Post by WRONG CCP ACCT on May 30, 2011 15:17:42 GMT -5
WGWF PRESENTS
MONDAY NIGHT BRAWL
ST. PETE TIMES FORUM
TAMPA, FLORIDA
SOLD OUT
19,234
MONDAY NIGHT BRAWL
ST. PETE TIMES FORUM
TAMPA, FLORIDA
SOLD OUT
19,234
As Monday Night Brawl takes the air we're drawn to the loading dock where a black limo is shown arriving to the building. A pop is heard from inside the building, not knowing WHO could be stepping out of this limo. The cheers instantly divert into boo's as the back passenger side door of the limo swings out, and out steps CHRONIC CHRIS PAGE! The boo's continue as CCP is followed out of the limo by ADAM BARKER. The camera pans back to reveal SETH STEVENS, KENNY RADICAL, ALYSSA FERRO, and JASON BLACK all waiting patiently for CCP.
Radical: Chris, what's this I'm hearing about a public meeting tonight revolving a round Genesis?
Ferro: Have I gone to crazy for you?
Black: Man I'm sorry about...
CCP cuts Jason off by holding his right hand up, palm out. He drops his hand as he then states.
CCP: Tonight... tonight Genesis will undergo a few changes, but we're not going to discus this privately. We're going to address everything in the ring. Good luck tonight Radical, Ferro... Genesis is going to be shook to it's foundation.
Chris states as he and Adam walk past the group heading into the building... The scene slowly fades to black
Avenged Sevenfold's "Welcome to the Family" hits the speakers as our scene cuts inside the St. Pete Times Forum in Tampa, Florida where pyro explodes all over the building. The crowd is hot as MONDAY NIGHT BRAWL takes the air!
Diamond: Good evening, and welcome to MONDAY NIGHT BRAWL! Hello again, I'm Derrick Diamond, and joining me at ringside is none other than Flash Rotten. Flash, we're a mere week removed from arguably the greatest Pay-Per-View of the year. So much transpired at Hardcore Hell, and the obvious is a NEW WGWF WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION! Jocelyn Camden has made history, she survived the Elimination Chamber!
Rotten: It's a cold day for this company when a female is wearing your World Title. Talk about a joke. There are other organizations laughing at us as we speak! Horrible I tell you, horrible.
Diamond: Also, at Hardcore Hell the world witnessed Chris Page finally get retribution 4 long years in the making, as Paul Frost muttered the words I Quit!
Rotten: Like there was a doubt! The only reason Frost is a name at this point is because he's selling himself on past accomplishments. Take a look at the Masters of the Mat Tournament, do you see his name in the brackets?
Diamond: No.
Rotten: That's because when REAL talent is in the company he's nowhere to be found, but who is? Chris Page!
Diamond: Perhaps the Sleeper match of Hardcore Hell, Famine of the Vile knocking off Nick Ryan inside the Devil's Playground...
Rotten: A sleeper match? Um, perhaps you're the only man who thought Nick had a chance... Wrong against Diamond!
Diamond: We did see the crowning of NEW WORLD TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS, R.J. Palmer and Dante Anglais all but stole the titles against James Raven and Jason Mudd if you ask me.
Rotten: That's the thing, no one asked you. Fact of the matter is RJ Palmer out smarted James Raven. Nothing more. Nothing less.
Diamond: You have your opinions and I have mine, but another shocking turn of events... Something that has the entire wrestling world on the edge of their seats... Who is Matt Hopkins hand picked replacement to run his share of this company? When Hardcore Hell came to close, we had a shocking revelation as both BIG SHANK and RANMA SAOTOME where BOTH standing at the top of the ramp, staring deep into the eyes of Adam Barker. Your thoughts Flash?
Rotten: Personally, I could careless WHO is Hopkins hand picked replacement... I have it on good authority that tonight we're going to have several SHOCKING announcements from the Barker camp, and whoever is taking over for Hopkins is going to have HELL to deal with!
Diamond: What about tonight? A BLOCKBUSTER card has been assembled as the Masters of the Mat Qualifying Matches begin. 16 of the top stars in the WGWF, all looking to Qualify for the MOTM Tournament where the winner will earn a shot at ANY championship he wants to challenge for.
Rotten: It's going to be EPIC!
PAUL FROST PROMO...
Cameras pan around ringside before we zoom into the ring where Derrick Diamond is standing; the ring is decked out in red carpet along with a table which has been draped with a white cloth covering what’s on top.
Rotten “Now what’s that smuck doing in the ring?”
Diamond: Ladies and Gentlemen first off on behalf of the ENTIRE WGWF locker room we want to personally thank everyone here in Tampa (Pop)…and around the world for the growth this company has seen in the last six months. This truly is the place to be when it comes to professional wrestling.
Fans Pop
Rotten “Yeah the only place wrestling matters is HERE and nowhere else.”
Diamond: So in keeping with the tradition of wrestling and coming off the heels of the VERY monumental Hardcore Hell pay per view. On June 20th the WGWF is at it again with a PPV that defines careers, creates champions and most of all a PPV that involves wrestling. This PPV is one where winning a tournament is more important that becoming Worlds Champion.
Diamond: The PPV I’m talking about is MASTER OF THE MAT!!!!!
Fans POP
Diamond: Sixteen of the very BEST wrestler’s the WGWF has to offer will battle it out in a single elimination style tournament starting tonight here in Tampa Bay (POP). However for the FIRST time ever in the history of the tournament, this year it will have a special guest host. Yes the 2011 Master of the Mat tournament will be hosted by an individual who on all counts should be called “Mr. Master of the Mat”
Diamond: HE IS THE ONLY BACK TO BACK WINNER OF THE MATER OF THE MAT….PAUL FROST!!!!!
“I am PERFECTION” by Downstait rips across the speakers as cameras stand at the top of the ramp as the wall of blue sparks fall. Seconds later slowly walking out to a standing ovation is none other than Paul Frost. Paul dressed in his usual custom fitted black/blue Armani suit, however cameras catch the bandages over the left eyes of Frost even though he is wearing shades. Frost is slow as he limps down the ramp still showing the effect of his “I Quit” match only seven days ago.
Rotten “Well big surprise Paul “I Quit to Chris Page” Frost is the host for the tourney…BIG DEAL...sure he won two…but that was then and this is NOW…and now Paul Frost said I QUIT…he’s a loser…when did we ever start cheering losers…but hey this city still cheers the Lighting…so it’s a city of losers.”
Frost waving to the crowd gingerly walks up the steel steps and into the ring where he tries to do his signature pose but can’t bring his left arm up so he only raises his right before turning as Donald & He share a quick hand shake as Paul is handed the mic as his music dies down.
“FROST….FROST…FROST” chants are heard as Paul tries to speak.
Frost: Thank you…I really don’t know think I’m entitled to such a warm welcome considering the last time I was in this ring…I QUIT…I QUIT to perhaps one of the BEST ever..Chris Page.
Fans BOO
Frost: Yeah I know I don’t like him to, but just a week ago he almost killed himself just to make poor little old me say I Quit and he did but the welcome I just received from the Tampa faithful (POP) made the pain bearable that and the fact I made him quit three years early helps too. Now while I would love to go on about me and how Page and I will meet down the line I won’t. Now is the time for you, the WGWF and the Master of the Mat!!!!
Another Pop
Frost: See after Hardcore Hell, I got a call from the WGWF higher up’s they wanted to know if Mr. Master of the Mat wanted to make history, they wanted a special guest host. Now where other federations have failed except from maybe one great host….the WGWF made a PERFECTION decision when they went out and got yours truly to host a tournament so near and dear to my heart. It’s no secret I came back to the WGWF to re-write history, I won at Wrestle Wars, took the IC Title and so forth but when it comes to my PPV…when it comes to the Master of the Mat tournament, I am UNDEFEATED…I have nothing to re-write there.
Fans POP
Frost: So I jumped at the chance to host a tournament which MADE me who I am today. It’s simple without the Master of the Mat there may have been no Paul Frost, that’s how much this tournament means. This can be the launching pad to a Hall of Fame career; the Master of the Mat is the GREATEST TOURNMENT OFF ALL TIME…PERIOD.
Rotten “That I can agree with.”
Frost: And this year it’s only getting better with names like Raven, Dixon, James, Page, Lucas and hell those are only the qualifiers along with new faces looking to make their mark like I did four years ago. This year the tournament starts here in Tampa Bay and ends up all the way in my home town…… TORONTO CANADA!!!!! And after all the dust settles the last person standing will receive this……
Paul nods his head over to Donald who is standing behind the table as he un-covers it showing an open black briefcase along with a Heisman like trophy beside it. Frost makes his way over to the table grabbing the camera man.
Frost: Zoom in on that
We see an close up view of the trophy which is like the Heisman except instead of a football player on top we get a glimpse of a gold wrestling ring with sliver ropes & canvas which has the MOTM letters edged in. Further down we see the names of the winners on their own name plate around the base of the trophy 1999: The Executioner, 2007: Paul Frost, 2008 : Paul Frost & 2011 which is blank.
Frost: Now it’s time for a NEW name to join the list and while having a trophy like this is really cool, it’s this that makes the Master of the Mat on hundred percent…perfect.
Cameras pan back as Frost grabs a hold of the case and takes out the paper inside and holds it up to the camera.
Frost: This here is what it’s all about, what I’m holding is an official WGWF Championship contract. This states that the son of a bitch who with stood fifteen other individuals has EARNED the right to challenge for ANY TITLE, ANY PLACE and ANY TIME for over ONE year.
Fans pop as cameras pan out
Frost; See this isn’t just money in the bank this is YOUR LIFE….this is what were all in this business to do….to win a WORLDS TITLE….. and for one of you…this could make the dream become a reality. So what are you willing to do? Hmmm can you survive fifteen other men and women all looking for the same thing? Can you face your opponent be it friend or foe and crush their dream? Can you make it through three stages of pain and punishment all for this piece of paper?
Frost places the paper down and looks right into the camera
Frost: One of you will….one of you will overcome all the odds and become the 2011 Master of the Mat…the only question now is WHO?
Cameras pan back
Frost: As for myself as guest host I have a TON to do, from announcing, PR tours and so on but hey I will be back to check on the action from time to time because when I hold a tournament you can dam sure grantee it will be anything less than PERFECT. So now in front of the ENTIRE world I say as the host of the 2011 Master of Mat….LET THE TOURNMENT BEGIN!!!!!
The scene fades backstage...
BLACKMAN, RAVEN... AND SHANK?
As the camera fades in backstage we see Andre Dixon and James Raven walking in a mostly deserted hall way of the arena. The two of them are wearing “Blackman and Raven” tee shirts, and Andre Dixon wears a cheap, plastic replica of the WGWF Tag Team title around his waist.
DIXON: Do I seriously have to wear this damned thing?
RAVEN: I told you, Andre, Mudd and I lost the championships... not you. As far as we're concerned you're still a champion.
DIXON: Then how come I'm wearing this K-Mart knock off and not the actual belt?
RAVEN: Well, uhhhh... I said as far as “we're” concerned. As far as the company is concerned, well, yeah... you're not still a champion.
Dixon sighs as they continue walking, looking down at the glorified piece of trash on his hip. He stops suddenly, reaching around to his back to unfasten the belt. There's a loud crack, and Andre pulls his hands from behind him to show the belt now in two pieces, a jagged shard of plastic on each part where the toy broke.
RAVEN: God damn it, Andre! Mudd spent $12.99 on that thing!
DIXON: My bad...
RAVEN: Speaking of which, where is he? I've been texting him since this morning and haven't heard a damned thing. Did you check to see if he signed in?
Andre nods his head slowly, looking up and down the hall way as if expecting to see some sign of his friend.
DIXON: Nothing. He never signed in, he must be running late.
James looks skeptical, but before he can say anything else a third man comes around the corner dressed in an all black suit, the top button of his collared shirt undone and the jacket open as he walks. His blonde hair is swept back over his head and tucked behind his ears, a toothy grin present on his face as he makes his way towards the dynamic duo.
SHANK: Crockett... Tubbs...
He nods in acknowledgment to each of the men, the fans inside the arena exploding as they see Big Shank for the first time. The former XWF Universal Champion grins, looking around at the walls and ceiling as they shake slightly from the fan response. Another wide grin appears on his face.
SHANK: They like me, they really like me!
Raven grins as well, extending his hand and shaking his former rivals as Dixon pats him on the shoulder.
RAVEN: Good to see you, Shank. It's been a while. I'm glad we finally talked you into giving this place a shot. I'm glad we ran into you too, Andre and I wanted to go over a few plans with you now that we're all officially aligned and all that garbage. First off, we want to go after the tag-team titles again, and we think that-
Shank holds up a hand, cutting James off as he speaks.
SHANK: Hold on, who said we were “officially aligned”?
RAVEN: Well, you-
SHANK: I thought you knew me better than that, James. You told me enough to get me interested in this place, but not enough to actually get me in your little club house. Sure, I love making the Ryan brothers cry, but there's only one person I've enjoyed fucking with more... you.
James swallows hard, his eyes widening slowly as Dixon stifles a chuckle.
DIXON: Oh shit... ha ha...
RAVEN: What? Are you trying to tell me you came to the WGWF just to be an ass hole?
SHANK: Well, that was your plan for me too, wasn't it? You just wanted me to be an ass hole to other people... the way I see it our career series is 1-1-1. I'm pretty sure we're due for another go around.
James sighs deeply, but the expression on his face soon grows defensive and dismissive as he rolls his eyes and turns to Andre.
RAVEN: Alrighty, screw you too then Shankaroo. We didn't really want you anyways...
SHANK: Yes, you did.
RAVEN: Nope, we didn't. Even though you actually DO want to team up with us...
SHANK: Nope, I don't.
RAVEN: Yes, you do.
The two men take a step towards each other, standing almost nose to nose as Andre stands by, watching uncomfortably. No one says a word for nearly ten seconds, and then finally both men blurt out simultaneously.
RAVEN: FINE! We do want you in our group!
SHANK: FINE! I do want to be in your group!
RAVEN: You're going to have to impress us though, show us that you've still got “it”...
SHANK: And you have to impress me, show me that you and this place are actually worth my time...
They shake hands again, nodding slowly but energetically as Dixon continues to stare at them in confusion.
RAVEN: So we're... auditioning for each other?
SHANK: I guess so...
RAVEN: Are you thinking what I'm thinking?
SHANK: Pranks. Yep.
They turn and take off in opposite directions, Andre staying behind and staring helplessly into the camera lens.
DIXON: What THE FUCK just happened here?
Fade back to ringside where Paul Frost stands, ready to announce the Masters of the Mat Tournament.
MATCH 1:
MASTERS OF THE MAT QUALIFYING MATCH
MIA SANCHEZ vs "THE MAIN ATTRACTION" JEFFERY HOLLYWOOD
The lights dim as “Superstar” by Saliva begins to blare throughout the arena. The fans boo as Jeffrey Hollywood emerges from the entrance way. Hollywood grins as he slowly raises his right fist into the air while turning his head, causing his hair to whip around, giving him that almost “rock star” appearance. Pyros explode from behind him as he continues to hold his fist high in the air. The fans continue to boo as he walks down the ramp, ignoring the idiots in the front row. He slides into the ring and stands in the center of it as the fans seem to boo even more. Again Hollywood raises his right fist high in the air, giving his “rock star pose” which only makes the crowd boo louder. Hollywood goes to the far corner and takes off his jacket, and sunglasses. His music fades as Hollywood looks confident while leaning up against the turnbuckles.
Derrick Diamond: Last week at Hardcore Hell Hollywood made quite the debut.
Flash Rotten: When you completely destroy another rookie like he did. That's the only way to make a debut.
[Mia didn't have an entrance, or a bio page now that I think of it... MIGHT WANT TO CHANGE THAT!]
DING....DING....DING.....
The match gets underway as Hollywood and Mia circle each other. Jeffery spins on one knee as he slides around her trying to gain an advantage. But Mia being the savvy ring veteran doesn't allow him any room. Back to his feet Jeffery moves quickly as he goes for the tie up in the middle of the ring. Mia tries to match strength but there is no way she could. Hollywood is able to get Mia in side headlock before taking her immediately down with a DDT. Hollywood goes for a quick cover. ONE...TW.. KICKOUT. Hollywood can't believe she kicked out.
Derrick Diamond: It's good seeing Mia Sanchez in a WGWF ring.
Mia takes a moment to get to her feet. As Hollywood wait a corner plotting his next methodical move. Just as Mia gets to her feet Hollywood rushes. Using a kick to take her legs right out from under her. Mia hits the mat hard as Jeffery show boats for the crowd. Mia pounds the mat for a moment as she rushes Hollywood. She slams her shoulder into Jeffery's stomach as they go flying into the corner. Without missing a beat Mia begins thrusting her shoulder into the gut of Jeffery Hollywood. After five thrusts the referee breaks it up. Hollywood slumps down in the corner as Mia is pushed into the center of the ring. As the referee looks back at Hollywood Mia rushes him and slams a knee right into the face of Jeffery Hollywood.
Derrick Diamond: Great thinking by Mia Sanchez
Flash Rotten: That's an Illegal move damnit!!
Mia backs up from the corner as Jeffery tries to make it to his feet. Mia smirks knowing she might have him in her sights. Finally Jeffery is able to make it to his feet. Mia rushes the corner once again this time attempting a splash. But unlike the first time Jeffery quickly moves to dodge. Mia slams face first into the top turnbuckle. As she falls onto her back Jeffery capitalizes and goes for another cover. ONE....TWO....THR.. KICKOUT! Jeffery can't believe it he looks at the referee and holds up three fingers.
Derrick Diamond: He's going to need a bigger move to put Mia away.
Flash Rotten: She's a damn women Jeffery. You want to put her away? Show her a damn Coach purse! She'll crumble like a chips ahoy cookie.
Derrick Diamond: I really wish I could mute you sometimes.
Flash Rotten: Can't shut up this great voice. I have tons of fans they love listening to me.
Derrick Diamond: Your mom doesn't count as a fan.
Jeffery and Mia get back to their feet. Jeffery rushes Mia but she is able to move just quick enough and hit him with a drop toe hold. Jeffery slams face first hard into the mat. Mia moves towards Jeffery's head and lock in a side headlock. She wrenches the hold around his neck as he screams out in pain. After a few moments Jeffery is able to get an arm around the waist of Mia. Hollywood struggles to make it to his feet as he lifts Mia with him. Back to a vertical base and his arm still around Mia's waist. Hollywood hoists her into the air and hits a hard back body drop. Mia's back slams into the mat with a ton of force. She begins rolling around holding her lower back. Hollywood is the first to stand back up. He walks over to Mia and grabs her by the head liffting her back up to her feet. But... BAM!!!! out of nowhere Mia hits Hollywood with a vicious Sit Out Jawbreaker. Both of them are now down. The referee begins to make the ten count. ONE......TWO.......THREE......FOUR... Mia begins to stir as she tries to make it to her feet. FIVE.....SIX......SEVEN....... Finally Mia is able to make it to her feet stopping the ten count.
Derrick Diamond: This is a great match we are witnessing from two WGWF newcomers.
Flash Rotten: Eh I've seen better.
Derrick Diamond: You're a dick Flash.
Mia stumbles into the corner and leans against the turnbuckle. She takes a few moments to catch her breath as Hollywood begins to get back to his feet. Mia runs at Hollywood and hits him with a running knee to the head. Knocking him down to the mat. Now Mia goes for her first cover of the night. ONE......TWO.....THRE...KICKOUT!! Hollywood shoots his shoulder up at the last minute saving himself from earning a loss in his first match. Mia can't believe it as she runs her hands through her hair. She stands back up as she grabs Hollywood. Grabbing his hand Mia attempts an Irish Whip into the ropes but Hollywood reverses. As Mia Bounces off the ropes Hollywood rushes her and connect with a hard clothesline. Sending Mia tumbling to the outside of the ring.
Flash Rotten: Hollywood remember Coach purse equals victory. That or sleeping with James Raven.
Derrick Diamond: Shut the hell up Flash!
Hollywood stands alone in the ring as he looks out into the crowd. He throws his arms up in the air as the crowd loudly boos his showboating. Mia is still down on the outside as Jeffery slides outside with her. He slowly walks over to her still showboating before picking her up. As he pulls her close to his head he whispers something to her. Just then he flashes a smile before launching her back first into the barricade. The fans in the front row are booing and giving him the finger as Mia is once again down. Hollywood motions that he'll back hand them as the referee begins to make the ten count.
ONE.....
TWO......
Hollywood picks Mia up once again and places her head under his arm setting her for a DDT.
Derrick Diamond: You can't be serious? He's not going to do this to a woman is he?
Flash Rotten: It's the Master of the Mat tournament Derrick. Everyone wants that contract at any cost!
But just as Hollywood is about to drop Mia head first into the floor. Mia gets a burst of strength from no where and slams Hollywood onto the floor with a back body drop of her own.
Derrick Diamond: There you go Mia!!
The referee continues to count
THREE....
FOUR......
FIVE.......
SIX........
Mia gets back to her feet as she walks over to Hollywood.
SEVEN.....
Derrick Diamond: I can't wait to see who wins this one Flash. Because whoever it is they would have deserved it.
Flash Rotten: Thank you very much John Madden!
Hollywood shoves Mia back towards a ring post, he charges Mia at the referee's 8 count, he looks for a clothesline attempt, Mia ducks the shot sending Hollywood crashing into the ring post! Mia dives in the ring at the 9 count, and as she stands the referee counts Hollywood out!
DING....DING....DING....
Paul Frost: The winner of the match via count out, and advancing into the Masters of the Mat Tournament, MIA SANCHEZ!
Rotten: What a cheep way to skate into the tournament.
Diamond: What are you talking about? That was a highly contested battle...
Rotten: She knew who she was coming up against... Hollywood didn't, Hollywood was just screwed tonight!
Mia has her arm raised in victory as the scene fades to commercial...
Fading back into Brawl we hear...
HUNTER RYAN IN RING PROMO
"What I've Done" blasts through the arena and the fans explode as Hunter Ryan stands at the top of the ramp.
Masters: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome the former World Heavyweight Champion...HUNTER RYAN!!
The pop gets louder as Hunter makes his way to the ring slapping high-fives with all his adoring fans. He is noticeably nursing some wounds from that hellacious war inside the Elimination Chamber. He walks with a slight limp and his face is bruised. He gets to the ring and gingerly walks up the steps and under the ropes.
Rotten: You know, Derrek, I've said a lot about Hunter Ryan and not much of it has been good. I stand by it all...but I'll give him all the credit he's due. That kid showed more guts in that Main Event last Monday Night than even I expected out of him!
Diamond: It's about time you noticed what this guy is made of, Flash!
Hunter is handed a mic from ringside and stands in the middle soaking in the ovation a bit before raising the mic to his lips.
Hunter: Listen, I don't wanna come out here and steal the spotlight from our new champion, Jocelyn Camden, because that chick deserves every moment in the spotlight she gets. But I do have a reason for being out here tonight. It's a personal reason and it has to do...with all of you!
The fans give Hunter a little pop but quiet down quickly to hear what the former champ has to say.
Hunter: For two long months I held that World Championship. I busted my ass every week as champion not for myself. Not for the paycheck. Not for the glamor of being called "the man." But I did it all for you people! You all in the stands, you all at home, and even the guys in the back! I was the champion I was because you all made me that way and I just wanted to say...from the bottom of my heart...thank you!
Hunter starts to clap for the fans but they show him a huge amount of respect and give him a standing ovation.
Hunter: It was an amazing two months that I'll never forget for sure. But now you all have a new champion and a well deserving champion, at that! Jocelyn Camden continues to make history and continues to prove that she's a force that's never been seen in this industry...period. So Jocelyn...I congratulate you, m'lady, on an amazing Chamber match!
The fans pop for the new champ and a "Jocelyn, Jocelyn, Jocelyn!" chant begins.
Hunter: The last thing I want to do before I walk out of this ring tonight is introduce you all to someone. This person is very dear to my heart. They are the heart and soul of Hunter Ryan. For the last five years of my life, this person has been there through my best and worst times. Just recently, we found out that this person's life was going to be cut short by a disease that she just can't fight...
Hunter tails off as he fights away tears.
Hunter: Ladies and gentlemen, my wife, Jodi Ryan!
"What I've Done" blasts around the arena, again, and the fans give Jodi a standing ovation as she appears at the top of the ramp and starts to wave to the crowd. She makes her way to the ring and Hunter opens the ropes for her to come in with him. The two stand in the middle of the ring and Hunter embraces his wife, giving her a kiss, before letting her stand alone soaking up the ovation.
Diamond: What a classy couple they are!
Rotten: Hunter's wife is hot! Who'd have thunk it!
Hunter: Jodi, I promised you that for the rest of your days you would feel exactly what I feel when I come down to this ring every week. I also promised you that I'd never leave your side...and starting right now, that promise will be kept. You'll be by my side every week and sitting ringside during my matches over there with Derrek and Flash. However long you have left, baby...I'm not going to miss a minute of it and promise to make it the best days of your life!
The fans pop as Hunter embraces his wife, tears streaming down his face. Hunter holds his wife's arm in the air as the crowd pops for her! The Ryans start to leave the ring as Brawl fades backstage.
NICK RYAN ARRIVES TO ST. PETE...
We cut back to the loading dock, the crowd roars as there hometown boy, Nick Ryan is shown entering the building. He's bruised, and stitched up. He's moving ever so slowly as he's approached by Ron Chestnut.
Chestnut: Excuse me Nick, but can you shed any light on a rumor that tonight you're going to make some sort of major announcement?
Nick stops in his tracks, he looks towards Chestnut as he states.
Nick Ryan: Tonight, in my hometown...
The crowd explodes towards the cheep pop.
Nick Ryan: All the rumors, all the speculation, and all the gossip will come to an end. I will make an announcement later on tonight in front of the world. Until then, you're going to have to wait like everyone else. Thank You.
The crowd roars as Nick walks off leaving Denise standing holding a microphone as the scene cuts back elsewhere in the building...
NATHAN LUCAS INTERVIEW FT. GURU...
The camera opens up backstage in front of a traditional WGWF backdrop. Standing in front of it are two very familiar faces; Denise Essex, the companies intrepid beat reporter with a microphone dutifully in her hand, and Nathan Lucas, the companies longest reigning champion with his Television Championship wrapped proudly around his waist.
DENISE: Nathan, thanks for joining me here before your big match tonight. I just have a few questions I'd like to ask...
LUCAS: Not a problem, Denise. I haven't been all that available the past few weeks, I owe you at least a few minutes by now.
DENISE: I'd like to start off with the Master of the Mat tournament. Quite a few people were surprised to see you accept a slot in it considering that you're already a title holder. Should we be reading anything into it, as far as your reign is concerned?
Nathan smiles, looking off camera for a moment and chewing thoughtfully on his lower lip.
LUCAS: Denise, the Master of the Mat is an opportunity, nothing more and nothing less. I could sit atop this division for years if I wanted to, but when it's all said and done I'll go down as the most dominant curtain-jerker of all time, and that's not enough for me. Is my presence in the tournament a statement that I don't appreciate this belt, or I'm not content with my place right now? Not at all. Is it my way of stepping up and showing the guys upstairs that I'm ready to answer the call whenever they choose to call my number? Absolutely.
Denise nods her head slowly in understanding.
DENISE: Well, let's say you do win the tournament... what do you do? Do you try and become a double champion? Do you make an attempt to topple Camden?
LUCAS: C'mon now, Denise... a magician can't give away all of his secrets, can he? Let me say this; I'm training harder than I've ever trained before. I'm working out in Las Vegas with a lot of intense and talented guys, but they're also smart. We've talked strategy, and we've gone over every possibility. Me winning this tournament isn't as much a long shot as some people seem to think. If it happens, I know exactly who I'd like to take a shot at.
Denise nods her head once more and shoots Nathan a wide grin, clearly impressed with the rookies articulation and charisma, but before she can ask another question a large shadow falls over both Nathan and herself. The two turn towards the source, and into the shot steps the mountain of a man known as Double G. He looks down the bridge of his nose at Nathan Lucas, who calmly returns the stare.
DENISE: Ladies and g-g-gentlemen... we're j-joined now by the number one c-c-contender to Nathan Lucas' Television t-t-title, Double G.
LUCAS: Relax, Denise. You can tell by looking in his eyes, he's not going to cause a problem. He just doesn't want me to forget about him, isn't that right?
DOUBLE G: What can I say, Lucas? You read me like a book... I never was much for books, though, I was always much more interested in the, ahem, “Television”.
He reaches over and raps his knuckle against the faceplate of Nathans belt, a grin on his face as Lucas continues to stare at him calmly.
DOUBLE G: You're right, Nathan... I'm not going to lay you out like RJ Palmer did, and I'm not going to steal that pretty piece of gold like Peter Gilmour. I just wanted to warn you that you may not want to focus all of your attention on the tournament, because I'll be bringing my A-game to Toronto.
LUCAS: How interesting; I've been meaning to tell you the same thing.
Nathan holds out his hand, palm upward, and slowly Gary grabs hold and shakes slowly. His knuckles clench as he squeezes the hand of the champion with all his strength, and we hear several soft pops of bone and cartilage. Nathan never so much as winces, and finally Double G lets go and backs away slowly, stepping out of the shot with one last comment.
DOUBLE G: Good luck, champ...
Gary finally disappears and Nathan watches him leave, finally cracking a soft grin for the first time. Denise looks horrified and grabs Nathans wrist, examining a hand that might be broken. Nathan doesn't even look, he just continues to grin as the camera shot fades to black.
MATCH 2:
MASTERS OF THE MAT QUALIFYING MATCH
KENNY RADICAL vs NATHAN LUCAS (c)
"So Cold" by Breaking Benjamin starts to play as Kenny struts out to the top of the ramp to the boos of fans. He spits to the side as if spitting at his disapproving public and walks down the ramp not making eye-contact with anyone. He slides into the ring, stands in the center, closes his eyes, and takes in all the attention. He loves the attention, even if it's negative. The crowd boo's as he waits for Nathan Lucas to make his entrance.
There’s a large shower of sparks atop the ramp as “Ladies and Gentlemen” by Saliva blasts across the sound system and sends the fans into a frenzy. Without any delay, Nathan pops out from behind the black curtain, a gigantic grin on his face as he throws the title belt high over his head. He poses for a minute, and then points towards the ring and sprints towards the ring quickly slides in and tries to get to his feet but before he can Radical quickly hits him with a hard knee to the face and then begins to stomp on the back of Lucas as the referee rings the bell for the match to begin. Radical quickly picks up Lucas and puts him into a choke hold. Radical has a tight grip around the smaller Nathan Lucas. Nathan finally is able to hit Radical with an elbow followed by another elbow which makes Radical break his hold. Lucas springs off the ropes and hits Radical with a hard shoulder block that sends Radical down hard. Radical quickly gets back up but as he does Lucas quickly bounces off the rope again and hits Radical with a running high knee that connects with Radicals face who was attempting to go for a spear! Radical goes down hard! The crowd goes nuts as Lucas climbs up to the top turnbuckle and waits for Radical to make his way to his feet. As soon as Radical does and turns to face him, Lucas jumps off and connects with a missile dropkick right to the face of Radical! Radical might be out! Lucas turns over Kenny's body and hooks the leg for the pin. Lucas is trying to end this qualifying match fast.
ONE...
TWO...
TH...
KICKOUT!!!
Radical isn't ready to be out of this tournament quite yet. Lucas picks Radical up off the mat, grabs him around the waist before throwing him half way across the ring with an upper body throw that really showed Nathan Lucas's strength. Lucas gets up and begins to throw his arms up in the air to get the crowd pumped up. The crowd begins to go nuts as it seems like Lucas is going to try to end this match right here and right now. Radical slowly makes his way to his feet near the middle of the ring and turns to face Lucas. Lucas bounces off the rope and dives at Radical with a diving spear! Radical moves! Radical is able to move out of the way and basically throw Nathan Lucas out of the ring and to the floor face first!
1...
Radical takes a second to gain his composure and waits as Lucas slow makes his way to his feet.
2...
As soon as Lucas turns to face the ring Radical springs himself over the top rope and connects with a hard cross body on Lucas outside of the ring.
3...
4...
Radical quickly gets up, picks Lucas up, and throws him into the stairs face first!
5..
6..
Radical smiles as he quickly slides back into the ring. Lucas is in some serious pain on the outside of the ring! Is he going to make it!
7...
8...
Lucas finally is able to get to his feet and realize the ref is counting.
9...
Lucas slides in the ring before the ref can make the 10 count! But as he does Radical begins to stomp on his back repeatedly until the ref finally makes him stop! The crowd begins to boo as Radical just looks around and enjoys it. He is enjoying the boo's. Radical picks Lucas up and whips him right into the corner where the referee is standing! Lucas collides with the referee sending both of them down hard! Radical smiles as he realizes the ref is down after having Lucas's head connect with his. Radical looks around as the crowd begins to boo once again. Radical picks Lucas up, kicks him in the stomach, and hits him with a hard DDT right in the middle of the ring. The ref is still out of it in the corner. Radical seems to have complete control of this match. Radical picks Nathan up, puts him between his legs before lifting him high in the air and hitting him with THE RADICAL RIDE! Radical just hit Nathan Lucas with a hard spinning, sit-down powerbomb into a pin! This match might be over! But there's no count! Radical gets up as he realizes the ref is still down in the corner. He goes over grabs the ref and demands that he makes the count as Radical hooks the leg of Lucas for the pin once again!
ONE...
TWO...
THRE...
KICKOUT!! Lucas is able to kickout! Radical is irate! He gets up and starts yelling at the ref for the slow count! Radical finally gives up as he goes over to Lucas who is slowly trying to make his way to his knees. Radical picks him up and hits him with a hard suplex in the middle of the ring. Radical quickly climbs to the top rope. He waits for a second as he tries to pump the crowd up but is met with a bunch of boo's. He smiles before jumping off with an elbow drop! Lucas is able to roll out of the way! Radical connects with the mat and immediately grabs his right arm in some serious pain! This might be Nathan Lucas's chance to get back in this match. Both men are down for a few seconds before making their way to their feet. Lucas is able to get to his feet first and face Radical. As soon as Radical is able to turn and face him Lucas charges at Radical and connects with a diving spear! Lucas quickly picks Radical up and hits him with a quick under hook throw. The crowd begins to go nuts as Lucas seems to have found his groove. Lucas picks Radical up again and this time picks him up and hits him with a quick scoop slam in the middle of the ring. Lucas measure Radical, and as Radical reaches his feet he take over with a Northern Light Suplex with a bridge!
Referee: ONE..... TWO.... THR
Radical kicks out. Lucas reaches his feet, he picks up Radical before driving him back into a set of buckles, he lands several stiff shoulder blocks to the midsection before landing a European Uppercut which rocks Radical's jaw. Lucas fires Radical across the ring, he bounces off the buckles into a side walk slam by Lucas who, again makes a cover!
Referee: ONE.... TWO.... THRE
Radical shoots a shoulder up off the mat. Lucas, waists little time in getting to a vertical base, he picks up Radical before shooting him into another set of buckles, Lucas charges in after Radical but eats a reverse elbow for his troubles, Radical hops up on the middle turnbuckle before pulling Lucas in with a front face lock, Radical leaps off the middle ropes spiking Lucas head first into the mat with a vicious Tornado DDT!
Diamond: That's gotta do it!
Radical makes a cover.
Referee: ONE..... TWO..... THRE
The crowd pops as Lucas shoots a shoulder up off the mat. Radical reaches a vertical base, he picks up Lucas before land a side Russian Leg Sweep. The crowd boo's loudly as Radical signals for the Radical Ride!
Rotten: Heads up, a second loss headed in Nathan Lucas direction!
As Kenny gets Lucas in position for the Radical Ride, the crowd explodes as a fan jumps the security railing, the fan jumps up on the ring apron distracting Radical...
Diamond: That's, that's CHRISTOPHER LUCAS!
Rotten: What the hell is he doing here?
Radical drops Lucas in the ring, he begins to take several methodical steps towards Christopher, Lucas seizes the opportunity, he comes up behind Radical with a school boy!
Referee: ONE..... TWO..... THREE!
DING....DING....DING....
Paul Frost: Your winner, and advancing in the Masters of the Mat Tournament... NATHAN LUCAS!
Lucas quickly exits the ring leaving Radical furious! He joins Christopher on the floor where they poke fun at Radical's expense. Our scene fades back to the locker room...
NICK RYAN MINGLING WITH...
Cameras cut backstage to see Nick Ryan standing next to Zach Rizza. Both men are conversing and sharing a laugh. Zach pats Nick on the back as Nick walks away as we fade back to ringside.
FAMINE OF THE VILE MAKES AN IMPACT!
Warriors of the World by Manowar begins to play as Famine of the Vile makes his way out to the arena. The crowd begins to boo as Famine makes his way down the ramp.
Diamond: He's got a smile on his face. After that brutal match how can he be smiling?
Flash: Same reason I am Diamond. No more Nick Ryan!
Famine climbs up the steps and goes between the middle and top rope to get inside the ring. He walks over to ask for a mic as the music continues. He then walks over and stands in the middle of the ring as the music then dies down.
Famine: Last week, I redefined what it means to be a god. Last week, I redefined the devil's playground match and took Nick Ryan to the very limits. He and I went through all seven levels of hell and came out of it changed men. The only difference between Nick and I is that I am standing before you an unchanged man. You see, while I may have a few bumps and bruises, what happened in that cage was what I was born to do. I live for pain. I live for destruction. You are looking at a living god. And as I stand before you, I vow that the destruction does not end with Nick Ryan. Nothing changes. Myself and the rest of the Generals of Destruction will continue to wreak havok on anyone that gets in our way. And even if they don't, we will make it our goal to make sure that they remember who we are. Just like we will make sure that the rest of you peons know it.
Diamond: You know Flash, I thought that after that battle with Nick, something in Famine would change.
Flash: Yeah, he got meaner. If that's even possible!
Famine: I don't have a match tonight, but that doesn't mean that everyone is safe. No one is safe. Not now, not ever! No one will be safe until the day I either die, or retire! And I don't see either one of those two happening anytime soon!
Famine then drops the mic and heads out of the ring.
Diamond: What the hell is that supposed to mean? No one is safe?
Flash: You heard the man. If I were any of the guys in the back i'd grow a pair of eyes in the back of my head before the show is over!
Diamond: We'll be right back, stay tuned!
We retake the air with R.J. Palmer and Peter Gilmour already in the ring...
MATCH 3:
MASTERS OF THE MAT QUALIFYING MATCH
PETER GILMOUR vs R.J. PALMER (c)
DING....DING....DING......
Gilmour spears Palmer back into the corner to start off the match, using his much larger frame to force the smaller man back up into the corner. Peter drives his shoulder into Palmer’s mid-section several times over, giving himself the early advantage before whipping Palmer into the opposite corner and he catches him coming out with a stiff clothesline, dropping RJ to the mat. Gilmour reaches down and pulls Palmer up onto his feet and goes Doomsday early on but Palmer counts it into an arm-drag takedown before pulling Gilmour up and slamming him down to the mat with a Reverse DDT. He sits up for a few moments before pushing himself up and onto his feet quickly turning his attentions back to Peter Gilmour, pulling up and onto his feet and then throws him into the steel ring post. Gilmour grasps his shoulder as RJ drags him out of the corner, quickly cradling him to the mat in a pin attempt.
One...
Two...
Gilmour sneaks out of it at a count of two. Gilmour quickly rolls towards the ring ropes as Palmer is to his feet and races across to lay the boots into the downed Peter Gilmour. RJ grabs Peter by the hair and lifts him to his feet, kneeing him in the guy before taking him down to the canvas with a Spinning Neckbreaker. Palmer stands over Gilmour for a couple of moments before heading across to the corner and ascending to the top rope, leaping off with a Moonsault attempt that Gilmour manages to avoid. Palmer crashes to the mat hard, clutching his gut and roll around in agony following that big time crash and burn. Gilmour is to his feet and drives his elbow right down onto Palmer’s chest, quickly going for a pin attempt of his own.
One...
Two...
Palmer gets his shoulder out at two.
Diamond: That was a pretty close call for one half of the new tag team champions.
Rotten: Palmer knows his way around the ring; he knows what he’s doing.
Gilmour and Palmer are both to their feet and Gilmour whips RJ off the ring ropes and slams RJ Palmer right down to the mat with a Samoan Drop. Gilmour drops his leg right across RJ’s chest and goes for the cover, hooking the leg.
One...
RJ kicks out quickly and rolls out of the ring to take a moment to recover.
Rotten: Smart move by Palmer.
Diamond: Smart? Seems pretty cowardly to me...
Gilmour climbs out of the ring and is straight after Palmer and grabs Palmer but RJ was ready for the attack and counters, tossing Gilmour straight into the steel guardrail at ringside. Gilmour’s back smashes off the steel and Palmer follows it up with a spear, driving Gilmour’s back into the guardrail once again. Palmer steps back and allows Gilmour to stumble towards him and drops him to the concrete floor with an incredibly stiff, flattening clothesline. RJ stops and pulls himself up using the ring, leaning against the apron, as Gilmour pulls himself up using the guardrail. RJ waits as Gilmour slowly turns around and Palmer charges straight at Gilmour who drops RJ straight down to the cold hard concrete floor with a Powerslam. Both men are laid out on the floor as the referee’s count hits six! Neither man seems to be moving until the referee gets to eight, which sees Gilmour stumble to his feet and roll into the ring to break the count before rolling back out to continue beating down Palmer. Gilmour pulls RJ up and sets him up for a Belly to Belly Suplex but Palmer counters it with a rake of the eyes and hooks Gilmour up, driving him to the concrete with a big time German Suplex, Gilmour’s head crashing off the concrete floor with a sick thud. Palmer sits up, clutching his head and back as he slowly climbs up to his feet and grabs Gilmour by the hair and throws him; head first, into the steel ring post. RJ shoves Gilmour back into the ring and quickly ascends to the top rope, perched and ready, awaiting Gilmour’s rise before catching Peter flush in the face with a flying Missile Dropkick right to the jaw of Peter Gilmour before going for a cover once again.
One...
Two...
Gilmour manages to sling his shoulder up at the very last second, leaving Palmer looking pretty pissed off. RJ pushes himself to his feet and nails Gilmour with a beautiful Roundhouse Kick to the jaw. RJ is on his feet again as Peter is only stumbled by that big kick and he runs at Gilmour but is caught flush with a hard right hand, sending RJ stumbling. Gilmour charges and nails Palmer with a clothesline, bounces himself off the ropes and catches Palmer with another clothesline. Peter grabs Palmer and whips him off the ropes, goes for a third clothesline but Palmer ducks underneath is and comes back off the ropes straight into a Superkick! Gilmour is on a tear, he looks to be on top as he calls for the end and goes towards RJ, who is slowly getting to his feet but suddenly stops. Gilmour looks confused and slightly disheartened as the camera shows Palmer... WITH A MASSIVE SMILE ON HIS FACE?!
Diamond: ...Is RJ laughing?
Rotten: He actually is! He’s got something in hand, I can feel it.
Gilmour steps forward again but that momentary lapse in concentration has cost him big time as Palmer grabs the arm and locks Gilmour up tight in the Palmer Choke!! Gilmour is trapped in the middle of the ring with absolutely nowhere to go! He struggles to stay on his feet but his knees quickly give way and he collapses to the mat, still wriggling about and trying to get free of the submission but Palmer has it locked in tight and he doesn’t look like he’s letting go any time soon! Slowly but surely, Gilmour starts to fade and, with no movement at all from the big man, the referee has no choice but to call for the bell! Palmer advances!
DING....DING....DING.....
Paul Frost: The winner of the match, and advancing to the Masters of the Mat Tournament; R.J. PALMER!
Diamond: Gilmour gave it everything he had, he's got nothing to be upset about.
Rotten: One things for sure, it seems week by week he elevates his game. It's merely a matter of time before gold finds it's way around Peter's waist.
The scene cuts back to the locker room...
LET THE PRANKS... BEGIN!
The camera opens up just outside a locker room door, the words “Bigg Rigg John Gambino” engraved in a small gold sign hanging outside. We see a hand reach into the frame, manicured fingernails painted a bright purple as it knocks loudly on the wood and awaits patiently for the door to swing open, as it eventually does. Gambino steps into the shot, looking down at the woman who disturbed him and grinning slowly.
The camera pulls back, revealing her for the first time. She's about 5' 4” tall, and roughly 125 pounds. She's dressed in nearly skin tight black leather, large stiletto “hooker heels” on her feet. Her top is several sizes too small, her breasts nearly popping out of the low cut v-neck.
BIGG RIGG: Can I help you?
WOMAN: Oh, I sure hope so... but there's not a whole lot I think you wouldn't be able to help with... after all, you're so, ummmm, “big”.
She reaches out and runs her fingers down the chest of the Intercontinental Champion until they reach his belt, at which point he grabs her wrist firmly and winks at her.
BIGG RIGG: Careful, don't reach for things you can't actually grab... it's a good way to hurt yourself.
WOMAN: Maybe I'd get hurt trying to 'handle' it, but I'm sure it would hurt so good...
Rigg looks up and down the hall way for a clue as to what's happening, but sees no one and nothing. He returns his attention to the woman.
BIGG RIGG: Who are you? What are you doing back here?
WOMAN: I'm just a bigg, bigg fan of the bigg, bigg man... someone told me how to get to your locker room, and it was too good an opportunity to pass up.
BIGG RIGG: I'm flattered, but I'm also married. You should probably just move on.
WOMAN: I'm a fan of Laura's too... I don't mind sharing if she doesn't.
Rigg's eyes arch up in surprise, but he slowly shakes his head and begins to shut the door.
BIGG RIGG: Sorry, but I don't think so. Laura's hardly the “other woman” type of girl... it's a shame, though, I'd probably be the best you've ever had.
WOMAN: I don't just have to be the other “woman”, Rigg... I have something for everyone.
Bigg Rigg stops closing the door, a look of dawning comprehension on his face as he realizes what's happening. He looks at the woman from head to toe, a slight look of fear crossing his face.
BIGG RIGG: Something for... everyone?
She nods her head slowly. She leans forward, pressing her breasts together to show Rigg what is some spectacular cleavage.
WOMAN: Mhmmmm... some meatballs for you... and an Italian sausage for her!
Without another word, she reaches down and rips off what are apparently tear away pants revealing a giant 'salami' flopping around wildly. Bigg Rigg tries to shut the door, but the “woman” won't allow him to do so. “She” dances wildly, waving “her” arms around and trying to grab a hold of the angry Italian that's growing even angrier by the second.
BIGG RIGG: GET OUT!!!
“She” still refuses to leave, and finally Rigg has enough, dropping his shoulder and dropping the “woman” in her spot with an incredibly powerful spear that slams “her” spine first into the wall behind “her”. “She” slumps motionless to the floor, a rain of plaster and dust falling from the wall and covering “her” body... all of it.
DIXON: OH SHIT!
The camera spins to reveal Andre Dixon's head peeping out from around the corner, James Ravens and Big Shanks appearing behind his as they realize their cover has been blown.
BIGG RIGG: I'm gonna kill you guys!
Raven and Shank immediately take off down the hallway like children who just broke something and don't want to get caught. Dixon stays in his place, though, staring at the “woman” in shock and horror.
DIXON: Kill us? You already killed her!
Bigg Rigg takes a menacing step towards Dixon, and the former Intercontinental contender takes his cue and turns around, sprinting away with his partners in crime. Rigg grits his teeth as he watches him go, shaking his head in disgust. Slowly, Laura Gambino steps out of the locker room, looking down at the body.
WILD ORCHID: What the hell happened out here?
BIGG RIGG: I think it touched me with it's... thing.
WILD ORCHID: Now you know how I feel...
Fade out and back to another part of the building..
NICK RYAN MINGLING...
Cameras once again cut backstage to show The Initiative locker room. The door is slightly cracked open but the camera is able to get a view of what's going on inside. Nick and Hunter Ryan are sitting down across from each other. Having what seems to be a light hearted yet serious conversation. The men are to far away from the camera to pick up quite what they are saying.
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