by Backstage In Catering
Riley Knox: “How you feeling, B?”
Bryan Walker: “Good. How about you? We’re taking over this place — both undefeated. You go 3–0 tonight, I move to 4–0.”
Riley Knox: “Yeah. After I’m done with Norton and Brody, I’m issuing an open challenge next week to the Women’s G-1 Champion. I want gold.”
Bryan Walker: “You got this. Tonight’s your night. I’ve gotta deal with Tom Liner — pulling double duty for some silly punishment reason… the GM is wild…
Riley Knox: “Careful, you don’t want to end up on the hit shit list”
Bryan Walker: “I got this, go win and go get some gold next week”
*Fist Dap and High Five and they separate*
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Kurt Storm Grabs The Mic
“I’m tired of carrying this show while jobbers and has-beens like Showtime and Tom Liner get weekly TV time — this brand should be built around me. But I’m a fair man, so here it is: an open challenge to anyone in the back who wants a shot at my title. Come out, make a name for yourself… because while you won’t win, you will get to share the spotlight for a few minutes before I beat your ass.
**Vincent steps into frame, calm, composed, not a hair out of place. A slight smirk.**“Perfection isn’t
practiced… Perfection is born.”
“Every time I step into this ring, I don’t have to try. I don’t have to prove myself. I don’t have to impress anyone — because excellence follows me like a shadow.”
“Ian… Haku… tonight you’re not facing a man who hopes to win. You’re standing across from a man who already knows the outcome See, champions scramble. Legends fight. I simply execute. While you two are swinging wildly, breathing heavy, making mistakes — I’ll be doing what I’ve always done… making it look perfect.”
“Perfect timing. Perfect precision. Perfect dominance.”
“Tonight, the G-1 Championship doesn’t change hands — it returns to where it belongs.”
“Because I am not chasing greatness… I am the standard of it.”
“And when the bell rings and the dust settles, there will be no debate, no excuses, no doubts.”
“I will stand tall as the NEW Perfect G-1 Champion.”
“Because I am the true Mecca of Manhood…and perfection… always wins.”
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Knox and Bayne Celebrating, and *RO$ITA’s MUSIC HITS*
RO$ITA: Nice win, I hear your issuing an open challenge to Madison Cox for the G-1 Womens Championship next week? I don’t think so, you gotta go through ME first
Knox grabs the mic *That’s Fine, Line up, and I’ll knock every single one of you down”
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Camera cuts backstage. BAINE is seated against a production crate, medical staff tending to him. Blood streaks his face. He winces in pain. The atmosphere is tense.
GM LILYWHITE storms into frame.
Lilywhite:
“Look at you…”
She circles him slowly.
“This was always my goal, Baine — not to beat you…but to break you.”
“You lost your brother. You lost your friends. You lost everything you ever thought made you strong.”
She kneels down to eye level.
“You are nothing without me.”
“I own you. I created you. I control you.”
Her voice sharpens.
“So when are you finally going to do the smart thing… give up… and bow to me on one knee?”
Lilywhite spits directly in Baine’s face.
BAINE wipes the blood and spit away, grimacing, barely able to stand. He looks up, fire still burning through the pain.
Baine:
“I will never bow to you… bitch.”
Lilywhite smirks — cold, satisfied.
Lilywhite:
“Fine.”
“Have it your way.”
She straightens up.
“The match is still on — TONIGHT.”
“Baine… YOU versus MEAN GENE.”
“Inside the cage.”
“No rules. Un-sanctioned.”
She slaps Baine hard across the face.
Lilywhite:
“This ends when I say it ends.”
Lilywhite turns and walks off as officials rush back in.
BAINE slumps against the crate, shaking, pain etched across his face. He wipes the blood from his eyes.
He slowly looks up… eyes filled with defeat. Baine quietly whispers to himself (I need a sign), staring toward the heavens…
A video appears on the Titantron…
COMMENTARY
“What the hell was that?”
Backstage Interview – High Tymez
Whitney Malchow: “Why did you attack Baine?”
Gage Adams: “Nothing personal. We work for the boss. We’re paid to do a job, and when we’re told to handle something, it gets handled — right. Nobody in this locker room, or this company, is gonna muscle us around. We’re the biggest, baddest guys on this roster.”
“And this Friday on Fusion, that washed-up dick-cheese Blake Adams? He’s gonna get his ass whacked and taught a lesson.”
Nick Clarke: “Like he said — nothing personal. We’re paid to do a job, and we’re gonna make sure that job gets done.”
Gage smirks, pats Nick on the shoulder.
Gage Adams: “Let’s roll, bro.”
Backstage Interview – Devin King
Camera finds DEVIN KING warming up, taping his wrists.
Whitney Malchow: “Devin, how’s it feel to be back — even if it’s just for a short run?”
Devin King:
“Whitney, thanks for asking. It feels great. I’m here for one last run — one last shot at Dennis Black and the VCW World Heavyweight Championship. After that… I can ride off into the sunset.”
“I was never here all the time, never there all the time — but I’ve always been a steady warrior for this company.”
“Tonight, I step in the ring with another veteran, Trent Payne. So let’s see what the old body can do.”
Lilywhite, send that fat slob Tom Liner back out there, who cares if he got beat up by Kurt, get him out there NOW.
*Liner out to the ring beaten and bruised*
POUL BURSTS INTO THE LOCKER ROOM
Poul:
“I was wrongfully eliminated from the battle royal tonight by that con artist Sick Boy. So here’s the deal — I’m issuing a challenge. Sick Boy, I want my run back on Fusion. No excuses, no shortcuts… just you and me.”
Sick Boy:
“I’ll see you on Fusion… and I’ll show you this was no fluke.”
*POUL Smacks Sick Boy as hard as he can dropping him*
BAINE entering the ring… gets attacked once again by High Tymez
(Commentary)
This shit has to stop, C’mon dammit, this abuse of power to the head of GM Lilywhite has to stop!!! Forcing a damn man into this match is inhumane!!
Lilywhite walks out with a mic
“Do you give up yet, BOW TO MY FEET you filthy fuck!!! BOW TO ME NOW, HAIL YOUR QUEEN”
*Baine looks up*… with defeat in his eyes, but the pure defiance that is Baine swats the mic away! Gage Adams and Nick Clarke continue the beat down as Mean Gene’s music hits and joins into the attack, High Tymez throws Baine into the ring!!!
*Lilywhite*
LOWER THE CAGE NOW!! LOCK THAT PIECE OF SHIT IN!!!! DENNIS BLACK FIGURED IT OUT, AND YOUR STUBBORN ASS WILL TOO AT SOME POINT THAT YOU ALL FOLLOW THE LINE OR GET PUT BACK IN THE DAMN LINE!!!!
*Post Match*
*Raise the Cage – LILYWHITE YELLS*
High Tymez join into the attack, BAINE, beaten down like a damn pulp, bloody and broken, commentary screaming for it to stop, all 3 men hit their finisher, and here comes CHIEF OF STAFF ADAM FRYE all 4 mean are beating Baine within in an inch of his damn life!!
(Commentary)
DAMMIT, SOMEONE IN THE BACK COME HELP BAINE!!! DAMMIT DAMMIT DAMMIT!
Lilywhite
“Baine… you’re tired. You’re broken. And deep down, you already know the truth.”
“Give up.”
“Get in line. Fall into the Lilywhite Administration — because resistance only ends one way.”
“You can kneel willingly…
or you can be punished like no one before you.”
“On Fusion, if you refuse to submit, you will run the D3MON GAUNTLET.”
A sinister pause.
“One by one…
MEAN GENE.
DAVID JACKSON.
ABEL.
NEMESIS.
GAGE ADAMS.
NICK CLARKE.”
“No rest.
No mercy.
No escape.”
“This isn’t a match… it’s an extermination.”
“So choose carefully, Baine.”
“Bow to me…
or be erased.”
*As Baine looks up to the sky, laying on his back, eyes slowly fading out… as the crowd willfully chants his name, to get up, DONT GIVE UP, CONTINUE THE FIGHT against the powers that be, against the administration that has taken away everything from him for the past 6 years! From watching his friends and brothers fired, beaten, forced to retire and exiled from the company, the quick thought of what they did to those who stood against like THE MOUNTAIN, PITBULL, JACOB WILLIAMS, ZAC TAYLOR, they were all FIRED, HUMILIATED, EXILED and haven’t been seen since… is this the fate that will cement the final chapter of his career?*
*Just as Baine’s eyes slowly shut as the beating continues……… the lights SHUT OFF, and on the RUSH-VISION Titantron… an angelic sound plays…
As BAINE’S EYES FIXATE ON THE TITANTRON, HE FINDS THE COURAGE ONCE AGAIN, and slowly raises his arm as he lays there locking EYES WITH LILYWHITE, in SEVERE PAIN, he looks her dead in the eyes and FLIPS HER OFF as the CROWD ERUPTS!!!
*Cameras fade out*…as commentary fades away “COURAGE!! BAINE HAS COURAGE AND TELLS LILYWHITE YOU HAVENT KILLED ME YET!!! DAMMIT!! SEE YOU FRIDAY!! SEE YOU FRIDAY!!! WHAT THE HELL!!
