CW Takeover - II [10.17.19] | California

CW Takeover - II [10.17.19] Oct 18, 2019 19:32:52 GMT -8

Post by Management Office on Oct 18, 2019 19:32:52 GMT -8

[The Warehouse] - Hollywood, CA. (3,400 in attendance)
Oct. 17, 2019

TUESDAY NIGHT TAKEOVER | EPISODE 2
"One Shot Roulette"

FADE IN:

We open to a video package of the recently "Playa Haters Ball" CW Takeover event. The fans go nuts and one hell of a video reel is displayed. Every match is recapped one by one until the big moment when Ch'ang Dong-Geun was crowned Hollywood Heritage Champion. We then smashcut to the arrival of Britney Anders and lastly, the attack on Ch'ang by Morgan Payne.

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INT. CW WAREHOUSE - INDOOR VENUE

There are 3,400 CW fans packed into the Warehouse wearing merchandise, holding signs, and going absolutely insane as the drone flies around the two level venue. A video screen hangs above a black curtain that has a black velvet carpet rolled down to the squared circle area where white mats are placed around the ring. A giant bear claw image ripping through the cloth of the canvas is printed in the center of a purple star with CALIFORNIA * WRESTLING written in green lettering in various angles and directions on the ring skirt that surrounds the ring apron and canvas. The cameras soon cut to the broadcast table where we are greeted by Stacy Sterling, Kelsi Minx, and Sullivan Aimes. They are all dressed casually but could easily be seen in a photo spread of a magazine if asked.

S. AIMES: "Hello once again ladies and gentlemen, we are LIVE from the warehouse! I'm Sullivan Aimes alongside Kelsi Minx!"

K. MINX: "Welcome to the second edition of Takeover, and thank you for tuning in to California Wrestling's 5th Season."

S. AIMES: "Can you believe that Minx? Five whole seasons of content, and Ch'ang Dong-Geun is our Hollywood Heritage Champion. Who saw this coming? I certainly did not."

K. MINX: "He's been ranting about it on twitter everyday since winning the belt and it's annoying the hell out of me."

S. AIMES: "Speaking of annoying, the CW Chairman, Ethan Roerich is just about fed up with Morgan Payne and Sativa Nevaeh's antics."

K. MINX: "Sativa knows her worth and so does Morgan. Roerich is a real ass hat when it comes to business and they don't want to get the short end of the stick with the shit all over it."

S. AIMES: "I wouldn't go that far and say that much."

K. MINX: "It's a known fact!"

S. AIMES: "No. No."

K. MINX: "Suit yourself. You'll see. He's already pulled one over on Morgan Payne. She's supposed to be facing Ch'ang Dong-Geun not Kendrick Kross!"

S. AIMES: "That's another thing I don't want to be in the middle of. So tonight we've got an excellent card with a One Shot Roulette Gauntlet Match to crown our next CW Pride Champion!"

K. MINX: "We will witness five our CW's best compete in one match. This will be something of wonders to watch. Conducted under Pride rules, this will be all about proving who is the greatest wrestler period. Who has the heart. The guts. The--"

S. AIMES: "So our first match will be a non-title competition between Trigger Yates a newly signed talent and the CW Hollywood Heritage Champion, Ch'ang Dong-Geun. It--"

The lights go dark as the voice of Ariana Grande fills the venue. After the initial intro to the song and the beat drops, a gold spotlight hits the top of the entranceway, shining down on the life sized doll box that says 'The Living Doll' on the packaging.

K. MINX: "It's Britney Bitch!"

Britney rips through the plastic and steps into the aisle way. The fans shower her with boos and profanity and she just basks in the glory of it. She pulls the microphone from her back pocket and brings the microphone to her lips.

BRITNEY ANDERS: "First off all, I am proud and honored to announce that tonight is Britney Anders Appreciation Night, and in honor of the Greatest Wrestler, Multi-Award Winning, and Prettiest Woman to ever grace the California Wrestling Warehouse, you all will deem me as the Queen of the Pride Lands. I am the new ruler of Pride rock, and the CW Pride Championship will be my crown. The Pride Division as a whole will be my throne! I am Britney Anders and I am the reason you all show up!"

Britney smiles a wicked grin as the level of hatred rises.

"FUCK-YOU, BRIT-NEY!" *CLAP, CLAP... CLAP,CLAP,CLAP* "FUCK-YOU, BRIT-NEY!" *CLAP, CLAP... CLAP,CLAP,CLAP* "FUCK-YOU, BRIT-NEY!" *CLAP, CLAP... CLAP,CLAP,CLAP* "FUCK-YOU, BRIT-NEY!" *CLAP, CLAP... CLAP,CLAP,CLAP* "FUCK-YOU, BRIT-NEY!" *CLAP, CLAP... CLAP,CLAP,CLAP* "FUCK-YOU, BRIT-NEY!" *CLAP, CLAP... CLAP,CLAP,CLAP* "FUCK-YOU, BRIT-NEY!" *CLAP, CLAP... CLAP,CLAP,CLAP*

BRITNEY ANDERS: "You can all chant whatever obscenities at me that you want, the fact is, no matter how badly you WANT to hate me, you LOVE me. Don't you?"

The boos continue to bore in almost at a deafening pitch as Britney just claps one hand against the microphone with an unimpressed look on her face.

BRITNEY ANDERS: "Okay I can prove it. I'm sure you all saw the tweet from CW when my appreciation night was first rumored, right? You know about getting a discount on my merchandise? Well here's the thing, my merchandise is so valuable that it should never be discounted, but to prove that I have a rabid following despite these un-necessary boos, and since tonight is about me, I have a gift for some of you."

S. AIMES: "I wonder whose idea it was to make this decision."

K. MINX: "Its Britney Anders appreciation night."

BRITNEY ANDERS: "In order to get a discount on MY merch, you need to catch one of the Britney Bills that's about to fall from the rafters at you guys. Redeem your Britney Bill, which is a one hundred dollar bill with my beautiful face on it at any vendor, to save ten percent on my merchandise for one night only. So, rafter bill dropper guy, you know what to do."

A collection of one hundred dollar bills featuring the face of the former Hollywood Heritage champion begin wafting from the rafters and fans aggressively reach for the scarce bills.

BRITNEY ANDERS: "And on the night that's all about ME, I'll make sure the last thing you see is my face with a smile and these hands hoisting MY Pride championship over my head for the first...time...ever."

With a snarl, she looks straight ahead.

BRITNEY ANDERS: "Now hit MY music!"

Ariana Grande begins playing again as the fans still continue fighting over the Britney Bills.

S. AIMES: "Did Britney just make it rain on everyone here to open the show? In monopoly money?"

K. MINX: "Indeed she did, and can you believe that she could actually walk out of here tonight as Pride champion for the first time ever? This company has been her playground, her Dollhouse so to speak, but she's never held the top prize.

S. AIMES: "But she has stiff competition, all I can say is strap in and enjoy the ride."

K. MINX: "Strap...what? Oh never mind."

S. AIMES: "We will also be witnessing, on this wonder Britney Anders Appreciation Night. Oh lord can we not have someone speaking into my headset."

K. MINX: "I think that's Britney."

S. AIMES: "What? Who allowed her in guerilla position?"

"BRITNEY ANDERS APPRECIATION NIGHT"
BRITNEY ANDERS | JACK MARTIN | YVES DUPONT

INT. GUERILLA POSITION BACKSTAGE - CW WAREHOUSE

The team in the production truck cut to guerilla position where Jack Martin and Yves DuPont are pleading for Britney to hand over the headset to the technician. Britney ignores them and continues to speak into the microphone attached to the headset.

BRITNEY ANDERS: "That is correct, It is Britney Anders Appreciation Night there is no night greater than tonight. For every beautiful woman in the world, but mostly for Britney, it's a lot like Christmas."

Security arrives and Britney continues to speak into the headsets. Jack Martin explains the situation to security while Britney continues on her rant of self worth and praise. Security finally snatches the headset from Britney's hands and escort Britney away from the guerilla position.

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K. MINX: "Oh boy, Britney is serious about tonight. The CW Pride Championship is finally a possible reality for her."

S. AIMES: "It's also a possible reality for former champion Maki and new comers Roxi Johnson, Mike Mason, and West McFadden. It will be one hell of a gauntlet match that is for sure. Five of California Wrestling's best!"

K. MINX: "The crowd is super stoked for the debut of West McFadden. I saw a lot of cosplayers, merch, and signs. I don't think McFadden eve has a merch deal in place with CW yet. His presence is drawing in new fan. I'm liking this but in all honesty, we all know Britney Anders is finding a way to victory tonight. No way is she losing."

S. AIMES: "If she does, imagine the tantrum that will be thrown."

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NON-TITLE
CW HOLLYWOOD HERITAGE DIVISION
Ch'ang Dong-Geun© -VS- Trigger Yates
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DING! DING! DING!

Pamela Baxter steps out of the way and allows Trigger Yates and the Hollywood Heritage Champion do battle in front of the CW Fanbase of 3,400 in attendance. Dong-Geun fires out with confidence, stepping up, then forward, then back and then down before attempting a punch but it is blocked by Trigger before he pulls the Champion into his clutches and slams him via an exploder suplex. Trigger pops up to his feet and immediately pulls Ch'ang up and slams him back down via a snap suplex.

S. AIMES: "Trigger Yates is looking to prove that he too should be in competition with Ch'ang Dong-Geun, Morgan Payne, and Kendrick Kross."

K. MINX: "I like what I see from Trigger."

Trigger stomps on Ch'ang's legs as the Champion tries to get away. Yates taunts Ch'ang, baiting him to rise to his feet. Ch'ang rises to his feet and gets nailed with a european uppercut that sends Ch'ang flying backward. Yates chases him down, strategically forcing Dong-Geun into the corner with no escape. Yates lands a jumping knee strike before pummeling Ch'ang with repeated shoulder thrusts to the midsection. Pam Baxter counts to five before stepping between the two and threatening the dq.

S. AIMES: "This contest is conducted under Hollywood Heritage Division rules, so a dq would be possible but it would not put Trigger Yates in a good position amongst the rankings."

K. MINX: "Yates will be top of the division in no time."

Trigger Yates pulls Ch'ang out of the corner and whips him into the ring ropes. Chang responds from the irish whip with a head scissors take down. Both competitors make it to their feet and after ducking under the clothesline attempt by Trigger Yates, Ch'ang brings Trigger down via a backstabber! Ch'ang makes a cover,

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Ch'ang and Yates make it to their feet again and this time Trigger Yates takes control once again after reversing Dong-Geun's tilt-a-whirl ddt into a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker. The impact causes the crowd to gasp and Trigger Yates makes a cover,

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Trigger Yates allows the Champion back to his feet before landing an uppercut and then slinging him into the ring ropes. Yates doubles over and Ch'ang turns the back body drop attempt into a snap ddt! Ch'ang lays on his back catching his breath and can't move to make a cover.

S. AIMES: "This was certainly a missed opportunity for Ch'ang. He will have to find another way."

K. MINX: "Ch'ang.... Ch'ang.... he's a tough son of a gun. I can't say much about him."

Both competitors make it to their feet and Ch'ang is first to land a strike. His punches leave Yates reeling and he takes this moment to sling himself out of the ring ropes and pick up some momentum. Yates awakes at the last second and takes Ch'ang down via a running crossbody. Trigger Yates doesn't bother to make a cover, he instead pulls Ch'ang to uses a snake eyes to aid in his infliction of pain to the Hollywood Heritage Champion. Yates scoops Ch'ang up and slams him via a t-bone suplex! Trigger Yates makes the cover,

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Trigger Yates is not happy about the kickout. He jumps up and gets in Pamela Baxter's face. After a moment of arguing he's hit by a cartwheel uppercut from the Hollywood Heritage Champion! Ch'ang Dong Geun makes the cover,

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DING! DING! DING!

K. MINX: "Ch'ang Geun has picked up another victory!"

S. AIMES: "Ch'ang Dong Geun is still undefeated."

S. AIMES: "What was that?!"

K. MINX: "Looks like the champion is still undefeated!"

S. AIMES: "Clearly, but what is Roerich thinking by signing a coven of witches?"

K. MINX: "Maybe we will find out."

S. AIMES: "So many mysteries around here."

As the music starts, the lights dim down leaving the arena in a darkened state as a police spotlight sweeps over the audience.

Yeah! Uhm. Look!

Pockets looking cakey like these bummy bitches make up

It's room service bitch, the game requested that it get waked up!

See all I see is paper like my secretary's staplers

So if this was yo job, then I'm thinkin' your about to get a pay cut!

This my lane so fuck road rage, fuck yo anger!

I swear they really wanna cuff this pretty young thing, like a bailiff!

Plus I'm cute

And I be killing games since way back when it was Sega!

I be repping Texas but I'm so Cali like a Laker

The spotlight finally falls on the top of the stairs where the camera falls on Morgan Payne, clad up in her full ring gear. Leather jacket, worn Steelers cap worn backwards. The crowd gives a mixed reaction to her sudden appearance among them. Some cheer her while others boo her in general principal of who she's affiliated with. Morgan doesn't care, obviously, as she looks around at the audience with a stoic expression that slowly curls into a sly smirk. She starts moving down the steps towards the ground level, briefly mouthing the lyrics into the camera as she descends the steps.

Yeah, yeah I'm kind of cocky

When it come to what I'm made of

Cause we, we ain't the same

And they don't want you from the waist up!

You the cookie cutter type and they call me the baker!

And all I see is numbers, numbers, numbers like a pager

I kill em and collect em

Watch me murder grass pesos

I swear you got to feel where the fuck I'm coming from like a taser

Cause if she fuck with me

Then not even the captain finna save her!

These bitches thinking they beefing

Fuck around and get fed, laid up!

Morgan moves down the steps as the camera stays with her. As she gets closer and closer to the bottom, she starts shaking out her fists at her side, loosening up for the upcoming match. As moves towards the barricade, fans on the ends of the aisles excitedly offer out their plastic cups of beer. At one point, Morgan randomly stops and accepts a cup from one fan and slams the entire thing back. She chugs down most of it with a little but dribbling down her chin and neck. She then tosses the cup over her shoulder, and gives daps to the fan she got the beer from. She continues her way down the stairs until she gets to the bottom. Now, her focus is honed in on the ring as she picks up the pace into a brisk, all business walk towards the barrier and hops right over it.

I be looking, looking, looking

I don't see no difference!

Cookie, cookie, cookie

All these cookie cutter bitches!

Fuck these bitches, fuck these bitches

Oh cookie cutter bitches!

And I be looking, looking, looking

I don't see no difference!

Cookie, cookie, cookie

All these cookie cutter bitches!

Fuck these bitches, fuck these bitches!

Oh cookie cutter bitches!

Morgan stalks her way around the ring as the song continues, before climbing up onto the apron and entering through the top and middle ropes where she then hops on the balls of her feet inside the ring, rolling her neck. She's so amped up, the referee has to make her stop while they check her gloves and kneepads before she removes her jacket, flannel shirt from around her waist and her Steelers cap, handing it off to the attendant on the outside. Whisper stands across from Morgan Payne and awaits the bell.

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WINNER RECEIVES CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH
CW HOLLYWOOD HERITAGE DIVISION
Whisper -VS- Morgan Payne
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DING! DING! DING!

K. MINX: "So the winner of this one gets a Hollywood Heritage Championship match."

S. AIMES: "I'm curious too see---GOOD LORD!!"

The match begins and Morgan Payne doesn't waste a second and hits Whisper with a Brogue Kick! Whisper hits the ground and Morgan Payne makes the cover,

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DING! DING! DING!

The fan remain silent as Morgan Payne rises to her feet and motions around her waist making a championship belt gesture. Pamela Baxter raises her hand in victory.

K. MINX: "Why did Roerich even bother?"

S. AIMES: "It seems to be more of an obstacle than anything else."

Snow Tha Product’s “Cookie Cutter Bitches” blasts through the sound system of the ringside area as Morgan Payne gets to her feet and brushes her hair out of her face. For a moment she stands over Whisper as she starts slowly getting to her feet. Morgan clearly hasn’t had enough yet and rushes over, beginning to kick and stomp away at her defeated opponent. The referee rings the bell and tries to call Morgan off but Morgan shoves the ref away, mounts Whisper MMA style and starts hammering away with a fist over and over. After a moment, Morgan got up off of Whisper and stormed over to the corner of the ring, angrily calling for a microphone.

MORGAN PAYNE: “Gimme a fuckin’ mic!”

Morgan slides out of the ring and grabs a chair from under the ring. She tosses it in and grabs the microphone from the ring announcer. Morgan raises it to her mouth with a scowl on her face and addresses the booing fans.

MORGAN PAYNE: “Shut da fuck up! Don’t nobody give a shit!”

Morgan slides back into the ring and picks up the chair in her other hand. She unfolds it and puts it down right over Whisper’s neck and chest and has a seat. Morgan takes a moment to ponder her words. She finally raises the microphone again.

MORGAN PAYNE: “Yinz thought I was playin’, huh? Right? Yinz thought I was really fuckin’ playin’!”

Morgan places one foot down on Whisper’s forehead to keep her pinned down.

MORGAN PAYNE: “Fuck you goin’? I ain’t done wif your ass yet. You gonna sit there and let me say what da fuck I gotta say!”

Morgan turns her attention back to the crowd and sits back in the chair.

MORGAN PAYNE: “So dis is it, huh?”

She motions to Whisper beneath her.

MORGAN PAYNE: “Dis is my fuckin’ competition? I signed wif dis shit ass company thinkin’ I was gonna get a fuckin’ throwdown. I had one lined up but dat fool decided to bounce. Maybe he was da smart one. Yo, Kendrick, bruh!”

Morgan looks at the camera directly and throws the deuces.

MORGAN PAYNE: “I ain’t gon’ shit on ya, fratello. If dis shit right heah’s da fuckin’ management’s idea of competition…”

She rudely nudges Whisper’s head with her foot before holding it down again,

MORGAN PAYNE: “...then maybe ya were right ta bounce da fuck out. Now!”

She pauses and turns in her chair to face the entryway. She switches which foot is on Whisper’s face so she can turn mostly towards the curtain and address those in the back.

MORGAN PAYNE: “On ta more pressin’ business. It’s already out in da open of why I came ta dis company. And despite dat, I was still booked ta fight Kendrick Kross to earn a shot at da Hollywood Heritage Title. Well, guess what? Kross din’t show up. I did. I just beat da muhfuckin’ bricks off dis head ass piece of garbage I’m sittin’ ovah. Roerick? Whoever da fuck is in charge now. Yanno what? Fuck it. Dat lil Short Round lookin’ ass walkin’ ‘round heah callin’ himself da fuckin young god? What’s ya name?”

The crowd starts to call out.

FANE #1: “Ch’ang!”

FAN #2: "It’s Ch’ang!”

FAN #3: “Ch’ang, you stupid bitch!”

MORGAN PAYNE: “Oh, eat my fuckin’ ass, I wasn’t askin’ any o’yinz!”

Morgan snaps to the audience and throws them the middle finger.

MORGAN PAYNE: “Whoever da fuck makes da matches. I want my goddamn shot. You don’t put anotha muthafuckah in a match for dat title until I get da shot dat I!! WAS FUCKIN’!! PROMISED!!”

Morgan shouts now, angrily thumbing to herself as she scowls towards the back.

MORGAN PAYNE: “And shit, if it helps? We’ll do it dis way. Champ? I’m callin your ass aht. Yeah. Direct fuckin’ challenge. You an’ me. Hollywood Heritage belt on da line. And I know what ya gonna say….”

Morgan squints her eyes and puts on a horrible, stereotype Chinese accent.

MORGAN PAYNE: "OHHH ME YOUNG GOAT GOD! YOU CRYBABY WHITE GIRL! YOU ASK HANDOUT! ME FIGHT AND EARN!”

She scrunches her mouth so that her top front teeth are visible, mocking buck teeth.

Morgan’s face and speech return to her normal demeanor.

MORGAN PAYNE: “Tout da whole young god bullshit all you want, bitch. Nobody fuckin’ buys it. Sure as fuck not from you. I’m layin’ aht da challenge. You either step da fuck up, grab ya lil therapy balls….”

Morgan wiggles her fingers as if she were maneuvering a set of baoding balls in her palm,

MORGAN PAYNE: “...give me my title match or admit dat ya nuthin’ but a lil yellow bellied chicken shit and hand me da title dat I was fucked aht of da last time I signed part of my life away to dis fuckin’ shithole.”

The crowd boos and jeers her heavily. Morgan keeps her eyes on the entryway but throws them the finger again.

MORGAN PAYNE: “Vai all'inferno, fottuti perdenti.”

She says in Italian.

MORGAN PAYNE: “Speak English, you ignorant bitch!”

A fan yells from the crowd.

MORGAN PAYNE: “SUCK MY FUCKIN’ DICK, YOU SOYBOY PIECE OF SHIT!”

Morgan SCREAMS directly at the man and flicks her hand from under her chin, giving him a chin flick. She turns back to the entryway, raising the mic again.

MORGAN PAYNE: “So dat’s all I gotta say to any of you muthafuckahs. I was promised a shot. I want my goddamn shot. And anybody who ya decide to stick in front o’me in line? I got a lil message to send….”

Morgan drops the microphone and stands up out of the chair. She lifts it off of Whisper’s neck and chest and snaps it shut. Whisper rolls over, gasping for a full breath of air as Morgan drops the chair down and picks her up. She lifts Whisper up across her shoulders for the Dahntahn After Dahk and drops her right onto the chair as the crowd let’s out an emphatic.. “OHHHHH!!”

“Cookie Cutter Bitches” starts playing again as Morgan Payne gets to her feet and stands over Whisper for a moment, looking down at her broken opponent. She slowly looks up with a cold, angry, almost careless scowl at the audience before rolling down out of the ring and silently heading up the entryway before disappearing through the curtain….

"THE ART OF THE SCHMOOZE II"
Ethan Roerich | Jack Martin

ETHAN ROERICH: "Martin."

A tattooed hand slaps the desk in the lobby of HQ and Jack Martin removes his headphones quickly. Jack Martin looks up from the computer screen and gives Ethan his undivided attention.

JACK MARTIN: "Yes, Mr. Roerich."

ETHAN ROERICH: "We've got a big one my friend."

JACK MARTIN: "A big one?"

ETHAN ROERICH: "A big one."

JACK MARTIN: "Please don't tell me you signed Jason Cashe that would be horrible.

ETHAN ROERICH: "Ha--!"

Roerich takes a second to regroup. He laughed pretty hard at that comment.

ETHAN ROERICH: "No, we've got another name."

JACK MARTIN: "Does this one have an ego problem as well?"

ETHAN ROERICH: "No. Very marketable, and very much able to lead this locker room of new talent. The glue to the eight legged octopus.

JACK MARTIN: "What do you need me to do?"

ETHAN ROERICH: "The lawyers are in my office finalizing everything but the talent is on the way here. I need for you to make sure the talent is happy. Here is a list of requests."

Ethan passes a sheet of paper to Jack Martin. Jack scans the page.

JACK MARTIN: "I may need some time to find a few of these items, but in Los Angeles? Anything is attainable. I'll get right on this."

ETHAN ROERICH: "Thank you."

Ethan Roerich walks away from the front desk at HQ and Jack Martin starts typing rapidly and searching the internet.

FADE TO BLACK.

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FADE IN:
==== VIDEO FOOTAGE FROM CW OPEN HOUSE: 10.11.2019 ====

We open up with Trigger Yates, Mikey Lipschits, and Whisper all being attacked after attempting to help Scarlett Highland after she was attacked by Mike Mason in the early going and slammed through a table in front of a live audience. TM1 proceeded to flex before the audience while showcasing his ability and strength by walking away standing and proud after a four person brawl. Roxi Johnson shows up and shoves Mason but Security and Referees separate the two immediately.

FADE OUT:

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S. AIMES: "Can you imagine the carnage that would be left had Roxi Johnson and Mike Mason been allowed to battle it out at the Open House Showcase last week?!"

K. MINX: "It would be a one sided massacre."

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The following video footage was recorded after Takeover went off air.
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"WHAT IN THE FUCK ARE YOU TWO DOING?!!! THAT'S DISRESPECTFUL!"

Ethan Roerich nearly lets out a voice crack within his shouting while awaiting Sativa and Morgan to round the corner. Sativa Nevaeh and Morgan Payne finely show face, Morgan showcases a big cheese on her face meanwhile Sativa seems more business is business oriented. Ethan gets in Sativa's face and looks her dead in the eyes before he decides to go all Stanley Kubrick on Darth Ganja.

"IT'S DISRESPECTFUL! Let's get one thing clear here, you don't have to like me but you two will respect me, and you will respect my backstage rules as well as my in-ring rules. What do you have to say for yourselves?" Roerich steps over to Morgan Payne. "You want to attack the Hollywood Heritage Champion? That's funny to you?! Hahahaha laugh it up. Ahyuck, yuck, yuck." Morgan Payne continues to smile aftrer Roerich mimics her laughter.

"You attacked Ch'ang and now you're demanding your match immediately? The shows over. And we didn't fit you into the budget today. We couldn't pay you for performing. We need Sativa to sign this contract. You signed before her and she decided to play little miss hold out, now she needs to sign that contract and you need to prepare for when your match does happen." The silence felt like music to Morgan and Sativa's ears. They both remain silent and Mr. Roerich just steps from one of them to the other and looking them in the eyes. Roerich eventually stops pacing and the redness in his face settles a little bit before the camera crew and I were spotted and forced to shut off all of our equipment.

= The Shrumpe Archives =

K. MINX: "Mr. Roerich was not happy with Sativa or Morgan Payne and he has no right to be."

S. AIMES: "They showed up and attacked talent."

K. MINX: "That's a weekly occurance around here. It's like a gang war of single soldiers."

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ONE SHOT ROULETTE GAUNTLET MATCH
CW PRIDE DIVISION CHAMPIONSHIP
Maki -vs- Mike Mason -vs- Roxi Johnson -vs- Britney Anders -vs- West McFadden
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DING! DING! DING!

The match begins with West McFadden and Britney Anders. Britney Anders, clearly not happy about having to start off the gauntlet match, attacks first and lands a step up enziguri kick to the face of West McFadden and it sends him down to the canvas. Britney starts clawing at McFadden's face, a.k.a. "Checking for Plastic" and West rolls away to create distance and Britney just rises to her feet and basks in the hatred of the fans.

"BOoOoOoO!"

K. MINX: "Why would they ever boo Britney?!"

S. AIMES: "I could think of a few reasons."

Britney walks up to West McFadden as he makes it to his feet and takes him down with The Makeover! Britney rolls McFadden over onto his back and makes the cover,

K. MINX: "Anders making quick work of McFadden."

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DING! DING! DING!

S. AIMES: "It's Mike Mason!"

Britney Anders jumps into the air to celebrate and is knocked down hard by Mike Mason. The fans cheer for Mike Mason briefly as he stomps on Anders lower back region. Mike Mason climbs to the top rope and hits A Thing of Beauty before hooking the leg,

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DING! DING! DING!

Mason has his hand raised and then begins flexing his muscles.

K. MINX: "There's the next CW Pride Champion. Change my mind."

S. AIMES: "Change your mi--?!"

The arena lights go out.

K. MINX: "WHAT'S HAPENING?!

They come back on and Maki stalks Mike Mason who is stuck mid-flex. He tuns around and Maki spits a red mist into his eyes, blinding Mike Mason in the process. Maki attempts the makihouse kick and Mike Mason drops down, showing his agility he drops down into a push up hold. Maki attacks again and this time Mike Mason hops up to his feet and lifts Maki into the air, slamming he down to the canvas!

K. MINX: "OH MY GOODNESS!"

S. AIMES: "That's Simple Marvelous!"

Maki lay on her back and Mike Mason makes the cover,

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DING! DING! DING!

K. MINX: "Mason with another victory!"

S. AIMES: "He's going to have one hell of a fight now."

Roxi Johnson sprints to the ring and slides in. Tap Marksman steps out of the way just as Mike Mason makes it to his feet and Johnson and Mason begin throwing wild punches at one another. Mason throws Johnson against the ring ropes and Johnson wraps her arounds around the ring cables stopping all momentum. TM1 hangs in mid-air for a moment, connecting with nothing after a missle dropkick attempting. Before Mike Mason can make it to his feet RJ approaches fearlessly and plants Mike Mason into the canvas with a ddt! Roxi Johnson makes the cover,

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...1!...
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...ROPE BREAK!...
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K. MINX: "Rope Break?! That's a tough one to deal with!"

Tap Marksman looks at Roxi Johnson and explains that Mason's foot was beneath the ring rope the entire time. The fans boo loudly.

S. AIMES: "That's huge! The fans are not happy about that call."

K. MINX: "But it makes sense, if you can watch a replay you'll notice Mason's foot is beneath the bottom rope the entire time."

S. AIMES: "I guess we should commend Tap for his awareness."

Roxi backs Mike Mason into the corner and delivers boots and stomps before backing away and sprinting in Mason's direction. Roxi Johnson attempts a splash but Mason catches her in mid-air and starts squeezing the life out of her with a bearhug. Mason slings her around from left to right, waiting until Roxi goes limp before slamming her via a belly to belly suplex. Mike Mason rises to his feet and stomps on Roxi's back. "That's Marvelous!" He shouts before flexing both biceps and kissing them.

K. MINX: "He is pretty marvelous."

S. AIMES: "His attitude isn't."

Roxi has no quit in her and attempts to pull herself to her feet. Mike Mason turns to Roxi and lands a stiff right hand that forces Roxi Johnson to stumble away and lean against the ring ropes. Mike Mason steps closer to RJ and Johnson surprises him and everyone watching with an arm drag. Roxi keeps control of Mason's large arm but Mason powers his way out with a swing of his arm.

S. AIMES: "Mike Mason is much larger, much stronger, and equally fast."

Mike Mason and RJ are back on their feet and RJ leaps up and attempts a hurricarana but Mike Mason makes her pay the price. The Marvelous One sprints forward and launches Roxi Johnson out of the ring toward the carpeted aisle way. Roxi bounces off the ground and the crowd gasps.

K. MINX: "Ooohh my gosh! That has got to be painful."

Tap Marksman does his job and begins his count. Meanwhile Mike Mason flexes for the camera and taunts the audience. They hate him for every minute of it.

S. AIMES: "Roxi Johnson is not enjoying herself right now."

K. MINX: "She may have broken a rib."

Tap Marksman reaches a count of twelve before Roxi Johnson finally begins to show signs of life. She rolls onto the all fours and catches her breath with Tap Marksman shouting out,

..."13!" ...
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..."14!"...
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..."15!"...
....

Johnson finally rises and pulls herself onto the ring apron before rolling into the ring. Mike Mason approaches her quickly and is pulled into a small package! Tap Marksman makes the count,

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...1!...
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...2!...
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...KICKOUT!...
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Mason kicks out and is surprised. Roxi Johnson flies in dropkicks Mike Mason in the back while he is sitting upright and then follows up by locking The Marvelous One into a sitting reverse armbar. Mike Mason uses his strength as best he can, but Roxi has it locked in tightly. Mason refuses to tap out and eventually finds a way to transition Roxi Johnson into a pinning position with her shoulders down. Tap drops down and counts,

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...1!...
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...2!...
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...KICKOUT!...
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RJ releases the hold on Mike Mason and the two creation some separation. Mike Mason clobbers RJ with a lariat quickly to keep the advantage in his favor before guiding Johnson to her feet and slamming her with an exploder suplex! Mason stalks RJ over to the corner, picking up speed the closer she gets. At the last second, Mike Mason connects with a running big boot to the jaw! Roxi Johnson crumbles in the corner with her arms resting against the middle ropes and the turnbuckles keeping her from falling to the canvas. Mike Mason pulls RJ out of the corner and executes a vertical suplex. Mason stalls on the ending, he holds RJ in the air, allowing blood to rush to her head.

S. AIMES: "Oh wow, look at the brute strength of Mike Mason. He's keeping the match ending to his advantage."

K. MINX: "He's minus a rope break and it seems the fatigue is beginning to settle in. He's been in this match for quite a while."

Mike Mason falls back and RJ hits the canvas hard! Mike Mason pulls Johnson to her feet and throws her into the corner once again. This time he stays the aggressor and pummels RJ with a running clothesline in the corner before lifting RJ onto the top turnbuckle. From a seated position on the top rope, RJ fights back with wild punches to keep TM1 from gaining a greater advantage over her. She kicks Mason in the face and Mason stumbles away from her. He comes running back in he direction and RJ executes a flying hurricarana that sends Mike Mason into the turnbuckles head first. RJ follows up by tripping Mason and holding onto his legs. RJ quickly locks in the sharpshooter.

K. MINX: "Oh no! Mason don't tap!"

S. AIMES: "Roxi Johnson is giving it her all!"

Mike Mason crawls toward the ring ropes, his strength obviously hard for RJ to control. Mason gets closer to the ring ropes and RJ begins to lose her grip on Mason's legs slowly. Mason powers to freedom without using a rope break.

Roxi Johnson steps onto the ring apron and performs a spingboard head scissors on Mike Mason! RJ hooks the leg,

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...1!...
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...2!...
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...KICKOUT!...
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Mike Mason makes it back to his feet quickly and continues the assault on Roxi Johnson. Mike Mason connects with the BDE(Best Dropkick Ever) before making a climb to the top rope. Mason sets up for a moonsault and with his back turned Roxi Johnson leaps up and dropkicks Mike Mason in the back forcing him to flying over the ring post and tumble to the outside. The fans gasp at the site of the big man falling.

K. MINX: "OH MY! That was bad."

S. AIMES: "Mike Mason's large mass isn't meant to fly around like that."

K. MINX: "Tap Marksman has already started his count out, and Mike Mason may very well be dead."

S. AIMES: "I wouldn't go as far as to claim death. But he is--"

K. MINX: "SHUT UP SULLY! Look at the signs of that man. Don't argue with me. Marksman is at nine and you can't notice his death?!"

Roxi Johnson climbs to the top rope, despite the ref reaching a count of Eleven, and launches herself to the outside. Roxi Johnson attempts a tornado ddt but Mason instead uses his strength to stop all of RJ's momentum and slams her against the ring steps! The fans pop and RJ arches her back in pain.

S. AIMES: "MIKE MASON IS GOING TO INJURE RJ!"

K. MINX: "Maybe."

Mike Mason slides RJ back into the ring and follows her. Mason gabs RJ and slams her with a tiger suplex! RJ is folded up like a slinky and Mason makes the jack knife cover,

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...1!...

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...2!...

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...KICKOUT!...

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Mike Mason can't believe it and neither does the crowd. The fans cheers for RJ and she feeds off the fans. RJ fights back with punches and kicks but Mason battles back with a headbutt and it drops RJ to one knee. Mason throws RJ into the ring ropes and goes for a pop up powerbomb and RJ reverses the move into a hurricarana! RJ hooks the leg

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...1!...

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...2!...

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...KICKOUT!...

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K. MINX: "THANK THE LORD!"

S. AIMES: "Roxi Johnson nearly became the new Pride Champion!"

Roxi Johnson waits patiently for Mike Mason to climb to his feet before attempting a disaster kick. Mike Mason dodges the kick and instead slams Roxi Johnson with a spinebuster! Mike Mason heads to the top rope and goes for a moonsault. RJ rolls away in the final seconds and Mason hits the canvas hard. Roxi Johnson lands a split legged moonsault before making the cover,

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...3!...

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DING! DING! DING!

K. MINX: "NO FREAKING WAY!"

S. AIMES: "ROXI JOHNSON HAS DONE IT!! ROXI JOHNSON DEFEATS MIKE MASON!"

Tap Marksman raises Roxi Johnson's hand in victory and the fans go wild!

Roxi Johnson’s celebration is cut short when her music is abruptly cut off.

K. MINX: "Uh oh!"

S. AIMES: "Her celebration has been cut short!"

That girl is psycho
Psycho
psycho

The crowd starts to boo and show their displeasure for the interruption. Roxi looks to the entrance ramp, waiting for Sativa to show herself. But Sativa, followed by Morgan, came out from the crowd. They jumped the barrier and Sativa slid into the ring. She was followed closely by Morgan who was carrying a small duffle bag.

Sativa pushes Roxi from behind causing her to stumble forward into the ropes. Roxi turns after catching herself and glares at Sativa. She then charges the green-haired woman only to be taken down with a reverse STO and then locked into the Nighty Night. Morgan paces around the ring for a moment before delivering a wicked, shotgun basement dropkick to Roxi’s face. Sativa releases her hold and she and Morgan climb to their feet. Roxi is rolling on the mat holding her face. Sativa has received a mic and Morgan once again has that duffle bag in her hand.

SATIVA NEVAEH: Congratulations! You finally got a NEW Pride Champion for this new bullshit era of California wrestling! Well fucking done! You see, there is one little problem with that fact.

She pauses for dramatic effect.

SATIVA NEVAEH: It’s not me! You see, I should have been Pride Champion before I put a bullet through CW the first time. But c'est la vie. Now, like some shitty monster in some B grade franchise It’s back and yet again has screwed everything up. But don’t worry. Like the beloved director that is brought in to save a dying franchise, I will fix this problem.

Sativa starts to pace back and forth.

SATIVA NEVAEH: You see, California Wrestling, mainly Roerich, has been up my ass to resign. I was having piles of money thrown my way to get me to sign. I was promised a shot at the Pride Title. I was promised the one thing I never got the last time. So, I agreed to come back. Then, it comes to find out, that CW needed me WAY more than they let on. That they needed my name, my appeal, my star power, to get them certain deals.

She stops and looks down at Roxi for a moment.

SATIVA NEVAEH: They knew they weren’t shit with the people they had already signed. They needed me more than Anders, their beloved cash cow. They needed me more than some pathetic, two-bit, lives in his mother’s basement, wanna-be Le Chiffre. They needed me. So here I am, fulfilling my part of my contract. Morgan.

Sativa holds out her hand and Morgan hands her the duffle bag.

SATIVA NEVAEH: I was told I wouldn’t get my Pride Title shot until I returned the Immortal Icon title. Well, When CW up and vanished before I KINDA got pissed at them. I sort of tossed the title in the literal trash. Took me a while to find it but here we are.

Sativa unzips the bag and holds it out at arm’s length. She hands Morgan the mic and then reaches into the bag. She pulls out a disgusting looking Immortal Icon title. It’s coated with God knows what and has visible garbage hanging from it. Sativa tosses the bag and gets the mic back from Morgan.

SATIVA NEVAEH: I know, the belt stinks. But, since CW is trash at the moment, with a trash champion, I think this belt would fit her more. So how about we give the Trash Champion her title eh?

Sativa gives Roxi a couple of kicks, forcing her onto her back. She then tosses the trash covered Immortal Icon title across Roxi’s chest. She then reaches down and wipes her hand on Roxi’s face. She then picks up the CW Pride Title and throws it over her shoulder.

SATIVA NEVAEH: "There, this is rightfully where it belongs now. Just have to wait for the dumb asses up front to stop dragging their feet and give me my match. Now…"

S. AIMES: "IT'S ANAQUIN ADAMS!! SHE'S HERE TO MAKE THE SAVE!"

Sativa is cut off as Anaquin Adams comes rushing down to the ring. Sativa and Morgan exit the ring and then take off through the crowd. Adams checks on Roxi, occasionally throwing glances towards Sativa and Morgan. The pair are just grinning and Sativa holds up the Pride Title she has stolen.

K. MINX: "Your NEWWWW PRIDE CHAMPION!!"

S. AIMES: "No way. She stole the belt! Sativa has stolen the Pride Championship! We will get down to the bottom of this! Until next time, folks."

FADE OUT

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