WFWF presents "Nowhere to Run" - Results

"Running Free" by Iron Maiden blasts out throughout the arena, bringing the crowd to their feet in anticipation for the start of the next match.

Christa Adina: The following contest is a SPECIAL SINGLES MATCH, and it is scheduled for one fall!

Brandon Bison steps out from behind the curtain, stopping as he comes into clear view and turns to the right, snaps his fingers, then to the left, snapping his fingers once more.

Christa Adina: Introducing first, from Hollywood, Florida - weighing in at two hundred and thirty pounds - Brandon Bison!!!

The crowd erupts in vocal favor of the relative newcomer as he strides off, making his way down the ramp toward the ring, donned in his signature floral knit shirt. Bison slides into the ring and makes for the furthest side of the ring, climbing the ropes and raising his fist. He stretches and turns to face back toward the stage as he jogs in place, his theme coming to a fade.

Alecia Matthews: The WFWF fans are evidently coming around to this bright new prospect, Daniel.

Daniel Knight: That much is clear, but Bison is going to have his hands full tonight with a tenured name who has shown a lot of promise over the years.

"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 Nitta bursts out from behind the curtains, cloaked in a black hood and jacket.

Christa Adina: ...and his opponent - from Chicago, Illinois, weighing in at one hundred and eighty five pounds - Cam Nitta!!!

Cam extends his hands towards the fans as he makes his way down the entrance ramp, but he doesn't seem to care much for their high-fiving. Arriving at ringside, he sheds his coat as the chorus swells, igniting the pyro on the stage, which in turn, brings the audience to a rise once more.

Daniel Knight: The fans here tonight have not lost sight of the promise Cam Nitta once showed as a bright young rookie several years back.

Alecia Matthews: Any way you slice it, this match here tonight is a solid win for anyone who counts themselves a part of the WFWF Multiverse!

Cam enters the ring in the corner opposite Brandon Bison, tugging at the ropes, his eyes locked across the ring upon Bison who bounces in place, loosening his wrists and neck as the referee checks both men in for foreign objects.

Daniel Knight: An interesting dynamic here, this evening - while it's not unheard of for stars in the WFWF to have some sort of academic foundation, it is considerably rare for either competitor on opposite sides of the ring to boast such an educated background.

Alecia Matthews: Are you thinking we're in for a match equal parts athletic and psycholo - and we're off...

DING! DING! DING!

The bell sounds, and both men readily eject from their corners, arms at the ready as they circle one another, each looking for the opportunity to initiate the first blow. Bison is the first to call for the lock up, egging Nitta on into taking his hand. Cam pauses to look out upon his audience, almost as if questioning their opinion on the matter, which in turn draws the impatient ire of Bison, who responds with a fierce kick to the midsection.

Alecia Matthews: That's how it's done! Bison is in no mood to sleep on this opportunity here tonight!

Seizing the self created moment of opportunity, Bison grabs Nitta by the arm, and with a great heave, launches his opponent into the ropes. His early momentum, however, is short lived, as Nitta comes flying back with a flying shoulder block, the full projectile of his entire body weight sending Bison tumbling down to the mat.

Daniel Knight: ...and yet, neither is Cam Nitta, who just showed this sold out crowd why you never count out an Abe Vigoda Memorial Cup winner until the ref has counted three!

Nitta springboards back to his feet, throwing a fighting stance at Bison before pausing to throw a fist up to the adoring crowd. Learning from his earlier indiscretions, he quickly turns his attention back to Bison, laying into him with a series of fast paced stomps to the upper torso. Content with the fact that Bison has been thoroughly softened, the young veteran drags his opponent to a sitting position, taking to the ropes once more, returning with a missile dropkick to Bison's face.

Alecia Matthews: Brandon Bison may be considering the idea that he's bitten off more than he can chew at this point.

Riding the wave of fast paced momentum, Cam now takes to the opposite side of the ring, leaping to the top and immediately launching himself into an elegantly executed lionsault. The move seems all but guaranteed to drive an early point home, when Bison takes the last glimmer of opportunity to roll safely out of the way, sending Nitta crashing unguarded to the mat.

Daniel Knight: Brandon Bison at the last possible moment!

Alecia Matthews: That mat isn't exactly forgiving when you miss a maneuver like that.

Daniel Knight: ...and it looks like he's going to try and capitalize!

Bison turns the fallen Nitta over on to his back, covering him for an early grab at the fall.

One...

...two...

Nitta throws a shoulder, stalling the count while still reeling from his misplaced assault moments earlier. Bison drags Nitta to his feet, winds up, and begins laying into him with a series of steady fists. One after another, he continues calculatedly until Cam has to focus to simply stagger in place, at which point Bison hits the ropes, leveling Cam with a devastating clothesline sending him flat to the mat once more. Seizing the opportunity, Brandon once more makes for the cover.

One...

...two...

Alecia Matthews: Not a chan - wait just a second here!!

Nitta rolls out of the cover, dragging Bison over with him and answering the count with his own cover.

One...

...two...

Bison handily launches Nitta off of him, though the opportunity for recovery is short lived, as the agile former National Champion lands deftly on his feet, charging at Bison as he struggles to climb to his feet with a series of blows that find both men engaged in a brief brawl.

Daniel Knight: Yeesh! It would appear the pressure is getting to each of these men here! The ref is struggling to maintain control here!

Each man is able to land several more blows before the referee is able to get in between them, driving each competitor back into opposite corners. Allowing each man to regain composure, he signals the opening for them to proceed, leading each to charge at one another, colliding in a lock up as each struggles to find the upper hand.

Alecia Matthews: Get a load of Kreskin over here.

Daniel Knight: Kres...kin...?

Alecia Matthews: It's a compliment, d-bag. You called it - these guys are trying just as hard to psyche one anther out as they are trying to beat one another.

Back in the ring, it's Bison who ambles past the outreached arms of Cam Nitta, working his way into an advantageous edge over the spry competitor. Wrapping his arms around Nitta in a bear hug, he collides heads with him, staggering him with the point blank headbutt before lifting him cleanly off his feet and slamming him to the mat with a belly to belly suplex.

Alecia Matthews: Call it what you will, but this crowd is getting louder and louder for Brandon Bison every time we step out here.

The crowd roars in approval as Bison energetically climbs the ropes, signaling the start of something big. The crowd secured at his back, he makes his way to a corner, climbing to the top turnbuckle with ease, and pauses, signaling to the crowd to continue their raucous approval, before posturing himself and diving off the top toward the fallen Nitta, his elbow at the ready to drive into his opponents chest.

Daniel Knight: This could be it. Perhaps it's time to call it a night for Cam- OH!!!

Cam returns the earlier favor by thrusting his knees upward, catching Bison's midsection and cutting short his aerial momentum. Still staggered from the one-two impact of Bisons headbutt/Suplex combo, Nitta crawls toward Bison, slinging an a across his chest lazily and coming to a collapse as the ref runs in for the count.

One...

...two...

Alecia Matthews: No!

Bison throws the shoulder, escaping the count and rolls to his side, using the leverage of the ropes to pull himself up to a standing position.

Daniel Knight: As classic a 'back and forth' as there ever was here in the WFWF. Both men have taken their share of lumps and there's still no telling who will come out victorious.

Bison is first to his feet, and is quick to approach the still kneeling Cam with a driven boot to the midsection. The first connects, however, as Brandon comes forth with a second, Nitta counters with an elbow to the midsection. Temporarily staggered, Bison connects with another boot, but it's not enough to take down the now doubled over, yet upright Nitta, who responds with another elbow. Cam seizes his chance, dashing for the ropes and coming back at Bison with a flying cross body. It's enough to take the larger competitor down, but only just - Nitta rolls his momentum back to his feet, only to find himself starting back and the once more upright Brandon Bison.

Alecia Matthews: Neither one of these men can take the other down! It's going to come down to opportunity at this point, if they're to keep this up.

Bison charges now, arm outstretched for a running clothesline which Nitta ducks. Each man hits the opposite set of ropes, and is sent flying back toward the other at full speed. They collide, hitting one another like a sack of bricks, but it's Brandon Bison's weight advantage that topples Nitta into a heap in the center of the mat, allowing Bison to climb back to his feet. Signaling to the crowd, he grabs Nitta by the hair, keeping him doubled over as he pulls his head down between his legs.

Daniel Knight: There's that opportunity, Alecia. It looks to be all over here for Cam Nitta.

Hoisting Nitta above his shoulders, Bison falls back with him, driving his knees into the much smaller man's back, laying him unquestionably out as Bison quickly heads over for the count.

One...

...two...

...THREE!!!

DING! DING! DING!

Bison tosses his head back as the bell rings, remaining hunched on his knees as he decompresses from the trying bout.

Christa Adina: Ladies and gentlemen - your winner, Brandon Bison!!!

Daniel Knight: Impeccable call, Alecia. A hard fought bout between two very able competitors came right down the line to a moment of shining opportunity.

Bison smiles as he makes his way, deflated but victorious, back up the ramp, turning to acknowledge the sold out crowd once more as Nitta slowly makes his dejected way back to his feet down at the ring.

The words “I’m a mother f*cking BEAST!” blares through the arena as Beast by Rob Bailey and the Hustle Standard hits.


Christa Adina: he following match is scheduled for one fall and it is for the WFWF National Championship. First, making his way to the ring, from Detroit, Michigan he is the WFWF National Champion, Lucas CRRRRRRROOOOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWWWWEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!


Alecia Matthews: Well here we go. Showtime, part two, it seems. This match is do or die for one man, the other, an opportunity to prove himself to be worthy of top notice.


Daniel Knight: Is it odd that the way you phrased that can refer to both combatants in this main event?


Alecia Matthews: Not really. The WFWF's serious sh*t. Lucas Crowe has strung together an impressive amount of good, quality and noteworthy wins over the last few weeks, and he's the man with the plan, walking around the WFWF wearing his WFWF National Championship. This behemoth is ready for a fight.


Lucas Crowe makes his way from behind the curtain. There are small smatterings of boos and a couple cheers that come from the crowd as the big man saunters his way down the ramp. However he stops halfway through the ramp walking process and from behind the curtain comes former WFWF superstar and cohort to a lot of bad sh*t, Justin Tyme. Now it's just boos from the fans.


Alecia Matthews: Really? Justin Tyme's coming out here? Come on. As if this sh*t wasn't rigged enough as it is. No way Drakz wants to put his title on the line at Black Hole Sun against Crowe's opponent tonight.


Crowe gets to the ring and climbs up and over the top rope. He paces inside the ring a bit before facing the camera side and raises his fist, his title held within, the crowd booing intensely. Tyme is at the apron applauding his champion.


"Long ago, just like the hearse you died to get in again, we are...so far...from...you..."


The fans know. They just know.


Up on their feet they are as the lights go out, with flashes of Shawn Malaklai's most memorable moments are shown on the titantron. Throwing David Williams off of the top of the cage. Spearing himself and ZMaster off of the titantron. Having Thunder pinned to the mat, dousing his linen wrapped hand in ligher fluid and lighting it on fire, Malakai winning the International Championship that night. The countless times he's swanton bombed off of the tron in his career. Winning the WFWF Championship, standing tall in the ring that one last time.


Then the photo seen on WFWF.com earlier this week. Shawn Malakai, dead at 39.


"Helena" by My Chemical Romance begins BLASTING through the PA system as the arena gets a little lighter, a figure making his way to the stage. But it's not the figure they expected. Or so they thought.


For the first time since he began wrestling, the challenger is not in his bushido that's made him famous. Wearing a Malakai shirt, multi colored baggy wrestling shorts, a protective cover for his hand and kickpads...


Alecia Matthews: He's wearing Malakai's attitre. Holy sh*t.


The lights kick on and it is, in fact, Samael Ahriman. He throws a couple of kicks on the stage with a flying back hook kick, falling to the stage, and kipping up from his stomach to his feet...flashy. In the ring, Crowe is inviting Sam to join him, and on the outside leaning against the stairs is Justin Tyme, smirking. Sam asks for a microphone from one of the guys at the sound booth who obliges.


Samael Ahriman: Thank you all for being here tonight, and being so supportive. I see the Malakai signs throughout the arena, the shirts and merch for Malakai, Horror...hell I saw some Indy guy wearing a Jimpy shirt...he didn't like talking about those days much. Probably the name.


The crowd laughs.


Samael Ahriman: I was there when he passed. Anyone who knows me knows how close Shawn and I were, and had been for years. He was my brother. not in blood like David is to him, but about as close as you can get. I want you all to know that he went quietly. He went in his sleep, which was what he wanted. He's with his daughter now. Don't fret.


The crowd is hanging on his every word.


Samael Ahriman: He's going to be buried in a few days. After this match, regardless the outcome, I'm hopping a flight back to Pittsburgh to handle some affairs he asked of me. But first, I have some business to take care of here...oddly enough, something he asked of me also. And before you get a big head down there, Justin, no his wish wasn't for me to simply beat your meat head in the ring. He's asked me to rip apart the entire establishment. Burn the corruption in the WFWF and salt the earth where it once stood. And that only starts tonight. My road to SuperBrawl, and the end of the Unholy Trifecta begins tonight by kicking out one of its legs whether it likes it or not.


Tyme is jawing at Sam from the steps.


Samael Ahriman: But I'm a smart man. This is essentially a four on one battle. Crowe, playing the role of lackey, Tyme, playing the role of desperate greedy bastard, Trace Demon the mastermind and Drakz, Demon's b*tch. Actually, you're all his b*tches and whipping boys. Meanwhile what do I have to fight on my side? Well I've got Josh Dean, but he's got his own issues at the moment. So how do I ensure I don't get outnumbered tonight? Well, with a little help from my friend.


“Edge of a Revolution” by Nickelback hits the PA system and the fans rise to their feet as from behind the curtain comes Trevor Wolf, coming up just short earlier this evening, his body paint somewhat smeared, but ready for a fight. He stands on Ahriman’s left. He hands Ahriman the Sakabato, the Lost Samurai wielding his weapon of choice before handing it back to Wolf, for safe keeping.


Christa Adina: And the challenger, being accompanied to the ring by Trevor Wolf, from Ira, Vermont, he is Samael AHRIMAAAAAAAN!


POP! Justin Tyme is still mouthing off on the outside as “Make You Mine” by Modestep, Sam’s normal theme, starts playing from the middle. Sam and Wolf storm the ramp, Sam sliding into the ring and Wolf pulling out the sword and waving it at Tyme, who’s unafraid but gets the message and gets into his corner. Before the bell can ring, Sam leaps onto the much bigger Crowe and WE’RE OFF TO THE RACES!


DING DING DING!


Alecia Matthews: Genius idea to bring someone out here to watch his back. Knowing this lot, they’ll try something.


Daniel Knight: But why Wolf of all people?


Alecia Matthews: Wolf’s got a bone to pick with Trace and Drakz, common enemy. And I get the feeling there’s a bit of unspoken respect between Sam and Trevor.


Daniel Knight: Kind of like what was between Shawn and Sam when Sam first got here?


Alecia Matthews: Look at you, you’ve done your homework.


Ahriman is pounding away at the head of Crowe, trying to inflict as much damage as possible as quickly as possible. He’s not used to being outsized. However after about a dozen or so punches, Ahriman is tossed off of Crowe, almost to the other side of the ring. Ahriman hops to his feet and throws a couple of stiff kicks to Crowe’s shins, backing away before the champ can land a shot.


Alecia Matthews: Ahriman using a style not often utilized, hit and run tactics. But I still have to ask myself, why is TYME out here? I get Wolf, what’s Tyme doing? I know he’s tied with Crowe at the hip, but he rarely joins Crowe at ringside.


Daniel Knight: Plan B. He and Crowe were entrusted with one simple task. Stop Ahriman from getting a shot at the WFWF Championship at Black Hole Sun. No matter the cost. Numbers game.


Sam throws a wild punch, but it’s caught by Crowe, who hauls back and delivers a chop to the bare chest of Ahriman. Suddenly, not wearing the bushido seems like a bad idea. And another knife edge chop. And another. And another. Sam tries to get his other hand up to block but it’s his lame hand and as a result, Crowe continues his assault of chops, backing Sam into the corner. The champ now throws a couple of hooks into the gut of Ahriman and pulls him up sideways, showing his immense strength by keeping Sam in place while he ascends the turnbuckle.


Alecia Matthews: This is very, very bad. Very bad.


Daniel Knight: Well it’s not good.


Crowe is standing on the middle rope, Sam sideways to the champ’s chest and Tyme is applauding his protégé’s ability as Crowe straight up launches Ahriman up in the air and to the mat with a disgusting thud, hitting the avalanche fallaway slam. Crowe methodically walks to the body of Ahriman, placing a boot on his chest, flipping off Wolf on the outside. This does, in fact, constitute as a cover.


… 1 …


… 2 …


…


Ahriman gets his shoulder up, a look of relief on the face of Wolf and a sigh of relief from the WFWF fans. Crowe picks Sam up by his hair, ragdoll tossing him across the ring. After the last toss, Crowe gets a tuft of Ahriman’s hair in his hand. He wants more. He wants blood. Lucas pulls Sam to his feet and throws a couple of European uppercuts before hooking Sam in a Euro stance but snapmaring him to his ass and trying to lock in the Motor City Blackout!


Daniel Knight: He gets this, end of Sam’s hopes.


Alecia Matthews: COME ON SAM.


Sam tries fighting his way out of the lock of certain doom, able to get a hand in between Crowe’s arm and his own throat able to relieve some pressure but Crowe is just too strong for Sam to fight off. He drops the arm. He’s fading. He ref grabs his arm, up, down.


… 1 …


Up, down.


… 2 …


Up….and it stays up, the ref waves off the out, Ahriman is still in this! Wolf is pounding on the steps and chanting Sam’s name, the crowd getting behind him full force. Ahriman, in a last ditch effort, pulls his arms up above his head and claps Crowe’s ears, causing Crowe to release the hold and stagger. Sam now starts to mount a comeback. He starts throwing haymakers and kicks and chops, he’s throwing everything but the kitchen sink at the WFWF National Champion.


Tyme gets up onto the apron to ry to distract the ref so Crowe can get back into it, but it backfires mightily as while the ref’s back is turned, Wolf slides the Sakabato under the ropes and Ahriman picks it up and bashes the sheathe into Crowe’s head repeatedly. As Tyme gives up to get the ref back into it, Ahriman tosses the weapon over the rope and Wolf kicks it under the ring.


Daniel Knight: That’s not legal.


Alecia Matthews: The deck’s so stacked against Samael, I don’t blame him! He’s desperate and the fans are loving the show. He might actually do this.

With this all out assault, Samael has Crowe backed up into the corner. Tyme has hopped up onto the apron again, trying to get the ref to break up what he believes is an illegal maneuver (well he isn’t entirely wrong but hey) and before Tyme can fully make his case, from out of no where comes Trevor Wolf with a drive by dropkick onto the apron into Time’s hip. Tyme and the ref bump heads and the ref goes down as Tyme and Wolf scuffle on the outside. Crowe takes advantage of the downed ref and goes low on Sam. Crowe gets Sam locked into The Motor City Blackout, and Sam IS blacking out.


Alecia Matthews: COME ON S….WHAT?!


“Sounds of Madness” hits the PA system and the fans lose their sh*t! from behind the curtain comes WFWF International Champion Cameron Stone! He’s bolting to the ring, title in hand.


Daniel Knight: What’s he doing here? He hates everyone involved in this match. Probably hates the ref too.


Stone slides under the ropes and before Wolf can get to him, or Crowe can get fully turned around, STONE TAKES DOWN CROWE WITH THE TITLE! The studs on the title cause Crowe’s forehead to bleed a bit. Cam slaps the ref who’s still down. He picks up Sam and leans him against the corner. Stone is jumping up and down, hyped. He looks to the outside of the ring where Justin Tyme’s starting to get the upper hand on Trevor Wolf. He shouts something at Wolf as Stone runs the opposite ropes and PLANCHAS TO THE OUTSIDE OVER THE TOP! WOLF PUSHES TYME INTO STONE’S CROSSHAIRS AND TYME IS OUT. Stone is on his feet, whispers something to Wolf, pats him on the back and grabs his title belt and vanishes through the crowd.


Alecia Matthews: BODIES EVERYWHERE! SAM’S UP TOP!


Sam, groggy, has made his way to the top rope, kisses his hand and raises it to the sky and drops a killer Phoenix Splash onto Crowe. Wolf rolls in and drags the ref next to the cover. Wolf Stands guard behind him to make sure Tyme doesn’t try anything. The ref, slightly alive, counts.


…………. 1 …………….


…………… 2 ………………


…………….. 3 ………….


DING DING DING!


Alecia Matthews: HE DID IT! SAM! DRAKZ! WFWF CHAMPIONSHIP! IT’S ON!


Daniel Knight: But let’s not forget the most important part in all of this…


Christa Adina: Here is your winner and NEEEEEEEW WFWF NATIONAL CHAMPION, SAAAAAAMAEL AHRIIIIIIIMAAAAAAAAAAAAN!


Wolf grabs the belt from the timekeeper and hands it to Sam, wrapping an arm around the man who can’t really stand this moment. You’d think he just won the WFWF Championship the way he’s reacting, the fans are chanting his name, then Shawn’s, then his again and sticking with his through the end. Sam kisses the title and points to the sky, tears in Sam’s eyes.


Alecia Matthews: We all know why he REALLY wanted this match. And it has nothing to do with Drakz’s irreverent Grand Slam reference.


Wolf grabs a mic for Sam, holding it to his mouth for him.


Samael Ahriman: Like I said, I'm gonna do this with a little help from my friends.

“Seizure of Power” rips through the arena and everyone’s eyes are drawn to the stage. Sam is stood with his back to the ramp and his eyes close in dismay as the music plays out signalling the arrival of the WFWF’s sole owner.

Alecia Matthews: What does HE want?

Trace Demon walks out onto the stage with a mic in his hand and a pissed off look on his face.

Daniel Knight: Ahriman realises something amazing here tonight and Trace has to have his say on that. I don’t like this one bit Alecia.

Trace Demon: Cut my f*cking music.

Seizure of Power quickly drops out and the crowd’s previous chorus of cheers has turned to vitriolic boos.

Trace Demon: What the hell was that? What the f*ck was that circus?

Sam slowly, and calmly turns around to face his detractor.

Trace Demon: You think I’m going to let this kind of thing slide Ahriman?

He points at Trevor Wolf.

Trace Demon: And you Wolf, you had better choose yourself some better friends because right now you’ve made it onto my sh*t list and that is a VERY dangerous place to be.

The outstretched finger now aims at Ahriman.

Trace Demon: You might feel smug about what just happened here Sam, but guess what? I’M THE F*CKING BOSS AROUND HERE!

Ahriman leans over the ropes toward Trace, holding his National Championship aloft and spitting venomous words in the owner’s direction.

Alecia Matthews: OH GOD!

Daniel Knight: Not again!

Drakz has slid into the ring behind Ahriman and he’s chomping at the bit motioning for him to turn around. He does and Justin Tyme slides a folded steel chair under the ropes. Drakz with a boot to the gut and he hoists Ahriman up onto his shoulders causing him to drop the National Championship. He then drills Sam down with the Needle Damage right onto the chair!

Alecia Matthews: I can’t look.

Daniel Knight: We all know what’s coming……

The crowd are incensed!

Trace Demon: In lieu of the controversial ending to the main event tonight, I want to make sure you people go away feeling as though you haven’t been cheated.

The boos are deafening!

Trace Demon: I’m ordering an immediate rematch. Samael Ahriman will defend his WFWF National Championship against Lucas Crowe RIGHT NOW!

And that’s it. The crowd start launching rubbish onto the ramp and into the ring. They’ve seen this before and didn’t like it but a second time is just insulting.

Crowe, now on his feet, is patted on the back by Drakz and he lays his entire weight across Sam’s shoulders.

Alecia Matthews: This is disgusting.

Daniel Knight: Where on earth is Joshua Dean while all of this is happening?

The bell rings and referee, looking confused and knowing he’s about to take part in a travesty of justice, hits the mat.

… 1 …

Daniel Knight: It was fun while it lasted.

… 2 …

… 3 …

The ref calls for the bell and “Beast” begins to play.

Christa Adina: Erm….Here is your winner and new(?) WFWF National Champion, Lucas Crowe!

Drakz picks the National Championship up from the mat and hands it to Crowe before spitting on the downed Ahriman. Trace, eyes locked on Wolf as though to warn him not to bother, enters the ring as does Justin Tyme. The ring is really filling up with discarded drinks, food and anything else the fans can get their hands on.

Alecia Matthews: We might have a riot on our hands here. I think we need to leave Daniel.

Daniel Knight: You don’t have to tell me twice.

Drakz and Trace Demon hold Crowe’s hands high and Tyme applauds with a huge grin on his smug face. We fade to black on this image, an image that bodes nothing but fear as it becomes clear that Trace Demon and Drakz are tightening their strangle hold on the WFWF gold.