Post by WRONG CCP ACCT on Jun 27, 2011 18:41:18 GMT -5
MATCH 4:
TAG TEAM ACTION
NON TITLE
HEAT and FIRE vs RJ. PALMER and DANTE ANGLAIS (c) w/ Chris Page
Diamond: Continuing on with tonight's immense action, we are about to witness what should be one heck of a tag team affair! Heat and Fire, staples in the WGWF fabric made their return at Masters of The Mat and they've immediately jumped from the frying pan into the fire.
Rotten: That's one way of putting it. I get it, you're back, people are excited, but we're talking about a tag team that has been unstoppable as of late in Palmer and Anglais.
Diamond: And a non-title victory over the members of Genesis would propel Heat and Fire right to the top of the division.
Rotten: It's bad enough that the two have run roughshod over the division, but add Chris Page to the mix and you've got a very volatile situation here.
Fans rise to there feet as "Sweet Child O' Mine" by Guns N' Roses rips across the sound system as the lights blink red and yellow as Heat and Fire make their way out on stage. They raises their arms as two huge fire balls go off at the bottom if the stage as they makes their way towards the ring.
Diamond: What an ovation for the returning veterans!
The synth intro to "Destabilize" by Enter Shikari starts playing through the speakers and boos echo around the arena. R.J. steps out on stage, tag title slung over his shoulder, with an arrogant smirk and stands on the stage and embraces all the hatred coming at him. He signals the crowd to keep it all coming and then starts to walk down to the ring. When near the ring, he runs up and slides under the bottom rope and into the ring and springs up to his feet. He hands the tag title to the ref as he awaits his partner.
Rotten: Palmer is ready to roll here. Looks like this one is going to explode here tonight.
The lights down as the intro of "Are You Ready?" By In Case Of Fire begins to build up, the lights die down and three spotlights slowly drift from the bottom of the entrance ramp all the way to the top as the vocals kick in and the arena becomes a blur of red flashing lights. Dante steps out from behind the curtain, holding his tag title high in the air, and stands atop the entrance ramp for a moment or two. He closes his eyes as he can literally smell the anticipation amongst the fans before he heads down the entrance ramp and towards the ring with an arrogant, yet purposeful, spring in his step. He slowly climbs the ring steps before climbing between the ropes, stepping into the ring. He spins around, looking out at the crowd before ascending the turnbuckle and pointing at himself for a few moments before dropping his arms to his sides, an arrogant smirk upon his face. He jumps down from the turnbuckle and uses the ropes to stretch, eagerly awaiting the sound of the bell as he hands the tag title belt to the ref.
Diamond: The referee giving all four men the lowdown here as we get ready too...
"Zero" by the Smashing Pumpkins hits as CCP makes his way out onto the ramp to a chorus of boos.
Diamond: Of course.
Rotten: Is that any way to show respect to the owner?
Diamond: HALF owner...let's get that clear.
Rotten lets it slide as CCP does his level best to take all eyes off himself and direct them to the in-ring action. Fire and Dante are going to start things off as the bell sounds. The two men circle one another and Fire makes the first move, moving in with an attempted front kick that Dante swats away, smiling.
Diamond: Little feeler move there by Fire, the veteran showing why he's to be called such.
Rotten: A kick that doesn't hit its mark doesn't put you in the upper tier of the business, wins do.
Fire and Dante go to the collar and elbow tie up. Fire seizes the advantage with an armbar submission on one half of the world's champions as he looks to Heat at ringside who is pleased with the move. Fire tightens the move up as Dante grits his teeth, but with a quick maneuver, is able to counter the move into an armbar submission of his own. Heat taps his own arm, feeling the pain, but with a quick series of forward rolls, he is able to break free of the hold.
Diamond: Very nice opening exchange there.
Fire points to the his head with the thinking man's finger as Dante nods in approval. Fire moves in and Dante sidesteps, pushing Fire headfirst into the two awaiting fingers held up by RJ who eyerakes the veteran to a smattering of boos from the crowd.
Rotten: HAH!
Fire staggers back as Dante plays with the crowd who shower him with a chorus of boos as CCP cheers the move from ringside. Fire surges forward again, but Dante is quick a leg trip takedown, grounding Fire. Dante reaches up and RJ meets the tag, leaping to the top rope and immediately coming down on the back with a stomp. RJ yanks Fire to his feet and he issues a back hand slap as Fire stumbles backwards towards the center of the ring.
Diamond: Tag champs not making any friends tonight.
Rotten: Why would they care too? They're the ones with the belts!
RJ shoots himself off the ropes and he executes a picture perfect spinning neckbreaker that grounds Fire. A quick cover and a 1...shoulder up.
Diamond: Heat and Fire definitely coming to fight here tonight. Gonna take a great deal more to keep the veterans down.
RJ pulling Fire back to a vertical base. A quick succession of hard right hands backs Fire into the ropes where RJ shoots him off. Fire ducks under and immediately leaps towards his corner, tagging in Heat.
Rotten: Little early for the hot tag, wouldn't you agree?
Heat takes RJ down with a right hand as Dante enters the fray. A right hand for Dante. RJ up, scoop and a slam from Heat as the tag champs are under the bottom rope to regroup.
Diamond: NEVER TOO EARLY!
CCP chatting up the tag champs on the floor as the crowd comes alive for Heat and Fire. Heat signals to the crowd and he runs the ropes.
Diamond: Wait a moment, Heat perched and he takes flight ON THE WINGS OF EAGLES! FLYING BODY PRESS! IT HITS!
Heat crashes down on Dante, RJ and CCP and the crowd comes unglued.
Rotten: He hit Page! He should be fined!
Heat reaches down for RJ, the legal man and he pulls him up, rolling him back into the ring. Heat leaps up onto the apron as RJ lays prone in the center of the ring. Heat signals and he looks for the top rope springboard.
Diamond: Here goes...NO! RJ PULLS DOWN THE TOP ROPE AND HEAT SPILLS INTO THE RING!
Rotten: Hah! And who's the smart one?
CCP with a pat on the shoulder for Anglais who is buried by a booing audience as RJ shakes off the cobwebs and rises to his feet, now aware of the advantage. RJ not looking to waste any time and he pulls Heat up and shoulders him with a fireman's carry.
Rotten: Is he gonna...this soon?
Diamond: RJ looking for the Antagonize...he throws Heat out, HEAT LANDS ON HIS FEET! INSIDE CRADLE! 1...2...THR...NO!
Both men come to their feet as RJ is wild eyed realizing he was a mere moment away from taking a non-title loss. Heat is immediately turned inside out with a lariat as RJ heads to his corner, tagging Dante back in.
Rotten: That's why they are the champs. Did you see that lariat? Good gracious.
Dante playing with the prone Heat as he rakes his boot across the forehead of the downed veteran. Dante with a stomp to the back as Heat is grounded. Fire holding the tag rope and smacking the turnbuckle, clamoring for a tag.
Diamond: Fire getting the crowd behind him!
Rotten: All the cheers in the world won't save Heat from a three count if Dante and RJ pull the trigger here tonight.
Dante pulls Heat up, locking in a sleeper hold, looking to force the veteran to submit while the live crowd cheers him on.
Diamond: Dante has the submission locked in tight.
Rotten: Can you imagine what would happen here if Heat passes out here in front of this live crowd?
Diamond: It certainly wouldn't do their tag title chances any wonders.
Heat begins to fade as the referee moves in, looking for the end that Dante is hoping to spell with his sleeper. The ref raises the right arm and it drops once. He raises it up again and it drops a second time. He raises it again.
Diamond: Here we go, it looks like...no! Heat keeping his arm raises! This live crowd getting behind him! BACK ELBOW! ANOTHER! A THIRD! DANTE RELEASES!
Heat hits the ropes, before he can hit an impact maneuver, Dante scoops him up for a big slam. Heat slides down the back and hits a standing dropkick. Dante is sent into the ropes, his arms draped across the second rope.
Rotten: Oh please don't do what I think that you're...
The crowd having seen this once or twice before gets behind Heat as he shoots himself off the ropes and instead of doing the obvious he drives a huge knee into Dante's back. Dante falls back, landing in the center of the ring clutching his lower back.
Diamond: Fire looking for the tag. Come on Heat!
Heat slow to move towards his partner as Dante looks to make the tag himself. Dante leaps up and tags in RJ.
Rotten: Oh boy, here we go, RJ is gonna...
Diamond: THERE'S THE TAG! HERE COMES FIRE!
The crowd is on their feet as CCP slams the mat, cheering RJ on. RJ draws his fist back but before he has a chance to meet the delivery to Fire, Fire stuns him with two quick jabs. RJ staggers back as Fire hits a double edge chop, taking RJ off his feet. RJ back up and Fire with a floatover dropkick. Fire lands on his feet as he looks to the crowd. They come unglued as he points to the top rope.
Diamond: RJ prone in the center of the ring, could we about to witness the frogsplash?
Fire to the top rope as Heat, now having recovered on the apron, cheers him on. Fire getting into position as he looks to the crowd for support.
Rotten: He needs to stop wasting time here.
Diamond: This crowd paid good money to see the return of the two veterans and I'm sure he just wants to see that they get their money's worth!
Fire in position and he prepares to take off as CCP flags him down from the ringside area.
Diamond: What is Page...Heat off the apron...he's giving chase!
Fire turns back towards RJ and the task at hand as Heat chases CCP around the ring.
Diamond: FIRE TAKES FLIGHT...KNEES UP! KNEES UP!
Rotten: Dare I say the obvious and quote a great man by calling it an EPIC FAIL?
Fire clutching his ribs in the ring as Heat has CCP backed up against a ring post.
Diamond: Heat is going to take the co-owner out!
Rotten: He'd better not! Wait, there's Dante! There's Dante!
Diamond: Heat doesn't see him!
Heat clenches a fist and takes a shot at Page but he is trapped by Dante.
Rotten: THE UPRISING! GOOD GRACIOUS! UPRISING ON THE RINGSIDE FLOOR!
Diamond: Heat is out, Heat is...wait, Fire coming to his feet in the ring, so is RJ.
The referee turning away from the action on the floor as Dante climbs back up onto the apron as CCP points and laughs at Heat on the floor. Fire surges towards RJ with a jumping forearm attempt, but RJ sidesteps it.
Diamond: RJ quick to...THE PALMER CHOKE! THE PALMER CHOKE IS LOCKED IN ON FIRE!
RJ takes Fire to the ground to give the submission further life as the referee drops down.
Rotten: HE TAPPED! HE TAPPED! WHAT A WIN FOR THE CHAMPS!
"Destabilize" by Enter Shikari begins to play once again as CCP demands the belts from the ring attendant. He tosses them to both Dante and RJ as Dante steps through the ropes and into the ring to celebrate with his partner. Fire rolls under the bottom rope and onto the floor as Heat slowly rises, glaring at the members of Genesis in the ring.
Diamond: The odds stacked too high against the veterans here tonight, but you can be sure they'll meet in that ring again one day soon...hopefully with CCP BANNED FROM RINGSIDE!
Rotten: Why? For lending moral support to his stablemates?
Diamond: His distraction led to Fire's end.
Rotten: A sound tactic if you ask me. Either way, a big victory for the champs here tonight.
Diamond: Even if it was by questionable means...it certainly is another feather in the cap of both RJ and Dante.
The celebration continues as the cameras cuts backstage.
Backstage, we see Jocelyn Camden sitting in the cafeteria eating a salad. She goes to take another bite when Terry Borden and his friend, “Hot Bod” Rowdy Roody Peeper approach her at her table. The massively overweight Peeper is the first to approach Borden.
Peeper: Hey there lady…
Camden: Take a hike.
Peeper: Ok
Peeper turns and walks away, leaving Borden looking scared and confused. He looks as if he wants to sit down, but hesitates.
Camden: Sit down, Terry.
Terry pulls a chair out and sits at the table. He looks at Camden, nervously.
Camden: Spit it out.
Borden: O…ok, sister. Look, we’re going to be competing as a team tonight, right? And we should act like a team, dude…
Camden: Dude?
Borden: …dudette. We need to go out and EXCITE the Americamanics and the Camdenites! We need to come out TOGETHER and we need to show the world that we’re going to run WILD, SISTER!
Camden just takes another bite of her salad, staring holes into Borden.
Borden: …so, we should be introduced as a group…and I know JUST the song to do it, too!
At that time, Borden pulls out a CD player from virtually thin air. He clicks the play button, and the song begins to play….
Borden stops the tape and looks at Camden, with a huge smile on his face. Camden takes the last couple of chews in that piece of salad before finally responding.
Camden: …get the fuck out.
Borden quickly jumps out of the chair and runs off, CD player in hand. Camden just shakes her head as she continues to eat as the scene cuts back to ringside.
MATCH 5:
SINGLES ACTION
ALYSSA FERRO w/ Chris Page vs ANDRE "THE KING" DIXON
Masters: The following match is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, representing Genesis and being accompanied to the ring by WGWF Co-Owner “Chronic” Chris Page, she is from St. Marys, Pennsylvania. Alyssa Ferro!
“Born Like This” by Three Days Grace begins to play, the theme for Genesis and one of the few songs in the WGWF that can instantly turn a cheering crowd into nothing bot a chorus of boos. Alyssa makes her way out onto the ramp with Chris Page following her, tutoring her on what to do tonight in the match with the obviously larger, stronger opponent in Andre Dixon.
Diamond: She has to be worried for her well being tonight. After the tough loss Andre felt at Masters of the Mat, he's looking for any chance he can get to rip a member of Genesis in half.
Rotten: Alyssa is tiny. If Andre gets those bear like hands around her. He may do just that.
They walk down the ramp together, Page going over some last minute pieces of detail, Alyssa simply nodding her head in understanding. As they get to the ring, she climbs up on the apron and gets straight into the ring, Chris Page staying outside, looking focused on the task at hand. Alyssa walks to a turnbuckle and stays there, closing her eyes and resting her head on the padded material with the music fading...
“Gangsta Music” by Young Jeezy suddenly starts blaring through the crowd, getting an opposite reaction from seconds prior. Cheers and yells of approval come from all around as Andre Dixon steps out from behind back and onto the ramp.
Masters: And the opponent! From Atlanta, Georgia and weighing in at 230 pounds! He is Andre “The King” Dixon!
Andre pounds his chest in pride, nodding left and right to the crowd as he makes his way down the ramp. Alyssa has her focus on her opponent now, her body moving back and forth at a quick pace. That speed is the one thing that may keep her out of the ER tonight.
Andre leaps up on the ringside, pulling himself through and staring at Alysaa. She stares back, not about to back down from the challenge at hand in facing her former stablemate. From her, Andre brings his glare to Chris Page, whom has a smug smirk on his face from the hell they put each other through at Masters of the Mat.
Diamond: That gaze tells a lot of things, Rotten. Andre Dixon is one angry man. Alyssa, if she's not careful is going to be one broken woman before this match ends.
Rotten: Don't count her out. She's tiny, but god damn if she fast! Andre can't win if he never gets his hands on her!
Diamond: She better hope he doesn't get his hands on her.
The music fades and the fans continue to cheer. The referee talks to Alyssa and Andre, explaining the rules. Alyssa nods in understanding, but Andre continues to stare at Chris Page.
Referee: Andre, do you understand what I have said? Andre? Andre, answer me.
Finally The King looks to the referee and gives a single nod. From there the referee looks to the time keeper and singles for the bell.
Ding! Ding! Ding!
Andre goes back to looking at Chris Page, Alyssa having her entire focus on Dixon. She moves around him, getting closer but Andre pays her no attention. Finally Alyssa goes for the first move, sending a hard, stiff forearm to the jawline of Andre. This gets his attention, alright, as he turns his gaze to her, she realizing the attack had no effect. Andre sends a wild strike at Alyssa, but she easily back steps and ducks under it, putting some distance between the two of them.
Andre starts walking toward Alyssa, she keeping her distance, moving faster on her feet, circling the ring. Finally Andre makes a lunge into the center, trying to grab Alyssa. He gets a hand on her, but she lets her body weight drop, her tiny arm sliding out of Andre's unexpected grasp. From there she slides between Andre's legs and sends a kick to the side of his knee while pulling herself away. This one lands some pain, Andre bending his leg, looking down at the damage done. Wrong move. Alyssa takes the chance to bounce off the ropes and leap, landing a drop kick to the side of Andre's head. The momentum rocks him, but he doesn't fall. Alyssa gets to her feet, sending a few high kicks to Andre's jaw, stumbling him back.
Rotten: That's it, kick him in the face! Knock them teeth out!
Diamond: Alyssa is being careful, but quick in trying to do as much damage to Andre as possible.
Alyssa sees a chance to take Andre down and goes off the ropes again, going for a quick round house kick; however, as the leg goes for Andre's face, he ducks to the side, grabs the leg and pulls Alyssa in! He goes for a huge hammer smash on the woman's face, but she counters! Using her other foot, she plants it on Andre's knee and uses it to springboard herself into a backwards jump, freeing herself from Andre's grasp and evading the blow that would have done some serious damage.
Rotten: That was close.
Alyssa looks up from landing on her feet, but only in time to find that Andre had closed the distance between them. He brings a quick knee into her stomach, doubling her over with the air knocked from her lungs. She's about to collapse, but Andre has other plans for her. Grappling Alyssa, Andre sends her soaring across the ring and chest first into a turnbuckle. She collapses and rolls out of the ring, falling to her hands and knees on the floor. Chris Page is over to her side a second later, kneeling and pushing more orders into her head. Alyssa easily pushes the pain to the back of her mind as she stands, holding her ribs while looking at Andre. The King sees Page and instantly leaves the ring, heading their way. Alyssa drops to a knee, her tiny frame hidden from view as Chris Page quickly makes his way in the opposite direction Andre's headed. Just as Andre turns the corner, however, Alyssa comes rushing Andre, leaping up on the barricade and hitting a huge clothesline to Andre's throat! The momentum sends him stumbling back and Alyssa takes advantage! Leaping up on the apron of the ring, she sends a kick to the forehead of Andre, cracking his skull backwards against the post, ringing his melon like a bell! He stumbles forward, feeling that one and Alyssa follows up the combo by leaping off the apron and hitting Andre in the back. This sends him ribs first into the barricade and also restarts the count by the referee.
Alyssa sends a few quick kicks to the back of Andre's knee, grabs him, and uses all of her strength to send him shoulder first into the ring post. He connects and shakes his head, rolling himself into the ring. He's slow to his feet, which is bad for The King. Alyssa is already on the top rope, measuring Andre up. He turns to face her. Alyssa leaps... Fire Bomb! She connects, twisting into the DDT of the hellacious finisher... NO!
Counter!
Deadly Force! Andre countered the Fire Bomb with a Deadly Force! Alyssa is bent over herself, out cold in the center of the ring!
Rotten: That is an inappropriate position for a lady to be in! Andre, don't you have any dignity for yourself, you monster!
Diamond: This one's over!
With the fans cheering, Andre Dixon rubs the back of his head, still feeling the effects of the assault Ferro gave him earlier. Dropping to his knees, he flattens out his opponent, pinning her with a hooked leg.
Chris Page! He jumps up on the apron, grabbing the referee's attention! The ref knows how this goes and is instantly in Page's face, telling him to get down or he will be banned from ringside, owner or not! Page quickly barks back about how he's the owner... and Andre will have none of it! Andre charges at Chris Page, whom drops from the apron! Andre doesn't quit there! He leaves the ring, chasing Chris Page around the ring, Alyssa barely moving in the squared circle!
Rotten: Chris Page doing what he does best.
Diamond: Interfering in something that he clearly shouldn't?
Rotten: Managing these up and coming stars, Diamond. He's buying Alyssa enough time. As soon as she's up, Andre's in trouble.
Diamond: If she can walk, Flash. Her back could be snapped in half after that brutal display of strength from Andre.
Andre continues to chase Chris Page, whom slides into the ring. The referee instantly tells him to get out, and he does... when Andre slides in after him. The referee has his attention on Chris Page, however, and doesn't see Alyssa suddenly lift from the mat and uppercut Andre in the junk right as he leaps over her to go after Page once more. Andre crashes to the mat and slides, his head dangling off the side of the ring. The referee keeps an eye on Page, making sure he doesn't interfere.
Alyssa slowly stands, holding her ribs and in absolute agony. Seeing the position that Dixon is in, however, she takes a chance and rushes, leaping up on the second turnbuckle closest to Dixon and drops off to the outside, hitting a huge Guillotine leg drop that sends Alyssa to the outside, holding her back and Andre Dixon rolling himself in the ring, holding the back of his head as if a Firetruck just smacked into it.
The referee finally pays attention to Andre, going to check on him. Chris Page helps Alyssa to her feet, motioning for her to end this. She nods, still fighting back the pain as she slowly climbs the apron and gets onto the top rope. Taking a deep breath, she focuses on the prone body of The King on the mat, taking a HUGE leap into the air, spinning...
360...
540...
720! How the hell!? She lands a HUGE splash on Andre Dixon! Not one, not two, TWO rotations in the air as she lands down in the frog splash on Andre. Both of them show the impact as Alyssa manages to collapse on the breathless Dixon.
One! Two! Th... NO! Andre tosses Ferro off, instantly going to his damaged and battered ribs!
Diamond: Andre has to still be feeling the wounds from Masters of the Mat. With Alyssa putting her body on the line here tonight, this could honestly be anyone's game at this point.
Rotten: Genesis doesn't quit! Bitches gets stitches! And Andre is about to get busted up!
Alyssa sees that Andre is still prone as she gets to her feet. Taking a deep breath, she bounces off the ropes, rolls, and hugs a rolling thunder on the injured ribs of Andre! He gasps in pain as he tries to roll over; however, Ferro goes for another pin!
One! Two! Kick out! He tosses her off again! This time, she's ready for it, landing on her feet. She's nodding her head, gaining momentum and confidence! She heads to the turnbuckle closest to Andre and climbs up it, slower than normal as having already taken a huge amount of damage. Measuring Andre, she takes a deep breath and goes for huge splash again!
Andre rolls out!
Alyssa manages to catch herself at the last second, pulling herself into a landing position, hitting feet first on the mat. One of her legs slightly buckle and she stumbles yet remains standing.
Diamond: I think Alyssa may have just hurt her knee in pulling an emergency landing from that take off.
Rotten: No! Come on, Alyssa!
Alyssa takes a step and stumbles, Andre right there to great her... Spear! The move hits solid, no give as Andre continues running forward with Alyssa stuck to his shoulder, ramping her back first into the turnbuckle! She gasps, eyes wide, Andre pulling her a few steps back and loading up for a suplex!
Andre is slow to react, taking a dozen seconds as he sits up, but he turns and rolls himself over on Alyssa, hooking back a leg.
One... Two... Three... NO! She some how gets her tiny shoulder up! Andre shakes his head, sighing and running a hand across his face to get rid of the sweat build up from the duration of the match.
Diamond: She won't give up.
Rotten: That's a trait of a true member of Genesis, you know.
Andre slowly gets up, pulling Alyssa up by the hair. The referee gets between them, enforcing the rules and telling Andre to cut the hair pulling. He waves the referee off and nearly yanks her shoulder out of socket as he pulls Alyssa to her feet. She stumbles, Andre carrying her over to a turnbuckle and setting her on top. Slowly he gets on the first rope. Then the second... on top! Andre is picking Alyssa up! What is he planning!
Rotten: Dear God, King Kong! Put the lady down!
Diamond: Is he seriously going to superplex her? If he does this, Genesis is going to be missing one more member and the obituary will have one more entry tomorrow!
Andre looks and taunts Chris Page, whom is yelling at Andre to put Alyssa down. Andre nods with a grin. He's planning on putting her down, alright... in a Superplex!
Alyssa is stirring! Realizing where she's at... she starts hitting, furiously, into Andre's damaged ribs! Each quick strike does damage to the big man, he trying to keep focused. After nearly a dozen, quick shots, Alyssa is able to pull herself back far enough, looking Andre straight in the eyes before she...
Puts her hand around his throat! She loads one of his arms over her shoulder, looking out at the crowd in attendance tonight.
Diamond: What is she doing?
Rotten: No way... NO FUCKING WAY!
Alyssa leaps! CHOKESLAM!!! CHOKESLAM!!! Alyssa Ferro just CHOKESLAMMED Andre Dixon off the top rope! The crowd explodes, despite cheering for a Genesis member!
Crowd: “HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!”
Neither competitor is moving! The referee looks between the two of them, looking for any signs of life! None! Chris Page is on the outside, slamming his hands as hard as he can on the ring apron, trying to get Alyssa to come to! The referee has no choice but to begin the ten count, standing between the two of them to look for any signs of movement.
1...
2...
3...
4...
5...
6...
Alyssa is barely moving an arm.
7...
8...
She is slowly pulling herself toward the unconscious body of Andre Dixon.
9...
An arm drapes over his chest! The referee drops for the count!
ONE!!! TWO!!! THREE...NO!!! Andre gets an arm up! The crowd explodes as the match continues. Chris Page is livid on the outside, pulling at his hair, turning around before focusing back on the action inside, screaming for Alyssa to get to her feet. Slowly she does, desperation on her face as she realizes she doesn't have much left to give in this match. Looking down at Andre Dixon, whom is rolling onto his hands and knees, Ferro realizes Andre is about empty too. All or nothing! As Andre Dixon gets to his feet, Alyssa his waiting for him. She does the not-so-smart thing and begins to lay into him, fist after fist pumping into his jaw line. Andre simply takes the hits, feeling nothing as he catches his breath. Looking at Alyssa, she stops the attacks and simply stares in disbelief. He lunges out, Clothesline From Hell! Alyssa ducks, moving under Andre! He quickly turns, going for another!
Rotten: He's trying to take her head off!
She ducks again, he goes for ANOTHER Clothesline From Hell! Out of breath, Andre turns just as Alyssa is rushing him, leaping in the air!
Andre catches her! He goes for another Deadly Force! Just as Andre is about to send her slamming back first into the ring and ending this battle, Alyssa latches on to his throat for dear life, going for a choke hold! The sudden lack of oxygen cuts Andre from his previous attack attempt, causing him to stumble back and into the turnbuckle! Alyssa loads her legs up on the ropes, climbing to get some heavy leverage on Dixon's throat. He uses his strength advantage, however, to push her up and off of him, she landing on the ropes in a perched position. Dixon holds his throat, coughing for air and stumbles forward a few steps. Turning, he looks up at Alyssa just as she's leaping from the top rope... FIRE BOMB!
She tries to carry through the finisher; however, lightning does strike twice in the same spot tonight! Andre has enough mental grounding to know what's about to happen and grabs Alyssa by the hips. She tries to torque the momentum one more time, but she doesn't budge. She barely gets to mouth the words, “FUCK!” before Andre slams her, once again, to the mat with a HELLACIOUS Deadly Force! As soon as it connects, Alyssa's eyes roll in the back of her head and she goes limp!
SHE IS OUT COLD!
Andre wastes no time, going for the cover. As the referee slides down, Andre locks eyes with a furious Chris Page.
ONE!!! TWO!!! THREE!!!
DING....DING....DING.....
Masters: The winner of the match, ANDRE "THE KING" DIXON!
Andre reaches a vertical base. CCP is livid out on the floor. The referee raises Andre's arm in the air. Suddenly CCP dives into the ring under the bottom rope. The crowd boo's loudly enough for Andre to turn around where he catches a boot to the midsection by CCP! Page looks for the Page Plant, but it's Andre countering with a back body drop! The crowd explodes as Andre sets CCP up for the Deadly Force, but it's Alyssa Ferro with a low blow on Dixon! The boo's grow louder as KENNY RADICAL, R.J. PALMER, and DANTE ANGLAIS shoot towards the ring! Radical dives into the ring first, spearing Dixon to the mat!
Rotten: It's now 5 on 1 in the favor of Genesis!
Genesis attacks Andre like a pack of dogs as we see CCP reach a vertical base. He demands the microphone from Donald Masters. Dante, Radical, and Palmer hold Andre in place as CCP walks across the ring with microphone in hand...
CCP: SO....
The crowd roars with boo's. Dixon tries to fight his way free from the grasps of Genesis, but CCP connects with a straight boot to the side of the face!
CCP: Listen to me you monkey!
CCP grabs ahold of Andre's chin. He leans in so that he's inches away from Dixon's face.
CCP: You challenged me? Are you seriously that stupid, Andre? Apparently you are.
The crowd roars with boo's as CCP blasts Dixon in the face with a hard right hand before raising the microphone back up to his lips.
CCP: Consider this, my official acceptence! You and me Andre... 3 Stages of Hell come Adrenaline! Oh, Stage 1 will be contested as a FIRST BLOOD MATCH! Let me show you how that is going to play out!
Alyssa slides out to the floor where she throws the time keeper from his chair. She picks the chair up, slides back into the ring before handing it over to CCP.... suddenly the roof explodes as BIG SHANK and JASON MUDD shoot out from the back! In the ring Dante, R.J., and Radical throw Dixon to the mat, they catch Shank and Mudd sliding into the ring with boots to all parts of there body. Ferro jumps in as it's Radical and Ferro holding Jason Mudd back while the Tag Champs hold Shank at bay.
Diamond: This is nothing more then an assault with numbers!
CCP has the chair in hand. He looks over towards Big Shank before mouthing the words...
"THIS IS WHAT YOU HAVE IN STORE NEXT WEEK!"
CCP hoists the chair up in the air....
JAYZON WILLIAMZ
Jayzon Williamz! Jayzon storms to the ring weilding a basball bat in hand! Genesis quickly exit the ring as Williamz enters as to avoid him completely! Jayzon stands between Shank, Mudd, and Dixon daring Genesis to come back to the ring as the scene cuts to commerical...
"PLAYBOY" GRACES THE RING...
Closer from Nine Inch Nails plays over the PA system as smoke fills the entryway. Five scantly clad women escort Mic out into the arena. MIc is wearing a Black Brioni suit with a red Brioni button down. His Testoni Norvegese shoes are shining like a freshly pressed dime and his hair is absolutely perfect. Mic poses for a few pictures and then makes his way to the ring behind the girls. Mic climbs the stairs and holds the ropes for each of the ladies as they very provocatively enter the ring. The girls continue to shake their asses around the ring as Mic makes his way over to the side of the ring where he is handed a Microphone. The crowd is booing loudly and chants of Ferrari sucks begin to echo from the back. Mic looks out over the crowd thinking about how he wants to start off his face time as a beer comes flying at him from the front row.
Hey, Hey, Hey….Take it easy. I know most of you don’t have the kind of money that I do, so do you really think it is a good idea to throw your watered down $10 beers at me, especially considering I am going to change 1 lucky person’s life right here tonight.
Ferrari lowers the mic as the crowd settles down and the Ferrari sucks chants fade away
Now, as for why I am out here. As most of you know I live a very nice life. I live in a multi-Million dollar home, I drive Million dollar sports cars, I spend my time in the company of some of the most beautiful women in the world. You men want to be me and your girlfriends want to be with me. I know most of you have dreamed of this life, waking up whenever you want, doing whatever you want, seeing how the other half lives and I know this is true, because every time I go into a gas station I see most of you pathetic losers standing at the counter with your 64oz sodas, a couple of chocolate bars, maybe a donut or two and the rest of your hard earned welfare money is being spent on various scratcher tickets and Powerball. Your lives are so pathetic that you waste your money trying to hit the “Donald Trump Lottery” rather than going into the real world and working for every cent, but alas that is the American way, getting the most amount of money for the least amount of work. Now I am going to ask my lovely assistants here to lend me a hand with this contest. I am going to ask each one of my lovely ladies to go pick a gentleman out of the crowd, whoever they choose, and those five gentlemen are going to compete for the opportunity to be me for a day.
Diamond: WOW! What an opportunity for one lucky fan.
Rotten: I hope one of them picks me
Diamond: You are excluded because you are an employee of this company
Rotten: Not if I resign
The crowd roars to life with cheers as literally a thousand hands are raised in the air hoping to be picked.
Now before I get started let me make sure you understand what I am talking about. One of you will get the opportunity to live in my house, drive my cars, wear my clothes and fuck any of the women in my house and I mean as many as you can in 1 day.
Are we clear?
The crowd pops
Okay ladies, do your thing
The girls all exit the ring and walk around the crowd. The cameras follow each of the girls as they search for their contestant. Holly (a short blonde with obvious fake boobs) quickly makes her selection and a young heavy set man tries to look cool by jumping the rail. His foot gets caught going over and he falls on his face. He stands up and raises his hands in the air as Holly and him head towards the ring. Lisa (a tall black girl with an afro and a very nice body) points at her man and a middle aged black man comes into the cameras sight. Heather (a busty read head) has pulled a fan out of the front row who is an obvious Terry Borden fan. Kim ( a very hot Asian girl with fake boobs) selects a middle aged man in a suit and finally Tiffany (the tall blonde with natural boobs) selects a teenaged boy wearing a Mic Ferrari T shirt.
The girls all climb the stairs and lead their contestants into the ring and they all form a line in front of Mic with the girls standing behind them.
Okay….So these are the five gentleman who will compete for the opportunity to be me for a day.
Mic walks up to the first contestant. He is a heavy set man wearing a Lakers Jersey and hat. The hat is backwards on his head and he is breathing heavily.
Good god man. Breathing heavily already, the contest hasn’t even started and you look like you are about to drop dead. Are you okay?
I am fine
What is your name?
Derrick
Well Derrick, I have a very important question for you.
Shoot
What would you do if you could be me for a day?
I would do her. He turns around and points at Holly.
Good Choice. Is that it.
I don’t know. Maybe.
Let me ask you another question. Do you like ice cream?
Yeah
Of course you do. Look at you. Standing there in your athletic gear, looking like the pilsbury dough boy. Of course you like Ice cream. What is your favorite kind?
Chocolate Chip Cookie Dough
Mine is Neapolitan. Have you ever had Neapolitan?
Yeah I love it gtoo
Well Derrick. In my house Neapolitan is a little bit different. You see Neapolitan to me involves a blonde, a brunette and a red head, some whip cream and a whole lot of ice.
Rotten: I want one of those sundaes
Diamond: I think I am going to be sick
Mic moves on to the next contestant and looks him up and down.
Nice suit
I know. Not as nice as yours though
No it isn’t Not even close. How much did you pay for it?
499.99
Really? Mic raises his hand to the contestant and points at his wrist. Do you see that button right there?
Yeah
That button cost 499.99. I bet you would love to wear one of my suits wouldn’t you.
Hell yes
Mic moves on down the line, sees the fan wearing the Terry Borden Headband and T shirt shakes his head and moves on to the next contestant. Looks up at the Black man, says nothing and moves on to the Teenager. Looks past him at Heather
Really?
She looks back at Mic
What?
Mic looks at the boy once more
How old are you?
16
16
That’s right
Are you a virgin?
No
Really?
Yeah
Do you have a girlfriend?
No
So you would totally love to feast your eyes and mouth on all of my ladies wouldn’t you.
Yes I would.
Tell me. What would you do to Heather? He points to the girl behind him
I would do….
Nothing, your only sixteen kid. I love the enthusiasm, but you have to be 21 to play this game. I am sorry. The kid looks dejected as he turns to leave.
Tell you what, here. Mic reaches into his pocket and pulls out a wad of cash. Here is a $100 bucks. Come see me in 5 years kid.
The kid happily takes the money and walks out of the ring.
Mic walks back towards the first contestant stopping at everyone and sizing them up. Walks by the Terry Borden fan and shakes his head again. When he gets back to the first contestant he stops and looks at him.
Big Lakers fan huh
Hell yeah. The greatest team ever!
Who was the greatest Laker of all time?
That’s easy. Kobe Bryant
Are you serious? Out of all the Lakers, in the entire history of the team, you pick Kobe Bryant.
He has 5 Championships
So does Derek Fisher. What about Kareem or Magic? Kobe is better than them
Yes sir
Get out of my ring, I cannot stand to listen to your ignorance anymore and your fat ass is sweating all over my suit.
The man leaves the ring and gives Mic the finger as he walks back to his seat.
Mic walks up to the man dressed in the suit and reaches into his pocket.
Take this card, go to the address on it and tell them I sent you. He will take care of you. The man takes the card and leaves the ring with a smile on his face.
Now it is down to you two.
Mic walks up to the Terry Borden fan.
Why do you like Terry Borden?
He is the Real American
Real American? What does that mean?
He fights for the rights of every man.
Well that doesn’t necessarily make him a “Real” American, it has become painfully obvious that Mr. Borden hasn’t turned on a television in a good long time, because Americans now days are fat and lazy, they are far too consumed with their own meaningless lives to give to shits about a guy like you or the rest of the people sitting in these stands tonight. However with that being said I think it is painfully obvious that you are more in need of winning this contest than anyone else. I mean for god sake, look at how you are dressed. Cut off shorts, sandals with socks, Real American t shirt with matching Bandanna, I mean hell you even have the same facial hair as that joker. You need a life.
So without further ado, I give you the winner of the Mic Ferrari for the day contest.
The crowd cheers as the winner gets excited and starts jumping up and down.
Hold on. It gets better.
The winner stops celebrating to listen to what Mic has to say.
I said that you would be given the opportunity to be me for a day, only I didn’t say what day.
The winner looks at him puzzled.
It is nice to see that you are sucha huge Terry Borden fan, because later on tonight you are going to take my place in the Tag Team match against Terry Borden and Jocelyn Camden.
Diamond: What, he cant do that. The fan is not a trained athlete
Rotten: This is brilliant. Now he doesn’t have to team with Gilmour
You better get ready for your match tonight Mic. I am going to take my girls and do whatever I want and…
Mr. Ferrari
Mic Ferrari
Mic is interrupted by a voice being played over the loud
speakers. Mic turns to look at the Globaltron as it comes on and WGWF Co Owner Ranma Saotome sits behind his desk.
Now Mic we both know that it isn’t that you are not getting away from Terry Borden that easy.
I am not running from….
Sure you’re not. I mean I would be embarrassed to if I had lost to a man three times my age.
I…..
The mic goes off and Mic starts to tap the top of it trying to see if it is working
Now I need you listen to me real good Playboy. You are going to get in that ring tonight and you are going to perform.
The cameras show Mic standing in the ring with a disgusted look on his face and then he shouts at the Globaltron.
Come on. It’s not fair. Why Gilmour?
No I have already made one stipulation for the match tonight and I heard that you were rather upset about that. I also received your request for a shot at the World Heavyweight Championship.
Ranma holds up a piece of paper
I know see what was given to you as payment for your performance at Masters of the Mat. If it were me I would throw this contract of yours in the trash and laugh you right back to the unemployment line, but your ego may have written a check that your ass can’t cash. So this is how it is all going to go down. Next Monday night on the 4th of July Brawl Mic Ferrari will meet Jocelyn Camden in that very ring for the World Heavyweight Championship.
Diamond: What an announcement from Co-Owner Ranma Saotome.
Rotten: Ferrari is going to be World Champion next week
Tonight you will be in the ring in Tag Team action. If your team wins Peter Gilmour gets a shot at the World Championship at Adrenaline, if your team loses the match tonight, Gilmour gets nothing and you will swap lives with your contest winner. He will live your life for the day and you will live his. No money, no luxuries, no women, no nothing
Diamond: That certainly makes the match interesting tonight.
Rotten: Oh My God, Ferrari without luxuries. I can’t picture it.
The camera shows Mic in the ring and he is beside himself with Rage. Kicking the bottom rope and shouting
That’s not fair
Have a good night.
The Globaltron fades leaving Ferrari in the ring fuming as we cut to commercial
MATCH 6:
STREET FIGHT
DEAN JAMES vs KEVIN JEWERT
Masters: The following match is scheduled for one fall and is a Street Fight! Introducing first! From Commodore, Pennsylvania... weighing in at 300 pounds! He is “Corporal” Keven Jewert!
The fans give a cheer for Keven Jewert as “Smoke and Mirrors” by Lifehouse begins to play. The arena is filled with cameo colored lights as the Corporal makes his way out on the stage! Walking down the ramp, Jewert pauses for a second and salutes the fans, pyros firing off in the background. Walking to the ring, climbing up on the apron, he takes a few seconds to look out into the crowd, giving one final salute before getting inside the ring. As he gets in his corner, the music slowly dies away and the cheers from the fans do the same.
Masters: And his opponent... from Victoria, Australia. He weighs in at 230 pounds and is a WGWF Hall of Famer! Dean James!
“The Antidote” by Story of the Year begins to play and Dean James wastes no time walking down the ramp and sliding into the ring. His eyes are locked on Keven Jewert and his focus is absolute.
Diamond: Dean James, I don't think I've ever seen him so focused. It's like he has something to prove tonight.
Rotten: What? That he doesn't suck?
With both men in the ring, the referee goes over the rules with them. The match starts in the ring. The match ends in the ring. Everything else counts. Weapons, blood, no disqualification. No count outs. It's all fair game. Understanding, both men nod and the crowd stays silent, waiting for the action to go underway. They take a few steps back and the referee singles for the bell!
Ding! Ding! Ding!
Instantly Dean James is on Keven Jewert! Rushing the bigger man, Jewert tries to swing at Dean James, but he moves behind and turns quickly, sending a huge kick to the back of Jewert's knee! Jewert stumbles forward, Dean kicking his knee again, causing it to buckle and Jewert to fall to a kneeling position.
Rotten: Already fighting dirty! Dean needs every trick if he wants to prove he's a winner and not a LOSER!
Diamond: Smart tactics in a match where they are no rules.
Dean takes a few steps back and rushes Keven Jewert, sending a thunderous drop kick to the back of The Corporal's head that brings the man buckling down to the ground entirely. Getting back to his feet, Dean James sends a few kicks to the back of Keven Jewert before bringing him back to a vertical base. A few pop shots, Dean James whips Keven Jewert into a turnbuckle, following up quickly with a huge leaping knee to the face! Keven Jewert stumbles forward, Dean taking the few seconds of time to launch himself up onto the top rope, turning his attention on Keven Jewert that's completely stunned. Jewert turns around... Dean James launches himself!
He lands on Jewert... Hurracanrana!!! The momentum sends Jewert sliding outside of the ring and to the ground, gasping for breath and trying to gain control!
Diamond: Dean James here in the early minutes of this match has been CONSTANTLY on Keven Jewert! Is he wanting to end this early?
Rotten: More like make a statement... that he doesn't suck.
Dean slides out of the ring as Keven Jewert is getting to his feet. Helping him to a vertical, Dean James is taken off guard by his larger opponent whom rushes Dean backwards and into the guard rail! Fans take this chance to pat both wrestlers, Dean James having nothing of it, pushing away and stumbling with the wind knocked out of him. Keven Jewert grabs Dean by his wild hair, however, and turns him around... tossing Dean James right over the rail and into the crowd! The fans get pushed back by security and Dean James's face is of pure agony from landing back first on the hard cement!
Keven Jewert climbs of the rail and picks Dean James up. Lifting him... Scoop slam! SNAP! Dean James screams from his back being tortured against the unforgiving cement slab! Keven Jewert kicks as James for a few seconds before picking him up, ramming an elbow in the man's jawline. Keven Jewert picks up Dean James and drops him quickly onto a knee before once again hitting another scoop slam!
Diamond: Keven Jewert is going to shatter Dean James back at this point!
Rotten: He'll have no choice but to retire!
Keven Jewert smiles down at his handy work of the destruction of Dean James, slowly picking the man up again... LOW BLOW! Dean James has enough sense to remember the rules of the game and know his surroundings! Keven Jewert stumbles way, hands between his legs to give Dean James hopefully enough time to get back on his feet and in control. Keven Jewert slowly walks back to Dean James after a minute of fondling his crushed nuts; however, Dean James is wanting to give himself a little more time... Drop toe hold!
Face first into a steel chair! One of the chairs of the fans meets harshly to the incoming Corporal's face! He isn't moving! Dean James is still in a lot of agony, though, simply sitting and holding his back, waiting for the rush to subside before he continues on.
The fans around the two continue to shout and holler, Dean James slowly getting to his feet and picking up Keven Jewert along with him. Keven sends a few pop shots to Dean's ribs and pushes him against the railing. Waving Dean off, Keven slowly turns and stumbles through the crowd, walking up the steps and looking for an exit!
Rotten: The Corporal's running!
Diamond: He's trying to give himself some space, Rotten. If these men don't get a breather, they're going to kill one another.
Rotten: That's a bad thing?
Dean follows Keven up the steps, Jewert making it out the exit and into a hallway where concessions is sat up at. Dean rushes behind him, ramming an elbow into the back of the man's head, sending him stumbling into and over a table sat up! The workers behind the table quickly move out of the way, a cooler filled with ice cold beer being turned over. One of the beers rolls to Dean James feet and he picks it up, opening it up to take a quick drink. Keven Jewert uses the table to pull himself to his feet... but gets a face full of beer as Dean James spits it at him. Wiping his face, Keven can't defend himself as Dean James sends the can of beer straight into the face of his opponent, knocking him back and stumbling away yet again!
Keven Jewert stumbles next into a booth sat up for nachos! Dean James pushes Keven over and again crew workers are having to get out of the way or be topped by the two wrestlers here tonight! Dean follows Keven over, kicking at the man before picking him up. Face first into the table, Dean goes for another slam, but Keven counters and slams Dean James face first this time instead! Dean stumbles back against the way and Keven Jewert somehow finds the space to lift for a big boot, ramming it down Dean's throat! He collapses, almost out cold. Keven takes a breather, looking around and suddenly grins...
He sees the nacho cheese dispenser! He gets a vile thought!
Diamond: Is he going to do what I think he is?
Rotten: No rules! Burn him alive!
Diamond: That stuff is molten! Someone needs to stop this or they WILL kill one another!
Keven Jewert lifts up the nacho cheese dispenser and gets ready to turn its contents over and out on Dean James... but just as the cheese comes rolling out, Dean James rolls under the table! Some of the nacho cheese hits him on the back of his neck and shoulder, the scream of the heat and burning enough to let us all know exactly how much it hurts. Empty with cheese, Keven Jewert throws the empty container at Dean James, sliding around on the nacho sauce to try to keep his balance.
Rotten: What a waste. Such good cheese.
Diamond: These two men are going to need medical attention after this.
Keven climbs over the table and after Dean James, whom is crawling away, trying to get to his feet. Keven helps him to his feet, sending an elbow into the sore back of the Hall of Famer before turning him around to grapple... but Dean James counters! Kick to the gut! Snap Suplex! On the tile floor! Both men look to be in pain after that one, neither moving! There's no count out, there has to be a winner! People are gathering around, using their phones for photos and video to upload. Slowly Dean James gets to his feet, pulling Keven Jewert back to his too. Limping, Dean leads them to the bathroom, ramming Keven Jewert face first into the door. It doesn't give, Keven Jewert stumbling back; so, Dean thrusts him into the door again... it still doesn't give!
Dean James: For fuck sake! Open!
Dean James rams Keven Jewert into the door one more time, Keven simply leaning against it, not having the energy to do anything else. After a few seconds, Keven stumbles back... but gets a face full of door, yet AGAIN, as it is pushed open from the other side, a random bystander seeing the match and quickly rushing to safety. Keven Jewert collapses, holding the door open as Dean James stands there rubbing the back of his head.
Dean James: Oh... wrong way.
He shrugs and limps over, picking Keven up and leading him into the bathroom. First off the wall, then the sink, and finally against the mirror to crack it, Keven Jewert's face meets everything, the mirror being the one that finally busts the man wide open.
Rotten: There's the blood they all want to see!
Diamond: Dear god this is a massacre.
Dean James tosses Keven Jewert hard against a bathroom stall, it flying open and the man stumbles in. Grinning, Dean limps in after the man, going to pick him up and align him with the toilet. He sets him up into position... for the Below Zero!
Diamond: Dear god! No!
Dean James goes for the Below Zero, trying to drop Keven Jewert head first into the toilet with the devastating finisher; however, there's not enough room and Keven Jewert pushes Dean James against the wall of the stall, getting space between them. Dean James tapes a step forward... bad move! Keven Jewert, desperate, returns the favor from earlier and straight jabs Dean James in his package as hard as he can! Both me collapse, Dean James curling up in himself, looking to throw up at any second from the pain.
Just then, the door to the bathroom opens and whistling can be heard. The camera man focuses the attention on... Jason Mudd!? The fans give a huge pop for The WGWF's Premier Ass Hole as he walks in on the carnage in the bathroom! With a news paper in hand, looking ready to drop some kids off at the pool, Jason stops his whistling as he sees Keven Jewert and Dean James in the stall, collapsed practically on top of one another.
Jason Mudd: Uh... can you two hurry up? I really need to go.
There's no answer. After a few seconds Jason Mudd walks over to Keven Jewert, nudging him with his shoe. The man's barely moving, let alone breathing. Looking left, then right, Jason Mudd slowly lays down the news paper, backing up.
Jason Mudd: Looks like you two are going to be a while... you probably need this more than I do. Make sure to wipe when you finish, boys. I'll drop a deuce else where.
The fans roar in laughter from the cameo of Jason Mudd, he casually shrugging and walking out of the bathroom. Just as the door closes, Dean James and Keven Jewert begin to stir. Keven Jewert is to his feet first, pulling Dean James to his and taking the man from the stall, heading toward the door.
Diamond: We can only hope that Jewert will bring Dean back here into the arena. Finish this beating from hell.
Rotten: I'm amused, myself. I actually have nothing to complain about for once.
Keven pushes the door open with Dean's face, forcing the man to follow him as he does, indeed, hit the entrance to the arena, attempting to bring this back into the ring to finish things! Just as he gets to the steps to walk down them, however, Dean James drops to his feet and sends a quick chop block to the back of the leg he worked on at the beginning of the match. Tumbling down goes Keven Jewert, down over twenty steps, end over end, finally crashing hard against the rail that separates the fans from the ring.
Diamond: He had to have broken his neck. He isn't moving.
Dean James uses the rail leading down the steps as leverage to slowly walk down, a grin on his face. Keven Jewert is completely motionless at the bottom, still not moving when Dean gets to him. Using all the strength he has left, Dean has to force the dead weight of the corporal to get over and over the railing. The man crumbles in a heap on the other side, Dean James slowly coming out after him Pulling him by the leg, Dean James gets Keven Jewert up on the ring apron and pushes him inside, finally. Dean James crawls in himself, the fans giving a pop that things are finally back into the ring.
Dean James slowly lifts Keven Jewert to his feet, singling for the Box Office Smash; however, before he can dip Keven's head between his legs, Jewert out of no where has a last ditch amount of strength hit, he picking Dean James up! Shocked, Dean James doesn't have enough time to fight it as Keven Jewert takes three running steps... Corporal Punishment! Corporal Punishment!
Diamond: This one's over!
Rotten: About time!
Keven Jewert can't follow up! He has lost too much blood, too weak from the hell these men have put themselves through tonight! The fans roar, trying to get Keven Jewert to his feet or to go for the pin... but nothing! He is out of gas! Done! Dean James isn't fairing any better, his eyes rolling into the back of his head as he fights to keep conscious. Dean James rolls over, coughing, spitting a bit of blood up on the mat. Ignoring the sign of the potential internal bleeding, Dean James gets to a knee, looking over to find Keven Jewert is stirring as well. Stumbling as he stands, Dean has to use the ropes as leverage, gasping for breath as Keven Jewert gets to his feet. Dean James slowly walks toward the man, Keven Jewert automatically attacking out with a Big Boot that misses! Keven Jewert hangs his leg on the rope, pulling himself backwards to get it off and stumbles... right into Dean James... BELOW ZERO! The DDT rocks Keven Jewert! The BELOW ZERO hits this time! Keven Jewert crumbles, his weight sending him onto his back and Dean barely gets an arm over the man's chest!
ONE!! TWO!!! THREE!! It's done!
“The Antidote” by Story of the Year plays as Dean James rolls himself over on his back, keeping his eyes closed, trying to catch his breath. The referee goes to raise his hand, despite being out on the ground. Dean pulls away, wanting to be left alone and let his body mellow out from the strain and damage done tonight.
TAG TEAM ACTION
NON TITLE
HEAT and FIRE vs RJ. PALMER and DANTE ANGLAIS (c) w/ Chris Page
Diamond: Continuing on with tonight's immense action, we are about to witness what should be one heck of a tag team affair! Heat and Fire, staples in the WGWF fabric made their return at Masters of The Mat and they've immediately jumped from the frying pan into the fire.
Rotten: That's one way of putting it. I get it, you're back, people are excited, but we're talking about a tag team that has been unstoppable as of late in Palmer and Anglais.
Diamond: And a non-title victory over the members of Genesis would propel Heat and Fire right to the top of the division.
Rotten: It's bad enough that the two have run roughshod over the division, but add Chris Page to the mix and you've got a very volatile situation here.
Fans rise to there feet as "Sweet Child O' Mine" by Guns N' Roses rips across the sound system as the lights blink red and yellow as Heat and Fire make their way out on stage. They raises their arms as two huge fire balls go off at the bottom if the stage as they makes their way towards the ring.
Diamond: What an ovation for the returning veterans!
The synth intro to "Destabilize" by Enter Shikari starts playing through the speakers and boos echo around the arena. R.J. steps out on stage, tag title slung over his shoulder, with an arrogant smirk and stands on the stage and embraces all the hatred coming at him. He signals the crowd to keep it all coming and then starts to walk down to the ring. When near the ring, he runs up and slides under the bottom rope and into the ring and springs up to his feet. He hands the tag title to the ref as he awaits his partner.
Rotten: Palmer is ready to roll here. Looks like this one is going to explode here tonight.
The lights down as the intro of "Are You Ready?" By In Case Of Fire begins to build up, the lights die down and three spotlights slowly drift from the bottom of the entrance ramp all the way to the top as the vocals kick in and the arena becomes a blur of red flashing lights. Dante steps out from behind the curtain, holding his tag title high in the air, and stands atop the entrance ramp for a moment or two. He closes his eyes as he can literally smell the anticipation amongst the fans before he heads down the entrance ramp and towards the ring with an arrogant, yet purposeful, spring in his step. He slowly climbs the ring steps before climbing between the ropes, stepping into the ring. He spins around, looking out at the crowd before ascending the turnbuckle and pointing at himself for a few moments before dropping his arms to his sides, an arrogant smirk upon his face. He jumps down from the turnbuckle and uses the ropes to stretch, eagerly awaiting the sound of the bell as he hands the tag title belt to the ref.
Diamond: The referee giving all four men the lowdown here as we get ready too...
"Zero" by the Smashing Pumpkins hits as CCP makes his way out onto the ramp to a chorus of boos.
Diamond: Of course.
Rotten: Is that any way to show respect to the owner?
Diamond: HALF owner...let's get that clear.
Rotten lets it slide as CCP does his level best to take all eyes off himself and direct them to the in-ring action. Fire and Dante are going to start things off as the bell sounds. The two men circle one another and Fire makes the first move, moving in with an attempted front kick that Dante swats away, smiling.
Diamond: Little feeler move there by Fire, the veteran showing why he's to be called such.
Rotten: A kick that doesn't hit its mark doesn't put you in the upper tier of the business, wins do.
Fire and Dante go to the collar and elbow tie up. Fire seizes the advantage with an armbar submission on one half of the world's champions as he looks to Heat at ringside who is pleased with the move. Fire tightens the move up as Dante grits his teeth, but with a quick maneuver, is able to counter the move into an armbar submission of his own. Heat taps his own arm, feeling the pain, but with a quick series of forward rolls, he is able to break free of the hold.
Diamond: Very nice opening exchange there.
Fire points to the his head with the thinking man's finger as Dante nods in approval. Fire moves in and Dante sidesteps, pushing Fire headfirst into the two awaiting fingers held up by RJ who eyerakes the veteran to a smattering of boos from the crowd.
Rotten: HAH!
Fire staggers back as Dante plays with the crowd who shower him with a chorus of boos as CCP cheers the move from ringside. Fire surges forward again, but Dante is quick a leg trip takedown, grounding Fire. Dante reaches up and RJ meets the tag, leaping to the top rope and immediately coming down on the back with a stomp. RJ yanks Fire to his feet and he issues a back hand slap as Fire stumbles backwards towards the center of the ring.
Diamond: Tag champs not making any friends tonight.
Rotten: Why would they care too? They're the ones with the belts!
RJ shoots himself off the ropes and he executes a picture perfect spinning neckbreaker that grounds Fire. A quick cover and a 1...shoulder up.
Diamond: Heat and Fire definitely coming to fight here tonight. Gonna take a great deal more to keep the veterans down.
RJ pulling Fire back to a vertical base. A quick succession of hard right hands backs Fire into the ropes where RJ shoots him off. Fire ducks under and immediately leaps towards his corner, tagging in Heat.
Rotten: Little early for the hot tag, wouldn't you agree?
Heat takes RJ down with a right hand as Dante enters the fray. A right hand for Dante. RJ up, scoop and a slam from Heat as the tag champs are under the bottom rope to regroup.
Diamond: NEVER TOO EARLY!
CCP chatting up the tag champs on the floor as the crowd comes alive for Heat and Fire. Heat signals to the crowd and he runs the ropes.
Diamond: Wait a moment, Heat perched and he takes flight ON THE WINGS OF EAGLES! FLYING BODY PRESS! IT HITS!
Heat crashes down on Dante, RJ and CCP and the crowd comes unglued.
Rotten: He hit Page! He should be fined!
Heat reaches down for RJ, the legal man and he pulls him up, rolling him back into the ring. Heat leaps up onto the apron as RJ lays prone in the center of the ring. Heat signals and he looks for the top rope springboard.
Diamond: Here goes...NO! RJ PULLS DOWN THE TOP ROPE AND HEAT SPILLS INTO THE RING!
Rotten: Hah! And who's the smart one?
CCP with a pat on the shoulder for Anglais who is buried by a booing audience as RJ shakes off the cobwebs and rises to his feet, now aware of the advantage. RJ not looking to waste any time and he pulls Heat up and shoulders him with a fireman's carry.
Rotten: Is he gonna...this soon?
Diamond: RJ looking for the Antagonize...he throws Heat out, HEAT LANDS ON HIS FEET! INSIDE CRADLE! 1...2...THR...NO!
Both men come to their feet as RJ is wild eyed realizing he was a mere moment away from taking a non-title loss. Heat is immediately turned inside out with a lariat as RJ heads to his corner, tagging Dante back in.
Rotten: That's why they are the champs. Did you see that lariat? Good gracious.
Dante playing with the prone Heat as he rakes his boot across the forehead of the downed veteran. Dante with a stomp to the back as Heat is grounded. Fire holding the tag rope and smacking the turnbuckle, clamoring for a tag.
Diamond: Fire getting the crowd behind him!
Rotten: All the cheers in the world won't save Heat from a three count if Dante and RJ pull the trigger here tonight.
Dante pulls Heat up, locking in a sleeper hold, looking to force the veteran to submit while the live crowd cheers him on.
Diamond: Dante has the submission locked in tight.
Rotten: Can you imagine what would happen here if Heat passes out here in front of this live crowd?
Diamond: It certainly wouldn't do their tag title chances any wonders.
Heat begins to fade as the referee moves in, looking for the end that Dante is hoping to spell with his sleeper. The ref raises the right arm and it drops once. He raises it up again and it drops a second time. He raises it again.
Diamond: Here we go, it looks like...no! Heat keeping his arm raises! This live crowd getting behind him! BACK ELBOW! ANOTHER! A THIRD! DANTE RELEASES!
Heat hits the ropes, before he can hit an impact maneuver, Dante scoops him up for a big slam. Heat slides down the back and hits a standing dropkick. Dante is sent into the ropes, his arms draped across the second rope.
Rotten: Oh please don't do what I think that you're...
The crowd having seen this once or twice before gets behind Heat as he shoots himself off the ropes and instead of doing the obvious he drives a huge knee into Dante's back. Dante falls back, landing in the center of the ring clutching his lower back.
Diamond: Fire looking for the tag. Come on Heat!
Heat slow to move towards his partner as Dante looks to make the tag himself. Dante leaps up and tags in RJ.
Rotten: Oh boy, here we go, RJ is gonna...
Diamond: THERE'S THE TAG! HERE COMES FIRE!
The crowd is on their feet as CCP slams the mat, cheering RJ on. RJ draws his fist back but before he has a chance to meet the delivery to Fire, Fire stuns him with two quick jabs. RJ staggers back as Fire hits a double edge chop, taking RJ off his feet. RJ back up and Fire with a floatover dropkick. Fire lands on his feet as he looks to the crowd. They come unglued as he points to the top rope.
Diamond: RJ prone in the center of the ring, could we about to witness the frogsplash?
Fire to the top rope as Heat, now having recovered on the apron, cheers him on. Fire getting into position as he looks to the crowd for support.
Rotten: He needs to stop wasting time here.
Diamond: This crowd paid good money to see the return of the two veterans and I'm sure he just wants to see that they get their money's worth!
Fire in position and he prepares to take off as CCP flags him down from the ringside area.
Diamond: What is Page...Heat off the apron...he's giving chase!
Fire turns back towards RJ and the task at hand as Heat chases CCP around the ring.
Diamond: FIRE TAKES FLIGHT...KNEES UP! KNEES UP!
Rotten: Dare I say the obvious and quote a great man by calling it an EPIC FAIL?
Fire clutching his ribs in the ring as Heat has CCP backed up against a ring post.
Diamond: Heat is going to take the co-owner out!
Rotten: He'd better not! Wait, there's Dante! There's Dante!
Diamond: Heat doesn't see him!
Heat clenches a fist and takes a shot at Page but he is trapped by Dante.
Rotten: THE UPRISING! GOOD GRACIOUS! UPRISING ON THE RINGSIDE FLOOR!
Diamond: Heat is out, Heat is...wait, Fire coming to his feet in the ring, so is RJ.
The referee turning away from the action on the floor as Dante climbs back up onto the apron as CCP points and laughs at Heat on the floor. Fire surges towards RJ with a jumping forearm attempt, but RJ sidesteps it.
Diamond: RJ quick to...THE PALMER CHOKE! THE PALMER CHOKE IS LOCKED IN ON FIRE!
RJ takes Fire to the ground to give the submission further life as the referee drops down.
Rotten: HE TAPPED! HE TAPPED! WHAT A WIN FOR THE CHAMPS!
"Destabilize" by Enter Shikari begins to play once again as CCP demands the belts from the ring attendant. He tosses them to both Dante and RJ as Dante steps through the ropes and into the ring to celebrate with his partner. Fire rolls under the bottom rope and onto the floor as Heat slowly rises, glaring at the members of Genesis in the ring.
Diamond: The odds stacked too high against the veterans here tonight, but you can be sure they'll meet in that ring again one day soon...hopefully with CCP BANNED FROM RINGSIDE!
Rotten: Why? For lending moral support to his stablemates?
Diamond: His distraction led to Fire's end.
Rotten: A sound tactic if you ask me. Either way, a big victory for the champs here tonight.
Diamond: Even if it was by questionable means...it certainly is another feather in the cap of both RJ and Dante.
The celebration continues as the cameras cuts backstage.
JOCELYN CAMDEN and TERRY BORDEN...
Backstage, we see Jocelyn Camden sitting in the cafeteria eating a salad. She goes to take another bite when Terry Borden and his friend, “Hot Bod” Rowdy Roody Peeper approach her at her table. The massively overweight Peeper is the first to approach Borden.
Peeper: Hey there lady…
Camden: Take a hike.
Peeper: Ok
Peeper turns and walks away, leaving Borden looking scared and confused. He looks as if he wants to sit down, but hesitates.
Camden: Sit down, Terry.
Terry pulls a chair out and sits at the table. He looks at Camden, nervously.
Camden: Spit it out.
Borden: O…ok, sister. Look, we’re going to be competing as a team tonight, right? And we should act like a team, dude…
Camden: Dude?
Borden: …dudette. We need to go out and EXCITE the Americamanics and the Camdenites! We need to come out TOGETHER and we need to show the world that we’re going to run WILD, SISTER!
Camden just takes another bite of her salad, staring holes into Borden.
Borden: …so, we should be introduced as a group…and I know JUST the song to do it, too!
At that time, Borden pulls out a CD player from virtually thin air. He clicks the play button, and the song begins to play….
Borden stops the tape and looks at Camden, with a huge smile on his face. Camden takes the last couple of chews in that piece of salad before finally responding.
Camden: …get the fuck out.
Borden quickly jumps out of the chair and runs off, CD player in hand. Camden just shakes her head as she continues to eat as the scene cuts back to ringside.
MATCH 5:
SINGLES ACTION
ALYSSA FERRO w/ Chris Page vs ANDRE "THE KING" DIXON
Masters: The following match is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, representing Genesis and being accompanied to the ring by WGWF Co-Owner “Chronic” Chris Page, she is from St. Marys, Pennsylvania. Alyssa Ferro!
“Born Like This” by Three Days Grace begins to play, the theme for Genesis and one of the few songs in the WGWF that can instantly turn a cheering crowd into nothing bot a chorus of boos. Alyssa makes her way out onto the ramp with Chris Page following her, tutoring her on what to do tonight in the match with the obviously larger, stronger opponent in Andre Dixon.
Diamond: She has to be worried for her well being tonight. After the tough loss Andre felt at Masters of the Mat, he's looking for any chance he can get to rip a member of Genesis in half.
Rotten: Alyssa is tiny. If Andre gets those bear like hands around her. He may do just that.
They walk down the ramp together, Page going over some last minute pieces of detail, Alyssa simply nodding her head in understanding. As they get to the ring, she climbs up on the apron and gets straight into the ring, Chris Page staying outside, looking focused on the task at hand. Alyssa walks to a turnbuckle and stays there, closing her eyes and resting her head on the padded material with the music fading...
“Gangsta Music” by Young Jeezy suddenly starts blaring through the crowd, getting an opposite reaction from seconds prior. Cheers and yells of approval come from all around as Andre Dixon steps out from behind back and onto the ramp.
Masters: And the opponent! From Atlanta, Georgia and weighing in at 230 pounds! He is Andre “The King” Dixon!
Andre pounds his chest in pride, nodding left and right to the crowd as he makes his way down the ramp. Alyssa has her focus on her opponent now, her body moving back and forth at a quick pace. That speed is the one thing that may keep her out of the ER tonight.
Andre leaps up on the ringside, pulling himself through and staring at Alysaa. She stares back, not about to back down from the challenge at hand in facing her former stablemate. From her, Andre brings his glare to Chris Page, whom has a smug smirk on his face from the hell they put each other through at Masters of the Mat.
Diamond: That gaze tells a lot of things, Rotten. Andre Dixon is one angry man. Alyssa, if she's not careful is going to be one broken woman before this match ends.
Rotten: Don't count her out. She's tiny, but god damn if she fast! Andre can't win if he never gets his hands on her!
Diamond: She better hope he doesn't get his hands on her.
The music fades and the fans continue to cheer. The referee talks to Alyssa and Andre, explaining the rules. Alyssa nods in understanding, but Andre continues to stare at Chris Page.
Referee: Andre, do you understand what I have said? Andre? Andre, answer me.
Finally The King looks to the referee and gives a single nod. From there the referee looks to the time keeper and singles for the bell.
Ding! Ding! Ding!
Andre goes back to looking at Chris Page, Alyssa having her entire focus on Dixon. She moves around him, getting closer but Andre pays her no attention. Finally Alyssa goes for the first move, sending a hard, stiff forearm to the jawline of Andre. This gets his attention, alright, as he turns his gaze to her, she realizing the attack had no effect. Andre sends a wild strike at Alyssa, but she easily back steps and ducks under it, putting some distance between the two of them.
Andre starts walking toward Alyssa, she keeping her distance, moving faster on her feet, circling the ring. Finally Andre makes a lunge into the center, trying to grab Alyssa. He gets a hand on her, but she lets her body weight drop, her tiny arm sliding out of Andre's unexpected grasp. From there she slides between Andre's legs and sends a kick to the side of his knee while pulling herself away. This one lands some pain, Andre bending his leg, looking down at the damage done. Wrong move. Alyssa takes the chance to bounce off the ropes and leap, landing a drop kick to the side of Andre's head. The momentum rocks him, but he doesn't fall. Alyssa gets to her feet, sending a few high kicks to Andre's jaw, stumbling him back.
Rotten: That's it, kick him in the face! Knock them teeth out!
Diamond: Alyssa is being careful, but quick in trying to do as much damage to Andre as possible.
Alyssa sees a chance to take Andre down and goes off the ropes again, going for a quick round house kick; however, as the leg goes for Andre's face, he ducks to the side, grabs the leg and pulls Alyssa in! He goes for a huge hammer smash on the woman's face, but she counters! Using her other foot, she plants it on Andre's knee and uses it to springboard herself into a backwards jump, freeing herself from Andre's grasp and evading the blow that would have done some serious damage.
Rotten: That was close.
Alyssa looks up from landing on her feet, but only in time to find that Andre had closed the distance between them. He brings a quick knee into her stomach, doubling her over with the air knocked from her lungs. She's about to collapse, but Andre has other plans for her. Grappling Alyssa, Andre sends her soaring across the ring and chest first into a turnbuckle. She collapses and rolls out of the ring, falling to her hands and knees on the floor. Chris Page is over to her side a second later, kneeling and pushing more orders into her head. Alyssa easily pushes the pain to the back of her mind as she stands, holding her ribs while looking at Andre. The King sees Page and instantly leaves the ring, heading their way. Alyssa drops to a knee, her tiny frame hidden from view as Chris Page quickly makes his way in the opposite direction Andre's headed. Just as Andre turns the corner, however, Alyssa comes rushing Andre, leaping up on the barricade and hitting a huge clothesline to Andre's throat! The momentum sends him stumbling back and Alyssa takes advantage! Leaping up on the apron of the ring, she sends a kick to the forehead of Andre, cracking his skull backwards against the post, ringing his melon like a bell! He stumbles forward, feeling that one and Alyssa follows up the combo by leaping off the apron and hitting Andre in the back. This sends him ribs first into the barricade and also restarts the count by the referee.
Alyssa sends a few quick kicks to the back of Andre's knee, grabs him, and uses all of her strength to send him shoulder first into the ring post. He connects and shakes his head, rolling himself into the ring. He's slow to his feet, which is bad for The King. Alyssa is already on the top rope, measuring Andre up. He turns to face her. Alyssa leaps... Fire Bomb! She connects, twisting into the DDT of the hellacious finisher... NO!
Counter!
Deadly Force! Andre countered the Fire Bomb with a Deadly Force! Alyssa is bent over herself, out cold in the center of the ring!
Rotten: That is an inappropriate position for a lady to be in! Andre, don't you have any dignity for yourself, you monster!
Diamond: This one's over!
With the fans cheering, Andre Dixon rubs the back of his head, still feeling the effects of the assault Ferro gave him earlier. Dropping to his knees, he flattens out his opponent, pinning her with a hooked leg.
Chris Page! He jumps up on the apron, grabbing the referee's attention! The ref knows how this goes and is instantly in Page's face, telling him to get down or he will be banned from ringside, owner or not! Page quickly barks back about how he's the owner... and Andre will have none of it! Andre charges at Chris Page, whom drops from the apron! Andre doesn't quit there! He leaves the ring, chasing Chris Page around the ring, Alyssa barely moving in the squared circle!
Rotten: Chris Page doing what he does best.
Diamond: Interfering in something that he clearly shouldn't?
Rotten: Managing these up and coming stars, Diamond. He's buying Alyssa enough time. As soon as she's up, Andre's in trouble.
Diamond: If she can walk, Flash. Her back could be snapped in half after that brutal display of strength from Andre.
Andre continues to chase Chris Page, whom slides into the ring. The referee instantly tells him to get out, and he does... when Andre slides in after him. The referee has his attention on Chris Page, however, and doesn't see Alyssa suddenly lift from the mat and uppercut Andre in the junk right as he leaps over her to go after Page once more. Andre crashes to the mat and slides, his head dangling off the side of the ring. The referee keeps an eye on Page, making sure he doesn't interfere.
Alyssa slowly stands, holding her ribs and in absolute agony. Seeing the position that Dixon is in, however, she takes a chance and rushes, leaping up on the second turnbuckle closest to Dixon and drops off to the outside, hitting a huge Guillotine leg drop that sends Alyssa to the outside, holding her back and Andre Dixon rolling himself in the ring, holding the back of his head as if a Firetruck just smacked into it.
The referee finally pays attention to Andre, going to check on him. Chris Page helps Alyssa to her feet, motioning for her to end this. She nods, still fighting back the pain as she slowly climbs the apron and gets onto the top rope. Taking a deep breath, she focuses on the prone body of The King on the mat, taking a HUGE leap into the air, spinning...
360...
540...
720! How the hell!? She lands a HUGE splash on Andre Dixon! Not one, not two, TWO rotations in the air as she lands down in the frog splash on Andre. Both of them show the impact as Alyssa manages to collapse on the breathless Dixon.
One! Two! Th... NO! Andre tosses Ferro off, instantly going to his damaged and battered ribs!
Diamond: Andre has to still be feeling the wounds from Masters of the Mat. With Alyssa putting her body on the line here tonight, this could honestly be anyone's game at this point.
Rotten: Genesis doesn't quit! Bitches gets stitches! And Andre is about to get busted up!
Alyssa sees that Andre is still prone as she gets to her feet. Taking a deep breath, she bounces off the ropes, rolls, and hugs a rolling thunder on the injured ribs of Andre! He gasps in pain as he tries to roll over; however, Ferro goes for another pin!
One! Two! Kick out! He tosses her off again! This time, she's ready for it, landing on her feet. She's nodding her head, gaining momentum and confidence! She heads to the turnbuckle closest to Andre and climbs up it, slower than normal as having already taken a huge amount of damage. Measuring Andre, she takes a deep breath and goes for huge splash again!
Andre rolls out!
Alyssa manages to catch herself at the last second, pulling herself into a landing position, hitting feet first on the mat. One of her legs slightly buckle and she stumbles yet remains standing.
Diamond: I think Alyssa may have just hurt her knee in pulling an emergency landing from that take off.
Rotten: No! Come on, Alyssa!
Alyssa takes a step and stumbles, Andre right there to great her... Spear! The move hits solid, no give as Andre continues running forward with Alyssa stuck to his shoulder, ramping her back first into the turnbuckle! She gasps, eyes wide, Andre pulling her a few steps back and loading up for a suplex!
Andre is slow to react, taking a dozen seconds as he sits up, but he turns and rolls himself over on Alyssa, hooking back a leg.
One... Two... Three... NO! She some how gets her tiny shoulder up! Andre shakes his head, sighing and running a hand across his face to get rid of the sweat build up from the duration of the match.
Diamond: She won't give up.
Rotten: That's a trait of a true member of Genesis, you know.
Andre slowly gets up, pulling Alyssa up by the hair. The referee gets between them, enforcing the rules and telling Andre to cut the hair pulling. He waves the referee off and nearly yanks her shoulder out of socket as he pulls Alyssa to her feet. She stumbles, Andre carrying her over to a turnbuckle and setting her on top. Slowly he gets on the first rope. Then the second... on top! Andre is picking Alyssa up! What is he planning!
Rotten: Dear God, King Kong! Put the lady down!
Diamond: Is he seriously going to superplex her? If he does this, Genesis is going to be missing one more member and the obituary will have one more entry tomorrow!
Andre looks and taunts Chris Page, whom is yelling at Andre to put Alyssa down. Andre nods with a grin. He's planning on putting her down, alright... in a Superplex!
Alyssa is stirring! Realizing where she's at... she starts hitting, furiously, into Andre's damaged ribs! Each quick strike does damage to the big man, he trying to keep focused. After nearly a dozen, quick shots, Alyssa is able to pull herself back far enough, looking Andre straight in the eyes before she...
Puts her hand around his throat! She loads one of his arms over her shoulder, looking out at the crowd in attendance tonight.
Diamond: What is she doing?
Rotten: No way... NO FUCKING WAY!
Alyssa leaps! CHOKESLAM!!! CHOKESLAM!!! Alyssa Ferro just CHOKESLAMMED Andre Dixon off the top rope! The crowd explodes, despite cheering for a Genesis member!
Crowd: “HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!”
Neither competitor is moving! The referee looks between the two of them, looking for any signs of life! None! Chris Page is on the outside, slamming his hands as hard as he can on the ring apron, trying to get Alyssa to come to! The referee has no choice but to begin the ten count, standing between the two of them to look for any signs of movement.
1...
2...
3...
4...
5...
6...
Alyssa is barely moving an arm.
7...
8...
She is slowly pulling herself toward the unconscious body of Andre Dixon.
9...
An arm drapes over his chest! The referee drops for the count!
ONE!!! TWO!!! THREE...NO!!! Andre gets an arm up! The crowd explodes as the match continues. Chris Page is livid on the outside, pulling at his hair, turning around before focusing back on the action inside, screaming for Alyssa to get to her feet. Slowly she does, desperation on her face as she realizes she doesn't have much left to give in this match. Looking down at Andre Dixon, whom is rolling onto his hands and knees, Ferro realizes Andre is about empty too. All or nothing! As Andre Dixon gets to his feet, Alyssa his waiting for him. She does the not-so-smart thing and begins to lay into him, fist after fist pumping into his jaw line. Andre simply takes the hits, feeling nothing as he catches his breath. Looking at Alyssa, she stops the attacks and simply stares in disbelief. He lunges out, Clothesline From Hell! Alyssa ducks, moving under Andre! He quickly turns, going for another!
Rotten: He's trying to take her head off!
She ducks again, he goes for ANOTHER Clothesline From Hell! Out of breath, Andre turns just as Alyssa is rushing him, leaping in the air!
Andre catches her! He goes for another Deadly Force! Just as Andre is about to send her slamming back first into the ring and ending this battle, Alyssa latches on to his throat for dear life, going for a choke hold! The sudden lack of oxygen cuts Andre from his previous attack attempt, causing him to stumble back and into the turnbuckle! Alyssa loads her legs up on the ropes, climbing to get some heavy leverage on Dixon's throat. He uses his strength advantage, however, to push her up and off of him, she landing on the ropes in a perched position. Dixon holds his throat, coughing for air and stumbles forward a few steps. Turning, he looks up at Alyssa just as she's leaping from the top rope... FIRE BOMB!
She tries to carry through the finisher; however, lightning does strike twice in the same spot tonight! Andre has enough mental grounding to know what's about to happen and grabs Alyssa by the hips. She tries to torque the momentum one more time, but she doesn't budge. She barely gets to mouth the words, “FUCK!” before Andre slams her, once again, to the mat with a HELLACIOUS Deadly Force! As soon as it connects, Alyssa's eyes roll in the back of her head and she goes limp!
SHE IS OUT COLD!
Andre wastes no time, going for the cover. As the referee slides down, Andre locks eyes with a furious Chris Page.
ONE!!! TWO!!! THREE!!!
DING....DING....DING.....
Masters: The winner of the match, ANDRE "THE KING" DIXON!
Andre reaches a vertical base. CCP is livid out on the floor. The referee raises Andre's arm in the air. Suddenly CCP dives into the ring under the bottom rope. The crowd boo's loudly enough for Andre to turn around where he catches a boot to the midsection by CCP! Page looks for the Page Plant, but it's Andre countering with a back body drop! The crowd explodes as Andre sets CCP up for the Deadly Force, but it's Alyssa Ferro with a low blow on Dixon! The boo's grow louder as KENNY RADICAL, R.J. PALMER, and DANTE ANGLAIS shoot towards the ring! Radical dives into the ring first, spearing Dixon to the mat!
Rotten: It's now 5 on 1 in the favor of Genesis!
Genesis attacks Andre like a pack of dogs as we see CCP reach a vertical base. He demands the microphone from Donald Masters. Dante, Radical, and Palmer hold Andre in place as CCP walks across the ring with microphone in hand...
CCP: SO....
The crowd roars with boo's. Dixon tries to fight his way free from the grasps of Genesis, but CCP connects with a straight boot to the side of the face!
CCP: Listen to me you monkey!
CCP grabs ahold of Andre's chin. He leans in so that he's inches away from Dixon's face.
CCP: You challenged me? Are you seriously that stupid, Andre? Apparently you are.
The crowd roars with boo's as CCP blasts Dixon in the face with a hard right hand before raising the microphone back up to his lips.
CCP: Consider this, my official acceptence! You and me Andre... 3 Stages of Hell come Adrenaline! Oh, Stage 1 will be contested as a FIRST BLOOD MATCH! Let me show you how that is going to play out!
Alyssa slides out to the floor where she throws the time keeper from his chair. She picks the chair up, slides back into the ring before handing it over to CCP.... suddenly the roof explodes as BIG SHANK and JASON MUDD shoot out from the back! In the ring Dante, R.J., and Radical throw Dixon to the mat, they catch Shank and Mudd sliding into the ring with boots to all parts of there body. Ferro jumps in as it's Radical and Ferro holding Jason Mudd back while the Tag Champs hold Shank at bay.
Diamond: This is nothing more then an assault with numbers!
CCP has the chair in hand. He looks over towards Big Shank before mouthing the words...
"THIS IS WHAT YOU HAVE IN STORE NEXT WEEK!"
CCP hoists the chair up in the air....
JAYZON WILLIAMZ
Jayzon Williamz! Jayzon storms to the ring weilding a basball bat in hand! Genesis quickly exit the ring as Williamz enters as to avoid him completely! Jayzon stands between Shank, Mudd, and Dixon daring Genesis to come back to the ring as the scene cuts to commerical...
"PLAYBOY" GRACES THE RING...
Closer from Nine Inch Nails plays over the PA system as smoke fills the entryway. Five scantly clad women escort Mic out into the arena. MIc is wearing a Black Brioni suit with a red Brioni button down. His Testoni Norvegese shoes are shining like a freshly pressed dime and his hair is absolutely perfect. Mic poses for a few pictures and then makes his way to the ring behind the girls. Mic climbs the stairs and holds the ropes for each of the ladies as they very provocatively enter the ring. The girls continue to shake their asses around the ring as Mic makes his way over to the side of the ring where he is handed a Microphone. The crowd is booing loudly and chants of Ferrari sucks begin to echo from the back. Mic looks out over the crowd thinking about how he wants to start off his face time as a beer comes flying at him from the front row.
Hey, Hey, Hey….Take it easy. I know most of you don’t have the kind of money that I do, so do you really think it is a good idea to throw your watered down $10 beers at me, especially considering I am going to change 1 lucky person’s life right here tonight.
Ferrari lowers the mic as the crowd settles down and the Ferrari sucks chants fade away
Now, as for why I am out here. As most of you know I live a very nice life. I live in a multi-Million dollar home, I drive Million dollar sports cars, I spend my time in the company of some of the most beautiful women in the world. You men want to be me and your girlfriends want to be with me. I know most of you have dreamed of this life, waking up whenever you want, doing whatever you want, seeing how the other half lives and I know this is true, because every time I go into a gas station I see most of you pathetic losers standing at the counter with your 64oz sodas, a couple of chocolate bars, maybe a donut or two and the rest of your hard earned welfare money is being spent on various scratcher tickets and Powerball. Your lives are so pathetic that you waste your money trying to hit the “Donald Trump Lottery” rather than going into the real world and working for every cent, but alas that is the American way, getting the most amount of money for the least amount of work. Now I am going to ask my lovely assistants here to lend me a hand with this contest. I am going to ask each one of my lovely ladies to go pick a gentleman out of the crowd, whoever they choose, and those five gentlemen are going to compete for the opportunity to be me for a day.
Diamond: WOW! What an opportunity for one lucky fan.
Rotten: I hope one of them picks me
Diamond: You are excluded because you are an employee of this company
Rotten: Not if I resign
The crowd roars to life with cheers as literally a thousand hands are raised in the air hoping to be picked.
Now before I get started let me make sure you understand what I am talking about. One of you will get the opportunity to live in my house, drive my cars, wear my clothes and fuck any of the women in my house and I mean as many as you can in 1 day.
Are we clear?
The crowd pops
Okay ladies, do your thing
The girls all exit the ring and walk around the crowd. The cameras follow each of the girls as they search for their contestant. Holly (a short blonde with obvious fake boobs) quickly makes her selection and a young heavy set man tries to look cool by jumping the rail. His foot gets caught going over and he falls on his face. He stands up and raises his hands in the air as Holly and him head towards the ring. Lisa (a tall black girl with an afro and a very nice body) points at her man and a middle aged black man comes into the cameras sight. Heather (a busty read head) has pulled a fan out of the front row who is an obvious Terry Borden fan. Kim ( a very hot Asian girl with fake boobs) selects a middle aged man in a suit and finally Tiffany (the tall blonde with natural boobs) selects a teenaged boy wearing a Mic Ferrari T shirt.
The girls all climb the stairs and lead their contestants into the ring and they all form a line in front of Mic with the girls standing behind them.
Okay….So these are the five gentleman who will compete for the opportunity to be me for a day.
Mic walks up to the first contestant. He is a heavy set man wearing a Lakers Jersey and hat. The hat is backwards on his head and he is breathing heavily.
Good god man. Breathing heavily already, the contest hasn’t even started and you look like you are about to drop dead. Are you okay?
I am fine
What is your name?
Derrick
Well Derrick, I have a very important question for you.
Shoot
What would you do if you could be me for a day?
I would do her. He turns around and points at Holly.
Good Choice. Is that it.
I don’t know. Maybe.
Let me ask you another question. Do you like ice cream?
Yeah
Of course you do. Look at you. Standing there in your athletic gear, looking like the pilsbury dough boy. Of course you like Ice cream. What is your favorite kind?
Chocolate Chip Cookie Dough
Mine is Neapolitan. Have you ever had Neapolitan?
Yeah I love it gtoo
Well Derrick. In my house Neapolitan is a little bit different. You see Neapolitan to me involves a blonde, a brunette and a red head, some whip cream and a whole lot of ice.
Rotten: I want one of those sundaes
Diamond: I think I am going to be sick
Mic moves on to the next contestant and looks him up and down.
Nice suit
I know. Not as nice as yours though
No it isn’t Not even close. How much did you pay for it?
499.99
Really? Mic raises his hand to the contestant and points at his wrist. Do you see that button right there?
Yeah
That button cost 499.99. I bet you would love to wear one of my suits wouldn’t you.
Hell yes
Mic moves on down the line, sees the fan wearing the Terry Borden Headband and T shirt shakes his head and moves on to the next contestant. Looks up at the Black man, says nothing and moves on to the Teenager. Looks past him at Heather
Really?
She looks back at Mic
What?
Mic looks at the boy once more
How old are you?
16
16
That’s right
Are you a virgin?
No
Really?
Yeah
Do you have a girlfriend?
No
So you would totally love to feast your eyes and mouth on all of my ladies wouldn’t you.
Yes I would.
Tell me. What would you do to Heather? He points to the girl behind him
I would do….
Nothing, your only sixteen kid. I love the enthusiasm, but you have to be 21 to play this game. I am sorry. The kid looks dejected as he turns to leave.
Tell you what, here. Mic reaches into his pocket and pulls out a wad of cash. Here is a $100 bucks. Come see me in 5 years kid.
The kid happily takes the money and walks out of the ring.
Mic walks back towards the first contestant stopping at everyone and sizing them up. Walks by the Terry Borden fan and shakes his head again. When he gets back to the first contestant he stops and looks at him.
Big Lakers fan huh
Hell yeah. The greatest team ever!
Who was the greatest Laker of all time?
That’s easy. Kobe Bryant
Are you serious? Out of all the Lakers, in the entire history of the team, you pick Kobe Bryant.
He has 5 Championships
So does Derek Fisher. What about Kareem or Magic? Kobe is better than them
Yes sir
Get out of my ring, I cannot stand to listen to your ignorance anymore and your fat ass is sweating all over my suit.
The man leaves the ring and gives Mic the finger as he walks back to his seat.
Mic walks up to the man dressed in the suit and reaches into his pocket.
Take this card, go to the address on it and tell them I sent you. He will take care of you. The man takes the card and leaves the ring with a smile on his face.
Now it is down to you two.
Mic walks up to the Terry Borden fan.
Why do you like Terry Borden?
He is the Real American
Real American? What does that mean?
He fights for the rights of every man.
Well that doesn’t necessarily make him a “Real” American, it has become painfully obvious that Mr. Borden hasn’t turned on a television in a good long time, because Americans now days are fat and lazy, they are far too consumed with their own meaningless lives to give to shits about a guy like you or the rest of the people sitting in these stands tonight. However with that being said I think it is painfully obvious that you are more in need of winning this contest than anyone else. I mean for god sake, look at how you are dressed. Cut off shorts, sandals with socks, Real American t shirt with matching Bandanna, I mean hell you even have the same facial hair as that joker. You need a life.
So without further ado, I give you the winner of the Mic Ferrari for the day contest.
The crowd cheers as the winner gets excited and starts jumping up and down.
Hold on. It gets better.
The winner stops celebrating to listen to what Mic has to say.
I said that you would be given the opportunity to be me for a day, only I didn’t say what day.
The winner looks at him puzzled.
It is nice to see that you are sucha huge Terry Borden fan, because later on tonight you are going to take my place in the Tag Team match against Terry Borden and Jocelyn Camden.
Diamond: What, he cant do that. The fan is not a trained athlete
Rotten: This is brilliant. Now he doesn’t have to team with Gilmour
You better get ready for your match tonight Mic. I am going to take my girls and do whatever I want and…
Mr. Ferrari
Mic Ferrari
Mic is interrupted by a voice being played over the loud
speakers. Mic turns to look at the Globaltron as it comes on and WGWF Co Owner Ranma Saotome sits behind his desk.
Now Mic we both know that it isn’t that you are not getting away from Terry Borden that easy.
I am not running from….
Sure you’re not. I mean I would be embarrassed to if I had lost to a man three times my age.
I…..
The mic goes off and Mic starts to tap the top of it trying to see if it is working
Now I need you listen to me real good Playboy. You are going to get in that ring tonight and you are going to perform.
The cameras show Mic standing in the ring with a disgusted look on his face and then he shouts at the Globaltron.
Come on. It’s not fair. Why Gilmour?
No I have already made one stipulation for the match tonight and I heard that you were rather upset about that. I also received your request for a shot at the World Heavyweight Championship.
Ranma holds up a piece of paper
I know see what was given to you as payment for your performance at Masters of the Mat. If it were me I would throw this contract of yours in the trash and laugh you right back to the unemployment line, but your ego may have written a check that your ass can’t cash. So this is how it is all going to go down. Next Monday night on the 4th of July Brawl Mic Ferrari will meet Jocelyn Camden in that very ring for the World Heavyweight Championship.
Diamond: What an announcement from Co-Owner Ranma Saotome.
Rotten: Ferrari is going to be World Champion next week
Tonight you will be in the ring in Tag Team action. If your team wins Peter Gilmour gets a shot at the World Championship at Adrenaline, if your team loses the match tonight, Gilmour gets nothing and you will swap lives with your contest winner. He will live your life for the day and you will live his. No money, no luxuries, no women, no nothing
Diamond: That certainly makes the match interesting tonight.
Rotten: Oh My God, Ferrari without luxuries. I can’t picture it.
The camera shows Mic in the ring and he is beside himself with Rage. Kicking the bottom rope and shouting
That’s not fair
Have a good night.
The Globaltron fades leaving Ferrari in the ring fuming as we cut to commercial
MATCH 6:
STREET FIGHT
DEAN JAMES vs KEVIN JEWERT
Masters: The following match is scheduled for one fall and is a Street Fight! Introducing first! From Commodore, Pennsylvania... weighing in at 300 pounds! He is “Corporal” Keven Jewert!
The fans give a cheer for Keven Jewert as “Smoke and Mirrors” by Lifehouse begins to play. The arena is filled with cameo colored lights as the Corporal makes his way out on the stage! Walking down the ramp, Jewert pauses for a second and salutes the fans, pyros firing off in the background. Walking to the ring, climbing up on the apron, he takes a few seconds to look out into the crowd, giving one final salute before getting inside the ring. As he gets in his corner, the music slowly dies away and the cheers from the fans do the same.
Masters: And his opponent... from Victoria, Australia. He weighs in at 230 pounds and is a WGWF Hall of Famer! Dean James!
“The Antidote” by Story of the Year begins to play and Dean James wastes no time walking down the ramp and sliding into the ring. His eyes are locked on Keven Jewert and his focus is absolute.
Diamond: Dean James, I don't think I've ever seen him so focused. It's like he has something to prove tonight.
Rotten: What? That he doesn't suck?
With both men in the ring, the referee goes over the rules with them. The match starts in the ring. The match ends in the ring. Everything else counts. Weapons, blood, no disqualification. No count outs. It's all fair game. Understanding, both men nod and the crowd stays silent, waiting for the action to go underway. They take a few steps back and the referee singles for the bell!
Ding! Ding! Ding!
Instantly Dean James is on Keven Jewert! Rushing the bigger man, Jewert tries to swing at Dean James, but he moves behind and turns quickly, sending a huge kick to the back of Jewert's knee! Jewert stumbles forward, Dean kicking his knee again, causing it to buckle and Jewert to fall to a kneeling position.
Rotten: Already fighting dirty! Dean needs every trick if he wants to prove he's a winner and not a LOSER!
Diamond: Smart tactics in a match where they are no rules.
Dean takes a few steps back and rushes Keven Jewert, sending a thunderous drop kick to the back of The Corporal's head that brings the man buckling down to the ground entirely. Getting back to his feet, Dean James sends a few kicks to the back of Keven Jewert before bringing him back to a vertical base. A few pop shots, Dean James whips Keven Jewert into a turnbuckle, following up quickly with a huge leaping knee to the face! Keven Jewert stumbles forward, Dean taking the few seconds of time to launch himself up onto the top rope, turning his attention on Keven Jewert that's completely stunned. Jewert turns around... Dean James launches himself!
He lands on Jewert... Hurracanrana!!! The momentum sends Jewert sliding outside of the ring and to the ground, gasping for breath and trying to gain control!
Diamond: Dean James here in the early minutes of this match has been CONSTANTLY on Keven Jewert! Is he wanting to end this early?
Rotten: More like make a statement... that he doesn't suck.
Dean slides out of the ring as Keven Jewert is getting to his feet. Helping him to a vertical, Dean James is taken off guard by his larger opponent whom rushes Dean backwards and into the guard rail! Fans take this chance to pat both wrestlers, Dean James having nothing of it, pushing away and stumbling with the wind knocked out of him. Keven Jewert grabs Dean by his wild hair, however, and turns him around... tossing Dean James right over the rail and into the crowd! The fans get pushed back by security and Dean James's face is of pure agony from landing back first on the hard cement!
Keven Jewert climbs of the rail and picks Dean James up. Lifting him... Scoop slam! SNAP! Dean James screams from his back being tortured against the unforgiving cement slab! Keven Jewert kicks as James for a few seconds before picking him up, ramming an elbow in the man's jawline. Keven Jewert picks up Dean James and drops him quickly onto a knee before once again hitting another scoop slam!
Diamond: Keven Jewert is going to shatter Dean James back at this point!
Rotten: He'll have no choice but to retire!
Keven Jewert smiles down at his handy work of the destruction of Dean James, slowly picking the man up again... LOW BLOW! Dean James has enough sense to remember the rules of the game and know his surroundings! Keven Jewert stumbles way, hands between his legs to give Dean James hopefully enough time to get back on his feet and in control. Keven Jewert slowly walks back to Dean James after a minute of fondling his crushed nuts; however, Dean James is wanting to give himself a little more time... Drop toe hold!
Face first into a steel chair! One of the chairs of the fans meets harshly to the incoming Corporal's face! He isn't moving! Dean James is still in a lot of agony, though, simply sitting and holding his back, waiting for the rush to subside before he continues on.
The fans around the two continue to shout and holler, Dean James slowly getting to his feet and picking up Keven Jewert along with him. Keven sends a few pop shots to Dean's ribs and pushes him against the railing. Waving Dean off, Keven slowly turns and stumbles through the crowd, walking up the steps and looking for an exit!
Rotten: The Corporal's running!
Diamond: He's trying to give himself some space, Rotten. If these men don't get a breather, they're going to kill one another.
Rotten: That's a bad thing?
Dean follows Keven up the steps, Jewert making it out the exit and into a hallway where concessions is sat up at. Dean rushes behind him, ramming an elbow into the back of the man's head, sending him stumbling into and over a table sat up! The workers behind the table quickly move out of the way, a cooler filled with ice cold beer being turned over. One of the beers rolls to Dean James feet and he picks it up, opening it up to take a quick drink. Keven Jewert uses the table to pull himself to his feet... but gets a face full of beer as Dean James spits it at him. Wiping his face, Keven can't defend himself as Dean James sends the can of beer straight into the face of his opponent, knocking him back and stumbling away yet again!
Keven Jewert stumbles next into a booth sat up for nachos! Dean James pushes Keven over and again crew workers are having to get out of the way or be topped by the two wrestlers here tonight! Dean follows Keven over, kicking at the man before picking him up. Face first into the table, Dean goes for another slam, but Keven counters and slams Dean James face first this time instead! Dean stumbles back against the way and Keven Jewert somehow finds the space to lift for a big boot, ramming it down Dean's throat! He collapses, almost out cold. Keven takes a breather, looking around and suddenly grins...
He sees the nacho cheese dispenser! He gets a vile thought!
Diamond: Is he going to do what I think he is?
Rotten: No rules! Burn him alive!
Diamond: That stuff is molten! Someone needs to stop this or they WILL kill one another!
Keven Jewert lifts up the nacho cheese dispenser and gets ready to turn its contents over and out on Dean James... but just as the cheese comes rolling out, Dean James rolls under the table! Some of the nacho cheese hits him on the back of his neck and shoulder, the scream of the heat and burning enough to let us all know exactly how much it hurts. Empty with cheese, Keven Jewert throws the empty container at Dean James, sliding around on the nacho sauce to try to keep his balance.
Rotten: What a waste. Such good cheese.
Diamond: These two men are going to need medical attention after this.
Keven climbs over the table and after Dean James, whom is crawling away, trying to get to his feet. Keven helps him to his feet, sending an elbow into the sore back of the Hall of Famer before turning him around to grapple... but Dean James counters! Kick to the gut! Snap Suplex! On the tile floor! Both men look to be in pain after that one, neither moving! There's no count out, there has to be a winner! People are gathering around, using their phones for photos and video to upload. Slowly Dean James gets to his feet, pulling Keven Jewert back to his too. Limping, Dean leads them to the bathroom, ramming Keven Jewert face first into the door. It doesn't give, Keven Jewert stumbling back; so, Dean thrusts him into the door again... it still doesn't give!
Dean James: For fuck sake! Open!
Dean James rams Keven Jewert into the door one more time, Keven simply leaning against it, not having the energy to do anything else. After a few seconds, Keven stumbles back... but gets a face full of door, yet AGAIN, as it is pushed open from the other side, a random bystander seeing the match and quickly rushing to safety. Keven Jewert collapses, holding the door open as Dean James stands there rubbing the back of his head.
Dean James: Oh... wrong way.
He shrugs and limps over, picking Keven up and leading him into the bathroom. First off the wall, then the sink, and finally against the mirror to crack it, Keven Jewert's face meets everything, the mirror being the one that finally busts the man wide open.
Rotten: There's the blood they all want to see!
Diamond: Dear god this is a massacre.
Dean James tosses Keven Jewert hard against a bathroom stall, it flying open and the man stumbles in. Grinning, Dean limps in after the man, going to pick him up and align him with the toilet. He sets him up into position... for the Below Zero!
Diamond: Dear god! No!
Dean James goes for the Below Zero, trying to drop Keven Jewert head first into the toilet with the devastating finisher; however, there's not enough room and Keven Jewert pushes Dean James against the wall of the stall, getting space between them. Dean James tapes a step forward... bad move! Keven Jewert, desperate, returns the favor from earlier and straight jabs Dean James in his package as hard as he can! Both me collapse, Dean James curling up in himself, looking to throw up at any second from the pain.
Just then, the door to the bathroom opens and whistling can be heard. The camera man focuses the attention on... Jason Mudd!? The fans give a huge pop for The WGWF's Premier Ass Hole as he walks in on the carnage in the bathroom! With a news paper in hand, looking ready to drop some kids off at the pool, Jason stops his whistling as he sees Keven Jewert and Dean James in the stall, collapsed practically on top of one another.
Jason Mudd: Uh... can you two hurry up? I really need to go.
There's no answer. After a few seconds Jason Mudd walks over to Keven Jewert, nudging him with his shoe. The man's barely moving, let alone breathing. Looking left, then right, Jason Mudd slowly lays down the news paper, backing up.
Jason Mudd: Looks like you two are going to be a while... you probably need this more than I do. Make sure to wipe when you finish, boys. I'll drop a deuce else where.
The fans roar in laughter from the cameo of Jason Mudd, he casually shrugging and walking out of the bathroom. Just as the door closes, Dean James and Keven Jewert begin to stir. Keven Jewert is to his feet first, pulling Dean James to his and taking the man from the stall, heading toward the door.
Diamond: We can only hope that Jewert will bring Dean back here into the arena. Finish this beating from hell.
Rotten: I'm amused, myself. I actually have nothing to complain about for once.
Keven pushes the door open with Dean's face, forcing the man to follow him as he does, indeed, hit the entrance to the arena, attempting to bring this back into the ring to finish things! Just as he gets to the steps to walk down them, however, Dean James drops to his feet and sends a quick chop block to the back of the leg he worked on at the beginning of the match. Tumbling down goes Keven Jewert, down over twenty steps, end over end, finally crashing hard against the rail that separates the fans from the ring.
Diamond: He had to have broken his neck. He isn't moving.
Dean James uses the rail leading down the steps as leverage to slowly walk down, a grin on his face. Keven Jewert is completely motionless at the bottom, still not moving when Dean gets to him. Using all the strength he has left, Dean has to force the dead weight of the corporal to get over and over the railing. The man crumbles in a heap on the other side, Dean James slowly coming out after him Pulling him by the leg, Dean James gets Keven Jewert up on the ring apron and pushes him inside, finally. Dean James crawls in himself, the fans giving a pop that things are finally back into the ring.
Dean James slowly lifts Keven Jewert to his feet, singling for the Box Office Smash; however, before he can dip Keven's head between his legs, Jewert out of no where has a last ditch amount of strength hit, he picking Dean James up! Shocked, Dean James doesn't have enough time to fight it as Keven Jewert takes three running steps... Corporal Punishment! Corporal Punishment!
Diamond: This one's over!
Rotten: About time!
Keven Jewert can't follow up! He has lost too much blood, too weak from the hell these men have put themselves through tonight! The fans roar, trying to get Keven Jewert to his feet or to go for the pin... but nothing! He is out of gas! Done! Dean James isn't fairing any better, his eyes rolling into the back of his head as he fights to keep conscious. Dean James rolls over, coughing, spitting a bit of blood up on the mat. Ignoring the sign of the potential internal bleeding, Dean James gets to a knee, looking over to find Keven Jewert is stirring as well. Stumbling as he stands, Dean has to use the ropes as leverage, gasping for breath as Keven Jewert gets to his feet. Dean James slowly walks toward the man, Keven Jewert automatically attacking out with a Big Boot that misses! Keven Jewert hangs his leg on the rope, pulling himself backwards to get it off and stumbles... right into Dean James... BELOW ZERO! The DDT rocks Keven Jewert! The BELOW ZERO hits this time! Keven Jewert crumbles, his weight sending him onto his back and Dean barely gets an arm over the man's chest!
ONE!! TWO!!! THREE!! It's done!
“The Antidote” by Story of the Year plays as Dean James rolls himself over on his back, keeping his eyes closed, trying to catch his breath. The referee goes to raise his hand, despite being out on the ground. Dean pulls away, wanting to be left alone and let his body mellow out from the strain and damage done tonight.