Post by Nick Ryan on Feb 28, 2011 14:46:27 GMT -5
The camera opens up backstage in the office of Matt Hopkins. He's an important man, and people know him. There are many leather bound books on the shelves, and one would have to assume that the entire office smells of rich mahogany. There are two plush arm chairs sitting on opposite sides of the desk. In one, of course, rests Matt Hopkins, and the camera slowly wheels around to reveal who sits in the other... and we see the current reigning Television Champion, Dean James conversing with the boss.
Dean James: What do you mean the Television Title is on the line?
Matt Hopkins: You know I love changing things up, Dean, if for no other reason than to keep you guys on your toes. Tonight, you'll be defending the Television Championship against James Raven. Do you have a problem with that?
Dean James: You could have given me a bit more notice.
Matt Hopkins: A champion should be prepared to compete under any situation, at any time
Dean clenches his jaw, staring blankly at Hopkins as if waiting for the punchline any minute. His gaze is gold and calculating, but finally he leans forward with an inquisitive grin on his face like a cat playing with a mouse.
Dean James: And what if I refuse to defend my Championship tonight?
Matt Hopkins: If you back out of tonight’s match I’ll strip you of the Television Championship right here and right now.
The crowd cheers whilst watching on the jumbo-tron. A small chant of "Iceman Sucks!" breaks out amongst the fans, but Dean James seems surprisingly calm considering what Matt Hopkins has just said. He continues to grin and shrugs his shoulders at Matt, leaning back in his chair again.
Dean James: Well, I guess I can’t be the one to back out then, can I?
Dean rests comfortably in the seat while Hopkins looks at him, a sense of impending danger sweeping over him. Before he can say or do anything else, he looks at his watch and then at the television monitor on his desk, and he sees that the show has gone live.
Hopkins: Shit, I need to get out there and make an announcement.
He stands hurriedly, tucking some paperwork into his desk and straightening his tie before heading for the office door. He pauses for a moment, and turns back to Dean with skepticism in his eyes.
Hopkins: Don't do anything stupid, Dean.
He makes his way out, shutting the door behind him as he rushes to the stage to address the fans. The camera returns to the chair, slowly settling on Dean James' face, plastered with an arrogant grin as the shot fades out.
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Diamond: Ladies and gentlemen... WELCOME TO BRAWL!
The camera comes up suddenly on the WGWF ring as a massive pyrotechnic display goes off on the stage, and the fans here in Manchester go absolutely wild in the stands. They wave signs, trying to be noticed by the cameras during the shows intro and a slight few of them are.
"MURDER! DEATH! KILL!"
"The second longest reigning (former) champion!"
"Stay Frosty!"
"Shut up, Gilmour! The Fans Will... BE DONE!"
Eventually, the smoke clears and the music fades off of the speakers and the camera comes to a rest on the announcer team of Flash Rotten and Derrick Diamond. Derrick grins widely into the camera while Flash plays absently with a paddle ball, possibly unaware that the show has even started as Diamond welcomes us in.
Diamond: Hello WGWF Universe, and welcome to Manchester, England! I'm Derrick Diamond, and alongside me my esteemed colleague, Flash Rotten!
Flash: ...
Diamond: Alright, then. If you watch only one Brawl this month, heading into Deadly Games, make sure this is the one as our two top champions may walk into the pay per view without their belts!
Flash misses the ball with the paddle and drops it to the desk in frustration, looking into the lens with disdain.
Flash: Don't judge me... my record is a hundred on that thing.
Diamond: That's great Flash, but what do you have to add regarding the show?
Flash: If you watch only one Brawl this month, heading into Deadly Games, make sure this is the one as our two top champions-
Diamond: I already said that.
Flash: I know, it was my clever way of saying "I have nothing to add, Derrick".
The shot of the two long time partners fades off the screen and is quickly replaced by a graphic for the tag team title tournament, showing the bracket that already has two teams crossed off of it.
Diamond: We have the final two first round tag matches, pitting Gary and Primetime against Heat and The Sentinel, and then Andre Dixon and his mystery partner will take on Fire and RJ Palmer!
The Manchester fans pop loudly at the mention of the "mystery partner", and Flash rolls his eyes.
Rotten: I think the cat's out of the bag, Derrick...
Derrick: We've also got Raven and Dean James going one on one-
Rotten: Yawn.
Derrick: A six man battle royal for the Television title contendership-
Rotten: Boring.
Diamond: And of course as previously mentioned, both the Intercontinental and World titles will be defended here tonight as-
Derrick is cut off as suddenly "Back in Black" by ACDC begins to play and Matt Hopkins makes his way to the ring, the camera quickly cutting to follow him as the fans cheer their owner politely.
Rotten: What is he doing out here to kick off the show? Maybe trying to think of more ways for Chronic Chris Page to lose the belt? He won't, but hey, Matt can try...
Diamond: Do you pay to be apart of CCP's fan club? Or does you kissing his ass weekly cover the dues?
Flash ignores Diamond as Matt gets into the ring and lifts his hand, motioning to cut his music. Slowly, he raises his microphone and begins to speak.
Hopkins: Ladies and gentlemen, I come before you tonight with some bad news regarding our show. Unfortunately the World Heavyweight Title will not be defended here tonight in England.
The crowd begins to boo loudly, but they give up quickly and allow him to continue.
Hopkins: I'm sorry to say, but Chronic Chris Page's flight over here to England was forced to land due to what I am being told was severe mechanical equipment malfunction. With that being said, and with great apology to those of you who came here to see Page and Hunter... I am forced to strip him of his World Heavyweight Title.
The majority of the crowd roars loudly at this announcement, but the pockets of Genesis fans throughout the crowd are infuriated.
Hopkins: Now, Hunter will not be getting the title due to the forfeiture. I want anyone who holds this prestigious belt to earn that privelege... Instead in a few short weeks we will have the Number One and Number Two contenders battle for the title. That match will take place at our next pay per view, "Deadly Games". Now those two men will be none other than..... NICK AND HUNTER RYAN!!
The crowd explodes with the loudest pop of the young night, and brings a smile to Matt's face.
Hopkins: Now we still have a great show for you tonight, highlighted of course by the final two matches in the Tag Title tournament and your hometown hero of sorts, Jocelyn Camden. So without further ado lets kick this thing off!
Just then, Adam Barker barges his way onto the top of the ramp, interrupting with fire burning in his eyes as he makes his way to ringside.
Barker: What do you think your doing Matt? You know damn well Chris's plane had to have an emergency landing. That's no reason to strip him. And you can't strip him of the title without my say so! I'm part owner too, damn it.
He reaches the apron and quickly gets into the ring with Matt.
Barker: So we will have the match we had planned, but next week instead-
Hopkins: Stop right there Adam. That's not going to happen.
Matt pulls a piece of paper out of his pocket and holds it up in the air.
Hopkins: This is the contract that Chronic Chris Page signed. It states clearly that if he is unable for any reason to defend his title this week he would be forced to relinquish it to me the following week.
Adam looks visibly upset but has no way to counter as his mouth hangs open like a fish. Finally, he regain his composure and fires back.
Barker: You know this isn't going to fly with the champ, Matt.
Hopkins: Maybe it won't fly with Page, but he's not the champ... the writing is on the contract... along with his signature. To top things off, since you want to be such a dick about it, he's also pulled from the tag team tournament! Frost, if you're watching, you have 24 hours to choose a new partner for yourself.
Adam stares at Matt incredulously.
Barker: THAT'S BULL SHIT, HOPKINS!
Hopkins: No... thats the rules.
Adam fumes silently for a moment, but quickly goes back on the attack in defense of Chris Page.
Barker: Forget the tag titles for a minute... you know since he will be the former world champion he does get an automatic rematch, right?
Hopkins: That's true... but it won't be at Deadly Games. That night belongs to The Ryan Brothers. Now, if we're done here I have better things to do.
Barker: Oh we're far from done Matt. I'll let the champ finish this himself.
Adam tosses the mic down and exits the ring. Matt Hopkins waits a moment then follows Barker up the ramp and backstage as the camera returns to the announce table.
Diamond: Well- Well, I... Uhhh... Maybe... I guess we- Screw it, Welcome to Monday Night Brawl!
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Match 1:
Peter Gilmour vs Marcus Enderton vs Alex "The Venom Bomb" vs Brooke Sawyer vs Nathan Lucas vs Ron Chesnut
- - Battle Royal for #1 Contendership to the Television Title - -
Peter Gilmour vs Marcus Enderton vs Alex "The Venom Bomb" vs Brooke Sawyer vs Nathan Lucas vs Ron Chesnut
- - Battle Royal for #1 Contendership to the Television Title - -
Donald Masters: The following contest is your six person OVER THE TOP ROPE BATTLE ROAYL!!!!!
The fans pop
Donald Masters: The only way to win this match is to throw your opponents over the top rope with both feet hitting the floor. The winner of this match will receive a WGWF T.V. title shot at DEADLY GAME!!!!
Another loud pop, this one bigger than the one before it.
Donald Masters: Currently in the ring MARCUS ENDERTON, ALEX “THE VENOM BOMB”, BROOKE SAWYER and making his way to the ring from San Diego California…RON CHESTNUT!!!!!
Fans pop with Chestnut making it down into the ring and posing on a turnbuckle or two.
Diamond: Well there is a man…a report who claims to have a one on one interview with the Intercontinental champion Jocelyn Camden later tonight.
Donald Master: Introducing competitor number five, he hails from Los Angeles California…..PETER GILMOUR!
Fans boo as the lights in the arena dim, then go to full black. We then see red strobe lights going around the arena and then come to the entranceway where a big explosion of fire hits as "Daddy's Fallen Angel" by In This Moment begins to play. After the initial guitar riff, we then hear a loud scream from the lead singer as Rose Smith comes out wearing a very sexy red halter top with black pants. She gives the crowd a sadistic wink of her eye and then we see Peter Gilmour come out in a black vest and black tights with PBK on the sides. Peter grabs Rose's hand and they make their way to the ring. They get in normally and then both get into the center of the ring and flash the "X" symbol as fire emits from the turnbuckles. They then pose for the audience as they wait for Peter's next opponent to come out.
Donald Masters: And finally introducing, he hails from Chicago Illinois….NATHAN LUCAS!!!!
The fans are louder than the entrance music as Lucas quickly sprints down into the ring as the bell is rung.
DING! DING! DING!
All six WGWF stars begin to brawl as its absolute craziness in the ring with all six wrestlers paring off. Lucas pounds The Venom Bomb into the ropes; Gilmore backs Marcus into a corner with a nasty chop block while Ron invites Brook over to his side of the ring. As if on cue Lucas throws Venom over the top rope while Gilmore drop kicks Marcus up and over and Ron takes Brook’s hand before grabbing the back of her head and throwing her over the top rope as well. Leaving the Manchester crowd in a frenzy of three back to back eliminations all at the same time!!!!
Eliminated:
Marcus Enderton/Alex "The Venom Bomb"/Brooke Sawyer
Diamond: I DON’T BELIEVE IT…..THREE….THREE RECORD SETTING ELMINATIONS JUST LIKE THAT.
Rotten: Good bye Marcus, Venom and Brook….now from six in a matter of seconds were down to three.
Fans are spilt as Nathan, Ron & Peter all turn around to face there other. Each man steps back into a corner trying to see who’s going to make the first move. Second pass before Ron steps into the center of the ring looking at both Peter & Nathan and like acting like a ref shouting “Boys…GET IT ON” Obviously neither man steps forward expect a quick nod between Peter & Gilmore results in a high-low take down to Ron Chestnut in the center of the ring. Peter steps back as Lucas quickly mounts the WGWF’s “newest” interviewer and unloads with rights & lefts directly to Ron’s face. Quickly Chestnut is brought up and sent into the ropes as Nathan lowers his head too early as Ron puts on the breaks and lands a nasty DDT. Getting back up Ron is sent straight into the mat via a wicked close line via Gilmore; Peter then goes to work stomping the back of Chestnut.
Diamond: Early on it seems Ron Chestnut is the man with the target on his back as both Lucas and Gilmore targeting their attension there.
Rotten: It’s smart Derrick, hell Ron is the only guy with a win do you really want him to win a championship to?
Nathan finally gets back to his feet as he nods over at Peter who lifts Chestnut back up as they both look to send Ron out of the ring but Chestnut puts on the breaks with an elbow to the mouth of Gilmore while Nathan’s own momentum almost carries him over the top rope. Now Gilmore & Chestnut trade rights and lefts with Nathan landing a chop block behind sending Ron back to the canvas. Nathan waves off Gilmore for a moment as he goes to work stomping away at Ron’s right leg before sitting back and locking in a single leg bar. Chestnut tries to find a way out but can’t, so using his left leg he screams “Get off of me you grease monkey” and kicks Nathan straight in the jaw breaking the hold. But Gilmore again takes the upper hand as he drops a knee to the face of Ron.
Rotten: The only question we have here Derrick is when not if Chestnut will be the fourth man removed from this contest.
Ron is up to one leg as Gilmore attempts to throw Ron over the top; Lucas is back as he joins Peter with almost Ron’s upper body over the top rope. We Ron yelling “ It’s not over San Diego” and with that Ron and his one good leg manage to low blow Gilmore as he stumbles back and knocks Nathan down with him as Ron slides back into the ring. Pissed off Nathan stands up Gilmore and push are him and Peter does the same and even adds in a slap for good measures. This only angers Lucas as Peter is laid out with a high knee to his jaw, now the crowd cheers with Nathan going to town on Gilmore with rights & lefts but Gilmore responses with a thumb to the eye drawing heat from the crowd. Gilmore to his feet backs Nathan into the ropes and whips him hard into a corner and follows up with a huge vertical release suplex. Gilmore then quickly looks to dump Nathan out of the ring and gets close but the MMA star begins to fight back as he reaches over and with Gilmore’s own hair lifts him over the top rope as both men now stand on the ring apron and trade punches.
Diamond: Well consider team Gilmore and Lucas officially over but this is dangerous here Flash. One slight slip and it could spell disaster for one or even both men.
Rotten: That’s why anything can happen in a battle royal….LIKE A DOUBLE ELMINATION!!!!!
Fans pop huge as Ron Chestnut looks for a double close line but Nathan & Peter ducks their heads and pull down the top rope as Ron goes sailing over but hangs on with both hands on the top rope ala Shawn Michaels in 1995. With Lucas & Gilmore back in the ring Nathan sends Gilmore into a corner and begins to unload with rights & lefts while Ron still hangs for the top rope on the outside. Nathan brings Gilmore out and explodes with an under hook throw sending Gilmore across the ring. Nathan follows up with a kick to the back of Peter’s heads before throwing him over the top rope but Peter rolls back under and low blows Nathan before throwing him shoulder first into the ring post. Fans boo as Peter looks over and see’s Ron still struggling to get back in the ring. Grinning ear to ear Peter skips over and bites the left hand of Ron Chestnut as Ron lets go with only one hand holding him up. Peter licks his lips as he moves in to bite the right hand but from behind Nathan Lucas spins Peter around and kicks him in the gut while a recovered Ron Chestnut grabs Peter from behind and lands a reverse hot shot neck breaker as Peter’s neck springs off the rope as he falls face first on the mat.
Diamond: What a match all for a shot at Dean James and TV Title in three weeks at Deadly Game…OH RON WATCH OUT!!!!
Lucas see’s Ron as he backs up looking for a running spear but Ron side steps and half of Nathan Lucas hangs off the ropes. Fans cheer as Ron backs up and lands a leg drop on the apron as Nathan is forced to place his hands on the ringside mats to keep his body from falling. Ron re-enters the ring only to be met via Gilmore and a big boot knocking Ron backwards into a corner. Peter looks for a close line only to be scooped up via Ron and dropped with his version of the Rock Bottom “Stay Classy”. The ring shakes as both Ron & Gilmore lay on the mat while using his upper body strength Lucas find his way back in the ring. Finally Lucas gets to his feet looking at both men and asking the crowd who’s next
Diamond: Decisions….decisions.
Fans cheer as Lucas points to Gilmore which fires up the crowd as Nathan lifts up Peter to his feet. Fans cheer as Nathan points to the floor and with one swoop Gilmore is GONE!
Eliminated:
Peter Gilmour
With Lucas's arms raised fans cheer as Ron Chestnut gets to his feet. Lucas turns around, as Ron & Nathan face off. Fans cheer as both men trade rights and lefts with Ron getting whipped into the ropes but coming back with a boot to the haw. Nathan stumbles back against the ropes but comes back with his own kick to the gut and belly to belly throw as Chestnut lands back first against the ring ropes. Lucas looks to send Ron over but the “Sex Mustache” reverses and elbows Lucas in the ribs. Nathan stumbles back into an over head throw via Lucas. Down Chestnut dazed is sent up over the rope and yet again keep his hopes alive, Lucas knock Ron back with a right and then a left. Ron responses with a left knock back Lucas who pauses and grins before landing a RUNNING SPEAR knocking Ron off the apron
Donald Masters: The winner of the match and number one contender for the TV TITLE…..NATHAN LUCAS!!!!!
Diamond: What a win for the new number one contender for the TV Championship Nathan Lucas.
Fans cheer as Lucas celebrates in the ring his hand raised high as Ron makes his way to the back. Nathan climbs a corner and celebrates until “Antidote” by Story of the Year plays and the Manchester crowd turns towards the stage as WGWF TV Champion Dean James steps out to a massive wave of boos
Rotten: Challenger meet the GREATEST CHAMPION OF ALL TIME….DEAN FREAKEN JAMES”
Lucas signals for James to step in the ring but James shakes his head no while raising the TV Title high in the air.
Diamond: Monday March 21st 2011, Deadly Games…its Lucas versus James... don't miss it.
The two men continue to stare each other down as the scene cuts backstage.
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Cameras cut backstage showing Andre Dixon walking the hallways; fans boo until he bumps into Paul Frost. Both men are ready to compete later tonight & each man wearing their stable or individual t-shirt)
Dixon: What the hell?...oh it’s you.
Frost: Oh come on; is that any way to treat the next Intercontinental champion?
Fans boo. Frost turns to his left and faces the camera
Frost: I said is that any way to treat the NEW INTERCONTINETAL CHAMPION?
Even more boos are heard from the crowd. Cameras catch Dixon grinning
Dixon: I guess so. Even if you do beat that bitch tonight, in three weeks I get to beat you and take MY Intercontinental title.
Frost: Hey…hey…easy big fella. Hey I have respect for you, I mean you a guy who almost…became the Worlds heavyweight champion…that takes a lot. And as far as you winning the IC Title from me at Deadly Games well Dixon….while you might be able to hit a white bitch like Camden all night long and make her scream you’re her daddy. My friend it’s only a dream if you think you can do that to me, a THREE TIME TRUE WORLDS HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION.
Fans pop as Frost & Dixon stare down only moments later Frost backs up with a grin on his face again looking for some props.
Frost: So you see big guy I’m going to help a brother out
Dixon: EXCUSE ME?
Frost: What? I’m going to leave just enough of Camden left for you to have your way with her come Deadly Game, alright. Show me some love
Fans laugh a little as Dixon lowers Frost’s arm
Frost: Alright I feel you. Now if you’ll excuse me I have to go and get ready for a perfect title win…… So I guess I’ll see you real soon......good luck tonight.
Cameras show Frost walking as they stay with Dixon
Dixon: I don’t care what Page says….that boy is one messed up little cracker
Rotten “CRACKER?”
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SMAAAAASH!
The camera opens quickly to a backstage hallway where we see a man being thrown headlong into a pile of sound equipment and plastic crates, sending it all crashing to the ground and scattering across the floor. The man recovers quickly, but is hit with a heavy boot to the face that comes rocketing from off screen. He collapses to his knees, an explosion of bright, crimson blood gushing from a nose that's more than likely broken. Through the blood we see his face for the first time, and it's unmistakably James Raven.
Raven looks up just in time to see a heavy piece of equipment smashed down over his head, and he slumps motionless to the floor. We hear the heavy breathing of his assailant as they lean over and grab James by the hair, lifting him slowly to his feet and pushing him back against the wall which he clings to in order to maintain his balance.
Man: HEY! STOP THAT!
The camera wheels around suddenly to a group of three stage hands carrying cable to another part of the arena. Seeing the assault, they drop their supplies to the floor and sprint towards the attack. The camera returns to James Raven as his attacker charges him and drives into his midsection with a massive spear that crushes him up against the wall, a loud snap echoing through the arena.
Man: GET OFF OF HIM!
The three men reach the site of the massacre, but the unknown man is already half way down the hall, turning the corner and disappearing from sight. They drop to their knees to check on Raven, lifting him slowly into a sitting position as he winces and clutches his ribs, shouting in pain.
Raven: AH! I think it's broken...
Man: Go get help, find a doctor.
One of the other men stands and immediately takes off down the hall way while the other two continue to look after James.
Man: Do you have any idea who it was?
James says nothing, but slowly he lifts his hand and reveals several strands of hair in his palm, presumably ripped from the skull of his assailant. The majority are a deep, jet black, but a few are bright crimson; there's only one man it could have been... James lifts his hand to his face, blood seeping through his fingers, and slowly he slips into unconsciousness. Slowly, the scene fades out.
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Match 2:
Double G and Primetime vs The Sentinel and Heat
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Double G and Primetime vs The Sentinel and Heat
- - Tag Team Title Tournament; Round One - -
The camera returns to ringside for the second match of the night, and the first of our two tag team tournament matches. The camera pans the crowd, picking up several signs supporting and jeering the stars involved in the clash. "Primetime Ain't Ready for Primetime", "The Jakarta Jiant" and "Heat's Gonna Get Burned" all flash across the screen before the camera finally returns to the ring, and then finally settle on Derrick Diamond and Flash Rotten.
Diamond: Welcome back to the action, ladies and gentlemen!
Rotten: Yeah, thanks for not flipping the channel over to that GLEE marathon they're running. It helps my family pay our rent...
Diamond: Right, and when you guys keep watching, it helps me pay my car insurance.
Rotten: You're unbelievable, Derrick... always trying to make everything about you, huh?
Derrick Diamond opens his mouth to respond, but before he can say something to match his incredulous look, "A New Day" by Adelitas Way hits the speakers and the camera shifts to the stage where Double G and Primetime have appeared atop the ramp, a small explosion of silver sparks shooting up behind them. The two of them pose for a moment, and then they slap hands and make their way down the ramp and towards the ring.
"It's a new day! It's a new generation! It's a new day! And we're never looking back, no we're never looking back!"
The duo reaches the ring, Gary taking the steel steps and Primetime sliding under the bottom rope as both make it to the center of the mat and once more pose for the fans to a mixed reaction of cheers and jeers.
"Don't you ever tell us no! Don't you tell us where to go! No one will tell us who to be! They will pay more! It's our legacy!"
The music fades off of the sound system as the team retreats to it's corner, Double G stepping out to the apron as it looks like Primetime is going to start this one off. They wait on bated breath for a moment, when suddenly the arena explodes as Slashes famed guitar intro is heard, bringing the fans to their feet as "Sweet Child O' Mine" by Guns and Roses begins. A small red, orange and yellow pyro goes off along the edges of the ramp as Heat appears on the ramp with the giant, The Sentinel, standing right behind him. The lights begin blinking yellow and red as the pair makes their way down the ramp towards the ring.
"She's got a smile that it seems to me, reminds me of childhood memories, where everything was as fresh as the bright blue sky!"
The team hits the base of the ramp, both men reaching up and grabbing the top rope and pulling themselves onto the apron and then stepping easily over the top rope and into the ring.
"Now and then when I see her face she takes me away to that special place and if I stare too long, I'd probably break down and cry!"
Diamond: This is an intimidating looking team, Flash, Double G isn't a small guy by any means, but Heat and The Sentinel are towering over him!
"Whoa, oh, oh, sweet child o' mine! Whoa, oh, oh, oh, sweet love of mine!"
The music fades off of the speakers and The Sentinel and Heat stand motionless in their corner. They don't pose, they don't showboat... and finally Heat takes a step back, winks at Primetime, and steps onto the apron.
Rotten: OH! The Sentinel is kicking this one off, and Primetime doesn't like that at all!
The referee asks both men if they're ready, but Primetime is furiously pointing at Double G, telling him to switch, but Gary doesn't seem interested at all! He shakes his head and turns his back on Primetime, looking out at the fans as the referee calls for the bell.
DING DING DING!
Before The Sentinel can take a step towards his opponent, Primetime lunges across the ring and slaps his partner on the shoulder, quickly scurrying out to the apron as Gary turns around in disbelief. Gary stares at Primetime, who siply points at the Sentinel and shouts "Go Get Him!". The referee urges Double G into the ring, and slowly he obliges, never taking his eyes off of his partner, the man that put him in this position.
Diamond: A cowardly move by Primetime...
Rotten: A smart move, I wouldn't want to face that guy either!
Double G isn't as timid though, and immediately extends his arm, offering a tie up to The Sentinel and a good old fashioned test of strength. The Sentinel stares at him, but eventually accepts and lifts his own hand into the air. As soon as he does, however, Gary drops his hand and dives at the big man's legs, hitting a shoulder block to the knees that sends the Indonesian legend stumbling back into the ropes but not to the mat.
Diamond: Double G and The Sentinel were both involved in the fatal four way last week, Flash, and we saw Gary pull that same move multiple times in an attempt to take the giant to the mat.
Rotten: Yeah, and it didn't work last week, either, so switch up your strategy home boy.
Double G stands quickly and glares across the ring at The Sentinel before rushing and looking for another diving shoulder block, but the multiple time Television champion sees it coming and lifts a knee, catching Gary right in the side of the head and dropping him to the mat.
Rotten: Told you.
The Sentinel kicks Gary over onto his back and places one giant foot on his chest, urging the referee to begin the count. The referee slides across the canvas on his hands and knees, slapping the mat before he even comes to a complete stop.
ONE!
T-
Before he can shout two, Gary rolls his shoulder off the mat and hooks Sentinels foot inside of his elbow and begins to roll. The Sentinels legs spread apart as Gary rolls, and soon he loses his balance, tumbling sideways with an impact that practically shakes the entire arena. Gary makes it back to his feet, stomping loudly on the mat in celebration after taking down the seven foot tall behemoth. Gary leaps high in the air, dropping a knee on the right bicep of The Sentinel, and he follows it up with a quick pinfall.
Rotten: It'll take more than that to keep this beast down, Gary.
ONE!
The Sentinel makes one quick, bench press like motion and hurls Double G off of the top of him and both men are soon standing again. Gary bounces off of the ring ropes and sprints at The Sentinel, looking for a running clothesline, but before he gets close enough Sentinel puts out a big boot that catches Gary flush on the cheek and drops him like a pile of bricks!
Diamond: Flash! I think I just saw a tooth go flying.
The Sentinel looks at Double G, but his attention is drawn by Heat calling from his own corner. Heat leans in over the top rope, his hand extended for a tag as he calls The Sentinels name repeatedly. The Sentinel looks down at Gary, but finally trudges reluctantly to his own corner and tags in Heat, another former Television champion. Heat shoots through the ropes like a bullet, charging Double G and dropping a big elbow on him, but he doesn't go for the pinfall. Instead, he grabs Double G by the head and lifts him up to his feet before scooting behind and wrapping his arms around Gary's waist... GERMAN SUPLEX! There's a german suplex from Heat! Heat rushes over to the fallen Guru and lifts him once more, circling behind and looking for another suplex, but Gary catches him with a sharp elbow... STUNNER! Gary counters with a stunner and Heat bounces back across the ring!
Diamond: Gary leans forward, diving towards his corner... PRIMETIME GETS THE TAG!
Primetime quickly scurries up the turnbuckle until he's standing on the top rope, and after striking a quick pose for the fans, he leaps across the ring with a beautiful frogsplash that connects perfectly with it's target, nearly snapping Heat in half! The fans cheer loudly as Primetime sits up on his knees, a grin on his face as he looks down at Heat, and eventually hooks the leg for the pin.
ONE!
TWO!
T-
Lumbering across the ring comes The Sentinel, planting a giant boot into the spine of Primetime and breaking up the count. The Sentinel helps Heat to his feat, and the two former champions ignore the referee as they work together against Primetime. Heat retreats to the far corner and gets into a three point stance, and Sentinel lifts Primetime to his feet and quickly irish whips him across the ring where Heat meet him with a rib crushing spear that sends the fans into a frenzy.
Diamond: Heat and the Sentinel are actually functioning well as a team!
Rotten: Yep... god help us all.
Heat bends down to pick up Primetime, but he's met with a knee to the skull as Primetime fights like a wounded animal. He bends down again, but this time Primetime hooks both legs around his opponents head and sends Heat flying with a nice looking headscissors. Heat rolls to his feet, no worse for wear, and looks to rush Primetime who's just climbing to his feet, but as he bounces off of the ropes to gain some momentum, Double G grabs the top and drops to the floor outside of the ring, bringing Heat flying over the top and into the fan barricade!
Rotten: I wonder how many frequent flier miles Heat just earned?
Double G makes his way over to Heat and lifts him to his feet, slamming his skull down on the barricade before hurling him powerfully into the steel steps with a loud and resounding smash. Primetime looks on with a smile on his as his partner decimates Heat, a big clothesline sending Heat spine first into the ground nearly putting him through the padding on the floor. Gary lifts Heat to his feet and grabs him by the arms, looking for "The Grappler", but he releases his victim quickly as he sees The Sentinel barreling around the corner of the ring with fire in his eyes. Gary retreats, sprinting away from The Sentinel as the Indonesian superstar rolls his partner back into the ring to break the referees 10-count and keep this match going. The Sentinel and Double G stare at each other from opposite sides of the ring, neither blinking as they slowly tip toe back to their own corners.
Diamond: That was intense...
Rotten: No one cares, Derrick.
Heat stands up slowly in the ring, but he's immediately put down by a Primetime dropkick. The young Canadian rolls over on his knees, looking for a quick pin fall.
ONE!
TWO!
THR-
Heat kicks out! Heat is still alive and kicking, and Primetime is back up on his feet waiting for Heat to be able to say the same. Heat reaches for the top rope, slowly pulling himself to one knee and finally to his feet, though he's shaky and unsteady. Primetime senses the blood in the water and charges, looking for a clothesline from hell...
Diamond: HEAT COUNTERS!
Rotten: HEAT CAUGHT PRIMETIME!
Diamond: Primetime is in trouble now, Flash... THE BURNOUT!
Heat hits his patented 'Burnout' on Primetime, and the two men lay absolutely motionless on the mat together. The fans cheer wildly, looking for one of them to pin the other, but neither can muster the energy to do so. Slowly, Heat begins to crawl towards Sentinel, looking to tag in the giant, but Primetime is beginning to do the same, looking to Double G for salvation.
Diamond: Both men are less than three feet from their partners, which of them will be able to make the tag first!?!?
Heat finds a final burst of energy and dives across the ring, slapping the hand of The Sentinel who charges into the ring and grabs Primetime before he can make the tag to Double G. Sentinel drags Primetime to the center of the ring, and Primetime stands to face the giant. The Sentinel swings a giant fist at Primetime, who leaps out of the way, but suddenly Double G attempts to step into the ring and help take down the monster. The referee begins to push Gary backwards, and Primetime quickly digs into his tights and pulls something out which he places in his palm and...
CRAAAAAAAAAA-AAAACK!
Rotten: HOLY SHIT! Brass knuckles!
Diamond: I don't believe it! Primetime just cleaned the Sentinels clock with a pair of brass knuckles, all thanks to the referees distraction...
Rotten: Smart move, Double G!
Primetime hurls the knuckles into the crowd just as the referee turns around. He drops to his knees and pins The Sentinel, and despite his confusion the referee has no choice but to count.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
DING! DING! DING!
Donald Masters: The winners of this match, and advancing to round two of the tag team title tournament... PRIMETIME and DOUUUUUUBLE G!
Heat pleads his case with the referee, explaining everything that he didn't see when his back was turned, but Gary and Primetime hurry from the ring and make their way backtage before the referee can review or overturn the decision. The crowd boos furiously, but it doesn't do any good.
Diamond: What a cheap way to win...
Rotten: Dude, that was AWESOME!
Diamond: Well, maybe a little bit... Primetime and Gary advance to face the winners of round ones final match. We'll find out later tonight who that'll be, but for now? We'll be back after this.
Fade out.
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Backstage we see Matt Hopkins standing alone in one of the arenas many hallways, pacing furiously in front of a door marked "Medical". Soon the door opens, and out steps a middle aged man with horn rimmed glasses and a thin goatee. Matt looks to him with hopeful eyes, but the man simply shakes his head and looks down at the floor.
Hopkins: You're kidding me!
Doctor: I'm sorry, Matt. He can't go tonight, there's no way.
Hopkins: What's the problem?
Doctor: Multiple fractured ribs, most likely a minor concussion, not to mention the broken nose he's sporting. I haven't even finished checking him out, but I know he's done this week, and probably next week too.
Hopkins: WHAT!?!? First Page, and now Raven?
The doctor shrugs his shoulders and turns back towards the room.
Doctor: It's unfortunate, but his health has to come first.
Hopkins nods and the doctor returns to the locker room, shutting the door behind him. Matt continues to stare blankly ahead as Dean James suddenly appears behind him, munching casually on an apple. Slowly Matt turns, a look of dawning understanding appearing on his face.
Hopkins: Are you behind this, Dean?
Dean James: It's like I said, Matt... I couldn't be the one to back out of the match. Now if you'll excuse me, my fans are waiting.
Dean brushes past Matt slowly, tossing the half eaten piece of fruit on the floor and laughing as it explodes everywhere. Hopkins glowers angrily at his back, and slowly the camera fades out to black, the last sound we hear a sharp shout of pain from James Raven inside the locker room.
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Match 3:
James Raven vs Dean James
- - The Grudge Match (Standard Rules) - -
James Raven vs Dean James
- - The Grudge Match (Standard Rules) - -
The camera returns to the ring for the much anticipated of rematch of last years World Title clash between Dean James, and James Raven. The fans are on their feet, and slowly we pan to the ring where the announcer is standing with a microphone in hand, ready to make the introductions.
Donald Masters: The following match is scheduled for-
?: Wait!
Suddenly Denise Essex rushes down the ramp and out to ringside; climbing into the ring and whispering something into Donald Masters’ ear. Donald looks surprised, but nods before lifting the microphone and beginning to speak once more.
Donald Masters: Ladies and gentlemen, I have just been informed that James Raven will not be able to compete tonight due to injuries sustained earlier on this evening. As a result; this match has been cancelled
The fans begin to jeer loudly at the announcement and even start throwing rubbish into the ring. Donald sprints from the ring to avoid the plastic beer bottles and popcorn boxes, taking cover near the timekeepers desk.
Derrick Diamond: This is unfortunate, I was really looking forward to this match tonight and I am sure the rest of the fans here in attendance were also. This is just like Dean James!
Flash Rotten: What has this got to do with Dean James?
Derrick Diamond: Oh, come on Flash, it is obvious that Dean James was responsible for attacking James Raven earlier on tonight!
Flash Rotten: Have you got evidence to prove such outlandish claims?
Derrick Diamond: Well, no... other than how obvious it is to everyone watching.
Flash Rotten: Your answer was no... stop accusing people.
Suddenly ‘The Antidote’ by Story Of The Year hits the speakers, and the crowd jeers even louder as the current reigning Television Champion appears on stage. Dean James is wearing a leather jacket with a black tee shirt underneath and a pair of greyish blue denim jeans. Over his right shoulder is the sparkling Television Championship.
Dean James: Poor Raven, he has gone ahead and got his wings clipped, resulting in our match tonight being cancelled. It’s such a shame too, I was looking forward to once again defeating him in a matter of seconds!
The last sentance is spit from his mouth with a condescending venom, and of course the crowd jeers, but Dean James just grins.
Dean James: Do you all think I attacked James Raven?
The crowd screams ‘Yes!’ in unison.
Dean James: Really?
The crowd screams ‘Yes!’ in unison once more.
Derrick Diamond: YES!
Flash Rotten: Shut up, Derrick
Dean James: Well, you couldn’t be more wrong. James Raven has plenty of enemies backstage; plenty of people would salivate at the chance to put him out of commission. I, however, wouldn’t give James Raven such satisfaction. There is NO WAY that I would provide James Raven with a free pass from the ass-kicking I planned on delivering to him tonight in our match! James Raven was just fortunate enough to have been taken out by someone else before our match, because I would of beaten him within an inch of his life in our match and would have left him mortified in the centre of the ring.
The fans begin to chant loudly, overpowering Dean as he speaks.
"Dean Fears the Raven!"
"Dean Fears the Raven!"
"Dean Fears the Raven!"
He simply shrugs it off, but his voice grows a bit louder and you can tell that it bothers him at least a little bit.
Dean James: I guarantee you all that someday you will bare witness to the ass-kicking I give James Raven. One day you will witness me successfully defend my Television Championship against James Raven, but until he gets over his little broken nail and little cuts and bruises your eyes will not get to witness such a pleasurable moment!
The fans continue to boo.
Flash Rotten: Dean James has that match in the bag, whenever it happens.
Derrick Diamond: Whatever happened to you hating Dean James?
Flash Rotten: I wizened up.
Suddenly, Dean James' microphone cuts out, and a booming voice is heard over the loudspeaker as Dean looks frantically for the source.
?: Oh, Dean... you and Raven will have your rematch, but it WON'T be for that title you're keeping warm for me!
Dean spins in his place, looking for whoevers talking, but in a blur a man comes running from backstage and sprints the twenty feet to where Dean is standing, leaping through the air with a high knee that catches Dean just as he turns around to see his attacker. The knee catches him on the temple with incredible impact, breaking his sunglasses and knocking him out cold immediately on contact. Dean slumps to the ground, landing awkwardly as his title belt skids across the ramp.
It's Nathan Lucas, the newly crowned number one contender to Dean James' belt! He just knocked out the champion!
Diamond: HEY NOW! I think I might like this kid!
Nathan walks over to the Television title and lifts it slowly in the air, breathing heavily as he stares down at Dean James, his statement having been sent loud and clear as Dean begins to stir on the ground. Nathan drops the title on Dean James' chest, a grin on his face as he begins to back away and finally disappears backstage. James manages to sit up, his hand pressed tightly against his surely aching head as he shouts furiously at Nathan who's no longer anywhere to be seen.
Deadly Games... March 21st.
Fade Out.
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The camera opens up backstage where we see Seth Stevens standing behind the black curtain, waiting for his turn to make his way down to the ring. He bounces from one foot to the other, rolling his shoulders in anticipation, but suddenly he stops moving altogether and tenses up. We see several shadows suddenly fall over his back, and he turns his neck slightly to peek behind him, the rest of his body remaining as still as a statue.
Stevens: You boys lost? The Buffy the Vampire convention is actually down the road a bit.
The camera pulls back a bit to reveal the entirety of The Initiative standing behind him. Nick and Bigg Rigg stand to his right, John Stone and Hunter flank to the left. Slowly Stevens turns fully around to face them, no sign of intimidation present anywhere on his face.
Hunter: I figured without the shepherd here tonight, all of the sheep would've stayed together? Looks like this one wandered off on his own.
Seth continues to stare down all four men by himself, but it doesn't last long as John Stone throws a quick right hook. Seth turns to block it, but a big boot to his spine from Bigg Rigg puts him down on his knees. Hunter throws a head kick, which Seth manages to duck, but Nick is waiting with a knee to the face that puts Seth flat on his back, blood dripping from his lips. The four men close in on him, stomping away at his body which soon goes limp, and finally Nick pulls them all back.
Nick Ryan: That'll do, boys. Let's allow Mister Stevens to get ready for his match. Rigg? Why don't you escort him to the locker room?
Bigg Rigg nods slightly, kneeling down and lifting Seth up on his shoulders before making his way over to a small dumpster that John Stone is holding open. Rigg quickly dumps Seth inside, and Stone allows the lid to slam shut before putting a steel bar over the handle, trapping Seth inside.
Hunter: Ah... "Lock"er room. Clever.
The Initiative share a laugh, Hunter and Nick bumping fists as they walk off, and John and Rigg doing the same as they make their way out to the ring.
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Match 4:
John Gambino and John Stone vs Famine of the Vile and Seth Stevens
- - Genesis vs Initiative (Standard Tag Rules) - -
John Gambino and John Stone vs Famine of the Vile and Seth Stevens
- - Genesis vs Initiative (Standard Tag Rules) - -
This Fire by Killswitch Engage begins to play as Famine makes his way out from backstage. As he comes out of the back and onto the top of the ramp, fireworks go off to his left and his right. He stops for a moment and then starts walking down the ramp and toward the ring with purpose. As the music continues, he makes it to the edge of the ring and jumps up as more fireworks explode from each turnbuckle. He gets in the ring and looks at the crowd for a moment before grabbing the top rope to pull it as he warms up and gets ready for his opponent.
As the music begins to play, John Stone makes his way out of the back with John Gambino at his side. Both men look at the crowd and raise their hands in the air as the pyro goes off from the stage all the way down to the bottom of the ramp. Both men then make their way down to ringside. As they walk down to ringside they slap a few hands and wave to some of the fans before entering the ring. John walks over to the turnbuckle and climbs it while Gambino climbs the other turnbuckle.
As the bell rings Famine is in the ring waiting for Rigg and Stone to decide who will start the match. Finally Stone steps into the middle of the ring as he and Famine quickly lock up.
Rotten: Those damn Initiative guys set this up. They were the ones who caused Page's plane problems.
Diamond: Are you hearing yourself talk right now?
The bigger Famine is able to lock Stone into a side headlock. As Famine leans back and wrenches the hold around Stone's neck. Stone attempts to reach for the ropes but Famine pulls him back closer to the center of the ring. Rigg lunges into the ring and kicks Famine in the side to break the hold. The referee quickly forces Rigg out of the ring As Stone drops to the mat and Rigg exits the ring Famine grabs Stone once again. He clutches Stone in a bear hug before tossing him high in the air with an overhead belly to belly suplex. As Stone crashes hard to the mat Famine gets to his feet and begins to taunt Rigg. As he attempts to go after Famine the referee once again stops him. Stone still hasn't made it to his feet Famine makes his way over to Stone. And as he attempts to lift him up Stone goes for a possum pin.
One.... Twwwo.. KICKOUT. Both Famine and Stone make it to their feet quickly. Stone's first instinct is to go for the tag but Famine grabs him before he can tag in Bigg Rigg.
Diamond: I still can't believe Famine sided with Chris Page.
Rotten: Of course he did. Genesis will crush everyone in their way.
Famine whips John Stone hard into the far ropes. Once he hits the turnbuckle he crashes face first into the mat. Famine rushes over to Stone and grabs the back of his head. Famine begins slamming him face first into the mat before getting off him and playing to the crowd.
Diamond: I really feel as though Famine gets off on being evil.
Rotten: Don't you know it. The devil won't walk on the same side of the road as Famine of the Vile.
Famine walks back over to John Stone and attempts to pick him up. But Stone is able to land a few hard punches into Famine's stomach. As he stuns Famine for a short second he tries to make it to his corner but Famine is able to grab Stone's leg. As Famine attempts the drag Stone back into the middle of the ring. But out of nowhere Stone is able to spin around and hit an enzeguri to the side of Famine's head. Both men go crashing to the mat as the referee begins the ten count.
ONE.....TWO......THREE......FOUR.....
All of a sudden John Stone begins inching towards his corner. And at the same time Famine begins inching towards his corner. Just as he is about to pull himself up. Stone is able to reach his corner and tag in his partner Bigg Rigg.
Diamond: About time the big man got into this match.
Rotten: Yay another stereotypical Italian. Maybe the goomba will put Famine in some concrete boots and drop him in the east river.
Diamond: Wow you are offensive tonight.
Bigg Rigg charges full speed at Famine and splashes him into the corner. As Famine falls straight onto his ass Rigg walks across the ring the the other corner. And once again charges full speed this time lifting up his knee and slamming it into the head of Famine. Rigg goes into the middle of the ring and starts playing to the fans as the crowd gets louder. Stone is finally to his feet and standing in the corner. Famine makes it to his feet as Rigg slowly stalks his prey in the middle of the ring. And just as Famine turns around Rigg sets him up for a powerbomb.
Diamond: This is a move he calls the Road Rage!!
Rotten: Why not call it the Sausage Rage?
Diamond: I am not going to dignify that with an answer Flash.
As Rigg sets Famine up out of nowhere Famine drops to his knees and hits a low blow on Bigg Rigg. The referee sees this and calls for the bell. The referee walks over to Donald Masters.
Donald Masters: Your Winners by Disqualification BIGG RIGG JOHN GAMBINO AND JOHN STONE!!
Rotten: Ouch! Rigg takes one to the meatballs!
Diamond: Sausage? Meatballs? Something you're not telling us, Chris?
Gambino collapses to the canvas, clutching himself in agony, and as John Stone sees it he suddenly comes flying across the ring, looking to avenge his fallen partner. Famine sees him coming, though, and grabs him by the throat, staring deep into Stone's wide eyes. THE BLOOD DRIVER! THE BLOOD DRIVER!
Diamond: Famine cost himself the match, but he took both members of The Initiative down with him!
Famine stands tall over the other two men, throwing his arms up in victory, and the camera zooms in on his face before fading to black.
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Backstage we see Andre Dixon standing behind the black curtain, Kenny Radical and Adam Barker at his side. Barker looks down at his watch, and then up and down the hall way for any sign of the mystery partner.
Dixon: No ones heard anything from this man?
Barker: Don't worry.
Dixon: Never said I was worried, just want to know if I'm fighting this match alone.
Barker shakes his head and continues to stare down the hallway.
Dixon: You're a part of Genesis, you're never alone. I don't care if I need to get in the ring myself, you'll have a damned partner.
Radical: No offense, Adam, but if you try getting into the ring I think he'd be better off alone.
Dixon and Radical laugh, but contrary to their claims it's a nervous laughter. Barker shoots them both a look, but doesn't tell them to stop.
Barker: Andre, I'm sure you've heard the rumors... if there's any truth to them, you'll be fine, M.D.K. was always reliable, I can at least say that for him. For now though, you need to get things started on your own. Are you ready?
Dixon: Always.
Adam slaps Dixon on the back as "The King" peels his tee shirt off and tosses it to Radical.
Dixon: See you in the finals, brotha.
Kenny nods his head in agreement and watches as Dixon makes his way through the black curtain and out onto the stage. Slowly Radical looks to Barker who refuses to return the gaze, but simply mutters something barely above a whisper.
Barker: This guy better show up...
Fade out.