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Post by sonstuds on Jun 4, 2011 15:12:37 GMT -5
Dark Match [/color] Oscar Conrad Davidson vs. DAVID HANDLECATCH Our screen is consumed by darkness.[/color] The day has come. The day we feared. The day that will either make us who we are ... or destroy us in the process.Quick shots of various WFWF superstars are shown.[/color] We will battle with our natural born enemies. Not because we want too. But because .... we have too. They have studied our every move. Waiting for the moment to strike.Shots of the various feuds going into this show.[/color] And gentleman ... that moment has arrived. We defeated them once already. We were lucky. I'm not naive enough to think that all of you will come back. Because you won't. But you know what must be done. You'll show them just what happens when you mess with this great country. And I want you to remember that, gentlemen.An American flag blows in the wind.[/color] This is about pride. This is about not backing down. This is about honor. Integrity. Respect. God damn it, when you look down at the pile of goo that used to be your best friend's face you'll know what to do!!More shots of the events which took place in the past four months.[/color] Good luck, men. Make yourselves proud. If for nothing else do it for yourself. Show those bastards just what happens when they mess with us! If they want a fight we'll give them a fight! Yeah!Yeah![/color] The hour is upon is. We can longer turn back. For this is the attack ...... Of The Little Green Men!... In 3-D![/b][/color][/size] The camera cuts to the ringside area and the display of pyrotechnics on the stage. Once the smoke has cleared several children dressed as martians emerge from the back, firing lasers.[/color]  We turn to the announce table.[/color] Matthew Werner:[/color] Welcome to Attack! ... Of the Little Green Men ....In 3-D live from the MGM Grand Garden Arena in Paradise, Nevada! Matt Steel:[/color] U-S-A! U-S-A! U-S-A! Matthew Werner:[/color] We've got a great show lined up for you tonight. Matt Steel:[/color] But you've all seen the card so I'm not gonna bother recapping every thing. Matthew Werner:[/color] Fair enough, so let's just get underway. Matt Steel:[/color] Yes. Let's shall. Matthew Werner: For months now, Shawn Malakai and ZMaster have been going at it for what seems like forever now. Malakai had just come off of a string of losses to the former tag team champions EBR and DGX and the formerly newly christened WFWF Champion Wayne McGurk when ZMaster came out and brutalized him. In the weeks following, the two duked it out, reaching a boiling point at Indiana Jones V. Matt Steel: There, the had themselves a brutal no holds barred match that culminated with Malakai murdering ZMaster and in the process, killing himself. Matthew Werner: Technically neither died, Matt. Matt Steel: I can wish, can't I? Matthew Werner: Regardless, sh*t went down, and that's how we've gotten to this point. This match promises to be a great match. Matt Steel: And a brutal one too. Here's hoping one of them dies! Matthew Werner: You're messed up, you know that? Matt Steel: This is a train wreck waiting to happen, and we both know that no matter how hard anyone tries, they just can't look away in hopes of seeing the accident or the immediate aftermath. Matthew Werner: I don't... Matt Steel: Then you're the one who's messed up brah. Keri Thames: The following match is a Steel Cage match! The only way to win is by climbing over the top of the cage, the first person to have both of their feet touch the ground first will be the victor! Matthew Werner: It's showtime! “The Crimson” by Atreyu resonates throughout the arena to a chorus of boos from the plethora of fans. The chorus hits and out from behind the curtain comes the masked monster ZMaster, a barbed wire laced baseball bat in hand. He laughs. He raises his arms and flame go off from behind him.Keri Thames: First, making his way to the ring from Parts Unknown, he is the WFWF Hall of Famer and first ever WFWF Grand Slam winner, ZMaster! ZMaster stops at the edge of the ring and looks up at the monster structure hanging above him. The Masked Menace pulls himself up to the ring apron and ultimately into the ring, taking practice swings with the bat.We cut backstage and see Thunder and Shawn Malakai. Thunder is holding a container in which Malakai's hands are submerged, wincing in obvious pain, Thunder repeating for him to continuously move his fingers. He grabs another container of a powdery substance and has Malakai move his hands to that. He rolls his tape around in it and shakes off the excess, what doesn't stick. He then grabs his lead pipe and walks to the curtain as “Anasasis (Xenophontis)” by Parkway Drive begins to play. The crowd stirs as the lights dim. In a flash, they're back on, multiple colors. From behind the curtain comes Shawn Malakai, the pipe resting on his shoulders and his wrists sitting on the pipe. When he arrives at the edge of the stage, he removes the pipe from his shoulders and points it to the air like He-Man or Beastmaster or something as the fireworks go off.Keri Thames: And his opponent, from Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania he is Shawn Malakai! Malakai looks out at the fans and smiles, they're cheering his name and he's loving every moment of it. He begins his decent down the ramp to the ring, not taking his eyes off of the steel cage hanging above the ring for a moment. He pulls himself up and into the ring and leans his pipe on the turnbuckle. The strobe lights begin to flash on and off rather violently as the cage begins its decent, Malakai and ZMaster seeming completely unphased. The cage hits the floor and the ref calls for the bell.Matthew Werner: Let the war begin! Immeadiately, albeit not surprisingly, Malakai and ZMaster charge the other, locking into a collar and elbow tie up, each one delivering vicious punches to the head of the other, ZMaster seeming to be taking more damage though, as once the hold is broken, blood begins to drip through his hair and onto the uncovered skin on his arms. Malakai does a spinning backfist onto ZM's arm and there is now a sizable gash in his arm. Malakai puts the top of his fist to his lips and blows lightly, smirking.Matthew Werner: What the f*ck is this?! A steel cage match or a f*cking Taipei Deathmatch?! Matt Steel: A healthy combination brah. ZMaster wipes the blood off of his arm and onto his pants. The two men tie up again and ZMaster takes over with a nice headlock.Matthew Werner: This should be interesting to see how Malakai compensates for being the smaller man for once. Malakai swings his leg forward and hooks it back, low blowing ZMaster.Matt Steel: Apparently, by doing that. ZMaster crashes to his knees. Malakai cocks back and delivers a lethal duke right square in the face of ZMaster, the man falling limp backwards. Malakai makes a break for the cage wall. He's about halfway up the cage when ZMaster gets to his feet and pulls him down. The two share an exchange of punches but then Malakai brings ZMaster up and over with a near perfect front suplex. From there he jumps right into a reverse surfboard type hold, driving his knee right into ZMaster's back while pulling his arms back. ZMaster's clearly in a lot of pain, but there's no give in this man. Not that it matters, considering there's no submissions in the match but still. Somehow though, ZMaster twists his hips and gets to his feet, shoving Malakai off of him. Malakai charges for a clothesline but ZMaster ducks under it and makes a B-line for the corner and grabs his barbed wire laced baseball bat and takes a 'practice swing' at Malakai, who stumbles backwards and falls on his ass. Malakai cowers and tries to pull himself to the corner for protection, but it's the wrong corner, as his pipe's in the opposite corner. ZMaster starts hammering down with that bat, barely missing Malakai at every swing, as Malakai's dodging left, right, moving his legs...he's doing everything he can to stay out of the path of that bat.Matthew Werner: Brutal. Matt Steel: Ba-da-ba-ba-ba, I'm lovin' it. ZMaster finally connects with Malakai's leg. ZMaster pulls Malakai up to his feet and drives the bat into the mans gut and then into his side, causing him to fall into the cage. ZMaster pulls Malakai to the center of the ring, holds the bat to his boot, smirks, and locks Malakai in The Crimson! The barbed wire is being driven right into Malakai's mouth and throat! He's spitting out blood!Matthew Werner: ZMaster has his patented version of the gogoplata, The Crimson, locked in! There's no way Malakai can recover from this. Matt Steel: Fingers crossed. Malakai is tapping out furiously, but there's absolutely nothing that can be done about it. ZMaster starts rocking back and forth, clinching in the hold deeper. Malakai begins to fade, but then the fans begin to cheer his name. He starts to stir. ZMaster clinches the hold even deeper. Malakai brings his knees to his chest level and uses his free hand to get the crown behind him. They get louder and louder. Malakai then reaches over, grabs his own fist from across ZMaster's body and pulls himself and ZMaster up. ZMaster is now about eleven feet in the air and Malakai slams him down to the mat, the hold naturally being broken, but so are a few of ZMaster's ribs one would assume after that violent drop. Malakai falls backwards into the turnbuckle with his lead pipe which he grabs and cuddles. He spits some blood out of his mouth and is careful to wipe his mouth with his arm and not his wrist tape. Malakai gets to his feet and gets onto the ropes. In a flash, the beaten ZMaster is up and splits Malakai's legs, Malakai falling spread eagle on the ropes.Matthew Werner: Ouch. ZMaster punches Malakai in the lower gut and begins his ascent up the steel cage. He gets to the top and straddles the edge for a moment when his boot is grabbed rather weakly by Malakai. He smirks and runs his hand through his bloody hair. He reaches down and grabs Malakai's arm and stands up on the edge of the cage and Malakai stands up on the ropes. The two begin to walk their respective bits.Matthew Werner: No way. Not even ZMaster is that crazy. Matt Steel: Well, one would hope, anyways. Oh, but he is. ZMaster lets out a yell and leaps off of the top of the cage and drops Malakai with a convoluted, high risk, extreme Super Old School. Both men lay motionless on the mat.Matthew Werner: Rest in pieces. Matt Steel: Clever. The men are still motionless.Matthew Werner: Hrm... Once more, still motionless.Matthew Werner: Ok. Seriously ref. Make sure they're alive, will ya? Matt Steel: Meh. They're expendable. Matthew Werner: In what world are two of the biggest names in WFWF history expendable? Better yet, how are any two human beings in general expendable? Matt Steel: Clearly you've never been to Compton. Matthew Werner: That was a little racist there, Matt. Matt Steel: Clearly. Well, they're not motionless anymore, anyways. Both men are on their hands and knees, beaten and exhausted. Both men use each other to get to their feet and just fall right into the cage. They both begin their ascent, not even attempting to fight off the other...they just want this war to be over. When they get to the top, all of that changes. This is the final battle for supremacy. The battle for good versus evil, right and wrong. Truth and lies.Matthew Werner: Here we go! The final showdown! The two men are perched rather precariously high above the ring and the floor below. They start to duke it out, both men almost losing their balance a few times. This fight's getting dirty. They're raking each others eyes, pulling their hair, they're both doing whatever they can to win. This continues for a few moments, and the fans are on their feet, eating it up. Malakai lands a great hit though and then lifts his inner leg and kicks ZMaster right in the head. Malakai hangs on as ZMaster falls over the side. However, ZMaster's leg is caught in the break in the link! He's hanging upside down facing up towards the titantron and can't get himself untangled. Upon seeing this, Malakai swings his leg over and descends the outside of the cage and touches both of his feet to the floor. The ref calls for the bell.Keri Thames: Here is your winner, Shawn Malakai! Malakai doesn't even celebrate. He just limps his way up to the stage, staring ZMaster down the whole time who is flailing on the outside of the cage, still hung up. He's pounding on the cage and screaming obscenities that aren't appropriate to be said towards Malakai. Malakai gets to the top of the ramp and makes the sign of the cross and outstretches his arm towards ZMaster, mumbling something while he does so. He makes the sign of the cross again, turns around and pulls out the Hangman's Horror stance, the fireworks going off on the stage and above the ring as he walks through the curtain.[/center] |
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Post by sonstuds on Jun 4, 2011 15:13:07 GMT -5
"The Renegade Warrior" Cameron Stone is standing by backstage with Stacy Grey, ready to be interviewed for his match against Justin Tyme later tonight.
Stacy Grey: I'm standing by here with Cameron Stone, who will be facing off tonight with Justin Tyme in a hardcore match. Cameron, what are your feelings heading into this match?
Cameron Stone: Excitement Stacy. Cameron Stone is back on pay per view, and I'm going to make a huge statement tonight! This is my time to shine here in the WFWF, and Justin Tyme is going to regret spoiling my epic comeback.
Stacy Grey: Do you think the hardcore stipulation favors you tonight?
Cameron Stone: Oh hell yeah! I asked for it. I'm going to get to feel the ripping flesh of Tyme, I'll get to watch the blood dripping from the multiple woulds I inflict on his body. I'll get to have the satisfaction of knowing I used Tyme to make a statement, that when it's hardcore rules, and all bets are off, this is MY playground. And that, is Set. . . . . in. . . . . . Stone!
And with that, Cameron Stone walks off, leaving Stacy Grey looking very uncomfortable at the mindset of Stone.
Matthew Werner: Strong words by Cameron Stone.
Matt Steel: Yeah and the match is next so put up or shut up time, boyz.
Sound of Madness hits, and after a few moments, Cameron Stone steps out onto the stage, a cocky, yet determined look on his face, and a kendo stick in hand.
Keri Thames: The following match is scheduled for one fall and it is a hardcore match! First, from Canada, he is Cameron Stone!
He begins to strut down the ramp, but Justin Tyme runs from the back, down the ramp crashing into Stone, sending him tripping down the ramp, as Tyme has elected to begin this match with a sneak attack.
Matt Steel: [/color] Like a fox! As he fell down, Stone dropped the kendo stick, and Tyme immediately picks it up, and begins to smash it viciously over the back of Stone, once also catching the back of his head, and Stone yells in pain. Finally, the stick snaps in two, though Tyme still isn't finished with it, as he kneels down and begins using the jagged part where it snapped to tear at Stone's forehead, and really early in this match, Stone is busted open, the blood flowing fairly steady from the wound.[/color] Matthew Werner:[/color] Tyme isn’t wasting anytime here! These men clearly hate one another! Tyme yells at Stone, asking who was going to the hospital now. Tyme begins to hammer Stone's head with punches, getting blood all over his hands, but before he can inflict too much damage, Stone hits him with a low blow, catching Tyme off guard. Stone shakily gets to his feet, and then grabs Tyme by the back of the head and throws him into the crowd barricade.[/color] Matt Steel:[/color] 3-D for the front row fans! Stone follows by hitting Tyme in the head with a big boot while his head was resting against the barricade, getting a groan from the crowd. Stone rains down some punches on Tyme before grabbing him and leading him back to the ring. At ringside, Stone slams Tyme's head into the ringpost, and then again into the steel steps, before hitting a scoop slam onto the floor. Stone climbs onto the ring apron, and he then runs and jumps off, going for a leg drop on Tyme, but Justin moves, and Stone lands on the floor painfully.[/color] Matthew Werner:[/color] Justin Tyme may have just saved himself there. Tyme delivers a kick to the back of Stone's head, and then becomes the first one to look underneath the ring. And Tyme pulls out a baseball bat covered in barbed wire, sending the crowd into a frenzy. But Cameron Stone is smart, as he pulls the legs of Tyme out from under him before he can use the weapon, sending him crashing to the floor. Stone then slides into the ring to get a breather.[/color] Matthew Werner:[/color] Uh oh a barbed wire bat. Matt Steel:[/color] Play ball, amirite!? ... Aha but yeah, enjoy the match. After a few moments, Justin Tyme also gets into the ring, and both men get to their feet and immediately begin trading punches, alternating right hands, but Stone manages to block a shot before throwing one back, and he begins to get the best of the fist fight, which causes Tyme to kick him in the mid section. Tyme connects with a neckbreaker, and makes a cover, clearly wanting this thing over as fast as possible.... 1 ... ... 2 ... Stone kicks out, determination mixed in with the exhaustion on his blood covered face. Tyme goes for a punch on Stone's head, but Cameron grabs Tyme's arm and spins up, trying to lock in a modified armbar, but Tyme rolls forward, causing Stone to let go and the momentum causes him to go into the corner, his head making contact with the second turnbuckle.Matthew Werner:[/color] Great counter by Tyme. Tyme runs and jumps, hitting a bronco buster like move, and Stone falls limply to the mat. Tyme gets up, and begins to untie the turnbuckle pad on the top rope of that corner, and when get gets it off, he brings Stone up to his feet, and tries to smash Stone face first into the exposed turnbuckle. But Stone bites down on Tyme's fingers, causing him to dance around in pain.[/color] Matt Steel:[/color] He’s pulling an Alex Burrows! Stone lets go of the bite, then hits a stiff right hand on Tyme, and then he smashes Tyme into the turnbuckle, and Tyme falls backwards to the mat. A small cut is now visible on Tyme's head, and Stone, like a shark in the water, smells blood. He quickly gets out of the ring, and grabs a steel chair from near the timekeepers area, and when Tyme gets to his feet, Stone moves forward to swing the chair over his head, but Tyme as a great counter, getting Stone with a drop toe hold, and Stone falls to the mat face first, his head smashing into his own chair! Tyme makes a cover.[/color] ... 1 ... ... 2 ... Stone gets a shoulder up, and Tyme can't believe it, as he starts yelling at the referee, thus causing him to fail to notice Stone crawl to the edge of the ring, and roll under the bottom rope to the floor, out of sight, so when Tyme turns around, he can't see Stone. Tyme looks a little panicked, as he cautiously gets out of the ring, on the same side Stone rolled under, but Stone had crawled around to a different side. Tyme walked around the corner of the ring, and Stone, who had been crouching in wait, rushed forward, smashing Tyme in the face with the barbed wire baseball bat that had been dropped earlier!Matt Steel:[/color] Yeah I figured that was going to come back into play. Tyme went down screaming in pain, as Stone pressed the wire into his forehead, and began a sick sawing motion. Tyme screamed as Stone cut his face with the wire, and ended up widening the small cut Tyme had, so now, both superstars were bleeding badly. Stone raised the bat above his head and screamed, getting a roar of approval from the crowd. Stone tosses the bat aside, and delivers a sick looking spinebuster to Tyme on the outside, and after a few second breather, Stone searches under the ring, and pulls out a table.[/color] Matthew Werner:[/color] This won’t be good. Matt Steel:[/color] For one of them, at least. Stone places the table so the edges are resting on the edge of the ring and on the guardrail to the crowd, and then he goes underneath the ring again, this time, pulling out a large bag. Stone wastes no time revealing the contents of the bag, as he pours out thousands of thumbtacks, directly onto the table![/color] Matt Steel:[/color] How artistic of Cameron Stone, decorating the table with glitter. Matthew Werner:[/color] Actually Matt those are thumbtacks. Matt Steel:[/color] Ah. That makes sense. When he is done, Stone goes to grab Tyme, but Tyme has already seen the table and tacks, and he is moving away from it, towards the timekeeping area. Stone ducks under the table and follows him, and Tyme manages to surprise him with a blow from the ringbell, dropping Stone completely. Stone appears to be unconsious, which Tyme celebrates at first, but realizes the error when the referee reminds him he has to be inside the ring to be pinned. Tyme tries hauling up the dead weight of Stone, which takes quite a while and a lot of effort, but finally, he manages to get Stone under the bottom rope into the ring, and make a cover.[/color] ... 1 ... ... 2 ... Stone gets his foot on the bottom rope, and the referee sees this, and stops and count, causing Tyme to be dumbfounded. Tyme sees Stone's foot on the rope, and he drags Stone to the center of the ring, and makes another cover. ... 1 ... ... 2 ... This time, Stone manages to kick out! Tyme freaks out, and grabs the steel chair still in the ring, and begins hitting Stone over and over with it, shots to the legs, body and head, until the chair is so warped it can't be used anymore. Tyme makes another cover.... 1 ... ... 2 ... Stone kicks out again!Matt Steel:[/color] Gotta respect that persistence. Tyme just screams at him, yelling for him to just stay down and die! Stone, who is in incredible pain on the mat, laughs, then spits in the face of Tyme. Tyme hammers down on Stone with some blows, before bringing him to his feet. Tyme positions Stone for a Tyme Out, but Stone spins out of it, and catches Tyme with a Loose Screw! Cameron Stone makes a cover.[/color] ... 1 ... ... 2 ... Tyme kicks out, but Stone doesn't look too concerned, yelling that he was only getting started, and this was his idea of a good time. Stone slid out of the ring, and grabbed a steel chain from under the ring, and he quickly got back into the ring. He strutted around Tyme for a few moments before whipping the chain across Tyme's back, and Justin yelled out in pain, bringing a huge smile to the face of Stone. Stone repeated the move a few more times over the next minute, leaving ugly looking welts on Tyme's back, before he crouched down, and wrapped the chain around Tyme's neck, and began to choke him.Matthew Werner:[/color] He’s trying to kill him right here! Tyme grabbed at the chain around his throat, desperately trying to get it off from around his neck, but Stone had it on him tight. Tyme managed to climb to his feet, though not loosening the chain at all, and he reached his arms back, grabbed Stone's head behind him, and Tyme dropped down to a sitting position, smashing Stone's face onto his chin in a stunner type move, causing Stone to let go of the chain. Tyme got the chain off his neck, and gasped for air, as Stone clutched his jaw on the mat next to him. Tyme took a glance at Stone, then one at the chain, and he got to his feet, and began viciously whipping Stone across the back with the chain, even harder and faster than Stone had whipped him.[/color] Matt Steel:[/color] Just like “Roots”.  After about a dozen whips, Stone wiggled across to the other side of the ring in agony, and Tyme wrapped the chain around his fist, and waited for Stone to get to his feet, who did so very slowly, and when Stone did, and turned to face Tyme, Tyme moved forward and hit Stone with a punch to the face with his chain wrapped fist! But now, it appeared to be Tyme who wasn't done, as he got out of the ring, and went to the only side of the ring that neither of them had looked under. Tyme spotted something, and he smiled, before pulling out a pane of glasses, and the crowd went ballistic.[/color] Matthew Werner:[/color] Oh boy. Matt Steel:[/color] Or perhaps Justin Tyme just spends his spare time changing windows. He does no show a lot. Tyme just smiled as he looked at the glass, and he carefully slid it into the ring, and then slid in himself. Tyme stood the glass up, and set it in the corner, leaning upwards against the turnbuckle on top. Type grabbed Stone, and made an attempt to throw him though the glasses, but Stone countered and went to put Tyme through the glass. But Tyme countered once more and ended up hip tossing Stone through the glass, which shattered on impact! A holy crapchant was now audible, as Stone moaned on the pieces of broken glass.[/color] Matthew Werner:[/color] God damn! Matt Steel:[/color] Yeah that could have been a part of someone’s house! Tyme started yelling at him that this was what he got, and that maybe hardcore wasn't his game after all! Tyme then locked in a Boston crab, in a way so Stone's hands and stomach were on top of the pieces of glass, and Stone screamed, but every wrench of his body twisted it into the glass more, and Tyme laughed, though this was short lived, as Stone was right by the corner, he managed to grab the rope, though the referee refused to break the hold, since it was a No DQ match. But Stone managed to grasp a piece of glass in one hand, while using the other to grab the rope and twist himself around just enough so that he was able to jab the glass into the back of Tyme, causing him to let go of the hold in shock. Stone got to his feet, and as Tyme stumbled back, Stone grabbed his head, and hit a DDT, putting his own back, and Tyme's head into the broken glass. Stone rolled Tyme over and made a cover.[/color] ... 1 ... ... 2 ... Tyme kicked out! Now Stone had his turn to look shocked, though he didn't waste time arguing with the referee.Matthew Werner:[/color] These two men are just going at it. Stone picked up Tyme, looking for a suplex, but Tyme raked his eyes, and then irish whipped Stone to the ropes. But when Stone hit the ropes, he managed to grab hold of the top one, and not rebound at Tyme. Tyme then decided to run at Stone, clothesline over the ropes on his mind, but Stone ducked down, and stood back up, backdropping Tyme over the ropes, but instead of hitting the floor, Tyle went right through the tack covered table! Stone just leaned exhausted against the ropes for a few seconds, allowing the crowd to take in what they just saw. Finally, Stone got out of the ring, and fished Tyme out from the wreckage, and got him back into the ring. Stone hit a Cam Slam on a limp Tyme, and made the cover.... 1 ... ... 2 ... Matthew Werner:[/color] Should have it. ... 3! Keri Thames: Here is your winner, Cameron Stone! Cameron Stone, despite being battered and extremely bloody, celebrated his first pay per view victory in the WFWF with must enthusiasm and gusto, before limping backstage, leaving Tyme a bloody, broken mess in the ring.Matthew Werner:[/color] What a hellacious match that turned out to be. Matt Steel:[/color] 'Tis true. Matthew Werner:[/color] I don't know how we follow that up. Matt Steel:[/color] Says here on this card with Trace Demon vs. Calvin Lee. Keri Thames: The following match is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first... An electronic yet tribal percussion line suddenly shakes the sound system, the entrance of "Unorthodox Manifesto". 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.Keri Thames: Weighing in at 245lbs and standing 6’2, he is the self proclaimed “Next One”... 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.Keri Thames: Calvin... Lee! 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. Calvin Lee leaps down from the turnbuckle and prepares for his match.Matthew Werner: Calvin Lee is looking pretty confident here tonight as he gets ready to face Trace Demon. Matt Steel: This match is all because Trace doesn’t like the way King Kraig is running things. Kraig will want Lee to really teach The King of Demons what happens when you cross the boss. Keri Thames: And his opponent... The opening chords of ‘Destabilise hit the speakers as the lights in the arena turn off, crimson spotlights shining down around the arena. As the bass hits all of the spotlights combine on the rampway where Trace Demon walks out onto the stage, his face obscured by a hood.Keri Thames: From Ontario, Canada, weighing in at 220lbs and standing 6’4, he is the King of Demons... Trace walks out onto the ramp before holding out his arm, his fingers pointed like a gun at his opponent. His other hand grasps the hood as he simultaneously pulls the hood down and throws his hands up, mouthing “Boom” as a huge wall of flame shoots up from the stage and the lights turn back on.Keri Thames: Please welcome... Trace... Demon! Trace stands on the ramp, staring intently at his opponent before slowly making his way to the ring, ignoring the fans who attempt to touch the King of Demons. He stops at the foot of the ring before leaping up onto the apron, entering the ring between the top and middle rope. Ascending the top rope Trace points out at the fans before leaping off of the turnbuckles and standing toe to toe with his opponent.Matthew Werner: Trace Demon has been very vocal in his distaste of King Kraig and anyone who associates with him, including our own WFWF World Champion EBR. Matt Steel: Trace has never had any problems with making big name enemies here in the WFWF. In fact, he seems to thrive on it. Matthew Werner: This isn’t the first time that these two men have clashed, they’ve got quite the history behind them. Matt Steel: They’ve met in that ring before both here in the WFWF and over in the XWA. The last time they met was Calvin Lee’s last appearance in the company that he made his name so there’s definitely going to be some heat between these two men. As Trace Demon and Calvin Lee square up to each other the referee pushes them apart and begins going over the rules. Neither man seems to be listening, simply staring at each other intently as the referee continues. He takes a few steps back and signals for the bell as this one officially gets underway. Both men initially back away and begin circling each other before going in for the lockup. Both men try to gain the advantage but it’s tight, neither wanting to give an inch. Suddenly Trace comes out on top, manoeuvring into a side headlock. Lee manages to push him away and they return to the lockup, this time Calvin coming out on top with the side headlock. Trace lifts Calvin up and he flips over behind Trace and managing to land on his feet, Trace turning just to be met by a standing dropkick right to the jaw.Matthew Werner: Some great action to kick the match off as both men show their technical prowess. Matt Steel: This match promises to be a tight affair, both men are terrific all round competitors and it may come down to just one or two moves that make the difference. With Trace grounded Calvin Lee looks to capitalise, grabbing hold of Trace’s leg, extending it before drilling his boot right into the knee. Trace reacts painfully as Lee bends down to grab the leg again. This time Trace counters, driving his free leg into the side of Calvin’s skull. Lee is rocked by the sudden blow and this gives Trace enough time to get onto his feet as he ducks under a clothesline and connects with a standing dropkick of his own. The blow connects with Lee’s chest and the self proclaimed “Next One” falls backwards into the turnbuckle. Trace charges at Lee but he ducks down, flipping Trace over the top rope.Matthew Werner: A superb counter by Calvin Lee there... Trace manages to land safely on the ring apron and blocks a right hand by Calvin Lee, unloading with one of his own which sends Lee stumbling backwards. Trace ascends the turnbuckle and as Lee turns around he is met by Trace Demon who flies off of the top turnbuckle with a diving crossbody. The move connects and Trace quickly turns it into a pinfall...
ONE!
TWO!
KICK OUT!Matthew Werner: But Trace fires back, he’s going up high... he hits the crossbody! Matt Steel: Calvin Lee manages to realise what’s going on quick enough to kick out, that could have been a very bad moment for Lee. Trace doesn’t waste a moment as he gets to his feet, pulling Lee up with him. Trace proceeds to Irish whip Lee towards the ropes and on the return journey ducks down, looking to flip Lee over, but Calvin Lee manages to stop himself, directing a kick straight at Trace’s shoulder. Trace staggers backwards as Lee capitalises, unleashing with a series of forearm blows to the side of Trace’s skull before whipping him into the ropes. As Trace rebounds back Lee is ready, wrapping his arms around Trace’s head and neck, sliding behind him and forcefully locking in a sleeper hold.Matthew Werner: Calvin Lee fights back and is now working some old school offence against the King of Demons with that sleeper hold. Matt Steel: It may not be as flashy as some of the offence we see nowadays but a sleeper is more than capable of getting the job done. Matt Steel speaks the truth as Calvin Lee’s grip gets tighter, the sleeper firmly locked in on Trace Demon, a self processed submission master. Trace still has plenty of life in him and he’s working hard to try and break the grip. Lee’s hands aren’t budging however and the sleeper remains. He next tries reaching the ropes but they’re too far away and any attempt at moving Lee is halted very quickly, Lee’s feet planted firmly in the centre of the ring. Taking a different approach Trace drops down to one knee and jerks forward so suddenly that Lee isn’t prepared for it and he’s sent flipping over Trace onto the mat, the sleeper broken.Matthew Werner: Calvin Lee has the sleeper firmly locked in... but Trace Demon escapes it with a great counter! Matt Steel: Trace Demon could see what he was trying wasn’t working, so he had to get innovative and it worked for him. Both Trace and Lee are on their feet immediately, exchanging right hands as both look to get back in the offensive driving seat. Trace mixes things up with a stiff martial arts style kick to the side of Lee’s leg that does the job, stunning Lee long enough for Trace to unleash with a barrage of punches and kicks that leave Lee wondering where exactly he is. Trace proceeds to grab Lee, lifting Lee’s arm up over Trace’s head, and hitting an incredibly swift snap suplex before going for the pinfall...
ONE!
TWO!
KICK OUT!Matthew Werner: Trace Demon looking for the quick victory but Calvin Lee still has far too much left in the tank. Matt Steel: He still has the advantage though and he’ll be looking to capitalise on that. Trace Demon gets onto his feet, his mind working overtime on working out his next move. He quickly grabs Lee, yanking him unceremoniously onto his feet before sending him straight back down into a sitting position with a snapmare takedown. Trace keeps hold of Lee wrenching his arms behind his back and driving his knee into the spine. Trace continues pulling back on the arms inflicting more damage to the spine of Calvin Lee who has no way out of this punishing submission hold.Matthew Werner: Trace Demon working hard to keep this match on his terms. Matt Steel: He’s in his comfort zone when his opponent is grounded and he’s working away at a body part. His entire strategy is to lead up to either the Demonstration of Hell or one of his numerous submission holds. Inside the ring Trace isn’t letting up as the referee asks Calvin Lee is he wants to quit. Lee refuses in very strong terms and begins trying to push up out of the move, initially with no success. Trace tries putting more pressure on the spine but the more he does so the more motivated Lee seems to get to break out of the hold. Planting his feet firmly on the mat he puts all his weight down, using everything he’s got to push both men off of the mat. Trace is forced to follow if he wants any hope of keeping the clinch in but it’s no use as Lee swings them around, breaking the hold, and delivers a kick to the gut followed by a big DDT.Matthew Werner: Calvin Lee does well to escape the submission and... he connects with a DDT! What an impact from that move. Matt Steel: Trace Demon is definitely feeling the effects of that one. Trace grasps his neck after the awkward landing from the DDT but Calvin Lee doesn’t intend to give him any time to recover as he begins putting the boots into the downed Trace Demon. Lee pulls Demon onto his feet before whipping him into the corner. Lee charges at him but Trace manages to get a boot up, knocking Lee for a loop as he staggers away back first from Trace. The King of Demons sees his opportunity as he makes a quick move, grabbing Lee from behind and lifting him up with a German suplex! Lee is sent flying backwards, colliding with the turnbuckle pad and collapsing to the floor.Matthew Werner: A resilient Trace Demon fights back against Calvin Lee, connecting with a huge German suplex. Matt Steel: I think most of the damage was done thanks to that turnbuckle Werner. With Calvin Lee propped up in a sitting position against the turnbuckles Trace takes a few steps back, both catching his breath and measuring up the situation. Originally it looks like he is about to charge at Lee but he second guesses that idea, instead looking to capitalise on Lee’s groggy state. Grabbing Lee’s right arm Trace wraps it up in the ring rope. Lee is completely unaware of what’s going on until Trace stamps down on Lee’s arm with ferocity, sparking Lee into life again. Despite this his arm is still trapped in the ring ropes and as good as one arm is it isn’t enough to push Trace away as he proceeds to stand on the arm, using the top rope to put all his weight down on the limb.Matthew Werner: This is the kind of ruthlessness that has helped Trace Demon win titles here in the WFWF, working away at that limb in whatever way he can. Matt Steel: He’s using what brought him to the dance in the first place. Trace Demon continues to put pressure down on Lee’s arm as the referee pulls him away, warning him that actions like that will get him disqualified. Trace holds his hands up but obviously doesn’t care as he watches the referee help Calvin Lee free his arm. Lee gets onto his feet but is immediately pounced upon by Trace who smashes him into the corner and begins unloading with blows to his head and back as Lee guards against the worst of them. The referee is once again forced to get involved, breaking up the assault and getting Trace to back up into the opposite corner. Matthew Werner: Trace needs to watch himself if he doesn’t want to get disqualified here. Matt Steel: Trace has proven in the past that he can walk that fine line between viciously assaulting the opponent and just outright cheating, that’s exactly what we’re seeing here. With Trace Demon and Calvin Lee now both on their feet the two begin circling each other once again. Lee is clearly favouring his right arm as he tries to shake out the pain. Trace sees this and immediately goes in after the arm. Lee shoots out a kick to Trace’s knee that makes him back off but Trace soon dives in again. This time Lee isn’t as ready for him and all he can do is go in for a lock up of his own. The two both fight for leverage in the lock up but Lee’s arm lets him down as Trace quickly gains the upper hand with a side headlock. He proceeds to try and convert this into a side armbar but Lee fights him off, trying to whip him into the ropes. Trace reverses and sends Lee towards the ropes. Lee baseball slides under the bottom rope, escaping to the outside as he continues to try and get rid of the pain in his arm.Matthew Werner:[/color] Calvin Lee does well to get out of the ring and get some time to recover from the relentless offence of Trace Demon. Matt Steel: I don’t think it’s over yet... Inside the ring Trace runs towards the ropes and leaps through the top and middle rope, landing directly on Calvin Lee with both men crashing to the ground!Matt Steel: Suicide dive! Matthew Werner: Trace Demon just will not give Calvin Lee a second to recuperate. ONE!
With both men down on the outside the referee has no choice but to begin his ten count. Trace Demon slowly makes his way onto his feet and looks to pull Calvin Lee up only for Lee to fight back with a punch to Trace’s gut. A second punch follows and Trace is forced to relinquish his grip as Lee gets to his feet.
TWO!
Grabbing Trace by the back of the head Lee looks to get back into the driver’s seat as he sends Trace face first onto the ring apron, before throwing him straight into the ring steps, Trace’s back colliding with the steel.Matthew Werner: Calvin Lee is back on the offensive as he sends Trace crashing into the ring steps. Matt Steel: Calvin Lee definitely has a mean streak of his own and with the hatred between these two men I don’t see this match sprawling outside the ring to be a good thing for either of them. THREE!
Calvin Lee drives a boot into the ribs of the downed Trace Demon, who is still feeling the effects of hitting the ring steps. A second boot follows but this time Trace grabs Lee’s foot and with a quick lurch pulls Lee downwards, his jaw smashing into the top of the steps. Trace quickly crawls away using the moment to catch his breath while Calvin Lee holds his jaw, in agony after the sudden impact.
FOUR!
The count continues as both men try and shake off the recent exchange. Calvin Lee uses the steps to pull himself onto his feet while Trace Demon has done the same with the announce table. As Lee goes after Trace he is caught off guard by Trace who quickly grabs Lee as he moves and slams him head first onto the announce table. Trace follows up by ramming Lee back first into the ring apron before rolling him back into the ring, following quickly after.Matthew Werner: Trace Demon getting the better of the exchange on the outside but both men still took some considerable damage. Matt Steel: You can’t leave the ring and expect things to go swimmingly, that just isn’t how this business works. With both men inside the ring Trace Demon quickly goes on the offensive, dropping a knee down upon the right arm of Calvin Lee, which has quickly become his target in this match. A second knee follows before Trace tries going for an armbar, only for Lee to throw a kick up at Trace’s shoulder, stunning him and giving Calvin Lee enough time to roll over onto his knees and tackle Trace Demon to the ground before unloading with a series of punches. Trace gets a guard up, blocking the worst of them before he uses his knees to push Lee off of him, both men getting onto their feet and locking up yet again.Matthew Werner: These two are so evenly matched that just when you think one of them has the advantage the other one immediately counters. Matt Steel: It’s certainly back and forth but one of them needs to find some way to do that extra damage if they want to walk away with a win here tonight. This time Calvin gets the initial upper hand, transitioning into a side headlock. Trace quickly pushes him away as they return to their original lockup. Despite Calvin’s arm he holds his own but Trace wins out, driving a knee into the ribs of Calvin Lee before hooking his arm and lifting him up apparently looking for a suplex. In one sudden movement Trace drops Lee down into a powerbomb position, slamming him to the mat back first, shoulders down for the pinfall...
ONE!
TWO!
KICK OUT!Matthew Werner: Trace Demon going for the suplex... no, it’s a powerbomb! Pinfall attempt by the King of Demons... Matt Steel: But it’s only a two count, Calvin Lee continuing to fight. Trace Demon is starting to get frustrated, hoping that he’d done enough to finish this. He gets up onto his feet and a plan starts to formulate. Pulling Lee up onto his feet Trace proceeds to grab the injured right arm, getting a firm clinch on it and twisting it behind Lee’s back. His next move is to plant his foot down on the back of Lee’s knee, forcing him into a kneeling position. Trace proceeds to place a foot either side of Lee while wrenching his arm backwards in a painful looking submission hold.Matthew Werner: We’ve seen Trace Demon work away at that arm throughout this match, has he done enough to ensure the submission victory? Matt Steel: I don’t know if it matters, this submission seems to be putting more than enough pressure on the arm to break it outright. Lee might have to tap if he doesn’t want to risk that arm. Calvin Lee tries to wriggle free, he tries to power out, he tries to find some counter to the modified armbar but he’s got nothing. Trace’s stance and grip makes it a near impossible task and the more he leans back the more pressure that is put on the arm. The referee asks Lee if he wants to quit but he’s resilient (or stubborn) and refuses. Lee tries pushing himself up but he can’t get a steady basis as Trace plants his foot down on the knee to stop any motion. And that’s when the fans start getting restless...Matthew Werner: Calvin Lee is in some considerable pain, I don’t think... wait, what is going on here? Matt Steel: King Kraig is on his way to the ring, probably just to get a first hand view. Matthew Werner: Yeah, I’m sure there’s nothing underhanded going on at all. Matt Steel: I’m glad you agree. Matthew Werner: That was sarcasm. Matt Steel: Well it’s really hard to tell sometimes. As our announce team pointed out King Kraig is strutting down the ramp. From the ring Trace makes eye contact with him and doesn’t take his eyes off of his recent nemesis at all, his armbar still firmly locked in. Kraig walks up the ring steps onto the apron and climbs through the ropes into the ring. As Kraig steps into the ring Trace relinquishes the arm bar, Calvin Lee dropping to the mat, and begins shouting at Kraig to get out of here, warning him that he has no place in the ring. Kraig ignores him and begins speaking with the referee.Matthew Werner: Is he trying to get this match thrown out? Matt Steel: I’m sure it’s perfectly honest and above board. The referee shakes his head in refusal of whatever King Kraig just told him, clearly not happy with it. Kraig grabs him by the collar and screams at him to do it but Trace Demon steps in, pushing Kraig away and telling him to leave. Kraig refuses and Trace grabs before lobbing him over the top rope, Kraig crashing to the outside. Trace turns, nods at the referee and the referee acknowledges that this match will continue regardless of Kraig’s demands.Matt Steel: He can’t just put his hands on our owner! Matthew Werner: He already did Matt, and I don’t think he cares one bit. The lengthy distraction has given Calvin Lee time to recover and as Trace turns around he is dropped by a Stunner! Lee goes for the pinfall...
ONE!
TWO!
THR... KICK OUT!Matthew Werner: Calvin Lee thought he could get the drop on Trace Demon but the King of Demons isn’t about to let King Kraig cost him this match. Matt Steel: Come on Werner, even if he wins this match Kraig is going to fire his ass. Calvin Lee looks as if he can’t believe that Trace Demon managed to kick out after the Stunner. Lee proceeds to pull Trace onto his feet with his one good arm, driving a knee into his ribs before setting Trace up for the Wrist Clutch Burning Hammer. He goes for the lift but his arm gives out and Trace drops onto his feet, Lee grasping his arm. Capitalising Trace boots Calvin Lee in the gut before double under hooking the arms. The crowd go crazy as Trace lifts Calvin Lee up, flips him before bringing him down full force into a pinning position with the Demonstration of Hell.Matthew Werner: The Demonstration of Hell! Calvin Lee’s arm may have just cost him the match. ONE!Matt Steel: King Kraig is not going to be happy. TWO!Matthew Werner: This is it... THREE!Keri Thames: And your winner, the King of Demons... Trace... Demon! ‘Destabilise’ hits the speakers as Trace Demon pushes the unconscious Calvin Lee away and slowly gets onto his feet. The referee lifts his arm while on the outside King Kraig gets onto his feet, realising what just happened. Trace grins at Kraig and nods at him, telling him that he’s still coming after him.Matthew Werner: Here tonight Trace Demon has got one up on King Kraig and once again put down Calvin Lee. Matt Steel: There are going to be repercussions from this, and they are not going to be good for Trace Demon at all.[/center] |
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Post by sonstuds on Jun 4, 2011 15:13:39 GMT -5
Stacy Grey is walking backstage, and up walks Cameron Stone, who is still a bloody mess from his hardcore match with Justin Tyme, with broken glass still stuck in his arms and back, but nevertheless a huge ear to ear grin across his face. Stacy looks shocked, but raises her microphone, not wanting to miss this opportunity.
Stacy Grey: Cameron Stone! You've just been through hell and back, can I have your thoughts real quickly?
Cameron Stone: Damn right you can, I was going to steal your microphone if you weren't interested anyways. They say actions speak louder than words, but I prefer to use both, to get my message across even stronger. People scoffed at my promises of destruction for tonight, nobody took me seriously when I said hardcore was my game. Well, I think Justin Tyme takes me seriously now at the very least, don't you think?
Stacy Grey: Well I guess. . .
Cameron Stone: That was a rhetorical question, not me asking you to speak, shut your mouth and let me finish. If I didn't end Tyme's career tonight, I surely took at least a decade off of it, and for me, this was just another day in the park. This was nothing. I'm putting the WFWF on notice. I'm here, and I'm serious. If I don't win my matches, I'm going to damn sure hurt you in the loss. Nobosy will walk away unscathed. I'm bringing a little reign of terror to the WFWF called the Stone Age.
Cameron Stone goes to walk away, but at the last second, he moves back and grabs the microphone out of Stacy's hands.
Cameron Stone: By the way Tyme? I hope you enjoy that hospital room I set up for you, because you're going to be there a while.
We head to Keri Thames, standing in the ring.
Keri Thames: Ladies and Gentlemen, the following contest is a triple threat match, scheduled for one fall, and it is for the WFWF National Championship!
Re-Education (Through Labor) plays and Chris Jackal makes his way out to the ring. He wears a MMA T-Shirt to the ring as well. He stops on the stage and gets on one knee. He pounds his chest and extends his arms out. Blue and Red pyro blasts off. He gets up and high fives some fans before getting into the ring. He then climbs the top turn buckle and then pounds on his chest before extending his arms out.
Keri Thames: Making his way to the ring first, hailing from Buffalo, New York and weighing in tonight at two hundred and thirty five pounds; Chris Jackal!
Matthew Werner: As you can see, Jackal is still favoring that ankle.
Matt Steel: He’s lucky he’s still able to favor anything at all, seeing as AJ King nearly ran him over with a truck.
AJ's music hits and fog surrounds the entrance area, like Edge's entrance. The lights dim, and you see AJ standing with his back to the audience with his arms out in a Raven-esque taunt. When the first words are said in the song, AJ turns and gold sparks fall from the ceiling as he stays in his taunt. He continues to walk down the aisle, completely ignoring the fan. He's too good for them. When he steps onto the ring apron, he stares right at Jackal before turning and performing his taunt to the fans. Climbing into the ring, he locks eye with Jackal again.
Keri Thames: And his opponents, first, hailing from Miami, Florida and weighing in tonight at two hundred and thirty five pounds; AJ King!
Matthew Werner: These two men have been at each other’s throat for weeks, and it is about to come to a head here tonight.
Matt Steel: But they have to worry about the odd man out Matthew, and that man, is Hutton Brown.
“Impossible” by Manafest plays throughout the sold out MGM Grand Garden Arena as Hutton Brown steps out onto the stage. Bringing up his right hand to shield his eyes from the lights of the Grand Garden, Brown surveys the audience in attendance tonight before walking towards the ring with an air of confidence about him. Neither Jackal nor King turn toward The Rated X Superstar as he charges forward and slides in under the bottom rope, not do they seem to have any idea he’s even there as his music cuts.
Keri Thames: And last, hailing from Manhattan, New York and weighing in tonight at two hundred and twenty five pounds; The Rated X Superstar, Hutton Brown!
Matt Steel: That man right there is my odds on favorite to win this thing Matthew, let’s just put that on the record right now.
Matthew Werner: He certainly seems confident going into a match where he doesn’t have to be involved in the decision to lose.
Brown’s confidence is lost quickly however, as the bell rings; for as Chris Jackal moves straight for AJ King, Wrestling Royalty quickly stops him. With a devious glance at Brown, King quickly makes a charade of explaining a simple plan for them to have the match they intended. Jackal seems to reluctantly agree with King and the two turn to face Hutton, The Rated X Superstar taking a few steps back. The former XWA Heavyweight Champion doesn’t cower in the face of two opponents however, Brown instead lunging forward with a flurry of right hands against both foes.
Matthew Werner: It looks like Jackal and King may have pushed aside their blood feud to go after Hutton Brown.
Matt Steel: But Hutton isn’t going to take crap from anyone! He’s taking it to both of them!
To his credit, Hutton gives Jackal and King a thorough roughing before they finally manage to overwhelm him with the numbers advantage; King hitting Brown in the back of the head with a stiff forearm strike. With Jackal recovering from the last right hand he’d taken, King begins to go to work immediately on his downed opponent. AJ stomps away on Hutton and Jackal comes to join him shortly, Chris shoving Wrestling Royalty aside first rather than stomping on Brown simultaneously with King. AJ scowls but allows Chris another half dozen stomps before he pulls Jackal away and brings Hutton back to his feet.
Matthew Werner: Jackal and King are just picking Hutton apart here.
Matt Steel: There alliance is shaky, it won’t last long.
Thrusting Brown into a near corner, King begins to unload on him with a strong series of right hands; Chris Jackal stepping up and “relieving” AJ as he shoves him aside. The man he’d actually been named the Number One Contender to the National Championship steps in and lights Brown’s chest ablaze with a string of knife edge chops, Hutton howling in pain as his chest turns a deep shade of red. As Chris lands the fifth AJ steps in and shoves him away, King sending Brown across the ring to the far corner with an Irish whip; Wrestling Royalty primed and ready as The Rated X Messiah staggers back out of the corner. Leaping ahead, King drives Brown into the canvas with a bulldog.
Matthew Werner: So much for our triple threat match. May as well just call it a handicap.
Matt Steel: It’s a sound strategy Werner, regardless of whether you approve of it or not.
Hutton slowly pulls himself back to his feet without the knowledge that Chris Jackal lies in wait, Jackal forgoing his still injured ankle as he dashes forward and catches Brown with an enzuigiri. Wrestling Royalty steps up as Hutton rocks back and forth on his feet, King scooping Hutton up onto his shoulders before stepping to center ring and dropping The Rated X Messiah to the canvas with a Samoan drop. And with Chris Jackal rising slowly on his bad ankle, his back to his opponents, AJ King smiles villainously and quickly covers Brown for the pin.
ONE!
TWO!
Jackal beaks up the pin right after two!
Matthew Werner: AJ King just nearly stole the National Championship right out from under Chris Jackal!
Matt Steel: You’ve got to do what you’ve got to do to win Matthew. It isn’t always pretty.
Jackal moves in quickly whilst King returns to his feet, Hutton rolling out of the ring as his two opponents begin to do battle. Jackal aims for a clothesline but finds nothing but air, AJ coming around just a hair faster and diving forward with a chop block. Chris’s knee gives out and he falls to the canvas, Jackal becoming quick prey for Wrestling Royalty as he quickly begins to target the injured ankle with a procession of powerful stomps. Chris howls out in agony with each stomp, but is ultimately unable to pull himself away from King to prevent further destruction of his injured joint.
Matthew Werner: Like a shark smelling blood in the water, AJ King is going right after that injured ankle.
Matt Steel: Are you surprised Matthew? He caused that injury and all, so why wouldn’t he target it?
Not completely satisfied by the damage done nor the damaged caused by his stomps, AJ King drops to the canvas and rolls out of the ring; Wrestling Royalty landing on his feet and reaching back inside to grasp Jackal by the ankle. Chris tries to kick at his foe but finds his foot hitting the ropes rather than King as he is dragged to the near corner; AJ maintaining his grip on the ankle as he lines up Jackal’s leg. Pulling it away from the corner post, King throws it back with all his might; the named Number One Contender to the National Championship howling in unimaginable pain as his ankle crashes into the steel. The referee admonishes King for his viciousness but can do very little as King pulls the ankle away and drives it into the steel ring post a second time.
Matthew Werner: Good grief, if that ankle wasn’t already broken it has to be now!
Matt Steel: That was a little sick; even I have to agree with you there.
Jackal manages to pull himself away from the corner as King shouts back at the official this time, AJ smiling as he returns to the confines of the squared circle. Like a missile locked on target, Wrestling Royalty goes right back after Chris Jackal; Jackal trying his best to cover the ankle and remove it as a viable target. Sadly for him that doesn’t happen as AJ drives a vicious kick into his ribs before going straight for the ankle lock, Jackal howling in agony as he scrambles for the ropes. But King has it locked in and Jackal flails in the middle of the ring, the chances of Chris Jackal not tapping out growing slimmer by the moment.
Matthew Werner: And here we go, Ankle Lock! How long can Chris Jackal hold on after all the punishment his ankle has taken?
Matt Steel: The guy had better quit Werner. The longer that injured ankle is in that ankle lock, the more damage and greater the chance of permanent injury. This match may be for the National Championship, but you have to put your career before your pride sometimes.
Unable to both drag himself to the ropes and withstand the pain; Chris Jackal grimaces between howls of pain as he brings his right hand down toward the canvas to tap out. Just before his hand is able to strike the mat however, the pain in his ankle suddenly subsides slightly as he feels King’s grip go slack and fall away. Not concerned with the reason behind it, Jackal rolls quickly away without a second thought; when in reality, he should have at least taken a glance at the situation. For Hutton Brown had stepped up behind King and cold cocked him in the back of the head with a vicious forearm strike.
Matt Steel: Oh damn!
Matthew Werner: Forearm to the back of the head! Where the hell did Brown come from?!
Knocked near instantly unconscious by the strike, it had been a wonder how AJ had remained standing; King rocking uncertainly back and forth until The Rated X Superstar had made his next move. Overhooking King’s arms and quickly completing the turn, Hutton Brown dropped Wrestling Royalty to the canvas with Blacklight. The referee is on top of the situation the moment Hutton manages to roll King over and hook the leg.
ONE!
Matthew Werner: Blacklight! He got him!
TWO!
Matt Steel: I called Hutton from the start! You heard it Werner!
THREE!
Keri Thames: Ladies and Gentlemen, here is your winner and the NEW WFWF National Champion, Hutton Brown!
“Impossible” hits once again as Brown rolls off King, the referee handing Hutton the National Championship before hoisting his arm high into the air. The Rated X Messiah stares happily at the gold before crossing to the far corner and climbing to the top rope, thrusting the WFWF National Championship into the air with both hands.
Matthew Werner: And here tonight, at Attack of the Little Green Men 2, in 3D, Hutton Brown has won the National Championship!
Matt Steel: I’m calling it right now. This is only the first in a long list of WFWF championships that Hutton is going to win!
Matthew Werner: [/color] You may be right. Anywhoo, time to get on to our next match. Matt Steel:[/color] Oh great, this night just doesn’t seem to want to end. Matthew Werner:[/color] Well anyways, up next we have a WFWF Hall of Famer returning to action, well kind of, taking on one of WFWF’s fastest rising stars. After Mr. Chicken Nugget was revealed to be none other than “The Movie Man” Johnny Michaels by Ace Bennett, this match seemed like it would be inevitable. Now Ace is looking to make a name for himself at the expense of the Hall of Famer in this huge match! Matt Steel:[/color] Well if you put it that way, I’ll keep watching. I suppose. The opening of Becoming the Bull hits the loudspeaker and Ace Bennett makes his way to the entrance way, standing on the ramp. As the drums come in, Ace begins to pound his chest in sync with the drums. When the guitar riff hits, Ace screams to the crowd and pumps them up, jumping up and down and pounding his chest, to the delight of the crowd. Ace slides under the bottom rope and a look of sheer focus comes over his face as he mentally prepares himself for his match.[/color] Keri Thames:[/color] Making his way to the ring, from Syracuse, New York, he is, Ace Bennett! Matthew Werner:[/color] Ace looks to be ready for this match, perhaps one of the biggest of his career. Matt Steel:[/color] He better be, Johnny Michaels is no chicken. Well, not anymore anyways. The arena lights dim as the big screen displays a black and white movie style countdown running from 3 to 1 before “Won’t Let Go” by InMe hits the sound system and a small amount of white pyro explodes in the entrance way. Seconds after the pyro ends 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 signaling 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 their 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.[/color] Keri Thames:[/color] And his opponent, from a place that his bio doesn’t mention, Johnny “The Movie Man” Michaels Matthew Werner:[/color] Johnny seems to be in good form for this match tonight. Ace Bennett is going to have his hands full. Matt Steel:[/color] I don’t know, Ace Bennett has been on quite a roll. Matthew Werner:[/color] I’m surprised you even knew that. The bell rings and Michaels and Bennett get off to a quick start, tying up. Bennett has the slight power advantage, and he pushes Michaels towards the turnbuckle. However, he is forced to let go after not being able to hit any moves in and the start of a count by the ref. Michaels tries to go for another tie up, only for Bennett to duck under and hit a barrage of kicks to the knees of Michaels, causing echoing thuds to ring through the arena. Michaels is able to pound Ace’s chest with a fierce knife edged chop, which sends him back a bit.[/color] Matthew Werner:[/color] Both men proving not to be pushovers in the opening minutes of the match. Matt Steel:[/color] Things are just getting started. Michaels, seeing an opening, charges at Bennett, and hits him in the chest with a dropkick, that knocks Bennett onto his back. Michaels plays to the crowd before getting up and pounding on Ace a bit with his boots before picking him up again. However, Bennett is able to quickly snap out of his daze and hit another sick combination of kicks, before jumping up and hitting a dropkick of his own to the chest of Michaels.[/color] Matt Steel:[/color] How unoriginal. Matthew Werner:[/color] Michaels and Bennett going move for move here. Looks like things are just getting started here. Seeing his opportunity, Ace rolls on the matt, and executes the Salt City Spiral, knocking all of the wind out of Michaels’ lungs. Michaels rolls over on his back, holding his ribs in pain. Bennett wraps Michaels’ legs around his and started hitting the already hurt ribs of “The Movie Man” until he brought his hands around. Ace grabbed Johnny’s wrists and then pulled back, executing a Mexican Surfboard, or as Ace likes to call it the Curse of Apollo.[/color] Matthew Werner:[/color] Nicely executed offense there from better. Matt Steel:[/color] Eh, I’ve seen better. Michaels cries out in pain as Bennett torques his back further and further back, stretching him out. However, Bennett loses his grip on the hold, freeing one of Michaels’ arms. He uses that arm to nail Ace in the side of the temple with some stiff elbow shots, causing him to release the hold completely. Ace, dazed from the elbow, rolls over onto his back. Michaels takes the chance and wraps his legs around Ace’s, and in a manner very similar to Ace, grabs his arm and yanks backward, looking in a Mexican Surfboard of his own.[/color] Matthew Werner:[/color] And Michaels shows Bennett how that hold is truly done. Bennett however is able to power out of the move before too long, but not before some damage is done. Bennett, who is slow to get up, is met by a kick to the gut from Michaels. He takes the head of Bennett and drives down, planting the Streak Destroyer with a vicious DDT. Michaels seems to want to end the match and goes for the cover on the downed Bennett.[/color] … 1[/color] … … 2[/color] … Kickout by Bennett. Michaels seems slightly surprised from the resiliency of the young Bennett, but that doesn’t stop him from continuing his onslaught of moves. With Bennett down, Michaels taunts to the crowd a little bit, who pop as he makes his way towards the turnbuckle.[/color] Matthew Werner:[/color] Gotta wonder what Michaels has planned for Bennett now. Matt Steel:[/color] Probably some sort of high flying move. Idiot. Michaels indeed had a high flying move planned for Bennett. He jumps up and executes a perfect Moonsault on Bennett. The only problem was that Ace was able to get his knees up, hitting the already hurt ribs of Michaels. Michaels bounces off of the knees of Bennett and rolls off of him. Bennett covers the injured Michaels to see if he can get the victory.[/color] … 1[/color] … … 2[/color] … Kickout by Michaels.[/color] Matthew Werner:[/color] Close call there for the Hall of Famer. With Michaels down, Bennett is able to recover a bit from the DDT he had received earlier. He gets to his feet and stares out to the crowd. He pumps them up a bit before Michaels begins to stir. Michaels gets to his knees, and Bennett begins to charge. Going for the Orange Glow Shining Wizard, Bennett swings his leg towards Michaels’ head with full force. Michaels is able to duck though, and hit a Enzuiguri on the back of the head of Bennett. This time he is able to quickly go for the cover.[/color] … 1[/color] … … 2[/color] … Another Kickout by Bennett.[/color] Matt Steel:[/color] Oh come on! Won’t this match just end already! Matthew Werner:[/color] Why would you want such a good match to end? Matt Steel:[/color] Why are you such a tool? Back in control of the match, Michaels once again takes to the top ropes. He plays to the crowd a bit as he waits for Bennett to make it back to his feet, afraid to see if Bennett is in fact playing possum again. Ace gets up and Michaels jumps off the top turnbuckle, doing a front flip and landing in a seated position on Ace’s shoulders. Michaels forces all of his weight back, finally finishing the Dragonrana that he executed on Bennett. Bennett’s skull impales the mat as Michaels once again goes for the pin.[/color] Matthew Werner:[/color] I don’t know how much more Bennett will be able to take of this. Matt Steel:[/color] Hopefully not much more…. … 1[/color] … … 2[/color] … Another kickout by Bennett! Michaels is getting increasingly frustrated as he pounds the mat with his fists. Michaels picks up the nearly limp Bennett. He punches him in the face a couple of times, which once again brings him to his knees. Michaels takes Bennett’s arm and puts it over his shoulder, to get leverage to nail a Uranage Slam. Michaels then locks in the Anaconda Vice on Bennett![/color] Matthew Werner:[/color] Oh no, Director’s Cut from Johnny Michaels. I don’t think Bennett is going to be able withstand this. Matt Steel:[/color] Good, we can move on. Bennett screams in agony as he looks for any way to reverse the hold, but to no avail. Michaels applies more and more pressure, causing Bennett to scream even louder. However, whenever the referee asks Bennett to tap out, he refuses. Ace begins to wriggle towards the bottom rope that is close to him. However, Michaels notices this and pulls him further away.[/color] Matt Steel:[/color] Just tap out already! Matthew Werner:[/color] What a showcase of resiliency here by Bennett. Bennett, now back in the middle of the ring continues to scream out no as the ref asks him to give up. He starts to move closer and closer, and does not allow Michaels to pull him back this time. Reaching with his feet, Bennett is finally able to reach the bottom rope, forcing Michaels to break his hold.[/color] Matthew Werner:[/color] And the match continues! Matt Steel:[/color] Yay…. Bennett, who was clearly affected by the time spent in the hold, remains down. A furious Michaels once again taunts to the crowd, before heading towards Bennett again. Caught off guard, Michaels is rolled up into a small package by Bennett.[/color] … 1[/color] … … 2[/color] … Kickout by Michaels. Bennett gets to his feet now, as Michaels charges at him. Bennett ducks the overzealous Michaels, and hits a Spinning Backfist to the dome piece of Michaels. Michaels crumples to the mat as Ace now looks to have the upper hand. Ace signals that the end is near as he picks Michaels up and throws him at the turnbuckle.[/color] Matthew Werner:[/color] Looks like the Syracuse Drop is imminent here. Bennett takes Michaels and puts him backwards on the top turnbuckle. Ace jumps up, wrapping his legs around Michaels head, and leans back. Michaels head bounces off of the mat as he lay limp face down in the center of the ring.[/color] Matthew Werner:[/color] Oh my god! Bennett just killed Michaels with that! Matt Steel:[/color] Now pin him! Instead of listening to Steel, Bennett wraps his legs around Michaels, but this time facing the opposite direction. Bridging backwards, Bennett takes Michaels head and pulls up, locking in the Syracuse Lock.[/color] Matthew Werner:[/color] This isn’t looking good for Michaels. Pushing further and further back, Michaels has nowhere to go. In the center of the ring with so much torque on his neck, the Hall of Famer has no choice but to tap out and succumb to the up and comer Bennett.[/color] Keri Thames:[/color] Your winner of the match, Ace Bennett! Becoming the Bull blasts through the arena as Ace Bennett celebrates his upset of a WFWF Hall of Famer. He goes onto each turnbuckle and screams to the crowd as he pounds his chest. After he gets down from the final turnbuckle, Michaels finally begins to stir. Ace gives Michaels a hand, allowing him to get up.[/color] Matt Steel:[/color] This could be interesting. With both men up in the middle of the ring, standing face to face, the crowd chants “That was awesome.” Bennett looks out to the crowd and then back to Michaels. He offers out a hand, which Michaels accepts. Michaels brings Ace in for a hug as the crowd cheer for the two competitors. Michaels raises Ace’s hand once more before walking to the back and allowing Ace to celebrate in the ring with the crowd for a bit longer.[/color][/center] |
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Post by sonstuds on Jun 4, 2011 15:14:15 GMT -5
We cut back to ringside. Ring crew have a wheel barrow full of cinder blocks at ringside, a shark cage is in the ring with light tubes between the bars, light tubes line the ropes. The ring crew start unloading the cinder blocks, making a block pallet in the corner of the ring opposite the shark cage.
Matthew Werner: We can only assume that the next match is going to be Phillip Schneider versus Johnny Knight.
Matt Steel: Or a dramatic recreation of "JAWS".
Matthew Werner: Judging by the props being brought to ringside, that may be slightly less graphic...
Two more ring crew members carefully carry a table to the ring adorned with razor blades, stuck to the table in a small piece of white foam. The crowd gasps a little bit as the crew play a balancing act and try to not cut themselves. Shortly behind them, another man follows, carrying a small white cardboard box.
Matt Steel: So guys, this is your Pay Per View time...
Matthew Werner: What do you expect? Schneider wouldn’t tell anyone the stipulations until match time... This is the first anyone’s seeing of these weapons...
Matt Steel: You’re telling me Schneider’s been hiding a shark cage and a razor blade table backstage all night?
Matthew Werner: I’ve been out here with you! How am I supposed to know what he’s been doing!?
With the gimmicks all seemingly set, the timekeeper rings the bell three times, and Keri Thames takes her place in the center of the ring to make the introductions.
Keri Thames: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is an "I Respect You" match!
With that, the lights dim. The opening strings of "Awake and Alive" by Skillet fill the arena, causing a few fans to jump to their feet, and the others to turn toward the stage. As the guitar start pumping, Johnny Knight moves through the curtain, stopping at the top of the ramp to look out across the crowd, but more importantly, across the weapons. He has a horrified look on his face, realizing exactly what he‘s got himself into, walking down the ramp the ramp like a man walking to the guillotine, nervously slapping hands with fans on each side.
Keri Thames: Making his way to the ring first; He weighs in at 223 lbs., hailing from Cleveland, Ohio... Johnny Knight!
Reaching the ring, he grabs the middle rope, pulling himself onto the apron. Light tubes move and jangle like a demented wind chime. He lays flat to the ring apron and rolls under the bottom rope, careful to not hit any of the light tubes hanging on the ropes.
Matthew Werner: One has to wonder why Knight went into the ring on that side, when the other three sides have nothing hanging on the ropes.
Matt Steel: He’s intellectually- disabled?
Matthew Werner: I’d think you’d be cheering for Knight, with your dislike of Schneider.
Matt Steel: I "dislike" Schneider, but I’m not going to question his intelligence.
Matthew Werner: Because you don’t want to get cut.
He walks to the corner, stepping onto the middle rope. Looking out with a sly smile, he raises one arm. He steps down, nodding in appreciation to the crowd. He turns to the stage, waiting for his opponent. Knight’s music cuts off, but the lights don’t return. In fact, the spot lights that allowed for Knight’s entrance dim too. The laughter from the doll from Saw is heard. The big screen turns to static. But the static turns to a picture. It’s a doll. A mannequin. It’s dressed like a hobo.
Matthew Werner: This is all oddly familiar.
The mannequin speaks, but the voice is clearly distorted.
Mannequin: Johnny. For the last few weeks, you’ve ranted and raved about respect. About how you deserve respect. About how no one gives you respect. But in doing so, you didn’t think of the people you disrespected. You didn’t think of the lives you’ve effected for the last month. How Trace Demon had to wrestle out of his element in weapons. Thunder wrestling you when he had been absent for several weeks. And the many other people you’ve disrespected, all to get the respect of Phillip Schneider.
Matt Steel: I don’t like where this is going.
Matthew Werner: Let the puppet speak.
Mannequin: Tonight, you have the opportunity to gain the respect that you seek. Before you are many implements of destruction. Light tubes, a cage, razors, blocks.. Each of these items represents one of the people who’s lives you’ve effected in the last month in your rouge mission for respect. To gain the respect that you desire, you will have to sacrifice your flesh on each and every one of these items. Live or die, Johnny. Make your choice.
The evil laughter is heard once more as the lights come back up. Johnny Knight looks at the items around him. But he fails to realize he’s no longer alone. In the darkness, Phillip Schneider has made his way into the ring. He peels off his hoody, throwing it to the empty corner on the hard cam side that right angles the blocks and the cage. Knight is completely oblivious. Schneider signals for the bell. Out of fear, the referee does so as well. Knight is utterly confused, but his confusion is short lived, as Schneider grabs him by the head and throws him right through the ropes, right through the light tubes, and to the floor. Glass and white powder fly everywhere as Knight takes a spill to the floor. Immediately, his forehead and neck are pouring blood.
Ding! Ding! Ding!
Matthew Werner: And this match is under way.
Matt Steel: Can we even call this a match? The puppet made this sound like we’re about to see the first murder in WFWF history...
Matthew Werner: Not true. There was the thing with Tha CBT.
Matt Steel: But Pierce Deville at least had the decency to not do it in the ring!
Matthew Werner: We’re on Pay Per View. Maybe if we become a snuff production, we’ll sell more shows...
Schneider creeps across the ring. He grabs a light tube and smashes it on the blocks. Johnny Knight rises to his feet and Schneider throws the jagged broken end of the tube at him. The tube hits Knight and sticks right in his shoulder. Knight does an overly dramatic fall to his knees, hysterically trying to reach behind his back to remove the skewering tube.
Matthew Werner: Ever have an itch you just can’t reach?
Matt Steel: That’s not funny! Schneider attacked the man when he wasn’t looking and he’s clearly trying to maim him. This isn’t a wrestling match. It’s a slaughter.
Knight is able to unpuncture himself. His back is pouring blood. He foolishly rolls back into the ring. Schneider meets him with a light tube shot right between the eyes. Schneider pulls Knight to his feet with a handful of hair. Schneider slaps Knight across the face once hard, then hip tosses him onto the cinder block pallet.
Matt Steel: There is no good way to fall on concrete.
Matthew Werner: Wrestling fans, our ring has some give to it. It’s got some brace to it. But those are concrete blocks and dammit, they have no give what so ever.
Knight rises from the blocks, leaving a huge blood splotch where he was. Schneider’s got another light tube. He grabs Knight, leading him back to the blocks. He puts the light tube across Knight’s throat and gives him a Russian Leg Sweep onto the blocks, breaking the light tube across Knight’s throat in the process.
Matt Steel: He’s trying to kill the man. Someone call the police, he’s trying to kill the man. He’s trying to slit Johnny Knight’s throat.
Matthew Werner: But it’s wrestling. If you called police and said "there’s a fight going on and a guy’s in danger at the wrestling matches" they’d laugh at you and hang up. This is fake, remember?
Schneider sits up with a smirk on his face. He brushes his hair out of his eyes, brushing Johnny Knight’s blood through his flowing blonde locks. Schneider realizes this and enjoys it a bit, rubbing the rest of the blood on his cheek. Schneider makes his way across the ring, opening the door to the shark cage.
Matt Steel: And now it’s time for the shark cage.
Matthew Werner: The good news is, after that, Knight will only have one trap left. The bad news is, it’s the razor blade table...
Knight is to his feet, a bloody mess. His face is absolutely covered with blood and pouring blood down his chest. His back is soaked in blood, the blood smeared on the blocks quickly replaced with more blood streaming down his back. Knight takes a swing at Schneider. Schneider blocks it and knees Knight in the stomach. Schneider tries to throw Knight into the shark cage face first, but Knight is able to put on the breaks. Schneider lines up and runs, putting a big boot to Knight’s face and knocking him into the shark cage, a huge explosion of glass and dust submerging Knight to invisibility.
Matthew Werner: A Yakuza Kick into the shark cage and Johnny Knight has disappeared in the fog.
Matt Steel: He probably wishes he had disappeared, at this point.
As the dust settles, Knight is still in the cage. He sits a blood stained mess in a pile of glass. Schneider decides it’s time to rearrange the ring a bit. He carries the blocks one at a time to the center of the ring, lining them up exactly how they were in the corner in a pallet, but in the center of the ring. Most of the blocks are stained with Johnny Knight’s plasma.
Matthew Werner: That looks like a butcher block in the center of the ring.
Matt Steel: I could go for some veal right about now.
Matthew Werner: I’m swearing off red meat all together.
Knight is starting to crawl out of the shark cage. Schneider casually walks over to the cage and kicks the door right in Knight’s face. Schneider opens the door back up and grabs Knight. He drags him out of the cage, through all the broken light tube glass. Schneider puts Knight’s left foot back in the cage. He casually walks over and grabs a block. Knight starts to sit up and Schneider smashes the block into his stomach.
Matthew Werner: For the love of God kid, stay down and just hope he doesn’t kill you!
Matt Steel: I’m calling the police.
Schneider moves the door with his knee, so it’s almost closed on Knight’s leg. Schneider backs up a bit, then throws the block, slamming the door hard on Knight’s foot.
Matthew Werner: And that’s a broken ankle.. There’s no way it isn’t.
Matt Steel: When did you become a doctor?
Matthew Werner: I watch a lot of Dr. Who.
Schneider calls to Percy, who has made his way to ringside. Percy knows what he’s calling for and promptly hands it in, a small blue bucket with clear bottles in it.
Matt Steel: Water break?
Matthew Werner: Somehow I don’t think that’s water.
Schneider opens up a bottle of the clear fluid and sets it aside on the blocks. He grabs a second bottle, pulling the cap off and throwing it aside, and dumping the contents all over Johnny Knight. Knight scrambles to his feet letting out a primal scream, trying to get whatever just got thrown on him off of him.
Matt Steel: Oh Matt, do you smell that?
Matthew Werner: Yes. You’re disgusting.
Matt Steel: No, not that. The smell in the air... That’s rubbing alcohol. You know how bad that burns in wounds?
Schneider throws the rest of the bottle on Knight’s wounds, laughing a bit as Knight screams in agony. Schneider tosses the empty bottle to the outside. Knight drops to the mat to try to roll the rubbing alcohol off, foolishly rolling in broken glass to do so.
Matt Steel: Does that tell you how bad it burns to have that stuff in your cuts? He’d rather roll in broken glass, if that means getting it out of his wounds.
Schneider goes back to the blocks. He turns the bottle of rubbing alcohol upside down and empties the contents, dumping it all over the surface of the blocks, absolutely saturating the blocks and leaving a runny run stain from the blood left behind. Percy climbs into the ring with something small in his hand.
Matthew Werner: While this match is no disqualification, the referee needs to step in and get Percy out of there. It’s one on one.
Matt Steel: How do you know it’s one on one? Schneider made the rules. For all you know, Knight may have to pin Percy to win the match...
Schneider lifts Knight up, stuffing his head between his legs in a power bomb position. Schneider walks Knight over to the blocks, then nods his head. Percy leans over and flicks the lighter in his hand once. A spark flies out. He leans closer to the blocks. A second flick. This one ignites the pallet of blocks into a huge blaze. Schneider lifts Johnny Knight up and power bombs him right onto the flaming blocks. Knight rolls out of the fire, but his skin is still burning.
Matthew Werner: HE’S ON FIRE! HE’S ON FIRE!
Matt Steel: BURNING SKIN!
A ring attendant is wise enough to have a fire extinguisher on hand, spraying a frantic Johnny Knight down with the flame retardant foam. Another ring attendant sprays the blocks down, much to the disgust of Phillip Schneider. Knight lays on the mat trying to catch his breath, his entire body covered in the white foam from the fire extinguisher, which allows the fresh blood to spread across his body quickly.
Matt Steel: We thought he was throwing the rubbing alcohol in Knight’s wounds because it burned the wounds, because, to sterilize the wounds, it stings badly..
Matthew Werner: But in reality.. It was a plan to burn the wounds.
Matt Steel: Glad you caught on to my play on words there.
Schneider empties the last bottle of rubbing alcohol out of the small bucket and walks over to Knight. He whacks Knight on the head with the small plastic bucket. Schneider throws the bucket aside. He’s looking around, looking for a weapon. He sees something he likes. The razor blade table. Schneider rolls to the outside, Percy assisting him in taking the legs down on the table and sliding it into the ring.
Matthew Werner: The final trap.. The razor blade table..
Matt Steel: Has Knight even got one offensive move in yet?
Matthew Werner: I don’t think so. This has really just been a slaughter.
Schneider drags the razor blade table into the ring and lays it down just next to the cinder blocks. Knight is still trying to catch his breath on the mat. Schneider pulls him to his feet. Schneider drags Knight to where he laid the razor blade board. In an act of desperation, Knight drops to his knees. Schneider responds by throwing his knee into Knight’s face. Schneider hooks Knight under both arm pits and dead lifts him, gut wrench power bombing him onto the flat razor blade table.
Matt Steel: Is this what they call in the "insider terms" a blade job?
Matthew Werner: Schneider really just needs to end this match. He’s proven his point.
Knight rolls off of the razors, his body cut all over, his gear torn, his face almost unrecognizable under the blood. Schneider decides it’s time to rearrange the blocks. He moves them so instead of being a giant pallet, it’s two towers of blocks. Schneider grabs the razor blade table and bridges it across the towers of blocks, suspiciously with the blades pointing down.
Matt Steel: Why are the blades down? How is he going to slam him on those razor blades if they are pointed down?
Matthew Werner: I’m almost afraid to know..
Schneider grabs Knight by the arm and drags him between the two block towers. Schneider gets a sick grin on his face as he heads to the corner and starts climbing the shark cage. Schneider is to the top of the shark cage. He’s preparing to jump off. But Knight isn’t ready to die. He rolls from under the razors and crawls towards the shark cage. Slowly. He starts to climb the shark cage. Slowly. Percy makes his way into the ring and flips the razor blade table over so the blades are up. Percy grabs the final bottle of rubbing alcohol and dumps it all over the razor blade table. He actually shakes the bottle to make sure it’s empty. Schneider watches from a perch with amusement as his former partner prepares the death trap for him. Knight is slowly to the top. Schneider grabs him and helps him up to the top of the shark cage. Schneider helps Knight to his feet, only to kick him in the balls. Schneider grabs Knight by the hair so he can’t fall down, then makes a motion to Percy. Percy lights the razor blade table on fire. Schneider pushes Knight off the top of the shark cage. Knight does a flipping fall, landing flat back in the center of the burning razor blades.
Matthew Werner: OH MY GOD!
Matt Steel: Amber lamps! Call dem!
The table luckily goes out upon impact, simply smoldering around the possible corpse of Johnny Knight, razors sticking out from both sides of the collapsed table. Schneider slowly climbs down from the shark cage. He walks to the side of Knight and pushes one of the towers of blocks over, making the blocks fall on the table half and forcing razors into Knight’s chest. Schneider calmly walks to the other side and pushes that tower over too. With Knight buried under a pile of blocks, Schneider arrogantly puts one finger on top and the referee jumps in position.
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Ding! Ding! Ding!
Matthew Werner: And this one is over.
Matt Steel: Mercifully.
"Wrap Your Troubles In Dreams" by The 69 Eyes hits over the P/A system. Schneider presents his hand to the referee to be raised. The referee raises his hand.
Keri Thames: Here is your winner... Phillip Schneider!
Matt Steel: I think Johnny Knight is dead. I think we’ve seen the last of him...
Matthew Werner: Look at Schneider though. He doesn’t have a mark on him. He’s got some blood on him, but none of it is his.
Schneider walks to the corner and grabs his hoody, then rolls out of the ring, calmly strolling to the backstage area, Percy following shortly behind.
Matt Steel: [/color] Bad man right there. Matthew Werner:[/color] That might be an understatement. Matt Steel:[/color] Don't correct me. Matthew Werner:[/color] Moving on ... this next match might be the most unfair of the evening. Matt Steel:[/color] Well we did just watch Schneider possibly kill a guy ... Matthew Werner:[/color] At least Johnny Knight knew who he was facing. Not only does Thunder not know, but he has to deal with Yukio Blaze as the special referee! How is that fair? Matt Steel:[/color] No idea, but if it's meant to be it's meant to be. These types of things usually work themselves out. By the way, mystery opponent? I'm going with Pierce Deville. He's due for a return. If Michael Vick can return from dog-fighting so can he! Yeah! Keri Thames:[/b] The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is for the International Championship. Introducing first, in the ring at this time, the special referee . . . Yukio Blaze! Blaze grabs the microphone from Thames.Yukio Blaze:[/b] I'll take over from here. Introducing first, a man who deserves no introduction, Thunder. “Horseshoes and Handgrenades” begins to play as Thunder makes his way to the ring. There's no fanfare at all to his entrance. He doesn't his eyes off Blaze the entire time.[/b] Matthew Werner: That is one determined individual. Matt Steel: Correct. Matthew Werner: Insightful, as always. Yukio Blaze: And now it's time for the moment you've all waited for. The mystery opponent is . . . Thunder, and the entire audience for that matter, keep their eyes on the ramp. Nothing happens. No music, no appearance of anyone of the ramp. After several seconds of this, Shawn Malakai storms through the crowd and into the ring. He hits Thunder from behind and the bell rings.Matthew Werner: Shawn Malakai?! I didn't see that coming. Matt Steel: Gotta give Blaze credit. He promised a surprise, and he delivered. Caught completely off guard, Thunder has no time to defend himself from the flurry of right hands from Malakai. Thunder is knocked into one corner, at which point even more punches cause him to slump to the mat. Malakai chokes Thunder with his boot. Blaze, seeing this choking right in front of him, does nothing to stop it.
Finally letting go, Malakai then rolls out onto the floor. He retrieves a steel chair and brings it into the ring. Thunder is hit three times hard in the back with the chair. Once again, Blaze sees this very clearly but doesn't even give Malakai a warning for his actions.[/b] Matthew Werner: Oh, come on. I knew Blaze would be a biased referee, but this is more ridiculous that I even suspected. Matt Steel: Clearly, he's going to do whatever it takes to make sure Thunder loses. For the first time in the match, Malakai lets up a little. He and Blaze watch Thunder struggle to reach his feet with the aid of the ropes. When he finally does, Malakai charges at him. In a last ditch effort, Thunder pulls down the top rope, which sends Malakai crashing to the floor. Blaze is visibly upset at the sight of Thunder finally getting a bit of offense in the match.
Thunder is still largely out of it, but he has enough in him at the moment to roll out onto the floor and hit Malakai with a superkick. Reaching his feet again, Thunder picks up Malakai and sends him into the steps. He follows it up by charging at him and hitting him with a running knee.[/b] Matthew Werner: Impressive comeback by Thunder. Matt Steel: But keep in mind the odds that are still against him no matter how well he performs. Thunder rolls Malakai back in the ring, where Blaze is still upset. Since the chair is still in the ring, Thunder picks it up to use it himself. He rears back to hit Malakai, but Blaze pulls it out of his hands and throws it out of the ring. Blaze, for the first time in the match, admonishes one of the two competitors. He gets right in Thunder's face, but Thunder himself doesn't back down either. This confrontation gives Malakai enough time to reach his feet and recover. While the two are still arguing, Malakai hits Thunder with a low blow. As Thunder writhes in pain on the mat, Blaze and Malakai watch and laugh.[/b] Matthew Werner:[/b] This is one of the most pathetic displays I have ever seen. Looking to humiliate Thunder even further, Malakai lifts Thunder up on his shoulders and hits the man with his own finisher, Thunder and Lightning. He follows it up with a cover. Not surprisingly, it's a fast count.
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Thunder still manages to kickout despite the very fast count. Malakai is a little frustrated by this, but Blaze seems largely unconcerned.
Malakai looks to finish off Thunder one more time. He lifts him up for a powerbomb, but Thunder ins able to slip out and turn into a sunset flip pin attempt. This time, the count is very slow.
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Kickout by Malakai.Matt Steel:[/b] Thunder would have won the match right there under normal circumstances. I just don't see how he can win this. Thunder is furious at what just happened, and he lets Blaze know. Once again he is right in his face, and it looks like he might strike him at any moment. Unbeknownst to him, Malakai has retrieved the chair and is ready to strike again. Thunder turns around at the last second and ducks. This causes Malakai to accidentally knock Blaze out cold.Matthew Werner: He is down and completely out of it! This is Thunder's chance! Completely shocked by what has just happened, Malakai drops the chair and checks out the unconscious Blaze. This proves to be a costly move, as this means Thunder can now grab a hold of the chair, which he does. We wallops Malakai in the back with it and then hits the Thunder and Lightning on a chair. He makes a cover, but there is still no referee.Matthew Werner:[/b] This is it! He has him beat. We just need another referee out here. Finally another referee does make it down to the ring. He slides in as fast as possible and begins to count.
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Blaze drops an elbow on the referee, stopping the count. Thunder had never seen Blaze recover, and he also has no time to react to Blaze laying him out with the Trail Blazer. He drapes the body of Malakai onto Thunder and makes another fast count.
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Soon enough Malakai is able to actually reach his feet and celebrate his first title victory in WFWF. But, of course, Malakai and Blaze cannot make their exit without landing a few more blows onto the fallen former champion.Matthew Werner:[/color] Disgusting actions. Shawn Malakai betrayed his friend and then he follows it up with that? Matt Steel:[/color] You play to win the game.[/center] |
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Post by sonstuds on Jun 4, 2011 15:14:50 GMT -5
We cut backstage where Stacy Grey is standing by with Alex Sean.
Stacy Grey: Good evening, ladies and gentleman, I'm standing here now with Alex Sean, who in just a few moments is set to square off with Jason Jadoa.
Sean nods.
Stacy Grey: To start... Turning toward Sean. ... Considering all that has led up to this match, from your issues with King Kraig as well as your longstanding feud with Jason Jadoa himself... And considering the stakes, Alex, would you say that this is the biggest match of your career?
Sean takes a moment to respond, looking very stoic in the process.
Alex Sean: No doubt, Stace. But to tell you the truth, ya know, I'm here honestly to be the best in the world. And when you strive to be the best, you have to treat every match, every opponent like it's the biggest, toughest, most important match of your career. So, all-in-all, everything that's led into this match tonight... It just makes that part a lot easier.
Stacy Grey: I see, but with that said, obviously there's a lot of personal animosity here. Do you think there's a chance that may get in the way, perhaps cause you to lose focus on the goal of victory?
Sean smirks, and Stacy Grey is clearly a little turned on.
Alex Sean: Lose focus? I mean... It's a dog collar match, Stace. I'ma be goin' out there, gettin' tied up with this dude in a match with virtually no rules. On top of that, the way I see it, there ain't gonna be no flukes, there ain't gonna be no questionable winners or losers here. I'll give Jason Jadoa his due, he's a tough sunuva b*tch, and I'm standing here before you as the baddest man on the planet. So whether I go in there to hurt Jason Jadoa or pin his shoulders to the mat, considering the rules of engagement here... I really don't think one is too far off from the other.
Stacy Grey: Well there you go. Alex, if I could ask one last question?
Alex Sean: Shoot.
Stacy Grey: Well, obviously with a win, you move on to face either EBR or DGX for the WFWF World Championship, but with a loss, your WFWF career will be over. So, if this is the last time I get to speak to you... Any regrets?
Alex Sean: Heh... Nah. You know, I've made mistakes. I ain't gon' lie about that. And there are things that, knowing what I know now, I mighta done differently. But Stace, we all gotta walk the path set before us. And for better or worse, through the ups and downs, that's what I've done. And to tell you the truth, even with all this between King Kraig and I... Even with this stipulation, honestly... I wouldn't have it any other way. I'm here to be the best, and if I can't beat Jason Jadoa here tonight, then that means I ain't. So the way I see it... Tonight... Tonight we're gonna find out that either I don't have what it takes, or tonight I'm gonna show the world why I am still the rightful WFWF World Champion, and why soon enough... I'ma have that belt back.
Stacy Grey: Well said. And with that... Turning back toward the camera. ... Let's send it back to ringside!
We return to ringside to a shot of Keri Thames standing in the center of the ring, microphone in hand. The timekeeper rings the bell three times, giving Keri her cue to begin the announcements.
Keri Thames: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is a Career vs. Number One Contendership Dog Collar Match!
Matthew Werner: That was a mouthful.
Matt Steel: I'd give her more of a mouthful than that, amiright, huh!?
A suited, jewish looking man taps Steel on the shoulder, then whispers something into his ear. He nods.
Matt Steel: What I meant to say is, Keri Thames is a lovely woman and I can enjoy her talents without sexualizing her.
Matthew Werner: ... What is that all about?
Matt Steel: Oh, this is Max, my lawyer. After everything that happened with Phillip Schneider, I thought it'd be best to have some legal council to avoid any further issues.
Matthew Werner: I see. Strange that you'd just start having him here now that the show is almost over and while I can't say for sure due to the lack of time travel, I expect him not to be referenced at any other future point in this show.
Matt Steel: He's been here all along Matthew, you just have to believe.
Matthew Werner: What?
Matt Steel: Hey I think Jason Jadoa's about to come out.
The unnerving humming of "O' Death" by Jen Titus rings over the P.A. system, inciting the capacity crowd in attendance. After several moments, Jason Jadoa steps out through the curtain and onto the stage, walking down toward the ring in non-spectacular fashion.
Keri Thames: Making his way to the ring first... Weighing in at 200 lbs... Jason Jadoa!
Jason Jadoa steps up the ring steps and through the ropes. He quickly approaches his corner and the music fades out. Jadoa stands in the ring, awaiting the entrance of his opponent. The crowd begins to buzz, anxiously waiting.
"If you're havin' girl problems I feel bad for you son,
I got 99 problems but a b*tch ain't one!"
The opening lines of "99 Problems" ring out through the soundspeakers eliciting an enormous pop from the audience. The record scratch goes through and, just as the verse kicks in, Sean aggressively charges through the curtain bringing about an even louder ovation than before!
Matthew Werner: What a reaction!
Full of intensity, Sean charges down the ramp, wasting no time in getting toward the ring.
Keri Thames: Making his way to the ring first, the challenger; Hailing from Baltimore, Maryland, he weighs in at 225 lbs... He is Alex Sean!
Sean reaches the ring steps and takes a few moments to hop in place at the base. He runs up the steps and onto the apron, then places one foot on the middle turnbuckle from the outside and pulls himself up, resting his other foot on the top turnbuckle just as the chorus kicks in. Sean looks out in the crowd, then, grabbing ahold of the top rope, swings into the ring and moves toward his respective corner for the bout. Sean removes his black hoodie, tossing it to the floor, then walks toward Jadoa, who also approaches Sean, and immediately the two men begin talking trash forcing the official to pry himself between them.
Matthew Werner: This situation is truly combustible.
Matt Steel: This one's gonna be ugly.
Finally, the official convinces both men to take a few steps back. The music fades out, and the referee gestures to a hand at ringside, who then places the two-sided dog collar chain in the ring. The official grabs both collars, first walking over to Jadoa and fastening one around his neck, then over to Sean fastening the other. With both men bound to one another, the match is ready to begin, and the official calls for the bell.
Matt Steel: It's on like Donkey Kong, b*tches!
Ding! Ding! Ding!
Matthew Werner: Here we go!
Right upon the bell, Sean and Jadoa charge toward one another, colliding in dual flurries of right and left hands or as Dusty Rhodes would say; Clubberin'. Neither man waivers or slows as they each connect on some and miss others, both men throwing caution to the wind.
Matt Steel: This match didn't waste any time to pick up!
Matthew Werner: No doubt, what a fight!
As they swing on, Sean gradually begins getting the upper hand, growing more technical in his approach. Sean begins bobbing and weaving, slipping Jadoa's shots and using his footwork to circle, opting to counter strike. As Sean grows more and more elusive and catches Jadoa with surgical-like precision, the former Reverend Shadow grows more frustrated by the second, his shots getting more wild with each swing.
Matthew Werner: Sean's taking over here, utilizing his known striking advantage.
The pattern continues, Jadoa swinging wildly, Sean slipping the shot, and connecting with a peppering counter of his own, until, as Jadoa swings for a huge shot, Sean drops down to the canvas and crawls between Jadoa's legs. As Sean stands up behind his foe he grabs ahold of the chain on the rise, then, using his body-weight, jerks the chain backward sending Jadoa in a front flip landing back-first on the canvas!
Matt Steel: Ouch! That's gotta hurt but moreso, that's kind of embarassing.
Matthew Werner: Sean seems like he's planned as much as he could for the Dog Collar aspect of this bout, utilizing the chain effectively right there.
Sensing a need for some space, Jadoa rolls out of the ring and to the floor, but Alex Sean is quick to follow. As "The Constant" approaches Jadoa, he's met with a stinging Knife-Edged Chop to the chest which momentarily stops him in his tracks. Jadoa rears back and shoots off for another, however this time Sean ducks low, evading the chop, and connecting with the point of his elbow in Jadoa's exposed rib-cage, bringing about a sharp pain upon impact.
Matthew Werner: Sean once again able to counter Jadoa's movements.
Grabbing ahold of the chain, Sean backs up a few steps, then tugs on the chain, jerking Jadoa toward him. As Jadoa closes in, Sean takes a step forward himself meeting Jadoa half-way and grabbing ahold of an Arm-Trap Belly-to-Belly clinch which Sean uses to complete his Side Belly-to-Belly Suplex known as the B.B.T.!
Matt Steel: Sean with the B.B.T., otherwise known as the Bit... I've been advised by Max not to... No comment.
Jadoa rests his hand over the small of his back, wincing in pain from the previous maneuver. Sean, however, wastes no time in following up and grabs ahold of Jadoa's head, lifting him up to his feet. Sean applies a Front Face-Lock, looking to be setting up perhaps a Brainbuster on the floor. Sean grabs a handful of Jadoa's trunks but before he can lift his opponent up, he's caught off-guard by a sharp uppercut to the throat, taking the wind right out of Sean's lungs momentarily. Taking advantage of the position, Jadoa grabs Sean's shorts and snaps Sean back hard on the mats below with a sudden Snap Suplex!
Matthew Werner: Well it took him a little while but Jason Jadoa has seemingly turned things around here tonight.
Matt Steel: That he has. Sean was having a lot of success up to this point but he may have been a little too aggressive and I think it cost him there.
Wasting no time, with a sense of urgency, Jadoa quickly follows up, grabbing Sean by the head and tossing him inside the ring, following him in shortly thereafter. Seeing an opening, Jadoa creates some distance between himself and Sean and lowers his stance, seemingly preparing to charge. As Sean makes it back to his feet, Jadoa rushes in looking for a big boot, perhaps even the Revelation, but Sean suddenly steps out of aim, parrying the leg down and to the left with his right arm, and grabs ahold of it with his left. Jadoa hops on one foot for a moment, attempting to get his base back, but Sean has other ideas, using his right arm to wrap the chain around Jadoa's lifted ankle. Then, in one, swift motion, Sean ducks low and rushes forward beneath Jadoa's leg and behind him, keeping a tight grip on the chain and tugging Jadoa's foot back behind him, sending his opponent crashing down face-first toward the canvas!
Matthew Werner: Wow! Once again, Sean effectively using this chain for offense!
Matt Steel: He said before this match he was treating it like the biggest match of his career, and thus far based on his performance, it appears he wasn't lying!
With the chain still in his hands, Sean drags Jadoa's leg over to roll him onto his back. With a firm grasp on the chain, Sean turns away from his opponent, draping the chain over his shoulder. He glances back toward Jadoa for a brief moment, then rushes toward the far right corner, dragging Jadoa by his leg with him. As Sean begins nearing the turnbuckles, he drops down into a baseball slide, slipping out of the ring from underneath the bottom rope, the momentum dragging Jadoa hard into the corner post between his legs.
Matt Steel: I'm not a doctor but I think that may have broken his balls.
Jadoa curls over following the impact, trying to recover. With his opponent momentarily incapacitated, Sean turns his attention toward the announcer's area. He approaches the nearby timekeeper, and gestures for him to hand him his chair.
Matt Steel: That's a long a*s chain, Matthew.
Matthew Werner: Yes, yes it is. But more importantly, Alex Sean's looking to get a weapon.
Sean threatens him with a punch which finally motivates the timekeeper to hit the bricks. Sean grabs ahold of the chair he was seated in and flattens it, then sliding in the ring under the bottom rope, and grabbing the chain as he rises. Sean approaches Jadoa who, while now recovered, still has his leg caught in the chain. Jadoa covers his head but it does little to protect the onslaught of stomps to the head.
Matthew Werner: We knew this was going to get violent fast, and that's clear here as Sean stomps away.
After a few more, Sean let's go of the chain, backs up, and grabs the steel chair with both hands. He charges toward Jadoa, looking to bring the chair down on him, but the former Reverend Shadow's mind is focused, and as Sean draws near, Jadoa throws a hard right hand square in the lower abdomen, taking the wind out of Sean's lungs, effectively stopping him in his tracks and bringing him down to a knee.
Matthew Werner: Oh man. Hard shot right to the mid-section there and an effective counter to Sean by Jadoa.
With Sean down, Jadoa moves quick, first freeing his leg from the chain, then moving back to his feet. He grabs ahold of Sean and fires off two hard chops, then drags him by his head and shoulder and tosses him back-first into the turnbuckles. Jadoa ducks low, grabbing Sean like a double-leg, then lifts him up, seating up on the top turnbuckle.
Matthew Werner: Jason Jadoa putting Sean up high here, he could be looking for a Superplex.
Matt Steel: This is a big move to try early on in this bout. High risk, son.
Jadoa pursues aggressively, stepping up the turnbuckles facing Sean. As he reaches the second turnbuckle, Jadoa ducks down and grabs ahold of a front face-lock, clearly setting up the Superplex. Jadoa steps all the way up to the top rope, then begins working to pull Sean up to the top turnbuckle as well. Sean begins to step up, but just as his feet make it to the top rope, Sean cracks Jadoa with two, quick knees to the mid-section. The stunning blow allows Sean to free his head, creating some space between himself and Jadoa.
Matthew Werner: Jadoa may have gone too big, too soon here.
Sean places his palm on Jadoa's collar bone, creating enough space to fire off a hard elbow strike to the side of his opponent's head. Quickly, Sean rears back again and fires off another shot, each one chipping away at Jadoa. Sean braces himself for a third shot and pulls back just as Jadoa scans toward the ringside area with his peripherals. Before Sean can connect, Jadoa jumps off the top rope and to the floor toward the spanish announce table, the momentum jerking Sean off the top rope into a flip. Jadoa lands hard on the ringside mats as Sean soars through the air colliding back-first onto the spanish announce table, destroying it upon impact in a sickening thud.
Matthew Werner: FOR THE LOVE OF GOD!
Matt Steel: God damn I think he might be dead.
The energy in the audience reaches a fever pitch as both Jadoa and Sean lay on the floor below. However as Sean lays lifeless in the wreckage of the spanish announce table, Jadoa lays on his back, alert and awake, his head turned to observe Sean. He takes his time, seeing no immediate need to rush.
Matthew Werner: This is a really bad situation for Alex Sean.
Matt Steel: No kidding. Alex Sean may be a tough guy but that might have been the closer right there.
After gathering his bearings and recovering briefly on the canvas, Jadoa makes his move, rolling to hands and knees then standing. He stalks down Sean, who doesn't seem to even be responsive, let alone mount any sort of attack. Jadoa grabs ahold of him by his head and shoulder, pulling him up off the ground. Once Sean is upright, Jadoa ducks low and hoists Sean up on one shoulder. He quickly moves toward the ring and slides Sean in under the bottom rope, following him in immediately. With Sean flat on his back, Jadoa drops down for the cover, hooking the far leg.
Matthew Werner: This may be it.
... 1 ...
... 2 ...
Matt Steel: I think he's got it.
Deep in the two count, with all the strength he can muster, Sean pops his shoulder up, somehow, someway, breaking the pin-fall.
Matthew Werner: Oh! Sean's still in it!
Matt Steel: Man I thought that was over. Either way though, Sean kicked out but you gotta wonder how much more he can take, Matthew.
Jadoa lifts up from Sean, somewhat taken aback by his ability to withstand. A contemplative look comes across his face, visibly calculating his next move. As Jadoa formulates, Sean begins to stir, having enough ring awareness to roll away from his opponent. He struggles onto his forearms, gradually working to push himself to his feet. Just as Sean makes it to his hands and knees, Jadoa catches a glimpse of his movement and focuses back on his opponent. Before Sean can get his balance, Jadoa rushes over and cracks Sean in the ribs with a hard kick, sending the Hall of Famer down to the canvas.
Matthew Werner: A hard kick from Jason Jadoa.
Matt Steel: No doubt.
Wasting little time, Jadoa capitalizes quick, grabbing Sean by his head and lifting him up. He latches on Sean's head and takes him over with a snapmare, making sure to sit Sean up upon impact. Jadoa moves in close and begins wrapping the chain around Sean's mid-section, trapping his left arm in the vice as well.
Matt Steel: This could get ugly, Jadoa's wrapping Sean up in that chain.
Matthew Werner: Sean's gotta make something happen here.
With Sean tangled, Jadoa move behind him, keeping ahold of the chain and begins dragging Sean backward toward the turnbuckles. After he gets Sean positioned, Jadoa ducks his head and steps through between the bottom and middle ropes, then slides back in the ring underneath the bottom rope. He stands back up and pulls the chain tight, the added tension of the chain being hooked over the bottom rope effectively pinning Sean against the turnbuckles with only one arm to defend himself.
Matthew Werner: Jadoa's got him pinned against the buckles here, this is dire straits for Alex Sean!
With a confident grin, Jadoa moves in toward Sean and proceeds to attack with a barrage of stomps to the left side of his face. Sean attempts to cover up with his right arm as much as possible, but Jadoa's boot gets through more than not, the heel of his foot cracking Sean over and over in the face.
Matt Steel: Ouch.
Matthew Werner: This is getting hard to watch.
After a seemingly endless barrage of stomps, Jadoa relents, releasing the chain from his grip and stepping back a few paces. It is only now that the blood flowing from Sean's swollen left eyebrow is visible. Jadoa looks around and notices the steel chair from earlier, still laying on the mat. He approaches, picking up the chair, and lifts it in the air.
Matthew Werner: Jadoa looking to use the chair on a bloody Sean!
Aggressively, Jadoa charges toward "The Constant". But just as he gets close enough, he's caught off guard with an upkick from Alex Sean, cracking the chair back in his face!
Matt Steel: A counter!
Rattled by the blow, Jadoa falls back on the canvas, giving Alex Sean a much needed moment to collect himself. After a few moments, Sean takes notice of the chain's wrap around the bottom rope and rolls between the bottom and middle ropes, then drops cautiously to the floor and begins trying to unwrap himself from the chain.
Matthew Werner: Sean created a much needed opening right there.
Sean manages to untangle himself from the chain, but in doing so gives Jadoa enough time to recover. Seeing Sean at ringside, Jadao slides out of the ring behind him, then charges quickly toward his opponent, shoving Sean forward into the steel ring post!
Matt Steel: Oh man. Just when it looked like Sean might turn it around, he hits a steel ring post.
Sean stumbles backward upon impact, a glazed look over his eyes. As Sean approaches, Jadoa steps off the side and, when the time is right, charges in at Sean spearing him into the ring apron, eliciting a powerful groan from Sean.
Matthew Werner: Jadoa seems to be targeting the mid-section of Sean now, and suffice it to say he's been very effective thus far.
Wasting little time, Jadoa grabs Sean similarly to a scoop slam and lifts him up. He then places Sean on the apron on his side, his back facing the barricade. Grabbing ahold of the chain tightly, Jadoa ducks under, turning in the process to where his handle on the chain is positioned for a downward pull. With everything in place, Jadoa pulls down hard, jerking Sean off the apron suddenly and sending him flying off the apron only to collide hard into the steel barricade!
Matthew Werner: Oh my god!
Matt Steel: Jadoa's really taking it to Sean here.
Sean writhes in pain on the floor for only a moment, as Jadoa quickly follows up, grabbing him up off the mats, turning him toward the ring and tossing him in under the bottom rope. The former Reverend Shadow quickly follows his adversary in, also underneath the bottom rope.
Matthew Werner: He follows Sean in quickly, god knows what he has planned next.
As Jadoa approaches Sean, the former World Champion struggles to his feet, but is quickly knocked down by a hard knee lift to the mid-section. Jadoa backs up, creating some space, awaiting Sean to rise to his feet once again. Defiantly, through the pain and exhaustion, Sean gets back to his feet and Jadoa charges in once again however, somehow, Sean catches him with a knee straight to the liver, sending Jadoa down to one knee clutching his solar plexus.
Matthew Werner: Alex Sean needed to make something happen and he did right there with that knee. I believe it's time for "Omar Comin'"!
While able to counter, Sean has still taken a lot of punishment, and uses several key moments to recover. Finally, he dashes off to the ropes on the side of Jadoa, rebounding in pursuit of the Front Elbow Drop, but Jadoa suddenly and violently springs up, catching Sean, lifting him up, and crashing him down with a Spinebuster!
Matt Steel: Spinebuster!
Matthew Werner: It looked for a moment like Sean may be able to turn things around, but he took too much time to recover and Jadoa made him pay for it.
With Sean down on the canvas, Jadoa keeps ahold of his legs, then steps through, crosses Sean's legs, and turns him over into a Sharpshooter, otherwise known as the Submission of Repentment!
Matthew Werner: Jadoa has it liked it! The Submission of Repentment!
Matt Steel: Make no mistake folks, while that move is designed to target the knee, it can do a number on your back and ribs as well.
Sean struggles to drag himself forward, to kick his legs, something to escape the hold, but Jadoa remains diligent, pulling back on the legs and applying intense pressure on the back and ribs of Sean. The Hall of Famer's face turns deep read, a look of agony in his eyes, and the official drops down asking him if he wishes to submit.
Matthew Werner: Alex Sean is struggling here!
Matt Steel: He's a fighter but after everything so far in this match, I just don't know if he has enough in the tank to gut it out.
At first, Sean is uresponsive to the official's pleas, his mind caught up in survival and trying to escape. The official renders a third and last warning, to which Sean finally responds, refusing to quit.
Matthew Werner: What heart being shown by Alex Sean!
Matt Steel: He's got heart but with all due respect maybe he needs more brains. This match isn't worth his livelyhood, it isn't worth his ability to walk!
Matthew Werner: You say that but I know Alex Sean and I know how much being the best means to him. Considering the stakes here tonight, considering that his very WFWF career is on the line, for him, it's death or glory.
The volume of the audience intensifies, fans cheering Sean on to escape the hold. As if drawing energy from the crowd, Sean begins to turn the tides, somehow managing to turn back over onto his back and relieving the hold if only for a moment.
Matthew Werner: I can't believe this! Somehow, Alex Sean has escaped the Submission of Repentment!
Matt Steel: Not so fast, Matthew, Jadoa still has it locked on, all he has to do is turn it back over and he's right back where he was a moment ago.
And Jadoa looks to do just that, struggling with Sean to turn. Focused solely on putting Sean back in the hold, he's got off guard when Sean shrimps to the side, pulling his own legs down and transitioning into a scissor sweep, taking Jadoa's feet out from underneath him and bringing him down to the canvas. Sean quickly repositions and grabs ahold of Jadoa's foot, locking him in an Inverted Heel Hook!
Matt Steel: Holy sh*t!
Matthew Werner: This is insane! Alex Sean has countered the Submission of Repentment into an Inverted Heel Hook, that's gotta be a first!
It appears the entire audience in attendance is on their feet cheering as Sean applies pressure to the hold, Jadoa wincing in pain. Jadoa, however, quickly collects his bearings and proceeds to bring his leg up, then back down connecting the bottom of his heel with the swollen, left eyebrow of Alex Sean. Again, he lifts up and brings his foot back down, continuing the assault with several shots until Sean releases the hold, clutching his damaged face.
Matt Steel: Say what you will Matthew but you have to give Jason Jadoa credit here. Even when Sean turns things around, Jadoa, every time, finds a way to get back in the driver's seat.
Matthew Werner: It's clear he came prepared here tonight.
Taking his time, Jadoa calculates his next move until he catches a glimpse once again of the steel chair resting off to the side in the ring. Casting a quick stare to Sean, who is still recovering on the mat, Jadoa gets back to his feet, limping slightly on his right ankle, and moves in toward the steel chair, lifting it up.
Matt Steel: So far neither man has been able to use the steel chair, but considering how much damage Sean has taken, I don't know how much of a fight he's going to be able to put up at this point.
Jadoa moves toward the center of the ring and unfolds the chair to it's natural, seated position. He places it down in the ring, seemingly to set something up. With the chair set, Jadoa moves over to Sean and grabs him up off the canvas, then drags him toward the center of the ring. Just as he's about to set something up, however, Sean clocks him with a clean, left hook to the jaw, stunning Jadoa momentarily.
Matthew Werner: Sean with a left hook! This man won't die!
With a sense of urgency, Sean springs back toward the ropes, rebounds, then as he reaches Jadoa, ducks under his right arm, roating in the process and locking Jadoa up for the beginning of the Charm City Chain Smoker. However before he can bring Jadoa forward, the former Reverend Shadow ducks under himself and reverses the leg grapevine, countering into his own Russian Leg-Sweep. He kicks Sean's leg forward and drags his upper body back, hitting a sudden Russian Leg-Sweep into the unfolded steel chair! The impact on Sean's head, neck, and upper back is so forceful that the joints of the chair break apart and the chair folds in on itself.
Matt Steel: Jesus christ!
Matthew Werner: That's gotta be it.
Sensing the end is near, Jadoa wastes no time in capitalizing, turning over and grabbing Sean up off the canvas as he stands to his feet. Sean offers no discernible defense as Jadoa locks him up in a front face-lock. After positioning his back to the remnants of the steel chair, Jadoa grabs ahold of Sean's trunks and lifts him up, dropping him down with his patented Implant DDT known as the Unholy Rapture on the steel chair, Sean's skull making a sick crack upon impact!
Matthew Werner: My god, this has gone on long enough!
Matt Steel: Sean's a true warrior but this has got to be over.
It seems as if Sean is set for a pin, but Jadoa abstains, opting rather to grab Sean and pick him up one more time. He gets Sean to his feet and, though Sean is clearly out of it, somehow manages to balance the former World Champion long enough to dash off to the ropes. As Jadoa rebounds, he brings his boot up and connects on the jawline of Sean, then bringing his foot down into a stomp completing The Revelation!
Matt Steel: There's no way, Matthew. This one is finished.
Matthew Werner: I'm inclined to agree.
Having felt he's done enough, Jadoa drops down into a cover, opting not even to hook the leg as he lays on Sean's lifeless body. The official drops down to administer the count.
Matthew Werner: The pin-fall by Jadoa here, though it seems somewhat academic at this point.
... 1 ...
Matt Steel: This one's finished.
... 2 ...
Matthew Werner: He's got it.
Just as the hand is about to come down on three, Sean miraculously pops his shoulder up, sending the fans into a frenzy and bringing about a look of complete shock and eye on Jason Jadoa's face!
Matthew Werner: HOW IN THE HELL... HOW!?
Matt Steel: I don't know man! I'm... I'm speechless!
As the moments pass, Jadoa's shock turns into frustration. He looks toward the referee, gesturing that it was a three count, but the official upholds his count, much to the chagrin of Jason Jadoa. In a fury, Jadoa pops up off of Sean, grabbing his head in his hands to pull him up with him. With both men upright, Jadoa places Sean in a front face-lock, swings the inside arm over the back of his head, and tosses Sean backward in a sudden and impactful Snap Suplex!
Matthew Werner: Big Snap Suplex from Jason Jadoa, who seems to get more and more frustrated by the second.
Matt Steel: You can hardly blame him. The man's hit Alex Sean with literally the best weapons in his arsenal and yet somehow, Alex Sean is still in this match.
Jadoa wastes little time, opting to pop his hips, turn, and lift Sean up off the canvas again for yet another Snap Suplex. Once again, upon impact, Jadoa pops his hips, turns, and lifts, sending Sean back for a third Snap Suplex, each impact more ferocious than the last.
Matthew Werner: What a barrage of suplexes here, this is getting difficult to watch.
Matt Steel: Simple but effective, you know Sean is feeling those.
Jadoa once again pops his hips, turns, lifts, and slams Sean for a fourth Snap Suplex. Upon impact, he again pops his hips, turns, and lifts. This time, however, he opts not to go for a Snap Suplex, and instead hooks Sean's outside leg setting him up for a Fisherman's Suplex.
Matt Steel: Jadoa looking for a Fisherman's Suplex here to polish Sean off!
With a firm grasp on his opponent, Jadoa looks to lift Sean, but "The Constant" manages, in a move of pure survival, to drop down to one knee on the canvas, momentarily preventing Jadoa from completing the move. A look of anger flashes across Jadoa's face, and he responds to Sean's tactic by unleashing a barrage of axe handles to the back and shoulders of Sean, then grabs back ahold of the front face-lock and lifts Sean up to his feet, hooking the outside leg once again in the process.
Matthew Werner: It looked like Sean may stop the Fisherman's Suplex there for a moment, but Jadoa seems to be just having his way with him at this point.
Matt Steel: That sounded all kinds of dirty, Matthew.
Matthew Werner: Almost as dirty as your mom.
Ohhhh.
Matt Steel: Well played, sir, well played.
With a look of confidence, Jadoa hoists Sean up in the air for the Fisherman's Suplex, but just as Sean reaches the height of the maneuver, he kicks his inside leg to the opposite side between Jadoa's legs, causing Jadoa to lose his grip and beginning the motion for an Inside Cradle!
Matthew Werner: Inside Cradle by Sean!
Matt Steel: I don't think so, we've seen this set-up before.
The two men roll to the mat but roll through the Inside Cradle position. At the right moment, Sean springs into action latching on his patented Anaconda Choke known as the Quoth the Ravens!
Matthew Werner: QUOTH THE RAVENS! SEAN HAS LOCKED ON THE QUOTH THE RAVENS!
Matt Steel: I saw that one coming a mile away, Matthew. Still impressive, though.
Jadoa struggles to break free of the vice grip, but Sean will not be deterred. Pressing his chin to Jadoa's shoulder tightly, Sean rolls to his right side, executing a Gator Roll and effectively putting Jadoa on his back in the hold.
Matthew Werner: What a turn of events! I can't believe what I'm seeing here!
The former Reverend Shadow kicks his legs desperately for a moment to escape, but Sean will not relent, applying as much pressure as his body can to the hold. Just as it seems Jadoa is finished, in an impressive display of tenacity and will power, he manages to turn into Sean. He shoots his arms forward, managing to latch ahold of one of Sean's legs.
Matt Steel: Jadoa's gotta make something happen now!
With Sean leg held tightly, Jadoa begins working to get back to his feet, which after a few moments, he does. Undeterred, Sean keeps ahold of the choke. Gradually fading, Jadoa makes a last ditch effort to escape, charges toward the ropes keeping ahold of Sean's leg. As they near the ropes, Jadoa leaps through the middle and top ropes like a tope, to which Sean, still holding onto the choke, can do nothing but go along for the ride. Both men soar through the ropes, landing hard on the mats below breaking Sean's choke!
Matthew Werner: GOOD GOD!
Matt Steel: This match looked like it was just about done there but give credit where credit's due.
Both men lay on the mats surrounding the ring momentarily, both the impact from the fall and the accumulation of damage accrued throughout the match taking it's toll on both competitors. After several moments, Jason Jadoa begins making his way back to his feet while Sean clutches his mid-section, visibly worse off than his opponent.
Matthew Werner: Once again it appears that despite Sean's momentary successes, Jadoa still seems to be in control of this match.
Jadoa follows up quickly, grabbing ahold of Sean, lifting him up off the mats, and tosses him in the ring under the bottom rope. The former Reverend Shadow follows him in, however rather than going on the attack, he creates some distance and lowers his base, appearing to be setting up for another Revelation.
Matt Steel: Jason Jadoa setting up for The Revelation here, and I have to imagine if he lands this one more time, it's gonna be all over for Alex Sean.
Focused intently on Sean, Jadoa waits anxiously, eyeing down his opponent who while has begun to make his way to his feet, is seemingly mentally out of the fight. Sean gets to one knee, then with a visible struggle, makes his way back to his feet, his back to Jadoa. Sean begins to turn, which sets Jadoa off in pursuit of The Revelation. He approaches fast, lifting his leg up for the move, but just as Jadoa approaches contact, inexplicably, Sean steps off to his right side, parrying the kick with his left forearm. A look of bewilderment crosses Jadoa's face but it's too late for him to do anything as Sean barrels forward and clobbers Jason Jadoa with a thunderous Left-Arm Lariat sending both men crashing down to the canvas!
Matthew Werner: SEAN HITS A LARIAT! MY GOD WHAT A TIMELY COUNTER!
Matt Steel: I can't believe this! Somehow, just in the nick of time, Sean pulls off a Hail Mary shot!
With Jadoa down for the count for the moment, Sean lies motionless on the canvas, taking some much needed time to recover. Gradually, the audience begins to rally him on more and more, trying to will the Hall of Famer into going on the attack. After a few more moments, Sean finally begins to stir, then quickly shoots up off the canvas stirring a roar from the fans.
Matthew Werner: And for the first time in a while in this match, Alex Sean stands as the only man on his feet!
Jadoa begins to move on the canvas, but Sean is intent on keeping ahold of the advantage as he advances toward his opponent. He lifts Jadoa up off the mat by his head and shoulder, then backs him into the ropes. Sean sends him off with an irish whip, and as Jadoa rebounds toward him, Sean grabs the chain close to the collar of Jadoa and jerks it forward, stopping Jadoa's upper body and causing his legs to fly in the air. Sean brings the chain down to the canvas and Jadoa's body follows shortly thereafter!
Matt Steel: Ouch!
Sean releases the chain, backing up a few paces to calculate his next attack, giving Jadoa enough time to work his way quickly back to his feet. As Jadoa reaches an upright position, he's turned away from Sean facing the turnbuckles, which Sean takes note and backs up a few more steps. Sean points to the sky, then in true Randy Savage style, rushes toward Jadoa's back and, as he draws near, leaps up, colliding into the spine of Jason Jadoa with a leaping knee. The former Reverend Shadow is sent forward and smashes into the turnbuckles with his chest, sucking the wind out of his lungs as he rebounds backward. As Jadoa approaches, Sean rushes forward, grabbing the back of his head and dragging him back toward the corner. He steps up to the second turnbuckle then springs off, turning in air to land in a front face-lock. Just as his first foot meets the canvas, Sean propells himself forward, dragging Jadoa's head into the flipping neck-breaker known as The Ray Lewis!
Matthew Werner: Sean with the Ray Lewis!
Immediately upon impact, Sean pounces ontop of his foe for a pin-fall.
Matthew Werner: Sean with the cover!
... 1 ...
Matt Steel: Could this be it?!
... 2 ...
Matthew Werner: Two!
About half-way through the three count, Jadoa pops his shoulder up, effectively breaking the fall.
Matt Steel: That was close!
Sean looks up at the official to confirm the two-count, the crimson flowing from his damaged left eye. Undeterred, however, Sean does not relent, beginning his own rise to his feet as he drags Jadoa to his along with him. Just as both men are upright, Jadoa fires off a hard knife-edged chop to the chest of Sean, eliciting a chorus of "Whoo"s from the audience. Defiantly, Sean rears back and responds with a clubbing hammerfist to Jadoa's chest.
Matt Steel: Both men trading shots here.
Not to be outdone, Jadoa fires off yet another knife-edged chop to Sean's chest but is once again met with a clubbing hammerfist by Sean. Jadoa rears back once again, looking for a big chop, but as he propells his arm forward, Sean leaps high in the air and cracks Jadoa across the jaw with a powerful Enziguri, Inoki style.
Matthew Werner: Enziguri from Sean!
With his opponent momentarily dazed, Sean springs back to his feet. He rushes away from Jadoa, creating some space, then rushes back toward him. As Sean approaches, Jadoa throws a desperate clothesline but Sean ducks, grabbing ahold of Jadoa's wrist, and turns, setting him into position for the Stroke onto the knee. As Jadoa makes contact, Sean turns toward him, lifting him up then bringing him down in a Gut-Buster. Finally, Sean turns into a Belly-to-Back Suplex position and hoists Jadoa in the air but just as he is about to complete the Charm City Chain Smoker, rather than turn in for a Belly-to-Belly Suplex, Sean grabs ahold of the chain close to Jadoa's neck and drags him hard down to the canvas!
Matthew Werner: Sean with a modified Charm City Chain Smoker!
Sean wastes no time and leaps ontop of Jadoa for the cover.
Matt Steel: He's got a cover!
... 1 ...
Matthew Werner: Could this be it!?
... 2 ...
Matt Steel: He's close!
Just at the last second, Jadoa pops his shoulder up breaking the fall. Though his opponent survived, Sean seems confident in victory, opting to spring off of his opponent and rush to a far corner, visibly pereparing for the Charging Lariat.
Matthew Werner: Sean's looking to bring this one home.
He waits patiently, the fans beginning to clap in unison to a slow beat. Dazed and confused, Jadoa begins his rise to his feet, first making it to his hands and knees, then to one knee, then slowly moving to an upright position. Sean can wait no longer, seeing his opponent primed for the attack, and he dashes off. Just as Sean is about to make contact, however, Jadoa ducks low and launches into his mid-section with a powerful Spear!
Matt Steel: MY GOD! A SPEAR! A SPEAR!
Jadoa quickly follows through with a cover.
Matthew Werner: He's going for the pin!
... 1 ...
Matt Steel: I think he's got it!
... 2 ...
Matthew Werner: THIS MAY BE THE END OF SEAN'S WFWF CAREER!
At the very last second, Sean kicks out, a look of anguish crossing Jason Jadoa's face.
Matthew Werner: This is incredible. These two men, despite their differences, have one thing in common and that is that they will battle to the death here tonight!
Not wanting the advantage to slip from his grasp, Jadoa follows up as quickly as he can which is not without a struggle. He makes it back to his feet, dragging Sean up to his as well, and grabs ahold of a front face-lock, seemingly setting up for another Unholy Rapture. However before he can lift Sean up, "The Constant" grabs ahold of his wrist and rotates out of the position, pulling Jadoa then in to a front face-lock of his own.
Matthew Werner: Sean with a counter!
Sean throws a quick knee to the mid-section, then drapes Jadoa's arm over the back of his head looking for a Brainbuster. Quickly, Sean hoists the former Reverend Shadow up, but Jadoa reacts quick, turning in the air and ending up behind his foe. Jadoa shoves Sean forward, sending him colliding chest first into the turnbuckles.
Matt Steel: A much needed reversal by Jadoa there.
As Sean stumbles back, Jadoa looks to seal the deal, rushing toward him for a Revelation to the back of the skull, but Sean sees it coming and ducks the shot, crawling between Jadoa's legs and ending up behind him. Before Jadoa can turn and react Sean has ahold of the chain, and as he rises to his feet, he tugs the chain up between Jadoa's legs, effectively bringing the chain link hard against Jadoa's... nether-region.
Matt Steel: Oh man, the ol' chain to the balls. That's one way to perform a vasectomy.
Matthew Werner: I highly doubt that.
Matt Steel: Are you a doctor?
Matthew Werner: Well, no, but...
Matt Steel: I rest my case.
Jadoa curls over, reacting to the shot to the junk, but Sean gives him no time to breathe, jerking the chain backward sending Jadoa in a front flip onto the canvas. With Jadoa's back flat on the mat, Sean moves in closer, then, with a firm grasp on the chain, tugs the chain up, bringing Jadoa's upper body up off the canvas. When the time is just right, Sean catches Jadoa's head in a Reverse DDT position, then drops back hitting his original finishing maneuver; The Heartbreaker!
Matthew Werner: WHAT?! Sean with a Heartbreaker! He hasn't done that in years!
Matt Steel: These two are pulling out all of the stops here tonight.
With Jadoa down, Sean opts not to go for a cover, but rather rushes to a far corner, lowering his base and setting up for a Charging Lariat. He waits patiently as Jadoa slowly makes his way back to his feet, then just at the right time, rushes toward his opponent and connects with a powerful Charging Lariat, following up immediately with a cover!
Matthew Werner: CHARGING LARIAT! THIS ONE IS DONE! SEAN'S GOT THE PIN!
... 1 ...
Matt Steel: Oh man, you know Kraig is sweating right now!
... 2 ...
Matthew Werner: Sean's going to be the number one contender!
Just at the very last second, Jadoa somehow manages to kick out! Sean looks down at Jadoa, first with an expression of disbelief, but it quickly shifts into one of certainty. He rises up off the canvas, bringing Jadoa up with him, then places him in position for the Brainbuster. With a big handful of Jadoa's trunks, Sean hoists his opponent high in the air and just as Jadoa's toes are straight above him, Sean drops him down with a sick Brainbuster right on the top of the skull!
Matthew Werner: The Brainbuster! Sean's looking to put Jadoa away once and for all!
Quickly, Sean floats over into a cover.
Matt Steel: He's got the pin.
... 1 ...
Matthew Werner: This could be it.
... 2 ...
Matt Steel: Two!
At about two and two thirds, Jadoa pops his shoulder up however Sean seems prepared for it, using Jadoa's own momentum to turn him back into a front face-lock position. Lifting him up off the canvas, Sean stands upright, holding Jadoa in a suplex position. He drags his thumb across his throat, signalling the end, then hoists Jadoa up in the air once more. This time, however, he turns Jadoa's body in air and drops down, catching him in a Sit-Out Tombstone Piledriver, and completing his ultimate coup de gras; The Bolt of Blazing Gold!
Matthew Werner: SEAN WITH THE BOLT OF BLAZING GOLD! THIS ONE HAS TO BE OVER!
Sean turns onto Jadoa's chest, his left forearm buried in Jadoa's neck and right palm pressed on his chest for the cover.
Matt Steel: The pin!
... 1 ...
Matthew Werner: One!
... 2 ...
Matthew Werner: Two! He might have it!
... 3 ...
Matthew Werner: Three!
Ding! Ding! Ding!
Matthew Werner: He's done it! Alex Sean has beaten Jason Jadoa! Alex Sean is the number one contender!
Matt Steel: What a war.
"99 Problems" rings out over the sound system, but it is almost drowned out by the enormous ovation from the audience, both celebrating Sean's victory and in appreciation for the match they just saw. After a few moments, Sean manages to make it to his feet, his left arm holding his ribs. The official steps in, unfastening the collar, then moves beside Sean and grabs his wrist. The official raises it in the air as Keri Thames makes the official announcement.
Keri Thames: Here is your winner... Alex Sean!
As Sean's hand is raised, a figure is seen hopping the barricade and rushing toward the ring, quickly recognized as Calvin Lee.
Matthew Werner: What is he doing here!?
Lee slides in under the bottom rope and immediately rushes Sean, crashing him down to the canvas with a forearm to the back of the head.
Matthew Werner: FOR THE LOVE OF GOD! THIS IS DESPICABLE!
Matt Steel: I can't say I agree with it but you had to see it coming, Matthew.
Calvin Lee quickly goes to work, putting the boots to Sean as from behind the curtain walks King Kraig, a microphone in his hand.
King Kraig: Yes! Yes! Take him out!
The official attempts to separate Lee from Sean, but Calvin cracks him with a forearm, then goes back to work on Sean. As this is going on, Jason Jadoa begins to stir, making his way to his hands and knees.
King Kraig: TAKE HIM OUT CALVIN! You too Jason! Get up and finish the job!
It's at this point that Jason Jadoa sees the attack, Sean defenseless on the canvas getting assaulted by Calvin Lee.
Matthew Werner: I just can't believe this. The man wins fair and square, and once again, King Kraig uses his cronies to try and take him out! Someone needs to do something!
Slowly but surely, Jason Jadoa makes his way to his feet and approaches the scene of the attack, Calvin Lee looking up at him between stomps with a suggestive look. Not like that, perv. More like "hey help me stomp this dude".
King Kraig: You heard me! Get on him!
Jadoa stares down at Sean, then out at the audience, who's celebratory cheers have now turned into a rumbling chorus of boos. Jadoa then puts his hand on Calvin's shoulder, seemingly so he can get a piece of Sean. However as Lee backs up, Jadoa instead catches him off guard with a hard uppercut to the throat!
Matt Steel: What the!?
Matthew Werner: I can't believe this! Jason Jadoa is attacking Calvin Lee!
As Calvin Lee coughs from the shot, Jadoa backs him toward the ropes and irish whips up. As Lee rebounds, Jadoa connects with the Revelation, bringing his boot down with Calvin in a ferocious impact!
King Kraig: WHAT ARE YOU DOING!? YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO ATTACK SEAN!
Jadoa stares up toward the stage for a moment at Kraig, then flips him off, which only further enrages the President of the WFWF.
King Kraig: HOW DARE YOU! Jason Jadoa, you are fired! You hear me?! You're done! Finished! Aggh!
Overwhelmed by the moment, Kraig storms back through the curtain just as Jadoa grabs ahold of Calvin Lee by the head and tosses him over the top rope to the floor, or symbolically the core of the death star as to complete the "Return of the Jedi" moment of the evening.
Matthew Werner: What a turn of events! Jason Jadoa, ladies and gentlemen, has just been fired by King Kraig but with that said, he did the right thing here tonight.
As Calvin Lee scurries off toward the stage, exiting the ringside area, Jadoa turns his attention toward Sean, who has managed to make it to one knee. He moves in, then offers his hand to Sean, who accepts and Jadoa helps him back to his feet. However upon seeing Jadoa, Sean shoves him off.
Matt Steel: That's awfully unappreciative, if you ask me.
Sean and Jadoa stare one another down for several moments, each waiting for the other to make the first move. Finally, Sean nods his head at Jadoa, a silent acknowledgement of respect, to which Jadoa responds the same.
Matthew Werner: Well, cooler heads have prevailed here and I have to imagine it's because, despite their differences, these two men just took one another to the very brink and, win, lose, or draw, neither has anything to be ashamed of and both men can take pride in what they did here tonight.
With that, Sean exits the ring, making his way toward the ramp, but still keeping Jadoa in his sights. Sean makes his way to the curtain, stepping through, leaving Jadoa alone in the ring.
Matthew Werner: I never thought before tonight that I might be seeing Jason Jadoa in a WFWF ring for the last time, but it appears that may just be the case.
Finally, we begin to fade to black, as we go into a commercial for the WFWF's next PPV event, and the shot of Jason Jadoa standing in the center of the ring fading into darkness.
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Post by sonstuds on Jun 4, 2011 15:15:20 GMT -5
Matthew Werner: [/color] And now it’s time for our main event, and when you consider the history and events that have surrounded both of these men for the past two years ... Matt Steel:[/color] It’s personal, Matthew. Matthew Werner:[/color] Indeed it is. The rhythmic opening drum beats draw a pop from the crowd as the tron treats them to several shots of California palm trees and Los Angeles skyline. As Kanye's verse begins DGX emerges from the back adorned with his tag team title belt around his waist to an overwhelming reception as he turns his back to the crowd and rocks his vintage double biceps pose from behind before he turns and faces the adoring public with a grin. As the verse gives way to the chorus and more scenic shots emerge mixed with amazing in ring footage of DGX he smiles and raises his right hand rocking the XWA Lord of the Ring signet ring as gold pyro fires off behind him up and down with a hiss. DGX then saunters to the ring, playing to the crowd enroute.Matt Steel:[/color] He’s a crowd pleaser, that’s for sure. He steps boldly up the stairs and struts to the ring apron before taking a large step into a wide stance on the apron as flashbulbs fire off by the hundreds and thousands before he enters the ring! DGX walks to the middle unhooking his championship belt and proceeds to hold it above his head with pride before hands it to the referee and moving to his corner where he begins to warm up as "Amazing" shuts off. The lights dim as burgundy and gold strobe lights begin to flash around the arena.I'm living in that 21st century
Doin' something mean to it
Do it better than anybody you ever seen do it
Screams from the haters, got a nice ring to it
I guess every superhero need his theme music
No one man should have all that powerOnce the beat picks up EBR finally emerges from the back, greeted by the predictable chorus of boos. Without hesitation the Heavyweight Champion simply walks towards the ring, up the ring steps, and through the second and third ropes.Matthew Werner:[/color] Considering everything that has gone on involving EBR and DGX it’s no surprise that he’s wasting no time here. The music gradually fades out and the lights resume to normal as EBR stays in one corner and DGX in the other, EBR eyeing him down the entire time.Keri Thames:[/color] The following match is scheduled for one fall and is for the World Heavyweight Championship! Introducing first ... he is the challenger ... weighing in at two hundred and twenty five pounds and standing at six foot one inches ... he is the current WFWF Tag Team Champion ... D-G-X! Yay!Keri Thames:[/color] And ... standing at six foot three inches ... weighing in at two hundred and fifty five pounds ... he is the WFWF Heavyweight Champion ... E-B-R! Boo!Ding! Ding! Ding!As the bell is rung EBR is quick to charge at DGX, connecting with a hard forearm which sends him rocking into the turnbuckles. EBR fires away with several more to DGX’s face. The Tag Team Champion begins to slump in the corner as the referee looks for it be broken, which EBR obliges too but not before a couple of hard stomps to DGX’s face.Matthew Werner:[/color] You think of all the ways DGX has one-upped EBR in the past several months and this type of approach by EBR should come to no surprise. After completing the necessary task EBR returns to DGX, pulling him out of the corner and elbowing him in the side of the head. After a couple of knees to DGX’s midsection EBR bounces off the ropes in front of him, looking for a running forearm on the rebound. Fortunately for DGX, he sees this coming at the last second and connects with a short drop-kick to EBR’s right knee, sending him crashing into the canvas, gathering cheers from the crowd.Matt Steel:[/color] I don’t know why everyone is against EBR here. DGX did turn on him first. Is it just me or has that always been a fact that’s just been kind of glossed over. Matthew Werner:[/color] I think a lot of the criticism regarding EBR is more his decision to align himself with Kraig and cost Alex Sean the Heavyweight Title then it has anything to do with DGX, if we’re being perfectly honest. Matt Steel:[/color] This is America, Matthew; I thought it was the land of opportunity. Not wanting any of EBR in a brawling capacity DGX keeps his attention on EBR’s leg, dropping a couple of quick elbows on it before turning EBR over onto his stomach. He grabs the right leg, lifting it off the canvas before dropping the knee right back down to the canvas.Matthew Werner:[/color] Smart strategy by DGX. Try and take the bigger man’s leg out. DGX doesn’t want to try and get into a brawl with EBR. Trying to end this as quickly as possible DGX applies a Half Crab, flexing EBR’s leg in unnatural ways. The referee begins to ask EBR if he submits, but the champion doesn’t even feel the need to reply as he shows impressive resolve and twists his upper body, connecting with several punches to DGX’s kidneys which force DGX to break the hold.Matt Steel:[/color] But E’s bringing the brawl anyways! Re-approaching the still downed EBR DGX is caught by surprise when E extends his foot, connecting with DGX’s midsection. Buckled over, it allows EBR the opportunity to grab DGX by his hair and roughly jerk him down to the canvas. Once there, EBR fires way with several punches to his former partner’s face. In an act of pure desperation DGX swipes at EBR’s eyes. It works, and EBR’s attacked is halted long enough for DGX to make his way out of the ring to buy some time.Matthew Werner:[/color] Another solid strategy by DGX. Matt Steel:[/color] Yeah I don’t think anyone is gonna question that DGX is the smarter of the two ... no offense to EBR or anything. Considering their history EBR follows DGX out of the ring, DGX re-entering at the same time. Annoyed EBR slides back in, DGX drop-kicking in the head. It’s that psychological advantage again, rearing its ugly head and ish. With his strategy very clearly being to make EBR submit, DGX grabs a hold of EBR’s left arm, noticeably the left hand that is bandaged for whatever reason, and wraps his legs around that arm and EBR’s head.Matthew Werner:[/color] Going for a Triangle Choke here! DGX audibly taunts EBR, calling for him to quit, as the referee asks E if that’s what he’d like to do. It sucks to be choked out and stuff. DGX begins to squeeze his legs together, but amazingly, EBR is able to bring his body off the canvas, enough so that he’s on one knee. Caught off guard but not deterred DGX keeps the hold applied, but again EBR rises, this time so that he’s now standing! It doesn’t take long before EBR slams DGX into the mat, thus breaking the hold.Matt Steel:[/color] Unfortunately for DGX he couldn’t really prepare for that. Grabbing DGX’s legs in a Wheelbarrow position EBR elevates DGX’s body, and once he’s nearly vertical EBR pops his hips, driving DGX’s head back down with an STO in the move he dubs the “Bacdafucup”! Not wasting any time, EBR pulls the slowly struggling DGX back up, hooking him from behind and hurling him into the turnbuckles with the Cineplex!Matthew Werner:[/color] Could have broken his neck! Matt Steel:[/color] I’m sure that’s exactly what he was trying to do. D’s made E look bad lately. With the match going his way, EBR again nears DGX, presumably looking to finish it. In another act of pure desperation and another display of it working, DGX shoots his arm up, hitting EBR in the balls and sending him to a sudden halt. Clutching at his testicles DGX is allowed the opportunity to get back to his feet, dashing off the ring ropes and sending EBR onto his back with a Flying Forearm Smash. After showing his skillz via kipping up DGX waits for EBR to do the same, performing a swinging sidewalk slam into a backbreaker! He keeps EBR on his knee temporarily, reeling him back up and capping it off with a Zig-Zag!Matthew Werner:[/color] Great combination! DGX hooks EBR’s leg.... 1 ... ... 2 ... Matthew Werner:[/color] Could have him! EBR kicks out.Matt Steel:[/color] Say what you will about EBR and his ethics and how he got the Heavyweight Title, but give the man some respect. He’s not going to go down that easily. DGX looks up a sh*t eating grin plastered on his face, and in a display of arrogance and generally dick-headiness begins to slap EBR on the back of the head.Matthew Werner:[/color] DGX just toying with EBR, clearly trying to get into his head. As EBR begins to make it up DGX continues with the playful smacks, backing off into the ropes in front of him. Unexpectedly for him, EBR dives foward, chop blocking DGX and sending him face first into the mat!Matt Steel:[/color] Well that certainly didn’t work. Measuring DGX up from behind EBR slides his elbow pad off, throwing it out to the crowd as he runs towards DGX.Matthew Werner:[/color] He’s looking for that infamous George Atkinson Lariat! Somehow knowing it’s coming, which makes sense considering he was well aware of E’s endeavours in ’09 ducks at the last minute. EBR turns around, and DGX is able to pop off a Belly-to-Belly Throw.Matt Steel:[/color] D protectin’ his neck, Wu-Tang style. DGX picks up EBR, elevating him onto his shoulder in a Canadian Back-Breaker before he drops him with a Falling Neck-Breaker. Thinking about making a pin attempt, but then thinking better of the idea, DGX instead exits the ring and ascends the turnbuckles.Matthew Werner:[/color] And to anyone who’s familiar with DGX they knew what he’s looking for. Once there DGX looks towards the crowd with a smirk on his face, then back down at EBR, before taking to the skies and spiking his elbow into EBR’s heart with an Aerial Elbow. Homage and stuff.Matthew Werner:[/color] The momentum is completely swinging in DGX’s direction here. Matt Steel:[/color] Not good for EBR. Or Kraig. You have to assume how pissed he’d be if the guy who kicked him in the face wins the Heavyweight Title. DGX springs up, setting in the corner as he begins his signature stomping taunt, anticipating the Breakdown and another Heavyweight Title reign.Matthew Werner:[/color] He’s measuring him up! Just as it seems a new Champion is nigh, EBR ducks the move! DGX turns around and swings a wild right for EBR’s head. EBR swipes it away, in turn sending DGX spinning with his back to him. EBR grabs his body and lifts it onto his shoulders, only to drop him on his head with the Illmatic!Matthew Werner:[/color] Oh! Illmatic! This should be it! Rather then make a pin however, EBR mounts DGX and connects with right after right to DGX’s face!Matt Steel:[/color] ... Yikes. Matthew Werner:[/color] You have to assume that EBR is just trying to put the final exclamation point on this, and more importantly, on DGX. EBR continues this completely and utterly undeterred. The crowd watches on in silence, the proverbial air taken out of the arena as DGX’s face continues to get hammered, the effects beginning to show as the bruises mount.Matthew Werner:[/color] This is getting unnecessary right here. Matt Steel:[/color] Well I mean ... I like D and all ... but he started all of this. He just kept poking the bear. Already knocked out, as he’s been for most if not all of the attack considering the lack of resistance, the referee finally sees enough and orders for the bell to be rung. Just as the bell is rung EBR connects with one final punch, this one noticeably, with his bandaged left hand. Keri Thames:[/color] ... Your winner ... by knockout ... and STILL Heavyweight Champion ... EBR! “Power” begins to play as EBR gets to his feet, leaning over the top rope and looking to the crowd, nodding his head to the beat of the music. He steps over DGX’s unconscious body to be handed his Heavyweight Title, which he confidently slings over his shoulder.Matthew Werner:[/color] And EBR ... finally ... got that monkey off his back. Matt Steel:[/color] And then some. Despite the nonchalant expression on his face EBR mounts the turnbuckles, dramatically extending his right arm in the air in a sign of victory as red, white, and blue confetti begins to fall from the rafters, covering the ring.Matthew Werner:[/color] ... Wha ... why? Matt Steel:[/color] Aha ... inspirational. Naturally, the boos begin to mount. EBR could not care less.Matthew Werner:[/color] These fans are not happy. Matt Steel:[/color] Somewhat understandable. They paid good money to be here and ... if we're being perfectly honest, this match didn't live up to the hype and was kind of a bust. Hopping off the turnbuckle EBR exits the ring, approaching a nearby camera as his words are audibly caught.[/color] EBR:[/color] The king's been gone for too long but he back. He back. That b*tch wanted EBR ... well ... EBR here now. Let this be a lesson. I'm putting warrants on all y'all! All y'all! 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Post by sonstuds on Jun 4, 2011 15:30:34 GMT -5
- Much love to Cameron, Hutton, Alex, Ace, Schneider, Thunder, D, Trace, and Horror for their contributions. by the people for the people ftw.
- Sean vs. Jadoa is Match of the Night. (Bringin' it back!)
- I'm also jacking this idea from Kyzer so have at it. I want replies in here dammit.
Favorite Match:
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Post by Prophet of Ash on Jun 4, 2011 17:47:55 GMT -5
OH MY GOD, I WON. I AM SO SURPRISED.
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Post by ZMaster on Jun 4, 2011 18:34:02 GMT -5
All I can say is simply say is that I enjoyed the show from top to bottom. Good work.
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Post by bad guy™ on Jun 4, 2011 20:34:52 GMT -5
Stone contributed too, I'd just like to throw that out there so he's acknowledged for his match and his promos.
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Post by kurtangleisgod on Jun 4, 2011 21:33:54 GMT -5
He mentioned me actually.
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Post by sonstuds on Jun 4, 2011 22:07:48 GMT -5
Yeah Cam was literally the first person I gave a shout-out too. to Horror; come at me, bro.  |
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Post by bad guy™ on Jun 4, 2011 23:40:07 GMT -5
Yeah Cam was literally the first person I gave a shout-out too. to Horror; come at me, bro. Today was my graduation. I'm tired as  . I believe that some slack should indeed be cut.  |
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Post by Prophet of Ash on Jun 5, 2011 9:08:00 GMT -5
Hear that E? He agrees with our plan to impeach him. Cut the slack!
I mean...
Nothing.......
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Revvie®
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Somewhere between Reality, and the Absurd
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Post by Revvie® on Jun 5, 2011 9:16:53 GMT -5
Honestly this is one a great ppv and I am glad to have finally finished my feud with alex....great match you wrote man, and its great that you will be revs last true competitor. That being said, I love this fed and hope it moves swimmingly. And thanks to EBR and Horror for making my last feud possible.
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Post by Ace Bennett on Jun 5, 2011 9:57:42 GMT -5
Great write up. Good luck to Rev and ZMaster in whatever they plan on doing with their time now.
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Post by kurtangleisgod on Jun 15, 2011 16:54:37 GMT -5
Late on this, but told you I was going to post it how you asked.
Favorite Match: Jadoa/Sean: Not just cause of the length it was the flow. It flowed very naturally, and come across in an excellent way.
Favorite Rp for the Show: Don't have time to re read them all right now
Biggest Surprise Of the Night: Malakai as surprise opponent, and winning the belt.
Favorite Spot: Not a total spot, but Zmaster getting stuck in the cage and Malakai climbing out. Just cmae across as an awesome visual.
Best Moment of the Show: Jadoa getting fired for doing theright thing.
General Analysis of the Show: Was a really good event, the Sean/Jadoa match was like a mtch of the year thing haha, and i also enjoyed the national title match a lot, and zmaster/malakai. Hopefully people enjoyed my match.
Rating out of 10:
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