Post by Admin on Jun 27, 2018 14:58:41 GMT -6
Wednesday, June 27, 2018
Magness Arena
Denver, Colorado
Streaming LIVE only on The SE Network
LAST WEEK.....
Candi backs up the truck and then hops down and then walks over, ensuring that no one is coming out of that room. She turns and spies the Skrabz' locker room.
Ray Hudson: Oh boy...
Candi heads towards his room, grabbing a chair on the way, and props the chair against the door under the latch and then grins. She dusts her hands off.
"Tattle Tail" Candi Bratton: Fucking dead meat.
Candi heads off towards the arena entrance.
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As the music fades out, Candi Bratton snatches a microphone from ringside. The fans begin a "Candi! Candi!" chant. She glances from side to side, a little unsure of how to take this newfound popularity as she smirks and points to the ring.
Wavy Crockett: I'm so torn at this match, Ray....
"Tattle Tail" Candi Bratton: You cocksuckers have done fucked up!
The crowd gives an 'oooo'.
"Tattle Tail" Candi Bratton: I already told management that I don't need Jazzy Jeff here for this beatdown that I'm about to give you. And when I'm done, I don't want to hear my fucking name come out of your mouth ever again. Especially you --
Candi points to RJ.
"Tattle Tail" Candi Bratton: You fucking little tart.
"Fucking little tart! Fucking little tart!" the fans start chanting.
Ray Hudson: Quite the chant...
Candi drops the championship belt on the floor and charges to the ring and slides underneath, ready to attack.
Wavy Crockett: She's ready to go!
Ray Hudson: Why would she even wanna do this on her own?
Candi tells the ref to ring the bell, but the ref is saying they have to wait for Skrabz.
Ray Hudson: Maybe Skrabz escaped...
Tempa T's "Next Hype" starts to play, the beat builds for ten seconds and then Skrabal Stanzas can be heard saying "Are you dizzy blud?". The beat explodes and Tempa T immediately comes in with his lyrics.
"What kind of things that you have
When I find out don't expect me to stop
I'll come for the P's that you stack
And come for all the food that you plot
Better hand over the bag
Your boys don't wanna see you shot
If I kick down the door to your flat
Dun Know I'll clear out your house on the spot"
No one comes out. Forge and RJ are shown in the ring, slightly laughing and shaking their heads.
Ray Hudson: It looks like he's stuck in his room...
Candi tells the referee again to ring the bell, as Skrabz' music fades away.
DING DING DING
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Candi steps up, and RJ meets her. Out of nowhere, Candi throws a thumb to RJ's throat.
Wavy Crockett: Straight gangsta shit!
Candi runs at Forge and knocks him off of the ring apron.
Ray Hudson: Candi came prepared!
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Candi falls flat on her face, and RJ quickly sits on her back, grabbing her hair, and wailing into the back of her skull with rights.
Ray Hudson: Robi is giving Candi a beatdown here...
The referee pulls RJ off of her. RJ pushes the referee. Michael Mack reminds her he is an official.
Ray Hudson: Well, you can't be doing that now...
RJ stomps down on the back of Candi's head.
Wavy Crockett: Get up, Candi!
Forge is back on the apron, frustrated. He asks for the tag in.
Wavy Crockett: My dude wants in the match!
RJ gladly tags her husband in, as he gets into the ring and starts cracking his knuckles.
Wavy Crockett: This my dream match right here, Ray!!
Candi rolls over to her back, holding her head.
Ray Hudson: Candi is in a bad place right now...
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RJ walks around Candi's body with an evil grin. We can now see that Candi's mouth has been busted open.
Wavy Crockett: Forge never fails to bust someone open!
RJ sits on top of Candi and begins throwing rights and lefts into her face.
Ray Hudson: They are really beating down Candi now..
RJ looks down at her fists, seeing Candi's blood on her knuckles. She wipes her knuckles off on Candi's shirt before slapping Candi hard across the face.
Ray Hudson: That's disgusting!
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Ray Hudson: Forge and RJ just gonna continue this assault, regardless of if Skrabz is coming or not.
The crowd erupts as the cameras turn to show Skrabz walking out onto the stage area.
Ray Hudson: And he's here!!!
Forge laughs and begs Skrabz to come on down.
Wavy Crockett: And Forge gon fuck him up!
Skrabz walks down the ramp and stops in front of the ring. Forge continues to beg him to join the match.
Wavy Crockett: Don't get in that ring, boy. You better go back to the back and smoke some more herb...
Skrabz hops up on the ring apron, and slaps Candi on the shoulder, tagging himself in, as he climbs into the ring.
Ray Hudson: Here we go!
Skrabz and Forge get nose to nose. Skrabz pushes Forge off of him with disgust, and Forge lunges his head forward, but right into a straight right from Skrabz.
Ray Hudson: Skrabz has been patiently waiting!!
Skrabz starts throwing rights and lefts into Forge, backing him to a corner.
Ray Hudson: Look at him go!!
Skrabz starts throwing body shots at Forge, as he's in the corner.
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Skrabz takes a couple of steps back, as Forge stumbles forward and gets caught with a Mic Check!!!
Ray Hudson: Oh shit!! Mic check!!!
RJ comes running at Skrabz out of nowhere, only to be caught with a Mic Check, too!!!
Ray Hudson: Another Mic Check!!!
Wavy Crockett: Damn...
Skrabz rolls RJ out of the ring, with his foot, and then pins Forge.
1
2
...
Candi Bratton breaks up the pinfall!!!
Ray Hudson: What in the hell is she doing?!!
Skrabz looks up at Candi, pissed off. The referee forces Candi back to her corner, as Candi cusses at Skrabz about him being out here when she doesn't need him.
Ray Hudson: This match could've been over!!
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Skrabz starts getting Forge to his feet, and out of nowhere Forge pushes Skrabz away hard. Skrabz backs right into Candi slapping the back of his head, to tag herself back in.
Wavy Crockett: Let the best come back in!
As Candi gets in the ring, Skrabz drops her with a Mic Check!!!
Wavy Crockett: Man, what the fuck?!
Ray Hudson: Skrabz letting her know...
Skrabz rolls out of the ring and starts pacing outside, frustrated.
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Candi runs at RJ, who jumps up and kicks Candi right in the face from the apron.
Wavy Crockett: Candi, you should've stayed on Forge...
Candi stumbles around right into the Twisted Metal from Forge!!!
Ray Hudson: Twists Metal!!!
Forge goes for the pin.
1
2
...
3!!!
Wavy Crockett: It's over...
RJ jumps into the ring.
DING DING DING
RJ helps her man up, and gives him a big hug.
Byron Brown: And the winners of this match... Forge and Robi Jean Mitchell!!!!!
RJ kisses her man passionately, as "Hardwired" by Metallica plays across the arena.
Ray Hudson: Forge and Robi Jean have just beat the main event of The Rise In Phoenix...
Forge and RJ celebrate in the ring a moment longer, before they get out of the ring and start heading up the ramp.
Wavy Crockett: I told y'all Forge was the man!! And RJ is the woman...
Skrabz is shown hanging on the ring apron looking into the ring at Candi, shaking his head.
Ray Hudson: Oh boy...
Candi heads towards his room, grabbing a chair on the way, and props the chair against the door under the latch and then grins. She dusts her hands off.
"Tattle Tail" Candi Bratton: Fucking dead meat.
Candi heads off towards the arena entrance.
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As the music fades out, Candi Bratton snatches a microphone from ringside. The fans begin a "Candi! Candi!" chant. She glances from side to side, a little unsure of how to take this newfound popularity as she smirks and points to the ring.
Wavy Crockett: I'm so torn at this match, Ray....
"Tattle Tail" Candi Bratton: You cocksuckers have done fucked up!
The crowd gives an 'oooo'.
"Tattle Tail" Candi Bratton: I already told management that I don't need Jazzy Jeff here for this beatdown that I'm about to give you. And when I'm done, I don't want to hear my fucking name come out of your mouth ever again. Especially you --
Candi points to RJ.
"Tattle Tail" Candi Bratton: You fucking little tart.
"Fucking little tart! Fucking little tart!" the fans start chanting.
Ray Hudson: Quite the chant...
Candi drops the championship belt on the floor and charges to the ring and slides underneath, ready to attack.
Wavy Crockett: She's ready to go!
Ray Hudson: Why would she even wanna do this on her own?
Candi tells the ref to ring the bell, but the ref is saying they have to wait for Skrabz.
Ray Hudson: Maybe Skrabz escaped...
Tempa T's "Next Hype" starts to play, the beat builds for ten seconds and then Skrabal Stanzas can be heard saying "Are you dizzy blud?". The beat explodes and Tempa T immediately comes in with his lyrics.
"What kind of things that you have
When I find out don't expect me to stop
I'll come for the P's that you stack
And come for all the food that you plot
Better hand over the bag
Your boys don't wanna see you shot
If I kick down the door to your flat
Dun Know I'll clear out your house on the spot"
No one comes out. Forge and RJ are shown in the ring, slightly laughing and shaking their heads.
Ray Hudson: It looks like he's stuck in his room...
Candi tells the referee again to ring the bell, as Skrabz' music fades away.
DING DING DING
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Candi steps up, and RJ meets her. Out of nowhere, Candi throws a thumb to RJ's throat.
Wavy Crockett: Straight gangsta shit!
Candi runs at Forge and knocks him off of the ring apron.
Ray Hudson: Candi came prepared!
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Candi falls flat on her face, and RJ quickly sits on her back, grabbing her hair, and wailing into the back of her skull with rights.
Ray Hudson: Robi is giving Candi a beatdown here...
The referee pulls RJ off of her. RJ pushes the referee. Michael Mack reminds her he is an official.
Ray Hudson: Well, you can't be doing that now...
RJ stomps down on the back of Candi's head.
Wavy Crockett: Get up, Candi!
Forge is back on the apron, frustrated. He asks for the tag in.
Wavy Crockett: My dude wants in the match!
RJ gladly tags her husband in, as he gets into the ring and starts cracking his knuckles.
Wavy Crockett: This my dream match right here, Ray!!
Candi rolls over to her back, holding her head.
Ray Hudson: Candi is in a bad place right now...
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RJ walks around Candi's body with an evil grin. We can now see that Candi's mouth has been busted open.
Wavy Crockett: Forge never fails to bust someone open!
RJ sits on top of Candi and begins throwing rights and lefts into her face.
Ray Hudson: They are really beating down Candi now..
RJ looks down at her fists, seeing Candi's blood on her knuckles. She wipes her knuckles off on Candi's shirt before slapping Candi hard across the face.
Ray Hudson: That's disgusting!
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Ray Hudson: Forge and RJ just gonna continue this assault, regardless of if Skrabz is coming or not.
The crowd erupts as the cameras turn to show Skrabz walking out onto the stage area.
Ray Hudson: And he's here!!!
Forge laughs and begs Skrabz to come on down.
Wavy Crockett: And Forge gon fuck him up!
Skrabz walks down the ramp and stops in front of the ring. Forge continues to beg him to join the match.
Wavy Crockett: Don't get in that ring, boy. You better go back to the back and smoke some more herb...
Skrabz hops up on the ring apron, and slaps Candi on the shoulder, tagging himself in, as he climbs into the ring.
Ray Hudson: Here we go!
Skrabz and Forge get nose to nose. Skrabz pushes Forge off of him with disgust, and Forge lunges his head forward, but right into a straight right from Skrabz.
Ray Hudson: Skrabz has been patiently waiting!!
Skrabz starts throwing rights and lefts into Forge, backing him to a corner.
Ray Hudson: Look at him go!!
Skrabz starts throwing body shots at Forge, as he's in the corner.
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Skrabz takes a couple of steps back, as Forge stumbles forward and gets caught with a Mic Check!!!
Ray Hudson: Oh shit!! Mic check!!!
RJ comes running at Skrabz out of nowhere, only to be caught with a Mic Check, too!!!
Ray Hudson: Another Mic Check!!!
Wavy Crockett: Damn...
Skrabz rolls RJ out of the ring, with his foot, and then pins Forge.
1
2
...
Candi Bratton breaks up the pinfall!!!
Ray Hudson: What in the hell is she doing?!!
Skrabz looks up at Candi, pissed off. The referee forces Candi back to her corner, as Candi cusses at Skrabz about him being out here when she doesn't need him.
Ray Hudson: This match could've been over!!
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Skrabz starts getting Forge to his feet, and out of nowhere Forge pushes Skrabz away hard. Skrabz backs right into Candi slapping the back of his head, to tag herself back in.
Wavy Crockett: Let the best come back in!
As Candi gets in the ring, Skrabz drops her with a Mic Check!!!
Wavy Crockett: Man, what the fuck?!
Ray Hudson: Skrabz letting her know...
Skrabz rolls out of the ring and starts pacing outside, frustrated.
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Candi runs at RJ, who jumps up and kicks Candi right in the face from the apron.
Wavy Crockett: Candi, you should've stayed on Forge...
Candi stumbles around right into the Twisted Metal from Forge!!!
Ray Hudson: Twists Metal!!!
Forge goes for the pin.
1
2
...
3!!!
Wavy Crockett: It's over...
RJ jumps into the ring.
DING DING DING
RJ helps her man up, and gives him a big hug.
Byron Brown: And the winners of this match... Forge and Robi Jean Mitchell!!!!!
RJ kisses her man passionately, as "Hardwired" by Metallica plays across the arena.
Ray Hudson: Forge and Robi Jean have just beat the main event of The Rise In Phoenix...
Forge and RJ celebrate in the ring a moment longer, before they get out of the ring and start heading up the ramp.
Wavy Crockett: I told y'all Forge was the man!! And RJ is the woman...
Skrabz is shown hanging on the ring apron looking into the ring at Candi, shaking his head.
The official opening video of Mile High Wrestling begins showing. "Colorado" by TECH N9NE starts playing for the first 27 seconds of the track, and then the hook is looped for a second time.
Yeah, uh-huh, uh-oh, no, damn
An overview of Downtown Denver is shown during the night, with a baby blue and orange color scheme.
It-it-it-it-it-it that good Colora-
The screen flickers back and forth rapidly, between cuts of Downtown Denver and the Mile High Wrestling logo, concluding with the logo turning sideways and spinning off into the screen like a ninja star.
(-Do, do, do, do)
You know it's that fire
I can't get no higher
Samantha "The Titaness" Hamilton is shown stepping over the top rope to enter the ring, followed by "Desert Rose" Anya flying in the air with a moonsault.
(Do, do, do, do)
I came to turn the night up
Now watch me as I light up
"The Party Boy" Chris Mosh is shown high fiving some fans, followed by all five members of The Shieldmaidens standing in the ring.
(-Do, do, do, do)
You know it's that fire
I can't get no higher
Forge is shown ramming his head into Deuce Holmes' face, followed by "The Master" Issac Combes lighting up a cigar.
(Do, do, do, do)
I came to turn the night up
Now watch me as I light up
Skrabz is shown delivering the Mic Check to Candi Bratton, followed by Candi Bratton raising the Mile High Wrestling Championship in the air, as the video fades away, and the cameras are in the arena where fireworks are exploding. The instrumental to "Colorado" plays through the sound system, as the camera pans around the Denver crowd.
Ray Hudson: Welcome everyone to the seventh episode of Mile High Wrestling!!!
Wavy Crockett: And things just keep getting more and more interesting each week...
We see many signs in the crowd, such as "Candi Bratton Has Haters", "What Did Skrabz Say?", "Shush My Tush", and "#QuagCup".
Ray Hudson: As always, the Denver crowd is ready for another eventful night!
"Diamond Teeth Samarai" by Youngboy Never Broke Again begins playing throughout the arena.
Wavy Crockett: Here comes the boss man!!
Robert Mack walks out onto the stage area to a mixture of cheers and boos. He raises an eyebrow at the different reactions, before walking down the ramp.
Ray Hudson: I wonder what Mr. Rob has got to say, tonight.
Robert climbs into the ring and begins asking Byron Brown for a mic. On the outside of the ring, Byron hands Robert a mic, as the music fades.
Robert Mack: Welcome Denver to Mile High Wrestling!!!!
The fans cheer for that.
Robert Mack: Mile High Wrestling....
Robert smirks, and looks over to the front row.
Robert Mack: But tonight, the HcW General Manager Biff Franklin is in attendance.
Robert points over at Biff Franklin, as the camera focuses in on him enjoying the show in the front row.
Robert Mack: Thanks for being here tonight. You're doing a great job fixing that place, sir. Too bad you weren't around when I was there. I imagine we could've done big things...
Robert shrugs, then looks off towards the stage area.
Robert Mack: And tonight, we have the HcW World Heavyweight Champion Tyke Index in the building!!!
The fans start chanting, "Tyke Index!!!"
Robert Mack: That's right! We've been waiting!! So without further adieu, let's bring out my old friend Tyke right now!!!
An aura falls over the arena as the opening guitar line to "Box Full of Sharp Objects" by The Used blasts across the PA. Strobe lights shiver across the darklit ceiling and entrance way. Tyke Index can be seen in his full glory - black hoody over his head giving him the look of a stealth assasin.
Ray Hudson: This is really a surreal moment...
Tyke slowly walks down to the ring as the crowd goes crazy for the HcW World Heavyweight Champion. As he enters the ring he then leans back in the corner looking almost stoned and disullusioned.
Wavy Crockett: You know why they call him the King of Coke Mountain?
Ray Hudson: Yes.
Wavy Crockett: Because he does a lot of Coke, Ray.
Ray Hudson: I said "yes"....
As the music fades, Robert hands Tyke an extra mic.
Robert Mack: Motherfucking Tyke Index!!!
The fans erupt, as Robert and Tyke exchange smirks.
Tyke Index: I appreciate you, Rob. I've been keeping my eye on Mile High, and you've really been doing a good job.
Robert Mack: I appreciate THAT. And we go way back. We've had some very interesting times in HcW. It's an honor to finally have you here...
Robert extends his hand, and Tyke shakes it.
Tyke Index: Yeah, we used to get lit all over the world. Good times, indeed.
Robert Mack: I miss those nights, bro. It's too bad I had to leave. But at the same time.....no regrets..
Tyke halfway smiles and nods his head.
Robert Mack: We see what I've done since those days, but let's talk about you. We see you got the belt...
Tyke Index: Yes! Of coarse I did..
Tyke looks down at his belt and smirks.
Tyke Index: I won the championship again, and I even retired the legendary Taurus. I'm on top of the world...
Robert nods and smiles.
Tyke Index: And you, you are doing real well with Mile High Wrestling. I see you slowly getting the attention of the wrestling world. You're building a helluva brand here, Rob.
Robert mouths thank you to Tyke, as the fans start chanting "YES!"
Ray Hudson:. A lot of love for Mile High..
Robert Mack: Thank you...
Robert and Tyke look around the Magness Arena at the fans.
Tyke Index: But if I can be honest....
Tyke seems to look real serious, now.
Tyke Index: I was a little disappointed when you left, man.
Robert looks sorry.
Tyke Index: I mean....I used to stand up for you when you went head up with management. Your heart was HcW. Your passion was undeniable. And I used to tell them that, when it seemed like they didn't really know it.
Tyke shakes his head.
Tyke Index: And then you just gave up. You and Sam...
Robert raises an eyebrow, still looking a little sorry.
Tyke Index: You just left me. You left HcW. When it needed you the most...
Slight boos are heard in the crowd.
Ray Hudson: Things getting a little uncomfortable...
Robert Mack: Well......to be fair, Tyke.......you were the man there. Even if I would've won the big one, at some point I was going to have to face you. And let's face it.....I didn't stand a chance.
Robert smiles at Tyke, trying to ease the mood.
Robert Mack: So if you were the man in HcW, and my passion needed a stage more fitting for my shine, I had to leave and take my own journey, Tyke.
Tyke just looks at Robert, with a blank expression.
Robert Mack: And now I'm making way more money than I was in HcW. I own my own company, Tyke.
Robert slightly laughs.
Robert Mack: And now you work for me....
Out of nowhere, HcW's Lance Mikes slides into the ring and attacks Robert from behind.
Ray Hudson: Wait a damn minute!
Wavy Crockett: Oh damn!
Tyke looks on for a moment, as Lance gets on top of Robert and starts throwing rights into his face with impact.
Ray Hudson: Was this a set up??!!
Tyke Index starts asking Lance what he's doing, but Lance ignores it and keeps pounding away at Robert's face.
Wavy Crockett: They set us up! HcW set us up!
All four Mile High referees are out, and two of them start holding Tyke back, while two of them start pulling Lance off of Robert.
Ray Hudson: This is just bullshit!
All of a sudden the fans erupt, and Lance Mikes rolls out of the ring and takes off through the crowd, as the cameras show our new Co-General Manager Duece Holmes sliding into the ring, wondering what the hell is going on.
Wavy Crockett: There goes this goofball trying to save the day. If he wouldn't have been tweeting about #QuagCup every second, he may have caught Lance Mikes before he even got out here!
Duece checks on Robert, as Tyke looks on in shock. Tyke looks over at Biff Franklin in the front row, and Biff is shaking his head in disappointment.
Ray Hudson: Do you think they were in on it, Wavy?
Duece turns to Tyke and looks at him disappointed. Tyke starts trying to convince him that he had nothing to do with that.
Wavy Crockett: I don't know. Everything seems very fishy...
Duece is calling Tyke a liar and is in Tyke Index's face now.
Ray Hudson: Uh oh!
The referees are holding the two men back from each other.
Ray Hudson: Either way, this is a crazy way to start the show. Let's go ahead and take a break!
We fade to a commercial break.
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We are back from commercial break and Co-General Manager Deuce Holmes is in Tyke Index's face.
Deuce Holmes: I knew it wasn't a good idea having anyone from HcW around.
Co-General Manager Katrina Mack comes into view, and pulls Deuce Holmes away, before things get physical.
Tyke Index: I didn't come here tonight with Lance...
Tyke looks at Deuce without fear, just before Robert Mack walks up, now wearing a swollen eye.
Wavy Crockett: Damn, look at Rob's eye, Ray...
Robert Mack: I sure hope you're telling the truth. Because that'd be real childish if you came here tonight just so Lance Mikes could get "revenge".
Tyke looks past Robert at Deuce, with distaste. He then looks back at Robert.
Tyke Index: You need to tell your new coffee boy who I am, before he makes a mistake.
Deuce easily gets out of Katrina's grasp and heads towards Tyke, as Robert turns around and holds him back.
Robert Mack: Hold on, Duece...
Deuce chills a little, and Robert turns back to Tyke.
Robert Mack: I made a little challenge to Lance a while back, and it didn't work for him. Well, here he is on my show now, like maybe he's become more open minded to the fight we need to have.
Robert touches his swollen eye for a moment.
Robert Mack: At the end of the day, you are who you surround yourself with, Tyke. You claim me and Sam left you, but you could have always came with. You chose to stay behind with your buddy Lance Mikes.
Robert slightly looks over his shoulder at Deuce and Katrina, then back at Tyke.
Robert Mack: So if your brother wants a fight, tell him stop being a lil bitch..... and come see us in Phoenix. I propose me and Deuce Holmes....
Robert points back at Deuce, with his thumb.
Robert Mack: Versus Lance Mikes......and you, the HcW World Heavyweight Champion. Let's handle this like men.
Robert looks over Tyke for a moment, as if to decide if Tyke is real or not, before turning around to walk away, as Katrina and Deuce follow. Deuce gives Tyke a look over once more too, before walking away.
"Tattle Tail" Candi Bratton
vs
Emily Falls
vs
Emily Falls
Ray Hudson: What a match that would be!
Wavy Crockett: They ain't bout that life...
The cameras return to the arena as "Friday" by Rebecca Black starts playing throughout. Emily Falls steps out from behind the curtain.
Byron Brown: The following contest is for one fall! Introducing first... weighing in at 120 pounds..... from Denver, Colorado....... Emily Falls!!!
Emily skips down the ramp, and then skips around the ring for a bit.
Wavy Crockett: It smells like throw up out here.
Emily slides into the ring, and dances around waiting for her opponent.
"Even with these chains you can't stop me!"
The hard rock screaming of In This Moment's "Big Bad Wolf" blares over the loud system and into the area as the graphic for "Tattle Tail" Candi Bratton comes on the screen.
#Once upon a time there was a nasty little piggy filled with pride and greed
#Once upon a time there was an evil little piggy, typical disease
#You see this little pig is slowly becoming by worst enemy
#You see this evil pig, she's a blood, blood, blood sucking part of me
Candi Bratton comes into the aisle from the back and pauses for a moment as the fans begin to rain down a chorus of cheers. She offers them a smirk as she just shakes her head, her jet black hair lingering down around her shoulders. She wears very tight stretch pants and an oversized t-shirt that exclaims, "Bratton Pack, Bitches"
Byron Brown: And her opponent... weighing in at 250 pounds..... residing in Denver, Colorado....... she is the Mile High Wrestling Champion... Candi Bratton!!!!!
Candi's ample form heads down towards the ring, wearing her Mile High Wrestling Championship over her shoulder. She just laughs and begins up the steps into the ring as the chorus of the song hits.
#Pig, pig would you let me in?
#Pig, pig would you let me in?
#Pig, pig I've been everywhere that you've been
#Now I've got nothing to lose and everything to win
#Pig, pig would you let me in?
#Pig, pig would you let me in?
#Pig, pig, I'm already under your skin
#'Cause I'm the big bad wolf now let the games begin
Candi steps through the ropes before walking around the ring, as the music fades out.
DING DING DING
Senior referee Michael Mack has started the match, and both ladies step to the middle of the ring.
Ray Hudson: And here we go!
Emily smoothly pokes Candi in the eye and then starts kicking her in the legs.
Wavy Crockett: Emily fighting dirty here!
Emily Irish whips Candi across the ring and Candi bounces back into a clothesline from Emily, but ducks, turns around, and drops Emily with a DDT.
Ray Hudson: It'll be interesting to see if Emily Falls can keep up with the Champ.
Wavy Crockett: She can't.
Candi rubs her eyes for a minute, and then picks Emily back up.
Ray Hudson: I don't know. Emily Falls is weird, but there's just something about her.
Wavy Crockett: Let me find out you have a crush on Emily Falls, Ray.
Candi gives Emily a belly to belly suplex that sends her across the ring.
Ray Hudson: Belly to belly suplex to Emily Falls.
Candi yells for "Emily Fails" to come on.
Wavy Crockett: See, Emily doesn't even deserve to share the ring with the Champ.
Candi walks up on Emily as she is is on all fours, trying to get up. Candi rakes her face with the laces of her boot.
Ray Hudson: Well, the Champ is in full control.
Candi stomps Emily's head into the mat.
Wavy Crockett: She always is. She's the Champ, Ray!
Candi yells at Emily not to throw up, then stomps on her side.
Ray Hudson: Candi really keeping Emily down...
Emily is trying to pull herself up, using the ropes.
Wavy Crockett: How ironic that Emily keeps falling...
Candi goes to get Emily all the way to her feet, and Emily quickly goes behind Candi applying a sleeper hold.
Ray Hudson: Uh oh, wait a minute.
But Candi quickly throws Emily over her shoulders and to the mat.
Wavy Crockett: Come on, Ray! You didn't really think...?
Candi comes at Emily as she gets to her feet, and Emily gets Candi into a quick capture suplex.
Ray Hudson: Emily Falls with a capture suplex to the Champ!!
Emily quickly goes to the corner of the ring and climbs to the top rope.
Ray Hudson: She's going up high!
Wavy Crockett: And she's gonna "fall"...
Candi gets to her feet and runs at Emily pushing her leg, as Emily comes falling from the top rope to her back.
Ray Hudson: Oh shit!
Wavy Crockett: Told ya...
Ray Hudson: She may have broke something!
Candi runs to the ropes and bounces back with a Running Splash.
Ray Hudson: Running Splash!!!
Candi goes for the pin.
Ray Hudson: Is this it?!
1
2
Kickout!
Wavy Crockett: Kickout! Stay down, idiot!
Candi rolls away from Emily and tries to catch her breath, as Emily starts to get to her feet.
Ray Hudson: This young lady has heart, Wavy.
Wavy Crockett: Shut the fuck up, Ray...
Candi gets up and walks up behind Emily, getting her into The Confessional.
Wavy Crockett: The Confessional!!! It's over!!!
Candi applies pressure as the ref checks on Emily Falls.
Ray Hudson: Hang in there, Emily! Come on!
Emily taps out and the referee calls for the bell.
DING DING DING
Ray Hudson: And that's all she wrote...
Wavy Crockett: No surprise..
Candi has scooted to a corner of the ring, as she sits there and looks at Emily. "Big Bad Wolf" by In This Moment blares throughout the arena.
Byron Brown: And the winner of this match... "Tattle Tail" Candi Bratton!!!
Emily is moving, and Candi just keeps staring at her, really studying the odd superstar.
Ray Hudson: Candi seems to have something on her mind here....
Emily starts getting to her knees, now crying as she realizes she has lost.
Wavy Crockett: Really? That bitch is crying...
Candi is really in deep thought staring at Emily Falls, as her music fades away.
Ray Hudson: Something's happening here....
As Emily gets to her feet, Candi Bratton goes ahead and gets to her's.
Wavy Crockett: Nothing's happening, Ray.
Candi walks up to Emily, who's face starts turning red in anger. Candi says something, and then extends her hand.
Wavy Crockett: What is she doing?
Emily looks at Candi's hand in shock and then looks around the Magness Arena. The Denver crowd starts chanting "YES!"
Ray Hudson: I'm not sure you should trust her, Emily...
Candi says something else, keeping her eyes locked on Emily, and Emily nods her head and shakes Candi's hand.
Wavy Crockett: I don't understand...
Candi tells Emily to come on, and both superstars actually leave the ring together and head to the back talking about something.
Wavy Crockett: What the hell is going on?
Ray Hudson: I'm not sure, Wavy. But earlier today you and Chris Mosh has your Contract Signing.
Wavy Crockett: Yeah...
Ray Hudson: Let's go ahead now and check out how that turned out...
EARLIER TODAY.....
The camera focuses in on a contract laying on a table surface.
Katrina Mack: You two want this match...
The camera pulls back to reveal Katrina Mack sitting at the end of the table.
Katrina Mack: All you gotta do is sign the contract, and it's one hundred percent official.
The camera zooms out, revealing "The Party Boy" Chris Mosh and Wavy Crockett sitting at the table, across from each other.
Katrina Mack: Chris...
Mosh picks up a pen in front of him and pulls the contract towards himself, all while staring at Wavy with intensity.
Wavy Crockett: Don't get slapped, boy...
Mosh pushes his seat back, quickly standing up. Katrina and Wavy both stand up, too.
Katrina Mack: Gentlemen gentlemen! Please!! Let's be professional!!
Mosh and Wavy stare each other down, still standing.
Katrina Mack: If you want the match, you have to sign the contract, Chris...
Mosh stares at Wavy a few seconds longer, and then looks down at the contract before signing it.
Katrina Mack: There we go.
Mosh slides the contact closer to Wavy, both men still standing.
Katrina Mack: Now if you will, Wavy...
Wavy slightly laughs, before picking up the pen before him, and without hesitation signs the contract.
Wavy Crockett: Isn't it something.....at a Pay-Per View called The Rise...you are gonna fall. I'm going to end your career. There will be no way of bouncing back, when you lose to the Color Commentator.
"The Party Boy" Chris Mosh: I'm going to do everyone a favor and shut you up for good.
Katrina looks on, nervously.
Wavy Crockett: That's what you don't get, Party Boy. My job is to talk shit. It's no one's fault but your own that you can't handle someone not liking you. You gotta cry like a little bitch and ask for a match with a commentator, because in your mind that's the only chance you have at getting a victory at a Pay-Per View event. But I got news for you; I'm gonna fuck you up.
Mosh quickly comes around the table, and Wavy meets him there.
Katrina Mack: Security!!! Security!!!
Both men start throwing punches, as security runs into the room and quickly pull them apart.
Katrina Mack: Save it for The Rise!
Security pulls the men out of the room, as Katrina slumps in her chair looking like she has a migraine.
Katrina Mack: You two want this match...
The camera pulls back to reveal Katrina Mack sitting at the end of the table.
Katrina Mack: All you gotta do is sign the contract, and it's one hundred percent official.
The camera zooms out, revealing "The Party Boy" Chris Mosh and Wavy Crockett sitting at the table, across from each other.
Katrina Mack: Chris...
Mosh picks up a pen in front of him and pulls the contract towards himself, all while staring at Wavy with intensity.
Wavy Crockett: Don't get slapped, boy...
Mosh pushes his seat back, quickly standing up. Katrina and Wavy both stand up, too.
Katrina Mack: Gentlemen gentlemen! Please!! Let's be professional!!
Mosh and Wavy stare each other down, still standing.
Katrina Mack: If you want the match, you have to sign the contract, Chris...
Mosh stares at Wavy a few seconds longer, and then looks down at the contract before signing it.
Katrina Mack: There we go.
Mosh slides the contact closer to Wavy, both men still standing.
Katrina Mack: Now if you will, Wavy...
Wavy slightly laughs, before picking up the pen before him, and without hesitation signs the contract.
Wavy Crockett: Isn't it something.....at a Pay-Per View called The Rise...you are gonna fall. I'm going to end your career. There will be no way of bouncing back, when you lose to the Color Commentator.
"The Party Boy" Chris Mosh: I'm going to do everyone a favor and shut you up for good.
Katrina looks on, nervously.
Wavy Crockett: That's what you don't get, Party Boy. My job is to talk shit. It's no one's fault but your own that you can't handle someone not liking you. You gotta cry like a little bitch and ask for a match with a commentator, because in your mind that's the only chance you have at getting a victory at a Pay-Per View event. But I got news for you; I'm gonna fuck you up.
Mosh quickly comes around the table, and Wavy meets him there.
Katrina Mack: Security!!! Security!!!
Both men start throwing punches, as security runs into the room and quickly pull them apart.
Katrina Mack: Save it for The Rise!
Security pulls the men out of the room, as Katrina slumps in her chair looking like she has a migraine.
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"The Master" Issac Combes
vs
Ophelia "Widow" Blaque
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Ophelia "Widow" Blaque
We are back from our commercials, as the lights dim before the instumental of "Hail to the King" by Avenged Sevenfold starts, with blue flashes strobing to the guitar at the opening of the song. After the the first deeper riff, "The Master" Issac Combes makes his way to the ring.
Byron Brown: The following match is for one fall!! Introducing first... weighing in at 386 pounds..... from Oakland, California....... The Master!!!
The lights go back up as Combes enters and takes center ring.
Ray Hudson: The Master will be a part of Round Two of the Phoenix Championship Tournament next week...
"...Try'na break the chains only break me..."
The tron lights up with the Shieldmaiden's motto, "Hell is empty and the Maidens are here." At the top of the stage stands a lone, robed figure. The bass of "Chains" by Nick Jonas opens up and four more robed figures join her. Each with a chain in their hand. The robe is thrown off and it's revealed to be that of Ophelia "Widow" Blaque. A collar around her neck leading to one chain. A strap around her waist leads to another. And a cuff on each wrist leading to the third and fourth.
"With her wine-stained lips; yeah she's nothing but trouble."
Widow appears as if she's fighting against the restraints.
"Cold to the touch but she's warm as a Devil."
At the sound of the handcuffs clicking, the chains are pulled back and Widow stands there in the form of a cross.
"I gave all my heart; she won’t heal my soul. She tasted a break and I can’t get more."
Byron Brown: And his opponent... weighing in at 110 pounds..... from New Orleans, Louisiana....... Ophelia "Widow" Blaque!!!
As the bridge starts, Widow begins to pull on the chains. First to the left, pulling on the right side; Then to the right, pulling on the left side.
“You got me in chains; You got me in chains for your love. But I wouldn’t change.. I wouldn’t change this love.”
The chains are pulled back once more, pulling Widow back into a cross-like position.
“Try’na break the chains but the chains only break me!”
Widow finally forces herself free of the chains as the cuffs on her wrists break free. She then reached for the strap around her waist and rips it free. Then as she reaches up for the collar, she starts towards the ring. Ripping the collar from her neck as she moves to slide onto the apron under the bottom ropes. At the second bridge, she moves into the center of the ring, posing in the cross-like position once more.
“Heyyyyyyy. Heyyyyyy. Heyyyyyy. (Heyyyyy) Try’na break the chains but the chains only break me!”
Wavy: What an entrance....
DING DING DING
Ray Hudson: And here we go!
Referee John Vigil calls for the bell, and Widow simply launches herself at Combes! First she connects with a calculated really low drop kick to the ankle.
Ray Hudson: Widow wisely taking it to The Master quickly!
A drop toe hold takes Combes down to his knees. Widow unleashes the Widow's Peak, which finally puts Combes down, completely.
Ray Hudson: Widow's Peak!!!
Combes pushes himself up off of the mat and Widow delivers the Widow's Kiss!
Ray Hudson: Widow's Kiss!!!!!
Wavy Crockett: Damn, girl!
Combes smacks the mat in frustration and spits out a mouthful of blood, before moving to his feet.
Ray Hudson: How is The Master getting up?!
Widow goes for a boot to the gut and Combes catches her boot, yanking hard, as she falls to her back.
Wavy Crockett: Uh oh, Spaghetti-O...
Combes stomps down on Widow, but she rolls out of the way just in time, getting to her feet.
Ray Hudson: Safe!
Widow runs at Combes, as he sidesteps and throws her right into the referee, knocking him down as he flies out of the ring.
Wavy Crockett: Well, damn....
As if they had been at ringside already, the other four Shieldmaidens slide into the ring, and gang up on The Master.
Ray Hudson: What the hell is this?
Combes tries to fight the women off, but they are too strong.
Wavy Crockett: Master should've brought his gang with him, tonight...
Combes is down to his knees, being kicked from every angle.
Ray Hudson: He sure needs them, right now. More than he did during that Championship Triple Threat, a few weeks back.
Widow gets in front of Combes, as the other women slide out of the ring.
Wavy Crockett: This match was uneven from the jump. These ladies may have evened the odds, honestly.
Ray Hudson: Eh...
Widow gives Combes the Tangled Webs!!
Ray Hudson: Tangled Webs...
Widow goes for the pin.
Ray Hudson: The ref is on the outside, still!
Wavy Crockett: Not enough, anyways...
John Vigil slides back into the ring, and slowly counts.
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2
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3!!!
Wavy Crockett: Damn....
DING DING DING
John Vigil has called for the bell, and "Chains" by Nick Jonas plays throughout the arena.
Ray Hudson: Widow just defeated The Master!!
The Shieldmaidens celebrate in the ring with Widow.
Ray Hudson: Or The Shieldmaidens defeated The Master. Depends how to want to look at it.
"I want to be your dog" by Iggy Pop begins playing throughout the arena.
Ray Hudson: What's this?
The cameras turn to the stage area, where the new Co-General Manager Deuce Holmes steps out onto the stage area with a mic, as his music quickly fades.
Wavy Crockett: I really hate that song, Ray...
Deuce Holmes: Well, this isn't going to be a trend. And I know you ladies say you don't need each other to win, and I'm not going to call you liars....
The Shieldmaidens look on annoyed by Deuce Holmes.
Deuce Holmes: But for Bullet's match later tonight, we are NOT going to have any funny business.
The Shieldmaidens look at each other, confused at what Deuce Holmes is talking about.
Deuce Holmes: The other Shieldmaidens are BANNED from ringside later tonight!!!!
The fans cheer, as The Shieldmaidens look on disgusted, shaking their heads.
Ray Hudson: That's what I'm talking about!
Wavy Crockett: Do you really think that's gonna stop Bullet from winning?
"I want to be your dog" by Iggy Pop starts playing again, as Deuce Holmes heads to the back.
Ray Hudson: It evens the odds, for sure.
Wavy Crockett: They don't need each other to win matches, Ray. They've already proven that...
Ray Hudson: Nonetheless, a few days ago our very own Jordan Hagan sat down with the number one contender to the Mile High Wrestling Championship to get a glimpse of Skrabz' mindset going into The Rise In Phoenix. Here's what had to be said...
A FEW DAYS AGO.....
The scene opens in a small conference room with the camera fixed on the Mile High Wrestling logo. The camera pulls back and the shot opens up to show that the logo is fixed to small table. On one side of the table sits Mile High Wrestling interviewer Jordan Hagan and on the other side sits the number one contender to the Mile High Wrestling Championship, Skrabal Stanzas. Jordan takes a few seconds to shuffle some papers that he has sitting in front of him before turning to the camera and beginning to speak.
Jordan Hagan: Hello ladies and gentleman and thank you for joining us for this special one off sit down interview with the man who will compete against Candi Bratton at The Rise in Phoenix Pay-Per View in just over two weeks time. It is my pleasure to introduce to you Skrabal Stanzas. Skrabz, thank you for joining me today, I have a lot to ask you and I’m sure, as always, you have a lot to say.
Skrabz: Man feels obligated to do this ting ya-nah, so the thank you ain't sit too well but ya-nah man likes to talk so it ain't a ting. So let us cut out the pleasantries and get to it yeah?
Jordan Hagan: As you wish. Getting straight to the point, the first thing I want to ask you about is the wild accusations you were throwing around recently where you accused your boss Robert Mack of being in cahoots with Samantha Hamil...
Skrabz: Really fam? This is what we doin'?
Jordan Hagan: I was going to say, you seem to have taken a step back on that front over the past week and haven’t mentioned it since. Can I ask what changed your mind?
Skrabz: Man is observant ya-nah, sometimes so observant he see shit that ain’t there. It happens, and I let my mouth run away with itself but as for what changed my mind... the shit I was expecting to happen ain’t happen so I have to hold my hands up and say I was wrong. Not only that but it was the bossman himself that freed me from captivity last week after Candi done caged man with the ol' chair under the door handle routine, on some cartoon shit, ya-nah man ain’t think that shit really work but that door was stuck tight fam, no budging.
Jordan Hagan: Speaking of Mr. Mack freeing you, you seemed to be enjoying an exotic cigar when that door was opened, do you really think it’s appropriate to be taking dru...
Skrabz: Medication fam. Man gets that claustrophobia ya-nah? When that door ain't open them walls closed in and I had to alleviate some symptoms.
Jordan Hagan: For someone suffering from claustrophobia you seemed very relaxed when the door was opened.
Skrabz: What can I say bredrin? The medicine good fam, it work well.
Jordan Hagan: When you finally made it to ring you let loose with Mic Checks for everyone, even your tag team partner, what was your thinking there?
Skrabz: My thinkin' was why she trapped man in a room for? Look she ain’t wanna team with me and that’s cool coz man ain't wanna carry her heavy set self either, not really, but I said time and again that I'm about this so ya can put me in there with any and everyone and I'm a do what I do. It’s that simple. I mean look, Me and Sam ain't wanna team with each other a few weeks back but we put that aside and dealt with the ting like professionals, on some grown folk business, coz that's how you do. Handle ya shit in the moment and settle ya differences after. Candi ain't wanna wait though so why should I?
Jordan Hagan: The tag team match saw you suffer your first defeat here in Mile High Wrestling; do you blame Candi Bratton for that?
Skrabz: I mean I could, but man ain't in the habit of assigning blame fam. I accept responsibility for my own failings innit. I was out there eventually and I ain't break up the pin but everyone saw the difference man made once he hit that ring and ya done know it would a been different result if I had been there from the start.
Jordan Hagan: During the tag match you busted Trenton Mitchell's nose, how did it feel to get a measure of revenge after he left you a bloody mess all the way back on episode three?
Skrabz: I ain't really think of like that to be real with you, I ain't go out there trying to make him bleed it just come with the territory. When the fists and boots fly the blood might flow. That’s just the way it go down in the ring ya-nah?
Jordan Hagan: That's certainly the way it will go down next week when the two of you face off in a First Blood Match, what are your thoughts going in to this match?
Skrabz: My thoughts are why a man who ain't care about winning a month ago suddenly got the front to call himself the true champ around here, the shit's a farce if you ask me. The man flip flop more than the president he complain about fam, on a hypocrite vibe, but given the way he always tweeting emotional like a woman I ain’t too surprised. I think man like Forge be spendin' too much time with them biker bitches and it got him actin out like a female, standard.
Jordan Hagan: And the First Blood Match?
Skrabz: What about it fam? It ain’t a ting, for real. I got a question though, since it’s first blood it’s anythin' goes right? And the goal is to make the other man bleed right? So how about man brings a shank to the ring and get it done real quick blad?
Jordan Hagan: I don’t think that would be acceptable.
Skrabz: I can hit him with a chair right, or a bat, or get on that Titaness shit and cave his head in with a sledge hammer but a little jookin' with a blade too much for ya?
Jordan Hagan: Quite frankly, yes.
Skrabz: Seen, seen. It ain’t a ting bredder. Man has already made him bleed with nuttin but hands anyway so it standard practice to do it again.
Jordan Hagan: The Rise in Phoenix Pay-Per View is fast approaching and you and Forge are both scheduled to compete in separate matches. With you challenging for the title and Trenton Mitchell taking on “Pretty” Ricky Stanton, how do you see those matches playing out?
Skrabz: Trent in over his head bruv, he punching above his weight, on the real. Ricky Stanton a vet in this game, he been around the block more than a few times, only block Trent been around them rusty engines he always workin' on. I ain’t see nuttin but a Ricky Stanton victory, on the level.
Jordan Hagan: And your title match?
Skrabz: The fuck you think fam? As far as I'm concerned the shit's a foregone conclusion. Man like Skrabz walked in to this company a nobody, some fresh of the plane limey with no rep, but it ain't take me long to build one. Man saw a lot of naysayers and doubters when the title match was made and I've done silenced all but two of 'em. One of them two is gonna find out next week just how hard it is to bitch and complain with a mouth full of blood and the other one has got but two weeks left at the top of the pile before I pull it out from underneath her.
Jordan Hagan: I think that about wraps everything up. Is there anything more you want to add?
Skrabz: One ting fam. Man ain’t doin’ this again. From now on the only interviews man like Skrabz be doin' are with my boy Chris at beer rap and wrestling. You wanna catch mans words you can approach me backstage bredrin, ya seen.
Jordan Hagan: Yes, Ok. I’ve ... seen. Thank you for your time, and thank you ladies and gentleman for joining us too.
Skrabz stands up with urgency, sending his chair sliding across the floor as the scene fades.
Jordan Hagan: Hello ladies and gentleman and thank you for joining us for this special one off sit down interview with the man who will compete against Candi Bratton at The Rise in Phoenix Pay-Per View in just over two weeks time. It is my pleasure to introduce to you Skrabal Stanzas. Skrabz, thank you for joining me today, I have a lot to ask you and I’m sure, as always, you have a lot to say.
Skrabz: Man feels obligated to do this ting ya-nah, so the thank you ain't sit too well but ya-nah man likes to talk so it ain't a ting. So let us cut out the pleasantries and get to it yeah?
Jordan Hagan: As you wish. Getting straight to the point, the first thing I want to ask you about is the wild accusations you were throwing around recently where you accused your boss Robert Mack of being in cahoots with Samantha Hamil...
Skrabz: Really fam? This is what we doin'?
Jordan Hagan: I was going to say, you seem to have taken a step back on that front over the past week and haven’t mentioned it since. Can I ask what changed your mind?
Skrabz: Man is observant ya-nah, sometimes so observant he see shit that ain’t there. It happens, and I let my mouth run away with itself but as for what changed my mind... the shit I was expecting to happen ain’t happen so I have to hold my hands up and say I was wrong. Not only that but it was the bossman himself that freed me from captivity last week after Candi done caged man with the ol' chair under the door handle routine, on some cartoon shit, ya-nah man ain’t think that shit really work but that door was stuck tight fam, no budging.
Jordan Hagan: Speaking of Mr. Mack freeing you, you seemed to be enjoying an exotic cigar when that door was opened, do you really think it’s appropriate to be taking dru...
Skrabz: Medication fam. Man gets that claustrophobia ya-nah? When that door ain't open them walls closed in and I had to alleviate some symptoms.
Jordan Hagan: For someone suffering from claustrophobia you seemed very relaxed when the door was opened.
Skrabz: What can I say bredrin? The medicine good fam, it work well.
Jordan Hagan: When you finally made it to ring you let loose with Mic Checks for everyone, even your tag team partner, what was your thinking there?
Skrabz: My thinkin' was why she trapped man in a room for? Look she ain’t wanna team with me and that’s cool coz man ain't wanna carry her heavy set self either, not really, but I said time and again that I'm about this so ya can put me in there with any and everyone and I'm a do what I do. It’s that simple. I mean look, Me and Sam ain't wanna team with each other a few weeks back but we put that aside and dealt with the ting like professionals, on some grown folk business, coz that's how you do. Handle ya shit in the moment and settle ya differences after. Candi ain't wanna wait though so why should I?
Jordan Hagan: The tag team match saw you suffer your first defeat here in Mile High Wrestling; do you blame Candi Bratton for that?
Skrabz: I mean I could, but man ain't in the habit of assigning blame fam. I accept responsibility for my own failings innit. I was out there eventually and I ain't break up the pin but everyone saw the difference man made once he hit that ring and ya done know it would a been different result if I had been there from the start.
Jordan Hagan: During the tag match you busted Trenton Mitchell's nose, how did it feel to get a measure of revenge after he left you a bloody mess all the way back on episode three?
Skrabz: I ain't really think of like that to be real with you, I ain't go out there trying to make him bleed it just come with the territory. When the fists and boots fly the blood might flow. That’s just the way it go down in the ring ya-nah?
Jordan Hagan: That's certainly the way it will go down next week when the two of you face off in a First Blood Match, what are your thoughts going in to this match?
Skrabz: My thoughts are why a man who ain't care about winning a month ago suddenly got the front to call himself the true champ around here, the shit's a farce if you ask me. The man flip flop more than the president he complain about fam, on a hypocrite vibe, but given the way he always tweeting emotional like a woman I ain’t too surprised. I think man like Forge be spendin' too much time with them biker bitches and it got him actin out like a female, standard.
Jordan Hagan: And the First Blood Match?
Skrabz: What about it fam? It ain’t a ting, for real. I got a question though, since it’s first blood it’s anythin' goes right? And the goal is to make the other man bleed right? So how about man brings a shank to the ring and get it done real quick blad?
Jordan Hagan: I don’t think that would be acceptable.
Skrabz: I can hit him with a chair right, or a bat, or get on that Titaness shit and cave his head in with a sledge hammer but a little jookin' with a blade too much for ya?
Jordan Hagan: Quite frankly, yes.
Skrabz: Seen, seen. It ain’t a ting bredder. Man has already made him bleed with nuttin but hands anyway so it standard practice to do it again.
Jordan Hagan: The Rise in Phoenix Pay-Per View is fast approaching and you and Forge are both scheduled to compete in separate matches. With you challenging for the title and Trenton Mitchell taking on “Pretty” Ricky Stanton, how do you see those matches playing out?
Skrabz: Trent in over his head bruv, he punching above his weight, on the real. Ricky Stanton a vet in this game, he been around the block more than a few times, only block Trent been around them rusty engines he always workin' on. I ain’t see nuttin but a Ricky Stanton victory, on the level.
Jordan Hagan: And your title match?
Skrabz: The fuck you think fam? As far as I'm concerned the shit's a foregone conclusion. Man like Skrabz walked in to this company a nobody, some fresh of the plane limey with no rep, but it ain't take me long to build one. Man saw a lot of naysayers and doubters when the title match was made and I've done silenced all but two of 'em. One of them two is gonna find out next week just how hard it is to bitch and complain with a mouth full of blood and the other one has got but two weeks left at the top of the pile before I pull it out from underneath her.
Jordan Hagan: I think that about wraps everything up. Is there anything more you want to add?
Skrabz: One ting fam. Man ain’t doin’ this again. From now on the only interviews man like Skrabz be doin' are with my boy Chris at beer rap and wrestling. You wanna catch mans words you can approach me backstage bredrin, ya seen.
Jordan Hagan: Yes, Ok. I’ve ... seen. Thank you for your time, and thank you ladies and gentleman for joining us too.
Skrabz stands up with urgency, sending his chair sliding across the floor as the scene fades.
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We are back from commercial break, as “Hardwired” by Metallica hits the speakers and the fans react vociferously, mostly in the negative, as Trenton ‘Forge’ Mitchell walks out onto the stage, dressed in his cut, and jeans over steel-toed black boots. He stops at the top of the ramp, staring out at the masses for a moment with a look of calm disdain before making his way down to the ring.
Ray Hudson: Welcome back, ladies and gentlemen.
Once Forge is inside the ring, he demands a microphone and a chair, snatching both and walking to the center as a spotlight comes on.
Ray Hudson: Forge isn't scheduled to fight until later. He isn't dressed to fight now, anyways. So I don't know what this is about.
Unfolding the chair, Forge takes a seat and leans forward a bit, microphone in hand. “Hardwired” fades out and he slowly composes himself.
Wavy Crockett: He does what he wants, Ray.
Forge: Ricky… Stanton...
A fair number of cheers are given for the man whose network puts Mile High on the airwaves every week. Forge hears each and every one; it makes him want to puke.
Forge: ...can’t be here tonight. He’ll tell you it’s due to business elsewhere in the world. I’m here to tell you it’s because he’s a punk bitch.
Another heavy dose of boos… which brings the grin back.
Forge: Maybe there’s business, maybe there isn’t. I’m here to tell all you sycophants who hang on his every word because of his looks, his money and the bling he surrounds himself with, though… that none of it is going to save him from me at The Rise.
The boos keep on coming but Forge rises, talking over them, forcing them down.
Forge: He’d have you believe that all this is on me, yet from the start I’m the only sonofabitch in Mile High who has been straight up and backed up everything they’ve said. He’d like you to think that I started this when he’s the one who took the first punch. He made the same mistake everyone in that locker room has made: underestimating me. When I loosened his jaw with this here size-sixteen?
Forge stomps that foot on the canvas to emphasize his point.
Forge: That’s when Pretty Bitch realized just how deep in he was. Too late to back out then, though. Because by then I had his scent. I can and will follow that bald-headed, Lex Luthor wannabe everywhere he fucking goes. I’m gonna herd his ass right into that steel cage at The Rise and shave off my pound of flesh from his worthless hide!
A pause, and Forge gives a knowing look toward the locker room.
Forge: Just like I’m going to do to Skrabz later with my bare hands…
A cheer goes up for the number one contender but a glare from the Martyr Machine shuts them down in a hurry!
Forge: But I’ve wasted enough breath over the past few days on our resident rapper. The only thing left is to bust him wide open and prove my dominance… again. Then to take care of the Pretty Bitch… again. Seeing a fucking pattern here? If not, start paying attention!
The boos rain down at a new level but Forge soaks them right up!
Forge: ...and you can bet your sorry asses that I WILL take care of each and every one of them! They’ll learn, just like the rest, that bad things happen when you step in front of the Martyr Machine when he’s on a bloodthirsty rampage. Jagged steel and rock-hard fists… they change lives. They end careers. Watch and fucking learn.
The boos keep right on coming, though the scattered cheers are almost always there as well. Forge, straightening out his cut, puts on a wicked sneer and shifts his attention to the camera directly.
Forge: And after I tear yet another new hole in Skrabz’s face and send Stanton back to crying in his latte and snorting his body weight in white powder? Then? There’s this little situation.
Forge gives his queue to the big screen over the stage, showing live and in living color the finish to the tag team main event last week at Mile High #6. Amid the chaotic war between himself, Robi Mitchell, Skrabz and the Mile High Champion, Candi Bratton, Forge catches the champ in Twisted Steel to take the pin and the victory. But showing it isn’t enough. He had the monkeys in the truck slow it down, exaggerate the sound effects, get some extreme close-ups… the whole shebang.
Wavy Crockett: Forge loves it!! Haha.
Forge finds it hilarious. Just as quickly as he laughs though, his expression goes dark and the grin becomes a grimace.
Forge: I. Want. My. Shot.
Forge points threateningly at the big screen.
Forge: I don’t give a fuck who the champion is, I don’t care how bad they think they are. I will get my opportunity at that title and all the cash that goes with it. And if the Macks don’t give it to me? I will tear every so-called contender a new one just to shove their fucking heads up it until there’s no one left!
The crowd begins a “Candi! Candi!” chant as Forge issues the challenge and it isn’t long before their wish is granted as her grating voice booms across the arena.
Candi Bratton: Shut your fucking mouth!
Wavy Crockett: She's back out here, Ray!!
Candi Bratton is finally showing, trying to push through a layer of security trying to keep her from getting to the ring as they block the aisleway. She is trying to squeeze by, but that doesn’t keep her from running her own mouth.
Candi Bratton: You wanna fight, well, I’ll fight you any goddamned day of any goddamned week in any goddamned place. Doesn’t even have to be in a fucking arena. Wanna meet outside after the show, we can fucking fight in the parking lot. We can fucking fight in the locker room. You name it and I’ll be there. You, Skrabz, Hamilton, and all of you're goddamned sister wives, I haven’t turned down a single challenge. So line them up and I’ll fucking knock them down. And I’ll especially enjoy putting you in you're goddamned place, you ignorant twat!
As much as Candi’s trying, she’s not getting any closer to the ring.
Forge: And that right there is your fucking problem, Candi-Cane.
The nickname gets a rise out of Bratton, who again tries to force her way through the wall of black-shirted humanity to get a piece of the Martyr Machine.
Forge: You need to shut your ball-washer and recognize when you’re in over your head. I’ve already kicked your ass once and the only thing sparing you from worse was the rules… and ensuring that Robi left that match still undefeated. Try stepping to me anywhere but inside this ring and I won’t just beat you… I’ll fucking cripple you, take your pretty trinket there and mount it on front of my hog.
Forge walks to the ropes as if to approach her but as he does another small army of security swarms to ringside, blocking the path between him and the champion! The fans are roaring now, wanting the guards to “let them fight!”
Candi, on the other hand is trying to get through her circus of security, trying to squeeze through, but they are not having it. It’s almost as if they were ordered to keep the two apart for some reason. She finally takes a couple of steps back.
Candi Bratton: I’ve been in this business longer than you’ve had pubic hair, you fucking twit. I know more about this business than you know about women. So if you think you can put me out, then by all means, you go ahead and try.
With that, Candi takes another running start and manages to push back the security just a few feet before they finally push back, as she curses at them. The other security turns back to assist and the lot of them begin to manage to get Candi Bratton moved back towards the entrance to the back.
Candi Bratton: I’ll fucking castrate you, you dimwitted ape.
Candi manages to scream that out before she’s forced backstage as the fans are chanting her name over and over again.
Forge: Worry about dealing with what’s left of Skrabz after tonight, bitch. And take notes. Because anything I do to him, you’re catching in spades.
“Hardwired” hits as Forge leaves the ring to a mixed reaction, his stare enough to keep the security detail back several inches as he makes his way backstage.
Ray Hudson: We'll be back with more action, after this break.
We fade to a commercial break.
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