Post by WRONG CCP ACCT on May 16, 2011 19:19:00 GMT -5
WGWF PRESENTS
MONDAY NIGHT BRAWL
ENERGY SOLUTIONS ARENA
SALT LAKE CITY, UTAH
MONDAY NIGHT BRAWL
ENERGY SOLUTIONS ARENA
SALT LAKE CITY, UTAH
EARLIER TODAY
Earlier today is written across the screen as cameras show the loading bay of the arena as we can see & hear a black & blue Honda Motorcycle RVR 12 pull into frame. The rider is none other than WGWF referee for the night…Paul Frost. Fans pop as Frost gets off the bike wearing his blue & white BMX leather jacket along with a pair of blue jeans. Frost pockets his keys as he enters the arena where almost imminently Denise Essex is waiting.
Essex: Paul…I mean WGWF official Paul Frost could I get a quick word with you?
Frost: Sure
Essex: Tonight Paul you find yourself in the middle of a family reunion of sorts as you will be the law and order in that ring when Dean James and Chris Page meet for only the second time ever. How do you plan to keep everything in check?
Frost: I don’t
Essex: Pardon? What do you mean you don’t?
A tiny smile comes to Frost’s face
Frost: I just don’t plan to do ANYTHING in this match except count the fall or ring the bell for a submission. Until we get to that point well it’s open season, everything is legal as far as I’m concerned….this won’t be a match but a fight and if those two want to tear each other apart who I’m I to say no? Truth be told I really don’t care who wins either way in fact a perfect night would be calling a draw and watch both men get carted out by the EMT’s.
Essex: So you won’t play favorites?
Frost: Favorites….really…are you kidding me Denise? Favorites…how could I possibly favor two men who turned their backs on me, two men who cost me a Worlds Title, two men who continually beat me down and two men who I’ve beaten more than once, trust me when I say there will be NO favorites in this match. There will be a winner, a loser and one PERFECT referee who WILL strike back…if provoked…now if there’s anything else?
Essex: Just one more thing….tonight not withstanding…last week Chris Page and well just next week you two will meet in an I Quit match. Well I was wondering will you….
Frost: Try and gain revenge for last week?
Essex: Yes
Paul pauses for a moment before answering
Frost: The only thing I have to say to that is by the end of the night you will hear Chris Page scream I Quit
Fans Pop as Frost leaves Essex as he heads down a hallway and walks into the room marked “WGWF Referee’s”
The scene fades to a dark screen for several seconds before we fade into the SOLD OUT Energy Solutions Arena. "Welcome to the Family" by Avenged Sevenfold rocks over the PA. The crowd exlodes as pyro shoots off from all over the building. The camera pans the massive crowd as the voice of Derrick Diamond is heard.
Diamond: Welcome everyone to the final stop before HARDCORE HELL! Welcome to MONDAY NIGHT BRAWL!
The scene cuts to ringside where Diamond and Flash are shown as Derrick continues.
Diamond: What a night we have in store for everyone here tonight!
Rotten: It's going to be a explosive night tonight on Brawl. In our Main Event, the WGWF Intercontinental Championship will be on the line as "Bigg Rigg" John Gambino defends against the British Firecracker Jocelyn Camden!
Diamond: A Grudge Match over a year in the making, finally tonight Chronic Chris Page and the Lost Legend Dean James are going to square off in the center of the ring!
Rotten: The wild card is Paul Frost. Can he actually call the match down the middle, or will past issues resurface?
Diamond: A Pay-Per-View Main Event ANYWHERE, we're going to see Andre Dixon take on Hunter Ryan, and with the title not at stake the only thing that the winner takes is extra momentum going into the Eimination Chamber next week at Hardcore Hell!
Rotten: What about the Triple Threat Match pitting James Raven taking on R.J. Palmer taking on Jason Black... and think, just next week throw the managers in and we've got a Triangle Elimination Tables Match for the World Tag Team Championship!
Diamond: All this, and MUCH more tonight LIVE from Salt Lake City!
HEAT AND FIRE ATTACKED!
We cut back to the loading dock where FAMINE of the VILE, John Gambino, John Stone, and Dean James are shown assaulting both HEAT and FIRE! Heat and Fire are both bloody as Famine is shown hitting the Blood Driver on Fire while Dean drives Heat into the concrete with the Box Office Smash! Famine is shown leaning over the bloody, broken bodies of the WGWF Originals...
Famine: Either of you in a title match is STUPID! Consider this a present from the G.O.D.S!
Scene cuts back to ringside.
MATCH 1:
TAG TEAM MATCH
KENNY RADICAL and ALYSSA FERRO vs AXEL "THE SHARK" and GRAPPLING GURU
Diamond: It's time for the first match of the night. Double G and Initiative mascot, Axel The Shark will face off against the Genesis due of Alyssa Ferro and Kenny Radical.
Rotten: Watching Genesis pick apart their opponents and getting a win is the right way to kick off a show.
Diamond: They haven't won yet, Rotten. They haven't even entered the ring yet.
A New Day by Adelitas Way is playing as Double G has just stepped inside the ring. "Rock Lobster" by The B-52's plays through the arena, much to the delight of the crowd as Axel the Shark leaps out from the back. Axel gives high fives to people in the front row as he makes his way to the ring, jumping over the top rope. He climbs up the turnbuckle, saluting his fans before jumping back down.
Born Like This by Three Day Grace then begins to play through the P.A. system, which sends the crowd into a frenzy of boos. Kenny Radical and Alyssa Ferro step out into the arena and take no time to march down to the ring. Ferro immediately taunts Axel and tells Kenny that she'll start the match. Double G is the pick for the other time to start.
The bell sounds for the match to start..
Diamond: The smallest of the group, starting off with the biggest. Interesting.
Ferro and Guru go to lock up, but Ferro ducks under Guru's arms and grabs him from behind. Guru is quick to reach over his back and flip Ferro over with a snapmare and keep hold of her head as he takes her to the ground. Guru then stands up and brings Ferro with him, only to toss her back to the ground again and covers her.
One..
Ferro barely makes it past one before kicking out. Guru once again brings Ferro to her feet, but the feisty redhead brings the fight back and starts laying into Double G's mid-section before whipping him into her teams corner. She runs up and jumps up and plants her knees into Guru's stomach and tags Kenny's hand before falling back and sending Guru across with the ring with a monkey flip.
Rotten: Amazing team work by Genesis. Just goes to show why they're the dominant force around here.
Radical jumps in the ring and drops his elbow down to the forehead of Double G. Radical gets back up and starts stomping down on the big man. Kenny doesn't slow down and keeps the momentum going by sprinting at the ropes and coming back and hits a senton and pins Guru.
One..
Two..
Guru forces Kenny off of him and attempts to get up but Kenny grabs his head from behind and drops him with a reverse DDT. Kenny backs up and waits for Guru to get back to his feet and then kicks him in the gut and places Guru in the power bomb position.
Rotten: Here we go. Radical Ride time.
Guru forces himself up, sending Kenny back with a back body drop.
Diamond: What was that you were saying?
Rotten: ... It's coming, give it time. Which is what she said.
Diamond: Who said?
Rotten: Your mother.
Guru makes it back to his corner and tags in Axel. The children in the crowd start screaming like they just saw Santa. Axel poses for the crowd while he waits for Kenny to turn around and then hugs Radical but throws Radical over himself with a belly-to-belly slam. Axel grabs Kenny's leg and signals for the Shark Bait.
Diamond: What did you say earlier, Rotten? Here we go? It's Shark Bait time.
Rotten: Oh come on, surely that move is illegal.
Radical has no place to go as his hand raises up and begins to twitch to come down but Alyssa saves saves it for her team by kicking Axel in the back of the head. The referee has to force her back out. Axel gets Kenny back to his feet and throws him to the ropes and attempts a clothesline, but Kenny ducks, runs into the opposite ropes and rebounds and smashes Axel with a spear and covers.
One..
Two..
Axel kicks out in the knick of time. Radical keeps Axel on the floor and starts bringing down the right hands. The ref begins to the count to break it up..
One..
Two..
Three..
Four..
Kenny stops but is still forced away and starts arguing with the referee. Axel finds his way back up and regains his balance after nearly being slammed through the mat with that spear. Kenny rushes back over to Axel with another right hand by Axel ducks and jumps back with a Pele kick which connects and seems to K.O. Radical.
Diamond: What a move!
Rotten: Yeah, what a shit move.
Diamond: Rotten, why can't you ever appreciate good wrestling when you see it? Don't bother answering..
Axel rolls Kenny over and pins his shoulder to the mat.
One..
Two..
T..
Kenny springs his left arm. Axel gets up and extends his hand to Guru who is tagged into the match. Guru gets back into the match with full force. First by picking Kenny up onto his shoulder, backing into a corner and then running out to the middle and slamming Kenny down with a harsh powerslam. Guru isn't done yet, he picks Kenny back and hoists him high in the air and then lets him go, forcing Kenny to become gravity's bitch. Guru slams down on the mat and yells, almost like a roar. He starts to stalk Kenny but Ferro enters the ring and kicks him in the back of the knee, making the knee buckle and bringing Guru down to one leg. She then grabs his head, jumps up into the air and brings Double G head first with a tornado DDT.
The crowd explodes as Axel boosts himself over the ropes and clotheslines Ferro over the rope rope.
Axel climbs to the top rope, looks around the arena with a huge smile and then like a maniac, he leaps off the top rope and to the outside of the ring with the Shark Dive and almost kills himself and Ferro in the process.
Back in the ring, Kenny sees his opportunity to win the match and covers Guru.
One..
Two..
Thr..
Guru kicks out at 2 and a half. Kenny, now a bit infuriated, forces Guru back into a powerbomb position but this time it successful in lifting Guru up before driving him into the mat with the Radical Ride! Ferro pulls herself up on the ring apron, she extends her hand... Kenny walks over and tags in Ferro. Ferro climbs to the top of the turnbuckle as GG slowly gets to his feet.
Rotten: Woo hoo, look out below!
GG turns around and Ferro leaps off, nailing a Fire Bomb! Ferro locks in the sleeper portion, but GG is already out cold. The referee runs over and checks on GG…then immediately calls for the bell.
WINNERS: Kenny Radical & Alyssa Ferro
The bell rings, but Ferro tightens the grip, screaming out into the crowd. The crowd boos Ferro as she doesn’t break the old on the unconscious Guru. Finally, Radical walks over and taps Ferro on the shoulder. Ferro snaps out of it, and lets go of the hold on GG. She and Radical crawl out of the ring with the fans continue to shower the two in boo’s as the scene cuts backstage...
ADAM BARKER FINDS A REPLACEMENT
We open up inside the office of Adam Barker as he sits behind a highly polished mahogany desk, shuffling impatiently through a stack of papers before finally throwing them down in front of him and looking at the young man sitting in the chair across from him.
BARKER: Do you mind explaining what I’m looking at here?
YOUNG MAN: My resume, sir. If you look past the cover letter to the second page, you’ll see I have quite a bit of experience, both locally and regionally.
BARKER: Uh-huh…
YOUNG MAN: Now I know that I don’t have any experience on a stage like this, but I think I’m ready, sir. All I need is someone to give me the opportunity, and you being in my hometown like this feels like a sign… you’re here to give me my big break!
The camera pans around to show the WGWF hopeful, his eyes wide and eager. His hair is short and a dirty blonde, spiked up carefully in the front. His eyes are a deep blue, and the grin he shoots Adam is one the girls in the arena would die for. There’s no disputing it, this kid has “the look”. The camera pans slowly back to Barker who still looks disinterested.
BARKER: So, you’re an Indy guy? You’re an Indy guy with the balls to ask the head of one of the biggest wrestling companies in the world to put you on his roster?
The young man shrugs his shoulders sheepishly, nodding his head.
YOUNG MAN: That’s got to count for something, right?
Barker picks up the young mans resume again, looking down at the paperwork and flipping casually through the sheets as the young man in front of him looks on, still hopefully.
BARKER: You sure do have a lot of Indy experience, I’ll give you that… and your references all speak very highly of you. Too bad I’ve never heard of any of them. Sorry kid, but you’re too green. If I took you on the road with us, you’d get eaten alive by my guys. Granted, the thought of watching that is almost enough for me to say yes, but I can’t do it.
The young mans head falls in disappointment as Adam hands back the resume. Suddenly, his head snaps back up and he looks the boss in the eyes, suddenly consumed my intensity.
YOUNG MAN: NO! That’s bull shit, Barker. This is my time; this is my moment, and I REFUSE to let you take it away from me. I’ve beaten everyone there is to beat in Salt Lake City, and I’ve won every title belt Utah has to offer me. I need to get out of here, or else I’ll just become another “could have been” and I REFUSE to let you do that to me. Just give me a shot, Adam, I guarantee you that I can be the best you’ve ever seen!
Barker looks thoughtfully at the young rookie, taken off guard by the minor speech but visibly impressed by it. He strokes his chin thoughtfully, and then grins.
BARKER: What’s you’re name again, kid?
YOUNG MAN: Jordan Graves, sir. You can call me whatever the hell you want to, though, once you put me on your roster.
BARKER: Fine. Here’s the deal… you want to be the best, and I want to see that you have the potential to back up that dream. To do that, you’re going to have to beat one of the best, and you’re going to have to do it here tonight.
YOUNG MAN: What?
Adam stands up from his desk slowly, the wild grin still on his face as he motions for Jordan to stand up with him. He walks around the desk, putting his arm around Jordan’s shoulders and walking him towards the door slowly.
BARKER: Fire was scheduled to compete tonight… that won’t be happening. Now I’m in the bind of not having anyone available for Nathan Lucas to defend his Television title against. Now you’ve won every belt in Utah, but I’m about to give you a shot at something far more prestigious. You want to prove you’re the top rookie in the game? That you’re the guy I need to build this companies future around? Well right now Nathan is that guy, and you’ll need to prove you’re worthy of taking his spot…
They reach the door, and Jordan turns to look at Barker.
YOUNG MAN: So, if I beat Nathan, I’m on the roster?
BARKER: You’ll be my Television Champion, Graves. Of course you’ll be on the roster.
Jordan nods slowly and extends his hand, which Barker shakes. They nod cordially at each other, and Barker shuts the door, turning back towards his desk.
BARKER: God, I hope Lucas kicks the shit out of that kid…
Fade out.
MATCH 2:
WGWF TELEVISION CHAMPIONSHIP
JORDAN GRAVES vs NATHAN LUCAS (c)
“Ladies and gentlemen, please! Will you bring your attention to me!”
The camera returns to the ring as strobe lights begin to flash around the arena, “Ladies and Gentlemen” by Saliva blasting over the speakers as the fans look at each other in confusion wondering what’s happening. Smoke begins to pour from the mouth of the stage, and suddenly a silver and blue pyro display goes off the ramp as the WGWF Television Champion takes the stage with his title belt slung casually over his shoulder.
DIAMOND: It’s Nathan Lucas! What’s happening with the music, though?
ROTTEN: Logic would dictate that he has a new entrance theme, Derrick… Jesus…
DIAMOND: But, but, but… his Kanye theme was one of the greatest tracks of all time; OF ALL TIME!
The fans applaud loudly as Nathan makes his way down the ramp, slapping hands with the fans as he approaches the ring. Nathan eventually reaches the steel steps, climbing them quickly and stepping into the ring where Jordan Graves is already waiting for him.
DIAMOND: I like the kids moxy, Flash, but I think it’s a little hasty for him to be jumping into the ring with a man who’s proved himself to be an incredibly dominant champion.
ROTTEN: His career is over, and it technically hasn’t started yet.
As Nathan stands in his corner, his new music fades out and the referee makes his way over to take the Television title. As he does so, however, Nathan produces a microphone from the pocket of his board shorts and begins to address the fans.
NATHAN: Ladies and gentlemen, for weeks you’ve seen Peter Gilmour do everything that he possibly could to “get under my skin”. You’ve seen him attack me, you’ve seen him steal my title, you’ve seen him do everything except what’s important… put me away and get the last laugh.
The fans pop loudly in support of their Television champion.
NATHAN: Now, luckily for me Matt Hopkins sees where my frustration is coming from. Every week, I play the part of the victim, but where is my equalizer? My equalizer is now. I have with me a note from the REAL boss of the WGWF giving me the full authority to choose the stipulation for my match with Peter at Hardcore Hell… Last Man Standing, Steel Cage, First Blood… you’ve seen all that before, and quite honestly he may have the advantage. There’s one thing I can think of that Peter can’t touch me in though… MIXED MARTIAL ARTS RULES!
There’s another loud pop. MMA rules? Sanctioned by Matt Hopkins? What the hell is going on here?
NATHAN: No striking restrictions… knees, elbows, closed fists… no submission restrictions… choking, twisting until you hear a pop. It’s all legal, and to top it all off, we’ll be competing in a steel cage! There won’t be a judge’s decision, boys and girls, this is only going to end one way… and that’s somebody not being able to go anymore. Come Hardcore Hell, I’m knocking Pete stupid… in the words of Antoine Dodson, “run and tell that”.
Nathan goes to hand the microphone to the referee, but suddenly pulls it back.
NATHAN: Oh, shit… I forgot… We’ve got Jordan Graves making his professional debut here tonight! Welcome man, and in front of your own home town fans? It’s an awesome experience for you. Have you ever done MMA?
Jordan shakes his head no.
NATHAN: Huh. Well, you’re about to… see, this note from Hopkins also states that it’s been a while since I actually took part in an MMA match. To knock off the “octagon rust”, this match tonight is going to be under MMA rules as well.
Graves turns to look at the referee who simply shrugs as the fans cheer.
DIAMOND: This isn’t fair! Graves is the best amateur wrestler in Utah, but he’s never fought MMA in his life! This is his one shot, and Lucas is taking it away from him!
ROTTEN: Suck it up, bitch. Hope he fights his ass off…
DING! DING! DING!
DIAMOND: Well, there’s no point in talking about it now! The match is starting!
Nathan sprints out of his corner and leaps through the air with a massive flying knee that connects flush on the cheek of Jordan Graves, knocking him flat onto his back. Nathan immediately climbs into a full mount and begins raining down punches furiously, but to Graves’ credit he kicks both legs up desperately and gets himself some space before rolling to his feet. Both men are standing now, and Graves throws a sloppy three punch combination which Nathan ducks and dodges with relative ease. Nathan follows it up with two crisp jabs of his own, stumbling Graves, and then he knocks him flat again with a big right hook.
ROTTEN: DAMN!
Nathan backs up slowly, allowing Jordan to climb to his feet, blood dripping from his lip as he does so. He looks at the referee, silently begging for this to become a regular wrestling match. He tries to tie up with Nathan, but Lucas suddenly switches it to a muay thai clinch and throws several high powered knees straight into the grill of the Salt Lake rookie. Graves falls backwards for a third time, and this time Lucas looks to end it, leaping on top of his victim and quickly sinking in a submission lock.
DIAMOND: He taps out! Jordan taps out!
DING! DING! DING!
Nathan stands slowly, sweat free and breathing at a normal rate as he stares down at Graves and accepts his title from the referee. He points down at the unconscious rookie and then looks into the camera and mouths “that’s you, Petey”. He grins, and slowly the camera shot fades out on the STILL Television champion.
SPECIAL DELIVERY FOR JAMES RAVEN
The camera opens up in the locker room of James Raven where we see the WGWF Tag Team Champion sitting on a bench and watching a small television in the corner of the room. After a second we hear a knock at his locker room door, and he slowly gets up to answer it without ever taking his eyes off the TV.
RAVEN: Who’s there?
VOICE: Delivery.
Raven looks confused, but opens the door anyways to see a man dressed in a red and white Domino’s delivery uniform. James sticks his head out into the hall and looks from side to side before finally looking back at the delivery man.
RAVEN: Homeboy, I think you’re in the wrong place. Who delivers a pizza to the locker rooms of an arena?
DELIVERY MAN: Nope, this is where they told me to bring it, but I’m not delivering a pizza, cutie.
James raises his eyebrows in surprise, and then takes a step closer to the man at his door, almost challenging him.
RAVEN: Excuse me?
DELIVERY MAN: You heard me. The two beefcakes that hired me were very clear. This delivery is EXTRA special.
The delivery man opens the pizza carrier in his hands and pulls out a small CD player. Raven immediately sees where this is going and groans, trying to shut the door as the delivery man rips his shirt open to “Born this Way” by Lady GaGa. The spectacularly ripped male stripped jams the door with his foot, though, and James has no choice but to watch him bounce his “tasty cakes” and use his shirt as rectal floss.
RAVEN: Hang on, what are you even delivering?
DELIVERY MAN: A huge, heaping pile of cock!
RAVEN: Oh… spectacular…
His voice dripping in sarcasm, Raven rolls his eyes as the man in front of him continues to dance. However, ten seconds later the man removes the tear away pants with spectacular flourish, and Raven immediately reaches into his back pocket and removes his wallet. He pulls all of the cash he has and holds it out.
RAVEN: This is all yours if you don’t go any further…
DELIVERY MAN: Usually my clients pay me to keep going.
RAVEN: Usually your clients are gay.
DELIVERY MAN: Touché.
The man bends over and picks up his clothes, cramming them and the CD player back into the pizza delivery box before turning and making his way down the hall. Raven calls out after him.
RAVEN: HEY! Who hired you?
The delivery man turns around slowly, a smile on his face.
DELIVERY MAN: They asked me not to tell you if you asked, but I’ll give you a hint… Truth Until Death.
The camera pans back to Ravens face as the color drains and a look of horror appears, only to slowly fade to an amused grin. He chuckles to himself, shaking his head and shutting the door as he makes his way back into the locker room.
MATCH 3:
EXTREME RULES
PETER GILMOUR vs JOHNNY O'BOM
Donald Master’s : The following contest is scheduled for one fall and will be contested under EXTREME RULES!!!!!!!!
Loud POP
Donald Master’s: Introducing first he hails from Colorado Springs; Colorado….hr 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.
Rotten “Well here comes the lamb to the slaughter I mean competitor to the match.”
Diamond “I hate to agree with anything you say Flash but while Johnny maybe the king of extreme I don’t think he’ll be ruling in hell with Gilmour anytime soon.”
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.
Donald Master’s: And his opponent hails from Los Angeles, California and weighs in tonight at 225 pounds…accompanied by Rose…PETER GILMOUR!!!!!!”
Nothing but boo’s reign down from the crowd as the lights in the arena dim, then go to full black. We then see red strobe lights going around the arena and then come to the entranceway where a big explosion of fire hits as "Daddy's Fallen Angel" by In This Moment begins to play. After the initial guitar riff, we then hear a loud scream from the lead singer as Rose Smith comes out wearing a very sexy red halter top with black pants. She gives the crowd a sadistic wink of her eye and then we see Peter Gilmour come out in a black vest and black tights with PBK on the sides.
Diamond “Well I hope that couple of disgusting, disillusion and downright despicable deviants are proud of themselves for what they did earlier in the evening.”
Rotten “I’m sure they could be happier….wait until Johnny goes Boom gets his…WATCH OUT!!!!”
Just as Peter & Rose make it to the bottom of the ramp fans cheer as Johnny goes air borne as he flies over the top with a cross body block sending Gilmour crashing to the outside mats!!!!!
Ding….Ding
Johnny tries to keep the advantage his as he fires off a few right hands but Gilmour takes charge with a poke to the eye of Johnny. Fans boo as O’Bom stumbles back as Gilmour lands a knee to the gut before throwing Johnny head first straight into the steel steps. O’Bom lies cold on the outside as Peter takes a few moments to ready himself as he snaps his fingers as Rose hands Peter a steel chair. Gilmour grins as he takes Johnny’s head and lays it across the steel steps before picking up the chair and smashing it against the steel steps & Johnny’s head all at once. It’s a sickening sound along with the laughter of Rose from a distance.
Rotten “ What a delightful little laugh Rose has and let’s face it when you see that happen to that extreme fuck up like Johnny O’Bom all you can do his laugh.”
Diamond “REALLY…REALLY FLASH…LAUGH AT THAT? That sicken display of how vile, wicked and evil Peter Gilmour seems to be…yes what a laughing matter that is”
Johnny’s body just slowly slips off the steel as Peter reaches under the ring and pulls out a blast from the past from Spring Slugfest…the barbed wire kendo stick. A nasty smile comes across the face of Gilmour who twirls the stick around for a few moments before smacking it off the back of Johnny’s HEAD!!!!!! The body twitches like an electrical pulse was blasted through but then goes motionless. Gilmour not satisfied hands the stick back to Rose as Gilmour leans Johnny up against the ring apron and then rips off Johnny’s shirt exposing his flesh as Gilmour is handed back the kendo stick which is raises high in the air and then smacked across the back of Johnny O’Bom not once, twice not even three times….try five…five back to back barbed wire kendo shots to the exposed flesh of Johnny O’Bom. His back down looks like a piece of white bread with lines of red jelly running down the back.
Diamond “this is SICK…end this…end this now Peter if you have a soul you’ll…good GOD….NO.”
Johnny falls to his knees as Peter reaches under the ropes and grabs a sack which he slides into the ring along with the kendo stick & what’s left of Johnny O’Bom. The boo’s at this point are drowning out everything as Gilmour opens up the sack and spills out BROKEN GLASS on the canvas. Spreading it around with his boots Peter wastes no time as he backs Johnny into the ropes and then drives him into the glass with his DOOMS DAY Slam……ONE….TWO…..THREE!!!!!!!
Ding…Ding
Donald Master’s: The winner of the match, PETER GILMOUR!
Rotten: Gilmour looks rock solid heading into his MMA Rules TV Title match at Hardcore Hell.
Diamond: But can he take the title off the waist of the unstoppable Nathan Lucas?
The scene cuts back to the locker room.
PAUL FROST VISITS DEAN JAMES
Fans boo as cameras cut into the locker room of the G.O.D.S as we can see Dean James, IC Champion John Gambino & John Stone all preparing for their matches tonight when we hear a knock at the door.
Gambino: Who is it?
Fans pop as the door is open and we see Paul Frost dressed in his referee attire for the evening with a smile on his face. Both Frost & Gambino face off with John sporting a grin
Frost: That’s the sprit big fella keep your head up even after you lose to a girl tonight. Don’t worry I’m sure the rest of the team will still lick your meatballs after the match. I know Stone over there will especially since they’ll be extra saucy after your romp in the ring.
Gambino: Listen here you Nick Ryan bitch…if you don’t….
Frost: Don’t what? Huh? Let me ask you are you color blinded? I’m not wearing any cameo tonight champ…I’m in stripes…which means you hit me…well you and Stone could take that gay cruise sooner than later….understand? Stripes Good….Cameo bad…now if you don’t mind…I have a job to do with your “pal” over there.
James: Let him in
Both Stone & Gambino walk past Frost & out of frame as Dean James & Paul Frost stand face to face to a loud pop from the crowd.
James: Well Paul…what brings a pathetic WGWF referee into the locker room of GODS?
Frost: Gods…cute Dean…cute…now which God would you be? The God of riding coat tails, the God of kissing ass or the God of cuts and scrapes? Speaking of which hold out your arms.
James: What?
Frost: I said hold out your arms; I need to check for any recent cuts. See the referee rule book states if a competitor is suicidal they can’t compete in a ring in which they could kill themselves in.
Dean shows his arms as Paul pulls Dean in real close as he looks at his arms
Frost: All clear….guess what you can compete tonight…I’ll inform Page the squash job is still on.
Dean: You do that Paul and just remember that if YOU lay on finger on me…well I hope you won’t mind becoming the FIRST sacrifice to the GODS.
Dean grins as he slaps Frost on the face
Frost: Dean I would love nothing more than to take your face and ram it straight through a windshield….opps…wait Page already did that…right? Good luck Dean……
Frost leaves the frame Leaving Dean fuming after that last statement
Diamond “One down…one to go….Paul Frost and Chris Page will meet next”
The scene cuts to the office of Adam Barker.
BARKER'S PHONE CALL
We see Adam sitting behind his desk. He's on the phone, we hear the following exert.
Barker: Look, I don't know who or what Matt Hopkins has planned. All I know is that apparently someone or something is going to show up at Hardcore Hell. What do you know?... Like that helps. Look, I'm going to run. I got to figure this out quickly!
Barker hangs up the phone before putting his head in his hands as the scene cuts back to ringside...
R.J. PALMER AND DANTE HAVE A LITTLE PARTY
The cameras cut back to the ring where RJ Palmer and Dante Anglais are stood in the ring with a range strange looking contraption set up in the ring. It’s covered up by a sheet to disguise what exactly it is but both Dante and RJ look very proud of whatever it is.
Dante: I decided that, since I wasn’t booked in a match this week, that I would make my debut in a WGWF ring a rather memorable one. RJ and I have a good bit of history and we’ve had some very up and down moments with one particular individual who came here to face off with RJ but ended up running off a few days later because he couldn’t handle the place. That’s very “him”.
Palmer: But not before I could beat him in a match and finally prove that I am the better wrestler. Now, Dante and I were thinking. Since we've brought the old band back together, we might as well make it the full trio.
Palmer walks over to the contraption and grabs the sheet.
Dante: Ta-da!
Palmer pulls the sheet off to remove a human-sized piñata of Doctor Emo. The fans aren’t quite sure how to react to this, there are a few murmurs and a few boo’s for the pairing but the majority of the crowd looks confused.
Dante: Now I can see all you morons out there are completely baffled by this turn of events because you’re all inbred and have six toes on each foot...
And there’s the usual crowd reaction these two get; a loud throng of boo’s echoing throughout the arena.
Dante: The truth hurts, don’t it?
Palmer picks up a large stick and holds it over his shoulder.
Palmer: It could be worse. We could be in Utah, surrounded by inbred Mormons. Oh wait.. Well at least you're not Canadian. Anyway, I wouldn't want to get this Trinity reunion off track, now would I? So we never did get to thank Emo properly for constantly being a bitch and ditching us back in the day. So what better way, then to have a fiesta and have him as our guest of honor.
Palmer starts walking around the squared-circle.
Palmer: So how many kids out there want to come in here and beat Emo to death with a stick?
Not too many eager people in the crowd want to hurt one of their favorite wrestlers. RJ hops out of the ring and walks up a kid in the front row.
Palmer: What about you?
The kid, who’s around 13, seems a little hesitant at the thought of jumping into the ring with these two. RJ stands over him, seemingly waiting for an answer, as the kids looks quite scared.
Dante: Palmer, it’s the accent. Everyone here assumes Australians are gay, he’s scared you’re asking him out on a date and doesn’t want to give you the wrong idea.
Palmer turns back to Dante and point the stick at him.
Palmer: Quiet down, Jersey Boy, you have no place to speak. But if he doesn't want to get in the ring with the two best guys on the show because he's a racist Yankee, then how about you try.
RJ rolls back in the ring and passes the stick off the Dante. Dante smirks and winds up the stick before stopping for a second.
Dante: Oh yeah, I almost forgot, I wanted to ask you about something. I was on Facebook the other day and you posted a rather malicious comment on my wall that hurt my feelings. “Fuck you faggot. Go kill yourself. Vote for Nicole Santos. I hate you and the only way to remove all these posts is by disabling this below.” First, why so mean and, second, who the hell is Nicole Santos?
Palmer throws his arms in the air and rolls his eyes.
Palmer: Here we go. My friend sent me the same thing, I tried to delete it and then my Facebook had a spaz attack and sent it to everyone I knew. Except Raven and Emo for some reason. I guess not even Facebook likes those losers. And I'll tell you who Nicole Santos is.. She's the greatest troll the internet has ever seen. Took down Facebook in a matter of minutes and if she's watching, I want her to mother my babies.
Dante shakes his head.
Dante: Dude, why are you friends with Raven and Emo on Facebook? Are you friends with Peter Gilmour too?
Palmer: Oh God no. I don't think he even knows how to use a computer. He and Rose just communicate by hitting their chests and making loud grunting sounds.
Palmer's eyes open wide.
Palmer: Oh God! That's disgusting.. I didn't mean it like that. Quick, just hit the damn thing so I can go erase my mind by listening to Rebecca Black.
Dante shrugs and smacks the piñata once with a fair bit of force but it does not break. He winds up again, taking a second, slightly harder whack at the piñata, sending it swinging a few feet but still no break. Dante nods and “steps up to the plate” taking up a batting stance and slamming the bat as hard as he can into “Emo’s” mid-section, busting the piñata wide-opening. Several things drop out, seemingly white T-Shirts. Palmer picks up one of the T-Shirt’s and unfolds it, looking at himself before turning to Dante and mouthing “for me?” Dante nods and Palmer looks excited as he pulls the T-Shirt on to reveal “EMO SUCKS” in bright red letters.
Palmer: Would be better if he said 'Emo and Raven' suck, but beggars can't be choosers.
Palmer picks up the rest of the shirts and begins throwing them into the crowd of haters as they boo, some even throwing the shirts back. Dante exits the ring to help with the T-Shirt distribution as the scene cuts backstage...
CCP AND FAMINE
We cut to the loading dock where a white limo is shown pulling into the building. As it pulls to a stop the back passenger door swings open. As it does, what can only be described as a scene from any Cheech and Chong movie, smoke bellows out of the limo. The crowd boo's loudly as Chronic Chris Page is shown stepping out of the limo dressed in jeans with a white t-shirt which reads "EXPOSING ME ONE NIGHT AT A TIME" written across the front, in direct response to Dean's constant babble about exposing Chris later tonight on Brawl.
Seconds after Chris exits the limo we see Famine of the Vile emerge!
Diamond: WHAT!
Rotten: Famine and Page? In the same limo?
CCP: So, we got a understanding?
Famine of the Vile: I imagine so.
CCP: It's nothing personal, it's business.
Famine of the Vile: You've lived up to your end of the deal thus far, and as long as you continue to live up to it then everything is going to be fine.
Famine and CCP shake hands.
Famine of the Vile: My match is next, I got to go.
The scene cuts back to ringside.
MATCH 4:
FAMINE OF THE VILE and JOHN STONE vs NICK RYAN and KEVIN JEWERT
Famine and Jewert start this match off, circling each other in the center of the ring and looking to lock up. The two giants tie up, but Famine gains the quick advantage by twisting Jewert into a hammerlock. Famine kicks Kevin the back of the knee, dropping him to all fours, and then hits a running bull dog that spikes Jewert face first into the canvas. Famine tries to lock Kevin into a quick side headlock, but Jewert stands up and uses his incredible power to lift Famine high in the air and toss him across the ring.
CRASH!
Famine hits the canvas hard, clutching his back in pain and reaching out to tag John Stone. Before he can make the tag Jewert reaches over and grabs Famines shoulder, dragging him back to the center of the ring. Jewert quickly reaches across the ring and tags in Nick Ryan who quickly climbs to the top of the turnbuckle and leaps across the ring, dropping an elbow into the heart of Famine of the Vile and looking for a quick pin fall.
ONE!
TWO!
TH-
Famine hurls Nick off the top of him, sitting up quickly and trying to turn once more towards Stone. Nick tries to drop another elbow, but Famine has it scouted and rolls out of the way, climbing to his feet right in front of his own corner. Nick sprints across the ring and leaps through the air, looking for a big cross body only to be knocked out of the air with a big boot from Famine. Nick hits the canvas hard and Vile turns to quickly tag in John Stone who leaps over the top rope and tries to cover up Nick Ryan, but the former World Champion hooks the neck of Stone and uses the momentum to flip him over, reversing the pin!
ONE!
TW-
Stone kicks out, climbing to his feet and bringing Nick with him before hitting a quick DDT and rolling to his feet and making his way over to the turnbuckle. Stone climbs to the top rope, standing tall and pointing at Nick as the fans boo him loudly. Jewert however sprints across the apron and takes Stone’s leg out from underneath him, sending him tumbling to the canvas awkwardly where he lands head first. Nick tries to crawl across the ring and make a pin, but Famine reaches under the ropes and grabs Nick’s ankle and drags him back into the G.O.D.’s corner. Nick stands, furiously shouting at Famine before turning back to Stone. By the time he turns around, Stone is back on his feet and launches himself across the ring looking for a spear, but Nick leaps over him with an incredible display of athleticism and in turn dives across the canvas to tag in Jewert. The crowd explodes as Jewert enters the ring taking Stone down with a hard clothesline, Famine enters the ring eating a clothesline of his own, Jewert turns around where he catches Stone with a back body drop to a roar from the crowd, however Jewert is met with a hand to the throat by Vile who delivers a thunderous chokeslam before being escorted out of the ring by the referee which allows Stone to crawl over making a cover!
ONE!
TWO!
THRE
NO! The crowd explodes as Nick Ryan dives on top of Stone breaking the pinfall attempt! Nick rolls back out to the apron as we see Stone rolls towards his corner where Vile is tagged into the match! Vile picks Jewert up taking him back into a neutral corner where he lays in several reverse elbow shots to the chin before shooting Jewert across the ring into the buckles. Vile charges in after Jewert eating a boot to the face! Jewert comes out from the corner where he body slams Vile to the mat! Jewert drops a elbow on top of the chest of Vile where he forces Famine's shoulders to the mat.
ONE!
TWO!
THRE
Famine kicks out! Jewert picks Vile up, he drives him back into his corner where Nick tags back into the mat. Jewert and Ryan double team Famine in their corner to a huge ovation from the crowd. Stone enters the ring, causing the referee to cut him off, it's with this distraction Jewert begins to choke Vile while Nick kicks him straight in the groin! Stone exits the ring, and as the referee's attention is back on the action Jewert is on the apron holding the tag rope whistling to himself as Nick drags Vile back out to the center of the ring where he bounces off the ropes driving a knee across the head of Famine before looking to a cover.
ONE!
TWO!
THRE
Stone makes the save with a well placed boot to the base of the neck of Nick Ryan before exiting the ring. Famine inches his way to his corner where Stone tags himself into the ring where he makes his way to the top rope, and as Nick reaches a vertical base it's Stone who takes him back down with a clothesline off the top rope. Stone is back to his feet where he cheep shots Jewert off the ring apron sending him crashing to the barricade. Stone turns his attention back to Ryan who's shown getting to a vertical base, Stone comes forward only to catch a inside cradle from Ryan!
ONE!
TWO!
THRE
Stone kicks out as he and Ryan race to their feet, it's Stone who ducks under a Nick clothesline attempt sending him bouncing off the ropes and into a Superkick by Stone! Nick sails through the ropes and to the floor! Stone launches himself over the top rope landing on both Nick and Jewert as they reach their feet! Famine enters the ring, he measures all three men, and as they get to there feet Famine bounces off the farside ropes, he leaps over the top rope, toppling down on all three men as they all hit the floor! A huge "HOLY SHIT" chant breaks out as all four men are on the floor. The referee begins to make his 10 count. Famine reaches a vertical base, as does Nick. They begin to trade right hands, as they are Jewert and Stone met with right hands, Nick whips Famine into steel steps as we see Stone thumb Jewert in the eye before sending him bouncing off the ring post head first. Nick is shown trying to get back into the ring, but Stone pulls him back to the floor where he rakes him across the eyes, Stone turns to try and get back into the ring but it's not in time...
DING....DING....DING.....
Masters: Ladies and Gentleman, the referee has counted BOTH teams out, thus this contest is ruled a Double Countout!
Stone is enraged, he takes the referee and tosses him over the top rope and out to the floor. Famine is shown reaching his feet where he takes Nick, bounces his head of the apron before throwing him back into the ring under the bottom rope. Famine slides into the ring where he and Stone begin to double team Nick Ryan. Jewert is shown getting back to his feet, his face is a crimson mask from the ring post. He yanks a steel chair from the time keeper before sliding into the ring. Stone turns around taking a wicked chair shot to the head sending him crashing to the mat. Famine turns around, Jewert looks to be head him with a chair shot, but Famine blocks the attempt, however, before he can capitalize Nick catches him with a low blow! Nick pulls himself to his feet, he's handed the chair by Jewert. The crowd roars as Nick waits for Famine as he pulls himself to his feet, the crowd explodes as Nick blasts Vile in the skull sending him crashing to the mat! Jewert picks up Stone, he scoops him up before planting him with the Running Powerslam! Jewert reaches a vertical base, he looks towards Nick who holds up 1 finger before placing the chair on the mat. Nick picks up Famine, the crowd explodes as Nick blasts Vile with the Red Line on the chair! Jewert shakes his head, he grabs both legs of Stone, he locks in the Sharp Shooter! The crowd is on fire, Jewert looks towards Nick, as if to say what else you got? Nick looks out across the sea of fans, he shrugs his shoulders before grabbing both legs of Famine, the fans erupt as Nick locks in a Sharp Shooter of his own! Famine and Stone scream out in pain, but suddenly the crowd roars with boo's a Rigg and Dean James hit the ring! Nick and Jewert escape before any damage can be done. "Hero" by Skillet hits the speakers as Nick and Jewert exchange a high five as the scene cuts backstage.
THE FOLLOWING MESSAGE WAS BROUGHT TO YOU BY BLACKMAN and RAVE... and MUDD
DIXON: Yo, is this thing on?
MUDD: I can’t tell, is the red light blinking?
RAVEN: Yeah, it’s blinking, but I can’t tell if it’s actually recording or not.
MUDD: Well, the red light is the ‘recording’ light, dumb ass. If it’s on, then it’s recording.
RAVEN: Hey, Jason? Go fuck yourself.
DIVINE: “Fuck himself”? In case you boys forgot, I’m here, and I’ve got it covered.
RAVEN: You’re a dirty pirate hooker, Ashley; for realsies. C’mon guys, we’ve got to record this stupid thing quickly if we’re going to make it to the strip club in time.
DIVINE: God, you guys are dumb as hell. Why do you want to go to a strip club on a Monday night? You know full well that they’ll only have the “b-team” on stage. Those girls have visible bullet holes on their thighs!
DIXON: A four input woman? That sounds awesome to me…
DIVINE: … You’re disgusting.
DIXON: Well maybe if you’d just give me the lap dance like I’ve so politely asked you for a dozen times, I wouldn’t need to go to a club, bitch!
MUDD: Andre!
DIXON: My bad, man. I didn’t mean to offend you or nothin’.
MUDD: Oh, I’m not offended. I just need you to realize that this conversation should be going through me, not her… you want a lap dance? $5,000.
DIXON: Will you take a check?
MUDD: Nope.
DIXON: Will you take-
RAVEN: Let me stop you there, Andre. He won’t take your food stamps either.
DIXON: Damn.
DIVINE: So, where’d you guys land on recording this? Do you want to do the fucking video, or stare at my tits some more?
RAVEN: Is that a serious question? ‘Cause if that’s a legit offer, I don’t think you’re going to like our answer…
MUDD: She’s right, guys. Let’s do it. I think the tripod is too low, though. Andre, you want to lift it a little higher?
DIXON: I’m trying, but I can’t get it up.
DIVINE: HA! Yet you keep trying to talk me between the sheets…
RAVEN: BOOM! Roasted.
MUDD: Shit. Guys, I think this actually HAS been recording the entire time.
RAVEN: Really? Why can’t we see anything then?
DIVINE: It’s still got the cap on the lens.
MUDD: … oh. My bad.
Finally, the black screen flickers to life as Mudd removes the cap, his face massive on the screen as he’s right up in the lens. Standing behind him are of course James Raven, Andre Dixon and Ashley Divine. Dixon and Raven proudly brandish their Tag-Team title belts, and Divine in turn holds on to Mudd’s. Jason backs up slowly, standing with the rest of his team in front of the WGWF back drop.
MUDD: What’s up, bitches!
RAVEN: I’m sure you’re all wondering why we’re filming this instead of coming out on stage and inspiring orgasms arena-wide.
DIXON: Quite frankly, we wanted to be able to get two words out without Seth Stevens and the rest of his merry band of misfits trying to sneak up from behind and pound us.
RAVEN: Did he just say that Seth Stevens pounded him from behind?
Jason and James turn to look at Andre, their faces blank with shock as Ashley Divine stifles a laugh and looks away.
DIXON: So, anyways… we were worried if we went out to the ring to do this, Seth would smash us from behind and-
Raven steps in front of Andre, holding up a hand to cut him off.
RAVEN: Yeah, you’re done talking now.
DIXON: Damn, man; Always trying to hold a brotha down. That’s racist…
MUDD: Look, it’s not out fault that you apparently got raped. You should have taken that to the proper authorities.
James and Jason laugh heartily and bump fists, pointing at Andre as they do so. Dixon quickly lunges forwards and throws a heavy fist into each of their shoulders. Soon, all three of them are laughing and Ashley Divine is simply standing my sighing in disgust.
DIVINE: I feel like this entire thing should have taken thirty seconds, and you’re stretching it out way longer than it needs to be.
RAVEN: She’s actually got a point, I honestly don’t remember what we wanted to say…
MUDD: Damn, me either…
Divine stomps her foot in frustration, shaking her head and looking directly into the camera lens before taking a deep breath.
DIVINE: As you all saw last week on Brawl, the three idiots behind me are now each ONE THIRD of the Tag Team champions, and have the right to defend the belts under “Freebird Rules”.
RAVEN: Free-Raven Rules!
DIXON: You were in prison, man? FREE RAVEN!
DIVINE: Shut up, both of you! Now, after the systematic destruction of Nick Ryan our very own Andre Dixon has earned himself a spot in the Hardcore Hell Elimination Chamber.
DIXON: GIVE ME A WHAT-WHAAAAAT!
DIVINE: I said shut up!!!
Andre falls immediately silent, a frown appearing on his face as he looks down at the floor sheepishly and Raven gives a soft chuckle, shooting Mudd a look that says “Yo, your chick’s a boss!”. Don’t question it, that’s EXACTLY what the look said.
DIVINE: Anyways, with Andre setting his sights on the World title, Blackman and Raven will not be defending their title belts at the pay per view. Instead, a new hero will be introduced, and his name is-
MUDD: The Mudd-inator!
DIVINE: No.
MUDD: Mudditude?
DIVINE: No.
RAVEN: The homo with the frosted tips?
DIVINE: … maybe.
Raven nods his head in satisfaction as Jason runs his fingers through his hair defensively.
MUDD: Screw you, I look good.
James shrugs his shoulders, and Divine looks back to the camera.
DIVINE: As I was saying, at Hardcore Hell it won’t be Andre and James defending against Genesis and “Team Winklevoss”; it’ll be Jason and James!
Her face is plastered with an ear to ear grin, a look of satisfaction on her face as she holds her hands wide in front of her as if waiting for applause. James, Andre and Jason all stare at her silently, though.
DIVINE: What?
DIXON: Ain’t “Jason James” the dude that fucked the trash bag and got dumped by Sandra Bullock?
DIVINE: No, idiot. That was “Jessie”.
DIXON: Oh, shit… we good then.
Ashley looks at the trio with incredible disappointment.
DIVINE: That’s it? I put all that effort into hyping you guys up and making your announcement for you, and all I get is “we good”. That’s not even English, mother fucker!
RAVEN: It was good.
MUDD: Yeah, really good…
DIXON: So, where’d we land on that lap dance? Can I get a “tag partner discount”?
MUDD: You already did, man, the starting price is usually $7,500. I’ll tell you what, though. For only $500, I’ll have Ashley squeeze her boobs together and blow you a kiss.
DIXON: SOLD!!!
Ashley shakes her head in disgust and walks away from the group.
DIVINE: I hate you all.
Fade out.[/center]
** Part 2 is on going, but here's something to wet the taste buds **