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Post by Drakz on Aug 14, 2016 15:39:56 GMT -5
 Bang. Boom. Pyro. It’s a WFWF show beginning!Alecia Matthews: Welcome to Oklahoma City where we’re broadcasting live from the Chesapeake Energy Arena for WFWF Defiance! Daniel Knight: That’s right, 15,735 in attendance and we’re edging ever closer to the big one. Superbrawl IX! “Heist” hits the arena PA and the crowd pops as Cameron Stone makes his way out onto the stage and down the ramp.Alecia Matthews: Well folks I can only imagine Cam is out here to discuss what happened last week with regards to Trace Demon and Trevor Wolf. Daniel Knight: He’s got a lot of explaining to do. Cam enters the ring and takes a mic from ringside.Cameron Stone: I’m not going to build to any kind of climax with an earth shaking promo here guys. I’ve just got two things that need addressing and that will be all. Daniel Knight: Mr Personality. Alecia Matthews: Shut it Knight. Cam can’t be feeling great about having to help Trace Demon in any shape or form It’s hardly surprising that he’s a little off the ball. Cameron Stone: First of all I’d like to say to Trevor Wolf……..I’m sorry. Sorry you had to be that person. Sorry you were in the wrong place at the wrong time. Don’t misunderstand me though, I’m not sorry for what I did. I interjected when things got out of hand in that match, and in doing so proved my dedication to a cause that until now has seemed so out of reach. Stone pauses.Cameron Stone: Which brings me to my next point. Trace Demon get out here and make this official. I held up my end of the bargain, now it’s your turn to follow suit. I want my WFWF World Heavyweight Championship match at Superbrawl! “Seizure of Power” hits on cue and the principal owner of the WFWF saunters out from behind the curtain to a chorus of jeers. Ever the closed book Trace doesn’t react at all to any of it, and as a stage hand runs and gives him a mic he climbs the steps and enters the ring through the ropes. Trace walks to centre ring and stands across from Stone, both men holding their ground much to the delight of the fans in attendance.Daniel Knight: The fans are lapping this up. Maybe we should be seeing these two fight it out at Superbrawl instead? Alecia Matthews: As much as I’d love to see Trace Demon mauled by Cam, he deserves his title shot. Trace Demon: Cameron. You’ve quite suddenly become a person of interest around here. You’re showing a side to you that might actually keep viewers awake during your matches. The crowd boos this remark.Trace Demon: But all the same….. “In the CIty” cuts The King of Demons off mid flow and he closes his eyes and sighs. The Franchise Joshua Dean now enters the fray, looking around at the thousands of cheering fans before heading to the ring himself.Daniel Knight: What does HE want? Dean slides under the bottom rope, hops up to his feet and as he walks past Trace Demon snatches the microphone from his hand. Trace smirks and backs up, giving Dean the floor, curious to what possible reason he would have to interrupt him like this.Joshua Dean: You know it’s all well and good Trace Demon offering around these prizes, like treats to a badly behaved dog, but there is only one person who’s getting a shot at Drakz and his title in Pasadena, and that’s the man who is still owed his rematch! Cameron Stone: Josh… Joshua Dean: Don’t start Cam. I’ve lost a lot of respect for you these last couple of weeks. Running around, doing your master’s bidding. What the hell man? Cameron Stone: This isn’t about right and wrong Josh. This is about me finally getting my moment in the sun. A moment that’s long overdue and more importantly about to slip away from me forever. Joshua Dean: And you think this is the right way to go about getting it? Come on Cam, I thought you were a man of moral fibre? This is beneath you. You deserve a chance at the top prize, no doubt, but not now. Cameron Stone: So when? After you? Hasn’t it always been that way? ‘Thanks for the help Cam, I’ll take it from here.’ Nope, not this time Josh. I’m not a cheerleader, I’m a fighter. A fighter with one final chance at carving out a legacy that matters. I’m tired of waiting for you to ‘finish your turn’. “Last Theater” now garners yet another pop from the in house crowd as Samael Ahriman makes his way down to join the party.Daniel Knight: Is this just an open invite? How many more people are going to just throw themselves into this opening segment? Sam grabs a third mic as he enters the ring instead of fighting over the two already held by his allies.Samael Ahriman: Cam I’m afraid Josh isn’t the only one who feels he has unfinished business to attend to, business that in my mind holds a little more water than just dancing with the devil. Sam glances over at Trace Demon who holds his hands up, leaning against the corner turnbuckle pads.Samael Ahriman: I’m sure you all remember what happened in my WFWF World Heavyweight Title match, yes? A hot load of dog sh*t, that’s what, and suffice to say I’m far from satisfied with what little chance I’ve had at retribution ever since. So Cam, while I’ve got this little unresolved issue with the way the champ does business and while Drakz is contractually obliged to give Josh his rematch I think your claim to the Superbrawl main event is pretty weak. Besides, what happened to the man I knew? Are you really that desperate that you’ll throw your morals out the first time the devil says jump? Daniel Knight: Cameron’s clearly not happy with the way he’s being spoken to, and who can blame him? His ‘friends’ seem to be pretty firmly on their high horses, stirrups and all. Cam looks pretty pissed off at this point and he looks back and forth at Dean and Ahriman.Cameron Stone: You know what? Why should I even care what either of you think? I’m just the convenient help when you two need someone to even out the numbers. Sam, who had your back when you needed it in the lead up to your match with Drakz? And Josh who was there the very night you won and then lost the championship to make sure you were okay? I was. Now who so much as gave me a call after I lost my International Title? I’ll leave that answer to the imaginations of the fans. I’m sure they can join the dots. This isn’t going to end with another case of Cameron Stone stepping back to make way for his ‘more talented’ friends. Not at all. Trace Demon, I’m not leaving this ring until you put me into a title match with Drakz. Trace raises his eyebrows and holds out his hand. It takes a moment but eventually he is handed one of the microphones.Trace Demon: Well if I could get a word in……man you guys are like bitchy school girls. I’ve heard enough though. Cam you’ll get exactly what you asked for…….. Cam nods his head looking focused.Trace Demon: …..and hell let’s throw Josh and Sam into the mix just for laughs hey? Now Sam and Josh’s ears prick.Trace Demon: You’re all going to be involved in the same match as Drakz for his title…………his WFWF Tag Team Title. Josh steps toward Trace and Cam puts a hand on his shoulder stopping him.Trace Demon: At our next show Horizon the main event will be Drakz & Joshua Dean, the WFWF Tag Team Champions defending against Samael Ahriman and…………me. Alecia Matthews: What?! Daniel Knight: I’m confused? Alecia Matthews: He’s just screwed Cam. Didn’t he only 30 seconds ago promise Cam’s involvement? Cam is now the one who steps forward and Trace signals for him to back up.Trace Demon: Don’t worry, I haven’t forgotten you Mr Stone. You will fill a very important role in all this, you will be in that same ring as the special guest referee! Alecia Matthews: He’s trying to rip these three apart. Daniel Knight: And it might be working. Look at this! Josh makes a move for Trace Demon but Stone steps in his way. Josh pushes Cam asking him what he thinks he’s doing but the much bigger Stone simply shoves him right back. Samael is trying to cool things but then Josh swings for Cam and the two men start brawling in the ring. Sam stumbles back away from them and Trace Demon sees and opening. He rushes at Samael but Sam dodges and catches The King of Demons with a spinning hook kick right to the face. Trace clutches his nose and Ahriman runs holding his hair and throws him right up and over the top rope, crashing to the hard ground below.Alecia Matthews: This has completely broken down. Sam just took out the boss, two friends are beating the snot out of each other and we’re still no closer to securing a definitive answer regarding our Superbrawl main event! Sam turns his attention back to his brawling companions who have themselves left the ring and are making their way up the ramp. Sam runs to follow them, trying to stop this madness but as he gets half way up the ramp someone springboards off of the guardrail, from the crowd, and crushes him with a flying knee to the head.Daniel Knight: It’s Drakz! It is indeed. The World Heavyweight Champion just blindsided his most recent competitor and it hasn’t gone unnoticed. Drakz has unknowingly stopped the brawl between Josh and Cam as both men have become privy to his presence. They begin to race back down the ramp toward him but as quick as he arrived he hops the guard wall and disappears off back into the crowd, leaving Josh and Cam to check on their friend who’s bell was most definitely rung.Alecia Matthews: Ever the brave warrior, Drakz has just high tailed it as soon as things turned against him. Daniel Knight: Wouldn’t you? He’s a smart man. He knows he can’t fight Dean, Stone and Ahriman at the SAME time! Alecia Matthews: He’s a chicken sh*t b*stard that’s what and as for Trace Demon. Daniel Knight: Careful now Alecia. Alecia Matthews: Look at him! He only got kicked once and he’s acting like that leg was a sawn off shotgun. Argh. I’m all riled up. This is not how I wanted to start this evening. Dean and Stone help Ahriman back to his feet and the three make their way back up the ramp showing that whilst tensions are high there may still be a shred of camaraderie left amongst them. Trace Demon on the other hand is being attended to by ring side medics. As they help him up and off through a side exit the night’s action continues.The opening riffs of Bottoms Up play, Leeroy steps out of the curtain, John Deere Hat on, Mason Jar of clear in his right hand. As the song says “Looking for the law while I push my luck” LeeRoy looks over his shoulder and then scans the crowd like he is actually looking for cops. He steps to the ramp where a cameraman is positioned to be right in his face, and as the song says “pull into the party like y’all what’s up” LeeRoy says “What’s up” into the camera.Christa Adina: Ladies & gentlemen the following match up is a tag team match scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, from Appalachia, weighing 245lbs Leeeeeeroy Jenkiiiins! He then begins walking down the ramp, unscrewing the jar as he goes, stopping halfway down. When the end of the chorus says “ Tonight its bottoms up” He takes a big swig of the shine, and then sets the jar down, and runs to the ring, sliding under the bottom rope and springing up, he flexes, then climbs the far turnbuckle and gives the thumbs up into his mouth to signal for a drink. A beer is tossed to him, he cracksbit open, salutes the crowd, and takes a swig. He climbs down, and out of the ring, and hands the beer to a fan who is of age.The intro to “Panda” plays and Dante' runs out from back stage and pops his hood off.“I Got Broads In Atlanta, Twisting Dope Lean In The Fanta,”Dante' proceeds to walk to the ring hi-fiving the crowd.Christa Adina: And his partner, from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, weighing 195lbs Danté Broooooks! When He Finally Hits The Ring, The lights start to flash on beat”Panda,Panda,Panda, Brrrrraaa”Finally the music stops and extends his arms out and looks up to the ceilings as smoke fills the ring.The arena goes black, static fills the giant screen, and a crackly radio voice speaks: We are cleared for liftoff in T minus 5...4...3...we have ignition...2...1...THUNDERBIRDS ARE GO! The sound of rockets firing off fill the arena as the words Thunderbirds are go! appear on the giant screen accompanied by pyro on the stage. The opening guitar crunching chords of Nebula’s stoner rock classic Sonic Titan blare through the arena sound system. The lights come up and Frank Lynn and Mike Jette run out on stage exchanging high fives before running down either side of the ramp and around the ring. A rocket shoots up from the bottom of the screen shooting through the words and they shatter into a million pieces which fly away to reveal video clips of the Thunderbirds in action. Frank and Mike finish running around the ring high fiving the fans in the front row and jump over the top rope into the ring, each one heading to a corner to climb the turnbuckles and fire up the crowd with shouts of Thunderbirds are go!Christa Adina: Ladies and gentlemen, now in the ring at a combined 470 lbs., the Fireman Mike Jette and Fearless Frank Lynn…The THUNDERBIRDS! *Ding Ding*It’s Jette and Jenkins to start things off and Jenkins comes in fast. He throws big forearms into the head of Jette who staggers back into the ropes. Jenkins goes for another big forearm but Jenkins ducks underneath, runs the ropes and comes back with a basement dropkick that spikes the knee of Jenkins, forcing him down.Alecia Matthews: Nice way to counter the bigger guy there from Mike Jette. Daniel Knight: He has to follow it up though. Jette hits the ropes again and comes back with another dropkick, this time hard into Jenkin’s face hanging him out on the second rope. Jenkins shakes his head trying to clear it but Jette doesn’t give him much time, pulling his opponent up to his feet. Jette drills a hard chop into the chest of Jenkins and the crowd reacts. Jette lights up his chest again and the crowd pops once more. He then whips Jenkins into the ropes but races after him so that just as Jenkins hits the ropes Mike Jette is there with a step up knee that rocks Jenkin’s head back.Alecia Matthews: Looks like he’s doing a pretty good job on that follow up wouldn’t you say Knight? Daniel Knight: No comment. Jette now boots Jenkins in the gut folding him over and then gut wrenches him up into a powerbomb position. In a great display of strength Jette runs toward the corner looking for a bucklebomb.Alecia Matthews: Oh no! Mike Jette’s leg has buckled badly underneath him and he’s let Leeroy Jenkins slip from his grasp. Jenkins looks to capitalise but the referee has got in between the two as he can see that Jette is really hurt. Jette slaps the mat in frustration and it’s clear his leg is badly damaged.Daniel Knight: That doesn’t look good. I don’t think Jette can get up. The referee throws up the X with his arms and it’s now clear that Jette can’t continue. Jenkins raises his arms and knows the match is over but Lynn, who up until now was pacing the apron like a caged animal, snaps and rushes Jenkins, clotheslining the back of Jenkins’ neck. Jenkins winds up on all fours and Lynn starts throwing big swinging forearms to either side of his downed opponent’s head.Daniel Knight: Hey! Jenkins thought the match was over and Lynn just jumped him from behind! Alecia Matthews: Frank Lynn is incensed! Lynn drops onto the back of Jenkins flattening him out and then locks in a camel clutch. The referee is still helping the medical team get Jette out of the ring while all of this is going on and as such when Jenkins grabs the bottom rope there’s no one there to force Lynn to break the hold. Eventually the ref turns around and sees the match continuing and he calls for an immediate break. No 5 count. Just break it, now.Alecia Matthews: This is chaos! Daniel Knight: That referee needs to get Lynn under control, that was dangerous holding that clutch in for so long. Should this match even still be going on? Lynn breaks the hold and drags Jenkins back to his feet. He tosses him into his own corner and looks at Brooks.Frank Lynn: Your turn Stick Boy! Brooks tags himself in as Jenkins slumps in the corner, holding his throat. Brooks rushes Lynn but is met with a huge lariat! Lynn then dives onto him and just starts with some ground and pound.Daniel Knight: This isn’t right. Lynn is like a rabid dog in there. He’s clearly traumatised by the recent tragedy in his life and to my mind shouldn’t even be competing tonight! Get him out of there! Lynn is dragged off of Brooks by the referee and he turns and shoves the ref back. The referee reprimands him and warns him one more act out of line and he’s calling the match. Lynn doesn’t seem to care about the match outcome though, he just wants to destroy someone. He turns back around and mounts Brooks again, driving down with elbow strikes.Alecia Matthews: Okay I have to agree with you now Daniel, this is getting out of hand. Daniel Knight: Stop the match ref! Lynn keeps it up as Jette is taken up the ramp on a gurney by the medical team. The referee tries to prise Lynn off of Brooks but can’t budge him and then……..wham!Daniel Knight: Well that put a stop to things. Jenkins drills Frank Lynn in the head with a steel chair and puts him down. The referee calls for the bell.*Ding Ding*Christa Adina: Here are your winners by disqualification Frank Lynn and Mike Jette, The Thunderbirds! Leeroy helps Brooks back to his feet and, both still feeling the effects from Lynn’s demolition, begin stomping away on the fallen Lynn. The ring bell continues to ring and referee tries to bring an end to all of this but Brooks and Jenkins keep beating down on Lynn.Daniel Knight: The crowd don’t really know how to react to this. They seemed pretty high on The Thunderbirds after their match with the Tag Team Champions but after seeing what Lynn just did they’re pretty quiet about this. Eventually enough ringside officials get in the ring to stop the beating and Brooks and Jenkins back away. Brooks holds up his hands as though to signal that this wasn’t his fault and in a way he’s right.Alecia Matthews: Well that was a bizarre way to start the show folks. We’ll keep you updated on Mike Jette’s condition and we’ll try and speak with Frank Lynn later in the show. Daniel Knight: Give him more air time? That man needs to be locked up! Out back, Chris Meyer - WFWF talent agent and personal liaison to WFWF superstar David Brennan - enters the arena, dragging a rolling suitcase behind him as he crosses the underground parking area. He pauses as he flagged down by a WFWF crew member who rushes over to greet him.Chris Meyer: What is it? Crew Member: Well, uh...well it's David Brennan, Mr. Meyer... Chris Meyer: David Brennan? What about him - is he alright? Crew Member: That's the...well, that's the thing. We don't know. He's not here. Chris Meyer: Not here? He never checked in? Crew Member: No sir. We've checked the premises - his locker room, all that. He's just... Chris Meyer: He's not here. Crew Member: No sir. Chris Meyer: Damn. Alright, alright, thank you. Shaking his head, Meyer departs, more hurried now as he takes off to presumedly hunt down more information on the whereabouts of his client.Alecia Matthews: Wow...folk, David Brennan is scheduled to meet the debuting Maxwell Dachs this evening, but if we're learning correctly, he isn't presently in the building. Daniel Knight: Could our long, national nightmare finally be over? Alecia Matthews: We'll of course keep you up to date as soon as we hear any developments on this breaking turn of events. For now though we have another exciting bout with a pretty BIG debut. Daniel Knight: I hope Trace Demon fires you. The lights dim. The first few riffs of KISS' I Was Made For Loving You start up. Big totally misses his cue and so the audience just sits there dumbfounded as they listen to this awful song.
Eventually Big stumbles out from the back -- really sweaty for some reason.Christa Adina: HERE HE IS, HE'S BIG -- FOR YOU -- BIG MCLARGEHUUUUUUUUGE! Big makes it to the ring finally and inappropriately adjusts himself in front of the camera much to no one's delight.Daniel Knight: Well he’s no Stan McMann but he’s…something. Alecia Matthews: Staaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaan…mmmmmmmmmmmmm…… Daniel Knight: You ok over there? Alecia Matthews: Alright, alright, alright. “Edge of a Revolution” blasts through the PA system. Y’all know what’s next.Christa Adina: And his opponent, TREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEVOR WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOLF! He walks onto the stage puts his head down, puts his arms behind him, then looks up, throws his hands forward and points towards the ring. He does this as a way to invite out anyone who is willing to join his fight for change. He then shrugs it of when no one comes out, gets a cocky smirk on his face because he sees he is still the only one thats not afraid to stand up to the boss, he then walks to the ring slides in jumps up and looks at his opponent as he backs into the corner and awaits the bell so he can fight.Alecia Matthews: Yet another tall task for Wolf tonight, no pun intended. Daniel Knight: Well Wolf is at least the veteran this time, with Big just starting here in WFWF. Gonna be interesting. Opening the contest, Wolf is trying to size up Big; yes…we know how weird that sounds. F*cking comedy characters are great until you have to write a match involving a guy named Mig McLargehuge. See? There was a typo there. Perhaps it’s my concussion. Meh.
Wolf strikes first in the match, throwing a few errant kicks to Big’s shins and thighs to get the action underway.Daniel Knight: Wolf being very reserved out of the gate. This isn’t like him. Normally he’s on the back of his opponent trying to choke them out at this point. Alecia Matthews: Normally, yes. But remember what happened to Wolf last week. That match with Trace Demon is a mid year contender for match of the year; the back and forth was amazing. But Christ, Wolf got obliterated in that match. Suplex after suplex, add in some low blows and knock out maneuvers; there is absolutely no way Wolf is 100% tonight. And while he’s a grizzled veteran compared to Big, big lives up to his namesake. Trevor can’t afford to get into a slugging contest with this guy: he’s got no shot in winning that. Wolf continues the hit and run tactics and every few kicks cause Big to lift his leg and shake off some of the sting Wolf is putting into those legs. Wolf catches Big with an unsuspected kick to the ribs, followed up with a double leg push drop kick to the chest. Big stumbles into the ropes but doesn’t fall. Trevor charges and is sent up and over the top rope, landing safely on the apron. Wolf stuns Big’s throat on the top rope; big man going back to the center of the ring. Trevor springboards off of the top rope, double knees to Big’s chest. He’s down! Wolf covers.… 1 … … 2 … … Big shoves Wolf off of his chest, ending the pin. Wolf gives Big a facewash with the bottom of his boot and climbs to the top rope. He balances himself, standing tall and throws himself off of the top rope for a Phoenix Splash! But as Wolf goes for the landing, McLargehuge brings his knees up to his chest; Wolf in some serious pain after that.Alecia Matthews: God dammit. Big takes advantage, pulling Wolf up and tossing him into the ropes. On the rebound he lifts his boot, but Wolf ducks underneath and springboard backflips off of the middle rope! He is caught on the shoulder of Big though, who drives Wolf down spine first with a power slam. Nonchalant cover.… 1 … … 2 … … Wolf gets a shoulder up. Big grabs Wolf’s hair and gets him to his feet and uses his massive hands for a back rake. Big attempts a headlock, clearly for a rest hold because those exist in the WFWF; but Wolf slips through and nails a Pele kick! Big is stunned again! Trevor ricochets and takes Big down with a Slingblade! Wolf beats his chest, the crowd coming to life as he finally has full control of the match. Trevor ascends once more, leaping off and tucking his legs behind his back end then releasing for a spring loaded leg drop across the throat of McLargehuge! Cover!… 1 … … 2 … … McLargehuge gets his boot on the bottom rope to end the count by the ref, inciting anger from the fans, eager to see the ever resilient Wolf get that elusive first win. Trevor shoots his arms out then his hands his mouth letting out a loud yelp, signaling The Final Howl. Wolf tries setting it up but Big is just too, well, big. He powers out, sending Wolf into the corner; surprised. Still on one knee is Big, so Wolf digs down deep for what appears to be an attempt at a Curb Stomp when Big stands up, catching Wolf in mid air and drops him to the mat hard with the Big Bomb. Cover.… 1 … … 2 … … 3 …. DING DING DING!Christa Adina: Here is your winner, BIIIIIIIIIG MCLARGEHUGE! KISS plays in the background as McLargehuge raises his arm in victory and steps over the top rope and exits to the stage.Alecia Matthews: IMPRESSIVE win for Big in his debut, and Wolf is yet again left without that first victory. Daniel Knight: Gotta wonder if he’s going to be able to pick up any momentum going towards SuperBrawl and his battle with… Lights out.Daniel Knight: Speak of the devil. As the lights come back on, Jon O’Deeves is standing in the ring in his trademark trenchcoat and fedora. Wolf starts to stir, getting to a knee. O’Deeves’ arm moves and from out of his sleeve pops the expandable shock stick, on and ready. A weird voice comes over the intercom.??: Learn your place, dog. O’Deeves makes a stabbing motion but the stick is shoved away! Wolf grabs O’Deeves’ arm and twists it, causing Jon to shock himself with his own shock stick! The fedora falls off as Wolf drives O’Deeves to the ground, mounting him for a Camel Clutch but instead of hooking with his hands, Wolf uses the middle of the stick to crank back on O’Deeves throat! Refs start running to the ring to break it up as the fans are losing it!Alecia Matthews: Yeah. He’s got momentum. We fade to commercial as the refs are still trying to rip Wolf from O’Deeves. |
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Post by Drakz on Aug 14, 2016 15:41:53 GMT -5
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Post by Drakz on Aug 14, 2016 15:42:16 GMT -5
Toboggan and his lackey Charles a shown on screen in a dumpy apartment. The lighting is poor, the picture is grainy and showing noise (blotches), the audio is distorted, and the camera is slightly off balance. They are nonchalantly holding scripts. They start clumsily reading off the scripts, taking short, awkward pause between speaking.
Toboggan: Hello WFWF Universe, I am Dr. Toboggan.
Charles: And I am Charles.
Toboggan: Supposedly I have been challenged to a match at SuperBrawl. Charles, who was that again.
Charles: Sham McScam.
Toboggan (off the script): Wait no, I am supposed to read the funny names while you say the real name.
Charles (off the script): Oh, right.
Toboggan: Who?
Charles: Can McLamb.
Toboggan (off the script): GAWD DAMMIT!!!!!! Fine, will do it this way.
Toboggan: Who?
Charles: Clam McJam.
Toboggan: Stan McMann?
Charles: Ban McSpam.
Toboggan: Stan McMann?
Charles: Erik Turner.
Toboggan: Stan McMann?
Charles: Bram McGunner.
Toboggan:Stan McMann?
Charles: Scan McRobot.
Toboggan: Stan McMann?
Charles: Poopy McStupidface.
Toboggan: Stan McMann?
Charles: Vince McMa-hon
Toboggan: Well, I guess it doesn’t…..
Charles: Day Mann.
Toboggan (off the script): GAWD DAMMIT!!!!!!!
Toboggan and Charles start going at it like wild cats, knocking the camera over. We are switched to a Technical Difficulties screen and start playing elevator music. We are eventually brought back. Both men are scratched up, bandaged, and bruised.
Toboggan: As I was saying, I guess it doesn’t matter what his name is, as I am a Doctor. And Doctors are smart. Oh, and I am going to infect him with an Internet Virus. But if McWhatever survives, I decline his challenge for SuperBrawl and issue my own challenge for SuperBrawl. It is the same challenge, but I made it, which makes it cool. Be there or……… things. Yeah, things.
The camera zooms in on Toboggan’s face before fading out.
The opening riff to "Tourettes" by Nirvana begins to play, drawing the crowd's attention toward the stage with piqued anticipation.
Christa Adina: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall...
The lyrics to the song begin, heralding the arrival of the man everyone has turned their heads to see as Maxwell Dachs emerges from the back, prompting a burst of dark red pyro to go off down the ramp.
Christa Adina: Introducing first - from St. Paul, Minnesota, weighing in at two hundred and ten pounds - Maxwell Dachs!!!
The crowd responds with a pop of rabid enthusiasm for another new arrival to the WFWF as Dachs slowly makes his way down to the ring. Arriving at ringside, he slides under the bottom rope and runs to the furthest corner and poses at the top of the turnbuckle. Dachs then gets down and poses towards the hard camera as turnbuckle pyro bursts from every corner, eliciting another raucous response from the eager crowd.
Alecia Matthews: Quite the response for the debut of Maxwell Dachs here tonight!
Daniel Knight: That's right, this crowd, myself included, can't wait to see Dachs tear David Brennan apart!
Alecia Matthews: If David Brennan is even here.
Daniel Knight: And why would he be? What an impact it'd be for Dachs to have driven Brennan away on the back of sheer charisma and personality alone!
Alecia Matthews: I guess we're about to find out...
The crowd comes to life with a droning outburst of cheers as the lights fall dim, the opening guitar lick of "Hail to the King" resonating throughout the arena. A pulse of kelly green light beats in time as the music builds before kicking into high gear, a series of green spotlights swirling throughout the building.
Christa Adina: And introducing his opponent - residing in Boston, Massachusetts, weighing in at two hundred and forty three pounds - David Brennan!!!
The white spotlight that usually follows Brennan to the ring focuses on the ramp as the crowd, Dachs included in the center of the ring, leers toward the stage, all waiting to see if Brennan bothers to show at all. To no one's surprise, the music plays on to little avail as no one emerges from behind the curtain. In the ring, Dachs smirks, rolling his eyes as he confers with the referee, almost certainly broaching the subject of a win by default.
Alecia Matthews: Well, that's certain disappointing...
Daniel Knight: Of course it's disappointing! What more could the world possibly hope to expect from David Brennan?!
Alecia Matthews: It's never been Brennan'a style to back down from a fight, but...
Daniel Knight: A fight, no, but a slaughter?! This has been a long time coming - it's been years since Brennan was fit for competition, so much so that a small instance of crowd interference has clearly spooked the fight right out of - OW, HEY!!!
An audible thud is heard as Daniel is cut off by a man leaping over the guardrail, using the announcer as leverage. The lights come up to reveal David Brennan climbing down from the announce table and sliding into the ring.
Alecia Matthews: Brennan has arrived!!
Daniel Knight: WITH NO RESPECT FOR ANYTHING!!!!
In the ring, Brennan takes full advantage of Dachs' preoccupation with the referee and the entrance stage, striking him from behind, sending him into the ropes and prompting the ref to call for the bell.
Alecia Matthews: It looks like we'll be getting our match after all, folks, and - oh, that did not pan out well for Brennan!
Dachs returns from being driven into the ropes ably and deftly with a running shoulder, driving Brennan to the mat. He begins stomping away at Brennan as the bell rings, officially opening the match.
Daniel Knight: Maxwell Dachs is too ready, too skilled to be cut off by something so depraved as a sneak attack.
Alecia Matthews: More to that point, the question is begged - where has Brennan been all night? It's safe to say that none of us were expecting him to emerge from this sea of WFWF fans, and - Dachs is off his feet.
Brennan strikes at the back of one of Dachs' driving legs, pulling it out from under his attacker and sending Dachs to his back. His reprieve is short lived, however, as Brennan is slow to his feet, allowing the younger, likely more sober debut to swing upward with a kick to the skull, sending the ambling drunkard back to the mat as Dachs leaps to his feet, running his mouth as the audience cheers in response.
Alecia Matthews: David Brennan may have arrived, but - oof - this is not the fight from the man we've grown accustomed to.
Daniel Knight: What did I tell you, Alecia? This is it! David's shortcomings are all piling up at once. He's grown slow, sloppy, and he's going to pay the price at the hands of Maxwell Dachs, to say nothing of the International Champion, if he even makes it to SuperBrawl!
Dachs seizes the opportunity, covering his fallen opponent for a quick pin.
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Alecia Matthews: Brennan kicks out!
Daniel Knight: Barely!
Indeed, even Dachs thinks he had Brennan finish as he argues the count with the ref, waving him off in disgust as he drags Brennan to his feet, smirking as he whips him into the corner, slumping Brennan upright against the turnbuckles. Signaling to the crowd, he crouches into a running position, waiting for Brennan to upright just enough.
Alecia Matthews: Dachs looking for a big move here early on, and he - OH! Brennan stepped out of the way!
Just in the knick of time, as Brennan's quick feet save him the impact, sending Dachs flying shoulder first into the corner post, his planned spear just barely missing its mark. Seeing the opening, Brennan runs into the corner, returning the earlier favor of a series of stomps to his fallen opponent as the ref tries in vain to pull him away.
Brennan finally relents, swaggering off into the opposite corner, cradling his head as he rests against the turnbuckles.
Alecia Matthews: Folks, in spite of that short burst of offensive, it's clear that David Brennan is not all here tonight, and that something is very off...well, more off than usual...in his world.
Brennan only watches as Dachs makes his way back to his feet, reeling from his collision with the post. Even still, it's Dachs who beckons Brennan to come and fight, drawing Brennan to amble out of the corner. The men meet in the center of the ring, and it's Dachs who strikes first, slapping Brennan across the jaw and chiding him for showing up in the state he's in. Brennan returns the favor with a closed fist, to which Dachs responds with one of his own. The crowd erupts as the men explode into an exchange of fists.
Alecia Matthews: And now we're off! This is the fight people came to see!
Firing a sequence of fists, Dachs gains the upper hand and works Brennan into the ropes, chopping at his chest before slingshotting him across the ring. Catching Brennan on the return, the smaller man ably hoists Brennan into the air, spinning him over and dropping him to the mat with a tilt-a-whirl slam.
Alecia Matthews: Dachs with another cover!
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Daniel Knight: And Brennan just barely kicks out again.
Irritated at his inability to put Brennan away, Dachs drops a knee square into the vagrant's throat, covering him once more for the pin, imploring him to stay down this time.
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...but Brennan kicks out, pulling himself back upright as Dachs once more argues with the ref over his rate of counting. The referee is nearly blindsided as well as Brennan uses the moment of reprieve to come barreling into both men, sending Dachs to the ground and the ref diving for safety. Brennan topples right down on top of Dachs, laying into him with a bevy of punches and ill placed strikes.
Alecia Matthews: Brennan is trying to show that he's still in this thing!
Daniel Knight: He should just throw it in. Look at him - this is embarrassing!
Brennan pulls Dachs upright, locking in a chokehold as the ref begins the quick count, imploring Brennan to break the hold as Dachs struggles against it. Lean as he may, Brennan cannot keep Dachs seated for long, as he rises slowly to his feet, Brennan's hold still locked in. Brennan tries rocking him back and forth, looking to wear him down more into a possible submission, but Dachs is wry enough to bring both arms up behind Brennan's head and drops to a seat, driving his opponents chin into the top of his skull and sending him reeling.
Alecia Matthews: Dachs broke the hold! He's got him right where he wants him, and - wait, what's going on here?
Alecia's attention - as well as Dachs, the referee, and practically everyone not named David Brennan - is drawn toward the stage, where David's agent Chris Meyer has quietly emerged, arms crossed, holding back while surveying the situation with his up til now missing client.
Daniel Knight: Now, what's he doing out here?
Alecia Matthews: That's Chris Meyer, better known to long time fans as former up and comer Chris Avalon, who we know in recent weeks has begun watching over David Brennan, and, well - Maxwell Dachs doesn't look too happy to see him here.
Indeed, Dachs, fuming over the pace of his first match and now having to deal with unwarranted draws from his own spotlight, exits the ring, storming up the ramp to confront Meyer, who calmly meets him halfway, trying to alleviate the situation.
Alecia Matthews: Chris Meyer didn't come here looking for a fight, but Dachs is none too pleased with this turn of events.
Daniel Knight: It looks like Meyer is trying to coax him back into the ring. Dachs would do well to heed his advice and just take home the win.
Back at ring side, Meyer continues to implore Dachs to return to the ring and finish the match. The referee steps through the ropes now, trying to reason with both men. Dachs waves Meyer off, stepping back through the ropes as the referee continues to argue with the agent, shouting back and forth with him, insisting he exit the ringside area.
Daniel Knight: The referee here trying to restore some order and OH MY GOD!!!
With the referee temporarily distracted, Brennan seizes the moment and cracks an unseen PBR tall boy across the back of Dachs' skull, sending him toppling to the mat in a heap and a sea of spray and foam.
Alecia Matthews: The ref didn't see it! The ref didn't see it! And - dammit, Brennan with the cover!!
Sensing the commotion, the ref turns back to see Brennan slumped across Maxwell Dachs. Dropping to the mat, he calls for the count...
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Daniel Knight: Dammit!
Alecia Matthews: Decorum, Daniel!
Daniel Knight: To hell with decorum - David Brennan hasn't won an honest match since returning to the WFWF and now he's stolen the debut of a guaranteed star!!!
Chris Meyer hops up to the mat, chiding the referee for the call, but the bell has already rung. As quickly as he'd swiped the match, Brennan rolls out of the ring opposite Chris Meyer, and quickly hops the rail, exiting with haste through the sea of WFWF fans as Dachs is left reeling from the hit as Meyer continues arguing with the official.
Alecia Matthews: Chris Meyer is not happy with these results, and you've got to wonder whether he's feeling a bit of guilt right now, having created the distraction for David Brennan to strike without warning.
Daniel Knight: Well folks I’m just hearing now that Mike Jette, who earlier on was been taken to the local hospital, has had an initial diagnosis and it seems he’s suffered a torn meniscus! Once again that’s only from a primary assessment and we’ll keep you all up to date through WFWF.com in the days to follow.
Alecia Matthews: Speaking of which Frank Lynn left the building long before we were able to approach him for an interview of sorts and as such expect an update on his status through the very same medium.
Suddenly the arena goes dark, almost pitch black, but Vass can still be seen.
Daniel Knight: And here we go, co main event time! Let's send it up to Christa Adina to get us started!
Christa Adina: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is your co-main event of the evening! Introducing first, from Calgary, Alberta, Canada, weighing in at 215 pounds. Vass..."The...Slayer"!
As Vass enters the arena, he takes a look around and takes in his surroundings. He slowly walks to the stage, then stops in place. His head is down, and he's clutching his wrist. Once "War Pigs" by Black Sabbath hits, he shakes his head and punches the air, tightens his gloves and begins to walk down to the ring.
Alecia Matthews: Vass come so close to pulling off the upset on Future at Exodus, and I think it's easy to see why he accepted the bout without hesitation. He looks extremely confident.
Daniel Knight: Channeling that confidence is going to be key for Vass here tonight, as it was that overconfidence that cost him in the pair's first meeting.
The lights get brighter, and the intensity is palpable, as this man is shrouded in mystery. He walks slowly, focused on the ring. He slides under the ropes and jumps up from a prone position.
Alecia Matthews: Historically in legend versus upstart matches, the veteran usually catches the upstart looking starstruck.
Daniel Knight: Perhaps it's the enigmatic presence and poise of Vass that threw Future off his game. What we know about Vass is that he has a lot of upside with his second generation upbringing. He is no stranger to the business, and that makes him a very dangerous draw.
He punches the air a few more times and then climbs the turnbuckle and raises his arm.
The arena lights dim from movie theater pre-credits to completely pitch dark. A single spotlight shines from the rafters down into the ring, in the form of the 'F' Future symbol. The spotlight (Futch Signal) maneuvers its luminescent green life from its cage of the ring ropes to the base of the WFWF entrance stage. The crowd hushes in anticipation before the synth piano keys of Childish Gambino's II. Earth: The Oldest Computer hits the amplifiers and the crowd erupts with a deafening pop.
Future flashes out from behind the black curtain, firmly planting his feet on the main stage and centering his stance in the middle of the lit-up Futch signal.
Christa Adina: Ladies annnnnd geeentlemen, introducing his opponent, From ARGENT CITTTYYYY! Weighing in 202 pounds, he is the WFWF's first and longest standing Superhero...WFWF Hall of Famer....THE FUUUUU-TURE!
Daniel Knight: I love this entrance!
Soaking in the introduction, Future raises his hand over his eyes as if blocking out the sun's glare & as he scans the arena for cheering fans, he is met with them every single place his eyes meet. Squinting his eyes, Future breaks his pose with a quick swing of his left arm as the song kicks into a semi-automatic burst of energy, he begins breaking stride down the entrance ramp with his arms spread wide on both sides, making wing-like reaches for the hands of throngs of fans trying to outstretch their fingertips to meet his. The spotlight of the Futch-signal following him, he lowers his arms from the crucifix position & stomps his right foot as the light breaks & dissipates into thousands of tiny molecules of light which disperses through the crowd & makes its way through fans in the audience like translucent fireflies.
Alecia Matthews: It is certainly an inspirational moment everytime the Hall of Famer steps into the ring!
Daniel Knight: Right you are, Alecia. We've seen cancer take many people, including fellow Hall of Famer Shawn Malakai, but Future has proven that cancer can be beaten!
Alecia Matthews: And what's even more mind blowing is that even after twelve years away, there was very little ring rust in the Caped Futchator upon his return.
After favoring a few of the younger fans in the audience, some wearing replica Future masks, he jogs in place before gingerly jogging up the steel ring steps, pausing to pose on the apron before entering the ring. He reaches out for the top rope and springboard-hops over it, catching his balance in the ring with a tumble forward into a forearm-swooping pose in a kneeled stance.
Daniel Knight: Future was more than happy to accept a rematch with Vass, and he looks to go for his second straight win over the young upstart with this victory being even more definitive!
After absorbing more of the crowd's adulation, Future encroaches the corner and stands on the second turnbuckle, cape in hand, as he waves it over the lower half of his face until it covers everything below the upper cheekbone.
Alecia Matthews: I think Future knows that Vass is for real. So while he's certainly the showman, I expect him to be on point tonight.
In one quick full-180 pounce, Future hops down from the turnbuckle and undoes the clasp on his cape, removes his vest and hands them both to the referee for safe keeping. He fidgets with the lower parts of his mask, fitting them firmly to his cheeks as he paces the ring and awaits the start of the match.
DING DING!
Daniel Knight: Round two is underway!
Future and Vass circle the ring, with Future stopping to offer a handshake. Vass slaps it away and immediately pulls Future into a tight side headlock. Future looks to navigate an escape, with Vass clinging to his advantage. Future fights the hands, before spinning out and bringing Vass to the mat with a top wristlock. Vass with a bridge before spinning and taking Future to the mat with an ankle pick single. In the scramble, it's Future who seizes the advantage with an arm wringer. Future goes to work on the arm, chaining it into a deep arm drag. Vass pops up and Future with his trademark taunt stops the upstart in his tracks.
Daniel Knight: The Hall of Famer is certainly a showman!
On the reset they tie up, and Vass gains the advantage with a deep hammerlock. Future looks to escape and manages to with spin out into a side headlock. Vass pushes him off into the ropes. Future comes off and flattens him with a big shoulder block. Future looks to quicken the pace as he hurdles the Vass drop down. Vass looks for a monkey flip and Future dive rolls over, catching Vass as he stands up with a stiff knife edge chop! Vass swings and misses with a wild right hand and Future makes him pay with a dropsault! Cover,
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Vass with a kickout!
Future is back on him with a second knife edge chop as Vass backs up into a neutral corner. Future going to work with hard forearm shivers to the temple to force Vass to cover up! A whip to the opposite buckle is reversed. Vass looks to follow in, but Future goes up and over. Vass stops before hitting the buckle and turns around, and Future looks to elevate him with a back suplex. Vass flips and lands on his feet, catching Future as he turns around. MICHINOKU DRIVER PLANTS HIM! Vass with the cover,
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Kickout by Future!
Alecia Matthews: And suddenly, Vass has turned the tide in this match!
And he certainly knows it Alecia, which is why Vass immediately goes to the heavy ground and pound in order to soften the Caped Futchator up. Future covers up and Vass stands up, stomping the gut. Future sits up, trying to catch his breath and Vass punishes him with a stiff punt to the head! Vass stalks Future, measuring him and leaping into the air before driving an elbow into the sternum. Vass with a cover,
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Kickout by Future!
Vass looks to pick Future up, AND GETS CAUGHT SLEEPING WITH AN INSIDE CRADLE!
Daniel Knight: Just like Exodus!
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Kickout by Vass!
Both men return to their feet and Vass is first to the punch with a stiff right hand to the jaw. Future fires back with a right of his own. Another big right scores, dropping Vass! Vass pops back up and Future takes him down with a high back elbow. Vass is back up, and a jumping knee scores followed by a roaring elbow to the temple. Vass is on skates and Future shoots him into the ropes. Vass comes off and Future sends him flying with a MASSIVE RELEASE BELLY TO BELLY! Vass looks to roll out of the ring and Future isn't going to give him any space! SLINGSHOT PESCADO TO THE FLOOR TAKES BOTH MEN DOWN! F*CK YEAH!
Alecia Matthews: Future is rolling!
Future stands up and does a version of his signature pose to the crowd before pulling Vass up to his feet. He rolls him into the ring and perches himself up on the apron. Springboard to the top rope, FREELY FALLING OBJECT (FRONT MISSILE DROPKICK) MISSES AND VASS HAS THE LEGS! SLAYER SHARPSHOOTER (INVERTED SHARPSHOOTER) LOCKED IN! Vass is trying to turn Future over, but the Hall of Famer is having none of it as he fights it off! Vass with a stomp to the gut, then rolls through with a jack jacknife pin!
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BEAUTIFUL BRIDGE BY FUTURE TO BRING BOTH MEN TO A VERTICAL BASE!
Daniel Knight: That is impressive core strength by the Caped Futchator!
Alecia Matthews: Impressive?
Daniel Knight: Actually, it's more like superhuman!
Har..har..har...Daniel's a comic book nerd! Oh yeah, the match is still going on! Off the bridge, Future spins and looks for a head and arm Paradox (Capture Suplex), but Vass is able to fight him off with a back elbow to the jaw! Spinning backfist lands! SLAYER STUNNER (STUNNER)! VASS FALLS INTO THE COVER,
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KICKOUT BY FUTURE!
Alecia Matthews: So close, and you can just see Vass's heart break a little there!
It does, but Vass isn't done yet. Future is still stirring, checking his jaw as he climbs to his feet. Vass gains a head of steam as he runs off the ropes. Future stands up and Vass drops him with a huge running STO! Vass cautiously climbs out to the apron. He springboards to the top! CALGARY CURB STOMP IS CUT OFF BY THE STREET FIGHTER UPPERCUT! HOLY SH*T! Future picks up the punch drunk Vass and sets him up! SAVES THE DAY (VERTEBREAKER)! COVER!
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Daniel Knight: That's two in a row!
Christa Adina: Here is your winner, The Future!
The ref raises Futch's hand as he is still checking his jaw from that Stunner earlier in the match. He looks down at the fallen Vass and nods his head in acknowledgement of a hard fought battle.
Alecia Matthews: Future said before the match he wanted a more decisive victory, and he got it. The Hall of Famer is rolling toward SuperBrawl!
Daniel Knight: And you have to believe the main in the main event tonight, Joe Bishop, was watching this match closely after Future called him out the other week. With a victory for the returning legend Bishop’s going to have to answer with resounding gusto.
Well we won’t have to wait long to find out as the main event is coming right after these ads folks. |
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Post by Drakz on Aug 14, 2016 15:42:43 GMT -5
Alecia Matthews: Well here we go everyone, it's time for the main event.
Christa Adina: Ladies and gentlemen - tonight's main event is a triple threat match and is scheduled for one fall!
"Running Free" by Iron Maiden rings out throughout the arena as the sellout crowd turns their attention toward the stage in anticipation for what should be an absolute firecracker of a match.
Christa Adina: Introducing first, from Hollywood, Florida, weighing in at two hundred and thirty pounds - Brandon Bison!!!
The crowd pops in anticipation of the young rookie's arrival, to no avail. The music continues on with no sign of Bison stepping through the curtain.
Christa Adina: Err...Brandon Bison!!!
Even at the second call of his name, Bison is nowhere to be found.
Alecia Matthews: Bison has a big opportunity to prove himself here tonight against two veterans of the game.
Daniel Knight: That he does, but he kinda needs to show up if he's to seize that opportunity.
Bison's music plays on as Christa confers with the ringside crew. Suddenly, without warning, darkness engulfs the arena as 'Stay Away' hits the loudspeakers, cutting into Bison's music entirely. On the titantron a clips of Bishop's two spells in the WFWF are interjected by clips of the Englishman competing around the world, with competitors much less familiar to the American audience.
Christa Adina: Fine, whatever. Introducing...first - from Wimbeldon, England, weighing in at two hundred and five pounds - Josh Bishop!!!
At “Monkey See, Monkey Do” a flash of pyro blasts out of the stage and from behind the curtain comes Joe Bishop, to a hostile reception from the WFWF fans. The Englishman raises his right arm, with his hand forming a fist, as he takes a few seconds to take in the abuse from the crowd. Then, once the atmosphere dies down, Bishop begins to march down the ramp, concealing his emotions from the audience and looking entirely focused on his upcoming match.
Alecia Matthews: Joe Bishop is clearly unprepared to stand around waiting for his opponents to make their move. He's been on an absolute streak since returning to the WFWF, and it looks as though no absentee opponent is going to stall him tonight.
Bishop climbs up the ring steps, and enters the ring through the second and third rope. He is left completely still in the middle of the ring - with his arms folded as the music fades and the lights return – ready to take on his opponent.
Daniel Knight: And he's a consummate competitor here - he's not going to allow Bison's absence to waver his preparedness in the least.
"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!"
Christa Adina: ...and introducing his opponent - from Chicaco, Illinois, weighing in at one hundred and eighty five pounds - Cam Nitta!!!
Cam emerges from behind the curtains, cloaked in a black hood and black jacket. He extends his hands towards the fans as he walks down the entrance way, but he doesn't seem to care much for them high-fiving.
Alecia Matthews: Cam Nitta has yet to recapture the momentum that earmarked his earliest days in the WFWF since his most recent return, but tonight, he's looking for a huge upset over a name in Joe Bishop that could launch him right back into the conversation.
Arriving at the ring, he sheds his coat as the chorus hits, setting off a brilliant display of pyro back up on the stage as his music fades. Flexing the ropes, Cam stretches his limbs, eyeing Bishop across the ring as both men prepare for their encounter.
Daniel Knight: Annnd it looks like we'll be delving into singles competition here for our main event - bear in mind, folks: the WFWF card is always advertised 'subject to change', and this sort of scenario is exactly why - and it looks like we're off!
The bell rings and Joe Bishop wastes no time bellying right up to his opponent, pulling Cam right into a dominant lockup. Quickly gaining the leverage of strength, he forces Cam down to his knees, breaking his grip and laying into his opponent with a flurry of swift kicks to the torso.
Daniel Knight: Bishop right out of the gate, taking it right to Cam Nitta!
The kicks continue to fly, even as Cam fights to hold them back. Stepping back momentarily, Bishop hauls off to cap off his attack with a low placed super kick to the downed prodigy, but the strike misses the mark as Cam musters the energy to leap to his feet, dodging the kick and running off the ropes, coming back at his assailant with a flying shoulder, sending both men crashing to the mat.
Alecia Matthews: What a response from Cam Nitta!
Daniel Knight: Even under the duress of assault, he knows what it would mean to fell the two-time International Champion!
Nitta strains to regain his footing, hoping to capitalize on the downed state of Bishop, but it's Bishop who's quicker to right himself, stalling Nitta's rise with a strike to the head. He continues the assault, working Nitta into the corner, leveling him in place with a series of knife edge chops. Nitta reels from each hit, the strikes wearing down his resistance to the attack, and before long, he finds himself worn enough to get whipped across the ring into the opposite corner, receiving not a moment of reprieve as he lands against the turnbuckles as Bishop comes flying in behind him with a devastating splash into the corner, sending Nitta tumbling to the mat as Bishop stalls himself, raising his arms in triumph.
Alecia Matthews: Joe Bishop is on absolute fire tonight! Cam Nitta is going to need to pull out all the - oh, there's the cover.
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Daniel Knight: And Nitta just barely escapes!
Using Nitta's slight rise against him, Bishop locks an arm around the neck of his opponent, dragging him to the mat and doubling down on the hold as the ref comes in to check for the tap.
Alecia Matthews: Bishop is looking to wear Nitta down any way he can, and he may just put him away right here!
Drawing every ounce of strength in his being, Nitta begins waving his legs, looking to roll out of the hold, compounded by the obvious weight advantage Bishop holds over the diminutive competitor. He swings his leg violently, looking once more for any pull he can muster to shake Bishop off, and he's thrown for a complete curve as his final attempt sends him flying out of the hold as Bishop releases him. Rolling to his feet, he's barely able to regain his senses before Bishop comes crashing in with a knockout clothesline that sends Nitta head over feet back to the mat.
Daniel Knight: Good god, what a hit! That's gotta do it!
As if echoing Daniel's sentiment, Bishop easily goes down once more for the cover.
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Alecia Matthews: Almost had it!
Bishop looks up in disbelief at the ref signaling only the count of two, perplexed at how Cam could still have anything left ticking. His surprise is accentuated as Cam seizes the open moment of distraction to school boy Bishop back down to the mat for the count.
Daniel Knight: Nitta with a cover!!!
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...Bishop handily kicks out, launching Nitta skyward, who is able to just barely land upright, staggering for balance as Bishop comes back to his feet, staring daggers at the opponent who'd nearly usurped his upper hand.
Alecia Matthews: It's safe to say, I think, that Bishop did not appreciate what almost just happened there.
Daring to take the edge one step further, Cam musters the strength of launches at Bishop, waving at him with a series of strikes as Bishop can only return in alternating fashion. Adding his feet to the mix, Nitta doubles down on the midsection of his opponent, kicking again and again and again until the assault is enough to have Bishop hunched over just enough. Nitta seizes the underside of Bishop's head and takes off toward the corner, looking to plant him with a flying neck breaker. Bishop is able to counter, tossing Nitta off mid air. Anticipating the counter, Nitta rolls back to a fighting stance, lunging once more at Bishop, whose outstretched arm misses as Nitta ducks the clothesline, rebounding off the ropes and launching over Bishop's head, and, landing on the second rope, springboards backward with an outstretched elbow that misses the mark as Bishop catches the parkour expert on his shoulder, slamming him to the mat.
Alecia Matthews: Can you believe it?!
Daniel Knight: That's got to be it for Cam Nitta but it was absolutely anyone's game for a moment there!
Mouthing "You want to fly?" at the downed Cam Nitta, Bishop pumps his fist in anticipated victory, drawing the favor of the crowd as he exits the ring, making for the corner nearest his fallen opponent.
Daniel Knight: Nobody will argue that Nitta's loss here will have been hard fought, but it still looks to be all but - wait a second here!
The crowd erupts as Bishop finds himself mid-climb, his sure fire victory perhaps now in jeopardy as Brandon Bison hits the ring, sliding beneath the ropes and diving atop the fallen Cam Nitta, demanding the ref make the count as he hooks the leg.
Daniel Knight: He can't do that!
Alecia Matthews: He's still in the match!
Daniel Knight: He can't do that!
Reluctantly, the ref drops to his knees, obliging with Bison's demands as he initiates the count.
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Alecia Matthews: OH!!!
Bison's count is interrupted at he finds himself sandwiched between Cam Nitta and Joe Bishop, who executed a picture perfect 450 splash, landing atop both men as the crowd reaches a fever pitch. Leaping to his feet with an almost raw energy coursing through his veins, Joe slams his fists down at his side, riding the adrenaline of the maneuver he just landed, surveying the carnage around him.
Daniel Knight: In the waning moments of this bout, we've finally been treated to the advertised triple threat match, and in a matter of seconds, Joe Bishop has proven to be the dominating force here tonight!
Alecia Matthews: He still needs the pin fall though, and Nitta has been an absolute pill about going down for the count tonight.
Looking to either side of himself, Bishop surveys his opponents, fixing his gaze upon his most combative opponent of the night, Cam Nitta. Mouthing what appears to be the words 'Next time', he flips Bison over with a twitch of his foot, covering the late comer with a right hook of the leg.
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Daniel Knight: There's your pin fall!
Bishop slaps the mat as he rises to his knees, his music blaring throughout the arena as the ref comes down at his side to raise his hand in victory.
Christa Adina: Ladies and gentlemen, your winner, by way of pin fall - Joe Bishop!!!
Bishop rises to his feet, making it a point to step over Brandon Bison as he makes his way outside the ring. On the mat, Bison reels as Nitta begins to regain his bearings, taking stock of the situation that has unfolded as Bishop makes his way up the ramp, his arms raised triumphantly in defiant victory.
Alecia Matthews: What a match for both these men tonight - that is, to say Joe Bishop and Cam Nitta, and what a dominant performance by Bishop. He's just put the entire locker room on notice, Daniel!
Daniel Knight: Anyone in the back has got to be considering their own position in the company after that match Alecia. We've just witnessed not only a clinical display of talent, but an underlying message that there is no parallel to an honest to goodness show of the fighting spirit here in the WFWF.
Just before the camera's fade out Bishop looks at the camera and whilst pointing at himself mouths 'The Future'.
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Post by Drakz on Aug 14, 2016 15:46:44 GMT -5
There we go people. Sorry it was delayed, it's becoming a bit of a habit I'm afraid. These things tend to happen with Superbrawl so close though. As you can imagine there's a lot to keep control of to ensure everyone has something big to work with. Thanks to CM Poor for pulling double duty, writing both his own match and the main event as well as his segs. MVP no doubt son. jdfranchise for the Vass/Future rematch, Dex for his match, bad guy™ for Wolf/McLargehuge and the seg that followed, and everyone who submitted segs for their characters. Nice one y'all. |
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Post by Dex on Aug 14, 2016 16:59:55 GMT -5
Good show. Still some good uncertainty about the SuperBrawl main-event, i'm hoping for a multi man match. Doctor Mantis against Stan McMann is interesting, I wonder if Big will somehow throw himself in. The Brennan segments were the carrying points on the show, and it was a nice little story. Bison coming late into his match was a good laugh. Next show should be great.
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Post by dachs on Aug 14, 2016 17:55:20 GMT -5
great show.
dachs was robbed. that drunk bamboozled dachs smh.
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Post by bad guy™ on Aug 14, 2016 18:17:16 GMT -5
Good show. Still some good uncertainty about the SuperBrawl main-event, i'm hoping for a multi man match. Doctor Mantis against Stan McMann is interesting, I wonder if Big will somehow throw himself in. The Brennan segments were the carrying points on the show, and it was a nice little story. Bison coming late into his match was a good laugh. Next show should be great. Mantis/McMann is my baby. Ain't nobody touching that glorious story. |
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Post by Dex on Aug 14, 2016 18:18:13 GMT -5
Good show. Still some good uncertainty about the SuperBrawl main-event, i'm hoping for a multi man match. Doctor Mantis against Stan McMann is interesting, I wonder if Big will somehow throw himself in. The Brennan segments were the carrying points on the show, and it was a nice little story. Bison coming late into his match was a good laugh. Next show should be great. Mantis/McMann is my baby. Ain't nobody touching that glorious story. Triple threat for the WFWF Dairy Queen title. |
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Post by The Champ is Here! on Aug 14, 2016 18:28:37 GMT -5
Good stuff! Fun to see my guy debut!
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Post by jdfranchise on Aug 14, 2016 18:36:12 GMT -5
Sexuh set of results guys (I'll own up to my end of why the results were delayed), but I definitely want to say that I am impressed with the efforts of all our newer guys. With SuperBrawl being our biggest show, this is the time to get noticed. I'm digging the storylines going in, particularly the O'Deeves/Wolf storyline and the beautiful clusterf*ck in the World Title scene.
Nice work fellas.
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Post by King Richius on Aug 14, 2016 18:51:31 GMT -5
Sexuh set of results guys (I'll own up to my end of why the results were delayed), but I definitely want to say that I am impressed with the efforts of all our newer guys. With SuperBrawl being our biggest show, this is the time to get noticed. I'm digging the storylines going in, particularly the O'Deeves/Wolf storyline and the beautiful clusterf*ck in the World Title scene. Nice work fellas. If by "getting noticed" you mean "winning matches one chairshot to the head DQ at a time" then I guess Frank Lynn is getting noticed. Captain Moonshine and Stick Boy better watch their backs  |
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Post by jdfranchise on Aug 14, 2016 18:56:22 GMT -5
Sexuh set of results guys (I'll own up to my end of why the results were delayed), but I definitely want to say that I am impressed with the efforts of all our newer guys. With SuperBrawl being our biggest show, this is the time to get noticed. I'm digging the storylines going in, particularly the O'Deeves/Wolf storyline and the beautiful clusterf*ck in the World Title scene. Nice work fellas. If by "getting noticed" you mean "winning matches one chairshot to the head DQ at a time" then I guess Frank Lynn is getting noticed. Captain Moonshine and Stick Boy better watch their backs If that's what you want to go about it, that's cool. I was talking about new guys hitting the ground running. |
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Post by CM Poor on Aug 14, 2016 20:03:14 GMT -5
First off - can we all recognize Dachs for his excellent use of the word "baboozled"?
Let this show serve as a notice to all - even though it came at a delay and all that (which can always be reduced, the more people pitch in), if everyone who's active right now sticks it out these next few weeks, SuperBrawl is going to blow the lid off this place in all the right ways. There are a ton of threads going into our Wrestlemania and if everyone rides this one out, it's gonna be a hell of a show where a lot of names could be made.
I'm almost never this positive, so take that for what it's worth.
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Post by jdfranchise on Aug 14, 2016 21:14:10 GMT -5
First off - can we all recognize Dachs for his excellent use of the word "baboozled"? Let this show serve as a notice to all - even though it came at a delay and all that (which can always be reduced, the more people pitch in), if everyone who's active right now sticks it out these next few weeks, SuperBrawl is going to blow the lid off this place in all the right ways. There are a ton of threads going into our Wrestlemania and if everyone rides this one out, it's gonna be a hell of a show where a lot of names could be made. I'm almost never this positive, so take that for what it's worth. It's true. In fact, what the f*ck is wrong with you? |
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Post by CM Poor on Aug 14, 2016 21:20:49 GMT -5
First off - can we all recognize Dachs for his excellent use of the word "baboozled"? Let this show serve as a notice to all - even though it came at a delay and all that (which can always be reduced, the more people pitch in), if everyone who's active right now sticks it out these next few weeks, SuperBrawl is going to blow the lid off this place in all the right ways. There are a ton of threads going into our Wrestlemania and if everyone rides this one out, it's gonna be a hell of a show where a lot of names could be made. I'm almost never this positive, so take that for what it's worth. It's true. In fact, what the f*ck is wrong with you? I blame the kid, man. He's turned me soft. |
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Post by dachs on Aug 14, 2016 21:46:47 GMT -5
It's true. In fact, what the f*ck is wrong with you? I blame the kid, man. He's turned me soft. its the power of dachslemania baybay |
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Post by CM Poor on Aug 15, 2016 5:11:34 GMT -5
I blame the kid, man. He's turned me soft. its the power of dachslemania baybay Fun fact: one of my all time favorite off the rails, total meltdown character RPs here featured the phrase "that's the power of Pinesol, baby" at a key turning point in the narrative. |
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TURN YOUR DREAMS INTO NIGHTMARE!!!!
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Post by BIG MCLARGEHUGE on Aug 15, 2016 11:03:12 GMT -5
PBR? That's vile.
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Post by The Future on Aug 17, 2016 7:41:14 GMT -5
Holy chit. Huge, huge thanks to jdfranchise for how he handled my match with Vass, really gave him credibility while still making both our characters look strong for how well a feud we had. I appreciate you taking on the writing, I'm sure I'll give it a go writing a match or two of mine down the line once I'm more comfortable with getting into that aspect of RP writing (really rusty on my matches). Whoever wrote the main event...and the way that we got foreshadowing from the announcers and the closing image with the mouthing of 'The Future' was just brilliant brilliant tension building in booking. That combined with the Toboggan and Charles stuff made this a really entertaining show on the road to SB. |
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I dont know good luck 
