Down In the Treme Results: October 14th

And we’re back.


Matthew Werner: Next up we have the first of two Pick Your Poison matches tonight involving two heated rivals. Starting it out is Thunder versus Johnny Knight, Shawn Malakai’s old Revelation team member. Odd choice of opponent, no?


Matt Steel: Well it’s like this. As much as I hate Malakai, I kind of understand why. He really had no other option. He’s burned nearly every bridge he’s had with anyone in the WFWF past and present. So really, who else could he go to except for someone who’s burned just as many bridges? Their hatred of each other aside, it’s win win. Johnny Knight wins, he’s got himself one last win in the WFWF against its most accomplished superstar ever and Malakai has the upper hand whenever they do go at it for the title.


Matthew Werner: And if Knight loses?


Matt Steel: Casualty of war my brother.


When no one comes out, the camera is cut backstage and medics are seen tending to a man on a gurney. Over the entire ruckus, the name Johnny Knight is heard. The medics move and it’s revealed that they are tending to a very half-dead looking Johnny Knight. Standing in the far corner is Shawn Malakai and kneeling next to him looking onward at Knight laughing is Ace Bennett. The look on Malakai’s face isn’t concern, but anger. Ace is getting a sick kick out of the demise of Johnny Knight. Malakai rolls his eyes at Bennett. We cut immeadiately back to ringside. Werner looks dumbfounded.


Matt Steel: Like I said, casualty of war my brother.


Matthew Werner: Do you really think Thunder is capable of that?


Matt Steel: Do I even need to answer that? Thunder’s not a Grand Slam Champion for nothing. He’s played games with the best of them, and it’s tit for tat with Malakai.


We cut to the backstage area, a different area this time, where Phillip Schneider is taping his wrists. Percy stands near him with a pair of scissors. Kylie Olsen off to the side, sitting on a bench.


Phillip Schneider: Tonight, I gotta do this on my own.


Percy starts to protest, but Schneider cuts him off before he can even utter a single coherent word.


Phillip Schneider: What does it prove to out wrestle a guy if I have a manager AND a valet out there, grabbing his foot, causing a distraction.


Percy Jackson: We won’t cause a distraction.


Phillip Schneider: You won’t.. But Kylie causes a distraction just by existing. She’s kind of a head turner.


Percy Jackson: I don’t get why you’d even agree to this stipulation at all. He can use weapons, but you can’t? That’s crazy. Plus you don’t even know what this guy can do..


Phillip Schneider: I don’t know if you’ve noticed Percy, but I’m a bad mother f*cker myself. I’ll be okay. That tubby mother f*cker is more concerned with catering than me. Fatty eat another hot dog. Tonight, it’s business. Tonight is another notch on the belt.. Then Hutton..


A phone is ringing in the distance. Phil leans up, takes the scissors from Percy, and cuts his own tape.


Phillip Schneider: Answer that. Take care of it. Tell Sam that she knows better than to call me here. If it’s an emergency, which I assume it isn’t, tell her I’ll talk to her when I get to the hotel tonight, and that I love her.


Kylie Olsen: You should hire a secretary.


Phillip Schneider: Why? I have Percy.

Matt Steel and Matthew Werner begin chatting amongst one another, not knowing they’re back on camera.

The lights in the arena dim, The introduction of "Last Resort" by Papa Roach plays, but only leads into “Wrap Your Troubles In Dreams” by The 69 Eyes, which blares over the P/A system. The lights immediately come back up and begin to flash in the entrance way and Phillip Schneider makes his way through the curtain alone. Schneider makes his way to the ring, climbing to the apron and peeling off his jacket, setting it in the corner before climbing into the ring. Schneider unhooks the WFWF National title from around his waist and requests a microphone.


Matt Steel: That’s not his title you know. Hutton Brown is the WFWF National champion.


Matthew Werner: Shhh.


Someone hands Schneider a microphone.


Phillip Schneider: I told Hutton Brown, that when you don’t think like a snake, you’re attacked by a snake. When you’re not prepared for an attack, it’s rehabilitating. The blitzkrieg was only as successful as it was because there was no way to prepare for it but I.. I have a further evolved brain than most people. I have a different wave length of thinking than most people and I’ve come prepared. I haven’t taken this National title out of my sight since I took it from the grubby paws of Hutton Brown and tonight, while I take care of business.. It’s going to be in a safe spot.


A ring on a steel cord drops from the ceiling.


Phillip Schneider: No, not in the hands of Percy.. Percy is weak and easily beaten up.. And not in the hands of Kylie. She is a woman. She is easily beaten up and robbed as well.. I have another ally though. This ally is called gravity.


Schneider straps the WFWF National title around the ring. It hoists up a few inches, but dangles still within reach.


Phillip Schneider: Hutton Brown, all I have heard for the last week is how I am not the rightful owner of this championship, how I don’t deserve it.. But possession is nine tenths of the law. Have you ever heard of adverse possession, Hutton? Adverse possession is when property can change hands, without compensation, in our case, a win, simply by one person over taking the property.. The National title.. And receiving no resistance. Usually said resistance doesn’t come because the person has abandoned the property, or doesn’t know they own it in the first place.. Your resistance doesn’t come because of fear.


Matt Steel: He’s instituting squatter’s rights on the National title?


Matthew Werner: Didn’t he and Percy do basically the same thing with the Tag Team titles like six years ago?


Matt Steel: See, now you’re making it clear that Schneider is writing this segment, because no one else would have remembered such obscure Phillip Schneider and Los Hobos history. Way to break the fourth wall, Matt.


Phillip Schneider: You’re afraid of me, Hutton. You’re afraid of what I’ll do. I can see it in your eyes. I can see when you look at me, you tremble with fear. You can say whatever you want, whatever makes you feel secure within your own subconscious, but deep down inside, you know I’ve got your number. You know that when we’ve tangled, every time, you’ve come out worse than you were going in.. Whether it was a snake bite for your birthday..


Matt Steel: It wasn’t his birthday.


Phillip Schneider: A broken wrist when we brawled.. Or a loss on your record when you aligned yourself with that pathetic amoeba, the lowest form of life, Trace Demon.. Every time we’ve tangled.. Something has come out flawed with you. That’s why you don’t dare try to come and take your championship from me.. Why you’re biding your time until Superbrawl, when you have already committed to tangling with me. It’s smart, you know. Don’t put yourself in harms way more than need be.. Unfortunately, Superbrawl may be your realization of mortality, Hutton.. We tangle.. The belt..


The belt raises high above the ring, the cord winding it up and raising it high in the air.


Phillip Schneider: It’ll be above the ring. At Superbrawl, possession of the championship will be legal and full rights to it. Whoever is able to gain possession of the belt will be the undisputed WFWF National Champion. Be it a ladder, a fork lift, an elaborate swinging scaffold or a Tarzan rope, whichever one of us is able to retrieve the championship belt from above the ring first will win the match.. And the championship. This is our final battle, Hutton. I hope you’re prepared.. Because I am.


"This Is Extreme" by Harry & The Slashtones hits the speakers as Randel Benjamin makes his way on the entrance ramp. He is pushing a shopping cart full of weapons towards the ring. He takes a chair from the audience and smashes it over his own head as blood starts to fall from his forehead. He walks down to the ring as he takes a light tube from under the ring and slides the tube and himself into the ring. He gets up and starts pointing the light tube to the fans and the announcers before putting it into the middle of the ring as he backs off into a corner and gets ready for the match.


Matthew Werner: This is a one way street death match. Care to explain to the viewers at home what that means, Matt?


Matt Steel: Basically, Schneider’s at a handicap. It’s No DQ for the big guy, but all regular rules for Schneider. A one way street.


Bell sounds and this match is under way. Benjamin lumbers across the ring and swings the light tube. Duck from Schneider and he throws a leg kick. Benjamin leans in agony. Another leg kick from Schneider. A kick to the stomach and the big man is rocking, but he draws the light tube up and smashes it over Schneider’s head. Glass and light tube dust flies everywhere as Schneider stumbles away.


Matt Steel: Like an ape crossed with dynamite, it‘s a baboom!


Matthew Werner: Shrapnel flying everywhere from that fluorescent light tube shot to the head of Phillip Schneider.


Schneider into the corner, trying to clear his eyes. Randel Benjamin rushes in and avalanches him. Schneider is crushed between the corner and the bulbous Benjamin. Benjamin rolls to the outside. He grabs some weapons from his cart of pain. A trash can, a banjo, which get thrown into the ring haphazardly, a big bucket, which is carefully set under the bottom rope, and a 2x4. Randel grabs a bottle of lighter fluid and some duct tape, then rolls into the ring. Schneider is well recovered and he nails Benjamin with a double axe handle, causing Benjamin to fumble what may possibly be an axe handle.


Matthew Werner: Schneider trying to keep the weapons out of play in this match.


Matt Steel: It’s smart. If he can’t use them, no one should, in his opinion.


Schneider locks on a cravate on the big man and begins to throw high knee lifts. Benjamin throws a judo thrust. Schneider does a spinning back fist right into the face of Benjamin. Benjamin grabs his board and jams it into the kidneys of Schneider. Benjamin drives the board over the back of Schneider, Schneider falls to the mat in pain.


Matt Steel: I think Schneider is a little “board” with this match.


Matthew Werner: Did you really need to do the air quotes?


Matt Steel: I did. I heard it annoys Phillip Schneider, and I don’t like him.


Matt Steel burps into the microphone. Benjamin throws away his board. He grabs the banjo. Schneider is to his knees and Benjamin drills him with the banjo. Banjo fragments fly everywhere and Schneider crumbles like the thin wood back.


Matt Steel: Ba da ba ba ba ba ba da bow..


Matthew Werner: You have no rhythm.


Matt Steel: And you smell bad. What’s your point?


Benjamin grabs the trash can. He empties it out, a piece of rope inside. Benjamin waits for Schneider to get to his feet. Schneider is busted wide open. Schneider walks towards Benjamin and is drilled in the head with the trash can. Schneider stumbles but doesn’t fall. Benjamin turns the trash can so the crashed side is down, then blasts Schneider again. Schneider falls into the ropes, then rebounds with a lariat on Benjamin. Benjamin is staggered and falls into the ropes, trapping himself between the top and middle ropes.


Matt Steel: He’s been Andre’d!


Schneider sees this opportunity as what it is. The referee is trying to get Benjamin free from the ropes. Schneider drives the point of his elbow into Benjamin’s forehead. Mounting over Benjamin, Schneider drives his elbow over and over into the forehead of Benjamin, splitting the rotund grappler wide open as well. Schneider rakes at the newly opened cut with his bare hands, scratching away at the wound. The referee starts a five count.


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Schneider stops gouging at the wound, only to slap Benjamin across the face.


Matthew Werner: How ironic is it that Randel Benjamin has spent most of this match bludgeoning Schneider with weapons, but the referee starts a disqualification count on Schneider for doing a hold in the ropes?


Matt Steel: Schneider deserves it. For all the pain and agony that he’s caused people over the last 10 months, he deserves everything he’s got coming to him in this match, and more.


Benjamin frees himself from the ropes. Schneider runs at him and clotheslines him over the top rope and to the floor. Schneider starts out of the ring. Referee starts the ten count on Schneider only. Schneider flips the referee off, kicks Benjamin in the ribs, then rolls back into the ring.


Benjamin pulls up the ring skirt. He pulls out a deer head from under the ring and a ladder. Viciously, he rips the antlers off of the deer head and throws them into the ring. He then slides the ladder into the ring. As Benjamin climbs back into the ring Schneider ambushes him with stomps. Schneider drops an elbow. And a diving knee. Benjamin is struggling to get to his feet. He grabs the antlers and jabs Schneider in the side. Schneider backs away.


Matt Steel: You mess with the bull, you get the horns.


Matthew Werner: You were waiting for that pun, weren’t you?


Matt Steel: Yes.


Benjamin goes to his big bucket. He hoists it up and dumps it on Schneider. Emptying the giant bucket, he empties thousands upon thousands of glistening gold thumbtacks onto the prone body of Phillip Schneider. Benjamin hits the ropes. Rebounding slowly, he comes towards Schneider and drops a giant elbow.. But Schneider rolls out of the way and Benjamin lands in nothing but tacks! He climbs to his feet and he blubber has absorbed hundreds of tacks like a Styrofoam ball.


Matt Steel: That’s not fair! Schneider used the tacks!


Matthew Werner: No, Schneider avoided getting tacked, Benjamin did the damage to himself.


Schneider to his feet. He stomps around in the tacks. Literally almost doing a dance in the tacks. Benjamin gets to his feet. Schneider kicks him with his tacky boots. Benjamin grabs his board and hits Schneider with it. Benjamin goes to the lighter fluid. He thoroughly saturates the end of the board in lighter fluid. Schneider to his feet. Benjamin flicks a lighter. He’s trying to light the end on fire. Schneider on the attack with a lariat. A second lariat. He backs up for a third, but Benjamin succeeds in lighting the board on fire! Schneider rushes forwards and catches a flaming board to the stomach!!


Matthew Werner: FIRE! FIRE!


Matt Steel: He’s burned!


Schneider stumbles and staggers away. Benjamin tosses the flaming board to the outside, where it is promptly extinguished. Benjamin grabs the rope. He lassos one of Schneider’s hands. Schneider fighting off with his left hand. He drills Benjamin in the face with a few stiff punches. Benjamin with a head butt, then he loops the rope around Schneider’s other arm. Schneider’s arms are now tied behind his back. Benjamin goes to the duct tape. He’s going to tape Schneider’s tied hands up. Schneider falls into the ropes, a rebound, then a Yakuza kick to the back of Benjamin’s head!!

Matthew Werner: Jacuzzi kick!


Benjamin goes down. Schneider climbs to the top rope. Off the top, a big double stomp! Sliding from the double stomp into a back senton. Cover from Schneider. He’s unable to hook the leg.


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The bell sounds. Schneider gets to his feet. He’s trying to get his hands untied. Schneider is struggling to get free. Benjamin, realizing defeat, rolls out of the ring and starts picking tacks out of himself. The lights dim.


"Crying and hiding this feeling,
Running and fighting for freedom.
Crying and hiding this feeling,
Running and fighting for freedom.
Crying and hiding this feeling,
Running and fighting for freedom.
Crying and hiding this feeling,
Running and fighting for FREEDOM!"


A whispering voice repeating the same phrase four times over leaves the crowd slightly unnerved until the heavy guitar rifts of “Impossible” by Manafest begins to rock the arena. Only seconds after the guitar lets loose does The Rated X Superstar burst out from behind the curtain. Hutton pointing down at the ramp multiple times as he makes his way to the top of the ramp. Schneider looks up the ramp through the blood with a horrified look on his face. A clearly defenseless look. Brown continues his march to the ring as he moves down the ramp at a quick pace; Hutton slapping hands with a few fans on his way to ringside.


Matt Steel: The champ is here!


Hutton Brown into the ring. Schneider runs at him and Hutton drills him in the face with his cast covered arm. Schneider crumbles backwards, falling onto his own arms. Hutton with the mount on the bloodied Schneider. Hard right hand, then a raining left with the cast. A slap with the right and another hammering blow from the cast covered left.


Matthew Werner: Schneider is defenseless and Hutton Brown is destroying him.


Matt Steel: And Schneider deserves every bit of it. I might get in there and get a few blows myself!


Schneider rolls his hips. He’s really trying to get free.. But nothing is happening. Hutton stands over him raining blows with the cast. Schneider’s blood stains the cast of Hutton Brown. A few more blows and Schneider passes out from the blows. Hutton climbs to his feet. He looks up at the National title. Hutton looks at the ladder that Randel Benjamin brought into the ring. Then the title.. But he walks away. The National title is left hanging in the balance, literally.


Matthew Werner: I guess the title is just going to hang there until Superbrawl..


Matt Steel: But Superbrawl isn’t in this arena!


Commercial break.

And we're back with the main event match! “Becoming the Bull” by Atreyu hits the speakers and Ace Bennett comes out on stage to a roar from the crowd. He looks focused as he walks to the ring occasionally acknowledging the fans. He slides into the ring as he music quickly shifts in “Absent”. He turns to the stage as Michael Kyzer appears with Fred Durst in tow. They start walking to the ring with Kyzer smiling all the way. Suddenly Ace springboards off the top rope and drills Kyzer and Durst with a dropkick. The action quickly gets going as Ace gets up to his feet first and delivers a kick to Kyzer’s ribs. He pulls Kyzer up and rolls him into the ring.


Matthew Werner: Ace is really getting started quickly here. He is out for blood on Kyzer.


Matt Steel: What I don’t get is why Kyzer keeps company with a douche like Fred Durst. I am sick of seeing this guy.


Ace slides right in and starts laying in the punches, viciously going after Kyzer. Ace gets to his feet pulling Kyzer up with him. He starts in with kicks alternating to each leg. Ace bounces off the ropes and nails a hard dropkick on Kyzer. Ace goes to bounce off the ropes again but Durst grabs Ace’s foot. Ace turns and propels himself over the top rope onto Durst.


Matt Steel: Nice. That is what I like to see.


Matthew Werner: It has been all Ace so far. Maybe Kyzer has his work cut for him.


Matt Steel: The man just needs to get some rhythm. He’ll be fine.


Matthew Werner: I am not so sure. Ace is looking well ‘ace’ tonight.


Matt Steel: Seriously? Out of all the words you could use, you are going with that?


Matthew Werner: Why not?


Matt Steel: You are the most unoriginal person I know.


Ace slides back into the ring and makes his way over to Kyzer. Kyzer begins to get to his feet. Ace delivers a kick to Kyzer again. He tries for a second one, but Kyzer catches it and hits a dragon screw. Kyzer takes a moment to get oriented then goes on the attack. He pulls Ace up and slams him back to the mat with a belly to belly suplex. Kyzer quickly locks in a cross knee lock. Ace manages to get to the ropes.


Matthew Werner: Ace lucked up there. I thought it was all over.


Matt Steel: You just said he was going to beat Kyzer not two minutes ago.


Matthew Werner: That is still my prediction.


Matt Steel: Level with me, do you have asperger’s?


Matthew Werner: …I got a match to call.


Kyzer breaks the hold and starts stomping on the knee. He pulls Ace up but Ace catches him with a jawbreaker out of nowhere. Ace gets to his feet first. He climbs to the top turnbuckle and waits for Kyzer to stand. Ace leaps off and goes for a hurricane but Kyzer catches him and turns it into a running powerbomb. Kyzer doesn’t relent as he locks in a single leg boston crab on the leg he was targeting.


Matthew Werner: Kyzer looks to be targeting the leg. He is going to prevent Ace from walking out of here.


Matt Steel: You can tell me if you do have it.


Ace refuses to tap out manages to get to the ropes. Kyzer drops the hold. Durst yells for Kyzer to kill him. Kyzer pulls Ace up lifts him up for an inverted brainbuster but Ace manages to get out of it and land on his feet. Kyzer quickly turns and nails Ace in the head. Ace staggers back into the corner. Kyzer approaches and Ace kicks him in the face. Ace comes running out and hits a dropkick on Kyzer.


Matt Steel: That was a pretty sick dropkick. Well as much as a dropkick can be sick.


Matthew Werner: Pretty sick, yes sir.


Matt Steel: …


Trace Demon walks out on stage and begins to walk towards the ring. Ace looks him but then drops a quick elbow on Kyzer and then a standing moonsault. Durst walks towards Trace and begins to have words with him. Ace runs, slides under the bottom rope behind Durst. He pushes Durst from behind into a jumping one footed kick from Trace. The two just stare as Ace slides back into the ring and Trace just watches. Ace pulls Kyzer up but Kyzer grabs him and hits a side Russian leg sweep. Kyzer gets to his feet and notices Trace. Kyzer leans on the ropes and spits on Trace.


Matt Steel: Talk about insulting. You get shot in the hood doing that.


Matthew Werner: That is so unhygienic.


An engraged Trace slides into the ring as Kyzer backs up. The ref tries to stop Trace but Trace drills the ref knocking him out. Trace runs and nails a spear on Kyzer. Ace has gotten to his feet at this point and bounces off the ropes and hits the Salt City Spiral on Kyzer. Trace grabs Ace and throws him out of the ring and turns towards Kyzer. He grabs Kyzer and locks in a guillotine choke.


Matthew Werner: Kyzer is really getting a beating tonight.


Matt Steel: It is two on one. It is completely unfair.


Matthew Werner: Kyzer does have Fred Durst in his corner.


Matt Steel: And that is supposed to help something?


Matthew Werner: I realized it was stupid after I said it.


A hooded masked man jumps the railing and slides into the ring as Ace slides in from the other side. The masked man cracks the chair over Ace’s head. He turns and nails Trace before he realizes what is happening. He drops the chair and throws back the hood. He rips the mask off.


Matthew Werner: Holy sh~t! It is Drakz.


The crowd is in an uproar at the sight of Drakz. Durst slides in, grabs the chair and nails Trace with it, knocking him out of the ring. He hits Ace with it knocking him out as well. Durst turns and Drakz kicks him in the midsection. Drakz drops him with a vicious Needle Damage. Kyzer is managing to get to his feet as Drakz turns on him.


Matt Steel: I love this guy. He destroyed that douche.


The both just break out into grins as Vex'D - Heart Space (feat. Anneka) hits the speakers. Kyzer spits on a fallen Durst as he stands there with Drakz as we cut to commercial.