Post by WRONG CCP ACCT on May 30, 2011 15:36:07 GMT -5
RANMA SAOTOME FILLS THE WORLD IN...
Diamond: What a terrific match! But what else would you expect from the federation that continues to raise the bar each and every...
Diamond is cut short as a static feed now present upon the video wall grabs his attention as well as that of all in attendance. The static gives way to introductory lyric from the Richard Hawley classic.
Do you know why you got feelings in your heart?
Don’t let fear of feeling fool you,
What you see sets you apart.
And there’s nothing here to bind you,
It’s no way for life to start.
Do you know that tonight the streets are ours?
An image of footsteps set upon city streets, the video wall slowly pans up to meet the name of one attached to said feet. It begins to reverberate throughout the arena once again as it did at Hardcore Hell. "The A La Menthe" by La Caution brings all in attendance to their feet, a deafening pop surging throughout the arena as RANMA SAOTOME steps out onto the entryway ramp. There is no cup of coffee in hand this time around however. We does however carry a weapon of sorts, a live mic for the silver tongued soul. He waits for the pop to die down and yes, it does indeed take some time, as it finally does, Ranma brings the live mic to his lips.
RANMA: So imagine me sitting at home, imagine me bringing another empire up from the ashes of one I'd built that collapsed so many years ago. Imagine millions made with the perfect brew, whether you prefer a light, medium or bold roast, but imagine an addiction to said brew that would make even the common crack fiend jealous and you see that I've kept myself busy.
A brief pause for the timedevourer as he paces back and forth upon the stage.
RANMA: Phone rings, you expect business as usual as it relates to running an empire, you never expect to hear Matt Hopkins on the other end. Even worse, you wonder who the hell Matt Hopkins is...
Rotten chuckles at ringside following the comment.
ROTTEN: Been asking myself that question for years.
RANMA: I had taken years off only to resurface in another promotion that ninety percent of the active roster...
A pause, he raises a finger.
RANMA: Well, ninety percent of an active roster that actually matters...is familiar with. I held their most prestigous title for months until the competitive tire was deflated with the kick heard round the world, but it didn't stop there...you know the rest, tag titles, another universal title reign, so on and so forth, you see, that was nothing new...I'd done it in every federation I'd ever set foot in, it's what I did, I made money, lots of money for the promotion and myself. I ran a successful organization for years and to hear Matt Hopkins read through a list that I'm quite familiar with almost had him on the wrong end of a disconnected call, but then he begin to speak the language that a man who'd walked away from the business on his own accord, as he's always done, knows fluently. He spoke about seven digits and control of a contract that allows me to hold fifty percent interest of a federation that is generating quite a name and better then that...quite an income.
DIAMOND: Wait, fifty percent, so that means that...
RANMA: I told him I'd call him back. What I did was take to my office, I had my PA grab me video of their recent, at that time, pay per view extravaganzas...and I saw Paul Frost competing, Dean James, Chris Page...but then I saw what I deemed impossible, I saw Nick Ryan...defending the world title.
A smattering of "RYAN" chants break out for the decorated superstar.
RANMA: My interest peeks and while I'm on that topic, it was announced that Nick is unable to compete due to extensive injuries which means...
RANMA stares directly into the camera.
RANMA: We'll see you in two weeks, Nick.
ROTTEN chuckles while that Nick Ryan contingent in the crowd begins to boo the potshot.
RANMA: But with this seven figure deal, what are your plans they ask me, with emails, messages left on my office phone line...et cetera. They want to know what my plans are, as I'm sure the rest of you are curious to know as well. Why stand on this side of the line instead of lacing up my boots and taking the glory away from Jocelyn Camden before that flower had truly had a chance to bloom?
DIAMOND: Well he's not getting the Camden fans on his side now...our world champion developing a huge following over the past few months.
RANMA looks to the common, realizing that he's not winning many friends and influencing many people, as if he cared.
RANMA: What rips the soul of a federation out faster than any boring world title match or lack of star power is a blatant abuse of power. What helps it thrive, what lines more back pockets with green is fresh ideas, deep talent rosters and a man with the sharpest mind in the history of this business standing on one side of the line as Adam Barker stands on the other side. You see I didn't just take a seven figure deal...
"YEA I GET IT YOU'RE AN OUTCAST, ALWAYS UNDER ATTACK, ALWAYS COMING IN LAST, BRINGING UP THE PAST, NO ONE OWES YOU ANYTHING...
"I FEEL YOU NEED A SHOTGUN BLAST, KICK IN THE ASS, SO PARANOID, WATCH YOUR BACK!"
The crowd breaks out into loud boo's as "Sound of Madness" by Shinedown rocks over the speakers.
Rotten: This is about to get GOOD!
The house lights dim to darkness. Black and Yellow strobe lights flicker throughout the arena, a smokey haze begins to flood the top of the ramp. Seconds later, walking through the smokey haze is none other then "CHRONIC" CHRIS PAGE! CCP and Ranma lock eyes. A very intense stare down ensues for several seconds before CCP begins to walk towards the ring.
Diamond: The history between these two men span back YEARS!
Rotten: From my understanding, they're 2-2, with neither man owning an out right pinfall over the other.
CCP reaches ringside, he's dressed in a suit, he walks up the steel steps to the ring apron.
Diamond: Ranma and Page haven't taken there eyes off each other!
CCP steps through the ropes. St. Pete is electric! Chris pulls a microphone out of his coat pocket as his music fades out leaving the crowd roaring at the two legends who stand center ring. Chris raises the microphone up to his lips.
CCP: Do my eyes, and ears deceive me? Matt Hopkins has placed you in charge of his half of the company?
Ranma looks to raises his microphone...
CCP: Rhetorical Ranma, rhetorical. Our history is well known... we've did the dance numerous times in the past, but this isn't the past, it's the present... and presently Ranma, in case you didn't know this... the WGWF is THE HOUSE CHRIS PAGE BUILT!!
There's a mixed reaction throughout the crowd as Chris continues.
CCP: There's no need for me to stand in this ring, and give you a roundabout history lesson revolving around you and I... I'm out here for TWO reasons, and two reasons alone...
CCP reaches into his sport coat, he retrieves several folded up pieces of paper, he holds them in his left hand as he continues.
CCP: These documents in my left hand are of very importance to you, and the WGWF locker room...
CCP reaches out, handing the documents over to Ranma.
CCP: As you look through those documents, you'll notice on the final page my signature is a fix... Which means, I NOW OWN 50% of this company!
Diamond: WHAT!
Rotten: YES!
CCP: You're working with Adam Barker... you're DEALING with Chris Page!
The crowd roars with boo's as Ranma flips through the documents. CCP reaches back into his coat pocket pulling out yet another document.
CCP: And this document here... Well, let's just say I'm not big on talking the talk, but I'm big on walking the walk... This...
CCP holds up the single piece of paper as he continues.
CCP: This, is a OPEN CONTRACT... and again, you'll see my signature is a fix... it's just waiting on yours Ranma...
CCP hands the document to Ranma...
CCP: As you'll notice it's a CONTRACT for YOU to take on... ME!
The crowd roars with approval!
CCP: Are going to sell yourself in the WGWF with your tongue, or are you going to be a MAN, and grace the ring with greatness!
CCP speaks his piece as the shocking development has the crowd staring back and forth between the two pioneers of the business. RANMA again brings the live mic to his lips.
RANMA: Chris, as always old friend, it's a pleasure to have a stop and chat with you, it's a refreshing change of pace from the last time you and I stood in a ring together...well, rather I stood, and you stared, at the lights that is. You not only stared up at the lights, but that was a sad lack of effort on your part. The only thing missing was from that match was you in the ring following a commercial break, pumping your fist in the air without theme music...you perennial athl...
CCP: SHUT YOUR MOUTH! MY NAME IS NOT NICK RYAN! I'M CHRIS FUCKING PAGE! That bullshit would have worked in XWF, but here... if we have a problem... WE DEAL WITH IT BETWEEN THE ROPES!
RANMA pauses, smiling as CCP paces back and forth, nearly about to tear RANMA's head off as RANMA cools his jets with the waving of his right hand.
RANMA: Our history is well known and well documented and this only serves to make things more interesting. You see before you came out here and interrupted me, you didn't allow me to finish explaning my contract...I won't be touched, I won't have hands placed upon me by any superstar whether it be their own or whether they've orchestrated it with what they imagine to be some grand design or detailed scheme. If they do, I'll see them taken out of the arena by plainclothes and shown the door, and if I'm feeling generous, I might just have fines levied against them instead. I've done it all and I've seen it all. I'm here to balance things out, libra scales of a competitive nature if you will. I have no beef with GENESIS, I have no affiliation with THE INITIATIVE or the GODS, what I do have is an eye on competition, to see the very best brought into the WGWF so that I can stack funds higher then Bernie Madoff before he got caught. So what do you say?
RANMA extends a hand out to CCP. CCP hesitates in receiving the gesture as RANMA winks at him, pulling his hand away.
RANMA: Smart move, that would have gotten you fined or fired...partner.
Chris interjects...
CCP: Hard to fire, or fine a BOSS! If I wanted to, and believe me I'm being very generous... I can, and WILL take your fucking head off!
RANMA smirks at the statement...
RANMA: Good to be the king, isn't it Page?
RANMA winks at CCP as the crowd looks on in shock at the ridiculous contract designed by the timedevourer. RANMA turns to face a lively portion of the audience.
RANMA: And that folks is how you show up...
Without another word, RANMA drops the mic and backs into the ropes, stepping through them before making his exit as "The A La Menthe" begins to play once again leaving a dumbfounded CCP standing in the ring.
CCP stands center ring as Ranma's music fades away. CCP removes his sport coat, merely tossing it to the mat as he raises the microphone once again.
COMING TO JESUS MEETING WITH GENESIS...
CCP: ... And since I'm already out here, might as well get the coming to Jesus meeting with GENESIS out of the way... GENESIS 2011! GET YOUR ASSES OUT HERE!
"Born Like This" by Three Days Grace hits the speakers. Walking out from the back are the members of Genesis; Seth Stevens, Kenny Radical, Jason Black, and Alyssa Ferro.
Rotten: This isn't going to be good for any of them...
They all enter the ring standing across from CCP as the music fades away. Chris looks in the direction of Kenny and Alyssa as he begins to speak..
CCP: Kenny, Alyssa...
CCP takes a step closer to them as he continues.
CCP: I have to admit something to the both of you...
Chris glances towards Jason and Seth before turning his attention back to Ferro and Radical.
CCP: I owe the two of you an apology...
Diamond: What's he talking about?
CCP: I apologize for having you, two of the youngest and brightest superstars in this company, having to deal with toteing the weight of THESE TWO..
CCP turns, stepping right up in the faces of Stevens and Black.
CCP: PATHETIC EXCUSES FOR PROFESSIONAL WRESTLERS!
The crowd is taken a back for moment as CCP takes a step backwards. Seth is heard trying to explain himself..
CCP: SHUT THE FUCK UP STEVENS... YOU'VE BEEN MAKING EXCUSES SINCE LAST YEAR!
The crowd grows silent as Chris turns towards Kenny and Alyssa...
CCP: Again, I apologize...
CCP states in a calm, collect tone.
CCP: If you're still down with me, and with Genesis then step forward.
Just as CCP makes this statement Seth attempts to step forward...
CCP: I WASN'T TALKING TO YOU, YOU FUCKING MORON! STEP BACK!
CCP exclaims, which draws some laughter from the crowd. Kenny and Alyssa look towards each other before both nodding there heads forward. They step forward.
CCP: Trust me when I say, things around this place are about the change.
Chris turns towards Jason Black and Seth Stevens... mainly directing his attention towards Jason Black.
CCP: Jason... Not to long ago you approached me, ya said "Chris... I want back in Genesis..."
"WHAT"
Ya said... "I still got what it takes to get the job done..."
A loud "WHAT" is heard in unison by the crowd.
CCP: And you know something...
"WHAT"
CCP: I think ya do... but I also think that being paired up with a FAILURE like Seth Stevens has cast you in a bad light... So, ya know... if you're down Genesis step forward...
Jason takes a moment to soak this up... He steps forward joining Radical and Ferro... Seth is shown taking a deep breath as Chris turns and faces him.
CCP: ... and then there's you... Seth Stevens, former Intercontinental Champion, former 2 time Tag Team Champion... HELL, you've even bested me a time or two. WHAT THE HAPPENED TO THE FIRE, THE DETERMINATION that burned in the pit of your stomach? What happened? Do you know that you're the ONLY reason Genesis isn't be taken as seriously as it should?
"WHAT"
Seth is heard saying...
SETH: Look Chris, I'm sorry...
CCP: Oh I know you're sorry, hell the whole world knows you're sorry! You're the reason we're all out here now... Genesis is getting ready for a REVOLUTION...
The crowd begins to roar with boo's as we see two figures sprinting towards the ring, they slide into the ring, and before you know it Seth has been laid out with a shot from...
R.J. PALMER AND DANTE ANGLAIS! THE NEW WORLD TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS!
Diamond: WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON!!!!!!
CCP: BEAT HIM!
Dante picks Seth up off the mat before planting him with The Uprising! The crowd roars with boo's towards the ring. Radical, Ferro, and Black all look shocked, and unsure of what to do... that is until CCP comes forward and begins to put the boots to Seth Stevens! Palmer pushes CCP back off Stevens, he holds up one finger as if saying "One Second"... He picks Stevens up off the mat before blasting him with the Antagonize!!
Rotten: HAVE R.J. and DANTE joined Genesis?
Palmer springs back to his feet. Dante and Palmer stands feet away from Chris Page. A sick smile graces the faces of all three men before we see CCP and Palmer shake hands, followed by Dante and CCP shaking hands! Chris turns towards Jason Black..
CCP: Chokeslam em'!
CCP motions for the Black Hole Slam, Jason looks at his fallen partner, he reluctantly reaches down picking Seth up by the hair before taking him by the throat.
CCP: DO IT!
Seconds pass, but Jason hoists Seth up in the air before driving him into the mat with a Thunderous Black Hole Slam! Chris glances towards Ferro, he points to the top rope, and without hesitation, almost eager she leaps to the top rope. Ferro comes off the top with a 450 splash!
Diamond: They're tearing Seth Stevens a part!
Rotten: As well they should!
Diamond: Over the years, Stevens has isolated himself from the locker room! No one is willing to help em'!
The crowd boo's as Radical walks over, he picks up a motionless Stevens before driving him into the mat with the Radical Ride!
Rotten: A vicious Radical Ride!
As Kenny reaches a vertical base, CCP drops down getting near the face of a motionless Stevens...
CCP: YOU... ARE... FIRED!
The crowd is completely shocked! CCP stands to his feet, he reaches down picking up Seth Stevens, he holds Stevens in position for a Page Plant. Chris adds the exclamation point with a vile Page Plant! CCP reaches a vertical base, Palmer and Dante rip off there t-shirts, and underneath are GENESIS shirts!
Diamond: Oh dear god! Palmer and Dante, the world Tag Team Champions have just aligned themselves with Chris Page, and Genesis.
Chris hands the microphone over to R.J. Palmer. Palmer rubs his cheeks and chin with a big ol' grin on his face.
Palmer: I'm not familiar with American sports, but I believe what Dante and I just did is what is referred to in baseball as a swerve ball. Another way of putting it is; The greatest trick the Devil ever pulled was convincing the world he didn't exist. We convinced the entire world that we wanted to take down all the stables in the WGWF. At the same time, we were in talks with Chris Page who was offering us a pretty sweet deal.
Palmer looks over at Chris and then back to the crowd.
Palmer: For aligning ourselves with Page, we would then become the new focal points of Genesis which, in result, means that myself and Dante would be pretty much in control of the entire company. We said we wanted to take over, but never did we imagine that it would get this far. And to think, out of the 6,852,472,823 people in the world, only three guys knew what was really going on. It doesn't surprise either of us that Chris wanted us to be the focal point of Genesis. We said we were the best the company had to offer and proved that when we beat the so called 'unbeatable team' to win the Tag Team Titles. We're the only GODS around these parts. Famine of the Vile is a useless cunt compared to what we can do. Crucifixes? Fuck, we'll murder you in the ring and not even think twice.
Palmer then walks over to Ferro, Radical and Black.
Palmer: You three made the right choice tonight. With Chris as co-owner of the company and Dante and I as the new leaders of Genesis, we're going to make Nazi Germany and Communist Russia look like tea time at the old folks home. We're going to take anyone who doesn't fall in line, such as The Initiative and The Blackman Squad and round them all up and one by one, stick them in the gas chambers and not even look back as we walk while they hit the ground, gasping for air. Don't think we can do it? Just take a look at what we did to Seth Stevens. Dante? You have anything to say?
Palmer hands the microphone off to the other half of the tag team champions.
Anglais: Don’t I always have something to say? I came into this company expecting to take absolutely everyone down at the simple snap of a finger and, along with RJ; I was going to tear the WGWF limb from limb. Then we got offered an opportunity that literally had me foaming at the mouth, a shot at James Raven and his little crew with the Tag Team Titles on the line. I said we’d win and, funny story, we did win. Isn’t it quite ironic how everything I say seems to come to pass?
He stops for a momentum, taking in the heat from the crowd. Boo’s and jeers, lots and lots of boo’s and jeers.
Anglais: So here we are, one night into our first time as a team, and we’re being given a shot at Championship gold? Did that not seem a little strange to you? I mean, seriously, how foolish are you people? How did you not guess that something was a little ‘off’ with that? You guys are just as slow as I always thought you were.
Anglais stops once again, broad smirk stretching across his face as the noise from the crowd increases with each passing moment.
Anglais: But that’s not important. What is important is that we’re here and we’re in control and there’s very little any of you can actually do about it. The rumblings of Genesis being weakened by the actions of Famine and his little “Genesis 2.0” G.O.D.S group but you were all so wrong. Famine and I have history and I’m going to have to take actions against him at some point because his little group is out to try and crush the WGWF, something I do not approve of, not now we’re in control. Initiative’s time will come too, mark my words, but for now, Raven... Raven, if you and your little group want to continue to be a thorn in our side then we will have no choice but to permanently eliminate you so I advise you to “play nice”, you got that?
The crowd is in absolute shock as Dante hands the microphone back over to CCP.
CCP: With these 5 studs of Professional Wrestling, and ME in the drivers seat... there's ain't where else to go... but up!
CCP tosses the microphone to the mat as "Sound of Madness" hits the speakers once again. All six members of Genesis stand, united in the ring, each grabs the wrist of the other, the crowd boo's so loud it nearly drowns the music out as they raise their arms in the air. With that, the scene cuts backstage...
Diamond: What are we going to witness?
Rotten: We'll be right back!
MATCH 4:
MASTERS OF THE MAT QUALIFYING MATCH
"LOST LEGEND" DEAN JAMES vs JAMES RAVEN
Paul Frost: Ladies and Gentleman, the following contest is a MASTERS OF THE MAT QUALIFYING MATCH!
"The Antidote" by Story of the Year hits the speakers drawing boo's from the crowd.
Paul Frost: Introducing first, about to make his way towards the ring, representing the Generals of Destruction, DEAN JAMES!
Dean makes his way towards the ring, he slides in under the bottom rope where he gets to a vertical base, and waits for his opponent.
Paul Frost: And his opponent....
"Bleed It Out" by Linkin Park rocks the speakers bringing the crowd to their feet!
Paul Frost: About to make his way to the ring, JAMES RAVEN!
The crowd explodes as James Raven steps out from behind the curtain. He takes a moment to soak in the crowds response before making his way towards the ring. Raven slides into the ring, reaching a vertical base where he and Dean James lock eyes as his music fades away.
DING....DING....DING....
Diamond: Oh, how we've been waiting for this epic confrontation.
Rotten: Raven is primed, Dean James is primed. These is going to be off the charts!
Raven and James stand center ring. The crowd is off the charts! The two slowly circle each other before locking up to a huge pop from the crowd. Each man is shown jockeying for position, it's Raven who snaps Dean over with a lightning quick arm drag take over. The crowd roars as Raven springs back to his feet with Dean in close pursuit. They quickly lock up once again, this time Dean snatches a head lock, he takes Raven over with a headlock take over, Raven quickly counters the attempt with a head scissors, Dean counters that by flipping over Raven stacking his shoulders to the mat.
Referee: ONE.... TWO..... THR
The crowd roars as Raven bridges up, turning his body inward before executing a back slide.
Referee: ONE.... TWO..... THR
James kicks out! Both Raven and James reach a vertical base where it's James who drives a knee to the midsection of Raven before taking over with solid right hand rights backing Raven up into the ropes, James shoots Raven across the ring, Raven bounces off the ropes, James ducks his head looking for a back body drop, but it's Raven who counters with a swinging neck breaker! Raven makes the quick cover.
Referee: ONE...... TWO..... THRE
James shoots his left shoulder up off the mat! Raven grabs a rear chin lock, he applies the pressure, but Dean manages to work himself to a vertical base, he turns into the chin lock, lifting Raven up in the air before driving him down into the mat with a side suplex! James shakes things off as he reaches a vertical base, Dean drives a stiff kick to the shoulder blades of Raven as he attempts to get to his feet, Dean picks Raven up, lacing him across the chest with a knife edge chop drawing a "WOOOOO" from the crowd. Dean lands a second chop, followed by a third which sends Raven back into a set of buckles, Dean shoots Raven across the ring, sending him crashing into the opposite buckles, James charges in after Raven, Raven lands a reverse elbow staggering Dean back several feet which allows Raven to step up to the middle turnbuckle, Raven leaps off the middle rope with a Cross Body attempt, but Dean counters by catching Raven in mid air before driving him into the mat with a Powerslam! James makes the cover!
Referee: ONE..... TWO...... THRE
Raven kicks out to a huge pop from the crowd.
Diamond: Flash, it's been back and forth in the opening minutes of this match... neither man can maintain a distinct advantage.
Rotten: When you're as evenly matches as these two men, it's all you can expect. Over a year this contest has been brewing, and I expect BOTH men to bring everything they've got!
James reaches a vertical base. He picks Raven up before taking a back waist lock, Dean hurls Raven backwards with a German Release Suplex! Raven lands hard on the canvass, Dean reaches his feet. He steps through the ropes to the ring apron where he begins to climb to the top rope. In the ring, Raven pushes himself up off the mat, the crowd is solidly behind him, Dean stands up high on the top rope, he leaps off the top with a double axe handle ala Randy Savage, the crowd explodes as Raven knocks Dean out of the air with a standing vertical dropkick! Dean is sent under the bottom rope to the floor! Raven reaches a vertical base, he measures Dean who begins to stir on the floor, Raven bounces off the far side, and as Dean stand up Raven dives through the top and middle rope landing a Suicide Dive to perfection! The crowd roars as Raven stands to his feet.
Diamond: James Raven, with a Suicide Dive just turned things around!
Raven reaches his feet, he picks Dean up before hoisting Dean up in the air, Raven drops James chest and sternum first across the steel guardrail! Raven picks Dean up, he tosses him back into the ring, Raven slides back into the ring after Dean, Raven picks Dean up, he takes him over to the mat with a Northern Light Suplex with a bridge.
Referee: ONE..... TWO..... THR
Dean kicks out before the three count. Raven reaches a vertical base, he picks Dean up, but as he does it's Dean who rakes Raven across the eyes! The crowd boo's as Dean snaps Raven over with a TazzPlex! Dean, waists little time in getting back to his feet where he takes both legs of Raven, turns him over locking in a Texas Cloverleaf!
Rotten: Submission move pulled out by Dean James!
The crowd begins a massive "RAVEN, RAVEN, RAVEN" chant as Dean sits further back on the back of Raven. The referee is in perfect position, he asks Raven if he wants to surrender, Raven refuses, the crowd begins to get louder and louder as Raven begins to inch his way towards a set of ropes. He reaches out, grabbing a hold of the bottom rope to a huge pop from the crowd. The referee demands Dean release the hold, he refuses, alas the count begins, when the official reaches the four count Dean releases the hold avoiding Disqualification. Dean pulls Raven out to the middle of the ring before dropping a elbow across the lower back of Raven, James follows it up by quickly locking in Crippler Crossface!
Diamond: Dean James is out wrestling James Raven? Who would have thought!
Dean cracks back on the Crossface, Raven manages to counter by pushing himself up off the mat with his free hand, he manages to shift his weight, rolling backwards stacking Deans shoulders to the mat!
Referee: ONE..... TWO..... THRE
Dean has no choice but to release the hold to avoid being pinned. He picks Raven up by the hair, He fires Raven across the ring, Raven bounces off the ropes ducking under a Dean James clothesline attempt, he springs off the middle rope with the RAVENSAULT!
Referee: ONE...... TWO...... THRE
OOOOOO's are heard by the crowd as James kicks out of the Ravensault. Both Raven and Dean reach there feet at the same time with Dean landing a hard right hand, Raven fires back with a right hand, Dean fires back with a right hand, Raven fires back with a right, Dean lands a right, Raven ROCKS Dean with a European Uppercut which sends Dean back into the ropes, Raven rushes Dean looking to send him over the top rope and out to the floor, but Dean drops down to the mat, yanking the top rope down in the process which sends Raven spilling out to the floor!
Rotten: These two are putting on a clinic!
Dean doesn't waist any time, he makes his way to the top rope on the inside of the ring, Raven is shown working his way to a vertical base, the crowd explodes as Dean leaps off the top rope with a Shooting Star Press crashing down on top of Raven sending both men to the arena floor! A Massive "HOLY SHIT, HOLY SHIT, HOLY SHIT" chant breaks out from all over the arena.
Diamond: The hang time by Dean James! What a dangerous move!
Rotten: But it payed off!
The referee begins to count out both men, but it's Dean James who is first to his feet. He picks up Raven before bouncing his head off the ring apron. Dean tosses Raven back into the ring, he slides in after him making another cover.
Referee: ONE..... TWO...... THRE
The crowd explodes as Raven shoots a shoulder up off the mat. James, waists no time, he picks himself up before picking up Raven, James fires Raven into the ropes, Raven bounces off the ropes, Dean looks for a tiltawhirl slam, but it's Raven who counters with attempt with a reverse DDT! Raven rolls out to the ring apron, he pulls himself to his feet where he begins to make his way to the top turnbuckle.
Diamond: What's James Raven got in mind?!?!?!
In the ring, Dean pushes himself up to a vertical base, and as he does Raven leaps off the top rope with a Hurricanarana! The crowd explodes as Raven makes a cover hooking the far leg.
Referee: ONE...... TWO....... THRE
OOOOOOOO's are heard once again as Dean barely is able to shoot the shoulder up off the mat.
Rotten: Dean James refuses to lose!
Raven beats Dean to his feet, he lays a hard forearm shot to the side of the head of Dean before sending him bouncing off the ropes, Dean hits the ropes, and it's Raven who plants Dean into the mat with a vicious Samoan Drop! Raven nips up to his feet where he walks towards a set of turnbuckles. Dean James, slowly works his way to a vertical base, Raven takes a few steps back before shuffling towards his opponent and letting loose with a destructive superkick targeting the opponents jaw. While not as powerful or explosive as Shanks original maneuver, James makes sure his looks a hell of a lot better. The acronym in the name stands for "Fuck You Shank".
Diamond: F.Y.S!!
Raven falls down on top of Dean making the cover!
Referee and Crowd: ONE........ TWO......... THRE
James barely escapes the near fall!
Rotten: HOW CLOSE WAS THAT!!!!!
Diamond: Both of these men are leaving it ALL in the ring!
Raven, a little shocked that didn't put Dean James away reaches a vertical base. He looks down at Dean, picking him up by the hair. Raven fires Dean into the ropes, James bounces off the ropes, Raven ducks his head, he sets to early which allows James to connect with the Below Zero Double Arm DDT!
Rotten: OUCH! Raven was just spiked into the mat with Below Zero!
Both Raven and Dean lay on the mat... the crowd is heard starting to chant "THIS IS AWESOME" towards both competitors, but it's Dean who manages to work his way to a vertical base, he steps through the ropes where he once again, slowly begins to climb to the top turnbuckle. Raven, lays motionless on the mat, Dean stands up top before leaving off with a 5 Star Frog Splash!
Diamond: 5 STAR PERFORMANCE! THIS IS GOING TO BE IT!
Dean makes a cover on Raven, he hooks the right leg.
Referee and Crowd: ONE....... TWO...... THRE
The roof explodes as Raven shoots his left shoulder up off the mat eyelashes away from the fatal three count!
Diamond: I don't believe it!!!
Rotten: Neither can Dean James!
Dean, demands a faster count, but the official shows him two fingers as another "LET'S GO RAVEN" chant echo's throughout the arena. Dean reaches a vertical base, he calls for the Box Office Smash!
Diamond: This could be the end of James Raven!
Dean patiently waits for Raven to pushes himself up to a vertical base, Dean catches Raven with a boot to the midsection, he looks for the Box Office Smash, but it's Raven who counters with a back body drop, Dean quickly gets back to a vertical base where Raven looks for Flight of the Raven, Dean counters by shoving Raven into the ropes, Raven bounces off the ropes into a Sleeper Hold by Dean James!
Rotten: Sleeper!
Raven struggles, but manages to turn inside, he looks for a side suplex, but Dean flips over Raven landing on his feet, Raven turns around catching a boot to the midsection, Dean hoists Raven up in the air before driving him into the mat with a Brainbuster! Dean reaches a vertical base, he points to the top rope once more before stepping out to the ring apron, Dean begins to climb up to the top rope.
Diamond: What else can he possibly do?!?!?!
Raven is shown rolling over on to his chest, Dean stands up on the top rope, Raven pushes himself up off the mat, as he does Dean leaps off the top rope looking for a Shoulder Block, Raven springs up off the mat catching Dean in mid air with the FLIGHT OF THE RAVEN! The crowd explodes as Raven makes the cover hooking the leg!
Referee and Crowd: ONE..... TWO...... THREE!
DING....DING....DING....
The crowd erupts as "Bleed it Out" by Linkin Park hits the speakers.
Masters: The winner of the match, and advancing to the Masters of the Mat Tournament, JAMES RAVEN!
Diamond: What a match! What a finish! James Raven has just gotten a small measure of revenge over a year in the making!
Rotten: But what a performance by Dean James as well! Both of these men laid it all on the line. We knew it would be a classic!
Raven reaches a vertical base where the referee raises his arm in victory as the scene fades to commercial...
YOUR NEW WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION... WITH A CHALLENGE!
The crowd silences, waiting for the next moment to happen, when suddenly…
If you wanna get with me, there’s some things you gotta know
I like my beats fast and my bass down low.
The crowd explodes as “Bass Down Low” by Dev hits the speakers. Out from the back steps Jocelyn Camden, seen for the first time with the World Championship over her shoulder. She just stands on the rampway, looking out into the crowd, who’s ovation is so huge that it’s drowning out Diamond and Rotten. Finally, she runs down the rampway and slides into the ring. She climbs the turnbuckle and raises her title high for the crowd to see, getting another large ovation. Finally, she hopes down and stands in the middle of the ring as the crowd quiets.
Camden: World…Fucking…CHAMPION!!!!
The crowd explodes as Camden screams into the microphone.
Camden: This is the greatest moment of my life. To not only climb my way up the ladder and make it all the way to the top of a profession I knew absolutely nothing about a year ago, but to be the first woman to do so, makes me the proudest person in the world right now. There is something I’ve been meaning to say, but I never was able to say it. I come out here, acting like a bad ass each and every week, but I forget to say one simple thing – Thank you
The crowd cheers.
Camden: Thank you to all the women and girls who send me letters, telling me how much of an inspiration I am. Thank you to the LGBT community, who consider me a hero and an icon. Thank you to all the WGWF fans who cheer me on for my inability to quite and my ability to take down obstacles much larger then me. Thank you, thank you, fucking Thank…You!
Camden points into the crowd as the crowd cheers. She just nods and smiles.
Camden: As much as I would love to spend the next month drinking, shagging and sleeping, I know that’s not a possibility. And, trust me, I’ve done more then my fair share this past week. There needs to be an opponent for my belt, and it needs to happen at Masters Of The Mat. Hunter Ryan…
The crowd cheers the former champion.
Camden: Let me say this. Whenever you want your rematch, you can have it. You’re a great competitor, and the next time we face each other, we’re going to bring the fucking house down. However…you’re not the first in line.
The crowd murmurs.
Camden: And neither is Famine. That greasy motherfucker doesn’t even deserve to be in the same conversation as this title. No, the first person in line, who has every opportunity to cash in his shot that he’s been holding on to for over a year…is Paul Frost.
The crowd cheers for the WGWF Hall Of Famer. We see Jocelyn shift her attention to Paul who sits ringside, hosting the MOTM Tournament.
Camden: Paul, Masters Of The Mat is YOUR tournament. It’s YOUR pay per view. It’s what made your career and turned you into a superstar and future hall of famer. So, I’m asking you…cash in your rematch clause, at Masters Of The Mat, and let us face each other one more fucking time! Camden/Frost 3, and this time…for the World Championship! Ring me back, chap!
The crowd cheers again as “Bass Down Low” plays again. Camden rolls out of the ring and holds her title belt over her head as she walks up the ramp way.
Diamond: How HUGE could that be? Paul Frost, challenging for the World Title against Jocelyn Camden... IN TORONTO!
Rotten: I would fall asleep, they both bore me.
MATCH 5:
STANDARD MATCH
JASON BLACK vs ZACH RIZZA
Donald Masters: The following contest is scheduled for one fall with a fifteen minute time limit. Introducing first he weighs in tonight at 260 pounds, he hails from Long Beach, New York. GENESIS MEMBER…..JASON BLACK!!!!!!
The Tampa Bay crowd is not impressed as “Monster” by Skillet plays over the sound system as the fog & boo’s roll into the arena as Jason Black sprints down into the ring and holds his arms high into the area.
Rotten “There just jealous Derrick, I mean after all the Yankee’s come from New York and people boo them all the time because there great. Jason Black is from New York and like the Yankee’s Genesis is booed all the time. It’s nothing to be a shamed of…I love you Jason.”
Donald Masters: Now his opponent he weighs in tonight at 275 pounds, he hails from Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania…”BIG TYME”….ZACH RIZZA!!!!!
The lights in the arena go out
"House real big. Belly real big. Everything real big.
Rims real big. Pockets real big. Rings real big.
Let me tell you how I live.
Like that, buy that, 24's ride that.
Ladies, gentlemen, gangsters, pimps, mommas, daddies, stunnahs, shiners...
I'M RITCH SNITCH, I'M A REAL BIG TYMER!"
Pyro shoots off and after the pyro is done Zach comes out with a smirk on his face. He slowly walks down the ramp, looking around at the fans cheering for him.
Diamond “There goes a superstar on the rise after last Monday, inside that chamber Zach Rizza put EVERYONE on notice that he can hang with the big dogs.”
Zach walks to the steps and walks up to the apron, one step at a time. Zach wipes his feet on the mat before entering the ring and gets on the middle turnbuckle as he poses to the crowd with a big smile on his face
Fans boo as Black attempts to get the jump on Rizza, but he blocks it and hits Black with a right hand! The crowd pops as Rizza begins teeing off on Black, with right hand after right hand, backing the Genesis member into the ropes. Rizza now whips Jason into the ropes and meets him with a boot to the gut and GOES FOR THE RIZZLINER...but Black shoves Zach away and quickly hops out of the ring to heat from the fans.
Diamond “Well it certainly looks like Rizza isn’t getting paid by the hour.”
Zach wastes no time and hops out after him as Black looks to head to the back, but Zach charges up the ramp after him and takes him down with a clothesline over the back of the head. Kurt Jason Black tries to crawl away from Rizza but “Big Tyme” is having none of it, grabbing Black, bringing him up and slamming him head into the top of the barricade. The referee is trying to get the two back into the ring, but isn't enforcing his count out. Now its Black who’s lights up Rizza with a knife edge chop after a poke to the eye, then hits a right hand. Zach will have none of it as he turns the tables as he lights up Black before throwing his own right. Then he clotheslines Black out into the crowd! Zach hops over the barricade and rocks Black with a right hand sending Black stumbling away. Rizza follows him and clubs him with a shot across the back, then grabs a beer off a fan and THROWS THE BEER IN BLACK’S FACE! The crowd starts an "Rizza" chant as Rizza looks for a suplex BUT BLACK BLOCKS IT AND BACK BODY DROPS RIZZA ONTO THE FLOOR!
Rotten “FINALLY”
Zach olds his back in pain as Jason drops to his knees, looking to recover after copping a beating in the early going. Jason gets up and grabs Rizza, bringing him up, and then walks him over to the barricade and then WHIPS RIZZA BACK FIRST INTO THE BARRICADE! Zach’s back is taking some punishment here, and Black charges in but Rizza sees him coming and ELEVATES HIM OVER THE BARRICADE TO THE FLOOR! Black’s turn to splat back first on the floor now as he yells out in pain.
Rizza hops over the barricade back to ringside and follows Black around the ring as the Genesis member tries to distance himself from and rolls into the ring, and as Rizza slides in after him, Black quickly drops an Axe Handle over the back of Zach and begins laying into him with right hands. Jason then gets to his feet and stomps away at the back he then brings Zach up and hits a European uppercut and then whips him into the ropes and knocks him down with a reverse elbow…ONE..TWO…Rizza kicks out!!!
Black then gets Rizza up again and this time shoots him to the corner, then looks to follow in, but Zach gets an elbow up in the face of Black! Jason staggers back holding his jaw, as Rizza explodes from the corner and wipes Black out with a clothesline! Rizza makes a lateral press ..ONE..TW…Black kicks out!! Rizza now drags Black over to the ropes and places him on the middle rope, then uses his leg to push Black’s neck down onto said rope, choking him. The ref administers his count for Zach to break, and he does, as he rebounds off the ropes and comes back with the Leapfrog Body Guillotine, again using his leg to drive Jason’s throat onto the middle rope. Rizza covers…ONE..T..Back kicks out!!
Rizza brings Jason to his feet and whips him to the ropes, then swings a clothesline at Black on the rebound, but Jason ducks under it and then takes Zach down with a German Suplex! Back to his feet Jason hits Zach with a right, and Rizza fights back with one of his own. Black again fights back with a right hand, and again Zach returns. Rizza then picks up the pace, beating Jason to the punch and then again, unloading with right hands. Rizza goes to send Jason into the ropes but he counters and PULLS RIZZA INTO AN OVERHEAD BELLY TO BELLY SUPLEX!
Rotten “ COVER….DAMN IT KICK OUT BY RIZZA”
Jason reaches a vertical base, the crowd roars with boo's as he calls for the Chokeslam!
Diamond: Black is thinking Black Hole Slam!
Jason measures Rizza, who is pulling himself to a vertical base, Zach turns towards Jason, Black grabs him by the throat, but before the Chokeslam can be executed Rizza bite's Jason across the head, from nowhere it's the RIZZATUDE ADJUSTMENT! Rizza makes the cover!
Referee: ONE..... TWO..... THREE!!
DING...DING...DING
Masters: The winner of the match, ZACH RIZZA!
Scene fades backstage...
PRANK TARGET... NICK RYAN!
Backstage we see Big Shank, Andre Dixon, and James Raven standing outside another locker room door. This time, it's not that of John Gambino, but instead it's that of his former ally and Initiative “leader”, Nick Ryan.
SHANK: The thing with Rigg was okay, but it wasn't as great as what you're trying to make it out to be...
RAVEN: How was that not amazing!?!? He put a transvestite through a wall and got borderline cock-slapped!
SHANK: Six out of ten. Seven at best.
DIXON: I'm with Shank, James. That wasn't even really a prank... I think we just contributed to a hate crime. Now all the lesbians are going to come after us. Ferro, Camden, Dante...
James shakes his head in disgust.
RAVEN: You two don't know what you're talking about. What the hell are we doing at Nick Ryan's door, though?
SHANK: Simple. It's a new game, and the rules are simple. Each of us has two minutes to go into his locker room and make him cry. I happen to be an expert at this game, so I'll let you two pathetic tools pool your resources and go in together.
DIXON: Easy.
SHANK: You can't punch him in the nose.
DIXON: Shit...
James grins and nods his head, accepting the terms of the game.
RAVEN: I like it, we're going first... NICK! Put the lotion and the Sears underwear catalog away! You've got company!
James and Andre burst through the locker room door, chattering as they do so and allowing the door to swing shut behind them. Several seconds pass, and Shank stands with his ear pressed up against the door but he soon grows bored and pulls out his cell phone.
SHANK: Fucking Angry Birds... this shit is addicting.
We listen to the squawks and caws of the birds Shank launches from his imaginary sling shot, but a minute or so later the door to the locker room opens up and Raven comes out looking frustrated, a disappointed Dixon coming out a moment after him.
DIXON: This game is stupid... he won't cry. We hit him with everything. The “former World champion” schtick, the homo-brother spiel, how he'll never be a legend... nothing!
RAVEN: Yeah, he's not cracking, it's a lost cause.
Shank grins, showing the dynamic duo the screen of his phone as he pulls up the Youtube application and steps into the locker room confidentially. One second passes, then two, three, four, five, six, seven...
NICK RYAN: WHAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!! *blubbering loudly*
Shank promptly steps out of the locker room, holding the door open just long enough to allow Raven and Dixon to catch sight of the sobbing former champion. He shuts the door, and begins to walk down the hall way.
RAVEN: Wait! How the hell did you do that?
SHANK: Easy, I showed him the ending of his World title match with Spice One...
Dixon shakes his head in stunned amazement.
DIXON: Genius...
Fade to commerical...
We fade back into Brawl as Gary and Alyssa Ferro are already set for action.
MATCH 6:
MASTERS OF THE MAT QUALIFYING MATCH
ALYSSA FERRO vs GRAPPLING GURU
Now the both people are in the ring the referee calls for the bell..DING DING. And this one is under way. Ferro and GG step into the center of the ring. Ferro relazies her normal strategy may not work against a much larger opponent. GG tries for a hard elbow tie up but Ferro ducks it and moves behind GG. Quickly she leaps onto his back and attempts to lock in a sleeper hold.
Derrick Diamond: Smart move by Ferro to try and end this one early.
Flash Rotten: Of course it's a smart move she's a Genesis member. They are all about intelligence in the ring.
Ferro locks in the hold as GG begins to slowly fade. As he drops to one knee the referee lifts his arm. Quickly it falls back to his side prompting the referee to count ONE.. Once again he lifts GG's arm as it once again drops back to his side. TWO.... The ref then lifts GG's arm for the final time. But this time GG is able to stop it from falling to his side. GG stands back up to a vertical base with no problem. Ferro still has the sleeper firmly locked in. GG moves swiftly as he jolts backwards slamming Ferro into the turnbuckle. Thus releasing the sleeper hold Ferro had locked in. Ferro falls hard to the ground as she slumps into the corner.
Derrick Diamond: How can Ferro stand up and fight this muscle clad behemoth?
Flash Rotten: Because she's.....
Derrick Diamond: We know we know she's Genesis.
GG picks up Ferro and attempts a body slam but Ferro is able to wiggle out before slamming her shoulder into the back of GG's knee. GG drops to the mat as Ferro begins to circle him. Finally she wraps her arm around his neck as he is down on one knee she hits a short fall DDT. Ferro makes the cover.
Referee: ONE.... TWO..... THRE
Gary kicks out. Ferro picks Gary up, she looks to shoot him towards a set of buckles, Gary reverses and it's Ferro who crashes into the buckles, Gary charges Ferro looking for a running shoulder block, Ferro side steps Gary sending him crashing into the steel ring post. Ferro pulls Gary out of the corner before dropping him with a armbar DDT! She makes a cover.
Referee: ONE..... TWO..... THRE
Gary kicks out. Ferro is back to her feet, she picks up Gary before looking to shoot him into the ropes, Gary bounces off the rope, Ferro ducks her head only to catch a Powerbomb for her efforts! Gary covers Ferro!
Referee: ONE..... TWO..... THRE
Ferro escapes the near fall. The crowd, solidly behind Gary as he reaches a vertical base, he picks Ferro up, shooting her into the ropes, Ferro bounces off the ropes into a Powerslam by Gary! The crowd explodes as Gary reaches his feet where he signals for the Grappler!
Diamond: Gary's looking to put Ferro away with the Grappler!
Gary sizes Ferro up as she pulls herself to her feet, he comes up behind her locking in the Full Nelson, the referee is out of position which allow Ferro to mule kick Gary between the legs! She quickly rolls Gary up with a school boy!
Referee: ONE..... TWO..... THREE!!
DING...DING...DING....
Paul Frost: The winner of the match, and advancing in the Masters of the Mat Tournament... ALYSSA FERRO!
PRANK WARS CONTINUE... TARGET... CHIS PAGE!
We open up inside the office of Chronic Chris Page, the personal belongings of Adam Barker still sitting in the corner and loaded into several cardboard boxes. The door opens and Page walks in quickly, talking on his cell phone. He stops suddenly as he sees three people sitting around his desk.
CCP: I'm going to have to call you back.
He looks at the three men, clearly not surprised to see them. The Big Shank, James Raven and Andre Dixon all grin widely at him.
RAVEN: What's up, doc?
CCP: I figured it was only a matter of time. I've got a transvestite looking to press charges, Nick Ryan blowing up my phone because people are too mean, a caterer who faxed me his medical bill because SOMEONE got a ladle stuck up his ass, and Paul Frost has a moose in his locker room... there weren't too many people who could be responsible.
DIXON: Whoah, whoah, whoah... we didn't put a ladle in anyone's ass, don't point fingers in our direction.
SHANK: Well, actually...
Page sighs and shakes his head, taking a few steps casually around his office and glancing around. He opens a drawer here, lifts a cushion there, generally scoping out his office. He makes his way behind his desk, looking at the trio.
CCP: I can only assume this means you're all here to try and get one over on me, correct?
SHANK: You know what happens when you assume?
RAVEN: You make an ass out of 'u'.
Page shrugs his shoulders, still staring them down.
CCP: I don't buy it. You're not paying me some innocent visit. There's something going down... what? Midgets? A Donkey Show? Laxative in my food?
DIXON: Nah, man... we hired Barker to tell you you're in charge. He'll be back from Maui next week and your ass is no better than me!
CCP: First off, I am better than you and tonight I'll prove it. Second off, I have a contract. This isn't a joke, boys, you're looking at your new boss!
Page sits slowly in his leather desk chair, a smug grin on his face as he stares at the trio. However, as he relaxes a loud noise blasts from his seat.
FLLLLLLLLLLLLRRRRRRPPPPPPPPPPPTTTTTTTT!!!
Raven, Shank and Dixon all leap up from their seats, looks of feigned disgust on their faces as they look at Page disapprovingly.
SHANK: FOR SHAME!
Page's eyes open wide, and he feels around the seat of his chair for a moment before producing a pink, rubber whoopee cushion.
RAVEN: Gotcha, bitch!
CCP: Really? That was it? A god damned whoopee cushion?
DIXON: I wouldn't say that's it... but it's definitely the funnier part.
CCP: What else did you fuckers do?
RAVEN: Think about it Chronic... what could we do that would affect who you are on a physical, mental and emotional level? Huh, Chronic? What could we take that's a part of you? Any ideas Chronic? What would be the biggest blow at a cellular and chemical level, if you don't mind me asking Chron-
SHANK: James, I think he get's that you took his week.
Page leaps up from his chair, opening his desk drawer and seeing his prized possession missing. He slams the drawer shut, fuming as he turns to the trio once more.
CCP: Where is it?
RAVEN: My guess is somewhere between a toilet and the Atlantic.
SHANK: Want a hint? It's that toilet.
Shank points at the bathroom door, and Page's face grows an even brighter red.
CCP: You flushed my shit!?!?
RAVEN: Well, yeah... but only as a favor. We didn't want you to get busted when the DEA came by.
CCP: The DEA? The DEA doesn't fuck with people for smoking marijuana, you dick!
DIXON: True, but they were more concerned with the thing we told them about you slinging heroin to middle schoolers. It's not a good look, Chris, you might want to find a different client base or some-
CCP: SHUT THE FUCK UP!
Page stares at the three men, all of whom are now silent, and he takes deep breaths while gritting his teeth and trying to slow his heart rate.
CCP: Adam may have been willing to sit here and let you guys run amok, but I'm not... this juvenile bull shit ends here and now, even if I have to end it myself. Consider this a message; for every one of these little stunts you pull, I'll come back at you twice as powerfully. For the headache you've caused tonight, Andre is going to pay the price... Andre! You and I in the main event! It's now a NO HOLD BARRED MATCH!
Theres a massive pop inside the arena, and Shank and Raven look slowly at each other.
SHANK: I'm fine with that.
RAVEN: Me too. Do you think there are any popsicles at the catering table?
Together the two of them stand up and make their way out of the office, Dixon staring at them in horror and chasing them out into the hallway.
DIXON: Man, fuck you guys!
James drops his voice to a barely audible whisper as he shuts the office door behind him.
RAVEN: Shut up. Of course we care, Aunt Jemimah, we just can't let him know that yet... the main event I going to be one hell of an eye opener for him. You ready?
Dixon nods slowly.
Fade back to ringside.
MATCH 7:
MASTERS OF THE MAT QUALIFYING MATCH
JASON MUDD vs DANTE ANGLAIS (c)
Diamond: We're set for allegedly our next match, however, apparently Jason Mudd hasn't been seen all day. What's going to happen here.
Masters: The following contest is a MASTERS OF THE MAT QUALIFYING MATCH!
"Are You Ready?" By In Case Of Fire begins to play, bringing boo's from the crowd.
Paul Frost: Introducing first, about to make his way to the ring, representing GENESIS... He is One Half of the WGWF TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS, DANTE ANGLAIS!
The lights down as the intro of Are You Ready? By In Case Of Fire begins to build up, the lights die down and three spotlights slowly drift from the bottom of the entrance ramp all the way to the top as the vocals kick in and the arena becomes a blur of red flashing lights. Dante steps out from behind the curtain and stands atop the entrance ramp for a moment or two. He closes his eyes as he can literally smell the anticipation amongst the fans before he heads down the entrance ramp and towards the ring with an arrogant, yet purposeful, spring in his step. He slowly climbs the ring steps before climbing between the ropes, stepping into the ring. He spins around, looking out at the crowd before ascending the turnbuckle and pointing at himself for a few moments before dropping his arms to his sides, an arrogant smirk upon his face. He jumps down from the turnbuckle and uses the ropes to stretch, eagerly awaiting the sound of the bell.
Rotten: Dante looks eager to put that loud mouthed Jason Mudd in his rightful place.
Paul Frost: And his opponent...
Scream Aim Fire - Bullet for My Valentine hits the speakers turning the boo's into a huge pop!
Paul Frost: About to make his way to the ring, JASON MUDD!
Our attention is drawn towards the ramp way where we anticipate Jason Mudd appearance.
Diamond: Um... Where's he at?
Rotten: He's SCARED! Jason Mudd is scared shitless!
Paul Frost: His opponent, JASON MUDD!!!!
The crowd eagerly awaits for Jason, but no one has emerged from the locker room area. The music fades away... suddenly appearing on the Jumbo Tron is none other than CHRONIC CHRIS PAGE! The crowd boo's loudly at the image of CCP. He's standing in front of a Monday Night Brawl backdrop...
CCP: Hi Dante... remember me?
CCP chuckles as he diverts back to earlier in the evening...
CCP: Rumor has it that Jason Mudd has had some sort of "travel issues."
The crowd boo's louder as Chris continues.
CCP: Apparently, he can't make it to St. Petersberg... Now, remember back when I told you that if you joined with me I would take care of you, I would catapult you to the top of this federation?
Dante nods his head with approval.
CCP: This is the start...
CCP looks in the direction of the referee.
CCP: Since Ranma isn't here to consult with me, as we're SUPPOSE to do, I guess I have to make a executive decision then don't I? Referee, should Jason Mudd NOT show up by the count of 10, he will forfeit this match and in the process Dante Anglais will advance into the Masters of the Mat Tournament!
The crowd explodes with boo's directed towards Dante and CCP! The referee has no choice.
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The referee signals for the bell.
DING....DING...DING....
CCP: YOUR WINNER VIA FORFEIT, DANTE ANGLAIS!
Dante acts as if he's just went through a war, he wipes sweat from his head that's nonexistent, he takes deep breaths as if he's blown up as the referee raises his arm in the air.
CCP: Hardest 10 grand you've ever made, eh Dante?
The crowd roars with boo's as CCP disappears from the Jumbo Tron and the scene fades backstage..
NICK RYAN MINGLING... MORE
Cameras cut to the catering area where Nick Ryan and wrestling legend Centurion are sitting down. Both men are sipping from their respective coffee cups. On the label of the cup the words SAOTOME COFFEE BLEND appear. These two guys are chatting like the old friends they are as the cameras fade back to the ring.
Diamond: What a terrific match! But what else would you expect from the federation that continues to raise the bar each and every...
Diamond is cut short as a static feed now present upon the video wall grabs his attention as well as that of all in attendance. The static gives way to introductory lyric from the Richard Hawley classic.
Do you know why you got feelings in your heart?
Don’t let fear of feeling fool you,
What you see sets you apart.
And there’s nothing here to bind you,
It’s no way for life to start.
Do you know that tonight the streets are ours?
An image of footsteps set upon city streets, the video wall slowly pans up to meet the name of one attached to said feet. It begins to reverberate throughout the arena once again as it did at Hardcore Hell. "The A La Menthe" by La Caution brings all in attendance to their feet, a deafening pop surging throughout the arena as RANMA SAOTOME steps out onto the entryway ramp. There is no cup of coffee in hand this time around however. We does however carry a weapon of sorts, a live mic for the silver tongued soul. He waits for the pop to die down and yes, it does indeed take some time, as it finally does, Ranma brings the live mic to his lips.
RANMA: So imagine me sitting at home, imagine me bringing another empire up from the ashes of one I'd built that collapsed so many years ago. Imagine millions made with the perfect brew, whether you prefer a light, medium or bold roast, but imagine an addiction to said brew that would make even the common crack fiend jealous and you see that I've kept myself busy.
A brief pause for the timedevourer as he paces back and forth upon the stage.
RANMA: Phone rings, you expect business as usual as it relates to running an empire, you never expect to hear Matt Hopkins on the other end. Even worse, you wonder who the hell Matt Hopkins is...
Rotten chuckles at ringside following the comment.
ROTTEN: Been asking myself that question for years.
RANMA: I had taken years off only to resurface in another promotion that ninety percent of the active roster...
A pause, he raises a finger.
RANMA: Well, ninety percent of an active roster that actually matters...is familiar with. I held their most prestigous title for months until the competitive tire was deflated with the kick heard round the world, but it didn't stop there...you know the rest, tag titles, another universal title reign, so on and so forth, you see, that was nothing new...I'd done it in every federation I'd ever set foot in, it's what I did, I made money, lots of money for the promotion and myself. I ran a successful organization for years and to hear Matt Hopkins read through a list that I'm quite familiar with almost had him on the wrong end of a disconnected call, but then he begin to speak the language that a man who'd walked away from the business on his own accord, as he's always done, knows fluently. He spoke about seven digits and control of a contract that allows me to hold fifty percent interest of a federation that is generating quite a name and better then that...quite an income.
DIAMOND: Wait, fifty percent, so that means that...
RANMA: I told him I'd call him back. What I did was take to my office, I had my PA grab me video of their recent, at that time, pay per view extravaganzas...and I saw Paul Frost competing, Dean James, Chris Page...but then I saw what I deemed impossible, I saw Nick Ryan...defending the world title.
A smattering of "RYAN" chants break out for the decorated superstar.
RANMA: My interest peeks and while I'm on that topic, it was announced that Nick is unable to compete due to extensive injuries which means...
RANMA stares directly into the camera.
RANMA: We'll see you in two weeks, Nick.
ROTTEN chuckles while that Nick Ryan contingent in the crowd begins to boo the potshot.
RANMA: But with this seven figure deal, what are your plans they ask me, with emails, messages left on my office phone line...et cetera. They want to know what my plans are, as I'm sure the rest of you are curious to know as well. Why stand on this side of the line instead of lacing up my boots and taking the glory away from Jocelyn Camden before that flower had truly had a chance to bloom?
DIAMOND: Well he's not getting the Camden fans on his side now...our world champion developing a huge following over the past few months.
RANMA looks to the common, realizing that he's not winning many friends and influencing many people, as if he cared.
RANMA: What rips the soul of a federation out faster than any boring world title match or lack of star power is a blatant abuse of power. What helps it thrive, what lines more back pockets with green is fresh ideas, deep talent rosters and a man with the sharpest mind in the history of this business standing on one side of the line as Adam Barker stands on the other side. You see I didn't just take a seven figure deal...
"YEA I GET IT YOU'RE AN OUTCAST, ALWAYS UNDER ATTACK, ALWAYS COMING IN LAST, BRINGING UP THE PAST, NO ONE OWES YOU ANYTHING...
"I FEEL YOU NEED A SHOTGUN BLAST, KICK IN THE ASS, SO PARANOID, WATCH YOUR BACK!"
The crowd breaks out into loud boo's as "Sound of Madness" by Shinedown rocks over the speakers.
Rotten: This is about to get GOOD!
The house lights dim to darkness. Black and Yellow strobe lights flicker throughout the arena, a smokey haze begins to flood the top of the ramp. Seconds later, walking through the smokey haze is none other then "CHRONIC" CHRIS PAGE! CCP and Ranma lock eyes. A very intense stare down ensues for several seconds before CCP begins to walk towards the ring.
Diamond: The history between these two men span back YEARS!
Rotten: From my understanding, they're 2-2, with neither man owning an out right pinfall over the other.
CCP reaches ringside, he's dressed in a suit, he walks up the steel steps to the ring apron.
Diamond: Ranma and Page haven't taken there eyes off each other!
CCP steps through the ropes. St. Pete is electric! Chris pulls a microphone out of his coat pocket as his music fades out leaving the crowd roaring at the two legends who stand center ring. Chris raises the microphone up to his lips.
CCP: Do my eyes, and ears deceive me? Matt Hopkins has placed you in charge of his half of the company?
Ranma looks to raises his microphone...
CCP: Rhetorical Ranma, rhetorical. Our history is well known... we've did the dance numerous times in the past, but this isn't the past, it's the present... and presently Ranma, in case you didn't know this... the WGWF is THE HOUSE CHRIS PAGE BUILT!!
There's a mixed reaction throughout the crowd as Chris continues.
CCP: There's no need for me to stand in this ring, and give you a roundabout history lesson revolving around you and I... I'm out here for TWO reasons, and two reasons alone...
CCP reaches into his sport coat, he retrieves several folded up pieces of paper, he holds them in his left hand as he continues.
CCP: These documents in my left hand are of very importance to you, and the WGWF locker room...
CCP reaches out, handing the documents over to Ranma.
CCP: As you look through those documents, you'll notice on the final page my signature is a fix... Which means, I NOW OWN 50% of this company!
Diamond: WHAT!
Rotten: YES!
CCP: You're working with Adam Barker... you're DEALING with Chris Page!
The crowd roars with boo's as Ranma flips through the documents. CCP reaches back into his coat pocket pulling out yet another document.
CCP: And this document here... Well, let's just say I'm not big on talking the talk, but I'm big on walking the walk... This...
CCP holds up the single piece of paper as he continues.
CCP: This, is a OPEN CONTRACT... and again, you'll see my signature is a fix... it's just waiting on yours Ranma...
CCP hands the document to Ranma...
CCP: As you'll notice it's a CONTRACT for YOU to take on... ME!
The crowd roars with approval!
CCP: Are going to sell yourself in the WGWF with your tongue, or are you going to be a MAN, and grace the ring with greatness!
CCP speaks his piece as the shocking development has the crowd staring back and forth between the two pioneers of the business. RANMA again brings the live mic to his lips.
RANMA: Chris, as always old friend, it's a pleasure to have a stop and chat with you, it's a refreshing change of pace from the last time you and I stood in a ring together...well, rather I stood, and you stared, at the lights that is. You not only stared up at the lights, but that was a sad lack of effort on your part. The only thing missing was from that match was you in the ring following a commercial break, pumping your fist in the air without theme music...you perennial athl...
CCP: SHUT YOUR MOUTH! MY NAME IS NOT NICK RYAN! I'M CHRIS FUCKING PAGE! That bullshit would have worked in XWF, but here... if we have a problem... WE DEAL WITH IT BETWEEN THE ROPES!
RANMA pauses, smiling as CCP paces back and forth, nearly about to tear RANMA's head off as RANMA cools his jets with the waving of his right hand.
RANMA: Our history is well known and well documented and this only serves to make things more interesting. You see before you came out here and interrupted me, you didn't allow me to finish explaning my contract...I won't be touched, I won't have hands placed upon me by any superstar whether it be their own or whether they've orchestrated it with what they imagine to be some grand design or detailed scheme. If they do, I'll see them taken out of the arena by plainclothes and shown the door, and if I'm feeling generous, I might just have fines levied against them instead. I've done it all and I've seen it all. I'm here to balance things out, libra scales of a competitive nature if you will. I have no beef with GENESIS, I have no affiliation with THE INITIATIVE or the GODS, what I do have is an eye on competition, to see the very best brought into the WGWF so that I can stack funds higher then Bernie Madoff before he got caught. So what do you say?
RANMA extends a hand out to CCP. CCP hesitates in receiving the gesture as RANMA winks at him, pulling his hand away.
RANMA: Smart move, that would have gotten you fined or fired...partner.
Chris interjects...
CCP: Hard to fire, or fine a BOSS! If I wanted to, and believe me I'm being very generous... I can, and WILL take your fucking head off!
RANMA smirks at the statement...
RANMA: Good to be the king, isn't it Page?
RANMA winks at CCP as the crowd looks on in shock at the ridiculous contract designed by the timedevourer. RANMA turns to face a lively portion of the audience.
RANMA: And that folks is how you show up...
Without another word, RANMA drops the mic and backs into the ropes, stepping through them before making his exit as "The A La Menthe" begins to play once again leaving a dumbfounded CCP standing in the ring.
CCP stands center ring as Ranma's music fades away. CCP removes his sport coat, merely tossing it to the mat as he raises the microphone once again.
COMING TO JESUS MEETING WITH GENESIS...
CCP: ... And since I'm already out here, might as well get the coming to Jesus meeting with GENESIS out of the way... GENESIS 2011! GET YOUR ASSES OUT HERE!
"Born Like This" by Three Days Grace hits the speakers. Walking out from the back are the members of Genesis; Seth Stevens, Kenny Radical, Jason Black, and Alyssa Ferro.
Rotten: This isn't going to be good for any of them...
They all enter the ring standing across from CCP as the music fades away. Chris looks in the direction of Kenny and Alyssa as he begins to speak..
CCP: Kenny, Alyssa...
CCP takes a step closer to them as he continues.
CCP: I have to admit something to the both of you...
Chris glances towards Jason and Seth before turning his attention back to Ferro and Radical.
CCP: I owe the two of you an apology...
Diamond: What's he talking about?
CCP: I apologize for having you, two of the youngest and brightest superstars in this company, having to deal with toteing the weight of THESE TWO..
CCP turns, stepping right up in the faces of Stevens and Black.
CCP: PATHETIC EXCUSES FOR PROFESSIONAL WRESTLERS!
The crowd is taken a back for moment as CCP takes a step backwards. Seth is heard trying to explain himself..
CCP: SHUT THE FUCK UP STEVENS... YOU'VE BEEN MAKING EXCUSES SINCE LAST YEAR!
The crowd grows silent as Chris turns towards Kenny and Alyssa...
CCP: Again, I apologize...
CCP states in a calm, collect tone.
CCP: If you're still down with me, and with Genesis then step forward.
Just as CCP makes this statement Seth attempts to step forward...
CCP: I WASN'T TALKING TO YOU, YOU FUCKING MORON! STEP BACK!
CCP exclaims, which draws some laughter from the crowd. Kenny and Alyssa look towards each other before both nodding there heads forward. They step forward.
CCP: Trust me when I say, things around this place are about the change.
Chris turns towards Jason Black and Seth Stevens... mainly directing his attention towards Jason Black.
CCP: Jason... Not to long ago you approached me, ya said "Chris... I want back in Genesis..."
"WHAT"
Ya said... "I still got what it takes to get the job done..."
A loud "WHAT" is heard in unison by the crowd.
CCP: And you know something...
"WHAT"
CCP: I think ya do... but I also think that being paired up with a FAILURE like Seth Stevens has cast you in a bad light... So, ya know... if you're down Genesis step forward...
Jason takes a moment to soak this up... He steps forward joining Radical and Ferro... Seth is shown taking a deep breath as Chris turns and faces him.
CCP: ... and then there's you... Seth Stevens, former Intercontinental Champion, former 2 time Tag Team Champion... HELL, you've even bested me a time or two. WHAT THE HAPPENED TO THE FIRE, THE DETERMINATION that burned in the pit of your stomach? What happened? Do you know that you're the ONLY reason Genesis isn't be taken as seriously as it should?
"WHAT"
Seth is heard saying...
SETH: Look Chris, I'm sorry...
CCP: Oh I know you're sorry, hell the whole world knows you're sorry! You're the reason we're all out here now... Genesis is getting ready for a REVOLUTION...
The crowd begins to roar with boo's as we see two figures sprinting towards the ring, they slide into the ring, and before you know it Seth has been laid out with a shot from...
R.J. PALMER AND DANTE ANGLAIS! THE NEW WORLD TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS!
Diamond: WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON!!!!!!
CCP: BEAT HIM!
Dante picks Seth up off the mat before planting him with The Uprising! The crowd roars with boo's towards the ring. Radical, Ferro, and Black all look shocked, and unsure of what to do... that is until CCP comes forward and begins to put the boots to Seth Stevens! Palmer pushes CCP back off Stevens, he holds up one finger as if saying "One Second"... He picks Stevens up off the mat before blasting him with the Antagonize!!
Rotten: HAVE R.J. and DANTE joined Genesis?
Palmer springs back to his feet. Dante and Palmer stands feet away from Chris Page. A sick smile graces the faces of all three men before we see CCP and Palmer shake hands, followed by Dante and CCP shaking hands! Chris turns towards Jason Black..
CCP: Chokeslam em'!
CCP motions for the Black Hole Slam, Jason looks at his fallen partner, he reluctantly reaches down picking Seth up by the hair before taking him by the throat.
CCP: DO IT!
Seconds pass, but Jason hoists Seth up in the air before driving him into the mat with a Thunderous Black Hole Slam! Chris glances towards Ferro, he points to the top rope, and without hesitation, almost eager she leaps to the top rope. Ferro comes off the top with a 450 splash!
Diamond: They're tearing Seth Stevens a part!
Rotten: As well they should!
Diamond: Over the years, Stevens has isolated himself from the locker room! No one is willing to help em'!
The crowd boo's as Radical walks over, he picks up a motionless Stevens before driving him into the mat with the Radical Ride!
Rotten: A vicious Radical Ride!
As Kenny reaches a vertical base, CCP drops down getting near the face of a motionless Stevens...
CCP: YOU... ARE... FIRED!
The crowd is completely shocked! CCP stands to his feet, he reaches down picking up Seth Stevens, he holds Stevens in position for a Page Plant. Chris adds the exclamation point with a vile Page Plant! CCP reaches a vertical base, Palmer and Dante rip off there t-shirts, and underneath are GENESIS shirts!
Diamond: Oh dear god! Palmer and Dante, the world Tag Team Champions have just aligned themselves with Chris Page, and Genesis.
Chris hands the microphone over to R.J. Palmer. Palmer rubs his cheeks and chin with a big ol' grin on his face.
Palmer: I'm not familiar with American sports, but I believe what Dante and I just did is what is referred to in baseball as a swerve ball. Another way of putting it is; The greatest trick the Devil ever pulled was convincing the world he didn't exist. We convinced the entire world that we wanted to take down all the stables in the WGWF. At the same time, we were in talks with Chris Page who was offering us a pretty sweet deal.
Palmer looks over at Chris and then back to the crowd.
Palmer: For aligning ourselves with Page, we would then become the new focal points of Genesis which, in result, means that myself and Dante would be pretty much in control of the entire company. We said we wanted to take over, but never did we imagine that it would get this far. And to think, out of the 6,852,472,823 people in the world, only three guys knew what was really going on. It doesn't surprise either of us that Chris wanted us to be the focal point of Genesis. We said we were the best the company had to offer and proved that when we beat the so called 'unbeatable team' to win the Tag Team Titles. We're the only GODS around these parts. Famine of the Vile is a useless cunt compared to what we can do. Crucifixes? Fuck, we'll murder you in the ring and not even think twice.
Palmer then walks over to Ferro, Radical and Black.
Palmer: You three made the right choice tonight. With Chris as co-owner of the company and Dante and I as the new leaders of Genesis, we're going to make Nazi Germany and Communist Russia look like tea time at the old folks home. We're going to take anyone who doesn't fall in line, such as The Initiative and The Blackman Squad and round them all up and one by one, stick them in the gas chambers and not even look back as we walk while they hit the ground, gasping for air. Don't think we can do it? Just take a look at what we did to Seth Stevens. Dante? You have anything to say?
Palmer hands the microphone off to the other half of the tag team champions.
Anglais: Don’t I always have something to say? I came into this company expecting to take absolutely everyone down at the simple snap of a finger and, along with RJ; I was going to tear the WGWF limb from limb. Then we got offered an opportunity that literally had me foaming at the mouth, a shot at James Raven and his little crew with the Tag Team Titles on the line. I said we’d win and, funny story, we did win. Isn’t it quite ironic how everything I say seems to come to pass?
He stops for a momentum, taking in the heat from the crowd. Boo’s and jeers, lots and lots of boo’s and jeers.
Anglais: So here we are, one night into our first time as a team, and we’re being given a shot at Championship gold? Did that not seem a little strange to you? I mean, seriously, how foolish are you people? How did you not guess that something was a little ‘off’ with that? You guys are just as slow as I always thought you were.
Anglais stops once again, broad smirk stretching across his face as the noise from the crowd increases with each passing moment.
Anglais: But that’s not important. What is important is that we’re here and we’re in control and there’s very little any of you can actually do about it. The rumblings of Genesis being weakened by the actions of Famine and his little “Genesis 2.0” G.O.D.S group but you were all so wrong. Famine and I have history and I’m going to have to take actions against him at some point because his little group is out to try and crush the WGWF, something I do not approve of, not now we’re in control. Initiative’s time will come too, mark my words, but for now, Raven... Raven, if you and your little group want to continue to be a thorn in our side then we will have no choice but to permanently eliminate you so I advise you to “play nice”, you got that?
The crowd is in absolute shock as Dante hands the microphone back over to CCP.
CCP: With these 5 studs of Professional Wrestling, and ME in the drivers seat... there's ain't where else to go... but up!
CCP tosses the microphone to the mat as "Sound of Madness" hits the speakers once again. All six members of Genesis stand, united in the ring, each grabs the wrist of the other, the crowd boo's so loud it nearly drowns the music out as they raise their arms in the air. With that, the scene cuts backstage...
Diamond: What are we going to witness?
Rotten: We'll be right back!
MATCH 4:
MASTERS OF THE MAT QUALIFYING MATCH
"LOST LEGEND" DEAN JAMES vs JAMES RAVEN
Paul Frost: Ladies and Gentleman, the following contest is a MASTERS OF THE MAT QUALIFYING MATCH!
"The Antidote" by Story of the Year hits the speakers drawing boo's from the crowd.
Paul Frost: Introducing first, about to make his way towards the ring, representing the Generals of Destruction, DEAN JAMES!
Dean makes his way towards the ring, he slides in under the bottom rope where he gets to a vertical base, and waits for his opponent.
Paul Frost: And his opponent....
"Bleed It Out" by Linkin Park rocks the speakers bringing the crowd to their feet!
Paul Frost: About to make his way to the ring, JAMES RAVEN!
The crowd explodes as James Raven steps out from behind the curtain. He takes a moment to soak in the crowds response before making his way towards the ring. Raven slides into the ring, reaching a vertical base where he and Dean James lock eyes as his music fades away.
DING....DING....DING....
Diamond: Oh, how we've been waiting for this epic confrontation.
Rotten: Raven is primed, Dean James is primed. These is going to be off the charts!
Raven and James stand center ring. The crowd is off the charts! The two slowly circle each other before locking up to a huge pop from the crowd. Each man is shown jockeying for position, it's Raven who snaps Dean over with a lightning quick arm drag take over. The crowd roars as Raven springs back to his feet with Dean in close pursuit. They quickly lock up once again, this time Dean snatches a head lock, he takes Raven over with a headlock take over, Raven quickly counters the attempt with a head scissors, Dean counters that by flipping over Raven stacking his shoulders to the mat.
Referee: ONE.... TWO..... THR
The crowd roars as Raven bridges up, turning his body inward before executing a back slide.
Referee: ONE.... TWO..... THR
James kicks out! Both Raven and James reach a vertical base where it's James who drives a knee to the midsection of Raven before taking over with solid right hand rights backing Raven up into the ropes, James shoots Raven across the ring, Raven bounces off the ropes, James ducks his head looking for a back body drop, but it's Raven who counters with a swinging neck breaker! Raven makes the quick cover.
Referee: ONE...... TWO..... THRE
James shoots his left shoulder up off the mat! Raven grabs a rear chin lock, he applies the pressure, but Dean manages to work himself to a vertical base, he turns into the chin lock, lifting Raven up in the air before driving him down into the mat with a side suplex! James shakes things off as he reaches a vertical base, Dean drives a stiff kick to the shoulder blades of Raven as he attempts to get to his feet, Dean picks Raven up, lacing him across the chest with a knife edge chop drawing a "WOOOOO" from the crowd. Dean lands a second chop, followed by a third which sends Raven back into a set of buckles, Dean shoots Raven across the ring, sending him crashing into the opposite buckles, James charges in after Raven, Raven lands a reverse elbow staggering Dean back several feet which allows Raven to step up to the middle turnbuckle, Raven leaps off the middle rope with a Cross Body attempt, but Dean counters by catching Raven in mid air before driving him into the mat with a Powerslam! James makes the cover!
Referee: ONE..... TWO...... THRE
Raven kicks out to a huge pop from the crowd.
Diamond: Flash, it's been back and forth in the opening minutes of this match... neither man can maintain a distinct advantage.
Rotten: When you're as evenly matches as these two men, it's all you can expect. Over a year this contest has been brewing, and I expect BOTH men to bring everything they've got!
James reaches a vertical base. He picks Raven up before taking a back waist lock, Dean hurls Raven backwards with a German Release Suplex! Raven lands hard on the canvass, Dean reaches his feet. He steps through the ropes to the ring apron where he begins to climb to the top rope. In the ring, Raven pushes himself up off the mat, the crowd is solidly behind him, Dean stands up high on the top rope, he leaps off the top with a double axe handle ala Randy Savage, the crowd explodes as Raven knocks Dean out of the air with a standing vertical dropkick! Dean is sent under the bottom rope to the floor! Raven reaches a vertical base, he measures Dean who begins to stir on the floor, Raven bounces off the far side, and as Dean stand up Raven dives through the top and middle rope landing a Suicide Dive to perfection! The crowd roars as Raven stands to his feet.
Diamond: James Raven, with a Suicide Dive just turned things around!
Raven reaches his feet, he picks Dean up before hoisting Dean up in the air, Raven drops James chest and sternum first across the steel guardrail! Raven picks Dean up, he tosses him back into the ring, Raven slides back into the ring after Dean, Raven picks Dean up, he takes him over to the mat with a Northern Light Suplex with a bridge.
Referee: ONE..... TWO..... THR
Dean kicks out before the three count. Raven reaches a vertical base, he picks Dean up, but as he does it's Dean who rakes Raven across the eyes! The crowd boo's as Dean snaps Raven over with a TazzPlex! Dean, waists little time in getting back to his feet where he takes both legs of Raven, turns him over locking in a Texas Cloverleaf!
Rotten: Submission move pulled out by Dean James!
The crowd begins a massive "RAVEN, RAVEN, RAVEN" chant as Dean sits further back on the back of Raven. The referee is in perfect position, he asks Raven if he wants to surrender, Raven refuses, the crowd begins to get louder and louder as Raven begins to inch his way towards a set of ropes. He reaches out, grabbing a hold of the bottom rope to a huge pop from the crowd. The referee demands Dean release the hold, he refuses, alas the count begins, when the official reaches the four count Dean releases the hold avoiding Disqualification. Dean pulls Raven out to the middle of the ring before dropping a elbow across the lower back of Raven, James follows it up by quickly locking in Crippler Crossface!
Diamond: Dean James is out wrestling James Raven? Who would have thought!
Dean cracks back on the Crossface, Raven manages to counter by pushing himself up off the mat with his free hand, he manages to shift his weight, rolling backwards stacking Deans shoulders to the mat!
Referee: ONE..... TWO..... THRE
Dean has no choice but to release the hold to avoid being pinned. He picks Raven up by the hair, He fires Raven across the ring, Raven bounces off the ropes ducking under a Dean James clothesline attempt, he springs off the middle rope with the RAVENSAULT!
Referee: ONE...... TWO...... THRE
OOOOOO's are heard by the crowd as James kicks out of the Ravensault. Both Raven and Dean reach there feet at the same time with Dean landing a hard right hand, Raven fires back with a right hand, Dean fires back with a right hand, Raven fires back with a right, Dean lands a right, Raven ROCKS Dean with a European Uppercut which sends Dean back into the ropes, Raven rushes Dean looking to send him over the top rope and out to the floor, but Dean drops down to the mat, yanking the top rope down in the process which sends Raven spilling out to the floor!
Rotten: These two are putting on a clinic!
Dean doesn't waist any time, he makes his way to the top rope on the inside of the ring, Raven is shown working his way to a vertical base, the crowd explodes as Dean leaps off the top rope with a Shooting Star Press crashing down on top of Raven sending both men to the arena floor! A Massive "HOLY SHIT, HOLY SHIT, HOLY SHIT" chant breaks out from all over the arena.
Diamond: The hang time by Dean James! What a dangerous move!
Rotten: But it payed off!
The referee begins to count out both men, but it's Dean James who is first to his feet. He picks up Raven before bouncing his head off the ring apron. Dean tosses Raven back into the ring, he slides in after him making another cover.
Referee: ONE..... TWO...... THRE
The crowd explodes as Raven shoots a shoulder up off the mat. James, waists no time, he picks himself up before picking up Raven, James fires Raven into the ropes, Raven bounces off the ropes, Dean looks for a tiltawhirl slam, but it's Raven who counters with attempt with a reverse DDT! Raven rolls out to the ring apron, he pulls himself to his feet where he begins to make his way to the top turnbuckle.
Diamond: What's James Raven got in mind?!?!?!
In the ring, Dean pushes himself up to a vertical base, and as he does Raven leaps off the top rope with a Hurricanarana! The crowd explodes as Raven makes a cover hooking the far leg.
Referee: ONE...... TWO....... THRE
OOOOOOOO's are heard once again as Dean barely is able to shoot the shoulder up off the mat.
Rotten: Dean James refuses to lose!
Raven beats Dean to his feet, he lays a hard forearm shot to the side of the head of Dean before sending him bouncing off the ropes, Dean hits the ropes, and it's Raven who plants Dean into the mat with a vicious Samoan Drop! Raven nips up to his feet where he walks towards a set of turnbuckles. Dean James, slowly works his way to a vertical base, Raven takes a few steps back before shuffling towards his opponent and letting loose with a destructive superkick targeting the opponents jaw. While not as powerful or explosive as Shanks original maneuver, James makes sure his looks a hell of a lot better. The acronym in the name stands for "Fuck You Shank".
Diamond: F.Y.S!!
Raven falls down on top of Dean making the cover!
Referee and Crowd: ONE........ TWO......... THRE
James barely escapes the near fall!
Rotten: HOW CLOSE WAS THAT!!!!!
Diamond: Both of these men are leaving it ALL in the ring!
Raven, a little shocked that didn't put Dean James away reaches a vertical base. He looks down at Dean, picking him up by the hair. Raven fires Dean into the ropes, James bounces off the ropes, Raven ducks his head, he sets to early which allows James to connect with the Below Zero Double Arm DDT!
Rotten: OUCH! Raven was just spiked into the mat with Below Zero!
Both Raven and Dean lay on the mat... the crowd is heard starting to chant "THIS IS AWESOME" towards both competitors, but it's Dean who manages to work his way to a vertical base, he steps through the ropes where he once again, slowly begins to climb to the top turnbuckle. Raven, lays motionless on the mat, Dean stands up top before leaving off with a 5 Star Frog Splash!
Diamond: 5 STAR PERFORMANCE! THIS IS GOING TO BE IT!
Dean makes a cover on Raven, he hooks the right leg.
Referee and Crowd: ONE....... TWO...... THRE
The roof explodes as Raven shoots his left shoulder up off the mat eyelashes away from the fatal three count!
Diamond: I don't believe it!!!
Rotten: Neither can Dean James!
Dean, demands a faster count, but the official shows him two fingers as another "LET'S GO RAVEN" chant echo's throughout the arena. Dean reaches a vertical base, he calls for the Box Office Smash!
Diamond: This could be the end of James Raven!
Dean patiently waits for Raven to pushes himself up to a vertical base, Dean catches Raven with a boot to the midsection, he looks for the Box Office Smash, but it's Raven who counters with a back body drop, Dean quickly gets back to a vertical base where Raven looks for Flight of the Raven, Dean counters by shoving Raven into the ropes, Raven bounces off the ropes into a Sleeper Hold by Dean James!
Rotten: Sleeper!
Raven struggles, but manages to turn inside, he looks for a side suplex, but Dean flips over Raven landing on his feet, Raven turns around catching a boot to the midsection, Dean hoists Raven up in the air before driving him into the mat with a Brainbuster! Dean reaches a vertical base, he points to the top rope once more before stepping out to the ring apron, Dean begins to climb up to the top rope.
Diamond: What else can he possibly do?!?!?!
Raven is shown rolling over on to his chest, Dean stands up on the top rope, Raven pushes himself up off the mat, as he does Dean leaps off the top rope looking for a Shoulder Block, Raven springs up off the mat catching Dean in mid air with the FLIGHT OF THE RAVEN! The crowd explodes as Raven makes the cover hooking the leg!
Referee and Crowd: ONE..... TWO...... THREE!
DING....DING....DING....
The crowd erupts as "Bleed it Out" by Linkin Park hits the speakers.
Masters: The winner of the match, and advancing to the Masters of the Mat Tournament, JAMES RAVEN!
Diamond: What a match! What a finish! James Raven has just gotten a small measure of revenge over a year in the making!
Rotten: But what a performance by Dean James as well! Both of these men laid it all on the line. We knew it would be a classic!
Raven reaches a vertical base where the referee raises his arm in victory as the scene fades to commercial...
YOUR NEW WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION... WITH A CHALLENGE!
The crowd silences, waiting for the next moment to happen, when suddenly…
If you wanna get with me, there’s some things you gotta know
I like my beats fast and my bass down low.
The crowd explodes as “Bass Down Low” by Dev hits the speakers. Out from the back steps Jocelyn Camden, seen for the first time with the World Championship over her shoulder. She just stands on the rampway, looking out into the crowd, who’s ovation is so huge that it’s drowning out Diamond and Rotten. Finally, she runs down the rampway and slides into the ring. She climbs the turnbuckle and raises her title high for the crowd to see, getting another large ovation. Finally, she hopes down and stands in the middle of the ring as the crowd quiets.
Camden: World…Fucking…CHAMPION!!!!
The crowd explodes as Camden screams into the microphone.
Camden: This is the greatest moment of my life. To not only climb my way up the ladder and make it all the way to the top of a profession I knew absolutely nothing about a year ago, but to be the first woman to do so, makes me the proudest person in the world right now. There is something I’ve been meaning to say, but I never was able to say it. I come out here, acting like a bad ass each and every week, but I forget to say one simple thing – Thank you
The crowd cheers.
Camden: Thank you to all the women and girls who send me letters, telling me how much of an inspiration I am. Thank you to the LGBT community, who consider me a hero and an icon. Thank you to all the WGWF fans who cheer me on for my inability to quite and my ability to take down obstacles much larger then me. Thank you, thank you, fucking Thank…You!
Camden points into the crowd as the crowd cheers. She just nods and smiles.
Camden: As much as I would love to spend the next month drinking, shagging and sleeping, I know that’s not a possibility. And, trust me, I’ve done more then my fair share this past week. There needs to be an opponent for my belt, and it needs to happen at Masters Of The Mat. Hunter Ryan…
The crowd cheers the former champion.
Camden: Let me say this. Whenever you want your rematch, you can have it. You’re a great competitor, and the next time we face each other, we’re going to bring the fucking house down. However…you’re not the first in line.
The crowd murmurs.
Camden: And neither is Famine. That greasy motherfucker doesn’t even deserve to be in the same conversation as this title. No, the first person in line, who has every opportunity to cash in his shot that he’s been holding on to for over a year…is Paul Frost.
The crowd cheers for the WGWF Hall Of Famer. We see Jocelyn shift her attention to Paul who sits ringside, hosting the MOTM Tournament.
Camden: Paul, Masters Of The Mat is YOUR tournament. It’s YOUR pay per view. It’s what made your career and turned you into a superstar and future hall of famer. So, I’m asking you…cash in your rematch clause, at Masters Of The Mat, and let us face each other one more fucking time! Camden/Frost 3, and this time…for the World Championship! Ring me back, chap!
The crowd cheers again as “Bass Down Low” plays again. Camden rolls out of the ring and holds her title belt over her head as she walks up the ramp way.
Diamond: How HUGE could that be? Paul Frost, challenging for the World Title against Jocelyn Camden... IN TORONTO!
Rotten: I would fall asleep, they both bore me.
MATCH 5:
STANDARD MATCH
JASON BLACK vs ZACH RIZZA
Donald Masters: The following contest is scheduled for one fall with a fifteen minute time limit. Introducing first he weighs in tonight at 260 pounds, he hails from Long Beach, New York. GENESIS MEMBER…..JASON BLACK!!!!!!
The Tampa Bay crowd is not impressed as “Monster” by Skillet plays over the sound system as the fog & boo’s roll into the arena as Jason Black sprints down into the ring and holds his arms high into the area.
Rotten “There just jealous Derrick, I mean after all the Yankee’s come from New York and people boo them all the time because there great. Jason Black is from New York and like the Yankee’s Genesis is booed all the time. It’s nothing to be a shamed of…I love you Jason.”
Donald Masters: Now his opponent he weighs in tonight at 275 pounds, he hails from Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania…”BIG TYME”….ZACH RIZZA!!!!!
The lights in the arena go out
"House real big. Belly real big. Everything real big.
Rims real big. Pockets real big. Rings real big.
Let me tell you how I live.
Like that, buy that, 24's ride that.
Ladies, gentlemen, gangsters, pimps, mommas, daddies, stunnahs, shiners...
I'M RITCH SNITCH, I'M A REAL BIG TYMER!"
Pyro shoots off and after the pyro is done Zach comes out with a smirk on his face. He slowly walks down the ramp, looking around at the fans cheering for him.
Diamond “There goes a superstar on the rise after last Monday, inside that chamber Zach Rizza put EVERYONE on notice that he can hang with the big dogs.”
Zach walks to the steps and walks up to the apron, one step at a time. Zach wipes his feet on the mat before entering the ring and gets on the middle turnbuckle as he poses to the crowd with a big smile on his face
Fans boo as Black attempts to get the jump on Rizza, but he blocks it and hits Black with a right hand! The crowd pops as Rizza begins teeing off on Black, with right hand after right hand, backing the Genesis member into the ropes. Rizza now whips Jason into the ropes and meets him with a boot to the gut and GOES FOR THE RIZZLINER...but Black shoves Zach away and quickly hops out of the ring to heat from the fans.
Diamond “Well it certainly looks like Rizza isn’t getting paid by the hour.”
Zach wastes no time and hops out after him as Black looks to head to the back, but Zach charges up the ramp after him and takes him down with a clothesline over the back of the head. Kurt Jason Black tries to crawl away from Rizza but “Big Tyme” is having none of it, grabbing Black, bringing him up and slamming him head into the top of the barricade. The referee is trying to get the two back into the ring, but isn't enforcing his count out. Now its Black who’s lights up Rizza with a knife edge chop after a poke to the eye, then hits a right hand. Zach will have none of it as he turns the tables as he lights up Black before throwing his own right. Then he clotheslines Black out into the crowd! Zach hops over the barricade and rocks Black with a right hand sending Black stumbling away. Rizza follows him and clubs him with a shot across the back, then grabs a beer off a fan and THROWS THE BEER IN BLACK’S FACE! The crowd starts an "Rizza" chant as Rizza looks for a suplex BUT BLACK BLOCKS IT AND BACK BODY DROPS RIZZA ONTO THE FLOOR!
Rotten “FINALLY”
Zach olds his back in pain as Jason drops to his knees, looking to recover after copping a beating in the early going. Jason gets up and grabs Rizza, bringing him up, and then walks him over to the barricade and then WHIPS RIZZA BACK FIRST INTO THE BARRICADE! Zach’s back is taking some punishment here, and Black charges in but Rizza sees him coming and ELEVATES HIM OVER THE BARRICADE TO THE FLOOR! Black’s turn to splat back first on the floor now as he yells out in pain.
Rizza hops over the barricade back to ringside and follows Black around the ring as the Genesis member tries to distance himself from and rolls into the ring, and as Rizza slides in after him, Black quickly drops an Axe Handle over the back of Zach and begins laying into him with right hands. Jason then gets to his feet and stomps away at the back he then brings Zach up and hits a European uppercut and then whips him into the ropes and knocks him down with a reverse elbow…ONE..TWO…Rizza kicks out!!!
Black then gets Rizza up again and this time shoots him to the corner, then looks to follow in, but Zach gets an elbow up in the face of Black! Jason staggers back holding his jaw, as Rizza explodes from the corner and wipes Black out with a clothesline! Rizza makes a lateral press ..ONE..TW…Black kicks out!! Rizza now drags Black over to the ropes and places him on the middle rope, then uses his leg to push Black’s neck down onto said rope, choking him. The ref administers his count for Zach to break, and he does, as he rebounds off the ropes and comes back with the Leapfrog Body Guillotine, again using his leg to drive Jason’s throat onto the middle rope. Rizza covers…ONE..T..Back kicks out!!
Rizza brings Jason to his feet and whips him to the ropes, then swings a clothesline at Black on the rebound, but Jason ducks under it and then takes Zach down with a German Suplex! Back to his feet Jason hits Zach with a right, and Rizza fights back with one of his own. Black again fights back with a right hand, and again Zach returns. Rizza then picks up the pace, beating Jason to the punch and then again, unloading with right hands. Rizza goes to send Jason into the ropes but he counters and PULLS RIZZA INTO AN OVERHEAD BELLY TO BELLY SUPLEX!
Rotten “ COVER….DAMN IT KICK OUT BY RIZZA”
Jason reaches a vertical base, the crowd roars with boo's as he calls for the Chokeslam!
Diamond: Black is thinking Black Hole Slam!
Jason measures Rizza, who is pulling himself to a vertical base, Zach turns towards Jason, Black grabs him by the throat, but before the Chokeslam can be executed Rizza bite's Jason across the head, from nowhere it's the RIZZATUDE ADJUSTMENT! Rizza makes the cover!
Referee: ONE..... TWO..... THREE!!
DING...DING...DING
Masters: The winner of the match, ZACH RIZZA!
Scene fades backstage...
PRANK TARGET... NICK RYAN!
Backstage we see Big Shank, Andre Dixon, and James Raven standing outside another locker room door. This time, it's not that of John Gambino, but instead it's that of his former ally and Initiative “leader”, Nick Ryan.
SHANK: The thing with Rigg was okay, but it wasn't as great as what you're trying to make it out to be...
RAVEN: How was that not amazing!?!? He put a transvestite through a wall and got borderline cock-slapped!
SHANK: Six out of ten. Seven at best.
DIXON: I'm with Shank, James. That wasn't even really a prank... I think we just contributed to a hate crime. Now all the lesbians are going to come after us. Ferro, Camden, Dante...
James shakes his head in disgust.
RAVEN: You two don't know what you're talking about. What the hell are we doing at Nick Ryan's door, though?
SHANK: Simple. It's a new game, and the rules are simple. Each of us has two minutes to go into his locker room and make him cry. I happen to be an expert at this game, so I'll let you two pathetic tools pool your resources and go in together.
DIXON: Easy.
SHANK: You can't punch him in the nose.
DIXON: Shit...
James grins and nods his head, accepting the terms of the game.
RAVEN: I like it, we're going first... NICK! Put the lotion and the Sears underwear catalog away! You've got company!
James and Andre burst through the locker room door, chattering as they do so and allowing the door to swing shut behind them. Several seconds pass, and Shank stands with his ear pressed up against the door but he soon grows bored and pulls out his cell phone.
SHANK: Fucking Angry Birds... this shit is addicting.
We listen to the squawks and caws of the birds Shank launches from his imaginary sling shot, but a minute or so later the door to the locker room opens up and Raven comes out looking frustrated, a disappointed Dixon coming out a moment after him.
DIXON: This game is stupid... he won't cry. We hit him with everything. The “former World champion” schtick, the homo-brother spiel, how he'll never be a legend... nothing!
RAVEN: Yeah, he's not cracking, it's a lost cause.
Shank grins, showing the dynamic duo the screen of his phone as he pulls up the Youtube application and steps into the locker room confidentially. One second passes, then two, three, four, five, six, seven...
NICK RYAN: WHAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!! *blubbering loudly*
Shank promptly steps out of the locker room, holding the door open just long enough to allow Raven and Dixon to catch sight of the sobbing former champion. He shuts the door, and begins to walk down the hall way.
RAVEN: Wait! How the hell did you do that?
SHANK: Easy, I showed him the ending of his World title match with Spice One...
Dixon shakes his head in stunned amazement.
DIXON: Genius...
Fade to commerical...
We fade back into Brawl as Gary and Alyssa Ferro are already set for action.
MATCH 6:
MASTERS OF THE MAT QUALIFYING MATCH
ALYSSA FERRO vs GRAPPLING GURU
Now the both people are in the ring the referee calls for the bell..DING DING. And this one is under way. Ferro and GG step into the center of the ring. Ferro relazies her normal strategy may not work against a much larger opponent. GG tries for a hard elbow tie up but Ferro ducks it and moves behind GG. Quickly she leaps onto his back and attempts to lock in a sleeper hold.
Derrick Diamond: Smart move by Ferro to try and end this one early.
Flash Rotten: Of course it's a smart move she's a Genesis member. They are all about intelligence in the ring.
Ferro locks in the hold as GG begins to slowly fade. As he drops to one knee the referee lifts his arm. Quickly it falls back to his side prompting the referee to count ONE.. Once again he lifts GG's arm as it once again drops back to his side. TWO.... The ref then lifts GG's arm for the final time. But this time GG is able to stop it from falling to his side. GG stands back up to a vertical base with no problem. Ferro still has the sleeper firmly locked in. GG moves swiftly as he jolts backwards slamming Ferro into the turnbuckle. Thus releasing the sleeper hold Ferro had locked in. Ferro falls hard to the ground as she slumps into the corner.
Derrick Diamond: How can Ferro stand up and fight this muscle clad behemoth?
Flash Rotten: Because she's.....
Derrick Diamond: We know we know she's Genesis.
GG picks up Ferro and attempts a body slam but Ferro is able to wiggle out before slamming her shoulder into the back of GG's knee. GG drops to the mat as Ferro begins to circle him. Finally she wraps her arm around his neck as he is down on one knee she hits a short fall DDT. Ferro makes the cover.
Referee: ONE.... TWO..... THRE
Gary kicks out. Ferro picks Gary up, she looks to shoot him towards a set of buckles, Gary reverses and it's Ferro who crashes into the buckles, Gary charges Ferro looking for a running shoulder block, Ferro side steps Gary sending him crashing into the steel ring post. Ferro pulls Gary out of the corner before dropping him with a armbar DDT! She makes a cover.
Referee: ONE..... TWO..... THRE
Gary kicks out. Ferro is back to her feet, she picks up Gary before looking to shoot him into the ropes, Gary bounces off the rope, Ferro ducks her head only to catch a Powerbomb for her efforts! Gary covers Ferro!
Referee: ONE..... TWO..... THRE
Ferro escapes the near fall. The crowd, solidly behind Gary as he reaches a vertical base, he picks Ferro up, shooting her into the ropes, Ferro bounces off the ropes into a Powerslam by Gary! The crowd explodes as Gary reaches his feet where he signals for the Grappler!
Diamond: Gary's looking to put Ferro away with the Grappler!
Gary sizes Ferro up as she pulls herself to her feet, he comes up behind her locking in the Full Nelson, the referee is out of position which allow Ferro to mule kick Gary between the legs! She quickly rolls Gary up with a school boy!
Referee: ONE..... TWO..... THREE!!
DING...DING...DING....
Paul Frost: The winner of the match, and advancing in the Masters of the Mat Tournament... ALYSSA FERRO!
PRANK WARS CONTINUE... TARGET... CHIS PAGE!
We open up inside the office of Chronic Chris Page, the personal belongings of Adam Barker still sitting in the corner and loaded into several cardboard boxes. The door opens and Page walks in quickly, talking on his cell phone. He stops suddenly as he sees three people sitting around his desk.
CCP: I'm going to have to call you back.
He looks at the three men, clearly not surprised to see them. The Big Shank, James Raven and Andre Dixon all grin widely at him.
RAVEN: What's up, doc?
CCP: I figured it was only a matter of time. I've got a transvestite looking to press charges, Nick Ryan blowing up my phone because people are too mean, a caterer who faxed me his medical bill because SOMEONE got a ladle stuck up his ass, and Paul Frost has a moose in his locker room... there weren't too many people who could be responsible.
DIXON: Whoah, whoah, whoah... we didn't put a ladle in anyone's ass, don't point fingers in our direction.
SHANK: Well, actually...
Page sighs and shakes his head, taking a few steps casually around his office and glancing around. He opens a drawer here, lifts a cushion there, generally scoping out his office. He makes his way behind his desk, looking at the trio.
CCP: I can only assume this means you're all here to try and get one over on me, correct?
SHANK: You know what happens when you assume?
RAVEN: You make an ass out of 'u'.
Page shrugs his shoulders, still staring them down.
CCP: I don't buy it. You're not paying me some innocent visit. There's something going down... what? Midgets? A Donkey Show? Laxative in my food?
DIXON: Nah, man... we hired Barker to tell you you're in charge. He'll be back from Maui next week and your ass is no better than me!
CCP: First off, I am better than you and tonight I'll prove it. Second off, I have a contract. This isn't a joke, boys, you're looking at your new boss!
Page sits slowly in his leather desk chair, a smug grin on his face as he stares at the trio. However, as he relaxes a loud noise blasts from his seat.
FLLLLLLLLLLLLRRRRRRPPPPPPPPPPPTTTTTTTT!!!
Raven, Shank and Dixon all leap up from their seats, looks of feigned disgust on their faces as they look at Page disapprovingly.
SHANK: FOR SHAME!
Page's eyes open wide, and he feels around the seat of his chair for a moment before producing a pink, rubber whoopee cushion.
RAVEN: Gotcha, bitch!
CCP: Really? That was it? A god damned whoopee cushion?
DIXON: I wouldn't say that's it... but it's definitely the funnier part.
CCP: What else did you fuckers do?
RAVEN: Think about it Chronic... what could we do that would affect who you are on a physical, mental and emotional level? Huh, Chronic? What could we take that's a part of you? Any ideas Chronic? What would be the biggest blow at a cellular and chemical level, if you don't mind me asking Chron-
SHANK: James, I think he get's that you took his week.
Page leaps up from his chair, opening his desk drawer and seeing his prized possession missing. He slams the drawer shut, fuming as he turns to the trio once more.
CCP: Where is it?
RAVEN: My guess is somewhere between a toilet and the Atlantic.
SHANK: Want a hint? It's that toilet.
Shank points at the bathroom door, and Page's face grows an even brighter red.
CCP: You flushed my shit!?!?
RAVEN: Well, yeah... but only as a favor. We didn't want you to get busted when the DEA came by.
CCP: The DEA? The DEA doesn't fuck with people for smoking marijuana, you dick!
DIXON: True, but they were more concerned with the thing we told them about you slinging heroin to middle schoolers. It's not a good look, Chris, you might want to find a different client base or some-
CCP: SHUT THE FUCK UP!
Page stares at the three men, all of whom are now silent, and he takes deep breaths while gritting his teeth and trying to slow his heart rate.
CCP: Adam may have been willing to sit here and let you guys run amok, but I'm not... this juvenile bull shit ends here and now, even if I have to end it myself. Consider this a message; for every one of these little stunts you pull, I'll come back at you twice as powerfully. For the headache you've caused tonight, Andre is going to pay the price... Andre! You and I in the main event! It's now a NO HOLD BARRED MATCH!
Theres a massive pop inside the arena, and Shank and Raven look slowly at each other.
SHANK: I'm fine with that.
RAVEN: Me too. Do you think there are any popsicles at the catering table?
Together the two of them stand up and make their way out of the office, Dixon staring at them in horror and chasing them out into the hallway.
DIXON: Man, fuck you guys!
James drops his voice to a barely audible whisper as he shuts the office door behind him.
RAVEN: Shut up. Of course we care, Aunt Jemimah, we just can't let him know that yet... the main event I going to be one hell of an eye opener for him. You ready?
Dixon nods slowly.
Fade back to ringside.
MATCH 7:
MASTERS OF THE MAT QUALIFYING MATCH
JASON MUDD vs DANTE ANGLAIS (c)
Diamond: We're set for allegedly our next match, however, apparently Jason Mudd hasn't been seen all day. What's going to happen here.
Masters: The following contest is a MASTERS OF THE MAT QUALIFYING MATCH!
"Are You Ready?" By In Case Of Fire begins to play, bringing boo's from the crowd.
Paul Frost: Introducing first, about to make his way to the ring, representing GENESIS... He is One Half of the WGWF TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS, DANTE ANGLAIS!
The lights down as the intro of Are You Ready? By In Case Of Fire begins to build up, the lights die down and three spotlights slowly drift from the bottom of the entrance ramp all the way to the top as the vocals kick in and the arena becomes a blur of red flashing lights. Dante steps out from behind the curtain and stands atop the entrance ramp for a moment or two. He closes his eyes as he can literally smell the anticipation amongst the fans before he heads down the entrance ramp and towards the ring with an arrogant, yet purposeful, spring in his step. He slowly climbs the ring steps before climbing between the ropes, stepping into the ring. He spins around, looking out at the crowd before ascending the turnbuckle and pointing at himself for a few moments before dropping his arms to his sides, an arrogant smirk upon his face. He jumps down from the turnbuckle and uses the ropes to stretch, eagerly awaiting the sound of the bell.
Rotten: Dante looks eager to put that loud mouthed Jason Mudd in his rightful place.
Paul Frost: And his opponent...
Scream Aim Fire - Bullet for My Valentine hits the speakers turning the boo's into a huge pop!
Paul Frost: About to make his way to the ring, JASON MUDD!
Our attention is drawn towards the ramp way where we anticipate Jason Mudd appearance.
Diamond: Um... Where's he at?
Rotten: He's SCARED! Jason Mudd is scared shitless!
Paul Frost: His opponent, JASON MUDD!!!!
The crowd eagerly awaits for Jason, but no one has emerged from the locker room area. The music fades away... suddenly appearing on the Jumbo Tron is none other than CHRONIC CHRIS PAGE! The crowd boo's loudly at the image of CCP. He's standing in front of a Monday Night Brawl backdrop...
CCP: Hi Dante... remember me?
CCP chuckles as he diverts back to earlier in the evening...
CCP: Rumor has it that Jason Mudd has had some sort of "travel issues."
The crowd boo's louder as Chris continues.
CCP: Apparently, he can't make it to St. Petersberg... Now, remember back when I told you that if you joined with me I would take care of you, I would catapult you to the top of this federation?
Dante nods his head with approval.
CCP: This is the start...
CCP looks in the direction of the referee.
CCP: Since Ranma isn't here to consult with me, as we're SUPPOSE to do, I guess I have to make a executive decision then don't I? Referee, should Jason Mudd NOT show up by the count of 10, he will forfeit this match and in the process Dante Anglais will advance into the Masters of the Mat Tournament!
The crowd explodes with boo's directed towards Dante and CCP! The referee has no choice.
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The referee signals for the bell.
DING....DING...DING....
CCP: YOUR WINNER VIA FORFEIT, DANTE ANGLAIS!
Dante acts as if he's just went through a war, he wipes sweat from his head that's nonexistent, he takes deep breaths as if he's blown up as the referee raises his arm in the air.
CCP: Hardest 10 grand you've ever made, eh Dante?
The crowd roars with boo's as CCP disappears from the Jumbo Tron and the scene fades backstage..
NICK RYAN MINGLING... MORE
Cameras cut to the catering area where Nick Ryan and wrestling legend Centurion are sitting down. Both men are sipping from their respective coffee cups. On the label of the cup the words SAOTOME COFFEE BLEND appear. These two guys are chatting like the old friends they are as the cameras fade back to the ring.