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The video feed begins with a dark room, with a dim light bulb turning on, making a chair visible, with a figure seen walking towards the chair, then sitting down, revealing himself to be The Father.
The Father: Hello again...did you miss me? He smirks sinisterly.The Father: Tonight... I make my WFWF debut against two lost souls...two people without purpose in this world...and I am here to show them salvation.He picks up his bible and holds it up to the camera.The Father: He told me to give them a second chance...He has told me that everything will work out fine in the end...He also told me that I will walk away from this match unharmed...and that nothing bad will happen to me...just to further prove this point...I have my family by my side...A figure appears behind The Father, slowly walking towards him, before the dim light revealing it is the man known as “Wolf”. The Father: ...but he isn’t the only one I have with me...I have more family...and they will all make their presence known in the near future...He stops himself mid sentence.The Father: ...I’m getting off track...as I was saying...I have my family and my followers behind me...while they have no one by their side...Stiletto and Mason have no one...they are alone in this journey...Johnny only has his son...who is being dragged along to these events by his dear old dad...He chuckles to himself.The Father: I wonder how long it will take for Johnny to realize that he is not fit to be a father...I also wonder what the hell happened to ‘The Knife’...I haven’t heard anything about him since his thirty second debut promo...I wonder if he realized he wasn’t fit for this business...wasn’t ready for tonight...wasn’t prepared to go in the ring against ME! He stands up out of the chair and throws it across the room, before turning back to the camera.The Father: Do you want to know what I think?! Here’s what I think... He takes a couple of breaths...calming himself down. The Father: I think that the wrath of God is going to be unleashed on these two lost souls...I think that I am going to hurt them...very...very badly He comes up close to the camera.The Father: Tonight...you all are going to see the end of The Knife...the end of Johnny Mason...and the beginning...of MY...my legacy! He turns and walks away...Wolf hanging around for a second...before pulling out a pistol and firing a single shot into the camera...ending the feed.We are then live from the BOK Center in Tulsa, OK and the WFWF General Manager, Lila Sleater standing in the center of the squared circle with no expression of her face. She can feel the energy from the crowd, but she doesn’t react. Her hair isn't well well kept as usual and her face looks cracked.
She nods, agreeing with the fans and normally, she’d show it but there’s too much on her mind right now.
Lila Sleater: Now normally, we’d kick things off here with an opening video and some explosive pyro but things have heated up here in the WFWF and I am up to my neck in problems. There have been rumors going around for months now that I run a corrupt company. That any and every internal issue just simply swept under the rug because I’m “paid off”. Well, I’m here to inform you all that those rumors simply aren’t true. Some cheers and jeers from the crowd.Lila Sleater: Tonight, I’m putting an end to all those rumors! I’m putting an end to all the backlash as a result of SuperBrawl. I have a few problems that need addressing….starting with you. Those devilish green eyes slowly veer towards Daniel Knight, who watches on with a smirk.
The crowd immediately starts chanting -
F**K YOU, KNIGHT!
F**K YOU, KNIGHT!
F**K YOU, KNIGHT!
F**K YOU, KNIGHT!
F**K YOU, KNIGHT! Lila Sleater: I did the best I could to protect you when you decided to run your mouth on Twitter but after what you did at SuperBrawl, I….I can’t. You realize how much backlash we got for what you did? You realize we’ve been threatened with lawsuits because of what you did? The Board of Directors have been hounding me since Dallas to do something regarding your future here as well as your friend Needles, but I’ll deal with him later. What you did at SuperBrawl, Daniel was a stab in the heart. I cared about you. Sleater appears to be fighting back tears but she maintains control. Lila Sleater: The Board of Directors threatened to fire me as general manager unless I made a decision. Sleater pauses.
And I made a decision. Daniel Knight, tonight’s broadcast will be your last! The crowd comes unglued at the announcement! Daniel Knight simply nods his head, smirking while Alecia Matthews looks on in total shock. Even Christa Adina can't believe, covering her mouth with both hands!
THANK YOU, SLEATER! *clap, clap, clap, clap, clap*
THANK YOU, SLEATER! *clap, clap, clap, clap, clap*
THANK YOU, SLEATER! *clap, clap, clap, clap, clap*
THANK YOU, SLEATER! *clap, clap, clap, clap, clap*Lila Sleater: What you did at SuperBrawl crossed a line. How could you do something like that? To someone like Mesh? The crowd pops at the mere mention of the former Vanguard Champion!
Lila Sleater: I only hope that Mesh is able to recover from what you did to her, otherwise – Sleater hides her face at the thought.
I don’t even want to think about that right now. Lila Sleater: Don’t worry, Alecia – a replacement has already been chosen and they will make their official debut at our next show which, considering the state of the company is kind of ironic – in Hell, Michigan! With her bombshell dropped, Sleater leaves the ring as the crowd continues to chant, “Thank you, Sleater!” Sleater doesn’t react to the chanting, her game face is on as she goes backstage to tend to more business. Alecia Matthews watches in shock while Knight sits there, emotionless as the fans sitting behind him make faces or offensive gestures to the announcer. Daniel Knight: Well, I wasn’t expecting Ms. Sleater to finally grow a pair. Alecia Matthews: What?? Daniel Knight: Ms. Sleater, no - f**k it, I'm not going to be here any longer so f**k formality. Lila used to be a boss, someone that marched to the beat of her own drum but now? She’s towing the company line because she couldn't take the heat that I caused and quite frankly, I’m glad that I get to leave this s**thole. It just shows that everyone in the wrestling business is a phony! The crowd is hot for Knight as he turns his back to face them as he continues to run them down. Alecia Matthews tries calming Knight down but he's hot. His face is red and his vein are bulging out of his neck!Daniel Knight: These inbred, basement dwellers too! One minute, they boo Lila but oh no, not now. There's a reason why southerners are often looked at as slow or unintelligent. The boos grow louder, sounding like a buzz. F**k all of you! I hope Mesh dies in the hospital so none of you have a reason to come back! F**k the WFWF! Whoever Lila found to replace me has big shoes to fill. but he won't. The quality of the commentary here will falter and eventually, you'll get replaced too. Alecia Matthews gasps at that comment.
Alecia Matthews: You’re a real dick, you know that? You always have been. This tirade of yours is unexceptional. You dug your own grave at SuperBrawl and looks like tonight, you're going to lay in it! The WFWF will never get rid of me, you know why? Knight doesn't look at his former broadcast partner.
Alecia Matthews: I'm a professional. I call the action in the ring and that's it. I don't swoop to such a level where I have to pay a contracted wrestler to almost kill another wrestler - yeah, I said almost because you didn't kill Mesh. You and your buddy failed, it just sucks that Mesh won't be able to see your final show tonight. Daniel Knight: That's okay. Mommy will probably just DVR it for her like she always does. Hey, Melanie - Knight flips off the camera, causing Alecia Matthews to scoff. The crowd behind Knight is livid.Alecia Matthews: Good riddance to you. Daniel Knight: F**k you too. Alecia Matthews: Classy. “MK7” begins to play on the arena PA and of course this prompts a hail of jeers from the crowd as the WFWF World Heavyweight Champion makes his way onto the stage. He doesn’t pose. He doesn’t even stop at the top of the ramp, instead he begins to walk down it, hopping off half way and making a bee-line for the sound engineers desk. Without a mic we can’t distinguish what he’s saying to the woman behind the mixing desk but she goes to work and suddenly his music stops. Now the music is done we can hear Drakz shout to her:Drakz: Give me a mic. She obliges and Drakz starts banging on it to check it’s actually live.
*BOOM BOOM BOOM*
Realizing it is, he starts to talk. Drakz: Enough of that sh*t. Enough of all the frills and pageantry. I’m done with that. He starts marching towards the ring, dragging the championship belt along the ground behind him. Drakz: No more entrance music. No more big gaudy entrances. I’m a man, not a dancing f*cking bear. He rolls under the bottom rope, standing up in the ring. The crowd, momentarily confused by the lack of music are now back on him. Booing and leering at the champ. Drakz: Do you know who I am? Do you know what I’ve done? More boos. Drakz: I’m the man who ended Michael Kyzer’s career. I’m the f*cking WFWF World Heavyweight Champion. But most importantly I’m a guy who doesn’t want to be here any more. Boos but also some cheers at the idea of Drakz leaving. Drakz: Yeah, you heard me. At first I thought putting my career on the line was the only way I’d get Kyzer in a wrestling ring, but as we got closer to Superbrawl I started to realize I actually wanted him to beat me! In a turn of events that still doesn’t feel quite right, the crowd begins to chant Kyzer’s name. Long and slow, as though they want to p*ss off Drakz as much as possible. He cocks an eyebrow. Drakz: Are you f*cking stupid? He’s not coming. He’s finished. I beat that mother f*cker into retirement, via the local hospital. They tried to stitch his balls back on but apparently the technology just isn’t there yet. The chant peters out.Drakz: The thing is though I want what he’s now been granted. His freedom. I want out of this life. I want to move on from something that’s been tethering me down for 15 years. And yet I can’t just walk out. Not my style. I need someone to f*cking crucify me like the messiah I am. I want to be destroyed. Make me a martyr and then let me go. The problem is there’s no one left to do it. All of my contemporaries have been sent packing, mostly by me. He turns to the hard cam.Drakz: Hey Phil! How’s the job at Walmart treating you? A new chant begins to take shape amongst the crowd. Section by section.Drakz: There’s no one left. I’m going to be stuck here, with this f*cking belt…. He raises it up above his head in one hand. Drakz: ……until the day I die. The whole crowd now chants for Tugarin.
Drakz: Oh, Zmey? You think I’m f*cking scared of that big lumbering mongol? He turns to address the boys and girls in the back. Drakz: Zmey, I don’t give a sh*t how big and scary you think you are I’ll geld you just like the rest. You’re just another number to add to my record. But hey, if that just sounds like talk, if you really think I’m just puffing out my chest, then how about this? If you can beat me when we have our match, I’ll give you more than just my title….. Zmey’s music hits and Drakz throws the title out of the ring before climbing up onto the ropes closest to the stage. Zmey slowly makes his way out onto the stage.Drakz: Cut his f*cking funeral march. I said stop the music. I’m not done. The music stops and Zmey stands still, at the top of the ramp. His body language as impossible to read as the face hidden behind his mask. Drakz: You want to do this now Subutai? There’s a glimmer of tension in Zmey as that name is spoken. Drakz: Come and f*cking eat me then dragon! Let’s do it. You ain’t sh*t! Zmey starts walking and the crowd are losing their minds. Drakz stands his ground right until the point that Zmey is within spitting distance, and then he does just that. Drakz, still mounted on the ropes spits on Tugarin and then throws the mic at him before scarpering like a scolded dog in the opposite direction, laughing as he goes. He jumps the guard wall and sprints up through the audience, many of whom have to be held back by security as they try to take swings at him.
Zmey simply stands his ground, his eyes staring at the ground in front of him, before raising to search the crowd. He finally sees Drakz who now stands right up high in the arena seating, holding the title belt he snatched up during his escape, and using his other hand to flip the bird at the monster he just spat in the face of.Alecia Matthews: I know this is a bold statement to make, but I think that might honestly be the most stupid thing Drakz has ever done. Zmey is going to rip him in half when the time comes. Knight doesn't care. He's on his phone. Alecia Matthews: There's been a lot to take in since the show started so it'd be nice if there was a match or something next. The production truck gets the message and then -The thrashing metal guitar riffs of "Gimme Chocolate" by Babymetal deafen everyone in the arena. "The Cleaner" Billy Broom comes out on stage in dark blue overalls swinging a mop above his head like a madman. After ten seconds or so, he smashes the mop on the stage. Then he rips off the overalls and flings them aside revealing his wrestling attire, still thrashing his head and arms to the music. Christa Adina: The following contest is scheduled for one fall Making his way to the ring first...from Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania...weighing in at two hundred and forty pounds…”The Cleaner” - Billy Broom!!! Alecia Matthews: Billy Broom has become something of a de facto guardian of the WFWF in recent months, and I’m told that when word came through regarding our newest acquisition’s intentions, he asked for this match personally. Daniel Knight: What an idiot. Suppose he’ll fare better than he did against Needles? Alecia Matthews: Oh, now you decide to chime in. If it’s too much to ask, I don’t want to so much as hear you saying that name anymore, please and thank you. Daniel Knight: Yeah, tall order. Denied. Billy "moshes" his way to the ring slapping the hands of fans along the way until he reaches the ringside area, sliding in under the bottom rope. The music fades, and the energetic janitor composes himself, turning his attention toward the stage as he awaits the arrival of his new opponent. Alecia Matthews: Billy Broom seems a bit off tonight. The implications of SuperBrawl have got to be eating away at his insides. Daniel Knight: Good. Soften him up. I have a feeling this debut is going to be the death of him. The lights dim, the intro to PJ Harvey’s ‘Rid of Me’ barely audible over the noise of the crowd. A blood red spotlight starts to dart its way around the arena, this continues for a minute or so, before eventually stopping at the stage, Daisy stepping into the red light and becoming the focus of the crowd’s attention. Christa Adina: And his opponent...from Amherst, Massachusetts, weighing in at one hundred and forty pounds…”The Delicate Little Flower” - Daisy!!! The ‘Delicate Little Flower’ slowly wanders down the ring, a playful smile on her face – which might seem like a pleasant young woman enjoying her chance to perform in the WFWF – if it weren’t surrounded by her demonic white and black face paint. Daisy enters the ring just as ‘Rid of Me’ erupts “Don’t you wish you, never, never met her”, the violent young woman surveys the audience, stops and slowly blows a kiss in Billy Broom’s immediate direction. Alecia Matthews: That’s a bold move right there, taunting someone like Billy Broom after what he’s been through. Daniel Knight: Bold as brass, and I like it! You know, I hadn’t exactly plotted my next move, but I wouldn’t shed a tear to see the WFWF rid itself of that god damned janitor! Alecia Matthews: You’re sick, you know that? Daniel Knight: Best to just embrace it, Alecia. Dulls the needle’s sting. Alecia Matthews: You did that on purpose. Daniel Knight: Sure did. Billy maintains a stoic glare following Daisy’s kiss, neither flinching nor reacting to her obvious attempt at getting inside his head. The bell sounds, loosening Billy up as he takes to the ring, countering Daisy’s footwork as the two circle one another, each vying for the opportunity to strike first. Alecia Matthews: Daisy drew an interesting straw here, squaring up against a relative veteran for her in-ring debut, in contrast to her peers who were given the opportunity to prove out exclusively against one another. Daniel Knight: That’s nonsense. Daisy drew an old janitor with a reverse daddy-complex. She’s going to eat him alive. The two competitors continue circling one another. To Billy, it’s strategic - he’s not about to allow himself to become outfooted by a first timer. To Daisy, however, the more and more rotations the two make around one another, the more it begins to read as if almost a game to her. She grins maniacally, maintaining lock step with Billy’s maneuvering, making more and more a show of their combative dance. Finally, Billy straightens out, dropping his fighting stance and pausing in the corner, a look of annoyance and disgust replacing his stoic glare. He grabs ahold of the ring rope, turning his attention out of the ring to confirm the absurdity of the moment with a ring hand, when Daisy finally strikes. Alecia Matthews: What the - Daniel Knight: Haha! Yes! Watch this! DING! DING! DING!Barreling toward Billy, Daisy charges, striking the janitor with an errant shove that knocks him to the mat. Toppling down over him, she unleashes her fury, scratching, clawing, and swiping at her downed opponent with a flurry of imprecise strikes geared solely toward hurting the man beneath her. Alecia Matthews: Is this a wrestling match or a high school lunchroom brawl? Daisy continues to tear into Broom as Billy throws his arms up, naturally attempting to ward off her attack in any way he can. Even as the official swoops in to begin the count of five, having mentally equated Daisy’s barrage to that of a hold, she soldiers on, with Billy only finding reprieve as the official finally tears the newcomer off of him. Flailing all the while, Daisy’s limbs continue to fly as Billy rights himself, but he barely gets a second to breathe before the official places Daisy in her corner, and she turns right back on the attack. Slightly more prepared this time, Billy catches her mid-charge in a side headlock, slowing her down and briefly controlling the narrative, though not entirely in command, as Daisy continues to strike out with her arms, looking for any opportunity to strike out at the janitor. Alecia Matthews: The Janitor is going to need every bit of his classical style if he hopes to slow Daisy down here. Daniel Knight: Please...you think he can contend with this?! She caught him completely unaware. This is just a setback. This is going to get ugly before it’s done. Alecia Matthews: Like looking in a mirror, isn’t it? Doubling down on his grasp around Daisy’s head, Billy seeks to further slow her roll, but before long, he realizes it’s all for not, as Daisy has stopped flailing, but not for any reasons influenced by The Janitor. Stomping her feet methodically to posture herself, Daisy wraps her arms around Billy’s midsection. Slamming her feet, almost jumping a handful of times to dig her heels in, she finally hoists with all her might, dragging the considerably heavier cleaner off of his feet, planting him on the mat with an impressive back body drop. Daniel Knight: Haha! Did you see that?! Alecia Matthews: How could I not?! What a show of strength by the newcomer, Daisy! Not even Billy Broom himself could have seen that one coming! With a devilish grin across her face, pleased with what she’d just accomplished, amid the shocked roar of the crowd, Daisy rolls over the fallen Janitor, hooking a leg as she backs over him for the cover…
...1…
...2…...but Billy kicks out, not about to be put down by one impressive feat of strength. Alecia Matthews: Billy’s out, but he’s got to be rethinking his strategy on the fly, now. This girl is strong with a capital S! Further infuriated by Broom’s escape, Daisy remains seated, and immediately begins pummeling Billy’s midsection, wailing on his with a single fist as he goes fetal, trying to ward off the attack. Again, Daisy rolls in for the cover…
...1…
...but this time, The Cleaner is able to handily escape, having been given ample time to collect his bearings, even amid Daisy’s further assault. Alecia Matthews: That sort of sloppiness is a quick route to defeat. Billy Broom was able to kick out much quicker the second time around. A frustrated sneer grows across Daisy’s made up face, and she pounds the mat as she climbs to her knees, looking to unleash her next attack on the WFWF’s resident janitor. However, she’s barely to her feet when Billy seizes the grounded advantage, rolling her up in a school boy while her back is turned for the cover…
...1…
...2…
...but Daisy is able to kick out before the official calls three. Daniel Knight: So the f*cking janitor’s going to play cheap, then… Alecia Matthews: You’re one to judge. On all fours as she recovers from the pin attempt, Daisy is now plainly seething over her as-of-yet inability to close the door, having nearly faced defeat in the process. Lunging at Billy before he’s able to right himself, she smashes into the side of his head with a grounded forearm smash, tumbling atop him as he falls from the blow, and before the cleaner can even get his arms up, he’s once again being clawed at the face as Daisy unleashes her rage once more, ceasing only as she’s dragged off of her opponent once more. Alecia Matthews: This young lady has got an interesting way of going about things. Daniel Knight: I know - isn’t it great?! As Daisy wildly argues the legality of her actions with the official, Billy is able to regain his bearings, and finally seeing an opportunity to strike, he charges across the ring, barely missing the official as he dodges out of arms way, and lays an outstretched arm across the neck and chest of his wild opponent, sending her barreling backward into the corner on the back of a vicious lariat. With his devilish foe cornered, Billy unleashes, stomping at her midsection doubling her over as she grasps the top ropes, vainly trying to maintain upright composure. Alecia Matthews: And here we go! Billy Broom has come alive! Daniel Knight: Oh, look at the big man, wailing on a girl half his size! Alecia Matthews: Again - you’re one to talk. With Daisy doubled over, Billy grasps her around the back of the head, taking off running from out of the corner, leaping as he does so, planting Daisy’s head in the center of the ring with a bulldog. Hoping to close the book on the wild child’s debut, he rolls her over, hooking the leg as he makes for the pin…
...1…
...2…
...but Daisy’s out just in time to carry on the fight, clawing at Billy’s eyes as he pauses to grimace over the two count. Alecia Matthews: How many more times does she get that in before the official calls the match?! Daniel Knight: Daisy is outweighed here, Alecia! As far as I’m concerned, all’s fair until Billy is out to pasture! The official, to his credit, once again makes a concerted effort to drag Daisy off of Broom as she continues to dig her nails into his eye sockets. Billy rolls forward to put his face to the mat and create a barrier between his facial region and Daisy’s nails, as the official boldly places himself between the two opponents.
As Billy brings his hands to his face, checking for any lasting damage, Daisy charges past the official, seizing upon Billy’s positioning. Latching onto his arm with her legs and clasping her hands around his clawed face, she hauls back on his neck, locking in a crossface hold with the pair of the centered perfectly in the middle of the ring.
Alecia Matthews: She calls this hold the Daisy Chain, and Billy Broom has nowhere to go! Daniel Knight: Yes! Tap! Tap! Tap! Billy grimaces, screaming out as Daisy attempts to slide the lock to better aggravate his clawed eyes. Her shifting focus, however, loosens her lower grasp on Billy’s arm, and before anyone can comprehend what’s going on, Billy makes timely use of the freedom of both of his hands, handily breaking Daisy’s clasp on his face and flipping himself backward over Daisy’s advantageous positioning, placing himself at her back. Alecia Matthews: Billy’s out! Billy’s - RING OF SATURN! RINGS OF SATURN! Before Daisy has time to assess her newfound disadvantage, Billy seizes upon her confusion, drawing both arms behind her back and clasping his own hands across her collar, leaving her hopelessly locked in the center of the ring as he hauls back in response, causing Daisy to cry out, half in rage, but mostly in pain. Daniel Knight: This is just uncalled for! Alecia Matthews: This is wrestling, Daniel, with no room for violent, blood lust antics. If you can’t handle that, find a new line of work - for all our sake...oh wait....Billy doubles down on the hold, Daisy’s cries now almost exclusively a matter of agony rather than hate. She shouts a string of obscenities as the official checks to see if she’s ready to concede, resisting for several moments longer, before hanging her head in defeat, finally nodding in agreement, the bell sounding, signaling her confirmed intent to submit. Alecia Matthews: And that’s why you don’t come out of the gate full tilt against somebody as fundamentally sound as Billy Broom! Daniel Knight: He beat a helpless little girl. I hope he’s proud of himself! Alecia Matthews: Can we kill his mic, please? Christa Adina: Here is your winner….Billy Broom!!! At the sound of the bell, Billy immediately releases the hold, distancing himself from his opponent as he slides out of the ring, forgoing the opportunity to have has hand raised in victory. From the safety of the ramp, he looks on with his hands on his hips, collecting himself as the officials check on Daisy’s well being. As Daisy lashes out at the officials, scratching at one and shoving another, Billy shakes his head in silent disgust, turning his back and hanging his head some as he slowly walks back up the ramp, disappearing behind the curtain as the officials drive Daisy from the ring.
Alecia Matthews: Daisy acted all tough on social media but she wasn't as tough as she thought since Billy just planted her! Daniel Knight: Great choice of words there, Matthews. Alecia Matthews: That's not what I meant. You're the one who thought it. Daniel Knight: You said it. You act like you're this super perfect broadcaster that never messes up but yet... Alecia Matthews: Oh, shut up. Let's just go backstage with Kay Fabe who's with another wrestler that's going to make his in-ring debut tonight! Daniel Knight: I can't wait. Yay.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 21, 2019 20:42:45 GMT -5
Backstage, Kay Fabe is with Johnny Mason.
Kay is dressed from head to toe in a elegant black dress while Mason is in his wrestling attire - Black elbow pads, black tights that have his name on the back in white . White knee pads over his tights; the left one has J, and the right has M with white wrestling boots. Kay Fabe: Thanks Alecia and umm...Daniel, I’m here with Johnny Mason, another new addition to the WFWF that will be making his debut later tonight. Thank you for taking the time to talk to me and letting the WFWF fans to know you a bit better. Johnny Mason: My pleasure. Kay Fabe: What would you say sets you apart from your opponent’s tonight? Johnny Mason: Well to be honest with you, it seems like I'm the only one of us who has actual morals and ethics. I’m someone that’s trying his damn best to be a great father and a great wrestler, unlike this guy who calls himself The Father. It's kinda ironic, isn't it? Kay Fabe: What do you mean? Johnny Mason: The only thing he's fathering is moronic idolization and false hope. Do I feel sorry for his followers? Not at all. That might sound harsh but everyone in life has a choice and his followers choose to follow him by their own accord. Kay Fabe: And what about Steve Stiletto? Johnny Mason: He's relatively unknown and I think there's a reason for that. That reason is because he can't handle this spot. He's nowhere close to being ready. He's in for a rude awakening in the triple threat match. As much as I hate the guy, at least The Father is going to try to back up his actions. Can I say the same for Stiletto? Who knows? Kay Fabe: Okay, with that being said, what are your goals here in the WFWF? Johnny Mason: Well I haven't really given it much thought to be honest, but there is great talent in WFWF. In fact, the best in the world and I would love nothing more than to face off with them and see who comes out on top! Kay Fabe: Is there anyone in specific you want to get in the ring with? Johnny Mason: Actually, yes there is. Mason looks directly into the camera, making sure that his words are heard, loud and clear.
Jayson Sykes. Johnny Mason: I don't really want to get into the specifics as of now but let's just say I owe him one. As for at Stay Gold, I'm really wanting to learn if the so called "father" can do this on his own or if he needs to lean on one of his followers to help him out. but I want to do things the right way. For Bryce. Kay Fabe: Speaking of your son, as we have quickly learned from you being here, you would do anything for your son. Do you feel like other wrestlers could get in your head for making your relationship with Bryce so well known? Johnny Mason: Yeah, that could be a potential problem but no one is going to be getting into my head. That doesn't mean that people won't have to pay for what they say though. Everybody will be accountable for their actions Kay Fabe: I'm certainly looking forward to seeing you in action Johnny. You made a name for yourself on the Indies racking up win after win until you lost your last match. what have you learned since then? Johnny looks down at the floor closes his eyes and looks back up at kay with a smug smile.Johnny Mason: Well, Kay I'm not gonna lie, it certainly was a learning experience. I gave my all and unfortunately I didn't come out on top now did I? But that's okay. I lost that battle but I promise you that in the end, I will win this war. And that's the thing, does Jayson know he's in for a war? Is he going to be prepared? I don't know that yet. Johnny stops smiling.Johnny Mason: What I do know is that it really doesn't matter if he's ready or not, I'm coming for him! Johnny stares into the camera and walks off, leaving Kay speechless.
Kay Fabe: Umm.....back to you guys..... Alecia Matthews: On a night where we welcome a handful of new faces to the WFWF, the hits keep on coming as we gear up for yet another debut match. There's a lot on the line for these three. Daniel Knight: You're so naive, it's sickening. Stiletto and Mason are probably going to be one of those guys that show up for a show or two then you'll never see them again. Remember Reina Kenshin? Alecia Matthews: What about "The Father" Luke Marshall? Daniel Knight: Don't know and don't care since I won't be around. SON OF A BITCH!
GOD LIKES ME!
I AM THE BEST!
F**K EVERYONE ELSE! Steve "The Knife" Stiletto walks from the back to a electronic beat and soft guitar and stops for a moment to look over the audience. He can't hide the look of disdain, or doesn't care enough to try to hide it, beautifully making his way to the ring. He's wearing long black tights with a cut that resembles boot cut jeans. It's adorned with red accents that resemble a tribal design, but not as douchey.
His boots are also black but the rest one has a thin red trim along the bottom. His disdain gives way to a look of determination. He walks slowly toward the ring, ignoring the fans now, hesitates for a moment before walking up the ring steps. Alecia Matthews: Is he savoring the moment or does he feel he may have bitten off more than he can chew? Christa Adina: The following contest is a triple threat match and it is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from St. Louis, MO! Weighing in one hundred and sixty-five pounds....Steve "The Knife" Stiletto! He enters the ring, climbs to the second rope and scans the arena one final time before jumping off the rope, waiting for his opponents in the corner.
Then, a pair of choir voices echo throughout the arena, followed by the melodic voice, backed up by drums and a distant guitar -
Oh, I'll never kill myself to save my soul
I was gone, but how was I to know?
I didn't come this far to sink so low
I'm finally holding on to letting go
I'll never kill myself to save my soul
I'm finally holding on to letting go
The song builds and builds, the vocals, drums and guitar until...
I'm finally holding on to letting go!
The banging of the drums are thick and the guitar rips through the speakers causing the arena to shake as Johnny Mason the steps out from the curtain with his hands on his waist.
Christa Adina: And his opponent, from Indianapolis, IN, weighing in at two hundred and twenty pounds.....Johnny Mason! Daniel Knight: Of course this guy comes out to Slipknot. Typical douche. Alecia Matthews: Oh, please. Daniel Knight: Most, if not all Slipknot fans are ugly who live at home with their parents. This guy has a son so that means he had to get laid by a woman, which most Slipknot fans usually have to pay for you know? You can hate Fred Durst all you want but he was right about Slipknot fans. Alecia Matthews: Okay, can we please cut his mic now? Daniel Knight: Slipknot stopped being cool after Iowa. They sold out BIG time. Alecia Matthews: Be quiet! Mason makes his way down to the ring, focusing on his opponent. He climbs up to the top rope and raises his right arm before turning his head to look at Stiletto who stays seated in the corner.
Then, the lights go out.
Chimes and bells are the only noise heard until ghastly whispers start to creep in. The whispers sound like they're coming from all over the arena....
Loud, ominous chants then start to blast through the BOK Center with thunderous drums in the background. Smoke emerges from the stage, eclipsing everything in sight until a man walks through the smoke...
A man in a suit slowly walks down the ramp to the ring, carrying his own version of the bible in one hand, arms spread out wide.
Christa Adina: And their opponent, from Parts Unknown, weighing in at one hundred and ninety-three pounds..."The Father" Luke Marshall! The Father hits the ring and raises his version of the bible with both hands above his head, before walking to a corner, handing his bible to someone at ringside and tells them to "Keep God's Words safe...protect this with your life" which the fan does...out of fear.
He then goes back inside the ring and removes his jacket and unbuttons his shirt, revealing his body, which is covered in homemade tattoos of things like a crown on his chest, crosses on his upper arms, a portrait of a woman on his left forearm, and a weird looking symbol on his back and his body is covered in self infliced scars of the words "Sinner", "Sloth", "Greed", "Lust" and "Gluttony".
All three step out of their corners, sizing each other up, before everyone starts throwing a flurry of hits towards one another, rights and lefts thrown until Luke Marshall steps back out of the foray. He watches on as Mason and Stiletto duke it out until Mason gets the better of Stilleto, hitting him in quick succession with a few more strikes before clotheslining him out of the ring.
Marshall comes running up behind Mason to hit a multitude of forearm strikes to the back of the neck, hoping to wear his opponent down before sending him off the ropes. As he returns, Marshall runs forward to hit a nasty Clothesline from Hell!
Alecia Mathews: That definitely rung his bell!
Daniel Knight: I sure hope this guy's kid is watching. I bet all of his friends are watching this show since that's what flys do, they're attracted to s**t and -
Alecia Mathews: Okay, no. That's enough! You don't get to badmouth a man's kid!
Daniel Knight: I can do whatever I want, Matthews. It's my last show here and I want to piss everyone off, what are they going to do? Fire me?
Johnny Mason rolls to the corner, trying to get back to a vertical base, but Luke Marshall hits heavy overhead rights, clubbing down Mason to a sitting position. His smaller frame still throws enough weight down with a stomp that makes Mason grip at his ribs.
Luke Marshall holds his hands out to his side, taking all the time in the world to gloat to his opponent before picking him up from the ground and throwing him through the ropes and onto the apron. Mason groggily stands on the outside before Marshall grabs his head and starts pulling him over the top rope, gripping his head underneath his arm before spiking his head directly into the mat, turning into a quick pinfall attempt -
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Mason throws his shoulder up hard. The Father seems a bit agitated as he climbs back to his feet and pulling Mason up by his hair with him. Marshall goes to shoot Mason off, but it's reversed. Mason bends down for a back body drop, but is dropped with a swinging neck breaker.
Steve Stiletto slides in after being down for the first part of this match and comes running up behind the now standing Marshall, gripping him from behind in a waist lock, pulling him back into a pin attempt while hooking the dress pants.
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Alecia Mathews: Stiletto almost got the win there.
Daniel Knight: What kind of name is 'Stiletto' anyway? Like, a stiletto can be sharp like a knife if you really wanted to kill someone so I guess I can see why.
Alecia Mathews: You're really breaking down a man's name? And what is it with you and knives? Actually, don't answer that. Sometimes I forget you're a lying hypocrite.
Daniel Knight: Me, the hypocrite? Nahh, I'm that guy that calls a spade, a spade.
Marshall's kick out sends Stiletto into a roll. Stiletto makes it back to his feet at the same time Marshall does, and the two men run full steam ahead at eachother hitting rights after rights on eachother, before Stiletto gets the upper hand, forcing Marshall into the corner, still landing vicious strikes. Marshall tries to kick him away but the strikes continue to rain down until Johnny Mason comes running from seemingly out of nowhere to hit a big double running knee onto Stiletto's back, forcing him into Marshall's front!
The crowd pops as Mason gets up, feeding off the energy of everyone in the BOK Center. Stiletto is the first to come out of the corner and is met with a nasty STO takedown. Marshall is next, and is met with a kick to the abdomen and a jumping Famouser to boot. Stiletto stands in the corner now, gathering his bearings as Mason comes in with a running clothesline. He turns his attention to Marshall staggering toward him, before side stepping and pushing him into Stiletto.
Mason climbs onto the second rope beside the corner wrapping his left arm around Marshall's head and pulling him aside, before jumping off the rope and grabbing Stiletto's head in the fall, wrench at both of them.
Alecia Mathews: Double Guillotine! Very inventive for someone that's new to the company. Does he have it here?
Daniel Knight: Nope.
Alecia Mathews: Can you, for two seconds, forget your whole plan to destroy WFWF and watch the action?
Daniel Knight: The WFWF was destroyed years ago. This place is being held together by old band aids but eventually, everything will fall apart. The company is losing money, the roster is the smallest it's ever been - you're just in denial, Matthews and I'll be watching from the sidelines when everyone here is looking for a new job.
Alecia Mathews: Okay, that's enough.
The crowd are on their feet as Mason brings the men to their knees, wrenching away on the hold as hard as he can. Both Stiletto and Marshall's hands are in the air, ready to tap, but Stiletto gets a second wind and gets back to a vertical base. With some of the pressure elevated off, Marshall gets to his feet as well. In a coordinated move, they push up and back, forcing Mason to flip in the air and land hard on his back. He rolls out of the ring to try to gather his senses.
Stiletto and Marshall look at the fallen Mason until Stiletto goes for a kick to the gut, but Marshall grabs the boot before looking deep into Stiletto's eyes, before throwing the boot down and digging his thumbs into his opponents eyes.
Daniel Knight: Look at this Alecia! Did you see that?
Alecia Mathews: Is that pun intended or not intended?
Daniel Knight: Both, 'look' and 'see' are intended.
Alecia Mathews: Of course they are.
Marshall lets go as Stiletto grasps at his eyes and staggers towards the ropes. Marshall gives him no time to breath as he pulls him away from the ropes and picks him up onto his shoulders in burning hammer position, before flipping him over and pushing his knee into his face.
Alecia Mathews: That's the move he calls 'Humanities Last Hope'! What a move!
Daniel Knight: What an awful name for a finishing move.
As Steve Stiletto falls motionless onto the mat, Marshall falls to his knees and puts his hands onto Stiletto's chest for a pin.
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2...
3!
DING! DING! DING!
Christa Adina: Here is your winner, 'The Father' Luke Marshall!
Luke Marshall pushes himself up using Stiletto's chest as he his proclaimed the victor. 'Lucifer's Hymm' plays on the PA as he goes to the ropes, holding out his hand as the time keeper brings his bible to him. The Father grips it firmly in one hand as he raises it high in the air, screaming something at the crowd about salvation and hope, as he climbs out of the ring and walking up the ramp.
Alecia Mathews: What an incredible showing by 'The Father' Luke Marshall tonight here in Tulsa. Everyone actually had a pretty good showing tonight, but Luke Marshall stands tall.
Daniel Knight: Meh. Don't care.
Alecia Matthews: Of course you don't.
The camera then pans backstage to one Lila Sleater, clearly in a form of distress.
Lila Sleater: Well, here goes nothing.
Lila knocks on a dressing room door, announces herself, and walks into the room. Sitting on the bench of the room is none other than the WFWF Vanguard Champion, Anna Ahriman, dressed in full street gear as she is unable to compete tonight.
Anna Ahriman: I had a feeling you would be knocking on my door sooner or later.
Anna sets the Vanguard Championship on the bench beside her and reaches behind her to her bag, pulling out a long rod covered in a velvet casing, a cloth, and some oil. She pours the oil onto the cloth, and undoes the velvet, revealing Sakabato’s hilt and sheathe. Anna unties the string of the hilt and very slowly pulls out the blade of Sakabato, staring deep into Lila’s eyes as she does so.
Anna Ahriman: So how can I help you, Lila?
Anna takes the cloth and slowly rubs it up and down the sides of the blade, never losing eye contact with Sleater.
Lila Sleater: You know exactly why I am here. That.
Anna Ahriman: What? Sakabato? It means no harm.
Lila Sleater: No inanimate object does mean harm, Anna. It’s the person who wields it that means trouble. Look at what happened to your father. And look at the actions of Needles and Mesh at SuperBrawl. You and Mesh are lucky to have walked out alive.
Anna Ahriman: Well, to be fair, Mesh didn’t really WALK away…
Lila Sleater: You’re the f*cking champion. Act like it. Much as I hate to admit it.
Anna Ahriman: So…what? You’re here to repo Sakabato? A timeless Ahriman family heirloom that has done more good and more…well…anything…for the WFWF than you will ever dream of accomplishing?
It’s clear Lila is biting her tongue hard enough it could bleed.
Lila Sleater: You saw the memo, Anna.
Anna Ahriman: Yeah, I couldn’t help but to notice I was the first person tagged when the release went out too. Forget that Needles tried murdering three people at SuperBrawl. Taking away my only real line of defense against that bastard. My head has a bounty on it thanks to this title, and it’s grown even larger because you are handicapping me.
Lila Sleater: It’s not about just you, Anna. It’s for the betterment of the WFWF as a whole and the programming.
Anna Ahriman: I noticed you were clear to state blunt objects were allowed. So clearly you’re just waiting until Needles pops me with his baseball bat so you can finally get what you want. A WFWF free of Ahrimans.
Lila Sleater: That’s NOT what I want, Anna. I just want to protect the viewers at home.
Anna Ahriman: Then start implementing your so called family friendly solution by firing Needles. Like he’s gonna give up those bats until they’re through my skull.
Lila Sleater: I won’t allow that to happen, Anna. You know that. Whether I like it or not, you are the WFWF Vanguard Champion, and I will do everything in my power to ensure your safety without you having to resort to using a bloody sword.
Anna Ahriman: Yeah, yeah. I’m sure you will. Right after the bat goes through my cranium and almost kills me like you let happen to someone you ACTUALLY liked.
Anna stands up, clutching Sakabato in her right hand, and the WFWF Vanguard Championship in her left, staring Lila dead in the eyes as we go back to ringside.
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Alecia Matthews: It's weird seeing Anna with the Vanguard Championship still. I was so used to seeing Mesh with it and - Daniel Knight: That belt is on a real wrestler, not some blue-haired bitch that's in way over head! Alecia Matthews: Shut up! Sure, Mesh lost fair and square at SuperBrawl but what you and your buddy did to her was wrong, Daniel! Why are you like this? She's done nothing to you and she's done nothing to the WFWF, in fact she's helped it grow! Daniel Knight: Ha! You're ridiculous! You realize that the company is losing money, right or does Lila not include you in those meetings because numbers are too difficult for you? Alecia Matthews: I choose not to take part in those meetings because that's not what I'm here to do. I'm an announcer, I call the action as best as I can, that's it. You always kissed ass around here to get ahead of everyone, everyone knows that. Isn't that right, Lila? The crowd in the front row that can hear the exchange all "ooh" and "aah" at Matthews' claims.Daniel Knight: I surpassed you in rank and pay after only being here for a few years because I'm just...better than you, that's it. Remind us - just how long have you been here? Alecia Matthews: Oh, we're doing this now? You get paid more than me because everyone knows how "close" you are with Lila and I say that in quotes because she's always been very partial towards you. Had anybody else gone off on Twitter the way you did, they would've been fired but not you. How do you sleep at night knowing that you have zero integrity? Daniel Knight: The fact that you have to resort to using false claims to discredit my hard-work really shows that I'm right and you're wrong. You're obviously triggered by the cold, hard fact that you just aren't a good announcer so I'll let it go. Kudos to you for not using the false "wage gap" theory as an argument since women tend to do that. Alecia Matthews: I'm still going to be working here by the end of tonight, you're not. That's all that matters to me. Daniel Knight: Okay, company sheep. We'll see in a year from now when the WFWF closes down and so-called "the best" wrestling announcer is struggling to find a new gig. Alecia Matthews: Since Lila is so partial towards you, I'll be partial towards DK in tonight's main event - I hope he beats the holy hell out of your buddy. As a matter of fact, I hope DK gives you a beating or two as well. Daniel Knight: Woooooooow, Matthews. You just wished violence on me, that's not what a "professional" does. Alecia Matthews: Professionalism was thrown out the window when you insulted me. What - you going to have Needles bash my head in too? Daniel Knight: I'm not saying no, however I wouldn't get off on it like I did with Mesh. Alecia Matthews: Oh God.... Alecia Matthews: Folks....it’s been a night of debuting names thus far, but up next, we play host to an old face making his return after three long years! Cam Nitta is moments away from his formal return to action, and he has flipped right into the deep end. Daniel Knight: You think he’s regretting that decision? What luck - your first night back and you draw The Dragon to welcome you back into the fold. Alecia Matthews: Well, Cam Nitta has never been one to back down from a challenge, and he’s made a reputation for himself scaling insurmountable heights. Perhaps Tugarin Zmey will prove to be just another wall in Nitta’s path. Daniel Knight: Ha, sure. I’m gonna bank on ‘no’ on that one. If you're sick, if you're sick, if you're sick, if you're sick of it
If you're sick, if you're sick, if you're SICK OF IT! ”Sick of It” by Skillet blares out over the speakers as Cam Nitta emerges from the curtains to a raucous hero’s welcome, cloaked in a black hood and black jacket. Christa Adina: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is set for one fall! Making his way to the ring at this time from Chicago, Illinois...weighing in at one hundred and eighty five pounds...he is the winner of the Abe Vigoda Memorial Cup...Cam Nitta!!!! Cam extends his hands towards the screaming fans heralding his return as he walks down the entrance way, but he doesn't seem to care much for them high-fiving. When Cam gets to the ring, he sheds his coat as the chorus hits, setting off a burst of pyro on the stage. Daniel Knight: Well, at least the fans are happy to see him. That’s about all the welcome he’s bound to get, once his opponent arrives. The arena lights dim and "Die, Motherf~cker, Die" by Suicide Commando assaults the audio senses of everyone in attendance. Tugarin Zmey appears on stage bathed in a red spotlight. Christa Adina: And his opponent...from Budabest, Hungary and residing in Seattle, Washington...weighing in at four hundred and fifteen pounds...The Dragon, Tugarin Zmey!!! The Dragon performs a slow serial killer walk to the ring that covers a deceptive amount of ground, much like Jason stalking a bunch of helpless teenagers in a slasher flick. They run, he walks, yet he always catches them. And thus it is that the dragon Tugarin Zmey somehow quickly plods to the ring instilling a sense of fear and impending doom in the entire audience.
Nitta slides out to the arena floor near the ring, biding his time as the walking behemoth climbs over the top rope and into the ring, crossing to the far end and staring down the returning hero from and even greater elevated point of view. Alecia Matthews: However bold Nitta may be feeling here, the reality of the situation has to be sinking in for him now. This dragon stands well over a foot above Nitta’s head. He outweighs him by two hundred and thirty pounds. Confidence can only take you so far until the wall is staring you right in the eye. Ever the benevolent warrior, Zmey takes a giant step back, silently imploring Nitta to take his place on the battlefield. Swallowing his courage, Nitta leaps to the apron, steps between the ropes, and confidently takes his corner opposite the hulking monstrosity before him. Nodding to the official, indicating his preparedness, Nitta pulls his eyes away from the masked dragon only just before returning to meet his stare as the bell sounds, removing any barrier that once stood between him and the challenge that stands before him now. Daniel Knight: Let the record show that the bell has tolled for Cam Nitta. May his memory live on, eternal. Alecia Matthews: You are abhorrent. With the battlefield now open for business, Zmey takes a giant step forward, and as he does so, Cam banks right, demonstrating his agility and quick footing. The Dragon’s attention snaps to follow his wiry opponent, and he bears down upon him with a clenched fist, looking to strike the first blow and put a quick end to the returning star. As his massive arm comes barrelling down, Nitta ducks, sliding to the mat between Zmey’s tree-trunk legs coming up behind the dragon and landing the first strike and he plants a dropkick into Zmey’s back. Alecia Matthews: Nitta fires the first shot! Daniel Knight: Beginner’s luck. Alecia Matthews: You know he debuted in 2011, yes? Daniel Knight: Still a relative beginner. He hasn’t done this since 2016. I’m still betting on the dragon. The hit sends Zmey stumbling, but it’s far from enough to fell the beast. Turning on a heel, the dragon bears down as Nitta regains his footing, returning the favor with a massive clothesline that sends Nitta tumbling mid air before he meets the mat, now prone to the dragon’s offense. Daniel Knight: See? One for one. Alecia Matthews: We’re seconds in. Daniel Knight: Let’s see how long you last against the Dragon. Alecia Matthews: You’d like that, wouldn’t you? Daniel Knight: We've discussed this already. With Nitta down to his back, Zmey looks to put him away, dropping a massive leg across his chest and supplanting himself as he sits out, nodding for the official to begin the count…
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...2…
...but Cam throws the shoulder, escaping the weight of Tugarin’s massive leg. Alecia Matthews: Close call for the returning Nitta. Daniel Knight: Soon… Undeterred by Nitta’s escape, Tugarin leverages the advantage he’s gained to drag his opponent to his feet. Grasping his massive arms around Nitta’s midsection, he hoists the young star upward, flipping Cam back and above his head with a gargantuan belly to belly overhead suplex. Daniel Knight: Look at the height on that. I mean, that’s just impressive. Alecia Matthews: CAM FLIPPED OUT!!! Indeed, whilst airborne, Nitta arcs his body, flipping out of the toss and remarkably manages to land on both feet. The crowd comes unglued at the display of athleticism, and riding the wave of momentum, he leaps into action, springboarding off of the nearest set of ropes, catching enough air to collide elbow-to-mask with the dragon, once again sending the behemoth staggering as Cam crashes to the mat. He’s quick to his feet, and looks to capitalize on the opening he’s created. Bouncing off another set of ropes, he delivers another elbow, this one in drive by as he looks to maintain his footing.
Landing cleanly in passing, he looks to finish the job. Taking to the apron, he waits for the reeling dragon to recover from the last strike, and once Tugarin is positioned as needed, Cam launches himself, planting his feet first upon the top rope in a show of perfect balance, then springboarding into a picture perfect flip, catching Zmey around the neck with his legs and rolling the dragon down to the mat with a clunky but well executed hurricanrana. Daniel Knight: ...impossible… Alecia Matthews: He’s down! The Dragon is down! Cam Nitta has felled Tugarin Zmey on his first night back, and he’s looking to now slam the door of opportunity! Diving atop his fallen opponent, Nitta makes a strained effort to hook Zmey’s massive leg as he makes a vain attempt to cover the beast…
...1… Alecia Matthews: Oh, my...speaking of height… ...but Tugarin is far from defeated, and in one, clean motion, he effortlessly hurls Nitta skyward, rolling out of the way before the wry young underdog comes crashing back down, face first, onto the mat. Daniel Knight: What an idiot! Did he think he’d really capture the win on the back of two elbows and a hurricanrana?! Looking to teach the David to his Goliath to stay down, Tugarin lumbers toward Nitta as he recovers from the freefall, and as if to punctuate his point, drives a massive, boulder of an elbow down into the small of Nitta’s back. Even as Zmey brings himself up from the strike, he looks down to observe Cam clawing at his boots, using the dragon’s massive frame as support to right himself. Not wanting Cam to gain any bright ideas, Zmey stalls him at around knee height, improvising an axe handle to down his opponent once more.
Still, life courses through Nitta’s veins, and once more he takes to clawing his way up Zmey’s lower appendages. This time, the dragon allows him to gain most of his footing, before lifting him the rest of the way beneath the chin, before sending him back down once more with a deafening overhead chop. Putting the full weight of himself behind offering his enthusiastic foe a reprieve into defeat, Tugarin drops to a knee, covering Nitta to finally put him to rest for good…
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...2…
...but Cam throws the shoulder once more, barely eaking out an opening through which he could escape!Alecia Matthews: Oh my god! Daniel Knight: What an idiot… Alecia Matthews: What a fighting spirit! Cam Nitta didn’t come all this way back just to willfully eat defeat! Daniel Knight: He’s gonna be eating defeat through a straw soon if he keeps this up. Falling back onto his haunches, Tugarin cocks his head to one side, curiously looking on as Nitta rolls opposite his direction, trying in vain to find another avenue to right himself once more. The Dragon watches intently as Nitta reaches the nearest set of ropes, and without hesitation, begins dragging himself upward, gaining inches rather than feet as he slowly finds balance and footing beneath the unequal support of the ropes - first the bottom, then at long last the middle - before he finally manages to lock his knees vertically, turning to face the dragon head up, still reeling, barely managing to stand with the support of the wall of ropes. Alecia Matthews: If you’re Tugarin Zmey, are you wondering now what it takes to put Cam Nitta away for good? Daniel Knight: No. Alecia Matthews: Are you even watching what’s happening here? Daniel Knight: Of course. If I’m Tugarin Zmey, I’m just deciding how to drop Cam Nitta next so that I can cleanly remove his head and put a stop to these foolish hopes of his. Tugarin rises to his feet, taking full height once more as Nitta stumbles sideways, barely catching himself and managing to stay upright as he lands in the crevice of the corner opposite the dragon, allowing himself to maintain a two handed grasp on either plane of the ropes. Looking to finish his prey, Tugarin takes a massive step backward, cornering himself before taking off at a frightening pace, charging toward his cornered opponent.
At a rhino’s pace, Tugarin collides, full bodied, against the barely overtaking the top rope body of Cam Nitta. Heaving himself off of his opponent, he allows Cam to stumble outward, resembling the town drunkard as he ambles toward the center of the ring. Taking off past him, Tugarin recoils off of the far set of ropes, lumbering back toward Cam and throwing up a massive boot to the face that doesn’t so much collide as it does plow through Cam’s head, dropping him like a tumbling sack of bricks.Alecia Matthews: Jesus Christ?! Daniel Knight: What do you think hurts more - the fact that I’m right, or that? Stalking back around, Tugarin drops to his knees, barely taking the effort now to place his massive hands across Nitta’s chest…
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...2… Alecia Matthews: What the hell is he doing here?! Before the official can bring his hand to the mat for the count of three, Drakz slides into the ring behind him. Whipping his WFWF World Heavyweight Championship through the air by the clasp of the strap like it were a Louisville Slugger, he smashes the belt across the top of the official’s head, laying him out in an instant before a decisive finish to the match can be called. Alecia Matthews: Dammit, Drakz!!! Drakz kicks the downed official in the midsection, forcing him toward the apron and out of the ring as he turns his attention toward the enraged Mongolian Dragon. Pacing his distance as Zmey breaks the cover of Nitta, Drakz grins maniacally, beckoning the beast to charge him as he takes to a corner. Daniel Knight: You want to play at the top, you’d better come ready for anything! Alecia Matthews: This is just uncalled for! Daniel Knight: Hey, Tugarin wanted Drakz? He got Drakz! Alecia Matthews: And what about Cam Nitta? Daniel Knight: What about him? Just as he’d lumbered down upon Nitta moments ago, the bloodthirsty Dragon charges down upon Drakz, who tucks and rolls past the massive Zmey. Snatching up his unorthodox trophy of a weapon as he regains his footing, Drakz turns just in time to see Tugarin stall before hitting the corner, turning his gaze back upon the interfering champion. Bearing down upon Drakz once more, Zmey paces his steps, not aiming to be outdone by the flagrant peak of the food chain a second time. Drakz, however, seizes upon the pacing, and without warning, swings for the fences once more, allowing the weight of his belt to catch Zmey across the temple, knocking him to a knee as he stumbles beneath the weight of the strike. Alecia Matthews: Can we get an official out here to restore some order?! With the dragon partially subdued, Drakz hauls back, driving a knee square into Tugarin’s masked face, dropping him to the mat alongside his fallen opponent as a swarm of officials comes dashing down the ramp, all too late to have any sort of impact upon the champion’s assault. Christa Adina: Ladies and gentlemen, the WFWF officials have declared this match a no-contest on account of interference! Arrogantly grinning as the crowd voices their displeasure, Drakz refuses to heed the officials’ commands to vacate the ring, instead taking the opportunity to stand between the downed contestants, raising his battle axe of a championship upon high as he basks in a deafening chorus of jeers from the capacity crowd. Alecia Matthews: This is atrocious! This is supposed to be the face of our company?! Slinging the belt over his shoulder, Drakz looks down at the two men fallen on either side of him. Smirking as he shakes his head in exaggerated disgust at the sight of Cam Nitta, he turns to his imminent challenger for the WFWF Championship, visibly chuckling before the Dragon snaps up to a seated position, his head snapping in the champion’s direction. Daniel Knight: Whoa! Alecia Matthews: Drakz should have known it’d take more than that to down a living dragon! Zmey climbs to his feet, lunging at the champion as Drakz trips over himself, and then Nitta, falling to his ass with an audible thud upon the mat, tumbling beneath the bottom rope and down to the arena floor as he scrambles to put distance between himself and the risen beast.Backstage, Lila Sleater's office is amidst chaos. Her head cocked to the right, holding her cell phone in place while she frantically types on her laptop.Lila Sleater: What Matthews said on the broadcast is false. The only reason Knight was included in the financial meeting is because - She grows more and more annoyed.Lila Sleater: Look, I made the decision; Knight is done for after tonight! That shows how "close" we really are if I wasn't afraid to fire him! I – She bites her lip, forced to listen to what the representative of the Board of Directors has to say. Lila Sleater: Yes, I’ll make sure that the replacement is taken care of and I’ll have my associates follow up with you when I meet with them in Michigan. It’s usually difficult to write an email while being on the phone but Sleater makes it look like a pro. Lila Sleater: Don’t worry about Mr. Payne. That problem will be taken care of tonight. Sleater didn’t like what the representative said since she scoffs. Lila Sleater: I kept my word, now it’s time the Board keeps theirs! You can’t - Suddenly, there’s a knock on her door. She makes a face, clearly one of annoyance. She moves the phone away from her mouth. Lila Sleater: Come in! In walks a sharp-dressed man with luscious, vibrant orange hair, wearing those pointy alligator skin boots with a pressed suit. A smile adorns his face ala The Chesire Cat, his teeth perfectly white as he observes the scene taking place in front of him. Sleater notices the man and makes a face. The orange haired man does the same. Lila Sleater: An investor? Sure, whatever, I can deal with that, but you tell the Board that after tonight, I want a little breathing room, okay? Thank you, bye. Sleater hangs up the phone and sighs, her head down with her arms stretched out across her desk. Without making eye contact, Sleater says under the breath – Lila Sleater: Who are you? The man gets closer to Sleater, still smiling. ?: I’m your Chad Kroeger, baby. No reaction from Sleater but that bold statement causes the boss to lift her head up and look at the man. Lila Sleater: Excuse me? ?: I said I’m your Chad Kroeger, baby because I’m your hero, you know, like the song? More confusion from Sleater. Lila Sleater: Look, I’ve had a long day today and not really in the mood to – ?: I’m Kris Kash, the WFWF’s new investor. Sleater makes a face now, one of shock and surprise. Lila Sleater: You’re the investor? Kris Kash: Yup, I was outside your door. I heard the whole conversation but that's not important. Judging by your reaction, you have no idea who I am and that’s a shame. That's what's important. If you don’t know, you should know that I’m the greatest wrestler of all-time. She leans back in her chair, crossing her arms as Kash begins speaking in a grandeur voice, overly expressing with his arms. Kris Kash: I’m a former world champion, successful businessman, real estate mogul and overall, great guy! I’d like to think of myself as having my beautifully manicured-finger on the pulse of what the people want to see in today’s pro wrestling, which is excellent workrate with a sports-like presentation. The WFWF has all of that but what if? The man stops mid-pose, starting directly at Sleater, not moving a muscle. There’s an awkward silence. Lila Sleater: What if? Kris Kash: What if with my money, this company could go full throttle? To the next level? Bigger and better shows, bigger budget to grow your thinning roster, bigger and better presentation, all that and more! I’m kind of a big deal so when the word gets out that Kris Kash, former UCW Champion is investing in the WFWF, that’ll bring more eyes to the product and it will help grow your social media presence, among other things. Not many respond to the company’s social media posts, do they? Not anymore anyway, right? Sleater looks away, thinking about what Kris is saying. He’s right, you know? Kris Kash: The only time the WFWF gets any traction on social media is when you make bad business decisions. As a matter of fact – Kris pulls out his phone – a green Samsung Galaxy S10 with a pop socket attached to the back…of himself. Kris Kash: As of right now, #BigLittleLies is trending worldwide at number one while #StayGold is barely being mentioned! It's not even in the top 10! That’s not good. Offended, Lila bolts out of her chair and gets right in Kris’ face. Lila Sleater: What are you saying? Kris puts her hands on Sleater’s shoulder and slowly guides her back down onto the chair. Kris Kash: Nononononono, I’m not saying that. I’m saying that – You know what Overwatch is? Sleater looks puzzled. Lila Sleater: What? Kris Kash: Overwatch. That game by Blizzard. I’m like, #1 ranked in that game but that’s beside the point – you’re like… Reinhardt, right? Lila Sleater: What? Kriss Kash: Reinhardt is what you’d call the tank – the sponge, the one that protects the group from all the damage and chaos that ensues in a match just like you protect all the employees and wrestlers of the WFWF from chaos. Just like right now. You’re the tank of the WFWF and right now in these tough times, you need a little buff. Lila Sleater: What? Kris Kash: That’s where I come in. I’m like Mercy, the wonderful…and beautiful healer that gives the tank a little more….umph. I’m going to give you and the company a lot of umph….with my investment, of course. Kris starts to run his fingers through Sleater’s hair but she shoves him back! Lila Sleater: Look, I don’t care who you are or why you’re here! As far as I’m concerned, I’m in charge here! Kris Kash: Of course. I’m not here to tell you how to do your job. You’re the boss. I’m just here to observe and make sure that my money is being spent properly, that’s it. Think of me as a fly on the wall. Kris adjusts his suit, straightening his checkered tie that’s worth more than Sleater’s house. Kris Kash: A sexy and very attractive fly. Sleater rolls her eyes, facepalming. She takes a seat on her chair, running her fingertips across her forehead. Kris Kash: I know my presence right now is extremely overwhelming right now and on top of that, you're running a show so I should go, for your own sake. Sleater stays seated but Kris puts his hands on her shoulder, so she won’t sit up. Even though she wasn’t.
Lila Sleater: Okay? Kash winks at Sleater as he turns around - and struts out of her office. Sleater looks puzzled and confused before resting her head on the desk. Suddenly her phone rings as she groans. Sleater sees who it is and rolls her eyes. Before answering, she looks into the camera – Lila Sleater: Can you please excuse me? The cameraman then takes a few steps backwards before leaving Sleater alone in her office as we cut back to ringside.
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"Far From Over” by Frank Stallone hits the PA system as the fans rise to their feet to see the man of many titles, and the man who made a bombshell announcement at SuperBrawl, Cameron Stone, saunter to the ring to deafening “WELCOME BACK” chants from the fans.Alecia Matthews: At SuperBrawl, before the WFWF Vanguard Championship match, Stone made a MASSIVE announcement, which he’s here tonight to make good on. Daniel Knight: Hopefully this leads to an early retirement…from life. Alecia Matthews: You’re one to talk. Stone somewhat gingerly climbs the steps and grabs a microphone from Christa as he enters the squared circle, all eyes on him, a grin that could kill on his face. Cameron Stone: Daddy’s home. Giant pop! Cameron Stone: SuperBrawl X will be a night I will never forget. Not because of the sheer brutality, or the fact that Michael Kyzer was forced into retirement…finally…but rather because, well, a major lawsuit was ruled in MY favor. My firing and subsequent banning from WFWF by Lila Sleater was deemed illegal by the courts…who knew you Americans could make a good choice…and as a result, I AM BACK IN THE WFWF…with a few provisions. The crowd is starting to stir with anticipation of what’s coming next. Cameron Stone: FIRST! I have a restructured contract with the WFWF now. And in that contract, that means I get to face WHOEVER I want WHEREVER I want, WHENEVER I want. The crowd is about to lose their lids... Cameron Stone: …HOWEVER I WANT! And that’s the straw that sends them into a frenzy!Cameron Stone: So it got me to thinking! I’m an old hand in the WFWF. I’m not past my prime, but I’ve been around long enough, and because of my time in Hollywood, that when people turn the channel and see me, they stay tuned in. And I wouldn’t have achieved that fame if it weren’t for my roots here. So what better way to have my first match back in WFWF than an OPEN CHALLENGE FOR WFWF GOES TO HELL! Alecia Matthews: I can’t wait to see who answers the call! We all know Hell is going to be a show with no rules, all stips…what does Cam have up his sleeve? Daniel Knight: Hopefully a knife to sli… Alecia Matthews: Shut up. Cameron Stone: SO I ask anyone in the back. ANY. SINGLE. PERSON. Who wants to make themselves famous by going one on one with the GREATEST Canadian export in HISTORY and go to HELL with me?! Out go the lights. Alecia Matthews: HERE WE GO! Daniel Knight: I hope Robert William Pickton broke out of prison. The lights go out and red, white, blue, and green lights circle around the arena as the opening notes of "Becoming the Bull" by Atreyu start playing over the PA speakers. The crowd erupts with a chorus of cheers as a silhouette of a man walks out in stage with a long trench coat and a hood over his head. As the vocalist screams "Come On!" The bright lights flip back on as the silhouetted man rips his hood off to reveal multiple different paint designs across his whole face and neck. His colorful hair falling wildly behind him, he jumps with the beat of the music as he's feeding off the crowds energy. Alecia Matthews: IT’S DEVILKILLER! Daniel Knight: Cameron Stone vs. DevilKiller? That match is sure to put asses in seats. Devilkiller goes and gives high fives to everyone he can in the front row. He gets to the stairs and looks around in amazement at the WFWF universe before running up the stairs and springboarding over the top rope. He climbs the corner turn buckle and makes his fingers look like a gun and puts it under his chin, jumping off as he pretends to shoot it and landing on his feet. He happily struts to the corner and grabs a microphone.
Devilkiller: I'm here. DK stands toe to toe with Cameron Stone. Cameron Stone: Hey DK. I know you’re all happy to be back in the WFWF and everything, same as me. And I know your match is next. But you jumped the shark. I was waiting for someone to present me a challenge. Devilkiller: I think you missed the point, Stone. I. Accept. Cameron Stone: And I think you missed the point, kid. I said I was waiting for a challenge. The crowd collectively lets out an OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH! remark.
DevilKiller is laughing!Devilkiller: Ain’t that cute? In case you missed it, I PINNED the former WFWF Champion at SuperBrawl. All you did was make an announcement and get tossed into tacs. Cameron Stone: Oh, no. I saw. You beat a fluke champion. Come back to me when you’ve pinned Drakz 1-2-3. Devilkiller smiles and looks away before staring a hole dead through Stone. Devilkiller: Anything you want, no matter what you have planned…I’ll gladly meet you in HELL and knock you down a peg. Hell, I may even send you back to Hollywood early. Daniel Knight: It's not Robert William Pickton but that'll do, I guess. Alecia Matthews: Shut up. Camerson Stone: Is that so? DK nods his head.
Cameron Stone: A’ight. You’re got yourself a match. Lemme ask you something, Jersey Boy. You any good with a bullrope? DK tilts his head.Cameron Stone: Well, for your sake I hope so. Because we’re both gonna be tied to one. A little bit of Texas is coming to HELL, as you’re getting tied to me in a Texas Bullrope Match! DK nods his head.Devilkiller: So that’s your choice, huh? Cameron Stone: It is. Devilkiller: Then I guess it’s time to choke a dope with his own bullrope. Cameron Stone: It’s official. POP!
“Far From Over” plays as Stone tosses his microphone at DK and rolls underneath the bottom rope and walks to the side of the stage, leaving DK in the ring. Aleccia Matthews: Two of the greatest National Champions in HISTORY going at it in a BULLROPE MATCH?! I’m excited to see that first h… “You Only Live Once” by Suicide Silene hits the PA system to arguably the loudest boo you’ll ever hear in a post SuperBrawl show ever as the lights go out again.
Music begins to play starting with a guitar solo leading to the inclusion of drums and climaxing in an immense wail from the lead singer. The second the vocals hit the arena is bombarded with a sea of extreme flashing lights. The colors are a blur at first. The lights trigger Needles entrance to the stage where he is met with severe boos and met with a reception of 'expletives.Christa Adina: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and it is the main event of the evening! In the ring, from Jersey City, NJ, weighing in at two hundred and seventy pounds..... Devilkiller! And making his way to the ring, from Glasgow, Scotland, weighing in at two hundred and twenty-five pounds…Ryan "Needles" Payne! Needles, two baseball bats slung over his shoulders, starts making his way down to the ring with a swagger only he can create. Daniel Knight: And here is the man who FINALLY put an end to the sunshine and rainbows that WAS Mesh at SuperBrawl X! Adding insult to injury, AFTER Mesh lost her WFWF Vanguard Championship, she had her brains beaten in with those same two bats Needles so proudly carries over his shoulders right now! Alecia Matthews: I can’t believe the violence shown by Needles at SuperBrawl. The malice. And more over, YOUR involvement. Daniel Knight: What can I say? I’ve got a knack for this. Needles arrives at the ring and sets his baseball bats down on the floor below. As he is about to climb into the ring however, the lights go out and Needles gets BLASTED on the outside upside his head!
Alecia Matthews: What's happening?! When the lights come back on... Alecia Matthews: IT’S ANNA AHRIMAN! Daniel Knight: DAMMIT! Anna rips the Vanguard Championship from around her waist and starts pelting Needles over and over and over in the back with the leather and metal combination, drawing blood before she tosses the title to the side. She reaches into her top and pulls out a little bullet sized metal object, pulls a pin and tosses it into the air, the object turning into a full blown staff!Alecia Matthews: A BO STAFF! SO THAT’S HOW SHE’S GETTING AROUND SAKABATO! You hear some shuffling on the microphone. In the ring, Devilkiller watches the action unfold with a smile and a round of applause. Every time the staff connects to Needles’ back, a VERY audible YES chant comes from the crowd. From the side, however, Anna and Devilkiller do not notice until it is too late. Anna is blasted in the back with a steel chair by Daniel Knight! Anna drops the Bo Staff in pain, which gives Needles enough time to recuperate and join in the assault, Knight and Needles stomping away at Anna! Alecia Matthews: SOMEBODY HELP HER! As if on cue, Daniel Knight falls to the ground, getting popped with a baseball slide by Devilkiller! He’s seen enough of the 2-1 assault. he slides out of the ring and locks up with Needles, the two behemoths trading haymakers until Knight grabs at DK’s feet. Off the apron comes Anna Ahriman with an axe-handle smash, but Needles ducks out of the way!
In one fluid movement, Anna turns and kicks Knight in the jaw, turning her attention back to Needles, Devilkiller now freed. DK tries to grab ahold of Needles, but just barely out of reach. Needles starts making a run for it up the stage when “Far From Over” hits the PA system AGAIN! From the side of the entranceway he left earlier, Cameron Stone is standing with a hockey stick draped over his shoulders! Needles backs up and starts running to the right when “Anthem of the Space” by Acid Mothers Temple hits the PA system! Out comes the WFWF International Champion FRANK LYNN! By his side, Daphne, steel chair in hand! Alecia Matthews: NOWHERE TO RUN, NEEDLES! Needles goes to hop over the barricade to the left when “Gimme Chocolate” by Babymetal blares and standing directly in Needles’ path is BILLY BROOM! WITH A MOP! Needles makes a run for the other barricade and leapfrogs over, no music playing this time. He’s safe. The crowd boos, but they look on to the ring where Devilkiller is holding Daniel Knight by the throat against the turnbuckle, Anna sitting on the other, title over her shoulder, microphone in her hand.
Anna Ahriman: HEY RYAN! I think you’ve got a few people who’d like to have a few words with you regarding your actions at SuperBrawl. Needles is running up the stairs and FAR away from the calvary.
Anna Ahriman: But too bad for you. And too bad for them. Because I already spoke with Lila Sleater. I GET FIRST DIBS YOU WEASEL MOTHERF*CKER! AND YOU WON’T BE ABLE TO RUN AWAY, BECAUSE YOU’RE MEETING ME IN HELL…IN HELL IN A CELL! The fans lose their sh*t as Needles stops running and points down to the ring and starts jawjacking at Anna. But nothing he says or does can change what’s about to happen next. Devilkiller kicks Daniel Knight in the gut and Irish Whips him into Anna’s corner, who jumps off the top rope and blasts Knight in the face with the WVWV Fanguard Championship! Knight is down! But not for long. Devilkiller picks Daniel Knight up off of the mat and signals for Anna to go back up. She obliges. Up in the Torture Rack position goes Daniel Knight, and Anna Ahriman leaps off of the top rope as Devilkiller swings Daniel Knight around, a TAG TEAM DEVIL’S COFFIN! The crowd is chanting YES over and over again as the camera feeding the Tunatron pans to Cameron Stone. Then Daphne. Then Billy Broom. Then Frank Lynn. Then Devilkiller. Then Anna Ahriman. Then a downed, for good, Daniel Knight. Anna mounts Knight’s back and drives her forearm into the back of his neck as she lays down, very content with the work having been done, staring up into the crowd at Needles, all alone, now having to walk into HELL…in a Cell.
Alecia Matthews: Daniel Knight got what was coming to him after what he did to Mesh and look where it got him? Where's your buddy now, Daniel? THAT WAS AWESOME! *clap, clap, clap, clap, clap*
THAT WAS AWESOME! *clap, clap, clap, clap, clap*
THAT WAS AWESOME! *clap, clap, clap, clap, clap*
THAT WAS AWESOME! *clap, clap, clap, clap, clap*
Alecia Matthews: You're damn right this is awesome! Mesh girl, I hope you're watching this! WFWF officials make their way down to the ring to check on the unconscious announcer. The crowd boos! Knight winces in pain, close to tears as he's helped up by the officials. The crowd, having a sense of humor begin to sing in unison -NA NA NA NA!NA NA NA NA!HEY HEY HEY!GOODBYE!NA NA NA NA!NA NA NA NA!HEY HEY HEY!GOODBYE!The officials slowly escort Knight out of the arena before they stop at the very top of the stage. The crowd continues to sing along when Knight manages to raise his hand and flip off the BOK Center but the crowd got what they wanted - Knight beat up, in pain and most of all, gone.His middle finger stays raised as he's taken to the back and presumably out of the arena, never to be seen again.Alecia Matthews: We’re back after security cleared up the mess that was the end of our last match between Needles and Devilkiller. Actually, I’m back but Daniel not quite so much. We may have seen the last of him. Certainly we have heard the last of his voice on commentary. Good riddance! The lights dim and the familiar sonic screams of “Anthem of the Space” blare out over the arena sound system. The crowd roars as Frank Lynn and Daphne Velasquez step out onto the stage, both in street clothes with the International Championship belt slung over Frank’s shoulder. They’re all smiles as they make their way to the ring exchanging high fives with an exuberant and appreciative crowd. Alecia Matthews: There is a very real sense of suspense as everyone believes Frank isn’t here just to celebrate his victory at SuperBrawl. The fans expect to find out who’s next to challenge the fighting champion. Frank holds the ropes for Daphne as she slinks her way into the ring, then Frank follows her striding confidently to the center of the ring and holding the title belt over his head. Daphne pulls a microphone out of her jacket and hands it to Frank. He waits for the crowd to quiet down some as the cheers would drown out anything he said. He enjoys the moment, basking in the support of the fans. Finally, it quiets enough for him to speak. Frank Lynn: Before I start talking about myself and the International championship, I have to first express my gratitude to Anna Ahriman and Ryan “Needles” Payne. The crowd goes silent, wondering why the hell Frank would be thanking either of them for anything they did. Frank Lynn: They managed to do in one night what I couldn’t do in almost a year of crusading as part of the Revolution. Because of their obsession with knives and swords, Lila and the Board of Directors were forced to finally make a change for the better. I fully support the new no bladed weapons rule and sincerely hope that it is one day extended to include other weapons that are just as dangerous… like perhaps baseball bats wrapped in barbwire. The crowd gives a mild cheer, obviously not feeling Frank’s sentiments quite as strongly as he does. It would appear some of the WFWF fans actually like murder porn. Frank Lynn: Now to the business at hand. The name of this show is Stay Gold. I like it. That is exactly what I did at SuperBrawl when I beat Ante Whitner and Tyler Draven in the triple threat ladder match. But the fans at home didn’t get to see the whole story as the production monkeys were so morbidly fascinated with Mesh being shoved into an ambulance and the Broom family drama that they cut away with the last shot being me on my ass just barely touching my belt. That’s not how it ended folks so I’m going to perform a public service and let you see the rest of what went down in the ring. Frank Lynn: And that’s the image I want you all to remember when you think of Frank Lynn and SuperBrawl! I have expunged the memory of being tied up in the ropes looking up helplessly as Ante Whitner held the Golden Opportunity briefcase. My SuperBrawl nightmare has become a SuperBrawl fantasy complete with the ultimate happy ending. Daphne’s eyebrows shoot up and a good portion of the audience snickers at Frank’s poor choice of words but he goes on oblivious to the double entendre he accidentally used. Frank Lynn: I showed that I am the lethal weapon… the fighting champion… the new constant of the WFWF… I AM YOUR UNDISPUTED WFWF INTERNATIONAL CHAMPION!Another roar from the crowd. Frank’s popularity has reached a fever peak. Frank Lynn: Now that I have dealt with Ante and Tyler that leaves me at a crossroads. Check the calendar people. I’m fast approaching the record for longest International Championship reign. I will pass David Brennan’s 471 day reign soon. Then there is only the 519 day reign of the “legendary” Thunder. Alecia Matthews: Do I detect some sarcasm in Frank referring to Thunder as “legendary”? Frank Lynn: I feel that it is my destiny to break the record and become the greatest International Champion of all time. I also feel that it is my destiny to take the next step… to become WFWF World Heavyweight Champion. Let Tugarin Zmey and Drakz handle their business while I break the record, then the winner better watch out because I will be coming for the champ. I hope it’s Drakz because the new constant of the WFWF should be the one to end the old constant but I have yet to defeat Tugarin Zmey so I would welcome that challenge too. The crowd roars yet again, chants for “Dragon” and “Drakz” starting up as the crowd seems split on who they think will be the champion after their sure to be epic encounter. Frank Lynn: Now how exactly do I go about breaking the record? Let’s be honest, there isn’t anybody who is at my level and interested in a match. I just sent Ante and Tyler to the back of the line. Drakz and Zmey have each other on their minds. Anna Ahriman should be concentrating on defending her Vanguard title. Mesh is unfortunately out of action. Who’s left? Frank pauses to let the crowd stew, people murmuring various names but they all realize Frank is speaking the truth. There is no legit contender to his title. Frank Lynn: Nobody! It’s a damn shame that there isn’t a serious contender. I’d love to give David Brennan the match he deserves after the farces that were our so called matches at the International Gauntlet and Back to Basics but he’s retired and apparently happily so. Not a peep out of him since he was last seen getting pinned by Drakz in the triple threat match that cost him the World Heavyweight Championship and brought to an abrupt end the era of the DB F’N WF. A mild “DB F’N WF” chant can be heard. Frank Lynn: It’s a damn shame that Phillip Schneider is also in hiding, probably passed out in some Singapore opium den with several cheap hookers at his side, as I’d like nothing better than to FINALLY get my payback for when he strung me up like a side of beef. The crowd laughs at Frank’s insult, although most who are familiar with Phillip Schneider don’t doubt that it’s an accurate description of his current state. Frank Lynn: So there you have it. There is nobody at my level who wants a piece of this. Frank strokes the title belt slung over his shoulder. Alecia Matthews: Frank certainly loves his championship belt. I wouldn’t be surprised if he started to refer to it as “my precious”. Frank Lynn: I guess I’ll just sit in the locker room without a title match waiting for one of the rookies or returning veterans to step up and earn a shot, backing my way into becoming the longest reigning International Champion in WFWF history. It’s not how I would prefer to break the record but the fighting champion can only fight if he has an opponent. You might as well start congratulating me now because the record is already mine! And congratulate him the crowd does with another roar of support. Alecia Matthews: That was anti-climactic. Did we really wait all night just to hear the fighting champion tell us there’s no one left for him to fight? With a burst of noise, the Tunatron turns to static. A moment later, an image does appear on the screen. The back of a person's head stands in front of a dark backdrop. He turns his head slightly to one side as he begins to speak. ??: You rang? The figure turns around, and the unmistakable tailored suit gives him away even before the hair and face does. The crowd volume slowly rises to a bigger roar, and Thunder smirks at the reaction. Alecia Matthews: Oh my god! Thunder: Pardon the interruption. It appears I've become a bit of a conversation topic, so I couldn't help but chime in. Frank, I'd like to congratulate you on a historic International Championship reign. Oh, pardon me. Nearly historic. After all, you're still not quite at my recording breaking reign yet. And I have to say, I was as interested as everyone else to find out who the next challenger for your title would be, the person who would test if you could break the record. But nobody stepped up. And you know, I'm just as disappointed as you are. I think it would be a damn shame if you waltzed over to my record without having to beat somebody for it. Alecia Matthews: He can't possibly be implying what I think he is, right? The crowd sure seems to think so. The murmur going through the crowd is either in response to that, or a fight going on in the upper deck. But probably the statement by Thunder. Thunder: So let me ask you a question, Frank. Would you really feel comfortable calling yourself the greatest International Champion of all time without one last great challenge? Without the definitive challenge? Don't get me wrong, you've face a lot of great competition in your run. But the way I see it, unless you topple the legend behind the longest reign, you'll still just be a respectable second. If you want to prove you're the greatest, I think you should try to beat the greatest. Alecia Matthews: Okay, he's definitely implying that. Thunder: I care way too much about that title and it's legacy to let you just walk into beating my record. So if want some competition, you're looking at it. It's a simple situation. If you want to break that record and feel like you're truly the man, all you've got to do is beat me. Two men enter, one man leaves with the title and the record. The ball is in your court now. I'm offering you exactly what you want. And I suggest that you take it, since everyone will know you were just afraid of me if you back out. I hope to see you in Hell. Oh, and shine that belt up for me. After a quick wave, there's another burst of static and the Tunatron is left black once again. Frank Lynn stoically watched and listened while the blast from the past named Thunder made his return. Now that it is apparently over, he slowly lifts the microphone up towards his mouth. Frank Lynn: Well well well… look at what the cat dragged in. The soon to be former record holder Thunder. We can talk later about how historic your record 519 day reign really was and debate over who backed into what. The crowd is rapidly getting worked into a fever pitch at the prospect of Frank Lynn versus Thunder, a clash of two of the greatest International Champions in WFWF history. Frank Lynn: Just this once I’ll forget that Thunder hasn’t done jack bleeping sh*t to earn a title match. I’d like nothing better than to cement my place as the longest reigning International Champion by beating the former record holder. In other words Thunder, the fighting champion isn’t backing down. You want a fight in Hell, you’ll get one. I accept your challenge! The crowd can’t contain itself. Their cheers shake the arena. Alecia Matthews: And now we have a main event for the ages at The WFWF Goes to Hell. Frank Lynn defends the International Championship against Thunder with not only the title on the line but also a place in the WFWF history books. Clear your schedule because it’s going to be a great show. Frank and Daphne stay in the ring as the house lights come up and fans start to make their way to the exits. Fade to black and cue the WFWF Goes to Hell graphic…It’s been a long time,
it’s been a long time,
it’s been a long time
since I’ve been home! Alecia Matthews: Oh...my...GOD!!!The Tulsa crowd erupts with such fervor that it threatens to shake the video board hanging above the ring from its strappings. Though it’s been several years, neither they, nor the astute Alecia Matthews at ringside, nor Frank Lynn - as indicated by the sudden widening of his eyes at the sudden sound of the raucous drinking anthem - have forgotten whose arrival was once heralded by those four lines. Alecia Matthews: DAVID BRENNAN HAS ARRIVED AT STAY GOLD!!! Skipping the opportunity to bask in the ill-placed hero’s welcome, David Brennan storms out from behind the curtain, stomping down the ramp toward the ring and Frank Lynn, looking as though he’d just walked in off the street. In the ring, Frank Lynn tosses the International Championship to Daphne, motions for her to leave the ring, and drops into a poised fighting stance, fully aware of the need to be on his toes, should Brennan choose - as it appears he will - to make his way into the ring. Alecia Matthews: Holy sh*t! Is he really here? YES HE IS! David Brennan has unfinished business with Frank Lynn dating back to the very start of his culminating journey at SuperBrawl! David f’n Brennan is out for vengeance! Approaching the ringside area, Brennan breaks stride only to finish a prolonged swig off of the twenty-four ounce can of This Land in his left hand, tossing the newly emptied canister into the crowd to afford some lucky fan the most unique of WFWF souvenirs. With his hands freed, Brennan wastes no time in sliding into the ring, where Lynn is standing by, beckoning his actions. Alecia Matthews: It’s been over a year since these two behemoths last met face to face, and we may just be in for the staredown of the - OH MY GOD!!! Without even bothering to bring himself upright, Brennan double-legs Lynn right from the slide, climbing to his feet only once the fighter he’s come to meet is firmly planted on his back. Stepping up, over his downed opponent, Brennan makes for the opposite end of the ring, purposely stomping down squarely upon Lynn’s face with the sole of his size thirteen as he passes by, eliciting a collecting groan of pain from the capacity crowd. Alecia Matthews: He may have just shattered his nose!!! That was done with malicious intent!!! Wasting no time with pandering to the crowd, Brennan drags Lynn to his feet, scooping him up from between his legs, tossing him prone, Lynn’s back slung across Brennan’s shoulders. Alecia Matthews: Somebody get out here and put a stop to this!!! In his first show of expression that deviates from scorn since arriving, Brennan flashes a grinning smirk as he pauses before tossing Lynn’s lower end over his head, guiding the fighter’s skull in place as he lifts his knee, smashing the joint into Lynn’s face as he comes crashing down to the mat.Alecia Matthews: Thank God I think it’s stopped!!! Breaking his focus, Brennan calls for a mic, turning back to face his fallen adversary as the crowd comes to a muted hush, waiting to hear what Brennan has to say for himself. David Brennan: Now we’re even, assh*le. I’ll see you in Hell! Dropping the mic as his music cues, Brennan once again skips the fanfare, climbing between the ropes and down to the arena floor, making a directed and intent exit up the ramp as Frank Lynn is left lying in the ring, a veritable sitting duck for what’s evidently yet to come. Alecia Matthews: First Thunder and now David F’n Brennan. It looks like International Champion Frank Lynn has all the challengers he could possibly want and we have one hell of a main event for The WFWF Goes to Hell! You do not want to miss it! There is an odd pause as Daphne waits for Daniel to chime in with his usual parting words only to remember that Daniel isn’t beside her anymore. Alecia Matthews: For Daniel Knight, thankfully for the last time, and myself… thanks for watching Stay Gold and to borrow from David Brennan, we’ll see you in Hell! The show fades to black on an image of Daphne rushing to the aid of the fallen Frank Lynn and staring daggers of pure hate in the departed David Brennan’s direction.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 21, 2019 22:25:53 GMT -5
Here it is - Stay Gold. This might be my favorite show since being made co-owner. I know it took a while to get posted and since WFigs likes to double space EVERYTHING, I had to go through everything twice so it's formatted and such nicely. I'm pretty sure that the show font gets darker per response unless it's my perfectionism messing with me, sorry about that if it's the case. Big ups to King Richius , Drakz , hazarrd , Johnny Mason and bad guy™ for their segments. Big ups to Devilkiller , bad guy™ and especially Deep Figure Value for writing the matches. Special shoutout to King Richius for the show graphics. I hope everyone enjoys this show. Next up, we're all going to Hell..........Michigan! Prepare yourselves, it's a long way down.......
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hazarrd
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not dead yet
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Post by hazarrd on Jul 21, 2019 22:42:26 GMT -5
I'm not going to lie, I probably refreshed this page every like half hour, just to see if the next part of the results got uploaded, amazing show all round by everyone involved
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Post by Kyzer on Jul 22, 2019 1:42:19 GMT -5
I enjoyed most of the show. The stuff with Knight didn't really do anything for me since he isn't actually represented by anyone here but everything else was good. Good work to everyone involved. My lack of involvement is still frustrating to me.
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Post by King Richius on Jul 22, 2019 1:54:57 GMT -5
Let's not forget Deep Figure Value and Thunder as contributors. They each wrote their part of the Frank Lynn segment. Good show, a little too Daniel Knight centric at times for my tastes but otherwise some good stories moving forward. Let me be the first to chime in: David f'n Brennan is back! And he's after me. Uh oh.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 22, 2019 7:58:31 GMT -5
S**t, you're right. I'm sorry.
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Post by Drakz on Jul 22, 2019 10:56:21 GMT -5
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Post by bad guy™ on Jul 22, 2019 16:55:31 GMT -5
I enjoyed most of the show. The stuff with Knight didn't really do anything for me since he isn't actually represented by anyone here but everything else was good. Good work to everyone involved. My lack of involvement is still frustrating to me. @ballparkb0b will 100% take the blame on the Knight thing. I don't think it was too terrible, but that may be because I'm involved with the storyline. But I can see it putting people not involved off a bit or at least not being all that interesting. But it works because we'll get a new commentator next show that King Richius promises to be much better. I like the idea he has, but jury is out till we see how he's written. EDIT: And craphappens man. I know you're your own toughest critic but you had a body part explode inside you. It's not like everyone, or anyone, expected anything insane from you given your circumstance once you told us why you were AWOL. I know Nitta doesn't mind...granted he no showed, but that was him forgetting the deadline whereas you were on a cold slab. Difference.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 22, 2019 17:05:54 GMT -5
In response to the Knight thing, when there aren't many segments sent to me for a show, I struggle with transitions and such without breaking the flow of the show. That's why there was so much Daniel Knight in-between matches because I didn't have too much to work with.
I wanted to make Knight as obnoxious as possible throughout the show so by the time we get to the main event when he gets buried, it'll be, "Finally! Thank you!", that sort of thing.
Any advice past owners can give me about transitions when there aren't many segments planned or sent is greatly appreciated.
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Post by Deep Figure Value on Jul 22, 2019 17:30:06 GMT -5
I made one decision before the other. I'm pondering an idea that will allow me to step off of myself before too much damage is done. "In life, it's not about how often you step on your own d*ck. It's about how quickly you can take your foot off."
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Devilkiller
Main Eventer
WFWF. Go see about it.
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Post by Devilkiller on Jul 22, 2019 21:40:52 GMT -5
I'm glad for this show. Now with BRENNAN back in the fold, maybe more advice for guys like me stuck somewhere between horrible and decent. Think that's plausible Deep Figure Value ?
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Post by King Richius on Jul 22, 2019 23:07:28 GMT -5
I'm glad for this show. Now with BRENNAN back in the fold, maybe more advice for guys like me stuck somewhere between horrible and decent. Think that's plausible Deep Figure Value ? "Don't suck." But seriously, he offers up some damn good advice in every read and reply he does for the RPs. Sure helped me overcome a few roadblocks in my writing.
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Post by Deep Figure Value on Jul 23, 2019 4:58:11 GMT -5
I'm glad for this show. Now with BRENNAN back in the fold, maybe more advice for guys like me stuck somewhere between horrible and decent. Think that's plausible Deep Figure Value ? I gave you more feedback this show than any other RP
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