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Post by bad guy™ on Jan 28, 2014 1:40:33 GMT -5
Fireworks! Explosions! Music! Exotic dancers! We can only afford three of those four things, we’ll let you decide which three.
Alecia Matthews: Ladies and gentlemen welcome to Revolution, we’re emanating live from the Scheels Arena in Fargo, North Dakota. I’m Alecia Matthews sitting with my broadcast colleagues Samael Ahriman and Cameron Stone.
Samael Ahriman: And as the road to Superbrawl continues we’ve got a pretty packed card tonight with a whole load of questions to be answered.
Cameron Stone: The most important of course is whether the rumours are true, is Trace Demon out as the man in charge of the WFWF or is it just another ploy by the World Heavyweight Champion?
Samael Ahriman: Personally I’m hoping for the former.
Cameron Stone: You and me both buddy.
Alecia Matthews: While your little love fest is entirely sickening I think we’re going to find out what’s going on right about now because I’m getting word Trace Demon is on his way out here.
As if on cue the sound of a bullet explodes through the arena before a very familiar theme begins to play, sending the arena lights shutting off one by one. As the opening chords of “Shoot the War Pigs by INHUMANZ begins to blare across the arena six crimson spotlights switch on one by one, each shining down upon a different part of the cheering arena is sequence. One by one each of the spotlights move to the tip of the ramp, combining and showing the first glimpse of the man behind the theme – the WFWF World Heavyweight Champion Trace Demon, standing front and centre with the title around his waist and a rather dashing red leather jacket on (rather casual but he’s the boss, he can do what he wants). As the song builds to a fever pitch and the rap kicks in he throws his hand up like a gun and pulls the trigger, mouthing “Boom” as a spectacular pyrotechnics display shoots off all around him, notably crimson and hold to signal the champion’s arrival. As the pyrotechnics come to a stop the lights in the arena turn back on, showing a full look at Trace Demon and the title around his waist.
Christa Adina: Please welcome to the ring the WFWF World Heavyweight Champion, the King of Demons… Trace… Demon!
Alecia Matthews: Well last week Trace Demon announced he’d be defending that title against five of the top competitors in the WFWF, no easy task even for him.
Samael Ahriman: I think he’s signed the end of his two year winning streak with that one.
Trace takes absolutely no notice of the crowd, instead focusing on the beat of the music. He begins rocking his head to it as the crowd watch on in slight amusement, but mostly boos. A lot of boos. He looks down at the WFWF World Heavyweight Championship and gives it a rub, smirking, as he begins to make his way down towards the ring, showing a whole new swagger as he does so. His head rocks, his body rocks, he’s having fun and it’s all so weird. He ignores the fans on either side of him as they attempt to touch the King of Demons, instead focused on the beat and what he has to say tonight. As he reaches the bottom of the ramp he heads up the steel ring steps and climbs through the ropes, still showing this oddly charismatic swagger as he does so. He walks across the ring and throws his hand up, signalling for a microphone. One of the stage hand throws one up and he catches it with ease before heading for the corner and leaning against it as his music cuts off.
Cameron Stone: Is it just me or is Trace Demon in an oddly good mood?
Samael Ahriman: Either that or he’s high again.
Trace waits for the crowd to die down as he fiddles with his jacket, looking as casual as humanly possible. Once they’re quiet enough to talk over he does exactly that.
Trace Demon: So you’ve all heard the rumours, you all read the dirt sheets which means you know… well, nothing, cause those things don’t tell you a damn bit of truth which is why I’m out here to do exactly that. Because let’s face facts, even though it usually doesn’t seem like it I’m an honest man… most of the time… sometimes… mildly on occasion. But this is one of those times. See this week I had a meeting with some bigwigs in suits who threatened to pull their money from the WFWF if I didn’t quit booking matches. Anders as well if you can believe that, the nerve of those people. I mean it doesn’t matter that last week we had one of the best shows in recent memory all based on our booking. But that doesn’t matter to them, all they’re thinking about is their image and their money and that… that is something I can understand, that is something I can accept. Now usually I’d have told them exactly where they could stick their money but this isn’t about me, it’s about the WFWF. Without that money this company wouldn’t be able to run at the level I’ve taken it to which meant sadly I had to accept and step down.
The crowd are somewhat split, half cheer because they hate the pompous bunghole that stands before them, the rest appreciate and actually kind of enjoy how crazy things have been over the past couple of months.
Trace Demon: Whatever, I’m over it, I’ve made my peace with the fact that sometimes genius goes unappreciated; sometimes the world just can’t accept something so much greater than it understands. This isn’t my problem, this is their problem, this is your problem, this is everybody’s problem but my own. If anything my problem is that people think it’s my problem. Anyway, onto the important part of all this. Since I’m not allowed to book matches anymore the sponsors took it upon themselves to appoint somebody to take my place. That’s right, we’re going to get some old, behind in the times dinosaur and hand them the reigns of power. We’re going to spend months with everyone wrestling boring, run of the mill matches and nothing exciting will ever happen. You’ll all be bored witless because the person running the show doesn’t have a clue what they’re doing and they’re boring as sh…
Lila Sleater: Please shut up.
All eyes, including those belonging to a surprised Trace Demon, turn to the tip of the ramp where a woman now stands.
Lila Sleater: For those who aren’t aware of who I am, my name is Lila Sleater and I have worked behind the scenes for some of the biggest wrestling promotions in the world… and I am the new general manager of the WFWF.
The crowd is buzzing with opinions, some excited, some confused, some simply curious. This woman is not what you’d expect. Raven black hair, jet black eyeliner, piercings (both nose and snakebite), a black jacket torn at the sleeves to reveal numerous tattoos and skinny jeans because they’re all the rage right now. She looks like she’d be better suited at a heavy metal gig than as the general manager of the WFWF but as she makes her way down to the ring her presence is undeniable.
Cameron Stone: Anyone got any idea who this broad is?
Alecia Matthews: Lila Sleater has worked across the world as a booker and agent for some top promotions despite it being a boys club back there.
Samael Ahriman: So basically she’s a feminist? Is she going to book one crazy card every month because she can’t control her emotions?
Alecia Matthews: Your sexism is both dated and just plain boring.
Trace Demon is uncharacteristically quiet as he waits for Lila to make it into the ring but his attitude so far tonight has been uncharacteristic all over. Lila climbs up the steel ring steps and through the ropes, staring down Trace with a grin of her own.
Lila Sleater: No witty insults Trace? Nothing about me being a woman doing a man’s job? That’s usually the reaction I get from arrogant misogynists like you.
Trace chuckles, she really thinks she’s got him pinned down but she doesn’t know anything.
Trace Demon: Nah you see, I know who you are Lila, I’ve been around the world, I’ve heard plenty of talk. I know you’re a ball buster, I know you don’t take no crap. That’s a good thing, that’s what you need in this company. See to me it doesn’t matter that you’re a woman, gender doesn’t make a damn bit of difference, it matters to me that you know what you’re getting yourself into, it matters to me that you can handle yourself around people like me. Because you know I’m feeling pretty good right now, but I’ve got a tendency to be a nasty son of a b***h and if you paid attention to what happened to Scarlett Quinn you’d know that it doesn’t matter if you’re a man or a woman… I’m gonna kick your ass all the same.
Lila Sleater: That’s a nice threat Trace, you’re good at those, but your words are hollow and you know it. I’m not employed by the WFWF, I’m employed independently by the people that sponsor this company and put in so much money that you’d be lost without them. Which means you can’t fire me, it means you can’t touch me and it means I can do anything I want. And right now I want you to shut up and get the hell out of this ring so we can start the show. How’s that sound to you?
Trace chuckles, smiles, he’s impressed. He nods at her, points the microphone in her direction as if to say “this might just work” and then begins to head for the ropes. He pauses however just before he exits, he’s got something else to say.
Trace Demon: One thing before I go. You might be the general manager, you might be making the matches around here and I might not be able to fire you but I am still the owner of the WFWF. This is still my company and I might be in a good mood right now but one day we’re going to end up having some kind of issue. And I say this not out of a threat but because inevitably I have a problem with everyone. And when that day comes you won’t be able to hide behind your independent contract or your sponsors… you won’t be able to hide at all. He chuckles. I like the look by the way, a step up from the pencil pusher I was expecting.
He drops the microphone and exits the ring through the ropes, smirking as he begins to head up the rope. Lila watches him go before deciding that just this once Trace doesn’t get to have the last word.
Lila Sleater: How about we just get our problem started right now Trace? Because as of this moment the WFWF World Heavyweight Championship match at Superbrawl is going to be contested… inside Hell in a Cell!
Alecia Matthews: Oh my god, what a stipulation!
Samael Ahriman: Lila Sleater just dropped a bomb in her very first decision as general manager.
Cameron Stone: I’m beginning to like her already.
From the ramp Trace gives a smirk but it’s more of a “be careful what you wish for” kind of look, staring down Lila as he gives a little nod then heads up the ramp, nobody quite sure what he’s thinking after that blockbuster announcement. Two things we are sure of however is that the crowd love it, they’re going mental, and that Lila Sleater has made a big impact on her first night as the general manager of the WFWF.
Samael Ahriman: It is now time for the opening contest since no one in the other match decided to show up.
Cameron Stone: I hear they were all horribly mangled in a terrible FanDavieing accident.
Alecia Matthews: ...Fandavieing?
Samael and Cameron start putting their fingers up in the air, singing along to some ridiculous tune as "The Beginning is the End of the Beginning" by Smashing Pumpkins resonates throughout the arena as there is a nice pop for Dex.
Christa Adina: First, making his way to the ring from Heaven...DEX!
Samael Ahriman: Dex had a rough time the last few shows, falling short as the final entrant in the Battle Royal and falling just short, and his rather disasterous appearence last week. Well he is seeking redemption tonight.
Cameron Stone: Yep. But unfortunately for him, he does not even know who his opponent is.
Dex rolls into the ring and stares out into the arena, eagerly awaiting his opponent.
Alecia Matthews: Who is it gonna be?!
"Honor" by Atreyu resonates throughout the arena, the fans are INSTANTLY on their feet, losing their sh*t.
Samael Ahriman: WHAT THE F*CK?!
Cameron Stone: HOLY SH*T.
Alecia Matthews: Jesus....what the...WOW!
The fans are legitimately losing their sh*t.
Christa Adina: And the opponent, from Greenville, Kentucky....he is DEVILKILLER!
From behind the curtain comes the big man in the black and white make-up. DK stands at the top of the ramp, pointing out to the fans on the left, then the right, he then starts getting hyped on the stage, shaking up and down violently, screaming at the top of his lungs. The fans are high fiving each other, just going nuts.
Samael Ahriman: I am LITERALLY speechless right now.
DK rolls into the ring.
The referee calls for a bell and both men lock up in a tie-up. Both men struggle for the upper hand with Dex now starting to get the better of the two as he starts to force DevilKiller down, but the DevilKiller locks a leg around Dex and slowly gains the momentum, really forcing him down to the mat. Dex bridges himself, just trying to balance himself from sinking even further. Quickly, Dex locks his legs around the trunk of DevilKiller, trying work himself upward until he manages to break from the tie-up and trap DevilKiller into a headlock.
Cameron Stone: I NEVER thought I would see Devilkiller in a WFWF ring again. After the brutalization he took at Battleground almost nine months ago, I thought him left for dead.
Alecia Matthews: That makes two of us.
Samael Ahriman: Three of us. I like Dex, and I like DK...this is a f*cking AWESOME matchup.
DevilKiller tries to shake Dex off, but Dex springs himself over and rolls his opponent down in a variant of a sunset flip.
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DevilKiller rolls away and charges back with a mean dropkick right into the face of Dex. DevilKiller now with his own cover.
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Dex kicks out.
Samael Ahriman: DK looking good here, not a lot of rust. Dex trying to keep up, doing a respectable job.
DevilKiller grabs a handful of mask and pulls Dex up to the vertical base, but Dex fires back with a forearm, pushing DevilKiller with enough force that Dex hits the ropes and charges back with a flying clothesline, but DevilKiller reverses it with a hip-toss; Dex lands on both legs and swings with a forearm, but DevilKiller ducks it and hoists him up on his shoulders. Dex rolls away and nails DevilKiller with a hard boot across the lower back with enough force that it sends him staggering to the second ropes. With a high skip on his step, Dex hits the ropes again and charges with a high impact shot, but DevilKiller rolls away and Dex slips through ropes and crashes into the outside. DevilKiller ascends up the ropes. Dex is barley on his knees now as DevilKiller hurls himself over the ropes with a diving front flip, just crashing his whole weight into Dex’s lower back.
Alecia Matthews: And that is why people did not like him back in the day. Come on DK. Play nice.
Dex cries out in pain as it seems that DevilKiller’s gotten a good reaction from the crowd. DevilKiller snaps to his feet, grabs a handful of tights and carelessly tosses Dex back into the ring. DevilKiller uses the ropes for leverage to motion up the apron and from there, DevilKiller hops over the ropes again and lands inside with a hard stomp across the Dex’s lower back.
DevilKiller pushes Dex away from the ropes and hooks the leg.
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And Dex forces his shoulder up. Grabbing a Dex by the legs, DevilKiller drags him to the center of the ring and locks on the Liontamer, the elevated Boston Crab; DevilKiller just driving his knee into Dex’s lower back, damn near bending him.
The referee hops over to Dex and checks on him; Dex sinks his elbows into the canvass, just trying to reach for a grip, the man just struggling to stay in this.
DevilKiller slowly lowers the hold and after sinking into the right spot, DevilKiller swings forward with a vicious knee thrust.
Dex cries aloud and DevilKiller now fires away with a barrage of knee thrusts across the lower back, just beating him now.
The referee motions over to DevilKiller, threatening him with a DQ. DevilKiller pushes Dex aside and motions towards the referee, standing him down a little. Behind him, Dex has gotten to the ropes and despite all the pain shooting from his lower back, he manages to make it back to his feet; just barely, but it looks like he’s still in this with a lot of fight in him.
The crowd seems to be completely behind Dex now, cheering him on as he shakes an arm, just taking in all the fight he’s got left. DevilKiller turns away from the referee and Dex explodes with a hard forearm and follows with a crossface, locking the hold.
Dex wrenches away, just trying to get DevilKiller to tap, but DevilKiller rolls over and motions to his feet with Dex on his shoulders. Dex continues to apply pressure, but it’s too late. DevilKiller runs forward and crashes into the mat with a Psycho Driver, just driving Dex’s neck into a canvass.
DevilKiller grabs the leg.
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Ding ding ding!
Christa Adina: Here is your winner, DEVILKILLER!
DK climbs to the top rope, staring out into the universe, the fans with a mix of chants and boos for the returning superstar.
Samael Ahriman: Well damn, what a welcome back for the former champ.
Cameron Stone: This could change the landscape of the WFWF if he sticks it through.
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Post by bad guy™ on Jan 28, 2014 1:43:48 GMT -5
And we are back from break.
”Slip Out” by Beck resonates throughout the arena and the fans pop, Shawn Malakai coming out from behind the curtain.
Cameron Stone: Co-main event already?
Samael Ahriman: He is not dressed to compete.
Alecia Matthews: He has a microphone in his hand. Clearly, he has something on his mind.
Shawn Malakai: The WFWF has been going through some hard times as of late, if you have not noticed. We have been going through what can only be described as a transition period. It has been years since we had true stability around here, not since the days when King Kraig was running the show have things really gone smoothly.
The fans boo the Kraig reference.
Shawn Malakai: Yeah, I know. The guy was a dick. But he knew how to run this place. Since then, Thunder has run the show. Yukio Blaze has run the show. Trace has run the show. Twice, might I add. And then good ol’ Xavier. None of them were absolutely abhorrent at their job, mind you. Trace is kind of a douche but generally knows how to put together a decent show, and at least under him…while some shady sh*t has gone down, mostly everything has run smoothly. Then again, when living in a dictatorship, do as you are told so you do not get beheaded and fed to a pack of wild dogs, right?
Cameron Stone: Malakai better watch it, Dennis Rodman might kill his ass.
Shawn Malakai: But now, as the start of the show proved…not even Trace can keep control of the company anymore. Being forced to bring in this new woman…whatever her name is, just proves that there is really no one out there that can right this sinking ship. I feel like this is going to play out with Demon being the dominant boss, this girl being a tough ass, and somehow Demon woos her into doing his bidding. It would not be the first time, it would not be the last time. Lady, stay away from him. He has that championship around his waist for a reason. Do not allow yourself to make the same mistake that Scarlett did.
The fans lose it.
Samael Ahriman: Shots fired at the champ.
Shawn Malakai: But in the world of wrestling, when sh*t goes downhill, we are kind of forced to adapt to survive. Someone has to step up and right the ship. As many of you know, that has kind of been my job for the last, you know, couple of years. I got the ship back on track a couple of years ago when Thunder just started throwing a tizzy fit and shooting holes in the hull with cannonballs. I came back, I did what needed to be done, and I left. Then when I saw Blaze starting to sink the ship I had just built for him, I came back one last time and…well…we saw how that turned out for me.
Malakai holds up his bum hand.
Shawn Malakai: And now, Trace has been doomed to repeat the past yet again, following in the gravediggers footsteps line by line, about ready to jump in the same hole holding the bodies and souls of Thunder, Blaze, CBT, McGurk and Xavier. And while I feel it is my duty to save this company, again, I really have no way to do it. For starters, I cannot bring myself to help Trace. I want to see him fail. And two, I just cannot physically do it. I can barely keep up in the ring anymore…how am I supposed to put the weight of the entire WFWF on my shoulders one more time? I have no strength to carry this burden anymore. Someone else has to do it. Someone else has to step up.
The fans stir.
Shawn Malakai: I was hoping it was going to be Ace Bennett. As most of you know, he and I are pretty tight. A solid unit. But I was hoping he would be the one who would take over the good fight for me when I perish. But as you may have noticed, Bennett is not scheduled to appear tonight…and for good reason. Effective immeadiately, Ace Bennetts contract with the WFWF has officially been terminated.
The fans boo.
Shawn Malakai: I spoke to Anders before this company went to hell, and while is nothing but Traces goon, he understands that Bennett would just not show up and still get paid, so in the interest of keeping his wallet lined, he agreed to terminate the contract. Ace has lost all will to fight and to wrestle for a company that has done nothing for him. He has a better shot at going to college, marrying an Asian and making a life for himself outside of here. And frankly I do not blame him, and he has my support every step of the way.
The fans cheer.
Shawn Malakai: So who is next? Who is going to step up and fight for the WFWF? Is it Dex? Andrew Carter? Landon? Garrett? Maybe. But the point is, it will not be Ace, and it will not be me.
The fans cock their heads, waiting for what he says next. Malakai looks down.
Shawn Malakai: Ace Bennett is gone…
He hands onto his last word, the fans stir.
Shawn Malakai: And soon, so will I be going down the same dusty road. But I have one last thing to do, and that is to get the one thing that has eluded me for my entire career.
The fans start chanting ‘CHAMP’ over and over again, Malakais face turning a bright shade of red.
Shawn Malakai: Well, there is that. But damnit, you guys should know me better than that. More than a shot at the title, I want a shot at redemption. And next week is my start on this final road of my career. The last leg of my life.
The fans grow silent.
Shawn Malakai: Oh, come on now. We all gotta die eventually. I just pray none of you must go sooner than me. I have lived an incredibly long life, considering everything I have had to live through…so as I ready myself for this final chapter, I cannot help but smile. I can no longer look forward to ‘what is next’ for me. I already knew. The end of my story. And my god, is that sight beautiful.
Malakai looks almost happy saying this. The fans still silent, eating his words.
Shawn Malakai: And now, as I take this first step towards my final step, I have to make sure I get what I need to finish my story. I need the beginning to my end. And since Ace is not available to help me with that, it is only fitting that my muse for the beginning of this grand finale is Thunder. I want Thunder in a match next week.
The crowd pops.
Shawn Malakai: Now I know you may be wondering, why now? I see him at Super Brawl. True…but I will have a lot more to contend with come Super Brawl, presuming I am even still alive to see it. This is something I need to do to ENSURE, well…that I do it. I am officially challenging Michael ‘Thunder’ Knight to a match next week. You. Me. Spotlight. Main event. Mano-e-mano. One last time. Grant this dying man his one last wish.
”Slip Out” plays as the fans start chanting for Malakai as he raises the mic up in the air, eating it up.
Cameron Stone: Malakai with the promo of life right there.
Alecia Matthews: Tell me about it. I am on the verge of tears.
Samael Ahriman: But this changes EVERYTHING. Ace Bennett is gone! What about the WFWF Championship match at SuperBrawl?
Alecia Matthews: I guess it is just a wait and see now.
Slanted and Enchanted are already in the ring. Slanted stands behind Enchanted, rubbing her shoulder and whispering what can only be assumed to be something awesome into her ear. Enchanted looks motivated.
"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.
Enchanted closed her eyes and held her ears shut as the pyro erupted. The referee tries to draw both wrestlers into the center of the ring and calls for the bell. Cam Nitta looks prepared for the attack, circling around Enchanted who’s circling away just to avoid him. Eventually, the two wrestlers begin running around the ring in circles, Cam Nitta just trying to get a grip on Enchanted.
Cameron Stone: Mind games, all mind games wanna bet?
Samael Ahriman: Uhm…
Alecia Matthews: I’ll throw in a couple of bucks.
The two continue to run in circles and with her position right behind Cam Nitta, Enchanted kicked him in the butt and knocked him to the ground; wasting no time to capitalize an offense, Enchanted jumped over and applied the side-headlock.
Cameron Stone: Called it.
Cam Nitta hooks his arms around Enchanted’s side and rolls over, using the momentum to propel him up to the vertical base now, holding Enchanted up and knocking hard into the mat with a back drop. “OUCH!”, Enchanted shouts, clutching her lower backside now as Cam Nitta crashes into her with a standing moonsault.
Cam Nitta hooks the leg.
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Enchanted kicks out and rolls to the edge of the ring, keeping close to the ropes. Cam Nitta inches his way to Enchanted, but Enchanted holds out her hand and tries to plead with him.
Nitta looks at the audience, allowing them to assess the situation for him. They respond with a rapturous boo and with that, Cam Nitta grabs Enchanted by the hair and tries to pull her to the center of the ring, but Slanted is on the apron now with his arms around Enchanted’s other arm, holding her tight. Cam Nitta continues to pull at Enchanted’s hair, but Slanted’s holding her back. Both men pull and pull at Enchanted.
Samael Ahriman: Now what do you even call this?
Cameron Stone: It’s a tug-of-war and it’s fairly simple: Cam Nitta wants to hurt Enchanted and Slanted wants to save her. It’s all real simple.
Cam Nitta springs forward and knocks Slanted in the side of the head with a hard forearm, knocking him down to the arena floor. Enchanted motions herself behind Cam Nitta and gets him in the roll-up.
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Cam Nitta kicks out and springs back to his feet; Enchanted charges forward but Cam Nitta grabs her in mid-air and spikes her with the spinebuster.
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Enchanted kicks out.
Alecia Matthews: Gotta give up to Enchanted, she’s still keeping strong.
Cameron Stone: Would have thought she’d have lost by now.
Samael Ahriman: Well, she’s a girl…
Cameron Stone and Alecia Matthews glare at Samuel Ahriman.
Samuel Ahrmian: who’s never wrestled in a match before?
Cameron Stone: … Sure, man.
Cam Nitta picks Enchanted up now, but Enchanted pushes him away and charges with a clotheslines. Cam Nitta ducks it and wraps his arms around Enchanted’s head. Enchanted pushes him into the ropes and charges into him, meeting him in the ropes with a hard knee across the chest.
Cam Nitta drops on one knee, Enchanted jumps on the ropes and nails Cam Nitta with a springboard rocker dropper. Enchanted covers him…
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Cam Nitta kicks out! Enchanted grabs Cam Nitta by the hair, but he explodes back with a hard open-hand slap, knocking Enchanted over. Cam Nitta seizes on the opportunity and gets Enchanted into a powerbomb position, setting up for the C4, but Slanted’ back on the apron, reaching out over the ropes to grab his girlfriend’s legs to pull her away. Nitta forces himself away from the ropes, but the distraction gave Enchanted all the momentum she needed counter with a hurricanrana- hooking the legs.
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Enchanted grabs the ropes.
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Christa Adina: Here is your winner, Enchanted!
All Girl Summer Fun Band’s “Video Game Heart” hits the speakers now as Enchanted pushes herself off Cam Nitta and runs to the outside, huddling close to Slanted.
Completely irate, Nitta has begun talking to the referee, calling him out not having seen Enchanted’s technical foul.
Slanted and Enchanted begin laughing up a storm, but from out of nowhere, Scarlett Quinn comes rushing from the back, charging into Slanted with a hard clothesline across the back of the head. With Slanted out, Scarlett grabs Enchanted and rolls her into the ring. There’s nowhere to run for Enchanted, quickly and to the delight of the audience, Cam Nitta grabs Enchanted and plants her with a brutal Bending Lights Suplex, just spiking her into the ring.
On the outside, Scarlett has taken a steel chair and is now brutalizing Slanted by the announcer’s table.
Samael Ahriman: Scarlett is pissed!
Cameron Stone: She’s letting it all out now! We all know that it was Penny she should have been facing this week and this is the closest she’s going to get right now into giving that pot head a rightful beating.
Slanted has been busted open from the chair shot and without much for him to fight back with, Scarlett grabs him by the hair and hurls him into the ring. The referee is trying to reason with Scarlett, but the Princess of Wrestling stands him down until he eventually gives in and calls for the bell.
Scarlett pulls Slanted up and hits him with the McGurk Lock; the single knee-DDT with the dragon suplex, Scarlett just wrenching the hold as she fires elbows into Slanted’s ribs.
Without much response, the referee calls for the bell and Scarlett carelessly tosses Slanted away. And with that, Scarlett calls for the microphone.
Scarlett Quinn: I’m sick of beating around the bush here… No pun intended. Next week Penny, it’s you and me in this ring. I’ve got bigger things to worry about and before I get there, I want to wrap up some unfinished business. Because yeah, there’s nothing you can say to me or do to me that’ll change what happened and that’s fine, I can live with that. I just want to kick your ass.
Scarlett drops the mic and with that, “Come Out & Play” hits the speakers. She walks to the back.
Samael Ahriman: Scarlett Quinn not shy about speaking her mind.
Cameron Stone: She’s upfront about it. She knows she has another chance at the WFWF Championship and for her, there’s no better way to regain momentum than by scoring a win over the very person who cost her the title in the first place.
Samael Ahriman: For su...
"The Hard Sell" by Coheed and Cambria resonates throughout the arena. Remember that reaction for DK? Yeah...sorry bud. Former WFWF Championship contender coming through.
Alecia Matthews: WHAT IS IT WITH TONIGHT?! EVERYONE IS COMING BACK.
Cameron Stone: Glad the bastard is back though, been missing his injured ass.
From behind the curtain comes Mak Cross, microphone in hand. The fans give a rip roaring hoorah for Mr. Cross. He makes his way to the ring and stands over the dead Slanted.
Mak Cross: Hey buddy...how ya feeling? Anyways, I’m not going to waste too much of your time, so I’m going to get right down to it. No, I’m not a hundred percent, and it’ll be a while before I am. I suffered a bruised pharynx, which basically means it hurts to swallow food. I needed eight staples to close the wound in my head. And the coup de grace, I’m also recovering from a mild concussion. You don’t know how much it pained me to have to sit out performing in front of my hometown last week. Allstate is literally about an hour from my home, but everyone told me not to show up, not to risk another “savage attack”. The doctors didn’t want me to travel to Fargo, North Dakota-
The crowd pops at the mention of their name.
Mak Cross: I promise I wasn’t trying to get a cheap pop mentioning Fargo, North Dakota-
And another.
Mak Cross: OK, OK, I’ll stop mentioning Fargo, North Dakota.
It’s like clockwork.
Mak Cross: As I was saying, the doctors didn’t want me to travel. I received “recommendations from management” that I stay home and I say what needs to be said via satellite. So naturally, I travel the ten hours it takes to get from Chicago to Fargo and I ask for a mic. I can already hear the keyboards typing away questioning why defy doctor’s orders? Aren’t I simply asking for Lady and the Tramp to wake up from a coma of their own and beat me up some more? It’s because two things. One, I’m not afraid of cowards that can’t take me on face to face without help. And two, if that’s the worst they can do to me, then no one else has anything to worry about.
Cameron Stone: Pretty sure that concussion knocked him loopy if he’s trying to goad two people that put him on a stretcher.
Mak Cross: I made a promise to myself that 2014 is not going to end up like 2013 did for me. I went from main eventing one of the most hellacious matches in my life, against one of the most sadistic individuals I ever had to face, to losing some of the most underwhelming matches I’ve ever had. For the first time in my life last year, I regretted my career choice. I considered not just walking away, but completely ridding myself of something that I have literally nearly ended my life for. A decade of commitment, sacrifice, and willpower I was willing to throw out forever, because I didn’t think I had it in me. To be honest, I’m still trying to find that answer whether I do or not. But I can’t find that answer without doing something about it. Thus, when I decided to put my hat in the Scars and Stripes Battle Royal, it was supposed to be the beginning of my new journey to finally reach the top that told me to lace up the boots, wrap the tape around my wrists and to do my best to entertain every single one of you here.
The crowd applauds Mak’s sentiment.
Mak Cross: Yet the next thing I know, I wake up with eight staples and a damn near crushed throat. And as luck would have it, yet again, someone’s trying to return at my expense, trying to use me to make a statement. Slanted, Enchanted, guess what? Message heard loud and clear. You two want to brutalize? That’s the game you want to play? Fine, let’s play.
Mak reaches in his jeans pocket and removes a pair of medical forceps.
Alecia Matthews: Are…are those forceps? What the hell is he…oh God.
Mak drops the microphone to lift his hair to show where the staples were inserted. He tells the cameraman to stay where he is as Mak crudely removes a few of the staples, opening the wound again in doing so, causing some blood to leak out.
Samael Ahriman: That can’t be sanitary.
The crowd is under a hush of stunned silence seeing Mak suddenly having 1/3 of his face now bloodied from his own hand. He bends down to grab the microphone, deliberately bending in a way so as to let the blood drip onto the mat as he raises back up to look at the camera again.
Cameron Stone: There’s a corner of the ring now with drips of blood from a man who isn’t even supposed to be wrestling tonight. I swear this company collectively has hemophilia.
Mak Cross: You think you two are sick, sadistic people? You think you have a dark side you want to unleash? You should have ended me that night. Slanted, the next time we fight, I’m going to make sure you squeal like the b*tch around your arm. You didn’t write a deathwish. You both just wrote your eulogies. And I know just the place to do that.
The fans go crazy as Nitta rolls into the ring with Cross, as Nitta never left ringside.
Mak Cross: The WFWF has been missing something for a while...and this is going to truly be my first step towards my goal. I, along with Cam, are officially challenging Slanted and Enchanted at SuperBrawl for the WFWF Tag Team Championships!
Fans lose it.
Mak Cross: Well...presuming these two corpses can even make it to SuperBrawl.
Mak and Cam look down at the deadened Slanted, Enchanted still slumped outside. The two slap hands as they roll out of the ring and Nitta high fives the fans. Not Cross though. He might have AIDS.
Cameron Stone: WHAT A MATCH.
Alecia Matthews: Glad to see the tag titles are back. Would be nice to see them on some worthy competitors.
Samael Ahriman: Well, you know, I AM a former WFWF Tag Team Champion...
Cameron Stone: She said worthy, Sam.
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Post by bad guy™ on Jan 28, 2014 1:46:34 GMT -5
As we return from commercial the cameras meet a rather bemused Drakz standing in the WFWF Revolution ring, microphone ready. He signals with his hand for quiet and the crowd, out of respect, abides.
Drakz:It seems we have a class clown here in the employ of this company. Someone who considers themselves to be good enough to make jokes with me, to try and play with me by digging up the past. I wouldn't mind so much but I thought I'd made a rather generous offer last week, only to have it taped to some masked idiot's d*ck and slapped in my face.
A low rumble of laughs rolls around the arena.
Drakz:You see I wanted to go about things differently this time. I wanted to keep it all above board, play by the rules, fight the good fight. If this had happened a few years back, hell even 18 months ago, this anonymous character would already have been dealt with. Like I said though I want things to be different this time, I want to settle this man to man, in the ring. No numbers game. No jumping from behind. I want this all out in the open for everyone of you people to see.
As Drakz utters the last few words he turns, pointing out toward the crowd who, for one of the first times in his career, cheer him.
Cameron Stone: Well this is a turn for the books, I don't think I've ever heard an audience make such positive sounds for this guy.
Alecia Matthews: I don't think we've ever heard Drakz make such positive sounds either.
Samael Ahriman: Positive sounds? This feels like kindergarten in here.
Drakz:But one thing remains before that can happen. Who ever you are, if you want this match at Superbrawl you need to reveal your identity to me. No more illusions. No more bull sh*t. Come down here and make this right.
As if we were watching a scripted reality Chaemo's music hits the PA right on cue. Funny how that works. Smoke fills the stage and the strobes flicker on then off, on then off. Drakz lowers the mic and, eyes fixed on the entrance way, nods in appreciation of this man doing the honourable thing. A full minute passes and still no one takes to the stage. Drakz looks on, his eyes narrowed, a slight hint of doubt creeping onto his face.
Samael Ahriman: Well it looked like we were going to get some answers but apparently it's just another trick.
Drakz now shakes his head and turns away, not in the least impressed with this spectacle, but as he does he spies the erroneous Chaemo jumping the guard wall to his right.
Cameron Stone: Wait! Here he comes!
Drakz braces to take him head on but then is jumped from behind by another Chaemo?
Alecia Matthews: And here he comes again!
One after another people dressed in black with their faces concealed under gas masks pour through the crowd and into the ring.
Cameron Stone: And here he is again!
Alecia Matthews: And again. And again. And again. Wow this is like deja vu with double vision.
Samael Ahriman: He's completely outnumbered!
The now downed Drakz is imprisoned in a circle of assailants, all posing as the same man. He wobbles back up to his feet and frantically looks about him, realising how desperate his situation is. There are no partners or stable mates to help him now and he knows it. In a futile attempt at retribution Drakz spears one of the masked onlookers and attempts to rip the mask from his head but before he's had chance the rest of the group put boots to him and he succumbs to the punishment.
Samael Ahriman: He's fighting back!
Alecia Matthews: Was……..
Emerging through the smoke that still shrouds the stage now comes a final masked man, clearly identifiable as the orchestrator of this whole ordeal. As he closes in on the ring his army raise Drakz up to his feet, holding him up under his arms, his head slouched forward. The mastermind parading as Chaemo now steps through the ropes and approaches Drakz, looking at him and shaking his head. He then motions to the two men closest to Drakz and each grabs an ear and pulls, forcing his head up, the sharp pain bringing him back round. Drakz's eyes roll in his head and he's clearly having serious trouble maintaining consciousness but the ring leader slaps him hard across the face which puts a bit of life back in his eyes.
Cameron Stone: What's going on here? This is chaos.
He looks up at the man in front of him who reaches for his mask, about to reveal his identity but, as the mask reaches his top lip, stops to show only a smirking mouth. He leans in close to Drakz's ear and whispers something short but with effect that causes Drakz to smile. The challenger now pulls the mask back into place and turns away rummaging in his pocket. Drakz's smile becomes a chuckle and his body shakes with laughter, although it's not clear why. Nerves? Fear? Enlightenment? Or just plain madness? His laughter is abruptly cut off though as the lead man turns back whipping a huge over hand right to Drakz's jaw with such a force that the roll of quarters he was holding explodes showering the ring with the coins. No longer is Drakz aided by those around him and he tumbles awkwardly to the ground, his face squashed and distorting against the mat. Before the crowd even have time to properly react the army diffuses back through them and as fast and unexpectedly as they came they are gone leaving a lot of questions and a sorry looking wrestler behind them.
Samael Ahriman: Well folks we can only speculate on what was just said privately to Drakz but my guess is he now knows who's under the mask. The question is though who is it?
While they are cleaning up Drakz, we cut backstage where Daniel Knight is standing alongside Joe Bishop, who is about to team up with Yukio Blaze to take on Shawn Malakai and Crow.
Daniel Knight: Joe, a few days after you lost the National Championship to Reverend Shadow on Revolution, you were challenged to a match by Yukio Blaze, the man you eliminated from the Scars & Stripes battle royal. What the WFWF fans want to know is, are you going to accept Yukio Blaze’s challenge and face ‘The Random Hero’ at SuperBrawl VIII?
Joe Bishop: I’ve been thinking about what Yukio said for almost a week now, so he’s certainly got my attention. And he’s right, when he says that I want to be a star, that I want to be at the top.
Bishop pauses, choosing his words carefully.
Joe Bishop: But he’s wrong to say that he knows I want to face him at SuperBrawl. He’s dead wrong, I think deep down he knows that. Because deep down, he doesn’t want to be facing me at SuperBrawl either. What both of us want, is to be in the limelight. We both want to be in the Main Event of SuperBrawl. We both want to make history, to prove ourselves; we both want to become the WFWF World Champion at SuperBrawl VIII. We both want to get another shot at a man, who time and time again over the course of the last year, has kicked us down into the dirt on his way to the top. But neither of us are getting that match, because right now, neither of us are good enough. And whatever he says, Yukio Blaze doesn’t want to face me in order to give me a chance to prove myself, or to test himself against…
Bishop looks spits on the floor, disgusted that he has to say the following words.
Joe Bishop: The future. No Yukio is challenging me to a match, because he’s a bitter old man, who has decided that I’m the reason he’s not going to be getting one last moment in the sun.
Daniel Knight: My question isn’t to do with Yukio’s motives, I want to know whether you’re going to take him up on the offer.
Joe Bishop: Right now, Yukio Blaze and myself are in pretty similar positions. We both blew our big shot at reaching the top, we both failed to do what we felt we needed to do. The key difference between the two of us, is that I can still get better. Yukio Blaze is over the hill, he’s past it, he’s peaked and he’s peaked at the level I’m at right now. I don’t want to peak here. So no I don’t really want to be facing Yukio Blaze, but yes, I’m accepting his challenge. Not because I want to beat Yukio Blaze, or because I see this as him ‘passing the torch’, I’m accepting his challenge because if I ever want to be in the position that Thunder, Shawn Malakai, Ace Bennett and Crow find themselves in right now, I HAVE to prove that I’m above Yukio Blaze. I have to prove that I’m ready to leave the Yukio Blazes behind and that I can start competing with the Reverend Shadows and the Trace Demons. Yukio, I know all you want is your moment in the sun, and I’m going to give you that. I’m going to make sure you’re remembered, not for being Yukio Blaze, but for being the man who at SuperBrawl VIII became the first victim of a Joe Bishop, that isn’t the future, that isn’t the one to watch, that isn’t the guy who just might be at the top of the card when the real stars hang up their boots. I’m going to do everything in my power, call on any resources necessary, to make sure that SuperBrawl VIII is remembered for being the night when Joe Bishop became the here and now, the present, the man who belongs in the Main Event. Once I’m finished with you, I’m done playing in the ‘minor leagues’, I’m done being second best and I’m sure as hell done with staying where the skinny, scruffy, little Englishman is supposed to be. Good luck, you’re going to need it.
Daniel Knight: There you have it folks, SuperBrawl VIII, Yukio Blaze versus Joe Bishop.
Christa Adina stands at the center of the arena, and the crowd is quietly awaiting the next match up.
Christa Adina: This match is scheduled for one fall, and is for the WFWF National Championship. Introducing first, the challenger, Zmaster!
The lights go out. Lots of fire begins to form on the screen for the entrance. Explosion hits the air and the ramp catches fire and forms a square. A man begins to rise up there and it's ZMaster with The Unforgiven is playing. The crowd begins to cheer and then starts walking down the ramp with a serious look. He looks at the cheering crowd and then goes to the ring. He enters the ring and raises his arms in the air forming an x and drops them down violently and causes an explosion on all 4 corners of the ring.
Christa Adina: And Now; Introducing the WFWF National Champion, Reverend Shadow!
The lights dim, and Rage of Poseidon by Apocalyptica come over the speakers. The titantron comes on to an image in the back. You can see 4 security personal waiting outside of a door. Also two men in white scrubs are standing on each side of it.
Finally the door pops open, and reveals a male nurse pushing wheeling an upright Reverend on a unique stretcher. Shadow’s mouth was covered by a bite guard, and his body was jacketed and strapped to the stretcher. The music took to a faster pace as they started to wheel him through the hall. The security and nurses followed with apprehension. The WFWF National Championship could be seen wrapped around his waist.
They wheeled him along as the music played in the background, along with the chanting.
Crowd: Shad-dow, Shad-dow, Shad-dow, Shad-dow…
Finally reaching the entrance; only one nurse is left as he pushes Reverend Shadow out on to the ramp. The nurse then ran off, leaving the Reverend strapped down. As he exited, Flames shot up around Shadow.
Crowd: Shad-dow, Shad-dow, Shad-dow, Shad-dow…
The flames continued to burn, but Reverend walked through the fire; free from the jacket, mask, and stretcher. He roared, and through his fist in the air, before making a running slide into the ring. He slithered in and to his feet in one fluid move.
Once in, Shadow took off his belt and handed it to the official, who showed it round the ring before handing it down to the side crew. Reverend then leaned back in his corner with a sly smirk, waiting for the bell.
The referee checked over the situation, and then commenced the match. The bell sounded and the two titans moved forward slow; watching. Zmaster, and Rev, didn’t make any rash decisions. They waited each other out; jockeying for the right position.
Both big men lunged forward, and locked horns. The power houses pressed hard, but Z got the upperhand and lobbed Shadow backwards to the corner. Reverend smirked, and then went back to it; locking up again, and ended up this time on mat after Zmaster tossed him back.
Shadow didn’t grin this time, and a sense serious circled the fallen champ. He stood up, and again pressed the big man. Zmaster got the upper hand again, and launched Shadow into the ropes. He bounced and came back to meet a hard close line. Reverend coughed and choked; trying to regain his composure, but Z didn’t stop there.
He snatched up Reverend by the throat, and looked him in the eyes. Zmaster then laid in a huge uppercut and sent Shadow back down chocking. The masked giant loomed over Rev. and, again, grabbed the neck, but this time he was met with a uppercut from the Reverend.
Zmaster reeled back, and then forward again in haste. Rev and Z stood toe to toe now; exchanging uppercuts. Both Hall of Famers were aggressive in their first few shots, but as battle waned on, both looked like they were wearing thin in their blows.
Reverend then capitalized on the opening, and sent a surprise boot to the gut, which finally set Z to his knees before Shadow. The animal in the Rev. wasted no time, and planted a firm knee; the big man had finally fallen.
Shadow took a moment to throw his fist in the air, and pandered round the ring for attention from the crowd. Zmaster sat up while the Reverend wasn’t looking, and stood up before he could turn back around. When he did, Zmaster latched onto his throat, and landed a huge chokeslam.
Reverend didn’t move, and Zmaster decided to go for a cover….
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Shadow wasn’t going down like that, and both men got back up on their feet. Zmaster raged into the Reverend and pressed him up in a corner, and then started a violent assault of punches. The punches become boots as Shadow slipped down the turnbuckles. Zmaster then backed up to the opposite turn buckle.
He took off with vigor, and landed a sharp knee to the face; leaving Shadow on the ground. Zmaster backed up and looked at his victim on the mat. The big man marched forward, but it was possum hunting. Shadow quickened for a grab of Zmaster’s leg and sent him thunderously to the ground. Both men were now on the mat.
Reverend lost his sense of self, and jumped up on his opponent. He was pushing forth in rabid movements. Punches, claws, elbows; insanity. Shadow finally found some composure, and got up from Zmaster. This time he didn’t take his eyes of the legend though.
He waited as Z stood up, but the big man was dazed. Shadow bounced from the rope and took a mighty run. Zmaster turned, and Reverend barely managed to connect with the Revelation, but it was enough to put Z back down.
Shadow hastened his opponent back to his feet, and got Zmaster ready for the Unholy Rapture! When he was ready, he went down with the implant DDT, and leveled the big man with it. Zmaster was out cold, as Rev. went for the pin.
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The bell sounds, and Rage of Poseidon by Apocalyptica begins to play over the speakers. Reverend is handed his belt, and steps up the nearest turnbuckle; shoving it high into the air.
Christa Adina: And Still your WFWF National Champion, Reverend Shadow!
Samael Ahriman: VERY impressive win there by Rev.
Shadow gets his belt and leaves. Commercial break.
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Post by bad guy™ on Jan 28, 2014 1:57:53 GMT -5
And we are back from our break. We cut to the commentators.Samael Ahriman: Before we continue, we are in SuperBrawl season, as tonight has shown you. And part of what brings our entire season together is our inductions into the WFWF Hall of Fame. Alecia Matthews: These superstars exemplify the greatness it takes to make it here in this business. Not all of them have been Grand Slam champions. In fact, some of them have never even won the WFWF Championship. Samael Ahriman: But when it comes to what you have done for this company, the most important thing is leaving your mark…something all of our hall of famers have in common. And with that being said… Cameron Stone: We would like to present our first the first inductee in the 2014 WFWF Hall of Fame. Throughout the history of the WFWF, there have been a countless amount of competitors who have entered the WFWF ring. Almost all of them are able to elicit some sort of reaction from our fanbase. But very few are able to elicit such a reaction from the fans that it has propelled them to the main event of SuperBrawl on simply history, love and fan support.
A former WFWF Tag Team Champion, WFWF Hardcore Champion and WFWF International Champion, our inductee tonight has also been the General Manager all throughout the King Kraig reign, having enacted some of the greatest matches we have ever seen.
With a love for this business and this company, inside and out, we are proud to announce that the first inductee into the 2014 WFWF Hall of Fame Class is “Our Random Hero” Yukio Blaze! We cut back to the arena where the fans are going nuts. Obviously.Samael Ahriman: I have been in the ring with Yukio…a bit controversial, but entirely deserved. ”Misera Cantare” by AFI resonates throughout the arena as the fans get to their feet in a frenzy!Christa Adina: The following tag team contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, from Flint, Michigan, he is WFWF HALL OF FAMER….YUKIO BLAZE! From behind the curtain comes Blaze, ready for action. He raises his arm in the air, soaking in the cheers from the fans, who are chanting Hall of Fame at Blaze.Samael Ahriman: I cannot help but be happy for the guy, but he has business to take care of right now. He is tag teaming with the man we now know is his opponent at SuperBrawl, Joe Bishop. Cameron Stone: Can they coexist? Blaze slaps hands with every fan he can. He then climbs the stairs and enters the ring, the fans still sheering pretty loud. “Lose It” by Atreyu resonates.Christa Adina: And his partner, from Wimbledon, England, he is Joe Bishop! Samael Ahriman: This is like…the third Atreyu song tonight. Alecia Matthews: Well…still better than when everyone and their mothers were using Skillet. Cameron Stone: That douchebag Asian guy we have on the roster still uses f*cking Skillet. Samael Ahriman: Oh, you mean Nitta? Cameron Stone: I am going to kill you. “Come as You Are” by Nirvana hits. Insta-heel reaction activated.Christa Adina: And their opponents. First, he is the WFWF International Champion, he is Crow! From behind the curtain come the members of The Nest, singing along eerily to the beat of the song, swaying back and forth as the WFWF International Champion comes out from the back, patting all of the members of the Nest on the head, kissing the last one on the forehead as he makes his way to the ring.Samael Ahriman: Still creepy as sh*t. "Slip Out" by Beck plays throughout the arena as all of the fans jump to their feet, arms in the air like crazy.Christa Adina: And his partner, from Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, he is Shawn Malakai! Malakai drags himself out form behind the curtain, slapping hands with the fans as he walks towards the ring.Alecia Matthews: Can these two get along? Samael Ahriman: I bet they never even tag. Cameron Stone: So whoever kind of works together first wins? Samael Ahriman: Pretty much. Malakai pulls himself to the apron and the referee calls for the bell.
DING DING DING!Crow and Blaze start the match. A quick tie up by Blaze ends with Crow taking Blaze down to the mat with authority. Crow has him locked in a headlock. Crow cranks the hold, trying not to let Blaze breathe. Firing down a flurry of fists, the WFWF Hall of Famer is taking a serious beating to the forehead. Crow starts digging his knuckle into the forehead of Blaze.Samael Ahriman: Crow taking it to Blaze. Smart. Crow picks up Blaze and delivers a few stiff shots to the gut of the Hero. With an Irish Whip into the corner, Crow charges and hits a nasty splash on the man from Flint. Crow goes for the tag to Malakai, who obliges. Malakai pulls himself into the ring and pulls Blaze to the center of the ring, grabbing his arm and pulling him in for a nasty clothesline, which he hits, Blaze flipping wildly. Malakai picks up Blaze and chucks him into the corner and slaps Crow in the face. The fans ‘OOOOOOOOOH’ as Crow cocks his head. He laughs maniacally as he enters the ring, Malakai exiting. Crow grabs Blaze tosses him into the ropes and hits a good back body drop on Blaze. Blaze gets up surprisingly quick and goes towards Crow, who takes him down with a drop toe hold. Crow runs the ropes and gives Blaze an elbow to the back.Alecia Matthews: Blaze REALLY needs to make a tag. Crow lifts Blaze up backwards, hoisting him up and hitting an atomic drop, Blaze reaching back and holding his tailbone. Crow delivers a shot to Yukios kidneys. Crow picks up Blaze and gets him on his shoulders for a firemans carry slam, but Crow receives and elbow from Blaze. And another. And ANOTHER! Blaze slides down, slapping the back of Crow and dropping him with a nasty Plant DDT. Blaze goes for the cover.… 1 … … 2 … … Crow kicks out. Blaze, on instinct, picks up Crow and tosses him into the corner. Blaze goes towards Malakai in the corner, but shies away, afraid to get near his opponent. Malakai gives Blaze a wink and climbs into the ring. Malakai extends his hand out, Blaze takes it, and Malakai tosses Blaze super hard into the corner, crashing into Crow with authority. Blaze charges towards Malakai, who grabs him and chucks him into the corner again. This time though, Crow catches Blaze, but Bishop tags himself in at the last minute. Crow hits a spinebuster on Yukio, standing and holding his arms outstretched.Samael Ahriman: Look out, bastard. Bishop enters the ring from the tag and hits Crow with a chop block.Alecia Matthews: So…this has essentially become Crow versus Blaze, Malakai and Bishop then…right? Cameron Stone: Malakai has no care in the world for winning tonight. He is deadest on injuring Solomon Crow, by whatever means necessary. Crow gets to his feet…well…one leg, and turns to swing at Bishop but misses wildly. Bishop turns him around and lifts him up for an electric chair drop. Crow fights back with all of his will, driving fists, elbows…whatever, into the top of the head of Bishop. Crow twists himself around and goes for a hurricuranna but Bishop keeps his ground! He pulls Crow back up and CRUSHES him with a powerbomb.Cameron Stone: DEATH. Bishop sits down, wiping his brow. He looks at the damage he did, smirking. He gets to his feet and rolls his arms, stepping out to the apron and climbs to the turnbuckle.Samael Ahriman: Dicido Spiritus coming! Lif….WHAT?! Cameron Stone: DEATH. AGAIN. As Bishop was about to lift off, Malakai came from his corner, ran the apron and catches Bishop in the chest with the Savate Kick! Bishop flies off of the turnbuckle into the corner of the barricade, slumping. Blaze gets into the ring and dumps Crow up and over the top rope to the outside, same side as Bishop. Both Malakai and Blaze get to the outside and Blaze works over Crow while Malakai works over Bishop.
The referee begins counting for the countout.… 1 … In the corner of the barricade, Malakai has Bishop up, and leaning against the corner. Malakai cocks back and delivers a stiff, stiff punch to Bishops chest.… 2 … Blaze works over Crow, pinning him against the barricade himself, driving his shoulder into Crows sternum over and over.… 3 … Samael Ahriman: All hell is breaking loose right now. … 4 … Cameron Stone: You are telling me. … 5 … Blaze gives Crow a slap to the face and shouts out to Malakai, who quickly turns his attention to Yukio, and he nods his head.… 6 … Samael Ahriman: These two are up to something. Team work from opponents…crazy sh*t. … 7 … Malakai and Blaze pull Bishop and Crow, respectively, towards the middle of the outside mat. Both men deliver a shot to their respective body bag and turn to each other. They smile, clasping hands and both going for boots Jackie Chan/Chris Tucker style. But both Bishop and Crow dodged it! Malakai and Blaze turn around to a united front of Crow and Bishop!… 8 … Crow and Bishop deliver ridiculously hard shots to Malakai and Blaze, slugging it out, Bishop and Crow getting the upper hand. The Hall of Famer and the giant are stunned and dazed. Crow and Bishop nod at one another and both look like they are going for a killing blow! Bishop shoots forward, but stops mid stride, seeing Crow is not following.… 9 … Noticing the count in the ring, Crow grabs Bishop as he turns around, kicks him in the shin and DRILLS the kid with the Baptism by Fire! The fans boo as Crow rolls into the ring, meeting the 10 count.… 10 … DING DING DING!Christa Adina: Here are your winners, by count out, Shawn Malakai and the WFWF International Champion, Crow! Samael Ahriman: What the F*CK did we just see? Cameron Stone: If I have my run down right…Malakai can Crow working together. Malakai turning on Crow. Bishop and Blaze working together. Malakai, Blaze and Bishop working together against Crow. Malakai turning on Bishop. Blaze turning on Bishop. Malakai and Blaze working together. Bishop and Crow working together. Crow turning on Bishop and taking his shins out Cotton Hill style. Malakai and Crow winning. Samael Ahriman: Maybe. Alecia Matthews: My head hurts. How the hell did you keep that sh*t straight? Cameron Stone: I am Canadian. I have to keep track of line changes in hockey quicker than I had to do this. And who says hockey is not useful? Crow is standing in the ring, the ref giving him his title, holding his neck from the powerbomb earlier. The fans go nuts when he raises his International Championship. Crow turns around and is met with a MASSIVE 19:15 from Shawn Malakai! The title goes FLYING. Malakai stands over Crow.Cameron Stone: YES! The titantron gets fuzzy.??: Tiptoe through the window. By the window, that is where I'll be. Come tiptoe through the tulips with me. The calmness of his voice is almost, frightening. It continues on repeat as he slowly, yet steadily rocks back and forth in a chair. The tape had been broken since this man arrived, as if it had been implanted in his brain. Broken and misused toys scatter the floor; it was once a childs room. Sadly, he’s no longer here. With us. That is.
The sadistic grin of a certain thing had gotten on his nerves for far too long. ??: ZMaster. He pauses.??: My sole intention is of defeating you.. You claim as if you’re better than everybody. But one fact you cannot simply ignore, is how i’m significantly superior to you. You claim to be a monster like me. But in reality, you’re nothing but a 7 foot tall hobo! Wandering, and caring the stench of death. That doesn’t make you a monster, you’re nothing but a fake. A man under that mask. Unlike me, I’m the real thing! The man smiles to the thought of ZMaster unconscious, squirming to save his very own life from his hands.??: Ever since I’ve arrived, I’ve heard of you. Hearing the constant ring of a man, who is nothing but trash. Scum like you shouldn’t exist, let alone, even compare to something like me. He pauses again.??: ZMaster, I am true evil. Something you’ve never seen. I’m the monster that lurks under your bed as you shriek for help. I challenge you. At SuperBrawl. And when I win, I’ll take your mask off as well. To reveal your true self for all of the world to see! A mask vs. mask match, and this time. Your parents won't be there to save you… We start to fade to the arena again, the video still playing.??: Tiptoe through the window. By the window, that is where I'll be. Come tiptoe through the tulips with me. The music gets even louder, as the video fades into darkness. A faint item is visible sitting on the knee of the character. The crowd goes nuts.Samael Ahriman: WOW. Alecia Matthews: WHAT A MATCH FOR SUPERBRAWL. In the ring, Malakai smiles up at the titan tron as it returns back to the camera view and the lights come back on. He mouthes something that goes along with his promo earlier.Cameron Stone: Well, I see Malakais point he made earlier in the show has been taken. The man to take up the burdeon...it looks to be the man who just challenged ZMaster to a match at Super Brawl. Samael Ahriman: ZMaster at SuperBrawl in a mask match. Cannot wait. Mask versus mask. ZMaster versus Dex. As Malakai leaves the ring and walks towards the back, Crow has risen to his feet, his head cocked at Malakai. He holds his championship high in the air, laughing that creepy as sh*t, maniacal laugh. Commercial break. [/center] |
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Post by bad guy™ on Jan 28, 2014 1:59:30 GMT -5
Christa Adina: The following tag team contest is our main event of the evening and is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first…
”Humble Yourself” hits the speakers as Chase Landon makes his way out onto the stage, a cage in his hand that contains his trusty rat Emile. Slowly walking to the ring and captivated by Emile, Chase doesn't break eye contact with the rat until he's ringside. He places the cage in the corner of the ring then grabs the top rope and pulls himself up to the apron. He cautiously enters the ring while smiling in Emile's direction. Once in the ring Chase pulls off his shirt and drapes it over Emile's cage but not before telling him to behave himself. He gently removes each glove and places them on the middle turnbuckle. He closes his eyes and rolls his head. He opens his eyes and smiles. He's now ready for the match.
Christa Adina: Hailing from Everett, Washington, standing in at 6’0 and weighing 213lbs… Chase Landon!
Alecia Matthews: Chase Landon is an unusual guy but a very promising competitor when it comes down to it, he’s gone from wrestling Reverend Shadow at Scars & Stripes to taking on two legends of the ring tonight.
Samael Ahriman: And he barely seems phased, though that might be because he’s too focused on that rat.
Cameron Stone: Can someone get me a vet on hand, just in case I need a rabies shot or something.
Christa Adina: And his partner…
Don't Stop begins to play and Jayson bursts out of the curtain at the start of the lyrics with his hands up. As he makes his way to the ring he points at a sign or two that seem to prove he has at least a couple of fans until he approaches the ringside area where he greets some nobody from a reality show that literally nobody in the arena knows or cares about. He slides into the ring, completely ignoring Chase Landon in the process, and hops up onto the turnbuckle, shouting “I am golden!” as the fans boo him relentlessly.
Christa Adina: Hailing from Sacramento, California, weighing in at 230lbs and standing 6’4, he is the Golden Boy of the WFWF… Jayson… Garrett!
Alecia Matthews: Possibly the second most arrogant man in the WFWF behind Trace Demon himself, Garrett’s ego has only grown through the early success he’s experienced over the past few months.
Samael Ahriman: The kid’s exactly what he says he is Alecia – golden. He might have a big mouth and he might not know any actual celebrities but when he steps foot in the ring he gets serious.
Cameron Stone: Seriously lame.
Samael Ahriman: You’re just bitter that he won’t get you a part in any of his films.
Cameron Stone: I could play an excellent henchman number three damn it.
Christa Adina: And their opponentns…
"Cult of Personality" by Living Colour begins to play. As the cash register sound ends and the music begins, Thunder walks towards the ring. Refusing to showboat he heads straight down the ramp towards the ring, blanking the cheering fans at ringside. He reaches the apron and slides into the ring before climbing the turnbuckle and pointing out at the fans who respond with even more cheers, this North Dakota crowd absolutely loving the Best Wrestler Money can Buy.
Christa Adina: Weighing in at 235lbs and standing 6’1, please welcome the self-professed best wrestler money can buy… Thunder!
Alecia Matthews: Thunder continues to be highly impressive since his return to the WFWF but tonight he has his biggest challenge, teaming with the egomaniac Trace Demon.
Samael Ahriman: Challenge? This is a blessing for these two guys. Trace Demon and Thunder are former WFWF Tag Team Champions, they know how to work together and they’re going to make you eat your words.
Cameron Stone: That was years ago back when Thunder still had a mullet. Things change Samael.
Christa Adina: And his tag team partner…
The sound of a bullet explodes through the arena before a very familiar theme begins to play, sending the arena lights shutting off one by one. As the opening chords of “Shoot the War Pigs by INHUMANZ begins to blare across the arena six crimson spotlights switch on one by one, each shining down upon a different part of the cheering arena is sequence. One by one each of the spotlights move to the tip of the ramp, combining and showing the first glimpse of the man behind the theme – the WFWF World Heavyweight Champion Trace Demon, standing front and centre with the title around his waist, that red leather jacket on and his arms held out wide. As the song builds to a fever pitch and the rap kicks in her throws both arms forwards, sticks his hands out like guns and pulls the triggers, mouthing “Boom” as the pyrotechnics hit. As the pyro comes to a stop the lights in the arena switch back on, giving everyone a good look at the champ.
Christa Adina: Hailing from Hamilton, Ontario, Canada, standing at 6’3 and weighing 230lbs, he is the WFWF World Heavyweight Champion, the King of Demons… Trace… Demon!
Alecia Matthews: Trace Demon has shown an odd side of himself tonight, it’s like he’s actually having fun without stabbing someone.
Cameron Stone: It’s called swag Alecia, some of us got it, others don’t.
Samael Ahriman: You most certainly don’t.
Trace takes absolutely no notice of the crowd, instead focusing on the beat of his theme. He begins rocking his head to it as the crowd watch on in slight amusement, but mostly boos. A lot of boos. He looks down at the WFWF World Heavyweight Championship and gives it a rub, smirking, as he begins to make his way down towards the ring, showing a whole new swagger as he does so. His head rocks, his body rocks, he’s having fun and it’s all so weird. He ignores the fans on either side of him as they attempt to touch the King of Demons, instead focused on the beat and what he has to say tonight. As he reaches the bottom of the ramp he removes the red jacket and the WFWF World Heavyweight Championship and passes them to a stagehand before taking his place at the foot of the apron. He leaps up onto the apron with ease, grabs hold of the top rope and leaps over that as well. He hops up onto the turnbuckle and throws his arms out wide as the crowd boo him before hopping back down and taking his place in the corner beside Thunder.
Alecia Matthews: Well we’ve got two very unusual tag teams right here but one definitely has more experience than the other.
Samael Ahriman: And that’s going to make all the difference when it comes down to it.
On one side of the ring Jayson Garrett demands that Chase Landon exits the ring and lets him start. Landon, not wanting to argue with his own tag team partner, obliges. On the opposite side Trace Demon and Thunder go old school with a game of rock, paper, scissors to decide who kicks things off. Thunder throws paper, Trace scissors. As a disappointed Thunder exits the ring Trace turns around… right into a flying knee from Jayson Garrett!
DING! DING! DING!
Alecia Matthews: A cheap shot by Jayson Garrett!
Cameron Stone: Smart, and very rare to get one over on Trace Demon like that.
The knee sends Trace tumbling into and through the ropes as the official leaps in and pushes Garrett back for the cheap shot. Trace rises to his knees on the outside and looks surprised and somewhat amused, he’s usually the one getting the cheap shots in after all. He rolls back into the ring at which point Garrett pushes the official away and charges across the ring, nailing Trace with a boot to the ribs that keeps him down on the canvas. A flurry of boots follow as Garrett looks to get an early advantage over the World Heavyweight Champion knowing full well what a victory over these two legends would do for his career here tonight. He grabs Trace by the head and quickly drags him up onto his feet, going for an Irish whip into an empty corner. Trace flips it round and Garrett ends up hurtling across the ring, hitting the turnbuckle back first and stumbling forwards from the moment right into a vicious leaping elbow strike from Trace that sends him crashing to the canvas. As Garrett holds his jaw in pain Trace shakes the early cobwebs away, the King of Demons getting into the flow of things.
Cameron Stone: Guess that’ll teach Garrett not to cheap shot the boss.
Alecia Matthews: Well he doesn’t have to worry about Trace punishing him with a rough match, that’s Miss Sleater’s job now.
Garrett’s down but not for long, Trace dragging the rich boy up onto his feet and driving a knee right up into his gut followed by a stiff forearm strike to the side of the head that sends Garrett stumbling back towards the corner. Trace takes a run up and leaps, planting his knee straight into the chest of the Golden Boy of the WFWF and sending him forcefully back first into the turnbuckle. Once there the King of Demons backs up and begins unleashing some vicious martial arts style kicks, each one slamming into the chest of Garrett with more force than the last. The crowd count along with the kicks because it doesn’t matter if you love or loath someone you count when they’re striking in the corner. Trace hits ten and releases Garrett from the corner, allowing him to drop onto his knees, holding his red raw chest. Trace runs the ropes, the King of Demons rebounding off of them and leaping up to nail Garrett in the side of the head with a vicious leaping knee to send Garrett to the canvas in a heap against the ropes. Trace grabs him by the arm and drags him across the ring to the corner where he swiftly tags in Thunder.
Alecia Matthews: No selfishness on the part of Trace Demon as he brings Thunder into this match and they’re gelling just like they used to.
Samael Ahriman: When you’ve got chemistry as a team then that never goes away.
Thunder enters the ring and takes hold of Garrett’s arm from Trace, using it to slowly drag him up onto his face. Thunder ducks under and wrings the arm out, drawing a shout of pain from the Golden Boy that only grows when Thunder drives his elbow down onto the arm before hooking his arm around the back of Garrett’s waist, lifting him up and planting him back first to the canvas with an old school back body drop. Garrett writhes in pain as Thunder manoeuvres on top of him, hooking Jayson’s arm between his legs and then grabbing it by the wrist to pull back on it with an innovative and quite painful looking wrist clutch arm bar. Garrett shouts out in pain as he reaches for the ropes to no avail, the official ducking in close, ready for the submission. It doesn’t come Garrett instead dragging himself across the ring and managing to grab hold of the rope to break the hold. Thunder doesn’t release immediately, waiting out the count to four before he does so to inflict maximum damage. The official pulls Thunder away, berating him for his actions and giving Jayson Garrett the opportunity to catch his breath and shake out the pain in his arm.
Alecia Matthews: One thing you can say about Thunder is that he’s just as vicious and dangerous as anybody else in the WFWF.
Cameron Stone: He’s been around a long time, he knows what it takes to win and he’s not afraid to do exactly that.
Indeed Thunder spends little wasted time as he pushes past the official and immediately begins putting boots into the shoulder and arm of the WFWF’s Golden Boy who seems more interested in protecting his face than anything else. Thunder drags Garrett up and proceeds to deliver an Irish whip but surprisingly on the rebound Garrett ducks underneath the outstretched arm of Thunder, avoiding the clothesline and then leaping up, grabbing Thunder by the neck and dragging him back first to the canvas with a leaping neckbreaker. Both men are momentarily stunned until Garrett powers his way up onto his feet. He looks across to Chase Landon in the corner, feels the energy sapping from him and reluctantly staggers over and makes the tag!
Cameron Stone: And here comes rat boy.
Chase Landon enters the ring and immediately pounces on the grounded Thunder, unloading with rights and lefts. He sprints across the ring and goes to knock Trace off of the apron but the King of Demons leaps down of his own accord, confusing Trace. Trace shouts out “way too obvious” as Chase backs away, still confused and turning round right into an attempted boot to the face from Thunder. ‘Rat Boy’ catches the boot in mid-air though and spins Thunder around before leaping up and nailing a big dropkick to the jaw of the best wrestler money can buy. Landon grabs Thunder by his hair and drags him to his feet before unleashing a big Irish whip, hitting a hip toss on the rebound that sends Thunder back first to the canvas and bouncing right back up onto his feet. A stunned Thunder turns into a second hip toss that again sends him back first to the canvas and again bouncing back up as if the laws of gravity have stopped working. Thunder turns into a third and final hip toss at which point Landon leaps up and drops the elbow across Thunder’s chest before going for the cover.
Alecia Matthews: A fired up Chase Landon really taking the fight to the much more experienced Thunder here.
ONE!
Samael Ahriman: The kid might be creepy as high hell but he’s got a lot of talent. I just wish he’d get rid of that rat.
TWO!
Cameron Stone: I think it’s staring at me through the cage and the shirt, I can feel it.
KICK OUT at the count of two! Thunder isn’t done yet much to the disappointment of Chase Landon, the rookie getting to his feet and dragging Thunder up with him. He drives a knee into the gut to double Thunder over and then tucks Thunder’s head down between his legs, likely setting up for the shoulder breaker. Thunder sees it coming though and manages to power him back, pushing Landon back first into Landon’s own corner. As Chase’s back hits the turnbuckle back first Garrett tags himself in which means while Thunder backs away thinking he’s saved himself he turns right into a clothesline from the Golden Boy who in turn turns into a very angry Chase Landon who shouts about this being his turn. As the two are arguing neither notice Trace Demon make his way around the ring and grab Emile’s cage from the corner, walking off with it like he hasn’t done anything wrong (though he whistles really loudly in the process). Garrett eventually gets Chase to leave the ring, Landon not noticing the missing cage right away, and then grabs Thunder by the head and drags him up onto his feet.
Alecia Matthews: Some trouble brewing between our one set of tag team partners, just like last week they can’t seem to get along.
Cameron Stone: You can’t put a rich kid and a rat loving outsider together and expect them to get along. This isn’t the Breakfast Club.
As Thunder reaches his feet he explodes with a right hand to Garrett, then a second and a third, the experienced veteran showing he’s got more left in the tank. Thunder pulls Garrett into a front chancery and then drops him head first into the canvas with a DDT, giving himself a chance to catch his breath. As he drags himself up he grabs Garrett by the head and pulls him up with him, Thunder pushing Garrett back first into the ropes and going for an Irish whip. The Golden Boy of the WFWF counters, sending Thunder barrelling across the ring and into the ropes but instead of rebounding he hooks his arms around the ropes and as Jayson Garrett charges at him Thunder lifts himself up and feeds Garrett a tasty helping of boot. Jayson staggers backwards and Thunder charges only for Jayson to come out of nowhere with a big powerslam! Jayson begins to pull himself over towards his corner for the tag…
Alecia Matthews: Jayson Garrett might have a concussion after that DDT but he’s still fighting but… what is Trace doing?
Trace Demon has the cage in his hands, opening it up and grabbing Emile the rat from within. Slowly he pulls the rat out, careful to avoid the mouth because he don’t want no rabies. Chase sees this from the apron and immediately drops down just before Jayson Garrett can make the tag, Landon begging Trace to let go of Emile. Garrett is in a state of disbelief, Chase basically just chose a rat over his own tag team partner. As Chase approaches Trace begins to step back, threatening to do some serious harm to the innocent little rat, Chase still pleading with the King of Demons to let the rat go. Inside the ring Garrett grabs hold of the ring ropes and drags himself up, shouting at Chase to get back over here. He takes a step back, turns around and is nailed right in the gut by Thunder who proceeds to duck down and lift Garrett up onto his shoulders. From there he turns Garrett around, gripping him at his chest before dropping straight down, planting the Golden Boy head first with the Thunder and Lightning. Thunder rolls Garrett onto his back and makes the cover, Chase still being far too preoccupied by his rat to stop it.
Alecia Matthews: Trace Demon has Emile, a rat holding a rat, and Chase is too obsessed by it to realize what’s happening in the ring.
ONE!
Samael Ahriman: I think he realizes, he just doesn’t care about anything other than that rat,
TWO!
Cameron Stone: Looks like despite this new swagger Trace Demon hasn’t forgotten how to play a good mind game.
THREE!
DING! DING! DING!
As soon as the bell rings Trace Demon throws Emile towards Chase Landon who has to leap to grab him, managing it and landing on his knees. He strokes Emile, reassuring him that it’s all right when BOOM! He gets a boot right to the skull courtesy of the King of Demons. The crowd boo loudly as Chase Landon drops onto his back, knocked clean out cold from the boot, Emile crawling around on his chest as he tries to wake his fallen master. Trace just shakes his head in amusement, laughs as the crowd boo and rolls back into the ring.
Christa Adina: And your winners, Trace Demon & Thunder!
Thunder pushes himself up onto his feet, completely unaware that Trace has just rolled into the ring and is now behind him. Trace looks at Thunder with a curious smirk, seemingly deciding what to do. Thunder makes it up as the fans boo loudly, trying to alert him to Trace Demon’s presence, every single one of them expecting Trace to strike Thunder down right now. Instead as Thunder turns Trace does nothing but that doesn’t stop Thunder taking a quick step back, knowing what his former ally is like. The World Heavyweight Champion smirks at Thunder and points at his head, shouting “I’m already in there” as he heads for the ropes and hops out, grabbing his jacket and title belt as he heads for the ramp, Thunder watching on.
Alecia Matthews: Trace Demon might just be right, he might be in Thunder’s head without even making a move.
Samael Ahriman: You can’t be in a ring with Trace Demon and not have in in your head, that’s just the way he works.
Cameron Stone: Is anyone going to clean up Chase Landon, his rat has probably crapped all over him.
The closing shot of Revolution comes as little surprise – Trace Demon and Thunder, staring each other down just weeks before they clash over the WFWF World Championship as we fade to black. [/b][/font][/div] |
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Post by bad guy™ on Jan 28, 2014 2:02:24 GMT -5
As always, a huge thanks to Dex, Mike, Trace, Drakz, Prog, Mak, Rev and Bishop for everything for this show.
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Post by slappy on Jan 28, 2014 2:29:06 GMT -5
While the main event was good, Chase no longer has Emile. I said it in a previous RP and I posted in my character thread that I don't have him. Guess I should update my entrance then there wouldn't be any confusion.
As for only affording 3 of the 4 things I say no fireworks or explosions, just music and twice the number of exotic dancers.
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Post by Dex on Jan 28, 2014 12:41:58 GMT -5
Awesome, but where is the pre-show?
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Post by Deleted on Jan 28, 2014 12:55:30 GMT -5
Awesome, but where is the pre-show? They mispronounced my name, so it didn't happen. |
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Post by bad guy™ on Jan 28, 2014 16:19:54 GMT -5
Awesome, but where is the pre-show? Well there were not gonna be matches. Just A defeated B, and since of the seven people booked, only you showed, kind of went without saying that you won.  |
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Post by Deleted on Jan 28, 2014 16:44:25 GMT -5
Don't worry. You'll have an opponent this time around.
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Post by Dex on Jan 28, 2014 16:48:36 GMT -5
Awesome, but where is the pre-show? Well there were not gonna be matches. Just A defeated B, and since of the seven people booked, only you showed, kind of went without saying that you won. |
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Post by bad guy™ on Jan 29, 2014 11:24:18 GMT -5
Well there were not gonna be matches. Just A defeated B, and since of the seven people booked, only you showed, kind of went without saying that you won. Yep. Haha. |
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