Revolution Results: June 15th

Backstage, we now go over to the office of WFWF Co-Owner Trace Demon. Sitting behind the desk, Trace appears to be finishing up a call when the door opens up, catching his attention.


Trace Demon: I'll call you back in a minute.


The camera pans to the side and we find the Velocity Grrrl, Penny Shannon, standing there with her arms across her chest, chewing gum.


Penny Shannon: Sup?


Trace tosses his phone over the surface of his desk. Standing from his seat, he walks around the desk and approaches Penny.


Trace: You don't seem too happy to see me.


Penny: Well, the last time we met one on one like this, you were kind of a prick. I mean, yeah, you are one- it's no secret. But I always thought that when it came to the people close, you'd have some limit... So, I'm sorry if I'm not as comfortable as I normally would be!


Trace nods, holding himself back a little.


Trace: I'll take that. I don't like it, but I'll take it. But don't let that fool you into thinking that it's going to change anything.


Penny scoffed.


Penny: Business is business.


Trace: Exactly.


Things seem tense between Trace and Penny as they both collect into a cold hard stare.


Penny: Anyway, I'm here. What can I do for ya?


Trace: Battleground's coming up and I need another hand on Team Demon, an enforcer.


Penny: Alright. But what's in it for me?


Trace leans against his desk, crossing his legs and his arms.


Trace: What do you want?


Penny: I think you know what I want.


Trace: You know that's not happening, but I'll tell you what: as long as you help me gain full control of the WFWF, I'll go easy on Scarlett and you.


Penny gave herself a moment to think about it.


Trace: So, what's it going to be?


Penny held out her hand.


Penny: I'll do it.


Trace shook her hand.


Trace: No reason to be glum, you'll find that there will be benefits once the Trace Demon Empire assumes full control of this promotion.


And on that slightly terrifying line, we return to ringside ready for another classic contest.


Alecia Matthews: Our next match involves two men who faced off in a tag match and now get to showcase their singles talent a little bit more as Cam Nitta faces Dave Demento. The interesting thing about this time tends to be that, in spite of Nitta and Mak Cross winning their tag match against Demento and Randel Benjamin last week, he’s essentially no different on the scale than Demento.


Samael Ahriman: Depending on who you ask, Cam Nitta did most of the work, but Mak Cross took the credit as he was the one who scored the pinfall, not Nitta. Add that to the lack of trustworthiness between the two so-called friends, and no one is really sure just how genuine Cross is about burying the hatchet with Cam.


Alecia Matthews: Assuming he isn’t trying to bury it within Cam’s back.


Samael Ahriman: Well, according to our sources, before tonight went underway, he has promised not to interfere in this match this time.


Alecia Matthews: Because last week proved we all can trust Mak Cross.


Samael Ahriman: A win’s a win, right? Meanwhile, as these two sort their issues, Demento needs to make sure he didn’t return just to add more losses to his record. Randel’s not booked tonight, and while Mak said he wouldn’t get involved, we can’t promise you Demento’s pal would be the same “gentleman” Mak claims to be. Anyway, here’s Adina with the intros.


Christa Adina: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from Toronto, Canada, weighing in a 224 pounds, Dave Demento!


"Cult Of Personality" hits the PA System as Dave walks out holding his arms up in the position of an X. He walks down the ramp with an arrogant smile on his face. Dave gets on the apron and signals to the crowd with his "X" arm sign. Dave jumps on the top turnbuckle and yells out "It's
Time To Get Xtreme!" Dave jumps down as he prepares for his fight against his opponent.


Christa Adina: And his opponent, from Chicago, Illinois, weighing in at 185 pounds, Cam Nitta!


"If you're sick, if you're sick, if you're sick, if you're sick of it
If you're sick, if you're sick, if you're SICK OF IT!"


Cam emerges from the curtains, cloaked in a black hood and black jacket. Cam extends his hands towards the fans as he walks down the entrance way, but he doesn't seem to care much for them high-fiving. When Cam gets to the ring, he sheds his coat as the chorus his, which sets off the pyro on the stage.


Samael Ahriman: MAN, PYRO’S LOUD WHEN YOU’RE JUST A FEW HUNDRED FEET AWAY.


Alecia Matthews: That’s why I’ve invested in ear buds.


Samael Ahriman: WHAT?!


The referee rings the bell and the match begins with Demento immediately rushing and dropping Nitta to the mat with a shoulder block. Demento bounces off the near ropes, hops over Nitta, bounces off the opposite side and gets caught in a Hurricanrana which ends in a pin for Cam, which Demento immediately kicks out of.


Alecia Matthews: Element of surprise did little that time.


Samael Ahriman: WHAT?!


Alecia Matthews: Oh jeeze.


Both men get to their feet and Nitta strikes first with leg kicks, followed by kicks to the side, which Demento tries to block, but with no avail. Nitta then bounces off the ropes only to be caught and spun around before being dropped again by the Black Hole Slam.


Samael Ahriman: Demento not playing around in the opening moments of the match.


Alecia Matthews: Good to know you’re back to normal.


Samael Ahriman: Still got some of those ear buds.


Alecia Matthews: Nope.


Demento goes for a pin, but only gets a two count. He argues with the referee briefly before picking Nitta back up and this time giving him a body slam. He then immediately sits Nitta up, takes his arm and stretches them backwards, as he places his foot in the small of Nitta’s back, trying to make him submit with a surfboard. Nitta screams in pain, but the roar of the crowd gets him back into it, and he eventually flips Demento over onto his back, where Cam pops up and lands a running standing Shooting Star Press for the cover.


Samael Ahriman: Cam’s starting to bring his guns to the table now.


…1…


…2…


Benjamin kicks out and rolls out the ring in an attempt to recover. Cam notices this and bounces off the far side of the ropes and strikes Benjamin with a suicide dive between the ropes to the ringside floor, to the delight of the crowd. The crowd get louder for Cam after he gets up and poses for them.


Alecia Matthews: Pro-Nitta crowd tonight.


Samael Ahriman: I’m pretty sure Dave Demento is one of those guys who even the locker room boos on sight.


Cam gets back in the ring at the count of three, and waits for Benjamin to return, who finally gets in at the count of seven. As Demento climbs on the apron to get back in, Cam tries to strike him again, but gets caught with a shoulder to the gut, which keeps him at bay long enough for Demento to get back in the ring, and proceed to spike Cam on his head with a DDT, which makes him completely vertical for a few seconds before the rest of his body hits the mat. Demento gets back up and drops consecutive elbow drops to Cam before covering him again.


…1…


…2…


Cam kicks out again, to the annoyance of Demento.


Samael Ahriman: Regardless whether you thought Cam got screwed over last week, you can’t deny his will to survive. I know more than a few people in that ring who would’ve been out cold with a DDT like that.


Demento picks Cam up, whips him towards one of the corners and unleashes an onslaught of various punches and elbows, finishing with numerous shoulder tackles in the corner, trying to crush Cam with each tackle. Cam finally slumps to the ground, and Demento gets him up once again, this time to pick him up and place him on the turnbuckle, which he then climbs.


Alecia Matthews: This almost never is a good thing, especially when the smaller guy is on the receiving end here.


Demento tries to taunt the fans while on the second rope a little too long, as Cam recovers just enough to start fight once again while on the top rope, repeatedly punching Demento until he falls from the second rope onto the mat. The crowd gets anxious as Cam looks at where Demento is and looks to connect with the Claymore, before Randel Benjamin makes his way from the back to ringside, as the referee intercepts him before Benjamin could get to Cam.


Alecia Matthews: Sure enough, Randel tries to stick his nose in this match.


Samael Ahriman: Partners help partners.


Alecia Matthews: If you’re going to lose, lose like a man.


Cam steps down from the top rope as Mak Cross comes down to ringside and immediately levels Randel Benjamin from behind, nearly colliding with the referee in the process, who Mak immediately starts to check is OK, providing enough of a distraction for Cam to notice and get upset, yelling at the ref to come back in the ring and for Mak to leave, only for Demento to low-blow Cam from behind, turn him around, pick him up and drops him onto his rising knee, connecting with The Sleeper just as the referee finally gets back into the ring while Demento makes the pin.


Alecia Matthews: Did this really just happen?


…1…




…2…




…3!...


Alecia Matthews: Dammit.


Christa Adina: Here is your winner, Dave Demento!


It’s still early in the show as we head backstage to the locker room of Joe Bishop, where the man himself is gearing up for his match later tonight. He’s in no mood for games coming off of his loss to Trace Demon last week, his very rigid and focused appearance making it clear that he needs to win tonight to make everybody aware that he is still gunning for the WFWF International Championship or hell, maybe that little bit more. Moments pass as we watch his lace his boots before the locker room door creaks open, because no arena is complete without obviously audible doors. Bishop looks up and immediately his face darkens.


Joe Bishop: What the hell do you want, because I’m not gonna sit around and listen to you gloat.


The man in question is none other than the WFWF International Champion, and the co-owner of the WFWF, Trace Demon. He stands there with his signature grin, which has become as much a part of his attire as his hoodie and jeans combo.


Trace Demon: I’m not going to gloat, well, at least not right now. Figure my time is better spent on making sure that I keep this prime little spot of power I’ve earned myself.


Joe Bishop: And what exactly has that got to do with me?


Trace Demon: Well believe it or not you impressed me last week. I mean you couldn’t beat me but then again nobody can right now, I’m damn near immortal when I step foot in that right. But hell, you damn near came close to worrying me and that’s a step up on what happened the last time we faced off.


Joe Bishop: This going somewhere or are you just hear to bore me to death?


Trace Demon: Well turns out I’ve got three spots to fill on a certain team. You know the one, four on four, Team Demon vs. Team Xavier, control of the WFWF, that whole thing.


Joe Bishop: That’s more than just a thing.


Trace Demon: Damn right it is, which is why I need to put together a rock solid team. Now, I don’t know if you’ve noticed this or not but there’s not that many people around here who actually like me.


Joe Bishop: Oh, I wonder why.


Trace lets out a little chuckle, even though it wasn’t really a joke. Trace has been a bit of an ass to the majority of the WFWF roster over the years. Even his closest allies know they can’t trust him, which makes putting a team together a little difficult.


Trace Demon: Thing is, I don’t need to be liked, and I don’t even need to like the people I’m teaming with. What I do need is people I can trust to step into that cage and kick some ass and make sure Xavier Pierce is out of a job when it’s all said and done. Now I figure you want another shot at this title right here.


He taps the WFWF International Championship that hangs gracefully over his shoulder. Joe looks at it, remembers exactly how close he came to winning it last week in the United Kingdom. Yes, he wants another shot.


Trace Demon: You take a spot on my team and you help me win, then I’ll guarantee you another shot. That sound good to you?


Bishop stares down Trace Demon for a moment, considering the deal. He knows he can’t trust Trace Demon, that he is the ultimate snake in the grass, but he also knows that if he doesn’t take him up on the offer then he might be a long time off from getting another shot at the title. And he can’t let that happen, he needs the WFWF International Championship to prove he deserves to be here.


Joe Bishop: You got yourself a deal.


Trace Demon: Good, that makes four.


Joe Bishop: Wait, you’ve found two other people to team with you?


As if it was even possible Trace’s smirk grows wider.


Trace Demon: Of course I have Bishop, remember who you’re talking to. I always have a plan, you’d do very well to remember that.


Bishop takes that in, stares at Trace as the King of Demons turns his back on the young Brit and walks on out of the locker room, the camera following him as he goes. Once he’s out of the locker room he pulls his phone from his pocket and dials a number, bringing the phone to his ear as an unknown recipient answers.


Trace Demon: Yeah, Bishop and Penny are in… nah, just made a few deals… of course not, who do you take me for?


He chuckles again, clearly whoever he’s talking to said some amusing.


Trace Demon: Yeah, just make sure you’re here next week, wouldn’t want to spoil the big moment without having my fourth man in the building... good, I’ll see you then.


And with that the International Champion hangs up the phone and begins to walk off down the corridor, his team for Battleground seemingly complete. And with Xavier Pierce still trying to find four men to challenge the manipulative King of Demons, he’s in a pretty good mood as he vanishes round the corner and the camera fades out.

"Cult of Personality" by Living Colour begins to play. As the cash register sound ends and the music begins, Thunder and Shawn Malakai walk to the ring. But this is cut short by Scarlett Quinn and Penny Shannon who come charging down the isle, knocking both Thunder and Malakai from behind.


Alecia Matthews: Look out, here comes Penlett!


Scarlett with a steel chair knocks Malakai across the back, Penny hitting the back of Thunder's neck with a vicious clothesline. Scarlett uses the chance to continue to pummel Malakai with the steel chair as Penny grabs Thunder and sends him into the ring. The referee calls for the bell and the match is on.


Penny mounts Thunder and knocks him in the face with a series of vicious forearms.


Samuel Ahriman: Ever since Penny Shannon and Scarlett Quinn started dominating our main events, we've seen such viciousness in this ring.


Alecia Matthews: Got a problem with that?


Samuel Ahriman: I'm just saying.


Outside the ring, Scarlett looms over Shawn Malakai, stomping away at his back as the referee starts commanding her to get into the ring. Using Scarlett's distraction, Penny opens Thunder's legs apart and shoves a boot into his groin. Scarlett jumps up to the apron and stands by her corner as the referee turns away to find Penny setting up for another stomp to the groin.


"It's not what it looks like!" Penny shouts at the referee as she locks Thunder into a sharpshooter.
Malakai's hands reach for the apron, but Scarlett Quinn rushes over and intercepts with a blatant stomp over his fingers.


Alecia Matthews: Penlett are doing an incredible job tonight keeping down both Malakai and Thunder.


Pushing himself off the canvass Thunder crawls towards the ropes. Penny cranks in the hold, but Thunder isn't giving up. Thunder eventually reaches the bottom rope, the referee forcing Penny to break the hold.
Penny takes a handful of hair, but Thunder takes a handful of tights and sends Penny sailing over the top rope. The Velocity Grrrl manages to save herself by landing on the apron, but Thunder hits her with a stiff forearm and follows up with an ace crusher over the ropes, sending Penny falling to the outside.


Scarlett Quinn rushes into the ring now and Thunder greets her with a stiff chop across the chest. Scarlett turns around, trying to catch her breath, but Thunder corners her to the turnbuckle and begins an assault of chops, sending Scarlett down on her knees as she tries grasping for air. Thunder plants her with a DDT and goes for the cover.


1... 2- Scarlett kicks outand rolls to the outside. Penny sneaks back in, the legal woman in the match and clips Thunder from behind with a school girl.


1... 2... Thunder kicks out.


On the other corner, Malakai has now made it to the apron, awaiting a tag. Seeing this, Scarlett sprnts across the ring and hits Malakai with a low front-dropkick, sending stumbling back to the outside and before the referee can reprimand Scarlett, the WFWF Champion takes air with a plancha, but Shawn Malakai catches her and shoves into the steel of the turnbuckle before tossing her into the floor with a hard scoop slam.


Malakai makes the jump to the apron and with Thunder, reaching for a tag. Thunder's got Penny hopping on one foot after catching her on an enziguri attempt, reeling her in for the Thunder and Lightning, breaking her into the canvass before tagging in Malakai to finish her off.


Wasting no time, Malakai gets Penny in position for the Hangman's Horror, flipping her into a crucifix position on his back. Scarlett Quinn back into the ring now with a chair. She grabs Penny by the legs and pushes her off the moment Malakai turns over, she spikes him in the head with the chair.


The referee immediately calls for the bell.


Samuel Ahriman: Well, there goes our main event!


Alecia Matthews: What difference does that make? It isn't like its going to hurt either girl, anyway.


Samuel Ahriman: ... You have a point.


Thunder rushes over, but is blocked by Scarlett who looms over Shawn Malakai, blocking herself with the chair. Keeping his guard up, Thunder waits for his opening. Penny on her feet now, by Scarlett's side.


Just then, Wolfgang's "Sanctified" announces itself and the crowd erupts at the sight of Wayne McGurk as he rushes into the ring, Williams following in suit quickly behind. The song stops the moment he comes between Scarlett and Thunder, Williams on the outside supervising.


Wayne: You don't want to do this, listen to me.


Scarlett turns her head, not paying him any mind as he comes closer, trying to reason with her. Slowly, Wayne reaches for the chair and in that moment, father and daughter begin a tug-of-war. Wayne's size difference is enough to steer the chair to his direction, but without any though, Scarlett strikes a kick across his shin and reaches for the chair, swinging it overhead as she rushes towards her father and smashes the chair over his head!


Samuel Ahriman: ...


Alecia Matthews: OH MY GOD!


Samuel Ahriman: She just took out her own father!


Standing over her father, Scarlett begins to shake, her jaw dropped as she looks over at him. Quickly, Penny grabs Scarlett and rushes her out of the ring, holding her close as she leads them both up the isle. Wayne, on one knee now, holds the top of his aching head as Shawn Malakai, Williams and Thunder collect around him. Thunder, angered, yells something to Williams, who smirks and rolls out of the ring. Malakai screams for him to stop. Reluctantly, he obliges.


Shawn Malakai: This was only supposed to be between you and me. Thunder and Williams were only here because they care for your well being. Wayne was only here to help his daughter, you, see the light. But now you have gone and done the unthinkable. The blood of your family is now in your hands you little bitch.


The show fades to black as Camp Malakai cares for Wayne.