Post by Drakz on Feb 5, 2016 17:26:45 GMT -5
A wide shot of the MGM Grand Garden Arena and the bright lights of the world famous Las Vegas Strip fade into massive pryros!
Alecia Matthews: Welcome everyone to Showtime!
Our video package opens with Chase Landon and Cam Nitta walking to the ring. Landon rises back to his feet and stands on the tips of Cam’s. He then pulls back, bringing Cam up to his feet and into his arms. Landon throws Nitta overhead with a belly to belly, but Nitta flips through and lands on his feet!
Alecia Matthews: Wow! The athleticism of Nitta has to be seen to be believed. I’d almost forgotten how explosive he can be!
Nitta wags a finger to the crowd and then jumps backwards with a flip. He grabs a hold of Landon’s head with his feet and then twists to toss Landon with a huricanrana, but Landon is able to cartwheel out of harms way. Cut to Landon smiling as he looks around at Dani before then using his high centre of gravity to fall back and monkey toss Cam onto the ground.
Cameron Stone: Take it from a man that knows, any fall on those thin mats outside the ring is not pleasant. The very little protection they provide does nothing when you have someone throwing you on to them like that.
Landon picks Nitta up and then turns in such a way that when he throws them both back with a Russian leg sweep Cam’s head and neck bounce off of the bottom of the guard wall!
Alecia Matthews: They're slugging it out here!
Landon catches him with a hip toss. Nitta goes down but pops right back up. Another hip toss! Nitta up again. A third hip toss with an exclamation mark in the form of a jumping, standing elbow drop to the solar-plexus! Landon with a lateral press:
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Dani tells Landon to finish things and he lifts Nitta to his feet and lifts him with a suplex.
Cameron Stone: Falcon Arrow coming up!
Nitta slips down the back though and basement dropkicks Landon’s leg out from under him. Landon takes a knee and Nitta hits the ropes.
Cameron Stone: SHINING WIZARD!
Nitta scurries to his feet and hits the ropes again, springboarding from the second to hit the Claymore! (Springboard Corkscrew Backflip).
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Christa Adina: Here is your winner Cam Nittaaaaa!
Alecia Matthews: Nitta does it! He picks up a win in his first match back!
The next set of highlights shows Ante Whitner coming out, followed by the imposing National Champion Lucas Crowe. Our first title match kicks off with
Whitner bouncing off the rope and comes rebounding back full speed as he dives through the ropes and hits Crowe with a top speed suicide dive. It doesn’t take the big man off his feet though, just staggers him momentarily so Whitner slides back in the ring and performs a second suicide dive with a similar result. Whitner slides in the ring once more, intent to knock Crowe on his ass outside of the ring. Whitner dives through the ropes one more time but this time Whitner is caught by Crowe who proceeds to violently and maliciously overhead belly to belly suplex Whitner over the Spanish announce table in a tangled heap of humanity!
Whitner jumps to his feet and connects with a leaping clothesline that brings Crowe crashing to the mat. Whitner kips up and makes his way to one of the opposite corners and climbs to the top rope. Without hesitation, Whitner leaps off and drives a huge elbow into the heart of Crowe for a near fall!
Alecia Matthews: Ante almost scores a pinfall off that huge elbow drop. These two have been going at it at such a breakneck pace that we almost saw it end right there.
Justin Tyme: You are more delusional than I thought if you believed Ante could have ended the match right there.
Crowe kicks out but Whitner immediately floats over into a cross armbreaker. Lucas is clasping his hands to prevent Whitner from being able to fully lock it in but a few boots to the side of the head force Lucas to let go of his hands allowing Ante to cinch it in. Crowe gets sick of this gamesmanship and manhandles Whitner onto Ante’s back and, using the arm that Whitner had locked for the crossface, lifts Ante off the ground and drops him down with a one armed powerbomb. Lucas lets out an almost primal yell as he seems prepared to finish this. Lucas picks Ante up by his ears and hooks under both arms, hoisting Whitner up and dropping him with the Crowe’s Nest. Crowe hooks the leg and goes for a cover.
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Whitner kicks out! Lucas slaps the mat in frustration after Whitner kicked out of one of his best shots. Crowe gets to his feet and begins stalking Ante, looking ready to lock in the Motor City Blackout. Ante then forces Crowe down and locks in Bloody Yonkers. Crowe struggles for a few moments to reach the ropes but he’s in the middle of the ring. Crowe taps out but Ante refuses to let go of the hold because he knew the referee wasn’t able to see Crowe give up. Ante was content to keep the hold locked in until either Crowe passed out or the referee came back to his senses. Eventually Crowe fades into unconsciousness but as he did, the masked men that have been surrounding Crowe the last couple weeks hit the ring and began to lay the boots. The two men begin to lay a beating on Whitner before eventually hitting the Shatter Machine and fleeing through the crowd.
Cameron Stone: There are those masked men again. I thought Crowe gave you instructions not to interfere in this match Tyme.
Justin Tyme: I didn’t interfere as you see me sitting right here, I did not lay a single finger on Ante Whitner.
The referee regained his composure as Crowe crawled his way to Whitner and draped an arm across his chest. The referee began his count
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KICKOUT by Whitner. Crowe let out a scream, rolled Whitner over and locked in the Motor City Blackout. Ante struggled, kicking his feet to try to reach any ropes that he could but the more he struggled the quicker his energy drained. Eventually the signs of life in Whitner faded away. The referee checked on Ante who was unresponsive so the ref called for the bell.
DING DING DING
Christa Adina: Here is you winner and STILL WFWF National Champion, LUUUUUUCAS CROWE!
Our co-main event is set as Penny Shannon sprints to the ring, followed by the owner of WFWF, Trace Demon.
Cameron Stone: And we are live at the sold out MGM Grand and we are about to witness a match that is two years in the making!
Penny and Trace rush into each other, trading clubing blows as eventually, both wrestlers come into a clinch. The referee rushes over to intercept, but Trace flips him off and aggressively snap mare’s Penny into the center of the ring. Trace rushes off the ropes and nails Penny in the back with a vicious dropkick.
Alecia Matthews: We’re not even two minutes into this match and already we have a bleeder!
Quickly, Penny pushes herself onto the canvass and with Trace staggered away momentarily, the Velocity Grrrl rushes down the apron and knocks Trace with a front dropkick- hurling him right into the security rail. Trace grabs Penny by the neck and drives her into the arena floor with a modified neck-breaker of sorts- damn near twisting her head into canvas. Penny stumbles over and Trace goes for the Demon Elbow Rush, knocking her into the canvas with a fury of elbows across the face. Trace goes for the pin, but Penny manages to roll away to the outside.
Trace paces a couple steps back and eyes Penny, rushing forward now with the suicide dive, but Penny clips him off mid-air with a well timed superkick! Another sick ‘owww’ from the thousands in attendance.
Cameron Stone: Jesus H. Christ- I think she just killed Trace Demon!
Penny Shannon: PENNYTRATOR TIME, A**HOLE!
Alecia Matthews: Well, that answered it!
Penny secures Trace between the first and second rope and makes the climb up the opposite turnbuckle. Penny takes a deep breath as the thousands in attendance rise to their feet now as Penny takes the plunge-
Penny secures Trace between the first and second rope and makes the climb up the opposite turnbuckle. Penny takes a deep breath as the thousands in attendance rise to their feet now as Penny takes the plunge, but in the last minute Trace manages to wiggle himself to the safety of the top rope, leading Penny to crash into the canvass. Viciously, Trace drags Penny to the center of the ring, secures the double underhook and breaks her into the canvass with the Demonstration of Hell!
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Christa Adina: And the winner of the match, Trace Demon!
Onto the highly anticipated World Title Match. Josh Dean bounces side to side before stopping in the middle of the hall. Dropping his head, he says a quick prayer, going across his chest in a cross fashion before shooting his head up and screaming what has become his famous battle cry.
Josh Dean: LET'S GET IT!
With a punch toward the camera, he continues his side to side bounce down the hallway toward the arena entrance.
Alecia Matthews: It has certainly been a whirlwind 12 months for "The Architect". After being basically written off following the loss to Phillip Schneider last August, Josh Dean has been on one of the greatest resurgences in all of sports history as he has beaten a who's who of top talent in the past year. Blaze, Kirkbride, Bishop, Ahriman, Witner, Zmey, Sabbath, Garrett have all fallen to the number one contender.
In just a few short strides, Josh leaps, gracefully dive rolling over the guard rail onto the mat on the outside. He surveys the terrain, his battleground as he climbs the steps. He steps into the ring and throws his hands up in a diamond shape, before turning it into the double guns and exploding into his trademark pose. Josh releases a primal roar!
The series of screens that surround the stage glow white as well, almost silhouetting Drakz as he bounces on his toes. His WFWF Tag Team and World Heavyweight Championships are held in each hand and he raises them above his head before replicating his usual signature taunt, throwing his arms down. In perfect unison a shower of silver pyro explodes either side of him and the stage screens turn to past footage of the man in action. The difference in light reveals him fully to the cheering crowd and they see he's wearing a Nikki Dean shirt!
Alecia Matthews: Wow! Just wow! The gall of this man knows no bounds!
Drakz slowly climbs the steel ring steps and then walks the length of the apron before wiping his feet and then mounting the second rope, holding his arms wide with the dual championship belts hanging from them.
Alecia Matthews: We stated from the outset, that at 504 days as champion, Drakz is building on already legendary legacy for himself. But tonight could be his toughest test in the leader of SOS.
His pose prompts a lightning storm of camera flashes and he smiles down at Dean. Drakz passes both of his title belts to the official before pulling off his Nikki Dean shirt, balling it up and tossing it in her husband's face!
Alecia Matthews: And here we go!
We start with a double take of the beautiful standing dropkick from Josh, a big knee to the ribs doubles Josh over and Drakz hooks him high and dumps him with a T Bone Suplex! Josh with a step under into a hammerlock, and Drakz yanks his arm out and rolls out of the ring!
Alecia Matthews: Drakz saw Josh setting up for the Headcheck and got out of dodge. Smart move by the champion...wait, now Josh is in pursuit!
Drakz slides into the ring, but Josh has his foot! He drags Drakz under the bottom rope and out to the floor, meeting him with a massive European Uppercut to the jaw. Drakz stumbles back to the ring apron. Shoulder into the gut and Josh drives Drakz back first into the apron! Drakz exhales deeply before falling a knee. Josh takes a step back and charges in, looking for a flying knee. Drakz sidesteps it and Josh turns around, GETTING CAUGHT IN THE TRANSITION WITH A BLUE THUNDER DRIVER INTO THE RING POST! HOLY SH*T!
Alecia Matthews: That has to be all! Drakz just spun him head first into the post!
Josh sits up, holding the back of his head and Drakz synches in a tight reverse Chinlock. Josh struggles with the pressure and Drakz looks to clamp down, but Josh rotates to keep the pressure off. Short shots to the ribs loosen the hold, and Josh breaks free from Drakz's clutches and scores with a stiff right cross to the jaw. Josh is starting to build some momentum as he lights Drakz up with a huge open hand chop to the chest! Drakz closes up his defense and Josh goes to the legs with a nasty inside low kick, nearly taking the champ's legs out from under him. Drakz backpeddals to the corner and Josh's back in pursuit. A rake of the eyes cuts him off and Drakz scores with an STO, bouncing Josh's head off the middle turnbuckle! Spitfire (Air Raid Neckbreaker) connects! Drakz floats over, running the forearm across the jaw as he has the pin,
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Kickout by Josh!
Drakz's look turns stoic, perhaps a bit of frustration starting to seep in. He slowly picks Josh up, looking to finish it off. JOSH CATCHES HIM SLEEPING AND ROLLS HIM UP IN A SMALL PACKAGE!
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DRAKZ BARELY ESCAPES AND AS THEY RETURN TO THEIR FEET HE MAKES JOSH PAY WITH A NASTY CODEBREAKER, CHAINING IT INTO AN ARM IN TRIANGLE CHOKE! IT'S DEEP!
Alecia Matthews: Absolutely beautiful setup by Drakz, using the knee to stun him and lock in the submission.
With nothing more than raw power, he lifts Drakz off the mat. Drakz's eyes get as wide as silver dollars as Josh has him up to the shoulders. In pure desperation Drakz fires off massive punches to the head, causing Josh to stumble AND SEND BOTH MEN TUMBLING OVER THE TOP ROPE TO THE FLOOR! HOLY SH*T!
Alecia Matthews: THEY'RE DEAD!
Cameron Stone: That was a scary fall, and I'm not sure who got the worst of it!
Josh is up first, unleashing a roar that gets the crowd on their feet as Drakz pulls himself to a standing position. A brutal knife edge chop takes the champ's wind, followed by a short check hook that sends him staggering into the ropes. Drakz with a swing and miss and Josh scores with a snap powerslam on the rebound! Drakz holds his back as Josh builds a head of steam, trapping the arm. Drakz spins out of the neckbreaker, but Josh is waiting and nails him with a step up enziguri! Drakz stiffens up, turning to give his back and Josh makes him pay! WHEELBARROW FACEBUSTER! Drakz rises and Josh doubles him over with a kick to the gut. Payout coming, NO DRAKZ SLIPS OUT THE BACK! Josh turns and Drakz HOISTS HIM! NEEDLE DAMAGE COMING, NO JOSH SLIPS OUT THE BACK! Drakz turns, RISE BOMB (SKY HIGH) CONNECTS!
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KICKOUT BY DRAKZ!
Chapter 11 coming, and Drakz desperately fights it off with hard elbows to the jaw. Josh swings him out, and Drakz's foot catches the ref in the temple before he lands on his feet! F*CK NO!
Alecia Matthews: Oh no!
The ref is incapacitated, but it doesn't stop the two combatants from continuing on, trading stiff shots in the center of the ring. Drakz slips a punch and connects with a Spinning Back Elbow to the jaw, staggering Josh, who responds with a big Superman Punch! Both men are punch drunk, but it's Drakz who ducks the Superkick attempt and drills Josh with NEEDLE DAMAGE (SAMOAN DRIVER)! BUT THE REF IS STILL OUT COLD!
Alecia Matthews: The ref is out, and Drakz has Josh down! What the hell is he doing?
Drakz slides out of the ring and storms over to the time keeper's table before snatching the World Heavyweight Title. He slides back into the ring and has it cocked back. The crowd boos as Drakz grits his teeth and motions Josh up.
Cameron Stone: No, he doesn't need to win this way! Wait, what the...
Cam is cut off by the crowd cheering. Samael Ahriman has hopped the railing behind the commentary booth. He sneaks behind Drakz on the apron and grabs the title!
Drakz: What are you doing?!
Sam waves at Drakz, who responds by decking him! Sam goes flying off the apron as does the title belt! Drakz is incensed as he turns around, RIGHT INTO THE WAITING ARMS OF JOSH! CHAPTER 11 (ROYAL FLUSH) CONNECTS! THE REF COMES TO AS JOSH HAS THE PIN! HOLY F*CK WHAT A TURN OF EVENTS!
Alecia Matthews: Josh hits the Chapter 11 off the distraction!
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Cameron Stone: WE'VE GOT A NEW CHAMPION!
Christa Adina: Here is your winner, AND NEW WFWF WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION, "THE FRANCHISE" JOSH DEAN!
Josh looks at the title, the journey complete. He rises to his feet, where he is given his Tag Title belt. The ref raises his hand in victory as tears stream down his face, with pyros and confetti marking the occasion.
Cameron Stone: What a truly special moment we are witnessing here ladies and gentlemen.
He unstraps the title and slings it over his shoulder before stepping down off the turnbuckles. He grabs the Tag Title and turns, coming face to face with Trace Demon. Trace is applauding Josh, which causes the Architect to raise an eyebrow. Trace retracts his hand and steps closer to Josh, who spits in his face to a raucous response!
Alecia Matthews: Well there's what Josh thinks about it!
Josh walks past Trace, bumping shoulders with him. Trace turns around quickly and marches over to Josh as he reaches the ropes.
Cameron Stone: JOSH, LOOK OUT!
In slow motion, Trace spins Josh around and KICKS HIM RIGHT IN THE NUTS! WHAT THE F*CK?! Josh drops to a knee, allowing Trace to hit the Demonstration of Hell (Tiger Driver)!
Alecia Matthews: What is he doing?
Trace storms over to the time keeper's table and says to Christa Adina, "There's going to be an immediate rematch. Make the announcement!"
Christa Adina: Ladies and gentlemen, per order of WFWF Owner Trace Demon, Josh Dean will defend the WFWF World Heavyweight Championship in an immediate rematch against Drakz!
Cameron Stone: No! This isn't right!
Drakz picks up the battered champion as he pulls himself up. He hoists Josh up to the shoulders. NEEDLE DAMAGE (SAMOAN DRIVER)!
Alecia Matthews: And there's a second Needle Damage! I don't care how tough Josh is, this is pretty much academic.
Drakz has the legs hooked as the crowd mercilessly boos.
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Cameron Stone: Dammit, Trace Demon and Drakz scored the heist of the century!
Christa Adina: Here is your winner, and NEW WFWF WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION, "THE GOD SLAYER" DRAKZ!
We fade to black with the image of Trace Demon holding Drakz's hands up in victory as garbage is thrown in the ring.
EXPLOSIONS 'N SH*T! YEAH!
Alecia Matthews: Ladies and gentlemen welcome to Encore live from Columbus, Ohio! I’m joined here tonight by my new commentary partner, if he passes his 5 show probation, Daniel Knight!
Daniel Knight: It’s great to be out here calling the action with you Alecia. I can’t wait to see the fallout from Showtime here tonight.
“Seizure of Power” hits the arena PA to a chorus of boos and jeers from the crowd.
Daniel Knight: It seems the WFWF faithful aren’t too pleased to see the principal owner of the company.
Alecia Matthews: Are you surprised? After the sh*t he pulled in Vegas?
Trace Demon swaggers onto the stage in a suit, the top couple of buttons on his shirt undone. He makes his way to the ring and takes a microphone before entering between the ropes. Trace gazes around with a smile at the sea of hatred that surrounds him and as his music fades out he address it.
Trace Demon: How are we feeling tonight people?
He laughs as the boos rise to deafening levels.
Trace Demon: Good, good. Well I’m here tonight, in line with tradition, to present to you a newly crowned champion, but to be honest it’s not as simple as all that. To call this man the new champion is a bit of a stretch as he not only had the match won had our, no longer employed, referee been in place instead of licking his wounds, but he then was forced the humiliation of losing his title due to an external distraction in the form of one Samael Ahriman.
The crowd, whilst still mixed on Sam, pop louder than in recent months at his name.
Trace Demon: This kind of injustice doesn’t go unnoticed in the WFWF though. No. We ensure every effort is made to maintain a strong grasp on what the rules and regulations state to be true. As such an immediate rematch was called and our champion made sure he walked out the same way he came in. So without further ado let me bring out the undisputed WFWF World Heavyweight Champion, Drakz!
“MK7” drills the speakers and onto the stage comes a man who’s sway with the crowd has certainly changed.
Alecia Matthews: Wow! Listen to this!
The crowd, who only 1 show previous cheered the World Heavyweight Champion, now boo him with the same vigour. Drakz begins his walk down the ramp with his Tag Team Championship around his waist and the WFWF World Heavyweight Championship slung over his shoulder. The front of his t shirt reads;
504 days…
Drakz enters the ring and exchanges a smirk with Trace Demon.
Daniel Knight: This really is a historic turn of events folks. Who thought for one second that these two men could exist in the same space without throwing hands at each other.
Alecia Matthews: These two have a long and storied past and none of it is pretty. There’s never been even a hint of friendship and only a modicum of respect so to see Drakz and Trace Demon seemingly in cahoots like this is insane!
As Drakz mounts the second turnbuckle and soaks up the hatred that has replaced adoration we see the back of his shirt:
…and counting!
Daniel Knight: And what’s the shirt about? His record breaking reign as champion was put to rest by Josh Dean. The timer’s been reset champ.
Drakz is handed a second microphone so as to address the world.
Drakz: And here I was thinking we were all friends?
The sh*t eating smile. There’s a very different atmosphere surrounding the champion tonight, the crowd’s reaction not withstanding.
Drakz: Well no hard feelings boys and girls. I’ve proved over the last 2 years that I don’t need friends anyway.
Daniel Knight: How can he say that when he’s stood next to the very man who has helped him to victory in 3 separate title matches in that time?
Drakz: Many are calling what happened at Showtime a miscarriage of justice. A betrayal of honour. Call it what you like, so long as it is immediately followed by the statement; ‘AND STILL WFWF WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION’!
He laughs along with the owner of the very company he works for.
Daniel Knight: And again! This hypocrisy is brazen Alecia! He LOST the championship and regained it through questionable means. And still?
Alecia Matthews: You might want to wind your neck in Daniel.
Daniel Knight: What?
Alecia Matthews: Listen, you’re new to this game, but Drakz and Trace Demon WILL react if you keep on like that.
Daniel Knight: …
Drakz: I would like to offer my condolences to a couple of people. First of all to the family of the now unemployed official that failed in his job in Vegas. All he had to do was be conscious and count to 3 and yet he failed to do so. As such Trace Demon was kind enough to make sure justice prevailed. Secondly I would like to offer my sympathy to Satan himself. Why? Because after I’m done he’s never going to get his d*ck sucked again! Samael Ahriman get your f*cking derrière out here.
Alecia Matthews: Well we saw how Ahriman injected himself into the main event in Las Vegas, the question is how would Drakz react now?
Daniel Knight: Ahriman did something I think most of us had forgotten he was capable of. He showed compassion at Showtime and tried to enact some justice of his own when Drakz stepped outside the rules.
“In the City” begins to play, much to the annoyance of the two men standing in the ring, because it heralds the arrival of a constant thorn in their side. Josh Dean. Dean takes to the stage to a huge ovation but he doesn’t look like he’s here to play with the crowd.
Daniel Knight: Here he is! The former WFWF World Heavyweight Champion, and a man who no doubt is out here looking for revenge.
Alecia Matthews: The look on Josh’s face says more than words could. He is intense tonight!
Josh has a mic in his hand, and once his music cuts he holds it to his mouth but doesn’t say a word. The silence is filled by the entire arena’s clapping and stomping and the tension in The Nationwide Arena is palpable. Finally Josh speaks.
Josh Dean: Samael……..Ahriman?……………You’re asking for Samael Ahriman? I don’t know if you landed too hard on your head in Vegas or something but my name is pronounced…….Josh……Dean.
The crowd pops for the SOS Architect.
Drakz: I know your name mate.
Josh cuts in as Drakz is still talking.
Josh Dean: Then I’m confused. Why is it you think you can move your sights onto Ahriman when we’ve still got unfinished business boy?
Josh begins to pace the stage as the crowd continues to rally behind him.
Josh Dean: That belt on your shoulder……is mine.
Drakz casts a glance at the name plate on the belt that reads “Drakz”.
Drakz: Nope. Definitely mine Josh.
Josh Dean: Perhaps in your deluded mind that belt is unquestionably yours, and perhaps in that same distorted reality Trace Demon really was ensuring justice was upheld, but by the sounds of things you two are the only people in this building that believe that bull sh*t.
A deafening boo rings throughout the arena and Drakz looks around at the crowd with a look of uncertainty on his face.
Josh Dean: Now I don’t know how premeditated that rematch crap was, and for now champ I’m giving you the benefit of the doubt, but Trace Demon………you f*cked with the wrong man. Everyone knows I deserve a rematch, not only as the challenger who was screwed but as the former champion I could very well enact my rematch clause, however I’m sure you’ve probably already got that covered don't ya Trace.
Trace Demon: Josh, Josh, Josh, dear sir, I simply did what needed to be done at Showtime. Now while you and your brain washed faithful may not like the way things turned out I’m a man who sticks to his guns and if I deem something the best way to move forward then that is gospel. You’re just not ready for the spotlight yet Dean. I was looking after my greater interests whilst ensuring Drakz was dealt a fair hand.
Daniel Knight: A fair hand?!
Trace Demon: I have to look after my champion’s best interests, and the fact you made sure the referee was incapacitated when you were at your most vulnerable forced my hand.
Drakz: Boys. Come on now. I fear we’re all missing the point here.
Josh Dean: Then make your point.
Drakz: You’re not f*cking Samael Ahriman!
The crowd is going crazy. No one knows wether to boo, cheer or kill. It’s pandemonium. “Make You Mine” hits the PA and the crowd pops in unison as Samael Ahriman swaggers out onto the stage beside Josh. Josh hands him the mic.
Samael Ahriman: You rang?
Drakz is about to spew all kinds of profanities down the mic in Ahriman’s direction but Trace has the better sense of the two and takes the mic from him, knowing he already has at least one f*ck to account for on live TV.
Trace Demon: Sam. It seems to me that Drakz is in no state to address this situation with any kind of clear head, as such I just want to warn you that I will indeed be granting him permission to beat the ever living sh*t out of you.
Samael Ahriman: You’ve got my attention as long as that shiny thing on his shoulder is up for grabs?
Trace Demon and Drakz start laughing in the ring together. They really overdo it to a slapstick level.
Trace Demon: Oh God! Wow. Ahriman. Ever the joker huh? That was classic. You’ll do as you're told I’m afraid. You’ll be facing the WFWF World Heavyweight Champion somewhere down the line but his title will NOT be on the line. You know why? Because f*ck you, that’s why.
Seemingly he’s not bothered about profanity after all.
Trace Demon: And seeing as I’m out here I may as well let you know that Josh, next show you’ll be in the main event, defending your Tag Team Championships alongside this man. Not only that but to ensure you keep things professional, if you so much as tag Drakz too hard I’ll suspend you and make sure you never so much as dip a toe in the World Heavyweight Title picture ever again!
Mic drop.
Daniel Knight: Well once again folks we see the nefarious Trace Demon using his power to mess with anyone who so much as speaks up against him.
Alecia Matthews: I told you already Knight. Keep your mouth shut. What an explosive start to Encore ladies and gentlemen!
Daniel Knight: I haven't seen these guys this fired up in a long time. All this over the World Heavyweight Title and who is its rightful owner.
Alecia Matthews: Drakz is the champion right now and we'll certainly be following that story as it develops. And as we kick off in ring action, we start with a quartet of unknown prospects looking to get on the fast track to stardom.
Daniel Knight: I tried my best to gain some background information about these men prior to tonight's match, but all of them have been rather tight lipped which adds a level of intrigue to this bout.
Alecia Matthews: Let's send it up to Christa Adina to get us started!
"Edge of a Revolution" by Nickleback hits and the crowd starts to rise as the new signee Trevor Wolf storms out from behind the curtain.
Christa Adina: The following contest is scheduled for one fall under fatal four way rules. Introducing the participants, first, weighing in at 150 pounds. He is Trevor Wolf!
He walks onto the stage puts his head down, puts his arms behind him, then looks up, throws his hands forward and points towards the ring, inviting anyone who is willing to join his fight for change. He then shrugs it of when no one comes out and gets a cocky smirk on his face seeing he is still the only one, then walks to the ring.
Daniel Knight: What we've learned about Trevor Wolf is that he considers himself a revolutionary for change.
Alecia Matthews: That should be interesting when a lot of new comers consider themselves revolutionaries, then change their tune as soon as they hit a roadblock.
Trevor slides in and jumps up, looking around the ring as he awaits the bell so he can fight.
"Running Free" by Iron Maiden hits and out behind the curtain comes Brandon Bison. He turns in rhythmn, snapping to the right then left as he makes his descent down the ramp.
Christa Adina: Introducing participant number two, from Hollywood, Florida, weighing in at 230 pounds. He is Brandon Bison!
Alecia Matthews: And Brandon Bison looks like a young man who is a bit of a free spirit.
Daniel Knight: In briefly speaking with Brandon during our previous production meetings, he really does enjoy new challenges. He's a well spoken, polite young man and I think he could become a good ambassador to the WFWF brand.
Alecia Matthews: That's all good and well Daniel, but he better find a mean streak quickly because nice guys have a hard time succeeding in WFWF.
He makes his way to the ring, slapping hands with the fans before sliding into the ring. Bison removes his floral beach shirt and tosses it to the crowd and climbs the ropes. He raises his fist and the crowd cheers the laid back rookie.
Christa Adina: Introducing participant number three, from Berlin, Germany, weighing in at 182 pounds. He is "The Crystal Wind" Sartorius!
With no music playing, Sar makes his way to the ring down the side of the ramp instead of the ramp itself. He slides into the ring and takes up residence in the corner, slumping to a seated position.
Alecia Matthews: What do you make of this guy?
Daniel Knight: He's certainly got an interesting look. A bit eccentric and that certainly makes him a wildcard here. You can never understate a first impression.
The opening riff of "Revolve" by The Melvins plays and the crowd starts to chant.
"Sid! Sid! Sid!"
The singing begins in the song, and Sid Svantesson bursts through the curtain.
Christa Adina: And introducing the final participant, from Richmond, Virginia, weighing in at 202 pounds. He is Sid Svantesson!
Alecia Matthews: And it seems that the crowd is behind Sid here.
Daniel Knight: He may be a little older than his opponents, but that life experience could be a key to victory.
Sid looks around the crowd, and then suddenly raises his arms in the air. The crowd cheers and Svantesson makes his way down the ramp. Svantesson high fives the front rows as he circles around the ring, and then rolls into the ring. Svantesson does a kip-up, and walks to his respective corner.
DING DING!
Alecia Matthews: And we're underway!
The quartet of newcomers face off in their respective corners, each taking time measure. Trevor initiates the physicality by going after Sid, driving him back into his corner with his head in the chest. Both men start raining blows on each other, quickly spilling outside the floor as Sar looks to get the jump on Brandon.
Daniel Knight: And already the action hits the floor with the wild child Trevor Wolf and the elder statesman Sid Svantesson!
Brandon backs Sar off with a couple stiff rights, and a step through arm wringer gains him full control. On the outside, it's a stalemate of strikes as Sar rolls out of the arm wringer, using a forearm strike to the jaw to break the hold, reversing into a hammerlock. He's quickly reversed into a rear waistlock by Brandon. Up and over with the back suplex attempt and Sar lands on his feet. He pushes Brandon into the ropes, scoring with a drop toe hold and chaining it into a front chancery. Knees to the head by Sar and Brandon shows good defense as he gets to his feet. Short body punches land for Brandon as he pushes Sar into the ropes. Shoulder block attempt is neutralized, and on the second attempt Brandon takes Sar over with a high hip toss, sending the Crystal Wind flying! Trevor slides in and goes low with a kick to the knee. Stunner attempt is blocked and Brandon shoves Trevor into a rope assisted Gamengiri from Sid. Trevor stiffens up and Brandon takes him over with a big overhead Belly to Belly suplex! Sid climbs in the ring, coming face to face with Brandon.
Daniel Knight: Well now, this could be good!
Brandon and Sid walk toward the center and lock up. It's a stalemate but Sid ducks low, changing levels and scoring with a textbook double leg. Brandon quickly turns to give his back and Sid forces his weight on Brandon's back, keeping chest pressure as the younger man forces back to his feet. Sid keeping a tight waistlock, but Brandon puts the breaks on to stop Sid from dragging him back to the mat. Brandon fights the hands and looks to turn in, but Sid wisely breaks and hammers him with a hook to the body. Sid goes right back to pursuing a takedown, forcing Brandon into the ropes. Sar has recovered and pulls on Brandon's foot, preventing Sid from lifting him. Sar pulls Brandon down and strikes Sid with a knee to the head. Sid releases the takedown attempt and Sar uses the space to climb in, only to be caught with stiff front kick to the face by Brandon. He nods to Sid and the two wrap Sar up, connecting with a double vertical suplex! They stand and stare each other down. This time it's Brandon initiating the exchange with big punches. He fires Sid off into the corner and charges in, catching him coming out with the Kitchen Sink, no Sid rolls through, schoolboy pin,
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Brandon kicks out and Trevor has entered the fray, catching Sid with a big forearm strike. Brandon rises to his feet and begins to work over Sar with hard stomps as he rolls to the ropes. Sar looks to beg him off, and uses that moment to hot-shot Brandom on the top rope. Sar is up before slingshotting in and connecting with a Hilo! Brandon sits up and Sar lights him up with a stiff kick to the chest. Brandon tenses up as he pulls himself to a knee, allowing Sar to step under with an arm wringer. Short arm clothesline is ducked and Brandon counters with a leaping neckbreaker! He pops up and Sid drops him with an Inverted DDT! Sid pops up and Trevor grabs him from behind. BRIDGING GERMAN SUPLEX!
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Daniel Knight: That was a close call!
Trevor is up and lights up Sid with a big open hand chop. Sid responds with a short uppercut and grabs a side headlock. He looks to take him over but Sar is back up and charges in, dropping Sid with a big Cutter! Boot to the gut from Trevor and he looks for a Stunner, but Sar counters with a wicked European Uppercut to the back of the head that face plants Trevor! Sar is in control as he deadlifts Trevor off the mat. Beautiful Gutwrench Suplex!
Alecia Matthews: Nice display of strength by Sartorius! Here's the cover, 1...2...and Brandon Bison dives in for the save!
Brandon grabs Sar and runs him shoulder first into the post. Trevor is climbing to his feet, and Brandon pushes his head between his legs. Final Breath (Powerbomb Lungblower) coming, NO SID PULLS TREVOR DOWN! Superkick to the gut, followed by a big Flying Knee. Trevor falls and Brandon turns into a Massive Rolling Elbow! Brandon staggers to the ropes, giving his back. Sid looks for the Backdrop Driver to complete the Asgard Combo, but Brandon fights him off with a back elbow. Sar is back into the ring and charges Brandon, who side steps him and sends him crashing into Sid. The force of their heads cracking sends Sid sprawling toward the ropes. Sar turns around, staggering to a knee. FINAL BREATH (POWERBOMB LUNGBLOWER) FROM BRANDON!
Alecia Matthews: And Brandon calls that the Final Breath! Here's the cover!
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DING DING DING!
Christa Adina: Here is your winner, Brandon Bison!
Daniel Knight: And these four gentlemen will be a fixture in WFWF's future, but it's Brandon Bison who picks up the huge win in their first match!
"Running Free" by Iron Maiden hits and Brandon stands up, with the ref raising his hand.
In the back, a team of security guards rush toward the arena parking lot at full speed. The cameras pan out to see Josh Dean and Trace Demon engaged in a pier six brawl among the production trucks. Trace is clubbing Josh in the back with hard shots as Josh runs his shoulder into Trace's gut, driving him back first into the truck!
Alecia Matthews: This is what we call a Vegas Hangover!
Trace arches his back and Josh tees off with stiff right hands to the face as Trace covers up. Trace answers back with big punches of his own before tackling Josh to the ground. The two men tie up and roll around on the concrete, with no one really gaining an upper hand.
Daniel Knight: And it looks like security is going to get them separated before they destroy each other!
Security is having a hard time pulling Josh off Trace as both men return to their feet. Josh grabs Trace by the hair and repeatedly rams the back of his head into the trailer!
Josh Dean: I dare you to suspend me!
Josh is restrained by security, AND HE STARTS FIGHTING THEM OFF!
Josh Dean: Let me go!
Josh and Trace reconvene amidst the security, trading big shots before going to the ground again. Security is joined by several agents and trainers trying to break the two former World Champions apart. They succeed in pulling Josh off Trace. Trace stands up, dusting off his suit and screaming at security.
Trace Demon: Get him out of here!
The site security team pull Josh away. Josh is trying to fight through them, but the numbers game overwhelms him. Trace looks on and a smile crosses his face as Josh is carried off. Trace wipes a bit of blood from his lip and licks it.
Trace Demon: You want to play hardball, Josh. Let's play hardball.
Alecia Matthews: And I think Josh Dean has been ejected from the building!
Alecia Matthews: Welcome everyone to Showtime!
Our video package opens with Chase Landon and Cam Nitta walking to the ring. Landon rises back to his feet and stands on the tips of Cam’s. He then pulls back, bringing Cam up to his feet and into his arms. Landon throws Nitta overhead with a belly to belly, but Nitta flips through and lands on his feet!
Alecia Matthews: Wow! The athleticism of Nitta has to be seen to be believed. I’d almost forgotten how explosive he can be!
Nitta wags a finger to the crowd and then jumps backwards with a flip. He grabs a hold of Landon’s head with his feet and then twists to toss Landon with a huricanrana, but Landon is able to cartwheel out of harms way. Cut to Landon smiling as he looks around at Dani before then using his high centre of gravity to fall back and monkey toss Cam onto the ground.
Cameron Stone: Take it from a man that knows, any fall on those thin mats outside the ring is not pleasant. The very little protection they provide does nothing when you have someone throwing you on to them like that.
Landon picks Nitta up and then turns in such a way that when he throws them both back with a Russian leg sweep Cam’s head and neck bounce off of the bottom of the guard wall!
Alecia Matthews: They're slugging it out here!
Landon catches him with a hip toss. Nitta goes down but pops right back up. Another hip toss! Nitta up again. A third hip toss with an exclamation mark in the form of a jumping, standing elbow drop to the solar-plexus! Landon with a lateral press:
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Dani tells Landon to finish things and he lifts Nitta to his feet and lifts him with a suplex.
Cameron Stone: Falcon Arrow coming up!
Nitta slips down the back though and basement dropkicks Landon’s leg out from under him. Landon takes a knee and Nitta hits the ropes.
Cameron Stone: SHINING WIZARD!
Nitta scurries to his feet and hits the ropes again, springboarding from the second to hit the Claymore! (Springboard Corkscrew Backflip).
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Christa Adina: Here is your winner Cam Nittaaaaa!
Alecia Matthews: Nitta does it! He picks up a win in his first match back!
The next set of highlights shows Ante Whitner coming out, followed by the imposing National Champion Lucas Crowe. Our first title match kicks off with
Whitner bouncing off the rope and comes rebounding back full speed as he dives through the ropes and hits Crowe with a top speed suicide dive. It doesn’t take the big man off his feet though, just staggers him momentarily so Whitner slides back in the ring and performs a second suicide dive with a similar result. Whitner slides in the ring once more, intent to knock Crowe on his ass outside of the ring. Whitner dives through the ropes one more time but this time Whitner is caught by Crowe who proceeds to violently and maliciously overhead belly to belly suplex Whitner over the Spanish announce table in a tangled heap of humanity!
Whitner jumps to his feet and connects with a leaping clothesline that brings Crowe crashing to the mat. Whitner kips up and makes his way to one of the opposite corners and climbs to the top rope. Without hesitation, Whitner leaps off and drives a huge elbow into the heart of Crowe for a near fall!
Alecia Matthews: Ante almost scores a pinfall off that huge elbow drop. These two have been going at it at such a breakneck pace that we almost saw it end right there.
Justin Tyme: You are more delusional than I thought if you believed Ante could have ended the match right there.
Crowe kicks out but Whitner immediately floats over into a cross armbreaker. Lucas is clasping his hands to prevent Whitner from being able to fully lock it in but a few boots to the side of the head force Lucas to let go of his hands allowing Ante to cinch it in. Crowe gets sick of this gamesmanship and manhandles Whitner onto Ante’s back and, using the arm that Whitner had locked for the crossface, lifts Ante off the ground and drops him down with a one armed powerbomb. Lucas lets out an almost primal yell as he seems prepared to finish this. Lucas picks Ante up by his ears and hooks under both arms, hoisting Whitner up and dropping him with the Crowe’s Nest. Crowe hooks the leg and goes for a cover.
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Whitner kicks out! Lucas slaps the mat in frustration after Whitner kicked out of one of his best shots. Crowe gets to his feet and begins stalking Ante, looking ready to lock in the Motor City Blackout. Ante then forces Crowe down and locks in Bloody Yonkers. Crowe struggles for a few moments to reach the ropes but he’s in the middle of the ring. Crowe taps out but Ante refuses to let go of the hold because he knew the referee wasn’t able to see Crowe give up. Ante was content to keep the hold locked in until either Crowe passed out or the referee came back to his senses. Eventually Crowe fades into unconsciousness but as he did, the masked men that have been surrounding Crowe the last couple weeks hit the ring and began to lay the boots. The two men begin to lay a beating on Whitner before eventually hitting the Shatter Machine and fleeing through the crowd.
Cameron Stone: There are those masked men again. I thought Crowe gave you instructions not to interfere in this match Tyme.
Justin Tyme: I didn’t interfere as you see me sitting right here, I did not lay a single finger on Ante Whitner.
The referee regained his composure as Crowe crawled his way to Whitner and draped an arm across his chest. The referee began his count
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KICKOUT by Whitner. Crowe let out a scream, rolled Whitner over and locked in the Motor City Blackout. Ante struggled, kicking his feet to try to reach any ropes that he could but the more he struggled the quicker his energy drained. Eventually the signs of life in Whitner faded away. The referee checked on Ante who was unresponsive so the ref called for the bell.
DING DING DING
Christa Adina: Here is you winner and STILL WFWF National Champion, LUUUUUUCAS CROWE!
Our co-main event is set as Penny Shannon sprints to the ring, followed by the owner of WFWF, Trace Demon.
Cameron Stone: And we are live at the sold out MGM Grand and we are about to witness a match that is two years in the making!
Penny and Trace rush into each other, trading clubing blows as eventually, both wrestlers come into a clinch. The referee rushes over to intercept, but Trace flips him off and aggressively snap mare’s Penny into the center of the ring. Trace rushes off the ropes and nails Penny in the back with a vicious dropkick.
Alecia Matthews: We’re not even two minutes into this match and already we have a bleeder!
Quickly, Penny pushes herself onto the canvass and with Trace staggered away momentarily, the Velocity Grrrl rushes down the apron and knocks Trace with a front dropkick- hurling him right into the security rail. Trace grabs Penny by the neck and drives her into the arena floor with a modified neck-breaker of sorts- damn near twisting her head into canvas. Penny stumbles over and Trace goes for the Demon Elbow Rush, knocking her into the canvas with a fury of elbows across the face. Trace goes for the pin, but Penny manages to roll away to the outside.
Trace paces a couple steps back and eyes Penny, rushing forward now with the suicide dive, but Penny clips him off mid-air with a well timed superkick! Another sick ‘owww’ from the thousands in attendance.
Cameron Stone: Jesus H. Christ- I think she just killed Trace Demon!
Penny Shannon: PENNYTRATOR TIME, A**HOLE!
Alecia Matthews: Well, that answered it!
Penny secures Trace between the first and second rope and makes the climb up the opposite turnbuckle. Penny takes a deep breath as the thousands in attendance rise to their feet now as Penny takes the plunge-
Penny secures Trace between the first and second rope and makes the climb up the opposite turnbuckle. Penny takes a deep breath as the thousands in attendance rise to their feet now as Penny takes the plunge, but in the last minute Trace manages to wiggle himself to the safety of the top rope, leading Penny to crash into the canvass. Viciously, Trace drags Penny to the center of the ring, secures the double underhook and breaks her into the canvass with the Demonstration of Hell!
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Christa Adina: And the winner of the match, Trace Demon!
Onto the highly anticipated World Title Match. Josh Dean bounces side to side before stopping in the middle of the hall. Dropping his head, he says a quick prayer, going across his chest in a cross fashion before shooting his head up and screaming what has become his famous battle cry.
Josh Dean: LET'S GET IT!
With a punch toward the camera, he continues his side to side bounce down the hallway toward the arena entrance.
Alecia Matthews: It has certainly been a whirlwind 12 months for "The Architect". After being basically written off following the loss to Phillip Schneider last August, Josh Dean has been on one of the greatest resurgences in all of sports history as he has beaten a who's who of top talent in the past year. Blaze, Kirkbride, Bishop, Ahriman, Witner, Zmey, Sabbath, Garrett have all fallen to the number one contender.
In just a few short strides, Josh leaps, gracefully dive rolling over the guard rail onto the mat on the outside. He surveys the terrain, his battleground as he climbs the steps. He steps into the ring and throws his hands up in a diamond shape, before turning it into the double guns and exploding into his trademark pose. Josh releases a primal roar!
The series of screens that surround the stage glow white as well, almost silhouetting Drakz as he bounces on his toes. His WFWF Tag Team and World Heavyweight Championships are held in each hand and he raises them above his head before replicating his usual signature taunt, throwing his arms down. In perfect unison a shower of silver pyro explodes either side of him and the stage screens turn to past footage of the man in action. The difference in light reveals him fully to the cheering crowd and they see he's wearing a Nikki Dean shirt!
Alecia Matthews: Wow! Just wow! The gall of this man knows no bounds!
Drakz slowly climbs the steel ring steps and then walks the length of the apron before wiping his feet and then mounting the second rope, holding his arms wide with the dual championship belts hanging from them.
Alecia Matthews: We stated from the outset, that at 504 days as champion, Drakz is building on already legendary legacy for himself. But tonight could be his toughest test in the leader of SOS.
His pose prompts a lightning storm of camera flashes and he smiles down at Dean. Drakz passes both of his title belts to the official before pulling off his Nikki Dean shirt, balling it up and tossing it in her husband's face!
Alecia Matthews: And here we go!
We start with a double take of the beautiful standing dropkick from Josh, a big knee to the ribs doubles Josh over and Drakz hooks him high and dumps him with a T Bone Suplex! Josh with a step under into a hammerlock, and Drakz yanks his arm out and rolls out of the ring!
Alecia Matthews: Drakz saw Josh setting up for the Headcheck and got out of dodge. Smart move by the champion...wait, now Josh is in pursuit!
Drakz slides into the ring, but Josh has his foot! He drags Drakz under the bottom rope and out to the floor, meeting him with a massive European Uppercut to the jaw. Drakz stumbles back to the ring apron. Shoulder into the gut and Josh drives Drakz back first into the apron! Drakz exhales deeply before falling a knee. Josh takes a step back and charges in, looking for a flying knee. Drakz sidesteps it and Josh turns around, GETTING CAUGHT IN THE TRANSITION WITH A BLUE THUNDER DRIVER INTO THE RING POST! HOLY SH*T!
Alecia Matthews: That has to be all! Drakz just spun him head first into the post!
Josh sits up, holding the back of his head and Drakz synches in a tight reverse Chinlock. Josh struggles with the pressure and Drakz looks to clamp down, but Josh rotates to keep the pressure off. Short shots to the ribs loosen the hold, and Josh breaks free from Drakz's clutches and scores with a stiff right cross to the jaw. Josh is starting to build some momentum as he lights Drakz up with a huge open hand chop to the chest! Drakz closes up his defense and Josh goes to the legs with a nasty inside low kick, nearly taking the champ's legs out from under him. Drakz backpeddals to the corner and Josh's back in pursuit. A rake of the eyes cuts him off and Drakz scores with an STO, bouncing Josh's head off the middle turnbuckle! Spitfire (Air Raid Neckbreaker) connects! Drakz floats over, running the forearm across the jaw as he has the pin,
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Drakz's look turns stoic, perhaps a bit of frustration starting to seep in. He slowly picks Josh up, looking to finish it off. JOSH CATCHES HIM SLEEPING AND ROLLS HIM UP IN A SMALL PACKAGE!
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DRAKZ BARELY ESCAPES AND AS THEY RETURN TO THEIR FEET HE MAKES JOSH PAY WITH A NASTY CODEBREAKER, CHAINING IT INTO AN ARM IN TRIANGLE CHOKE! IT'S DEEP!
Alecia Matthews: Absolutely beautiful setup by Drakz, using the knee to stun him and lock in the submission.
With nothing more than raw power, he lifts Drakz off the mat. Drakz's eyes get as wide as silver dollars as Josh has him up to the shoulders. In pure desperation Drakz fires off massive punches to the head, causing Josh to stumble AND SEND BOTH MEN TUMBLING OVER THE TOP ROPE TO THE FLOOR! HOLY SH*T!
Alecia Matthews: THEY'RE DEAD!
Cameron Stone: That was a scary fall, and I'm not sure who got the worst of it!
Josh is up first, unleashing a roar that gets the crowd on their feet as Drakz pulls himself to a standing position. A brutal knife edge chop takes the champ's wind, followed by a short check hook that sends him staggering into the ropes. Drakz with a swing and miss and Josh scores with a snap powerslam on the rebound! Drakz holds his back as Josh builds a head of steam, trapping the arm. Drakz spins out of the neckbreaker, but Josh is waiting and nails him with a step up enziguri! Drakz stiffens up, turning to give his back and Josh makes him pay! WHEELBARROW FACEBUSTER! Drakz rises and Josh doubles him over with a kick to the gut. Payout coming, NO DRAKZ SLIPS OUT THE BACK! Josh turns and Drakz HOISTS HIM! NEEDLE DAMAGE COMING, NO JOSH SLIPS OUT THE BACK! Drakz turns, RISE BOMB (SKY HIGH) CONNECTS!
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KICKOUT BY DRAKZ!
Chapter 11 coming, and Drakz desperately fights it off with hard elbows to the jaw. Josh swings him out, and Drakz's foot catches the ref in the temple before he lands on his feet! F*CK NO!
Alecia Matthews: Oh no!
The ref is incapacitated, but it doesn't stop the two combatants from continuing on, trading stiff shots in the center of the ring. Drakz slips a punch and connects with a Spinning Back Elbow to the jaw, staggering Josh, who responds with a big Superman Punch! Both men are punch drunk, but it's Drakz who ducks the Superkick attempt and drills Josh with NEEDLE DAMAGE (SAMOAN DRIVER)! BUT THE REF IS STILL OUT COLD!
Alecia Matthews: The ref is out, and Drakz has Josh down! What the hell is he doing?
Drakz slides out of the ring and storms over to the time keeper's table before snatching the World Heavyweight Title. He slides back into the ring and has it cocked back. The crowd boos as Drakz grits his teeth and motions Josh up.
Cameron Stone: No, he doesn't need to win this way! Wait, what the...
Cam is cut off by the crowd cheering. Samael Ahriman has hopped the railing behind the commentary booth. He sneaks behind Drakz on the apron and grabs the title!
Drakz: What are you doing?!
Sam waves at Drakz, who responds by decking him! Sam goes flying off the apron as does the title belt! Drakz is incensed as he turns around, RIGHT INTO THE WAITING ARMS OF JOSH! CHAPTER 11 (ROYAL FLUSH) CONNECTS! THE REF COMES TO AS JOSH HAS THE PIN! HOLY F*CK WHAT A TURN OF EVENTS!
Alecia Matthews: Josh hits the Chapter 11 off the distraction!
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Cameron Stone: WE'VE GOT A NEW CHAMPION!
Christa Adina: Here is your winner, AND NEW WFWF WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION, "THE FRANCHISE" JOSH DEAN!
Josh looks at the title, the journey complete. He rises to his feet, where he is given his Tag Title belt. The ref raises his hand in victory as tears stream down his face, with pyros and confetti marking the occasion.
Cameron Stone: What a truly special moment we are witnessing here ladies and gentlemen.
He unstraps the title and slings it over his shoulder before stepping down off the turnbuckles. He grabs the Tag Title and turns, coming face to face with Trace Demon. Trace is applauding Josh, which causes the Architect to raise an eyebrow. Trace retracts his hand and steps closer to Josh, who spits in his face to a raucous response!
Alecia Matthews: Well there's what Josh thinks about it!
Josh walks past Trace, bumping shoulders with him. Trace turns around quickly and marches over to Josh as he reaches the ropes.
Cameron Stone: JOSH, LOOK OUT!
In slow motion, Trace spins Josh around and KICKS HIM RIGHT IN THE NUTS! WHAT THE F*CK?! Josh drops to a knee, allowing Trace to hit the Demonstration of Hell (Tiger Driver)!
Alecia Matthews: What is he doing?
Trace storms over to the time keeper's table and says to Christa Adina, "There's going to be an immediate rematch. Make the announcement!"
Christa Adina: Ladies and gentlemen, per order of WFWF Owner Trace Demon, Josh Dean will defend the WFWF World Heavyweight Championship in an immediate rematch against Drakz!
Cameron Stone: No! This isn't right!
Drakz picks up the battered champion as he pulls himself up. He hoists Josh up to the shoulders. NEEDLE DAMAGE (SAMOAN DRIVER)!
Alecia Matthews: And there's a second Needle Damage! I don't care how tough Josh is, this is pretty much academic.
Drakz has the legs hooked as the crowd mercilessly boos.
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Cameron Stone: Dammit, Trace Demon and Drakz scored the heist of the century!
Christa Adina: Here is your winner, and NEW WFWF WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION, "THE GOD SLAYER" DRAKZ!
We fade to black with the image of Trace Demon holding Drakz's hands up in victory as garbage is thrown in the ring.
EXPLOSIONS 'N SH*T! YEAH!
Alecia Matthews: Ladies and gentlemen welcome to Encore live from Columbus, Ohio! I’m joined here tonight by my new commentary partner, if he passes his 5 show probation, Daniel Knight!
Daniel Knight: It’s great to be out here calling the action with you Alecia. I can’t wait to see the fallout from Showtime here tonight.
“Seizure of Power” hits the arena PA to a chorus of boos and jeers from the crowd.
Daniel Knight: It seems the WFWF faithful aren’t too pleased to see the principal owner of the company.
Alecia Matthews: Are you surprised? After the sh*t he pulled in Vegas?
Trace Demon swaggers onto the stage in a suit, the top couple of buttons on his shirt undone. He makes his way to the ring and takes a microphone before entering between the ropes. Trace gazes around with a smile at the sea of hatred that surrounds him and as his music fades out he address it.
Trace Demon: How are we feeling tonight people?
He laughs as the boos rise to deafening levels.
Trace Demon: Good, good. Well I’m here tonight, in line with tradition, to present to you a newly crowned champion, but to be honest it’s not as simple as all that. To call this man the new champion is a bit of a stretch as he not only had the match won had our, no longer employed, referee been in place instead of licking his wounds, but he then was forced the humiliation of losing his title due to an external distraction in the form of one Samael Ahriman.
The crowd, whilst still mixed on Sam, pop louder than in recent months at his name.
Trace Demon: This kind of injustice doesn’t go unnoticed in the WFWF though. No. We ensure every effort is made to maintain a strong grasp on what the rules and regulations state to be true. As such an immediate rematch was called and our champion made sure he walked out the same way he came in. So without further ado let me bring out the undisputed WFWF World Heavyweight Champion, Drakz!
“MK7” drills the speakers and onto the stage comes a man who’s sway with the crowd has certainly changed.
Alecia Matthews: Wow! Listen to this!
The crowd, who only 1 show previous cheered the World Heavyweight Champion, now boo him with the same vigour. Drakz begins his walk down the ramp with his Tag Team Championship around his waist and the WFWF World Heavyweight Championship slung over his shoulder. The front of his t shirt reads;
504 days…
Drakz enters the ring and exchanges a smirk with Trace Demon.
Daniel Knight: This really is a historic turn of events folks. Who thought for one second that these two men could exist in the same space without throwing hands at each other.
Alecia Matthews: These two have a long and storied past and none of it is pretty. There’s never been even a hint of friendship and only a modicum of respect so to see Drakz and Trace Demon seemingly in cahoots like this is insane!
As Drakz mounts the second turnbuckle and soaks up the hatred that has replaced adoration we see the back of his shirt:
…and counting!
Daniel Knight: And what’s the shirt about? His record breaking reign as champion was put to rest by Josh Dean. The timer’s been reset champ.
Drakz is handed a second microphone so as to address the world.
Drakz: And here I was thinking we were all friends?
The sh*t eating smile. There’s a very different atmosphere surrounding the champion tonight, the crowd’s reaction not withstanding.
Drakz: Well no hard feelings boys and girls. I’ve proved over the last 2 years that I don’t need friends anyway.
Daniel Knight: How can he say that when he’s stood next to the very man who has helped him to victory in 3 separate title matches in that time?
Drakz: Many are calling what happened at Showtime a miscarriage of justice. A betrayal of honour. Call it what you like, so long as it is immediately followed by the statement; ‘AND STILL WFWF WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION’!
He laughs along with the owner of the very company he works for.
Daniel Knight: And again! This hypocrisy is brazen Alecia! He LOST the championship and regained it through questionable means. And still?
Alecia Matthews: You might want to wind your neck in Daniel.
Daniel Knight: What?
Alecia Matthews: Listen, you’re new to this game, but Drakz and Trace Demon WILL react if you keep on like that.
Daniel Knight: …
Drakz: I would like to offer my condolences to a couple of people. First of all to the family of the now unemployed official that failed in his job in Vegas. All he had to do was be conscious and count to 3 and yet he failed to do so. As such Trace Demon was kind enough to make sure justice prevailed. Secondly I would like to offer my sympathy to Satan himself. Why? Because after I’m done he’s never going to get his d*ck sucked again! Samael Ahriman get your f*cking derrière out here.
Alecia Matthews: Well we saw how Ahriman injected himself into the main event in Las Vegas, the question is how would Drakz react now?
Daniel Knight: Ahriman did something I think most of us had forgotten he was capable of. He showed compassion at Showtime and tried to enact some justice of his own when Drakz stepped outside the rules.
“In the City” begins to play, much to the annoyance of the two men standing in the ring, because it heralds the arrival of a constant thorn in their side. Josh Dean. Dean takes to the stage to a huge ovation but he doesn’t look like he’s here to play with the crowd.
Daniel Knight: Here he is! The former WFWF World Heavyweight Champion, and a man who no doubt is out here looking for revenge.
Alecia Matthews: The look on Josh’s face says more than words could. He is intense tonight!
Josh has a mic in his hand, and once his music cuts he holds it to his mouth but doesn’t say a word. The silence is filled by the entire arena’s clapping and stomping and the tension in The Nationwide Arena is palpable. Finally Josh speaks.
Josh Dean: Samael……..Ahriman?……………You’re asking for Samael Ahriman? I don’t know if you landed too hard on your head in Vegas or something but my name is pronounced…….Josh……Dean.
The crowd pops for the SOS Architect.
Drakz: I know your name mate.
Josh cuts in as Drakz is still talking.
Josh Dean: Then I’m confused. Why is it you think you can move your sights onto Ahriman when we’ve still got unfinished business boy?
Josh begins to pace the stage as the crowd continues to rally behind him.
Josh Dean: That belt on your shoulder……is mine.
Drakz casts a glance at the name plate on the belt that reads “Drakz”.
Drakz: Nope. Definitely mine Josh.
Josh Dean: Perhaps in your deluded mind that belt is unquestionably yours, and perhaps in that same distorted reality Trace Demon really was ensuring justice was upheld, but by the sounds of things you two are the only people in this building that believe that bull sh*t.
A deafening boo rings throughout the arena and Drakz looks around at the crowd with a look of uncertainty on his face.
Josh Dean: Now I don’t know how premeditated that rematch crap was, and for now champ I’m giving you the benefit of the doubt, but Trace Demon………you f*cked with the wrong man. Everyone knows I deserve a rematch, not only as the challenger who was screwed but as the former champion I could very well enact my rematch clause, however I’m sure you’ve probably already got that covered don't ya Trace.
Trace Demon: Josh, Josh, Josh, dear sir, I simply did what needed to be done at Showtime. Now while you and your brain washed faithful may not like the way things turned out I’m a man who sticks to his guns and if I deem something the best way to move forward then that is gospel. You’re just not ready for the spotlight yet Dean. I was looking after my greater interests whilst ensuring Drakz was dealt a fair hand.
Daniel Knight: A fair hand?!
Trace Demon: I have to look after my champion’s best interests, and the fact you made sure the referee was incapacitated when you were at your most vulnerable forced my hand.
Drakz: Boys. Come on now. I fear we’re all missing the point here.
Josh Dean: Then make your point.
Drakz: You’re not f*cking Samael Ahriman!
The crowd is going crazy. No one knows wether to boo, cheer or kill. It’s pandemonium. “Make You Mine” hits the PA and the crowd pops in unison as Samael Ahriman swaggers out onto the stage beside Josh. Josh hands him the mic.
Samael Ahriman: You rang?
Drakz is about to spew all kinds of profanities down the mic in Ahriman’s direction but Trace has the better sense of the two and takes the mic from him, knowing he already has at least one f*ck to account for on live TV.
Trace Demon: Sam. It seems to me that Drakz is in no state to address this situation with any kind of clear head, as such I just want to warn you that I will indeed be granting him permission to beat the ever living sh*t out of you.
Samael Ahriman: You’ve got my attention as long as that shiny thing on his shoulder is up for grabs?
Trace Demon and Drakz start laughing in the ring together. They really overdo it to a slapstick level.
Trace Demon: Oh God! Wow. Ahriman. Ever the joker huh? That was classic. You’ll do as you're told I’m afraid. You’ll be facing the WFWF World Heavyweight Champion somewhere down the line but his title will NOT be on the line. You know why? Because f*ck you, that’s why.
Seemingly he’s not bothered about profanity after all.
Trace Demon: And seeing as I’m out here I may as well let you know that Josh, next show you’ll be in the main event, defending your Tag Team Championships alongside this man. Not only that but to ensure you keep things professional, if you so much as tag Drakz too hard I’ll suspend you and make sure you never so much as dip a toe in the World Heavyweight Title picture ever again!
Mic drop.
Daniel Knight: Well once again folks we see the nefarious Trace Demon using his power to mess with anyone who so much as speaks up against him.
Alecia Matthews: I told you already Knight. Keep your mouth shut. What an explosive start to Encore ladies and gentlemen!
Daniel Knight: I haven't seen these guys this fired up in a long time. All this over the World Heavyweight Title and who is its rightful owner.
Alecia Matthews: Drakz is the champion right now and we'll certainly be following that story as it develops. And as we kick off in ring action, we start with a quartet of unknown prospects looking to get on the fast track to stardom.
Daniel Knight: I tried my best to gain some background information about these men prior to tonight's match, but all of them have been rather tight lipped which adds a level of intrigue to this bout.
Alecia Matthews: Let's send it up to Christa Adina to get us started!
"Edge of a Revolution" by Nickleback hits and the crowd starts to rise as the new signee Trevor Wolf storms out from behind the curtain.
Christa Adina: The following contest is scheduled for one fall under fatal four way rules. Introducing the participants, first, weighing in at 150 pounds. He is Trevor Wolf!
He walks onto the stage puts his head down, puts his arms behind him, then looks up, throws his hands forward and points towards the ring, inviting anyone who is willing to join his fight for change. He then shrugs it of when no one comes out and gets a cocky smirk on his face seeing he is still the only one, then walks to the ring.
Daniel Knight: What we've learned about Trevor Wolf is that he considers himself a revolutionary for change.
Alecia Matthews: That should be interesting when a lot of new comers consider themselves revolutionaries, then change their tune as soon as they hit a roadblock.
Trevor slides in and jumps up, looking around the ring as he awaits the bell so he can fight.
"Running Free" by Iron Maiden hits and out behind the curtain comes Brandon Bison. He turns in rhythmn, snapping to the right then left as he makes his descent down the ramp.
Christa Adina: Introducing participant number two, from Hollywood, Florida, weighing in at 230 pounds. He is Brandon Bison!
Alecia Matthews: And Brandon Bison looks like a young man who is a bit of a free spirit.
Daniel Knight: In briefly speaking with Brandon during our previous production meetings, he really does enjoy new challenges. He's a well spoken, polite young man and I think he could become a good ambassador to the WFWF brand.
Alecia Matthews: That's all good and well Daniel, but he better find a mean streak quickly because nice guys have a hard time succeeding in WFWF.
He makes his way to the ring, slapping hands with the fans before sliding into the ring. Bison removes his floral beach shirt and tosses it to the crowd and climbs the ropes. He raises his fist and the crowd cheers the laid back rookie.
Christa Adina: Introducing participant number three, from Berlin, Germany, weighing in at 182 pounds. He is "The Crystal Wind" Sartorius!
With no music playing, Sar makes his way to the ring down the side of the ramp instead of the ramp itself. He slides into the ring and takes up residence in the corner, slumping to a seated position.
Alecia Matthews: What do you make of this guy?
Daniel Knight: He's certainly got an interesting look. A bit eccentric and that certainly makes him a wildcard here. You can never understate a first impression.
The opening riff of "Revolve" by The Melvins plays and the crowd starts to chant.
"Sid! Sid! Sid!"
The singing begins in the song, and Sid Svantesson bursts through the curtain.
Christa Adina: And introducing the final participant, from Richmond, Virginia, weighing in at 202 pounds. He is Sid Svantesson!
Alecia Matthews: And it seems that the crowd is behind Sid here.
Daniel Knight: He may be a little older than his opponents, but that life experience could be a key to victory.
Sid looks around the crowd, and then suddenly raises his arms in the air. The crowd cheers and Svantesson makes his way down the ramp. Svantesson high fives the front rows as he circles around the ring, and then rolls into the ring. Svantesson does a kip-up, and walks to his respective corner.
DING DING!
Alecia Matthews: And we're underway!
The quartet of newcomers face off in their respective corners, each taking time measure. Trevor initiates the physicality by going after Sid, driving him back into his corner with his head in the chest. Both men start raining blows on each other, quickly spilling outside the floor as Sar looks to get the jump on Brandon.
Daniel Knight: And already the action hits the floor with the wild child Trevor Wolf and the elder statesman Sid Svantesson!
Brandon backs Sar off with a couple stiff rights, and a step through arm wringer gains him full control. On the outside, it's a stalemate of strikes as Sar rolls out of the arm wringer, using a forearm strike to the jaw to break the hold, reversing into a hammerlock. He's quickly reversed into a rear waistlock by Brandon. Up and over with the back suplex attempt and Sar lands on his feet. He pushes Brandon into the ropes, scoring with a drop toe hold and chaining it into a front chancery. Knees to the head by Sar and Brandon shows good defense as he gets to his feet. Short body punches land for Brandon as he pushes Sar into the ropes. Shoulder block attempt is neutralized, and on the second attempt Brandon takes Sar over with a high hip toss, sending the Crystal Wind flying! Trevor slides in and goes low with a kick to the knee. Stunner attempt is blocked and Brandon shoves Trevor into a rope assisted Gamengiri from Sid. Trevor stiffens up and Brandon takes him over with a big overhead Belly to Belly suplex! Sid climbs in the ring, coming face to face with Brandon.
Daniel Knight: Well now, this could be good!
Brandon and Sid walk toward the center and lock up. It's a stalemate but Sid ducks low, changing levels and scoring with a textbook double leg. Brandon quickly turns to give his back and Sid forces his weight on Brandon's back, keeping chest pressure as the younger man forces back to his feet. Sid keeping a tight waistlock, but Brandon puts the breaks on to stop Sid from dragging him back to the mat. Brandon fights the hands and looks to turn in, but Sid wisely breaks and hammers him with a hook to the body. Sid goes right back to pursuing a takedown, forcing Brandon into the ropes. Sar has recovered and pulls on Brandon's foot, preventing Sid from lifting him. Sar pulls Brandon down and strikes Sid with a knee to the head. Sid releases the takedown attempt and Sar uses the space to climb in, only to be caught with stiff front kick to the face by Brandon. He nods to Sid and the two wrap Sar up, connecting with a double vertical suplex! They stand and stare each other down. This time it's Brandon initiating the exchange with big punches. He fires Sid off into the corner and charges in, catching him coming out with the Kitchen Sink, no Sid rolls through, schoolboy pin,
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Brandon kicks out and Trevor has entered the fray, catching Sid with a big forearm strike. Brandon rises to his feet and begins to work over Sar with hard stomps as he rolls to the ropes. Sar looks to beg him off, and uses that moment to hot-shot Brandom on the top rope. Sar is up before slingshotting in and connecting with a Hilo! Brandon sits up and Sar lights him up with a stiff kick to the chest. Brandon tenses up as he pulls himself to a knee, allowing Sar to step under with an arm wringer. Short arm clothesline is ducked and Brandon counters with a leaping neckbreaker! He pops up and Sid drops him with an Inverted DDT! Sid pops up and Trevor grabs him from behind. BRIDGING GERMAN SUPLEX!
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KICKOUT BY SID!
Daniel Knight: That was a close call!
Trevor is up and lights up Sid with a big open hand chop. Sid responds with a short uppercut and grabs a side headlock. He looks to take him over but Sar is back up and charges in, dropping Sid with a big Cutter! Boot to the gut from Trevor and he looks for a Stunner, but Sar counters with a wicked European Uppercut to the back of the head that face plants Trevor! Sar is in control as he deadlifts Trevor off the mat. Beautiful Gutwrench Suplex!
Alecia Matthews: Nice display of strength by Sartorius! Here's the cover, 1...2...and Brandon Bison dives in for the save!
Brandon grabs Sar and runs him shoulder first into the post. Trevor is climbing to his feet, and Brandon pushes his head between his legs. Final Breath (Powerbomb Lungblower) coming, NO SID PULLS TREVOR DOWN! Superkick to the gut, followed by a big Flying Knee. Trevor falls and Brandon turns into a Massive Rolling Elbow! Brandon staggers to the ropes, giving his back. Sid looks for the Backdrop Driver to complete the Asgard Combo, but Brandon fights him off with a back elbow. Sar is back into the ring and charges Brandon, who side steps him and sends him crashing into Sid. The force of their heads cracking sends Sid sprawling toward the ropes. Sar turns around, staggering to a knee. FINAL BREATH (POWERBOMB LUNGBLOWER) FROM BRANDON!
Alecia Matthews: And Brandon calls that the Final Breath! Here's the cover!
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DING DING DING!
Christa Adina: Here is your winner, Brandon Bison!
Daniel Knight: And these four gentlemen will be a fixture in WFWF's future, but it's Brandon Bison who picks up the huge win in their first match!
"Running Free" by Iron Maiden hits and Brandon stands up, with the ref raising his hand.
In the back, a team of security guards rush toward the arena parking lot at full speed. The cameras pan out to see Josh Dean and Trace Demon engaged in a pier six brawl among the production trucks. Trace is clubbing Josh in the back with hard shots as Josh runs his shoulder into Trace's gut, driving him back first into the truck!
Alecia Matthews: This is what we call a Vegas Hangover!
Trace arches his back and Josh tees off with stiff right hands to the face as Trace covers up. Trace answers back with big punches of his own before tackling Josh to the ground. The two men tie up and roll around on the concrete, with no one really gaining an upper hand.
Daniel Knight: And it looks like security is going to get them separated before they destroy each other!
Security is having a hard time pulling Josh off Trace as both men return to their feet. Josh grabs Trace by the hair and repeatedly rams the back of his head into the trailer!
Josh Dean: I dare you to suspend me!
Josh is restrained by security, AND HE STARTS FIGHTING THEM OFF!
Josh Dean: Let me go!
Josh and Trace reconvene amidst the security, trading big shots before going to the ground again. Security is joined by several agents and trainers trying to break the two former World Champions apart. They succeed in pulling Josh off Trace. Trace stands up, dusting off his suit and screaming at security.
Trace Demon: Get him out of here!
The site security team pull Josh away. Josh is trying to fight through them, but the numbers game overwhelms him. Trace looks on and a smile crosses his face as Josh is carried off. Trace wipes a bit of blood from his lip and licks it.
Trace Demon: You want to play hardball, Josh. Let's play hardball.
Alecia Matthews: And I think Josh Dean has been ejected from the building!
