Post by WRONG CCP ACCT on Jun 20, 2011 17:35:04 GMT -5
WGWF PRESENTS
MASTERS OF THE MAT
AIR CANADA CENTRE
TORONTO, CANADA
19,876
MASTERS OF THE MAT
AIR CANADA CENTRE
TORONTO, CANADA
19,876
Masters of the Mat 2011 takes the air live as the following video begins to play....
CCP AND NO MR. WRESTLING #3?
The crowd roars with boo's as CCP is shown stepping out of a limo that's just arrived back in the loading dock. He shuts the door behind him before being met by Denise Essex.
Essex: Chris, the eyes of the world are focused on Masters of the Mat, but more importantly just who is under the "Mr. Wrestling #3" mask. All week names like T. Money, Devlin Cross, Jayzon Williamz, and even current Co-Owner Ranma Saotome... Can you end the speculation?
A sly smile graces the face of CCP as he begins to answer the question...
CCP: Why don't people believe me Denise?
Chris asks.
Essex: I'm not sure I follow...
Denise answers as CCP turns towards his limo, he opens the door, and stepping out is the rather tall man, who has a towel thrown over his head hiding his identity as CCP and the figure exit the screen.
EARLIER TODAY...
Fans pop as we get a shot of the Air Canada Center with the words earlier today scrolled in the bottom of the screen which changes to show Paul Frost entering the arena and on his left hand side are nothing but screaming fans of the Hall of Famer. Frost greets them all with a smile and high fives aplenty.
Rotten “ Well this was the scene that played out earlier today and Paul Frost is BACK home in Canada and the prodigal son has return to the arms of his people as he gears up for a chance at a FORTH Worlds Title.”
The scene changes as we see WGWF Worlds Champion Jocelyn Camden arriving at the ACC, the WGWF WHC title over her left shoulder as cameras show to the right of her fans of her own more so of the gay & lesbian community as the rainbow flag waves all around with Jocelyn enjoying the fan support.
Diamond “Speaking of fans, the NEW Worlds Champion certainly has drummed up some very passionate fans of her own in this very PERSONAL war for the Worlds Title. Tonight the comfort of Canada may not be so perfect for Paul Frost”
The secene changes to a spilt screen before the screen fades away showing Frost & Camden entering the ACC together with Paul’s fans on the left & Camden’s fans on the right. The two stare one anther down before going their separate ways into the arena.
MATCH 1:
RUNA SALIN vs PETER GILMOUR
The lights in the arena dim, then go to full black. We then see red strobe lights going around the arena and then come to the entranceway where a big explosion of fire hits as "Daddy's Fallen Angel" by In This Moment begins to play. After the initial guitar riff, we then hear a loud scream from the lead singer as Gilmour heads out onto the entryway ramp, absent Rose Smith. He heads down the entryway ramp and climbs up the steps and into the ring.
Rotten: The former world's champion is missing his main squeeze out here tonight.
Diamond: He is not a former world champion. It was a reversed decision and...
Rotten: He's got a mountain of worries and all you can do is tear him down? Disgusting!
Diamond: We certainly wish Rose the best in a speedy recovery, but Peter Gilmour can return to his winning ways here tonight with a victory over the newcomer Salin.
Rotten: Hey! She'll have an actual match tonight with a real competitor!
Diamond: Will you stop?!
A soft white light falls atop the entryway ramp as the arena falls into a momentary darkness. A lighthouse beacon is shown on the video wall as the lyrics to "Spark" by The Bird And The Bee begin to play, the haunting melody whispering into the ears of all who would hear it.
I heard a spark,
Something that glowed,
Hundred feet higher.
I open my eyes,
When there is light,
To see if I'm closer.
What if I stopped,
Just for a while,
To make it go slower?
Still up the night,
Just for a while,
To see if I'm finer,
Live like I'm finer.
Tell me a tale,
Something with fire,
To break from the sorrow.
The words continue to echo as Runa makes her way out onto the ramp, clad from head to toe in the traditional abaya. Her eyes pass to the left and right of the ramp as she surveys the crowd before continuing down to the ring, her ominous presence leaving the audience in a bewildered state. She leaps up onto the apron in a fluid motion, stepping through the ropes and into the ring. Runa engages Gilmour in a staredown, the two circle one another as the ref sounds for the bell.
Rotten: And here we go! Gilmour not wasting anytime seizing the upper hand, a double ax handle to the back of Runa, a clubbing blow bringing her to her knees.
Diamond: We've seen Runa commit to some terrific feats of strength, we'll see how she fares here tonight against the veteran Gilmour.
Rotten: Gilmour is definitely gonna be out for blood here tonight in lieu of Rose's condition and that whole situation.
Gilmour yanks Runa up and shoots her into the ropes. A lsiing yakuza kick puts her down on the mat. Gilmour with a cover. 1...kickout by Runa.
Diamond: Gilmour trying to end it early but no go.
Runa drawn up as Gilmour measures her with a straight right hand and he scoops her up and hoists her onto his shoulder. He surges forward and delivers a monstrous powerslam.
Rotten: Pete isn't Johnny O'Bom, that's for sure. Runa is getting a hard lesson in that here and now.
Gilmour yanking Runa up and he delivers a volatile backhand to the face that he follows up with two right hands.
Rotten: Runa being used like Pete's punching bag here tonight. Seems as if he's relieving some frustration, of which I'm sure he has many...what with Rose and the Camden fiasco a few weeks ago.
Diamond: Well maybe he can channel that into a W here tonight, we'll see.
Gilmour hooks the head of Runa and slings her right arm over his shoulder, hoisting her high into the air where he leaves her suspended for several seconds.
Diamond: Gilmour letting the blood rush to the head here. Is this it? Are we going to see THE PAINKILLER this early?
Gilmour prepares to drive Runa down, but out of nowhere, Runa's strength is shown as she counters into a small package.
Diamond: Wait a sec! She's got him trapped! 1...2...thr...WHOA! Where did that come from?!
Rotten: Gilmour barely able to escape there!
Gilmour to a vertical base as is Runa. Gilmour surging forward again with a second yakuza kick attempt, but Runa swats it away. He turns and finds himself the victim of two knifehand chops to the throat and then a vicious series of buzzsaw kicks as the crowd looks on, pleased by the singles action.
Diamond: Runa using LA FETE there to weaken the veteran Gilmour and Gilmour sinks to his knees. Runa shoots herself off the ropes and leaves her feet, delivering a staggering shining wizard to the back of Gilmour's head. Gilmour slumps forward as Runa rolls him onto his back, covers and hooks the leg.
Rotten: You gotta be kidding me?
Diamond: Maybe Gilmour's grief has gotten the better of him. The ref down for the count. 1...2...thr...
Rotten: There's a good lad. Maybe Gilmour is just toying with us here. Livening up the crowd before he disposes of Runa?
Diamond: We'll see.
Runa draws Gilmour up and towards her and before he can react, she has him trapped with an anaconda vice submission. Gilmour frantic, trying to escape, but fighting the move only locks it in tighter and Gilmour starts to fade fast.
Rotten: First he is swindled out of a world title victory, and now this?! He's about to pass out in the center of the ring because he's dealing with his own grief. A lady's presence can do a lot at ringside for a fella.
Gilmour uses his immense strength to push himself and Runa back into the ropes. The ref calls for a break as Runa releases at a four count. Runa backs away as Gilmour struggles to pull himself up.
Rotten: ..But it's not entirely necessary.
Diamond: You still have that dime you turn on constantly?
Rotten: Relax, it's 2011....the year of Peter Gilmour.
Diamond: That's a frightening thought.
Runa charges Gilmour as he regains his composure, but he is quick to use her own momentum to hoist her up and over with a back bodydrop.
Diamond: What a counter by Gilmour...NO! RUNA LANDED ON THE TOP ROPE! Gilmour doesn't realize it...he turns and Runa comes off the top with the JEJUNE STAR...Gilmour dodges! CRASH AND BURN BY RUNA!
The Phoenix splash fails as Gilmour is relentless. He yanks Runa up before she has a chance to nurse the injury and he throws her into the corner turnbuckle where he pummels her with rights and lefts.
Rotten: Here we go! The road to recovery starts at this moment for Gilmour!
Gilmour drives a vicious knee into the abdomen of Runa doubling her over. He immediately pulls her back up and drives a second knee into the solarplexes. Gilmour sweeps her hand across the throat with a killing motion.
Rotten: Looks like we're nearing the beginning of the end after Runa's high risk attempt failed. He'll certainly be dedicating this one to Rose!
Gilmour grabs Runa and pulls her out of the corner and he shoots her into the ropes.
Diamond: On the rebound, Gilmour has her in position...DOOMSDAY IS COMING...NO! WAIT! RUNA UP AND AROUND THE ARMS...LE POINCONNEUR DES LILAS! THE SUBMISSION IS LOCKED IN! IS GILMOUR GOING TO TAP?!
Rotten: There's no way that Gilmour is going to let this rookie...
Diamond: GILMOUR TAPPED! GILMOUR TAPPED!
Rotten: ...What with Rose in the hospital and everything on his mind, Gilmour...huh?
Diamond: Did you hear what I said? It's over! Runa with a HUGE victory here at MASTERS OF THE MAT besting the veteran Gilmour! A huge feather in her cap here tonight!
Runa releases the submission as "Spark" by The Bird and The Bee begins to play once again. Runa doesn't stick around for any fanfare as the mysterious woman takes the victory and heads up the ramp quickly. Gilmour slams the mat in frustration as the scene cuts back to the loading dock...
RANMA SAOTOME'S ARRIVAL....
Forcefully backed into a parking spot, yet fitting perfectly like a glove, a sleak, black, Lamborghini Diablo finds its resting position for the next few hours as the live pay per view crowd comes unglued at the site of Mr. Half and Half, part one, RANMA SAOTOME. He is sipping a cup of coffee as he steps out dressed in the finest black Canali. His IPOD blares a song of choice as he hops out, DENISE ESSEX surging forward to attempt to grab a few words before he disappears into business matters. The live mic is thrust is his general direction as he prepares to exit the vehicle, still jamming out.
Ranma: Han pendlar varje dag, min vän...
Denise: Mr. Saotome...
A motion of the finger to quiet the eager beaver.
Ranma: Han jobbar nio och till fem.
Denise: Mr. Saotome if I might have a word...
An evil eye and another sip of the coffee and Ranma stares down Denise.
Ranma: Man can't even enjoy the classics in the privacy of his own luxury automobile anymore. What's the world coming too?
Denise: Well sir, I know that you have a big night ahead of you, matters of the upmost important here at Masters of The Mat...
A smattering of applause for the pay per view mention. Ranma looks confused.
Ranma: Wait, so you're telling me this arena isn't hosting the new Travis Hedland vehicle I came to see?
Denise: Who?
Ranma: You kidding me? I thought I was gonna enjoy "The Con" here tonight...sumbitch, well...least I can get back to my music en route to finding the right location.
Ranma prepares to close the overhead door to the Diablo but then parks the vehicle and hops out.
Ranma: Just kidding, but seriously, slap yourself, he's an up and comer...he might be collabin' with this rising screenwriter out of Austin, Texas...well that's a whole thing, look, I want me to do me a favor. What I have in my hand here is a cup of coffee.
Denise: Sir, you always have a cup of coffee.
Ranma: Right, but this isn't just any cup of coffee. This is from a failed line of coffee's to be introduced under the Saotome line...BOLD, for the everyman...as you know. This was supposed to be a light decaffeinated blend, bland...for the everyman as you might have guessed. Have a taste.
Denise is leary for a moment but finally takes a sip and immediately spits it out.
Denise: That's terribad!
Ranma winks at her.
Ranma: Told you that word would catch on, but yeah it is. And even worse?
He spins the cup to face the cameras and an image of NICK RYAN appears. A line dedicated to Saotome's fellow coffee drinker and perennial mainstay, didn't take obviously.
Ranma: Not everything a legend does pans out well. I learned that the hard way. Chris Page will find that out here tonight. Dixon, fine...MEH...but Shank? Everytime I see that man hit his celebrated SHANKSTOPPER, my jaw still feels a smattering of pain, that pain started on a night where he was the better man, something that nobody male or female was for six months prior. Chris Page will see that truth in action tonight. Any other questions?
Denise shakes her head.
Denise: I think you answered them all.
Ranma: Fine, then stand aside. Gotta make sure I get and grab a good seat for Axel "The Shark"'s tag team affair this evening.
Saotome sidesteps Denise and makes his way inside as the camera pans to ringside.
MATCH 2:
THE SENTINEL and JOHNNY O'BOM vs AXEL "THE SHARK" and ALEX "THE SHARK
Johnny O’Bom and The Sentinel are already in, as is Donald Masters.
Masters: The following tag team is scheduled for one fall! Already in the ring, at a combined weight of 565 pounds, the King of Extreme Johnny O’Bom…and The Sentinel!
A mix of boos and cheers for the two men quickly turns into a HUGE roar of cheers as “Rock Lobster” hits the speakers. Axel the Shark and his brother Alex make their way out to the stage, t-shirts in hand. They toss t-shirts to people in the crowd as they walk down the ramp, the crowd on their feet.
Masters: And their opponents, from the Aquarium of the Pacific…the Kids’ Champion Axel and his brother Alex…the Sharks!
The Sharks wave to the crowd as they enter the ring, Sentinel and O’Bom staring intently.
Diamond: Last week on Brawl, Axel promised redemption for The Sentinel and Johnny O’Bom. Do you have any idea what that could mean, Flash?
Rotten: Sure, Diamond. It could mean I DON’T GIVE A FLYING F—
The bell rings as Axel and Johnny start off the match in a collar and elbow tie up. Johnny whips Axel against the ropes, but the Kids’ Champion hits him hard with an armdrag on the rebound. Axel begins to work on Johnny’s arm, wrenching it tight as Johnny shouts in pain.
Diamond: The Kids’ Champion is really taking it to the King of Extreme here tonight.
Rotten: …
Diamond: What’s with you, Flash?
Rotten: I can’t believe I’m wasting my time with this.
Diamond: That’s what she said.
Flash is startled by the sight of Alex the Shark sitting next to him at the announce table.
Rotten: Gah! What the hell are you doing here? Get back to the apron, you…
Alex stands up, glaring at Flash with a hint of intimidation.
Alex: You what?
Rotten: Um, uh…
Alex: That’s what I thought, fishcakes. Look out, by the way.
Rotten: Look out for wha—AHHH
Flash screams at the sight of Johnny flying out of the ring, his head colliding with the announce table. Alex steps away as Johnny slowly gets to his feet, turning around just in time for Axel to fly over the top rope in a senton plancha. The ref begins counting as Alex claps his hands, leading the crowd along. Axel is the first to get to his feet, sliding back into the ring as Johnny slowly crawls in himself. Axel goes for the cover: 1, 2…kickout by Johnny! Axel tags in Alex, who begins laying into Johnny with heavy lefts and rights.
Diamond: Wow, what determination from the brother of Axel the Shark!
Rotten: Something’s up with that guy, I can smell it.
Diamond: That could just be the bad cologne you always wear, Flash.
Rotten: …
Alex picks up Johnny, whipping him into the corner…but Sentinel comes in with the blind tag! Sentinel charges at Alex with a HUGE clothesline, the Shark’s head bouncing off the canvas. Sentinel goes for the pinfall: 1, 2, thr—no, Alex just barely kicks out! Alex is back to his feet now, the crowd chanting “Let’s go Sharks!” as Sentinel charges again. This time Alex is ready, dropping the giant with a drop toe hold that puts Sentinel on the ropes. Johnny runs in, but Alex kicks him in the gut before setting him up for a flip piledriver that brings Johnny down hard!
Diamond: Oh my, what impact!
Sentinel gets back to his feet when he is brought down to the canvas again, this time by a sturdy dropkick from Alex. With the Sentinel on his back, Alex tags in Axel…who climbs the turnbuckle, landing the Shark Dive on the giant! He goes for the cover:
1…
2…
3…NO!
Diamonds: The giant Sentinel STILL manages to kick out! Is there anything that can bring him down?
Rotten: I dunno, but these Shark guys still have O’Bom to deal with too!
Johnny rolls out of the ring as Alex leaves, leaving the Kids’ Champion with a very angry Sentinel…who immediately grabs Axel by the neck, dropping him with the Sentinel Death Drop! The crowd is hushed now as Sentinel puts a boot on Axel’s chest: 1, 2…Alex breaks up the pin with a missile dropkick from the top rope, sending Sentinel back to his corner. Johnny gets the blind tag, jumping into the ring…but Alex picks him up, dropping him with a fireman carry slam! Alex rolls out of the ring as Axel manages to barely get an arm draped over Johnny.
1…
2…
3!
Masters: Here are your winners, Alex and Axel…the Sharks!
The ref raises the arm of the Sharks as the crowd goes wild. Moments later, Alex takes off his mask, putting it on Johnny O’Bom! He calls for a mic from ringside.
Alex: Ladies and gentlemen, this is Johnny O’Bom’s redemption. This is also his curse. If people think it’s tough for my man Axel to wear this mask, imagine how much it must suck to be THIS guy right now! As for who I am…ladies and gentlemen, I am Alex Rettop, and it’s been a blast to get back in this ring. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have an after party to attend to…
He shakes hands with Axel before leaving the ring, allowing the Kids’ Champion to soak in the spotlight before we cut away from ringside.
JOHN GAMBINO'S INTERRUPTED...
Fans pop as cameras cut backstage showing the MOTM interview area where the MOTM Trophy along with the brief case holding the Championship contract are on display.
Diamond “That is what it’s ALL about here folks, the Master of the Mat finals are upon us and either James Raven or Bigg Rigg will leave with that trophy and more importantly a championship match of their choosing”
Fans boo as we see none other than MOTM finalist & current IC Champion John “Bigg Rigg” Gambino walk into frame. With the IC Title hanging off of his left shoulder Gambino grins wickedly as he touches the trophy & and holds up the contract.
Gambino: Soon this will be mine, soon I will leave this disgusting country known as Canada and leave …..The winner and NEW master of the mat……
“JAMES RAVEN”
Fans pop as Gambino turns to his left as we see Special Guest Referee Paul Frost step into frame with a tiny grin on his face. Paul’s normal black & white striped shirt has been changed to red & white with a maple leaf on the side of right sleeve.
Gambino: Well…well…well if it isn’t the mast of media IMPERFECTION…Paul Frost…what’s wrong Paul? What do you need your ass kicked by the MOTM winner and soon to be number one contender for the Worlds Title FIRST and then get it kicked again by Camden later on?
Frost: Cute…but isn’t that the same bitch you beat YOU….to become the Worlds Champion? Plus how many times have you beaten her?
Gambino: Whatever…I beat YOU and took your title.
Frost: No you beat Andre with the help of a video tape…YOU NEVER BEAT ME and John you never will. But that’s not why I’m here, see tonight for the FIRST time in over FOUR years we will crown a Master of the Mat winner NOT named Paul Frost.
Gambino: Your dame right you will and Paul if you don’t call this match down the middle….
Frost: THAT’S EXACTLY what intend to do…..see I am Mr. Master of the Mat and I intend to ensure this match is fair for BOTH of you. Now while I would love nothing more than to crown my fellow Canadian with the win….having the chance to beat you and keep my Worlds Title later is also just as satisfying…maybe even more so.
Gambino: Good I’m glad we came to an understanding
Rigg pokes Paul in the chest and looks to leave but Frost grabs his arm and pulls himself nose to nose.
Frost: Now listen here don’t think for ONE second that I won’t drop your ass so fast the second you even breath on me funny. I will have NO problem dropping you with the Frost Bite and counting the…ONE….TWO…THREE….GOT IT?
Gambino & Frost now stare down even further with Gambino ready to break some knee caps but the IC Champion keeps his cool
Gambino: Yeah…I think I got it.
Frost leans in and gently taps Gambino on his face
Frost: Great….perfect then…see you out there Italian Stallion…..
Fans pop as Frost leaves the frame leaving Rigg to stew in his own anger....
MATCH 3:
BATTLE OF THE GAY'S
ALYSSA FERRO vs JOHN HAMMEL
Masters: Ladies and Gentleman, the following contest is scheduled for one fall...
"She Sells Sanctuary" by The Cult hits the speakers. A smattering of applause can be heard..
Masters: Introducing first, making his WGWF debute, JOHN HAMMEL!
Hammel walks out to the top of the ramp, he walks towards the ring tagging the hands of the ringside fans. He slides into the ring where he awaits his opposition.
"Just Close Your Eyes" by Waterproof Blonde hits the speakers.
Masters: Introducing his opponent, about to make her way to the ring, representing GENESIS, ALYSSA FERRO!
"Just Close Your Eyes" plays as Alyssa Ferro steps out from the back. She scans the crowd, then walks towards the ring. When she gets to the ring, she stands on the apron and raises both her arms before climbing into the ring and placing her head on the nearest turnbuckle.
Diamond: We're set for action!
They stop eye-to-eye, nose-to-nose, toe-to-toe … and Hammel extends his hand! The crowd gives a VERY mixed reaction for the sporting gesture and Ferro can clearly be seen mouthing, “You gotta be fuckin’ kiddin’?” She looks around the arena, yelling, “Ya’ll want me to shake hands with this piece of shit!?”
The fans pop
Diamond " I would take that as a yes"
She leans forward to accept the handshake … BUT INSTEAD SLAPS HAMMEL ACROSS THE FACE!!“OOOOOS” and boos ring out around the arena, as Ferro sneers manically, but Hammel lunges around wildly, connecting with a rabid KNIFE EDGE CHOP right across the chest of Alyssa!! Alyssa is stunned as John assaults her angrily with a barrage of the Chops, backing her up against the ropes, before shooting her across the ring with an Irish Whip … FERRO RUNS BACK STRAIGHT INTO A LEG LARIAT RIGHT TO THE FACE!!! The crowd is cheering wildly for the explosiveness of Hammel
Diamond: Impressive by the newcomer!
Alyssa scampers across the mat on all fours, getting back onto her knees and gazing up at her challenger with a stunned expression on her face. Ferro holds up her hands, begging John for a timeout, but the merciless Hammel advances in slowly anyway … but Ferro was playing possum and rolls behind Hammel, catching him with a School Boy … but John spins out of it and sits down on Lyssa, reaching back and hooking the legs! 1 … NO! Ferro rolls forwards almost into a Sunset Flip-like pinning combination! 1 … NO! Hammel rolls out of it backwards and leaps forwards, taking Alyssa into a Jacknife Cover! 1 … NO! The Genesis member pushes Hammel away and scurries across the mat.
Rotten: You're not going to get past Ferro that easy!
The two meet again but only no hand shake instead Hammel doubles Alyssa over with a forearm shot to the back of her skull after a failed right hand via Ferro. Hammel then locks the arm and looks to lift Alyssa up with a Vertical Suplex … but Ferro kicks her feet and drops back down, spinning out of it, ducking under Hammel’s arm and switching behind the rookie. She grabs John in a Rear Waistlock and quickly shoves him forwards into the ropes, holding on and rolling backwards in an almost pinning combination … but both wrestlers roll straight through, back up to their feet, with Alyssa still holding Hammel in the Rear Waistlock. Fighting against the hold, John tries to pry Alyssa’s arms away, but instead quickly reaches down; grabbing her left leg and taking her down to the canvas onto her back. Still holding Alyssa’s leg, John snatches up the right leg and falls backwards, wrapping both up in a rather unique pinning position! 1 … NO! Alyssa quickly kicks out and leaps away!
Rotten “Did John just go straight there?”
Diamond “I would say stranger things have happened but nothing would be stranger than that”
Alyssa kicks out quickly, but John Hammel quickly rolls his Challenger over, wrapping his legs around the torso of Ferro, cinching in the BODY SCISSORS! Hammel squeezes tight, as he lies back on the canvas, with Ferro trying with all of her might to break the hold and some how manages to rip Hammel’s legs away, so that he only has a Rear Waistlock in place.
The wicked Alyssa Ferro begins to fight back up to her feet, but John holds on to the Rear Waistlock for dear life, still squeezing away. Alyssa tries desperately to pry Hammel’s arms away, but the rookie stays firm … BUT FERRO LEAPS UP, WHIPPING HER LEGS OVER IN A FORWARD ROLL MOTION, AND ROLLING HAMMEL UP!…1…2… NO!
Diamond: Near fall by Ferro!
Now its Hammel who kicks out wildly, looking rather stunned, and charges back at Ferro… but Hammel is able to side step the charging Genesis member and grabs her with a SCHOOL BOY … but Ferro rolls backwards out of it straight away AND BOOTS HAMMEL RIGHT IN THE RIBS!! John cries out in pain, clutching his abdomen, but Alyssa shows no relent, and BOOTS HIM AGAIN, almost sending John’s body airborne. Alyssa takes a breather, as the rookie staggers over to the corner. Ferro follows in quickly though, laying into the mid section of Hammel with sharp SHOULDER THRUSTS, trying her very best to tear up the ribs of Hammel. John wanes slightly, struggling to stay upright, as Alyssa backs off, before sprinting in, looking to drive her shoulder into his rival’s gut with force … BUT JOHN GETS HIS FEET UP … FERRORUNS UNDER THEM AND ALMOST COLLIDES WITH THE STEEL POST … AND HAMMEL FLIPS OVER HER, BRINGING ALYSSA OVER WITH A SUNSET FLIP!!
Referee: ONE..... TWO.... THRE
Alyssa kicks out and rolls backwards away from the pin, leaping backup to her feet furiously. She charges at John again, looking to take the rookies head right off with a Clothesline, but John ducks and comes back with his own scintillating KNIFE EDGE CHOP, dropping Ferroback down to the mat. Alyssa staggers back up to her feet, gasping in pain and shock, and walks right into a SECOND KNIFE EDGE CHOP, which sends her staggering backwards into the corner. Touching his ribs gingerly, John shakes his head, before rushing towards Alyssa in the corner … but she manages to Back Drop Hammel up and over, where he lands on the apron! Alyssa does not turn around and seems to think that Hammel has gone to the floor … BUT HAMMEL SCRAMBLES UP TO THE TOP TURNBUCKLE BEHIND FERRO … BUT ALYSSA SPINS AROUND AND CONNECTS WITH A STANDING DROPKICK, KNOCKING HAMMEL FROM THE TOP TO THE FLOOR!!
Rotten: LOOK OUT!
John holds his ribs again from the harsh impact, as he struggles back up to his feet, whilst Alyssa smirks in the ring and touches the side of her head, as if saying, “I’m smarter than you.” With Hammel back on his feet on the outside, Alyssa grabs hold of the top rope … AND LAUNCHES HERSELF OVER WITH A PLANCHA INTO A PERFECTLY EXECUTED HURRICANRANA!! The crowd explodes once again, loving the high-risk offence but not the wrestler who delivered it. Alyssa staggers back up to her feet, a smug look on her face, as she continues to shine at her first MOTM. Dragging Hammel back up, Alyssa rolls him back under the bottom rope and follows up with a quick hook of the leg!…1……2…… NO! John manages to kick out quite quickly, and Alyssa sneers a little in the referee’s direction. Ferro yanks John back up to his feet by the head, measures him up, before delivering a crackling KNIFE EDGE CHOP right across the chest of the rookie, giving him a taste of his own medicine, sending him staggering into the corner. Hammel’s back touches the corner softly, but it is still a little too much for his ribs to take, and he comes out again. Alyssa Ferro catches him on the way out with a SNAPMARE TAKEOVER, sitting Hammel up. Ferro leaps up and hits a hard dropkick to the back of John’s head!!!! Sneering confidently, Ferro quickly gets up, lifting Hammel up and staying behind him all in one fluid movement, before wrapping her right arm around his throat in an inverted facelock, before slamming Hammel spine down across his knee with the INVERTED FACELOCK BACKBREAKER!! Ferro flattens Hammel out with a cover!
Referee: ONE..... TWO...... THR
The crowd roars as Hammel kicks out!
Diamond: What action we've got unfolding in front of our very eyes!
Ferro reaches a vertical base, she measures Hammel, waiting for him to reach a vertical base, as he does Ferro charges Hammel, but it's Hammel who counters with a tiltawhirl backbreaker! Hammel reaches his feet, he makes his way to a neutral corner before stomping his foot on the mat signaling for perhaps "Raining Men" Superkick!
Rotten: Hammel could be looking for it all!
Ferro pushes herself up off the mat, and as she reaches her feet Hammel explodes from the corner looking for a Superkick, Ferro ducks down, countering the attempt with a School Boy! As the referee drops down in position to make the count it's Ferro who puts both feet on the ropes!
Referee: ONE..... TWO..... THREE!!
DING....DING....DING....
Ferro quickly escapes the ring as the announcement is made.
Masters: The winner of the match, ALYSSA FERRO!
Diamond: Ferro just stole it!
Rotten: No she didn't, she won the damn match!
The crowd boo's loudly, we see Hammel get to his feet, bummed about the decision. The scene cuts backstage with Denise Essex standing by...
DENISE ESSEX and..... TERRY "FUCKING" BORDEN!
Essex: Joining me at this time, "The Real American" Terry Borden!
The crowd roars as the camera pans back revealing Borden standing beside Denise.
Essex: In just a matter of moments, Terry, you're going to square off against a returning World Heavweight Champion, a former Intercontinental Champion in Mic Ferrari. What's running through your mind, right now as this matches closes in on you?
Borden: Well you know somethin' Mean Denise Essex, me and all my Americanmaniacs have traveled North of the Boarder, and we've joined forces with a CANADIANIACS here in Toronto for ONE reason and ONE reason only, dude... To slam the door in Mic Ferrari's face.
The crowd responds with a pop as Borden intently looks into the camera.
Borden: Playboy, if you think for one minute dude, that you're going to walk back into this company, and attempt to embarrass me you've got another thing coming brother, because in just a matter of minutes it all comes to a end Mic, and WHATCHA GUNNA DO WHEN ME AND ALL MY CANADAIACS DESTROY YOU!
The crowd responds with a pop as the scene cuts back to ringside.
Rotten: I just want to shoot my self.
MATCH 4:
"PLAYBOY" MIC FERRARI vs "REAL AMERCAIN" TERRY BORDEN
Masters: Ladies and Gentleman, the next contest is scheduled for One Fall with a 20 minute time limit...
Closer- Nine Inch Nails hits the speakers bringing boo's from the crowd.
Masters: Introducing first, making his WGWF return... former WGWF World Heavyweight Champion, "PLAYBOY" MIC FERRARI!
Closer from Nine Inch Nails plays over the PA system as smoke fills the entryway. Five scantly clad women escort Mic out into the arena. Mic poses for a few pictures and then makes his way to the ring behind the girls. Mic climbs the stairs and holds the ropes for each of the ladies as they very provocatively enter the ring. Mic does a few more poses, flexing his muscles and then holds the ropes once again for the ladies as they exit the ring.
Rotten: The playboy hasn't changed a bit! Thank God he's back, and thank God he's going to rid the WGWF of Terry Borden once and for all!
The music fades away. Suddenly the crowd begins to stir, an ovation begins to pick up...
The Air Canada Center erupts!!!
Masters: And introducing his opponent, about to make his way to the ring, "THE REAL AMERICAN" TERRY BORDEN!
The roof explodes as Borden steps out to the top of the ramp! He's dressed in yellow and read from head to tow, with a "Americanmaniacs" Tank top. Tonight he supports the yellow and read boa's around his neck, black shades covering his eyes!
Diamond: Would you listen to this ovation!
Rotten: It makes me SICK!
Borden makes eyes contact with Mic as he stands at the top of the ramp. Borden points towards the ring, drawing a louder ovation. The fans roar louder as Borden throws the boa's backwards off his shoulder, he tosses his shades to ramp before running full speed towards the ring!
Diamond: Here comes the Americanster!
Borden slides into the ring under the bottom rope, Ferrari is all over him with boots to the back as the music fades out.
DING....DING....DING.....
Ferrari picks Borden up off the mat, he laces him across the chest with a chop to the chest before looking for a right hand, Borden blocks the attempt, landing a right hand of his own, the crowd roars as Borden lands a second right hand, followed by a third knocking Ferrari back into the far side ropes, the fans erupt as Borden clotheslines Ferrari over the top rope and to the floor! Borden rips off the tank top before throwing it over the top rope, down on top of Ferrari before cupping his hand to his ear drawing the loudest reception of the night from the Toronto faithful!
Rotten: Will these people SHUT UP!
Ferrari reaches his feet. He takes several seconds on the floor to compose himself before making his way back up to the ring apron. In the ring, Borden stands in the middle, daring Ferrari to "bring it brother!"Ferrari steps into the ring, he and Borden circle each other before looking to lock up, but Ferrari lands a quick boot to the midsection drawing boo's from the crowd. Ferrari follows it up with two hard right hands which drop Borden to one knee, and as Borden stands back up Ferrari bounces off the ropes landing a swinging neckbreaker! Ferrari makes the quick cover.
Referee: ONE..... TWO..... TH
Borden kicks out. Ferrari locks in a rear chin lock. The crowd begins to rally behind Borden, who begins to work his way to his feet, he turns into the chin lock before backing Ferrari up into the ropes, Borden shoots him across the ring, Ferrari bounces off the ropes into a running elbow to the head by Borden which sends Mic to the mat, Ferrari springs back to his feet eating a bodyslam by Borden! Ferrari is back up, Borden lands a right hand knocking Ferrari back into a set of buckles, Borden charges in landing a clothesline to the chest before lacing Ferrari across the chest with a knife edge chop, Borden fires Ferrari across the ring into the opposite set of buckles, Borden charges in after Ferrari looking for another clothesline, but Ferrari lands a reverse elbow which staggers Borden back several feet, Ferrari comes out of the corner flooring Borden with a clothesline. Ferrari picks Borden up off the mat, he takes a back waist lock before hurling Borden backwards with a release German Suplex! Ferrari reaches his feet, taunting Borden and the crowd which garners some good heat from the crowd.
Rotten: Ferrari is on point.
Ferrari measures Borden, who pushes himself up off the mat, Ferrari bouncing off the ropes landing a perfect scissors kicks across the back of the neck! Ferrari makes another cover.
Referee: ONE...... TWO....... THR
Borden shoots a shoulder up off the mat to a roar from the crowd. Ferrari gets back to his feet, be stomps Borden in the chest before stepping through the ropes, Ferrari begins to climb to the top rope. Borden, quickly reaches his feet, and as Ferrari stands up on the top rope, Borden lunges out hitting the ropes causing Ferrari to fall, crotching himself on the top turnbuckle! The crowd roars as Terry walks towards Ferrari, he steps up to the middle turnbuckles before locking a front face lock on Mic, the fans roar as Borden manages to muscle Ferrari up, taking him backwards to the mat with a Superplex! Borden manages to make the cover!
Referee: ONE....... TWO......... THR
Ferrari shoots a shoulder up off the mat. The crowd begins to rumble with a loud "BORDEN, BORDEN, BORDEN" chant as Terry manages to work his way to his feet. He picks Mic up, lacing him across the chest with a chop which sends Mic back into the ropes. Borden walks forward, walking right into a thumb to the eye! Ferrari takes Borden, throwing him through the ropes to the floor. The crowd boo's loudly as Ferarri steps out to the ring apron, he jumps off catching Borden with a double axe handle across the back of the neck which sends Borden back down to the floor. Mic picks Terry up before taking him by the arm, and sending him smashing off the ring post face first, which opens Borden up!
Rotten: Mic's drawn First Blood! He's showing Borden who's boss!
Ferrari, with the crowd booing intently, begins to stomp away at the open wound above Borden's right eye before noticing the referee's count... Ferrair dives back into the ring breaking the count, before rolling right back out to the floor where he picks Borden up off the floor before shooting him into the steel steps, right shoulder first! The crowd boo's Ferrari as he taunts them, making his way towards Terry. The boo's break back out into a massive "BORDEN, BORDEN, BORDEN" chant which doesn't even phase Ferrari as he picks a bloody Borden up before tossing him back into the ring under the bottom rope. Ferrari slides in after Borden making another cover.
Referee: ONE....... TWO......... THRE
The roof explodes as Borden kicks out with authority! Borde quickly gets to both knees, he begins to inhale and exhale quickly as we see Mic who's at a vertical base drill Borden with a right hand which seemingly has no effect as Borden gets to one knee, Ferrari lands a second right hand, which again has no effect as now Borden reaches a vertical base, he runs both hands across his bloody face as he AMERICAN UPS! He shakes all over as he circles Ferrair! Mic lands a third right hand which in return Borden points his right index finger towards Ferrari drawing the infamous "YOU" from the crowd! Ferrari looks for another right hand but it's Borden who blocks, countering with a right hand of his own, he lands a second, followed by a third with the crowd counting along. Borden shoots Ferrari across the ring with a Irish Whip, Ferrari bounces off the ropes eating the Big Boot to the jaw which sends Ferrari to the mat! The crowd roars as Borden slaps his hands together three quick times before cupping his hand to his ear drawing a massive pop! Borden bounces off the ropes, he looks for the Atomic Leg Drop, but it's Ferrari who rolls out of the way sending Borden crashing to the mat! Ferrari springs to his feet, and as Borden looks to get up Ferrari quickly peals off the Playboy Plex!
Referee: ONE....... TWO....... THRE
The Air Canada Centre explodes as Borden kicks out of the Playboy Plex! Mic is beside himself as he reaches down, picking Borden up off the mat, Borden counters with a Inside Cradle!
Referee: ONE...... TWO...... THREE!
DING.....DING....DING.....
The crowd explodes loudly as the announcement is made.
Masters: The winner of the match, REAL AMERICAN TERRY BORDEN!!
Borden reaches his feet as "Real American" hits the speakers. Ferrari is beside himself as Borden's arm is raised in the air. Ferrari comes up behind Borden landing a low blow before rolling out to the floor where he picks up a Steel Chair. Ferrari tosses back the ring apron before pulling out a Steel Chair.
Rotten: End Americanmania once and for all!
Ferrari slides back into the ring with the chair in hand. The official attempts to warn Mic, but he eats a Playboy right hand knocking him out!
Diamond: You won the damn match, what's left to prove!
The crowd boo's as Borden reaches all fours. Ferrari waffles Borden across the back sending him crashing to the mat. Ferrari raises the chair a second time, and again smashes it across the back of Borden.
DING....DING....DING....
Diamond: Enough's enough!
Rotten: It's about making a statement Diamond, deal with it!
The crowd boo's louder as Ferrari now measures Borden, who barely manages to reach a vertical base, he turns towards Ferrari who dents the chair over the head of Borden with a vicious chair shot sending Terry to the mat once again, further opening the wound above his right eye.
Diamond: Somebodies GOT to stop this!
Ferrari, with a smile across his face, stands over Borden. He positions the chair on the right ankle of Borden...
Rotten: Ferrari's going to break his ankle! I love it!
Mic walks towards a set of turnbuckles. He hops up to the middle turnbuckle. He looks down at Borden with a sick, twisted look across his face...
As the music hits the speakers the Air Canada Center comes unglued! Ferrari looks up towards the ramp to see......
HEAT AND FIRE
Diamond: I DON'T BELIEVE IT!
Ferrair jumps down to the mat as Heat slides into the ring, Ferrari charges Heat, Heat ducks a Ferrari clothesline sending him into the ropes, the crowd roars as Heat sends Ferrari over the top rope with a clothesline as Fire is shown attending to Borden in the ring.
Rotten: Where the hell did these two jabronies come from?
Ferrari reaches his feet, screaming at Heat, Heat is pointing at Ferrari begging him to come back for more. Ferrari throws his hands up in the air before walking backwards up the ramp way. The crowd boo's loudly as Ferrari is shown back pacing up the ramp to the top of the ramp.
Ferrari: I'LL GET YOU HEAT!
Heat screams back.
HEAT: YOU'RE MINE! FERRARI!
Ferrari disappears behind the curtain as Heat help his brother get Borden to a vertical base. The crowd responds with a loud ovation. Borden, holds up one finger as he listens to the ovation. He instructs Heat and Fire to do the infamous "cup to the ear". Heat and Fire look towards each other, then back at Borden before shrugging their shoulders. They join Borden, all three cupping there hands to there ears towards a section of the crowd drawing a thunderous ovation as "REAL AMERICAN" once again begins to play. Borden raises both Heat and Fires arms in the air as the scene fades back to the locker room.
PERVERT REVEALED??
The WGWF video wall comes alive with the sound of running water. All eyes fall upon the captivating beauty of MIA SANCHEZ backstage, her goddess like figure concealed with clever camera work from the onlooking audience, but well in full view of one who's slender hand clutches the shower curtain.
Diamond: Are you joking? Is that happening again? First Alyssa Ferro and now--Mia?!
Rotten: Let's see this through--again--
Mia washes her hair as the all too eager camera man pans back just enough to show the figure of male clad from head to toe in a black singlet and boots wearing a mask.
Diamond: THIS----is MR. WRESTLING #3? Who--or WHAT--did Page go out and find to stand at his side for this?
Rotten: I don't know, but he's my new favorite wrestler of all-time!
The camera pans down as MR. WRESTLING #3 clutches the shower curtain watching a completely unaware Mia Sanchez. The crowd reacts with disgust as the excitement contained within the singlet no longer is.
Rotten: Is that morning wood---in the evening?
Diamond: I think I'm going to be sick.
Rotten: You've just seen Mia Sanchez in the shower and you focus on that? First and only man ever to say that.
Diamond: Let's get back to ringside and not celebrate PERVERT'S hand picked by CHRIS PAGE. And this idiot is going to help him beat Dixon and Shank? Yeah, good luck with that.
RANMA SATOME AND NATHAN LUCAS MEET BACKSTAGE..
The camera opens up backstage where we see the WGWF Television Champion, Nathan Lucas, walking through a hallway with his ribs wrapped tightly with several lengths of gauze. His gaze is focused and determined, but we see his concentration shattered as he hears someone behind him shout out his name. He turns slowly, the camera following his glance to reveal Ranma Saotome standing at the food service table, pouring himself a cup of coffee. Nathan stands motionless, and the co-owner of the company motions him over. Slowly and cautiously, Nathan approaches him.
RANMA: Just the man I was looking to speak to, tonight. I haven’t had a chance to catch up with you since I stepped into my role here. I’m-
NATHAN: You can drop the introduction, I know who you are.
Ranma nods curtly.
RANMA: Fair enough.
He takes a sip of his coffee, then notices the heavy bandaging on Nathans body. With a tilt of his head, he motions to the gauze inquisitively.
RANMA: A “Bleeding Heart Show”, Nathan?
NATHAN: No, cracked ribs…
RANMA: Never mind, it was a joke, albeit a self-serving and not very funny one. We’ll scratch it from the record, shall we?
Nathan shrugs his shoulder, not understanding what’s happening. He looks uncomfortably up and down the hallways, wondering why Ranma even wanted to speak to him in the first place.
RANMA: So, in all honesty, what happened?
NATHAN: I got myself into a fight I had no business getting into… I lost, and paid the price of a few ribs. After Brawl, I took an independent booking, and got myself into another fight I shouldn’t have. I paid that price again.
RANMA: Touché, my good man. Sometimes it’s the swords we hold ourselves that do the most damage, am I right?
Nathan shrugs his shoulders again, finally turning to Ranma with a serious look on his face.
NATHAN: All due respect, sir, is there something you actually need to talk to me about? I have a title defense to get ready for.
RANMA: Indeed you do, and indeed that’s specifically what I had hoped to talk to you about. You’ve proven yourself more times than was necessary, Nathan. You’re the king of your division, atop a mountain very few if any will be able to topple you from. Don’t you feel it’s time to aspire to something greater?
Nathan turns to look at the co-owner fully, a wide eyed look on his face.
RANMA: The Master of the Mat tournament was to give the winner a title shot at the belt of their choosing. I can’t offer you that kind of freedom, in fairness to the winner of the tournament, but I can guarantee you an upgrade. Get out of the Television division, Nathan, give that belt and the prestige that comes with it to someone that actually needs it, and in exchange I’ll see to it that Bigg Rigg or whoever holds the Intercontinental strap come July puts it on the line against you.
Nathan says nothing, but his jaw hangs open in stunned disbelief.
NATHAN: Well, I… I don’t know… I don’t want to be in this division forever, but I’m building on a company record, Ranma. I don’t know if I can justify walking away from a shot at setting a record no one can EVER break.
RANMA: That’s understandable; but ask yourself if setting an unbreakable record against people you’ve lowered yourself to face is worth cheating yourself out of an opportunity to fight the top names, and build a LEGACY that can never be topped as opposed to just a record.
He pauses.
RANMA: You’re reign can be the stuff of legends… or you can be. The choice is yours, but do yourself a favor and think it over.
Ranma takes another sip of his coffee, patting Nathan on the shoulder and walking away down the hall. The camera zooms in on Nathans thoughtful face, and slowly the scene fades out.
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