Post by "The Peoples GOAT" James Raven on Mar 7, 2011 20:40:38 GMT -5
The Firhill Stadium erupts in a chorus of boos as “Bourn Like This” by Three Days Grace hits the sound system as cameras run up towards the stage with green & white lights flashing.
Donald Masters: Ladies and Gentlemen making their way to the ring….please show your respect for Andre Dixon, Famine of the Vile, Kenney Radical and WGWF CO-owner Adam Barker….they are GENESIS 2011!!!!!!
The boos reign down as all four members of Genesis step out on stage with Radical/Vile & Dixon sporting their ring attire with Genesis 2011 Shirts while Adam Barker sporting a leather sports coast with a Genesis T-shirt underneath and holding something wrapped in silk all begin to make their way towards the ring.
Diamond: Well the group known as Genesis 2011 is looking a little more less these days. After the injury to Seth Stevens last week at the hands of the Initiative plus the former Worlds Champion Chris Page is still nowhere to be seen…is this the end….
Rotten: The end of you running your mouth against the greatest champion and group of all time. Come on Derrick we all know that CCP is STILL your Worlds champion and besides that there’s a new member to Genesis.
Diamond: Really? Who would that be Flash because all I see is the same old crap entering that ring that we saw last week.
Finally the members of Genesis make it into the ring as Barker is handed a mic from ringside before he can speak the Glasgow crowd make themselves known as they chant “STRIPPED…. STRIPPED….STRIPPED” over and over again. Barker & the rest of Genesis look unimpressed and in fact Andre Dixon grabs the mic out of Adam’s hand and shouts
Dixon: SHUT UP…..SHUT UP….GIVE US THE RESPECT WE’VE EARNED………
The Glasgow crowd response with a “YOU SUCK” chant which just pisses’s off Andre even further along with the rest of Genesis as Vile reaches for the mic.
Vile: Yeah I’m sure YOU suck but the entire world KNOWS that….the fact is anyone wearing our colors is beyond any petty comment you sad, soulless people may chant so go ahead and waste what’s left of your lives it doesn’t matter. Just like Big Rigg won’t matter later tonight when he suffers a fate worse than being from Scotland...
The heat is imminence as Vile grins wickedly as he hands the mic over to Kennedy Radical.
Radical: In short….tonight each and every one of you low life losers will get to witness the GREATNESS of GENESIS when we make sure the tag team tournament finals spell out an all GENESIS final. Tonight Dixon carries Raven to the finals just like I will do with Ferro and NO ONE can do a damn thing about it.
Barker: Truer words were never spoken and these men are the cold hard truth of the WGWF….GENESIS IS THE WGWF…period. Even when things look impossible we turn every one of your dreams into a living nightmare…..now tonight we are missing a few members. First off I ask for a moment of silent’s for SETH STEVENS…….
Fans boo & chant “YOU SUCK” over and over again much to the dismay of Genesis
Rotten: Are you people RETARED? Really is it so much to ask for a moment for a great wrestler and team mate like Seth Stevens?
Barker: Seth…..buddy we miss you and we can’t wait to have you return and kick those Retard Brothers all over this ring…..now onto the issue of the Worlds Heavyweight Champion…..CHRIS PAGE…..
Massive Heat comes from the crowd as they again chant “STRIPPED….STRIPPED….STRIPPED”
Barker: I think not; see Chris Page is STILL your Worlds Champion and in fact has asked me to make a statement on...
Suddenly “I am PERFECTION” by Downstait hits the speakers and the Firhill Stadium goes absolutely MAD as WGWF IC Champion Paul Frost walks out on stage in a grey & black suit combo with the IC Title hanging off his shoulder.
Diamond: Well I think the current Intercontinetal champion may wish to make an impact first.
Rotten: What?.....Why is he….Paul where is your Genesis stuff?
Diamond: He doesn’t have any Genesis stuff Flash but I believe he does have an issue with them when it comes to his new Intercontinental title.
Frost is all business as he forcefully makes his way down the ramp & towards the ring; the capacity crowd is on their feet as Frost does not take his eyes off the entire Genesis group who all have formed a line cutting the ring in half. Frost walks up the ring steps as he turns and looks at the crowd one more time nodding his head.
Paul steps into the ring and noise is at a fevered pitch. Paul looks at every member of Genesis his head never turns away as he lays his IC Title on the mat and begins to unbutton his jacket Adam Barker steps in front of him. Now the moment is heard the sound is impossible to bear as Frost & Barker stare the other down
Rotten: DON’T DO IT….DON’T MAKE THE SECOND BIGGEST MISTAKE OF YOUR CAREER!
Diamond: I think Adam Barker is about to get a bad case of FROST BI……BUT WHY?
Fans are shocked as Paul Frost ready to fight allows Barker to rip open his sports coat reveling an original GENESIS T-shirt underneath. Frost’s intense look changes to one of joy & excitement as he and Barker share a hug in the middle of the ring, soon enough the entire group are sharing handshakes and high fives with their newest member….PAUL FROST.
Barker: Ladies and Gentlemen may I introduce to you the newest Genesis member and your new Intercontinental champion….PERFECTION….PAUL FROST!!!!!
The boo’s are almost as loud as Paul’s cheers used to be as Frost raises his hand and IC Title high in the air as Barker hands him the mic.
Frost: You know……
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Frost: YOU KNOW……
Even more boos
Frost: You know that….all you people are the reason for this…..if want to boo somebody just look in the mirror for once….seriously some of you people….anyways….I said I would come home….I said I would never again turn my back on the people that mattered most to me…..and I am a man of my word….so here I am back with the people that matter and back home with GENESIS!!!!!!!! While it’s no “official” yet think of me not as a CCP stand in because I’m not…think of me like the Vice President I’m just watching the place making sure NO ONE forgets what we CAN and WILL do.
He pauses.
Frost: Like last week we CAN and DID bring back championship gold to Genesis as Jocelyn Camden and rest of you learned firsthand the power of PERFECTION and the GREATNESS of Genesis. See I’m not going to take up too much of your time here tonight I just want to say one thing…Kenney…..tonight when you and I face off in the main event….just know this whatever happens in this ring stays in this ring….after the bell rings….we are and will always be GENESIS for life.
Paul gives Kenney a high five before walking back to the center of the ring.
Frost: Now Adam I know CCP has a prepared statement to make so if I could do the honors….
Rotten: Oh yes what a treat….I hear Paul Frost does a perfect CCP impression.
Diamond: Does that included Adam Barker licking his ass just like he does with Page? This is just the worst thing that could happen to the WGWF….Paul Frost BACK in Genesis.
Frost: Wait….if I’m going to be the champ I’ll need to look like the champ
Fans continue to boo as Frost hands Dixon his IC Title as Barker pulls out a replica of Chris Page’s WGWF Heavyweight Championship as he straps it around the waste of Frost who pulls out a pair of Armani shades and a note from his jacket pocket.
Dixon: Now that’s perfect…
Frost: I know right…..anyways…just a second…I need to get my championship voice…
The boos continue as Paul clears his throat taking a few deep breaths as he brings the mic to his lips.
Frost:……And I QUOTE!
Diamond: REALLY?
The boos are insane at the mention of that phase as Genesis are nothing but smiles all around as Paul begins to read
Frost: First things first I regret to inform you I…Chris Page due to circumstances beyond my control will NOT be able to be with you this evening.
Fans POP
Frost: However let’s face it even if I could be there in Glasgow Scotland…..(fans pop)….I would never allow myself to even fly over your city let alone step on its fifthly, degusting and let’s face it disgrace of a county, city and people.
The boo’s are back BIGGER, BADDER AND LOUDER
Frost: Moving onto the issue that continues to dominate the WGWF….MY world heavyweight championship. It has come to my attention that Matt Hopkins….(fans POP)…..has unlawfully stripped me of my title. This is NOT TRUE…I am and as of reading this statement still I’m YOUR world’s heavyweight champion no matter what any mildly retarded man in a monkey suit says. Speaking of retards….Nick and Hunter Ryan…(fans POP)….the two men who will battle it out for my championship….bravo….it would only seem fitting to have the SECOND best champion and a NEVER WAS like the two of you to be named number one contenders. Let me make one thing clear to the lucky SOB who gets to use what’s ever left of that brain you share and becomes the champion…..when I get back and trust me I WILL BE BACK….consider yourself and your career….DONE. Secondly, Paul Frost...
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Frost: I said secondly Paul Frost……congratulations on your win as the NEW Intercontinental champion….I only wish I could have been there to see it, my gift to you that is. I know you’ll make us all proud as you come back home…you come back to Genesis and Paul when I do come back my friend you will be official. Until then boys I expect you to treat this man an original Genesis member with the same respect we do with any member…so that mean after the show go out and get this little Canadian cracker as buzzed and high as he’s EVER BEEN.
Indifferent boos from the fans.
Frost: And finally just so were clear…MATT HOPKINS……don’t think I’ve forgotten about you and that empty threat of yours. Hand over MY worlds title……I DON’T THINK SO….in fact Matt if you want it all you have to do is come and get it, you know where to find me….but we all know you won’t. So Matt you can take that threat of yours and stick it up your TIGHT ASS. But don’t think for one second a Mother FUCKER like you will get a free pass, no you’ve forced my hand Matt….your now at the TOP of my list which means from this point on your life upon my return will be nothing but a LIVING HELL and trust me Matt when I say this….there will be blood….YOUR BLOOD….spilled by my hands Matt.
Rotten: Wow, I wouldn’t want to be Matt Hopkins anytime soon.
Frost: Tonight marks the evolution of Genesis and upon my return will mark the revolution in the WGWF….which will be the GENESIS for the beginning of our careers and the end of yours. Sincerely your WORLDS HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION…CHRIS PAGE.
The boos continue as Frost takes the note and folds it up and takes back his IC Title as Genesis heads back to the locker room.
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The Sentinel vs. Peter Gilmour
- - Wrestle Wars Rematch - -
- - Wrestle Wars Rematch - -
The bell rings as Sentinel and Gilmour stare each other down getting ready for the first match of the night which will also be a rematch of the Wrestlewars battle between the two men. It's pretty obvious that they do not like each other at all. Gilmour charges at Sentinel and quickly puts him down with a shoulder charge right to the chest. Sentinel quickly bounces back up but is met by a quick and hard closeline by Gilmour which puts Sentinel back on the ground once again. Gilmour looks to make quick work of Sentinel as he picks him up, kicks him in the stomach, and hits him with a huge powerbomb! Gilmour has an evil smirk on his face as he falls on top of Sentinel for the first cover of the match.
1..2...KICKOUT!
Diamond: Not enough for Gilmour to pick up the win, but he's firmly in control!
Sentinel isn't done quite yet. Gilmour gets up and begins to stomp on Sentinel repeatedly until the ref finally stops him. Gilmour picks up Sentinel and whips him across the ring into the opposite ropes. Sentinel bounces off the rope and as Gilmour is going for another closeline, Sentinel is able to duck, bounce off the ropes again and hit Gilmour with a hard closeline of his own! Both men are down! They both slowly make their way to their feet. They both start exchanging rights and lefts in the middle of the ring until Sentinel finally drops Gilmour with a hard right to the face. Gilmour quickly bounces back up but is hit with another hard right that sends him right back down. Gilmour slowly makes his way up but as soon as he does he is met with a hard boot to the face that sends him right back down to the mat. Sentinel considers going for the pin but instead picks Gilmour up by the hair. Sentinel hits Gilmour with a boot to the midsection followed by a hard DDT. Now Sentinel begins to stomp on the back of Gilmour until the ref finally tries to get him to stop. Sentinel is having no part of it as he shoves the ref not realizing what he was doing. The ref goes flying over the top rope meanwhile Sentinel continues to stomp away on Gilmour. Sentinel once again picks Gilmour up by the hair who has taken a beating over the past couple of minutes. Sentinel grabs Gilmour by the neck and SENTINEL DEATH DROP! SENTINEL hit the SENTINEL DEATH DROP on Gilmour!
Rotten: Rosie O'Donnel hits his finisher!
This one might be over! Sentinel hooks Gilmours leg for the pin but there is no ref to make the count. The ref finally makes his way back into the ring and begins the count.
1...2...KICKOUT!
Diamond: Gilmour stays alive!
The extra time gave Gilmour enough time to get up. Sentinel is frustrated and gives the ref an evil look but the ref just ignores him as we see Gilmour slowly making his way to his feet. Sentinel turns around to face Gilmour and as he does Gilmour hits him with two hard elbows to the stomach followed by a hard DDT. Gilmour doesn't waste any time as he picks up Sentinel and hits him with a quick belly to belly suplex. Gilmour picks Sentinel up again, grabs him by the head, and lifts him up high into the air before dropping him down with a PAINKILLER! Gilmour was able to hit the PAINKILLER! He quickly goes for the pin expecting to get the win.
1...2...3!
DING! DING! DING!
Diamond: Gilmour did it again! Just like he did at Wrestle Wars, he's defeated The Sentinel!
Rotten: *yawn*
Gilmour stands up slowly in the center of the ring, his eyes rolling backwards in his head as he holds both arms up in the air triumphantly, the scene fading out as he laughs maniacly.
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Jocelyn Camden vs. Alex "The Venom Bomb"
- - Standard Match - -
- - Standard Match - -
As the camera returns to the ring, we see that Alex "The Venom Bomb" is standing in the ring just as "Bass Down Low" by Dev begins to play. The crowd goes absolutely nuts as Jocelyn suddenly storms down to the ring, pointing furiously and staring straight at Alex who doesn't know how to react. Jocelyn slides into the ring, pointing at the referee to start the match, which he promptly does to avoid pissing off someone who already appears visibly pissed off. Jocelyn wastes no time and immediately kicks Alex in the gut, doubling him over and she nails him with a Stunner-esque move.
Rotten: What the hell was that!
Diamond: That was the Wimbledon Common. She was talking about it backstage prior to the show.
Alex hits the mat hard, out completely cold as Jocelyn rushes to the corner and climbs to the top rope, pausing for a moment before she leaps off.
Diamond: Catch This!
Jocelyn lands the move perfectly and covers!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
DING! DING! DING!
Jocelyn wins in a squash! The crowd goes nuts as Jocelyn rolls Alex out of the ring and calls for a mic.
Jocelyn: Alright, listen up, because I'm not pissing around tonight! I was backstage, talking to Matt Hopkins. I asked him..."politely", to reverse the decision made last week to give Paul Frost the Intercontinental Title.
The crowd goes nuts, but Jocelyn stops them.
Jocelyn: ...and he refused.
The crowd quickly turns to boos.
Jocelyn: Matt told me that, while I WAS fucked over, he didn't want to compromise the decision of the referee. He then told me that it's alright, because I get my rematch at the pay per view in an epic match that could be match of the year. That I'm inserted into the match with Frost, Rigg and Dixon. And all I have to do is say yes. And I told him...NO!
The crowd all looks around, stunned. Even the commentators don't know what to say.
Jocelyn: My old manager, Centurion, would have told me to take it. That the match is too good to pass up. Again I say, OLD manager. But I'm calling the shots now! And, the way I look at it...I can have my rematch whenever the fuck I want one! Why would I inject myself into that cluster fuck? So I can get screwed again? So someone can pin someone else and cost me a chance at the title. I'm going to want to take on the champ one on one, not this fatal four way shit. So, for all of you in the back who were losing in in their pants over the thought of a fatal four way...it's NOT going to happen.
The crowd is stunned as Jocelyn goes to leave the ring, when "Pressure" by Paramore plays. Out of the back steps Alyssa Ferro. The crowd gives her a mixed reaction as she stands at the top of the ramp way, looking out at Jocelyn.
Alyssa: Well, isn't this funny. Complain if you don't get your way, but don't take the opportunity to prove yourself. Always looking for the easy way out?
The crowd, for the first time in her career, boo's Alyssa.
Alyssa: I'm sorry if I come off as a little harsh. See, you were the one who told me what I should and should not do in my career. You were the one who told me to drop my tag team partner, and to not come into the federation to begin with. And, when I decided not to take your advice, you called me a...what was it..."redheaded slut."
Jocelyn: You're wrong. I called you a redheaded cunt!
The crowd goes nuts as Alyssa just shakes her head.
Jocelyn: You've seen what Genesis does. You see the shit they pull...
Alyssa: I also see the stuff you pull. You completely innocent?
Jocelyn turns to think about what Alyssa said, then immediately drops the mic and slides out of the ring. Alyssa bolts to the back before Jocelyn can get half way up the ramp way. Jocelyn laughs as "Bass Down Low" plays again and she calmly walks to the back.
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Fans boo as cameras showing the “GENESIS” locker room, seconds later the door open and out walks a grinning IC Champion….Paul Frost. The crowd response is nothing but boos as Frost turns back around and shouts.
Frost: Will do….yep tonight we will give those people a show like they have never seen before and quite frankly don’t even deserve to see now but hey in under an hour Glasgow will be kissing our ass as we leave them behind in their own filth…..alright see you out there.
Fans pop huge as Frost walks down the hall and bumps into NICK RYAN. Both men are a study in contrast with Nick wearing his Initiative gear while Frost dressed in Genesis swag. The stare down last’s for what seem like forever until a tiny smile comes to the face of Nick Ryan.
Frost: What’s so funny?
Nick: You don’t know Frost the BLOWMAN
Frost: Real cute but you know what’s funny Nick? That I have a CHAMPIONSHIP and YOU don’t. Hey I need someone to shine up by belt and after Deadly Game my BELTS so what do you say Nick? I mean this job needs a person who really doesn’t have a life and the way you’re going well let’s just say you would be perfect for the job.
Nick: Really….Really…REALLY….because the way I look at it…it’s YOU who won’t have a life after you get booted from the group again…..
Frost: THINGS….CHANGE…You really don’t think you’ll win do you?
Nick: Like you said….THINGS CHANGE
With that both men again play stare down before they go their own separate ways
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RJ Palmer vs. Heat
- - Wrestle Wars Rematch - -
- - Wrestle Wars Rematch - -
Donald Masters: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is a Wrestle Wars re-match under STREET FIGHT rules.
Fans pop.
Donald Masters: Introducing first…
Rotten: Just hold on one second….they are….folks this match has already taking place on the STREETS of Glasgow!
Cameras quickly cut away from the ring and switch over outside the stadium where both RJ Palmer & Heat both men dressed in street attire are battling it out with a capacity crowd watching up close and personal. Heat takes the early advantage as RJ finds himself hip tossed down on the concert pathway. RJ grabs his back in pain while Heat quickly stands up his new foe and once again scoop slams him back onto the ground into a cover!
ONE!
TWO!
RJ kicks out!!!!!
Diamond: Well early on Heat most defiantly has the upper hand in this street fight which just happened to begin out here in the streets.
Rotten: Thank you captain obvious and ha…ha…ha… look at that RJ just introduced his fist into Heat’s nuts….I love it. Kick him again RJ.
Now it’s Heat who is brought down to his knees via Palmer as the crowd vocally expresses there disproval. RJ back to his feet drives his boot right into Heat’s face knocking him back as his skull bounces off the concrete, Palmer then mounts Heat firing away with closed hard right hands…over and over again and no one can stop it. Finally after seven or so shots RJ gets back to his feet as his admires his own handy work as cameras catch Heat’s left eye swollen shut along with a bloody nose. Another few shots via Palmer’s boots and Heat’s face is an absolute bloody mess as RJ goes in for the cover!
ONE!
TWO!
Heat kicks out. Quickly Palmer loads up Heat to a standing base before knocking him back right into the steel fence around the soccer stadium with a nasty shoulder block. Heat bounces off the fence and straight into a short arm close line via Palmer.
Rotten: There’s no doubt about it here folks…RJ Palmer has more RUTHLESS AGRESSION then I’ve ever seen and that spells bad news for Heat or at least what’s left of him.
Diamond: Don’t count out Heat just yet.
Rotten: Your right the counting is the ref’s job.
Heat gain is sent hard into the fence with a nasty Irish whip but Palmer ducks his head early as Heat puts on the breaks and lands a straight boot to Palmers chin knocking him back. Heat tries to wipe the blood off his face as he follows Palmer in with a few shots to the gut before Heat throws RJ face first into the fence. Fans cheer as Heat grabs one of their water bottles and tries to wash the blood off his face before he charges in at Palmer who side steps Heat at the last second as he crashes into the fence and bounces back allowing RJ to send him straight into a bunch of trash cans to the side of the gate. Palmer poses for the crowd as he turns around and goes pure white with shock as cameras show the bloody Heat standing only this time with a large steel rod in his hands. Palmers beg’s off Heat who shakes his head no as he jabs the pipe straight into Palmers gut backing him up against the ticket booth. Fans cheer as Heat swings the rod like a baseball bat looking for that home run but Palmer ducks and Heat shatters the ticket window. Palmer stumbles to anther ticket window and like before Heat swings wildly and misses’s Palmer as anther window is shattered but this time the pipe is stuck as Palmer lands a boot of his own doubling Heat over. Fans boo as Palmer grabs the steel pipe and he doesn’t miss as he crack’s Heat’s spine with a shot sending him flat to the ground below. The boo’s intensify as Palmer spins around the lead pipe before once more blasting it across the back of Heat.
Diamond: Well isn’t that nice, RJ Palmer can twirl a baton!
Rotten: Hey its harder than it looks, besides that’s an Olympic sport you know. No longer is RJ Palmer a WGWF star he’s also an Olympian for Christ sakes.
Cameras show Heat crawling away from Palmer who looks on with a grin as he follows Heat who gets to a vertical base using the fence. Now it’s Palmer who acts like the baseball player looking for his own home run as he swings the pipe Heat CATHES it. Fans pop as under his crimson mask a wicked grin emerges as Palmer tries to pull away but Heat pulls towards him using all his strength Palmer is sent body first into the steel fence with enough force causing it to bend as Palmer falls into the crowd. Heat continues on as Palmer is sent directly over to the guardrail back first, more cheers as Heat charges in and lands a knee to RJ jaw as his head bounces off the rail. Heat leans over the rail and begins to stomp away on Palmer before bringing him up and laying him across the rail. One lucky fan hands Heat his ringside chair as Heat folds it up and cracks it off RJ’s back with a loud thud heard in this capacity stadium.
Rotten: Come on down hasn’t RJ suffered enough?
Diamond: Short answer according to Heat…NO!
Heat follows up his first chair shot with two more as RJ crumbles over the rail and onto the mats below, Heat follows along with the ref into a cover.
ONE!
TWO!
T-
Palmer kicks out!!! Heat getting up takes Palmer by the hair as he points to the steel ring post but Palmer gets to a knee and yet another low blow Heat falls victim to. Fans boo as Palmer then points to the ring and post and thrusts Heat skull first against the steel as he crumble to the mats below. Palmer with the cover.
ONE!
TWO!
TH-
Heat shoots his shoulder up!!!!! Shocked Palmer begins to show his temper as Heat finds his ribs the victim of boot after boot via Palmer. RJ lifts up the ring apron and he grabs a few trash can lids, street signs and even tables are all pulled out from beneath the ring. Taking a road sign or two Heat finds his brains scrambled with nasty shots via a stop sign & no parking as his body leans up against a ring post. Now feeling it Palmer doesn’t hesitate as he picks up a steel chair looking for a knock out shot but like before Heat ducks or collapses onto the floor as Palmer strikes the ring post hard. He screams in pain as the chair drops and he brings his hands in. His back to Heat is a mistake as he turns around straight into a chair shot via Heat.
Rotten: Come on RJ…GET UP…DAMN IT…..GET….NO…DROP THE CHAIR…DROP IT!
Fans cheer as Heat gets RJ to his knees as he places the chair in his hands before Heat kicks the chair straight into RJ’s face knocking him five feet back and maybe his teeth ten feet back. Heat grabs himself a trash can lid and lashes RJ’s back numerous times before Palmer is picked up and sent knees first up and over the steel ring steps. Now Heat in control turns his back looking to set up a table as Palmer begins to slowly crawl under the ring. Fans make a huge noise as Heat turns around seeing half of Palmer still not under the ring, shaking his finger Heat pulls out Palmer who turns around and blasts Heat in the face with a pane of glass which instantly shatters into a thousand pieces. Now even more blinded Heat backs up swingy wildly as Palmer gets back up and boots Heat right in his ribs before driving the bloodied big man straight into a steel chair with a nasty DDT!!!!!! Instead of the cover Palmer looks to his right and sees the table set up, a large grin comes to his pain edged face.
Diamond: Oh no.
Rotten: OH YES!
Fans boo as Heat is dragged by his hair over to the table as Heat is places on Palmers shoulders; RJ slides his finger across his throat as he lands his TKO which sends Heat’s body through the table!!!!!!! Both men are down but RJ wills his body over into the cover!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
DING! DING! DING!
Donald Master’s: The winner of the match….RJ PALMER!
After the match, Heat tries walking away from the chaotic battle scene, running for cover in a small group of people that had been watching the brawl. R.J. quickly sprints after him. Palmer goes for a sucker punch but Heat quickly moves out of the way and Palmer's fist keep going through the air from the momentum. A man in the group gets the full force of Palmer's punch to his nose. He falls to the cobblestones and two security guards grab R.J. and pull him out of the camera shot as we pull in on the injured spectator and slowly fade to black.
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Andre Dixon and James Raven vs. Double G and Primetime
- - Tag Team Tournament: Round Two - -
- - Tag Team Tournament: Round Two - -
The camera returns to the ring after the bizarre video, and both teams are already there and ready to do battle. They stand in their respective corners, pointing at each other and whispering their game plans.
Diamond: You care to make a prediction, Flash?
Rotten: I want Primetime to use those brass knuckles from last week and mash Ravens face into an unrecognizeable lump.
Diamond: That's not a prediction, Flash, it's a request.
Rotten: Same difference.
The referee begins shouting orders and instructions across the ring, preparing both teams for the inevitable clash, and as they both nod their heads in understanding and readiness, the referee calls for the bell.
DING! DING! DING!
It looks like Dixon and Primetime are going to start this one off as Raven and Double G step through the ropes to the apron, turning to watch the action in the ring. Dixon move first, irish whipping Primetime across the canvas and into the "Gensis" corner. Dixon charges after him, diving shoulder first into the canadians midsection with a vicious spear. Andre stands up, allowing Primetime to stagger out of the corner, but two stiff right hands and a lariat put him right back in the turnbuckle. Dixon throws a boot into the gut of Primetime and hoists him up onto his shoulder, taking a few steps around the inside of the ring to show the fans his incredible power, and he quickly slams Primetime spine first onto the mat with a massive power slam.
Diamond: Andre Dixon is a powerful man, Flash.
Rotten: Are you just figuring that out now, Derrick?
Dixon kicks Primetime over onto his stomach and quickly mounts his back, pulling Primetimes biceps backwards and arching the former Television champions spine out of alignment. Before Dixon does too much damage, the referee notices that Primetimes foot is under the bottom rope, and quickly calls for a break. Dixon obliges, but not before an extracurricular elbow to the back of the skull. Dixon tries to mount another immediate attack, but as he looks to stomp on the motionless victim, Primetime suddenly rolls away from his attacker and to his feet in the corner looking like a wounded animal. Dixon tries to advance, but he's caught with a big swinging neckbreaker and left flat on his back as Primetime flies across the ring and makes the tag to Double G!
Diamond: Primetime really got away with one there with a nice counter.
Rotten: He cheated.
Diamond: How do you figure, Flash? That was completely legal!
Rotten: He took down Andre Dixon, he must've cheated somehow.
Gary quickly enters the ring, looking to avenge his partner, but Dixon is waiting for him and lunges across the ring with a big clothesline that sends Gary flipping backwards over the top rope and to the floor below. The crowd cheers in support for Dixon as Gary slowly climbs to his feet, eyeing Andre warily, but to his credit he quickly slides back into the ring and avoids another Dixon lariat. He catches Andre by the wrist and irich whips him off the far ropes, catching him on the rebound with a forearm smash that takes Dixon to the canvas. Double G poses for a moment, then runs off the far ropes himself and leaps into the air with a knee drop that connects with Dixons elbow.
Diamond: I think Dixons arm is in pain!
Rotten: No shit, Sherlock, he just had a 300 pound gorilla land on it!
Dixon makes it slowly to his feet and is quickly put back down by an arm drag takedown that wrenches his already injured elbow nearly out of socket. James Raven leans in over the top rope, screaming for a tag, but Dixon just can't make it happen. Gary throws another stomp onto Dixons shoulder, and then another elbow drop to his opponents chest, but still Dixon climbs to his feet for more. A BIG RIGHT HAND! Dixon gets leveled and he's back on the mat! Double G has his arms opened wide, and I think he's looking for his patented full nelson slam, but Dixon suddenly launches up off of the mat and catches Gary in the ribs, lifting him off of his feet before slamming him down on the canvas.
Diamond: What a tackle from Dixon, but can he make the tag now?
The crowd explodes as Dixon musters one last ounce of energy and dives across the ring, slapping hands with Raven who wastes no time and leaps over the top rope, sprinting at Double G just as he begins making it to his feet. He pounces on top of the much larger man, looking for a quick pin fall.
ONE!
TW-
Nothing, as Gary quickly lifts the shoulder up. The two men climb to their feet, and Raven looks for a kick but is met by a quick elbow to the jaw that knocks him over, and now it's Gary who's looking for the pinfall. A very quick change of momentum, and Ravens charge may be snuffed out before it ever really began!
ONE!
TW-
This time Raven gets the shoulder up, and again both men rise to their feet. Gary quickly hooks Ravens head and drops him with a nice DDT, but Raven manages to catch himself before he hits the mat and he takes minimal damage.
Diamond: Good awareness by Raven, or else this could have been over.
Rotten: Is it warm in there, Derrick?
Diamond: Where?
Rotten: In that kids ass, where you're clearly burrowed so deeply you can't even see the sun?
Raven is on his feet before Gary this time, and gets the larger man with an irish whip into the "Genesis" corner once more. Raven follows immediately behind with a splash that stuns Gary, and Raven backs up as Double G stumbles out of the turnbuckle... DROPKICK! Raven hits the dropkick! James stands and lifts Gary's right leg up off the mat, kicking the back of his kne multiple times before lifting him slowly by the neck. James begins throwing a flurry of punches dipping and swaying like a boxer as Gary tries to deflect them, but he's soon overmatched and James grabs him by the face, shoving him back into an empty turnbuckle. James looks out at the fans, a grin on his face, and he begins swinging away with backhand chops.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
FOUR!
FIVE!
SIX!
SEVEN!
EIGHT!
Gary can't take anymore, and falls forwards to the canvas. Raven looks across the ring, asking Dixon if he wants some revenge, and he quickly makes his way over to make the tag. Dixon storms the ring, and hastily pulls Gary to his feet. Behind him, though, Primetime is climbing the turnbuckle and looking to take him out. As he leaps across the ring with an axe handle, James sprints out of nowhere and catches him mid leap with a Flight of the Raven!
Diamond: OH MY GOD!
Rotten: OK, I'll admit that was kind of cool... kind of.
Primetime bounces across the mat and Dixon looks to James in gratitude before hoisting Gary into the air and putting him down with a spinebuster.
Diamond: DEADLY FORCE!
Rotten: He's looking for the cover!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
DING! DING! DING!
Donald Masters: The winners of this match, and heading to Deadly Game to do battle for the Tag Team Championships... JAMES RAVEN... AND AAAAAAAAANDRE DIXON!
There's a mixed reaction amongst the fans, some cheering for James Raven and some booing Andre Dixon loudly as the two men rise to their feet and slap hands before hoisting their arms into the air in celebration. Dixon takes his Genesis shirt from a ring hand and pulls it on as Raven pulls on his own 'Fear the Raven' shirt. They make their way to opposite corners of the ring, climbing to the top ropes to pose, and the camera slowly fades out on the scene, Dixons finger pointing at the Deadly Game banner hanging in the rafters the last thing that we see before the entire screen goes black.
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Moments ago, R.J. Palmer tried to punch Heat, but missed and hit a, innocent spectator instead. Now we see him walking backstage with his new manager, Elle, when he is slowly approached by an intern.
Intern: R.J., I have this for you, it's from WGWF management telling you to go to human resources.
Palmer: God's sake, what now?
He takes the piece of paper from the intern and turns his head to Elle.
Palmer: I'll catch up with you later. This better be important...
Palmer then walks down a hallway and heads to human resources.
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Nick Ryan and Brooke Sawyer vs. Ron Chestnut and Nathan Lucas
- - Standard Tag Match - -
- - Standard Tag Match - -
Diamond: It looks like Nathan Lucas and Nick Ryan are going to be kicking this one off, Flash!
Rotten: What tipped you off? The fact that they're the only two in the ring?
Diamond: Why you gotta play me?
Rotten: You're white.
Nathan moves first, rushing across the mat and catching Nick with a vicious side kick that leaves the former World champion stunned and clutching at his liver. Nathan then wraps his arms around Ryans waist and takes him down to the mat with a wrestling styled trip take down that has the crowd applauding politely in support. Nick manages to roll away from Nathan before he can lock in a submission, but as the two reach their feet Nathan throws a three punch combination that drops Nick right back down to the canvas. Nathan pounces quickly, rolling Nick over onto his stomach and locking in a gogoplata submission, but Ryan is quick to grab the bottom rope and the referee pulls Nathan away quickly.
Diamond: Nathan sure is taking it to the former champion here, isn't he?
Rotten: Huh? Sorry, partner, I was busy watching old Happy Days reruns on my phone. Ron Howard sure was a talented young man.
Nathan allows Nick to climb back to his feet, but immediately catches him with a swinging neckbreaker, followed by an elbow drop to the spine. Nick shouts out in pain, but soon enough, Lucas is lifting him to his feet and irish whipping him across the canvas and into the turnbuckle. Lucas looks at his partner and rival, Ron Chestnut, and reluctantly makes the tag and allows the sexiest mustache in professional wrestling to enter the ring.
Rotten: Stupid move, he had all the momentum and he's giving it up so that Chestnut can come in cold.
Diamond: I thought you were watching Happy Days?
Rotten: Nah, Fonze is about to jump over the shark on his water skis, this episode was lame.
Chestnut enters the ring and throws a sharp elbow at Nick, but Ryan ducks underneath and leaps into the air... THE REDLINE! Nick Ryan hits The Redline on Ron Chestnut, and our favorite anchor is down for the count! Nick begins to make his way across the ring, looking to make the tag to Brooke, but Nathan rushes after him and grabs him by the foot, dragging him back to the center of the ring and blocking off the safety of his own corner. The referee finally backs Nathan out of the ring, but his mission has been accomplished as Nick can not get out of the ring. Nick accepts this and changes his gameplan, lifting Chestnut to his feet and quickly hitting a back bridge suplex.
ONE!
TWO!
TH-
Chestnut manages to kick out, but Nick has him locked in an arm bar before he knows whats happening.
Chestnut: Great Oden's Raven that hurts!!!
Chetnut reaches out to tap, but his hand instead get tangled with the bottom rope, saving him from defeat. Nick stands slowly, sighing as he lifts Chestnut to his feet as well, and he irish whips him off the ropes catching him with a back body drop that leaves him stunned on the mat. Nick calmly makes his way over to the corner and tags in Brooke, but he doesn't realize that Nathan has reached over the rope and slapped hands with Chestnut as well. Brooke steps into the ring, but Nathan is already there, grabbing the back of her head and leaping into the air, placing both of his knees against her face as he slams to the ground and smashes her grill.
Diamond: A CodeBreaker? Is that what thats called?
Nathan climbs to his feet as Nick tries to get in the ring to stop a pin fall, but Lucas hits a dropkick that sends him over the top rope and slamming hard to the floor below! Nathan turns to Brooke and makes the cover.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
DING! DING! DING!
Masters: The winners of this match, Roooon Chestnut... AND NATHAN LUCAS!
The crowd cheers in surprise, not knowing how to react as Nathan pops to his feet and waves his fist in celebration.
Diamond: Did Nathan Lucas really just beat the former World Champion?
Rotten: No, he beat Brooke Sawyer... big difference.
Nick Ryan slams his fist on the ring apron in frustration, shouting something at Brooke as she lays on the mat. Ron Chestnut steps into the ring to celebrate with Lucas, but Nathan quickly spins and hits him with the same move he took Brooke out with. The crowd cheers even louder as Nathan climbs to his feet again, the smile gone from his face as he looks up to the rafters and stares at the Deadly Game banner.
Diamond: Like him or not, he's got some major momentum heading into his match with Dean James!
Rotten: I don't like him...
Fade out.
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RJ Palmer stands in front of the door that has a golden name plate on it that says “Human Resources”. Palmer shakes his head, and knocks on the door. A female voice is heard on the other side.
Female: Come in, he will see you know.
Palmer opens the door and walks into the room with a girl not much older than eighteen sitting at a desk typing quickly not moving her eyes away from the computer.
Female: He is just past that other door.
She stops for a second and looks at Palmer and points him to the door behind her. Palmer stares at her for a minute.
Palmer: Do I know you from somewhere?
Before she says anything, he puts up his hand and stops her.
Palmer: To be honest, I don't care. Let's just get this crap over with.
He opens the door and walks into the room and the camera is on his face, which drops when he see's who he has to see. He rolls his eyes and says.
Palmer: You've got to be fucking kidding me.
Therapist: Miss me, sunshine?
Palmer shocked at who his new therapist is doesn’t really know what to say. The camera turns to the face of the therapist who can’t help but smile. It is no other than, The Doctor, The Emo Kid Savior, Emo Jesus.. Dr. EMO! Palmer finally thinks of something to say after the initial shock wears off.
Palmer: Have you and Raven been trying to fuck with me behind my back? Is that what this is, a cruel joke?
Palmer just stands in the middle of the room with his arms folded.
Emo: Honestly, I wish I could say it was, but this is strictly business my friend. You showed ruthless aggression against that fan earlier, and what makes it worse. He had a couple screws loose and now WGWF is getting threatened with a lawsuit and you are getting threatened with a hate crime. Now you have mandatory therapy sessions until your anger issues are fixed. Please take a seat.
Palmer: No, I won't take a seat. And a hate crime? The guy was as white as me and clearly wasn't gay since he had a wife, so what is he so pissed about?. And I didn't even mean to hit him. If Fire hadn't of moved, this whole thing would of never happened. So I'm not seeing some emo kid therapist who probably still has it in for me.
Palmer turns around to leave but stops when Emo talks.
Emo: Grudge? I don’t hold grudges! Ha. It is sad that you think of me that way Palmer. Clearly you are ungrateful for all that I did for you. Now come on take a seat.
Palmer shakes his head and turns to leave.
Emo: If you walk out that door, Mr. Raven convinced Matt Hopkins to give me the power to fire you. Take a seat, pumpkin.
Palmer turns around and heads back to the desk.
Palmer: "Mr. Raven"? That douche doesn't even have any power here. But I'll play along for now, not like I have anything better to do.
He pulls the chair out from under the desk and takes a seat.
Palmer: And what you did for me? You mean cost me the World Title because you couldn't get to the main even status like I did? Must have hurt you to see me fly by you in the rankings and actually do something.
Emo: At least I knew when to quit. Where are you now? Hmm? Mid-Card? I beat Trent also, just I didn’t get him in a world title match. Give me the world title match you had and we are singing a different song, but like I said this is about you getting better, but I will make you a deal. If you are interested.
Palmer: I've just joined this company, give me time. But at least I'm not working in human resources. And I don't need to get better, I don't have any problems, besides you. But since I'm forced here, for this week anyway, I'll humour you. What is this deal?
Emo: It isn’t this week. WGWF assigned you to this. Raven and Hopkins just told me if you walked out then, well, you are done here, so I will be seeing you next week to. Now onto my deal.
Emo laughs.
Emo: I have an itch and when you itch you need to scratch it. You have a ppv coming up soon here in WGWF and I want to wrestle one last match and who better than against someone that I made a main eventer. Without me you weren’t in the talk of universal or world titles. So my deal is that at this PPV you agree to a match with me and if you are able to beat me then well I will let you go free and you don’t have to attend therapy, but if you lose you might as well prepare yourself for a lot of visits to my office.
Palmer: You want a match? Well I have a loss to you that I need cleared off my record. So if you're not to pussy, then I'm up for it. But if I win, then you have to ackowledge in the middle of the ring that you had nothing to do with my success. It was all me. I know it, the people know it, and now I need for you to know it.
Emo: Deal, kicking your ass again won't be a problem. Maybe this time you won't make any mistakes like you did last time. As long as we understand each other until then. You're mine.
Palmer: Fuck you, Gia.
Palmer stands up and storms out of the room, slamming the door behind him.