Superbrawl V.....

{Calvin Lee is drinking a bottle of water as Jonathon Parker approaches.}

Parker: Hey, Calvin. How’s it going?

Calvin Lee: Pretty good, I have a rather big match tonight and I’m focu-

Parker: Have you seen EBR?

Calvin Lee: No. Why?

Parker: Well, he’s not here.

Calvin Lee: I see. That could be a bit of problem.

Parker: Yeah . . .

Calvin Lee: So like, my match tonight. It’s gonna be a good one-

Parker: Yeah, I have to go. I’ll catch you later.

{Parker walks away as Calvin shrugs.}





Motor City Mayhem

WFWF Hardcore Championship Match

Jake Slash vs Vinson Evorett vs Juba vs Yohan Turdler vs BJ Rocker

The match starts out with a massive scramble, with everyone hitting each other with sloppy moves and weapons. Yohan Turdler swings a Polish Sausage and wallops Juba, who crashes downwards and falls into a big box of glitter. Vinson Evorett grabs Jake Slash and whips him into the ropes, but Slash comes back and hit’s a cross body block. Vinson catches Slash and throws him with a release overhead throw, right into BJ Rocker. Both Slash & Rocker go down.

Ray Mano: Jake Slash down!

Jesse Owens: BJ Rocker as well..

Mano: Yeah, but no one gives a f*ck about him..

Owens: You can’t say _!

Mano: Sure I can, it’s PPV. _, _, ass, _, _ , _ by _.

Juba grabs a bat covered in army men and nails Turdler, who takes the blow with a full fledged back flip, landing on his stomach, but bouncing back to his feet, then collapsing back to his stomach. Juba seems confused, until Vinson Evorett comes from behind and taps him on the shoulder. When he turns around, Vinson hits him with a guitar full of baby powder.

Mano: What’s all that stuff in there?

Owens: Pasta

Mano: Fair enough

Vinson tries to apply his patented Dragon Clutch, but is stopped when Jake Slash comes from behind, locking Vinson in a Dragon Clutch. From behind Slash comes Juba, who locks Slash in a Dragon Clutch. Next is BJ Rocker, who locks Juba in a Dragon Clutch. Turdler is slow back to his feet, and he locks BJ in a Dragon Clutch, leaving everyone locking on a Dragon Clutch except Vinson.

Mano: I’m sure we’re going to here bitching about THAT ONE on the message boards..

Owens: Kay Fabe you b*tch.

Mano: Ehh, suck my ass. I’m getting fired after Superbrawl anyways.

The referee calls for everyone to break their Dragon Clutches. Everyone does as told, except Turdler, because he doesn’t understand English. It comes to benefit, because BJ Rocker taps out.

Mano: BJ Rocker has been eliminated!

Owens: It’s like he was never even here..

Mano: I’ve just been told this match is NOT an elimination match, but BJ Rocker has been eliminated anyways. Maybe now our genius bookers will stop booking him.

Everyone pairs up, Turdler with Slash and Vinson with Juba. Juba grabs a tuba, but gets punched in the stomach by Vinson for trying to make a lame play on words/name joke. Juba doubles over and Jake Slash hit’s a double stomp, leaving Turdler to wonder why they paired off in the first place. Turdler takes this as his chance to exit the ring and grab a hot dog from a near by hot dog from a ringside child. Turdler re-enters the ring with his wiener in hand and gives Jake Slash a drop toe hold. He tries to shove his wiener in Slash’s mouth.

Mano: OH MY GOD! JESSE, DO YOU REALIZE WHAT HE’S DOING??

Owens: Using sexual innuendo for hot dogs and penises in order to turn this match into more of a joke than it already was?

Mano: No you fool, that hot dog has mustard on it! Jake Slash HATES mustard!!!!

Owens: …… oh Jesus..

The mustard touches Slash’s lips and he goes nuts, throwing Turdler from a laying down position up and over the top rope and to the outside. Slash goes to the corner and hits his diving flip leg drop finisher on everyone but Turdler and goes for a pin, but everyone kicks out at once and throws Slash up in the air. He lands down on a fork covered board, impaling him with no less than fifty fork prongs.

Mano: That’s pretty forked up..

Owens: Indeed. Pretty forkin’ awesome too.

Jake Slash stands up and is bloody with forks sticking out of his stomach, but hit’s a lariat on Juba anyways. Slash grabs Juba’s tuba and nails Vinson with it. Turdler gets back in the ring and sneaks behind Jake Slash, nailing the Polish Sausage Cutter into the glitter pit on Jake Slash. Referee down for the count, but the count is broken up at two by Vinson.

Mano: As we stated when BJ Rocker got eliminated, this match is NOT elimination. We’re not entirely sure why the match didn’t end when Rocker got beat, but we’re running with it.

Owens: If that is the only thing that doesn’t make sense following Superbrawl, it’d be a miracle.

Mano: Shout out to Kyzer and Drakz. We miss you guys. Please come back.

Owens: Flaps too.

Mano: F*ck that queer.

Turdler stands up and he’s COVERED in glitter, the glitter covering his entire back and causing him a lot of pain. Vinson from behind and he locks in a Dragon Clutch on Turdler. Turdler falls to the mat and is nearly ready to tap out, but the hold is broken from a Juba-Tuba shot.

Mano: Musical Mayhem from Juba!

Owens: At least he’s not doing the fire thug gimmick any more.

Mano: True dat.

Vinson falls to the mat, while Slash is back to his feet. Juba runs at Slash trying to take him out with a Lariat, when Slash wraps around him and takes him down with a DDT on the chair that is on the mat. With no one around and the ref standing by, Slash covers Juba for the win. The bell rings and the ref hands Slash the Hardcore Title.

Winner By Pinfall and New WFWF Hardcore Champion, Jake Slash



Reckless is pacing up and down in his locker room. One small light is on in the corner. His hands firmly on his side, and anger in his eyes.

I can't take this anymore. I just can't do it. Its hard. I just can't. I mean its impossible I just can't do it.

Reckless knocks off the light, blowing the bulb and it smashed the the floor. The room plunges into darkness.

Maybe I am trying to tell myself something. Maybe I need to take control of the situation. Ha, yes me like. Me like alot. But nobody would care would they? Oh no. Nobody cares about little ol' Reckless do they.

Reckless gets out a lighter from his pocket. He flicks it on and holds it close to his face.

Momma don't care. Papa don't care. They dead. Yeah they long gone. If they cared they would not have gone. Yes thats right. No one cares. I have no friends. Hahaha. But wait. What is one little one like me going to do. Reckless, what am I to do about it? Well I don't know.

Reckless turns on the main lights in the locker room. He drops the lighter.

What does the word friend mean. I have none. No poor me. I have nobody. Can i get myself an aww. Aww poor Reckless. Such a little moaner. BUT I DONT CARE!!! GET OUT OF MY WAY.

Reckless storms out of the room. Slamming the door shut behind him. Glass breaks and he walks away, smashing stuff in his path.




Gateway At Opportunity

Winner Will Get A Guaranteed Loaded Contract


The lights dim down as “Before I forget” plays by Slipknot. Flames shoot from the ramp as Trace Demon walks through the fire, without getting burned. A red glow erupts around the arena as Trace make his way to the ring, throwing leaflets out into the crowd about Satanism as the fans in attendance rip up the leaflets and throw them back at Demon. As Trace enters the ring flames shoot from the turnbuckles, eventually turning off when Trace touches one of the turnbuckles.

*The Mayhem is Here* smoke comes from the entrance way, Me Heart is a Fist plays as four lasers assume the shape of an M, Trace runs down the walkway and slides in to ring as the fans chant his name, Trace stands up and points to the sides as fireworks from two turnbuckles go off.

The two men stalked each other for a moment circling the ring before Demon lunged into a lock up, Demon immediately took control getting Mayhem in a headlock and bringing him down to the mat. But the fans cheered on Mayhem who slowly rose to his feet and nailed an elbow to the gut of Demon.

Mayhem then battled back nailing Demon with an array of right and left hands before sending him flying out the wing with a dropkick. Mayhem ran against the ropes and jumped threw the ropes nailing Demon with a suicide dive.

The two lay down on the floor before eventually getting to their feet and trading blows on the outside as the fans watched on. Mayhem would eventually regain control taking Demon down and rolling him into the ring, quickly following him into the ring. Mayhem went straight for the attack again but Demon hit a Enziguiri from out of nowhere to get back the advantage.

Demon followed it up by quickly locking in the Sharpshooter, Mayhem struggled to get out of it but eventually managed to roll threw it leaving both at opposite sides of the ring staring at each other. Both men got to their feet and locked up in the middle of the ring again, Demon took Mayhem to the corner and nailed him with a knife edge chop. Demon positioned Mayhem in the corner and took a few steps back signaling for the spear, he ran at Mayhem who quickly shifted out the way sending Demon’s arm into the unforgiving steel post.

Mayhem quickly took the advantage taking him down with a German Suplex and locking an Arm Bar onto the injured arm of Demon. Trace tried to struggle to the ropes, but Mayhem just dragged him away and locked it in even harder. Eventually after about a minute of trying to break free he managed to roll to the ropes and get the rope break with Mayhem quickly letting go of the hold.

Demon got to his feet clutching his arm as Mayhem waited for him to get to his feet, Demon turned ducked a clothesline and nailed Mayhem in the face with a superkick, Demon quickly went towards the ropes climbing to the top and signaling for Mayhems own move the Burning Star, but Jay quickly got to his feet and stopped Demon reaching the top rope, he then set him up and hit a superplex.

Demon quickly took advantage and locked in the Triangle Chokehold, Mayhem was grasping for breath as he tried to reach the ropes, but the longer the hold stayed locked in the less likely it seemed Jay Mayhem was going to get out.

Mayhem would eventually roll threw though and get to the ropes, but Demon wouldn’t let go of the hold tightening it harder and harder until the ref had to yank them apart, Demon quickly went for a clothesline but Mayhem came off the ropes and nailed the Mayhem Bomb!

1…
2…
NO!

Somehow Demon kicked out, Mayhem wasn’t shaken though and quickly locked in the Norwegian Chokehold

Demon tried to struggle out for a few minutes but eventually had to tap out allowing Mayhem to pick up the victory and a Mayhem Contract.

{Jonathon Parker wonders around the backstage area, before he catches Obo.}

Parker: Hey, have you seen EBR?

Obo: Seen? Who really sees anything? Through the misery of others, the self loathing egomaniacs who walk these hollowed grounds only see the greed, the mindless dollar signs to blind them from the crimson flowed.

Parker: So . . . no?

Obo: You could say that

Parker: Alright then. That’s all you needed to say . . .

{He walks away as Obo continues down the hall.}






The Rolling Stones' "Sympathy For The Devile" blares through the PA as the WFWF National Champion, Pierce Deville, makes his way dow to the ring.

Jesse Owens: There has been some speculation about whether CBT was going to make it here due to his recent health complications . . . but it looks like the powers that be are going to at least give him the opportunity to show up.

Ray Mano: I hope he does. I wanna see Deville crush that piece of trash.

Ellie~! and Obo are in tow. Deville is clad in a nice Pinstripe Suit; white . . . not at all expecting a match, that's for sure.

Jesse Owens: Either Deville is so confident that he doesn't think he needs to get dressed . . . or he knows something we don't.

Ray Mano: I'll go with answer C . . . all of the above.

Deciding to give the fans a rare treat, being that this is a payperview, Ellie~! enters the ring in the pornstar way made famous by modern-day wrestling divas, the classy gesture that just screams the catchphrase from Little Shop of Horrors. Obo comes down the ramp and joins Deville in the middle of the ring with matching smirks, simultaneously folding their arms over their chests as most of the crowd erupts.

Jesse Owens: I don't think I need to tell anyone that Obo shouldn't be out here.

Ray Mano: And yet you do it anyway. Thank you, Jesse, for so aptly demonstrating your uselessness as a commentator. Let's start a petition to make it a rule that women have to enter the ring like that.

Jesse Owens: Do you want to be the one to tell Kat Hamilton about it?

Ray Mano: I think she already knows.

Pierce leans down and whispers something to Ellie~! as she joins them, ever-waving, that earns him a defiant raspberry. Obo does the same, but his effort earns him odd, slightly disgusted looks from the other two. He shrugs and says something else that makes Deville shake his head, then Pierce is speaking again, curtly. The music dies suddenly when Deville arches an eyebrow toward the backstage area, a microphone given to him from ring announcer Vince Howard half-raised to his lips. Shortly after the crowd quiets to a static murmur, and Deville revels in the relative silence, in having the floor, regarding them smugly, grandly, before speaking with lordly arrogance.

Pierce Deville: Didn't think I could do it, did you?

The audience isn't quite sure what he's talking about, but the delivery is enough to rile their animosity. Boos rain down on the ring as Deville lowers the microphone and looks to Obo and Ellie~!, who both shake their heads, as if disgusted yet slightly amused with everyone not in the ring.

Pierce Deville: I mean, sure, you've seen me do it before, but this is Super Brawl! This is payperview! Surely I wouldn't have the audacity to do it here!

The boos continue half-heartedly as those in the ring share a short laugh.

Jesse Owens: Do what?

Ray Mano: Silence.

Pierce Deville: Unfortunately, I would.

Deville gives a stately pause.

Pierce Deville: Ladies and gentlemen...

Cue tremulous looking around with his head slightly lowered. Cue anticipative looks of awe on the faces of Obo and Ellie~!.

Pierce Deville: Allow me to introduce to you...

Cue drumroll.

Pierce Deville: Yet another in-ring promo O' DOOM~!.

Jesse Owens: Oh lord.

Deville proudly absorbs the hate from the crowd, jaded by having their time wasted, before holding up his hand for silence.

Pierce Deville: Fear not, fear not. We do have a reason to be out here. You see, Obo and I were a little late in arriving, so we didn't get to go through the proper preparation for tonight's Tag Team championship victory against The Survivors, Chemical Reaction and The Axis.

The crowd jeers their mention, so Deville continues quickly, as if to stifle their heat.

Pierce Deville: I realize some will view this as a little unorthodox, but we're going to go through that preparation right now. Yes, that's right, we're going to give you a never-before-seen look behind the scenes, a rare glance into what really goes into a match like this. But before we begin . . . Vince . . . would you make the 10 count and officially declare me victorious against that piece of ****, CBT?

The arena is generally quiet but for a slight buzz of expectancy. Grinning, Deville turns and gestures to the timekeeping area at ringside. As Vince enters the ring, CBT's music "Something Gay" by Bunch O' Fags, hits and no one comes out. Vince begins the 10 count and the crowd helps him count down.

"3!"

"2!"

"1!"

Vince Howard: Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of this match as a result of a no-sho-

Deville interrupts by whispering in Howard's ear.

Vince Howard: Excuse me . . . Ladies and Gentlemen . . . the winner of this match as a results of being infinitely superior and too intimidating for his opponent . . . and STILL WFWF National Champion . . . PIERCE DEVILLE!!!!

The crowd half cheers half boos 100% doesn't care. Vince tries exiting the ring but Pierce has other plans.

Pierce Deville: Mr. Howard, if you could continue to join us please . . .

Vince Howard jumps and looks around in confusion before settling his gaze on Deville, pointing at himself and mouthing "me?" Deville nods in response, causing Howard to flush and shake his head, raising his hand to thankfully decline. For a long moment The Deville just stares, then he's cupping the microphone and saying something to Obo through teeth bared in what only an infinite optimist would call a smile. Obo doesn't nod or say anything, he just starts moving. Across the ring. Toward Vince Howard.

Jesse Owens: What does Obo think he's doing? He better not lay a finger on Vince!

Ray Mano: Why don't you go down there and help him?

But Obo doesn't lay a finger on him. With the massacred face and granite eyes mere inches from his own face, ordering him to move with a threatening grunt, Vince Howard thinks better of his answer before violence becomes necessary. He climbs into the ring between much looking over his shoulder at Obo, who eventually gives him a shove.

Pierce Deville: That's right.

Deville nods as Obo herds Howard across the ring to a chorus of boos.

Pierce Deville: Thank you for your spirited cooperation, Mr. Howard. This won't take long.

Howard doesn't look at all comforted by that assurance, trading startled looks between Obo and Deville. He actually flinches when Ellie~! gives him a supportive pat on the back.

Pierce Deville: As I was saying, Mr. Obo and I didn't have a chance before to properly prepare, so we're going to get it out of the way now. Your role, Mr. Howard, is to help us encapsulate the spirit of the battle, to get us in the right frame of mind for the competitors we're slated to face.

The ring announcer looks around meekly as Deville pauses for effect.

Pierce Deville: So what you're going to do is announce us as the winners of the match, as the new WFWF Tag Team Champions of the World.

The jeers are thunderous as Deville smiles and holds the mic out to Vince Howard, who accepts it with a shaky hand and looks out to the crowd as if for direction. Their suggestion is obvious, but Obo's hand is hard and calloused, and doesn't feel at all good slapping across the back of his head. Ducking his head low to avoid any further blows, Howard raises the microphone and speaks quickly, nervously.

Vince Howard: Your new tag team champions . . . Pierc-

Deville snatches the microphone angrily, crushing Howard's hand around it.

Pierce Deville: You can do better than that, Mr. Howard. Stop overselling your fear. No one's buying it. Announce it with pride. Show us why you have a job with WFWF.

Howard doesn't drop his "charade" of fear, but when Pierce releases his hand he does return the microphone to his mouth and steady his face with concentration.

Vince Howard: La-dies and gen-tle-men!

Deville nods haughtily as Howard's booming voice echoes off the rafters, drowning out the crowd.

Vince Howard: The winners of this match . . .

Deville and Obo raise their arms triumphantly overhead. Ellie~! hops around clapping. The fans boo.

Vince Howard: And NEW Tag Team Champions of the World . . . [image] YOU~!!!

The fans continue to throw their heat around, only fueling Obo and Pierce's contingency.

Obo: No, Vince . . . [image] You . . . and everyone else out there . . . [image] You, too! Pierce, being the mastermind that he is, begged and pleaded that we have some sort of strategy coming into this thing. And this was my suggestion. Just practicing our acceptance of the titles and learning to cope with standing atop WFWF. Tonight is the night that those Tag Team Championships find their way back to worthy wastes . . . and if anyone objects . . . well you should know by now.

"God's Gonna Cut You Down" by Johnny Cash escorts the trio backstage. Your regularly scheduled Super Brawl (albeit no where near as entertaining) continues.



Mano: And what a Superbrawl we are witnessing here tonight!

Owens: I know Ray, what a way to sum up a roller coaster year in the WFWF, and we still have more to come so try not to wet your pants until then...

Mano: Oh, I don't think I can wait for that!

Owens: ...hang on, can't wait for the main event, or to wet your pants?

Mano: [Clears Throat] Er...I do believe Stacey Gray is waiting backstage for us with a special guest, Stacey?

Gray: Well boys, I was hoping to introduce my interviewee right now, but he's yet to turn up. We're trying our best to get hold of him, yet he has seemed to have vanished...so sorry up there.

Owens: Damn house show roster, always disappearing.

Mano: Thats quite alright Stacey, no worries. Right then...hang on...I do think we have Riddel at crowd side for us, do ahead Ryan.

Riddel: Hello there one and all, I'm here at ringside by the exceptional crowd we have here at the Joe Lewis Arena! Seriously, the noise has been deafening at some points in support of the great action we've seen here. Now, I'm going to interview some lucky individuals here, now lets see who they are...

Riddel approaches a small boy who is dressed in a baseball cap and a WFWF t-shirt bearing the words 'If Tha CBT can do, Obo can most likely do it better'.

Riddel: Hello there young man, you enjoying the show.

The child immediately becomes a shy cocoon as he stares into the camera. He nods his head sheepishly.

Riddel: Great to hear, and who do you think is going to win, Thunder or EBR?

The crowd around shout out both names of the wrestlers around him, the boy looks around nervously at first before returning to the microphone and in a sheepish voice replies.

Small Boy: EBR...

Riddel: Good choice, and we'll have to see if your right at the end of the show. Now, who else...

Before Riddel can begin once more the camera focuses on one man jumping the barrier some way down from where he is standing. The man's face is hidden by a large hooded jacket.

Riddel: And we...er...seem to have a willing candidate other here...*Off microphone* Excuse me sir, return behind the barrier please...

The man instead approaches Riddel, who in return takes a nervous stance in attempt to protect himself.

Mano: What in the Hell is going on back there?

The microphone has now been snatched from Riddel's grasp as the camera attempts to get a shot on the intruders face. However, he has since slid into the ring.

Owens: Well, so much for ringside secuirity...

The crowd is hot for the intruder as he now stands in the center of the ring, staring around at the arena. He raises a hand to his hood and pulls it back to reveal the face of only one man...

Owens: Bloody hell!

Mano: Ladies and Gentleman, The Possessed Child, it would appear, is back!

The crowd is still as loud, although now a little bit mixed on whether to cheer or boo. The Child takes his familiar out-stretched arms pose before placing the microphone to his mouth.

Child: Miss me much?

The Possessed Child pauses for a moment to soak in the reaction before continuing.

Child: Yeah, its been a while, hasn't it? Its been a long while since I've graced this ring with my presence...its been a long while since I've pinned someone in this ring...a good long while actually...and its actually been a long damn while since anyones had the ball's to tell you fans the whole f******* truth about whats happening back there.

The Child points to the stage with a face of rage and hurt, he continues to stare a long while after his finger drops before continuing facing the camera.

Child: I know there are some people in this audience who go on the internet, go on whatever wrestling 'insider' website and think they read the commandments themself. Heck, if some of the crap on there was right I would've returned two weeks ago, Blaze would've been World Champion and David Williams recent performances could be put down to troubles in the bedroom...if that last is correct kudos to the guy willing to put a camera in his humble abode thats all I'm saying.

Owens: He has got a point there Mano.

Mano: Oh shut up...

Child: In all seriousness though, there is crap going on back there which hasn't been addressed properly. Like the arguments, like the booking and like the morale of certain members of the roster. For all those un-aware of the correct wrestling terms for this, I will say it loud and proud. I The Possessed Child on live pay-per-view at Super Brawl in the Joe Louis Arena in Downtown Detroit, Michigan am going to shoot.

Mano: Wow...

Owens: I knew I should've gone toilet when Riddel was interviewing the kid...

Child: When I signed for this company it was going from strength to strength. We were at the top but yet still finding that extra bit to climb higher on. Now, somehow, we're now struggling trying to find a step on the ladder to get us out of the s*** hole we've become. In Japan I learned many a thing, in fact a whole new take on the business I so love. The respect they show for it is amazing. Quite frankly, wrestling to them is their religion, their wife and their life rolled up into one. If it was a object it would be carried around in a box crammed full of cotton wool. Compare that to here and its a completely different story. No-one seems to appreciate where they are, what their doing and this reflects in the effort certain people put into their work. When I joined, you had work your body dry of sweat and tears just to be gifted a opening match on the old Felo-De-Se. Now it would appear you just have to turn up on the House Show two times and your guaranteed a place on the Loaded card, no questions asked. So, there's no need for development, no need for improvement, and in a couple more months time I expect they would get a title shot out of pity. Second of all, if anyone in Japan has a problem with another competitor they take it out in the ring, pure and simple. No arguments, no war of words. In short, the guy can beat you, shut your mouth and make sure your ring work does the talking next time. Actions speak louder than words.

The crowd cheers in approval at the last few comments at the Child pauses for reflection.

Child: Now, I realise I'm on borrowed time here so I'll make this short and sweet. In the last few days of my run before my disappearance I will admit my work was shoddy, and the last time I got my hand raised in this ring was donkey years ago. I took time off to try and rekindle the passion I had lost so much. Whilst in Japan, I have since not only regained it, but have also let it grown. I've expanded on it so much it gives me great pride to warn anybody on the roster that not am I back, but I'm reformed. I have changed in such a way not even the closest thing I have in the form of a deranged relative wouldn't recognize me. And if many of you are thinking I'm contradicting myself, what with what I was saying earlier about 'actions speak louder than words' then tune into Loaded next week, and I promise I won't disappoint.

The Child drops the microphone and approaches the corner turnbuckle. With his hands he motions for title before outstretching his arms, the familiar Axis theme 'Welcome to the Jungle' blasting over the P.A system as the show goes into a video package promoting the next match.

Backstage at Superbrawl, at a specially designed interview area, which in reality looks more like a sheet over the real backdrop with a SUPERBRAWL logo pressed on, ironicly not even the right logo for this year’s event.

Obo: Superbrawl V.. Look how far we’ve come. Through the destruction of a dynasty, the mutilation of a monarchy, and the self destruction of all that is good and pure.. I bring to you, this, on the seventh day.. I bring to you your new era. I usher in the era in which we are currently entering. No more are the days of half wit drunken champions, with an oversexed caveman that carries him to the top of the mountain. Done are the days of the sniveling idiot that politicked his way to the top, then crumbled under the pressure.. Axis, tonight, Superbrawl V.. This is a big F*ck You to you.

Axis, let me take you back to a time. It wasn’t but a month and a half ago.. A time of all that is pure and innocent. Merry Christmas.. The beginning of the demise of the empire. Jedi strikes back, you could say. It was on this night, the night of the birth of your savior, that the mighty Axis was knocked off tilt and sent stumbling with a mighty F*ck You heard round the world, with the assistance of the future Heavyweight champion of the World, EBR.

And now, here at Superbrawl, the World Series of Professional wrestling, we knock you clean out of the park. Back your bags boys, you’re in for a long night.

Cut back to ringside



RM: Ladies and Gentlemen, the next match is to determine the winner of a automatic WFWF Title Match, that can be used up until next years Superbrawl. This feud may not have been physical, but it has emotions written all over it.

JO: It has gayness written all over it......



We cut backstage where we find Wayne and Vanessa McGurk over the corridor. Vanessa seems better now, she sits over wooden crate beside Wayne; Vanessa clutches the back of her head with an icepack.

Vanessa: I couldn't do it, tonight. I just couldn't.

Wayne closes his eyes and kisses Vanessa on the forehead.

Wayne: Don't worry baby, it's almost over. I promise.

We now return ringside...

<***>

I'll have my choice aswell as the tag match up in a little while.

Mike






JESSE OWENS: It’s time to crown a new number one contender to the WFWF Heavyweight Championship folks! Reverend Shadow is set to take on Yukio Blaze for the title and we don’t even know the stipulation yet!

RAY MANO: I’m just wondering how Shadow is going to be able to handle laze. Shadow is giving up thirty pounds.

JESSE OWENS: He’s got a 2 inch height advantage, though. And that ladder, Ray, throws height and weight advantages right out of the window.

"Silver and Cold" starts to play on the speakers. Black and White lights start to flicker in the ring and on the ramp. At about 30 seconds into it, Yukio Blaze shows himself in the audience and the fans sing the chorus "Your Sins Into Me". Yukio looks on and raises his fist in the air and the crowd starts to cheer him on some more. Yukio reaches the arena floor and slides under the bottom ring rope. Yukio goes to the center of the ring and drops to one knee and then takes a bow. The ring lights comes on and Yukio looks at the crowd one more time, kneels up and then waits. The music then stops and he is ready for his match.

RAY MANO: I have a feeling that we are in for a brutal match up. Yukio always looks determined but this night something is different.

JESSE OWENS: I have it on great authority that Jonathan Parker has said that whoever wins this match will face Pierce Deville on Loaded to see who will win the number on contendership.

RAY MANO: It's not true folks. JO is just talking out of his ass

JESSE OWENS: Ha, I win the ten dollar bet. I said I would get you to cuss tonight

RAY MANO: Ass isnt a cuss word

JESSE OWENS: In my book it is

Mozart’s Requiem Lacrimosa blares over the sound system as the crowd explodes with cheers. After a few seconds of music, the curtain pushes open and Reverend Shadow flies through, stopping at the top of the stage. He looks out to the crowd much the same that Blaze did before taking his first step down the ramp.

Shadow approaches the ring and hops to a knee on the apron. He stands and steps in between the top and middle ropes. As he straightens up, he slaps his chest with his right hand and then raises his bible into the air as he steps onto the middle rope, causing the fans to pop again. The music fades from the speakers as the two competitors finally glance at each other.

Vince Howard: Ladies and Gentlemen the following contest is a Ladder match for the WFWF Heavyweight Championship Number One Contendership. The only way to win this match is to scale the ladder and retrieve the briefcase that is hanging above the ring. The winner of this match will have until Super Brawl SIX to cash in their opportunity.

The shot pans upwards to spot the briefcase hanging. Both men lock their eyes to it, wanting to hold it in the worst way.

Vince Howard: Introducing first, weighing in at two hundred twenty-nine pounds, this is “The Offensive Exhibitionsit”, YUKIOOOOOOO BLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAZEEE~!!!

The crowd pops at the sound of his name.

Vince Howard: And his opponent, weighing in tonight in at two hundred and nine pounds. A former WFWF Heavyweight Champion . . . “WFWF’s Living Savior” . . . RRRRRREVEREEEEEEEEEEEEND SHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAADOOOOOOOOOOW~!!!

DING
DING
DING

WFWF official Willy Parr motions for the bell as the two men begin circling each other. They come together in a collar and elbow tie up with Blaze gaining the fast advantage with a hammerlock.

Shadow fights the hold, eventually getting a foot or so in front of the bigger man. Revvie tries to run forward and hit the ropes, but Blaze reaches forward and grabs his tights, pulling him back into a waist lock. Before Blaze can lift him up and over, Shadow throws hard elbows back into the face of his opponent. This causes Blaze to release his grip and stumble backwards. Shadow rushes forwards and hits the ropes, only to come back and get leveled with a spinning lariat.

JESSE OWENS: What a clothesline by Blaze!

RAY MANO: I think Shadow’s head is rolling around somewhere in the fifth row.

Blaze backs off as Shadow gets to his feet, slightly shaken from the clothesline. He holds his neck, but moves back in on the bigger man, tying up again. For a second time, Blaze gets the advantage. This time he raises one of his huge knees into the chest of Shadow. Shadow doubles over, allowing Blaze to hook his head and arm and take him up and over with a suplex.

Shadow hits the mat hard, causing him to roll to his belly. Yukio gets to his feet and moves back in, laying a few boots to the back of Shadow’s head. After a few seconds of working that area of his body, Blaze leans in and hoists Shadow to his feet. Blaze grabs Shadow’s arm and sends him across the ring with an Irish whip. Shadow hits the ropes and comes back, ducking another of those strong spinning lariats. Revvie slams on the brakes and turns, surging forward with a forearm to the side of the head. He steps back and leaps forward again with another forearm shot.

The bigger man staggers backwards a half step as Shadow backs away and comes back in with a third forearm, this one stiffer than any of the others. That shot staggers Blaze backwards a couple of steps, allowing Shadow to hit the ropes for momentum. He comes back, wanting to hit another leaping forearm, but Blaze raises his boot into the air and levels Revvie with a big boot.

JESSE OWENS: Blaze levels Shadow again!

RAY MANO: Think of the headache he’s got now. This is just ring rust, Jesse . . .

JESSE OWENS: That boot might have kicked it all off.

Shadow rolls around on the mat, holding his head as Blaze looks down to him. Shadow rolls away to the side of the ring and sits up, looking to the bigger man. Blaze stares at him with intensity.

Revvie reaches his feet and slowly moves back in towards Blaze. The two lock up again and the same result occurs. Blaze gains the advantage and spins around into a waist lock. Shadow puts up a hell of a fight (hehe . . . hell . . . >=))this time, leaving Yukio no other option than to rush forward to the ropes. They hit the ropes and begin to fall backwards. Shadow wraps his arms around the ropes in desperation, but it’s no use. The momentum rips his hold on the ropes away. The two men roll in simultaneous backwards somersaults. Out of instinct the bigger man seals the roll up with a grasp of the legs, but Willy Parr reminds him that there are no pin falls.

JESSE OWENS: I think that pin fall attempt was out of instinct.

RAY MANO: It was still a slip up.

Before he can get to his feet, Blaze is shoved forward by a surprising surge of strength from Shadow. The bigger man stumbles forward, almost falling down after tripping over Shadow’s foot. This gives Revvie time to roll backwards and get to his feet as Blaze turns. Shadow leaps and plants both feet in the sternum with a beautiful dropkick. “The Random Hero” reels backwards as Shadow quickly gets to his feet. As Yukio regains his balance and comes back forward, Shadow hits the ropes and meets him in the center of the ring with a flying forearm that sends the bigger man back into the ropes. Shadow lands on his feet and rushes over, pushing Blaze into the ropes and grabbing his arm. Revvie tries to send him across the ring with a whip, but Yukio is able to reverse it and send Shadow into the ropes.

Revvie comes back and ducks a clothesline. He hits the ropes again and leaps forward, only to get caught in a bear hug by Blaze. Blaze adjusts him, holding him perpendicular to his own body. He readies himself and then falls to his back throwing Shadow over head with a fall away slam.

JESSE OWENS: Shadow just cannot mount any significant offense.

RAY MANO: Blaze is there to put a stop to it at every turn. I’m impressed at his preparation.

Shadow lies just under the bottom rope on one side of the ring as Blaze climbs to his feet near the center of the ring. Blaze moves forward towards Shadow, but Revvie rolls to the outside and out of his reach. Blaze steps over the top rope in pursuit of Shadow, but Revvie smartly slides into the ring and quickly gets to his feet as Blaze steps to the floor. Shadow hits the ropes on the opposite side of the ring and comes running back, leaping as Blaze turns to re-enter the ring and catches him in the face with a dropkick that sends him into the steel barrier at ring side.

Shadow gets back to his vertical base and begins to run towards the ropes again, but Blaze grabs a hold of his leg and trips him up. Shadow’s face smacks the canvas hard, allowing Yukio to step onto the apron and back into the ring. As Shadow pushes himself to a knee, Blaze grabs him by the head and lifts him to his feet. He grabs Shadow’s arm and sends him across the ring into the corner. Blaze comes charging in, but Shadow raises a boot into his face, causing him to stumble backwards. Shadow pushes himself up to a sitting position on the top rope and waits for the bigger man to turn around. Shadow leaps and grabs Blaze’ head, driving him down with a modified tornado DDT.

JESSE OWENS: This may be what Shadow needs! That DDT has Blaze down!

RAY MANO: Shadow is moving slowly towards the outside.

Shadow rolls underneath the bottom rope and turns, grabbing the ladder and sliding it under the bottom rope. He slides in himself as Blaze begins to stand. Shadow takes a hold of the ladder and rushes forwards, nailing Blaze in the shoulder. Yukio turns and falls back to his stomach after the shot. Shadow sees his opportunity and opens the ladder and sets it underneath the belt. He starts to scramble up the steps. As he reaches the third from the top, he feels a tug on his leg. He looks down and spots Yukio Blaze with a death grip on his boot. Revvie tries to shake him off, but Blaze steps up a step and turns, reaching up and grabbing onto Shadow’s thighs. Shadow tries to hang onto the ladder desperately, but it’s no use. Blaze falls forwards, yanking Shadow from the ladder.

THUUUUUD

Shadow hits the mat hard from the power bomb. The momentum of the two men is enough to roll Shadow backwards and under the bottom rope to a kneeling position on the outside. Blaze spots his first chance for the briefcase and turns, looking to the ladder. He takes his first step up and the ladder holds.

JESSE OWENS: Blaze is going for the win!

Blaze cautiously steps up another rung and steadies himself. After a second or two he takes to more quick steps up and looks above him to the belt that is just out of his reach. He takes another step up, four from the top now and raises his arm, reaching for the belt. He is just barely able to graze the bottom of it, but as he begins to take another step up, Shadow jumps into the air and uses the top rope to springboard him forward with a dropkick that connects with Blaze’ back. Yukio loses his balance and falls to his right, catching his throat on the top rope.

The ladder tips over and falls to the mat with the impact on the canvas. Blaze falls to his back and rolls to the outside under the bottom rope. Shadow pushes himself to a knee and takes a deep breath before spotting Blaze staggering around on the outside.

Shadow hits the ropes and comes running across the ring, leaping into the air and flying to the outside with a picture perfect flying senton that connects. Both men collapse to the ground as the crowd explodes with cheers.

WFWF! WFWF! WFWF! WFWF!

JESSE OWENS: Shadow looks like he could be finally gaining some momentum here!

RAY MANO: He can’t hesitate! Get back in there and go for the belt.

Shadow is the first to his feet, moving around the ring to the time keeper’s area. He folds up a steel chair and readies it. He rounds the corner and swings just as Blaze gets to his feet.

THUUUUUUUUUUD

OHHHHHHHHH!

The chair connects with nothing but Yukio Blaze’ skull, sending him back to the ground. Shadow lifts the chair again and brings it down across the back of Blaze. He turns and walks back around in front of the time keeper and opens the chair, setting it in the middle of the walk. He grabs another chair and sets it across from the other. But he’s not done. He ducks back under the ring and searches for something else. With his head under the ring, Revvie doesn’t notice Yukio climbing to his feet. He stumbles around trying to gain his bearings and is finally able to shake the cobwebs out as he approaches Shadow and lays a clubbing blow to his back. Shadow emerges from under the ring as Blaze lands a few more forearms to the back before turning him around.

Blaze lays a few right hands into the head of Shadow before rearing back and landing a chop across Revvie’s chest that echoes throughout the arena. This causes Revvie to stumble backwards and flop into a seating position on one of the chairs he has set up. Blaze backs up to the steel barrier to his left and stares forward at Shadow, still dazed and on the chair. Blaze begins to run forward, gaining speed with every step. Just a few feet from his target, Shadow springs off the chair and drops down, tying Yukio’s legs up with a drop toe hold that sends him crashing face first onto one of the chairs, crushing it.

HOLY ****! HOLY ****! HOLY ****!

JESSE OWENS: Blaze’ face just bounced off of that steel chair!

RAY MANO: That looked like it hurt.

Blaze covers his face with his hands as Shadow stands and looks to the fallen man. Revvie’s glance moves away from his opponent and up to the briefcase hanging above the ring. Moving a little tenderly, Revvie rolls into the ring and retrieves the fallen ladder. He sets it up and extends the legs, taking that first step up. He pauses before taking the next two steps and then looking out to the outside. Blaze is pushing himself under the bottom rope.

Shadow hops down from the ladder, not believing what he’s seeing. As Blaze gets to a knee inside the ring, Shadow rushes forward and raises a boot that connects with Blaze head, sending him back to his stomach. Shadow looks to the belt and then turns, hopping to the outside.

JESSE OWENS: He’s not going for the case?

RAY MANO: That yakuza kick nearly took off one of Blaze’ sideburns!

Shadow grabs the one good chair that remains on the outside and tosses it over the ring, to the opposite side. He grabs the final chair from the time keeper’s area and begins making his way around the ring to the other chair. Shadow drops it and lifts the ring apron skirt, heading back under the ring. After a moment, Shadow emerges with a table in tow. He lifts it up and extends the legs before setting it into an upright position. Just the sight of the table causes the crowd to explode with cheers. Shadow isn’t quite done. He drops back to his knees and begins searching under the ring again. While doing so, he is once again distracted from the movement of Blaze back in the ring. Blaze has slowly gotten to his feet and is dragging the ladder to the corner. He places one end resting on the top turnbuckle before turning his attention to Shadow. Shadow comes back from under the ring, another table in tow. Just as he steps around to lift it up, Blaze reaches over the top rope and grabs at Shadow. Revvie dodges the first attempt and uses his quickness to slide into the ring and under the bigger man’s legs. Shadow springs to his feet and waits for Yukio to turn before leaping.

THUUUUUNK

JESSE OWENS: Leaping enziguri to the back of Blaze’ head!

RAY MANO: Blaze is dazed!

Yukio stumbles towards the center of the ring as Shadow gets back to his feet and backs into the corner opposite the ladder. As Blaze turns to face Revvie, Revvie runs forwards. Blaze gains his senses back just in time to catch Shadow in a hug-type hold and lift him over head in one swift motion.

CA-THUUUUUUD

OHHHHHHHHHH!!!

HOLY ****! HOLY ****! HOLY ****!!! HOLY ****!!

The release belly to belly suplex from Blaze sent Shadow crashing neck and head first onto the ladder in the corner. Shadow collapses to the mat, holding his head and kicking his feet on the ground violently. Blaze gets back to his feet and approaches Shadow again, lifting him to his feet. Shadow is still practically limp from the landing he just took and thus cannot fight back. Blaze lays a few forearms to the side of Shadow’s head before turning back to the ladder and shoving Revvie under his legs. Blaze lifts Shadow up for a power bomb, but Revvie wiggles his way free at the peak of the lift and falls to his feet in front of the bigger man. Revvie lunges forwards with a clothesline attempt, but Blaze sidesteps it and ends up back behind Shadow. He grabs Revvie in a waist lock and doesn’t hesitate before lifting him up and over.

CA-THUUUUUUUUD

OHHHHHHHHH!!!!

WFWF!! WFWF!! WFWF!!!

JESSE OWENS: That release German suplex folded Shadow up like an accordion on his neck for the second time in the last two minutes!

RAY MANO: That could have been the final straw. His neck might be broken.

The ladder gives way and falls to the canvas, Shadow still lying on top of it. Blaze notices this and turns his back to the downed Shadow, moving to the two tables on the outside. He climbs out of the ring and grabs the table that was abandoned by Shadow just minutes prior. Yukio extends the legs and lifts one end of the table into the air, climbing back to the apron. He uses his strength to lift the table into air and carefully set it on top of the first. This brings an even bigger buzz from the crowd than the first table. Blaze glances over his shoulder and looks up to the case, then to Shadow. Revvie has rolled off the ladder and is attempting to get to his feet. Blaze decides to take a chance and steps back into the ring, heading for the ladder. He walks it over to the center of the ring and sets it up, stepping onto the first rung. He looks down and spots no progress from WFWF’s Living Savior. Blaze takes two more steps up the ladder and looks back down, seeing Shadow almost to a standing position. Blaze takes another step up and reaches for case # 5 (sorry Rev . . . had to put a Mandel reference in here somewhere), grazing the bottom of it again. He takes another step up and steadies himself before reaching again. Just as his hand reaches the case, the ladder begins to shake. Shadow has slid from the ring and is looking under the ring for something. The sudden movement of man on a ladder is enough to cause the ladder to begin to teeter; eventually tipping enough that Blaze has to step off and land on his feet. As he sets the ladder back up and takes the first step up it, the crowd explodes as Shadow slides back into the ring.

JESSE OWENS: Is that…?

RAY MANO: A board covered in barbed wire!

Blaze knows he’s got to go back up quickly if he has any chance. He takes the first three steps in one movement and then stops to steady the ladder. He takes two more quick steps and reaches for the contendership. Just as his hand touches the case, the ladder shakes again. Yukio looks down and spots a beaten Shadow scampering up the ladder, running on nothing but pure adrenaline. Not only that, but he’s got the board in his left hand.

Shadow reaches up and nails a right hand to the stomach of Blaze, causing him to take a step down. Shadow steps up another two steps, coming face to face with his opponent. With his on free hand, Shadow nails another right to the face before grasping the board with both hands and lifting it over his head. He tries to bring it down over the head of Blaze as the crowd buzzes in anticipation, but Yukio lands a right hand to the temple of Shadow. Revvie can do nothing but drop the board and grasp the ladder so that he doesn’t fall. The board falls over the head of the bigger man and tumbles to the canvas, landing just a foot or two from the base of the ladder. Blaze attempts another right hand, but Shadow blocks it and nails a forearm. Shadow then reaches up and grabs Blaze’ head, slamming it into the top of the ladder. Blaze slumps over on the ladder as Shadow takes two more steps up and jumping. He front flips over the top of the ladder, grabbing onto the thighs and falling. Shadow’s momentum is enough to pluck Blaze from his stance on the ladder and drive him down with a sunset flip power bomb, right onto the barbed wire board. As Shadow’s feet hit the ground, he leaps into the air and comes forward, landing directly on the sternum of Yukio.

OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!

HOLY ****!! HOLY ****!!!

THIS MATCH IS TEH RULEZ!!!!

JESSE OWENS: Shadow drives both feet into the chest of Yukio Blaze with that double stomp after the sunset flip power bomb.

RAY MANO: And Blaze had that board covered in barbed wire under him too!

Shadow’s momentum from the stomp has rolled him out of the ring, next to the tables. As Shadow stands, Blaze rolls off of the board and holds his back. Pissed off, Blaze shoves the board away, right into the hands of Reverend Shadow. Shadow lifts the board up and sets it in the center of the top table before hopping back to the floor and lifting the ring apron up again.

JESSE OWENS: How many goodies does he have under there?

Shadow comes crawling out backwards as the crowd lets out a huge pop.

JESSE OWENS: Light tubes!

RAY MANO: This has turned into a Tables, Ladders, Chairs and Light Tubes match!

The Axis are already in the ring as we return to ringside. Chemical Reaction race to the ring, but the Axis, Wayne McGurk and Kurt Burton clip them from behind. Wayne shoves the High Horror into the ring, as Kurt Burton works on Williams on the outside. The bell rings as Wayne picks Horror off the ground, but Horror counters back
with a thumb across the eyes. Wayne stumbles over, as Horror rises to his feet.

Horror sends a boot across Wayne's mid-section and charges from the ropes with a clothesline, Wayne ducks beneath and hits Horror with a Spine Buster. Wayne rises and turns over to find Williams on the top rope, Williams picks his spot before he takes air, but Kurt Burton shakes the ropes and Williams lands on the turnbuckle

Kurt Burton quickly ascends to the top rope and takes Williams down with a superplex; with Williams crashing upon the High Horror

“God's Gonna Cut You Down” by Johnny Cash blares from the PA system, as Obo and Pierce Deville march into the ring. Wayne and Kurt waste no time, as the exit the ring and greet Obo and Deville half-way down the entrance ramp. Kurt lunges at Obo and knocks him down with a Lou Thesz press, as Wayne and Deville begin trading blow

Kurt chokes out Obo, but Obo presses him thumbs against Kurt's open eyes, pressing hard. Kurt motions off Obo, as Obo rises; Obo paces several steps back and charges forward with a baseball slide across the back of Kurt Burton; Burton now rolling down the ramp.

Seeing this, Wayne takes his eye off Deville, as Obo takes advantages and hits Wayne with a Yakuza kick. Wayne stumbles over, as Deville hits Wayne with a roundhouse. Wayne manages to catch Deville's leg, but Obo sends a vicious head butt across the back of Wayne's head.

Horror back on the offensive on Deville, which gets him launched into the steel ring steps. Flamez & Shawn come running to the ring as their music plays. Williams slides into the ring and the match is officially under way.

Opening bell as the referee struggles to maintain order around ringside.. Flamez starts with David Williams. Lock up from Flamez, but Williams breaks out of it and goes to the rear waist lock. Standing switch from Flamez into a belly to back take down with a float over and Flamez is back to his feet. Flamez turns and is met with a Yakuza kick out of no where from Obo, essentially crippling him from the impact. Williams with a cover and it’s enough for three.

Elimination: Flamez and Shawn Roberts

It’s David Williams and Kurt Burton now. Williams calls for a lock up with Burton, but is instead met with a thumb to the eye, a kick to the gut and a DDT. Burton down for a cover, but it’s broken up by Pierce Deville, who extends the olive branch of a middle finger on his way back to his corner.

Burton up and he pulls Williams up, but Williams catches him off guard with a roll up, scoring a count of two. Horror into the ring for no apparent reason, which distracts the referee into sending him back to the corner in typical “knucklehead baby face gets foiled by the referee” fashion. While the ref is sending Horror back to the corner, Reckless makes his way through the crowd, absolutely clobbering Williams with a cinder block, before diving over the top rope and back out of the ring. Burton shrugs and goes for the cover, right as Horror is exitting the ring. The weapon shot from Reckless is enough for three and an elimination of Williams and Horror.

Elimination: David Williams and High Horror

Burton back to his feet, but Deville from behind with a rear waist lock. Deville tries to lift Burton, but Burton struggles and stays on the ground. This is for naught, as Obo comes running in and nearly beheads him with a Yakuza kick, which allows Deville to nail a German suplex as well. Vanessa McGurk shrieks in horror at ringside as Burton is essentially destroyed.

Deville grabs Burton’s arm and drags him to the corner, forcing a tag to Wayne McGurk. McGurk in and Deville makes the tag out to Obo. McGurk walks high and mighty to the center of the ring and begins to talk trash, so Obo spits in his mouth. Wayne with a high punch attempt, but Obo ducks it and drills him in the kidneys with his taped up hand and McGurk crumbles. Obo to the corner and he tags Deville. Deville in and Obo quickly unwraps his hand, throwing what looks like a roll of pennies to ringside.

McGurk slow to his feet, holding his already purple kidney area. He takes a swing at Deville, but Deville catches the arm and slides under and begins to rapidly wail on the back of the neck of Wayne. Someone in the crowd who looks a hell of a lot like King Kraig bows his head in shame at the blatant movie plug as Wayne crumbles to the mat, rolling to the corner to tag in Burton.

Burton in with a head of stem, nailing a clothesline on Deville. Obo in and he eats a clothesline. Deville back up and another clothesline for him. Burton is on fire! No, literally, Burton is on fire! Obo has just thrown a fireball and the synthetics of Burton’s hair went up in a quick puff of smoke and blaze. Burton rolls out of the ring, quickly getting patted out by Vanessa McGurk.

Wayne rushes in for the attempt to be a hero, but is caught with a tilt-a-whirl back breaker from Deville. Obo in position on the top rope and he leaps off, nailing a deadly double stomp on McGurk’s chest, debuting the Double Penetration live on Pay Per View. Obo with a spring board to the top rope then a dive to the outside onto Burton as Deville makes the cover, scoring a count of three on Wayne McGurk.

“God’s Gonna Cut You Down” begins to play over the PA system as the time keeper hands in the Tag team titles. Deville accepts both belts, handing one off to Obo as he slides back into the ring. The two celebrate briefly in the ring, before exiting up the ramp. Obo throws up a middle finger near the top of the ramp, sending a preverbal F*ck You to WFWF.

Wayne McGurk slow back to his knees in the center of the ring. One tear rolls down his face as he realizes his world has just crashed down around him. Vanessa still at ringside attending to the crispy Kurt Burton, but the lights go down!! The crowd begins to buzz and act like douche bags and hold up lighters. The lights come back on and Wayne McGurk is gone.


Winners and New WFWF Tag Team Champions, Pierce Deville and Obo


RM: What the hell JO, is that Reckless

JO: I believe it is, but why in the hell does he have that chair in hand.


Reckless takes his chair and belts both High Horror and David Williams in the head with it. He is getting ready to inflict more damage with the screen starts to get fuzzy...




Cut to a special bulletin from the Create-a-Wrestler.

CAW: Hello, I am the Create-a-Wrestler, better known to WFWF fans as RBE. I’m here to talk to you today about sex, drugs, and violence in wrestling. Sex is running wild here and I will have none of it.. Create-a-Wrestler creates censorship. There will be no more of the drug use, rape, murder, pedophilia, exploding cafes, silly booked angles, ass eating, or unfulfilling Seinfield references. Create-a-Wrestler creates THE LAW. And if you have a problem with that, you’ll be serving HARD TIME!!

Thunder scurries into the corner of the ring as EBR approaches. He’s able to give EBR a short kick to his knee, buying him an ample second of time before he hops onto the second rope and jumps off with a Double Axe Handle to EBR’s head. He again bounces up to the second rope, but EBR grabs him by the waist and flap jacks him onto the ring ropes! With Thunder barely hanging over EBR shows surprisingly agility and dashes up the turnbuckle, before clipping Thunder’s head with a flying knee, sending him crashing to the mat! He makes the cover. 1 . . . . . . . 2 . . . . . . . . . . . Thunder gets the shoulder up.

Ray Mano: EBR with a unique and well executed version of the Bombs Over Baghdad.

EBR performs various knees to Thunder’s heads before roughly jerking him up. He Irish whips him into the turnbuckle and runs after him, but Thunder grabs the turnbuckle and propels himself over and behind EBR, taking him down with a Back Cracker/Lung Blower!

Ray Mano: Ouch!

Logically, Thunder follows this up with a Texas Cloverleaf! EBR desperately claws towards the ring apron, surprisingly with half-way decent efficiency. After a few moments he gets within arm reach, to which Thunder releases and quickly applies a Crossface, locking his legs around the arm that was near the rope.

Ray Mano: Great heads up move by Thunder.

Jesse Owens: There’s a reason he’s the champ.

Under the impression that it won’t be enough to make EBR submit, Thunder releases. He leans against the turnbuckle and runs his hands across his hair, clearing off any sweat. As EBR makes his way to his feet Thunder runs and smacks him in the face with a hard forearm! EBR falls into the ring ropes but remains on his feet, allowing Thunder to perform more forearms with just as much success.

Jesse Owens: EBR started this match off wrestling like Thunder, now it looks like Thunder might be returning the favor.

Perhaps seeing this as some type of slap in the face (and at this point it may be literal) EBR responds with forearms of his own, and much like versus CBT both EBR and his opponent go off on one another with various strikes! Believing he may have the upper hand Thunder runs to the ring ropes, but on the rebound nearly gets sky rocketed with a huge Sit-Out Spinebuster! EBR remains in the seated position and it’s enough to be considered a pin attempt. 1 . . . . . . . . .2 . . . . .. . . . . . Thunder throws his right shoulder off the canvas.

Ray Mano: Might not have been the best tactic by Thunder, but points for effort.

EBR exits the ring and begins to scale up the turnbuckle just as Thunder comes too. Somehow Thunder is able to find the ability to not only rush towards EBR, but run up the turnbuckle and perform a Shining Wizard!! For the third time in the match he shows tremendous balance and is able to find himself on the second turnbuckle pad, and after hooking EBR’s head, he takes him off the top rope with an Ace Crusher!! He makes the pin. 1 . . . . . . . . . . 2 . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . EBR gets his shoulder up, after by far the closest pin attempt of the contest.

Ray Mano: I thought for sure it was over.

Jesse Owens: Both of these men are clearly doing everything they can to win this thing.

Ray Mano: It’s the heart of a champion and the eye of the tiger! Yeah!

Thunder stands behind EBR, holding his hands as he stalks him in preparation for his Cobra Clutch. When EBR begins to rise up Thunder attempts to lock it in, but EBR rolls forward into a victory roll! 1 . . . . . . . . . . . . 2 . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . EBR is pushed off. He runs into the ropes as Thunder attempts to get onto his feet, but not in time – he’s smacked in the head with the Motor City Machete!! Dazed, EBR places Thunder’s head between his legs, lifts him up, and performs the E-Pocalypse!!

Ray Mano: E-Pocalypse! E-Pocalypse! Taking a trip to 2003!

Jesse Owens: He’s pulling out all the stops here, Mano!

The force of the impact rolls Thunder onto his back, simply calling for a cover which is delivered. 1 . . . . . . . . . . .. . . . . . . 2 . . . . . . . . . . . . .. . . . . . . . . . . .. . . . He kicks out! The breath of the arena is nearly taken out at this moment, as EBR remains seated for a brief second before he again returns to his feet, doing everything to keep his cool.

Ray Mano: I cannot believe what I am seeing. EBR may literally have to throw the kitchen sink, I’m not sure.

Jesse Owens: The crowd is shocked. If I were to drop a pin I’m fairly certain we’d hear it. Unfortunately, I do not have one.

Figuring to be looking for the S.O.S, EBR drags Thunder up to his feet. Before he can get him up to his shoulders Thunder desperately begins to fight off the oncoming attack and is able to knee EBR in the gut. Another struggle ensures as Thunder underhooks both of EBR’s arms, and after a brief fight, Thunder is able to somehow snap off a Tiger Driver which sends EBR onto his head!! He forces EBR’s legs towards his head with the pin attempt. 1 . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 2 . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . KICK OUT!

Ray Mano: Are you kidding me!? Are you KIDDING me!?

Jesse Owens: It’s just straight back and forth.

Ray Mano: Neither of them are going to be able to win this; the other just won’t lose.

Jesse Owens: . . . Heart of a champion, eye of the tiger?

Ray Mano: Exactly!

Thunder looks on in near amazement as the crowd continues to buzz and cheer wildly. Thunder swipes his arms and brings a now dead-weight EBR to his feet, and after finding it too difficult to simply throw him onto his shoulders for the Thunder and Lightning, he briefly pauses before hooking him into a suplex. Thunder lifts EBR, while struggling, and places him on the top rope. Thunder gingerly begins to climb up, before placing EBR onto his shoulders.

Ray Mano: He’s looking for the Thunder and Lightning from the top rope!

Jesse Owens: Might as well do whatever necessary to put the nail in the coffin.

Coming to, EBR begins to fight off the move as Thunder rises straight up. He’s able to elbow and knee him in the head, forcing Thunder’s foot to jolt and cause him to temporarily lose balance. He slips and crotches himself on the top rope while EBR falls to the inside of the ring. With Thunder’s back facing EBR and the ring, EBR quickly grabs him by the head and begins too lay in with several strong forearms.

Jesse Owens: This is what EBR has been waiting the entire match for!

Not enough, EBR pulls Thunder’s body down by the shoulders and begins to knee him in the back of the head as the crowd goes crazy. After several moments, and after possibly knocking Thunder out, EBR goes for the kill switch. He’s able drag Thunder’s near lifeless body off the turnbuckle and onto his shoulders, before immediately dropping him onto his head with the S.O.S!!!

Ray Mano: The S.O.S! He nailed it! This could be it!

With the crowd roaring EBR quickly hooks Thunder’s leg back as the referee drops down for the count. 1 . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 2 . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 3!!!

Ray Mano: It’s over! It’s over! He did it! He did it! EBR did it!

“Made You Look” by Nas begins to play as EBR lies flat on his back, index finger pointed as the crowd lets out possibly the loudest pop of the entire night.

Ray Mano: New Heavyweight Champion!

Using the ring ropes to pull himself up, EBR is handed a towel and a bottle of water as Thunder is rolled out of the ring and helped to the back.

Jesse Owens: Give Thunder all the respect in the world for the performance he just put in. This was a match, that as we saw, could have gone either way. This is a guy who made one mistake in the entire match and unfortunately, for him, it was capitalized off of. As for EBR; new Heavyweight Champion, congratulations to him.

EBR stands in the middle of the ring as the referee enters with the World Heavyweight Championship, and with an intentionally epic connotation confetti begins to fall from the rafters as the belt is handed to EBR.

Ray Mano: One of two carryovers from the first Superbrawl, and five years later EBR’s the World Heavyweight Champion. Very fitting, I’d say.

EBR mounts the turnbuckle with the belt around his shoulder as he’s handed a glass of champagne. He holds it up to the crowd to another pop as “Made You Look” continues to play, as the WFWF logo flashes across the screen.