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Post by Rated R on Apr 4, 2016 18:03:43 GMT -5
Pyro. Panning camera shots. A promo video if I weren’t so lazy.Alecia Matthews: Welcome to Dark Matter in Montreal, Quebec, Canada! Daniel Knight: It’s the final show before our highly anticipated Black Hole Sun Pay Per View and you’ve got to expect there will be fireworks tonight. Our main event is a product of last week’s main event as we see the National Champion Lucas Crowe take on a man who has only been trying to do the right thing Trevor Wolf. Alecia Matthews: What a win that would be if Wolf can put out the Motor City Mercenary! Daniel Knight: Tonight also sees the return of Dex in action against none other than the company’s owner Trace Demon. Alecia Matthews: We’re also excited to continue to bring you a selection of the hottest prospects from around the world as our opening matches continue to showcase freshly signed talent either trying to climb that ladder or making an impact in their debut! The distorted scream that kicks off “MK7” interrupts both announcers and the fans boo like crazy as the WFWF World Heavyweight Champion makes his way onto the stage. As he comes into view we can see he’s wearing a shirt that reads “FACE OF THE YEAR”, a snide jab in lieu of the upcoming WFWF 2016 awards ceremony. He saunters around on the stage thanking the fans as though they were showering him with admiration before making his way down the ramp. Climbing the steps he mounts the apron where he wipes his feet off before stepping through the ropes. His Tag Team Championship is around his waist whilst the World Heavyweight title is slung over his shoulder. He’s passed a mic.Drakz: Tonight ladies and gentlemen I’m here in this building for one reason. I’m not wrestling. I’m not here to talk myself up, hell I’m not even here concerning my title defence at Black Hole Sun. The crowd pops knowing that Samael has earned his chance at taking the title away from the very man talking in the ring.Drakz: What I am here to discuss though pertains to the main event from our last show. The crowd start booing and heckling Drakz but he talks over them.Drakz: I’m here to discuss the fact that it was a total cluster f*ck. I’m here to discuss the fact that certain people should keep their noses out of other’s business. I’m here to discuss Cameron…….Stone. The crowd flip flops again from booing to cheering at the mention of their kanuck compatriot.Drakz: Mr Stone took it upon himself to interfere in the outcome of a sanctioned championship match, a match that we champions… Drakz shuffles the World Heavyweight Championship on his shoulder.Drakz: …..consider holy ground. Something Cameron Stone as a champion himself should fully understand. Cam you did your part and then high tailed it through the crowd and I can only imagine you think you pulled a fast one, getting away with it all in the process? Unfortunately dear sir once again our friendly neighbourhood owner-man, Trace Demon has opted to give me power of attorney to resolve this matter. Your actions didn’t just agitate ME as a fellow champion, no they have riled one Lucas Crowe beyond belief. Crowe has made his feelings very clear to Trace and myself and all he wants is to crush you. We like to consider ourselves generous people and so I hereby declare that at Black Hole Sun Cameron Stone will defend his WFWF international Championship against Lucas Crowe! Hockey Night in Canada hits the PA and the packed Bell Centre erupts for their home country hero! Cameron Stone walks out on to the stage with his International Championship around his waist and a mic already in his hand.Daniel Knight: Thank goodness. I thought Drakz was going to keep on talking all night! He’s clearly out here for business but he can’t help but smile at the welcome he’s receiving from this Canadian crowd. The music dies down but Stone can’t start his address yet as the chants of “Cameron Stone!” are much too loud. Still smiling, looking around the arena he waits for them to fade before turning his attention to the man in the ring.Cameron Stone: It seems you boys will do anything to not have to put your titles on the line these days. The crowd starts cheering again as much to rile Drakz as to support Stone.Cameron Stone: First you try to keep Sam from his shot at your gold Drakz………and now you’re protecting Lucas? Alecia Matthews: He’s got a point. Drakz: What are you getting at? Cameron Stone: It seems a little unfair to book this match to give Lucas a shot at my championship don’t you think? Drakz: Why? Are you worried he’ll take from you the last reason anyone knows who you are Cam? Cameron Stone: Haha. No no. Nothing like that. What I mean is don’t you think he should have to defend his title as well? The crowd starts going wild as it becomes clear what Stone’s motives are.Drakz: What makes you think you deserve a shot at a title that Crowe’s elevating to a level of prestige that surpasses your own? You’re in no position to bargain mate. Cameron Stone: Aren’t I? Everyone knows my contract has been extended on a match by match basis since winning the International Championship. I’ve made no secret about where my career is heading Drakz. What if I were to simply stop turning up? Drakz’s eyes narrow.Cameron Stone: Sure you could strip me of the title but neither Crowe nor you and the man holding your leash would get what you wanted then would you? No match. No chance at a reckoning. As much as it would pain me to do that to our loving fans, that feeling would be eclipsed by the knowledge that I’d gone out putting one over on you idiots. Drakz is clearly furious about this unorthodox leverage Cam’s had up his sleeve.Cameron Stone: So how about it? Champion vs. Champion? Or are you scared your mercenary might let you down again? Drakz begins to chuckle and then out right laughs as he lifts the mic back to his mouth.Drakz: Seeing as Crowe is already devaluing your title by raising the prestige of his own then it suits me fine for his victory to swallow both belts. Ladies and gentlemen at Black Hole Sun we will unify the National and International Championships and you will behold Lucas Crowe as the first holder of that new title belt. Cam interjects.Cameron Stone: No Drakz. They will see how there is only one man worthy of holding this title. Cam slaps the face plate of the International Championship but Drakz begins to laugh again.Daniel Knight: What’s so funny? Drakz: There’s no way I’m having you enlist the help of your band of merry men this time Cam. To ensure that Ahriman doesn’t try to repay the favour, or Wolf use aiding your victory to springboard his own career, I’m banning them from ring side! You’ll be out there on your own. Let’s see how you fair when you can’t, as Sam insists on quoting, rely on “a little help from your friends”. Oh and Cam……….I f*cking hate that song. BOOM! A chair shot from behind to the back of Cameron Stone sends him to his knees. Lucas Crowe steps out into full view and with a blistering follow up baseball swings the chair again, this time connecting with the side of Stone’s head, flattening him out, face down on the stage.Alecia Matthews: Cam! Daniel Knight: What a cheap shot! Crowe has really started to show his true colours since adding himself to Trace and Drakz’s pay role. Alecia Matthews: I mean, technically we’re all on Trace Demon’s pay roll, but still, Cam! Drakz looks on with a beaming smile as the Montreal crowd roar with disapproval. Crowe tosses the chair away and tears the International Championship from around Cam’s waist. He holds both it and his National Championship aloft in either hand as Drakz makes his way up the ramp. Drakz spits onto the downed Stone before slapping Crowe on the back as they both walk through the curtain and out of sight.
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Post by Rated R on Apr 4, 2016 18:04:14 GMT -5
A burly man walks out onto stage with a mic.
The burly man: My name is Wilbur Richardson. I am here to take over the WFWF and bring us back to the days of old. The days of chivalry and being a real man.
He discards the mic and continues his entrance. Wilbur Richardson makes his way to the ring to the the sound of the crowd booing, as he refuses entrance music.
Mike Jette makes his way out to “Fire Away” as the fans cheer with excitement. His entrance continues accordingly.
“In The Stars” starts to play and Zoe Schaefer makes her way to the ring as the fans give her a good reaction. Her entrance continues accordingly.
The crowd goes quiet as “Sensation Temptation” starts to play. They have never heard this theme before. We see chickens coming out onto the entrance way, followed by hookers riding on donkeys. Then, a strange short man makes his way out with a mic. The music stops and the short man starts to talk.
The short man: Good evening all, my name is Dr. Toboggan, MANTIS Toboggan. I am here to treat all of you and for the ladies looking directly at Zoe. It is time for all of you to watch my Virus Video and make me the star of this company.
He drops the mic down and continues his entrance. The fans are too confused to really react to Dr. Mantis Toboggan as the music comes back on and Toboggan finishes his entrance.
The match begins with Schaefer drop kicking Toboggan, followed by Richardson cheap shotting Jette.Toboggan and Schaefer continue to scuttle around the ring until the ref separates them. Schaefer approaches Toboggan and tries to bring him to his feet. Toboggan, having been playing opossum, sweeps her leg out from under her. As Schaefer gets back to her feet, Toboggan charges her with a Battering Ram headbutt, knocking her through the ropes to the outside. Toboggan goes back to playing possum.
Meanwhile, on the other side of the ring, Richardson has been working over Jette. He hits Jette with a Neckbreaker and goes for the pin. 1 2 Kickout
After Jette gets back up to his feet, he is launched into the turnbuckle and gets hit with the Final Drag.Richardson now stalks Jette as he gets back to his feet. Richardson gets Jette set up for the Smoke Break, but Jette grabs the ropes, stopping Richardson from performing the move. Jette then starts kneeing Richardson to release the hold. Richardson lets Jette go. Jette springboards off the second rope and tries to hit his rolling savate, but Richardson ducks. Richardson then runs the ropes and lands a Big Boot. Richardson then gets Jette in position to hit a powerbomb, but Toboggan sneaks up from behind him and throws sand in Richardson’s face, which he got from his pockets. With Richardson blinded, Toboggan kicks him low and proceeds to hit a Stump Puller Piledriver. Richardson slides out of the ring.
With Richardson and Schaefer now on the outside, the ring is left to Toboggan and Jette. Toboggan nails Jette with a DDT and goes for a cover. 1 2 Kickout! Toboggan now pulls out a condom and puts it over his hand. Schaefer jumps back onto the Apron and Springboards at Toboggan, but Toboggan sees her coming and counters with the Monster Condom throat thrust as Shaefer launches herself. Schaefer rolls back out of the ring. Toboggan sets his sights back on Jette. Jette makes it back to his feet to be met with Toboggan’s Condom Claw. But right after the submission is locked in, Richardson makes way back into the ring with a chair and starts unloading on Toboggan. Richardson then rips the condom off Toboggan’s hand and stuffs it in Toboggan’s mouth. Toboggan rolls out of the ring.
Richardson now goes to work on Jette. Richardson places him in a half crab. Not long after, Schaefer makes her way back into the ring and hits Richardson with an Enziguri. Now Schaefer and Jette start to team up against Richardson. They get him up and hit him with a double suplex and follow up with hitting him with multiple kick combinations. Jette and Schaefer now go at it with each other with Richardson out of the equation for the moment. Schaefer goes for a gut kick, but gets caught. She then tries to counter with a Dragon Whip, but Jette dodges and lifts her up for a Bridging Deadlift German Suplex. 1 2 Kickout
As he makes it back to his feet, a trash can comes flying at the back of his head and neck from outside the ring and connects. Toboggan has “transformed” into the Trash Man following the torn condom be placed in his mouth. Trash Man now makes his way into the ring. Trash Man now takes Jette and delivers a Tombstone Piledriver onto the chair. 1 2 Richardson pulls Jette out of the ring
Richardson makes his way back into the ring. Trash Man goes for a Running Clothesline, but Richardson doesn’t leave his feet. Trash Man goes for another, but is met with a gnarly Big Boot from Richardson. Richardson then kicks Trash Man out of the ring. Out of nowhere, Schaefer gets up and hits Richardson with the Schaefer Special rolling elbow to the back of Richardson’s head. This knocks him into the ropes. As he rebounds back however he catches Schaefer and connects with the Smoke Break! 1 2 3 Richardson is the winner!!!!!!
Alecia Matthews: A huge win for the debuting Wilbur Richardson, that’s how you make an impression here in the WFWF.
Daniel Knight: And what a commentary job we did Alecia, easily our best stuff. Really hope the microphones were working throughout.
Alecia Matthews: Well of course they were, what kind of match would we have that didn’t have commentary?
Daniel Knight: A red one, that’s what.
Alecia Matthews: And now, recent signee Quenton Alexander requested some time backstage on his own to share his thoughts on his upcoming debut tonight. Here's that clip.
Quenton Alexander: Tonight, begins a journey that honestly, took a journey on its own just to get here. If you had told me a chubby Black kid from the Southside would go from swinging on the creaking swingset in a dilapidated playground across the alley from his house, to the Centre Bell of all places debuting in his first match in the WFWF, I've would've ran home and had the cops called because why the hell are you talking to a little kid in a park, hashtag stranger danger? Not to mention, my first time in Canada. People say I needed to worry about the cold, but shoot, around this time, 'bout as cold as Chicago. No big deal.
But all jokes aside, I'm not gonna lie to you; I'm nervous as all hell. I don't deny my skill. I don't deny the potential everyone says I have. After all, in an industry like this, you need a little bit of an ego on you. But that doesn't mean I'm not going to take any of my opponents for granted. Especially not tonight. Coming up, I have Brandon Bison, a guy who's trying to make something of a name himself. I'm looking for a scrap, and from the looks of it, we gon' get one! I look forward to all our wars if we each have our way.
Know this, and this isn't just for Bison, but for all of the locker room. I'm not looking to make a statement, I'm *going* to make one. My name is Quenton Alexander. And you will make time for me.
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Post by Rated R on Apr 4, 2016 18:04:45 GMT -5
The arena goes pitch black as the music picks up with the intro of 'Ante Up' by M.O.P. playing in the speakers. Once "BRRRRR AMADOU!" hits, the lights quickly flash back on as Quenton Alexander stands at the start of the ramp, arms crossed with a satisfied look on his face.
Christa Adina: The following match up is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, from Chicago, Illinois, weighing in at two hundred and seventy five pounds, Quenton Alexander!
Alecia Matthews: Alexander is here making his debut tonight.
He makes his way towards the ring, head bobbing to the music emphatically, his stride a confident swagger. As he gets close to the ring, he gets a slight running start before sliding inside the ring, immediately popping up to the second turnbuckle to his immediate right as he raises his left arm proudly.
Daniel Knight: I still remember my debut, as if it were yesterday.
Alecia Matthews: You’ve never wrestled Daniel.
Daniel Knight: Come on! I’m trying to build some street cred!
Bison enters to Running Free by Iron Maiden. Brandon stops after he leaves the curtain and turns to the right, snaps, then to the left, and snaps his fingers again.
Christa Adina: And his opponent, from Hollywood, Florida, weighing two hundred and thirty pounds, Brandon Bison!
Alecia Matthews: Brandon Bison is coming off a hot win against Cam Nitta.
Daniel Knight: Cam Nitta was a former National Champion. Let's see if Brandon Bison can continue his streak.
He makes his way to the ring donning his floral/knit shirt and slides into the ring. Bison climbs the ropes and raises his fist. He stretches and turns to face the entrance as he jogs in place.
Daniel Knight: Both of these men have a genuine passion for the sport.
Alecia Matthews: The intensity in that ring is like that of a title match.
Daniel Knight: It may very well be, later down the line.
The bell rings. The two men begin to circle around the ring with their arms facing outwards. The crowd continues to roar behind them, as they seek an opportunity to strike the opponent. Alexander makes the first move, by rushing towards Brandon Bison, engaging him in a grapple. Alexander quickly circles towards the back of Bison, and has him locked from behind. The german suplex attempt is quickly reversed by Bison, who elbows Alexander to the side of the head. The hold is broken, and both men remain in the ring, awaiting for an opportunity.
Daniel Knight: Both guys aren't giving the other any breathing room.
Alecia Matthews: Both men employ a brawling style, we should be seeing plenty of that tonight.
Brandon Bison kicks the chest of Quenton Alexander, who stumbles back. Quenton Alexander responds with a loud throbbing chop to the chest of Brandon Bison. Both men proceed to engage in a grapple. Alexander is able to push Bison back towards the ropes. The referee intervenes and causes Alexander to let go of the hold. Alexander, giving Bison a second to react, hits Bison with a clothesline that he is unable to counter. Bison is thrown out of the ropes, though is able to hang along the top rope, allowing him to stay standing on the outer ring ledge. Alexander steps back, and begins to raise his arm in the air. He follows his previous clothesline with another attempt at a running clothesline, though this time, he is met with a large punch that hits him square in the head. Alexander falls to the center of the mat, as Bison quickly re-enters the ring.
Alecia Matthews: This is going to be a tough one for both men.
Daniel Knight: Bison is taller, Alexander is heavier, but whose heart is stronger?
Alexander is slow to get up, Brandon Bison guides him by lifting his arm. The two proceed to grapple once more. Alexander is quick to lock the neck of Bison. Alexander attempts to lift up Bison for a suplex. He is able to do so, though the overwhelming size of Bison has Alexander struggling, and stumbling around. Bison jumps out of the suplex lock, and locks the back of Alexander. He pulls Alexander back, and hits him square in the mat with a german suplex.
Daniel Knight: I didn't think these guys would be able to pull off an actual move all match.
Alexander is quick to arrive on his feet, after dodging an attempted stomp to his back. Bison quickly responds with a punch to the left cheek of Alexander. Alexander does not stumble, and instead responds with a quick jab to the face of Bison. The two go back and forth in a series of punches until Bison is stumbled, groggily holding onto the rope. Alexander steps back, and begins to run the ropes, picking up speed against the groggy Bison.
Alecia Matthews: Both of these guys are going toe to toe with one another. I doubt any of these men are going to be able to pull through easily.
Daniel Knight: Bison had a good win against Cam Nitta, but Quenton Alexander is taking a good toll on him.
Alexander after gaining speed, locks the stomach of Bison onto his, he proceeds to throw him back, hitting a body to body suplex. Bison begins to get up, slowly. Alexander quickly kicks the head of Bison with a dropkick, that sends his head back onto the center of the mat.
Alecia Matthews: As if it isn't already obvious, these men will do anything to win tonight.
Alexander guides Bison up, pulling at the top of his hair. Alexander quickly delivers a forearm to the neck of Bison. Bison dodges the attack by moving adjacently. He begins to circle around the back of Alexander, locking him into a grapple of his own. The grapple attempt is quickly countered by Alexander, as he turns around to lock the head of Bison in a DDT oriented grapple. Alexander moves his leg back, signaling for a DDT. Just as he attempts to slam the head of Bison onto the mat, Bison lifts Alexander, removing his head from the lock. With Alexander lifted, he proceeds to slam him to the mat with a spear. The fans begin to roar after such a maneuver. Both men lay flat in the center of the ring.
Daniel Knight: What a spear!
Alecia Matthews: Certainly a spectacle to watch.
Daniel Knight: If it were up to me, both guys would end up winning this one.
Alecia Matthews: Thankfully it isn't, the fans are dying to see who wins this one.
Both men struggle to get up, losing the vigor that they had at the start of the match. Both men continue to throw punches at one another, as Alexander is able to corner Brandon Bison. While locked in the corner, Alexander delivers a series of punches that Bison is unable to counter. Bison is wedged along the turnbuckles, and is holding onto the ropes for support. Alexander steps back, as he gains a running start against Bison. He jumps into the air, and smashes Bison with a running jumping corner splash.
Daniel Knight: I don't know a person on this Earth that can survive that.
Alecia Matthews: He's a heavy man with agility. There isn't much you can do to beat that.
Daniel Knight: The momentum has definitely swung in Alexander's way.
Brandon Bison is unable to get out of the corner, and is assisted by Quenton Alexander, who drags his legs to the center of the ring. Quenton Alexander raises his arm into the air, as he is greeted with several cheers, having gained respect for his in-ring performance.
Alecia Matthews: He is ready to finish this one up.
Daniel Knight: This is the WFWF. He isn't going for a pin.
Alecia Matthews: What is he going for then?
Daniel Knight: A special move, and then an easy pin. Aren't you here at every match?
Alecia Matthews: You see so many that you begin to expect differently.
Quenton Alexander smirks, as he begins to guide Bison upwards. The two deliver a series of blows to one another, though Alexander is able to over-power him, and delivers a punch to the gut that makes Brandon Bison stumble back. Bison holding his gut, slowly moves to the center of the ring, as Alexander is running the ropes at him. Alexander quickly jumps upwards and delivers a Lion's Share, a low angle shoulder block. The sound reverberates all throughout the arena, as Bison is overwhelmed by pure force. Bison is downed in the center of the ring, almost lifeless.
Daniel Knight: I don't think I've ever seen a man of his size be so athletic.
Alecia Matthews: I can't say I have either.
Quenton Alexander rolls atop Brandon Bison, signaling for a pin-count. The referee slides to the mat, and begins his count.
1..
Daniel Knight: This should be it.
2..
Alecia Matthews: What a huge victory this would be.
3!
Daniel Knight: Well, he's stolen the momentum that Bison gained from Nitta. A great first win for what could be a great career.
Alecia Matthews: After seeing the performance by both of these men tonight, the future of the WFWF looks brighter than it ever has.
Ante Up by MOP plays loudly in the background, as Alexander gets up, smiling at the WFWF audience.
Daniel Knight: And the winner of this match, Quenton Alexander!
The referee raises the arm of Alexander. Bison looks on from the center of the mat, shaking his head back in forth in disappointment.
Alecia Matthews: How do you recover from a tough loss like this one, Cam?
Daniel Knight: You forget about it, but never forget the feeling of losing. Bison will recover from this one.
Alecia Matthews: What a match.
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Post by Rated R on Apr 4, 2016 18:05:59 GMT -5
Christa Adina: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome at this time the head booker of the WFWF - Lila Sleater!
Lila Sleater emerges from behind the curtain to little fanfare, punctuated by her match to the ring going unaccompanied by the usual herald of a defining entrance theme. She makes her way down the ramp pointedly and walking with a distinct air of confidence and purpose - for all that may be said of her nature or her character, Sleater is, tonight, the consummate professional, boasting no swagger or arrogance as she ascends the steel ring steps, entering the ring beneath the second rope and crossing the mat toward the media outpost, where a ring hand is dutifully waiting to hand over a microphone. Once situated, she pauses a moment to evaluate the crowd, piqued with interest at what she may be here to address, before tossing her hair back only just and raising the mic.
Lila Sleater: Thank you, Christa, and thank all of you for joining us here tonight. We've already witnessed the tides of change rolling in, as we all learned earlier this evening of the coming unification of the National and International Championship titles to be enacted in a winner take all match at Black Hole Sun, live on pay-per-view. While one man will walk out of Boston the undisputed bearer of the unified International Championship, it would do a disservice to the champion and disservice to all of you to allow complacency to take hold, especially in light of what is bound to be an even more highly sought after title, and so in the spirit of reorganization, it would seem only fitting to name a new number one contender to the International Championship. There are some who will question the motives in naming an outright contender. To them, I say that the bar has been raised. Titles are not up for grabs to satisfy all comers. Let this serve as a notice to everyone out back that the level of competition needed to take the next step going forward has just been significantly elevated.
As if on cue, the arena lights dim as sparkles of purple, pink, and baby blue settle around the entry way. Smoke fills the aisle as the shrill of L7's "Fast and Frightening" damn near rips the speakers in two!
Alecia Matthews: Now we're talking!
Daniel Knight: It would appear that the crowd here tonight shares the sentiment, Alecia.
Penny Shannon pushes herself through the entrance curtain, hooded up in her signature hoodie. She takes a moment to stand by the edge of the stage, pulling down her hood to reveal her pigtails as she kicks her feet and makes a mad rush down the aisle.
Slipping into the ring beneath the ropes, Penny charges past Lila and up the turnbuckle, raising her left arm into the air, holding up a single fist as she turns toward the hard camera, pointing to her own face and cursing her ass off as the music fades out.
Lila Sleater: Ladies and gentlemen, here she is - the NEW number one contender for the WFWF International Champion - Penny Shannon!!!"
The crowd erupts as Penny throws her arms up, never having quite left the turnbuckle now as the celebrates with the adoring crowd at the official announcement of her contendership.
Lila Sleater: In many ways, folks, the road to SuperBrawl has just met its starting point, right here in Quebec! Ms. Shannon here, with this announcement, is THE first official lock for the WFWF's hallmark event, where she will take on the winner of the title unification match coming out of the Black Hole Sun pay-per-view event! Let this not be just a notice to Ms. Shannon's peers in the back, but an incentive - there are rewards to be reaped for a continued show of tenacity. The WFWF finds itself on the verge of a very precarious time, and Ms. Shannon has proven herself, without question, to be a staple on the WFWF roster, dedicated to her craft, and is a clear cut, nearly unparalleled choice to usher in a new era of the International Championship as - "
Sleater is cut off as the house lights fall dark once more, bathing the arena now in a kelly green hue. She makes to speak again, perhaps to question just what the hell is going on, when she's interrupted once more by a frantic, high frequency guitar lick.
Daniel Knight: We have GOT to do something about this - every time someone tries making a point in this industry, our production crew gets conned into orchestrating an interruption.
Alecia Matthews: But on who's behalf? I don't recognize this music...
Above the stage, a time lapse video of a city skyline flashes by, almost in time with the pace of the music, now being accompanied by a steady guitar riff. As the music builds to a crescendoed peak, the city skyline fades, and in its place, two grayscale fists of tattooed knuckles come together in its place, the word "SKINHEAD" spelled out across the forefront of the two closed fists.
Daniel Knight: Oh, no...
Alecia Matthews: Dammit, not him, come on...
The familiar image brings the crowd to their feet in a momentous uproar - it's funny how they'll cheer for a returning face, even if it's one they've been conditioned to abhor, isn't it? "Hail to the King" takes off on all cylinders now, and an explosive pop of showering sparks erupts from the stage as David Brennan himself swaggers out into full view, virtually unchanged from the viewer's most stark memory of the WFWF's resident drunken bastard - closely cropped dome, haggard, stubbled face, and a signature, half filled bottle of Tennessee's finest dangling from his right hand.
Alecia Matthews: Whose idiot idea is it to keep bringing this guy back?
David pauses atop the stage as his music fades. He swigs from his handle of whiskey, slowly spreading his arms wide, as if to embrace the mixed welcome he's receiving in full clarity now from the sold out crowd, the arrogant smirk that's just as token as his bottle of liquor never once fading for even a moment from his face. He basks absent-mindedly as the lights come back up, paying no mind to the women hurriedly discussing this unforeseen swerve in the ring.
Lila Sleater: David, we wer-
David Brennan: Hi Lila.
Lila Sleater: Excuse me, David. Penny and I wer-
David Brennan: Lila, if you don't mind - I was talking.
The crowd pops in excitement over Brennan's downright rude disregard for Lila's authority or her having the floor, which doesn't make much sense 'cause Brennan's a real piece of sh*t, but I guess you've gotta give it a day or two when dealing with those who've been MIA for so long. In the ring, Sleater is clearly frustrated with David's lack of respect, and Penny is blatantly egging her on to confront it, but all the same, she remains agitatedly restrained in the face of interruption.
David Brennan: I can continue then? That's alright with you? Good. Well, then - first off, I suppose congratulations are in order. Penny Shannon, everybody - THE irrefutable choice to stand in wait as the top contender for the soon to be unified National and International Championships. Really, well done - bang up job there, Pen'.
David reluctantly sets down his bottle of Jack Daniels in order to free up one hand with which he leads the crowd in a rousing mockery of a round of applause. While Sleater exasperatedly rolls her eyes, wondering how much longer this is going to go on, Shannon's eyes narrow, staring daggers up the ramp toward the riotous vagrant who's just interrupted her moment. Not one to run on empty, Brennan quickly retrieves his crutch, slugging back another gulp before carrying on.
David Brennan: Now, my memory's not the greatest, I guess - he holds up the bottle, swilling around the murky brown contents - but, uhhh, what the f*ck did you do?
This is enough to irk the ire of the Velocity Grrrl, who points toward the scruffy ass jack wagon who's by now hijacked the show, shouting an inaudible list of what one could only assume are a hodge podge of legitimate accomplishments and not so thinly veiled insults directed at the lousy drunk. The crowd is, in turn, firmly planted at the back of Shannon at this point, taking none too kindly to Brennan's suggestion of a lame duck contender.
David Brennan: Are you people for real? And they say I'm sh*t faced...
Daniel Knight: Folks, we do apologize for...erm...Mr. Brennan's thoughts do not reflect the values of the...oh, for - does he have an off button?!
David Brennan: ...look, we've, uh...we've established that the faculties of my memory may not be entirely functional - he indicates the bottle again - and it's been a hell of a whole since I went and f*cked off outta here -
Penny Shannon: Like a b*tch!
David Brennan: - like a b*tch, yes, thank you Penny. Shut up. But - all that being said, and all the f*ckin' same, I can't really place you out much further than riding Scarlett Quinn's jock back when I cleared out some room for her to make a run, and uhhh, last I recall you were - what? Rolling joints with the likes of Josh Dean and Dave Deme - whatever the hell his name is now?
Penny nods in enthusiastic agreement, seemingly contended in her past with both Scarlett Quinn and the Saviors of Salvation
David Brennan: So, uh, I guess I reiterate - what the f*ck have you done?
Lila Sleater finally steps forward, now standing side by side with Penny Shannon, her frustration having reached its penultimate peak. Steadying herself using the forward most top rope, she lashes out.
Lila Sleater: David, Penny Shannon is a perfectly valid candidate for this title, and neither she nor I are under any obligation to explain ourselves to the likes of -
David Brennan: Lila, shut the f*ck up before you say something you wind up regretting.
Lila Sleater: Stop interrupting me!!
David Brennan: Nah, shut up, I'm talking here. Look - no one's arguing that Pen' here deserves a shot at whatever ham fisted title Trace went and came up with here. Alls I'm saying - shouldn't she f*ckin' earn it?
A mixed roar from the crowd indicates to all that while some are contended to simply see the Velocity Grrrl step up to take on the would be unified champion, David's claims are not without their supporters either. What a conundrum.
David Brennan: I mean, you didn't really think you were gonna come out here tonight in America's hat and talk all this sh*t about number one contenders, then make plans to roll through MY f*ckin' hometown and just not expect to hear about it? I mean - how long have you known me?
Lila Sleater: So what - you want to play matchmaker now, is that it David? Just what is it you're proposing?
David Brennan: Gotta spell out for you, huh? F*ck's sake - fine. What I'm proposing is we toss lil' Penny there right up on your pedestal, Lila. If she can roll into Boston, USA and get past me and my size 14 sh*t kickers, then right as f*ckin' rain, she's your number one contender. Then again, if she can't...
The crowd pops elatedly at the prospect of a Brennan/Shannon showdown. In the ring, Penny seems to share their enthusiasm, enthusiastically pointing back and forth between Brennan and herself, all the whole screaming in the ear of Lila Sleater, presumably citing her own willingness to step up to Brennan's challenge. Back on the stage, Brennan basks smugly in the crowds uproarious approval of his suggestion, seeming perfectly content with being, at least as far as his eyes can see, right.
Lila Sleater: That's what you want? That's what this is about? If we do this -
In what seems to be becoming a pattern this evening, Sleater is cut off once more, as the man she was just addressing is suddenly leveled, laid out from behind by a quick moving and heavy handed assailant.
Alecia Matthews: Ante Whitner!!!
Daniel Knight: It's about time someone shut that derelict up!
Alecia Matthews: Well, technically he interrupted Lila as well...
Daniel Knight: Who cares?! David Brennan stinks, and I don't like him!!!
Alecia Matthews: Decorum, Daniel...
Back up on the stage, Ante Whitner's chest heaves as he stands massively over the man he just leveled moments before. He reaches down with relative ease, hoisting the man up, and with a deafening crunch, tosses him aside like a piece of trash (he kind of is), sending him flying off the side of the stage in a heap. Regaining his composure, he reaches down once more, locking eyes with Sleater and Shannon in the ring as he moves, and retrieves Brennan's microphone, rising to an intimidating height as he surveys the women in the ring and the crowd, now at a fever pitch from all that has just transpired.
Ante Whitner: It’s been awhile, hasn’t it?
Shannon smirks as Sleater observes the scene. She turns to Shannon, amazed at Whitner’s sudden appearance. Whitner stands defiantly atop the stage, staring daggers down the ring toward the two women taking in his sudden reemergence.
Lila Sleater: Ante Whitner. Who do you think you-
As Whitner is about to address Sleater, Shannon steps in and pushes Sleater out of the way. Whitner’s and Shannon’s eyes lock, as they both breathe heavily and stare with anger.
Penny Shannon: It has been awhile, Ante.
Ante Whitner: It has, Penny.
Daniel Knight: While everyone has been fantasizing about the possible Brennan/Shannon showdown, the Whitner/Shannon rematch is still on the table!
Whitner breaks the stare as he pauses to finally look out into the fever pitch crowd. Whitner then casually allows his arms to drop to a rest at his side and awaits his tirade from Sleater.
Lila Sleater: Does this announcement have anything to do with you?! This is about Penny Shannon and the unification match, not you and Mr. Matchmaker - wherever the hell he landed!
Sleater gestures toward the right side of the stage, below which David Brennan presumably lies in a heap somewhere.
Whitner smirks as Sleater motions to order security to escort the second interruption of the past five minutes out of the building.
Daniel Knight: Sleater is looking to regain some sort of order.
Ante Whitner: No, I ain't going anywhere.
Lila Sleater: I’m sorry, but who’s in charge around here, me or you?!
Penny Shannon: Trace is, actually.
Whitner breaks the hold of the guards and casually steps away a bit, aimlessly kicking Brennan's Jack Daniels bottle off the side of the stage, laughing at what we can only assume is a mess of a human being down below.
Ante Whitner: So, this is how a unification match is gonna go down? A drunken bastard, returning from his rotten grave, going up against a lesbian badass, who has literally done nothing to get to this point? It’s a good match, Lila, don’t get me wrong. But, there is something extremely off here. It’s lacking the zest of a true champion.
Alecia Matthews: Oh no.
Lila Sleater: A Whitner/Brennan/Shannon showdown? Is this what you want Ante?
The crowd pops as Shannon’s eyes widen, her mouth beginning to fire off, seemingly without filter toward Sleater. Sleater seemingly ignores Shannon's pleas, until she interrupts, again.
Penny Shannon: Now wait just a god damn minute! I have no clue who this blonde-haired, blue eyed, f*cktard thinks he is. But if he wants to -
Lila Sleater: It’s my turn to speak, Penny... We have an excellent opportunity here, folks. Ante Whitner, David Brennan, Penny Shannon. Three gladiators enter the pit for one prize; a shot at the reborn International Championship. We are entering a new era in the WFWF and this is what will pioneer it.
The crowd begins to chant “triple threat” as the four figures in the ring gaze around the arena. As the various “triple threat” chants begin to subside, the chants turn into “SuperBrawl”.
Lila Sleater: I am making it official, here tonight! You three - assuming David can hear me down there - will clash in a triple threat match at Black Hole Sun for the #1 contender’s spot in the International Championship match at SuperBrawl! If we are truly on the road to SuperBrawl, it is best to fill the potholes and prepare for a tumultuous, turbulent, and excruciating ride ahead. This is the personification of the past, present, and future of this company. You will prove your strength and your might as we move toward the uncertain future.
The crowd roars as the “SuperBrawl” chants get louder and louder. Whitner, Shannon, and Sleater smirk at the exhilarated crowd, while Brennan presumably ambles off into the distance, out of sight.
Daniel Knight: What a huge match! So much is on the line, and I love it.
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Post by Rated R on Apr 4, 2016 18:06:36 GMT -5
Daniel Knight: We've had an explosive night here in Montreal in this, our go home show before Black Hole Sun. And the hits just keep coming as we get set for our two featured bouts this evening.
Alecia Matthews: It's been nearly a year since we last saw Dex in action, as he was savagely beaten by Phillip Schneider and carted off on a stretcher shortly after the match.
Daniel Knight: While I understand that he believes that his mentor Shawn Malakai's death is reason enough for a return to action, I don't know if this is the right matchup for him to come back to as tonight he takes on the boss.
Alecia Matthews: I haven't seen Trace Demon this focused in quite some time, and I can argue he is even more dangerous now that he aligned himself with the World Heavyweight Championship Drakz.
Daniel Knight: This should still be a great matchup as two former World Champions collide here in Montreal. Let's send it up to Christa Adina to get us started!
"Along the Watchtower" by Jimi Hendrix begins with the roar of the guitars blare, throughout the arena. The lights flicker from black to white as Dex is seen at the top of the aisle-way.
Christa Adina: The following contest, scheduled for one fall, is your co-main event of the evening. Introducing first, now residing in Baltimore, Maryland, weighing in at 220 pounds. Please welcome back the former WFWF World Heavyweight Champion, Dex!
Dex slowly walks along the aisle as the crowd accompanies him with grand applause. Dex raises his arm in the air, forming a fist, while the fans standing along the aisle-way mimic him. As he walks, he gives an occasional smile to the attendants screaming his name.
Alecia Matthews: Dex looks like he's slimmed down a bit in his time off. I'm curious to see how that and ring rust possibly play into his cardio the longer this match goes.
As the song arrives at its greatest rift, Dex slides into the ring, head-first, using his arms to propel him to the center. Dex stands, circling the ring with his arm raising, his eyes locking onto his opponent as if he'd never known any other glance. Dex began to position himself in the corner of the ring, his arms locked, his feet spread, his fists clenched.
Daniel Knight: Dex looks ready and he certainly looks to be feeding off the warm response here tonight.
As the opening chords of “Seizure of Power” hits the speakers the lights across the arena shut off one by one. They are replaced by six crimson spotlights, each one turning on a different part of the arena in sequence. One by one each of the spotlights move to the tip of the stage, combining and showing the first glimpse of Trace Demon, down on one knee with his back to the crowd and a hoodie over his head. As the song builds to a fever pitch he suddenly rises, spins around and in one simultaneous motion pulls his hood down and throws his other hand up like a gun, mouthing “Boom” as pyrotechnics go off all around him. As the pyrotechnics come to a stop the lights in the arena turn on, showing a full look at Trace Demon.
Christa Adina: And his opponent, from Hamilton, Ontario, Canada, weighing in at 230 pounds. He is the sole Owner of WFWF, "The King of Demons" Trace Demon!
Trace stands on the ramp and takes a look around at the crowd, completely unfazed by the reaction he is getting. He seems to be in his own little world as he makes his way down the ramp, completely ignoring the fans on either side of him as they attempt to touch the King of Demons, instead focused solely on the ring and the whatever goal he has in mind for tonight.
Daniel Knight: Trace is certainly one a collision course with Josh Dean, and the look in his eyes suggest one thing on his mind right now. Destroy.
As he reaches the bottom of the ramp he removes his hoody and throws it to the ground before settling himself just outside the ring. In a single flawless motion he leaps up onto the apron and then enters the ring between the top and middle rope. He ascends the nearest turnbuckle, pointing to the fans and smirking as they return the abuse, and then leaps back down, settling in the centre of the ring.
DING DING!
Alecia Matthews: Alright, and our co-feature is underway!
Dex and Trace circle the center and lock up, with Dex sliding under for a single leg. Dex looks to push Trace off balance by raising the leg, but Trace is able to keep his position by hopping back to the ropes and hooking the top rope. Dex with an inside trip gets Trace to a knee as he uses the ropes to stay upright. Dex moves up to a body lock clinch, but Trace forces it back 50/50. Knee to the body by Trace is returned by Dex, who seizes control of a top wristlock. A step under into an arm wringer and Dex uses it to Irish Whip Trace into the ropes. On the rebound Trace puts on the breaks as Dex looks for a dropkick. Dex sits up and Trace runs in looking for a knee. Dex is able to duck before scrambling to his feet and taking Trace over for a big hip toss! Trace pops up and backs up to the ropes, before Dex charges in and CLOTHESLINES HIM OVER THE TOP!
Daniel Knight: Dex has come out on fire and Trace might have to slow this down!
Alecia Matthews: We haven't seen Dex in quite some time. He needs to conserve his energy because Trace is one of the best at taking advantage of a changing pace.
Trace slowly climbs back up to the apron after working the ref's count, and catches Dex coming in with a shoulder block to the ribs, followed up by a stunner, hanging Dex up on the ropes. Dex steps back and goes to a knee as Trace enters the ring. The boss cracks Dex with a big right hand across the jaw and sends Dex to his back. Trace has tunnel vision and as Dex gets back to his feet, Trace bullrushes him back into the corner with a huge shoulderblock. The boom mic picks up the audible exhale from Dex as Trace stays on the attack by hitting the ropes. On the rebound, Dex charges out of the corner and lands a huge Superkick! Trace stumbles to a knee and Dex looks to follow up. Handspring elbow coming, Trace ducks the attempt and wraps Dex up. Tiger Suplex with a bridge!
1...
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Kickout by Dex!
Trace is back up and stays on the offensive with hard stomps to the chest of Dex, targeting the infamously troubled ribs. Dex rolls to a knee and Trace changes course with a shoot kick to the ribs, BUT IT'S CAUGHT AND TURNED INTO A BIG DOUBLE LEG TAKEDOWN! Dex looks to posture up and land ground and pound shots with Trace playing tight defense, pushing Dex away. Trace scrambles to his feet and Dex sticks to him, latching on to back control. Dex looks to pop the hips for a German Suplex, but Trace is able to stop it by dropping his base before scoring with a big back elbow. Dex steps away holding his face and Trace capitalizes with a nasty Burning Lariat!
Daniel Knight: Right now, Trace is one step ahead of Dex.
Alecia Matthews: He's the consumate ring general, and we're starting to see the effects of Dex's extended layoff.
Dex rolls to the ropes, but Trace gives him no room as he forces Dex's throat against the ropes with his bare hands. The ref begins his five count with Trace breaking on four, only to sprint off the ropes and drill Dex with big dropkick to the back! Dex sprawls out into the middle of the ring and Trace builds up a head of steam! RUNNING SENTON SMASHES DEX UNDERNEATH! Trace turns and hooks the outside leg, running the forearm across Dex's face,
1...
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Kickout by Dex!
Trace is in complete control, showing no regard for Dex as he merely slaps Dex in the head while laying the bad mouth on him.
Trace Demon: You should've stayed home!
Daniel Knight: And now Trace is adding insult to injury.
Alecia Matthews: It may seem completely pointless to you Daniel, but Trace is using this match as a statement, and we know exactly who he's aiming it toward.
Trace continues to lay the bad mouth on Dex, slapping at him. Dex looks to fight back, with his punches not having much of an effect short of giving Trace incentive to methodically pick his shots. He does with a big knee up the gut and Dex drops back to his knees. Trace opens up with a big combination of punches to the temple, followed by a big shoot kick to the ribs. Trace re-engages, but DEX FIRES BACK WITH A MASSIVE HEAD KICK THAT STUNS THE BOSS!
Daniel Knight: There's the opening that Dex needs to get back into the match!
Damn right Daniel, and Dex realizes it too as he rushes over for the pin,
1...
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Kickout by Trace!
Alecia Matthews: Dex has got to stay on him!
Dex labors to his feet, with Trace stirring on the mat. He motions for Trace to get up before knocking him down with a clothesline. Trace is back up and Dex crashes into him with another clothesline. Dex is starting to heat up as he goes to gut with a boot, before hoisting Trace up to the shoulders. Trace slips out the back and shoves Dex into the ropes. Dex holds on and Trace rolls backwards. Trace is up and Dex elevates him up and over the top rope. Trace flies to the floor, smacking his face off the steps! Trace holds his face and climbs to his feet, but doesn't time to breath BEFORE DEX CRASHES INTO HIM WITH A SUICIDE DIVE OVER THE TOP ROPE! F*CK YEAH!
Daniel Knight: Dex took a chance and it paid off!
Alecia Matthews: He has Trace on the ropes, and he needs to keep the pressure on him!
Daniel Knight: Dex is channeling his mentor Shawn Malakai by sacrificing his body in attempt to pick up the win!
Dex slides Trace under the bottom rope and he looks to the top rope. Dex climbs to the top and measures Trace. Flying Headbutt coming, but Trace moves out of the way as Dex splats on the mat. Trace climbs to his feet as Dex crawls to his knees, only for Trace to mow him down with a Busaiku Knee! Trace looks to polish off Dex's comeback attempt as he motions for the end. Dex pushes up to his knees and Trace butterflies the arms. Demonstration of Hell coming, NO! Dex spins around and takes the back! German Suplex connects!
Alecia Matthews: Dex has the hands locked!
Dex rolls both men to standing, popping off a second German Suplex! A roll of the hips and they're back to standing. Trace with a back elbow to break the hold. Demon Elbow Rush to respond, but Dex ducks the Rolling Elbow and hits a third German Suplex! Dex releases his grip and rolls to his feet, motioning for Trace to get up. Trace rises and Dex looks to lock up a Rolling Armbar. He's almost got it synched in, but Trace quickly postures up to clasp the hands. He lifts Dex off the mat and quickly slams him down with authority to break the armbar. Trace repositions and picks Dex back off the mat before charging toward the turnbuckle! BUCKLE BOMB!
Daniel Knight: And Trace shuts down the Dex rally!
DEX FIRES BACK WITH TWO BIG FOREARMS, A EUROPEAN UPPERCUT, AND A DISCUSS CLOTHESLINE!
Alecia Matthews: And he's fired up!
Dex charges the corner, smashing into Trace with a violent looking clothesline! Trace staggers into the waiting arms of Dex, who hoists him up to the shoulders. STEAM ROLLER! Dex is up and Trace holds his gut as Dex grabs a rear waistlock. Trace fights the hands and hits a switch. Trace runs him into the corner. The ref is out of position and Dex puts on the breaks, scoring with a reverse headbutt that sends Trace backwards. He goes to check on the ref, but as he turns around, JUDGEMENT (POISON MIST) TO THE EYES!
Daniel Knight: Not again!
Alecia Matthews: Trace is up to his old tricks! He caught the ref out of position!
Dex stumbles to a knee, temporarily blinded by the attack and Trace jumps all over the opening. DEMONSTRATION OF HELL (TIGER DRIVER)!
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3!
Daniel Knight: Dammit!
DING DING!
Christa Adina: Here is your winner, "The King of Demons" Trace Demon!
The ref raises Trace's hand in victory as Dex writhes on the mat. Trace isn't done by a long shot as he goes back laying the boots to Dex. Dex, obviously still recovering from the Demonstration of Hell, is largely covering up as Trace picks his shots. A cut opens over Dex's eye as Trace continues to batter him.
Daniel Knight: Trace Demon is finding any reason to rough anyone up who opposes his regime!
Dex is barely conscious and Trace butterflies the arms. Trace screams out at the crowd. "In the City" by Kevin Rudolf hits and Trace's eyes widen as if he has seen a ghost. The crowd jumps with applause and cheers as Josh Dean walks out from behind the curtain into the stage.
Daniel Knight: Dex should be glad Josh Dean has shown up.
Alecia Matthews: I'm surprised he hasn't stormed the ring yet.
Josh has a mic in his hands and he motions for the music to stop.
Josh Dean: Hey Trace. TRACE! Yeah, up here buddy.
Josh takes a slow, casual walk to the ring, eyeing Trace as he still has Dex in a butterfly position.
Josh Dean: So, this is supposed to intimidate me, right?
Trace seems confused by Josh's question as he tightens the butterfly hold. He's mouthing something to Josh as he continues to stroll down the ramp.
Josh Dean: Look out Montreal, we got a bad ass over here. Because in case any of you can't read lips, he's threatening to drop Dex on his head!
Josh stops at the bottom of the ramp.
Josh Dean: Go ahead, I dare you.
Daniel Knight: Is he trying to get Dex crippled?
Trace raises an eyebrow and mouths "You serious?" Josh shrugs his shoulders.
Josh Dean: I don't even like him, so quit stalling!
Alecia Matthews: I think he's calling Trace's bluff, that or trying to get him pissed off.
Trace releases Dex from the grip and Dex rolls out of the ring. Trace backs up to the ropes and grabs a mic.
Josh Dean: That's what I thought. Now before you even open your mouth, shut up.
The crowd cheers as Trace looks as though steam is going to come out of his ears.
Josh Dean: See folks, Trace here knew that in the time it would take him to drop Dex on his head, I would've had enough time to slide in the ring and kick his ass. Smart man to play to his strengths, which is avoiding a fight with me at all costs.
The crowd cheers as Josh walks past Dex on the outside of the ring. As he reaches the announce desk, he takes a seat next to Alecia and winks at her.
Josh Dean: Never mind Colombus, how about my strange absence from all the fun in Brooklyn at Nowhere to Run? Well, would you believe this clown right here conveniently locked me in Lila Sleater's office by having some poor stagehand tell me that she wanted to see me right before the National Championship match? Effective yes, but way too juvenile, even for you Trace.
Josh leans back in the chair, propping his feet up on the announce desk.
Josh Dean: You know, people look at us and they see two of the most decorated men in WFWF history. But they also look at us from an image standpoint and it's easy to see that we aren't exactly friends. And since you went through all this trouble to get my attention, how about I make you an offer that you should have no problem accepting? That is, if you're feeling confident.
Trace leans against the ropes as Josh stands up from his seat.
Josh Dean: Prove that you aren't scared, and face me at Black Hole Sun.
Trace Demon seems to consider it for a minute, and then, out of nowhere, begins to laugh hysterically. The crowd are confused, Josh is confused, let’s just assume everyone at home is confused too. Slowly the laughter comes to a stop, and Trace leans over the rope facing Josh, smirking.
Trace Demon: Sorry Josh, had to take a moment there. I mean implying I was scared, of you? That was a joke right? That had to be a joke, because I thought you were meant to be smart. I mean that’s what people have told me, that you’re a smart man, a businessman, a man with a modicum of intelligence? But see, that can’t be true if you honestly think that I’m scared of you. I mean, no offence Josh, but you’re not exactly the most intimidating man I’ve ever met.
Now it’s Josh’s turn to chuckle. Trace’s smirk doesn’t go anywhere.
Trace Demon: Josh, we’ve both been in this business a long time, but the difference between me and you is that I have never stepped away from this ring. Through injuries, through family strife, through drug addiction, through a relapse, through the deaths of my mother and the mother of my child I stayed right here taking on anyone that wanted a shot at me. See I don’t need to be the World Heavyweight Champion for everyone to know I’m the toughest son of a bitch in this business because there is nobody in that locker room or in that hall of fame who has ever stuck around as long and as consistently as I have.
Josh isn’t laughing now, and Trace isn’t smirking. Both men stare each other down, venom in their eyes.
Trace Demon: You want to say I’m scared Josh? Let me list the people I have been in this ring with. Phillip Schneider, Drakz, Alex Sean, DGX, EBR, David Brennan, Cameron Stone, Michael Kyzer, Mak Cross, Yukio Blaze, Shawn Malakai, Hutton Brown, Wayne McGurk, Thunder, Scarlett Quinn, Penny Shannon. Do I need to keep going Josh or do you get the idea?
Trace Demon climbs through the ropes, dropping down onto the floor. The crowd roar loudly as Trace and Josh are just a few steps away from each other now.
Trace Demon: I faced all of those men and dozens more and not once, not once, did I ever back down from a fight. I have never been counted out, I never have been purposefully disqualified, I have never, not once in my career here or in the XWA turned down a challenge. I do not feel fear Josh, I don’t know what it means to be a coward and I never will because I am Trace Demon and I have clawed and fought my way to the top of this company and I am never, not ever letting go.
He’s screaming now, and he doesn’t stop as he steps right up to Josh Dean’s face, full on roaring nose to nose away from the man he has been at war with.
Trace Demon: You do not scare me Josh. I am not dodging you, I am not running from you. I didn’t stop myself destroying Dex because I was worried about you. I didn’t do it because you are the only one right now I want to put an end to! You want me Josh, I’m right here, take your best shot!
Trace and Josh stand, nose to nose, staring each other down. Trace is full on ready to fight despite having just competed in a match. Josh considers taking a swing, but then steps back.
Josh Dean: If I’m gonna beat you, it’s gonna be when you’re at your best. I’ll see you at Black Hole Sun.
Trace shakes his head.
Trace Demon: That’s what I thought.
He shoves the microphone into the chest of Josh Dean, who lets it fall to the floor. Trace turns his back to Josh and walks off, still furious, still raging at Josh’s way of calling him out. Josh watches him go, ready for a fight come Black Hole Sun. These two men are going to war.
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Post by Rated R on Apr 4, 2016 18:07:22 GMT -5
The words “I’m a mother f*cking BEAST!” blares through the arena as Beast by Rob Bailey and the Hustle Standard hits.
Alecia Matthews: And here's the main event...and this could get very ugly, very fast.
Daniel Knight: A lot of bad blood is going to be in this ring for this match...and apparently around it.
Lucas Crowe makes his way from behind the curtain, followed closely by Justin Tyme. There are massive amounts of boos coming from the crowd as the big man and his one man entourage saunters his way down the ramp.
Christa Adina: The following match is scheduled for one fall! First, accompanied by Justin Tyme, he is the WFWF National Champion, he is Lucas CROOOOOOOWE!
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. BOO THIS MAN.
"Edge of a Revolution" by Nickelback hits the PA system and the crowd loses it as the stage is dark with a figure crawling along under a dim spotlight. The figure kips up and the lights kick on and on the stage isn't who's supposed to be there.
Alecia Matthews: ...Sam?
Ahriman has a mic from the sound booth.
Samael Ahriman: How do you like unexpected surprises, jackoffs?
Alecia Matthews: The h...AHAHAHAHA. TURN ABOUT.
Crowe and Tyme are looking up at Sam on the stage when from out of the crowd comes Trevor Wolf. He slides into the ring, grabbing a steel chair on his way and he cracks Lucas Crowe repeatedly in the back, driving the chair into the spine of the champion. Justin Tyme rolls into the ring and Ahriman books it from the stage to the ring, tackling Tyme before he can lay a hand on Trevor, tossing the former International Champion out of the ring. Wolf takes one last wack at Crowe, then he sets up the chair near the ropes, allowing Sam to jump over Crowe, onto the chair, onto the ropes and corkscrew moonsault off of the rope to the outside onto Tyme!
Alecia Matthews: Sneak attack mimicking what Drakz and Demon pulled last week on Sam and Wolf. Fantastic!
Daniel Knight: Has the match even begun yet?
The ref is checking on Crowe, who is seemingly down for the count. He begins to wave off the match when in a motion the champ gets to a knee and gives a nasty low blow to Wolf, who falls to his knees. The crowd abhores this motion. Heelish move by the face, cheered. Heelish move by the heel, booed. Crowd on fleek. Yes. That's officially in a WFWF match. The ref kicks the chair out of the ring and pulls Trevor Wolf to one corner and stands in between him and Crowe who is starting to get his bearings. He asks both men if they still want to have the match, both agreem and the ref reluctantly rings the bell.
DING DING DING!
Alecia Matthews: Now you have your match. Happy?
Crowe starts out the match by going to Wolf's corner, grabbing him with one hand by the throat and throwing straight, stiff punches to the very outsized and overpowered Wolf. The ref breaks it up, warning Crowe that he'll be disqualified. Crowe keeps blasting away until the reff shoves Crowe away from Wolf. The champ stutter steps the ref, causing the ref to back up quickly and almost fall to the mat. Attention back on Wolf, he goes for the same method of attack and charges the corner, but Wolf ducks out through the middle rope, Crowe's sternum hitting the top turnbuckle hard. Using his momentum, Wolf holds onto the top rope and, while between the top and middle, flips backwards and catches Lucas in the middle of his back with his boots. The champion staggers backwards as Wolf leaves the ring entirely and climbs to the top rope and goes for a cross body!
Alecia Matthews: Uh oh.
Daniel Knight: Bad idea.
Well, they're not wrong. Crowe catches Wolf, and without even as much as a wince of pain, bends forward then leans back, tossing Trevor Wolf clear across the ring with a fallaway slam. Trevor rolls into the corner, out of it like crazy. Crowe grabs the opposite corner ropes and shakes them and stomps his feet, the crowd booing ridiculously at this point. He releases the ropes and runs at Wolf and squashes him with a cannonball senton. Lucas picks up Wolf and tosses him into the ropes and drops him with a discus clothesline. Cover.
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Wolf gets a shoulder up at two! Crowe is shouting at the ref. On the outside, Tyme has recovered from being rightfully ambushed and telling Crowe to calm himself. On the other end of the ring, Sam is also up and shouting at Tyme to shut his inappropriate word-ing mouth and starts chanting for Wolf. Crowe picks Wolf up from the mat again and tosses him into the ropes but this time on the rebound pops him up for a powerbomb but Wolf locks his ankles and hurricuranna's Crowe into the ropes. Dizzy, Wolf runs the ropes and grips the top and middle, swinging his body through and kicking Crowe dead in the face with a Tiger feint kick. Trevor hops onto the top rope and leaps off, pulling his legs back and getting great height, grabbing his leg before releasing for the springboard legdrop across the champion's throat.
Sam yells for Wolf to not let up the assault, while Tyme returns Sam's original bullets, obscenities that are going to be coming out of Demon's pocket. Trevor is now on his feet and starts stomping on every visible part of Crowe, focusing heavily on the lower body that he injured earlier, and the face that was injured by Cameron Stone last week. Crowe gets his face washed with the soles of each of Wolf's boots. Finally Crowe grabs the bottom of a boot and pulls the other leg of Wolf down, Wolf able to rol out of the way before Lucas could mount an assault. Wolf looks out at Sam, who nods his head and gives him a wink as he places his head in his hands and smiles.
Daniel Knight: What are these two planning?
Alecia Matthews: Knowing Sam, something to completely throw Crowe.
Hot from the last exchange, Crowe goes for another hard clothesline but Wolf bends to the side and tosses Crowe by his arm up and over to the mat!
Daniel Knight: What the hell did I just see?
Alecia Matthews: Something that completely threw Crowe. Martial arts one o one. Use your oponent's momentum against them. you just saw a 5'9" 170 pound soaking wet kid make a 6'10" 300 plus guy go flying.
Crowe is on his feet and, in a much more guarded position throws a stiff punch which Crowe blocks to the side and reaches high, slapping Crowe on the cheek and backing away. The National Champion goes for another strike, which Wolf bows out of, kicks Crowe in the shin and catches him in the chin with a spinning open handed backhand slap.
Alecia Matthews: Wolf keeping his pimp hand strong.
Daniel Knight: What's the point in this? He's purposely not doing any real damage to him after the initial sting. It's just going to make the big man angry.
Alecia Matthews: You're catching on.
Daniel Knight: Why on earth would Wolf want to make Crowe even madder than he already is?
Alecia Matthews: Force a mistake.
Absolutely enraged, Crowe tries spearing Wolf, who simply rolls over Lucas's back and literally kicks him in the ass. Crowe turns around and is kicked in the gut and Trevor Wolf starts going HAM on the Motor City Mercenary, a wild flurry of incredibly stiff kicks and punches to the side, chest and head of Crowe, the big guy completely vulnerable for he first time since the opening bell. Having complete control of the flow of the match, WOLF Irish Whips CROWE and...well...
Alecia Matthews: THE FINAL HOWL! WOLF HITS THE FINAL HOWL! THE CHAMPION'S DONE!
COVER!
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In the longest 2-3 count in history, Crowe BARELY kicks out. Sam hangs his head and on the inside of the ring, Wolf is on his knees begging the ref to explain that count. It just felt too long, but it was a true two count. Sam shouts for Wolf to not give up but at this point Wolf is already up on his feet ready to try another attempt at The Final Howl. Tyme starts freaking out on his side of the outside.
Alecia Matthews: The hell is Tyme go....NO NOT AGAIN.
It was a calling card, as from out of the crowd come The Wreckers and the barricade is lept and they pounce on Samael, beating the living hell out of him, the former National Champion trying to fend off the relentless assault. Wolf notices this and gets away from Crowe and begins a launch out to attack The Wreckers but before he can leap, Crowe is up, turns him around and drops Wolf with the Crowe's Nest. Cover.
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DING DING DING!
Christa Adina: Here is your winner, LUUUUUUUUUCAAAAAAS CROOOOOOOOOOOOOWE!
But not a single person in the arena could hear Christa's announcement, the boos so loud. Tyme and Crowe are now on the outside with The Wreckers and they're beating the sh*t out of the number one contender, a 4-1 asault, something not even Sam can bypass. Ahriman tries to get away from them by rolling into the ring and it somewhat works. He tries pulling Wolf to the other side of the ring. The group now enters, Sam unable to successfully get the out of it Wolf to safety. Both Wreckers have a steel chair in hand; both raising them in the air, Ahriman rolling himself on top of Wolf to shield him from the attack.
Alecia Matthews: NO! SOMEONE HELP HIM!
On cue, just as the chairs are about to slam down, "In the City" by Kevin Rudolph blasts through the PA system and the crowd loses it, coming from behind the curtain and making a b-line for the ring are the WFWF International Champion Cameron Stone, infamous barbed wire hockey stick from the Untraviolent Playground match in hand, and Dean with a Singapore Cane. The two roll into the ring and start going to town. Wrecker One, down. Wrecker Two, eat wire. Crowe tackles his Black Hole Sun opponent and the two roll out of the ring and start brawling. That leaves Justin Tyme alone in the ring with Josh Dean, who points the kendo stick at him then points behind him and motions for him to come forward.
Hobbling, Samael Ahriman has his Sakabato in hand, unsheathing it and tossing the protective case to the side, revealing the blade. He flips the hilt and suddenly the reverse blade is fully ready to slice through someone. Dean tries talking Samael down not expecting THIS extreme action to pour out of him. Sam puts a hand on Dean's chest; quickly shoving him into the ropes as he flips the hilt back around and drops to a low stance, striking Tyme with the dull end in the side of the head and blasts a surprisingly up Wrecker below the belt with a super elbow, the Wrecker and Tyme falling to the mat in unison; the camera panning in on Samael.
Daniel Knight: Jesus Christ is he really a samurai?
Alecia Matthews: He's probably one of the greatest martial artists you'll ever see, known before he even got here.
Daniel Knight: Dean's not a slouch either.
Alecia Matthews: Nope. This is a fight everyone would love to see one on one, no inte....DOES NO ONE WATCH THE F*CKING SIDES?!?!
"Seizure of Power" hits and the fans are very, very angry. Trace Demon bolts down to the ring from the stage as Drakz makes his way into the ring from behind. Demon is facing Sam, Drakz, title in hand, is facing Dean. Sam and Josh, back to back are talking to one another hushed. It gets worse as Crowe rolls into the ring, having temporarily downed Cameron Stone; and Justin Tyme is up against the ropes.
Daniel Knight: This is bad. Very, very bad. They're cornered.
Alecia Matthews: Demon and his bitches, goddammit. Sam and Josh aren't making it to Black Hole Sun.
Sam and Josh swap sides quickly and charge their respective PPV opponents, swinging their weapons for the fences hoping to connect with just about anything that moves that isn't one of them. Trace takes some hard wacks, gonna bruise in the morning, but he starts slugging it with Dean, throwing wild punches. On the other side, Drakz is side stepping straight out stabbing attempts from Ahriman, who's flipped the hilt and is intent on making sure the WFWF Champion is somehow mamed.
Realizing the underdogs are getting the upper hand, Crowe and Tyme start to intervene when Cameron Stone rolls into the ring and drops Lucas Crowe with the Set In Stone! Before Tyme can get involved, Trevor Wolf takes him out with the The Final Howl! Demon gets cracked in the head by Dean, who wraps the kendo stick around his throat and flips him up and over the top rope! Ahriman tosses the sword at Drakz, who dodges and attempts Needle Damage, which Sam gets out of and shoves Drakz into the ropes and on the rebound clocks him good with the 19:15!
The crowd chants MALAKAI!
Drakz rolls out of the ring, backing into one of the Wreckers, whom he shoves out of the way.
Daniel Knight: YEAH. RUN WITH YOUR TAILS BETWEEN YOUR LEGS. DON'T LIKE THE NUMBERS GAME.
"Punk Rock Song" by Bad Religion blasts through the PA. From behind the curtain comes the ever lovely Lila Sleater, mic in hand.
Alecia Matthews: Hey look, someone finally gave her a theme.
Lila Sleater: You know, you're all f*cking lunatics, right? Enough is e-f*cking nuff. We've had...what...four ambushes in the last half hour? People brandishing barbed wire, steel chairs, swords...you all are like caged animals.
Daniel Knight: A VOICE OF REASON!
Lila Sleater: ...actually, you know what? That doesn't sound like a half bad idea. Putting you all in a cage.
Daniel Knight: My mistake.
Lila Sleater: Josh Dean, you will be locked inside of a steel cage with Trace Demon. No rules. No disqualifications. Just beat your opponent so bad you, somehow, win.
Demon turns around to face Sleater and is SO RED in the face it's ridiulous. Drakz is backing Demon in his complaining about the match.
Lila Sleater: Oh, Mr. Isaac Cray, Drakz, don't think you've been forgotten about my lovely friend. Your payment for abusing the authority Trace Demon had no true right to give you to begin with You too will be locked inside of a steel cage. With Samael Ahriman. For the WFWF Championship.
Justin Tyme's now speaking his mind, Drakz stepping in front of him making sure his complaint is center stage.
Lila Sleater: Bitch and moan all you want, Drakz. You've bitten the apple and now it's time for you to choke on it. Because unlike Trace and Josh, you and Sam...there's a caveat. NO ESCAPE. You win by pinfall or submission. If you so much as touch a finger to the floor before one of you is pinned; either of you, you will immediately lose. Sam will forfeit any claim to the WFWF Championship. And Drakz, if you try any trickery yourself, getting out of the cage, Samael Ahriman will be declared WFWF Grand Slam Champion because YOU WILL LOSE YOUR TITLE. Speaking of which...
Lila points to the ring and inside, the most unusual alliance in WFWF history is standing tall. Trevor Wolf. Cameron Stone. Josh Dean. Samael Ahriman. Dean, however, has gotten his hands on Drakz's WFWF Championship; something he's felt robbed of for weeks. Sam takes a look at Dean, both men staring at the WFWF Championship. Wolf and Stone position themselves to step in between in case yet another fight breaks out, but Sam and Josh both smile; Josh handing Samael the WFWF Championship and slapping him on the chest.
This is your time, bro. But I get next shot, Dean is heard saying with the boom mics.
"Make You Mine" by Modestep blasts through the PA system as Wolf, Stone, Dean and Ahriman all raise their hands up in the air; panning first to Wolf, then Stone and his International Championship; then to Josh Dean and we close the show with a closeup of Samael Ahriman raising the WFWF Championship high in the air.
With a little help from my friends, he shouts out on the zoom in, the Devil's smile on his face as he kisses the belt. Fade to black.
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Post by Rated R on Apr 4, 2016 18:10:29 GMT -5
So there they are, and if I missed any segs that people sent me then sue, I've worked a ten hour shift then watched seven hours of a mediocre WrestleMania, you're lucky I did these at all.
Big thanks to everyone who sent in matches and segs including Shawn, Josh, Brennan, Ante, Drakz, me because I'm allowed to thank myself, Mak, Dex and my good friend Danny Devito. Wait I mean Dr. Mantis...
Anyway, good results in my opinion, some nice match write ups and some cool segments though I want to see more people writing segments leading into Superbrawl, which we are well and truly on the road to as of this show I'd say.
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Post by CM Poor on Apr 4, 2016 18:44:15 GMT -5
I'm glad there was more involvement this time around in the segment department - the difference is glaringly obvious. Imagine if the participation level from the last show held over to this, the go home? Keep that momentum going, and we all keep getting shows like this.
I'm also really glad I have the timestamps on the eight different iterations of that three way segment to prove that I didn't cop my new theme from the match preview that was more entertaining than the match from last night.
Looking forward very much to the PPV.
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Post by Drakz on Apr 4, 2016 19:03:06 GMT -5
Every seg in these results was amazing. Seriously hyped the PPV. To all of the newer guys wanting a feud/angle of some description on the way to Superbrawl (our Wrestlemania) I can only recommend finding someone you'd like to work with and then turning in segs for results as it starts to give your character some real purpose and all in all makes this whole thing more fun.
Excellent work from all involved.
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Post by bad guy™ on Apr 4, 2016 19:26:43 GMT -5
Samael Ahriman. WFWF Championship.
I like that. A lot.
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Post by Mr. PerpetuaLynch Motion on Apr 4, 2016 22:06:31 GMT -5
I am so utterly and completely stoked for everything going on.
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Post by bad guy™ on Apr 4, 2016 22:27:07 GMT -5
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Post by Dex on Apr 6, 2016 17:33:17 GMT -5
This was a great show. It really set up the story-lines and matches for the next event. Dean vs. Demon, Shannon vs. Whitner vs. Brenan, and the seemingly inevitable conflict between Ahriman and Drakz. Every segment was well done, congrats to everyone.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 6, 2016 21:20:12 GMT -5
Great show, like everyone else.
Also I won. Yay.
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