Revolution Results: November 16th

Christa Adina: The following contest is set for one fall!


“Falling Inside” starts to play as Samael Ahriman makes his way from behind the curtain to the stage. He stands there momentarily, staring into the crowd. Once the chorus of his theme hits, he crosses his arms as fireworks shoot off from behind him, like a rising and falling waterfall of purple and gold. Once the fireworks end, he makes his way down the ramp, completely ignoring the existence of the fans. He climbs the steps into the ring and stands in the center of it, looking up to the stage sideways, awaiting his opponent.


Christa Adina: Introducing first, from Ira, Vermont, Samael Ahriman!


Alecia Matthews: As you folks can see, I'm alone on commentary for this one as my regular commentary partner has decided to go out there and settle a grudge.


??: Not so fast, you definitely aren't alone tonight.


Arriving from seemingly nowhere, former WFWF wrestler Cameron Stone, appears, donning a terrible sweater with patterns of reindeer and snowflakes on it. He has his hair slicked back, as he sits down next to Alecia, apparently as a replacement for Samael in this match.


Alecia Matthews: Cameron Stone! What are you doing here?!


Cameron Stone: Easy there killer. Thought I'd drop by. You know, this place needs a bit of star power once in a while. And no one wants to listen to you by yourself for longer than 30 seconds.


Alecia Matthews: Right....


The beginning guitar riff of "Over and Under" echoes through the arena as the lights go dark. Flashes of orange light illuminate the entrance ramp as the guitar continues. After about 10 seconds, the scream of the opening of the song is heard as Ace Bennett makes his way out to the arena, the orange flashes illuminating his body. Cupping his hands, he screams "COME ON!" to the crowd as the normal arena lights come on. The crowd cheers as Ace walks down the ramp with a purpose, a look a focus on his face. He acknowledges the cheers by bobbing his head up and down and pointing into the crowd as he makes hi way to the ring. The chorus echoes through the arena as Ace slides under the bottom rope and climbs the turnbuckle, pointing out to the crowd and hyping himself up before the match starts, starring across the ring at Samael.


Christa Adina: And his opponent, from Syracuse, New York. He is Ace Bennett!


Alecia Matthews: Ace and Sam have had a little bit of a rivalry going since Ace returned to the WFWF, with Samael making his distate for Ace well known on commentary and the two going at it in a number of brawls. They look to settle their differences here tonight.


Cameron Stone: I don't know, Sammy might have stepped in a bit over his head tonight. Ace is a battle tested veteran despite his young age and Ahriman is well.......a bit over the hill.


Alecia Matthews: Don't underestimate Sam, Cameron. He's the last guy to step down from a fight. Which is why this whole thing started in the first place. Ace Bennett disappeared from the WFWF a number of months ago, leaving his tag team partner and then fellow WFWF Tag Team Champion Raider to fight on his own. Samael stepped in for Ace, fighting The New Epoch in a losing effort for the WFWF Tag Team Championship belts.


Cameron Stone: We'll see.


The bell rings and the match gets underway. The crowd cheers on their color commentator as the two stand across the ring from one another. Ace seems hesitant to fight, but Ahriman has a look of pure determination on his face. The two approach each other and circle the ring, sizing each other up. Ace stops in his tracks and begins to speak with Samael, who also stops. Unable to hear the exchange, the crowd boos at the lack of action.


Alecia Matthews: It looks like Bennett is trying to reason with Sam, I don't think that's going to work.


Bennett extends his hand to his adversary, in a sign of good sportsmanship. However, Samael's face now reads anger and complete agitation as his face grows redder and redder. Swinging his arm backward, Samael takes a swing at Ace's face, only for Ace to catch the wily veteran's hand.


Cameron Stone: HE SAW THAT COMING FROM A MILE AWAY!!!! I mean -erm- that was a good reflexive move by Ace there.


Ace shakes his head at Samael before flooring him with a clothesline that sends Samael to the mat. Ace backs off immediately allowing Ahriman some time to recover, although it doesn't appear that he needed much. Once up, Ahriman signals for Ace to come at him and then locks arms with him. Sending him flying into the ropes, Samael swings at Bennett, attempting a clothesline, only for Ace to duck. Still running, Ace bounces off the ropes again and jumps at Ahriman, bringing him to the ground with a shoulder block.


Alecia Matthews: Ace Bennett with the upper hand early on here.


Cameron Stone: WHAT A SHOULDER BLOCK! THAT HAD TO HURT!


Alecia Matthews: Looked pretty basic to me.....


Bennett picks up Ahriman, and lets him stand for a second. Ace loudly asks Samael “Can you at least talk to me” and awaits a response before taking further action. Samael, already a little winded, simply mouths the words “No” still standing there. Ace shakes his head and looks at his opponent before mouthing “Then I'm sorry, I must do this” before slapping the taste out of Samael's mouth, a smack echoing through the arena. The slap is enough to bring Samael down to one knee, where Ace bounces off of the rope and plants a kick on the back of Samael's head, putting him on his back.


Alecia Matthews: Samael......


Cameron Stone: Damn! Ace is really laying into him!


Ace goes for the pinfall, but Samael kicks out at two. Sensing more fight in his opponent, Ace picks up Samael and Irish whips him into the corner turnbuckle. Charging, Ace jumps in the air and dropkicks Samael, driving both of his feet into his chest. The impact causes Ahriman to sit in the corner, completely vulnerable. Ace quickly gets to his feet and begins laying the boots into Samael's stomach. The referee begins to count Ace out, but he relents at the count of four before he is disqualified.


Cameron Stone: Ace has got this one in the bag, eh Alicia? Old fart bit off more than he can chew!


Ace picks Samael up and tried to lift him up for the Syracuse Drop, but Samael still has fight in him and kicks Bennett away, not allowing himself to be lifted up. With some distance between the two of them, Samael once again charges, trying to get the upper hand. However, once again Ace ducks under a clothesline attempt. Ace then begins really digging into Samael, kicking him repeatedly in the knees, each shot thundering through the arena. Samael finally is brought to a ground after Ace ends his combination with a Spinning Backfist.


Alecia Matthews: It's like he's one step ahead of him.....every time.


Cameron Stone: Well what did you expect!?! Ace is a monster!


Ace runs at the ropes, this time jumping up and springboarding off of them. Doing a beautiful flip through the air, Ace executes a Springboard Moonsault. However, before making impact, Samael moves out of the way! Going for the pinfall on the crashed and burned Bennett, Ahriman only gets a two count.


Alecia Matthews: See! I told you! Sam has a lot more fight in him than that!


As Sam is standing up, Ace brings him back to the ground with a spinning kick. Standing up, Ace looks at the crowd and shakes his head at Ahriman as he holds his back in pain. As Sam begins to stir, Bennett hunches down, apparently ready to end the match. As Ahriman is shaking off the cobwebs, he stands up facing Ace. A kick to the face from Bennett causes Ahriman's back to face his opponent. With great quickness, Ace delivers another kick, this time to the center of Ahriman's spine. As Ahriman lurches backwards, his head leaning backwards in pain, Bennett jumps up and wraps his legs around his opponent's neck. Forcing all of his weight backwards, he executes a Standing Syracuse Drop, spiking Ahriman's head into the mat.


Alecia Matthews: No....


Cameron Stone: OH MY GOD HE'S DEAD!


Mercifully, Bennett goes for the pin, where the referee makes the three count. The bell rings as “Over and Under” once again blares through the arena, this time in Bennett's victory.


Christa Adina: Here is your winner, Ace Bennett!


Cameron Stone: That was brutal, complete domination by Ace there.


Alecia Matthews: He's asking for a mic!


Ace Bennett motions that he wants a microphone as Ahriman lay still in the middle of the ring, the referee could've counted to 100 and he still wouldn't have kicked out.


Ace Bennett: Samael, I hope you understand why I did this. I know you are itching to be a full time competitor here in the WFWF once again, I can tell whenever I listen to your bitter commentary when I watch my matches. Everyone can. I know you can hear me Sam, and I hope you see the favor that I am doing for you here tonight. Unfortunately Sam, you're time has past. You just don't cut it anymore, and I had to show you that before you came in the ring and got yourself killed, like you nearly did against The New Epoch.


Ace looks over to Samael, who has now propped himself up against the turnbuckle. He looks at Ahriman with sincere eyes, and is met with pure abhorrence in return.


Ace Bennett: I know you're angry now. Hell, I'd be angry if some young kid came here and told me I was no longer a competent competitor, but you'll know the favor I'm doing for you once the anger subsides. You've had your glory, it's time to let others have theirs. Thank you for the match Sam, I am now clean of my wrongdoings towards you. Let's get you backstage and get you some medicine for that headache I'm sure you have.


Ace extends his hand to Samael, offering to help him up. Blatantly avoiding the offer, Samael pushes himself up to his feet, heavily using the ring ropes for assistance. With all of his might, Samael slaps Ace's extended hand away from him before pushing him to the ground. Pointing his finger at Bennett, Samael screams that he will see him at Scars and Stripes. Gingerly, Samael exits the ring, heading backstage without a further word. In the ring, Ace is sitting on the ground shaking his head and smiling, feeling he did the right thing.


Cameron Stone: Well....that was heavy.


David Garcia, still in his ring gear is standing alongside Daniel Knight.


Daniel Knight: Mr. Garcia, how do you feel about your match with Jaysonn Garrett opening the show?


David Garcia, rubbing his ribs, studders a bit before finnally answering.


David Garcia: Well Daniel, Jayson Garrett, is nothing. I may have lost, but I looked damn well better than he did winning. I may be a local competitor, but put me in a match with a nobody, like Andrew Carter, Beast Kahn, Dex, anyone else, then bet money, and a WFWF contract, Id win. Easy.


Daniel Knight looks shocked, but begins to ask next question.


Daniel Knight: How did you feel when you walked out of that curtain to hear, and see, all those people in the stands?


David Garcia: Oh, please, that felt-


Garcia is inturrupted midsentence by a familiar voice from off camera.


Unknown: Oh, a nobody, huh?


Garcia looks to his right, as his eyes bulge out. Andrew Carter, dressed in plain black tights, red and white boots, and a black TapOut shirt walks beside Garcia.


Andrew Carter: Oh, so you mean to tell not only Daniel, all the people out there, and even ME, that if Trace Demon were to put you in a match with me, you would win, easily? You see, you dont know me, or what the hell Im capable of. You, Mr. Garcia, know that Jayson Garrett beat the hell out of you and there is no doubt about it, thats why your ribs arent doing so well now are they? I didn’t think so. Scars and Stripes is coming up soon, and unlike you, I’m actually going to compete, you know why?


Garcia gulps, but stays silent, obviously nervous, but continues to stare into Carters eyes.


Andrew Carter: Because I didnt make my debut as a local competitor and get my ass beat, I signed a contract with the boss, and kicked ass in my debut match. I lost, yes, no doubt about it, but guess what? I looked damn well good in the process.


Carter winks at the camera before kicking Garcia in the gut, and hitting End Of Days on the tiled flooring. Carter stands up, and looks at the unconsious body of Garcia.


Andrew Carter: Goodnight, sleep tight.. Dont. Let. The bed bugs... Bite...


What time is it? Commercial time!

Christa Adina: Ladies and gentlemen, would you please at this time welcome the owner of the WFWF, Trace Demon!


The crowd go crazy with boos as “Shoot the War Pigs” hit the speakers, the fans certainly making their feelings known for the unpredictable owner and number one contender to the World Heavyweight Championship. Trace Demon walks out onto the ramp, as per usual in simple street clothes because he’s a ‘casual kind of guy’ and without the pyrotechnics given this is a moment of business, not of wrestling. The King of Demons looks around at the crowd, taking in their disdain with his usual snarky grin, before beginning to make his way down towards the ring. He ignores the fans on either side as they attempt to get a touch of the biggest antagonist in WFWF’s recent history as he walks around the ring and ascends the steel ring steps, entering the ring between the ropes and approaching Christa Adina. She hands over her microphone and he gives her a little nod, allowing her to lead the ring while he waits for the crowd to die down.


Alecia Matthews: Trace Demon announced on Twitter this week that he’s got a big, game-changing announcement for the WFWF right here tonight on Revolution, and I think it’s time we heard exactly what it is.


Samael Ahriman: Well Trace doesn’t hype things like this often, if anything he’s always quiet and shifty about his plans, so for him to be calling this game-changing it’s got to be big.


Alecia Matthews: Can I just mention Samael that Trace seems to have some kind of split-personality thing going on. Whenever he’s focusing on wrestling then he’s a complete sociopath but when he’s out here for business then he’s actually kind of professional.


Samael Ahriman: The guy’s crazy, what can we really say?


With the crowd having died down a little in their hate, probably because they got tired of booing, Trace Demon takes the opportunity to speak.


Trace Demon: All of you know that whenever I step in this ring I make a statement, I do things that make you all sit up on the edge of your seats and watch because you know you’ll never forget what you’re seeing. But this shouldn’t only apply to what I do in this ring; I realized this week that the one thing this company has been missing behind the scenes is my attitude inside this ring. This company needs to be making an impact every single week, it needs to be getting people talking every opportunity it gets and that is exactly what I do in this ring, so from now it’s exactly what I’ll do outside of it as well. And what better way to start that off than by proving that I know what’s best for business and that I do everything it takes to achieve that.


Some parts of the crowd continue to boo because that’s just what they want to do when they see Trace Demon’s smug face, but the rest are just too interested in what he has to say to interrupt. If anyone really means it when they say they’ve got a big announcement it’s the King of Demons after all.


Trace Demon: So I’m betting the question you’re all asking yourself is what could Trace Demon have possibly done in the past week that would get oh so many people talking. And the question I ask is are you all insane? I’m Trace Demon! What couldn’t I do?


Alecia Matthews: Certainly not lacking in confidence this owner of ours.


Samael Ahriman: Or madness, he’s not lacking in madness either.


Trace Demon: So we need to start with a bang right? If I’m going to make this a must watch show each and every week we can’t start with a half measure. So earlier this week I announced exactly how I’m going to do it – by bringing back one of the stars of this company, a man each and every one of you know. A man that I know all too well. Me and him have had our problems in the past but truth be told I’ve always respected him because he’s a crazy son of a b***h who kicks ass and quite clearly… I can relate. He’s a man who has achieved everything this company has to offer, a man who has headlined pay per views, won titles and made history defining moments in this very ring. He is one of the very few men who has taken me to my limit and I couldn’t think of many other men I’d rather have back in this company than this man…


Trace points up to the ramp, all eyes turning to see who exactly is this big game-changing returnee. There is no entrance music. There are no pyrotechnics. There is just a man stepping out onto the WFWF Revolution stage. A man looking no different to many members of the audience. His hair shaved close to his head, his beard long and untamed. No ring gear to be seen, just a dark blue woolen pullover, a pair of jeans and trainers. There is little amazing about the man now walking the ramp to the ring and so the crowd responds as such, in that they don't react at all......to begin with.


Alecia Matthews: Well so much for Trace Demon's business changing announcement. Who is this bum?


Samael Ahriman: I'm not....Maybe....


A murmur spreads throughout the building that grows with time, and those close enough to see peer over one another's shoulders to catch a closer glimpse of this man. He climbs the ring steps and ducks under the top rope, keeping his eyes off of the full arena, maintaining a reserved demeanor. The murmur of the crowd has risen to a hubub and it's evident one or two people aren't impressed with this nobody. He and Trace Demon exchange a nod of recognition and Trace passes him the mic, moving to the corner and allowing this man to take centre stage.


Alecia Matthews: There better be a good explanation for this.


Samael Ahriman: Wait I've got it! That's....


Some Man: Drakz. If you're all wondering who this man before you is, it's Drakz.


The arena errupts, half with approval, half with disbelief. Trace looks around the crowd with a satisfied smile on his face, nodding slowly.


Drakz: I may not look as you remember me, but that's because for the most part I'm not.


He pauses and runs his free hand down his face and beard. Now for the first time he looks around him and begins to take note of where he is.


Drakz: It's been just over a year since I last stood in this ring, and that last time I had the tag team title in my hand and a victory over Raider moments previous.


The crowd pops as they remember the very night.


Drakz: Things took an unexpected turn immediately after that....


The crowd pop again, louder this time, which visibly makes Drakz wince.


Drakz: But I'm not here to talk about that. What I am here to talk about is the proposition laid out to me by the other man in this ring. Trace Demon. As you are all aware myself and Trace have a, shall we say, troubled past together, but Trace like a man was able to put all of this to one side and make a clear headed business decision. He came to me whilst I was still in a bad way, still on very shaky legs, and told me if and when I was ready to do so I still had a place here in the company.


Drakz stops to look around some more, from the ringside seats up to the balcony, turning 360 to take it all in.


Drakz: Well here I am. It's fair to say perhaps not in the best condition of my life, but I'm still here, broken back and all.


Alecia Matthews: That fall broke his back? Jesus.


Drakz: I'm here and I'm here to fight. Not for revenge or retribution, that can wait. I'm here to fight for fightings sake. I can't enter the Scars & Stripes battle royal as I've won it before......albeit I never got my title shot.


He shoots a knowing glance at Trace Demon, to which Trace responds with a nod.


Drakz: Again that comes later. So I got to thinking what have I never done? I've won every title this company has to offer making me one of only 6 Grand Slam Champions. I've won the International Title not once but twice, and I was never defeated for the Heavyweight Championship. I'm in the Hall of Fame, hell I even ran this company once upon a time. What is there left for me to do? Well it came to me that there are still people I haven't beaten, people I haven't even had the chance to get in this ring with one on one. That's what I plan to do this time, that's my goal and it starts at Scars & Stripes. I'm personally going to drag people out of the ether, out of retirement, for the oppurtunity we never had the first time around. And what better way to start this mission of mine than to go straight to the man who has come so close to fighting me on so many occasions. What more could the millions of fans around the world ask for than to see me face a man who started in this company at the same time as me, rise the ranks like me and then go on to become the longest reigning Heavyweight Champion of all time?


The crowd jumps to its feet and Drakz's voice gains brovado.


Drakz: At Scars & Stripes I'm offering an open challenge to the Prophet of Ash, the King of Gore, the cursed....and currently on hiatus....Phillip Schneider.


Samael Ahriman: My God! What an announcement! Two legends of the company returning for Scars & Stripes!


Alecia Matthews: Do you think Drakz looks up to it though? He's lost a fair bit of weight these last 12 months. I mean most people in here didn't even recognise him just now.


Samael Ahriman: I was in that match Drakz mentioned 12 months ago and having wrestled this guy before I can assure you he'll be ready if he's openly announced something of this magnitude.


Drakz: Schneider I know you're watching somewhere, and I know you want this as much as I do, so make sure you're there on the night. Your contract may be done but we've got the owner's backing, so there are no excuses. It's about time we did this.


Drakz walks to Trace Demon and holds out his hand which is warily but convinvingly shaken by Trace. The two men exchange a smile and Drakz passes the mic to Trace before turning and leaving the ring, walking the ramp and taking one last look at the frenzy his announcement has just whipped the crowd into before leaving the stage, again with no music, no pyro and none of the theatre he's built his career on.


Alecia Matthews: I don't know Samael he seems pretty worn down. That man was not the Drakz we saw 1 year ago winning the tag belts and standing astride the peak of this company with the rest of The New Epoch. Something tells me this return could be premature.


Samael Ahriman: The confidence was certainly lacking Alecia but I don't think Trace Demon would allow this to happen if he didn't think it was going to be one hell of a show.

Alecia Matthews: Well we are back and it’s main event time. Trace Demon, the number one contender to the WFWF World Championship faces off with the returning Cam Nitta.


Samael Ahriman: And with the way Trace has been behaving lately I wouldn’t be surprised if this one ended very badly for Cam Nitta.


Trace Demon vs. Cam Nitta
While most people thought Cam Nitta would come into this match at a severe disadvantage due to ring rust they were quickly surprised when Nitta came at Trace right from the opening bell. If anything Cam’s time away from the WFWF has just made him that much more dangerous, the young star unleashing a plethora of offence against the King of Demons to the point that it looked like we might be having a quick upset. Trace however had some tricks up his sleeve and fought back via underhanded, as always, means. A quick and unseen low blow gave Trace the chance to take control and he did so with glee, unleashing his signature stiff strikes and rapid technical wrestling holds to much success. Cam got himself back into numerous times and we had a real battle on our hands but as the match continued Cam started to tire, a month outside of the ring will do that to you, and Trace would begin to take serious advantage. While Nitta continued to fight, and we mean really fight, Trace just kept unloading with offence. Nitta refused to go down but in the end he just couldn’t hold out and Demon unloaded with Demonstration of Hell and picked up the victory.
Trace Demon Defeated Cam Nitta


Trace Demon rolls out of the ring before there’s any chance for celebration or even an official announcement of his victory. He grabs the microphone right out from Christa Adina’s hand, a stark difference to his business orientated approach earlier in the night, before heading right back for the ring. He rolls back in as the official helps a defeated Cam Nitta out of it, giving Trace Demon the floor for the second time tonight. Now he’s vastly different to the business orientated owner who earlier reintroduced Drakz to the WFWF. That patient, if somewhat over exuberant owner has been replaced by the sociopathic, manipulative wrestler that we all know and love to hate. He brings the microphone up with a frantic, hate-filled energy.


Trace Demon: Come on then, let’s get this over with, come out here and say what you’ve got to say.


Alecia Matthews: Who in the world is he talking about?


Samael Ahriman: You’ve got me Alecia, for all we know when it comes to Trace he could simply be imagining things.


Trace Demon: I know you’re back there, waiting for me to turn my back so you can cheap shot me, but we’ve friends far too long for that, we both deserve for this to happen face to face so come out here right now… Wayne.


The crowd pop loudly as, after a few seconds, Wayne McGurk himself steps out onto the stage, staring down at the ring with an intense glare at the very man who has gone from close friend to attacking and terrorizing his daughter, all over the WFWF World Heavyweight Championship. Trace signals for Wayne to join him inside the ring and the WFWF legend needs little encouraging, heading down the ramp and towards the ring with purpose. Wayne climbs up the steel ring steps and onto the ring apron where he eyes Trace up apprehensively, knowing full well not to trust the King of Demons. Trace, maybe showing a little respect for his so-called friend, backs up into the opposite corner and actually takes a seat to show that he has no intent on attacking Wayne right now. McGurk slowly climbs into the ring as a stagehand passes him a microphone. Slowly Trace rises from the corner, putting these two men on a level playing field and the fans on the edge of their seats.


Trace Demon: What do you think you’re doing Wayne? Did you think you could come out-


Wayne McGurk: Just shut up and let me speak.


The crowd erupt with cheers as Trace Demon actually does as instructed, though it’s less out of respect and more out of the fact that somebody just told him, HIM, to shut up. He pushes his anger deep down, gives Wayne what he wants even if he isn’t happy about it.


Wayne McGurk: I came here tonight for one reason and one reason only, to give you one chance to end this madness. We’ve been friends for years Trace but do you know what everyone told me when we started hanging out, and then repeated when I went into business with you? They told me I was mad, well actually they told me you were mad and that I was stupid not to see it. They said my big old heart was blinding me, they said that in trying to see the best in people I couldn’t see the worst in you. Maybe they were right, maybe they were wrong but it doesn’t matter Trace, because I saw the truth in you, I saw you go from an addict passed out in his own vomit to the owner of the WFWF. I saw you pick yourself up from the very bottom and work your ass off to get where you are. That’s why I respect you Trace, because you’ve got heart and fight so I just don’t get it. You could fight for the World Championship fair and square, you could go toe to toe with anyone without all these cheap tricks but you resort to this crap and these mind games every single time. So I’m asking you Trace, prove yourself to be the man I know you can be, prove that I didn’t make the wrong choice, and stop all of this madness.


Trace Demon: Wayne McGurk… father of little Scarlett Quinn, that’s the key word here, isn’t it, father. I’ve got to applaud you Wayne, you’re one of the good ones, we’ve all seen what this business can do to families, especially to fathers and daughters. I mean just take a look at Phillip Schneider and little Samantha, this business screws families over and you know it. But Wayne, you’re looking at this from a father’s perspective, you’re thinking only about your daughter and I don’t blame you, but considering how long you’ve been doing this I expect better from you. You’ve stood where I stand Wayne, more than once you’ve done everything you could to win a match. Now while you might not go to the lengths that I’m willing to go to you know that this is what men like us do. When we see something that we want, when the competitor inside us sees something that it wants then there is nothing that isn’t worth doing to get it. If that was anybody else I was doing these things to, if it was Yukio Blaze or Thunder and Shawn Malakai then you wouldn’t even bat an eye. You’re out here because it’s your daughter… but it’s not mine. To me, when she is in this ring she isn’t little Scarlett Quinn anymore, she’s the WFWF World Heavyweight Champion and she has something I want. You have to understand Wayne, this isn’t about her and it isn’t about us.


Wayne McGurk: You made it about us the moment you went after her Trace. Challenge her like the man I know you can be, don’t attack her, don’t tip the odds against her every week, don’t put Penny Shannon in the hospital. I’ve always known you were mad Trace, I always knew what you were capable of but I thought deep down inside there was a soul there, after everything I have done for you, after I helped you when nobody else would and you repay like this? What did you expect was going to happen? Did you think I’d just let it go, did you think that I’d really watch you do these things to my daughter and just say it’s only business, it’s not personal? I get the enthral of that title, I know what it does to a man, what it did to me, but family is family Trace. You do not put a hunk of gold ahead of family and that’s what you were to me and to Scarlett. That girl idolized you and what you did; she thanked you every day for giving her this opportunity. Trace, she loved you and you tore that apart. So let me make this perfectly clear to you one final time – if you go through with this, if you do whatever it is you plan on doing at Scars & Stripes… I will end you.


Trace Demon: You’ll… you’ll what?


Trace bursts into laughter, mocking an agitated McGurk. The crowd boo loudly at this blatant showing of disrespect but Trace can’t stop himself from continuing on.


Alecia Matthews: This is ridiculous, this is our owner people, this is the man running this company and he’s laughing like a sociopath.


Samael Ahriman: Well that’s because he is a sociopath, that’s just how he laughs.


Trace calms himself down, though the amusement continues to shine through as he speaks.


Trace Demon: You’ll end me? Who says that? I mean seriously, you’re trying to threaten me and all you can say is you’ll end me? Let me give you a tip Wayne, when you’re going to threaten someone do it properly. Do it…


Trace suddenly steps forwards, getting right up in Wayne’s face. The amusement is gone, replaced by the crazed eyes and death glare that he wears oh so well.


Trace Demon: Like this. Wayne at Scars & Stripes I’m going to hurt your daughter, I’m going to rip her apart until there’s nothing left and I’m going to do it without a second thought. I’m going to do it because I can, because I’m good at it and because she has what I want. That’s what this is about, we all know it, I want that title and she has it. I don’t care who she is, I don’t care that she’s been like family to me, I don’t care that she’s your daughter, all I care about is being the champion. You hearing me Wayne? At Scars & Stripes I will humiliate your daughter in such a way that she will never be able to show her face around here again. And if you ever come to my ring and bring this cheap pathetic whining with you again I will do the exact same thing to you. That’s how you threaten someone Wayne… except when I say it, it’s not a threat. It’s a pro-


Trace is cut off by a vicious right hand from Wayne McGurk, the WFWF legend having heard enough out of his former friend. The crowd explode with cheers as both men drop their microphones and go to war. Wayne unloads with right hands that backs Trace up before the King of Demons gets a knee up into the gut of McGurk, winding him and sending him down to his knees. Trace looks at Wayne, shaking his head in disgust and then in the ultimate sign of disrespect spits on him. He drops to the floor and rolls out of the ring, walking over to the ring crew who all hightail it because they’ve worked here a while and aren’t stupid. Trace grabs the timekeepers steel chair and folds it up before heading straight back for the ring where Wayne is trying to make his way up to his feet. As Trace rolls into the ring and rises he suddenly finds himself taken right off of his feet by a huge tackle courtesy of Wayne McGurk. The chair goes flying across the ring as Wayne mounts Trace and begins to unload with some vicious right hands to the skull.


Alecia Matthews: A huge brawl has broken out between two legends of the WFWF and I have to say I’ve been waiting for this.


Samael Ahriman: Hell yes, the only thing sweeter than Wayne kicking Trace’s ass is when Scarlett does it at Scars & Stripes.


Wayne unloads with right hand after right hand and while Trace gets his arms up to block the worst of the blows enough connect to send the number one contender to the World Heavyweight Champions into a daze. Wayne rises up and Trace tries to get away but can’t get to his feet as his entire world spins, giving McGurk ample opportunity to grab the steel chair that Trace was about to use on him. Wayne signals for Trace as the King of Demons slowly rises up onto his feet, sloping against the ropes as he tries to gain his bearings. As Trace staggers forwards, seemingly out of it, Wayne lifts the chair and is about to smash the chair into Trace’s skull… when Trace brings his boot up right into Wayne McGurk’s groin! Wayne drops the chair and drops to his knees as Trace’s signature smirk crosses his face.


Samael Ahriman: Damn it he was playing possum the entire time. Trace Demon just cheap shotted Wayne McGurk.


Trace Demon grabs the chair from the canvas and stares at it, then at McGurk, still wearing that sick grin. He gives Wayne a small mocking slap across the cheek and then lifts the chair up and swings, slamming the steel chair straight into the side of Wayne McGurk’s skull. Wayne drops to the canvas like a rock, knocked unconscious from the chair shot. Trace proceeds to step over Wayne and lifts the chair up again, turning it sideways and looking to slam the ridge straight down into the throat of Wayne McGurk. Before he gets the chance though the crowd goes crazy… Scarlett Quinn is here! The WFWF World Champion emerges from the back and sprints down the ramp towards the ring. Trace sees her coming and immediately bolts, ducking out through the ropes and leaping over the security barricade.


Alecia Matthews: Trace Demon is high tailing it out of here, after weeks of attacking Scarlett and playing mind games the moment it’s a fair fight he gets out of dodge.


Samael Ahriman: He’s already done all the damage he needs to do, Scarlett’s already reached breaking point, what comes after that?


Scarlett Quinn slides into the ring and goes straight to her father who remains unconscious. She kneels beside him, cradling his head and staring up at Trace Demon with tears and rage in her eyes. The King of Demons slowly ascends through the crowd, pushing past fans as he heads for the door, smirking all the way. Tonight Trace Demon once again stands victorious, tonight Scarlett Quinn is alone, her father unconscious in her arms.


Tonight, the beginning of the end for these two warriors began.