Milwaukee Live Show Results

Singles Match
Kurt Burton vs. Jay Mayhem

The bell sounds and the match is under way. Mayhem comes running in and is met with a flying clothesline from Burton that seems to take his head off. Mayhem’s neck whips back violently as he crashes to the mat.

JO: Aggressive clothesline from Kurt Burton.

RM: Burton isn’t someone to be played with. You don’t just get given championships around here..

Burton drags Mayhem back to a vertical base and locks him into a suplex position, snapping him up and over, but dropping him onto the ropes with a vile pop, hitting a picture perfect slingshot suplex. Burton up to his feet and playing a little air guitar.

JO: A nice slingshot suplex there..

RM: But it may be a mistake from Burton, not following up or possibly going for a pinfall.

JO: Too much head banging make Burton loco.

Burton drags Mayhem back up to his feet and nails a reverse DDT, again going back to his air guitar for a couple of strokes.

JO: Slop drop there from Kurt Burton, shades of Henry O. Godwinn.

RM: With a touch of Man Mountain Rock.

Burton drags Mayhem up once more, going for a rear waist lock. He lifts Mayhem up and drops him across the knee with an atomic drop, but holds on. He lifts Mayhem a second time, this time dropping him with a back breaker, but he holds onto the left arm and drags Mayhem back to a rear waist lock, throwing him with a German suplex.

RM: WFWF Superbrawl is brought to you by Skittles, taste the rainbow!

JO: That’s kind of gay.. Taste the rainbow..

RM (ignoring): Superbrawl is only on Pay Per View. Call your local cable or satillite provider and ask for it by name!

JO: Or, if you’re not in the stone age like Ray Mano, just push the buttons on your channeler until you find it on one of the Pay Per View channels..

Burton pulls Mayhem back to a vertical base once more and Mayhem is able to fight him off this time. Mayhem with a chop and he takes off running into the ropes. Mayhem hits his double knee dive finisher, which he calls the Mayhem bomb, for no apparent reason, since it isn’t a bomb. Regardless, Burton goes down momentarily and Mayhem goes for a cover, 1... Kick out from Burton.

RM: Kick out at a count of one!

JO: Perhaps if his finish was described better, he could have got two.

Mayhem into the ropes and goes for a cross body block, but Burton catches him and drops him with a back breaker. He pulls him back up and slides into a neck breaker, but doesn’t release it and flips it into an inverted DDT.

RM: The Hits Keep on Coming!

JO: Do all his moves have musical references?

RM: Better than CBT, where everything has a lame misspelling to be cute, despite the pronunciation being the same, thus making us look intellectually- disabled because no one actually reads our commentary, but hears it.

JO: You‘re right on one hand.. No one actually reads our commentary.

RM: Purple monkey dishwasher panic attack birth control

Mayhem up with a couple of weak chops. Burton catches the arm and locks in a Ju-jitsu arm bar. The referee down to ask for a submission, but Burton releases the hold. Mayhem stumbles back to his feet slowly and clumsily and Burton swings in with a tornado DDT, spiking Mayhem right onto his head.

JO: Kurt Burton would make a good loan shark.

Burton pulls Mayhem up once more and nails his Acid Crunch. Mercifully, he finishes the match with a count of three.

The Winner: Kurt Burton

Tag Team Match
Justin Tyme and Yukio Blaze vs. Tristan Twilight and JUBA

Despite being a highly athletic contest, Yukio Blaze and Justin Tyme seemed to have the better of Trisitan Twilight and JUBA. Trisitan Twilight knocked Yukio down with a vicous clothesline; Tyma charged into the ring and disposed of Twilight, as JUBA bounced off the ropes and charged into the rising Blaze. Tyme came forward and tripped JUBA down with a drop toe hold as Yukio followed with a vicious curb stomp across the back of JUBA's head. JUBA convulesed in the mat, as Yukio covered him for the victory.

The Winners: Justin Tyme and Yukio Blaze

Backstage, near a bunch of technical equipment, EBR stands, looking slightly bored. He glances over at a near by magazine with some trendy pop singer on the cover, but quickly shrugs off the concept and goes back to doing the nothing that he was previously, when Obo approaches from behind.

Obo: Come to the ring with me.

EBR: Why?

Obo: Because you're not doing anything better. And you'll dig this.

EBR: *shrugs and follows*

"Bite the Hand that Bleeds" by Fear Factory begins to play and Obo casually strolls out onto the stage, followed by the number one contender for the WFWF Heavyweight championship, EBR. The pair stroll to the ring, with Obo sliding in under the bottom rope. EBR waits for a moment for the ropes to be opened for him, but when he realizes this isn't going to happen, rolls in under the bottom rope the same way as Obo.

Obo: In every heart there is a room, a sanctuary safe from storm.. To heal the wounds from lovers past, until a new one comes along.. I spoke to you in cautious tones, you answered me with no pretense.. And still i feel ive said too much, my silence is my self defense..

(EBR gives a suspicious glance, which breaks the intensity of Obo slightly as he continues to speak)

Obo: So for the last seven days or so.. I've been pondering.. I made some mighty big threats regarding the tag team division.. And when I really got to thinking about it.. There's only one man I can honestly say I trust enough to allow them to be my championship partner. I can't say he would add anything to a partnership..

(EBR nods)

Obo: But he seems like the best alternative to *shakes* Percy. Let me introduce to you . . . The Current Big Disappointment . . . The Future Of Nothing . . . God's Gift To Cuban Men . . . The Face Male Pornstars Use For Target Practice . . . The Current Of Suck . . . The Whole Dam Show Plus A Stop In The John . . . Innovation's Innovator of Innovating Innovative Inn Names . . . The Undisputed Champion Of Knuckle Children Production . . . What God Made The First Time He Took A sh*t . . . my partner . . . Tha . . . With An 'A' . . . See Bee Tea!!!!!"

Through the curtain wobbles a sickly old man, barking slightly with each step, scratching as if he has fleas.

Obo: Why is he barking like a dog? I thought he had rabis?

EBR: He's stupid. He probably doesn't know any better.

CBT makes his way into the ring, scratching at his hair as he rolls in. He starts to walk towards EBR and Obo, but trips and falls flat on his face.

Obo: Clean yourself up your dirty skank.

CBT shakes, releasing a sea of dandrum to the mat.

Obo: Now C, I realize that you're facing The Deville this Sunday at Superbrawl.. and that's all well and good.. but will you be able to focus on our tag team title shot? Ya know, to actually earn your title this time.

EBR shrugs a little bit as CBT nods.

Obo: So you're going to take out The Deville?

Again, CBT nods.

Obo: It seems like a done deal.. So CBT.. This Sunday, and tonight.. I have just one thing to say to you.. F*ck You

Through the crowd comes The Deville, who slides in behind CBT and drills him with a devistating STO, dropping him right on his flea bitten head. Obo takes a step forward and jumps up, nailing a double stomp right to the ribs of CBT. EBR reaches into his pocket and throws a crumbled up piece of paper at CBT's downed body.

Obo: That's a F*ck You to idiots who feel the need to stand in the way of what is right. A F*ck You to over rated pieces of sh*t like CBT, the degraded and delirious, who think that they can stand in the same field as immortals like myself, The Deville, and EBR. And specificly, a big F*ck You to the WFWF Tag Team division..

Four-Way-Survival
Wayne McGurk vs. Flamez vs. High Horror vs. Obo

Obo starts the match off with Flamez, both men waste no time and go right to work with shots across the face. Obo gest the better of Flamez and hits him with an elbow across the forehead and follows up with a dropkick across the shin, Flamez hits the ground and rolls out of the ring. Wayne McGurk comes in and takes Obo down with a vicious clothesline. Wayne pics Obo up and sends him into the ropes, but The High Horror reaches out and tags himself in with a blind tag on Obo. The High Horror charges towards Wayne McGurk with a big boot, but McGurk ducks it. McGurk charges off the ropes with a big boot of his own, but Horror ducks it, Wayne turns over, and the High Horror hits him a side-effect. Wayne motions out as Flamez flies into the ring with a missle dropkick taking Horror out of the match; Flamez charges towards the rising McGurk, but McGurk catches him and plants him on the mat with a clothesline. Wayne motions away from Horror and Flamez; picking his spot as both men return to the vertical base. McGurk charges forward and plants the High Horror with the big boot, but Obo sneaks up from behind and traps McGurk in a roll up... 1... 2... Flamez breaks up the three count. Flamez takes Obo, kicks him in the gut and sets him up for a powerbomb, but Obo reverses with a hurricanrana. Flamez stumbles onto his feet, and Obo knocks him with the charging Yakuza kick. Obo covers it, but McGurk breaks it up before the referee can begin the three count. Obo pushes Wayne away, but Wayne knocks Obo down with the Polish Hammer. Wayne sets Obo for the Dead End, but High Horror bonuces off the ropes and knocks McGurk out with the big boot across the face; Obo crashing upon the fallen McGurk. Obo rolls away as Horror takes McGurk down with the Hangman's Horror; High Horror covers McGurk... 1... 2... Obo crahses down from the top rope with the Rise of the Dead, the double stomp across the back of High Horror's head. Obo pushes Horror off McGurk and covers Horror... 1... 2... McGurk reaches over... 3... McGurk could not break up the pin.

The Winner: Obo

Main Event
Singles Match
Pierce Deville vs. Reverend Shadow

In what was sure to be a match for the ages, Pierce Deville took on Reverend Shadow; with both Ellie~! and ThaCBT ringside. For most of the match, the former WFWF World Heavyweight Champion threw in everything he had, but could not get the better of the National Champion, Pierce Deville. It was when Deville took the ref out with the charging European Uppercut, did ThaCBT slide in the bible into the ring, giving Shadow the advantage he needed to wipe Deville out with the bible thumb; Shadow even going so far as to turn Deville over to pound the bible into Deville's face, until the National Champion slowly drew blood. ThaCBT came into the ring to hold down Deville, but Ellie~! rushed into the ring and took ThaCBT down with a blatant low-blow. Shadow motioned off Deville to confront Ellie~!, but he too suffered a low-blow, this time at the hands of Pierce Deville. Shadow hit the mat, as Deville applied the Soprano. Ellie~! shook the referee off his daze, the referee motioned up to find Reverend Shadow tapping out to Pierce Deville.

The Winner: Pierce Deville

We now cut to the arena parking lot, where we find Wayne McGurk smoking a cigarette. Wayne blows away a puff of smoke and flicks away the cigarette as Vanessa Gillespie-McGurk comes to her husband.

Vanessa: Hey.

Vanessa smiles at Wayne; Wayne smiled back at her.

Wayne: Hey babe.

Vanessa takes Wayne's hand and comes into him with her back against him. Wayne closes his eyes as he rests his chin against Vanessa's head.

Vanessa: Hey, you did good tonight.

Wayne: I could've done better though.

Vanessa: Try not to think about it.

Wayne: Consider it forgotten.

The camera pulls directly at Wayne and Vanessa; Wayne wrapping his arms around her.

Wayne: No matter what I do and where I am, I always have one person behind. It's not the beautiful woman who I hold dearly now; no, she rides beside me always. This person is a thorn in the sea of a madding crowd, this thorn is the epitome of all that is wrong in this world.

This thorn is Obo. Now, for the sake of the people I hold dear in this world, I made a promise not to conjure the very existance of Obo.

Vanessa: Conjure... You're using my words.

Wayne smiles at Vanessa.

Wayne: I reckon I am... You're the conjure to my reckon.

Vanessa: Likewise.

Wayne returns his focus on the camera.

Wayne: For the past several months, I have put aside everything I have held against you. And for the past sevarl months I have tried to release all that, but I can't. Because this time around, you were the better man. No matter what I did, you had my number. And to think it was barely two years ago when it was the other way around.

I feel scared almost because it was at SuperBrawl IV did my victory set the motion of monster that you became. But even despite the atrocities you commited against Vanessa, I always had the better of you, because I was the better man, and I knew that.

But today, I don't know that anymore... Because from where we all stand, as of tonight, you really are the better man. And that just pisses me off.

But then you came along, and announced yourself as a particepant on the tag team scramble at SuperBrawl, and by doing that you saved me; gave me the chance to redeem myself. To better things, tonight you introduced Pierce Deville as your partner; another man whose had the better of me. And before I knew it, I saw my redemption become salvation.

I don't care about Chemical Reaction or the Survivor's, their worthless to me; even at my worst I can have the better of them. On SuperBrawl, the only opponents I see will be Obo and Pierce Deville. Take everything you have to take from me, and use it. Because I don't care what I'm gonna do, just as long as I pin either of your shoulders to the mat, I'll be happy. I've already taken you to the dephs of physical hell, the only thing I want to do now, is just have my arm raised when its done.

You can call me selfish, but to me, this isn't a tag team title match anymore.

{There is a large desk in the center of the ring. Sitting at the middle of the table are King Kraig and Napoleon Weisgarber.}

King Kraig: Good evening and welcome to Meet The Press. I’m King Kraig.

Napoleon Weisgarber: J’mappelle Napoleon Weisgarber.

Kraig: English.

Napoleon: Sorry. And I’m Napoleon Weisgarber.

King Kraig: So, let’s get down to business.

Napoleon: Indeed. We’re not paid by commission.

King Kraig: Ladies and gents, your challenger to the World Heavyweight Championship…

{The lighting dims as the infamous overture from “Rocky” is heard over the loud speakers. As it reaches its climax, a gun shot is heard before smoothly transiting into “Made You Look” by Nas. EBR pushes the curtains apart before slowly stepping out onto the stage to cheers from the crowd. He gradually strides down the ramp, looking around the ringside area before reaching the apron. He stands on the outside for a brief moment before swiftly sliding into the ring, immediately propping himself up before mounting the turnbuckles slowly, in unintentional epic fashion. He drops down as the music gradually fades out and lights go back to their normal settings, walking over the far end of the table.}

King Kraig: . . . Thanks. And now, a man who needs no introduction.

Napoleon: Because by now we’re gonna assume its Thunder.

King Kraig: *sigh* Please, show some love to the World Heavyweight Champion of the WFWF . . .

{"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 reaches the apron and climbs the turnbuckle, taunting the fans. Afterwards he sits down in the chair and stares at EBR, who waves.}

King Kraig: There’s a lot of questions and not a lot of time, so let’s get right down to business. For each question, we’ll start with Thunder and then move on to EBR. First question; how much does it mean to you to be competing in the main event of Superbrawl V?

Thunder: Normally I wouldn’t be one to care about stuff like that, because really being champion and therefore being the best is all that matters. I’ve got to be honest though, this does kind of mean a lot to me. Just the fact that I went from being in the opener of Superbrawl IV to the main event of Superbrawl V makes this match mean a lot to me.

Kraig: Well said, And EBR?

EBR: Whole the match may mean a lot to my opponent, I’m sure under most circumstances it means more to me. To have the chance to compete against someone of his caliber is an honor. He’s a great wrestler, potential to go down as one of the best to possibly ever do it. I will look forward to having his name in the Hall of Fame with me.

{EBR turns into the crowd with a humble smile as everyone claps politely.}

Napoleon: Well put. Next question. What strategies are you planning to employ in this match?

Thunder: No offense to you, Napoleon, but I really don’t think it’s the best idea to say right in front of my opponent what I’m planning on doing coming into my match. Although if EBR wants to go into that, I’m all ears, of course.

King Kraig: How poignant. EBR?

EBR: Well, considering that you could just watch my matches, study match film, and get out your own analysis from there explaining my strategy would be a waste of time. But I would definitely advise you too do all of that. You know, for the sake of competition . . . >=).

Napoleon: What the hell was that?

EBR: Me being coy and mysterious. I have an ace up my sleeve if you didn’t get it.

King Kraig: He means that stupid look you gave.

EBR: Ah. Got it from Deville, trying it out.

King Kraig: You looked like you had Down ’s syndrome. I’m gonna ask you to refrain from doing that ever again.

EBR: . . . Damn.

Thunder: And this is my opponent?

Napoleon: No one asked you a question so sit there and look pretty, kay?

Kraig: Moving on now, what does being world champion mean to both of you?

Thunder: That’s pretty simple, Kraig. I pride myself on being the best wrestler in all of the WFWF, and being World Champion solidifies that. Also, being world champion gives that reinforcement we need, the proof to ourselves that we really are good in a tangible sense.

EBR: Great answer. I agree whole heartedly, along with that holding the WFWF World Heavyweight Championship puts your name in the history books with other, great wrestlers. Because if there’s one thing I respect, it’s the history of the WFWF.

{EBR nods as the crowd claps politely once again and Napoleon pulls a handkerchief out of his pocket, wiping his eyes.}

Napoleon: I seriously just got something in my eye, but good answer nonetheless.

Thunder: All he’s doing is basically giving the same answers I am-

Napoleon: WE’LL ASK THE QUESTIONS SO SHUT IT!

Thunder: . . . Fine.

EBR: By the way, you guys are doing a really great job with this.

King Kraig: Of course we are. But refrain from sucking up, please.

EBR: How can it be sucking up if I have nothing to gain? I’m just giving credit where it’s due.

{EBR looks at the crowd as they all “ahhh”.}

Napoleon: Apology accepted.

EBR: I didn’t apologize.

Napoleon: I wasn’t listening so I just randomly picked a phrase and hoped it’d apply. King Kraig?

King Kraig: You two faced off not too long on WFWF television with Thunder coming out the victor. How much does that mean coming into Superbrawl?

Thunder: Well, it was only a few weeks ago that I came out here on Loaded and said since I beat EBR then, I would do it again. I still stand by that statement even though most people out there probably don’t believe, especially EBR himself.

Napoleon: He’s calling you out! You gonna take that bitch move?

EBR: It’s cool. Means nothing to me. I’ll be the first to admit that Thunder beat me, but you wrestle the matches for a reason. If he wants to honestly sit here and think that facing me is nothing that’s his prerogative. It’s all cool, I’ll just do my thing.

King Kraig: Ah, the “no bulletin board material” approach.

EBR: Hey, it’s the biggest show of the year in which he’s defending his own title. Hopefully Thunder would be able to find his own motivation.

Thunder: You sit here with your smug almighty grin and give smart answers, all the while looking like you don’t have a care in the world. And that’s probably true. You probably think you’ll beat me without even breaking a sweat, not even needing the time nor energy to think about the match. That’ll be your downfall right there. I beat you before and I’ll do it again. In fact, I don’t know why we wait for Superbrawl. Let’s get this out of the way right now.

{Thunder rises from his chair as EBR looks to the crowd, amused.}

EBR: I’m not gonna fight you.

Thunder: Not surprising, you being a bitch and all.

{The crowd “oohs” as EBR smirks.}

Thunder: P*ssy.

{Chuckling and shaking his head, EBR slowly rises as the crowd pops. Both EBR and Thunder meet in the center of the ring, staring down one another as Thunder begins trash talking, only slightly audible and barely picked up by the cameras. EBR does the same, and for several moments both men talk over one another before Thunder raises his World Heavyweight Championship. This silences both for only a few seconds as they continue to banter back and forth, the arena in an intense hush as the WFWF logo is shown and the camera slowly fades out.}