Post by WRONG CCP ACCT on Jun 27, 2011 18:45:01 GMT -5
MASTERS OF THE MAT CEREMONY...
MASTERS: Ladies and gentlemen… please welcome to the ring your 2011 Master of the Mat… a former Tag Team Champion and Global Cup Champion… JAAAAAAAAAAMES RAAAAAAAAAVEN!!!
The camera opens back up in the center of the ring where we see Donald Masters standing with WGWF co-owner Ranma Saotome. We spin out to the fans, bouncing in their seats with excitement as “Bleed it Out” by Linkin Park begins to play, spilling from the speakers and drowning the men and women in attendance with pure auditory awesomeness.
“Now here we go for the hundredth time, hand grenade pins in every line, throw ‘em up and let something shine, going out of my fucking mind!”
Ranma and Masters applaud politely as the arena lights dim to a near blackout, blue and white spotlights panning the lower bowl as a thick fog appears along the ramp.
“Filthy mouth, no excuse, find a new place to hang this noose! String me up from atop these roofs but knot it tight so I won’t get loose!”
Slowly, the spotlights come together at the top of the ramp, a bluish pool of light spilling over the edges of the stage and becoming so bright that the fans soon need to avert their eyes.
“Truth is you can stop and stare, run myself out and no one cares! Dug a trench out and laid down there with a shovel up out of reach somewhere! Yeah, someone pour it in! Make it a dirt dance floor again! Say your prayers and stomp it out as they bring that chorus in!”
BOOOOOOOM!!!
“I BLEED IT OUT! DIGGING DEEPER JUST TO THROW IT AWAY!”
The stage explodes in a shower of blue and silver sparks, a pyro display going off and leaving behind a cloud of thick smoke from which James Raven finally emerges. The few fans that were still in their seats at this point leap to their feet, the thunderous applause reaching a crescendo as he poses atop the ramp, his trademark smile plastered to his face as he looks out at the crowd and then to Ranma and Masters in the ring, tipping his head in a courteous bow.
The music soon fades away, and the only noise that can be heard is the ear splitting ovation. James breaks his pose, and begins making his way down to the ring with a noticeable limp. Upon further inspection, the fans begin to realize that the limp is not the only thing wrong with Raven. His right hand and wrist are wrapped tightly in a brace which is mostly hidden under the cuff of his collared shirt, which is unbuttoned. Through his white undershirt, you can see heavy layers of gauze and bandaging around his ribs.
ROTTEN: It looks like Raven’s feeling the effects of Masters of the Mat! HA!
DIAMOND: Are you referring to the cowardly, post show assault he endured?
ROTTEN: I’m referring to one of the greatest things I’ve ever seen on television, yes!
The two commentators continue to bicker as Raven poses for a picture with a fan at the base of the ramp, and then begins to make his way up the steel ring steps with a noticeable wince. Donald Masters quickly climbs out through the ropes as Raven climbs in through them, leaving the Master of the Mat winner and the companies’ co-owner alone. Ranma hands a microphone to James, who accepts, and then lifts his own to his mouth.
RANMA: James, allow me to be the first to congratulate you… you’re most deserving of the honor that’s been awarded you, in this tournament and otherwise. Outside of the ring, your charisma and wit are undeniable; and in the ring your talent, ingenuity and sheer willpower are unmatched. Speaking as a man who has laced up his boots as both your ally and your opposition, it comes as no surprise to me that you’ve etched your name into the history books once again.
RAVEN: Awwww… come on now, you’ll make me blush.
RANMA: Blush? That would hint at humility, James…
RAVEN: Meh, there’s a first time for everything.
Ranma breaks into a one-sided grin, extending his hand for James to shake. Raven stares at his hand for a moment, and then motions to his own wounded appendage. Ranma nods his head in understanding, patting the Master of the Mat winner on the back and stepping away.
RANMA: Enjoy your moment, sir. It’s well deserved.
Saotome steps out of the ring, leaving Raven alone in the center of the mat looking out once more at the supportive fans. He takes a few steps, pacing a slow circle as he looks at the WGWF logo on the canvas and sighs.
RAVEN: So, kids… I heard a rumor that James Raven was relevant again…
There’s a loud pop from the fans that puts another grin on his face, and his attention from his feet back to the crowd.
RAVEN: I know; it’s a little surprising for me even. I’ve spent what? Eight or nine months riding bitch while everyone else takes a turn in the spotlight? For fucks sake, World Title shots have been getting passed out like blowjobs at a frat orientation party, and I haven’t even gotten my metaphorical balls licked since I signed the contract that brought me back to this place. Now I could sit here, screaming ‘woe is me’ until my lungs are sore, and I can ask why I was pushed to the back burner while everyone tried to keep a straight face when Nick Ryan came out with sixteen pounds of leather and gold on his waist… but the truth is I already know the answer…
The fans wait on bated breath, leaning forwards in their seats for the follow up.
RAVEN: It’s because that’s the way I wanted it. Little known fact, I was offered a shot at Nick Ryan the same month I made my return, and I turned it down. I was offered two more after that, and I did the same thing. Instead, I watched Chris Page win the West Coast Rumble while I kicked back with a beer. I stood by at Battle Lines, and let Andre pick up the pin fall that could have been mine, and I rooted him on when he cashed in his shot. I saw six retarded monkeys hop around inside an Elimination Chamber, savoring the fact that at any given point in time I could beat them quicker than a high school virgin beats his meat. I watched Nick and Hunter pretend their family name had some clout, and I watched Chris Page abuse his authority worse than I can ever even be accused of… and through it all, I waited.
He takes a few more steps around the canvas, his grin fading as he becomes more and more serious.
RAVEN: I endured the insults, I tolerated the theory that maybe I just couldn’t keep up with the “big dogs” anymore… It’s something that some of you may never fully understand, but it’s something I had to do. For too long, I’ve had to be “the guy”. I literally carried the XWF on a breaking back, not because I needed the ego-boost but because there was not a single other person in the company capable of doing so. I tried jumping through half a dozen companies, hoping to blend into the woodwork and collect my paychecks, but each time I was pushed straight to the main event as soon as they saw what I was capable of… I was handed a title I didn’t need, and saddled with pressure that I didn’t want… believe it or not, this past several months in the WGWF have been my vacation, my rebirth. It’s been me falling back in love with the business.
There’s a loud and polite applause.
ROTTEN: Good God… worlds smallest violin, brother!
DIAMOND: Easy there, Borden.
Rotten sighs in disgust, but bites his tongue.
RAVEN: I waited for the right moment, and then there it was… a tournament featuring 16 of the companies best, a field no one could say I defeated by luck or because I owned the company… a pay per view held in my hometown of Toronto, Ontario, Canada where all of my family and friends could see me break back into the upper echelon in which I belong… a World title shot I’ve so long deserved and so long avoided. It had to be done.
In the simple words of Paul Frost, “fan pop”.
RAVEN: So I waived my rematch clause for the Tag-Team titles, I stepped up my game to a level everyone but me seemed to think was gone. I took out Dean James in what may have been the match of the tournament, I snapped the 12 match win streak of Nathan Lucas, and I beat Bigg Rigg when no one thought he could be beaten…
ROTTEN: He also conveniently skipped all mention of R.J. Palmer…
RAVEN: Fuck it, why beat around the bush? Do you people know what I did? I forced this company to name me the number one contender to the World Heavyweight title, and I forced the roster to acknowledge that just because I’m not treating the WGWF like a pornstar and forcing myself down it’s throat… I’m still fucking here, and when I decide I want something, no one will stop me from making it mine! Except four masked men in a parking garage, that is…
The fans boo loudly at the mention of the assault in Toronto, but James lifts his injured hand to silence them.
RAVEN: That’s right, the information you’ve all been waiting to get. Do you want to know who’s responsible?
The crowd roars an emphatic ‘yes’.
RAVEN: Yeah, so do I.
The crowd falls silent in disappointment.
RAVEN: I don’t know who felt the need to be “courageous” and take me out while hiding their faces like a bunch of bitches… but there’s one group in this company that absolutely screams “we’re pussies”; so Genesis, we’re not finished. Palmer, Dante, Radical, Ferro, Page… whoever else is even in that group now, get ready because as soon as I’m cleared to compete again, I’m gunning for all of y-
Before Raven even finishes, the fans begin to boo furiously, and his eyes widen in surprise.
RAVEN: Damn, none of you knew I was out of action? Pick up on the clues, people! Fine, for those of you that haven’t heard the WGWF doctors have decided its too big a medical risk for me to get back in the ring after the attack. I have three fractured ribs, a minor concussion, and a fracture in my wrist that has a possibility of being far more seriously broken… they’re putting me on the shelf until early August.
There are more furious boos from the fans, but once more he raises his injured hand to quiet them.
RAVEN: Hold on, now… you act like “injured” means “absent”. Just because I’m not in the ring beating the hell out of Camden like the husband she’ll never have doesn’t mean you won’t be able to feast your eyes on my magnificence. In fact, you’ll be seeing a hell of a lot more than me now! Up until this point, I was fine with letting Genesis play their little games, and just smack them back down when they started getting out of hand. After Masters of the Mat, though? Fuck that. It seems like every show they steal a win they don’t deserve, or try to put one over on the rest of the WGWF. No more… of Chris Page wants to be the bitch hiding in the corner of every match his guys are in, I’ll be the motherfucker standing across from him!
DIAMOND: HA! Ravens turning to management while he’s injured?
ROTTEN: Whatever, at least I don’t have to watch him in the ring anymore…
DIAMOND: But what does that mean for his title shot?
"Sound of Madness" by Shinedown hits the speakers. The crowd roars with boo's as CCP walks out to the top of the ramp with a microphone in hand. The music fades away leaving the boo's from crowd as CCP begins to speak.
CCP: Aw... Has poor Raven found himself hurt? Ah, not like it matters. Not like YOU do anything to generate rating anyway.
Raven stands in the ring with a smirk across his face as Chris continues.
CCP: As far as your title shot is concerned... well, I hate that you can't compete, but I won't lose any sleep because I've already hand selected your replacement.
The crowd boo's even louder.
CCP: And as far as you being ringside is concerned... I could care fucking less! Enjoy your time off James, because it's merely a matter of time before I put my foot up your ass!
The crowd roars with boo's as we fade to commercial.
OREN IN RING SEGMENT
The cameras cut back to ringside following the commercial break as the shot pans out across the thousands of fans in attendance.
Diamond: Welcome back to WGWF Monday Night Brawl, later tonight will see a huge Main Event with the vacant Intercontinental Championship on the line.
Rotten: That’s right; the two LOSERS from the Tag Team Title match Masters Of The Mat will go one on one for one of the most prestigious championships in the entire industry…
Just then, Rotten is cut off as Closer To The Edge by 30 Seconds To Mars hits the sound system and Oren makes his way out to the ring to a very large home-town ovation. He’s still dressed in his white T-Shirt and blue corduroy jeans.
Diamond: It’s former XWF Tag Team Champion, Oren!
Rotten: …Who?
Diamond: He made quite a name for himself in the old XWF when he was over there around this time last year.
Rotten: That’s great. Why does that matter here? This is one of those James Raven boys, isn’t it? One of those ego-driven fan favorites that I despise so much.
Oren slaps hands with a few fans at ringside before hopping up the steel ring steps and climbing into the ring. Oren takes a moment to take in the large ovation from the crowd in attendance tonight before retrieving a microphone from a stagehand.
Oren: Hello Los Angeles.
Home-town cheap pop.
Oren: God, it feels good to be back in a wrestling ring again. Last time I was in a ring here in LA, I was winning my first piece of gold; the XWF Tag Team Championships.
There’s a smattering of applause from the thousands around the arena.
Oren: It’s been about a year since all that happened and I’ve come a long way since all that. I became a member of The Tribe and then The Prophecy. I then challenged for the XWF World Championship before leaving the company a month later to take some down time away from the industry but then I heard that the WGWF was in town and I manage to snag myself a backstage pass and I even talked the crew into giving me some mic time! That just shows how awesome I really am! So...
Oren is cut off as Daddy’s Fallen Angel by In This Moment hits the sound system as Peter Gilmour comes out to a loud chorus of boos. He has a microphone in his hand.
Peter Gilmour: So now they’re giving air-time to guys who aren’t even a part of the company? Ranma really is screwing my over and I’m not taking it anymore, I refuse.
Gilmour pauses for a moment, taking the heat from the crowd before continuing.
Peter Gilmour: WGWF is not the XWF Oren. We do things a little differently so maybe you want to watch what you say before I come down to that ring and kick your ass.
Oren breaks out into a huge smile.
Oren: Oh, is that so?
Peter Gilmour: Ha, ha, ha! Yes, it is!
Oren: Alright then. Well, I wasn’t planning on getting in the ring but next weeks show is also in LA...
The crowd erupts. They know exactly what is coming!
Oren: So I’ll make it official right now, Oren will return to the ring next week one on one with you, Peter Gilmour!!
Gilmour Vs Oren next week on Brawl!
Oren: Be ready Gilmour, be ready. There’s a reason they call me The Submission Machine. When I lock that submission and you feel your bones about to snap, just submit. If I can’t make you, I’ll break you!
Oren drops the microphone as the crowd erupts again for the home-town boy as Oren and Gilmour have a stare-off.
These two will collide next week on Brawl!
MATCH 7:
TAG TEAM ACTION
Stipulation: Should Peter Gilmour's team win the match he will be granted a shot at the WGWF World Heavyweight Championship
PETER GILMOUR and "PLAYBOY" MIC FERRARI vs "REAL AMERICAN" TERRY BORDEN and JOCELYN CAMDEN (c)
Masters: The following contest is a special Tag Team Attraction, scheduled for one fall. The Stipulation, should Peter Gilmour's team be victorious, he will be granted a shot at the WGWF World Heavyweight Championship.
The crowd boo's loudly, but boo's louder when "Closer" by Nine Inch Nails hits the speakers.
Masters: Introducing first, about to make his way to the ring... "PLAYBOY" MIC FERRARI!
Closer from Nine Inch Nails plays over the PA system as smoke fills the entryway. Five scantly clad women escort Mic out into the arena. Mic poses for a few pictures and then makes his way to the ring behind the girls. Mic climbs the stairs and holds the ropes for each of the ladies as they very provocatively enter the ring. Mic does a few more poses, flexing his muscles and then holds the ropes once again for the ladies as they exit the ring as his music fades away.
Masters: And his partner...
"Daddy's Fallen Angel" by In This Moment rocks the speakers. The crowd explodes with boo's.
Masters: About to make his way to the ring, PETER GILMOUR!
The lights in the arena dim, then go to full black. We then see red strobe lights going around the arena and then come to the entranceway where a big explosion of fire hits as "Daddy's Fallen Angel" by In This Moment begins to play. After the initial guitar riff, we then hear a loud scream from the lead singer as Rose Smith comes out wearing a very sexy red halter top with black pants. She gives the crowd a sadistic wink of her eye and then we see Peter Gilmour come out in a black vest and black tights with PBK on the sides. Peter grabs Rose's hand and they make their way to the ring. They get in normally and then both get into the center of the ring and flash the "X" symbol as fire emits from the turnbuckles. They then pose for the audience as they wait for Peter's next opponent to come out.
Masters: And there opponents...
"Bass Down Low" by Dev ft. The Cataracs hits the speakers bring the GOA to there feet!
Masters: Introducing first, about to make her way to the ring, she is the WGWF World Heavyweight Champion, JOCELYN CAMDEN!
"Bass Down Low" by Dev plays as the crowd jumps to their feet. Jocelyn Camden steps out from the back to a large ovation. She nods her head and pumps her fist before she walks down the rampway. She slaps a few hands of fans along the way. As she gets to the ring, she leaps onto the apron and climbs the turnbuckle. She fist pumps in the air again as the crowd continues to go nuts for her. She leaps off the turnbuckle and into the ring as her music fades away...
Masters: And her partner....
The crowd begins to cheer loudly with anticipation...
The roof explodes as "Real American" by Rick Derringer hits the speakers.
Diamond: Listen to this ovation!
Masters: About to make his way to the ring... The "REAL AMERICAN" TERRY BORDEN!
The eruption reaches a fever pitch as Terry Borden storms out from behind the curtain, decked out in Red and Yellow from head to toe, sporting the "MEGA POWERS" red and yellow tank top with matching bandana. Borden stomps down towards the ring, he makes his way up the steel steps to the ring apron, he uses the top rope to point over towards Ferrari and Gilmour drawing a "YOU" in unison from the crowd before entering the ring. Borden rips off the tank top to the loudest ovation of the night before throwing it in the face of Mic Ferrari! The music fades out as Borden joins Camden in there corner.
Rotten: This guy's an absolute joke!
Diamond: He's not a joke... He's TERRY F'N BORDEN!
There's some heated talk between Gilmour and Ferrari as to who is going to start the match. Both men trying to take control of the team. Across the ring, Camden and Borden talk last minute strats before Camden is shown exiting the ring leaving Borden waiting for Gilmour and Ferrari to stop arguing.
DING....DING.....DING.....
Finally it's Gilmour who steps out to the ring apron.
Rotten: Masters of the Mat revisited with Ferrari and Borden starting things off.
Borden and Ferrari circle each other in the ring, they look to lock up, but it's Ferrari who quickly turns towards his corner where he slaps Gilmour on the chest signifiying a tag. The crowd boo's towards the Playboy as he steps out of the ring, and a very pissed off Gilmour enters the ring, eyeing Ferrari before turning his attention to Borden. Gilmour and Borden lock up center ring, they jockey for position before Borden shoves Gilmour back into a set of buckles drawing a massive pop from the crowd, which increases as Borden flexes his pythons!
Diamond: How over is Borden?
Gilmour comes out of the corner locking right back up with Borden, and again they jockey for position before Gilmour finds himself back into a neutral corner! Borden flexs one more time, but it's Gilmour who explodes from the corner forcing Borden to eat a massive boot to the face in mid pose which sends Borden to the mat. The crowd boo's Gilmour as he begins to assualt Borden with boots to the body before picking Borden up off the mat, Gilmour blasts Borden with a right hand knocking Terry back into the ropes. Gilmour comes over, blatantly choking Borden. The referee begins to count Gilmour who breaks the choke at the 4 count before shooting Borden across the ring, Borden bounces off the ropes taking Gilmour down with a running shoulder block, Gilmour pops back up off the mat, he's met with a scoop slam by Borden, Gilmour is back to his feet before eating a clothesline which staggers Gilmour back into the ropes, the crowd roars as Borden sends Gilmour over the top rope and to the floor with a clothesline! The eruption grows louder as Borden cups his hand to his ear!
Diamond: Borden just got the better of Gilmour!
Gilmour reaches a vertical base, he walks to the apron before reaching under the bottom rope, yanking Borden out to the floor under the bottom rope. Gilmour sends Borden smashing into the steel steps! Camden springs to the floor which draws Gilmour back into the ring. She checks on Borden, helping him get to his feet. Camden rolls Borden back into the ring, Gilmour picks Borden up off the mat before firing him into the corner where Mic Ferrari stands. Gilmour distracts the referee, as he does Ferrari wraps the tag rope around Borden's neck. He's choking him! The crowd roars with boo's, Ferrari removes the rope from around Borden's neck before the referee turns around. Gilmour comes forward, he tags Ferrari into the ring, Ferrari enters the ring, he begins to fire away at the midsection of Borden as Gilmour steps out to the ring apron. Ferrari shoots Borden across the ring, Borden bounces off the ropes eating a dropkick by Ferrari who quickly makes a cover hooking the leg of Borden.
Referee: ONE...... TWO...... TH
The crowd erupts as Borden powers out of the pinfall attempt. Ferrari reaches a vertical base, picking Borden up off the mat. He takes Borden backwards with a side Russian Leg Sweep! The crowd roars with boo's as Ferrari reaches his feet, he looks towards Camden before blowing her a kiss! The crowd roars as Camden shoots him the bird!
Rotten: I didn't think she was into dudes?
Diamond: Would you stop!
Ferrari stomps away at Borden. The crowd begins to chant "BORDEN, BORDEN, BORDEN" as they attempt to get behind the Real American. Ferrari, picks Borden up off the mat before blasting him with a European Uppercut sending Terry back into a neutral corner. Ferrari comes forward, shooting Borden across the ring into the opposite set of buckles, Ferrari charges in after Terry looking for a clothesline, but it's Borden who side steps Ferrari sending him crashing into the buckles! The roof explodes as Borden leaps towards his corner, tagging in CAMDEN! Camden spring boards off the top rope catching Ferrari with a Missile Dropkick sending Mic to the mat. Gilmour enters the ring, he charges Camden, Camden ducks a clothesline attempt, Gilmour bounces off the ropes into a Hurrincanranna by Camden! Camden reaches her feet, she turns around eating a clothesline which turns Camden inside out by Ferrari! The crowd roars with boo's as Ferrari follows up with vicious boots the to body of Camden before taking several steps back to taunt the World Champion, but in the process Peter Gilmour reaches over the top rope, slapping the back of the "Playboy" officially tagging himself into the contest. Ferrari looks at Gilmour while screaming out.
Ferrari: WHAT ARE YOU DOING! IDIOT!
Gilmour enters the ring, he catches Camden with a running boot across the face as she attempts to get to her feet which sends her back to the mat. Gilmour makes a cover on Camden.
Referee: ONE...... TWO....... THRE
Camden shoots a shoulder up off the mat. Gilmour reaches a vertical base, he picks Camden up off the mat before shooting her across the ring, Camden bounces off the ropes, Gilmour ducks his head looking for a back body drop, but it's Camden who counters with a DDT to a huge pop from the crowd! She rolls out to the ring apron before climbing up to the top turnbuckle. Gilmore works his way to his feet, as he reaches a vertical base it's Camden who sails off the top rope connecting with a Missile Dropkick sending Gilmour back into a neutral corner, Camden springs to her feet, she explodes towards the corner with landing a spear to the midsection of Gilmour, Camden twists the right arm of Gilmour before walking back towards her corner, and with the crowd roaring with approval, Camden extends her hand to Borden. The roof explodes as Borden tags back into the match! Borden enters the ring blasting Gilmour with a hard right hand knocking the big man back several feet, Gilmour comes back with a wild right hand which Borden ducks, before countering with a Atomic Drop! Borden spins Gilmour around before raking him across the eyes! It's Borden who looks for a Irish Whip, but Gilmour counters and it's Borden who bounces off the ropes landing in the grasp of Gilmour who hoists Borden up in the air before driving him into the mat with a thunderous Chokeslam!
Rotten: Borden racked up some frequent flyer miles on that trip!
Gilmour falls back into the ropes closer to his corner, as he does Ferrari slaps Gilmour across the back, tagging himself back into the contest. Ferrari enters the ring, demanding Gilmour get out which causes Gilmour to push Ferrair!
Diamond: We had an idea this might happen... Ferrari and Gilmour can't co-exist!
Ferrari shoves Gilmour back, but before blows can be thrown the official is in the middle, forcing Gilmour to exit the ring, but admist the chaos Borden crawls up behind Ferrari rolling him up with a School Boy!
Referee: ONE....... TWO........ THRE
Ferrari kicks out! Mic and Borden reach there feet ruffly at the same time, but it's Ferrari who explodes with a clothesline taking Borden back down to the mat. Ferrari measures Borden, and as Terry pushes himself up off the mat Ferrari bounces off the ropes delivering a perfectly executed Scissors Kick across the back of Borden's neck! Ferrari makes a cover hooking a leg back!
Referee: ONE...... TWO....... THRE
The crowd explodes as Jocelyn Camden dives on top of Ferrari making the save for her team!
Rotten: Get her outta there! She should be Disqualified, Mic Ferrari just beat Terry Borden!
The official gets Camden back to the ring apron as Ferrari reaches his feet. He picks Borden up off the mat before lacing him across the chest with a chop. Ferrari fires Borden across the ring and into a set of buckles, Ferrari charges in after Borden driving him back into the corner with a vicious clothesline. The crowd boo's as Ferrari chokes Borden drawing the referee to execute his 5 count, in which Ferrari breaks at 4. Ferrari brings Borden out from the corner before taking him over to the mat with a vertical suplex. Mic covers Borden.
Referee: ONE....... TWO....... THRE
The crowd erupts as Borden shoots a shoulder up off the mat. The crowd begins to rally behind Borden, taking cue from Camden who begins to pound on the top turnbuckle. Ferrari picks Borden up off the mat before driving him back into the corner that houses Gilmour. Gilmour tags himself back into the mat and begins to work over Borden with right hands, followed by several knee's to the midsection before hoisting Borden up in the air, he holds him up in a suplex position before falling straight down driving Borden into the mat with a Brainbuster! Gilmour, gets back to his feet before taking several steps back, he reaches a neutral corner before stepping up to the second rope...
Diamond: No Way!
Gilmour comes off the second rope with the dreaded SECOND ROPE FIST DROP!!!
Rotten: YES!
Gilmour covers Borden.
Referee: ONE........ TWO.......... THRE
Camden stops the count by stomping Gilmour across the back of the neck. The referee gets Camden back out to the ring apron as Gilmour reaches his feet. He picks up Borden before taking him back into the ropes, Gilmour shoots Borden across the ring, he bounces off the ropes, but it's Borden who ducks under a big boot attempt by Gilmour, he bounces off the far side, and it's both Borden and Gilmour who take each other down with a double clothesline!
"1"
"2"
"3"
"4"
"5"
"6"
Borden and Gilmuor begin to crawl toward there respective corners.
"7"
Camden and Ferrari's hands are extended in the ring looking for the tags as there partners crawl closer.
"8"
Gilmour is the closest, he reaches out to Mic, but instead of tagging Ferrari drops down to the floor!
"9"
Borden tags Camden to a huge pop from the crowd as Ferrari is shown throwing his hands towards Gilmour before walking away from the ring!
Rotten: Ferrari is leaving Gilmour hanging out high and dry!
Diamond: Do you blame him? It's Peter Gilmour.
Rotten: Good point.
Camden enters the ring, she meets Gilmour with a fore arm smash to the jaw, she lands a second and a third before ducking out of the way of a Gilmour right hand, Camden counters with a dropkick to the knee dropping Gilmour to one knee before delivering a Superkick to the jaw of Gilmour knocking him back to the mat. Camden measures Gilmour who pulls himself back to his feet, Peter turns walking right into a boot to the midsection followed up by the Wimbledon Common! Borden is shown eagerly reaching out towards Camden...
Borden: TAG ME!! PLEASE TAG ME!!!
Camden makes a cover on Gilmour!
Referee and Crowd: ONE........ TWO....... THRE
The crowd is in shock as Camden pulls Gilmour up off the mat! She reaches her feet before slowly walking towards Borden. The crowd roars as Camden looks to the right and then towards the left taking in the reaction of the GOA. Suddenly Camden does the "Borden Point" towards Terry drawing a massive "YOU" from the crowd! Camden slaps Borden's hand to a massive reaction from the crowd! Borden enters the ring, he slaps his hands together three quick times before cupping his hand to his ear towards a section of the crowd. Borden bounces off the ropes, and the reaction is so loud you can't even hear the announcers as Borden drops the Atomic Leg across the throat of Gilmour! The crowd begins a massive chant "ONE MORE TIME, ONE MORE TIME, ONE MORE TIME". Borden reaches his feet, he looks over at Camden. Camden shrugs her shoulders before running towards the ropes, she bounces off the ropes dropping a second Atomic Leg Drop, Borden hits the ropes again and as Camden gets out of the way Borden drops a third Atomic Leg Drop before making the cover!
Referee and Crowd: ONE....... TWO........ THREE
DING....DING...DING....
Masters: The winners of the match, "REAL AMERICAN" TERRY BORDEN and the WGWF WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION, JOCELYN CAMDEN!
Diamond: WHAT A MATCH!!
Rotten: Are you kidding me!
Borden and Camden are shown getting there arms raised in victory. The crowd explodes as Borden cups his hand to his ear near a set of ropes. The crowd roars which opts Borden to do a pose ala Hulk Hogan! He turns towards Camden, points to the opposite side of the ring. Camden smiles, the roof explodes as Camden cups her hand to her ear! She shrugs her shoulders before posing like BORDEN!
WAIT A MINUTE!!!
IT'S
IT'S
JOHN GAMBINO!!
Bigg Rigg hits the ring, and as Borden turns around Rigg blasts him with the RAGE! The music cuts off, and as Camden manages to turn around Rigg explodes, cutting her in half with the Rage!
Diamond: Is this CCP's replacement?
The crowd boo's loudly as Rigg reaches down, picking up the World Heavyweight Championship. He puts a boot on Camden's chest while hoisting the title up in the air as the scene fades to commercial.
HUNTER RYAN IN RING PROMO...
"What I've Done" blasts through the arena and the fans explode as Hunter Ryan stands at the top of the ramp with his wife Jodi by his side. He has a big smile on his face as he walks down the ramp towards the ring with a mic in hand. Jodi seems in good spirits, as well, and they both greet fans as they approach ringside.
Rotten: Here we go.
Diamond: Shut it, Flash. I personally enjoy having the Ryans in the ring. They're always a -
Rotten: Rash that won't go away?
Diamond: You know, Flash? You're a facepalm with legs.
Rotten: Whatever the hell that means.
Finally the music fades and the fans quiet down as Hunter brings the mic to his lips.
Hunter: Well that didn't last long, did it? Famine of the Vile had his quickest bout of sadistic treachery to date and last week at Masters of the Mat, I made sure he went away for a long, long time!
The fans pop! Obviously glad the "Vile One" was disposed of by Hunter.
Rotten: Did Hunter actually use the word "treachery?"
Diamond: He's an educated man, Flash. Take notes.
Hunter: Famine, I know you're laid up in a hospital bed somewhere recuperating from that Roid Rager I destroyed you with off the stage last Monday night. I know you're watching this telecast very closely and plotting your sweet revenge. Well, Famine...I happen to know you're gonna be on the shelf for quite a while, bud. Tell me something. How does it feel to know your career just might be over? How does it feel to know everything you have ever truly lived for just might be gone? You know who knows all about that, Famine? My brother, Nick Ryan!
The fans pop with the mention of Nick.
Hunter: So Nick, last week was partly for you, brother!
More of a pop and Hunter puts his hands up to quiet the fans. They quickly come back down to a low hum.
Hunter: I say partly, because what you did to my wife, Famine...made it absolutely personal! You put your hands on my dying wife and now, Vile...you're life...your career...your entire reason for living just might be DONE!
Rotten: Famine did the world a favor by ridding us of Nick and he was well on his way to doing the same thing to Hunter. Derek, can you imagine a world without Ryan Brothers?! Fantastic!
Diamond: You know what would be fantastic, Flash? If I had a paintball gun aimed at your crotch on high velocity with you strapped down to that chair.
Flash slowly moves his chair away from Diamond as the cameras cut back to the ring.
Hunter: But that's over now. Famine's done and gone. It's time I addressed something else that I've been -
Just then, Hunter is cut off mid-sentence by the sound of the rumblings of Enter Shikari's Sorry, You're Not A Winner. RJ Palmer and Dante Anglais make their entrance and the fans begin their usual tirade of boos whenever the Tag Team Champions arrive on the scene. Dante has a microphone in his hand as they slowly stroll down the entrance ramp.
Dante: Hello Hunter "Nobody gives a shit" Ryan. Remember me? I'm the guy who beat you in your last XWF Match for the World Heavyweight Title. I'm sure you remember that! You threw the belt away to save Centurion's life, what a fucking tool.
Dante chuckles to himself as the boos continue.
Dante: If I recall correctly, you were also in the match that saw RJ Palmer win his XWF World Championship as well! So you've lost a World Title match to both of us? You must be so proud. I never really saw you as a real World Title contender, more like a World Title pretender.
The boos increase in noise as Dante reaches the bottom of the ring steps and slowly climbs up them as RJ jumps up onto the ring apron and slips between the ropes into the ring.
Dante: I must give you credit for one thing though.
Dante climbs into the ring and brushes himself down before turning to face Hunter.
Dante: You did a real good job of screwing me over in my first World Title match. Don't think I forgot about the fast one you and Jensen Kent pulled to keep that World Title belt strapped around your waist. I was robbed that night, fucking robbed. That gold should have been mine.
Dante's face is full of rage as Hunter looks on with a small smirk on his face.
Dante: You think this is funny Hunter? You think it's funny that you're part of the biggest conspiracy in the history of wrestling? Oh and don't get me started on your roiding habits.
Hunter's smirk immediately disappears and is replaced by a look of hate. Dante begins chuckling to himself once again.
Dante: Caught taking drugs, that's some achievement for someone who likes to pride himself on setting a good example for all the kids out there. Job well done Hunter.
The boos are absolutely defeaning now, the hate from this crowd is all on Dante right now!
Dante: But you know what? I think I'm over it, I think I can forgive you for that. You know what I can't forgive you for?
RJ Palmer charges at Hunter and takes him down with a huge clothesline that literally turns Hunter inside out!
Dante: I can't forgive you for trying to ruin my fucking career!!
Dante tosses the microphone down and quickly mounts Hunter, laying into him with a flurry of hard right hands, beating the living crap out of the former World Champion. He jumps too his feet and drags Hunter up by the hair as Jodi watches on helplessly. Dante slaps Hunter in the face and tosses him to RJ who spears him to the mat and begins laying in some punches of his own, one, two, three hard punches to the face from RJ Palmer and it keeps going up until ten. RJ pulls his tag belt off from around his waist and yells at Dante to pick Hunter up and hold him in place. RJ takes a couple steps back and then runs up to Hunter and smashes him in the forehead with the championship belt. The force is enough to make Hunter fall out of Dante's arms and back down to the mat, as if he was just hit by a god damn truck!
Dante smiles as he stands over the fallen Hunter Ryan, a stream of blood now pouring from a nasty wound on his forehead brought on by that vicious shot to the head with the Championship belt. Dante drags Hunter up to his feet by the hair, drives his knee into Hunter's lower-regions and slams him hard to the mat with The Uprising! A vicious Uprising right down to the mat, Hunter's head slamming hard off the canvas and sending him flying across the mat.
RJ looks to the top rope and, with a sinister grin on his face, he nods to Dante. They both seem like they know what to do. As RJ steps between the ropes and walks along the ring apron and then jumps up onto the rope turnbuckleDante is lifting Hunter's almost lifeless body up on to his shoulders. Dante positions himself so that he's facing RJ and then flips Hunter over with a Death Valley Driver, but instead he flips him the other way so that he is still holding Hunter's feet and has his hand on Hunter's chest. RJ leaps off the rop rope and in mid-air connects with a leg drop, which brings all of his body weight down on Hunter's neck with even more of a devistating impact.
RJ stands up and joins Dante as they both look down at Hunter. Jodi runs past them and kneels down next to her husband. RJ grabs her by the back of her hair and drags her into the centre of the ring. The crowd is in an uproar, but neither Dante or RJ care. RJ hoists Jodi up on to his shoulders now and yells 'Antagonize Time!'.
He's about to go for the move when three guys come running out from the back and down the ramp. It's Connor Dempsey, Axel The Shark and Kevin Jewert coming for the save on Jodi! RJ drops Jodi and then waits for these guys to enter the ring. All three men slide into the ring but RJ and Dante leave on the opposite side. They walk around the ring while Axel, Jewert and Dempsey are all trying to help Hunter and Jodi as the scene cuts backstage...
MUDD BEFORE THE MAIN EVENT...
MUDD... BEFORE THE MAIN EVENT!
It's just minutes before the main event. Jason Mudd is standing backstage, in front of a camera, dressed and ready for action. The fans give a huge pop of cheers! With Ashley Divine at his side, Jason Mudd's focus seems dead set and ready. The WGWF's Premier Asshole turns his attention to the camera.
Jason Mudd: In just minutes, Zach, in just mere MINUTES, you and I are getting in that ring to do what we do best.
Jason Mudd cuts a wicked, egotistical grin.
Jason Mudd: For me, that's kicking ass and going on to win the Intercontinental Championship! For you? Simple. Getting your ass KICKED and winning absolutely NOTHING.
The grin slowly fades to an amused look; however, it finally fades back to a serious gaze.
Jason Mudd: The time for talking trash is done, Rizza. Time for my actions to speak louder than any words I could spew. And trust me, my voice is heard around the world. Tonight, I shut you up. Tonight, I put you and your career in place. Six feet under!
Jason Mudd looks away from the camera, focusing out in the direction of the ring and the crowd. A soft, “Mudd, Mudd, Mudd” chant starts. Jason responds to the chanting of his name, grinning egotistically again.
Jason Mudd: I wish I could say that the last few weeks have been fun, Rizza. But I'd be lying. That's not me. When I spout this shit, I mean it. The last few weeks have been horrible, absolutely horrible! Every where I turn, you're in the way. I've had about enough of it!
Jason Mudd turns to look back at the camera.
Jason Mudd: Tonight is the LAST night you're in my way. The battle royal, you were in my way. Masters of the Mat, you were in my way and because of it cost me my chance to redeem what I lost. Tonight, you're in my way... but I guarantee you this. I guran-damn-tee you that tonight, when it's all said and done, the only WAY you'll be is in the back of the line.
Jason Mudd rotates his neck, popping the bones. He rotates his shoulders and lets out a slow exhale.
Jason Mudd: Tonight's my night, Zach Rizza. You're going to find that out soon enough. I don't just spout this shit...
Jason Mudd grins.
Jason Mudd: I LIVE IT!
He stares at the camera for a few more seconds before walking away, Ashley Divine beside him. The camera focuses for a few more seconds before cutting to commercial
MONDAY NIGHT BRAWL MAIN EVENT
WGWF INTERCONTINENTAL CHAMPIONSHIP
JASON MUDD w/ Ashley Divine vs "BIG TYME" ZACH RIZZA
DING...DING....DING....
Our attention is drawn to the ring where Donald Masters is shown standing in the center of the ring, with the official standing next to him with the WGWF Intercontinental Championship in his hands.
Masters: Ladies and Gentleman, the following contest is your MAIN EVENT of the evening... and is for the WGWF INTERCONTINETAL CHAMPIONSHIP!
The GOA explodes at the announcement...
*The lights in the arena go out
"House real big. Belly real big. Everything real big.
Rims real big. Pockets real big. Rings real big.
Let me tell you how I live.
Like that, buy that, 24's ride that.
Ladies, gentlemen, gangsters, pimps, mommas, daddies, stunnahs, shiners...
I'M RITCH SNITCH, I'M A REAL BIG TYMER!"
Masters: Intriducing first, about to make his way to the ring... "BIG TYME" ZACH RIZZA!
Pyro shoots off and after the pyro is done Zach comes out with a smirk on his face. He slowly walks down the ramp, looking around at the fans cheering for him. Zach walks to the steps and walks up to the apron, one step at a time. Zach wipes his feet on the mat before entering the ring and gets on the middle turnbuckle as he poses to the crowd with a big smile on his face. He hops down to the ring as his music fades away.
Masters: And introducing his opponent....
SCREAM!
AIM!
FIRE!
OVER THE TOP! OVER THE TOP! RIGHT NOW IT'S KILLING TIME! OVER THE TOP OVER THE TOP! RIGHT NOW IT'S KILLING TIME!
Masters: Being accompanied to the ring by ASHLEY DIVINE, he is JASON MUDD!
"Scream Aim Fire" by Bullet for My Valentine exlodes through the arena. Jason Mudd quickly makes his way from the back, looking out at the crowd, a sense of what's to come in his dark brown hues. Serious. Egotistical. A cocky grin shoots across his face. Mudd makes a straight line to the ring, wasting no time as he climbs up the side of the ring and the turnbuckle. Perched, Jason Mudd gives a quick look out at the crowd, mouthing off to them before getting into the ring.
Diamond: Let's not forget how BOTH these men got here, originally scheduled to be a Triple Threat Match, yet when John Gambino vacated the title last Tuesday morning everything changed at the blink of an eye. Zach Rizza and Jason Mudd competed three weeks ago in a battle royale where the winner would earn the right to face John Gambino here tonight, they Eliminated each other as the final two, and alas here we are tonight.
The referee brings Mudd and Rizza to the center of the ring before showing them the WGWF IC title. He hoists the title up in the air before handing it to Donald Masters, who then exits the ring as the referee calls for the bell.
DING....DING....DING....
Rotten: Here we go Diamond, quiet the little feud these two have put together over the last month or so...
Diamond: Culminating tonight with one of them leaving the GOA with the Intercontinental strap around their waist.
Rizza and Mudd walk out to the middle of the ring where a stare down begins to take place, but with the bat of an eye Rizza lands a right hand, Mudd fires back with a right, Rizza lands a right, Mudd lands a right, Rizza lands a right, Mudd lands a right, and the fist are flying between both Rizza and Mudd to a rousing ovation from the crowd but it's Rizza who puts an end to it by driving a knee to the midsection of Mudd before taking Mudd back into the ropes, Rizza fires him across the ring, Mudd bounces off the ropes into a reverse elbow by Rizza sending Mudd to the mat. Rizza looks to follow up with a elbow, Mudd rolls out of the way sending Rizza crashing to the mat, Mudd and Rizza each reach there feet, Mudd takes Rizza over with a arm drag, Rizza and Mudd get back to there feet, it's Rizza who takes Mudd over with a hiptoss, Rizza looks to take advantage, but it's Mudd who uses both feet to kick Rizza to the mat, Mudd is back up, he looks to take the advantage only find the same fate by Rizza, both men spring back to there feet drawing a huge ovation from the crowd.
Diamond: They know each other so well it's not even funny!
Rizza and Mudd circle each other before locking up center ring, it's Mudd taking a side headlock, Rizza backs Mudd into a set of ropes before shooting him across the ring, Mudd bounces off the ropes taking Rizza down with a shoulder block take down, Mudd bounces off the far side, Rizza rolls over to his chest, Mudd leaps over Rizza bouncing off the near side, Rizza is quickly to his feet where he leap frogs over Mudd sending Mudd bouncing back off the far side ropes into a Tiltawhirl back breaker by Rizza! Zach makes the cover.
Referee: ONE...... TWO......
Mudd powers out in two. Rizza reaches his feet, he picks up Mudd before blasting him with a European Uppercut which knocks Mudd back into the ropes, Rizza comes forward only to catch a boot to the midsection by Mudd, who follows it up with a chop across the chest, Rizza swings wildly, Mudd ducks the right hand while taking a back waist lock, Mudd quickly pops his hips, throwing Rizza back with a Release German Suplex! Rizza rolls out of the ring and to the floor.
Rotten: Did you see the tourk Jason Mudd just hurled Rizza back with?
Diamond: How could I miss it?
The referee begins to count Rizza out as Zach reaches his feet shaking off the German Suplex, inside the ring Mudd comes over to the ropes, he sling shots himself over the top rope landing on Rizza with a Cross Body Block! The crowd pops as Mudd springs back to his feet, he picks Rizza up off the floor before blasting him with another right hand, Mudd takes Rizza, bouncing his head off the steel steps! Rizza bounces head first off the steps into another right hand by Mudd who then scoops Rizza up over his shoulder. Mudd charges a the nearest ring post, but it's Rizza who slides down the back of Mudd while shoving him forward bouncing him shoulder first off the ring post. Rizza slides into the ring breaking the referee's count before rolling back out to the floor where he stomps away several times at Mudd before picking Jason up off the floor, Rizza scoops Mudd up, he hoists him up in the air before dropping him sternum first across the security barrier!
Rotten: Now it's breaking down!!
Rizza picks Jason up off the floor before throwing him back into the ring. Rizza slides into the ring after Mudd, he picks him up off the mat before planting him with a swinging neckbreaker! Rizza makes a cover.
Referee: ONE...... TWO...... THR
Mudd shoots a shoulder up off the mat. Rizza reaches his feet, he picks Mudd up off the mat before taking him back into a set of buckles. Rizza drives several quick shoulder blocks to the midsection before hoisting Mudd up, sitting him on the top turnbuckle. Rizza nails Mudd with a straight right hand before stepping up to the middle rope, followed by the top rope! Rizza looks to peal off a Hurrincanranna, the crowd explodes as Mudd counters the attempt with a Sit Down Powerbomb! The crowd explodes as Mudd now makes the cover.
Referee: ONE..... TWO.... THRE
Rizza kicks out! Jason picks himself up off the mat, measuring Rizza who's not far behind him before planting Zach with a Side Russian Leg Sweep! The crowd shifts towards Mudd's favor as Jason picks himself up off the mat, he runs full blast towards the ropes, bouncing off the far side before connecting with Rolling Thunder! Mudd forces Rizza's shoulders to the mat!
Referee: ONE...... TWO...... THRE
The crowd pops as Rizza shoots a shoulder up off the mat. Mudd reaches a vertical base. Rizza sits up on the mat only to eat a martial arts style kick to the chest knocking him back to the mat where Jason Mudd follows it up with a standing shooting star press! Mudd makes another cover hooking the leg.
Referee: ONE...... TWO..... THRE
Another pop as Rizza kicks out of the pinfall attempt! Jason picks Rizza up off the mat before shooting him into a set of buckles. Mudd charges in after Rizza, diving in for a shoulder block, but Rizza side steps Mudd sending him smashing right shoulder first into the ring post! Rizza pulls Mudd out from the corner before quickly driving him into the mat with an armbar DDT!
Diamond: And the tide's shifting back towards Zach Rizza with that offensive move!
Rizza makes his way to a set of buckles. He gets up on the middle turnbuckle, Mudd pushes himself up off the mat, as he does Rizza leaps off the middle rope connecting with a Blockbuster! The crowd pops as Rizza covers Jason Mudd hooking the near leg.
Referee: ONE...... TWO...... THRE
The crowd pops for Mudd who escapes the near fall!
Rotten: Back and forth these two continue to go!
Diamond: Great chemistry indeed!
Rizza gets to his feet before picking Jason up off the mat. Rizza plants Mudd with a Reverse Atomic Drop before planting a boot to the midsection, he snitches Mudd for a Double Arm DDT, the crowd explodes as Rizza plants Jason head first into the mat!
Rotten: New Champion!
Rizza shoots the half!
Referee: ONE..... TWO...... THRE
Mudd drapes his left foot across the bottom rope, catching the referee's eye causing the count to be stopped.
Diamond: What ring positioning by Jason Mudd. He knew where he was, and it just saved him the Intercontinental Championship!
Rizza can't believe it as he pulls himself to a vertical base. The crowd begins to stir as Rizza calls for the Rizzaliner!
Rotten: Zach Rizza is about to take Jason Mudd's head off!
Mudd slowly pushes himself up off the mat, as he does Rizza runs towards the opposite ropes to gain more momentum, as Jason stands to his feet Rizza is at full speed looking for a Clothesline From Hell... Mudd ducks, and it's Rizza who bounces off the ropes once again only to eat a Superkick to the jaw by Jason Mudd! Mudd got all of it as he falls on top of Rizza!
Referee: ONE...... TWO....... THRE
The crowd gasps with the near fall, but Rizza barely escapes the fatal three count as both men lay on the mat as the referee begins to execute his standing 10 count.
"ONE"
"TWO"
"THREE"
"FOUR"
"FIVE"
Both Mudd and Rizza begin to stir.
"SIX"
"SEVEN"
"EIGHT"
Rizza and Mudd both stand to there feet with Mudd landing a solid right hand which knocks Rizza back into the ropes, Rizza bounces off looking for a clothesline, Mudd ducks while countering with a Reverse DDT into his knee before planting Rizza into the mat with a Reverse DDT! Mudd makes another cover!
Referee: ONE..... TWO..... THRE
Rizza again shoots the shoulder up off the mat! An ovation is heard from the crowd for the efforts put forth by both men as Jason Mudd is the first reach his feet.
Diamond: Listen to the crowd inside the Grand Olympic Auditorium!
Rotten: They're lovin' everything that they're seeing.
The crowd roars as Mudd calls for some Divine Intervention...
Diamond: Mudd's going for it all!
Ashley cheers Jason on from the floor, he measures Rizza who begins to push himself up off the mat, Rizza grabs ahold of the top rope to pull himself to his feet. As he does Mudd comes forward looking for a modified version of the Code Breaker, but it's Rizza who latches on to the top rope sending Mudd crashing into the mat! Mudd works his way back to his feet, Rizza bounces off the far side turning Jason inside out with a Clothesline From Hell!
Rotten: RIZZALINER! WE GOT A NEW CHAMPION!
Rizza drops down, coving Mudd!
Referee and Crowd: ONE...... TWO.......THRE
The GOA explodes as Mudd kicks out eyelashes away from the fatal three count! The crowd breaks out into a "THIS IS AWESOME" chant which echos throughout the Auditorium!
Diamond: How the hell did Jason Mudd just kick out?!?!?!
Rotten: It's any man's ball game right now!
Rizza begins to show some signs of frustration as he pulls himself to his feet. He picks Jason up off the mat before lacing him across the chest with a knife edge chop which is followed up with a boot to the midsection. Rizza positions Mudd for a Piledriver, Mudd counters with a back body drop which Rizza counters with a sunset flip!
Referee: ONE...... TWO...... THRE
Mudd kicks out once again! Rizza is the first to his feet, he looks to pick Jason up off the mat, but it's Jason who counters with an Inside Cradle.
Referee: ONE..... TWO..... THRE
Rizza kicks out! Both Rizza and Mudd reach there feet before taking each other down with a double clothesline!
Diamond: Both men are down! What a match!
Rotten: It's all about the Intercontinental Championship, it brings the best out of anyone, it's the stepping stone to the World Title, and this one is going to boil down to who wants it the most!
Diamond: I couldn't have said it any better.
Rotten: Nor should you try.
The referee begins to count both men out once again.
"ONE"
"TWO"
"THREE"
"FOUR"
"FIVE"
"SIX"
Mudd and Rizza each begin to stir
"SEVEN"
"EIGHT"
"NINE"
Both men pull themselves to there feet. Both feeling the effects of this gruling Main Event. Rizza lands a right hand, Mudd fires back with a right hand, Rizza lands another right hand which staggers Mudd back several feet only to have Mudd come right back with a right hand which staggers Rizza back, Mudd lands a second right hand, but as he looks for a third it's Rizza with a thumb to the eye! Rizza looks to take advantage with the Rizzatude Adjustment, Mudd counters by turning inward before pealing off a Northern Light Suplex with a Bridge!
Referee: ONE......TWO..... THRE
Rotten: NO!
Rizza pops out at the last possible second which draws yet another "THIS IS AWESOME" chant by the WGWF faithful.
Diamond: What a Main Event, the Intercontinental Championship hanging in the balance!
Mudd works his way to a vertical base, picking Rizza up off the mat. He shoots him across the ring, Rizza reverses sending Mudd bouncing off the ropes, Rizza ducks his head looking for a back body drop, the roof explodes as Mudd counters with Devine Intervention... he makes a cover!
Referee: ONE....... TWO....... THREE!!
DING....DING... DING...
Masters: The winner of the match, and NEW WGWF Intercontinental Champion... JASON MUDD!
The crowd erupts as Jason Mudd becomes the new Intercontinental champion!
Jason begins climbing the ropes and, then, he's on his feet leaning on the top ropes, clutching the Intercontinental championship close to his body.
Mudd sees Zach Rizza trying to get up and walks over to help him. Zach pushes Mudd out of the way before getting up himself.
Zach and Jason get face to face and, then, Zach extends his hand for Jason to shake. Jason shakes his hand and Zach raises Mudd's hand in victory before leaving Mudd to celebrate the victory.
Mudd gets on the top rope and holds the title high in the air. He exits the ring and begins walking up the ramp with a huge smile on his face. He gets to the entrance way and goes through the curtains.
THWAP!
Jason Mudd falls back through the curtains. He's out cold!
Zach Rizza walks out with a dented steel chair in his hand. The boos pour down on Zach, as he looks down on a motionless Jason Mudd.
Zach smirks as places one foot on Mudd and holds the dented steel chair over his head with one hand as Monday Night Brawl leaves the air.
MASTERS: Ladies and gentlemen… please welcome to the ring your 2011 Master of the Mat… a former Tag Team Champion and Global Cup Champion… JAAAAAAAAAAMES RAAAAAAAAAVEN!!!
The camera opens back up in the center of the ring where we see Donald Masters standing with WGWF co-owner Ranma Saotome. We spin out to the fans, bouncing in their seats with excitement as “Bleed it Out” by Linkin Park begins to play, spilling from the speakers and drowning the men and women in attendance with pure auditory awesomeness.
“Now here we go for the hundredth time, hand grenade pins in every line, throw ‘em up and let something shine, going out of my fucking mind!”
Ranma and Masters applaud politely as the arena lights dim to a near blackout, blue and white spotlights panning the lower bowl as a thick fog appears along the ramp.
“Filthy mouth, no excuse, find a new place to hang this noose! String me up from atop these roofs but knot it tight so I won’t get loose!”
Slowly, the spotlights come together at the top of the ramp, a bluish pool of light spilling over the edges of the stage and becoming so bright that the fans soon need to avert their eyes.
“Truth is you can stop and stare, run myself out and no one cares! Dug a trench out and laid down there with a shovel up out of reach somewhere! Yeah, someone pour it in! Make it a dirt dance floor again! Say your prayers and stomp it out as they bring that chorus in!”
BOOOOOOOM!!!
“I BLEED IT OUT! DIGGING DEEPER JUST TO THROW IT AWAY!”
The stage explodes in a shower of blue and silver sparks, a pyro display going off and leaving behind a cloud of thick smoke from which James Raven finally emerges. The few fans that were still in their seats at this point leap to their feet, the thunderous applause reaching a crescendo as he poses atop the ramp, his trademark smile plastered to his face as he looks out at the crowd and then to Ranma and Masters in the ring, tipping his head in a courteous bow.
The music soon fades away, and the only noise that can be heard is the ear splitting ovation. James breaks his pose, and begins making his way down to the ring with a noticeable limp. Upon further inspection, the fans begin to realize that the limp is not the only thing wrong with Raven. His right hand and wrist are wrapped tightly in a brace which is mostly hidden under the cuff of his collared shirt, which is unbuttoned. Through his white undershirt, you can see heavy layers of gauze and bandaging around his ribs.
ROTTEN: It looks like Raven’s feeling the effects of Masters of the Mat! HA!
DIAMOND: Are you referring to the cowardly, post show assault he endured?
ROTTEN: I’m referring to one of the greatest things I’ve ever seen on television, yes!
The two commentators continue to bicker as Raven poses for a picture with a fan at the base of the ramp, and then begins to make his way up the steel ring steps with a noticeable wince. Donald Masters quickly climbs out through the ropes as Raven climbs in through them, leaving the Master of the Mat winner and the companies’ co-owner alone. Ranma hands a microphone to James, who accepts, and then lifts his own to his mouth.
RANMA: James, allow me to be the first to congratulate you… you’re most deserving of the honor that’s been awarded you, in this tournament and otherwise. Outside of the ring, your charisma and wit are undeniable; and in the ring your talent, ingenuity and sheer willpower are unmatched. Speaking as a man who has laced up his boots as both your ally and your opposition, it comes as no surprise to me that you’ve etched your name into the history books once again.
RAVEN: Awwww… come on now, you’ll make me blush.
RANMA: Blush? That would hint at humility, James…
RAVEN: Meh, there’s a first time for everything.
Ranma breaks into a one-sided grin, extending his hand for James to shake. Raven stares at his hand for a moment, and then motions to his own wounded appendage. Ranma nods his head in understanding, patting the Master of the Mat winner on the back and stepping away.
RANMA: Enjoy your moment, sir. It’s well deserved.
Saotome steps out of the ring, leaving Raven alone in the center of the mat looking out once more at the supportive fans. He takes a few steps, pacing a slow circle as he looks at the WGWF logo on the canvas and sighs.
RAVEN: So, kids… I heard a rumor that James Raven was relevant again…
There’s a loud pop from the fans that puts another grin on his face, and his attention from his feet back to the crowd.
RAVEN: I know; it’s a little surprising for me even. I’ve spent what? Eight or nine months riding bitch while everyone else takes a turn in the spotlight? For fucks sake, World Title shots have been getting passed out like blowjobs at a frat orientation party, and I haven’t even gotten my metaphorical balls licked since I signed the contract that brought me back to this place. Now I could sit here, screaming ‘woe is me’ until my lungs are sore, and I can ask why I was pushed to the back burner while everyone tried to keep a straight face when Nick Ryan came out with sixteen pounds of leather and gold on his waist… but the truth is I already know the answer…
The fans wait on bated breath, leaning forwards in their seats for the follow up.
RAVEN: It’s because that’s the way I wanted it. Little known fact, I was offered a shot at Nick Ryan the same month I made my return, and I turned it down. I was offered two more after that, and I did the same thing. Instead, I watched Chris Page win the West Coast Rumble while I kicked back with a beer. I stood by at Battle Lines, and let Andre pick up the pin fall that could have been mine, and I rooted him on when he cashed in his shot. I saw six retarded monkeys hop around inside an Elimination Chamber, savoring the fact that at any given point in time I could beat them quicker than a high school virgin beats his meat. I watched Nick and Hunter pretend their family name had some clout, and I watched Chris Page abuse his authority worse than I can ever even be accused of… and through it all, I waited.
He takes a few more steps around the canvas, his grin fading as he becomes more and more serious.
RAVEN: I endured the insults, I tolerated the theory that maybe I just couldn’t keep up with the “big dogs” anymore… It’s something that some of you may never fully understand, but it’s something I had to do. For too long, I’ve had to be “the guy”. I literally carried the XWF on a breaking back, not because I needed the ego-boost but because there was not a single other person in the company capable of doing so. I tried jumping through half a dozen companies, hoping to blend into the woodwork and collect my paychecks, but each time I was pushed straight to the main event as soon as they saw what I was capable of… I was handed a title I didn’t need, and saddled with pressure that I didn’t want… believe it or not, this past several months in the WGWF have been my vacation, my rebirth. It’s been me falling back in love with the business.
There’s a loud and polite applause.
ROTTEN: Good God… worlds smallest violin, brother!
DIAMOND: Easy there, Borden.
Rotten sighs in disgust, but bites his tongue.
RAVEN: I waited for the right moment, and then there it was… a tournament featuring 16 of the companies best, a field no one could say I defeated by luck or because I owned the company… a pay per view held in my hometown of Toronto, Ontario, Canada where all of my family and friends could see me break back into the upper echelon in which I belong… a World title shot I’ve so long deserved and so long avoided. It had to be done.
In the simple words of Paul Frost, “fan pop”.
RAVEN: So I waived my rematch clause for the Tag-Team titles, I stepped up my game to a level everyone but me seemed to think was gone. I took out Dean James in what may have been the match of the tournament, I snapped the 12 match win streak of Nathan Lucas, and I beat Bigg Rigg when no one thought he could be beaten…
ROTTEN: He also conveniently skipped all mention of R.J. Palmer…
RAVEN: Fuck it, why beat around the bush? Do you people know what I did? I forced this company to name me the number one contender to the World Heavyweight title, and I forced the roster to acknowledge that just because I’m not treating the WGWF like a pornstar and forcing myself down it’s throat… I’m still fucking here, and when I decide I want something, no one will stop me from making it mine! Except four masked men in a parking garage, that is…
The fans boo loudly at the mention of the assault in Toronto, but James lifts his injured hand to silence them.
RAVEN: That’s right, the information you’ve all been waiting to get. Do you want to know who’s responsible?
The crowd roars an emphatic ‘yes’.
RAVEN: Yeah, so do I.
The crowd falls silent in disappointment.
RAVEN: I don’t know who felt the need to be “courageous” and take me out while hiding their faces like a bunch of bitches… but there’s one group in this company that absolutely screams “we’re pussies”; so Genesis, we’re not finished. Palmer, Dante, Radical, Ferro, Page… whoever else is even in that group now, get ready because as soon as I’m cleared to compete again, I’m gunning for all of y-
Before Raven even finishes, the fans begin to boo furiously, and his eyes widen in surprise.
RAVEN: Damn, none of you knew I was out of action? Pick up on the clues, people! Fine, for those of you that haven’t heard the WGWF doctors have decided its too big a medical risk for me to get back in the ring after the attack. I have three fractured ribs, a minor concussion, and a fracture in my wrist that has a possibility of being far more seriously broken… they’re putting me on the shelf until early August.
There are more furious boos from the fans, but once more he raises his injured hand to quiet them.
RAVEN: Hold on, now… you act like “injured” means “absent”. Just because I’m not in the ring beating the hell out of Camden like the husband she’ll never have doesn’t mean you won’t be able to feast your eyes on my magnificence. In fact, you’ll be seeing a hell of a lot more than me now! Up until this point, I was fine with letting Genesis play their little games, and just smack them back down when they started getting out of hand. After Masters of the Mat, though? Fuck that. It seems like every show they steal a win they don’t deserve, or try to put one over on the rest of the WGWF. No more… of Chris Page wants to be the bitch hiding in the corner of every match his guys are in, I’ll be the motherfucker standing across from him!
DIAMOND: HA! Ravens turning to management while he’s injured?
ROTTEN: Whatever, at least I don’t have to watch him in the ring anymore…
DIAMOND: But what does that mean for his title shot?
"Sound of Madness" by Shinedown hits the speakers. The crowd roars with boo's as CCP walks out to the top of the ramp with a microphone in hand. The music fades away leaving the boo's from crowd as CCP begins to speak.
CCP: Aw... Has poor Raven found himself hurt? Ah, not like it matters. Not like YOU do anything to generate rating anyway.
Raven stands in the ring with a smirk across his face as Chris continues.
CCP: As far as your title shot is concerned... well, I hate that you can't compete, but I won't lose any sleep because I've already hand selected your replacement.
The crowd boo's even louder.
CCP: And as far as you being ringside is concerned... I could care fucking less! Enjoy your time off James, because it's merely a matter of time before I put my foot up your ass!
The crowd roars with boo's as we fade to commercial.
OREN IN RING SEGMENT
The cameras cut back to ringside following the commercial break as the shot pans out across the thousands of fans in attendance.
Diamond: Welcome back to WGWF Monday Night Brawl, later tonight will see a huge Main Event with the vacant Intercontinental Championship on the line.
Rotten: That’s right; the two LOSERS from the Tag Team Title match Masters Of The Mat will go one on one for one of the most prestigious championships in the entire industry…
Just then, Rotten is cut off as Closer To The Edge by 30 Seconds To Mars hits the sound system and Oren makes his way out to the ring to a very large home-town ovation. He’s still dressed in his white T-Shirt and blue corduroy jeans.
Diamond: It’s former XWF Tag Team Champion, Oren!
Rotten: …Who?
Diamond: He made quite a name for himself in the old XWF when he was over there around this time last year.
Rotten: That’s great. Why does that matter here? This is one of those James Raven boys, isn’t it? One of those ego-driven fan favorites that I despise so much.
Oren slaps hands with a few fans at ringside before hopping up the steel ring steps and climbing into the ring. Oren takes a moment to take in the large ovation from the crowd in attendance tonight before retrieving a microphone from a stagehand.
Oren: Hello Los Angeles.
Home-town cheap pop.
Oren: God, it feels good to be back in a wrestling ring again. Last time I was in a ring here in LA, I was winning my first piece of gold; the XWF Tag Team Championships.
There’s a smattering of applause from the thousands around the arena.
Oren: It’s been about a year since all that happened and I’ve come a long way since all that. I became a member of The Tribe and then The Prophecy. I then challenged for the XWF World Championship before leaving the company a month later to take some down time away from the industry but then I heard that the WGWF was in town and I manage to snag myself a backstage pass and I even talked the crew into giving me some mic time! That just shows how awesome I really am! So...
Oren is cut off as Daddy’s Fallen Angel by In This Moment hits the sound system as Peter Gilmour comes out to a loud chorus of boos. He has a microphone in his hand.
Peter Gilmour: So now they’re giving air-time to guys who aren’t even a part of the company? Ranma really is screwing my over and I’m not taking it anymore, I refuse.
Gilmour pauses for a moment, taking the heat from the crowd before continuing.
Peter Gilmour: WGWF is not the XWF Oren. We do things a little differently so maybe you want to watch what you say before I come down to that ring and kick your ass.
Oren breaks out into a huge smile.
Oren: Oh, is that so?
Peter Gilmour: Ha, ha, ha! Yes, it is!
Oren: Alright then. Well, I wasn’t planning on getting in the ring but next weeks show is also in LA...
The crowd erupts. They know exactly what is coming!
Oren: So I’ll make it official right now, Oren will return to the ring next week one on one with you, Peter Gilmour!!
Gilmour Vs Oren next week on Brawl!
Oren: Be ready Gilmour, be ready. There’s a reason they call me The Submission Machine. When I lock that submission and you feel your bones about to snap, just submit. If I can’t make you, I’ll break you!
Oren drops the microphone as the crowd erupts again for the home-town boy as Oren and Gilmour have a stare-off.
These two will collide next week on Brawl!
MATCH 7:
TAG TEAM ACTION
Stipulation: Should Peter Gilmour's team win the match he will be granted a shot at the WGWF World Heavyweight Championship
PETER GILMOUR and "PLAYBOY" MIC FERRARI vs "REAL AMERICAN" TERRY BORDEN and JOCELYN CAMDEN (c)
Masters: The following contest is a special Tag Team Attraction, scheduled for one fall. The Stipulation, should Peter Gilmour's team be victorious, he will be granted a shot at the WGWF World Heavyweight Championship.
The crowd boo's loudly, but boo's louder when "Closer" by Nine Inch Nails hits the speakers.
Masters: Introducing first, about to make his way to the ring... "PLAYBOY" MIC FERRARI!
Closer from Nine Inch Nails plays over the PA system as smoke fills the entryway. Five scantly clad women escort Mic out into the arena. Mic poses for a few pictures and then makes his way to the ring behind the girls. Mic climbs the stairs and holds the ropes for each of the ladies as they very provocatively enter the ring. Mic does a few more poses, flexing his muscles and then holds the ropes once again for the ladies as they exit the ring as his music fades away.
Masters: And his partner...
"Daddy's Fallen Angel" by In This Moment rocks the speakers. The crowd explodes with boo's.
Masters: About to make his way to the ring, PETER GILMOUR!
The lights in the arena dim, then go to full black. We then see red strobe lights going around the arena and then come to the entranceway where a big explosion of fire hits as "Daddy's Fallen Angel" by In This Moment begins to play. After the initial guitar riff, we then hear a loud scream from the lead singer as Rose Smith comes out wearing a very sexy red halter top with black pants. She gives the crowd a sadistic wink of her eye and then we see Peter Gilmour come out in a black vest and black tights with PBK on the sides. Peter grabs Rose's hand and they make their way to the ring. They get in normally and then both get into the center of the ring and flash the "X" symbol as fire emits from the turnbuckles. They then pose for the audience as they wait for Peter's next opponent to come out.
Masters: And there opponents...
"Bass Down Low" by Dev ft. The Cataracs hits the speakers bring the GOA to there feet!
Masters: Introducing first, about to make her way to the ring, she is the WGWF World Heavyweight Champion, JOCELYN CAMDEN!
"Bass Down Low" by Dev plays as the crowd jumps to their feet. Jocelyn Camden steps out from the back to a large ovation. She nods her head and pumps her fist before she walks down the rampway. She slaps a few hands of fans along the way. As she gets to the ring, she leaps onto the apron and climbs the turnbuckle. She fist pumps in the air again as the crowd continues to go nuts for her. She leaps off the turnbuckle and into the ring as her music fades away...
Masters: And her partner....
The crowd begins to cheer loudly with anticipation...
The roof explodes as "Real American" by Rick Derringer hits the speakers.
Diamond: Listen to this ovation!
Masters: About to make his way to the ring... The "REAL AMERICAN" TERRY BORDEN!
The eruption reaches a fever pitch as Terry Borden storms out from behind the curtain, decked out in Red and Yellow from head to toe, sporting the "MEGA POWERS" red and yellow tank top with matching bandana. Borden stomps down towards the ring, he makes his way up the steel steps to the ring apron, he uses the top rope to point over towards Ferrari and Gilmour drawing a "YOU" in unison from the crowd before entering the ring. Borden rips off the tank top to the loudest ovation of the night before throwing it in the face of Mic Ferrari! The music fades out as Borden joins Camden in there corner.
Rotten: This guy's an absolute joke!
Diamond: He's not a joke... He's TERRY F'N BORDEN!
There's some heated talk between Gilmour and Ferrari as to who is going to start the match. Both men trying to take control of the team. Across the ring, Camden and Borden talk last minute strats before Camden is shown exiting the ring leaving Borden waiting for Gilmour and Ferrari to stop arguing.
DING....DING.....DING.....
Finally it's Gilmour who steps out to the ring apron.
Rotten: Masters of the Mat revisited with Ferrari and Borden starting things off.
Borden and Ferrari circle each other in the ring, they look to lock up, but it's Ferrari who quickly turns towards his corner where he slaps Gilmour on the chest signifiying a tag. The crowd boo's towards the Playboy as he steps out of the ring, and a very pissed off Gilmour enters the ring, eyeing Ferrari before turning his attention to Borden. Gilmour and Borden lock up center ring, they jockey for position before Borden shoves Gilmour back into a set of buckles drawing a massive pop from the crowd, which increases as Borden flexes his pythons!
Diamond: How over is Borden?
Gilmour comes out of the corner locking right back up with Borden, and again they jockey for position before Gilmour finds himself back into a neutral corner! Borden flexs one more time, but it's Gilmour who explodes from the corner forcing Borden to eat a massive boot to the face in mid pose which sends Borden to the mat. The crowd boo's Gilmour as he begins to assualt Borden with boots to the body before picking Borden up off the mat, Gilmour blasts Borden with a right hand knocking Terry back into the ropes. Gilmour comes over, blatantly choking Borden. The referee begins to count Gilmour who breaks the choke at the 4 count before shooting Borden across the ring, Borden bounces off the ropes taking Gilmour down with a running shoulder block, Gilmour pops back up off the mat, he's met with a scoop slam by Borden, Gilmour is back to his feet before eating a clothesline which staggers Gilmour back into the ropes, the crowd roars as Borden sends Gilmour over the top rope and to the floor with a clothesline! The eruption grows louder as Borden cups his hand to his ear!
Diamond: Borden just got the better of Gilmour!
Gilmour reaches a vertical base, he walks to the apron before reaching under the bottom rope, yanking Borden out to the floor under the bottom rope. Gilmour sends Borden smashing into the steel steps! Camden springs to the floor which draws Gilmour back into the ring. She checks on Borden, helping him get to his feet. Camden rolls Borden back into the ring, Gilmour picks Borden up off the mat before firing him into the corner where Mic Ferrari stands. Gilmour distracts the referee, as he does Ferrari wraps the tag rope around Borden's neck. He's choking him! The crowd roars with boo's, Ferrari removes the rope from around Borden's neck before the referee turns around. Gilmour comes forward, he tags Ferrari into the ring, Ferrari enters the ring, he begins to fire away at the midsection of Borden as Gilmour steps out to the ring apron. Ferrari shoots Borden across the ring, Borden bounces off the ropes eating a dropkick by Ferrari who quickly makes a cover hooking the leg of Borden.
Referee: ONE...... TWO...... TH
The crowd erupts as Borden powers out of the pinfall attempt. Ferrari reaches a vertical base, picking Borden up off the mat. He takes Borden backwards with a side Russian Leg Sweep! The crowd roars with boo's as Ferrari reaches his feet, he looks towards Camden before blowing her a kiss! The crowd roars as Camden shoots him the bird!
Rotten: I didn't think she was into dudes?
Diamond: Would you stop!
Ferrari stomps away at Borden. The crowd begins to chant "BORDEN, BORDEN, BORDEN" as they attempt to get behind the Real American. Ferrari, picks Borden up off the mat before blasting him with a European Uppercut sending Terry back into a neutral corner. Ferrari comes forward, shooting Borden across the ring into the opposite set of buckles, Ferrari charges in after Terry looking for a clothesline, but it's Borden who side steps Ferrari sending him crashing into the buckles! The roof explodes as Borden leaps towards his corner, tagging in CAMDEN! Camden spring boards off the top rope catching Ferrari with a Missile Dropkick sending Mic to the mat. Gilmour enters the ring, he charges Camden, Camden ducks a clothesline attempt, Gilmour bounces off the ropes into a Hurrincanranna by Camden! Camden reaches her feet, she turns around eating a clothesline which turns Camden inside out by Ferrari! The crowd roars with boo's as Ferrari follows up with vicious boots the to body of Camden before taking several steps back to taunt the World Champion, but in the process Peter Gilmour reaches over the top rope, slapping the back of the "Playboy" officially tagging himself into the contest. Ferrari looks at Gilmour while screaming out.
Ferrari: WHAT ARE YOU DOING! IDIOT!
Gilmour enters the ring, he catches Camden with a running boot across the face as she attempts to get to her feet which sends her back to the mat. Gilmour makes a cover on Camden.
Referee: ONE...... TWO....... THRE
Camden shoots a shoulder up off the mat. Gilmour reaches a vertical base, he picks Camden up off the mat before shooting her across the ring, Camden bounces off the ropes, Gilmour ducks his head looking for a back body drop, but it's Camden who counters with a DDT to a huge pop from the crowd! She rolls out to the ring apron before climbing up to the top turnbuckle. Gilmore works his way to his feet, as he reaches a vertical base it's Camden who sails off the top rope connecting with a Missile Dropkick sending Gilmour back into a neutral corner, Camden springs to her feet, she explodes towards the corner with landing a spear to the midsection of Gilmour, Camden twists the right arm of Gilmour before walking back towards her corner, and with the crowd roaring with approval, Camden extends her hand to Borden. The roof explodes as Borden tags back into the match! Borden enters the ring blasting Gilmour with a hard right hand knocking the big man back several feet, Gilmour comes back with a wild right hand which Borden ducks, before countering with a Atomic Drop! Borden spins Gilmour around before raking him across the eyes! It's Borden who looks for a Irish Whip, but Gilmour counters and it's Borden who bounces off the ropes landing in the grasp of Gilmour who hoists Borden up in the air before driving him into the mat with a thunderous Chokeslam!
Rotten: Borden racked up some frequent flyer miles on that trip!
Gilmour falls back into the ropes closer to his corner, as he does Ferrari slaps Gilmour across the back, tagging himself back into the contest. Ferrari enters the ring, demanding Gilmour get out which causes Gilmour to push Ferrair!
Diamond: We had an idea this might happen... Ferrari and Gilmour can't co-exist!
Ferrari shoves Gilmour back, but before blows can be thrown the official is in the middle, forcing Gilmour to exit the ring, but admist the chaos Borden crawls up behind Ferrari rolling him up with a School Boy!
Referee: ONE....... TWO........ THRE
Ferrari kicks out! Mic and Borden reach there feet ruffly at the same time, but it's Ferrari who explodes with a clothesline taking Borden back down to the mat. Ferrari measures Borden, and as Terry pushes himself up off the mat Ferrari bounces off the ropes delivering a perfectly executed Scissors Kick across the back of Borden's neck! Ferrari makes a cover hooking a leg back!
Referee: ONE...... TWO....... THRE
The crowd explodes as Jocelyn Camden dives on top of Ferrari making the save for her team!
Rotten: Get her outta there! She should be Disqualified, Mic Ferrari just beat Terry Borden!
The official gets Camden back to the ring apron as Ferrari reaches his feet. He picks Borden up off the mat before lacing him across the chest with a chop. Ferrari fires Borden across the ring and into a set of buckles, Ferrari charges in after Borden driving him back into the corner with a vicious clothesline. The crowd boo's as Ferrari chokes Borden drawing the referee to execute his 5 count, in which Ferrari breaks at 4. Ferrari brings Borden out from the corner before taking him over to the mat with a vertical suplex. Mic covers Borden.
Referee: ONE....... TWO....... THRE
The crowd erupts as Borden shoots a shoulder up off the mat. The crowd begins to rally behind Borden, taking cue from Camden who begins to pound on the top turnbuckle. Ferrari picks Borden up off the mat before driving him back into the corner that houses Gilmour. Gilmour tags himself back into the mat and begins to work over Borden with right hands, followed by several knee's to the midsection before hoisting Borden up in the air, he holds him up in a suplex position before falling straight down driving Borden into the mat with a Brainbuster! Gilmour, gets back to his feet before taking several steps back, he reaches a neutral corner before stepping up to the second rope...
Diamond: No Way!
Gilmour comes off the second rope with the dreaded SECOND ROPE FIST DROP!!!
Rotten: YES!
Gilmour covers Borden.
Referee: ONE........ TWO.......... THRE
Camden stops the count by stomping Gilmour across the back of the neck. The referee gets Camden back out to the ring apron as Gilmour reaches his feet. He picks up Borden before taking him back into the ropes, Gilmour shoots Borden across the ring, he bounces off the ropes, but it's Borden who ducks under a big boot attempt by Gilmour, he bounces off the far side, and it's both Borden and Gilmour who take each other down with a double clothesline!
"1"
"2"
"3"
"4"
"5"
"6"
Borden and Gilmuor begin to crawl toward there respective corners.
"7"
Camden and Ferrari's hands are extended in the ring looking for the tags as there partners crawl closer.
"8"
Gilmour is the closest, he reaches out to Mic, but instead of tagging Ferrari drops down to the floor!
"9"
Borden tags Camden to a huge pop from the crowd as Ferrari is shown throwing his hands towards Gilmour before walking away from the ring!
Rotten: Ferrari is leaving Gilmour hanging out high and dry!
Diamond: Do you blame him? It's Peter Gilmour.
Rotten: Good point.
Camden enters the ring, she meets Gilmour with a fore arm smash to the jaw, she lands a second and a third before ducking out of the way of a Gilmour right hand, Camden counters with a dropkick to the knee dropping Gilmour to one knee before delivering a Superkick to the jaw of Gilmour knocking him back to the mat. Camden measures Gilmour who pulls himself back to his feet, Peter turns walking right into a boot to the midsection followed up by the Wimbledon Common! Borden is shown eagerly reaching out towards Camden...
Borden: TAG ME!! PLEASE TAG ME!!!
Camden makes a cover on Gilmour!
Referee and Crowd: ONE........ TWO....... THRE
The crowd is in shock as Camden pulls Gilmour up off the mat! She reaches her feet before slowly walking towards Borden. The crowd roars as Camden looks to the right and then towards the left taking in the reaction of the GOA. Suddenly Camden does the "Borden Point" towards Terry drawing a massive "YOU" from the crowd! Camden slaps Borden's hand to a massive reaction from the crowd! Borden enters the ring, he slaps his hands together three quick times before cupping his hand to his ear towards a section of the crowd. Borden bounces off the ropes, and the reaction is so loud you can't even hear the announcers as Borden drops the Atomic Leg across the throat of Gilmour! The crowd begins a massive chant "ONE MORE TIME, ONE MORE TIME, ONE MORE TIME". Borden reaches his feet, he looks over at Camden. Camden shrugs her shoulders before running towards the ropes, she bounces off the ropes dropping a second Atomic Leg Drop, Borden hits the ropes again and as Camden gets out of the way Borden drops a third Atomic Leg Drop before making the cover!
Referee and Crowd: ONE....... TWO........ THREE
DING....DING...DING....
Masters: The winners of the match, "REAL AMERICAN" TERRY BORDEN and the WGWF WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION, JOCELYN CAMDEN!
Diamond: WHAT A MATCH!!
Rotten: Are you kidding me!
Borden and Camden are shown getting there arms raised in victory. The crowd explodes as Borden cups his hand to his ear near a set of ropes. The crowd roars which opts Borden to do a pose ala Hulk Hogan! He turns towards Camden, points to the opposite side of the ring. Camden smiles, the roof explodes as Camden cups her hand to her ear! She shrugs her shoulders before posing like BORDEN!
WAIT A MINUTE!!!
IT'S
IT'S
JOHN GAMBINO!!
Bigg Rigg hits the ring, and as Borden turns around Rigg blasts him with the RAGE! The music cuts off, and as Camden manages to turn around Rigg explodes, cutting her in half with the Rage!
Diamond: Is this CCP's replacement?
The crowd boo's loudly as Rigg reaches down, picking up the World Heavyweight Championship. He puts a boot on Camden's chest while hoisting the title up in the air as the scene fades to commercial.
HUNTER RYAN IN RING PROMO...
"What I've Done" blasts through the arena and the fans explode as Hunter Ryan stands at the top of the ramp with his wife Jodi by his side. He has a big smile on his face as he walks down the ramp towards the ring with a mic in hand. Jodi seems in good spirits, as well, and they both greet fans as they approach ringside.
Rotten: Here we go.
Diamond: Shut it, Flash. I personally enjoy having the Ryans in the ring. They're always a -
Rotten: Rash that won't go away?
Diamond: You know, Flash? You're a facepalm with legs.
Rotten: Whatever the hell that means.
Finally the music fades and the fans quiet down as Hunter brings the mic to his lips.
Hunter: Well that didn't last long, did it? Famine of the Vile had his quickest bout of sadistic treachery to date and last week at Masters of the Mat, I made sure he went away for a long, long time!
The fans pop! Obviously glad the "Vile One" was disposed of by Hunter.
Rotten: Did Hunter actually use the word "treachery?"
Diamond: He's an educated man, Flash. Take notes.
Hunter: Famine, I know you're laid up in a hospital bed somewhere recuperating from that Roid Rager I destroyed you with off the stage last Monday night. I know you're watching this telecast very closely and plotting your sweet revenge. Well, Famine...I happen to know you're gonna be on the shelf for quite a while, bud. Tell me something. How does it feel to know your career just might be over? How does it feel to know everything you have ever truly lived for just might be gone? You know who knows all about that, Famine? My brother, Nick Ryan!
The fans pop with the mention of Nick.
Hunter: So Nick, last week was partly for you, brother!
More of a pop and Hunter puts his hands up to quiet the fans. They quickly come back down to a low hum.
Hunter: I say partly, because what you did to my wife, Famine...made it absolutely personal! You put your hands on my dying wife and now, Vile...you're life...your career...your entire reason for living just might be DONE!
Rotten: Famine did the world a favor by ridding us of Nick and he was well on his way to doing the same thing to Hunter. Derek, can you imagine a world without Ryan Brothers?! Fantastic!
Diamond: You know what would be fantastic, Flash? If I had a paintball gun aimed at your crotch on high velocity with you strapped down to that chair.
Flash slowly moves his chair away from Diamond as the cameras cut back to the ring.
Hunter: But that's over now. Famine's done and gone. It's time I addressed something else that I've been -
Just then, Hunter is cut off mid-sentence by the sound of the rumblings of Enter Shikari's Sorry, You're Not A Winner. RJ Palmer and Dante Anglais make their entrance and the fans begin their usual tirade of boos whenever the Tag Team Champions arrive on the scene. Dante has a microphone in his hand as they slowly stroll down the entrance ramp.
Dante: Hello Hunter "Nobody gives a shit" Ryan. Remember me? I'm the guy who beat you in your last XWF Match for the World Heavyweight Title. I'm sure you remember that! You threw the belt away to save Centurion's life, what a fucking tool.
Dante chuckles to himself as the boos continue.
Dante: If I recall correctly, you were also in the match that saw RJ Palmer win his XWF World Championship as well! So you've lost a World Title match to both of us? You must be so proud. I never really saw you as a real World Title contender, more like a World Title pretender.
The boos increase in noise as Dante reaches the bottom of the ring steps and slowly climbs up them as RJ jumps up onto the ring apron and slips between the ropes into the ring.
Dante: I must give you credit for one thing though.
Dante climbs into the ring and brushes himself down before turning to face Hunter.
Dante: You did a real good job of screwing me over in my first World Title match. Don't think I forgot about the fast one you and Jensen Kent pulled to keep that World Title belt strapped around your waist. I was robbed that night, fucking robbed. That gold should have been mine.
Dante's face is full of rage as Hunter looks on with a small smirk on his face.
Dante: You think this is funny Hunter? You think it's funny that you're part of the biggest conspiracy in the history of wrestling? Oh and don't get me started on your roiding habits.
Hunter's smirk immediately disappears and is replaced by a look of hate. Dante begins chuckling to himself once again.
Dante: Caught taking drugs, that's some achievement for someone who likes to pride himself on setting a good example for all the kids out there. Job well done Hunter.
The boos are absolutely defeaning now, the hate from this crowd is all on Dante right now!
Dante: But you know what? I think I'm over it, I think I can forgive you for that. You know what I can't forgive you for?
RJ Palmer charges at Hunter and takes him down with a huge clothesline that literally turns Hunter inside out!
Dante: I can't forgive you for trying to ruin my fucking career!!
Dante tosses the microphone down and quickly mounts Hunter, laying into him with a flurry of hard right hands, beating the living crap out of the former World Champion. He jumps too his feet and drags Hunter up by the hair as Jodi watches on helplessly. Dante slaps Hunter in the face and tosses him to RJ who spears him to the mat and begins laying in some punches of his own, one, two, three hard punches to the face from RJ Palmer and it keeps going up until ten. RJ pulls his tag belt off from around his waist and yells at Dante to pick Hunter up and hold him in place. RJ takes a couple steps back and then runs up to Hunter and smashes him in the forehead with the championship belt. The force is enough to make Hunter fall out of Dante's arms and back down to the mat, as if he was just hit by a god damn truck!
Dante smiles as he stands over the fallen Hunter Ryan, a stream of blood now pouring from a nasty wound on his forehead brought on by that vicious shot to the head with the Championship belt. Dante drags Hunter up to his feet by the hair, drives his knee into Hunter's lower-regions and slams him hard to the mat with The Uprising! A vicious Uprising right down to the mat, Hunter's head slamming hard off the canvas and sending him flying across the mat.
RJ looks to the top rope and, with a sinister grin on his face, he nods to Dante. They both seem like they know what to do. As RJ steps between the ropes and walks along the ring apron and then jumps up onto the rope turnbuckleDante is lifting Hunter's almost lifeless body up on to his shoulders. Dante positions himself so that he's facing RJ and then flips Hunter over with a Death Valley Driver, but instead he flips him the other way so that he is still holding Hunter's feet and has his hand on Hunter's chest. RJ leaps off the rop rope and in mid-air connects with a leg drop, which brings all of his body weight down on Hunter's neck with even more of a devistating impact.
RJ stands up and joins Dante as they both look down at Hunter. Jodi runs past them and kneels down next to her husband. RJ grabs her by the back of her hair and drags her into the centre of the ring. The crowd is in an uproar, but neither Dante or RJ care. RJ hoists Jodi up on to his shoulders now and yells 'Antagonize Time!'.
He's about to go for the move when three guys come running out from the back and down the ramp. It's Connor Dempsey, Axel The Shark and Kevin Jewert coming for the save on Jodi! RJ drops Jodi and then waits for these guys to enter the ring. All three men slide into the ring but RJ and Dante leave on the opposite side. They walk around the ring while Axel, Jewert and Dempsey are all trying to help Hunter and Jodi as the scene cuts backstage...
MUDD BEFORE THE MAIN EVENT...
MUDD... BEFORE THE MAIN EVENT!
It's just minutes before the main event. Jason Mudd is standing backstage, in front of a camera, dressed and ready for action. The fans give a huge pop of cheers! With Ashley Divine at his side, Jason Mudd's focus seems dead set and ready. The WGWF's Premier Asshole turns his attention to the camera.
Jason Mudd: In just minutes, Zach, in just mere MINUTES, you and I are getting in that ring to do what we do best.
Jason Mudd cuts a wicked, egotistical grin.
Jason Mudd: For me, that's kicking ass and going on to win the Intercontinental Championship! For you? Simple. Getting your ass KICKED and winning absolutely NOTHING.
The grin slowly fades to an amused look; however, it finally fades back to a serious gaze.
Jason Mudd: The time for talking trash is done, Rizza. Time for my actions to speak louder than any words I could spew. And trust me, my voice is heard around the world. Tonight, I shut you up. Tonight, I put you and your career in place. Six feet under!
Jason Mudd looks away from the camera, focusing out in the direction of the ring and the crowd. A soft, “Mudd, Mudd, Mudd” chant starts. Jason responds to the chanting of his name, grinning egotistically again.
Jason Mudd: I wish I could say that the last few weeks have been fun, Rizza. But I'd be lying. That's not me. When I spout this shit, I mean it. The last few weeks have been horrible, absolutely horrible! Every where I turn, you're in the way. I've had about enough of it!
Jason Mudd turns to look back at the camera.
Jason Mudd: Tonight is the LAST night you're in my way. The battle royal, you were in my way. Masters of the Mat, you were in my way and because of it cost me my chance to redeem what I lost. Tonight, you're in my way... but I guarantee you this. I guran-damn-tee you that tonight, when it's all said and done, the only WAY you'll be is in the back of the line.
Jason Mudd rotates his neck, popping the bones. He rotates his shoulders and lets out a slow exhale.
Jason Mudd: Tonight's my night, Zach Rizza. You're going to find that out soon enough. I don't just spout this shit...
Jason Mudd grins.
Jason Mudd: I LIVE IT!
He stares at the camera for a few more seconds before walking away, Ashley Divine beside him. The camera focuses for a few more seconds before cutting to commercial
MONDAY NIGHT BRAWL MAIN EVENT
WGWF INTERCONTINENTAL CHAMPIONSHIP
JASON MUDD w/ Ashley Divine vs "BIG TYME" ZACH RIZZA
DING...DING....DING....
Our attention is drawn to the ring where Donald Masters is shown standing in the center of the ring, with the official standing next to him with the WGWF Intercontinental Championship in his hands.
Masters: Ladies and Gentleman, the following contest is your MAIN EVENT of the evening... and is for the WGWF INTERCONTINETAL CHAMPIONSHIP!
The GOA explodes at the announcement...
*The lights in the arena go out
"House real big. Belly real big. Everything real big.
Rims real big. Pockets real big. Rings real big.
Let me tell you how I live.
Like that, buy that, 24's ride that.
Ladies, gentlemen, gangsters, pimps, mommas, daddies, stunnahs, shiners...
I'M RITCH SNITCH, I'M A REAL BIG TYMER!"
Masters: Intriducing first, about to make his way to the ring... "BIG TYME" ZACH RIZZA!
Pyro shoots off and after the pyro is done Zach comes out with a smirk on his face. He slowly walks down the ramp, looking around at the fans cheering for him. Zach walks to the steps and walks up to the apron, one step at a time. Zach wipes his feet on the mat before entering the ring and gets on the middle turnbuckle as he poses to the crowd with a big smile on his face. He hops down to the ring as his music fades away.
Masters: And introducing his opponent....
SCREAM!
AIM!
FIRE!
OVER THE TOP! OVER THE TOP! RIGHT NOW IT'S KILLING TIME! OVER THE TOP OVER THE TOP! RIGHT NOW IT'S KILLING TIME!
Masters: Being accompanied to the ring by ASHLEY DIVINE, he is JASON MUDD!
"Scream Aim Fire" by Bullet for My Valentine exlodes through the arena. Jason Mudd quickly makes his way from the back, looking out at the crowd, a sense of what's to come in his dark brown hues. Serious. Egotistical. A cocky grin shoots across his face. Mudd makes a straight line to the ring, wasting no time as he climbs up the side of the ring and the turnbuckle. Perched, Jason Mudd gives a quick look out at the crowd, mouthing off to them before getting into the ring.
Diamond: Let's not forget how BOTH these men got here, originally scheduled to be a Triple Threat Match, yet when John Gambino vacated the title last Tuesday morning everything changed at the blink of an eye. Zach Rizza and Jason Mudd competed three weeks ago in a battle royale where the winner would earn the right to face John Gambino here tonight, they Eliminated each other as the final two, and alas here we are tonight.
The referee brings Mudd and Rizza to the center of the ring before showing them the WGWF IC title. He hoists the title up in the air before handing it to Donald Masters, who then exits the ring as the referee calls for the bell.
DING....DING....DING....
Rotten: Here we go Diamond, quiet the little feud these two have put together over the last month or so...
Diamond: Culminating tonight with one of them leaving the GOA with the Intercontinental strap around their waist.
Rizza and Mudd walk out to the middle of the ring where a stare down begins to take place, but with the bat of an eye Rizza lands a right hand, Mudd fires back with a right, Rizza lands a right, Mudd lands a right, Rizza lands a right, Mudd lands a right, and the fist are flying between both Rizza and Mudd to a rousing ovation from the crowd but it's Rizza who puts an end to it by driving a knee to the midsection of Mudd before taking Mudd back into the ropes, Rizza fires him across the ring, Mudd bounces off the ropes into a reverse elbow by Rizza sending Mudd to the mat. Rizza looks to follow up with a elbow, Mudd rolls out of the way sending Rizza crashing to the mat, Mudd and Rizza each reach there feet, Mudd takes Rizza over with a arm drag, Rizza and Mudd get back to there feet, it's Rizza who takes Mudd over with a hiptoss, Rizza looks to take advantage, but it's Mudd who uses both feet to kick Rizza to the mat, Mudd is back up, he looks to take the advantage only find the same fate by Rizza, both men spring back to there feet drawing a huge ovation from the crowd.
Diamond: They know each other so well it's not even funny!
Rizza and Mudd circle each other before locking up center ring, it's Mudd taking a side headlock, Rizza backs Mudd into a set of ropes before shooting him across the ring, Mudd bounces off the ropes taking Rizza down with a shoulder block take down, Mudd bounces off the far side, Rizza rolls over to his chest, Mudd leaps over Rizza bouncing off the near side, Rizza is quickly to his feet where he leap frogs over Mudd sending Mudd bouncing back off the far side ropes into a Tiltawhirl back breaker by Rizza! Zach makes the cover.
Referee: ONE...... TWO......
Mudd powers out in two. Rizza reaches his feet, he picks up Mudd before blasting him with a European Uppercut which knocks Mudd back into the ropes, Rizza comes forward only to catch a boot to the midsection by Mudd, who follows it up with a chop across the chest, Rizza swings wildly, Mudd ducks the right hand while taking a back waist lock, Mudd quickly pops his hips, throwing Rizza back with a Release German Suplex! Rizza rolls out of the ring and to the floor.
Rotten: Did you see the tourk Jason Mudd just hurled Rizza back with?
Diamond: How could I miss it?
The referee begins to count Rizza out as Zach reaches his feet shaking off the German Suplex, inside the ring Mudd comes over to the ropes, he sling shots himself over the top rope landing on Rizza with a Cross Body Block! The crowd pops as Mudd springs back to his feet, he picks Rizza up off the floor before blasting him with another right hand, Mudd takes Rizza, bouncing his head off the steel steps! Rizza bounces head first off the steps into another right hand by Mudd who then scoops Rizza up over his shoulder. Mudd charges a the nearest ring post, but it's Rizza who slides down the back of Mudd while shoving him forward bouncing him shoulder first off the ring post. Rizza slides into the ring breaking the referee's count before rolling back out to the floor where he stomps away several times at Mudd before picking Jason up off the floor, Rizza scoops Mudd up, he hoists him up in the air before dropping him sternum first across the security barrier!
Rotten: Now it's breaking down!!
Rizza picks Jason up off the floor before throwing him back into the ring. Rizza slides into the ring after Mudd, he picks him up off the mat before planting him with a swinging neckbreaker! Rizza makes a cover.
Referee: ONE...... TWO...... THR
Mudd shoots a shoulder up off the mat. Rizza reaches his feet, he picks Mudd up off the mat before taking him back into a set of buckles. Rizza drives several quick shoulder blocks to the midsection before hoisting Mudd up, sitting him on the top turnbuckle. Rizza nails Mudd with a straight right hand before stepping up to the middle rope, followed by the top rope! Rizza looks to peal off a Hurrincanranna, the crowd explodes as Mudd counters the attempt with a Sit Down Powerbomb! The crowd explodes as Mudd now makes the cover.
Referee: ONE..... TWO.... THRE
Rizza kicks out! Jason picks himself up off the mat, measuring Rizza who's not far behind him before planting Zach with a Side Russian Leg Sweep! The crowd shifts towards Mudd's favor as Jason picks himself up off the mat, he runs full blast towards the ropes, bouncing off the far side before connecting with Rolling Thunder! Mudd forces Rizza's shoulders to the mat!
Referee: ONE...... TWO...... THRE
The crowd pops as Rizza shoots a shoulder up off the mat. Mudd reaches a vertical base. Rizza sits up on the mat only to eat a martial arts style kick to the chest knocking him back to the mat where Jason Mudd follows it up with a standing shooting star press! Mudd makes another cover hooking the leg.
Referee: ONE...... TWO..... THRE
Another pop as Rizza kicks out of the pinfall attempt! Jason picks Rizza up off the mat before shooting him into a set of buckles. Mudd charges in after Rizza, diving in for a shoulder block, but Rizza side steps Mudd sending him smashing right shoulder first into the ring post! Rizza pulls Mudd out from the corner before quickly driving him into the mat with an armbar DDT!
Diamond: And the tide's shifting back towards Zach Rizza with that offensive move!
Rizza makes his way to a set of buckles. He gets up on the middle turnbuckle, Mudd pushes himself up off the mat, as he does Rizza leaps off the middle rope connecting with a Blockbuster! The crowd pops as Rizza covers Jason Mudd hooking the near leg.
Referee: ONE...... TWO...... THRE
The crowd pops for Mudd who escapes the near fall!
Rotten: Back and forth these two continue to go!
Diamond: Great chemistry indeed!
Rizza gets to his feet before picking Jason up off the mat. Rizza plants Mudd with a Reverse Atomic Drop before planting a boot to the midsection, he snitches Mudd for a Double Arm DDT, the crowd explodes as Rizza plants Jason head first into the mat!
Rotten: New Champion!
Rizza shoots the half!
Referee: ONE..... TWO...... THRE
Mudd drapes his left foot across the bottom rope, catching the referee's eye causing the count to be stopped.
Diamond: What ring positioning by Jason Mudd. He knew where he was, and it just saved him the Intercontinental Championship!
Rizza can't believe it as he pulls himself to a vertical base. The crowd begins to stir as Rizza calls for the Rizzaliner!
Rotten: Zach Rizza is about to take Jason Mudd's head off!
Mudd slowly pushes himself up off the mat, as he does Rizza runs towards the opposite ropes to gain more momentum, as Jason stands to his feet Rizza is at full speed looking for a Clothesline From Hell... Mudd ducks, and it's Rizza who bounces off the ropes once again only to eat a Superkick to the jaw by Jason Mudd! Mudd got all of it as he falls on top of Rizza!
Referee: ONE...... TWO....... THRE
The crowd gasps with the near fall, but Rizza barely escapes the fatal three count as both men lay on the mat as the referee begins to execute his standing 10 count.
"ONE"
"TWO"
"THREE"
"FOUR"
"FIVE"
Both Mudd and Rizza begin to stir.
"SIX"
"SEVEN"
"EIGHT"
Rizza and Mudd both stand to there feet with Mudd landing a solid right hand which knocks Rizza back into the ropes, Rizza bounces off looking for a clothesline, Mudd ducks while countering with a Reverse DDT into his knee before planting Rizza into the mat with a Reverse DDT! Mudd makes another cover!
Referee: ONE..... TWO..... THRE
Rizza again shoots the shoulder up off the mat! An ovation is heard from the crowd for the efforts put forth by both men as Jason Mudd is the first reach his feet.
Diamond: Listen to the crowd inside the Grand Olympic Auditorium!
Rotten: They're lovin' everything that they're seeing.
The crowd roars as Mudd calls for some Divine Intervention...
Diamond: Mudd's going for it all!
Ashley cheers Jason on from the floor, he measures Rizza who begins to push himself up off the mat, Rizza grabs ahold of the top rope to pull himself to his feet. As he does Mudd comes forward looking for a modified version of the Code Breaker, but it's Rizza who latches on to the top rope sending Mudd crashing into the mat! Mudd works his way back to his feet, Rizza bounces off the far side turning Jason inside out with a Clothesline From Hell!
Rotten: RIZZALINER! WE GOT A NEW CHAMPION!
Rizza drops down, coving Mudd!
Referee and Crowd: ONE...... TWO.......THRE
The GOA explodes as Mudd kicks out eyelashes away from the fatal three count! The crowd breaks out into a "THIS IS AWESOME" chant which echos throughout the Auditorium!
Diamond: How the hell did Jason Mudd just kick out?!?!?!
Rotten: It's any man's ball game right now!
Rizza begins to show some signs of frustration as he pulls himself to his feet. He picks Jason up off the mat before lacing him across the chest with a knife edge chop which is followed up with a boot to the midsection. Rizza positions Mudd for a Piledriver, Mudd counters with a back body drop which Rizza counters with a sunset flip!
Referee: ONE...... TWO...... THRE
Mudd kicks out once again! Rizza is the first to his feet, he looks to pick Jason up off the mat, but it's Jason who counters with an Inside Cradle.
Referee: ONE..... TWO..... THRE
Rizza kicks out! Both Rizza and Mudd reach there feet before taking each other down with a double clothesline!
Diamond: Both men are down! What a match!
Rotten: It's all about the Intercontinental Championship, it brings the best out of anyone, it's the stepping stone to the World Title, and this one is going to boil down to who wants it the most!
Diamond: I couldn't have said it any better.
Rotten: Nor should you try.
The referee begins to count both men out once again.
"ONE"
"TWO"
"THREE"
"FOUR"
"FIVE"
"SIX"
Mudd and Rizza each begin to stir
"SEVEN"
"EIGHT"
"NINE"
Both men pull themselves to there feet. Both feeling the effects of this gruling Main Event. Rizza lands a right hand, Mudd fires back with a right hand, Rizza lands another right hand which staggers Mudd back several feet only to have Mudd come right back with a right hand which staggers Rizza back, Mudd lands a second right hand, but as he looks for a third it's Rizza with a thumb to the eye! Rizza looks to take advantage with the Rizzatude Adjustment, Mudd counters by turning inward before pealing off a Northern Light Suplex with a Bridge!
Referee: ONE......TWO..... THRE
Rotten: NO!
Rizza pops out at the last possible second which draws yet another "THIS IS AWESOME" chant by the WGWF faithful.
Diamond: What a Main Event, the Intercontinental Championship hanging in the balance!
Mudd works his way to a vertical base, picking Rizza up off the mat. He shoots him across the ring, Rizza reverses sending Mudd bouncing off the ropes, Rizza ducks his head looking for a back body drop, the roof explodes as Mudd counters with Devine Intervention... he makes a cover!
Referee: ONE....... TWO....... THREE!!
DING....DING... DING...
Masters: The winner of the match, and NEW WGWF Intercontinental Champion... JASON MUDD!
The crowd erupts as Jason Mudd becomes the new Intercontinental champion!
Jason begins climbing the ropes and, then, he's on his feet leaning on the top ropes, clutching the Intercontinental championship close to his body.
Mudd sees Zach Rizza trying to get up and walks over to help him. Zach pushes Mudd out of the way before getting up himself.
Zach and Jason get face to face and, then, Zach extends his hand for Jason to shake. Jason shakes his hand and Zach raises Mudd's hand in victory before leaving Mudd to celebrate the victory.
Mudd gets on the top rope and holds the title high in the air. He exits the ring and begins walking up the ramp with a huge smile on his face. He gets to the entrance way and goes through the curtains.
THWAP!
Jason Mudd falls back through the curtains. He's out cold!
Zach Rizza walks out with a dented steel chair in his hand. The boos pour down on Zach, as he looks down on a motionless Jason Mudd.
Zach smirks as places one foot on Mudd and holds the dented steel chair over his head with one hand as Monday Night Brawl leaves the air.