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Post by bad guy™ on Dec 4, 2011 19:08:46 GMT -5
Fireworks. Explosions. Screaming fans. Cool beans.
Matthew Werner: Live, from America.
Matt Steel: F*ck yeah!
After that kick ass Team America reference, the lights go crazy and then the camera pans to Werner and Steel.
Matthew Werner: Well here we are! The first show removed from Super Brawl VII! I’m Matthew Werner and this is my partner Matt Steel.
Matt Steel: Charmed.
Matthew Werner: Well now that Super Brawl VII is over, the dust is still fresh though.
Matt Steel: For sure. We saw Phillip Schneider suffer his first defeat at the hands of the WFWF National Champion Hutton Brown.
Matthew Werner: In one of the closest matches I think I’ve ever seen, Drakz eeked out a victory over underdog David Brennan.
Matt Steel: Shawn Malakai, in one final act of desperation legitimately lit himself on fire in order to regain his WFWF International Championship from his long time rival Thunder.
Matthew Werner: Michael Kyzer outlasted Ace Bennett and Trace Demon to become the number one contender to the WFWF Championship.
Matt Steel: EBR defeated Alex Sean to retain the WFWF Championship…
Matthew Werner: And in an act of what can only call betrayal, King Kraig, upon announcing his immediate resignation from the helm of WFWF announced that right then and there Michael Kyzer would face EBR for the WFWF Championship.
Matt Steel: Needless to say, EBR, having just gone to war with Alex Sean was ultimately too gassed and fell victim to Michael Kyzer, who is now the reigning WFWF Champion.
Matthew Werner: The former Intergalactic Spaceman Champion is now the current WFWF Champion.
Matt Steel: God help us all.
The arena remains still for several long moments as the music fades away, the murmurs of a confused crowd quickly apparent as they await the start of the first match. Keri Thames rises from her seat and a raises her microphone as the music for Loaded restarts.
Keri Thames: Ladies and Gentlemen, at this time, please welcome the new Chief Operating Officer of the WFWF; Xavier Pierce!
Matthew Werner: Xavier Pierce?
Matt Steel: No idea.
Stepping out from behind the curtain to a moderate cheer from the WFWF fans in attendance tonight, Xavier Pierce smiles broadly and waves to the fans as he makes his way down the ramp toward the ring. A middle aged man with a moderate build hidden beneath a gray suit and a shaved head reflecting some of the light of the arena, Xavier possess an aura of confidence about him tonight as he slaps hands with the fans on the way to the ring. He climbs the ring steps slowly, admiring all the fans from Dallas, Texas who had made the journey here tonight for the first new episode of Loaded. Collecting a microphone from the steps as he moves to enter the ring, Pierce steps through the rings ropes and moves straight to the center of the squared circle. It is there he remains, simply looking around in awe at the spectacle before him; the WFWF fans continuing to cheer respectfully for him as he finally gets over his moment of utter impression and finally brings his microphone up.
Xavier Pierce: Thank you. Thank you all.
Xavier takes a moment to walk around the ring, running his hand along the ring rope as if this is truly the first time he'd been inside a WFWF ring. And it was, in fact.
Xavier Pierce: I have been associated with the WFWF since day one, investing my money in a product that I believed would one day succeed in a way that no other wrestling promotion has. And I have watched for years behind the scenes, as nothing more than a simple investor, as this company has risen to a new height in this business.
A general cheer goes up for the WFWF as a whole.
Xavier Pierce: You have no idea just how proud I was to know that something that I had helped build had grown into such a titan in this industry. But then, King Kraig came along.
A serious boost of negativity picks up at the sheer mention of the former CEO's name.
Xavier Pierce: For whatever motivation, for whatever reason, Kraig never cared for this company. He cared for this company could do for him, but not for the WFWF itself. And I for one, am not sorry to see him go.
Neither are the WFWF fans.
Xavier Pierce: I knew the moment that King Kraig official resigned, that it was the right moment to make my move. I knew I had the experience to do what is needed for the WFWF, knew that all the previous companies I've helped build would have prepared me to be the new big boss. I knew it was the right time. The time for me to step up and guide the WFWF back to the pinnacle of the wrestling industry, where it rightfully belongs. To rid the WFWF of the corruption that has driven it so far down and make certain that it is a brand that will forever be respected by all.
There is certainly a positive sense in the arena, with the majority of those filling the American Airlines Arena cheering lightly for Pierce. He's still unproven, but everything he has to say sounds wonderful.
Xavier Pierce: Thank you for your support everyone, because I'm going to need it. I know full well that I have my work cut out for me, but I am ready to take this challenge head on. I sat completely silent since SuperBrawl and made sure that this show was the biggest post-SuperBrawl the WFWF could possibly hold. Look at our Main Event, The New Heavyweight Champion Michael Kyzer teams up with Drakz to take on the man who is still undefeated in singles competition, The National Champion Hutton Brown and his partner, Trace Demon!
A vicious cheer fills the air for the announcement of tonight's feature Main Event contest. It's a big one to boot!
Xavier Pierce: Ladies and Gentlemen, the WFWF is making its rise to the top of the world once again! You'd better hold on, because I assure, it's going to be one hell of awesome ride. Now let's get this one started! And for my first order of business, I would like to formally announce that Michael Kyzer, the new WFWF Champion? He will be defending his WFWF Championship in four shows. Against Phillip Schneider. It's a great match, it's pure money and it's sure to steal the show.
The fans erupt as Xavier thrusts one hand high into the air, the new Chief Executive Officer smiling proudly as he makes his way to the ring ropes and steps out to the apron. Quickly down the stairs and stepping to the ramp, Pierce slaps hands with those here in Dallas, Texas as he makes his way to the back; the Loaded theme playing loudly as the first Loaded show of the new year starts out with a bang. When he arrives at the top of the ramp, he opens his mouth one more time.
Xavier Pierce: Oh, and by the way. As of this moment, Yukio Blaze is officially relieved of his duty as General Manager, and will no longer be any more than a road agent. No worries ladies and gentlemen, that reign of corruption is officially over.
The fans go crazy.
Matthew Werner: Man, this is awesome! Finally, we’re no longer under the reign of tyranny by King Kraig and Xavier Pierce seems like he’s a pretty flame guy.
Matt Steel: Flame?
Matthew Werner: It means cool.
Matt Steel: Speak right, Matthew. We’ve got a good match coming up, and I need the fans to understand you and not speak in a tongue that no one understands.
In the ring, it was match time. Cam Nitta and The Bryan versus Reckless and Randal Benjamin. Vitta, coming off of a very successful Super Brawl VII started the match against Reckless. At the beginning, the savvy Reckless seemed to have the upper hand, showing Nitta why he’s one of the longest tenured superstars on the roster. Unfortunately for Reckless, the rookie Nitta did his homework and had him well scouted. After a failed pin attempt by Reckless, Nitta bounced back and went on the offense against Reckless. Having broken up the pin though, The Bryan began dueling with Randal Benjamin, resulting in both men spilling to the floor, Benjamin taking a ridiculously nasty bump to the head when they hit the mat, clearly affecting his cognancy. After a few more exchanges back in the ring though, Nitta took control for good and ultimately finished Reckless off for good with the Claymore.
Keri Thames: Here are your winners, Cam Nitta and The Bryan!
Nitta hops up onto the turnbuckle and raises his arms in victory. The Bryan magically disappears to the back. Benjamin is slowly beginning to stir, holding his head, not quite sure if he knows where he’s at. Reckless rolls out of the ring and points at Nitta, clearly signaling that this, whatever it is, isn’t over.
Matthew Werner: Clearly that stare down slash point down signifies that this won’t be the last time we’re going to hear about Cam Nitta and Reckless facing off.
Well done, Matthew. Fourth wall, shattered.
Matt Steel: That was a very impressive victory for Cam and whoever that other guy was who made a cameo appearance. The Bryan or whatever?
Matthew Werner: Yeah, where did that guy disappear to anyways?
Matt Steel: Saskatchewan?
Matthew Werner: I was going to say the unemployment line but, I like your answer better. Canada. R.I.P. EBR.
Matt Steel: More importantly, R.I.P. The Bryan. Oh, and Slayer and CBT….just for the hell of it.
Matthew Werner: Word.
Commercial break.
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Post by bad guy™ on Dec 4, 2011 19:11:49 GMT -5
And we’re back. In the backstage area, Phillip Schneider sits on a vending machine, staring off into space. Underneath him on the floor is his manager, Percy Jackson, hand heavily bandaged. What is it about Schneider and bandaged hands?
Percy Jackson: Hey Phil, you have my pain pills?
Phillip Schneider: No. Why would I have them?
Percy Jackson: I can’t find them and my hand is killing me.. I’m going to go see the doctor again.. Get some more.. You gonna be okay out there tonight?
Phillip Schneider: I’m fine..
Percy Jackson: You don’t look fine. You look.. Scary. You’re worrying me, man. The last time you had that look in your eyes, you dipped my head in a drum of liquid nitrogen.
Phillip Schneider: I’m fine.. Go get pills..
Percy Jackson: Alright.. I’ll see you after your match..
Cut back to the ring. Already in the ring, BenJa Hart.
Matt Steel: I’m a big fan of the WWF Superstars “already in the ring” enhancement talent. Shout outs to Ricky Ataki and Reno Riggins!
Matthew Werner: Benja Hart wishes he could be Ricky Ataki.
Matt Steel: Hey, you didn’t capitalize the J.
Matthew Werner: Yeah…
The lights in the arena dim, The introduction of "Last Resort" by Papa Roach plays, but only leads into "Going Down to Die" by Danzig, which blares over the P/A system. The lights immediately come back up and begin to flash in the entrance way, Phillip Schneider makes his way through the curtain and towards the ring. Ringside fans extend their hands to Schneider, but he sulks to the ring directly down the middle, neither arguing nor pandering to the fans. Schneider makes his way to the ring, climbing to the apron and peeling off his jacket, setting it in the corner before climbing into the ring. Schneider stretches his hands and wrists a bit as he waits for the referee to check him for foreign objects.
Bell sounds and this match is under way. Benja Hart rushes across the ring. Schneider slaps him so hard he not only stops in his tracks, but falls to the mat. Benja rolls over to his hands and knees. Schneider mounts him in a camel clutch position. Rear mounted cross face strikes to the face from Schneider leave Benja struggling to protect himself.
Matt Steel: This is an angry Phillip Schneider. He suffered his first loss in almost a year at Superbrawl..
Matthew Werner: And Benja Hart is trying to make a name for himself off Schneider.
Matt Steel: He should be trying to make a name for himself. Because “Benja” is a pretty terrible name.
Schneider stops forearming Benja in the face. He instead opts to double stomp Benja to the back, sending the Canadian to the mat. Benja starts to crawl to his feet. Schneider places his foot on Benja’s head. Referee warns to get off of the head. Schneider makes a motion of counting. The referee starts a count. 1.…2.….3.….4.…. Schneider gets off of Benja’s head. Schneider pulls Benja to his feet. Schneider grabs a wrist lock. He shoves Benja to the mat. Schneider begins pulling Benja’s fingers apart.
Matt Steel: In mixed martial arts, small joint manipulation is illegal because so much damage can be done with so little force. That’s exactly what Schneider is doing right now. He’s manipulating the fingers.
Matthew Werner: A very dangerous hold..
Benja is struggling to get free from Schneider’s finger lock. Schneider lets go with one hand, then punches Benja in the bent apart fingers. Benja jerks his hand hard and is able to get free. Schneider grabs Benja by the wrist. He jerks the arm. Boot to the gut from Schneider. Double underhook from Schneider. He turns the butterfly hold so Benja is facing upwards, then lifts him up. Benja is suspended upside down from his shoulders on Schneider’s back. Schneider braces his knees and holds him.
Matthew Werner: If Schneider drops him, it’s a Kudo Driver, a Cop Killer, a Vertebreaker, whatever.. But he seems content with holding him upside down.
Matt Steel: And why shouldn’t he? All the blood is rushing to Benja Hart’s head, while the pressure has to be pulling and tearing at his arms and shoulders.
Benja swings himself and lands on his feet, spinning over his own arms. Benja spins out of the double underhook. Schneider jabs him in the eye. Handful of hair from Schneider. Referee calls for a break, 1.…2.… Schneider isn’t pulling the hair any more, because he’s pulled a giant handful of Benja Hart’s hair out.
Matthew Werner: Well I guess that’s one way to break a hair pull..
Benja is grabbing at his scalp. Schneider goes behind for a rear waist lock. Schneider jumps up and puts both knees in Benja’s back, then falls backwards.
Matt Steel: Taliban Backpack!
Schneider rolls to his feet. He pulls Benja to a vertical base. Whip into the ropes from Schneider. Schneider runs into the other ropes. The two meet at the center of the ring, where Schneider raises a boot and runs right through Benja Hart.
Matthew Werner: Legitimate Japanese Business Man Kick!
Matt Steel: Hey Schneider, you got some of Benja Hart’s face on the bottom of your boot..
Schneider drags Benja to a vertical base. He sets him up in a power bomb position. He lifts Benja up, spins him around, and drops him on his head.
Matthew Werner: Beverly Kills 90210!
Matt Steel: Has Benja Hart had one offensive move yet?
Matthew Werner: Nope. It’s like he’s not even in there.
Schneider makes a cover. Referee down for a count.
... 1 ...
... 2 ...
Schneider pulls Benja’s shoulders up. Schneider raises to his feet, pulling Benja up as well. He lifts Benja up and spikes him into the mat with a piledriver. Schneider stands up. He pulls the limp body of Benja up, then piledrivers him again! Schneider gets to his feet. He pulls Benja back up. Slap with the right hand, slap with the left, a spin from Schneider and he nails Benja with a spinning back fist!
Matt Steel: This is punishment mode for poor Benja Hart..
Schneider goes to the corner. He climbs to the top rope. Benja Hart is not moving. Schneider jumps off the top rope and double stomps right onto the chest of Benja Hart, all of his weight coming directly down onto the sternum of Benja Hart. Hart begins to spit up blood in his mostly unconscious state. Schneider quickly pulls him to a vertical base, stuffs him, then spike power bombs him into the mat. The referee raises an X with his hands, then calls for the bell.
Matthew Werner: The X is the universal sign for “he hurt”
Matt Steel: Benja Hart is hurt? What was your first hint at this? The blood pouring from his mouth?
Keri Thames: The winner of this match as the result of a technical knock out, Phillip Schneider!
Matthew Werner: Technically, Benja Hart is knocked out.
Schneider grabs Benja by the head. He stuffs him, then power bombs him again. The bell sounds annoyingly over and over. Schneider isn’t done. He puts Benja in a crucifix, pinning the left arm of Benja down with his right leg, the right arm down with his left arm. Schneider then drives his elbow into Benja’s head. Over and over and over. Benja’s head rocks violently with no control. Referees, security, agents, and other WFWF personnel rush the ring. Schneider shows no interest in stopping the elbow assault. Benja’s face seems to be melting off as wounds open everywhere from the bony elbow assault. Yukio Blaze is the first agent who steps up to grab Schneider. Schneider lets go of Benja, gets to his feet, and kicks Blaze square in the balls.
Matt Steel: Where’s my iPad?
Matthew Werner: Right here, why?
Matt Steel: Need to go on Facebook.
Matthew Werner: Why?
Matt Steel: Need to click “I like this”.
Matthew Werner: Would you stop??
A referee approaches Schneider. Schneider flings him over the top rope and to the arena floor. An arena security guard tries his luck. Schneider gives him a drop toe hold, steals his nightstick, then whacks him in the back of the knee with it. Schneider back to his feet and he now has a weapon. Everyone else wisely backs up. Schneider drives the nightstick down into Benja Hart. Over and over. A referee rushes at Schneider, Schneider whacks him in the stomach, then throws him over the top rope. Yukio Blaze gets to his knees. Schneider hits him right between the eyes with the nightstick.
Matt Steel: Okay, Schneider’s officially lost it.
Matthew Werner: You think?? He’s killing everyone!
Matt Steel: Why don’t you go try to stop him, Matt?
Matthew Werner: No thanks..
Another security guard tries his luck. He gets clubbed in the face, in the front of the knee, then the back of the knee, and his stick is stolen too. Schneider now has two clubs, which he uses for twice the damage per shot on the potentially dead Benja Hart. Three referees approach at once. Schneider gives the front man a Legitimate Japanese Business Man Kick, knocking him backwards into his friends in stripes. All three are downed. Schneider takes nightstick shots at the two referees he didn’t kick.
Matt Steel: Well this is pretty much exactly what I expected would happen when Phillip Schneider said “It’s all going down”. Superbrawl was 11/11/11 but folks, tonight is the end of the world..
With pretty much everyone laid out, Schneider takes a few more shots on Benja Hart, including one particularly nasty shot right to the teeth that leaves Benja spitting up bloody and broken teeth. Schneider stands over his field of corpses and requests a microphone.
Matthew Werner: He has something to say?? After THIS???
Keri Thames cautiously hands in the microphone.
Phillip Schneider: When I started in this federation, I had a simple dream. I dreamed to one day be the best in the federation. I dreamed to hold all the championships and I dreamed to be admired by my peers.. But in my age, I’ve realized my peers are nothing but back stabbing, disloyal, two faced, selfish pieces of s**t and I’ve realized I’m never going to have every title because it took eight years to get my first shot at the National title and I know I’m not going to survive eight more. So that leaves one simple goal left, to be the very best in the federation. And he very best wrestler in the federation holds the Heavyweight championship, in theory though not always in practice. Currently that man is Michael Kyzer. As our new overlord said earlier this evening, we’ve got a date with destiny, Michael. A date that’s almost five years in the making. A rematch. You remember our last match? Our last match five years ago? You remember beating me??
Schneider takes another nightstick shot on Benja Hart.
Phillip Schneider: I don’t like to lose. I don’t handle losing very well. I tend to lose my temper when I lose and when I lose my temper, people are injured and people lose things that they hold precious. Everything was good and happy in the WFWF for the last year.. Everything was the greatest of times. Fun names and fun times. Fun shows with Abe Vigoda and Fred Durst.. But it’s all coming down now, Kyzer.. This is my WFWF now.. And the rules.. They’re thrown out.. All the rules are thrown out. And we’re playing by my rules now. I like my rules. Because my rules make sense. My rules are you look across the ring at whoever is across from you and you kill them. You beat whoever is in front of you to death. I’m not talking figuratively, Michael. I’m talking about murder. I’m going to murder people. Because that’s okay in my system of rules. And what an ironic first victim there is.. Benja Hart.. A man with no honor.. I have honor. I have a lot of honor. I honor thyself and I covet what thou have, Kyzer. I covet that championship belt. Because if I can’t have the National championship… I’ll have a runner up prize.. I’ll TAKE that runner up prize. This isn’t an option nor a challenge. This is a statement.. It’s all coming down, Michael… It’s all coming down..
Phillip Schneider makes his way to the back after dropping the microphone, leaving the destruction behind him. Some time passes, and not even a medic is out there to help all of the downed people. However after barely surviving to tell about it, Benja Hart is struggling to make it to his feet, as are the other personnel. Surprised that he even survived, Hart checks himself to make sure nothing is broken, despite the blood pouring from his mouth. The fact that he can stand is a miracle. He pulls himself up, using the ropes as leverage and begins the painful journey to the center of the ring. He walks, in crippled fashion, then stands with his arms held in victory.
Matthew Werner: I…uh think Hart is hoping the fans will give him a round of applause for still being alive after Schneider ripped him to pieces.
Matt Steel: I'm sure we're on a Commercial Break right now.
Unfortunately for him, the fans pay very little mind to Hart. However, they do get a bit of a rise as three different people begin rushing through the crowd from different directions. Their giant afros rip through the fans in attendance like a shark's fin cutting it's way through the sea. As soon as they are seen, the three of them hop over the guard rails and slide into the ring with no fear.
Matt Steel: Did someone hire strippers for this guy? I'm confused.
Matthew Werner: We should probably call security. Three women…in what appears to be outfits dating back to the 70's have just made their way into the ring with Benja Hart.
Matt Steel: I'd say he could take them…but let's face it, he probably couldn't.
With their brightly-colored bellbottoms and afro wigs, which disguise their faces, the three ladies surround Benja Hart in a triangle. Hart, slowly regaining composure is unsure whether he should be excited, terrified, or if this is just some incredibly creepy rib being played on him. Realizing he has no friends in the back and no one would take this amount of effort to play some kind of joke, he scratches that idea out of his head. The woman directly in front of Hart shouts something out, almost like a battle cry, before the woman to his left lunges forward, almost tripping on her own pants and shoves him harshly. He stumbles very awkwardly, giving the woman to his right the chance to nail him directly under the chin with a Superkick. The woman who was directly in front of him moves closer and firmly places a reverse roundhouse kick to his head.
Matt Steel: Hmm. I guess they're not strippers.
Matthew Werner: Angry ex girlfriends, maybe?
With Hart now lying on the mat, two of the women begin to kick away at him. The third is ascending the ropes. The ladies pick Hart up to his feet as the woman flies off the top rope, twisting her body mid-air and catching Hart with a stunner on her way down. The move "stuns" Benja as he lands on his knees, dazed. One of the other women then rushes towards Hart from behind. She delivers a heavy blow to the back before straight-jacketing the arms. She places her head under his legs and uses her womanly-strength to lift him up in an Electric Chair. Benja's eyes are wide with shock, before realizing what exactly is going on, he is dropped backwards as the woman comes down with a bridge, performing an amazing Japanese Ocean Cyclone Suplex that even Manami Toyota would envy. The women regroup for a moment then two ladies pull at Hart's hair, lifting him back to his knee's. The third afro-wearing attacker points at a beaten Hart before rushing at him and knocking him completely out with a perfectly-executed Shining wizard. Not breaking a sweat, the three ladies stand over a fallen Hart before what Security Schneider didn’t dismantle begins to make it's way into the building. And as quickly as they came, the three women run off, disappearing back into the sea of people, leaving Hart broken and beaten, adding insult to injury.
Matt Steel: Sure, security comes after Hart gets his ass kicked. I feel totally safe now.
Matthew Werner: I think the bigger picture is that three hippie chicks just came in and beat up an already destroyed Benja Hart!
Commercial break.
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Post by bad guy™ on Dec 4, 2011 19:17:02 GMT -5
And we’re back.
Matthew Werner: You know, for a match with a guy who pulls Houdini’s on a bi-monthly basis and another guy who hasn’t won a match since July, the stakes in this match couldn’t be much higher.
Matt Steel: Totally. Oscar Davidson since his debut has been trying to make an impact. At first, he was doing a good job of it. He even worked himself into a high profile championship opportunity. But ever since then, something turned off. This match against Samael Ahriman, the man whose only loss ever came at the hands of one Ace Bennett, could potentially make or break Davidsons chances. He wins, he has just defeated one of the higher tier wrestlers yet again and proves that these few shows have been nothing but flukes.
Matthew Werner: But if he loses, Samael gets himself back into the swing of things and essentially kills Davidson’s last chance at making a name for himself here. Given the talent level that’s coming up, he essentially would get sent back to the bottom of the barrel.
Matt Steel: Well that’s a little harsh, but it’s mostly true. Here’s hoping the best happens for both men here.
Samael Ahriman and Oscar Conrad Davidson tied up and put on a pretty decent match. Ahriman quickly worked off his rust, but unfortunately for him Davidson wouldn’t give an inch. He must have heard the commentators pre-match. Regardless, Davidson was giving the wiley veteran everything he had in his disposal, and on more than one occasion it looked like Oscar Conrad Davidson would be raising his hand in victory. But sadly for him Ahrimam really dug deep into his arsenal and managed to throw some of his martial arts expertise at Davidson and eventually overwhelmed him with his plethora of judo moves, ultimately culminating with Samael dropping Davidson with the Serpent’s Temptation for the victory.
Matthew Werner: Well, I don’t think anyone can say that they were completely surprised by the end result, but maybe our speculation about Davidson wasn’t quite right. Perhaps there’s just a little more fight in him after all.
Ahriman, as always, immediately rolls out of the ring and walks to the back while Davidson remains in ring, trying to regain his composure and get to the back so the next match can begin.
Matt Steel: Davidson showed that he’s not going anywhere anytime soon. He showed resilliancy. There may just be hope for ‘a comeback’ so to say, yet.
The camera fades in to the office of new WFWF Chief Executive Officer Xavier Pierce, the new boss going over some paperwork on his desk as the scene fades in. The office itself seems very plain when compared to how Kraig had kept it, but many pictures leaning against the walls are covered in brown paper, having yet to be put up for the night. After all, he'd just moved in. Pierce continues to study the documents on his desk until a shadow crosses some of the papers before him and a voice brings his head up from his desk.
Male Voice: You wanted to see me, Mr. Peirce?
The cameraman steps back to get the whole new scene into view and the crowd erupts as they find National Champion Hutton Brown standing before the CEO's desk. Dressed clearly to compete, Hutton only slightly glances in the direction at the massive roar whilst Pierce looks with raised eyebrows in the direction of the noise.
Xavier Pierce: I'm really going to have to get used to that.
Hutton Brown: You will. Give it a few weeks.
Xavier Pierce: Of course. Now Hutton, let me start out by congratulating you on retaining your National Championship at SuperBrawl. Truly, well done.
There is another massive roar from the crowd after the spectacular ladder match between Brown and Phillip Schnieder at SuperBrawl, which easily stole the show. Brown smirks at the roar before continuing.
Hutton Brown: I promised to be a fighting champion, and I did what I had to do to beat Schnieder.
Xavier Pierce: Yes, yes you did. And that, lies a problem.
Hutton Brown: A problem?
Xavier Pierce: Unfortunately, yes. Now Hutton as you know, we'll be holding an International Championship tournament...
This time, the eruption in the American Airlines Arena is louder and Xavier Pierce looks in its direction; though the new CEO of the WFWF seems to have been expecting that one. Pierce continues to look in said direction for his next statement before turning back to Brown.
Xavier Pierce: Guess I forgot to mention that earlier. Whoops.
Hutton Brown: You were saying?
Xavier Pierce: Right. I know you expressed great interest in being a part of this tournament, but the problem I have with that is that you are the National Champion.
Hutton Brown: I can see where you're going with this.
Xavier Pierce: Can you? You understand the choice I'm giving you here?
Hutton Brown looks uneasy as the top men stare straight at each other, their eyes locked simply in debate with one another. Brown's grip intensifies on the National Championship laid over his left shoulder.
Hutton Brown: I do.
Xavier Pierce: This isn't a position I wanted to put you in Hutton, especially not on my first night here. But I don't really have much of a choice and I hope you understand.
Hutton Brown: It's fine.
Xavier Pierce: Alright. I'll give you till next week to decide. Good luck tonight.
Xavier holds his hand out to Brown and the National Champion doesn't hesitate to shake it. The two men hold the other's grip for several long seconds before they release and Brown steps quickly out of Pierce's office. Xavier shakes his head and sighs before turning back to his desk and the paperwork spread across it. Nobody said this would be easy. Commercial time.
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Post by bad guy™ on Dec 4, 2011 19:20:41 GMT -5
And now we’re back, but not from outer space. So smile and enjoy this stellar matchup between Mak Cross and Ace Bennett.
One could say that this match was boring, right up until the end, and they would have a completely valid argument. Both Bennett and Cross matched up against each other so well that it didn't seem like this match would ever end, with Ace and Mak trading holds, punches, and even an exquisite array of high flying maneuvers to gain a big victory following SuperBrawl. Ultimately in the end, it came down to a single mistake that sealed the fate of this match. Catching Mak Cross with an unsuspecting Orange Glow, Ace Bennett propped his opponent up on the top rope and joined him there, leaping up and wrapping his legs around Cross's head. But Mak just managed to hang onto the top rope and send Bennett crashing back down to the canvas on the back of his skull. Cross too would fall from the top rope and, after both men struggled to return to their feet once again, Mak managed to catch Ace with his signature Cross-Out; even as Bennett did everything in his power to prevent it. The three count followed immediately after.
Keri Thames: Here is your winner, Mak Cross!
Matthew Werner: Somehow Cross manages to do it again. At Super Brawl he beat David Roberts so bad that he’s found himself on the shelf indefinitely once again, and now he’s knocked off the shooting star Ace Bennett.
Matt Steel: Once again, Mak Cross shows everyone that he’s easily one of the top guys here in the WFWF today.
Matthew Werner: And with the announcement of the WFWF International Championship tournament starting next week, and since one can only assume Mak will be in the tournament…
Matt Steel: I feel ya, Matthew. Mak just put the whole of WFWF, including the WFWF Champion, on notice following this win
Matthew Werner: But anyways, you mentioned a comeback before the commercial break. Well speaking of comebacks, we come to our next match. In his first match back in years, Drakz narrowly defeated the combatant in this upcoming match, David Brennan. Very little was known about the others opinion of each other going in because there wasn’t a whole lot of time. All we knew was that Drakz wanted Brennan. Brennan accepted, and the end result was a blockbuster.
Matt Steel: And speaking of blockbusters, Thunder, at one point one of the best in the business finally had met his match. This whole feud with Shawn Malakai was like a rollercoaster. One person would be dominant one week, and the next they would look like absolute garbage. But finally the feud came to a head at Super Brawl when the two met in an I Quit match that ended in Shawn Malakai literally lighting himself on fire in order to make Thunder quit. That may sound ridiculous, but it’s true.
Matthew Werner: Both of these men lost very close, epic matches at Super Brawl VII.
Matt Steel: Something’s gotta give in this match. Here we go.
Many people expected this match to be a lot more one sided than it was. Brennan, clearly the favorite despite his loss to Drakz at Super Brawl, was boosted even more due the fact that Thunder legitimately went through hell in his losing effort versus Shawn Malakai at Super Brawl. However Thunder held his own against the much fresher David Brennan. It was a pretty catch-as-catch-can type match, both men got to show off their true skills. The turning point was when Brennan reversed Thunder’s attempt at a butterfly suplex into one killer clothesline. While Thunder was recouperating, Brennan had perched himself on the top rope and leaped off, dropping Thunder with the Fresh Cut for the victory.
Keri Thames: Here is your winner, David Brennan!
David Brennan looks down at Thunder, no one quite sure what’s on his mind.
Matthew Werner: So, about Mak Cross being the favorite…do you care to change that statement?
Matt Steel: If they’re in the tournament, they’re deserving. Brennan could easily run away with it. We just have to wait and see I suppose.
Commercial break.
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Post by bad guy™ on Dec 4, 2011 19:23:36 GMT -5
And we’re back.
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 the National Title's face 3 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.
Keri Thames: The following contest is a tag team match scheduled for one fall. First, making his way to the ring, from Manhattan, New York; weighing in at two hundred and twenty five pounds; He is 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 takes a moment to point at certain members of this capacity crowd before pulling the belt off his waist and holding it above his head. Jumping down from the turnbuckle, Hutton takes a few moments to stretch and unwind; preparing himself for the upcoming match.
The opening chords of ‘Destabilise hit the speakers as the main arena lights turn off. Crimson spotlights hit and shine down, flickering around the arena. As the bass hits all of the spotlights converge on the rampway where Trace Demon walks out into view, his face obscured by a hood. Trace walks out onto the ramp before holding out his arm, his fingers pointed like a gun at his partner. 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. Trace stands on the ramp, staring intently at Brown before slowly making his way to the ring, ignoring the fans who attempt to touch the King of Demons.
Keri Thames: And his partner, weighing in at two hundred and twenty pounds; Trace Demon!
Trace stops at the foot of the ring before leaping up onto the apron and entering the ring between the top and middle rope. He ascends to the top rope and points out at the fans before leaping off of the turnbuckles and exchanging words with his tag team partner for the night.
The eerie yet beautiful atmospherics of "Heart Space" echo around the arena and the lights again 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, staring down the ramp at Brown and Trace, a grin across his face. 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.
Keri Thames: And their opponent, from England, weighing in at two hundred and thirty six pounds; Drakz!
He hops up onto the ring apron and takes a look around the arena at his 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, his eyes flicking from Hutton to Trace and back to Hutton. He then unzips his hooded top and throws it to the corner, smiling, leaning back in the opposite corner of the ring.
The lights dim once again and the first chords of “Absent” echo through the arena. The lights explode on and Michael Kyzer is standing in the entrance way, the WFWF title draped over his shoulder. He makes his way to the ring ignoring the fans, grinning at Trace Demon while he rubs the belt.
Keri Thames: And his partner, from Seattle; Washington, weighing two hundred and twenty three pounds, he is your WFWF Heavyweight Champion; Michael Kyzer!
He slides into the ring and raises the title over his head with one hand, looking around the arena, nodding, taking in the boos and loving it. He then slaps hands with Drakz and steps back out between the ropes leaving Drakz to start things off against Hutton Brown.
The ref signals and the bell rings to start this highly anticipated match. Hutton and Drakz circle one another in the ring and Drakz holds his hands out for a test of strength, Hutton grabs the hands and they grapple back and forth until Drakz drops to his knees, releases his grip and lands a short fireman's carry on Brown. Brown rolls and is back to his feet. He runs back in and the two men lock up. Hutton delivers a number of boots to the gut before whipping Drakz into the ropes. Drakz grabs the ropes, stopping himself, and waves a finger at Brown, goading him. Brown responds with a quick dropkick to the leg, knocking Drakz down and then begins stomping away on his midsection. Brown then drags Drakz to his feet and over to Trace Demon for the early tag.
Brown holds Drakz and Trace delivers a series of shots then backs off, flicks off Kyzer and hits a big super kick dropping Drakz to the mat hard. He then locks Drakz into an arm bar and Drakz begins to squirm, Trace laughs tightening the lock, Drakz looks like he has no choice but to tap but then trace breaks the hold, stands and starts shouting at Michael Kyzer, "I want you!". Kyzer just nods and remains in his corner. Trace then goes back to lift Drakz to his feet but is caught with a hard European uppercut sending him reeling. Drakz now runs off the ropes and hits a diving elbow but Trace is back up in an instant, Drakz powers him down with a clothesline but Trace is up again, a much fresher man in this match. Drakz in desperation hits a DDT taking both men down but he doesn't waste a second and is up and makes the tag to Kyzer.
Kyzer runs toward a slightly dazed Trace Demon and hits a swinging neckbreaker, Hutton enters the ring but Kyzer clotheslines him over the ropes. Trace Demon takes advantage of his distracted opponent and rolls him up from behind with a schoolboy.
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Michael powers out and the two men rise to their feet. The WFWF champion drives a hand to Trace's face, who follows with one of his own and two men exchange shots in a scene reminiscent of Superbrawl. Finally Trace gives and staggers back but Hutton interjects with a missile drop kick from the top rope catching the champ unawares. Drakz follows suit and takes out Trace Demon with a top rope dropkick of his own. He and Hutton now begin to brawl, throwing punches until Hutton ducks a shot and hits a german suplex. He gets to his feet and shouts rallying the crowd. Trace Demon now back on his feet the two men begin an assault on Michael Kyzer. They choke him with their boots in the corner until the referee breaks with a 4 count. The boots continue but Drakz is now stalking Brown and as he turns around ties him up launching him over head with a massive belly to belly that sends him skidding under the bottom rope. Trace sees this and throws Drakz over the top rope, regaining some order in the match. Kyzer is up though and gets Trace up on his shoulders looking for The Kyzer Effect. Trace fights however and rolls off the back driving Michael's head into the canvass with a reverse DDT. He goes for a cover.
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A kick out from Kyzer. Trace goes for another cover trying to sap some energy from the grounded champ.
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Kyzer kicks out again. Trace pulls him up to his feet and tries to get Kyzer up for a brainbuster but he reverses and drops Trace with a cradle brainbuster of his own. Brown runs Drakz into the steel steps sending him flipping over the top of them while Kyzer staggers to his feet in the ring. Brown returns to his corner and attempts to rally Trace to his feet. Kyzer is up and lifts Trace for a back drop but Trace flips out over the back and pushes Kyzer toward Hutton in the corner who hits a big elbow and tags in. Kyzer staggers and Brown capitalises hitting Blacklight and goes for the cover.
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Trace Demon pulls Brown off Kyzer and Brown looks up in confusion. "I want to pin him!" Trace shouts and Brown shrugs it off and goes back for the cover.
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Trace again pulls Brown up, proving that he is serious about the matter. Hutton looks angry but not wanting to cost himself the match doesn't go wild on his partner, he steps aside shaking his head and tags in Trace Demon with little enthusiasm.
Trace dives on Michael and attempts the pin victory himself.
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Michael kicks out and Trace Demon can't believe it. He pulls Michael up to his feet but Kyzer struggles free and locks in Euphoria. The crowd begins to go wild as Trace starts to fade, Hutton watches on as his partner falls to one knee and then to the ground. It seems there is no way out for Trace in the middle of the ring and as he fades the ref lifts his arm for the first time, it drops. He lifts it again and then from out of nowhere, having seen enough Hutton Brown springboards from the apron to the ropes and down with a huge flying elbow drop breaking the grapple but also knocking down the referee.
He now stalks Kyzer from the other side of the ring, Kyzer rolls onto all fours and Brown runs hitting The Punt right to the skull of Kyzer. He turns to celebrate to the crowd but the ring steps are launched into the ring by Drakz flattening him. Drakz laughs to himself as the crowd shouts "Ole!" and follows the stairs into the ring. Trace Demon is holding his throat gasping for air and Drakz spots him. He lays the steps in the centre of the ring and brings Trace to his feet. He pulls him over to the ring steps but Trace powers out and kicks him in the gut. He then hooks his arms and hits the Demonstration of Hell using the steps instead of his knees. The crowd pops and Trace manages to remove the steps from the ring as the referee comes to. Drakz rolls from the ring as does a bloody Hutton Brown, both trying to regain some stamina on the floor. Kyzer is stirring as well but Trace doesn't give him room to breath, hitting a quick scoop slam. He brings him back up and tries an irish whip but Kyzer reverses, as Trace springs back he is lifted into the air and slammed with a spinebuster, both men are flat out. The referee begins to count and all 4 men are down, scattered and groggy.
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Kyzer is back to his feet and waits for Trace to rise up. Once he is standing Kyzer grabs him for a Reverse STO and as he jumps backward Drakz launches himself over the top rope hitting a front dropkick to Trace's face. Trace Demon seems to be out cold and Kyzer covers him.
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But Trace on instinct alone gets his foot on the bottom rope. Kyzer drags Trace to his corner and tags in Drakz, the two men taking it in turns to throw shoulders into Trace Demon's gut. Trace eventually crumples and Drakz grabs him by the face, slaps him and bad mouths him before dragging him up. Drakz shouts outside the ring to Hutton who is holding onto the ring apron to stabilise himself. "Watch and learn!" He then begins an onslaught of german suplexes on Trace, keeping the hold and bringing him back up to hit another. He hits the third and releases his grip grinning. He stays on Trace and locks him into a Sharpshooter. Trace fights toward the ropes and manages to grab them with both hands, lifting himself up and alleviating the pressure but Kyzer runs on the apron and shoots a hard kick through the ropes causing Trace to lose his grip and be pulled back into the centre of the ring. Brown has regained his bearings and heads into the ring but Drakz reacts and breaks the submission moving toward Hutton, scooping him onto his shoulders and hitting the Needle Damage. Kyzer enters and all 4 men are in the ring now. Trace Demon dives toward Kyzer who dodges, ruffles his hair mockingly from behind, then as he turns back around lifts him up onto his shoulders landing The Kyzer Effect. Drakz runs up the turnbuckle, shouts as loud as he can mocking Hutton Brown and leaps backward moonsaulting down onto Trace.
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Keri Thames:The winners of this match Michael Kyzer & Drakz.
"Heartspace" hits the speaker system and Drakz and Kyzer celebrate in the ring with a handshake, Kyzer rolls out of the ring, grabs both his title and the national title and rolls back in. He gives the National title to Drakz and they both hold them aloft before Drakz stops, looks at the belt and upon seeing it's the National title laughs and throws it down to a floored Hutton. Kyzer pats him on the back and the two of them make their way back up the ramp to go party like it's 1976. The screen begins to fade to black as the WFWF logo flashes on the screen. |
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Post by bad guy™ on Dec 4, 2011 19:28:20 GMT -5
So...I want to give a big thanks to Hutton, Schneider, the anonymous returner and Drakz for all of your contributions.
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Post by Prophet of Ash on Dec 4, 2011 19:38:15 GMT -5
I like how I cut a promo in response to something that never happened.
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Post by bad guy™ on Dec 4, 2011 19:47:01 GMT -5
I like how I cut a promo in response to something that never happened. In hindsight, when I read your promo the first time, I thought it was a challenge. I missed a couple of key words in there. Whoops. |
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Post by eljefe on Dec 4, 2011 19:51:57 GMT -5
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Post by Deleted on Dec 4, 2011 21:27:42 GMT -5
Great show, lot of entertaining happenings. Looking forward to the International Title tournament.
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Post by recklessmatten on Dec 5, 2011 3:47:39 GMT -5
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Post by Deleted on Dec 5, 2011 9:41:18 GMT -5
I'm such a terrible person for laughing my ass off throughout the ENTIRE Scheneider segment. I've never laughed as much as I did when reading someone getting their ass kicked.
Six. and. Oh! Well, that was a pleasant surprise to wake up to in the morn. Pretty cool show.
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Post by eljefe on Dec 5, 2011 16:10:27 GMT -5
I wonder who I'm facing next Santa Clause in a Reindeer on A Pole Match. Someone asked in the Discussion thread, "What is this, TNA?" If that actually DID happen, yes, this wound be TNA. Also, my name is apparently "Vitta"...I must have missed that. |
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