Monday Night Brawl Results: 5.20.2024
May 20, 2024 21:58:50 GMT -5
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Derrick Diamond: Tonight is going to be one for the ages. We open up with the Current Intercontinental Champion in J Mont. The man that is going to save Monday Night Brawl and turn us into the A SHOW!
Flash Rotten: I hope J Mont sticks around and watches the match after his bullshit words to everyone. Devlin and Maxwell are on a collision course with everyone that gets in their way right now.
Derrick Diamond: You're wrong once again. Jenny will not lose 2 in a row. I mean she will not lose again. I mean, she will just win this match with her COLOSSUS of a partner.
Flash Rotten: Only time will tell. Either way, Devlin or Jenny is going to be going on a losing streak, while the other gets back on track.
Derrick Diamond: And speaking of getting back on track, I am getting word that the camera’s are picking up something in the back.
With the camera’s positioned in the back, the fans in the arena are wondering what is going until the Titantron lights up. It shows the back of the arena, but nothing on site. It’s quiet with nothing in view to see. That is until you see some headlights hit the back, meaning there is someone and something coming this way. As the lights get brighter, the vehicle is getting closer. And before you know it, your eyes will be amazed. The fans inside are in Awe of what they see. The camera’s are zoomed in and taking this all in.
It’s a 2024 Mercedes Benz G Class AMG Stretch Limo. Only 100 made like this world wide. Being in Seattle tonight, one has to wonder who is inside this vehicle. Is it Jeffrey Dean Morgan? Bill Gates? Macklemore? Kenny G? Sir Mix A Lot? Whoever comes out of this vehicle, truly has a great sense of taste and style. The outside is classy and eye-catching so you can only imagine what the inside looks like.
As the G Class Limo comes to a complete stop, you can see the driver’s door open up. He is back AGAIN. The only and only……… PAUL PAGE!!!!!!! Paul walks to the back of the limo on the drivers side where the dual wheels are. He taps the handle and the back door shoots straight up in the air like a wing. With the door open, you can see the fiber optic color lighting with strobe lights. As well as the disco ceiling with mood lighting. The wet bar, which you can tell was being used. Custom Italian Leather as well as a 50 inch Flat Screen TV with the PS5. The view is great, but there is no one there until you see a shadow appearing towards the door.
Derrick Diamond: All i can say Flash is that, HE IS HERE!!!!!!!
Flash Rotten: Someone needs to contact the IRS because there is no way he has this much money. For christ sakes, he doesn't even have a contract here. How is he making money coming here?
Derrick Diamond: Money is always being made as he said. Pay Attention and learn.
Flash Rotten: I have been around him before and there is nothing I need to learn from him.
And the HIM can only be one man. If you haven't been paying attention, then you're really missing out. The man with all the money. The man with no WGWF contract. The man that made Flash relevant again until he kicked him to the curb. This is only one man. And that is the Current and Reigning WGWF Intercontinental Champion, J MONT! Before J Mont gets out of the G Wagon Limo, he hands the IC Title to Paul Page and grabs an empty glass. He then reaches over and pours a drink before exiting. Paul Page taps the button above on the door as it closes behind them. J Mont takes a sip of his drink as he sees the cameras are on him.
J MONT: Hey Seattle, I know you were expecting someone else, but you are the lucky ones tonight. I am gracing you all with my presence which is better than any person from Seattle. Actor or Athlete, or combined, none are on my level right now. I am here tonight for a few reasons. My agent has set up a great opening spot that is going to set the tone for the rest of Monday Night Brawl. Usually the B show, tonight, they are getting the A show grade because J Mont is here. There are no Fortunate Ones with me. There is no Mia or Gia. It’s just J Mont with his IC title. Oh, and Paul Page, the hired help.
Paul Page seemed a little offended by the comment but he then realizes that J Mont is the reason he is getting a check right now, and not Chris Page. Paul was about to hand the IC title back to J Mont, but he pumps the brakes on that as he takes another chug of his drink.
J MONT: If anyone here can guess what i am drinking, i will buy you a bottle of it. And please don't say Grey Goose Vhodka either. No one around me drinks 50 dollar bottles of liquor. That is for the poor or helpless like the Devlins, the Stones, the Enigma’s and so on.
J Mont starts to hum the Jeopardy Theme out loud as the fans are booing. Because they want a free bottle but know they wont get one, but they also know they have no idea what the answer is.
J MONT: OK, all you minimum wage, EBT card using, section 8 living parasites, the answer is simple to the rich people. I am drinking ISABELLA’S ISLAY WHISKY. The English crystal decanter is encrusted with 8500 white diamonds and 300 rubies. A great way to drink like a King for 6 MILLION DOLLARS. I could probably buy everyone in the arena right now for that and have a lot of leftover change.
With the fans booing inside the arena already, J Mont is going to be walking into the lion's den when his music hits. J Mont slams the rest of his drink and throws the glass as you hear the shattering echo down the back of the arena. J Mont takes the IC title from Paul Page and throws it over his shoulder. Let’s not forget that J Mont is dressed to the T tonight as well. He is here to talk shit, take names and show everyone who is in charge. He is not dressed to fight. And everyone knows J Mont only fights on the biggest stages and events. As he takes a few steps towards the back door, Denise Essex appears.
DENISE ESSEX: Hey Joe…….
J Mont cuts off Denise with a finger up to her mouth. She has done something wrong and now will learn.
J MONT: Denise, i have no problem talking to you, but you will need to address me as either Mr. Montuori or the FACE that runs the WGWF.
Denise takes a deep breath as Joe’s finger comes off her lips.
DENISE ESSEX: Mr. Montuori, you are scheduled here tonight to open the show and say a few things. Can you fill us in on what we can expect from you?
J MONT: Now Denise, thank you very much for that professional question and introduction. I really don't want to ruin all the surprises with what I have to say, but I can tell you one thing. There are a bunch of things that are going to go down that are going to change the landscape of not only the WGWF, but Team J Mont as well. You do not want to miss this.
DENISE ESSEX: Landscape Change? Are you saying there are NEW members of The Fortunate Ones tonight? And is team J Mont being announced tonight as well?
J MONT: Like I said Denise, I am not going to ruin all the fun and surprises. But I will give you a few ideas as to what will happen. There are no new members of The Fortunate Ones at this time, but there is still some work and talks going on with Cholo Giovani Santana.
Denise’s face turns into a complete shock.
DENISE ESSEX: The same Cholo that is our WORLD Champion?
J MONT: Yeah. If you are forgetting, me and Cholo are boys and go way back. I have his back and he has my back. It’s only a matter of more communication and talks, and I think it will happen. But, let's break from that and FOCUS on some of the other things that may go on tonight when I come out. Did I mention that I am going to announce the 3rd member of TEAM J MONT, TONIGHT?
DENISE ESSEX: Any Clues?
J MONT: You don't like to listen. You have to wait for all the fun and surprises, but be alarmed. This member is going to be one that SHOCKS the world. Let’s just say that J Mont and Amber are on the same page with this addition to team J Mont. Team Devlin is going to shit their diapers when they find out who it is. And no, it's not ROCCO, so you can take that guess out of it. He is handling his Bloodbath agendas and I told him to make sure that belt stays around his waist and with the family. So, he knows what he has to do. But, I got his back and he has mine, and he is 100 percent a Fortunate One. But team J Mont is going to be one that is not only talked about here, but all over the world because the surprises start tonight. Denise, one more thing…….
J Mont looks over at Denise, who has no idea what is about to come out of the mouth of J Mont.
J MONT: The opening of this show is going to be the best part of this show because it's going to be COMMERCIAL FREE. I already talked to productions and I know that I am going over the time limit into the commercial zone. So I called up all the sponsors that were supposed to run at that time and had them paid and told them I will get them spots during the NHL Eastern Conference Finals at Madison Square Garden. They were good with it. So, sit back, grab your popcorn, because a show is about to go off. The WGWF INTERCONTINENTAL CHAMPION is about to steal the show, ONCE AGAIN!
J Mont taps his IC title and smiles at Denise as he walks away. Paul Page looks at Denise and goes in for a big hug, but she cuts him off. J Mont misses that as Paul speeds up to keep up with J Mont as they enter the arena.
Derrick Diamond: Wrong move by Denise. Getting in with Paul Page would be the best thing for her career.
Flash Rotten: He's a scumbag, just like the guy he is following around. And please for the love of god, dont let Cholo be a Fortunate One and a member of Team J Mont.
Derrick Diamond: You know that's going to happen. J Mont and Cholo have a bond. A brotherhood.
Flash Rotten: I guess I am going to have to sit back and see what unfolds here tonight. I am curious to see who is dumb enough to join team J Mont. And there are no commercials during the opening spot, so I am stuck listening to what he has to spew out.
As the camera focuses on Jenny Myst, she exudes an air of confidence, her smile poised and enigmatic. The spotlight seems to amplify her presence as she sits in the center of the ring, legs crossed, holding the microphone with a sense of purpose. The ambiance suggests that something significant is about to unfold as the audience eagerly awaits her words. Amby sits on a baby chair next to her, with a stick on a name tag that reads "Co-Host".
Jenny: “HELLO SEA-A-TULL!”
*giggle*
Jenny: “I am so happy that last week was a successful show. You just never know what you’re going to get when Amber Mansley shows up. I wasn’t sure if it was going to be a fight or a cheap makeup commercial. Luckily, I got both! What a treat, truly.”
CROWD: TREAT TREAT TREAT TREAT TREAT
Jenny: “So now I am here in Seattle, teaming with some 500 pound buffoon against two bearded frat boys in a tag match that has NO relevance at all. It’s like Daniels blindfolded himself and threw darts at names on a wall to make these matches. You’d think Mr. Daniels would want his top superstar competing on the company’s top show in high profile, exciting matches but that's why he makes the big bucks, yeah? He obviously knows what he’s doing……”
Jenny giggles again, until her expression turns to one of ferocity.
Jenny: “......sitting idly by while that inbred sack of hillbilly shit holds MY MIRIAM. My dear friend that he STOLE from me because Goth isn’t good enough to not get pinned. He sits idly by twiddling his thumbs while MIRIAM is out there in some run down trailer park in god knows where Texas…..
Jenny composes herself with a deep breath.
Jenny: “......But I can’t let that get to me. You see, even though this match is a booking suckjob that does nothing for my career……there is a silver lining. I am here giving my THERAPY SESSIONS for free. It’s about the only thing keeping this show above water. Monday Night Brawl is like Biden’s America….
The liberal crowd in Seattle begins to boo.
Jenny: “They keep telling us it's going great but the results say otherwise. So I had to find a reason, a purpose, a meaning for Brawl to continue to call itself the A show and I did just that. It has come to my attention that Mr. Knight is the captain of a team at War Games. Isn’t that just adorable?! And you know he is going to choose his Brokeback Mountain beard sharing anal prolapsing buddy, Mason Stone. But who is he up against? Well, Seattle, since your state government has let you down I’ve got a treat for you……
My next guest……and even higher profile than last week’s……
Ladies, Gentlemen and whatever y'all identify as…….
JOE MONTUORI!
The lights slowly dim down until there is total darkness inside the arena. Fans are turning on their phone flash lights because they are afraid of the dark or getting pick pocketed.
Flash Rotten: If it wasn't pitch black, I would get up and skip this show until they were both gone.
Derrick Diamond: This is going to be one for the ages. Who would have ever thought for a minute that J Mont and Jenny Myst could share the spotlight to open up a show for the WGWF!
Flash Rotten: Something doesn't smell right here.
Derrick Diamond: I told you to try that Old Spice deodorant like Terry Crews in that commercial, but NOOOOO. Flash always knows best. Now your under arms smell like Devlins wife’s undercarriage.
Flash Rotten: I would still take a bite of that.
Derrick Diamond: You would take a bite of anything, but Sponge Cake is off the menu tonight for you.
Just then, The Titantron lights up like the face of Johnny Stylez when he sees a TIT in person.
I WILL NEVER SURRENDER. OUR MISSION IS TO SAVE AMERICA!
As the message flashes across the Titantron, the adults in attendance have an idea where that quote came from. The mixed reaction here in Seattle tonight can be felt. But before the fans can make a decision on how they truly feel, the sound of static is heard through the PA system around the arena. Then you hear a loud explosion at the entrance way.
BORN IN THE U.S.A. By Bruce Springsteen
Blares throughout the arena. Out walks Bruce himself, with a guitar in hand as he is singing away like he is 21 years old all over again.
Born down in a dead man's town
The first kick i took was when i hit the ground
End up like a dog that's been beat too much
Til you spend half your life just covering up now
BORN IN THE U.S.A.
I WAS BORN IN THE U.S.A
I WAS BORN IN THE U.S.A
BORN IN THE U.S.A NOW
As Bruce continues to belt the notes, the spotlight hits next to Bruce. Who could this be? Is J Mont about to pull out his vocals and join the legend? WRONG! Out walks the one and only, 2024 Presidential election hopeful.
DONALD J TRUMP!
The 45th President is here as he joins Bruce in singing the song. The fans can't help but get into this as well. Jenny Myst in the ring is bobbing her head to song, so she must be enjoying this as well. 3 more minutes pass by of the song being sung by Bruce and Trump before it finally comes to an end. The fans are giving it up, mostly for Bruce. They both take a bow as Trump shakes the hand of Bruce who walks to the back leaving Trump alone here in Seattle. Or you thought. Out walks the private security and intelligence team of Trump to make sure he is well protected.
Donald Trump: Well Seattle, I want to thank you for your half ass applause for my arrival. I'm kinda a big deal around the world so I deserve a better ovation. But what can I expect from people that live in Seattle! You ran a great Basketball Franchise in the Supersonics out of town. You ran Russell Wilson out of town, now the football team is cursed. Your crime rates are rising faster than Red Lobster Biscuits in the oven. And the weather out here is Atrocious. I wish I could have got Joe Gatto to act as Cole Von Cole and say that word Atrocious because that is the truth. But enough bashing Seattle. I could be up here all night long and Monday Night Brawl would never see the day of light because there is so much Negative crap to talk about when it comes to Seattle.
The sound of GOATS could be heard over the PA system which cuts off Donald Trump for a moment. The kids are smiling because they think farm animals are about to walk out here.
Donald Trump: Well, that is my cue. Ladies and Gentleman of this dump of Seattle. I want you to meet the GOATS of the world. And for you kids that have stupid looks on your faces, that means
GREATEST OF ALL TIME!
Donald Trump: I said GOATS and not GOAT because we have a few tonight, not just one. So, let’s start with the NFL. This man needs no introduction. He has been roasted enough already. No one will ever compare to him on that field. The man that dumped Gisele Bundchen so he could go have some fun with a Victoria Secret Model. Put your hands together for the NFL GOAT!
TOM BRADY!!!!
Tom Brady walks out from the back and gives Donald Trump a big hug and then raises both arms up for the fans who are Booing him. Brady then walks over to the opposite side of Trump as he awaits the next Goat.
Donald Trump: This next GOAT is a man who hasn't had hair in god knows how long. He has 23 problems, but MONEY isn't one of them. The man that defines the term AIR. The man that has sold more sneakers than anyone ever will. The man that changed the game forever. Ladies and Gentleman, the man that has won 6 NBA titles. 6 Finals MVPS. A 14 time All Star and 10 time Leading scorer. Let’s give it up to the NBA GOAT!
MICHAEL JORDAN!!!
Jordan walks out from the back and just like Tom, gives Trump a big hug. But this time around, the fans are cheering for Jordan. Even a chant of 1 more game is being thrown around the arena. Jordan walks up to Brady as the 2 exchange a friendly handshake.
Donald Trump: Greatness is in front of me right now. But you cannot have the NBA and NFL without the NHL. No one will EVER score 200 points in a regular season AGAIN! I will bet everything I have on that. No one will ever score 92 goals in a season AGAIN! Those are 2 records that are safe. The list of achievements for this man is longer than the list of people that Lexi Gold has slept with, and that's a long list. But, let's cut to the chase. Let's give it up for the NHL GOAT!
WAYNE GRETZKY!!!
Wayne walks from the back with a standing ovation from the fans. The roof almost blew off this place. Bigger cheers for Wayne, then Trump, Jordan and Brady combined. Wayne and Trump exchange a handshake as he walks towards Brady and Jordan. As he shakes their hand, Wayne stands next to Jordan.
Donald Trump: Let’s keep this show going. This next person is going to SHOCK you all. You may think that a man named after a candybar should be a GOAT, but that's not the case here. This man has been to 14 All Star Games. 2 Hank Aaron Awards to his name. Over 3400 hits in his career. He has won 5 World Series and been an MVP along with Rookie of the Year. Agree or Disagree, this next man to walk out is the MLB GOAT!
DEREK JETER!!!
Derek Walks from the back as an AROD chant begins to blare through the crowd. As Jeter laughs, he gives Trump a hug and joins the others in the GOAT line as he fist pumps them all.
Donald Trump: This is exciting. Look at those GOATS over there. They don't even look their age like I do. We live in a crazy world which brings me to the next GOAT. This man has won 27 fights inside the Octagon. His only loss was a bull shit DQ call against Matt Hamill. He is the pound for pound best fighter to ever grace the UFC and all of fighting. Please welcome. The UFC GOAT!
JON JONES!!!
Jones walks out and just towers over trump. 6 '5 and 250. Trump might weigh more, but shows it all in the wrong spots. Jones shakes the hand of trump as he then walks over to the GOAT row. One by One, Jones is shaking hands with everyone. What a STRONG row of GOATS over there.
Donald Trump: I see everyone is excited and wants to see the Therapy Session. We only have one more GOAT to come out and will be done, just like Joe Biden’s time as President of the United States! This man really needs no introduction. When you are on top of the world, everyone knows you. They either love you or hate you, no middle ground. The hate for this man is because of the word JEALOUSY. Everyone wishes they were in this man's shoes. He has a very beautiful wife and daughter. Who knows how many homes and cars this man owns. His money never runs out and just multiples with all his investments and ideas. A sure fire HALL of FAMER when he decides to hang it up. With over 20 World Titles to his name and over 50 titles combined on his resume this man leads the most dominant faction in the industry today and probably ever in The Fortunate Ones. This man is the current WGWF Intercontinental Champion who took down Devlin Knight. That is what Knight gets by the way for voting for Biden. This man needs no introduction really. Ladies and Gentleman. The GOAT of ALL PROFESSIONAL WRESTLING!
J MONT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
“You’re The Best Around” By Joe Esposito hits the PA System. And out walks J Mont looking like a million bucks. Probably because he is wearing a million bucks most likely. The fans are letting J Mont have it. After punting a fan's head off last show to blowing up Jonathan Barrows office, J Mont is in hot water as of late. But that has not stopped him from being J Mont at all. Walking over to Trump, J Mont gives the former President a big Hug and raises the arm of Trump. The fans are really pissed off now and are not happy. J Mont is smirking.
Derrick Diamond: No respect for the IC champ and GOAT at all.
Flash Rotten: I have no idea who these fans hate more. J Mont or Donald Trump.
Derrick Diamond: Definitely Trump. J Mont is a GOD!
Flash Rotten: I've been around J Mont. He is no God. He is a manipulator. A User. One of the best CHESS players of all time. Even better than Chris Page!
J Mont, with the IC title over his shoulder and that million dollar custom suit walks over to the row of GOATS. Shaking their hands like a friend because they are. They have all been to one another’s parties. They all went to events together at the same tables. This is the best of the best, something that Devlin and Enigma will never be. As the song continues to play over the sound system, J Mont holds the IC title up in the air for all the fans to take in as he sings the song as it is played.
TRY YOUR BEST TO WIN THEM ALL
AND ONE DAY TIME WILL TELL
WHEN YOU’RE THE ONES THAT STANDING THERE
YOU’LL REACH THE FINAL BELL
YOU’RE THE BEST AROUND
NOTHINGS GONNA EVER KEEP YOU DOWN
YOU’RE THE BEST AROUND
J Mont smirks as he starts to walk down the ramp. No Fortunate Ones. No Goats. No Donald Trump. No Private Security Team. Well, we take that back. WGWF Has Security tonight along the side so no fans get a punt kick or JKO because of their stupidity. J Mont is taking his time as Jenny waits in the ring for his arrival. This is a big show for both. Jenny gets the GOAT on her show and J Mont gets what he wants to say to one of the greatest TV champs of all time. J Mont, as he walks, is getting an itch to say something to a fan, but is blocked off. This really bothers J Mont but he has no choice but to walk up the metal steps and enter the ring. J Mont has now joined The Therapy Session with Jenny Myst. Before J Mont gives Jenny any love, he climbs up the turnbuckle and makes sure he holds that IC title high for all of Seattle to see because they are never going to see any championships in a very long time. J Mont hops down and approaches Jenny. He extends his hand out as Jenny accepts it. They are letting bygones be bygones here tonight. They might not like each other a lot, but it seems there is some respect there. J Mont throws the IC title over his shoulder and takes a seat as The Therapy Session is about to begin.
Derrick Diamond: Now that's what I call an Entrance. An Arrival. What a way to start off the show tonight.
Flash Rotten: Does J Mont really think he is in the same class as all those GOATS?
Derrick Diamond: His records. His Accomplishments. His resumes speak for themselves. You're just a hater!
Flash Rotten: I will give credit where it's due. J Mont is a Hall of Famer, but the GOAT? Come on now!
Derrick Diamond: Are you still pissed that J Mont threw a load of hot dogs at your face, on National TV?
Flash Rotten: Don't make me ask Daniels to book us in a match!
Jenny looks over at J Mont as J Mont looks at Jenny. They both flash those million dollar smiles at one another.
Jenny: Mr. Montuori……so glad you could join me tonight. The way this card is booked, lord knows we’ll be the only excitement of the evening.
JMONT: Thank you for having me tonight Jenny. I planned on coming out here, reminding everyone here in Seattle how much of a dump this place is but then a lightbulb went off. Why not have my agent reach out to Jenny and use the opening of the show for Therapy Session with Jenny Myst. WE NEED TO SAVE MONDAY NIGHT BRAWL before it gets canceled. We cannot let Jack Ass Daniels follow in the footsteps of My So Called Life, Dark Angel, Firefly and Caprica. Shows that got canceled before they could even make an impact on TV. Right now, Daniels is following in those footsteps but he is lucky to have the Intercontinental Champion on his show and the REAL TV Champion in Jenny Myst. Without us, you might as well close the doors like Blockbuster. Well, I cannot forget my boy Cholo, so make that 3 people out of 30 or so on the roster. But, have no fear, J Mont is here with big news.
Jenny: You forgot Tucker Carlson and Radio Shack……..anyways……..So you said you had some big news, and we’ll get to that in a moment. First, I wanna ask you something. Tonight, I team up with Sloth from The Goonies to take on Devlin Knight and Mason Maxwell Stone. You have quite the history with Mr. Devlin. Is there anything I should know going into this match?
JMONT: Devlin! Fred! Devlin! Fred! The best thing you can do with Devlin is just play mind games with him. Once you are in his head, he is well done like a porterhouse steak. You have nothing to worry about Jenny. You are in great shape and Devlin is like Vince Vaughn from Couples Retreat. Old with weird chest hair and 0 ABS! Devlin wanted this match at Wrestle Wars so bad that he did anything he could to get the match booked. He succeeded at that but he was getting pissed that I was ignoring him and worrying about other issues at hand. But the best part was, I was ready for Devlin. I knew what I was doing. By not paying attention to Devlin, he was getting pissed and trying too hard to get me to break. He failed at that just like he did in his IC Title Match. This title looks better over my shoulder then Devlin’s anyway. Maybe I can call this title Miriam the 2nd!
Jenny: *gasps* OH EM GEEE! OR MIRIAM II or MIRIAM JR!
She claps and giggles.
The 98 percent liberal crowd in Seattle is getting more and more frustrated.
Jenny: I do need to ask though…….and don’t take this the wrong way……
Flash Rotten: After everything these two have said tonight, what could possibly be taken the wrong way that already hasn’t?!
Derrick Diamond: Shhh I’m trying to listen!
Jenny: WAR GAMES. A big event for us no doubt. XWF used to do em too, I’ve even been a captain. So I know how much this event means and about how much it shapes the landscape of the company for the foreseeable future. Devlin has Page and Stone, and whoever else he bribes to sit with him at the “cool kids table.”
J Mont looks over to Jenny.
Jenny: Do you think your announced team of Amber, and I assume Rocco, can stack up?
J Mont can't help but smirk about the cool kids table comment because a lot of funny thoughts start to run through his head. He starts to laugh before he even speaks.
J Mont: Devlin, Page and Stone at a table is like having……Stuart Minkus from Boy Meets World who has a nervous breakdown after he didn't get the highest score on a test. Sounds like Devlin after he lost the IC Title. Crying like a little bitch who had to call up his best friend, Jake Berman from Little Giants, i mean Mushwell Stone. Max is like Jake. A scrawny little bitch, who always has snots coming out of his nose because he is sucking on some spicy food which is Devlin’s pig in a blanket. But, when you have 2 bitches like Devlin and Stone, you need a father figure to help guide them to the land of failure. Look no further than Danny Tanner, i mean Chris Page to come behind and clean up the mess that they leave behind. All the tears. All the blood. All this shit stains on their underwear. That is all Page is good for. Being a stay at home dad because he can’t wrestle no more and he has no idea how to run a company leaving Daniels and Barrows in charge. These guys are worse than the 3 Stooges. Shit, I would even go as far as saying it’s Three’s Company but there is not a real man out of those 3.
J Mont knows he got off the topic as Jenny is looking at him wondering when he is going to talk about War Games, which she just mentioned and J Mont went off on a tangent.
J Mont: You know, XWF has been trying to get me to come on board for a while now. The money is there but it's not enough to make the jump yet, but they are very aggressive. More than I can say for Barrows and Daniels. Dumb and Dumber just sitting back and going to watch their GOLDEN TICKET walk out the door and kill their careers. But in the meantime, I am going to keep sticking it to them. And War Games is the next time I get to laugh in their faces and shove it down their throats that J Mont and The Fortunate Ones are the best in the business today. They tried to fuck with us last week on Smash making that steel cage match with Page as the referee but that backfired when i hit that Thunderous JKO followed by Amber’s Ate and Left No Crumbs Curb Stomp to get the win and keep the TITLES with The Fortunate Ones. Which brings us to the next obstacle. Who wants to be on team J Mont. EVERYONE should want to be on team J Mont but, everyone is too scared to go up against the pussy ass Boss and his friends. Right now, I have my little sister and family in Amber Mansley, the X Division Champion. But after that, I have no idea what the plan is. But that changed when my agent set this all up for tonight.
J Mont looks over at Jenny who has no idea what he is talking about with setting this all up.
Jenny soaks it all in, all of what JMONT is saying, and after a brief pause…
Jenny: YAY! Hehehehehe.
JMONT smiles as well.
Jenny: Glad to know they suck, and glad to know you’re confident going into War Games. I know you probably can’t tell me, at least tell me on air in front of all of these safe-space morons, but I gotta shooooot my shot. Who else ya gonna pick to round out your team?!
JMONT looks back at Jenny with a serious look on his face. The smile on Jenny’s face goes away because she knows that look on J Mont’s face is one of a sinister look which means bad things could be happening.
Flash Rotten: It was only a matter of time before these 2 BIG EGO’S got on one another's nerves. Jenny asked a question that J Mont has no answer for. Team Devlin is going to be stacked and loaded. No one wants to be on a team with J Mont and TFO!
Derrick Diamond: Anyone that turns down a chance to work with The Fortunate Ones and J Mont, really needs to have their head examined. Because it's like they had a few bricks thrown by Kevin McCalister off a roof building in New York City and they got crushed with them like Marv did. This is a golden chance for a select few.
JMONT reaches inside his suit jacket. Jenny jumps out of her seat because she has no idea what J Mont is pulling out. It could be a gun. It could be a metal pipe. It could be a set of brass knuckles. When it comes to J Mont, you just never know what is going to happen until it happens and that is what makes him one of the most dangerous men in the industry today. While Jenny looks on, J Mont’s arm comes out of his suit jacket and it's a small ring box of some sort.
Derrick Diamond: I thought J Mont was a happily married man! What is going on here? I'm a big fan of Mia and J Mont. I don't want to see them go down the same path as Tom Cruise and Nicole Kidman. Or even Brad Pitt and Jennifer Anniston. J Mont and Mia’s love story is like Zach and Kelly. It's meant to be forever.
Flash Rotten: I am surprised their marriage lasted this long. J Mont has a reputation of being a player. A dog. A man whore. This is all new to him and it's probably driving him crazy now. I bet right now, he wishes he could take Jenny Myst home.
Derrick Diamond: Don't you ever wish that Karma on the MONT’S. They are the Royalty family of this industry.
JMONT looks over to Jenny and assures her that everything is going to be OK. Jenny takes a seat back in her chair as J Mont walks right up to the front of her. The fans want to know what is going on right now. Jenny looks completely lost and confused right now. J Mont looks back at the camera and gives it a sinister smirk. Then his attention focuses back on the lovely Jenny.
J Mont: You asked me who I would be rounding out my team with. Well, right now myself and Amber are the start of the Dream Team. You mentioned Rocco, but I had a talk with my cousin and he is going to sit this one out so he can FOCUS on the Bloodbath Division since it seems Barrows and Daniels have it out for him and the rest of The Fortunate Ones. So, that leaves 3 more spots on Team Mont. Everyone is under the assumption that Cholo is coming on board because thats my boy and he has my back, but i have no comment on that right now. But, while we are here, maybe, just maybe I should ask or announce who the 3rd member of Team Mont will be. What do you think?
JMONT looks toward Jenny to see what her reaction will be after his statement.
Jenny: By all means! Breaking news is ALWAYS welcome!
JMONT takes a deep breath, as he looks into the eyes of Jenny Myst. Not sure if that is a good thing or a bad thing, but their eyes are locked in on one another. J Mont gets down on 1 KNEE.
Flash Rotten: What the HELL is this?!
Derrick Diamond: We are about to witness a special moment!
Jenny gasps. And as she does, J Mont holds up that ring box for Jenny to see. The fans are in disbelief at what they are about to witness. We are sure that everyone in the back and watching at home did not expect this either. J Mont is about to make his move.
J Mont: You know Jenny, I have been here in the WGWF since DAY 1. I am only one of the few men that can claim they defeated Mac Bane here, which I did cleanly on the first show of the relaunch. From that point on, I have been watching and scouting talent to see who fits the family and would be a good ally to have with me. I watched what my bestie did with that TV title and made it relevant and showed the world why she is the Heel of the year. Shout out to you Sonya Benson. But, now that she is gone, it does leave a hole in me but times change and things change. I have been watching you, and not in the way all these PERVS in Seattle are thinking. You have the IT FACTOR. You are just like us. You have been FORTUNATE enough to be blessed with looks and talent. So, let me cut to the chase. I have this ring box here for you tonight.
Flash Rotten: Oh cut to the dam chase already! We have been on the air for almost an hour!
Derrick Diamond: Shhh. He’s about to propose.
Flash Rotten: Does the concession stand sell Pepto?
J Mont holds the box up to Jenny. Looking into her eyes, J Mont smiles which is a very rare thing for him to do.
J Mont: Jenny Myst. Would you do the honor and be…………………..
The fans are letting J Mont have it now. The NO chants. The Mia Chants. They do not want to see this happen.
J Mont: The 3rd MEMBER OF TEAM MONT?
Jenny’s eyes go wide as she fans herself with her hand for a moment, putting on the theatrics.
A single tear runs down her eye.
Jenny: “I DO!”
Derrick Diamond: Awww…..such a precious moment!
Flash Rotten: Don't you realize what this means you mongoloid? JMONT, MANSLEY, a rumored CHOLO and now JENNY FREAKING MYST! THIS IS TERRIBLE NEWS!
Jenny takes the ringpop out of the box and puts it on her finger, sniffling, and crying.
Just then……
Colossus's music hits.
Ring Announcer: Introducing first, from Van Meter, Iowa, he is billed as the Van Meter Monster......accompanied by Dick Trickle, and weighing in a 500 pounds........COLOSSUS!
Colossus comes to the ring with Dick, eyeing his new friend Jenny the entire time. She claps and giggles, jumping up and down.
As the anticipation in the arena reached a fever pitch, the spotlight shifted to the entrance ramp where a confident figure emerged. It was none other than JMONT, a seasoned veteran and a mentor figure, making his presence known. The crowd buzzed with excitement and curiosity as JMONT casually walked to ringside, carrying a folding chair in one hand. He unfolded the chair and took a seat, crossing his arms behind his head in a relaxed posture, signaling his intent to watch the upcoming match closely.
Derrick Diamond: It looks like JMONT is gonna sit ringside and watch this match in person!
Flash Rotten: Oh goodie! What have we done to deserve this treat?!
The arena lights dimmed slightly, and the crowd’s murmurs grew louder. JMONT’s relaxed demeanor and commanding presence added an extra layer of intensity to the proceedings. All eyes were now on the entrance ramp, waiting for the first competitor to make their entrance.
The tron lights up with an image of an antique clock with all hands spinning around sporadically before the image cuts to a rapidly moving black and white grainy snow pattern and the heavy guitars of “Burning Bright” by Nine Inch Nails kick in. Red lights around the entrance curtain illuminate and out steps Maxwell Mason Stone with a golden pocket watch around his neck. He stops on the stage and looks around the venue at the crowd, smiles, then makes his march towards the ring. As he approaches the ring side area, he places his golden pocket watch on the timekeeper’s table and slides into the ring where he stands in the center and slowly ascends his arms into the air.
Derrick Diamond: This is our opening match and already it has a main event feel to it!
Flash Rotten: It's just another chapter as we hurdle towards War Games! This is Monday Night Brawl, Derrick, every match is huge!
Just then
Devlin walks out onto the ramp but there is no ring announcement. The camera shows JMONT is on the apron, and he is tugging at the ring announcer, whispering something. The ring announcer is saying "No. No I am not saying that!"
JMONT pulls a wad of cash out of his pocket and hands it to the ring announcer. "SAY IT!"
Ring Announcer: *sigh* Making his way to the ring, from Sedona, Arizona, he is the FORMER WGWF Intercontinental Champion.......Devlin Knight!
Devlin hits the ring. JMONT holds up his IC title, taunting Devlin. Devlin is on the middle rope and sharing words back with him. There is a lot of tension.
Derrick Diamond: These two could come to blows right here!
Flash Rotten: Oh there is no way they are waiting until War Games to scrap, D!
Just as Mont sits down with his title, blowing off Devlin, the WGWF theme music hits.
Jack Daniels steps out onto the stage, flanked by a team of security personnel. The crowd murmured in confusion and anticipation, wondering what had prompted the GM's appearance.
Jack Daniels raised a microphone to his lips, and his authoritative voice boomed through the arena. "JMONT, I need your attention," he began, his tone leaving no room for argument. JMONT, who was still seated comfortably at ringside, unfolded his arms and sat up, his expression a mix of annoyance and curiosity.
"JMONT," Daniels continued, "I appreciate your interest in watching Jenny Myst compete, but I have reason to believe that your presence here is more of a distraction and potential disruption than a supportive gesture." The crowd buzzed, some fans cheering the GM's decision, others booing in support of JMONT.
Jack Daniels gestured towards the security team. "Therefore, I am banning you from ringside for the duration of this match. You don't have to leave the arena, but you must watch this match from the backstage area." The crowd reacted with a mix of surprise and approval, understanding the gravity of the situation.
JMONT stood up, his face contorted with frustration. He started to argue, but Daniels cut him off. "And because I don't trust you to behave yourself, let me make this perfectly clear: if you get involved in this match in any way, shape, or form that causes a disruption or leads to Team Devlin/Stone losing, Jenny Myst will be disqualified and become ineligible to participate on your team for War Games."
Derrick Diamond: WOW! CAN HE DO THAT?!!!
Flash Rotten: He is the General Manager OF COURSE he can do that!
The stakes were now crystal clear, and the crowd gasped at the severe consequences laid out by the GM. JMONT looked around, clearly beside himself with anger, but he knew better than to test Jack Daniels' patience. After a tense moment, he reluctantly nodded, accepting the terms.
"Good," Daniels said, a satisfied smile on his face. "Now, security, please escort JMONT to the back." The security team moved in, surrounding JMONT and guiding him up the ramp. JMONT glared at Daniels and the crowd, clearly unhappy but compliant. As he reached the top of the ramp, he turned one last time to look at Jenny Myst, who was watching from the ring with a mixture of concern and determination.
Derrick Diamond: We need a commercial break after all this, we'll be right back!
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Derrick Diamond: And we're back, this match is underway!
The bell rang, and Devlin Knight and Jenny Myst started things off. They circled each other warily before locking up in the center of the ring. Devlin quickly transitioned into a side headlock, using his strength to control Jenny. She struggled for a moment before pushing him into the ropes, trying to gain some momentum. Devlin rebounded and knocked her down with a shoulder tackle, showing his dominance early on.
Jenny quickly got back to her feet, a sly smile on her face. She charged at Devlin, who attempted another shoulder tackle, but this time, Jenny ducked under and hit the ropes. She came back with a flying forearm that caught Devlin off guard, sending him staggering backward. Jenny capitalized with a quick arm drag, then another, keeping Devlin off balance.
Devlin, showing his resilience, got up and countered her next move with a snap suplex, regaining control. He dragged Jenny to his corner and tagged in Mason Maxwell Stone. Stone, known for his technical expertise, entered the ring and immediately went to work on Jenny's arm, twisting it into a wrist lock. Jenny winced in pain but managed to flip herself out of the hold and counter with a dropkick to Stone’s knee.
Stone staggered, giving Jenny enough time to tag in Colossus. The crowd erupted as the giant stepped over the ropes, his sheer size intimidating Stone. Colossus advanced, and Stone, using his agility, ducked under a massive clothesline attempt. He hit the ropes and came back with a dropkick, but it barely moved Colossus.
Flash Rotten: Like running into a brick wall
Colossus grabbed Stone by the throat and lifted him for a chokeslam, but Stone managed to counter in mid-air with a DDT, planting Colossus face-first into the mat. The crowd roared as Stone quickly applied an armbar, trying to wear down the bigger man. Colossus gritted his teeth, using his immense strength to power out of the hold and lift Stone, slamming him down with authority.
Derrick Diamond: He just lifted a fully grown man up, with one arm, out of an arm bar........that power is scary!
Stone crawled to his corner, tagging in Devlin, who immediately went after Colossus, hitting him with a series of punches and kicks. Colossus absorbed the blows and retaliated with a thunderous spinebuster that shook the ring. Colossus went for a pin, but Devlin kicked out at two, showing his resilience.
Jenny Myst, sensing the momentum shift, tagged herself in by slapping the big man on the back and went after Devlin with a flurry of strikes. She hit a spinning heel kick, knocking Devlin down, and followed up with a quick leg drop. She went for the pin, but Devlin kicked out at one, showing his determination.
Devlin fought back, delivering a sharp European uppercut that sent Jenny reeling. He tagged in Stone, who entered the ring with a springboard elbow drop, connecting perfectly with Jenny. Stone went for a quick pin, but Jenny kicked out at two. Stone, undeterred, lifted Jenny for a vertical suplex, but she slipped out of his grasp and countered with a neckbreaker.
Both wrestlers lay on the mat, catching their breath. Jenny crawled to her corner and tagged in Colossus, who stormed into the ring. Stone, showing no fear, charged at Colossus but was met with a devastating big boot. Colossus lifted Stone and threw him into the corner, unleashing a series of body blows that left Stone gasping for air.
Colossus lifted Stone onto the top turnbuckle, setting him up for a superplex. Devlin, seeing his partner in trouble, rushed in and hit Colossus from behind, breaking the giant's grip. Stone capitalized, hitting a missile dropkick that sent Colossus sprawling. Stone and Devlin then hit a double suplex on Colossus, showcasing their teamwork.
Jenny Myst, not to be outdone, re-entered the fray and took down both Stone and Devlin with a double dropkick. The match devolved into chaos, with all four competitors exchanging blows. Jenny hit a hurricanrana on Devlin, sending him crashing into the turnbuckle. She then turned her attention to Stone, hitting a spinning DDT that left him dazed.
Derrick Diamond: Back to back moves here for Myst, who has re-taken this match over!
Colossus, recovering from the double suplex, got back to his feet and grabbed both Stone and Devlin, smashing their heads together. He then lifted Devlin for a powerbomb, but Devlin countered with a hurricanrana, sending Colossus into the ropes. Devlin and Stone hit a double superkick on Colossus, staggering the big man.
Jenny, seeing her partner in trouble, climbed to the top rope and launched herself at Devlin with a crossbody. Devlin caught her in mid-air, showing his strength, but Jenny wriggled free and rolled him up for a near fall. Devlin kicked out at two and immediately locked in a crossface, trying to make Jenny submit. She screamed in pain but refused to tap, inching her way to the ropes.
Colossus, shaking off the superkicks, broke up the hold with a massive leg drop on Devlin. Stone, seizing the moment, hit a springboard kick on Colossus, but the giant barely flinched. Colossus grabbed Stone and threw him out of the ring with ease, turning his attention back to Devlin.
Jenny, sensing the opportunity, hit Devlin with a running knee strike, followed by her signature move, MYSTFY (Sister Abigail). The crowd gasped as she went for the pin, but Devlin, showing incredible heart, kicked out at the last second. The arena erupted in disbelief and cheers for Devlin's resilience.
Jenny, frustrated but determined, tagged in Colossus. The giant entered the ring and immediately lifted Devlin onto his shoulders, setting up for a powerbomb. Devlin, fighting with everything he had, rained down punches on Colossus' head, trying to escape. Stone, back on the apron, tagged himself in and hit a flying elbow on Colossus, breaking the hold.
Stone and Devlin, working together, managed to hit a double DDT on Colossus, bringing the big man down. They then turned their attention to Jenny, hitting her with a double suplex. The crowd was on their feet, sensing the tide turning in favor of Devlin and Stone.
Jenny, resilient and crafty, rolled out of the ring to catch her breath. Colossus, slowly getting up, was met with a flurry of kicks from Devlin and Stone. They managed to lift him for a double team move, but Colossus powered out, throwing them both across the ring.
Colossus, roaring in anger, grabbed Stone and delivered a brutal powerbomb. Devlin, refusing to back down, hit a running knee strike on Colossus, followed by a superkick.
Flash Rotten: Back and forth we go! This match is chaotic!
Derrick Diamond: It's anyone's ballgame right now. JMONT has to be sweating buckets back there watching this!
Mason Maxwell Stone, now fully recovered, reached out for the tag, and Devlin managed to crawl to their corner, slapping Stone's hand. Stone leaped over the ropes and charged at Colossus, hitting him with a flying forearm. Colossus staggered but didn't go down. Stone hit the ropes again and came back with a second flying forearm, this time knocking the giant off balance.
Sensing an opportunity, Stone climbed to the top rope, looking to hit a high-risk move. He launched himself with a diving crossbody, but Colossus caught him in mid-air, demonstrating his raw power. Colossus transitioned into a fallaway slam, sending Stone crashing to the mat. The impact was brutal, and the crowd winced in sympathy.
Jenny Myst, still the legal participant from her team, tagged herself back in, eager to capitalize on Colossus' dominance. She entered the ring and immediately went after Stone, hitting a running dropkick to his head. Stone was dazed, and Jenny quickly applied a front facelock, trying to wear him down further.
Stone, showing his resilience, fought back, managing to lift Jenny and drop her with a back body drop. Both competitors were down, and the crowd clapped and cheered, urging them to make their respective tags. Stone began crawling towards Devlin, while Jenny made her way to Colossus.
Jenny reached Colossus first, and the giant re-entered the ring with renewed energy. Stone, just inches from Devlin, was grabbed by the ankle and dragged back to the center of the ring by Colossus. Stone twisted and turned, kicking at Colossus, trying to break free. With a final desperate effort, Stone managed to kick Colossus in the face, creating enough space to dive and tag in Devlin.
Devlin Knight exploded into the ring, charging at Colossus with a series of forearms and kicks. He hit the ropes and came back with a flying knee strike, catching Colossus on the jaw. The big man staggered, and Devlin quickly followed up with a springboard dropkick, finally bringing Colossus down to one knee.
Seeing an opportunity, Devlin called out to Stone, who climbed the turnbuckle. Together, they executed a double-team move, with Devlin hitting a basement dropkick while Stone came off the top with a missile dropkick. Colossus was floored, and Devlin quickly went for the pin. The referee's hand slapped the mat once, twice, but Colossus powered out at two, sending Devlin flying.
Jenny Myst, back on the apron, screamed encouragement at her partner. She wanted to get back in the ring, but Colossus needed to recover. Devlin, sensing the match was reaching a critical point, tagged Stone back in. They lifted Colossus for a double suplex, straining with the effort but managing to execute the move, much to the crowd's amazement.
Derrick Diamond: My god the ring shook! That echoed throughout the arena!
Flash Rotten: That's a 500 pound man succumbing to gravity, D!
Stone went for the pin, but Colossus kicked out at two, showing his incredible resilience. Stone, not wasting any time, locked in a crossface, trying to wear the big man down. Colossus roared in pain but refused to tap, using his immense strength to crawl towards the ropes.
With Colossus inching closer to the ropes, Jenny Myst saw her chance. She climbed the turnbuckle, looking to break the hold with a high-risk move. As she leapt off for a crossbody, Devlin intercepted her in mid-air, catching her and slamming her down with a thunderous spinebuster. The crowd erupted in cheers for the incredible counter.
Derrick Diamond: High impact move! And Myst may be broken damn well in half!
Flash: But is the monster gonna tap here?!
Colossus, now mere inches from the ropes, used his last bit of strength to reach out and grab the bottom rope, forcing Stone to break the hold. Stone, exhausted but determined, dragged Colossus back to the center of the ring. He signaled for Devlin, and they prepared for another double-team maneuver.
Devlin climbed to the top rope, ready to deliver a high-impact move, but Colossus, summoning his incredible power, burst to his feet and grabbed Devlin by the throat. With one arm, he lifted Devlin off the turnbuckle and slammed him to the mat with a chokeslam. Stone charged at Colossus, but the giant caught him with a big boot, flooring him instantly.
Jenny Myst, recovering from the spinebuster, tagged herself in once more, wincing and in obvious discomfort. She climbed the turnbuckle as Colossus positioned Stone and Devlin in the center of the ring. With a roar, Colossus stacked both men on top of each other, then climbed to the middle rope, lifting Jenny onto his shoulders.
The crowd held their breath as Jenny balanced on Colossus' shoulders, then launched herself off, executing a perfect Identity Crisis (Rounding Moonsault) onto Mason Maxwell Stone. Devlin, who was on top, rolled off at the last second. The impact was devastating, but Jenny realized Devlin didn't take the impact also.
Devlin, still full of energy and determination, sprang to his feet behind Colossus. He seized the moment, spinning the big man around and delivering a thunderous DEVine Intervention (V-Trigger) right to Colossus' jaw. The impact sent Colossus reeling back into the corner, his massive frame slumping against the turnbuckles as he tried to regain his bearings.
Seeing Colossus temporarily incapacitated, Devlin turned his attention to Jenny Myst, who was still recovering from her missed moonsault. With a fierce look of determination, he lifted Jenny, setting her up for his devastating finisher, the Knightmare (Stormbreaker). He hoisted her onto his shoulders, preparing to deliver the final blow.
However, Jenny Myst was not done yet. Using her agility and ring awareness, she managed to wriggle out of Devlin's grasp just as he was about to execute the move. She twisted her body, bending Devlin backward and catching him in an awkward position. The crowd gasped, sensing what was coming next.
With a swift and fluid motion, Jenny hooked Devlin's head and executed MYSTFY (Sister Abigail), driving his face into the mat with incredible force. The impact was devastating, and Devlin lay motionless on the canvas as Jenny quickly went for the cover. She hooked his leg, and the referee dropped to the mat to make the count.
Derrick Diamond: MYSTFY! AND SHE GOT ALL OF IT!
The crowd counted along with the referee's hand:
"One!
Two!
Three!"
DING DING DING DING DING!
Ring Announcer: HERE ARE YOUR WINNERS...........COLOSSUS AND JENNY MYSSSST!
Derrick Diamond: MYST PINNED DEVLIN!
Flash Rotten: But she needed all the help in the world from a 500 pound monster!
Dressed in his signature attire, JMONT walked out onto the stage, a proud smile on his face. He started clapping, showing his appreciation for the hard-fought victory that Jenny Myst and Colossus had just achieved.
The crowd's reaction was mixed, with some fans cheering for JMONT's show of respect and others still wary of his intentions. JMONT made his way down the ramp, his eyes fixed on the ring where Jenny was on knee, holding her back.
In the ring, Jenny Myst, wincing from the brutal match she had just endured, looked up and saw JMONT clapping. She gave a weary but appreciative nod in his direction, acknowledging his support. Despite the pain and exhaustion etched on her face, there was a sense of satisfaction and pride in her eyes.
Derrick Diamond: Myst pinned Devlin......the first shot of War Games has been fired!
Flash Rotten: Myst is Team Mont! What will Devlin's counter be? Whose get gonna get to counter this?!
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Winners by pinfall: Jenny Myst and Colossus
Time: 17: 52
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A Voice can be heard over the PA systems of the Arena.
VOICE: Ladies and Gentleman, tonight is your lucky night. We all know that you are broke ass bitches and have no money. We are all pretty sure you didnt pay your light bills and car insurance bills, just so you could be here tonight, but for a measly 99 cents, we have the gift for you. On every floor, and outside the arena, you can own your own WGWF Superstar shirt, of the one and only.
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Derrick Diamond: Look at how generous The Fortunate Ones are. They paid Brawl for an Advertisement. That's good business.
Flash Rotten: John Cable is not going to like this one bit. And I know John very well. Keep poking the bear and watch what happens.
Derrick Diamond: For 99 cents, you can be a part of that bear Flash!
*Ding ding ding*
As soon as the bell rings, King rushes forward, leaping at Cable with an attempted European uppercut. But Cable’s veteran instincts are ready for it, as he sidesteps the shot, then grabs the off-balance King and lifts him up, delivering a cobra clutch slam! King rolls away in pain, dropping to his feet outside of the ring. Cable walks over to the ropes, looking out and shaking his head at King, who is rubbing the back of his head. Cable then turns to walk away, but King reaches through the ropes, grabbing Cable’s leg and tripping him up, before dragging Cable out of the ring! Cable slides out next to King, looking surprised, as there aren’t too many wrestlers who can move him around like that. King immediately meets him with a strike to the head, staggering him, but Cable fires right back, and the two men are swinging away right next to the fans outside!
DERRICK DIAMOND: This one is starting hot!
FLASH ROTTEN: This match is so important for Gideon King, because he wants to climb his way to the top. But Cable wants to stay there, even if it’s on a new brand, the best brand.
Cable knocks King back into the railing, with King trying to recover. As Cable charges at him, King comes forward, lowering a shoulder and catching Cable, lifting him up and driving the large man backwards into the side of the apron! King then finally manages to score his European uppercut, knocking Cable down to a knee on the outside. The referee is yelling at both men, wanting them to get back inside and get this match under control. Neither man appears to be listening, as King brings Cable up, and then sets him for a suplex, working to lift him up… but Cable is able to block it, using the apron for support, before then taking King backwards with his OWN suplex on the outside!! King groans, holding his back, as Cable pulls himself up, feeling the effects himself
Cable walks over, grabbing hold of King’s legs… and twisting him into a clover leaf leg lock on the outside!! King is yelling out, trying to find a way to get free, but there are no ropes for him to escape to. At the same time, the referee isn’t bothering to check for a submission, as he’s instead started his 10 count, yelling it out so that Cable can hear it. When the referee reaches 5, Cable releases the hold, turning around and grabbing the hurting King. He hauls him up, rolling King into the ring, before following behind him to make sure that neither man is counted out. He gets up, looking confident, as he reaches down towards King… and King immediately catches him in a roll-up, holding Cable’s shoulders down!!
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Cable kicks out with force, keeping this contest going.
DERRICK DIAMOND: King nearly stole this one with that pin.
FLASH ROTTEN: Cable should have just kept that submission on until the count of 9, and then dive under the ropes.
DERRICK DIAMOND: Cable doesn’t want to win that way.
FLASH ROTTEN: A win is a win and I won’t hear anything different.
The two wrestlers are back up now, with Cable landing a heavy blow to the side to stagger King. Cable then locks him up, showing off his own power by getting King into the air and taking him down with a press slam back breaker drop!! King rolls away, trying again to leave the ring, but this time Cable stops him by the legs, turning King around… and guillotining him on the bottom rope by falling backwards! King bounces in agony, holding his throat, with Cable getting up and dragging King back so he can make the cover…
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And King kicks out in time. Cable nods, getting right back up, and pulls King up off of the mat. He whips King hard into the turnbuckle, rattling King’s head. Cable then comes in after him for a clothesline, but King ducks at the last second, causing Cable to miss. He hits the turnbuckle, but catches himself, spinning around. But King catches Cable before he can regroup, lifting Cable up onto his shoulder in a massive display of strength, before running forward and landing a running powerslam!! King lays on top of Cable, breathing heavily, as the referee slides in for the count…
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But Cable gets himself out of it, raising his shoulder!
DERRICK DIAMOND: These could arguably be two of the strongest pound-for-pound wrestlers in the WGWF, and we’re getting to see it on display here today!
FLASH ROTTEN: Strength isn’t all that matters, though, Derrick. I, myself, rely on endurance.
DERRICK DIAMOND: … You? Endurance?
FLASH ROTTEN: You’d be surprised how long I can run away from an attacker…
King has Cable back up now, grabbing him from behind and taking him over with a German suplex. He lands it, but doesn’t let go, lifting Cable back up. He hits a second German, rattling Cable, and then lifts him up once again, going for a third. But Cable manages to break King’s grip, reversing himself around, and HE takes KING over for the third German suplex!! King hits hard, rolling onto his stomach, while Cable lays there for a moment, trying to recover. The fans are loving the hard-hitting maneuvers, cheering on both men. A cross chant rings out, saying “Let’s Go Cable, Come On King! Let’s Go Cable, Come On King!!”
Cable is able to get up first, staggering over to King. King lashes out, though, hitting a forearm shot that rocks Cable back. King then comes after him, raising his arms to grab the wrestler, but Cable boots King in the gut, doubling him over. Cable then locks King into place, looking around at the cheering crowd for a moment before shaking his head and lifting King into the air, landing a belly to back powerbomb!! King’s down, with Cable pulling himself around to make the cover, looking at the referee to do their job. The referee slides into position for the count…
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THR-but King fights out of it!
DERRICK DIAMOND: John Cable is really putting on a show here tonight!
FLASH ROTTEN: I wonder if he thinks Enigma might be watching?
DERRICK DIAMOND: He shouldn’t even worry about that. He’s a member of the Brawl roster now.
FLASH ROTTEN: He still wants that Smash Championship, though…
With King looking out of it, Cable sets to the side, ready to start up The Darkest Hour. He steps in, looking to grab King and lift him up, but King, showing some surprising agility, does a flip out of it, managing to land behind Cable. Cable tries to readjust, but King catches him, bringing Cable down with a tigerbomb!!! The crowd goes wild as King pulls himself up, holding his shoulder, but looking like he’s gotten a new dose of adrenaline. As Cable struggles up, King steps over to him, getting Cable into the air and landing a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker!!! Everyone is on their feet after that move, with King making the cover on the aching Cable…
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THRE-No! Cable is able to get a shoulder up in time! King grabs at his head, thinking that he had it, but the referee keeps flashing two fingers at him, making sure he knows that this one is still going. King gets up, trying to control his emotions at having come so close. He pulls Cable up, no, Cable with a jawbreaker, sending King reeling away! Cable holds his own head from the move, having sacrificed himself to get free. He struggles back to his feet, seeing King leaning on the ropes. Cable rushes in, as if to clothesline King out of the ring, but King slides aside, avoiding it, and then catches Cable from behind, pulling him down into a Dragon Bite submission!!!! Cable’s struggling violently to get free, as King works hard to hold him place, wanting to knock Cable unconscious!!
DERRICK DIAMOND: Gideon King is pulling out all the stops in this one!!
FLASH ROTTEN: I don’t think I’ve ever seen him use this submission! But he’s way too close to the ropes…
As the referee checks on Cable, seeing if he wants to submit, Cable starts rocking them from side to side, still fighting heavily to get free. He manages to reach out to his right, and after a few more attempts, clutches at the bottom rope, forcing the break. At least, officially, as King keeps the hold locked in. The referee starts a 5 count, warning King that he’s going to be disqualified. Finally, King drops the hold, rolling away from the hurting Cable. King slaps the mat, frustrated at the call of the ref, whether it was right or wrong. King gets himself up, though, wanting to finish this one. He steps in, grabbing at Cable, no, this time Cable pulls King into a pin!!! The referee, startled, gets in place as fast as he can…
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THRE-No!! King is able to get free in time!! He pops up, furious, and leaps onto Cable with a double foot stomp, smashing into Cable’s ribs!!! Cable contracts from the pain, aching, as King gets back to his feet. King shakes his head at Cable, pointing down at him, before grabbing him to haul him to his feet. King then gets under Cable, lifting him up for Checkmate (GTS), holding him easily on his shoulders! But cable starts slamming elbows back into King’s head, staggering him, and eventually causing him to drop Cable to the mat. Cable then grabs hold of King, dropping him with a forward Russian leg sweep!!! Both wrestlers are down now, with the crowd still cheering on both of them.
DERRICK DIAMOND: We’ve got a great one brewing here! Two athletes who are showing that they belong on Monday Night Brawl!
FLASH ROTTEN: Who’s going to land the last hit?
Both wrestlers are stirring now, getting up as the referee does a count above them. They both are able to get up at the same time, turning painfully towards each other. Cable fires the first shot, answered by King, and the two land some staggering blows, with the crowd woo’ing for each punch. Cable lands the last one, sending King falling back to the ropes. As King comes forward, Cable grabs hold of him, lifting King up for The Darkest Hour!! No, King fights free, landing on his feet, and starts to get Cable up instead for Checkmate!! Cable blocks it, though, sliding off of King, then kicking him, wanting to go for The Waking Nightmare!! But King lifts Cable up, throwing him overhead with a backdrop, avoiding the maneuver!
With Cable struggling to get up, King staggers over him, grabbing at his arms and trying to twist him into position for the Abdication submission hold!! But Cable won’t go down, managing to sweep King’s feet out from under him, getting himself free! King fights back to his feet, with Cable there, lifting him up, only for King to once again pull free, catching Cable with a rocking uppercut, sending him backwards to the ropes. King then rushes to the other side of the ring, gaining momentum against the ropes, before charging right at Cable… who catches him in mid-leap, getting King into the air and scoring The Darkest Hour!!!!! The crowd loses it as Cable painfully makes the cover, with the referee doing the honors…
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WINNER VIA PINFALL: JOHNATHAN CABLE
Match Time: 11:26
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DERRICK DIAMOND: What a final series of maneuvers there!!
FLASH ROTTEN: I really thought King was going to put him away there at the end, but Cable is too damn crafty. He can really pull that Darkest Hour out of nowhere!
DERRICK DIAMOND: A great showing by both men, letting us know what’s in store for their futures here at Monday Night Brawl!
Cable is on his feet now, getting his arm raised, as he looks over at where King is trying to get up. We cut away.
A Voice can be heard over the PA systems of the Arena.
VOICE: Ladies and Gentleman, we are back and have another deal for you. If you cannot afford to spend 300, 500, 1000 or 5000 on a tattoo, we have the deal for you. Mason Stunn, a tattoo artist and one of the best on the west coast will be taking clients for the next 6 months. Anything you want done will be 69 PERCENT OFF if you mention The Fortunate Ones to him. Do not miss out on this chance to take advantage of this deal and get the tattoo of your dreams. John Gable made sure he didn't miss this opportunity!
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VOICE: Show the ones you love how much they mean to you. John Gable and Lexi Fold are the first to show their love for one another. Maybe Devlin Knight and Max Stone can get their asses tattooed with eachothers faces on them since they love to be up one anothers ass everyday.
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Derrick Diamond: More money for Brawl. The Fortunate Ones making sure we stay on the air because Jack Daniels sure ain't.
Flash Rotten: When J Mont is gone, I am sure you are right behind him.
Derrick Diamond: Sounds like you want to up Jack Daniels Ass!!!!
Derrick Diamond: I am getting word that something is going on in the back.
Flash Rotten: Everyone is getting ready for War Games, so it’s going down now in the ring and in the back.
Derrick Diamond: Everyone is overthinking this and working too hard. Team J Mont is going to win the War.
Before Flash Rotten can say another word, the camera’s pick up in the back, John Gable along with Paul Page and Paula Page. What a trio we got here right now.
JOHN GABLE!
PAULA PAGE!
PAUL PAGE!
PAUL PAGE: OK, so this is the plan. J Mont supposedly has a lot of heat on him right now from the whole Barrows office on fire incident. Barrows has his lawyers and authorities looking into it. So, he left me in charge to make sure everything goes to plan here.
JOHN GABLE: Can you hurry this up Page. I have to take the worst shit in the world. This Mexican food is not sitting well. I think this dump might be worse than Barrows Office.
PAULA PAGE: Why am I here?
PAUL PAGE: I really have no idea. J Mont said to have you here and to be a part of the plan.
JOHN GABLE: HURRY UP!!!!!!! I gotta shit!!!!!
Paul Page finally walks over to the door where it reads:
OFFICE OF JACK DANIELS
Paul opens the door, which once again was not locked. These General Managers are not smart at all. John Gable and Paula follow them into the office. John Gable speed walks like a Penguin as he waddles over to the chair of Jack Daniels.
PAUL PAGE: Do the damn business John.
JOHN GABLE: Hold your noses because this one is going to smell as bad as when Lexi Gold opens her legs.
PAULA PAGE: Lexi needs to try that Lume Deodorant if she smells that bad down below.
PAUL PAGE: John Cable doesn't care about that. He is happy to get his hands on any woman that shows him any interest. That shit could smell like expired milk, and he is all in.
JOHN GABLE: I am about to Blow!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
If you thought Harry Dunne was shitting his brains out in Dumb and Dumber, he has nothing on John Gable. The sounds that Paul and Paula hear are horrific and frightening. After a few moments, John Gable hops down off the chair. Just like last time, he needs to wipe his ass and grabs some papers off of Jack Daniels desk. Without even looking to see what they are, John Gable wipes his ass and then throws the destroyed shit papers back onto the desk of Jack Daniels. Paula is disgusted. Paul is laughing. John Gable feels 10 pounds lighter.
PAUL PAGE: God damn, that truly smells worse than the dumps of Staten Island.
PAULA PAGE: Please lord, save my nose hairs.
JOHN GABLE: That’s not all. We all know what is next!
Paula Page grabs the name plate off the desk that says Jack Daniels-GM. Still, with all the bad smell from the shit on their chair from John Gable, they are all still in the office and it looks as if Paula is about to sing a little here.
PAULA PAGE: HARRY TRUMAN. DORIS DAY. RED CHINA. JOHNNY RAY. WALTER WINCHELL. JOE DIMAGGIO. JOE MCCARTHY. RICHARD NIXON. STUDEBAKER. TELEVISION NORTH KOREA, SOUTH KOREA. MARILYN MONROE. JAMES RAVEN. CHRIS PAGE. CANDICE PAGE. JONATHAN BARROWS. JACK DANIELS.
WE DIDN'T START THE FIRE. IT WAS ALWAYS BURNING SINCE THE WORLDS BEEN TURNING. WE DIDN'T START THE FIRE. NO WE DIDN'T LIGHT IT BUT WE TRIED TO FIGHT IT!
Derrick Diamond: We need Paula Page to sign the national anthem at the next Brawl.
Flash Rotten: You realize what is about to happen, don't you?
Derrick Diamond: Someone needs to be like Wyclef Jean and call 911!
Paul Page signals for John Gable and Paula Page to leave the office. Paul then pulls out a lighter from his pocket. As he looks around the room, seeing what he can light, he spots a picture of Jack Daniels and some woman. With a smile on his face, Paul takes it off the wall and drops it onto the pile of shit on the chair. Paul proceeds to grab a stack of papers off the desk of Daniels as well. He lights the papers and puts it on top of the picture frame as the flame begins to burn and the smell is getting out of hand. Paul runs to the door and before he leaves, he bends down to pick up a bottle of lighter fluid. HOW DID THAT GET THERE? Paul grabs the bottle and walks back a little and sprays near the desk where the chair is. The flames are getting bigger now. TIME TO GO!
PAUL PAGE: SHIT, I wanna keep my eyebrows and nose hairs. Time to get the fuck out of DODGE!
Paul Page runs out of the office, leaving the door open so people realize what is going on and that Jack Daniels can be made aware of what is going on in his office. With John Gable, Paula Page and Paul Page standing outside the office, you see a figure walking towards them with a smirk on his face.
J MONT: I see you found the lighter fluid I left you. Great job guys. You all get a bonus. Now, get out of here and we will chat later on.
The 3 Stooges run off and are gone. The fire is burning and the smell is out of this world terrible. The smoke is starting to get into the hallway, and J Mont is just standing there.
J MONT: Jack Daniels. You did this to yourself. You could have not drafted me and let me stay on Smash with my Fortunate Ones, or you could have drafted all of us and never had any issues. But, you chose wrong on that part. And the icing on the cake is that everyone you drafted has it out for me and wants my head on a platter while SMASH has all my allies. Sure, you left me Cholo but im surprised you didnt draft Enigma to really piss me off. Either way, this is a reminder that you are a PIECE OF SHIT Daniels, and I hope that you go to hell for what you did. Crossing paths with J Mont and The Fortunate Ones is a path that you never wanna take.
I SAY WHAT I WANT TO SAY!
AND DO WHAT I WANT TO DO!
THERE'S NO IN BETWEEN!
PEOPLE WILL EITHER LOVE YOU FOR IT!
OR HATE YOU FOR IT!
J MONT: Jack Daniels, enjoy your shit show just like Jonathan Barrows. There is no one or no team that can stop The Fortunate Ones or what we have in store. And when you both grow the set of balls and give everyone the match they want to see in Enigma vs J Mont, i will win that SMASH title and just laugh in your faces because…..
I TOLD YOU SO ASSHOLES!
Security can be seen running down the hallway and J Mont, the cheetah he is, shoots down the opposite side of the hallway and is gone from the scene before anyone gets there. Hopefully this fire gets handled in a timely manner.
Derrick Diamond: Sounds like to me that Barrows and Daniels did this to themselves!
Flash Rotten: Are you falling for all the bull shit that J Mont is spewing from his mouth?
Derrick Diamond: He made some very valid points!
Memphis Belle: This match is set for 1 fall, with a 20 minute time limit. Making his way to the ring from Tampa Bay, Florida weighing in at 240 pounds, Chris Chaos
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.
The two men stood in the center of the ring, staring each other down. The referee called for the bell, and the match was underway.
Chaos and Blade circled each other, testing the waters with a few tentative grapples. Chaos moved in quickly, trying to gain the upper hand early, but Blade was ready. They locked up in a collar-and-elbow tie-up, each man vying for control. Chaos, with a slight height advantage, tried to overpower Blade, but Blade held his ground.
Chaos twisted into a side headlock, wrenching Blade’s neck with brutal precision. Blade grimaced but managed to push Chaos off, sending him into the ropes. Chaos rebounded, but Blade was ready, dropping to the mat to let Chaos leap over him. As Chaos hit the ropes again, Blade popped up and caught him with a perfectly executed arm drag, sending Chaos sprawling.
Chaos got to his feet quickly, shaking off the surprise. They locked eyes again, the intensity between them growing. They moved in for another lock-up, but this time Chaos delivered a sharp knee to Blade’s midsection, doubling him over. Chaos followed up with a quick snap suplex, driving Blade to the mat with authority.
Chaos wasted no time, immediately going for a cover. The referee dropped to the mat.
1!!
Blade kicked out with authority, showing he was far from finished. Chaos smirked, enjoying the challenge. He pulled Blade to his feet and whipped him into the corner, following up with a running clothesline that crushed Blade against the turnbuckles. Blade staggered out, and Chaos scooped him up for a body slam, planting him in the center of the ring.
Chaos dropped an elbow across Blade’s chest and went for another cover.
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2!!!
Blade kicked out again, the crowd cheering him on. Chaos, slightly frustrated, pulled Blade up and sent him into the ropes. As Blade came back, Chaos went for a big boot, but Blade ducked under and countered with a flying shoulder block that took Chaos down.
The momentum shifted as Blade got to his feet, his adrenaline pumping. He delivered a series of punches to Chaos, backing him into the ropes. Blade then whipped Chaos across the ring and caught him with a spinning power slam on the rebound, sending a shockwave through the ring. Blade hooked the leg for a cover.
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2!!!
Chaos powered out, showing his resilience. Blade didn’t let up, though. He pulled Chaos to his feet and lifted him for a vertical suplex, holding him in the air for a few seconds before crashing him down to the mat. Blade covered again.
1!!!
2!!!
Chaos kicked out once more, the tension in the arena building. Blade signaled to the crowd, who roared in approval. He was setting up for his finishing move, the Attitude Adjustment. He waited as Chaos slowly got to his feet. Blade hoisted Chaos onto his shoulders, but Chaos fought back, elbowing Blade in the side of the head until he was forced to release his grip.
Chaos landed on his feet and immediately went on the offensive, delivering a hard kick to Blade’s gut and following up with a DDT that spiked Blade’s head into the mat. Both men were down, the match taking its toll on them. The referee began the count.
1!!!
2!!!
3!!!!
4!!!!
Chaos stirred first, shaking off the cobwebs. He got to his feet and pulled Blade up with him, delivering a series of forearm smashes to Blade’s face. Chaos then lifted Blade onto his shoulders in a fireman’s carry, setting up for a move of his own, but Blade wriggled free and landed behind Chaos. Blade quickly turned Chaos around and delivered a powerful spinebuster, shaking the ring with the impact.
Both men were down again, breathing heavily. The crowd was on their feet, rallying behind their favorites. Blade was the first to his feet this time, pulling Chaos up with him. He whipped Chaos into the ropes, but Chaos reversed it, sending Blade into the ropes instead. As Blade came back, Chaos caught him with a spinning spinebuster of his own, driving Blade hard into the mat.
Derrick Diamond: He's setting up for it here!
Flash Rotten: The entire building knows what's coming here!
Chaos knew he had to capitalize. He stood in the corner, waiting for Blade to get up. As Blade rose to his feet, Chaos charged, delivering a devastating spear that nearly cut Blade in half. The impact was so intense that Blade’s shoes seemed to fly off, the force of the move leaving the crowd in awe.
SPEAR! SPEAR! SPEAR!!!!!
Chaos covered Blade, hooking the leg tightly.
1!!
2!!!
3!!!
The bell rang, and the match was over. The referee raised Chaos's hand in victory as his music blared through the speakers. Chaos stood tall, a fierce look of triumph on his face, while Blade lay on the mat, the effects of the grueling match evident.
Memphis Belle: "Ladies and gentlemen, here is your winner, Chris Chaos!"
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WINNER VIA PINFALL: CHRIS CHAOS
TIME: 10:18
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The crowd gave a mixed reaction, some cheering for the display of skill and determination, others booing the defeat of Blade. Chaos stood in the ring, soaking in the moment, while Blade slowly got to his feet, acknowledging the crowd's support despite the loss.
The victory announcement still echoed in the arena when the atmosphere took a sudden, dark turn. Chris Chaos, standing tall in the ring, looked down at John Blade with a malicious glint in his eye. The crowd, sensing something amiss, began to murmur in apprehension.
Chaos wasn’t finished.
As Blade struggled to get to his feet, still reeling from the punishing spear, Chaos seized him by the arm and yanked him up violently. The audience's cheers turned to gasps and boos, realizing Chaos had no intention of leaving the ring peacefully. Chaos sneered, ignoring the referee’s warnings and the pleading from the fans.
Derrick Diamond: Come on! You've won the match! You don't need to do this!
Flash Rotten: : It's Chris Chaos, D! Do you not know his track record?!
He was about to make a statement.
With a swift and brutal motion, Chaos hoisted Blade onto his shoulders, positioning him for a devastating maneuver that sent shockwaves of dread through the crowd. The Equalizer—an F5 into a tilt-a-whirl DDT—was one of the most feared moves in Chaos’s arsenal, reserved for moments when he wanted to leave a lasting impression.
EQUALIZER!
Blade, barely conscious, was helpless to resist. Chaos spun him off his shoulders, transitioning smoothly into a dizzying tilt-a-whirl before driving Blade’s head into the mat with the DDT. The impact was sickening, and Blade lay motionless, sprawled out in the center of the ring.
The crowd erupted in a mixture of boos and horrified silence. Chaos stood over Blade’s prone body, his chest heaving with adrenaline and fury. The referee, visibly shaken, checked on Blade, signaling frantically for medical assistance. Chaos, satisfied with his handiwork, finally exited the ring, but not before glaring at the jeering fans, a twisted smile playing on his lips.
As medical staff works on Blade, Chaos grabs a mic.
Chris Chaos: "Tonight was supposed to be my retirement night."
The crowd erupted in boos and chants of "You suck!" Chaos smirked, relishing the reaction.
Chris Chaos: "Yeah, that's right. In Charlotte, on Warfare, on XWF television, where it all started for me. I was supposed to walk out there, soak in the adulation, and say my goodbyes. But instead, I find myself here, in Seattle, for one last ride. Why, you ask?"
Chaos paced back and forth, his intensity building with each step.
Chris Chaos: "Because Jack Daniels had the audacity to draft me to brawl, to book me in a match with the enhancement talent, and try to take away my moment. Because Daniels thought he could challenge the king and walk away unscathed. Tonight was supposed to be about closing a chapter, but Whiskey Man, you opened a new one."
He stopped, staring directly into the camera, as if piercing through to John Blade himself.
Chris Chaos: "Blade, you and all these people saw what just happened. You felt the power of the Equalizer, and now you're lying somewhere, broken and beaten. And all these people? They think they’ve seen the worst of me? They haven’t seen anything yet."
Chaos's eyes burned with a cold fire, his voice dropping to a chilling whisper.
Chris Chaos: "I came here tonight to end my career on a high note, but you... you gave me a reason to stay. You reignited the fire, the chaos within me. So consider this a warning, Daniels. This is far from over. Every punch, every spear, every single moment of pain you saw Blade endure tonight is just the beginning. I'm not leaving this ring, this business, this company, until I've left it in ruins.”
The crowd’s boos intensified, but Chaos ignored them, his focus unwavering.
Chris Chaos: "Seattle, you may have wanted to see a hero tonight, but instead, you got me. The monster, the nightmare that won’t go away. And Blade, when you wake up and feel every ache, every pain, know that it was me who put them there. Let this be a warning to the entire WGWF roster. This is an image of your immediate future. You can thank your General Manager because you won't just be lying on a stretcher. You'll be begging for mercy.
Jack Daniels, their WGWF blood is on your hands."
Drops mic and exits ring.
We’re in the locker room where we see Devlin Knight and Maxwell Mason Stone, the tag team now known as Necessary Evil, having a conversation already in progress. Max notices someone entering the room behind Devlin and the camera pans over to the owner of the WGWF, “Chronic” Chris Page.
Page: Sup nerds? Devlin, great to see you as always. Stone, well I believe this is the first time we've officially met so let me welcome to Monday Night Brawl.
Page extends his hand out. Max, almost reluctantly, returns the handshake but he's staring daggers at Page.
Page: I have to say that I don't quite like the way you're looking at me right now. We good?
MMS: I don't know… are we?
Page: Listen, I ain't got time for dancing around anything so if there's something you want to say to me I suggest you do it right now. If you've got a problem with me you can take a number and get to the back of the line but just know you'll be waiting a while.
Max looks over to Devlin and points to Page and laughs.
MMS: Do you trust this guy, Dev?
Devlin: What's gotten into you?
MMS: What's gotten into me? I've had a lot of problems with a lot of people the last few years in this business and do you know what these people had in common? They all proudly wore their shirts with the four letters… C… C… P… E. And here I am finally shaking hands with the puppet master.
Page smirks.
Devlin: C'mon man. That's all in the past. Things are different now and I can't think of a stronger start to this team than the three of us to take down Joe and the Fortunate Ones once and for all. The company's future is on the line here.
Page: Indeed it is. But I have a question. I'm aware of the talent you bring to the WGWF, Stone. I wouldn't have approved your contract otherwise but don't think for a minute that I didn't do my research on you. If we want to talk about company futures then why don't we take a look at what got you black balled from this industry for 15 years? I know about your pyromaniac temper tantrum that shut down a company for good.
Max lets out a slight laugh and nods his head.
Page: Then you finally get back on your feet and return to the big time in your 40s and as soon as you really get cooking in the IIW, that place closes its doors. Then you jump ship over to Thunder Pro Wrestling where you had plenty of opportunity to start this little dialog we're having right now but you didn't. You get on a hot streak there, you win a title but now they're shutting down too.
Max's demeanor changes to anger now.
Devlin: Guys… this is pointless.
Page: I struck a nerve there, eh Max? What’s pointless is a nothing happening chode like Max trying to plant seeds of distrust. Let’s get this perfectly straight, little man. The last thing I care about is you, your views, or your opinions. I’ve made my intentions clear the ONLY reason I’m here is for ONE person… Montuori, and with all due respect… you don’t get to question me.
Max goes to say something but Page cuts him off.
Page: My company is on the line here and the only reason I'm cool with you helping us fight for it is because of the respect I have for your tag team partner here and how he pounded the table for you. Don't make me look like a fool for taking that risk.
Page turns around and exits with Max scowling at him.
Devlin: Dude, where did that come from?
Max: Come on, let's get out of here.
Edward Grado and Pogo the Clown are set in ring but before the bell sounds we see Monday Night Brawl General Manager Jack Daniels appear on the WGWF-Tron with the WGWF Television Championship resting on his right shoulder.
JACK DANIELS: Pardon the interruption but I felt implored to announce that due to injury Bobby Ray Willis has relinquished the WGWF Television Championship, and instead of waiting around to crown a new Champion… I’ve decided that we will crown a new champion RIGHT NOW!
The crowd pops huge.
JACK DANIELS: The winner of this match between Pogo and Edward Grado will leave as the new WGWF Television Champion!
Jack Daniels hands the TV Title to a referee who sprints away before the tron flickers off and we’re concentrated on Pogo and Grado. The referee calls for the bell to a pop from the crowd.
DERRICK DIAMOND: We say anything can happen in the WGWF, and this is proof positive of that. We’re going to crown a new Television Champion right now!
FLASH ROTTEN: You can’t say that we don’t give opportunities when they’re deserved. Pogo is a former Tag Team Champion and Edward Grado has been on the uptick for several months on Smash.
The referee that Jack Daniels handed the TV Title to sprints down to the ring and hands the TV Title to the timekeeper.
DERRICK DIAMOND: It’s official.
Grado and Pogo circle each other and when Grado comes at Pogo we see Pogo run between the legs of Grado! Edward spins around where he’s kicked in the left shin before Pogo stomps on the toes of Edward’s right foot! Pogo darts back between Edward's legs and begins biting him on the rump! The referee lays the count to Pogo who releases his grip on Edward's left butt cheek and rolls him up with a School Boy!
1!!
2!!
THR…
Grado escapes with a kick out and as he is getting back to his feet Pogo locks on a front face lock.
FLASH ROTTEN: Pogo started off hot and heavy but I’m not so sure a front face lock is going to help his cause.
... and it doesn’t. Edward simply stands up and in the process lifts Pogo up with him. Pogo frantically begins kicking both of his feet into the gut of Grado which allows him to spike Edward into the mat with a Tornado DDT! Pogo makes a cover!
1!!
2!!
THRE…
Grado escapes with a kick out! The crowd begins to rally behind Edward with a chant of “GRADO! GRADO! GRADO!” in unison. Pogo runs towards the rope and ducks out to the ring apron under the middle rope. Pogo runs the apron to a corner and starts to climb up to the top rope.
DERRICK DIAMOND: Pogo’s going to fly!
Edward starts pushing himself up to his feet and when he stands Pogo sails off the top rope with a Missile Dropkick! Edward pulls a Samoa Joe and just walks off while waving at the crowd! Pogo pops back up to his feet and charges toward Edward who reaches down and palms the front of Pogo’s head like a basketball and holds him in place. Pogo swings both hands like a madman which doesn’t even come close to connecting with Edward.Stitches the Clown starts riding down to the ring on an oversized three-wheeler gaining Edward’s attention long enough for Pogo to start biting the thumb of Grado’s hand palming in his head. Stitches reaches ringside and get off the three-wheeler, he rolls something to Pogo before jumping up on the apron and distracting the referee.
FLASH ROTTEN: What’s that? Stitches slid something to Pogo!
Pogo picks up the item and starts to shake it uncontrollably. Pogo pops the top on the can and sprays silly string into Edward’s face! Grado begins using it like body wash in a shower, rubbing it in his hair and into his face. Stitches drop down to the floor just as Pogo throws the can at Grado and hits him in the forehead! Edward staggers backward and spills out to the floor through the ropes. Pogo distracts the referee and allows Stitches to come around the ring and blindside Grado when he gets to a vertical base. Stitches immediately begins putting the boots to Grado!
DERRICK DIAMOND: Come on!
FLASH ROTTEN: Why don’t you do something about it if you have that much of a problem with it.
Stitches picks Grado up and puts him against the ring post. Stitches rear back and swings with a right hand! Edward ducks and Stitches clocks the ring post! Edward spins Stitches around and lands a series of left-handed jabs followed by a bionic elbow to a huge roar from the crowd that drops stitches where he stands! Pogo blows past the referee and steps out to the ring apron under the middle rope and leaps off with a flying cross-body block! Grado catches Pogo and body slams him on Stitches!
Grado picks Pogo up and throws him back into the ring!
The crowd erupts with a massive ovation as Grado slides back into the ring. Grado points towards his corner where his fanny pack lays. Edward walks over to his corner and reaches down picking up the fanny pack. Stitches jumps back up on the apron and distracts the referee which allows Pogo to come from behind with a low blow! Edward crumbles to the mat dropping his fanny pack! Pogo reaches down picking it up and unzips it. Pogo looks confused. He reaches inside the fanny pack with his right hand and when Pogo draws it back his right index finger is stuck in something. Pogo sticks his left finger on the other side of the object and it becomes stuck!
DERRICK DIAMOND: A Chinese Finger Trap!
Pogo throws a fit and doesn’t realize that Grado recovers and rolls him up with a school boy! The referee spins around and sees the cover!
1!!
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WINNER AND NEW WGWF TELEVISION CHAMPION: EDWARD GRADO
Match Time: 8:45
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The crowd completely loses their shit!
FLASH ROTTEN: GRADO DID IT! GRADO IS THE NEW TELEVISION CHAMPION! HOLY SHIT!
The crowd starts singing along to the sweet sounds of Madonna as the referee awards Edward the WGWF Television Championship before raising his arm in the air! Edward is in a state of shock as he looks at the TV Title and questions if it’s now his. The referee nods his head and raises his arm in the air one more time.
DERRICK DIAMOND: Unbelievable! Way to go Edward!
Pogo rolls out to the apron still locked in the Chinese Fingertrap and into the arms of Stitches who carries him up in the ramp cradled in his arms. Edward walks toward a set of buckles where he climbs up on the middle rope and hoists up the WGWF Television Championship like he’s The Rock giving a big smell as he closes his eyes and soaks in the ovation from the crowd!
FLASH ROTTEN: Don’t ever let anyone tell you that you’re not good enough, you’re not capable enough, or that you can’t do anything that you set your mind out to accomplish because Edward Grado is proof positive that good things happen to good people.
Suddenly we see coming from the crowd a figure in a black hoodie with the hood over his head. The figure slides into the ring and rushes across where he blasts Edward with a clubbing blow across the back! The figure brings Grado out of the corner with a running Liger Bomb driving the newly crowned Television Champion into the mat! The figure gets to his feet where he picks up the WGWF Television Championship.
The hood is tossed back revealing SETH STEVENS.
DERRICK DIAMOND: Stevens has spoiled the celebration!
Seth unzipped his hoodie and removed it before placing the WGWF Television Championship on the chest of Grado. Stevens backs up into a neutral corner where he spins around and sling shots up to the top rope. Seth spins around with a booing crowd behind him. He eyes Grado and leaps off the top rope with a 10 Star Frog Splash driving all his weight into the Television Title driving it into the chest of Grado.Seth rolls out of the ring clutching at his ribs. The camera gets a tight shot as we hear Seth spout out.
SETH STEVENS- “WAR GAMES! LAST MAN STANDING! IF YOU HAVE THE BALLS!
The Titantron lights up and shows the back hallways of the arena. A few of the local arena workers are cleaning up, and WGWF staff are walking around making sure things are running smoothly. When suddenly, from around the corner comes J MONT. He sees the camera and cannot help himself.
J MONT: A lot has gone down tonight and I'm not going to repeat anything that went down because it will be all over the news tomorrow anyway. Right now, there is one MORE thing that needs to be addressed and that is my former BROTHER. My former Stablemate. My former GOOD FRIEND. The Smash Champion. ENIGMA!
The fans inside the arena start a BIG E chant.
J MONT: You guys can cheer for that freak all you want. Everyone wants to talk about how unbeatable Enigma has been since he has gotten to the WGWF. But no one has been able to take the train off its tracks. At a Supershow about a month or so ago, the Main Event was a Street Fight with myself versus Enigma. The match everyone wanted to see but it never really happened because we were brawling and fighting so badly before the match that they called the match a DRAW and that was that. I showed the world I can BE THE ONE to take down Enigma and end this so-called STREAK. There is no one on either roster right now that can do it but J MONT. So, Barrows and Daniels, find an OFFICE you can use and get the contract written up. J Mont vs Enigma for the Smash Title. Whoever gets this title match on a contract just MIGHT get J Mont signed to a contract. Call it what you want to call it, but this match needs to happen. Enigma thinks that he calls the shots and is already scared to face Amber Mansley. Maybe Big E is finally realizing that leaving The Fortunate Ones was the worst idea of his life. Now, if you want to know the truth.
ENIGMA IS SCARED OF J MONT!
J MONT: That is why he is not taking the match or making it happen. So, I give to you, a new name for the Smash Champion.
“THE COWARDLY MONSTER” SEV YURIEVICH
J MONT: Just admit it, Enigma. You know that J Mont is the man to take that precious title off of you and send you packing back to the IIW. You are forgetting that I know you very well and that I know all your weaknesses and what I need to do to get into that big dumb head of yours. All the weights you can lift won't save you. All the passages you throw at me won't save you. The only thing that can SAVE YOU is that Barrows and Daniels dont make this match. You can call them your Saviors if they don't book this, but I know you Enigma. The more and more I ask for this and say what I say, you are going to tell them to book this match. But, it's in your best interest to talk to them and tell them that this Smash World Championship match needs to happen on a big stage. A PPV to be exact. The ball is in your court COWARDLY MONSTER!
J Mont laughs into the camera as he walks away.
Derrick Diamond: Now that is a statement. J Mont is the top dog in the WGWF if you ask me. Everything revolves around him.
Flash Rotten: J Mont needs to worry about War Games and not anything else going on.
Derrick Diamond: J Mont knows what he is doing. He always does. Just watch and let's see how this plan of his unfolds.
Ding! Ding!
We see Kenji stand across the ring with CJ Phoenix as the fans are cheering both men on. The newly drafted old member from Monday Night Smash standing in the Main Event against the number one contender fort he world title.
Derrick Diamond: Listen to the crowd!! They are behind both men.
Flash Rotten: These people are just bored after watching that Joe Montuori thing!!
Phoenix and Kenji circle each other, showing respect for each other’s ability as Kenji extends his hands to try a test of strength with CJ Phoenix. But the number one contender for the World Title backs off, shaking his head no as this causes him to circle the former Smash roster member some more. Kenji nods his head, quickly spins around and goes for a kick that misses CJ Phoenix by a hair but follows it up with a spinning kick that connects Phoenix in the midsection before pushing him in the ropes for an Irish Whip. Kenji gets reversed by Phoenix, who then follows it up with a standing dropkick against the chest of Kenji that sends him into the corner. Phoenix kips up, charges towards Kenji who sidesteps as Phoenix manages to anticipate that sidestep by jumping over the ropes towards the ring apron. He then executes a kick towards Kenji’s face, only for the newcomer to Brawl as Kenji grabs hold of the leg and punches in the knee of Phoenix who drops to the outside.
Derrick Diamond: That was a good block by Kenji, it’s just a hard landing for CJ to the outside.
Kenji steps through the ropes and jumps to the floor before grabbing the arm of CJ Phoenix and helps him to his feet before rolling him back in the ring. He gets up the ring apron and measures Phoenix who slowly rises to his feet while trying to keep his weight off his painful leg as much as possible before walking into a Springboard Clothesline from the outside back in by Kenji before going for the cover.
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Phoenix manages to get his shoulder off the canvas just before the count of three. Kenji immediately grabs the leg of Phoenix and locks it in a single Boston Crab after turning the number one contender around on his stomach as he sits deep on top of Phoenix. CJ Phoenix immediately extends his arms towards the ring ropes in an attempt to force a rope break by the official.
Flash Rotten: Tough Luck CJ!! Just a few inches away from the ropes!!!
Indeed, CJ is having issues reaching the rope as his reach is just a few inches away from the bottom rope. Forcing him to place both hands upon the canvas and start to drag him towards the bottom rope before finally managing to force a rope break by the official. Kenji immediately lets go as he turns his attention back to the painful leg, only for CJ Phoenix to thwart it by spinning his other leg towards Kenji that stops him from nearing him. Phoenix manages to pull him to the outside of the ring, trying to gain some distance between him and Kenji. Who slides out of the ring and starts to follow CJ Phoenix, who is staggering around the ring until he catches him and spins CJ Phoenix around as Phoenix manages to block a punch from Kenji and hits a back elbow to his opponent that staggers Kenji.
Flash Rotten: Why are they being so nice to each other?? This is wrestling, I want to see blood damnit!!!
Phoenix follows Kenji, spins him around as he sends him shoulder first into the ring post before rolling himself back in the ring and grabs hold of his painful leg that is clearly bothering him. The official is checking in on Kenji before starting to use a ten count as the new Brawl superstar is slowly pushing him away from the ring post.
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Kenji is rubbing his shoulder, clearly feeling the after effects from hitting the ring post before slowly staggering towards the ring.
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Kenji manages to roll into the ring before the count of eight, causing the official to signal that the match continues as we see CJ Phoenix hobbling towards his opponent as he has gotten to his feet. Phoenix sets himself up for a Standing Moonsault, connects on Kenji before he gets to his feet and grabs hold of Kenji’s arm as he sets him up for a slam and drops Kenji with a Body Slam before walking towards the turnbuckles and sets himself up to the second turnbuckle as he goes for a fist drop from the second rope and connects to Kenji’s face before going for the cover.
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Kenji manages to get his shoulder off the canvas just in time to break the count as Phoenix doesn’t waste time and gets up and runs the ropes only to be leveled by a Kenji clothesline that sends Phoenix down to the canvas hard as Kenji drops to his knees and hooks both of Phoenix his legs.
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Derrick Diamond: That was a near fall for Kenji!!!
Kenji looks questionably towards the official, who shows him that it was just a count of two. Kenji nods his head, slowly rises to his feet as he starts to clap his hands to get the crowd behind him.
Flash Rotten: Has he got cold hands???
Derrick Diamond: No Flash, he tries to get the crowd behind him. I think he will be a big time hit on Monday Night Brawl.
Kenji sets CJ Phoenix up for a Body slam, only for CJ Phoenix slips out of his grip and pushes Kenji into the ropes for a Rollup. Only for Kenji use the momentum against him and rolls through into a rollup pinfall.
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CJ Phoenix kicks out at two, both men get up to his feet as both men knock each other down with a double clothesline as that causes the official to start a ten count on both men.
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We see both men start to crawl towards the ring ropes, trying to get back to their feet before charging in on each other, CJ Phoenix drops to the canvas as Kenji runs towards the opposite side of the ring as he comes off the ropes and gets dropped to the canvas by a CJ Phoenix hiptoss before dropping an Elbow onto Kenji as he goes for the cover.
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Kenji manages to kick out at the count of two, CJ Phoenix immediately follows it up by a kick into the back of Kenji before running the ropes before setting Kenji up for a running knee in the face as he goes for another cover.
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Kenji manages to kick out at the last moment, CJ Phoenix goes for a Standing Moonsault but lands upon the knees of Kenji who rolls him up for another pinfall attempt.
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This time it is CJ Phoenix that manages to kick out before the count could be administered. Kenji’s eyes can be seen widened as he cannot believe the fact that this wasn’t a three count.
Derrick Diamond: That was a tough break for Kenji.
Kenji gets up, sets CJ Phoenix up for a Body Slam and drops him before running towards the ropes as he sets himself up for an aerial attack. Only for CJ Phoenix to kip up and execute a superkick to the face of Kenji as he then follows it up by running to the ropes and executes a Frog Splash before going for the cover.
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Ding! Ding! Ding!!
The official raises the arm of CJ Phoenix in victory as the crowd goes insane. We see him grab hold of the hand of Kenji and pulls him up to his feet before shaking it as both men had put up a big time fight on this Monday Night Brawl.
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Winner by pinfall: CJ Phoenix
Time: 17.11
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The intro to "Mi Gente", the Re-Mix by J Balvin featuring Beyoncé and Willy William begins to play, getting the crowd to jump to their feet. Once the beat drops, out steps "Cholo" Giovanni Santana looking as good as ever, with the World Heavyweight championship wrapped tightly around his waist. He holds his usual Mezcal cocktail in his hand and is flashing that million-dollar smile of his as he stands there, soaking in all the love from the fans.
“THE BIG TICKET” HARVEY MARX: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome YOUR Two Time Heavyweight Champion of the World…. “CHOLO” GIOVANNI SANTANA!
He makes his way to the ring, having a few exchanges with the fans, all in good fun. Once at ringside, he puts his drink down on the apron, takes off the World title and just like he used to do with the IC title, he picks a kid on the crowd and puts it over his shoulder. He asks the kid if he can hold it for him and the kid nods and then goes crazy with excitement. Cholo then jumps up on the apron, grabs his drink and after wiping his shoes, always respecting the ring, he gets inside. He right away locks eyes with CJ Phoenix who is leaning on the ropes, catching a breather after a hard-fought match. Cholo gets a mic handed to him and as his music dies down, he speaks.
CHOLO: QUE PASA SEATTLE!!!
The crowd cheers loudly.
CHOLO: Donde esta mi gente Latina?!
A great portion of the crowd cheers loudly. Cholo pounds his chest proudly and after acknowledging the fans, he turns his attention to CJ.
CHOLO: Mi gente, please, give it up for CJ Phoenix!
Cholo puts the mic under his arm and then proceeds to applaud CJ. The crowd cheers loudly and a “CJ!” chant breaks out. CJ nods to Cholo and then looks around to the crowd, raising a hand and waving.
CHOLO: Yes, well done CJ, well done. Listen amigo, Cholo knows you are tired, so he won’t take too much of your time. Cholo didn’t want to come out earlier in the show and call you out because he didn’t want to interrupt your match prep or take focus away from a very game Kenji Myanoto. Props to him as well, helluva match amigos, again, well done.
CJ nods again, Cholo nods back but the smile he had been sporting since he came out here fades away, and now he’s all business.
CHOLO: CJ you are on quite a tear, and it pains me to say that it all started with your win over Cholo a few shows ago… For that promo Cholo said he was nobody’s rebound but he ended up being just that for you… You managed to do what only two others have been able to do before, and that is beat Cholo... You also managed to do something that only one other person had ever been able to do in WGWF, and that is pin Cholo for the 1, 2, 3... Now Cholo is not going to come out here and make excuses, because that it is not his ‘estilo’, but what he will do is… is offer an apology.
CJ is taken a bit back by this and so are the fans who have gone completely silent.
CHOLO: That’s right, Cholo must apologize to you CJ, because when we fought, Cholo did not give you the time, attention and respect you deserved… Cholo was too caught up on his feud, and let’s face it, his hatred for Mac Bane… Cholo was honed in on regaining the World Heavyweight championship and nothing else… Cholo could continue on and give you a bunch of coulda, shoulda, woulda, but the bottom line is, he didn’t think anything of our match then, he saw it just as a bump in the road to his title and it ended up being just that: a hell of a bump. For treating you and that match in such a way CJ, Cholo is truly sorry.
Cholo extends his hand out to CJ for him to shake and CJ thinks on it for a moment, looking around at the crowd who right away start a “shake his hand!” chant. CJ shrugs and says ‘why not?’ before shaking Cholo’s hand. He then walks back to the corner and awaits for what else Cholo has to say.
CHOLO: Now, having said all of that…
The crowd’s ears perk up, and you can even hear a fan say: “here we go!” Cholo looks his way with his eyes only and half smiles. CJ appears amused as well.
CHOLO: You now have ALL of Cholo’s attention!
CJ smirks.
CHOLO: and while Cholo was at home last Brawl, nursing his injuries, he still tuned in and watched the show along with millions of fans around the world… That’s right, Cholo heard every single word you had to say…
CJ mouths the word “good”.
CHOLO: Yes, very gracious of you CJ... You had the commentators talking about how much respect you have for Cholo and you probably do... But you what Cholo heard? A lot of backhanded compliments there… A lot of double-meaning remarks, and it’s cool man, Cholo gets it… You got to put yourself over first and foremost and when you have a win over the now re-crowned World Champion, why the hell not? Cholo would probably do the same thing if he was in such position… But all those comments aside, Cholo is glad that you’re excited for this match, Cholo is glad that you are 100% focused on this match, Cholo is glad that you are oozing with confidence. Cholo would expect no less from a number one contender…. And you can expect no less from Cholo as well because he is almost 100% now, but come June, he definitely will be. So CJ, tonight is your night, enjoy it, much deserve win… Keep it going, you’ll need to, if you want to take that away from me.
Cholo points to the world title being held by the kid on the outside.
CHOLO: Because Cholo went through three stages of hell to get that back around his waist, so what do you think Cholo is willing to do to keep it?!
CJ points to his arm, showing Cholo that he got goosebumps from it.
CHOLO: Thank you CJ, for your time, gracias Seattle, thank you for welcoming WGWF into your home! We’ll be back before you know it... until then, who's ready for a fiesta?!
Cholo’s music hits and the crowd cheers loudly. Cholo goes up to CJ and fist bumps him. They exchange a few words only they can hear as the show comes to an end.
Derrick Diamond: We need a commercial break after all this, we'll be right back!
COMMERCIAL
Derrick Diamond: And we're back, this match is underway!
The bell rang, and Devlin Knight and Jenny Myst started things off. They circled each other warily before locking up in the center of the ring. Devlin quickly transitioned into a side headlock, using his strength to control Jenny. She struggled for a moment before pushing him into the ropes, trying to gain some momentum. Devlin rebounded and knocked her down with a shoulder tackle, showing his dominance early on.
Jenny quickly got back to her feet, a sly smile on her face. She charged at Devlin, who attempted another shoulder tackle, but this time, Jenny ducked under and hit the ropes. She came back with a flying forearm that caught Devlin off guard, sending him staggering backward. Jenny capitalized with a quick arm drag, then another, keeping Devlin off balance.
Devlin, showing his resilience, got up and countered her next move with a snap suplex, regaining control. He dragged Jenny to his corner and tagged in Mason Maxwell Stone. Stone, known for his technical expertise, entered the ring and immediately went to work on Jenny's arm, twisting it into a wrist lock. Jenny winced in pain but managed to flip herself out of the hold and counter with a dropkick to Stone’s knee.
Stone staggered, giving Jenny enough time to tag in Colossus. The crowd erupted as the giant stepped over the ropes, his sheer size intimidating Stone. Colossus advanced, and Stone, using his agility, ducked under a massive clothesline attempt. He hit the ropes and came back with a dropkick, but it barely moved Colossus.
Flash Rotten: Like running into a brick wall
Colossus grabbed Stone by the throat and lifted him for a chokeslam, but Stone managed to counter in mid-air with a DDT, planting Colossus face-first into the mat. The crowd roared as Stone quickly applied an armbar, trying to wear down the bigger man. Colossus gritted his teeth, using his immense strength to power out of the hold and lift Stone, slamming him down with authority.
Derrick Diamond: He just lifted a fully grown man up, with one arm, out of an arm bar........that power is scary!
Stone crawled to his corner, tagging in Devlin, who immediately went after Colossus, hitting him with a series of punches and kicks. Colossus absorbed the blows and retaliated with a thunderous spinebuster that shook the ring. Colossus went for a pin, but Devlin kicked out at two, showing his resilience.
Jenny Myst, sensing the momentum shift, tagged herself in by slapping the big man on the back and went after Devlin with a flurry of strikes. She hit a spinning heel kick, knocking Devlin down, and followed up with a quick leg drop. She went for the pin, but Devlin kicked out at one, showing his determination.
Devlin fought back, delivering a sharp European uppercut that sent Jenny reeling. He tagged in Stone, who entered the ring with a springboard elbow drop, connecting perfectly with Jenny. Stone went for a quick pin, but Jenny kicked out at two. Stone, undeterred, lifted Jenny for a vertical suplex, but she slipped out of his grasp and countered with a neckbreaker.
Both wrestlers lay on the mat, catching their breath. Jenny crawled to her corner and tagged in Colossus, who stormed into the ring. Stone, showing no fear, charged at Colossus but was met with a devastating big boot. Colossus lifted Stone and threw him into the corner, unleashing a series of body blows that left Stone gasping for air.
Colossus lifted Stone onto the top turnbuckle, setting him up for a superplex. Devlin, seeing his partner in trouble, rushed in and hit Colossus from behind, breaking the giant's grip. Stone capitalized, hitting a missile dropkick that sent Colossus sprawling. Stone and Devlin then hit a double suplex on Colossus, showcasing their teamwork.
Jenny Myst, not to be outdone, re-entered the fray and took down both Stone and Devlin with a double dropkick. The match devolved into chaos, with all four competitors exchanging blows. Jenny hit a hurricanrana on Devlin, sending him crashing into the turnbuckle. She then turned her attention to Stone, hitting a spinning DDT that left him dazed.
Derrick Diamond: Back to back moves here for Myst, who has re-taken this match over!
Colossus, recovering from the double suplex, got back to his feet and grabbed both Stone and Devlin, smashing their heads together. He then lifted Devlin for a powerbomb, but Devlin countered with a hurricanrana, sending Colossus into the ropes. Devlin and Stone hit a double superkick on Colossus, staggering the big man.
Jenny, seeing her partner in trouble, climbed to the top rope and launched herself at Devlin with a crossbody. Devlin caught her in mid-air, showing his strength, but Jenny wriggled free and rolled him up for a near fall. Devlin kicked out at two and immediately locked in a crossface, trying to make Jenny submit. She screamed in pain but refused to tap, inching her way to the ropes.
Colossus, shaking off the superkicks, broke up the hold with a massive leg drop on Devlin. Stone, seizing the moment, hit a springboard kick on Colossus, but the giant barely flinched. Colossus grabbed Stone and threw him out of the ring with ease, turning his attention back to Devlin.
Jenny, sensing the opportunity, hit Devlin with a running knee strike, followed by her signature move, MYSTFY (Sister Abigail). The crowd gasped as she went for the pin, but Devlin, showing incredible heart, kicked out at the last second. The arena erupted in disbelief and cheers for Devlin's resilience.
Jenny, frustrated but determined, tagged in Colossus. The giant entered the ring and immediately lifted Devlin onto his shoulders, setting up for a powerbomb. Devlin, fighting with everything he had, rained down punches on Colossus' head, trying to escape. Stone, back on the apron, tagged himself in and hit a flying elbow on Colossus, breaking the hold.
Stone and Devlin, working together, managed to hit a double DDT on Colossus, bringing the big man down. They then turned their attention to Jenny, hitting her with a double suplex. The crowd was on their feet, sensing the tide turning in favor of Devlin and Stone.
Jenny, resilient and crafty, rolled out of the ring to catch her breath. Colossus, slowly getting up, was met with a flurry of kicks from Devlin and Stone. They managed to lift him for a double team move, but Colossus powered out, throwing them both across the ring.
Colossus, roaring in anger, grabbed Stone and delivered a brutal powerbomb. Devlin, refusing to back down, hit a running knee strike on Colossus, followed by a superkick.
Flash Rotten: Back and forth we go! This match is chaotic!
Derrick Diamond: It's anyone's ballgame right now. JMONT has to be sweating buckets back there watching this!
Mason Maxwell Stone, now fully recovered, reached out for the tag, and Devlin managed to crawl to their corner, slapping Stone's hand. Stone leaped over the ropes and charged at Colossus, hitting him with a flying forearm. Colossus staggered but didn't go down. Stone hit the ropes again and came back with a second flying forearm, this time knocking the giant off balance.
Sensing an opportunity, Stone climbed to the top rope, looking to hit a high-risk move. He launched himself with a diving crossbody, but Colossus caught him in mid-air, demonstrating his raw power. Colossus transitioned into a fallaway slam, sending Stone crashing to the mat. The impact was brutal, and the crowd winced in sympathy.
Jenny Myst, still the legal participant from her team, tagged herself back in, eager to capitalize on Colossus' dominance. She entered the ring and immediately went after Stone, hitting a running dropkick to his head. Stone was dazed, and Jenny quickly applied a front facelock, trying to wear him down further.
Stone, showing his resilience, fought back, managing to lift Jenny and drop her with a back body drop. Both competitors were down, and the crowd clapped and cheered, urging them to make their respective tags. Stone began crawling towards Devlin, while Jenny made her way to Colossus.
Jenny reached Colossus first, and the giant re-entered the ring with renewed energy. Stone, just inches from Devlin, was grabbed by the ankle and dragged back to the center of the ring by Colossus. Stone twisted and turned, kicking at Colossus, trying to break free. With a final desperate effort, Stone managed to kick Colossus in the face, creating enough space to dive and tag in Devlin.
Devlin Knight exploded into the ring, charging at Colossus with a series of forearms and kicks. He hit the ropes and came back with a flying knee strike, catching Colossus on the jaw. The big man staggered, and Devlin quickly followed up with a springboard dropkick, finally bringing Colossus down to one knee.
Seeing an opportunity, Devlin called out to Stone, who climbed the turnbuckle. Together, they executed a double-team move, with Devlin hitting a basement dropkick while Stone came off the top with a missile dropkick. Colossus was floored, and Devlin quickly went for the pin. The referee's hand slapped the mat once, twice, but Colossus powered out at two, sending Devlin flying.
Jenny Myst, back on the apron, screamed encouragement at her partner. She wanted to get back in the ring, but Colossus needed to recover. Devlin, sensing the match was reaching a critical point, tagged Stone back in. They lifted Colossus for a double suplex, straining with the effort but managing to execute the move, much to the crowd's amazement.
Derrick Diamond: My god the ring shook! That echoed throughout the arena!
Flash Rotten: That's a 500 pound man succumbing to gravity, D!
Stone went for the pin, but Colossus kicked out at two, showing his incredible resilience. Stone, not wasting any time, locked in a crossface, trying to wear the big man down. Colossus roared in pain but refused to tap, using his immense strength to crawl towards the ropes.
With Colossus inching closer to the ropes, Jenny Myst saw her chance. She climbed the turnbuckle, looking to break the hold with a high-risk move. As she leapt off for a crossbody, Devlin intercepted her in mid-air, catching her and slamming her down with a thunderous spinebuster. The crowd erupted in cheers for the incredible counter.
Derrick Diamond: High impact move! And Myst may be broken damn well in half!
Flash: But is the monster gonna tap here?!
Colossus, now mere inches from the ropes, used his last bit of strength to reach out and grab the bottom rope, forcing Stone to break the hold. Stone, exhausted but determined, dragged Colossus back to the center of the ring. He signaled for Devlin, and they prepared for another double-team maneuver.
Devlin climbed to the top rope, ready to deliver a high-impact move, but Colossus, summoning his incredible power, burst to his feet and grabbed Devlin by the throat. With one arm, he lifted Devlin off the turnbuckle and slammed him to the mat with a chokeslam. Stone charged at Colossus, but the giant caught him with a big boot, flooring him instantly.
Jenny Myst, recovering from the spinebuster, tagged herself in once more, wincing and in obvious discomfort. She climbed the turnbuckle as Colossus positioned Stone and Devlin in the center of the ring. With a roar, Colossus stacked both men on top of each other, then climbed to the middle rope, lifting Jenny onto his shoulders.
The crowd held their breath as Jenny balanced on Colossus' shoulders, then launched herself off, executing a perfect Identity Crisis (Rounding Moonsault) onto Mason Maxwell Stone. Devlin, who was on top, rolled off at the last second. The impact was devastating, but Jenny realized Devlin didn't take the impact also.
Devlin, still full of energy and determination, sprang to his feet behind Colossus. He seized the moment, spinning the big man around and delivering a thunderous DEVine Intervention (V-Trigger) right to Colossus' jaw. The impact sent Colossus reeling back into the corner, his massive frame slumping against the turnbuckles as he tried to regain his bearings.
Seeing Colossus temporarily incapacitated, Devlin turned his attention to Jenny Myst, who was still recovering from her missed moonsault. With a fierce look of determination, he lifted Jenny, setting her up for his devastating finisher, the Knightmare (Stormbreaker). He hoisted her onto his shoulders, preparing to deliver the final blow.
However, Jenny Myst was not done yet. Using her agility and ring awareness, she managed to wriggle out of Devlin's grasp just as he was about to execute the move. She twisted her body, bending Devlin backward and catching him in an awkward position. The crowd gasped, sensing what was coming next.
With a swift and fluid motion, Jenny hooked Devlin's head and executed MYSTFY (Sister Abigail), driving his face into the mat with incredible force. The impact was devastating, and Devlin lay motionless on the canvas as Jenny quickly went for the cover. She hooked his leg, and the referee dropped to the mat to make the count.
Derrick Diamond: MYSTFY! AND SHE GOT ALL OF IT!
The crowd counted along with the referee's hand:
"One!
Two!
Three!"
DING DING DING DING DING!
Ring Announcer: HERE ARE YOUR WINNERS...........COLOSSUS AND JENNY MYSSSST!
Derrick Diamond: MYST PINNED DEVLIN!
Flash Rotten: But she needed all the help in the world from a 500 pound monster!
Dressed in his signature attire, JMONT walked out onto the stage, a proud smile on his face. He started clapping, showing his appreciation for the hard-fought victory that Jenny Myst and Colossus had just achieved.
The crowd's reaction was mixed, with some fans cheering for JMONT's show of respect and others still wary of his intentions. JMONT made his way down the ramp, his eyes fixed on the ring where Jenny was on knee, holding her back.
In the ring, Jenny Myst, wincing from the brutal match she had just endured, looked up and saw JMONT clapping. She gave a weary but appreciative nod in his direction, acknowledging his support. Despite the pain and exhaustion etched on her face, there was a sense of satisfaction and pride in her eyes.
Derrick Diamond: Myst pinned Devlin......the first shot of War Games has been fired!
Flash Rotten: Myst is Team Mont! What will Devlin's counter be? Whose get gonna get to counter this?!
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Winners by pinfall: Jenny Myst and Colossus
Time: 17: 52
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A Voice can be heard over the PA systems of the Arena.
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Derrick Diamond: Look at how generous The Fortunate Ones are. They paid Brawl for an Advertisement. That's good business.
Flash Rotten: John Cable is not going to like this one bit. And I know John very well. Keep poking the bear and watch what happens.
Derrick Diamond: For 99 cents, you can be a part of that bear Flash!
*Ding ding ding*
As soon as the bell rings, King rushes forward, leaping at Cable with an attempted European uppercut. But Cable’s veteran instincts are ready for it, as he sidesteps the shot, then grabs the off-balance King and lifts him up, delivering a cobra clutch slam! King rolls away in pain, dropping to his feet outside of the ring. Cable walks over to the ropes, looking out and shaking his head at King, who is rubbing the back of his head. Cable then turns to walk away, but King reaches through the ropes, grabbing Cable’s leg and tripping him up, before dragging Cable out of the ring! Cable slides out next to King, looking surprised, as there aren’t too many wrestlers who can move him around like that. King immediately meets him with a strike to the head, staggering him, but Cable fires right back, and the two men are swinging away right next to the fans outside!
DERRICK DIAMOND: This one is starting hot!
FLASH ROTTEN: This match is so important for Gideon King, because he wants to climb his way to the top. But Cable wants to stay there, even if it’s on a new brand, the best brand.
Cable knocks King back into the railing, with King trying to recover. As Cable charges at him, King comes forward, lowering a shoulder and catching Cable, lifting him up and driving the large man backwards into the side of the apron! King then finally manages to score his European uppercut, knocking Cable down to a knee on the outside. The referee is yelling at both men, wanting them to get back inside and get this match under control. Neither man appears to be listening, as King brings Cable up, and then sets him for a suplex, working to lift him up… but Cable is able to block it, using the apron for support, before then taking King backwards with his OWN suplex on the outside!! King groans, holding his back, as Cable pulls himself up, feeling the effects himself
Cable walks over, grabbing hold of King’s legs… and twisting him into a clover leaf leg lock on the outside!! King is yelling out, trying to find a way to get free, but there are no ropes for him to escape to. At the same time, the referee isn’t bothering to check for a submission, as he’s instead started his 10 count, yelling it out so that Cable can hear it. When the referee reaches 5, Cable releases the hold, turning around and grabbing the hurting King. He hauls him up, rolling King into the ring, before following behind him to make sure that neither man is counted out. He gets up, looking confident, as he reaches down towards King… and King immediately catches him in a roll-up, holding Cable’s shoulders down!!
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Cable kicks out with force, keeping this contest going.
DERRICK DIAMOND: King nearly stole this one with that pin.
FLASH ROTTEN: Cable should have just kept that submission on until the count of 9, and then dive under the ropes.
DERRICK DIAMOND: Cable doesn’t want to win that way.
FLASH ROTTEN: A win is a win and I won’t hear anything different.
The two wrestlers are back up now, with Cable landing a heavy blow to the side to stagger King. Cable then locks him up, showing off his own power by getting King into the air and taking him down with a press slam back breaker drop!! King rolls away, trying again to leave the ring, but this time Cable stops him by the legs, turning King around… and guillotining him on the bottom rope by falling backwards! King bounces in agony, holding his throat, with Cable getting up and dragging King back so he can make the cover…
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And King kicks out in time. Cable nods, getting right back up, and pulls King up off of the mat. He whips King hard into the turnbuckle, rattling King’s head. Cable then comes in after him for a clothesline, but King ducks at the last second, causing Cable to miss. He hits the turnbuckle, but catches himself, spinning around. But King catches Cable before he can regroup, lifting Cable up onto his shoulder in a massive display of strength, before running forward and landing a running powerslam!! King lays on top of Cable, breathing heavily, as the referee slides in for the count…
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But Cable gets himself out of it, raising his shoulder!
DERRICK DIAMOND: These could arguably be two of the strongest pound-for-pound wrestlers in the WGWF, and we’re getting to see it on display here today!
FLASH ROTTEN: Strength isn’t all that matters, though, Derrick. I, myself, rely on endurance.
DERRICK DIAMOND: … You? Endurance?
FLASH ROTTEN: You’d be surprised how long I can run away from an attacker…
King has Cable back up now, grabbing him from behind and taking him over with a German suplex. He lands it, but doesn’t let go, lifting Cable back up. He hits a second German, rattling Cable, and then lifts him up once again, going for a third. But Cable manages to break King’s grip, reversing himself around, and HE takes KING over for the third German suplex!! King hits hard, rolling onto his stomach, while Cable lays there for a moment, trying to recover. The fans are loving the hard-hitting maneuvers, cheering on both men. A cross chant rings out, saying “Let’s Go Cable, Come On King! Let’s Go Cable, Come On King!!”
Cable is able to get up first, staggering over to King. King lashes out, though, hitting a forearm shot that rocks Cable back. King then comes after him, raising his arms to grab the wrestler, but Cable boots King in the gut, doubling him over. Cable then locks King into place, looking around at the cheering crowd for a moment before shaking his head and lifting King into the air, landing a belly to back powerbomb!! King’s down, with Cable pulling himself around to make the cover, looking at the referee to do their job. The referee slides into position for the count…
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THR-but King fights out of it!
DERRICK DIAMOND: John Cable is really putting on a show here tonight!
FLASH ROTTEN: I wonder if he thinks Enigma might be watching?
DERRICK DIAMOND: He shouldn’t even worry about that. He’s a member of the Brawl roster now.
FLASH ROTTEN: He still wants that Smash Championship, though…
With King looking out of it, Cable sets to the side, ready to start up The Darkest Hour. He steps in, looking to grab King and lift him up, but King, showing some surprising agility, does a flip out of it, managing to land behind Cable. Cable tries to readjust, but King catches him, bringing Cable down with a tigerbomb!!! The crowd goes wild as King pulls himself up, holding his shoulder, but looking like he’s gotten a new dose of adrenaline. As Cable struggles up, King steps over to him, getting Cable into the air and landing a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker!!! Everyone is on their feet after that move, with King making the cover on the aching Cable…
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THRE-No! Cable is able to get a shoulder up in time! King grabs at his head, thinking that he had it, but the referee keeps flashing two fingers at him, making sure he knows that this one is still going. King gets up, trying to control his emotions at having come so close. He pulls Cable up, no, Cable with a jawbreaker, sending King reeling away! Cable holds his own head from the move, having sacrificed himself to get free. He struggles back to his feet, seeing King leaning on the ropes. Cable rushes in, as if to clothesline King out of the ring, but King slides aside, avoiding it, and then catches Cable from behind, pulling him down into a Dragon Bite submission!!!! Cable’s struggling violently to get free, as King works hard to hold him place, wanting to knock Cable unconscious!!
DERRICK DIAMOND: Gideon King is pulling out all the stops in this one!!
FLASH ROTTEN: I don’t think I’ve ever seen him use this submission! But he’s way too close to the ropes…
As the referee checks on Cable, seeing if he wants to submit, Cable starts rocking them from side to side, still fighting heavily to get free. He manages to reach out to his right, and after a few more attempts, clutches at the bottom rope, forcing the break. At least, officially, as King keeps the hold locked in. The referee starts a 5 count, warning King that he’s going to be disqualified. Finally, King drops the hold, rolling away from the hurting Cable. King slaps the mat, frustrated at the call of the ref, whether it was right or wrong. King gets himself up, though, wanting to finish this one. He steps in, grabbing at Cable, no, this time Cable pulls King into a pin!!! The referee, startled, gets in place as fast as he can…
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THRE-No!! King is able to get free in time!! He pops up, furious, and leaps onto Cable with a double foot stomp, smashing into Cable’s ribs!!! Cable contracts from the pain, aching, as King gets back to his feet. King shakes his head at Cable, pointing down at him, before grabbing him to haul him to his feet. King then gets under Cable, lifting him up for Checkmate (GTS), holding him easily on his shoulders! But cable starts slamming elbows back into King’s head, staggering him, and eventually causing him to drop Cable to the mat. Cable then grabs hold of King, dropping him with a forward Russian leg sweep!!! Both wrestlers are down now, with the crowd still cheering on both of them.
DERRICK DIAMOND: We’ve got a great one brewing here! Two athletes who are showing that they belong on Monday Night Brawl!
FLASH ROTTEN: Who’s going to land the last hit?
Both wrestlers are stirring now, getting up as the referee does a count above them. They both are able to get up at the same time, turning painfully towards each other. Cable fires the first shot, answered by King, and the two land some staggering blows, with the crowd woo’ing for each punch. Cable lands the last one, sending King falling back to the ropes. As King comes forward, Cable grabs hold of him, lifting King up for The Darkest Hour!! No, King fights free, landing on his feet, and starts to get Cable up instead for Checkmate!! Cable blocks it, though, sliding off of King, then kicking him, wanting to go for The Waking Nightmare!! But King lifts Cable up, throwing him overhead with a backdrop, avoiding the maneuver!
With Cable struggling to get up, King staggers over him, grabbing at his arms and trying to twist him into position for the Abdication submission hold!! But Cable won’t go down, managing to sweep King’s feet out from under him, getting himself free! King fights back to his feet, with Cable there, lifting him up, only for King to once again pull free, catching Cable with a rocking uppercut, sending him backwards to the ropes. King then rushes to the other side of the ring, gaining momentum against the ropes, before charging right at Cable… who catches him in mid-leap, getting King into the air and scoring The Darkest Hour!!!!! The crowd loses it as Cable painfully makes the cover, with the referee doing the honors…
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THREE!!!
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WINNER VIA PINFALL: JOHNATHAN CABLE
Match Time: 11:26
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DERRICK DIAMOND: What a final series of maneuvers there!!
FLASH ROTTEN: I really thought King was going to put him away there at the end, but Cable is too damn crafty. He can really pull that Darkest Hour out of nowhere!
DERRICK DIAMOND: A great showing by both men, letting us know what’s in store for their futures here at Monday Night Brawl!
Cable is on his feet now, getting his arm raised, as he looks over at where King is trying to get up. We cut away.
A Voice can be heard over the PA systems of the Arena.
VOICE: Ladies and Gentleman, we are back and have another deal for you. If you cannot afford to spend 300, 500, 1000 or 5000 on a tattoo, we have the deal for you. Mason Stunn, a tattoo artist and one of the best on the west coast will be taking clients for the next 6 months. Anything you want done will be 69 PERCENT OFF if you mention The Fortunate Ones to him. Do not miss out on this chance to take advantage of this deal and get the tattoo of your dreams. John Gable made sure he didn't miss this opportunity!
MASON STUNN!
VOICE: Show the ones you love how much they mean to you. John Gable and Lexi Fold are the first to show their love for one another. Maybe Devlin Knight and Max Stone can get their asses tattooed with eachothers faces on them since they love to be up one anothers ass everyday.
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Derrick Diamond: More money for Brawl. The Fortunate Ones making sure we stay on the air because Jack Daniels sure ain't.
Flash Rotten: When J Mont is gone, I am sure you are right behind him.
Derrick Diamond: Sounds like you want to up Jack Daniels Ass!!!!
Derrick Diamond: I am getting word that something is going on in the back.
Flash Rotten: Everyone is getting ready for War Games, so it’s going down now in the ring and in the back.
Derrick Diamond: Everyone is overthinking this and working too hard. Team J Mont is going to win the War.
Before Flash Rotten can say another word, the camera’s pick up in the back, John Gable along with Paul Page and Paula Page. What a trio we got here right now.
JOHN GABLE!
PAULA PAGE!
PAUL PAGE!
PAUL PAGE: OK, so this is the plan. J Mont supposedly has a lot of heat on him right now from the whole Barrows office on fire incident. Barrows has his lawyers and authorities looking into it. So, he left me in charge to make sure everything goes to plan here.
JOHN GABLE: Can you hurry this up Page. I have to take the worst shit in the world. This Mexican food is not sitting well. I think this dump might be worse than Barrows Office.
PAULA PAGE: Why am I here?
PAUL PAGE: I really have no idea. J Mont said to have you here and to be a part of the plan.
JOHN GABLE: HURRY UP!!!!!!! I gotta shit!!!!!
Paul Page finally walks over to the door where it reads:
OFFICE OF JACK DANIELS
Paul opens the door, which once again was not locked. These General Managers are not smart at all. John Gable and Paula follow them into the office. John Gable speed walks like a Penguin as he waddles over to the chair of Jack Daniels.
PAUL PAGE: Do the damn business John.
JOHN GABLE: Hold your noses because this one is going to smell as bad as when Lexi Gold opens her legs.
PAULA PAGE: Lexi needs to try that Lume Deodorant if she smells that bad down below.
PAUL PAGE: John Cable doesn't care about that. He is happy to get his hands on any woman that shows him any interest. That shit could smell like expired milk, and he is all in.
JOHN GABLE: I am about to Blow!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
If you thought Harry Dunne was shitting his brains out in Dumb and Dumber, he has nothing on John Gable. The sounds that Paul and Paula hear are horrific and frightening. After a few moments, John Gable hops down off the chair. Just like last time, he needs to wipe his ass and grabs some papers off of Jack Daniels desk. Without even looking to see what they are, John Gable wipes his ass and then throws the destroyed shit papers back onto the desk of Jack Daniels. Paula is disgusted. Paul is laughing. John Gable feels 10 pounds lighter.
PAUL PAGE: God damn, that truly smells worse than the dumps of Staten Island.
PAULA PAGE: Please lord, save my nose hairs.
JOHN GABLE: That’s not all. We all know what is next!
Paula Page grabs the name plate off the desk that says Jack Daniels-GM. Still, with all the bad smell from the shit on their chair from John Gable, they are all still in the office and it looks as if Paula is about to sing a little here.
PAULA PAGE: HARRY TRUMAN. DORIS DAY. RED CHINA. JOHNNY RAY. WALTER WINCHELL. JOE DIMAGGIO. JOE MCCARTHY. RICHARD NIXON. STUDEBAKER. TELEVISION NORTH KOREA, SOUTH KOREA. MARILYN MONROE. JAMES RAVEN. CHRIS PAGE. CANDICE PAGE. JONATHAN BARROWS. JACK DANIELS.
WE DIDN'T START THE FIRE. IT WAS ALWAYS BURNING SINCE THE WORLDS BEEN TURNING. WE DIDN'T START THE FIRE. NO WE DIDN'T LIGHT IT BUT WE TRIED TO FIGHT IT!
Derrick Diamond: We need Paula Page to sign the national anthem at the next Brawl.
Flash Rotten: You realize what is about to happen, don't you?
Derrick Diamond: Someone needs to be like Wyclef Jean and call 911!
Paul Page signals for John Gable and Paula Page to leave the office. Paul then pulls out a lighter from his pocket. As he looks around the room, seeing what he can light, he spots a picture of Jack Daniels and some woman. With a smile on his face, Paul takes it off the wall and drops it onto the pile of shit on the chair. Paul proceeds to grab a stack of papers off the desk of Daniels as well. He lights the papers and puts it on top of the picture frame as the flame begins to burn and the smell is getting out of hand. Paul runs to the door and before he leaves, he bends down to pick up a bottle of lighter fluid. HOW DID THAT GET THERE? Paul grabs the bottle and walks back a little and sprays near the desk where the chair is. The flames are getting bigger now. TIME TO GO!
PAUL PAGE: SHIT, I wanna keep my eyebrows and nose hairs. Time to get the fuck out of DODGE!
Paul Page runs out of the office, leaving the door open so people realize what is going on and that Jack Daniels can be made aware of what is going on in his office. With John Gable, Paula Page and Paul Page standing outside the office, you see a figure walking towards them with a smirk on his face.
J MONT: I see you found the lighter fluid I left you. Great job guys. You all get a bonus. Now, get out of here and we will chat later on.
The 3 Stooges run off and are gone. The fire is burning and the smell is out of this world terrible. The smoke is starting to get into the hallway, and J Mont is just standing there.
J MONT: Jack Daniels. You did this to yourself. You could have not drafted me and let me stay on Smash with my Fortunate Ones, or you could have drafted all of us and never had any issues. But, you chose wrong on that part. And the icing on the cake is that everyone you drafted has it out for me and wants my head on a platter while SMASH has all my allies. Sure, you left me Cholo but im surprised you didnt draft Enigma to really piss me off. Either way, this is a reminder that you are a PIECE OF SHIT Daniels, and I hope that you go to hell for what you did. Crossing paths with J Mont and The Fortunate Ones is a path that you never wanna take.
I SAY WHAT I WANT TO SAY!
AND DO WHAT I WANT TO DO!
THERE'S NO IN BETWEEN!
PEOPLE WILL EITHER LOVE YOU FOR IT!
OR HATE YOU FOR IT!
J MONT: Jack Daniels, enjoy your shit show just like Jonathan Barrows. There is no one or no team that can stop The Fortunate Ones or what we have in store. And when you both grow the set of balls and give everyone the match they want to see in Enigma vs J Mont, i will win that SMASH title and just laugh in your faces because…..
I TOLD YOU SO ASSHOLES!
Security can be seen running down the hallway and J Mont, the cheetah he is, shoots down the opposite side of the hallway and is gone from the scene before anyone gets there. Hopefully this fire gets handled in a timely manner.
Derrick Diamond: Sounds like to me that Barrows and Daniels did this to themselves!
Flash Rotten: Are you falling for all the bull shit that J Mont is spewing from his mouth?
Derrick Diamond: He made some very valid points!
Memphis Belle: This match is set for 1 fall, with a 20 minute time limit. Making his way to the ring from Tampa Bay, Florida weighing in at 240 pounds, Chris Chaos
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.
The two men stood in the center of the ring, staring each other down. The referee called for the bell, and the match was underway.
Chaos and Blade circled each other, testing the waters with a few tentative grapples. Chaos moved in quickly, trying to gain the upper hand early, but Blade was ready. They locked up in a collar-and-elbow tie-up, each man vying for control. Chaos, with a slight height advantage, tried to overpower Blade, but Blade held his ground.
Chaos twisted into a side headlock, wrenching Blade’s neck with brutal precision. Blade grimaced but managed to push Chaos off, sending him into the ropes. Chaos rebounded, but Blade was ready, dropping to the mat to let Chaos leap over him. As Chaos hit the ropes again, Blade popped up and caught him with a perfectly executed arm drag, sending Chaos sprawling.
Chaos got to his feet quickly, shaking off the surprise. They locked eyes again, the intensity between them growing. They moved in for another lock-up, but this time Chaos delivered a sharp knee to Blade’s midsection, doubling him over. Chaos followed up with a quick snap suplex, driving Blade to the mat with authority.
Chaos wasted no time, immediately going for a cover. The referee dropped to the mat.
1!!
Blade kicked out with authority, showing he was far from finished. Chaos smirked, enjoying the challenge. He pulled Blade to his feet and whipped him into the corner, following up with a running clothesline that crushed Blade against the turnbuckles. Blade staggered out, and Chaos scooped him up for a body slam, planting him in the center of the ring.
Chaos dropped an elbow across Blade’s chest and went for another cover.
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2!!!
Blade kicked out again, the crowd cheering him on. Chaos, slightly frustrated, pulled Blade up and sent him into the ropes. As Blade came back, Chaos went for a big boot, but Blade ducked under and countered with a flying shoulder block that took Chaos down.
The momentum shifted as Blade got to his feet, his adrenaline pumping. He delivered a series of punches to Chaos, backing him into the ropes. Blade then whipped Chaos across the ring and caught him with a spinning power slam on the rebound, sending a shockwave through the ring. Blade hooked the leg for a cover.
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Chaos powered out, showing his resilience. Blade didn’t let up, though. He pulled Chaos to his feet and lifted him for a vertical suplex, holding him in the air for a few seconds before crashing him down to the mat. Blade covered again.
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2!!!
Chaos kicked out once more, the tension in the arena building. Blade signaled to the crowd, who roared in approval. He was setting up for his finishing move, the Attitude Adjustment. He waited as Chaos slowly got to his feet. Blade hoisted Chaos onto his shoulders, but Chaos fought back, elbowing Blade in the side of the head until he was forced to release his grip.
Chaos landed on his feet and immediately went on the offensive, delivering a hard kick to Blade’s gut and following up with a DDT that spiked Blade’s head into the mat. Both men were down, the match taking its toll on them. The referee began the count.
1!!!
2!!!
3!!!!
4!!!!
Chaos stirred first, shaking off the cobwebs. He got to his feet and pulled Blade up with him, delivering a series of forearm smashes to Blade’s face. Chaos then lifted Blade onto his shoulders in a fireman’s carry, setting up for a move of his own, but Blade wriggled free and landed behind Chaos. Blade quickly turned Chaos around and delivered a powerful spinebuster, shaking the ring with the impact.
Both men were down again, breathing heavily. The crowd was on their feet, rallying behind their favorites. Blade was the first to his feet this time, pulling Chaos up with him. He whipped Chaos into the ropes, but Chaos reversed it, sending Blade into the ropes instead. As Blade came back, Chaos caught him with a spinning spinebuster of his own, driving Blade hard into the mat.
Derrick Diamond: He's setting up for it here!
Flash Rotten: The entire building knows what's coming here!
Chaos knew he had to capitalize. He stood in the corner, waiting for Blade to get up. As Blade rose to his feet, Chaos charged, delivering a devastating spear that nearly cut Blade in half. The impact was so intense that Blade’s shoes seemed to fly off, the force of the move leaving the crowd in awe.
SPEAR! SPEAR! SPEAR!!!!!
Chaos covered Blade, hooking the leg tightly.
1!!
2!!!
3!!!
The bell rang, and the match was over. The referee raised Chaos's hand in victory as his music blared through the speakers. Chaos stood tall, a fierce look of triumph on his face, while Blade lay on the mat, the effects of the grueling match evident.
Memphis Belle: "Ladies and gentlemen, here is your winner, Chris Chaos!"
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WINNER VIA PINFALL: CHRIS CHAOS
TIME: 10:18
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The crowd gave a mixed reaction, some cheering for the display of skill and determination, others booing the defeat of Blade. Chaos stood in the ring, soaking in the moment, while Blade slowly got to his feet, acknowledging the crowd's support despite the loss.
The victory announcement still echoed in the arena when the atmosphere took a sudden, dark turn. Chris Chaos, standing tall in the ring, looked down at John Blade with a malicious glint in his eye. The crowd, sensing something amiss, began to murmur in apprehension.
Chaos wasn’t finished.
As Blade struggled to get to his feet, still reeling from the punishing spear, Chaos seized him by the arm and yanked him up violently. The audience's cheers turned to gasps and boos, realizing Chaos had no intention of leaving the ring peacefully. Chaos sneered, ignoring the referee’s warnings and the pleading from the fans.
Derrick Diamond: Come on! You've won the match! You don't need to do this!
Flash Rotten: : It's Chris Chaos, D! Do you not know his track record?!
He was about to make a statement.
With a swift and brutal motion, Chaos hoisted Blade onto his shoulders, positioning him for a devastating maneuver that sent shockwaves of dread through the crowd. The Equalizer—an F5 into a tilt-a-whirl DDT—was one of the most feared moves in Chaos’s arsenal, reserved for moments when he wanted to leave a lasting impression.
EQUALIZER!
Blade, barely conscious, was helpless to resist. Chaos spun him off his shoulders, transitioning smoothly into a dizzying tilt-a-whirl before driving Blade’s head into the mat with the DDT. The impact was sickening, and Blade lay motionless, sprawled out in the center of the ring.
The crowd erupted in a mixture of boos and horrified silence. Chaos stood over Blade’s prone body, his chest heaving with adrenaline and fury. The referee, visibly shaken, checked on Blade, signaling frantically for medical assistance. Chaos, satisfied with his handiwork, finally exited the ring, but not before glaring at the jeering fans, a twisted smile playing on his lips.
As medical staff works on Blade, Chaos grabs a mic.
Chris Chaos: "Tonight was supposed to be my retirement night."
The crowd erupted in boos and chants of "You suck!" Chaos smirked, relishing the reaction.
Chris Chaos: "Yeah, that's right. In Charlotte, on Warfare, on XWF television, where it all started for me. I was supposed to walk out there, soak in the adulation, and say my goodbyes. But instead, I find myself here, in Seattle, for one last ride. Why, you ask?"
Chaos paced back and forth, his intensity building with each step.
Chris Chaos: "Because Jack Daniels had the audacity to draft me to brawl, to book me in a match with the enhancement talent, and try to take away my moment. Because Daniels thought he could challenge the king and walk away unscathed. Tonight was supposed to be about closing a chapter, but Whiskey Man, you opened a new one."
He stopped, staring directly into the camera, as if piercing through to John Blade himself.
Chris Chaos: "Blade, you and all these people saw what just happened. You felt the power of the Equalizer, and now you're lying somewhere, broken and beaten. And all these people? They think they’ve seen the worst of me? They haven’t seen anything yet."
Chaos's eyes burned with a cold fire, his voice dropping to a chilling whisper.
Chris Chaos: "I came here tonight to end my career on a high note, but you... you gave me a reason to stay. You reignited the fire, the chaos within me. So consider this a warning, Daniels. This is far from over. Every punch, every spear, every single moment of pain you saw Blade endure tonight is just the beginning. I'm not leaving this ring, this business, this company, until I've left it in ruins.”
The crowd’s boos intensified, but Chaos ignored them, his focus unwavering.
Chris Chaos: "Seattle, you may have wanted to see a hero tonight, but instead, you got me. The monster, the nightmare that won’t go away. And Blade, when you wake up and feel every ache, every pain, know that it was me who put them there. Let this be a warning to the entire WGWF roster. This is an image of your immediate future. You can thank your General Manager because you won't just be lying on a stretcher. You'll be begging for mercy.
Jack Daniels, their WGWF blood is on your hands."
Drops mic and exits ring.
We’re in the locker room where we see Devlin Knight and Maxwell Mason Stone, the tag team now known as Necessary Evil, having a conversation already in progress. Max notices someone entering the room behind Devlin and the camera pans over to the owner of the WGWF, “Chronic” Chris Page.
Page: Sup nerds? Devlin, great to see you as always. Stone, well I believe this is the first time we've officially met so let me welcome to Monday Night Brawl.
Page extends his hand out. Max, almost reluctantly, returns the handshake but he's staring daggers at Page.
Page: I have to say that I don't quite like the way you're looking at me right now. We good?
MMS: I don't know… are we?
Page: Listen, I ain't got time for dancing around anything so if there's something you want to say to me I suggest you do it right now. If you've got a problem with me you can take a number and get to the back of the line but just know you'll be waiting a while.
Max looks over to Devlin and points to Page and laughs.
MMS: Do you trust this guy, Dev?
Devlin: What's gotten into you?
MMS: What's gotten into me? I've had a lot of problems with a lot of people the last few years in this business and do you know what these people had in common? They all proudly wore their shirts with the four letters… C… C… P… E. And here I am finally shaking hands with the puppet master.
Page smirks.
Devlin: C'mon man. That's all in the past. Things are different now and I can't think of a stronger start to this team than the three of us to take down Joe and the Fortunate Ones once and for all. The company's future is on the line here.
Page: Indeed it is. But I have a question. I'm aware of the talent you bring to the WGWF, Stone. I wouldn't have approved your contract otherwise but don't think for a minute that I didn't do my research on you. If we want to talk about company futures then why don't we take a look at what got you black balled from this industry for 15 years? I know about your pyromaniac temper tantrum that shut down a company for good.
Max lets out a slight laugh and nods his head.
Page: Then you finally get back on your feet and return to the big time in your 40s and as soon as you really get cooking in the IIW, that place closes its doors. Then you jump ship over to Thunder Pro Wrestling where you had plenty of opportunity to start this little dialog we're having right now but you didn't. You get on a hot streak there, you win a title but now they're shutting down too.
Max's demeanor changes to anger now.
Devlin: Guys… this is pointless.
Page: I struck a nerve there, eh Max? What’s pointless is a nothing happening chode like Max trying to plant seeds of distrust. Let’s get this perfectly straight, little man. The last thing I care about is you, your views, or your opinions. I’ve made my intentions clear the ONLY reason I’m here is for ONE person… Montuori, and with all due respect… you don’t get to question me.
Max goes to say something but Page cuts him off.
Page: My company is on the line here and the only reason I'm cool with you helping us fight for it is because of the respect I have for your tag team partner here and how he pounded the table for you. Don't make me look like a fool for taking that risk.
Page turns around and exits with Max scowling at him.
Devlin: Dude, where did that come from?
Max: Come on, let's get out of here.
Edward Grado and Pogo the Clown are set in ring but before the bell sounds we see Monday Night Brawl General Manager Jack Daniels appear on the WGWF-Tron with the WGWF Television Championship resting on his right shoulder.
JACK DANIELS: Pardon the interruption but I felt implored to announce that due to injury Bobby Ray Willis has relinquished the WGWF Television Championship, and instead of waiting around to crown a new Champion… I’ve decided that we will crown a new champion RIGHT NOW!
The crowd pops huge.
JACK DANIELS: The winner of this match between Pogo and Edward Grado will leave as the new WGWF Television Champion!
Jack Daniels hands the TV Title to a referee who sprints away before the tron flickers off and we’re concentrated on Pogo and Grado. The referee calls for the bell to a pop from the crowd.
DERRICK DIAMOND: We say anything can happen in the WGWF, and this is proof positive of that. We’re going to crown a new Television Champion right now!
FLASH ROTTEN: You can’t say that we don’t give opportunities when they’re deserved. Pogo is a former Tag Team Champion and Edward Grado has been on the uptick for several months on Smash.
The referee that Jack Daniels handed the TV Title to sprints down to the ring and hands the TV Title to the timekeeper.
DERRICK DIAMOND: It’s official.
Grado and Pogo circle each other and when Grado comes at Pogo we see Pogo run between the legs of Grado! Edward spins around where he’s kicked in the left shin before Pogo stomps on the toes of Edward’s right foot! Pogo darts back between Edward's legs and begins biting him on the rump! The referee lays the count to Pogo who releases his grip on Edward's left butt cheek and rolls him up with a School Boy!
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THR…
Grado escapes with a kick out and as he is getting back to his feet Pogo locks on a front face lock.
FLASH ROTTEN: Pogo started off hot and heavy but I’m not so sure a front face lock is going to help his cause.
... and it doesn’t. Edward simply stands up and in the process lifts Pogo up with him. Pogo frantically begins kicking both of his feet into the gut of Grado which allows him to spike Edward into the mat with a Tornado DDT! Pogo makes a cover!
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THRE…
Grado escapes with a kick out! The crowd begins to rally behind Edward with a chant of “GRADO! GRADO! GRADO!” in unison. Pogo runs towards the rope and ducks out to the ring apron under the middle rope. Pogo runs the apron to a corner and starts to climb up to the top rope.
DERRICK DIAMOND: Pogo’s going to fly!
Edward starts pushing himself up to his feet and when he stands Pogo sails off the top rope with a Missile Dropkick! Edward pulls a Samoa Joe and just walks off while waving at the crowd! Pogo pops back up to his feet and charges toward Edward who reaches down and palms the front of Pogo’s head like a basketball and holds him in place. Pogo swings both hands like a madman which doesn’t even come close to connecting with Edward.Stitches the Clown starts riding down to the ring on an oversized three-wheeler gaining Edward’s attention long enough for Pogo to start biting the thumb of Grado’s hand palming in his head. Stitches reaches ringside and get off the three-wheeler, he rolls something to Pogo before jumping up on the apron and distracting the referee.
FLASH ROTTEN: What’s that? Stitches slid something to Pogo!
Pogo picks up the item and starts to shake it uncontrollably. Pogo pops the top on the can and sprays silly string into Edward’s face! Grado begins using it like body wash in a shower, rubbing it in his hair and into his face. Stitches drop down to the floor just as Pogo throws the can at Grado and hits him in the forehead! Edward staggers backward and spills out to the floor through the ropes. Pogo distracts the referee and allows Stitches to come around the ring and blindside Grado when he gets to a vertical base. Stitches immediately begins putting the boots to Grado!
DERRICK DIAMOND: Come on!
FLASH ROTTEN: Why don’t you do something about it if you have that much of a problem with it.
Stitches picks Grado up and puts him against the ring post. Stitches rear back and swings with a right hand! Edward ducks and Stitches clocks the ring post! Edward spins Stitches around and lands a series of left-handed jabs followed by a bionic elbow to a huge roar from the crowd that drops stitches where he stands! Pogo blows past the referee and steps out to the ring apron under the middle rope and leaps off with a flying cross-body block! Grado catches Pogo and body slams him on Stitches!
Grado picks Pogo up and throws him back into the ring!
The crowd erupts with a massive ovation as Grado slides back into the ring. Grado points towards his corner where his fanny pack lays. Edward walks over to his corner and reaches down picking up the fanny pack. Stitches jumps back up on the apron and distracts the referee which allows Pogo to come from behind with a low blow! Edward crumbles to the mat dropping his fanny pack! Pogo reaches down picking it up and unzips it. Pogo looks confused. He reaches inside the fanny pack with his right hand and when Pogo draws it back his right index finger is stuck in something. Pogo sticks his left finger on the other side of the object and it becomes stuck!
DERRICK DIAMOND: A Chinese Finger Trap!
Pogo throws a fit and doesn’t realize that Grado recovers and rolls him up with a school boy! The referee spins around and sees the cover!
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WINNER AND NEW WGWF TELEVISION CHAMPION: EDWARD GRADO
Match Time: 8:45
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The crowd completely loses their shit!
FLASH ROTTEN: GRADO DID IT! GRADO IS THE NEW TELEVISION CHAMPION! HOLY SHIT!
The crowd starts singing along to the sweet sounds of Madonna as the referee awards Edward the WGWF Television Championship before raising his arm in the air! Edward is in a state of shock as he looks at the TV Title and questions if it’s now his. The referee nods his head and raises his arm in the air one more time.
DERRICK DIAMOND: Unbelievable! Way to go Edward!
Pogo rolls out to the apron still locked in the Chinese Fingertrap and into the arms of Stitches who carries him up in the ramp cradled in his arms. Edward walks toward a set of buckles where he climbs up on the middle rope and hoists up the WGWF Television Championship like he’s The Rock giving a big smell as he closes his eyes and soaks in the ovation from the crowd!
FLASH ROTTEN: Don’t ever let anyone tell you that you’re not good enough, you’re not capable enough, or that you can’t do anything that you set your mind out to accomplish because Edward Grado is proof positive that good things happen to good people.
Suddenly we see coming from the crowd a figure in a black hoodie with the hood over his head. The figure slides into the ring and rushes across where he blasts Edward with a clubbing blow across the back! The figure brings Grado out of the corner with a running Liger Bomb driving the newly crowned Television Champion into the mat! The figure gets to his feet where he picks up the WGWF Television Championship.
The hood is tossed back revealing SETH STEVENS.
DERRICK DIAMOND: Stevens has spoiled the celebration!
Seth unzipped his hoodie and removed it before placing the WGWF Television Championship on the chest of Grado. Stevens backs up into a neutral corner where he spins around and sling shots up to the top rope. Seth spins around with a booing crowd behind him. He eyes Grado and leaps off the top rope with a 10 Star Frog Splash driving all his weight into the Television Title driving it into the chest of Grado.Seth rolls out of the ring clutching at his ribs. The camera gets a tight shot as we hear Seth spout out.
SETH STEVENS- “WAR GAMES! LAST MAN STANDING! IF YOU HAVE THE BALLS!
The Titantron lights up and shows the back hallways of the arena. A few of the local arena workers are cleaning up, and WGWF staff are walking around making sure things are running smoothly. When suddenly, from around the corner comes J MONT. He sees the camera and cannot help himself.
J MONT: A lot has gone down tonight and I'm not going to repeat anything that went down because it will be all over the news tomorrow anyway. Right now, there is one MORE thing that needs to be addressed and that is my former BROTHER. My former Stablemate. My former GOOD FRIEND. The Smash Champion. ENIGMA!
The fans inside the arena start a BIG E chant.
J MONT: You guys can cheer for that freak all you want. Everyone wants to talk about how unbeatable Enigma has been since he has gotten to the WGWF. But no one has been able to take the train off its tracks. At a Supershow about a month or so ago, the Main Event was a Street Fight with myself versus Enigma. The match everyone wanted to see but it never really happened because we were brawling and fighting so badly before the match that they called the match a DRAW and that was that. I showed the world I can BE THE ONE to take down Enigma and end this so-called STREAK. There is no one on either roster right now that can do it but J MONT. So, Barrows and Daniels, find an OFFICE you can use and get the contract written up. J Mont vs Enigma for the Smash Title. Whoever gets this title match on a contract just MIGHT get J Mont signed to a contract. Call it what you want to call it, but this match needs to happen. Enigma thinks that he calls the shots and is already scared to face Amber Mansley. Maybe Big E is finally realizing that leaving The Fortunate Ones was the worst idea of his life. Now, if you want to know the truth.
ENIGMA IS SCARED OF J MONT!
J MONT: That is why he is not taking the match or making it happen. So, I give to you, a new name for the Smash Champion.
“THE COWARDLY MONSTER” SEV YURIEVICH
J MONT: Just admit it, Enigma. You know that J Mont is the man to take that precious title off of you and send you packing back to the IIW. You are forgetting that I know you very well and that I know all your weaknesses and what I need to do to get into that big dumb head of yours. All the weights you can lift won't save you. All the passages you throw at me won't save you. The only thing that can SAVE YOU is that Barrows and Daniels dont make this match. You can call them your Saviors if they don't book this, but I know you Enigma. The more and more I ask for this and say what I say, you are going to tell them to book this match. But, it's in your best interest to talk to them and tell them that this Smash World Championship match needs to happen on a big stage. A PPV to be exact. The ball is in your court COWARDLY MONSTER!
J Mont laughs into the camera as he walks away.
Derrick Diamond: Now that is a statement. J Mont is the top dog in the WGWF if you ask me. Everything revolves around him.
Flash Rotten: J Mont needs to worry about War Games and not anything else going on.
Derrick Diamond: J Mont knows what he is doing. He always does. Just watch and let's see how this plan of his unfolds.
Ding! Ding!
We see Kenji stand across the ring with CJ Phoenix as the fans are cheering both men on. The newly drafted old member from Monday Night Smash standing in the Main Event against the number one contender fort he world title.
Derrick Diamond: Listen to the crowd!! They are behind both men.
Flash Rotten: These people are just bored after watching that Joe Montuori thing!!
Phoenix and Kenji circle each other, showing respect for each other’s ability as Kenji extends his hands to try a test of strength with CJ Phoenix. But the number one contender for the World Title backs off, shaking his head no as this causes him to circle the former Smash roster member some more. Kenji nods his head, quickly spins around and goes for a kick that misses CJ Phoenix by a hair but follows it up with a spinning kick that connects Phoenix in the midsection before pushing him in the ropes for an Irish Whip. Kenji gets reversed by Phoenix, who then follows it up with a standing dropkick against the chest of Kenji that sends him into the corner. Phoenix kips up, charges towards Kenji who sidesteps as Phoenix manages to anticipate that sidestep by jumping over the ropes towards the ring apron. He then executes a kick towards Kenji’s face, only for the newcomer to Brawl as Kenji grabs hold of the leg and punches in the knee of Phoenix who drops to the outside.
Derrick Diamond: That was a good block by Kenji, it’s just a hard landing for CJ to the outside.
Kenji steps through the ropes and jumps to the floor before grabbing the arm of CJ Phoenix and helps him to his feet before rolling him back in the ring. He gets up the ring apron and measures Phoenix who slowly rises to his feet while trying to keep his weight off his painful leg as much as possible before walking into a Springboard Clothesline from the outside back in by Kenji before going for the cover.
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Phoenix manages to get his shoulder off the canvas just before the count of three. Kenji immediately grabs the leg of Phoenix and locks it in a single Boston Crab after turning the number one contender around on his stomach as he sits deep on top of Phoenix. CJ Phoenix immediately extends his arms towards the ring ropes in an attempt to force a rope break by the official.
Flash Rotten: Tough Luck CJ!! Just a few inches away from the ropes!!!
Indeed, CJ is having issues reaching the rope as his reach is just a few inches away from the bottom rope. Forcing him to place both hands upon the canvas and start to drag him towards the bottom rope before finally managing to force a rope break by the official. Kenji immediately lets go as he turns his attention back to the painful leg, only for CJ Phoenix to thwart it by spinning his other leg towards Kenji that stops him from nearing him. Phoenix manages to pull him to the outside of the ring, trying to gain some distance between him and Kenji. Who slides out of the ring and starts to follow CJ Phoenix, who is staggering around the ring until he catches him and spins CJ Phoenix around as Phoenix manages to block a punch from Kenji and hits a back elbow to his opponent that staggers Kenji.
Flash Rotten: Why are they being so nice to each other?? This is wrestling, I want to see blood damnit!!!
Phoenix follows Kenji, spins him around as he sends him shoulder first into the ring post before rolling himself back in the ring and grabs hold of his painful leg that is clearly bothering him. The official is checking in on Kenji before starting to use a ten count as the new Brawl superstar is slowly pushing him away from the ring post.
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Kenji is rubbing his shoulder, clearly feeling the after effects from hitting the ring post before slowly staggering towards the ring.
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Kenji manages to roll into the ring before the count of eight, causing the official to signal that the match continues as we see CJ Phoenix hobbling towards his opponent as he has gotten to his feet. Phoenix sets himself up for a Standing Moonsault, connects on Kenji before he gets to his feet and grabs hold of Kenji’s arm as he sets him up for a slam and drops Kenji with a Body Slam before walking towards the turnbuckles and sets himself up to the second turnbuckle as he goes for a fist drop from the second rope and connects to Kenji’s face before going for the cover.
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Kenji manages to get his shoulder off the canvas just in time to break the count as Phoenix doesn’t waste time and gets up and runs the ropes only to be leveled by a Kenji clothesline that sends Phoenix down to the canvas hard as Kenji drops to his knees and hooks both of Phoenix his legs.
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Derrick Diamond: That was a near fall for Kenji!!!
Kenji looks questionably towards the official, who shows him that it was just a count of two. Kenji nods his head, slowly rises to his feet as he starts to clap his hands to get the crowd behind him.
Flash Rotten: Has he got cold hands???
Derrick Diamond: No Flash, he tries to get the crowd behind him. I think he will be a big time hit on Monday Night Brawl.
Kenji sets CJ Phoenix up for a Body slam, only for CJ Phoenix slips out of his grip and pushes Kenji into the ropes for a Rollup. Only for Kenji use the momentum against him and rolls through into a rollup pinfall.
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Thr…
CJ Phoenix kicks out at two, both men get up to his feet as both men knock each other down with a double clothesline as that causes the official to start a ten count on both men.
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We see both men start to crawl towards the ring ropes, trying to get back to their feet before charging in on each other, CJ Phoenix drops to the canvas as Kenji runs towards the opposite side of the ring as he comes off the ropes and gets dropped to the canvas by a CJ Phoenix hiptoss before dropping an Elbow onto Kenji as he goes for the cover.
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Thr..
Kenji manages to kick out at the count of two, CJ Phoenix immediately follows it up by a kick into the back of Kenji before running the ropes before setting Kenji up for a running knee in the face as he goes for another cover.
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Thr….
Kenji manages to kick out at the last moment, CJ Phoenix goes for a Standing Moonsault but lands upon the knees of Kenji who rolls him up for another pinfall attempt.
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Thr…
This time it is CJ Phoenix that manages to kick out before the count could be administered. Kenji’s eyes can be seen widened as he cannot believe the fact that this wasn’t a three count.
Derrick Diamond: That was a tough break for Kenji.
Kenji gets up, sets CJ Phoenix up for a Body Slam and drops him before running towards the ropes as he sets himself up for an aerial attack. Only for CJ Phoenix to kip up and execute a superkick to the face of Kenji as he then follows it up by running to the ropes and executes a Frog Splash before going for the cover.
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Ding! Ding! Ding!!
The official raises the arm of CJ Phoenix in victory as the crowd goes insane. We see him grab hold of the hand of Kenji and pulls him up to his feet before shaking it as both men had put up a big time fight on this Monday Night Brawl.
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Winner by pinfall: CJ Phoenix
Time: 17.11
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The intro to "Mi Gente", the Re-Mix by J Balvin featuring Beyoncé and Willy William begins to play, getting the crowd to jump to their feet. Once the beat drops, out steps "Cholo" Giovanni Santana looking as good as ever, with the World Heavyweight championship wrapped tightly around his waist. He holds his usual Mezcal cocktail in his hand and is flashing that million-dollar smile of his as he stands there, soaking in all the love from the fans.
“THE BIG TICKET” HARVEY MARX: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome YOUR Two Time Heavyweight Champion of the World…. “CHOLO” GIOVANNI SANTANA!
He makes his way to the ring, having a few exchanges with the fans, all in good fun. Once at ringside, he puts his drink down on the apron, takes off the World title and just like he used to do with the IC title, he picks a kid on the crowd and puts it over his shoulder. He asks the kid if he can hold it for him and the kid nods and then goes crazy with excitement. Cholo then jumps up on the apron, grabs his drink and after wiping his shoes, always respecting the ring, he gets inside. He right away locks eyes with CJ Phoenix who is leaning on the ropes, catching a breather after a hard-fought match. Cholo gets a mic handed to him and as his music dies down, he speaks.
CHOLO: QUE PASA SEATTLE!!!
The crowd cheers loudly.
CHOLO: Donde esta mi gente Latina?!
A great portion of the crowd cheers loudly. Cholo pounds his chest proudly and after acknowledging the fans, he turns his attention to CJ.
CHOLO: Mi gente, please, give it up for CJ Phoenix!
Cholo puts the mic under his arm and then proceeds to applaud CJ. The crowd cheers loudly and a “CJ!” chant breaks out. CJ nods to Cholo and then looks around to the crowd, raising a hand and waving.
CHOLO: Yes, well done CJ, well done. Listen amigo, Cholo knows you are tired, so he won’t take too much of your time. Cholo didn’t want to come out earlier in the show and call you out because he didn’t want to interrupt your match prep or take focus away from a very game Kenji Myanoto. Props to him as well, helluva match amigos, again, well done.
CJ nods again, Cholo nods back but the smile he had been sporting since he came out here fades away, and now he’s all business.
CHOLO: CJ you are on quite a tear, and it pains me to say that it all started with your win over Cholo a few shows ago… For that promo Cholo said he was nobody’s rebound but he ended up being just that for you… You managed to do what only two others have been able to do before, and that is beat Cholo... You also managed to do something that only one other person had ever been able to do in WGWF, and that is pin Cholo for the 1, 2, 3... Now Cholo is not going to come out here and make excuses, because that it is not his ‘estilo’, but what he will do is… is offer an apology.
CJ is taken a bit back by this and so are the fans who have gone completely silent.
CHOLO: That’s right, Cholo must apologize to you CJ, because when we fought, Cholo did not give you the time, attention and respect you deserved… Cholo was too caught up on his feud, and let’s face it, his hatred for Mac Bane… Cholo was honed in on regaining the World Heavyweight championship and nothing else… Cholo could continue on and give you a bunch of coulda, shoulda, woulda, but the bottom line is, he didn’t think anything of our match then, he saw it just as a bump in the road to his title and it ended up being just that: a hell of a bump. For treating you and that match in such a way CJ, Cholo is truly sorry.
Cholo extends his hand out to CJ for him to shake and CJ thinks on it for a moment, looking around at the crowd who right away start a “shake his hand!” chant. CJ shrugs and says ‘why not?’ before shaking Cholo’s hand. He then walks back to the corner and awaits for what else Cholo has to say.
CHOLO: Now, having said all of that…
The crowd’s ears perk up, and you can even hear a fan say: “here we go!” Cholo looks his way with his eyes only and half smiles. CJ appears amused as well.
CHOLO: You now have ALL of Cholo’s attention!
CJ smirks.
CHOLO: and while Cholo was at home last Brawl, nursing his injuries, he still tuned in and watched the show along with millions of fans around the world… That’s right, Cholo heard every single word you had to say…
CJ mouths the word “good”.
CHOLO: Yes, very gracious of you CJ... You had the commentators talking about how much respect you have for Cholo and you probably do... But you what Cholo heard? A lot of backhanded compliments there… A lot of double-meaning remarks, and it’s cool man, Cholo gets it… You got to put yourself over first and foremost and when you have a win over the now re-crowned World Champion, why the hell not? Cholo would probably do the same thing if he was in such position… But all those comments aside, Cholo is glad that you’re excited for this match, Cholo is glad that you are 100% focused on this match, Cholo is glad that you are oozing with confidence. Cholo would expect no less from a number one contender…. And you can expect no less from Cholo as well because he is almost 100% now, but come June, he definitely will be. So CJ, tonight is your night, enjoy it, much deserve win… Keep it going, you’ll need to, if you want to take that away from me.
Cholo points to the world title being held by the kid on the outside.
CHOLO: Because Cholo went through three stages of hell to get that back around his waist, so what do you think Cholo is willing to do to keep it?!
CJ points to his arm, showing Cholo that he got goosebumps from it.
CHOLO: Thank you CJ, for your time, gracias Seattle, thank you for welcoming WGWF into your home! We’ll be back before you know it... until then, who's ready for a fiesta?!
Cholo’s music hits and the crowd cheers loudly. Cholo goes up to CJ and fist bumps him. They exchange a few words only they can hear as the show comes to an end.