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Post by Swarm on Apr 18, 2008 1:43:52 GMT -5
The opening video for WFWF Loaded begins to play, highlighting the top stars of the WFWF. However after a few moments, it begins to scratch in and out, finally being replaced with the following.
[/color][/size] ”Worship your false prophets. Worship them until you see through each and every one of their lies, to the point that you’re actually maiming yourselves, weeding out the weak from the pack of sheep that you are, then come to me. I am the God your God’s worship.”[/size][/color][/i] This cryptic message appears on the TV screen, slowly sliding off the screen and replaced with a strand of barbed wire. This slowly morphs, twisting, adjoining itself into 2 O’s, a B separating the two. This leads into the opening cords “Dead is the New Alive” [Manipulator Mix] by Emilie Autumn; scenes of violence flashing with it. Obo throws Reverend Shadow into the barbed wire ropes as the first chorus hits. With this, a quick scene of Obo throwing Wayne McGurk off a ridiculously high scaffold hits over the big screen before fading away, quickly replaced with a scene of a vicious Yakuza kick as the song echoes through the arena. Finally the vocals of the song begin and Obo makes his way through the curtain. Loosely dangling off his body is a sleeveless anarchy symbol t-shirt.[/color][/size] Matthew Werner: Well, this wasn't on the format sheet but I guess we're getting started! This is Matthew Werner alongside Matt Steel, and I suppose Obo has something to say. Matt Steel: Sup? Obo makes his way down the ramp and slides in under the bottom rope, hoping back to his feet and climbing to the second rope for a pose as Dead Is the New Alive cuts off. Obo slides off and quickly stretches, tossing his t-shirt aside. Obo requests a microphone[/color][/size] Obo:[/size][/color] Week in, week out, I’ve got these bullcrap excuses as to why I am not receiving my title rematch. EBR beat a bunch of no bodies in a battle royal.. Proper TV time has to be given to the Superbrawl main event.. Thunder isn’t champion any more.. Yukio has three wishes.. Flamez’s brother got exploded so we kinda owe it to him.. This is enough! I’ve had it! We’re not doing this three way dance crap, I’m taking my title match, one on one. And to do so.. I eliminate the other supposed challenger.. “Cult of Personality” by Living Colour begins to play. As the cash register sound ends and the music begins, Thunder walks towards the ring. He quickly reaches the ring steps, and enters as Thames hands him a Mic.[/color][/size] Matt Steel: Oh snap, this is about to get crazy intense. Thunder:[/size][/color] Obo, if you want to go one ... on ONE ... WITH Thunder, then all you have to do is ask. You can stop running your mouth and flapping your gums and man up. I deserve the Heavyweight Title more than you, and that's not fiction; that's fact. Obo:[/size][/color] Yeah? Thunder.. You lost. Get over it. In the last month, where you’ve lost, lost, and lost more.. What have I done? I’ve beaten you in a tag match.. I owned that punk little bitch Trent Draven to the poin the questioned his own beliefs and hopefully killed himself again.. I won a championship and lost it without ever losing a match.. Thunder.. Look into my eyes mother  er.. I am it.. I’m the destiny.. Had it not been for the piece of dog crap and a literal burning hammer, you would have never beaten me to start with. Thunder:[/size][/color] Well OBO, it appears to me that's there's only one way to settle this. Come next week it's the fight to end all fights, put up or shut up time. OBO vs. Thunder live ... on Loaded!! And when it's all said and done, Thunder WILL strike. BANK on it!! Obo:[/size][/color] Then next week, live on Loaded.. Why don’t you man up? Look into my eyes mother f*cker.. I am in it to win it.. Matthew Werner: Good lord, what a main event we have for next week! Matt Steel: This should definitely make up for this week's lackluster card. Matthew Werner: I wouldn't get my hopes up, Matt. “Dead is the New Alive” [Manipulator Mix] by Emilie Autumn begins to play as both men lock into a staredown. We're then brought backstage, specifically where the underground parking lot meets the building. After only a few short moments we find Alex Sean, entering the building dressed in a suit. As he enter his hurried pace is interrupted by DGX, who we find leaning against a wall with a smirk on his face.DGX: Well look at you, all spiffed up. You heading to a wake or something friend? Alex Sean: You're not entirely casual yourself. DGX: It's the way of the world Alex, at the least the world according to Los Angeles. So I think we both know what is happening tonight, I'm just here to make sure we're on roughly the same line of the same script. Alex Sean: You've been living in California too long, D. You're starting to talk like them. Then again, I suppose a film star like yourself would have to pick up at least some of the dialect. Sean seems to put an emphasis on the dry, sarcastic tone of the words "film star" in his sentence. However if you looked at DGX, it would almost seem to go unnoticed.DGX: I suppose I havn't been around the little people in a long while. My apologies I'll try and bring my lexicon back to something relateable. I neither know nor care your reason for being back in the WFWF, but I have my own as well and I'd wagor both of our agendas are not furthered by our terminations. That about cover it? DGX arcs an eyebrow at Alex as he seems to have completely missed the fact that referring to someone as a "little person" could be conceived of as insulting.Alex Sean: I have no intention of leaving the WFWF. DGX: That we're agreed as to what happens tonight. Look Alex, history aside it's never been personal merely business. We're businessmen, so it's a very simple equation, we go out, we do what we have to do, and we do good business. Alex Sean: You sound like someone waiting for a knife in his back. I guess I would too if I were in your position. DGX: I'm always waiting for the knife Alex. From anyone, that's one plus I had going into Hollywood. The business taught me well, these fans, people you run with, when it all boils down there is only one person at the end of the day I completely trust and that man is me. If you feel a turn is the best business decision for yourself I respect that... D gets a smirk and leans forward, almost leering.DGX: But I would caution you to take into account and remember how I do business. Now, I'm sure I'll see you out there. DGX confidently walks on, leaving Sean to stare him down as we fade to commercial.[/Center] |
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Post by Swarm on Apr 18, 2008 1:44:11 GMT -5
The light's go out, smoke engulfs the titan tron. A loud mischievous scream hit's the PA system. Bleeding Mascara by: Atreyu begins to play as Meg walks out onto the ramp, head held high. The guitars pick up as Meg raises her head. Raising her arms ignoring the fans boo's as she climbs into the ring, using the bottom rope. She doesn't waste anytime trying to hype up the fans reactions. Instead she waits in the ring warming up for The Dead Idol.
[/color][/size] Matthew Werner:[/size] And here we are, Meg verses Dead Idol. This one’s gonna get extreme! Or something along those lines. Hopefully. Matt Steel:[/size] Not as extreme as if it took place in the XWA. The “x” stood for “xtreme”. Without the “e” it looks cuter, or something. "Dead Lover's Lane" by HIM hits and Dead Idol makes his way through the curtain. Selective portions of the crowd give a mixed reaction to this "veteran" and WFWF of the ring, most simple unsure of exactly he is, despite his long standing status. He casually walks to the ring with a trash can full of plunder in hand, rolling under the bottom rope and going to the corner, plopping down and stretching to the middle rope with his arms. [/color][/size] Matthew Werner:[/size] Say; this is a Hardcore Title match involving a Hall of Famer. Bizarre it’s the first match. Matt Steel:[/size] And on a show with relatively no star power. Matthew Werner:[/size] You just put down everyone on this weeks card. Matt Steel:[/size] I didn’t name names. But like, Eraser? Christian Shields? Matthew Werner:[/size] Mean. Referee I.P. Freely in to tell both participants the little rules as the bell sounds, officially beginning this WFWF Hardcore title match. Dead idol immediately goes to the weapons, tossing his entire can of weaponry at Meg. Meg is able to avoid the weapons and they go crashing down. Meg to the can and she comes out with a broom in hand. High swing with the broom, but Idol ducks. Meg goes low with the broom, but Idol jumps over it.[/color][/size] Matt Steel:[/size] The “Matrix” was a good movie. Idol to the can and he grabs a cookie sheet, walloping Meg over the head with it.[/color][/size] Matt Steel:[/size] Dead Idol sending a message to Meg which is evidently “you should be in the kitchen using this.” Meg down to one knee, Idol grabs a skate board out of the trash can and runs into the far ropes. He comes back and jumps, putting the skate board to his feet and hitting a modified dropkick with the skateboard.[/color][/size] Matthew Werner:[/size] Innovative and effective move by Dead Idol! Meg looks hurts. Matt Steel:[/size] Kicking a skateboard into someone’s face generally does that, yes. Idol back to the weapons. He comes out with a street sign, but is met with a shot right to the mid section from the broom from Meg. Meg drops the broom and grabs the street sign, drilling him with that as well. Meg goes to the can and empties all the plunder. Not finding anything that really suits her liking, she rolls to the outside.[/color][/size] Matt Steel:[/size] So how about those Pittsburgh Penguins? Idol slowly recovers. Meg still under the ring searching for weapons. Idol up to his feet and he runs into the far ropes. Back to the near ropes and he goes for a Tope Con Hilo, but Meg sidesteps and puts a steel chair in Idol’s path, resulting in a devastating crash and burn on the arena floor.[/color][/size] Matt Steel:[/size] Put that on the blooper reel. Meg makes the cover.[/color][/size] … 1[/color][/size] … … 2[/color][/size] … Kick out by Dead Idol. Meg’s back to her feet and she climbs up to the guard rail. She’s struggling to maintain her balance on the rail. Meg turns her back as if she’s going for a moonsault, but Idol catches a handful of booty and pushes her off the rail and into the crowd.[/color][/size] Matt Steel:[/size] Dead Idol with his patented workplace sexual harassment. Idol over the guard rail. He grabs a bag of popcorn from the ground and eats a handful, smacking Meg with the rest of the bag and sending popped cornels of corn everywhere.[/color][/size] Matt Steel:[/size] Kernel’s popcorn; a taste that’s over the top! Meg fighting back with a hard right, followed by a left. She grabs a soda and throws it at Idol. The soda splashes everywhere but does no real damage.[/color][/size] Matt Steel:[/size] Diet Pepsi; taste the one that’s forever young! Idol running towards Meg, but Meg catches him with a backdrop, throwing him right into a row of chairs. She makes another cover.[/color][/size] … 1[/color][/size] … … 2[/color][/size] … Evidently it’s only enough for two.[/color][/size] Matthew Werner:[/size] Evidently indeed. Meg grabs Idol by the mask and starts to drag him, pulling him up a flight of stairs where they disappear into the sea of humanity. The camera focuses on where they were momentarily before cutting away to the backstage area. [/color][/size] Matthew Werner:[/size] And it looks like the ringside area cannot contain these two. Matt Steel:[/size] So uh … do we wait until one of them wins or carry on with the show with hopes that this all works itself out? Matthew Werner:[/size] Carry on and hope that it works itself out, definitely. Either way, we're now going backstage where our own Stacy Grey is standing by with Vinson Evorett! We're brought backstage to Stacy Grey, who's standing by with Vinson Evorett.Stacy Grey: Well Vinson, it seems that last week you decided to take actions into your own hands when you attacked K1LL3R 1NST1NCT 3. Considering there's no prior history between the two of you, I can only speculate as to why. Perhaps you can, I dunno, clear things up a little? Vinson Evorett: I have yet to see how thats any of your business at all. Stacy Grey: Well, in all fairness you made it everyone's business when you attacked him on Loaded. Vinson Evorett: Okay Stacy, you wanna know why I attaked that K13 guy? I'll tell you why; I've sat around here doing nothing for too long, and now I'm supposed to accept that I don't deserve my chance but this guy does? This intellectually- disabled person walks around saying he's a time traveller, well I've got an idea; lay off the crack you intellectually- disabled person. Maybe once I dominate K13 I'll be able to get in to the title position I should have been given a long time ago. Stacy Grey: Do you feel that strongly that you deserve to be in the title hunt? Vinson Evorett: Is that even a real question? Look at me; I am the next generation for WFWF. The time has come for me to take the torch that has been tossed around too freely and make my mark as the greatest. I've been held down too long and now its my time to lash out, and I'm either gonna climb my way to the top or die trying because I will not give up! This interview is over, I've got a match to get ready for. Evorett storms off, leaving Stacy to look somewhat offended and probably thinks Evorett's a dick. We fade to commercial.[/Center] |
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Post by Swarm on Apr 18, 2008 1:44:33 GMT -5
We find ourselves backstage once more. Standing before us is King Kraig, acting President of the WFWF. As he paces back and forth, it becomes evident that he is fairly frustrated.
King Kraig: You know, I do my best. I think everyone would agree with that. Since becoming President, I've signed several high stakes matches for Attack! Of the Little Green Men as well as implimented policies that will positively effect both the WFWF and it's acting roster...
With these words Kraig stops, turning in our direction.
King Kraig: So I can only express displeasure when people seem to believe that they are, in some way, above our Raising air quotes "Zero Tolerance Policy". You, young man, are a prime example of this. I'd ask you to defend your actions, but I don't suppose you would give me an answer, would you?
We pan around, finding Chaemo sitting in front of Kraig's desk. Even with a mask it's evident of his apathy for Kraig's speeches.
King Kraig: What you did last week was reprehensible! Not only did you attack someone who couldn't even defend himself, but you disrespected my entire authority as President!
The somewhat whiny tone in Kraig's voice provokes Chaemo to cock his head slightly to the side. Be it intrigue or mockery, it lasts only a few seconds before King Kraig continues.
King Kraig: You see, while you guys run around attacking people, you never seem to grasp the big picture. Take DC for example. Last week, you took it upon yourself to nearly cave in his skull with a chair. Now, by law, we cannot release him until he is fully healed up. So what took you only seconds, will cost us thousands. So, Chaemo, from here on out, all those who violate our policies will face the strictest of consequences.
Almost on cue, we hear a knock at the door. The door opens and we find Steven Nyangel, who is visibly angry.
Steven Nyangel: What the hell is going on man?
King Kraig: Why don't you...
Steven Nyangel: First I'm in a feud with The Dead Idol, challenging for the Hardcore Championship. Then, next minute, I'm not even booked! Now I'm getting called into meetings? What the hell is this?
King Kraig: Nyangel, you can either sit down or go home. I'd suggest you take a seat.
Nyangel seems to collect himself momentarily and sits beside Chaemo. Nyangel gives him a glance, but Chaemo seems to remain completely unresponsive.
King Kraig: What we have here is a situation not unlike our main event this evening. Both of you have violated our zero tolerance policy, and both of you will suffer consequences for it. In the case of you, Steven Nyangel, consider that hand-out of a title opportunity gone.
Before Nyangel can speak, Kraig puts his hand up, cutting him off.
King Kraig: Hold on. In the case of you, Chaemo... Well, truth be told you didn't really have much going for you anyway. At the end of the day, I have three choices. The first choice, is supension. You won't be paid and you'll be sent home, but you will be brought back eventually. On the other hand, I could just outright fire you both completely. Or, and I believe this is the option you both would much rather take, I can keep you on the payroll. I said it to Burton and the like and I'll say it to you guys, I'm not a bad guy. I believe in giving you both another chance. Which is why I've decided to place you both... against each other.
Nyangel seems to get angry for a moment, then cuts himself off, thinking about the situation.
King Kraig: The fact is, you both are useful, talented competitors and I wouldn't like to see your potential wasted this early in my career as President. So at Attack... Of the Little Green Men, it will be Steven Nyangel against Chaemo.
Steven Nyangel: Well... That's actually not th...
King Kraig: Hold on one more second. There is a catch. If either of you so much as lay a finger on the other before your match, you will be released from your contract immediately. Now I took precautions since I'd imagine both of you would like to do some element of damage before your match, so here's what we're going to do; Next week, Chaemo, you will pick Steven Nyangel's opponent. The following week, Nyangel, you will pick Chaemo's. Is that understood?
With these words, a sly smirk crawls over Nyangel's face, a clear intent of malice behind it.
Steven Nyangel: Yes, that should be just fine.
As per usual, Chaemo seems entirely unresponsive.
King Kraig: Well, how about you Chaemo? Are you clear on all of this?
Both Kraig and Nyangel wait in anticipation for Chaemo's response. It turns out anti-climactic in nature, as he simply nods in Kraig's direction. Kraig then stands up out of his chair and heads for the door.
King Kraig: Anyway, I have some business to attend to so I expect you both to see your way out. Just remember one thing; The Zero Tolerance Policy is bullet proof. Nobody... and I mean nobody is above it.
Just as Kraig finishes his sentence, he open the door, cracking Dead Idol right in the face. The thud jolts Nyangel out of his seat and towards the hallway. Suddenly from behind comes Meg, holding a trash can lid above her head and aims it towards Dead Idol. She attempts to attack him with the weapon but Dead Idol drop toe holds her into the open door.
King Kraig: Hey, what is the meaning of this!?
Neither Dead Idol or Meg pay Kraig any mind, fighting each other down the hall way.
King Kraig: He.. Hey! Wait! ... Why do I even bother?
We cut back to ringside where new superstar Eraser stands in preperation for his upcoming match.
Matthew Werner: This next match should be interesting.
Matt Steel: How do you figure?
Matthew Werner: Well, last week Vinson Evorett seems to have sent a message to not only K1LL3R 1NST1NCT 3, but the entire roster.
Matt Steel: Funny, I don't remember getting any message.
Matthew Werner: Do you see K1LL3R 1NST1NCT 3 here tonight?
Matt Steel: Touche.
"Welcome Home" blares over the loud speakers as Vinson Evorett appears on the stage.
Kheri Thames: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is a singles match. First, in the ring, Eraser!
Evorett makes his way down the ramp, quickly reaching the ringside area and sliding into the ring.
Kheri Thames: And his opponent... Vinson Evorett!
Evorett then ascends the turnbuckles, raising his arms in a cross position. How he does that, I don't know, but that's what his biography says.
Ding! Ding! Ding!
Matt Steel: Here we go!
Both men lock up in the center of the ring, Evorett instantly taking the advantage with a quick knee to the gut followed by a side headlock. Eraser tries to fight out of it but Evorett's grip remains.
Matthew Werner: Evorett with the advantage early on.
Matt Steel: You can tell he's hungry. Not only for success, but he hasn't had work for over a month. You can only live off of Ramen noodles for so long.
Matthew Werner: And you would know that better than anyone, Matt.
Eraser eventually manages to power out of it with a Belly to Back Suplex. Both men make it to their feet, but Eraser quickly follows up with a string of punches. Evorett stumbles back, but is finally able to land a poke to the eye followed by a strong, right hand levelling Eraser.
Matthew Werner: These types of tactics are completely unnecessary!
Matt Steel: Whatever it takes to win Werner, whatever it takes to win.
Evorett wastes no time in lifting Eraser off the ground by his hair, then shoving him back first into the corner. Vinson then drills Eraser with several vicious chops to the chest. As Eraser spends a moment reacting to the assault, Evorett circles the ring, gaining a running start, and clobbers Eraser with a hard clothesline in the corner!
Matt Steel: Eraser is taking a beating here, Matthew!
Matthew Werner: I can only assume that if Eraser doesn't get in some form of offense soon, this match is going to be over quick.
Evorett remains on the offense, tossing Eraser to the ground next to the ropes. He runs to the opposite end, rebounding off the ropes, then collides with Eraser with a Rolling Thunder!
Matt Steel: Impressive display thus far by Evorett, I'd have to say.
Though it seems Evorett may already have the newcomer Eraser finished, he seems intent on doing more damage. Vinson lifts Eraser off the mat, and drags his thumb against his own throat signalling a finish. Evorett lifts Eraser up in a Reverse Crucifix, holding Eraser up for a moment before crashing him down with a brutal Darkness Driver! Evorett follows up with the cover.
Matthew Werner: This one's gotta be over.
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Ding! Ding! Ding!
Kheri Thames: Here is your winner, Vinson Evorett!
Evorett shoves his body up off of Eraser, raising his arms to the objections from the crowd.
Matt Steel: Well, if Evorett intended to send a message, I cannot possibly imagine a way in which he could've done so better than the match he just had.
Matthew Werner: I almost feel bad for Eraser, Matt.
Matt Steel: Well, he probably should've posted an RP.
Matthew Werner: Indeed. Anyway, we'll be right back, folks!
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Post by Swarm on Apr 18, 2008 1:44:56 GMT -5
Backstage, a small room marked “Locker Room B” is empty, save for a single man, the self-proclaimed “Finnish Phenom” Saku Salmelainen sitting in the far corner, the flag of his native Finland neatly folded beside him. Already wearing his ring gear, Saku is lacing up his boots as the locker room door swings open. Wez Vendetta now stands in the open doorframe, his arms folded over his chest and a stern look on his face.
Wez Vendetta: Hope you’re ready; I don’t want to have to bail you out again out there tonight.
Saku Salmelainen: Bail me out? Is that what you think happened? I distinctly remember me hitting that spinebuster and pinning Flamez last week.
Wez Vendetta: Yeah well, let’s just say you should look behind you more often, and then you’ll see who the real winner on this “Team” is.
Done tying his boots, Saku stands up, grabs his flag and approaches Wez.
Saku Salmelainen: You want to stand here and argue who the winner is on this team? Because I could stand here all day. Thing is, we both have more important things to worry about.
Wez Vendetta: You mean the Mayhems? Because last time I checked neither of them has done anything to make them worthy of sharing a ring with me tonight, this should be a walk in the park. That is, if you don’t screw it up.
Saku presses his index finger repeatedly against Wez’s chest.
Saku Salmelainen: Listen you little punk, I don’t, repeat, don’t screw up, so it should be you who makes sure they bring their A-game to this match.
Wez brushes Saku’s hand away firmly.
Wez Vendetta: Keep your hands off me, and don’t ever question my integrity! I’m out there to win tonight.
Saku Salmelainen: Is that so? Do you know what we stand to gain when we beat these guys? If we get this win over the Mayhems, we prove that a team of foreigners, a team of men who really have no chemistry can beat an established American tag team.
Wez Vendetta: Yeah you’re right I suppose, but them established? …. I’m not so sure…..
Saku Salmelainen: They may not have any real accomplishments to go beside their names, and they may not be the top tag team in the WFWF, but they sure as are American, and I don’t know about you, England boy, but for us Finns, it means something when you can put an American, let alone a pair of them in their rightful place.
Sighing and rolling his eyes Wez unfolds his arms.
Wez Vendetta: Is that what this comes down to again? Some sort of pseudo flag-burning? Listen, I know Americans can be brash, and I know they can be pompous, but an opponent is an opponent, and in England, it doesn’t matter what Nationality your opponent is, as long as you still beat them.
Saku Salmelainen: Are we still talking about the tag match here hotshot? Sounds to me like we’re thinking on more of a ‘National Scale.’
Ryan Riddel, who happened to be walking by the open door during this last interchange, pokes his head in the door of the locker room. Looking from Wez to Saku and back, he cautiously addresses the two.
Ryan Riddel: What’s this I hear about flag-burning?
Wez Vendetta: Nothing. We were jus…..
Saku Salmelainen: Just planning my victory ceremony after I win this match.
Riddel, now looking furious begins to attack Saku with idle threats.
Ryan Riddel: What!? How dare you even think of desecrating our national flag! I’m going straight to management about this, both of you will be fired you’ll see!
Angrily, Riddel storms out of the locker room, leaving a smiling Saku and an angry Wez.
Wez Vendetta: You’re not actually going to….?
Saku Salmelainen: Of course not, why waste a great ceremony like that on a team like the Mayhems. I’m saving that for when I win the National Title. I’m heading out there. Remember, you better keep your eyes open and your head in the game.
Laughing, Saku strides past Wez and out towards the ring, leaving Wez standing in the doorway frowning and shaking his head.
Wez Vendetta: Saving it for the National Title? That is if you make it that far…
Wez, now smiling sadisticly, slams the door to the locker room and begins to make his way to ringside. On his way he passes a poster for the next WFWF Pay-Per-View: Attack!... of the Little Green Men, advertising the finals of the National Title tournament.
Wez Vendetta: You will be mine!
With these words we are brought back to ringside where Matt Steel and Matthew Werner are standing by!
Matt Steel: Time for Flamez and Christian Shields!
Matthew Werner: This is going to be a tough match.
Matt Steel: Shields is just returning to the WFWF.
Matthew Werner: And Flamez is trying to prove what he’s got!
Matt Steel: Man, this is gonna be lame..
Matthew Werner: Agreed..
The previous statements in no way reflect Alex, Thunder, or EBR and are solely written by Calvin Lee. He's a nice enough guy but, well, let's face it, on a card of primarily squash matches, this does kind of suck.
The previous statement in no way represents Thunder or EBR and was written at 2:00 AM by Alex Sean while desperately trying to finish this show. Man, this sucks. I mean, he's still gotta piece together everything and do card with previews and sh*t. Pretty rough, if you ask me. So maybe he was being a dick, but you gotta get where he's coming from. Plus this match does kind of suck.
The previous statement in no way represents Alex Sean and is written as a cause of his mild schizophrania by an ex-marine turned circus clown named Harpo. Canada sucks.
Keri Thames: The following match is scheduled for one fall and is a first round match in the National Championship Tournament!
The lights go off and only white spotlights search around the arena as the song starts. When the guitars kick in, blue and white spotlights flash on and off at a quick pace. Shields emerges from the curtain with Yvonne on his arm. The crowd boos their heads off at this duo, but they just shut them out. Shields and Yvonne climb into the ring and strike a big flashy "look at me" style pose.
Matt Steel: What the hell kind of pose is that?
Matthew Werner: It’s almost as bad as someone using Tyler Connolly as your pic base!
Matt Steel: Wait..
The lights dimmed down as the opening to "Numb" by Linkin Park played. A man stood on the stage with his head down. As the first verse started, quick fireworks went off as the lights went on. The man known as Flamez did the Fire Sign as the cheered on. He walked down the ramp as the fans cheered on. He climbed the apron and entered the ring as the chorus began. He went to the middle of the ring and did the Fire Sign. He went to the corner to get ready for the match as the music faded and the crowd cheered.
Matthew Werner: What’s up with the music choices by these wrestlers.
Matt Steel: Anyone who likes Linkin Park and Theory of Deadman deserves to lose this match.
Matthew Werner: But someone has to win!
Matt Steel: They both can lose, it’s called a double knockout!
Ding! Ding! Ding!
These two collide right away! Grabbling in the middle of the ring, Flamez starts to get a quick upper hand. He pushes Shields into the ropes and rebounds him off! Off the ropes comes Shields! Flamez runs at Shields!!
Matt Steel: HOLY SH*T WHAT A CLOTHESLINE!
Matthew Werner: Surely didn’t see that coming.
Shields hit’s the ground hard as Flamez goes for a cover! Only getting a two count. Flamez pulls Shields up to his feet. He takes a few shots to Shields face before another Irish whip into the ropes. This time Flamez runs again at shields!
Matthew Werner: Not again!!
But no! Shields reverses the move into a hurricarana! Shields gets up and starts to build some momentum with kicks to Flamez’s ribs! Shields pulls Flamez up. He gives Flamez a few shots, but Flamez fires back with some shots of his own!
Matt Steel: Flamez is coming back!
Flamez pulls Shields close and rams his knee into Shields stomach! Shields bands over in pain as Flamez then follows the knee with a dropkick! Flamez then gets up and Irish whips Shields into the corner. He then runs at Shields!
Matthew Werner: This could be it!!
Matt Steel: Here he comes!
Flamez goes for a clothesline but Shields moves just in time! However Flamez stops himself from harming himself and turns around and sees Shields running off the ropes. Flamez takes advantage of this! He runs at Shields! He then jumps at Flamez right away full speed!!
Matt Steel: THE HIT AND RUN!!!
Matthew Werner: What a shot by Flamez.
Flamez quickly covers Shields and the count is on!
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Ding! Ding! Ding!
Keri Thames: Here’s your winner... Flamez!
Matthew Werner: Oh well.
Matt Steel: We all knew it was gonna happen.
Matthew Werner: I’m honestly shocked Shields even showed up.
Matt Steel: Ya, he does have that tendency to no show.
Matthew Werner: I’m sure he’s gonna be tossed now.
Matt Steel: Oh well, lets wish him luck.
Matthew Werner: And once again we fade to commercial with a line of commentary... Awfully anticlimactic... Well, that's my momma!
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Post by Swarm on Apr 18, 2008 1:45:18 GMT -5
Burton paces back and forth backstage with his cell phone in his hand. He is very agitated. Thunder walks up, confused by the anger.
Kurt Burton: Hey! PICK UP YOUR DAMN PHONE! I swear to God if you don’t show…
Thunder: What’s going on?
Burton immediately ends the call.
Kurt Burton: Have you seen Possessed Child?
Thunder: Who?
Kurt Burton: The Emo Axis member?
Thunder: No.
Kurt Burton: ... Sh*t.
Thunder: Look, I need to talk to you about the state of things…
Kurt Burton: The state of things?
Thunder: The Axis.
Kurt Burton: Well, Kat left me high and dry, Wayne got massacred and now Possessed Child is missing… how’s that for a state of the Axis?
Thunder: We need to…
Kurt Burton: I need to go find Child. Sorry…
Burton walks away, and leaves Thunder looking off in the distance. We then cut back to ringside with Matt Steel and Matthew Werner.
Matthew Werner: It was a couple of weeks back that Ryan Riddel debuted his new segment called Riddel Me This.
Matt Steel: Now, this week, he's interviewing Chemical Reaction. This should be mildly interesting. Take it away, guys.
"It's safe to say that in the WFWF, the Tag Team Division isn't necessarily the safest or most lucrative venture for one's career. As a matter of fact, just about every tag team in the past five years of the WFWF has had one member turn on the other one way or another. And then, there's Chemical Reaction."
We're met with several shots of Chemical Reaction in matches.
"When some teams are inconsistent, Chemical Reaction win at least one out of every five tag team matches they're in. When other teams form and break up after only a couple of months, Chemical Reaction have been going strong for at least five. This brings us to our guests, as I decided to get ahold of Chemical Reaction and find out what makes them tick."
This brings us to Ryan Riddel, greeting David Williams as well as seperately greeting High Horror. I'll be truthful, there's gonna be a lot of cutting back and forth and this will probably go a lot smoother if you just, you know, imagine how that would work out without me necessarily typing the setting every time it changes. You follow? So like, when Williams talks, we're seeing Riddel sit opposite of Williams, when Horror talks, we're seeing Riddel sit opposite of Horror. Alright, rad. We've got something here. I think this should turn out to be a very good segment.
Ryan Riddel: What's your favorite soft drink?
David Williams: I hate pretty much all soft drinks...
Okay, I'll do it this once. But afterwards no more. We then cut to Horror.
High Horror: Sprite.
Ryan Riddel: Movie?
David Williams: Hot Fuzz
High Horror: National Treasure.
Ryan Riddel: Television series?
David Williams: Definitely Bones.
High Horror: New Amsterdam.
"Clearly these two men are cut from the same cloth. I felt, however, in order to get to know them, I needed to know a little more about who they are."
Ryan Riddel: So, tell me a little bit about how you got started.
David Williams: I've been wrestling for a couple of years in training schools and stuff like that generally just trying to make a name for myself, but the WFWF was my first proper Fed...
Ryan Riddel: I'm sorry, I'm sorry... That's just not even remotely interesting. At all. I mean, wow. What a horrible story.
High Horror: In 2002, my daughter was murdered. A few months later my wife left me. I needed a way to let out my anger...
There is an extremely awkward silence.
Ryan Riddel: Let's just... yeah..
We cut back to Williams, who seems moderately agitated at this point.
Ryan Riddel: Let's talk about Chemical Reaction. Is everything alright... you know, at home?
David Williams: What do you mean at home?
Ryan Riddel: Scratch that. How'd you guys get involved with one another?
David Williams: Well we start... Wait, wait, what do you mean involved? What have you heard?
Ryan Riddel: Nothing, it's just...
A cold glare comes over Williams' face.
Ryan Riddel: Well, a lot of these have to do with... hold on I must have something Riddel shuffles through cue cards. here we go, this can be taken both ways; How did you guys begin teaming with one another?
David Williams: Well we started teaming after the failure of Project Hardcore we just ended up teaming to try and work our way up the WFWF.
Ryan Riddel: How'd that work out for you?
Once again, we cut to Horror.
High Horror: About 20 minutes before the Scars and Stripes began, Wayne McGurk came to me with a proposition. He said that if I lost the battle royal, that I would still have a title match at Super-Brawl. He said if I lost, to find a partner and enter myself into the Tag Team Title match. After we went to the back, I went up to Williams. The rest is history.
"I don't even know if that's true. Honest to god, I pretty much just accepted it as he said it since, you know, I'd rather not research it myself. I mean, I know I'm a journalist and everything, but do I have to research every little thing?"
We cut back to Williams.
Ryan Riddel: So what's the deal with Reckless?
David Williams: Well Reckless has actually done a pretty good job of turning Horror against me but I'm not going to let Reckless destroy Chemical Reaction...
"I decided to get to the bottom of it."
We cut to Horror.
Ryan Riddel: Has Reckless actually done a pretty good job of turning you against Williams?
High Horror: No.
"Well there you go."
High Horror: Well, here's the thing about Reckless;
"Uh oh... Better tread lightly here."
High Horror: I honestly don't know. He attacked Williams at SuperBrawl. Then the next two weeks, he was reluctant to even lock up with me in our matches. Granted, I am bigger, and that could be a reason. But he does not seem the type to back down.
"With all these issues seemingly behind them, I decided to ask them where they both felt the team was going in the future. More importantly it was approaching lunch time and I was starved."
We cut to Williams.
Ryan Riddel: Where do you see Chemical Reaction going in the future?
David Williams: As soon as I take care of Reckless and Horror realises that Chemical Reacton and the Tag team Titles are more important than the National Championship, Chemical Reaction will be back, better than ever and there is no team in the WFWF that can stop Chemical Reaction.
We cut to Horror.
High Horror: Well once I win that National Title, I see Williams and myself getting back into Tag Title contention.
Ryan Riddel: ... That's it?
High Horror: Yeah, why?
Ryan Riddel: This is just... This is the worst interview I've ever done. I just can't.. Riddel throws his pile of cue cards to the floor. I just can't deal with this man. You know what I'm gonna go? I'm going to go and get some lunch, eat, and then next week I'm getting EBR on here something, because at least he has some personality!
Riddel storms out of the room, slamming the door behind him. After a few moments, Horror curiously grabs the cue cards off the floor, reading one aloud.
High Horror: ... Involved? What does he mean involved?
"Chemical Reaction; Stealing a special place in my heart. For WFWF, this is Ryan Riddel."
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Post by Swarm on Apr 18, 2008 1:45:41 GMT -5
Cut backstage, where Dead Idol and Meg have now brawled into a concession area. Pizza boxes lay everywhere as Meg throws wild lefts and rights at Idol.
[/color][/size] Matt Steel:[/size] Get the door; it’s Domino’s! Meg goes for a kick, but Idol catches the foot and proceeds to untie her wrestling boot and remove it. Idol with a hair bail throw up and over the counter to Meg, which stuns the former Women’s champion.[/color][/size] Dead Idol:[/size] That’s where women belong, barefoot and in the kitchen!! Matt Steel:[/size] Finally, someone said it. Matthew Werner:[/size] Shaking head.[/color][/size] Meg grabs a pizza pan and jumps up to the counter. High smashing type move with the pizza pan from Meg and Idol goes down. Cover from Meg.[/color][/size] … 1[/size][/color] … … 2[/size][/color] … Dead Idol kicks out. Meg back to her feet and she walks out of the concession area. She stumbles away, but Idol grabs the boot and flings it in her direction. Meg catches the footwear confused.[/color][/size] Meg:[/size][/color] Who throws a shoe?? Seriously … Idol comes running at Meg, but Meg catches him with a boot to the face (bah dum tiss..) and Idol goes down. Meg pulls Idol up and she’s going for a suplex, but she can’t get the much larger Idol up. Idol reverses it into a suplex of his own. Idol scrambles to get away from Meg, running down a long corridor. Twenty feet or so down the hallway, he bumps into EBR, sipping a cup of coffee.[/size][/color] EBR:[/SIZE][/COLOR] ‘Sup? Dead Idol:[/size][/color] Same old … not much. EBR:[/SIZE][/COLOR] You defending your title or something? Dead Idol:[/size][/color] Yeah. EBR:[/SIZE][/COLOR] How’s that going? Dead Idol:[/size][/color] Not bad. EBR:[/SIZE][/COLOR] Good … good. You know, I know exactly how it feels to be forced to defend a title in an unfair circumstance. We’re both getting the short end of the stick. That’s our deal, man. It’s like … we’re brethren, me and you. You see what I’m saying? Dead Idol:[/size][/color] I’m blind. EBR:[/SIZE][/COLOR] Yeah … that’s tough too. This meeting of the minds is disrupted by Meg, who comes running down the hallway screaming and nails a clothesline on Idol. Idol stumbles, but gets back to his feet and runs away, Meg following closely behind. EBR leans against the wall as King Kraig walks past. He adjusts his tie and nods at the Heavyweight Champion.[/size][/color] King Kraig:[/size][/color] EBR. The Champion looks on coldly, taking another sip of his coffee.[/size][/color] EBR:[/SIZE][/COLOR] Kraig. King Kraig:[/size][/color] It’s great of you to be here but if you see either Dead Idol or Meg wondering around the halls just let them pass. We only have two hours for that match to end, can’t have them getting any distractions. You see what I’m saying? EBR:[/SIZE][/COLOR] I’m blind. King Kraig:[/size][/color] Excuse me? EBR:[/SIZE][/COLOR] Oh, you’re still here? Reaffirming himself King Kraig adjusts his suit tie, before replying louder.[/size][/color] King Kraig:[/size][/color] Excuse me? EBR:[/SIZE][/COLOR] Man, I don’t care. King Kraig:[/size][/color] Is something wrong, EBR? EBR:[/SIZE][/COLOR] If you want to give Thunder a title shot then give him a title shot. If you want to give Obo a title shot then give him a title shot. But don’t give them both one at the same time. King Kraig:[/size][/color] It’s business. EBR:[/SIZE][/COLOR] So am I. I’m big business, the WFWF runs through me. Kraig looks on, pausing briefly before replying condescendingly.[/size][/color] King Kraig:[/size][/color] Well, I guess I didn’t know that. EBR:[/SIZE][/COLOR] Now you do. King Kraig:[/size][/color] Excuse me? EBR:[/SIZE][/COLOR] God damn it, you heard me. King Kraig:[/size][/color] You can’t talk to me like that. EBR:[/SIZE][/COLOR] You can’t screw me over, but whoops, you did that. King Kraig:[/size][/color] I did what I did for the sake of the WFWF. If you can’t see that then I’m sorry. EBR smirks.[/size][/color] EBR:[/SIZE][/COLOR] I’m blind. King Kraig:[/size][/color] If I pick Thunder then Obo gets upset. If I pick Obo then Thunder gets upset. My hands were tied. EBR:[/SIZE][/COLOR] So instead you’ll just piss off your Champion? You’re new at this so maybe you get a pass, but as President you have several jobs, one of which includes keeping your Champion happy. Hopefully you remember that for the next time. King Kraig:[/size][/color] Well … maybe you shouldn’t have promised Obo a title shot. Then you wouldn’t be in this situation. EBR:[/SIZE][/COLOR] You’re new at this, so I’ll let it slide this time, but don’t ever question my decisions. A silence passes through.[/size][/color] King Kraig:[/size][/color] I think it might be for the best if you leave. EBR:[/SIZE][/COLOR] Excuse me? King Kraig:[/size][/color] You heard me. EBR:[/SIZE][/COLOR] Yeah, I heard you. You’re sending me home? King Kraig:[/size][/color] Don’t think of this as worst then it really is. Consider it … a day off. I need to impose my power in situations when needed. It’s the same reason Luther Castle has been suspended after last week’s actions. Zero tolerance policy. Staring, EBR proceeds with a patronizing deep sigh.[/size][/color] EBR:[/SIZE][/COLOR] I show up every Loaded, even when I don’t have a match. Every week, on time and in most cases early – Superbrawl excluded. This week was no exception. I don’t interfere in matches, in fact, the closest I’ve ever gotten to doing so was when I bumped into Dead Idol five minutes ago. I represent myself and this company with class. I don’t get arrested or do anything to bring down the name of the WFWF. And above all, the fans actually like me. He begins to point compulsively.[/size][/color] EBR:[/SIZE][/COLOR] … This … and the title match … that’s how you repay me? King Kraig:[/size][/color] It’s just business. EBR takes on last sip of his coffee before dropping it in a near by garbage can.[/size][/color] EBR:[/SIZE][/COLOR] I suppose it is. He begins to walk away before promptly stopping and turning around.[/size][/color] EBR:[/SIZE][/COLOR] Say, have you made any progress on that new contract? King Kraig:[/size][/color] I have bigger things to do. EBR:[/SIZE][/COLOR] No. You don’t. He walks away as we cut back to ringside.[/size][/color] Matt Steel: I believe our next contest is Trace Demon against Reckless. Matthew Werner: What a horrible semi-main event. "Devil's Dance" blares over the sound speakers prompting Reckless to step through the curtain and towards the ramp in quick fashion.Keri Thames: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is a First Round Match of the National Championship Tournament. Matt Steel: What happened to the "Clyde Frog Memorial Tournament"? Matthew Werner: Turns out someone wrote that into one of the match previews, so everyone accepted it as official. Matt Steel: Bizarre, seems like it would've been dropped in the editing process. Alex Sean: Whatever man, I've got sh*t to do. Matt Steel: Fair point. Reckless walks straight down towards the ring the arena filled with a dark, green light. He stops at the bottom of the ramp and looks to his left, then his right.Keri Thames: Making his way to the ring first... Reckless! He runs and slides into the ring, and walks over to the corner, climbs the top rope and raises his hands. He steps down and stands next the ropes.Matthew Werner: You almost have to wonder where Reckless is at mentally. It seems most of his time lately has been spent getting involved in Chemical Reaction's business. Matt Steel: We can only hope, for his sake, that he's able to put that to the side and focus on this match. The lights dim down as "Before I Forget" begins to play. There seems to be a momentary pause, then Trace Demon awkwardly steps through the curtain looking slightly confused.Keri Thames: And his opponent... Trace Demon! The arena begins to illuminate a sharp, red glow as Demon makes his way towards the ring. Trace enters, but as he moves closer to the turnbuckle, once again, Demon looks perplexed.Matthew Werner: It seems as if the recent cutbacks on pyrotechnics are something of a mystery to Trace Demon. Matt Steel: If anything's a mystery here, it's Demon himself. I mean, have we ever even seen a promo from this guy? Matthew Werner: That's not mysterious, I believe that's simply called lack of any personality or original character whatsoever. Matt Steel: You sound kind of bitter. Matthew Werner: What can I say, I was never that big of a fan of Frank Miller's Wolverine series. Ding! Ding! Ding!Reckless comes out firing on all cylinders, throwing a palm strike that catches Demon in the chin right out the gate. Demon backs up and Reckless follows up with a knee to Demon's gut, then a forearm to his back. Demon falls face first onto the canvas. Reckless straddles Demon from behind and begins throwing punches to the sides of his head, rocking Demon with each blow. Demon tries to fight out of it, and Reckless lets him roll onto his back. Reckless leans back and pulls up Demon's legs for the early cover.Matthew Werner: We've got a cover early on here. ... 1 ... ... 2 ... Demon kicks out and Reckless climbs to his feet. Demon begins to stand as Reckless hits the ropes. On the rebound, Demon turns into a lariat that jerks him back to the canvas. Reckless climbs to his feet and pumps his fist wildly, celebrating his early success. He drops for another cover.Matt Steel: This is going by awfully fast. ... 1 ... ... 2 ... Kickout, but Reckless doesn't look surprised. Reckless picks up Demon and gets him into Fireman’s Carry position.Matt Steel: I'm assuming he has a move in a Fireman's Carry position. It's probably pretty effective too. Matthew Werner: That's very likely, Matt. Reckless starts to throw him off of his shoulders when Demon wriggles out of it and hits a reverse DDT on Reckless. He covers.... 1 ... Reckless gets a quick kick out. Demon wastes no time, and begins to throw close-fisted punches to the face of Reckless. Demon walks to the far turnbuckle as Reckless sits up. Demon launches himself off of the ropes and puts both boots into the face of Reckless. Demon proceeds to pick Reckless up, then hits a speedy snap-mare, which he turns into a reverse chin lock. Demon yanks Reckless’s head back and jams his knee into the back of Reckless. After a minute or two, Reckless comes to his senses and starts to stand up. Demon now has a loose side head-lock on Reckless. Reckless shoves Demon off, and into the ropes. On the rebound Demon goes for a hard clothesline, misses, turns around, and is hit with a reverse fireman’s carry slam.Matt Steel: Good move there by Reckless! Reckless covers Demon.Matthew Werner: This could be it. ... 1 ... ... 2 ... Demon manages to kick out. Reckless, annoyed, measures Demon and attempts a standing Houston Hang-Over. Just as Reckless comes down, Demon rolls out of the way. Reckless lands hard and a jolt goes up his spine, as a look of discomfort flashes on his face.Matt Steel: That was quite the look of discomfort. Matthew Werner: Very convincing. Demon takes advantage and throws his right knee right into the face of Reckless. He covers him.... 1 ... ... 2 ... Again, Reckless manages to kick out. Trace begins to rub the bottom of his boot in the face of Reckless. Demon then picks Reckless up and throws him into the ropes. Demon attempts a side-walk slam, but Reckless hooks his feet fast enough and latches onto Demon. Demon is writhing in pain from the Octopus Stretch.Matthew Werner: He might tap! Reckless jerks his back, sending Demon up in a hurricanrana.Matt Steel: Excellent move there. Demon immeadiately gets up and turns around. Reckless attempts a clothesline, but misses. Demon takes advantage and hooks himself up nailing Reckless with Satan’s Drop. Demon Covers.Matthew Werner: That came out of nowhere! ... 1 ... ... 2 ... ... 3 ... Ding! Ding! Ding!Keri Thames: Here is your winner and advancing to the second round of the National Championship Tournament... Trace Demon! We fade to commercial as Trace Demon walks up the ramp.[/Center] |
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Post by Swarm on Apr 18, 2008 1:46:06 GMT -5
At ringside, all arena lights suddenly turn to near blinding blue and white and begin to circle the entrance stage. The arena PA system is flooded with an instrumental anthem, the anthem of Finland. From behind the curtain, holding a Finnish flag in one hand, Saku Salmelainen strides out, smiling to himself as he looks around the audience.
Keri Thames: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is a Tag Team Match!
Matthew Werner: Well here comes maybe the most unusual match of the week.
Matt Steel: I actually have to agree. I can't even imagine teaming with someone I'm going to be facing in a championship tournament in one week.
Fans begin to jeer at him as he waves his once in the air and begins to make his way to the ring. At the end of the ramp, Saku goes around the ring to the commentators bench, neatly folds his flag before turning and rolling into the ring.
Keri Thames: Making his way to the ring first, hailing proudly from Finland... Saku Salmelainen!
Once in the ring, Saku heads for the far turnbuckle and stands, arms raised to the audience, ignoring their constant boos. As the Finnish anthem begins to come to an end, Lake Bodom begins to play on the PA as Wez Vendetta emerges to a sea of boos from the thick green smoke now engulfing the entrance stage.
Matt Steel: Neither of these men seem to be anyone's favorite wrestler tonight.
Matthew Werner: Definitely not, but you have to admire, in the least, their skills in the ring.
Walking slowly down to the ring, flame pyrotechnics trigger from the ramp edge. Sliding under the bottom rope, Wez slides into the ring with his partner.
Keri Thames: And his partner... Wez Vendetta!
Uneasy, both men avoid eye contact and simply wait for their opponents to come to the ring. Wez’s music is now replaced with ‘My Heart is a Fist’ as the Mayhems come out from backstage.
Keri Thames: And their opponents... Jay and Kay Mayhem!
Four lasers make an ‘M’ on the stage as the brothers run down the ramp and slide into the ring. Both men heading for a different turnbuckle, they salute the audience.
Matt Steel: What is this? The Pink Floyd light show?
Before the Mayhems have a chance to descend from the turnbuckles, Saku and Wez silently nod at each other and charge a different brother.
Ding! Ding! Ding!
Matt Steel: This one is getting started in a hurry!
Kay Mayhem is pushed out of the ring onto the ground below by Saku, while Wez hits a huge German suplex on Jay Mayhem. The crowd begins to boo, realizing that Saku and Wez are out to send a message to one another, at the expense of the Mayhems.
Matt Steel: It looks like Wez and Saku seem to be sending a message to one another at the expense of The Mayhems.
Matthew Werner: I'm glad you can read, Matt.
Saku drops to the outside and continues his attack on Kay while Wez stays in the ring to deal with Jay. Kay, who is slowly getting up is hit hard with an elbow to the back from Saku, forcing him once more to the ground. Saku, his opponent on the ground, takes advantage of the opportunity and begins to stomp at Kay’s back. In the ring, meanwhile, Wez now has Jay Mayhem in a corner and is hitting him with repeated shoulders to the mid section. Jay tries desperately to crawl away, but Wez will give him no quarter.
Matt Steel: Man, it's been a rough couple of weeks for The Mayhems
Matthew Werner: And it seems like things are going to get worse before they get better.
Kay manages finally to rise to his knees, Saku now hitting him hard in the forehead with repeated strikes. Kay, however, sees opportunity in the fact that Saku is standing and the ref is looking the other way and uses it to strike Saku in the groin. Doubling over, Saku falls to the ground as a somewhat dizzy Kay rushes into the ring and pulls Wez off of his partner. Jay finally rolls to the ground in pain.
Matthew Werner: Hey may have a chance to recover here.
An angry-looking Kay Mayhem is now hitting Wez with various strikes, Wez caught off guard and cannot defend himself. This goes on for a moment before Kay sends Wez against the ropes. Going for the clothesline, Kay misses as Wez ducks underneath his outstretched arm. Wez attempts to lock Kay into a sleeper hold, but Kay manages to wiggle out of hit and hit Wez in the ribs. Walking over to his corner, as this is not a tornado match, Kay makes the tag and Jay wastes no time in climbing up to the top rope, Wez standing hunched over in the middle of the ring.
Matt Steel: He's going to the top!
Suddenly, from out of nowhere, Saku jumps up onto the top ropes with Jay, grabbing his arm and neck, right into the Reverse STO that is known as the Helsinki Driver! Jay is now incapacitated in the ring as an irate Kay Mayhem charges Saku, hitting him in the back and knocking him over. Turning to Wez now Kay attempts to take him down as well, only to have his throat grabbed. In one quick movement, Kay is high in the air and coming back down hard to the mat, as Wez hits his trademark chokeslam.
Matthew Werner: He's got him!
Both Mayhems incapacitated, Wez, the ‘legal’ man makes the cover on Jay
Matt Steel: That's gotta be it!
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Matthew Werner: And Wez and Saku make quick work of The Mayhems!
Ding! Ding! Ding!
Keri Thames: Here are your winners... Wez Vendetta and Saku Salmelainen!
Wez stands as he has covered Jay, and the match is now over. In the meantime, Saku has risen to his feet and now stands with Wez, looking down at the crumpled bodies of the Mayhems. Wez simply looks at Saku, points at him, then at the downed brothers and simply mouths the words “Next Week” before turning and exiting the ring, leaving a frown on Saku’s face as he continues to stare at the Mayhems.
Matt Steel: These two may not get along, but they seem to be one hell of a tag team.
Matthew Werner: Even so, next week none of that matters as they will square off against one another in the first round of the National Championship Tournament!
Wez smiles as he ascends the ramp, Saku, still in the ring, looks up at Wez as he reaches the curtain and disappears behind it. We then cut backstage to Create-a-Wrestler, who is standing alone.
[/color][/size] CAW:[/size] I am RBE, better known to WFWF fans as the Create-a-Wrestler. I was supposed to be conducting a Create-an-Interview segment at this time with Meg, but she has yet to arrive. Sources, namely High Horror, because he has top secret confidential information, tell me that Meg is still participating in her Hardcore championship match. WAIT! There she is! Cut to Meg, looking sweaty and exhausted, seemingly trying to get away. She walks towards the snazzy dressed RBE, staggering as she walks.[/color][/size] CAW:[/size] MEG! Can I get a quick word about your Hardcore title match?? Meg grabs the microphone just as Dead Idol runs into the frame. She uses the microphone to smack him in the face.[/color][/size] Matthew Werner:[/size] That’s what I call an unwanted interview! Do me a favor and zing that for me. Results Writer:[/size] Zing! Matthew Werner:[/size] Thanks, buddy. Results Writer:[/size] No prob. Idol does a slow fall, but catches himself on a piece of the interview set. Meg running towards him for a spear, Idol redirects Meg and throws her face first into the set. Meg staggers backwards and Idol hooks her, nailing a German suplex right on the concrete. Idol bridges it for a pin attempt.[/color][/size] … 1[/color][/size] … … 2[/color][/size] … Meg gets her should up.[/color][/size] Matt Steel:[/size] Why can’t this end? Why? Idol grabs Meg with a handful of hair and pulls her back to her feet. Meg with a shoulder to the gut and she pushes Idol backwards, right from the interview set and into a catering area. Idol fights her off and whips her into a table, which sends delicious Quizno’s subs flying everywhere. Quizno’s, an official sponsor of WFWF.[/color][/size] Matt Steel:[/size] Quizno’s; mmm … toasty! Matthew Werner:[/size] If any good is coming out of this it’s that we get to casually promote our sponsorships in the middle of the program. Two birds with one stone. Meg fights back, grabbing a steel plate and nailing Idol in the face hard. The two brawl past Obo, who is backstage as an unbooked mooch and is eating a free sub. Meg goes to Obo and reaches into his pocket, producing a pair of brass knuckles from him.[/color][/size] Matthew Werner:[/size] Apparently Obo has become some sort of soccer hooligan. Meg equips her hand with the set of brass knuckles and takes a wild swing at Dead Idol, but misses and Idol catches her at the arm pit. Modified atomic slam/throw from Idol and Meg goes right throw a catering table. Idol with another cover.[/color][/size] … 1[/color][/size] … … 2[/color][/size] … Meg kicks out. Idol up to his feet and he starts up a stairwell labeled “roof”..[/color][/size] Matthew Werner:[/size] And we’ll check back on the action later. Matt Steel:[/size] Hopefully we don’t miss who wins. Matthew Werner:[/size] That would make this an incredible waste of time. Matt Steel:[/size] We’re rolling the dice with this one. We fade to a commercial.[/size][/color][/Center] |
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Post by Swarm on Apr 18, 2008 1:46:26 GMT -5
As we return from commercial, the instantly recognizable piano rhythm of "The World is Yours" blares over the sound speakers.
Matthew Werner: Looks like it's main event time.
Matt Steel: Not much of a main event.
Matthew Werner: And why exactly is that?
Matt Steel: Well, first and foremost EBR's not in it. I have a hard time taking this whole contract situation that seriously without him.
Matthew Werner: You're ridiculous.
After several moment of anticipation, King Kraig steps out from behind the curtain with a clipboard in his hand. He modestly gestures to the crowd, quickly making his way towards the ring.
Kheri Thames: Please welcome our esteemed WFWF President... King Kraig!
Upon entry it's clear that the ring has been dressed up, a red fabric covering the canvas as well as a desk in the center. Kraig makes his way up the steps, gesturing towards Keri Thames for a microphone. She obliges, and Kraig begins to speak.
King Kraig: Since I have been put in power, it's been something of expectance for our roster to defy the Zero Tolerance Policy and what it stands for. With that, the main event of this evening serves two purposes. One, it gives all of you a Tag Team Championship match at our next Pay-Per-View event Attack! ... Of the Little Green Men. But, more importantly to me anyway, it sends a clear message to everyone in that locker room that this policy is not here for show. Those who violate our policies will be punished, no exceptions. So, without further adue, let's bring out the assumed competitors for our upcoming Tag Team Championship match!
A sudden record scratch is heard and the immense, opening power chord of "Pray" blasts throughout the arena. This cues the lighting, pulsing with blinding brightness at the power chord and slowly fading to reveal Alex Sean standing at the top of the ramp.
Kheri Thames: Making his way to the ring, from Baltimore, Maryland... Alex Sean!
Matthew Werner: Here comes someone I've grown to know very well.
Matt Steel: Yeah, we saw the videos.
Matthew Werner: Truth be told, I almost have to feel like both Alex Sean and DGX are being treated unfairly here. I mean, granted they did assault Reverend Shadow and Johnny Valentine, but it was before Kraig was even in power!
Matt Steel: This whole situation is to send a message, end of story. While I might not necessarily agree with them being punished for things they did before Kraig's ascension to power, I can't deny that it will lead to one hell of a match at Attack! ...Of the Little Green Men.
Sean stands momentarily observing the crowd until the second power chord and bright flash hit. Sean walks down the ramp in a hurried pace, quickly making it to the ring steps. He enters the ring, once again gesturing to the crowd, then leans against the close, right turnbuckle awaiting the other participants. This is followed by the gentle opening strumming of "Imperium". The crowd's attention is diverted to the video screen, where several shots of the Los Angeles skyline fade into one another. As the music begins to pick up, the images on the screen do as well leading to an enormous blast of pyrotechnics on the stage!
Matt Steel: Good lord!
Matthew Werner: It seems DGX didn't take Kraig's words of less pyrotechnics to heart.
Matt Steel: He also seems to be taking his time here.
Matthew Werner: Well remember, this is a man who's motto of sorts is that he is not on WFWF's time, the WFWF is on his.
As the song truly kicks into gear, DGX makes his way onto the stage, a sly smirk crawling over his face. He briskly descends towards the ring, much to the chagrin of both Alex Sean and King Kraig.
Kheri Thames: Making his way to the ring, from Hollywood, California... DGX!
Finally DGX makes it to the ring steps, carefully making his way up, wiping the bottom of his shoes on the apron, then stepping through the middle rope. It's unclear what is being said, but fairly obvious Sean and DGX are having a war of words so to speak. Just as the two men seem to be consumed by their petty argument, "With this Fire” blares out over the sound speakers, eliciting a mixed but enormous reaction from the crowd.
Matt Steel: And if what we saw earlier between Kurt Burton and Thunder is still true, this may be the last man we see come to the ring tonight.
Matthew Werner: I can only hope, for Burton's sake, that Possessed Child decides to show up.
Kurt Burton quickly steps through the curtain and past the stage. As Burton walks down the ramp, it becomes very apparently that he is in stark contrast to the other individuals, both of which having dressed rather nicely.
Matt Steel: Rather nicely indeed.
Kheri Thames: Making his way to the ring... Kurt Burton!
Instead, he has a pair of ripped up jeans, an Axis T-Shirt, and a biker jacket on. He strides to the ring, and slides in under the bottom rope. Both Sean and DGX give Burton a nod, as he settles against the ropes.
King Kraig: Well, Burton, I've gotten word that Possessed Child has opted not to show up to this ceremony of sorts.
Burton motions towards Thames, who hands him a Microphone.
Kurt Burton: That'd be about right.
King Kraig: I see. It seems once again we're in somewhat of a situation here. I can only express disappointment tha...
Before Kraig can finish his sentence, Alex Sean grabs the microphone out of Burton's hand, interrupting Kraig.
Alex Sean: To tell you the truth, I don't know anything about Possessed Child and I'm really not all that worried about it. At the end of the day, you told us, DGX, Kurt Burton, and myself that we had a choice to either sign this contract for the match you stated or be fired. Well, I'm here, Burton's here, and DGX is here, so before you make any sort of brash decision, keep in mind who you're dealing with and show the proper respect that someone in your position is expected to stand by.
Kraig ponders for a moment, Burton and DGX both inching away from Sean.
King Kraig: I suppose you're right, Mr. Sean. It would be unfair to simply... change my ruling due to one minor setback. I suppose then it's time to get this signing underway, don't you think?
Kraig makes his way behind the desk, laying the clipboard ontop and motions towards the three men. Sean begins to walk towards the table, but is practically shoved out of the way by DGX, who then casually makes his way towards the desk. Kraig offers DGX a pen, to which he denies, pulling his own, embroidered "XWA Massacre" pen out from his jacket pocket. He signs the contract, giving Kraig a respectful nod, then moves out of the way for Sean, who has a midly bewildered look across his face.
Matthew Werner: DGX is kind of a stra...
Matt Steel: XWA Represent!!
Sean then moves towards the desk, accepting Kraig's pen, and begins to read over the contract. He nods then signs it himself, carelessly dropping the pen and walking towards DGX. Sean throws Burton back the Microphone, which he easily catches. DGX and Sean then exit the ring, both seemingly having better things to do with their time.
King Kraig: Well, it seems we have only one more person to sign. Burton, if you could...
Kurt Burton: It's Kurt.
King Kraig: I would appreciate it if you didn't interrupt me. Out of all of those who had to sign this contract, with the exception of that horrible Possessed Child, what a horrible person he is. Just horrible.
Burton stares at Kraig confused, prompting him to compose himself.
King Kraig: Right, well, other than him, you're the worst. Not only has your strike deprived us of unique and interesting matches involving Kurt Burton, it's deprived us of unique and interesting matches involving Yohan Turdler, involving Tristan Twilight, involving Yukio Blaze... Well, Twilight and Turdler anyway. More importantly, your actions, in the long run, will cost us tens of thousands of dollars in Raising air quotes "conractual obligations" without any possibility of making that money back!
Kurt Burton: You're tearing my heart out chief.
Burton sheds a crocodile tear, as Kraig continues.
King Kraig: I simply wish you would take this seriously. Sure, you didn't take out a champion, a contender, or anybody that, in the long run, actually matters. But what you did was morally, legally, and contractually wrong. You assaulted Yohan Turdler, did god knows what to Tristan Twilight, and Yukio Blaze, well...
Kurt Burton: In all fairness, you can’t put the blame of Yukio on me. Sure, I participated, but it was all Thunder man. Honestly, I wish I could take credit for Blaze, but I wasn’t the one who threw him about fifty feet to his doom.
King Kraig: It doesn't matter. You had a motive behind what happened to him and you participated in it. And, I mean, what is your real motive anyway? Respect? Singles title shots? Frankly, your actions have not earned my respect and they sure as hell aren't about to give you any title shots in the near future... Well, other than this one that you're getting right now. But that's it!
Burton is visibly shaken by the remarks, but he composes himself, and looks back at Kraig.
Kurt Burton: Well, it’s funny that you say I need to grow up, considering your haircut is straight out of the Little Rascals. But, you do have a valid point. Maybe I am being a little self-centered, maybe I am being a tad selfish. But you know, I have worked damn hard for this company, and all you people have done, from Kyzer and Drakz, to the Higher Authority, to Parker… all you have done is stifle me. No longer will someone like me be held down by someone like you.
Kraig stares Burton down.
King Kraig: And who are you, exactly?
Kurt Burton: Who am I? Who am I? I am Kurt Motherf*cking Burton baby! I am the man who has held more tag gold than anyone else in the history of this company. I am the man who has taken out Justin Tyme, Justin Tyger, Meg Warner, Calvin Lee, Morgan Warner, Trent Draven, tha CBT… I mean the list of people I have manhandled and slaughtered in that ring can go on for days.
Kraig ponders it a little.
Kurt Burton: Most importantly, I'm a top prospect. There are dozens of other companies that would jump at the chance to sign Kurt Burton.
King Kraig: What’s your point?
Kurt Burton: I don't want to go anywhere else, I like this place… for some strange reason it’s now feeling like my home. All I'm asking for is the opportunity that I deserve.
King Kraig: Perhaps we can negotiate later but for no...
Kurt Burton: Maybe you need some convincing...
Burton stands up, and points into the crowd.
Kurt Burton: Who came here tonight to see me kick some ass!
A sizeable portion of the audience cheers.
Kurt Burton: Who came here to see me get my ass KICKED!
Everyone else cheers.
Kurt Burton: Wait… hold on... Who wants to see Burton come out on top?
People Cheer
Kurt Burton: Who wants to see me get dropped?
More people cheer.
Kurt Burton: That is why you need to keep me around here Kraig... See, some people love me... some people hate me... BUT a ton of people came here to see me... which means I am worth money. You want a tag title match? Fine, as much as I want nothing to do with the decision, hell, I'll jump at the opportunity to step between these ropes and mix it up with the likes of Alex Sean and DGX. All I'm saying is, once that's over, win, lose or draw, I want my fair shake!
Kraig ponders for a moment, then raises the microphone to his lips.
King Kraig: I suppose you may have a point. Look, I'm not an unfair guy, I'm not unreasonable. If what you really want is a singles opportunity in the WFWF, I'll give you that chance. But first, you have to sign this contract, you have to find a partner, and you have to face Alex Sean and DGX at Attack! ... Of the Little Green Men. You do all those things, win, lose, or draw, and you'll get your fair shake.
Kurt Burton: Win, lose, or draw?
King Kraig: Win, lose, or draw.
Kurt Burton: I think we've got an understanding.
Kraig extends his hand, seemingly to shake Burtons, however as Burton reaches towards him he bypasses Kraig's extended hand, grabbing the pen off the desk. Kraig shakes it off, seemingly pretending as if he never stuck his hand out, and Burton signs the contract!
Matthew Werner: Well there you have it! Kurt Burton and a partner of his choosing will square off against Alex Sean and DGX at Attack! ... Of The Little Green Men!
Matt Steel: And it's for the Tag Team Championship!
Matthew Werner: Well, it seems as if that's all we have this week... wait, hold on a second. I'm getting word something's going on outside the building. We're cutting to that.
Cut back to Dead Idol and Meg, who are now brawling on a ledge. Both are leery to take swings, for fear of falling off. Idol takes a swing and Meg ducks and hits him with a low blow.
[/color][/size] Dead Idol:[/size] Oh, you ****, you kicked me in the dick.. Idol holding his junk. Meg tries to push him off the ledge. Idol fights back by grabbing her nose and pushing her towards the ledge. In the shadows lurks Calvin Lee. He comes from the dark, irking slowly forward. [/color][/size] Matt Steel:[/size] XWA representin’! Calvin points at Meg, distracting her momentarily, causing Idol to push her off the ledge!! Meg presumably falls to her death, but catches the ledge and hangs on. Calvin to the ledge to help Dead Idol off. One hand in another. Idol bends to climb down and CALVIN PUSHES HIM!! DEAD IDOL FREEFALLS OFF THE ROOF!![/color][/size] MATTHEW WERNER:[/size] OMG CAPS LOCK!!!! He lands below through a table of unsold Flamez t-shirts. The camera stares down at the wreckage in shock.[/color][/size] Matt Steel:[/size] Death by Calvin Lee. Meg slowly pulls herself back up to the ledge as Calvin exits stage right. Meg goes to an area that says “ladder” and climbs down. Going into the wreckage, she covers Dead Idol.[/color][/size] … 1[/color][/size] … … 2[/color][/size] … … 3[/color][/size] … Maybe we didn’t even need the pin count. Kind of obvious the match was over, but meh, now its official.[/color][/size] Matthew Werner:[/size] What a match we just witnessed! Matt Steel:[/size] We had to have missed most of it. Matthew Werner:[/size] And I don’t remember a whole lot about it, but you know, gotta hype it up. Amazing! But why would Calvin Lee help Meg win the match? Matt Steel:[/size] Ah yes, the hypothetical questions that cannot be answered. Matthew Werner:[/size] Or he’ll probably answer it next week, just keeping us guessing. Matt Steel:[/size] Well played, Calvin … well played … Meg is the champion and Dead Idol is dead. It’s a mad world we live in, isn’t that right Tears For Fears?[/color][/size] Tears For Fears:[/size] I find it kind of funny, I find it kind of sad. The dreams in which I’m dying are the best I’ve ever had.  [/Center] |
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Post by Markw on Apr 18, 2008 2:17:09 GMT -5
Awesome Show once again I loved the way you turned a really boring RMT into a really entertaining read...
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We Suck
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Post by One Love on Apr 18, 2008 5:11:01 GMT -5
Nice show, but umm, could you add my promo.....
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Post by yourheretichero on Apr 18, 2008 6:49:38 GMT -5
I'm the opening match.. I'm the main event. I'm everything in between  |
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Post by sonstuds on Apr 18, 2008 10:48:39 GMT -5
Nice show, but umm, could you add my promo..... Never sent us anything else. *shrugs* Anywhoo RP of the week: "Adventures of Spring and the Glass Ceiling" - Saku RPer(s) of the week: Saku, Obo Moment of the week: For the people to decide. Do so amongst yourselves but keep in mind it's supposed to be within the confines of the results, k.  |
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Post by rockyv on Apr 18, 2008 14:17:59 GMT -5
Chris Jericho conspiracy theory moment of the night! ;D
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Post by sonstuds on Apr 18, 2008 14:19:00 GMT -5
You remind me so much of CBT it's chilling.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 18, 2008 14:20:11 GMT -5
Sweet results guys, well worth the wait! Congo rats to winners and better luck next time to the losers Edit: Canada does not suck  |
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Post by yourheretichero on Apr 18, 2008 14:21:13 GMT -5
So like, no one agree to work a feud with Thunder, because he'll throw a fit when you ask him to write a segment. He's like Nyangal, but a little less whiney.
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Thunder
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WF 10 Year Member
WFWF Record: 59-60-1
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Post by Thunder on Apr 18, 2008 14:50:15 GMT -5
So like, no one agree to work a feud with Thunder, because he'll throw a fit when you ask him to write a segment. He's like Nyangal, but a little less whiney. Except that . . . (1.) I threw no fit (2.) And while I should have contacted you about it, your only contact with me was randomly saying " you. I hate you" out of nowhere and saying nothing after that. |
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Post by Kurt Burton: Script Doctor! on Apr 18, 2008 14:55:31 GMT -5
So like, no one agree to work a feud with Thunder, because he'll throw a fit when you ask him to write a segment. He's like Nyangal, but a little less whiney. Except that . . . (1.) I threw no fit (2.) And while I should have contacted you about it, your only contact with me was randomly saying " you. I hate you" out of nowhere and saying nothing after that. Once again proving that OBO stands for Oversized Bowel Obstruction. |
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visit my myspace and listen to my music
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Post by Calvin on Apr 18, 2008 15:02:23 GMT -5
pretty sick results as usual. Nothing more to say.. hahaha, to the idea of a match that lasts all night long.
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Post by rockyv on Apr 18, 2008 19:57:23 GMT -5
So like, no one agree to work a feud with Thunder, because he'll throw a fit when you ask him to write a segment. He's like Nyangal, but a little less whiney. Awe. Is this cause I blocked you?  |
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