“Get good or Get Stuffed!”

-Unknown 2023

*Beaux enters the arena, suitcase and coffee in hand*

[Cameraman] So, Beaux what are you doing here? I thought you weren’t coming?

[Beaux] Ahh, Stu, you know how it is! In life and business you gotta verify your days off, and Lilywhite is VERY hands on if you know what i’m saying!

*Beaux winks and clicks his tongue, he continues to walk past the cameraman and sees Tre Michaels, in the hallway, still on crutches.*

[Beaux] TRE! What’s up buddy! how’s the leg treating you?

*Tre tries to hop away but Is stopped by Beaux*

[Beaux] Come on Tre, you and I both know you’re not getting anywhere anytime soon. Listen here, I’m really surprised you’re even here, I mean, you’ve been wrestling for how long? 15 years?

*Tre rolls his eyes*

[Beaux] Hey! don’t be mad at me that you’re and old man who’s one wrong step away from shattering his femur!

[Tre] Again I’m 24, so that’s physically impossible but Beaux I’m actually going to the medical room to see if I’m going to be cleared to wrestle you tonight. So we’ll know fairly soon, as in like five minutes.

[Beaux, yelling as Tre begins to walk away] Good Luck with that Old Man!

*Beaux then looks slightly worried, as he pulls his phone out and dials a number*

[Beaux] Hey! we may have a problem here.

*Tre started to make his way towards the medical room with a look of determination in his eyes as he opened the door to enter the room*

*Moments have passed and Tre exits the medical room still with the crutches on as he’s seen sighing deeply* Ugh. Gotta discuss this with Lilywhite. *he said as he got over there quickly and entered her office.*

Tre: I hope you’re not busy at the moment, Lilywhite but I have important news regarding tonight’s match.

[Lilywhite] No, Tre i’m not, please have a seat.

[Tre] So the medical staff said that I’m-

*Beaux enters the room still with his suitcase in hand*

[Beaux] Ah there you are Lilywhite, and of course wherever I go, Tre goes right?

*Tre is seen gritting his teeth*

[Beaux] Anyways, Lilywhite PTOs been approved by corporate so I’m out of here, gonna hit up Bora Bora for a few days anywhere is better than here anyways.

[Lilywhite] *Long Pause* We’ll see Mr. Beaux… We’ll see… I have Mrs. Cardoza on SPEED Dial and I’m not afraid to use a power move, so I suggest you show up next week, other wise dire dire docks for you.

[Beaux] Why the hell would you do that? I’m the reason the Pacific Championship is so sought after. Not you, so with every ounce of respect…. I’m out of here.

[Tre] ANYWAY before you interrupted me again I was gonna say that-

[Beaux] Dude we get it you can’t compete, you weren’t worthy of this title anyways….

*Beaux kicks the crutch out from under Tre causing him to stumble a bit*

*Tre shoots right back up*

[Beaux] what the hell?!?

[Tre] Now… what I was going to say is that I’m cleared to compete tonight! So this PTO and everything else you were just saying isn’t gonna happen because it’s going to be Me vs You TONIGHT for that Championship.

*Tre smirks a little seeing the surprise on Beauxs face*

[Tre] I hope you brought your gear.. because I have mine ready to go. So I’ll see you tonight Beaux. And please. Bring your A-Game tonight while I go get prepared.

*He says walking out the office as he heard towards his locker room as the camera pans in on Beaux’s face visibly pissed off as the camera fades to black*

Backstage the camera picks up with Mike Diamond as the fans cheer.

Diamond: Finally the moment of truth is upon us. Tonight Dennis Black gets his wish. Tonight we will settle things once and for all for this.

Diamond reaches into his bag and holds the VWF championship up right into the camera.

Diamond: No outside interference tonight, no Golden Age to bail you out Black. Every time you have a one on one match with me the outcome always is the same. My hand raised high and you left in the ring wondering what the hell has to be done to beat me.

Diamond puts the championship back in his bag.

Diamond: Black the answer is clear. The answer to your question has always been right in front of your eyes, you just need to open them to see it clearly. There is nothing at all you can do to beat me one on one Black. I am the one thing in your amazing career that you will never be able to conquer.

The crowd starts chanting Diamond over and over while he can be seen just taking it all in.

Diamond: With planet Diamond behind me there is absolutely no way I can lose tonight. So Black get ready because tonight I will give you the loss you crave so much. On this great Thanksgiving day I will be grateful to entertain these fans. On this great Thanksgiving day I will be grateful to take you down a peg again Black. And on this great Thanksgiving day Black you will be grateful when it ends and I am still the champion.

Diamond walks down the hall as the fans cheer him on and the camera fades to black.

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*Tre is seen still In the ring after dropping down after Winning the Pacific championship. As he requests a mic.* *The announcer slides him a mic as Tre quickly grabs it as he then starts standing upright, and as he does so he lifts the title, nodding his head along with the crowd cheering. He then rests the belt on his shoulder getting ready to talk.*

Tre: *Panting a fair bit* I told you Beaux that it didn’t matter that I sprained my MCL facing you on Ignition which Jacob… Showed his true colors to me. But anyway I told you even if I had One leg, I was coming here tonight and that I would bring my A game and you definitely brought yours. My body might be worn down more than I’d like to admit since I do crazy shit for all these people. But it also made me tougher, and overall pretty damn resilient. You hit me with your finisher hell like 4-5 times and I got out of them, NOTHING Was stopping me tonight Beaux. Hollywood stole my spot all I could see, was RED. Thankfully doors opened and I took MY Opportunity back and I finally have Gold again… Speaking of which it’s not the prettiest thing to look at.. I might have to give it some flare.. but THE ANARCHIST HAS DONE IT!

*The crowd erupts as Tre smiles a bit taking it in that he’s finally got gold after not winning one in a fair bit of time* Before I go to the back and heal my wounds and probably have make sure my damn leg is operational cause

*he starts moving his leg with a slight limp* I went through hell tonight and I know this isn’t over between me and Beaux.

*his smile faded before simply staring at the camera* BRING IT ON BEAUX. THIS WAR IS FAR FROM OVER. *He said as dropped the mic his theme song started playing and went the stage, Lifting the title once more as fans cheer and him audibly saying* Finally.. though I can make this belt mean more and I know just the thing. Tune into Ignition and I’ll give everyone a surprise. *He said before walking to back.*

The scene opens with a sweaty Haku clapping his hands as hard as he could. He spit on the on the ground, leaving a mix of Saliva and blood.

Haku: That was the sound of Daniel getting his cheeks CLAPPED all goddamned night by yours truly! The baddest MoFo in this goddamn company. King Haku, King of the Openweight Division. Killer of Careers! ME! I’m that guy!

The audience boos at the VirtuTron.

Haku: Just ask Daniel. He don’t want anymore of this. He tried to take my gold in a triple threat. LOST. Then he brings his small ass here in a one on one. LOST!

Haku held up the Openweight Championship.

Haku: I on to bigger prey now. I gonna be watching the rest of Throwdown very closely. Always on the lookout for new victims.

The scene ends and shifts back to ringside, where the next match is already in progress.

*The Camera pans up to a defeated and angry Beaux Wilde*

[Beaux] LILYWHITE!!!!

*Walking holding his chin*

[Beaux] Hey! Have you seen Lilywhite?

[Backstage Producer] No I have-

*Beaux Slaps him and grabs him by the shirt*

[Beaux] Then FIND HER DAMNIT

*The producer points behind Beaux to a door that says “GM Lilywhite” Beaux turns and kicks the door in as Adam Frye and Lilywhite both stand up, startled*

[Beaux] I want my rematch on the next Ignition and I won’t leave until I get it made official RIGHT NOW! *Beaux Slams his hand on Lilywhites desk* That damn swerve kick should be banned!

[Chief of Staff: Adam Frye] WHAT THE HELL DO YOU WANT PUNK?!

[Lilywhite] WHO THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU ARE? Who the hell do you think you are to come in here without notice and make demands?

[Beaux] Since i’ve been busting my ass for this company since Day 1 while guys like Showtime and Jacob Williams have gotten free rides around here! I’ve been the messiah this company needed, working live shows, never taking a day off until you goons decided to cut me off the shows for weeks at a time! I want my rematch on the next Ignition! NOW!

[Lilywhite] Since you do have a rematch clause in your contract, and since I just don’t like you if I’m being honest… You’ll get you rematch when I’m damn ready to give you one.

[Beaux] You know what, I am so tired of playing nice with you! If you don’t want me to be the guy around here, someone you can happen to RELY on, Then release me, fire me I don’t give a damn! I’ll take my talents somewhere that actually appreciate me, and trust me Dennis won’t be happy with that, you’ve not only made an enemy out of me, BUT the entire Golden Age.

[Adam Frye] Now hold on just a sec-

[Beaux, not breaking eye contact with Lilywhite] Sit the hell down before I demolish you.

[Lilywhite] Beaux, I suggest you sit the hell down yourself before Frye rips you limb by limb… you know what… next week, Adam Frye vs Beaux Wilde hardcore match. If you win Beaux I’ll grant you your rematch, with my ruling, but if you lose, you forfeit your rematch at the championship. NOW GET THE HELL OUT OF MY OFFICE.

*Beaux goes eye to eye with Adam Frye before exiting and slamming the door*

Right after the heavyweight Championship match, cameras follow a group of referees that were running toward the sounds of yelling and carnage. When the referees arrive, they spot the entire Golden Age Faction, each with a weapon in hand, standing over the unconscious bodies of Dixon and Asylum.

Madison, who had gotten the last hit in with a boot of hers, put it back on her foot.

Madison: I say this bonding experience of ours went well. Feel better about Tre, Wilde?

Wilde spit on the ground and tossed his bloody steel chair to the side.

Wilde: Actually, yea. A little. Wish it was Tre laying with these guys, but this will help for now.

Scott frowned toward Madison and Wilde, while Lawrence simply patted Scott on the back.

Kent: We good here?

Dennis: Everyone, The VWF must give thanks for the Golden Age. Look around. Most of this Premium event was filled with ‘us’. No matter what Cardoza, White, Mathews say…they must acknowledge that they ‘need’ us. We are the lifeblood and the backbone of this company. Tre Michaels fluke aside…I’d say tonight was a success.

Scott: If you can actually beat my dad this time.

The room got quiet; referees included. Dennis took a deep breath and walked over to Scott. Kent and Lawrence did their best to get in-between them without touching either of them.

Dennis: Worry not, Scott. I’ll get the job done and bring back what should have been handed to me at the start of this company. Not many people can say they’ve survived a match with me. I stress the word ‘survive’. But I hope the second match in your series isn’t lost to an angry clown and his farmer friend. That would be a stain on this group of elites.

Dennis grinned in Scott’s face, while Scott narrowed his eyes.

Dennis: Now if you will excuse me, I need to go save this company from having two useless men at the forefront of VWF. The stockholders are depending on me. When it is all said and done, everyone will be giving thanks…for the Golden Age.

Dennis walked off, brushing shoulders with Scott on his way to the curtain.

Madison sighed and walked in the other direction.