Post by WRONG CCP ACCT on Jul 11, 2011 19:14:25 GMT -5
PRIMETIME SPEAKS HIS PEACE...
Cameras return to the ring as Saliva’s “Click, Click, BOOM” plays over the speakers as we see standing in the ring. Decked out in a pair of jeans with a black jean jacket along with a microphone & baseball bat in hand in none other than Primetime.
Rotten: LET THE TRUTH BE TOLD.
Primetime just leans up in the corner of the ring allowing the fans to cheer, boo or even stay silent as Primetime twirls bat around in his hand before setting it down and looking out into the crowd.
Primetime: I have a few things I want to get off my chest right now. First and foremost I would personally like to extend thanks to the WGWF Board of Directors who found it in their corporate hearts to allow a former employee to come “home” for the time being.
Diamond: What he really means is he would like to kiss the ass’s of the men and women who kept his ass out of jail for those assaults these last two weeks, I just don’t understand why?
Primetime: See while I should come out here and introduce myself to the WGWF “universe” I think I’ll just leave it at this. My name is Primetime and I was the FIRST victim of “perfection”.
Diamond: Victim?
Primetime: Now if any of you really know me, then it shouldn’t come as a SHOCK to anyone when I say before I was a victim I was a friend of Paul’s…hell I was Frost’ first ever tag team partner….TOGETHER we helped to create this tag team division back in the year 2007 but that was all a LIE…a like perpetrated by “perfection” the same lie we’ve ALL been living in since day one. See while I was off living my dreams with a tag team title in hand apart of the father of factions the “Untouchables”, back in reality Paul Frost….was about to make my dreams a living nightmare. Frost’s lie about a partnership, a championship and most of all a friendship was about to cost me a YEAR of my career and most of all my life.
Primetime pauses a moment as he gathers his thoughts before bringing the mic back up to his lips.
Primetime: See I truly wrestled my last ever match healthy in the WGWF back at Hardcore Hell 2007. It was in a war games match…a match in which I never stood a chance in walking out…let alone winning. Because to Paul it has, is and will always be about winning for HIMSELF…at any cost and the cost on that night was ME. Along with Adam Barker and Chris Page, Paul Frost had made a deal backstage that night to “rule” the WGWF and all it would cost is poor little old Primetime. No big deal, hell Paul even suggested that they use this….
Primetime walks over to the corner of the ring and picks up the bat.
Primetime: A baseball bat….a GOD DAM BASEBALL BAT….AND BAM….MY SKULL WAS SHATTERED that night. My career ended so that Paul’s could begin….now as I stand in this ring….I want to say to CCP…I DO NOT…hold you responsible for what happened to me that night. Even though you shattered my skull with your hands….it was PAUL FROST who put the bat in your hands….my blood is on his hands…NOT YOURS.
A tiny smile comes across Primetimes face as he looks down at the bat
Primetime: It’s funny isn’t? How after a bat ruined my life….four years later the same bat will end Paul’s career. Four years….three World Championships, three tag team championships, Master of the Mat wins and most of all a Hall of Fame induction will all be ANNHILATED by the same bat which helped to hit a “home run” of a lie over each and every one of you people.
Fans boo
Primetime: Please don’t get me wrong….I did this all for YOU….the WGWF “universe”. See you too are all victims of perfection….in fact you all have paid in your cheers, your money…you love to support a man who only cares about HIMSELF. You all saw it, last month…when Paul Frost said those things about the Worlds Champion….he said it was mistake…no…no…those words were the REAL Paul Frost…the mistake was letting you hear them….the mistake Paul has made is coming down to this ring for the last FOUR years and saying how much he “loves” his fans….the mistake is Paul Frost PERIOD!!!!!
Rotten: PREACH…BROTHER PREACH
Diamond: Would you stop it?
Rotten: YOU CAN’T STOP THE TRUTH…THE TRUTH WILL SET YOU FREE…WHAT?
Fans give a mixed reaction as we get a wide shot of the Titiantron as we see Paul’s face once again. Primetime slowly turns around as a grin appear on his face.
Primetime: Well speak of the devil…opps wait…I’m sure the devil is nicer and more of a truthful person then this backstabbing, deceitful, lying, little, creepy Canadian BASTARD…better known as Paul Frost….how are you buddy? Hmmmm….how’s the head? Is there still that mind numbing pain? No? Well for ME THERE IS….I guess I just didn’t hit you hard enough…this time.
Frost: What do you want?
Primetime: Hmmm maybe your head is still buzzing…isn’t it obvious what I want Paul? Haven’t you been paying attention? I want the TRUTH….I’VE TOLD THE TRUTH…..THESE PEOPLE ALL KNOW THE TRUTH ABOUT PAUL FROST.
Frost: The truth….the truth….THE TRUTH….everyone knows that I’m just a nice guy, who loves these people even if they hate me. Everyone knows I’m not a bad guy but I can be badder than ANYONE. What you just said is the furthest thing from the truth and you know it…bud.
Primetime: NO…EVERY WORD…I’ve spoken here is the TRUTH….the utmost PERFECT truth…but Paul there is one more thing I want…..
Frost: I DO NOT CARE WHAT YOU WANT…..I..
Primetime: YOU SHOULD….you should care about what I want…otherwise well who’s to say these little accidents you keep on having every week when you turn your back don’t keep on happening…hell you’re supposed to return next week right? We all know how dangerous the workplace is….and hell my schedules free…you made sure of that four years ago…so everywhere you go....a baseball bat is sure to follow if you understand what I’m saying…pal.
Diamond: This is blackmail pure and simple these threats made against a contracted wrestler are just sick and twisted, they border on obsession.
Frost:…fine……
Primetime: What?....Hmmm speak up satellite boy…what did you say?
Frost: fine….
Primetime: Once more…with feeling
Frost: FINE…FINE…FINE…WHAT DO YOU WANT?
A vile smile comes across the face of Primetime
Primetime: I thought you were never going to ask?.....a MATCH….I want….no…I think I am entitled to just one more match here in the WGWF with….YOU…a match where I make the rules….a match in which the world will witness the REAL Paul Frost……what do you say?
Cameras show a hesitant Paul Frost turn away his face before looking back taking off his shades….
Frost:…….YES….YOUR ON.
Primetime: Well in the words of you….PERFECT…..see Paul the match we are going to have July 25th will be a normal wrestling match. See I want to show the entire world what a liar you are in the ring as well as outside of it to. I am going HUMILATE you in front of the world and show why I am the BETER wrestler bar none….but then Paul there’s one tiny stipulation…see while this will be a wrestling match you can’t win by pinfalls or submission….the only way you can win. Is once you have beaten your oppeant so bad, so brutally….once you leave them lying in their own blood much like you did to me four years ago. The ONLY way to stop the pain and win the match is with this……
Primetime lifts the baseball bat into the air before pointing it at the titiantron at Paul Frost.
Primetime: You take the bat and BASH it over your opponents head…see Paul it’s what I like to call the “BASH YOUR BRAINS IN” match…..July 25th
Rotten: I can’t wait!!!!!!
Primetime: See Paul this is a NO WIN situation for you….your WORST nightmare come to life because either you are going to prove to all these people how much of a monster you really are when you win and bash my brains in or you are going to prove me wrong as I BASH YOUR BRAINS IN….thus ENDING you career…..EITHER WAY I WIN ……
Diamond: WHAT A MATCH THAT SHOULD BE….BY GOD…WHAT A FIGHT.
Primetime: Any LAST words Paul?
Frost: Just a few….your right…Primetime….July 25th could be a no win for me….but tonight….RIGHT NOW…IT’S A WIN….FOR PERFECTION……..
Rotten: WHAT?!!!!!!
Fans give anther mix pop as cameras show Paul Frost sprinting out from the crowd as he slides into the ring as Primetime turns around straight into a FROST BITE!!!!!!!!!!!
Diamond: FROST BITE….MY GOD WHAT A FROST BITE…FROST IS HERE…FROST IS HERE!!!!!!
Paul goes crazy in the ring as he throws off his jacket as cameras show Primetime getting to his knees as Paul hurls himself in to a corner setting up for his punt kick
Rotten: OH NO….NO…PRIMETIME…DON’T GET UP
Fans are still mixed as Paul rushes out of the corner only to STOP & look down as a nasty grin comes across the face of Paul as he bends down and picks up the BASEBALL BAT. Frost begins to stalk Primetime who reaches his feet and turns around.
Frost SWINGS……..
Primetime DUCKS....as he drops & rolls out of the ring much to the dismay of Frost but to some fans who cheer.
Rotten: Well at least the fans believe in the truth, that Primetime the first victim of perfection will get his revenge come July 25th
Diamond: That was just a taste of what we will see in just two weeks when Frost and Primetime meet in the first EVER Bash Your Brains in match.
Frost hangs off the middle rope screaming at Primetime & pointing at him with his baseball bat as Primetime grabbing the back of his head back up the ramp. The scene cuts backstage.
AXEL "THE SHARK" CHASES DOWN DANTE AND R.J.
The crowd roars with boo's as the WGWF Tag Team Champions are shown walking towards the locker room area. They're merely talking amoungst themselves before stopping dead in there tracks... It's... THE KID'S CHAMPION! AXEL "THE SHARK"!!
DANTE: Dear god, what the hell do you want!
Axel: It's simples Dante. I'm sure you've heard that Chris Page has refused to allow Nick and Hunter in the building tonight... something about saving the two of you from a beating...
PALMER: HA! We wouldn't break a sweat destroying those jerkoffs...
Axel: Prove it, Nick and Hunter are in the parkinglot. Why aren't you?
Dante and R.J. look at each other before nodding there heads. They push past Axel as if he's not even there as they walk towards the loading dock. The scene cuts back to ringside.
MONDAY NIGHT BRAWL MAIN EVENT OF THE EVENING
FATAL FOUR WAY
Special Guest Commentator: JASON MUDD
DEAN JAMES vs PETER GILMOUR vs ZACH RIZZA vs KENNY RADICAL
Masters: The following match is tonight's Brawl main event! Scheduled for one fall, it is a Fatal Four Way to determine the number one contender for the Intercontinental Championship at Adrenaline! Introducing first, as special commentator. He is the WGWF Intercontinental champion... he is the WGWF's Premier Asshole! Jason! Mudd!
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!
“Scream! Aim! Fire!” by Bullet For My Valentine begins to blast, the crowd giving a huge pop for the WGWF's anti-face IC champion! Walking out from the curtain, the champ is dressed in a pair of blue jeans, boots, and a black button up shirt. The Intercontinental strap is over his shoulder, Jason Mudd grins as he stops at the top pf the ramp way to look out at the crowd.
Diamond: There he is! The WGWF's Intercontinental champion!
Rotten: I'm not impressed. Why the hell is he coming out here anyway? He's taking over our job!
Walking down the ramp, Jason Mudd walks around the ring instead to it, making his way over to the commentary booth and takes a seat at the chair specially brought out for him. He shakes hands with Diamond, whom exchanges some words of thanks with the champion, while Rotten simply leans back, looking unamused and even annoyed. Jason Mudd sits down, putting the head set on and the Intercontinental championship in his lap.
Jason Mudd: How's it going Diamond? Rotten?
Diamond: It's good to have you at ring side, champ. Thank you for taking the time to come out here tonight.
Rotten: I hope this match is over quick.
Jason Mudd: Don't worry, Rotten. Won't bust your balls... too much. Just out here to enjoy the night and get a look into the man I face at Adrenaline.
Rotten: Just do your job.
Jason Mudd: Bud, my job is kicking ass. You sure you want to tell me what to do?
The camera's focus back to the ring where Master's is ready.
Masters: And the first challenger. From Victoria, Australia. He weighs in at 230 pounds! He is a WGWF Hall of Famer... DEAN! JAMES!
“The Antidote” by Story of the Year begins to play, Dean James walking out to a surprising mix reaction from the crowd. Some people hating on him, others giving props for the turn around the man has made for himself over the last few weeks; however, Dean James doesn't pay a tiny ounce of attention to anyone in the crowd. His focus, dead serious, is on the ring as he walks down to it and climbs up on the side. Entering, Dean James makes his way to a turnbuckle and climbs it, looking out across the thousands upon thousands of fans live, tonight! Finally, though, his focus goes to Jason Mudd that sits ring side. The IC Champ waves casually at one of the men that could very well face him at Adrenaline.
Jason Mudd: What's up, cupcake?
Rotten: Cupcake? Ugh.
Jason Mudd: Dude. You look like you could lay off the cupcakes.
Diamond: Dean James is seen as a favorite in this match tonight. He knows this path all too well and with the recent set of victories under his belt, he could be looking to continue his winning streak tonight!
Jason Mudd: Way to put it back on topic. You said it best. Dean James is a man on a mission. I'll be honest. I'm impressed.
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: Introducing next... he is from Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. Weighing in at 275 pounds... he is “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 boo 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. And by pose, Zach Rizza was simply flipping the crowd the bird, pointing back at himself and talking smack to each fan in attendance.
Rotten: This change in Rizza seems for the better. He has a new energy about himself.
Jason Mudd: His song says it best. He's a “Rich Snitch”. We all know what happens to snitches. They get stitches.
Diamond: Love him or hate him, Rizza is a man proving himself all over again in the WGWF. He could very well face you at Adrenaline, Jason.
Jason Mudd: Fine by me. I would love to kick his ass, again. I owe him some payment, anyway, for that chair shot.
Masters: Introducing next, he is from Los Angeles, California. Being accompanied to the ring by Rose Smith, he weighs in at 225 pounds... he is... Peter Gilmour!
“Daddy's Fallen Angel” by In This Moment begins to play. 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: Finally, introducing... he is a member of Genesis 2011. He is from Miami, Florida and weighs in at 225 pounds! Kennnnny! Radicallll!
"So Cold" by Breaking Benjamin begins to play. Kenny struts out to the top of the ramp to the boos of fans. He spits to the side as if spitting at his disapproving public and walks down the ramp not making eye-contact with anyone. He slides into the ring, stands in the cent, closes his eyes, and takes in all the attention. He loves the attention, even if it's negative.
Rotten: There's my choice to win! Go Kenny!
Jason Mudd: I just kicked his ass last week.
Rotten: You got lucky!
Diamond: Being a member of Genesis does paint a target on his chest, whether he likes it or not.
As the music dies down, all four men stare at each other in the ring. Versatile styles, sizes, strengths, and weaknesses. It's going to be one hell of a show, despite the crowd mostly hating everyone in the ring... they can't wait for the carnage to come! The referee discusses the match with everyone, each and every slowly nodding. Finally, getting them all into their separate corners... the referee rings for the bell!
Diamond: Tonight we'll see a challenger crowned for your title, Jason. What are your thoughts?
Jason Mudd: Let them kick each others ass for all I'm concerned. I'm here for the show tonight.
DING! DING! DING!!!
The match begins and all four men stay in their corners, looking between one another and trying to feel out the first move. Each slowly starts moving in a clock-wise fashion, keeping their distance. After a bit, they all pause, Dean James, Zach Rizza, and Kenny Radical nodding between themselves. They slowly look over at Peter Gilmour.
Rotten: Wait for it... wait for it...
Peter Gilmour barely has a second to curse to himself before the other three jump him! Peter starts throwing punches like mad, beating Zach Rizza off of him and turns his attention to Kenny Radical! They exchange blows, Peter Gilmour about to win the battle, but Dean James steps in with a vicious kick to the stomach that doubles Gilmour over. He catches his breath, looking up in time to see a huge boot coming his way from Zach Rizza that crumbles the man and forces him to roll to the outside! He crumbles to the mat and Zach Rizza blows a kiss to Gilmour, flips him off, then turns with an egotistical smirk on his face... only to take a boot to the gut from Dean James as well... DDT!
Dean James gets to his feet, Kenny Radical there to meet him. Both men start exchanging blows, but the hunger in Dean's eyes takes over the fury of his fists and he begins pumping faster and faster, rocking Kenny Radical back. Just before he gets to the turnbuckle, however, Dean James reaches up and grabs a hand full of Kenny's hair, yanking him out of the turnbuckle. The referee steps in, warning Dean about the hair pulling, but he ignores. He pulls Kenny Radical into a stiff forearm before whipping his opponent into the ropes. Kenny bounces back, Dean going for a clothesline... Kenny ducks! Bouncing off the ropes again, Dean drops to the ground as Kenny leaps over him, bouncing off the ropes another time. Dean James goes for a drop kick to the returning Kenny; however, he puts the boots on, Dean barely having time to turn himself mid air to land on his hands and knees. Getting up, Dean James looks over as Kenny side steps and slides his leg out like lightning... Super kick! It drops Dean instantly! Kenny goes for the pin.
One! Two! Kick out!
Jason Mudd: You're not getting a legend that easily. Kenny Radical is either that stupid or he's simply wanting to make Dean waste energy... which is sort of smart.
Rotten: Stupid or smart? Which is it?
Jason Mudd: I say stupid.
Kenny Radical goes to pick Dean up, but Gilmour slides into the ring and gets to his feet. Kenny doesn't see him and gets blind sided by a vicious clothesline to the side of the neck that flips the man over on his back and in pain! Dean James simply lays there, getting the cobwebs out of his head as Gilmour grins, pissed off from the earlier gang-up assault. Going for Kenny Radical, Gilmour doesn't have a chance as a returning Zach Rizza turns the man around and the two, with much history, stand face to face! Gilmour is the first to start throwing fists, another back and forth battle going between the two... but Gilmour wants it more! He throws a kick to the knee of Rizza, causing the man to stumble and Gilmour steps back... super kick of his own! Rizza stumbles into the ropes and Gilmour races the man, leaping him the air to send a one foot drop kick straight to the face of Rizza and knocking the man outside the ring!
Jason Mudd: Jesus, who would think Gilmour could be THAT smart?
Diamond: Clearing the ring makes it easier to win in a match like this.
Rotten: It's not exactly rocket science.
Jason Mudd: I don't even think Gilmour knows what science is.
Peter Gilmour goes back to the two men still recovering and picks Kenny Radical up. Grappling, he whips the man full strength into the corner, Kenny hitting hard and winching in pain as he stumbles out . Gilmour goes off the ropes, behind Kenny... another vicious clothesline! Kenny drops, holding his neck in aggravating pain, rolling over onto his back... wrong move! Brooklyn Shuffle! Gilmour quickly goes for the pin on the agonized Kenny!
One! Two! Dean James! He kicks Gilmour in the back of the head, breaking the pin.
Gilmour is slow getting off of Kenny, his bell rung from the vicious kick. Gilmour and Dean James grapple, the man leading Gilmour to a turnbuckle and ramming him face first into the pad. Gilmour stumbles back and Dean James grapples him again, from behind... German Suplex! The arch and torque sends Gilmour flipping head over belly, landing hard and staying on his stomach! Dean James gets to his feet, mouthing Gilmour and turning his attention to Kenny Radical! He barely ducks a clothesline in time, turning as Kenny turns as well... Dean James sweeps Kenny off his feet, he landing hard on his back... Dean James! Submission time! Texas Cloverleaf!
Jason Mudd: Make that bitch TAP!
Rotten: Watch your mouth! Kenny is an athlete!
Kenny screams in agony as Dean James torques his back, bending back as much as possible to put the pressure on. Kenny shakes his head, denying the urge to tap, but it can be seen... the man doesn't know how much longer he can hold on! Luckily for Kenny, Rizza is there and grabbing Dean James from behind in a choke hold, breaking the submission! Kenny rolls away from the two, Dean James trying to break from the hold, hitting some elbows in to Rizza's ribs. He steps away, Dean James turning around... RIZZALINER! Out of no where! He DROPS Dean James with the hellacious clothesline!
Jason Mudd: What the hell is with everyone and the lariats tonight? Is this a tough man competition?
Diamond: If so, I think Rizza just won!
Zach doesn't waste time, but gets too cocky. He goes for a pin attempt on Dean James by simply putting a boot on his chest. As the referee slides down, however, he doesn't even get a second count as Peter Gilmour closes in and forces Rizza to break the attempt. Both men go back and forth in throwing swings, the fight sending the two ultimately over the ropes and once again out side!
Rotten: Kenny needs to recover! Pin Dean James! Win this!
Kenny is slowly getting to his feet, Dean James coming too as well. On the outside, Zach Rizza gets his back thrown into the barricade, the air being pushed from his lungs; however, not to be out done, the man uses all his strength to push Gilmour forward and back first into the steel ring post! Both men collapse in pain. Focus goes back to the ring as Kenny Radical and Dean James get to their feet.
Kenny and Dean James grapple, but decide to slow things down. Kenny puts Dean James into a side headlock, but Dean James quickly counters into a hammerlock. The hammerlock gets reversed into an arm bar, and Dean James pushes Kenny away, who quickly turns for a pause and a stare down between one another. They circle and go for another grapple, Dean James going for a side headlock this time. Kenny pushes him off and Dean goes off the ropes, coming back. Kenny drops, Dean going over and off the ropes again. Kenny comes up and Dean tries to read him, going for a cross body.... no! Kenny reads Dean better and leaps! DROP KICK! Dean falls to the mat, holding his ribs while Kenny quickly goes for the cover! No one to break it up!
One! Two! Kick out! Kenny stays there on his knees, for a few seconds, before going for another pin!
One! Two! Kick out! Kenny grins and lifts Dean quickly to his feet, looking outside to see Zach Rizza and Gilmour slowly getting to their feet. Positioning himself, Kenny Radical throws Dean James into the turnbuckle! Slumping there, Kenny takes a deep breath and rushes at Dean James, using the Hall of Famer's body as a stepping ladder with a boot going harshly to the back of Dean's head, crumbling him... and thrusting Kenny out of the ring... directly at Zach Rizza! What a suicide! Kenny rolls off of a flatten Zach Rizza, catching his breath and feeling the effects of his dive... just, Rizza is feeling it a whole lot more!
Rotten: All four men are down. You're getting your wish, Mudd. They are kicking each other's ass.
Jason Mudd: They need to prove they're contender worthy for this gold, Rotten. When a former champion like Bigg Rigg... a man that can't even defend the title for over two months, there needs to be something brought back to this division. No pussy is going for my gold.
Rotten: Look in the mirror...
Diamond: Enough, let's focus on his match.
Kenny slowly rolls to his hands and knees, but Gilmour is already to his feet and begins stomping away at the back of Kenny Radical. Flattening the man, Gilmour looks between the two and a slowly moving Dean James on the inside. Rose Smith walks over to Gilmour, checking up on him, but he quickly assures her he's find, sliding into the ring. Looking at Kenny and Zach Rizza as they're laying on the ground, the referee focusing his attention to the two men in the ring... Rose can't help but send a kick to the side of each of their head. The pain is felt, but overall doing no more damage than what's already dealt. The referee looks outside and sees Rose near the two down men, ordering her to either get away or get to the back! Rose does as told, raising her hands up, acting innocent. The crowd boos.
With Gilmour inside, he waits for Dean to get to his feet, a slight vertical stance. The man is feeling the kick he took from a catapulting Kenny Radical and doesn't quite realize Gilmour's in the ring, eying him like prey. Just as Dean James turns around, Gilmour goes for a kick to the gut; however, Dean Jame's experience and warrior instincts kicks in, allowing the man to catch the foot of Gilmour. Pulling Gilmour in, Dean James latches on for everything he has, lifting... Tazzplex! Dean James can't capitalize on the hellacious suplex, instead rolling to his hands and knees, forehead resting against the mat and catching his breath.
Pushing himself to his feet, Gilmour's running on pure adrenaline, alone, getting to his feet with a hand on his lower back. Dean James rocks Gilmour with a forearm and sends the man whipping into the ropes. Gilmour comes back and Dean James uses all his upper body strength to push up on in the incoming Gilmour, throwing him into the air and leaps up himself to a down coming Gilmour, hitting a HUGE drop kick to the Peter's chest! Peter collapses and Dean James manages to roll over his opponent, hooking a leg!
ONE!! TWO!! Kenny gets in at the last second, breaking it up!
Diamond: This match could go all night! With four men, getting a single fall is going to be nearly impossible!
Rotten: Someone's doing it. And Kenny's in prime position to put away one of these men and walk out the top contender.
Kenny lifts Dean James up, hitting a few shots to the back of the head and going for a side head lock. Dean James falls to one knee and Kenny releases the hold, bringing him back to his feet again. A few chops sends the man stumbling around on his feet and Kenny grapples him, using an arm bar to wrestle Dean to the ground and lock in a submission to weaken the arm of the Hall of Famer.
Jason Mudd: Here's Kenny being Kenny. Your boy had a chance to win this and he's letting everyone recover.
Rotten: He's from Genesis, Jason. Unlike your group of misfits, he actually has a plan. He always has a plan.
Jason Mudd: Group? What group? I'm not in a stable, dumb ass!
Rotten: But... James... Andre, Shank...?
Jason Mudd: What's your point?
Rotten: Ugh, never mind! Look! In the ring!
Zach Rizza is back in the ring, holding his ribs. Dean James and Kenny Radical are still batting, Dean about to break the arm bar. Rizza decides to help, sending a boot to the face of Kenny Radical. He helps him to his feet, Dean getting up as well; however, Dean James turns to Zach Rizza and lays a few punches him to the man, stunning him. Kenny does the same, pushing Zach Rizza back against the ropes. Dean James rushes Zach Rizza, but he bends over and lets Dean James roll over his back and outside the ring, plummeting to the mat below. Zach stands to see Kenny Radical rushing him and steps forward, grabbing the man in a super tight grapple, turning and lifting Kenny Radical... Back breaker! Kenny yells out as Zach Rizza shows his strength and lands another back breaker! Lifting himself to a standing position one more time, Rizza lifts Kenny one more time, hitting a HUGE Power slam! Kenny is out cold and Zach is out of gas, crumbling to his hands and knees, trying to catch his breath with sweat rolling off his forehead. Rizza pushes past the pain and the absolute drain to his body, getting to his feet just as Peter Gilmour comes at him. Kicking Peter in the stomach, Rizza stuffs him, lifting him up for a power bomb... no! He falls backwards instead! 12 'o Clock drop! Peter Gilmour falls throat first against the ropes and just hangs there as Rizza gets to his feet... he's signaling for it!
Diamond: It could be over!
Peter Gilmour turns around just as Rizza is charging him for the Rizzaliner... no! Dean James sees what's coming and pulls both of Gilmour's legs out from under him and pulls him out of the ring! Zach Rizza mouths off to Dean James, whom ignores it! Rose Smith, however, won't be ignored as she starts getting into Dean Jame's face, threatening and yelling at him. The referee starts warning Rose again, Dean getting into the one's face. He finally gives up, ignoring and turns around to a rushing Peter... Dean James leaps out of the way!
Peter Gilmour just rammed right into his Rose Smith! The fans explode at the woman finally being shut up... but Peter is livid! Pulling at his hair, he leans down to check on Rose Smith, his eyes almost seeming to glow red as he turns to face and rush Dean James with murder as his intent! Rose is slowly coming too from the quick stun... just in time to see a rushing Peter Gilmour get a kick to the gut by Dean James... BELOW ZERO! BELOW ZERO! On the outside! Rose Smith screams in worry and alarm! Dean James grins from ear to ear!
Rotten: Good night, Gilmour! And then there was three!
Jason Mudd: Jesus. Talk about relentless. Dean James is a hungry bastard. But breaking Peter's fuck ugly face doesn't win matches. It just wins kudo's from the fans.
Back in the ring, Rizza has turned his attention to Kenny Radical and is stomping away at the man. Dropping down, Rizza lands a huge elbow to the head of Kenny, forcing the man to roll away as that's all he can do. Rizza is too his feet, though, completely enjoying the total breakdown of each part of Kenny's body. Stomping away again, kicks go to the knees, feet, shoulder, elbow, back of the head. Toying with the man, practically, Zach Rizza gathers his next wind and slowly starts to lift the Genesis member.
With a quick lift up, he drops Kenny down in a painful atomic drop, Kenny looking like he can't take much more in this match. Going for another lift, Rizza goes for another atomic drop, but Kenny in desperation rakes the eyes of the Big Tyme, forcing the man to stumble back. Kenny rushes him... huge spear! Spear sends Zach Rizza crumbling, Kenny Radical catching his breath... Dean James!
Out of no where! 5 Star Performance on Zach Rizza! The frog splash DESTROYS Rizza, hurting Dean James in the process as the man rolls off of him, not able to complete it with the pin! Kenny Radical grabs the closest man, whom is Dean James, and goes for a pin!
ONE!!! TWO!!! THREE! KICK OUT! DEAN pushes out, failing to give in to the pain from one of his own finishers! Dean James rolls away, babying his rips as Kenny Radical slowly sits up and looks at the destruction all around him.
Diamond: Once again, Kenny Radical has a chance to end this!
Jason Mudd: Dumb ass gonna screw up.
Rotten: I'm getting sick of your insults.
Jason Mudd: I am getting sick of your face.
Kenny gets to his feet, slowly lifting near dead weight in Zach Rizza. Before he can do anything, though, Gilmour is behind Kenny, having somehow recovered from the potentially match ending DDT on the outside... Kenny gets turned to face Gilmour in the grapple... Painkiller!
ALL FOUR MEN ARE OUT IN THE RING!
The fans are going crazy, getting their money's worth in the main event, all the stops being pulled and slowly each and every finisher getting hit taking their toll. No capitalizing has happened from the finishers, but sooner or later, one is going to hit and hit for a shot at gold! Intercontinental gold! Slowly all four men begin to come to. Getting to their feet first is Gilmour and Dean James, both looking to be on empty. Rizza with the help of the ropes and Kenny with the turnbuckle pull themselves up, needing obvious support to keep on a vertical stance. Looking between one another, everyone in pain and breathing heavy, each and everyone of them take a deep pretty, close back the pain they're feeling and get ready to go at it one more time!
Zach Rizza goes straight for Gilmour, whom has the same target in sight, each of them going back and forth with their struggle and fists! Gilmour starts winning with the shots, going to hit Rizza out of the ring with a clothesline, but Rizza pushes off the ropes, Gilmour hitting against them and turning to bounce off... RIZZALINER! This one sends Gilmour over the top rope and crashing, done and OUT to the outside of the ring! Rizza turns around just as Kenny Radical is getting to his feet and gets met with a huge kick to the stomach. Dean James keeps his distance, letting them do their thing as Kenny Radical begins to set Rizza up... he's going for it! The Riding Solo... but when Kenny drops him, he hangs Rizza to drop... RIDING SOLO ON THE TOP ROPE! Rizza's eyes go wide as all the air is crushed from his diaphragm and lungs, he falling to the outside and holding his ribs in absolute terror and agony! He may need paramedics! The fans look over the barricade at the destroyed Zack Rizza, but quickly look back in the ring as Kenny turns around to a waiting Dean James... he sniped out his opponent for this one... Kick to the stomach... he stuffs him... Dean James is going for it! Kenny can't break out! Dean falls! Box Office Smash! Box Office Smash! GOOD NIGHT!
Dean James pulls Kenny Radical over! Rose Smith is caring for Gilmour on the outside, whom is out like a light! Rizza has potentially broken ribs! Dean goes for the pin!
ONE!!! TWO!!! THRE
Gilmour dives on top of Dean at the last second! He picks Dean up off the mat, but it's Dean with a low blow! He then plants Gilmour with the second Box Office Smash of the evening!
ONE.... TWO..... THREE!!!
DING DING DING!!!
Masters: Winner of this match and the new number one contender for the Intercontinental championship! DEAN! JAMES!
The man simply sits there, letting it soak in that he's one step closer to renewing his greatness. Peter Gilmour rolls himself, like a zombie, out of the ring and to the mat. Everyone is destroyed on the outside and Dean James was seconds from being the same! The referee raises his hand, but Dean simply stays seated.
Jason Mudd, without a word, takes off the head set and stands, bringing the Intercontinental championship with him as he gets into the ring. The music dies and everyone, including James pays attention to the man stepping into the ring. Dean is slow getting to his feet, but does and pushes the pain away to stand face to face with the man he'll be meeting at Adrenaline for the very title Jason Mudd holds! With the stare down going for a few more seconds, Jason Mudd actually extends a hand to Dean James, whom stares at it in confusion for a few seconds before accepting it and shaking hands!
Diamond: Good sportsmen ship, there. Dean James earned his shot and Jason knows it.
Rotten: It's a trick! Jason is a snake!
Grinning, Jason Mudd mouths a few words to Dean James before breaking the hand shake and going to exit the ring. Before he can get a few steps toward the ropes, however, Dean James puts his hand on Jason Mudd and turns the man back around. Jason Mudd's on alert now, getting into the face of Dean James, whom stares back. With no words and not too friendly gaze, Jason Mudd turns his back on Dean James again, going for the exit. Dean James grins sadistically and hits the champion from behind, getting some early work in on the champ before the Pay Per View on the 25th! A few shots to the back of Jason Mudd forces him to drop the title and defend himself; however, at 100% and Dean James barely standing... Jason Mudd turns to face Dean James and leaps...
DIVINE INTERVENTION!
Dean James tried to test himself against the champ tonight and failed! Out cold and Jason Mudd is standing over him, leaning down and mouthing off like no other toward the #1 contender to his championship! “Scream! Aim! Fire!” begins to play across the arena as Jason Mudd picks up his Intercontinental championship and looks down at the destroyed Dean James. Rubbing the back of his head from one of the stiff shots he took, Jason grins sadistically and finally slides out of the ring! As the show begins to go off the air, the camera focuses on a Dean James! Could this be the image at Adrenaline? Or could Dean James finally get himself back on track and be become the new Intercontinental champion? The scene cuts to the loading dock...
RYAN'S STATEMENT...
We cut out to the loading dock where we find the WGWF Tag Team Champions, Dante Anglais and R.J. Palmer walking towards the door. Off in the distance they see the backs of two men, persumably the Brother's Ryan...
Palmer: They're fucking retarded for wanting to fight us.
Dante: Just make it short and sweet, I'm over having anything to do with furthering Nick Ryan's career.
Palmer: Well said.
The duo walk towards the large door. Palmer and Dante exit through the door, walking towards the "Ryan's". The crowd explodes as Hunter steps out from the shadow's with a chair, wacking it across the back of Dante! Palmer see's this, but before he can help his partner it's Nick Ryan from the shadow's with a RED LINE! The crowd explodes as Nick and Hunter begin to put the boots to the Tag Champs! The duo at the top of the ramp turn around to reveal themselves as CONNOR DEMPSEY and KEVIN JEWERT!
Diamond: The Ryan Brothers are all over the Worlds Champions!
Rotten: They should be fired! They can't touch them tonight!
Diamond: They're not INSIDE the building!
Nick picks Dante up, holding him position, Hunter explodes with a Spear on Dante! Nick picks the chair up, R.J. begins to get up, Nick blasts Palmer across the head with a vicious chairshot! Palmer's been busted wide open! Hunter kneels down over Dante...
HUNTER: If you two got the guts... Meet us at Adrenaline!
The crowd roars in approval... Suddenly in the building....
The crowd roars with boo's as Shinedown's "Sound of Madness" hits the speakers. Without any fanfare, special lighting, nothing... Chris Page is shown walking towards the ring with Mr. Wrestling #5 at his side. CCP is shirtless, dressed in jeans with black boots. The duo enter the ring, CCP yanks the microphone from the hands of Donlad Masters. His music comes to a quick close.
CCP: All I've heard tonight is how I'm supposed to be hunted by one Andre Dixon... Well... HERE I AM!
Chris directs his attention towards the entrance ramp as Wrestling 5 eyes the crowd.
CCP: I also understand that yo punk ass cousin has stepped to the plate, accepting to wrestle on your behalf, next week on Brawl. It seem's that everyone seem's to forget I've got a little bit of pull here my self... what I'm getting at, is if you two "gangster's" have got a problem with the way we've handed you your ass, we don't have a singles match next week. Why not make it a Tag Team Main Event? CCP and Wrestling 5 vs you, Andre... and that beaten down cousin of yours!
The roof explodes as "GANGSTA MUSIC" by Young Jeezy hits the speakers. Without hesitation, both ANDRE DIXON and JAYZON WILLIAMZ storm to the ring! The slide in, being met by Wrestling #5 and CCP! Stabler Arena is eletric as CCP and Dixon pair off, Wrestling 5 and Jayzon Williamz pair off! CCP and Dixon trade violent right hands, as does Jayzon and Wrestling #5! CCP thunbs Dixon in the eye before tossing him into a set of buckles, but before CCP can mount offense, Dixon spins CCP around into the corner where he begins to hammer away at Page. Jayzon Williamzs gains the upper hand on Wrestling 5! The ring quickly fills up with 20-30 members of Security as well as POLICE OFFICERS! It's utter chaos as they separate the two teams! Monday Night Brawl leaves the air with a chant of "LET THEM FIGHT!"