge cake Jenny swats her hand away.
“Ah ah….”
She shuts the door on them.
"New mission, friends! Let's find Barrows!"
The cameras have picked up in the back of the arena again as the hallway seems to be a popular place tonight. You see some of the WGWF staff walking around as well as security from the arena. You then see Lexi Gold come from around the corner when suddenly, at the other end, you can see a figure standing there. Lexi’s eyes light up as if she has seen a ghost. The figure begins to walk at a fast pace towards Lexi who isn't backing down either. When they finally meet face to face, it's none other than Lexi Gold and……..
J Mont gets into the face of Lexi Gold. Then takes a step back and raises his hand like he is about to slap her in the face.
J MONT: What? Did you think I was really going to slap you in the face? That is a bitch move. Oh wait, you did that to me last Smash, so that makes you a BITCH!
Lexi’s face turns beat red and her blood pressure has to be raised to all new levels after the comment from J Mont. Lexi wants to raise her hand and slap the shit out of J Mont again, but she holds herself back.
LEXI GOLD: The only bitch I’m looking at is you. Are you still angry that you got slapped? Keep making a mockery of me and my friends and you’ll get worse. You are nothing but a laughingstock to the WGWF and nothing more, so do me a favor and get the hell out of my way.
J Mont begins to burst out laughing in Lexi’s face. It’s as if he just heard the Kool Aid Joke from Dane Cook, sitting in the front row.
J MONT: Look at little Lexi Fold, I mean Gold here. Trying to be a badass. Trying to be a tough BITCH. Lexi, you are out of your league here. Now I see why you want to hang out with a guy who wears a mask to hide his ugly ass face. Because you know that you cannot do any better. But I hear that John Gable would cheat on Lexi Fold for you. I also recently heard that John Blade just dumped his girl too. You have choices now.
Lexi once again has the thought of smacking J Mont in the face, but holds up.
LEXI GOLD: You mean the John Blade that hired someone that looks like me for his sexual needs. To me it sounds like you both are two peas in a pot. Try again.
She shakes her head.
J MONT: Sounds like that John Blade is on your mind. There is one thing you need to worry about right now Lexi and it's not the sexual frustrations you have with John Blade, but with the fact that you crossed The Montuori Family.
J Mont’s face changes from a smile to a look of a serial killer.
LEXI GOLD: Does it look like I’m scared of you and your wife? You cover up your vulnerability by pretending you are something you’re not. Let’s not forget that I’ve been around the both of you when you needed someone to take care of your kid, because it was obvious you both were unfit for that role. The things I saw around the house would make anyone question why you both are parents.
J Mont’s walks towards the wall and smacks both open hands against it as the echo is very loud down the hallway. Lexi was shocked at the impact of that smack to the wall. J Mont turns back to Lexi.
J MONT: You better watch how you talk about my Wife and Daughter. At least I have a significant other and a child. All you have is a worn out ass and a guy with a mask. So, please shut the fuck up before you get dealt with.
J Mont and Lexi get closer, almost face to face to one another.
J MONT: This is your last warning Lexi. Keep my wife’s and daughter’s name out of your mouth, or else.
LEXI GOLD: MIA! GIA! Now what?
J Mont balls his fist, and from that last impact of the wall, Lexi might be thinking twice about her comments, when…………….
JKO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Lexi just got a JKO outta nowhere from Mia. Lexi is down on the ground.
MIA: That is a warning from me you stupid bitch. Mention me and my daughter AGAIN, next time will be even worse!
J Mont and Mia stand over Lexi and begin to make out over her body.
CJJ: This is great. The Queen of the WGWF Mia just showed Lexi Gold who is boss.
PATRICK MATHEWS: That was uncalled for and unnecessary. What has gotten into Mia lately?
When they are finally done kissing, Mia is laughing as J Mont kicks fake dirt backwards onto the body of Lexi gold on the ground as the cameras shift back to ringside.
MEMPHIS BELLE: The next match is scheduled for one fall, and is a Falls Count Anywhere match! Introducing first, standing 5’8” and weighing 150 lbs, from Anchorage, Alaska, here is SYNN!!
"Yen" by Splipknot hits. The arena goes dark and a mist begins to engulf the landscape.
"You're the sin that I've been waitin' for
The hands around my throat
It's all I can think about
The smell of sweat and blood"
SYNN walks out onto the ramp, a deadpan expression as she stares at the ring, tilting her head side to side. She slowly walks to the ring like impending death, before sliding into the ring under the ropes and slithering to the middle.
This is the first time we see a smile, a twisted and demonic one. The demon pops up and goes to the corner and waits for her opponent.
MEMPHIS BELLE Her opponent, standing 6’4” and weighing 276 lbs, from Baltimore, MD, here is RAGNAROK!!
The arena goes dark. He comes up from underneath the staging area before an explosion of fire lights the ramp up. The explosion knocks the lights back on as he stands at the top of the ramp before walking down.
Patrick Matthews: Two extremely tough wrestlers facing off here tonight, in a fight that can go anywhere!
CJJ: But not here, right? Right??
Patrick Matthews: Good luck, CJJ. May the WGWF Force be with you.
The referee's signal pierced the tension like a thunderbolt, and with a deafening roar, the match was underway. SYNN wasted no time, charging at Ragnarok with a ferocious intensity. He countered with a thunderous blow, sending SYNN reeling back against the ropes. But SYNN refused to yield, unleashing a barrage of strikes in retaliation, each one delivered with bone-crushing force.
The battle raged on, the two wrestlers locked in a brutal exchange of blows as the ring reverberated with the sound of flesh meeting flesh. SYNN's agility and speed were matched only by Ragnarok's sheer brute strength, creating a mesmerizing spectacle of skill and power. Ragnarok wasted no time in unleashing a flurry of punishing blows on Synn. Each strike echoed through the arena, eliciting gasps from the audience. Grabbing her by the hair, he tosses her into the corner again. The arena echoes with chops across her chest. He grabs her arm and whips her across the ropes the other way. With a yell, he runs and splashes her into the corner.
CJJ: He said he planned on showing her how tough it is here, and he's been the aggressor so far!
Patrick Matthews: I still can't get a read on this chick. This is only her third match here, but remember, she was a former world champion.
SYNN lunged forward, aiming a swift kick at Ragnarok's midsection, but the towering opponent deftly evaded the attack. With a sinister grin, Ragnarok retaliated with a bone-crushing punch that sent SYNN reeling. The crowd gasped as SYNN staggered, her determination shining through the pain. She gritted her teeth, refusing to back down in the face of her opponent's ruthless assault.
Ragnarok seized the opportunity, grabbing SYNN by the arm and hurling her towards the ropes. The impact reverberated through the arena as SYNN crashed against the ropes, her body aching from the force of the blow. Sensing an opening, Ragnarok charged forward, aiming to deliver a devastating clothesline. But SYNN was quicker than anticipated, ducking beneath the attack and countering with a lightning-fast kick to Ragnarok's chest. The crowd erupted in cheers as SYNN's counterattack found its mark, sending Ragnarok stumbling backward. With a fierce battle cry, SYNN charged forward, channeling all her strength into a powerful shoulder tackle that sent Ragnarok crashing to the mat. Ragnarok groaned in pain, but his formidable resilience shone through as he quickly regained his footing. With a menacing growl, he charged at SYNN, their bodies colliding in a flurry of strikes and grapples.
He quickly overpowers her again, knocking her down with a brutal shoulder block.
Ragnarok picks Synn up by the hair, chopping her again before delivering a knee to the gut. He goes for a DDT but she slides around, locking her arms around his waist. She wants to hit a suplex but he elbows out of it, arm dragging her back over his shoulder. She hit the mat with a thud. He put an arm up with a smile. Synn crawls towards him, and he kicks her in the upper back, planting her face down.
Despite the relentless assault, Synn, a fighter known for her resilience and unbreakable spirit, refused to stay down. She absorbed each hit with unwavering determination, her eyes blazing with defiance.
The match escalated into a violent dance of power and will, the sounds of impacts and grunts filling the air. Ragnarok's attacks were relentless, driving Synn back towards the edge of the ring. A stiff right hand took her to one knee and Ragnarok came off the ropes with a running knee, driving it into her face and sending her flat to her back. Again, refusing to stay down, she stumbles up to to him before being planted with a spine buster.
CJJ: She is getting dominated right now, and I can't say I saw this coming!
Patrick Matthews: I mean, he is the number one contender for the World Title. You don't get to be that as a scrub, CJ!
He knows that pinning her now, though, won't do anything. He picks her up and throws her into the corner again. He yells, smacking his chest, and goes for another running turnbuckle splash, trying to systematically wear her down.
With a fierce cry, Synn countered, catching Ragnarok off guard with a series of swift strikes that sent him staggering. The tide began to turn, and the crowd's cheers grew louder with each successful hit. Seizing the opportunity, Synn seized Ragnarok by the arm and flung him over the ropes, sending him crashing to the hard floor below. The match spilled out of the ring as she came off the ropes and dove over, landing on top of him with a flying cross body that sent them both crashing into the barricade around the ring.
As the match spilled out onto the floor, the intensity only escalated. SYNN and Ragnarok traded devastating maneuvers, each one more punishing than the last.
Ragraok scooped her up and drove her back first into the steel ring post, the sickening thud reverberating around the MVP arena. The crowd responded with an "OHHHH!".
The crowd roared as Ragnarok drove Synn into the unforgiving ring post again with a sickening thud that echoed through the arena. Synn's body contorted in pain, but her spirit refused to yield. With sheer grit, she attempted to rise, her movements a testament to her unyielding resolve.
Ragnarok, fueled by ruthless ambition, seized the opportunity to further break his opponent's spirit. With a cruel intent gleaming in his eyes, he wrapped his leg around the ring post, trapping Synn in a cruel embrace of agony. The audience held their breath, sensing the impending storm of brutality about to be unleashed.
CJJ: He isn't going to do this! Tell me he's not gonna do this!
Patrick Matthews: He wants to end her career before it starts! He also wants to send a message to Enigma!
CJJ: This is so out of character for him!
Patrick Matthews: Being in the title picture changes you! You gotta do what you gotta do!
Grasping a chair with malevolent purpose, Ragnarok raised it high above his head, the metal glinting in the harsh arena lights. The crowd's collective gasp filled the arena, a symphony of dread at the impending violence about to unfold. Synn, battered and bruised, faced the threat head-on, her eyes blazing with defiance.
As the chair descended with a bone-chilling whoosh, time seemed to slow down. The impact reverberated through the arena, a cacophony of sound that pierced the very soul. Synn's body convulsed in agony, a guttural moan escaping her lips as pain coursed through her.
But even in the face of such brutality, Synn refused to surrender. With a trembling hand, she reached out, her fingers brushing against the cold metal of the chair that had been used to shatter her. Every breath was a battle cry, every movement a testament to her unbroken will.
Through the haze of pain, Synn found a reserve of strength she never knew she had. With a primal roar that shook the very foundations of the arena, she pushed herself off the ring post, defying the odds stacked against her. The crowd erupted into a deafening crescendo of cheers, their fervor echoing the resilience of the indomitable spirit that burned within Synn's heart.
Ragnarok was furious. He grabbed the chair again and pulled her back to the ring post......wrapping her other leg around it.
CJJ: He's gonna take out the other leg now!
Patrick Matthews: Enigma, I hope you're watching, this could be you!
With a guttural roar, Ragnarok brought the chair down on Synn's leg again, a sickening impact reverberating through the arena. Synn's agonized scream pierced the air, sending shivers down the spines of the onlookers.
As Synn lay crumpled on the unforgiving mat, her body broken but her spirit unyielding, Ragnarok stood over her, a triumphant gleam in his eyes. The crowd watched in stunned silence, the weight of the moment heavy upon them.
He puts a boot on her chest, and the ref slides down to cover.
1!
2!
Synn gets a shoulder up!
Ragnarok smirks. He drags her by the arm over to the steel steps, propping her up in a sitting position.
CJJ: He's not gonna do this! Tell me he's not gonna do this! He'll take her damn off!
As Ragnarok moved in for the final blow, a glimmer of defiance flashed in Synn's eyes. With a sudden burst of strength, she twisted away, narrowly dodging a devastating knee strike that would have spelled her end. He crashed into the steps, dislodging them. He immediately winces and grabs his knee.
The arena erupted in a cacophony of cheers and gasps as Synn, her body battered but her spirit unbroken, crawled away, each movement a testament to her resilience. Ragnarok, seething with rage and frustration, clutched at his injured legs, his dominance shaken by her unwavering will.
Up the ramp they fought, their bodies colliding with bone-jarring force. Synn's determination was unwavering, her movements fluid and calculated as she fought back against the brutal onslaught of Ragnarok.
They fight their way into the back stage area, the cameras follow.
As the signal to begin echoed through the corridors, SYNN and Ragnarok wasted no time in engaging each other, the echoes of their collision reverberating off the walls. The fight was brutal and bloody, a dance of violence and skill that captivated all those fortunate enough to witness it. SYNN dodged a swing from Ragnarok, using the momentum to deliver a series of swift kicks to his midsection. The impact echoed through the backstage area, causing a collective gasp from the onlookers who had gathered to witness the spectacle.
Ragnarok roared in frustration, his massive fists swinging out in a furious flurry. SYNN ducked and weaved, narrowly avoiding each devastating blow, her reflexes honed to perfection in the heat of battle.
With a primal scream, Ragnarok lunged forward, grabbing SYNN by the shoulders and hoisting her into the air with ease. The crowd gasped as he prepared to execute his signature move, the powerbomb.
SYNN struggled in Ragnarok's grip, her strength waning against his overwhelming power. With a mighty heave, Ragnarok sent her crashing through a nearby refreshment table, the splintering wood and debris showering the surrounding area.
The impact was deafening, the sound of splintering wood and shattering glass echoing through the backstage area. SYNN lay amidst the wreckage, pain lancing through her body as she fought to regain her composure.
Patrick Matthews: AND she still isn't out!
CJJ: What does he have to do to keep her down?!
Patrick Matthews: Where am I supposed to get me coffee now!
Ragnarok stood over her, a triumphant smirk on his face as he raised his arm high, signaling the end of the match. The crowd erupted into a cacophony of cheers and applause, their excitement palpable in the air.
As Ragnarok went for the pin, SYNN's eyes fluttered open, determination blazing in their depths. With a primal scream of defiance, she summoned the last of her strength and kicked out with all her might, breaking free from Ragnarok's pin. Shock and disbelief registered on Ragnarok's face as SYNN pushed herself to her feet, bloodied and bruised but unbowed. The crowd's cheers grew louder, urging her on in her moment of triumph against all odds.
With a roar of defiance, SYNN launched herself at Ragnarok, her fists a blur of motion as she unleashed a flurry of devastating blows. Ragnarok staggered back, caught off guard by her sudden resurgence.
The backstage area became a maelstrom of chaos and violence as SYNN and Ragnarok clashed with unmatched ferocity. The sound of their blows reverberated through the arena, a symphony of destruction and determination.
Ragnarok fought back with all his might, each punch and kick delivered with bone-crushing force. SYNN felt the impact of each blow, her body a canvas of pain and determination as she refused to back down.
With a primal roar, Ragnarok seized a nearby coffee maker and swung it at SYNN with all his might. The metal connected with a sickening thud, causing a shower of sparks to fill the air as SYNN stumbled back, pain lancing through her body. Undeterred, SYNN let out a defiant scream, ignoring the pain as she launched herself at Ragnarok once more. The two competitors grappled with each other, locked in a deadly dance of determination and willpower.
CJJ: There goes the rest of the coffee!
Patrick Matthews: That's coming out of his paycheck!
The air crackled with tension as SYNN and Ragnarok fought with unmatched ferocity, each blow resonating through the backstage area with bone-shaking force. The crowd held their collective breath, caught up in the intensity of the battle unfolding before them. Ragnarok, fueled by fury and determination, seized SYNN by the shoulders and with a mighty heave, sent her crashing through another refreshment table. The echoes of shattered wood and splintering glass filled the air, punctuated by SYNN's pained cry.
SYNN lay amidst the wreckage, the searing pain of scalding hot coffee washing over her body. She gritted her teeth against the agony, determination burning bright in her eyes as she fought to push herself to her feet once more.
Ragnarok is incensed!
CJJ: I ASK AGAIN, WHAT DOES HE HAVE TO DO TO KEEP HER DOWN!
Ragnarok moved in for the finishing blow, his eyes a glint of triumph as he prepared to end the match once and for all. The crowd's cheers rose to a crescendo, their excitement reaching a fever pitch.
With a primal scream of defiance, SYNN summoned the last of her strength and launched herself at Ragnarok, her fists a blur of motion as she unleashed a final, devastating assault. Ragnarok staggered back, caught off guard by her unyielding determination.
SYNN's blows rained down upon Ragnarok with unstoppable force, each strike fueled by her refusal to surrender in the face of overwhelming odds. The backstage area became a whirlwind of violence and determination, a battleground where only one would emerge victorious. Ragnarok fought back with all his might, each blow he delivered with bone-crushing force. SYNN felt the impact of each strike, pain lancing through her body as she pushed herself beyond the limits of endurance.
With a primal roar, Ragnarok reached out and seized a nearby chair, swinging it at SYNN with savage intent. The metal connected with a resounding clang, sending shockwaves of pain through her body as she stumbled back, defiance burning bright in her eyes.
Undeterred, SYNN let out a defiant scream, her determination unshakeable as she launched herself at Ragnarok once more.
The sound of their struggle reverberated through the MVP arena, a symphony of violence and determination that captivated all those lucky enough to witness it. The stakes were high, the battle fierce, and only one could emerge victorious from the crucible of combat.
As SYNN and Ragnarok continued to clash, their blows resonated through the backstage area with bone-shaking force. Each punch and kick was a testament to their unyielding willpower, a declaration of their refusal to back down in the face of adversity.
In a final, desperate bid for victory, SYNN summoned the last of her strength and launched herself at Ragnarok with everything she had. Their bodies collided with bone-jarring force, sending shockwaves of pain through both combatants as they grappled with unmatched ferocity.
Synn and Ragnarok crashed through the back doors of the arena, their battle now taking them into the dimly lit corridors. The sounds of their fight echoed through the empty hallways, a symphony of grunts and thuds.
Ragnarok's attacks grew more brutal as he sought to crush Synn's unyielding spirit. He threw her against the concrete walls, sending cracks spider-webbing across the surface with each impact.
But Synn refused to stay down, her will unbroken despite the punishing blows raining down on her. She rose again and again, each time with a fierce determination that only seemed to anger Ragnarok further.
The two fighters stumbled into a storage room, their movements becoming more frenzied and desperate. Boxes crashed to the ground, the metallic clangs adding a discordant rhythm to their savage dance.
Ragnarok's rage reached a fever pitch as he unleashed a brutal onslaught on Synn, his blows ringing out like thunder in the confined space. But to his shock, she continued to rise, her laughter echoing off the walls.
CJJ: She's laughing, Patrick. She is getting the shit kicked out of her, and she's laughing!
Patrick Matthews: This is giving me the chills! It is almost like she WANTS him to keep beating her. Like she is enjoying it!
In a fit of blind fury, Ragnarok grabbed a steel chair and swung it at Synn with all his might. The impact reverberated through the room, eliciting a gasp from the unseen spectators watching the match unfold.
Synn staggered, blood trickling from a cut on her brow, but her laughter only grew louder, more defiant. She looked up at Ragnarok with eyes that burned with an unquenchable fire, challenging him to do his worst. Enraged by Synn's resilience, Ragnarok unleashed a series of brutal kicks and punches, each strike aimed at breaking her spirit. But no matter how hard he hit, how fiercely he attacked, she refused to yield. The room was filled with the sounds of their struggle, the echoing clang of metal meeting flesh, the grunts of exertion, and the haunting melody of Synn's laughter that seemed to pierce through the chaos.
As the fight raged on, Ragnarok's expression twisted into a mask of horror and confusion. Despite his best efforts to crush her, Synn's laughter only grew more vibrant, more alive with each blow he delivered.
Haymakers with all his strength, beating her down as soon as she goes to stand up. She continues to laugh.
The realization hit Ragnarok like a sledgehammer. Synn's laughter was not a sign of weakness but of strength, a defiance that transcended pain and suffering. He recoiled, his facade of invincibility crumbling.
Synn's laughter filled the room, a sound that seemed to shake the very foundations of the arena. It was a laughter born of triumph, of the knowledge that no matter what Ragnarok did to her, she would always rise again. With a final, defiant laugh, Synn pushed Ragnarok away, rising to her feet with a grace that defied the brutality of their battle. She stood before him, bloodied but unbroken, a true warrior in every sense.
Ragnarok stared at Synn with a mix of awe and fear, realizing that he had underestimated her, that he had failed to see the true strength that lay beneath her laughter. He took a step back, his resolve faltering.
Synn took a step forward, her eyes locked on Ragnarok's, a silent challenge passing between them. He grabs her by the head and tosses her through the doors, leading them outside onto South Pearl Street and the rainy Albany Night. Despite the mounting odds, Ragnarok refused to back down, his rage fueling his every move. The rain began to fall outside on South Pearl Street, mirroring the intensity of the battle raging inside the arena.
In a desperate move, Ragnarok grabbed Synn by the hair and slammed her THROUGH a nearby plate glass shop window. The shattered glass rained down around them, casting a shimmering veil over the brutal scene.
As Synn lay amidst the broken shards, a pool of blood forming around her, Ragnarok moved to pin her, his chest heaving with exertion. But as he looked into her eyes, he saw only laughter, not pain or fear.
With a burst of speed and a menacing laugh, Synn grabs him by the head. She locks lips with him, kissing him deeply as the blood running from her mouth mixes with his saliva. He backs up, trying to get away. Synn is walking him backwards while lip locked. She pulls off and his face is stained pink from her blood. He seems mystified. Her smile, however, turns into a snarl. She grabs him and smashes his head into the passenger window of a nearby car. The two crawl up onto the hood where she gets a sick look in her eyes.
BEAUTIFUL DISASTER!!!!!!!
Sitout Butterfly Cradle Drop on the hood of the car!
An exhausted and beaten Synn keeps him in position with his shoulders on the aluminum as the rain plasters her bloody hair and face.
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WINNER VIA PINFALL: SYNN
Match Time: 14:52
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CJJ: Thank GOD that's over!
"Ladies, thank you for the company, but my destiny awaits in Los Estados Unidos," Hanari chuckled, popping the trunk of his sleek black Mercedes E Class.
Maria and Sofia exchanged bemused glances, their laughter echoing through the airport parking lot.
"You're really leaving us for the American dream, Hanari?" Maria teased, twirling a finger through her long, brunette locks.
Hanari smirked, flashing his pearly whites. "Can't keep a fighter grounded for too long. I'll make you proud!"
With a wink, Hanari sauntered towards the airport entrance, Maria and Sofia by his side like his entourage.
"Boleto de ida al aeropuerto JFK de Nueva York, por favor."
He had made his way to the American Airlines ticket center, and plopped his bags onto the luggage conveyer belt. "I am going to America", he said without even waiting for the underpaid and overworked airline employee to enquire. The clerk looked at him with tired eyes."One way, or round trip?"
Hanari chuckled. "Estas loco! I won't need to come back after I get there." He said with a measure of certainty. "I am going to be the WGWF Smash World Campeón, and once I do I can leave this god forsaken country behind."
After securing his ticket, Hanari turned to Maria and Sofia, his expression becoming more serious. "This is it, ladies. It's time for me to leave all this behind and start afresh."
Maria's eyes misted over with emotion. "We'll miss you, Hanari. But we know you're destined for greatness."
Sofia nodded, her voice tinged with sadness. "Take a piece of us with you wherever you go, okay?"
Hanari slapped her ass, gripping it with his palm. "How can I not take a piece of this este culo fantástico with me?!" She blushed. Hanari's gaze softened as he took each of their hands in his. "I'll never forget the two women who believed in me when no one else did."
With a gentle smile, he leaned in and kissed each of them on the cheek, a sense of gratitude in his actions.
But then, Hanari surprised them both by giving each woman a playful smack on the rear. "And a little something to remember me by," he chuckled.
Maria and Sofia burst into laughter, their melodious voices blending with the bustling sounds of the airport.
Sofia wrapped her arms around Hanari, giving him a tight squeeze. "Don't forget us when you're a superstar, okay?"
Hanari winked at them, tossing the keys to his beloved Mercedes to Maria. "It's all yours now, ladies. Enjoy the ride."
The women squealed with delight, their eyes shining with gratitude and excitement. "Thank you, Hanari! We'll take good care of it!"
As they parted ways, Hanari's heart felt heavy with anticipation and a tinge of sadness. He was leaving behind everything he knew, but he was ready for the challenge that awaited him in America. He was ready to take the Smash World Title to new heights. He wouldn't have it any other way.
Navigating through the airport crowds, Hanari felt a surge of adrenaline coursing through his veins. The faint hum of chatter and the occasional announcement over the loudspeaker enveloped him in a blanket of excitement.
Making his way towards the departure gate, Hanari stole a glance back at Maria and Sofia, who were still admiring the sleek lines of the Mercedes he had left them.
"Mujeres típicas. Only care about what they can take...." his voice trailed off as he looked at the busy security terminal.
"I hope that freak is ready, because Hanari is coming and I have only two things on my mind. Breaking their arm and taking that Smash World Title. No me importa nada más."
He smiled at the security agent as he showed his passport, setting his bags down in the X-ray scanner.
The Titantron lights up as the fans turn their attention.
CJJ: My god. I might get fatter than Chris Page after all. That cheese sauce looks amazing.
PATRICK MATHEWS: I hope they bring Centurion over here to replace you. He is a class act.
CJJ: You Can only wish. Page is Fat. Page is Fatter. Fat Man Page lost to J Mont!
The image of a Lexi Fold Cheese dip appears on the Titantron. The fans actually like the way the cheese dip looks but are not thrilled with the name of it.
VOICE: This ad has been brought to you by The Fortunate Ones. Everyone talks about the Caramelized Onion Dip. Elote Queso Dip. Creamy Avocado Dip. Spinach Queso Dip. Curry Hummus Dip. Vegan Queso Dip. Cheesy Chili Dip. But stand back because there is a new dip in town. The Lexi Fold Cheese Dip. If you want to fold under the pressure and get cheesed on, then this is the dip for you. If you want to feel like a loser that can only get a man in a mask because no normal person would want your trashy whore self, then this is the dip for you. If you like creamy stuff on your face like Lexi, then this is the dip for you.
The image disappears off the Titantron.
CJJ: BURN! Lexi with the yellow cream to the face!
PATRICK MATHEWS: ENOUGH! I have had enough of this!
CJJ: I will take Lexi with the cheese cream to the face for 1000 Alex!
CJJ: Getting the inside scoop that something big is getting picked up backstage right now.
PATRICK MATHEWS: You think your Mr. Important over here, don't you?
While Matthews and CJJ are going back and forth, the Titantron lights up to show the cameras have picked up in the back hallway of the arena, where Jonathan Barrows is walking, when you hear a voice echo throughout the hallway.
VOICE: Hey Smokin Joe Burrows, wait up!
Barrows stops in his tracks and turns around. He knows the voice and already knows who it is. As the shadow gets closer, the man that appears is none other than J Mont himself. With that cocky smile on his face, J Mont and Barrows approach one another. As they get within an arm's length, J Mont extends his hand out. Barrows contemplates for a minute about shaking it before he returns the favor. After the handshake, it looks as if some sort of business is about to pick up.
Jonathan Barrows: So Mr. Montuori, what do I owe the distinct honor of having the Bengals QB name shouted down the hallway?
J MONT: I am assuming you know about April 19th, 2024?
Jonathan Barrows: Mr. Montouri, of course I know the significance of that date.
J Mont nods, liking that Barrows knows what he’s talking about.
Jonathan Barrows: That is National Poker Day, one of my favorite days of the year. I guarantee you I will have a Texas Hold ‘Em Tournament set up for that day, whether we’re on the road towards WrestleWars or not.
J Mont cracks his knuckles as he gets a little closer to Barrows.
J MONT: You may think you're a funny guy Barrows, but you will never be funnier than me. And make no mistake about it. You are about to lose all your chips on April 19th, 2024 if you don't go ALL IN FOR ME!
Jonathan Barrows: I am fully ready to negotiate your contract, of course. I have been a supporter of The Fortunate Ones, have I not? Other General Managers… such as Ms. Candice Page, for one… would have been a great deal stricter over the last few months. But I tend to appreciate what brings paying ticket-holders to the arenas, and from what I’ve seen, few ideologies are better than them wanting to hate somebody… or being envious of them.
J Mont acknowledges the fact that Barrows has been a big supporter of The Fortunate Ones, so that is a big brownie point for Barrows at this time.
J MONT: You know Johnny Boy, you are right. We have had no issues YET, and I enjoy being on the Smash Brand. But just as a Free Agent, I want to be paid what I am worth, and that is to be the Highest Paid guy in all of the WGWF for starters, but there is more that goes with that as well. I will have Agent Benson draw up some of my contractual demands so you can see where I am at with these negotiations. But in the meantime, just know that as of right now, I will not be at Wrestle Wars. I know that hurts the Smash Brand, but I am a family guy now. I have to do what's best for my Family.
For a moment, Barrows releases a small smile of his own, before stepping slightly closer to J Mont.
Jonathan Barrows: I am a great believer in family, Mr. Montuori. I am also a great believer in that the show must go on. And if you wish to devalue yourself by missing such a high-profile event, well, as you said, you will no longer be under contract, will you?
J Mont shakes his head at Barrows.
J MONT: My contract expires April 19th at midnight. How do you expect me to wrestle on the 20th or the 21st with no contract or insurance coverage? Sure I can afford any hospital bills if something were to happen, but that's not the point. I think right now, the only way you could get me to Wrestle at Wrestle Wars without a contract would be against my former Fortunate One Member, Enigma…..for the Smash Title, inside a Hell in a Cell. I got a receipt from Big E that I need to cash in.
Barrows raises an eyebrow, before shrugging his shoulders.
Jonathan Barrows: As you know, Mr. Montuori, I’ll always honor a contract. This includes the one that Ragnarok has signed, earning the right to face Enigma at WrestleWars. So unless you can convince Enigma to wrestle two nights in a row, I’m afraid we’re just going to have to get along without you. I look forward, though, to seeing your contractual demands. Now if you’ll excuse me, Smash unfortunately doesn’t run itself.
With J Mont looking annoyed, Barrows steps past him, heading down the hall.
J MONT: Without me? The last time that saying had any meaning was when Eminem came out with that song. Barrows better be ready for AGENT BENSON because she is the toughest negotiator in the business.
J Mont then laughs at the thought of Smash not having him on the show and Barrows running around wondering what to do with no J Mont.
CJJ: J Mont goes, I go too. Shut this bitch down.
PATRICK MATHEWS: So, if we lose J Mont, we can lose you as well? J Mont, please do not resign with Smash.
CJJ: Maybe J Mont will just buy the WGWF and fire you and all the other jerk offs in it!
MEMPHIS BELLE: It is now time for our main event of the evening!!
The crowd gives a strong burst of energy, showing that they’re still going strong despite everything that’s gone down here tonight.
MEMPHIS BELLE: This is a non-title match scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, standing 6’3” and weighing 230 lbs, from Kanazawa, Japan, here is “THE COLD-HEARTED ANGEL” KENJI MIYAMOTO!!
Black Tide’s “Warriors of Time” hits the sound system with the beginning “woooo-ooooo-ooooh” being sung by the crowd as the screens at the top of the ramp light up with scenes of anime that slowly transition to footage of our man in action in the ring and back again. Reginald Blake steps out from the backstage area, smiles and gestures behind him as “The Cold-Hearted Angel” Kenji Miyamoto steps out from behind the curtain dressed in a pair of jeans, t-shirt and a pair of sneakers, giving a small head nod bow to the left side of the arena, then the right.
The crowd erupt into cheers as Kenji holds a hand up in acknowledgment making his way down the aisle, following behind Blake who's speaking positive affirmations into the camera that's tracking them to the ring. Kenji climbs the steel steps and looks up at the crowd, hopping onto a turnbuckle from the outside whilst pyros begin to explode, the response from the crowd growing exponentially. He jumps back down, wiping his feet on the apron and springboarding himself into the ring as the music slowly fades out with Blake walking around the outside of the ring and Kenji taking himself to a corner, to await the bell.
MEMPHIS BELLE: And now, his opponent… standing 5’10” and weighing 210 lbs, from Brooklyn, New York, representing The Fortunate Ones… he is the WGWF X-Division Champion… CLYDE NEWTON!!!
Newton waits on his turn to walk out from the back as his theme song “Look In My Eyes” hits on the sound system, hyping him up. He makes his way out, pushing the black curtain out of the way as he walks to the top of the stage, raising up the X-Division Championship. He then hits his signature dance to entertain the booing crowd, before he makes his way down the ramp and rolls into the ring under the bottom rope. He makes himself at home inside the ring, waiting for the match to start.
CJJ: We’re ending things with The Fortunate Ones, which is an awesome way to go!
PATRICK MATHEWS: Newton is hoping to make this night a little better for his squad, as there have been some rough moments for TFO tonight.
CJJ: I don’t know what you’re talking about. I’ve only seen J Mont, Mansley, and Newton dominate everyone!
PATRICK MATHEWS: Well, you’ve got a “fake news” blindness that you can’t get around, I’m afraid.
CJJ: Hah, I’d say the same thing about you!
The bell sounds, with Miyamoto stepping forward to face a dangerous foe here tonight. He walks up to Newton, ready to lock up, but Newton shrugs his shoulders, saying not so fast, rookie. He then tells him he’ll be ready in a second, and offers a handshake. Miyamoto raises an eyebrow, as the crowd chants at him not to do it. But Miyamoto goes ahead and does it, shaking Newton’s hand, and surprisingly, Newton does just that. The crowd, surprised, quiets down, as the handshake breaks, with Miyamoto stepping away… and Newton immediately grabbing him, pulling him down into a roll-up!!
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And Miyamoto kicks free! They pop up, but Newton grabs at the head, once again yanking Miyamoto down into a pinning situation…
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But Miyamoto kicks out again! He pops up, only to take a forearm shot from Newton, who angrily swings away at him.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Newton tried extremely hard to steal this one after his supposed show of ‘good sportsmanship’. Give me a break.
CJJ: Hey, all I saw was a clean break from the handshake. After that, it’s game on.
PATRICK MATHEWS: You know what I saw? Newton trying to end this one as fast as possible… maybe because he’s worried about Devlin Knight’s whereabouts?
CJJ: W-why would Newton care about that? He’s just here to compete…
Newton has Miyamoto in the corner now, striking away at his midsection with several punches. He does a little Muhammad Ali style dance, smirking, before grabbing hold of Miyamoto’s arm and shooting him to the other side, no, Miyamoto reverses it, and it’s Newton that goes for the ride. He hits the turnbuckle and comes right back out, but Miyamoto rocks him right back with a discus elbow, sending him collapsing back into the corner. As Newton tries to shake that move off, Miyamoto steps up to him, lining him up, and blistering his chest with a wicked chop, slicing it across!! The crowd cheers the echo, then starts chanting “One More Time!”, and Miyamoto obliges with another chop, and then a third!
PATRICK MATHEWS: Miyamoto is a lethal striker for sure!
CJJ: Damn it, I’m hurting watching these!
PATRICK MATHEWS: A lot of people have been talking about the future of Kenji here in the WGWF, and you have to say, it looks extremely bright!
CJJ: Not if he keeps doing that to a Fortunate One, it’s not!
The chops finished, Miyamoto brings Newton out of the corner. He quickly readjusts, turning Newton around and locking up his arms, before taking him over with a Dragon suplex!! He hangs on upon landing, bridging up, as the referee comes in for the count…
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And Newton is able to kick out in time. Both wrestlers get up, with Miyamoto quickly jumping up onto Newton’s lowered head to get a hurricanrana! Newton tumbles, eventually managing to roll to the outside to get away from the assault. He walks out there, rubbing his head, and walks over to the announce table, picking up his X-Division Title.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Wait, is Newton done? Is he just going to leave?
CJJ: Why shouldn’t he? Nothing’s on the line here tonight!
PATRICK MATHEWS: Yeah, but if Miyamoto wins, he immediately gets that title shot, doesn’t he?
CJJ: Oh, yeah… Clyde, you’ve got to stay!
Newton seems to be considering it, as the referee continues his count. Miyamoto gestures for him to come back in, wanting to continue the fight. He backs far away from the ropes, telling Newton to come in. Newton angrily throws his belt back down, yelling at Miyamoto that he makes the decisions for himself, and that Miyamoto is undeserving of facing him. He walks around the ring, heading towards the exit, as Miyamoto turns, giving a disbelieving shrug to the referee. As soon as Miyamoto is distracted, though, Newton slides quickly into the ring and charges at him, going for a clothesline! But Miyamoto wasn’t fooled this time, as he ducks under the strike, then catches Newton from behind, getting a German bridge suplex!!
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THR-and Newton gets himself free of the predicament!
PATRICK MATHEWS: A close one there for Clyde Newton!
CJJ: Oh, please, he could have still had a coffee and a danish before kicking out of that one!
PATRICK MATHEWS: Your sense of time is strange, CJJ.
Miyamoto has brought Newton back up now, and takes the champion over to the corner, slamming his head into the turnbuckle. Newton staggers out, as Miyamoto follows behind him, ready to take him down again. But Newton reverses out of the suplex this time, getting behind Miyamoto and getting his own belly-to-back suplex! Miyamoto rolls away, hurting, as Newton drags himself back up, rubbing the back of his head. He immediately comes back over to Miyamoto, stomping away on him, angry that the WGWF newcomer had the gall to be competitive against him. He grabs Miyamoto on the way up and lifts him, locking him in place before dropping with a brainbuster!! Newton then makes the cover, telling the ref to count quickly…
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TH-But Miyamoto is able to kick out before the three count lands, much to Newton’s frustration with the ref.
CJJ: That was a slow count!
PATRICK MATHEWS: It looked exactly the same as all the earlier ones.
CJJ: You could have timed that count with a stopwatch! Awful refereeing here!
Ignoring the ref, Newton drags Miyamoto back up, getting him in place near the ropes. Newton then hits the ropes and comes back, jumping into Miyamoto with a running knee! Miyamoto goes down, but immediately starts to pull himself back up. Seeing this, Newton does the same thing, going to the ropes and coming back for a knee shot… but Miyamoto catches him this time, grabbing his leg and flipping Newton to the mat… as Miyamoto applies a reverse standing figure-four leglock!!! Newton’s scrambling, in all sorts of trouble, as Miyamoto increases the pressure of the submission move, and the referee circles both men, looking for any signs of submission.
CJJ: No!! Get out of there, Clyde!!
PATRICK MATHEWS: This could be it!! If Kenji makes Clyde tap, he gets his title opportunity next Smash!
CJJ: No, no no!!
Newton is desperate, trying to claw towards the ropes, but he ended up a fair distance from them, and Miyamoto has him sunk in. The referee gets closer, checking with Newton to see if he wants to give in… and Newton grabs the ref, yanking him forward and causing him to bump against Miyamoto, breaking the hold! Miyamoto looks back in surprise, asking the ref what happened, with the ref admonishing Newton for putting his hands on him. Newton doesn’t care, rolling to the ropes while nursing his hurting legs. Miyamoto shakes his head, and then comes after him, grabbing at Newton’s legs, only for Newton to reach up and rake Miyamoto’s eyes, blinding him!
PATRICK MATHEWS: There goes Newton, taking the easy way out!
CJJ: Exactly! Easy is better! Everyone knows this!
Miyamoto tries to clear his vision quickly, but he can’t manage it, as Newton is there, locking onto him and quickly putting him in position for the Lyrical Clash!! The move lands perfectly, with Newton shifting Miyamoto’s body over to make it a full cover. The referee still looks annoyed with Newton, but he does his job, making the count…
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THR-No! Miyamoto shoots his arm up just in time! Newton, surprised, looks at the referee for an explanation, but he doesn’t have one, other than to tell Newton to get back to work. Newton, annoyed, positions himself to the side, ready for the Street King superkick. He goes for it, but Miyamoto is able to sidestep it, grabbing Newton’s arm and twisting him around, before delivering the Dreamcatcher!!! The crowd pops, as Miyamoto falls into the cover, hanging onto the legs…
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THR-No!! Newton gets out of it!
PATRICK MATHEWS: We’ve got an amazing back-and-forth contest here in our main event, as Kenji Miyamoto is living up to all the billing!
CJJ: But Newton’s still fighting, and you know he’s never going to stop!
PATRICK MATHEWS: I thought that was John Blade?
CJJ: No, he’ll never give up.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Right, right…
Miyamoto pulls himself back up, looking winded but still in the fight. He grabs hold of Newton, wanting to go for Angel Wings!! He lifts Newton up, no, Newton manages a block, dropping back to the mat, before twisting Miyamoto around and landing a reverse DDT! Both wrestlers stay down for a moment, with Newton too out of it to make the cover. He crawls to the side, using the ropes to get himself up, even as Miyamoto struggles to sit up. As the wrestlers get up, Newton opts to charge at Miyamoto, going for Brooklyn’s Finest! But Miyamoto LEAPS over his spear attempt, avoiding it by a hair’s breath!! Newton lands on his knees, trying to spin around, but Miyamoto flies at him, hitting the Killshot!!! Newton flops backwards… then rolls out of the ring, just before Miyamoto can grab him for the pin attempt!!
PATRICK MATHEWS: The momentum was too much! That could have been it right there!
CJJ: No, Clyde knew to get himself out of there…
PATRICK MATHEWS: You’re crazy if you think that was deliberate.
Newton’s still down on the outside, hidden from view. With the referee starting his count, Miyamoto opts to roll out of the ring, not wanting a countout victory. He walks over to Newton, grabbing hold of him… and Newton grabs his head, having been playing possum, and slams it into the edge of the apron! Newton then rolls Miyamoto back into the ring, pulling himself up as well. He then goes to kick a rising Miyamoto, wanting the Fetal Ending, but Miyamoto catches his leg, giving him a dragon leg whip to the mat! Newton rolls away in pain, as Miyamoto stares at the ceiling for a few moments before pulling himself up. He staggers over to Newton, pulling him up, and then lashing out with another chop to the chest! Newton takes it, wincing, then throws his own punch, knocking Miyamoto back. Miyamoto returns with another chop, and the two men continue to blast each other, as the crowd gets into it.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Both men are putting everything they have into these final strikes! What a war!
CJJ: Damn, Clyde’s going to need to put Neosporin on his chest for a week after this!!
Miyamoto gets control, landing several chops and palm strikes in succession, before kicking Newton in the knee, taking him to the mat. Miyamoto then runs behind him, getting momentum, before coming in with the Hidden Blade, the start of the Willo The Wisp!! But Newton rolls forward, avoiding it, and springing to his feet, he runs to the ropes. He comes charging back, with Miyamoto leaping towards him, only for Newton to sidestep the assault. As Miyamoto spins around, trying to set himself to block, Newton flies back into him… with Brooklyn’s Finest!!! The spear hits full on, with Newton landing on top, grabbing hold of Miyamoto’s legs, while adding in some tights as well….
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WINNER VIA PINFALL: CLYDE NEWTON
Match Time- 17:05
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PATRICK MATHEWS: What a battle!
CJJ: But the best man came out on top!
PATRICK MATHEWS: Newton may have won, using every trick he could come up with, but Kenji Miyamoto proved to the wrestling world that he belongs here today! And I can bet this will not be the last time we see these two face off!
Clyde gets to his feet after the match is over and looks around him in an almost paranoid state. We can hear him shouting something about Devlin showing his face now… After a few moments nothing happens, so Clyde climbs out of the ring and begins to make his way up the aisle. Suddenly as he's halfway up the screen fizzles into life once again and Devlin Knight appears.
DEVLIN: Oh hey Clyde, what's up?! Listen I know you've bore witness tonight to everything that's happened but I really want you to know that you've got nothing to worry about man. Me and you? We go back as far as Joseph and myself and bar one or two isolated issues, I don't believe we've ever had proper beef so no, I'm not gonna give you the same kind of treatment I gave Joseph and Amber tonight…
The screen goes black again and Clyde Newton scoffs and shrugs before continuing up the ramp. Suddenly in thick, white text a word begins to scrawl across the screen.
S…
I…
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SIKE!
The crowd go nuts as Clyde turns around but it's too late as Devlin Knight has bolted up the rampway from the ring and SPEARS Clyde out of his sneakers! The WGWF X-Division belt goes flying as Devlin lays a few punches on Clyde as well before jumping up looking around and picking up a microphone he must have dropped from his back pocket before he walks back towards the ring, sliding under the bottom rope.
DEVLIN: You see, Joseph?! This is what happens! This is what happens when you come for me but don't stay for the receipts! I don't just get you, friend… I get your whole damn circle! See the mistake you made last week when thinking you were “making a point”, was scooting off and letting me get back up.
Now I don't care what you think is gonna happen from here on out, what you think is gonna be done by TFO to Devlin Knight or those who have his back. It's all about WrestleWars from now… I told you, I don't run though so if you really wanna get at me, bring yourself out here…
Devlin paces the ring waiting for a few minutes as the WGWF logo begins to appear on the screen and the feed fades into darkness leaving us in uncertainty.
Just as it seems like everything’s over…
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MEMPHIS BELLE: The next match is scheduled for one fall. Making his way to the ring, standing 6’10” and weighing 328 lbs, from Detroit, Michigan, here is “THE UNTAMED DEMON” DAMAGE!!!
Before the Tron plays the Lights in the arena goes pitch black, The Tron play showing 3 little girls playing and looks at the camera and say, "He is Here" and then slowly fades to black. A man's voice say" Run" followed by “Untamed” by Jacob Lizotte hits the PA system and The Damage's video plays on the Tron. The lights in the arena flickers in rhythmic to the beats. As the themes builds more Damage comes out from behind the curtains and stops at the arena as the crowd goes crazy. He is seen wearing coolers for his eyes with Silver tank-tops with "The Untamed Demon" printed on the tank top below his chest and a leather Sleeveless Vest over his tank top. The word “DAMAGE” is pasted with Diamonds on back of the Sleeveless vest . He is seen wearing a long leather pants with and black boots. Two elbow pads is seen on his elbow. With smirk on his face and starts walking down the ramp looking focused on the ring as he neglects the fans who were stretching their hand in hopes to touch his body. He reaches the end of the ramp and walks towards the ring apron. Damage pulls the top rope and climbs on the ring apron. He steps over the top rope with one leg and gets inside the ring. Damage walks to the center of the ring and looks at the fans of WGWF who were on their foot on seeing the untamed demon before as he raises his right hand in the air as the pyros goes on from all the corners of ring posts like a fountain. The crowd lets a huge pop in the arena. Damage removes his coolers and the Vest to handover them to stage hand as his music slowly dies. He paces to show that he is ready to dominate the match with the same smirk on his face.
MEMPHIS BELLE: And his opponent, standing 6’2” and weighing 220 lbs, from Denver, Colorado, here is SETH STEVENS!!
“Man In A Box” by Alice In Chains begins to play, as the crowd starts to boo, remembering what Stevens did to Edward Grado last Smash. However, their boos go unanswered, as nobody appears in the entrance. After about a minute, the music stops. Damage looks over at the referee when Stevens doesn’t emerge in front of the crowd.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Where the hell is Seth Stevens?
CJJ: I guess he didn’t care that he was booked tonight.
The referee shrugs his shoulders at Damage when we hear the voice of Seth Stevens coming from the Jumbo-Tron.
SETH STEVENS: HEY! Dumbass. Up here.
The Jumbo Tron lights up to reveal Seth Stevens in the dark, outside an unknown location.
SETH STEVENS: I hate to break the news to you, Damage… but you aren’t worth my time or energy which is why I didn’t bother to put a promotional package together for you, let alone show up to compete when I have something else that is important to me that I’m going to continue to contend with…
Seth then states.
SETH STEVENS: Edward.
He continues with.
SETH STEVENS: Go ahead and count me out, accept the win, and be happy that I didn’t embarrass you before Clyde does.
The crowd boos intently as the referee begins to count out Stevens.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Stevens is being counted out!
SETH STEVENS: While you count… I’m going to pay someone a visit.
The camera pans back revealing Seth Stevens outside of the home of Edward Grado which sits on the Ramsey Compound in New York City.
SETH STEVENS: Little pig, little pig… let me in.
Stevens walks right up to the front door and kicks it open. Seth enters Edward’s home and finds Edward lying on the couch with his neck in a brace. The referee reaches the ten count in the arena as we hear the bell sound.
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Match Time- :10
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Seth stalks over Edward as he looks down at Edward.
SETH STEVENS: Do you see how easy this could be, Edward? If I wanted to finish the job I could do it right now.
Seth takes his left hand and holds it over the throat of Grado.
SETH STEVENS: I could end your life if I wanted… but I’m going to give you the option for me to end it on the biggest stage of all time, WrestleWars.
Seth runs the backside of his left hand across the left side of Edward’s cheek.
SETH STEVENS: Sleep well sweet prince.
Seth stands up and walks back out the open front door and he is rude by not closing it behind him as the scene fades back to ringside.
SYNN strode purposefully through the bustling backstage area of the MVP arena, her band of misfits trailing behind her like a disorganized parade. Known collectively as the "Unfortunate Ones," they were a ragtag group, each with their own unique set of quirks and eccentricities. And tonight, SYNN had taken it upon herself to instill in them the finer points of etiquette and manners.
"Come on, people, we've got work to do," SYNN called out, her voice cutting through the chaotic din of the backstage area. "Straighten up those shoulders, polish those smiles. We're here to blend in, not stick out like sore thumbs."
The Unfortunate Ones, a motley crew if there ever was one, attempted to follow SYNN's instructions with varying degrees of success. Some straightened their postures with enthusiasm, while others seemed to struggle with the concept of subtlety.
As they moved through the backstage area, SYNN couldn't help but feel a twinge of frustration at the lack of progress. Teaching manners to this unruly bunch was like herding cats, but she was determined to see it through.
Suddenly, a commotion broke out among the group as one of the girls attempted to hush a crying baby. SYNN's eyes narrowed, her patience wearing thin as she strode over to investigate.
"What's going on here?" SYNN demanded, her voice sharp with authority as she confronted the girl.
The girl glanced up, her expression sheepish as she cradled the squirming infant in her arms. "Sorry, miss, it's just... Amber won't stop crying."
SYNN's lip curled into a faint smile at the mention of the baby's name. "Amber, huh? And why's she crying?"
The girl shrugged helplessly. "I think she's just hungry. She doesn't get nearly enough nutrients."
SYNN's smile widened into a grin as she reached out to gently stroke the baby's cheek. "Well, well, well, little Amber. Looks like you've got quite the set of lungs on you."
The girl chuckled nervously, relieved to see SYNN's demeanor softening. "Yeah, she's definitely got a voice, that's for sure. Too bad nobody ever hears it."
SYNN turned her attention back to the girl, her gaze intense as she studied her face. "And what's your name?"
The girl hesitated for a moment before replying, "Sonya. My name's Sonya."
"Well, Sonya," SYNN said, her tone gentle now, "looks like you've got your hands full with little Amber here. But remember, manners apply to everyone, even the littlest members of our group."
Lily nodded, her expression grateful as she shifted the baby in her arms. "I'll keep that in mind, miss. Thanks."
With a nod of approval, SYNN turned to address the rest of the Unfortunate Ones, her voice firm and commanding once more. "Alright, people, let's get back to it. We've got a job to do, and just because 'The Fortunate Ones' do, we're not going to let a crying baby derail our plans."
The Titantron lights up as the fans turn their attention.
CJJ: OMG! More food here tonight. I'm gonna be as fat as Chris Page soon enough with all these new sponsorships.
PATRICK MATHEWS: You are about to get fired for that comment.
CJJ: Maybe I can ask The Fortunate Ones if I can be in the commercial for this new cereal. If the money is right, you can call me FRED!
The image of a new cereal brand called FRED appears on the titantron. The fans do not seem amused. But the kids are screaming for the cereal. Maybe, just maybe this might be a hit after all.
VOICE: This ad has been brought to you by The Fortunate Ones. Put aside the Cornflakes, the Frosted Flakes and even the Lucky Charms. You are going to want to try this new cereal called Fred. It is full of shit and lies. Not even the guy who it is named after has any idea who he is or why he is here. But, give it a chance because you might not know what you are missing. And please make sure you take your time eating this cereal. You do not want to choke on it and become a choke artist like Fred on Monday Night Brawl.
The image disappears off the Titantron.
CJJ: Choking and Fred in the same sentence sounds about right.
PATRICK MATHEWS: You have issues!
CJJ: No, Fred has issues cause it seems he likes to choke. Probably from a John Cable, I mean Gable Hot Dog!
PATRICK MATHEWS: I am being told that something has happened in the back.
CJJ: Is this another one of those Synn videos?
PATRICK MATHEWS: What are you talking about?
CJJ: Nothing, carry on.
We go to the back where there is a merchandise booth that is apparently dedicated to the Fortunate Ones and it has been utterly destroyed. The poor balding chubby proprietor of said stand is on his knees crying into a J Mont Plushie. We return to the faces of Patrick Mathews and CJJ.
CJJ: Someone destroyed the Fortunate Ones Merch stand! What kind of sick being would do that?!?!
PATRICK MATHEWS: I am being told that we have footage and that the, yes the guys in the back have it cued up. Folks we are all seeing this for the first time, so I am going to warn you that we do not know what to expect so protect your little ones.
CJJ: I want answers!
We see Corey Bull walking by the booth. He stops and picks up one of the Clyde Newton Plushies. (You can but the whole set for $24.99). Bull has this smirk on his face and his large hand wraps around the neck and body and seems to be squeezing all the plush into the head, which now looks nothing like Clyde.
Pete the Stand Man: Sir, you going to pay for that.
Bull’s face raises and he levels the kind of look that kills people. His head turns and we see that Damage has appeared. The Huge pop raises from the crowd in the arena. Damage picks up a Clyde plushie and looks at it, then twists off the head and throws it aside. Bull raises an eyebrow and grabs the Amber Mansley-shaped body pillow (Complete with extra cushion if you know what we mean for $34.99) He pulls it in two directions and rips it right down the middle and tosses it like yesterday's trash.
CJJ: What in the name of hell?!
PATRICK MATHEWS: Would you look at those two men. They see eye to eye and are just massive compared to everything.
Damage grabs several coffee cups with J Monts face plastered all over them and and just tosses them casually over his shoulder. Bull folds the Sonya Benson poster into a large airplane and tosses it. It flies like crap and lands in a mop bucket. Damage and Corey Bull walk closer and both men stare at each other face to face. Damage and Corey Bull grab the tables at the same time and flip everything, Collapsing the whole shop and tilting all the merchs and destroying all the items, that shocks all the on-lookers around the shop.
Smashing can be heard, the proprietor is on his knees and crying and both men stand eye to eye. A nod of the heads and they walk off in different directions.
Pete the Stand Man: Who is going to pay for all this?
We return to Patrick Mathews and CJJ.
CJJ: That's a crime! Someone call security, the cops, hell the National Guard!
PATRICK MATHEWS: I would be more worried about that strange interaction then what they wrecked. Did you notice they were smiling? Scary.
SYNN paced through the backstage area of the MVP arena, her band of misfits trailing behind her like lost souls in search of purpose. Known as the "Unfortunate Ones," they were a peculiar group, a collection of oddballs and outcasts united under SYNN's enigmatic leadership. Tonight, as they navigated the labyrinthine corridors of the arena, SYNN felt a surge of determination coursing through her veins.
"Listen up, everyone," SYNN declared, her voice commanding attention as she addressed her motley crew. "I know things haven't been easy for us. We're the underdogs, the ones nobody expects to succeed. But that doesn't mean we can't make our mark."
The Unfortunate Ones exchanged uncertain glances, their expressions a mixture of apprehension and curiosity. SYNN had always been the driving force behind their endeavors, her unwavering belief in their potential serving as a beacon of hope in the darkest of times.
"Remember Shaun?" SYNN continued, her voice tinged with reverence. "Shaun Hart, the man who defied the odds and rose to greatness against all odds. He wasn't afraid to be himself, to speak his mind, even when the world told him he didn't belong."
A murmur of agreement rippled through the group as they listened intently to SYNN's words. Shaun Hart was a legend in their eyes, a symbol of resilience and determination in the face of adversity.
"We may not work here, we may never have had a match, but that doesn't mean we can't leave our mark on this world like Shaun does!," SYNN proclaimed, her voice ringing with conviction. "So let's do it, let's be like Shaun. Let's show the world what we're made of......even if its not much!"
With renewed determination, the Unfortunate Ones nodded in agreement, their spirits lifted by SYNN's impassioned speech. They may have been outsiders, but they were united by a common purpose, a shared desire to prove their worth to the world.
"And now," SYNN announced, her eyes sparkling with mischief, "it's time for dinner. But not just any dinner. Tonight, we dine like kings."
The Unfortunate Ones exchanged puzzled looks, unsure of what SYNN had in store for them. But as she led them to the catering area, their curiosity turned to excitement.
"Peanut butter and onion sandwiches and Oreos dipped in orange juice," SYNN declared, a mischievous grin spreading across her face. "And don't feel bad about indulging, my friends. We've charged it all to Shaun Hart's travel expense report. Dinner, on the Fortunate Ones!"
With a raucous cheer, the Unfortunate Ones descended upon the makeshift feast, their laughter echoing through the backstage area as they savored every bite. For in that moment, surrounded by the ones they called family, they felt a sense of belonging that transcended their status as outsiders.
MEMPHIS BELLE: The next match is scheduled for one fall, and will be a Bloodbath Exhibition Barbed Wire match!!
The crowd cheers, having been watching as barbed wire was strung up around the ring. It gives the whole area a more ominous air.
MEMPHIS BELLE: Introducing first, representing Smash, standing 6’4” and weighing 245 lbs, from New Orleans, Louisiana, here is LA JOHNNY STYLEZ!!
Someone, Anyone by Anberlin plays as Johnny Stylez comes out, looking like he’s fully immersed in the Jestyr Seryous persona. He grins going down to the ring, looking pleased to see the barbed wire hanging from above. He grabs at one coil, wrapping it around his fist, as he waits for his opponent.
MEMPHIS BELLE: And now, representing Brawl, standing 5’8” and weighing 185 lbs, from Dallas, Texas, here is the former WGWF World Heavyweight Champion, “THE MECHANIC” PETER VAUGHN!!!
The lights in the arena go out, causing the usual hysteria from the crowd. After a few seconds, Peter Vaughn's face appears on the big tron, smirking down at the fans.
"This Time... It's Different."
After Vaughn finishes speaking, he begins to laugh. His laughter carries on as the Tron video overtakes his image, beginning with "This Time It's Different" by Evans Blue. Sparks begin to erupt around the stage, showering nearby fans who feel like they're a little too close to the action. As the fireworks die down, a figure appears through the smoke and haze. Peter Vaughn walks out with a contemplative look on his face, holding a coil of razor wire in his arms. He brings it down the aisle, offering it towards the fans the few times they ask for a high five. The fans smartly do not oblige.
PATRICK MATHEWS: This is already going to be an extreme contest, but now Vaughn is bringing in razor wire!
CJJ: And that’s worse than barbed wire, right?
PATRICK MATHEWS: Well, I haven’t experienced either, thank goodness, but I’m sure neither are very pleasant. This is not going to be one for the faint of heart, so if you’re queasy around blood, maybe go get a sandwich right now.
CJJ: And if you love seeing faces in agony, get ready for a good time!
Vaughn brings the cord around the ring, beginning to unfurl it. It’s apparently been fitted into some kind of netting variation. But before Vaughn can finish, Seryous is outside the ring, jumping down on him with a barbed-wire fist punch!! Vaughn drops to his knees, already hurting, as Seryous smiles over him. He wraps the barbed wire around both hands and tries to throttle Vaughn with it, as the referee inside signals for the bell to ring!
PATRICK MATHEWS: This didn’t take long to go badly! Stylez could actually kill Vaughn if he can rip that barbed wire across his throat!
CJJ: I really don’t want to see someone die tonight, and yet that’s always going to be a possibility with the Bloodbath division… I’m glad we’ve got ironclad contracts for this! Nobody’s suing WGWF after this one!
Vaughn manages to fight off the cord, stomping on Seryous’ foot and pulling himself free. He turns around, jumping at Seryous with a flipping clothesline, taking both men down near the razor wire netting. Thankfully, neither lands in it, as Vaughn is able to get up easily. He grabs hold of Seryous and directs him into the ring, then follows behind him, getting to his feet. Seryous turns and kicks Vaughn before he can get close enough, though, and then grabs Vaughn by the head, scoring a DDT into the canvas. Vaughn rolls in pain, as Seryous gets back to his feet. He grins at Vaughn, picking him up, before launching him bodily towards the barbed wire ropes, with Vaughn hitting back-first, ripping through his coveralls!! Vaughn drops to the ground, unable to continue forwarded, as Seryous is completely enjoying himself.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Oh, man, we’ve already got some wounds developing, and I get the feeling that’s just the start of this one!
CJJ: We’re up on our supply of band aids in the back, right? Make sure we’ve got enough for after this one…
Seryous has Vaughn back up now, lifting up the smaller man on his shoulders. He goes for an F5 style maneuver into the barbed wire ropes, but Vaughn is able to redirect his weight, landing on the apron instead. Startled, Seryous reaches for him, but Vaughn grabs him by the arm, and then drops off the apron, causing Seryous’ armpit to go straight into the barbed wire!! He bounces away, shaking his arm furiously, as Vaughn slides back into the ring. As Seryous turns, Vaughn leaps into him, getting a tilt-a-whirl arm drag to send Seryous back into the ‘ropes’!! Seryous sags on the barbed wire, his arm now bleeding freely, as Vaughn comes up behind him and pulls him down into a school boy roll-up, intent on ending this one…
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But Seryous is able to kick out, refusing to let a little bleeding slow him down.
PATRICK MATHEWS: So what are the protocols if one of these guys hits a major vein and starts to really bleed out? Do we have anything for that?
CJJ: Well, the match will be shorter, at least…
Vaughn and Seryous are back up now, with Vaughn trying to take Seryous outside the ring. He pushes him through the ‘ropes’, towards the razor wire netting, but Seryous blocks it by hanging onto the barbed wire. He then elbows Vaughn, stunning him, before grabbing hold of Vaughn and setting him for a vertical suplex. With no concern for himself or his opponent, Serious comes off the apron, taking Vaughn outside the ring… and right into the razor wire netting!!! Vaughn squirms in agony, trying to pull himself free of every blade cutting into him,, as Seryous pulls himself free from the edge of it, posing to the cheering fans nearby who are getting a kick out of the violence.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Vaughn’s pretty much stuck now, but the pin still has to be inside the ring, right? So what’s Stylez going to do now?
CJJ: Well, when you cast out a net, you always have to be able to reel it back in, don’t you?
As the fans look on in amazement, Seryous starts pulling the net backwards, towards the ring, dragging a wounded Vaughn on top of it. He looks to pull it into the ring, yanking Vaughn upwards. But at the last second, Vaughn is able to come free, collapsing back outside the ring as Seryous gets the netting inside. He angrily tosses it to the side, before going back onto the apron, carefully avoiding the barbs this time. He looks down at the fallen Vaughn, pleased, before running forward to drop an elbow off the apron… but Vaughn moves, causing Seryous to hit nothing but the outside mat!! Seryous rolls around, hurting, as Vaughn manages to sit up, bleeding from several places.
CJJ: That was critical for Vaughn. That elbow landed, and this one’s all but over, I think.
PATRICK MATHEWS: I’ve found it’s never worthwhile to underestimate Peter Vaughn. But this persona of Stylez is just so… terrifying.
CJJ: How do you know Stylez isn’t just a persona of Seryous?
Staggering to the side, Vaughn seems to be ignoring Seryous, as he moves away from him to another side of the ring. Seryous starts to get up, still holding his hurting arm, as he looks off to where Vaughn is ducking down, working on something. Seeing this, Seryous starts on his way around, heading towards Vaughn. He grabs at his shoulder, but Vaughn spins away… and launches a barbed-wire broomstick right into Seryous’ midsection!! Seryous groans from the hit, turning away, and Vaughn takes full advantage of the moment, rearing back and smashing Seryous’ back with the broomstick, cutting across his upper back!! Seryous drops to his knees, aching, as Vaughn steps over and starts trying to grind the barbed wire into Seryous’ forehead, wanting to seriously cut him open!!
PATRICK MATHEWS: And here we go, get the sensors ready!!
CJJ: We’re going to be watching the rest of this one in a different color scheme!
Blood comes down from multiple cuts on Seryous’ forehead, as he fights to push the barbed-wire broomstick away. Vaughn finally steps back, satisfied with the destruction he’s wrought. He takes aim, wanting to smash the broomstick across Seryous’ head! But Seryous ducks under it, avoiding the dangerous maneuver, and leaps up, catching Vaughn with The Humbler!!! Vaughn is down, with Seryous wiping blood out of his eyes as if it was just simply water. He staggers over and pulls Vaughn up, then rolls him under the ‘ropes’ into the ring, following behind. Serious then makes the cover, grabbing hold of both of Vaughn’s legs…
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THR-No, Vaughn kicks out!
PATRICK MATHEWS: Who knows if Vaughn would have made it up, if the Humbler had been hit inside the ring?
CJJ: Coulda woulda shoulda, it didn’t happen, and so this bloody, chaotic match continues on!
Seryous steps off to the side, careful not to accidentally lean on the ‘ropes, as he waits for Vaughn to start getting up. As soon as Vaughn reaches his hands and knees, Seryous rushes in, going for The Bed Time Story!! But Vaughn manages to move aside, with Seryous only stomping the mat! Vaughn then leaps up, going for The Revenged!! But Seryous manages to block it, throwing Vaughn off! As Vaughn gets up, Seryous rushes forward, hitting a Cactus Clothesline, sending both men toppling over the barbed wire before crashing down to the outside!!! The crowd pops at the maneuver, as they watch the bloody Seryous get to his feet. He looks down at Vaughn, whose bleeding from several wounds, and shakes his head, as if not seeing that being good enough.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Wait, what is Stylez doing? He’s going under the ring?
CJJ: Hey, Vaughn wasn’t the only one who was prepared for this contest, Patrick.
PATRICK MATHEWS: It appears you’re right, because that’s a completely covered barbed wire table!!
CJJ: That’s thinking outside the box!
Seryous slides the table inside the ring, ripping up a little of the mat in the process. He gets inside, setting it up, as Vaughn tries to recover outside the ring. He starts climbing back in, but Seryous is there to grab him, hauling Vaughn upwards. He brings Vaughn over towards the table, darkly smiling as he sets Vaughn in position to get suplexed through it!! He starts to lift, but Vaughn blocks it… a second try, Vaughn blocks it again. Seryous, annoyed, tries a third time… and Vaughn not only blocks it, he then grabs hold of Seryous and manages to flip him over onto the barbed wire table!!!! Seryous hangs there, stuck on the barbed wire, as Vaughn staggers away from him.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Man, Stylez is completely stuck on there! Couldn’t Vaughn pin him on the table?
CJJ: Wouldn’t his shoulders still need to be on the mat? I don’t think that’ll work.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Well, Vaughn better hurry up and do something, I daresay Stylez will rip the flesh from his own back to get free!
CJJ: Hellraiser: The Wrestling Edition. Yikes.
Seryous is working to try and pull himself free in spite of the pain, even grabbing at the referee for added leverage. The ref gets yanked into the barbed wire, cutting up his hand, but he manages to pull away, shaking his injured digits. Seryous, meanwhile, has almost sat up… but it turns out to be too late, as Vaughn comes flying in from the turnbuckle, landing on top of him with The Plunge!!!! The crowd goes wild as the table collapses, sending both men crashing hard to the ground!! Vaughn takes a horrible landing, his own leg tangled in barbed wire as well, but he still stays on top, enough that the referee comes back in to make the count…
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Match Time: 16:33
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PATRICK MATHEWS:: What a wild conclusion!! Both of these guys are probably going to need stitches after this one!
CJJ: We’re also going to need an industrial washing of our mats… or just throw them out and buy new ones. We needed to upgrade anyway.
PATRICK MATHEWS: If this is what the Bloodbath Division is going to look like, prepare yourself for some insane contests!
The referee is passed some wire cutters, as a result like this was somewhat expected. He works to get both men free, clipping away, until they both roll away. Vaughn grabs at the referee, using him as an aid to get up. He’s bleeding quite heavily from a forehead clip, that could have occurred at any time.
The lights in the building start to flicker, matching the opening riffs and drums of 'The Infection' by Disturbed. The crowd immediately starts booing.
PATRICK MATHEWS: What’s the meaning of this?
CJJ: Looks like Mr. TPW is on his way out!
After the intro, a brief pyro explosion goes off in the entrance as the lyrics of the song begin. Peter Vaughn looks on, expecting Xavier Lux to come out but he doesn’t. The crowd reacts with a huge gasp, and some of them even try to warn Peter that Xavier has come from the crowd, Bertha in hand, and has slithered in behind him!
PATRICK MATHEWS: Turn around Peter!
Vaughn does just that and does not appear surprised to see Xavier standing there across from him. Xavier smiles and Peter smiles back. Johnny Stylez meanwhile is using the wired ropes to get to his feet and upon seeing Lux, he tells him to bash Vaughn with the chair. He stumbles over, holding his chest in pain, and then shoves Xavier and again tells him to hit Peter. Xavier stops smiling but says “okay”. Xavier turns to Peter, shrugs, brings the chair up, and swings for the fences… but towards Styles, hitting him on his arm/torso area as Johnny tries to move and block the shot a bit. He stumbles towards the ropes and isn’t able to duck the second chair shot as Xavier hits him right on the crown of his head!
CJJ: Oh dear Lord what a shot!
Stylez is down and out and blood trickles down to his face and ears from the top of his head. Xavier turns his attention back to Peter who nods, slightly impressed. Xavier tells him he’s not done yet and asks him to hold the chair for him. Peter nods and Xavier tosses it at Peter a bit aggressively, but he manages to catch it with both hands. Xavier then does the unthinkable, delivering a picture perfect drop kick, slamming the chair against Peter’s face!
PATRICK MATHEWS: What the hell?! Not Vaughn as well!
CJJ: But I thought they were long time friends!
Peter is down but not for long as Xavier brings him back up and tosses him against the corner. Xavier then grabs the chair and places it in the middle of the ring before going back to Peter who is out of it and then sitting him on the top turnbuckle. He then climbs it himself, pulls Peter to a standing position, before, in one swift motion, lifting him onto his shoulders and jumping off, delivering a Death Valley Driver right onto the barbwire chair!
PATRICK MATHEWS: Peter Vaughn gets hit with The Cure, but I doubt he is going to be feeling any better after it!
CJJ: "Bertha" is such a dangerous weapon, and to get your head driven into it like that makes it that much deadlier!
Lux gets up holding his arm in pain and you can see where the wire ripped into his arm as well as blood oozes through his fingers. He is all smiles though as he sees both competitors laid out, sporting crimson masks… Xavier sees the blood on his hand and smiles before smearing it all over his face. He then motions with his hands around his waist, letting everyone know what this is about and the crowd boos loudly.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Well it’s very apparent what Xavier Lux is after CJJ!
CJJ: Definitely. He is not only out for blood, but also for the Bloodbath championship!
Xavier grabs Bertha, but before leaving, he mouths the words “I’m sorry pal” to Peter Vaughn.
SYNN strode purposefully through the backstage area of the MVP arena, her band of misfits trailing behind her like a chaotic parade. Known as the "Unfortunate Ones," they were a peculiar group, a motley crew of outsiders and eccentrics united under SYNN's enigmatic leadership. Tonight, as they navigated the labyrinthine corridors of the arena, SYNN's mind buzzed with a sense of urgency.
"Listen up, everyone," SYNN called out, her voice cutting through the din of the backstage area. "We've got another mission tonight, and it's a big one."
The Unfortunate Ones gathered around SYNN, their expressions a mixture of curiosity and anticipation. They knew better than to question SYNN's motives; she was their leader, their guiding light in the darkness of the world.
"I've been helping Je$tyr in his quest to find JMont," SYNN continued, her tone serious. "And tonight, we're going to assist him in any way we can."
A murmur of excitement rippled through the group as they listened intently to SYNN's words. Je$tyr was a legend in their eyes, a renegade with a heart of gold and a penchant for mischief. And if he needed their help, they were more than willing to lend a hand.
"So here's the new plan," SYNN declared, her eyes gleaming with determination. "We're going to start knocking on doors like Jehovah's witnesses. We'll ask if the person has found JMont, and if they haven't, we'll move on to the next door."
The Unfortunate Ones exchanged puzzled looks, unsure of how knocking on doors would help in their quest. But they trusted SYNN implicitly, knowing that she always had a trick up her sleeve.
With SYNN leading the way, the Unfortunate Ones set off down the corridor, their footsteps echoing through the empty halls of the arena. As they reached the first door, SYNN raised her hand and knocked firmly, her knuckles rapping against the wood in a steady rhythm.
The door swung open to reveal a startled-looking stagehand, his eyes widening in surprise at the sight of the Unfortunate Ones gathered in the hallway.
"Can I help you?" the stagehand asked, his voice tinged with confusion.
"We're looking for JMont," the homeless junkie replied, her tone polite but firm. "Have you seen him?"
The stagehand shook his head, his expression apologetic. "Sorry, I haven't seen him. But I'll keep an eye out."
With a nod of thanks, SYNN and the Unfortunate Ones moved on to the next door, their determination undiminished. They knocked on door after door, asking the same question over and over again, their voices ringing out like a chorus of hope in the darkness.
One of the doors the knock on, the crowd cheers as it is answered by WGWF Television Champion and Brawl Roster Member, Jenny Myst.
"Have you seen J----“Wait a min, why are you here?!"
"I do what I want, duuuuhhhhh!"
Noticing one of the members had broken their hive mind chant, Synn slithered over to see what the distraction was all about.
"Myst." She hissed.
"HIYA!"
"Answer the question, blondie. What ARE you doing here?!"
"Brawl Catering ran out of sponge cake", she said, sticking her plastic fork into a fresh slice.
"You.....you all get Sponge Cake over there?"
“Yeah! I had Candice write it into my contract!"
Je$tyr, appearing out of nowhere with his band of misfits, speaks up.
"NO FAIR!!! Looks like Mr. Barrows and I need to have a lil LeGaL DiSCuSSiON!!!"
*eating sponge cake* “I would.”
"...Ohh and I pretty much do whatever I want, so there's that too, but mostly the spongecake, which is typical but nevermind."
Synn reaches out for the sponge cake Jenny swats her hand away.
“Ah ah….”
She shuts the door on them.
"New mission, friends! Let's find Barrows!"
The cameras have picked up in the back of the arena again as the hallway seems to be a popular place tonight. You see some of the WGWF staff walking around as well as security from the arena. You then see Lexi Gold come from around the corner when suddenly, at the other end, you can see a figure standing there. Lexi’s eyes light up as if she has seen a ghost. The figure begins to walk at a fast pace towards Lexi who isn't backing down either. When they finally meet face to face, it's none other than Lexi Gold and……..
J Mont gets into the face of Lexi Gold. Then takes a step back and raises his hand like he is about to slap her in the face.
J MONT: What? Did you think I was really going to slap you in the face? That is a bitch move. Oh wait, you did that to me last Smash, so that makes you a BITCH!
Lexi’s face turns beat red and her blood pressure has to be raised to all new levels after the comment from J Mont. Lexi wants to raise her hand and slap the shit out of J Mont again, but she holds herself back.
LEXI GOLD: The only bitch I’m looking at is you. Are you still angry that you got slapped? Keep making a mockery of me and my friends and you’ll get worse. You are nothing but a laughingstock to the WGWF and nothing more, so do me a favor and get the hell out of my way.
J Mont begins to burst out laughing in Lexi’s face. It’s as if he just heard the Kool Aid Joke from Dane Cook, sitting in the front row.
J MONT: Look at little Lexi Fold, I mean Gold here. Trying to be a badass. Trying to be a tough BITCH. Lexi, you are out of your league here. Now I see why you want to hang out with a guy who wears a mask to hide his ugly ass face. Because you know that you cannot do any better. But I hear that John Gable would cheat on Lexi Fold for you. I also recently heard that John Blade just dumped his girl too. You have choices now.
Lexi once again has the thought of smacking J Mont in the face, but holds up.
LEXI GOLD: You mean the John Blade that hired someone that looks like me for his sexual needs. To me it sounds like you both are two peas in a pot. Try again.
She shakes her head.
J MONT: Sounds like that John Blade is on your mind. There is one thing you need to worry about right now Lexi and it's not the sexual frustrations you have with John Blade, but with the fact that you crossed The Montuori Family.
J Mont’s face changes from a smile to a look of a serial killer.
LEXI GOLD: Does it look like I’m scared of you and your wife? You cover up your vulnerability by pretending you are something you’re not. Let’s not forget that I’ve been around the both of you when you needed someone to take care of your kid, because it was obvious you both were unfit for that role. The things I saw around the house would make anyone question why you both are parents.
J Mont’s walks towards the wall and smacks both open hands against it as the echo is very loud down the hallway. Lexi was shocked at the impact of that smack to the wall. J Mont turns back to Lexi.
J MONT: You better watch how you talk about my Wife and Daughter. At least I have a significant other and a child. All you have is a worn out ass and a guy with a mask. So, please shut the fuck up before you get dealt with.
J Mont and Lexi get closer, almost face to face to one another.
J MONT: This is your last warning Lexi. Keep my wife’s and daughter’s name out of your mouth, or else.
LEXI GOLD: MIA! GIA! Now what?
J Mont balls his fist, and from that last impact of the wall, Lexi might be thinking twice about her comments, when…………….
JKO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Lexi just got a JKO outta nowhere from Mia. Lexi is down on the ground.
MIA: That is a warning from me you stupid bitch. Mention me and my daughter AGAIN, next time will be even worse!
J Mont and Mia stand over Lexi and begin to make out over her body.
CJJ: This is great. The Queen of the WGWF Mia just showed Lexi Gold who is boss.
PATRICK MATHEWS: That was uncalled for and unnecessary. What has gotten into Mia lately?
When they are finally done kissing, Mia is laughing as J Mont kicks fake dirt backwards onto the body of Lexi gold on the ground as the cameras shift back to ringside.
MEMPHIS BELLE: The next match is scheduled for one fall, and is a Falls Count Anywhere match! Introducing first, standing 5’8” and weighing 150 lbs, from Anchorage, Alaska, here is SYNN!!
"Yen" by Splipknot hits. The arena goes dark and a mist begins to engulf the landscape.
"You're the sin that I've been waitin' for
The hands around my throat
It's all I can think about
The smell of sweat and blood"
SYNN walks out onto the ramp, a deadpan expression as she stares at the ring, tilting her head side to side. She slowly walks to the ring like impending death, before sliding into the ring under the ropes and slithering to the middle.
This is the first time we see a smile, a twisted and demonic one. The demon pops up and goes to the corner and waits for her opponent.
MEMPHIS BELLE Her opponent, standing 6’4” and weighing 276 lbs, from Baltimore, MD, here is RAGNAROK!!
The arena goes dark. He comes up from underneath the staging area before an explosion of fire lights the ramp up. The explosion knocks the lights back on as he stands at the top of the ramp before walking down.
Patrick Matthews: Two extremely tough wrestlers facing off here tonight, in a fight that can go anywhere!
CJJ: But not here, right? Right??
Patrick Matthews: Good luck, CJJ. May the WGWF Force be with you.
The referee's signal pierced the tension like a thunderbolt, and with a deafening roar, the match was underway. SYNN wasted no time, charging at Ragnarok with a ferocious intensity. He countered with a thunderous blow, sending SYNN reeling back against the ropes. But SYNN refused to yield, unleashing a barrage of strikes in retaliation, each one delivered with bone-crushing force.
The battle raged on, the two wrestlers locked in a brutal exchange of blows as the ring reverberated with the sound of flesh meeting flesh. SYNN's agility and speed were matched only by Ragnarok's sheer brute strength, creating a mesmerizing spectacle of skill and power. Ragnarok wasted no time in unleashing a flurry of punishing blows on Synn. Each strike echoed through the arena, eliciting gasps from the audience. Grabbing her by the hair, he tosses her into the corner again. The arena echoes with chops across her chest. He grabs her arm and whips her across the ropes the other way. With a yell, he runs and splashes her into the corner.
CJJ: He said he planned on showing her how tough it is here, and he's been the aggressor so far!
Patrick Matthews: I still can't get a read on this chick. This is only her third match here, but remember, she was a former world champion.
SYNN lunged forward, aiming a swift kick at Ragnarok's midsection, but the towering opponent deftly evaded the attack. With a sinister grin, Ragnarok retaliated with a bone-crushing punch that sent SYNN reeling. The crowd gasped as SYNN staggered, her determination shining through the pain. She gritted her teeth, refusing to back down in the face of her opponent's ruthless assault.
Ragnarok seized the opportunity, grabbing SYNN by the arm and hurling her towards the ropes. The impact reverberated through the arena as SYNN crashed against the ropes, her body aching from the force of the blow. Sensing an opening, Ragnarok charged forward, aiming to deliver a devastating clothesline. But SYNN was quicker than anticipated, ducking beneath the attack and countering with a lightning-fast kick to Ragnarok's chest. The crowd erupted in cheers as SYNN's counterattack found its mark, sending Ragnarok stumbling backward. With a fierce battle cry, SYNN charged forward, channeling all her strength into a powerful shoulder tackle that sent Ragnarok crashing to the mat. Ragnarok groaned in pain, but his formidable resilience shone through as he quickly regained his footing. With a menacing growl, he charged at SYNN, their bodies colliding in a flurry of strikes and grapples.
He quickly overpowers her again, knocking her down with a brutal shoulder block.
Ragnarok picks Synn up by the hair, chopping her again before delivering a knee to the gut. He goes for a DDT but she slides around, locking her arms around his waist. She wants to hit a suplex but he elbows out of it, arm dragging her back over his shoulder. She hit the mat with a thud. He put an arm up with a smile. Synn crawls towards him, and he kicks her in the upper back, planting her face down.
Despite the relentless assault, Synn, a fighter known for her resilience and unbreakable spirit, refused to stay down. She absorbed each hit with unwavering determination, her eyes blazing with defiance.
The match escalated into a violent dance of power and will, the sounds of impacts and grunts filling the air. Ragnarok's attacks were relentless, driving Synn back towards the edge of the ring. A stiff right hand took her to one knee and Ragnarok came off the ropes with a running knee, driving it into her face and sending her flat to her back. Again, refusing to stay down, she stumbles up to to him before being planted with a spine buster.
CJJ: She is getting dominated right now, and I can't say I saw this coming!
Patrick Matthews: I mean, he is the number one contender for the World Title. You don't get to be that as a scrub, CJ!
He knows that pinning her now, though, won't do anything. He picks her up and throws her into the corner again. He yells, smacking his chest, and goes for another running turnbuckle splash, trying to systematically wear her down.
With a fierce cry, Synn countered, catching Ragnarok off guard with a series of swift strikes that sent him staggering. The tide began to turn, and the crowd's cheers grew louder with each successful hit. Seizing the opportunity, Synn seized Ragnarok by the arm and flung him over the ropes, sending him crashing to the hard floor below. The match spilled out of the ring as she came off the ropes and dove over, landing on top of him with a flying cross body that sent them both crashing into the barricade around the ring.
As the match spilled out onto the floor, the intensity only escalated. SYNN and Ragnarok traded devastating maneuvers, each one more punishing than the last.
Ragraok scooped her up and drove her back first into the steel ring post, the sickening thud reverberating around the MVP arena. The crowd responded with an "OHHHH!".
The crowd roared as Ragnarok drove Synn into the unforgiving ring post again with a sickening thud that echoed through the arena. Synn's body contorted in pain, but her spirit refused to yield. With sheer grit, she attempted to rise, her movements a testament to her unyielding resolve.
Ragnarok, fueled by ruthless ambition, seized the opportunity to further break his opponent's spirit. With a cruel intent gleaming in his eyes, he wrapped his leg around the ring post, trapping Synn in a cruel embrace of agony. The audience held their breath, sensing the impending storm of brutality about to be unleashed.
CJJ: He isn't going to do this! Tell me he's not gonna do this!
Patrick Matthews: He wants to end her career before it starts! He also wants to send a message to Enigma!
CJJ: This is so out of character for him!
Patrick Matthews: Being in the title picture changes you! You gotta do what you gotta do!
Grasping a chair with malevolent purpose, Ragnarok raised it high above his head, the metal glinting in the harsh arena lights. The crowd's collective gasp filled the arena, a symphony of dread at the impending violence about to unfold. Synn, battered and bruised, faced the threat head-on, her eyes blazing with defiance.
As the chair descended with a bone-chilling whoosh, time seemed to slow down. The impact reverberated through the arena, a cacophony of sound that pierced the very soul. Synn's body convulsed in agony, a guttural moan escaping her lips as pain coursed through her.
But even in the face of such brutality, Synn refused to surrender. With a trembling hand, she reached out, her fingers brushing against the cold metal of the chair that had been used to shatter her. Every breath was a battle cry, every movement a testament to her unbroken will.
Through the haze of pain, Synn found a reserve of strength she never knew she had. With a primal roar that shook the very foundations of the arena, she pushed herself off the ring post, defying the odds stacked against her. The crowd erupted into a deafening crescendo of cheers, their fervor echoing the resilience of the indomitable spirit that burned within Synn's heart.
Ragnarok was furious. He grabbed the chair again and pulled her back to the ring post......wrapping her other leg around it.
CJJ: He's gonna take out the other leg now!
Patrick Matthews: Enigma, I hope you're watching, this could be you!
With a guttural roar, Ragnarok brought the chair down on Synn's leg again, a sickening impact reverberating through the arena. Synn's agonized scream pierced the air, sending shivers down the spines of the onlookers.
As Synn lay crumpled on the unforgiving mat, her body broken but her spirit unyielding, Ragnarok stood over her, a triumphant gleam in his eyes. The crowd watched in stunned silence, the weight of the moment heavy upon them.
He puts a boot on her chest, and the ref slides down to cover.
1!
2!
Synn gets a shoulder up!
Ragnarok smirks. He drags her by the arm over to the steel steps, propping her up in a sitting position.
CJJ: He's not gonna do this! Tell me he's not gonna do this! He'll take her damn off!
As Ragnarok moved in for the final blow, a glimmer of defiance flashed in Synn's eyes. With a sudden burst of strength, she twisted away, narrowly dodging a devastating knee strike that would have spelled her end. He crashed into the steps, dislodging them. He immediately winces and grabs his knee.
The arena erupted in a cacophony of cheers and gasps as Synn, her body battered but her spirit unbroken, crawled away, each movement a testament to her resilience. Ragnarok, seething with rage and frustration, clutched at his injured legs, his dominance shaken by her unwavering will.
Up the ramp they fought, their bodies colliding with bone-jarring force. Synn's determination was unwavering, her movements fluid and calculated as she fought back against the brutal onslaught of Ragnarok.
They fight their way into the back stage area, the cameras follow.
As the signal to begin echoed through the corridors, SYNN and Ragnarok wasted no time in engaging each other, the echoes of their collision reverberating off the walls. The fight was brutal and bloody, a dance of violence and skill that captivated all those fortunate enough to witness it. SYNN dodged a swing from Ragnarok, using the momentum to deliver a series of swift kicks to his midsection. The impact echoed through the backstage area, causing a collective gasp from the onlookers who had gathered to witness the spectacle.
Ragnarok roared in frustration, his massive fists swinging out in a furious flurry. SYNN ducked and weaved, narrowly avoiding each devastating blow, her reflexes honed to perfection in the heat of battle.
With a primal scream, Ragnarok lunged forward, grabbing SYNN by the shoulders and hoisting her into the air with ease. The crowd gasped as he prepared to execute his signature move, the powerbomb.
SYNN struggled in Ragnarok's grip, her strength waning against his overwhelming power. With a mighty heave, Ragnarok sent her crashing through a nearby refreshment table, the splintering wood and debris showering the surrounding area.
The impact was deafening, the sound of splintering wood and shattering glass echoing through the backstage area. SYNN lay amidst the wreckage, pain lancing through her body as she fought to regain her composure.
Patrick Matthews: AND she still isn't out!
CJJ: What does he have to do to keep her down?!
Patrick Matthews: Where am I supposed to get me coffee now!
Ragnarok stood over her, a triumphant smirk on his face as he raised his arm high, signaling the end of the match. The crowd erupted into a cacophony of cheers and applause, their excitement palpable in the air.
As Ragnarok went for the pin, SYNN's eyes fluttered open, determination blazing in their depths. With a primal scream of defiance, she summoned the last of her strength and kicked out with all her might, breaking free from Ragnarok's pin. Shock and disbelief registered on Ragnarok's face as SYNN pushed herself to her feet, bloodied and bruised but unbowed. The crowd's cheers grew louder, urging her on in her moment of triumph against all odds.
With a roar of defiance, SYNN launched herself at Ragnarok, her fists a blur of motion as she unleashed a flurry of devastating blows. Ragnarok staggered back, caught off guard by her sudden resurgence.
The backstage area became a maelstrom of chaos and violence as SYNN and Ragnarok clashed with unmatched ferocity. The sound of their blows reverberated through the arena, a symphony of destruction and determination.
Ragnarok fought back with all his might, each punch and kick delivered with bone-crushing force. SYNN felt the impact of each blow, her body a canvas of pain and determination as she refused to back down.
With a primal roar, Ragnarok seized a nearby coffee maker and swung it at SYNN with all his might. The metal connected with a sickening thud, causing a shower of sparks to fill the air as SYNN stumbled back, pain lancing through her body. Undeterred, SYNN let out a defiant scream, ignoring the pain as she launched herself at Ragnarok once more. The two competitors grappled with each other, locked in a deadly dance of determination and willpower.
CJJ: There goes the rest of the coffee!
Patrick Matthews: That's coming out of his paycheck!
The air crackled with tension as SYNN and Ragnarok fought with unmatched ferocity, each blow resonating through the backstage area with bone-shaking force. The crowd held their collective breath, caught up in the intensity of the battle unfolding before them. Ragnarok, fueled by fury and determination, seized SYNN by the shoulders and with a mighty heave, sent her crashing through another refreshment table. The echoes of shattered wood and splintering glass filled the air, punctuated by SYNN's pained cry.
SYNN lay amidst the wreckage, the searing pain of scalding hot coffee washing over her body. She gritted her teeth against the agony, determination burning bright in her eyes as she fought to push herself to her feet once more.
Ragnarok is incensed!
CJJ: I ASK AGAIN, WHAT DOES HE HAVE TO DO TO KEEP HER DOWN!
Ragnarok moved in for the finishing blow, his eyes a glint of triumph as he prepared to end the match once and for all. The crowd's cheers rose to a crescendo, their excitement reaching a fever pitch.
With a primal scream of defiance, SYNN summoned the last of her strength and launched herself at Ragnarok, her fists a blur of motion as she unleashed a final, devastating assault. Ragnarok staggered back, caught off guard by her unyielding determination.
SYNN's blows rained down upon Ragnarok with unstoppable force, each strike fueled by her refusal to surrender in the face of overwhelming odds. The backstage area became a whirlwind of violence and determination, a battleground where only one would emerge victorious. Ragnarok fought back with all his might, each blow he delivered with bone-crushing force. SYNN felt the impact of each strike, pain lancing through her body as she pushed herself beyond the limits of endurance.
With a primal roar, Ragnarok reached out and seized a nearby chair, swinging it at SYNN with savage intent. The metal connected with a resounding clang, sending shockwaves of pain through her body as she stumbled back, defiance burning bright in her eyes.
Undeterred, SYNN let out a defiant scream, her determination unshakeable as she launched herself at Ragnarok once more.
The sound of their struggle reverberated through the MVP arena, a symphony of violence and determination that captivated all those lucky enough to witness it. The stakes were high, the battle fierce, and only one could emerge victorious from the crucible of combat.
As SYNN and Ragnarok continued to clash, their blows resonated through the backstage area with bone-shaking force. Each punch and kick was a testament to their unyielding willpower, a declaration of their refusal to back down in the face of adversity.
In a final, desperate bid for victory, SYNN summoned the last of her strength and launched herself at Ragnarok with everything she had. Their bodies collided with bone-jarring force, sending shockwaves of pain through both combatants as they grappled with unmatched ferocity.
Synn and Ragnarok crashed through the back doors of the arena, their battle now taking them into the dimly lit corridors. The sounds of their fight echoed through the empty hallways, a symphony of grunts and thuds.
Ragnarok's attacks grew more brutal as he sought to crush Synn's unyielding spirit. He threw her against the concrete walls, sending cracks spider-webbing across the surface with each impact.
But Synn refused to stay down, her will unbroken despite the punishing blows raining down on her. She rose again and again, each time with a fierce determination that only seemed to anger Ragnarok further.
The two fighters stumbled into a storage room, their movements becoming more frenzied and desperate. Boxes crashed to the ground, the metallic clangs adding a discordant rhythm to their savage dance.
Ragnarok's rage reached a fever pitch as he unleashed a brutal onslaught on Synn, his blows ringing out like thunder in the confined space. But to his shock, she continued to rise, her laughter echoing off the walls.
CJJ: She's laughing, Patrick. She is getting the shit kicked out of her, and she's laughing!
Patrick Matthews: This is giving me the chills! It is almost like she WANTS him to keep beating her. Like she is enjoying it!
In a fit of blind fury, Ragnarok grabbed a steel chair and swung it at Synn with all his might. The impact reverberated through the room, eliciting a gasp from the unseen spectators watching the match unfold.
Synn staggered, blood trickling from a cut on her brow, but her laughter only grew louder, more defiant. She looked up at Ragnarok with eyes that burned with an unquenchable fire, challenging him to do his worst. Enraged by Synn's resilience, Ragnarok unleashed a series of brutal kicks and punches, each strike aimed at breaking her spirit. But no matter how hard he hit, how fiercely he attacked, she refused to yield. The room was filled with the sounds of their struggle, the echoing clang of metal meeting flesh, the grunts of exertion, and the haunting melody of Synn's laughter that seemed to pierce through the chaos.
As the fight raged on, Ragnarok's expression twisted into a mask of horror and confusion. Despite his best efforts to crush her, Synn's laughter only grew more vibrant, more alive with each blow he delivered.
Haymakers with all his strength, beating her down as soon as she goes to stand up. She continues to laugh.
The realization hit Ragnarok like a sledgehammer. Synn's laughter was not a sign of weakness but of strength, a defiance that transcended pain and suffering. He recoiled, his facade of invincibility crumbling.
Synn's laughter filled the room, a sound that seemed to shake the very foundations of the arena. It was a laughter born of triumph, of the knowledge that no matter what Ragnarok did to her, she would always rise again. With a final, defiant laugh, Synn pushed Ragnarok away, rising to her feet with a grace that defied the brutality of their battle. She stood before him, bloodied but unbroken, a true warrior in every sense.
Ragnarok stared at Synn with a mix of awe and fear, realizing that he had underestimated her, that he had failed to see the true strength that lay beneath her laughter. He took a step back, his resolve faltering.
Synn took a step forward, her eyes locked on Ragnarok's, a silent challenge passing between them. He grabs her by the head and tosses her through the doors, leading them outside onto South Pearl Street and the rainy Albany Night. Despite the mounting odds, Ragnarok refused to back down, his rage fueling his every move. The rain began to fall outside on South Pearl Street, mirroring the intensity of the battle raging inside the arena.
In a desperate move, Ragnarok grabbed Synn by the hair and slammed her THROUGH a nearby plate glass shop window. The shattered glass rained down around them, casting a shimmering veil over the brutal scene.
As Synn lay amidst the broken shards, a pool of blood forming around her, Ragnarok moved to pin her, his chest heaving with exertion. But as he looked into her eyes, he saw only laughter, not pain or fear.
With a burst of speed and a menacing laugh, Synn grabs him by the head. She locks lips with him, kissing him deeply as the blood running from her mouth mixes with his saliva. He backs up, trying to get away. Synn is walking him backwards while lip locked. She pulls off and his face is stained pink from her blood. He seems mystified. Her smile, however, turns into a snarl. She grabs him and smashes his head into the passenger window of a nearby car. The two crawl up onto the hood where she gets a sick look in her eyes.
BEAUTIFUL DISASTER!!!!!!!
Sitout Butterfly Cradle Drop on the hood of the car!
An exhausted and beaten Synn keeps him in position with his shoulders on the aluminum as the rain plasters her bloody hair and face.
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WINNER VIA PINFALL: SYNN
Match Time: 14:52
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CJJ: Thank GOD that's over!
"Ladies, thank you for the company, but my destiny awaits in Los Estados Unidos," Hanari chuckled, popping the trunk of his sleek black Mercedes E Class.
Maria and Sofia exchanged bemused glances, their laughter echoing through the airport parking lot.
"You're really leaving us for the American dream, Hanari?" Maria teased, twirling a finger through her long, brunette locks.
Hanari smirked, flashing his pearly whites. "Can't keep a fighter grounded for too long. I'll make you proud!"
With a wink, Hanari sauntered towards the airport entrance, Maria and Sofia by his side like his entourage.
"Boleto de ida al aeropuerto JFK de Nueva York, por favor."
He had made his way to the American Airlines ticket center, and plopped his bags onto the luggage conveyer belt. "I am going to America", he said without even waiting for the underpaid and overworked airline employee to enquire. The clerk looked at him with tired eyes."One way, or round trip?"
Hanari chuckled. "Estas loco! I won't need to come back after I get there." He said with a measure of certainty. "I am going to be the WGWF Smash World Campeón, and once I do I can leave this god forsaken country behind."
After securing his ticket, Hanari turned to Maria and Sofia, his expression becoming more serious. "This is it, ladies. It's time for me to leave all this behind and start afresh."
Maria's eyes misted over with emotion. "We'll miss you, Hanari. But we know you're destined for greatness."
Sofia nodded, her voice tinged with sadness. "Take a piece of us with you wherever you go, okay?"
Hanari slapped her ass, gripping it with his palm. "How can I not take a piece of this este culo fantástico with me?!" She blushed. Hanari's gaze softened as he took each of their hands in his. "I'll never forget the two women who believed in me when no one else did."
With a gentle smile, he leaned in and kissed each of them on the cheek, a sense of gratitude in his actions.
But then, Hanari surprised them both by giving each woman a playful smack on the rear. "And a little something to remember me by," he chuckled.
Maria and Sofia burst into laughter, their melodious voices blending with the bustling sounds of the airport.
Sofia wrapped her arms around Hanari, giving him a tight squeeze. "Don't forget us when you're a superstar, okay?"
Hanari winked at them, tossing the keys to his beloved Mercedes to Maria. "It's all yours now, ladies. Enjoy the ride."
The women squealed with delight, their eyes shining with gratitude and excitement. "Thank you, Hanari! We'll take good care of it!"
As they parted ways, Hanari's heart felt heavy with anticipation and a tinge of sadness. He was leaving behind everything he knew, but he was ready for the challenge that awaited him in America. He was ready to take the Smash World Title to new heights. He wouldn't have it any other way.
Navigating through the airport crowds, Hanari felt a surge of adrenaline coursing through his veins. The faint hum of chatter and the occasional announcement over the loudspeaker enveloped him in a blanket of excitement.
Making his way towards the departure gate, Hanari stole a glance back at Maria and Sofia, who were still admiring the sleek lines of the Mercedes he had left them.
"Mujeres típicas. Only care about what they can take...." his voice trailed off as he looked at the busy security terminal.
"I hope that freak is ready, because Hanari is coming and I have only two things on my mind. Breaking their arm and taking that Smash World Title. No me importa nada más."
He smiled at the security agent as he showed his passport, setting his bags down in the X-ray scanner.
The Titantron lights up as the fans turn their attention.
CJJ: My god. I might get fatter than Chris Page after all. That cheese sauce looks amazing.
PATRICK MATHEWS: I hope they bring Centurion over here to replace you. He is a class act.
CJJ: You Can only wish. Page is Fat. Page is Fatter. Fat Man Page lost to J Mont!
The image of a Lexi Fold Cheese dip appears on the Titantron. The fans actually like the way the cheese dip looks but are not thrilled with the name of it.
VOICE: This ad has been brought to you by The Fortunate Ones. Everyone talks about the Caramelized Onion Dip. Elote Queso Dip. Creamy Avocado Dip. Spinach Queso Dip. Curry Hummus Dip. Vegan Queso Dip. Cheesy Chili Dip. But stand back because there is a new dip in town. The Lexi Fold Cheese Dip. If you want to fold under the pressure and get cheesed on, then this is the dip for you. If you want to feel like a loser that can only get a man in a mask because no normal person would want your trashy whore self, then this is the dip for you. If you like creamy stuff on your face like Lexi, then this is the dip for you.
The image disappears off the Titantron.
CJJ: BURN! Lexi with the yellow cream to the face!
PATRICK MATHEWS: ENOUGH! I have had enough of this!
CJJ: I will take Lexi with the cheese cream to the face for 1000 Alex!
CJJ: Getting the inside scoop that something big is getting picked up backstage right now.
PATRICK MATHEWS: You think your Mr. Important over here, don't you?
While Matthews and CJJ are going back and forth, the Titantron lights up to show the cameras have picked up in the back hallway of the arena, where Jonathan Barrows is walking, when you hear a voice echo throughout the hallway.
VOICE: Hey Smokin Joe Burrows, wait up!
Barrows stops in his tracks and turns around. He knows the voice and already knows who it is. As the shadow gets closer, the man that appears is none other than J Mont himself. With that cocky smile on his face, J Mont and Barrows approach one another. As they get within an arm's length, J Mont extends his hand out. Barrows contemplates for a minute about shaking it before he returns the favor. After the handshake, it looks as if some sort of business is about to pick up.
Jonathan Barrows: So Mr. Montuori, what do I owe the distinct honor of having the Bengals QB name shouted down the hallway?
J MONT: I am assuming you know about April 19th, 2024?
Jonathan Barrows: Mr. Montouri, of course I know the significance of that date.
J Mont nods, liking that Barrows knows what he’s talking about.
Jonathan Barrows: That is National Poker Day, one of my favorite days of the year. I guarantee you I will have a Texas Hold ‘Em Tournament set up for that day, whether we’re on the road towards WrestleWars or not.
J Mont cracks his knuckles as he gets a little closer to Barrows.
J MONT: You may think you're a funny guy Barrows, but you will never be funnier than me. And make no mistake about it. You are about to lose all your chips on April 19th, 2024 if you don't go ALL IN FOR ME!
Jonathan Barrows: I am fully ready to negotiate your contract, of course. I have been a supporter of The Fortunate Ones, have I not? Other General Managers… such as Ms. Candice Page, for one… would have been a great deal stricter over the last few months. But I tend to appreciate what brings paying ticket-holders to the arenas, and from what I’ve seen, few ideologies are better than them wanting to hate somebody… or being envious of them.
J Mont acknowledges the fact that Barrows has been a big supporter of The Fortunate Ones, so that is a big brownie point for Barrows at this time.
J MONT: You know Johnny Boy, you are right. We have had no issues YET, and I enjoy being on the Smash Brand. But just as a Free Agent, I want to be paid what I am worth, and that is to be the Highest Paid guy in all of the WGWF for starters, but there is more that goes with that as well. I will have Agent Benson draw up some of my contractual demands so you can see where I am at with these negotiations. But in the meantime, just know that as of right now, I will not be at Wrestle Wars. I know that hurts the Smash Brand, but I am a family guy now. I have to do what's best for my Family.
For a moment, Barrows releases a small smile of his own, before stepping slightly closer to J Mont.
Jonathan Barrows: I am a great believer in family, Mr. Montuori. I am also a great believer in that the show must go on. And if you wish to devalue yourself by missing such a high-profile event, well, as you said, you will no longer be under contract, will you?
J Mont shakes his head at Barrows.
J MONT: My contract expires April 19th at midnight. How do you expect me to wrestle on the 20th or the 21st with no contract or insurance coverage? Sure I can afford any hospital bills if something were to happen, but that's not the point. I think right now, the only way you could get me to Wrestle at Wrestle Wars without a contract would be against my former Fortunate One Member, Enigma…..for the Smash Title, inside a Hell in a Cell. I got a receipt from Big E that I need to cash in.
Barrows raises an eyebrow, before shrugging his shoulders.
Jonathan Barrows: As you know, Mr. Montuori, I’ll always honor a contract. This includes the one that Ragnarok has signed, earning the right to face Enigma at WrestleWars. So unless you can convince Enigma to wrestle two nights in a row, I’m afraid we’re just going to have to get along without you. I look forward, though, to seeing your contractual demands. Now if you’ll excuse me, Smash unfortunately doesn’t run itself.
With J Mont looking annoyed, Barrows steps past him, heading down the hall.
J MONT: Without me? The last time that saying had any meaning was when Eminem came out with that song. Barrows better be ready for AGENT BENSON because she is the toughest negotiator in the business.
J Mont then laughs at the thought of Smash not having him on the show and Barrows running around wondering what to do with no J Mont.
CJJ: J Mont goes, I go too. Shut this bitch down.
PATRICK MATHEWS: So, if we lose J Mont, we can lose you as well? J Mont, please do not resign with Smash.
CJJ: Maybe J Mont will just buy the WGWF and fire you and all the other jerk offs in it!
MEMPHIS BELLE: It is now time for our main event of the evening!!
The crowd gives a strong burst of energy, showing that they’re still going strong despite everything that’s gone down here tonight.
MEMPHIS BELLE: This is a non-title match scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, standing 6’3” and weighing 230 lbs, from Kanazawa, Japan, here is “THE COLD-HEARTED ANGEL” KENJI MIYAMOTO!!
Black Tide’s “Warriors of Time” hits the sound system with the beginning “woooo-ooooo-ooooh” being sung by the crowd as the screens at the top of the ramp light up with scenes of anime that slowly transition to footage of our man in action in the ring and back again. Reginald Blake steps out from the backstage area, smiles and gestures behind him as “The Cold-Hearted Angel” Kenji Miyamoto steps out from behind the curtain dressed in a pair of jeans, t-shirt and a pair of sneakers, giving a small head nod bow to the left side of the arena, then the right.
The crowd erupt into cheers as Kenji holds a hand up in acknowledgment making his way down the aisle, following behind Blake who's speaking positive affirmations into the camera that's tracking them to the ring. Kenji climbs the steel steps and looks up at the crowd, hopping onto a turnbuckle from the outside whilst pyros begin to explode, the response from the crowd growing exponentially. He jumps back down, wiping his feet on the apron and springboarding himself into the ring as the music slowly fades out with Blake walking around the outside of the ring and Kenji taking himself to a corner, to await the bell.
MEMPHIS BELLE: And now, his opponent… standing 5’10” and weighing 210 lbs, from Brooklyn, New York, representing The Fortunate Ones… he is the WGWF X-Division Champion… CLYDE NEWTON!!!
Newton waits on his turn to walk out from the back as his theme song “Look In My Eyes” hits on the sound system, hyping him up. He makes his way out, pushing the black curtain out of the way as he walks to the top of the stage, raising up the X-Division Championship. He then hits his signature dance to entertain the booing crowd, before he makes his way down the ramp and rolls into the ring under the bottom rope. He makes himself at home inside the ring, waiting for the match to start.
CJJ: We’re ending things with The Fortunate Ones, which is an awesome way to go!
PATRICK MATHEWS: Newton is hoping to make this night a little better for his squad, as there have been some rough moments for TFO tonight.
CJJ: I don’t know what you’re talking about. I’ve only seen J Mont, Mansley, and Newton dominate everyone!
PATRICK MATHEWS: Well, you’ve got a “fake news” blindness that you can’t get around, I’m afraid.
CJJ: Hah, I’d say the same thing about you!
The bell sounds, with Miyamoto stepping forward to face a dangerous foe here tonight. He walks up to Newton, ready to lock up, but Newton shrugs his shoulders, saying not so fast, rookie. He then tells him he’ll be ready in a second, and offers a handshake. Miyamoto raises an eyebrow, as the crowd chants at him not to do it. But Miyamoto goes ahead and does it, shaking Newton’s hand, and surprisingly, Newton does just that. The crowd, surprised, quiets down, as the handshake breaks, with Miyamoto stepping away… and Newton immediately grabbing him, pulling him down into a roll-up!!
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And Miyamoto kicks free! They pop up, but Newton grabs at the head, once again yanking Miyamoto down into a pinning situation…
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But Miyamoto kicks out again! He pops up, only to take a forearm shot from Newton, who angrily swings away at him.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Newton tried extremely hard to steal this one after his supposed show of ‘good sportsmanship’. Give me a break.
CJJ: Hey, all I saw was a clean break from the handshake. After that, it’s game on.
PATRICK MATHEWS: You know what I saw? Newton trying to end this one as fast as possible… maybe because he’s worried about Devlin Knight’s whereabouts?
CJJ: W-why would Newton care about that? He’s just here to compete…
Newton has Miyamoto in the corner now, striking away at his midsection with several punches. He does a little Muhammad Ali style dance, smirking, before grabbing hold of Miyamoto’s arm and shooting him to the other side, no, Miyamoto reverses it, and it’s Newton that goes for the ride. He hits the turnbuckle and comes right back out, but Miyamoto rocks him right back with a discus elbow, sending him collapsing back into the corner. As Newton tries to shake that move off, Miyamoto steps up to him, lining him up, and blistering his chest with a wicked chop, slicing it across!! The crowd cheers the echo, then starts chanting “One More Time!”, and Miyamoto obliges with another chop, and then a third!
PATRICK MATHEWS: Miyamoto is a lethal striker for sure!
CJJ: Damn it, I’m hurting watching these!
PATRICK MATHEWS: A lot of people have been talking about the future of Kenji here in the WGWF, and you have to say, it looks extremely bright!
CJJ: Not if he keeps doing that to a Fortunate One, it’s not!
The chops finished, Miyamoto brings Newton out of the corner. He quickly readjusts, turning Newton around and locking up his arms, before taking him over with a Dragon suplex!! He hangs on upon landing, bridging up, as the referee comes in for the count…
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And Newton is able to kick out in time. Both wrestlers get up, with Miyamoto quickly jumping up onto Newton’s lowered head to get a hurricanrana! Newton tumbles, eventually managing to roll to the outside to get away from the assault. He walks out there, rubbing his head, and walks over to the announce table, picking up his X-Division Title.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Wait, is Newton done? Is he just going to leave?
CJJ: Why shouldn’t he? Nothing’s on the line here tonight!
PATRICK MATHEWS: Yeah, but if Miyamoto wins, he immediately gets that title shot, doesn’t he?
CJJ: Oh, yeah… Clyde, you’ve got to stay!
Newton seems to be considering it, as the referee continues his count. Miyamoto gestures for him to come back in, wanting to continue the fight. He backs far away from the ropes, telling Newton to come in. Newton angrily throws his belt back down, yelling at Miyamoto that he makes the decisions for himself, and that Miyamoto is undeserving of facing him. He walks around the ring, heading towards the exit, as Miyamoto turns, giving a disbelieving shrug to the referee. As soon as Miyamoto is distracted, though, Newton slides quickly into the ring and charges at him, going for a clothesline! But Miyamoto wasn’t fooled this time, as he ducks under the strike, then catches Newton from behind, getting a German bridge suplex!!
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THR-and Newton gets himself free of the predicament!
PATRICK MATHEWS: A close one there for Clyde Newton!
CJJ: Oh, please, he could have still had a coffee and a danish before kicking out of that one!
PATRICK MATHEWS: Your sense of time is strange, CJJ.
Miyamoto has brought Newton back up now, and takes the champion over to the corner, slamming his head into the turnbuckle. Newton staggers out, as Miyamoto follows behind him, ready to take him down again. But Newton reverses out of the suplex this time, getting behind Miyamoto and getting his own belly-to-back suplex! Miyamoto rolls away, hurting, as Newton drags himself back up, rubbing the back of his head. He immediately comes back over to Miyamoto, stomping away on him, angry that the WGWF newcomer had the gall to be competitive against him. He grabs Miyamoto on the way up and lifts him, locking him in place before dropping with a brainbuster!! Newton then makes the cover, telling the ref to count quickly…
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TH-But Miyamoto is able to kick out before the three count lands, much to Newton’s frustration with the ref.
CJJ: That was a slow count!
PATRICK MATHEWS: It looked exactly the same as all the earlier ones.
CJJ: You could have timed that count with a stopwatch! Awful refereeing here!
Ignoring the ref, Newton drags Miyamoto back up, getting him in place near the ropes. Newton then hits the ropes and comes back, jumping into Miyamoto with a running knee! Miyamoto goes down, but immediately starts to pull himself back up. Seeing this, Newton does the same thing, going to the ropes and coming back for a knee shot… but Miyamoto catches him this time, grabbing his leg and flipping Newton to the mat… as Miyamoto applies a reverse standing figure-four leglock!!! Newton’s scrambling, in all sorts of trouble, as Miyamoto increases the pressure of the submission move, and the referee circles both men, looking for any signs of submission.
CJJ: No!! Get out of there, Clyde!!
PATRICK MATHEWS: This could be it!! If Kenji makes Clyde tap, he gets his title opportunity next Smash!
CJJ: No, no no!!
Newton is desperate, trying to claw towards the ropes, but he ended up a fair distance from them, and Miyamoto has him sunk in. The referee gets closer, checking with Newton to see if he wants to give in… and Newton grabs the ref, yanking him forward and causing him to bump against Miyamoto, breaking the hold! Miyamoto looks back in surprise, asking the ref what happened, with the ref admonishing Newton for putting his hands on him. Newton doesn’t care, rolling to the ropes while nursing his hurting legs. Miyamoto shakes his head, and then comes after him, grabbing at Newton’s legs, only for Newton to reach up and rake Miyamoto’s eyes, blinding him!
PATRICK MATHEWS: There goes Newton, taking the easy way out!
CJJ: Exactly! Easy is better! Everyone knows this!
Miyamoto tries to clear his vision quickly, but he can’t manage it, as Newton is there, locking onto him and quickly putting him in position for the Lyrical Clash!! The move lands perfectly, with Newton shifting Miyamoto’s body over to make it a full cover. The referee still looks annoyed with Newton, but he does his job, making the count…
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THR-No! Miyamoto shoots his arm up just in time! Newton, surprised, looks at the referee for an explanation, but he doesn’t have one, other than to tell Newton to get back to work. Newton, annoyed, positions himself to the side, ready for the Street King superkick. He goes for it, but Miyamoto is able to sidestep it, grabbing Newton’s arm and twisting him around, before delivering the Dreamcatcher!!! The crowd pops, as Miyamoto falls into the cover, hanging onto the legs…
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THR-No!! Newton gets out of it!
PATRICK MATHEWS: We’ve got an amazing back-and-forth contest here in our main event, as Kenji Miyamoto is living up to all the billing!
CJJ: But Newton’s still fighting, and you know he’s never going to stop!
PATRICK MATHEWS: I thought that was John Blade?
CJJ: No, he’ll never give up.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Right, right…
Miyamoto pulls himself back up, looking winded but still in the fight. He grabs hold of Newton, wanting to go for Angel Wings!! He lifts Newton up, no, Newton manages a block, dropping back to the mat, before twisting Miyamoto around and landing a reverse DDT! Both wrestlers stay down for a moment, with Newton too out of it to make the cover. He crawls to the side, using the ropes to get himself up, even as Miyamoto struggles to sit up. As the wrestlers get up, Newton opts to charge at Miyamoto, going for Brooklyn’s Finest! But Miyamoto LEAPS over his spear attempt, avoiding it by a hair’s breath!! Newton lands on his knees, trying to spin around, but Miyamoto flies at him, hitting the Killshot!!! Newton flops backwards… then rolls out of the ring, just before Miyamoto can grab him for the pin attempt!!
PATRICK MATHEWS: The momentum was too much! That could have been it right there!
CJJ: No, Clyde knew to get himself out of there…
PATRICK MATHEWS: You’re crazy if you think that was deliberate.
Newton’s still down on the outside, hidden from view. With the referee starting his count, Miyamoto opts to roll out of the ring, not wanting a countout victory. He walks over to Newton, grabbing hold of him… and Newton grabs his head, having been playing possum, and slams it into the edge of the apron! Newton then rolls Miyamoto back into the ring, pulling himself up as well. He then goes to kick a rising Miyamoto, wanting the Fetal Ending, but Miyamoto catches his leg, giving him a dragon leg whip to the mat! Newton rolls away in pain, as Miyamoto stares at the ceiling for a few moments before pulling himself up. He staggers over to Newton, pulling him up, and then lashing out with another chop to the chest! Newton takes it, wincing, then throws his own punch, knocking Miyamoto back. Miyamoto returns with another chop, and the two men continue to blast each other, as the crowd gets into it.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Both men are putting everything they have into these final strikes! What a war!
CJJ: Damn, Clyde’s going to need to put Neosporin on his chest for a week after this!!
Miyamoto gets control, landing several chops and palm strikes in succession, before kicking Newton in the knee, taking him to the mat. Miyamoto then runs behind him, getting momentum, before coming in with the Hidden Blade, the start of the Willo The Wisp!! But Newton rolls forward, avoiding it, and springing to his feet, he runs to the ropes. He comes charging back, with Miyamoto leaping towards him, only for Newton to sidestep the assault. As Miyamoto spins around, trying to set himself to block, Newton flies back into him… with Brooklyn’s Finest!!! The spear hits full on, with Newton landing on top, grabbing hold of Miyamoto’s legs, while adding in some tights as well….
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THREE!!!!
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WINNER VIA PINFALL: CLYDE NEWTON
Match Time- 17:05
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PATRICK MATHEWS: What a battle!
CJJ: But the best man came out on top!
PATRICK MATHEWS: Newton may have won, using every trick he could come up with, but Kenji Miyamoto proved to the wrestling world that he belongs here today! And I can bet this will not be the last time we see these two face off!
Clyde gets to his feet after the match is over and looks around him in an almost paranoid state. We can hear him shouting something about Devlin showing his face now… After a few moments nothing happens, so Clyde climbs out of the ring and begins to make his way up the aisle. Suddenly as he's halfway up the screen fizzles into life once again and Devlin Knight appears.
DEVLIN: Oh hey Clyde, what's up?! Listen I know you've bore witness tonight to everything that's happened but I really want you to know that you've got nothing to worry about man. Me and you? We go back as far as Joseph and myself and bar one or two isolated issues, I don't believe we've ever had proper beef so no, I'm not gonna give you the same kind of treatment I gave Joseph and Amber tonight…
The screen goes black again and Clyde Newton scoffs and shrugs before continuing up the ramp. Suddenly in thick, white text a word begins to scrawl across the screen.
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SIKE!
The crowd go nuts as Clyde turns around but it's too late as Devlin Knight has bolted up the rampway from the ring and SPEARS Clyde out of his sneakers! The WGWF X-Division belt goes flying as Devlin lays a few punches on Clyde as well before jumping up looking around and picking up a microphone he must have dropped from his back pocket before he walks back towards the ring, sliding under the bottom rope.
DEVLIN: You see, Joseph?! This is what happens! This is what happens when you come for me but don't stay for the receipts! I don't just get you, friend… I get your whole damn circle! See the mistake you made last week when thinking you were “making a point”, was scooting off and letting me get back up.
Now I don't care what you think is gonna happen from here on out, what you think is gonna be done by TFO to Devlin Knight or those who have his back. It's all about WrestleWars from now… I told you, I don't run though so if you really wanna get at me, bring yourself out here…
Devlin paces the ring waiting for a few minutes as the WGWF logo begins to appear on the screen and the feed fades into darkness leaving us in uncertainty.
Just as it seems like everything’s over…
Battered, beaten, and bloodied, SYNN limped through the backstage area of the MVP arena, her body screaming in protest with every step. Her leg throbbed with pain, a constant reminder of the brutal match she had just endured in the ring. But despite the agony coursing through her veins, SYNN's spirit remained unbroken.
With a determined grimace, she reached out and grabbed the nearest camera, her eyes blazing with intensity as she stared into the lens. Behind her, the Unfortunate Ones stood in silent solidarity, their expressions a mixture of concern and admiration.
"Tonight, we showed the world exactly what The Fortunate One's are. Joe Montuori and his circus of clapping seals have been running roughshod over the WGWF, but especially this program. They haven't been truly challenged, until now. Until me. You see, the Fortunate One's are nothing but bullies. They are 'the cool kids' who clique up together and do what they want, when they want, at the expense of everyone else around. They have no moral compass, and they feed off the attention you give them week in and week out. Feed off of it like parasitic leeches. They think it makes them look special. All it took was a couple dollars and a few pints of Stewart's Whole Milk to show the entire world tonight that anyone can be annoying, over-the-top, reaction fishing douche canoes with God complex's. Tonight, it took people you'd normally snub your noses at to show you that anyone can do what you do. I have made it my mission to discredit and disparage you at every opportunity, to clean the WGWF airwaves of your smut and villainy, and to hunt down every...single...one of you until "The Fortunate Ones" have been exterminated like the vermin they are.
Throw whatever you want at me, whoever you want. Along side my new friend Je$tyr, we are the ToXiK blend that you aren't ready for. We are going to bleed you out, burn you out, chase you out---and when its just little Joey, all alone and quivering with a wet spot on his designed jeans, I will be the one to deal the final blow. To best deal with a snake you must cut off it's head........
.........An ecosystem is only as strong as its Apex predator, and right now, in Albany New York, in 4k HD, you're looking at her.
You brought this on yourselves, and now you will reap what you've worked so hard to sow.
Don't Hunt What You Can't Kill........."
She leans in, the blood running from her mouth from her brutal match with Ragnarok. She licks the camera, leaving a red-pink smudge. Her voice can be heard from behind it.
"Without sharks, you take away the apex predator of the ocean, and you destroy the entire food chain......well the Great White is here, and you're in her hunting grounds."
Thanks to the following match-writers:
Jenny Myst
Chris Page
Thanks to the following segment-writers:
Corey Bull
Hanari Carnes
Damage
The Fortunate Ones
Lexi Gold
Devlin Knight
Xavier Lux
Joe Montuori
Johnny Stylez
Synn