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2/29 Loaded Results Mar 3, 2008 17:15:35 GMT -5

Post by sonstuds on Mar 3, 2008 17:15:35 GMT -5

Loaded: In Your Face Like A Can of Mace

{The fans are roaring as WFWF Loaded is under way! The camera pans around looking at all the fans that are in the arena cheering at the top of their lungs. Just then, Unorthodox Manifesto by Dimmu Borgir hit’s the PA. The electronic yet tribal percussion line suddenly shakes the sound system. This repeats over several times, the thunderous crash of the music jolting everyone in their seats. Then, at what looks to be the point of sudden and harsh impact, a distortional descent tears through the line, flowing directly into the song itself. Calvin Lee follows and makes his way on to the entrance stage. Over his right shoulder is his brand new WFWF International Championship. As he walks down towards the ramp, in true Anointed fashion, gold sparks shoot up from the stage. After walking to the top of the ramp, he is consumed entirely by the pyrotechnics. The pace of his music suddenly picks up, prompting the sparks to cease fire and Calvin Lee to let out a primal scream and pose on the ramp. He walks down further for a moment, then locks into his pose once more. Following the even sharper turn towards speed of his music, the sparks once again begin to fly, this time lower on the apron. After several moments, the pyro ceases and Calvin Lee runs into the ring. Upon entry, he scans the area. Moments later, Calvin Lee walks over to the ropes and ascends to the middle turnbuckle. He poses for a brief second, showing off his championship, as he points to himself saying he‘s number one. Calvin Lee leaps down from the turnbuckle and asks for a mic. The fans have mixed reactions, not sure what really to expect.}

Calvin Lee: Finally! Two years in this business. And finally, I have something to call my own. Through the Johnny Michaels days, through the Kyzer and Drakz days. Rev, CBT, Wayne, and finally, now. Super Brawl V, I finally win the WFWF International Championship.

{Calvin raises the championship high in the air. The look of determination on his face explains it all.}

Calvin Lee: All my sweat, blood, hard work, courage, all my energy, everything went into winning this title. I have to admit, Johnny Valentine is a hell of a wrestler. He took me to my limits. He almost had me beat. But man, with the help of a little breakdown I won. I beat Johnny Valentine. I knew I could. I could have the first time, if Luther Castle didn’t get in the way. I just want you to know Johnny, you’re a hell of a guy. You will go places, but its not time for you to go places yet. It’s my time.

{Suddenly, the lighting dims and the entire arena is surrounded in darkness. Infamous sound bytes are heard over the loud speakers.}

“Here’s Michael at the foul line, the shot on Ehlo . . . good! The bulls win!”

“ . . . Lets it go, he’s got three people down there . . . the ball’s up in the air . . . caught! Touchdown! Incredible!”

“Branca throws . . . [sound of bat hitting ball] . . . there’s a long drive . . . it’s gonna be, I believe . . . The Giants win the Pennant! The Giants win the Pennant! The Giants win the Pennant!”

“Down goes Frazier! Down goes Frazier!”

“The ball is still loose as they get it to Rogers . . . Oh the band is out on the field! . . . He’s gonna go into the end zone! He’s gone into the end zone! . . . The Bears . . . have won!”

“I don’t believe what I just saw!”

“Five seconds left in the game!”
“It’s over!”
“Do you believe in miracles!?”
“Unbelievable!”

“The S.O.S! He nailed it! This could be it! . . . [sound of hand hitting mat three times] . . . It’s over! It’s over! He did it! He did it! EBR did it!”

{The infamous overture from “Rocky” is heard as the crowd rise and cheer. 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 with the World Heavyweight Championship over his shoulder to another pop. 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 as he mounts the turnbuckle, “epically” in his own words. He stares into the crowd emotionlessly before hopping down and slightly pacing around the ring. The music gradually fades out as the lights go back to their normal settings, just as EBR stands in the middle of the ring.}

{He’s handed a microphone and waits several seconds for the crowd to die down. When they do he remains silent, encouraging another polite clap which is answered by the fans. When they again quiet down, he begins.}

EBR: What up, people?

{The crowd cheers because EBR asked them a question.}

EBR: So, I figure I could come out here and bask in my own glory in a selfish and conceited nature . . .

{He glares at Calvin.}

Calvin Lee: Hey man, you didn’t have to come out.

EBR: I’m the new World Heavyweight Champion. I’m supposed to open the show.

Calvin Lee: I don’t really know about that-

EBR: Yes I do.

{The crowd agrees with EBR, as Calvin rolls his eyes and quiets down.}

EBR: As I was saying before I was rudely interrupted . . .

{Another glare towards Calvin as the crowd boos him, to which Calvin throws up his arms in frustration.}

Calvin Lee: Are you kidding me? Really?

EBR: . . . I could stand here and tell you all how I’m better than everyone else, especially Calvin because I’m the World Heavyweight Champion and he’s only the International Champion. The International Champion who won because someone helped him, nonetheless . . .

{Calvin glares.}

EBR: . . . I could do that but what’d be the point?

Calvin Lee: Kind of disrespectful to me, for starters.

EBR: People are only as good as their opportunities. I have no reason to verbally elevate myself over anyone else. Every wrestler in the back is someone that I truly respect because we’re all one in the same.

{The crowd cheers because EBR shows class and respect.}

EBR: To stand here and hype myself up is really quite trivial in the grand scheme of things. What separates me from everyone else is that I encourage the aforementioned opportunities. I want everyone to experience the success that I currently have. Hence tonight, my first act as champion is to give someone else that chance. I am hereby creating the EBR “Land of Opportunity” match. Now, I’m sure you’re all asking what exactly the “Land of Opportunity” is.

Calvin Lee: What’s the “Land of Opportunity”?

EBR: That’s a great question, Calvin.

Calvin Lee: Thanks man.

EBR: It’s me, as champion, giving someone else an opportunity. How many men get to face the World Heavyweight Champion? I’m giving one man that chance.

Calvin Lee: Sorta like Rocky.

EBR: Indeed. And the recipient that I have chosen is none other than David Williams. Why you ask?

{Everyone looks at Calvin.}

Calvin: Oh . . . why?

EBR: Because I need to give the every day man an opportunity. I’m sure there’s thousands of people in the world named David Williams. It’s just easier to use a basic name as a metaphor for the majority.

Calvin Lee: I have a regular name; why not give it to me?

{The arena goes silent.}

EBR: . . . Anyways, the match stands tonight “Land of Opportunity: David Williams”. As you can see I am not in the headline because this is David Williams’ chance to shine.

{The crowd cheers because EBR is selfless.}

Calvin Lee: I take it the Heavyweight Championship is on the line.

EBR: Nah, that’s crazy. He hasn’t earned that right.

Calvin Lee: But you just said you based it off Rocky.

EBR: Yeah, but he didn’t win the title in the first one.

Calvin Lee: And wait, weren’t you already scheduled to face David Williams this week?

EBR: Well Calvin, I’m sorry to hear that you hate freedom.

Calvin Lee: What?

{The crowd boos Calvin because he’s a communist.}

EBR: The title is secondary to all of this. After all, I’m the champion and I had to earn my title shot. The laws of the WFWF I’m sure state that everyone else must do the same.

{“God’s Gonna Cut You Down” interrupts the champion as the newly crowned WFWF Tag Team Champions entrance music hits the PA accompanied by the jubilation of the crowd. The claps and bass sound as Obo emerges from the back quickly followed by Pierce Deville. Both men don the Tag title around their waist. Deville is also carrying the National Title over his shoulder.}

{In the ring, EBR looks amused while Lee looks irate at the interruption. Deville and Obo continue to make their way to the ring. They walk as a team but each man’s face suggests their own agenda. Without even acknowledging the crowd or parading their tag titles overhead, Deville pulls a microphone from his breast pocket while Obo is signaling the crew to cut the music with a right hand slashing across his throat.}

The Deville: I’m not exactly sure where we’re at, right now . . . but if I did know, I just thought I should inform you that I would yell the city name out very loudly. You all would then follow that with a cheer of retardation. I would then say something like look who’s standing in the ring with all the gold . . . alluding to the fact that myself, Obo, EBR and Calvin Lee basically owned the living **** out of Super Brawl. Then I would wait for you guys to quiet down. But I’m not doing all of that . . . because it takes you far too long to quiet down . . . and I’m not keen on wasting my breath.

{Deville makes this face >=) because he just made a joke that went over Horror’s head.}

The Deville: EBR . . . I respect your position on opportunity. After all I, too, am a firm believer that the meek will never inherit the earth and that Darwin guy was a genius. It’s only fair that we give certain people chances in order to better the community as a whole. If not, WFWF would be filled with the same old recycled crap with the same great wrestlers always coming out on top.

{The crowd is silent. One of Yukio’s final acts as someone of notoriety was to buy his entire family tickets to the show . . . so the arena is filled with a bunch of inbred morons.}

The Deville: Take Super Brawl for instance. Each and every one of us won our respective matches because we were superior to our opponents. So when Calvin asks you for a title shot . . . I get it. He sort of does deserve it and it would make for a great show. Don’t get me wrong . . . I respect giving the every day man their shot but . . . let’s face it . . . what me and Obo did to The Axis and Chemical Reaction and The Survivors . . . that was a perfect example of what happens when every day men try and tackle extraordinary men. CBT, the most perfect example of an everyday man . . . he didn’t even show up because he already KNEW what was going to happen.

{The crowd cheers because he also had rabies.}

The Deville: And when you took on Thunder . . . well hell, friend . . . we both know that match should have never happened. The every day man should be given opportunities but when the every day man wins Survival of the Fittest it makes for a terrible Super Brawl.

{The crowd doesn’t know if they should boo or not because they think Thunder might actually be weather phenomena.}

{Calvin looks confused because that’s what he does best.}

Calvin Lee: Uh . . . excuse me . . . but what the hell does that have to do with anything we were talking about.

{Calvin emphasizes “we” as in . . . this was an “A” and “B” conversation so “C” your way out.}

The Deville: Remember the dog!? Look at the

ing dog!!!

{The crowd cheers for rabies.}

Calvin Lee: What does a dog have to do-

The Deville: BECAUSE PLEBE! It proves my infinite superiority and unless management wants another champion vs. an every day man, which is what they’d get if they endorsed EBR vs. Calvin Lee . . . I want MY title shot!

{The crowd gets anxious because EBR and Deville are sort of friends and Deville just got in EBR’s face a little bit. They are also nervous because Obo has stood there the entire time doing nothing except scratch his butt but now his face lights up because he wants a title shot, too.}

The Deville: I know the Axis is weak, E, but seriously . . . we scratched your back and helped keep their rabies away from you . . . I think you owe me.

Obo (producing his own microphone box, quickly discarding the WFWF box in favor of an OBO box, earning him a glare of disproval from EBR): Through the trials and tribulations, the self loathing and the sacrifice, the pedophilia and the Kamardo, one thing has remained the same. I am the MVP of WFWF. From carrying the company on my back for seven months, to putting the cancer that nearly killed the WFWF back into remission.

[The Deville makes a movie camera motion and Calvin fights to stifle his laughter]

Obo: I am the MVP. I am the savior. Not you [pointing to Calvin] who fumbled in lower mid card with Jay Mayhem, and lost.. Not you [turning the attention to EBR] who went on some ghost chase to restore the dignity that was distorted, or something.. And not you [pointing the Obo microphone at Deville, which earns him a raised hands of innocence]. You see, Piercy, what have you really accomplished? You beat up a bunch of house showers. A lot. [Deville nods in agreement]. But when the time to step up. You dropped the ball.

The Deville: Dropped the ball? I took the same Wayne McGurk that you spent five months trying to get rid of and slapped him around so hard that he's gone . . . forever . . . I beat Thunder one on one . . . you know the guy that took the belt from you . . . I invented the wheel!

{As both continue their game of apparent one-upsmanship, EBR steps in.}

EBR: ‘Fellas, relax. Look, I’m a fair guy and I won’t forget you guys having my back the last month. And you know, you both probably deserve title shots and I’d like to give you those title shots, I really would. But it’s just . . . well, there’s only one of me and two of you. So logically, with one man holding a title and two looking for a title shot . . .

Calvin Lee: Three, actually.

EBR: Shut it.

Calvin Lee: That was really unnecessary . . .

EBR: I think there’s really only one solution . . .

{The crowd buzzes with anticipation.}

EBR: You two decide amongst yourselves who gets a title shot and get back to me, kay?

{“Made You Look” begins to play as EBR slides out of the ring as Calvin stands alone with Deville and Obo. Soon thereafter Calvin exits as well, leaving Deville and Obo in the ring as we fade to a commercial back.}

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Steven Nyangel & Jay Mayhem vs. Trace Demon & The Revolting Blob

Lock up center ring between Nyangal and Demon. Demon with a go behind waist lock out of the lock up. Nyangal elbows out of it into a rear waist lock of his own, but Demon with the standing switch into a take down, then the float over. Back to his feet, Nyangal comes running, but is caught with a Trace Demon deep arm drag into an arm bar. Demon works his way over to a tag to Blob, who fumbles and doesn’t retain the arm bar. Nyangal scrambles to tag Mayhem.

Mayhem in for a house of fire, knocking Blob down quickly. Blob rolls to the outside and grabs a hot dog. Blob chows down quickly and rolls back into the ring and is leg dropped by Mayhem. Mayhem with a cover and it’s enough for 2.99. Blob tags back out to Demon, who abruptly beheads Mayhem with a mafia kick of death. Demon tags back out to Blob as Mayhem slowly makes the tag to Nyangal.

Nyangal with some clubbing lefts and rights as he re-enters the match. Blob tries to fight him off and catches a stunning head butt that knocks him off his feet. The ref goes down to check on him, but Blob is back up at 4. Nyangal knocks him back down with too much stalling and locks in a Texas clover leaf, to which Blob quickly taps out.

Winners: Steven Nyangel & Jay Mayhem

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Backstage in Jonathan Parker’s office, Kurt Burton is seated with the president. Parker finishes up on the phone and hangs up.

Parker: What can I do for you Burton?

Burton: Well, I just wanted to say, thank you for this opportunity tonight.

Parker: You are welcome.

Burton: I mean, a chance to actually prove myself as a singles wrestler. Kurt Burton versus Pierce Deville for the National title.

Parker: It’s not for the title Kurt.

Burton withdraws. He looks a little shocked.

Burton: What do you mean it’s not for the title?

Parker leans back relaxed and calm.

Parker: It is a non title match.

Burton: But you always specify when it’s a non-title match. You didn’t specify.

Parker: I am sorry Burton. It is not for the title.

Kurt laughs, and brings himself back down a notch. He strokes his hair.

Kurt: Well that’s ok, because when I beat him, I get a shot right?

Kurt looks at Parker intently.

Parker: I do apologize, but the plan is to put you back in contention for the tag team titles. We understand that Possessed Child is back from Japan.

Burton stands up.

Burton: No. I am out of the tag division. I have been in the tag division for almost two

ing years. I am done. I am out. Wayne promised me…

Parker: Look around Mr. Burton. Wayne McGurk is no longer employed with this company. But you however are. And so you are under contractual obligation to perform in the manner which we see fit. Now if you will please.

Parker motions towards the door as Burton glares at him. Unphazed, Parker begins looking over some paper work in front of him.

With a huge growl, Burton pounds his fist through the desk. He has Parker’s attention.

Burton: You think this is over Johnny Boy? This is not over! I am going to get what I deserve. I am going to get an opportunity at one of those singles titles. Or else you… your stockholders… and every member of this roster is going to suffer. Got it?

Burton steps away, and walks through the office door.

Last Edit: Mar 3, 2008 17:26:19 GMT -5 by sonstuds

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2/29 Loaded Results Mar 3, 2008 17:17:59 GMT -5

Post by sonstuds on Mar 3, 2008 17:17:59 GMT -5

Saku vs Meg

Saku is making his long awaited return to a WFWF ring facing Meg who came back just a few weeks ago. The bell rang and Saku offered a handshake to Meg, who reluctantly shook his hand, but was greeted by a kick to the gut. Meg limped over and Saku dropped down to his knees and delivered a wicked uppercut to Meg's jaw. Meg flew back hitting the mat as Saku stood to his feet reciting the Finnish National Anthem. Meg pushed her self up and immediately ran at Saku hitting the spinning heel kick. Meg dropped onto Saku looking to end this, but only got a two count. Meg hopped to her feet once again and picked up Saku. She whipped Saku to the ropes, hitting him with a back body drop. She yelled out to the crowd calling for the end. Meg picked up Saku once more and placed him between her legs. She hoisted him up into the powerbomb position and he flew back face first. Saku has just suffered The Fallout as Meg picked up the win.

Winner: Meg

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Hardcore Championship – Jake Slash (c) vs. Dead Idol

As Slash makes his way down to the ring, we get our first glimpse of the barbed wire boards that are set up at ringside for this match. The barbed wire is entangled in an ugly mess and spread out all the way across the four foot inch thick boards. Several of these gimmicked set ups sit around the ringside, just a few feet apart for each board. Slash surveys each of the boards carefully, checking the wiring on each board. After inspecting all of the gimmick set ups, Slash slides into the ring.

RM: Jake Slash checking out those barbed wire boards greatly, checking each section of wire.

JO: I guess he wants to know what Dead Idol will be tossing him into in just a few seconds.. I looked at some of those gimmicky weapons earlier tonight and honestly, I have never seen such barbaric things in my life!

The lights dim, leaving Jake Slash standing in the center of the ring in total darkness. We hear a child’s laughter come over the loud speakers, which means only one thing, and that is the arrival of Dead Idol. “Dead Lover‘s Lane” by HIM begins to play over the loud speakers, and Dead Idol makes his way out onto the stage. Dead Idol stops for a moment at the top of the stage, to look over both the ringside area props from a far and the sold out Canadian crowd.

Dead Idol starts his way down the ramp, and is bombarded with a lot of garbage and other miscellaneous rubbish at him as he steps towards the ring. Dead Idol pauses for a second at ringside before sliding into the ring. The bell sounds, officially beginning the match.

RM: Here we go, the last WFWF Hardcore title match in WFWF, because it was a stupid belt that served no real purpose anyways other than fodder for Slash and Mayhem, Jake Slash versus Dead Idol. We know this is going to violent folks, so to protect your eyes, I'm asking you to turn off Owens’ mic for this match!

JO: Hey Mano?

RM: What?

JO: Call the

ing match!

RM: F bomb before the match even starts!

Slash circles around the ring for a moment, then calls for a tie up with Dead Idol. Dead Idol ties up, but then kicks Slash right in the groin. Dead Idol punches Slash right in the face HARD! The crowd “OOOH”s a bit at the direct punch to the face. Dead Idol winds back again, preparing for another direct blow to the face, but Slash stops him this time. Slash catches the arm of Dead Idol Dead Idol and begins to twist. Slash pulls Dead Idol to the center of the ring, then jumps into the air, hooking Dead Idol with a DEEP arm drag.

RM: A lot more wrestling in the early goings than I expected..

JO: I thought this was a barbed wire match? Let’s see some blood!

Slash stands center ring with a cocky smile on his face. Dead Idol comes running in and Slash catches him with a standing hiptoss. Dead Idol takes a second to catch his breath by sliding under the bottom rope.

RM: I’m not sure if Dead Idol prepared for an actual wrestling match. I think he moreso prepared himself for a garbage wrestling street fight.

Dead Idol taking a breather on the arena floor. Slash doesn’t give him much time though, as he comes sailing between the top and middle ropes with a suicide dive towards Dead Idol, but Dead Idol sidesteps and Slash lands on the guardrail sternum first. Dead Idol grabs one of the barbed wire board set ups quickly and sets it across the back of Jake Slash, wire down. Dead Idol hops up onto the ring apron and tosses up a quick taunt. Dead Idol comes sailing off the top rope with an attempted spinning leg drop, but Slash is able to not only move, but leave the barbed wire board where he was laying. Dead Idol hits the board hard, causing the thin plywood board to explode upon impact, leaving Dead Idol in an entangled mess of barbed wire. The crowd responds with a unanimous chant of “YOU

ED UP! YOU

ED UP!! YOU

ED UP!!!”

JO: HOLY ****!

RM: These fans have said it all.

JO: No they didn't...holy ****!

Dead Idol pulls pieces of the broken board off of him leaving him laying in just an entangled mess of barbed wire. The wire pierces deep into his skin, laying a ton of small puncture wounds all over his legs, side, and back. Slash comes in with a stiff kick right to Dead Idol’s barbed wire covered mid section, which causes the barbs to dig in even deeper than they previously were.

RM: That's gotta suck!

JO: No...it

ing blows!!

Dead Idol quickly tries to pull as many of the barbs out of his back as possible, but just as quick as he is pulling them out, Jake Slash is pushing them right back in. Slash grabs a strand of wire and proceeds to grind it in deep into the forehead of Dead Idol, opening up a deep and wide wound on the forehead of Bailey.

JO: (Screams "Ouch" in Korean)

RM: I didn't know you spent time in Korea

JO: I didn't. I did spend time in Kagura Himecho, however.

RM: Oh god, you're going to get us sued.

JO: She can't sue me. It's true. It's not defamation of character if it's true, Mano.

RM: And here I thought she was a dyke..

Dead Idol is finally able to fight his way out of the barbed wire face lock by giving Slash a few quick elbow. Dead Idol recovers the strand of barbed wire that Slash was using on him, which is now stained with Idol’s blood. Dead Idol chases after Slash with the strand of wire. Slash tries to get away from Idol, but Idol uses the wire as a whip, striking Slash hard in the back with the wire.

JO: I haven't seen that used like that since “Best of Jenna Jameson“...

RM: It wasn't barbed wire there Owens!

JO: But it was two lesbians!

RM: You're calling those two in the ring lesbians?

JO: No, I'm saying I'd rather be watching lesbians!

Dead Idol pulls the wire back once more, striking Slash even harder with the barbed wire whip. This shot with the wire causes the whip to remain stuck in the back of Jake Slash. Dead Idol tries to pull the whip back out, but it is stuck in deep. When Dead Idol is finally able to get the strand of wire out of the Jake Slash, it tears a small portion of Slash’s t-shirt as well.

JO: This is bull ****, these two need to get hardcore!

RM: What are you expecting Owens?

JO: A giant heh wrapped in barbed wire!

RM: WHAT?

JO: Happened in XPW!

RM: A lot of stupid **** happened in XPW!

Dead Idol grabs a chunk of barbed wire board that is still intact with a few strands of barbed wire still on it and proceeds to chase Jake Slash with it. Slash turns around and attempts to run backwards from Dead Idol, but Slash eventually falls. Dead Idol comes in after him with the board up to his head, but Slash is able to catch Dead Idol with a drop toe hold, dropping Dead Idol face first into the razor sharp barbed wire.

JO: Damn! By the time this match is over, his face is going to be more

ed up than Yukio‘s booking!

RM: That's possible?

JO: Point taken...

Slash recovers the barbed wire board and takes a shot at Dead Idol with it, but Dead Idol is able to duck the swinging sharp wood. Dead Idol with a kick to the mid section, which causes Slash to drop the board. Dead Idol recovers the board and proceeds to snap it right over the back of Slash’s head.

RM: And there's Excedrin headache #10!

JO: Since when did you work for WCW?

Dead Idol calls for a light tube, which someone at ringside gladly hands him.

JO: And why the

did that fan just have a random light tube laying around?

RM: *shrugs*

JO: So there is still hope for the giant heh wrapped in barbed wire! Hopefully Lizzy Borden takes accepts invitation.. I told her there was a whole new locker room for her to

her way through, since she already screwed everyone in XPW..

Dead Idol winds the light tube back and takes a vicious swing, striking Slash right in the face with the tube, causing the tube to explode upon impact.

JO: Sick ass shot there!

RM (still stuck on Lizzy): I heard she didn't sleep with Homeless Jimmy either...

JO: You heard incorrectly. Now call the damn match!

Dead Idol grabs an unbroken barbed wire board and slides it into the ring under the bottom rope. Dead Idol grabs Slash by the head, broken light tube still embedded in his face, and starts to pull him back to a vertical base, but Slash fights back with a series of punches to the mid section, breaking Slash free. Slash jumps upwards, catching Dead Idol behind the back of the head with a stiff kick. Both men lay in a broken, blood soaked mess on the arena floor.

RM: These two are laying it all on the line to become the last Hardcore champion!

Slash the first back to his feet. He grabs a section of barbed wire board and lays it across the face of Dead Idol. Slash up onto the ring apron, and then the top turnbuckle. Slash stands perched on the top rope as the crowd chants aloud “Spin the Slash! Spin the Slash!!” Slash does a hand motion, then dives off the top rope, doing a picture perfect corkscrew moonsault, but Idol moves, leaving Slash to hit nothing but a hunk of barbed wire board and unforgiving concrete.

RM: They call those moves high risk for a reason and Mr. Slash just showed why. High risk of damage to your opponent..

JO (cutting in): But also high risk for a big time

up!

RM: That’s basically the sum of it..

Idol slides into the ring, nursing his wounds gently. Idol pulls himself up using the ring ropes and taunts as if he is going to dive over the top rope. When the crowd is at a fever pitch, Idol backs up, a proceeds to flip the crowd off, much to the crowd’s disdain.

JO: HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEL!

RM: We're not in Mexico, Owens..

JO: Tell Tito Burrito that.. He's still chasing Blob around backstage thinking he's a bull! Legend my ass!

Dead Idol takes the time to taunt the other side of the crowd, which gives Slash the time to slide back into the ring. Slash’s shirt is now clearly tattered from the barbed wire, even missing a rather large chunk in the back. Slash from behind Dead Idol with a school boy, and referee Dylan Jones goes down for the count, 1.…2.… kick out by Dead Idol.

RM: He's gotta pay attention to his surroundings...

JO: No ****, Sherlock.

RM: Just saying...

Dead Idol right back to his feet, and pissed off. Slash still dazed on the mat. Dead Idol comes from behind with a few quick stomps, catching Slash right in the lower back. Dead Idol bends over and grabs a section of torn t-shirt and begins to pull upwards, ripping the t-shirt right off of the back of Jake Slash. Now Slash’s back is in clear view of the camera, so we can see all the puncture wounds from the barbed wire. Dead Idol grabs the second barbed wire board that was placed in the ring earlier and pulls it towards the center of the ring.

RM: I don't like the looks of this...

JO: I do! I do!!

Dead Idol pulls Slash up to a vertical base. A few stiff punches to the head, and Slash is starting to fall back down, almost into the barbed wire board, but Dead Idol has ahold of the hair, so Slash can’t fall far. Other than his long sleeved fish net shirt, Slash’s back is now completely exposed, meaning a fall into the barbed wire would be especially painful.

JO: ****'s about to happen, Mano.

RM: He's already busted wide open, and all you can say is ****'s about to happen?

JO: Well, I haven't seen anyone bleeding like this since Kat Hamilton's last porno!

RM: YOU CAN'T SAY THAT!

JO: Oh, but I did..

Dead Idol sets Slash up for a backbreaker. Dead Idol takes plenty of time in the preparation for the backbreaker, holding Slash just an inch away from the beginning of the barbed wire board. Dead Idol takes too much time though, and Slash is able to counter the backbreaker set up into an arm drag, tossing Bailey right into the center of the barbed wire board. The crowd lets out a collective “OOOOOOH!!” followed by a unanimous “HOLY ****! HOLY ****!!” chant.

JO: That has to

ing hurt...

RM: OH MY GAWD!!!!

Slash rolls over, rolling right into the edge of the barbed wire, cutting himself in several places on his side. Slash pulls himself out of the razor sharp wires and works his way back to his feet. Bailey has now rolled out of the wire as well, his back OOZING blood. Slash with a few quick stomps before pulling Dead Idol back to his feet. Slash sends Dead Idol sailing into the corner with a strong Irish Whip, causing Dead Idol to hit so hard he falls in the corner. Slash gets a glazed over look in his eyes and grabs the end of the barbed wire board.

RM: He's got some evil plans here...

JO: That's a pretty safe bet there Mano…

Slash pulls the hefty barbed wire board over to Dead Idol and sets it up, right in Dead Idol’s face, the barbed wire right in the face of Dead Idol. Slash pulls his foot back and kicks the back of the solid wood board, pushing the sharp barbs right into the face and chest area of Dead Idol. Slash goes to the far corner from Dead Idol and scales the top rope. The crowd begins to buzz at what Slash is planning.

JO: I REALLY like the looks of this!

RM: You are sick Owens, that’s all there is to it..

JO: Hell Mano, my ex-wife could have told you that!

Slash stands perched on the top rope for a moment, soaking in the fans admiration. Slash grabs the top of his fishnet shirt, which is now completely soaked in the crimson juice, and peels it off. Slash tosses the blood soaked fabric to the mat. As it hits the mat, it leaves an immediate blood stain. Slash takes a half a step forward on the top rope, before jumping, taking a DEEP flip, as if going for a Shooting Star Press, but takes it all the way over into a kicking like position. Slash now sailing towards Dead Idol and the barbed wire at a furious speed, Dead Idol manages to yank the barbed wire out of his skull, get from underneath it, and flip it over, before Slash hits. Slash makes contact with just the barbed wire side of the barbed wire board, which EXPLODES upon impact. Fragments of plywood go flying everywhere as Slash lays in the tangled mess of barbed wire. The crowd begins to chant, “HOLY ****! HOLY ****!! HOLY ****!!!”

RM: OH MY GAWWWD!!!!!!!!!!!! JAKE SLASH IS DEAD!!!

JO: JESUS CHRIST!! HE JUST

ED UP!!!!!!

Dead Idol grabs the foot of Jake Slash, which has a strand of barbed wire embedded in his pleather pants, and drags him to the center of the ring, dragging him through more barbed wire. Dead Idol with a cover, and referee Dylan Jones makes a count on his knee, as to not dive into the barbed wire, 1.…2.…3!

RM: Mercifully, this one is over!

JO: JAKE SLASH IS

ING DEAD!!

Ring announcer Unnamed Announcer makes the announcement official.

KK: Your winner of this match, and the final WFWF Hardcore champion, The Dead Idol

“Dead Lover’s Lane” by HIM begins to play as a gored Dead Idol slides out of the ring, but WAIT! It’s Steven Nyangal! Nyangal rushes the ring and quickly slams Dead Idol’s face into the steel ring steps. He grabs a steel chair from ringside and sets it up in the open position, quickly grabbing Idol by the head. Ring crew try to get him to let go by just end up thrown over the guardrail. Nyangal lifts Idol and drops him HARD onto the steel chair with a brain buster, essentially crippling him. Nyangal isn’t done though, as he’s going down on Idol. He’s trying to take off the mask.

JO: He’s trying to take off the mask!

RM: I think the description just said that, Owens..

Nyangal is trying to get the mask off, but is nailed in the crotch with a kick to the nuts from Idol. Idol quickly reties his mask and bails through the crowd with the Hardcore and F.U.C.K. titles in hand.

Winner: Dead Idol, though it doesn’t look like it.

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{We return to see World Heavyweight Champion and “America’s Wrestler” EBR about to enter the locker room. At the same moment, DGX walks out. Both stare at one another as the fans watching hopefully know their history. If not it’s your loss and your confusion . . .

. . . Just kidding, EBR is a class act who is keen on spreading information. Knowledge is power. DGX took EBR under his wing as his prodigy even though EBR was a success from the get-go in the XWA.

Other than some small tidbits that’s actually about it, to be perfectly honest.}

EBR: . . . Hi.

DGX: Hey, how’s it going?

EBR: Good, good . . . you?

DGX: Pretty good.

EBR: Nice.

DGX: Nice indeed.

EBR: Been awhile.

DGX: An immeasurable amount of time.

EBR: Three years, but ‘tever . . .

DGX: You’re the champ.

EBR: I’m the champ.

DGX: Nice.

EBR: Nice indeed.

{Both stare awkwardly.}

DGX: So . . .

EBR: Well, I was actually uh . . .

{He begins to point behind him.}

DGX: Yeah, I was leaving too.

EBR: So I’ll uh . . .

DGX: . . . Yeah.

EBR: . . . Peace.

DGX: See you later, kid.

{Both walk away in opposite directions.}

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2/29 Loaded Results Mar 3, 2008 17:18:46 GMT -5

Post by sonstuds on Mar 3, 2008 17:18:46 GMT -5

Reckless vs. High Horror

Reckless knows that if he wants to beat Horror, he has to take the big man with hit-and-run tactics. So he quickly locks on a head-lock onto Horror, but he is thrown off. Reckless ricochets off of the ropes and attempts a shoulder-tackle on Horror. It does little damage. Reckless runs against the ropes again, and throws an elbow into the solar-plexus or Horror. Reckless tries to Irish-Whip Horror, however, Horror surprisingly takes the attack and hits the turnbuckle. Reckless gets into the 3-point stance, and charges at Horror. Reckless leaves his feet about 4 feet from Horror and turns his force into a Feint-Kick. Reckless, however, over-does it. Horror moves out of the way and Reckless gets ‘tied to the Tree of Woe.” Horror takes advantage and charges at Reckless. Reckless could not get away. Right before impact, Horror turned around, virtually crushing Reckless. Horror unties him and goes for a cover.

1………2………..Kick out!

Horror knees Reckless in the small of his back and climbs back to his feet. Horror puts Reckless in a sharpshooter but Reckless gets to the ropes quickly and Horror is forced to break the hold, but he waits until the ref gets to a four count. Horror hits Reckless with an leg-drop from the second turnbuckle. Horror stands Reckless up. Horror hits Reckless with an inverted atomic drop. Now Reckless bouncing up and down. Horror takes Reckless back down to the ground with a running jumping knee to Reckless’s face.

Mano: Man, Horror has blown a gasket.

Owens: Can you blame him, Mano? Reckless cost that man his one and only shot at WFWF gold. You cannot in all good conscience say that if you were in Horror’s position you would not flip your lid too.

Mano: Yes, Horror and Williams were screwed out of the titles by Reckless, but I could never in ‘all good conscience’ just turn Reckless into his personal punching-bag.

Owens: Mano, Reckless is getting everything he deserves, and Horror is, in my opinion, being gentle with Reckless. A man of that size and stature could do a lot more damage.

Mano: Maybe, but still, I think if Horror wanted to end this, he could.

Owens: Coulda, woulda, shoulda Mano. Reckless has not had enough punishment yet.

Horror picks up Reckless and throws him across the ring. He is starting to get cocky. And he is getting a chorus of boos from the crowd. He is unsure why. Reckless crawls to Horror and swings his arm back, weak kneeing Horror. Reckless struggles to get up but manages.

Owens: I don’t believe it!

Mano: Atta boy Reckless. Go get ‘em.

Reckless picks up Horror. He backs Horror into the turnbuckle and starts throwing his shoulders into Horror.

Horror goes to the middle rope and brings Reckless up with him in Power-bomb position. But Reckless hurricuranna’s Horror off of the second rope, sending him flying. Reckless covers.

1……….2……….kick out.

Reckless picks up Horror and is very aggravated. He decides it would be better to take Horror on face to face. Horror and Reckless are dukeing it out in the center of the ring. They have to hate each other. They are throwing lefts, rights, kicks, knees, elbows, shoves, the whole 10 yards. Horror hurls Reckless into the turnbuckle. Reckless is obviously in pain. Horror goes for a hard clothesline on Reckless, but Reckless does a split and Horror crashes into the turnbuckle. Reckless takes advantage and rolls up Horror, and pulls the trunks. The ref is oblivious.

1……….2………..Kick Out.

Reckless goes out of the ring as Horror argues with the ref. Reckless grabs a steel chair as Dave Williams runs down to ringside and grabs the chair off of Reckless. He hauls the chair back while Reckless is cowering. Williams attempts to attack Reckless but stops himself. He stares into the ring where Horror still has the ref distracted. Williams drops the chair and walks back up the turnbuckle. Reckless, confused, walks back into the ring. Horror, confused as well punches Reckless super hard.

Reckless’s nose is spurting blood. Horror starts delivering body shots to Reckless, making Reckless almost topple over. Horror finally realizes his work here is done. He grabs the throat of Reckless with both hands, lifts him up, and hits his version of an inverted sit-down power-bomb called “Dreadful Acts” He covers.

1……….2………..3

Winner: High Horror

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The WFWF has learned that Kat Hamilton is leaving on a jet plane and they do not know when or if she’ll be back again. It is currently unknown if she hates to go.

Inside of her packed bags was the Women’s Championship. Because of this the reward for winning the upcoming match is the right to the National title and its currently void number one contendership. Ah yes, how we dream for the day women can compete for titles currently occupied by men. But wait, we don’t have to dream . . . those days are here!

Equality is a beautiful thing.

… And there was a pressing law suit for discrimination.

Number One Contendership to the ~~Women’s~~ National Title - Ayn Guish vs. Candi Starlight vs. Kagura Himecho

The match itself lasted only a few minutes as Candi beat her two competitors pretty easily. In the closing moments Candi performed a spinning back kick on Ayn Guish before nailing the Sweet Dreams on Kagura onto the downed Guish. With both of her opponents on top of one another (it is NOT sexual. Remember? Equality? They are NOT objects) Candi sat on the pile, receiving the three count.

Winner: Candi Starlight

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WFWF returns back as "Encore" by Jay-Z plays. Shawn Roberts stands in the ring, in a black suit, with a mic in his hand. The music cuts and and the fans chant "Shawn" over and over.

Shawn: Man, I never thought this day would come so soon. My retirement speech. I think I could've gotten through for a while even though my doctor said no. But thanks to Williams drop kicking my knee, my career is over. I just want to thanks my brother, Flamez, who could not be here tonight, for getting me into this business. And especially you fans. You guys supported me through everything. You guys.......

Suddenly the lights went out for a few seconds. When they came back on, Shawn Roberts was in the ring bloodied. This would be the last we see of Shawn Roberts.......

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<DGX is seen in the hallway walking towards the ring. He is not looking up but rather at his wrists making sure the tape is on and nearly ploughs into Calvin Lee almost bowling the injured new WFWF International champ over! DGX looks up indignantly...>

DGX: Hey! Watch it ki...oh it’s you.

<Calvin Lee has recovered his balance and shakes off and smiles, a little starstruck because it’s DG mo frickin X! D looks blankly at him, and it becomes apparent to Lee that if he was expecting an apology, it’s likely not forthcoming.>

Lee: So...I wanted to ya know, thank you for...

<D has been looking at Lee with a barely interested half hearted nod while looking around past Lee towards where he was originally headed. He cuts Lee off in exasperation...>

DGX: Yeah, yeah. No sweat kid. Anything else?

Lee: Well yeah, we going to the ring now?

<DGX looks at Lee like he’s drunk and/or high. With a furrowed brow DGX inquires in a very sarcastic tone of voice...>

DGX: And you are coming down with me because...?

<Lee shrugs.>

Lee: According to the card, I’m supposed to.

DGX: That’s the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard. Who books this crap? Anyways, look Claven...

Lee: It’s Calvin...

DGX: ...like it matters. Take the night off, relax, shine your belt, call your girlfriend if you have one, I got this.

Lee: You sur...

DGX: Yeah. Later.

<DGX shoves past Lee with a quick shoulder to shoulder knock moving Lee out of the way and walks down the hallway quickly as Calvin is seen looking after him with a “ooooo-kay” look on his face.>

Lee: Yeah...later.
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DGX vs. DC

DC already stands in the ring as “Imperium” by Machine Head hits and the song begins its long crawl into the entrance of WFWF’s newest addition, DGX. As the song chugs along the fans begin to cat call and get restless as the commentators blather about the sheer arrogance of this newcomer to take up so much time coming to the ring! DGX appears and goes through his entrance in no hurry and gets into the ring on his own time, until finally after his grand spectacle of an entrance he stands toe to toe with DC with a very smug and wily smirk on his face. DC trash talks a little and tries to get into the veteran’s head but quickly finds out all that gets him with D is a stiff slap to the face!

D wastes no time jumping the surprised and off balance DC with a punch/chop alternating combination before whipping DC off the ropes and racing after him to floor DC with a flying forearm smash. DGX kips up with a smug smirk and looks down at DC trying to get to his feet still holding his glowing cheek and DGX further messes with the guy by shoving him down with a shove to the head! DGX then puts the boots to the downed DC not allowing him back to his feet to get in a lick of offense. DGX finally hauls DC up with a rear waistlock and snaps off a quick German suplex, throwing DC in an intentional high arc that sees him land high and tight on his head and neck in classic DGX fashion. As DC is in pain on the mat D simply saunters over to the corner and props himself up laying across the top rope and gazes bored at his nails waiting for DC to get to his feet. DGX finally gets tired and gets off the top rope as DC is to his feet and he turns into DGX who swings a right hand for him but DC counters with an STO! DGX is down for the first time!

DC gets to his feet holding his neck from the German and puts some boots to DGX before guiding DGX’s ascent and lifting him up before hitting a punishing jumping piledriver! He gets on DGX with him down and locks in a choke sleeper! DGX groans in pain as the referee comes to check him but manages to use his lanky frame to get a foot on the rope forcing the break! DC grabs D’s arms and puts his boot on the top of D’s head and nails a vicious curb stomp! He covers D and only receives a two count! DC is angered by this and has words with the official! After a couple of minutes arguing (time D gratefully used to recover) DC picks up D and looks to go for the finish! He lifts D to his shoulders in a fireman’s carry and looks to be going for his Pure Brutality finisher however D comes to life with struggles and manages to slide off DC’s shoulders and hit a lightening quick enziguri! Both men are down!

Close to the six count DGX and DC reach their feet with D only up a moment before DC but physically behind him. DGX springs into motion and runs leaping and taking hold of DC’s head giving him a face full of canvas with a one handed bulldog! D is to his feet quickly and runs at DC and nails him with a flying forearm smash knocking him down again! D springs up with a kip up again and is already on the move before DC is fully to his feet and runs a complete circle around DC almost before hitting the middle rope and spring boarding back to an off balance DC with a springboard dropkick knocking him down! D is to his feet quickly and DC runs at him only to receive a drop toehold which guillotine’s him on the middle rope! D hits the ropes behind DC and brings his weight across the back of DC’s neck and shoulders driving the rope into his throat! DC gets to his feet holding his throat and gets another brutal open hand slap from a smirking DGX who seems to be thoroughly enjoying himself now, which awakens more anger in DC causing him to wildly grab for DGX which the quick veteran easily evades and ducks under! DC whirls around seeing red and that quickly turns to black as DGX rings his boot off DC’s face with the Breakdown superkick putting his lights out. A three count later and DGX is declared the winner as “Imperium” plays and DGX mockingly stage bows for the cheering/jeering fans as the show cuts to commercial.

Winner: DGX
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The WFWF has learned that evidence between unlawful dog fighting activities has been linked towards WFWF President Jonathon “JP” Parker’s Virginia residence.

In two weeks he will be relieved of his WFWF duties. In advance the WFWF wishes him the best in his future endeavors, which maybe a lengthy jail sentence.

As a result the WFWF President and General Manager positions are now open for sale. Let the bidding commence.

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Post by sonstuds on Mar 3, 2008 17:19:36 GMT -5

Thunder vs, Wez

Wez was rebounding from his loss at Superbrawl as was Thunder, but Thunder's rebound from Superbrawl was much different as his lost his World Title. Thunder showed why he was a former world champion as he took Wez to the woodshed early on by working on his arms with back to back armdrags, following it up with a sick armbar, but Wez was close to the ropes and Thunder was forced to break the hold. Thunder got to his feet and Wez took time to get to his, but Thunder immediately ran at him, looking for a clothesline, but Wez ducked out of the way and caught Thunder with a rebounding Powerslam with a pin, 1....2....kickout. Wez, who is still in pain from his arm somehow picks up Thunder and places him in a front face lock looking for a DDT, but Thunder punched at Wez gut, causing him to break the hold, but Thunder was able to jaw jack the hell out of Wez. Thunder dropped a quick legdrop on Wez before picking him up and hoisting him over his shoulders. Thunder screamed out (Thunder and Lightning) and dropped Wez right on his head for the win.

Winner: Thunder

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<We're once again brought to backstage as Alex Sean makes his way down the hallway. As he passes ring crew and other wrestlers, conversations seem to quiet to whispers or stop completely. While Sean notices, he doesn't pay it much mind.>

"Hey, Al."

<Sean stops, then turns around to find Calvin Lee chasing him down.>

Alex Sean: Oh hey Calvin, what's up?

Calvin Lee: Well, to be honest I'm a little bothered about something.

Alex Sean: What's that?

Calvin Lee: I just need to know... why did you help me at SuperBrawl?

Alex Sean: Heh... I don't recall..

Calvin Lee: DGX told me everything man. Why don't you answer the question?

<The seriousness in Lee's voice comes as inauthentic to Sean, but he's not gonna break balls.>

Alex Sean: Just felt I owed you one, is all.

Calvin Lee: What? For leaving EBR and I without saying anything?

Alex Sean: Yeah, something like that.

Calvin Lee: Fair enough, but I didn't need your help. I had the match covered.

<Sean knows that's untrue as well, but once again, he's a pretty cool guy.>

Alex Sean: It's not like that. It's just, well let's face it, have any of us, you, E, myself, gotten a fair shake here by these owners?

Calvin Lee: Still man..

Alex Sean: Do I need to remind you of the "XWA vs. WFWF" match at SuperBrawl III? Your title match with Obo? I could go on.

<Truthfully, that's all he could think of off the top of his head.>

Calvin Lee: No... no... I see your point.

Alex Sean: Just wanted to make sure your back was covered. I'd have handled it myself, but I had business to deal with.

Calvin Lee: I see.

Alex Sean: We cool?

Calvin Lee: ... Yeah, I guess.

Alex Sean: Alright, well, I'd love to talk but I'm actually looking for someone. You seen E around?

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{We fade onto High Horror and David Williams, the Chemical Reaction, in mid-bickering.}

Horror: What the hell Dave?

Williams: What, Horror? What are you complaining about?

Horror: Reckless could have fed me to the dogs and you would not have cared.

Williams: Horror, I risked myself by going out there and taking that chair off of that psycho. I would like a thank you at least.

Horror: No, because either you should have hit him, and made your partner’s job easier. Or take the chair to the back. You know what could have happened had he grabbed that chair?

Williams: Yeah, like the last 7 weeks, you would have lost. And frankly, I would not have cared. I cannot stand you sometimes dude. And this little temper-tantrum just ended it for me. Horror, get your priorities straight. Until then, I want nothing to do with you. See me when you are right in the head.

(Williams walks out of sight and Horror has a confused look on his face.)

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Land of Opportunity - EBR vs. David Williams

In the debut of the Land of Opportunity EBR gave David Williams the opportunity to face him, non-title. On paper it seems like a pretty raw deal, but the fans gave EBR a standing ovation for his humanitarian services on his way to the ring so it all worked itself out somehow.

As the match began EBR outstretched his arm for a handshake, only for it to be swatted away. Looking hurt EBR stepped back as the fans booed, to which David Williams flipped the left side the bird. The right side then proceeded to throw garbage at Williams who in a fit of anger rushed towards EBR, but was subdued and was dropped face first into the turnbuckle with a drop toe hold.

From then on David Williams looked to use his high flying arsenal to gain control, and while moderately successful, he never kept a continual advantage as EBR continued to thwart off the evil, crowd hating David Williams.

In the end David Williams gave a valiant effort but could not match EBR and the people (because they’re part of his success, just ask him). In the closing moments David Williams was stricken with the Welcome to Detroit and the S.O.S, which were referred to as the Welcome to America and The EBR, respectively. Apparently EBR has taken to re-naming his moves. Regardless, this was enough to win the match as David William’s opportunity was unfortunately squandered. But hey, at least he tried.

As EBR was handed his Heavyweight Champion he started an “America” chant which was quickly picked up. Confetti began to rain down from the rafters as several fans cried in joy. It was just another inspirational moment brought to you by EBR.

Winner: EBR

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<We come back from commercial break to find EBR walking into the locker room. He moves towards his bag, grabbing a towel, then begins to walk towards the shower. He abruptly stops, however, when he finds Sean standing in a darkened corner smoking a cigarette.>

EBR: ... How long did it take you to get this all set up?

Alex Sean: Lighting only took a few minutes. I went through a couple of cigarettes waiting for you to show up.

EBR: You're the most cliché person I've ever met. And what were you gonna do if I didn't see you? Spy on me in the shower?

Alex Sean: Probably not.

<A blank expression goes over EBR's face.>

Alex Sean: What?

EBR: ... Probably?

Alex Sean: ... no, no I wasn't.

EBR: So what's this all about?

Alex Sean: I felt like we should... clear the air.

EBR: I don't see why. Looks like things worked out for the better. I'm WFWF Champion and you're... what is it you're doing here exactly?

Alex Sean: Talking to you.

EBR: You know what I meant.

Alex Sean: You'll find out soon enough.

EBR: More cryptic. Great. Well I kind of have things to do so...

<EBR begins to walk away.>

Alex Sean: It wasn't like I was trying to steal your spot.

EBR: Sure seemed like it to me, Alex.

Alex Sean: I told you why I was there. I had to make sure that if you didn't show up, they'd have a suitable replacement.

EBR: Since when did you start caring about the WFWF, let alone their business?

Alex Sean: I've got friends and allies all over, E. With McGurk stepping out, it means the office is in control of things and they need recognizable faces. I happen to be one, so...

EBR: Save the monologue. You were there because you thought I wouldn't show up and wanted the title match. You saw an opportunity and you took it. I don't know why you can't just admit that you went behind my back about it.

<Sean flicks the cigarette carelessly on the floor.>

Alex Sean: Man... when you were the top guy in XWA, who was the General Manager that watched your back? When you wanted to use Bullseye and KC Krystal on TV, who helped you out? When you hadn't done a single thing for years, who brought you back to the WFWF with a purpose? Who won the tag titles with you in the first place? That was all me. I did all of those things. I've watched your back and done my best to help you out for all these years, and never once have I asked for the favor back. Never once have I asked you to help me. All I've ever asked is that you watch my back and trust my word in return. And now you're going to tell me that after all that, after all we've been through, that I stabbed you in the back?

EBR: Look all...

Alex Sean: As a matter of fact it was you who turned on me in '03, not the other way around.

EBR: Oh whatever man. That was years ago. You're gonna hold that against me now?

Alex Sean: No, but there was a time when you trusted me at my word, and I trusted you at yours even after that. I just don't understand what all of a sudden changed that.

EBR: Something to the effect of you leaving the WFWF without telling Calvin or I. Probably around there.

<Both Sean and EBR notice the duality. In 2003, EBR had left for several months only to return after Alex Sean won the WFWF Title, and subsequently betraying him. Likewise, Sean's disappearance in 2006 ceased only when EBR was about to attain that very same prize. The irony isn't lost on either of them, and a relative calm seems to come over both.>

Alex Sean: I guess I see your point. I don't agree with it, but I see where you're coming from. So why don...

EBR: ... All I need to know, is that if you're going to come after my title, you tell me now. No locker room assaults or attacks when the other's distracted, just a clear yes or no.

Alex Sean: I have no intention of going after your title. With that being said, all I need to know is if you're going to try and take me out before I become a threat in your eyes.

EBR: ... Nah, we're cool.

<Sean extends his hand and is received by EBR. With not much more than a nod, EBR goes towards the shower and Sean walks towards the locker room door.>

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Post by sonstuds on Mar 3, 2008 17:22:02 GMT -5

Non-Title – “Who Wants It More”. But it’s non-title? Who wants it more!!

Pierce Deville vs. Kurt Burton

"Sympathy for the Devil” blares out over the speakers, and Deville makes his way down to the ring, carrying both straps over his shoulder. His steps methodical and determined. He enters the ring, and holds up each belt with a cocky self-assured smile.

“With this Fire” by Fozzy plays over the speakers. Kurt Burton emerges from behind the curtain, wearing a T-shirt and a pair of jeans.

Mano: Burton does not look dressed to compete.

Owens: What is going on?

Burton stops at the top of the ramp, and pulls out a microphone.

Burton: Look. I know what you all are thinking. Here is Burton. Pussing out. But that is not the case. But am I competing tonight… no. I am not.

The crowd boos him. He stands there and takes their abuse.

Mano: This is ridiculous.

Burton: Look, Pierce Deville is a fine competitor. And he holds a very prestigious title. A title I apparently am not worthy to challenge for. As I am unworthy to challenge for the International championship, even though I had defeated Valentine and Lee in the past, I get no title opportunity. A world title, which I have hung in there tooth and nail, with every competitor I step in that ring with, eludes me. But our management, our brilliant management, decides to give Obo and Deville a shot at my tag titles. What had they done? When had Obo and Deville even tagged together, just the two of them? They never had. So, since our management has decided that I am unworthy to challenge for any titles, other than the tag titles I have held on numerous occasions, I declare, that I am on strike! As of this moment, Kurt Burton will not step foot in a WFWF ring until I receive what I deserve. A shot at any title. I don’t care if it’s the hardcore title, or the National, or the International…hell I’ll put on a bra and go for the women’s championship. But as of this moment…

Deville: Burton. Quit your whining and get in this ring and take the beating you have coming to you.

Burton laughs, as Deville stares at him.

Burton: Believe me Piercy, I would love to come into that ring, and wipe that cocky ****-eating grin right off of your jagged little jaw, but sometimes there are things more important than wins and loses. Sometimes there are times when the time has run out, and all time stands still for a man to find what time it is...

Deville: What the hell are you rambling about?

Burton: Plain and simple Piercy, as of this minute, second, nano second... I AM ON STRIKE!

Deville laughs, he takes a step back.

Deville: You are on strike? Really, maybe you are just scared Burton. Petrified of my amazing prowess.

Burton: Believe me, the only thing that would be petrified if you and I wrestled would be your pee-pee you sick freak. Now ref... do your damn job and count me out!

The referee pokes his head through the ropes, and begs Burton to come into the ring.

Burton: Hell no I am not getting in that ring. Management wants to

me over, we can see how much they like having a wasted main event. Count me out.

Burton pauses as the referee continues to plead with him. Deville looks on in amused disbelief.

Burton: Here, I will even start the count for you refee....

1....

2....

The referee tired of arguing joins in.

3....

4....

5....

6....

7....

8....

9....

10!!!!

Burton: And please, ring announcer guy who blows so much and who is so unimportant I don't even know what your name is....
allow me to do the honors.

Burton prepares himself, and takes in a deep breath.

Burton: The Winner of this match as result of a ten count forfeit.... and still the most condescending douchebag employed by this company.... PIIIIIIIEEEERCY DDDDDDDDDEEEEEEEEEEVVVVVVVVIIIIIILLLLLLLLLLEEEEE!!!!!!

The crowd boos heavily as Burton just smiles and looks around at them.

Burton: Well, if you don't like it please feel free to send your hate mail to j.parker.pres@wfwf.com Thank you and good night.

Burton slams down the microphone as he storms away.

Deville just smiles a bit and begins to retreat to the back. But would he really let Loaded end this way? Certainly there is something that can be done to rectify this grievous situation Mr. Kurt Burton has put us in . . . perhaps . . . just maybe . . .

The Deville: Well rather than have the end of Loaded get butt-

ed into submission by some sissy ass cry baby . . . allow me to take a few minutes of your time and lighten your spirits with a classic . . . IN RING PROMO O-DOOM~!!!

The crowd is ears, as is the standard when Deville has the microphone.

The Deville: Unfortunately, however, I won’t be utilizing this time to call anybody out so before we begin . . .

. . .remember the dog!? Look at the

ing dog!!!

>=)

The crowd boos . . . it’s getting old.

The Deville: It was brought to my attention the other day that I’m quickly becoming too badass for this place. I can’t say I argued with that . . . after all it’s the truth. Some loser came to me and said that the WFWF National Championship . . . the belt that I’ve put on the map . . . was never meant to grow as big as I’ve made it. It was never supposed to shine as much as it does . . . it was never meant for a talent like the one I present to you, today.

The Deville: The National Title was meant for bitches like Kurt Burton and The See Bee Tea. It was supposed to be a stepping stool that I, instead of using, simply crushed with superiority and greatness. So the tool that gave me the shot at the belt . . . the same moose knuckle that rigged Survival of the Fittest because I wasn’t ready yet . . . is telling me that I’ve outgrown my level and it’s time to pass the torch.

The Deville: Mother

er I’m on my own God Damn level!

Cheers from the crowd.

The Deville: The torch is never passed . . . it’s taken. And that’s exactly what they’ve done to me. They’ve taken the National Title away from me. As of the end of this broadcast I will no longer be the greatest double champion in the world because these bungholes are stripping me of the belt.

Boos from the crowd. You hear that Yukio . . . boos.

The Deville: But have no fear. Rather than allow the powers that be completely disgrace the legacy I’ve made with this belt . . . I mean . . . who will ever forget the triple threat defense against Adam Anderson and Chris Davis. Or the Survival qualifier when I defended against Dane Christian in that epic bout. Or, most recently, the two greatest matches of this decade . . . my victories over Burton and CBT in successive weeks?

Yeah, those matches were garbage.

The Deville: So instead of tainting the marvelous ness osity of the WFWF National Championship with some stupid TWIST or gimmick better meant for teletubbies . . . I’ve coerced the plebes running this place to let Your Mom’s Favorite Wrestler decide what happens with it.

The crowd is intrigued.

The Deville: It’s a concept NEVER HEARD OF BEFORE. I’m calling it “Your Mom’s Second Favorite Wrestler”. I will choose 5 WFWF Superstars that I think are worth enough to fight for the WFWF National Title and take them on a 5 week journey to see who is worthy of being my successor. In the first week all five will face off in battle. When one person is pinned or submits, the match is over. The loser will be eliminated from competition and the four superstars not eliminated will continue their fight the FOLLOWING week. The advantage of being the person responsible for pinning or submitting your opponent is that you will get IMMUNITY from elimination the following week. This will continue until we only have two superstars remaining and they will do battle on WFWF Pay Per View for the oh so coveted National Championship.

The crowd seems indifferent.

The Deville: I know you’re all speechless at the idea of this completely original idea that no reality TV show had anything to do with . . . but it’s going to happen. And it will be the single greatest event in WFWF history BECAUSE . . . Yukio didn’t come up with it.

The crowd cheers because Yukio’s TWISTS are leaving soon.

The Deville: There is one TWIST~! though . . .

The crowd boos because the TWIST~! is back . . .

The Deville: I will be the special guest referee for every match.

The crowd cheers because that actually makes sense.

The Deville: Bribes and extortion are expected, of course, and furthermore encouraged. I’m going to let the suspense fill the air all week. 4 names will not be revealed until later this week in a super sweet press conference O’ DOOM~! that I will hold.

The crowd “ooooooooh’s”.

The Deville: But allow me to introduce the first superstar in the competition . . . he is a man that I recently had the pleasure of smacking around like a three year old girl. But he shows promise. He has a solid build even though he could never hope to bench press my penis. He is a recent victim of Your’s Truly and the less he says, the better off we all are . . . ladies and gentlemen the first entrant in “Your Mom’s Second Favorite Wrestler” . . . LANCE HOY~ errrr . . . THE HIGH HORROR~!!!!!

The crowd "aaaaah's".

“Sympathy for the Devil” plays as Pierce does the D-X chop and drops the microphone.

Winner: Pierce Deville because he wanted it more!!!

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<We find ourselves in what looks to be an almost carbon copy of Wayne McGurk's office at SuperBrawl. Inside stands none other than Alex Sean, admiring the assorted nick-nacks on the desk. We hear a knock at the door, not unlike at SuperBrawl, however this time standing at the door is DGX.>

DGX: Can I come in?

Sean: Heh... Yeah. Nobody's here anyway.

DGX: Except you, of course.

Sean: Except me.

<They both share a moment of awkward silence.>

DGX: You catch my match?

Sean: Not so much. I figured you had it won. Who were you facing again? Dane Christian?

DGX: Yeah, that's the guy.

Sean: I vaguely remember him from Vanguard.

DGX: Vanguard?

Sean: The "new" XWA that folded before its first show.

DGX: Oh so you booked it then?

<Ouch.>

Sean: Heh... I dunno, just strange to see everyone back I guess. Me, you, Calvin, EBR, and so on...

DGX: Is that what you are?

Sean: What?

DGX: Back?

<The thought hadn't occurred to him.>

Sean: Well... yeah, I guess I am. How's it treating you?

DGX: Better than most things. You know me Al, I'm kind of an icon. To come back after a near... immeasurable amount of time...

Sean: <Mumbling under his breath> less than three years...

DGX: .. and still be revered as one of the best. Well, I can't say I didn't expect it but it's good nonetheless.

Sean: So you're back to, what? Baske or something to that effect?

DGX: Well, why are you back then?

Sean: I have busin...

DGX: No, why are you here.

<DGX raises a good point. Worse than that, Sean knows that DGX has a good point, and even worse than that, DGX knows that Sean knows that it's a good point. It's almost tragic that these two men have known each other for so long and still have yet to even begin understanding the other.>

Sean: Well... I guess... there's a reason for everything.

DGX: Right.

Sean: Yeah...

<Again with the silence.>

DGX: Well, I have to head out.

Sean: I'll catch you later.

<DGX gives Sean a nod and turns towards the door. Just when it seems DGX is about to exit...>

DGX: Say, you have any idea who Wayne McGurk's replacement is going to be?

Sean: I haven't heard anything. Probably another retired mid-carder or something to that effect.

DGX: Looks like another term for Scorpion as owner, right?

<Sean laughs.>

Sean: Something like that.

DGX: Alright, well, peace.

<DGX turns the corner of the door frame and is gone from our presence. Left alone in this small cube of an office is Alex Sean. He looks around once more, then makes his way to the leather chair at the desk. He stares at it for just a few brief moments before speaking to himself...>

Sean: Yeah... this could work.

<And with that, we fade...>

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The beginning notes of Miseria Cantare fills the arena speakers as the crowd is to their feet. Instead of the usual flickering of the lights and smoke that fills the ramp. Yukio Blaze makes his appearance without all of that. He is decked out in street clothes and not the usual wrestling gear. His right elbow is heavily taped, but it doesn’t keep him from holding his briefcase high in the air. Yukio walks down the ramp, slapping the fans hands at ringside and even allows a few of them to touch the case. He makes away around the ring greeting the fans and even shakes the hands of Ray Mano and Ryan Riddles, before finally entering the ring. Yukio rolls under the ropes and hops to his feet as the song starts to fade, but the cheers still fill the arena. The fans chant Yu-Ki-O, Yu-Ki-O over and over for a few moments, then Yukio pulls out the microphone that is in his back jeans pocket and is able to speak.

At least I get respect from you guys.

The fans cheer his name once again, but he over talks them.

You may have noticed that I didnt have a match tonight on Loaded and its with good cause because I survived the ladder Match last night at Superbrawl and I climbed up, to retrieve my shot at immortality. I have a WFWF World Title shot in my hands right at this moment.

The crowd urges Yukio to CASH IT IN, CASH IT IN, CASH IT IN

You guys are smart. You can see there was a reason why I didn’t have a match tonight, there is a reason why I have the briefcase in tow with me, and there is a reason why my elbow is heavily taped, but I could always keep this case until the perfect time. Hell, you know what I say, the perfect time to cash this title shot in, is..........

{At this moment Kurt Burton walks out from the back.}

Kurt: Yukio... Yukio... Yukio....

Yukio: What are you doing out here Burton? I thought you were on strike.

Kurt: I am. However, I feel that I would be remiss in my friendship with you, if I weren't out here for this moment. Man Yuke's... it's been a long road, but here we are. The most important day... let's take a look at how you got here.

Kurt motions up to the titan tron. As he does so... the song thanks for the memories plays.

Been looking forward to the future
Yukio is battling inside a steel cage, ad is launched into the side.

But my eyesight is going bad
Wayne puts a cigarette out in Yukio's eye.

And this crystal ball
Yukio backstage has a bee hive thrown into his lap... he runs screaming swatting the bees away.

It's always cloudy except for
Yukio gets dropped on his head with the S.O.S by EBR as CBT performs the American Hangover afterwards.

When you look into the past (look into the past)
Yukio gets a Thunder Road from Johnny Valentine

One night stand (one night stand off)
The entire Axis is stomping on Yukio.

One night and one more time
Yukio turns around and gets nailed by the trigger from Meg

Thanks for the memories
even though they weren't so great
Yukio is pinned by Wayne McGurk

"He tastes like you only sweeter"
Yukio receives and Acid Crunch from Burton

One night, yeah, and one more time
Blister City Bomb from McGurk

Thanks for the memories, thanks for the memories
Thunder and Burton hit a chopping block through a Burning table

"He, he tastes like you only sweeter"
Yukio stands in the ring bloody and looking disappointed.

As the video package ends, Burton is wiping fake tears from his eyes.

Burton: Truly Beautiful Yukio.

Blaze looks totally confounded, and grabs his mic again.

Yukio: What the hell was that supposed to be?

Burton: Well, a video package to commemorate your career. A great career that had so much juice left in it. It's just too sad really...

Yukio: What are you talking about?

Now Burton looks confused.

Burton: Well you are retiring tonight, that's what this announcement was all about, right?

Blaze looks angry as he shakes his head.

Burton: Because I could have sworn it said on the itinerary tonight... "Yukio Blaze retires due to injuries."

Yukio shakes his head again.

Burton: Oh... maybe I was confused. Sorry about the...

Possessed Child and Thunder slide into the ring jumping Yukio Blaze from behind.

Thunder clips Blaze's legs while Child gives him several hard punches to the face. A shot to the nose sends blood trickling down his face. Thunder puts him in the corner and hits elbow after elbow to the head, making him bleed even more. Blaze collapses as Thunder and Child pull him out of the ring.

With the two of them holding Blaze, Burton gives Yukio not one but three shots to the head.

Ray Mano: Come on! This is ridiculous! Somebody's got to end this before Yukio's career ends right here.

Jesse Owens: And that would be a bad thing?

There is now on movement at all from Blaze, but that isn't the end for The Axis. Child pulls the announce table apart and gives Blaze a sick piledriver on it. From there, they have a meeting of sorts. Thunder points up far in the distance, which gets eager nods from the other two. Following this, Thunder pulls him by the hair and throws him over the guardrail into the crowd.

Ray Mano: What the hell does he plan to do here?

Jesse Owens: All I know is that it'll be bad.

Thunder drags him higher and higher until they are finally in the second seating level. That's not the end of the trip, though. He pulls Blaze over to the area where he sections ended and where there's a clear shot of the concrete floor below. Thunder pulled himself and the body of Blaze right to the edge.

Jesse Owens: He can't do this. There's no way.

Ray Mano: For the love of God, show some mercy.

Thunder pulls Blaze up by the hair and stares at him for a moment before spitting on him. He then places Blaze on his shoulders in position for the Thunder & Lightning and tosses him off the side onto the concrete.

No sounds can be heard from the announcers except for the sound of the headsets hitting the remnants of the table. They're not the only ones going to check on Blaze. Various backstage attendants and medical personnel rush to Blaze's body.

The camera angle cuts from Blaze on the floor to back up in the crowd, where Thunder is smiling. The WFWF logo flashes across the screen.

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Post by sonstuds on Mar 3, 2008 17:29:03 GMT -5

Meh, screw formatting.

If I missed something my bad, just reply pointing out my stupidity.

Match of the week; Meg vs. Saku. They made it incredibly hard to decide.

RP of the week; Alex told me it was me. Go me.

Whoops, my bad. Credit goes to Obo, D, Yukio and Horror for writing matches and D, Horror, Deville, Cal, Al, Burton, Flamez, Thunder, and Yukio (hopefully I didn't miss anyone) for promos.

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bad guy™ WF Lord of the Board "Despair is contagious. Everyone has it." Joined on: Oct 2, 2007 11:25:18 GMT -5 Posts: 42,548	2/29 Loaded Results Mar 3, 2008 17:31:10 GMT -5 Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Back to Top Post by bad guy™ on Mar 3, 2008 17:31:10 GMT -5 Poor Blaze. Make the Reckless/DC match look like amature hour. I actually won a match?! w00t! Results have been EBRifyed, which is cool. Just a little ticked about the over my head part.
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One Love Main Eventer We Suck Joined on: Aug 12, 2005 10:56:52 GMT -5 Posts: 4,589	2/29 Loaded Results Mar 3, 2008 17:59:13 GMT -5 Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Back to Top Post by One Love on Mar 3, 2008 17:59:13 GMT -5 Awesome show, great job guys.

zombiesx Guest	2/29 Loaded Results Mar 3, 2008 18:10:35 GMT -5 Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Back to Top Post by zombiesx on Mar 3, 2008 18:10:35 GMT -5 Loved it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Nice job, well when will next card be up?

Calvin Main Eventer visit my myspace and listen to my music Joined on: Dec 18, 2001 15:13:21 GMT -5 Posts: 3,791	2/29 Loaded Results Mar 3, 2008 18:52:29 GMT -5 Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Back to Top Post by Calvin on Mar 3, 2008 18:52:29 GMT -5 now these are results. Everyone putting in efforts for promos. THis is the way it should be.

The Mayhem is Commin Main Eventer W/L/U (since return) 0/0/0 Joined on: Mar 19, 2007 17:40:39 GMT -5 Posts: 1,225	2/29 Loaded Results Mar 3, 2008 19:37:50 GMT -5 Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Back to Top Post by The Mayhem is Commin on Mar 3, 2008 19:37:50 GMT -5 nice show every one congrats to winners
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Yukio Blaze Main Eventer WFWF Record: 58-54-03-02 Joined on: Dec 15, 2004 21:50:34 GMT -5 Posts: 4,515	2/29 Loaded Results Mar 3, 2008 20:52:07 GMT -5 Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Back to Top Post by Yukio Blaze on Mar 3, 2008 20:52:07 GMT -5 EBR and Alex are the only ones that could pull shows off like this, with Thunder and Lee added to it. The results turned out nice and what more can I say.

sonstuds WF Mod *Video Games: General Mod* WF 10 Year Member Joined on: Jan 28, 2002 18:36:54 GMT -5 Posts: 13,177	2/29 Loaded Results Mar 3, 2008 20:53:27 GMT -5 Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Back to Top Post by sonstuds on Mar 3, 2008 20:53:27 GMT -5 In all fairness I only wrote two matches (try and guess which ones and part of a segment.

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recklessmatten Guest	2/29 Loaded Results Mar 4, 2008 12:12:41 GMT -5 Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Back to Top Post by recklessmatten on Mar 4, 2008 12:12:41 GMT -5 Awesome Results. Finally a Reckless Match gets a long write up (No offense). Very very nicely written and well done to all the winners.

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Post by Markw on Mar 4, 2008 12:38:06 GMT -5

halo said:

Your welcome Reckless. :-*

I just felt like pointing out a typo of mine.

He stares into the ring where Horror still has the ref distracted. Williams drops the chair and walks back up the turnbuckle.

Haha!

I then stayed there till my match with EBR

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