SuperBrawl VII Results - 8/11/11

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Kylie Olsen: I won! Phil, I won my first match!


Schneider rolls up his sleeves on his hoody, grabs the scissors that Kylie was just using to cut off her tape. He grabs a roll of tape with his other hand and starts taping his hands up. Then his wrists. He goes midway up the forearms, then cuts the tape. He’s already in his ring gear otherwise.[/color]


Kylie Olsen: Phil, I won! Don’t you have some sort of congratulatory message of wisdom? “You may have won tonight, but you’ll have far more important battles in the future?”


Phillip Schneider: No Kylie, I don’t. because tonight isn’t about you. I didn’t even watch your match. My focus tonight is what my focus has been for the last month. The National title. Tonight is the final piece to a puzzle I’ve been working on since December 2003. I got all the edge pieces laid down. I’ve got all the pieces next to them laid down. I’ve kind of worked a spiral from the edges, since December 2003. Two tag team championships, an International championship, being at the very top of the game for seven months, the WFWF Heavyweight championship.. But as I assembled this puzzle and learned of the picture it showed.. I realized some years ago, I was missing a piece. The wars with Reverend Shadow and Wayne McGurk, sure, they’ve got small pieces to this puzzle.. But right in the middle.. I’m missing a piece.. This is the story of my career, Kylie. And the final piece of this puzzle, the picture of me with my Grand Slam, the four championships.. I’m missing the piece that is the National title.. Now in a few short minutes, I’m going to go out there, I’m going to climb a ladder, and I’m going to finish this puzzle once and for all, because frankly, I’m tired of looking at this incomplete puzzle and I’m ready to move on to a more important project. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to go warm up..


Schneider walks away from where ever it is they are having this conference. Percy walks up to the area.[/color]


Percy Jackson: Hey Kylie, do you have any Tylenol? My hand is killing me..


Kylie Olsen: All out.. But you’re probably going to need something a bit stronger than Tylenol to kill that pain..


Percy Jackson: Want to go for a little walk?


The pair walk off as we cut back to ringside.[/color]


Matthew Werner: What a night we have had thus far folks, and we're only just getting started!


Matt Steel: No kidding Werner. This next match is going to be big! Like... Really big!


Keri Thames: Ladies and Gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall!


The opening drums of "Never Alone" thunder out over the loudspeakers as David Brennan steps out from behind the curtain and onto the ramp. His march to the ring is swift and determined as he decidedly stares straight ahead, ignoring the thunderous jeers, boos, and accusations of racism and hatred from the crowd. He ascends the steel steps into the ring, stopping now at the corner post to look over his shoulder with hardened glare over the ruthless crowd, before ducking beneath the top rope and climbing into the ring. He removes his green flight jacket, tossing it outside the ring, and stretches his arms out wide, giving the crowd a full glimpse of his proudly worn skinhead attire as the music fades out.[/color]


Keri Thames: Making his way to the ring first, hailing from Allentown, Pennsylvania and weighing in tonight at two hundred and forty three pounds; David Brennan.


Matthew Werner: The fans filling the Superdome showing David Brennan no love as usual. And yet, they sound excited even as they boo.


Matt Steel: Can you blame them? Guess who's back!


The eerie yet beautiful atmospherics of Heart Space echo around the arena and the lights fade to darkness. As the vocals ease in the lights flicker with each word until the industrial drums hit the PA and the focus is brought to the top of the ramp. Drakz steps out on to the stage wearing the same sinister smile he has worn for the last 7 years of his WFWF career. His hood covers his head and remains that way as he begins to swagger down the ramp toward the ring, nodding his head to the beat all the while. He hops up onto the ring apron and takes a look around the arena at his loving fans. While in the past people have been undecided about this superstar now they can't get enough of him and he knows it. He steps under the top rope and pulls his hood down as he enters the ring spinning around with his arms out, hands open and head bowed a little to acknowledge the crowd and thank them. He then unzips his hooded top and throws it to the corner before psyching himself up for the match ahead.[/color]


Keri Thames: And his opponent, weighing in tonight at two hundred and forty six pounds and making his return to the WFWF! DRAKZ!


Matthew Werner: Man oh man, what an ovation!


Matt Steel: And it only seems to get louder here as we get underway!


David Brennan, having never met Drakz in the ring before and sharing no history with the man, makes it know quickly that he wishes nothing more than to defeat the returning WFWF veteran in his SuperBrawl debut, Brennan going quickly in on the attack as he strikes Drakz with a kick to the midsection as the pair go to lock up at center ring. Showcasing his brawling skills right from the start, Brennan forces Drakz back into the near corner and unloads upon the former WFWF World Champion until the referee, his count at four, finally takes issue and pulls David back from his opponent. Drakz takes the momentary distraction to his utmost advantage as he tosses David into the corner he'd just resided in and begins to unload with a series of his own punches, Drakz rocking Brennan's midsection before pulling his head down into a staggering series of knees to the cranium.[/color]


Matthew Werner: Good grief. Right off the bat and we've got one massive brawl between these two guys.


Matt Steel: And I think Brennan may have underestimated what a vet like Drakz can do. Rust or no rust.


The referee takes issue with Drakz' actions as well and begins to count until Drakz pulls Brennan from the corner and sends him to the canvas with a belly to belly suplex. Flipping over quickly, he hooks the leg for a quick pin attempt![/color]


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Brennan forces his shoulder off the canvas however, quickly trying to make some space between himself and Drakz even as Drakz does his damndest to continue throwing punches at his downed foe. Brennan escapes and manages to catch Drakz as he gives chase, David tossing the WFWF Hall of Famer forward into the second turnbuckle face first. Brennan pulls himself free of Drakz' clutches and takes a few seconds to steady himself before stepping forward and driving a massive kick into Drakz' ribs. Drakz is sent up off the mat for a second before he crashes to the canvas, David grabbing his foe by the leg and pulling him to center ring before dropping for a pin attempt of his own.[/color]


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Matthew Werner: This match has started off fast and physical, with both men now trading a near fall.


Matt Steel: This is a big match for both buys and, with that said, a really big win for whoever comes out on top. Can't say I'm surprised at the pace here.


But Drakz too forces his shoulder off the canvas, Brennan quickly transitioning into an inverted front facelock on Drakz as he returns to his feet and brings his foe back up with him. Hardly wasting a moment, David drops straight back down to the mat and drives Drakz into the canvas with an evenflow DDT. Once more, Brennan goes for the cover.[/color]


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Once more Drakz forces his shoulder off the canvas, Brennan refusing to let up on his assault as he swings himself around the former WFWF Champion and applies a rear chinlock. Drakz struggles quickly as his airway is cut off, forcing his way back to his feet slowly before driving a series of elbows into the midsection of Brennan. The third elbow breaks the grip and sends David back a step, Drakz swinging quickly with a right hand that David just manages to duck underneath. Coming up behind the WFWF veteran, Brennan leaps up and sends Drakz back to the canvas with a picture perfect dropkick; David going again for a cover.[/color]


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Matthew Werner: Even as Drakz continues to kick out, I'm starting to think he may have a little too much rust to win this.


Matt Steel: He's returning from a long break Werner. He's got to find his stride again and then work on getting back in the driver seat. It takes time, so have some patience.


Things continue to look poor for Drakz as Brennan goes right back to the rear chinlock after the veteran kicks out again, David cinching in his hold tighter as he tries to choke the life out of his foe. The lights seem to dim for Drakz as his arms look to be growing heavier, falling slowly limb at his side until a massive surge from the crowd in the Superdome spurs the former WFWF Champion back to life after only one official fall of his arm from the referee. Again the elbows stagger David enough to break the chinlock but this time it is Brennan who goes immediately for more offense, swinging with a right hand of his own that Drakz ducks underneath. Brennan spins around in time to catch a kick aimed for his midsection and tosses the boot aside, David caught completely by surprise as Drakz follows through on the spin and catches him with a massive kick to the skull that leaves both men down.[/color]


Matthew Werner: What a massive kick! Both men are down! This could be the deciding moment of the match!


Matt Steel: So don't ruin it by talking!


With Brennan stunned and Drakz still reeling from the lack of oxygen, the veteran barely beats the rookie back to a vertical base; Drakz hitting David with a boot to the midsection before applying a front facelock and sending Brennan to the canvas with a fisherman suplex. Drakz forgoes the cover however, rising quickly back to his feet and beginning to stalk his foe; the Superdome filling with energy as Brennan rises and quickly falls into the hands of the former WFWF Champion. Drakz applies the pumphandle position and scoops David up to his shoulders but the newcomer counters and rolls off; Brennan grabbing Drakz by the back of the head and the waistband of his pants and stepping forward, tossing Drakz between the top and second rope into the steel post. With a small smirk upon his face, David Brennan steps to the apron and shoves Drakz back into the ring before quickly ascending to the top rope. With Drakz doubled over and clutching his shoulder, Brennan leaps for The Fresh Cut![/color]


Matt Steel: Looking for The Fresh Cut here.


Matthew Werner: DRAKZ DODGED IT!


Matt Steel: My ears!


Drakz stands up just at the last second and avoids the contact, stumbling back toward center ring as Brennan is left to crash and burn; forcing himself up to his feet in an instant as he clutches his right leg in pain. His own momentary distraction costs him as he stumbles back into Drakz' clutches, the returning WFWF Hall of Famer scooping up from the pumphandle position and quickly dropping Brennan on his head with the Needle Damage and holding on for the pin.[/color]

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Ding! Ding! Ding![/color]


Keri Thames: Ladies and Gentlemen, here is your winner; Drakz!


Matthew Werner: Drakz has done it! He's won in his return!


Matt Steel: Way to just repeat Keri's announcement in two sentences, but congratulations to Drakz regardless. What a match!


The camera cuts to the backstage area as we see the current World Heavyweight Champion EBR walking down the hallway equipped with his gym bag. Fashionably late, wut wut. A mixed reaction is drawn from the Superdome crowd watching on the video tron, one that quickly turns to boos as EBR continues down the hallway and is drawn face to face with President & CEO King Kraig.


A long silence commences as neither man speaks and we share the tension created by the two men with their controversial partnership. After several moments EBR finally breaks the noiselessness.[/color]


EBR: You’re in my way, bro.


With his anger nearly impossible to hide Kraig temporarily glares at EBR once more before he steps out of the way, giving EBR the opportunity to pass. He does just that. Kraig watches EBR the entire time, the Heavyweight Champion paying no mind and never as much as looking back.


We cut back to Matthew Werner and Matt Steel.[/color]


Matt Steel: Well that was awkward.


Matthew Werner: While I obviously don’t much care for his actions or the fact he put himself in that situation, I can at least appreciate EBR’s honesty in coming forward with what he knew. It’s fairly evident that King Kraig doesn’t share that same view point.


Matt Steel: I don’t think you’d appreciate it either if someone started droppin’ knowledge that leads to people calling for your job. I’ve supported EBR for quite some time but c’mon, that was shady. Anything he admitted Kraig did he went along with, then he breaks the news? Does have he have OJ’s other glove too?


Matthew Werner: I don’t think anyone is labeling EBR as a martyr – let’s be honest, he shouldn’t even be competing here tonight because of the suspension he should be serving, but at the same time the problem starts at the top. EBR was the only one who had the first-hand accounts that could criminalize Kraig, otherwise this could have continued for who knows how long.


Matt Steel: I’m not necessarily disagreeing; I’m just saying it’s a little weak. But you know, whatever ... moving along ...


We cut from the booth back to the arena. The entrance way is now lined with ladders, several more ladders around ringside. The WFWF National title hangs high above the ring. The bell sounds twice, then Keri Thames, standing in the center of the ring, introduces the match.[/color]


Keri Thames: The following match is a ladder match for the WFWF National title! The Only way to win this match will be to retrieve the championship belt from above the ring!


The lights dim. The yell of Papa Roach rings through the arena, the introduction to “Last Resort”. But it fades to a drum and guitar combination that is certainly not Papa Roach. In fact, it is Danzig. “Going Down To Die” is echoing through the P/A system. The lights begin to flash on the top of the stage. Phillip Schneider makes his way through the opening in the stage and towards the ring. Unusually, he has painted his face for the evening, a mostly black and white paint that somewhat resembles The Crow, but not the traditional Brandon Lee crow, and more like the 1996 sequel Crow. Schneider’s usual entrance hoody is replaced by a very loose fitting white button up dress shirt, all the buttons undone. Underneath, he has on a black t-shirt. He sulks towards the ring. From the shirt pocket of the dress shirt, he pulls out some sort of small bottle. He pulls the cap off and empties the contents over his head, dumping stage blood all over himself, staining the white shirt a crimson red.[/color]


Keri Thames: Making his way to the ring, the challenger, from Chicago, Illinois, weighing in tonight at two hundred and twenty pounds, coming into this match on a sixteen match win streak, he is “Mr. Self Destruction” Phillip Schneider!


Matthew Werner: Have any idea what that is all about?


Matt Steel: Not a damn clue, other than the fact Phillip Schneider is f*cking nuts.


Matthew Werner: A very different look to Phillip Schneider here tonight.


Schneider walks underneath the ladder featured the most predominantly at ringside and climbs to the ring apron. He peels off his bloody dress shirt and throws it to the floor. His long blonde locks are now heavily stained with the crimson liquid. The t-shirt he has on is a simple one. Black, sleeveless, two numbers, and two words. 17-0, National Champion. Schneider stretches his wrists a bit as the lights come back on.[/color]


Matthew Werner: With that stage blood all over him, Schneider looks like he’s been in a war before the match has even begun.


Matt Steel: Maybe it’s a bit of a psychological game with Hutton Brown. He shows Hutton, bust me open.. Cut my flesh.. You’re not going to know if you’ve done any damage, because my face is painted.. And I’m covered in blood before the match starts.. That’s the best I can make of it. I think he’s just crazy, myself.


Crying and hiding this feeling,
Running and fighting for freedom.
Crying and hiding this feeling,
Running and fighting for freedom.
Crying and hiding this feeling,
Running and fighting for freedom.
Crying and hiding this feeling,
Running and fighting for FREEDOM!


A whispering voice repeating the same phrase four times over leaves the crowd slightly unnerved until the heavy guitar rifts of “Impossible” by Manafest begins to rock the arena. Only seconds after the guitar lets loose does The Rated X Superstar burst out from behind the curtain to a thunderous ovation, Hutton pointing down at the ramp multiple times as he makes his way to the top of the ramp. Slapping his right hand off his chest three times, Brown shields his eyes from the blinding lights of the arena as he looks out at the crowd; The Rated X Messiah pointing toward a random fan before turning to his left and repeating the process. Nodding his head a few times, Brown continues his march to the ring as he moves down the ramp at a quick pace; Hutton slapping hands with a few fans on his way to ringside.[/color]


Keri Thames: Making his way to the ring, from Manhattan, New York; weighing in at two hundred and twenty five pounds; The WFWF National Champion, The Rated X Superstar, Hutton Brown!


Crossing to the steel steps quickly, Hutton climbs the steps and the apron with similar haste; Brown entering the ring quickly and making his way to the far corner. Climbing up to the second rope, Hutton brings his right hand up and pans the crowd once again; Brown taking a moment to point at certain members of this capacity crowd. Jumping down from the turnbuckle, Hutton takes a few moments to stretch and unwind; preparing himself for the upcoming match.


Both men stare upwards at the championship belt.[/color]


Matthew Werner: That’s what it’s all about.. These two men are about to go to war for that championship..


Matt Steel: The prestigious WFWF National title, held by such men as Ray Smith, Meg, Pierce Deville, Trace Demon, and Joe Bishop.


Matthew Werner: Pretty sure one of those people you just mentioned was, in fact, a woman.


Matt Steel: That’s no way to talk about Trace Demon when he’s not here to defend himself.


Bell sounds and this match is under way. Both men walk to the center of the ring. Schneider mockingly calls for a test of strength, mocking Hutton Brown’s injured hand.[/color]


Matt Steel: You’re supposed to be the broadcast journalist, Werner, what’s the condition of Hutton Brown’s hand coming into this match? I see the cast, the cast still stained with Phillip Schneider’s blood from Down in the Treme, so he’s obviously not at one hundred percent.


Matthew Werner: I’m honestly not sure, Matt. Hutton has kept the extent of his injuries close to him. I know he initially bandaged the arm because of the snake bite, but that was weeks ago. I’m guessing the attack on the arm from Schneider a few weeks ago did a lot more damage than Hutton would like to let on. I have to wonder if he even has medical clearance to be out here tonight, much less in a ladder match.


Hutton circles around Schneider. Schneider leg kicks Brown. A second leg kick from Schneider is caught and Hutton Brown throws him with a leg whip. Schneider tries to get to his feet and Hutton Brown clips the knee.[/color]


Matt Steel: Good logic from Hutton. Take out the legs and a man can’t climb a ladder.


Hutton Brown grabs the right leg of Schneider, lifting it up and smashing it into the mat. Hutton drops a Million Dollar Man like fist drop into the back of the knee of Schneider, with his cast. The added weight of the cast drops the fist drop like a brick, right into the back of the knee.[/color]


Matthew Werner: Good way to Charlie horse up the knee there..


Matt Steel: Phillip Schneider had better drink a lot of water.


Hutton climbs to the ring apron. He’s going for the ladder. Schneider scrambles to his feet and knocks Hutton off the apron and into the ringside guardrail. Hutton lands across the ringside rail sternum first, immediately going to the ground clutching his chest in pain.[/color]


Matt Steel: That could be a serious injury from Hutton.


Matthew Werner: The sternum isn’t a place you want to get injured, either. Any range of motion with your arms will cause an injured sternum pain, as will every breath you take.


Schneider takes a moment in the ring to regain his bearings. He’s trying to work the kinks out of his leg. Hutton Brown slowly to his feet. Schneider lets him regain his balance. Hutton grabs a ladder and folds it up. He pushes it into the ring under the second rope, bridging it on the bottom rope. Schneider puts his foot on it. He stops the ladder from coming into the ring. Hutton is pushing. It’s a tug of war over the direction of the ladder. Schneider gives the ladder a kick into the sternum of Hutton, which causes Hutton to lose the grip. Short burst run from Schneider, run back, then a baseball slide drop kick into the end of the ladder, propelling the ladder into Hutton Brown at ringside.[/color]


Matt Steel: I’m so glad the ladder went down and hit Hutton Brown.


Matthew Werner: What do you have against Hutton? I thought you disliked Schneider.


Matt Steel: I do, but if that ladder had went up, it would have gone over the rail, and would’ve been sailing over the rail at eye level into the audience.


Schneider to the outside. He grabs the ladder, lifting it up and slamming it down on Brown. Schneider looks over the ladder, then lifts it up, bridging it between the rail and the ring. Hutton Brown to his feet. He grabs Schneider by the blood stained long blonde locks and slams his face into the bridged ladder. Schneider stays on the ladder. Hutton climbs to the apron. He bangs his cast with his right hand. He backs to the turnbuckle, then runs forwards. He dives at Schneider and the ladder with his cast full ahead for a diving forearm. But Schneider moves. And Hutton crashes and burns THROUGH the aluminum ladder. The ladder crumbles like a soda can and leaves Hutton in a twisted mess of steel.[/color]


Matt Steel: Well that was incredibly dumb.


Matthew Werner: I think Hutton was going for a diving forearm, with the cast.. But he didn’t wear Schneider down nearly enough..


Schneider sulks around the ring. He grabs another non-damaged ladder and throws it into the ring over the top rope. Not satisfied, however, Schneider finds another weapon. A trusty steel chair.[/color]


Matt Steel: I don’t remember this being a chairs match. It’s a ladder match!


Matthew Werner: Are you going to be the one to stop him?


Matt Steel: No.


Hutton slowly pulling himself out of the wreckage of the ladder. Schneider rounds the corner of the ring. Schneider has the chair up. He’s ready to turn out Hutton’s lights. A swing.. And Hutton puts his hands up. Unlike the last time that this happened, Hutton’s wrist isn’t shattered.. Instead.. His cast is. A giant visible crack runs down the plaster of Hutton’s cast, as well as a white dust that flies from the shattering plaster.[/color]


Matthew Werner: Might’ve been better to have just taken the dead brain cells there, Hutton.


Matt Steel: Yeah, you’re a suave mother f*cker, you can spare a few brain cells.. But you can’t spare an arm..


Schneider throws down the chair and grabs Hutton by the wrist. Hutton is struggling to get free. He’s pulling. He’s prodding. He falls backwards.. And the cast stays in Schneider’s hand.[/color]


Matt Steel: Schneider broke the cast with that chair shot.. And now he’s got the cast off..


Matthew Werner: This could be not so good for the National Champion.


Hutton walking around the ring. He’s trying to regain his bearings and just be away from Schneider. Schneider rounds the corner after Hutton. Hutton grabs a ladder and recklessly throws
it at Schneider, hitting him mostly in the arm with the top of the ladder. Hutton rolls into the ring. Schneider throws the thrown ladder into the ring, over the top rope. Schneider lifts up the ring skirt. He’s looking for something under the ring, the number of ladders around ringside not sufficient plunder. He pulls out a long sheet of glass.[/color]


Matthew Werner: Well.. That’s.. that’s something..


Matt Steel: That’s glass! That is a sheet of glass!


Hutton has set the ladder up in the ring and is making his way up it to get his championship belt down. Schneider slides the glass into the ring, then climbs in himself. He walks under Hutton and hooks him by the hips from both sides, pulling him off the ladder and power bombing him to the mat.[/color]


Matthew Werner: Hutton was making a run for the title.


Matt Steel: Do it while Schneider is distracted with whatever he’s planning.. Get out of there before he can do it.


Hutton demobilized momentarily, Schneider goes back to his glass. He picks it up and bridges it in the corner. Hutton to his feet and he pushes the ladder over, into Schneider’s back. Hutton hits the ropes. A rebound, then a clothesline into the ladder, driving the ladder into Schneider and Schneider goes down. Hutton picks the ladder up and jams it downwards into the knee of Schneider, before bringing it back to center ring and putting it back in the climbing position.[/color]


Matt Steel: Hutton Brown is really trying to take out Schneider’s wheels so he can get up that ladder.


Matthew Werner: And since removing the cast, Schneider hasn’t been able to attack the hand at all.


Brown climbing up the ladder. Schneider to his feet, slowly. He walks to the ladder and starts climbing the other side. The two men meet at the top. A right hand from Brown. A left from Schneider. A right from Hutton. A second right from Brown, but Schneider catches the hand. Out of instinct, Hutton throws a left. Schneider releases the right hand and grabs the left hand in one fluid motion. Then he pushes Hutton off the ladder. For a brief moment, Hutton is left hanging only by his injured left arm, before Schneider loses his grip and Hutton slides down the ladder to the mat.[/color]


Matthew Werner: We don’t know the extent of the injury on that left arm.. But even if it’s not injured at all.. Hanging by one arm from a ladder will cause injury.


Matt Steel: No doubt. That will cause all sorts of hyper extinction and such. If that arm is broken, god only knows the pain surging through Hutton Brown right now.


Schneider is reaching for the championship. Hutton Brown brings a quick stop to this by pushing the ladder over and sending Schneider sailing into the ring ropes. Hutton brings the ladder back to a balance, but decides not to climb it. Instead, he goes back to work on Schneider. Scoop and a slam from Hutton. Hutton climbs to the middle rope. Diving leg drop from Hutton Brown. Hutton decides to roll to the outside. He grabs a ladder and throws it into the ring. Schneider is almost to his feet. Hutton clobbers him with a right forearm across the back.[/color]


Matthew Werner: Hutton Brown has the idea that he wants Schneider grounded.


Matt Steel: With ladders all over the place and glass in the ring, that may be the best strategy.


Hutton pulls the legs of the ladder open and puts Schneider’s legs between them. Hutton Brown slams the ladder shut. Then he stomps on it. Then, in an act of self deprivation, he does a back senton onto the ladder.[/color]


Matt Steel: That’s what the National title means to Hutton Brown. He’s willing to hurt himself, in order to hurt Schneider, in order to retain the title.


Matthew Werner: Neither of these two men are going to come out of this match the same way they went in..


Hutton goes to the ladder. Schneider is fiddling with his shorts pocket. Hutton starting the climb up. Schneider has something in his hand. Schneider starts climbing. Hutton at the top. Both of Hutton’s hands on top of the ladder for balance. Schneider raises his hand up and stabs downwards into the left hand with something.[/color]


Matthew Werner: What the hell??


Matt Steel: Those skewers! He pulled a f*cking skewer! And he just skewered Hutton Brown’s hand!


Hutton falls off the ladder. He’s clutching his hand in agony. Schneider drops the rest of his skewers to the mat and climbs up the ladder. He’s reaching for the title. Hutton’s having none of it. With a skewer still in his hand, he runs into the ladder like a bull. The ladder topples and Schneider crashes recklessly towards the mat. Breaking his fall was not the somewhat padded wrestling ring.. But the pane of glass he previously bridged in the corner! A huge explosion of glass sends shrapnel across the ring.[/color]


Matt Steel: That back fired.


Matthew Werner: And Phillip Schneider is now in a world of hurt!


Hutton pulls the skewer out of his hand. The tip that entered his hand is stained with crimson, but his hand is shockingly not bleeding much. Schneider, however, is a different story. He raises up from the wreckage of the pane of glass and his entire back is ripped to ribbons. Blood pours from Schneider’s back, his whole back looking like one big open wound. Schneider stumbles across the ring. With malice, Hutton Brown pushes the ladder, almost throwing it into Schneider’s face.[/color]


Matt Steel: When a man sees the sight of his own blood, he becomes a dangerous man. A wounded animal. I’m not talking about Schneider either. He’s used to falling into glass and getting all cut up.. I’m talking about Hutton Brown. I don’t know how many cuts he’s had in his career, but looking at him.. They aren’t many and I don’t think he’s ever been stabbed.


Hutton looks around the ring. He looks down at the discarded skewers. He grabs about five of them. Schneider is dizzy feet from getting whacked in the face with a ladder. Hutton stabs him right in the top of the head with his own skewers![/color]


Matthew Werner: Good GOD!


Matt Steel: You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting to see that! Schneider FINALLY tasted his own skewers!


Schneider screams in pain as the skewers penetrate his scalp. Hutton sets the ladder back up. He’s climbing towards the championship belt. Schneider on the move. The skewers are sticking out of Schneider’s head like an antenna. The two start trading blows on top of the ladder again. Right from Hutton. Right from Schneider. Right from Hutton. Schneider grabs Hutton by the head and bangs his face into the top of the ladder. Schneider takes a few steps up. He’s standing on the top rung of the ladder. He jumps. Schneider double stomps Hutton’s head, on top of the ladder! Both men go sailing to the canvas in an awkward human car accident![/color]


Matt Steel: Mario never jumped off sh*t to stomp Goomba heads!


Matthew Werner: That was one of the most ridiculously unsafe double stomps I have ever seen! And both men are down!


Schneider is the first to raise up from the horrible fall. He starts to climb the ladder, but he sees Hutton is stirring. Schneider pulls Hutton to his feet and throws him over the top rope, to the outside. Schneider now home free to climb the ladder and retrieve the National title. Up the ladder he goes, slowly.[/color]


Matthew Werner: He seems to have injured his knee or possibly quadriceps on that double stomp, Matt.


Matt Steel: Well, Hutton’s been working the knee for the entire match, so it’s really no surprise.


Schneider up the ladder. Hutton rolls back into the ring. He pulls himself to his feet. He pushes over the ladder and Schneider goes sailing into the ring ropes. Schneider and the ladder hit the top ring rope with such force that while Schneider goes to the mat, the ladder bounces back and drills Hutton in the face. Both men are down.[/color]


Matt Steel: I’ve seen demolition derbies with more finesse and less causalities, man. Jesus Christ!


Matthew Werner: These two men are laying it ALL on the line.


Matt Steel: And just think, this is only for the National title. What will happen when the International title is on the line?


Matthew Werner: I suspect it won’t be amplified to this level..


Matt Steel: But you don’t know, Matthew. You don’t know. This is Superbrawl. This is the biggest stage of the year. Everyone’s going to be on their A game. You know how many people wanted a spot on this show but couldn’t get one? This is it. This is our Superbowl. This is our World’s Series. This is our Stanley Cup. This is the big one.


Matthew Werner: You need to calm the hell down! What’s in that cup?


Matt Steel: Four Loko, iced coffee, and a little bit of crack.


Both men rising, crawling towards the ladder. Hutton starts to climb. Schneider pushes the ladder and Hutton takes a short fall, with the ladder, back to the mat. Schneider grabs the previously used leg ladder and tosses it on top of Hutton Brown as well. Schneider to the outside. He grabs a small ladder and throws it into the ring, landing on the Hutton ladder pile. Schneider grabs a chair. He crawls back into the ring and he starts to hammer on the ladder pile. One shot after another. Hutton is trying to crawl from underneath the ladders and he just catches a chair shot to the exposed back for his trouble. Schneider redirects the crawling Brown out of the ring under the bottom rope.[/color]


Matt Steel: Should’ve just stayed under the ladders..


Schneider grabs one of the worst for wear ladders and throws it over the top rope onto Hutton.[/color]


Matthew Werner: Take a ladder with you, Hutton Brown.


Schneider finds a ladder in decent shape. He sets it up in the center of the ring and starts the slow climb to the top. One rung at a time, Schneider climbs. Hutton is moving on the floor. Hutton back into the ring. He’s climbing the other side of the ladder. Schneider crawls up and over the top. Schneider standing on the top, just over Hutton. Hutton trying to climb up, Schneider kicking him in the face. Hutton grabs Schneider by both hips, then falls, effectively falling into a devastating power bomb off the ladder.[/color]


Matt Steel: Not next year, not next week.. TONIGHT.. These men will never be the same. They will get to the hotel tonight and know they’ve been through one hell of a ladder war.


Hutton climbs the ladder once more. All the way to the top. Hutton grabs the National title. He’s trying to unbuckle it. Schneider gets to his feet. He pulls the ladder from underneath Hutton. Hutton is hanging from the steel ring, just dangling high above the wrestling ring. Schneider scales the ladder himself. Hutton is swinging back and forth. He’s hanging on for his life. Schneider is trying to circumvent Hutton entirely and pull down the National title. Hutton swings his legs up, around the neck of Schneider, and swings him off the ladder and to the mat below.[/color]


Matthew Werner: SUPER SWINGING HURRICANRANA!


Matt Steel: With God as my witness, if either of these men can walk tomorrow, it’ll be a miracle.


Matthew Werner: What is the National title truly worth if you’re in no shape to ever defend it?


Both men stunned. Slowly to their feet. Both men up. Hard right from Hutton to the face of Schneider. Schneider hits the ropes. Yakuza kick from Schneider! Hutton absorbs the full force of the kick, and bounces into the ropes himself! Hutton rebounds back and hits Schneider with a lariat! Schneider doesn’t go down, instead bouncing back into the ropes, rebounding back, and throwing a second deadly Yakuza Kick into the face of Hutton Brown, BUT HUTTON DOESN’T GO DOWN![/color]


Matt Steel: This is the damndest thing I have ever seen.


Hutton is out on his feet. Left hand slap from Schneider. A right hand slap. Schneider spins and goes for a spinning back fist.. But Hutton catches the arm and takes Schneider to the mat with an arm bar, then locks in a modified crossface. He doesn’t lock it in, nor does he even try with his severely injured left hand. Instead, he moves to the already injured legs of Schneider, and locks in a sharpshooter.[/color]


Matthew Werner: Hutton brown trying to completely take out the legs of Phillip Schneider.


Matt Steel: I think for this match to end, someone is going to have to pull out a god damn revolver and shoot the other man right between the eyes with a silver bullet. Nothing less will bring this match to a conclusion.


Schneider is screaming in pain. Hutton is really pulling back on the sharpshooter. Schneider is trying his best to get free, but he’s stuck, and tight. Hutton Brown is pulling back and possibly doing permanent damage to the legs of Phillip Schneider with the leverage on the sharpshooter. But he lets the sharpshooter go. Schneider is on his hands and hips, crawling.. Hutton takes a few steps back, then runs forward and nails his signature Punt.[/color]


Matt Steel: A one way trip to Shin City for Phillip Schneider.


Matthew Werner: I don’t think that running shin was needed, because Schneider may already be done.


Matt Steel: I seen no silver bullets fired.


Hutton adjusts the ladder and starts up it. Exhaustion has clearly set in on Hutton. He’s slow up the ladder. But he makes it to the top. The belt is swinging and swaying. Schneider, miraculously, is recovering. He crawls to the ladder. Now in a reversal of scenarios from earlier, Schneider is crawling up the ladder and Hutton stands at the top. Schneider slowly up the ladder. Hutton is trying to stop the belt’s swing. Schneider is up the ladder. Elbow to the spine of Hutton Brown causes Hutton to fall. Schneider catches him. Schneider lets Hutton fall into his arms, flipping him over in the process. Hutton is now upside down, in Schneider’s arms, on the ladder. Schneider drops from the ladder, driving Hutton into the mat with his deadly driver.[/color]


Matthew Werner: BEVERLY KILLS 90210, OFF THE F*CKING LADDER! As if that move isn’t excessively dangerous enough, HE JUST DID IT OFF THE LADDER!


Matt Steel: He’s dead. Hutton Brown is dead. His neck is broken. It’s got to be.


Schneider is to his knees. He’s catching his breath. Blood is dripping from his head. He finally has the opportunity to pull the skewer out of the top of his head, throwing it away. Schneider starts up the ladder. He’s climbing slowly, favoring his legs as he climbs. Schneider is to the top of the ladder, but the title belt is swinging way too wildly. Schneider is trying to stop the belt, but it’s just swinging all over the place.[/color]


Matthew Werner: I think when Hutton was getting drivered off the ladder, he kicked the belt.


Matt Steel: On purpose?


Matthew Werner: I don’t think so.


Schneider stands at the top of the ladder. He’s watching the belt. he’s trying to stop the belt.. but it’s just swinging too wildly. It’s slowing.. But Hutton Brown is rising. Schneider realizes it’s a moot point to be trying to pull the belt down at this point. Schneider turns around on top of the ladder. Hutton is to his hands and knees. Schneider jumps off the ladder and drops an elbow to the back of Hutton Brown.[/color]


Matt Steel: Jesus man, that was an elbow drop from the top of a twelve foot ladder!


Matthew Werner: These two men will honestly never be the same again. This is the type of match that will forever shorten careers. We’ve seen Schneider in some bloodbaths.. But cuts heal. The type of damage they are doing here.. This is so much worse than minor cuts..


Schneider looks around the ring. He’s looking for a weapon. He looks at the glass. He walks over to the broken sheet of glass and starts looking for a decent sized piece.. But it’s completely shattered to nothing. Schneider just kicks a bunch of the fragments of glass Hutton’s direction. Schneider decides to go to the skewers. He grabs a few off the mat. He’s walking towards Hutton. Hutton is just now to his knees. [/color]


Matt Steel: Stay down! He’s going to poke you!


Matthew Werner: I think Hutton is still out of it from that Beverly Kills 90210 off the ladder..


Schneider grabs Hutton by the head. Schneider’s trying to get the skewers into Hutton’s head. Hutton has enough mind to put his hands up. He stops Schneider before Schneider can do any stabbing. Hutton, with his left hand, throws a wicked low blow.[/color]


Matt Steel: A punch to the mommy daddy button.


Matthew Werner: No fun for Kylie.


Matt Steel: I didn’t say it. That was Matthew Werner.


Schneider drops the skewers and starts to fall. Hutton scoops him up into a fireman’s carry position. Hutton can barely stand on his own, much less holding up Schneider, but he does it. And he spins Schneider around into a face buster.[/color]


Matthew Werner: The Original! Hutton Brown hit The Original!


Matt Steel: Have you ever seen anyone kick out from it?


Matthew Werner: Never!


Hutton falls to the mat. He can’t follow up on the move. He slaps hat his left hand on the mat with his right, trying to bring feeling back to the arm. Hutton can’t bring himself to his feet and Schneider is out of it.[/color]


Matt Steel: This one could go to a draw. What happens if neither man can climb the ladder? Does this match have a time limit?


Matthew Werner: I guess they are just going to fight until one of them is recovered enough to get up the ladder and pull the belt down..


Hutton is crawling towards the ladder. He hooks the bottom rung. He’s pulling himself up the ladder. And Phillip Schneider is rising. Hutton is slowly pulling himself up the ladder. He’s almost to the equal of being standing. Phillip Schneider is to his knees and crawling across the ring. Hutton’s foot to the bottom rung. Schneider has crawled to the ladder. Schneider is able to get to his feet and he starts up the ladder. Both men are just crawling. The title has stopped swaying mostly. Both men are starting up the ladder. They are moving at a snail’s pace, but a mostly equal pace.[/color]


Matthew Werner: Both men are crawling up the ladder. I’ve got to say, if one man stumbles off the ladder at this point.. The other man’s got it..


Matt Steel: The title is at balance here. It’s an arms race to the top of the ladder.


Both men are to the top, looking eye to eye. They begin to exchange blows. Hutton at this point doesn’t care and he’s throwing wild lefts with no regard, using his apparently numb to any feeling left hand like a club. Schneider is trading every punch right back. Neither man is backing down from the fisticuffs at elevation.


This stand still continues until one man finally falls off the ladder, crashing into the canvas below.[/color]


Matthew Werner: Phillip Schneider fell!! Phillip Schneider fell!!


Gingerly, Hutton Brown is finally able to unhook the National Title.[/color]


Ding! Ding! Ding![/color]


Keri Thames: Your winner of the match ... and STILL National Champion ... Hutton Brown!


“Impossible” by Manifest plays as Hutton Brown slowly descends down the ladder with the National Title slung over his shoulder.[/color]


Matthew Werner: Incredible. Simply incredible. These two men gave it everything they had here tonight.


Matt Steel: A match for the ages, no doubt.


Hutton Brown looks across the ring at the downed Phillip Schneider, and though Schneider is in no position to even notice him, Hutton Brown gives a courtesy nod of respect to his opponent.[/color]


Matthew Werner: It took eleven months and seventeen matches, but someone has finally defeated Phillip Schneider.


Matt Steel: Yeah well ... I’ve been in this industry for a lot of years, and let me just say that very few men in victory have ever shown more than Phillip Schneider did tonight.


Matthew Werner: That’s something I can agree with.[/center]

[/color]


Keri Thames: Making his way to the ring from Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, he is the WFWF International Champion, he is Thunder!


Thunder is smirking from ear to ear. He’s a bad guy, he knows it, and yet the fans love him anyways. He gives no love to his fans at all as he reaches the ring. Climbing in, he undoes his title and waits in the corner for Malakai.[/color]


’Anasasis (Xenophontis)’ by Parkway Drive begins to play. The fans boos are the loudest possible, the ones reserved for the lowest of the low in the WFWF. Suddenly though, static silences the boos. From there, there is silence. Everyone, Thunder included, begins looking around. Just then, a motorcycle is heard kicking up. Then, the guitar riff once made legendary by The Great One hits as ‘Sanctified’ by Wolfgang hits. Thunder’s smile drops. From behind the curtain comes Shawn Malakai, jacket and jeans, clearly riding Wayne McGurk’s Harley-Davidson. Thunder is seen running his fingers through his hair, clearly irritated.[/color]


Keri Thames: And the challenger, also from Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, he is Shawn Malakai!


Matthew Werner: The hell is going on here? Why is Malakai on Wayne’s bike?


Matt Steel: Malakai was in New York this week, I knew that much. I guess now we know why. He clearly made a special visit for a certain man’s blessing.


Malakai revs the bike as Yukio walks closely behind with the cross. The fans are no longer booing, but they’re not quite all cheering. It’s a mix. Maybe they know Malakai was being honest the whole time? Maybe they’re just happy to see a memory from The Great One. Regardless, Malakai for once not in his vestments, reaches the ring and dismounts the bike. The big man rolls under the bottom rope and in a flash is up on his feet. The ref calls for the bell.[/color]

As the bell rings, both men crack their knuckles and finish getting loose, Yukio cheering Malakai on and the fans cheering Thunder. Both leave their respective corners in the ring and meet up in the center. In the center of the ring, Malakai and Thunder circle the wagons so to say. They size the other up, looking for an opening. Almost as if knowing what the other’s thinking, they both half smirk, knowing what’s about to happen.[/color]


Matt Steel: It’s go time!


And just like that, Malakai cocks back and blasts Thunder square in the jaw. Thunder spins around and charges Malakai with a punch of his own. A left from Malakai, then a left from Thunder. A right from Malakai and a right from Thunder. They’re going at it! Thunder, even as the smaller man, is duking it out with Malakai who’s not afraid to dish back. It’s like a second wind for both men. Malakai delivers a dirty hit to Thunder below the belt and jumps him down and starts raining down fists on Thunder’s face. In survival mode, Thunder pokes Malakai in the eyes with his free hand and rolls Malakai over and starts tagging Malakai with elbows and fists.[/color]


Because Malakai’s been overtaken, Yukio Blaze rolls into the ring. Thunder, unaware, is hit in the back of the head by Malakai’s manager. Yukio picks Thunder up and socks him.[/color]


Matthew Werner: Oh come on now. Now it’s just unfair, even in a no DQ match.


Matt Steel: All’s fair in war.


Thunder backs himself up into the corner of the ring as Yukio helps Malakai up. Malakai and Thunder look half dead, but Yukio gives Malakai the unfair advantage. Thunder cracks his neck and pulls himself up to his feet. The crowd begins to cheer as ‘Falling In The Black’ by Skillet resonates throughout the arena. Yukio turns around and shoves Malakai. Into the ring enters the ‘Lost Soul’ Samael Ahriman.[/color]


Matt Steel: Oh sh*t. Here we go again!


Samael gets to his feet and spears Yukio.[/color]


Matthew Werner: YES! Payback to Yukio for starting this whole mess! It started with Samael being betrayed my Yukio and Malakai all those months ago and Samael’s arrived to finish it. GET HIM SAM!


Samael goes to town on Yukio, trying to erase any and all facial features Yukio Blaze has. They’re scrumming in the middle of the ring, rolling around. Yukio gets a great punch in and gets the advantage. Malakai and Thunder try to get in and break it up to continue their match. A stray punch hits Malakai from SOMEONE and like a switch, Malakai and Thunder go at it again.[/color]


Matt Steel: Round two!


The ref is in the ring, unable to do a damn thing about it as all four men brawl. It’s gone downhill quick and in a hurry.[/color]


Matthew Werner: It’s an all-out brawl.


Matt Steel: Reminds me of that Ottawa Philadelphia hockey fight a few years back.


Matthew Werner: They’re from Pittsburgh, Matt. It’s more like the Long Island Brawl.


Matt Steel: Which one’s Johnson and which one’s DiPitreo?


Matthew Werner: I guess we’ll find out soon enough.


It’s an all out slugfest, and the professionalism of professional wrestling has been kicked to the curb. It’s a disgusting display of violence, even in an I Quit match, and the fans are loving every moment of it! Thunder and Malakai are brawling on the mat and Samael and Yukio have gotten to their feet. Samael charges Yukio and they both go over the top rope and take the fight to the floor, Malakai and Thunder completely unaware. Samael drives Yukio into the turnbuckle on the outside and then whips him up and over the barrier as they take their fight out into the crowd. The fans are rabid.[/color]


Matthew Werner: You’d think the WFWF General Manager would be able to keep himself composed in a big, career defining match like this.


Matt Steel: Man, this match ain’t about careers. It never was. This stuff’s personal. It’s all about pride and ideology. All four men hate each other, and it just so happened to be Malakai and Thunder in a match on this stage. Any combination of the four would have resulted in an all out brawl like this.


Matthew Werner: It’s disgusting. It’s on level with some of Schneider’s antics, on a different scale naturally but still.


Matt Steel: Be happy. I was half tempted to start kicking your ass too at the height of it.


Matthew Werner: It’s still disgusting.


Matt Steel: It could have been worse.


Malakai up and tosses Thunder, who lands on his knees in the middle of the ring. Malakai rests in his corner, blood pouring from his mouth, a smile on his face. Thunder on the other hand in his corner has blood flowing from the side of his head, not quite as amused. They meet center of the ring again after their breather and tie up collar and elbow. Malakai takes over with a headlock. Just as quickly, Thunder roughs him off and into the ropes. Malakai bounces back into a dropkick by Thunder, placed beautifully into the chest of the big man, but both men stay down for another breather.[/color]


Matthew Werner: Down goes the big man!


Thunder stirs first and tries to get Malakai into a key-lock type hold, but Malakai pounds out of it. The big man swings at Thunder, only to miss and get locked in a headlock. Thunder, barely reaching, kicks Malakai’s left knee out and begins choking Shawn out. The ref asks him if he wants to quit and he says no. Some time passes, but then Malakai gets up and bull rushes backwards into the turnbuckle, crushing Thunder. He does an about-face and begins delivering blows to Thunder’s gut and chest. Malakai wraps his hands around Thunders throat and hoists him high onto the top of the corner and choke tosses him backwards, both men falling off but Thunder does a flip in the air, crashing hard. Malakai gingerly gets out of the ring and searches under the ring, finding a ladder left over from the National Championship match earlier, and it’s one of the big ones. He sets it up in front of the announce table. Malakai drags Thunder out of the ring and lays him on the commentators table, hurting bad. Malakai begins the ascent. He makes a sign of the cross, visible to all. He crosses his arms, hands on neck and falls backwards.[/color]


Matthew Werner: FREEFALL! OH MY GOD!


Matt Steel: I don’t think I’ve seen him do that since his match with Johnny Knight all those years ago.


Thunder rolls out of the way and Malakai crashes through the table. Whoops.[/color]


With Malakai falling victim to the vicious fall, the referee for the first time heads over to him with the microphone.[/color]


Referee: Do you want to quit?


Shawn Malakai: Hell no.


Despite the forceful reply, Malakai is clearly still not ready to mount any kind of offense. Thunder, on the other hand, is on the road to recovery. As Malakai slowly reaches his feet, Thunder picks up the steel steps and just waits. Once Malakai turns around, Thunder actually throws the steps right at the head of Malakai. A new cut opens on Malakai from it, and he collapses in a heap once again.[/color]


Matthew Werner: Effective as that was, a guy can’t quit if he’s knocked out.


Matt Steel: And Malakai definitely looks out right now.


Thunder goes to work on his next plan, ripping up the safety mats at ringside, exposing the concrete floor below it. Malakai is barely conscious by now, but Thunder drags him over to that spot and hits him with a tiger driver. Malakai’s screams of pain are audible through the microphone, but he still refuses to quit. Thunder begins searching under the ring for something. He emerges with a strand of barbed wire, which he wraps around his right hand. He throws Malakai into the ring once again, and heads in after him. He pummels with a series of right hands with the barbed wire. After hitting him several times, Thunder also grabs the microphone from the referee.[/color]


Thunder: Do yourself a favor. Just give up now before you embarrass yourself.


Malakai doesn’t speak, and instead responds with a swift kick to the nuts. Thunder staggers backwards and eventually falls to the mat, giving him enough time to recover. Malakai then actually uses Thunder’s own barbed wire laced hand to hit him in the face several times.[/color]


Matt Steel: This is the first time “why are you hitting yourself” has been an appropriate commentary call.


Matthew Werner: Never before. Never again.


Matt Steel: That sounds familiar. I must have heard that somewhere. Regardless of that, it’s lame.


Once he’s done with that, Malakai picks Thunder up and drops him right onto the concrete floor he exposed earlier. The referee scurries outside.[/color]


Referee: Do you want to quit?


Thunder: No.


Malakai decides to get really insulting to Thunder by locking in the Million Dollar Dream. But is becoming difficult with how much Thunder is moving and squirming around. So Malakai simply throws him hard into the barricade. He then places his boot along Thunder’s throat, choking him. This time when the referee approaches him, Thunder’s words can’t even be made out due to how bad he is choking. Finally, Malakai grabs the microphone himself.[/color]


Shawn Malakai: It is time for you to fulfill God’s will and quit. You must stand before and say---


Thunder: I never will, you hypocritical piece of sh*t.


It has the intended effect. Malakai freaks out and, in his rage, leaves himself open for Thunder to backdrop him right into the crowd.[/color]


Matt Steel: Yeah! Take that, rich bungholes in the front row!


Thunder grabs at Malakai to continue the assault, but instead Malakai headbutts him, which sends Thunder staggering back. Malakai comes back over the barricade and grabs Thunder by the throat once again. He lifts him up for a chokeslam, With the barbed wire still on his hand, Thunder strikes him once more with it. This causes Malakai to let go of Thunder. Thunder then locks in the Million Dollar Dream. Because of the barbed wire there, it digs into Malakai’s face constantly as he has the hold on.[/color]


Matthew Werner: I’ve never seen anything like this!


Matt Steel: The pain must be excruciating.


Referee: Do you want to quit?


Shawn Malakai: Oh god oh god. No. No.


Malakai has to find a way out of this somehow. To do so, he has to rely on his strength. Somehow he garners enough strength despite the pain drop Thunder down onto the steel ramp. He is so out of it, though, that both men can only lay there.[/color]


Matthew Werner: This has been such a war already.


Matt Steel: And somehow, it has to continue.


Malakai is the first to reach his feet, albeit a little slowly. He grabs the large cross and waits for Thunder to reach his feet. Once he does, he jams it hard into Thunder’s stomach, and then hits him in the back with it once he is bent over. Thunder is obviously knocked down by this, and Malakai chokes him with a point of the cross.[/color]


Referee: Do you want to quit?


Thunder: . . . no. Never.


Malakai lets go, but that doesn’t mean the assault is over. He lays the cross down on the ramp, and then powerbombs Thunder right onto it.[/color]


Matthew Werner: It’s almost like he’s crucifying him.


Matt Steel: In his mind, he probably thinks he is.


He leaves the cross alone for a moment and drags Thunder further up the ramp, to the very top. By this point, Thunder is even barely conscious. Further complicating matters, Malakai rams him headfirst into the stage structure. He then turns and hurls Thunder off the side of stage where he lands on a table covered in electrical equipment. The referee rushes to check on him.[/color]


Referee: Do you want to quit?


Thunder: No. Where is he?


Referee: He’s charging at us now . . .


The warning that Malakai is building up a head of steam, is of benefit to Thunder. He is able to pull the referee in the way, so only the referee is hit by Malakai’s suicide style dive. Medical personnel immediately run out for him, and a replacement ref with a new microphone follows quickly after.[/color]


Matthew Werner: Somehow Thunder was the only one who came out okay on the end of that.


Matt Steel: Which is surprising considering how rough of shape he was in.


Thunder gets back onto the ramp while Malakai is still laying there. He rummages in his tights before he finally finds what he is looking for. He approaches the cross and very carefully goes to work on it. The end result: it is set on fire.[/color]


Matthew Werner: Oh my god. This is getting out of control.


Thunder, looking like a man possessed, raises the cross above his head. Malakai slowly gets to his feet and is cracked in the back of the head with the flaming cross. The metal is bent around Malakai’s skull as the fire transfers to his hair. Malakai is kicking and screaming in intense pain as Thunder drops the cross and smiles a sadistic smile. He points to the ref to ask.[/color]


Referee: Do you want to quit?


Shawn Malakai: barely audible[/color] No.


So…yeah. Malakai’s essentially dead at this point. His hair, singed. His back is red from the burns. Malakai reaches for his smoking hair and starts pulling out locks of hair that were burnt. Thunder, victory seemingly well in hand, pulls Malakai to his feet and slowly drags him up the ramp.[/color]


Matthew Werner: What does Thunder have in store for Malakai next?


Matt Steel: Death.


Matthew Werner: It’s certainly a possibility.


Thunder walks Malakai to the back, behind the curtain. Along the way, Malakai’s face is introduced to various tables, poles and metal storage bins. Thunder does a hard Irish Whip on Malakai, driving him into a closed metal storage room door. Malakai crumples. Thunder, cockily, drops his kneepad. He charges the door and raises his knee and cracks Malakai in the head, which ricochets off of the door. Thunder runs back and drops his second kneepad and charges again. At the last possible moment, Malakai slides himself to the left and cracks both of his knees into the metal door with authority. Thunder rolls on the tiled floor in the fetal position holding his knees.[/color]


Matthew Werner: Holy…


Matt Steel: Family show, Matthew. Family show.


Both men are laying down, neither coherent enough to as the ref if the other wants to quit. Thunder is, however, the first one to stir. Thunder pulls himself up, barely, very gimpy. Too tired to lift Malakai, Thunder grabs a loose chain he sees. The loose chain is almost wrapped around Malakai’s throat when Malakai pokes Thunder right in the eyes and wrestles him to his back, punching him in the face until he’s essentially too out cold to do anything. Malakai unwraps the chain from Thunder’s hand and wraps it around Thunder’s ankle. Now Malakai begins dragging Thunder out to the stage. When Thunder begins to stir again, Malakai decks Thunder again and drags him down to the ring.[/color]


Matthew Werner: This is beginning to look like a scene from a good horror movie. The bloodied cast, the chains, the dragging of a nearly lifeless body…


Matt Steel: All Malakai needs is a tricycle and he’ll be just like Jigsaw.


Matthew Werner: I said a good horror movie.


Matt Steel: Hey, Saw one was pretty good.


Once at the ring, Malakai tosses Thunder into the ring rolls in himself. Running on nothing but adrenaline and his last dose of midnight oil, Malakai sits Thunder in the corner and wraps the chain around his hand. He contemplates blasting Thunder with the chain but rolls out of the ring to his bike. He uncaps the gas tank and pulls out a syphon hose from the bin under the seat.[/color]


Matt Steel: Cheap bastard, uses a syphoning hose to get his gas. PAY FOR IT LIKE A REAL MAN.


Malakai gets gasoline out of the tank and drenches his hand and the chain and a cloth around the chain in gasoline. He grabs the lighter Thunder used to light the cross and rolls back into the ring.[/color]


Matthew Werner: Jesus Christ.


Malakai looks up to the sky for guidance. He smiles as Thunder begins to open his eyes. He looks Thunder in the eyes and lights the chain and cloth on fire with the lighter. He winces in pain as he cocks back. Before Malakai gets the chance to hit Thunder, Thunder’s grabbed the microphone from the ref who’s standing out of the ring.[/color]


Thunder: I QUIT! I QUIT! I QUIT!


The fans are shouting HOLY SH*T while Malakai throws the chain and the cloth to the floor and kicks the fire out while blowing on his hand, which clearly has layers burned off. The bell rings.[/color]


Keri Thames: Here is your winner and the NEW WFWF International Champion, SHAWN MALAKAI!


Malakai collapses in the corner. The referee slides back into the ring with the title and lays it across the lap of the victor, Shawn Malakai.[/color]


From the corner, Malakai strokes his championship, but with his free hand he calls for a microphone, which is handed to him by the time keeper.[/color]


Shawn Malakai: **out of breath**[/color] And there you have it, ladies and gentlemen. Once and for all, I proved that God’s power is mightier than all.


The crowd boos.[/color]


Shawn Malakai: Oh don’t boo me. Anyone who tries to say anything differently is fooling themselves. Time and time again I have proven myself mightier than all other decenters. I have defeated the likes of David Williams, Reckless, Braden Munroe, Johnny Knight, Trace Demon, ZMaste and now my biggest threat to date, Thunder. Truth be told, it feels good to be on top of the world.


The crowd boos some more.[/color]


Shawn Malakai: You know, I’m not the bad guy here. I never was. All of you, you all have hated me for how long now. For years, I’ve done nothing but try to make this place better for all of you fans. But now, when I go about helping you all in an unorthodox manner, you turn against me. But there’s something that’ll change your opinions. You know, a week ago…even I was questioning this match. I was questioning everything. For how many months now I’ve been embroiled in this heated war against Thunder…I just wanted it to end. I wanted an end, the end to all of it. Little did I know, I would get my way. But I got my guidance through unconventional resources. When I arrived at the arena today, I received a letter. From Braden Munroe and Tabitha Owens, giving me their unconditional support in my ventures. I was visited by Ace Bennett, my one time student who’s now more a master than I…helping show me that I was in the right, that Thunder was in the wrong.


The crowd is listening intently.[/color]


Shawn Malakai: And then there was the horse I rode in on, so to say. There was a reason I’m riding that baby. When I was questioning myself, I somehow wound up in Manhattan, visiting my oldest, truest friend Wayne McGurk.


The fans cheer at his name.[/color]


Shawn Malakai: He helped me get my priorities in check. Up until that point, I had believed that this match with Thunder was more important than even I had imagined. Truthfully, this match was one I wasn’t looking forward to, as I think it may have been my last. And knowing this, I was scared. I was scared that after all was said and done, even in victory I’d be a loser…because I would have nothing to live for at that point. Wayne showed me the truth. He showed me that even in the darkest of times, there’s always something to live for and look forward to. In death, there’s life as the saying goes.


The crowd begins to cheer lightly.[/color]


Shawn Malakai: Because of that talk he and I had, I came to the realization that I hope that you all come to. You have to have something to live for. I live for my family, and I live for my God, and no one can ever fault for me for that. And if anyone tries to fault me for that, then you know where the door is. But frankly, I know that deep down you all know that I did what I did with the best of intentions for all of you. I am not sorry for the choices I made, but I hope that…if you can’t see it now, that you will eventually be able to see it.


The crowd cheers loudly.[/color]


Shawn Malakai: My time is short here, and I shall cherish all of the memories all of you have given me.


Thunder ducks out of the ring, and Malakai sees it.[/color]


Shawn Malakai: Michael.


Thunder turns to Malakai. Malakai gives a little shrug and nods his head at his former best friend and greatest rival. In turn, Thunder reciprocates the motion and walks to the back, a show of respect. Malakai reaches his feet now, belt in hand.[/color]


Shawn Malakai: I thank you all, and I just hope that my fans appreciate all that I’ve done and that my critics eventually see the way, the truth and the light of my actions. And if they don’t, well…f*ck ‘em.


Malakai smiles, as do the fans…as the old Malakai’s back.[/color]


Shawn Malakai: Thank you all. See ya soon.


Malakai waves his hand in the air gingerly. The fans all stand and applaud, having realized that maybe he wasn’t so bad after all. He grins a rather sheepish grin, a combination of emotions written on his face, sadness and happiness most certainly being the most dominant. Malakai lowers his arm, and as he does, the lights in the arena go out. When they come back on a few seconds later, Malakai is no longer in the ring, all that’s in the ring is the microphone in the center of the ring.[/color][/center]

- Credit to Drakz, SYE, Roberts, Schneider, Hutton, Ace, Kyzer, Horror, and (pending) Alex for their major contributions.

- Match of the Show (based on the RPs): Drakz vs. David Brennan

- Now fill out the survey plz

Favorite Match:
Favorite RP for the Show:
Biggest Surprise Of the Night:
Favorite Spot:
Best Moment of the Show:
General Analysis of the Show:
Rating out of 10:

Great show. Cheers abound to all involved. Glad that if I had to be dealt my first loss, it was at the hands of Drakz. A loss is going to be just what I needed to introduce a new aspect of my character, so all's well. Match of the show nod from E is a huge honor.

Favorite Match: Hutton Brown vs. Phillip Schneider
Favorite RP for the Show: Drakz
Biggest Surprise Of the Night: Easily, Kyzer taking the title.
Favorite Spot: The skewers in Brown vs. Schneider
Best Moment of the Show: Hate to toot my own horn, but you don't get a three count from Abe Vigoda every day.
General Analysis of the Show: A great showing for all involved. Not a dud match in the lot. In the future, stick to less eye straining coloring.
Rating out of 10: 9/10

FINALLY finished reading this. And got NO homework done, yippie.

Favorite Match: Mine (Taking credit for getting the hardcore-like festivities on a good foot for others to take it from none despite writing none of it, just like a Cross would), Ladder Match, Alex/EBR

Favorite RP for the Show: Legit can't say, it would be like me choosing between Taker and Mutoh

Biggest Surprise Of the Night: Schneider losing, I honestly expected Kyzer winning the title sooner than later (in other words, #1 barely beat out #2)

Favorite Spot: Thumbtack spot because I'm a stickler for it, double stomp from top of ladder

Best Moment of the Show: Nothing screams feel good like Abe Vigoda making a three count

General Analysis of the Show: It's SuperBrawl. Anything less than the mayhem that went on would be a disappointment, and it damn sure didn't disappoint me, stacked card.
Rating out of 10: 10

Favorite Match: Alex/EBR into Kyzer/EBR

Favorite RP for the Show: King's Crossing. Possibly favorite RP of all the times.

Biggest Surprise Of the Night: Kyzer, obviously.

Favorite Spot: (EBR: Well get on with it, mother f*cker -) Just completely sums up the entire night for EBR. He knew it was over and still was going out like the f*cking champ.

Best Moment of the Show: See - Favorite Spot. Either that or Abe Vigoda making the count...wtf?

General Analysis of the Show: Success.

Rating out of 10: 10/10, best show I've read since I've been here. So many great storylines going in and so many excellent RPs. It really saddens me, the people that are leaving on this show.

So who's actually leaving then? It seems like a few people judging by these results?

Favorite Match: I enjoyed the EBR/Alex Sean match, but there really wasn't a bad one on the card if you ask me.
Favorite RP for the Show: Beside the obvious, I thought Hutton really stepped up his game from what I have read before, so I'll go with him to give a vote to someone beside the obvious.
Biggest Surprise Of the Night: Brown retaining. Kyzer winning the championship, too hard to choose between though.
Favorite Spot: The skewer stuff that Schneider writes into matches always makes me cringe.
Best Moment of the Show: I legit laughed at the Abe Vigoda count.
General Analysis of the Show:

Great show, still kicking myself that it would've been me to win the title had I of won my match, but it lets me know I'm getting closer now. It's really good to see so many good writers around here, it inspires me to get better. Great work guys.

Rating out of 10: 10, obviously

Hey EBR, since when is November the 8th month of the year?