Post by WRONG CCP ACCT on May 2, 2011 19:33:49 GMT -5
WGWF PRESENTS
MONDAY NIGHT BRAWL
GRAND OLYMPIC AUDITORIUM
LOS ANGELES, CALIFORNIA
3,500
Monday Night Brawl opens as we are inside the locker room of the Initiative. We see the Worlds Champion Hunter Ryan sitting down and watching the goings on so far with Chamber matches.
Hunter: There’s no doubt about it…Rigg is in his OWN chamber of horrors come Hardcore Hell courtesy of me and hopefully anther Ryan brother…
Cameras pan back showing MDK taping up the writs of Nick who is sitting on a chair
Nick: Damn right
Cameras show Nick’s ribs tapped up from Slugfest
MDK: You sure? Those ribs….Andre will come at them with no mercy
Nick: Take them off
MDK: Now you’re thinking
As MDK removes the tape from Nick’s mid-section, Hunter walks into the frame
Hunter: More guts than brains right Nick?
Nick: Yep that’s why this guys going to watch my back during the match
MDK: I’m begging for CCP to show his face or anyone else for that matter. I want to show the GOA I haven’t lost the Hell Shot.
Hunter: No doubt good luck Nick…hey wait…where’s Frost?...
The scene fades into the opening video package before the scene fades into the Sold Out Grand Olympic Auditorium. Pyro explodes above the ring, and up the ramp way before our cameras center at ringside with Derrick Diamond and Flash Rotten!
Diamond: Welcome everyone to MONDAY NIGHT BRAWL! Welcome to Los Angeles, Welcome to the Grand Olympic Auditorium where tonight the fall out from Spring Slugfest will take place, and the road to Hardcore Hell begins! Hello everyone, I'm Derrick Diamond being joined always by Flash Rotten, and Flash tonight we've got 5 Qualifying matches for the Elimination Chamber at Hardcore Hell where the World Title will be up for grabs!
Rotten: Boring! What tonight is all about is a celebration... a celebration of the Initiative once again choking under the pressure to CCP and Genesis! What a night Slugfest truly was!
Diamond: It was a night chalked full of surprises, from the returning of M.D.K., to Hunter Ryan defeating Jocelyn Camden is what was nothing short of a CLASSIC!
Rotten: A classic? What are you smoking? CCP wasn't involved in the match, so save the Classics for matches that have his name attached to them.
Diamond: Whatever.
Rotten: Moving on to tonight, yes you said it... 5 Qualifying Matches for the Elimination Chamber are on hand, also tonight the TV Title is up for grabs, we are going to here from MDK and CCP... but more importantly than all of that, tonight we're going to find out why John Stone, John Gambino, and Dean James apparently jumped shipped and joined Genesis. To me, it's a no brainer, all the power lays in CCP's hands. Why wouldn't they want to be a part of that?
Diamond: Why don't we ask Andre Dixon? He walked out on the group.
Rotten: And from what I understand, there's a HEAVY price that shall be paid!
Diamond: It's going to be a rockus night to say the very least. Let's not waist anymore time, take it away Donald Masters...
MATCH 1:
JOHNNY O'BOM vs JASON BLACK
Cinderella man plays and o bom runs out he looks at all hans and runs down the ramp slapping there hands he slides in the ring jumps on apron and does the rockstar sign as he waits for Jason Black to come out. Fog fills the ramp, after about 4 or 5 seconds Jason sprints through the fog, down the ramp and slides into the ring. Johnny O Bom waste's no time as he immediately starts to stomp on Jason's back before he can make his way to his feet. O Bom bounces off the rope, jumps, and hits Jason Black with a hard roundhouse kick right to the face! Black goes down hard! Johnny decides to climb up to the top rope, stands all the way up, and then jumps off with a frog splash! Jason Black moves! Black is able to move out of the way which makes Johnny hit face first into the mat. Jason Black gets up and waits as O Bom slowly makes his way to his feet. As soon as he does Black hits him with a hard boot to the face! Black picks Johnny up immediately, hooks his arm, and lifts him up high in the air before dropping him down with a brutal brainbuster! Black looks ready to end this thing. He picks Johnny up and lifts him over his shoulder before dropping him down on his head with a Tombstone Piledriver! DARKNESS! Black just connected with his signature move DARKNESS! Black hooks O Bom's leg for the pin!
ONE..
TWO..
THREE!!!
WINNER: Jason Black
Rotten: See that Diamond? That's how Genesis takes care of business. No time waisted, nothing but ass kicking at it's finest.
The scene cuts backstage...
CCP AND ADAM BARKER'S ARRIVAL
A black limo is shown pulling into the loading dock of the GOA. The crowd boo's loudly as the limo pulls to a stop where Adam Barker is shown exiting the limo.
Barker: I'm FUCKING PISSED about it!
A voice from inside the limo is heard saying..
"Easy, calm down..."
The crowd's boo's reach a fever pitch as CCP steps out of the limo dressed in black jeans with a t-shirt that reads "THE ONLY LEGEND THAT MATTERS" written across the front of the shirt.
Barker: Easy for you to say Champ! You didn't end up with Mud all over you!
CCP faces Barker...
CCP: Do you think I'm going to let Dixon, Raven, and Mudd get away with a stunt like that?
CCP puts his right hand on the shoulder of Adam Barker.
CCP: It's under control Adam. They will understand what it means when you cross the boss! I got this. Time to rally the troops.
The scene cuts back to ringside...
INITIATIVE IN RING GROUP PROMO
The Lights in the arena go off when all of a sudden...
You ready? Let's go
Yeah, for those of you that want to know what we're all about
It's like this y'all come on
This is ten percent luck, twenty percent skill
Fifteen percent concentrated power of will
Five percent pleasure, fifty percent pain
And a hundred percent reason to remember the name
The Lights in the arena begin to flash as The Initiative walk out onto the entrance ramp. They stand there for a moment and soak up the cheers from the crowd.
Rotten “Well there they are Derrick…the walking…opps I mean limping wounded…I meant the walking dead.”
Diamond “Classy Flash…especially after what went down just seven days ago. Spring Slugfest a bitter sweet event for those few men.”
Mike, he doesn't need his name up in lights
He just wants to be heard whether it's the beat or the mic
He feels so unlike everybody else, alone
In spite of the fact that some people still think that they know him
But fuck 'em he knows the code
It's not about the salary it's all about reality and makin' some noise
Makin' the story makin' sure his clique stays up
That means when he puts it down Tak's pickin' it up, let's go
Nick and MDK are front and center with Hunter and Frost each at their as they form a unified line down to the ramp. Each man is wearing a new version of the Initiative t-shirt. This one has digital camo with the initiative logo right in the center. Hunter and MDK walk up the stairs as Nick and Paul slide in under the bottom rope. Cameras catch Nick sporting a bandage above his left eye as Frost dawn a pair of black shades with a few bruises outline along his face. Nick & Paul gingerly get to their feet as they join MDK & Hunter in the center of the ring.
Rotten “What is up with the cheers for the LOSSERS in the ring Derrick? Sure Hunter won but he beat a chick to keep that Worlds Title and we all know that Nick and Paul came up short not only in the bedroom but in that very ring a week ago.”
Nick pulls a microphone out of his pocket. Nick waits a few moments for the crowd’s cheers to die down before speaking.
Nick Ryan: I wish I could tell you we are all in a good mood tonight. But after the travesty that occurred during the 6 man tag match. We once again did what we do so well and that's shock the world. And with that being said I'll allow the man of the hour to take it from here.
Nick shakes hands with MDK as he hands him the microphone. The crowd is going nuts chanting MDK MDK MDK.
MDK: DAM ITS GOOD TO BE….HOME
Fans POP
MDK: There is no other place I’d rather be than here….FIVE YEARS…FIVE LONG YEARS…I’ve been away but I NEVER stopped watching. And that’s why I’m back today because I NEED TO BE. To be honest with everyone I really had nothing left to prove when I left, sure it wasn’t on the best of terms but the WGWF will always be my home.
Fans POP
MDK: But when I watched my home get torn apart by a bunch of wankers…well I’m just not the type of guy to sit back and do nothing and when I say wankers I mean Famine of the Vile, Dean James, Genesis, Adam Barker and most of all CHRIS PAGE!!!!! That’s right Chris I’m back your biggest headache and nightmare has come back to take care of some unfinished business. We could have taken care of the beating I owe you last Monday but like the gutless wonder you really are, you slithered out of the ring and lived to toke anther day. But that blunt you call a career will soon be stomped out at the hands of the INITIATIVE!!!!!!
Diamond “Five years was WAY TOO LONG….MDK IS BACK….and that spells PAIN for ANYONE who stands in his way…CCP…that means you.”
Rotten “Alright I’ll give him his due Derrick, MDK one of the GREATEST ever is back in the WGWF. But this is PAGE’S WGWF not MDK’s…so unlike Nick and Paul, MDK needs to know his role and stay out of Page’s way and spotlight.”
MDK enjoys the GOA’s cheers as Nick brings the mic back up to his lips.
Nick: Now we move from celebration to conspiracy…..BIGG RIGG…..JOHN STONE….(fans boo)….I think we all know what happened last night…on a night that Genesis was on the EDGE of totally and utter annihilation….the Initiative…..the Initiative was SCREWED!!!!!
Fans boo as they watch the footage
Rotten “THE BEST PART OF THE PPV”
Nick: The acts of Stone and Rigg will NOT…I repeat NOT GO UNPUNISHED….to quote our own president “JUTICE WILL BE DONE”…. But TONIGHT….I have a Chamber to qualify for because I can still walk sort of….but this man…a former three time worlds champion…he can’t…because of the actions of Genesis and a handful of other so called men…this man is not medically cleared to compete tonight…..
Fans boo as cameras turn to Paul Frost who has been leaning up against the ropes for the entire segment so far. Paul is handed the mic as “perfection” pauses for a moment as he takes off his shades revealing bandages that lay above & below his right & left eye as he looks towards the entrance way for a moment. Before bringing the mic to his lips.
Frost: What can be said that hasn’t already been said on tweeter, face book, the internet, radio and TV. The actions that were taken against US were nothing short of vile, disgusting, painful, career ENDING….but that’s nothing new when you dealing with scum such as Famine, Genesis and the rest of those so called stars not even worth wasting my breath on. I’ll say this which echoes Nick…YOUR TIME WILL COME (fans pop)….make NO mistake when we say that…look inside this ring…TWO HALL OF FAMERS and a combined….SIX WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIPS ….our word is our bond….unlike most sitting in the back watching us right now…see I could come out here and be upset at what happened…I could come out and whine and complain about the match or I could come out and give an inspirational speech but that would get me ABSOULTY NOTHING.
Diamond “Hun?”
Frost: When I joined this group it was because of ONE MAN….that same man who is pulling the strings of this place to this very day. If you don’t know who I’m talking about then you must have been living under a rock for the past five years. Three out of the four men in this ring KNOW who I’m talking about….EVERYONE in the back…the same people who watched the beat down last week and did NOTHING…. KNOW who I’m talking about. But now I’m just DONE talking…..actions speak louder than words….tonight my actions will speak LOUDER than words could every say…cleared or not…tonight…PERFECTION makes a statement…count on it.
With that Paul puts his shades back on as Nick is handed back the mic as most of the Initiative members nod in agreement at Paul’s statement as Frost leans back up against the ropes.
Nick: Speaking of LOUD…..a few weeks ago this man returned to the WGWF….he returned to his fans and just last Monday he came to US….after what happened last week…this MAN was the only non group member to see how we were doing. This man represents the future of this very company and the future of wrestling fans EVERYWHERE. May I introduce to you the MASCOTT of the Initiative…AXEL THE SHARK!!!!!
Fans especially the youngsters in the crowd pop huge as the lights dim dark blue as “Rock lobster” hits the PA and out of the entrance way comes Axel the Shark sporting an Initiative Tee as he throws a few shirts into the crowd as he makes his way down into the ring.
Rotten “Oh no.”
Diamond “OH YES…WHAT A MOMENT FOR THE YOUTH MOVEMENT OF THE WGWF.”
Axel continues to welcome the crowd as he slides into the ring as Nick & Axel share in an embrace as he is handed a mic.
Axel: GIVE ME A SHEEL YEAH!!!!!
“SHELL YEAH”
Axel: That’s what I love to hear from each and every one of my little guppies out there in the WGWF universe. See tonight the greatest protector of each and every little guppy in the ocean joins the pack to reel in our own catch of the day and mount the heads of Genesis on our walls!!!!
Fans pop
Axel: Then after it’s safe to go back into the water again….POOL PARTY at my AQUARIUM and YOUR ALL INVITED!!!!!
Huge pop
Nick: FINALLY…ITS TIME TO CELBRATE YOUR WGWF WORLDS HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION….HUNTER RYAN!!!!!
Hunter is handed a mic from a stage hand. The Brawl crowd erupts in a sea of cheers us Hunter proudly raises the World Championship high above his head. Hunter walks around all four corners of the ring as all the members of the Initiative congratulate the current Worlds Champion. Hunter throws his belt over his left shoulder as he begins to address the crowd.
Hunter:Hunter: You know, for a long time now, Genesis has been running rampant in this company. Doing as they please and ambushing whoever they please. For a long time now, Chris Page has convinced himself that he's the man around here, despite one key thing...
Hunter holds up the World Title and the crowd explodes.
Hunter: Page may have it in his head that he's the "real" champion around here. He may have even convinced his goons the same thing. But here's what gets me about all that. If he is preaching that he's the man...if he's preaching that he's the heartbeat of this company...than what he's pretty much telling that so-called family of his is that they are all inferior to him and always will be. You see...the Initiative have never been that way. We've always held each member to an equal playing field and despite any bump in the road, we bounce back with a vengeance.
Another pop from the sold-out crowd.
Hunter: Last Monday night, I retained this World Title against a woman who has already carved her name into the history books in this company as the most dominant female competitor to ever step through those ropes. Jocelyn Camden vs. Hunter Ryan will go down in history as arguably the greatest World Title match to ever be booked on a WGWF card of any kind...and you know something, Camden? I think we're just getting started!
The loudest pop of the night! Hunter starts to pass the mic but then stops. He puts the mic back up to his lips and turns to his brother.
Hunter: Nick, I have one thing I want to get off my chest having said all that. For months now, Genesis has gotten the upper hand on us more times than I care to admit. While both families took a hit at Slug Fest, because we're already behind the eight ball, losing Rigg and Stone put us even farther behind.
Nick starts to nod and say something but Hunter puts his hand up to cut him off. He turns to MDK.
Hunter: MDK is a huge addition, but it's been a minute since he's really done anything around here. Hell, who knows just how much rust he needs to chip off before he's even ready to back us up against Page and those jokers. So Nick, you've been the brain child behind this group for years now. This recent revival seems to have more strong points than low. But I'm telling you right now...not as your brother...not as a member of this group...but as the World Heavyweight Champion...I'm done with getting our asses handed to us every other week. Right this ship now or you just may lose the head to this snake.
Hunter tosses the mic to his brother and slides out of the ring with his title slung over his shoulder. He gets to the announcers table and turns back to the ring, looks right into Nick's eyes, nods, then heads to the back.
MATCH 2:
ELIMINATION CHAMBER QUALIFYING MATCH
NON TITLE
HEAT vs "BIGG RIGG" JOHN GAMBINO (c)
Fans rise to there feet as "Sweet Child O' Mine" by Guns N' Roses rips across the sound system as the lights blink red and yellow as Heat makes his way out on stage. He raises his arms to have two huge fire balls go off at the bottom if the stage as he makes his way towards the ring. Heat paces back and forth awaiting Gambino. Moments later "Empire state of mind" -Jay-Z and Alicia Keys blast from the PA system as the lights go out. Bright lights shine across the stage where Gambino stands. After a few seconds he walks down the ramp staring down Heat in the ring. He climbs into the ring and awaits the bell but doesn’t take his eyes off Heat.
Diamond: Here we go, two big guys in a big match.
Rotten: Expect some fireworks cause this is to get into the elimination chamber, and both of these guys are looking to sneak into the world title picture.
Diamond: Indeed.
DING! DING! DING!
The two lock up in the center of the ring Heat grabbing a slight advantage pushing Gambino, but Gambino quickly turns it around and turns into a headlock on Heat. Gambino doesn’t let Heat escape as he nails a huge right hand to the face dropping Heat. Heat immediately springing to a vertical base but run into a quick clothesline from Gambino. Gambino has no time to rest as Heat gets back up again quickly. Gambino looks for another clothesline but Heat ducks it sneaks behind and gets Gambino into a rollup.
1..2.
Kick out By Gambino fast.
Diamond: Clever move by Heat.
Rotten: It’s going to take more than a pathetic rollup to defeat Gambino.
Diamond: Please, he almost got the 3 count.
Gambino gets up to his feet but Heat meets him with a boot to the midsection and lands a thunderous DDT. Heat not wasting any time stands Gambino up and looks for the heatstroke but Gambino counters and slides down over Heats shoulder. Gambino turns Heat around and lands a European uppercut dropping Heat to the matt. Gambino backs into the corner and crouches down setting up for the rage. Heat makes his way to his feet and Gambino sprints but Heat dives to the side and Gambino nails the ring post with his shoulder. Heat tries to capitalize and dropkicks Gambino in the back sending him into the corner.
Diamond: Gambino may have seriously injured his shoulder hitting the post that hard.
Rotten: No way, loot at this guy he is huge he can take way worse punishment than that.
Heat starts hammering away at Gambino with right hands one after another. Gambino blocks Heats punch and lands a string of 3 punches on Heat. Heat is staggered on his feet and Gambino kicks him in the midsection. He puts Heat’s head between his legs and lifts him up. He stalls with Heat in the air before slamming him down with tremendous force. Gambino turns Heat over and hooks the far leg.
1...2...thre No!
Heat gets his foot on the rope at the last second, and Gambino sits up furiously.
Diamond: Damn was that close.
Rotten: I thought Heat was done for sure, that power bomb was vicious.
Gambino stands up and looks at Heat in disbelief. Gambino helps Heat to a vertical base and picks him up for a spine buster but Heat turns it into a big DDT. Both men are stirring on the matt in pain. Heat is first to his feet, he picks up Gambino before shooting him into the ropes, Gambino bounces off the ropes splitting Heat damn near in two pieces with the RAGE! Gambino covers Heat.
Referee: ONE..... TWO..... THREE!!
DING....DING....DING....
Masters: The winner of the match, and Qualifying for the Elimination Chamber, JOHN GAMBINO!
Hunter Ryan: A true test... Gambino's got a target on his back, and come Hardcore Hell I'll exact a little revenge for him walking out on the Initiative!
Rotten: Or, you'll get your ass kicked!
The scene cuts backstage...
JASON MUDD PROMO
We see Denise Essex backstage, her attention suddenly diverted to a certain man walking down the hallway, in her direction. How couldn't her attention be on him? It's Jason Mudd, after all. Beside him is his manager, Ashley Divine, they lost in some conversation and almost walk right by Denise Essex...
Denise Essex: Jason Mudd?
Ashley and Jason stop mid sentence and turn their attention to the reporter.
Jason Mudd: Yeah?
Essex is ogling over Jason Mudd, her eyes practically undressing him. Ashley Divine simply rolls her eyes.
Denise Essex: Wow... what they say about you in person is true...
Jason Mudd: Huh?
Ashley Divine: Do you need something honey? Or you window shopping for something that is WAY outside your pay check?
Denise Essex blinks for a few seconds, blushing slightly before coming to her senses. She clears her throat and puts on a half em brassed smile, trying to be as professional as possible. Ashley Divine simply rolls her eyes again, Jason Mudd grinning from ear to ear.
Denise Essex: Sorry about that. It's just, after what you did at Spring Slugfest to Adam Barker and aligning yourself with the Tag champs in Dixon and Raven as they parted completely from Genesis... I just don't know where to start. There's so many questions.
Jason Mudd chuckles to the question.
Jason Mudd: Like what?
Denise Essex: For starters... why?
Jason Mudd: Why what? Why side with the tag team champions? Or why dump half a ton of mud on the dirt bag running this business?
Denise Essex seems shocked by the counter question, blinking a few times before finding her voice.
Denise Essex: ... Both?
Jason Mudd: You really want to know?
Denise Essex: Yes.
Denise Essex gives Jason her full attention, the WGWF's new Premier Asshole grinning from ear to ear again.
Jason Mudd: Because I can.
Denise Essex looks obviously confused.
Denise Essex: I don't get it... you can?
Jason Mudd: Freedom is an amazing thing. Genesis doesn't care too much for freedom. So, fuck 'em, you know?
Denise Essex shakes her head a little, shocking words. Ashley Divine takes a step forward, Essex's attention going to her.
Ashley Divine: Listen. I'll dumb this down for you.
Denise Essex seems to take a little offense, but doesn't say anything. She lets Ashley Divine explain.
Ashley Divine: Genesis has control in the WGWF because everyone lets them have it. Everyone's afraid. They don't understand what real freedom is, from Genesis anyway. Even The Initiative, they're stuck in their little loop of playing Genesis's games. What would you expect Jason Mudd to do here? Side with Genesis? He said it best. Fuck Them. You expect him to be part of the super hero squad, The Initiative? Please. They've not accomplished a damn thing except manage to keep the World title around Hunter Ryan's waste. And after the Elimination Chamber later this month, I doubt they will even have that.
Denise Essex: I see...
Jason Mudd wraps an arm around Ashley Divine's shoulder and gives a soft chuckle.
Jason Mudd: For some reason, I doubt it. But you will, in due time. I understand everyone wants answers. They will get them. In. Due. Time. For now, we have somewhere to be. Thanks for the chat.
Jason Mudd gives a wink to Essex, causing her to blush again. With that, Jason Mudd and Ashley Divine walk down the hallway, taking a left toward their destination.
MATCH 3:
ELIMINATION CHAMBER QUALIFYING MATCH
FIRE vs ZACH RIZZA
"The Next Big Thing" by Jim Johnson blasts in the arena and the fans get on their feet. Fire walks out from the back fired up. The fireballs go off on stage and he proceeds down to the ring. Fire slides in to the ring and runs in a couple of circles. He leans back into the far corner and awaits his opponent. "Real Big" by Mannie Fresh Hits and the fans stay on their feet to cheer Zach Rizza. Zach Rizza wastes no time getting down the ramp and into the ring. Fire is pacing in the corner looking at Rizza and Rizza on the other side is calm and still.
DING! DING! DING!
Diamond: Here we go, these two guys are also battling for a way into the elimination chamber coming up.
Rotten: These qualifying matches really bring out the best in these superstars.
Rizza looks to lock up but Fire runs and lands a dropkick to the knee of Rizza. Rizza hits the deck and Fire springs off the ropes and lands up leg drop to the back of the head of Rizza. Heat gets up quickly again as does Rizza, Zach charges towards heat but Heat ducks a clothesline, waits for Rizza to turn around and lands a standing dropkick.
Rotten: wow fire is really impressive here in the early going.
Diamond: Yeah it seems he is outsmarting and just outwrestling Rizza.
Fire gets up and begins to stomp on the downed Rizza. Fire begins to stand Rizza up but Rizza surprises fire with a big uppercut sending Fire backwards and Rizza rushes him with a big boot. Rizza immediately grabs Fire and gets him to a vertical base. He sizes him up lands a kick to the midsection and into a double arm hook DDT. Rizza grabs heat by the neck and rises him to his feet. He immediately sends Fire back down with a big spine buster. Rizza goes for a quick cover.
1…
Quick Kick out by Fire. Rizza stands Him up again and looks for the Rizzatude adjustment but Fire lands an elbow to Rizza’s face interrupting him. Fire throws a couple of right hands knocking back Rizza with each one. Fire backs up and begins to run and connects with a spinning heel kick dropping Rizza hard. Fire stirs on the matt for a few seconds before getting up. He begins to scale the top rope. At the top he stands up tall and launches himself looking for the frog splash. Rizza rolls out of the way at the last seconds and Fire crashes to the matt hard. Fire rolls around the ring in severe pain.
Diamond: So close with that one, if he would have landed the frog splash I think it could have been over right there.
Rotten: Yeah but Rizza is smart, he saw it coming and he isn’t going to let heat beat him for the elimination chamber spot that easy.
Rizza gets up and looks at fire down on the matt. He walks over and picks Fire up to his feet. Fire breaks from Rizza’s hold and starts throwing numerous right hands backing up Rizza with each one. Rizza eventually counters one and rakes the eyes of Fire. Rizza in pain holding his jaw grabs heat and looks for the rizzatude adjustment one more time. Heat again has none of it breaking free from the hold and runs to the ropes. He slings off of the ropes and both men collide with a double clothesline. The two men lay flat in the middle of the ring.
Diamond: Oh my god, these guys were both thinking the same thing on that one. I don’t think either of them got the better of the clothesline.
Rotten: Yeah they collided pretty hard, right here it’s whoever wants in the chamber more!
Diamond: That’s correct both of these men want it, but who is going to get up and seize the opportunity!
Both Fire and Rizza reach a vertical base with Fire charging Rizza who ducks under a Fire clothesline attempt, Fire bounces off the ropes into the RIZZATUDE ADJUSTMENT! Rizza makes the cover!
Referee: ONE..... TWO...... THREE!!
DING....DING....DING....
Masters: The winner of the match, and QUALIFYING for the Elimination Chamber, ZACH RIZZA!!
Diamond: That's two men who's qualified. Gambino and Rizza will both be involved in the Elimination Chamber!
Hunter Ryan: I've got nothing negative to say about Rizza, the guy is a Superstar, and now he's got a golden opportunity at Hardcore Hell.
Rotten: Hunter Ryan, staying positive about people. Huge Shocker.
The scene cuts back to the locker room...
GENESIS GAME PLAN
We open inside the locker room of Genesis where Chronic Chris Page is shown standing in front of Alyssa Ferro, Kenny Radical, Seth Stevens, and Jason Black who are all seated at a table.
CCP: The issues with the Initiative and Genesis are through as far as I'm concerned, or they will be. Paul Frost, he's MY target at this point. What he did to me on 4/4/11 will not go unpunished... but...
Chris looks across Genesis as he continues.
CCP: Our War has just taken an unexpected turn. At Slugfest, Andre Dixon walked out on us, more importantly he, James Raven, and Jason Mudd embarrassed Adam Barker...
Chris pauses for a brief second.
CCP: This cannot, and WILL not stand. Now, I could take matters into my own hands and handle this issue my self, however, I want to open this spot up to all of you. Use this to SHOW me what you're made of, SHOW me that I'm not waisting my time, and SHOW me why I hand picked each and everyone of you! IT STARTS TONIGHT!
The crowd boo's as the scene cuts back to ringside.
[BLACKMAN, RAVEN, AND MUDD... OH MY!
MASTERS: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome to the ring your reigning Tag Team Champions… AAAAAAANDRE DIXON AND JAAAAAAAMES RAVEEEEN!!!
The camera returns to the heart of the arena where we see Donald Masters standing in the center of the mat with a microphone in hand, dressed to the nines as usual. He points to the stage as a small silver and gold pyrotechnic display goes off atop the ramp. The fans cheer wildly as a mash-up of ‘Gangsta Music’ and ‘Bleed it Out’ hits the speakers, the camera spinning away from the ring to show the bedlam in the stands. Several ‘Blackman and Raven’ tee shirts can be seen, but there are also several anti-Dynamic Duo poster-boards in the crowd held up by the Genesis followers.
DIAMOND: Here they come, boys and girls, the most dominant tag team in the WGWF today!
ROTTEN: Hardly an impressive claim, Derrick. They’re only competing against Heat and Fire… that’s like dominance by default.
DIAMOND: Well, to be fair, they put down Genesis’ top team of Alyssa Ferro and Kenny Radical pretty easily.
There’s an awkward silence as Derrick grins triumphantly.
ROTTEN: I will slap your face off of your face.
Derrick laughs loudly, but Flash is deathly serious. Diamond stops laughing and stares at his partner before speaking again.
DIAMOND: I think someone is just bitter that Dixon walked away from their group.
ROTTEN: I think someone else is just bitter that the Initiative doesn’t even have enough members to field a tag team anymore. HA! Face!
Before Derrick can retaliate the crowd practically blows the roof off of the arena, screaming until their voices go hoarse as the men of the hour finally appear on stage, bursting through the black curtain with a shower of silver sparks and fog. Andre Dixon pounds his fists together violently as he roars at the rafters to the delight of the fans, his title belt strapped tightly around his waist, and James Raven makes his way out behind him with his championship slung over his left shoulder and an ear to ear smile on his face.
DIAMOND: There they are!
ROTTEN: Shoot me now…
Both men have microphones in their hands as they come to a halt at the top of the ramp, both dressed casually in their street clothes and grinning as they look out into the mayhem in the stands and bump fists. It takes nearly twenty seconds, but finally the fans quiet down and the ‘dynamic duo’ lift their mics.
DIXON: Yo, Raven... you remember last week at Spring Slugfest when me and you came out to the ring for our match, and these motha fuckas had the balls to boo us?
RAVEN: Yeah, I think I vaguely remember that.
DIXON: How about when we ripped through the competition, retained our belts, and STILL got booed by some of these punk ass-
James holds a hand up to Andre, cutting his partner off.
RAVEN: You have a point you're about to make, or are you just being bitter?
DIXON: Oh, I got a point, dawg... no one's booing anymore, huh?
There's a large cheering in the crowd as Raven and Dixon grin and once more bump fists, readjusting their title belts as they listen to the roar of the fans.
RAVEN: Nah, no one's booing now... not now that we're the still undisputed tag team champions of the world!
Crowd pop.
DIXON: Not now that we've established ourselves as one of the most dominant duos of the modern era!
An even louder crowd pop.
RAVEN: Not now that we've walked away from the stable that couldn't be walked away from and put a target on their god damned bac-
DIXON: Yo, Raven... Paul Frost turned on them before I did.
Raven stops and strokes his chin thoughtfully as the fans sit on the edge of their seats.
DIXON: Remember? 4-4-11?
RAVEN: Shit, you're right... well fuck it, we did it a hell of a lot more interestingly!
There's another massive pop from the fans, and Raven and Dixon stand proudly, surveying the bedlam in the stands before slowly turning around and looking at the stage itself. They scratch their heads in confusion, and then turn out towards the stands again.
DIXON: Here's the thing, though, I remember doing all the shit that we just mentioned to ya'll... but I feel like this stage is a little empty. Is there something we're forgetting?
RAVEN: Some little detail?
DIXON: A person maybe?
RAVEN: Or a couple of persons?
Before either of them can say another word, “Scream Aim Fire” by Bullet for my Valentine blares over the speakers and sends the fans into a frenzy they hadn't yet achieved tonight. Without delay, Jason Mudd and Ashley Divine make their way out onto the ramp with Dixon and Raven, both grinning just as wide as the champions as they come to a stop with microphones of their own in hand.
MUDD: What the fuck is up?!?
The foundation of the GOA shakes uncontrollably as the fans stomp their feet in the bleachers and clap their hands in thunderous unison. Mudd and Dixon shake hands and smile while Divine and Raven exchange a brief one armed hug, whispering to each other over the noise. Finally James waves his arms and the building quiets down.
DIXON: Now ever since Slugfest went off the air, we've all been hearing the same word over and over again. Phone calls-
DIVINE: Text messages-
MUDD: E-mails-
RAVEN: People blowin' up my pager...
His three partners turn to look at him, and he shrugs his shoulders helplessly.
RAVEN: What? Change scares me... I stick with the technology that I know. I'm going to go home and watch a beta-max tape too, don't hate.
Jason Mudd shakes his head in disbelief, but quickly continues speaking.
MUDD: One word, people, that's all we've been hearing. Facebook messages-
DIXON: Instant messenger chats-
DIVINE: Web-cam chats-
RAVEN: Postcards...
MUDD: What the fuck, man? You're still using postcards?
DIXON: Forget that, Jason, what's your girl doing on a webcam?
Ashley Divine mutters something, fidgeting uncomfortably as all three men turn their attention from Ravens technical ineptitude to Ashley's potential “$24.99 per half hour” income supplementation.
DIVINE: Moving on, we've heard one word again and again and again... 'Why'?
DIXON: Yo, bitch, don't change the subject.
Mudd elbows Dixon in the ribs and Andre casts his eyes down on the floor in disappointment as Divine continues to speak, Raven still snickering in the background.
DIVINE: Why did each of us do what we did? Why did Andre walk away from the men that put him on the map in this company? Why did James Raven turn down an opportunity that could have made him a World champion once again? Why did Jason Mudd and I align ourselves with two men that the rest of this company wants to bury when we could have had a better chance at success sticking to ourselves like we usually do?
RAVEN: There's actually a better question than 'why', though... 'why the fuck not'?
There's another loud explosion of cheers in the stands, but it's clear that the foursome are just getting started. The kid gloves are off, and in the words of a wise man, “shit's about to get real”.
DIXON: It was an easy fucking decision, believe you me... I could give you a million reasons that Adam put in my head as to why Genesis was good for me, but I can't give you one honest one as to why this isn't better. Genesis preached equality of members, they told us it was a movement to ensure the success of each and every member, but that was bull shit... where was my helping hand? Where was my army backing me up? I sat there and played enforcer for Seth Stevens more times than I want to remember, I handed Chris Page the title on a silver platter, I watched Alyssa Ferro get treated like the next big fucking thing... and all I ever got was rematch after rematch with Bigg Rigg where I was left to fend for my goddamn self.
RAVEN: Man, I left the worlds smallest violin at home tonight...
DIXON: Helping or hurting, asshole, helping or hurting?
RAVEN: My bad, carry on.
DIXON: The more I thought about it, the more I realized I've had one dude in my corner since I came into this place... the cracker to my left. Don't get it twisted, ya'll, this ain't no “Brokeback” shit, but the guy is real. I won War Games and he never once complained, I passed him in merch sales and he didn't say shit, and even after I ditched his ass for Genesis, he's still helped me get more championship gold on my mantle than Genesis ever even put me in contention for...
The camera pans momentarily from Dixon over to Mudd and Divine who look almost bored. When Jason sees the camera on him, he uses his left index finger and thumb to create a small hole and uses his right index finger to thrust in and out of it. Divine simply smiles and mouths the word “homos” as the camera returns to Dixon and Raven.
DIXON: Like I said... easy fucking decision. Stay with the people that use me, or beat they ass with the ones that don't.
DIVINE: Queer.
DIXON: What the fuck did you just say?
MUDD: Nothing man, I just didn't realize that you were a staff writer for the Lifetime Channel. That was a compelling speech. Was it supposed to be for Meredith Baxter, or Sally Struthers originally?
DIXON: Man, fuck you... tell a black man to speak, but if it isn't about rap music or basketball I'm a fucking fag. My bad, ya'll, let me go back to bitchin' about Tupac getting' shot.
DIVINE: Good, thank you.
DIXON: Want me to go pick some cotton for you too?
Ashleys eyes grow wide with shock as she recoils ever so slightly.
DIVINE: WHAT!?!?
DIXON: Nothin'.
Raven practically doubles over laughing as Andre looks stone faced as Divine and Mudd, the fans exploding with laughter as all four superstars stare at each other. Finally, Raven takes a step forwards.
RAVEN: What he said, but with less implied cock smoking.
DIXON: Et tu, Raven?
RAVEN: Truth be told, it wasn't a hard decision for me either. See, I've based nearly every decision in my career on one factor... what's best for you guys.
There's a loud pop in the stands, a small “Raven” chant breaking out as the Canadian continues to speak.
RAVEN: I've based everything on what you guys want, and what you need... be it the company that I sign with, the title I go after, the ass hole that I feud with... all of it comes down to being the best I can be for you. All I had to do is ask myself whether the people who've supported me thus far would rather see me join a stable who's primary focus could lead to the destruction of this company, and a steaming pile of shit being dumped on the legacy of this business, or see me take a stand and do anything within my power to put that group down like the pack of diseased dogs they are. Fuck Adam Barker. Fuck Chris Page. Fuck Genesis. I think I made the right call.
There's another massive pop, but to this point Jason Mudd still looks bored. With it clear that Raven is finished, Mudd finally steps forward.
MUDD: So we know why Dixon bailed, and we know why my man James told Barker to 'sit and spin', but no one really knows why I joined the rebellion as it were... the way I see it, you have a half dozen pussies in Genesis and only one of them actually has a twat. That whole group is one massive sausage fest, man!
There's an explosion of laughter in the stands, and Dixon tilts his head back in uproarious laughter.
MUDD: Actually, I retract my previous statement. They SAY that Alyssa Ferro is their communal vagina, but I'm pretty sure she might be the only one in their circle jerk that's actually got a pair of balls...
RAVEN: Nothing but dudes... that's a shitload of double dutch rudders going around man.
DIVINE: What the fuck is a dutch rudder?
Dixon grins and looks down at Divine.
RAVEN: You don't get out much, do you? Watch “Zach and Miri make a Porno”.
DIVINE: I get out all the time, you're the one that still needs to come out.
James falls silent.
DIXON: YO! She called you a fag!
DIVINE: I wouldn't laugh too hard, you're the one “he just can't quit”.
DIXON: What the fuck does that mean?
DIVINE: You don't get out much, do you? Watch “Brokeback Mountain”.
This time it's Andre who falls silent, much to the crowds amusement. Eventually Mudd stops Ashley.
MUDD: Don't kid yourself, Ashley, this group here is the woman's stable of the WGWF. We're all certified orgasm donors, our licenses say so. Take a look around you, and tell me that you don't get a little wet... Raven and I are the two sexiest sons of bitches this place has ever seen, and Andre's... well... black.
DIXON: What's that supposed to mean?
RAVEN: Think, man. What do they say about black guys?
DIXON: We like chicken?
MUDD: No... well, yes... but we're talking about something else.
DIXON: Kool Aid?
Ashley walks up to Andre, slowly running her fingers down his chest and towards his belt.
DIVINE: Hey, 'Dre? What was that thing you wanted to show me backstage?
He pauses to think for a moment, and then he suddenly grins from ear to ear and nods his head frantically.
DIXON: YEP!!!
Ashley Divine begins to back away from Andre, but he can't pull his eyes away from her as she moves back over to Mudd.
DIVINE: Can I help you?
DIXON: No way in hell your chesticles are real.
DIVINE: No shit, they're fake.
DIXON: I KNEW IT! They may be fake, but they sure are nice...
He slowly turns to face Jason Mudd.
DIXON: How much they cost?
MUDD: For me? Free. For you? $500 a minute.
Mudd and Divine laugh and hug, but Dixon immediately digs into his back pocket and pulls out his wallet. Before he can say or do anything to offend his new allies, Raven quickly grabs his arm and begins to drag him off of the stage and behind the black curtain as Divine screams at him over the music that's beginning to play on the speakers.
RAVEN: Alright, people, that's it for us tonight but we'll be back soon... I guarantee it. Have a safe drive home and tip your waitresses!
The tag team champions disappear, and slowly Jason Mudd and Ashley Divine follow. The crowd rises to it's collective feet, and the camera slowly fades backstage.
MATCH 4:
WGWF TELEVISION CHAMPIONSHIP
"REAL AMERICAN" TERRY BORDEN vs NATHAN LUCAS (c)
Masters: Ladies and Gentleman, the following contest is scheduled for one fall, and is for the WGWF TELEVISION CHAMPIONSHIP!
The crowd explodes, the cheers reach a fever pitch as "Real American" by Rick Derringer hits the speakers!
Masters: Introducing first, the challenger... about to make his way to the ring... THE "REAL AMERICAN" TERRY BORDEN!
Borden steps out in front of the crowd in his yellow nut hugger style tights, red knee pads, yellow boots, with an AMERICANMANIACS t-shirt! He's waving Old Glory high in the air as he walks towards the ring!
Rotten: You've got to be kidding me. Borden, who hasn't had a match in months walks back into the company and automatically gets a shot at Nathan Lucas?
Borden reaches ringside where he passes the American Flag to the ring attendant before making his way up the steel steps, he steps into the ring, and as he does he instantly rips off the t-shirt before throwing it out into the crowd. Borden cups his right hand to his ear. The crowd explodes which causes him to flex the pythons as the music fades out.
Masters: And introducing his opponent...
"Amazing" by Kanye West ft. Young Jeezy hits the speakers to a pop from the crowd.
Masters: About to make his way to the ring, he is the WGWF TV Champion, NATHAN LUCAS!
The arena lights fade down to a dull glow, just above a full blackout, but enough that barely anything is visible... and slowly a beat jungle drums creeps up on the sound system as a small fog begins to form on the entrance ramp. The fans applaud as Kanye West's voice begins to make it's auto-tuned way through the arena.
"It's Amazing... I'm the reason, everybody's fired up this evening. I'm exhausted, barely breathing, holdin' on to what I believe in."
A single spotlight shines directly down from the rafters, illuminating the stage with silver and light blue light. The fog continues to swirl, and we see a shadowy figure emerge from behind the curtain, his head down and unassuming. The fans know who it is, though, and the groundswell of support begins to build.
"No matter what, you'll never take that from me! My reign is as far as your eyes can see!"
Slowly, the spotlight goes out and the fog rises through the air, shrouding the figure on the stage eerily as the fans continue to cheer. He lifts his head slowly to look out at the crowd, and he lifts his arms up and out at shoulder level, soaking it all in.
"It's Amazing..."
BOOM!
A small blue and silver pyrotechnical display goes off atop the ramp, the arena lights returning to full blast as the fans explode along with the sparks. As the smoke clears, the figure steps forward until he's fully revealed... Nathan Lucas!
"So Amazing..."
BOOM!
The PWE rookie is here, and he looks ready for battle! His hair is stylishly gelled, his face slightly rugged with five o'clock shadow. His chest is bare, black athletic tape wrapped tightly around each wrist under his mixed martial arts styled gloves. He wears black shorts, his name written vertically on each leg, and a cursive 'N.L.' logo printed on the rear. He pauses, looking out into the arena with a content grin on his face, and slowly he begins to make his way down to the ring.
"So Amazing..."
BOOM!
He slaps hands with the fans on his way down the ramp, even posing for a picture with one young child. They reach over the barricade to pat his back, encouraging him before his upcoming match. Finally, he reaches the bottom of the ramp, pausing and once more holding his arms up to soak in the adulation.
"So Amazing..."
BOOM!
"It's Amazing..."
He sprints at the ring, leaping straight up in the air and landing on the ring apron as four pyro's go off, one from the top of each turnbuckle, and as the smoke clears he finally steps through the ropes and into the ring. The fans continue to cheer as he stretches slightly in the ring, retreating to his corner to wait for the opening bell, listening to the last line of music before it fades out and gives way to silence.
"I'm a monster, I'm a killer, I know I'm wrong... yeah... I'm a problem that'll never ever be solved!"
DING....DING...... DING.....
Diamond: We're underway, can Borden catch lightning in a bottle for a second time?
Rotten: HELL NO!
Borden and Lucas circle each other before locking up center ring. Lucas and Borden jockey for position before it's Borden who shoves Lucas back on his ass! The crowd pops as Borden flexes his pythons before telling Lucas to get up! Lucas, who is a little shocked gets back to his feet, they lock up once again, and again it's Borden who shoves Lucas back to the mat, which is met with another pose. Lucas, gets back to a vertical base. They look to lock up, but it's Lucas who shoots low with a single leg take down, Borden is quickly to his feet, he charges Lucas who ducks a running clothesline attempt which sends Borden bouncing off the ropes into a Belly To Belly over head throw from Lucas! Lucas quickly makes the cover.
Referee: ONE.... TWO..... T
Borden kicks out. Lucas works his way to a vertical base before picking up Borden, as he does Borden thumbs Lucas in the eye before shooting him across the ring into a neutral corner which Borden follows up with a running clothesline! Borden scoops up Lucas before slamming him to the mat in the center of the ring. Borden drops a elbow across the chest, he gets up to his feet before dropping a second elbow across the chest, he reaches his feet faking a third elbow, but instead rakes Lucas across the face with his right boot! Borden reaches down, picking up Lucas before taking him up and over with a Suplex! Borden makes a cover hooking a leg.
Referee: ONE.... TWO.... T
Lucas kicks out! Borden locks in a rear chin lock, but it doesn't hold Lucas down. Lucas works his way to a vertical base before backing Borden up into the ropes, Lucas fires Borden across the ring, he bounces off the ropes taking Lucas down with a running shoulder block. Borden hits the far side, Lucas rolls over to his chest, Borden leaps over Lucas bouncing off the near side, Lucas springs to his feet where he drives Borden into the mat with a effective Spinbuster Slam! The crowd pops as Lucas looks for the Triangle Choke, but Borden quickly escapes to the ropes causing the referee to break the hold.
Diamond: One has to wonder whats running through Lucas mind, ever since Gilmour stole the TV Title just last week at Spring Slugfest.
Lucas breaks the hold which allows Borden to reach a vertical base. Lucas and Borden circle each other before looking to lock up, Nathan drops down taking a back waist lock on Borden before hurling him backwards with a release German Suplex! Lucas makes a cover.
Referee: ONE.... TWO.... THRE
Borden kicks out. Lucas works his way to a vertical base, he picks up Borden before shooting him into a neutral corner, Lucas charges in after Borden, but it's Borden who manages to land a reverse elbow staggering Lucas out towards the center of the ring. Borden comes out of the corner, Lucas swings, Borden ducks before catching Lucas with a Atomic Drop! Borden spins Lucas around before catching him with an Inverted Atomic Drop! Borden laces Lucas across the chest with a knife edge chop drawing a "WOOOO" from the crowd, Borden nails Lucas with a right hand knocking him back into the ropes, Borden shoots Lucas across the ring and into the ropes, Lucas bounces off the ropes and into a Running Clothesline by Borden which sends Lucas crashing to the mat. Lucas pops up off the mat before eating a body slam by Borden. The crowd roars as Borden cups his hand to his ear before asking the crowd if they want the 1,2,3 by slapping his hands together.
Diamond: Don't waist time Terry! Do it!
Borden picks up Lucas before shooting him into the ropes with a Irish Whip. Lucas bounces off the ropes ducking underneath a Big Boot attempt by Borden, Lucas bounces off the near side catching Borden with a running High Knee to the face knocking him to the mat. Borden pops back up to his feet, he sent sailing into a set of buckles, Lucas charges Borden catching him with a running knee to the face/bulldog headlock combo from the corner driving Borden into the mat! Lucas makes a cover hooking the far leg!
Referee: ONE...... TWO....... THRE
The crowd explodes as Borden kicks out with authority before quickly making his way to both knees. He looks at Lucas as he blows air out his mouth. Lucas comes forward nailing Borden with a right hand to the skull, which has no effect. He nails Borden with a second right hand, and again there's no effect, but it's Borden who gets to one knee, he begins to shake as Lucas nails him a third time. The crowd roars as Borden stands to his feet, and what can only be described as "Hulking Up", Borden makes his way around the ring. Lucas lands a third right hand, but it's Borden who points at Lucas drawing a "YOU" chant from the GOA.
Rotten: Someone shoot me.
Lucas swings with another right hand, this one is blocked, and it's Borden with three straight right hands which knocks Lucas back into the ropes. Borden fires Lucas across the ring with a Irish Whip, Lucas bounces off the ropes eating a Big Boot to the face which sends him crashing to the mat! Borden cups his hand to his ear before slapping his hands together 3 times, asking the crowd if they want to see the three count. He points at Lucas before bouncing off the ropes, Borden looks to drop the Atomic Leg Drop across the throat, but it's Lucas who quickly rolls out of the way avoiding contact sending Borden crashing into the mat! Lucas counters by locking in The Kimura submission!
Rotten: Kimura, from out of nowhere!!
Borden has no choice, he's forced to tap out!
DING....DING....DING.....
"Amazing" by Kanye West hits the speakers.
Masters: The winner of the match, and still WGWF Television Champion, NATHAN LUCAS!
Lucas releases the hold before helping Borden to his feet. Borden, showing sportsmanship raises Lucas arm in the air.
Rotten: Sucks to be a Champion, and not have your title.
The crowd breaks out into a chorus of boo's as PETER GILMOUR walks out to the top of the ramp, with the WGWF TV Title over his shoulder and microphone in hand.
GILMOUR: Ah, Nathan Lucas... SEE ANYTHING YOU LIKE!
The crowd boo's as Gilmour looks towards the TV title which is over his right shoulder.
GILMOUR: People have questioned why I took the TV Title from you at Spring Slugfest... and, well... it's because you suck!
The crowd boo's louder at Gilmour as he continues.
GILMOUR: Now, I've just come from the office of Adam Barker... and he's informed me, that if I leave this title for you tonight then at Hardcore Hell I'll get my shot! So Lucas, consider what happened at Spring Slugfest nothing short of me putting you on notice! See you soon.
With that Gilmour drops the TV title on to the top of the ramp before walking backstage behind the curtain. Nathan exits the ring, he begins to walk up the ramp, and as he reaches the top he reaches down to pick up the TV title only to have Gilmour cheep shot him with a chair shot to the skull knocking Lucas out cold! The crowd boo's as Gilmour picks up the TV title before putting his right boot on the chest of Lucas. Gilmour raises the TV Title up in the air to huge boo's from the crowd before dropping the title across the motionless body of Nathan Lucas.
Continued in Part 2:
MONDAY NIGHT BRAWL
GRAND OLYMPIC AUDITORIUM
LOS ANGELES, CALIFORNIA
3,500
Monday Night Brawl opens as we are inside the locker room of the Initiative. We see the Worlds Champion Hunter Ryan sitting down and watching the goings on so far with Chamber matches.
Hunter: There’s no doubt about it…Rigg is in his OWN chamber of horrors come Hardcore Hell courtesy of me and hopefully anther Ryan brother…
Cameras pan back showing MDK taping up the writs of Nick who is sitting on a chair
Nick: Damn right
Cameras show Nick’s ribs tapped up from Slugfest
MDK: You sure? Those ribs….Andre will come at them with no mercy
Nick: Take them off
MDK: Now you’re thinking
As MDK removes the tape from Nick’s mid-section, Hunter walks into the frame
Hunter: More guts than brains right Nick?
Nick: Yep that’s why this guys going to watch my back during the match
MDK: I’m begging for CCP to show his face or anyone else for that matter. I want to show the GOA I haven’t lost the Hell Shot.
Hunter: No doubt good luck Nick…hey wait…where’s Frost?...
The scene fades into the opening video package before the scene fades into the Sold Out Grand Olympic Auditorium. Pyro explodes above the ring, and up the ramp way before our cameras center at ringside with Derrick Diamond and Flash Rotten!
Diamond: Welcome everyone to MONDAY NIGHT BRAWL! Welcome to Los Angeles, Welcome to the Grand Olympic Auditorium where tonight the fall out from Spring Slugfest will take place, and the road to Hardcore Hell begins! Hello everyone, I'm Derrick Diamond being joined always by Flash Rotten, and Flash tonight we've got 5 Qualifying matches for the Elimination Chamber at Hardcore Hell where the World Title will be up for grabs!
Rotten: Boring! What tonight is all about is a celebration... a celebration of the Initiative once again choking under the pressure to CCP and Genesis! What a night Slugfest truly was!
Diamond: It was a night chalked full of surprises, from the returning of M.D.K., to Hunter Ryan defeating Jocelyn Camden is what was nothing short of a CLASSIC!
Rotten: A classic? What are you smoking? CCP wasn't involved in the match, so save the Classics for matches that have his name attached to them.
Diamond: Whatever.
Rotten: Moving on to tonight, yes you said it... 5 Qualifying Matches for the Elimination Chamber are on hand, also tonight the TV Title is up for grabs, we are going to here from MDK and CCP... but more importantly than all of that, tonight we're going to find out why John Stone, John Gambino, and Dean James apparently jumped shipped and joined Genesis. To me, it's a no brainer, all the power lays in CCP's hands. Why wouldn't they want to be a part of that?
Diamond: Why don't we ask Andre Dixon? He walked out on the group.
Rotten: And from what I understand, there's a HEAVY price that shall be paid!
Diamond: It's going to be a rockus night to say the very least. Let's not waist anymore time, take it away Donald Masters...
MATCH 1:
JOHNNY O'BOM vs JASON BLACK
Cinderella man plays and o bom runs out he looks at all hans and runs down the ramp slapping there hands he slides in the ring jumps on apron and does the rockstar sign as he waits for Jason Black to come out. Fog fills the ramp, after about 4 or 5 seconds Jason sprints through the fog, down the ramp and slides into the ring. Johnny O Bom waste's no time as he immediately starts to stomp on Jason's back before he can make his way to his feet. O Bom bounces off the rope, jumps, and hits Jason Black with a hard roundhouse kick right to the face! Black goes down hard! Johnny decides to climb up to the top rope, stands all the way up, and then jumps off with a frog splash! Jason Black moves! Black is able to move out of the way which makes Johnny hit face first into the mat. Jason Black gets up and waits as O Bom slowly makes his way to his feet. As soon as he does Black hits him with a hard boot to the face! Black picks Johnny up immediately, hooks his arm, and lifts him up high in the air before dropping him down with a brutal brainbuster! Black looks ready to end this thing. He picks Johnny up and lifts him over his shoulder before dropping him down on his head with a Tombstone Piledriver! DARKNESS! Black just connected with his signature move DARKNESS! Black hooks O Bom's leg for the pin!
ONE..
TWO..
THREE!!!
WINNER: Jason Black
Rotten: See that Diamond? That's how Genesis takes care of business. No time waisted, nothing but ass kicking at it's finest.
The scene cuts backstage...
CCP AND ADAM BARKER'S ARRIVAL
A black limo is shown pulling into the loading dock of the GOA. The crowd boo's loudly as the limo pulls to a stop where Adam Barker is shown exiting the limo.
Barker: I'm FUCKING PISSED about it!
A voice from inside the limo is heard saying..
"Easy, calm down..."
The crowd's boo's reach a fever pitch as CCP steps out of the limo dressed in black jeans with a t-shirt that reads "THE ONLY LEGEND THAT MATTERS" written across the front of the shirt.
Barker: Easy for you to say Champ! You didn't end up with Mud all over you!
CCP faces Barker...
CCP: Do you think I'm going to let Dixon, Raven, and Mudd get away with a stunt like that?
CCP puts his right hand on the shoulder of Adam Barker.
CCP: It's under control Adam. They will understand what it means when you cross the boss! I got this. Time to rally the troops.
The scene cuts back to ringside...
INITIATIVE IN RING GROUP PROMO
The Lights in the arena go off when all of a sudden...
You ready? Let's go
Yeah, for those of you that want to know what we're all about
It's like this y'all come on
This is ten percent luck, twenty percent skill
Fifteen percent concentrated power of will
Five percent pleasure, fifty percent pain
And a hundred percent reason to remember the name
The Lights in the arena begin to flash as The Initiative walk out onto the entrance ramp. They stand there for a moment and soak up the cheers from the crowd.
Rotten “Well there they are Derrick…the walking…opps I mean limping wounded…I meant the walking dead.”
Diamond “Classy Flash…especially after what went down just seven days ago. Spring Slugfest a bitter sweet event for those few men.”
Mike, he doesn't need his name up in lights
He just wants to be heard whether it's the beat or the mic
He feels so unlike everybody else, alone
In spite of the fact that some people still think that they know him
But fuck 'em he knows the code
It's not about the salary it's all about reality and makin' some noise
Makin' the story makin' sure his clique stays up
That means when he puts it down Tak's pickin' it up, let's go
Nick and MDK are front and center with Hunter and Frost each at their as they form a unified line down to the ramp. Each man is wearing a new version of the Initiative t-shirt. This one has digital camo with the initiative logo right in the center. Hunter and MDK walk up the stairs as Nick and Paul slide in under the bottom rope. Cameras catch Nick sporting a bandage above his left eye as Frost dawn a pair of black shades with a few bruises outline along his face. Nick & Paul gingerly get to their feet as they join MDK & Hunter in the center of the ring.
Rotten “What is up with the cheers for the LOSSERS in the ring Derrick? Sure Hunter won but he beat a chick to keep that Worlds Title and we all know that Nick and Paul came up short not only in the bedroom but in that very ring a week ago.”
Nick pulls a microphone out of his pocket. Nick waits a few moments for the crowd’s cheers to die down before speaking.
Nick Ryan: I wish I could tell you we are all in a good mood tonight. But after the travesty that occurred during the 6 man tag match. We once again did what we do so well and that's shock the world. And with that being said I'll allow the man of the hour to take it from here.
Nick shakes hands with MDK as he hands him the microphone. The crowd is going nuts chanting MDK MDK MDK.
MDK: DAM ITS GOOD TO BE….HOME
Fans POP
MDK: There is no other place I’d rather be than here….FIVE YEARS…FIVE LONG YEARS…I’ve been away but I NEVER stopped watching. And that’s why I’m back today because I NEED TO BE. To be honest with everyone I really had nothing left to prove when I left, sure it wasn’t on the best of terms but the WGWF will always be my home.
Fans POP
MDK: But when I watched my home get torn apart by a bunch of wankers…well I’m just not the type of guy to sit back and do nothing and when I say wankers I mean Famine of the Vile, Dean James, Genesis, Adam Barker and most of all CHRIS PAGE!!!!! That’s right Chris I’m back your biggest headache and nightmare has come back to take care of some unfinished business. We could have taken care of the beating I owe you last Monday but like the gutless wonder you really are, you slithered out of the ring and lived to toke anther day. But that blunt you call a career will soon be stomped out at the hands of the INITIATIVE!!!!!!
Diamond “Five years was WAY TOO LONG….MDK IS BACK….and that spells PAIN for ANYONE who stands in his way…CCP…that means you.”
Rotten “Alright I’ll give him his due Derrick, MDK one of the GREATEST ever is back in the WGWF. But this is PAGE’S WGWF not MDK’s…so unlike Nick and Paul, MDK needs to know his role and stay out of Page’s way and spotlight.”
MDK enjoys the GOA’s cheers as Nick brings the mic back up to his lips.
Nick: Now we move from celebration to conspiracy…..BIGG RIGG…..JOHN STONE….(fans boo)….I think we all know what happened last night…on a night that Genesis was on the EDGE of totally and utter annihilation….the Initiative…..the Initiative was SCREWED!!!!!
Fans boo as they watch the footage
Rotten “THE BEST PART OF THE PPV”
Nick: The acts of Stone and Rigg will NOT…I repeat NOT GO UNPUNISHED….to quote our own president “JUTICE WILL BE DONE”…. But TONIGHT….I have a Chamber to qualify for because I can still walk sort of….but this man…a former three time worlds champion…he can’t…because of the actions of Genesis and a handful of other so called men…this man is not medically cleared to compete tonight…..
Fans boo as cameras turn to Paul Frost who has been leaning up against the ropes for the entire segment so far. Paul is handed the mic as “perfection” pauses for a moment as he takes off his shades revealing bandages that lay above & below his right & left eye as he looks towards the entrance way for a moment. Before bringing the mic to his lips.
Frost: What can be said that hasn’t already been said on tweeter, face book, the internet, radio and TV. The actions that were taken against US were nothing short of vile, disgusting, painful, career ENDING….but that’s nothing new when you dealing with scum such as Famine, Genesis and the rest of those so called stars not even worth wasting my breath on. I’ll say this which echoes Nick…YOUR TIME WILL COME (fans pop)….make NO mistake when we say that…look inside this ring…TWO HALL OF FAMERS and a combined….SIX WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIPS ….our word is our bond….unlike most sitting in the back watching us right now…see I could come out here and be upset at what happened…I could come out and whine and complain about the match or I could come out and give an inspirational speech but that would get me ABSOULTY NOTHING.
Diamond “Hun?”
Frost: When I joined this group it was because of ONE MAN….that same man who is pulling the strings of this place to this very day. If you don’t know who I’m talking about then you must have been living under a rock for the past five years. Three out of the four men in this ring KNOW who I’m talking about….EVERYONE in the back…the same people who watched the beat down last week and did NOTHING…. KNOW who I’m talking about. But now I’m just DONE talking…..actions speak louder than words….tonight my actions will speak LOUDER than words could every say…cleared or not…tonight…PERFECTION makes a statement…count on it.
With that Paul puts his shades back on as Nick is handed back the mic as most of the Initiative members nod in agreement at Paul’s statement as Frost leans back up against the ropes.
Nick: Speaking of LOUD…..a few weeks ago this man returned to the WGWF….he returned to his fans and just last Monday he came to US….after what happened last week…this MAN was the only non group member to see how we were doing. This man represents the future of this very company and the future of wrestling fans EVERYWHERE. May I introduce to you the MASCOTT of the Initiative…AXEL THE SHARK!!!!!
Fans especially the youngsters in the crowd pop huge as the lights dim dark blue as “Rock lobster” hits the PA and out of the entrance way comes Axel the Shark sporting an Initiative Tee as he throws a few shirts into the crowd as he makes his way down into the ring.
Rotten “Oh no.”
Diamond “OH YES…WHAT A MOMENT FOR THE YOUTH MOVEMENT OF THE WGWF.”
Axel continues to welcome the crowd as he slides into the ring as Nick & Axel share in an embrace as he is handed a mic.
Axel: GIVE ME A SHEEL YEAH!!!!!
“SHELL YEAH”
Axel: That’s what I love to hear from each and every one of my little guppies out there in the WGWF universe. See tonight the greatest protector of each and every little guppy in the ocean joins the pack to reel in our own catch of the day and mount the heads of Genesis on our walls!!!!
Fans pop
Axel: Then after it’s safe to go back into the water again….POOL PARTY at my AQUARIUM and YOUR ALL INVITED!!!!!
Huge pop
Nick: FINALLY…ITS TIME TO CELBRATE YOUR WGWF WORLDS HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION….HUNTER RYAN!!!!!
Hunter is handed a mic from a stage hand. The Brawl crowd erupts in a sea of cheers us Hunter proudly raises the World Championship high above his head. Hunter walks around all four corners of the ring as all the members of the Initiative congratulate the current Worlds Champion. Hunter throws his belt over his left shoulder as he begins to address the crowd.
Hunter:Hunter: You know, for a long time now, Genesis has been running rampant in this company. Doing as they please and ambushing whoever they please. For a long time now, Chris Page has convinced himself that he's the man around here, despite one key thing...
Hunter holds up the World Title and the crowd explodes.
Hunter: Page may have it in his head that he's the "real" champion around here. He may have even convinced his goons the same thing. But here's what gets me about all that. If he is preaching that he's the man...if he's preaching that he's the heartbeat of this company...than what he's pretty much telling that so-called family of his is that they are all inferior to him and always will be. You see...the Initiative have never been that way. We've always held each member to an equal playing field and despite any bump in the road, we bounce back with a vengeance.
Another pop from the sold-out crowd.
Hunter: Last Monday night, I retained this World Title against a woman who has already carved her name into the history books in this company as the most dominant female competitor to ever step through those ropes. Jocelyn Camden vs. Hunter Ryan will go down in history as arguably the greatest World Title match to ever be booked on a WGWF card of any kind...and you know something, Camden? I think we're just getting started!
The loudest pop of the night! Hunter starts to pass the mic but then stops. He puts the mic back up to his lips and turns to his brother.
Hunter: Nick, I have one thing I want to get off my chest having said all that. For months now, Genesis has gotten the upper hand on us more times than I care to admit. While both families took a hit at Slug Fest, because we're already behind the eight ball, losing Rigg and Stone put us even farther behind.
Nick starts to nod and say something but Hunter puts his hand up to cut him off. He turns to MDK.
Hunter: MDK is a huge addition, but it's been a minute since he's really done anything around here. Hell, who knows just how much rust he needs to chip off before he's even ready to back us up against Page and those jokers. So Nick, you've been the brain child behind this group for years now. This recent revival seems to have more strong points than low. But I'm telling you right now...not as your brother...not as a member of this group...but as the World Heavyweight Champion...I'm done with getting our asses handed to us every other week. Right this ship now or you just may lose the head to this snake.
Hunter tosses the mic to his brother and slides out of the ring with his title slung over his shoulder. He gets to the announcers table and turns back to the ring, looks right into Nick's eyes, nods, then heads to the back.
MATCH 2:
ELIMINATION CHAMBER QUALIFYING MATCH
NON TITLE
HEAT vs "BIGG RIGG" JOHN GAMBINO (c)
Fans rise to there feet as "Sweet Child O' Mine" by Guns N' Roses rips across the sound system as the lights blink red and yellow as Heat makes his way out on stage. He raises his arms to have two huge fire balls go off at the bottom if the stage as he makes his way towards the ring. Heat paces back and forth awaiting Gambino. Moments later "Empire state of mind" -Jay-Z and Alicia Keys blast from the PA system as the lights go out. Bright lights shine across the stage where Gambino stands. After a few seconds he walks down the ramp staring down Heat in the ring. He climbs into the ring and awaits the bell but doesn’t take his eyes off Heat.
Diamond: Here we go, two big guys in a big match.
Rotten: Expect some fireworks cause this is to get into the elimination chamber, and both of these guys are looking to sneak into the world title picture.
Diamond: Indeed.
DING! DING! DING!
The two lock up in the center of the ring Heat grabbing a slight advantage pushing Gambino, but Gambino quickly turns it around and turns into a headlock on Heat. Gambino doesn’t let Heat escape as he nails a huge right hand to the face dropping Heat. Heat immediately springing to a vertical base but run into a quick clothesline from Gambino. Gambino has no time to rest as Heat gets back up again quickly. Gambino looks for another clothesline but Heat ducks it sneaks behind and gets Gambino into a rollup.
1..2.
Kick out By Gambino fast.
Diamond: Clever move by Heat.
Rotten: It’s going to take more than a pathetic rollup to defeat Gambino.
Diamond: Please, he almost got the 3 count.
Gambino gets up to his feet but Heat meets him with a boot to the midsection and lands a thunderous DDT. Heat not wasting any time stands Gambino up and looks for the heatstroke but Gambino counters and slides down over Heats shoulder. Gambino turns Heat around and lands a European uppercut dropping Heat to the matt. Gambino backs into the corner and crouches down setting up for the rage. Heat makes his way to his feet and Gambino sprints but Heat dives to the side and Gambino nails the ring post with his shoulder. Heat tries to capitalize and dropkicks Gambino in the back sending him into the corner.
Diamond: Gambino may have seriously injured his shoulder hitting the post that hard.
Rotten: No way, loot at this guy he is huge he can take way worse punishment than that.
Heat starts hammering away at Gambino with right hands one after another. Gambino blocks Heats punch and lands a string of 3 punches on Heat. Heat is staggered on his feet and Gambino kicks him in the midsection. He puts Heat’s head between his legs and lifts him up. He stalls with Heat in the air before slamming him down with tremendous force. Gambino turns Heat over and hooks the far leg.
1...2...thre No!
Heat gets his foot on the rope at the last second, and Gambino sits up furiously.
Diamond: Damn was that close.
Rotten: I thought Heat was done for sure, that power bomb was vicious.
Gambino stands up and looks at Heat in disbelief. Gambino helps Heat to a vertical base and picks him up for a spine buster but Heat turns it into a big DDT. Both men are stirring on the matt in pain. Heat is first to his feet, he picks up Gambino before shooting him into the ropes, Gambino bounces off the ropes splitting Heat damn near in two pieces with the RAGE! Gambino covers Heat.
Referee: ONE..... TWO..... THREE!!
DING....DING....DING....
Masters: The winner of the match, and Qualifying for the Elimination Chamber, JOHN GAMBINO!
Hunter Ryan: A true test... Gambino's got a target on his back, and come Hardcore Hell I'll exact a little revenge for him walking out on the Initiative!
Rotten: Or, you'll get your ass kicked!
The scene cuts backstage...
JASON MUDD PROMO
We see Denise Essex backstage, her attention suddenly diverted to a certain man walking down the hallway, in her direction. How couldn't her attention be on him? It's Jason Mudd, after all. Beside him is his manager, Ashley Divine, they lost in some conversation and almost walk right by Denise Essex...
Denise Essex: Jason Mudd?
Ashley and Jason stop mid sentence and turn their attention to the reporter.
Jason Mudd: Yeah?
Essex is ogling over Jason Mudd, her eyes practically undressing him. Ashley Divine simply rolls her eyes.
Denise Essex: Wow... what they say about you in person is true...
Jason Mudd: Huh?
Ashley Divine: Do you need something honey? Or you window shopping for something that is WAY outside your pay check?
Denise Essex blinks for a few seconds, blushing slightly before coming to her senses. She clears her throat and puts on a half em brassed smile, trying to be as professional as possible. Ashley Divine simply rolls her eyes again, Jason Mudd grinning from ear to ear.
Denise Essex: Sorry about that. It's just, after what you did at Spring Slugfest to Adam Barker and aligning yourself with the Tag champs in Dixon and Raven as they parted completely from Genesis... I just don't know where to start. There's so many questions.
Jason Mudd chuckles to the question.
Jason Mudd: Like what?
Denise Essex: For starters... why?
Jason Mudd: Why what? Why side with the tag team champions? Or why dump half a ton of mud on the dirt bag running this business?
Denise Essex seems shocked by the counter question, blinking a few times before finding her voice.
Denise Essex: ... Both?
Jason Mudd: You really want to know?
Denise Essex: Yes.
Denise Essex gives Jason her full attention, the WGWF's new Premier Asshole grinning from ear to ear again.
Jason Mudd: Because I can.
Denise Essex looks obviously confused.
Denise Essex: I don't get it... you can?
Jason Mudd: Freedom is an amazing thing. Genesis doesn't care too much for freedom. So, fuck 'em, you know?
Denise Essex shakes her head a little, shocking words. Ashley Divine takes a step forward, Essex's attention going to her.
Ashley Divine: Listen. I'll dumb this down for you.
Denise Essex seems to take a little offense, but doesn't say anything. She lets Ashley Divine explain.
Ashley Divine: Genesis has control in the WGWF because everyone lets them have it. Everyone's afraid. They don't understand what real freedom is, from Genesis anyway. Even The Initiative, they're stuck in their little loop of playing Genesis's games. What would you expect Jason Mudd to do here? Side with Genesis? He said it best. Fuck Them. You expect him to be part of the super hero squad, The Initiative? Please. They've not accomplished a damn thing except manage to keep the World title around Hunter Ryan's waste. And after the Elimination Chamber later this month, I doubt they will even have that.
Denise Essex: I see...
Jason Mudd wraps an arm around Ashley Divine's shoulder and gives a soft chuckle.
Jason Mudd: For some reason, I doubt it. But you will, in due time. I understand everyone wants answers. They will get them. In. Due. Time. For now, we have somewhere to be. Thanks for the chat.
Jason Mudd gives a wink to Essex, causing her to blush again. With that, Jason Mudd and Ashley Divine walk down the hallway, taking a left toward their destination.
MATCH 3:
ELIMINATION CHAMBER QUALIFYING MATCH
FIRE vs ZACH RIZZA
"The Next Big Thing" by Jim Johnson blasts in the arena and the fans get on their feet. Fire walks out from the back fired up. The fireballs go off on stage and he proceeds down to the ring. Fire slides in to the ring and runs in a couple of circles. He leans back into the far corner and awaits his opponent. "Real Big" by Mannie Fresh Hits and the fans stay on their feet to cheer Zach Rizza. Zach Rizza wastes no time getting down the ramp and into the ring. Fire is pacing in the corner looking at Rizza and Rizza on the other side is calm and still.
DING! DING! DING!
Diamond: Here we go, these two guys are also battling for a way into the elimination chamber coming up.
Rotten: These qualifying matches really bring out the best in these superstars.
Rizza looks to lock up but Fire runs and lands a dropkick to the knee of Rizza. Rizza hits the deck and Fire springs off the ropes and lands up leg drop to the back of the head of Rizza. Heat gets up quickly again as does Rizza, Zach charges towards heat but Heat ducks a clothesline, waits for Rizza to turn around and lands a standing dropkick.
Rotten: wow fire is really impressive here in the early going.
Diamond: Yeah it seems he is outsmarting and just outwrestling Rizza.
Fire gets up and begins to stomp on the downed Rizza. Fire begins to stand Rizza up but Rizza surprises fire with a big uppercut sending Fire backwards and Rizza rushes him with a big boot. Rizza immediately grabs Fire and gets him to a vertical base. He sizes him up lands a kick to the midsection and into a double arm hook DDT. Rizza grabs heat by the neck and rises him to his feet. He immediately sends Fire back down with a big spine buster. Rizza goes for a quick cover.
1…
Quick Kick out by Fire. Rizza stands Him up again and looks for the Rizzatude adjustment but Fire lands an elbow to Rizza’s face interrupting him. Fire throws a couple of right hands knocking back Rizza with each one. Fire backs up and begins to run and connects with a spinning heel kick dropping Rizza hard. Fire stirs on the matt for a few seconds before getting up. He begins to scale the top rope. At the top he stands up tall and launches himself looking for the frog splash. Rizza rolls out of the way at the last seconds and Fire crashes to the matt hard. Fire rolls around the ring in severe pain.
Diamond: So close with that one, if he would have landed the frog splash I think it could have been over right there.
Rotten: Yeah but Rizza is smart, he saw it coming and he isn’t going to let heat beat him for the elimination chamber spot that easy.
Rizza gets up and looks at fire down on the matt. He walks over and picks Fire up to his feet. Fire breaks from Rizza’s hold and starts throwing numerous right hands backing up Rizza with each one. Rizza eventually counters one and rakes the eyes of Fire. Rizza in pain holding his jaw grabs heat and looks for the rizzatude adjustment one more time. Heat again has none of it breaking free from the hold and runs to the ropes. He slings off of the ropes and both men collide with a double clothesline. The two men lay flat in the middle of the ring.
Diamond: Oh my god, these guys were both thinking the same thing on that one. I don’t think either of them got the better of the clothesline.
Rotten: Yeah they collided pretty hard, right here it’s whoever wants in the chamber more!
Diamond: That’s correct both of these men want it, but who is going to get up and seize the opportunity!
Both Fire and Rizza reach a vertical base with Fire charging Rizza who ducks under a Fire clothesline attempt, Fire bounces off the ropes into the RIZZATUDE ADJUSTMENT! Rizza makes the cover!
Referee: ONE..... TWO...... THREE!!
DING....DING....DING....
Masters: The winner of the match, and QUALIFYING for the Elimination Chamber, ZACH RIZZA!!
Diamond: That's two men who's qualified. Gambino and Rizza will both be involved in the Elimination Chamber!
Hunter Ryan: I've got nothing negative to say about Rizza, the guy is a Superstar, and now he's got a golden opportunity at Hardcore Hell.
Rotten: Hunter Ryan, staying positive about people. Huge Shocker.
The scene cuts back to the locker room...
GENESIS GAME PLAN
We open inside the locker room of Genesis where Chronic Chris Page is shown standing in front of Alyssa Ferro, Kenny Radical, Seth Stevens, and Jason Black who are all seated at a table.
CCP: The issues with the Initiative and Genesis are through as far as I'm concerned, or they will be. Paul Frost, he's MY target at this point. What he did to me on 4/4/11 will not go unpunished... but...
Chris looks across Genesis as he continues.
CCP: Our War has just taken an unexpected turn. At Slugfest, Andre Dixon walked out on us, more importantly he, James Raven, and Jason Mudd embarrassed Adam Barker...
Chris pauses for a brief second.
CCP: This cannot, and WILL not stand. Now, I could take matters into my own hands and handle this issue my self, however, I want to open this spot up to all of you. Use this to SHOW me what you're made of, SHOW me that I'm not waisting my time, and SHOW me why I hand picked each and everyone of you! IT STARTS TONIGHT!
The crowd boo's as the scene cuts back to ringside.
[BLACKMAN, RAVEN, AND MUDD... OH MY!
MASTERS: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome to the ring your reigning Tag Team Champions… AAAAAAANDRE DIXON AND JAAAAAAAMES RAVEEEEN!!!
The camera returns to the heart of the arena where we see Donald Masters standing in the center of the mat with a microphone in hand, dressed to the nines as usual. He points to the stage as a small silver and gold pyrotechnic display goes off atop the ramp. The fans cheer wildly as a mash-up of ‘Gangsta Music’ and ‘Bleed it Out’ hits the speakers, the camera spinning away from the ring to show the bedlam in the stands. Several ‘Blackman and Raven’ tee shirts can be seen, but there are also several anti-Dynamic Duo poster-boards in the crowd held up by the Genesis followers.
DIAMOND: Here they come, boys and girls, the most dominant tag team in the WGWF today!
ROTTEN: Hardly an impressive claim, Derrick. They’re only competing against Heat and Fire… that’s like dominance by default.
DIAMOND: Well, to be fair, they put down Genesis’ top team of Alyssa Ferro and Kenny Radical pretty easily.
There’s an awkward silence as Derrick grins triumphantly.
ROTTEN: I will slap your face off of your face.
Derrick laughs loudly, but Flash is deathly serious. Diamond stops laughing and stares at his partner before speaking again.
DIAMOND: I think someone is just bitter that Dixon walked away from their group.
ROTTEN: I think someone else is just bitter that the Initiative doesn’t even have enough members to field a tag team anymore. HA! Face!
Before Derrick can retaliate the crowd practically blows the roof off of the arena, screaming until their voices go hoarse as the men of the hour finally appear on stage, bursting through the black curtain with a shower of silver sparks and fog. Andre Dixon pounds his fists together violently as he roars at the rafters to the delight of the fans, his title belt strapped tightly around his waist, and James Raven makes his way out behind him with his championship slung over his left shoulder and an ear to ear smile on his face.
DIAMOND: There they are!
ROTTEN: Shoot me now…
Both men have microphones in their hands as they come to a halt at the top of the ramp, both dressed casually in their street clothes and grinning as they look out into the mayhem in the stands and bump fists. It takes nearly twenty seconds, but finally the fans quiet down and the ‘dynamic duo’ lift their mics.
DIXON: Yo, Raven... you remember last week at Spring Slugfest when me and you came out to the ring for our match, and these motha fuckas had the balls to boo us?
RAVEN: Yeah, I think I vaguely remember that.
DIXON: How about when we ripped through the competition, retained our belts, and STILL got booed by some of these punk ass-
James holds a hand up to Andre, cutting his partner off.
RAVEN: You have a point you're about to make, or are you just being bitter?
DIXON: Oh, I got a point, dawg... no one's booing anymore, huh?
There's a large cheering in the crowd as Raven and Dixon grin and once more bump fists, readjusting their title belts as they listen to the roar of the fans.
RAVEN: Nah, no one's booing now... not now that we're the still undisputed tag team champions of the world!
Crowd pop.
DIXON: Not now that we've established ourselves as one of the most dominant duos of the modern era!
An even louder crowd pop.
RAVEN: Not now that we've walked away from the stable that couldn't be walked away from and put a target on their god damned bac-
DIXON: Yo, Raven... Paul Frost turned on them before I did.
Raven stops and strokes his chin thoughtfully as the fans sit on the edge of their seats.
DIXON: Remember? 4-4-11?
RAVEN: Shit, you're right... well fuck it, we did it a hell of a lot more interestingly!
There's another massive pop from the fans, and Raven and Dixon stand proudly, surveying the bedlam in the stands before slowly turning around and looking at the stage itself. They scratch their heads in confusion, and then turn out towards the stands again.
DIXON: Here's the thing, though, I remember doing all the shit that we just mentioned to ya'll... but I feel like this stage is a little empty. Is there something we're forgetting?
RAVEN: Some little detail?
DIXON: A person maybe?
RAVEN: Or a couple of persons?
Before either of them can say another word, “Scream Aim Fire” by Bullet for my Valentine blares over the speakers and sends the fans into a frenzy they hadn't yet achieved tonight. Without delay, Jason Mudd and Ashley Divine make their way out onto the ramp with Dixon and Raven, both grinning just as wide as the champions as they come to a stop with microphones of their own in hand.
MUDD: What the fuck is up?!?
The foundation of the GOA shakes uncontrollably as the fans stomp their feet in the bleachers and clap their hands in thunderous unison. Mudd and Dixon shake hands and smile while Divine and Raven exchange a brief one armed hug, whispering to each other over the noise. Finally James waves his arms and the building quiets down.
DIXON: Now ever since Slugfest went off the air, we've all been hearing the same word over and over again. Phone calls-
DIVINE: Text messages-
MUDD: E-mails-
RAVEN: People blowin' up my pager...
His three partners turn to look at him, and he shrugs his shoulders helplessly.
RAVEN: What? Change scares me... I stick with the technology that I know. I'm going to go home and watch a beta-max tape too, don't hate.
Jason Mudd shakes his head in disbelief, but quickly continues speaking.
MUDD: One word, people, that's all we've been hearing. Facebook messages-
DIXON: Instant messenger chats-
DIVINE: Web-cam chats-
RAVEN: Postcards...
MUDD: What the fuck, man? You're still using postcards?
DIXON: Forget that, Jason, what's your girl doing on a webcam?
Ashley Divine mutters something, fidgeting uncomfortably as all three men turn their attention from Ravens technical ineptitude to Ashley's potential “$24.99 per half hour” income supplementation.
DIVINE: Moving on, we've heard one word again and again and again... 'Why'?
DIXON: Yo, bitch, don't change the subject.
Mudd elbows Dixon in the ribs and Andre casts his eyes down on the floor in disappointment as Divine continues to speak, Raven still snickering in the background.
DIVINE: Why did each of us do what we did? Why did Andre walk away from the men that put him on the map in this company? Why did James Raven turn down an opportunity that could have made him a World champion once again? Why did Jason Mudd and I align ourselves with two men that the rest of this company wants to bury when we could have had a better chance at success sticking to ourselves like we usually do?
RAVEN: There's actually a better question than 'why', though... 'why the fuck not'?
There's another loud explosion of cheers in the stands, but it's clear that the foursome are just getting started. The kid gloves are off, and in the words of a wise man, “shit's about to get real”.
DIXON: It was an easy fucking decision, believe you me... I could give you a million reasons that Adam put in my head as to why Genesis was good for me, but I can't give you one honest one as to why this isn't better. Genesis preached equality of members, they told us it was a movement to ensure the success of each and every member, but that was bull shit... where was my helping hand? Where was my army backing me up? I sat there and played enforcer for Seth Stevens more times than I want to remember, I handed Chris Page the title on a silver platter, I watched Alyssa Ferro get treated like the next big fucking thing... and all I ever got was rematch after rematch with Bigg Rigg where I was left to fend for my goddamn self.
RAVEN: Man, I left the worlds smallest violin at home tonight...
DIXON: Helping or hurting, asshole, helping or hurting?
RAVEN: My bad, carry on.
DIXON: The more I thought about it, the more I realized I've had one dude in my corner since I came into this place... the cracker to my left. Don't get it twisted, ya'll, this ain't no “Brokeback” shit, but the guy is real. I won War Games and he never once complained, I passed him in merch sales and he didn't say shit, and even after I ditched his ass for Genesis, he's still helped me get more championship gold on my mantle than Genesis ever even put me in contention for...
The camera pans momentarily from Dixon over to Mudd and Divine who look almost bored. When Jason sees the camera on him, he uses his left index finger and thumb to create a small hole and uses his right index finger to thrust in and out of it. Divine simply smiles and mouths the word “homos” as the camera returns to Dixon and Raven.
DIXON: Like I said... easy fucking decision. Stay with the people that use me, or beat they ass with the ones that don't.
DIVINE: Queer.
DIXON: What the fuck did you just say?
MUDD: Nothing man, I just didn't realize that you were a staff writer for the Lifetime Channel. That was a compelling speech. Was it supposed to be for Meredith Baxter, or Sally Struthers originally?
DIXON: Man, fuck you... tell a black man to speak, but if it isn't about rap music or basketball I'm a fucking fag. My bad, ya'll, let me go back to bitchin' about Tupac getting' shot.
DIVINE: Good, thank you.
DIXON: Want me to go pick some cotton for you too?
Ashleys eyes grow wide with shock as she recoils ever so slightly.
DIVINE: WHAT!?!?
DIXON: Nothin'.
Raven practically doubles over laughing as Andre looks stone faced as Divine and Mudd, the fans exploding with laughter as all four superstars stare at each other. Finally, Raven takes a step forwards.
RAVEN: What he said, but with less implied cock smoking.
DIXON: Et tu, Raven?
RAVEN: Truth be told, it wasn't a hard decision for me either. See, I've based nearly every decision in my career on one factor... what's best for you guys.
There's a loud pop in the stands, a small “Raven” chant breaking out as the Canadian continues to speak.
RAVEN: I've based everything on what you guys want, and what you need... be it the company that I sign with, the title I go after, the ass hole that I feud with... all of it comes down to being the best I can be for you. All I had to do is ask myself whether the people who've supported me thus far would rather see me join a stable who's primary focus could lead to the destruction of this company, and a steaming pile of shit being dumped on the legacy of this business, or see me take a stand and do anything within my power to put that group down like the pack of diseased dogs they are. Fuck Adam Barker. Fuck Chris Page. Fuck Genesis. I think I made the right call.
There's another massive pop, but to this point Jason Mudd still looks bored. With it clear that Raven is finished, Mudd finally steps forward.
MUDD: So we know why Dixon bailed, and we know why my man James told Barker to 'sit and spin', but no one really knows why I joined the rebellion as it were... the way I see it, you have a half dozen pussies in Genesis and only one of them actually has a twat. That whole group is one massive sausage fest, man!
There's an explosion of laughter in the stands, and Dixon tilts his head back in uproarious laughter.
MUDD: Actually, I retract my previous statement. They SAY that Alyssa Ferro is their communal vagina, but I'm pretty sure she might be the only one in their circle jerk that's actually got a pair of balls...
RAVEN: Nothing but dudes... that's a shitload of double dutch rudders going around man.
DIVINE: What the fuck is a dutch rudder?
Dixon grins and looks down at Divine.
RAVEN: You don't get out much, do you? Watch “Zach and Miri make a Porno”.
DIVINE: I get out all the time, you're the one that still needs to come out.
James falls silent.
DIXON: YO! She called you a fag!
DIVINE: I wouldn't laugh too hard, you're the one “he just can't quit”.
DIXON: What the fuck does that mean?
DIVINE: You don't get out much, do you? Watch “Brokeback Mountain”.
This time it's Andre who falls silent, much to the crowds amusement. Eventually Mudd stops Ashley.
MUDD: Don't kid yourself, Ashley, this group here is the woman's stable of the WGWF. We're all certified orgasm donors, our licenses say so. Take a look around you, and tell me that you don't get a little wet... Raven and I are the two sexiest sons of bitches this place has ever seen, and Andre's... well... black.
DIXON: What's that supposed to mean?
RAVEN: Think, man. What do they say about black guys?
DIXON: We like chicken?
MUDD: No... well, yes... but we're talking about something else.
DIXON: Kool Aid?
Ashley walks up to Andre, slowly running her fingers down his chest and towards his belt.
DIVINE: Hey, 'Dre? What was that thing you wanted to show me backstage?
He pauses to think for a moment, and then he suddenly grins from ear to ear and nods his head frantically.
DIXON: YEP!!!
Ashley Divine begins to back away from Andre, but he can't pull his eyes away from her as she moves back over to Mudd.
DIVINE: Can I help you?
DIXON: No way in hell your chesticles are real.
DIVINE: No shit, they're fake.
DIXON: I KNEW IT! They may be fake, but they sure are nice...
He slowly turns to face Jason Mudd.
DIXON: How much they cost?
MUDD: For me? Free. For you? $500 a minute.
Mudd and Divine laugh and hug, but Dixon immediately digs into his back pocket and pulls out his wallet. Before he can say or do anything to offend his new allies, Raven quickly grabs his arm and begins to drag him off of the stage and behind the black curtain as Divine screams at him over the music that's beginning to play on the speakers.
RAVEN: Alright, people, that's it for us tonight but we'll be back soon... I guarantee it. Have a safe drive home and tip your waitresses!
The tag team champions disappear, and slowly Jason Mudd and Ashley Divine follow. The crowd rises to it's collective feet, and the camera slowly fades backstage.
MATCH 4:
WGWF TELEVISION CHAMPIONSHIP
"REAL AMERICAN" TERRY BORDEN vs NATHAN LUCAS (c)
Masters: Ladies and Gentleman, the following contest is scheduled for one fall, and is for the WGWF TELEVISION CHAMPIONSHIP!
The crowd explodes, the cheers reach a fever pitch as "Real American" by Rick Derringer hits the speakers!
Masters: Introducing first, the challenger... about to make his way to the ring... THE "REAL AMERICAN" TERRY BORDEN!
Borden steps out in front of the crowd in his yellow nut hugger style tights, red knee pads, yellow boots, with an AMERICANMANIACS t-shirt! He's waving Old Glory high in the air as he walks towards the ring!
Rotten: You've got to be kidding me. Borden, who hasn't had a match in months walks back into the company and automatically gets a shot at Nathan Lucas?
Borden reaches ringside where he passes the American Flag to the ring attendant before making his way up the steel steps, he steps into the ring, and as he does he instantly rips off the t-shirt before throwing it out into the crowd. Borden cups his right hand to his ear. The crowd explodes which causes him to flex the pythons as the music fades out.
Masters: And introducing his opponent...
"Amazing" by Kanye West ft. Young Jeezy hits the speakers to a pop from the crowd.
Masters: About to make his way to the ring, he is the WGWF TV Champion, NATHAN LUCAS!
The arena lights fade down to a dull glow, just above a full blackout, but enough that barely anything is visible... and slowly a beat jungle drums creeps up on the sound system as a small fog begins to form on the entrance ramp. The fans applaud as Kanye West's voice begins to make it's auto-tuned way through the arena.
"It's Amazing... I'm the reason, everybody's fired up this evening. I'm exhausted, barely breathing, holdin' on to what I believe in."
A single spotlight shines directly down from the rafters, illuminating the stage with silver and light blue light. The fog continues to swirl, and we see a shadowy figure emerge from behind the curtain, his head down and unassuming. The fans know who it is, though, and the groundswell of support begins to build.
"No matter what, you'll never take that from me! My reign is as far as your eyes can see!"
Slowly, the spotlight goes out and the fog rises through the air, shrouding the figure on the stage eerily as the fans continue to cheer. He lifts his head slowly to look out at the crowd, and he lifts his arms up and out at shoulder level, soaking it all in.
"It's Amazing..."
BOOM!
A small blue and silver pyrotechnical display goes off atop the ramp, the arena lights returning to full blast as the fans explode along with the sparks. As the smoke clears, the figure steps forward until he's fully revealed... Nathan Lucas!
"So Amazing..."
BOOM!
The PWE rookie is here, and he looks ready for battle! His hair is stylishly gelled, his face slightly rugged with five o'clock shadow. His chest is bare, black athletic tape wrapped tightly around each wrist under his mixed martial arts styled gloves. He wears black shorts, his name written vertically on each leg, and a cursive 'N.L.' logo printed on the rear. He pauses, looking out into the arena with a content grin on his face, and slowly he begins to make his way down to the ring.
"So Amazing..."
BOOM!
He slaps hands with the fans on his way down the ramp, even posing for a picture with one young child. They reach over the barricade to pat his back, encouraging him before his upcoming match. Finally, he reaches the bottom of the ramp, pausing and once more holding his arms up to soak in the adulation.
"So Amazing..."
BOOM!
"It's Amazing..."
He sprints at the ring, leaping straight up in the air and landing on the ring apron as four pyro's go off, one from the top of each turnbuckle, and as the smoke clears he finally steps through the ropes and into the ring. The fans continue to cheer as he stretches slightly in the ring, retreating to his corner to wait for the opening bell, listening to the last line of music before it fades out and gives way to silence.
"I'm a monster, I'm a killer, I know I'm wrong... yeah... I'm a problem that'll never ever be solved!"
DING....DING...... DING.....
Diamond: We're underway, can Borden catch lightning in a bottle for a second time?
Rotten: HELL NO!
Borden and Lucas circle each other before locking up center ring. Lucas and Borden jockey for position before it's Borden who shoves Lucas back on his ass! The crowd pops as Borden flexes his pythons before telling Lucas to get up! Lucas, who is a little shocked gets back to his feet, they lock up once again, and again it's Borden who shoves Lucas back to the mat, which is met with another pose. Lucas, gets back to a vertical base. They look to lock up, but it's Lucas who shoots low with a single leg take down, Borden is quickly to his feet, he charges Lucas who ducks a running clothesline attempt which sends Borden bouncing off the ropes into a Belly To Belly over head throw from Lucas! Lucas quickly makes the cover.
Referee: ONE.... TWO..... T
Borden kicks out. Lucas works his way to a vertical base before picking up Borden, as he does Borden thumbs Lucas in the eye before shooting him across the ring into a neutral corner which Borden follows up with a running clothesline! Borden scoops up Lucas before slamming him to the mat in the center of the ring. Borden drops a elbow across the chest, he gets up to his feet before dropping a second elbow across the chest, he reaches his feet faking a third elbow, but instead rakes Lucas across the face with his right boot! Borden reaches down, picking up Lucas before taking him up and over with a Suplex! Borden makes a cover hooking a leg.
Referee: ONE.... TWO.... T
Lucas kicks out! Borden locks in a rear chin lock, but it doesn't hold Lucas down. Lucas works his way to a vertical base before backing Borden up into the ropes, Lucas fires Borden across the ring, he bounces off the ropes taking Lucas down with a running shoulder block. Borden hits the far side, Lucas rolls over to his chest, Borden leaps over Lucas bouncing off the near side, Lucas springs to his feet where he drives Borden into the mat with a effective Spinbuster Slam! The crowd pops as Lucas looks for the Triangle Choke, but Borden quickly escapes to the ropes causing the referee to break the hold.
Diamond: One has to wonder whats running through Lucas mind, ever since Gilmour stole the TV Title just last week at Spring Slugfest.
Lucas breaks the hold which allows Borden to reach a vertical base. Lucas and Borden circle each other before looking to lock up, Nathan drops down taking a back waist lock on Borden before hurling him backwards with a release German Suplex! Lucas makes a cover.
Referee: ONE.... TWO.... THRE
Borden kicks out. Lucas works his way to a vertical base, he picks up Borden before shooting him into a neutral corner, Lucas charges in after Borden, but it's Borden who manages to land a reverse elbow staggering Lucas out towards the center of the ring. Borden comes out of the corner, Lucas swings, Borden ducks before catching Lucas with a Atomic Drop! Borden spins Lucas around before catching him with an Inverted Atomic Drop! Borden laces Lucas across the chest with a knife edge chop drawing a "WOOOO" from the crowd, Borden nails Lucas with a right hand knocking him back into the ropes, Borden shoots Lucas across the ring and into the ropes, Lucas bounces off the ropes and into a Running Clothesline by Borden which sends Lucas crashing to the mat. Lucas pops up off the mat before eating a body slam by Borden. The crowd roars as Borden cups his hand to his ear before asking the crowd if they want the 1,2,3 by slapping his hands together.
Diamond: Don't waist time Terry! Do it!
Borden picks up Lucas before shooting him into the ropes with a Irish Whip. Lucas bounces off the ropes ducking underneath a Big Boot attempt by Borden, Lucas bounces off the near side catching Borden with a running High Knee to the face knocking him to the mat. Borden pops back up to his feet, he sent sailing into a set of buckles, Lucas charges Borden catching him with a running knee to the face/bulldog headlock combo from the corner driving Borden into the mat! Lucas makes a cover hooking the far leg!
Referee: ONE...... TWO....... THRE
The crowd explodes as Borden kicks out with authority before quickly making his way to both knees. He looks at Lucas as he blows air out his mouth. Lucas comes forward nailing Borden with a right hand to the skull, which has no effect. He nails Borden with a second right hand, and again there's no effect, but it's Borden who gets to one knee, he begins to shake as Lucas nails him a third time. The crowd roars as Borden stands to his feet, and what can only be described as "Hulking Up", Borden makes his way around the ring. Lucas lands a third right hand, but it's Borden who points at Lucas drawing a "YOU" chant from the GOA.
Rotten: Someone shoot me.
Lucas swings with another right hand, this one is blocked, and it's Borden with three straight right hands which knocks Lucas back into the ropes. Borden fires Lucas across the ring with a Irish Whip, Lucas bounces off the ropes eating a Big Boot to the face which sends him crashing to the mat! Borden cups his hand to his ear before slapping his hands together 3 times, asking the crowd if they want to see the three count. He points at Lucas before bouncing off the ropes, Borden looks to drop the Atomic Leg Drop across the throat, but it's Lucas who quickly rolls out of the way avoiding contact sending Borden crashing into the mat! Lucas counters by locking in The Kimura submission!
Rotten: Kimura, from out of nowhere!!
Borden has no choice, he's forced to tap out!
DING....DING....DING.....
"Amazing" by Kanye West hits the speakers.
Masters: The winner of the match, and still WGWF Television Champion, NATHAN LUCAS!
Lucas releases the hold before helping Borden to his feet. Borden, showing sportsmanship raises Lucas arm in the air.
Rotten: Sucks to be a Champion, and not have your title.
The crowd breaks out into a chorus of boo's as PETER GILMOUR walks out to the top of the ramp, with the WGWF TV Title over his shoulder and microphone in hand.
GILMOUR: Ah, Nathan Lucas... SEE ANYTHING YOU LIKE!
The crowd boo's as Gilmour looks towards the TV title which is over his right shoulder.
GILMOUR: People have questioned why I took the TV Title from you at Spring Slugfest... and, well... it's because you suck!
The crowd boo's louder at Gilmour as he continues.
GILMOUR: Now, I've just come from the office of Adam Barker... and he's informed me, that if I leave this title for you tonight then at Hardcore Hell I'll get my shot! So Lucas, consider what happened at Spring Slugfest nothing short of me putting you on notice! See you soon.
With that Gilmour drops the TV title on to the top of the ramp before walking backstage behind the curtain. Nathan exits the ring, he begins to walk up the ramp, and as he reaches the top he reaches down to pick up the TV title only to have Gilmour cheep shot him with a chair shot to the skull knocking Lucas out cold! The crowd boo's as Gilmour picks up the TV title before putting his right boot on the chest of Lucas. Gilmour raises the TV Title up in the air to huge boo's from the crowd before dropping the title across the motionless body of Nathan Lucas.
Continued in Part 2: