Loaded Results: February 13th

And we’re back, and this time, with feeling.


Matthew Werner: Well, as you all have heard earlier in the show, it was announced that Ace Bennett will go up against Raider in his return match at IT’S SUPPER EFFECTIVE!


Matt Steel: I cannot wait for this match, Matthew. It’s going to be great to see Raider back in a WFWF ring!


Matthew Werner: I agree with you on that, and I have just received word that Stacy Grey is standing by backstage with his opponent, Ace Bennett, to get his reaction!


We cut to the back where the ever-so-beautiful Stacy Grey has caught up to Ace Bennett outside of the locker room, microphone in hand.


Stacy Grey: Ace, you just competed in a grueling match out there against Philip Schneider. And before that, news broke that you’d be going against another WFWF Hall of Famer, this time a returning Raider, at IT’S SUPER EFFECTIVE! You haven’t had the best track record as of late, what are your thoughts on the match?


Ace Bennett: My thoughts, Stacy? (He cracks a smile, though he is obviously not happy) My road so far has been full of highs and lows. One week I’m up, the next I’m down. But each and every week I am back here, back on my feet, ready for the next challenge. I’ve faced Hall of Famers before and won, so I am feeling pretty good about this. I am not too familiar with Raider other than the fact that I know he has been gone for a long time and that works to my advantage.


Stacy Grey: Ace, many people think this match could be your last chance to break though to the next level. After starting out strong here in the WFWF, you have struggled a lot in the past few weeks and haven’t had any noteworthy wins. What are we going to see different this time that around? Will we see the Ace Bennett that beat Trace Demon? Does that Ace still exist?


Her words turn to needles and stick in Ace’s skin. His smile disappears and he gets in Stacy’s face and looks right into her eyes.


Ace Bennett: Well, you see, sweetheart…


Ace freezes midsentence. His words are gone, lost somewhere in the air. His eyes move from Stacy and peer behind her, he is in awe. Stacy turns around slowly and she sees him too. He has on his trademark white racer jacket and black aviator sunglasses. She is almost in shock to see Raider standing there; he wasn’t advertised to be here tonight. She goes to speak but Raider gives her a smile and motions for the microphone, which she hastily hands over. Ace still can’t believe what he is seeing.


Raider: FINALLY…


Raider takes his aviators off and hangs them from his jacket as a massive pop is heard from the crowd. He continues.


Raider: You know what… I’m not going to do that shtick anymore, it’s been played out. But damn, it feels GREAT to be back!


He turns his attention to Stacy as the crowd is heard chanting his name.


Raider: Hey sexy, how you doing? Want to get something to eat after the show? There is a place right outside the arena that sells hot dogs… Hot, fresh, and a little salty. (He looks at his crotch and right back to her) It looks like that’s just want you need.


Raider is basking in the moment. Stacy is blushing and nodding like it’s her job (well, it kind of is) and Ace doesn’t look too thrilled. Raider turns his attention to Ace.


Raider: In all seriousness, I just want to take a minute and explain why I came here tonight. First, I want to wish you the best of luck in our match, Ace. I got the call the other day from Pierce telling me that he wanted me to face you in my return match and I just wanted to say I’m honored. You have got some balls, kid, to come out here each and every night, win or lose, and keep your head held high. You have come close to getting a shot at the biggest prize in the business and I am sure you will get another one. I see the fire in your eyes. You are hungry, but you seem to have gone astray in the past few weeks. I believe you can do a lot better than what we have seen recently. Hell, I believe we haven’t even seen the best of Ace Bennett yet.


And I just want to make this clear, right here, right now. I am not here to worry about streaks… 7-0… 17-0… who gives a rat’s ass. I did that my first go-round here. This time is different though… This time I’m here to bring justice and do whatever it takes to restore order in the WFWF. This is going to be an all out war. Some battles will be won, some will be lost. But just remember, the further you fall the stronger you get because down there… At the bottom… There is nothing left but darkness. You go off of instinct and learn to live with it. You carry it on your shoulders and when you are knocked down you let it remind you that you need to get back up. I’m here to make changes and will not be satisfied until it happens.


Ace, You are a warrior, but you are alone. Like any good army, you need backup. I have watched the footage and seen you struggle with Michael Kyzer and his cronies. They are just too much for you. They are too much for any one man. But you see that’s why I am here, standing before you and all of the WFWF. I am here to band together with guys like you, who want to achieve greatness and are on the cusp of it, but are being held down by the tyrant that is Kyzer. It’s time we get this war underway.


Raider pauses for a second as Ace takes it all in. Stacy just stares back and forth between the two men. Raider steps closer to Ace, their eyes are locked.


Raider: Ace, whatever happens between us, after IT’S SUPER EFFECTIVE, I want to put the match aside and join forces for the greater good of the WFWF. Whatd’ya say, Ace?


Raider flips the microphone, the handle facing Ace, and waits for his answer. Ace grabs the microphone.


Ace Bennett: You know what Raider, a lot has changed around here since you’ve been gone. You just think you can strut in and claim your place as this savior for the WFWF, yet you haven’t even had a single match since coming back? Then you come to me, and ask me for your help? How do I know you won’t just turn around and stab me in the back? I’ve been on quite the path lately, and I’m not afraid to say that my winnings ways have escaped me. I’m going to be a bit weary about anyone like you coming up to me and claiming to be my buddy.


Ace pauses, collecting his thoughts for a moment before continuing.


Ace Bennett: With that all said, I can tell that you know what you have with me. I want what is best for this company, and what is best for myself. And you know what? With Michael Kyzer running around here thinking he runs the place, that isn’t what’s best, not for me nor the company. I’m glad I’m not the only one around here that sees this anymore. You know what, you got yourself a deal. I think we would make one hell of a team.


Ace drops the microphone. The two men shake hands and then go face to face. Raider keeps a stern look on his face as Ace smirks. The crowd is heard going nuts. Stacy looks like she is about to have an orgasm, her hands flapping back and forth like a high school cheerleader, in the background.


There is a bunch of static before finally a flicker of light. All that is visible is a dimly lit room there is a figure pacing back and forth. The way the lighting is we can only see everything below his shoulders. By the sounds of things this is a basement of some sort as water can occasionally be heard dripping, concrete walls surrounding the person with pipes running every which way. The individual appears to be well dressed from what we can see as he is wearing a tailored pin stripe suit. Close up shots of the mans hand reveal a fairly pricey watch on the wrist and a huge gold ring on his left hand. A gold chain from a pocket watch hangs out of his jacket pocket as well. Occasionally the individual dips down just enough to reveal that he has about shoulder length dark hair and given the rugged shape of his jaw indicates that he's male. He has a wry smile on his face as he continues to walk back and forth rubbing his hands together, snapping them every once in a while. Finally the man stops his pacing and looks straight ahead, wry smile still intact. He places something on the ground in front of him, his hair drooping in front of him so as to still conceal his full identity. Standing straight up he flashes a hand sign, his pinky and ring finger down while his middle, index and thumb are up spaced out. It seems to be more of a wave or salute that this individual does. The man finally breaks his silence.


Man: Hook... In... Mouth...


The individual once again turns around as his ominous three word sentence echos off the concrete walls. A click is heard that sounds like a door being unlocked as the bright light from the outside floods the room. The sudden light after being in the dark for so long over exposes the camera allowing the man to flee from this basement without a good solid glimpse of who it was however the item the man placed on the floor may be a calling card of some sort. A black flag with two red grungy looking wings. The basement door closes and once again there is darkness. The sound of water dripping continues as the light flickers off.


Matthew Werner: Well, I’m not quite sure how we can follow up that BLOCKBUSTER announcement by Xavier Pierce. But that creepy ass vignette certainly was an interesting way to attempt it.


Matt Steel: Yeah….that was freaking crazy. I really have no clue what to say to that. But the show must go on as they say, and what better way than the next match on the card?


Matthew Werner: Well, that seems appropriate.


Matt Steel: Yes, yes it does.


Matthew Werner: And in this next match, we have the potential for a bloodbath, and it’s not because of who is facing who.


Matt Steel: Right, Matthew. It’s about who everyone’s teaming with. On one side we have Cam Nitta and Richard Wilkes who have been, since last week, dropping bombs towards the other. No one quite knows what Wilkes’ problem with Nitta is, but Nitta’s not one to back down from a challenge, and now these two will be facing off at IT’S SUPER EFFECTIVE for the WFWF National Championship. But tonight, they must team together to face quite the formidable duo.


Matthew Werner: That’s right. On the other side of the fence we have Ripp Jackson and Thunder who, after last week, were made into a tag team by order of WFWF CEO Xavier Pierce. Due to Jackson’s sudden burst onto the scene and Thunder being…well…one of the greatest wrestlers in history, Pierce decided that these two teaming up would only bolster the ratings as they team up at IT’S SUPER EFFECTIVE against Randel Benjamin and Dave Demento, who has had some strong words for the WFWF CEO since he took the reigns a few shows back. But that tag team match is also for the WFWF Tag Team Championships, which were stripped by Xavier Pierce after the former champions, Alex Sean and DGX, never got around going to Pierce to say that they were interested in remaining in the WFWF, as he instructed all roster members who were under King Kraig to do.


Matt Steel: Yep. But the problem is, these two are complete polar opposites when it comes to background and personality. Ripp Jackson is the fresh, clean new superstar with a world of promise ahead of him. Maybe he’s a bit happy-go-lucky, but he can take care of business. However, Thunder is, as I said, a polar opposite. Many have questioned over the last few months how many more miles Thunder’s legs may really have. He’s the longest tenured superstar in WFWF history, and while he has done just about everything that there is to do in the WFWF, and done it in questionable fashion might I add, one has to wonder how much more the man everyone in the WFWF loves to hate has left in the tank.


Matthew Werner: For sure. That feud with Shawn Malakai broke Thunder down pretty bad, to the point where his one victory over Shawn Malakai at Before the Devil Knows You’re There and a victory the week before against Oscar Conrad Davidson were the only victory Thunder has had in almost a year. This is clearly taking a toll on his psyche, and Jackson might not want to get too close.


The match began with Thunder and Nitta. Thunder, being the veteran, took control early with a series of headlocks and other holds. Nitta had managed to escape one of the holds though and tag out to Wilkes, who seemed to be playing along at the time. Wilkes came into the ring and let loose on Thunder, who clearly underestimated the ability of Richard Wilkes. Wilkes had a couple of quick pin attempts, but Thunder managed to tag in Jackson who went to work on Wilkes. Wilkes eventually went for a tag, but Nitta jumped off of the apron. Wilkes, infuriated, screamed at Nitta. In the meantime, Jackson had tagged in Thunder, who turned Wilkes around and dropped him with the Thunder and Lightning for the victory.


Keri Thames: Here are your winners, Ripp Jackson and Thunder.


Cam slides into the ring following the match. He stares at Wilkes, who is rising on one knee. Cam stares at him and acts as if he is going to leave the ring. However, he turns around just before he leaves and sees Wilkes beginning to stand, doubled over. Cam eyes widen and he runs at Wilkes and gives him a C4. Cam slides outside the ring and asks for a mic and grabs a chair. Cam saunters back into the ring and looks at Wilkes and acts like he is going to hit Wilkes with the chair, but suddenly backs off. Instead, he sets up the chair in the corner and grabs the microphone.


Cam Nitta: Wilkes, believe me, you got more problems than you can imagine. It wasn’t enough that you could just run in and attack me, thinking that I would just lie down and say, “Okay, buddy, that’s fine.” Wilkes, some advice, if you wanted to be friends, try talking first. But then, Wilkes, after trying to injure me, you decide to spam my cell phone day in and day out. I heard one of your messages, then blocked your number. Wilkes, you and I, maybe, just maybe, could have been good. But then you attacked me. Wilkes, believe me, you wouldn’t even make it to IT’S SUPER EFFECTIVE if I wanted you to not make it. But, right now I’m in my “seduced” state, as my psychologist calls it. So, right now, I won’t hurt you, Richard Wilkes. But, at IT’S SUPER EFFECTIVE, there will be no guarantees. But I’m not out here doing this because of you, Richard Wilkes. Believe that. I am here, talking right now, because I want everyone in the back to see this. After the PPV, you won’t be saying “Cam who?” or “that clown” No, no, NO. After the PPV, you will be saying, “Damn, Cam Nitta is a sick f**k!” after you see what I do to this man. Well, part of a man. (Cam begins to laugh) At the PPV, Wilkes, you are NOT standing in my way. I will be National Champion, and there is nothing that you can do about it other than lay on the mat and bleed. Have a wonderful day.


Cam drops the mic, refolds the chair, and throws it on top of Richard Wilkes. He stares at Wilkes for a little while, wondering if he should do more, before walking out of the ring and into the backstage area. Meanwhile, still in the ring following their victory, Ripp Jackson and Thunder, both of whom have microphones in their hands, look down at the seemingly lifeless body of Richard Wilkes. They look at each other and shrug as they casually roll him out of the ring. Thunder puts the microphone to his lips.


Thunder: I must say, we’re only into this new regime under Xavier Pierce, and I have to say, I’m loving it. It’s about time someone finally puts this company back on track and got rid of that excess weight in the former WFWF Tag Team Champions.


Ripp Jackson: Now, now Thunder. Are you just mad that Alex Sean and DGX both took away your WFWF Championship on two separate occasions?


Thunder: Damn right I am, but you know, I can’t say that it was the worst thing that happened to me. I mean, yeah, my life crumpled at my feet at one point…but between that and my battles with Shawn Malakai…it taught me that I am not as immortal as I thought I was. And now, I have the chance to make it all right once more. It’s not quite the WFWF Championship, but it’s a step in the right direction. And Ripp, I barely know you…and I’m not too sure that I want to, but you know something…I see potential in you. I see potential for you to become like me in all of the good ways. But in order to get there, you have to prove to me and everyone that you really have what it takes to make it big. You have to prove to me and to everyone that you can do it, and you can only do that by aiding me in winning the WFWF Tag Team Championships. I refuse to allow you to just come along for the ride…you have to earn your keep.


”This is Extreme” by Harry and the Slashtones resonates throughout the arena as, from behind the curtain, come Randel Benjamin and Dave Demento, armed with chairs and Demento also has a microphone. Upon seeing the chairs, Jackson rolls out of the ring and over to the production crew. He grabs a steel chair and launches it into the ring at Thunder, who skillfully catches the chair. Jackson grabs one for himself and rolls into the ring and bashes it off of the mat a couple of times. Demento and Benjamin stay out of the ring.


Dave Demento: You have a lot of nerve, coming out here old man, talking about how good the WFWF’s gotten in just a couple of weeks. Xavier Pierce has done jack sh*t in the way of helping make the WFWF better.


Thunder: Yeah, considering he gave you two a tag title shot, maybe you’re right. Nothing good. Jack sh*t.


Dave Demento: Considering you’ve won three matches in the course of about a year, you have no room to talk about deserving a title match. And at IT’S SUPER EFFECTIVE, Benjamin and I will fulfill our destinies and win the WFWF Tag Team Championships, and en route, we’ll make it a point to take you out and have your partner join you in an early retirement.


Demento and Thunder stare each other down while Benjamin and Jackson clearly assume the bodyguard roles as we cut to the break.

And we're back.


Matthew Werner: Well next up ladies and gentlemen we've got a highly anticipated rematch from Superbrawl.


Matt Steel: You'd think the bookers would have a little more imagination?


Matthew Werner: Both David Brennan and Drakz got through the first round of the International Title Tournament laid out by the new management, that's how they got here. Drakz's first round victory has however brought a lot of controversy to the tournament though as many are saying Kylie threw the match in his favour.


Matt Steel: Did you see the clothesline? He took her head off and won the match.


The lights dim, and the first chords of “Absent” echo through the arena. The lights explode on and Michael Kyzer is standing in the entrance way, with his trademark smirk. He makes his way to the ring with little interaction with the fans.


Matthew Werner: What's he doing out here? His match isn't until later?


Kyzer walks around the ring instead of getting inside and pulls up a seat at the commentary desk. On goes a 3rd headset.


Michael Kyzer: What's happening f*gs? I thought I'd bring a little excitement to the commentary, plus I wanted a front row seat for what is going to be the best match you've seen in years.


Matthew Werner: Well I don't blame you, this next match has been surrounded by a buzz since it was announced.


"It's been a long time,
It's been a long time,
It's been a long time since I've been home!"


As "Whiskey Will" by Darkbuster kicks into high gear, David Brennan steps out onto the stage, right fist thrust high in the air, the left clutching a half empty bottle of Jack Daniel's Tennessee Whiskey. Fist held high as he ambles down the ramp, David swigs from the bottle as he approaches ringside.


Keri Thames: This match is the semi final of the International Title Tournament and is scheduled for one fall. First by way of Allentown, Pennsylvania, weighing in at 243lbs David Brennan!


Michael Kyzer: That's my boy!


He stumbles before pulling himself up to the ring mat, turning to face the crowd, yelling as he pumps his fist at them. The crowd responds with vocal disgust, as they would rather not be subjected to the antics of a dangerous, hateful alcoholic. Stepping into the ring, David drowns what is left in the bottle, then leans over the top rope and sprays a mist of the brown liquid out over the crowd, saluting them with his middle finger in the process as his music fades.


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, 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 drum-beat.


Keri Thames: And his opponent from Leeds, England, weighing 236lbs Drakz!


Michael Kyzer: That's also my boy!


Kyzer stands up applauding.


Michael Kyzer: Bravo! Bravo!


Drakz hops up onto the ring apron and takes a look around the arena at the crowd. 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 slapping hands with David and saying a few words to his new friend. The two then back into their corners and the ref signals for the bell to start the match.


Matthew Werner: Well this is going to be a barn burner, two of the hottest superstars in the WFWF today facing off with a mutual respect for one another.


The two men lock up in the centre of the ring but the stronger of the two in Brennan pushes Drakz backward sending him rolling into the turnbuckle. He wastes no time and it's evident David wants this victory to make it to the final at the PPV. He follows up with a huge knee that catches Drakz on the side of the head as he rises to his feet and it seems Drakz has been rocked in a big way.


Matt Steel: That nearly knocked him out!


Michael Kyzer: Nah.


Brennan unloads with a series of rights and lefts dropping Drakz to the matt. He doesn't let up and follows with more driving knees. Drakz's eyes are rolling into his head at this point but David is hell bent on picking up the win here tonight. He lifts Drakz up and plants him on the top turnbuckle.


Matthew Werner: Drakz is looking like a rag doll swaying around up there.


Brennan climbs and sets Drakz up for a superplex but the veteran locks his legs around the ropes. Brennan attempts to remedy this with a series of blows to the rib cage and then tries the lift again but to no avail. This time Drakz instead reverses and throws himself and Brennan down with a top rope falcon arrow. He covers.


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Brennan kicks out on one.


Michael Kyzer: Electricity already, what did I say?


Matthew Werner: Both men are certainly giving it their all from the get go.


Surprisingly Brennan is the first to his feet closely followed by Drakz. David whips him into the ropes and then follows nailing a running clothesline that sends Drakz tumbling over the top and to the ground below. Brennan remains on the attack and rolls under the bottom rope to meet him. He lifts Drakz and whips him again, this time into the guard wall. Drakz however jumps straight over it, landing on his feet. He turns around only to be met by an airborne Brennan who leapfrogs the barricade and delivers a hard flying shoulder sending them both tumbling into the audience's seats.


Matthew Werner: I thought these two were friends now?


Michael Kyzer: Tough love is the only love in our family.


Matt Steel: Word.


Brennan hangs Drakz out to dry on the barricade, climbs up onto it and delivers a double stomp to the back of his head, flipping him over and back out of the crowd. Maintaining focus and not wasting time with show boating, Brennan pulls up one of the matts that covers the hard floor outside the ring and tosses it to one side. He then heaves Drakz up to his feet and sets him up for a pile-driver onto the exposed floor but Drakz stands up throwing David over his head and crashing down onto the thin protective matts. Drakz turns and smiles at Kyzer and they exchange a high five.


Matt Steel: Such team spirit.


Drakz catches the stumbling Brennan and throws him overhead again, this time with a belly to belly suplex onto the concrete. Brennan roars with pain but drags himself to his feet using the edge of the announcers desk to stabilise. Drakz now rolls back into the ring and signals for David to follow. He allows David to get back inside the squared circle without any kind of attack and the two begin to circle the ring smiling, knowing how great a challenge they both pose to one another. Drakz however is the first to go back on the assault and he runs at David, David drops to the ground letting Drakz run over him and into the ropes. Brennan rises and tries to nail Drakz with another clubbing clothesline but this time Drakz scouts the move and ducks, taking the arm behind David's back and hooking the other before driving David hard into the matt with his signature tiger suplex, he holds the bridge for the pin.


Matthew Werner: That was devastating, this could be it!


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Kick out!


Brennan rolls to the left but Drakz maintains the lock of the arms and struggles to his feet. He flips David overhead and hits another tiger suplex, only this time he doesn't attempt a pin he merely rolls and lifts him to his feet again and hits a third and final version of the move, releasing David in mid air. Both men are down.


Michael Kyzer: Just beautiful stuff here gentlemen, I dare either of you to find fault in this performance so far.


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Drakz is back to his feet and he pulls David up with him, hitting a number of European uppercuts that have David on wobbly legs. He then turns him over, hooking the leg, with a fisherman suplex but David slips down the back and drops Drakz with a reverse DDT. The crowd is going wild and David signals for the end as he climbs to the top turnbuckle.


Matt Steel: Looking for the Fresh Cut here, let's see if he can nail Drakz with it this time.


Drakz is up and bent double, holding the back of his head and David soars.


Matthew Werner: HE DODGED IT!……………AGAIN!


Matt Steel: My ears!……………again.


Michael Kyzer: Yeah that was unnecessarily loud you pr*ck.


In almost a mirror of Superbrawl Brennan rises to his feet and Drakz goes for the Needle Damage only this time Brennan in an act of desperation hits a low blow and Drakz drops to his knees. Brennan leans back and bounces off the ropes, picking up momentum and hitting a big boot right into the mouth of his hurting opponent. He looks out cold and so David covers.


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Kick out!


Matthew Werner: This is truly a match that won't be forgotten in a hurry.


Michael Kyzer: Ever. You were supposed to say ever. Do your job p*ssy.


Matt Steel: You know you're alright, do you fancy coming on commentary more often?


Michael Kyzer: Mr Steel I would but I've got too many important things to be doing, like washing my hair.


David, unlike most other superstars, doesn't stop to complain to the ref or pretend he's shocked. Instead he drags Drakz to the centre of the ring, folds his legs and rolls him over clamping him in The Hooligan Leg-Lock.


Matthew Werner: Drakz is in the centre of the ring. He's got no choice but to tap!


Drakz refuses to let out a cry of pain, his mouth tightens and his eyes are fixed, staring into space.


Matt Steel: What is he doing? Is he trying to find his happy place?


Drakz lifts himself up using his arms and winces in pain but he manages to create enough space under David to roll back between his legs. David showcases his great strength now and lifts Drakz up by his legs in a powerbomb like move but Drakz reaches up and wraps his arm around David's head. David panics and releases his legs, landing Drakz back on his feet still holding David's skull under his arm. He then grabs David's arm and uses it as leverage to spin him around so he is facing the rafters. Drakz then kicks his feet out from underneath him and has his version of a reverse dragon sleeper locked in good and tight.


Matthew Werner: He calls this Channel 9, and I think it's about to do a number on David.


Michael Kyzer: That really was terrible.


David attempts to struggle free but there is no give in the hold and with every passing second he is fading. Seeing no way out David is forced to submit and Drakz breaks the hold, falling back onto the matt.


Keri Thames: Here is your winner Drakz!


Matt Steel: That was an epic display that we just witnessed.


Michael Kyzer: Damn straight.


Drakz rises to his feet and offers David a hand which he accepts and gets to his feet as well, followed by a hand shake and both men nodding in acknowledgement of each others effort. The alliance they have forged is strong enough to withstand any match. Michael Kyzer leaves the commentary desk now and joins his friends in the ring, taking a microphone with him. Kyzer greets both men, congratulating them both and then stares around at the fans.


Michael Kyzer: There is a change coming. The tectonic plates are shifting and re-aligning and all sorts of other end of days sh*t.


The crowd pops. Idiots.


Michael Kyzer: As you all know David here has recently joined our ranks. You could say he was scouted, we only associate with the best. Schneider this is why we keep you at arms length. Over the last couple of weeks things have fallen down around you and I for one seem to be benefiting from that. Your opponent becomes my ally, your girl becomes mine, the pieces of the puzzle are almost too perfect. But it is now that things turn really sour for you because what you see before you is a unit. A unit with a collective mind set, the absolute control of this company. All of the gold, all of the talent and the only 3 men left standing after the winds of sh*t surpass. Schneider you won't see us coming.


He passes the microphone to Drakz.


Drakz: But don't fret too much Obo. Whilst it might seem the numbers game is heavily set in Michael's favour, you have to remember myself and David have our own paths to be taking, and let's be honest 1 on 1 is all it needs. Once the credits roll at the end of the upcoming PPV the WFWF will be strapped to our backs, as we carry the weight of the gold, the faces of the company.


He looks at his team mates and jokes:


Drakz: Ain't it just beautiful?


Michael and David both crack up, nodding in agreement all the same.


Drakz: Ladies and gentlemen we are "The New Epoch"…..You might want to look up the last word folks, it's a bit of a difficult one.


Drakz looks around wondering if any of the audience are even switched on enough to realise that was a dig at their intelligence. Apparently not.


Drakz: This alliance whilst yet to be tested is already unbeatable. I genuinely accept any offer to attempt to rattle us, and I guarantee no one in that locker room is capable of coming up with the goods. I mean have you seen this?


Drakz tears off his invisible shirt and flexes his muscles in a way that reminds us of that guy with the moustache from 3 Ninjas: High Noon At Mega Mountain. He passes the mic to David Brennan and continues to walk the ring celebrating.


David Brennan: Someone pass me a bottle...


A ring hand jumps up to answer the call, reaching into a ringside cooler and tossing a dark, nondescript bottle of beer to David Brennan, who cracks it open with a twist of his hand. He picks the mic back up, hoisting the bottle above his head, as if to salute the cheering idiots in the crowd.


David Brennan: ...I don't say much, so I ain't gonna say much. I've seen enough death, seen enough of my brothers fall, to know when a storm's about to hit, to know when the hammer's about to fall. This age in the WFWF has come to an end, and tonight, a new era begins. I'm not about to extend my hand to save all of you out back from the fall, but I'm a man of respect - and it's with that respect that I share with you tonight a custom I've shared with all the men and women I know who have come to pass, men and women who the WFWF will soon come to join in the land of the dead.


With the bottle still hoisted above his head, David hands the mic off to Kyzer, faces the entrance stage, and slowly tilts the bottle sideways, emptying the entire 16 ounces of amber liquid onto the ring mat below. Once the bottle is empty, he tosses it over the ropes, laughing as it shatters into pieces on the entrance ramp. With both hands now free, he hoists both arms up, offering a double fisted, one finger salute to the entire locker room.


Michael Kyzer: Within a matter of weeks of my return I've attained the highest accolade in this business, kicked off the high school reunion and got Drakz back in the game, scouted the hottest prospect in Mr Brennan and in true silent movie style run off with the hero's girl. Hero is a little strong, he is just a bum after all. But as you can see I am in as fine a position as ever and nothing looks to be opposing that. "The New Epoch" is here peasants and from now on we are the only constant.


Michael drops the mic, almost blowing the arena's PA speakers and the 3 men join hands, raising them above their heads in unison. "The New Epoch" is born.