"IT'S SUPER EFFECTIVE!" Results

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Xavier Pierce:[/b] Mr. Kyzer I've been expect-


He looks up and sees that the man in front of him is not Michael Kyzer, but none other than "Avatar" Drake Elias. Elias is still in his ring gear, following his impressive victory over AJ King and a no-showing Jon O'Deeves. Elias' hulking form stands across from Pierce, breathing heavily.[/b]


Xavier Pierce:[/b] Oh, Mr. Elias. I wasn't expecting you. Is there something you need? Please, sit down.


Elias stares at the chair that Pierce is pointing out to him. Obliging, Elias sits and intently stares at Pierce.[/b]


Xavier Pierce:[/b] So what can I help you with Drake. Impressive win out there by the way. You'll be moving up the ranks in no time. Good luck next week in your National Title match.


Drake Elias:[/b] It's too easy.


Xavier Pierce:[/b] I beg your pardon?


Drake Elias:[/b] My match. I came for some competition. I know I am new to the wrestling thing but my advisors have informed me that they believe that I am better than the National Championship. I just want to face someone who can give me a challenge. No disrespect.


Xavier Pierce:[/b] You don't want the National Championship?


Drake Elias:[/b] Not if it means that I face people like this. I want someone who will push me.


Pierce stares at Elias, perplexed at the big man’s bluntness.[/b]


Xavier Pierce:[/b] You do have a point, you bulldozed through all of your first opponents. I don't think we've seen anyone like you in quite some time. I'll tell ya what, instead of giving you a National Title match, I'll let you be the first man to get a shot at either Drakz or Trace Demon for the International Championship. I feel like you could give either of them a run for their money. How does that sound?


Elias looks at Pierce, and nods his head.[/b]


Xavier Pierce:[/b] Very good, I'll see you at the next Loaded. Pleasure doing business with you.


Pierce offers his hand to Elias, to which he grips it tightly as he shakes it and walks out, not saying a single word.[/b]

Matthew Werner:[/b] What an interesting development.

Matt Steel:[/b] This Elias guy means business.

Matthew Werner:[/b] And now it’s time for the WFWF Tag Team Championship match.


Matt Steel:[/b] Yeah. For a couple of weeks now, the teams of Benjamin and Demento, and Jackson and Thunder have been having a war of words, which arguably all got its start thanks to Demento’s public negative opinion of WFWF CEO Xavier Pierce’s short reign as the boss here in WFWF.


Matthew Werner:[/b] Yep. And to prove Demento wrong, Xavier Pierce enacted the series of events that have led us to today. In order to clean up the mucky tag division, he started form the very top, stripping WFWF Tag Team Champions Alex Sean and DGX of their championships. They hadn’t defended them since they won them, and after they failed to return their restructured contracts, they were terminated form the company completely.


Matt Steel:[/b] Next up, Xavier Pierce out right agreed with Demento, agreeing that they were the most formidable tag team in the WFWF at the moment. But to the dismay of Demento, Xavier Pierce didn’t just hand over the titles to the dastardly hardcore team. Instead, he announced that they would have to fight for those titles here at IT’S SUPER EFFECTIVE. Enter Thunder and Ripp Jackson.


Matthew Werner:[/b] Bingo. Thunder and Ripp Jackson were quite the odd couple coming off of that announcement. Ripp is the newest edition to the WFWF, and has yet to lose…looking impressive in every showing. Thunder on the other hand, has won one match in about seven or eight shows.


Matt Steel:[/b] Some have been calling him washed up. Some are calling Ripp a flash in the pan. It’s up to these two to help the other prove everyone wrong, otherwise they’re both going to sink. It’s that simple. They don’t have an easy task here against Benjamin and Demento, but if anyone can do it, they can.


”This Is Extreme” by Harry and the Slashtones resonates throughout the arena as the likes of Randel Benjamin and Dave Demento come out from behind the curtain, a look of dark seriousness on their faces. Demento is smacking Benjamin’s back and head and shoulders, trying to get the big man ready for what is the biggest match of both of their careers thusfar.[/b]


Keri Thames:[/b] The following match is for the WFWF Tag Team Championships! First, from Toronto, Ontario Canada. Weighing in at a combined weight of 692 pounds, they are the first of two challenging teams. They are Randel Benjamin and Dave Demento!


Demento and Benjamin both get down to the ring and pull themselves up onto the apron and into the ring. Both Demento and Benjamin lightly touch their fingers over the titles that the referee is holding out for them to see.[/b]


”Born To The Fight” by Waylander bursts through the PA System. The crowd erupts as Ripp Jackson bursts out from behind the curtain, arms in the air, spinning around, trying to get the crowd pumped. Jackson begins to make his way down the ramp as he slaps hands with the fans along the guard rail.[/b]


Keri Thames:[/b] And the challengers. First, from Dublin, Ireland. Weighing in at 220 pounds, he is Ripp Jackson!


Ripp runs all of the way around the ring, slapping hands with everyone who wants. However, instead of entering the ring, Jackson waits outside of the ring on the same side as the entrance ramp. He dramatically points towards the curtains as the lights dim.[/b]


”Horseshoes and Handgrenades” resonates throughout the arena as the lights burst back on, a flurry of gold, white and green strobe lights rapidly firing off from different points of the arena as Thunder makes his way out from behind the curtain, donning the almost majestic ankle length coat he wore for all of those years during his rise to the top. Talk about nostalgia, and the fans are happy to see a younger looking Thunder.[/b]


Matthew Werner:[/b] The coat? The strobes? That kick in his step? Is that even him?


Keri Thames:[/b] And his partner, from Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. Weighing in tonight at 220 pounds, he is Thunder!


Thunder begins to make his way down to the ring, a strut in his step that hasn’t been seen in quite a while. He gets down to the bottom of the ramp and looks at Ripp Jackson, and then in turn they both stare down Benjamin and Demento. The team rolls into the ring. Thunder removes his coat and hands it to Keri on the outside of the ring. Ripp and Thunder both lightly touch the WFWF Tag Team Championships as the ref raises them high and calls for the bell.[/b]


DING! DING! DING![/b]


Matthew Werner:[/b] Here we go, our first WFWF Tag Team Championship match in months, let’s do it!


Jackson and Demento start out the match, Demento quickly taking over. Being the bigger man in height and weight, he uses that to his advantage, wrestling Jackson to the mat quickly, only to have Jackson wriggle himself out of the clutch and back to his feet, both men at a deadlock. They tie up again, but before Demento could take Jackson down, Jackson delivers a stiff front kick to the gut of Demento, dropping him to his knees. Jackson quickly rolls Demento onto his back in an attempt to pin him while he’s stunned.[/b]


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Demento kicks out at two. The crowd boos that he kicked out, but regardless of what they think, the battle rages on. Both men get to their feet, but Jackson delivers a stiff hammerfist into the chest of Demento, knocking him down to his back, out of breath. Jackson drops a leg over the throat of Demento and drags him over to the corner, setting him up in the corner and tags in Thunder, who comes into the ring by swinging himself up and over the top rope, driving his boots into the chest of the seated Demento, causing Demento to double over in pain. Thunder grabs the legs of Demento and drags him to the middle of the ring and attempts a slingshot. Demento, in an impressive showing of finesse for such a big man allows himself to take a fall on his shoulder so he can roll and get to his feet immediately and leap, tagging in Benjamin and rolling out of the ring in one fluid motion.[/b]


Matthew Werner:[/b] Impressive by Demento.


Benjamin now enters the ring and towers over Thunder. Thunder throws a punch and kick Benjamin’s way, and it does no damage. Thunder ricochets himself off of the ropes and throws a shoulder into the big mans chest, and it does nothing. Thunder, tuning his inner ninja, jumps and hits a back roundhouse kick into the head of Benjamin, who is still standing. Thunder shakes his head in frustration. Thunder yells at the ref that this is pretty much bullsh*t. The ref shrugs. Thunder points to Ripp and yells at him, telling him to put that weapon away. Ripp has no weapon, but the ref doesn’t know that. He turns to Ripp and Thunder takes advantage, kicking Benjamin straight in the gonads. This takes the big man down, getting him in prime position for his head to be throttled by punches and kicks, taking full advantage of that known concussion problem Benjamin has. Thunder drives a knee right into the head of Benjamin and covers him.[/b]


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Demento gets into the ring and breaks up the count at two and goes ape sh*t on Thunder. Ripp Jackson runs into the ring and spears Demento and rolls him out of the ring. Thunder continues his assault on Benjamin, but it’s of no use as Benjamin’s finally recovering from the flurry of attacks. He slowly pulls himself to his feet as Thunder continues his relentless assault. Benjamin, to his feet, shoves Thunder down on his ass, the former WFWF Champion’s eyes open as wide as a high class whore’s legs. Thunder takes a boot to the face from Benjamin. The big man then picks up Thunder and begins to body slam him over and over. He lifts Thunder up and tosses him into one of the neutral corners. The giant charges. The ref gets caught in the crossfire while checking on Thunder, both men getting smashed within the attack. Both slump down. Demento gets into the ring and both him and Benjamin go after Thunder. Jackson walks along the apron, debating on getting involved. He bites, his face turning from happy-go-lucky into a face that we’ve never seen from him before, and gets into the ring and goes wild on Demento and Benjamin. Demento throws a punch and is met with a stiff uppercut and a Jumping Cutter, knocking him out cold. Benjamin then attempts a clothesline, misses, and Jackson makes him eat a Jumping Cutter, right on top of Dave Demento, crushing him. Jackson uses all of his strength to roll Benjamin so he’s still crushing Demento but his shoulders are on the mat. Once he does that, Jackson drags Thunder over, and drapes loopy man’s arm over Benjamin’s neck. Jackson then picks up the referee by his shirt and belt and literally drops him in view of the pinfall attempt. Ripp lays down on top of Thunder to make sure Benjamin’s shoulders stay down.[/b]


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The ref calls for the bell and then collapses, still woozy from the smash he took in the corner.[/b]


Keri Thames:[/b] Here are your winners and your NEW WFWF Tag Team Champions…RIPP JACKSON AND THUNDER!


Matthew Werner:[/b] Something tells me Thunder’s not going to approve of Jackson pretty much leaving him for dead and then soaking up all of the glory.


Matt Steel:[/b] Yeah, but Thunder got the final pinfall after Jackson cleaned house. So doesn’t Thunder arguably get all of the glory?


Matthew Werner:[/b] **Not sure if serious face**[/b] And when Benjamin and Demento wake up from their naps, they’re not going to be happy either.


Matt Steel:[/b] They just lost their WFWF Tag Team Championship match that they worked so hard to earn to an old man and a guy who barely speaks comprehensible English. Can you blame them?


Ripp Jackson rolls out of the ring and grabs the two titles from Keri Thames and rolls back into the ring and hands one to Thunder, who is beginning to regain his composure. Jackson rolls out of the ring and walks up the turnbuckle, exchanging slaps with fans as they celebrate in the title win with him. Meanwhile Thunder is on his knees, holding the WFWF Tag Team Championship in one hand and his neck in the other, trying to figure out what just happened.[/b]


Matt Steel:[/b] Wanna know what I just noticed?


Matthew Werner:[/b] What's that?


Matt Steel:[/b] We didn't say much during that last match...


Matthew Werner:[/b] We didn't did we? Ah well...


Awkward.[/b]


Matthew Werner:[/b] And now ladies and gentlemen, we have a very special announcement to make.


Matt Steel:[/b] Yep. Every year right around this time, we induct the most worthy of WFWF stars in our history into the WFWF Hall of Fame.


Matthew Werner:[/b] And in keeping with that tradition, we are proud to announce our first inductee.


Matt Steel:[/b] Inductees.


Matthew Werner:[/b] I was going to add that.


Matt Steel:[/b] Whatever, roll the clip.


The opening clips for the WFWF’s intro begin to play on the screen, but then they cut to static. Then, you hear a cash register ching, a bottle break, a woman moan, a motorcycle kick and an almost tribal like yell as “Sanctified” by Wolfgang blasts. Morgan Freeman begins to speak in voiceover, because he’s Morgan Freeman.[/b]


Morgan Freeman:[/b] In a WFWF that was falling to its knees under the weight of corruption, one group stood above the corrupt establishment and fought back. No level lower or higher than the other, all five members of this splinter faction remained strong and helped carry the company through its darkest hour. Aptly named The Axis, the group of Thunder, Kurt Burton, Wayne McGurk, Vanessa McGurk and The Possessed Child dominated the WFWF scene for the latter part of 2006 all of the way through 2008, The Axis tore through the WFWF while keeping it afloat at the same time. The Possessed Child would quickly wrap up the WFWF X-Breed Championship (now the WFWF National Championship). Vanessa McGurk began her rise en route to the WFWF International Championship. Wayne McGurk held the WFWF International Championship and the WFWF Tag Team championships along side Kurt Burton while Thunder would rise all of the way to the top of the WFWF by winning the coveted WFWF Championship. Minus The Possessed Child, who quickly disappeared following the disbanding of The Axis, the other four went on to have very successful singles careers. But the fact remains that The Axis built the careers of these five mega stars, and with everything that they accomplished while being members of The Axis…it goes without saying that the WFWF is very proud to induct The Axis into the Tag Team and Stable wing of the WFWF Hall of Fame, Class of 2012.


Matthew Werner:[/b] There you have it ladies and gentlemen, the first inductees into the WFWF Hall of Fame in this Class of 2012, and I can’t say that I disagree.


Matt Steel:[/b] Nope.


Matthew Werner:[/b] And with that, we bring you our next match. In a battle between three of the most talented members of the WFWF roster, we have a triple threat for you featuring Mak Cross, David Brennan, and Tabitha Owens.


Matt Steel:[/b] Let's do this. Triple threat, round two.


The crowd cheers as Mak's music first blares. The lighting changes from the normal arena light to blue in rapid succession as Mak emerges from the curtain the moment the lyrics kick in. He gives a small grin as he makes his way down the aisle, and does his Superman Punch taunt while screaming "BOOM!" and laughing, giving as many high fives to the fans as he can. [/b]


Keri Thames:[/b] The following contest is a triple threat match scheduled for one fall, first making his way to the ring, weighing 239lbs, Mak Cross!


Matthew Werner:[/b] Mak Cross is one of the fastest rising stars around here. Although he has been on a bit of a slump lately, a win here would really boost his momentum.


Once Mak he reaches the end of the aisle he slides into the ring and at the camera does his sidewinder taunt. After that he goes to the middle rope and does the taunt again for his fans.[/b]


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.[/b]


Keri Thames:[/b] And his first opponent, representing The New Epoch, hailing from Allentown, Pennsylvania, David Brennan!


Matt Steel:[/b] New Epoch represent!


Matthew Werner:[/b] Brennan has been impressive since becoming buddies with Michael Kyzer and Drakz.


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.[/b]


“We Are Pilots” by Shiny Toy Guns hits the arena PA and Tabitha Owens heads to the ring in a generic way as for some reason her bio hasn't been updated, not that it matters as we already know she isn't going to win.[/b]


Keri Thames:[/b] Finally, the third contestant, weighing 135lbs, Tabitha Owens!


Tabitha's in the ring.[/b]


Matt Steel:[/b] Wow that was boring.


The referee rings the bell and this highly anticipated 3 way is underway. Mak starts things by drilling Brennan with a huge elbow, Tabitha quickly follows suit and the two begin a beat-down on the outnumbered skin head. Brennan crumples to the floor under the onslaught however Mak, not wanting to allow anyone but him to remain on top, turns on Owens flattening her with a big spinning lariat that turns her inside out.[/b]


Matthew Werner:[/b] Oh my god, that nearly took Tabitha's head clean off!


Mak moves back to Brennan to continue his barrage of fists but is met with a hard uppercut, followed by a series of shots to the head. He stumbles back and before he knows it finds himself dropped to the matt with a side effect from David. David follows up, pulling Mak to his feet and sending him hard into the turnbuckle. As he charges in he is caught by a raised boot from Mak. Brennan stumbles away across the ring and Mak races toward him, landing a german suplex that throws David into the corner himself. Mak rises up and meets Brennan, lifting him up onto the top turnbuckle before climbing up there himself. Mak now looks for a superplex but Brennan refuses to budge. Brennan hits a few sharp punches to Mak's rib cage and then reverses the superplex in a huge move that sends both men tumbling to the hard ground outside the ring and has the crowd chanting "Holy Sh*t!"[/b]


Matthew Werner:[/b] Jesus christ! These men are risking life and limb and this match has only just begun!


Matt Steel:[/b] I don't think they're going to be able to keep this kind of pace up. They're lucky to be alive after that.


The referee is too caught up in checking on the condition of the two men to consider counting them out, and after over a minute has passed it is Brennan who rises back to his feet, holding onto the ring apron to stabilise himself. He boots Mak in the head a number of times before dragging him to a standing base from which he irish whips him toward the crowd barrier. Mak reverses the whip and roars, driving Brennan as hard as he can into the barrier. Brennan is thrown with such force that he has no chance to change his position and instead runs head first into the cold metal, staggers and falls flat on his back.[/b]


Matthew Werner:[/b] There's little give in that barrier and I think David Brennan just learnt that the hard way.


Mak rolls into the ring and lays there, taking this moment to gather himself as he is still reeling from the superplex to the outside. Tabitha is finally stirring and she moves over to Mak, thinking he has just been downed by a move. As she attempts a submission Mak rolls to his side, awkwardly throwing her between the ropes and onto her face on the ground surrounding the ring.[/b]


Matt Steel:[/b] Well……..at least she's trying?


Brennan is up now but is looking hurt. Mak sees this and rallies the crowd signalling for a dare devil move. He runs across the ring and suicide dives through the ropes but is instead caught with an even-flow DDT from Brennan.[/b]


Matthew Werner:[/b] This is simply unbelievable wrestling here folks, both Brennan and Cross are showing us why they deserve to move to the next level in this business.


Matt Steel:[/b] It takes real precision to land a move like that.


Brennan now smiling rolls Mak back into the ring leaving his head still hanging outside, to which he drops a number of elbows. Brennan then climbs the apron and drops a final elbow, jumping from the apron down to ground level.[/b]


Matthew Werner:[/b] That hurt him bad!


Mak contorts in pain, writhing back into the centre of the ring and Brennan follows him in, but not before delivering a huge kick to the side of Tabitha Owen's head, dropping her back onto her face.[/b]


Matt Steel:[/b] Both of these men making sure Tabitha doesn't even get a look in. This is supposed to be a triple threat but anyone watching this would think Tabitha forgot to RP or something?


Matthew Werner:[/b] Forgot to what?


Matt Steel:[/b] I'm not sure, that just came out.


With David now back inside the ring he lifts Mak back up but his grip is broken and the two men begin trading shots with one another until Mak hits a knee to the gut that bends Brennan over double. Mak then bounces off of the ropes and leaps over Brennan dropping him with a sunset-flip bomb which he holds for the cover.[/b]


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Kick out![/b]


Matt Steel:[/b] That was damn close considering it was the first pin attempt of the match.


Brennan rolls out backwards onto his feet, stomping Mak with the bottom of his boot directly in the mouth. Brennan then backs up, bounces off the ropes himself and nearly takes Mak's head off with a basement dropkick. Now he goes for the pin.[/b]


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Kick out![/b]


Brennan stands up and looks at the downed Mak Cross, laughing as Cross uses Brennan's belt line to attempt to heave himself to his feet. Brennan hits a number of forearm shots to the back of Mak's neck and then jams his head between his legs. He heaves him up onto his shoulders and runs toward the ropes attempting to jackknife powerbomb Mak over the top but Mak instead rolls over and tosses Brennan down to the outside with a hurricanrana whilst he lands on his feet on the apron. [/b]


Matthew Werner:[/b] What athleticism!


Brennan is quickly to his feet and only his lighting reactions help him avoid a running knee. Brennan grabs the leg he narrowly avoided and pulls it, dropping Mak flat out on the ring apron. Not wasting a moment Brennan scales the turnbuckle all the way to the top rope and just as Mak seems to be lifting himself onto all fours on the apron Brennan leaps smashing Mak's face into the unforgiving ring frame with "The Fresh Cut". Brennan acts quickly and rolls his seemingly unconscious opponent into the ring and makes the cover.[/b]


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Keri Thames:[/b] Here is your winner, David Brennan!


Matthew Werner:[/b] What an impressive victory there for David Brennan. Who knows, that could launch him into title contention. That is the first win for the New Epoch tonight, something tells me they won't be satisfied with just that.


Matt Steel:[/b] You don't say?


Matthew Werner:[/b] Would you stop saying that? I'm just trying to do my job. It's been a great night of action so far, wouldn't you say, Matt?


Matt Steel:[/b] Yeah, pretty solid, let's hope the rest of the matches don't disappoint. [/center]

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Keri Thames:[/b] The following match is scheduled for one fall and it is the finals of the WFWF International Championship tournament! Introuducing first...


Matthew Werner:[/b] And we are back to the Tokyo Dome with another champioship crowning!


As the opening chords of “Welcome Home (Sanitarium)” hit the speakers the lights across the arena shut off one by one. Six crimson spotlights replace them, each one turning on a different part of the arena in sequence. One by one each of the spotlights moves to the top of the stage, combining and showing the first signs of Trace Demon as he walks out into the spotlight, a hood obscuring his face. Trace walks to the tip of the ramp, the spotlight following his every step, and then holds out his arm, his fingers pointed like a gun towards the ring. His other hand rises to the hood and in a simultaneous motion he pulls down the hood and throws his other hand up, mouthing “Boom” as pyrotechnics go off behind him, the lights promptly turning back on.[/b]


Keri Thames:[/b] Hailing from Hamilton, Ontario, Canada; he stands at 6’4 and weighed in this morning at 230lbs, he is the King of Demons... Trace... Demon!


Matthew Werner:[/b] Trace Demon has been very impressive in the past few months after what many would argue was a lacklustre 2011 for the former WFWF Heavyweight Champion.


Matt Steel:[/b] Hell, Trace Demon said it was lacklustre, don’t think you can really argue with that.


Matthew Werner:[/b] Well Trace Demon is undefeated in 2012 and is coming into the finals of this tournament with wins of Hutton Brown and Mak Cross.


Trace stands on the ramp and takes a look around at the crowd, unfazed at all of the abuse that they are throwing his way. He slowly begins to make his way to the ring, completely ignoring the fans on either side of him as they attempt to touch the King of Demons, instead focused solely on the ring. As he reaches the foot of the ring he stops, removes his robe and then looks up at the ring. In a single flawless motion he leaps up onto the apron and then enters the ring between the top and middle rope. He ascends the nearest turnbuckle, pointing to the fans and smirking as they return the abuse, and then leaps back down, settling in the centre of the ring.[/b]


Matthew Werner:[/b] A win here would make Trace Demon only the fourth grand slam champion in WFWF history, certainly making this one all the more important for the King of Demons.


Matt Steel:[/b] Trace Demon has made it clear that the title isn’t what he cares about, he wants to hurt Drakz here tonight.


Matthew Werner:[/b] Easier said than done.


Keri Thames:[/b] And his opponent...


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 wearning the same sinister smile he has worn for the last seven years of his WFWF career. His hood covers his head and remains that way as he begins to swagger down the ramp towards the ring, nodding his head to the beat.[/b]


Keri Thames:[/b] From England, standing in at 6’3 and weighing 236lbs... please welcome... Drakz!


Matthew Werner:[/b] Drakz has himself been very impressive since his return, forming the New Epoch alongside long time ally Kyzer and newcomer David Brennan.


Matt Steel:[/b] He beat Kylie Olsen and fellow New Epoch member David Brennan to get here and has made it clear that he shares Trace’s hatred. These two men do not like each other.


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, 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 his attention is completely taken by Trace Demon, the two men staring each other down as the referee runs over the rules.[/b]


Matthew Werner:[/b] There is a very eerie feeling about this match. These two men have a lot more in common than either of them would like to admit, and they really hate each other.


Matt Steel:[/b] They’re both cocky, they’re both unpredictable and quite frankly they’re both sociopaths. I’m not sure if they’ll even be able to stick to the rules.


Matthew Werner:[/b] Plus they both share a very similar high risk technical style. If they can keep this one to the ring we may be about to see a technical wrestling showcase.


Both men hear the ring bell but it doesn’t seem to matter. Neither man moves. Neither man attacks. It’s very possible that neither of them even blink. They remain motionless, staring at each other. It’s hard to tell what you’d find if you got a look inside their heads. Would they be working over their game plan or working out the ways they want to maim their opponent? The referee stands awkwardly as he waits, just like everybody else in the arena, for the pair to start the match and actually do something. Slowly the two walk to the centre of the ring so that they’re face to face, both staring intently at the other. It happens suddenly, a mouthful of spit flying from Drakz’s mouth straight into Trace’s eye. Trace turns his head, wiping the spit from his face as Drakz stands straight, smirking.[/b]


Matthew Werner:[/b] Did Drakz actually just spit in the face of Trace Demon?


Matt Steel:[/b] Well I did say he was a sociopath.


And then Trace makes his move, diving forward and tackling Drakz to the ground. Trace throws rights and lefts at the head of Drakz who manages to block the majority and quickly rolls away. Drakz pushes himself up onto his feet as Trace leaps at him again, this time the two men locking up near the ropes. Both men struggle as they fight for control in the lockup and there’s this feeling that it’s a battle of will just as much as it is a battle of strength and technique. Trace pushes forward, almost forcing Drakz to drop to his back but the New Epoch member managing to keep his balance. With a quick and technical break Drakz slips out of the lockup, turning it into a side headlock. This doesn’t last long, Drakz knows that Trace Demon is more than capable of escaping from this and he moves again, this time grabbing Trace’s arm and twisting it behind his back. He pushes a boot down on the back of Trace’s knee, sending the King of Demons down onto a single knee.[/b]


Matthew Werner:[/b] Drakz gets the better of that opening lockup as he now cranks the arm of Trace Demon up behind his back.


Matt Steel:[/b] Sometimes amidst all of his crazy antics people forget that Drakz is actually an excellent technician. We’ll be seeing plenty of battles like that one.


Trace Demon tries pushing back up but Drakz again pushes his boot down on the back of the knee, forcing him straight back down. At the same time he cranks the arm up behind the back at an angle that certainly wouldn’t be considered normal for anybody that isn’t some kind of contortionist. A second time Trace tries to push himself back up only for Drakz to drop as Trace rises, releasing the arm and latching his arms around Trace’s neck. Drakz drops to the mat and drags Trace down underneath him, Drakzs not lying on top of the King of Demons with the T-shaped headlock firmly clinched in.[/b]


Matthew Werner:[/b] Drakz keeping control of this match by taking it to the ground with that side headlock.


Matt Steel:[/b] Drakz hasn’t given Trace a real opportunity to do anything so far and that’s exactly what he’ll be hoping to keep up. When Trace gets rolling it is very hard to stop him.


Drakzs continues to tighten the pressure around Trace’s throat as the King of Demons finds himself in quite the difficult position. He’s usually the one controlling the technical side of things and now finds himself on the losing end. But he doesn’t call himself a submission specialist for nothing. Trace arches his back enough to that Drakz is forced to loosen the grip on his neck just a little, but it’s enough for Trace to roll onto his side. His free arm reaches around the waist of Drakz and his foot goes square on the mat. Pushing up with his entire body Trace manages to push himself up onto his knee, Drakz rising up with him in order to keep the headlock firmly locked on. Trace looks primed to escape however but he doesn’t get the chance, the headlock suddenly being released and Drakz driving his boot into the skull of the King of Demons.[/b]


Matthew Werner:[/b] Trace Demon nearly countering the headlock there only for Drakz to counter it with that brutal kick to the head.


Matt Steel:[/b] He’s been in this business long enough to know what to do in situations like that.


With Trace kneeling in front of him Drakz grabs his head with both hands and then violently jerks his knee up, smashing it straight into the forehead of the King of Demons. Trace doesn’t see it coming after the initial blow but he sure as hell feels it and he feels the second knee to the skull even more as Drakz lets him fall back to his hands and knees. Drakz grabs Trace by the hair and begins to pull him up onto his feet but the King of Demons comes out fighting, the knees having actually done the opposite of putting him to sleep. Trace darts up and blasts Drakz in the jaw with a right hand. A second right hand follows before Trace attempts to whip Drakz into the corner. Drakz counters the Irish whip, spinning the pair around and sending Trace flying into the turnbuckle back first.[/b]


Matthew Werner:[/b] Trace Demon attempting to fight back against this early onslaught only for Drakz to get the counter in.


Matt Steel:[/b] He’s showing off his superior experience during this early portion, and Trace is going to have to come back soon if he wants any hope of winning this one.


Drakz quickly charges after Trace in the corner. As he reaches the turnbuckle Drakz leaps up, bringing one foot up onto the second rope for the leverage and attempting to drive his knee up into Trace’s jaw. But this time the King of Demons is the one who is prepared. He can’t let Drakz built up this kind of momentum and he knows it. As the knee comes up towards his face so does Trace’s hands. Trace brings his hands up beneath Drakz’s leg and uses it to propel Drakz up and over the top rope.[/b]


Matthew Werner:[/b] Drakz going for the knee only for Trace Demon to get in the coutner.


Matt Steel:[/b] You know that Trace Demon can counter any move if he is given the chance.


As Drakz flies over the top rope he manages to outstretch his arm enough to grab hold of the top rope, using it to pull himself onto the apron, narrowly avoiding a crash landing. Trace, completely unaware of Drakz’s surprising recovery, steps out from the corner to catch his breath following a relentless opening assault. Drakz takes this opportunity and climbs up to the top turnbuckle. He crouches with his eyes maliciously focused on the King of Demons. Trace gets a few steps away before he turns around, catching sight of Drakz just as he leaps off of the top turnbuckle looking for a flying forearm. It looks like it’s going to connect but Trace Demon is just as athletic and has come to rely on his instinct more and more in the past few months. He sees Drakz heading straight towards him and leaps up himself at the last possible moment, catching Drakz flush on the chin with a huge dropkick. Drakz sees the boot coming up towards him but his momentum carries him through and a second later he’s on the mat.[/b]


Matthew Werner:[/b] Drakz went for the flying forearm but Trace Demon countered with that split second dropkick!


Matt Steel:[/b] What makes these two men so good is their instinct. You saw it when Drakz caught the rope and just now when Trace countered with that dropkick. It’s very difficult to beat a man when he can do stuff on the fly like that and here we have two men capable of it.


Trace Demon sees Drakz on the mat and leaps across onto him, the King of Demons not wanting to give his opponent a chance to gather his bearings having already been a victim of his attacks thus far. Trace mounts Drakz, grabbing him by the back of the head with his left hand before driving a right hand into Drakz’s forehead. A second right hand follows, then a third before a flurry of blows launch themselves into the skull of Drakz. Trace however gets carried away and goes for one punch too many as Drazk’s hand comes flying up and grabs Trace’s arm in mid motion. Next Drakz brings up an elbow and sends it straight into the jaw of Trace Demon who has no defence due to his arm still being held in a vice like grip. A second elbow cracks into Trace’s jaw and as Drakz releases his arm the King of Demons tumbles away.[/b]


Matthew Werner:[/b] Trace Demon finally got the opportunity to do some real damage but Drakz proved that when you think he’s down he is more dangerous than ever.


Matt Steel:[/b] Trace seems more high strung tonight than usual, do you think Drakz actions leading into this match may have gotten to him?


Matthew Werner:[/b] Well Drakz is an expert at playing mind games Trace Demon doesn’t exactly seem composed at the best of times. You can’t really rely on face value when it comes to him.


Both men quickly rise onto their feet as Drakz looks to continue his assault on Trace’s jaw, this time sending a forearm straight into it. Trace staggers backwards as a second forearm connects, clearly rocking him. Drakz grabs Trace by the arm and whips him towards the ring ropes and as Trace rebounds off of it Drakz once again goes for a flying forearm having clearly targeted the jaw as a weak point at this point in the match. But instead of the jaw he was expecting Drakz is met by the two hands of the King of Demons. Trace shows off his strength by blocking the flying forearm and using the momentum he had built with the whip to push Drakz to the side. Drakz hits the mat but rolls through and is on his feet in time to be met with a kick to the gut.[/b]


Matthew Werner:[/b] Trace Demon showing some impressive skills to block that forearm in such a manner.


Matt Steel:[/b] The thing about Trace is that he doesn’t really fight in a traditional manner. He doesn’t have a strict set of moves, instead he just goes with whatever gets the job done in that moment.


Matthew Werner:[/b] Which is going to help him against a man like Drakz, who is as unpredictable as they come.


Drakz doubles over following the boot but is brought straight back up by Trace and a European uppercut, the King of Demons looking to repay Drakz for the damage done to his jaw. Trace pulls Drakz out into the centre of the ring before bringing his head down under his arm in a front facelock. Trace hooks the arm and proceeds to lift Drakz up overhead in a suplex position. Trace prepares to drop him backwards but he doesn’t get the opportunity, Drakz tucking his knees into his chest and lean forwards as much as he can in this position. The sudden increase in weight in the opposite direction catches Trace off guard and before he can do anything about it Drakz is back on his feet with Trace now in the front facelock. Drakz lifts Trace up and back swiftly, Trace hitting the mat back first with the snap suplex.[/b]


Matthew Werner:[/b] Well just when it looks like Drakz is in trouble he turns it around perfectly.


Matt Steel:[/b] It was an excellent counter on Trace Demon who just had no idea what happened.


Drakz grabs hold off a groggy Trace and pulls him up into a sitting position. He eyes up his opponent before running the ropes and driving his boot straight into the skull of the King of Demons who drops backwards from the impact. Grabbing Trace by the hair Drakz pulls him up onto his feet and clinches him in a front facelock once more. This time he grasps Trace’s right leg before lifting him up and over with a fisherman’s suplex, bridging it into a pinfall as Trace hits the mat back first.[/b]


Matthew Werner:[/b] Drakz connects with the fisherman’s suplex and now going for the first pinfall of the match!


ONE!


TWO!


KICK OUT![/b]


The referee’s hand comes down for two before Trace Demon manages to kick out, forcing his leg out of Drakz’s grip and lifting his shoulder off of the mat.[/b]


Matthew Werner:[/b] But it isn’t enough as Trace Demon kicks out at the count of two.


Matt Steel:[/b] And maybe that will knock some sense into Trace. He’s let Drakz control the pace of the match thus far and he really needs to do something to turn it around.


Trace tries rolling away following the kick out but Drakz doesn’t want to give him the chance, grabbing him by the leg and dragging him to the centre of the ring. Still gripping the leg Drakz drives his boot into the back of the knee, the exact same area he was targeting at the very start of this match. It only takes this one blow for Trace to come around as he lashes out with the boot of his own. The boot nearly connects with Drakz’s chin but the ring veteran leans backwards to avoid it. It isn’t until after this movement that it becomes apparent that Trace wasn’t really looking to connect with the boot as he brings his leg down upon the arm of Drakz which has now slightly slackened its grip. The leg slams down on Drakz’s arm forcing the release and the King of Demons rolls backwards and up onto his feet before exploding forwards with a clothesline to the unsuspecting, and slightly taken aback, Drakz.


Matthew Werner: Trace Demon showing what got him this far as he manipulated Drakz into taking his mind off of his grip in order to avoid the boot.


Matt Steel:[/b] He’s a devious one. He sees openings that nobody else would see, and then he creates about three other openings from that single one.


Matthew Werner:[/b] He truly does have a unique way of looking at a situation, and that has helped him time and time again. Even a master of the ring like Drakz doesn’t always know what Trace Demon is going to attempt next.


Right now Trace is more interested in catching his breath following the vicious non-stop offence from Drakz who is down on the mat doing the same following that out of nowhere clothesline. Trace pushes himself up onto his feet deciding that going on the attack is more important than catching breath. Trace lifts Drakz up onto his feet and drags him across to the corner of the ring, throwing Drakz into the turnbuckle back first. Grabbing the top rope with both hands Trace uses it to balance as he brings his boot up to the throat of Drakz and begins choking his opponent out. The referee steps in, shouting at Trace to back away as Drakz grabs at the boot trying to stop it from crushing his windpipe.[/b]


Matthew Werner:[/b] A blatant choke by Trace Demon here who just doesn’t seem to care about the rules.


Matt Steel:[/b] We have that five count for a reason, and Trace Demon is just waiting it out.


The referee indeed begins the five count that could lead to a disqualification if not obeyed. At the count of one Trace just seems to push into Drakz’s throat more, the former WFWF Heavyweight Champion grasping at the boot desperately to pry it away before it does some serious damage. The count of two and three follow with little to no reaction from Trace Demon. It isn’t until the count of four is shouted that Trace releases the choke. The referee gets in Trace’s face, pointing out the obvious that it was an illegal choke. Trace remains calm, shouting that he has until five before getting right back into the corner and reapplying the exact same choke before Drakz can do anything about it. This time the referee isn’t having any of it as he pulls the King of Demons away and tells him to stick to the rules. Trace screams at the referee to keep out of this before turning around to Drakz who suddenly explodes out of the corner with a big forearm![/b]


Matthew Werner:[/b] Trace Demon wasn’t following the rules and it looks like it just backfired on him.


Matt Steel:[/b] You can’t take your eyes off of Drakz for a single second. Other... well, that happens.


Trace stumbles backwards, almost tripping up but somehow managing to remain on his feet. Drakz follows up with another forearm before grabbing Trace and throwing him into the same corner that he himself was just propped up in. Grabbing the top rope in the exact same motion as Trace Drakz brings his boot up and hits a kick to the mid section of Trace Demon. A second kick follows, then a third before Drakz brings his boot up higher, this time to the throat of Trace Demon as he applies the same corner choke that Trace Demon was using moments ago.[/b]


Matthew Werner:[/b] And now Drakz utilising that choke!


Matt Steel:[/b] Turnabouts fair play.


Just like he did with Trace before the referee begins the five count. At the count of four Drakz releases the choke and grabs Trace, dragging him across to the centre of the ring. From here he returns to the very early moments of the match by locking in a side headlock, Trace having no opportunity to block the move before Drakz flips him up and over with the headlock takedown. Trace once again look to escape from the headlock that Drakz has already used to great effect here tonight. It’s a few seconds before he makes his move but this time there isn’t anything graceful about. Instead Trace grabs the back of Drakz’s head with one hand before pushing his other hand up and under the body of Drakz. It seems like something very unorthodox is about to happen and in a way it does. In another way it’s just violent as Trace shoves a finger into the eye of Drakz. The sudden intrusion into his eye socket forces the break and Trace rolls under the bottom rope and to the outside, not waiting to listen to the referee’s lecture as Drakz holds his eye.[/b]


Matthew Werner:[/b] Trace Demon just poked Drakz in the eye! I thought he was meant to be the good guy.


Matt Steel:[/b] When have you ever known Trace to care about being the good guy?


Matthew Werner:[/b] Good point.


As the referee checks to make sure that Drakz’s eye is still attached (spoilers: it is) Trace uses the opportunity to catch his breath after being caught out once again. He looks up towards the ring just in time to see Drakz, eye completely intact if a little bit red, getting to his feet and charging towards the ring rope. Drakz leaps up and over the ropes and collides with Trace awkwardly, both men tumbling to the ground with a thud.[/b]


Matthew Werner:[/b] A huge suicide dive from Drakz sends both men to the ground outside of the ring. That guy is crazy!


Matt Steel:[/b] And they’ve only got a ten count to get back in that ring.


ONE!


TWO!


The referee reaches a two count before any movement is made on the outside. Trace seems a little bit out of it having taken a hard knock to the head when he hit the ground while Drakz slowly clambers onto his feet.


THREE![/b]


Matthew Werner:[/b] Well Drakz is the first onto his feet which gives him a clear cut advantage right here.


Matt Steel:[/b] Trace needs to figure out what’s going on and quickly.


FOUR!


As Drakz hears the count of four he grabs Trace by the hair and drags him up onto his feet. Not wanting to give up the opportunity on doing some extra damage outside of the ring Drakz proceeds to drive Trace’s skull into the ring apron. Trace drops backwards but Drakz grabs him before he can fall. He looks at the steel steps for a moment, considering it, but then thinks better knowing full well that Trace has a habit of leaping all over the place when those steps get involved and instead chooses to roll Trace back into the ring.


FIVE![/b]


Matthew Werner:[/b] Drakz clearly has done his homework on this one as he seems fully aware of Trace’s reputation for using the environment to his advantage.


Matt Steel:[/b] Of course Drakz has done his homework, he’s Drakz.


Drakz rolls into the ring, breaking the count at five, and goes to lift Trace up only for the King of Demons to pull Drakz in with a small package!


ONE!


TWO!


KICK OUT!


A two count is all the small package can achieve as Drakz forces himself out of the pinfall attempt. Both men get onto their feet swiftly as Trace goes for a boot to the gut. Drakz grabs it in mid air leaving Trace hopping on one foot, only for the King of Demons to leap up and catch Drakz with a boot to the side of the head. Drakz stumbles away as Trace leaps up onto his feet again and this time sprint after Drakz, catching him with a Spear as he turns around![/b]


Matthew Werner:[/b] Trace Demon managing to get himself right back into this match following that small package.


Matt Steel:[/b] Well he isn’t going to just lie down and take a beating. That’s for losers like Yukio Blaze.


Trace grabs Drakz and drags him over towards the ring ropes. Propping Drakz’s left leg up on the ropes. Trace stands above it, one foot on either side, before using the ring ropes to get extra leverage and leap over Drakz’s leg, bringing the full force of his boot down right on the ankle. Drakz’s leg snaps back as he grips his ankle in pain. Trace isn’t done though as he goes to grab the ankle a second time. Drakz swings out with his other leg looking to stop him but Trace grabs it mid flow and brings his own boot up straight into the chin of his opponent. Drakz drops backwards and Trace props the leg up a second time.[/b]


Matt Steel:[/b] Trace Demon looking to deliver even more damage to the ankle here.


Matthew Werner:[/b] Damage? He’s looking to snap that ankle. He doesn’t want Drakz walking away from this match.


For a second time Trace stands with a foot to either side of Drakz’s propped up ankle before using the ring ropes for some extra momentum, leaping up and dropping both feet back down onto Drakz’s ankle. This time Drakz actually lets out a little shout of pain as he pulls his ankle away, the damage being done very much real as Trace Demon works away at the left ankle. Trace goes to grab the ankle again, more than happy to snap it if he can, but this time when Drakz lashes out with a kick it catches him square on the chin and Trace stumbles backwards, dropping down to his hands and knees at the sudden blow. Drakz rolls over to the ring ropes, using them as a bit of help to pull himself up and then leaning on the ropes as he tries to get full feeling back in his ankle before the King of Demons gets the opportunity to go back on the attack.


Matthew Werner: It looks like Trace Demon may have done some real damage to Drakz’s ankle right here.


Matt Steel:[/b] And knowing Trace Demon I bet you it won’t be long before we seem him capitalise on that.


If he is going to capitalise then he’s going to have to get up off of his hands and knees first. Drakz, deciding that he can deal with his ankle later, limps on over to Trace and as the King of Demons turns his head slightly to check Drakz’s location Drakz lashes out with a boot that hits straight into the temple of the King of Demons. Grabbing Trace Drakz lifts him up onto his feet and pulls him over, limping all the way, into the centre of the ring. Drakz whips Trace into the ring ropes and on his return blasts him with a huge forearm that drops Trace to the mat. The King of Demons doesn’t stay down for a second, the impact alone bouncing him up slightly as he gets onto his feet only to be knocked straight back down with another forearm. A second time Trace reaches his feet and is knocked down immediately by a third forearm. This time Trace stays down but this isn’t in Drakz’s gameplan as he lifts Trace onto his feet facing away from him. Drakz proceeds to hook both of Trace’s arms behind him and lift up and backwards, dropping him shoulder first to the mat with a bridged Dragon Suplex![/b]


Matthew Werner:[/b] What a sequence of forearms by Drakz who, despite the ankle injury, is taking the fight straight to Trace Demon.


Matt Steel:[/b] And he’s going for the pinfall with that Dragon Suplex!


ONE!


TWO!


TH... KICK OUT![/b]


As the referees hand begins to lower for the third, and final, count Trace Demon manages to get his arm free from Drakz’s grip, letting him get a should up and break up the pinfall.[/b]


Matthew Werner:[/b] Trace Demon kicks out and this one is still on.


Matt Steel:[/b] But he’s looking pretty groggy in that ring. He needs to do something quickly to get back into this one.


The impact of the dragon suplex seems to have knocked Trace Demon for quite the loop as Drakz pushes him away from him and Trace barely moves, instead lying in a heap on the mat breathing heavily. Drakz kneels down beside Trace and proceeds to add insult to injury by slapping him hard across the face. A second slap follows and it becomes apparent that Drakz isn’t just insulting Trace, he’s looking to wake him up. And that is exactly what he achieves as Trace seems to come to life in a surprising manner, rolling onto his back and slapping a kneeling Drakz clean across the face. Drakz is stunned by the sudden move by Trace Demon who next brings both of his boots up and plants them in Drakz’s chest, pushing him away and giving Trace the momentum needed to roll backwards and up into a kneeling position.[/b]


Matthew Werner:[/b] Trace Demon almost playing possum there as he gets right back in the swing of things.


Matt Steel:[/b] I don’t think Drakz is too happy about that slap though.


Drakz is facing away from Trace at this point due to the boots to the chest and as he gets up to his feet he fails to see Trace crouching, staring intently at him. As Drakz turns Trace makes his move, charging forwards looking for a second Spear. It looks like the move is going to connect but at the last second Drakz leapfrogs the oncoming Trace but then lands awkwardly on his already painful ankle. Trace doesn’t stop running though as he rebounds off of the ropes and proceeds to chop block that very same ankle, Drakz dropping backwards to the mat.[/b]


Matthew Werner:[/b] Drakz may have avoided the Spear but his ankle couldn’t take the landing.


Matt Steel:[/b] You know it must be bad if Drakz stops paying attention to his opponent, even for a split second.


Trace reaches for Drakz’s ankle but just because he is down doesn’t mean he’s out. Drakz shoots a kick out with his good leg that catches Trace clean in the ribs. The King of Demons backs away and Drakz pushes himself backwards towards the ring ropes. He reaches them and just manages to pull himself onto his feet when Trace returns for a second attempt at continuing his attack. This time Drakz uses the ropes to his advantage, lifting himself up with the top one and planting Trace in the jaw with a high kick without having to put any extra pressure on the ankle.[/b]


Matthew Werner:[/b] Drakz with some interesting offence here as he tries to continue this fight without putting any extra pressure on the ankle.


Matt Steel:[/b] Drakz will find a way to get around any injury if it means winning this match.


Trace once again backs up, dropping to one knee as Drakz catches his breath in preparation for a counter offensive. Drakz limps towards Trace and goes to grab him only for Trace to drive his fist into the gut of Drakz, who backs away. Trace gets onto his feet and runs the ropes, going for a clothesline only for Drakz to duck under the move, quickly moving behind Trace. He wraps one arm around the head and one up and under the leg before gripping them together, then leaps back and drops Trace onto his head with a vicious Regalplex, bridging for the pinfall...[/b]


Matthew Werner:[/b] Drakz just hit the Regalplex out of nowhere, and this could be it!


ONE![/b]


Matt Steel:[/b] Trace Demon just did not see that coming and I can’t blame him. Drakz even surprised me there.


TWO![/b]


Matthew Werner:[/b] Will it be three?


THR... KICK OUT![/b]


Matt Steel:[/b] No! Trace Demon kicks out at the very last second!


Drakz is obviously frustrated as he pushes Trace away. He thought that was it and his ankle is continuing to bother him. He pushes himself up onto his feet slowly, limping from the pain, before turning his attention back to Trace Demon. Drakz slowly pulls him up onto his feet and drives a right hand into the skull of a groggy King of Demons. With all the strength that he has and despite the pain of his ankle Drakz pump handle lifts Trace up onto his shoulders for what is undoubtedly an attempt at the Needle Damage only for Trace to suddenly slip out of the back. Drakz turns around into a boot to the gut before Trace pushes the doubled over Drakz’s head between his legs and promptly lifting him up into a crucifix position. Trace charges across the ring and releases Drakz sending him flying through the air and crashing to the mat with the running crucifix powerbomb! Trace drops down for the pinfall attempt.[/b]


Matthew Werner:[/b] Trace Demon just countered the Needle Damage and hit that perfect running crucifix powerbomb! This could be over.


ONE![/b]


Matt Steel:[/b] What a way this would be for Trace Demon to take the victory, countering Drakz’s finishing move like that.


TWO![/b]


Matthew Werner:[/b] Is this it?


THRE... KICK OUT![/b]


Matt Steel:[/b] No!


Somehow, someway, Drakz finds it in himself to get a shoulder up and break the count at literally the last second. Trace rolls off of Drakz onto his back, both men lying in the ring having given in their all so far. Neither man moves and the referee goes to check if they can continue. First he asks Trace and receives a very quiet word of abuse to signal that Trace has no intention of quitting at this point. He moves over to Drakz who says the exact same thing and this one will definitely continue.[/b]


Matthew Werner:[/b] These two men are hurting, that crucifix powerbomb being a last ditch desperation move for Trace Demon.


Matt Steel:[/b] Whoever gets onto their feet first is going to have a massive advantage.


Both men begin to come to. Drakz begins crawling over towards the ring ropes while Trace sits up, having to use his hands to stop himself from falling backwards. Trace rolls over onto his hands and knees while Drakz reaches the ropes and pulls himself into a sitting position. Both men are now kneeling as Drakz shouts out to the referee to get his attention. The referee walks over to him and Drakz grabs his shirt. The referee tries pushing him away but Drakz has a grip on him, using him to pull himself up that final bit. Both men reach their final time, Drakz with his hands still gripped to the referee’s shirt despite the officials protestations while Trace has his back turned to the entire scene. Drakz releases the official and as the ref turns to check on Trace Drakz shoves him into the former WFWF Heavyweight Champion. The official crashes into Trace who, assuming that it is in fact Drakz, turns and swings out with a right hand that catches the referee clean. The referee drops to the mat like a stone and in the confusion Drakz moves forward, grabs Trace from behind, pulls his head down into a reverse facelock and drops him backwards with a reverse DDT.[/b]


Matthew Werner:[/b] Because of Drakz’s psychotic ideas we now have an out cold referee!


Matt Steel:[/b] You can’t take your eyes off Drakz for an instant because he pulls crazy stunts like that!


With Trace Demon down Drakz uses the opportunity to roll under the bottom rope to the outside. He pulls the ring apron up and seems to be looking for something in particular. It takes a few moments before he pulls out a black metal baseball bat. Drakz looks at the weapon, smirks, and then slides back into the ring. He backs away from Trace Demon, crouching down in such a way that doesn’t put too much pressure on the ankle while he waits for the King of Demons to get onto his feet. It takes a few moments before Trace slowly pushes himself up onto his feet and as he turns around Drakz swings the metal baseball bat straight into the abdomen, possibly breaking a few ribs in the process.[/b]


Matthew Werner:[/b] Drakz with the illegal object right there!


Matt Steel:[/b] No referee, no disqualification though. And don’t think for a second that Trace Demon wouldn’t have done the exact same thing if he had gotten the opportunity.


Drakz quickly rolls the metal baseball bat away from him and ducks behind the doubled over Trace Demon, lifting him up onto his shoulders with the pump handle lift for the second time. This time there is no counter as Drakz swiftly brings Trace around and drops him to the mat head first with the one, the only...[/b]


Matthew Werner:[/b] Needle Damage!


Matt Steel:[/b] And that could be all she wrote.


Drakz quickly, or as quickly as he can with an injured ankle, grabs the referee. He slaps him around a bit to wake him up then drags him over towards the down and out Trace Demon before dropping down for the cover...


ONE![/b]


Matthew Werner:[/b] Drakz used that metal baseball bat to his full advantage here and he could get the win because of it.


TWO![/b]


Matt Steel:[/b] It’s what makes him so dangerous, he doesn’t care whether he breaks the rules as long as he doesn’t get caught.


THREE![/b]


Matt Steel:[/b] He did it! Drakz is the new WFWF International Champion!


Matthew Werner:[/b] A hard fought bout from both men but here tonight the heinous mind of Drakz comes out on top.


Keri Thames:[/b] And your winner, and the new WFWF International Champion... Drakz!


Drakz is handed the International Championship, holding it up in the air to a mixed reaction. He walks around the ring, laughing at the victory while the referee slowly gets to his feet. As Drakz continues walking around celebrating he doesn’t see Trace Demon pull himself onto his feet. Nor does he see Trace Demon pick up the metal baseball bat. The first Drakz knows of it is as he turns around and Trace swings the bat straight into his abdomen just like Drakz did to him just a few minutes ago. Drakz drops to the mat from the blow and quickly rolls out of the ring, narrowly avoiding a second swing of the bat. Trace screams at Drakz as he painfully backs up the ramp, the International Championship in hand.[/b]


Matthew Werner:[/b] Well Drakz walks away with the win and gold here tonight but I don’t think this one is over... oh my god!


The cry of shock comes at Trace turns and drives the metal baseball bat into the ribcage of the referee. Trace drops the bat and moves behind the referee before lifting him up onto his shoulders with a pump handle lift. Without ever taking his eyes off of the retreating Drakz Trace brings the referee around and drops him headfirst to the mat with Drakz’s own finisher, the Needle Damage. Trace sits in the ring, staring at Drakz as a sick grin comes across his face. He mouths that this isn’t over as Drakz shouts at him to bring it on.[/b]


Matthew Werner:[/b] Trace Demon just took out an official with Drakz’s own finishing move.


Matt Steel:[/b] I don’t think this one has really begun Werner, these two are just getting started.


After Trace Demon and Drakz are sent to the back, WFWF CEO Xavier Pierce makes his way out to the ring, microphone in hand. [/b]


Matthew Werner:[/b] It looks as if our CEO has a few words for the audience.


Matt Steel:[/b] You don't say?


Matthew Werner:[/b] .....I'm going to kill you.....


Xavier Pierce:[/b] Ladies and gentlemen, I have an announcement to make.


The crowd buzzes with anticipation.[/b]


Xavier Pierce:[/b] I hope you’re enjoying IT’S SUPER EFFECTIVE. I promise you that there is a great show still remaining tonight, but I have no chance but to move on the business here in the WFWF. I’ve been racking my brains for a while now trying to keep the WFWF fresh and exciting for all of you while trying to return the WFWF to a sense of order that King Kraig knocked all out of wack.


The crowd boos at King Kraig’s name being mentioned. Haters gonna hate.[/b]


Xavier Pierce:[/b] But then, I found out that I had been gridlocked into the next Pay Per View event that I am about to announce. My secretary, while cleaning out former WFWF General Manager Yukio Blaze’s office, found a signed contract by him that was grandfathered into my reign here in the WFWF.


The crowd boos at Yukio Blaze’s name being mentioned. Haters gonna hate.[/b]


Xavier Pierce:[/b] And on it, he signed into rule the next Pay Per View, that I can’t say no to. Luckily for all of you and the WFWF, this was the one good decision that he made his entire tenure as General Manager. And luckily for all of you, I may not be able to deny the event, but I can most certainly jazz it up. Which is why, coming soon to Pay Per View, we’re going to have the third ever Survival of the Fittest tournament!


The crowd goes craaaaaaaaaaaaazy.[/b]


Xavier Pierce:[/b] For those of you who aren’t quite sure as to what that is, it’s a one show tournament for people who have never held the WFWF Championship. The final six combatants then, in the main event, have themselves a second match where the winner of the elimination style match will go on to main event the next Pay Per View versus whoever the current WFWF Champion may be.


The crowd loves the idea, clearly.[/b]


Xavier Pierce:[/b] And the way I’m going to jazz it up, is those final six competitors will battle it out for that WFWF Championship match inside of an Elimination Chamber!


The fans raise their hands and go absolutely crazy because of the amazing news.[/b]


Xavier Pierce:[/b] Good hunting to all of those who will be involved, and best of luck to all of those in matches yet to come tonight Enjoy the rest of the shows ladies and gentlemen.


Matthew Werner:[/b] An Elimination Chamber! Holy Jesus!


Matt Steel:[/b] This company has gotten so barbaric lately....


Pierce leaves the ring, as the crowd murmers in excited at this announcement. As he exits towards the back, a large group of men begin to disassemble the ring, most notably taking down the ring ropes.[/b][/center]

Special thanks to Kyzer, Schneider, Drakz, Raider, Trace, Shawn, Stone, Elias, and Hutton for writing their matches and segments. Hope I'm not missing anyone. Other than the delay on the posting of the show, I think this was a very successful pay per view. Hope you guys think I'm doing an alright job as owner.

yeah.. I wrote the main event, but only up to Matt Steel's "It looks like a damn warzone out here". Really didn't feel the post match at all, for the reasons that Drake noted and for a couple other reasons. Even if it was possible to stand on barbed wire, which it really isn't the way it's set up for no rope barbed wire.. That wire was heavily damaged and broken in several spots. No way it'd hold up a man. Plus my new music didn't get used. I doubt Sascha Konietzko would be cool with Danzig playing for my big victory celebration when KMFDM is just chilling on the stage.

But yeah.. kind of buried me on multiple levels, where Kyzer should have been dead following the finish (and if he won, the finish was exactly the same, with him killing me with his finish on the blocks), he just sort of got up and walked away, then got thrown down. Then I got jobbed out.

Well, then...things are getting interesting.

BTW, my sig is now smaller and less obnoxious for you now. You're welcome. And thank you Drakz.

We have like 15 people active in the fed, maybe that.

Aww, and here I was hoping to be welcomed back with a little more hate.

It isn't that, it was the execution of it. Like I said, it should have been Schneider's moment, not Hutton Brown's. And the illogical nature of the whole thing that he pointed out.

It isn't an attack on you.

Well I enjoyed reading this and I have to agree with the gripes people have about the ending of the show, however my biggest issue is actually with the writing of the main event itself. Kyzer seemed to get destroyed from start to finish, ALMOST every single spot was Schneider drilling Kyzer and so I felt the match read like a very lop sided battle in what was actually a very closely contested match based on the RPs.


Very happy to see Hutton is back to be honest, I still think he could do a lot of damage here. Welcome back brother.