Post by Drakz on Jul 29, 2017 6:03:06 GMT -5
The interior parking lot of the arena, before the show has even properly started. Before the fireworks, before the fancy panning shot, before the generic introduction of our dear announce team. The action might not have started yet, but in the basement, where many of the WFWF’s best and brightest have left their cars while they go and kick the sh*t out of each other, things are stirring. Lila Sleater stands surrounded by a team of fifteen or so of WFWF’s security team, and she is looking determined.
Lila Sleater: He doesn’t get in tonight, got it? Under no circumstances do you let that man step foot inside this arena. After what he did he’s suspended, indefinitely as far as I’m concerned. Do you understand?
The security guards nod affirmatively. Big, bulky guys, probably way too into their roids and saying bro all the time.
Lila Sleater: Good, he does not get to ruin another show. You see him you keep him out by any means necessary. Take a few extra shots from me while you’re at it.
The guards like the sound of that, but there’s a hint of nerves in the air, like they’re being lined up to try and stop a speeding truck. Lila doesn’t care, she just wants it done, nodding at them before storming off, though her final words drift through the air as she goes.
Lila Sleater: Trace Demon will not ruin any more shows.
We fade away, leaving the parking lot and heading for the arena proper. Now it’s time for the fireworks, for the fancy panning shot, and yes, for the generic introduction of our dear announce team.
Alecia Matthews: Ladies and gentlemen welcome! We are live from Rogers Place in Edmonton, Alberta, Canada for a very exciting show which will highlight the future of the WFWF!
Daniel Knight: More importantly did you see what I just saw? Trace Demon’s been suspended! He’s been banned from turning up tonight! What is Lila thinking?
Alecia Matthews: That he’s a sociopath who tried to hang The Future last week with his own cape?
Daniel Knight: Okay, fair point.
BOOM! POW! EXPLODE! The smell of pyro fills the air, because WFWF is a wrestling company that still starts every show burning thousands of pounds worth of fireworks, because we believe in the show biz of the sport, not cutting costs, even if there are only two matches on the card.
Alecia Matthews: Welcome to the fourth stop on our Canadian tour folks!
Daniel Knight: That’s right, tonight we’re Heading West, and we find ourselves in Edmonton, Alberta.
Alecia Matthews: Tonight sees WFWF World Heavyweight Champion Joe Bishop taking on a new comer with a penchant for the dramatic, Danny Young.
Daniel Knight: Also we’re told that Frank Lynn is in the building even though he’s not scheduled to compete tonight. Which you know…..is a thing.
Alecia Matthews: A thing it certainly is, and you know what else is a thing Daniel?
Daniel Knight: Surprise me Alecia.
Alecia Matthews: Our opening contest.
Daniel Knight: We get paid to do this.
A slight screech rings throughout the arena following a familiar theme music. “Gangsta’s Paradise” blasts on the PA system and the crowd uproars in a flurry of cheers and boos.
Alecia Matthews: Wait, what is this? Not a single soul said Ante Whitner would be here tonight.
Daniel Knight: Not only that but where's our damn opening bout?
Whitner appears at the tip of the stage, smug with longer hair and a scruffy beard. Donned in a black coat, black t-shirt, black jeans, and black gloves, Whitner moves down the smoky ramp like a shadow, each step in tune with the riffs of his theme song. A smug grin develops slowly on his face as he faces the ring.
Christa Adina: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome, the Golden Opportunity Champion, Ante Whitner!!!
The crowd continues to cheer and boo while the smoke settles. Whitner signals for a mic and his briefcase.
Daniel Knight: Ante Whitner looks more and more like a serial killer every time I see him.
Whitner taps the mic a few times before speaking into it.
Ante Whitner: It’s been far too long since I’ve stepped into this ring...and it hasn’t changed one f*ckin’ bit.
The crowd cheers, Ante peeling off his coat and throwing it aside.
Ante Whitner: So, it’s been a good amount of time to heal up and watch the sun bury itself many times over. The horizon has been waiting too f*ckin’ long for me to ride into it, but I believe that time has come. This ain’t just any ride down to the House of the Rising Sun, no no no. This is a f*ckin’ rollercoaster doomed to plow over any psychopathic, masochist Jew that happens to be in it’s way.
Alecia Matthews: Schneider.
Ante Whitner: Speaking from the tongue of an experienced simpleton, who obviously would rather be an emasculated, infantile complain-ee, this should be pretty f*ckin’ easy to understand. Philip Schneider, I want you. I crave you like a consumerist on bath salts, a husband desiring to escape wedlock, a Jew trying to reach the nearest temple on Shabbat. Plain and simple, you’re the nightmare fueling my flame. So, let’s talk business Schneider and put our petty remarks to the side. I want to show everyone what it takes to be a real man.
The crowd cheers.
Ante Whitner: A real man comes out here, battered and bruised, to talk some sh*t. A real man puts out the fire when no one else does and a real man ain’t waiting around being a keyboard warrior on the Internet. This is what a real man looks like...in a more obnoxious and vindictive demeanor. I lugged my broken ankle, my dislocated shoulder, and my hemorrhaging liver to this arena in buttf*ck Canada to make it clear to Philip Schneider that I don’t want petty business...I want a sweet, fiery, gore fest hosted by the late George Romero. Maybe we’ll have our good friend Dave Brennan ref the match, who f*ckin’ knows?
Daniel Knight: And what a match that would be, bringing the Night of the Living Dead director back from the dead!
Ante Whitner: I’ve set my eyes on you since you first walked out and clapped to my victory at SuperBrawl, keen on what a perplexing man like you would have in store. I’ve waited and waited, itching my skin to jab at you next. Well, at this point *lifts up sleeve*, I’ve itched too much of my skin off that I have a f*ckin’ skin graft, haha.
The crowd reacts in horror and disgust.
Ante Whitner: Gross, ain’t it? Hurts like a b*tch, but I’m proud, proud to be the one waiting for him and not be the one he’s waiting for. I sit on a throne, forged by the burning desire of bloodlust, and until you f*ckin’ get out here and show how big your balls are, I’ll be sitting here, waiting.
Whitner walks to the ropes and sits atop the turnbuckle with his arms crossed.
Ante Whitner: Get out here you f*ckin’ p*ssy.
The opening cords of "Shadows" by Yelawolf hits over the P/A system. The lights dim and the entrance way begins to flash as the drum beat kicks in. Ante turns his attention to the entrance way, anxiously awaiting the entrance of Phillip Schneider. But Schneider doesn't enter from the ramp. Instead, from behind Ante, Schneider comes from out of no where and cracks Ante in the back with a barbed wire baseball bat with a sickening thud. The music still plays as Ante drops to one knee. Schneider makes a one eighty around Ante, then smacks him square between the eyes with the barbed wire bat, a blood curdling thud as the bat rattles off skull, only amplified by the fact the music cut off at this exact point.
Daniel Knight: Shout out to Negan!
Schneider tosses the bat down, heading to the corner, retrieving the fumbled microphone in the process.
Phillip Schneider: THAT, IS, WHAT, I, DO, TO, PIECES, OF, CRAP, LIKE, HIM!!!
The crowd stunned at what they've just seen react with a mixed chorus of boos, cheers, jeers, and fear. Schneider hops down off the ropes, digging in his back pocket and pulling out a sickle with a huge blade on the end of it. The steel glistens in the television lights. Ante is up to his knees after the barbed wire bat shot, but a visceral wound oozes plasma from his face. Schneider approaches Ante with the sickle. He raises it high above his head. Ante's got blood running down his face, trickling into his eyes.. But he's able to get a hand up, catching Schneider with a low blow. Schneider fumbles the sickle.
Daniel Knight: Thank God.. Last thing that psychopath needs in his hands is a big knife.
Ante gets ahold of the sickle. With a sick smile on his face and blood literally running from his face like a running faucet, he grabs Schneider by the hair, pulling back and stretching the forehead skin tight. With the other hand, he presses the sickle into Schneider's face, immediately producing a flowing river of Schneider's blood from the forehead. In the process, Ante is dripping his own blood everywhere as well.
Alecia Matthews: Is no one going to come out here and stop this horror show? We went from a wrestling show to a slaughterhouse in moments here.
Schneider reaches above his head. He's reaching past the blade. Ante digs the blade in. And as he's leaning in, Schneider releases a fireball DIRECTLY in Ante's face. A giant blaze releases from Schneider's hands, engulfing Ante's entire head in a dramatic blaze before going out.
Daniel Knight: FIREBALL AT POINT BLANK RANGE!
Schneider staggers to his feet, a little worse for wear and wounded. He grabs the sickle, taking a swipe at Ante's back with it. Ante is rolling around in fear grabbing his face. Referees have made their way to the ring and are throwing water and towels over Ante's face. Schneider takes a swipe at a couple of referees before gathering his bat and leaving, bat in one hand, blood soaked sickle in the other.
Alecia Matthews: Jesus. We're going to have to take a commercial break while we get these maniacs out of here.
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The house lights dim, the psychedelic sounds of “Anthem of the Space” echo through the arena, and Frank Lynn, accompanied by his manager Daphne, make their way to the ring. They are in street clothes featuring the “Join the Revolution!” t-shirts prominently.
Daniel Knight: Here comes Frank Lynn. Looks like we’re about to get another sermon.
Alecia Matthes: Cut him some slack Daniel. The revolution makes some good points.
Daniel Knight: Listen, I just want to see some actual wrestling. When are we going to see Sean Casey vs. Jon Gotch. It was supposed to open the damn show!
They make their way into the ring to a generally positive response from the crowd, but also somewhat tentative. Frank doesn’t have a match so what is here he for? Frank gets a microphone from a staffer and begins to address the crowd.
Frank: Hello Edmonton!
The crowd responds with the obligatory cheap pop.
Frank: I bet you think I’m out here to say “I told you so”. Everything I predicted for Confluence came true… and then some! But thats not why I’m here tonight. I’m here because the fans… YOU… showed your true colors during the main event between Joe Bishop and I. You chanted “This is wrestling!” during our match.
The crowd cheers loudly in agreement that the main event match lived up to the hype.
Daphne joins Frank on the mic as they take turns speaking.
Daphne: Nobody chanted “This is wrestling!” when a guy in a dog suit came to the ring.
Frank: Nobody chanted “This is wrestling!” when another skeleton came out of the WFWF closet with an exploding baseball bat and sent promising young rookie Lizzie Hyde running for the hills.
Daphne: Nobody chanted “This is wrestling!” when the triple threat match turned into a handicap match that Vass had no chance to win.
Frank: Nobody chanted “This is wrestling!” when Trace Demon attempted to murder the Future.
The crowd lets out with roar of disapproval at the mention of hometown hero turned ultimate villain Trace Demon. Frank smiles and enjoys the moment, as he still hasn’t forgotten the boos he got after choking Trace out in front of an ungrateful Canadian audience.
Frank: Everyone chanted “This is wrestling!” when Joe Bishop and I had one of the most competitive… clean… pure matches the WFWF has seen in a very long time. You… the fans… want the same things the Revolution wants! Pure athletic competition between the best athletes in the world. That makes me feel a whole lot better about what could have been a demoralizing loss for me. I came up a little short in the match but the revolution came out way ahead.
Frank takes a moment to let it sink in, taking a few deep breaths before continuing.
Frank: I’m out here to ask you to take the next step. A few chants during a great match aren’t enough. If you enjoyed the match Joe and I put on and want more, then you have to do more. Joe and I cannot do this alone. We need you!
Another pause to let the crowd cheer for themselves.
Frank: We need you to bury the suits who run this place under a mountain of e-mails and tweets telling them exactly what you want - pure athletic competition - and when you want it - NOW!
Frank & Daphne: You can make a difference! Join the revolution!
Pyro shoots off on the stage and light rigging followed by a rain of red and blue “Join the Revolution!” flyers bearing the image of either Frank Lynn or Joe Bishop along with the e-mail addresses and twitter handles of many WFWF executives. Many people in the audience catch or pick up a flyer, fold it up, and place it in a pocket. A few pull out the cell phones and presumably send a tweet or e-mail to one of the addresses.
Frank and Daphne walk around the ring urging the fans on.
Suddenly, ”My Leftovers” by Porcelain and the Tramps blasts over the PA system.
Alecia Matthews: Uh oh, here comes trouble.
Daniel Knight: Last time these two were in the ring together, we got an impromptu match between Anna and Daphne. What's going to happen tonight?
Frank and Daphne turn towards the stage to see Anna Ahriman glaring at them while she picks up several flyers and tears them into confetti. Then she pulls a mic out and starts to talk while walking towards the ring.
Anna: Blah blah blah. Change is coming… Join the revolution… Save us. You’re turning into a broken record, old man. It’s not even an original song. It’s a second rate cover of Joe Bishop’s greatest hits.
Anna stops for a moment to pick up a red flyer and take a closer look.
Anna: Nice picture Frank. That’s you celebrating after the Future handed Trace’s head to you on a silver platter, isn’t it?
Daphne: You jealous, puta? Frank did what you couldn’t when he choked out Demon!
Anna: The skirt speaks. Put a muzzle on your pet Frank before I kick her ass again.
Frank: Enough princess. I didn’t come out here to be part of the sh*t show. I said my peace and I’m done for the night.
Anna: I’m not done, not by a long shot. You come out week after week talking sh*t about how the WFWF sucks and needs to be fixed. You call me out for being a green ass rookie not ready for the big show. You say I am only here because of who my father is.
Frank: If the glass slipper fits…
Anna: Don’t interrupt me old man. I know my name opened the door but I learned more about wrestling by the time I was sixteen than you will by the time you’re sixty… which is next month, right?
The crowd laughs at Anna’s insults. She has made her way to the ring steps and stops.
Anna: It really pisses me off that you came to the WFWF a year ago and you think you know what is best for business. I’ve been around the WFWF much longer than you. If I listed all the legends I’ve learned from, including my father, that would make you sh*t in your Depends. I’m ready for whatever the WFWF can throw at me including a holier than thou dipsh*t like you.
Anna slowly makes her way up the ring steps and enters the ring. Daphne starts to move towards her but Frank grabs Daphne’s arm and pulls her back to the opposite side of the ring.
Anna: Let me tell you, this place is just fine. If it ain’t broke don’t fix it. What you should be fixing is you! In the past year all you’ve done is try to ride other, better wrestlers coattails. You tried kissing Joshua Dean’s ass but he got himself injured. Then you moved on to kissing Joe Bishop’s ass, adopting his wrestling style and his sanctimonious attitude. I’m warning you Frank, you need to stop worrying about fixing the WFWF or trying to be someone you can never be. You should be worried about our match at Pacific Rim. I am an Ahriman! I’m gonna’ beat you down because that’s what an Ahriman does.
Anna strides to the center of the ring, microphone in one hand and her trademark kendo stick in her other hand pointing at Frank. Frank still looks calm but Daphne is on the verge of exploding at Anna. Frank pulls on Daphne’s arm and they both slide out of the ring to make their way up the ramp.
Anna: Where the hell are you going? Afraid of a fight?
Frank: Oh hell no! You must be stupid if you think I’m going to toss aside everything the revolution stands for and get in a brawl with you tonight when we already have a date at Pacific Rim. If we go at it tonight, you could get hurt. I want you at your absolute best for our match at Pacific Rim because I don’t want to give you any excuses to explain away the ass kicking I’m going to put on you. I’m sick and tired of you calling me a lackey or an ass kisser or anything else. After my match with Joe, everybody knows that ship has sailed… except for you. I can stand on my own with anybody in the WFWF… and that includes annoying second generation brats. You’ve given me no choice. I will choke you out because thats the only way to shut you up.
Anna: Go ahead Frank, run away. I know exactly when and where to find you. Pacific Rim is going to be my coming out party and you’re the guest of honor. I’m going to make everybody fear the Ahriman name starting with you!
Frank: You’re welcome to try but after the match, the name people will fear won’t be Ahriman. It will be Lynn!
Frank and Daphne disappear backstage. Anna’s music plays again as she struts around the ring for the fans before she makes her exit too.
Alecia Matthews: Frank took the high road keeping it to a verbal confrontation tonight. That won’t be the case at Pacific Rim.
Daniel Knight: Indeed. The match has become very personal for both of them.
Alecia Matthews: Now who’s going to clean up all these flyers so we can start the next match?
Daniel Knight: Oh, we're actually going to get a wrestling match now are we?
Alecia Matthews: Yup, and it's going to get this crowd damn lively as we see the battle of two fellow Canadian countrymen!
The opening chords of “You Won’t Know” by Brand New let the crowd know of the Violent Gentleman’s imminent arrival. There are boos, murmurings and secluded cheers, filling the arena with nervous tension. As the chorus kicks in, Sean Casey emerges from the back, a black hoodie over his gear, zipped up to the neck, the hood covering his head and hanging to the middle of his nose. On the back, in white, reads simply, “Violence is my pleasure.”
Christa Adina: The following match is scheduled for one fall, introducing first from Calgary, Alberta, Canada, weighing in at 239lbs, he is "The Violent Gentlemen", Sean Caseeeeeey!
Sean cuts a medium pace to the ring, walks up the steps, wipes his boots on the apron and steps through the ropes. He unzips his hoodie and pushes the hood back and off of his head before removing the hoodie completely, tossing it over the top rope to the floor. He cracks his knuckles and neck, walking to the far corner and leaning his back against it as his music fades out.
Unsung by Helmet plays and Jon Gotch walks through the curtain, holding a barbed wire bat.
Christa Adina: And his opponent, from Winnipeg, Manitoba Canada, weighing 243lbs, Jon Gooooootch!
Gotch slowly walks to the ring, staring at every fan as he walks by and he jumps onto the apron as the chorus kicks in and lifts his barbed wire bat in the air. Gotch gets into the ring and Sean Casey stares a hole through him as Gotch is pacing around the ring, waving his barbed wire bat around in the air like a total f*cking nutcase, much to the enjoyment of the home country Canadian fans. Casey doesn’t look all too pleased about it and stays at a safe distance while the referee tries his best to get Gotch to relinquish the weapon. Gotch feigns a swing at the ref who holds his arms up in defence but Gotch is only playing, because while he might be a psycho, he’s a playful one. The ref finally gets the bat and passes it out of the ring and before the bell has had a chance to be struck Casey charges across the ring and hits a front dropkick to the chest of Gotch smashing him back into the corner and driving the wind from him. The bell rings and Casey uses this head start to maintain dominance for a good few minutes with the crowd sh*tting all over him, driving knees into Gotch at every opportunity whilst going to work on Gotch’s own. Casey is laying running knees into a downed Gotch in the corner and eventually the referee gets in between them with a 5 count. Casey backs off but then is right back over to Gotch. He lifts Gotch up to his feet but is met with a stiff headbutt to the throat as Gotch rises. Gotch with a snap DDT and then rolls outside to go after his bat. The time keeper struggles to keep the bat from Gotch and eventually the referee is outside as well telling Gotch to drop it, trying to wrestle it from him. Gotch pulls free of the ref’s grasp and turns only to be met with Casey’s boots as he drives them between the bottom and second rope. Casey works Gotch’s knee some more, slamming it into the guard wall and hard arena floor. He lifts Gotch up, hits a knee breaker and then lifts him again, tossing him knee first into the ring post.
The referee begins counting both men out but Casey is back in. Gotch hobbles to his feet and makes it into the ring on 17. Sean Casey grabs Gotch by the arm and pulls him to his feet. He steps under and twists the arm before climbing to the top rope. He walks the top rope and then jumps off looking to hit a knock out knee to Gotch’s face but Gotch pulls him down and hits a lariat on his falling opponent. Gotch covers Casey but only gets a 2. Gotch realising the shift in momentum, hauls Casey to a vertical base and after a couple of short, sharp elbows hits the ropes, gearing up for his Northern Lariat but Casey drops low and takes a hobbled Gotch down with a drop toe hold, manoeuvres his legs and locks in the Sharpshooter! Having sustained a matches worth of assault on his knee Gotch fights valiantly as the hot Canadian crowd cheers him on, but eventually is forced to tap as Casey ups the torque on the hold.
Christa Adina: Here is your winner, Sean Casey!
The arena lights dim from movie theater pre-credits to completely pitch black. The crowd murmur, knowing what this means but not quite believing it after last week. And then that single spotlight shines down from the rafters into the ring, in the form of the very recognisable ‘F’ symbol, which can mean only one thing. That this isn’t just any old spotlight - it’s the Futch Signal.
Alecia Matthews: Wait, what? I thought… but after the last show…
Daniel Knight: I think everyone did Alecia, but we were all wrong! Despite the beating The Future took one of the worst beatings I’ve ever seen at the hands of Trace Demon, but here he is, just a couple of weeks later!
The Futch Signal manoeuvres it’s luminescent green light from the cage of the ring ropes to the base of the WFWF entrance stage. The crowd hushes in anticipation, wanting to see if this is really him, before the synth piano keys of Childish Gambino’s “II. Earth: The Oldest Computer” hits the amplifiers. The crowd absolutely lose their sh*t as 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. The mask, the cape, the attire, it’s him, it’s The Future.
Daniel Knight: That sure looks like him! Who else would wear something like that?
Alecia Matthews: Well it’s hard to get a good look at the face, that mask is covering more than usual tonight, but I think you might be right.
Christa Adina: Ladies annnnnd geeentlemen, introducing, From ARGENT CITTTYYYY! He is the WFWF's first and longest standing Superhero...WFWF hall of Famer....THE FUUUUU-TURE!
Indeed The Future’s mask envelops his eyes and, in an update to his classic look, covers the top of his head and his hair as well, but it’s unmistakable The Future who raises his hand over his eyes as if blocking out the sun’s glare, scanning the arena, looking out at the fans who cheer for him loudly. Future breaks his pose with a quick swing of his left arm as the song kicks into a semi-automatic burst of energy and 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. Future stands there, clearly happy to be back in front of a WFWF crowd.
Alecia Matthews: I honestly didn’t think we’d ever see The Future in a WFWF ring again, but here he is, and there’s no Trace Demon to spoil the moment tonight.
The Future climbs up the steel steps and pauses on the ring apron to again look out at the crowd before climbing into the ring, the lights still low, the Futch-signal still shinking down on him as he centres himself in the ring and picks up the microphone that has handily been left there for him. He goes to speak but a loud “Future” chant breaks out and he pauses, letting it sink in. He grins and… it’s familiar?
Alecia Matthews: After nearly having his career ended two weeks ago at the hands of Trace Demon The Future has made a remarkable comeback just one show later and-
‘The Future’: Did you miss me?
Alecia Matthews: Oh god.
Daniel Knight: That’s not The Future, is it?
No, no it is not. Because as ‘The Future’ slowly pulls away his mask the lights in the arena turn back on, revealing that the man beneath the mask is none other than…
Trace Demon: Surprise!
Alecia Matthews: That son of a b*tch.
The crowd erupt into boos at the sight of Trace Demon, even the Canadian fans having turned against their hometown hero following his actions two weeks ago. With the lights on the sight is even more macabre, because the blood stains on the cape make it clear that this is the same cape that the King of Demons used to hang The Future from the ring ropes just two weeks ago. Trace laughs at the unending torrent of abuse being fired his way, relishing it.
Trace Demon: Oh come on, did you really think this was your precious superhero making his grand return? This isn’t a comic book, heroes don’t just shrug things off and get better. Let me break it down for you. The Future is gone. And he’s not ever coming back. I ended his career, all because Lila Sleater can’t stop obsessing over me.
Alecia Matthews: Trace Demon is absolutely delusional.
Trace Demon: Lila Sleater thought she could bring in some ridiculous guy in a cape and that he’d solve her Trace Demon problem, and look what happened. And now she thinks she can suspend me? Ban me from the building? Do I look banned to you? I’m stood in the ring wearing a f*cking blood soaked cape! Fact is Lila there ain’t nothing you can do to stop me. You can’t fire me, not with my iron clad golden contract. Sure you can suspend me, but look how well that went this time eh? You try keeping me out of this ring and I’m just gonna keep showing up, making a spectacle and f*cking with everything you’ve got planned. And as the ratings go up and up, because let’s face it, they will, and the sponsors start questioning why we’re not featuring a guy who pushes the needle in actual matches… well, then that’s your problem to deal with, ain’t it? But the way I see it? I’m not waiting for you to make a decision, I’m gonna make it for you. After all, being a superhero is all about doing the right thing, isn’t it?
Trace Demon makes a mockery of holding the cape up to cover his face in a signature superhero move, which just draws another bout of boos. Trace laughs, genuinely having fun.
Trace Demon: In just a short while the WFWF will make their last stop of this little Canadian tour and you bet that yours truly is going to be on that show. Whether sanctioned or not, Trace Demon is going to be in that building, in that ring, and he’s going to be wrestling. So the only question left to answer is who? Who is going to step inside this ring and face me? Who is going to try and kill the devil himself? You’ve got time. Two weeks to decide, two weeks for someone to grow some balls and accept my challenge. But no matter who it is when we roll into Vancoucer I will be stood here waiting and I won’t leave until someone comes out and gets an ass-kicking. Oops, looks like my times up.
Finally the security team from the parking lot have made their way inside the building and are marching down the ramp towards the ring, determined to do their job. Trace Demon continues to smirk as he waits for them to surround the ring, at least three on each side, giving him no room to escape. Well, that’s the plan at least.
Trace Demon: Superhero exit time.
He drops the microphone and the moment it hits the ring the lights in the arena blink out all at once. It only lasts a few seconds but when they turn back on there’s no sign of Trace Demon, just the microphone in the ring. The security team look around, confused, no idea where he’s gone, but one thing’s for certain.
Trace Demon is going to at Pacific Rim, and he’s going to fight. The only question is who?
The arena lights dim before coming to a total darkness, save for the lighting from some fans cell phones.
"Whoever appeals to the law against his fellow man is either a fool or a coward. Whoever can not take care of himself without that law is both.
For a wounded man shall say to his assailant, 'If I live, I will kill you. If I die, you are forgiven.' such is the rule... of honour."
The lighting in the building begins to pulsate violently as the heavy instrumental of Omerta by Lamb of God fills the arena. The fans look towards the entrance way where the lighting flickers from white, to blood red then back to complete darkness, save for a single spotlight shining down over the figure of "The Wrestler", Danny Young. He raises his head as the camera focuses on his face, his hair hanging over it before pushing it back to reveal eyes similar to that of a hungry animal closing in on wounded prey. He grins wickedly before beginning his walk to the ring as the lyrics of the song kick in.
Christa Adina: "Introducing to the ring, hailing from Osaka Prefecture, Japan, he stands 6 feet 4 inches tall and weighs in at 246 pounds, he is "The Wrestler... Danny Young!!!"
As he gets closer to the ring, he ignores the hands of any fans reaching for his attention. He takes an incredible vertical leap to the ring apron, wiping his feet before climbing in and heading straight to a turnbuckle on the opposite side of the ring, turning to a crouched position as he bounces on his heels, his hair hanging over his face once again as he waits for Joe Bishop to make his entrance.
Darkness engulfs the building as 'Stay Away' hits the loudspeakers. On the titantron 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. 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 soak in cheers 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. He climbs up the ring steps, and enters the ring through the second and third rope. Bishop 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.
Christa Adina: “Introducing now, the reigning WFWF World Heavyweight champion...residing from Wimbledon, England, standing 6’1” and weighing in at 205 lbs......JOE BIIIIIISHOOOOOOP!!!”
The fans let out an almighty cheer for Joe Bishop who passes his championship outside of the ring.
The referee looks towards both men before calling for the bell, signalling the start of the match.
Straight away, both competitors begin to circle one another. Danny Young extends his hand in a show of sportsmanship which Joe Bishop slaps in a friendly manner. The two men continue in their motion before they lunge in, taking a Collar and Elbow Tie Up. Straight away, Danny Young begins to power Joe Bishop back, eventually getting him up against the ropes. The referee attempts to get between both men before beginning to count for a break.
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Danny Young slowly backs off, patting the chest of Joe Bishop before taking a few steps further back.
The two men begin circling one another before lunging in to a second Collar and Elbow Tie Up, this time, Joe Bishop begins to force his way out and drops behind Young, taking him from behind with a Waistlock. BANG. One big Back Elbow strike. BANG. A second big Back Elbow strike. Joe Bishop relinquishes his grasp and attempts to tend to his jaw. Danny Young turns and instantly pulls Joe Bishop in with a Side Headlock. Bishop begins to back up with both men against the ropes before he pushes danny Young off. Young hits the ropes on the opposite side of the ring as Joe Bishop leaps through the air. Young keeps himself at the ropes as Bishop attempts a Dropkick. Bishop manages to flip through, showing his intentions to be a Dropkicksault. Young instantly bursts from the ropes, throwing all of his momentum behind him as he attempts to take the head of Joe Bishop off. Bishop bridges backwards with a matrix style dodge of the lariat. Young hits the ropes behind Bishop instead, giving him the time to get back to a vertical base and throw himself at Young with a vicious Dropkicksault.
Danny Young rolls underneath the bottom rope, trying to tend to his jaw. Joe Bishop begins to jump up and down momentarily, prompting the fans to clap their hands as he hits the ropes and sprints towards Young. He throws himself over the top rope and on to him with a beautiful Plancha Dive.
The referee begins to count
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Danny Young has managed to pull Joe Bishop out of the air before he turns himself and pops his hips to launch Bishop overhead and in to the ring apron with a vile Overhead Belly to Belly Suplex.
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The referee begins to count
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Joe Bishop pulls himself up on to the ring apron, crouching down as Young rolls off of the apron and on to his feet.
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Danny Young drops to his knees from the kick as Bishop pauses on the apron, backing up a little as Young begins to recover a little.
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“Let’s go danny!”
“Joe Bishop!”
Young grabs on to the middle rope and begins to pull himself to his feet as Joe Bishop takes a few steps back before lunging in with a stomp to the shoulder blades of danny Young. Young lets out a shout of agony before turning to face Joe Bishop. Bishop takes a step back before lunging in once again with a stomp, well, more of a kick to the face of danny Young. Young’s head drops slowly… before it rises and his eyes scream out a defiant “Let’s go!”
Bishop backs up a little before making a “Get up!” gesture to danny Young who obliges and throws himself at Joe Bishop with a well placed Kidney Punch. Bishop looks shocked from the force of the strike and tries to cover up. Right Hook to the body. Low kick to the left leg. Right middle kick. Young takes the head of Joe Bishop and pulls him in, only to smash him with the European Uppercut. Bishop staggers backwards and before he knows it, his back is pressed firmly against the ropes. Danny Young grins at him before holding his palm out flat towards the sky and motioning with his fingers for Joe Bishop to bring it.
Bishop sprints towards Young who takes him over with an Arm drag. Young comes towards Bishop who then takes him over with another Arm drag. Young heads towards him again with Bishop attempting another, but the herculean like strength of danny Young helps him stop the arm drag attempt as he plants his feet firmly. Young reaches over, placing his arm around the stomach and lifting Joe Bishop up over his shoulder. Bishop begins to kick his legs only for Young to swing him around with force and drive his lower back down hard over his knee with a Backbreaker. Bishop cries out in agony, but Young isn’t finished there. He locks his arms around the waist of Joe Bishop before he swings him around in to a gutwrench position, holding him in the air. Bishop tries to get his feet to the floor but before he can do that, Young swings him around and plants his knee, driving the lower back of Joe Bishop in to it once again. Bishop shouts out but Young places a hand on his jaw and one on his legs, stretching him out over his knee. Bishop reaches up with his hands, trying to displace the hand of danny Young from his jaw to no avail. Young releases his grasp and dumps Bishop off of his knee and on to the back of his head, knocking him a little loopy. He rolls through on to his knees which only helps danny Young more.
Young backs up quickly before shooting forward and throwing himself at a downward angle to smash through Joe Bishop with the Falling Lariat. He attempts a cover instantly.
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Before he can properly lock in Mactabilis Factum, danny Young uses a small burst of energy to roll his body backwards, causing the arm of Joe Bishop to be trapped in his posession. He suddenly spins his body and throws himself down with the arm of Joe Bishop, planting his feet and locking in the Fujiwara Armbar!
Danny Young pulls back desperately on his submission hold, his feet planted to give him a better angle on the move. Bishop reaches out with his leg, getting it on the bottom rope momentarily. No need for the five count as danny Young releases his grasp instantly, instead floating over to take back control and lock in a waistlock. He plants his feet and uses all of his strength to deadlift Joe Bishop, taking him from the ground and walking around the ring with him before turning his back to the turnbuckle and throwing him overhead in to it with a German Suplex. He gets back to his feet, taking Joe Bishop by his head and pulling him from the corner and in to the middle of the ring. He props him up so he’s sitting on his heels while kneeling and takes a step back, only to swing his foot in to the chest of Joe Bishop with a vile Shoot Kick. He swings again. THUD. He swings again. THUD. He swings again. THUD. He swings again THUD. The fans let out a gasp of shock as blood begins to fly off of the chest of Joe Bishop from the force of these kicks.
Joe Bishop hangs his head as danny Young prods him with the tip of his boot, shoving him to try and wake him up. He grabs him by the back of his head and gets him to a vertical base before smashing him with a Forearm Shot. He tries to cover up, only to be met with another Low Kick. He shakes his head before rotating his body and clobbering Joe Bishop with a Spinning Back Fist before jumping up and catching him in the jaw with a Jumping Knee Strike. Joe Bishop staggers backwards before he cracks danny Young with an Elbow Blow. Young looks rocked as Bishop takes hold of the back of his head. BANG. BANG. BANG. BANG. BANG. BANG. BANG. BANG. 9 elbow strikes to the head of danny Young! He should be out cold!
Joe Bishop releases his grasp on the back of danny Young’s head, only for Young to bring his hand around to catch Bishop with a vile Palm Strike. Bishop looks stunned! Danny Young ducks behind Joe Bishop and traps him in the Sleeper Hold, refusing to relinquish his grasp as Joe Bishop falls to one knee. Young drops on to his back but Joe Bishop rolls backwards, making it so danny Young is unable to release his hold but also pinning his shoulders to the mat!
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Christa Adina: Here is your winner, Joe Bishooop!
Young releases the hold and Bishop is up on his feet, holding his throat but smiling, knowing he just outsmarted the new kid on the block. Young's still not 100% sure on what happened but as Bishop's theme blasts around the arena he quickly comes to the right conclusion. Young is still laid on his back, propped up on his elbows, looking rather incredulous and then Bishop holds out a hand. Young, whilst frustrated in defeat is quick to accept that he should have had the wherewithal to realise he was being pinned, and accepts the hand, pulling him up to his feet. The two brits shake and then Young drops to his back and rolls under the bottom rope as Bishop is handed his WFWF World Heavyweight Championship. He climbs the turnbuckle and holds the belt overhead having put on yet another wrestling clinic after his main event with with Frank Lynn.
Alecia Matthews: Joe Bishop picks up another impressive win on this Canadian tour.
Daniel Knight: But these wrestling showcases aren't going to help him when he's standing across the ring from a man with his career on the line. David Brennan is coming for that belt and Joe better be ready for him.
Lila Sleater: He doesn’t get in tonight, got it? Under no circumstances do you let that man step foot inside this arena. After what he did he’s suspended, indefinitely as far as I’m concerned. Do you understand?
The security guards nod affirmatively. Big, bulky guys, probably way too into their roids and saying bro all the time.
Lila Sleater: Good, he does not get to ruin another show. You see him you keep him out by any means necessary. Take a few extra shots from me while you’re at it.
The guards like the sound of that, but there’s a hint of nerves in the air, like they’re being lined up to try and stop a speeding truck. Lila doesn’t care, she just wants it done, nodding at them before storming off, though her final words drift through the air as she goes.
Lila Sleater: Trace Demon will not ruin any more shows.
We fade away, leaving the parking lot and heading for the arena proper. Now it’s time for the fireworks, for the fancy panning shot, and yes, for the generic introduction of our dear announce team.
Alecia Matthews: Ladies and gentlemen welcome! We are live from Rogers Place in Edmonton, Alberta, Canada for a very exciting show which will highlight the future of the WFWF!
Daniel Knight: More importantly did you see what I just saw? Trace Demon’s been suspended! He’s been banned from turning up tonight! What is Lila thinking?
Alecia Matthews: That he’s a sociopath who tried to hang The Future last week with his own cape?
Daniel Knight: Okay, fair point.
BOOM! POW! EXPLODE! The smell of pyro fills the air, because WFWF is a wrestling company that still starts every show burning thousands of pounds worth of fireworks, because we believe in the show biz of the sport, not cutting costs, even if there are only two matches on the card.
Alecia Matthews: Welcome to the fourth stop on our Canadian tour folks!
Daniel Knight: That’s right, tonight we’re Heading West, and we find ourselves in Edmonton, Alberta.
Alecia Matthews: Tonight sees WFWF World Heavyweight Champion Joe Bishop taking on a new comer with a penchant for the dramatic, Danny Young.
Daniel Knight: Also we’re told that Frank Lynn is in the building even though he’s not scheduled to compete tonight. Which you know…..is a thing.
Alecia Matthews: A thing it certainly is, and you know what else is a thing Daniel?
Daniel Knight: Surprise me Alecia.
Alecia Matthews: Our opening contest.
Daniel Knight: We get paid to do this.
A slight screech rings throughout the arena following a familiar theme music. “Gangsta’s Paradise” blasts on the PA system and the crowd uproars in a flurry of cheers and boos.
Alecia Matthews: Wait, what is this? Not a single soul said Ante Whitner would be here tonight.
Daniel Knight: Not only that but where's our damn opening bout?
Whitner appears at the tip of the stage, smug with longer hair and a scruffy beard. Donned in a black coat, black t-shirt, black jeans, and black gloves, Whitner moves down the smoky ramp like a shadow, each step in tune with the riffs of his theme song. A smug grin develops slowly on his face as he faces the ring.
Christa Adina: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome, the Golden Opportunity Champion, Ante Whitner!!!
The crowd continues to cheer and boo while the smoke settles. Whitner signals for a mic and his briefcase.
Daniel Knight: Ante Whitner looks more and more like a serial killer every time I see him.
Whitner taps the mic a few times before speaking into it.
Ante Whitner: It’s been far too long since I’ve stepped into this ring...and it hasn’t changed one f*ckin’ bit.
The crowd cheers, Ante peeling off his coat and throwing it aside.
Ante Whitner: So, it’s been a good amount of time to heal up and watch the sun bury itself many times over. The horizon has been waiting too f*ckin’ long for me to ride into it, but I believe that time has come. This ain’t just any ride down to the House of the Rising Sun, no no no. This is a f*ckin’ rollercoaster doomed to plow over any psychopathic, masochist Jew that happens to be in it’s way.
Alecia Matthews: Schneider.
Ante Whitner: Speaking from the tongue of an experienced simpleton, who obviously would rather be an emasculated, infantile complain-ee, this should be pretty f*ckin’ easy to understand. Philip Schneider, I want you. I crave you like a consumerist on bath salts, a husband desiring to escape wedlock, a Jew trying to reach the nearest temple on Shabbat. Plain and simple, you’re the nightmare fueling my flame. So, let’s talk business Schneider and put our petty remarks to the side. I want to show everyone what it takes to be a real man.
The crowd cheers.
Ante Whitner: A real man comes out here, battered and bruised, to talk some sh*t. A real man puts out the fire when no one else does and a real man ain’t waiting around being a keyboard warrior on the Internet. This is what a real man looks like...in a more obnoxious and vindictive demeanor. I lugged my broken ankle, my dislocated shoulder, and my hemorrhaging liver to this arena in buttf*ck Canada to make it clear to Philip Schneider that I don’t want petty business...I want a sweet, fiery, gore fest hosted by the late George Romero. Maybe we’ll have our good friend Dave Brennan ref the match, who f*ckin’ knows?
Daniel Knight: And what a match that would be, bringing the Night of the Living Dead director back from the dead!
Ante Whitner: I’ve set my eyes on you since you first walked out and clapped to my victory at SuperBrawl, keen on what a perplexing man like you would have in store. I’ve waited and waited, itching my skin to jab at you next. Well, at this point *lifts up sleeve*, I’ve itched too much of my skin off that I have a f*ckin’ skin graft, haha.
The crowd reacts in horror and disgust.
Ante Whitner: Gross, ain’t it? Hurts like a b*tch, but I’m proud, proud to be the one waiting for him and not be the one he’s waiting for. I sit on a throne, forged by the burning desire of bloodlust, and until you f*ckin’ get out here and show how big your balls are, I’ll be sitting here, waiting.
Whitner walks to the ropes and sits atop the turnbuckle with his arms crossed.
Ante Whitner: Get out here you f*ckin’ p*ssy.
The opening cords of "Shadows" by Yelawolf hits over the P/A system. The lights dim and the entrance way begins to flash as the drum beat kicks in. Ante turns his attention to the entrance way, anxiously awaiting the entrance of Phillip Schneider. But Schneider doesn't enter from the ramp. Instead, from behind Ante, Schneider comes from out of no where and cracks Ante in the back with a barbed wire baseball bat with a sickening thud. The music still plays as Ante drops to one knee. Schneider makes a one eighty around Ante, then smacks him square between the eyes with the barbed wire bat, a blood curdling thud as the bat rattles off skull, only amplified by the fact the music cut off at this exact point.
Daniel Knight: Shout out to Negan!
Schneider tosses the bat down, heading to the corner, retrieving the fumbled microphone in the process.
Phillip Schneider: THAT, IS, WHAT, I, DO, TO, PIECES, OF, CRAP, LIKE, HIM!!!
The crowd stunned at what they've just seen react with a mixed chorus of boos, cheers, jeers, and fear. Schneider hops down off the ropes, digging in his back pocket and pulling out a sickle with a huge blade on the end of it. The steel glistens in the television lights. Ante is up to his knees after the barbed wire bat shot, but a visceral wound oozes plasma from his face. Schneider approaches Ante with the sickle. He raises it high above his head. Ante's got blood running down his face, trickling into his eyes.. But he's able to get a hand up, catching Schneider with a low blow. Schneider fumbles the sickle.
Daniel Knight: Thank God.. Last thing that psychopath needs in his hands is a big knife.
Ante gets ahold of the sickle. With a sick smile on his face and blood literally running from his face like a running faucet, he grabs Schneider by the hair, pulling back and stretching the forehead skin tight. With the other hand, he presses the sickle into Schneider's face, immediately producing a flowing river of Schneider's blood from the forehead. In the process, Ante is dripping his own blood everywhere as well.
Alecia Matthews: Is no one going to come out here and stop this horror show? We went from a wrestling show to a slaughterhouse in moments here.
Schneider reaches above his head. He's reaching past the blade. Ante digs the blade in. And as he's leaning in, Schneider releases a fireball DIRECTLY in Ante's face. A giant blaze releases from Schneider's hands, engulfing Ante's entire head in a dramatic blaze before going out.
Daniel Knight: FIREBALL AT POINT BLANK RANGE!
Schneider staggers to his feet, a little worse for wear and wounded. He grabs the sickle, taking a swipe at Ante's back with it. Ante is rolling around in fear grabbing his face. Referees have made their way to the ring and are throwing water and towels over Ante's face. Schneider takes a swipe at a couple of referees before gathering his bat and leaving, bat in one hand, blood soaked sickle in the other.
Alecia Matthews: Jesus. We're going to have to take a commercial break while we get these maniacs out of here.
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The house lights dim, the psychedelic sounds of “Anthem of the Space” echo through the arena, and Frank Lynn, accompanied by his manager Daphne, make their way to the ring. They are in street clothes featuring the “Join the Revolution!” t-shirts prominently.
Daniel Knight: Here comes Frank Lynn. Looks like we’re about to get another sermon.
Alecia Matthes: Cut him some slack Daniel. The revolution makes some good points.
Daniel Knight: Listen, I just want to see some actual wrestling. When are we going to see Sean Casey vs. Jon Gotch. It was supposed to open the damn show!
They make their way into the ring to a generally positive response from the crowd, but also somewhat tentative. Frank doesn’t have a match so what is here he for? Frank gets a microphone from a staffer and begins to address the crowd.
Frank: Hello Edmonton!
The crowd responds with the obligatory cheap pop.
Frank: I bet you think I’m out here to say “I told you so”. Everything I predicted for Confluence came true… and then some! But thats not why I’m here tonight. I’m here because the fans… YOU… showed your true colors during the main event between Joe Bishop and I. You chanted “This is wrestling!” during our match.
The crowd cheers loudly in agreement that the main event match lived up to the hype.
Daphne joins Frank on the mic as they take turns speaking.
Daphne: Nobody chanted “This is wrestling!” when a guy in a dog suit came to the ring.
Frank: Nobody chanted “This is wrestling!” when another skeleton came out of the WFWF closet with an exploding baseball bat and sent promising young rookie Lizzie Hyde running for the hills.
Daphne: Nobody chanted “This is wrestling!” when the triple threat match turned into a handicap match that Vass had no chance to win.
Frank: Nobody chanted “This is wrestling!” when Trace Demon attempted to murder the Future.
The crowd lets out with roar of disapproval at the mention of hometown hero turned ultimate villain Trace Demon. Frank smiles and enjoys the moment, as he still hasn’t forgotten the boos he got after choking Trace out in front of an ungrateful Canadian audience.
Frank: Everyone chanted “This is wrestling!” when Joe Bishop and I had one of the most competitive… clean… pure matches the WFWF has seen in a very long time. You… the fans… want the same things the Revolution wants! Pure athletic competition between the best athletes in the world. That makes me feel a whole lot better about what could have been a demoralizing loss for me. I came up a little short in the match but the revolution came out way ahead.
Frank takes a moment to let it sink in, taking a few deep breaths before continuing.
Frank: I’m out here to ask you to take the next step. A few chants during a great match aren’t enough. If you enjoyed the match Joe and I put on and want more, then you have to do more. Joe and I cannot do this alone. We need you!
Another pause to let the crowd cheer for themselves.
Frank: We need you to bury the suits who run this place under a mountain of e-mails and tweets telling them exactly what you want - pure athletic competition - and when you want it - NOW!
Frank & Daphne: You can make a difference! Join the revolution!
Pyro shoots off on the stage and light rigging followed by a rain of red and blue “Join the Revolution!” flyers bearing the image of either Frank Lynn or Joe Bishop along with the e-mail addresses and twitter handles of many WFWF executives. Many people in the audience catch or pick up a flyer, fold it up, and place it in a pocket. A few pull out the cell phones and presumably send a tweet or e-mail to one of the addresses.
Frank and Daphne walk around the ring urging the fans on.
Suddenly, ”My Leftovers” by Porcelain and the Tramps blasts over the PA system.
Alecia Matthews: Uh oh, here comes trouble.
Daniel Knight: Last time these two were in the ring together, we got an impromptu match between Anna and Daphne. What's going to happen tonight?
Frank and Daphne turn towards the stage to see Anna Ahriman glaring at them while she picks up several flyers and tears them into confetti. Then she pulls a mic out and starts to talk while walking towards the ring.
Anna: Blah blah blah. Change is coming… Join the revolution… Save us. You’re turning into a broken record, old man. It’s not even an original song. It’s a second rate cover of Joe Bishop’s greatest hits.
Anna stops for a moment to pick up a red flyer and take a closer look.
Anna: Nice picture Frank. That’s you celebrating after the Future handed Trace’s head to you on a silver platter, isn’t it?
Daphne: You jealous, puta? Frank did what you couldn’t when he choked out Demon!
Anna: The skirt speaks. Put a muzzle on your pet Frank before I kick her ass again.
Frank: Enough princess. I didn’t come out here to be part of the sh*t show. I said my peace and I’m done for the night.
Anna: I’m not done, not by a long shot. You come out week after week talking sh*t about how the WFWF sucks and needs to be fixed. You call me out for being a green ass rookie not ready for the big show. You say I am only here because of who my father is.
Frank: If the glass slipper fits…
Anna: Don’t interrupt me old man. I know my name opened the door but I learned more about wrestling by the time I was sixteen than you will by the time you’re sixty… which is next month, right?
The crowd laughs at Anna’s insults. She has made her way to the ring steps and stops.
Anna: It really pisses me off that you came to the WFWF a year ago and you think you know what is best for business. I’ve been around the WFWF much longer than you. If I listed all the legends I’ve learned from, including my father, that would make you sh*t in your Depends. I’m ready for whatever the WFWF can throw at me including a holier than thou dipsh*t like you.
Anna slowly makes her way up the ring steps and enters the ring. Daphne starts to move towards her but Frank grabs Daphne’s arm and pulls her back to the opposite side of the ring.
Anna: Let me tell you, this place is just fine. If it ain’t broke don’t fix it. What you should be fixing is you! In the past year all you’ve done is try to ride other, better wrestlers coattails. You tried kissing Joshua Dean’s ass but he got himself injured. Then you moved on to kissing Joe Bishop’s ass, adopting his wrestling style and his sanctimonious attitude. I’m warning you Frank, you need to stop worrying about fixing the WFWF or trying to be someone you can never be. You should be worried about our match at Pacific Rim. I am an Ahriman! I’m gonna’ beat you down because that’s what an Ahriman does.
Anna strides to the center of the ring, microphone in one hand and her trademark kendo stick in her other hand pointing at Frank. Frank still looks calm but Daphne is on the verge of exploding at Anna. Frank pulls on Daphne’s arm and they both slide out of the ring to make their way up the ramp.
Anna: Where the hell are you going? Afraid of a fight?
Frank: Oh hell no! You must be stupid if you think I’m going to toss aside everything the revolution stands for and get in a brawl with you tonight when we already have a date at Pacific Rim. If we go at it tonight, you could get hurt. I want you at your absolute best for our match at Pacific Rim because I don’t want to give you any excuses to explain away the ass kicking I’m going to put on you. I’m sick and tired of you calling me a lackey or an ass kisser or anything else. After my match with Joe, everybody knows that ship has sailed… except for you. I can stand on my own with anybody in the WFWF… and that includes annoying second generation brats. You’ve given me no choice. I will choke you out because thats the only way to shut you up.
Anna: Go ahead Frank, run away. I know exactly when and where to find you. Pacific Rim is going to be my coming out party and you’re the guest of honor. I’m going to make everybody fear the Ahriman name starting with you!
Frank: You’re welcome to try but after the match, the name people will fear won’t be Ahriman. It will be Lynn!
Frank and Daphne disappear backstage. Anna’s music plays again as she struts around the ring for the fans before she makes her exit too.
Alecia Matthews: Frank took the high road keeping it to a verbal confrontation tonight. That won’t be the case at Pacific Rim.
Daniel Knight: Indeed. The match has become very personal for both of them.
Alecia Matthews: Now who’s going to clean up all these flyers so we can start the next match?
Daniel Knight: Oh, we're actually going to get a wrestling match now are we?
Alecia Matthews: Yup, and it's going to get this crowd damn lively as we see the battle of two fellow Canadian countrymen!
The opening chords of “You Won’t Know” by Brand New let the crowd know of the Violent Gentleman’s imminent arrival. There are boos, murmurings and secluded cheers, filling the arena with nervous tension. As the chorus kicks in, Sean Casey emerges from the back, a black hoodie over his gear, zipped up to the neck, the hood covering his head and hanging to the middle of his nose. On the back, in white, reads simply, “Violence is my pleasure.”
Christa Adina: The following match is scheduled for one fall, introducing first from Calgary, Alberta, Canada, weighing in at 239lbs, he is "The Violent Gentlemen", Sean Caseeeeeey!
Sean cuts a medium pace to the ring, walks up the steps, wipes his boots on the apron and steps through the ropes. He unzips his hoodie and pushes the hood back and off of his head before removing the hoodie completely, tossing it over the top rope to the floor. He cracks his knuckles and neck, walking to the far corner and leaning his back against it as his music fades out.
Unsung by Helmet plays and Jon Gotch walks through the curtain, holding a barbed wire bat.
Christa Adina: And his opponent, from Winnipeg, Manitoba Canada, weighing 243lbs, Jon Gooooootch!
Gotch slowly walks to the ring, staring at every fan as he walks by and he jumps onto the apron as the chorus kicks in and lifts his barbed wire bat in the air. Gotch gets into the ring and Sean Casey stares a hole through him as Gotch is pacing around the ring, waving his barbed wire bat around in the air like a total f*cking nutcase, much to the enjoyment of the home country Canadian fans. Casey doesn’t look all too pleased about it and stays at a safe distance while the referee tries his best to get Gotch to relinquish the weapon. Gotch feigns a swing at the ref who holds his arms up in defence but Gotch is only playing, because while he might be a psycho, he’s a playful one. The ref finally gets the bat and passes it out of the ring and before the bell has had a chance to be struck Casey charges across the ring and hits a front dropkick to the chest of Gotch smashing him back into the corner and driving the wind from him. The bell rings and Casey uses this head start to maintain dominance for a good few minutes with the crowd sh*tting all over him, driving knees into Gotch at every opportunity whilst going to work on Gotch’s own. Casey is laying running knees into a downed Gotch in the corner and eventually the referee gets in between them with a 5 count. Casey backs off but then is right back over to Gotch. He lifts Gotch up to his feet but is met with a stiff headbutt to the throat as Gotch rises. Gotch with a snap DDT and then rolls outside to go after his bat. The time keeper struggles to keep the bat from Gotch and eventually the referee is outside as well telling Gotch to drop it, trying to wrestle it from him. Gotch pulls free of the ref’s grasp and turns only to be met with Casey’s boots as he drives them between the bottom and second rope. Casey works Gotch’s knee some more, slamming it into the guard wall and hard arena floor. He lifts Gotch up, hits a knee breaker and then lifts him again, tossing him knee first into the ring post.
The referee begins counting both men out but Casey is back in. Gotch hobbles to his feet and makes it into the ring on 17. Sean Casey grabs Gotch by the arm and pulls him to his feet. He steps under and twists the arm before climbing to the top rope. He walks the top rope and then jumps off looking to hit a knock out knee to Gotch’s face but Gotch pulls him down and hits a lariat on his falling opponent. Gotch covers Casey but only gets a 2. Gotch realising the shift in momentum, hauls Casey to a vertical base and after a couple of short, sharp elbows hits the ropes, gearing up for his Northern Lariat but Casey drops low and takes a hobbled Gotch down with a drop toe hold, manoeuvres his legs and locks in the Sharpshooter! Having sustained a matches worth of assault on his knee Gotch fights valiantly as the hot Canadian crowd cheers him on, but eventually is forced to tap as Casey ups the torque on the hold.
Christa Adina: Here is your winner, Sean Casey!
The arena lights dim from movie theater pre-credits to completely pitch black. The crowd murmur, knowing what this means but not quite believing it after last week. And then that single spotlight shines down from the rafters into the ring, in the form of the very recognisable ‘F’ symbol, which can mean only one thing. That this isn’t just any old spotlight - it’s the Futch Signal.
Alecia Matthews: Wait, what? I thought… but after the last show…
Daniel Knight: I think everyone did Alecia, but we were all wrong! Despite the beating The Future took one of the worst beatings I’ve ever seen at the hands of Trace Demon, but here he is, just a couple of weeks later!
The Futch Signal manoeuvres it’s luminescent green light from the cage of the ring ropes to the base of the WFWF entrance stage. The crowd hushes in anticipation, wanting to see if this is really him, before the synth piano keys of Childish Gambino’s “II. Earth: The Oldest Computer” hits the amplifiers. The crowd absolutely lose their sh*t as 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. The mask, the cape, the attire, it’s him, it’s The Future.
Daniel Knight: That sure looks like him! Who else would wear something like that?
Alecia Matthews: Well it’s hard to get a good look at the face, that mask is covering more than usual tonight, but I think you might be right.
Christa Adina: Ladies annnnnd geeentlemen, introducing, From ARGENT CITTTYYYY! He is the WFWF's first and longest standing Superhero...WFWF hall of Famer....THE FUUUUU-TURE!
Indeed The Future’s mask envelops his eyes and, in an update to his classic look, covers the top of his head and his hair as well, but it’s unmistakable The Future who raises his hand over his eyes as if blocking out the sun’s glare, scanning the arena, looking out at the fans who cheer for him loudly. Future breaks his pose with a quick swing of his left arm as the song kicks into a semi-automatic burst of energy and 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. Future stands there, clearly happy to be back in front of a WFWF crowd.
Alecia Matthews: I honestly didn’t think we’d ever see The Future in a WFWF ring again, but here he is, and there’s no Trace Demon to spoil the moment tonight.
The Future climbs up the steel steps and pauses on the ring apron to again look out at the crowd before climbing into the ring, the lights still low, the Futch-signal still shinking down on him as he centres himself in the ring and picks up the microphone that has handily been left there for him. He goes to speak but a loud “Future” chant breaks out and he pauses, letting it sink in. He grins and… it’s familiar?
Alecia Matthews: After nearly having his career ended two weeks ago at the hands of Trace Demon The Future has made a remarkable comeback just one show later and-
‘The Future’: Did you miss me?
Alecia Matthews: Oh god.
Daniel Knight: That’s not The Future, is it?
No, no it is not. Because as ‘The Future’ slowly pulls away his mask the lights in the arena turn back on, revealing that the man beneath the mask is none other than…
Trace Demon: Surprise!
Alecia Matthews: That son of a b*tch.
The crowd erupt into boos at the sight of Trace Demon, even the Canadian fans having turned against their hometown hero following his actions two weeks ago. With the lights on the sight is even more macabre, because the blood stains on the cape make it clear that this is the same cape that the King of Demons used to hang The Future from the ring ropes just two weeks ago. Trace laughs at the unending torrent of abuse being fired his way, relishing it.
Trace Demon: Oh come on, did you really think this was your precious superhero making his grand return? This isn’t a comic book, heroes don’t just shrug things off and get better. Let me break it down for you. The Future is gone. And he’s not ever coming back. I ended his career, all because Lila Sleater can’t stop obsessing over me.
Alecia Matthews: Trace Demon is absolutely delusional.
Trace Demon: Lila Sleater thought she could bring in some ridiculous guy in a cape and that he’d solve her Trace Demon problem, and look what happened. And now she thinks she can suspend me? Ban me from the building? Do I look banned to you? I’m stood in the ring wearing a f*cking blood soaked cape! Fact is Lila there ain’t nothing you can do to stop me. You can’t fire me, not with my iron clad golden contract. Sure you can suspend me, but look how well that went this time eh? You try keeping me out of this ring and I’m just gonna keep showing up, making a spectacle and f*cking with everything you’ve got planned. And as the ratings go up and up, because let’s face it, they will, and the sponsors start questioning why we’re not featuring a guy who pushes the needle in actual matches… well, then that’s your problem to deal with, ain’t it? But the way I see it? I’m not waiting for you to make a decision, I’m gonna make it for you. After all, being a superhero is all about doing the right thing, isn’t it?
Trace Demon makes a mockery of holding the cape up to cover his face in a signature superhero move, which just draws another bout of boos. Trace laughs, genuinely having fun.
Trace Demon: In just a short while the WFWF will make their last stop of this little Canadian tour and you bet that yours truly is going to be on that show. Whether sanctioned or not, Trace Demon is going to be in that building, in that ring, and he’s going to be wrestling. So the only question left to answer is who? Who is going to step inside this ring and face me? Who is going to try and kill the devil himself? You’ve got time. Two weeks to decide, two weeks for someone to grow some balls and accept my challenge. But no matter who it is when we roll into Vancoucer I will be stood here waiting and I won’t leave until someone comes out and gets an ass-kicking. Oops, looks like my times up.
Finally the security team from the parking lot have made their way inside the building and are marching down the ramp towards the ring, determined to do their job. Trace Demon continues to smirk as he waits for them to surround the ring, at least three on each side, giving him no room to escape. Well, that’s the plan at least.
Trace Demon: Superhero exit time.
He drops the microphone and the moment it hits the ring the lights in the arena blink out all at once. It only lasts a few seconds but when they turn back on there’s no sign of Trace Demon, just the microphone in the ring. The security team look around, confused, no idea where he’s gone, but one thing’s for certain.
Trace Demon is going to at Pacific Rim, and he’s going to fight. The only question is who?
The arena lights dim before coming to a total darkness, save for the lighting from some fans cell phones.
"Whoever appeals to the law against his fellow man is either a fool or a coward. Whoever can not take care of himself without that law is both.
For a wounded man shall say to his assailant, 'If I live, I will kill you. If I die, you are forgiven.' such is the rule... of honour."
The lighting in the building begins to pulsate violently as the heavy instrumental of Omerta by Lamb of God fills the arena. The fans look towards the entrance way where the lighting flickers from white, to blood red then back to complete darkness, save for a single spotlight shining down over the figure of "The Wrestler", Danny Young. He raises his head as the camera focuses on his face, his hair hanging over it before pushing it back to reveal eyes similar to that of a hungry animal closing in on wounded prey. He grins wickedly before beginning his walk to the ring as the lyrics of the song kick in.
Christa Adina: "Introducing to the ring, hailing from Osaka Prefecture, Japan, he stands 6 feet 4 inches tall and weighs in at 246 pounds, he is "The Wrestler... Danny Young!!!"
As he gets closer to the ring, he ignores the hands of any fans reaching for his attention. He takes an incredible vertical leap to the ring apron, wiping his feet before climbing in and heading straight to a turnbuckle on the opposite side of the ring, turning to a crouched position as he bounces on his heels, his hair hanging over his face once again as he waits for Joe Bishop to make his entrance.
Darkness engulfs the building as 'Stay Away' hits the loudspeakers. On the titantron 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. 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 soak in cheers 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. He climbs up the ring steps, and enters the ring through the second and third rope. Bishop 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.
Christa Adina: “Introducing now, the reigning WFWF World Heavyweight champion...residing from Wimbledon, England, standing 6’1” and weighing in at 205 lbs......JOE BIIIIIISHOOOOOOP!!!”
The fans let out an almighty cheer for Joe Bishop who passes his championship outside of the ring.
The referee looks towards both men before calling for the bell, signalling the start of the match.
Straight away, both competitors begin to circle one another. Danny Young extends his hand in a show of sportsmanship which Joe Bishop slaps in a friendly manner. The two men continue in their motion before they lunge in, taking a Collar and Elbow Tie Up. Straight away, Danny Young begins to power Joe Bishop back, eventually getting him up against the ropes. The referee attempts to get between both men before beginning to count for a break.
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The two men begin circling one another before lunging in to a second Collar and Elbow Tie Up, this time, Joe Bishop begins to force his way out and drops behind Young, taking him from behind with a Waistlock. BANG. One big Back Elbow strike. BANG. A second big Back Elbow strike. Joe Bishop relinquishes his grasp and attempts to tend to his jaw. Danny Young turns and instantly pulls Joe Bishop in with a Side Headlock. Bishop begins to back up with both men against the ropes before he pushes danny Young off. Young hits the ropes on the opposite side of the ring as Joe Bishop leaps through the air. Young keeps himself at the ropes as Bishop attempts a Dropkick. Bishop manages to flip through, showing his intentions to be a Dropkicksault. Young instantly bursts from the ropes, throwing all of his momentum behind him as he attempts to take the head of Joe Bishop off. Bishop bridges backwards with a matrix style dodge of the lariat. Young hits the ropes behind Bishop instead, giving him the time to get back to a vertical base and throw himself at Young with a vicious Dropkicksault.
Danny Young rolls underneath the bottom rope, trying to tend to his jaw. Joe Bishop begins to jump up and down momentarily, prompting the fans to clap their hands as he hits the ropes and sprints towards Young. He throws himself over the top rope and on to him with a beautiful Plancha Dive.
The referee begins to count
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Danny Young has managed to pull Joe Bishop out of the air before he turns himself and pops his hips to launch Bishop overhead and in to the ring apron with a vile Overhead Belly to Belly Suplex.
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The referee begins to count
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Joe Bishop pulls himself up on to the ring apron, crouching down as Young rolls off of the apron and on to his feet.
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Danny Young drops to his knees from the kick as Bishop pauses on the apron, backing up a little as Young begins to recover a little.
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Bishop takes a handful of hair to get danny Young up to his feet before he throws him underneath the bottom rope. He follows in closely behind him and attempts a cover.
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“Let’s go danny!”
“Joe Bishop!”
Young grabs on to the middle rope and begins to pull himself to his feet as Joe Bishop takes a few steps back before lunging in with a stomp to the shoulder blades of danny Young. Young lets out a shout of agony before turning to face Joe Bishop. Bishop takes a step back before lunging in once again with a stomp, well, more of a kick to the face of danny Young. Young’s head drops slowly… before it rises and his eyes scream out a defiant “Let’s go!”
Bishop backs up a little before making a “Get up!” gesture to danny Young who obliges and throws himself at Joe Bishop with a well placed Kidney Punch. Bishop looks shocked from the force of the strike and tries to cover up. Right Hook to the body. Low kick to the left leg. Right middle kick. Young takes the head of Joe Bishop and pulls him in, only to smash him with the European Uppercut. Bishop staggers backwards and before he knows it, his back is pressed firmly against the ropes. Danny Young grins at him before holding his palm out flat towards the sky and motioning with his fingers for Joe Bishop to bring it.
Bishop sprints towards Young who takes him over with an Arm drag. Young comes towards Bishop who then takes him over with another Arm drag. Young heads towards him again with Bishop attempting another, but the herculean like strength of danny Young helps him stop the arm drag attempt as he plants his feet firmly. Young reaches over, placing his arm around the stomach and lifting Joe Bishop up over his shoulder. Bishop begins to kick his legs only for Young to swing him around with force and drive his lower back down hard over his knee with a Backbreaker. Bishop cries out in agony, but Young isn’t finished there. He locks his arms around the waist of Joe Bishop before he swings him around in to a gutwrench position, holding him in the air. Bishop tries to get his feet to the floor but before he can do that, Young swings him around and plants his knee, driving the lower back of Joe Bishop in to it once again. Bishop shouts out but Young places a hand on his jaw and one on his legs, stretching him out over his knee. Bishop reaches up with his hands, trying to displace the hand of danny Young from his jaw to no avail. Young releases his grasp and dumps Bishop off of his knee and on to the back of his head, knocking him a little loopy. He rolls through on to his knees which only helps danny Young more.
Young backs up quickly before shooting forward and throwing himself at a downward angle to smash through Joe Bishop with the Falling Lariat. He attempts a cover instantly.
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Wait!
Before he can properly lock in Mactabilis Factum, danny Young uses a small burst of energy to roll his body backwards, causing the arm of Joe Bishop to be trapped in his posession. He suddenly spins his body and throws himself down with the arm of Joe Bishop, planting his feet and locking in the Fujiwara Armbar!
Danny Young pulls back desperately on his submission hold, his feet planted to give him a better angle on the move. Bishop reaches out with his leg, getting it on the bottom rope momentarily. No need for the five count as danny Young releases his grasp instantly, instead floating over to take back control and lock in a waistlock. He plants his feet and uses all of his strength to deadlift Joe Bishop, taking him from the ground and walking around the ring with him before turning his back to the turnbuckle and throwing him overhead in to it with a German Suplex. He gets back to his feet, taking Joe Bishop by his head and pulling him from the corner and in to the middle of the ring. He props him up so he’s sitting on his heels while kneeling and takes a step back, only to swing his foot in to the chest of Joe Bishop with a vile Shoot Kick. He swings again. THUD. He swings again. THUD. He swings again. THUD. He swings again THUD. The fans let out a gasp of shock as blood begins to fly off of the chest of Joe Bishop from the force of these kicks.
Joe Bishop hangs his head as danny Young prods him with the tip of his boot, shoving him to try and wake him up. He grabs him by the back of his head and gets him to a vertical base before smashing him with a Forearm Shot. He tries to cover up, only to be met with another Low Kick. He shakes his head before rotating his body and clobbering Joe Bishop with a Spinning Back Fist before jumping up and catching him in the jaw with a Jumping Knee Strike. Joe Bishop staggers backwards before he cracks danny Young with an Elbow Blow. Young looks rocked as Bishop takes hold of the back of his head. BANG. BANG. BANG. BANG. BANG. BANG. BANG. BANG. 9 elbow strikes to the head of danny Young! He should be out cold!
Joe Bishop releases his grasp on the back of danny Young’s head, only for Young to bring his hand around to catch Bishop with a vile Palm Strike. Bishop looks stunned! Danny Young ducks behind Joe Bishop and traps him in the Sleeper Hold, refusing to relinquish his grasp as Joe Bishop falls to one knee. Young drops on to his back but Joe Bishop rolls backwards, making it so danny Young is unable to release his hold but also pinning his shoulders to the mat!
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Christa Adina: Here is your winner, Joe Bishooop!
Young releases the hold and Bishop is up on his feet, holding his throat but smiling, knowing he just outsmarted the new kid on the block. Young's still not 100% sure on what happened but as Bishop's theme blasts around the arena he quickly comes to the right conclusion. Young is still laid on his back, propped up on his elbows, looking rather incredulous and then Bishop holds out a hand. Young, whilst frustrated in defeat is quick to accept that he should have had the wherewithal to realise he was being pinned, and accepts the hand, pulling him up to his feet. The two brits shake and then Young drops to his back and rolls under the bottom rope as Bishop is handed his WFWF World Heavyweight Championship. He climbs the turnbuckle and holds the belt overhead having put on yet another wrestling clinic after his main event with with Frank Lynn.
Alecia Matthews: Joe Bishop picks up another impressive win on this Canadian tour.
Daniel Knight: But these wrestling showcases aren't going to help him when he's standing across the ring from a man with his career on the line. David Brennan is coming for that belt and Joe better be ready for him.
