Post by WRONG CCP ACCT on Jul 11, 2011 18:31:43 GMT -5
WGWF PRESENTS
MONDAY NIGHT BRAWL
STABLER ARENA
ALLENTOWN, PA
15,345
MONDAY NIGHT BRAWL
STABLER ARENA
ALLENTOWN, PA
15,345
As Monday Night Brawl takes the air...
"Labyrinth" by The Cure begins to play over the speakers. The crowd roars with boo's as a video package highlighting ADAM BARKER is shown playing. The boo's from the live crowd intensify as Adam Barker, himself, walks out from behind the curtain.
Diamond: Welcome everyone to Monday Night Brawl! Don't adjust your television sets, YES, that is in fact ADAM BARKER making his way to the ring... but why is he here?
Adam, dressed in jeans, a white t-shirt with his trademark black leather jacket makes his way up the steel steps, entering the ring from the ring apron through the top and middle ropes. Adam retrieves a microphone from his coat pocket as the following announcement is made.
Masters: Ladies and Gentleman, please welcome former Owner of the World Global Wrestling Federation, ADAM BARKER!
The music slowly fades away as the crowd roars with boo's, which draws a huge smile from Barker as he pats his left hand to his heart while raising the microphone with his right as he states.
Barker: And I love each and everyone of you too!
Barker spues out with sarcaism which panders to louder boo's as he continues.
Barker: For all of you hear, and at home watching... Yes! I am in the middle of this ring, at least for one more week... not because I was asked to be here, but because tonight... I WANTED TO BE HERE.
The crowd begins to quiet down, almost in anticipation of something monumental to be addressed.
Barker: Tonight is a very special EVENT of monumental proportions... but not because of the booking of tonight's show, oh no, no, no... It's special because TONIGHT marks MY BESTFRIENDS OFFICIAL APPRECIATION NIGHT!
The crowd explodes with boo's as Adam continues.
Barker: You know, and love him... Each and everyone of you WANT to be him, and as a matter of fact, WITHOUT him this place wouldn't be as successful as it is today, so whether you like it or not, I suggest each and everyone of you get up on your FUCKING FEET and welcome the man who's the reason EVERYONE gets paid... "CHRONIC" CHRIS PAGE!
"Sound of Madness" by Shinedown hits the speakers. The crowd boo's louder, and louder as the house lights dim to darkness. Yellow and White Strobe Lights begin to flicker throughout the arena. Smoke rises at the top of the ramp, several seconds elapes before seen walking through the smokey haze is none other then CO-OWNER, CHRONIC CHRIS PAGE! As CCP walks out to the top of the ramp, thousands of Yellow and Black Ballons fall from the rafters mixed in with Yellow and Black confetti.
Rotten: There's THE MAN!
Diamond: Unfortunately, after last week's historic Main Event, I can't argue or deny that statement.
CCP, with a shit eating grin across his face begins to walk towards the ring. Tonight, Chris is decked out in casual gear. True Religion Jeans, a White T-Shirt that reads "YES, I BEAT SHANK" across the front in bold black letters, with a matching black sport coat. His hair is pulled back into a ponytail, as he sports a 100K gold necklace around his neck with a matching 100K Rolex on his right wrist. Chris reaches the ringside area, he walks up the steel steps to the ring apron; where we see Adam Barker walk to the ropes, sit on the middle ropes while pushing the top rope up with his left hand allowing CCP to enter the ring. Ballons and Confetti still fall all over the building, covering the ring and ringside area. As the music fades away the sounds of ballons popping throughout the arena can be heard, the final bit of confetti drops from the rafters as Adam Barker hands over the "Stick" to CCP!
CCP: Yes... Yes, it's true.
CCP nods his head forward soaking in the boo's from the crowd as he states.
CCP: Tonight, we're all gathered tonight in praise of ME! CHRIS FUCKING PAGE!
The boo's begin to increase as CCP continues.
CCP: The very man who's been the foundFUCKINGdation of this company for the better part of 5 LONG years! The man, who over the last 5 years has won 5 WGWF World Titles, 2 WGWF Tag Titles, who has the LONGEST SINGLE REIGN, as well as the LONGEST amount of days as World Champion under his belt, and the very FUCKING man who just last week did the ONE THING that NO ONE thought I would do....
CCP causally removes his sportcoat, revealing his t-shirt, which again reads "YES, I BEAT SHANK". The crowd caters to the cheep heat with a large ovation of boo's as CCP continues.
CCP: I BEAT BIG SHANK!
CCP nods his head in approval as a grin from ear to ear appears across his face. The heat from the crowd only intensifies as Chris continues.
CCP: Not only did I BEAT Shank in the middle of this ring... I did it STRAIGHT UP! No Bullshit, No intereference, No Genesis, Man to Man, Face to Face, I took his best, KICKED OUT of his best, and when the smoke cleared and the dust settled, I PINNED SHANK One, Two, Three.
A massive "CCP SUCKS" chant begins to bellow out from all over the arena.
CCP: But tonight, it isn't ALL about my accomplishments last week... It's about RUBBING it the faces of EACH and EVERYONE of you who consistantly DOUBT MY FUCKING ABILITIES on a WEEKLY BASIS, STARTING WITH RANMA SAOTOME!
CCP directs his attention towards the camera's, he gazes into the lense intently as he continues.
CCP: How does it feel to know that I did something on my FIRST try, that you couldn't manage to do in your entire career! You're the man who put this together Ranma, in a feeble attempt to put me in my place, but you fail to understand... MY PLACE IS WHERE I'M AT... ON TOP OF THE WRESTLING BUSINESS! When are you going to grow the fucking balls, and sign the contract to FACE ME? As opposed of throwing opponents my way? The simple fact... YOU'RE SCARED... and you should be...
CCP seriously states as the smattering of boo's mixed with a YOU SUCK chant continues to be heard.
CCP: Enough about that gutless coward... let's talk about another so called LEGEND, who popped off at the mouth trying to tell me what he would do to me if given the opportunity... JAYZON WILLIAMZ.
The crowd explodes with a pop at the mention of Jayzon's name.
CCP: The man who makes cameo's in Andre Dixon's promo's, found himself a casuality of WAR!
Chris turns his attention towards the camera's once more as he, again, sternly states.
CCP: Jay, for all the shit you talked, I have to admit... I was NOT impressed at the fight you put up. As a matter of fact, I didn't break a sweat beating the BLACK off you! Now Andre, I hope I've got your undivided attention, because this is rather important for you. In 2 Weeks Time, LIVE on Pay-Per-View I'm going to FUCKING destroy you in the middle of this ring, much like I destroyed Big Shank, and much like I destroyed you bitch ass cousin! Sooner or later you're going to realize this ain't a fucking game kid, and you're going to realize that intelligence will be a thug any day of the week!
The crowd gasps at the statements made as Chris continues.
CCP: And don't get me started on James Raven...
The crowd pops once again...
CCP: James, I've beaten Andre... I've beaten Shank... you throw Jason Mudd in the mix, and I'll beat him too. All roads lead to James Raven vs Chris Page. So, whenever you're done DICKING around, and want to take care of some real business... all ya got to do is sign your name on the dotted line, and that goes for ANYONE on this, or ANY FUCKING ROSTER! I might be the Co Owner of this Company, but I proved last week, this mother fucker can still put asses in seats, and still rise to the occasion by knocking off a so called "legend". Tonight is MY night, tonight is the night to Celebrate how GODDAMN GIFTED I actually am.
The crowd roars with boo's as a "CCP SUCKS" chant bellows out from all over the building.
Rotten: The truth's the truth.
CCP: I don't mean to go off on a rant here, but why I'm on the subject of fucktards dodging me, JOCELYN CAMDEN!
The crowd roars at the mention of Camden's name.
CCP: Do you guys know, that little cunt is running around MY COMPANY, cursing me, talking about how SHE wants me in the middle of this ring...
A smirk crosses CCP's face before continuing.
CCP: This is the same twat, WHO'S HAD AN OPEN CONTRACT FOR THE LAST 6 WEEKS TO FACE ME, CHRIS PAGE, THE MAN SHE WANTS IN THE MIDDLE OF THE RING, but has REFUSED to sign the dotted line...
The cheers quickly turn into boo's as CCP continues.
CCP: I wonder why that might be? Could it be because I want her to put her money where her mouth is, and defend the World Title against me? Or could it be because Centurion's running ruff shot over her career, and is telling her to dodge me... or, and this is probably closest to the Gospel, deep down inside she KNOWS, she doesn't think, but she KNOWS that I'm the man who will finally put her back in her place. She's scared. I can see it, but more importantly I can smell it. So Jocelyn, I know you're back there... I know you can hear the sound of my voice... just sign the contract, I'm sure between high caliber matches against Big Shank and Andre Dixon, I can squeeze you in... that is, if you got the guts, which isn't something chicks like you are born with.
Adam Barker is shown laughing as CCP takes a second..
Rotten: The truth hurts...
CCP: And let's not even get me fucking started in Roundabout Ryan's return last week... Nick, I love the fact that your ego is SO FUCKING BIG, that you couldn't keep your nose out of WGWF business for a whole 6 weeks! Brother, let me tell you this... If you grow the nuts to step into the ring with Dante and R.J., trust me when I say, it's going to be the final curtain call of your worthless career!
Louder boo's are heard as CCP continues.
CCP: Over the last six months, all I've heard is how Chris Page couldn't get the job done by himself, or how about how I NEED Genesis to do my bidding... funny, I didn't see anyone help me BEAT Andre Dixon at Masters of the Mat, I didn't see anyone help me BEAT Big Shank last week on Brawl, and I'm certainly not going to need ANYONE to do my bidding... TONIGHT! Welcome to Chris Page Appreciation Night!
CCP drops the microphone. "Sound of Madness" by Shinedown hits the speakers as the scene cuts backstage.
JOCELYN CAMDEN ARRIVES!
Backstage, we go to the loading area, where we see a charter bus pull up to the arena. The McCaskey Tours bus reads "Allentown" in the front, and the bus stops as it gets to the very front of the arena. The door opens, and out walks the World Champion, Jocelyn Camden! Camden has the World Title over one shoulder and a backpack over the other, and she walks backstage. As soon as she enters the arena, Dennis Essex approaches her.
Essex: Jocelyn! Can I get a comment on...
Camden: Fuck off.
Camden blows right past Essex as the crowd goes nuts back in the arena. Camden enters her locker room and slams the door shit.
Rotten: Did Camden just arrive on a tour bus?
Diamond: Camden appears to not want to waste any time tonight!
The scene returns to ringside...
MATCH 1:
YUKI MONOTOMO vs HEAT
We return to ringside with Yuki Monotomo standing center ring, no music, with his right fist in the air! The crowd gives a mixed pop from the unknown superstar. The crowd explodes as "Sweet Child O' Mine" by Guns and Roses hits the speakers.
Masters: The following contest, scheduled for one fall... about to make his wya to the ring, HEAT!
Fans in the Stabler Arena rise to there feet as "Sweet Child O' Mine" by Guns N' Roses rips across the sound system as the lights blink red and yellow as Heat makes his way out on stage. He raises his arms to have two huge fire balls go off at the bottom if the stage as he makes his way towards the ring. Heat slides into the ring where he awaits the opening bell.
DING.....DING...... DING...
Monotomo and Heat circle each other in the ring. They lock up with a coller/elbow tie up before Heat quickly scoops the younger star up over his shoulder, he positions him for the Heat Stroke! Heat drives Yuki into the mat with the dreaded Tombstone Piledriver! Heat makes a cover!
Referee: ONE..... TWO...... THREE!
DING....DING...DING....
The crowd roars as "Sweet Child O' Mine" hits the speakers once again.
Masters: Here is your winner, HEAT!
Heat gets his arm raised in victory as we fade to commercial...
Returning from commercial....
CHRIS PAGE AND RANMA SAOTOME
We cut back from commercial to see Chris Page walking into the Co-Owners Office... Sitting behind a desk, looking over various paperwork, with a fresh cup of joe, is none other than Ranma Saotome. The crowd pops at the sight of Saotome. CCP walks over to the 52' LCD TV, conviently hanging on the wall directling in front of Ranma. Chris is show putting a DVD into the DVD player.
Ranma: What are you doing? You know watching Girls Gone Wild on the clock is prohibbited...
Chris pushes play before turning around to face Ranma.
CCP: Cute... but not hardly the case, although some nice titties wouldn't be such a bad idea...
Ranma's attention is drawn towards the TV. He rolls his eyes as the closing moments of last weeks Main Event begins to play:
CCP turns around to find Shank, but instead he finds the sole of Shank's right boot up against his chin as Shank connects with a second ShankStopper! CCP hits the mat, the crowd explodes as Shank makes another cover!
Referee and Crowd: ONE....... TWO........ THRE
The crowd completely gasps as CCP shoots a shoulder up off the mat!
Rotten: Dear God what a match!
Shank can't belive it! He reaches his feet, picking CCP up off the mat. Shank shoots CCP across the ring, he bounces off the ropes, Shank ducks his head, but it's CCP who in one solid motion connects with a sickening Flip Piledriver!
Diamond: HIGH TIMES!
Rotten: We haven't seen that move by CCP in nearly 9 months!
CCP manages to roll over, barely managing to get a hand across the chest of Shank.
Referee and Crowd: ONE....... TWO....... THREE!!
DING....DING...DING....
"Sound of Madness" by Shinedown hits the speakers.
Masters: The winner of the match, CHRONIC CHRIS PAGE!
The video continues to loop as Chris stares at Ranma, who merely shakes his head.
CCP: Something you booked, a man you THOUGHT would embarrass me, but more importantly... a man YOU CAN'T BEAT.
Chris begins to walk towards the desk, placing his hands on the front of the desk as he leans down closer to Ranma.
CCP: When will you stop sending people to do your work for you, Ranma? Sign the contract to face me... What happened to the Ranma Saotome who struck fear into the hearts of EVERYONE, my self excluded mind you. Is this what you've been reduced to? Sitting behind a fucking desk, pushing a goddamn pencil, who tries to rationalize with Nick Ryan? It's pathetic. You're a coward, Ranma. Everyone knows it, and if you leave it to me... I'll expose it!
The scene focusses on the looping closing moments of Shank vs CCP with CCP getting the clean pinfall as we fade back to the loading dock.
THE BROTHERS RYAN!
The crowd pops as Nick Ryan and Hunter Ryan are shown walking towards the entrance to the Stabler Arena. They're looking to walk through the roll up door, when they're met by Security, as well as local Law Enforcement.
Hunter Ryan: What's this all about?
Officer: Unfortunately Mr. Ryan, Nick Ryan is not being allowed to enter the building tonight.
Nick Ryan: Why not?
Officer: According to Mr. Chris Page, he's laid STRICT orders that should you, or Hunter lay hands on Dante Anglais, R.J. Palmer, or any member of Genesis while inside the building, you're BOTH to be arrested on the spot, and charged with assault.
The crowd boo's incredibly loud as the Police Officer continues.
Officer: So, if it's me... I would take a walk.
Hunter taps his brother on the arm.
Hunter Ryan: I got an idea...
The scene cuts to ringside.
MATCH 2:
SINGLES ACTION
CONNOR DEMPSEY vs JASON BLACK
DING....DING....DING...
Dempsey and Black lock up center ring. Black takes the side head lock, Dempsey works Black back into the ropes before shooting him across the ring, Black bounces off the ropes, Dempsey leap frogs over Black sending him into the near side, Black bounces off the ropes into a Japaneese Armdrag by Dempsey. Dempsey springs to his feet first, taking Black over with a headlock take over as he reaches his feet, Black counters the attempt with a head scissors, Dempsey powers up off the mat, flipping over Black, stacking his shoulders to the mat...
ONE.... TWO.... TH
Black bridges up out of the pinfall attempt, reversing into a backslide.
ONE.... TWO.... THR
Dempsey kicks out. Both Black and Dempsey, each spring to there feet, Black plants a boot to the midsection of Connor, following it up with a right hand to the jaw before backing Connor up into the ropes, Black looks for a Irish Whip, Connor reverses, sending Black bouncing off the ropes, Black looks for a flying cross body block, but it's Connor who drops to the mat and avoids the contact, Black crashes into the mat, Dempsey measures Jason, and as Black begins to work his way to his feet Dempsey explodes with a Shinning Wizard! He makes a cover.
ONE.... TWO.... THRE
Black kicks out. Connor stands back to his feet while Jason rolls out to the floor. The crowd roars with boo's as Chris Page is shown walking out from the back, and begins to make his way towards the ring.
Rotten: This is going to be interesting.
Connor slides out to the floor where he spins Jason around, nailing him with a right hand. Connor bounces Black head first off the ring apron before rolling him back into the ring. Dempsey turns around just as CCP reaches ringside. CCP throws both hands up, in the ring, Jason Black is shown reaching a vertical base. He bounces off the farside, landing a baseball slide dropkick into the upper back of Dempsey sending him crashing to the floor. Black slides out to the floor, seemingly ignoring CCP as he picks Connor up before throwing him into the guardrail! Black comes forward, hammering Connor with a right hand before bringing him back towards the ring, he rams Connor back first into the ring apron before throwing Dempsey back into the ring. Black glances towards CCP before sliding into the ring. He picks Connor up, sending him bouncing off the ropes into a Military Press! Black holds Dempsey in the air for several seconds before slamming him to the mat below! Black reaches down, picking Connor up off the mat before shooting him into a set of buckles, Black charges in after Dempsey, looking for a clothesline, but he eats a boot to the face by Dempsey! Connor quickly gets to the middle turnbuckle, he pulls Black in with a front face lock before planting him with a AWESOME Tornado DDT! The crowd explodes as Connor makes a cover.
Referee: ONE...... TWO...... THR
Black shoots a shoulder up off the mat!
Diamond: What a perfectly executed Tornado DDT! Dempsey Spiked Jason Black into the mat!
Dempse reaches a vertical base, picking Black up before planting him with a European Uppercut which sends Black back into the ropes. Connor sends Black across the ring with a Irish Whip, Black bounces off the ropes into a Tilt-A-Whirl slam by Dempsey! Connor makes the cover, hooking a leg.
Referee: ONE...... TWO....... THRE
Jason kicks out!
Rotten: I thought he had em' right there!
Diamond: As did I!
Dempsey reaches his feet, he looks out to the floor at CCP, who mind you standing at the foot of the entrance ramp. Dempsey picks Black up, taking him back into a set of buckles, Dempsey brings Black out towards the center of the ring with a snap mare take over before stepping out to the ring apron. The crowd responds with a pop as Dempsey begins to climb up to the top rope. Dempsey siezes Jason up... Black begins to work his way to his feet, Dempsey leaps off the top rope with a Flying Cross Body Block, but it's Jason Black who times out a perfect boot to the jaw, knocking Connor out of the air, and to the mat!
Rotten: I think he lost some teeth on that one!
Black makes a cover!
ONE..... TWO..... THRE
Connor stretches his left boot out across the bottom rope, drawing the attention of the referee.
Diamond: Connor Dempsey has come so far in such a short time... Great wherewithall to get that foot across the bottom rope.
Black is the first to his feet. He picks Dempsey up off the mat before blasting him with a right hand, he fires Dempsey across the ring, Dempsey bounces off the ropes and into a Sleeper by Black!
Rotten: Smart man! Black's changing his game!
The crowd roars as Connor counters the Sleeper with a Jaw Breaker! Dempsey stands to his feet, he plants Black with a boot to the midsection before driving him into the mat with a Double Arm DDT! The crowd is solidly behind Connor as he rolls Jason over, hooking his leg.
ONE...... TWO....... THRE
The crowd gasps as Jason barely shoots his shoulder up off the mat before the fatal three count. Connor reaches his feet, he signals for Tactical Strike, drawing a loud pop from the crowd, Dempsey reaches down, picking Jason up off the mat, but from out of nowhere it's Black clutching Dempsey by the throat, he stands as he hoists Dempsey up in the air before driving him into the mat with the Black Hole Slam Chokeslam! Black covers Dempsey!
ONE..... TWO..... THREE!
DING....DING...DING....
"Monster" by Skillet hits the speakers.
Masters: The winner of this contest, JASON BLACK!
Rotten: HUGE VICTORY for Jason Black!
CCP turns, walking back up the ramp as Jason's arm is raised in victory. The scene cuts back to the locker room.
OREN MEETS....
Oren is shown working over a punch-bag in the back as he prepares for his match tonight against Mic Ferrari. He looks incredibly focused heading into tonight’s bout when, rather suddenly, a figure appears from out of nowhere causing Oren to stop dead in his tracks.
The camera reveals the figure to be a rather ‘special-looking’ man dressed in what appears to be a superhero costume. He poses in a superhero-like way for a moment or two before return to a more casual stance.
Oren looks shocked.
Oren: Oh my God! It’s Trollman!
Trollman: That’s right, Trollman is here to save the day! I’m here to clean the streets of trolls and people trying to take over the internet. Trollman to the rescue!
Trollman zooms off into the distance, leaving Oren still shocked by the ‘superhero’ experience as we fade to commercial.
MATCH 3:
SINGLES ACTION
KEVIN JEWERT vs RUNA SALIN
Diamond: Coming up next, we've got a return match from last week's historic July 4th show.
Rotten: I've gotten Deja Vu.
Diamond: That might be the case Flash, but without any Deja Vu involved we're going to witness what should be another tremendous contest between the undefeated Runa Salin and the bearer of the stars and stripes in Kevin Jewert.
Rotten: You'd think Jewert for all his glad handing and baby kissing would appreciate the fact that sometimes it's good not to allow history to repeat itself.
Diamond: He certainly won't be looking to repeat last week's performance tonight, as I'm sure he's got plans to make it to the pay window with a win in the column against Runa, here and now!
"Smoke And Mirrors" by Lifehouse begins and the lighting turns to Camo lighting. Kevin walks out onto the ramp and salutes the crowd. When he does the salute pyro goes off behind him. He walks down the ramp and when he gets to the ring apron he turns toward the crowd and does another salute. He walks into the ring and shadow boxes for a moment and then goes and stands in his corner.
Diamond: Jewert a tremendous fan favorite with this live crowd here tonight!
Rotten: Blech, it sickens me to see such...such FACE-ness.
Diamond: Is that even a word?
Rotten: It is now. I'm putting my stamp on it!
A soft white light falls atop the entryway ramp as the arena falls into a momentary darkness. A lighthouse beacon is shown on the video wall as the lyrics to "Spark" by The Bird And The Bee begin to play, the haunting melody whispering into the ears of all who would hear it.
I heard a spark,
Something that glowed,
Hundred feet higher.
I open my eyes,
When there is light,
To see if I'm closer.
What if I stopped,
Just for a while,
To make it go slower?
Still up the night,
Just for a while,
To see if I'm finer,
Live like I'm finer.
Tell me a tale,
Something with fire,
To break from the sorrow.
The words continue to echo as Runa makes her way out onto the ramp, clad from head to toe in the traditional abaya. Her eyes pass to the left and right of the ramp as she surveys the crowd before continuing down to the ring, her ominous presence leaving the audience in a bewildered state. She leaps up onto the apron in a fluid motion, stepping through the ropes and into the ring. She looks to Jewert in the circle, nodding in his direction.
Diamond: A bit of respect shown from the undefeated rookie there. Some are saying that her win over Jewert was her toughest to date, Jewert having held singles gold before.
Rotten: Who doesn't beat Jewert these days?
Diamond: WOULD YOU STOP?!
Diamond being Diamond as the referee gives instructions to the in-ring competitors as the bell sounds and the two circle the wagons, ready to lock up.
Diamond: Jewert the first to move and here we go!
Jewert baits Runa in for a collar and elbow tie up and immediately yanks her into a side headlock. Runa shoots Jewert into the ropes and leapfrogs him on the rebound. Jewert on the rebound and Runa quick to take him up and over with a deep armdrag.
Rotten: So far, looks like nothing is changing from last week.
Diamond: And you determined that from an armdrag?
Jewert quickly back to his feet as Runa slides in and catches him offguard with a hard right hand and then another. Jewert is sent back into the ropes as Runa looks to meet him on the rebound with a spinning heel kick. Jewert catches the leg and executes a single leg trip as he immediately signals that he is going to apply the Dishonorable Discharge.
Diamond: Jewert set to put this away here in the...WAIT! SMALL PACKAGE, COUNTER BY RUNA! 1...2...THR...NO! Wow! How close was that?!
Rotten: Too close. Jewert needs to focus on getting the win and not pandering to the crowd.
Jewert quick to rebound as he boots Runa in the side of the head. Runa on the mat as Jewert rakes the boot across the face and then reaches down to pull Runa to a standing position. Jewert grabs Runa by the face and drops down, issuing a jawbreaker that sends the undefeated rookie back and under the bottom rope to regroup.
Diamond: Jewert forcing Runa to retreat for a moment's time as this crowd has risen from their seats applauding his efforts.
Jewert playing to his fanbase as Runa shakes off the cobwebs on the outside. She climbs back onto the apron as Jewert tries to move in with a double sledge. Runa delivers a headbutt to the abdomen as Jewert staggers back.
Rotten: He wasn't paying attention and got caught there.
Runa waits for Jewert to get into position and she springboards off the top rope and hits a SPRINGBOARD DDT!
Diamond: Jewert planted like flower seeds in the spring, goodness gracious!
Rotten: That'll leave him with a hangover feeling.
Runa quick to cover him following the impact maneuver and she hooks the leg for 1...2....kickout by Jewert. Runa to her feet and she draws Jewert up.
Diamond: Jewert prone, double chops to the neck, here comes the buzzsaw kicks...LA FETE! LA FETE!
Rotten: I never get tired of seeing that flurry of moves from her.
Diamond: A compliment?
Rotten: Look, settle down. It can happen.
Jewert goes spaghetti legged and collapses on the mat. Runa pulls him up to a seated position and leaves her feet, catching the veteran with a beautiful shining wizard that catches him in the back of the head. Jewert slumps forward as Runa looks to the top rope.
Diamond: Jewert in a bad way here. Is she going to end this now?
Runa scales the ropes as the crowd frantically chants for Jewert to rise. Runa is poised on the top rope and she takes flight with a flying body press.
Diamond: JEWERT GETS THE KNEES UP!
Rotten: Ouchie.
Runa lands hard and immediately reaches for her abdomen after missing the high risk maneuver courtesy of Jewert's knees. Jewert hears the chants and slowly begins to climb to a vertical base. As he comes to his feet, he clenches a fist. Runa slow to rise, but she finally does where she is met by a hard right hand from the veteran. A second right hand follows as Jewert sends her into the ropes and meets her on the rebound with a hard shoulderblock. Runa hits the mat as Jewert motions with his right index finger that it isn't over yet.
Diamond: Jewert looking to put this one to bed. Can he end the undefeated streak here tonight?
Jewert pulls Runa up and he slings her up onto his shoulder.
Diamond: Are we about to see some CORPORAL PUNISHMENT?
Jewert moves back into the corner beside the turnbuckle and he surges forth with Runa on his shoulder.
Diamond: And here we...
Rotten: NO! RUNA SLIDES DOWN THE BACK!
Jewert turns and immediately finds a boot planted in his gut as he doubles over. Runa hooks both arms and hoists him up and plants him with a double underhook facebuster.
Rotten: And just like that the tables have turned again!
Diamond: Don't count the wily veteran out yet. Jewert has been a force to be reckoned with in the sport for quite sometime now. He'll pull out all the stops before this one is done.
Rotten: Just like he did last week?
Diamond is silent as Runa pulls Jewert back up and then plants him with a reverse DDT a second thereafter. The crowd is clamoring for Jewert to rise as Runa looks to the crowd and then she rolls Jewert onto his back.
Diamond: Some support for Runa here too, starting to combat the cheers for Jewert. What is she looking to do here?
Runa climbs up onto the chest of Jewert, feet firmly planted.
Rotten: What in the...ARE YOU KIDDING ME?! A STANDING PHOENIX SPLASH! SHE HIT THE JEJUNE STAR FROM A STANDING POSITION!
Diamond: In all my years in the sport, I have never seen that...incredible!
The crowd eats it up. Runa is pleased and she immediately rises fast, pulling Jewert to his feet yet again. She draws him into position and hosts him up and plants him again with the J'EN AI MARRE for good measure.
Rotten: Wow, that should pretty much "dot the I" if you will.
Diamond: Runa very impressive here tonight. Is this going to be the end for the veteran Jewert?
Runa drops down for the cover and hooks the leg as the referee gets into position to deliver the count. 1...2...3!
Diamond: This one's over and two weeks in a row, Runa Salin has bested one of the best in the sport.
Rotten: Best?
Diamond: Knock it off. Jewert is household name.
Rotten: Maybe out in the boonies where folks bleed Americana.
Diamond: Nevertheless, a valiant effort from Jewert as Runa takes the victory yet again. One has to figure that she should certainly be mentioned in the same vein as Connor Dempsey and Grappling Guru as a serious contendor for the world television title at this point.
Rotten: I don't want to start any rumors but...
Diamond: You? No, certainly not.
Rotten: But, without being rudely interrupted, I think that's a safe bet.
Diamond: A great rematch here tonight.
"Spark" by The Bird and The Bee begins to play once again as Runa actually reaches down, offering a hand to the veteran Jewert as the crowd responds with applause. The two shake hands as Runa slides under the bottom rope and begins to make her way up the ramp. The cameras pan to the Co Owners Office.
RANMA, CAPTAIN COMMERICAL, AND CONNOR DEMPSEY...
A return from comemrcial break has cameras inside the office of Page and Ranma. A chipper youth is shown chatting up one half of the ownership, Ranma to be quite specific as Ranma sips a cup of coffee. The young man, roughly twenty years of age is grinning and blushing as Ranma appears to be daring him to do something.
Ranma: Come on, nobody will know.
The youth is still apparently frightened to commit to the act.
Youth: I don't know...I...
Ranma motions for him to calm down.
Ranma: Fine, if you're not comfortable doing it on my desk, then we'll clear off Page's. I'm tired of him leaving the match with Shank on a loop, nobody will know. From what I hear, you're the best at it, the bee's knee's if you will.
The youth seems quite pleased with himself.
Youth: I don't want to brag, but I can do it anywhere and from ANY angle.
Ranma begins chanting, completely unaware that Connor Dempsey has walked into the office and the war veteran is mortified at what he's witnessing.
Youth: Again, I'm not...
Ranma: PAGE'S DESK! PAGE'S DESK! PAGE'S DESK!
The youth sighs, grinning again.
Youth: Fine...
With a quick sweeping motion, Page's desk is completely cleared off and in the quickest motion in history, the youth springboards up and off the desk with a moonsault fistdrop that he lands on the freshly carpeted floor. Ranma rises and begins applauding, his face beaming.
Ranma: JIM DANDY, THAT WAS SOMETHING ELSE!
Ranma ceases his clapping as he finally turns to his left and sees Connor Dempsey frozen in place.
Ranma: Oh Connor, glad you could make it. Do yourself a favor, why don't you go ahead and give the glad hand to Captain Commercial, this sumbitch is gonna take the WGWF by storm!
Dempsey doesn't respond. He instead offers his hand to the youth who meets it and then turns back to Ranma with his hands clasped together.
Cap: Thank you sooooooooooo much again Mr. Saotome, I'm very thankful for the opportunity!
He rushes over and kisses Ranma on the cheek. Ranma is taken aback at first but looking at this boisterous youth, he pinches his cheek.
Ranma: Ah, the hell with it! You're just so damn cool. Camden's hot, Hammel's hot, Runa's hot, Nick Ryan is...well, he's still Nick Ryan, but either way, all the best kid. I do in fact love the ladies, and for all I know, you could be my son, but a gesture well met and flattering. See you next week!
Captain Commercial leaves as Dempsey looks to Ranma, but then stares down at Ranma's desk where he sees an apple pie, a generic photo frame picture of someone's random mother and a folded Tom Brady jersey which Dempsey picks up.
Dempsey: Should I ask?
Ranma salutes Dempsey.
Dempsey: Completely wrong.
Ranma removes his hand and waves the comment aside.
Ranma: Wasn't really sure how to show appreciation for you Connor, you being the essence of Americana and defending our freedoms and what not, but I'll tell you what I can do.
Dempsey listens with an eager ear.
Ranma: You got a raw deal during the television title match last week. You've turned a lot of heads, you almost had Gambino's number, you should be wearing singles gold this week, so what we're going to do is reward your hard work...no matter who walks out with the belt tonight, whether Ferro or Borden, you'll be seeing a title match at the pay per view!
Dempsey nods, quite pleased.
Dempsey: Wow, that's terrific news, I look forward to it.
Ranma: You're rising fast kid, turning a lot of heads...but... considering tonight's chain of events involving Jason Black, perhaps he should get the shot too? Ah, I got it... Live, next week on Brawl, Singles Action; Connor Dempsey and Jason Black in a rematch which will see the winner challenge the TV Champion at Adrenaline!
The crowd pops!
Dempsey: Thank you sir.
Connor, upon hearing the news, turns and makes a quick exit as Ranma shakes his head, grinning.
Ranma: A fist drop from any angle, dream.come.true.
We fade to commercial
Returning from commerical, we're back in the Co-Owners Office.
RANMA LAYS THE LAW DOWN TO CCP!
The door to a now familiar office opens and once again the image is of the smiling face of the co-owner, Ranma Saotome. Cameras do a quick cut to the soul passing into the office and we can see the scowling face of the other piece of the ownership puzzle, one "Chronic" Chris Page.
CCP: You're serious, aren't you?
Ranma rises from his desk. He takes a moment to pour himself a freshly prepared cup of coffee.
Ranma: Nothing beats a french press. A cup so bold, so fresh, it can only be...
He spins the french press towards Page and all in attendance can see the suit clad business man for all to bear witness too.
CCP: I'm assuming that isn't going to be available for the "everyman"?
Ranma nods.
Ranma: In this case, you're correct. You want a coffee maker for the everyman, you can find one for ten bucks at Wally world, not too bad actually. But this is a french press fit for the renaissance and it costs a fair amount, enough to say own a piece of art from that time period as well.
Ranma takes a sip and smiles, he pours a second cup for CCP.
Ranma: Come on, sip some jo with yours truly and let's hash this out.
CCP waves the coffee aside.
Ranma: Peer pressure's a five letter word for a highly detested ex-girlfriend.
CCP accepts the cup and takes a sip. He nods in approval.
CCP: Not too bad.
Ranma: See, the first step to bridging the gap. The second is you and I chatting about your affairs with Dixon. I get it, three stages of hell...I'm a hip cat, I can dig it. You grab a brass ring and he grabs a brass ring. What say we see that someone grabs the third brass ring for you?
CCP: Come again?
Ranma: You each picked your poison. You're a man who likes to make money, so am I. I see a headlining match on next week's brawl. Dixon selects a representative for himself, you select a representative of your own. They'll compete in the squared circle, winner will pick the third stage for you. How's that sound?
CCP begins to scowl, but Ranma motions for him to sip from the coffee again. He does and finds his nerves calmed.
CCP: Okay Saotome, we'll let this happen. Story's not going to change though. Dixon isn't coming on top.
Ranma shrugs.
Ranma: We're not always the cherry on the ice cream sundae, but you'll both write the end to your epic saga at month's end. In the meantime, you enjoy the brew and I've got to tend to some other matters.
Ranma slaps Page on the back as he exits the office. Page waits for the door to close and then he angrily stares at the coffee. He walks over to the trash can and dumps out the cup's remnants. He looks at the liquid emptied out and grins.
CCP: Asshole.
The camera fades to the loading dock.
IT'S... PRIMETIME
Fans pop as a long black limo pulls up outside the arena
Diamond: Who could this be?
Rotten: No one you know
We then hear a mixed reaction as the door opens & out steps…..PRIMETIME!!!!!! The former WGWF wrestler has a tiny grin on his face as he reaches in the limo & pulls out another black baseball bat as the grin grows to a smile as he walks into the building.
Rotten: PRIMETIME IS HERE…..let the truth be told.
Diamond: Trust me when I say you can’t MISS this Monday Night Brawl.
Scene cuts back to rinside.
MATCH 4:
SINGLES ACTION
OREN vs "PLAYBOY" MIC FERRARI
The organ intro builds up from Thirty Seconds To Mars' Closer To The Edge and the fans anticipate the entrance of the rookie sensation. He leaps out from behind the curtain to a huge ovation from the crowd. He slaps his chest and calls for more cheers from the fans before racing down the entrance ramp, slapping hands with several fans as he does, before sliding into the ring underneath the bottom rope. Oren hops to his feet and leaps onto the middle rope and lifts both arms up, calling for even more cheers before leaping down and facing the entryway, awaiting the arrival of his opponent.
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.
DING! DING! DING!
The bell sounds and the two men circle the ring a few times, each one busy sizing the other up. They stop and go in for the collar and elbow tie up. Oren grabs the advantage and backs Ferrari into the corner, the referee jumps in and Oren gives a clean break. Ferrari comes back out to the center of the ring where Oren is waiting for him and they lock up again. A hair pull from Ferrari gives him the advantage and he backs Oren into the corner. The referee jumps in again and Ferrari breaks but not before slapping Oren in the face. Oren in a rage come out of the corner at Ferrari and gets taken to the canvas with an d arm drag takedown and then another and another before Ferrari grabs the arm and wrenches back on it.
Diamond: Ferrari looking to inflict some Pain
Rotten: I hope he rips his arm off
Oren gets to his feet and Ferrari grabs him in a side headlock, Oren backs into the ropes and sends Ferrari flying into the opposing ropes. Oren charges, leap frog by Ferrari and Oren sends Ferrari hard to the canvas with a running knee to the face of Ferrari. Oren drops down
One…
Ferrari kicks out
Oren pulls Ferrari up by his hair and takes him over with a snap suplex, picks him and sends him over again with another snap suplex. Oren reaches down and pulls Ferrari up by his hair again, Thumb to the eye by Ferrari makes Oren take a couple steps back and Ferrari levels him with a perfect standing drop kick. Ferrari stands him up and puts him down with side saddle suplex, Ferrari once again pulls Oren to his feet and backs him into a corner and laces him with a chop, sizes him up and delivers another chop. Ferrari grabs Oren and sends him crashing into the turnbuckles, Ferrari charges and is met with a boot to the jaw, Ferrari staggers backwards and Oren hits him with an inverted atomic drop, Ferrari grabs the family jewels and stands writhing in pain before Oren takes him to the canvas with a vicious clothesline. Oren drops down and grabs Ferrari’s arm and applies an arm bar, Ferrari screams out in pain as Oren looks like he wants to tear Ferrari’s arm off. Oren brings Ferrari to his knees, pulls Ferrari’s arm in between his legs, jumps up and brings his body crashing down on to the back of Ferrari’s elbow, Ferrari tries to pull his arm free but Oren has a good hold on it and jumps in the air one more time, crashing his body down onto Ferrari’s elbow, this time Ferrari manages to get his arm free and scrambles away, slides out of the ring and falls to the floor. Oren takes after him, pulls Ferrari too his feet and sends him crashing into the stairs elbow first. Oren pulls Ferrari to his feet and grabs his arm and smashes it into the ring post. Ferrari pulls his arm back and drops to the arena floor in pain
Diamond: Oren told him he was going to find a body part and break the bone inside of it
Rotten: The referee needs to disqualify Oren; he can’t use the ring post like that.
Oren reaches down and grabs Ferrari Ferrari comes up with a poke to the eye and slides into the ring, Oren chases him. Ferrari runs to the other side of the ring and slides out under the bottom to the arena floor
Diamond: Oren is in hot pursuit
Rotten: Run Ferrari run
Ferrari runs around the ring and Oren chases him, Ferrari quickly reenters the ring and is waiting on Oren when he tries the same thing and delivers a knee to the ribs of Oren stopping Oren in his tracks. Ferrari stand Oren up and takes him over with vicious Belly to Belly suplex. Ferrari stands Oren up once again, winds up his arm and drops Oren with an Enziguri
Ferrari covers
One …
Two …
Oren kicks out
Oren gets to a Vertical base and is quickly taken off his feet by a perfectly timed scissor kick
Ferrari covers
One …
Two …
Oren kicks out
Ferrari pulls Oren to his feet, hooks him up for a standing vertical suplex but instead drops him stomach first across the top rope for a nasty gut buster. Oren hangs on the ropes for a second too long and Mic sends him crashing to the floor with a knee lift. Mic walks to the center of the ring and flexes his muscles while smiling at the camera
Rotten: The girls are all going to love this part
Diamond: I think I just saw a lady in the front row vomit
Rotten: She must have gotten some bad Nacho’s
Mic drops down onto the arena floor and walks toward Oren who is slowly getting to his feet. Mic grabs Oren and tries to send him into the ring backwards but Oren reverses it and send Ferrari back first into the side of the ring. Ferrari grabs his back and falls to the floor and both men are down.
The referee starts the count
1…
2…
3…
4…
5…
Diamond: Neither man is stiring
6…
7…
Ferrari and Oren are both to their knees
8...
Suddenly one of Ferrari’s ring girls runs into the ring and gets the referee’s attention. The referee grabs her and tries to get her to leave the ring. He is pushing her backwards and pointing at her to leave the ring. While the referee is distracted Ferrari gets to his feet and rolls into the ring. Oren is standing and makes his way towards the ring when another of Ferrari’s girls runs up behind him and delivers a low blow which sends him crashing back down to the arena floor. She quickly walks away as if nothing happened and the referee turns his attention back to the combatants. He sees Ferrari in the ring and walks over to the side and begins his count again
1…
2…
3…
4…
5…
6…
Ferrari rolls out of the ring and grabs Oren walks him over to the ring and rolls him in underneath the ropes. Ferrari climbs the turnbuckles and comes crashing down hard onto Oren as he delivers an elbow from the top
Ferrari covers
One…
Two…
Th…
Diamond: Oren kicks out just in the nick of time
Ferrari shows some frustration and gets in the referees face complaining about the count Oren seizes the moment and rolls Ferrari up for a school boy
One…
Two…
Ferrari kicks out
Ferrari jumps on Oren and immediately starts throwing punches, the referee steps in after five and warns Ferrari. Ferrari pushes the referee aside and reaches down to pick up Oren, but Oren is ready and flips Ferrari over into a Triangle Choke. Ferrari fights to get to the ropes; Oren doesn’t have it locked in all the way and fights to get it locked in. Ferrari drops to his knees and Oren uses that as his opportunity and locks in the hold. The referee looks and sees Ferrari has one of his feet on the ropes and taps Oren on the shoulder telling him to break the hold. Oren jumps up in the air starts his celebration. Oren raises his hands in the air and is shocked when the referee pulls his arms down and tells him the match isn’t over.
Diamond: Oren thought he had the match won
Rotten: Ferrari is too good to get caught in a move like that
Diamond: He did get caught in the move, he is just fortunate to have long legs
Rotten: Ferrari knew his foot was on the ropes, he let Oren think he had the match won just to screw with him
Oren reaches down and picks Ferrari up, Oren shoots Ferrari into the ropes, Ferrari bounces off the ropes, Oren ducks his head, Ferrari catches Oren with the PLAYBOY PLEX!
ONE... TWO.... THREE!!
DING....DING....DING....
Masters: The winner of this match, PLAYBOY MIC FERRARI!
The crowd boo's loudly as we cut to commercial.
PAUL FROST ISSUES...
Cameras return to ringside, right in front of the announce table with Derrick Diamond & Flash Rotten
Diamond: Folks this has certainly been an explosive night so far here on Brawl but I think we would all be remised….
Rotten: Miss….I don’t know about you Derrick but I and most if not all these people certainly don’t miss him.
Diamond: Moving beyond on personal and professional opinion Flash, what everyone including yourself would agree with is the LACK of safety here in the workplace. For the past TWO weeks a non contracted former employee of this very company has endangered the safety of himself and most so the safety of a CONTRACTED wrestler with dangerous consequences….
Rotten: BEST VIDEO EVER……
Diamond: Joining us now from Huntsville Alabama via satellite…..Paul Frost
Cameras show a split screen with Derrick & Flash on the left & now on the right sitting down behind a WGWF background is none other than Paul Frost, wearing a black & blue BMX leather jacket with a pair of Armani shades to complete his look.
Diamond: Thanks Paul for joining us tonight….
Frost: You should “thank” that undocumented worker, Derrick.
Diamond: You are of course speaking about your former tag team partner and WGWF employee…Primetime?
Frost: Who else would I be talking about Derrick? Seriously has there been any other has been running around and cracking open my skull week in and week out with a baseball bat? Because if there has I would love to met him.
Diamond: Fair enough Paul but I think some of the WGWF audience would like to know if the rumors are true, if last week’s brutal assaulted with said baseball bat and subsequent steel chair attack resulted in doctors pulling you from in ring action?
Fans pop at the statement as Paul drops his head & pauses before slowly looking up at the camera.
Frost: YES….it is true that after last week’s Brawl, after I was jumped with NOBODY watching my back, I was taken to a local hospital and there met Dr James Andrews. See while the rest of the WGWF roster flew out to New York I was stuck in some back water hick town getting my skull examined because of some undocumented worker, a WORKER the WGWF has yet to charge with assault against one of their own employees. Hell where’s the justice? I ask you I say a few ‘choice” words more than a month ago and this company…a company I helped to build…is down my throat & my wallet because of words…but a maniac with a baseball bat gets away scot free, where’s the justice? However I can confirm for what’s left my so called fan base….. I passed my “impact” test and should be ready to return to Brawl next week.
Rotten: Well stop the press I’m sure the millions and…oh wait…the millions and millions of WGWF fans really don’t care….but anyways aside homophobe…I mean “perfection”…wasn’t it you who started this thing? I mean wasn’t it you who invited Primetime into the ring just two weeks ago? Whatever happened to careful what you wish for?
Frost: Well bravo Flash….you finally said something worthy of a response….and your absolutely right. I did ask for this, in some sick and twisted way I asked for a baseball bat to my skull the same way when I return next week it will be Primetime begging for a Frost Bite and trust me when I say…..he’ll get more than he bargained for then….perfectly
Diamond: Well thank you Paul and we look forward to seeing you next week…
Rotten: But make sure you all stay tuned because later in the night…PRIMETIME will be here LIVE and speaks his mind….
Frost: WHAT?!
Rotten: Oh…Paul didn’t you get the memo? I thought you would be the first to know since it’s such a KNOCK OUT!!!!!!
Cameras cut away as Frost is shown pissed off at the announcement as he gets up out of his chair & throws a staging light down shattering the blub as he walks off sight.
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