WFWF Presents "Scars and Stripes" Results: December 15th

Humble by Sinister breaks over the speakers, and Chase Landon appears at the top of the entrance ramp, his eyes instantly fixed upon the small cage that hangs above the ring.


Christa Adina: Introducing first, from Everett, Washington, he weighs in at 213lbs, Chase Landon!


Landon starts to make his way down to the ring without his friend. Emile is secured above the ring, and two ladders rest on either side. He doesn’t waste time with theatrics, and hurries into position. His eyes remained on Emile, until…


O’Death by Jen Titus crept over the speakers, and the crowd goes hush.


Christa Adina: His opponent, weighing in at 200lbs, 'The WFWF's Living Saviour' Reverend Shadow!


Alecia Matthews: Reverend Shadow is of course a man who's no stranger to this event, he's not eligible to enter tonight's Main Event as he won the Battle Royal back in 2006. But he ensured he'd have a place on the card when, on Revolution, he stole Chase Landon's pet rat...


Tabitha Owens: Emile.


Alecia Matthews: It's a rat.


The Reverend appears in the walkways, and starts a slow pace down to the ring; eyes on Landon. He takes his time up the steps and slips in through between the first and second rope.


Alecia Matthews: What must be going through the mind of Chase Landon as that demonic figure enters the ring and look him straight in the eye?


Two ladders straddle the ring, and both men stared at each other within it. Landon looked a little on edge, but his intensity carried more weight. Reverend looked complacent, and unamused in any way. The bell sounded, and both of the circled like sharks in water.


Tabitha Owens: Well if Landon has anything about him, then he should be treating Shadow as he would any other opponent. Reverend Shadow has been beaten before and he'll be beaten again.


Alecia Matthews: I don't know. If I was a relative novice and I was about to step into the ring with a hall-of-famer, a man who has bested the likes of Obo, Wayne McGurk and Thunder, I wouldn't fancy my chances.


Landon lashed out first, and a lockup ensued. This ended quickly as Rev launched the rookie backwards, but Landon was quick. Into another lock up they went, and this time Rev went backwards. The turnbuckle was close, and Shadow ended up cornered. Landon hastened into a corner clothesline, and bounced The Reverend’s head off the turnbuckle.



Tabitha Owens: Great start from Landon, he wants his best friend back and he's going to fight for him.


Alecia Matthews: Well let's face it, he's fighting for the rat's life. Shadow's not exactly the merciful type.


Reverend laid back in the corner, but when Landon went for another, he was met with a hard elbow by Shadow, knocking him back a bit. Reverend followed with a running clothesline, dropping Landon to the mat. Reverend paced around for a moment, and then went to grab hold of Landon’s leg, but he was met by a hard boot to the face.


Tabitha Owens: Landon needs to assert himself now, if he lets Shadow get any more comfortable then he could be on the receiving end of a beating.


Landon hopped back to his feet, and as the Reverend revved his engine and roared forward, Landon laid him out with a hard drop kick to the face. Shadow looked to be out of it, and Landon quickly shot a glance at Emile before sliding from the ring. Chase snatched up the ladder, and pushed it in, before sliding in behind it. Shadow was now leaned up, and Landon put him back down with a hard kick to the face.


Alecia Matthews: Ouch. That kick looked nasty.


Tabitha Owens: It's been a very good start from the rookie. Shadow needs to get his act together if he doesn't want to be upstaged here.


Alecia Matthews: I don't think there's much chance of that happening.


The ladder was set, and Landon ascended to his friend. Emile’s cage was covered, but he was in there waiting. Reverend took a hard kick at the ladder, and it wobbled. Chase latched hard when it shook, and he looked down to see the now ascending Reverend. They met at the top, and the slugfest started. Back and forth the two of them traded blows. Landon could tell he was losing his grip faster than Shadow.


Alecia Matthews: Doesn't look good for Landon now.


Tabitha Owens: Doesn't look good for Emile.


He made a hard play, and started to shake the ladder with his body weight. The ladder tipped and bounced on the rope as both men fell out of the ring; landing hard, they both rolled around in excruciating pain.


Alecia Matthews: One of these men needs to man up, get back in the ring and start climbing that ladder.


Slow to their feet, but the Reverend was the first one up. He took a run at Landon and knocked him back against the barrier. As Chase lay woozy against it, Reverend dug under the ring, and pulled out a steal chair. When he turned to Landon, his eyes were on fire. The complacency was left behind after their fall, and Reverend was filled with Hell Fire.

Tabitha Owens: Out of interest is there an ambulance on standby? Just in case Chase needs it.


Alecia Matthews: Shadow looks pretty angry doesn't he?


Chase dodged as the chair thundered off the barrier. Reverend turned, and took off toward him, with the chair in the air. Landon ran around the ring, and back into it; Shadow slid in after him. As Shadow went to get the chair, Chase was just a little quicker. He quickly sent it across the Reverends head, and then took a moment to get himself together.


Tabitha Owens: And just like that Landon is in the driving seat again.


Shadow lay silent, but the match wasn’t over till Emile was rescued. Landon pulled the ladder from the ropes, and put it back up; moving it a bit into view of the cage. He wasn’t as quick this time, and slowly started to drag himself up the ladder.


Alecia Matthews: Landon is slowly making his way towards the rat.


Tabitha Owens: Emile.


The Reverend moved a small bit, and then suddenly his eyes popped open. He hopped to his feet in heated state of being, and threw himself at the ladder. Sending both the item, and its occupant, to the mat below. It didn’t take long for Shadow to get ahold of Landon. He pulled the rookie to his feet, turned him around, and locked on a chicken wing.


Alecia Matthews: The Reverend is really taking control of this match.


Tabitha Owens: You couldn't bet against Shadow now.


With nowhere to go, and no way to defend himself, Chase struggled and screamed in pain. The Reverend tightened his lock, before finally lifting, and then dropping his opponent Chase onto his back. The once screaming victim now just laid there, out cold. Shadow looked up at Emile and smiled.


Then he looked back at Landon, and his grin grew three sizes.


Alecia Matthews: Oh God, what's he going to do?


Shadow threw the ladder that laid beside Landon up into his hands, getting a firm grasp of either side, before digging it into the back of Chase Landon. Smash, Smash, Smash.


An entranced Shadow continued to thrust the ladder at his fallen foe as Landon began to spasm, his body convulsing with every blow. Eventually the Reverend let up allowing for Chase to fall motionless again, now face up in the corner of the ring.


Tabitha Owens: They really need to get some EMTs in that ring, Landon doesn't look good.


Alecia Matthews: Looks like he's hurt too.


Tabitha Owens: Good point.


Shadow's attention returned to Emile's cage that hung above the ring, he reached the top, glancing back to ensure that Landon wasn't getting up to his feet any time soon. Shadow grabbed hold of the corner of the cage, hesitating as he did so. The Reverend has a change of heart, deciding to swing Emile's cage, rather than unhooking it, before turning his back on the creature and looking down at the carcass of Landon.


Alecia Matthews: What's he doing?


Tabitha Owens: It's Reverend Shadow. Who knows what's going on in his head.


Alecia Matthews: I think... I think he's about to go airborne.


But nor does Shadow leap off the ladder at his downed opponent as the WFWF fans had secretly hoped. Instead the Reverend heads back down the ladder and returns to his position above the body of Landon, a demented grin stretching across his face as he does so.

Shadow grabs a chunk of Landon's hair pulling him to his feet, the Reverend props a seemingly lifeless Landon up against the ropes. The hall-of-famer charges towards his opponent, lifting his foot as he does so, clearly looking to take his head off with his huge boot.


Tabitha Owens: That's going to be it.


Alecia Matthews: Night, night, Landon.


But, thankfully, Landon is able to save himself, dropping just below Shadow's boot, grabbing hold of the Reverend's other leg and using Shadow's momentum to send him over the top rope and to the outside. But Chase was in no fit state to capitalise, still groggy he just sits, his back propped up by the ropes and his eyes focused on the ladder in the middle of the ring and his pet Emile who was dangling above it.


Tabitha Owens: Wow, I didn't think he'd have enough left in him to avoid that. Credit it where it's due.


Alecia Matthews: Sure, but he still needs to go and retrieve that rat.


Before he could even think about getting to his feet and climbing the ladder, Shadow was back to his feet on the outside, and he wasn't happy. The Reverend picked up a chair from ringside and swung it into the back of an unsuspecting Landon. Reverend slid the weapon into the ring and followed shortly after it, back into the ring with a conscious, but clearly hurt, Chase Landon. Landon ended up kneeled in front of Shadow watching as the demon lifted the chair high above his head, a sick smile on his face.


Tabitha Owens: Oh No!


The fans prepared themselves for the sickening blow, but Landon, knowing that his chance to save his friend was slipping away, burst into action. A low blow stopped Shadow from inflicting the fatal blow, Landon followed it up by pouncing on his enemy and unleashing a flurry of blows into the face of Shadow. Landon took a moment to compose himself, still pinning Shadow to the apron. Shadow was allowed a few moments to try and regain some control, but Landon was keen to make him pay for stealing Emile, he picked up the chair and now the positions were reversed, Chase lifting the chair high above Shadow.

Thud!

Thud!

Thud!


Alecia Matthews: Is this really happening?


Thud!

Thud!

The arena fell silent as the unrelenting blows keep coming, the steel warping itself around the back of Reverend Shadow's head.

Thud!


Tabitha Owens: Landon is not letting up, he wants to make Shadow pay for taking Emile.


Thud!


Alecia Matthews: And if he wants to send a message to the rest of the WFWF, then he's going about it in the right way.


An enraged Landon isn't done there, he tosses the chair outside the ring, before positioning Shadow in the corner of the ring. The WFWF's dazed saviour watches on as Chase Landon moves towards the ladder positioned in the middle of the ring. Landon places a hand on the step of his ladder, looking up at his friend.


Tabitha Owens: Go on, go and get Emile!


Alecia Matthews: Sure, save the rat. Why not?


But he resits the temptation to climb up the ladder and try to reclaim his pet rat. No, Reverend Shadow still needs to pay for what he's done. Landon closes the ladder, gets a firm grip of it and staggers around the ring until the end of the ladder is pointing at Shadow's fire filled eyes.


Tabitha Owens: No!?


Alecia Matthews: That's more like it.


And then he takes a step towards Shadow, his movement is slow at first, but he has soon gained momentum and the ladder is flying at the face of Reverend Shadow.


Tabitha Owens: crap.


Shadow saved himself, just having enough about him to lift the ladder up above his head. It smashes into the top turn-buckle and Landon is propelled backwards. Shadow slithers out from under the ladder and drags himself up, coming face to face with the man who had just inflicted an enormous amount of damage on him. Shadow grins, which further enrages the explosive Chase Landon.


Landon flings an arm at the face of Shadow, but it's blocked. He tries again, but it's the same outcome. He goes for a third, but it's blocked for a third time, and a knee to the gut gives Reverend control of the situation once again.


Tabitha Owens: This one has been really back and forth, you've got to credit Landon for keeping up with Shadow.


Alecia Matthews: Sure, but I don't know how Shadow has regained control after that vicious assault.


Shadow wraps his arm around Landon's head, preparing his opponent for the 'Unholy Rapture', the fire is very much alive in Chase Landon though. He lifts Shadow above his head and flings him back first into the mat. Landon has clearly had enough, he wants to get Emile back and he wants to do it now. Landon grabs Shadow, throws him over the top rope and gets to work placing the ladder under Emile.

Landon wastes no time, propelling himself up the ladder, although he has to pause on a couple of occasions, grabbing the back that Shadow had assaulted earlier on. Landon gets up to the top of the ladder and sticks his fingers through the bars comforting Emile after the ordeal he has been through, before going to unhook the rat's cage.


Tabitha Owens: He's got him, Landon is about to save Emile.


No such luck, Shadow is back and he doesn't intend to make Landon's task easy. In a matter of seconds Shadow is alongside Landon on top of the ladder and Landon's attention is forced away from Emile's cage again. The two exchange blows on top of the precarious ladder, Shadow is eventually able to gain the upper hand, grabbing Chase's head and forcing it down onto the top of the ladder. Again Shadow sends Landon's head into the top of the ladder, blood now begins to spill from his head as Shadow keeps him on the ladder. Still within arms reach of Emile, but unable to save his friend from the clutches of Reverend Shadow.


Alecia Matthews: Oh God, I would not like to be that rat right now.


Shadow throws an uppercut, allowing Landon to fall from the ladder and to the ring, he lands right onto the steel chair, motionless. Shadow unhooks the cage and lifts it high in the air, a determined look on his face as he carries the cage down the ladder and towards the lifeless Chase Landon.


Christa Adina: Here is your winner, Reverend Shadow!


Alecia Matthews: I really wouldn't want to be that rat right now.


Tabitha Owens: This can't end well.


Reverend Shadow lowers the cage, resting it on the chest of Chase Landon.


Alecia Matthews: What's he doing?


A grin appears across the face of Reverend Shadow as he leaves Emile on top of the beaten Chase Landon. Shadows taps the top of the cage laughing as he does so, before exiting the ring and retreating up the ramp. Still grinning as Landon remains down in the ring, Emile's cage, resting on his lifeless body.


Tabitha Owens: I think... I think he just gave Emile back to Landon. And now he's walking away, he's walking away without even giving us an explanation.


Alecia Matthews: Why? Why give the rat back? What was the point of that?


Tabitha Owens: You can never know what's running through that man's head. Both of these competitors deserve a lot of credit for that one, and, I guess, Shadow just spared Emile.


Alecia Matthews: Which is all Chase wanted from this clash, I guess.


Tabitha Owens: I guess so, can't see him being in the best of shape going into the Battle Royal though.

The sound of a bullet suddenly explodes out through the arena before a quickly becoming familiar theme begins to play, sending the lights in the arena shutting off one by one. As the opening chords of “Shoot the War Pigs” by INHUMANZ begins to blare across the arena six crimson spotlights switch on one by one, each shining down upon a different part of the cheering arena is sequence. One by one each of the spotlights move to the tip of the ramp, combining and showing the first glimpse of the man behind the theme – the number one contender to the WFWF World Championship and the owner of the company itself Trace Demon, kneeling with his back to the ring and a hood covering his head. As the song builds to a fever pitch and the rap kicks in he suddenly rises, spins around and in one simultaneous motion pulls his hood down and throws his other hand up like a gun, mouthing “Boom” as a spectacular pyrotechnics display shoots off all around him, only the best for the next champion after all. As the pyrotechnics come to a stop the lights in the arena turn back on, showing a full look at a very focused Trace Demon.


Christa Adina: Hailing from Hamilton, Ontario, Canada, weighing 230lbs and standing 6’3, he is the number one contender to the WFWF World Heavyweight Championship, the King of Demons… Trace… Demon!


Alecia Matthews: Well this is it, the match we’ve been waiting for all night, the WFWF World Heavyweight Championship match between Scarlett Quinn and Trace Demon. There is no match more personal tonight than this one, no contest with more bad blood and no fight that’s going to be more brutal than this one.


Tabitha Owens: Trace Demon has proven he’s got absolutely no soul and that’s not taking things too far at all. He’s willing to do anything to win the title, anything.


Trace Demon stands on the ramp and takes a look around at the crowd as they boo relentlessly. Trace Demon pushes the thought out of his mind, he doesn’t care what the fans think of him, he just wants to get into that ring and take what he believes is his, the grandest prize this company has to offer and once he has held before. He begins making his way down the ramp, completely ignoring the fans on either side of him as they reach out in an attempt to touch the King of Demons, instead focuses solely on the ring and the task ahead of him. As he reaches the bottom of the ramp he removes his hoody, throwing it to the ground before settling himself just outside the ring, refusing to take his eyes off of the ring. In a single flawless motion he leaps up onto the apron, grabs hold of the top rope and then leaps up and over that as well, landing deftly in the ring. He leaps up onto the top turnbuckle, looking out at the fans as they continue to boo, before leaping back down and settling himself in the corner of the ring, ready for a fight.


Alecia Matthews: Yes, Trace Demon has spent the past month absolutely tearing apart Scarlett Quinn physically and emotionally and while it has been downright disgusting to watch it’s also been highly effective. There’s no way to deny that Trace has the advantage psychologically.


Tabitha Owens: You say that but Scarlett’s rearing for a fight, she’s going to do everything she can to kick Trace’s ass.


Christa Adina: And his opponent…


The arena lights fall as the opening of the Offspring’s “Come out and Play” surround the arena. Strobe lights of red and violet cover the ring as smoke begins to surround the entrance way. The crowd erupt into cheers as after a few moments Scarlett Quinn emerges from behind the entrance curtain with her arms stretched out wide and the WFWF World Championship glistening around her waist. She pauses for a moment, bathing herself in the haze of red and violet and soaking up the crowds cheers. Blinks of white light sprinkle down across the arena as Scarlett turns her attention to Trace Demon and begins to make her way down to the ring, focused on the man who has made her life a living hell this past month. She reaches ringside, relinquishing her title to a stagehand before grabbing the bottom rope and sling-shotting herself into the ring, swooping right between the bottom and middle rope. Scarlett quickly bounces up onto her feet and once again extends her arms as the lights fade back, staring directly at the King of Demons as she does so.


Christa Adina: Hailing from Montreal, standing in at 5’4 and weighing 120lbs, she is the reigning and defending WFWF World Heavyweight Champion, the Princess of Wrestling… Scarlett… Quinn!


Alecia Matthews: And here she is, the World Heavyweight Champion who will not only be looking for revenge but will also want to book her spot in the main event of Superbrawl.


Tabitha Owens: Girl power Scar, I got your back.


Alecia Matthews: Scarlett Quinn is possibly the most impressive female member of the WFWF roster in history, no offence intended Tabitha, and she’s proven time and time again that she can go with the guys, but there’s simply nobody like Trace Demon in this business right now.


Tabitha Owens: I mean sure, nineteen months undefeated is a feat that nobody else has ever achieved but… okay, it’s simply impressive, but this isn’t about those nineteen months, this is about right now. Oh, and by the way, offence taken.


DING! DING! DING!


As the official calls for the bell the two opponents stare each other down, Trace Demon having lost that signature smirk of his and replaced it with a much more serious, devious glare. Scarlett Quinn opposite him bubbles with rage, anger and most importantly fury as she suddenly explodes out of her corner, sprints right across the ring and leaps up, nailing a surprised Trace Demon right in the chest with a flying knee that sends the King of Demons back first into the corner. Scarlett ducks in quickly and begins unloading with rights and lefts to the gut of Trace Demon before moving up and drilling him with a flurry of blows contrasting her usual style of offence. This is a fired up Scarlett Quinn alright and Trace Demon is learning that first hand as Scarlett grabs him by the wrist and delivers an Irish whip across the ring, Trace hitting that turnbuckle back first. Scarlett again charges across the ring and again leaps up looking for the flying knee to the chest of her much bigger opponent. Trace is ready this time though, managing to grab the knee as it flies towards him and pushing up, sending Scarlett flying over him and the top rope. Trace staggers forwards, clearing the cobwebs, and turns to find that the WFWF World Champion has landed not on the outside but on the ring apron, Quinn leaping up and springboarding off the ropes to connect with a springboard clothesline that sends Demon straight down to the canvas.


Alecia Matthews: And this one is underway and Scarlett is on Trace right from the opening bell, she’s sure as hell not waiting around tonight.


Tabitha Owens: He deserves everything he gets for what he’s done leading up to this match.


Scarlett leaps up from the canvas and lets out a roar that really gets the crowd going, these fans absolutely loving the World Heavyweight Champion here tonight. Scarlett grabs Trace by the hair and drags the stunned challenger up to his feet before nailing him with a sick elbow, then a second that sends him staggering away towards the ropes. Scarlett lines herself up and then runs forwards, leaping up and drilling Trace in the side with a running dropkick, the force of which sends Demon falling out of the ring through the ropes and crashing to the outside. Trace struggles to gather his bearings as he uses the ring apron to slowly pull himself up to his feet which is exactly what Scarlett has been waiting for, the Princess of Wrestling running forwards and dropping low for a baseball slide only for Trace to dodge! Scarlett manages to land on her feet on the outside but as she turns she gets nailed right in the gut by a boot from Trace Demon before the King of Demons grabs her by the wrist and delivers a powerful Irish whip that sends Scarlett hurtling straight into the steel ring steps. The official counts from the inside as Scarlett writhes in pain from the collision, Trace adding to the pain as he delivers a few vicious boots to the ribs of the champion before hooking his hands around her head and dragging her up onto her feet before rolling her back into the ring.


Alecia Matthews: And that is the danger that Trace Demon brings, he can turn things in a moment, he can change the entire complexion of a match because he knows how to counter every single move there is.


Tabitha Owens: I’ve seen Trace pull off some incredible victories Alecia but if he’s going to beat Scarlett it’ll take more than a single counter.


That’s fine Tab, Trace has much more in mind than a single counter. As he climbs into the ring after the downed Scarlett he grabs her right leg, stretching it out and then drops his knee straight down across the rigid limb, causing Quinn to scream out in pain. Trace again grabs the leg and again stretches it out but this time instead of dropping the knee he simply puts his boot right down full force across the joint drawing another jolt and a painful scream from the young champion. Trace doesn’t give her a chance to recover or even to catch her breath, he grabs her by the head and drags her onto her feet, pushing her back first into the corner simply to get the full width of the ring with the oncoming Irish whip. The whip’s successful, sending Scarlett hurtling across the ring and slamming into the opposing turnbuckle with such force that the recoil sends her staggering forwards. Trace takes advantage by charging forwards, ducking down low and nailing the front of Scarlett’s right leg with a running dropkick that takes her straight off of her feet and crashing to the canvas below. As Scarlett grips her leg in pain Trace sits up, smirking at the fans as they attempt to boo him out of the building.


Alecia Matthews: Well it’s becoming apparent what Trace’s game plan is and for those who have never seen a Trace Demon match before, he’s very, very effective at working over the body.


Tabitha Owens: He might be the best in the WFWF when it comes to technical and submission wrestling right now, Scarlett’s got to watch herself if she’s going to give him the ass kicking he deserves.


Trace rolls away and climbs up to his feet once more. He grabs hold of Scarlett’s right leg and narrowly dodges a swipe from the left boot before planting his own right in the joint to stun Scarlett with pain long enough to drag her across the ring. He makes it to the ropes and this time boots Scarlett right in the jaw to knock her silly, making her easily pliable as the King of Demons takes her leg and places it over the middle rope at the knee. He places one boot down on the knee and his other boot on the middle rope for balance. The crowd boo loudly as Trace ignores the officials insistence to stop this blatant rule violation and uses the ropes to propel himself up, leaping and dropping straight back down boot first upon the knee of Quinn. The Princess of Wrestling writhers in agony as Trace grabs a handful of hair and sends her to the centre of the ring, pummelling her with another vicious series of stomps before hooking the leg for the cover.


ONE!


Alecia Matthews: It’s been all Trace Demon these last few moments demonstrating exactly how devastating that size advantage is.


TWO!


Tabitha Owens: Scarlett’s title reign has shown that she can kick ass no matter the opponent’s size or weight, it doesn’t matter, she’s a true fighter.


KICK OUT!


And no, Scarlett gets the shoulder up. Trace grabs Scarlett's arm and pulls her up to the vertical base, but Scarlett nails him with a rake across the eyes. Trace turns away as the Princess of Wrestling tries to make it to her feet, but the punishment to her legs causes her to stumble slightly in her step. Scarlett forces herself into the ropes and comes crashing back with a clothesline across the back of Trace's head, forcing him down to the canvass now as he mounts him, instantly nailing him with a flurry of shots across the back of the head. The referee comes over to pry Scarlett apart, but Scarlett pushes the referee off and strikes Trace with a violent stomp across the back of the neck. Scarlett now with the cover.


ONE!


Alecia Matthews: And a big comeback from Scarlett Quinn as she takes the fight right back to the owner of the WFWF.


TWO!


Tabitha Owens: I told you, it doesn’t matter how much size she gives up she’s going to fight like she’s a giant.


KICK OUT!


Trace gets the shoulder up. With the referee prying Scarlett away, the challenger quickly rushes out of the ring and holds himself ringside, trying to recover from the shot against the back of his neck. Scarlett rushes to the outside, but Trace clobbers her with a stiff forearm to the side of the head. Scarlett's winded, and Trace uses the moment to grab Scarlett by the head and hurl her into the air, sending the Princess of Wrestling right over the announcer's table as she crashes right into Tabitha Owens and Alecia Matthews. Trace reaches into the front row, forces a fan off a steel chair and throws it into the ring. He returns now to the announcers table and grabs Scarlett again, but Scarlett pushes him off and blasts him right in the eyes with red mist. The mist burns into Trace's eyes, blinding him as Scarlett steps onto the announce table and takes to the air and connects to Trace with a Mexican DDT that spends him spinning face-first into the arena floor. The WFWF Champion squats down to a deadlift and uses all of her strenght to get Trace back up to his feet so she can push him back into the ring. Scarlett climbs up the ropes and takes air, crashing down across Trace's chest with a spinning legdrop. Scarlett hooks the legs.


ONE!


Alecia Matthews: Scarlett uses the red mist, a signature move of Trace Demon himself, against Trace Demon!


TWO!


Tabitha Owens: Payback’s a bitch.


KICK OUT!


Rolling her eyes, Scarlett shoots straight up and motions over to the corner of the ring for the chair. The referee tries to stop her, but considering how she's treated in-ring officials in the last few weeks, Scarlett forces herself against the referee, scaring him away for a moment as she takes the chair and swings it overhead- but here comes Trace from out of nowhere, knocking Scarlett right in the jaw with a leg lariat; Scarlett drops the chair and hits the canvass. Trace picks up the chair and wastes no time now as he swings it over head and crashes it right into Scarlett's skull, but Scarlett rolls away. Trace swings the chair, but Scartlett rolls away again. Trace swings again and it's a miss as Scarlett rolls away, leans forward and punches him right in the groin! The referee calls for the bell. And with a fire in her eyes, Scarlett picks up the chair and as Trace squabbles about on his knees, Scarlett swings it against the side of his head- knocking him down. Leaning over him, Scarlett begins an assault of chair shots against his side as officials now scramble into the ring in an attempt to keep her away. Having none of it, Scarlett lands chair shots at a couple of officials before they manage to drag her away, forcing her out of the ring in the process and prising the chair out of her hands.


Christa Adina: And your winner, by disqualification, Trace Demon! But as a result of the disqualification, still your WFWF World Heavyweight Champion… Scarlett… Quinn!


Alecia Matthews: I can’t believe this is how this match is going to end, I’m as disappointed as these fans right now.


Tabitha Owens: Trace has pushed Scarlett too far, you can’t be surprised that she was more interested in hurting him than fighting a fair fight.


Officials and security continue to pull Scarlett away as we see that Trace Demon has been split open by the chair shot, a thin trickle of blood working its way down his face as he tries and fails to make it to his feet. Scarlett is furious as a wall of people stops her from making it to Trace. She throws her hands up and begins to back up the ramp led by the WFWF official in charge of the match. Suddenly she tries to charge past them and get to him but there’s too many and while she might be a fighter in every sense of the word she’s still just a girl who weighs 120lbs. She gives up and begins to walk up the ramp, somewhat conflicted over the fact that she’s lost the match and missed her chance to really punish Trace Demon when…


Trace Demon: No!


She turns suddenly to find Trace Demon in the ring having dragged himself up. He’s leant against the ring ropes furthest away from the ramp to stop himself from toppling over and has a microphone in hand. He’s staring out at Scarlett through the trickling of blood that continues to roll down his face. His voice is groggy from how physical this match has been but the vitriol is still there.


Trace Demon: I’m not being screwed out of this just because you know you can’t beat me, I’m not being screwed out of my title because you’re a f*****g coward Quinn! I’m not! No f*****g way! This isn’t how this ends, no! I’m the damn owner here, I run this place and I say this match restarts right here, right now under no disqualifications, no count outs! Ring the damn bell!


DING! DING! DING!


Alecia Matthews: Well I guess we’ll be getting a proper result after all, Trace Demon flexing his authority here tonight and I don’t think the fans mind for once.


Tabitha Owens: This is probably the first time I one hundred per cent agree with a Trace Demon decision, even if he’s doing it just because he can’t stand not being champion.


Trace throws the microphone away and signals for the wall of security to part and, very much like the red sea, they do. Scarlett bursts forwards down the ramp intending to get the jump on Trace but the King of Demons is a second faster, running across the ring and leaping through the ropes, wrapping his arm around the head of Scarlett Quinn, flipping her around and driving her head first into the padded floor with a flying hurricane DDT that sends the crowd into raptures for how absolutely insane it was. The two of them lie there, Scarlett out of it from the DDT on the floor and Trace finally allowing the match to catch up to him and needing to catch his breath. Slowly he pulls himself up, wipes the blood from his face and grabs Quinn by the hair, slowly dragging her up as he climbs to his feet. He drags her to the ring and throws her back in under the bottom rope before pulling himself slowly in after her. With both of them in the ring Trace climbs on top of the still unconscious Scarlett and goes for the cover.


ONE!


Alecia Matthews: No way, this can’t end like this can it? Did Trace just pull a fast one over Scarlett?


TWO!


Tabitha Owens: He caught her off guard, Scarlett made a mistake and we can only hope it doesn’t cost her.


TH… KICK OUT!


Somehow Scarlett Quinn manages to kick out just before the death knell, the third count that would have ended her WFWF World Championship run here and now. Trace rolls off of her, can barely believe that she managed to kick out after being dropped on her head with such force but alas she did, the girl has spunk. Trace forces himself to sit up before rolling out under the bottom rope to the outside. He pulls up the ring apron and begins rooting around beneath, first pulling out a leather pouch that he places in the corner of the ring before grabbing something much more immediately dangerous – a kendo stick.


Alecia Matthews: Well Trace announced the no disqualification stipulation and I’m guessing he intends to use it right away.


Tabitha Owens: Well of course, he knows he can’t win this match without weapons.


Trace climbs back into the ring with the kendo stick in hand and waits for Scarlett to make it back up onto her feet. He saunters around the ring, pacing impatiently as the blood from his forehead drips onto the canvas while the fans boo loudly because there’s nothing cool about a grown man waiting to beat on a teenage girl with a long piece of bamboo. Unless you’re into that kind of thing of course you sicko’s. When Scarlett makes it up Trace takes a step forward and swings, unleashing a vicious lash upon Scarlett’s back with the kendo stick that draws a shout of pain from the champion. She slowly turns just to receive a second kendo stick shot, this time swung right into her ribs that hits so hard that it drops her to her knees. Trace steps in front of Scarlett, staring down at her with the kind of sick look that only a madman can, and then raises the kendo stick up and brings it straight down across the forehead of Scarlett Quinn. Somehow Scarlett manages not to go down, remains on her knees, but that’s her mistake as Trace lifts the kendo stick up again and again brings it down straight on the forehead of his former protégé, this time splitting her open and fracturing the kendo stick in the process.


Alecia Matthews: This is becoming kind of uncomfortable to watch. I know that Scarlett’s the champion but she’s still just a young girl and Trace is just beating on her.


Tabitha Owens: I mean that’s what you get when you step into a WFWF ring Alecia, I might not agree with what Trace did leading into this match but he’s not doing anything against the rules.


Scarlett Quinn slumps to the canvas, blood trickling down her forehead from the final kendo stick blow. Trace looks at the fractured kendo stick, the bamboo having split apart into tiny pieces from the final shot, and seems to have one of his sick and twisted ideas. He heads for the corner, placing the kendo stick down against the turnbuckle and then planting his boot right into the centre of it, splitting it clean in two. As he stares down at the now jagged edges of the bamboo in his hands he grins sickly and looks over to Scarlett Quinn lying motionless on the canvas. The fans know what’s coming and their boos ring out to make this unease clear but Trace doesn’t stop as he approaches Scarlett and drops to his knees over his body, lifting the remaining half of the kendo stick up and going to jam the jagged end of the bamboo straight into her forehead. Thankfully, both for Scarlett and the squeamish fans among the audience, the Princess of Wrestling manages to move her head, the kendo stick jamming into the canvas. Before Trace can move Scarlett has suddenly brought her head up and actually clamps her teeth right down on his forehead, biting as hard as she can. She quickly releases when she tastes blood, because who knows what Trace could have in his bodily fluids, but as the King of Demons falls backwards the damage is done, the small cut on his forehead having become a gusher, blood starting to pour down his face, dripping onto the canvas and that little bit squirting across the ring because why the hell not.


Alecia Matthews: Well that’s just nasty but it serves him right for trying that kind of crap, I know Trace likes to take things that little bit too far sometimes but that was a mile over the line.


Tabitha Owens: If we’re lucky he might bleed out and we won’t have to see his disgusting face for a while.


Trace Demon writhes in pain, his hand coming to his face and coming away coated in blood, while Scarlett attempts to catch her breath as she wipes away the blood from her own face as it trickles down. She spits blood onto the canvas, from the bite of course, and struggles onto her hands and knees. As the official checks in on Trace, likely worried that he may indeed bleed out, Scarlett forces herself up onto her feet, nearly falling into the ropes as she does so. She kicks the broken kendo stick out of the ring and turns her attention to Trace, staggering over and hooking her hands around his bloodied face to slowly drag him up onto his feet. Once there she pushes him down into a front chancery, points out to the crowd in a sign of showmanship and then brings her leg back and suddenly jolts downwards, driving Trace Demon head first into the canvas with an absolutely brutal snap DDT. As Trace flops onto his back Scarlett goes for the cover…


ONE!


Alecia Matthews: Trace is bloodied, he’s battered and he might just have taken his final bow after that DDT.


TWO!


Tabitha Owens: One second to go…


TH… KICK OUT!


No, not quite, Trace Demon managing to get a shoulder up and kick out at the last second. Scarlett looks truly gutted having thought this could have been over there and then but she fights on, crawls her way across the ring and drags herself out under the bottom rope, managing to land on her feet. She pulls the ring apron up and begins digging around beneath, hoping to find something that will change the face of this match. She finds it, pulling out a table and having to use much of her remaining strength to lift it up onto the apron and into the ring. She catches her breath, having little to worry about as Trace Demon lies flat out inside the ring, his face pretty much covered in his own blood. Slowly she drags herself back into the ring and begins to set up the table near the corner. Once it’s set up she notices the small leather pouch that Trace Demon earlier placed in the same corner, picking it up and unbinding it. Her eyes light up with the idea of revenge as she tips the leather pouch over the table and dozens of tiny little tacks come pouring out, scattering across the table. Once she’s done the table is littered with tacks as the crowd cheer loudly, fully expecting to see Trace Demon get his well-earned comeuppance.


Alecia Matthews: Well those tables are dangerous enough normally but I guess that wasn’t enough for Scarlett Quinn.


Tabitha Owens: Trace got those tacks out, just so happens that Scarlett found a use for them first.


With the dangerous tacked table in place Scarlett goes back to Trace, grabbing his bloodied face in her hands and dragging him up onto his feet. Before she can drag him over to the corner he lashes out with a right hand to the gut and then suddenly leaps up, bringing his leg around the back of the head and slamming Scarlett face down to the canvas with the fameasser! An utterly unusual move to see from Trace Demon leads to both competitors being laid out, Trace from exhaustion and blood loss and Scarlett from the impact. The official is unable to do anything other than wait as Trace begins to drag himself across the ring towards the ropes, leaving a trail of blood drops behind him as he does so. Once he reaches them he begins to drag himself up, needing to lean against them for several moments to stop himself from collapsing. In this time Scarlett begins to rise and Trace, desperate to take control, quickly unleashes some nasty boots to the side of Scarlett’s head reminiscent of his beating on Penny Shannon two weeks ago. With Scarlett seeing stars Trace hooks his hands around her head and slowly drags her up onto her feet. He lifts her up onto his shoulder and struggles his way over to the turnbuckle before placing Scarlett down upon the top.


Alecia Matthews: Oh no, Trace Demon can’t seriously be thinking of doing this, not from up there.


Tabitha Owens: I think we’ve come too far to assume that Trace wouldn’t do something, haven’t we?


With Scarlett Quinn propped up on the top turnbuckle Trace begins to climb up after her, having to be very careful not to lose his balance due to the blood loss that he’s still suffering through. He begins to lift Scarlett as he climbs until both of them stand perched on the top rope in a very precarious position, the tack covered table right behind them. He pushes Scarlett down into a front chancery on the top turnbuckle and clearly intends to suplex her right off and through the table. He goes for the lift, almost certainly about to end Scarlett’s promising career… only for Scarlett to drive her fist right into Trace’s gut, stopping him. The crowd cheer loudly as a second right hand breaks Trace’s grip but before he can fall Scarlett suddenly leaps up, wrapping her hand around his head and flipping over the top of him with a leaping neckbreaker! The angle that they go down at leaves Scarlett landing on her back just an inch away from the tacks but Trace isn’t so lucky as he ends up plummeting back first through the table, impaling himself on hundreds of tacks in the process!


Alecia Matthews: Trace Demon might have just died in the ring and with him any chance that he could win the WFWF World Heavyweight Championship!


Tabitha Owens: Yes Scarlett!


The entire crowd cringes as Trace Demon screams in pain, arching his back as hundreds of tacks pierce his skin amidst the wreckage of the table. Scarlett too is laid out, lying just inches away from the table but unable to do anything. The seconds tick by, Trace unable to move without feeling excruciating pain but he refuses to quit when the official poses the question. Slowly Scarlett begins to rise onto her knees, looking almost shocked at herself for being able to pull that off. The clock ticks on, Trace nearly passing out from the pain, while Scarlett grabs the ropes and begins to drag herself up onto her feet. There’s some kind of commotion among the crowd but she doesn’t listen to that, she knows she needs to make the cover here and now if she wants to win this. Problem is, she probably should have listened.


BANG!


Because the moment she turns around she finds herself nailed clean in the skull with an unprotected chair shot courtesy of… Penny Shannon.


Alecia Matthews: What the hell is this? Penny Shannon and Scarlett Quinn are friends, partners and now Penny is… she’s just screwed Scarlett over.


Tabitha Owen: I don’t know how he did it but Trace Demon has turned Penny against Scarlett. He’s the damn devil in disguise. And even after everything Trace did to her leading into this match.


The crowd are in absolute shock as Penny Shannon stands over an unconscious Scarlett Quinn. Penny, who for weeks has been the target of Trace Demon’s brutal mind games, who has stood beside Scarlett for months through thick and thin, who has been friends and a mentor to this girl for months, now stands here with a chair in hand. She looks at the chair and the dot of Scarlett’s blood on the centre and looks dismayed at her own actions, then turns stony faced, throwing the chair away and going straight for Trace Demon, leaning across the tacks and broken wood and grabbing him by the arms, dragging him out of the wreckage. Shannon pulls Trace up onto his feet giving us our first good look at his back, blood trickling down it from the dozens upon dozens of little holes caused by the still imbedded tacks. He’s in incredible pain as Penny tries to bring him around, pointing at the unconscious Scarlett and then slipping something from her wrist tape into Trace’s hand. Trace nods at her through his crimson mask and leans against the ropes as Penny goes over to Scarlett, grabbing her by the arms and dragging the young girl up. The crowd are booing loudly as Shannon holds Scarlett up and Trace nods again, stepping forward as Shannon releases Scarlett… and Trace Demon plunges a metal spike right into the forehead of Scarlett Quinn!


Alecia Matthews: That… is… disgusting.


Tabitha Owens: This isn’t right, these two are screwing Scarlett Quinn out of her dream damn it!


Quinn drops onto her hands and knees, screaming in pain as blood pours out of the large gash in her forehead. It’s a dangerous gusher but the official can do nothing as Anders stops him from intervening. Trace Demon grabs hold of Scarlett Quinn and drags her up onto her feet, pushing her down and double underhooking the arms. Trace doesn’t waste a second as he lifts Scarlett Quinn up, flips her over and plants her to the canvas back first with the Demonstration of Hell! Trace manages to drag himself on top of Scarlett Quinn, making the cover on the bloodied and battered Princess of Wrestling as Shannon screams at the official to count.


ONE!


Tabitha Owens: Not this way, somebody do something damn it,


TWO!


Alecia Matthews: I think it’s over Tabitha, Scarlett isn’t getting up.


THREE!


DING! DING! DING!


Tabitha Owens: God damn it.


Christa Adina: And your winner, and the NEW WFWF World Heavyweight Champion, the King of Demons… Trace… Demon!


Trace remains slumped over Scarlett Quinn, both of them covered in their own blood, both of them almost unconscious, both of them having given it their all but tonight the King has beaten the Princess. Penny Shannon climbs out of the ring, grabbing the WFWF World Heavyweight Championship and entering the ring with it. She kneels beside Trace, taking his arm and slowly helping him up while showing him the title that she now holds. Trace takes the title with one hand, using the other arm to hold himself up via Penny’s shoulder. Trace slowly raises the WFWF World Championship up into the air drawing a huge wave of boos from the WFWF crowd while the official ducks down next to Scarlett Quinn who is still bleeding profusely, signalling for medics.


Alecia Matthews: Trace Demon is the new WFWF World Champion and while we might not like it-


Tabitha Owens: I don’t.


Alecia Matthews: While we might not like it there’s nothing we can do, Trace played us all and will head into Superbrawl with the belt.


The canvas is stained red with blood but the only sight anyone is focused on now is Trace Demon, held up by Penny Shannon but more importantly holding up the WFWF World Championship. And while the big question is why Penny Shannon would choose to turn on Scarlett Quinn and ally herself with Trace Demon after everything he’s done the most important thing is that tonight the King of Demons achieves what he always said he would.


Tonight the Demon holds the gold.

Jayson turns around to an enziguri by Thunder, who is on his feet.


Tabitha Owens: Serves him right.


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BUZZ. LETS GO BUCS! The fans jump to their feet in a rage, knowing exactly who is coming from behind the curtain as “Bucco Fever” by 28 North plays. Thunder smirks, clapping.


Christa Adina: And the man who drew number 9, from PITTSBURGH, PENNSYLVANIA, SHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN MAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAALLLLLLLLLLLLLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAKKKKKKKKAAAAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIII!


From behind the curtain comes Shawn Malakai, black and gold attire, donning an Andrew McCutchen jersey, and a giant flag pole in hand, a Jolly Roger hanging at the end of it. As the chorus of the song plays, the fans scream along with Malakai and the other hometown kid, Thunder.


LETS GO BUCS. LETS GO BUCS.


In the ring, Andrews has regained some consciousness and went after Thunder, who body dropped him up and over the top rope.


Christa Adina: Ace Andrews has been eliminated by THUUUUNNNNNNDEEEEEEEERRRRRR!


Thunder lets out a yell and throws up THE Z! The fans, and Malakai, join him in their fantastical motion.


Alecia Matthews: This place has come unglued.


Tabitha Owens: Unbelievable. Andrews thought he could mess with the Zoltan. Tsk.


Malakai drops the flag, pulls off the jersey and throws it into the crowd, fans fist fighting over the jersey. Into the ring he goes. Whisper is up, but he takes a kick to the gut by Thunder, both Malakai and Thunder hook him. Carter, now alive lets a yell out and Malakai and Thunder oblige, suplexing Whisper onto Carters shoulders who powerbombs Whisper onto the mat.


Alecia Matthews: Impressive triple team.


However, after dumping Whisper to Carter, the duo charges at Carter and nail him with a double clothesline, sending him crashing to the mat. With everyone else down in the ring, Thunder and Malakai celebrate and taunt the crowd, the hometown fans going crazy for the Pittsburgh natives. However, this is short lived as Garrett and Blaze attack Malakai and Thunder respectively, and the action picks up once again.


Alecia Matthews: Looks like the clock has began to tick again.


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Garrett has Malakai on the ropes on one side of the ring, and Thunder has Blaze on the other.


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BUZZ! "Impossible" blares through the arena as the fans cheer the debuting star.


Christa Adina: And here's number 10, RYUUUUUU HAYAAAAAASHI!!


Ryu Hayashi raises his arms in the air, generating little reaction from the fans.


Tabitha Owens: You know this kid?


Alecia Matthews: Nope.


Hayashi rolls into the ring and takes it to Thunder.


Tabitha Owens: Make yourself famous kid.


Ryu, taking heat off of Garrett, goes for Thunderr, hitting him with a various chops and smacks. He grabs Thunder by the arm and Whips him into the corner. Ryu bounces against the ropes and charges the turnbuckle, but he gets a nasty spear for his efforts by Andrew Carter.


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”Over and Under” resonates.


Alecia Matthews: Well sh*t.


Christa Adina: And the man who drew 11, Ace Bennett.


Not wasting any time, Bennett charges the ring with a head full of steam. Charging at Carter, he leaps up and nails him on the back of the head with a Shining Wizard that brings him crumbling to the mat. After hitting clotheslines at a charging Jayson Garrett and Yukio Blaze, Ace pumps himself up and taunts to the crowd to a surprisingly positive reaction.


Tabitha Owens: He kinda sucks


Alecia Matthews: I sense some bitterness from the man who ended your undefeated run.


Tabitha Owens: I have no idea what you're talking about. I never lost to him.


Charging at Hayashi, Ace is tripped up and sent headfirst over the top rope! Grabbing the bottom rope just in time, Ace saves himself from what is a sure elimination by latching on. Put a foot to his gut, Hayashi now has Bennett on the verge of elimination.


Tabitha Owens: YEAH! GET HIM! GET HIM!


With Ace now hanging on by only one hand, Shawn Malakai comes over and throws Hayashi over the top rope, eliminating him and allowing Bennett to roll back under the bottom rope to safety. Nodding at Malakai, Ace thanks him by telling him to duck a huge clothesline attempt from Whisper.


Christa Adina: Ryu Hayashi has been eliminated by Shawn Malakai!


Alecia Matthews: A bit of a Revelation reunion formed here in the early goings.


Malakai now takes it to Whisper in the turnbuckle as Ace has turned his attention to Jayson Garrett, who begins to double team Bennett with Andrew Carter. As was true in the beginning of the battle royal, Thunder and Yukio Blaze are pounding on each other and trying to get the best of one another. Bennett is once again close to being eliminated, but he kicks away his two assailants and props himself in the turnbuckle, where they continue pursuit.


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Bennett has Carter on the edge of elimination, as Malakai is also very close to eliminating Whisper.


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"Here Comes the Boom" begins to play. Malakai and Bennett both stop their current attempts at elimination and look on.


Christa Adina: Number 12, "Dynamite" Jon O'Deeves!


Alecia Matthews: Well…this just got more interesting.


O’Deeves smirks, pointing down both Malakai and Bennett.


Alecia Matthews: Jon has been on the losing end of the last two battles against Ace and Malakai, but damn…a win here would be huge.


O’Deeves rolls into the ring, and he immeadiately goes for Malakai, tying up with the big man. Bennett rips O’Deeves off of Malakai. Ace, however, receives a boot to the gut for his effort. O’Deeves hooks under Aces arm and hits him with the Boom Shot, his signature maneuver. Malakai raises his boot to take out O’Deeves, but he ducks under and clips Malakais knee. The giant down, O’Deeves goes for the kill, but instead is interrupted by Thunder, who has taken Blaze down for a bit.


Tabitha Owens: O’Deeves had strong words for Thunder too a few shows back. Seems he took offense.


Thunder and O’Deeves are arguing at the ropes, a shoving match starting. Whisper comes at them with a double clothesline, both men jumping out of the way and Whisper goes over the top, but he holds on for dear life on the top rope. Skinning the cat, he pulls himself to the apron, and then BAM. He takes a stiff kick to the jaw from Andrew Carter out of NO WHERE, Whisper falling off of the apron and slumping into the mat below.


Christa Adina: Whisper has been eliminated by Andrew Carter!


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Alecia Matthews: What a vicious elimination by Carter. Out of no where, Whisper is going to be eating soup for a while.


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The lights dim, and “Come As You Are” by Nirvana resonates throughout the arena, the fans to their feet.


Christa Adina: And the man who drew number 13, Crow!


Alecia Matthews: Crow making a very violent statement earlier tonight, leaving a bloodied Dave Demento in his wake. And now he is here. With…the International Championship around his waist? The hell?


Crow pulls off the International Championship and pulls himself into the ring. O’Deeves goes for broke against the violent man, taking a hard swing and missing. Crow turns him around, hooks him and hits O’Deeves with a vicious headlock driver. Crow then simply picks up the corpse and dumps it over the top rope.


Christa Adina: Jon O’Deeves has been eliminated by Crow.


Alecia Matthews: Did he…


Tabitha Owens: I think he…


Crow has the entire arena in awe. Some guy no one knows anything about just took out a former WFWF National Champion, and one of the more dominant ones at that. Crow then turns his attentions to Andrew Carter, who is in the corner trying to avoid the guy. Cannot blame him in the slightest. Crow steps towards Carter, who is still a bit groggy but manages to slide himself underneath the bottom rope. Crow goes to the top rope, facing Carter, extending his arms out, showing the world that he is here and is not to be messed with. Well…someone did not give Bennett the message.


Alecia Matthews: BENNETT HITS CROW OFF OF THE TOP ROPE WITH THE SYRACUSE DROP. HOLY SH*T.


Bennett is on one knee, pumping his arm like he is some kind of badass hockey player. Carter rolls back in to go for about-faced Ace, but he gets a boot to the back of the head from Malakai for his efforts. Ace turns around, Malakai giving him a ‘you are welcome’ nod.


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The buzzer sounds as we get our next entrant. “Humble Yourself” resonates. The fans rise to their feet and cheer for the man who just recently went through a war of his own.


Christa Adina: And the man who drew number 14, Chase Landon!


Landon comes out from behind the curtain, clutching the cage of Emile incredibly close. With his free hand, he is readjusting his jaw still from the blast he took from Rev.


Alecia Matthews: Landon went to hell earlier this evening, facing off against one of the greatest to ever step in this ring in a violent ladder match, and as predicted, Landon looks pretty worn down.


Tabitha Owens: Well, he has Emile back, so that has to count for something though, right?


Landon walks around to the commentary table and places Emile right in front of Alecia Matthews as he rolls himself into the ring.


Tabitha Owens: Aww…he trusts you.


Alecia Matthews: Yuck.


Landon ties up with Garrett, who seems a bit surprised as to Landons strength.


Tabitha Owens: Chase showed he may not be that big, but he is pretty strong in his match against Rev. And it looks like he still does have some left in the tank though. Garrett and everyone else is going to have to stay focused.


Headlock, takedown. Landon gator rolls so he has the leverage over Garrett and he cranes on he hold, trying his best to cut off Garretts circulation. He frees one hand and drives the middle knuckle from his middle finger into the crown of Jayson, then subsequently punching the same spot over and over.


Alecia Matthews: Did Landon just give…Garrett…a…noogie?


Tabitha Owens: You have any idea how much that sh*t hurts? Seriously? Not a bad move in the slightest.


Landon drives that knuckle into Garretts face.


Meanwhile, on the other side of the ring, Malakai and Ace have taken it upon themselves to give Andrew Carter a nice ‘welcome back’ by double teaming the poor kid. Every time one of them does a move, Carter is trying to counter, and does so successfully, but there is the other guy right there to take him down. Carter off the ropes, Malakai hoists him up into the air on the rebound and Bennett hits an INCREDIBLE Pele kick to Carters head, essentially rendering him dead.


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Off goes the buzzer as some incredibly creepy stock music plays, a man with black and blond tinted hair coming out from behind the curtain.


Christa Adina: The man who drew number 15, Leon Kano.


Alecia Matthews: I heard about this kid. I heard he was right decent on the indy circuit. Glad to see he has made the jump to the WFWF. Now it is time to see what he can do.


Kano slides under the bottom rope, gets to his feet and is clotheslined right back over the top rope by Bennett, who was trying to clothesline Carter but he ducked out of the way.


Tabitha Owens: Apparently, nothing.


Christa Adina: Leon Kano has been eliminated by Ace Bennett.


Ace cocks his head, looking down at Kano, kind of confused as to what just exactly transpired. He shrugs his shoulders and turns around but he is met with a nasty clothesline from Andrew Carter! Carter dumps Bennett over the top, but Ace holds on for dear life. Carter goes to work on Bennetts fingers, trying to unclench them.


Tabitha Owens: YES! ONE HAND DOWN. COME ON KID! MAKE YOURSELF FAMOUS. ELIMINATE THAT DICK.


Carter is turned around…but not by Malakai. Crow grabs ahold of him and hits Carter with the same headlock driver that he killed O’Deeves with earlier. And instead of going for Bennett…who CRUSHED him earlier, or trying to eliminate Carter, Crow turns his attention to Thunder and Yukio in the corner, using his massive frame to smoosh an unsuspecting Thunder and Blaze in the corner.


And somehow, we completely missed the countdown with the fast and furious action, as “Wonderlust” by Every Time I Die plays.


Christa Adina: And the man who drew 16, Ryan Daniels!


The fans pop a bit, recognizing the name…again, an indy guy.


Tabitha Owens: I hope this one lasts longer than your last one.


Daniels pulls himself up and into the ring, ready for a fight. He helps Landon, dropping an elbow onto the back of Garrett Nature Boy style…but Landon releases the headlock and gets to his feet, shoving Daniels.


Tabitha Owens: I feeeeeeeel like Landon did not appreciate the ‘help’ that Daniels was providing.


Landon shoots the announce table a glance that could kill.


Alecia Matthews: Nope.


Landon looks down, smirking, he then hauls off and col-cocks Daniels in the face with a nasty punch. He does to town on the Indy Man, a series of kicks, punches, knees and elbows all doing their job, landing effectively. Daniels tries to counter with a piss poor attempt at a short-armed clothesline, but he misses and is back body dropped out of the ring by Chase Landon.


Christa Adina: Ryan Daniels has been eliminated by Chase Landon.


Alecia Matthews: A somewhat savage side of Landon.


Tabitha Owens: I like it. He showed glimpses of it against Rev and now…HEY. GARRETT. GOLDENEYE. LANDON IS DOWN.


Garrett is standing over Chase Landons body, having just successfully hit his Rack to Slam combo on Landon. Garrett has a dark look on his face, mounting Landon and pounding at the guys face, a rein of fists coming down upon him.


In the other corner, Thunder and Blaze have managed to somehow work together. Crow went for another splash, but both men wisely moved out of the way and let Crow crash. Thunder and Yukio hook Crow for a double suplex, but instead of taking Crow up and back, they front him over the ropes and try for an elimination. Thunder and Yukio pressing hard down on Crow, the big man holding on for dear life. He gets his shoulders out from underneath though and double shoulder blasts Thunder and Yukio in the gut, grabbing both of their heads…


Tabitha Owens: MEETING OF THE MINDS. Crow, impressive here in his debut.


The buzzer sounds…wow…we should really be paying attention. “Hell March” plays and…well…pop.


Christa Adina: The man who drew 17…WFWF National Champion Joe Bishop!


Bishop does not even give the fates a chance for a blessing as he slides in under the top rope and delivers a lethal elbow to the head of Jayson Garrett, Bishop going to f*cking town on the Hollywood star. Joe is firing out of the gate, going after Garrett with everything he has.


Tabitha Owens: Sh*t, did Bishop just throw a body slam?!


Alecia Matthews: Bishop picking up where he left off earlier in the night, making Garrett pay for his cockiness. And pay dearly.


While Bishop is busy performing rape on live television, we take you back to the Andrew Carter show. You forget he was in the match? Yeah. So did Shawn Malakai. Carter taking it to the big man, a few Japanese inspired smacks and hits, and the ever fabulous chop block, the big man is down! Carter jumps up with a clutch, an implant DDT just killing Shawn Malakai.


Alecia Matthews: You know what, Andrew Carter has been surprising the hell out of me tonight.


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”Wings of a Butterfly” by HIM plays. Crowd goes bananas.


Christa Adina: The man who drew number 18, David Williams!


Alecia Matthews: WOAH.


Tabitha Owens: Impressive.


Alecia Matthews: He has been hanging around for quite a while now, helping Malakai out as needed. But to see him back wrestling? GEEKED.


The Brit ascends the steps in a single bound and goes up and over the ropes. Bishop, now deciding he has killed Garrett enough, turns around and has David Williams staring him down.


Alecia Matthews: Woah. Intense staredown here.


Tabitha Owens: You forget their history?


Alecia Matthews: They have history?


Garrett and Williams start duking.


Tabitha Owens: A few years back, when Bishop arrived on the scene, Williams had just gone through hell to try to gain hold of the WFWF National Championship, going through every possible outlet to get around Shawn Malakai and Jon O’Deeves trying to black ball him. Well, he made it to the match, at Scars and Stripes nonetheless, but Malakai and O’Deeves robbed him of the title he felt was rightfully his. Malakai would then a few weeks later subsequently abandon O’Deeves at the feet of a Joe Bishop, whose eyes were set on the WFWF National Championship.


Alecia Matthews: Wow…nice spin.


Tabitha Owens: Hey, it is the truth. Kind of an ass backwards history lesson for all of you out there.


Alecia Matthews: I may be tempted to keep you here on commentary instead of Samael…


Bishop has Williams reeling, up in the corner, trying to pie face him out of the ring. With all of his might he struggles, Williams just refusing to get over the ropes no matter how much he tries. Bishop slaps Williams bare chest repeatedly, leaving red welts.


Tabitha Owens: My tatas hurt just seeing that.


Alecia Matthews: …maybe I will keep Sam after all.


Joe pulls David out of the corner for a meat hook, but he pulls a smart red-coat style evasive maneuver, Bishop missing wildly and hitting the ropes. Williams goes for an elimination on Bishop, but he misses with the boot, getting hung up on the top rope.


“O Canada” begins to power through the system as the fans start booing the man coming out draped in a Canadian Flag.


Christa Adina: The man who drew number 19, Matthew Peterson!


Tabitha Owens: WOA OH. Big guy.


Peterson makes his way down to the ring at a methodic pace…


Alecia Matthews: Downside to big guys. Slow as crap to the ring.

Nitta jumps up and over the ropes into the ring, he turns to face the group and is met by Jayson Garrett! Landon grabs ahold of Garretts hand and Irish Whips him into Nitta, who gets barreled over the top rope by Jayson Garrett with an assist by Chase Landon.


Christa Adina: Cam Nitta has been eliminated by Jayson Garrett!


Cameron Stone: YES! YES! YES!


Nitta is on the ground, on his knees, his face in his hands, disgusted with himself.


Alecia Matthews: That was a HUGE elimination by Garrett. Cam Nitta has been in the upper echelon since he came into the WFWF, earning a WFWF Championship shot early on in his career. Now he finds himself in a rather demoralizing in-n-out situation here in the Scars and Stripes battle royal. That has got to be an ego killer.


Cameron Stone: I wish it was a heart stopper…


Tabitha Owens: I wish Ace Bennetts heart would stop…


The lights go out.


Cameron Stone: Again? Really Trace? Come on. I will forego my paycheck if I have to so that you can pay the bill. Take some blame, man. Jeez.


Christa Adina: The woman who drew number 27…Phoenix!


Tabitha Owens: AAAAAAAAAWWWWWWWWWWW YYYYYYYYYYIIIIIIIIIIIIIIISSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!


Alecia Matthews: WHAT?!


The lights come back on and Vanessa “Phoenix” McGurk has her mits wrapped around the throat of Kevin Garcia. Unable to hoist him up and over, Vanessa uses all of her might to dump Garcia up and over.


Christa Adina: Kevin Garcia has been eliminated by Vanessa McGurk!


Vanessa turns her sights onto Shawn Malakai. She shoves the big man in his chest and gets in his face.


Alecia Matthews: Mama Quinn-McGurk has a bone to pick with Shawn Malakai.


Angry as can be, Vanessa gives Malakai a good boot to the gut which drives him into the corner. Joining into the gang mentality, Landon and Blaze have gotten in on the action, giving Malakai too much to handle, the cancer patient being demolished by everyone.


Alecia Matthews: This is really bad.


From out of no where, Ace Bennett appears and rips Vanessa off of Malakai. He drops to his knees, hits her in the stomach with a back hand; gives her an uppercut and choke dumps her over the top rope.


Christa Adina: Vanessa McGurk has been eliminated by Ace Bennett!


Alecia Matthews: Woah.


Landon turns around and is met with an unceremounious exit, a nasty dropkick into the ropes and Thunder pulls them down for Ace to get the elimination. Thunder winks at Ace and gives him a smirk.


Christa Adina: Chase Landon has been eliminated by Ace Bennett!


Missing the countdown, Samael Ahriman has made a break for the ring.


Christa Adina: And the man who drew number 28, Samael Ahriman!


Alecia Matthews: SAM!


Ahriman rolls into the ring, tries to hit Bennett, but is back body dropped out of the ring by, you guessed it, Ace Bennett.


Christa Adina: Samael Ahriman has been eliminated by Ace Bennett!


Tabitha Owens: This is getting depressing…


Cameron Stone: Oh, so you mean you are sad that someone who cost you something important is doing well? Aww. Shame.


Tabitha Owens: I will kill you.


Thunder did Bennetts job for him, ripping Blaze off of Malakai, and would you not know it, a fight broke out between the two men. Center stage, the former WFWF Champion and his greatest rival are having an all out war. Thunder holds Yukio steady for a moment and gives him a strong, stiff shot to the temple. Blaze, exhausted, fires back with a shot of his own. They tie up, weary. Both men make their way to the ropes but essentially have no energy left to dump the other.


Joe Bishop gets in the middle of the brawl…or what is left of it, and he hooks Blaze, hitting a modified version of the Mactabilis Factum out of the ring, onto the apron, Blaze writhing in pain as he hits the mats below.


Christa Adina: Yukio Blaze has been eliminated by Joe Bishop!


Bishop celebrates, but gets a hard slap by Thunder, claiming that was his elimination. Thunder seems to look out of the corner of his eye and duck out of the ring through the second rope. Bishop pulls around and is BLASTED by Jayson Garrett. He has NO chance at grabbing the ropes, he is out.


Christa Adina: Joe Bishop has been eliminated by Jayson Garrett!


Thunder, on the apron, wraps his arm around the neck of Jayson Garrett and very violently rips him over the top rope backwards to the floor.


Christa Adina: Jayson Garrett has been eliminated by Thunder!


Thunder has returned to the ring, saluting Garrett as he goes and turns his attention to ZMaster.


Alecia Matthews: That was one hell of a run by Jayson Garrett. He had a hell of a go, coming in number four and getting two high profile eliminations. Shame he could not hold out a bit longer.


Tabitha Owens: Not like he had a say in getting eliminated. Thunder stole one from him.


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BUZZ. “Wannabe” by the Spice Girls plays on the airwaves.


Christa Adina: The woman who drew number 29, Spice!


Tabitha Owens: YIIIIIIIIIIIISSSSSSSSSSSSSS.


Cameron Stone: …who?


Spice runs to the ring. She jumps to the apron, steps between the ropes and is just as soon taken back up and over the ropes by ZMaster with a naaaaaaaasty chokeslam.


Tabitha Owens: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO.


Christa Adina: Spice has been eliminated by ZMaster!


ZMaster snaps his fingers in an aww shucks manner, running his hand through his hair.


Malakai, Thunder and Bennett are working over Crow now, ZMaster staying out of the limelight, letting them handle their business. Crow fights off Bennett with a kick to the shins and be low blows Malakai, leaving Crow with Thunder. Crow, the bigger man, gets ahold of Thunders tights and pulls him into a hard elbow to the side of the head.


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BUUUUUUUZZZZZZZZZZZZ. “The Beginning is the End if the Beginning” by The Smashing Pumpkins resonates throughout the arena.


Christa Adina: And finally, the man who earned the last spot in the WFWF Scars and Stripes Battle Royal, number 30, Dex!


The masked man runs to the ring, full speed. He kips up backwards and pumps his arms in the air, excited.


Tabitha Owens: Dex looks excited.


Dex finds himself face to face with ZMaster.


Cameron Stone: Mismatch of the century. I like it.


Dex smacks at ZMaster, trying to get some momentum going. He lands six kicks to the sternum of ZMaster. He leaps up and hurricurannas ZMaster…well…he attempts. ZMaster, being so strong, keeps ahold and his balance and he hoists Dex up into the air and powerbombs him in the center of the ring. ZMaster grabs Bennett by his hair as he is going after Crow. He bounces Bennett off of the ropes, but he ducks the big boot attempt and drives his elbow into the back of ZMasters knees. Malakai picks up Dex, smacks him in the face and chucks him at ZMaster.

Dex, aware, leaps into the air off of the back of Thunder who was using himself as a stepping stool, and hits ZMaster with a rough ryder, ZMaster rolling over the top rope. Dex uses his tiny frame to hold onto the top rope and stay alive.


Christa Adina: ZMaster has been eliminated by Dex!


Cameron Stone: Great teamwork by Malakai, Thunder, Bennett and Dex…WUH OH.


Malakai bounces off of the opposite ropes and raises his boot, hitting Dex on the outside with the 19:15, Dex falling to the floor.


Christa Adina: Dex has been eliminated by Shawn Malakai!


Alecia Matthews: Final four!


You know, it is almost like Malakai, Thunder and Bennett heard that. They all turn their fixation on Crow, who is sitting in the corner, trying to recover from the beating he took earlier. Thunder and Bennett grab Malakais arms and chuck him into the corner, a hip check for the ages on Crow. But on his way back…


Alecia Matthews: THUNDER WITH AN IMPALER DDT! THUNDER TURNED ON MALAKAI!


Malakai is down on the ground, holding the top of his head. Bennetts eyes widen, he turns to Thunder and screams at him, shoving the former WFWF Champion in the chest.


Ace Bennett: WHAT ARE YOU DOING?! WE ARE SUPPOSED TO MAKE IT TO THE END.


Thunder nods his head, looking down in humility.


…a false humility. He blasts Bennett in the chin with an uppercut, going to town.


Alecia Matthews: How on earth could he turn on Bennett and Malakai like that?


Cameron Stone: Bennett and Malakai have never been WFWF Champion. Hell, Bennett has never even had a shot at the title. Thunder knows what it is going to take to win, and he wants to win. He would have done the same thing to Malakai, and I think Malakai would have done the same thing…Bennett taking exception to that though.


Tabitha Owens: Yep. Thunder wants this.


Crow, who is probably concussed, grabs ahold of Malakais leg. The big man flips on the mat though, kicking Crow in the chest. He sits up and looks to his right and he sees his army fighting amongst one another.


Cameron Stone: Uh oh. Daddy mad.


Malakai gets to his feet and shoves Thunder and Bennett. He has a look of concern and anger on his face. Bennett shoves Malakai back with a cocked head.


Tabitha Owens: Bennett upset Malakai is not just peeved with Thunder.


Cameron Stone: Told you, Malakai understands.


Malakai shoves Bennett back. Bennett, angry, goes for a punch but Malakai catches it and shoves him, he then turns around and cocks Thunder right in the face! The place lost it!


Alecia Matthews: Ouchies!


Malakai holds his hand as he stands over a downed Thunder.


Tabitha Owens: DEATH.


Malakai lifts up the lifeless body of Thunder and tosses it into the corner.


Crow comes from the corner he was kicked into and blasts Malakai in the back of the head, Malakai crumpling into the corner that Thunder is in. Crow tries to dump Malakai over, but Bennett is holding onto Malakais leg, Malakai hooking Thunders arm. Bennett uses his other arm to hook under Crows arm, and with one last gasp and push, all four men fall over the top rope and hit the floor.


Cameron Stone: **on his feet looking across the table** What the hell did we just see?


Tabitha Owens: Who lost? Who won?


There are bodies everywhere. Malakai is being kind of held up by Bennett, Thunder in on his knees at the apron and Crow has rolled to in front of the announce table. All four men look up at the titantron, gawking at the replay.


There are four replays shown with four cameras focusing on the four men who were left. The camera angles all conclude the same thing.


Alecia Matthews: Holy sh*t…they are all out…


Malakai rolls his head back, him and Bennett in disbelief. Thunder is shocked. Crow is dying of laughter.


Cameron Stone: So who won?


Tabitha Owens: Vacant?


Yep.


Alecia Matthews: Mighty fine question, Cam.


In the meantime, Crow has backed away from the group and gathered his (big question mark there) WFWF International Championship and wanders towards the ramp VERY slowly, keeping his eyes FIXATED on Malakai, Bennett and Thunder. His eyes refuse to leave as the three men are now on their feet. Thunder taps Malakai on the back and Malakai turns to face Thunder, who is seemingly trying to explain something to Malakai…and it seems to going well. Malakai is surprisingly nodding his head.


Alecia Matthews: Thunder trying to explain why he did what he did.


Tabitha Owens: Malakai seeming to be understanding.


Malakai looks down, smiling and nodding his head.


Cameron Stone: Uh oh.


Tabitha Owens: What?


Cameron Stone: Get out of the way.


Alecia Matthews: What?


Cameron Stone: Get out of the way.


Tabitha Owens: Whaaaaat? Why?


Shawn Malakai places his hand on Thunders shoulder.


…Malakai grasps Thunders throat, hoists him up in the air and turns, chokeslamming Thunder through the announce table! The fans are chanting HOLY SH*T.


Malakai backs against the ring, Bennett standing next to him, his eyes big as to what just happened. Up on the ramp, Crow is standing there with a very similar look to Bennett, a grin across his face and a maniacal laugh permeating the ears of all in the building as the camera pans out, the wreckage in full view, all of the men in good view as it backs away.


Cameron Stone: Holy…what…


Fade to black.