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Post by Drakz on Sept 16, 2017 14:19:57 GMT -5
 Bang! Boom! Excitement!Alecia Matthews: Hello sports fans and welcome to the WFWF. leave your morals at the door because tonight is going to be spicy! Daniel Knight: That’s right. Some like it hot, but some like it hot AND wrapped in barbed wire. Trust us, it’s going to be a total sh*t storm. Darkness engulfs the arena 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, the WFWF fans cheering loudly for the former WFWF Champion. The Englishman looks out at them, a stoic expression on his face. 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.Daniel Knight: Honestly I’m surprised to see Joe out here tonight. I thought he’d be too ashamed to show his face after losing the WFWF World Championship. Alecia Matthews: Well I’ve heard rumours that nobody has been able to reach him since that loss, including Frank Lynn. Daniel Knight: Makes you question whether he cared more about that title than his so called revolution. Alecia Matthews: Well whatever it is Joe Bishop is here for tonight you can bet he’ll have something to say about David Brennan. Bishop is handed a microphone but doesn't speak, not immediately. He paces around the ring, thinking of what he wants to say. Reluctantly he stops, looks out at the fans and says, simply...Joe Bishop: Last week… I failed. The crowd boo, less the idea that Joe failed, more that he thinks it.Joe Bishop: When I started this revolution, this attempt to change the way the WFWF worked, to make it a better place, a safer place, a place where the wrestling matters, I knew that being the WFWF World Champion was crucial to making anything happen. So when I won that title I told myself there was no way I was going to lose it until something had changed, until the WFWF was better than the day I won that title. In Canada I lost the WFWF World Championship and… nothing has changed. Bishop’s head drops down, emotion getting the better of him, disappointment oozing out of every pour.Joe Bishop: I lost the WFWF World Championship too soon to make any difference to this sh*t show of a wrestling company, and I’ve got nobody to blame but myself. Now I could blame Lila Sleater for clearly setting the scales against me, even a blind person could see that she wanted that title off of me and around David Brennan’s waist, but I won’t, because that’s the very same kind of thing I’m trying to stop. Excuses, politics, main events like this carnival show tonight… those are the kind of things this revolution is about. I had the chance to make a real difference, a chance to change things with that title around my waist and I failed. But if you think I’m done, you’re damn wrong! The crowd cheer loudly as Bishop gets fired up.Joe Bishop: I might have lost, but this revolution is not done! That title might not be around my waist right now, but it damn well will be soon. I’ve got a rematch coming my way and Brennan, now that I’ve felt what it’s like to have that title and lose it you can be damn sure that I’m going to fight like my life depends on it to get it back. Not just for me, but for all of these fans who deserve a champion they can look up to and a company they can respect. And Brennan, as much as I respect the things you can do in this ring, that champion is not you. You know it, I know it, these people know it. You might have changed your ways but you are not somebody these people can rally behind, you are not somebody who can change this company the way it needs to be changed. The only man here capable of doing that is me, and it doesn’t matter how much blood, sweat and tears I have to give to do it, I will get my title back. This revolution isn’t over, it’s only just- CRACK!
Bishop doesn’t see it coming, because it happens so fast. Trace Demon slides into the ring from behind Bishop with that shiny black metal baseball bat in hand and, just like in weeks past, he swings it violently into the back of Bishop’s knee with a violent and sickening crack. Bishop goes to the ground immediately, microphone skidding across the ring. He grabs his knee, which is almost certainly injured, and screams in pain. All the while Trace Demon smirks from over him.Alecia Matthews: Again? Again?! We’ve seen Trace Demon take out Devilkiller and The Future with that bat and now he’s coming after Joe Bishop? What is wrong with him? Daniel Knight: Come on Alecia, you want to make sense out of Trace Demon’s actions? He’s been completely unhinged ever since he lost to Frank Lynn! The boos inside the arena are deafening, but to Trace Demon it’s nothing but music to his ears, the sweet sound of hatred flowing from every single person. He stands there, twirls the bat in his hands, waiting as Bishop desperately tries to push himself to his feet. He lets him get so far up, just enough to give him some semblance of hope, and then the King of Demons swings the bat straight into the back of the knee a second time, the crack echoing out into the front row, drawing cringes from those unlucky enough to be there. Bishop collapses, holding his leg, but Trace Demon isn’t done. He kicks away Bishop’s hands, still smirking, enjoying himself, then lifts the bat up and just straight up slams it down into the knee of the former WFWF World Champion, drawing a blood curdling scream from the usually composed Brit. Trace backs up, then twirls the bat, holding it like a golf club. He takes a running start and drives it into the kneecap, letting out a shout afterwards…Trace Demon: Four! Trace Demon bursts into laughter while Bishop rolls around on the floor, holding his knee close to his chest, the agony clear for all to see. The Villain doesn’t look set to stop, holding the bat out as if lining up another shot, but then he notices Frank Lynn out of the corner of his eye, the Thunderbird charging down the ring full belt. Trace Demon doesn’t wait around for a fight, he drops down and rolls out of the ring just as Lynn slides into it from the opposite end. Lynn doesn’t go after him, dropping down next to Bishop, checking on him and shouting for some help. Officials and the medical team quickly follow, all racing to the ring to check on the clearly decimated knee of Joe Bishop. Trace Demon hasn’t gone far. He stands, bat in hand, atop the security barricade, grinning from ear to ear.Trace Demon: You thought we were done?! We’re not done till I say so! Welcome back to the sh*t show, hope you survive the motherf*cking experience! He lets out a loud cackle of a laugh and then drops down backwards from the barricade onto his feet, the King of Demons walking through the crowd to the backstage area, leaving Frank Lynn and a horde of WFWF officials and doctors to check on the knee of Joe Bishop, which is not looking good. Bishop tries to roll away from them but just flops to the floor outside the ring. The medics are down with him as they pull a stretcher board out from under the ring.Daniel Knight: Well if that didn’t turn your stomach enough it’s time for some hard hitting action that is sure to please. The 2016 Rookie of the Year Frank Lynn versus the 2015 Rookie of the Year Lucas Crowe! Alecia Matthews: It’s been nine months since David Brennan beat Lucas Crowe at SuperBrawl for the International title. That was the last time we saw the “Motor City Nightmare”. Nobody knows what to expect from him tonight but surely making up for that loss is high on his list. Daniel Knight: You got that right. Not only is “Motor City Nightmare” back but he is even bigger and more menacing. To paraphrase the great Mr. T: “I pity the fool who has to step in the ring with Lucas Crowe.” Alecia Matthews: I don’t because his opponent is a man on a mission. The “Lethal Weapon” Frank Lynn has been on roll ever since he made Ante Whitner tap out to the Dasochoku at Ultimate Supremacy. I doubt he is intimidated by Lucas Crowe any more than he was by Trace Demon, Joe Bishop, or Anna Ahriman. Frank Lynn is completely committed to the revolution and earning a shot at championship gold. Daniel Knight: But Frank has never faced a monster like Crowe. How do you beat a building that hits back? Alecia Matthews: We’re about to find out because Christa is in the ring to make the introductions. The opening riff of “Welcome To My Nightmare” rings through the arena leaving those in the audience with a foreboding feeling as to what is coming next. Finally the rest of the band kicks in and out from behind the curtain saunters the nearly seven foot frame of the “Motor City Nightmare” Lucas Crowe.
As soon as Lucas Crowe is fully visible, he is greeted by a roar of approval from the audience that drowns out Alice Cooper and his band. A prodigal son has returned to the WFWF and for the moment the fans are more than happy to give him a hero’s welcome.
Crowe takes his time walking briskly down the entrance ramp, taking pause to survey some members of the crowd. Crowe gets to the ring, grabs the top rope and pulls himself up to the apron before stepping over the top rope. Crowe swings his duster jacket off and tosses it over the top rope to the floor. He shadow boxes with the turnbuckle for a moment before turning his attention to his next opponent.Christa Adina: Ladies and gentlemen, now entering the ring making his return to the WFWF… standing almost seven feet tall and weighing almost four hundred pounds… from Detroit, Michigan… he is the “Motor City Nightmare” Lucas Crooooowe! There is another deafening roar from the crowd. Lucas holds his arms over his head and roars a bestial scream, reclaiming his place in the WFWF pantheon.
The arena goes black. The first psychedelic guitar screams of "Anthem of the Space" blast out over the arena speakers as multi-colored spotlights zoom around the arena, converging on the entrance stage to bathe Frank Lynn in a bright white light. He stands with his arms spread and looks to the sky, soaking in the moment. His manager Daphne comes out to join Frank on stage and they make a slow purposeful walk to the ring, the spotlight following each of their steps as it cycles through the colors of the spectrum.
They get to the ring, walking completely around it as Lucas and Frank exchange a cold hard stare, sizing each other up. Frank lets Daphne walk up the steps first and she enters the ring. She holds the ropes for Frank who steps into the ring and stands in the center with his arms spread. The single white spotlight suddenly splits into many different colored spotlights which zoom out from them and dance around the crowd as the house lights come up. As he is announced, Daphne removes his coat, carefully folds it up, and exits the ring to take her position on the floor by Frank's corner.Christa Adina: Ladies and Gentlemen, now entering the ring accompanied by his manager Daphne Velasquez… from Boston, Massachusetts… standing 6’ 2” and weighing 232 lbs... the “Lethal Weapon” Frank Lynnnnnn! Frank approaches Lucas and extends an arm, offering his hand in a pre-match handshake as a sign of respect. Crowe looks at Frank quizzically, then slaps Frank’s hand away, throws his huge arms over his head, and roars again. The crowd’s warm reception is already cooling off towards Crowe following his disrespectful action.Christa Adina: Lucas is having none of Frank’s honorable combat. Daniel Knight: Lucas is here to destroy. That’s all he cares about. Screw the revolution. The ref makes a quick show of checking each wrestler for foreign objects before signaling for the bell.
DING DING DINGAlecia Matthews: Two rookies of the year! A former champion versus a future champion! The Motor City Nightmare Lucas Crowe and the Lethal Weapon Frank Lynn meet for the first time ever right here right now! Daniel Knight: This should be great! It will be a real test for Frank Lynn. Despite the layoff, Lucas Crowe has the experience edge to match his obvious edge in size and strength. Alecia Matthews: It is a role reversal for Frank from his last match when he faced Anna Ahriman. In that match he was Goliath. Tonight he is David. Lucas steps towards Frank, who to his credit does not back down. With unexpected speed for a man his size, Lucas grabs Frank by the shoulders and throws him backwards into the corner. He follows in attempting to squash Frank with his massive frame but Frank drops down to the mat and slides under his legs to get behind Crowe. Lucas turns around and is met with a dropkick that would have hit most opponents in the face but catches Lucas in the chest.
Frank follows it up with a series of chops to Lucas’ chest, then switches to kicks to Crowe’s legs. The attack only serves to anger the Motor City Nightmare and he lashes out, smacking Frank in the chest with an open hand blow that sends Lynn flying backwards. Frank rolls with the fall turning it into a backwards somersault and bounces to his feet. He keeps some space between him and Lucas while taking a quick glance down to see a red hand print on his chest. Frank looks up into Lucas’ eyes and beckons him adding a verbal taunt “Okay big man. Come at me!”Daniel Knight: Still very much in the feeling out stage. Crowe’s power versus Frank’s speed. Alecia Matthews: And Frank’s skill versus Crowe’s brawling. A real clash of styles. Daniel Knight: About the only trait they share is there is no backing down in either man. Look at Frank throwing a challenge in Lucas’ face. Lucas answers Frank’s challenge, again displaying unexpected speed as he rams Frank into the corner with a shoulder block. He follows it up with a punch to the jaw that sends spit and a tooth flying into the crowd.Daniel Knight: Frank will be visiting the dentist tomorrow. Alecia Matthews: Probably not the first time nor is it likely to be the last time. Lynn quickly recovers and retaliates with a kick to Crowe’s stomach. Lynn then grabs Crowe’s head while jumping onto the second rope. Frank attempts a tornado DDT but Lucas shrugs Lynn off and tosses him across the ring.
The angry giant strides towards Frank going for a Yakuza Kick. Frank ducks so the kick only partially connects with the top of his head. Slightly dazed, Frank is still able to counter with a drop toe hold. Frank grabs Lucas’ foot and lifts it up, then slams it down driving Crowe’s knee into the mat, repeating the move several times. Then Frank hits an elbow drop to the back of Lucas’ knee and slaps on a modified ankle lock.Alecia Matthews: No man is a giant when they are on the mat. Frank is controlling things well so far. After an impressive display of pure strength, Crowe is able to roll over and reverse the ankle lock into a head scissors lock. Frank’s MMA instincts immediately kick in and he pushes off the mat with both hands freeing his head from between Lucas’ legs.
The two men square off again in the center of the ring. Lucas starts to move in towards Frank who counters with a super kick. Lucas pulls up and protects his head with a beefy forearm but there is no impact. Frank was only feinting a kick to the head, instead quickly resetting and kicking Lucas in the knee. Crowe drops to his knees. Frank slingshots off the second rope spinning 180 degrees in the air and hits the Spaz Attack, a Thezs press followed by hard elbow strikes to the head.Alecia Matthews: Smart strategy and brilliant execution so far by Frank. Perhaps Lucas should have tried an easier opponent to shake off the ring rust? Lucas Crowe covers up trying to block the vicious MMA ground and pound but Frank was waiting for him to do just that. He grabs Lucas’ arm and spins around into an armbar. Frank puts his entire body into stretching out Crowe’s arm but Lucas is too strong. He manages to lock his hands together and prevent Frank from straightening out the arm. Lucas actually sits up and looks Frank straight in the eyes while smiling!
Frank scrambles to avoid an elbow strike to his head and tries to put Crowe in a triangle choke. Lucas is having none of it, wrapping a meathook hand around Frank’s throat, slapping him with his other hand, and then throwing Frank into the corner. He charges into the corner hitting a massive flying knee to Frank’s head.Daniel Knight: Oooooh! That looked like it hurt. Now we’re seeing some of the old Lucas Crowe, a straight up ass kicker. Alecia Matthews: This is the Lucas Crowe who beat Cameron Stone last year. Frank may have awakened a beast. Lucas again whips Frank across the ring into the opposite corner with enough force to shake the ring. He charges at Frank for another knee strike but Frank springs out of the corner and using Crowe’s own momentum against him, lifts him up into a fireman’s carry straight into a neck breaker. Frank’s frustration shows as instead of following up his move he retreats to the ropes to shake the cobwebs out of his head, looking at the behemoth from the Motor City slowly getting up showing no signs that anything Frank has done has hurt him.Daniel Knight: WOW! What a display of strength by the little guy. Alecia Matthews: Little guy? Frank is a big man in his own right and obvious strong too - strong enough to get Crowe up and over for the Ushigaroshi. See how little you look standing next to Lucas Crowe. Daniel Knight: Ushigowhatsee? Is that a new Pokemon? Alecia Matthews: Moron… just call the match. Like two bulls, the wresters storm towards each other and exchange a flurry of punches, chops, and kicks. Lucas shows off his unmatched strength as each blow rocks Frank but he shows his indomitable will, standing his ground and countering every one of Lucas’ strikes with a one of his own.
Lucas goes for a short clothesline but Frank ducks under, spins around behind Lucas, and amazes the crowd when he deadlifts the huge man for a bridging german suplex!
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Kickout!Alecia Matthews: Early pin fall attempt by Frank. He’s putting Lucas on notice. One mistake and this is over. Daniel Knight: That’s true for both men as one mistake by Frank and Crowe will knock his head off… literally! The attempted pinfall only serves to make Lucas Crowe even angrier and he catches Frank by surprise, whipping him into the ropes. Frank bounces back towards Lucas who lifts him into the air for a pop up power bomb but Frank counters by kicking both feet into Crowe’s massive chest and using him as a launching pad for a back flip.
Crowe stumbles backwards and looks at Frank, releasing his rage in a roar before charging. Frank can’t get out of the way. Crowe catches him in a bear hug, squeezing tight while lifting Frank’s feet off the mat and swinging him around for added pressure. Then the Motor City Nightmare hits a bone crushing belly to belly suplex. He goes for a cover.
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Kickout!Daniel Knight: Powerful suplex but not enough to put Frank Lynn down. He has too much heart to be beat that easily. Alecia Matthews: Neither man is going to give up easily. Too much is on the line. Respect, momentum, a potential future title shot, and of course continued success for the revolution. Daniel Knight: I’m sure Lucas Crowe wants to win for the revolution. Alecia Matthews: Assh*le. Call. The. Damn. Match! Clearly frustrated, Lucas lifts Frank up and whips him into the ropes, going for and hitting a pop up power bomb and going for another cover.
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Once again frustrated by Frank Lynn’s resilience, Crowe lifts Frank up with a giant paw on either side of his head. He smiles sadistically and headbutts Frank, who stumbles backwards into the ropes. Crowe charges in and hits a clothesline that sends Frank over the top rope and crashing down to the floor.
Daphne comes over to check on Frank, whispering words of encouragement into his ear while Crowe looks on menacingly and the ref starts a count. Daphne gets the ref to back Crowe away from the ropes so she can help Frank get back in the ring while giving him a few last words of instruction.Alecia Matthews: I’m surprised Lucas Crowe didn’t follow Frank Lynn to the floor. Maybe he is a changed man. Daniel Knight: Or not… look out ref. Lucas shoves the referee out of the way and starts punching Frank, forcing him back into the ropes. Frank tries to bob and weave but can’t avoid Crowe’s fists. He’s looking dazed and confused. The crowd shows their support of the revolutionary by chanting.
LET’S GO FRANK!
Crowe pauses in his assault and sneers at the crowd.Daniel Knight: There’s the Lucas Crowe we know and love. Alecia Knight: Well, the Lucas Crowe we know at least. Not so sure about the love part. Frank uses the opening, stomping on Crowe’s feet until the big man hops backwards away from the unexpected and unorthodox attack. Frank follows it up attempting a running shoulder block that Crowe shrugs off. Frank tries again but Crowe shrugs it off. Frank tries a third shoulder block, but changes course and runs around Crowe to bounce off the ropes. Now coming at Lucas from behind, Frank leaps into the air and flies over Crowe, grabbing Crowe’s head as he flies and hitting a bulldog!
Finally, Lucas goes down.
Frank keeps a tight hold on Crowe’s head and smashes his face into the mat a half dozen times. Frank keeps up the aggression attacking Lucas at a fast pace, hitting three consecutive elbow drops to the back Crowe’s neck. Lucas Crowe still resists and struggles to his feet but Frank is ready. He takes the giant back down to the mat with an STO and locks on the Dasochoku!Alecia Matthews: DASOCHOKU! This is the first real attempt by either wrestler to finish the match. Daniel Knight: But can Frank get the hold on properly. It looks like Lucas Crowe’s massive size is giving Frank problems. Frank grapevines his legs around Crowe’s body but struggles to lock them into place. Crowe is able to counter the Dasochoku, squeezing a hand between Frank’s arm and his own throat. Slowly, ever so slowly, Crowe is able to create separation and eventually break the hold.
A shocked Frank Lynn backs away. Daphne shouts some words of encouragement about thinking outside the box. Lucas looks at Frank with a mix of respect and disdain.
The two men circle each other. Then, to everyones surprise, Frank sticks his arms up in the air challenging Lucas to a test of strength. Lucas laughs at Frank, then willingly locks hands with his smaller opponent.Alecia Matthews: What the hell is Frank thinking? Daniel Knight: Is he seriously going to test his strength against Crowe? He must have suffered a head trauma earlier in the match that we missed. This is insane. For a few seconds they have an actual test of strength but it is obvious to everyone that Lucas has a clear advantage as he overpowers Frank and starts to push him down to his knees. Then Frank falls backwards pulling Lucas down with him. At the same time Frank kicks his legs up into Lucas’ abdomen creating a fulcrum. Using Lucas momentum against him again, Frank hits a monkey toss that sends Crowe flipping head over heels into the turnbuckles, one of his feet getting caught up in the ropes.
Frank’s eyes light up!Alecia Matthews: Brilliant. Absolutely brilliant! Frank just played Lucas like a cheap guitar. Daniel Knight: He better make good use of it or a very pissed off Lucas Crowe is going to rip his head off and throw it into the crowd as a souvenir. Daphne: What are you waiting for?! Get to work Frank! Lucas is temporarily caught in the tree of woe. Frank gets a running start and hits a dropkick to his trapped foes’ face.
Frank frees Lucas’ foot from the ropes and stomps on him several times so that Lucas is lying facedown on the mat. Frank leaps up and hits a split legged moonsault landing on the small of the back.
Frank rolls Crowe over and covers him.
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Kickout!
Frank grabs Lucas around the waist and attempts to lift him for a german suplex but Lucas blocks. Lucas then rips Franks hands apart and spins around behind him, locking in the Motor City Blackout!Daniel Knight: See, just like I said. Lucas got up and now we get to see him squeeze Frank Lynn’s head until it pops like a pimple. Alecia Matthews: Yeah, uh… thanks for that image. You do have a point… sort of. Frank didn’t capitalize when he had the chance and now its The Motor City Nightmare’s turn to give Frank a few nightmares of his own. Lucas lifts Frank up so that legs dance in the air inches above the mat increasing the pressure in the hopes that Frank will submit or pass out. Frank fights the choke but starts to fade.
The ref steps in, lifts Frank’s arm, and releases it. It falls limply to his side.
Daphne starts to pound the ring apron trying to get the crowd fired up. They respond.
LET’S GO FRANK!
The ref lifts the arm a second time and again it falls limply.
LET’S GO FRANK!
The ref checks for the third and final time. Frank’s arm starts to fall but stops halfway.
LET’S GO FRANK!
Frank forms a fist and raises his arm, feeding off the energy of the crowd.
Sensing that Frank is not going to give up nor is he going to pass out, Lucas starts to shake him violently from side to side. Frank’s face is turning from a bright red to a sickly blueish purple (or is it purplish blue?) but he is still fighting the choke. He uses the swinging motion Lucas provided to propel one of his legs high over his head and kick Lucas in the head. Lucas falls to his knees. As he falls, Frank reaches up to grab Crowe’s head and he hits a jawbreaker. Lucas releases the hold and stumbles backwards holding his jaw. Frank falls to his hands and knees gasping for air.Alecia Matthews: That was damn close for Frank but he got out of the Motor City Blackout! Daniel Knight: Not many can say that. But, Frank is still in trouble. Lucas is just getting started. Lucas recovers faster than Frank and he is furious now. He lifts Frank above his head in a gorilla press and struts around the ring so everyone can see how he is dominating the Lethal Weapon.
Lucas starts running towards the ring ropes with Frank still held above his head. Just as Lucas collides with the ropes he releases Frank and throws him as far as he can. Frank flies through the air out of the ring, over the security barriers, and into the crowd finally crashing back to earth in the third row.
HOLY SH*T! HOLY SH*T! HOLY SH*T!Daniel Knight: Holy sh*t is right! Lucas Crowe just launched Frank Lynn into the crowd like a… I don’t know… a lawn dart? Has that been used before? Alecia Matthews: That could have been disaster for Frank but guess what? The fans caught him! It looks like Frank Lynn’s army that he was recruiting at a rally earlier today is paying dividends. They are actually helping him. Franks landing is cushioned by the fans, many wearing “Join the Revolution!” shirts. They are very kind to him as they gently body surf him back towards the ring.
Lucas sees the fans helping Frank and that makes him even angrier. He slides out of the ring and moves towards the front row, screaming at the fans the whole time.Alecia Matthews: Remember what I said about this maybe being a new Lucas Crowe because he didn’t leave the ring? Well, I was wrong. This is absolutely the Motor City Nightmare we all remember and he is coming for Frank Lynn. Frank says something to the fans holding him up and they nod, then surf him to the security barrier where they lift him into a standing position on top of the barrier. Frank gives them a quick thumbs up and then leaps towards Lucas hitting a beautiful flying forearm that knocks Crowe into the ring apron.
Frank slams Lucas into the ring apron again with a shoulder tackle. Lucas responds by dropping huge forearm blows to Frank’s back. Frank tries to create some space between them but Crowe manages to pick him up. Lucas then slams Frank’s back into the ring post. Lucas keeps his hold on Frank and sees something that makes him smile… the kind of smile that scares women, children, men, grizzly bears… pretty much anything that breathes.Daniel Knight: Alecia… Alecia Matthews: What? Daniel Knight: RUN! Alecia Matthews: When you’re right, you’re right Daniel. Later folks. Provide your own damn commentary! Lucas gets a running start and slams Frank through the announcer’s table!
HOLY SH*T! HOLY SH*T! HOLY SH*T!
Daphne runs over and tries to pull Lucas away from Frank’s prone body lying amidst the wreckage of the table. Lucas stands up and almost hits her but stops. He glances back towards the ring where the ref is counting both wrestlers out. The ref is up to 12 already!
Crowe makes his way back to the ring where he grabs the ref and interrupts the count! The ref pushes him away and starts a new count. 1… Lucas stops the count again, waving a finger in the ref’s face.Lucas Crowe: I don’t win by count out! On the floor, Daphne picks up a bottle from the shattered pieces of the table and splashes water in Frank’s face. He slowly comes around with a look of distress on his face.Frank Lynn: That… f*cking… hurt… Daphne: Shake it off! Take a drink and get back in the ring. There’s a giant dumbass in need of an asskicking. The ref, having been intimidated into inaction by the Motor City Nightmare, lets Frank take all the time he needs while keeping a wary eye on Lucas Crowe, who is stalking around the ring waiting to dish out more punishment.
Frank climbs up onto the apron. Lucas quickly goes over to Frank, grabbing his head and setting him up for an over the top rope suplex. He lifts Frank up but at the apex Frank twists around so that he lands on his feet. Frank quickly grabs Lucas by the waist and rolls him up for a cover.
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Lucas gets up first and whips Frank into the ropes. On the bounce back Frank is greeted by Lucas big boot and he falls to the mat. Lucas goes for a cover.
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Again Lucas is up first and he starts to pick up Frank. Frank counters, going for a fireman’s carry into a Death Valley Driver. Cover attempt.
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Kickout!Alecia Matthews: We’re back, calling the action from a safe distance. Unbelievable sequence of pin attempts by both men. Daniel Knight: I’m amazed Frank is able to stand much less fight. Alecia Matthews: One thing that has been obvious about Frank Lynn all the way back to his debut: he does not go down without a fight! Daniel Knight: Good for him because Lucas Crowe is bringing the fight to Frank. Any ring rust is gone. The Motor City Nightmare is back! Frank has found a new gear and bounces up, heading to the turnbuckles. He leaps up to the top turnbuckle and leaps off for a five star frog splash.
But wait! Lucas is back on his feet and he catches Frank, then tosses him over his head for a fall away slam.
Lucas picks Frank up and whips him into the ropes. As Frank bounces off the ropes and comes towards him, Crowe wraps his arm around Frank’s neck and spins around, once again locking on the Motor City Blackout.Daniel Knight: The MOTOR CITY BLACKOUT again! Can Frank escape it a second time? Alecia Matthews: I have my doubts. Still spinning from his momentum off the ropes, Frank shows his flexibility and lifts his leg over his head to knee Lucas in the face. Stunned, Lucas releases the hold. Frank kicks him in the stomach several times until Lucas is bent over, then grabs his head and drops him with a DDT.
Once they are down on the mat, Frank wraps Lucas up in the Dasochoku, frantically trying to lock his legs so he can get maximum pressure. He simply can’t lock his legs around Lucas’ huge body. Lucas is fading but far too slowly. He is slowly dragging Frank towards the ropes for a break and will get there before he has to tap.Daphne: You can still use your legs! Come on Frank, just like we practiced! Alecia Matthews: Frank’s manager with some sage words of wisdom for him. Daphne is Frank’s x-factor in these big matches. Daniel Knight: I’m surprised more wrestlers don’t have managers. Sometimes you need eyes in the back of your head to survive in the WFWF. Daphne is Frank’s extra set of eyes. Daphne’s words drive home the point. Frank releases the Dasochoku and hits a leg drop. He wraps his right leg around Crowe’s neck, then locks his left leg over his right leg and Crowe’s left shoulder. Frank then grabs his left ankle with both hands and pulls back with all his might, screaming as he pushes himself to his limits.Alecia Matthews: That’s what Daphne meant. Frank is using his legs to put on a variation of the DASOCHOKU that he can lock in. Daniel Knight: Can Lucas power out of this hold? Is Frank about to pull off another win? Lucas struggles mightily but this time there is no breaking the hold, no resisting the pressure. He tries to twist his lower body around to get closer to the ropes but that ends up increasing the pressure on his neck.
The crowd is fully behind Frank Lynn and start to chant.
TAP! TAP! TAP!
Ten seconds pass. Lucas’ struggles continue but Frank doesn’t let up.Alecia Matthews: Will he tap? Can Frank chop the giant down to size? TAP! TAP! TAP!
Twenty seconds and Lucas starts to fade, his face covered in sweat from his efforts.
TAP! TAP! TAP!
Thirty seconds and Lucas’ eyes start to roll up. He makes one last effort to twist free but Frank is not letting go.
Lucas Crowe slowly lifts his right arm, places his hand on Frank’s leg, and taps it three times.
Frank release the hold and collapses backwards, completely spent. Daphne rushes into the ring and hugs him.
The ref signals for the bell.
DING DING DING!Christa Adina: Ladies and Gentlemen, the winner of the match… the Lethal Weapon Frank Lyyyyyyynnnnnnnn! Daniel Knight: Another impressive win for Frank Lynn and the revolution. He took down a monster in the ring tonight. Alecia Matthews: Yes he did. That may be his most impressive victory yet. Daphne jumps into the ring and hugs Frank while the ref raises his hand.
Once they are both back on their feet, Frank goes over to Lucas and starts to extend his hand, but stops when he sees the wreckage of the announcer’s table he was slammed through. He pulls his hand back, then points at what used to be the table.Frank Lynn: That’s not the revolution way, Luke. Nor is it the winning way. They scowl at each for a moment, then Lucas leaves the ring followed a few seconds later by Frank Lynn and Daphne. As Frank and Daphne make their way up the ramp, the crowd sends them off with a chant.
THIS IS WRESTLING!Daniel Knight: We’ll be right back after a short break. Alecia Matthews: Maybe we can get a new table out here in time to call the next match. |
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The lights go out entirely. 'The Unbreakable' by Have Heart begins to play, causing 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.
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 his opponent to make his way to the ring.
The capacity crowd erupts as the arena lights dim, the whistling melody of "The House of the Rising Sun" echoing throughout the arena. A thin, low hanging fog fills the stage as a hue of green and orange searchlights pan across the audience.
"There is a house in Sin City
they call The Rising Sun,
and it's been the ruin
of many a poor boy,
and God, I know, I'm one."
As the music kicks into full gear, nearly deafening the cheers from the sold out crowd, the beams of light converge upon the stage as David Brennan slowly steps out from behind the curtain, casting a glow upon him as he pauses to survey the crowd before him. With his attention focused sharp upon the ring, he begins his march down the ramp, casting passing glances to the ringside fans clamoring to either side of him. Making his way toward the ringside steps, he pauses once more to stare up at the sheer height and depth of the crowd, affording the fans all the way toward the back a rare glimpse of attention, before turning to climb the steel steps, passing through the ropes and into the ring. Pacing the interior perimeter of the ring, he stops in the corner opposite the steps, a hand on either plane of the top rope. As the lights return and his music fades, he glances out toward the crowd once more before beating his chest with his right first, turning his attention back toward the center of the ring.
The lighting dims as a spotlight shines down over our gorgeous ring announcer, Christa Adina.
Christa Adina: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first...
The crowd is hushed as the challenger walks to the centre of the ring, he squats down low with his elbows resting on his knees. He looks towards the champion, his eyes frenzied but his body never lets on.
Christa Adina: He hails from Newcastle-Upon-Tyne, England by way of The Rising Sun…
The cocky young upstart winks winks at the champion, attempting to play even more mind games before the match has even begun. He stands up, his arms by his side.
Christa Adina: He stands at 6 feet, 4 inches tall and weighed in this morning at 246 pounds. This is ‘The Wrestler’... Danny Young!
He grins, pushing his hair back over his head before looking to the champion. He makes a cut-throat gesture before pointing his fingers at the champion like a gun, backing up to his corner and going back in to a crouched position.
Christa Adina: And his opponent…
The champion makes his way to the centre of the ring, the WFWF World Heavyweight Championship resting over his shoulder.
Christa Adina: “Hailing from Boston, Massachusetts, he stands at 6 feet, 2 inches tall and weighed in this morning at 243 pounds. He is the WFWF Intercontinental Champion, the sole owner of the WFWF Tag Team Championships and he is the reigning WFWF Heavyweight Champion of the World…. This is David Brennan!”
The champion raises the WFWF World Heavyweight Championship proudly in the air before turning to face Danny Young. He shoots him a quick scowl before he hands his WFWF World Heavyweight Championship over to the referee in charge of the contest.
The referee takes the championship and passes it to Christa Adina as she exits the ring.
The lighting returns now and Danny Young and David Brennan stare one another down, ready to begin. The referee turns and calls for the bell as this one gets underway.
Alecia Matthews: “And here we go!”
Daniel Knight: “I’ve been looking forward to this one since it was announced. The downright dirty brawler that holds the championship taking on a man with what seems to be unlimited strength in the challenger. This one’s going to be great.”
Both men begin to circle one another before they go in, locking up with a Collar and Elbow Tie Up. Danny Young overpowers David Brennan to begin with, backing him up in to the ropes. Danny Young goes for a clean break early on, but David Brennan strikes him hard across the jaw with a Forearm Smash. To the surprise of David Brennan, Danny Young doesn’t back up, instead looking unphased by the strike. Young shoots in suddenly, crushing David Brennan up against the ropes with a big Shoulder Charge to the midsection. The referee attempts to get between, but Young takes advantage of the doubled over Brennan, slamming in to the back of the champion with a Forearm Smash of his own. This time, the champion rises up unphased, showing a very uncharacteristic smile before Young backs off. The two men circle one another before Young shows his outstretched hand, challenging david Brennan to a test of strength. The champion accepts, with both men taking on the Greco-Roman Knuckle Lock. They slam their chests together and begin the battle to overpower one another, with David Brennan looking like the favourite. Before he can properly cause some damage, Danny Young moves his foot, pressing it against the back of David Brennan’s knee to force him down to one knee. Brennan breaks the knuckle lock, only for Young to step off of his raised knee and strike him with a dead start Shining Wizard. Brennan rolls on to his stomach, pushing himself up to his feet as Young seems a little surprised at how quickly he’s getting up.
Alecia Matthews: “David Brennan is an absolute monster, no questions asked!”
Young shakes his head this time, his fists raised for a fight as David Brennan dusts himself off. He raises his own fists and the two begin to close in. David Brennan throws his arm wildly, missing with a Haymaker, leaving him open to a brutal Kidney Punch from Danny Young. Brennan seems infuriated, letting out a shout of anger as he raises his fists once again. David Brennan goes in once again, this time connecting with a clobbering Body Blow, but Danny Young springs back to life with a powerful Leg Kick. Brennan throws his arm again, taking Young with another Body Blow, followed up by a third to send him stumbling back in to the corner of the ring. Brennan rushes in, crushing him with a Shoulder Charge before going in with a second, third, fourth and fifth, stopping before the referee’s five count. He backs up, raising his arms for the fans who show him love in return before they come to a stunned silence. Instead of being curled up in the corner like many other men, Danny Young is calmly walking towards David Brennan who looks at him in a similar way Young was looking earlier.
Daniel Knight: “I don’t think Brennan is the only monster in this match, look at the composure of Danny Young after having his ribs crushed by the force of a 240 plus pound man!”
Young charges at Brennan who is caught off guard, picking him up as he does and drives him hard in to the turnbuckle behind him, charging in to him with repeated Shoulder Charges before he takes a step back. Brennan looks ready to defend himself from another Shoulder Charge, but Young swings his arm over, striking Brennan down with a Crescent Palm Strike. For the first time in this match, there is a sign of weakness as the champion falls to a seated position. Danny Young grits his teeth, showing off his mouth guard before he stomps down hard on David Brennan with unparalleled force, as though he was trying to put his boot through the massive chest of the champion. Brennan takes hold of the middle rope, attempting to pull himself up but Danny Young takes his arm on a one way trip to hell with a Standing Punt Kick, the laces of his boots going straight in to the outstretched elbow of the champion. Brennan clutches at his elbow in agony as Danny Young thinks of his next move.
Alecia Matthews: “Young is treating this like a game of chess right here, he’s trying to be two moves ahead but how can you honestly plan for a freak of nature like David Brennan?”
Brennan takes hold of the middle rope with his opposite arm, pulling himself up properly this time as Danny Young measures him. Young leaps in, his boot coming hard on the bicep of the champion with a vicious Stomp. Brennan lunges forwards suddenly, taking the head of the youngster off with a sudden start Lariat, the champion stomping through after the move to display his dominance. Danny Young clutches at his neck as he writhes on the floor, David Brennan with his arms outstretched and the fans cheering him on as he stands there.
Daniel Knight: “And just like that, David Brennan takes control.”
The champion closes in on the challenger, taking a handful of hair as he rolls on to his stomach, getting to a kneeling position. David Brennan keeps him held from behind, grinning wickedly before he brings his arm over, connecting with a Crossface Smash. He strikes again and again, smashing him over and over with Crossfaces until Danny Young falls in a slump. Brennan shoves him over with his boot, placing his foot on the chest of Danny Young.
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No!!! Danny Young shoves the foot off of his chest, turning on to one knee as David Brennan walks around him. He slaps the newcomer on the head, almost mocking him until Danny Young fires off from below, catching him with a weak Punch to the liver. Brennan snatches him up from the ground, hoisting him over his shoulder before pulling down, stretching him out with a Torture Rack. Young swings his arm over, catching Brennan in the head with a Punch, then another. Brennan leans one way before spinning Danny Young out, dropping down with an Argentine Neckbreaker. The champion gets straight back up, parading around with his arms raised above his head as the fans cheer him on. Danny Young rolls himself towards the ring apron, waiting on the edge while he recovers to put some distance between the two. David Brennan begins to walk over, reaching through the ropes for the weakened Danny Young only to be caught in the temple with a powerful Grounded Kick, knocking him loopy for a few seconds. Young rolls off of the apron, moving towards the crowd barrier before sprinting forwards, using the ring steps to give him a little elevation as he leaps through the air and takes the head of David Brennan, twisting himself slightly to swing himself back in the ring as he pulls David Brennan head first in the apron with a Makeshift DDT. Brennan leans through the ropes resting only on his head, completely stunned from the move as Danny Young gets back in the ring, moving behind the champion. Danny Young locks his arms around the waist of David Brennan, beginning to lift him a little as he takes a few steps backwards, pulling him away from the ropes. David Brennan looks on in shock as Danny Young keeps him held in the air for a few seconds before snapping backwards, driving the champion down with a deadlift everest-style Snap German Suplex. The fans are once again on their feet, this time with the champion rolling through the move on to his knees. Young is too quick, kipping up before shooting his foot back to catch Brennan in the jaw with a Thrust Kick. Brennan looks like he’s on dream street!
Alecia Matthews: “What a german suplex! The follow up was perfect too! He knew the german suplex wouldn’t keep the monster stunned so he got up as fast as he could and rocked the jaw of the champion!”
Danny Young lets out a primal roar before he sprints against the ropes opposite David Brennan, coming back full force and throwing himself at the champion with a Falling Lariat! He scrambles for a cover, hooking both legs.
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No!!! The champion powers out, clutching at his chest as soon as the rookie is off of him. Danny Young doesn’t pause, instead following up by throwing himself down at the champion with an Elbow Drop. He kips back up to his feet as the champion sits up, turning straight around to the champion before putting his foot through the heart of David Brennan with a wicked Standing Penalty Kick. He doesn’t pause, throwing himself on top of the champion with all of his weight behind the Senton, driving the wind out of Brennan. Young rolls backwards, getting to his knees before he moves backwards, hitting the turnbuckle hard as he measures the champion. David Brennan gets to a seated position, shuffling around to try and get eyes on the challenger but as soon as he sees him, it’s followed by another vicious Penalty Kick, this time with a full sprint behind it. Good God! The champion hasn’t moved! He’s sat still! Danny Young looks down in shock before he lets out an audible curse.
Danny Young: “F*ck this!”
Danny Young grabs David Brennan by the head, pulling himself in to deliver a wicked Knee Strike to the jaw of the champion before posing with his knee on the chest of the champion to cover him.
Daniel Knight: “That knee strike may j-”
Unbelievable! David Brennan shoves Danny Young off of him with authority before getting to a standing position. Danny Young backs up and sprints straight towards the champion, only to be snatched from the ground and planted hard with a Scoop Slam. Brennan pauses before dropping down, putting all of his force behind the Elbow Drop. The champion gets straight back up before dropping down again with another Elbow Drop. Young coughs violently, rolling on to his stomach before letting out a cry of agony as David Brennan brings his massive boot down with a Stomp to the lower back of the challenger. Brennan poses, flexing his muscles and putting on a gun show for the fans before he reaches down, crossing the legs of Danny Young awkwardly and feeds his arm through, locking his arms and pulling back to get Danny Young resting on his chest. He looks ready to crouch down but Danny Young throws himself on to his back, avoiding County Lockup momentarily. Brennan laughs before he begins to pick Danny Young up in that position, managing to hoist him in the air before Young performs a sit up of sorts to grab the champion by the head. Brennan smiles widely before managing to maneouver Young over his shoulders. BANG. A powerful elbow strike from Danny Young stops any dangerous thoughts in the head of David Brennan for the time being. Brennan manages to keep Young over his shoulders, before throwing him off with a Fireman’s Carry. Amazing! Danny Young lands on his feet, turning to David Brennan before he shouts at him again.
Danny Young: “Come on motherf*cker!”
Young holds his hands up, looking ready to throw fists with Brennan who can’t help but accept. Brennan lumbers in close. Swish. What seems like an eternity passes and David Brennan falls to his knees, Danny Young turning away from the champion.
Alecia Matthews: “What the hell just happened there?”
The feed cuts to two images, one of Danny Young with his back to the champion and a slow motion shot of the moments prior. We see the leg of Danny Young come up in the blind spot of the champion, coming around and catching him in the back of the head with a Brazilian Kick. We cut back to the live action as Danny Young begins peppering the champion with wicked Shoot Kicks, smashing him in the chest, ribs and arms before he fakes out going for a Head Kick, a move that sees the champion try to avoid one of these strikes finally. He thinks he’s escaped but Young carries on his rotation, bringing his other leg around to smash David Brennan in the side of the head with a wicked Spinning Hook Kick. David Brennan falls face first in to the mat, his arms limp by his side.
Daniel Knight: “He’s out! He’s out!”
Danny Young lets out a scream based on pure adrenaline as the fans rise to their feet once more, cheering both men on.
“Let’s go Brennan!”
“Danny Young!”
“Let’s go Brennan!”
“Danny Young!”
The duelling chants continue on as Danny Young squats down low, taking David Brennan by the head and beginning to pick him up. Brennan gets to his feet before he throws his fist out, catching Danny Young with a clubbing Body Blow. Young leaves his feet, dropping to one knee and holding his gut as the champion gets back to his feet. Brennan takes the head of Danny Young under his arm, his other arm taking hold of the trunks of Danny Young to power him up in to the air. Brennan takes a step forward before throwing Danny Young with a Gourdbuster, landing awfully on the top rope. Young spills forwards, clutching his stomach as he hits the mat. Brennan stumbles backwards, rocked from the strikes but regains his composure and marches forwards with the same confidence as before.
Alecia Matthews: “So much for being out! David Brennan can’t be stopped by anyone right now!”
Brennan snatches a handful of Danny Young’s hair, pulling him to his feet with ease before taking his arm and leaning him against the ropes before yanking him off with an Irish Whip. Young keeps grip of Brennan, instead throwing him off with an Irish Whip. Brennan hits the ropes on the opposite side of the ring, coming back like a train but Danny Young ducks down low with an attempted trip. Brennan leaps over Danny Young, hitting the ropes on the opposite side and coming back once again. This time Danny Young swings his leg with grotesque force, driving his foot through the chest of David Brennan with a standing Shoot Kick, the power behind it causing David Brennan to almost flip, landing dangerously on his neck and shoulders.
Daniel Knight: “That might’ve stopped him! What a kick!”
Incredible! The freak of nature we call the WFWF World Heavyweight Champion is already getting back to his feet, staring at Danny Young with intent to kill. Young mutters something to himself before swinging his leg at David Brennan, catching him on the inside of the thigh with a stinging Leg Kick. Brennan looks worried for a moment before that look of worry fades to one of near unconsciousness as Young strikes with a wicked Head Kick. Brennan’s arms fall limply by his sides before Young rushes in, locking his arms around the waist suddenly before powering him up and overhead with the DY Plex, the backdrop driver. Young refuses to release his grasp, rolling through and attempting to deadlift the champion. He squats low before tensing his muscles and beginning to power the behemoth from the ground.
Alecia Matthews: “We talk about David Brennan as a physical specimen but Danny Young is taller and heavier than the champion! His freakish strength and his terminator like precision is something every man in WFWF should fear!”
He lifts Brennan up before showing off his monstrous power and swinging him around, locking his arm and bringing him down hard over his knee with a Half Nelson Backbreaker. Young doesn’t wait a second, snapping back almost instantly after impact to drive the champion down with a Flatliner. He rolls backwards, getting to his feet as the fans chant his name once again. He squats down, locking his arms around David Brennan in a gutwrench before he begins to power him up once again, this time beginning to walk around with the champion hanging limply.
Daniel Knight: “Wow! This is… this is insane!”
Danny Young grits his teeth and swings David Brennan upwards in to a powerbomb position. Brennan snaps backwards suddenly, sending the challenger flying with a very uncharacteristic Hurricanrana. Danny Young plants his hands on the mat, cartwheeling out of the way but Brennan charges straight at him, throwing all of his momentum behind the Lariat. Danny Young performs a matrix like dodge, bridging backwards to avoid the move. Brennan hits the ropes behind Young, coming back and straight in to a low Thrust Kick, taking out his knee from right beneath him. Brennan collapses to the floor, with Danny Young taking his arm, stepping over it and tieing it up before rolling over Brennan and taking him with him, performing La Magistral to cover him!
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Brennan rears back before bringing his arm down hard, crushing the head of Danny Young against the barricade with a Forearm Smash.
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Brennan rears back once again, bringing his arm down with a second Forearm Smash. Then a third… and a fourth.
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The champion takes a handful of hair, pulling his opponent away from the ring apron before propping him up against the ring post. He backs up a little before sprinting in, bringing his boot up but Danny Young pushes himself off of the ring post, avoiding the Big Boot by mere milliseconds. The foot of David Brennan hits the ring post hard, causing him to fall backwards and clutch at his foot as Danny Young falls to a seated position against the ring barricade.
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Danny Young gets to his feet after the breather, grabbing the shorts of David Brennan to start pulling him up. Brennan gets to his knees before Young decides to poke the bear a little more, smashing him with a Standing Punt Kick to the stomach. Brennan doesn’t move but it’s clear the pain is there as he doesn’t try to fight back straight away. Young rolls underneath the bottom rope as the count continues.
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David Brennan finally begins to recover from that brutal kick to the stomach, grabbing on to the ring apron to help pull him to his feet. Danny Young waits patiently, bobbing around on the tips of his toes with intent to lunge in as soon as possible.
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David Brennan staggers backwards, the impact of his foot hitting the ring post causing him to lose his balance momentarily. Young spots this and hits the ropes before coming flying towards the side of the ring David Brennan is on. Brennan covers up, but Young instead hits the ropes closest to David Brennan, performing a forward roll away before turning back to point gun fingers towards the champion.
Alecia Matthews: “He’s taunting the champion!”
The fans let out a massive cheer for Danny Young who soaks it all in before getting back to his feet, looking at a very frustrated David Brennan.
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David Brennan staggers to the ropes and climbs on to the ring apron, but Danny Young charges in, catching him in the side of the head with a wicked Forearm Smash. Brennan looks dazed but Young seems prepared, climbing on to the middle rope and balancing before bending down and taking the champion in a front facelock.
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Daniel Knight: “What’s he gonna do now?”
Danny Young reaches down with his other arm, taking hold of David Brennans waistband on his shorts before he uses all of his power to lift David Brennan up in to a vertical position.
Alecia Matthews: “What a display of power!”
Danny Young looks comfortable holding Brennan up, even going as far as performing a squat while balancing only on the middle ropes before he turns himself around while throwing David Brennan down, planting him with the middle rope deadlift Falcon Arrow! The fans are on their feet!
Young refuses to go for a cover, well, it’s more like he’s unable to. He seems to have used up a lot of his energy on that move and the pandering to the fans beforehand. He begins to crawl desperately towards David Brennan, about to throw his arm over him before David Brennan rolls away a little, getting some of his consciousness back it seems.
Daniel Knight: “That could’ve been it right there! What a show these two men are putting on for the crowd here tonight!”
David Brennan opens his eyes, turning his head a little to spot Danny Young staring at him with intent to kill. Brennan flashes a cheeky grin, showing there’s still life left in him before both men pound the mat simultaneously, getting to their feet in a display of fighting spirit!
They both let out a monstrous roar before launching themselves at each other, laying in a barrage of wild Lefts and Rights, both men trying to take the other out. David Brennan leaps at Danny Young, catching him with a powerful Knee Lift to the ribs, but Young launches back with an Overhand Right of his own. Young shoots his leg out but Brennan manages to evade it, bringing his arm around to catch Danny Young in the back of the head with a vicious Right Hook. Young drops to his knees, covering up the back of his head as Brennan falls on top of him, smashing him with repeated Hammerfist Blows, trying to get a referee stoppage similar to the victory of Danny Young. Young keeps on showing signs of life as his guard never drops, trying to shuffle himself forwards with his knees as David Brennan locks his legs around the waist, sticking to his back like a shell as he carries on firing blows in. Young throws himself on to his back, crushing David Brennan beneath him but Brennan instantly goes for his arms around the neck of Danny Young, who instead sits up and breaks the lock of David Brennans legs around his waist. Brennan manages to get his arms around the neck of Young, pulling him back, but thanks to his legs being removed from the waist he’s given Danny Young a chance to instead roll backwards, getting to his feet and breaking out of the Sleeper before it’s even close to locked in.
Alecia Matthews: “Back and forth action from two of the finest to ever lace up a pair of boots!”
Danny Young lets out a scream before taking an incredible vertical leap and coming down hard, caving in the chest of the champion with a massive Double Foot Stomp. David Brennan coughs and clutches at his chest, but Danny Young leaps on his back, grinning wickedly before beginning to lay in to the champion with some wicked Hammerfist Blows of his own before beginning to pepper random Elbow Strikes and Forearm Smashes in to the pot aswell. He gets to his feet, kicking hard at the ribs of David Brennan who can only roll away as he tries to escape the onslaught. The champion is reeling!
Young refuses to stop, still striking away at the champion with everything he has before he brings his foot up and catches the champion clean across the bridge of his nose, busting it open. The floodgates have opened as blood pours on to the mat as though it’s from a faucet. The champion gets to a seated position in the corner, with the referee trying to get between Danny Young and the champion to make sure he’s alright. Young instead lets a skin ripping Shoot Kick off, catching the chest of David Brennan and tearing away at the skin on his chest. Young grins wickedly before firing off another one, which only gives the champion more motivation as he brushes off the kick and gets back to his feet. The referee gets between the two men, but David Brennan puts his hand on the side of the referee’s face and shoves them away. Young and Brennan begin to trade vicious verbal barbs with one another before the referee gets between the two of them once again. Danny Young this time places his hand on the side of the referee’s face to shove them away, leaving nothing but tension between the two. Danny Young shoots in first, attempting the Timebomb, a bicycle knee strike that the champion avoids, shoving Young towards the ropes. Young hits the ropes, but Brennan shadows him, hitting the ropes after Danny Young. Young stops himself and turns around to see the mass of humanity known as the WFWF World Heavyweight Champion charging in, driving his shoulder in to the stomach of Danny Young and cutting him down with a devastating Spear.
The champion rolls through after the spear, getting to his feet as the fans cheer him on. He looks left and right before taking a handful of Danny Young’s hair, pulling him to his feet. He forces the head of Danny Young between his legs before hooking his arms and preparing himself. He uses all of his strength to power Danny Young up in the air before slamming him down but instead of sitting out Brennan heaves and lifts him up again this time sitting out and driving him down hard with a double Charles River Plunge. Young is flat on his back as Brennan spills on top of him, hooking both legs and stacking him up high for the cover.
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Christa Adina: Here is your winner, the WFWF World Heavyweight Champion, David Brennaaaaan!
Brennan gets up, the sweat dripping from his face and gives a sidelong look at the downed Young, smirks to himself and moves to the ropes to take his title belt from the time keeper through the ropes. Brennan hoists it up in the air and then walks across the ring, stepping on Young’s chest as he goes, before exiting and heading back up the ramp.
Alecia Matthews: Well it seems the champ isn’t impressed with Young, but I think everyone else in here is. That was a war.
Daniel Knight: Sometimes as the champ you have to be dismissive to keep the wolves from your door. Brennan knows that was a tough fight.
Young slowly gets to his feet, holding the back of his neck and already the ring side attendants are getting to work on preparing for the main event.
Alecia Matthews: We're gonna go to commercial again while we just set things up here, though I have to say I am thinking of leaving before this starts. |
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Post by Drakz on Sept 16, 2017 14:34:33 GMT -5
The ring ropes have been taken down, replaced with a ghastly tightly strung barbed wire with hanging 1x4 boards wrapped in white cloth, soaked in a yellow fluid that glows in the stadium lights. The canvas of the ring has been removed as well as all padding, leaving just the hard wood boards exposed. The ring skirt has also been removed.
An ominous voice echos through the night air. “And I heard as it were the noise of thunder, one of the four beasts saying come and see and I saw, and behold, a white horse” The entrance way begins to flash. "The Man Comes Around” by Johnny Cash begins to blare over the P/A system. Fire shoots out of the entrance way in turbo jets of flares, the ringside area heating up. Sparks jettison out of the stage, shooting a cloud of yellow sparks into the air that rain down like tiny fireballs. Phillip Schneider makes his way out onto the stage, wearing a tattered, stained, burnt looking brown jacket over a similarly condition black shirt, a hockey mask over his face, with his blonde hair hanging down over the front of the mask giving a clear indication of who's standing at the top of the ramp. He's wearing tattered Dickey's black work pants tucked into shiny black boots. Schneider has a machete in hand, which he holds over one of the pyro jets on the stage. Instantly, the machete lights ablaze as well. The crowd gasps as Schneider makes his way towards the ring, burning machete in tow.
Daniel Knight: This maniac doesn't need a machete. This maniac ABSOLUTELY DOES NOT need a burning machete!
As Schneider walks down the ramp, the ramp ignites behind him, a trail of flames leading down the ramp behind Schneider from the top of the ramp all the way to the ring. To ringside, Schneider holds the burning machete above head for all to see, giving an excellent visual of him standing on the ramp, flames shooting off behind him and the ground burning in his wake, with a burning machete in hand. Schneider gives the machete a shake, extinguishing the flames. He throws the machete recklessly into the ring over the top of the barbed wire, the referee ducking for cover as the burnt blade flies into the ring. With the ring skirt already removed as a safety precaution, Schneider has easy access underneath the ring. He finds a few chairs, that he similarly recklessly throws into the ring. A barbed wire baseball bat is hanging out under the ring. Schneider FLINGS this into the ring, nearly clearing the length of the ring as he throws the heavy bat.
Alecia Matthews: Heads up!
Daniel Knight: This maniac is turning this ring into a battlefield
Alecia Matthews: As if barbed wire with boards soaked in flammable chemical aren't enough of a battlefield, he needs weapons in the ring as well.
Schneider makes his way around the ring. He finds a pane of glass wrapped in cardboard. He pulls it from the ring and slides it under the bottom strand of barbed wire before sliding in himself. Schneider quickly pulls the protective coverings off, tossing them aside. In addition to it being a sheet of tempered glass, it's been painted in red lettering with "DIE ANTE DIE" vertically. Gusset plates are affixed to the pane of glass as well. Schneider's music cuts off. He begins to arrange his weapons in the ring as the camera pans up the entrance way.
Daniel Knight: This is going to get really ugly, really quickly.
Church bells ring loud, thick black smoke billowing from underneath. The stage is darker than Vantablack, the smoke emitting some ashy smell, reminiscent of a blazing campfire. A figure emerges from the darkness with the white strobe light shining on the stage brighter than ever. The figure is donned in a black, hooded, gothic robe, decorated with silver studs and spikes and strong iron armor. The bells continue to ring as the person comes to a stop, whipping the barbed wire chain onto the ground to create a spark. The spark grows into a small fire until the figure snaps it's fingers and the stage is set ablaze. A large raging fire ensues with the opening riffs of Like a Storm's "Gangsta's Paradise" blasting through the PA system. It's Ante's Inferno now.
Ante Whitner slowly walks down the ramp, lashing the barbed wire chain at the ground once every five seconds, creating more fires along the ramp. He pulls off the hood to reveal a burned Ante Whitner. His face is swollen, filled with hate and fire, looking more determined to kill someone than he probably ever will be. The skin is peeling off his cheek, pieces falling off with every slow step he takes.
Daniel Knight: Jesus...
He maintains a gaze at Schneider in the ring, each deafening riff of his theme song corresponding with his steps. He approaches the stairs and gives it a few good lashes before a large spark is created. He devilishly grins at his opponent in the ring once he makes it to the turnbuckle. As he enters the ring, he grips the barbed wire rope tightly, letting blood pour down from his wrist. Death has come.
Alecia Matthews: Did he... did he just?
Whitner walks into his respective corner, mouthing "are you with me or not?" to Schneider from across the ring. He throws off the robe and barbed wire chain, licking the blood from his hand as he does so. Whitner is clad in black, armored tights, gloves, and all. He runs his hand on the ropes gently, smiling as he hits every rivet and spike. He continues to stare at Schneider, eager to start the bout. He mouths to Schneider again "you ready?". All eyes are on Whitner now.
Daniel Knight: This is gonna be vicious.
Whitner mouths to Schneider one more time, this time saying "let's dance devil".
With Ante in the ring, Schneider produces a small wooden rod with a rag on it. A flash from a zippo lighter and Schneider now holds a torch, which he uses to ignite the close hard cam middle rope in it's two sections, which also ignites the top rope. The flames dance high into the night sky as a thick black smoke rolls off. Schneider makes his way across the ring, igniting the rope sections directly opposite of the rope sections he initially lit. Ante never takes his eyes off of Schneider. With two sides of the ring ablaze, the bell sounds. This match is under way.
Alecia Matthews: First time in WFWF history, no rope flaming barbed wire. Are you ready for this?
Daniel Knight: If I say no, will it stop?
Alecia Matthews: No.
Schneider takes a swing at Ante's head with the torch. Duck from Ante Whitner. Schneider goes low this time, swinging the torch at Ante Whitner’s feet. Ante hops over it. Schneider swings high again. Duck under by Ante, going all the way behind Schneider, who turns around to face Ante. Boot to the gut from Ante and Schneider fumbles the torch. Scoop and a slam from Ante. The torch immediately extinguishes as Schneider comes crashing down on it. The ring boards thunder as Schneider is slammed down on them. Schneider quickly scurries away from the flames as smoke rises from the mat and his clothes.
Daniel Knight: Well, at least the torch is out. The problem is, the entire ring is on fire!
Schneider to the corner. He peels off the tattered black t-shirt he was wearing, setting it aside. Ante dares Schneider to come at him. The flames have grown considerably, the top rope now sending flames about ten feet into the open night sky as a thick black smoke billows out. Schneider back to his feet, cautiously approaching Ante Whitner. Collar and elbow tie up center ring. The two are jockeying for position, the loose boards shaking under their feet as they stomp across the ring. The larger Ante is overpowering Schneider, pushing The King of Gore closer and closer to the out of control growing flames. Schneider puts his foot out onto the bottom strand of barbed wire to avoid going any closer to the flames. Schneider is able to push backwards, gaining his footing and getting away from the flames. Schneider pushes Ante backwards with the collar and elbow. At this point, the middle of the ring is only about seven feet in diameter, as the flames have engulfed far more than just the ropes and dance inwards. Ante pushes Schneider backwards. The flames begin to dance over Schneider’s back as he approaches the ropes again. Once more, foot on the bottom strand of barbed wire to stop the gradual descent to the flames. Ante's pushing harder. A quick spin though and Ante's force is turned against him, because it's Ante's body that goes careening into the flames, not Schneider’s.
Alecia Matthews: AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!
Daniel Knight: Okay, I'm done. No more of this!!
The crowd lets out a collective "OOOOOHHHHH!!!" as ashes and smoke fly from the flames as Ante's entire body is temporarily engulfed in the flames. Ante stumbles out, the flaming boards and barbed wire shaking in his wake. Ante is patting at his back, feeling as though his bare flesh is on fire from the burns he’s sustained. Clothesline from Schneider and Ante stumbles back into the flames again. The crowd reaches a fever pitch from this second blow into the fire. Rather than stumbling forward again, this time Ante wisely drops down, powdering under the bottom strand of barbed wire and to the arena floor.
Daniel Knight: Ante Whitner has tasted the fire for the first time in this match. Twice.
Alecia Matthews: You can see the thick black branding across his back. That’s as real as real can get, folks.
Schneider stomps about. Ante has a distinct branding burn across his back. Ante is holding his back in agony. Schneider's stomping in place, the boards shaking underneath him. There’s a thundering under Schneider’s feet. Schneider runs towards the flying barbed wire, diving up and over the top strand of flaming barbed wire, through the flames. Schneider collides with Whitner with a suicide dive, crashing through Whitner and into the ringside rails, wiping out Whitner to the arena floor. Schneider is the first back to his feet. Schneider surveys the situation briefly. Reaching into his pockets, he produces a packet of barbecue skewers. Schneider discards the plastic packaging from around the skewers, tossing it aside. As Whitner stumbles to his feet, Schneider quickly and relentless jams the entire pack of skewers into Whitner's scalp.
Daniel Knight: What's a barbeque without some shish kabobs? I like my Ante medium rare.
Alecia Matthews: Absolutely sick, those wooden stakes are penetrating the scalp of Ante.
Ante screams in agony, the skewers protruding from his scalp and pointing in every direction up. Schneider has a sick smirk for his handy work. But it's cut short, as Ante gathers the wooden sticks jammed into his scalp, forces them out, then stabs them into Schneider's scalp. A mighty stab from Ante leaves Schneider as the one with dozens of wooden antennas coming from the top of his head.
Alecia Matthews: AHHHHHHHH!!! That's unhygienic!!!
Daniel Knight: Live by the sword, die by the sword. Live by the skewer.. you get the idea
Schneider quickly grabs at the skewers, pulling them out of his head and flinging the blood spattered sticks into the crowd. There's an explosion. The camera pans over. The pane of glass that Schneider had set up in the corner has exploded to shards due to the heat from the burning ring ropes. Schneider rolls into the still smoldering and flaming ring ropes. Ante is giving chase. Schneider and Ante both have a stream of blood flowing down their faces from their scalps. The two men circle around like gladiators in the lion's pit. Schneider grabs the torch that was used to light two sides of the ring. The flames still burn, but mostly consist of smoking smoldering small flames. Schneider holds the torch over those flames, igniting the torch once more. Under Ante's supervision, Schneider ignites one of the remaining sides of the ring. Schneider holds the torch to it until the board begins to produce the thick black smoke and flames rise into the air.. Then a dropkick from the back from Ante sends Schneider crashing stomach first into the flames!
Daniel Knight: SERVES HIM RIGHT!
Alecia Matthews: Three sides of the ring are now engulfed in flames. The heat out here is unbearable on this already hot summer night.
Schneider pulls himself out of the wire and flames. Just like Ante earlier, Schneider has a thick black branding across his back, the flames and barbed wire searing his skin like a steak on a grill. Ante charges forwards, plowing through Schneider with a clothesline sending both men into the flaming barbed wire with an insane up and over clothesline. The top strand of barbed wire actually breaks, sending a freshly lit board flying like a Tarzan rope from hell. Both men crash to the ring apron and then the floor in an awkward up and over pratfall, the completely ablaze top strand of barbed wire and board swinging and dangling loosely as it clatters the ring post.
Alecia Matthews: This is not safe. In any way, shape, or form. That burning board just swung towards spectators.
Daniel Knight: Phillip Schneider matches are usually a liability nightmare and tonight proves to be no exception. I do have to wonder what the fans in the front row were expecting when they bought tickets to a flaming no rope barbed wire show, though. You couldn’t have been expecting a mat classic out of this one.
Ante to his feet. He grabs the barbed wire suspending the flaming board, quickly wrapping the wire loosely around the massive flames. Wielding the tethered fire bat, Whitner approaches Schneider, attempting to smash him with the flames, sending sparks, smoke, and ashes everywhere as the flaming barbed wire board collides with the wood of the ring apron. Schneider scurries away to a safe distance relatively unharmed. Because the barbed wire still tethers the fire board to one side of the ring, Ante must discard his weapon to give chase to Schneider. Ante approaching after Schneider, who has disappeared around the ring. Ante turns a corner and Schneider rams him in the face with the blade of a sickle.
Daniel Knight: He's got that damn sickle!
Alecia Matthews: That’s a big knife blade on a handle. It’s reminiscent of the grim reaper, which is entirely appropriate for Schneider.
Schneider digs the razor sharp sickle blade deep into Ante's flesh, immediately producing a flowing crimson mask from Ante Whitner's forehead. Ante tries to walk away, Schneider walking with him as he continues to dig and slice at Ante's forehead, drawing shocked and appalled gasps from front row fans as each gain an up close look on the butchery at hand. Schneider climbs up on Ante's back, still slicing away at Ante's forehead. Ante is now walking with a slicing Schneider piggy backed on top of him. Ante leans, ramming Schneider face first into the middle strand of flaming barbed wire. Schneider releases Ante, falling off and fumbling the sickle as the flaming board sways in the wind.
Alecia Matthews: A face full of flaming barbed wire, generally the easiest way to release a hold.
Daniel Knight: All of the classics include rope breaks for faces full of flaming barbed wire..
Ante Whitner now has control of the sickle. He holds the sickle over the still slightly burning barbed wire, the blade's tip turning red hot. Schneider sees what's going on and retreats to the relative safety of the ring. With red hot blade in tow, Ante gives chase. Ante carefully rolling into the ring under the flaming barbed wire, holding the red hot sickle away from him as he crawls under the barbed wire Schneider retrieves the machete he entered with.
Daniel Knight: One man has a big ass curved razor blade. The other has a god damn machete. The ring is on fire. WHAT HAPPENED TO PRO WRESTLING?
Alecia Matthews: Join the Revolution?
Schneider approaches the flames with his machete, igniting the machete the same way it was during his entrance. The two men circle around, Ante with a hot sickle, Schneider with a burning machete. Ante takes the first swipe, but misses. Schneider swings the machete at Ante's face. Ante blocks the flaming machete with the sickle. The flames dance towards Ante's face. Ante is blocking the best he can. Boot to the gut and Schneider fumbles the flaming machete to the wooden mat. Ante jabs Schneider in the stomach with the red hot sickle, slicing his abdomen open. Ante drags the blade across, the plasma oozing from Schneider's wound. Ante discards the sickle, grabbing the still burning machete. He takes a swipe at Schneider. Schneider avoids the machete. Schneider backs up towards the one side of the ring not lit ablaze. Ante swings at his head with the flaming machete. Schneider avoids, but the flaming machete ignites the one side of the ring not yet burning. The three hanging boards are now all ablaze, sending Ante stumbling backwards. Schneider runs forward at Ante. He's going for a Legitimate Japanese Business Man Kick, but Ante catches him. Ante has dropped the machete and now holds just Schneider. He carries him in a leg trapped position for a moment, turning so his back is facing the flames. Then with brute force, Ante launches Schneider with an overhead belly to belly suplex. Schneider awkwardly upside down goes sailing into the flaming barbed wire, crashing through the top strand and then the middle strand, crashing down on the bottom strand, and actually becoming completely entangled in flaming barbed wire.
Daniel Knight: OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD!!
Alecia Matthews: Upside down suplex into flaming barbed wire and the barbed wire gives way! I think that would’ve been significantly more forgiving had the barbed wire caught him or if he just bounced off of it, but with it giving way, Schneider is now in a world of hurt.
The wire has wrapped itself around Schneider, the boards still burning. One towel has come loose from the board, still burning, and hangs tangled on a strand of barbed wire. Schneider is struggling and pulling to get free but he's completely tangled. Ringside attendants rush in, spraying Schneider and the tangled flaming mess of barbed wire down with a fire extinguisher. The white plume rises to the clouds as a dust settles over everything. Schneider is still completely tangled in barbed wire, but is at least not on fire now.
Alecia Matthews: Stop the damn match. Too far. WAYYY too far.
As Schneider pulls barbs out of his skin and clothing, Ante approaches, slicing at Schneider's forehead first with the sickle, then discarding it in favor of the barbed wire baseball bat. Schneider throws some punches, but he's still extremely tangled, ringside attendants stepping in to get the Prophet of Ash free from the grizzly situation. Ante isn't amused. He climbs through the carnage, grabbing one ring attendant and flinging him to the steel steps. Another ring attendant nearly faces the wrath of Ante, but wisely backs away. He grabs Schneider next, brutally ripping him free from the barbed wire, leaving behind hair, clothing, and a trail of blood from gaping open wounds. Schneider is physically destroyed. Ante dead lifts him, throwing him back up to the now platform, as two sides of the ring ropes are down.
Daniel Knight: Pin him, end this.
Ante climbs back up to the ring. He rolls Schneider to his back. Ante down for the first cover of the match. Referee out of position, as he's been out of the ring for the entirety of this contest, but makes the count, 1....2... kick out at two from Schneider. As Schneider raises his shoulder from the mat, he leaves behind a macabre staining where he laid, a crimson reminder of what’s happened thus far in this contest.
Daniel Knight: Had the referee been in the ring, this match would likely be over with.
Alecia Matthews: I’m not sure. Schneider is a crafty ring veteran and he could’ve been using every moment of that pin attempt as momentary recovery.
Daniel Knight: He’s going to need more than two seconds to recover from being thrown through flaming barbed wire!
Ante drags Schneider to a vertical base in a front facelock. Knee lift from Ante, driving his knee into the carcass of Phillip Schneider. Dead lift from Ante, he walks Schneider over to the mostly extinguished but still very hot standing barbed wire and suplexes him into it, vertically. The barbed wire snaps upon impact, sending Schneider for a slow fall through the first flaming board, then the second, before bouncing off the bottom non-flaming barbed wire, the ring apron, and rolling to the arena floor with the hot barbed wire clinging to his skin.
Alecia Matthews: We knew this was going to be a slaughter going in. I hope it's lived up to expectations. I hope you're all satisfied. Because I personally am sick. This is disgusting. Those are human beings in there!
Daniel Knight: I’m amazed that they’re literally destroying the combat environment specifically designed for them. In no other match does the ring get annihilated like it has here tonight.
Schneider pulls himself out of the barbed wire. He searches under the ring, pulling out a large cardboard sheet. Pulling away the protection wrappings, it's a pane of glass. Schneider lifts it onto his back as he steps up to the platform. The glass is splattered with Schneider's blood as he repositions it. Ante simply watches on. Schneider's looking for a good spot to set it, carrying it in front of him. Ante charges forwards, putting himself through the pane of glass, but spearing Schneider. The glass explodes, both Ante and Schneider go sailing backwards, into the last burning side of barbed wire. Though the wire is no longer ablaze, it's been burning for the duration of the match and is red hot. Because of how long it's been burning, the wire is also weakened, so as the two grapplers crash into the weakened wire, it immediately gives away. Both wrestlers, the remains of the barbed wire, and a showering of broken glass go sailing to the arena floor, a plume of smoke rising from the remains of the flaming barbed wire ropes. Both men are down as ring attendants rush over to extinguish the flames.
Daniel Knight: This was a no rope flaming barbed wire match. They've destroyed all four sides of the flaming barbed wire now. Now it's just a no rope match. We have a burnt platform. This is a burnt platform match. They've destroyed the entire stipulation. And in the process, the stipulation has destroyed their bodies.
Ante is the first to stir in the war zone on the floor. He climbs on his hands and knees, crawling through the glass, ashes, and discarded barbed wire. He goes to the corner, grabbing the gusset plates that fell off of the exploded burnt pane of glass. Schneider is up. He's moving the glass around that they just crashed through, making a tiny sand castle of glass. Ante approaches Schneider with the gusset plates. Schneider throws a handful of glass shards in Ante's face. Ante is stunned. Ante stumbles around dizzily, trying to get the glass stuck from his face. Schneider grabs one of the gusset plates from Ante's hands, slamming it into Ante's bicep. It sticks completely in, lodged to the meat of Ante's left bicep. Ante, not at all stunned by the action, does the same to Schneider, slamming a gusset plate into Schneider's left bicep.
Daniel Knight: Both men now have high grade construction equipment wedged into their flesh. Those are used for holding boards together in construction, used to hold buildings together. Now they're wedged into Ante Whitner and Phillip Schneider's biceps.
Ante rolls into the ring. He's prying at the gusset plate, but is unable to get it off. Schneider is underneath the ring. He's produced a gigantic plywood board completely covered in spiraling barbed wire, light tubes, and gusset plates. Schneider pulls the board out, which has legs on two sides. He struggles with the weight and awkwardness of the board, but is able to prop it up on the ring apron, using the legs to create a makeshift platform. Schneider climbs into the ring, where he's met with a sickle to the face from Ante.
Alecia Matthews: Why did no one get the sickle out of there? They had all this time, and no one thought to get the sickle out of there?
Daniel Knight: Who’s going to take it? Ante killed the ring attendants and the referee is just as scared of these two maniacs as we are.
The boards of the ring are now slippery with blood. A little squirming from Schneider and Ante loses his grip on the sickle attack, slipping in pooling blood. Schneider grabs the machete. A quick slice from the machete and Ante has blood streaming down his chest.
Daniel Knight: HE CUT HIM WITH THE DAMN MACHETE! He's teased and teased, but Schneider actually just sliced Ante Whitner with a damn machete!
Alecia Matthews: This isn’t wrestling. I’m sorry, but what’s happening out here tonight isn’t pro wrestling.
Daniel Knight: It’s a war, plain and simple.
Schneider, looking like he's walked through a landmine, begins to laugh like a maniac. Schneider grabs one of the chairs that's been brought into the ring. Ante struggling to cover his chest would is defenseless to a brutal blasting chair shot from Schneider. The chair warps around Ante's skull, the chair instantly deforming and losing it's shape. Ante crumbles to the canvas.
Alecia Matthews: If someone can prepare a note for Ante with his address and phone number, he'll need it when he gets to the hospital.
Daniel Knight: Hospital hell, these two are heading to the morgue after this!
Schneider rolls out of the ring. He heads to the time keepers table, producing two large clear bottles in a bucket. He rolls back into the ring. Ante is down on the mat, bleeding profusely and huffing for air. Schneider pulls the top off of one of the bottles and throws a healthy amount over Ante. Ante SCREAMS in agony as the fluid splashes over his open wounds.
Daniel Knight: Ugh, that's rubbing alcohol. Why?
Alecia Matthews: It's sterile at least...
Schneider pulls both bottles of rubbing alcohol out, placing them on the boards. He throws the remaining contents of the bucket on Ante. The white powder covers Ante, clinging to his open wounds and the moisture of the rubbing alcohol as Ante screams a high pitched agonising scream again.
Daniel Knight: And that? Sterile? THAT'S SALT! HE JUST THREW SALT IN THE GOD DAMN WOUNDS!
Alecia Matthews: He's sick. You say that like you're surprised.
Schneider whacks Ante in the face with the metal bucket before pitching it aside. Back to the rubbing alcohol, Schneider throws the contents of both bottles over the barbed wire platform contraption he built earlier. The alcohol pools and splashes in no particular direction, completely dousing the platform and some front row fans in rubbing alcohol. The smell of the rubbing alcohol permeates through the open air arena, creating a cocktail aroma with the already lingering metallic smell of blood in the open air, the unmistakable scent of burnt flesh, a campfire smell from the burnt boards from the ropes, and a lingering smell of fire extinguisher. With the board completely doused in rubbing alcohol, Schneider hands a zippo lighter to the referee, demanding the board be lit on his instruction. Schneider pulls Ante to his feet. Reverse full nelson from Schneider. He walks Ante to the edge of the ring, lifting him onto his back. Schneider calls for the board to be lit. The referee, for fear of Schneider, does as instructed and the entire contraption goes up in a massive blaze. Schneider brings Ante up and over, stepping with him and sitting down with a Beverly Kills 90210 through the barbed wire board, gusset plates, exploding light tubes and perhaps most importantly, the fire. Both men are engulfed in a barbed wire tomb as ring attendants throw a bucket of water on them to extinguish the flame. Ante Whitner squeals in particular agony, likely as the water washes salt into wounds that didn't already have salt in them.
Daniel Knight: Can we stop the match now? They're dead. They've proven what needs to be proven. They're both tough, sick, sons of bitches. Now stop the damn match. It's done.
Alecia Matthews: I don't think this one is going to end until one of these two are dead, unfortunately.
Daniel Knight: Or fortunately. If these two kill each other, then neither of them will be around to hurt anyone else!
Schneider pulls and tugs at the wire. He’s the first to free himself and while Ante took the worst of the blow, he’s certainly not well off. Schneider underneath the ring. He’s produced a ladder. Ante still struggling to get out of the barbed wire, the light tube glass crunching underneath him with every movement. Schneider balances the ladder, stabbing at Ante with the very end of it. Schneider pushes the ladder into the ring. Carefully, Schneider climbs up onto the platform that used to be the wrestling ring. He sets the ladder up somewhat near a corner of the ring, making sure to brace it as he does so. Schneider begins to climb the ladder. He’s looking down at Ante, who’s still picking barbed wire barbs out of his flesh on the arena floor. Schneider slowly but surely is climbing the ladder, blood literally dripping from his body as he climbs. Ante has pulled himself out of the wreckage at ringside, rolling to the ring. Schneider is now midway up the ladder. Ante begins to climb the other side of the ladder, leaving behind a similar dripping pool of blood as he climbs.
Alecia Matthews: The blood loss these two men have sustained is astounding
Daniel Knight: Combing the blood loss with the physical assertion of the combat at hand and the heat of the fire, these two must be on the brink of dehydration and exhaustion, possibly heat stroke. The blood loss alone would be enough to stop most athletes.
Schneider now at the top of the ladder. He’s awaiting Ante. Ante slowly climbing. Ante reaches the top of the ladder and he’s met with a punch to the face from Schneider. Ante fires back with a punch of his own, the ladder wobbling as he winds up for the blow. Schneider throws a wild roundhouse. Ante almost loses his footing, leaning backwards but not falling off of the ladder. He comes forwards, throwing a wild punch of his own to Schneider. Schneider leans to the side and as he does, the ladder buckles to the left. Both men hold on to the ladder for dear life as it buckles and bends, crashing to the boards of the ring. The weight of the two men hitting the boards from that distance causes the ring boards to explode, snapping in half and sending splintered ends of the wood every direction, the two men disappearing through the hole formed in the ring.
Daniel Knight: They went through the ring. They’ve broken a hole in the ring.
Alecia Matthews: They’re going to destroy this entire stadium before the night is done.
Referee up, he looks into the hole. Referee knocks the ladder out of the way, carefully looking into the hole and actually begins a count. 1…..2……3?? Referee up, calling for the bell. Bell sounds.
Daniel Knight: Who’s won??
Whitner emerges from the hole formed in the canvas, his body in absolute tatters. He crawls like the undead from the hole before his arms give out and he collapses face down on the ring mat.
Christa Adina: Your winner of this match, Ante Whitner.
Alecia Matthews: Do you think he feels like a winner?
Daniel Knight: I'm not sure he feels anything at this point.
Officials and ring crew members rush the ring but then stand amid the wreckage, none of them particularly sure where even to begin, the lights drop in a flash as David Brennan's music kicks right into high gear.
Alecia Matthews: Hold on, we’re scheduled to be going off the air right now.
Daniel Knight: It seems the champ has something on his mind, though I don’t think it’s advisable to go anywhere near the ring right now. It’s a damn mess.
Alecia Matthews: Everything’s a mess Daniel. I don’t think I’ll ever sleep again.
The champion storms out from behind the curtain, having clearly showered up following his match earlier in the evening and looking no worse for wear as he skips the theatrics that usually accompany his entrance, storming down the ramp, stalling only to navigate the change of course that accompanies entering a ring surrounded by barbed wire. Having dragged Whitner out of the ring and on to one of the two stretchers that have been ready by ring side since the bell rang, the medics are now trying to retrieve Phillip Schneider from the hole in the ring. Brennan stands there, looking down at the wreck and doesn’t look impressed as a bloody and ravaged Schneider is hauled out.
Daniel Knight: Jesus. He’s a real mess.
Alecia Matthews: Both Schneider and Whitner need taking straight to the nearest hospital.
As soon as Schneider is out of the ring and laid out on the other gurney Brennan sends the remaining ring crew scrambling for a mic and he turns his attention toward the entrance ramp, his music fading as the crowd cheers in anticipation of what the champ has come out to address.
He pauses for a moment, as instinct barely stalls him from taking his normal spot upon his haunches on the set of ropes most forward to the entrance ramp, they having been replaced earlier with strands of barbed wire. He takes a step back to survey the scene around him - blackened wraps scattered throughout, a bloodstained mat with a Schneider shaped hole in it, and all matter of scattered wreckage throughout.
David Brennan: ...and they said I was bad for wrestlin'.
The crowd responds with a resounding chorus of jeers, having already played witness to Brennan vanquishing any doubts left to be cast upon his ability to hang with the purists.
David Brennan: But really, that's neither here nor there. KYZER!!
At the sound of the God of F*ck's name, the crowd erupts, coming absolutely unglued at the prospect of the first true eye to eye meeting between the architectural madman behind The New Epoch and the champion that many once felt had clung to his coat tails in a tactical effort to ascend the ranks of the WFWF.
In the ring, Brennan lays out the WFWF Championship in the center of the mat, almost as if placing on display, before stepping over it, positioning himself between the entrance and the belt.
David Brennan: I don't know what god forsaken hole you crawled out of this week, but you want this f*ckin' belt, son?! Well, sh*t - ain't much standin' in your way now, is there? Just The New Epoch's token third wheel, huh? You want it? Come and f*ckin' take it!
The lights go off.
Kyzer magic.
The lights go on and Michael Kyzer is standing in front of David Brennan and the WFWF Championship. The crowd erupts at this. Kyzer eats it up as usual while displaying that trademark smirk of his.
Alecia Matthews: Oh God. Here we go. Can’t we ever end the show without a blood bath?
Daniel Knight: Michael Kyzer in the mother f*cking building!
Kyzer: Oh David, what makes you think I want one of your many titles? I am delighted to see all that gold you have managed to accumulate. I never thought of you as a token third wheel. I always saw you more as a lump of coal. Something dirty and disgusting but something that under the perfect circumstances could become a diamond. I always saw your potential. I never expected it to take this long to reach it though. I am proud of you regardless.
He pauses momentarily to glance past Brennan to the destruction behind him, before refocusing on his former stablemate.
Kyzer: You never had to rely on cheap stunts and unnecessary gimmicks like our cranky Jewish friend. I always liked that. You were always like me, misunderstood or however you want to look at it. But you aren’t me. You are merely a construct of mine. Nothing but a f*cking golem.
The grin disappears. Kyzer and Brennan have an epic stare off for the moment as the crowd loves this interaction.
Kyzer: You were something that I created, just like Drakz. He was just another dreg going through the motions in the WFWF until I arrived. I pulled him onto my pedestal up above all the other generic goth kids, lazy immigrants and useless hobos. I showed him a world he didn’t know existed. I changed how the game was played. I am the reason you stand there today with all your recent accomplishments. But now…now it is time to for us to play a game. I am that last accomplishment for you. I am here to see if you are truly a man of your own or just another one of my failed experiments. Take your shot, earn your wings. See if you can earn yourself some bragging rights like the Jew did. This won’t be like fighting Drakz. I am the God of F*ck, not the King of Cripples.
A screaming distortion lights up the arena PA and the fans come absolutely unglued. “MK7” grinds into its sludgey guitar riff and everyone is on their feet, making sure they don’t miss what’s about to go down.
Daniel Knight: Sheeeeeeeeeyt!
Alecia Matthews: Is it him? Is he here?……..He’s here!
The curtain is tossed aside and out comes the former undefeated champion, Drakz! He takes a number of ridiculously over sized steps across the stage, beating his fist on his chest, clearly hyped to be back in front of a crowd after so long.
Daniel Knight: What is he doing here?! Shouldn’t he be in the hospital or a retirement home or something?
He soaks in the cheers for the first time since he aligned with Trace Demon 18 months ago, but then stops and his head snaps toward the ring, his eyes wide and staring right at the back of Kyzer’s head, as he’s not so much as looked away from David Brennan. Drakz’s attention is momentarily drawn though as the carcass of Phillip Schneider is wheeled past him. Then he’s right back on the ring.
Alecia Matthews: I don’t know how he got here Daniel but it looks to me that he’s got revenge on his mind.
Brennan looks over Kyzer’s shoulder, confused as to what Drakz is doing, and then as Drakz begins to shake his head, smiling a huge toothy grin, he starts running full pelt towards the ring. Kyzer still doesn’t turn to face him and as Drakz slides under the bottom barbed wire rope Brennan forces past Kyzer, a look of real concern and frustration on his face. Brennan holds out a hand and pushes it against Drakz’s chest, not forcefully, just holding him at arms length as he starts to talk to him. Drakz is laughing, but not because he’s enjoying himself. He looks manic. He’s looking past Brennan, clearly not hearing a word he’s saying, finally locking eyes with his former best friend Michael Kyzer. Kyzer just stands there smirking, his hands behind his back, playfully rocking a little on his heels.
Daniel Knight: This is insane. We’ve just witnessed the most brutal match of recent memory and now we’ve got these three in the ring?!
Brennan sees he’s not got Drakz’s attention and with his other hand grabs Drakz’s face, turning it toward him so that now their eyes are locked. He continues talking at Drakz and whatever he’s saying seems to be calming him down, at least a little, to the point that he feels comfortable taking his hands off of him. Drakz closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. Brennan steps back and to the side so that he can see both men now, but as soon as he turns to watch his more immediate threat in Kyzer, Drakz’s eyes flick open and he storms back toward his initial goal. Drakz’s head drills into Kyzer’s but Kyzer is right there pushing back. The two are nose to nose with Drakz talking a LOT of sh*t and Kyzer still just smirking. Drakz walks Kyzer back but then Brennan grabs Drakz by the shoulder and pulls him away, squaring up to Drakz himself.
Alecia Matthews: This is about to explode.
We hear Brennan shout “What the f*ck are you doing?!” at Drakz before stepping back, and as arena security begin to file out from the back we’re left with a shot of all three former Hall of Fame members of The New Epoch staring each other down.
Alecia Matthews: We need to get this under control before things turn nasty…..again. There’s plenty of dangerous debris around thanks to Schneider and Whitner. Folks, we’ll see you next time. Hopefully. if there’s anything left.
Michael Kyzer chuckles and steps out of the ring. His mind games in play.
Drakz paces up and down, spitting on the mat, tensing and flexing his fingers from balled fists to open hands.
David Brennan picks up his WFWF World Heavyweight Championship and just shakes his head.
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Post by Drakz on Sept 16, 2017 14:35:49 GMT -5
Pretty f*cking hefty results. All matches got full write ups because people just went and wrote them, so thanks sleepy and King Richius and of course Prophet of Ash for that main event. Gross. |
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Post by King Richius on Sept 17, 2017 12:01:54 GMT -5
For three matches and two segments, that was a pretty good show. Sad to see Joe Bishop go but happy to see Drakz back (as long as I don't end up being his warm up match opponent at the next show).
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