Monday Night Smash Results: 7.15.24
Jul 15, 2024 18:29:49 GMT -5
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Post by Jonathan Barrows on Jul 15, 2024 18:29:49 GMT -5
Fade in at ringside with a shot of Patrick Mathews and CJJ standing beside the ring.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Welcome everyone to the resurgence of WGWF Dark. I’m Patrick and he’s CJJ, and collectively we will be calling the action right here tonight before Monday Night Smash takes the air.
CJJ: The fans are still filing in as we anticipate a wild night here at the T-Mobile Arena in Kansas City as we are coming off a shocking War Games Pay-Per-View event that left the jaws of the collective wrestling world on the floor. Later tonight we are going to hear from Chris Page and J Mont, but before we can even get on that countdown we’ve got several matches on tap to kick things off.
PATRICK MATHEWS: It’s going to be a crazy night. Let’s get to the ring and our opening match on WGWF Dark.
The crowd was solidly behind Gideon King as we get our first look at Milk Mayson in what seems like months. King and Mayson lock up center ring. Gideon snatches the side headlock and snaps Mayson over with ease for a two count. Gideon took over for the next several minutes. Mayson gained the upper hand with a thumb to the eye. Milk Mayson clobbers King sending him out to the floor. Mayson gives chase and hops down after King. Milk looks to send King into the ring post but King counters and sends Mayson cracking into the ringpost. Gideon wastes no time in hurling Mayson back into the ring and slides in after him where he measures him and delivers the Checkmate for the win.
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WINNER VIA PINFALL: GIDEON KING
Match Time: 5:43
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CJJ: Gideon King finds himself back to winning ways tonight over Milk Mayson.
PATRICK MATHEWS: If he hadn’t I’d be questioning it… like a lot.
CJJ: I’m being told we’re going to hear from John Cable.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Say his name and he appears.
The lights dim around the arena and a hush descends on the crowd. The opening taps of drums and the beginning riffs of the violins and bass of TRUST by Megadeath can be heard filtering through the speakers.
CJJ: That's John Cable's OLD music! What's going on right now?
Green pin spots swirl wildly around the arena flashing across the fans. Smoke fills the metal ramp as the drum beat and the guitar pick up a bit. A figure can be seen making its way out of the curtain atop the ramp, and green spotlights tear into the darkness, crisscrossing wildly in front of the curtain where we see a large silhouette of a man lit from behind the curtains.
The lyrics begin to chant the chorus and the chugging bass beat, the crashing cymbals and the kicking riffs of the guitar all start to really get going. The spotlights are waving across the stage wildly, and out of the darkness of the curtain, into the green spotlights waving everywhere, just as the music kicks in hard, a mask-less Johnathan Cable springs forward onto the ramp screaming at the night.
An abnormally mixed reaction from the crowd finally dies down as John makes his way to the edge of the stage and brings a mic to his mouth.
JOHN CABLE: Yeah... that tracks. It seems like everywhere I go now... day by day... I feel like people are growing even more ungrateful for years I've put into this business... for the blood sweat and tears I've shed in and out of that ring... for the sacrifices I've made for this... for them... for all of YOU!
A smattering of cheers ring out in the sea of boos.
JOHN CABLE: That's right... go ahead. Get it out of your system. The fact of the matter is that I have worked too damned hard to get here for me to really care about your cheers or boos when everywhere I look... the bunch of you are just shitting on everyone and everything around you. Guys out here trying to be good people and help others? Did it wrong. Cancel him. Someone out here struggling to make ends meet and suffering for it? They must just be lazy. Cancel them. You make me fucking sick with your bullshit ideology and your fit in or die mentality... and the real ones out there will know exactly what I'm talking about.
The fans are divided. Some believe the message and whole-heartedly agree, but others are just booing, clearly responding to the hate filled tirade of the Beast.
JOHN CABLE: When it was announced that the WGWF would have our Relaunch show... I offered my services in every capacity I could. Security. Catering. Construction. You name... I had it... and I gave it willingly to the company so that I could ensure that the relaunch would be exactly what it needed to be so that this whole company could succeed and ensure a place for everyone on the payroll to work for as long as we could keep the doors open. Maybe this time we could finally recapture the Legacy this company used to have and put it back on the map... and boy did we! From the ashes of the mistakes of the past, rose the most prominent wrestling company on the planet... the WGWF was back and better than ever. We had the best roster of talent anywhere, and only the best of production staff and facilities for the fans! We had it all... and as time went on... the same familiar faces of greed and betrayal started to show themselves around every corner.
John paces back and forth across the front of the stage as the fans murmur among themselves.
JOHN CABLE: See... I've been here before... almost like a deja vu to be honest. I watched Chris Page's greed and corruption ruin this company several times before... and I don't know about you guys... but I'll be damned if I worked this hard to make this company the flagship wrestling promotion in the world to jut sit by and watch it all crumble to dust again because Page wouldn't know what good business was if it bit him in the dick.
The fans pop for the insult, but simmer down rather quick. They seem to be listening to him now, instead of just booing him.
JOHN CABLE: I watched as JMont built his faction of degenerate hacks. I heard him call my name from the ring every time he showed his smug fucking face. I listened to him lie out of both sides of his mouth. I watched as he dominated the airwaves unchallenged. I watched as the Unfortunate Ones took over the WGWF... and I wondered why the company was letting it happen. I wondered what could possibly be the reason the WGWF would waste so much air time on what could possibly be the most self-righteous, self-absorbed, pompous asshole I think I have ever seen... and then War Games happened, and all of it made perfect sense!
JOHN CABLE: I put my trust in Chris Page... just like I put my trust in all of you... just like I put my trust in Devlin and Max... just like I put my trust in the WGWF to run a tight a ship and not fuck me over this time... and I was an idiot. I never felt the need to come out here before and shut JMont up. He was just a blustery bag of hot air and no real actions. He would rather lie his way into your hearts and get rich off of sponsorship and image deals... because at the end of the day... all he has is an image... a fake one... and he wasn't worth my time. I know... deep down... he's a fucking coward, and even if I did get him in a ring, he would cheat to win and it would never end up in a one on one. It hasn't ever... and he knows what it cost him if it ever did... so he won't sign. He won't put his ass on the line against me... and he will spend the next five years ducking me if I sit around and wait for a contracted match with his stupid ass. So I won't... I won't wait... there is no line... there is no escape... there is no hope for JMont... or Chris Page... or Amber Mansley... and there damned sure isn't a prayer in hell for Clyde Newton.
The fans pop for the mention of the TFO Members and the threat inherent in his words.
JOHN CABLE: You have no idea what kind of Pandora's Box you opened at War Games, Clyde. What happens next is your fault, and all of the blood I'm going to spill is on your hands. I hope it was worth it.
JOHN CABLE: The Unfortunate Ones are on sight with me from now on... period. If they so much as show their faces in the parking lot... I will be there with bells on and I intend to bring vengeance with me every time. Page... warn your soldiers... cause this is War you sunofabitch... and I intend to bleed you dry.
John tosses the mic on the stage and storms off as TRUST by Megadeath hits the speakers again and the crowd reacts with disbelief and confusion.
The bell sounds for our next contest and immediately Francis is on the attack with a flurry of right and lefts to Lightning before taking them down with a release belly to belly suplex. Francis followed up with a Falcon Arrow for a two count. Lightning was sent into a neutral corner but turned things around with a reverse elbow followed by a missile dropkick off the middle rope for a near fall. Lightning set up Francis for a Piledriver but Francis countered with a back body drop. Francis follows up with a Bulldog Choke! The referee is in position asking for Lightning to surrender but it’s Lightning who manages to find his way to the ropes. The referee calls for the break but Francis refuses to let go until the referee’s four count. Francis is admonished by the referee but can careless. Francis picks up Lightning and sets him up for a Buckle Bomb but Lightning counters into a sunset flip and picked up the three count!
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WINNER VIA PINFALL: LIGHTNING
Match Time: 7:45
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Post Match saw Francis livid as he attacked Lightning from behind! Francis stamps an exclamation point with a Somoan Driver to Lightning before Thunder hits the ring and Francis takes a powder.
PATRICK MATHEWS: Lightning picks up a BIG victory tonight but at what costs?
CJJ: Lightning better thank his lucky stars that Thunder was here or else Francis would have done way more damage. Lightning might have won the battle but he certainly lost the war.
The bell sounds and Hixx spouts off at Tall-Tide as she walks toward the center of the ring where Latoya shoves Jetta only to see Jetta land a lightning quick spinning reverse elbow strike that lays out Latoya where she stands. Tall-Tide makes the cover and scores the quick victory.
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WINNER VIA PINFALL: JETTA TALL-TIDE
Match Time: :23
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CJJ: What a quick win for the returning Jetta Tall-Tide. She just put Latoya Hixx in her place!
PATRICK MATHEWS: Welcome back Jetta Tall-Tide! She isn’t taking anything from Latoya Hixx and put her down with a quickness.
CJJ: Before we wrap up Dark we’re going to hear from Pogo The Clown.
The Main Event of the Dark show has subsided as we see Denise Essex seated backstage as she is smiling into the camera.
Denise Essex: Welcome back to the show that people never seemed to get enough off!! And with the return of Dark is also the return of my in depth interviews with the members of our roster. And today I have a rather special guest in Pogo the Clown
The camera pans out, causing us to see Pogo the clown seated upon the chair opposing Denise Essex, Pogo nervously looks around before noticing the red light of the camera that is focused upon him is turned on.
Pogo: Uhm Denise?? Is that camera turned on??
Denise smiles as she reaches over and pats the tiny clown on the knee in a reassuring fashion.
Denise Essex: Yes it is Pogo, but do not worry. We have rehearsed this interview and I know you will do fine.
Pogo swallows a bit before turning his attention back to the camera as he starts to wave to the audience watching this in the arena on the big screen.
Denise Essex: Okay Pogo, you have had a roller coaster of a year so far along with your tag team partner Stitches. You have won the tag team titles against the until then seemingly unstoppable team of S.E.X.
Pogo motions to the camera to come closer, causing it to zoom in on him as he starts to whisper towards it.
Pogo: Practice safe S.E.X. folks!!!
This causes Denise to blush a little before regaining her composure.
Denise Essex: Right…, how did it feel by winning those titles Pogo??
Pogo snaps his head back from the camera towards Denise, causing him to scratch the green clowns hair on the top of his head before answering that question.
Pogo: To be honest Denise?? It was a dream come true, but also it was a dream that turned into a nightmare.
Denise Essex: How so Pogo??
Pogo looks down to his tiny legs as he starts to nervously thumb his tiny fingers against each other before looking back up to Denise Essex with a pout on his face.
Pogo: Well you see, me and Stitches were broke when we entered the WGWF, we barely got any recognition from the fans or the wrestlers in the back. I only had one friend and I looked up to her big time.
Denise Essex nods her head as Pogo continues to talk
Pogo: You see Denise, I have always wanted to have fun and entertain the crowd. But I noticed that Miss Jenny had the Television Title and how confident she was having it around her waist or holding it around her shoulder that it made me want to experience that feeling too. And when we got that opportunity to face that legendary tag team, it made me want to beat them so that people in the audience would like me and that miss Jenny would be proud of me.
He gives Denise Essex a sly smile before looking around.
Pogo: Can I have a glass of water??
Denise nods her head to some backstage hand, who goes off and find a glass of water for Pogo before returning shortly after and hands him the glass of water.
Pogo: Thank you.
He takes a few sips and then holds the glass in his tiny hands as he continues.
Pogo: That moment was a dream for me, but I guess I got overconfident and me and Stitches were seeing the big limelights and the money were rolling into our bank account. Can you imagine Denise?? Two broke clowns having a bank account with lots of money??? We spent it harder than it came in, it was crazy.
Denise nods her head as she leans forward to the clown and starts to ask him a question.
Denise Essex: I remember you even had a custom made belt created for you as the original was too big
Pogo nodded his head as he sighs.
Pogo: Yeah, it was the second biggest dream ever coming true.
Denise Essex: Second???
Pogo: You know besides my friend Miss Jenny…. I got to watch Disney+ at her place while we painted our faces and stuff. She even visited me in the hospital several times while I was injured.
This causes an ahhh to be heard throughout the audience as the crowd is listening to Pogo’s story.
Pogo: What’s that???
Says Pogo as he looks up startled, causing some water to splash him across his chest that causes Denise to hide a small smile behind her hand before a stage hand comes over and tries to wipe some of the water off of him with a small towel.
Denise Essex: That is the crowd reacting to your story Pogo, people like the wrestlers to open up and share their feelings as they can relate to them.
Pogo: They do???
A small part of the crowd starts to cheer for Pogo as others start to chant for Pogo that causes him to feel a bit more relieved and shy at the same time. Starting to wave his hand to the crowd before turning his attention back to Denise Essex.
Denise Essex: Please go on Pogo.
Pogo: Oh right, yeah I just really like Miss Jenny and I wanted to do something in return for her after winning the titles. I felt that she was the only one that actually cared about me and Stitches, so I thought how cool it would be for the three of us hold a tag title.
Denise Essex: I believe we have footage of you and Stitches handing her the tag titles during your championship coronation party.
The Tron shows som footage of Jenny Myst receiving the titles as this brought big smiles on both Jenny and Pogo’s faces before it returns back to Pogo and Denise.
Pogo: I thought I had became as invincible as Miss Jenny, but I guess I was wrong….
He lowers his head again, causing Denise to feel bad for the little fellow as the crowd also start to applaud and cheer little Pogo on to make him feel more comfortable.
Denise Essex: You are doing a good job Pogo
Pogo: My world fell apart, I heard people being so happy that the dastardly clowns no longer were the tag champs. Hell, even that mean Mr. Page told the world that he was proud of the Cassette Collective for beating us fair and square I may add.
We see a tear emerge upon the left cheek of Pogo before he starts to wipe it away with his tiny gloved hand.
Pogo: I want to apologize to Pax and KC for the things that I had caused between the two teams, hell I still have that Christmas gift wrapped in the box in my bedroom. Swearing that I would only open it when I had redeemed myself.
This causes some of the fans to respond with another ahhh as they start to feel bad for little Pogo.
Denise Essex: You mentioned Chris Page, I noticed that the two of you never got along?
Pogo nodded his head.
Pogo: I think it may be because I have noticed that the majority of the people do not like clowns, hell some even fear us.
Crowd: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
Pogo: Devlin Knight said it, hell even that great guy Cholo admitted he had a fear to overcome with me and Stitches being clowns. And I feel that Mr. Page has been the catalyst behind it all, trying to tell the roster to hate us in order to get us kicked out.
Denise Essex: Except for Jenny Myst right???
Pogo nods his head, only for him to slowly stop and look down to his tiny hands as he takes a final sip from his equally tiny glass of water.
Pogo: I guess….
Denise lifts an eyebrow, clearly she had not anticipated this response.
Denise Essex: Pogo???
Pogo takes a deep breath and looks up.
Pogo: It kind of hurt my feelings when she had told me that she had joined J Monts team for War Games and I wasn’t asked. But I am a big boy and I understand that people need to like others before asking them out to do something together.
The crowd reacts by chanting Pogo’s name
Pogo: But I thought we would go back to what we always did after War Games, but then I saw her being a part of the man that hates my guts. And that has caused me to lock myself up in my room, contemplating all that I have done since joining WGWF. Realizing why me and Stitches weren’t booked for a match at War Games…. It kinda made me mad Denise.
Denise puts a hand in front of her mouth in clear shock, clearly she had not anticipated this reaction from Pogo as he looks up in anger.
Pogo: I understand that people like to make fun of others, because it makes them feel good or somehow. They call them bullies Denise and Mr. Page is a big time bully.
The crowd cheers loud for Pogo as he gets up to his feet upon the somewhat wobbling chair.
Pogo: I can take the laughs behind my back, I can take the pointing fingers directed at me if I fall down on my clown's nose as my large shoes get stuck between he ropes for the millionth time. Hell, I can even take the people telling me that I am a clown!! As if that’s a bad thing!!! But what I cannot take is stealing MY FRIEND away from me!!!
Crowd: Pogo!! Pogo!! Pogo!!! Pogo!!!
Pogo: Mr. Page thinks he is such a big time meanie, thinking that he can play mind games with nice and good people like Mr. Devlin Knight!!! But I guess Mr. Page forgot that there is a little clown out there in his company that is the master of the mind games!!!
The crowd goes insane for Pogo as he starts to point at his forehead.
Pogo: You bring in your stupid barbed wire weapon all you want, it shows you that you need that to compensate in an area where you come up short!!!
Crowd: Ohhhhh!!!
Pogo: And no, I am not referring to a small package whatever that may be. But no, I heard from listening to some private conversations between you and Mrs. Page that you have a small bladder!! That you need to use some diapers at times in order to prevent you from peeing your pants.
Denise Essex: What the???
But Pogo is too much riled up to hear the response from Denise.
Pogo: I am a clown that would not lower itself to your level, but you made it personal Mr. Page So personal that I am forced to teach you a lesson inside the ring!! That’s right Mr. Page, I am going to challenge you to a brutal match!! Not a wrestling match, oh no. I am challenging you to a Last Clown Standing!! Where you have to beat your opponent so badly that he cannot get up before the count of ten!!
Denise Essex is in shock to the vicious nature from Pogo while the crowd are clearly on his side.
Denise Essex: Are you sure Pogo?? You saw what he did to Grado during the War Games match, what do you think he wouldn’t do to you in a match like that??
Pogo: I don’t care Denise, I have to do this. I realize that I will be a bloodied mess, that I will have a bruised and perhaps a broken and beaten down body. But I will not surrender to a tyrant like him, he needs to be taught a lesson!! And I am the clown that is more than willing and capable to do it!!!!
Crowd: Pogo!! Pogo!! Pogo!!!
With that Pogo jumps off the chair and runs to the arena as he wants to be with the crowd as this leaves Denise Essex seated in her chair with a look of shock on her face.
Denise Essex: I need a drink, because this is the weirdest interview ever.
The screen turns black, as we’re ready to begin once again on our wrestling journey. The flames appear at the bottom of the screen, beginning to spread along its borders. They flicker, growing in size, overtaking everything in sight. As the inferno continues to spread, we hear the theme music beginning, coming hard through your speakers.
As the frame becomes entirely inflamed, we begin to see video clips from the video spliced in with wrestling maneuvers from some of your favorite stars. David Francis comes flying in with the Kamikaze. Latoya Hixx tortures her opponent with the Bridging Crossface. Jonathan Cable gives another opponent a Waking Nightmare. Mark Wright goes Mad with his top-rope diving headbutt. Xavier Lux takes his foe off the top with The Cure. Seemingly flying from a different direction, we see CJ Phoenix coming in with the Phoenix Splash. Devlin Knight nails his opponent with the Knightmare. Hanari Carnes locks a wrestler into ¡Viva el dominicano! Kenji Miyamoto breaks out his Angels Wings. We finish with a shot of Joe Montuori laughing, as other members of The Fortunate Ones stand behind him. As the wrestling continues, a voice is heard, echoing over the song.
“It’s all about the glory. It’s all about success. Welcome to WGWF Monday Night Smash.”
We now see the champions showing their expertise. WGWF Blood Bath Champion Corey Bull delivers the Downward Spiral on top of a volcano. WGWF Television Champion Edward Grado comes down the aisle, dancing to Madonna. WGWF X Division Champion Amber Mansley breaks out the It’s Giving Finisher, posing afterwards. WGWF co-World Tag-Team Champion Synn puts her opponent into the Bram Stoker, with her tag-team partner, Jestyr Seryous, running in with The Bed Time Story. Maxwell Mason Stone, as the WGWF Intercontinental Champion, swings his opponent into Momenta Axis. The WGWF Smash Heavyweight Champion, Enigma sends an opponent to Damnation. And in the end, WGWF World Heavyweight Champion Cholo takes out another threat with El Matador. The flames suddenly rise up, covering the screen…
And as the fire is extinguished, we find ourselves in the T-Mobile Center in Kansas City, Missouri!! The crowd is going wild, hyped to be here for the first show following War Games. We pan across the crowd, showing a number of signs…
“The Page Is Turned Again”
“We Love Cholo!!”
“Amber Mansley > Joe Montuori”
“I Believe In John Cable”
“It’s Time To Be Toxik!”
After we pass through the crowd one more time, we head to the announce table, where Derrick Diamond and Flash Rotten are waiting.
DERRICK DIAMOND: Hello, everyone, and welcome the Monday Night Smash!!
FLASH ROTTEN: Don’t adjust your televisions, people, you did, indeed, get an upgrade at the commentary position!
DERRICK DIAMOND: That’s right, the OG’s are here to lead us through this new iteration of the WGWF! And what a night we’ve got planned for tonight!
FLASH ROTTEN: Definitely! We’ve got a Pure Wrestling match, a No Disqualification match, and in the main event, Amber Mansley gets forced to defend the X-Division Title against Hanari Carnes in a Submission match!
DERRICK DIAMOND: You sound way too happy about that, Flash.
FLASH ROTTEN: What can I say? I’m looking forward to that contest.
DERRICK DIAMOND: Uh huh. I think I’m just as excited about John Cable and Johnny Stylez, aka Jestyr Seryous, facing off in a No Disqualification match with a Tag-Team Titles shot on the line.
FLASH ROTTEN: That one’s going to be extremely wild, it’s almost guaranteed.
DERRICK DIAMOND: But really, let’s face facts, most people are interested in our final segment this evening, as we’re going to hear from Chris Page about his actions at War Games. Many people are still cursing Page’s name, furious at what he did to Team Knight.
FLASH ROTTEN: Yeah, I don’t think many people saw it coming. I mean, I thought it was obvious, but I’m smarter than most fans…
DERRICK DIAMOND: Sure you are, Flash. Well, let’s not waste any time, let’s get things going with a very special guest!
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.
DERRICK DIAMOND: and here comes our ‘still’ world champion, the man who has held THE title in all of wrestling, in his second run, for 74 days now.
FLASH ROTTEN: yeah, and one fricken title defense.
DERRICK DIAMOND: Hey, not his fault he had to deal with some clowns for the month of June.
FLASH ROTTEN: I have to deal with a clown next to me every show as well, so I get that I guess.
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.
MEMPHIS BELLE: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome YOUR heavyweight champion of the world…. “CHOLO” GIOVANNI SANTANA!
The crowd is going wild, showing their appreciation for their champion. 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 as his parents thank Cholo and begin to take pictures and videos. Cholo then jumps up on the apron, grabs his drink and after wiping his shoes, always respecting the ring, he gets inside. He walks towards the middle nodding his head to the beat of the catchy song, making his afro wave back and forth. All the fans are into it, never getting tire of the song, and especially the ladies and Cholo points and winks to some. He gets a mic handed to him and as his music dies down, he goes to speak but a chant breaks out.
CHOLO! CHOLO! CHOLO! CHOLO! CHOLO! CHOLO! CHOLO! CHOLO! CHOLO! CHOLO!
CHOLO! CHOLO! CHOLO! CHOLO! CHOLO! CHOLO! CHOLO! CHOLO! CHOLO! CHOLO!
CHOLO! CHOLO! CHOLO! CHOLO! CHOLO! CHOLO! CHOLO! CHOLO! CHOLO! CHOLO!
DERRICK DIAMOND: Is anyone more over than Cholo? My God listening to this crowd!
FLASH ROTTEN: I can’t help but listen, and it’s making my ears bleed along with everything else in my body. It’s disgusting.
Cholo pounds his chest and takes a bow, showing his fans how much their love mean to him. Once they settle down, he does his usual routine.
CHOLO: QUE PASA KANSAS CITY?!
The crowd cheers loudly.
CHOLO: Donde esta mi gente Latina?!
A great portion of the crowd cheers loudly. Cholo is all smiles, pointing at some of the fans, waving to others… He sees some kisses getting thrown his way, so he throws some back. He also sees some CJ Phoenix fans who don’t look to happy and all he do is shrug, continue to smile but mouths out ‘sorry’. Once the crowd fully settles down, Cholo continues.
CHOLO: Okay mi gente, Cholo knows that you all were probably wondering where is the big fiesta the Cholo has done in the past after a big victory. Well, you see-
But before he can continue, another chant breaks out.
WE WANT TO FIESTA! WE WANT TO FIESTA! WE WANT TO FIESTA! WE WANT TO FIESTA!
WE WANT TO FIESTA! WE WANT TO FIESTA! WE WANT TO FIESTA! WE WANT TO FIESTA!
CHOLO: Trust Cholo KC, Cholo wants to fiesta too, and tonight, after the show is over, you are all welcome to fiesta with Cholo all over Missouri!
Crowd goes wild again.
CHOLO: But before we fiesta, and the reason why Cholo didn’t do a small celebration here, is that while Cholo is happy he is still YOUR world champion… Cholo also respects, quite a bit, the man he defeated at War Games… CJ Phoenix….
The crowd gives a nice reaction.
CHOLO: Oh come on KC you can do better than that, give it up for CJ who gave Cholo a helluva match!
The crowd cheers louder and even a “CJ! CJ!” chant breaks out.
CHOLO: There you go, that’s more like it and CJ deserves every bit of that because he is a helluva wrestler, and Cholo knows that it’s only a matter of time before he becomes World Champion…
He pauses as he nods, showing he really means this, but then smiles.
CHOLO: But just not yet, he knows we’re 1-1, but let’s put a pin on that rubber match… Let Cholo have a little more fun with his “P20” first.
The crowd laughs and quickly follows it with a “P20! P20!” chant.
CHOLO: Alright, alright… So before Cholo moves on to what’s next, he just wanted to send a quick shout out to his homie J-Mo-
But Cholo can’t even finish saying his name before the crowd nearly blows the roof off the T-Mobile arena with thunderous boos. Cholo laughs and he tries to speak, but the crowd is not having it.
BOO! BOO! BOO! BOO! BOO! BOO! BOO! BOO! BOO! BOO! BOO! BOO! BOO!
F**K YOU J MONT! F***K CHRIS PAGE! F**K YOU J MONT! F***K CHRIS PAGE! F**K YOU J MONT! F***K CHRIS PAGE!
BOO! BOO! BOO! BOO! BOO! BOO! BOO! BOO! BOO! BOO! BOO! BOO! BOO!
Cholo laughs as he walks over to the corner and sits on the top turnbuckle, letting the fans air out their grievances. All kinds of things are being shouted along with the booing, that the censor mostly catches. Once Cholo hears the crowd settling down, he continues, but smartly avoiding saying the name.
CHOLO: for winning War Games…
Oh no he didn’t!
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Cholo calmly sips on his drink and then looks at the commentating table and simply shrugs.
DERRICK DIAMOND: Are we sure cholo is a baby face? Cuz these are heel antics if you ask me!
FLASH ROTTEN: Well nobody is asking you, all he is doing is showing love for that disgusting piece of hot ass garbage named J Mont.
The crowd once again settles down and Cholo hops down and continues.
CHOLO: I love you KC, you got passion, just like Cholo has passion for defending his world championship against whoever is next… and whether it is at the next Monday Night Smash, or at the hottest pay-per-view of the summer, Summer Madness, Cholo is 100% ready, willing and able! So, who is it going to be mi gente? Any guesses?
But before the crowd can answer:
The crowd turns towards the entryway, as Smash Co-General Manager Jonathan Barrows walks out of the back and straightens his suit. There are many boos coming his way, with some annoyed at the interruption of Cholo, and others highly suspicious of any management after what happened at War Games. Barrows seems to ignore the reaction, though, as he heads towards the ring.
DERRICK DIAMOND: This is a surprising interruption! What brings Barrows out here?
Barrows enters the ring, mic in hand, as Cholo looks questioningly towards him.
JONATHAN BARROWS: My apologies for interrupting you, Mr. Santana.
CHOLO: Hola Mr. Barrows. It’s no problem, what’s up?
JONATHAN BARROWS: Well, you had mentioned who would be the next contender to your WGWF World Title, and I decided I should come out to let you know that there are already plans in motion that will be revealed in due time. Be assured that you will not have to wait long.
CHOLO: That’s good news senor, so, go on…
JONATHAN BARROWS: Well, that’s essentially it. Oh, and congratulations on staying World Champion.
CHOLO: Thank you, but wait, so you interrupted Cholo, and the guessing game he was about ot have with his people, to reveal… nothing?
JONATHAN BARROWS: Well, no, to tell you that something is already in the works and so no need to have a game because-
CHOLO: What do you have against games?!
JONATHAN BARROWS: Nothing! I was merely saying -
CHOLO: That you won’t reveal who my next opponent is…
JONATHAN BARROWS: Not.. right… now?
Cholo gets face to face with Barrows.
CHOLO: You know what this means, don’t you, senor?
JONATHAN BARROWS: Um, no-
CHOLO: Dance off bro!
JONATHAN BARROWS: What?
CHOLO: You had the nerve to interrupt Cholo’s fun with the crowd, so what this means it is now on YOU to entertain them!
JONATHAN BARROWS: I don’t think this is necessary.
CHOLO: Oh contraire compadre, the dance off is on! Bring Cholo a ref, and hit Cholo’s music!
A ref comes out rushing from the back, and slides inside the ring. He has a quick word with Barrows who is quickly telling him “NO WAY!” but the ref surprisingly tells him this is happening and then he points to Cholo, and calls for the bell.
DERRICK DIAMOND: Have we ever had a dance off in WGWF history Flash?!
FLASH ROTTEN: I don’t think so, but I can’t believe we’re having one right now… and with one of the GM’s no less!
Cholo starts dancing salsa around Barrows who is looking he would love to be anywhere but there. Cholo then switches to merengue, than bachata, then reggaeton, each time getting closer and closer to the GM. When Cholo is finally too close, Barrows waves the music off, saying he’s seen enough. The crowd is cheering loudly for Cholo until the music gets cut off, switching promptly to boos. Cholo goes to the ‘neutral’ corner and then motions to Barrows to come to center stage with his hands. The ref does the same and Barrows puts his hands on his waist, clearly not amused. But then one of the many classics from the movie “Saturday Night Fever” hits:
Barrows looks around, bewildered, as the lights begin to flash around the ring. He slowly unbuttons his suit jacket, sliding it off… and then throws it to the referee, as he starts breaking out John Travolta style moves! Unfortunately, he’s no John Travolta, but he appears to be trying his hardest as he continues the disco maneuvers. Cholo’s eyes are wide open and his jaw has dropped.
DERRICK DIAMOND: I have now seen everything.
FLASH ROTTEN: I guess disco’s not dead!
Barrows finishes his moves with a finger pointed up in the air, holding the pose. He’s breathing heavily, having not been a competitor in the ring for some time.The crowd seems split, as they admire his attempt, yet hate his dancing choices. Cholo however, is all smiles and actually applauds the GM’s attempt. The ref steps in between both competitors and then first, points to Barrows, again the crowd is split… The ref then points to Cholo and as expected, the whole arena cheers loudly.
DERRICK DIAMOND: Not even close.
FLASH ROTTEN: I should have gone in there and shown these two how to get down, proper!
Barrows shrugs, admitting defeat but can’t help but smile, feeling proud of himself. He gets his jacket back from the ref and then proceeds to shake hands with Cholo who pats him on his shoulder. They talk briefly and then Barrows exits along with the ref. Cholo’s music hits again and he shrugs and starts to dance again, with the crowd cheering him on as we cut to commercial.
MEMPHIS BELLE: Ladies and gentlemen our opening contest is scheduled for one fall with a 20 minute time limit.
"AAAAAARRRRRRRGGGGG! ROOF! ROOF! ROOF!"
The sound of banjo picking begins to play over the PA.
Woke up early this morning
As I looked around my world be crumblin' down
What I saw, I couldn't believe, Who are you?
What might I be? Oh, the things you do
"Mad Dog" Mark Wright comes barreling through the entrance way. Chugging a can of beer.
MEMPHIS BELLE: Introducing first, weighing in at 230 pounds and standing 6 '1” tall… From Big Ugly, West Virginia! "Mad Dog" Mark Wright!
He stops at the top of the entrance way, and smashes the can on his head. Mad Dog throws the smashed can into the crowd and then pulls his jacket off throwing it down and runs down the entrance way and slides under the bottom rope into the ring.
MEMPHIS BELLE: and his opponent…
As the arena lights dim, a hazy mist rises from the entrance ramp, illuminated by flashing lights in shades of blue and purple.
MEMPHIS BELLE: Making his return to the WGWF, from Goldsboro, North Carolina! Weighing in at 227 pounds and standing 6’3” tall… Nova Jackson!
Nova Jackson steps out from behind the curtain, his silhouette outlined by the pulsating lights behind him. He stands tall and confident, his gaze fixed on the ring ahead. The fans erupt into cheers as he begins his descent down the ramp. At the base of the ramp, Nova leaps up onto the ring apron, showing off his agility and athleticism. He then steps through the ropes, casting a determined look at the ring before raising his fist in the air, signaling that he's ready for action.
DERRICK DIAMOND: Well you heard Mrs. Bell, Nova Jackson is making his return to the ring and hoping that his second run in WGWF is much better than his first.
FLASH ROTTEN: You’d think I remember someone by the name of Nova… but I don’t, so let’s move on.
The bell rings.
DERRICK DIAMOND: Meanwhile, Mad Dog is looking to bounce back from losing the fatal four way match at War Games, where he came very close to winning.
FLASH ROTTEN: There is no prize for second place, and almost doesn’t count… So it’s back to drawing board for Mad Dog… That’s if he knows how to write, he’s from West Virginia after all.
The two wrestlers are circling each other, realizing that they are evenly matched up, at least in physique with Nova being a couple of inches taler than Mad Dog but him having a few pounds on Nova. The lock up is a stiff one, both men being very physically fit, which is hard to believe when it comes to Mad Dog, knowing how much beer he drinks. Both men try to take the advantage, pushing the other a couple of steps before pushing back. The ref looks on, much like the crowd, eagerly waiting for someone to take the advantage but no luck and they end up pushing each other off and begin to circle the ring again. A hush falls over the crowd as they look on, sipping on their drinks and munching on their goodies. They lock up again, but this time Mad Dog quickly knees Nova in the midsection. He then grabs him by his head and throws him towards the ropes and Nova bounces off, no, he hangs on to the ropes and then wags his index finger at Mad Dog. The man from West Virginia scoffs and tells him to bring it and Nova does, and they lock up again. This time it’s Nova who quickly applies a headlock on Wright, squeezing hard, trying to give Wright a mad hangover. Mark is a pro however, both wrestler and drinker, and he backs Nova to the ropes, and then pushes him off to the other side. Once again Nova hits, and hangs on, going to wave his finger again at Mad Dog but he quickly charges at him and grabbing his finger, he bites it!
DERRICK DIAMOND: What in the world?!
FLASH ROTTEN: I guess he is a mad dog after all! Rabid even!
The ref is all over Mad Dog’s face as he warns him against biting while Nova goes to a corner, shaking his hand, hoping he didn’t get rabis. Mad Dog shoves the ref out of the way and charges at Nova in the corner, going for a splash but Nova moves out of the way and Wright hits chest first! Nova quickly rolls him up from behind, for the first pin of the match!
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2!!
Kick out by Wright! Both wrestlers get to their feet quickly and Nova nails Wright with a right hand, another, another, but he then shakes his hand as that’s the one Mad Dog bit. He goes for a left hand instead but gets blocked as Wright once again knees him in the midsection. As Nova doubles over, Wright hooks him by his head and takes him down with a headlock. Once down on the mat, Mad Dog begins biting Nova on his forehead and once again the ref is all over him, this time administering the 5-count. At 4 and 3 quarters Mad Dog stops biting him, breaking the hold and Nova quickly rolls to the outside of the ring, holding his head, checking for blood. The ref is all over Wright, who simply rolls his eyes.
DERRICK DIAMOND: I think ‘living the gimmick’ is going to cost Mark Wright the match!
FLASH ROTTEN: Mad Dog is willing to push the envelop as they say, but he is flirting a little too close with a disqualification if you ask me.
Mad Dog goes to the outside himself, and then runs around the ring, hoping to catch Nova by surprise with a clothesline to the back of his head, but Nova somehow knew he was coming and ducks. Wright hits the breaks and turns around only to get nailed right in the kisser with a standing drop kick! Wright goes stumbling backwards, crashing against the guard rail while the ref yells at both men from inside the ring to get back in it. Nova ignores him and keeps checking his head for blood before walking over to Wright as he slump against the guard rail and gives him a kick to the midsection. Another, another, one more and Wright drops to the floor. Nova says “nah-ah” and brings him back up by his head and then scoops him up for a slam, no, drops him chest first on top of the guard rail instead! The ref meanwhile has started the 10 count and currently is at 3. Mad Dog is down and holding his chest in pain, but Nova isn’t letting up, stomping on his chest before bringing him back up. Nova now whips Mad Dog towards the perpendicular guard rail, but Mad Dog reverses it, and whips him the opposite side, into the ring post! Nova drops to his knees while Wright leans against the guard rail, snatching a fan’s beer and drinking it.
DERRICK DIAMOND: Okay that’s totally uncalled for, that fan paid for that beer!
FLASH ROTTEN: You mean he over-paid for that beer… I can buy a whole 12 pack outside of the arena with the amount they charge for 1 inside it… And good beer!
Mad Dog looks at he ref who has reached 8 on the count and quickly slides in to break it, but then slides back out. He then sees Nova back up and he quickly nails him with a punch, then a kick that doubles him over, but Wright brings him back up and nails him with a forearm shot to the head that sends Nova stumbling backwards onto the rail, helping him stay up right. Mad Dog moves in and as Nova straightens himself, he gets nailed with a headbutt! He slumps back down, holding on to the rail to prevent himself from falling. Mad Down then takes a few steps back before charging and nailing Nova with a running knee that finally takes him down! Mad Dog quickly brings him back up and tosses him inside the ring before going in himself, and quickly pinning Nova, hooking both legs!
1!
2!!
Th… kick out by Jackson but just barely! Mad Dog jumps to his feet and looks at the ref with disgust but the ref shows him two fingers and Mad Dog tries to bite them as well and the ref quickly jumps out of the ring. Mad Dog laughs and then turns his attention back to Nova who surprises him by grabbing him and hooking him with an inside cradle! The ref slides back inside the ring and makes the count!
1!
2!!
Kick out by Mad Dog!
DERRICK DIAMOND: Nova Jackson nearly stole the win there!
FLASH ROTTEN: Yeah, Mad Dog needs to stop biting people’s fingers and focus on winning the match.
Mad Dog gets to his feet quickly but Nova not so much, still feeling the effects of the knee to the jaw. Wright grabs Jackson and whips him towards the ropes, reversal by Mark. Nova bounces off, finally, and Mad Dog sends him flying with a hip toss, but Nova flips out of it, landing on his feet, and holding on to Mark’s arm, he takes him down with an arm drag into an arm bar. Mad Dog slaps the mat frustrated and Nova positions himself right behind Wright, adding more pressure to the arm bar. The ref asks Mark if he wants to give up but he shakes his head “no” and starts to make his way up, getting to one knee. Nova tries to twice on the arm to add pain but to no avail as Mad Dog gets to his feet and then grabs Nova by his hair, backing him up to the corner. The ref again warns him, and he lets go of the hair at the same as Nova breaks the arm bar. Mad Dogs grabs Nova and whips him out of the corner, no, reversal by Nova who pulls him back in, sending him chest first onto the turnbuckle! Nova quickly moves behind Wright, wraps him by the waist, lifts him and sends him flying with a German suplex! Nova doesn’t go for the pin, instead, kipping up and then running towards the ropes, jumping on them and then springboarding, delivering a moon-sault that connects perfectly! Now he goes for the pin, hooking the inner leg!
1!
2!!
Th… kick out!
DERRICK DIAMOND: Nova Jackson has taken over this match! He is looking good Flash.
FLASH ROTTEN: I don’t know if he’s looking good or not, but he is definitely looking better than his first run in WGWF.
Nova gets to his feet, feeling pumped and then brings Wright to a sit down position. He then charges the ropes, bounces off and delivers a shotgun drop kick followed by another quick pin but Mad Dog kicks out right away. Nova gets to his feet quickly and brings Mark to his, and then hooks him for a suplex. He gets him up, no, Wright blocks it with a slight knee to Jackson’s head, and their back to a neutral position. Jackson tries again but again Wright blocks it with a knee to the head, and as Jackson brings him down, Wright pushes off. He then goes for a short clothesline but Nova ducks it, they quickly turn towards each other and Jackson again hooks him for a suplex, and quickly delivers a snap suplex. Jackson now rolls on top of Mad Dog, grabs him by his head and begins to pummel him with right hands. The ref warns him to open the fist, and after about five shots he stops and gets Mad Dog back up, and hooks him for another suplex. He gets him up, no, Wright breaks free and falls behind Nova. He nails him with a forearm shot to the back of the head, turns him around and whips him towards the ropes. Jackson bounces off and Mad Dog goes for a back body drop but Jackson flies over him, then rolls him up from behind on the way down for another pin!
1!
2!!
Kick out by Mad Dog!
DERRICK DIAMOND: Nova Jackson has been relentless, and if the match continues this way, he will earn a victory on his big re-debut.
FLASH ROTTEN: and can you imagine what that would do to Mad Dog’s WGWF career? Just a few weeks ago you were fighting for a championship, and now, you lose to a returning superstar. I mean where do you go from there? Dark?
The crowd can’t believe it but then begin to cheer the athleticism displayed by Jackson. Nova gets to his feet and looks around at the arena, feeling the rhythm of a cacophony of fans that reaches down to the very inner annals of his soul. He gets back to work on Mark Wright, bringing him to his feet and then applies a headlock, hoping to wear down Mad Dog, who drops to one knee. The ref checks on Wright, but he waves him off, he gets back up, wraps his arms around Jackson, lifts him and drops him with a belly to back suplex! Both wrestlers are down and the ref, after checking on both, begins an unnecessary ten count. The crowd begins clapping, hoping to feed energy into both wrestlers. Nova is the first to sit up and he grabs Mad Dog, brings him to his feet, turns him around and then wraps his arms around his belly and lifts him up, hoping for a German suplex. But Wright slaps at Nova’s grip, forcing him to break the hold. Mad Dog then reaches back and applies a headlock, which he follows by a noggie! The crowd gives a mix reaction, but Nova is not amused shoving Wright off him, towards the ropes. Mad Dog bounces off though and nails Jackson out of nowhere with a mafia kick! Mad Dog quickly goes for the press pin on Jackson after nearly taking his head off.
1!
2!!
Th… kick out by Jackson, but barely!
DERRICK DIAMOND: Mad Dog finally bounces back, and in what way… That was a helluva mafia kick.
FLASH ROTTEN: It sure was, I think Jackson kicked out, out of pure instinct and because Mad Dog was so casual with that pin attempt.
Mad Dog isn’t bothered, getting to his feet and bringing Nova to his before whipping him towards the corner. Nova hits hard and Wright charges at him but Jackson puts his boot up, nailing him on the chest. Mad Dog stumbles backwards and Nova explodes out of the corner with a lariat! But Mad Dog steps forward, hooking Jackson instead and then sends him flying with an exploder suplex! The crowd lets out a loud “OH!” as Jackson is sent flying across the ring and then stumbles to the outside. Mad Dog begins clapping his hands, hoping to get some of the crowd behind him, and some do. He then charges at the opposite side, bouncing the ropes, then flying out of the ring, between the top and middle ropes, crashing on Nova Jackson with a suicide dive! Mad Dog gets up all pumped, letting out a scream. He picks up Nova and then hooks him for a suplex, he gets him up and drops him with a brain-buster instead! The crowd gives a mix reaction, but a lot of them start a ‘you sick f**k’ for delivering that move on the matted floor. Mad Dog laughs as he peels Jackson off the floor and rolls him inside the ring. Mad Dog goes in himself and pins him yet again, this time hooking both legs.
1!
2!!
3!!!
No! Kick out by Jackson!
DERRICK DIAMOND: I really thought it was over, Jackson has taken some serious damage to the head!
FLASH ROTTEN: I don’t think Mad Dog is trying to just win this match, I think he’s trying to take out Jackson permanently.
Mad Dog gets up, and signals to the crowd that is all over. He picks up Jackson and whips him towards the ropes, when Jackson bounces off, Mad Dog hopes to catch him with The Mountaineer Lariat, but Jackson ducks, keeps on running, springing off the ropes and catching Mad Dog by surprise with a drop kick! Nova doesn’t go for the pin, stumbling to his feet and shaking off the cobwebs. He grabs Wright and then hooks him between his legs, calling for the Nova Bomb! He flips Mad Dog up but he breaks free and lands right in front of Jackson and nailing him with… an eye poke! Nova stumbles backwards but Wright doesn’t let up, charging at him and going for the “Wright Way” RKO, but Jackson pushes him off. Mad Dog comes right after him again but Jackson shows great leap ability, jumping onto Wright’s shoulders and taking him down with a hurricanrana, and staying on top of him, to hook both legs right after for the pin!
1!
2!
3!!!
No! Kick out by Mad Dog!
DERRICK DIAMOND: Jackson drove Mad Dog’s head to the mat hard; how did he kick out?!
FLASH ROTTEN: With sheer will, he does not want to lose in back to back matches… He doesn’t want to be a stepping stone for Nova.
Nova gets to his feet but Mad Dog stays down holding on to his neck, but not for long as Nova grabs him by that neck and brings him to his feet. Nova then turns him, so his back is to his shoulders before lifting Wright up into a torture rack position. Nova then tries to go for another of his finisher, The Thunderous Impact, but again Mad Dog fights him off, wiggling his body and managing to break free, falling to all fours behind Nova. Nova quickly turns around and drops a leg across the back of Mad Dog, but instead of going for a pin he gets back up and brings Mad Dog to his feet as well. He then whips him towards the ropes, Wright bounces off and Jackson goes for a clothesline, duck by Wright! He bounces off the other side and Jackson drops to the mat, hoping to trip Wright but he jumps over him and keeps running to the other side. Nova gets to his feet, and as Mad Dog bounces off, Nova jumps up, hoping to leapfrog Mad Dog! But he puts on the breaks, and when Jackson lands, Mad Dog runs him over with “The Mountaineer Lariat”, causing Nova to flip midair and land hard on the mat. Mad Dog doesn’t go for the pin, and instead heads for the corner and begins to climb it. The crowd gets to their feet, anticipating something big. Once at the top, Mad Dog quickly jumps off and delivers a flying headbutt he calls “Go Mad”, connecting perfectly! Mad Dog shakes off his head but then quickly gets on top of Nova and hooks the leg for the pin!
1!
2!!
3!!!
The Bell rings.
MEMPHIS BELLE: Here is your winner… “Mad Dog” Mark Wright!
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WINNER VIA PINFALL: MAD DOG MARK WRIGHT
Match Time: 15:18
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Mad Dog gets his hand raised by the ref as Nova slowly rolls to the outside.
DERRICK DIAMOND: Mad Dog gets back to his winning ways while at the same time, ruining the return of Nova Jackson, but Nova has nothing to be ashamed off, he put up a helluva fight in his return. He looked really good.
FLASH ROTTEN: Yeah he looked good, but he didn’t win did he? At the end of the day, that is all that matters.
We’ve been following them on Twitter X for weeks, but it seems this pre taped segment is finally going to introduce us to WGWF’s newest tag team, the head breakers from Scotland known as the McConnaigh Brothers. A young man with a fire red fringe haircut steps into the shot, seeming like he is cut from granite and smiles at the camera showing off a chipped tooth. He is in process of taping his fists up as he starts to talk.
“It’s a pleasure, WGWF, for Owen McConnaigh to make your acquaintance. Can’t forget my brother Finn..”
From the right, steps in literally the biggest human being we have ever seen. Clapping a paw the size of a truck tire on his brother’s broad shoulder, his craggy, bearded face cracks a friendly smile as if this guy’s as prone to buying you a drink.. as he is tossing you out of a window.
“Finn and I, we been up and down the highways and the byways of professional wrestling together. We ain’t never been good at anything else besides fighting, so we decided to go into business for ourselves and make our family proud t’know us. So WGWF, you gave us a call soon as we logged onto the Twitter X and started talking all that good shit, aye?”
Owen snickers softly at the camera. Finn pipes up behind him, rumbling with a thick Highland burr.
“Owen, mah beauty, it’s the call we’ve been waitin’ for! Is WGWF not aggrieved ta’ know that they STILL haven’t signed the toughest tag team that ever put boot tae canvas till WE came roamin along?!”
These two men seem very sure of themselves, but not in an overly arrogant way. Owen looks behind him, giving a “calm down” gesture to his brother before he goes back to talking and taping his fists up.
“Stay your tongue big man, because WGWF has some great tag team wrestlin’ talent and they got those World Tag Team Championships been calling out our names. ‘Please Owen, beggin’ ya Finn, we’re wastin’ away with these braw doofuses holdin us hostage and denying our great fans some Champions they deserve!’”
Both boys cackle good naturedly at Owen’s play acting. Finally he finishes taping his fist and flexes it before aiming it at the camera.
“And we’re only oh-so-happy to oblige. Between my mat smarts and my big brother’s Chokeslam—which I promise you now nobody in WGWF will EVER kick outta’—“
Finn holds up a tennis racket sized palm to the camera, his eyes popping and his teeth gritting, showing the WGWF roster their alleged fate.
“Aint a tag team anywhere in WGWF that can hang with us. Anything we say right here though, with the ever helpful cameraman on lookin’? We’ll back it up. All of it. Ain’t no sense in telling somebody you’re gonna kick their ass if ya don’t go out there and do it. So WGWF, we’re asking ya to give us your best, your brightest, your most talented, because we’re gonna bleed, sweat and work hard till we beat every damn one of em!”
Owen looks proud of his brother’s declaration, then looks back at the camera holding his fists up. The scene of the boys talking fades to a shot of a flapping and flying Scottish flag, with some ominous bagpipe notes underneath.
SEE YOU SOON!
We cut away.
The feed cuts to the backstage area where we see WGWF World Heavyweight Champion, “Cholo” Giovanni Santana, dressed like the superstar he is, walking along with a young man not dressed too badly himself, and one that has been making waves in this promotion lately: Ezra Gideon. Cholo has his arm around his shoulder as he is talking to him excitedly like a big bro talking to his younger sibling.
CHOLO: Kid, that was amazing! The way you came out of nowhere with that double foot stomp. Magnifico!
EZRA: It was, wasn’t it?
CHOLO: You damn right hermanito, Cholo is proud of you! And now, you’ve set yourself up nicely for what comes next… .
EZRA: The X-Division championship, you think I can be a champion this early on in my career, kind of like you were?
CHOLO: Like Cholo was? Kid, Cholo was 30 when he made his WGWF wrestling debut! You are miles ahead of Cholo, and you have done something Cholo hasn’t been able to do yet in this promotion.
EZRA: What’s that?
CHOLO: Win a fatal-four-way match!
They both share a laugh but it is quickly cut off by one “Venom” Xavier Lux, dressed very sharply himself, also having the night off. His face is that of someone who is not impressed though, as he looks Ezra up and down and scoffs. Ezra doesn’t take this reaction kindly.
EZRA: is there a problem?
Lux smirks.
XL: Yes, all of… this.
He motions with his hand all over Ezra.
XL: Unlike Mr. “I look tough and rough with my afro puffs” over here, I feel you’re wasting your time.
CHOLO: Easy there Kool Bald Dee.
EZRA: Damn you guys are old.
Ezra and Lux glare are each other but Cholo, ever the peacemaker, breaks the ice.
CHOLO: Easy fellas, Xavier, you know my buddy Ezra, don’t you? Trained by the same man that manages us, Paco?
XL: I swear, you and Paco love taking in strays.
EZRA: that's low, even for someone like you.
CHOLO: Yeah Lux, seriously, completely uncalled for. You know all us 7 Deadly Sins were strays at one point.
Xavier says nothing, but you can tell that line stung a little, because he knows Cholo is right.
CHOLO: What’s your beef with Ezra anyway X?
XL: Beef? I ain’t got no beef with him… Like Loki said, “an ant has no quarrel with a boot”... I’m a multi-world-champion, a hall of fame wrestler… Just defeated the monster from the goonies that no one has been able to beat in over a year… and this… This punk here is greener than Hulk’s bare ass, why would I bother?
EZRA: would you like to test that theory, old man?
CHOLO: Enough amigos! Look X, I figured that now that the roster has been merged into one show, you could help me groom young Ezra here, he can learn a lot from you. Especially with his X-Division match coming up and hardcore wrestling being your specialty.
XL: Please, I’m nobody’s babysitter… Like he said, I’m too old for this shit Cholo… Besides, you seem to have this under control, molding him into another fan-loving-goody-two-shoes.
EZRA: fan loving, yes, but the rest of that, nah. Cholo is the humble one.
CHOLO: It pays to be humble, remember that Ezra. So X, what is it?
XL: Alright, fine, you want to know the truth? I see the potential that Cholo sees… You got all the tools and the looks too, though I would do something about those chops on your face, they look ridiculous… But until you stop pandering to the idiot fans like Afro Puff Daddy over here, you won’t get there, let alone win the X-Division championship. Amber Mansley may look like a dumb blonde, but she is a conniving bitch that can wrestle and worse, is part of the Fortunate Ones and as much as you two want to think “the fans will get us through this”, it’s bullshit, they won’t… Now Cholo, he is one of a kind, the exception to the rule… But these fans are fickle and they’ll turn on you at the drop of a dime… Ditch them, and you’ll show me that you can be taught after all..
EZRA: Let me think about that for a moment, nah, I think I’m good with Cholo over here.
He gives Cholo a bro-hand shake as Lux rolls his eyes.
EZRA: Thanks Cholo, I’ll see you in a bit.
CHOLO: Simon bro.
Ezra turns to Xavier.
EZRA: Why don’t you watch this monitor over here and listen to what I got to say, maybe YOU can learn a thing or two… partner.
Ezra walks away, his shoulder barely gracing Xavier’s, causing him to scoff and smirk again. Ezra joins his manager David Bologna, who was waiting for him at ‘gorilla’, watching intently.
A Voice can be heard over the PA systems of the Arena.
VOICE: Ladies and Gentleman, The Make a Wish Foundation started in April of 1980 and there has been a total of almost 585,000 Make a Wish Visits. Some famous celebs Jeff Gordon, Dale Earnhardt Jr, Justin Bieber, Hulk Hogan to name a few have done over 250 visits, but they are on the short end of the stick when it comes to the record holder John Cena of 650. The Make a Wish Foundation is very grateful for the efforts of everyone that has helped them along the way since 1980.
VOICE: But like so many records, they are meant to be broken, but now that this record of 650 is broken, it will take a MIRACLE for someone to break the NEW record of 651.
VOICE: And the new record holder of 651 Make a Wish Visits is none other than The Father of the Year last year and current front runner this year. You know him as J Mont. But everyone he visits knows him as a FRIEND. So please stand and let's CONGRATULATE J MONT on this new record of 651 visits.
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DERRICK DIAMOND: What an accomplishment and great look for the WGWF!
FLASH ROTTEN: There is no way that 651 kids wanted to see J Mont!
DERRICK DIAMOND: If it was 651 Cheeseburgers, you would have won!
FLASH ROTTEN: Things are getting real WEIRD around here since War Games!
We are backstage where we see Denise Essex bump into Jack Daniels as she asks him to do a quick interview.
Denise Essex: Welcome back to Monday Night Smash, where we are with former Monday Night Brawl GM Jack Daniels. I…
Jack stops Denise by grabbing her microphone before smiling at her reassuringly.
Jack Daniels: I know you wanted an interview with me Denise, but instead I am going to give you the opportunity to hear my words. You see Brawl is officially no more.
We get a mixed reaction from the crowd, but most of them are boos.
Jack Daniels: But that doesn’t mean I won’t get to do what I intended to do, making the lives hell of people like J Mont and Chris Chaos… Men that dared to taunt me and think that I would just do what everyone has ever done to them?? Like nothing??
He gives a smirk while shaking his head no.
Jack Daniels: You see Denise, I am a man that grabs the bull by the horns and charges in on it HEAD ON!! And just because J Mont has found himself being the lackey of one Chronic Chris Page, does not mean that I am the same spineless individual like each and everyone else that likes to kiss his ass.
Denise her reaction is one of pure shock, but Jack Daniels puts a finger upon her lips and shakes his head.
Jack Daniels: I know that Page signs my pay check, but legally he cannot touch me without getting the entire LAW firm Of Tennessee’s finest named Daniels, Daniels and sons on his case and make him wish he was back being as smooth as me. That’s what happens when you negotiate a contract with me that is Iron Clad.. and even his barbed wire toy cannot come between me and my job.
He looks into the camera and smirks.
Jack Daniels: So along with Pogos request from the Dark show being accepted for the next show, I am going to be out there on that same show and discuss some more points of what I can do to make this Smash show a Brawling success. See you later toots.
He winks at Denise before walking off.
The Pyro explodes as “Adrenaline” by Shinedown begins to play. The crowd erupts as the young upstart appears on stage. Holding his hands up in the air as they grow louder and then jerks his hands back down again in time with the next explosion. Davey comes out onto the stage with him after the explosions stop and they walk to the ring together. They pause only briefly to shake hands or slap hands as they make their way to the ring. Ezra waits for Davey to go up the ring steps and then follows him. Davey already has a microphone in hand as Ezra enters the ring.
Davey Bologna: Soooo, what do you guys want to talk about?
The crowd gets loud again, cheering Davey on.
Davey Bologna: Oh yeah, well that’s what Easy E wants to talk about!
Davey hands the microphone over to Ezra who turns to the crowd and gives him his best self satisfied smirk.
EZRA: So, by now you’ve all watched the replays, or maybe you were there live. You saw what happened, I beat 3 other men to become the number one contender for the X Division title that is currently held by….
He begins snapping his fingers trying to remember the champion's name. Davey comes and whispers something to him.
EZRA: That’s right, Amber Mansley.
The crowd boos her name passionately bringing a smile to Ezra’s face.
EZRA: But let’s not get ahead of ourselves, there’s a couple of things to consider. First she has to defend it against Hanari.
The crowd cheers his name as Ezra continues.
EZRA: Yeah, we like him too. Then there is Kenji.
The crowd explodes at the mention of his name, making Ezra’s smile even bigger.
EZRA: Now, Kenji got screwed out of his title shot a while back. He won the right to challenge for that title. Not my call on how this goes down, but I’m asking Mr. Barrows and Mr. Daniels to make it right. Especially now that we are down to one show.
The crowd erupts as he does the right thing in a humble way.
EZRA: I guess some people in the back are frowning right now because I’m asking for something that won’t benefit myself personally. While others might be smiling for the same reason. If those with a problem with it, wanna do something about it, well they know where to find me.
Davey comes in and whispers in his ear again. Ezra begins laughing, and after a moment he regains his composure.
EZRA: No, I’m definitely not leaving it on that note. I’m tellin’ y’all right now, I respect the hell out of Kenji but when it comes time that won’t matter inside this ring. You feel me? Now, Kenji is a warrior and I know he will likely feel the same way. I’m sure he has similar goals. Whoever has that title after this next defense, won’t matter….
Ezra motions for the camera man to come closer as he smiles with confidence.
EZRA: I’m coming for it!
He holds his right hand out and drops the microphone, smiling as it lands with an audible thud. His music picks back up again as he and his manager leave the ring and head to the back. The camera cuts to the backstage area where Cholo and Xavier have been looking on with interest. Cholo nods approvingly, and pats Xavier on the chest with the back of his hand. Clearly unimpressed, Xavier shakes his head in disgust and walks off camera.
MEMPHIS BELLE The next match is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, standing 6’1” and weighing 160 lbs, from Vancouver, British Columbia, here is KIMBER KENSON!!
As “Lose Yourself” by Eminem plays, Kimber Kenson walks out of the back wearing black spandex pants with gray boots laced up with rainbow colored laces and a multi-colored tank top. She waves to the crowd and heads down towards the ring, excited to compete once again here in the WGWF.
DERRICK DIAMOND: If Kimber hadn’t gotten tied up in the ropes at War Games, she might be the #1 contender to the Television Title.
FLASH ROTTEN: Coulda woulda shoulda. It’s all maybes until you make it happen. Tonight, let’s see if Kenson can come through in a one on one situation.
MEMPHIS BELLE Her opponent, standing 5’11” and weighing 198 lbs, from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, here is “THE RISING ACE” NICK DANGER!!
"Out Of The Black" by Royal Blood comes on the speaker and red smoke follows on the entrance ramp . Nick Danger walks out onto the entrance ramp wearing his wrestling attire having a determined look on his face he makes his way down the entrance taking off his leather jacket, tossing it to fans and giving them high fives. Nick climbs the steel steps then climbs up the top turnbuckle and sees his fans saying "Rising Ace" he jumps inside the ring and gets ready for the match to start.
DERRICK DIAMOND: For Danger, he might have won the X-Division Title shot, but an attack from Connor Mallory ended up being costly.
FLASH ROTTEN: That’s always the danger of a multi-wrestler match. Sometimes they attract more wrestlers than expected.
Ding! Ding! Ding!
We see Nick Danger and Kimber stand in the middle of the ring sizing each other up before circling each other. Both competitors have the fans backing them up where it is fifty-fifty popularity concerned. Kimber makes a move towards Nick, who stops her in her tracks with a Spinning Kick that misses her face with a few inches as he only did that as a warning that he can strike at any moment. Kimber steps back a few steps, not taking her eyes off Nick as she nods her head while focusing on her opponent. The two circle each other before locking arms, Nick manages to get Kimber in a side headlock before dropping her over his hip onto the canvas with a hip toss and wrenches his arm tighter across her head with the headlock. We see Kimber trying to counter it by wrapping her arms around his waist in an effort to roll him over on his back in a pinning position but Nick manages to roll through as to where they are now in the middle of the ring with Nick Danger still holding a tight lock on her head.
DERRICK DIAMOND: That’s what we like to see, some good old fashion mat based wrestling!!
FLASH ROTTEN: I want a flop!!!!
We see Kimber managing to reverse the headlock into an Hammerlock after freeing her head from out of the tight grip that Nick had on her. Pushing the top of her head between his shoulder blades as to prevent him from reaching over his shoulder towards her as he tries to get to his feet and attempting to reverse the hold into a Hammerlock of his own. Kimber has it already scouted as she pushes him into the ropes before hitting a picture perfect standing dropkick onto his chest just at the moment that he comes off bouncing from the ropes. This causes Nick to slide through the ropes to the outside as he looks over towards Kimber and nods his head, realizing that he cannot take the newcomer lightly as he walks over towards the steel ring steps and casually walks up the steps to re enter the ring. He slowly steps through the ropes while not taking his eyes off his opponent, clearly anticipating Kimber to take advantage of the given situation but realizes that she is just waiting there in the corner for him to re enter before having the match to continue. The two lock arms, this time it is Kimber that gains the upper hand as she moves behind Nick with a standing Hammerlock before turning it into spinning him around in an effort to lock his head in an attempt to turn him around again for a Reverse Neck Breaker. But Nick overpowers her as he manages to push through before pushing her into the ropes and follows it up with a Lou Thesz Press where he drops Kimber in the middle of the ring and then quickly gets up to deliver a Standing Moonsault before going for the cover.
1!!
2!!
Thr…
Nick grabs hold of Kimber’s arm as he gets back to his feet, setting her up to be lifted in the air in preparation for an Brain Buster, only for Kimber to manage to reverse it as she is able to shift her weight in a fashion that causes her to roll through and gets behind him before spinning him around and drop Nick down to the canvas with a Side Russian Leg Sweep before following it up by attempting a Chickenwing submission hold.
DERRICK DIAMOND: She almost has the hold locked in!!!
But Nick manages to alter the attempt by blocking her hands before rolling through and get her into a pinning position as he rolls her on her back and shoulders placed upon the canvas.
1!!!
Kimber manages to kick out at one, both get to their feet but it is Nick Danger that manages to get his feet up as he strikes Kimber with a punishing Superkick. The blow causes her to fall through the ropes to the outside as she was too close to the ropes. Nick Danger walks towards the ropes as he wants to get to the outside, but is pushed to a neutral corner by the official as he wants to check on Kimber. Nick patiently waits for the official to turn his back towards Kimber and then runs towards the ropes upon the opposite side of the ring before charging back towards where the official stands.
FLASH ROTTEN: What is he thinking??
DERRICK DIAMOND: Good grief!!!
Nick Danger leaps over the official as he scales over him and the top ropes before crashing into Kimber who has slowly gotten back to her feet and collapses on top of her while the fans go nuts. We see both competitors flattened on the outside as the official this time has gotten out of the ring and checks on both competitors before getting back in as he realizes that they aren’t severely injured in order to start a ten count on both competitors.
1!!
2!!!
3!!
DERRICK DIAMOND: It would be a shame that either of these competitors get counted out!!
FLASH ROTTEN: Well if it does happen, it will be Nick’s fault by trying to entertain the crowd!!!
4!!!
We see Nick slowly start to stir as he shakes off the cobwebs, looking over his shoulder as he notices Kimber still down and seemingly out as he grabs her by the arm as he slowly gets up again.
5!!!
6!!!
7!!!
Nick manages to roll Kimber back in the ring before slowly getting on the ring apron while measuring Kimber.
8!!!
Nick jumps the top rope and executes a Springboard 450 splash on top of Kimber, but Kimber has managed to get her knees up as that causes Nick to crash down hard on her shins with his ribs. Nick starts to grab hold of his ribs as he starts to roll around the ring while Kimber slowly starts to get back to her feet while feeling the after effects as she just had crashed down onto the concrete padded floor before having Nick Danger crash on top of her after having gotten to her feet again. She grabs hold of Nick’s legs and sets him up for a Boston Crab as she sits down deep, causing to have all the pressure set down upon the painful ribs as the official is checking in on whether Nick Danger wants to submit to the painful submission hold
DERRICK DIAMOND: I respect Nick’s desire to compete and not wanting to give up, but I wonder if he isn’t hurting himself for the long run!!!
FLASH ROTTEN: Just give up!!!!
Nick is screaming no towards the returning question from the official if he wants to give in, the pain is etched upon his face before he starts to reach for the ropes in order for a rope break to occur. His fingers are inches away from grabbing hold of the ropes, only for Kimber to get up and drag him to the middle of the ring before sitting down again as that causes him to scream out loud in agony as he tries to place both hands upon the canvas in order to relieve some pressure to his back and ribs before starting to crawl over towards the ropes. In the end we ultimately see him pass out due to the pain of the hold as the official checks in on him as he grabs hold of the arm.
DERRICK DIAMOND: I think he is out!!!
FLASH ROTTEN: Ring the bell!! That arm dropped hard to the canvas!! He is out!!!
The official lifts it again and then lets it fall, realizing that Nick must have passed out from the pain as he starts to call for the bell.
Ding! Ding! Ding!
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WINNER VIA REFEREE DECISION: KIMBER KENSON
Match Time: 9:36
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The official tells Kimber that the match has ended and that she has won, raising her arm in victory as she looks over to the still passed out Nick Danger before sliding out of the ring as she heads to the back. We suddenly see Connor Mallory jump the guardrail and slides into the ring as he starts to beat down upon the unconscious Nick Danger.
DERRICK DIAMOND: Good God!! Somebody stop this!!!
The crowd starts to boo the attack, only to cheer when they notice Kimber slide back into the ring as she has a chair in her hand in order to wield off Mallory who slides out of the ring and starts to warn Kimber to stay out of his business. We see Nick get up and notice Kimber standing there with the chair before realizing what has happened. Kimber helps him up to his feet before shaking his hand as she then gets out of the ring while leaving Nick Danger to eye up Connor Mallory as the shot fades.
Something is happening backstage! The woman with the magic talking stick, the lovely lass Denise Essex, is rushing down a corridor while motioning for the cameraman to keep up with her.
Denise Essex: Fans I just heard some commotion and am reporting on it as we speak. Stand by!
She rounds the corner and we all see the returning pirate lass herself Jetta Tall-Tide! The crowd welcomes her back with a generous little pop. Our beloved sea-dwelling daredevil is found stuffing a fire extinguisher in a room but is having trouble closing the door.
Denise Exxes: Jetta? Jetta Tall-Tide! What in the bluest seas are you doing?
Jetta snaps her head to her and beams that proud pirate smile at her.
Jetta Tall-Tide: AHOY daring corsair Denise Essex! Come, come. Please help.
It’s not part of her duties but Denise seems hankered to aid her and that’s when we find that the room is stuffed full of fire extinguishers!
Denise Essex: Jetta, what is the meaning of this?
Jetta Tall-Tide: John Cable has lost his mind worse than Captain Hook and it’s all because that no good scurvy dog Clyde Newton triggered some bad flashbacks on John Cable and fire extinguishers. So I took all the fire extinguishers in the arena and put them in here so John Cable won’t see any of them!
Denise gasps.
Denise Essex: JETTA! Nooo, sweetie you can’t do that. It’s against the law plus it’s dangerous. What if a fire breaks out?
Jetta’s proud pirate smile is replaced with a shocked expression.
Jetta Tall-Tide: OH, ruffleafs! I didn’t think about that! You’re so smart, Denise. But what’s more likely to happen? A fire breaking out or John Cable going crazy again? He’s supposed to be here tonight.
Denise chuckles.
Denise Essex: Fair point as well, but it’s not illegal for John Cable to be here tonight.
Jetta busts out that impossibly super cute bad mood breaking smile and flicks her pirate hat.
Jetta Tall-Tide: You’re so right! I’ll put them back.
Denise Essex: Your heart was in the right place, honey. But, aren’t you worried about the Fortunate Ones being here as well after what they did to you?
Jetta snaps into a determined Superhero pose with her hands on her proud pirate hips.
Jetta Tall-Tide: I want those scally wags here tonight! I’m not just a Tall-Tide anymore, I’m a Strong-Tide and when I cross paths with them again I’m gonna drown them and then HOIST THE COLORS over them! AHOY!
Jetta puts a fist over her heart and then extends it to Denise who obliges the pirate with a fist pound.
A Voice can be heard over the PA systems of the Arena.
VOICE: Ladies and Gentleman, We just wanted to remind you all that Team Mont, consisting of J Mont, Amber Mansley and Clyde Newton of The Fortunates Ones, along with the Honorary Myst and Chris Chaos have taken the power away from the General Managers and talent in WGWF. You will either obey us and do things our way, or your careers will be short lived.
VOICE: It’s really simple. The Fortunate Ones and the Honorary One make the rules and run the show. Simple math will show you that if you subtract us, you have no ratings which means no WGWF. So, you can thank us for having a place where you can attempt to wrestle and collect a paycheck. All we want is a THANK YOU!
VOICE: “We didn’t just cross the line, we made the line.”
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DERRICK DIAMOND: Very powerful stuff there!
FLASH ROTTEN: Some more bullshit if you ask me!
DERRICK DIAMOND: I'm keeping my job, so I like what they said!
FLASH ROTTEN: I will never agree with anything J Mont or TFO ever have to say again!
The camera moves back, focusing on our announcers for the night as they look towards the camera. Flash Rotten is looking particularly bloodthirsty, knowing what’s coming up next.
DERRICK DIAMOND: At War Games, there's no question that the most insane match on the card was the Blood Bath Championship match. The Mirage Monster's Ball set new records for chaos as three men fought all the way through the Mirage Hotel & Casino in order to try and become champion. Let's watch a quick video package of some of the craziest moments.
The video screen comes on, showing us John Blade and Gideon King coming out of their hotel rooms, ready to fight, only for the third door to explode and "The Hatebringer" Corey Bull stepping through. We see their violent fight in the hallway, leading to the elevator, where Donnie Osmond became an unfortunate casualty. The fighting went down to the first floor, battling through the lobby and into the casino, with many machines taking the brunt of the violence. The three men then ended up fighting into the Beatles Cirque du Soleil theater, leading to more chaos as we saw some brutal moves around the stage, including King driving the Magical Mystery Bus into the ramp that Bull was on. The fighting went outside, leading to an epic leap off an 18-wheeler from Bull in his return. We see "Mr. Las Vegas" Wayne Newton make an appearance, thankfully driving off safely, before the fighting continued up onto the massive volcano in front of the classic hotel. The war finished with some epic moments, with all three men nearly getting the victory, before Bull ended up victorious, reclaiming his championship. After all that, we cut back to the live crowd, who are cheering on what they've seen.
FLASH ROTTEN: Obviously, that's just a taste of the match, and if you haven't seen it, WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOU??
DERRICK DIAMOND: The brutality and warfare in that match will be hard to top in the future. We could very well be talking about this one as the match of the year.
FLASH ROTTEN: J-Mont would be so pissed if that happens. I love it!
DERRICK DIAMOND: In any case, as you saw, we have a new Bloo-
The crowd roars as the lights flicker, signaling the beginning of the DEATH entrance video. The crowd get on their feet, looking towards the stage, as multiple torches appear to have lit up all around it.
DERRICK DIAMOND: What on earth?
FLASH ROTTEN: Looks like if we talk about the champion, he appears! It's time for DEATH!!
Corey Bull walks out onto the ramp, raising the Blood Bath Championship high into the air. The WGWF faithful cheer and yell as Bull stands there, showing off his prize, before walking to the ring. He goes around it, stopping at the announcers' table and giving both men a good, hard stare, the mask seeming to grin violently, before Bull grabs a microphone from the table and climbs into the ring.
DERRICK DIAMOND: That... was terrifying.
FLASH ROTTEN: I really thought we were going to bleed there for a second...
Bull walks around the ring, the crowd still cheering, before walking to the center of the ring and speaking out.
COREY BULL: You thought we would just stay gone forever? Did you think we wouldn't take over the monster and show the WGWF what real violence is?
The crowd roars as the mask seems to soak in the cheers and screams.
COREY BULL: At War Games, we showed the WGWF what and who the Hatebringer is. And now…the Blood Bath title rests comfortably where it belongs. But it isn’t the stopping point.
DERRICK DIAMOND: Oh, man, he's not done yet...
FLASH ROTTEN: I tell you, I think I can outrun you if I move fast enough... or maybe hit you in the shin first...
DERRICK DIAMOND: Don't you dare, Flash!
Bull pauses as the crowd cheers an approval.
COREY BULL: No…there is work to be done. Sacrifices that must be made. Cancerous people that must be…eliminated.
The crowd cheers as the mask grins.
COREY BULL: Now you know some of the names…we don’t even need to say them out loud for them to be obvious. But that isn’t why we are out here.
Bull shakes his head no, even wagging a finger at the crowd that seems to sulk a little at that.
COREY BULL: Do not fret Haters…the time will come when those names will reveal themselves and we shall introduce them to D.E.A.T.H.
The crowd cheers this.
COREY BULL: Many think D.E.A.T.H is gone because Damage is gone…but you forget that we are D.E.A.T.H. We shall continue forward…others have already been spoken to…there is always something in the works as we build towards the obvious. Which leads us to why we are out here.
Bull moves his shoulder in a manner to make it obvious the Blood Bath title is his priority.
COREY BULL: With Summer Madness around the corner…we wanted to up the ante. We wanted to wrestle in a match that not only would make the World titles look irrelevant and boring…but also something befitting this title. We heard this name many years ago...but we have designed something much better. We call this match...The Killing Floor.
The crowd roars its approval as Bull continues.
COREY BULL: We start with a domed steel cage, with a lot of metal and chains holding the thing together. Then we take four moving rooms, and we lock up four competitors in these rooms for a full twenty-four hours. Inside this domed cage of metal and destruction will be several weapons hung at different levels up the cage to make the more dangerous weapons higher up. We are talking barbed wire…baseball bats… fluorescent tubes…various other elements of pain. And then we let these four people loose into this domed cage and we let them fight till only one is left standing. Elimination style. Now these moving rooms are only about four by four by ten. Barely any room at all. No food…no light…complete depravation. These rooms move on wheels and attach to this behemoth via ten-foot tunnels.
The crowd feels rabid.
COREY BULL: Imagine being ready to fight but having no idea of when. The hunger that would take you over...knowing that at some point…you passed the limit of humanity and entered into our domain. No one is ready for this…but it is going to happen.
The crowd roars and cheers and starts a “Killing Floor” chant. Bull revels in it before he continues.
COREY BULL: Over the next few weeks…we are going to select matches that will be qualifiers and the winners of these three matches will be set inside the Killing Floor for the Blood Bath championship at Summer Madness. Because this is going to be the beginning of D.E.A.T.H’s Trauma Tour. And it is going to be a bloody mess!
Bull raises the title in the air and the crowds are ecstatic. Bull puts up a finger…the monster commanding the room. The crowd hushes.
COREY BULL: There is one more thing. J Mont. You have seemed to creep into everything around here. You are a plague no doubt…but also a warrior. We would like to invite you to enter the Killing Floor…to turn the four way into a five-way dance at Summer Madness. After all…its not like you have a title to worry about.
The mask seems to smirk as Bull drops the mic and climbs out of the ring. “Love the Way you Hate Me” starts to play him to the back.
DERRICK DIAMOND: Corey Bull is wanting a Killing Floor match!!
FLASH ROTTEN: Will our insurance cover that?
DERRICK DIAMOND: Probably not, but he's the champ, so it's going to happen! Who will qualify for this one??
FLASH ROTTEN: Who would WANT to??
DERRICK DIAMOND: If nothing else... it's truly going to be another Blood Bath!!
Bull raises up the Blood Bath Championship one more time on the stage, before heading towards the back.
MEMPHIS BELLE: The next match is scheduled for one fall, and will be fought under Pure Wrestling Rules! First, coming to the ring, standing 6’6” and weighing 272 lbs, from Chicago, Illinois, here is “THE SPRUCE GOOSE” CONNOR MALLORY!!!
"Red White & Blue" by Lynyrd Skynyrd plays as the Spruce Goose comes out of the back holding an American flag. He waves it back and forth ignoring the boos from the crowd and stands it upright, saluting it. He then hands the flag off to an assistant before walking down to the ring to fight for his country.
DERRICK DIAMOND: Mallory got a victory at War Games, but it was hardly an honorable win, the way he took down Latoya Hixx.
FLASH ROTTEN: Personally, I’m still a believer in the saying that a win is a win and nothing else matters. That said, Mallory definitely earned some negativity from the fans here tonight.
MEMPHIS BELLE: His opponent…
Black Tide’s “Warriors of Time” hits the sound system with the beginning “woooo-ooooo-ooooh” being sung by the crowd as the screens at the top of the ramp light up with scenes of anime that slowly transition to footage of our man in action in the ring and back again. Reginald Blake steps out from the backstage area, smiles and gestures behind him as “The Cold-Hearted Angel” Kenji Miyamoto steps out from behind the curtain dressed in a pair of jeans, t-shirt and a pair of sneakers, giving a small head nod bow to the left side of the arena, then the right.
MEMPHIS BELLE: Standing 6’3” and weighing 230 lbs, from Kanazawa, Japan, here is “THE COLD-HEARTED ANGEL” KENJI MIYAMOTO!!!
The crowd erupt into cheers as Kenji holds a hand up in acknowledgment making his way down the aisle, following behind Blake who's speaking positive affirmations into the camera that's tracking them to the ring. Kenji climbs the steel steps and looks up at the crowd, hopping onto a turnbuckle from the outside whilst pyros begin to explode, the response from the crowd growing exponentially. He jumps back down, wiping his feet on the apron and springboarding himself into the ring as the music slowly fades out with Blake walking around the outside of the ring and Kenji taking himself to a corner, to await the bell.
DERRICK DIAMOND: Miyamoto made a surprise cameo at War Games, as he made it known that he’s still coming for the WGWF X-Division Title. He won a #1 Contendership spot for that title last month, but the draft put his plans on hold.
FLASH ROTTEN: I still say there should be a statute of limitations here. He took too long to cash in!
DERRICK DIAMOND: He was on a different show!
FLASH ROTTEN: Excuses, excuses…
As the bell sounds, the referee signals for both Miyamoto and Mallory to shake hands. Miyamoto steps forward, but Mallory seems reluctant. After a moment, though, he follows the rules of the match, moving forward and shaking Miyamoto’s hand. Miyamoto gives a nod to Mallory, and then the referee, before turning to stretch quickly on the ropes. Mallory, though, is already coming in hard, grabbing a surprised Miyamoto from behind and twisting him down into a schoolboy!! He hangs on, reaching out and grabbing the ropes, as the referee starts his count…
1…
And the referee immediately stops when he spots Mallory’s hands on the ropes!! He jumps up, pointing at Mallory, who gets up, trying to say that he was just resting his hands. But the referee is warning him, saying that he’ll disqualify him quickly with the rules that are in place for this one. As Mallory tries to beg off, saying that it was a simple mistake, Miyamoto catches Mallory in the back of the leg, knocking him off his feet! Miyamoto then quickly twists Mallory around into a La Magistral, with Mallory fighting frantically as the referee makes the count…
1…
2…
And Mallory manages to kick out in time!
DERRICK DIAMOND: Connor needs to be careful. The Pure Wrestling rules do give the referee stronger powers to disqualify a wrestler. He easily could have ended this one right away!
FLASH ROTTEN: It’d be a boring match, but it’d definitely be within the realm of the match…
Both wrestlers are up, with Miyamoto blistering Mallory’s chest with a sharp chop! He throws in a second one, and then a third, driving Mallory back into the corner. He goes for a fourth, but Mallory counters it, managing to knock Miyamoto back into the corner instead. Mallory then swings, landing a closed fist punch… which gets an immediate threat from the referee, saying that closed fists are illegal in this one, and another one of those punches will mean Mallory loses. Mallory shakes his head, upset at being ‘handcuffed’. He turns back to Miyamoto, but Miyamoto comes flying out of the corner, getting a bulldog lariat on Mallory! As Mallory tries to recover, Miyamoto jumps to his feet and heads towards the ropes, coming off of them to get a Shiranui Kai (springboard backflip reverse DDT)!! He hangs on, trying for the pin…
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Th-But Mallory shoves Miyamoto off of him! Miyamoto springs to his feet, as Mallory tries to get up quickly, staggering. But Miyamoto is right on him, spinning to take Mallory down with a hurricanrana! Mallory rolls hard, ending up outside of the ring, holding his head. Miyamoto gets to his feet, watching as Mallory paces back and forth, frustrated with how this one is going so far.
DERRICK DIAMOND: So far, Kenji Miyamoto is in control of this one.
FLASH ROTTEN: Maybe so, but he’d better not underestimate what Connor Mallory is willing to do to win, even in a match like this…
Miyamoto comes closer to the ropes, daring Mallory to come in, then darting back as Mallory tries to reach through the ropes to grab him. Miyamoto stays back, as the referee continues his count, threatening to count out Mallory. The Spruce Goose pulls himself up on the apron and cautiously steps through the ropes, watching Miyamoto, who seems content to let him come in without incident. Mallory nods to him, then starts circling with Miyamoto, before the two men lock up. Mallory spins it into a headlock, hanging on, but Miyamoto quickly reverses it to his own headlock. But Mallory immediately lifts Miyamoto up, tossing him overhead… only for Miyamoto to land on his feet! Mallory spins around, with Miyamoto catching him with some palm strikes and knee strikes, keeping him off-balance.
Miyamoto then grabs hold of Mallory, trying for a German suplex, but Mallory blocks it in an unorthodox manner, snapping his head right into Miyamoto’s! Miyamoto stumbles back, stunned, as Mallory charges him, getting him and delivering a double leg takedown! Mallory then lands a couple of forearm shots, before pulling Miyamoto up and bodyslamming him near the corner. Mallory then goes to the ropes, pulling himself up quickly and pointing out at the crowd in mocking fashion, before leaping himself up and delivering the Vader Bomb!! Mallory stays on top, hanging onto both of Miyamoto’s legs for the best leverage, as the referee slides into position…
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Thr-but Miyamoto still gets his shoulder up!
FLASH ROTTEN: People forget that Connor Mallory has extensive technical training, and he just showed it there with those series of moves!
DERRICK DIAMOND: True. I’d love to talk about how strong a wrestler he can be… but he’s shown he’d rather take shortcuts to win.
FLASH ROTTEN: Who doesn’t love a good shortcut?
As Mallory and Miyamoto get up, Mallory moves in, catching hold of Miyamoto with the standing triangle choke submission. The referee looks closely, since this is a Pure Wrestling match, seemingly unsure about how much of a ‘choke’ this move is. It doesn’t matter, though, as Miyamoto starts fighting free of him almost immediately, swinging away with elbows at Mallory’s ribs to get free. Miyamoto then goes off the ropes and runs back for a running crossbody… only for Mallory to jump up, booting Miyamoto straight out of mid-air!!! Miyamoto goes down hard, with Mallory again making the cover, this time trying to sneak a little bit of tights in with the pin as the referee is on the other side…
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But even with the ‘leverage’, Mallory can’t stop Miyamoto from kicking out! Mallory, frustrated, smacks the ground, then gets up. The referee just stares at him, daring Mallory to say anything. But Mallory just shakes his head, turning back to Miyamoto and grabbing him to pull him up… only for Miyamoto to grab at Mallory’s legs, taking him over and twisting him into a reverse standing figure-four leglock!!! The move comes out of nowhere, as Mallory is now in desperate pain, fighting against the hold, while Miyamoto tightens his grip. The referee checks on Mallory to see if he’ll tap out, but Mallory is shaking his head, refusing to give in. He starts dragging himself forward, desperate, as Miyamoto tries to maintain the hold. But Mallory is too strong, managing to pull himself to the ropes and grabbing hold. The referee signals for the break, saying that’s one, with Miyamoto dropping the submission.
DERRICK DIAMOND: Mallory gets free, but he’s only got a limited number of rope breaks in this one, and now he’s got even less.
FLASH ROTTEN: What a silly rule. Rope breaks are part of wrestling! He should an unlimited amount!
DERRICK DIAMOND: That’s not how a Pure Wrestling match works, Flash, and you know it…
Mallory struggles to get up, his legs killing him. Miyamoto grabs him from behind, trying now to twist him into an armbar submission, but Mallory fights free. He spins around and grabs hold of Miyamoto, snapping off an Exploder suplex! Miyamoto rolls away, stunned, as Mallory stays on the mat, shaking out his right leg. He works back to his feet, limping over to Miyamoto, who’s starting to get up. Mallory is right there, though, angrily grabbing hold of Miyamoto and lifting him into the air with a Northern Lights suplex, hanging onto it upon landing. The referee moves in, watching Miyamoto’s shoulders as he counts…
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THR-No! Miyamoto is able to break loose of the hold! Mallory can’t believe it, thinking that he had it won. He looks frustrated, then shakes it off, pointing down at Miyamoto and saying he’s going to end this. He picks up Miyamoto, getting him in position for America The Beautiful (Electric Chair Driver)!! But Miyamoto breaks free, getting Mallory in the back of the leg once more to send him reeling to the mat. Miyamoto then races to the ropes and flies back… landing the Killshot (V-Trigger)!!!! Mallory takes the hit and falls to the mat, with Miyamoto pulling himself together afterwards and making the cover, trying to hold Mallory down…
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THR-No! The ref stops counting! Miyamoto looks up in surprise, only for the referee to point at Mallory’s foot on the ropes, saying that’s two!
DERRICK DIAMOND: Mallory has to use another rope break to save himself!
FLASH ROTTEN: So Mallory’s only got one rope break left, right? And Miyamoto’s still got all three?
DERRICK DIAMOND: I believe so, Flash.
FLASH ROTTEN: Miyamoto should have to share… it should be 2-2 now!
Miyamoto gets to his feet, looking down at Mallory with a lot of intensity. He looks around at the cheering crowd, and then prepares himself for the Willo The Wisp (Hidden Blade/Stormbreaker Combo)! He comes at Mallory from behind for the first part… and Mallory suddenly flattens out, avoiding the swing! As Miyamoto is off-balance, Mallory scoops the leg, standing up as he pulls Miyamoto into an ankle lock!! Miyamoto immediately reaches for the ropes, but Mallory hauls him back, desperate to keep Miyamoto in the hold. He wrenches away at Miyamoto’s ankle, as if trying to twist his boot completely around! Miyamoto is in tremendous agony, fighting against the pain, as the referee moves in to see if this is going to be it. Miyamoto is still refusing to quit, though, shaking his head.
Mallory, extremely confident now, wrenches the ankle even further over. He is really putting all his force into it. But this backfires, as Miyamoto uses the twist, rolling with it in order to try and get free. Mallory rolls as well, though, and pops back to his feet, still holding onto the ankle lock tightly. The problem is, this got them closer to the ropes, and Miyamoto is able to use a herculean effort to shove himself forward, latching a hand onto the bottom rope!! The referee calls for the break, with Mallory shaking his head in refusal. The ref then starts to head towards the side, as if to call for the DQ, and Mallory immediately drops the hold, raising up his hands in frustration.
DERRICK DIAMOND: So that’s a rope break used by Miyamoto!
FLASH ROTTEN: Good, so it’s 2-2 like I said, right?
DERRICK DIAMOND: 2-1, Flash, stop trying to give Mallory an extra one!
With Miyamoto trying to recover, his ankle still aching, Mallory waits behind him for him to get up. He goes for the ankle again, trying to pull Miyamoto back, but Miyamoto kicks out with his free leg, catching Mallory in the head! Mallory staggers back, stunned, but shakes it off, as he glares at Miyamoto. He comes in again, rearing back a fist… and then stops himself at the last moment, realizing that the referee is staring right at him. But this hesitation works against Mallory, as Miyamoto takes full advantage, catching Mallory by the arm and taking him down with the Dreamcatcher (Rainmaker)!!! Miyamoto manages to get on top with one arm, as the referee counts…
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THRE-NO!! Mallory’s arm goes up at the last second! The crowd gives a cheer, apparently enjoying this contest, as Miyamoto wearily pulls himself up. He grabs Mallory’s arm, dragging the man towards the corner. Miyamoto then starts to climb up the turnbuckle, getting to the second rope as he prepares for a major maneuver. But Mallory suddenly comes to, standing up and catching Miyamoto from behind, lifting him off the turnbuckle… and delivering America The Beautiful!!! The crowd is shocked, as Mallory makes the cover, hanging on tightly as the referee moves into position…
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THREE-WAIT!!! Miyamoto gets an arm out on the ropes!!!
DERRICK DIAMOND: Oh wow, I thought that was it!!
FLASH ROTTEN: Damn it, the ropes saved Miyamoto! If Mallory had only made him use them all up…
Mallory is almost hysterical, demanding that the referee fix this, but the ref can’t do anything. In a fury, Mallory grabs hold of Miyamoto, dragging him away from the ropes, and then makes the cover again, telling the ref to count faster…
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THRE-No!! Miyamoto had enough recovery time to be able to kick out!! Mallory is in denial, shaking his head repeatedly. He gets himself up, staggering around, trying to figure this one out. His fist is clenching, as he really wants to let Miyamoto have it, but the rules prevent that. After a few moments, Mallory stumbles back over to Miyamoto, pulling the man back up. He lifts Miyamoto onto his shoulders again, wanting a second America The Beautiful, but this time Miyamoto rolls himself forward, taking both men down and turning it into a pinning combination!! The ref is there…
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No! Mallory kicks out!! Both men pop up, with Mallory desperately swinging at Miyamoto, but Miyamoto ducks under it, then catches hold of Mallory… and gets him up into Angel Wings (Shouten Kai)!!!! The impact shakes the ring, as Miyamoto is barely able to get his fatigued body over for the cover afterwards…
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WINNER VIA PINFALL: KENJI MIYAMOTO
Match Time: 15:29
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DERRICK DIAMOND: Kenji Miyamoto picks up the victory!!
FLASH ROTTEN: This one was a hell of a battle! Even with the rules against him, Mallory put up an amazing fight! Just imagine what he could have done to Miyamoto if the rules were thrown out the window?
DERRICK DIAMOND: Well, that wasn’t the match stipulation, Flash, and Miyamoto performed exceptionally well. I hope Mansley, Carnes, and Gideon were all watching!
In the ring, Miyamoto gets to his feet, as the referee raises his hand. He turns to the recovering Mallory, willing to offer him a handshake to end the Pure Wrestling match. But Mallory just rolls out of the ring, ignoring Miyamoto’s offer of respect. We cut away.
Let’s get into the bowels of the T-Mobile Center here in Kansas City. Deep into the bowels, scary deep, like you shouldn’t have gone this deep into the bowels of the T-Mobile Center because you’re about to hit teeth. Either way, standing there in this part of the T-Mobile Center are WGWF’s latest signings, the tag team duo of Meshuggeneh Jones and Adam Ramsey who are also known as the Wild Bunch. Go check out that movie, it’s fantastic. The duo are seemingly having a bit of an argument between each other.
RAMSEY: So… what you’re telling me is that you got a phone call from our benefactor to have a clandestine meeting in some location in the T-Mobile Center. Have I got that all correct, so far?
JONES: Yep.
RAMSEY: And it didn’t occur to you to write down exactly where this super secret meeting was going to be?
JONES: First, I did not expect that the T-Mobile Center would be roughly the same size as the Backrooms. Secondly, I was told to make sure not to tell anyone other than you about the meeting’s location just in case…
RAMSEY: Just in case?
At that moment, a couple members of the event security team in bright yellow jackets appear behind Adam Ramsey. Jones points them out towards Ramsey, who turns around.
SECURITY: What are you two doing here? This part of the arena is off limits.
RASMEY: We seem to be lost…
JONES: Look, we are that new tag team that signed, you know the Scottish ones.
RAMSEY: We’re looking for the haggis vendor. We were told that someone down here was serving haggis, perhaps it was little rookie hazing or something. Hey, can we keep the two of you finding us down here a secret or something? It’s a little embarrassing that we were ribbed so easily.
The security guards nod towards each other and make agreeing faces. The one security officer turns back towards the two of them before they leave.
SECURITY: Haggis? That’s that sheep thing that’s like… what, intestines stuffed with organs?
JONES: You know how us Scots love stuffing sheep. There isn’t a single sheep on the island that hasn’t been given a proper stuffing from one of the lads, am I right?
How Meshuggeneh Jones is able to keep a straight face and attempt to throw in a bit of Scottish accent at the same time is a pure miracle. But he pulls it off, as the two security guards wander away as the Wild Bunch continue looking for whomever it is that they are supposed to be meeting here tonight.
The crowd comes alive as they break out singing along to “Like a Prayer”. The singing breaks out into the loudest ovation of the night thus far when Edward Grado walks out to the top of the ramp yet there isn’t a typical smile on Edward’s face. Grado has a bandage wrapped around his forehead, and some minor facial bruising on the right side of his face is shown. Edward has the WGWF TV Title in his left hand. Grado isn’t sporting a fanny pack, weird.
DERRICK DIAMOND: Grado doesn’t look happy tonight, and why should he be after what transpired at War Games when Grado replaced Lexi Gold who was taken out by someone or something at the Pay-Per-View only to be turned on by Chris Page with that sickening display.
FLASH ROTTEN: I’ve been waiting to see what Edward has to say about all of this and let’s not forget that he successfully retained the Television Championship in a grueling Last Man Standing match versus Seth Stevens before trying to do the right thing and even the odds inside War Games.
Edward walks down the ramp at a slower pace, his body is wrecked in pain from War Games but he reaches the ring and rolls into it under the bottom rope. Edward picks up a microphone left in a corner. The music dies down leaving the crowd to break out into a “GRADO! GRADO! GRADO! GRADO!” chant. It brings the first smile to Edward’s face.
DERRICK DIAMOND: There’s the smile I’m looking for.
FLASH ROTTEN: Grado has won over the hearts of the WGWF Universe, that’s for sure.
Edward raises the microphone up to his mouth.
EDWARD GRADO: I have a lot on my mind coming out of War Games. I left Seth Stevens in the rearview and successfully defended the WGWF Television Championship.
The crowd responds with a nice ovation.
EDWARD GRADO: What should have been the end of my night turned out to be just the beginning. People have asked me why did I involve myself in War Games itself? Allow me to answer that, I was walking backstage when I stumbled across the trainer’s taking an unconscious Lexi Gold to an awaiting ambulance. I knew right then that those bastards TFO had something to do with it so that the numbers were in their favor which seems to be par the course.
Edwards takes a moment and takes breath.
EDWARD GRADO: And seeing as I’m one of the few people who have put J Mont’s shoulders to the mat in this company, and knowing that War Games is no disqualification who could stop me from evening the odds? I had the opportunity to do the right thing because I didn’t see anyone else rushing to step in. I refused to let J Mont win without putting up a fight. What I didn’t expect was being the guy that Chris Page used as a pawn in a bigger game of chess. I know you view me as the sideshow, and while Chris isn’t here doesn’t mean that I’m not going to come out here and make sure that I let him know that he’s now on my radar.
The crowd responds with a “GRADO” chant.
EDWARD GRADO: Don’t think that you get to crack my skull with your personal Barbie and that I’m going to take that lying down. There is going to come a time, a place, when you’ll be getting a receipt from yours truly that will double down on what you think you’ve accomplished. Laugh at me now, I’ll be laughing at you later.
Edward shifts the conversation.
EDWARD GRADO: But I’ve also got someone else breathing down my neck as the number one contender to the Television Championship. Being a Champion doesn’t mean you get to take the easy route; if it were, I wouldn’t be here. We’ve got our biggest challenge to date coming at Summer Madness in the form of that mountain of a Bear known as Colossus. As it stands you’ll be challenging the TV Champion, I’d like to say I’ll be there to give you a giant squeeze. Still, I do not want to count my chickens before they hatch because there is a lot of time between now and then. Anything tends to happen around the WGWF so there is no guarantee that I will be walking into Summer Madness… but I’m going to damn sure do everything in my power to make sure that I am.
Edward thinks to himself.
EDWARD GRADO: Do any of us really know what’s next? But now with everyone under one roof, there aren’t going to be actions that do not have consequences, and tonight I’m out here to let everyone know that in two short weeks I will be defending the Television Championship, against who? That’s in the hands of the General Managers! Grado out!
A Voice can be heard over the PA systems of the Arena.
VOICE: Ladies and Gentleman, a charitable donation of $500,000 dollars has been deposited into the account of The Greater Kansas City Community Foundation. This helps the community with education, health, donors and critical issues around the community.
VOICE: It’s a shame you do not see local heroes like Patrick Mahomes, Travis Kelce, Bobby Witt III, Paul Rudd and Rob Riggle doing this. They are too busy worrying about Super Bowls, or ways to lose a baseball game or make a shitty movie. This GROUP took the initiative and made a very generous donation. It could have been more, but Kansas City doesn’t deserve much more than this. They should be thankful that The Fortunate Ones and Honorary Myst stepped to the plate and did what they did for the Community of Kansas City.
VOICE: Maybe one day, more people in the WGWF and around the world will do what The Fortunate Ones and Honorary Myst are doing for the LESS FORTUNATE. And this is not counting the fact that we keep getting everyone all these bonuses for PPV matches and Main Events. Everyone on Team Devlin and Hanari Carnes tonight in the Main Event gets a bonus because of us. They would never be in ANY Main Event if not for The Fortunate Ones. So, Kansas City, you are not welcome. Everyone not with The Fortunate Ones, you are not welcome. You can all kiss our asses!
THIS ADVERTISEMENT HAS BEEN BROUGHT TO YOU BY THE FORTUNATE ONES
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DERRICK DIAMOND: Another great gesture by The Fortunate Ones!
FLASH ROTTEN: Another check I want to see deposited!
DERRICK DIAMOND: You are a true hater of something good. I bet if you had free meals for the year, you would say that's amazing!
FLASH ROTTEN: Maybe at Summer Madness, we need to fight to see who stays and who goes?
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, her Amber Mansley replica doll, sits on a baby chair next to her, with a stick on a name tag that reads "Co-Host".
JENNY: KANSAS CITYYYYYYYY! Land of the free, home of the Swifties! The tiny city in the middle of the cornfields that suddenly everyone is talking about! I always knew it would take a blonde celebrity for anyone to give a damn about Kansas City, I just didn’t think it would be the Karen of Country Music. Had Taylor ever even come to Kansas City before sitting in that box in your outdated football stadium?
The crowd boos a bit.
Jenny: What?! You have a football team that underachievers year after year until you get Kermit the Frog reincarnated as a mulatto boy, and his bestie and roommate is banging arguably the most famous woman in the world besides me. Your baseball team sucks, and has always sucked, and the only thing you have to hang your midwestern hats on is how good Kansas City Barbeque is.
The crowd cheers a bit.
Jenny: This has to be the most pathetic city in the country, and I’ve been to all of ‘em! But I am a woman of the people. I am going to give you all something to cheer about, something to remember, something that Kansas City can actually be proud of! Tonight, I am going to give you all a therapy session that won’t soon be forgotten.
BUT FIRST!
As many of you know I joined the winning team at War Games. I caught a lot of flack for joining team JMONT, and a lot of people said it made me a bad person. A lot of people told me that I was making a mistake, that my legacy was going to be tarnished. Well I am here tonight to tell you what you need to hear, not what you want to hear. I am here to tell you all that despite being ASKED to join, and accepting, I am not an official family member. TFO is about family. They actually have morals, and deep-seated beliefs.
Flash Rotten: Oh please.
Derrick Diamond: Shhh, I am trying to hear her point.
Jenny: IF JMont was such a bad guy, and “The Fortunate Ones” were such bad people, then why would they give me this?
She points towards the Tron.
Jenny: VOILA!
Jenny: Isn’t that like the nicest thing anyone has ever done for someone in the history of ever?! Joe has made me an honorary member of the family! Like, I’m gonna cry right now.
Fans herself with her hand after bouncing around like an excited child.
Jenny: It’s like my own little family. The family I never had. You all here in the great KC metro area should know all about family, since most of you are related anyway. So that is what I want to explore here tonight, the Mont family values. You see there is SOOOOOOOO much more to this family that nobody sees. SOOOOOOOO much more to this family that never makes it to Television, kinda like the Royals and the Chiefs before Taylor became the leading wide receiver, if ya know what I mean.
She nudes the air with a wink.
Jenny: whispers Hi Travis…..call me.
Jenny: The fact of the matter is that I chose the winning team, and I align myself with greatness. Now that that has been established, I feel it is my goal and obligation to introduce more members of arguably the greatest family ever in the history of professional anything. The family that has opened their arms to me and I have accepted the hug. And who better to do this extraordinary announcement than the matriarch of the Mont legacy herself… Mia Monuori.
Flash Rotten: Oh jesus. There goes any hope of a decent segment!
” Bad Bitch Energy” plays and the crowd jeers as Mia Monuori marches down the aisle with Gia in tow. Baby G replies to the booing crowd by giving them the middle finger. Like father, like daughter. Mother and daughter enter the ring and trade hugs with Jenny before Myst does a polite bow and hands the mic off to Mia.
Mia Montuori: Thank you so much for all your efforts to help my husband and our family, blood and otherwise. And thank you for giving the floor to me tonight for this announcement. What announcement is that you Miseryians may be asking? Well, me and my husband began talking about expanding our family many months ago and I’m pleased to announce that Joe and I.. HAVE ADOPTED A SON AND DAUGHTER!
The crowd jeers the FUCK out of her.
FLASH ROTTEN: Oh fuck me in the belly, what the fuck?
DERRICK DIAMOND: The Montuori’s are showing how loving and caring they are! They’ve adopted! How can anybody hate them now?
MIA MONUORI: It took a lot of time and a lot of red tape and many months of talking with adoption agencies here and abroad but we finally did it! Baby Gia now has a big brother and a big sister! Our household is complete! And guess what, Cans of Ass City, Misery, you’re about to meet them. Please welcome Baby Mont and Wu Han Mont!
The lights cut out.
Flickers from cigarette lighters and orbs from cell phones illuminate small patches of the T Mobile Center.
For several moments nothing happens until a single bright light shines out from the entrance at the top of the ramp. Then, the Russian National Anthem cranks up. The good citizens of Kansas City, Missouri erupt with boos as an imposing figure steps through the light. He’s clad in red with some other clothing matching the color scheme of Russia, eliciting deeper jeers from the Missourians.
The Russian has an aura about him, his presence taking on a personality all its own. And it’s a menacing one. A cold one. A stark contrast to Mia’s jovial demeanor moments before.
Derrick Diamond and Flash Rotten sit silent, an unusual thing for them to do for segments like this.
The Russian looks left and right and then with his cold blues aiming forward he takes a single step before stopping.
Out from behind him, a young Chinese woman zips into view and posts up beside him. She too has an aura about her. It's not as cold. Not as menacing. It’s one of confidence that surpasses her youthful vigor.
Sporting a suit and tie, the woman leads the way to the ring. She’s all business. A sharp focus on the task at hand. The towering Russian looks like a moving skyscraper among the fans, many of whom cease their jeering and watch in awe as he ascends the steel steps and enters the ring.
Mia stands aside, out of frame, to let her new son and daughter have their moment. The newest duo to WGWF do just that and stand center of the ring, their faces set with determination. The Russian National Anthem finally ceases and a flood of jeers envelop them.
The pair turn and exchange hugs and cheek kisses with Mia. Well, Wu Han does. Baby Mont sticks to a hug. From here they take their seats, their eyes focused on Jenny.
JENNY MYST: Okay, so, yeah I gotta know, we gotta know, how old are they? I thought you meant children.
MIA MOTUORI: They are both 17 years old.
The fans boo the shit out of her.
FLASH ROTTEN: BULLSHIT! There’s no way that guy is 17. Maybe the girl is, but if that guy’s 17 then I’m the skinniest man in the world.
DERRICK DIAMOND: They grow their men different in Russia. Plus stress of living in Russia probably added a few years and grew him up faster.
Jenny does a slow blink but nods.
JENNY MYST: Right. So, Wu Han is from China and Baby Mont is from Russia? What’s with their names?
MIA MONTUORI: Well, Wu Han is her born name, so we didn’t change it. She’s from Beijing. Now, Baby Mont here, that’s a different story. His name was actually a number because he was born and raised in a lab. Joe did give him a proper legal name but put his ring name is Baby Mont because he’s Joe’s baby boy, his son. And he did it for the LOLs too. And since we’re on the topic of them, I think we should talk to them too. Will you?
Jenny bounces excitedly in her seat and nods.
JENNY MYST: Yay! So, Wu Han, I guess we start with you? What’s the deal, girl? Give us all the deets. ALLLLLLLLL the deets.
Wu Han grins and nods.
WU HAN MONT: I was born in a rural village outside of Beijing and then given over to the Chinese government for their experimental works. My parents were rewarded handsomely for selling me. The government did a lot of things to my mind, and my brain, and made it more functional than the normal person. I was able to learn and master many languages including Russian. There were other mental experiments and such done to enhance me, and others like me, but then my new dad, whom you all know as J Mont, and my mom Mia stepped in and adopted me from the lab through an adoption agency. As for WGWF, I am not a wrestler but I will be a valet and translator for Baby Mont. He doesn’t know much English yet, but I’ll get him up to speed.
Jenny’s eyes have grown wider by now and she slowly nods at Wu Han before shifting her gaze to Baby Mont.
JENNY MYST: Baby Mont, tell us all about you, big guy!
Wu Han translates Jenny’s remarks into Russian for Baby. The large Russian wrestler stares at Jenny, more like through her, his eyes a vacancy of emotion or soul.
BABY MONT: Родителей нет. Я родился в лаборатории. Они создали меня и выковали в спортивную боевую машину. Я один из многих, кто работает в лаборатории, но трусы Запада не позволяют нам участвовать в международных спортивных соревнованиях. Мой отец, твой Джо Монтуори, усыновил меня, чтобы я мог жить мечтой о соперничестве и разрушении. Вот и все. Хватит этих светских разговоров.
WU HAN MONT: He said.. “No parents. I was born in lab. They created me and forged me into a sports combat machine. I am one of many from the lab but the cowards of the West disable us from competing in international sports. My mom and dad, your Joe Montuori and Mia Montuori, adopted me so I could live the dream of destroying. This is all. Enough of this small talk.”
After a small pause Jenny nods and shrugs.
JENNY MYST: Well ok then. I know something you won’t get enough of though, big guy.
Jenny hops up giddy with excitement rummages behind the couch and pulls out a big delicious sponge cake.
JENNY MYST: I made this especially good for you guys cause this is a special family edition. Let us eat and be joyful in family fervor!
Derrick Diamond: SPONGE CAKE FOR THE FAMILY!
Flash Rotten: This show is deteriorating rapidly.
Jenny cuts the cake and gives slices to Wu Han, Mia, and Gia who are all overjoyed and partake happily in the delicious treat. Baby Mont, on the other hand, stares at his offered slice with great disdain. He says something in Russian to Jenny.
WU HAN MONT: I’m sorry Jenny but he said.. “This food is for fat persons like the Americans and I know it is food of death.” But hey Jenny I love it, it’s tasty!
Baby Mont picks the rest of the cake up out of its container and punt kicks it into the fans causing many to get pelted by the flying sponge projectiles.
BABY MONT: *in badly broken English* If they die.. They die.
Mia stomps over to him and gives him the mom stare and the mom finger.
MIA MONTUORI: You stop your hissy fit right this instance young man! Sit your ass down and think about what you did wrong.
Baby Mont remains stoic and lacks visible emotions but does at least sit back down.
The tension in the room is palpable as Jenny's eyes glisten with unshed tears. Her lip quivers slightly, betraying the emotions she struggles to contain. Mia Mont's glare is like ice, piercing through Baby Mont, who sits stoic under her scrutiny. Meanwhile, Wu Han Mont remains oblivious to the drama, enjoying a piece of sponge cake, a treat they wouldn’t normally have in China.
Jenny takes a deep breath, her voice trembling with a mix of sadness and resolve.
Jenny: "Ladies and Gentlemen, the Montuori's,"
The scene fades out.
DERRICK DIAMOND: Ladies and Gentlemen, this match is going to be intense. No DQ, this is such a great example of the level of talent that exists within WGWF! If Cable wins, he and a partner of his choosing would get a tag team title shot.
Flash looks at Derrick as if he’s lost his mind.
FLASH ROTTEN: No genius this is a great example of what happens when you run your mouth at someone you shouldn’t, even though you know you’re in over your head. They better polish up those belts and get ready to hand them over.
MEMPHIS BELLE: Ladies and Gentlemen, the following match will be contested under no disqualification rules.
"The lights dim around the arena and a hush descends on the crowd. The opening taps of drums and the beginning riffs of the violins and bass of TRUST by Megadeath can be heard filtering through the speakers. Green pin spots swirl wildly around the arena flashing across the fans. Smoke fills the metal ramp as the drum beat and the guitar pick up a bit. A figure can be seen making its way out of the curtain atop the ramp, and green spotlights tear into the darkness, crisscrossing wildly in front of the curtain where we see a large silhouette of a man lit from behind the curtains.
The lyrics begin to chant the chorus and the chugging bass beat the crashing cymbals and the kicking riffs of the guitar. The spotlights are waving across the stage wildly, and out of the darkness of the curtain, into the green spotlights waving everywhere, just as the music kicks in hard, Johnathan Cable springs forward onto the ramp screaming at the night. Cables makes his way down the ramp towards the ring staring intently at the squared circle and brushing past the outreached hands of fans nearby. The lights fade in as the music goes on, and Johnathan slides in under the ropes to get ready for his match.”
MEMPHIS BELLE: Introducing first, hailing from Jacksonville, Florida he is “The Beast” Johnathan Cable!
DERRICK DIAMOND: Cable basically lost it at War Games, due to the introduction of a…
FLASH ROTTEN: Quiet, Derrick!!
DERRICK DIAMOND: What do you mean? He’s triggered by seeing it, not talking about it…
FLASH ROTTEN: You don’t know that for sure, and he’s way too close to us to risk it, ESPECIALLY in a No DQ match. Just keep your trap shut…
MEMPHIS BELLE: And his opponent…
“Someone, Anyone” by Anberlin begins to play as Johnny Stylez makes his way out onto the stage. He stares out at the crowd and begins laughing and shaking his head as he makes for the ramp. He continues down toward the ring, openly mocking his opponent and the crowd. He slides under the bottom rope and glares across the ring at the enemy he faces tonight.
MEMPHIS BELLE:Hailing from New Orleans, Louisiana…”The Don of Disrespect” L.A. Johnny Stylez!
DERRICK DIAMOND: Stylez is out here in his Jestyr Seryous persona, which he seems to wear all the time now. It makes you wonder, does Stylez even still exist?
FLASH ROTTEN: He’s standing right there, Derrick.
DERRICK DIAMOND: No, I mean, his personality…
FLASH ROTTEN: We don’t care about personality here, it’s all about how hard you hit your opponent!
The referee backs off as Cable and Stylez glare at each other. He looks extremely nervous as he turns to the timekeeper.
DERRICK DIAMOND: Looks like we are set to start and the ref is calling for the bell.
FLASH ROTTEN:Do you think they’ll say nice things about Stylez at his funeral?
DING!
DING!
DING!
The two men charge at each other, no collar and elbow tie ups in this one. They just start throwing haymakers, each man throwing hard right hands. Cable gets the early advantage with a left jab that Stylez wasn’t expecting, unable to defend himself, Stylez gets rocked with a right hook! Johnny gets taken off his feet and The Beast starts laying in the boots. He drags Stylez back to his feet and rocks him again with a european uppercut that elicits a gasp from the crowd. He delivers a second one that drives Johnny back into the ropes. He shoots Stylez across and comes back toward the center of the ring. Stylez ducks the clothesline attempt and passes under the outstretched arm of Cable. Johnny hits the ropes again and takes Cable down with a huge leaping shoulder block! The Beast rolls with the momentum and under the bottom rope and to the floor. The crowd boos him and Stylez is left perplexed inside the ring. Cable looks at him and smirks as Johnny becomes frustrated and goes out after him. As soon as Stylez' feet touch down, Cable rolls back in under the bottom rope. The crowd boos him again for playing games instead of fighting.
DERRICK DIAMOND: Listen to this crowd getting on Cable for not standing his ground and fighting.
FLASH ROTTEN: That’s because they are as stupid as Stylez. He chased the man and was made to look like a fool.
Instead of rolling back under the bottom rope, Johnny goes up the ring steps and glares at Cable who only smirks. John motions for him to bring it and as Stylez steps between the middle and top rope, The Beast kicks the middle rope, forcing it up into his man bits. The impact causes Johnny to fall into the ring clutching his family jewels. The crowd is on Cable, who simply taps his forehead as if to say, you have to be smarter than that. He drags Stylez to his feet. Cable stands behind him and tries to lift him up for putting him into position for the storm cradle driver, Stylez throws all of his weight forward and is able to roll through it, sending Cable face first to the mat. Stylez tries to roll the bigger man over and lock in a Texas cloverleaf but Cable kicks him away and back into the ropes. Stylez pauses long enough for Cable to try and get back to his feet. He rushes at him and drops him face first with his version of the famasser that he calls “The Rear View”. The crowd pops for him as he continues to make his comeback. Cable rolls onto his back and Johnny goes on the attack, straddling his chest and laying in some heavy right handed shots to the forehead. Stylez continues to reign down hard right hands as the crowd counts along.
1!
2!
3!
4!
5!
6!
7!
8!
9!
Stylez pauses there and smirks at Cable before nailing him one last time.
10!
DERRICK DIAMOND: A bit of showmanship from Stylez.
FLASH ROTTEN: A terrible mistake!
Stylez drags Cable back to his feet by the back of his mask and maneuvers him close to the ropes. He applies a front facelock like he might go for the draping DDT but Cable elevates him up and over the top rope! Johnny clips his head on the way to the floor. When he sits back up, you can see a thin trickle of blood form above his right eye and begin to flow down the right side of his face. He wipes the blood away as Cable comes out of the ring. Cable motions for the crowd to bring it all and turns back to a now standing Johnny Stylez. Stylez returns the favor to John from earlier and kicks him in the family jewels, doubling the bigger man over in pain. He grabs Cable by the back of his wrestling gear and mask and sends him crashing into the ring steps. He doesn’t try to send him head first though, trying to damage the knees of Cable. The impact causes John to flip head over heels and crash into the security barricade! Stylez takes advantage of the “no dq” rules and ignores the ref urging him to get it back inside the ring. He stands on the ring steps waiting for Cable to get back to his feet. The Beast does try to get back to his feet just as Johnny leaps off trying to hit “The Bedtime Story” but Cable is able to move out of the way. Cable comes up limping but is still able to take Stylez off his feet with a vicious clothesline!
DERRICK DIAMOND: Cable staying one step ahead of him for most of this match so far.
FLASH ROTTEN: That’ll definitely take the wind out of your sails.
John now straddles the chest of Stylez and starts reigning down hard right hands right above the cut in Johnny’s forehead. He stops and starts tearing at the cut with his fingers, trying to really open Stylez up. Cable then gets back to his feet and when he drags Johnny back to his, you can see the blood flow down his face, painting it with a crimson mask. He rolls Stylez back under the bottom rope and follows him in. The referee checks on Stylez to make sure he’s okay, and Johnny shoves him away laughing at the thought. Johnny is still in a seated position as Cable comes in from behind with a clothesline. Stylez head smacks off the canvas and then he falls backwards. Johnny’s head is resting on the bottom rope as Cable comes over and drags him back to his feet. He hoists Johnny onto his shoulders in a fireman’s carry position, looking to put Johnny through an armbreaker, but Stylez fights free. He grabs Cable by the chin on his way down his back and hits “The Humbler”, his variation of the backstabber leaves Cable gasping for air and clutching his back as he rolls onto his stomach in pain. Stylez wipes the blood away from his eyes, then drags John back to his feet. He whips him to the corner hard with an impact that can be seen, heard and felt. He comes in at cable and hits him with “The Face Fixer”! John stumbles forward and Stylez hops up to the second rope. Johnny leaps off and hits a bulldog on Cable driving face first into the mat. He goes back to the corner and waits as Cable gets to all fours, Stylez comes out of the corner and goes for his curb stomp and this time connects with “The Bedtime Story”!
DERRICK DIAMOND: Could it be?
FLASH ROTTEN: No chance!
One!
Two!
Thre…
Cable barely escapes the pinfall attempt but gets his shoulder up at the last possible second! The crowd is on their feet and chanting, “This is Awesome!” as the two men both struggle to get back to their feet. Stylez is up first, and glaring at Cable. John to his credit comes up smiling as he looks over at Stylez. A thin trickle of blood is now running down the edge of his mask. Both men are spent as they come to the center of the ring, and begin jawing at each other. Stylez pushes Cable who laughs at that and pushes him back. Stylez goes for a wild haymaker a bit off balance and John easily blocks it. He counters the punch with a brute forced arm drag that sends Stylez across the ring. Johnny pops right back to his feet and rushes at Cable. John catches him coming in and plants him with a spinebuster! Working quickly, Cable drags him to his feet again and puts him in position for a suplex. He then grabs the inside leg and spins him around and down with a “Fisherman’s swinging neck breaker”!
DERRICK DIAMOND: That’s got to be it!
FLASH ROTTEN: Yes, please and thank you!
One!
Two!
Thre….
A near fall for Cable but Stylez kicks out at 2.9999999!
DERRICK DIAMOND: I thought that was going to finish things!
FLASH ROTTEN: Stylez/Seryous surprising us again!
John is not even phased by his opponent kicking out, he rolls back to his feet and is ready. Standing behind Stylez, he grabs him quickly and hoists him into the air. Cable trying to hit the BFT but Stylez is able to get an arm free. He forces all of his weight forward and is able to roll through the move, sending Cable sprawling. Both men are up quickly and John comes forward and walks right into “Insult-2-Injury”! The spinning unprettier connects and Stylez falls on top of Cable, draping his arm across his chest.
One!
Two!
Three!
DERRICK DIAMOND: Holy crap! That might be the upset of the year right there!
FLASH ROTTEN: Damnit! No!
MEMPHIS BELLE: Here is your winner, in thirteen minutes and twenty-six seconds Johnny Stylez!
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WINNER VIA PINFALL: Johnny Stylez
Match Time: 13:26
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We come back to an extreme closeup shot of shimmering gold.
MMS (Voice): The WGWF Intercontinental Championship…. The last time we were together for Monday Night Brawl, I walked away with this championship in my hands. My name is now forever etched in the history books of this company and this should be something to be proud of. This should be an honor. But after what transpired at War Games, this is an embarrassment.
The crowd in the arena gives a mixed reaction as the shot begins to zoom out.
MMS (Voice): And it’s my own damn fault for joining a company owned by someone I long ago pegged as the biggest snake of them all. I thought that the level of competition here could wash that stink away and I could swim in this large ocean that is the WGWF but after War Games I learned that I was swimming alright. Not in an ocean, but in a fucking toilet bowl and those of us who care about this business are stuck in there next to dozens of floating turds.
Another mixed reaction from the crowd.
MMS (Voice): I don’t care if you disagree with me but the truth is that this company and the people that the boss has hitched his wagon to will do everything in their power to take everything for themselves at the expense of anything that’s ever made this place good to begin with. There are plenty of good folks here in the WGWF. There are talents in the locker room that bust their ass to give positive contributions while the company backed and approved “wrestlers” reenact “The Human Centipede” every week in the middle of this ring, forcing their endless parade of shit on us all.
The camera zooms out to the point where we can see Maxwell Mason Stone reach in and grab the Intercontinental Championship belt. He looks at it in disgust.
MMS: So here I am with the burden of carrying a championship bearing the name of a company that’s proven to represent the worst of professional wrestling. I almost wanted to throw this out of a moving car window because this thing has become a scarlet letter, something carried around in shame. I could just walk out and drop it in the center of the ring but I am a fighting champion and if I lose this thing, it’ll be because someone beat me for it. I’m not a little bitch who will quit or claim some kind of contract dispute so I don’t have to lose a title. Hi Clyde.
BOOOOOOOOOO.
MMS: So maybe we can turn chicken shit into chicken salad here and put a positive spin on this championship.
Max grabs a strip of bright red tape and affixes it over the “WGWF” logo at the top of the belt.
MMS: Will this be a championship that represents the cheap shopping mall parking lot circus that Chris Page and Joe Montuori want this to be?
OR
Will this championship represent those who have the ambition, drive and self-respect to compete proudly and honorably? As far as I'm concerned we now live in a fractured WGWF split right down the middle. There's those who feel they need to drag this business down into the mud and then there's those who want to stand up and let true talent and skill speak for itself. This Intercontinental Championship is for the people who won't bend the knee to the fraudulent ones. This Intercontinental Championship will now serve as the top championship around here because the World and Smash titles are around the waist of the tainted and the complicit.
There's another mixture of cheers and boos from the live crowd.
MMS: A lot of people aren't going to like that but I speak the truth. Enigma can huff and puff all he wants but he made the decision to stand among them and help their ascent. Then he came to his senses a little too late.
ENIGMA IS COMPLICIT.
MMS: Cholo Santana should have been the standard bearer fighting the fight to save the show he represents. Cholo instead chose to stand by and do nothing and now he's the World Champion of a show that has less credibility than it ever has.
CHOLO IS COMPLICIT.
Max laughs and shakes his head. He then holds the championship belt in both of his hands towards the camera.
MMS:Get a good look at it. This is the championship new members will set their sights on. And once our work is complete, the tape can come off to once again reveal the company it represents after we exterminate all the vermin.
And you will all thank me.
We are in the back and we see people screaming and running away out of the room in front. There are a lot of loud crashes coming from inside the room. Nick Danger then comes out ramming Connor Mallory into the wall. More are getting away from them as Nick and Connor continue to fight with Connor trying to cover up. Nick punches away at Connor driving him back and Connor is retreating down the hall.
DERRICK DIAMOND: Nick and Connor are fighting in the back!
FLASH ROTTEN: Someone get security!
Nick chases after Connor and grabs him on the shoulder but Connor grabs a cup from the table and throws the liquid into Nick's face blinding him. Connor then tackles Nick and knocks him down, kicking at him. He grabs at Nick's ankle wanting to put it in an ankle lock but Nick kicks him away. Connor turns and shoves over a shelf in the hall and it falls forward, but Nick is able to roll away from it and it crashes down.
DERRICK DIAMOND:These two are trying to kill each other.
FLASH ROTTEN: Don't let them do it, they have to be stopped!
Connor shoves a guy out of the way and grabs a large pole off the ground. He turns and swings it but Nick tackles him to block it and takes Connor down. Nick gets on top hitting at Connor with Connor going to the eyes to escape. He gets up, with Nick still charging at him, but security arrives and gets between both of them trying to stop the fight.
DERRICK DIAMOND: Nick and Connor need to be separated and there is bad blood here.
FLASH ROTTEN: What will come next between them?
Nick tries to fight through security to get Connor but he is held back. Connor says he will stop but then he pushes past security to get in one more cheap shot. Nick roars after him bringing security with him to fight Connor as they are separated again.
[RECORDED YESTERDAY]
The camera shows CJ Phoenix sitting in the middle of an empty ring as the finishing touches of the stage are being set up. He stares at a briefcase that's laying in front of him. Although he doesn't say a word, his voice can be heard in the form of narration.
“I sat here after WarGames ended. I sat here for a long time, processing what had happened. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't frustrated with myself. In less than a year, I had proven myself to be a top tier talent here. I scored big wins over some of the biggest names. Still, it wasn't enough. Not for me. Because the main goal I'm pursuing continues to elude me.
I had to ask myself questions that my spirit already knew the answer to. What's next for CJ Phoenix? Is it over for me? Do I just give up on the goal I've been spending my career chasing? What happens then? The enemy wins. The doubt wins. Everything I fought so hard for would have been for nothing. Can I really walk away and live with that?
OF COURSE NOT!”
Phoenix reaches for the briefcase. The camera angle changes to where it's facing him while blocking the view of the inside of the briefcase as he opens it.
“I've passed the point of no return a long time ago. Giving up isn't an option. I HAVE to cross the finish line. I HAVE to win the World Title. I can see that window trying to close again as the light begins to fade. However, it's's not gonna close this time without me going through it. Even if I have to completely destroy it. This is my commitment. My dedication. My ambition.....”
His eyes slowly raise upward to look down the lens of the camera. Deep within the focused look on his face is a deep, almost trance-like darkness. The screen slowly starts to turn black and white.
“No matter what it takes.....I WILL succeed.....”
The color quickly returns and CJ smiles.
“I'm just too stubborn to be stopped forever. So it's only a matter of time before the world hears those magic words. ‘Here is your winner, and the NEW WGWF World Heavyweight Champion.....CJ PHOENIX!’ And then I'll finally be able to come out to this ring, in front of a thunderous ovation, and show the world what the personification of perseverance truly looks like.”
CJ looks down at the briefcase and slowly closes it as the camera fades to black.
MEMPHIS BELLE: The next contest is scheduled as a Submissions Match for the WGWF X-Division Championship!! Introducing first, the challenger…
Danza Kuduro hits and Hanari spins and dances his way out to the ramp in traditional latin Bachata style. He is carrying the flag of the Dominican Republic on a flag pole over his shoulder. He swings his hips and points at the ladies in the front row, winking and making the gun symbol with his thumb and index finger of his free hand.
MEMPHIS BELLE: Standing 6’5” and weighing 240 lbs, from Santo Domingo, DR, here is “HER DADDY, YOUR PAPI, HANARI CARNES!!
Carnes spins again and walks his way down to the ring with a cocky head swing and a million dollar smile. Climbing the ring steps he gets into the ring, getting on the top rope and waving the flag a few times before jumping down and preparing for the match.
DERRICK DIAMOND: Carnes nearly had Amber Mansley’s number the last time they faced, but the interference of Joe Montuori, and later Damage, led to their match getting thrown out.
FLASH ROTTEN: Yep, and that’s why The Fortunate Ones are banned from ringside for this one! Still, that shouldn’t stop Damage from running in again!
DERRICK DIAMOND: Damage is still out with a severe neck injury, Flash.
FLASH ROTTEN: Well, then, someone else should run in and attack Amber! Take the opportunity, people!
DERRICK DIAMOND: You really hate The Fortunate Ones now, don’t you, Flash?
FLASH ROTTEN: … They turned on me. ON ME!!!
MEMPHIS BELLE: His opponent…
“Break It Down” by Lil Debbie plays the venue’s interior surround systems. The audience immediately boos the young athlete coming out from the backstage area smiling at the hatred she receives. Amber stands center stage with her hands on her hips, the WGWF X-Division Title glistening around her waist, as she stares out to the audience before doing a slow twirl where a spotlight shines only on her, creating the illusion of a silhouette. Once she faces the audience again, she snaps her fingers, and the lights return to normal before strutting down to the ring like on a model’s runway.
MEMPHIS BELLE: Introducing on her way to the ring! Hailing from Boca Raton, Florida! At five feet, seven inches tall, weighing in at 143 pounds! She is “THE INFLUENCE” AMBER MANSLEY!
Amber stops before the apron facing the ring, then looks both ways at the fans at ringside booing her. She gently leans over the apron, shrugs her shoulders, and then kisses the camera. Amber holds onto the bottom rope with both hands before spinning herself into the ring, lying on the canvas in the center. The camera transitions to a sky-view with a single spotlight on her in the arena, and from the camera’s point of view, it looks like an artwork of Amber in a silhouette fashion. She gets back on her feet, snaps her finger to alert production to brighten the lights, and silences her music as she takes refuge in a corner, kicking her body up on the top rope to relax.
DERRICK DIAMOND: Mansley has had a wave of victories as of late, staying the X-Division Champion for 86 days so far, the longest reign in the championship’s history.
FLASH ROTTEN: Well, yeah, but only one other person held it, and Clyde vacated it.
DERRICK DIAMOND: Maybe so. But Mansley is still the longest reigning champion until someone surpasses her.
FLASH ROTTEN: Yet another reason to root for Hanari Carnes tonight.
The referee checks on both competitors, and then signals for the bell to ring.
DERRICK DIAMOND: So here we go! Submission rules, so someone has to tap out or pass out to lose!
FLASH ROTTEN: I’m so hoping for a tap out…
Carnes struts forward, smiling at Mansley, who waits in the corner. He raises his arms and looks around, pantomiming the lack of ‘friends’ around. He points at Mansley, saying that it’s just her and him here now, and that she’s going to get replaced in The Fortunate Ones when she gives up. She answers by darting forward, grabbing hold of Carnes’ outstretched arm and twisting him downwards into a Kimura Lock!!! The crowd is in shock, as Carnes is already fighting for his life, trying to get free of the dangerous maneuver!! The referee is right there, checking on him, as Mansley continues to work the leverage, trying to end this one early!
DERRICK DIAMOND: Carnes’ overconfidence got him right there!
FLASH ROTTEN: Hey, Amber is well-established as a submissions expert herself. Her Canceled Camel Clutch is legendary.
DERRICK DIAMOND: Hanari has to find a way out of this or else Mansley may have the quickest title defense ever!
After shifting his weight, Carnes manages to get himself turned over, fighting the hold. He pushes Mansley forward, sliding them both on the mat, until they are leaning through the ropes. Mansley still doesn’t let go, though, hanging on tightly, as the referee leans over them. Carnes continues the move forward, though, sending both falling off the apron to outside the ring! The hold’s finally broken, as Mansley has to pull away to get back to her feet. As Carnes rises, holding his hurting arm, Mansley comes in, grabbing for it again, only for Carnes to grab her with his good arm and launch Mansley hard into the side of the ring post!! Mansley falls over, holding her head, as Carnes uses the reprieve to regroup.
FLASH ROTTEN: That’ll leave a mark!
DERRICK DIAMOND: That post rang out like the Liberty Bell! What a strike!
The referee is just watching from inside the ring, as she knows that there are no countouts in a Submissions match. Outside, Carnes has grabbed hold of Mansley, whose head is probably still ringing from that strike against the post. He lifts her up, before delivering a falling front slam on the floor! Mansley rolls away, in agony, as Carnes gets back to his feet. He shakes his arm again, getting the blood flowing, before he grabs hold of Mansley’s legs and turns her around, applying a leglock cloverleaf submission!! Mansley’s in a lot of pain, yelling out, but Carnes just leans into it, wanting to get some revenge. He looks into the ring, glaring at the referee, who is just shouting at them to get back into the squared circle.
DERRICK DIAMOND: Carnes has got a cloverleaf applied, but submissions only count inside the ring!
FLASH ROTTEN: What a stupid rule. If Amber quits, she quits! It shouldn’t matter where!
DERRICK DIAMOND: This wasn’t made a Submissions Count Anywhere match, Flash. There’s a difference.
FLASH ROTTEN: Bah…
Carnes releases the hold, stepping over Mansley to get closer to the ring. He wants clarification, with the referee again saying that they have to be inside the ropes for it to count. Carnes looks annoyed by this rule, but he turns and goes back to get Mansley, pulling her up… and Mansley gets him with a low knee!!! Carnes doubles over, aching, with Mansley locking onto his head to deliver a twisting neckbreaker on the floor!! Carnes is down, with Mansley laying next to him, catching her breath. She has a pained smile on her face, though, from taking down her opponent. Slowly, she gets up, looking off at the announcer’s table. She makes her way over, as Flash gets to his feet.
FLASH ROTTEN: I, uh, I don’t want any trouble, Amber…
AMBER MANSLEY: Move, Rotten!
FLASH ROTTEN: Sure, of course, I…
Mansley pushes Flash out of the way, reaching around him to grab one of the folding chairs sitting behind him. She comes back towards Carnes, raising it over her head… and driving the flat end of the chair down into Carnes’ back!! Carnes groans, grabbing behind him, as Mansley brings it back again, smashing Carnes a second time!! Carnes rolls away, coughing and gasping, as Mansley tosses the chair away with a smirk.
DERRICK DIAMOND: Mansley is taking advantage of the No Disqualification rule in a Submissions match, as there’s nothing the referee can do! Are you okay, Flash?
FLASH ROTTEN: Who, me? I’m fine. Did you see how I stood up to her?
DERRICK DIAMOND: Uh-huh…
The referee can only watch as Mansley gets the hurting Carnes up and rolls him under the ropes back into the ring. Mansley follows, getting back in, and she immediately runs forward, delivering the “Ate And Left No Crumbs” (Curbstomp) on Carnes!! He’s down, with Mansley standing over him. Normally, she’d go for a pinfall at this point, but that won’t get her the victory. Instead, Mansley slaps his sides to get his arms up, then grabs hold, pulling back in a modified cross–armed surfboard stretch. Mansley continues to yank back, trying to crack Carnes’ back in a bad way, as the referee leans close to ask Carnes if he’s giving up. Carnes refuses, though, shaking his head back and forth.
Mansley cranks back one more time, adding to the pressure, but Carnes still won’t give up, annoying her. With a shove forward, Mansley releases the arms, crashing Carnes back into the canvas hard face-first! Mansley then stands over him, posing, saying that she’s the most deserving X-Division Champion in history. She turns and goes to the apron, positioning herself for It’s Giving Finisher (Springboard Forearm Smash), yelling for Carnes to get up. He stirs, starting to rise, as Mansley sets herself… and then she yells out, falling backwards after she’s hit in the back by Johnathan “The Beast” Cable!!! Mansley goes down on the outside, hurting, as Cable stands over her, holding a barbed-wire-wrapped axehandle!!
DERRICK DIAMOND: What the hell is John Cable doing out here??
FLASH ROTTEN: Hey, he’s not banned, that’s only The Fortunate Ones…
DERRICK DIAMOND: Yeah, but he’s not in this contest!
FLASH ROTTEN: Where TFO is concerned, John Cable is ALWAYS on the hunt, remember?
Cable raises up his weapon, preparing for a second shot on Mansley, but suddenly security is there, grabbing at him. Jonathan Barrows is there as well, ordering security to disarm him. It’s not easy, as Cable starts swinging away at those in his way, knocking them down, but soon the numbers manage to take over. Cable yells at Barrows, wanting to know what he’s doing working for Page, but Barrows just shakes his head, saying he has to protect his main event. They start dragging Cable away, with Barrows leading the way out.
FLASH ROTTEN: C’mon! Don’t do this, Barrows!
DERRICK DIAMOND: He’s just doing what’s right, Flash. This match should be one-on-one!
FLASH ROTTEN: The right thing is for the entire WGWF roster that’s NOT TFO should just attack!
Mansley is helped up by one security guard, angrily shoving him away. She looks very ticked off, wincing as she reaches for the ropes. As Mansley gets on the apron, though, Carnes is there to meet her, hitting her with a forearm shot that staggers her. Carnes then locks Mansley up and suplexes her up and back into the ring, slamming her down! Carnes then rolls over, immediately grabbing hold of Mansley and locking her into a crossface submission!! Mansley, suddenly in a lot of trouble, is kicking and clawing where she can, trying to get free. The referee is right there, monitoring the situation, as none of the last few minutes matter. It’s all about the submission.
DERRICK DIAMOND: This whole match has changed direction due to John Cable’s interference!
FLASH ROTTEN: And I say again, thank you, John Cable!
With Mansley refusing to tap, Carnes releases the crossface, getting himself up. He rubs the back of his head, looking down at Mansley, before calling for ¡Viva el dominicano! He waits as Mansley pulls herself up, then goes for the cross armbreaker, grabbing hold of Mansley’s arm!! But Mansley immediately throws herself to the side, towards the ropes, fighting to get free!! Carnes twists her around, starting to get the hold locked in, as Mansley wraps her legs around the bottom rope, pulling herself away. Carnes tries to bring her back, but Carnes is fighting with her other arm for all her might, in spite of the pain, and manages to drag herself out of the ring, forcing Carnes to release his grip so he doesn’t go out with her! Carnes smacks the mat in frustration as Mansley disappears from sight, dropping the outside!
FLASH ROTTEN: Damn it! Get Mansley back in there!
DERRICK DIAMOND: Because she didn’t tap, or because she’s now out here with us again?
FLASH ROTTEN: … Both!
Carnes sighs, shaking his head, before stepping out onto the apron and looking for Mansley. It takes him a few seconds, glancing in both directions. He finally sees her legs sticking out, as she’s partially under the ring. He goes after her, grabbing at her legs to drag her back out. The woman struggles to stay away from him, keeping her arms wrapped in front of her head protectively. Carnes, not caring, yanks her up and throws her into the ring, then follows behind her, glaring at her. He grabs her by the hair, yanking her up… and then stops, realizing that this ISN’T AMBER MANSLEY!!!
DERRICK DIAMOND: Who’s that??
FLASH ROTTEN: Is that her stunt double? What on earth??
Carnes, shocked, drops the lookalike, who quickly crawls away from him in terror. Confused, Carnes watches her go, before turning around… and the real Amber Mansley is there, bringing up the hairspray can she had in her hand!! She sprays it right into Carnes’ eyes in a gray cloud!!! Carnes staggers back, yelling out at the surprising pain, as he tries to clear his vision. But Mansley then lashes out, smashing the spray can across the side of Carnes’ head!! She connects a second time, and then a third!! Carnes falls to the side, as Mansley releases the can, letting it roll on the mat.
DERRICK DIAMOND: Oh my God!
FLASH ROTTEN: What the hell was that?? Security! Who forgot to check under the ring, for pete’s sake!! This is unbelievable!
Carnes looks out of it as he tries to rise, despite the hit he took. But Mansley has already taken up position outside the ring, and she adjusts the armpad she’s now got on her elbow. She then springs herself up, flying forward with the It’s Giving Finisher!! The shot connects hard, knocking Carnes down, with Mansley standing above him. She looks down at him with contempt, before going back to the ropes once more. Carnes barely can get up, holding his head, as Mansley leaps at him again, scoring a second It’s Giving Finisher!! Carnes isn’t moving, as Mansley grabs his legs and turns him over, putting him into Cancelled (Camel Clutch)!! Carnes isn’t moving, as the referee takes a look, then immediately waves this one off, giving the win to Mansley!!
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WINNER VIA REFEREE’S DECISION: AMBER MANSLEY:
Match Time: 18:57
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DERRICK DIAMOND: Mansley retains, due to that hairspray can!!
FLASH ROTTEN: I think that armband of hers had to be loaded too, did you see how hard it hit Carnes??
DERRICK DIAMOND: It’s possible. I wouldn’t put anything past The Fortunate Ones…
FLASH ROTTEN: Either way, in shocking fashion, Amber Mansley retains the title! Damn it!
Mansley rolls out of the ring, walking over and grabbing the X-Division Title. She looks over at the announce table.
FLASH ROTTEN: Way to go, Amber! Knew you had it in you!
Amber gives him a glare before moving back towards the ring.
DERRICK DIAMOND: Nice one, Flash.
FLASH ROTTEN: Shut up.
In the ring, Mansley raises up the X-Division Title, proud of herself. Behind her, though, a hurting, furious Carnes is getting to his feet. As Mansley turns, Hanari grabs her outstretched arm, working her around to get his signature Viva La Republic! arm bar applied once again!! Mansley is yelling out, trying to escape, but Hanari is cranking on the arm now, as if trying to break it off! The referee grabs at him, trying to pull him off, and Carnes finally releases the hold, getting up. But as he does so, a figure suddenly appears from the side...
SPEARRRRR!
As Hanari turned his attention to the side, he was blindsided by a spear out of nowhere. Chris Chaos had entered the ring and delivered a devastating spear that left Hanari writhing in pain. The crowd erupted in a mix of boos and gasps, shocked by the sudden attack.
DERRICK DIAMOND: SPEAR! OUT OF NOWHERE!
FLASH ROTTEN: THIS DUMB BASTARD! WHAT IS HE DOING?!
DERRICK DIAMOND: Since when can Chris Chaos be controlled?!
Chaos helped Amber to her feet, his presence a stark reminder of the lengths The Fortunate Ones were willing to go to ensure their dominance. Amber, clutching her injured arm, looked at Chaos with gratitude and determination. Hanari, meanwhile, struggled to his feet, clutching his ribs in agony.
Chaos, not content with just one spear, lined Hanari up for another. He charged forward, delivering a second bone-crushing spear that left Hanari motionless on the mat. The referee tries to warn Chaos off, but Chaos just grabs the referee and sends her flying out of the ring!! The atmosphere in the arena was chaotic, the fans buzzing with excitement and confusion after the dramatic conclusion of the match between Hanari Carnes and Amber Mansley.
Jonathan Barrows, the General Manager of SMASH, made his way once again down the ramp, his expression a mix of determination and frustration. The crowd's reaction was mixed; some cheered his arrival, hoping for clarity, while others booed, anticipating controversy. Barrows, dressed in a sharp suit, climbed into the ring with a microphone in hand, his presence commanding attention.
The Fortunate Ones, including their newest member Chris Chaos, stood in the ring with Amber, who was still nursing her injured arm.
Barrows raised the microphone to his lips, his voice cutting through the noise of the crowd.
JONATHAN BARROWS: I have a few announcements. First, Johnathan Cable has been escorted from the arena, after his actions in this one. I have no room for people disrupting my main event matches. Secondly, though, Chris Chaos, you have assaulted a man for no reason, plus all members of The Fortunate Ones were banned from this contest.
The crowd erupted in boos, expressing their disapproval of Chaos's actions. Chaos, standing beside Amber, smirked defiantly, unfazed by the crowd's reaction. Barrows pointed towards Chaos, his expression stern.
JONATHAN BARROWS: It would be remiss of me to punish Mr. Cable, yet allow you to go unscathed. I'm tempted to reverse the decision in this one, since I said no Fortunate Ones were allowed to interfere.
The crowd gives a cheer, wanting to see this happen and have a new X-Division Champion crowned. Amber, despite the pain evident in her face, stepped forward with a microphone of her own. Her voice, though wavering from the agony in her arm, was filled with determination and defiance.
AMBER MANSLEY: Jonathan Barrows! You might think you’ve got it all figured out, but you don’t. You claim that Chris Chaos’s interference broke the rules, but let me set the record straight.
Amber took a deep breath, wincing as she adjusted her grip on the microphone with her injured arm.
AMBER MANSLEY: Chris Chaos was only affiliated with The Fortunate Ones, not officially a member. Therefore, no rules were broken tonight!
The crowd erupted in a mix of cheers and boos, the arena alive with the energy of the unfolding drama. Barrows looked skeptical, his eyes narrowing as he considered Amber’s words.
AMBER MANSLEY: The X-Division Title is mine, and it's staying mine from now on! And to make things even clearer, I would like to introduce everyone to the newest official member of The Fortunate Ones, as of right now, Chris Chaos!
Chaos stepped forward, his presence commanding and intimidating. The crowd’s reaction was intense, with the addition of Chaos to The Fortunate Ones creating a ripple of excitement and apprehension throughout the arena.
DERRICK DIAMOND: That is an absolutely devastating addition to TFO...
FLASH ROTTEN: Good luck to anyone battling against them now, they just keep on getting stronger...
The lights shut down once again. The fans are looking around trying to see what is going on. Flashlights on the cell phones are all over the arena. People are afraid they are going to get pick pocketed and lose their wallet or cash. That’s what they get for living in a cesspool called Kansas City. While nothing is happening, the fans are really getting anxious.
DERRICK DIAMOND: I swear to god, if a Clown pops up out of nowhere, I'm going to slap him in the face like Will Smith did Chris Rock.
FLASH ROTTEN: I wish Will would come here and smack you in the mouth so you would just shut the hell up. If you had any brains, you know what is going on!
DERRICK DIAMOND: You need a salted pretzel or a churro Flash? You're getting grumpy? Maybe a Snickers?
FLASH ROTTEN: You realize that Betty White is tougher than you moron!
While Derrick and Flash battle it out on the air, some crazy stuff begins to happen.
NEON LASERS ARE SHOOTING ALL OVER THE ARENA!
CONFETTI IS FALLING FROM THE CEILING!
YOU BEGIN TO HEAR THE SOUNDS OF A DRUM AND GUITAR!
A SPOTLIGHT HITS THE ENTRANCE WAY AND SHOWS A BAND ALL SET UP!
This band is to the left of the entrance way while the right side of the entrance way is wide open. Wonder what happens next?
Fireworks, pyros, missiles and more begin to go off for a few minutes. A bill that Chris Page approved for an arriva of course because he is the boss. And after that few minutes, most people in attendance are either deaf or hear ringing in their ears. The smoke is pretty heavy, but that is not going to stop what happens next.
SKILLET IS ON STAGE!!!!!!!!
They begin to play the song FINISHLINE from their award winning album. As they belt out the song, the spotlight is sitting right on the center of the entrance way. SKILLET is killing it on the stage. The fans are singing along as well. You almost feel like you are at a concert right now.
Good evening, my people up in the chandeliers
The wining and dining, the menu is blood, sweat and tears
Everybody ready, raining down confetti
Champions are born right now
Ain't about the glamour, click goes the hammer
Run when you hear that sound
Heroes never die
Gonna make it to the finish line
We know we survive
Even if we crawl to the finish line
I won't believe it, underdog dreamin'
Don't need no cheers, world's gonna see it
Heroes never die
Gonna make it to the finish line
Their dreams just keep dripping out of their golden cups
I'm starting, I'm starving, leftovers ain't enough
Ain't about the royals, they do nothing for ya
All you got is you right now
Who is gonna falter? Who is gonna conquer?
Better never count me out
Heroes never die
Gonna make it to the finish line
We know we survive
Even if we crawl to the finish line
I won't believe it, underdog dreamin'
Don't need no cheers, world's gonna see it
Heroes never die
Gonna make it to the finish line
Gonna make, gonna make
Gonna make it to the finish line
Every day, every day
Gonna make it to the finish line
Gonna make, gonna make
Gonna make it to the finish line
Every day, every day
Gonna make it to the finish line
From the back appears none other than the owner of the WGWF, Chris Page with the Former World and Intercontinental Champion and leader of the winning team at War Games, J MONT! The fans change their tune real quick as the BOO’S are overtaking SKILLET on stage. You can barely hear the song right now. The fans are letting these 2 have it right now!.
BOO! BOO!
BOO! BOO!
BOO! BOO!
BOO! BOO!
J Mont is laughing like he is front row at the Tom Brady Roast. Chris Page is taking it all in and just smiling at what the fans are saying and doing. J Mont pats Page on the shoulder and tells him he loves this shit. Finally, Page and Mont make their way down the aisle. They are almost to the FINISH LINE which is the ring where they accomplished some big GOALS at War Games. Before Mont walks up the steps, he sees a few fans in the front giving him some words. Mont looks at them and smiles.
Then of course, J Mont gives them the double MIDDLE FINGER! Chris Page shakes his head in laughter as he walks up the steps. J Mont, follows him as they are both in the ring now. J Mont climbs the turnbuckle and does his usual pose that the ladies love and the men hate. Sorry that your wives want this footlong special but they will never get it. As Mont hops down off the turnbuckle, he sees Page standing in the middle of the ring with a mic. J Mont puts his arm around his old buddy as business is really about to pick up.
DERRICK DIAMOND: Almost looks like a CCPE reunion here. J Mont was one of the first members!
FLASH ROTTEN: I would love to see J Mont on his own one day and see what happens!
DERRICK DIAMOND: Are you still holding a grudge that you got kicked to the curb?
FLASH ROTTEN: I cost Mont his World Title, so I would have to say that I am the WINNER!
The boos ring out from all over T-Mobile Arena as Chris walks across the ring and calls for the microphone. Page is handed the mic and walks back to the center of the ring joining J Mont.
CHRIS PAGE: So… what do you wanna talk about?
Chris cracks a cocky grin drawing louder boos from the crowd.
CHRIS PAGE: Over the last two weeks my phone has been blowing up from a who’s who of professional wrestling all asking the same question, why?
Chris continues.
CHRIS PAGE: That one question sounds so simple yet the answer isn’t one that can be summed up in a few words. This goes back to November and December of last year when The Fortunate Ones became a thing. I sat back and watched as nobody in that locker room had the balls to stand up to the establishment and allowed J Mont to occupy Brawl and Smash, who allowed TFO to run amuck; the talent did nothing, and the GM’s did nothing. I knew then that this was going to work…
Chris points at J Mont.
CHRIS PAGE: J Mont knew that we had you all eating out of the palms of our hands when we opened up Last Chance back in January through Hell in a Cell at WrestleWars knowing that War Games our plan was going to be revealed.
Chris lowers his hand.
CHRIS PAGE: … and revealed it was. You see, while J Mont and TFO had all of your attention in the left hand you missed everything that I was doing with my right hand. Classic misdirection at its finest, and YOU sheep bought it. Hell, it was so good that we hooked TFO as well because the only people that knew THIS was a thing are the two people standing in this ring. Over the last seven months TFO has risen to the top of this company THANKS to J Mont and the hard work of Amber Mansley.
A “YOU SUCK” chant begins to echo throughout the arena catching Chris’s attention.
CHRIS PAGE: You can chant what you want to chant but it doesn’t take away that behind all of this there is but one ultimate puppet master, and you’re looking at ‘em.
Chris redirects to the hard camera.
CHRIS PAGE: When Devlin Knight was the only guy that even tried to step up to TFO I knew we had the perfect mark because that guy is the epitome of gullible in every sense of the word. I worked my way in and tore apart his inner circle from the inside without them knowing a fucking thing. Question, who do you think convinced Devlin that I should enter last? Hmmm? Oh yeah, that’s me. Who do you think put the bug in his ear that John Cable would be a perfect fit for his team knowing that John shits the bed between these ropes ANYTIME something important is on the line. Who do you think took out Lexi backstage at the event itself? That was me too. Who do you think put Knight and Stone in unwinnable situations as a team leading up to War Games itself? I mean, I am the guy that initializes all the shows.
J Mont nods a long in the background.
CHRIS PAGE: Max Stone wins the Intercontinental Title in a Four Way put in place for J Mont to lose because WE KNOW that sometimes you got to give a little if it means taking so much more.
”ASS HOLE” begins to be chanted loudly toward the ring.
CHRIS PAGE: The fact of the matter is J Mont and I have always seen eye to eye dating back to when I first met him. He was an integral part of being one of the founding members of CCPE as we skull fucked the industry for two years before quietly disbanding not because we had to but because the rest of the industry had fallen at our feet… much like all of you. And yeah, I’m an asshole, but I’m an asshole that has no problem in pointing out the harsh truths.
Chris then states.
CHRIS PAGE: John Cable, let’s talk about this fuckboy for just a moment because I find it nothing short of hysterical that this dude SUDDENLY gives a crap when J Mont has been making a mockery of you for six months. This dude truly believes in his heart of hearts that he is respected, that he is a valued member of this roster, that he has some sort of entitlement for being around a decade ago. Nah brah, you are a fool. A court jester that has danced to the beat of my drum. Consider your Lock Down crew’s services no longer needed, consider your investments into this company that you love to talk about yet nobody has seen anything from no longer needed, and if you want to continue playing this game of billy bad ass I’ll knock your dick in the dirt faster than MDK… BUT this time, I don’t have to do a job because I give zero fucks about helping the helpless! And if you think for one second that all of a sudden now that you have nothing going on that you’re going to jump straight into working with the golden goose of the WGWF…
Page points back at J Mont.
CHRIS PAGE: That’s him, by the way.
The boos are insane as Page lowers his left arm.
CHRIS PAGE: Nah dude, that’s not how this works. You refused to step up so now you get stepped on. It baffles my mind how everyone pitched a fit with TFO occupying so much television time when the truth is you should be looking at yourselves because EVERYONE had the same opportunity to do the same thing but you didn’t.. That sounds like a personal problem unlike Joe who not only took that time but HE alongside TFO drove the ratings without batting an eyelash by seizing the moment. You should be thanking J Mont and The Fortunate Ones for being entertaining.
J Mont pretends to wipe a tear from his left eye.
CHRIS PAGE: And now that the curtain has been pulled back and everyone is hip to what’s really going on…
Chris turns his attention toward J Mont.
CHRIS PAGE: We’ve got some business to tend to.
Chris Page hands the mic to J Mont as he walks over to the ropes. As he gets to the ropes, he leans down a little and is handed a Samsill Professional Leather Padfolio in black. J Mont notices this and doesn’t say a word just yet. Page then takes a few steps towards J Mont and hands him the Padfolio.
CHRIS PAGE: You earned this BROTHER!
J Mont takes the Padfolio and doesn’t even open it yet. He holds it up high in the sky like it's a Championship title. The fans are having none of this and the chants are getting ruthless.
FUCK YOU J MONT!
FUCK YOU CHRIS PAGE!
TFO SUCKS!
ASSHOLES!!!!!!!!!!!
J Mont and Page are laughing in the ring because these fans, deep down know they got played and the only way they know how to react is to use the childish jabs because they don't know what else to say. They got played. The WGWF got played. As the chants finally die down, J Mont looks at the Padfolio, but before he opens it up, he raises the mic up to his mouth.
J MONT: Everyone shut your fuckin mouths. The Golden Goose is speaking. The Savior of the WGWF is speaking. Your Hero is speaking. Might as well call me GOD because look at this body of mine and look at the chaos that myself and Chris Page have just caused not only to the WGWF, but the whole wrestling industry.
DERRICK DIAMOND: Everyone needs to pay attention to this right here.
FLASH ROTTEN: I still cannot believe what I am seeing in the ring. Page and J Mont. I'm guessing hell froze over and John Cable kissed a woman.
DERRICK DIAMOND: If you consider Lexi Fold a woman!
FLASH ROTTEN: I’ll take Lexi Fold right now. Shit, I'll take Paula Page.
J MONT: Everyone that fell for this, which is 99 percent of America, is a bunch of Morons. Or better yet, if you have an English degree, then you will understand that airhead, blockhead, bonehead, dingbat, dope, dummy, fool, loser, simpleton and idiot are just a few more words that are nouns for Moron. You all need to get smarter and pay attention to the little things. And we are not talking about Devlin’s mid-section here, or John Cable’s brain or Max Stone’s soon-to-be IC title run. While everyone was playing checkers and having fun and hoping that maybe TFO would just self implode and fall apart, that was never going to happen. You have 2 of the BEST chess players in the game working together which means that NO ONE else is going to win.
J Mont looks over to Page who smirks at the Chess comment.
J MONT: Right now, you are looking at the Power Shift in the WGWF. You are looking at the New Era. The Fortunate Ones and Chris Page are about to show you all how it's done. We've already been running roughshod over everyone on every single show, but now it's going to be even more fun with more power. Chris knows we got his back and he has ours. Chris knows that we are about to make him even more money. And speaking of MONEY, maybe it's time to talk about this Padfolio in my hand before I get sidetracked talking about how great we are.
J Mont opens the Padfolio and his eyes light up. He looks over to Page who nods his head. J Mont looks speechless in the face and his eyes might even drop a tear in a minute.
FLASH ROTTEN: What games are these 2 playing here?
DERRICK DIAMOND: I wanna learn how to place chess too!
J MONT: Ummmmm….WOW!!!!!! I don’t know what to say. I never saw this coming and didn’t think it would ever happen.
J Mont then turns from a shocked version to one that just starts to break down in laughter OUTTA NOWHERE.
J MONT: You gullible assholes. This was also planned and as Chris said earlier, it's all about timing and tonight is the perfect time for this announcement. The first of many.
J Mont points to the roof of the T Mobile Center.
J MONT: Now, let’s make it RAIN!
On that note, you start to see thousands and thousands and thousands of 100 dollar bills falling from the ceiling. The fans are now on the side of J Mont it seems because it looks like he is helping the community of Kansas City here. Light bills and water bills will be paid. Cars won't be repoed now. More Mahomes jerseys can be bought. But, all those thoughts just went up in flames like the offices of Barrows and Daniels.
FLASH ROTTEN: Look at this shit. 100 dollar bills with the face of J MONT on them.
DERRICK DIAMOND: Collector’s item. I am going to keep a few of these.
The fans' faces turn sad, upset and pissed off after they find out none of this is real. But what does it mean as the fans really start to Boo J Mont and Page.
J MONT: Settle down. You really think my name is Joe Biden and I throw money around to the less fortunate? Hell NO! I know where I am and I'm in Kansas City. The home of one of the highest crime rates in America. You all should be ashamed of yourselves, but there is one person in the building tonight that is getting paid. And his name is not Patrick Mahomes or Travis Kelce.
The chants of we want TAYLOR SWIFT start to go through the arena.
J MONT: Not even Taylor can match what is about to happen. What I hold right here in my hands is an IRON-CLAD contract for the WGWF. Hopefully, Jack Daniels aka Scotch and Jonathan Barrows aka Holden a Fart understand that this is something they never could accomplish because they don't know how to negotiate. I was their GOLDEN TICKET and they blew it. But, Chris Page knew all along what he was doing and was just waiting for the right time to hand me an IRON-CLAD contract, making me the highest-paid wrestler on the roster. And, if Dumb and Dumber thinks they can pay someone more than me, then read the fine print because once someone makes more than me, my salary goes above them no matter what. FINE PRINT! I love it! And another great thing is that they CANNOT FINE or SUSPEND ME without approval from Chris Page. Talk about a slap to their FACES. And finally, in this contract, I get to decide when I grace your presence in that wrestling ring. If I don't wanna wrestle, I don't have to. If they book me, they will get FINED! Man, life is GOOD! You can call this an IRON CLAD Contract with a dose of a GODSHIP Contract!
J Mont signs the contract and closes the Padfolio. Once again, holding it up high in the air for the fans to throw up in their mouths. They now know they are stuck with J Mont for a very long time. J Mont brings the Padfolio down and hands it to Chris Page to make things official.
DERRICK DIAMOND: WOW, this is like Ohtani signing with the Dodgers. This is HUGE!
FLASH ROTTEN: This is not a good sign for the WGWF and the General Managers. I experienced firsthand just how crazy and sadistic J Mont is. Now, being on the same page as Chris Page again, I fear for a lot of people.
J MONT: Now, Chris, can you please tell these MORONS in attendance and the dumb-ass General Managers in the back how they missed the boat and didn't do their job?
J Mont hands the mic back over to Chris Page.
CHRIS PAGE: I’m not going to lower my level of intelligence in a feeble attempt to get these dumbfucks to comprehend, but what I will touch on is that I have the utmost faith in Jonathan Barrows and Scotch as General Managers and I will not interfere in their decisions unless it is warranted. I want to make it clear that J Mont and TFO are still held to the standards and practices that everyone else is held to so please, stop your whining and crying about it.
Nothing but boos echo throughout the arena.
CHRIS PAGE: Our next order of business, seeing as J Mont successfully won War Games for his team…
Chris turns and winks at Mont.
CHRIS PAGE: That is something that should be celebrated, it should be rewarded, and dare I say that it should be something that puts a certain someone in title contention.
Chris turns and faces J Mont.
CHRIS PAGE: Summer Madness is right around the corner, and correct me if I’m wrong, but didn’t you win the World Title at that very event just a year ago?
J Mont nods his head.
CHRIS PAGE: I’m going to put the ball in YOUR court by allowing you the opportunity to challenge for ANY title you want to challenge for… the catch is that you must make that decision here… and now.
Page hands the mic over to J Mont as he knows business is about to pick up. J Mont begins to pace around the ring because this is a big decision here. One that could change the landscape of the WGWF. The fans are still BOOING but are on their feet because they want to hear the decision that J Mont is about to make. J Mont stops in the center of the ring and looks over at Page.
J MONT: A title shot that is well earned if i may say so myself. But I want to thank the family as well for helping make this happen. A shout out to Jenny Myst, Chris Chaos, Clyde Newton and my right hand woman, Amber Mansley. We helped take out the trash and make a statement. Now, it's time to make another statement. Do I find a partner and take down Toxic for the tag team titles? As much as me and Cholo want to form the ODD COUPLE and take those belts, we both have bigger fish to fry. Do I wanna get bloody and get revenge and take down Corey Bull and get the bloodbath title? He’s not worth my time right now. And speaking of revenge, do I put Grado in another Sharpshooter and sing him some Madonna and take his TV title? Not yet, but his time will come. Do I get my rematch with Max Stone for the IC title that I SACRIFICED in this overall big plan? You will see me soon Max! Or should i just shock the world AGAIN and turn my back on Amber Mansley and go for the X division title and show her the few things left that i didn't teach her? You guys are crazy, I will always have Amber’s back and never do anything to jeopardize her career. That leaves Both World Titles. And as much as the Wrestling Industry and you IDIOT fans would love to see it, i will NEVER battle my boy CHOLO for his World Title. That’s family and I will always have his back and support him.
DERRICK DIAMOND: Are we about to see the match that has been talked about for almost a year now?
FLASH ROTTEN: I mean, they both been wanting in and this is the best opportunity for it to happen.
The fans are starting a YOU CAN’T WIN chant that is echoing throughout the arena.
J MONT: You guys can’t win without Patrick Mahomes either so shut the fuck up and listen carefully to what i am about to say.
J Mont walks over to the camera as he looks directly into it. Eyes wide open with that sinister sadistic grin on his face.
J MONT: You knocked my COUSIN down ENIGMA, why don’t you try knocking me down now BITCH! That’s right. The match that everyone has been itching to see. The match I have wanted. The match you have been dodging. I am using my TITLE SHOT for Summer Madness on the Smash World Title. Mark it down on your calendars. This is a MUST SEE. I bet after this announcement that tickets have SOLD OUT already. You are looking at the Main Event for Summer Madness.
J MONT VS. ENIGMA III
SMASH WORLD TITLE
J MONT: You got lucky 2 years ago in the PWE when you caught me off guard in a match. But, don’t forget the last time we squared off. The match didn’t even start because we brawled all over the arena and they called a Double DQ. All that did was fire me up for another chance with you and I have it now. You cannot run or hide like you have been. I have a score to settle with you and Summer Madness is our date. Make sure your children aren't watching either. I don't want to break their heart when I SMASH your face in and take your SMASH World Title from you either.
The fans are starting an ENIGMA CHANT!
ENIGMA! ENIGMA! ENIGMA! ENIGMA! ENIGMA! ENIGMA! ENIGMA! ENIGMA!
ENIGMA! ENIGMA! ENIGMA! ENIGMA! ENIGMA! ENIGMA! ENIGMA! ENIGMA!
ENIGMA! ENIGMA! ENIGMA! ENIGMA! ENIGMA! ENIGMA! ENIGMA! ENIGMA!
ENIGMA! ENIGMA! ENIGMA! ENIGMA! ENIGMA! ENIGMA! ENIGMA! ENIGMA!
ENIGMA! ENIGMA! ENIGMA! ENIGMA! ENIGMA! ENIGMA! ENIGMA! ENIGMA!
J Mont is laughing at the fans as he looks at Page who shrugs his shoulders and laughs as well. Now backing away from the camera, J Mont is back at the center of the ring.
J MONT: Chant his name all you want. Come Summer Madness, the only thing that is going to matter and be said is.
AND YOUR NEW SMASH WORLD CHAMPION “TWIZTED THOUGHTZ” JOE MONTUORI!
J MONT: So now you all can shut the fuck up and kiss my ass. I want to see if my boy Page has anything else to say before I drop one more big announcement about the next Monday Night SMASH.
J Mont hands the mic back to Page and gives him a fist bump which is followed by double middle fingers for all the fans in attendance.
DERRICK DIAMOND: This is HUGE. J Mont/Enigma III at Summer Madness. I know every other promotion is jealous of us now.
FLASH ROTTEN: Something is not sitting right with me. There is more to this that they are not telling us.
DERRICK DIAMOND: J Mont wants revenge on Enigma for a laundry list of stuff. He has the receipts too.
FLASH ROTTEN: When it comes to J Mont and Page together, there is always another move.
CHRIS PAGE: Summer Madness is certainly heating up because now we will officially see J MONT challenging ENIGMA for the SMASH Championship, and we all know that I’ve ACCEPTED the challenge of Ragnarok to send him packing… but what about the WGWF World Heavyweight Championship?
J Mont looks over at Page, signaling for the microphone before he can make an announcement about the World Championship. Page hands it over to J Mont out of curiosity of what else he has to say.
J MONT: Thanks brother. Didn’t mean to cut you off but I wanted to get this last piece of business off my chest before you make your big announcement. The next Monday Smash is going to be a special one for the ages. No, you will not see J Mont in the ring because I get to say when I wrestle and I have bigger things to handle. And that is The Fortunate Ones Celebration Party for the War Games victory. We will be opening the show with a big celebration reminding people what we did to Team Devlin as well as all the winners will be getting a special gift from me personally for all their hard work and dedication.
The fans do not like this one bit. Chris Page is in the ring nodding his head at the announcement.
FLASH ROTTEN: Do we really have to spend the first hour of the show with The Fortunate Ones AGAIN?
DERRICK DIAMOND: Whatever is best for ratings and that is The Fortunate Ones right now.
J MONT: You fans can all kiss my ass because the power has totally shifted into The Fortunate Ones favor. I cannot wait to see the faces of Jenny Myst, Chris Chaos, Clyde Newton, Amber Mansley and Chris Page when I surprise them with a gift from the heart.
Page looks at J Mont with a shocked, but thankful look on his face. He was not expecting that comment to come out of the mouth of J Mont.
J MONT: That’s right, Page. You are getting something too. This was a plan executed perfectly. These bozo’s in the back are so gullible and a bunch of bitches. But, let’s not get side tracked. Not only are we having a celebration with the winning team, also in attendance will be my beautiful wife Mia, my lovely daughter Gia, my cousin Giuseppe, my cousin Rocco, The Honorary Ambey Doll, possibly Candice Page pending her busy schedule and the newest arrivals to the WGWF. Baby Mont with Wu Hon Mont and Heather Harland. The family keeps growing and even when you are not here with us fighting the battle, you have in the past and you will always be one of my best friends. And i see all your faces like who the fuck is J Mont talking about.
The fans are chanting NO ONE CARES! J Mont shrugs off the chanting because his next name is going to shock a lot of people.
J MONT: As part of the celebration, we will also be having our first ever Fortunate One Hall of Fame Inductee. The most Vile and sadistic woman to step foot in the WGWF. She made the TV title what it is today and Honorary Myst continued that trend. If you haven’t figured it out now, you are just a stupid fuckin moron that should walk outside the arena, and let a Ford Escape Uber hit you. The first ever inductee into The Fortunate Ones Hall of Fame is none other than one of my best friends in the whole world.
SONYA BENSON!!!!!!
FLASH ROTTEN: Sonya is back? NO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
DERRICK DIAMOND: I think she’s here for the night to get her Hall of Fame Award.
FLASH ROTTEN: Is that even a real honor?
DERRICK DIAMOND: I am sure there will be more as time goes on. Are you jealous that you weren't the first one to get in?
FLASH ROTTEN: They need me, I didn't need them.
The fans are in shock as the name Sonya Benson hasn't been throwing around in a while. And she will be here next Smash to be inducted into the Hall of fame for The Fortunate Ones.
J MONT: So there you have it. Opening up the show next Smash is The Fortunate Ones Celebration with Gifts and the induction of Sonya Benson into the Hall of Fame. And once all the fun and games are over, I will make sure before the night is over that Enigma is my BITCH!
J Mont hands the mic back over to Chris Page as he is laughing and enjoying all of this.
CHRIS PAGE: Where was I going? Oh yeah, Summer Madness and the WGWF World Heavyweight Championship. Since you’ve claimed Engima that leaves Cholo; another handpicked talent dating back to the inaugural Cannbis Cup that left jaws dropped pulling off six shows in three days.
Chris then states.
CHRIS PAGE: Most places can barely get six shows together nowadays without pulling resources let alone six in three.
Chris winks at the camera.
CHRIS PAGE: I want to shake things up a little bit. I’ve decided that Cholo is going to defend the Heavyweight Championship in a FATAL FOUR WAY match!
The crowd is stunned with the match announcement.
CHRIS PAGE: The question then becomes who do we put in the mix to challenge for the title? I mean, the way I see it is if there are three open slots and I have Barrows and Scotch running around in the back that I’d make a third. I’m going to allow Barrows and Kahula to each pick anyone CURRENTLY on the roster to fill two of those voids- in two weeks right here on Monday Night Smash Rum will announce his participant and in four weeks Barrows will announce his participant.
Chris pauses as he looks intently into the hard camera which pulls a close up.
CHRIS PAGE: Which leaves me to announce mine… right now.
Chris continues.
CHRIS PAGE: I’ve been watching everyone from a distance, and while I can think of several deserving talents on the Roster there is one who shines just a little brighter than the rest; in my opinion. I’m selecting JENNY MYST as one of the challengers for the WGWF Heavyweight Championship!
Camera pans back getting a full shot of the ring as Chris turns toward J Mont.
CHRIS PAGE: I think that sums it all up, so uh… yeah.
Chris drops the microphone as we see Page and J Mont shake hands before Chris raises J Mont’s right arm up in the air to boos from the crowd.
DERRICK DIAMOND: This is insane! Summer Madness is going to see Cholo defending the World TItle against Jenny Myst and two other opponents, each being named by the General Managers! We’re seeing J Mont and Enigma finally colliding for the Smash Championship, and Chris Page vs Ragnarok as established matches just from this visit by the boss.
FLASH ROTTEN: There is only one shot caller in the WGWF, and his name is Chris Page. I still can’t believe what we are witness. Damn you Chris Page, you can rot in in hell.
Monday Night Smash fades.
Thanks to the following match-writers:
Jonathan Barrows
Cholo
Jack Daniels
Ezra Gideon
Chris Page
Thanks to the following segment-writers:
Corey Bull
John Cable
Cholo
Ezra Gideon
Edward Grado
McConnaigh Brothers
Joe Montuori
Jenny Myst
Chris Page
CJ Phoenix
Pogo
Maxwell Mason Stone
Jetta Tall-Tide
The Wild Bunch
Thanks to the following graphics artists:
Cholo
Chris Page
Jonathan Barrows
Cholo
Jack Daniels
Ezra Gideon
Chris Page
Thanks to the following segment-writers:
Corey Bull
John Cable
Cholo
Ezra Gideon
Edward Grado
McConnaigh Brothers
Joe Montuori
Jenny Myst
Chris Page
CJ Phoenix
Pogo
Maxwell Mason Stone
Jetta Tall-Tide
The Wild Bunch
Thanks to the following graphics artists:
Cholo
Chris Page