Loaded Results: May 3rd

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Ring Announcer: First, from Wimbledon, England. Weighing in at one hundred and ninety five pounds, he is Joe Bishop!

Joe runs down the ramp and slides into the ring, he jumps up to the top rope raising his arms in the air before flipping backwards off the ring post and into the ring, a smile appearing across his face as he prepares for his opponent to appear.

“Prayer” by Disturbed echoes out with force, but it is almost impossible to hear it over the boos Ashton is getting as he walks out from behind the curtain.

Ring Announcer: And his opponent. Hailing from Cleveland, Ohio. Weighing in at two hundred and twenty three pounds, he is Aaron Ashton!

Again, that was impossible to hear. Ashton soaks in all of the boos and slides under the ropes. The referee calls for the bell.

DING DING DING

Ashton and Bishop circle each other, sizing the other up. They lock up and Ashton shoves him down to the ground and starts to stomp on the downed Bishop. Aaron lifts the downed Bishop and hurls him into the ropes, only to drop him with a sucker punch, much to the dismay of the crowd who sound as if they are just seconds away from throwing things into the ring. Ashton drops an elbow into Bishop's chest. Ashton covers Bishop.

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... 2 ...
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Bishop kicks out at two! Aaron Ashton puts Bishop into a reverse head lock and drives his knee into Bishop's chest while he cranks down on his neck, cutting off Bishop's air supply. He releases the hold and uppercuts Bishop in the forehead, Joe falling back almost limp. Ashton has this match in hand as he lifts Bishop up and attempts the Ashtonator.

“Over and Under” by Egypt Central resonates through the arena as The High Horror comes down to the ring, t-shirt and jeans now, with a microphone in hand. He doesn't pay any attention to the fans as he ascends the steps and enters the ring over the top rope as the music stops. Ashton sets Bishop down as Horror does climb into the ring. Horror kicks a surprised Bishop in the face and then decks Ashton. The referee calls for the bell.

Ring Announcer: Here is your winner by disqualification, Joe Bishop!

Still in a bit of pain from the beating he suffered at the hands of Jon O'Deeves and Aaron Ashton last week, Horror grabs his ribs lightly. He puts the mic to his lips, takes a deep breath and looks out into the crowd.

High Horror: Many of you know me by now. I've been in this business, in this company for much longer than I ever could have imagined. Probably for much longer that I've been welcome, but that is beside the point.

He takes another deep breath, keeping an eye on the downed Ashton.

High Horror: Week in and week out, I have come down that very ramp and come into this very ring and wrestled for all of you and for myself. I love this business. I love this company. However, as of late, the WFWF has really been on a free fall. An uncharted course, and not one for the betterment of everyone, and that is why I am out here today.

Horror runs his hand through his jet black hair and closes his eyes, listening to the “DOWN WITH ASHTON; DOWN WITH JON O” chant from the crowd. He gives a little smirk and continues.

High Horror: I am stepping up to the plate. It is my mission to return the WFWF to its natural order, and make it a respected establishment worldwide. After all, I was hand picked many moons ago by a man, better than I, to carry out a mission of his choosing for him in the future, and now my number has been called. Only a select few in the past have been chosen by him to carry out His orders, and I am one of them, so this is truly an honor bestowed upon me. Lucky for all of you, you all get to witness this mission with your own eyes, and as they say. Seeing is believing.

Once more, his hand runs through his hair.

High Horror: I feel like I must elaborate more, and I will in the future. I promise. However, I have two more items to take care of right now. One is, while I will still be the one you all love, as a part of this transformation and restoration of the WFWF, I must tell you all that I am no longer going as The High Horror. It is a lie of a name, one that is not my own. It is one that you look up too, and you should not. If I continued going by that, you would be doing nothing but looking up to a false idol, which is one of the things I am trying to prevent. If you do look up to me, I would rather it be by my birth name. The one given to me by my parents before I was unfortunately placed amongst the other throwaways. Shawn Malakai, meaning God is gracious, and my angel or messenger. Incredibly appropriate nonetheless, wouldn't you all say?

The crowd cheers a bit, awaiting his next comment.

Shawn Malakai: And that brings me to my last piece of business, the first piece of my mission as Jon O'Deeves has been taken care of. Aaron Ashton.

The crowd boos insanely. Malakai looks down at Ashton, who is beginning to stir now. He then fixates on the crowd once more.

Shawn Malakai: Ashton has been a thorn in my side for ages now. He's used me. He's set me up to fail. He's tried to convince me to believe in a false prophet, that was no one but himself. He's put me down, but last week was the straw that broke the back of not only myself, but that of the man who I duly serve. That is why I am here right now. This man has done so much to myself, and has poisoned so many minds, and he must be brought down, hard and fast. That is why I am officially challenging Aaron Ashton to a match at Super Brawl six, and unfortunately for him, I am not accepting no as an answer.

The timekeeper hands Ashton a microphone as he, dazed, calls for one. Sitting in the corner, barely proped up, he speaks.

Aaron Ashton: Horror! What have you done?! You've ruined everything we have worked so hard for over the past few months. Why?

Shawn Malakai: Horror? Who?

The crowd laughs a bit, and Ashton just gets redder with anger.

Aaron Ashton: Damn it man! You've brought this all upon yourself! Everything that's happened to you over the last few weeks you have deserved! You ruined everything! You could have just gone with the flow and made Revelation great, as we all know it could have been. Instead, you went ahead with your own agenda. Had you not, we wouldn't be in this predicament.

Shawn Malakai: Says the man who tried to get all of the WFWF to believe that he was a prophet or something along those lines.

Ashton is silent for a moment.

Aaron Ashton: Why would you do that to Jon O'Deeves though? How dare you expect me to accept a match with you after what you've done to him.

Shawn Malakai: Let this be a lesson to you children. Changing the subject when you are guilty as sin will not work.

The arena bursts out in laughter.

Shawn Malakai: In all seriousness, Aaron, using your words, you two brought this upon yourself. Karma beat O'Deeves, not just my hands. And your time is approaching at a rapid rate. Actually, your time has now come Aaron. So what is it going to be? You say you were in the right, and I know I am. So, are you going to try to prove Him and myself wrong, or not?

Aaron Ashton: I will not be made a mockery of, Malakai. Whoever you have on your side will not be enough for you to exterminate me. You have your match.

Malakai looks down at Ashton who has now pulled himself up in the corner. Malakai smirks, part of his face hidden by his hair. He drops the mic, and Ashton does the same as we fade to commercial.

Cutting backstage, Wayne McGurk stands behind the Loaded back drop. Mic in hand, Wayne calmly begins.

Wayne McGurk: It's not a secret that I owe everything I have to Drakz and Michael Kyzer. My history with those two men are more than well documented. Those two were the catalyst for everything I have accomplished in the WFWF and for that, I'll always be grateful. However, there comes a point in each our lives when we have to take responsibility for the future- selfishness is not an option.

I've never been World Champion, as much as I want it, I probably will never be. But I've accepted that because I have done enough in my career to feel fulfilled. I don't need the World Heavyweight Championship, because I am proud of what I've done. And that said, I'd like to help pave the way for the future of this sport and the future of the WFWF.

I want to be able to do something that I regretfully have never been able to do during my time here before, and that is guide the next generation of wrestlers.

So you may ask, why all this? Why did you have go so far as to stand up against your former boss and save a kid who may or may not amount to anything?

To answer that...

Wayne looks away from the camera.

Wayne: Scarlett, come over here.

Little Scarlett McGurk walks into frame and into her father's arms. Wayne holds the child up and carries her in his arms as the camera slowly draws close to the two of them.

Wayne: Honey Bunny, what do you wanna be when you grow up?

Scarlett looks at her father.

Scarlett: I wanna be a wrestler like my daddy and my mommy.

Wayne looks at his daughter.

Wayne: Are you sure?

Scarlett nods her head. Wayne kisses her and slowly brings her down. Scarlett walks off screen and into Vanessa's arms.

Wayne: Someone has to look after these kids.

Now, I can fight as hard as I can, but I've accepted that one day Scarlett's going to want to do things without the consent of Vanessa and I. That said, one day, if she does go through with that, then I want to be there to help guide her, the way I am going to start guiding these kids now.

Drakz, its nothing personal and I know you can do anything with that clause of yours, but still, it doesn't give you the right to pick these kids apart and destroy them when they barely even have a chance to begin with.

Drakz, I am what you made me. I will do to them, what you did to me. I'm going to give them that privilege. If anything, this is all your fault and I don't anyone else would have it any other way.

Wayne drops the mic and walks off screen.

The lights fall as Wolfgang's "Sanctified" rips through the arena. Shades of white sparkle through the darkness as the song kicks into full gear and Wayne drives into the arena on his Harley Davidson Hog, with Vanessa riding behind him. Wayne cirlces the ring before parking the motorcycle towards the entrance way.

Wayne leaps into the apron and motions into the ring through the second rope; Vanessa ascending the ring steps. Wayne opens the bottom rope as Vanessa motions inside. Wayne rises to the turnbuckle as the arena lights slowly return; Wayne raises his arms and yells. Wayne returns to the canvass, as the song slowly fades.

Fireworks Hit, Twisted Music Plays, He then jumps out into the Pyro He then looks at the crowd and pauses. After a short pause he runs down the ramp and Jumps on the barrier and does his Taunt (Right Fist against his Jaw) Jumps off the barrier and walks to the steps. He looks back at the crowd again then wlks up the steps and gets in the ring. Jumps on the Left Trunbuckle and Does his Taunt again.

The referee calls for the bell and the match begins. Wayne McGurk motions for a tie-up, but Twisted pushes McGurk off and charges forward with a series of shots across McGurk's face, pushing the former International champion to the corner. McGurk blocks the shots and begins firing punches of his own before sending Twisted to the ropes with an Irish-whip. Twisted bounces back and McGurk catches him with a sidewalk slam. McGurk goes for the cover.

1...

2... Twisted kicks out. McGurk picks Twisted by the hair, but Twisted clips McGurk with a stiff shot across the chin. Wayne McGurk stumbles over and as Twisted quickly motions up the top rope and takes air with a missle drop kick nailing McGurk across the chest. Wayne McGurk falls.

1...

2... Wayne McGurk kicks out. Twisted motions himself over McGurk and fires more shots across McGurk's face. It is clear that the rookie is out to score the upset over the veteran. Wayne McGurk grabs Twisted by the hair and begins firing headbutts across Twisted's head. The referee motions himself between the two men and manages to pry them apart.

Both men lie on opposite ends of the ring; McGurk still reeling from the repeated shots, Twisted, trying to gain his ground. Twisted motions over to McGurk, but McGurk pushes Twisted off and from out of nowhere, explodes with a vicious DDT. McGurk crawls to the ropes and makes his way towards the turnbuckle, which he slowly ascends. Quickly, Twisted rises and clips McGurk before he can take off. Twisted climbs the turnbuckle, hooks McGurk, and takes him down to the mat with a superplex. Both men lie in the center of the ring before Twisted turns himself over and covers McGurk with an arm.

1...

2... Wayne McGurk kicks out. Slowly, both men make it to their feet and begin exchanging blows in the center of the ring.

Twisted hits McGurk with a kick across the midsection and sends him to the ropes with an Irish whip. McGurk bounces back as Twisted goes for the big boot, but Wayne ducks it, bounces off the ropes and nails Twisted with a big boot of his own. Quickly, McGurk takes Twisted up and hits him with the Blister City Slam. Wayne McGurk hooks the legs for the cover.

1...

2...

3...

The Winner: Wayne McGurk.

"Sanctified" resounds, but before McGurk can accept his victory, Drakz rushes into the ring and takes the referee out with a chair. Turning to Wayne, Drakz begins a vicious assualt of repeated chair shots to McGurk's face, busting him wide open. Drakz continues the assaults with stomps as he begins to break into laughter. Motioning out the ring, Drakz pushes himself over the security rail and pushes several fans off their seats. Throwing the chairs into the ring, Drakz incites a riot in which many fans in begin to throw their chairs into the ring. Drazk hops back over the security rail to find Vanessa lying over her husband in an attempt to shield him. Drakz slides back into the ring, forcably pushes Vanessa away and stomps on Wayne as he begins to line the chairs around his body.

Taking a chair overhead, Drakz positions himself for the final shot. He pauses momentarily and begins to laugh. Dropping the chair with a smile, Drakz exits the ring and returns backstage. The camera follows him. Drakz looks back as he walks and turns his head, mouthing, "Not yet.".

Medics and EMT's rush into the ring. Quickly, they carefully clear the ring off the chairs as they pull a stretcher out for Wayne. Wayne pushes the EMT's away and rolls out the ring, trying to stand on his own. Wayne stumbles to the arena floors as EMT's rush to Wayne's sides and assist him backstage, where Stacy Grey waits for him

Stacy Grey: Wayne, your thoughts on what happened.

Wayne motions off the EMT's and takes the mic from stacy. Closing his eyes, Wayne begins.

Reaching for the mic, Wayne closes his eyes as the blood drips from his open wound.

Wayne: More than anything else, I would just like to state... For the record... That it doesn't take a loss to destroy me... It doesn't take a beating to destroy me, Perhaps, I'm only opening up myself to the world when I say that the only thing that can hurt... Me... Is the sight of my wife and my daughter abused in any way... In any shape... Or any form.

You see Drakz, these are the things I think about every day. The things that sting me. The things that strike me with a completely unwarranted sense of paranoia... Is the thought of Vanessa and Scarlett in stress... In danger... In harm... That I can't bare.

It lingers in each waking second... And there isn't a damn thing I can do to change that. My love for those two girls goes beyond unconditional.

Wayne opens his eyes and looks straight into the camera, as he stumbles. Wayne pauses for a moment to balance himself.

Wayne: I've already said in front of the entire world and knowing you, you're gonna abuse those words. The words of a broken, and beaten man, who stuck his neck out for the kids just starting out. The very same kids you abused last week without reason!

What the f*ck is wrong with you, man? We were once those kids! We started out in this violent world as blind as bats, an blissfully unaware as children, and yet, we carried on to become the men we are today. And it wasn't easy, there were always people like you and me. People willing to lend a helping hand and people hell bent on destroying us because they flat out got off on it!

And this... This is where I am right now. For lending...

Wayne extends his hand out to the camera.

Wayne: The same open hand you gave... Me.

It isn't the beating that destroyed me.... I made that clear when I started this thing.

No, it was the way you shoved Vanessa ever so violently.

You see Drakz, while a little shove like that might be nothing to someone else. That little shove, went a long way to me. As those chairs rained ever so violently over my broken body, Vanessa, took it upon herself, to come in harm's way as she shielded me with her body.

Wayne closes his eyes as the camera draws in for a close up. It is unclear, if he's tearing or if the blood from the unsealed wound is pouring.

Wayne: I don't know what else to call that but... Love, for lack of a better word.

Wayne winces, marking his inability to conjure any further words.

Wayne: A message... I saw a message... From a man I know only by name.... And in this message, it read, "Is monday, the twenty seventh, good for you?". This wasn't on my phone... It was on Vanessa's.

I checked back... I know full well what... That message... Implied. But yet, despite.... That... And that name that will be forever damned, she still took it upon herself to protect me!

Vanessa walks into frame. She takes Wayne by the hand and murmurs for him to leave. Wayne looks at his wife and turns his head.

Wayne: Drakz, you couldn't have caught me at a worse time. Because no matter how angry and hurt and confused I am inside, I still make it a point to stay optimistic and leveled. And let me tell you, to do that, despite all that, is very, very, hard... And for that, I swear, YOU WILL PAY!

Vanessa (murmuring): Come on, Wayne. Let's go!

Wayne: Superbrawl...

Wayne begins to throw punches across his face, further aggravating his open wound.

Wayne: You want... To hurt me! Then Drakz, I'm giving you the chance, I'm giving you the opportunity to take back whatever it is I've taken away from you... Come on, man. Do it, beat me, destroy me, in front of the entire world on my terms on Superbrawl!

DO IT!

Vanessa (murmuring, somewhat stern): Wayne.

Wayne closes his eyes and nods as he drops the mic and allows his wife to lead him off screen.

Returning ringside, we turn back to Matthew Warner and and Matt Steel.

Matthew Warner: I just don't know what to say.

Matt Steel: Well, isn't obvious? Wayne McGurk has finally lost it!

Matthew Warner: Those were certainly heavy words coming from the former International Champion. Ladies and Gentlemen, if you're just joining us now. Moments ago, right after his match with Twisted, Wayne McGurk was assaulted by Drakz; McGurk's former employer. Now, much of what transpired was so graphic that we will not be replaying the footage.

Matt Steel: We've gone PG?

Matthew Warner: The point is, Wayne McGurk just issued Drakz an open challenge for Superbrawl. And if Drakz accepts, then we are going to witness what can perhaps be one of the most violent matches we've seen in quite awhile.

Matt Steel: So we're not PG?

The show heads to a commercial break.

Upon returning, we cut to the center of the ring to find Matthew Werner standing directly in the middle holding a clipboard in one hand and a microphone in the other. Beneath them, the traditional canvas has been covered with an elegant, maroon carpet and behind Werner is a table that has two chairs facing inward. Werner raises the microphone to his lips and begins to speak.


Matthew Werner: As you may have heard, the number one contender, Drakz, has chosen to postpone his WFWF World Championship match and, in turn, allow Alex Sean to face Trace Demon at our next pay-per-view event; WFWF SuperBrawl.


This elicits a pop from the crowd, excited at this bout.


Matthew Werner: All that is left now is for the two combatants to enter this very ring and sign... Werner raises the clipboard in the air. ... This contract to make this match official. So, without further adieu, let me first bring out the challenger; He is one half of the WFWF World Tag Team Champions... Alex Sean!


Immediately following the announcement, "Enter Shikari" by Enter Shikari blasts over the PA system to an enormous ovation from the crowd. Wasting no time, Alex Sean passes through the curtain and walks quickly down the ramp. Dressed in faded jeans and a black, button-up shirt with the sleeves folded (Which isn't exactly that important but he is looking sharp) Alex Sean walks up the ring steps, moves through the ropes, and greets his former documentarian Matthew Werner with a nod.


Matthew Werner: Before we bring out the champion, do you have anything you wish to say?


Sean pauses, stroking his chin, then grins. He grabs Werner's hand and leans into the microphone.


Alex Sean: Yeah. Go Bruins!


The many fans of the Bruins roar in celebration over Sean's support!


Matthew Werner: ... Right. Well, with that said, let's bring out our current reigning and defending WFWF World Champion... Trace Demon!


Once again on cue, "Death Before Dishonor" by Five Finger Death Punch hits the sound system as the lights dim low. Trace Demon walks out onto the stage, his World Championship over his shoulder, and a single spotlight shines down on him. As he stands at the top of the ramp, Demon holds out his arms almost in a crucifix stance before lifting them up cueing the lights to return in the process. He slowly makes his way down the ramp, the crowd strongly reacting to the champion with a mix of cheers and boos. Trace walks up the steps then enters between the top and middle rope. He ascends the turnbuckle and points at the crowd, grinning, before jumping down and stopping in the center of the ring.


Matthew Werner: Mr. Demon, do you have any words before we begin?


Trace Demon looks out at the crowd, once again a mix of boos and cheers fill the TD Arena, to which Trace acknowledges with a slight grin. Trace leans toward the microphone as if to speak, then stops, leans back, and nods his head in refusal.


Matthew Werner: Okay then. Well, why don't you both take a seat and we can get things underway!


Both men oblige the request and take a seat at the table, Trace Demon placing his WFWF World Championship ontop. They both lock on to the other's eyes in a staredown as Matthew Werner places the contract on the table and grabs a pen out of his shirt pocket.


Matthew Werner: It is customary for the champion to sign first... I don't even know if that's true, to be honest. But bare with me here, this is going somewhere. ... So without any further delay, Mr. Demon if you will.


After acknowledging Werner, Trace Demon grabs the clipboard and the pen. Looking over the contract, Trace pauses as the anticipation in the building grows. Finally, after several moments, Trace begins signing his name.


Matthew Werner: There you have it, Trace Demon has signed the contract!


The crowd pops for the signing while Trace finishes up signing his name in all the necessary areas. Once finished, Trace places the clipboard and pen down on the table.


Matthew Werner: With that, it is your turn Mr. Sean.


Sean casts a perplexed glance toward Werner likely as a result of the overly formal way he was addressed. After a brief second, Sean turns back toward Trace and grabs the clipboard. After grabbing the pen Sean immediately goes to sign when Trace Demon grabs the microphone from Matthew Werner's hand.


Trace Demon: Wait a second Sean, I have something to say.


An intrigued look on Sean's face, he lays the clipboard down on the table then gestures toward him to go on.


Trace Demon: Last week when you arrived to the building, you spoke of what I had to say earlier in that night and intimated that you thought I was somehow trying to play mind games and putting on some sort of a performance.


Clearly having not changed his opinion, Sean mouths "and?" to Trace and shrugs.


Trace Demon: You think I don't have any heart, that I'm not willing to go to the lengths necessary to beat you at SuperBrawl. And I want you to know right now that if you don't believe that, then you shouldn't sign that contract because if you face me with that attitude, you're going to be in for a rude awakening.


Clearly riled up, Trace stands up from the table while holding his stare toward Sean.


Trace Demon: You will never understand what I have done to be here, what I have gone through, what I have sacrificed. I have given my mind, body, and soul for this... Demon reaches toward the table and picks up the WFWF World Championship, raising it high. ... and, whether they know it not, for the sake of the fans.


The divided crowd reacts, those who support Demon cheering and those who do not booing.


Trace Demon: I have climbed from the very bottom of this company to the very top and I will do anything, go to any lengths to stay there. So before you sign that contract, I want you to ask yourself if you truly know what you're getting yourself into.


As Trace finishes, Sean lets out a blurt of a laugh then stands up from the table. He grabs the microphone from Demon's hand and raises it to his lips.


Alex Sean: You're right, Trace; I don't think you have any heart and I do think this whole... Change in demeaner is a facade. You see, I've faced the best of the best in my career. From Frost to ZMaster, I have faced just about every top guy that ever mattered in this company with very few exceptions. And, the truth is, some of those guys were all hype and some of them were truly as they were thought to be; The best. But when you look back on all of those guys, there's one thing they all shared and that... is heart.


Sean pauses momentarily, the crowd listening intently as is Trace Demon.


Alex Sean: And I'm sitting here looking in your eyes and I don't see it. I don't see the passion they had, the will to be the best. You are not like them, you are not the best. Everything you've ever accomplished has been directly as a result of your position of power. You take that away and, Trace, you wouldn't be the guy that started from the bottom and climbed to the top.


Sean coldly laughs.


Alex Sean: You'd be the guy who started from the bottom and stayed there.


The crowd "Ooohs" as Sean pauses, allowing his last words to sink in. This, however, is followed by Sean going face to face with Trace Demon.


Alex Sean: But I want to give you a chance to prove me wrong. And the reason for that, Trace, is because the only way that you'll get your chance to prove that you have heart, is by giving me the chance to tear it out.


Trace Demon stares at Sean confused.


Alex Sean: Because you see, I don't want this match to be a straight-up wrestling match. I want to face you in a deathmatch!


Appropriate oohs are drawn from the crowd.


Alex Sean: If I had it my way, I would walk into that building, step between those ropes, and I would unleash a beating upon you that would end your career for sure, perhaps your life. But therein lies your chance because you see, if we do this, you'll have your opportunity to prove that you belong, to show your heart. You say you've sacrificed, show me sacrifice. Show me dedication. Show me... Sean pokes his index and middle finger onto Trace Demon's chest ... your heart.


With that, Sean shoves the microphone into Demon's chest. As Trace grabs it, he remains dead-locked in a staredown with Sean.


Trace Demon: You're on.


The crowd roars in excitement as Alex Sean grabs the clipboard and pen, quickly signing his name on the dotted line making the match official.


Matthew Werner: It's official! Come SuperBrawl VI, Trace Demon will defend his WFWF World Championship in a deathmatch with Alex Sean!


The crowd roars in excitement over the announcement!


Matthew Werner: I wish you both the best of luck!


Alex Sean walks past Trace Demon and toward the ropes. As Sean steps one leg through with his back turned toward Demon, the WFWF World Champion quickly approaches Sean and aggressively turns his shoulder seemingly for a cheap shot!


Matt Steel: I knew that Trace Demon couldn't be trusted!


Matthew Werner rushes toward the two to break it up but Trace Demon places a palm on Werner's chest stopping him and, rather than deliver the blow, simply stares Sean down. After a few moments, Trace extends his hand to Alex Sean. The Hall of Famer looks down at the Champion's hand, then looks back toward him mouthing something we cannot hear. With that, Sean leaves Trace Demon hanging and exits the ring.


Matt Steel: That was interesting.


As Trace Demon remains in the ring, Matthew Werner exits and takes his place back at ringside beside Matt Steel.


Matt Steel: What was all that about?


Matthew Werner: What?


Matt Steel: What we just saw. What did Alex Sean say?


Matthew Werner: He told Trace that only when he can offer that hand after their match at SuperBrawl will he shake it. Until he can do that, he offers him no respect.


We fade to commercial as Trace Demon remains in the ring, his arm still extended out and a stern look on his face.

White flashes goes along to "LOVE. YOUR HATE. YOUR. FAITH LOST. YOU ARE NOW. ONE. ONE OF US" in the darkened arena. Fireworks blast across the stage left and ring as the lights come to as Totalimmortal starts playing and Yukio comes out to a roaring crowd. He rubs his hands and looks to the crowd. He nods his head up and down for a moment, then walks down the ramp slapping hands in the process. Yukio gets to the ring after greeting his fans and walks up the stairs. He grabs a hold of the ropes and hops up into the ring, but lands on the middle turnbuckle rather than the mat. He points to the crowd and moves his hand all across the arena. Yukio hops back down takes off his t-shirt, throws it into the crowd and waits for his opponent.


The arena lights dim as the big screen displays a black and white movie style count down running from 3 to 1 before “Won’t Let Go” by InMe hits the sound system and a small amount of white pyros explode in the entrance way. Seconds after the pyros end WFWF hall of famer Johnny Michaels jumps through the smoke onto the stage. Once out Michaels runs to each side of the stage in turn and waves his arms signalling to the crowd to get up before he then starts to walk to the ring high fiving and shaking hands with some fans on his way then, at the half way point of the ramp, Michaels runs to the ring and slides under the bottom rope to enter it. In the ring Michaels leaps to his feet and runs off the ropes once to test there strength before climbing up the top right and bottom left turnbuckles where he raises his arms to the crowd before jumping down and preparing for the match ahead.


The fans are chanting back and forth "Movie Man"and "Yukio" before the ref even rings the bell. Yukio extends his hand as does Michaels and they shake as the bell finally rings. Collar and elbow tie up by both men with Yukio trying to wedge in a side head to Michaels, but Michaels elbows Yukio into the gut followed by a side hip take down. Yukio gets up to his knees, but Michaels capitalizes with a shining enzigui to the side of the head of Blaze. Michaels covers Blaze

1........2........kickout

Michaels accepts that and picks Blaze up in a front facelock. He calls for a DDT, but Blaze musters enough strength to counter it into a bridging northern lights suplex

1......2......kickout

Blaze gets to his feet and picks Michaels up, but Michaels pushes Blaze into the corner. Michaels gets up to his feet and runs at Blaze. Blaze hops over the ropes and Michaels catches himself as he would have smashed his head into the turnbuckle post. Yukio slingshots himself over the ropes into the ring onto Michaels with a roll up

1.........2............kickout

Yukio tries another pin

1.......kickout

Yukio tries to go for another pin, but Michaels counters into a small package

1.............2..............3....no kick out

Michaels decides to spice it up the match by locking in a side leg lock onto Blaze. He rises to his feet and modifies the move into an ankle lock type of maneuver. The ref ask Blaze is he is going to give up and he shakes his head no. The fans are getting behind Blaze to get to the ropes, but at the same time the fans are chanting for the Movie Man. Michaels locks the ankle in real good, but Blaze is somehow able to get to the ropes. Michaels doesn't let go of the ropes though

1...........2...............3............4.........Michaels breaks the hold

Michaels calls for the end by grabbing Yukio's ankle again, but he drops his knee onto it this time. Michaels sees that Yukio is dwendling and decides to punishes him some more by getting him into the dragon screw position, but Yukio is somehow able to counter it into a rolling heel kick, but injures his ankle more the move he just delivered. Yukio lays on the mat holding his ankle as Michaels is taking his time getting to his feet, but does with the help of the middle and top ropes. Yukio tries to get up and is chopped block by Michaels. Michaels drags him to the middle of the ring and points to the turnbuckle. Michaels ascends the ropes and spreads his arms out and then comes tumbling down with a Corkscrew leg drop directly across Yukio's neck and chest, He covers Blaze

1............2...............kickout somehow by Blaze

Michaels cannot believe this and the arena aswell. Blaze is still on the mat and Michaels walks to Yukio's head and arms appearing to go for The Directors Cut, but Yukio jabs three good elbow strikes right into Michaels face. Michaels stumbles back and drops to one knee as Yukio has an adrenaline rush and gets to his feet, but his literally hopping/limping on his left ankle/leg. Yukio pats his right knee and does a half assed run at Michaels delivering a half assed Greeting From Michigan Shining Wizard. He drops down and drapes his arm over Michaels

1.........2...........kickout at 2 and 3/4

The fans are eating this match up as both men are now laying on the match trying to catch a break, but the ref counts

1.........2..........3..........4..........5.........6.......Michaels gets to his feet first and walks to the ropes leaning against them.......7.........8......Yukio gets to his feet, but then drops to one knee.

Michaels shows Yukio a hand of applause and Blaze points at Michaels. The fans are going nuts and Yukio gets back to his feet with the help of the ropes. Michaels walks to the center and Yukio basically hops to the center. Michaels and Yukio just stare at each other for a moment and then Michaels whips Yukio into the ropes, he leaps frogs over him and Yukio comes back at Michaels leaps frogs over him, but lands awkwardly on his ankle. Michaels kicks Blaze is the gut and goes behind him locking in a dragon sleeper, but then turns it into a Reverse Twist Of Fate. Michaels covers Blaze

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

The bell sounds and "Won’t Let Go" starts to play throughout the arena. The ref raises Michaels hand as Yukio is getting to his feet, but stumbles back onto the mat. Michaels walks over to Blaze and helps him up, but Blaze hesitates for a minute. Both men are now standing in the ring and Michaels raises Blaze hand high into the air as the crowd is cheering and clapping as Loaded cuts to a commercial.

The camera moves back stage. A woman is seen pacing back and forth, her arms are swinging wildly. She’s shaking her hands. Her nerves are shot, its written all over her face. She turns toward the camera; it is now visible that the nervous woman is Meg Warner.

Meg:Why do I always get nervous? You would think being a WFWF Hall of Famer I would be used to main eventing but I’m not.

Something catches Meg’s eye. A familiar looking woman is standing behind a corner.

Meg: Excuse me, if you’re some crazed fan I don’t have time for this right now. I’m warming up for my match.

The woman came out of hiding from around the corner.

Meg:Oh god, it’s you. I knew something was weird about you at my phobia meeting. I mean who is afraid of marijuana?

The young woman looks up at Meg with big eyes. She is beautiful, a young Asian woman with long dark hair.

Alexis: My name is Alexis, I’ve been watching you for awhile. I am sorry if I have been a problem for you, Meg. I am a big fan. I actually just got signed by WFWF to become a wrestling superstar. I was wondering if you wouldn’t mind being my mentor.

Meg has a look of disgust on her face.

Meg:Listen kid I don’t have time for this right now. Can we talk about this later?

Voice: Yeah, kid. I wouldn't count on this particular lady for anything.

Braden Munroe and Tabitha Owens suddenly walk into view, standing before Meg and Alexis. Braden approaches the young, oriental woman and places his arm around her should in a friendly manner.

Braden:[/b] You see, what was your name...Alexis? Meg Warner is too good to help out a young, naive fan of hers. I know, I know, it's sad isn't it? But what do you expect, she couldn't even help her childhood friend when his life was f*cking turned completely upside down. You're better off finding a mentor who isn't just some selfish bitch like the one in front of you.

Megs face turns blood red. She turns to Alexis.

Meg:[/color]You know what… Alexis you’ve got yourself a damn mentor. Braden I may not have been there for you, but I’m going to personally make sure she gets farther than you ever did in this federation. Let’s face it you’re a joke. Come on kid; let’s go I hear my music.

Meg and Alexis make there way to the ring. Braden glares at Meg as she walks away from him, the only thing he knows she is good for.

The bell sounds as we come back from a commercial break. and Thunder and Meg lock up. Thunder gets the better of it and backs Meg into a corner. He hits her with a few chops and goes to whip her into the other corner. Meg is able to reverse it and instead Thunder ends up going into the corner. Meg charges at Thunder, who gets a foot up and hits a big boot. Thunder hits a series of right hands until Meg is able to block one, lands a few of her own, and then clotheslines Thunder over the top rope onto the floor.

Thunder takes a moment to regain his composure and then reenters the ring. The two lock up once again, and Thunder puts Meg in a side headlock. Meg pushes off Thunder and sends him into the ropes. Thunder attempts a superkick but Meg catches and holds on to his leg. It appears that Thunder is in a very tough spot, but he is able to hit an enziguiri with his free leg.

Matthew Werner: Thunder did a nice job thinking on his feet there, no pun intended.

Matt Steel: That was horrible.

With the match now firmly in his control, Thunder sends Meg into the corner once again and hits her with an elbow. She drops down into a sitting position, which leaves her open to be hit by a running knee.

Thunder then rolls outside the ring and turns Meg's body around so his legs are facing him. It appears he is about to apply the figure four around the ring post, but Meg kicks Thunder away, who ends up crashing against the guardrail.

Matthew Werner: That had to hurt.

Matt Steel: Nothing gets by you.

With Meg in control once again, she heads outside the ring and sends Thunder into the ring post. She then rolls Thunder into the ring but remains outside. Meg applies the figure four around the ring post Thunder attempted just moments earlier. Thunder screams in pain until the referee makes Meg break the hold.

Back in the ring, Thunder stands back up, but has a noticeable limp. Meg takes advantage of this and immediately takes Thunder's leg out from under him.

Matthew Werner: Great strategy by Meg. Hopefully Alexis is paying attention to this.

Matt Steel: Of course she is. Why else would she be out here?

Meg attempts a figure four, but Thunder kicks his way out of it and sends her into the corner. Once she heads back in his direction, he lifts her up on his shoulders to hit the Thunder & Lightning, but his leg gives out and he is unable to finish the move. Once they both reach their feet again, Meg hits him with a dropkick.

She then climbs to the top rope and waits for Thunder to get back on his feet. Once he does, Meg hits a crossbody, but Thunder rolls over and makes a cover.

. . . 1 . . .

. . . 2 . . .

Meg kicks out.

Matthew Werner: That's got to be frustrating for Thunder.

Matt Steel: Yeah, given his injured leg, it's going to be hard to get a better opportunity than that.

Upon reaching his feet, Meg takes his leg out from under him once more and then hits a shining wizard. She follows it up by trying for another figure four, but this time Thunder rolls her up in a small package.

. . . 1 . . .

. . . 2 . . .

Kickout by Meg.

Thunder locks Meg in the Million Dollar Dream once she reaches her feet, but Meg gives him a kick to the leg and that breaks the hold. She climbs to the top rope, but Thunder lands a punch and places her on his shoulders. But he is struggling with his leg problems, and can't finish the move. Meg ends up getting Thunder in a crucifix pin attempt.

. . . 1 . . .

. . . 2 . . .

. . . 3! . . .

Meg brings her new protege into the ring with her, so the two can celebrate their victory before heading to the back.

Matthew Werner: Impressive victory by Meg.

Matt Steel: But let's not forget the other story here. How badly is Thunder injured?

Thunder uses the ropes to help him reach his feet as "Totalimmortal" by AFI plays. Yukio Blaze steps out onto the ramp with a microphone.

Yukio Blaze: Well, this obviously hasn't been an easy night for either of us, but it wasn't supposed to be. So I just thought I'd come out here so we can inform everyone who our opponents next week will be.

Thunder: Well, let's be honest here. As you can do doubt tell, my leg is screwed up pretty bad. I don't want to jeopardize our match at Superbrawl, so I think I better take the next show off so I can heal up.

Yukio Blaze: That's fine, as I want you to be at a hundred percent when I beat you at Superbrawl. As for my opponent, I've got a big one: ZMaster!

Matthew Werner: Yukio Blaze vs. ZMaster next week. What a huge match! That's all the time we have for this week, but you won't want to miss the last Loaded before Superbrawl VI!

The WFWF logo appears on the screen as the show comes to an end.[/center]