IWA: Scarborough Heritage Wrestling #3

[Solomon Graham]

 

Air Date: July 31st, 2020
Original taping date: July 18th, 2020 

Location: Solomon Graham’s home 

City: Scarborough, Ontario, Canada 

Special Guest Commentator: “Late Night” Allen Graham 

Crowd Capacity: Approx. 50 (mostly students from the training facility) 

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LATE NIGHT - Welcome everyone, to the THIRD installment of IWA: Scarborough Heritage Wrestling, coming to you this time from my son’s backyard (for now, at least. SHW will be back in U of T Scarborough in no time, fans)! Today, we host the SHW Openweight Tag Team championship Gauntlet! 9 teams will enter, but only one team will leave with the Tag Team championship! Now, let’s take it to our ring announcer, Johnny Warren, currently positioned outside the ring. 

WARREN - The following contest is a Tag Team Gauntlet match! In this match, nine Tag Teams will partake in a Gauntlet. Two teams will start out, and once one of the Teams is eliminated, then the next team will come out and so forth until all teams have entered the match and the last team standing will be crowned the FIRST… SHW Openweight Tag Team champions!!! Not only that, but this contest… will have a SPECIAL ENFORCER!!!! 

The small crowd cheers in response. Then, suddenly… 

 

“How to Play (Melee)” as ripped by SilvaGunner hits and out comes a man, sporting blonde hair, a big beard, a get-up that’s similar to Marty McFly, and a Golden Powerglove. This chap receives a MASSIVE pop.  

WARREN - Introducing the Special Enforcer for this match, from Norwich, UK, he is an Ontario Indy Wresting sensation… “THE GAME MASTER” JAKE!!! TRRRRAAAAAVIIIIISS!!!!! 

LATE NIGHT - Man, it’s been a LONG time since I last saw this kid, however, tonight he’s not here to compete, he is here to enforce. Make sure that shenanigans don’t happen! 

Jake Travis then makes his way to the ring, hopping onto the ring apron, wiping his feet and then stepping into the ring. He then looks at the significantly small crowd, before shooting his right arm into the air. He then lowers his arm, before stating (just to address the Elephant in the room)... 

“Yes, tha’s righ’. I ‘ave officially signed with the IWA, and SHW…” 

Crowd: YAY!!! HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT! 

“Now… I came ‘ere for one reason: To get a glimpse into what life with the FWA will be like. Because yes… once I’ve met the 20-match quota in my contrahct, I am going STRAIGHT... to the FWA! But with that out of the way… le’s kick this off, shall we?”  

 

The fans pop and “Raw Deal (James Hebert’s “Juggalo” edit)” by Twiztid hits. 

“J-U-Double G-A-L-O 

J-U-Double G-A-L-O!” 

At which point the song’s first verse kicks in and we see a vehicle pull up to the scene and the two juggalos are seated inside the car, with Masamune behind the wheel! 

WARREN - Introducing first, the first team to enter this match: Hailing from the Wickd City, weighing in at a combined weight of 300 lbs, THE WICKD CIIITYYYYY CLOWNS!!!! 

Masamune parks the car, and the two unbuckle their seatbelts and hop out of the car, bringing with them two bottles of Faygo. 

LATE NIGHT - Good fucking God!! They just HAD to go overboard with it, didn’t they!? 

They shake up the bottles REAL good, before opening them up. The Faygo just completely erupts from the two bottles, completely showering the audience in Orange Faygo… BIG MISTAKE, as the fans turn on them.  

LATE NIGHT - These guys are such garbage! Don’t even know how to work the marks, do ya?! I wonder why Solomon even employs them? 

Once the Faygo showers are done, they roll into the ring. Masamune tries to start a “WHOOP WHOOP” chant, but the fans are pissed from getting Faygo sprayed on them, so they turn on him. J-Blue quickly goes to the apron. 

LATE NIGHT - Masamune, getting the exact reaction he deserves! 

The Clowns wait for their opponents to be, when suddenly… 

 

“Hammer Bros. Theme” as ripped by SilvaGunner hits, and out come… THE DING DONGS?!?! 

LATE NIGHT - WHAT?!?! How did MY son… manage to get the DING DONGS?!? 

They receive a BIG TIME pop, even bigger than the Juggalos (who’ve thunk it? The Ding Dongs are actually over). They walk to the ring in the style of the Bushwhackers, walking around the ring approx. three times. 

WARREN - And their opponents, the second team to enter this match: From the Bell Tower, weighing in at a combined weight of 420 lbs… THEEEEEE DING DOOOONGS!!! 

The Ding Dongs then step up onto the ring apron, wiping their feet before stepping into the ring. They raise their hands in the air, to a very positive reaction from the fans, to which they give a thumbs up, before getting into their corner. They play Rock, Paper, Scissors to determine which Ding Dong will face Masamune. The one on the right uses Dynamite and automatically wins, granting him the right to face Masamune. 

DING DING DING

MATCH 1 OF THE GAUNTLET: 

The Wickd City Clowns (J-Blue and Masamune) vs. The Ding Dongs 

Referee: Mark Hill 

Enforcer: “The Game Master” Jake Travis 

This one’s over rather quickly, as the legal Ding Dong eats a MASSIVE Side Superkick from Masamune, which bodies him (and may have also been a botch, considering he bleeds because of it). The other one then eats a Superkick from Mass as well (this one is less of a botch) and it allows Masamune to make the cover. 

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DING DING DING 

Winners (and advancing in the gauntlet): The Wickd City Clowns 

LATE NIGHT - REALLY!? The greatest team of all time, The Goddamn Ding-Dongs, can’t beat Juggalo Trash?! C’MOOOOON!!!!!! 

The Clowns are awaiting the next opponents, all the while the Ding Dongs are making their way out of the ring, and to the back. The small crowd has started a “YOU SUCK!” chant for the Juggalos. 

LATE NIGHT - Damn right, they do! 

 

“Shooting Star” by Black Stone Cherry hits and out come the Stryker Bros., who immediately hit the ring and beat the piss outta the clowns.  

DING DING DING  

WARREN - And the third team to enter the match, hailing from St. Louis, Missouri, weighing in at a combined weight of 400 lbs… Damon and Jordan, THE STRYKER BROTHERS!!! 

MATCH NO. 2: 

The Stryker Bros. vs. The Wickd City Clowns 

Referee: Mark Hill 

Special Enforcer: “The Game Master” Jake Travis 

This one’s also rather quick, as Jordan (the illegal man) takes out J-Blue, while Damon (the legal man) just beats the piss outta Masamune, even drawing blood. Then, he ends the match by locking in the Anaconda Vise, and forcing Masamune to tap out. 

DING DING DING 

Winners (and advancing in the gauntlet): The Stryker Bros. 

LATE NIGHT - Man, the Strykers proving their brilliance as a team, there. Jordan took out J-Blue in a matter of seconds, and Damon just finished the job, making Masa-puke-eh do the job, to that submission hold! What masterful teamwork. 

Damon then gets to his feet and BOOTS Masamune out of the ring, while Jordan gets J-Blue to his feet and throws him right into the wooded area, not really caring where he goes, before turning his attention to Masamune, bringing him towards the wooded and carelessly tossing him in as well. Damon then shouts to the back, while leaning on the top rope and pointing to the curtain set up over the back door of Solomon Graham’s house.  

“We don’t give a SHIT who’s back there, or whoever’s nixt!! We’re out here to wen those belts and destroy ALL of yew FUCKS in the process! So, whichever two of yew bottom-feedin’ pukes back there wants to come out here and beat us, go ahead and fuckin’ trah!” 

Before turning and flipping off Jake Travis, who returns the favour by calling Damon a “bloody fuckin’ cunt!”, which results in Damon mouthing off to him about how “if yew want an asskickin’ too, yer goin’ the right way about it, buttercup!” and Jake invites him to fight, getting up out of his chair. “C’mon then, bruv. Yew wanna talk tough, then back it up! C’mon…” but Damon declines, stating that he needs to focus on the Tag belts, and that they’ll fight later. 

“Fine, ‘ave it yohr way… pussy!” 

Damon looks like he’s ready to blow, but he somehow manages to keep himself in check, as Jordan hops back onto the ring apron. Damon then backs up into his team’s corner, awaiting the next challengers. Then, suddenly, we hear… 

 

“Stuck On You” by Elvis Presley, and out comes Moondog Ivan… with a completely new wrestler. 

LATE NIGHT - Hey, the Moondog has made this match! He was originally supposed to team with Jeremy Flash, but Jeremy’s been MIA since that match with Oni-Sama! Kudos to the Moondog for finding a replacement, but just who is this guy? 

WARREN - And the fourth team to enter this match, hailing from Parts Unknown and weighing in at a combined weight of … Ivan and Brody: THEEEE MOOOOONDOOOOGS!!!! 

LATE NIGHT - OH-ho! It’s ANOTHER Moondog!! How quaint! 

The Moondogs communicate by barking to each other. It’s not *quite* clear what it is they’re saying, but they come to an agreement and start chanting “BOOT! BOOT! BOOT!” in an attempt to get the fans to chant with them… and the attempt is successful, as the fans chant with them “BOOT! BOOT! BOOT!”.  

LATE NIGHT - Can you hear that? That’s the sound of the “It” Factor, serving its purpose WONDERFULLY!!! 

The ‘dogs get onto the ring apron (using the middle rope to pull themselves up) and then step into the ring. Damon and Jordan both just lay back, letting the Moondogs enjoy this moment while they can, the Moondogs stomping around the ring, barking in a rhythm… until Jordan enters the ring and both Stryker Bros. live up to their name by STRYKING the Moondogs from behind (Damon striking Ivan, Jordan striking Brody) 

LATE NIGHT - Oh, what a fuckin’ cheap shot!! What a pearl harbour job! 

DING DING DING 

MATCH NO 3: 

The Moondogs vs. The Stryker Bros. 

Referee: Mark Hill 

Special Enforcer: “The Game Master” Jake Travis 

This one is pretty back and forth, as the Strykers attempt the same strategy as before, only for the Moondogs to fight back. Jordan attempts to lift Brody up for the Brainbuster, but he’s too heavy. Meanwhile, Damon attempts to brawl with Ivan in the ring, only for that to fail miserably as Ivan brawls back, and does a fairly good job of it, nailing Damon with some STIFF punches. 

LATE NIGHT - Goddamn! Damon Stryker tried to take the fight to Ivan, but Ivan’s just taking the fight right back! 

Ivan punches Damon right into the ropes, before grabbing his arm, shooting him off---NO!! Damon reverses it, sending Ivan into the ropes! And on the rebound… MASSIVE Lariat, takes the Moondog right off his feet!! 

LATE NIGHT - OOOOOOoooohhh!!! So Stiff… 

Damon then grabs the Moondog by the back of the head and pulls him to his feet, before pointing at Jake Travis at ringside and going “This one’s for you, girly boy.” which receives massive amounts of heat, as he brings both of Ivan’s arms into a Straightjacket position, pulls his head into the Front Facelock position, and NAILS him with the Straightjacket DDT, before going for the pin. 

1. 

2--NO!!! Ivan gets his foot on the ropes… and Jake is the one who points it out.  

LATE NIGHT - Good job, Jake Travis! Making sure the rules are enforced. 

Damon leaves the pinning position, getting up to mouth off to Jake once again. Jake states that he was only doing his job, but Damon makes it clear: The next time Jake gets involved, he’s gonna take a beating… but by that point, Ivan has gotten to his feet and… HE ATTACKS DAMON FROM BEHIND!! He pulls out the doggie bone from the front of his shorts! 

LATE NIGHT - God, Hill, why didn’t you fuckin’ check ‘im for that?! That’s a foreign object, dammit! 

Then, Ivan shoots off the ropes and NAILS Damon with the Boner, all the while the referee’s back is turned, trying to help Jake break up the chaos on the outside! Ivan then gets up and celebrates like he’s just achieved something… but little does he or anyone else notice that an unwanted guest has slipped into the ring. 

LATE NIGHT - Huh?!?! GUYS, THERE’S SOMEBODY IN THE RING!!!! 

But they don’t seem to hear Late Night’s outcry, and this unwanted guest, who was later identified by his mask to be a wrestler by the name of DOKUSENKO, attacks Ivan from behind, before pulling him in and laying him out with a MASSIVE Codebreaker!  

LATE NIGHT - C’mon, you’re telling me you DIDN’T notice that, Hill!?!? YOU’RE STANDING IN THE RING, AND YOU DON’T FEEL THE COMMOTION BEHIND YOU?!?!? 

He then drags Damon on top of Ivan and makes a swift exit from the ring (and the property, as a whole. In fact, it’s almost like he vanished into thin air). Jake notices what’s going on in the ring, and quickly alerts Mark Hill to it, telling him that he’ll get the other two under control. The minute Mark Hill turns around, he goes to count it. 

LATE NIGHT - No, c’mon!! Not like this! 

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DING DING DING 

LATE NIGHT - DAAAAMN!!!!! 

Winners (and advancing in the Gauntlet): The Stryker Bros. 

Jake is eventually able to separate the two, by knocking out Jordan and petting Brody. After hearing the result, he takes Brody to the back and gives him a doggie biscuit (awww!). He then comes back out to retrieve Ivan, and helps him to the back as well.  

LATE NIGHT - That was such a Pearl Harbour job. DAMMIT!! I think Sol needs to have a stern talking-to with that Hill kid, tell him to get his shit together! 

Eventually, the ringside area is cleared and Damon is back on his feet… but he’s clearly exhausted. Jordan is still knocked out on the outside. Damon quickly assesses his situation, realizing that his brother is knocked out on the outside… he decides to go the next match alone, calling out whoever’s next to come out from the back… then… 

 

“Symphony of Destruction” hits and out come The War Dogs, Craig Braxton and Nick Braden. They survey the sight around them.  

LATE NIGHT - Ooooh shit… Damon’s in trouble now... 

They seem a bit disgusted, and with good reason. This is their first booking with SHW… and it’s taking place from their boss’s backyard? Not only that, but they take notice of the fact that Damon’s all alone, with Jordan still being knocked out. Craig Braxton proceeds down to the ring, with Nick Braden following close behind.  

WARREN - And the fifth team to enter this match, weighing in at a combined weight of 480 lbs… Craig Braxton, Nick Braden… THEEEEE WAAAAAR DOOOOGS!!! 

The minute they get to the ring, they hop onto the ring apron and step through the ropes… before Craig Braxton runs up and immediately boots Damon right in the stomach, taking him down with a FIERCE forearm to the back!  

DING DING DING 

MATCH NO. 4 

The War Dogs vs. The Stryker Bros. 

Referee: Mark Hill 

Special Enforcer: “The Game Master” Jake Travis 

He then lifts him back up and NAILS him with the War Crime (Big Ending), before going for the pin. 

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LATE NIGHT - Well, that was quick! 

Winners (and advancing in the Gauntlet): The War Dogs 

But they’re not through, as Craig lifts Damon back up, and motions for Nick Braden to enter the ring, which he does. The two men then take turns beating poor Damon senseless and nailing him with finish after finish, all the while Jake just watches (probably to let Damon learn his lesson). 

LATE NIGHT - The War Dogs are just continuing to beat down on Damon Stryker, and Jake Travis is doing nothing to stop it. I guess that’s what Damon gets for running his mouth and starting something he knows he can’t finish! 

Eventually, they pull him up one more time and this time, they nail with a Tag Finisher… The Final Mission (Last Chapter)! They then boot him out of the ring, leaving Jake Travis to clean up the mess. While he does, the next team enters… 

 

“In The Middle Of It Now” hits and out come the Coaches, Guitano Fury and Gerry Graham, prepared in their track jackets and matching ring gear (black trunks, black knee pads and wrestling shoes).  

LATE NIGHT - Oh yes! My brother… GERALD C. GRAHAM… and Guitano Fury, the BEST trainer our school has! THE COACHES!! And they’re here to teach these marines a lesson in Professional Wrestling. 

We see that Gerry Graham is sporting a clean-shaven face as opposed to his usually bearded appearance. The two men stretch a little bit, before looking at each other and nodding in agreement, at which point they make their way to the ring. 

WARREN - And the sixth team to enter this match, from Toronto, Canada, weighing in at a combined weight of 562 lbs… Guitaon Fury, Gerry Graham… THEEEEEEE COACHEEESS!!!! 

Gerry makes his way over to the fans, shaking each of their hands and even giving a few fist bumps. Meanwhile, Gui is on the apron, and he wipes his feet before stepping between the ropes. He looks across at the War Dogs, gives them the once over, and simply states…  

“It looks like you guys need a few lessons.” 

He then scoffs, before cracking his knuckles as he says… 

“Well, luckily for you…” 

He then stretches out his arms and legs. 

“Class is now in session. So, you’ll wanna prepare for some hands-on lear--” He can’t even finish his sentence as Craig Braxton has SMACKED him down to the mat with a THUNDEROUS right hand! 

DING DING DING

MATCH NO. 5 

The Coaches vs. The War Dogs 

Referee: Mark Hill 

Special Enforcer: “The Game Master” Jake Travis 

The sound of the right hand catches Gerry’s attention and he notices that the War Dogs are ganging up on Guitano, and just stomping the SHIT outta him. Swiftly, Gerry runs over to the ring, hops up onto the ring apron, wipes his feet, and gets in there to help Guy out. He hops onto Nick Braden’s back and pounds the shit out of him, but Nick overhead tosses him down to the mat, before giving him a good STOMP for his troubles… only to refocus the attack back to Guy. 

LATE NIGHT - Now, see, this is just VICIOUS, it’s RUTHLESS! I doubt either of the Coaches are gonna walk outta this one. 

But Gerry gets up and hops right back onto Braden’s back, continuing to beat down on the back of Braden’s head, but this time, Braden backs him into the nearest corner, before turning around and stomping away at his gut! 

LATE NIGHT - Goddammit!! Somebody needs to restore order to this match! 

Immediately, Jake Travis gets out of his seat and rolls into the ring to do something about this, but quickly he thinks twice about it, as the War Dogs cease their attack on the Coaches and turn their attention to him. They don’t attack right away, but they utilize their intimidating stature to scare Travis into exiting the ring and letting them carry on with what they were doing. Travis holds his hands up in a “Whoa, hold up” sorta way and says “Alright… I’ll leave yew two alone…” before swiftly exiting the ring.  

LATE NIGHT - COWARD!!!! 

But Jake Travis pays no mind to Late Night’s shaming, as the War Dogs then continue their attack on the Coaches… but NO!!! As Guitano pokes the eyes of Craig Braxton while he’s bent down to bring Guy to his feet, and Gerry is back on his feet, and back on Braden’s back, beating the shit outta him once more! 

LATE NIGHT - And just like that, the Coaches have turned the tides BACK in their favour! 

Guitano continues to bring the fight to Braxton’s doorstep, as he punches him into the ropes, before shooting him off and NAILING him with a MASSIVE Back Body Drop! Meanwhile, Nick Braden has once again flung Gerry Graham off of him, but this time, Gerry’s tumble was to the outside of the ring. Braden follows him to the outside and they continue to brawl. Meanwhile on the inside of the ring, Guitano maintains control, by stomping down on Craig Braxton while he’s down, and leaning on the top rope as he does so. 

LATE NIGHT - Goddamn! Most vicious stomps this side of Ontario, right there! 

Eventually, Guitano gets Braxton back to his feet and brings him back to the middle of the ring. He lifts him up and NAILS him with a MASSIVE One-Handed Spinebuster, before going for the pin. 

1. 

NO!!! Braxton kicks out! 

Meanwhile, on the outside of the ring, Nick has Gerry by the throat and he’s just slapping him around. But eventually, he pulls him in and NAILS him with “Dont Tread On Me!” (Swinging Reverse STO)... RIGHT ON THE RING APRON! 

LATE NIGHT - NOT THE HARDEST PART OF THE RING, YOU ANIMAL!!!! 

Gerry’s head collides with a sickening THUD and his head BOUNCES right off! It’s safe to say that he’s out. With that, Braden slides back into the ring, where Guitano is continuing the assault on Craig Braxton. However, as Braden is entering the ring, he catches some unwanted attention in the form of a Fired Up Guitano Fury, who runs over and catches him with a boot to the head while he’s entering the ring! 

LATE NIGHT - Nothing gets passed Guitano, lemme tell ya! 

Guitano then stomps down on Braden with some VICIOUS stomps, before eventually alternating between stomping Braden and stomping Braxton, simply to keep them both down. Though, eventually, he does get a bit tired (he is an older gentleman, after all), and he has to exit the ring in order to catch his breath. He leans on the ring post as he does so.  

LATE NIGHT - Man, The War Dogs are taking a bit to get to their feet. I doubt they’re used to taking that much of a beating, I mean, they’ve been pretty dominant over the US’ wrestling scene for a long time. 

Nevertheless, Craig Braxton gets to his feet first, then Nick Braden. And when they do, they are LIVID! Craig looks around until he eventually spots Guitano resting on the outside of the ring… where he stomps over, grabs Guitano by the hair and pulls him back into the ring.  

LATE NIGHT - Oh, C’MON!! LET THE GUY REST, DAMMIT! 

But alas, they do not, and instead Braxton brings him in and both he and Braden NAIL Guitano with the Final Mission (Last Chapter), and Braxton goes for the pin. 

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DING DING DING 

Winners (And advancing in the Gauntlet): The War Dogs 

And the War Dogs don’t let up, as Braxton once again brings Guitano to his feet, looking to once again hit him with the Final Mission… but NO!!! Jake Travis slides into the ring, with his chair in his hands and… HE FIGHTS THEM WITH THE CHAIR, smashing it across the back of Craig Braxton, before turning it on Nick Braden.  

LATE NIGHT - Finally! He’s manning the fuck up and dealing with these assholes! 

He smashes it over both Braden and Braxton’s backs so many times, until eventually he drops the chair on the outside of the ring, before helping the Coaches to the back. 

 

“Superman” by Bush hits and out come Mr. E and Ian Dempsey. Dempsey looks entirely too comfortable to be there, and Mr. E remains stoic as ever. They receive a bit of a positive reaction, despite not really wanting it (or seeking it). 

LATE NIGHT - Ian Dempsey has become an absolute joke! Look at him! Once upon a time, this guy was the Television champion, the Tag Team champion (2 times, no less)! Hell, he even won the Hardcore title twice, back when that mattered, but now look at him… he’s a scrub, who allows his Tag partner to beat him up! Personally, I blame the “DUD” belt he “won” during Christmas Chaos. That whole match was idiotic! 

WARREN - And the seventh team to enter this match, residing in Gorilla City, weighing in at an unknown combined weight, they are Mr. E and Ian Dempsey… THEEEEEEE AAAAAAAPEEEEEEX!!!!!! 

They pose by the entrance curtain, before slowly walking to the ring… but they have barely any time to make it there as Mr. E is run down by a car! A black car that came from the fucking woods! Dempsey looks absolutely shell-shocked… and the fans share that feeling with him, when out from the Driver’s seat steps… IAN DEMPSEY?!?! HUH!?! 

LATE NIGHT - Hold on!! WHAT’S GOING ON, HERE?! 

From the passenger seat, comes none other than an FWA mainstay, Donald Dream. This other Dempsey, the one that just ran down Mr. E… he looks over at Ian, with such a menacing glare. Ian quakes and his lip quivers with fear, as tears fill his eyes. 

“No… no please, I’m sorry! I won’t do it again, I swear! Just please don’t hurt me… Ian…” 

LATE NIGHT - WOAH, Hold the phone!! Did I just hear Dempsey, the one we saw with Mr. E… did I just hear him call that guy… IAN!?!? Is that… is that an impostor?!?! 

By this point, the one in fear is on his knees, begging for mercy. The one standing tall, dominant, over him, creeping closer and closer… close enough to lean in and really threaten him. 

“Your days of being MY impostor are OVER… brother…” 

LATE NIGHT - BROTHER?!?! 

He then wraps his arm around his head and pulls him up, before hooking the arm, lifting him up and then NAILING him with the Golden Rule (Single Underhook Falcon Arrow), rendering him completely unconscious. He then turns his attention to everyone on the property at that exact moment. 

“That’s right, folks! I am the REAL… Ian Dempsey! And I’ve been gone, working in places like Mexico and Japan, to build up my status and hone my abilities even further! But, in the meantime… Solomon NEEDED me here! He didn't want to admit it, but he did… so, what does he do…? He gets an impostor, and not even a trained one, at that. Not only that… but he puts on a mask, and tries to HUMILIATE myself, AND Donald Dream...” 

Shock. Complete shock from the audience. 

LATE NIGHT - Noooo…. You don’t mean…? 

“Oh yes! Your beloved Solomon Graham… was the man under the Mr. E gimmick ALL ALONG!!!” 

Crowd: BULL-SHIT! BULL-SHIT! BULL-SHIT! 

“You need more than that? Here… I’ll PROVE it to you! DON!! Remove the man’s mask...” 

Donald Dream then brings Mr. E back to his feet, before getting him in a chokehold. Mr. E struggles and fights all he can, but it’s no use, as Dream grabs the mask and rips it right off of the guy’s face… to reveal that yes, in fact, Mr. E and Solomon Graham, were one in the same! 

LATE NIGHT - NOOOOOO!!!! 

“Yes… and THIS…” 

He then signals to the man who’s identical in all things except fashion choice and hair colour. 

“Is my Identical Twin Brother, Jay!!” 

Even more shock. 

“He and Solomon conspired against The Apex, all as a matter of revenge! Revenge… because we abandoned Solomon, for being a weak leader! So, what does he do? He tries to humiliate us… and this…”  

He motions to the carnage around him 

“Is the end result… so make of that what you will,but the point is… The Apex is stronger than ever now that Solomon Graham and Blair Sigma are no longer in the picture… and to back that up, we came… with back-up...” 

Ian smirks, as two men exit the back seat of that car… in fact… it’s the other two OG members of the Apex! Leon Kage and Paralysis! They stand alongside Ian and Dream. 

“And for the record… we WILL continue to expand. Solomon…” 

He turns his eyes to his left side, but doesn’t look behind him. In fact, he doesn’t turn around at all.  

“Just so that you know… the man who pays your way, the man who keeps these two shows alive… he’s on OUR side now, and it will only be a matter of time before WE’RE the ones running the show around here… until then, Kage. Paralysis… you know what to do…” 

Dream then lets go of Sol, who gets completely clawed at like he’s some hunk of meat! Leon Kage and Paralysis are fucking relentless in their assault, clawing on Graham, stomping down on him, they even shove him against Ian’s car. But it all culminates in Kage NAILING Graham with Not In Kansas (Spinning Sit-Out Powerbomb), before Kage and Paralysis enter the car once more, and Ian speeds off onto the street (nearly knocking tons of shit over in the process). The car speeds away, until it’s completely out of sight.  

At that point, Jake Travis returns to the scene, seemingly ready to take out whatever’s just arrived, but all he can see is the chaos before him and poor Solomon Graham in Mr. E’s attire. He acts quickly, checking on both men. It’s easy to rule that they can’t compete, though, and he quickly gets them to the back. By this point, the War Dogs are back on their feet, and they don’t seem to be aware of exactly what’s just happened, but Mark Hill quickly fills them in, before declaring that they have been awarded the victory in that match by default.  

Winners (and advancing in the Gauntlet): The War Dogs 

This earns a LOT of heat from the fans, but the Dogs don’t seem to pay much mind to it. They simply wait for the next opponents.  

 

“Surrender The Night” hits and out comes Platinum Honour (Andrew Cross and Alex North). They waste no time, as they hit the ring and take the fight right to the War Dogs’s doorstep, seemingly playing their masterfully. The War Dogs, having just gone through one of the most hellacious matches in their entire Tag Team career, seem to be a bit delirious and don’t really know how to handle Platinum Honour (and in fairness, they’ve had little time to prepare for them and no tape to study). 

DING DING DING 

WARREN - And the eighth team to enter this match, weighing in at a combined weight of 415 lbs, Andrew Cross and Alex North…. PLATINUM! HONOUR!!!!! 

MATCH NO. 6: 

Platinum Honour vs. The War Dogs 

Referee: Mark Hill 

Special Enforcer: “The Game Master” Jake Travis 

This one is somewhat quick, as opposed to trying to out wrestle the War Dogs, PH simply tries to out brawl the War Dogs, which ultimately turns out to be the best choice as it’s what ultimately gains them the advantage… but not without Alex and Andrew taking their licks, as well. Even after having taken vicious chair shots to the head, they still get up and they still fight to their heart's content, not stopping until they genuinely cannot go further, at which point Alex backs Craig Braxton into the ropes and shoots him off. On the rebound, he POPS him into the air… at which point, Andrew Cross steps in and NAILS Craig with a MASSIVE Superkick! Alex then goes for the pin. 

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DING DING DING 

Winners (and advancing to the final match of the Gauntlet): Platinum Honour 

Alex stays in the ring, telling Andrew to go to the apron. That unlike the other teams, they’re gonna do things the RIGHT way, by having a traditional Tag Team match. Andrew nods his head and steps through the ring ropes, standing on the apron. Alex then states that “There’s only ONE team left in the back, and we already know who it is! So Adrian Graves, Tony Randell, GET YOUR ASSES OUT HERE SO WE CAN KICK ‘EM BACK TO AMERICA!!!” and the fans pop. They’re ready to see some fuckin’ ACTION!!! At this point, we also notice that Late Night has returned to the commentary booth. 

LATE NIGHT - I’m back… I’m sorry about that folks, I had to cool off after seeing my son get obliterated. 

 

“Still (Die Muthafucka)” hits the speakers, and out comes the American Nightmare. Adrian Graves and Tony Randell, along with Ed Justice and his red megaphone. Ed presses a button on the Megaphone, and suddenly a siren goes off. They make their way to the ring slowly as the fans boo them, and as Ed sings the praises of his clients. 

WARREN - And the FINAL team in the Gauntlet, accompanied by Ed Justice, wrestling out of Las Vegas, NV, weighing in at a combined weight of 524 lbs… Adrian Graves and Tony Randell… THE AMERICAN NIGHTMARE!!!! 

Adrian hops onto the ring apron, before stepping into the ring. Tony walks around to the other corner, grabs the top rope, pulls himself up onto the ring apron and grabs the Tag rope in the turnbuckle, ready to tag at any moment. Before the match even starts, Jake Travis throws Ed Justice out! Justice and even the American Nightmare themselves argue with him.  

LATE NIGHT - Jake Travis, trying to get rid of Ed Justice and for good reason, too! That kid is more trouble than he’s worth. 

He yells at him through the megaphone that “I’M THEIR MANAGER!!! I HAVE TO BE OUT HERE!!” 

But Travis stands firm, sighting that he’s here to make sure that absolutely NO nonsense happens and “Quite frankly, you can’t be trusted, you wily twat!”  

That only pisses Justice off even more. He goes to strike Jake down using the megaphone, but Jake ducks it and when Justice turns back around, he eats a MASSIVE Knee Strike, RIGHT to the jaw! He then picks him back up and throws him into the wooded area near the ringside area, before returning to his seat and giving the go ahead to start the match.  

LATE NIGHT - Yeah, go sleep with the Juggalo trash, you fuck! 

At that point, Mark Hill points to North, asking if he’s ready… and Alex states that yes, he is ready! Hill then points to Graves, asking if he’s ready… and Graves gives a half nod. Hill then signals for the bell, officially starting the match. 

DING DING DING 

LATE NIGHT - And this match-up is officially underway! 

FINAL MATCH: 

Platinum Honour vs. The American Nightmare 

Referee: Mark Hill 

Special Enforcer: “The Game Master” Jake Travis 

SHW Openweight Tag Team championship 

This one starts off hot, with Alex North and Adrian Graves. The chaining between the two of them is something impressive, as they string together an impressive string of holds, ranging from Headlocks, to Wristlocks, to even a few proper submissions… but it’s cut off when Alex wraps his arms around the waist of Adrian Graves and lifts him up, NAILING him with a MASSIVE German Suplex, which he bridges into a pin attempt. 

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2---NO!!! Adrian rolls backwards and manages to get out of the pin! 

LATE NIGHT - Goddamn pal! The action we’re seeing here is EXTRAORDINARY!!! 

Both Alex and Adrian get to their feet, and Adrian runs at Alex with a clothesline attempt, but Alex goes under and reverses into another MASSIVE German, but he hangs on, bringing him back to his feet and… ANOTHER GERMAN!!! He hangs on one last time, pulls him back to his feet and… ONE LAST GERMAN, and this time, it’s a Release German! As Adrian is reeling from that Suplex, Alex brings him to his feet and tags out to Cross.  

LATE NIGHT - See? That’s a fuckin’ TAG TEAM, there! Utilizing the Tag and everything! 

Cross enters the ring and… NAILS Adrian with an Enziguri! 

LATE NIGHT - Oh, you can hear that foot connect with the back of Graves’ head!! Cross, man, lemme tell ya, he’s not a slouch. He comes to us from Dublin, Ireland, and he knows how to fuckin’ fight. 

Cross then continually NAILS Adrian with the precision strikes (namely kicks to the knee, shin, and other parts of the leg), before delivering a MASSIVE Spinning Back Kick right to the chest of Graves, which sends him flying back into his own corner. At that point, Adrian tags out to the Big Man, Tony Randell. Tony wipes his feet before stepping over the top rope and walking towards the centre of the ring. The 6’8” Randell TOWERS over the (approx.) 5’9” Irishman, as the two exchange words with one another, as Jake Travis watches on the outside with great interest.  

LATE NIGHT - These two teams have been at it for months, and even beyond as North and Graves have history as well. Things are definitely heated between them… MY GOD!!! He just shoved that kid! 

Eventually, push comes to shove and Tony shoves Cross back into the ropes… However, Cross rebounds and takes out Tony’s leg with a Claymore-like Kick. Cross then takes a flurry of kicks RIGHT to Tony’s chest! He then tags back out to Alex, who comes in and boots Tony’s chest… NO!!! Tony catches his leg, bringing it under his arm, as he THRUSTS his open hand right to the chest of Alex, lifts him up and SLAMS him back down! 

LATE NIGHT - HOLY SHIT!!!! WHAT A MANEUVER!!!!! 

Tony grabs North by the head and YANKS him up to his feet, before roughly shoving him back into the corner of the Nightmare, and CHOPPING away at his chest! Leaving no room for the fans to breath, he just chops and chops and chops. And eventually, with a blood-covered hand, he tags out to Graves, who comes in and repeatedly boots Alex’s gut while he’s in the corner. He then takes a break to taunt the significantly smaller crowd, before flipping off Cross. Cross steps through the ropes, looking to confront Graves, who points to Cross and yells at Referee Mark Hill to do his job and make sure Cross exits the ring. 

LATE NIGHT - Oh, now that’s just dirty! Granted, my brothers used to do that all the time, but STILL!! 

While Mark Hill is preoccupied with Cross and trying to make sure he gets back to the apron, Adrian slaps both of his hands together, and Tony enters the ring. They both take turns beating North like a Redheaded stepchild. From hard slaps to the back of the neck (coming from Tony), to straight up THROAT JABS (coming from Adrian), they do it all, before Adrian can quickly exit the ring. Hill is eventually able to get Cross back onto the apron. When he turns around, he is none the wiser as to what happened. He is confused as to why Adrian’s on the apron and Tony is in the ring, but he thinks twice about making Tony exit the ring.  

LATE NIGHT - HE’S NOT THE LEGAL MAN, HILL!!! MAKE HIM GO BACK TO THE APRON!! 

Hill hears all of Late Night’s shouting (it’s hard not to when you’re in a backyard and you’re in close proximity), and he looks over, shaking his head and shrugging, stating that he doesn’t wanna die. 

LATE NIGHT - AARRGH…. You SPINELESS COWARD!!!! 

Jake Travis shakes his head at what he’s seen. Out of both disgust and an urge to do something about it. Tony just continues reigning down SLAP after SLAP to Alex’s neck, before dummying him around the ring (almost like he thinks he’s ALPHA or something), before just completely laying him out with a Lariat… NO!!! Alex ducks and goes behind, looking to lift him with another German…  

LATE NIGHT - He’s trying to lift Tony Randell?! Call me a pessimist, but this isn’t gonna work. 

And work… it does not. He tries, summoning all of his strength, but he can’t do it. Tony laughs at Alex’s misfortune, swinging both of his arms around, grabbing Alex by the back of the neck and PLANTING him face first on the mat, with a Reverse Chokeslam!! 

LATE NIGHT - Okay, he’s gotta be finished after that. C’mon Tony, just let it be over! 

But Late Night’s words fall on deaf ears, as Tony decides that what he’s just done is not enough, as he drags Alex into the corner of the Nightmare, and tags out to Adrian, who hops over the top rope and drops a MASSIVE Knee, right on Alex’s still bleeding chest! 

LATE NIGHT - OOOh…!! That was BRUTAL! 

From there, Adrian picks him back up and LEVELS him with a Spinebuster… before getting up on his feet, and once again taunting Andrew Cross. Andrew Cross does enter the ring once more, but this time he tries to lunge after Adrian, who backs into his corner, playing scaredy cat. While he’s doing this, Tony tags his shoulder, making sure it’s in plain view of Mark Hill. As Tony is stepping over the top rope, Mark Hill tries once again to get Cross to go back to the apron (and once again, Cross argues). 

LATE NIGHT - Okay, this is getting outta hand! Somebody needs to get this match back in order, dammit! 

Jake Travis obviously agrees, as he finally takes action, hopping onto the ring apron and yelling at them to stop what they’re doing! 

LATE NIGHT - The enforcer of the match, Jake Travis, stepping in to restore order since Mark Hill is too much of a PUSSY to do so!! 

Adrian turns his attention to Travis, sticking his finger in Travis’s face and telling him to back off, before calling him “English Gutter Trash”. Things get even more heated, with Travis warning Adrian that he won’t hesitate to knock his lights out. Then… things get even more heated… when Adrian says “SIT THE FUCK BACK DOWN, you FILTHY HALFBREED!!!” before SLAPPING Jake across the face. Jake stares off into space for a bit… before looking back and NAILING Adrian with a MASSIVE Elbow Strike, that completely bodies him (not literally, but it looks like that’s what’s happened).  

LATE NIGHT - DAAAAAAAAMN!!!!! Travis bringin’ the FIRE!!! But hey, I guess that’s what happens when you’re a PRICK, right, Adrian?! It bites you in the ass… or, jaw, I should say… HAHAHA!!! 

Travis then hops off the ring apron and sits back down in his chair. Just as he does this, Hill manages to wrangle Cross back onto the ring apron and turns around, only to see Adrian knocked out on the mat. He didn’t see what happened, so he allows the match to continue, much to the chagrin of Tony Randell, who protests, stating that Travis did it and to rule this match a Disqualification, but Hill doesn’t do so, instead nervously urging Tony to go for the pin… but he doesn’t, instead grabbing Hill by the collar of his shirt and lifting him off the ground, to the level of his eyes. He then proceeds to yell in Hill’s face about all the things he could do to him right now and how powerless Hill would be to stop it… “Because I’m big!!! And you’re sma---AHHH!!!!” 

LATE NIGHT - GODDAMN!! By some miracle, Alex North is still alive! And he’s just CHOPPED the Big Man’s knee down! 

Indeed he has! Somehow, and someway… North is still in this thing! From there, he proceeds to NAIL a MASSIVE Heart Punch on the kneeling Big Man, which seems to send Shockwaves all throughout Tony’s body as it starts quaking. 

LATE NIGHT - That’s it, North! You can do this, buddy!! 

North then goes behind and grabs Tony around the waist once again.  

LATE NIGHT - Don’t tell me he’s gonna try this again?! 

North then summons every ounce of strength he can, he even starts stomping on the mat, trying to get the crowd to start clapping for him. Cross then starts slapping the top turnbuckle, joining in with the support. And with everyone behind him fully… Alex manages to lift Tony off his feet and NAIL him with an ATOMIC German!!!  

LATE NIGHT - HOLY Motherfucking… SHIT!!!! 

North then makes the hot tag before collapsing to the mat and rolling out of the ring. Cross comes in like a house of fuckin’ FIRE, as Tony slowly gets back to his feet! Elbow Strike, after Elbow Strike, trying to break the Big Man down, but he can’t seem to do it. Finally, he backs into the ropes, NAILING him with a Lariat… that doesn’t take him down. He tries it again and… still no luck! Lariat, after lariat, he tries all he can to take the big man down!  

LATE NIGHT - Andrew Cross, trying to take the Big Man down with those lariats. I dunno if it’ll happen, though. 

Cross gets the small crowd pumped, “Crossing” up (Hulking up), as it were. He then backs into the ropes and… HE DOES IT!!!! He takes Tony down!!! He then grabs Adrian by the hair, backs him into the ropes, shoots him off and… CELTIC BOOT (Claymore Kick)!!!! Tony slowly gets back to his feet and… HE EATS CELTIC BOOT, TOO!!! Then, Andrew goes for the pin and… 

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DING DING DING 

LATE NIGHT - THEY’VE DONE IT!!! Platinum Honour has done it! They’ve won the Gauntlet, AND the Openweight Tag belts!! 

JOHNNY WARREN - Here are your winners, AND THE NEEEEW… SHW Openweight Tag Team champions… Andrew Cross, Alex North…. PLLLLATINUUUUM!!!! HOOOONOOOOUR!!!!! 

Cross gets up and helps Alex into the ring and onto his feet to celebrate their win. Jake Travis retrieves the belts from the commentary desk and enters the ring to present them to the new champions. Alex and Andrew can’t believe it: Their first bits of championship gold in their careers. They swipe the belts up real quick and hop onto the middle ropes in each corner to celebrate, as Jake Travis claps for them. Jake exits the ring, pointing to the two of them and going “GIVE IT UP FOR THE NEW TAG CHAHMPS!!”... 

At which point, two MORE unwanted guests pop into the ring… 

LATE NIGHT - LOOK OUT!!! 

It’s none other than the Innovators of Wrestling, Paulie Graham and Dunedin Bradley… and they SMACK the members of Platinum Honour from behind, bringing them down off the turnbuckles, before lifting Alex up and NAILING him with the Shatter Machine! Jake Travis then once again makes the save, running the Innovators out of the ring.  

“C’mon then, huh?! Yeah, yuh real tough when i’s an uttack from be’ind, ahen’t ya?!” 

Paulie pipes up “Shut it n’ stand down, kid! We’re not here for you… we’re here to send a message to the new champs, AND to management: It makes us SICK that WE were not included in this Gauntlet! Those Juggalo fucks got included, even the new team on the block, the War Dogs, were included… but US?! We got SHAFTED, for the DING DONGS!!” 

“To make a long story short, we want the tag belts, and considering that management doesn’t seem to give a shit about us, WE don’t give a shit who WE have to mow down in order to get them!” Dunedin says, before running up and SLAPPING Andrew across the face… which results in Jake hopping over the top rope and chasing them all the way out into the streets! By that time, Alex has gotten back to his feet and he yells out into the streets… 

“So… you want our title, huh…? Well, all you had to do was ask! We’ll take on anybody, anywhere, anytime!! You want our belts so badly? How about… next month, at the Scarborough Convention Centre: SHW “For Honour and Heritage” on August 30th! How’s that sound?!” 

“Fine with us! We’ll see you on the 30th of August” Paulie yells back to Alex, as both of the Innovators turn around and walk down the street. At that point, Alex collapses to the mat, belt still in his hands. Andrew slowly rises to check on his friend. Being the fresher and less maimed of the two, Andrew still has some gas in the tank and is able to help Alex get to his feet and out of the ring.  

Eventually, Jake runs back and helps Andrew out, helping him carry Alex to the back to receive medical attention.  

CUT 

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Post-Show Events: 

Location: Solomon Graham’s house 

Time: 5:30 PM 

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The students are helping Paulie, Gerry Graham and Guitano Fury tear down the ring. Jake Travis stayed to help tear down, just as he was there to help set up earlier that day. Sitting by the entrance curtain are Late Night, Solomon Graham, and Jake Travis, in their street clothes (For Late Night, it’s what he came in: His nice dress suit that he usually wears when doing commentary. For Graham, it’s a white tee and black shorts. He’s shoeless because it’s his property. And for Jake, it’s a Big Bang Theory “Bazinga” t-shirt with blue jeans and black sneakers). Graham is showing clear signs of discomfort in his shoulder. Late Night seems concerned. 

“Solomon, you look hurt! Are you okay?” 

“Huh…?” 

Solomon seems absent minded to his father’s words. 

“You look like you need a doctor! Are you hurt?!” 

“I’m fine! I just need to take some time away from the ring, that’s all. I wasn’t expecting Dempsey to show up with that car. If I’d’ve known he was hiding in the woods, I would’ve gone out there and stretched him!” 

“I c’n attest to tha’. I’ve seen ‘im stretch Dempsey and it’s no' a pretty sight” 

“Whether you’d stretch him or not is irrelevant! I think you should see a doctor.” 

“NO! I’m telling you, I’ll be fine!” 

“How mooch time do you intend to take away from in-ring action, Bossman?” 

Sol shrugs. “I dunno. A few weeks, maybe? I don't really have a choice, I've got a match on August 7th!” 

“WEEKS?! Ah yew insane, mahn?! An injury like that’ll taek more than a few weeks, bruv!” 

“Jacob, you underestimate my son’s level of STUBBORN!!” 

“STUBBORN?!? ME?! Aren’t YOU the one who was raised by the guy who wrestled THREE matches in one week, with a BROKEN NECK?!” 

“Your grandfather was a tough man… and it KILLED him in the end! Trust me, son, you don’t wanna be like your grandfather, you've already done that enough this month!” 

“Hey…” 

The three men look over, to see the new Openweight Tag Team champions, Andrew Cross and Alex North. 

“We just came to say our goodbyes. Uh, Allen, it was an honour to meet you, sir!” 

Alex reaches out to shake Late Night’s hand, and Late Night accepts it. 

“Oh yes! The pleasure’s been mine, Alex. Take care. Andrew…” 

Late Night then reaches out and shakes Andrew’s hand, meanwhile Alex has moved on to Solomon.  

“We’ll see you in a month, boss.” 

“Absolutely! Take it easy, Alex. Andrew… take it easy. See you in a month!” 

And once Alex and Andrew have shaken the hands of Late Night and Solomon Graham, they move on… to their good friend, Jake Travis, who stands up to face his friends. 

“Jake… I dunno when we’ll see you, but we will. And that’s a promise!” 

“Sure thing, bruv. It’s been grea’ seein’ yew guys again… Take cah.” 

And at that point, the three men hug it out, with Alex experiencing some discomfort, given the events that took place earlier this evening. 

“Ooh, oogh!” 

“Oh, shit! I’m sorry, I fuhgot! Oh, geez…” 

“No, no, it’s okay. Don’t worry about it.” 

“Y-ye… Are yew shoah?” 

“Yeah, I’m sure. I’ll be okay, I just needed to see the doctor on-hand, that’s all.” 

“Okay. If yew insist. Just be cahfuwl.” 

"Of course."

He then sits back down and Alex and Andrew head to their car, before getting in and taking off. A few moments after they do, another car pulls up to the scene, parking on the grass… and sporting a Michigan license plate. Out from the driver’s seat, steps Jagger James. A relative newcomer to SHW, but someone that’s been under contract ever since May of this year. He seems pissed as he walks over to Graham to confront him, standing over him. 

“Hey! Graham!"

Solomon Graham looks up to see Jagger standing before him. The students stop what they’re doing to see what’s going on, but Gerry tells them not to worry about it and to keep going. 

“How come I haven’t been booked yet, huh?! I’m one of the best wrestlers you have and yet I haven’t seen action! Are you scared to book me? Is that it? Scared that I’ll outshine that 17-year-old YARDER, Lincoln Alexander? Or even that I’ll outshine your own brother, and you’ll be FORCED to GIVE ME the Openweight title?” 

Graham stands up and completely dwarfs this guy. 

“You listen to me right now… I have NOTHING against you! Nothing! You would’ve had a spot on our May show had that not been cancelled, which is admittedly my fault. BUT... I offered you a spot in the Battle Royal on Canada Day: Dominion, and you said it wasn’t worth it to you to come up for that!” 

“Excuses, excuses! Graham, why don’t you do us all a favour, and just shut up for once, huh?! I can wrestle CIRCLES around ANY one of the idiots on the roster!!! Hell, I’m even better than YOU!” 

“YOU?! Better than ME?!” Sol then bursts into laughter. Once he’s done, he wipes the tears from his eyes  

“I highly doubt that!” 

“Oh yeah?! Why don't we step in the ring and find out?” 

“You know, I should stretch your ass right now, just for running your dicklicker! You’re lucky that D.J. Cassidy won’t allow me to do that. You know something? I---” 

“‘OI!!! Cool yuh jets, bossman! I’ll ’andle this!” 

Sure enough, Jake Travis has come between the two of them and is now trying to seperate them. He pushes them apart, then steps between, looking Jagger dead in the eye. 

“Yew coom in ‘ere, talkin’ all this rubbish, disrespectin’ the man wot pays yeh fokin’ way, and yew wanna spi’ on the rest of this rostuh? Well, y’uh gonna ‘ave to back up that attitude, sunshine! How about yew be MY fuhst opponent, in SHW?! Next month, at “For Honour and Heritage”, Jagger James vs. Jake Travis! What say yew?!” 

Jagger simply scoffs at the proposal. 

“You wanna wrestle ME?! Next month? I’d never heard of you until I first wrestled in this country, and yet, all I hear about you is that you’re supposed to be this 23-year-old Ring Wiz, this guy that’s fluent in many styles, and can hang with pretty much ANYONE he’s on a card wi---” 

“Ah we doin’ this oah wot?!” 

Jagger scoffs once again, before meeting Jake’s eyes.  

“Okay. You got yourself a deal!” 

He then slowly walks backwards. 

“Just remember…” 

He points at Jake when he says this. 

“Next month, I'm gonna beat you at your absolute BEST!! And that's a fact, kid!” 

He then turns around and walks to his car. Both Jake and Solomon sit back down. 

“You better kick his ass, Jake.” 

“Trust me, boss, I’m gonna beat that guy fokin’ silly! For a guy ‘is age, ‘e should know how this shit works. Fuck...” 

“Hey… you’re wise beyond your years, Jacob. You’re only 23, yet you’re one of the most respectful guys I’ve ever seen. Not only that, but you work hard to achieve your successes, and may many more successes come… but you, are still paying your dues. And from the looks of things, I can tell that Jagger… was never made to pay his…” 

“Righ’... so I go’a be the one to make 'im, don’t I?” 

“Heh… I do believe that’s what my father is saying…” 

On that note, we fade out and the broadcast ends...