Post by Rated R on Dec 2, 2009 18:49:36 GMT -5
The pyro goes off. Don't be too shocked, its the same every time.
Matthew Werner: Welcome everybody to another big edition of Loaded.
Matt Steel: I can certainly promise its going to be big Matthew.
Matthew Werner: Why do you say that?
Matt Steel: Don't ask questions Matthew.
Matthew Werner: But you said...
Matt Steel: How about we just get on with the show.
Scars & Stripes Preview Battle Royal
Justin Tyme vs. Davey Sanchez vs. Christian Shields & Master of Destruction vs. Luke McCarthy vs. Till Gunther
All six competitors are in the ring and immediately go at each other when the bell sounds. Shields is the first to be eliminated as MOD clotheslined him over. McCarthy and Gunther double team Tyme over the ropes leading to a elimination. Sanchez superkicks MOD over the ropes, while both Gunther and McCarthy comes from behind and dumps Sanchez over. Two men remain and it really isnt anything special as the crowd boos at the low quality match. McCarthy runs at Gunther and nails a running modified sto into a back breaker. McCarthy picks Gunther up and throws him over.
Winner: Luke McCarthy
Matthew Werner: A big win for Luke McCarthy here.
Matt Steel: This will give him a lot of momentum going into the battle royal, which can't be a bad thing considering how green this guy still is.
Horror makes the turn and stops in front of the main office door. Trace's door. He recieved a message from Trace earlier in the week asking him to come to his office when he arrived at the arena. Many things were running through his mind (as was evident by the ghostly expression on his face), but he knocks on Trace's door.
Trace Demon: Enter.
Horror opens the door and walks into the office. He and Trace are not really friends per se, but they are civil and have a mutual respect for one another. When Horror enters the room, Trace looks up from his desk and stands from his chair. He walks from behind his desk and extends his hand to Horror, and Horror shakes his hand.
Trace Demon: Hello, Horror.
High Horror: Hello, Trace. Your text sounded urgent. I'm sorry if I'm not interested in small talk at the moment; I just want to know what is so urgent. What's wrong?
Trace Demon: Oh; nothing is wrong Horror. I'm sorry if I've made you worry. You aren't in a bind or anything. Well....actually; you might be.
High Horror: What do you mean?
Trace Demon: Well...it's about Scars and Stripes.
High Horror: I figured as much. What about it? Am I number one in the battle royal or something?
Trace Demon: I cannot disclose that my friend. However, it does involve your...involvement in the National Title situation. Now, I know your deal with Jon O'Deeves and David Williams. I also know you sort of respect Twisted, no?
High Horror: What of it?
Trace Demon: Well I can't afford to have any slip-ups in this match; and who better to ensure that than someone like you.
High Horror: What are you getting at; Trace? Do you want me to be an out-of-ring enforcer or something?
Trace Demon: Much more than that. Who becomes champion is going to be in your hands; literally.
Trace points over to the chair by the wall of his office. On the chair is a vertical black and white striped shirt folded to perfection. Upon seeing that, Horror's ghostly expression turned almost dead. He looks Trace in his eyes, almost as if to ask "Why are you doing this to me?"
Trace Demon: Now, now. Don't give me that look, Horror. Deep down; I know this is what you wanted, to be able to control this match and its outcome. I expect you to be fair as much as possible, alright?
Horror cannot speak. He is still in shock of this revelation. Him, reffing the National Title match with three other men participating in the match that he has history with? He looks down, then smiles a little then nods his head.
High Horror: Fair enough, Trace.
Trace Demon: Good. Now get the shirt and get out. You have a match in one minute; remember?
High Horror grabs the shirt from the chair, flashes Trace the peace sign and flies out of the door on his way to the stage.
The High Horror & Jon O'Deeves vs. Twisted & David Williams
Due to the revelation that Horror was named Special Ref for the National Title match at Scars and Stripes, Twisted was trying his best to stay on Horror's good side, avoiding him when possible. The match mostly consisted of Williams and O'Deeves duking it out at random points of the ring. Matthew Werner even called it a "Slugfest for the ages." Williams cocked back and did deliver the knock-out blow to Jon O'Deeves, looking at his fist and blowing on it when he was looking at Horror. A few moments later Horror and Twisted were in the ring; O'Deeves completely out of it and Williams paying no mind to anything in the ring. The men put on a show for the fans with a variety of unique moves. Twisted however fell victim to that devastating boot of Horror's. Jon O'Deeves snuck over behind Williams and tripped him up on the apron, taking him out of the picture as Horror dropped Twisted with the Hangman's Horror, picking up the win over Twisted and Williams.
Winners: High Horror & Jon O'Deeves
Matthew Werner: Horror & O'Deeves pick up the win.
Matt Steel: Yeah, but with Horror reffing the match at Scars & Stripes you have to wonder whether his mind is on a fair match or on wanting the National title for himself.
We cut backstage now and WFWF Director Trace Demon swaggers down the hallway toward his office. Just as he reaches it though he is met with a note, pinned to the door with a small flick knife. The scruffy handwritten text reads:
"Check your desk."
Not one easily phased Trace laughs and merely pulls the blade from the door and pops it in his pocket, letting the note flutter down to the cold floor below. He wanders into his office and tosses his suit jacket onto the desk surface just as his cell phone begins to ring. In one swift movement he flicks it open and holds it to his ear.
Trace Demon: You've reached Trace.
He starts talking business with whoever is on the other end of the line until suddenly he pauses.
Trace Demon
[/b]: This isn't Turner is it?Matthew Werner: Welcome everybody to another big edition of Loaded.
Matt Steel: I can certainly promise its going to be big Matthew.
Matthew Werner: Why do you say that?
Matt Steel: Don't ask questions Matthew.
Matthew Werner: But you said...
Matt Steel: How about we just get on with the show.
Scars & Stripes Preview Battle Royal
Justin Tyme vs. Davey Sanchez vs. Christian Shields & Master of Destruction vs. Luke McCarthy vs. Till Gunther
All six competitors are in the ring and immediately go at each other when the bell sounds. Shields is the first to be eliminated as MOD clotheslined him over. McCarthy and Gunther double team Tyme over the ropes leading to a elimination. Sanchez superkicks MOD over the ropes, while both Gunther and McCarthy comes from behind and dumps Sanchez over. Two men remain and it really isnt anything special as the crowd boos at the low quality match. McCarthy runs at Gunther and nails a running modified sto into a back breaker. McCarthy picks Gunther up and throws him over.
Winner: Luke McCarthy
Matthew Werner: A big win for Luke McCarthy here.
Matt Steel: This will give him a lot of momentum going into the battle royal, which can't be a bad thing considering how green this guy still is.
Horror makes the turn and stops in front of the main office door. Trace's door. He recieved a message from Trace earlier in the week asking him to come to his office when he arrived at the arena. Many things were running through his mind (as was evident by the ghostly expression on his face), but he knocks on Trace's door.
Trace Demon: Enter.
Horror opens the door and walks into the office. He and Trace are not really friends per se, but they are civil and have a mutual respect for one another. When Horror enters the room, Trace looks up from his desk and stands from his chair. He walks from behind his desk and extends his hand to Horror, and Horror shakes his hand.
Trace Demon: Hello, Horror.
High Horror: Hello, Trace. Your text sounded urgent. I'm sorry if I'm not interested in small talk at the moment; I just want to know what is so urgent. What's wrong?
Trace Demon: Oh; nothing is wrong Horror. I'm sorry if I've made you worry. You aren't in a bind or anything. Well....actually; you might be.
High Horror: What do you mean?
Trace Demon: Well...it's about Scars and Stripes.
High Horror: I figured as much. What about it? Am I number one in the battle royal or something?
Trace Demon: I cannot disclose that my friend. However, it does involve your...involvement in the National Title situation. Now, I know your deal with Jon O'Deeves and David Williams. I also know you sort of respect Twisted, no?
High Horror: What of it?
Trace Demon: Well I can't afford to have any slip-ups in this match; and who better to ensure that than someone like you.
High Horror: What are you getting at; Trace? Do you want me to be an out-of-ring enforcer or something?
Trace Demon: Much more than that. Who becomes champion is going to be in your hands; literally.
Trace points over to the chair by the wall of his office. On the chair is a vertical black and white striped shirt folded to perfection. Upon seeing that, Horror's ghostly expression turned almost dead. He looks Trace in his eyes, almost as if to ask "Why are you doing this to me?"
Trace Demon: Now, now. Don't give me that look, Horror. Deep down; I know this is what you wanted, to be able to control this match and its outcome. I expect you to be fair as much as possible, alright?
Horror cannot speak. He is still in shock of this revelation. Him, reffing the National Title match with three other men participating in the match that he has history with? He looks down, then smiles a little then nods his head.
High Horror: Fair enough, Trace.
Trace Demon: Good. Now get the shirt and get out. You have a match in one minute; remember?
High Horror grabs the shirt from the chair, flashes Trace the peace sign and flies out of the door on his way to the stage.
The High Horror & Jon O'Deeves vs. Twisted & David Williams
Due to the revelation that Horror was named Special Ref for the National Title match at Scars and Stripes, Twisted was trying his best to stay on Horror's good side, avoiding him when possible. The match mostly consisted of Williams and O'Deeves duking it out at random points of the ring. Matthew Werner even called it a "Slugfest for the ages." Williams cocked back and did deliver the knock-out blow to Jon O'Deeves, looking at his fist and blowing on it when he was looking at Horror. A few moments later Horror and Twisted were in the ring; O'Deeves completely out of it and Williams paying no mind to anything in the ring. The men put on a show for the fans with a variety of unique moves. Twisted however fell victim to that devastating boot of Horror's. Jon O'Deeves snuck over behind Williams and tripped him up on the apron, taking him out of the picture as Horror dropped Twisted with the Hangman's Horror, picking up the win over Twisted and Williams.
Winners: High Horror & Jon O'Deeves
Matthew Werner: Horror & O'Deeves pick up the win.
Matt Steel: Yeah, but with Horror reffing the match at Scars & Stripes you have to wonder whether his mind is on a fair match or on wanting the National title for himself.
We cut backstage now and WFWF Director Trace Demon swaggers down the hallway toward his office. Just as he reaches it though he is met with a note, pinned to the door with a small flick knife. The scruffy handwritten text reads:
"Check your desk."
Not one easily phased Trace laughs and merely pulls the blade from the door and pops it in his pocket, letting the note flutter down to the cold floor below. He wanders into his office and tosses his suit jacket onto the desk surface just as his cell phone begins to ring. In one swift movement he flicks it open and holds it to his ear.
Trace Demon: You've reached Trace.
He starts talking business with whoever is on the other end of the line until suddenly he pauses.
Trace Demon
He pauses.
Trace Demon: How do you know that?
Another pause.
Trace Demon: How do you know I haven't checked yet? Who is this?
He makes a move toward his desk and with one arm sweeps his jacket off of it and onto the floor. Sure enough there is something waiting for him on the desk. A piece of paper.
Trace Demon: Hello? Hello? Damn it he's hung up….
Trace Demon picks up the sheet and begins to scan it before dropping it back onto his desk and making a swift exit from the room, clearly affected by what he has just read. We now get a closer view of the document. The paper bears all of the official marks of the WFWF Shadow Conglomerate and it soon becomes clear this is a contract. There is no direct mention of a name throughout merely "the superstar," proving this to be just a standard print out however the signature that sits at the bottom of the paper, right on the dotted line is the giveaway, the hit of the whole fruit….
"Michael Kyzer"
Wayne McGurk vs. Yukio Blaze
With twists and turns at every corner, this match may very well have been match of the night. In a technical and intellectual battle, Yukio and Wayne were really at war. The match went to the air, the ground and outside of the ring. Both men had their faces smashed into the steel steps more than once; Yukio even getting busted open a little. Once the match returned to the ring though, Wayne's demise began. He went for a butterfly suplex on Yukio who reversed it into a violent backbreaker. Yukio then got Wayne to his feet only to drop him again with the Trailblazer. Yukio picked up the win with that.
Winner: Yukio Blaze
Calvin stands in the middle of the ring look dastardly prior to his match. Suddenly EBR’s new theme song hits and he begins to walk towards the ring to a neutral reaction from the crowd. He’s still over and relevant though. Trust me.[/color]
Matthew Werner: Bah Gawd King, it’s EBR. We haven’t seen him since DGX dropped him on his head.
Matt Steel: Which was over two months ago.
He enters the ring and looks at Calvin. It’s not gay. Trust me. He and Calvin both have microphones.[/color]
Calvin Lee: Hello former mentor, EBR. Sup dawg?
EBR: ‘Yo.
Calvin Lee: So surely there must be a reason you chose to make your badly timed and sort of irrelevant return –
Nuh uh.[/color]
Calvin Lee: One wee ... one show before the big PPV. It must be to congratulate me on my recent success. Up top.
EBR: Your about to lose.
Calvin Lee: ... ‘Tever. So you have any plans for Scars and Stripes and who you’re gonna face? Probably no one, considering you haven’t been seen in months and haven’t done anything. I’m not facing anyone either. Man, if I had stabbed you in the back and you knew about it somehow thi s would bethe perfect foreshadowing. So you’re just gonna be in the Battle Royal?
EBR: We’re facing at Scars and Stripes.
The crowd is shocked even though it was foreshadowed by Calvin Lee five seconds earlier.[/color]
Calvin Lee: Say whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat!?
EBR: That’s really all I have to say. I probably could have just written this on a piece of paper, hired someone to come here for me, ask if you’re Calvin Lee, then when you say yes hand it to you and say “you’ve just been served”. Unfortunately, this idea came to me when I already started writing this.
Calvin Lee: But why?
EBR: Well Calvin, for an angle that’s been planned for months I really didn’t think this part through all that much and yeah, this is pretty much where we’re at at this point.
Calvin Lee: Buy why are you facing me?
EBR: I’m not going to tell you that, even though you should logically know why I’m facing you. But I’m sure you’re wondering how I found out, and most importantly, I’m sure everyone in this arena is wondering what the hell I’m talking about considering all the events that transpired between you, me and D were in our personal lives and not broadcasted for them to see. But again, didn’t really plan this through, so I’ll just explain it in my upcoming RP.
He looks to the camera as this is shilled.[/color]
Calvin Lee: Wow E, this is really poorly executed.
EBR: What, dude? No. No it’s not.
Calvin Lee: Wait you already said it was –
EBR: I was not lazy in my execution of this angle. Nope at all. By the way I’m now a face.
The crowd cheers for EBR who they love! Yeah! E-B-R! E-B-R! E-B-R![/color]
Calvin Lee: Okay now I have to put my foot down on this. Your last several matches involved you going after a women’s knee and and crippling K13. I’m sorry, but there’s no possible way to explain that you could be even a half way decent face at this point.
The crowd continues to cheer for EBR! E-B-R! E-B-R! E-B-R![/color]
Calvin Lee: Doing that doesn’t prove anything –
The crowd boos Calvin because he’s going up against EBR.[/color]
Calvin Lee: ... Whatever.
EBR: See you at Scars and Stripes, ‘yo.
He leaves as the crowd continues to cheer for EBR because he’s all awesome and cool and face and stuff.[/color]
Matthew Werner: Woah, what an announcement by EBR!
Matt Steel: I’ll tell you, Matthew; my heart is beating a mile a minute. It’s the grudge match to end all grudge matches!!
Matthew Werner: It’s a battle of frrrrrrrrrrrrrrrriends who are now foooooooooooooooes!!!
Thunder vs. Calvin Lee
This match was a back and forth match. Lee threw a couple of tosses and suplex, as did Thunder. Towards the back-end of the match, Lee thew an erratic punch which Thunder ducked under and caught Lee in the back of his head with a hammer-chop. After a boot to the gut and the Thunder and Lightning, Lee was out cold and Thunder had the victory!
Winner: Thunder
"Death Before Dishonor" hits the sound system as the lights dim.
Matthew Werner: And it appears it is time for Trace Demon's in-ring statement.
Matt Steel: Can't wait.
Large flames shoot out at the top of the stage area before Trace Demon walks through them holding a microphone without getting burned. He poses on the ramp, raising both arms as the flames eventually die out. Trace Demon slowly walks to the ring and enters between the top and middle rope.
Matthew Werner: He's wasting no time here, Matt.
Matt Steel: Heh.
Trace gestures for the truck to cut the music, to which they oblige.
Trace Demon: Ever since I took over running this company months ago, it seems all I've been dealing with are arrogant, self-righteous malcontents. It grinds even the best down when your job consists primarily of watching over an entire roster of talent who, given the chance, would stab you in the back at any second.
Matthew Werner: What a paranoid individual.
Matt Steel: Yeah.
Trace Demon: It makes you wonder if all the work that you are doing is even worthwhile. I stand before you all today just a handful of days away from where it all adds up. Where everything that I have been doing in the past months comes to fruition, and I claim the greatest prize in this sport; The WFWF World Heavyweight Championship.
Matt Steel: We'll see how that works out.
Matthew Werner: You're acting awfully strange, Matt.
Matt Steel: Oh, my apologies.
Trace Demon: At "Scars and Stripes", I will step between these ropes and face off against DGX, a man I have nothing but contempt for. A man who has no loyalties, who has represents nothing but himself. There is no greater cause or reason for DGX, it is simple selfishness. This man's time has passed, and come "Scars and Stripes", the era of Trace Demon will emphatically begin.
Trace Demon lays down his microphone and advances toward the ropes.
Matthew Werner: That was a little anti-climactic.
Just as Demon gets one leg through the ropes, "The World is Yours" by Nas blares over the soundspeakers eliciting a huge reaction from the crowd.
Matthew Werner: It can't be...
As expected, King Kraig makes his way on to the stage, holding a microphone of his own.
Matthew Werner: It's KING KRAIG!
King Kraig: Not so fast, Trace.
Trace, with a look of disgust, steps back into the ring and picks up the microphone.
Trace Demon: What the hell is going on here? How did you get in this building?
King Kraig: Relax, relax. I'm not here to pick a fight with you. I mean, really, I'm probably the only person in here that even understands you.
Trace cocks an eyebrow casting an inquisitive stare toward King Kraig.
King Kraig: You see, in my time as the president of this company, I myself had to deal with the same type of malcontents you spoke of earlier. I know what it's like seeing betrayal at every corner, not knowing who can be trusted and who's just lobbying for your job. The shelf life of the guy in charge of the WFWF, as you well know, is not very long.
Matthew Werner: Word.
King Kraig: It's like tunnel vision. You start focusing on individuals and specifics rather than seeing the big picture. It causes you to start missing things. For me it was my tax returns. For you... Your downfall has been set in place for almost a year.
Trace Demon: Really? And what exactly is that?
As Trace Demon says this, he signals for security to grab King Kraig.
King Kraig: You've been so paranoid about the people you do have your eyes on that you've completely forgotten the ones you don't. I'm sure you've stayed up countless nights in the dark wondering just when the axe will fall, when you will, as they say, reap what you have sewn.
Trace continues to nod and signal, an impatient look coming over his face.
King Kraig: But I've got good news! I'm going to give you an early Christmas present, a gift that all great men in the past have longed for.
Trace Demon: Really? And what is that?
King Kraig: The gift of foresight. I'm going to tell you exactly when and where your reign over this company will end, where your power will be diffused.
Seeing no signs of security, Trace Demon shakes himself off a bit and gets a defiant smirk on his face.
Trace Demon: Okay Kraig, I'll bite; When Kraig? When will my reign, as you put it, be over? Well?
Kraig pauses momentarily, peering an eye to his watch then nodding.
King Kraig: In about fifteen seconds.
Suddenly the lights go out in the building leaving us in pitch blackness.
Matthew Werner: What the hell is going on here!? Wait, Matt?
Matt Steel: Yep.
Matthew Werner: You can hear me?
Matt Steel: For sure.
Matthew Werner: How can you hear me if the power just went out?
Matt Steel: Heh. I guess the somebody only turned out the lights.
Matthew Werner: What do you mean som... ah... well that's probably not good.
Matt Steel: Heh.
Just as suddenly as they went out, the lights turn back on to find King Kraig at the ringside area staring face to face with Trace Demon still in the ring, and behind Trace Demon, prepared to strike, is ALEX SEAN!
Matthew Werner: Holy sh*t that's Alex Sean!
Matt Steel: Language Matthew, language.
Kraig gives a revealing nod to Trace, who turns around just in time to be nearly beheaded by a Left Arm Lariat! Alex Sean drags Trace Demon into the corner and begins stomping him relentlessly as Matt Steel steps up from the announce booth.
Matthew Werner: Where exactly are you going?
Matt Steel: I've got business to take care off.
Steel runs in the ring followed by Calvin Lee running in from the locker room and DGX running in from the crowd. The four men begin lay in to Trace Demon, stomping on his face and chest relentlessly.
Matthew Werner: What is going on here!? I'm no fan of Trace Demon but this is insane.
Sean signals for the other three to back off momentarily, then lifts Trace Demon off the mat. He points to Steel and says something inaudible, however becomes very clear as Steel exits the ring, grabs a chair from the ringside area, and slides back in.
Matthew Werner: Jesus christ, Don't do this!
Steel lays the chair flat on the canvas, then signals to Calvin Lee. Lee grabs Demon, hoists him up on his shoulders, and drops him back down with a vicious Wrist Clutch Burning Hammer right on to the steel chair!
Matthew Werner: Oh my god! He killed him! This is too much!
Even though he shows no signs of life, Sean and Steel hoist Trace Demon once again off the mat, this time signalling to DGX. Calvin Lee grabs the steel chair off the canvas and holds in front of Trace Demon's face, prompting DGX to connect with a vicious Breakdown crashing the chair right into Demon's face!
Matthew Werner: Oh god.
The four men stand triumphantly in the ring, simultaneously King Kraig, now holding what looks to be a rolled up scroll, grabs the hand of Keri Thames and escorts her into the ring, holding the ropes open for her. Just as they enter, DGX grabs the microphone from Thames and gets up close to the fallen Trace Demon.
DGX: You think I don't represent anything, Trace? Let me tell you, truly, what it is that I represent.
Following this, DGX is handed the the rolled up scroll by King Kraig. Grabbing one end, DGX hands the the other off Matt Steel, who upon unrolling reveal a logo that has not been seen in nearly five years. The six individuals stand tall, the scroll unrolled over the fallen body of Trace Demon, showing the logo of the new XWA; The Xtreme Wrestling Alliance.
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