Post by "The Peoples GOAT" James Raven on May 9, 2011 19:02:28 GMT -5
WGWF PRESENTS
MONDAY NIGHT BRAWL
BROWN COUNTY ARENA
GREEN BAY, WISCONSIN
13,799
[/center]MONDAY NIGHT BRAWL
BROWN COUNTY ARENA
GREEN BAY, WISCONSIN
13,799
As Brawl come on the air a camera is outside by the loading docks. Just then a rumble can be heard coming from the distance. Finally Denise Essex can be seen standing in front of the camera. When out of nowhere a US Army Hummer rolls up in front of Denise. She waits a moment when the four doors open. Out of the front two doors Nick and Hunter step out. Then from the back two doors MDK and Paul Frost exit. Axle The Shark hops out of the very back of the Hummer to join the rest. On Nick and Hunter's shirt sleeves The US flag can be seen. While on MDK's sleeve you see the British Flag and on Frost's the Canadian flag. As MDK, Hunter and Frost walk past Denise she is able to stop Nick before he walks past.
DENISE: Nick can I get a moment of your time?
Nick stops and turns around.
NICK RYAN: Sure Denise what can I do for you?
DENISE: Why did you guys show up in a Hummer this week?
NICK RYAN: On September 11th 2001 a dark cloud was placed over the United States of America. It took ten years to take down the man responsible. But the men and women of the armed forces never gave up. No matter how hard they were knocked down they always got back up. No matter how many times they were shot at they kept going. With that being said week in and week out The Initiative gets knocked down and beaten up. From here on out The Initiative wages war against anyone who has come at us. From now on we will not back down we will not quit.
Nick turns and joins the rest of The Initiative as they walk into the arena, the scene fades to inside the Brown County Arena...
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CCP'S TAKE ON "I QUIT"
"Yeah, I get it you're a outcast...
"Always under attack, always coming in last bringing up the past, no one owes you anything....
"I think you need a shotgun blast, kick in the ass, so paranoid, WATCH YOUR BACK!"
"Sound of Madness" by Shinedown rocks across the PA bringing the crowd it their feet with boo's as the house lights dim to darkness, black and yellow strobe lights flicker throughout the building, smoke begins to rise at the top of the ramp.
ROTTEN: It's a little early for CCP, isn't it? Is he sober again?
The boo's reach a fever pitch as Chronic Chris Page is shown walking out to the top of the ramp through the smokey haze. He's dressed in jeans, black boots, with a t-shirt that reads "FROST IS MY BITCH" across the front of it. Chris walks towards the ring, barely paying any attention to the crowd. He makes his way up the steel steps before entering the ring where he walks across the ring, reaches through the ropes where Donald Masters hands him a microphone. The music fades away leaving the loud BOO's from the crowd. Chris walks towards the center of the ring as he raises the microphone to his lips.
CCP: Ya know...
Chris reaches mid ring where he directs his attention towards the camera's as he continues.
CCP: I've got A LOT on my plate right now, don't I?... I've got on going issues with the Initiative, and now I've got some issues with Andre Dixon, James Raven, and Jason Mudd... and now you can tack Dean James on to the list. I get it, WHO WOULDN'T want to work with me? I'm Chris FUCKING Page, the ONLY man in this company who actually MAKES superstars!
A loud "CCP SUCKS" chant begins to bellow out from throughout the arena as Chris continues.
CCP: Apparently Andre, James, and Jason haven't been paying a lot of attention to who RUNS this place... Genesis. Now, just to clear the air about last week, I told you... you're responsible for your own actions, and last week it ended with each and everyone of you going through a table. That was minor boys, very minor to what will happen should you continue to press the issue with us, Genesis. In two weeks time, you've got your opportunity to defend the Tag Titles against Seth Stevens and Jason Black...
The crowd boo's the mention of Stevens and Black.
CCP: Should you defeat Stevens and Black, there's only going to be another Tag Team ready to cash in on my Million Dollar Bounty for the Tag Titles to be laid at my feet... Oh, and Jason Mudd, do yourself a favor and not speak on things that's above your pay grade, because it's only going to make you look like a fucking moron in the end...
The crowd breaks out with boo's as Chris continues.
CCP: But the reason I'm out here tonight, sure you'll see me later on in the show, but I wanted to talk to one man and one man only... Paul Frost.
The crowd explodes at the mention of the WGWF Hall of Famer which draws a grin on CCP's face as he continues.
CCP: 2 weeks Paul, 2 weeks from tonight arguably the work horses of this company will square off at Hardcore Hell.
Another pop to the mention of CCP vs Frost
CCP: All week long all I've been asked is WHY? Why did I specifically ask for this match to be a "I QUIT" match. Anyone who is familiar with the rich history this company has, knows that there are but a handful of matches that will stand the test of time as far as the WGWF concerned. One such match, the WGWF's first ever 3 Stages of Hell match for the World Title between Paul and my self. What a lot of people fail to realize, I've never submitted in my life... until that night! It was not only the night I CHOSE to pass the torch, but it was a night that I will never forget, those words escaped my mouth.
Chris intently looks into the camera as he continues.
CCP: That night, I made you Paul... but make no mistake about it, in 2 weeks at Hardcore Hell... I will break you! Thought you was a big bad Canadian with 4-4-11 didn't you? Sucks that ratings didn't back that thought up huh? For as long as I've known you, you've been perfect at one thing above anything else... Perfect at FAILING.
The crowd roars with boo's as CCP continues.
CCP: The MGM Grand in Las Vegas is going to house the very last confrontation between CCP and Paul Frost. I've proven time and time again that you're simply not on my level. Sin City will mark the spot where the best laid plan will finally reach it's climax, and it's climax is going to be marked by you screaming out in front of GOD and the WORLD, "I QUIT!"
CCP drops the microphone as "Sound of Madness" hits the speakers once again. Chris exits the ring before making his way back up the ramp as the scene fades backstage
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NEW BLING AT MUDD'S REQUEST
We open up backstage in a locker room, Jason Mudd standing in front of a mirror, in gear and ready for action! The fans give a pop to the WGWF Premier Asshole. Jason isn't focused on himself in the mirror, but the championship gold placed over his shoulder!
The Tag Team Championship!
Ashley Divine walks into view giving a slap to the belt, grinning.
DIVINE: Looks good on you.
MUDD: Hell yes it does. Have you heard from them, yet?
DIVINE: Talked to Raven about five minutes ago. Said they were on their way to the locker room. Should be here any second.
As if on cue, the door to the locker room opens. In comes James Raven and Andre Dixon.
DIXON: Bitches, I'm home!
The fans give another pop, but something seems out of place. Jason Mudd has the tag team championship over his shoulder. So does James Raven.
And Andre Dixon... three titles?
RAVEN: Looks like you found the little gift we left you.
DIXON: You're welcome, little bitch.
MUDD: Good shit, sirs. Appreciate it.
DIXON: Where's them pictures? I demand payment. We gave you gold!
DIVINE: Still isn't happening...
Andre gives a cocky grin.
DIXON: You keep telling yourself that, baby.
DIVINE: I'm not your baby.
DIXON: You don't have to be anything, just...
Ashley Divine rolls her eyes and Jason Mudd clears his throat, knowing the situation is going no where but down hill.
MUDD: We love the matching belts we all have here, Ashley has amazing tits, and I think that pretty much covers all of that. Let's get down to business.
RAVEN: They are pretty amazing.
MUDD: You're not helping matters.
James Raven shrugs, mouthing, “It's what I do”.
DIXON: You have nothin' to worry 'bout tonight, Mudd Man.
DIVINE: I don't care what you guys say, I don't like this.
Jason Mudd grins, taking the championship gold off his shoulder and laying it down on a chair.
RAVEN: There's nothing to worry about. It's Genesis.
DIVINE: That's actually quite a bit to worry about. Page, the Handicap match.
MUDD: I have it covered, Ashley. There is only two of them. I've said it once, I will say it again. They should have brought the entire fucking crew if they think they are going to one-up me tonight.
The fans give a huge pop to the confidence coming from Jason Mudd.
RAVEN: You got this out there tonight?
Jason Mudd and James Raven stare at one another for a few seconds before he gives that egotistical grin of his.
MUDD: Yeah, I got this.
James Raven takes a few seconds then nods in acceptance.
RAVEN: If you say you're good, then you're good.
Picking up a bottle of water, Jason Mudd takes a swig before setting it back down. Going for his specially made tag team championship belt, he places it around his waist, patting the gold, looking at the three in the room with him.
MUDD: Whatever happens tonight. One, three, hell the entire Genesis Army... whatever happens, none of you get in that ring. You hear me?
DIVINE: Jason...
Jason turns to Ashley, for once a serious look on his face.
MUDD: No one.
DIXON: Yes, daddy. We'll obey your very demand, daddy!
RAVEN: Whatever you say. I'll just eat more potato chips.
MUDD: ... What the hell is with you and potato chips lately?
RAVEN: I don't know. Just have a thing for them.
DIXON: Better watch that, man.
RAVEN: What? Why?
DIXON: I read somewhere that if you eat too many, they can give you anal seepage, man.
Everyone looks at Andre Dixon, both in horror and confusion.
DIXON: ... What? The fuck you looking at? I got somethin' on my face?
Before the camera switches from the locker room, Jason Mudd pops off one more question.
MUDD: You can read?
The crowd shares a chuckle as the scene fades back to ringside...
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MATCH 1:
STRANGE BEDFELLOWS TAG TEAM MATCH
NATHAN LUCAS (c) and HUNTER RYAN (c) vs "BIGG RIGG" JOHN GAMBINO (c) and ZACH RIZZA
Ding! Ding! Ding!
The referee calls for the bell as “Bigg Rigg” John Gambino and the World Champion, Hunter Ryan, casually step out of the ring and onto the apron. Zach Rizza and Nathan Lucas stand in the center of the canvas, both eyeing each other intently as the fans cheer loudly. Rizza takes a few steps towards Nathan, towering over the Television Champion and casting a shadow across the mat.
DIAMOND: Zach Rizza is so tall, it’s scary.
ROTTEN: And you’re so ugly it’s frightening.
Rizza holds up his hand, offering a tie up to Nathan who quickly accepts it. As soon as Nathan raises his hand, though, Rizza throws a heavy boot to his gut and doubles him over before hooking his head and hitting a quick DDT. Bigg Rigg stomps his foot on the apron in support as Hunter leans over the top rope and screams for Nathan to get up and fight back. Rizza leans over and grabs Nathan by the throat, lifting him to his feet and Irish whipping him across the ring and hard into the turnbuckle. Nathan stumbles out of the corner clutching at his spine, but Rizza is waiting for him and lifts him in the air before putting him down with a thunderous side slam. Nathan lays spread eagled on the canvas, his eyes blank as he stares up at the rafters. Rizza quickly drops on top of him for a cover as the referee slides over to make the count.
ONE!
TW-
Nathan rolls his shoulder up off of the canvas, breaking the count and trying to squirm out from under Zach Rizza, but the larger man keeps him pinned tightly to the mat. Rizza stands slowly, dragging Nathan to his feet as well and Irish whipping him across the ring into the corner where Bigg Rigg is standing and waiting, throwing a quick elbow into Lucas’ spine. The referee begins to admonish the Intercontinental champion telling him to keep his hands to himself unless he’s the legal man, but on-cue Rizza dives across the mat and tags him in. Rigg pushes his way into the ring, grabbing Lucas and slamming him to the mat with a massive spinebuster!
DIAMOND: Good GOD! We’ve never seen the Television Champion dominated like this before!
ROTTEN: I don’t have a witty one liner… the kids getting fucked up.
Rigg rests on one knee, lifting Nathan into a sitting position and stretching both arms out in different directions as Nathan shouts out in pain. Nathan manages to drape his left foot over the bottom rope, and the referee quickly forces Rigg to release the submission. Rigg pulls Nathan Lucas up by the hair, driving his knee up into Lucas’ face on the way up. Rigg whips Lucas off the ring ropes and attempts to catch the Television Champion with a clothesline but Lucas ducks under it, bounces off the ring ropes and blasts Gambino in the face with a running high knee, taking the big man down. Lucas takes a quick moment to catch a breather as Rigg struggles on the canvas for a moment before climbing back to his feet to be greeted by a clothesline from Hunter Ryan, who Lucas had tagged in as Rigg climbed to his feet.
DIAMOND: In comes the World Champion for the first time in the match, taking Rigg down with his first contribution.
ROTTEN: Oh please, in a one on one match, Gambino would squash Hunter like a bug!
Hunter grabs Gambino as he attempts to climb too his feet and nails him with several stiff chops, sending him reeling back into a neutral corner. Hunter Ryan follows up with a few hard right hands before attempt to whip Rigg into the opposite corner but Rigg reverses and sends Hunter into the corner before Rigg follows him into the corner with a big splash, crushing the World Champion. Rigg takes a step back as Hunter stumbles out of the corner before Rigg sends Ryan straight to the mat with a big boot to the face and he follows up the move with a pin attempt.
ONE!
TWO!
Hunter kicks out at two and rolls away from Rigg as he gets to his feet, giving Hunter some space allowing him to recover. Rigg pulls Hunter too his feet and is caught with a hard elbow to the mid-section, winding Rigg. Hunter lifts his knee up into John Gambino’s mid-section, driving even more air out of the big man, before hooking him up from behind, dropping him down to the mat with a Reverse DDT. Hunter rolls across to the corner and climbs to the top rope and waits for Rigg to climb to his feet.
DIAMOND: Hunter is going high-risk here, this could make or break this match!
ROTTEN: Watch him crash and burn...
Rigg is too his feet and turns around as Hunter flies across the ring, catching Rigg flush in the jaw with a picture perfect missile dropkick. Unfortunately for Hunter, however, is the move sends Rigg back towards his own corner and allows Rizza the chance to tag himself back into the match, voiding the high-risk move entirely. Rizza smirks as he steps into the ring as he and Hunter come eye to eye. Rizza quickly runs at the World Champion and nails him with a big right hand, sending him reeling, punching him with back against the ring ropes, quickly whipping him off them and Rizza catches Hunter with a big Powerslam, immediately hooking the leg as the hit the match in a cover.
ONE!
TWO!
THR-
Hunter gets his shoulder up just before the three count, leaving Rizza slightly frustrated. Rizza gets to his feet and pulls Hunter up to his feet, booting him in the gut, before setting him up for a Powerbomb but Hunter blocks the attempted lift. Hunter punches Rizza’s right knee, weakening Rizza and allowing Hunter to take the lead and drop Rizza to the mat with the Roid Rager! Hunter drops too his knees and hooks Rizza’s leg and this one is surely done!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE-
NO!
Rigg pulls Hunter off the cover, lifting Ryan up to his feet, catching him with a stiff headbutt, sending him down to the mat once again. Rizza tries to sit up but struggles as Rigg looks down at him before offering him a hand to help him up. Rizza is now too his feet and thanks his partner for helping him up as Rizza points at Hunter and Rigg nods in approval. Rizza steps across towards Hunter Ryan… BUT IS NAILED FROM BEHIND WITH A CLOTHESLINE FROM HIS OWN PARTNER?!?
DIAMOND: What the hell was that?! What is Rigg thinking?
ROTTEN: He’s thinking that he’s had enough of carrying Rizza through this match!
Rigg pulls Rizza to his feet and lifts him up before driving him down to the canvas with a Road Rage! Rigg stares at Rizza for a few moments before shaking his head and climbing out of the ring and heading back up the entrance ramp. Rigg just took out his own partner and left him at a two on one disadvantage! Hunter pulls himself up using the ring ropes looking bemused as he spots Rigg walking up the ramp before looking back at Rizza who is down in the ring. He shrugs before stepping across too his own corner and tagging in Nathan Lucas, who climbs into the ring and pulls Rizza up to his feet but Rizza is out! He takes Rizza down with a running bulldog and locks in The Kimura! Rizza is out cold as the referee checks for the tap, Rizza is unresponsive and the referee calls for the bell. Lucas and Hunter pick up the win here.
DING! DING! DING!
DIAMOND: Hunter and Nathan win the match!
ROTTEN: Uh-huh... that was surely an impressive victory...
DIAMOND: I know, it-
ROTTEN: Sarcasm, ass hat.
Hunter and Nathan stand, slowly, shaking hands and whispering to one another inaudibly. The referee raises both mens hands, and the camera quickly cuts to the jumbo tron which lights up with silvery letters spelling out:
WHAT DOES BEING IN THE ELIMINATION CHAMBER MEAN TO YOU?
The crowd pops as Jocelyn Camden is shown sitting in front of the Hardcore Hell backdrop...
"What kind of a stupid fucking question is that?"
The scene fades as the crowd giggles at Camden's response.
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Backstage we see Famine of the Vile in his locker room getting ready for his match when Chris Page comes in.
CCP: Hey Fam, can we talk for a minute?
FAMINE: Yeah man what's up?
CCP: Listen, I wanted to come to you first cause we're cool and I don't want any issues between us.
FAMINE: Ok? What's this about?
CCP: Dean
FAMINE: What about him?
CCP: I want a match with him. One on one. No Genesis, no G.O.D.S. Just me and him
FAMINE: Why?
CCP: He seems to still have issues with me because of what happened while he was in Genesis before. So in order for us to get this out of the way and move on this needs to happen.
FAMINE: I got no problem with that man. As long as I have your word that there will be no interference from anyone.
CCP: You have my word man. I kept my word about the title shot didn't I?
FAMINE: You did. And believe me, I appreciate that. But I just wanna make sure we''re still on the same page.
CCP: We are. So we're cool?
FAMINE: Yeah, we're cool man.
Famine and Page shake hands as CCP pats Famine on the back and then leaves as the scene switches back to ringside.
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MATCH 2:
HANDICAP MATCH
JASON BLACK and SETH STEVENS w/ Chris Page vs JASON MUDD w/ Ashley Divine
MASTERS: The following contest is a HANDICAP MATCH...
"Yeah, I get it you're a outcast...
"Always under attack, always coming in last bringing up the past, no one owes you anything....
"I think you need a shotgun blast, kick in the ass, so paranoid, WATCH YOUR BACK!"
"Sound of Madness" by Shinedown rocks across the PA bringing the crowd it their feet with boo's.
MASTERS: Introducing first, being led to the ring by Chronic Chris Page, they're the team of Jason Black and Seth Stevens!
CCP walks out leading Stevens and Black towards the ring, Chris is dressed in a pair of jeans with a t-shirt which reads "I've got DIVINE intentions" written across the front of it. CCP stands to the side as they reach the bottom of the ramp allowing Seth and Jason to slide into the ring, each man looks focused on there marching orders for the night. The music fades away...
SCREAM!
AIM!
FIRE!
OVER THE TOP! OVER THE TOP! RIGHT NOW IT'S KILLING TIME! OVER THE TOP OVER THE TOP! RIGHT NOW IT'S KILLING TIME!
MASTERS: And there opponent, being led to the ring by ASHLEY DIVINE, JASON MUDD!
"Scream Aim Fire" by Bullet for My Valentine exlodes through the arena. Jason Mudd quickly makes his way from the back, looking out at the crowd, a sense of what's to come in his dark brown hues. Serious. Egotistical. A cocky grin shoots across his face. Mudd makes a straight line to the ring, wasting no time as he climbs up the side of the ring and the turnbuckle. Perched, Jason Mudd gives a quick look out at the crowd, mouthing off to them before getting into the ring. As his feet hit the mat both Stevens and Black mug Mudd driving him back into a set of buckles.
DING...DING...DING....
Seth and Jason assault Mudd by stomping a mud hole in him taking him to the mat. The referee interjects himself, he looks to remove Black from the ring, and as he does Stevens uses his right boot, and the assistance from the top rope to start choking Mudd in the corner! Jason steps out of the ring, Seth picks up Mudd before rocking him with a forearm across the jaw. Seth shoots Mudd across the ring with a Irish Whip, Mudd bounces off the ropes and into a spinning heel kick by Stevens who quickly makes the cover.
Referee: ONE.... TWO...
Mudd shoots a shoulder up off the mat. Seth reaches his feet where he picks Mudd up off the mat. Seth rocks Mudd with another forearm to the face which sends Mudd back into the corner of Genesis. Seth fakes like he's coming to attack drawing the referee's attention which allows Black to wrap the tag rope around the neck of Mudd!! He's choking him! Seth brings the referee closer to him as CCP is shown up on the apron, the crowd boo's as CCP begins to hammer away at the exposed midsection of Jason Mudd before quickly hoping down to the floor before the official turns around.
DIAMOND: This is nothing more then a 3-1 assault!
ROTTEN: Just goes to show, don't cross the boss!
Seth comes over to the corner where he tags in Jason Black. Black enters the ring as we see Seth expose the midsection of Mudd for Black to lays a kick straight to the ribs. Black then takes Mudd up in the air with a Military Press, he holds him up in the air for several seconds before stepping straight out, dropping Mudd chest first to the mat! On the floor Ashley is shown pounding on the mat drawing the crowd to get behind her man. Black picks up Mudd before taking him back into the ropes, he shoots Mudd across the ring with a Irish Whip, Mudd bounces off the ropes as we see Black duck his head, he sets to early as Mudd lands a swinging neckbreaker!
DIAMOND: COME ON MUDD!
CCP is shown coming around the ring towards Ashley. Mudd is shown getting to his feet at the same time as Black, Black swings with a right hand, Mudd ducks down, before taking Black up and down into the mat with a Side Suplex! On the floor CCP comes up behind Ashley! He spins her around, Mudd see's this from the ring, Chris looks towards Mudd before sticking his tongue down Divine's throat! Ashley pulls herself away with a look of utter disgust, Mudd comes towards the ropes, but he's attacked from behind by Jason Black, out on the floor Ashley looks to slap CCP across the face, CCP grabs her hand before impact is made, he takes her by the back of the neck before shoving her to the floor! Black shoots Mudd into the Genesis corner where he tags Stevens back into the contest. Seth makes his way to the top rope. He catches Mudd with a Missile Dropkick before making another cover.
Referee: ONE..... TWO...... TH
The crowd explodes as Mudd shoots a shoulder up off the mat. Seth quickly gets to his feet where he picks Mudd up off the mat. He snaps Mudd over with a suplex before getting to a vertical base, Seth bounces off the ropes looking for Rolling Thunder, the crowd explodes as Mudd gets both knees up driving them into the middle to lower back of Stevens!
DIAMOND: This is his chance!
Mudd reaches his feet first, he catches Seth with a Side Russian Leg Sweep as he looks to reach a vertical base. The crowd is solidly behind Jason Mudd as we see CCP begin to pound the mat, screaming at Black and Stevens. Mudd reaches his feet where he measures Stevens, and as Seth pushes himself to a vertical base he's knocked right back to the mat with a picture perfect Superkick! Mudd glances towards the floor, he see's Ashley picking herself up, this enrages Mudd as he runs full speed bouncing off the ropes landing his version of Rolling Thunder! Mudd makes a cover.
Referee: ONE.... TWO
CCP jumps up on the ring apron distracting the referee! Mudd pulls himself off the cover before charging the ropes, CCP drops down to the floor moments before impact which allows Jason Black to enter the ring illegally, he spins Mudd around planting a boot to the midsection before spiking Mudd head first into the mat with a Piledriver. Seth is shown inching his way towards Mudd where he drapes an arm over his chest.
Referee: ONE..... TWO..... THRE
Mudd kicks out! The roof explodes!
ROTTEN: STAY DOWN!
CCP is shown coming around the ring, he throws the time keeper from his chair before actually taking the steel chair. CCP comes back around the ring laying the chair in a neutral corner as he once again hops back up on the ring apron drawing the attention of the referee. Jason Black re-enters the ring where he picks up the chair. With the crowd booing we see Black who's measuring Mudd as he attempts to get to his feet. The crowd explodes as Ashley Divine slides into the ring, she comes up behind Jason kicking him in the nuts! Black drops the chair as he hits the mat! Mudd picks up the chair, and with CCP still having the referee's attention Mudd blasts Stevens across the skull with a vicious chair shot! Divine rolls back out to the floor, Mudd slides the chair back out of the ring as he drops down making a cover on Stevens!
Referee: ONE..... TWO...... THRE
ROTTEN: NO! SETH KICKED OUT!
The crowd is shocked as Mudd can't believe it! Mudd slowly works his way to a vertical base, he runs to bounce off the ropes, CCP reaches under the bottom rope, yanking the right ankle of Mudd tripping him up. Mudd turns his attention to CCP, he comes over the top rope at CCP, but Jason Black comes up behind Mudd clubbing him from behind! Black spins Mudd around, but Mudd kicks Black in the groin!
DING....DING....DING......
CCP slides into the ring blasting Mudd from behind with a clubbing blow to the back of the neck before spinning Mudd around, opening up with solid right handed shots.
DING....DING....DING.....
After the bell's ringing, Genesis is wasting no time on what obviously has been planned since this match being booked! Seth Stevens and Jason Black are already to their feet in the ring with Jason Mudd, working him over viciously with quick punches and kicks. Jason Mudd's fighting back, though, trying to gain momentum, As he turns around, however, to try to get some distance from the attackers, Chronic Chris Page levels the WGWF's Premier Asshole with a clothesline meant to try and take his head square off his shoulders!
ROTTEN: He's had this coming to him all along! You don't throw mud in the face of the boss and expect to walk away clean!
All three in the ring continue to work Jason Mudd over, each taking the time to stomp an ironic mud(d) hole in their victim and walk it dry.
DIAMOND: At least it's only a three-on-one tonight.
Just then the remaining members of Genesis come walking down the ramp, cocky as can be! Boos continue to flow from the crowd.
ROTTEN: Spoke too soon! Here comes the calvary!
DIAMOND: Because three-on-one is so fair! Why not make it five-on-one!
ROTTEN: If you pay attention that's what's happening! My man, Chris Page, can't tire himself out before his match tonight! He can't risk breaking a sweat!
With all the members of Genesis in the ring, they continue the beat down on Jason Mudd, each taking turns, holding the man before kicking him in the gut, clotheslining him, making a complete fool of him.
DIAMOND: Come on! Where is the help? James Raven, Andre! Someone!
ROTTEN: Mudd has no one to blame but himself for this! He told them to stay in the back! That's what they're doing, listening to this idiot! He deserves what he's getting!
The beat down continues...
RAVEN: Woah! Woah! Hey, fellas!
And just like that, it stops. The fans give a huge pop for James Raven and Andre Dixon coming out on the ramp, microphones in hand. They look down at the ring with Genesis paying their attention to them, begging for Blackman and Raven to come down and join the mix. They hold up the beaten body of Jason Mudd, pointing at him, taunting that they are next. James Raven only smiles.
RAVEN: Yeah, we see what you've done.
DIXON: He still looks okay to me, man.
RAVEN: Yeah, hardly a scratch. We don't have to worry about getting ourselves dirty. That's not the game plan.
The fans all look confused. They seem ready to boo at any seconds notice; however, they go even more silent as James Raven pulls from his pocket a small, rectangular case...
With a button on it!
DIAMOND: We know what that is! Spring Slugfest all over again!
ROTTEN: Is that the mud button!? Page! Get out of the ring!
James Raven places his finger over the button.
RAVEN: This is.
He presses the button! The fans roar in cheers as from the rafters, high in the arena, a reaction from the button being pressed occurs and a massive, thick wave of runny mud falls from the sky right on everyone in the ring! Chris Page, Jason Black, and the rest of Genesis try to flee as they get splashed with the mud! They are covered! It's everywhere! Fans in the front rows are getting covered too, but they don't care! They love this!
ROTTEN: Disgusting!
DIAMOND: It's what those pigs deserve! Poor Mudd being in the mix!
His name is Jason MUDD for a reason! He's grinning from ear to ear as the mess continues to fall down on everyone in the ring! He simply lays where he is, catching his breath from the beat down while Genesis slips and slides, falling all their asses, panicking!
Finally after nearly fifteen seconds of a solid pour down, Jason Mudd begins to move slowly, getting to his feet without any problems at all. Seth Stevens and Jason Black are frantically trying to stand up, but Seth Stevens falls back on his ass! Jason Black almost makes it to his feet, but slips and slides right into Jason Mudd... BAM! Divine Intervention! Just like that, Jason Black is out! The other members of Genesis, furious, try to swing and grab Jason Mudd, but he slides out of the ring and stumbles against the barricade, laughing at the mess!
Jason Mudd slowly makes his way up the ramp, holding his ribs and grinning at the total embarrassment of Genesis here tonight on Brawl! Chronic Chris Page has stopped fighting the mud, simply staring with cold eyes calculating. He is pissed, very pissed!
The camera follows Jason Mudd, covered in mud, as he walks backstage to meet with James Raven, Andre Dixon, and Ashley Divine. Ashley has a few white towels, but Jason shakes his head knowing they will do no good for the goop stuck to every inch of his body.
MUDD: .... Think that got their attention?
RAVEN: Yeah. I think it may just have.
The fans cheer as the camera fades back to the ring! What a mess! We cut back to the locker room area.
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GILMOUR CUTS A PROMO?
We cut back to a WGWF backdrop where Denise Essex is standing by...
ESSEX: Joining me at this time, please welcome PETER GILMOUR!
The camera pans back revealing Gilmour standing beside Denise. He yanks the microphone from her hands...
GILMOUR: Green Bay, Wisconsin..
A small pop from the crowd.
GILMOUR: You know something, everywhere I go, people keep asking me.. Why Peter? Why did you smash Nathan Lucas in the head with a chair? Why did you steal the TV Title? You wanna know why?
The crowd screams "YES!" Peter flashes a devilish smirk.
GILMOUR: Fine, I'll tell ya. But first, JAMES RAVEN.. you stupid son of a bitch. How dare you put your hands on my girl Rose. I..
Rose takes the microphone away from Peter. Peter looks at Rose with a "what the fuck" look but then smiles wickedly.
ROSE: James Raven, if you ever put your hands on me again, I will personally make sure to break your fingers off your hands. You don't want to mess with the Queen of Xtreme. I will send you back to that BITCH Mia Sanchez a broken, bloody mess. Count on that you piece of shit. Touch me again, and I'll put you down like Mia goes down on all the boys in the back. It must suck when you go home and have sex with a slut doesn't it James. You see I'm a lady with class. I don't have to sleep my way to the top.. unlike Jocelyn Camden, but I digress. Guys, you want to put your hands on me and think I'm some chew toy? Think again, because the DARK THORN is ready to throw down with you perverts. And if Ashley Divine, Alyssa Ferro or that cumslut Jocelyn Camden want some.. Well, you know where to find me. But know this.. when you get into the ring with me, it won't be pretty. You will feel the DARK KISS and it will be all over. So if you want to mess with the Queen, you better get ready to BOW DOWN.. BITCHES!
Wow!! A rare threat from Rose Smith. She gives the microphone back to her man and Peter grins wickedly at his girlfriend.
GILMOUR: You tell them my love. Now Nathan Lucas...
A giant cheer comes from the crowd. Peter rolls his eyes then continues.
GILMOUR: Nathanial, I told you to give me what I want but you didn't listen. So I had take matters into my own hands and steal the one thing you hold near and dear to you, the TV Title. Why did I do it? Real simple actually. I did it because I am sick and tired of being overlooked by the so called "champions" of this federation. Guys like you, like John Gambino and Hunter Ryan. Now, no disrespect to John Gambino, he is a great wrestler.. A fello Italiano. Il mio amico. John, I respect you and if given the chance to compete for your IC Title, I'll bring my very best. You are Italiano like me John. But just like the Sopranos, you will get WHACKED if you face me for the IC Title. Hunter Ryan, I heard what you said in your promo. I have no problems with you either. You are a great champion here in the WGWF. But to say I've gone overboard and stole a gimmick that Kenny Radical did? No Hunter, I am not going overboard. A wise man once told me, "when things get tough, you take things into your own hands, no matter the risk." Sure, "stealing" the TV Title is gonna get me in deep shit, but I got what i wanted didn't I? I got my shot at the TV Title at Hardcore Hell. Nathan, the only reason I don't have the TV Title with me right now is because I made a deal with Adam Barker. That's right I made a deal with the devil himself and I'd like to thank Mr. Barker for making the match at Hardcore Hell. But you fell right into my trap. I was nice enough to give you back your title, but being the stupid idiot that you are, took your eyes off of me and that's when i bashed your brains in with a steel chair. Are you still having headaches Nathan? Still seeing spots? Still having blurred vision? Well, TOO BAD! You may think you're going to get revenge on me, but I beg to differ. Let's face it, you're not worthy of the TV Title. I AM! I have busted my ass in this ring every week Nathan. I have bled buckets of blood. I have sacrificed my own body to get a shot here in the WGWF. Sure, when presented with a title shot, I've lost. But I keep coming back when the chips are down. You and I know that I am ready to be a champion in the WGWF. It is my destiny to be the TV Champion, regardless of what guys like Nick Ryan says. Nick Ryan is a joke and a selfish prick with a fetish for fat chicks and cock. But I digress. Nathan Lucas, I gave you back the TV Title back so I can get what I want and I got it. I get my shot against you at HARDCORE HELL and believe me it will be hell for you in Las Vegas. At Hardcore Hell, I won't be stealing your title. Oh no. I will earn it by beating the holy hell out of you. So I hope you've recovered from that wicked chair shot I gave you. I hope you didn't lose any brain cells. Not that you have any anyways. Nathan, I look forward to our match in two weeks. Shine that belt up real nice for me. Because at Hardcore Hell, after I get done whipping your ass, I will become the NEW TV Champ and defend it with honor. Nathan Lucas, you will see what PURE EVIL truly is. At Hardcore Hell, you will be taken.. TO THE XTREME!!! See you in Vegas.. BITCH!
The crowd boo's as Gilmour walks off screen as the scene cuts back to ringside....
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MATCH 3:
GRAPPLING GURU vs JOHNNY O'BOM
MASTERS: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, introducing first making his RETURN to the WGWF. He hails from Colorado Springs; Colorado….he is the “King of Extreme”, “Mr. Popularity” and “the Extreme Maniac” …JOHNNY O’BOM!!!!!
The light darken as blue/red/yellow/orange/green lights begin to flick around the entire arena as Cinderella man plays and O’Bom runs out he looks at all fans who respond in toe with a warm welcome in the city of champions.
ROTTEN: It’s about damn time Derrick, I hope that introduction was worth it.
DIAMOND: Like him or not Flash one of the most bizarre and breath taking dare devil is BACK in the WGWF.
Johnny runs down the ramp slapping their hands he slides in the ring jumps on apron and does the rock star sign as the lights come back on.
MASTERS: And his opponent also returning to the WGWF, he hails from Springboro Ohio…he is the “Grappling Guru”…DOUBLE G!!!!!!!
The arena is pitch black as "A New Day" by Adelitas Way blast across speakers as one single beam of light shines out of the entrance way. Moments later stepping through the light and into a spot light is the Guru. With a grin on his face he begins to walk towards the ring.
DIAMOND: He’s back…Double G a man who helped to make Wrestle Wars a global success is once again back in the WGWF and he looks to be in great shape.
Double G reaches the ring apron as he runs on the spot for a moment before leaping up and grabbing the top rope as the lights come back on showing Johnny sitting and watching on a turnbuckle as the bell rings.
DING! DING! DING!
Johnny dares the Guru to come and get him, Gary quickly charges in but Johnny leaps from the top rope nailing a donkey kick to the back of the Guru falls to his knees. Johnny with a grin on his face turns around straight into a SPEAR from Double G. Fans pop as Johnny lies in pain in the ring grabbing at his ribs. But there is no rest as Double G with a handful of Johnny hair’s stands him up and introduces him to the mat three times with belly to belly throws.
DIAMOND: Well early on it looks like Double G came for a fight while Johnny maybe under prepared a little.
Double G now lays boots to the gut before Johnny is sent into the ropes but Gary ducks his head too early as Johnny kicks in square in the jaw. Double G backs up a bit as Johnny then nails a drop kick to the leg brining the Guru down to a knee. Johnny risking it all leaps to the top rope and comes off looking for a cross body block but the Guru in mid air lands a SPEAR!!!!!!!
ROTTEN: HA…HA…HA….HE’S BROKEN IN HALF!
In the ring cameras focus on the amount of pain Johnny is in but then pan up showing the Guru standing over his “broken” body. Double G quickly picks up what is left of O’Bom and pulls him into position looking for the “Grapple Bomb” but Johnny just falls to his knees, Gary picks him up again and this time drives Johnny spine first with a “GRAPPLE BOMB”!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
DING! DING! DING!
MASTERS: The WINNER of the match….the “GRAPPLING GURU”…DOUBLE G!!!!!
ROTTEN: He is DONE LIKE DINNER
DIAMOND: There is no doubt about it….Double G is back…the only question is who’s next?
Double G has his hand raised triumphantly in the air, a grin on his face as slowly the camera moves up to the jumbo-tron and the big screen flickers to life.
WHAT DOES BEING IN THE ELIMINATION CHAMBER MEAN TO YOU?
The crowd pops as WGWF World Heavyweight Champion, Hunter Ryan is shown sitting in front of a Hardcore Hell logo..
"Every time I step into that ring, I put my body, heart, and soul on the line...and leave it all in between those ropes. Certain matches, however, require more than that. Certain matches require blood, sweat, and tears on top of the body, heart, and soul. The Elimination Chamber is one such match. I've been in War of Independence matches and won. I've been in Hell Domes and survived. But this match right here - this one takes the cake. To even be walking into this match the World's Champion is the greatest honor I've ever known in my career. But to walk out would be more than an honor. It would be a miracle. Not just to walk out still the WGWF World Heavyweight Champion, but to just walk out at all. That would be something else, entirely."
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The cameras fade up to the concourse where Axle the Shark and Nick Ryan are walking. Finally they stop and Nick pats Axle on the shoulder. In front of them is an Initiative only merchandise stand.
NICK: Here you go buddy.
AXEL: It's lovely. How much for that Paul Frost t-shirt?
He points to a "Perfection" t-shirt, much to the chagrin of Nick.
NICK: It's 19.99. But remember how I said we needed for selling shirts to the kids?
Axel thinks about this for a moment before nodding his head.
AXEL: Absolutely, everyone loves a good celebrity endorsement.
Nick smiles and as Axel gets behind the stand.
AXEL: T-shirts! Get your t-shirts!
Axel lifts up a Nick Ryan t-shirt.
AXEL: Nick Ryan "We Need A Hero"!
He sets that down, lifting up an Axel shirt.
AXEL: "Rated G Souperstar"!
He tosses it back on the stand, picking up...a Peter Gilmour shirt!?
AXEL: Whoops, must've got in the wrong bin.
He tosses it to the ground. A little boy and his mother walk up to the stand.
BOY: Hey Mom, can I get a shirt?
MOM: Sure, Jimmy.
She notices the shirt on the ground.
MOM: What's wrong with that shirt?
AXEL: Everything.
The mother just stares at the shirt, and then at Nick.
MOM: ...how much do you want for it?
Nick just stares at the shirt, at Axel, at the mother, the boy, and back at the shirt. He picks the shirt up, and hands it to the boy. Nick: Here, this one's on the house.
AXEL: Hold on, just needs a final touch.
Axel grabs a roll of duct tape from under the table. He rips off a strip of tape, covering the face of Gilmour before ripping off another strip to cover Gilmour's name.
AXEL: Wait for it.
He grabs a Sharpie from under the table, quickly drawing a face with a fin over the head strip and writing "Axel the Shark" over the name.
AXEL: There ya go. Enjoy, Jimmy!
Jimmy looks at the shirt, and then back at Axel.
JIMMY: Gee, thanks Axel!
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MATCH 4:
R.J. PALMER vs "REAL AMERICAN" TERRY BORDEN
The synth intro to Destabilise by Enter Shikari starts playing through the speakers and boos echo around the arena. R.J. steps out on stage with an arrogant smirk and stands on the stage and embraces all the hatred coming at him. He signals the crowd to keep it all coming and then starts to walk down to the ring. When near the ring, he gets a run up and slides under the bottom rope and into the ring and springs up to his feet. He walks over to the ropes and demands a microphone.
PALMER: Two weeks ago, Jason Mudd made his WGWF debut and sided himself with James Raven and Andre Dixon, shocking the world at the expense of Genesis. Oh, you must think these guys are clever little guys for making a stable out of nowhere to fight Genesis but still not be on the same side of The Initiative, don't you? I bet you do. But it wasn't James Raven or Jason Mudd who came up with the concept. Do you know who thought of it? ME! A few weeks back, when Jason was first rumored to have signed a contract, I pitched an idea to him and then later to James, about making our own stable. So what do they do? They Mark Zuckerberg'd me. And for those who don't get the reference, I'll put in words you can understand.
R.J. walks over to the corner and leans into the turnbuckle.
PALMER: I pitched them an idea.. They thought it was good and showed interest.. They then took said idea and made it their own and left me out of it. I even sent James a message two weeks ago, when I saw that him and Jason have aligned themselves.
ROTTEN: I knew they weren't smart enough to do that. James Raven is Canadian after all.
DIAMOND: It's probably all just a coincidence.
Palmer takes his phone out of his pocket.
PALMER: And you know what I've got back in that time?
He holds up his phone's inbox to the camera.
PALMER: Absolutely nothing. So not only am I being fucked over by WGWF management, I'm being fucked over by my own peers. Why stay in a company that I can't trust anyone in? Now that I can't answer. So as of this moment.. Every other wrestler in the back, Chris Page and the entire WGWF in general, can get fucked.
Palmer throws the microphone into the ground and begins stretching. "Real American" by Rick Derringer begins to play over the PA. The crowd roars as Real American comes out from the curtain dressed in yellow speedo style trunks, red knee pads, and yellow boots with a shirt that reads "REAL AMERICAN" in red and the shirt is yellow with a red bandana comvering his head. Real American comes down the ramp walking up the steel steps and to the ring apron entering the ring. As he enters he rips off the shirt to a pop from the crowd before tossing his bandana to the crowd.
With Terry's back turned, R.J. takes advantage and clotheslines Borden in the back of the head.
Ding! Ding! Ding!
Palmer keeps Borden grounded as he stomps all over his body. He then gets on top of Borden and begins bringing down the right hands to the skull of Terry. The referee begins the count to break it up but Palmer keeps going until the count of four and then gets off.
The ref takes Palmer back and starts lecturing him. Terry starts to get back up and is on his knees, but Palmer pushes the ref out of the way and kick Terry in the side of the head. He goes for the cover.
ONE!
TW-
Borden shoots his shoulder up. Palmer grabs Borden by what little hair he has and forces him up to his feet. He lifts Borden up onto his shoulders and looks like he's going the Antagonize, but Terry struggles and slides off his shoulders and kicks R.J. in the gut. Borden lifts R.J. up into a suplex position but falls forward instead of backwards. R.J. rolls to the corner and uses it to help himself up. Borden doesn't wait and sprints at R.J. in the corner and slams himself against Palmer and the turnbuckle.
Borden then grabs R.J. by the arm and whips him into the opposite corner and goes for another running splash. This time R.J. dodges Borden, who goes crashing into corner.
DIAMOND: Palmer was a bit to quick for Borden that time.
Palmer attempts to whip Borden into the ropes but it's reversed and Palmer rebounds off the ropes and is met with a shoulder block from Borden. Palmer is laid out on his back and Borden looks around the arena, the fans start to cheer as they know what Borden is thinking. Borden runs to the ropes and rebounds and goes to drop the leg but R.J. moves out of the way and quickly rolls under the ropes.
R.J. decides to take a break outside the ring, but Terry doesn't think so. He also exits the ring and grabs R.J. by the back of the head and takes him over to the announcers table and slams his head down on it and then rolls Palmer back under the ropes and into the ring.
ROTTEN: That was a blatant misuse of our table. Disqualify him, ref!
DIAMOND: If that was R.J., you would have praised him for it.
ROTTEN: I care about the rules, Diamond.
Terry gets up onto the ring apron and Palmer gets up and jams his thumb in Terry's eye. Terry is temporarily blinded and is knocked off the ring apron by a dropkick from R.J. and falls down and hits his own head on the announcers table this time.
ROTTEN: Smart move by R.J.
Diamond: Told you..
ROTTEN: R.J. didn't slam Terry into the table. Terry fell by himself.
Diamond: What about the poke to the eye?
ROTTEN: What about it?
Palmer grabs the top rope and waits for Borden to turn around and then slingshots himself over the top rope with a crossbody and takes both of them out.
At that moment, you can hear boos and the camera focuses on the ramp where someone is emerging from the back. It's Dante Anglais, he has arrived in WGWF and is standing at the top of the ramp with his arms crossed, just observing.
DIAMOND: Who's this? Why is he even out here?
ROTTEN: That's Dante Anglais! I'm such a huge fan of this guy.
DIAMOND: So he's an asshole then? We don't need any more of those around here.
The referee gets to the count of four before R.J. finds his way back to his feet. He grabs Borden by the hair and tights and sends him into to the steel steps. The ref gets up to six before R.J. sends Borden back in the ring. But before he gets in the ring himself, he grabs the ring bell and takes it in with him.
DIAMOND: What's he doing? This isn't a no DQ match!
As soon as R.J. enters the ring, the ref grabs the bell and has to force it off of R.J. While the referee has his back turned and is returning the ring bell, R.J. pulls out a steel pipe from the side of his boot and looks at Borden, who is just getting up and then at the ref to see if he's looking and then back at Borden. Palmer swings the pipe and gets Borden right between the eyes.
DIAMOND: While the official had his back turned, R.J. uses a weapon to knock Borden out! Come on ref, don't allow this!
ROTTEN: If they ref didn't see it, it didn't happen.
Borden falls backwards and is out. R.J. throws the pipe as far as he can into the audience and then locks on the triangle choke to an already unconscious Borden.
DIAMOND: Now this is just insulting. Someone needs to put a stop this kid.
The referee runs over to them and checks on Borden and sees that he's out cold and even raises his arm and lets go to see if any life is still in him. His arms drops lifelessly to the mat and the referee calls it.
MASTERS: Here is your winner.. R.J. Palmer.
ROTTEN: I knew he was going to win. This guy is starting to rub off on me. Does he have any merch for sale?
DIAMOND: Well I don't like him. Not if he has to resort in dirty tactics to win his matches.
R.J. stands up and leans over the ropes and stares at Dante, who turns around and walks back behind the curtain.
WHAT DOES BEING IN THE ELIMINATION CHAMBER MEAN TO YOU?
As the jumbo-tron flickers to life, we see Zach Rizza staring into the camera, his eyebrow raised inquisitively.
"Have you seen what I have been doing in the previous weeks? Being in this match proves that after 2 full months in my WGWF career will mean that I will be in the main event picture for a long, LONG time...like it or not."
[Slow Fade]
[To Be Continued In Part Two]