Post by WRONG CCP ACCT on Jun 27, 2011 18:36:06 GMT -5
WGWF PRESENTS
MONDAY NIGHT BRAWL
GRAND OLYMPIC AUDITORIUM
LOS ANGELES, CALIFORNIA
SOLD OUT
3,500
The scene fades into the SOLD OUT Grand Olympic Auditorium in Los Angeles, California! The crowd is roaring as we take the air, we fade to ringside with Derrick Diamond and Flash Rotten are shown sitting ringside, eager to call tonight's action.
Diamond: Ladies and Gentleman... We're HOME! We're back LIVE in the birthplace of the World Global Wrestling Federation, we're LIVE from the Grand Olypmic Auditorium, we're LIVE for MONDAY NIGHT BRAWL! Good evening, I'm Derrick Diamond with Flash Rotten, coming off the heels of Masters of the Mat we're looking to go full steam ahead to ADRENALINE!
Rotten: What a night Masters of the Mat turned out to be, but what a night that's shaped up LIVE tonight in Los Angeles. Our Main Event is for the now vacate WGWF Intercontinental Championship... Zach Rizza vs Jason Mudd!
Diamond: The rivalry continues TONIGHT, and with the WGWF Intercontinental Championship hanging in the balance it's anyone's ball game!
Rotten: It's going to be a HISTORIC night tonight folks... Wait... Hang on...
Diamond: Terry Borden??
The scene cuts backstage...
TERRY BORDEN MEETS JOCELYN CAMDEN...
The scene opens backstage, outside Jocelyn Camden's dressing room. The camera pans back to reveal Terry FUCKING Borden and "Hot Bod" Roddy Peeper standing outside the door. The crowd explodes upon seeing Borden. In his hand is a pink shirt with matching Banadanna.
Peeper: Knock on the door...
Borden: I'm nervous brother!
Peeper: Stop being such a pussy... it's just a lesbian.
Borden: That's what scares me dude! She might bite my hand off just on principal.
Roddy Peeper lets out a sigh before banging on the door so loud one would think the Police where there.
"FUCK!"
Is heard from inside the locker room as Peeper bangs on the door harder before Jocelyn Camden swings the door open.
Camden: What the FU... Oh, it's Terry Borden!
Borden: H... He... Hey Joceyln.
Borden glances over towards Roddy Peeper before he introduces him.
Borden: This is a good buddy of mine, Roddy Peeper.
The crowd breaks out into laughter as the "Hot Bod" stares straight at the chest, or lack there of on Camden.
Camden: CAN I HELP YOU!
Peeper looks at Camden's lower area before glancing towards Borden.
Peeper: Waist of time, no camel toe...
Borden back hands Peeper across the chest..
Camden: FUCK OFF!
Camden looks to slam the door, but Terry stops it with his hand.
Borden: I'm sorry about him Jocelyn, I really am. I'm here because I wanted to give you a present before our Tag Match tonight.
Camden: What the fuck do you have for me?
Peeper: A vibrat...
Borden smacks Peeper once again as the crowd laughs once more. Terry continues.
Borden: It's this...
He holds up the pink tank top. Across the front it reaches "CAMDENITIES". Borden flips the shirt around to reveal... "CAMDENMANIA RUNNIN' WILD". The crowd roars, Borden hands Jocelyn the shirt. She looks at it slight ways confused...
Borden: That's not it...
Terry puts the Pink "CAMDENITIES" bandanna over the head of Jocelyn..
Camden: THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING!
Borden: Put the shirt on.
Camden: NO!
Borden: Please?
Camden: HELL NO.
Borden: Pretty please with..
Peeper: A CLIT ON TOP!
Borden: PEEPER!
Camden slams the door shut. Borden lets out a exhale before looking at Roddy.
Borden: So immature.
The scene fades back to ringside...
MATCH 1:
RUNA SALIN vs JOHN HAMMEL
Diamond: I for one am really excited about our opening match this week. We're going to witness two rising stars here in the WGWF squaring off against one another. The red hot Runa Salin and John Hammel, who was seconds away from besting a determined Alyssa Ferro at Masters of the Mat.
Rotten: Seconds away doesn't get the W, and Runa beat a former world's champion in Peter Gilmour.
Diamond: Are we still on?
Rotten: Now and forever, until wrongs are righted.
Diamond: How about we anticipate this great singles confrontation until then?
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.
Diamond: Runa looks ready for her opponent, one who looks to be up to the task in the flamboyant John Hammel.
Rotten: Should be a fabulous contest.
Diamond: Were you making this a thing or was that a legit comment?
Rotten: I was making this a thing.
Diamond: In this age of being open minded, you're pulling a Tracy Morgan?
Rotten: I certainly don't plan on stabbing someone if that's what you mean.
Diamond: How about we just move on?
Rotten: Fabulous idea.
"She Sells Sanctuary" by The Cult hits the speakers as John Hammel makes his way out onto the entryway ramp to a moderate reaction. He pauses to wave to several fans before heading down the ramp, eyes of Runa.
Diamond: Hammel all business here tonight. Could this be his launching pad? Both of these immense talents seem just about a stone's throw away from a television title shot.
Rotten: We'll see how they fare here tonight. You sometimes only have one shot to impress, let's see how many heads are turned here this evening.
Hammel and Runa engage in a staredown. The son of San Francisco is the first to move in as the bell sounds, pulling Runa into a side headlock.
Diamond: And here we go!
Hammel cinches in the headlock tighter, looking for a very early submission. Runa shoots Hammel into the ropes and leapfrogs him on the rebound. On the second rebound, Runa looks for a hip toss, but Hammel blocks the leg and instead tries for a quick clothesline. Runa ducks it and hoists Hammel up and delivers a staggering back suplex.
Diamond: Crisp delivery by Runa there.
Runa with a quick cover. 1...kickout by Hammel.
Rotten: Runa have a hot date? She seems to want to end this early.
Diamond: And it seems like it'll take a great deal more to put away Hammel, who definitely has something to prove here tonight.
Runa pulling Hammel to his feet. She sends him into the ropes and ducks the head for a high back body drop.
Diamond: Hammel puts on the brakes, he kicks Runa square in the forehead. Runa forces to a vertical base. Hammel steps back...Hammel positions himself...IT'S RAINING...NO! Runa swats it away! Wow, Hammel was about to take a very early trip to the pay window with the superkick delivery.
Runa delivers a clubbing blow to the back and she grabs Hammel by the hair and back and throws him under the bottom rope. Hammel spills out to the arena floor, landing hard.
Diamond: Runa with a sound strategy there and she heads up top. Hammel coming to a vertical base slowly and he turns, Runa with a high cross body and she hits pay dirt!
Hammel crashes hard onto the arena floor as Runa rolls forward and pulls herself up as the ringside fans applaud, very impressed with the high risk maneuver. The referee begins the count as both competitors are on the outside. 1...2...Runa pulls Hammel to his feet and rolls him under the bottom rope and into the ring. Runa follows, breaking the count. She enters and pulls Hammel up, positioning him for a reverse DDT. Runa drops, but Hammel grabs the ropes, blocking his fall.
Diamond: Tremendous tactic to avoid the impact maneuver there by Hammel!
Before Runa can react, Hammel delivers a quick stomp to the forehead, taking Runa off her game. Hammel issues a second boot before reaching down, bringing Runa to her feet. Hammel measures Runa and leaves his feet, issuing a picture perfect dropkick free of charge. Runa staggers back and lands hard in the center of the ring. Hammel eyes his downed opponent as he turns and springboards off the second rope, turning and delivery a stunning legdrop that lands hard across Runa's throat.
Rotten: Terry Borden is surely cheering that one from the locker room!
Diamond: Borden fever has indeed spread throughout the WGWF fanbase and I'm sure he would be quite pleased with that. Can Hammel capitalize with it, though?
Hammel covers and hooks the right leg. 1...2...Runa gets the shoulder up.
Diamond: Close, but no cigar!
Hammel continues his offensive flurry with a succession of right hands before he scoops Runa up and holds her on his shoulder.
Rotten: A running powerslam here would go a long way too...
Diamond: Runa slides down the back, Hammel turns...two chops to the throat...the buzzsaw kicks! LA FETE!
Runa brings Hammel down in a hurry, and the rookie competitor is quick to roll under the bottom rope to regroup as he clutches his chest in pain.
Diamond: She hits those so fast...
Rotten: You're tellin' me, Hammel gritting his teeth would best inform anyone just tuning in of that.
Runa hits the ropes and as Hammel turns, he finds himself the victim of a baseball slide dropkick that sends him into the guardrail. The fans come alive as Hammel's back is forced to engage the cold steel on a blind date. Runa pulls him up and again rolls him back into the ring.
Diamond: Runa not looking to waste anymore time here.
Hammel prone in the center of the ring as Runa climbs onto the apron. She grabs the top rope with both hands and hits a springboard helo.
Diamond: HAMMEL WITH THE KNEES UP!
Rotten: That'll smart.
Runa clutching frantically at her back as Hammel fights to bring himself to a vertical base, still fighting through his own back pain from the baseball slide dropkick. Runa slow to rise, but as does, Hammel delivers a stiff kick to the gut, doubling her over.
Diamond: Hammel signaling that he's going to end it here!
Hammel motioning for his signature cradle piledriver, looking for GAY DAY, he tries to lock the leg as Runa blocks the move by trapping the leg.
Diamond: Hammel wanting to strike it rich here, but RUNA DUMPS HIM UP AND OVER!
Hammel lands hard on the mat, but he is quick to rise. Hammel tries for a quick northern lariat, but Runa ducks and as Hammel turns, she boots him in the gut and draws him in.
Diamond: Now Runa looking to put this baby to bed!
Runa: Really? That's the line you go with?
Diamond: We'll see if it works...J'EN MAI...NO! HAMMEL SLIDES BACK AND AVOIDS THE DOUBLE UNDERHOOK JUMPING PILEDRIVER!
Both competitors are at a standoff as the fans in attendance applaud the back and forth contest. Hammel moves in again, attempting a jumping knee lift that Runa blocks with both forearms. She jams Hammel up with a forearm shiver.
Diamond: Runa pulls Hammel into an inside cradle! 1...2...thr...HAMMEL COUNTERS AND REVERSE THE INSIDE CRADLE INTO ONE OF HIS OWN! 1...2...THR...RUNA ESCAPES! WOW!
Both competitors back to their feet and Runa tries to issue a hard right hand. Hammel ducks it and meets her with an open hand slap. Runa staggers back into the ropes. Hammel charges and Runa ducks, headbutting Hammel in the abdomen as he approaches. Hammel stumbles backwards, losing his balance.
Rotten: That's one way to put your opponent down.
Hammel clutching his gut as Runa quickly leaps to the top rope.
Diamond: Are we going to...JEJUNE STAR! IT HITS! WHAT A MOVE BY RUNA! THE PHOENIX SPLASH IS ON TARGET! HOOK OF THE LEG! 1...2...3! IT'S OVER!
Rotten: Looks like Hammel with have to wait another week to see what a winning paycheck looks like.
Diamond: True indeed, but he brought a hell of a fight to Runa and should be quite pleased with his efforts.
"Spark" by The Bird And The Bee begins to play yet again as Runa comes to her feet, the ringside fans on their feet, pleased with the matchup between the two stars. Runa looks down at Hammel, nodding.
Diamond: Runa seems appreciative of Hammel's efforts here tonight as do these fans.
Rotten: Still doesn't put a bottle of Moet in his limo on the ride home tonight. Sure that a bottle of water in his rental will be quite nice too.
Diamond: Unbelievable. You won't even applaud the efforts of John Hammel here tonight?
Rotten: Did he win?
Diamond: No, but...
Rotten: There's your answer. We'll see what happens next week.
Diamond: Fair enough. Runa still continuing her winning ways here tonight and one has to believe she's in line with the likes of Connor Dempsey, Grappling Gary and others for a crack at the TV title.
Rotten: We'll find out in the coming weeks I suppose.
"Spark" continues to play as Runa exits the ring and heads up the ramp, saluting the ringside fans as the scene cuts back to the loading dock...
G-UNIT ARRIVES...
The scene cuts back to the loading dock where we see a long, black Hummer style limo pulling into the Grand Olympic Auditorium. The crowd boo's loudly as the door swings open, and out steps Alyssa Ferro. She's followed by Kenny Radical, who is followed by the WGWF World Tag Team Champions Dante Anglais and R.J. Palmer.
Rotten: GENESIS is here!
The boo's reach a fever pitch as CHRONIC CHRIS PAGE steps out of the limo followed by Mr. Wrestling #5 who is dressed in black jeans, with a matching black t-shirt sporting the Wrestling #5 mask.
CCP: God it feels great to be back in the house that I BUILT!
The crowd roars louder with boo's. Denise Essex is shown approaching Genesis.
Essex: CCP, Genesis!
All the members of Genesis roll there eyes as Denise approaches.
Essex: Can I get a quick word with you?
Denise asks.
CCP: If you want a friend, go buy a dog. We got business to take care off.
The crowd roars with boo's as Genesis, as a unit walk into the building leaving Denise hanging high and dry as the scene fades to commercial...
OREN ARRIVES!
The scene opens up to somewhere backstage in the arena. We see a shot of one of the empty hallways that flow throughout the arena. The sound of laughter can be heard coming from off camera. The camera quickly pans around to show a few members of the backstage crew laughing with a man who has his back to the camera.
Man: So I ended up stuck there for three hours, butt-naked!
More laughs.
Man: Anyway, I’ll catch you guys later.
The man turns to face the camera and reveals the face of Los Angeles born former XWF Tag Team Champion, Oren! He’s dressed casual, plain White T-Shirt and blue corduroy jeans. He seems incredibly pumped to be here tonight when, suddenly, he stops dead in his tracks, the smile on his face quickly replaced by a slight look of shock.
Oren: Well I’ll be...
The camera pans around to reveal the man who was successful in his own home town just a few days ago; 2011 Master Of The Mat, James Raven. He’s wrapped in bandages following the attack at the end of the Pay-Per-View.
James Raven: Oren!
The two former stable-mates pound fists before Raven continues.
James Raven: What’s going on man? I was going to look you up while we were in LA, see if you wanted to hang out or something but I never expected to see you here.
Oren: Well, I heard the WGWF was in town so I got in touch with a few old friends and manage to snag myself a backstage pass. I’ve been talking to a few of the backstage crew guys, making new friends and all that good stuff. I was hoping to bump into you. Congrats on the big win at Masters Of The Mat. Home-town boy takes it all home; truly poetic. That beating though to close the show though... How bad is it?
James Raven: I’m pretty banged up to be honest. Hurts like hell but thanks for the props man. You been up to much since leaving X-Dub?
Oren: Nah, I took some chill time. I was a little burned out at the end of my run so I took some time off to relax.
James Raven: You know next weeks show is in LA too?
Oren: I do indeed.
James Raven: Planning on jumping into the ring again?
Oren chuckles to himself.
Oren: Is that a challenge?
James Raven: It might be.
Both men exchange a smirk.
Oren: I’m not sure I’m ready to be stepping into the ring against James Raven just yet. One day though...
James Raven: I’ll look forward too it.
Oren sends a nod James’ way before smirking and heading off down the hallway as the camera cuts elsewhere.
MATCH 2:
CONNOR DEMPSEY vs "BIGG RIGG" JOHN GAMBINO
Conner quickly grabs Rigg, and the two engage in a collar and elbow tie up, jostling for position. The superior strength of ‘the former IC Champion’ is clear though, as he easily shoves Dempsey back across the ring. Dempsey stops himself in the corner, blinking in surprise, whilst Rigg smirks in the centre of the ring. Cracking his neck, Dempsey shows no trepidation, as they both yet again meet for a second collar and elbow tie up. But Gambino just shoves him away again.
Rigg is all smiles now, while Conner looks slightly put off, but still goes right back with a third straight collar and elbow tie up. Rigg quickly applies the side headlock, taking Dempsey over and down to the canvas with a side headlock takedown. Dempsey counters with a leg scissors around the neck of Rigg, but the powerful ‘Angry Italian’ powers out of it and clambers back up to his feet. Rigg turns and Conner quickly takes him down with a drop toehold, cinching in an armbar in the process. But Conner isn’t down yet as he brings Rigg back up to his feet, the armbar still in place. John grimaces, swinging backwards with his elbow, but Dempsey evades the swipes … until Rigg grabs a handful of hair and throws him down to the canvas. The crowd boos the blatantly illegal manoeuvre, whilst the referee berates Rigg. Whom just ignores the official in his usual arrogant manner and looks to pull Conner back up to his feet … but Dempsey counters with a second drop toehold and an armbar. Rigg now groans in annoyance more than pain, as he is being schooled by the youngster Dempsey. Conner, the armbar still in place ,brings Rigg back up to his feet … but Rigg suddenly scoops him up, looking for a Scoop Slam … but Demsey counters with a arm drag, cinching in the armbar once again!
Another pop from the crowd, who are fully behind Demsey right now. The youngster wrenches on the shoulder of Rigg for a few moments, causing the veteran to screw up his face in annoyance and pain. Conner comes back up to his feet, with Rigg powering up to, using his momentum to force the young superstar back into the ropes. Dempsey cannot hold onto the armbar and Rigg Irish Whips him across the ring into the opposite set of ropes. Dempsey springs back, ducking the clothesline from Gambino and coming off the other ropes with a quick CROSSBODY! The ref quickly drops down. 1 … 2 … NO! Rigg powers out, still with plenty of fight left.
Rigg kicks out sending Dempsey across the canvas, where he crawls under the bottom rope and jumps up onto the apron. Rigg approaches, visibly angry at almost being pinned … but Dempsey slides under the ropes and through Rigg’s legs. Gambino turns … into another drop toehold and an armbar. Another pop from the fans at Conner showing off his very underrated technical mat wrestling skills. Rigg does not really allow Dempsey to keep him down for long and instead powers up, with Conner hanging on with a hammerlock instead. Showing his brute strength again, Rigg pushes Conner off into the ropes. Who comes flying back, ducking another Clothesline attempt from Rigg and coming off the opposite ropes … into a BIG BOOT.
Rigg sneers down at Dempsey who struggles to get to his knees. Gambino reaches down and grabs another handful of hair and pulls him up, slamming him back down to the canvas. More heat floods in, which Rigg ignores arrogantly. The ref tries to give ‘Angry Italian’ a stern warning, but Rigg pays him no heed, and instead picks Dempsey up and throws him into the nearest corner forcefully. With the youngster reeling, Rigg proceeds to lay into him with a series of clubbing right hands, rocking Conner on his feet. Rigg then forces his knee into the mid drift of Conner, taking the wind out of him, before assaulting his gut with boot after boot. Rigg backs off momentarily from the onslaught, as Conner crumples down to the canvas, gasping for breath and clutching his chest. Smiling at the hostile crowd, Rigg drags Dempsey back up by the hair and pulls him into the middle of the ring, dropping him down to the canvas and cinching in a very physical looking headlock. The crowd boos, as Rigg grimaces with the effort he is putting into the hold, whilst Dempsey begins to turn a horrible tinge of purple. Sneering around the arena, Rigg fumes as the “USA” chants begin in earnest.
Rigg yells at the crowd to “Shut Up”, but Dempsey begins to stir somewhat, his legs shaking. Rigg wrings Dempsey necks back and forth, trying to sap the fight out, but it does not seem to be working. Dempsey arms rise up, as he begins to rise up to his feet, pulling the hapless Rigg up with him too. Rigg tries to fight it, but Dempsey is able to finally make it up to a vertical base … and drills Rigg with a right hand to the gut. Rigg finally relinquishes the headlock, as Dempsey, spurred on by the crowd, races away and springs off the ropes. Rigg turns and Dempsey swings himself up onto Rigg’s shoulders, looking for a Crucifix Pin … but Rigg drops him crashing down to the canvas with a modified SAMOAN DROP! The impact of the move seemingly takes the fight out of Dempsey, as Rigg quickly clambers back up, rebounding off the ropes and dropping a massive elbow across the youngster, followed by a cover. 1 … 2 … NO! Dempsey shows his determination to honor the fans and kicks out. Rigg glowers at the referee, ignoring the crowd’s cheers, and applies a second headlock on the Connor, Connor takes Rigg back into the ropes, he shoots him across the ring with an Irish Whip, Rigg bounces off the ropes nailing Connor with the Rage! Rigg covers.
Referee: ONE..... TWO..... THREE!!
DING....DING....DING....
Masters: The winner of the match, BIGG RIGG JOHN GAMBINO!
The scene fades to the Jumbo Tron...
EARLIER THIS WEEK....
The return from the commercial break opens up in a Detroit, Michigan general hospital. Clipboard in hand, a doctor, glasses hanging down from his eyes, scans the paperwork upon it and looks to a figure off screen, out of view.
Doctor: Room 326. She'll appreciate the visit. Her spirits have been down as of late. Her husband visits her often, but he travels quite a bit in his line of work.
Family Member: Business man?
Doctor: Professional athlete.
Family Member: It'll be great to reconnect with her after so many years, especially considering what has been happening.
The doctor lays a hand on the family member's shoulder.
Doctor: We all appreciate family in grave times such as hers.
The family member nods to the doctor as they are only seen from the waist down. The cameras follow them up the elevator before stopping a floor. A shadow is seen getting on to the elevator alongside the family member. The elevator continies and again rises, eventually it stops on the specified floor, the late evening giving way to empty halls. The family members follows the doctor's directions and finds Room 326. The door is opened and the onlooking audience reacts as they see the nude silhouette of the cancer-stricken wife of the former world champion, Hunter Ryan. She is resting in a tub filled with luke warm water, a heavy sponge on a tray beside her. The family member reaches down and grabs the sponge.
Family Member: Sorry about the delay. We had to switch out staff for the latter evening. How are you feeling Jodi?
She doesn't respond, instead she just lets out a soft sigh.
Family Member: He'll be back soon. You have to know how much he loves you.
Jodi lifts her head, still a little dazed from obviously having gone through chemo earlier in the day. The "family member" dips the sponge in the water and runs the sponge down her back as the audience watches on. The sponge is brought around the front and run down Jodi's bosom, trailing down her stomach before it is wrenched out.
Jodi: Thank you.
Family Member: You're very welcome.
Jodi: I mean, thank you for saying that. I do know how much he loves me.
Family Member: He's a brave man and one to be respected, after all, so many men today would never stand by a sick woman the way that he has stuck by you.
Jodi actually smiles. Surely something positive to be seen in a time of uncertainty for her.
Jodi: I really do love Hunter, with every fiber of my being. If I'm asleep next time he comes in, can you do me a favor?
Family Member: Anything.
Jodi: Tell him what I just said. Several of his last visits have seen my eyes closed.
Family Member: I'm sure he knows, but of course, I'll make sure that even if I'm not here, one of the other staff will.
Her back still to the "family member", Jodi leans her head forward again as a now slender hand takes the sponge once again and wets it, running it down her neck and leading it down just shy of her bottom. It is wrung out again. Jodi emits a pleased sigh and the "family member" rises, dropping the sponge back down. The camera rises and as the audience lays eyes upon the "family member" and the soul standing with arms folded upon one another beside them, a huge reaction of shock follows. Clad in the very mask that he and Chris Page walked away from "Masters Of The Mat" with a victory in, is MR. WRESTLING #5. The scene cuts and the camera fades to commercial...
MATCH 3:
KENNY RADICAL w/ CCP vs AXEL "THE SHARK"
Masters: Ladies and Gentleman the following contest is scheduled for one fall...
"The Rock Lobster" by the B-52's hit the speakers bringing the GOA to a rousing ovation.
Masters: Introducing first, about to make his way to the ring, "THE KIDS CHAMPION", AXEL "THE SHARK"
"Rock Lobster" by The B-52's plays through the arena, much to the delight of the crowd as Axel the Shark leaps out from the back. Axel gives high fives to people in the front row as he makes his way to the ring, jumping over the top rope. He climbs up the turnbuckle, saluting his fans before jumping back down as his music fades away.
Masters: And introducing his opponent..
"So Cold" by Breaking Benjamin hits the speakers drawing loud boo's from the crowd.
Masters: Accompanied to the ring by Chris Page, representing Genesis, KENNY RADICAL!
The boo's grow louder as Kenny Radical steps out to the top of the ramp, followed by Co-Owner Chronic Chris Page. Radical is dressed in new "Genesis" t-shirt which has all the members across the front of the shirt with the words "BORN BETTER" written across the back. CCP leads Kenny towards the ring. They reach ringside before exchanging a high five using both hands before CCP takes his spot in Radical's corner. Kenny slides into the ring where he removes the t-shirt. As Radical's music fades away he throws the Genesis shirt in Axel's face, while Axel is temporarily blinded Radical takes him to the mat with a double leg take down...
DING....DING...DING...
Radical mounts Axel before hammering down with right handed shots before getting off the chest of Axel. The crowd roars with boo's towards Kenny as he stomps Axel in the chest before picking him up to a vertical base. Radical laces Axel across the chest with a chop, he lands a second, followed by a third which sends Axel back into the ropes. Radical explodes towards Axel looking for a clothesline over the top rope, Axel drops down, yanking the top rope down in the process which sends Radical spilling over the top rope and to the floor to a huge pop from the crowd. Axel, runs towards the opposite ropes, and with Radical reaching a vertical base Axel dives through the top and middle rope executing a Suicide Dive taking Radical back down to the floor! The crowd explodes as Axel spings back to his feet. He picks Radical up before tossing him back into the ring. Axel hops up on the ring apron, the crowd pops as Axel climbs to the top turnbuckle. Radical works his way to a vertical base, Axel leaps off the top rope, connecting with a Cross Body Block forcing Radical's shoulders to the mat.
Referee: ONE..... TWO..... THR
Radical kicks out! Axel is to his feet first catching Radical with a forearm shot to the jaw before shooting Radical into the ropes, Radical bounces off the ropes, Axel ducks his head, eating a swinging neckbreaker by Radical. The crowd boo's as Kenny reaches a vertical base. Out on the floor CCP yells some instructions towards Radical. Kenny picks Axel up off the mat before planting him with a hard body slam. Radical bounces off the ropes dropping a elbow across the chest before looking for a cover of his own.
Referee: ONE...... TWO.....T
Axel shoots a shoulder up off the mat to the delight of the crowd. Radical is first to his feet, measuring Axel who pushes himself up off the mat. Radical looks for a boot to the midsection, however, Axel catches the boot, but it's Radical who counters with a inseguri to the back of the neck sending Axel back to the mat. Radical gets back to a vertical base. He picks Axel up off the mat before positioning him for the Radical Ride, the crowd explodes as Axel counters with a backdrop! Radical springs to his feet where he's take down with a clothesline, Radical is back up before being take down with a second clothesline, Radical pops back up ducking under a third clothesline attempt, and as Axel turns around Kenny looks for a Superkick, Axel ducks the attempt, and with Kenny turning around it's Axel who catches Kenny with the Superkick to the jaw! Axel makes a cover.
Referee: ONE..... TWO...... THRE
Kenny shoots a shoulder up off the mat. Axel reache shis feet, pulling Kenny to a vertical base before taking Kenny over with a snap suplex. Axel reaches his feet, the crowd pops as he points to the top turnbuckle. Axel steps out of the ring to the apron before climbing up to the top rope. The crowd boo's as CCP gets up on the apron distracting Axel. During this distraction Kenny gets to his feet, he lunges out hitting the ropes with cause Axel to lose his balance and crotch himself on the top turnbuckle. CCP jumps back down to the floor to avoid getting his man Disqualified as the crowd boo's intently. Radical comes over to the corner where he blasts Axel with a right hand shot. Radical steps up to the middle rope before snitching Axel up, Radical then steps all the way up to the top rope before picking Axel up, taking him backwards, crashing to the mat with a SUPERPLEX! Both Radical and Axel land hard on the mat, but it's Kenny who is the first to his feet. He measures Axel, and as Axel looks to work his way to his feet it's Radical who positions him, hoisting him up in the air before driving him into the mat with the Radical Ride! Kenny makes the cover.
Referee: ONE...... TWO...... THREE!
DING.....DING.... DING....
"So Cold" by Breaking Benjamin hits the speakers to boo's from the crowd.
Masters: The winner of the match, KENNY RADICAL!
CCP slides in the ring, grabbing the wrist of Radical before the referee. He hoists it up in the air as the crowd boo's intently. CCP lowers Radical's arm as we see Kenny walk towards the camera...
RADICAL: RIZZA... MUDD... ONE OF YOU IS GOING TO HAVE SOMETHING THAT I WANT!
Kenny runs his hands across his chest signaling a Championship as the scene fades...
PAUL FROST PROMO....
We cut back to the commentary table
Diamond “There’s no doubt about folks tonight’s main event will have tremendous ramifications when Mudd and Rizza face off for the now vacant Intercontinental….”
“I am Perfection” interrupts Derrick’s comments as the GOA welcome back the so called “perfect” son with an imperfect chorus of more boo’s than cheers. Cameras reach the ramp as seconds later Paul Frost, dressed in a simple black & white linen suit combo. Paul stands at the top of the stage pausing as he looks around the entire GOA before hanging his head as he begins his trek towards the ring.
Rotten “Well if it isn’t Mr. I lost to a girl in my hometown for the Worlds Title and I probably liked it Frost.”
Diamond “A Katy Perry reference Flash?”
Rotten “What?”
Diamond “There is no doubt about it Flash at the MOTM Paul Frost did lose his World Title match but there’s no doubting both Jocelyn and Paul put on one hell of a fight.”
Frost makes it into the ring as the lights in the GOA come back on as Paul is left standing in the ring alone with nothing expect the occasional boo’s mixed with “YOU LOST TO A LESBIAN” or “HOMO” chants. Frost keeps quite allowing the crowd to make its noise, Paul does signal & is handed a mic from a stage hand
Rotten “There giving him a LIVE mic….DANGER…..DANGER”
The crowd quiets down as Paul brings the mic up to his lips but before he can even utter a sound the crowd starts up with a “CAMDEN” chant.
Rotten “Ha…Ha…I love it Derrick these people are going to do what nobody ever could…MUTE perfection”
Diamond “While there is ample reason to keep Paul quite, Flash he obviously came out here for a reason. I for one would like to hear what he has to say.”
In the ring Paul now finds himself leaning up against a corner as the crowd continues to chant & boo. Just as they let up Paul speaks.
Frost: Are you done yet? I have something…..
The crowd again explodes in wave after wave of boo along with “CAMDEN” & “YOU LOST TO A LESBIAN” chants once again.
Frost: You KNOW what?
“WHAT?”
Frost: SHUT UP, I didn’t come out here to waste my or even your time.
“WHAT?”
Frost: Fine act like children I really could care less but I expected so much more from the GOA.
“WHAT?”
Frost: WHAT?
“WHAT?”
Frost: See I came out here tonight to talk about the MATACH the entire world is still talking about. Seven days ago two of and I have no problem saying the VERY best went toe to toe, blow to blow and move for move right here in this very ring for the RICHEST prize in the game today…and I lost.
Fans Pop
Frost: So you like that part?
“WHAT?”
Frost: Back to the matter at hand, I lost….I lost to hopefully a great worlds champion…Jocelyn (POP)….I know we’ll never have thanksgiving dinner together…I know that we’ll never take a road trip….hell I know every time we see each other it’s a triumph we walk away instead of engaging in a backstage brawl. That said I sincerely hope, I gave you a run for my…I mean your championship and if you ever need anther “perfect” worlds title contender…..well I hope I would fit the bill perfectly because for the moment Camden you are the perfect champion.
“WHAT?”
The cameras now zoom in solely on Paul’s face
Frost: Now it’s time I do something each and every one of you chanting fools have demanded ever since my so called “slur” a few weeks ago. It’s no secret that when it come to the Worlds Title I would do and say almost anything in order to wear that championship once more time…..and I did. In my quest to become champion I hurt a lot of people on the way and I know this won’t mean much and won’t change a damn thing….I would like to offer as a man…my deepest…most sincerest and most of all my real life a…ap…apo…ap….PRIMETIME?
Rotten “PRIMETIME?....What the hell does that mean?”
Cameras have panned back showing a large smile growing on Paul’s face as he points to the crowd
Frost: PRIMETIME…LAIDES and GENTELMEN give it up for a WGWF ORGINAL…THE OTHER GODFATHER OF THE UNTOUCHABLES and most of all a true friend….PRIMETIME!!!!
The GOA pops as cameras show former WGWF superstar Primetime sitting in a second row ringside seat. The former tag team champion stands up and enjoys this moment of popularity.
Rotten “Yay…its Primetime….now Paul let’s get back to your total and global humiliation….you were saying something?”
Frost: Get him up here…let him pass.
With the crowd encouraging him, Primetime hops the guardrail as he steps back into the ring soaking up the crowd’s cheers as he & his former tag team partner embrace in the ring for the first time in years.
Diamond “NOW WHAT A MOMENT we are witnessing….the original Untouchables….these two men MADE the tag team division many moons ago. You talk about partners in crime Primetime and Frost two Canadian boys run wild and took no prisoners but plenty of championships.”
After the embrace Paul raises Primetime hand before taking back to the mic
Frost: Alright give it up for Primetime….now before this “perfect” reunion can continue there is one more thing I have to say to all the people I hurt I’m…..
*BAM*
Diamond “WHAT IN THE NAME?”
The GOA goes completely silent as out of nowhere Paul Frost turns around and is blasted in the face with a baseball bat from PRIMETIME!!!!!!!!!! Paul is laid out cold on the canvas as Primetime stares over his “friend” with absolutely no remorse shown.
Rotten “Well I guess the moment is over.”
Slowly Primetime backs out of the ring and hops over the rail leaving Frost lying lifeless in the ring and the GOA still has not made a sound.
Diamond “WE NEED SOME HELP OUT HERE….PAUL FROST IS OUT…COLD!!!!!”
Brawl cut to a break with the final image of that segment Paul Frost motionless on the canvas as trainers & EMT’s arrive on scene. The scene cuts elsewhere, to the Co Owners Office...
RANMA SAOTOME'S BLOCKBUSTER JULY 4TH MAIN EVENT ANNOUNCED
The sound of a door slamming. Backstage, the cameras rise and find focus upon one half of the ownership duo, "Chronic" Chris Page. He is wearing a scowl as he stares down the other half of the odd couple who is hidden behind a smattering of paperwork that he stares up from, a mug of coffee within his grasp.
CCP: You've got some fuckin' nerve, you know that?
Ranma sets down a pen in his hand, curious at to the anger in Page's voice. Ranma rises and motions to Page to allow cooler heads to prevail.
Ranma: Look, I'm still getting my feet wet with some of these business decisions. I admit the WGWF ice cream bars might not be the best investment based on the failure of such a line in the early to late eighties, but who's to say that the common fan doesn't want to experience the sweet cream taste of the world's champion?
Laughter from the audience.
Ranma: The Jocelyn Camden bar already has an immense pre-order statistic attached to it...granted we also have a nutty Peter Gilmour bar that hasn't exactly gotten off the ground floor, but we'll ride that ship out and...
CCP: YOU KNOW EXACTLY WHAT I'M TALKING ABOUT!
Ranma stands there like a kid who's been caught with his hand in the cookie jar.
Ranma: Can I buy a vowel?
CCP: Next week's brawl...THE FOURTH OF JULY!
Ranma snaps his fingers and grins, turning around and heading back towards his desk, over which now hang a few more framed photos of moments from his illustrious career.
Ranma: Masters of the Mat was a huge success. Some tremendous booking, great action, overall I'm pleased. Speaking of the fourth of July, what are you plans? I've got a place in the South Hampton's booked and it looks like we're going to have frankfurter's on, probably some burger's, ribs, the usual favorites. I'm working on getting a phone call returned from Tom Brady, got this idea for a photo op of him standing alongside me, an apple pie and a baseball and it truly should...
CCP: You just can't let me have a moment, can you?
Ranma's smile fades and his expression turns. He walks towards CCP, stopping just three feet shy of him, respecting the rule of space.
Ranma: A moment, huh? Well let's see, you're heading out to ringside along your stablemates pretty much the entire evening, you booked you and your mystery man at the pay per view, you can't seem to keep yourself out of the world title matches, let alone Dixon's affairs and you're asking me to allow you a moment?
Before CCP can respond, Ranma whirls around, hands at his back and he walks back towards his desk, stopping short of the framed photos.
Ranma: So you're booked next week...fine, it'll give you yet another opportunity to "have a moment" as you put it, but can I offer you some advice?
CCP rolls his eyes and motions for Ranma to continue.
CCP: By all means.
Ranma: I can still feel it.
CCP: Pardon?
Ranma: You came at me, Raven came at me, Rage, Fuzz, Rigg...all the legends of the sport, tried and true, but my confrontation with him...it was the one time I truly felt like I lost. I remember what it felt like when the heel of his boot crashed against the side of my face, I had to see Dr. Lombawitz for the better part of two months following that illustrious moment, and I had to do it when I wasn't competing on weekly programming.
Page listens on as Ranma reaches up and pulls down the legendary image of the moment it all came crashing down on that one great night.
Ranma: A lot of people have made me laugh, many have made me bleed, some have given me headaches, some have bored me. I spat on many, I shat on a few...but there is one who earned my respect and will always have it and you will face him in singles action in the main event next week.
Ranma tosses the photo to Page who catches it with quick hands.
Ranma: I know you can fight it, but you won't. Despite our many differences, you are a man who wants to compete...you may be one of the biggest pricks, trying to prove how big his is, in the history of this business, but you're just like many of us who know where we stand with this business, you'll take this, because if you best him in singles action, like you and your partner did at the pay per view, you'll have done something I couldn't...
The framed photo comes into focus, the image of the superkick to Ranma's jaw that took away a six month title reign.
Ranma: You'll have beaten
BIG SHANK.
Page tosses the photo back to Ranma before turning towards the door.
Ranma: Oh, one more thing.
Ranma reaches into his suit jacket pocket and he withdraws a business card, handing it to CCP.
Ranma: This is Dr. Lombawitz's number, tell him I sent you, he'll most certainly get you in right away.
CCP flings the business card back at Ranma hitting him in the forehead before he turns and storms out of the office, Ranma heading back to his own desk and taking a seat as the camera pans back to ringside.
Diamond: CCP AND BIG SHANK NEXT WEEK!
Rotten: That's a holy and a four letter word to follow! Hell of a match, a DREAM match in every sense of the word!
Diamond: Happy Fourth of July to our fans in attendance next week, you're going to get to enjoy a classic!!
Brawl fades to commerical...
SHOWCASE w/ Grappling Guru featuring WGWF TV Champion, NATHAN LUCAS!
“Glass Shatters begins to play on the PA system and the crowd erupts. Double G slowly and gingerly emerges from the entranceway wearing jeans and a black Double G shirt.
Diamond: This man last week in a loss proved he does have what it takes to contend. The Double G Nathan Lucas matched was not talked about or hyped like the others but those who watched it know it was a wrestling clinic.
Rotten: That may be true but bottom line he still lost.
Double G walks up the ramp slapping hands with some fans and slowly makes his way up the stairs and through the ropes. He grabs a mic and just stares out in the crowd before beginning to talk.
“DOU- BLE-G, DOU- BLE-G, DOU- BLE-G, DOU- BLE-G, DOU- BLE-G, DOU- BLE-G,”
Rotten: I don’t get these people, he lost! I thought Los Angeles cheered winners not losers!
Diamond: We were all winners in that match. Just shut up and listen.
GG: Last week Nathan Lucas and I fought for the WGWF Television Title. It wasn’t the most talked about or hyped match. It didn’t have the TMZ appeal of a Frost Camden match. However when that bell rang we both left it all out on that mat. I’m sore and I’m beaten up but not as much as Nathan Lucas.
“NA-THAN LU-CAS, NA-THAN LU-CAS, NA-THAN LU-CAS, NA-THAN LU-CAS, NA-THAN LU-CAS,”
GG: That’s right if there’s nobody who already knew Nathan Lucas got injured last week. It’s because of those injuries will have to vacate the TV Title.
“BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO”
Diamond: What?
Rotten: That’s damn robbery. I bet that was Double G’s plan all along. First it’s his wife and now our TV Champion.
GG: Yeah it’s a weird set of circumstances for sure. Tonight I still wanted to have him on the debut edition of my show “Showcase”. So allow me to introduce to you ladies and gentlemen the WGWF Television Champion, NATHAN LUCAS!
“Ladies & Gentlemen” by Saliva suddenly blats of the PA as the fans are to their feet once again. He walks even more gingerly than Double G was with his ribs taped with the TV Title draped over his shoulder. You can clearly see his face in pain with each step as he tries to slap hands with some fans. He makes his way to the apron as Double G opens the ropes for him Nathan just stops and looks confused and is slow to trust Double G. He eventually slowly gets through the ropes with the aide of Double G. Double G even hands him a mic. Both men are now in the ring and look out into the crowd.
“THANK-YOU, THANK-YOU, THANK-YOU, THANK-YOU”
GG: So champ welcome to the show.
Nathan just stares at Double G and slowly put the mic to his mouth.
Nathan: Double G what’s all this?
GG: All what?
Nathan: This whole show, I mean is it just a way to get back in the TV Title picture.
Double G just laughs.
GG: No not all, last week just was special. I don’t think you get it. There is only match I had that felt like this and it at Wrestle Wars against Paul Frost.
Nathan: And you lost that too…..
“OOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHH”
GG; Funny, all I’m saying is our match stole the show. The people in the back were talking, the fans were chatting. I have heard it all and just thought a show like this was appropriate to celebrate it. I know you’re injured and likely will have to drop the TV Title. However that doesn’t change the fact we put on a wrestling clinic last week. You see I think going into that match there was a lot of disrespect going both ways. I mean I didn’t respect you and you didn’t respect me. I would like to think through this match respect has been gained. I know now I respect you and hope we can do it again soon.
“ONE-MORE-MATCH, ONE-MORE-MATCH, ONE-MORE-MATCH, ONE-MORE-MATCH”
Nathan: You’re right… I have gained respect for you. You did test me more than I thought both mentally and as you can see physically, I would not have a problem facing you again for this title.
The fans cheer as Double G nods his head in approval.
Nathan: However it’s not my decision. I may not even have the belt to compete for soon.
“BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO.”
"Wait a tick..."
"The A La Menthe" by La Caution begins to reverberate throughout the arena as Ranma Saotome suddenly comes out of the entranceway wearing a beautiful black Canali suit as the fans cheer once again.
Diamond: Well here comes one half of the ownership duo.
Rotten: Oh god, this never ends well.
Ranma slowly makes his way down the ramp and to the ring as he talks.
Ranma: I was in the back watching this and I think I can clear some things up for everyone here tonight...to quote the great Daniel Plainview from "There Will Be Blood", I'll just give you some good old fashioned plain speak here tonight. Nathan Lucas will in fact vacate the TV title here tonight. Being the bearer of bad news is something that I don't take kindly too these days as I'm a money man, but the fact of the matter is...Nathan, you know what I know...
“BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO”
Ranma turns to Nathan.
Ranma: Nathan, I need that belt. You haven't been medically cleared to meet the mandatory deadline to defend that title as advertised. Brass tax is, it's a business decision even if it isn't a popular one.
Nathan slowly hands Ranma the belt as a chorus of boos is heard once again.
Ranma: So as far as the title picture now goes, Double G you did lose last week at "Masters of the Mat", however I think your efforts still merit some reward. So next week here live on our special FOURTH OF JULY Brawl there will be a TV Title match. It will be Double G versus Conner Dempsey, and….
Suddenly the crowd roars with boo's as CCP appears on the Jumbo Tron...
Page: Oh look Ranma, I have to clean your mess again. Double G and Dempsey? really? That the best you can come up with?! Well I can’t totally fix that but I can add to it. I’m going to put some Genesis flavor in this pile of shit. It’s now Double G versus Conner Dempsey versus Alyssa Ferro in a TRIPLE THREAT MATCH!!
The fans explode at that blockbuster of a match. Ranma gets closer to the ropes and stares straight out to Page.
Ranma: Well played Page. Sound booking and it certainly puts more bottoms in our arena seats, so why not raise the bar even more as we engage this e-peen contest. Our special guest referee….. NATHAN LUCAS!!!
The fans now get even louder.
Diamond: Oh my! I can’t believe it! A pay per view quality match for free next week! HAPPY FOURTH OF...
Rotten: Are you kidding me? Alyssa will mop the floor with both of those meat heads!
Page just stands on the ramp glaring at Ranma as the camera slowly cuts back to the locker room
ANDRE DIXON HAS SOMETHING TO SAY...
We cut to the interview area where Denise Essex is shown standing in front of the WGWF backdrop.
Essex- "My guest at this time, ANDRE "THE KING" DIXON!
The crowd roars as the camera pans back to reveal Andre standing next to Denise Essex.
Essex- "Andre, you asked for this time tonight... so please, tell the world what's on your mind."
Andre takes the microphone from Denise before turning his attention towards the camera.
DIXON: Over the last month or so I've been involved in a heated feud with one Chris Page. Last month, I knocked that bastard out of the Masters of the Mat Tournament... Last week, that bastard bested me inside Hell in a Cell. From where I'm standing that's one match a piece...
Dixon takes a brief moment before continuing.
DIXON: I've never been a fan of tie ball games. Which is why TONIGHT.... I am issuing a challenge to Chris Page for Adrenaline!
The crowd explodes at the challenge.
DIXON: Only this match isn't going to be a tag match with mystery partners, it isn't going to be No Holds Barred... It's going to be THREE STAGES OF HELL!
The GOA explodes!
DIXON: What cha say Chris? THE WAR TO SETTLE THE SCORE!
Dixon drops the microphone as the crowd roars. The scene fades back to ringside.
MONDAY NIGHT BRAWL
GRAND OLYMPIC AUDITORIUM
LOS ANGELES, CALIFORNIA
SOLD OUT
3,500
The scene fades into the SOLD OUT Grand Olympic Auditorium in Los Angeles, California! The crowd is roaring as we take the air, we fade to ringside with Derrick Diamond and Flash Rotten are shown sitting ringside, eager to call tonight's action.
Diamond: Ladies and Gentleman... We're HOME! We're back LIVE in the birthplace of the World Global Wrestling Federation, we're LIVE from the Grand Olypmic Auditorium, we're LIVE for MONDAY NIGHT BRAWL! Good evening, I'm Derrick Diamond with Flash Rotten, coming off the heels of Masters of the Mat we're looking to go full steam ahead to ADRENALINE!
Rotten: What a night Masters of the Mat turned out to be, but what a night that's shaped up LIVE tonight in Los Angeles. Our Main Event is for the now vacate WGWF Intercontinental Championship... Zach Rizza vs Jason Mudd!
Diamond: The rivalry continues TONIGHT, and with the WGWF Intercontinental Championship hanging in the balance it's anyone's ball game!
Rotten: It's going to be a HISTORIC night tonight folks... Wait... Hang on...
Diamond: Terry Borden??
The scene cuts backstage...
TERRY BORDEN MEETS JOCELYN CAMDEN...
The scene opens backstage, outside Jocelyn Camden's dressing room. The camera pans back to reveal Terry FUCKING Borden and "Hot Bod" Roddy Peeper standing outside the door. The crowd explodes upon seeing Borden. In his hand is a pink shirt with matching Banadanna.
Peeper: Knock on the door...
Borden: I'm nervous brother!
Peeper: Stop being such a pussy... it's just a lesbian.
Borden: That's what scares me dude! She might bite my hand off just on principal.
Roddy Peeper lets out a sigh before banging on the door so loud one would think the Police where there.
"FUCK!"
Is heard from inside the locker room as Peeper bangs on the door harder before Jocelyn Camden swings the door open.
Camden: What the FU... Oh, it's Terry Borden!
Borden: H... He... Hey Joceyln.
Borden glances over towards Roddy Peeper before he introduces him.
Borden: This is a good buddy of mine, Roddy Peeper.
The crowd breaks out into laughter as the "Hot Bod" stares straight at the chest, or lack there of on Camden.
Camden: CAN I HELP YOU!
Peeper looks at Camden's lower area before glancing towards Borden.
Peeper: Waist of time, no camel toe...
Borden back hands Peeper across the chest..
Camden: FUCK OFF!
Camden looks to slam the door, but Terry stops it with his hand.
Borden: I'm sorry about him Jocelyn, I really am. I'm here because I wanted to give you a present before our Tag Match tonight.
Camden: What the fuck do you have for me?
Peeper: A vibrat...
Borden smacks Peeper once again as the crowd laughs once more. Terry continues.
Borden: It's this...
He holds up the pink tank top. Across the front it reaches "CAMDENITIES". Borden flips the shirt around to reveal... "CAMDENMANIA RUNNIN' WILD". The crowd roars, Borden hands Jocelyn the shirt. She looks at it slight ways confused...
Borden: That's not it...
Terry puts the Pink "CAMDENITIES" bandanna over the head of Jocelyn..
Camden: THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING!
Borden: Put the shirt on.
Camden: NO!
Borden: Please?
Camden: HELL NO.
Borden: Pretty please with..
Peeper: A CLIT ON TOP!
Borden: PEEPER!
Camden slams the door shut. Borden lets out a exhale before looking at Roddy.
Borden: So immature.
The scene fades back to ringside...
MATCH 1:
RUNA SALIN vs JOHN HAMMEL
Diamond: I for one am really excited about our opening match this week. We're going to witness two rising stars here in the WGWF squaring off against one another. The red hot Runa Salin and John Hammel, who was seconds away from besting a determined Alyssa Ferro at Masters of the Mat.
Rotten: Seconds away doesn't get the W, and Runa beat a former world's champion in Peter Gilmour.
Diamond: Are we still on?
Rotten: Now and forever, until wrongs are righted.
Diamond: How about we anticipate this great singles confrontation until then?
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.
Diamond: Runa looks ready for her opponent, one who looks to be up to the task in the flamboyant John Hammel.
Rotten: Should be a fabulous contest.
Diamond: Were you making this a thing or was that a legit comment?
Rotten: I was making this a thing.
Diamond: In this age of being open minded, you're pulling a Tracy Morgan?
Rotten: I certainly don't plan on stabbing someone if that's what you mean.
Diamond: How about we just move on?
Rotten: Fabulous idea.
"She Sells Sanctuary" by The Cult hits the speakers as John Hammel makes his way out onto the entryway ramp to a moderate reaction. He pauses to wave to several fans before heading down the ramp, eyes of Runa.
Diamond: Hammel all business here tonight. Could this be his launching pad? Both of these immense talents seem just about a stone's throw away from a television title shot.
Rotten: We'll see how they fare here tonight. You sometimes only have one shot to impress, let's see how many heads are turned here this evening.
Hammel and Runa engage in a staredown. The son of San Francisco is the first to move in as the bell sounds, pulling Runa into a side headlock.
Diamond: And here we go!
Hammel cinches in the headlock tighter, looking for a very early submission. Runa shoots Hammel into the ropes and leapfrogs him on the rebound. On the second rebound, Runa looks for a hip toss, but Hammel blocks the leg and instead tries for a quick clothesline. Runa ducks it and hoists Hammel up and delivers a staggering back suplex.
Diamond: Crisp delivery by Runa there.
Runa with a quick cover. 1...kickout by Hammel.
Rotten: Runa have a hot date? She seems to want to end this early.
Diamond: And it seems like it'll take a great deal more to put away Hammel, who definitely has something to prove here tonight.
Runa pulling Hammel to his feet. She sends him into the ropes and ducks the head for a high back body drop.
Diamond: Hammel puts on the brakes, he kicks Runa square in the forehead. Runa forces to a vertical base. Hammel steps back...Hammel positions himself...IT'S RAINING...NO! Runa swats it away! Wow, Hammel was about to take a very early trip to the pay window with the superkick delivery.
Runa delivers a clubbing blow to the back and she grabs Hammel by the hair and back and throws him under the bottom rope. Hammel spills out to the arena floor, landing hard.
Diamond: Runa with a sound strategy there and she heads up top. Hammel coming to a vertical base slowly and he turns, Runa with a high cross body and she hits pay dirt!
Hammel crashes hard onto the arena floor as Runa rolls forward and pulls herself up as the ringside fans applaud, very impressed with the high risk maneuver. The referee begins the count as both competitors are on the outside. 1...2...Runa pulls Hammel to his feet and rolls him under the bottom rope and into the ring. Runa follows, breaking the count. She enters and pulls Hammel up, positioning him for a reverse DDT. Runa drops, but Hammel grabs the ropes, blocking his fall.
Diamond: Tremendous tactic to avoid the impact maneuver there by Hammel!
Before Runa can react, Hammel delivers a quick stomp to the forehead, taking Runa off her game. Hammel issues a second boot before reaching down, bringing Runa to her feet. Hammel measures Runa and leaves his feet, issuing a picture perfect dropkick free of charge. Runa staggers back and lands hard in the center of the ring. Hammel eyes his downed opponent as he turns and springboards off the second rope, turning and delivery a stunning legdrop that lands hard across Runa's throat.
Rotten: Terry Borden is surely cheering that one from the locker room!
Diamond: Borden fever has indeed spread throughout the WGWF fanbase and I'm sure he would be quite pleased with that. Can Hammel capitalize with it, though?
Hammel covers and hooks the right leg. 1...2...Runa gets the shoulder up.
Diamond: Close, but no cigar!
Hammel continues his offensive flurry with a succession of right hands before he scoops Runa up and holds her on his shoulder.
Rotten: A running powerslam here would go a long way too...
Diamond: Runa slides down the back, Hammel turns...two chops to the throat...the buzzsaw kicks! LA FETE!
Runa brings Hammel down in a hurry, and the rookie competitor is quick to roll under the bottom rope to regroup as he clutches his chest in pain.
Diamond: She hits those so fast...
Rotten: You're tellin' me, Hammel gritting his teeth would best inform anyone just tuning in of that.
Runa hits the ropes and as Hammel turns, he finds himself the victim of a baseball slide dropkick that sends him into the guardrail. The fans come alive as Hammel's back is forced to engage the cold steel on a blind date. Runa pulls him up and again rolls him back into the ring.
Diamond: Runa not looking to waste anymore time here.
Hammel prone in the center of the ring as Runa climbs onto the apron. She grabs the top rope with both hands and hits a springboard helo.
Diamond: HAMMEL WITH THE KNEES UP!
Rotten: That'll smart.
Runa clutching frantically at her back as Hammel fights to bring himself to a vertical base, still fighting through his own back pain from the baseball slide dropkick. Runa slow to rise, but as does, Hammel delivers a stiff kick to the gut, doubling her over.
Diamond: Hammel signaling that he's going to end it here!
Hammel motioning for his signature cradle piledriver, looking for GAY DAY, he tries to lock the leg as Runa blocks the move by trapping the leg.
Diamond: Hammel wanting to strike it rich here, but RUNA DUMPS HIM UP AND OVER!
Hammel lands hard on the mat, but he is quick to rise. Hammel tries for a quick northern lariat, but Runa ducks and as Hammel turns, she boots him in the gut and draws him in.
Diamond: Now Runa looking to put this baby to bed!
Runa: Really? That's the line you go with?
Diamond: We'll see if it works...J'EN MAI...NO! HAMMEL SLIDES BACK AND AVOIDS THE DOUBLE UNDERHOOK JUMPING PILEDRIVER!
Both competitors are at a standoff as the fans in attendance applaud the back and forth contest. Hammel moves in again, attempting a jumping knee lift that Runa blocks with both forearms. She jams Hammel up with a forearm shiver.
Diamond: Runa pulls Hammel into an inside cradle! 1...2...thr...HAMMEL COUNTERS AND REVERSE THE INSIDE CRADLE INTO ONE OF HIS OWN! 1...2...THR...RUNA ESCAPES! WOW!
Both competitors back to their feet and Runa tries to issue a hard right hand. Hammel ducks it and meets her with an open hand slap. Runa staggers back into the ropes. Hammel charges and Runa ducks, headbutting Hammel in the abdomen as he approaches. Hammel stumbles backwards, losing his balance.
Rotten: That's one way to put your opponent down.
Hammel clutching his gut as Runa quickly leaps to the top rope.
Diamond: Are we going to...JEJUNE STAR! IT HITS! WHAT A MOVE BY RUNA! THE PHOENIX SPLASH IS ON TARGET! HOOK OF THE LEG! 1...2...3! IT'S OVER!
Rotten: Looks like Hammel with have to wait another week to see what a winning paycheck looks like.
Diamond: True indeed, but he brought a hell of a fight to Runa and should be quite pleased with his efforts.
"Spark" by The Bird And The Bee begins to play yet again as Runa comes to her feet, the ringside fans on their feet, pleased with the matchup between the two stars. Runa looks down at Hammel, nodding.
Diamond: Runa seems appreciative of Hammel's efforts here tonight as do these fans.
Rotten: Still doesn't put a bottle of Moet in his limo on the ride home tonight. Sure that a bottle of water in his rental will be quite nice too.
Diamond: Unbelievable. You won't even applaud the efforts of John Hammel here tonight?
Rotten: Did he win?
Diamond: No, but...
Rotten: There's your answer. We'll see what happens next week.
Diamond: Fair enough. Runa still continuing her winning ways here tonight and one has to believe she's in line with the likes of Connor Dempsey, Grappling Gary and others for a crack at the TV title.
Rotten: We'll find out in the coming weeks I suppose.
"Spark" continues to play as Runa exits the ring and heads up the ramp, saluting the ringside fans as the scene cuts back to the loading dock...
G-UNIT ARRIVES...
The scene cuts back to the loading dock where we see a long, black Hummer style limo pulling into the Grand Olympic Auditorium. The crowd boo's loudly as the door swings open, and out steps Alyssa Ferro. She's followed by Kenny Radical, who is followed by the WGWF World Tag Team Champions Dante Anglais and R.J. Palmer.
Rotten: GENESIS is here!
The boo's reach a fever pitch as CHRONIC CHRIS PAGE steps out of the limo followed by Mr. Wrestling #5 who is dressed in black jeans, with a matching black t-shirt sporting the Wrestling #5 mask.
CCP: God it feels great to be back in the house that I BUILT!
The crowd roars louder with boo's. Denise Essex is shown approaching Genesis.
Essex: CCP, Genesis!
All the members of Genesis roll there eyes as Denise approaches.
Essex: Can I get a quick word with you?
Denise asks.
CCP: If you want a friend, go buy a dog. We got business to take care off.
The crowd roars with boo's as Genesis, as a unit walk into the building leaving Denise hanging high and dry as the scene fades to commercial...
OREN ARRIVES!
The scene opens up to somewhere backstage in the arena. We see a shot of one of the empty hallways that flow throughout the arena. The sound of laughter can be heard coming from off camera. The camera quickly pans around to show a few members of the backstage crew laughing with a man who has his back to the camera.
Man: So I ended up stuck there for three hours, butt-naked!
More laughs.
Man: Anyway, I’ll catch you guys later.
The man turns to face the camera and reveals the face of Los Angeles born former XWF Tag Team Champion, Oren! He’s dressed casual, plain White T-Shirt and blue corduroy jeans. He seems incredibly pumped to be here tonight when, suddenly, he stops dead in his tracks, the smile on his face quickly replaced by a slight look of shock.
Oren: Well I’ll be...
The camera pans around to reveal the man who was successful in his own home town just a few days ago; 2011 Master Of The Mat, James Raven. He’s wrapped in bandages following the attack at the end of the Pay-Per-View.
James Raven: Oren!
The two former stable-mates pound fists before Raven continues.
James Raven: What’s going on man? I was going to look you up while we were in LA, see if you wanted to hang out or something but I never expected to see you here.
Oren: Well, I heard the WGWF was in town so I got in touch with a few old friends and manage to snag myself a backstage pass. I’ve been talking to a few of the backstage crew guys, making new friends and all that good stuff. I was hoping to bump into you. Congrats on the big win at Masters Of The Mat. Home-town boy takes it all home; truly poetic. That beating though to close the show though... How bad is it?
James Raven: I’m pretty banged up to be honest. Hurts like hell but thanks for the props man. You been up to much since leaving X-Dub?
Oren: Nah, I took some chill time. I was a little burned out at the end of my run so I took some time off to relax.
James Raven: You know next weeks show is in LA too?
Oren: I do indeed.
James Raven: Planning on jumping into the ring again?
Oren chuckles to himself.
Oren: Is that a challenge?
James Raven: It might be.
Both men exchange a smirk.
Oren: I’m not sure I’m ready to be stepping into the ring against James Raven just yet. One day though...
James Raven: I’ll look forward too it.
Oren sends a nod James’ way before smirking and heading off down the hallway as the camera cuts elsewhere.
MATCH 2:
CONNOR DEMPSEY vs "BIGG RIGG" JOHN GAMBINO
Conner quickly grabs Rigg, and the two engage in a collar and elbow tie up, jostling for position. The superior strength of ‘the former IC Champion’ is clear though, as he easily shoves Dempsey back across the ring. Dempsey stops himself in the corner, blinking in surprise, whilst Rigg smirks in the centre of the ring. Cracking his neck, Dempsey shows no trepidation, as they both yet again meet for a second collar and elbow tie up. But Gambino just shoves him away again.
Rigg is all smiles now, while Conner looks slightly put off, but still goes right back with a third straight collar and elbow tie up. Rigg quickly applies the side headlock, taking Dempsey over and down to the canvas with a side headlock takedown. Dempsey counters with a leg scissors around the neck of Rigg, but the powerful ‘Angry Italian’ powers out of it and clambers back up to his feet. Rigg turns and Conner quickly takes him down with a drop toehold, cinching in an armbar in the process. But Conner isn’t down yet as he brings Rigg back up to his feet, the armbar still in place. John grimaces, swinging backwards with his elbow, but Dempsey evades the swipes … until Rigg grabs a handful of hair and throws him down to the canvas. The crowd boos the blatantly illegal manoeuvre, whilst the referee berates Rigg. Whom just ignores the official in his usual arrogant manner and looks to pull Conner back up to his feet … but Dempsey counters with a second drop toehold and an armbar. Rigg now groans in annoyance more than pain, as he is being schooled by the youngster Dempsey. Conner, the armbar still in place ,brings Rigg back up to his feet … but Rigg suddenly scoops him up, looking for a Scoop Slam … but Demsey counters with a arm drag, cinching in the armbar once again!
Another pop from the crowd, who are fully behind Demsey right now. The youngster wrenches on the shoulder of Rigg for a few moments, causing the veteran to screw up his face in annoyance and pain. Conner comes back up to his feet, with Rigg powering up to, using his momentum to force the young superstar back into the ropes. Dempsey cannot hold onto the armbar and Rigg Irish Whips him across the ring into the opposite set of ropes. Dempsey springs back, ducking the clothesline from Gambino and coming off the other ropes with a quick CROSSBODY! The ref quickly drops down. 1 … 2 … NO! Rigg powers out, still with plenty of fight left.
Rigg kicks out sending Dempsey across the canvas, where he crawls under the bottom rope and jumps up onto the apron. Rigg approaches, visibly angry at almost being pinned … but Dempsey slides under the ropes and through Rigg’s legs. Gambino turns … into another drop toehold and an armbar. Another pop from the fans at Conner showing off his very underrated technical mat wrestling skills. Rigg does not really allow Dempsey to keep him down for long and instead powers up, with Conner hanging on with a hammerlock instead. Showing his brute strength again, Rigg pushes Conner off into the ropes. Who comes flying back, ducking another Clothesline attempt from Rigg and coming off the opposite ropes … into a BIG BOOT.
Rigg sneers down at Dempsey who struggles to get to his knees. Gambino reaches down and grabs another handful of hair and pulls him up, slamming him back down to the canvas. More heat floods in, which Rigg ignores arrogantly. The ref tries to give ‘Angry Italian’ a stern warning, but Rigg pays him no heed, and instead picks Dempsey up and throws him into the nearest corner forcefully. With the youngster reeling, Rigg proceeds to lay into him with a series of clubbing right hands, rocking Conner on his feet. Rigg then forces his knee into the mid drift of Conner, taking the wind out of him, before assaulting his gut with boot after boot. Rigg backs off momentarily from the onslaught, as Conner crumples down to the canvas, gasping for breath and clutching his chest. Smiling at the hostile crowd, Rigg drags Dempsey back up by the hair and pulls him into the middle of the ring, dropping him down to the canvas and cinching in a very physical looking headlock. The crowd boos, as Rigg grimaces with the effort he is putting into the hold, whilst Dempsey begins to turn a horrible tinge of purple. Sneering around the arena, Rigg fumes as the “USA” chants begin in earnest.
Rigg yells at the crowd to “Shut Up”, but Dempsey begins to stir somewhat, his legs shaking. Rigg wrings Dempsey necks back and forth, trying to sap the fight out, but it does not seem to be working. Dempsey arms rise up, as he begins to rise up to his feet, pulling the hapless Rigg up with him too. Rigg tries to fight it, but Dempsey is able to finally make it up to a vertical base … and drills Rigg with a right hand to the gut. Rigg finally relinquishes the headlock, as Dempsey, spurred on by the crowd, races away and springs off the ropes. Rigg turns and Dempsey swings himself up onto Rigg’s shoulders, looking for a Crucifix Pin … but Rigg drops him crashing down to the canvas with a modified SAMOAN DROP! The impact of the move seemingly takes the fight out of Dempsey, as Rigg quickly clambers back up, rebounding off the ropes and dropping a massive elbow across the youngster, followed by a cover. 1 … 2 … NO! Dempsey shows his determination to honor the fans and kicks out. Rigg glowers at the referee, ignoring the crowd’s cheers, and applies a second headlock on the Connor, Connor takes Rigg back into the ropes, he shoots him across the ring with an Irish Whip, Rigg bounces off the ropes nailing Connor with the Rage! Rigg covers.
Referee: ONE..... TWO..... THREE!!
DING....DING....DING....
Masters: The winner of the match, BIGG RIGG JOHN GAMBINO!
The scene fades to the Jumbo Tron...
EARLIER THIS WEEK....
The return from the commercial break opens up in a Detroit, Michigan general hospital. Clipboard in hand, a doctor, glasses hanging down from his eyes, scans the paperwork upon it and looks to a figure off screen, out of view.
Doctor: Room 326. She'll appreciate the visit. Her spirits have been down as of late. Her husband visits her often, but he travels quite a bit in his line of work.
Family Member: Business man?
Doctor: Professional athlete.
Family Member: It'll be great to reconnect with her after so many years, especially considering what has been happening.
The doctor lays a hand on the family member's shoulder.
Doctor: We all appreciate family in grave times such as hers.
The family member nods to the doctor as they are only seen from the waist down. The cameras follow them up the elevator before stopping a floor. A shadow is seen getting on to the elevator alongside the family member. The elevator continies and again rises, eventually it stops on the specified floor, the late evening giving way to empty halls. The family members follows the doctor's directions and finds Room 326. The door is opened and the onlooking audience reacts as they see the nude silhouette of the cancer-stricken wife of the former world champion, Hunter Ryan. She is resting in a tub filled with luke warm water, a heavy sponge on a tray beside her. The family member reaches down and grabs the sponge.
Family Member: Sorry about the delay. We had to switch out staff for the latter evening. How are you feeling Jodi?
She doesn't respond, instead she just lets out a soft sigh.
Family Member: He'll be back soon. You have to know how much he loves you.
Jodi lifts her head, still a little dazed from obviously having gone through chemo earlier in the day. The "family member" dips the sponge in the water and runs the sponge down her back as the audience watches on. The sponge is brought around the front and run down Jodi's bosom, trailing down her stomach before it is wrenched out.
Jodi: Thank you.
Family Member: You're very welcome.
Jodi: I mean, thank you for saying that. I do know how much he loves me.
Family Member: He's a brave man and one to be respected, after all, so many men today would never stand by a sick woman the way that he has stuck by you.
Jodi actually smiles. Surely something positive to be seen in a time of uncertainty for her.
Jodi: I really do love Hunter, with every fiber of my being. If I'm asleep next time he comes in, can you do me a favor?
Family Member: Anything.
Jodi: Tell him what I just said. Several of his last visits have seen my eyes closed.
Family Member: I'm sure he knows, but of course, I'll make sure that even if I'm not here, one of the other staff will.
Her back still to the "family member", Jodi leans her head forward again as a now slender hand takes the sponge once again and wets it, running it down her neck and leading it down just shy of her bottom. It is wrung out again. Jodi emits a pleased sigh and the "family member" rises, dropping the sponge back down. The camera rises and as the audience lays eyes upon the "family member" and the soul standing with arms folded upon one another beside them, a huge reaction of shock follows. Clad in the very mask that he and Chris Page walked away from "Masters Of The Mat" with a victory in, is MR. WRESTLING #5. The scene cuts and the camera fades to commercial...
MATCH 3:
KENNY RADICAL w/ CCP vs AXEL "THE SHARK"
Masters: Ladies and Gentleman the following contest is scheduled for one fall...
"The Rock Lobster" by the B-52's hit the speakers bringing the GOA to a rousing ovation.
Masters: Introducing first, about to make his way to the ring, "THE KIDS CHAMPION", AXEL "THE SHARK"
"Rock Lobster" by The B-52's plays through the arena, much to the delight of the crowd as Axel the Shark leaps out from the back. Axel gives high fives to people in the front row as he makes his way to the ring, jumping over the top rope. He climbs up the turnbuckle, saluting his fans before jumping back down as his music fades away.
Masters: And introducing his opponent..
"So Cold" by Breaking Benjamin hits the speakers drawing loud boo's from the crowd.
Masters: Accompanied to the ring by Chris Page, representing Genesis, KENNY RADICAL!
The boo's grow louder as Kenny Radical steps out to the top of the ramp, followed by Co-Owner Chronic Chris Page. Radical is dressed in new "Genesis" t-shirt which has all the members across the front of the shirt with the words "BORN BETTER" written across the back. CCP leads Kenny towards the ring. They reach ringside before exchanging a high five using both hands before CCP takes his spot in Radical's corner. Kenny slides into the ring where he removes the t-shirt. As Radical's music fades away he throws the Genesis shirt in Axel's face, while Axel is temporarily blinded Radical takes him to the mat with a double leg take down...
DING....DING...DING...
Radical mounts Axel before hammering down with right handed shots before getting off the chest of Axel. The crowd roars with boo's towards Kenny as he stomps Axel in the chest before picking him up to a vertical base. Radical laces Axel across the chest with a chop, he lands a second, followed by a third which sends Axel back into the ropes. Radical explodes towards Axel looking for a clothesline over the top rope, Axel drops down, yanking the top rope down in the process which sends Radical spilling over the top rope and to the floor to a huge pop from the crowd. Axel, runs towards the opposite ropes, and with Radical reaching a vertical base Axel dives through the top and middle rope executing a Suicide Dive taking Radical back down to the floor! The crowd explodes as Axel spings back to his feet. He picks Radical up before tossing him back into the ring. Axel hops up on the ring apron, the crowd pops as Axel climbs to the top turnbuckle. Radical works his way to a vertical base, Axel leaps off the top rope, connecting with a Cross Body Block forcing Radical's shoulders to the mat.
Referee: ONE..... TWO..... THR
Radical kicks out! Axel is to his feet first catching Radical with a forearm shot to the jaw before shooting Radical into the ropes, Radical bounces off the ropes, Axel ducks his head, eating a swinging neckbreaker by Radical. The crowd boo's as Kenny reaches a vertical base. Out on the floor CCP yells some instructions towards Radical. Kenny picks Axel up off the mat before planting him with a hard body slam. Radical bounces off the ropes dropping a elbow across the chest before looking for a cover of his own.
Referee: ONE...... TWO.....T
Axel shoots a shoulder up off the mat to the delight of the crowd. Radical is first to his feet, measuring Axel who pushes himself up off the mat. Radical looks for a boot to the midsection, however, Axel catches the boot, but it's Radical who counters with a inseguri to the back of the neck sending Axel back to the mat. Radical gets back to a vertical base. He picks Axel up off the mat before positioning him for the Radical Ride, the crowd explodes as Axel counters with a backdrop! Radical springs to his feet where he's take down with a clothesline, Radical is back up before being take down with a second clothesline, Radical pops back up ducking under a third clothesline attempt, and as Axel turns around Kenny looks for a Superkick, Axel ducks the attempt, and with Kenny turning around it's Axel who catches Kenny with the Superkick to the jaw! Axel makes a cover.
Referee: ONE..... TWO...... THRE
Kenny shoots a shoulder up off the mat. Axel reache shis feet, pulling Kenny to a vertical base before taking Kenny over with a snap suplex. Axel reaches his feet, the crowd pops as he points to the top turnbuckle. Axel steps out of the ring to the apron before climbing up to the top rope. The crowd boo's as CCP gets up on the apron distracting Axel. During this distraction Kenny gets to his feet, he lunges out hitting the ropes with cause Axel to lose his balance and crotch himself on the top turnbuckle. CCP jumps back down to the floor to avoid getting his man Disqualified as the crowd boo's intently. Radical comes over to the corner where he blasts Axel with a right hand shot. Radical steps up to the middle rope before snitching Axel up, Radical then steps all the way up to the top rope before picking Axel up, taking him backwards, crashing to the mat with a SUPERPLEX! Both Radical and Axel land hard on the mat, but it's Kenny who is the first to his feet. He measures Axel, and as Axel looks to work his way to his feet it's Radical who positions him, hoisting him up in the air before driving him into the mat with the Radical Ride! Kenny makes the cover.
Referee: ONE...... TWO...... THREE!
DING.....DING.... DING....
"So Cold" by Breaking Benjamin hits the speakers to boo's from the crowd.
Masters: The winner of the match, KENNY RADICAL!
CCP slides in the ring, grabbing the wrist of Radical before the referee. He hoists it up in the air as the crowd boo's intently. CCP lowers Radical's arm as we see Kenny walk towards the camera...
RADICAL: RIZZA... MUDD... ONE OF YOU IS GOING TO HAVE SOMETHING THAT I WANT!
Kenny runs his hands across his chest signaling a Championship as the scene fades...
PAUL FROST PROMO....
We cut back to the commentary table
Diamond “There’s no doubt about folks tonight’s main event will have tremendous ramifications when Mudd and Rizza face off for the now vacant Intercontinental….”
“I am Perfection” interrupts Derrick’s comments as the GOA welcome back the so called “perfect” son with an imperfect chorus of more boo’s than cheers. Cameras reach the ramp as seconds later Paul Frost, dressed in a simple black & white linen suit combo. Paul stands at the top of the stage pausing as he looks around the entire GOA before hanging his head as he begins his trek towards the ring.
Rotten “Well if it isn’t Mr. I lost to a girl in my hometown for the Worlds Title and I probably liked it Frost.”
Diamond “A Katy Perry reference Flash?”
Rotten “What?”
Diamond “There is no doubt about it Flash at the MOTM Paul Frost did lose his World Title match but there’s no doubting both Jocelyn and Paul put on one hell of a fight.”
Frost makes it into the ring as the lights in the GOA come back on as Paul is left standing in the ring alone with nothing expect the occasional boo’s mixed with “YOU LOST TO A LESBIAN” or “HOMO” chants. Frost keeps quite allowing the crowd to make its noise, Paul does signal & is handed a mic from a stage hand
Rotten “There giving him a LIVE mic….DANGER…..DANGER”
The crowd quiets down as Paul brings the mic up to his lips but before he can even utter a sound the crowd starts up with a “CAMDEN” chant.
Rotten “Ha…Ha…I love it Derrick these people are going to do what nobody ever could…MUTE perfection”
Diamond “While there is ample reason to keep Paul quite, Flash he obviously came out here for a reason. I for one would like to hear what he has to say.”
In the ring Paul now finds himself leaning up against a corner as the crowd continues to chant & boo. Just as they let up Paul speaks.
Frost: Are you done yet? I have something…..
The crowd again explodes in wave after wave of boo along with “CAMDEN” & “YOU LOST TO A LESBIAN” chants once again.
Frost: You KNOW what?
“WHAT?”
Frost: SHUT UP, I didn’t come out here to waste my or even your time.
“WHAT?”
Frost: Fine act like children I really could care less but I expected so much more from the GOA.
“WHAT?”
Frost: WHAT?
“WHAT?”
Frost: See I came out here tonight to talk about the MATACH the entire world is still talking about. Seven days ago two of and I have no problem saying the VERY best went toe to toe, blow to blow and move for move right here in this very ring for the RICHEST prize in the game today…and I lost.
Fans Pop
Frost: So you like that part?
“WHAT?”
Frost: Back to the matter at hand, I lost….I lost to hopefully a great worlds champion…Jocelyn (POP)….I know we’ll never have thanksgiving dinner together…I know that we’ll never take a road trip….hell I know every time we see each other it’s a triumph we walk away instead of engaging in a backstage brawl. That said I sincerely hope, I gave you a run for my…I mean your championship and if you ever need anther “perfect” worlds title contender…..well I hope I would fit the bill perfectly because for the moment Camden you are the perfect champion.
“WHAT?”
The cameras now zoom in solely on Paul’s face
Frost: Now it’s time I do something each and every one of you chanting fools have demanded ever since my so called “slur” a few weeks ago. It’s no secret that when it come to the Worlds Title I would do and say almost anything in order to wear that championship once more time…..and I did. In my quest to become champion I hurt a lot of people on the way and I know this won’t mean much and won’t change a damn thing….I would like to offer as a man…my deepest…most sincerest and most of all my real life a…ap…apo…ap….PRIMETIME?
Rotten “PRIMETIME?....What the hell does that mean?”
Cameras have panned back showing a large smile growing on Paul’s face as he points to the crowd
Frost: PRIMETIME…LAIDES and GENTELMEN give it up for a WGWF ORGINAL…THE OTHER GODFATHER OF THE UNTOUCHABLES and most of all a true friend….PRIMETIME!!!!
The GOA pops as cameras show former WGWF superstar Primetime sitting in a second row ringside seat. The former tag team champion stands up and enjoys this moment of popularity.
Rotten “Yay…its Primetime….now Paul let’s get back to your total and global humiliation….you were saying something?”
Frost: Get him up here…let him pass.
With the crowd encouraging him, Primetime hops the guardrail as he steps back into the ring soaking up the crowd’s cheers as he & his former tag team partner embrace in the ring for the first time in years.
Diamond “NOW WHAT A MOMENT we are witnessing….the original Untouchables….these two men MADE the tag team division many moons ago. You talk about partners in crime Primetime and Frost two Canadian boys run wild and took no prisoners but plenty of championships.”
After the embrace Paul raises Primetime hand before taking back to the mic
Frost: Alright give it up for Primetime….now before this “perfect” reunion can continue there is one more thing I have to say to all the people I hurt I’m…..
*BAM*
Diamond “WHAT IN THE NAME?”
The GOA goes completely silent as out of nowhere Paul Frost turns around and is blasted in the face with a baseball bat from PRIMETIME!!!!!!!!!! Paul is laid out cold on the canvas as Primetime stares over his “friend” with absolutely no remorse shown.
Rotten “Well I guess the moment is over.”
Slowly Primetime backs out of the ring and hops over the rail leaving Frost lying lifeless in the ring and the GOA still has not made a sound.
Diamond “WE NEED SOME HELP OUT HERE….PAUL FROST IS OUT…COLD!!!!!”
Brawl cut to a break with the final image of that segment Paul Frost motionless on the canvas as trainers & EMT’s arrive on scene. The scene cuts elsewhere, to the Co Owners Office...
RANMA SAOTOME'S BLOCKBUSTER JULY 4TH MAIN EVENT ANNOUNCED
The sound of a door slamming. Backstage, the cameras rise and find focus upon one half of the ownership duo, "Chronic" Chris Page. He is wearing a scowl as he stares down the other half of the odd couple who is hidden behind a smattering of paperwork that he stares up from, a mug of coffee within his grasp.
CCP: You've got some fuckin' nerve, you know that?
Ranma sets down a pen in his hand, curious at to the anger in Page's voice. Ranma rises and motions to Page to allow cooler heads to prevail.
Ranma: Look, I'm still getting my feet wet with some of these business decisions. I admit the WGWF ice cream bars might not be the best investment based on the failure of such a line in the early to late eighties, but who's to say that the common fan doesn't want to experience the sweet cream taste of the world's champion?
Laughter from the audience.
Ranma: The Jocelyn Camden bar already has an immense pre-order statistic attached to it...granted we also have a nutty Peter Gilmour bar that hasn't exactly gotten off the ground floor, but we'll ride that ship out and...
CCP: YOU KNOW EXACTLY WHAT I'M TALKING ABOUT!
Ranma stands there like a kid who's been caught with his hand in the cookie jar.
Ranma: Can I buy a vowel?
CCP: Next week's brawl...THE FOURTH OF JULY!
Ranma snaps his fingers and grins, turning around and heading back towards his desk, over which now hang a few more framed photos of moments from his illustrious career.
Ranma: Masters of the Mat was a huge success. Some tremendous booking, great action, overall I'm pleased. Speaking of the fourth of July, what are you plans? I've got a place in the South Hampton's booked and it looks like we're going to have frankfurter's on, probably some burger's, ribs, the usual favorites. I'm working on getting a phone call returned from Tom Brady, got this idea for a photo op of him standing alongside me, an apple pie and a baseball and it truly should...
CCP: You just can't let me have a moment, can you?
Ranma's smile fades and his expression turns. He walks towards CCP, stopping just three feet shy of him, respecting the rule of space.
Ranma: A moment, huh? Well let's see, you're heading out to ringside along your stablemates pretty much the entire evening, you booked you and your mystery man at the pay per view, you can't seem to keep yourself out of the world title matches, let alone Dixon's affairs and you're asking me to allow you a moment?
Before CCP can respond, Ranma whirls around, hands at his back and he walks back towards his desk, stopping short of the framed photos.
Ranma: So you're booked next week...fine, it'll give you yet another opportunity to "have a moment" as you put it, but can I offer you some advice?
CCP rolls his eyes and motions for Ranma to continue.
CCP: By all means.
Ranma: I can still feel it.
CCP: Pardon?
Ranma: You came at me, Raven came at me, Rage, Fuzz, Rigg...all the legends of the sport, tried and true, but my confrontation with him...it was the one time I truly felt like I lost. I remember what it felt like when the heel of his boot crashed against the side of my face, I had to see Dr. Lombawitz for the better part of two months following that illustrious moment, and I had to do it when I wasn't competing on weekly programming.
Page listens on as Ranma reaches up and pulls down the legendary image of the moment it all came crashing down on that one great night.
Ranma: A lot of people have made me laugh, many have made me bleed, some have given me headaches, some have bored me. I spat on many, I shat on a few...but there is one who earned my respect and will always have it and you will face him in singles action in the main event next week.
Ranma tosses the photo to Page who catches it with quick hands.
Ranma: I know you can fight it, but you won't. Despite our many differences, you are a man who wants to compete...you may be one of the biggest pricks, trying to prove how big his is, in the history of this business, but you're just like many of us who know where we stand with this business, you'll take this, because if you best him in singles action, like you and your partner did at the pay per view, you'll have done something I couldn't...
The framed photo comes into focus, the image of the superkick to Ranma's jaw that took away a six month title reign.
Ranma: You'll have beaten
BIG SHANK.
Page tosses the photo back to Ranma before turning towards the door.
Ranma: Oh, one more thing.
Ranma reaches into his suit jacket pocket and he withdraws a business card, handing it to CCP.
Ranma: This is Dr. Lombawitz's number, tell him I sent you, he'll most certainly get you in right away.
CCP flings the business card back at Ranma hitting him in the forehead before he turns and storms out of the office, Ranma heading back to his own desk and taking a seat as the camera pans back to ringside.
Diamond: CCP AND BIG SHANK NEXT WEEK!
Rotten: That's a holy and a four letter word to follow! Hell of a match, a DREAM match in every sense of the word!
Diamond: Happy Fourth of July to our fans in attendance next week, you're going to get to enjoy a classic!!
Brawl fades to commerical...
SHOWCASE w/ Grappling Guru featuring WGWF TV Champion, NATHAN LUCAS!
“Glass Shatters begins to play on the PA system and the crowd erupts. Double G slowly and gingerly emerges from the entranceway wearing jeans and a black Double G shirt.
Diamond: This man last week in a loss proved he does have what it takes to contend. The Double G Nathan Lucas matched was not talked about or hyped like the others but those who watched it know it was a wrestling clinic.
Rotten: That may be true but bottom line he still lost.
Double G walks up the ramp slapping hands with some fans and slowly makes his way up the stairs and through the ropes. He grabs a mic and just stares out in the crowd before beginning to talk.
“DOU- BLE-G, DOU- BLE-G, DOU- BLE-G, DOU- BLE-G, DOU- BLE-G, DOU- BLE-G,”
Rotten: I don’t get these people, he lost! I thought Los Angeles cheered winners not losers!
Diamond: We were all winners in that match. Just shut up and listen.
GG: Last week Nathan Lucas and I fought for the WGWF Television Title. It wasn’t the most talked about or hyped match. It didn’t have the TMZ appeal of a Frost Camden match. However when that bell rang we both left it all out on that mat. I’m sore and I’m beaten up but not as much as Nathan Lucas.
“NA-THAN LU-CAS, NA-THAN LU-CAS, NA-THAN LU-CAS, NA-THAN LU-CAS, NA-THAN LU-CAS,”
GG: That’s right if there’s nobody who already knew Nathan Lucas got injured last week. It’s because of those injuries will have to vacate the TV Title.
“BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO”
Diamond: What?
Rotten: That’s damn robbery. I bet that was Double G’s plan all along. First it’s his wife and now our TV Champion.
GG: Yeah it’s a weird set of circumstances for sure. Tonight I still wanted to have him on the debut edition of my show “Showcase”. So allow me to introduce to you ladies and gentlemen the WGWF Television Champion, NATHAN LUCAS!
“Ladies & Gentlemen” by Saliva suddenly blats of the PA as the fans are to their feet once again. He walks even more gingerly than Double G was with his ribs taped with the TV Title draped over his shoulder. You can clearly see his face in pain with each step as he tries to slap hands with some fans. He makes his way to the apron as Double G opens the ropes for him Nathan just stops and looks confused and is slow to trust Double G. He eventually slowly gets through the ropes with the aide of Double G. Double G even hands him a mic. Both men are now in the ring and look out into the crowd.
“THANK-YOU, THANK-YOU, THANK-YOU, THANK-YOU”
GG: So champ welcome to the show.
Nathan just stares at Double G and slowly put the mic to his mouth.
Nathan: Double G what’s all this?
GG: All what?
Nathan: This whole show, I mean is it just a way to get back in the TV Title picture.
Double G just laughs.
GG: No not all, last week just was special. I don’t think you get it. There is only match I had that felt like this and it at Wrestle Wars against Paul Frost.
Nathan: And you lost that too…..
“OOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHH”
GG; Funny, all I’m saying is our match stole the show. The people in the back were talking, the fans were chatting. I have heard it all and just thought a show like this was appropriate to celebrate it. I know you’re injured and likely will have to drop the TV Title. However that doesn’t change the fact we put on a wrestling clinic last week. You see I think going into that match there was a lot of disrespect going both ways. I mean I didn’t respect you and you didn’t respect me. I would like to think through this match respect has been gained. I know now I respect you and hope we can do it again soon.
“ONE-MORE-MATCH, ONE-MORE-MATCH, ONE-MORE-MATCH, ONE-MORE-MATCH”
Nathan: You’re right… I have gained respect for you. You did test me more than I thought both mentally and as you can see physically, I would not have a problem facing you again for this title.
The fans cheer as Double G nods his head in approval.
Nathan: However it’s not my decision. I may not even have the belt to compete for soon.
“BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO.”
"Wait a tick..."
"The A La Menthe" by La Caution begins to reverberate throughout the arena as Ranma Saotome suddenly comes out of the entranceway wearing a beautiful black Canali suit as the fans cheer once again.
Diamond: Well here comes one half of the ownership duo.
Rotten: Oh god, this never ends well.
Ranma slowly makes his way down the ramp and to the ring as he talks.
Ranma: I was in the back watching this and I think I can clear some things up for everyone here tonight...to quote the great Daniel Plainview from "There Will Be Blood", I'll just give you some good old fashioned plain speak here tonight. Nathan Lucas will in fact vacate the TV title here tonight. Being the bearer of bad news is something that I don't take kindly too these days as I'm a money man, but the fact of the matter is...Nathan, you know what I know...
“BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO”
Ranma turns to Nathan.
Ranma: Nathan, I need that belt. You haven't been medically cleared to meet the mandatory deadline to defend that title as advertised. Brass tax is, it's a business decision even if it isn't a popular one.
Nathan slowly hands Ranma the belt as a chorus of boos is heard once again.
Ranma: So as far as the title picture now goes, Double G you did lose last week at "Masters of the Mat", however I think your efforts still merit some reward. So next week here live on our special FOURTH OF JULY Brawl there will be a TV Title match. It will be Double G versus Conner Dempsey, and….
Suddenly the crowd roars with boo's as CCP appears on the Jumbo Tron...
Page: Oh look Ranma, I have to clean your mess again. Double G and Dempsey? really? That the best you can come up with?! Well I can’t totally fix that but I can add to it. I’m going to put some Genesis flavor in this pile of shit. It’s now Double G versus Conner Dempsey versus Alyssa Ferro in a TRIPLE THREAT MATCH!!
The fans explode at that blockbuster of a match. Ranma gets closer to the ropes and stares straight out to Page.
Ranma: Well played Page. Sound booking and it certainly puts more bottoms in our arena seats, so why not raise the bar even more as we engage this e-peen contest. Our special guest referee….. NATHAN LUCAS!!!
The fans now get even louder.
Diamond: Oh my! I can’t believe it! A pay per view quality match for free next week! HAPPY FOURTH OF...
Rotten: Are you kidding me? Alyssa will mop the floor with both of those meat heads!
Page just stands on the ramp glaring at Ranma as the camera slowly cuts back to the locker room
ANDRE DIXON HAS SOMETHING TO SAY...
We cut to the interview area where Denise Essex is shown standing in front of the WGWF backdrop.
Essex- "My guest at this time, ANDRE "THE KING" DIXON!
The crowd roars as the camera pans back to reveal Andre standing next to Denise Essex.
Essex- "Andre, you asked for this time tonight... so please, tell the world what's on your mind."
Andre takes the microphone from Denise before turning his attention towards the camera.
DIXON: Over the last month or so I've been involved in a heated feud with one Chris Page. Last month, I knocked that bastard out of the Masters of the Mat Tournament... Last week, that bastard bested me inside Hell in a Cell. From where I'm standing that's one match a piece...
Dixon takes a brief moment before continuing.
DIXON: I've never been a fan of tie ball games. Which is why TONIGHT.... I am issuing a challenge to Chris Page for Adrenaline!
The crowd explodes at the challenge.
DIXON: Only this match isn't going to be a tag match with mystery partners, it isn't going to be No Holds Barred... It's going to be THREE STAGES OF HELL!
The GOA explodes!
DIXON: What cha say Chris? THE WAR TO SETTLE THE SCORE!
Dixon drops the microphone as the crowd roars. The scene fades back to ringside.