8/4/06 Odium Results

The cameras switch to the back where we see Yukio Blaze strutting down the Odium corridor with a smirk on his face and a look of confidence on his face. He walks past Christian Shields and shouts back to him.

Yukio: Still in a shared locker room then Shields?

Shields turns around

Christian: What?

Yukio: Nothing. Now I’ve made it to the big time, facing the owner and getting a title shot at Superbrawl I’ve got my own locker room.

Christian: Whatever

Shields turns back away and continues on his way as Yukio arrives at his locker room. The plate on the door reads “Yukio Blaze.” He smiles and glances at his reflection in the name plate as he enters the room.

Yukio: What the?

Yukio holds his nose and tries not to hurl as he looks around the room. He gips a couple of times before leaving the room. The room and all of its contents have been spattered with crap and urine. And by the looks of things it’s human. We hear Yukio in the nearby toilet puking his guts up as we cut back to the hallway where Christian Shields is walking. He is stopped suddenly in his tracks by Michael Kyzer the wonderful bossman.

Kyzer: It seems your opponent has failed to show up so we have decided that you will get the automatic win and a night off from work. But there is something else I want from you.

Shields: I came here to fight. I want a fight even if I have one with you.

Shields steps up to Kyzer with a look of anger in his eyes. Kyzer doesn’t budge, just lets a grin come across his face.

Kyzer: You want a fight?

Shields: Yes.

Kyzer: Then get out to the ring, because the triple threat is now a four way match.

Shields grins and turns to leave, and The Revolution attacks him out of nowhere. Kurt and Manny lay into Shields with their trusty lead pipes. The beat down their opponent for Super Brawl until Kyzer finally steps in.

Kyzer: I think that you have gotten your fight. If you can make it to the ring go out there and have another fight. I hope you can crawl your way to Super Brawl.

Thunder vs. Joe Kessen vs. Christian Shields

The scene changes to the ring. "Money" by Pink Floyd begins to play. As the cash register sound ends and the music begins, Thunder walks towards the ring. He reaches the apron and climbs the turnbuckle, taunting the fans. “Iron Man” hits the speakers and Joe Kessen comes running out to the ring, giving the fans high fives. He slides into the ring. "The Crimson" by Atreyu hits the speakers but Christian Shields doesn’t show. The ref decides to start the match anyways. Kessen and Thunder lock up. Kessen take Thunder down with an armdrag. Kessen follows it up with a dropkick to Thunder. Kessen pulls Thunder up and irish whips him into the corner. Kessen charges and Thunder suddenly dashes out of the corner and grabs Kessen. Thunder delivers a vicious spinebuster to Kessen. Thunder follows it up with a Texas cloverleaf. Kessen manages to get to the ropes. Thunder breaks the hold and lays some boots into the back of Kessen. Thunder pulls Kessen up and lays him out with a short arm clothesline. Thunder climbs to the top and leaps off for a flying elbow. Kessen moves at the last second and Thunder crashes to the mat. Kessen waits for Thunder to stand and nails a vicious superkick to the jaw. Kessen is suddenly taken down as Christian Shields comes out of no where and hits a running calf kick to Kessen. Shields slowly gets to his feet. He climbs to the top rope, and leaps off. He nails Kessen with a frog splash. Before he can make a pin, Thunder pulls him off and nails a Double Underhook Backbreaker. Shields spits up some blood as Thunder starts to pull him up again. Shields collapses. Thunder laughs at the hurt Shields. He just leaves him and turns to Kessen. He starts to pull Kessen up. Suddenly Kessen comes up and hits a RKO. Kessen pins Thunder.

1…2…3!!!

Winner: Joe Kessen

Promo #2
We find ourselves back to Alex Sean, back to the blue background.


Matthew Werner: So tell us how you got started, where’d it all come from?


Alex Sean: Well, I first started after being recruited by Mike Vengeance for the XWA when they first opened… Hrm.


Matthew Werner: What?


Alex Sean: Sorry, I haven’t spoken Vengeance’s name in years. Hell, I don’t even know what he’s doing. Last I remember was him being banished from the XWA shortly before… my incident.


Matthew Werner: So how about your history in the XWA?


Alex Sean: Oh it was fantastic. Vengeance taught me a lot, how to fly without killing myself, how to work a good quick match that grabs attention. I was lucky to come into a company that had no real stars which allowed me to become a main eventer pretty quick. Hell, did you know I was the first XWA Cruiserweight and Tag Team Champion?


Matthew Werner: I think I read that somewhere… How about the XWA Title?


Alex Sean: *ahem* No… I never won that… May as well have, though. I practically invented DGX, hell I was his big, main event, establishing win. Of course that was more or less what led to me being blackballed, but whatever. I was actually already in the WFWF at the time.


Matthew Werner: Oh really? How’d you start out up there?


Alex Sean: Actually, ironically, it had nothing to do with wrestling. I had started off as a couple of friends of mine asking me if I wanted to be involved in this angle they were doing for the WFWF; Those friends being BadassDiva and Goober. They more or less wanted me to show up and be part of their little n.W.o thing. Pretty lame, but they were my buds, so I agreed. Of course since XWA owned my name and shit, I had to come in as Sean X. I started off as a manager for them, but once XWA blackballed me I decided to start wrestling for them.


Matthew Werner: Did you get to use Alex Showtime?


Alex Sean: Nah, not then. I did, however, change my name to Sean eX. That was uh… Finley’s idea. He figured, X was goofy but if it were eX, I could be eXcellent, eXtreme, you know… stuff like that.


Matthew Werner: Sure.


Alex Sean: Yeah but I had a pretty successful run for those times. Co-held the IC Title with STH2000, eventually lost that to Stu interestingly enough. I had a big cruiserweight title feud with MB35 and won that. Hardcore title over Zero, who was using one of his other gimmicks around that time. Um… Oh, and the first Anointed sort of there. Which was me, Zero, and Destroyer. This was around the time Destroyer had his incredible match with The Shape over the World Title. But I felt kinda spent after all that. I had been talking with Frost a lot and he agreed that my place wasn’t really the WFWF-V, so I ended up joining up with the RP branch and even won the tag titles with The Shape over there. Then I ended up owning it.


Matthew Werner: I’ve heard less than stellar reviews of your ownership there.


Alex Sean: Yeah, well frankly, they kept shifting co-owners out on me. First I had Harv, then I had Frost, then Destroyer, eventually I just said “fuck it” and quit. I quit for a while, actually. I didn’t come back until… Well, until… that time…


We find ourselves suddenly and roughly to a shaky, tripod view of Alex Sean, Matthew Werner, and the man who usually operates the camera, going unnamed at the moment.


Matthew Werner: Can I ask you something off the record?


Werner winks at the camera man, who gives him a modest and, from Sean’s side, undetected thumbs up.


Alex Sean: Shoot.


Matthew Werner: What is it you have against MOD?


Alex Sean: Frankly, he’s a symbol. Personally, I have nothing against him. Personally, he means nothing. Hell, I don’t have an issue with him. But MOD represents something. He represents the wasted potential that lives through the veins of the WFWF. He’s someone who could’ve been something great, but was wasted by time and mediocrity. To look at MOD now is to look at a post-rigor mortis afflicted corpse. His veins have dried of blood and his heart doesn’t even beat anymore. He’s dead inside, and so is his career… And if he keeps fucking with us, he’ll be buried pretty god damn soon too.


Matthew Werner: You say it isn’t personal, but what about Mikael West?


Sean goes moments without speaking, taking out only time to sigh.


Matthew Werner: Well?


Alex Sean: Look… Mikael… Mike was my greatest student. I loved that kid. I would’ve died for that kid. You know what he did to me?


Matthew Werner: You told me the sto…


Alex Sean: Do you understand it? You don’t seem to get it. He broke my heart that day. He broke my heart. I loved him like he was my son and he tossed me aside with the trash. So is it personal with him? Of course. But truthfully? I still love the kid, he’s still my protégé he was back in 2003. I don’t hate him for what he did… But I don’t forgive him.


Matthew Werner: But as a student?


Alex Sean: As my student… As my son, more or less, I’m willing to fucking break his neck for my cause. That’s the truth. That’s for real.


We fade…

The screen fades to the back. The room itself is empty at the arena where ZMaster is standing right now looking straight into a camera.

ZMaster: Respect. Something’s that never been handed to me but earned over time. For you CBT, it’s about you gaining respect from everyone in WFWF. While I can respect you, you just have to realize that to gain respect to get to the top, you have to do it in a convincing matter.

The mountain is a long way to climb not just in the respect level but to the top of WFWF’s elite. When I got the championship, it was a moment that could never be duplicated. CBT, I sure hope you realize that just because you face me doesn’t mean you automatically get a shot to the top. At Superbrawl IV, the time will come to see where you stand.

ZMaster leaves the room to get ready to head out for his upcoming match with Master of Destruction.

The Bronx Bomber vs. Miguel Sanchez

“Survive” blasts over the arena’s PA and The Bronx Bomber steps out onto the stage with a his usual entrance attire of a bandana and a Yankee’s jersey on. He flicks off the crowd on his way down to the ring laughing at their jeers and insults. He steps into the ring under the top rope and jumps around warming up. The arena now goes black..... Calle 13's "Suave (Remix)" begins to boom throughout the arena. As soon as the music starts, red, white and green lights begin to hover over the stage flashing simultaneously. Soon after the words break out, Miguel steps from behind the curtains and looks at the fans. He then puts his arms above his head and looks up. He then puts his arms down and points his head to the ring and then continues to walk down the ramp. Miguel then slides into the ring and climbs the turnbuckle and opens his arms and soaks in the crowd's reaction. As Miguel poses The Bomber gets bored and begins his assault before the bell. He drives a forearm into the back of Miguel and then sets him up on his shoulders. He then jumps backward and slams Sanchez hard into the mat. The Bomber is up quickly and lifts Miguel to his feet. He delivers a hard right hand followed by a left and then another right. Miguel staggers backward and The Bomber boots him in the gut bending him double. He then sets Miguel’s head between his legs and flips him upward onto his shoulders. He rams him back first into the mat with a powerbomb but doesn’t stop at one. He lifts him up again and slams him a second time he then tries for a third powerbomb but can not find the strength and so he leaves Miguel on his back and flips over his head, still holding his legs, going for the pin.

1………..2...kick out!

The Bomber is up and begins to climb the turnbuckle. Miguel struggles to his feet only to see The Bomber flying toward him with a missile dropkick. Sanchez drops to the mat again and watches The Bronx Bomber soar over him and connect with the ring mat. Sanchez now gets up and begins to stomp away on him. He then lifts him up to his feet and goes for a suplex. He hits it and The Bomber clutches the small of his back as Sanchez lifts him back up again and hits another quick suplex. Miguel then drags The Bomber to his feet once more only this time he attempts a DDT. He drops down but The Bomber rolls all the way over and hooks Miguel’s leg as he rolls.

1…...kick out!

Both men are now up and they lock up near the ropes. Miguel pushes against The Bomber and he has the back of his neck pressed against the top rope. He pushes harder and The Bomber’s neck is now bent over the top rope. He holds him there until The Bomber boots Miguel in the bollocks. Miguel turns away and holds them as his face turns a strange shade of green. The Bomber laughs and then runs at Sanchez from behind and hits a running bulldog. Sanchez’s face hits the mat and The Bomber sits on his back and locks in a katahajime. He chokes Miguel out and the ref lifts his arm up.

1………..
2…………
3!

Winner—The Bronx Bomber

We now see the owner’s office with Drakz and Kyzer falling around the room laughing hysterically.

Kyzer—”You actually did that?”

Drakz—”Build em up then knock em down I always say”

Kyzer—”HAHAHA never a truer word spoken my friend. Oh by the way have you decided on your match stip for Superbrawl yet?”

Drakz—”Yeah, and I get the feeling you’re gonna like it. I’m gonna announce it later on tonight.”

Kyzer—”Right. I think it’s time for a spliff.”

Drakz—”You know me to well”

The two of them sit themselves down on the sofas opposite each other and both begin to skin up, laughing as they do so. A knock comes at the door and it opens. The Kyzerlings come in dragging the bodies of the Warner Siblings. Kyzer laughs.

Kyzer: Take them to the ring so Kurt and Manny can pick the remains.

Meg Warner and Morgan Warner vs. The Revolution (Kurt Burton and Manny C)

“Stay Away” by Nirvana plays as the scene changes back to the ring. The Chords play as Kurt and Manny step out of the curtain. Kurt Swings a lead pipe, menacing the crowd, but Manny is all business, pumping his fists and preparing for the fight. They where matching Revolution T-shirts to the ring, and whip them off upon entrance. They then stand in the middle of the ring, and flip off the crowd. The Kyzerlings emerge from the curtain carrying the unconscious Warner siblings. They toss them in the ring and the ref rings the bell. Manny and Kurt both pin Meg and Morgan at the same time.

1…2…3!!!

Winners: The Revolution

Master of Destruction vs. Zmaster

The lights go out. Lots of fire begins to form on the screen for the entrance. Explosion hits the air and the ramp catches fire and forms a square. A man begins to rise up there and it's ZMaster with Step Up playing. The crowd begins to cheer and then starts walking down the ramp with a serious look. He looks at the cheering crowd and then goes to the ring. He enters the ring and raises his arms in the air forming an x and drops them down violently and causes an explosion on all 4 corners of the ring. Before the flames have dulled the lights go out and the opening of “Bang Bang You’re Dead” plays out the 30-second mark, just before the words, this a small burst of silver pyrotechnics. As the song continues spotlights flash over the entrance way. A few seconds or so later, Master of Destruction appears through the curtain. He walks a few paces and then stops, surveying the crowd. At about the 1 minute, 15 second mark, just as the song comes to the main chorus a display of gold pyrotechnics comes soundlessly shooting from the entrance way (think Christian in his first real singles run entrance). The song continues as Master of Destruction slowly swaggers to the ring occasionally stopping to shake his head in disgust at the fans. He walks up the steel steps and climbs into the ring. He then nonchalantly climbs two of the four turnbuckles, one after the other and just stares out at the capacity crowd. He steps down and then stands patiently in the ring eyeing up his fellow hall of famer ZMaster. The bell rings and the two men start to circle the ring in an act of showmanship. They lock up in the centre of the ring and begin to push wildly against one another. ZM having the obvious size advantage throws MOD onto his back. MOD rolls backward and ends back on his feet. He then runs at ZMaster and hits a dropkick to his knee sending ZMaster down onto his other one. MOD is back up and he locks in a cobra clutch on ZMaster to try and wear him down straight away. ZM however stands up with MOD on his back. Master of Destruction is dwarfed compared to ZM and is then squashed by him as ZMaster jumps backward. ZMaster drags MOD to his feet only to drop him again with a scoop slam. He then lifts him back up and this time drops him spine first on his knee with a huge backbreaker. MOD yelps but the big man lifts him up yet again but this time lifts him up and lays him across his shoulders. He then walks over to the ring ropes and proceeds in dropping MOD throat first on the top one. MOD bounces backward and his head slams against the mat followed by a boot to the face from ZM. ZMaster delivers a couple more boots to MOD before dragging him back to his feet. He then whips him into the turnbuckle and goes to follow up with a shoulder block but MOD hits the deck and leaves the ring. ZMaster connects with the turnbuckle and stumbles backward before having his feet pulled out from underneath him by MOD. ZMaster's face hits the mat and MOD climbs the apron. He then leap frogs the top rope and hits an elbow drop on the back of ZMaster's skull. MOD now climbs the turnbuckle that ZMaster just collided with and waits for ZMaster to stand back up. With ZMaster up but stunned MOD leaps and aims for a cross body but is caught. ZMaster then throws MOD's face away from him and sits down slamming MOD with a face-buster like manoeuvre. He then goes for the cover.

1..........2.........kick out!

ZMaster wastes no time in pulling MOD back to his feet and delivering a shot to the throat. MOD bends double holding his neck and ZMaster grabs him in a gut-wrench position. He then flings him upward with ease but MOD slides down the back of ZM and rolls him up with a sunset flip.

1.......kick out!

ZMaster rolls backward and is on his feet while MOD is still sat on the mat in front of him. ZMaster kicks MOD flat in the face with his size 16 boot and MOD's nose begins to bleed. ZMaster now drags the hurting MOD to his feet and looks to end this thing and regain the belief of the WFWF fans that he can still wrestle one on one. He boots MOD in the gut and sets him up for "The Death Sentence." He throws him into the air and goes for the 1st powerbomb. MOD rolls around ZMaster's head and then falls forward slamming ZM's face into the mat with a facebuster. He then makes the cover.

1.........2............kick out!

MOD is up and stalks ZMaster for the "Peak of Destruction." ZMaster is up and MOD grabs him. He tries to lift him but ZMaster is far too heavy. MOD then rolls forward and locks in a small package.

1...............2................3!

Winner - Master of Destruction

MOD rolls out of the ring as Zmaster gets to his feet. CBT leaps out of the crowd and slides into the ring. He surprises Zmaster with a german suplex to the big man. CBT quickly locks in El Empuje on the big man. The ref calls out other officials to help him get CBT of the legend. CBT finally releases the hold and stands over Zmaster’s fallen body. A grin comes over CBT’s face as he walks away from the ring.

Trent Draven vs. Reverend Shadow

As we return from commercial break, Trent Draven is alreading in the ring, waiting for his opponent Reverend Shadow. Mozarts Requiem Lacrimosa begins to play as the lights dim in the arena and the entrance admits a green glow and fog envelopes the entrance way. The Reverend then appears through the mist with his bible locked tightly his right hand as he walks down to the ring. He gets down the ramp and walks to the left and goes up the stairs slowly and gets into the ring calmly. He then stands solemnly in his corner praying to himself as his music slowly fades out and the lights brighten back to where they were.
Right from the bell, Trent comes and attacks Rev in the corner. But Rev takes him down at the legs and starts whaling on him, with closed fists to the face. Trent tries to back his way towards the corner on the opposite side of the ring, but Rev comes at him with knees, first to the gut, then the face, quickly busting Trent open. He lifts a bloody Trent up, bounces off the ropes, and delivers a brutal Clothesline from Heaven on the crimson Trent Draven.
Rev then goes over to the corner he left his bible and prepares to hit the unconsious Trent Draven, but then smiles and puts it back down. Covering Trent Draven for the

1.. 2.. 3!

Winner: Reverend Shadow

Reverend Shadow starts walking up the ramp when The Kyzerlings walk out in front of him from the back. Suddenly he is caught from behind by Michael Kyzer himself. Kyzer nails him with a running forearm shot that send him right into the jackals. One Kyzerling meets Rev. with a brutal clothesline. Two others grab him and throw him into the air. Rev. goes up and comes down hard on the metal. Kyzer has a microphone as he stands over Rev.

Kyzer: At Super Brawl, you are going to find out that you have been praying to the wrong f*cking god. You and I are going to compete in a KAV match. It won’t end until one person suffers such intense injuries that the ref allows the match to end. The KAV’s that will be inflicted upon you will be nothing compared to this. I haven’t been in the ring in a while, but I am going to show you and everyone else why I am still the f*cking King of the WFWF.

Kyzer starts to walk past Reverend Shadow but stops.

Kyzer: One last thing, bring your Jesus, I want to beat the f*ck out of him too.

Promo #4
We find ourselves outside, our perspective shaky with weeds and branches scratching the glass eye of our vision. Past the immediate distance, we notice specifically Alex Sean. He walks with a meaning, unclean and unshaved, he walks on towards a house in the distance. We wait, we watch him walk and stay ready in the silence, until a woman walks out the front door and down the steps towards Sean. This woman with red hair wearing casual clothes is instantly recognizable as Sean’s former valet Willow, his supposed real life past girlfriend and eventual ex-wife. At first it is hard to hear until the planted Microphone in Sean’s front, shirt pocket takes effect.


Alex Sean: Hey Beck! It’s great to see you again, rea…


Willow: What’s this all about?


Alex Sean: This?


Willow: You coming to my house uninvited. Especially after, well you know.


Alex Sean: Right. Well I mean.


Willow: It’s been almost two years. We haven’t talked or seen each other in two years. Not since the last court date. Did you take those counseling sessions they suggested?


Alex Sean: Err.. not exactly.


Willow: Still wrestling?


Alex Sean: You mean you don’t follow?


Willow: No, I haven’t in a long time. You know that.


Alex Sean: I know. I just hoped, maybe… I dunno.


Willow: Well I haven’t. What is it? Couldn’t find something?


Alex Sean: No, I’m all okay with… finding things.


Willow: You’ve called me many nights asking for lost hats and stuff. You were probably drunk.


Alex Sean: I… I just called to talk. I wanted us to be friends, you know.


Willow: Is that why you’re here? To be “friends”.


The two pause, the mocking air quotes stinging Sean clearly.


Alex Sean: Well, no. I’ve come here because I need you back. I love you.


Willow: Wha.. What the fuck? What the fuck is that? God damn it.


Willow turns around and storms towards her door. Sean quickly runs after her, grabbing her shoulder.


Alex Sean: Rebecca wait. Just please listen to me for a second, give me a chance.


Willow: I left you for a reason. I was tired of giving you cha…


Alex Sean: I just want to talk, ple…


Willow: I was also fucking tired of you interrupting me during sentences.


She rests her hand on her hip and they both share a quick, if not dark laugh at their past troubles.


Alex Sean: Well at least I stopped dying my hair, right?


Willow: Yeah, that blonde thing looked intellectually- disabled.


Alex Sean: I would appreciate it if you stopped using that kind of language. I always hated that shit, you swearing all over the place.


Willow: If you’re so bothered by what I say then why are you even here?


Alex Sean: Because see, I’m willing to look past all that shit. I always have been. I’ve always cared and I cared about you the most until you left.


Willow: You know that’s a lie.


Alex Sean: And I was a fucking asshole and I know that. And you left me and I thought we were done. Maybe you were right to… No, you were. I was real fucked up then and I know that. Look, I’ve had some problems and I’ve had some real issues but I’ve cleaned that all up. I’m different now.


Willow: Well, you’re still wrestling… So there’s something I’m not too fond of. How about drinking?


Alex Sean: Not so much. I never drank that much… Maybe. Okay, go on.


Willow: You need money?


Alex Sean: Not at all. I’m actually kind of rich. No seriously, it’s great.


Willow: You’re an ass.

Alex Sean: No I really mean it. Long story short, I sucked up a company’s profits and it died up so now I’m like a millionaire or some shit. It’s fucking great.


Willow: Well you’re not drunk and poor, that’s an improvement. You smoke?


Alex Sean: Sometimes, you know when I’m stressed out or thin…


Willow: I’m talking about pot. You still smoke pot?


Alex Sean: Ehh.. a little. Here and there… That’s never been an issue.


Willow: Yeah well how many times did I have to talk to asshole promoters and convince them to not fire you for being high all the time?


Alex Sean: Hahaha… Yeah… The ironic thing is the owner of the WFWF is a big drug addict. It’s kind of funny. I smoke with him sometimes, it’s great. I mean he’s kind of out there but…


Willow: See it’s that shit that I can’t take. It’s always a promotion with you. It’s always a company like eh WFWF or XWA or something. And then it’s always an angle. You’re always going back for some storyline that means everything. What is it now? Frost or what?


Alex Sean: That’s not what this is about.


Willow: Tell me this isn’t about a company you’re in. Give me that promise.


Alex Sean: Maybe so, but is that important?


Willow: It’s very important. Because it’s always just a gimmick with you or something. You never care about anything.


Alex Sean: I know it was like that. But believe me, I’ve changed. It’s all different now. I was real fucked up after we broke up. And then I went to XWA and back to WFWF and all that stuff. It took me a while to get it together but then I co-founded the FCE in 04 and ran HALO and everything. I made a lot of money. Now, I’m back in WFWF and it’s really important. The thing is… Well, I’ve found myself facing Mikael West and that Master of Destruction kid.


Willow: Hah… Wow, Mike. I remember him.


Alex Sean: The truth is, I’ve loved you forever since we met, I always will. I didn’t care about it at the time, but I was young and you need to forgive me eventually for my mistakes. More importantly, I’ve realized I can’t do this alone. I have friends and allies, but I can’t live my life happily on my own. I can’t put this WFWF behind me ever if I’m alone. I could go out and find something fake, or I could come here to your doorstep and finally acknowledge something this real. I still love you, I was just too ignorant to notice. Maybe that’s my mistake, but I’m trying to make up for it now. And maybe you’ve ignored it, but I know you feel it.


Willow: How the fuck do you know that?


Alex Sean: Because you haven’t seen one man in the near three years we’ve been separated. Tell me that’s not true.


Willow: … What have you been fucking spying on me?


Alex Sean: No, I just know you haven’t. And you definitely haven’t fucked anyone, Rebecca, I can certainly tell that. I haven’t either. I just didn’t think about any of that. Now I am. You left me because I was poor, blind, and dedicated and vengeful. You left me because you’d seen me at my worst and knew I was going to hit rock bottom again and you didn’t want to be involved. I know that. But now I’m different. I’m a different man. I’m actually a man now, and I’ve been a man for a while. I’m asking you to give this a chance and be my side as I revolutionize wrestling and change this vicious cycle it’s been in and can put it behind me. I know you don’t care about my revolution or the WFWF or any of that shit, but as god as my witness I can testify today that you, Rebecca Marie Sean still care about me and I think you’ll give this a chance again. I just know it. You have to. Please.


She pauses for a moment. They stare in each other’s eyes until she approaches him and takes his hand.


Willow: … Boy… that’s one hell of a fucking pitch. But tell me…


Alex Sean: Hrm?


Willow: Do I have to use that fucking “Willow” name bullshit this time?


They both share a laugh as Sean rips the microphone out of his pocket and stares directly at us, directly past the bushes. The two embrace and share a kiss. Our feed begins to become lost… or fe… our… static… blue… static…. fade…

Drakz vs. Yukio Blaze

The light's goes out in the arena, then the begining note of "Miseria Cantare" play's over the P.A. Smoke start's to fill the entrance way. The drum beat start's to play and Yukio Blaze come's out from the titan tron to a standing ovation while the crowd still sing's. Yukio drop's down to his knee's then look's around the arena at the fan's. He get's off the ground and take's his time to get in the ring and admire's the crowd in the process. Get's in the ring and walk's over the a turnbuckle and climb's to the middle buckle and throw's up the V-1 Sign with his right hand and take's his left hand and grip's his right wrist to make devil horn's. He then jump's down and then wait's for his opponent. Moonwalker echoes around the arena, when the sample finishes playing and the tune drops a strobe light flickers on and off and Drakz walks out onto the stage. He has no set taunt for the rest of his entrance, he just acts how he is feeling at the time. The two stare off as the bell sounds. Drakz suddenly spits what looks like liquor into the face of Yukio, blinding him. Drakz boots Yukio in the gut and nails a DDT. Drakz mocks Yukio for falling for that trick and kicks at his blind opponent. Drakz grabs Yukio from behind and nails a german suplex. He hangs on and hits a second one. Drakz releases the move and mocks Yukio some more. Drakz pulls Yukio up and irish whips him into the corner. Drakz charges and nails a jumping splash on Yukio. Drakz quickly hops on the second turnbuckle with Yukio in the corner still. Drakz hits a hurricanrana, and follows it with a pin.

1…Kickout!!!

Drakz pulls Yukio up and irish whips him into the ropes. Yukio hops up on the ropes and rebounds off with a springboard elbow on Drakz. Yukio uses the change in momentum to hit a pendulum elbow. Yukio pulls Drakz up and hits a pele kick. Yukio climbs up tope and leaps off for a corkscrew Moonsault. Drakz moves a the last minute and Yukio hits the mat hard. Drakz leaps up and grabs Yukio by the hair throwing him to the outside. Drakz leaps over the top rope with a double stomp to the fallen Yukio. Drakz pulls Yukio up and irish whips him into the ring post. Yukio’s shoulder hits the post and he bounces off holding it. Drakz runs and hits a dropkick to the face of Yukio. Drakz pulls Yukio up and slides him into the ring. He gloats some and pulls Yukio up. He hooks him for a german suplex and lifts him. Yukio sails over Drakz’s head and lands on his feet. He quickly hits a lung blower on Drakz laying both men out at the moment. Yukio rolls over to pin Drakz but doesn’t even get one. Yukio uses the ropes to pull himself up as Drakz gets to his feet also. Yukio charges and Drakz nails a superkick to the face of Yukio. Drakz pulls Yukio up and pulls him to the corner. Drakz hits a elbow to the face and leaps up on the second rope with Yukio for a DDT. Yukio suddenly jumps on the bottom turnbuckle and reverses it into a northern lights suplex. Yukio bridges for the pin.

1…2…Kickout!!!

Drakz gets to his feet and runs Yukio into the corner. Drakz hits a knee to the stomach of Yukio and lifts him up for a powerbomb. Drakz slams Yukio onto the mat hard, but hangs on. He lifts Yukio again and slams him a second time. Drakz doesn’t let go and slams him a third time. He still refuses to let go as he lifts Yukio up for a fourth one. Drakz takes a step back into the corner with Yukio still up. Drakz steps on the bottom turnbuckle and nails a fourth powerbomb on Yukio. Drakz climbs to the top rope and looks down at the fallen Yukio. Drakz leaps off and nails The Dub Splash. Drakz goes for the pin.

1…2…3!!!

Winner: Drakz

Drakz now rolls to the outside of the ring and grabs a steel chair. He slides back in and stalks Yukio who is struggling to stand. Yukio then turns around to face him and is met by a cringe worthy shot to the face. He falls backwards against the ropes and bounces forward again only to be nailed with another shot. Yukio drops to his knees with a glazed look in his eyes as Drakz nails him a third time, busting him open and sending him face down on the mat. Drakz then shouts to the ring announcer who throws him a mic.

Drakz—”Well now that’s dealt with on to bigger issues. Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls. Superbrawl IV is upon us and the double main event features not one but both of this fed’s owners.”

Drakz milks the moment and looks around at the crowd who cheer at the thought of the PPV and its matches.

Drakz—”As I am sure you all now I enjoy putting on a show you can all enjoy. I enjoy doing things a little differently. Which is why my match stip at Suprbrawl has to be a little bit different.”

Drakz milks the moment some more and smirks at the excited audience.

Drakz—”Ladies and gents at Superbrawl IV my half of the main event will be “The man of the Hour” Josh vs Trent Draven vs yours truly in………..am Xicutioners playground!”

The crowd explodes with roars of approval and Drakz shakes his head laughing to himself.

Drakz—”Nah nah I’m just yankin your chain. Why would I let that b*tch Draven get to headline the biggest PPV of the year in a match he created? The match stipulation at Superbrawl is going to be................ an ultimate Taipei Death Match”

The crowd loves the very mention of the match as Drakz throws the mic back to the announcer. Yukio is now up, staggering around and Drakz picks the chair up again. He swings it back and looks to nail Yukio one last time but stops and drops the chair mid swing. Yukio had lifted his arms up to shield himself from the blow but there was no blow, leaving him looking like a fool. Drakz laughs to himself as he slides from the ring and swaggers back up the ramp and backstage. The scene fades to snow as Odium goes off the air.