Post by WRONG CCP ACCT on Jun 13, 2011 18:14:03 GMT -5
CCP'S PARTNER REVEALED...
The scene fades in from commerical with Denise Essex standing beside Chris Page. The crowd boo's insanely as Denise begins to speak.
Essex: Joining me now is none other than Chronic Chris Page...
Denise turns towards Chris.
Essex: Earlier today we all witnessed you arriving to the building via limo, it was also there that you where talking to someone in the limo it self. Is your partner here tonight?
CCP: My partner.... Yea, he's here as promised.
Essex: Would you mind telling us who is going to team with you in the first ever Tag Team Hell in a Cell match at Masters of the Mat?
A smile graces CCP's face as he answers...
CCP: Now, if I did that where would the fun be?
The crowd suddenly explodes as ANDRE DIXON explodes on to the screen where he and CCP begin to trade some serious right hands! Denise screams as she quickly heads for higher ground as these two men go at it... SMACK!.... Dixon is drilled from behind with a vicious chair shot to the back sending him to the floor. A figure, dressed in all black, wearing a mask which reads "MR. WRESTLING #4" is shown. The masked figure joins CCP...
CCP: I told you Andre, I got my partner.... where the hell is yours!
CCP kicks Dixon square in the face before reaching down, picking Andre up off the floor.
CCP: You got nothin'...
CCP takes Andre by the head, he sends Andre head first through a vending machine! Glass shatters, hitting the floor...
CCP: See you in Toronto... Dawg...
The crowd boo's as the scene fades to ringside.
MATCH 4:
JASON BLACK vs HUNTER RYAN
The referee calls for the bell as this one is underway. Black circles Hunter for a moment when out of nowhere SPEAR!!!!! Hunter just hit the spear on Black. Hunter goes for the cover.
ONE....
TWO.....
THREE....
Derrick Diamond: And this one is over quicker than it started.
Donald Masters: Your winner by Pinfall HUNTER RYAN!!!!
Hunter doesn't leave the ring immediately. Instead he walks over to the announcer and grabs a microphone. Black is beginning to stir when Hunter walks over to him. Hunter lifts the mic to his mouth.
Hunter Ryan: Hey Famine I know you are back there. Watch this.....
Just as Black makes it to his feet Hunter charges with a huge Spear almost breaking Jason Black in half.
Diamond: I don't think I've ever seen this intensity out of Hunter Ryan before! Has Famine of the Vile crossed the line.
FROST DRAMA...
Fans boo as cameras now show the locker room door of Paul Frost…separated for tonight from the Initiave locker room.
Rotten “Well in just a few moments that Canadian bastard will get his from Famine after he assaulted my….”
Diamond “That’s enough Flash….Paul made a mistake…and he called to apologize and I accepted. It was a heat of the moment thing and besides I shouldn’t be playing tug of war with a man just seven days away from perhaps anther World’s Title run. Paul there are no hard feelings here.”
Rotten “Well I still hate him”
GAMBINO/DANTE CONFRONTATION
The Generals of Destruction are seen seated in the backstage area, talking amongst themselves. When the tag team champions, RJ Palmer and Dante Anglais walk down the hallway. Bigg Rigg stops laughing and joking with his stable mates, and jumps to his feet. His facial expressions quickly changing from happiness to fury.
John Gambino: What the hell are YOU doing here? Don't the scrubs have to change on the other side of the building?
Dante Anglais: What the hell is your problem Gambino? I was just walking through the hallway, how is that any of your concern?
John Gambino: How is it any of my concern!?
John looks back at his Generals of Destruction brethren, grinning.
John Gambino: You hear that? He wants to know how it is any of my concern. Ha-ha-friggin'-HA!
Famine of the Vile: Come-on John, he is in Genesis and they are our allies. Let's keep our minds on our enemies.
John Gambino: Don't worry, it's cool brotha!
John turns around and struts toward Dante.
John Gambino: Get the hell out of here, before I kick your ass now instead of waiting for later tonight to do it.
Dante drops his tag team belt on the floor and lifts his arms doing a “bring it on” taunt.
Dante Anglais: You want some, come get some.
John drops his IC title on the floor beside Dante's tag title.
John Gambino: YOU LITTLE RAT BASTARD!
Palmer grabs Dante to hold him back, as Famine and Dominic jump up to grab Bigg Rigg to hold him back. Dean and Stone insert themselves in between Rigg and Dante, forming a barrier between the two men.
John Gambino: LET ME THE HELL GO! I AM GONNA RIP THAT SON OF A BITCH APART!
Dante Anglais: LET HIM GO, WE WILL SEE WHO GETS RIPPED APART!
John Gambino: IT WILL BE YOU, MAKE NO FRIGGIN' MISTAKE ABOUT IT ASSHOLE!
Palmer pulls Dante in the opposite direction, as Rigg still struggles to break free.
Famine of the Vile: I thought you said it was cool.
John Gambino: It would have been cool, had you guys allowed me to kill that little prick.
Famine smiles, patting Rigg on the back.
Famine of the Vile: Don't worry big man, you'll get your hands on him tonight, in the ring.
John Gambino: I know and I am going to do everyone in this company a big favor. I am going to shut that little bastard up and I am going to hurt him very, very badly in the process.
NATHAN LUCAS/JAMES RAVEN CONFRONTATION...
The camera opens up backstage, inside of a locker room deep in the heart of the United Center. We see James Raven sitting on a bench in the corner, dressed in his ring attire despite not having a match tonight. Around him are Jason Mudd, Andre Dixon, and the Big Shank.
RAVEN: Man, this is some serious bull shit!
DIXON: I know. All of us out of this tournament before we even get to the Final Four? Damn, James… it was supposed to be you and me in the finals!
MUDD: Yeah, true story; you guys suck.
James rolls his eyes and hurls a water bottle at Mudd who dodges it easily, an antagonizing grin on his face.
RAVEN: I wouldn’t talk, Mr. One-and-Done.
The grin fades from Jason’s face and is quickly replaced by a frustrated glare.
MUDD: You’re an asshole. I didn’t even get to wrestle a match in this tournament. Fuckin’ Genesis…
DIXON: I wrestled a match, and it was freakin’ fantastic! I beat Chris Page in the middle of the ring, with the whole world watching. How’s that for “fuck Genesis”?
RAVEN: I beat Dean James… my match was better. I also beat RJ Palmer, if we want to be honest about things.
SHANK: Oh yeah? Then how come you’re sitting on the bench with us trying to figure out how you’re going to be booked at the pay per view?
Dixon stifles a chuckle, turning around to hide his grin. Jason is not as polite, outright laughing in Raven’s face. James arches his eyebrow and turns to Shank in equal parts annoyance and amusement.
RAVEN: Yo, who even invited you? Shouldn’t you be golfing, or eating dinner at four o’clock, or driving twenty miles per hour with all the other retired fucks?
SHANK: Don’t forget boring younger folks with stories about my youth. I remember one time I-
Shank stops as the other three men immediately fall to the floor, their eyes closed and mouths open as they emit loud snoring sounds.
SHANK: Fuck you guys.
MUDD: I think I hurt my knee when I fell.
SHANK: It was pretty impressive commitment.
MUDD: Thanks, it’s what I do.
Mudd, Dixon and Raven climb back to their feet but Shank still has a serious look on his face.
SHANK: Seriously, though. What are you going to do for Masters of the Mat, James? You’ve got Nathan Lucas taking the slot that for all intents and purposes should be yours, and CCP pretty much cock-blocked us from cashing in the Tag Title rematch… what options do you have?
DIXON: Damn, homie… you sure know how to rain on a parade.
SHANK: Meh, I just want to see if I can make Raven cry.
RAVEN: First off; suck a dick. Second; you have a point. I honestly don’t know, and I’m pissed about it. I beat RJ Palmer, everyone here knows that he was dead to rights…
MUDD: At least he’s out of the tournament, right? It didn’t get him anywhere.
RAVEN: Sure, he’s out, but now I have to watch Nathan Lucas prance around like he’s actually proven something by beating a depleted field. He didn’t beat the most dangerous person in the tournament, no one did, and now he’s got an asterisk next to his name from now on…
There’s a loud crash that causes all four men in the locker room to turn around suddenly. In the doorway to the locker room we see Nathan Lucas standing, his face red and his Television title slung casually over my shoulder.
LUCAS: Why don’t you try coming over here and saying that to my face?
Without hesitation, James stands up and makes his way over to Nathan with a grin on his face, clearly enjoying being under the young rookies skin.
RAVEN: Say what? That you being in the tournament finals is a sham? That you can’t beat me, and you’re lucky as hell that you didn’t have to try? That there’s a bigger asterisk next to Master of the Mat than there is next to the all-time Home Run record? Did you want me to say all of that to your face?
Nathan shoves Raven angrily, and James quickly shoves him back but the two are quickly broken up by Mudd and Dixon who grab Raven’s arms and pull him back, away from the champion. Shank sits idly by, watching the confrontation.
SHANK: Stop being pussies. Let them fight…
A light bulb goes off above Ravens head, and he grins from ear to ear, nodding in Shanks general direction.
RAVEN: You know what? That’s not a terrible idea.
LUCAS: Are you kidding me? I just beat the hell out of the guy that beat you, and somehow that gives you the right to demand some kind of bootleg rematch? It’s over, James! MOVE ON!
RAVEN: It’s fine, I get it… why risk something important in a match that you know you can’t win?
Nathan stops dead with a stunned look on his face as he stares down the former Tag Team Champion.
LUCAS: Can’t win? Did you really just tell me that I can’t win? Asshole, I’ve won 13 matches in a row as of tonight! I’m the most dominant champion in the entire fucking company! I can’t win? I can’t lose!
RAVEN: Prove it.
LUCAS: Fuck you.
RAVEN: Prove it. The way I see it, you have two options; dodge me and listen to everyone in the company tell you for the rest of your career that your run was tainted, because you took the easy way out… or you can beat me, and know that no one can say shit because you truly beat the entire field to claim your title shot. Which one sounds better to you?
Nathan is silent for a minute, staring at Raven for a long moment before sliding his eyes from Dixon, to Shank, to Mudd. Everyone anxiously awaits an answer, and finally the Television Champion puffs up his chest and takes a step towards Raven.
LUCAS: I can beat anyone; I can beat all four of you!
RAVEN: That’s not necessary. It’s just me you need to worry about…
LUCAS: Fine! Let’s make it happen.
Nathan turns on his heel and storms out of the locker room. Mudd gasps in surprise as he pats Raven on the back.
MUDD: I can’t believe that worked.
SHANK: Just don’t lose again. You only get so many chances before you have to admit you suck.
Raven takes the jab in stride and nods his head. Slowly, he leaves the locker room to follow Nathan. The camera zooms in on Andre Dixon, who watches his partner leave.
DIXON: Shit just got real.
CONNOR DEMPSEY, KEVIN JEWERT, AND ?
Backstage, Kevin Jewert and Conner Dempsey are seen chatting about the Battle Royal match in the Main Event. The crowd shows some respect for the two with a small pop.
Their attention is suddenly moved to someone approaching them off camera. The crowd explodes when former World Champion, Hunter Ryan, greets them.
Jewert: Hunter, how the hell are you?
Hunter: Kevin, it's been a while since. Good to see you around these parts.
Hunter turns to Conner and shakes his hand.
Hunter: Conner Dempsey, the boy wonder who continues to kick ass around here. You two had a helluva win last week! Impressed a lot of people. Not sure if you both realize just how much people are paying attention to you two.
Jewert: Appreciate the kind words, Hunt. From you it means a lot.
Conner: Thanks, Hunter. But honestly, we weren't just gonna let GODS run around here destroying people at will. You should know exactly what we're all about what with the wars you've had with Genesis.
Hunter: Indeed. I actually have a reason for bumping into you two. Need to run something by you both.
Hunter has a t-shirt in his hand. He holds it up in front of Conner and Jewert.
Hunter: With Nick gone and leaving the reigns of the Initiative in my hands, I want to do something with this family he never could. I want to bring in superstars, young and old, who deserve a shot at greatness...and give it to them.
He hands the t-shirt to Jewert.
Hunter: Kevin, I've had you in mind for this for a long time, now. Years, even. I want you to take this as an open invitation to join us. You've earned your stripes in this business and definitely earned my respect. If you want it - welcome aboard.
Jewert takes the t-shirt and looks up at Hunter with a huge smile on his face.
Jewert: Abso-fuckin-lutely!
He slides on the t-shirt and shakes Hunter's hand. Hunter then turns to Conner with another t-shirt in his hand.
Hunter: Conner, you have shown huge signs of everything the Initiative stand for. This t-shirt is reserved for you - when you're ready. You're almost there, kid. Show me just a bit more and I promise you I'll show you what greatness deserves.
With that, Hunter turns and walks off camera as we cut back to the Owners Office...
RANMA SAOTOME AND DENISE....
The sound of whistling backstage. Dressed head to toe in custom Canali, one half of the ownership makes his way into the arena, headed towards his office. There is more then a smattering of applause for RANMA SAOTOME, who holds a briefcase in one hand and casually sips a cup of coffee in the other. As he nears the door, DENISE ESSEX, hopes to try her luck for the second week in a row as she hustles towards the co-owner.
Denise: Mr. Saotome, if I might have a word.
Ranma stops his pursuit of his office entry and he turns to study the vivacious young reporter.
Ranma: You can have a word...lose twenty more pounds and the highlights first.
Denise frowns. She shakes off the comment and raises the mic, ready to try again, before she can, Ranma cuts her off.
Ranma: I'm only kidding...ten will suffice. And the highlights definitely have to go, what is this '97? Look, I've got a lot on my plate tonight to be honest with you. I barely even had a chance to park my vehicle before I got a call stating that Page is once again refusing to clear things with me regarding either singles or TAG team action in this case and he's apparently booked himself and a partner to face ANDRE DIXON and his rumored partner, who I have quite the history with...
Denise: Meaning?
Ranma: I've got to get my bookie on the phone to place a solid bet on Dixon's team. Granted that kid has dropped the ball more times then Nick Ryan's retired, but either way, if it's true, there's safe money on Team Dixon.
Denise: Any idea who Page will be teaming with?
Ranma: Smart money and sound decision making would have Axel "The Shark" holding the tag rope seeing as we're starting to make waves with that key demographic, but honestly...it really doesn't matter, he and I are going to have a little chat about this crap continuing. Fine, the company saw moderate success under your ownership...you also sold the same main event or some bastardized machination of it for months on end, things are going to change and we're not going to be cutting corners anymore. We're in fact going to smart trimming the fat.
Ranma pauses, setting his briefcase down. He fishes his keys out of his interior suit jacket pocket and he places them in the door, unlocking it. After pocketing the keys, he turns back to Denise.
Ranma: We're going to pander to key investors, smart advertising, sound match booking and not ego stroking...speaking of smart advertising, what I have in my hand is a key example of such...you see, one of the key reasons I'm here in to continue to line my own back pockets with green and I recently signed documentation to see the return to television of celebrated "Twin Peaks" great, Kyle Maclachlan in the form of a commercial spot for SAOTOME brand coffee...BOLD, for the everyman. As a matter of fact, let's check it out...
Back to Denise and Ranma, Saotome has a grin from ear to ear. Denise seems pleased.
Denise: That was great!
Ranma: Would you expect anything else from...
Ranma looks over Denise's shoulder and he steps past her. The camera rotates quickly and sees the co-owner standing face to face with another very familiar face from his past. JAMES RAVEN is in full focus of the camera. He says nothing.
Ranma: I heard...not only did I hear, I saw.
Ranma holds his free arm out to the side.
Ranma: Consider your match tonight with Nathan Lucas, offiical!
The crowd roars as we fade to commerical...
JASON MUDD INTERVIEW...
The scene cuts to backstage where Jason Mudd is seen with Denise Essex. The crowd gives a huge pop for The WGWF's Premier Asshole, one of the men inside the main event that many consider having the best chance to walk away with the shot at Bigg Rigg and the Intercontinental championship. Jason Mudd gives a cocky grin to the cheers, hearing the crowd from all the way in the backstage area.
Denise Essex: Jason Mudd, tonight you are in your first main event here in the WGWF. How does it feel? Are you nervous?
Jason Mudd: Nervous? Do I look nervous? Does Jason Mudd get nervous? Ha! You can't be a good interviewer on just good looks alone... you need the QUESTIONS. And that is a piss-poor one. NO! I'm not nervous. If anything, I'm EXCITED and impatient! And how does it feel to be in my first main event? Easy. I feel that it took way, WAY to long to get here.
Denise Essex: After your win last week against Zach Rizza and the boost it has given you, many are considering you on a roll and a top contender to walk away the winner of the Battle Royal tonight.
Jason Mudd: Really? Then they are giving Zach Rizza WAY too much credit. I mean, I AM going to walk away tonight with the shot at Bigg Rigg and MY Intercontinental championship. Gambino just doesn't know it's mine, YET. As for my match against Zach Rizza being my boost? Everyone has opinions, just like they have ass holes. Thing is, not everyone should share theres. Know what I mean?
Denise Essex: That's disgusting...
Jason Mudd: And so is the thought that Zach Rizza gave me a boost, or ANYTHING for that matter, to help my momentum going into the main event tonight. Zach Rizza is... mediocre, at best. The only reason the match lasted as long as it did against him is the fact his brain cell count is so low he is capable of taking an UNBELIEVBLE amount of punishment and continue to keep coming for more. Don't get me wrong, I am NOT saying that Rizza is tough. I'm saying he's too stupid to process pain like most people.
Denise Essex chokes back laughter. Jason Mudd looks at her with a dead serious gaze in his eyes. She fights the laughter, looking worried that she has somehow offended Jason Mudd. After a few seconds, Jason Mudd cuts a grin.
Jason Mudd: Yeah, I know. It's hilarious. Fact is, Zach Rizza is in this match too and I'm looking forward to it. The guy's big enough, everyone's going to focus on him. Leaves more room for me to do what I need to do.
Denise Essex: And what's that?
Jason Mudd: Haven't you been paying attention? Win, Peaches. What I need to do is win.
Denise Essex: ... And what are your thoughts on Genesis getting involved tonight? Do you think they could make a move and lower your chances of winning?
Jason Mudd: IT wouldn't surprise me, but to be honest... why would they? It's just Kenny and Alyssa that's in the match. Who gives a damn about them? As far as Chris Page is concerned, all of his time and efforts are probably going toward Palmer and Dante. They are his meal ticket to not being crippled and left a reject in this industry. Alyssa and Kenny are bringing nothing to the table for Genesis except just being there. I don't see Genesis getting involved unless it's early on. And if it is, there will be enough people in that ring tonight that hates Genesis to where the numbers won't play a favor for them this time.
Denise Essex: What about Dean James and his affiliation with G.O.D.S.?
Jason Mudd: Like I said earlier this week, Dean James is a hungry man right now and desperate to prove himself. He knows G.O.D.S getting involved would do nothing more than taint his name already further than it is. I don't think he'll take the pussy way out. He'll fight with everything he has until I put his ass outside that ring and take my contact and shot at the Intercontinental championship at Master of the Mats.
Denise Essex: Speaking of Masters of the Mat, if you win tonight and obtain your shot at Bigg Rigg...
Jason Mudd laughs, cutting Denise Essex off.
Jason Mudd: What about Bigg Rigg? The guy right now, in my opinion, is in the largest cluster fuck of his life. He has the intercontinental championship, he is in the semi-finals of the Master of the Mat tournament, and after the dick move of back stabbing the Initiative... no one really has any liking or trust for the guy. People may be calling that 'success', but the fact of the matter is John Gambino is barely getting by on cruise control. Hell, the man hasn't even defended the Intercontinental championship in close to TWO months. Plus, John Gambino has a huge ass bulls-eye on that chrome dome of his. And with the man being pulled in every single direction, including loose, his focus has to be out of whack and at Masters of the Mat, I plan on using that to my utmost advantage.
Denise Essex: You have to get the title shot first...
Jason Mudd: Really? If that's all I have to do... well, you can already consider it done.
Jason Mudd grins and walks away from Denise Essex, bleeding confidence. Camera focuses on Essex for a few more seconds before the feed cuts back to ring side.
MATCH 5:
SINGLES ACTION
FAMINE OF THE VILE vs PAUL FROST
Donald Masters: The following tag team contest is scheduled for one fall with a twenty minute time limit. Introducing first he weighs in tonight at 307 pounds, he stands at six feet and nine inches…he hails from Los Angeles, California. He is a WGWF HALL OF FAME MEMBER and is the LEADER OF GENERALS OF DESTRUCTION….FAMINE OF THE VILE!!!!!!!
This Fire by Killswitch Engage begins to play as Famine makes his way out from backstage. As he comes out of the back and onto the top of the ramp, fireworks go off to his left and his right. The Windy City greets Famine with vile & wicked boo’s of their own.
Diamond “Your damn straight…listen to this crowd Flash…they are making sure the Demon King understands that actions against a TERMINALY ILL woman have serious consequents.”
Rotten “Your right Derrick after making Hunter Ryan beg like the dog he truly is…CCP rewards Famine with a squash job against the WGWF ‘s resident homophobic number one contender.”
He stops for a moment and then starts walking down the ramp and toward the ring with purpose. As the music continues, he makes it to the edge of the ring and jumps up as more fireworks explode from each turnbuckle. He gets in the ring and looks at the crowd for a moment before grabbing the top rope to pull it as he warms up and gets ready for his opponent as the lights come back on.
Donald Master’s: And now introducing his opponent…he weighs in tonight at 225 pounds, he stands at six feet and 2 inches…..he hails from Toronto, Ontario Canada. Representing the INITIAVE…he is the current NUMBER ONE CONTENDER FOR THE WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT TITLE…”PERFECTION”…..PAUL FROST!!!!!!
The arena is black & the crowd roars with excitement as the titiantron reads P-E-R-F-E-C-T-I-O-N as Downstait’s “I ‘am Perfection” rips across the sound system. With blue & white lights flashing around, the shower of blue sparks falls from the rafters as fans await the arrival of Paul Frost with more of a mixed reaction than before.
Diamond “Well there is no DOUBT in anyone’s minds that Paul Frost is more enjoyed by these fans but his latest actions…well like them or not they certainly have tainted his quote on quote “nice guy” image.”
After a few moments of waiting out steps Frost into a spot light. He grins before raising his arms in the air as a shower of blue sparking rains down from the rafters. After one or so moments Paul lowers his arms the shower stops. Frost slowly heads towards the ring before leaping onto the ring apron and staring out back to the ramp getting a good look at his video before entering the ring. The spotlight follows Frost towards the turnbuckle and with the same pose on stage Frost looks around grinning as the arena lights come back on…
Donald Masters: and now introducing your SPEICAL GUEST REFEREE….HUNTER RYAN!!!!!
The Chicago crowd pop’s louder for the referee than the wrestler’s in the ring as “What I’ve done” by Linkin Park once again floods the sound system as Hunter steps out on stage now dressed in referee attire as he makes his way towards the ring his eyes locked with that of Famine.
Rotten “This just isn’t fair Derrick…this is now a two on one handi cap match…the Initiave verses one member of G.O.D.S…sure its Famine but two on one is still two on one even if it’s with the dam…WATCH OUT!!!”
Fans pop as cameras move away from Hunter & show Paul Frost getting the jump on Famine with a few elbows to the back of Vile’s skull. Backing him into the ropes Paul hammers away with a few stiff uppercut forearms as he tries for a quick Irish whip but Famine reverses and sends Paul towards the corner but Frost uses the middle rope as he uses his foot and in mid move turns around and deck’s the charging Vile one with a nasty high knee to his jaw…cover…Hunter slides into the ring….ONE…TW…Famine is up. The bell is finally rung as Paul continues to stomp away on the GOD’s leader, with each successful foot stomp Frost shouts “ONE”…”TWO”...”THREE”…”BYE BYE CAMDEN”. Frost raises his arms in the air as he leans up against the ropes as we can clearly hear a fan shout “YOU’RE A HOMAPHOBE” This stops Paul dead in his tracks as he gets caught up in the moment and shouts back “ AT LEAST I’M NOT A HOMO”
Rotten “YES…HE DID IT AGAIN…WHAT A MORON”
After cooling down this hot crowd Frost mouths “FUCK ME’ as he turns around straight into a sickening fist via Famine who is back to a vertical base. Famine holds Paul’s head with his left arm and drives his right forearm into the face. Famine repeats the process enough times as Paul finds himself sent into the ropes and then driven hard into the mat with a wicked Belly to Belly overhead suplex cover…O…N….E…..T….W….O…T…Paul kicks out!!!! The fans pop for Hunter as he mouth’s “Sorry I’m new at this”, instead of getting upset Famine mouths back “ You better learn fast…for his case”. Frost picks himself back up with the Vile one following him, and yet Paul unloads on him with a series of rapid forearm shots to the face. Famine’s knocked off balance, and the focused Frost turns back in to the ropes, runs back at Famine who fights back with a ferocious falling clothesline. Both men hit the deck with the crowd cheering, but they don’t stay down for long. They get up as quickly as they can with Paul still feeling the effects of the clothesline. This allows Famine to take control as he grabs Frost with two hands, lifting him up in to a double handed choke lift. There’s panic on the face of Frost as he’s lifted up in to the air, and Hunter too is showing concern with Vile comfortably holding him up in the air. Hunter begins to scream at Famine beginning his five count and at the count of four Vile then throws him forward and down to the mat. Famine walks past Hunter and says “He’s more of a bitch than your wife was last week.”
Frost is feeling the pain as he writhes around on the mat, but he’s tough and tries to make it back up to his feet. Famine is not getting complacent for a second, not smiling at all as he looks down at Paul as he sends Frost into the ropes and follows it up with nasty close line sending Paul up & over the ropes to the floor below. Hunter’s pleas to keep it in the ring fall on deaf ears as Vile leaves the ring and pulls Frost back up from his knee and fires him back first in to the security wall, and Frost lets out a shriek of pain before falling down to the floor. The Vile one doesn’t stop there, pulling him right back up and whipping him in to the apron. Paul slides down the apron to the arena floor looking in sheer pain, but there’s still no emotion on the face of the determined “Demon King” as his cold stare just glares towards Hunter inside the ring.
Diamond “We all know what Famine wants hear Flash….he wants Hunter to lose all control and face him right now and I for one can’t blame him.”
Rotten “But we all know Mr. Goody…Goody won’t “lose” it Derrick and he’ll do his job and watch as anther “friend” gets laid to waste via the Vile one…even if that is the number one contender.”
Hunter pleads for Famine to get back into the ring and “face” him, fans pop as Vile sports a sinister grin as he looks to climb back into the ring but Paul Frost strikes out of nowhere as he grabs Famine’s left foot and pulls it down causing Famine to fall face first on the lip of the ring apron. Frost keeps the pressure on as he spins Famine around and then rams him spine first into the steel ring post. Paul repeats the process one more time before grabbing a hand full of hair and then slamming Famine face first on the steel steps. Fans cheer a little louder as Paul leans up against the rail for a quick breather as Famine tries to stand straight only to run into a hard upper cut forearm via Frost as he looks to send Famine into the ropes but Vile puts on the breaks and reverses as Frost is sent into the steps….no…Paul leaps up and lands on the steps as he turns around and lands a modified cross body block off the steel steps as he rolls over the body of the Vile one. Now Frost is pumped up as he begins to stomp away one more time at the mid section of Famine before Vile finds himself sent into the ringside mats with a quick snap suplex via Frost.
Rotten “I COUNT….TWENTY DERRICK…Hunter Ryan should be up to twenty in the count at this time…the match should be over.”
Diamond “Like he said before Flash…Hunter is new at this and my give a little more leeway than most “seasoned” officials.”
Frost forces Famine back into the ring, where he stomps all over him relentlessly. The intense Frost steps back but keep his eyes locked on the squirming Famine of the Vile, who uses the ropes to help him get back up. Frost goes right after him, grabbing his arm and trying for an Irish whip. It’s a mistake as Famine reverses it, and then runs out at Paul as he bounces off the ropes, and nails him with a clothesline. Paul’s neck bounces off the canvas as Famine takes control landing a few close rights before Frost is lifted high into the air and dropped on his gut with a gorilla body press!!! However Frost is not staying down for long. Also Famine’s not waiting around and turns back in to the ropes, charges back at Frost who stands up briefly, only to get sent down courtesy of a DIVING SHOULDER TACKLE!!!!!
Rotten “ I think I found the Bears a NEW defensive tackle…did you SEE THAT…a bone rattling hit and now…COVER….COVER….ONE…..TWO….”
Diamond “FROST KICKS OUT…Paul Frost kicks out of a fair cover via the guest ref.”
Vile & Hunter have a quick stare down with Hunter shooting two fingers as Famine reaches down and pulls Paul back up, nailing him with a succession of uppercut thrusts, forcing him on to his back foot. With Frost off balance, Vile grabs his arm and whips him in to the ropes, but as “Perfection” comes back off the ropes, Famine ducks his head, giving Paul the chance to kick him square in the head. Famine’s head snaps back up, and Frost takes full advantage as he shifts behind the monster and drags Famine’s arm under his arm. Frost then drops to one knee and pulls Famine’s back down on to his outstretched knee with an INVERTED HEADLOCK BACKBREAKER. . . . . Vile hits the deck and Frost looks to seize the moment as he hooks one leg and tries to get the pin. . . .ONE…TWO…TH…Vile rolls the shoulder up Both men make their way back up, and as Famine turns to face Frost, as he walks right in to a PERFECT STANDING DROPKICK!. . . . . Paul scurries across the mat and hooks Famine’s legs with the ref rushing across to count the fall . . . . .ONE…TWO…TH…AGAIN Vile kicks out!!!!!!!
Diamond “Kick out after kick out…both these men with so much to gain with a victory here tonight heading into the Master’s of the Mat.”
Both men reach their feet and a slugfest ensues at first Paul has the advantage but soon after Vile uses his size and begins to fire away at “Perfection”. Hard rights find there mark as Paul is fired hard in to the corner and Frost’s back is sent crashing in to the pads. Vile charges at him and drives his shoulder in to Frost’s midsection. Paul slouches forward, but Vile is not done there. He thrusts his shoulder into Paul’s stomach again, and then backs out of the corner with Frost staggering out. Fans boo as Vile scoops him up on to his shoulder and turns round, and then runs across the ring and plants “Perfection” with a RUNNING POWERSLAM!!...ONE….TWO…THRE…Frost kicks out!!!! Famine keeps the pressure on like is is unaffected at the near fall as he doesn’t give him a chance to get up, dragging him right back up and whipping him in to the ropes. Famine walks out and keeps his eyes on Paul as he comes back towards him, and the champion plants him with a SPINNING SIDE SLAM!!. . . . . Frost back is driven in to the mat and Vile wastes no time in making a cover. . . ONE….TWO…THRE…NO FROST kicks out…AGAIN!!!!!!
Rotten “Such one sided officiating here Derrick…it must be all Frost’s fault. Let’s not forget Paul will call the finals of the Master of the Matt Monday as well as competing in the main event…it just makes me sick. Plus he’s probably taught Hunter how to count…”
Famine is up to his feet as he & Hunter again stare the other down with Vile screaming “NEXT TIME ITS THREE…OR ELSE” And then Famine runs his finger across his neck before turning back and stomping a hole in the gut of a fallen Paul Frost. Taking him back up Paul’s face is rammed into the corner before stumbling out straight into a back body drop via Famine. Vile stands up and points to another corner as Paul is brought up to his feet as Vile shouts “TIME TO JOIN NICK” The fans do not believe their eyes as Paul explodes with a series of vicious forearm shots to the back, sending Vile back to the mat with Frost now stomping all over his opponent until he then drops to the mat and begins to stalk Famine as he wriggles around with Frost now psyching himself up for the “Frost Bite”. He has a real look of determination on his face as he urges Vile up, and slowly the monster starts to rise back up to his feet. And as he makes it up and turns round, Frost leaps up in to the air for the FROST BITE . . . . . Famine is able to push him off though as Paul is sent full force in to the ropes, and as he comes back and Vile drives his huge boot right down his opponent’s face!!!!!!.
Rotten “ HA…HA…HA…all that work for NOTHING…Vile had the move scouted all along…that’s why he’s a leader and Frost is NOT.”
With Frost falling in a heap, it gives Famine the chance to take a short breather before he begins to size Frost up, raising his right hand in the air, indicating a chokeslam could be near. Frost makes it back up despite looking very uneasy on his feet, and as he turns round to face the monster, Famine grabs him around the throat for a CHOKESLAM. . . . . Another mixed reception meets it, but as Vile lifts Frost up in to the air, Paul manages to turn around in the air and slide down Famine’s back. He drives his knee in to the spine of the Gods leader and quickly plants him with REVERSE DDT. . . . . Both men remain down for several seconds before Frost reaches out an arm and places it across Vile’s chest for the cover attempt. . .ONE…TWO….THRE…VILE KICKS OUT!!!!!!!
Diamond “NO WAY…FAMINE OF THE VILE STAYS ALIVE AND THIS CROWD IS LOVING IT.”
Even the referee Hunter Ryan can’t believe it as Vile begins to move much to the shock & frustration of Frost. He sits up and holds his head in his hands. Paul stands up with purpose, keeping his eyes on Vile as he back pedals in to the opposite corner with evil intentions.
Diamond “Someone might just lose his head here Flash.”
Rotten “STOP HIM HUNTER…STOP HIM”
The fans think they know what’s coming and POP. Frost is raring to go, holding on to the top rope at each side, Frost watches as Vile gets up on to all fours, giving him the green light to charge across the ring and he swings his boot at Vile’s head for the PUNT!!!. . . . . but Vile sees him coming and ducks his head. He stands up and runs in to the ropes as Frost is forced to put the brakes on. “Perfection” turns round as quickly as he can with Vile coming back off the ropes to take him down with a SPEAR!!!. . . . . BUT NO! FROST STEPS TO THE SIDE AND FAMINE SPEARS THE REFEREE…HUNTER RYAN IS DOWN!!!!!!!
Diamond “NO”
Famine looks pissed off as Frost tries to attend to his fallen teammate as Paul signals for some help but just as Frost turns around BAM…Famine of the Vile turns Paul inside out with a close line for the ages!!!!! Vile walks over to Hunter shouting “YOU STUPID…FUCK…I’M GONG TO END YOU COME MONDAY” and with that Vile kicks Hunter in his back of his head.
Diamond “THAT WAS UNCALLED FOR.”
Rotten “Please Hunter is sleeping on the job he needs the wakeup call…lazy bum. BUT WE NEED ANTHER REFEREE PLEASE!!!!”
Famine makes his way back towards the body of Paul Frost as he is lifted up and dropped with a nasty spike DDT via Famine as he goes for the cover….ONE….TWO….THREE….FOUR…FIVE….There is still no ref. Vile stands up and shout for an official who finally is shown running down to the ring but as Famine turns around…BAM…. Frost throws a right at the monster, but it’s wild and Vile ducks it. He then grabs Frost arm and whips him hard in to the corner. The back of Frost hits the pads hard, and he looks in pain as he staggers out a couple of steps as Vile follows in, grabs him by the throat very quickly, lifts him in to the air and sends him crashing down to earth with his NAIL IN THE COFFIN . . . . . Frost is not moving as he lies across the mat, not that far away from the ropes as Vile hooks the nearest leg with the referee making the count. . . .
ONE . . . . .
TWO. . . . .
. . . . .
FOOT ON THE ROPE!
Diamond “ YES”
Rotten “ NO”
The Chicago crowd is buzzing as Vile stares down in disbelief as Paul tries to roll over as Famine gets to his feet as he face changes of shock to anger as he turns towards the referee. Without warning Vile attacks the second official with right hands before kicking him in the gut and then throwing the ref up and over the top rope and to the floor below with such a thud.
Diamond “What a disgusting act that was….WIAT…FROST BITE….FROST BITE…THE FROST BITE OUT OF NOWHERE!!!!!”
The crowd is roaring with cheers after a wicked, sudden and heart stopping Frost Bit via Paul Frost. Cameras show the one official lying on ringside floor, showing Vile/Frost & the guest official Hunter all out cold in the ring and the fans chanting “REFEREE…..REFEREE…..REFEREE”
Rotten “They can chant all they want because there is no…REFEREE?”
Fans cheer as a third official runs into the ring as Paul throws over an arm over the motionless body of Famine
ONE…….
TWO……
THREE….NO….THE REF STOPPED COUNTING?
Diamond “WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?”
Rotten “I have no clue but I like it.”
The fans cheers turn into boos as the “new” ref stares now Frost with a smile on his face, Frost screams “COUNT” but the ref shakes his head no as he stands up and turns around and pulls off his shirt reveling a bright pink shirt that reads “Jocelyn Camden is my HERO” As the ref turns around we all read the front “BECAUSE I’M GAY” This garners a pop from the fans as Frost reaches his feet almost zoned out as he gets right in the ref’s face. This is heated as the ref grins shouting “YOU CAN’T DO A DAM…” Fans pop as Paul drops him with a FROST BITE!!!!!!!
Diamond “Well we all knew how that was going to end…but will this match ever end?”
Frost is beside himself in the ring as he runs his hands down his face, Famine comes up behind him blasting him with the NAIL IN THE COFFIN! Hunter is shown rolling back into the ring, the crowd roars as he measures Famine... the crowd explodes as Hunter SPEARS FAMINE! Hunter puts Frost arm on top of Vile's chest!
HUNTER: ONE....... TWO....... THREE!!!
DING....DING...DING....
Masters: The winner of the match... PAUL FROST!
Rotten: Frost can THANK Hunter Ryan! This decision should be reversed, Frost should be Disqualified, and above all else he should be forced to watch GAY MALE PORN for his comments!
DIXON HUNTS FOR CCP!
The crowd roars as Andre Dixon is shown dressed in street clothes as he's walking towards the loading dock. He stops dead in his tracks as we see "MR. WRESTLING 111" standing at the exit to the loading dock it self. A voice coming from behind Dixon is heard.
Voice: Hey!
Dixon turns around catching a kick to the groin by CCP! But before CCP can take advantage we here...
Voice: HEY!
CCP takes off, running towards "MR. WRESTLING 111". CCP reaches the loading dock, joining his partner. A gloved hand is shown reaching down, taking Andre by the hand, helping him get to his feet. The camera angle switches to a back profile shot of both Dixon and this mystery man.
Dixon: WE'LL SEE YO PUNK ASSES IN DA CELL! BITCH!
CCP looks intently at Dixon's parnter as the scene fades back to ringside....
TERRY FUCKING BORDEN!
The United Center EXPLODES as "Real American" by Rick Derringer rocks the speakers!
Diamond: LISTEN TO THIS OVATION!
Masters: Ladies and Gentleman, please welcome the "REAL AMERICAN" TERRY BORDEN!
The ovation intenseifies as Terry Borden steps out from behind the curtain. Red, White, and Blue pyro begins to explode above the ring and entrance ramp! Borden, who's dressed in black boots, some jeans, with a yellow and red "AMERICANMANIACS" tank top with matching bandanna.
Rotten: Seriously... he get's pyro now?
Diamond: Leave Borden alone, he's the Real American for Christs sake!
Borden cups his hand to his ear at the top of the ramp. The crowd explodes, a loud burst above the Jumbo Tron can be heard, as it is, a HUGE American Flag drops from the rafters covering the Tron. Borden struts towards the ring.
Rotten: Why is he even here? He's the LAST person ANYONE wants to see.
Diamond: I can't tell my the ovation he's getting tonight, in Chicago!
Borden reaches ringside, he walks up the steel steps to the ring apron, he looks around the Sold Out United Center, the crowd continues to explode for Borden as he enters the ring where Donald Masters hands him the microphone. The music slowly fades away leaving nothing but a solid "BORDEN, BORDEN, BORDEN" chant bellowing out from all over the United Center!
Diamond: Say what you will about this man, but these fans LOVE him.
Rotten: They LOVE who he's ripping off, not him!
Borden raises the microphone...
Borden: You guys are AMAZING!
The chant breaks into a loud ovation as Terry continues.
Borden: Ya know brothers, earlier this week I made a announcement that I would be in Chicago tonight, but I didn't express why I was going to be here... You see, I've been in this business for YEARS dudes, I've had some ups and I've had some downs. Last year, I came to the WGWF in a time period where the roster was very thin. I, alongside guys like Chris Page, Seth Stevens, Mikel Batarini, Dean James, and select others where in the process of rebuilding the WGWF...
Borden pauses for a brief second before continuing.
Borden: Fast forward nearly a year later, the company stands firm as one of the premire organizations on the market today!
The crowd caters to the cheep pop as Borden continues.
Borden: Which is why I've come to Chicago tonight, to announce my retirement from Pro Wrestling.
The crowd is shocked at the announcement, to the point some boo's are heard as Terry continues.
Borden: It wasn't a easy decision to make, and I want each and everyone of my AMERICANMANIACS to know that...
The lights in the arena go out as Closer by Nine Inch Nails plays over the PA system, strobe lights begin to flash and the entry way fills with smoke. Five scantly clad females emerge from the back moving and grinding to the music. Mic Ferrari steps through the smoke wearing one of his signature Brioni suits. He pauses at the top of the ramp as the strobe lights stop and the house lights come back on.
Diamond: Is that who I think it is?
Rotten: Yes it is. Thank god.
Diamond: Why are you thanking god?
Rotten: Now I don’t have to listen to that idiot Borden talk anymore
Diamond: I am sure the “Real American” will not stand for his ring time being interrupted
Rotten: I am sure Ferrari won’t care.
Mic Follows the girls down to ringside and ascends the stairs in front of them. He holds the ropes for the girls as each one seductively enters the ring. The girls dance and move about grinding on each other and causing parents to cover the eyes of their children. Mic walks to the edge of the ring and is handed a microphone. He walks back to the middle of the ring as his music fades.
Ferrari: Hello Chicago!
The crowd greats him with a huge pop
Ferrari: It has been a long time since I have been in this city and I got to say. I haven’t missed it one bit.
The crowd roars into boos
Ferrari: I mean with the exception of your pizza, there isn’t one redeeming quality about this god forsaken place.
Ferrari laughs to himself as litter begins to make its way into the ring.
Ferrari: Hey! Hey! Hey! What’s with all the hostility? I mean I know for a fact that I am the reason all of you used your unemployment money to buy your tickets and come here tonight. I mean who else could you have possibly paid to see.
Mic turns around and looks to see Terry Borden standing there with his hands on his hips with a look of disgust on his face.
Ferrari: Oh! Yeah! Terry Borden. I am sorry; forgot you were here. Of course so did the rest of this audience the moment my music came on. Why are you still standing here? Didn’t you just retire?
Borden: Well actually…
Ferrari: That’s great.
Ferrari walks up to Borden and gets right in his face
Ferrari: Nobody cares that you are retiring. We all heard you say the word, no get out of my ring. Nobody cares about a loser when they leave, they are all just happy that they are gone.
The crowd rips into a chant "BORDEN! BORDEN! BORDEN! BORDEN!"
Borden: Sounds to me like the fans care brother.
Ferrari: Congratulations, Chicago loves you. Yet then again it is fitting that they chant your name considering their love affair with losers. I mean Chicago has a long history of losers. The Cubs haven’t won a World Series since George Washington was in office. Do we even need to talk about the Bears? It has been 25 years since that team was relevant. The White Sox won a World Series but no one in this town even roots for them and do you know why?
Ferrari pauses
Ferrari: Because they are winners and lets face it, without Michael Jordan the Bulls will probably never win another Championship either. So yeah Terry congratulations on this monumental moment in your career, finding the one city on the planet that worships losers.
The crowd roars into a chant which causes the censors to go crazy @$** YOU! @$** YOU! @$** YOU! @$** YOU!
Ferrari: Thank you Chicago for proving my point and booing the only winner in this building
Ferrari walks back over to where Borden is standing
Ferrari: What have you even accomplished here? Have you even won a Championship here?
Borden: As a matter of fact…
Ferrari: Shut up. They were rhetorical questions idiot. Losers don’t get retirement ceremonies. Their names just fade into the history pages with the rest of their meaningless accomplishments. Unless you have won the World Championship you truly haven’t accomplished a damn thing. I am a former World Champion, I have headlined PPV's and sold out arenas across the globe, all you have done is waste peoples time and money. Thankfully that is something that the fans wont have to put up with anymore.
Borden lowers his microphone and shoots Mic an evil glare. Ferrari walks over to the far corner and laughs to himself as he looks out at the booing crowd, he turns back around and sees that Borden is still in the ring.
Ferrari: That was your clue to leave my ring. Why are you still here?
The crowd explodes as Borden nails Mic with a right hand, he follows it up with a second, and then a third which knocks Mic back into the ropes. The crowd roars as Borden shoots Mic across the ring with a Irish Whip, Borden throws up the Big Boot but mic latches on to the top rope before sling shooting himself out to the floor under the bottom rope... Borden rips his shirt off his chest as "REAL AMERICAN" hits the speakers once again! Borden throws the shirt into Mic's face as he mouths MASTERS OF THE MAT! as we fade to commercial...
The scene fades in from commerical with Denise Essex standing beside Chris Page. The crowd boo's insanely as Denise begins to speak.
Essex: Joining me now is none other than Chronic Chris Page...
Denise turns towards Chris.
Essex: Earlier today we all witnessed you arriving to the building via limo, it was also there that you where talking to someone in the limo it self. Is your partner here tonight?
CCP: My partner.... Yea, he's here as promised.
Essex: Would you mind telling us who is going to team with you in the first ever Tag Team Hell in a Cell match at Masters of the Mat?
A smile graces CCP's face as he answers...
CCP: Now, if I did that where would the fun be?
The crowd suddenly explodes as ANDRE DIXON explodes on to the screen where he and CCP begin to trade some serious right hands! Denise screams as she quickly heads for higher ground as these two men go at it... SMACK!.... Dixon is drilled from behind with a vicious chair shot to the back sending him to the floor. A figure, dressed in all black, wearing a mask which reads "MR. WRESTLING #4" is shown. The masked figure joins CCP...
CCP: I told you Andre, I got my partner.... where the hell is yours!
CCP kicks Dixon square in the face before reaching down, picking Andre up off the floor.
CCP: You got nothin'...
CCP takes Andre by the head, he sends Andre head first through a vending machine! Glass shatters, hitting the floor...
CCP: See you in Toronto... Dawg...
The crowd boo's as the scene fades to ringside.
MATCH 4:
JASON BLACK vs HUNTER RYAN
The referee calls for the bell as this one is underway. Black circles Hunter for a moment when out of nowhere SPEAR!!!!! Hunter just hit the spear on Black. Hunter goes for the cover.
ONE....
TWO.....
THREE....
Derrick Diamond: And this one is over quicker than it started.
Donald Masters: Your winner by Pinfall HUNTER RYAN!!!!
Hunter doesn't leave the ring immediately. Instead he walks over to the announcer and grabs a microphone. Black is beginning to stir when Hunter walks over to him. Hunter lifts the mic to his mouth.
Hunter Ryan: Hey Famine I know you are back there. Watch this.....
Just as Black makes it to his feet Hunter charges with a huge Spear almost breaking Jason Black in half.
Diamond: I don't think I've ever seen this intensity out of Hunter Ryan before! Has Famine of the Vile crossed the line.
FROST DRAMA...
Fans boo as cameras now show the locker room door of Paul Frost…separated for tonight from the Initiave locker room.
Rotten “Well in just a few moments that Canadian bastard will get his from Famine after he assaulted my….”
Diamond “That’s enough Flash….Paul made a mistake…and he called to apologize and I accepted. It was a heat of the moment thing and besides I shouldn’t be playing tug of war with a man just seven days away from perhaps anther World’s Title run. Paul there are no hard feelings here.”
Rotten “Well I still hate him”
GAMBINO/DANTE CONFRONTATION
The Generals of Destruction are seen seated in the backstage area, talking amongst themselves. When the tag team champions, RJ Palmer and Dante Anglais walk down the hallway. Bigg Rigg stops laughing and joking with his stable mates, and jumps to his feet. His facial expressions quickly changing from happiness to fury.
John Gambino: What the hell are YOU doing here? Don't the scrubs have to change on the other side of the building?
Dante Anglais: What the hell is your problem Gambino? I was just walking through the hallway, how is that any of your concern?
John Gambino: How is it any of my concern!?
John looks back at his Generals of Destruction brethren, grinning.
John Gambino: You hear that? He wants to know how it is any of my concern. Ha-ha-friggin'-HA!
Famine of the Vile: Come-on John, he is in Genesis and they are our allies. Let's keep our minds on our enemies.
John Gambino: Don't worry, it's cool brotha!
John turns around and struts toward Dante.
John Gambino: Get the hell out of here, before I kick your ass now instead of waiting for later tonight to do it.
Dante drops his tag team belt on the floor and lifts his arms doing a “bring it on” taunt.
Dante Anglais: You want some, come get some.
John drops his IC title on the floor beside Dante's tag title.
John Gambino: YOU LITTLE RAT BASTARD!
Palmer grabs Dante to hold him back, as Famine and Dominic jump up to grab Bigg Rigg to hold him back. Dean and Stone insert themselves in between Rigg and Dante, forming a barrier between the two men.
John Gambino: LET ME THE HELL GO! I AM GONNA RIP THAT SON OF A BITCH APART!
Dante Anglais: LET HIM GO, WE WILL SEE WHO GETS RIPPED APART!
John Gambino: IT WILL BE YOU, MAKE NO FRIGGIN' MISTAKE ABOUT IT ASSHOLE!
Palmer pulls Dante in the opposite direction, as Rigg still struggles to break free.
Famine of the Vile: I thought you said it was cool.
John Gambino: It would have been cool, had you guys allowed me to kill that little prick.
Famine smiles, patting Rigg on the back.
Famine of the Vile: Don't worry big man, you'll get your hands on him tonight, in the ring.
John Gambino: I know and I am going to do everyone in this company a big favor. I am going to shut that little bastard up and I am going to hurt him very, very badly in the process.
NATHAN LUCAS/JAMES RAVEN CONFRONTATION...
The camera opens up backstage, inside of a locker room deep in the heart of the United Center. We see James Raven sitting on a bench in the corner, dressed in his ring attire despite not having a match tonight. Around him are Jason Mudd, Andre Dixon, and the Big Shank.
RAVEN: Man, this is some serious bull shit!
DIXON: I know. All of us out of this tournament before we even get to the Final Four? Damn, James… it was supposed to be you and me in the finals!
MUDD: Yeah, true story; you guys suck.
James rolls his eyes and hurls a water bottle at Mudd who dodges it easily, an antagonizing grin on his face.
RAVEN: I wouldn’t talk, Mr. One-and-Done.
The grin fades from Jason’s face and is quickly replaced by a frustrated glare.
MUDD: You’re an asshole. I didn’t even get to wrestle a match in this tournament. Fuckin’ Genesis…
DIXON: I wrestled a match, and it was freakin’ fantastic! I beat Chris Page in the middle of the ring, with the whole world watching. How’s that for “fuck Genesis”?
RAVEN: I beat Dean James… my match was better. I also beat RJ Palmer, if we want to be honest about things.
SHANK: Oh yeah? Then how come you’re sitting on the bench with us trying to figure out how you’re going to be booked at the pay per view?
Dixon stifles a chuckle, turning around to hide his grin. Jason is not as polite, outright laughing in Raven’s face. James arches his eyebrow and turns to Shank in equal parts annoyance and amusement.
RAVEN: Yo, who even invited you? Shouldn’t you be golfing, or eating dinner at four o’clock, or driving twenty miles per hour with all the other retired fucks?
SHANK: Don’t forget boring younger folks with stories about my youth. I remember one time I-
Shank stops as the other three men immediately fall to the floor, their eyes closed and mouths open as they emit loud snoring sounds.
SHANK: Fuck you guys.
MUDD: I think I hurt my knee when I fell.
SHANK: It was pretty impressive commitment.
MUDD: Thanks, it’s what I do.
Mudd, Dixon and Raven climb back to their feet but Shank still has a serious look on his face.
SHANK: Seriously, though. What are you going to do for Masters of the Mat, James? You’ve got Nathan Lucas taking the slot that for all intents and purposes should be yours, and CCP pretty much cock-blocked us from cashing in the Tag Title rematch… what options do you have?
DIXON: Damn, homie… you sure know how to rain on a parade.
SHANK: Meh, I just want to see if I can make Raven cry.
RAVEN: First off; suck a dick. Second; you have a point. I honestly don’t know, and I’m pissed about it. I beat RJ Palmer, everyone here knows that he was dead to rights…
MUDD: At least he’s out of the tournament, right? It didn’t get him anywhere.
RAVEN: Sure, he’s out, but now I have to watch Nathan Lucas prance around like he’s actually proven something by beating a depleted field. He didn’t beat the most dangerous person in the tournament, no one did, and now he’s got an asterisk next to his name from now on…
There’s a loud crash that causes all four men in the locker room to turn around suddenly. In the doorway to the locker room we see Nathan Lucas standing, his face red and his Television title slung casually over my shoulder.
LUCAS: Why don’t you try coming over here and saying that to my face?
Without hesitation, James stands up and makes his way over to Nathan with a grin on his face, clearly enjoying being under the young rookies skin.
RAVEN: Say what? That you being in the tournament finals is a sham? That you can’t beat me, and you’re lucky as hell that you didn’t have to try? That there’s a bigger asterisk next to Master of the Mat than there is next to the all-time Home Run record? Did you want me to say all of that to your face?
Nathan shoves Raven angrily, and James quickly shoves him back but the two are quickly broken up by Mudd and Dixon who grab Raven’s arms and pull him back, away from the champion. Shank sits idly by, watching the confrontation.
SHANK: Stop being pussies. Let them fight…
A light bulb goes off above Ravens head, and he grins from ear to ear, nodding in Shanks general direction.
RAVEN: You know what? That’s not a terrible idea.
LUCAS: Are you kidding me? I just beat the hell out of the guy that beat you, and somehow that gives you the right to demand some kind of bootleg rematch? It’s over, James! MOVE ON!
RAVEN: It’s fine, I get it… why risk something important in a match that you know you can’t win?
Nathan stops dead with a stunned look on his face as he stares down the former Tag Team Champion.
LUCAS: Can’t win? Did you really just tell me that I can’t win? Asshole, I’ve won 13 matches in a row as of tonight! I’m the most dominant champion in the entire fucking company! I can’t win? I can’t lose!
RAVEN: Prove it.
LUCAS: Fuck you.
RAVEN: Prove it. The way I see it, you have two options; dodge me and listen to everyone in the company tell you for the rest of your career that your run was tainted, because you took the easy way out… or you can beat me, and know that no one can say shit because you truly beat the entire field to claim your title shot. Which one sounds better to you?
Nathan is silent for a minute, staring at Raven for a long moment before sliding his eyes from Dixon, to Shank, to Mudd. Everyone anxiously awaits an answer, and finally the Television Champion puffs up his chest and takes a step towards Raven.
LUCAS: I can beat anyone; I can beat all four of you!
RAVEN: That’s not necessary. It’s just me you need to worry about…
LUCAS: Fine! Let’s make it happen.
Nathan turns on his heel and storms out of the locker room. Mudd gasps in surprise as he pats Raven on the back.
MUDD: I can’t believe that worked.
SHANK: Just don’t lose again. You only get so many chances before you have to admit you suck.
Raven takes the jab in stride and nods his head. Slowly, he leaves the locker room to follow Nathan. The camera zooms in on Andre Dixon, who watches his partner leave.
DIXON: Shit just got real.
CONNOR DEMPSEY, KEVIN JEWERT, AND ?
Backstage, Kevin Jewert and Conner Dempsey are seen chatting about the Battle Royal match in the Main Event. The crowd shows some respect for the two with a small pop.
Their attention is suddenly moved to someone approaching them off camera. The crowd explodes when former World Champion, Hunter Ryan, greets them.
Jewert: Hunter, how the hell are you?
Hunter: Kevin, it's been a while since. Good to see you around these parts.
Hunter turns to Conner and shakes his hand.
Hunter: Conner Dempsey, the boy wonder who continues to kick ass around here. You two had a helluva win last week! Impressed a lot of people. Not sure if you both realize just how much people are paying attention to you two.
Jewert: Appreciate the kind words, Hunt. From you it means a lot.
Conner: Thanks, Hunter. But honestly, we weren't just gonna let GODS run around here destroying people at will. You should know exactly what we're all about what with the wars you've had with Genesis.
Hunter: Indeed. I actually have a reason for bumping into you two. Need to run something by you both.
Hunter has a t-shirt in his hand. He holds it up in front of Conner and Jewert.
Hunter: With Nick gone and leaving the reigns of the Initiative in my hands, I want to do something with this family he never could. I want to bring in superstars, young and old, who deserve a shot at greatness...and give it to them.
He hands the t-shirt to Jewert.
Hunter: Kevin, I've had you in mind for this for a long time, now. Years, even. I want you to take this as an open invitation to join us. You've earned your stripes in this business and definitely earned my respect. If you want it - welcome aboard.
Jewert takes the t-shirt and looks up at Hunter with a huge smile on his face.
Jewert: Abso-fuckin-lutely!
He slides on the t-shirt and shakes Hunter's hand. Hunter then turns to Conner with another t-shirt in his hand.
Hunter: Conner, you have shown huge signs of everything the Initiative stand for. This t-shirt is reserved for you - when you're ready. You're almost there, kid. Show me just a bit more and I promise you I'll show you what greatness deserves.
With that, Hunter turns and walks off camera as we cut back to the Owners Office...
RANMA SAOTOME AND DENISE....
The sound of whistling backstage. Dressed head to toe in custom Canali, one half of the ownership makes his way into the arena, headed towards his office. There is more then a smattering of applause for RANMA SAOTOME, who holds a briefcase in one hand and casually sips a cup of coffee in the other. As he nears the door, DENISE ESSEX, hopes to try her luck for the second week in a row as she hustles towards the co-owner.
Denise: Mr. Saotome, if I might have a word.
Ranma stops his pursuit of his office entry and he turns to study the vivacious young reporter.
Ranma: You can have a word...lose twenty more pounds and the highlights first.
Denise frowns. She shakes off the comment and raises the mic, ready to try again, before she can, Ranma cuts her off.
Ranma: I'm only kidding...ten will suffice. And the highlights definitely have to go, what is this '97? Look, I've got a lot on my plate tonight to be honest with you. I barely even had a chance to park my vehicle before I got a call stating that Page is once again refusing to clear things with me regarding either singles or TAG team action in this case and he's apparently booked himself and a partner to face ANDRE DIXON and his rumored partner, who I have quite the history with...
Denise: Meaning?
Ranma: I've got to get my bookie on the phone to place a solid bet on Dixon's team. Granted that kid has dropped the ball more times then Nick Ryan's retired, but either way, if it's true, there's safe money on Team Dixon.
Denise: Any idea who Page will be teaming with?
Ranma: Smart money and sound decision making would have Axel "The Shark" holding the tag rope seeing as we're starting to make waves with that key demographic, but honestly...it really doesn't matter, he and I are going to have a little chat about this crap continuing. Fine, the company saw moderate success under your ownership...you also sold the same main event or some bastardized machination of it for months on end, things are going to change and we're not going to be cutting corners anymore. We're in fact going to smart trimming the fat.
Ranma pauses, setting his briefcase down. He fishes his keys out of his interior suit jacket pocket and he places them in the door, unlocking it. After pocketing the keys, he turns back to Denise.
Ranma: We're going to pander to key investors, smart advertising, sound match booking and not ego stroking...speaking of smart advertising, what I have in my hand is a key example of such...you see, one of the key reasons I'm here in to continue to line my own back pockets with green and I recently signed documentation to see the return to television of celebrated "Twin Peaks" great, Kyle Maclachlan in the form of a commercial spot for SAOTOME brand coffee...BOLD, for the everyman. As a matter of fact, let's check it out...
Back to Denise and Ranma, Saotome has a grin from ear to ear. Denise seems pleased.
Denise: That was great!
Ranma: Would you expect anything else from...
Ranma looks over Denise's shoulder and he steps past her. The camera rotates quickly and sees the co-owner standing face to face with another very familiar face from his past. JAMES RAVEN is in full focus of the camera. He says nothing.
Ranma: I heard...not only did I hear, I saw.
Ranma holds his free arm out to the side.
Ranma: Consider your match tonight with Nathan Lucas, offiical!
The crowd roars as we fade to commerical...
JASON MUDD INTERVIEW...
The scene cuts to backstage where Jason Mudd is seen with Denise Essex. The crowd gives a huge pop for The WGWF's Premier Asshole, one of the men inside the main event that many consider having the best chance to walk away with the shot at Bigg Rigg and the Intercontinental championship. Jason Mudd gives a cocky grin to the cheers, hearing the crowd from all the way in the backstage area.
Denise Essex: Jason Mudd, tonight you are in your first main event here in the WGWF. How does it feel? Are you nervous?
Jason Mudd: Nervous? Do I look nervous? Does Jason Mudd get nervous? Ha! You can't be a good interviewer on just good looks alone... you need the QUESTIONS. And that is a piss-poor one. NO! I'm not nervous. If anything, I'm EXCITED and impatient! And how does it feel to be in my first main event? Easy. I feel that it took way, WAY to long to get here.
Denise Essex: After your win last week against Zach Rizza and the boost it has given you, many are considering you on a roll and a top contender to walk away the winner of the Battle Royal tonight.
Jason Mudd: Really? Then they are giving Zach Rizza WAY too much credit. I mean, I AM going to walk away tonight with the shot at Bigg Rigg and MY Intercontinental championship. Gambino just doesn't know it's mine, YET. As for my match against Zach Rizza being my boost? Everyone has opinions, just like they have ass holes. Thing is, not everyone should share theres. Know what I mean?
Denise Essex: That's disgusting...
Jason Mudd: And so is the thought that Zach Rizza gave me a boost, or ANYTHING for that matter, to help my momentum going into the main event tonight. Zach Rizza is... mediocre, at best. The only reason the match lasted as long as it did against him is the fact his brain cell count is so low he is capable of taking an UNBELIEVBLE amount of punishment and continue to keep coming for more. Don't get me wrong, I am NOT saying that Rizza is tough. I'm saying he's too stupid to process pain like most people.
Denise Essex chokes back laughter. Jason Mudd looks at her with a dead serious gaze in his eyes. She fights the laughter, looking worried that she has somehow offended Jason Mudd. After a few seconds, Jason Mudd cuts a grin.
Jason Mudd: Yeah, I know. It's hilarious. Fact is, Zach Rizza is in this match too and I'm looking forward to it. The guy's big enough, everyone's going to focus on him. Leaves more room for me to do what I need to do.
Denise Essex: And what's that?
Jason Mudd: Haven't you been paying attention? Win, Peaches. What I need to do is win.
Denise Essex: ... And what are your thoughts on Genesis getting involved tonight? Do you think they could make a move and lower your chances of winning?
Jason Mudd: IT wouldn't surprise me, but to be honest... why would they? It's just Kenny and Alyssa that's in the match. Who gives a damn about them? As far as Chris Page is concerned, all of his time and efforts are probably going toward Palmer and Dante. They are his meal ticket to not being crippled and left a reject in this industry. Alyssa and Kenny are bringing nothing to the table for Genesis except just being there. I don't see Genesis getting involved unless it's early on. And if it is, there will be enough people in that ring tonight that hates Genesis to where the numbers won't play a favor for them this time.
Denise Essex: What about Dean James and his affiliation with G.O.D.S.?
Jason Mudd: Like I said earlier this week, Dean James is a hungry man right now and desperate to prove himself. He knows G.O.D.S getting involved would do nothing more than taint his name already further than it is. I don't think he'll take the pussy way out. He'll fight with everything he has until I put his ass outside that ring and take my contact and shot at the Intercontinental championship at Master of the Mats.
Denise Essex: Speaking of Masters of the Mat, if you win tonight and obtain your shot at Bigg Rigg...
Jason Mudd laughs, cutting Denise Essex off.
Jason Mudd: What about Bigg Rigg? The guy right now, in my opinion, is in the largest cluster fuck of his life. He has the intercontinental championship, he is in the semi-finals of the Master of the Mat tournament, and after the dick move of back stabbing the Initiative... no one really has any liking or trust for the guy. People may be calling that 'success', but the fact of the matter is John Gambino is barely getting by on cruise control. Hell, the man hasn't even defended the Intercontinental championship in close to TWO months. Plus, John Gambino has a huge ass bulls-eye on that chrome dome of his. And with the man being pulled in every single direction, including loose, his focus has to be out of whack and at Masters of the Mat, I plan on using that to my utmost advantage.
Denise Essex: You have to get the title shot first...
Jason Mudd: Really? If that's all I have to do... well, you can already consider it done.
Jason Mudd grins and walks away from Denise Essex, bleeding confidence. Camera focuses on Essex for a few more seconds before the feed cuts back to ring side.
MATCH 5:
SINGLES ACTION
FAMINE OF THE VILE vs PAUL FROST
Donald Masters: The following tag team contest is scheduled for one fall with a twenty minute time limit. Introducing first he weighs in tonight at 307 pounds, he stands at six feet and nine inches…he hails from Los Angeles, California. He is a WGWF HALL OF FAME MEMBER and is the LEADER OF GENERALS OF DESTRUCTION….FAMINE OF THE VILE!!!!!!!
This Fire by Killswitch Engage begins to play as Famine makes his way out from backstage. As he comes out of the back and onto the top of the ramp, fireworks go off to his left and his right. The Windy City greets Famine with vile & wicked boo’s of their own.
Diamond “Your damn straight…listen to this crowd Flash…they are making sure the Demon King understands that actions against a TERMINALY ILL woman have serious consequents.”
Rotten “Your right Derrick after making Hunter Ryan beg like the dog he truly is…CCP rewards Famine with a squash job against the WGWF ‘s resident homophobic number one contender.”
He stops for a moment and then starts walking down the ramp and toward the ring with purpose. As the music continues, he makes it to the edge of the ring and jumps up as more fireworks explode from each turnbuckle. He gets in the ring and looks at the crowd for a moment before grabbing the top rope to pull it as he warms up and gets ready for his opponent as the lights come back on.
Donald Master’s: And now introducing his opponent…he weighs in tonight at 225 pounds, he stands at six feet and 2 inches…..he hails from Toronto, Ontario Canada. Representing the INITIAVE…he is the current NUMBER ONE CONTENDER FOR THE WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT TITLE…”PERFECTION”…..PAUL FROST!!!!!!
The arena is black & the crowd roars with excitement as the titiantron reads P-E-R-F-E-C-T-I-O-N as Downstait’s “I ‘am Perfection” rips across the sound system. With blue & white lights flashing around, the shower of blue sparks falls from the rafters as fans await the arrival of Paul Frost with more of a mixed reaction than before.
Diamond “Well there is no DOUBT in anyone’s minds that Paul Frost is more enjoyed by these fans but his latest actions…well like them or not they certainly have tainted his quote on quote “nice guy” image.”
After a few moments of waiting out steps Frost into a spot light. He grins before raising his arms in the air as a shower of blue sparking rains down from the rafters. After one or so moments Paul lowers his arms the shower stops. Frost slowly heads towards the ring before leaping onto the ring apron and staring out back to the ramp getting a good look at his video before entering the ring. The spotlight follows Frost towards the turnbuckle and with the same pose on stage Frost looks around grinning as the arena lights come back on…
Donald Masters: and now introducing your SPEICAL GUEST REFEREE….HUNTER RYAN!!!!!
The Chicago crowd pop’s louder for the referee than the wrestler’s in the ring as “What I’ve done” by Linkin Park once again floods the sound system as Hunter steps out on stage now dressed in referee attire as he makes his way towards the ring his eyes locked with that of Famine.
Rotten “This just isn’t fair Derrick…this is now a two on one handi cap match…the Initiave verses one member of G.O.D.S…sure its Famine but two on one is still two on one even if it’s with the dam…WATCH OUT!!!”
Fans pop as cameras move away from Hunter & show Paul Frost getting the jump on Famine with a few elbows to the back of Vile’s skull. Backing him into the ropes Paul hammers away with a few stiff uppercut forearms as he tries for a quick Irish whip but Famine reverses and sends Paul towards the corner but Frost uses the middle rope as he uses his foot and in mid move turns around and deck’s the charging Vile one with a nasty high knee to his jaw…cover…Hunter slides into the ring….ONE…TW…Famine is up. The bell is finally rung as Paul continues to stomp away on the GOD’s leader, with each successful foot stomp Frost shouts “ONE”…”TWO”...”THREE”…”BYE BYE CAMDEN”. Frost raises his arms in the air as he leans up against the ropes as we can clearly hear a fan shout “YOU’RE A HOMAPHOBE” This stops Paul dead in his tracks as he gets caught up in the moment and shouts back “ AT LEAST I’M NOT A HOMO”
Rotten “YES…HE DID IT AGAIN…WHAT A MORON”
After cooling down this hot crowd Frost mouths “FUCK ME’ as he turns around straight into a sickening fist via Famine who is back to a vertical base. Famine holds Paul’s head with his left arm and drives his right forearm into the face. Famine repeats the process enough times as Paul finds himself sent into the ropes and then driven hard into the mat with a wicked Belly to Belly overhead suplex cover…O…N….E…..T….W….O…T…Paul kicks out!!!! The fans pop for Hunter as he mouth’s “Sorry I’m new at this”, instead of getting upset Famine mouths back “ You better learn fast…for his case”. Frost picks himself back up with the Vile one following him, and yet Paul unloads on him with a series of rapid forearm shots to the face. Famine’s knocked off balance, and the focused Frost turns back in to the ropes, runs back at Famine who fights back with a ferocious falling clothesline. Both men hit the deck with the crowd cheering, but they don’t stay down for long. They get up as quickly as they can with Paul still feeling the effects of the clothesline. This allows Famine to take control as he grabs Frost with two hands, lifting him up in to a double handed choke lift. There’s panic on the face of Frost as he’s lifted up in to the air, and Hunter too is showing concern with Vile comfortably holding him up in the air. Hunter begins to scream at Famine beginning his five count and at the count of four Vile then throws him forward and down to the mat. Famine walks past Hunter and says “He’s more of a bitch than your wife was last week.”
Frost is feeling the pain as he writhes around on the mat, but he’s tough and tries to make it back up to his feet. Famine is not getting complacent for a second, not smiling at all as he looks down at Paul as he sends Frost into the ropes and follows it up with nasty close line sending Paul up & over the ropes to the floor below. Hunter’s pleas to keep it in the ring fall on deaf ears as Vile leaves the ring and pulls Frost back up from his knee and fires him back first in to the security wall, and Frost lets out a shriek of pain before falling down to the floor. The Vile one doesn’t stop there, pulling him right back up and whipping him in to the apron. Paul slides down the apron to the arena floor looking in sheer pain, but there’s still no emotion on the face of the determined “Demon King” as his cold stare just glares towards Hunter inside the ring.
Diamond “We all know what Famine wants hear Flash….he wants Hunter to lose all control and face him right now and I for one can’t blame him.”
Rotten “But we all know Mr. Goody…Goody won’t “lose” it Derrick and he’ll do his job and watch as anther “friend” gets laid to waste via the Vile one…even if that is the number one contender.”
Hunter pleads for Famine to get back into the ring and “face” him, fans pop as Vile sports a sinister grin as he looks to climb back into the ring but Paul Frost strikes out of nowhere as he grabs Famine’s left foot and pulls it down causing Famine to fall face first on the lip of the ring apron. Frost keeps the pressure on as he spins Famine around and then rams him spine first into the steel ring post. Paul repeats the process one more time before grabbing a hand full of hair and then slamming Famine face first on the steel steps. Fans cheer a little louder as Paul leans up against the rail for a quick breather as Famine tries to stand straight only to run into a hard upper cut forearm via Frost as he looks to send Famine into the ropes but Vile puts on the breaks and reverses as Frost is sent into the steps….no…Paul leaps up and lands on the steps as he turns around and lands a modified cross body block off the steel steps as he rolls over the body of the Vile one. Now Frost is pumped up as he begins to stomp away one more time at the mid section of Famine before Vile finds himself sent into the ringside mats with a quick snap suplex via Frost.
Rotten “I COUNT….TWENTY DERRICK…Hunter Ryan should be up to twenty in the count at this time…the match should be over.”
Diamond “Like he said before Flash…Hunter is new at this and my give a little more leeway than most “seasoned” officials.”
Frost forces Famine back into the ring, where he stomps all over him relentlessly. The intense Frost steps back but keep his eyes locked on the squirming Famine of the Vile, who uses the ropes to help him get back up. Frost goes right after him, grabbing his arm and trying for an Irish whip. It’s a mistake as Famine reverses it, and then runs out at Paul as he bounces off the ropes, and nails him with a clothesline. Paul’s neck bounces off the canvas as Famine takes control landing a few close rights before Frost is lifted high into the air and dropped on his gut with a gorilla body press!!! However Frost is not staying down for long. Also Famine’s not waiting around and turns back in to the ropes, charges back at Frost who stands up briefly, only to get sent down courtesy of a DIVING SHOULDER TACKLE!!!!!
Rotten “ I think I found the Bears a NEW defensive tackle…did you SEE THAT…a bone rattling hit and now…COVER….COVER….ONE…..TWO….”
Diamond “FROST KICKS OUT…Paul Frost kicks out of a fair cover via the guest ref.”
Vile & Hunter have a quick stare down with Hunter shooting two fingers as Famine reaches down and pulls Paul back up, nailing him with a succession of uppercut thrusts, forcing him on to his back foot. With Frost off balance, Vile grabs his arm and whips him in to the ropes, but as “Perfection” comes back off the ropes, Famine ducks his head, giving Paul the chance to kick him square in the head. Famine’s head snaps back up, and Frost takes full advantage as he shifts behind the monster and drags Famine’s arm under his arm. Frost then drops to one knee and pulls Famine’s back down on to his outstretched knee with an INVERTED HEADLOCK BACKBREAKER. . . . . Vile hits the deck and Frost looks to seize the moment as he hooks one leg and tries to get the pin. . . .ONE…TWO…TH…Vile rolls the shoulder up Both men make their way back up, and as Famine turns to face Frost, as he walks right in to a PERFECT STANDING DROPKICK!. . . . . Paul scurries across the mat and hooks Famine’s legs with the ref rushing across to count the fall . . . . .ONE…TWO…TH…AGAIN Vile kicks out!!!!!!!
Diamond “Kick out after kick out…both these men with so much to gain with a victory here tonight heading into the Master’s of the Mat.”
Both men reach their feet and a slugfest ensues at first Paul has the advantage but soon after Vile uses his size and begins to fire away at “Perfection”. Hard rights find there mark as Paul is fired hard in to the corner and Frost’s back is sent crashing in to the pads. Vile charges at him and drives his shoulder in to Frost’s midsection. Paul slouches forward, but Vile is not done there. He thrusts his shoulder into Paul’s stomach again, and then backs out of the corner with Frost staggering out. Fans boo as Vile scoops him up on to his shoulder and turns round, and then runs across the ring and plants “Perfection” with a RUNNING POWERSLAM!!...ONE….TWO…THRE…Frost kicks out!!!! Famine keeps the pressure on like is is unaffected at the near fall as he doesn’t give him a chance to get up, dragging him right back up and whipping him in to the ropes. Famine walks out and keeps his eyes on Paul as he comes back towards him, and the champion plants him with a SPINNING SIDE SLAM!!. . . . . Frost back is driven in to the mat and Vile wastes no time in making a cover. . . ONE….TWO…THRE…NO FROST kicks out…AGAIN!!!!!!
Rotten “Such one sided officiating here Derrick…it must be all Frost’s fault. Let’s not forget Paul will call the finals of the Master of the Matt Monday as well as competing in the main event…it just makes me sick. Plus he’s probably taught Hunter how to count…”
Famine is up to his feet as he & Hunter again stare the other down with Vile screaming “NEXT TIME ITS THREE…OR ELSE” And then Famine runs his finger across his neck before turning back and stomping a hole in the gut of a fallen Paul Frost. Taking him back up Paul’s face is rammed into the corner before stumbling out straight into a back body drop via Famine. Vile stands up and points to another corner as Paul is brought up to his feet as Vile shouts “TIME TO JOIN NICK” The fans do not believe their eyes as Paul explodes with a series of vicious forearm shots to the back, sending Vile back to the mat with Frost now stomping all over his opponent until he then drops to the mat and begins to stalk Famine as he wriggles around with Frost now psyching himself up for the “Frost Bite”. He has a real look of determination on his face as he urges Vile up, and slowly the monster starts to rise back up to his feet. And as he makes it up and turns round, Frost leaps up in to the air for the FROST BITE . . . . . Famine is able to push him off though as Paul is sent full force in to the ropes, and as he comes back and Vile drives his huge boot right down his opponent’s face!!!!!!.
Rotten “ HA…HA…HA…all that work for NOTHING…Vile had the move scouted all along…that’s why he’s a leader and Frost is NOT.”
With Frost falling in a heap, it gives Famine the chance to take a short breather before he begins to size Frost up, raising his right hand in the air, indicating a chokeslam could be near. Frost makes it back up despite looking very uneasy on his feet, and as he turns round to face the monster, Famine grabs him around the throat for a CHOKESLAM. . . . . Another mixed reception meets it, but as Vile lifts Frost up in to the air, Paul manages to turn around in the air and slide down Famine’s back. He drives his knee in to the spine of the Gods leader and quickly plants him with REVERSE DDT. . . . . Both men remain down for several seconds before Frost reaches out an arm and places it across Vile’s chest for the cover attempt. . .ONE…TWO….THRE…VILE KICKS OUT!!!!!!!
Diamond “NO WAY…FAMINE OF THE VILE STAYS ALIVE AND THIS CROWD IS LOVING IT.”
Even the referee Hunter Ryan can’t believe it as Vile begins to move much to the shock & frustration of Frost. He sits up and holds his head in his hands. Paul stands up with purpose, keeping his eyes on Vile as he back pedals in to the opposite corner with evil intentions.
Diamond “Someone might just lose his head here Flash.”
Rotten “STOP HIM HUNTER…STOP HIM”
The fans think they know what’s coming and POP. Frost is raring to go, holding on to the top rope at each side, Frost watches as Vile gets up on to all fours, giving him the green light to charge across the ring and he swings his boot at Vile’s head for the PUNT!!!. . . . . but Vile sees him coming and ducks his head. He stands up and runs in to the ropes as Frost is forced to put the brakes on. “Perfection” turns round as quickly as he can with Vile coming back off the ropes to take him down with a SPEAR!!!. . . . . BUT NO! FROST STEPS TO THE SIDE AND FAMINE SPEARS THE REFEREE…HUNTER RYAN IS DOWN!!!!!!!
Diamond “NO”
Famine looks pissed off as Frost tries to attend to his fallen teammate as Paul signals for some help but just as Frost turns around BAM…Famine of the Vile turns Paul inside out with a close line for the ages!!!!! Vile walks over to Hunter shouting “YOU STUPID…FUCK…I’M GONG TO END YOU COME MONDAY” and with that Vile kicks Hunter in his back of his head.
Diamond “THAT WAS UNCALLED FOR.”
Rotten “Please Hunter is sleeping on the job he needs the wakeup call…lazy bum. BUT WE NEED ANTHER REFEREE PLEASE!!!!”
Famine makes his way back towards the body of Paul Frost as he is lifted up and dropped with a nasty spike DDT via Famine as he goes for the cover….ONE….TWO….THREE….FOUR…FIVE….There is still no ref. Vile stands up and shout for an official who finally is shown running down to the ring but as Famine turns around…BAM…. Frost throws a right at the monster, but it’s wild and Vile ducks it. He then grabs Frost arm and whips him hard in to the corner. The back of Frost hits the pads hard, and he looks in pain as he staggers out a couple of steps as Vile follows in, grabs him by the throat very quickly, lifts him in to the air and sends him crashing down to earth with his NAIL IN THE COFFIN . . . . . Frost is not moving as he lies across the mat, not that far away from the ropes as Vile hooks the nearest leg with the referee making the count. . . .
ONE . . . . .
TWO. . . . .
. . . . .
FOOT ON THE ROPE!
Diamond “ YES”
Rotten “ NO”
The Chicago crowd is buzzing as Vile stares down in disbelief as Paul tries to roll over as Famine gets to his feet as he face changes of shock to anger as he turns towards the referee. Without warning Vile attacks the second official with right hands before kicking him in the gut and then throwing the ref up and over the top rope and to the floor below with such a thud.
Diamond “What a disgusting act that was….WIAT…FROST BITE….FROST BITE…THE FROST BITE OUT OF NOWHERE!!!!!”
The crowd is roaring with cheers after a wicked, sudden and heart stopping Frost Bit via Paul Frost. Cameras show the one official lying on ringside floor, showing Vile/Frost & the guest official Hunter all out cold in the ring and the fans chanting “REFEREE…..REFEREE…..REFEREE”
Rotten “They can chant all they want because there is no…REFEREE?”
Fans cheer as a third official runs into the ring as Paul throws over an arm over the motionless body of Famine
ONE…….
TWO……
THREE….NO….THE REF STOPPED COUNTING?
Diamond “WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?”
Rotten “I have no clue but I like it.”
The fans cheers turn into boos as the “new” ref stares now Frost with a smile on his face, Frost screams “COUNT” but the ref shakes his head no as he stands up and turns around and pulls off his shirt reveling a bright pink shirt that reads “Jocelyn Camden is my HERO” As the ref turns around we all read the front “BECAUSE I’M GAY” This garners a pop from the fans as Frost reaches his feet almost zoned out as he gets right in the ref’s face. This is heated as the ref grins shouting “YOU CAN’T DO A DAM…” Fans pop as Paul drops him with a FROST BITE!!!!!!!
Diamond “Well we all knew how that was going to end…but will this match ever end?”
Frost is beside himself in the ring as he runs his hands down his face, Famine comes up behind him blasting him with the NAIL IN THE COFFIN! Hunter is shown rolling back into the ring, the crowd roars as he measures Famine... the crowd explodes as Hunter SPEARS FAMINE! Hunter puts Frost arm on top of Vile's chest!
HUNTER: ONE....... TWO....... THREE!!!
DING....DING...DING....
Masters: The winner of the match... PAUL FROST!
Rotten: Frost can THANK Hunter Ryan! This decision should be reversed, Frost should be Disqualified, and above all else he should be forced to watch GAY MALE PORN for his comments!
DIXON HUNTS FOR CCP!
The crowd roars as Andre Dixon is shown dressed in street clothes as he's walking towards the loading dock. He stops dead in his tracks as we see "MR. WRESTLING 111" standing at the exit to the loading dock it self. A voice coming from behind Dixon is heard.
Voice: Hey!
Dixon turns around catching a kick to the groin by CCP! But before CCP can take advantage we here...
Voice: HEY!
CCP takes off, running towards "MR. WRESTLING 111". CCP reaches the loading dock, joining his partner. A gloved hand is shown reaching down, taking Andre by the hand, helping him get to his feet. The camera angle switches to a back profile shot of both Dixon and this mystery man.
Dixon: WE'LL SEE YO PUNK ASSES IN DA CELL! BITCH!
CCP looks intently at Dixon's parnter as the scene fades back to ringside....
TERRY FUCKING BORDEN!
The United Center EXPLODES as "Real American" by Rick Derringer rocks the speakers!
Diamond: LISTEN TO THIS OVATION!
Masters: Ladies and Gentleman, please welcome the "REAL AMERICAN" TERRY BORDEN!
The ovation intenseifies as Terry Borden steps out from behind the curtain. Red, White, and Blue pyro begins to explode above the ring and entrance ramp! Borden, who's dressed in black boots, some jeans, with a yellow and red "AMERICANMANIACS" tank top with matching bandanna.
Rotten: Seriously... he get's pyro now?
Diamond: Leave Borden alone, he's the Real American for Christs sake!
Borden cups his hand to his ear at the top of the ramp. The crowd explodes, a loud burst above the Jumbo Tron can be heard, as it is, a HUGE American Flag drops from the rafters covering the Tron. Borden struts towards the ring.
Rotten: Why is he even here? He's the LAST person ANYONE wants to see.
Diamond: I can't tell my the ovation he's getting tonight, in Chicago!
Borden reaches ringside, he walks up the steel steps to the ring apron, he looks around the Sold Out United Center, the crowd continues to explode for Borden as he enters the ring where Donald Masters hands him the microphone. The music slowly fades away leaving nothing but a solid "BORDEN, BORDEN, BORDEN" chant bellowing out from all over the United Center!
Diamond: Say what you will about this man, but these fans LOVE him.
Rotten: They LOVE who he's ripping off, not him!
Borden raises the microphone...
Borden: You guys are AMAZING!
The chant breaks into a loud ovation as Terry continues.
Borden: Ya know brothers, earlier this week I made a announcement that I would be in Chicago tonight, but I didn't express why I was going to be here... You see, I've been in this business for YEARS dudes, I've had some ups and I've had some downs. Last year, I came to the WGWF in a time period where the roster was very thin. I, alongside guys like Chris Page, Seth Stevens, Mikel Batarini, Dean James, and select others where in the process of rebuilding the WGWF...
Borden pauses for a brief second before continuing.
Borden: Fast forward nearly a year later, the company stands firm as one of the premire organizations on the market today!
The crowd caters to the cheep pop as Borden continues.
Borden: Which is why I've come to Chicago tonight, to announce my retirement from Pro Wrestling.
The crowd is shocked at the announcement, to the point some boo's are heard as Terry continues.
Borden: It wasn't a easy decision to make, and I want each and everyone of my AMERICANMANIACS to know that...
The lights in the arena go out as Closer by Nine Inch Nails plays over the PA system, strobe lights begin to flash and the entry way fills with smoke. Five scantly clad females emerge from the back moving and grinding to the music. Mic Ferrari steps through the smoke wearing one of his signature Brioni suits. He pauses at the top of the ramp as the strobe lights stop and the house lights come back on.
Diamond: Is that who I think it is?
Rotten: Yes it is. Thank god.
Diamond: Why are you thanking god?
Rotten: Now I don’t have to listen to that idiot Borden talk anymore
Diamond: I am sure the “Real American” will not stand for his ring time being interrupted
Rotten: I am sure Ferrari won’t care.
Mic Follows the girls down to ringside and ascends the stairs in front of them. He holds the ropes for the girls as each one seductively enters the ring. The girls dance and move about grinding on each other and causing parents to cover the eyes of their children. Mic walks to the edge of the ring and is handed a microphone. He walks back to the middle of the ring as his music fades.
Ferrari: Hello Chicago!
The crowd greats him with a huge pop
Ferrari: It has been a long time since I have been in this city and I got to say. I haven’t missed it one bit.
The crowd roars into boos
Ferrari: I mean with the exception of your pizza, there isn’t one redeeming quality about this god forsaken place.
Ferrari laughs to himself as litter begins to make its way into the ring.
Ferrari: Hey! Hey! Hey! What’s with all the hostility? I mean I know for a fact that I am the reason all of you used your unemployment money to buy your tickets and come here tonight. I mean who else could you have possibly paid to see.
Mic turns around and looks to see Terry Borden standing there with his hands on his hips with a look of disgust on his face.
Ferrari: Oh! Yeah! Terry Borden. I am sorry; forgot you were here. Of course so did the rest of this audience the moment my music came on. Why are you still standing here? Didn’t you just retire?
Borden: Well actually…
Ferrari: That’s great.
Ferrari walks up to Borden and gets right in his face
Ferrari: Nobody cares that you are retiring. We all heard you say the word, no get out of my ring. Nobody cares about a loser when they leave, they are all just happy that they are gone.
The crowd rips into a chant "BORDEN! BORDEN! BORDEN! BORDEN!"
Borden: Sounds to me like the fans care brother.
Ferrari: Congratulations, Chicago loves you. Yet then again it is fitting that they chant your name considering their love affair with losers. I mean Chicago has a long history of losers. The Cubs haven’t won a World Series since George Washington was in office. Do we even need to talk about the Bears? It has been 25 years since that team was relevant. The White Sox won a World Series but no one in this town even roots for them and do you know why?
Ferrari pauses
Ferrari: Because they are winners and lets face it, without Michael Jordan the Bulls will probably never win another Championship either. So yeah Terry congratulations on this monumental moment in your career, finding the one city on the planet that worships losers.
The crowd roars into a chant which causes the censors to go crazy @$** YOU! @$** YOU! @$** YOU! @$** YOU!
Ferrari: Thank you Chicago for proving my point and booing the only winner in this building
Ferrari walks back over to where Borden is standing
Ferrari: What have you even accomplished here? Have you even won a Championship here?
Borden: As a matter of fact…
Ferrari: Shut up. They were rhetorical questions idiot. Losers don’t get retirement ceremonies. Their names just fade into the history pages with the rest of their meaningless accomplishments. Unless you have won the World Championship you truly haven’t accomplished a damn thing. I am a former World Champion, I have headlined PPV's and sold out arenas across the globe, all you have done is waste peoples time and money. Thankfully that is something that the fans wont have to put up with anymore.
Borden lowers his microphone and shoots Mic an evil glare. Ferrari walks over to the far corner and laughs to himself as he looks out at the booing crowd, he turns back around and sees that Borden is still in the ring.
Ferrari: That was your clue to leave my ring. Why are you still here?
The crowd explodes as Borden nails Mic with a right hand, he follows it up with a second, and then a third which knocks Mic back into the ropes. The crowd roars as Borden shoots Mic across the ring with a Irish Whip, Borden throws up the Big Boot but mic latches on to the top rope before sling shooting himself out to the floor under the bottom rope... Borden rips his shirt off his chest as "REAL AMERICAN" hits the speakers once again! Borden throws the shirt into Mic's face as he mouths MASTERS OF THE MAT! as we fade to commercial...