WFWF presents "Horizon" - Results

We head backstage where the esteemed *cough* owner of the WFWF Trace Demon is walking through the corridor. Or rather, that should be hopping, aided by two crutches after he was injured *cough again* last week at the hands of Samael Ahriman. However if you’re the boss then you hop in style, with Trace having two very lovely ladies helping him make his way through the building. Blonde on the right, redhead on the left. It’s good to be the king.


Lila Sleater: I bet you think you’re pretty smart, don’t you?


Well, it was good while it lasted. Lila Sleater stands directly in Trace’s path, unimpressed by the sight in front of her.


Trace Demon: Well yeah, obviously, but I’m not sure what that has to do with anything. Now if you’ll just toddle along and let me try and enjoy the night.


He looks from the blonde to the redhead, they both giggle. He grins.


Trace Demon: You know, as best as a one legged man can.


Lila Sleater: Oh please. You don’t fool me Trace. In fact I’m pretty sure you don’t fool anyone. We both know that there’s nothing wrong with your leg.


Trace Demon: Lila! I’m insulted at the insinuation. You better watch yourself, wouldn’t want to have to fire up my lawyers to deal with slander, would I?


Lila Sleater: You can play this however you want Trace, but I’m not stupid. I know you’re game, I know how you operate, I know you. I also know that the doctors note you provided, the one from your so called personal physician? It only lasts for this show, which means after tonight you’re medically cleared to compete, correct?


Trace Demon: I’m glad to see you’ve finally learned how to read.


Lila is not amused. Trace on the other hand is overly so.


Lila Sleater: And I hope you remember how to actually wrestle, because next week you’re going to be in action. And before you even think of getting another doctors note, I’ve spoken to our sponsors and they believe, in the interest of your health, that if you can’t compete next week then you also won’t be able to compete at Superbrawl.


Trace’s grin turns to a scowl, just for a second, then he switches on the façade once more.


Trace Demon: I’m a wrestler Lila, did you think making me wrestle would piss me off or something? Well guess what, find your best, I want a challenge. Now if you’ll excuse me, me and my friends have somewhere else to be.


Trace continues to grin as he and his ‘friends’ push past Lila. However it’s Lila’s turn to grin the moment that Trace is out of earshot.


Lila Sleater: You want a challenge Trace, oh, just you wait.


Daniel Knight: Up next is the second of three Golden Opportunity Championship qualifying matches tonight. This one features LeeRoy Jenkins and Frank Lynn, two men who don’t need a potential championship to inspire them to fight.


Alecia Matthews: Right you are, Daniel. Lynn and Jenkins were part of that tag match that went horribly wrong for everybody involved at Defiance. Mike Jette suffered a severe injury taking him out of action indefinitely. When Frank Lynn saw his dreams of tag team gold end so abruptly, he snapped and viciously attacked Jenkins and his partner, Danté Brooks.


Daniel Knight: Frank sure did snap, proving just what a psycho lunatic he is but LeeRoy responded in kind with a chair shot to Frank’s head. Then both he and Brooks beat down Frank until the referee and security could break it up.


Alecia Matthews: Now there is serious bad blood between these two which could make this match very ugly. We have some footage from earlier today that shows just how much these two want to hurt each other.


The smiling faces of Alecia and Daniel are replaced by a shot of the parking lot still bathed in the late afternoon sun. Fans are lined up along the barricades separating them from the wrestlers entrance area. A WFWF.COM staffer is interviewing random fans about who they came to see.


Big McLargehuge! He’s awesome!


Are you kidding me? He’s as dumb as a rock with a learning disability. Maxwell Dachs is the man!


I came to see the Franchise Joshua Dean!


F*ck all of ‘em! David Brennan is the king! (screamed by a very drunk fan who then pukes on the WFWF staff person’s shoes)


The fans are interrupted by loud yelling from between a black pickup truck and a red sports car. The camera quickly pans over to show LeeRoy Jenkins and Frank Lynn in a heated argument.


Frank Lynn:How’s the back? Can you even stand up straight?


LeeRoy Jenkins:My back is just fine, how’s your head? Still ringing?


Frank Lynn:You are in so much trouble tonight! I’m gonna hurt you real bad boy!


LeeRoy Jenkins:Not this time psycho! I’m ready for you! You won’t sneak up on me from behind!


Frank Lynn:I won’t need to! I’ll slap you in your face and you won’t do squat about it! I’m Fearless Frank Lynn you stupid motherf*cker!


LeeRoy Jenkins:And I’m LeeRoy Jenkins! White lightning is ‘bout to strike your ass down!


Frank and LeeRoy start throwing wild punches at each other. Frank grabs LeeRoy and slams him into the side of the pickup truck. LeeRoy picks Frank up and throws him onto the car. The two continue fighting as they roll across the hood of the car back to the concrete and into an SUV setting off the car alarm. The fans start a dueling chant of “LeeRoy!” and “Frank Lynn!”


A dozen WFWF security and staffers rush out to the parking lot and separate the two wrestlers. Frank and LeeRoy are dragged away inside the arena and out of sight, screaming at each other the entire time.


The video jump cuts to the locker room some time later. Lila Sleater is standing in between Frank Lynn and LeeRoy Jenkins who are giving each other death stares.


Lila Sleater: Gentlemen, and I am using the term very loosely, I am putting my foot down. You are in a qualifying match for the Golden Opportunity Championship. This title ushers in a new era of opportunity for all WFWF superstars. I will not have you sullying it by turning your match into a bloody brawl. You will have a clean fight or you will both fail to qualify.


Lila pauses for a moment to take in the confused looks on both of their faces. They are not happy with her announcement as they really want to hurt if not kill each other.


Lila Sleater: That’s right! I am instituting a zero tolerance policy for your match. You break the rules just once and you will be disqualified.


If you want to beat each other senseless with chairs or fight like animals in a parking lot, do it on your own time. This qualifying match will represent the best the WFWF has to offer, not the worst. Don’t say anything, just nod if you understand what I’m saying.


Lila pats each wrestler on the shoulder and walks away leaving them locked in their mutual death stare as the video fades to black.


Alecia Matthews: I didn’t realize we had that extra footage of Lila but it changes everything. These two may want to rip each other’s head off but Lila is not having it.


Daniel Knight: She made it very clear. The Golden Opportunity Championship is bringing a new era to the WFWF, an era she wants to represent the highest level of competition in the WFWF.


Alecia Matthews: It should be very interesting to see if Lynn and Jenkins can contain their emotions and have a wrestling match instead of a fight. The incentive is there to behave.


Daniel Knight: Yes it is. They have to ask themselves what means more: being a part of SuperBrawl wrestling for the Golden Opportunity Championship or getting revenge.


Alecia Matthews: It looks like Christa is ready so let’s go to the ring for the introductions.


Christa Adina: The following is a Golden Opportunity Championship qualifier match!


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.


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 pulls a Zippo lighter out of his pocket. A close-up camera shot shows that is decorated with a buffed out Uncle Sam with a menacing eagle holding the American flag. He takes a big swig of the shine, flicks the Zippo into action, and spits shine though the lighter’s flame sending a large fireball into the air. The fans cheer for the fire breathing moonshiner.


Daniel Knight: Whoa! Looks like White Lightnin’ Jenkins has added some pizzazz to his entrance.


Alecia Matthews: He certainly looks pumped up and ready for this match.


Then he 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 cracks it 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.


Christa Adina: Introducing first, standing 6’ 3” and weighing 245 lbs., he is LeeRoy “White Lightning” Jenkinnnnnns!


The lights dim. The first guitar screams of "21st Century Schizoid Man" blast out over the arena. A white silhouette of a B-52 bomber flies over the giant black screens above the entrance stage. A figure jumps out of the plane. When the figure hits the bottom of the screen, it explodes and "FRANK LYNN" appears on the screen in huge block letters that cycle through colors from white to yellow to orange to red. Frank Lynn appears on the stage under his name, head down and arms crossed.


When the song gets to the chorus Frank lifts his head up with a wild look in his eyes, spreads his arms out, lets out a scream, and does a back flip landing on one knee like a runner's starting position. The letters on the screen dissolve into a silhouette of Frank. The silhouette seems to jump right out of the screen as the perspective changes to one looking up as he free falls towards you. The background goes into a "hyperspace warp" effect. Frank runs down the ramp and jumps on the ring apron. Then he does a springboard front flip to land in the center of the ring with his arms spread out.


Christa Adina: Ladies and Gentlemen, now entering the ring from Boston, Massachusetts standing at 6’ 2” and weighing 225 lbs., he is “Fearless” Frank Lynnnnnn!


Frank Lynn does a single 360 spin with his arms spread wide and hands open palms facing up, makes a fist with his right hand, beats his chest directly over his heart once, raises his right arm, and points to the sky holding the pose for five seconds before he goes to his corner.


Alecia Matthews: As per his press release, Frank Lynn is pointing to the heavens and holding it for five seconds to honor his mother and friends, one second for each victim of those tragic murders.


Daniel Knight: I’m still amazed that he didn’t take any time off. He really is a psycho nut job to wrestle under these circumstances.


Alecia Matthews: Cut him some slack. Burying yourself in your work is one way to deal with loss. Now can we drop the heavy stuff and get to calling what should be a fun match between two young stars poised on the edge of greatness. Someone is winning this match and going to a title match at SuperBrawl!


The referee makes a big show of checking each wrestler for foreign objects. Finding none he signals for the bell.


DING! DING! DING!


Lynn and Jenkins circle each other in the center of the ring looking for an opening. Frank feints to his left causing Jenkins to move right where Frank was making his real attack, a double leg takedown leaving Frank in a half guard position and working hard to get a full mount while Jenkins attempts to get into full guard. It takes a minute but Jenkins manages to get full guard, wrapping his legs around Frank’s waist and using both of his arms to pull Frank’s head into his chest. Frank struggles to get his head free so he can attempt some elbow strikes but LeeRoy, being the larger and slightly stronger man, keeps him locked down tight. Frank tries several weak knee strikes to the back of Jenkins’ legs which do no damage.


Jenkins releases his hold on Frank’s head to throw some elbows of his own, but Frank blocks them and gets a hold of LeeRoy’s right arm, twisting it around behind his back as he tries to get a kimura lock on. Jenkins is losing the leverage battle so he unlocks his legs from around Frank and scoots his way close enough to the ropes so that he can grab the bottom rope with his left arm. The referee starts a five count and Frank is forced to break the hold. The ref stands both men up and they square off again.

Alecia Matthews: Surprisingly slow and technical start from these two. Frank Lynn has always stated that he came to the WFWF to avoid those “boring” MMA fights. He said he wants to be a high flying risk taker so why is he fighting a MMA style match so far?


Daniel Knight: You can’t trust anything he says or does. He’s a liar as well as a psycho. The real question is why is Jenkins trying to match wrestling skills with an accomplished MMA fighter when he is a brawler? He should use his size and strength to pound Lynn down, not try to outwrestle him.


They get into a collar and elbow tie up, each man straining to get the better of the other. Frank makes a quick duck and turn to get Jenkins into a side headlock. He wraps his leg around Jenkins’ leg and drops him to the mat with a side Russian leg sweep, flipping on top of Jenkins and straight into a full mount. Frank hits LeeRoy with several elbow shots to the head before LeeRoy covers up with his arms. LeeRoy tries to escape the full mount but ends up giving his back to Frank who quickly slaps on a rear naked choke.


The ref jumps in and checks the hold by trying to fit his hand between Frank’s arm and Jenkins’ neck. There is no space so it is an illegal choke and the ref orders Frank to break the hold. Slightly confused by the ref’s actions as Frank has seen rear naked chokes used in matches before, he reluctantly breaks the hold and both wrestlers stand up to face off again.


Daniel Knight: And there it is, Frank Lynn stretching the rules to get an advantage. Good thing the ref is doing his job. Lila is smiling somewhere right now.


Alecia Matthews: Really Daniel? A rear naked choke is an illegal hold? Since when? The ref is taking Lila’s zero tolerance a little too far in my opinion. These two are fighting for a title shot at SuperBrawl AND for revenge! Let them go at it.


Daniel Knight: Not according to Lila. She wants these matches to showcase talent, not rule breaking and violence. The ref is doing his job making sure that is what we get.


They get into another collar and elbow tie up. This time Jenkins uses his larger size to back Frank into the corner. The ref wastes no time in breaking them apart and forcing a clean break, much to the consternation of LeeRoy who was ready to throw a haymaker at Lynn.


The crowd is getting restless and bored, which they let be known by chanting “Let them fight!” and “Boring!” Frank tries to sympathize with the crowd by pointing at the ref and yelling that it is his fault. LeeRoy seems to agree as he points at the ref too. The ref ignores it all and signals for the two wrestlers to get busy but keep it clean.


Alecia Matthews: Do you hear that Daniel? The crowd agrees with me. The ref is not letting either man get into the flow of the match.


Daniel Knight: Oh really? Are you saying that Frank Lynn, LeeRoy Jenkins, and the fans are smarter than Lila? That they all know what is better for business than her?


Alecia Matthews: Yes, I am. Enough arguing, let’s get back to calling the action… that is if there is any action to call.


Once again the two wrestlers circle each other. Frank has assumed an orthodox MMA fighting stance with his hands open and up around his head, legs spread shoulder wide ready to kick. Jenkins is in a more amateur wrestling stance facing Frank squared up and bent over slightly with his hands in front of him ready to grab at Frank. They circle each other while the crowd waits for something, anything to happen.


Frank makes a move to his left and kicks out with his right leg making solid contact with Jenkins left leg. Jenkins grabs Frank’s leg and holds on tight. Frank tries to free his leg, hopping around and trying a spinning kick that Jenkins easily avoids. Jenkins lifts Frank’s leg up high and then whips it downward with enough force that Frank falls face first to the mat. LeeRoy follows it up with an elbow drop to the middle of Frank’s spine eliciting an audible gasp from Frank.


Daniel Knight: Now there is some action. Jenkins is taking charge. The new guy is being taught a lesson by the newer guy.


Alecia Matthews: For now he is. It looks like he is going in for a quick submission win, possibly hoping that this early in the match they haven’t sweated enough to make it easy to slip out of a hold.


Jenkins quickly wraps Frank’s arm in between his legs and gets his arms under Frank’s chin pulling back with all his power on the Labelle lock. Once again the ref checks for space between Jenkins’ hands and Lynn’s neck, finding enough space that it isn’t a choke. Frank struggles against the hold, first trying unsuccessfully to get to his knees, then trying to squeeze an arm in between Jenkins’ arms and his own neck.


Agonizing moments pass as Frank works his free arm in place and with a sudden burst of energy breaks Jenkins’ hold on his neck. He quickly scrambles to free his right arm and get back to his feet. LeeRoy charges at him but Frank evades and hits a drop toe hold sending LeeRoy into the bottom rope throat first. Jenkins stumbles around grabbing at his neck.


Alecia Matthews: Nice escape from the Labelle Lock and counter by Frank Lynn. Both wrestlers are finally getting into the match without the constant interruptions by the referee.


Daniel Knight: More like lucky escape and counter by Frank Lynn. LeeRoy is the bigger and stronger competitor and he needs to use that to keep Frank down.


Alecia Matthews: He should, but Frank has other ideas.


Lynn gets in behind him and tries for a german suplex but Jenkins blocks it. Frank tries again and Jenkins blocks it again. Jenkins grabs Frank’s hands and breaks their grasp around his waist, then spins around reversing the hold so that he is now in position for a release german suplex of his own. Frank goes flying halfway across the ring and lands hard on the back of his head and neck.


Frank makes his way to his feet massaging his neck and getting ready for Jenkins next attack. He doesn’t have to wait long as LeeRoy charges in, grabs him around the waist, and flips him over his head with a belly to belly suplex. Frank slowly gets to his feet and leans against the ropes to maintain his balance. Jerkins charges in and hits a cactus clothesline sending both men over the top rope and crashing down to the floor. The crowd starts to cheer as the action heats up.


Daniel Knight: That was a nice chain of moves by Jenkins. He is really showing how much he wants to beat up Frank and go on to SuperBrawl.


Alecia Matthews: He better be careful. They’re outside the ring now and with the zero tolerance edict that could be bad for both of them. The referee is already telling them to get back in the ring.


The ref immediately starts a ten count. Jenkins gets up first and grabs Frank Lynn, looking like he is going to whip him into the ring steps. The crowd roars in anticipation of wrestler vs steel steps… a collision the wrestler almost always loses. LeeRoy stops as he hears the ref’s count rapidly approaching ten, so he changes his mind and rolls Frank back into the ring getting a round of boos from the crowd.


Alecia Matthews: Another disappointment for this crowd. They expected a grudge match but that is not what they are getting. Even Frank and LeeRoy seem to be frustrated at this point. You can just tell they want to do more than the ref is allowing.


Daniel Knight: You and this crowd sure are bloodthirsty. We’re seeing a good display of technical wrestling and you all just want to see blood.


Alecia Matthews: Get it right Daniel. We want to see the wrestlers go one hundred per cent and so far in this match they are both holding back because they don’t want to get DQ’d by an overzealous referee.


LeeRoy gets back into the ring as well but while he was doing that, Frank got up and ran towards the far ropes. Just as LeeRoy stands up in the ring and takes a few steps towards his opponent, Frank Lynn springboards off the top rope into a backflip landing right next to LeeRoy and flowing smoothly into a reverse DDT.


Frank drops down into a full mount and hits several vicious elbows to LeeRoy’s head. LeeRoy tries to cover up. Frank punches him several times in the ribs trying to get him to drop his arms so he can hit more elbows to his head but the ref grabs Frank’s arm and points at his clenched fist making the sign that is not allowed. Again Frank is very confused because what ref doesn’t allow punches in a WFWF match; its a rule nobody cares about! At first he refuses to stand up but the ref starts to motion towards the timekeeper to ring the bell so Frank reluctantly stands up and allows Jenkins to do the same.


Alecia Matthews: AGAIN?! Damn it ref!


The crowd is getting frustrated with the ref which inspires a chant of “This ref sucks!” followed by another round of “Let them fight!”


Daniel Knight: The crowd may agree with you but I have to disagree. Its about time someone took charge and made the wrestlers actually wrestle.


Frank wastes no time in going on the offensive again grabbing Jenkins and whipping him into the ropes. Frank hits a spinning heel kick squarely to LeeRoy’s jaw knocking him down to the mat. LeeRoy gets up only to be met by a standing dropkick that again hits him squarely on his jaw. LeeRoy stumbles backwards into the ropes and Frank follows him in, grabbing him and whipping him back across the ring. Frank hits a sling blade dropping Jenkins hard to the mat one more time.


Frank jumps onto the top turnbuckle, points to the sky, and leaps high into the air for a five star frog splash. Jenkins gets his knees up and Frank crashes hard, rolling around on the mat and clutching at his abdomen.


Daniel Knight: Jenkins got the knees up! That stopped Frank Lynn dead in his tracks after he had strung together several high impact moves.


Alecia Matthews: And now LeeRoy is doing the smart thing by grounding the high flyer in a Boston Crab.


Jenkins takes advantage grabbing Frank’s legs, dragging him to the center of the ring, and locking in a Boston Crab. Frank screams in pain. He tries various methods of escape but the bigger Jenkins is putting all his weight on Frank’s back and Frank is suffering. Finally, Frank manages to twist his body around and grab one of Jenkins’ legs, With a guttural shout and supreme effort Frank manages to force LeeRoy to break the hold, forcing him to the mat as he transitions into an ankle lock. Now it is Jenkins’ turn to scream in pain.


Alecia Matthews: Frank Lynn showing off his MMA skills in expertly reversing the Boston Crab into a submission hold of his own.


Jenkins starts writhing around until he works up enough leverage to spin to his back and kick up at Frank. Lynn goes flying back into the turnbuckles.


Daniel Knight: LeeRoy Jenkins also showing off some skill as he uses his superior leg strength to get out of the ankle lock.


Jenkins stands up and limps over to Frank, stepping onto the middle rope and raining punches down on Frank’s head while a now excited crowd counts along. The ref shouts at LeeRoy about “no closed fists”, then squeezes in between them forcing LeeRoy back to the center of the ring and giving Frank a break. The crowd goes crazy again as they do not appreciate the referee constantly stopping the action just as it is getting good.


Alecia Matthews: Oh come on ref! We see that all the time in the WFWF. Lila said zero tolerance for any rule breaking, not be an anal retentive jackass.


Daniel Knight: Calm down Alecia. The ref is just doing his job and technically those punches are against the rules. Just because punches are ignored most of the time doesn’t mean they are legal.


A still stunned Frank Lynn staggers towards Jenkins who kicks Frank in the stomach and grabs his head. Jenkins spins Frank around a few times before grabbing his leg with his free hand. LeeRoy gives a shout for the crowd and hits a bridging fisherman’s suplex going for a pin.


1…

2…


Daniel Knight: Pin attempt by Jenkins after hitting a perfect Fisherman’s suplex.


Alecia Matthews: Frank is in trouble. He has to dig deep now. Yes! He found that extra something and kicked out!


Frank barely kicks out, then rolls out of the ring and takes a walk on the outside while the ref starts a ten count. Frank looks at both the ref and his opponent with hatred in his eyes. Inside the ring, LeeRoy tries to stop the count as he wants to fight Frank as much as Frank wants to fight him, but the ref pushes him away and keeps counting. When the ref gets to nine, Frank slides back into the ring to break the count but he just as quickly goes back outside the ropes on the apron.


Daniel Knight: What do you say to that Alecia? Is psycho Frank afraid of the big bad moonshiner?


Alecia Matthews: Perhaps he is just being smart, trying to play mind games with LeeRoy while he recovers and plans his next move.


Jenkins looks at Frank and beckons him to enter the ring and continue the match. When Frank just stands on the apron and shrugs, LeeRoy gets impatient and charges at Frank. Frank suddenly spring boards off the top rope hitting a Lou Thesz press followed up by several brutal elbow shots to Jenkins’ head. The ref keeps a close eye on the action but Frank takes a moment to point at his elbow and tell the ref exactly where he can go.


Alecia Matthews: SPAZ ATTACK! Frank had a plan and it worked to perfection. He is finally bringing the pain to Jenkins.


Daniel Knight: The ref is questioning whether those are legal blows. Even I have to admit that they were clearly elbow shots and not punches.


Alecia Matthews: At least the ref isn’t stopping the action. But he is still affecting it. LeeRoy is making a move while Frank is busy showing the ref the difference between a fist and an elbow.


Jenkins uses that moment to grab Frank’s head and bring it crashing down into his own head, a reverse headbutt that produces a *crack* loud enough to be heard throughout the arena. Jenkins gets out from under the dazed Lynn, then yells that it is time for the STILL EXPLOSION and whips Frank into the ropes. Frank reverses the whip attempt sending Jenkins into the ropes but the ref is in the way and Jenkins hits him hard, sending the ref through the ropes and down to the floor. The crowd roars in approval as the ref lies on the floor holding his head.


Alecia Matthews: Oh man, the ref just took a big hit. Frank and LeeRoy are taking advantage of his absence to finally get some of that revenge they both want.


With the ref down and out, Frank Lynn and LeeRoy Jenkins stand face to face in the middle of the ring exchanging haymakers to the delight of the crowd. Both men give it their all hitting their opponent over and over. LeeRoy’s punches start to take a heavier toll on Frank so he stops throwing punches in return and concentrates on evading LeeRoy’s fists of fury. Lynn bobs left, then right, then straight back spinning around and flipping over to hit LeeRoy with a Pele kick.


LeeRoy is momentarily stunned allowing Frank to whip him into the ropes. Frank sets up for a back body drop but telegraphs the move and eats a boot to the face from LeeRoy. LeeRoy whips Frank into the ropes and hits a spine buster. Jenkins picks up Lynn by the head and lifts him up for a stalling vertical suplex, waiting at least ten seconds to let all the blood rush to Frank’s head before dropping him but Frank is ready and lands on his feet.


Alecia Matthews: Now that they aren’t worried about the ref, these two are turning it up. Its like they’ve had all this energy bottled up all match and somebody finally popped the cork.


Daniel Knight: Great back and forth high impact action. This is what the fans have been waiting for.


Jenkins turns around and gets super kicked in the face by Lynn. Lynn drags Jenkins towards a corner and hits a split legged moonsault, reflexively going for a cover before he realizes that the referee is still on the floor dazed and confused. Lynn changes tactics and puts Jenkins in a side headlock, cranking hard on Jenkins neck. Frank keeps looking over towards the referee who is starting to move but is still nowhere near getting back into the ring. He decides “the coast is clear.” Frank rips his MMA glove off with his teeth and starts pounding LeeRoy’s face with his bare fist.


LeeRoy responds by lifting Frank high into the air and dropping him down in a side suplex. He rolls to his side and punches Frank a half dozen times. Then he picks Frank up and whips him into the ropes, bouncing off the opposite rope himself so that they meet in the middle of the ring with both men moving at full speed. They both go for a clothesline and hit at the same time, sending both men crashing to the mat. Neither can get up. They just lay on the mat holding various sore body parts and trying to clear their heads.


Alecia Matthews: They are going all out to inflict as much pain as possible while the referee is out of the picture.


Daniel Knight: But neither can win without a ref in the ring and that is what this match is all about - winning a spot at SuperBrawl. They can get revenge any time but they only have this one shot to get into the Golden Opportunity title match.


Alecia Matthews: One of them needs to make a cover and hope that the ref recovers in time to count the 1-2-3.


The stunned referee stands up and makes his way into the ring pointing at Jenkins and yelling something about a disqualification. Both LeeRoy and Frank stagger to their feet and yell back that it was an accident. The ref seems intent on disqualifying someone but he isn’t sure whether it should be Jenkins for running into him or Lynn for whipping Jenkins at him. The two wrestlers continue yelling at the ref that it was his fault, he should have moved out of the way. There should be no DQ, just let them fight!


The crowd is rapidly losing interest and mixing up chants of “Boring!”, “F*ck you ref!”, and “This is awful!”


Alecia Matthews: Again!?!? The crowd is really angry now. Every time Lynn and Jenkins get rolling the ref steps in.


Daniel Knight: He is just doing his job making sure we get a technically superior match worthy of a possible future Golden Opportunity Champion.


Finally, the ref gives in to the two wrestlers and the crowd. He steps back and signals for them to continue the match.


Alecia Matthews: That’s the right call ref. You were in the wrong place at the wrong time.


Daniel Knight: The frustration is really visible on the faces of both Jenkins and Lynn. I don’t think either is very happy right now with how little damage they have been able to inflict on their opponent.


Frank is moving into position for his next move while LeeRoy tries to get the last word with the ref. Frank gets behind LeeRoy and puts him in a small package catching Jenkins completely by surprise! The ref drops down for the count.


1…


2…


3!


The ref calls for the bell… DING DING DING!


Christa Adina: Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of the match and second qualifier for the Golden Opportunity title match at SuperBrawl… Fearless Frank Lynnnnnnnnn!


Alecia Matthews: A small package out of nowhere! Frank Lynn did the smart thing taking advantage of a distracted LeeRoy Jenkins to get the quick pin.


Daniel Knight: This means he will be at SuperBrawl going after the Golden Opportunity Championship… and we will have to call another match with this psycho in it. I hate my life.


Alecia Matthews: One thing is certain, neither Frank Lynn nor LeeRoy Jenkins is happy with how this match played out. You can tell from looking at their faces that this is just the beginning. Their paths will cross again.


Daniel Knight: You are right. Even though he won, Frank Lynn looks pissed off at everybody and LeeRoy Jenkins is still standing in the ring waiting for round two.


Frank Lynn rolls out of the ring and makes a disgusted look at both Jenkins and the referee. The ref asks him to get back in the ring so he can raise his hand in the customary victory pose but Frank refuses, preferring to give them both a one fingered salute before stomping up the ramp and disappearing backstage.


LeeRoy Jenkins gets out of the ring looking just as disgusted as Frank while he retrieves his bottle of shine and makes his way backstage.

We cut to a crowded locker room, filled with faces unfamiliar to fans of the WFWF. Quickly the camera focuses on Joe Bishop, who finishes applying some wrist tape and rises to his feet.


Joe Bishop: I'm sure it won't have escaped your attention, that I'm not in Salt Lake City tonight. Much as I would have loved to chalk up another win in a WFWF ring on the road to SuperBrawl, I'm pleased to say that, instead, I'm here in Tokyo. See as part of the push to increase the WFWF's exposure overseas, I'm here for an inter-promotional supershow competing with some of the greatest athletes in professional wrestling.


I sent a message at Defiance, and it's only right that I show my face tonight, even though I'm 9000km away. And it was made quite clear to me, that I'm supposed to use this, as an opportunity to tell fans of the WFWF how proud I am to be representing this company.


Bishop pauses for a moment, making sure to select his words carefully.


Joe Bishop: I know very well, that what I'm about to say isn't in my own interests. It's not going to go down well. But it's the truth.


I'm not proud.


I'm not proud to be representing the WFWF. I'm glad that it's me representing this company, even though I know it's probably a choice that's been made to keep me out of that ring for a week. To halt the momentum I've been building up. But even so, I am glad that I'm representing the WFWF. I'm glad that it's me here, and not a champion who has to cheat night after night after night to keep hold of their belt. You know in most sports, when somebody cheats to win, they're stripped of their accolades on the spot, it's true of most of the wrestling promotions with competitors here too. In the WFWF it's practically expected behaviour. Well I'm glad that this show isn't going to be sullied by a WFWF wrestler who accepts that. And I'm glad I'm representing the WFWF tonight instead of a lackey who's here to say and do the 'right' things and shamelessly take the perks that come with that.

The Englishman speaks with real venom as he refers to some of the WFWF's biggest stars.


Joe Bishop: But I'm also glad that I'm representing the WFWF tonight, instead of somebody who doesn't take this promotion, or this sport, seriously.


The WFWF is not just being let down by those who want to turn it into their own little empire. By the people who are debasing professional wrestling for the sake of keeping hold of a leather strap that they're making meaningless. It's being let down by people who think it's a joke. Who think that it's not about the wrestling. It's understandable, I guess, that some are doing that. A 68 year old man isn't getting into a serious wrestling promotion, and if the WFWF has such little self respect that it's willing to open its door to people like that, then why not take advantage?


But it's not understandable when very capable wrestlers, Hall of Famers, former champions, are dragging this company down by treating it like it's a cartoon.


Last week I beat Cam Nitta and Brandon Bison. And as WFWF Defiance came to a close, I pointed to myself, and I said two words, 'The Future'. Those words have been playing on my mind a lot these past few weeks. I guess it's because, I can't help but fear that the future's pretty bleak. The WFWF is completely fractured. And it's not a clean break, it's a mishmash of vested interests and uneasy alliances. It is being broken apart by people who are obsessed with obtaining power, of one form or another, and who don't care what that does to this sport. OUR sport.


An impassioned Joe Bishop takes a moment to bring his anger under control before continuing.


Joe Bishop: The WFWF needs to be put back on the right track, and it needs somebody to spearhead that move. It needs somebody with the vision to make this company what it should be, a haven for people who love this sport, for people who want to compete for the sake of competing, not for money, or fame, or power. I believe that the WFWF fans are, by and large, smart enough to realise, that Drakz, Trace Demon, Lucas Crowe, battling with Lila Sleater, is in Kang vs. Kodos, Clinton vs. Trump territory. They're not stupid.


But I am oh so worried, that the alternative is going to spearheaded by a joke. A cartoon character. A man who looks the part, with his cape and his mask, a man who claims to embody 'The Future'.


The future that this sport deserves, that people who truly love professional wrestling deserve, is the one that I advertised in that ring against Cam Nitta and Brandon Bison, it is all about the wrestling, it is all about being better than your opponent within the laws of our game. The alternative, the future, cannot be one represented by a caped crusader, a comic book 'hero', who has paved the way for men like Stan McMann, Mantis Toboggan, Big McLargehuge to make a mockery of professional wrestling.


The disdain in Bishop's voice, as he alludes to the WFWF Hall of Famer, is obvious.


Joe Bishop: I want to be proud.


I want to be proud to call myself a WFWF wrestler. It's not going to happen while Trace Demon, Lila Sleater or our sponsors, have control of this 'company'. But it's also not going to happen while men like The Future treat our sport like it's a joke. 'Futch', you could be a real driving force for positive change, because - I'm not denying it for a second – you can wrestle. But you seem content with being a gimmick. Being a Marvel character. Being a joke.


There can't be a place for that in the WFWF, and I can't tackle the people plaguing this company, while there are people like you, who don't treat this sport with respect, waiting to fill the vacuum that's left.


I want the opportunity to show everybody who aspires to be a professional wrestler, that yours is not the path to follow. That you are not an example. And I want to do it on the biggest stage this company has.


A loud cheer comes from inside the Vivint Smart Home Arena as the WFWF fans contemplate the possibility of seeing Hall of Famer The Future take on former International champion Joe Bishop at SuperBrawl IX. For the first time a smile creeps onto the face of Bishop as he concludes.


Joe Bishop: I want to do it at SuperBrawl.


And with that the video cuts out and we return back to the Vivint Smart Home Arena, the WFWF fans still cheering.


Alecia Matthews: Joe Bishop laying down the challenge to The Future for Superbrawl! Superbrawl just keeps getting bigger and bigger.


Daniel Knight: Well I’m sure The Future will be happy to accept the challenge, but first he’s going to get through Lucas Crowe and Dex in tag team action. And guess what, that one’s happening right now!


Christa Adina: The following contest is a Tag Team match scheduled for one fall!


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: Introducing first, from Argent City, weighing in at two hundred two pounds, he is a WFWF Hall of Famer, THE FUUUUUUTURE!


Daniel Knight: Every time The Future sets foot into an arena he brings people to their feet, tonight is clearly no exception.


Alecia Matthews: And of course Futch is coming in tonight looking to continue that roll he’s been on since coming back to the WFWF. Future of course picking up two consecutive wins over Vass The Slayer over the last two shows.


Daniel Knight: Not easy wins by any stretch of the imagination either and Future has been proving to people that have maybe just started following WFWF why he is right at home as one of our Hall of Fame alumnus.


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.


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. 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.


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. Future’s music fades out and the crowd continues to roar for the WFWF Hall of Famer.


"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!"


The hard driving intro of Sick Of It by Skillet tears through the arena, the crowd continues to roar as Future’s tag team partner, Cam Nitta, emerges from the curtain in a black hood and black jacket.


Christa Adina: And his tag team partner, from Chicago, Illinois weighing in at one hundred eighty-five pounds, CAM NITTAAAAAAA!


Cam extends his hands towards the fans as he walks down the entrance way, giving high fives. Cam gets to the ring and sheds his jacket as the chorus to the song hits, setting off thunderous pyro on the entrance stage. Cam and Future shake hands and jointly await the arrival of their opponents.


Alecia Matthews: A show of respect from Nitta towards his Hall of Fame partner.


Daniel Knight: Not terribly surprising, Nitta may not put much stock in what people think of him but at the end of the day he has a great partner on his side in The Future and they’re both working towards a similar goal. That goal being to collect a big W as we get nearer and nearer to Superbrawl.


Alecia Matthews: Do you think it’s going to be a sticking point though with Cam Nitta that he hasn’t had quite the same roll that his partner has been enjoying as of late?


Daniel Knight: I would say no, of course Nitta’s last win here in the WFWF came back at the Black Hole Sun event against one of the men he’s going to be facing tonight and with the roll Future’s been on I see these two men being able to help one another to catapult them forward.


The roar of the guitars blare, throughout the arena. As The Wave of Mutilation by the Pixies plays. The lights flicker, from black to white, as Dex is seen at the top of the aisle-way.


Christa Adina: And their opponents. First, from Baltimore, Maryland weighing in at two hundred and twenty pounds. DEX!


Alecia Matthews: You speak of momentum, here is another individual with some form of momentum firmly on his side.


Daniel Knight: Right you are. Coming off his victory at the last show, Dex took it upon himself to issue a challenge Penny Shannon for a match where the lights shine the brightest at Superbrawl. But the interesting thing in this match is that on both sides you have one guy with all the momentum being paired up with a partner who’s got none. Only one team can carry that through tonight.


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. 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.


Dex’s music fades away and the crowd preemptively throws a chorus of boos for the man about to come out next. Finally, the opening twangy strums of a guitar kickoff Nobody Speak by DJ Shadow and out saunters Lucas Crowe to an absolutely thunderous chorus of boos. Lucas Crowe holds his arms out in an attempt to soak it all in.


Christa Adina: And his tag team partner, from Detroit, Michigan weighing in at three hundred ten pounds, he is the WFWF International Champion, LUCAS CROOOOOOOWE!


Daniel Knight: Not quite a hero’s welcome back here for the WFWF International Champion but one that Lucas Crowe appears to be relishing in.


Alecia Matthews: Here is a man that has aligned himself with some of the slimiest pieces of human garbage that has ever graced this locker room. So I’m sure it should come to the surprise of approximately no one, especially given the circumstances of his recent sabbatical, that he’s getting this reaction from the crowd here in Salt Lake City.


He makes his way down the ramp, stopping a moment to stare down some children sitting beside the aisle, turning his gaze to their parents with a smirk before continuing his stroll down. Like all big men, he pulls himself up from the floor to the apron and then steps over the top rope. Crowe paces around the ring for a few moments before turning to the hard camera side, raising his fist and letting out a guttural yell. He dismissively waves off the fans sitting in the front row that are booing the Motor City Mercenary relentlessly. Crowe leans back against the turnbuckle in his corner waiting for the bell to ring.


The referee calls for the teams to decide on who’s going to start the match. Nitta and Future decide on Future starting while on the other side of the ring, Crowe tells Dex to get the hell out of his ring. Some words were exchanged but Dex finally relents and takes his place on the apron. The ref calls for the bell and Nitta comes in hot to try to catch the Motor City Mercenary off guard. Crowe takes half a step back from Nitta before shooting for a double leg takedown on Nitta. Crowe manhandles Nitta on the mat, takes Nitta’s back and locks in the Motor City Blackout right off the bat.


Daniel Knight: Uh-oh, perhaps a bit of poor planning on behalf of Nitta because the WFWF International Champion has got him dead to rights and this match has just begun.


Alecia Matthews: It’s almost scary to think that Lucas Crowe is now in possession of an even bigger mean streak than he had before.


Nitta struggles but eventually finds his way to the bottom rope with his foot. The ref gives Lucas Crowe to the count of five to break the hold, Crowe finally relinquishing it at four and a half. Crowe shoves Nitta under the bottom rope, stands up with a smile on his face staring straight into the eyes of the referee and reminding him that he has until five. The crowd showers the Motor City Mercenary with even more boos which Crowe continues to relish in. Crowe then walks over to his corner and slaps Dex on the shoulder for a tag, telling him to do something. Dex stares down Crowe for a moment before dropping off the apron to grab Nitta and roll him back in the ring to get to work.


Daniel Knight: I think we’re going to see a distinct lack of cohesion between these two for the entire duration of this match.


Alecia Matthews: Lucas Crowe isn’t exactly the easiest person to get along with on the best of days but Dex really wants this win to show Penny Shannon that he’s ready for Superbrawl.


Dex tries for a cover on Nitta but too much time had passed and Nitta was able to kick out almost immediately. Dex locks in a front face lock as a means to wear out Nitta more than the Motor City Blackout at the start of the match already did. Nitta tries to battle back to his feet but Dex hooks him for a suplex, floating over for a cover but again only getting barely a one count. Dex looks to continue wearing down Nitta but instead slaps Crowe in the chest for a tag of his own. Crowe laughs it off and gladly jumps at the chance to inflict a little bit more punishment on Nitta. Nitta gets to his feet as Crowe stalks him from behind. Crowe waistlocks Nitta and tosses him overhead for a huge German Suplex. Crowe takes this chance to throw some taunts in the direction of The Future, telling him they’ll give Hall of Fame spots to anyone anyways. Future just shrugs the comments off and encourages Nitta to get to his feet for a tag.


Daniel Knight: This certainly does seem to be a completely different Lucas Crowe.


Alecia Matthews: You’re right, the Lucas Crowe before suspension sometimes almost had a tentative feeling out process. I don’t remember a point where Lucas Crowe was this confident in his abilities to the point where he’s willing to talk trash to a Hall of Famer while putting a beating on someone in the ring. I’m not sure how I feel about this new Lucas Crowe.


Lucas Crowe might have taken his eyes off the prize for a bit too long however as he didn’t notice Cam Nitta ascend the turnbuckle. Nitta caught Lucas Crowe with a moonsault to his standing opponent, knocking the big man down and giving him a chance to catch his breath and recover a bit from the onslaught faced in the early portions of the match. Nitta begins to crawl towards Future who’s reaching out for a tag but just before Nitta can get there, Crowe recovers enough to grab Nitta by the foot and haul him back towards Crowe’s own corner.


While holding the foot of Nitta, Crowe asks Dex for a tag who just stares at Crowe’s hand in a sarcastic manner. Crowe looks pissed and slaps Dex in the face for the tag. Crowe lets go of Nitta’s leg as Dex steps into the ring and looks ready to come to blows with the Motor City Mercenary. The two exchange words with the referee urging Crowe to exit the ring as he considered the slap to be a tag. Meanwhile, Nitta crawls his way towards his corner and makes the tag to The Future which causes the crowd to erupt. Both Crowe and Dex look over to see what the crowd was reacting to only to receive a dropkick into the corner for their troubles. Future tries to fire up the crowd which they are happy to oblige.


Daniel Knight: A bit of a communication breakdown between Dex and Crowe has now allowed Future and Nitta right back into this match.


Alecia Matthews: After a lopsided start to this match, Future has now got his team back into this and the crowd is loving it.


Future snapmares Dex into the middle of the ring and immediately heads to the ropes, bouncing off and connecting with a huge Shining Knight! Future attempts the pin.


1…


2…


Dex fights it off! Future doesn’t let up and hauls his dazed opponent to his feet. After a few strikes to back Dex into the corner, Future then irish whips him to the opposite corner. Future sprints across the ring and catches Dex in the corner with a running knee. Dex is out on his feet so Future rolls him out of the corner and looks set to try another Shining Knight. Unfortunately this time when he bounces off the ropes, he receives a knee to the back by Lucas Crowe who then spins Futch around and hangs him up on the top rope.


Daniel Knight: After that brief meltdown, Crowe actually saved his partner there and just like that the momentum might have swung back in their favour.


Dex crawls over to the downed Futch and attempts a cover, hooking the leg.


1…


2…


Future kicks out. Dex hauls Future to his feet but Future fights off with some strikes. Dex cuts Future off with a knee to the midsection of Future which drops the Hall of Famer to his knees. Dex grabs the arm of Future and rolls through for a cross armbar. Future struggles to find his way to the ropes and looks ready to tap out at one point. The crowd roars to try and will Future to the ropes. Future finally reaches the bottom rope, forcing a break. Unlike his tag team partner, Dex lets go of the hold almost immediately when the ref orders the break. Dex looks over at Lucas Crowe in the corner and decides he might need to work with the big bunghole to win this match.


Grabbing Future’s wrist, Dex drags Future to his corner allowing Lucas Crowe to tag himself in. While Dex has hold of Future’s arm, Crowe kicks at the elbow joint which causes Futch to let out a groan of agony. Crowe starts taunting the crowd, asking where their Hall of Fame superhero went. Crowe locks in a cross armbreaker of his own. Future once again makes it to the ropes but Crowe holds onto the hold again which the crowd didn’t appreciate at all. Crowe grabs the arm of Future and mockingly reaches it towards Future’s corner where Nitta is standing, refreshed after the beating he sustained at the beginning of the match, and chomping at the bit to get back in there. Crowe instead delivers an elbow to the shoulder of Future and leaves the Hall of Famer to writhe on the ground for a bit.


Daniel Knight: Crowe is like the animal that just toys with his dinner before finally killing it and eating it here.


Alecia Matthews: Clearly this is Justin Tyme’s influence seeping in. But Crowe needs to be careful because contrary to what he may believe, there is a reason why Future is a WFWF Hall of Famer.


Crowe places a foot on the chest of Future to perform a cocky cover. The referee doesn’t even get down to make a count as Future rolls his shoulder up. Crowe arrogantly shoves Future’s head with his foot a couple times as the crowd showers hate onto the WFWF International Champion. Crowe goes to do it again but this time Future grabs the foot of Crowe and hauls the big man down to his stomach and grabs the other leg to lock in a Boston Crab!


Alecia Matthews: See what I mean? The Future has plenty of tricks up his sleeve and when a young guy like Crowe takes the pressure off it allows for Future to get him in the position he has him in now.


Daniel Knight:But with how much Future’s been through so far I have to wonder how much energy is he exerting just trying to keep this Boston Crab in on a man with tree trunks for legs like Lucas Crowe.


Future leans all the way back, putting as much pressure on the legs and lower back of Crowe as possible while also putting as much of Future’s body weight on Crowe as possible. Crowe struggles mightily and appears ready to tap. Crowe however fires up for that last couple inches and manages to get to the ropes. Future is exhausted and collapses forward upon breaking the hold. Both men appear spent and begin crawling to their respective corners. Lucas Crowe has the height advantage and is able to get the tag off to Dex but before Dex has the chance to cut off Future, he manages to dive for a tag to Nitta. Nitta comes into the ring like a house of fire, catching Dex with a perfect dropkick. For good measure, Nitta also dropkicks Crowe off the corner to the floor. Nitta turns his attention back to Dex immediately and locks him in a front face lock. Nitta leaps, pushes off the top rope with one foot and swings back around to drill Dex with a huge tornado DDT. Nitta jumps on the cover.


1…


2…


Dex kicks out somehow! Nitta slaps the mat in a bit of frustration but composes himself and rolls to the outside of the ring appearing to call for the Claymore. Just before Nitta jumps for his springboard, Lucas Crowe grabs the foot of Nitta to prevent it. Future, fed up with Lucas’ illegal involvement, enters the ring and launches himself through the second ropes to take out Crowe with a Tope Suicida! The crowd is going crazy as Nitta refocuses his attention inside the ring and again sets his sights on hitting the Claymore. Nitta appears to hit the Claymore but it becomes apparent that Dex just barely got his knees up catching Nitta in the midsection. Nitta rolls to his back and Dex pounces on the chance to lock in the Double Wrist Lock. Future attempts to get back in the ring to break up the submission but Crowe grabs the back of his trunks and hauls him backwards into the Motor City Blackout on the outside of the ring. Back inside, Nitta struggles, not wanting to tap. But facing the prospect of either that or having his arm broken, Nitta opts to tap out. Dex releases the hold and Nitta rolls under the bottom rope immediately clutching at his forearm. Crowe releases his hold on the outside of the ring as well and enters the ring to join his partner


Christa Adina: Here is your winner, the team of Dex and the WFWF International Champion Lucas Crowe!


Daniel Knight: What a match but the team of Dex and Lucas Crowe just proved to be too much for both The Future and Cam Nitta.


Alecia Matthews: Well right out of the gates a very game Cam Nitta tried to take the fight straight to Lucas Crowe and from that point on they just couldn’t really get much of anything going.


Daniel Knight: The new and improved Lucas Crowe back in the win column and an on top of his game Dex showing he’s more than ready for Superbrawl season.


Lucas Crowe and Dex stare at each other in the middle of the ring for a moment leaving the crowd wondering if they were going to go at it again like they did earlier in the match but instead Crowe just smiles and holds his fist out for a fist bump which Dex partakes in. Crowe back rolls over the top rope to the outside of the ring and heads up the ramp.

Backstage, WFWF Tag Team Champion Josh Dean is doing his last minute stretches. He is locked in and laser focused, but his attention shifts as tonight's special guest referee Cameron Stone walks into the shot. Josh straightens up, staring long and hard at his friend. Cam rubs his jaw and smiles as he walks off. Josh watches him walk away as we send it back to the desk.


Daniel Knight: Well...that was weird, and tonight is going to get even weirder as we get set for our main event!


Alecia Matthews: Our Tag Team Champions, Josh Dean and World Heavyweight Champion Drakz haven't exactly been the most conventional title holders. But one can argue they have been among the most successful teams in WFWF history.


Daniel Knight: How successful you might ask? How does 315 days as champions sound?


Alecia Matthews: And with that magical number, they have closed in on the record currently held by Alex Sean and DGX. What's actually interesting is that they came together as Tag Team Champions about two months into the current reign Drakz has, which has eclipsed said record. These two have in fact held the Tag Titles in one form or fashion since End Game last May, that's despite them not actually working as a team.


Daniel Knight: Tonight's unique because they are facing a set of challengers who mirror them as far as their willingness to be a team. Samael Ahriman was scheduled to team with Trace Demon during this match, but Trace hasn't been medically cleared to compete due to injury and has replaced himself with David Brennan, a man who is no stranger to the Tag Team Champions!


Alecia Matthews: Then there's Cameron Stone, who has been right in the thick of all these moving parts, being assigned as the special guest referee for this match. We're going deep into the into the weird spectrum, so let's send it up to Christa Adina to get us started!


"Heist" by Lindsey Stirling hits and the crowd is split in two as Cameron Stone makes his way out to the stage, adorning a referee's shirt for this all important match.


Christa Adina: Ladies and gentlemen, introducing your special guest referee, "The Renegade" Cameron Stone!


Alecia Matthews: Cam certainly looks as though he has a lot on his mind tonight. Maybe a look of guilt.


Daniel Knight: How can you not have a lot on your mind when you're getting approached from all different angles? Not to mention his recent deal with Trace Demon has to leave him conflicted on which way he should go. What he decides can alter everyone in this match's path moving forward.


Alecia Matthews: A lot of responsibility in this young man's lap tonight.


Cam climbs into the ring and nods to the crowd as he takes residence in the corner.


The house lights slowly fade to black as a screeching guitar lick pierces throughout the arena. Up on the TunaTron, a time lapse night shot of the city of Boston flashes by, as the darkened arena pulses green in beat with a common time guitar riff. Anticipation builds, as does the beat, before the music crescendos, marked by the time lapse dissipating into nothing, and a telltale, gray scaled shot of two fists, tattooed across the knuckles with the word ‘SKINHEAD’ join together in its place. ‘Hail to the King’ by Avenged Sevenfold kicks into full gear as the arena is now bathed in a kelly green light.


Christa Adina: The following tag team contest, scheduled for one fall, is for the WFWF Tag Team Championships. Introducing the challengers. First, from Boston, Massachusetts, weighing in at 243 pounds, David Brennan!


Daniel Knight: You have to think this is a huge opportunity for the Hall of Famer and 2012 Survival of the Fittest winner to finally add championship gold to his resume. Long considered one of the most dangerous men in the game, David Brennan has been on an absolute roll since returning at Black Hole Sun and could very well find himself with two championships after SuperBrawl.


Alecia Matthews: And you have to think International Champion Lucas Crowe is watching this match with razor focus as he prepares to meet Brennan in Pasadena.


Up on the entrance stage, David Brennan, in all his self-professed glory, saunters out into full view, downing courage out of a tall boy can, another secured lazily in his other hand. He pauses on the stage to take in the crowd for a moment before raising his drink to a mix of reactions, downing it in one final gulp before tossing the remnants haphazardly into the crowd and making his way down the ramp, smirking and chuckling to himself all the while. He rolls into the ring, popping his second can and chugging as much as possible as he climbs the hardside ropes before chucking the half full can into the crowd in an impressive, green hued shower of foam and lager. Climbing the nearest corner, he beckons the crowd, arms spread wide, shouting god knows what out into the sea of anonymous faces as the music comes to a fade, bringing with its quiet the house lights back to a shine.


A broken music box plays over the fire, with visuals on the screen of Michael Kyzer, Ace Bennett, Jayson Garrett and the likes bloodied, battered, beaten and in Kyzer’s case being stretchered, ending with the tip of a blade being shown, blood dripping from the tip. When the finale of the broken box plays, a sick guitar riff from “Make You Mine” by Modestep hits and from beneath the stage, through red strobe light and smoke arises…well…


Christa Adina: And his tag team partner, from Ira, Vermont, weighing in at 220 pounds. "The Creator" Samael Ahriman!


Ahriman looks up, the lighting highlighting his scar, only that side of his face visible as he steps off of the rising podium and the red light turns to white, smoke lining the ramp. Samael takes his time strolling down your the ring, sitting his famed katana on the ring apron before sliding into the ring. He stands up and approaches Brennan.


Daniel Knight: Keep an eye on this dynamic Alecia. So far, they look to be at least cordial.


Sam peaks over his shoulder to see Cam staring at both men. Brennan returns the stare, but Sam is right there to refocus him.


The heavy guitar riffs scream through the speakers as red and gold spotlights alternate in the entranceway, while the crowd rises to their feet. The drums kick in and Kevin Rudolf's vocals follow suit as "In The City" fills the arena.


Every day I'm a star in the city
Walk the streets like a wanted man
All the time got my shine looking pretty
Motherf*ckers all know who I am


Josh Dean's visage appears on the entranceway and the crowd noise turns to a near fever pitch as he looks out among them. He begins to walk to the ring.


Every day feel the heat in the city
Like the barrel of a smoking gun
Read the signs, see the lights - they're so pretty
You're the one now turn me on


He stops and smacks the steel ramp, shooting up gold and red pyros as he spreads his arms wide and continues his descent. The lights return to normal with the alternating strobes while his face is barely visible underneath his hoodie.


Christa Adina: Introducing the champions. First, from Atlanta, Georgia, weighing in at 225 pounds. He is one half of the WFWF Tag Team Champions, "The Franchise" Josh Dean!


Daniel Knight: You have to think Josh Dean is really finding himself on an island right now with the recent squabbles he and Cam have had with each other in recent months.


Alecia Matthews: The World Heavyweight Title brings out the best and worst in competitors and we're seeing it here with Josh and Cam.


Every day I'm alive in the city
She's a fire that lives by the sun
On the street looking fine, looking pretty
She sucks the heat off my - gun


Josh reaches the bottom of the ramp before climbing the stairs and stepping quickly into the ring. He walks over to the turnbuckle, ascending up to the second and making a diamond shape with his hands. He mouths 'gun' along with the words as he forms a gun shape.


I will eat you alive in the city
While they pull up in fancy cars
Drinking wine, wasting time, you are pretty
Politicians, movie stars


He flips his hood off his head, spreading his arms in his trademark pose with a primal roar. Josh takes his toboggan and hoodie off, throwing them into the crowd as they erupt once again. Josh hops down and rolls his neck as he stares down tonight's opponent.


(Hey) give it all up for me
(Hey) give it all up for me
(Hey) give it all up for me
City boy life


The music fades down and a switch flips. Now it's time for business.


A screaming distortion tears through the arena, building in ferocity to an ear piercing crescendo. Every white light in the arena flashes in strobe for a full 10 seconds, disorienting the audience, until finally the sludgy guitar riff of "MK7" kicks in amidst a myriad of howling vocals. As the song jumps into gear the lights stop flickering and a number of bright spot-lamps all point to the exact same location at the top of the ramp, lighting up the man the people paid to see, Drakz.


The series of screens that surround the stage glow white as well, almost silhouetting Drakz as he bounces on his toes. He runs both hands up the sides of his head and then down his face, flicking them suddenly to either side of his body, fingers outstretched. In perfect unison a shower of silver pyro explodes either side of him and the stage screens turn to past footage of the man in action. The difference in light reveals him fully to the cheering crowd, his title belt around his waist.


Christa Adina: And introducing his tag team partner, from Leeds, England by way of Chicago, Illinois, weighing in at 226lbs, he is one half of the WFWF Tag Team Champions and is the reigning, defending, WFWF Heavyweight Champion of the World, The "God" Slayer, Drakz!


Drakz makes his way towards the ring, zigzagging the ramp letting the fans touch his outstretched arms but never breaking his gaze from dead ahead. He slowly climbs the steel ring steps and then walks the length of the apron before mounting the second rope and holding his arms wide. His pose prompts a lightning storm of camera flashes and he can't help but laugh at the hypocrisy of it all. Holding the top rope he springs over and into the ring where he begins stretching out his limbs, preparing for the match that lies ahead.


Alecia Matthews: I suppose it's pretty easy to be confident when you're on top of the mountain. But tonight, the champs have a formidable team to overcome if they want to remain so.


Daniel Knight: We've doubted Drakz and Josh's ability to win with their relationship being less than amicable, and they've managed to keep doing just that. One has to wonder if anyone can in fact stop them.


Cam motions for the bell.


DING DING!


Alecia Matthews: Looks like we're about to find out!


Drakz leads it off for the champs, and there looks to be a debate in the challenger corner. Brennan looks to assert himself, flipping Drakz off. The champ brushes it off and squats down as Sam finally starts for his team. They lock up and Drakz snaps off a nice arm drag. Sam rolls to a knee and Drakz stands up, rolling his neck as they reset. Collar and elbow lockup and it's Sam who drops down, taking Drakz over with a deep arm drag. Back up to the feet and Drakz shoots behind on the attempted lock up, grabbing a side headlock. Sam forces Drakz back to the ropes and shoves him off, but meets a big shoulder block on the rebound! Sam is back up and Drakz turns his attention to the arm, twisting into an arm wringer. Sam rolls to his back, kicking the legs out. On the scramble, the follow up elbow drop misses. Drakz rolls to his feet and Sam kips up. Stalemate between the two and Drakz reaches out, tagging Josh in. Not wanting to go against his part time ally, Sam tags in Brennan.


Daniel Knight: This should be interesting as both men had some choice words to say about one another in between shows once Brennan was tapped as the replacement.


Circling the ring, the both engage in a collar and elbow tie, no...Josh instead goes to the body with a stiff knee. Brennan doubles over and Josh follows up with a massive European Uppercut that rocks Brennan's head straight back before latching on to a side headlock. A headlock takeover and Josh looks to scissor the arm and trap it, using short elbow strikes to soften him up. Brennan bridges up and creates a scramble, driving Josh back into the corner with a deep shoulderblock. Repeated rams in the corner followed by a big haymaker turns the tide for the roughneck Bostonian as he whips Josh into the ropes. Brennan looks to follow him in with a rebound clothesline, but Josh ducks and scores with a beautiful standing dropkick to the jaw! Quick cover by Josh,

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Brennan with the big kickout!


Josh pulls Brennan up to his feet and lights him up with a big knife edge chop to the chest, followed up by a snapmare/soccer kick combo to the spine. Brennan stiffens up and Josh gains a head of steam toward the ropes. Low angle Yakuza coming, but Brennan leans back to avoid it. He sits back up, too early, and Josh makes him pay with a stiff roundhouse kick to the side of the head! Josh picks up Brennan and works a high elbow guillotine choke to coax Brennan back toward his corner, where he tags in Drakz. The champ methodically climbs into the ring and drives a stiff right cross to the exposed ribs. Brennan drops to a knee and Drakz is on with a front headlock. As Brennan stands up, Drakz brings him crashing back down with nasty snap suplex! Float over by the champ, forearm in the face,


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Brennan with a big kickout!


Drakz is still in control as tags Josh back in.


Daniel Knight: Is it just me or are the champs actually working together here in the early going?


Alecia Matthews: Well they have been forced to team together by virtue of this title reign. Something was eventually going to click.


Josh leaps in the air and comes down across the head with knee drop. Brennan sits up and Josh pulls him up, looking for perhaps an Exploder Suplex. A couple back elbows and a headbutt knocks Josh back, holding his face. Brennan swings wildly and Josh is able to duck, trapping the arm and scoring with a Swinging Neckbreaker. He stands up, looking to put the match away early, waiting for Brennan to climb to his feet. Brennan is up and Josh hoists him to the shoulders. Chapter 11, no Brennan slides out the back door! Josh turns around and there's a kick to the knee. Evenflow DDT spikes him! SH*T! Brennan with the cover,


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Josh with the kickout!


Brennan immediately assumes full mount and tees off with big right hands to the head. Nothing fancy about it as the Skinhead stands up at four, before picking Josh up. A scoop and Brennan slams him down with authority before tagging Ahriman into the match. Sam measures Josh on the apron and slingshots over, driving the elbow into the Architect's sternum. Sam with a quick cover,


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Kickout by Josh!


Daniel Knight: I have to commend Cam here, Alecia. He's been making consistent counts for both sides thus far.


Alecia Matthews: He certainly has. I think he knows he has to play it straight tonight or face a lot of questions about his integrity.


Sam rolls to his feet as Josh struggles to get up, obviously feeling the effects of the attack as Sam shoots a stiff roundhouse kick into the floating ribs. Josh let's out a deep exhale as Sam looks to set up his next attack. Josh still pushes ahead and Sam cracks him in the temple with a nasty cross elbow that staggers him into the ropes, far away from his help. Sam comes in and Josh gets the boot up. As Sam staggers back Josh springboards to the second rope, only for Brennan grab Josh's legs and yanks him off the ropes! SH*T HE'S CAUGHT IN THE ROPES! Drakz climbs into the ring and Cam cuts him off as Brennan holds the legs while Sam hammers away on Josh as he lies prone!


Daniel Knight: C'mon Cam, turn around dammit!


Alecia Matthews: I think that's what Drakz is trying to get him to do. Never thought I'd say that I'd see concern on the champ's face.


Daniel Knight: He's just trying to protect his title reign, and he knows he needs Josh to do it.


Alecia Matthews: Easy Daniel, remember about spouting off too much during the matches.


Sam tags in Brennan and the former Epoch staple picks up where Sam left off with vicious stomps, each targeting a different limb as he methodically stalks the Architect. Brennan takes his time, staring down Drakz before going right back to the solar plexus with a stomp. Josh fights of his back and has the leg grapevined, and pulls Brennan down into a kneebar! He doesn't see Sam tag himself in before the former International Champion levels him with a basement knee to the temple! Sam drops down for the cover,


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Shoulder up by Josh!


Sam shoots up and fixes his gaze on Cam, who reminds him of the two count. But he took his eye off, WHO CATCHES HIM SLEEPING WITH AN SCHOOL BOY!


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Sam with a kickout!


Both men scramble to their feet and Josh ducks the spinning hook kick attempt before scoring with a jumping enziguri! Both men are down and Josh scrambling to the corner, and Brennan enters the ring, charging over to Drakz and knocking him off the ring apron. Brennan scurries back to his corner to get the tag. In he comes and Josh sees that Drakz is nowhere to be found before Brennan picks him up. POWERBOMB CONNECTS! Brennan with a cover, outside leg hooked,


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Kickout by Josh!


Brennan looks a little perturbed as he motions for Josh to get up. Josh is still holding the back of his head as he climbs to his feet, helping himself up by the ropes. Brennan follows him in, but eats a back elbow for his trouble. Brennan wasn't a big fan of that and absolutely unloads with brutal body shots as Josh covers up. Brennan with huge hook, but it's weaved under and countered by a stiff cross to the jaw. Brennan staggers back to ropes. He holds his jaw and grits his feet as he charges, only to get planted with a huge Rise Bomb (Sky High)! BOTH MEN ARE DOWN!


Daniel Knight: And Josh bought himself some time. Can he get to the corner and tag in Drakz?


Alecia Matthews: Their Tag Title reign could be decided here!


Drakz is back up on the apron, desperately reaching for the tag as Josh stirs. He crawls toward the corner as Brennan looks to recover and get to his. Both men reach out, and Sam gets the tag from Brennan. A couple more inches and Drakz gets the tag!


Alecia Matthews: And Drakz is in!


And boy is he coming in with a house of fire! He ducks the Sam clothesline and fires off a series of rights and lefts, before leveling Sam with a big European Uppercut! Sam hits the deck and Drakz is in business! Whip to the buckle and Drakz follows him with a running European Uppercut before hooking the leg and dropping him with a Fisherman Buster! Drakz is up, and there's a staredown between he and Brennan. Drakz motions him into the ring and the crowd is eating it up!


Alecia Matthews: There's been a lot of talk about whether David Brennan has targetted Drakz since his return to WFWF this spring.


Daniel Knight: If he has, here's his chance.


Drakz continues to challenge Brennan to come into the ring, but takes his eyes off Sam, who is up. Sam with a double sledge to the back and Drakz staggers into the corner. Sam charges in and smashes Drakz with a running forearm. Drakz staggers as Sam perches up on the top rope. He comes flying off, INTO A WAITING BELLY TO BELLY SUPLEX! Drakz is on a roll as Sam climbs back to his feet. Drakz meets Sam with two forearms and a slap to the head before wrapping him up. Brainbuster hits! Cover,


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Brennan in to break up the count!


Brennan looks to toss Drakz into the post, but Drakz turns the tide and sends him crashing shoulder first into the post! Sam is up and looks to catch Drakz off guard, but is cut off by a Springboard Clothesline from Josh!


Daniel Knight: It was just a matter of time before this broke down!


Josh points at Sam to Drakz and climbs out of the ring and Drakz pounces. Reverse Chancery...ROLLING COLD (ROLLING CUTTER) INTO THE CHANNEL 9 (DRAGON SLEEPER)! SAM'S IN DEEP TROUBLE AS BRENNAN IS LAID OUT ON THE FLOOR!


Daniel Knight: The improbable Tag Title reign is going to continue! Wait, what the...


The crowd starts booing as Trace Demon makes his way out onto the stage, crutches still in tow. He stares down the carnage at ringside as he saunters down the ramp, well as well as an injured man can saunter. Drakz releases the hold as Sam is out on the mat. Drakz looks down at Trace as continues around the ring. Sam is stirring and Brennan is up on the apron as both Cam and Drakz are both distracted.

Alecia Matthews: I don't understand what Trace is doing here, but everyone is frozen!


Except Josh, who tries to get both Cam and Drakz to refocus as Sam makes the tag to Brennan. He has the tall boy in hand and takes a big swig of it. Trace sits down at ringside and Brennan charges in...TALL BOY TO THE BACK OF THE HEAD, AND CAM DIDN'T SEE IT! Josh charges into the ring, but Sam makes a timely interception that sends both men spilling out of the ring!


Daniel Knight: Drakz is in serious trouble and Brennan looks poised!


Yes he does Daniel, and Brennan uses the opportunity to charge in. HEAVY IS THE CROWN (FAMOUSER)! HE GOT ALL OF IT! BRENNAN SCRAMBLES INTO THE COVER,


Alecia Matthews: No not this way!


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Alecia Matthews: Dammit! And now we have new Tag Team Champions!


Christa Adina: Here are you winners, AND NEW WFWF Tag TEAM CHAMPIONS, Samael Ahriman and David Brennan!


Daniel Knight: I don't know what's more surprising, that Dean and Drakz lost or that the team that beat them may be even more dysfunctional than they are.


Just then, Lila Slater walks out on the stage and yells into the microphone as Brennan's music hits.


Lila Sleater: Now wait just one damn minute!


Cam hands Sam and Brennan their new championships as everyone, including Drakz, Trace and Josh all turn their attention up to the stage. Brennan's music abruptly cuts off.


Lila Sleater: You know I've just about had my fill of classic matches being mired in controversy for as long as I can remember, and it stops now! Trace, you may be the owner, but remember that I make the matches around here. And if I recall, you withdrew from this championship match.


Trace points at his leg, then at Ahriman, screaming "He's the reason why!"


Lila Sleater: Because of that, you had no reason to be out here tonight during the match! Therefore, I'm going to have to make an executive decision regarding the Tag Team Titles. And unfortunately, for our new champions, you guys are not going to like the fact that you are being stripped of the WFWF Tag Team Championships, effective immediately!


Brennan is incensed as he throws the championships down. Sam leans back and shakes his head. A power play costing him another championship.


Alecia Matthews: That seems a bit harsh.


Daniel Knight: Ms. Sleater has a point. Championship matches have been the subject of much controversy over the past year or so.


Lila puts her hand up to stop the protest.


Lila Sleater: Now with that in mind gentlemen, I have something that should serve as a bit of a consolation prize. David Brennan, you have already earned your championship match at SuperBrawl against Lucas Crowe, and you will still have that International Championship match in Pasadena. But your performance was impressive tonight and somewhere down the line may transition into an opportunity at the World Title.


Brennan nods as he exits the ring, storming up the ramp as Lila addresses the remaining men.


Lila Sleater: And as for you five, I don't even know where to begin. Our most prestigious championship has brought out the animals in all of you, and the amount of collusion has left me no choice. You all want a shot at SuperBrawl? Cam, you've been in a rough position with your ethics being called into question at every turn. But you have maintained your stance of wanting a shot, so I'm going to give it to you. You're in!


Cam celebrates by pumping his fist in the air as the crowd cheers.


Lila Sleater: Samael, you made a great case by bring up your match with Drakz ending in the fashion that it did. That's why you too are in the championship match!


Another set of cheers as Sam smiles before dropping the Tag Team Titles.


Lila Sleater: Trace you've been playing games for the longest time, trying to backdoor your way into another championship match. Well let's see how your alliance with Drakz fares because you're in as well, if you are cleared to compete of course!


The cheers turn to boos as Trace celebrates as though he just won the lottery. He then clutches his crutch, being injured and all. The crowd starts chanting Dean as Josh props up in the corner.


Lila Sleater: Don't think I've forgotten about you, Mr. Dean. You've been very patient awaiting the rematch you never received. And as a former WFWF World Heavyweight Champion, you deserve that rematch. And you're going to get it at SuperBrawl!


Josh is all smiles as he points at Drakz, screaming "I'm taking my belt back!" Drakz steps forward and raises the title belt over his head before shoving Josh back into the corner. Josh smiles, but it turns very quickly as he charges at Drakz and takes him down with a monster double leg!


Alecia Matthews: I guess the partnership is officially over!


On the other side of the ring, Trace has gotten in and has the crutch in hand!


Daniel Knight: He's not hurt, turn around Sam!


Too late, and Trace nails Sam in the back with the crutch! WHAT THE F*CK! Josh is teeing off on Drakz with heavy ground and pound and Cam is watching as everyone is destroying each other. He walks over and pulls Josh off Drakz. Josh shoves Cam away, and Cam responds with the Stone Cutter (RKO) outta nowhere! Josh hits the deck and rolls to the outside. Cam turns around and he's hoisted up by Drakz. NEEDLE DAMAGE (SAMOAN DRIVER) PLANTS HIM! Drakz is up, but Sam is on his feet and right behind him! Sam hits his finisher....whatever the f*ck it is, because I'm not going looking for his really old bio. Sam roars. A spin... DEMONSTRATION OF HELL (TIGER DRIVER)! Trace looks down at the absolute wreckage and grabs the WFWF Championship, holding it high above his head.


Daniel Knight: And that could be the last man standing at SuperBrawl. If it is, Trace will not only be the owner, but also champion.


Lila claps her hands on the stage as Trace looks toward her. She stops clapping and begins to speak.


Lila Sleater: Fair play Trace. But silly me, I forgot to mention that six men will be vying for the title at SuperBrawl. And this last gentleman is a Hall of Famer, a man that has given his blood, sweat and body to this company, only asking for one thing. His final wish.


Trace gulps as his eyes widen. He turns around...TRAIL BLAZER (URANAGE) BY THE MAN KNOWN AS THE RANDOM HERO!


Lila Sleater: The sixth man in the World Title match at SuperBrawl is Yukio Blaze!


"Miseria Cantera" by AFI hits as Yukio looks down at the bodies laid out. Reaching down, he picks up the WFWF Championship, the one title that has eluded him, and holds it high above his head.


Alecia Matthews: Lila Sleater just got one over on Trace Demon. We're out of time, see you in San Diego!


Yukio looks at the title and holds it above his head as the show fades to black.


HOLY SH*T!