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Post by Rated R on Feb 13, 2014 16:26:48 GMT -5
Fireworks, music, a dancing mime and an elephant playing the trombone. Yes, it can only be the ever increasingly extravagant opening for the WFWF Revolution!
Lila Sleater: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Revolution.
For once we don’t go straight down to the announce team but rather to the ring where Lila Sleater, the exquisite punk rock queen that is our general manager stands, microphone in hand. The crowd give a slight cheer, they’re still not entirely sure what to make of her.
Lila Sleater: I don’t want to take up too much of your time because I know you’re all here for the wrestling, not to watch me talk, something that past authorities haven’t seemed to grasp. I’m going to make this short and sweet.
She walks over to the ring ropes and is passed a briefcase by one of the stagehands.
Cameron Stone: Any idea what’s in the briefcase?
Alecia Matthews: Well it’s been rumoured that Lila has a big announcement regarding the tag team division coming tonight; I’m guessing it has something to do with that.
Samael Ahriman: Nah, that’d be far too obvious. It’s probably a miniature bear, we do love our unpredictability and mini animals round here.
Lila Sleater: I took this job for a number of reasons, one of which is because I know I’m the person who can take the WFWF to the next level, I know this because I can see where it’s been going wrong for the past year and I know how to fix that. Some of those things are going to take time, some of them are going to be difficult, but one of them I can do right here, right now in front of all of you. For some time now the WFWF has been without any real tag teams, the division has had no competition and nothing to fight for but now it’s getting back on its feet. The recent issues between Mak Cross, Cam Nitta, Slanted and Enchanted prove that two teams can be just as exciting and grab just as many ratings as any main event. But still, they’ve got nothing to fight for, nothing to aspire to, which is why I give you all the WFWF World Tag Team Championships.
The crowd pop loudly as she opens the briefcase to reveal the WFWF World Tag Team Championships in all their glory.
Alecia Matthews: A huge announcement by Lila Sleater as she continues to put her stamp on the WFWF.
Samael Ahriman: Where’s the mini bear? I’m so disappointed.
Lila Sleater: Now I know Mak Cross challenged Slanted and Enchanted for these titles last week but this is my decision to make, not his, and unlike in the past I will not be letting the inmates run the asylum as it were. At Superbrawl we are indeed going to kick start a new era in WFWF tag team wrestling by crowning new champions, but it’s not just going to be any old match. You see at Superbrawl it will be-
Before she can finish she’s cut off by the sound of “Shoot the War Pigs”, the crowd erupting into boos as Trace Demon slowly walks out onto the stage with a microphone already in hand. He’s wearing that bright red leather jacket again, the WFWF World Heavyweight Championship glistening beneath it. He taps the title as a reminder, the music fading out as he begins to talk.
Trace Demon: Making your mark already Lila, I like it, and I agree, everybody needs something to fight for.
Lila Sleater: I’m guessing you didn’t come out here just to congratulate me on my great decision making.
Trace Demon: You’re right, I didn’t. I came out here to remind you that you are standing in my ring, a ring that is part of my show, a show that is part of my company. Which means every decision you make reflects back upon me, which means I’m kind of surprised that you didn’t come to me and ask my advice when you decided to bring those titles back.
Lila Sleater: I don’t need your permission for anything Trace, I’m the general manager and I don’t answer to you.
Trace Demon: Legally you’re right, you don’t answer to me, you answer to the WFWF sponsors. But I’m not legalities, I’m talking common sense and common sense dictates that when Trace Demon tells you to respect him you damn well respect him and right now I don’t feel very respected. That’s not good news for you Lila, there’s going to be some very poor job reviews coming your way, among… other things.
Lila Sleater: Are you threatening me Trace? Didn’t you learn last week? Do you want me to throw you inside you inside the cell tonight to give you a taste of what’s to come?
Trace chuckles to himself, as if Lila has just played right into his hands.
Trace Demon: Ladies and gentlemen I introduce you all to the real Lila Sleater, just as vindictive and manipulative as every owner this place has ever had. You promised you were different Lila, you promised that you were going to run this place for the fans but face it, when someone challenges you you go on the defensive, you get angry and you punish them. Does that sound fair to you? Does that make you any different to any of the others? Does it make you any better than me? No, it makes you worse because at least I’m honest about who I am. You want to go around doing what you want, being all selfish then you be my guest, but don’t act like you’re sparkling, because you’re just as dirty as the rest of us. Hell, you give it long enough and you’ll have just as much blood on your hands as I do.
Lila Sleater: You keep talking Trace because nobody is listening; everyone here knows your game by now.
Trace Demon: Doesn’t matter if they know my game or not, all that matters is that they’re listening. These fans, the guys in the back, the sponsors, they’ve just got to listen. They can make their own decisions. I just hope you don’t say something or make a decision that might get you into trouble.
Trace laughs as “Shoot the War Pigs” hits the speakers again and he begins to back up the ramp, staring down the ramp at the same time. Lila Sleater stares daggers back as the crowd murmur among them.
Alecia Matthews: Does Trace actually believe anyone cares what he says?
Cameron Stone: I care.
Samael Ahriman: Yeah, the guy talks a lot of crap sometimes but he wasn’t exactly wrong there.
Alecia Matthews: Are you kidding me, you guys just have to stick together don’t you? She’s got every right to make sure people know who’s in charge.
Cameron Stone: All I’m saying is b*****s be crazy.
Samael Ahriman: You’re so going to get slaughtered by the feminists.
Cameron Stone: Not before the commercial break I’m not.
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Post by Rated R on Feb 13, 2014 16:27:35 GMT -5
Samael Ahriman: Well Cam, its your favorite time of the day.
Cameron Stone: Poutine time?
Samael Ahriman: Nah man. The opening contest, but that poutine sounds pretty damn good.
Cameron Stone: It is dude.
The lights completely black out as "Bring me to Life" by Evanescence plays through the speakers. Hendrix shows no expresion as he walks to the ring. A white light follows slowly in front of him, The lights turn back on and he is standing on the Apron of the ring. as he enters, he doesn't take his eyes of the crowd. Glaring at them for every second.
Alecia Matthews: Well, wasn't that special
Samael Ahriman: Just cause there is a chick running this place doesn't mean you need to bag on the wrestlers.
Cameron Stone: Can women truly bag on people? I'm looking at you Penny!
The video feed cuts out into a small video package of a man sitting in a rocking chair as multiple men surround him. The lantern in his hand delivers the light as his hands rise up to the top of his head. He grabs the rim of his hat and throws it towards the camera as his followers all blow out the lantern. "We're Here!" proclaims Crow as everything goes black.
"Come As You Are" by Nirvana starts beaming in the arena as the followers in The Nest slowly make their way to the top of the ramp. They all stand in a straight line all while holding each other's hands. The music heads to it's chorus as the "children of Crow" all sing along while moving their body to the beat. The song picks up as Crow comes out from the back and pets every single one of his children on the head, all while staring down his opponent. He reaches the tallest at the front of the line before kissing him on the forehead. The followers then emerge from their frozen states and walk around the ring. The lights start to come back on slowly as Crow eerily laughs at his "Family" as he walks into the ring. He walks over to the corner and he sits down into the corner while he continues to laugh maniacally.
Alecia Matthews: Solomon Crow has been the most impressive rookie I've seen lately. He's the International Champion and a Scars And Stripes winner, getting both those accolades at his debut event.
Christa Adina: And now in the ring, from the Crow's Nest, weighing in at 212 pounds, he is undefeated with a record of 4-0 so far. He is a co-winner of the Scars And Stripes Battle Royale in his debut match. He is also the WFWF International Champion, holding it for over fifty five days now... SOLOMON CROW!
Solomon stares directly into Hendrix's soul, or lack thereof, from across the ring. The referee rings the bell as Hendrix charges the International Champion. As Hendrix reaches Solomon, Crow ducks and Hendrix hits the turnbuckles chest first. He stumbles backwards as Solomon grabs his head and falls forward with it, smacking Hendrix's head off the middle turnbuckle.
Samael Ahriman: Holy crap! What a Baptism By Fire! And that's the first move of the match!
Solomon drags his opponent to his feet and slowly pets his hair while he's standing. Solomon grabs Hendrix's head once again and delivers another huge Baptism By Fire in the middle of the ring. He goes for the cover!
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Samael Ahriman: Solomon wins, in a impressive showing!
Cameron Stone: Solomon doesn't look finished... This could be bad for Hendrix.
And Cameron was right, Solomon picks up the limp body of Hendrix and tosses his violently over the top rope. Hendrix coming to a vicious thump on the floor, his head already a bloody mess. As blood trickles onto the ringside mat, Solomon chases after his prey and violently throws some kicks at his limp body on the ground. An evil grin later, Solomon picks up Hendrix from the floor as he puts him on his shoulders and Fireman Carries him on the announce table.
Cameron Stone: THAT WAS MY POUTINE!
Hendrix blood drips down into Cam's poutine, creating a disgusting smell ringside, as Solomon looks under the ring. Crow pulls out a table and places it beside the announce table. He opens in up and looks back at the ring apron. He goes back underneath, but this time he pulls out a lighter and a giant jug of gasoline. He lifts the lighter high up in the air to a roar from the crowd!
Alecia Matthews: I think we need a barfbag out here.
Solomon pours all the contents of the jug onto the wooden table as he flicks the lighter and launches it on the table. Flames go everywhere as a huge inferno emerges ringside! The fans on their feet as Solomon walks beside the table before spitting on Hendrix. He gets on the announce table, and picks Hendrix up on his shoulders.
Alecia Matthews: I have to agree with our loyal fans... HOLY crap!
Solomon looks down at the table, before disposing Hendrix of his shoulders and jumping down from the announce table. Solomon looks into the fans, flipping off the whole sea of humanity in attendance before leaving the announce table, he picks up a pail of water from ringside and extinguishes the flames. The fans all sigh, as Solomon looks on in a trolling smile, as we head backstage.
Lila Sleater sits in her office, overviewing some papers. Not all fun and games being the general manager of the WFWF after all. Moments pass with little of interest going on before the door opens and someone intiailly unseen enters.
Jason Anders: Trace got to you, didn’t he?
Lila looks up to find Jason Anders looking down at her with a mild smirk.
Lila Sleater: Who let you backstage?
Jason Anders: Trace is my boss; I go where I want to go.
Lila Sleater: As long as he says it’s okay, right?
Anders chuckles at the not so subtle jab. Must be something he picked up from the master of brushing off an insult.
Jason Anders: It’s a nice office you’ve got here Lila, may I call you Lila?
Lila Sleater: No, but you can tell me what you’re doing here so I can laugh in your face and get you thrown out already.
Jason Anders: I know you’re not exactly fond of me, but I can be very useful. I’ve done a lot of work for Trace, I know how this business works and I know all the loopholes you could ever think of. You’re looking for security, for respect, for a guarantee that Trace Demon can do nothing to stop you making the WFWF the kind of company people respect. I can make that happen… if I’m treated with respect.
There’s an odd moment of silence as Lila takes in what has just been said.
Lila Sleater: You’d turn your back on Trace and help me?
Jason Anders: I wouldn’t turn my back; I’d simply work behind his.
Lila Sleater: You’re a rat Anders but you’ve not got the bottle to betray Trace. And besides, I wouldn’t work with you even if you were half as smart as you think you are, I don’t need your help and I don’t want it.
Jason Anders: You say that now but I promise you Trace isn’t going to back down, sooner or late you’re going to need my help and whether you like it or not it’s going to do us both a lot of good if you ask for it rather than get pushed into it, get me?
Lila Sleater: The only thing I’m getting is nauseous from your stench. Get the hell out of my office and don’t come back.
Anders gives a simple nod before placing a business card down on the desk in front of Lila.
Jason Anders: Keep it in mind, I’ll be waiting.
He makes his exit leaving Lila alone, looking down at the business card with a troubled expression. Slowly she picks the card up and pockets it before Revolution pulls away.
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Post by Rated R on Feb 13, 2014 16:28:38 GMT -5
Samael Ahriman: Look it here, we have another match scheduled.
Cameron Stone: Want to see more matches, wait a few weeks until the WFWF Network comes to you live.
Samael Ahriman: With our very own app! Live on our app! App-tastic!
Alecia Matthews: I see what you did there.
She rolls her eyes, obviously at the horrible parody act the two men are playing. The crowd is screaming when it starts, at 11 seconds Devilkiller comes out with face paint on and is pumping up the crowd as green laser lights roll around the arena. Killer gives high fives out and leans back against the barricade and the fans pat on him and hugs him and all and then Killer goes to the other side and does the same thing, he gets up in the ring makes a sign almost like Jeff Harveyys but its 3 fingers instead of 2 and shows it off to the fans then gets up and the turnbuckles and does it then jumps down and waits for his opponent.
Christa Adina: First, from New Jersey in the beautiful New Jersey, weighing in at a whopping 270 pounds... DEVILKILLER!!!!!!!!
Alecia Matthews: Girl power Christa! She’s standing in there with that huge man.
Samael Ahriman: You know why they call him the Devilkiller?
The lights go out. Lots of fire begins to form on the screen for the entrance. Explosion hits the air and the ramp catches fire and forms a square. A man begins to rise up there and it's ZMaster with The Unforgiven is playing. The crowd begins to cheer and then starts walking down the ramp with a serious look. He looks at the cheering crowd and then goes to the ring. He enters the ring and raises his arms in the air forming an x and drops them down violently and causes an explosion on all 4 corners of the ring.
Christa Adina: And his opponent, from Parts Unknown, weighing in at 305 pounds! He is a former WFWF World Champion... ZMASTER!!!!!!!!!!!
The referee rings the bell as both men walk to the center of the ring and engage in vicious smack talk. Devilkiller challenges ZMaster to a test of strength, in which it is accepted. Both men push down violently, including Devilkiller getting up from ZMaster’s attempt and executing a big bodyslam!
Alecia Matthews: And he is down!
Devilkiller, thinking smartly and not getting his stuff taken away like usual, goes for a quick pinfall.
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Kickout! Both men get back up and circle around each other; they both go for a clothesline as neither man budges. They both give it a second thought as they once again shoot for a clothesline. They decide to screw it as they latch on to each other’s heads and unleash a fury of punches onto each other.
Alecia Matthews: This match could use some crimson and some T’N’A on the matt.
Both men feel the pain as they stumble backwards and they both flop onto their tummies from the damage. The referee starts his count.
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And that’s when everyone stops paying attention, including the official, as everyone is caught off guard by the sound of static. Their eyes are drawn to the big screen where an empty room can be seen. Then a very recognized voice sounds through the arena, as most fans mark out, remembering this man.
Voice: Devilkiller, it's been a little while, for you and I hasn't it?
Alecia Matthews: Is that who I think it is.
Samael Ahriman: Definitely sounds like him.
The voice almost antagonizing Devilkiller. Then the face appears on the big screen, the ragged man they call Tommy Staxx is now on the screen, addressing Devilkiller during his match.
Tommy Staxx: I hope you are not busy, as we have some business to take care of.
The fans are now nuts, as Devilkiller reaches his feet and begins listening intently to Tommy's every word, forgetting his match.
Tommy Staxx: You see, back a year ago, we were told we would get a match together, and it never happened. Since then, I have taken time off to recollect, and recollect I have. I watched as you held the National title for months on end, and I watched as you won hardcore matches, and it made me think, this man has no idea what hardcore really is. Devilkiller you are a sick man, but I am flat out diabolical. You are so interested in your future here, yet it looks so dim. I have been in THE sickest matches, one in particular, a Monster's Ball. But that's nothing now, those are just memories. Sometimes I reflect and look at you, and see a little bit of myself. We both like hardcore and we both can put on one hell of a match. Just something to think about, since I am returning, young Devilkiller, and if I were you, I'd focus more on your opponent as of now.
DevilKiller turns his head and sees the prone ZMaster on the mat. He ascends the top turnbuckle, as fast as a near 300 pounds man could, and looks to the crowd in anticipation. He rips off his shirt to a huge ovation from the audience as he jumps and lands the Devil’s Final Flight! He goes for the pin.
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Samael Ahriman: DevilKiller does it!
Cameron Stone: But think about what we just saw, Tommy Staxx is back and seemingly targeting the big man right there.
Alecia Matthews: Staxx used to be part of Phillip Schneider’s freak show entourage so you know he’s got some history here and if he’s got his sights set on Devilkiller you can bet he’ll get his man.
Recovering from what was a hard fought loss, ZMaster makes his way to the ropes and requests a microphone, which he is given. Devilkiller, in a rare display of respect and perhaps preoccupied by Tommy Staxx’s message, leaves the ring and heads up the ramp.
Cameron Stone: I wonder what he wants?
Samael Ahriman: Probably addressing what happened last week with that little break in at the end of Malakais match.
ZMaster: You know, I do not know if the lights that went out were some kind of message to the lucky victor, Devilkiller. Or if that was a sign from the man who challenged me last week to a match at SuperBrawl.
Samael Ahriman: Yep.
ZMaster walks to the center of the ring.
ZMaster: You know…when I saw that little stunt Dex pulled last week, I was curious what he was up to. So once he got to his delusional point…well, he had my interest; but after last week Dex had my full attention.
Alecia Matthews: Django!
ZMaster: Dex…you want my mask. I can respect that. Over the years many have tried to take it from me, but none have succeeded. But are you fully prepared to lose yours? I have no doubts of my victory, and I know that there will be pleasure in removing your mask. But are you prepared to show the world what lies beneath?
The crowd stirs.
ZMaster: I guess we will have to see when we get there.
The crowd cheers.
ZMaster: See you at SuperBrawl.
ZMaster drops the microphone in the ring and heads to the back.
Samael Ahriman: WOO! SuperBrawl match confirmed!
Cameron Stone: Gotta love it.
And on a final shot of ZMaster we cut to commercials.
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Post by Rated R on Feb 13, 2014 16:29:16 GMT -5
Alecia Matthews: Well up next we’ve got a big match as two of the WFWF’s young stars face off one on one. Samael Ahriman: Both Joe Bishop and Jayson Garrett are looking to build up some momentum tonight, but only one can manage it at the expense of the other. Cameron Stone: And you just know the poutine ruining freak Crow will be watching the latest addition to his Nest. Joe Bishop vs. Jayson GarrettJust like the announce team pointed out these two young stars were looking to build up momentum heading towards Superbrawl and they certainly went all out with that in mind. Bishop is a former three time National Champion, the only man ever to manage that achievement, and with his new Crow infested mind set leading him he was more vicious than ever here. Jayson Garrett didn’t know what hit him to begin with, the Golden Boy struggling to get into the match early on. Once he managed it he not only held his own but fought back, showing the cocky confidence that makes him so easy to hate. A fast paced back and forth contest ended with Joe Bishop going for the Decido Spiritus only for Garrett to roll out of the way, Bishop crashing and burning and becoming easy prey for the Goldeneye as Garrett got the pinfall and the victory.Victor: Jayson GarrettAlecia Matthews: A big victory for Jayson Garrett, if a little bit fortunate. Cameron Stone: Bishop went up high and Garrett had the sense to move out of the way, seemed pretty smart to me. Samael Ahriman: And now, as has become the custom here in the WFWF, en route to SuperBrawl we induct the greatest stars in our history into our illustrious Hall of Fame. And now, please welcome our newest inductees. Tag teams and stables have come and gone over the course of the WFWF. Some were notable, such as Revelation and The Headcrushers. Some were less than memorable; such as Projekt Hardkore and The Independent Scene. And some have been Hall of Fame caliber, Los Hobos and The Axis being prime examples.
But over the course of history, one group has never been able to come into the WFWF and completely dominate in such a minuscule amount of time as The New Epoch.
Born from the minds of some of the most devious men to ever step foot in a WFWF ring, The New Epoch dominated the WFWF scene from late 2012 through the majority of 2013. Michael Kyzer, the WFWF Champion, Drakz, International Champion and one half of the tag team champions, and David Brennan, Survival of the Fittest winner and the man who should have been champion, dumbfounded and star struck the WFWF when they aligned together, facing off against Hall of Famers like Phillip Schneider, Trace Demon and Raider in the process of taking the WFWF by storm.
But as quickly as they appeared and dominated, they were gone. Kyzer and Drakz, disappearing right after winning the tag championships...and we still have no clue where Brennan has gone.
But no one can deny their ability to captivate an audience and earn their respect, doing everything some of the greatest teams ever have done in a fraction of the time.
We are proud to announce today that The New Epoch will be joining the Tag Team wing of the Hall of Fame, in this, our WFWF Class of 2014 for the Hall of Fame.
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Post by Rated R on Feb 13, 2014 16:31:48 GMT -5
The opening jungle like drums of “Shock Out” by Danny Byrd fill the arena. Strobe lights begin to flash on the stage and smoke rises from the floor. The entire entrance way has become a blur of flashing lights, smoke, and above the stage mild pyrotechnics. Through the carnage and theatrics emerges an old face, kind of.
Samael Ahriman: Chaemo is here again. We've seen him causing Drakz all sort of trouble over the past few weeks. But who is he?
Alecia Matthews: We're supposed to find out tonight..
Covered in a gas mask and a black hooded with the hood up Chaemo emerges through the smoke and fog, walking to the ring with little fanfare but a certain swagger in his step.
Samael Ahriman: It's Superbrawl season and I get that. Familiar faces return around Superbrawl. But Chaemo? That's not someone I was expecting.
Cameron Stone: What forgetable character would you rather have return?
Alecia Matthews: I was a fan of The Revolting Blob, myself.
Samael Ahriman: Miguel Sanchez.
Chaemo makes a motion, requesting the microphone. He's handed the microphone from the ring announcer. He raises the microphone to his face and begins to talk, but his speech is muffled and inaudible beneath his gas mask.
Cameron Stone: This is fascinating TV, it really is. A guy in a gas mask muffles nonsense.
Realizing the gas mask is hindering his speech, Chaemo peels it off. He leans, now just his hood covering his face, though long hair also works to skew his face and he intentionally turns his back to the hard camera.
Chaemo: If people say you are something for long enough, it becomes reality. Even if it's a lie it'll eventually become the truth. They say you're a monster over and over until they're blue in the face and you believe you're a monster for long enough, you become a monster. Me, I've become Chaemo.
Chaemo whips his head back, swinging the hood off of his head and throwing his long hair away from his face and now it's a familiar face standing in the middle of the ring. To help paint the picture of exactly who he is, “Chaemo” undoes the zipper of his hoody, throwing the hoody aside entirely and stripping down to black jeans and a Battle Royale t-shirt. Standing in the middle of the ring is the former Heavyweight Champion of the World, Phillip Schneider.
Phillip Schneider: Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice. You say my name three times and regardless of what I'm doing I'm going to appear and Drakz, by my calculations, Scars and Stripes you said my name for the third time. Now let's stop for a second Drakz, and let me ask you, what exactly did you intend to do with the charade you purported at Scars and Stripes? You and Trace Demon both, you're both so full of s(bleep) I'm not sure if I should smack you or pump you out like a Port-a-Potty. And I'm not sure which one of you is frankly more ridiculous. You for thinking your beck and call and saying “let's go Schneider” will make me jump through hoops for you like a trained puppy dog or Trace for believing your nonsense and going on to brag, publicly and to the press, that he has reacquired the contracts of both Drakz and Phillip Schneider, as these are the coos of his regime that prove he's doing a good job. Trace, I'm not sure if you heard the interview I did on British radio. I'm not sure if you were too busy pretending to run a wrestling company to catch it live. But I'm sure you have seen it and you know what.
Schneider pulls out his phone and dabbles for a moment.
Phillip Schneider: Now ignorance is no excuse for you. I sent you a tweet. I got on your Twitter and I sent you a link to the radio show. So now when you go on your press adventures and you're saying things to these press people, maybe, JUST MAYBE, you won't look like a complete and utter nincompoop, and you'll have a bit of an err of legitimacy to your position, because at least now you'll know not to say things about your “contracted employees” that are readily available in social media to be contradictory. Then again, you were never one not to be contradictory, were you?
Cameron Stone: SHOTS FIRED!
Phillip Schneider: Let me make this perfectly clear, in plain English standing in the middle of the ring. This isn't a press appearance, this is on one of your own television shows, so you have absolutely no excuse for ignorance, Trace. You did not bring me back to the WFWF. You and your mismanagement are the DIRECT REASON WHY I LEFT!
The crowd seems almost confused as to what is happening. Some cheer. Some boo. Some are trying to chant. But Schneider's in a zone and not focusing on any of them.
Phillip Schneider: Now Trace, and this is the last thing I've got to say about you because you're not worth the oxygen I'm expelling from my lungs to produce these words, let me be the first to formally congratulate you on your championship win at Scars and Stripes. No, don't worry, I'm not going to call you out for your little piece of tin foil because frankly, I don't give a s(bleep) about it. This is a genuine congratulations, Trace. I congratulate you on continuing the long running lineage of WFWF owners booking themselves to the top of the card and the championship belt. I really thought I had broken this phase during my record setting reign as champion but here I am, I walk away for a few months and we're right back to where we started. So Trace, know you're in good company with scum like Johnny Michaels, Reverend Shadow, and Michael Kyzer as having booked yourself to the top position when you have the pencil.
Samael Ahriman: I'm glad our censors are fast on the button to catch his swear words. But I have to assume Trace Demon is destroying a green room somewhere trying to get that microphone turned off as a whole.
Phillip Schneider: And while I'm still off topic and “naming random people”, Andrew Carter, I had no idea who you were before Scars and Stripes, and I hope I have no idea who you are in the future, but.. and listen to me when I say this because I've never been more serious about anything in my life, you watch your dirty little whore mouth and you never say another word about me again. I won't wrestle you. I will f(bleep)king kill you. Try me.
Alecia Matthews: Clearly we need to get control of this situation. He's out of control out here.
Samael Ahriman: At least this time when he hijacked our show, he didn't ACTUALLY hijack the signal like he did last time.. And he left the machete at home too. Glass half full, you know?
Phillip Schneider: Now Drakz. You wanted to promote that you were going to “expose my identity to the world”. Because the world really cares who's punching you in the face and dropping you week after week, don't they? Well come on out Drakz, tell them. Tell them “it's Schneider! That deviant Schneider's the one who's been knocking me on my ass week after week” because you know, I think you've got a real blockbuster here that's going to blow the roof off of this place.
As the last word leaves Schneider's mouth another voice echoes above it.
Drakz: Phillip, for goodness sake, please turn the obnoxious meter down, if only just a little.
Drakz walks out onto the stage which garners a pop from the audience.
Samael Ahriman: Well here he is. The man that wanted to oust Schneider himself.
Cameron Stone: It seems he wasn't quick enough on the draw!
Drakz: I thought we could do this in a polite and orderly fashion. I ask you nicely to come and wrestle me, you oblige, I win, the story continues. Instead you've seemingly taken it upon yourself to be as melodramatic as possible about the whole thing. Hiring the entire payroll of a C Grade private security company, dressing them up and, as you so elegantly put it 'knocking me on my ass' in front of the whole world.
Schneider stands listening with half a smirk on his face, and it's evident both men think they're smarter than one another.
Drakz: All of this to what end? We both know your ego won't let you back away from a challenge. I mean you just called out Andrew Carter, a man I've never even heard of. You literally can't let anything go, and it's because of this that I know you didn't come out here this week just to flaunt your social media prowess.
Phillip Schneider: Look at you, pulled the mask right off this Scooby Doo villianry. And here I was thinking that live tweet was enough to disguise my true intentions from a psychoanalyst such as yourself. You're so in my head, tell them what I'm about to say.
Drakz stares down the ramp right at Schneider. The atmosphere is electric inside the Joe Louis Arena yet neither man wants to let on to the other that they actually care enough to get serious.
Drakz: Thank you Phillip, I will. Ladies and gentlemen of Detroit, I hope you'll excuse me for the cheapness of this, but this has to be one of my favourite cities in this country.
Crowd erupts.
Alecia Matthews: Oldest trick in the book. I bet he hates Detroit.
Drakz: You've given me countless hours of musical majesty over the years and I feel it's time I gave something back. This is only small but I hope you appreciate it. This gentleman standing before me is here today to finally accept the direction we were always inevitably heading. He's here in front of you all, unmasked, unapologetic and seemingly rather hostile, but below that hard exterior, deep down somewhere, possibly already half calcified is his pride. His pride that for so long went untested and unrestricted, able to grow and grow, swelling to a magnificent size………..that is until he lost………….to a teenage girl.
Schneider huffs at the idea and waves it off as a joke.
Alecia Matthews: Hey! Is he mocking our former WFWF Heavyweight Champion? She proved she's a worthy opponent not just some teenybopper!
Drakz: I know he'll never publicly acknowledge it because he's got too much to lose to admit defeat, but I'm not here to belittle this man. I've said over the course of the last month that I'm here to settle things that never came to fruition, not make jokes and waste everyone's time. Phillip Schneider is here tonight for one reason only and that is to restore that pride and finally accept my challenge.
Samael Ahriman: Well folks it seems perhaps we may finally get to see the match we've all been waiting for!
Drakz: Now you might wonder why it's taken so long already? You might wonder why this match didn't happen at Scars & Stripes? But I know why. It's because Schneider believes, and rightly so, that Scars & Stripes was not the correct platform for such a historical event. This fact may have slipped past a lot of people but in the entire time that both Phillip and I have worked for this company we have NEVER had a singles match. In fact we've only ever been involved in one real match together, a thrown together tag team debacle years and years ago, before anyone knew what heights either of us would soar to. This has been a long time coming folks. Even when The New Epoch came to town it was David Brennan and……….that other guy, who got involved in the title picture.
Cameron Stone: He who shall not be named.
Drakz: A title picture that undoubtedly had Phillip Schneider in it, relaxing, eating an apple like a lady of leisure painted with oils. I'm sorry I digress. I'm still getting used to this "new me".
Alecia Matthews: I wonder how long he'll keep up this good guy charade?
Samael Ahriman: Who's to say he hasn't turned over a new leaf?
Cameron Stone: I SEE WHAT YOU DID THERE! Sam made a pun!
Alecia Matthews: ...It's Drakz. Need I say more?
Drakz: I suppose what I'm trying to say is that tonight, Detroit, history is made as the scene is set for a few weeks time. I've been granted permission by our new GM Lila Sleater to personally announce Drakz, the broken warrior vs Phillip Schneider, the usurped champion. 1 on 1 for the first time in their heavily paralleled careers, at the biggest event of them all. Superbrawl.
Phillip Schneider: I'm not going to waste my breath telling you which facts were right and which were wrong in that little diatribe, instead I'm simply going to say……………….I accept.
Cameron Stone: There we have it! The stage is set for what could well be called the most anticipated match in this company's history!
Phillip Schneider: Now it's up to you to get ready Drakz, and you don't have long, because right now you look like sh(bleep). You don't look ready to wrestle this Andrew Carter, let alone the longest reigning Heavyweight Champion this company has ever known. Give me and this match the respect it deserves and hit the gym because regardless of our lack of in ring confrontations, you of all people know what I'm capable of, and just because you're running this whole nice guy act doesn't mean I'll be going easy on you. This is going to be the toughest match of your life.
Schneider drops the mic and Chaemo's entrance music hits the arena PA, in what could possibly be a technical fault or just an ironic thumb to the eye of Drakz but it's shouted down.
Drakz: Hold on, hold on. Cut the music. We're not done here just because he dropped the microphone. I still have one more thing to say and I just know you're going to want to hear it Phillip.
Alecia Matthews: Wait a minute. What's this?
Drakz: First of all, kudos brother on the whole Chaemo thing. You made me look like an idiot……….twice. You picked up on a past insecurity of mine, a defect in an otherwise perfect machine, and played it to your advantage. That's what the best guys do. That's what we do. Which is why my friend I knew I had to have at least one surprise for you.
Drakz unzips his own black hoodie and flings it open to reveal what lies beneath.
Drakz: This right here is something you've wanted for as long as I can remember Phillip. This is the last piece missing from your puzzle. This right here is the National Title!
Cameron Stone: The National Title? I don't get it? Both of these two are former Heavyweight Champions.
Drakz: This is the belt that has eluded you your entire career. You'll go down in history as the longest reigning WFWF Heavyweight Champion but you'll never be a Grand Slam Champ like me. Let me explain why. This belt, albeit around my waist right now, is vacant as of this week and I, shall we say, suggested to Trace Demon that once you'd cut the nonsense and accepted my challenge we should up the ante even further by putting this piece of gold on the line. And trust me while he might not be able to book around here anymore he’s still got enough power to do accept a smart idea when he hears one. Which means I personally have the responsibility of making sure you leave this company with one thing left unchecked on your list, and you have no idea how much pleasure that grants not just me, but everyone you've ever run your mouth about.
Alecia Matthews: Pot, kettle and black spring to mind.
Drakz has certainly got Schneider's attention now, although it's evident he's still trying to play it cool.
Drakz: I know you'll pretend you don't care about it. I know you'll tell the world you're not interested in accolades anymore. But we both know that right now my having held this belt makes me……better…….than…….you.
Alecia Matthews: Things are certainly heating up here! And he's got a point. On paper Drakz would appear to be the more decorated superstar.
Drakz: So Phil. Have you got anything to say to me?
Schneider stares for a few seconds, then bends down and picks the mic back up, his face suddenly rather stern.
Phillip Schneider: Only this. I repeat, this is going to be the toughest match of your life.
Then as before he drops the mic and once again, for some reason, Chaemo's theme blasts the arena as we fade to commercial.
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Post by Rated R on Feb 13, 2014 16:32:36 GMT -5
Alecia Matthews: Well we’ve some huge moments tonight involving the tag team titles and, as we saw just now, Drakz and Phillip Schneider but the action isn’t over yet because right now we’ve got old school vs. new school.
Samael Ahriman: Yukio Blaze is one of the most experienced veterans in the company but up next he faces off against someone he has no experience with – Chase Landon.
Chase Landon vs. Yukio Blaze Old school faced off with new school and, as everyone expected, the experience of Blaze made all the difference. The moment the two first clashed Blaze had Landon’s number at every turn, forcing Chase to alter his game plan on the spot. And alter it he did, the weirdness of Landon flowing into his ring work and catching Blaze off guard with a springboard elbow that nobody expected him to pull off. From there Landon just started pulling off random, out of nowhere moves whenever Blaze started to grind him down. Blaze, stuck in his ways, found this hard to overcome and he nearly lost it more than once in the closing moments. Landon managed to block the T.U.R.K and went for the Knee Trembler only for Blaze to dodge that as well and then planted Landon with the Trail Blazer before locking in the Anaconda Cross. Landon couldn’t hold on for long, being forced to tap out and give Blaze the big victory. Victor: Yukio Blaze
Yukio is out of breath and sweating profusely as he walks over to the announcers table and picks up a bottle of water. He takes a swig and dumps the rest of it on his head. He goes to grab a headset and the announcers are warning him of a potential electrocution.
Yukio Blaze: I'm not gonna get electrocuted. I know what I'm doing. I got this. Trust me monkeys. I know what your wondering. Why is he wasting time. He will have to take another commercial at the 11:45 mark, but I just dont care. What I just did in that ring. I wanted Joey to see that. I wanted to show to Joey that I'm not over the hill or basically just milking what is left of my career. I showed him this old dog has new tricks. You know Joey, this match at Superbrawl will be fun. I'm gonna put you in your place like your daddy should have done years ago. The people love me and hate you. Hell, you cannot even beat Reverend Shadow. I defeated him at Superbrawl V in a Ladder Match. So eat that up Joey. Eat it like you will eat mt boot. You wanna be over? I know you wanna be over. That's why at Superbrawl, I will shut you up. This feud will be over. you started this and I'm gonna end it. Bring what you have Joey because it wont be enough. Oh and one little thing.
"I know you've heard it all before So I don't say it anymore I just stand by and let you Fight your secret war"
Yukio places the heasdset back on the table as the WFWF takes a commercial.
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Post by Rated R on Feb 13, 2014 16:33:16 GMT -5
Alecia Matthews: Trace Demon has already had an eventful night after clashing with Lila Sleater at the top of the show but it’s about to get busier.
Samael Ahriman: Six man tag team action is an entirely different ballgame, you need to work as part of a team.
Cameron Stone: And everyone knows Trace isn’t too good at that, but of course nobody in this match is exactly normal.
Trace Demon, Slanted & Enchanted vs. Cam Nitta, Andrew Carter & Mason Dixon When the match starts with one team arguing over who gets to start and nearly erupting into a fight you know things are going to be interesting and that’s exactly how Trace Demon, Slanted and Enchanted started. From there things only got worse as the fan favourites seemed to gel well as a team, not only holding off the World Champion and the craziest tag team in the WFWF and took them to the point of no return time and time again. Things started to break down when Trace Demon nailed Dixon with a Busaiku Knee Kick that Carter took offence to and tackled Trace to the ground. Slanted and Enchanted used the moment to sprint round the ring and yank Cam to the ground, throwing him into the barricade and putting the boots into him. In the shock moment of the match Mak Cross appeared from the crowd, leaping over the barricade and charging after the pair. Slanted and Enchanted made a quick exit through the crowd while inside the ring Trace used the distracted to nail Carter with a low blow and connecting with the Demonstration of Hell to pick up the victory for his team. Victors: Trace Demon, Slanted & Enchanted
Trace Demon rises to his feet having picked up another victory at the expense of Andrew Carter. Outside the ring Mak Cross checks on Cam Nitta while Slanted and Enchanted watch from the crowd, laughing their heads off at the damage they’ve done. Trace walks over to the ropes and throws his hand up for a microphone which is swiftly lobbed into the ring by a stagehand, Trace catching it deftly. He walks back to the centre of the ring and goes to speak… except nothing comes out, the microphone isn’t working.
Samael Ahriman: Haha, did somebody cut Trace’s microphone off before he got a chance to say anything?
Cameron Stone: It looks that way, can’t imagine Trace is too happy about it though.
Lila Sleater: Sorry Trace, that was me.
All eyes turn to the stage where general manager Lila Sleater now stands, looking down at the ring with a microphone in hand and a grin on her face. Trace drops the microphone, looking up at her in agitation.
Lila Sleater: I figured that since you cut my announcement off earlier I’d make it now and I couldn’t have you interrupting me again.
Trace shakes his head in disgust, throwing his hands up in the air and making his exit through the ropes. Trace grabs the WFWF World Heavyweight Championship from ringside and storms off round the ring, the crowd cheering all the while as he essentially walks off in a huff. He heads up the ramp, pausing as he stares down Lila at the tip of the stage. He lifts the title up in the air and points to it...
Trace Demon: This is mine…
And then points out at the arena.
Trace Demon: And this is mine. Don’t forget that!
He pushes past Lila and walks off out the back much to Lila’s amusement. She turns her attention back towards ringside and the three tag teams. Mak and Cam on the outside, Cam nursing his injuries, Slanted and Enchanted up in the crowd and finally Andrew Carter and Mason Dixon in the ring.
Lila Sleater: As I said earlier tonight the WFWF World Tag Team Championship match at Superbrawl isn’t going to be any old match. Sorry Mak, I like your idea but I’m making the decisions around here and I have something else in mind. So at Superbrawl it will indeed be Mak Cross and Cam Nitta against Slanted and Enchanted for the WFWF World Tag Team Championships… but that match will also involve Andrew Carter & Mason Dixon and my specially chosen team of Jayson Garrett and Chase Landon! Yes at Superbrawl it will be a four team match for the WFWF World Tag Team Championships… and it’ll be tables, ladders and chairs!
The crowd go absolutely crazy as the teams at ringside look at each other in both anticipation and shock.
Alecia Matthews: A monumental tag team championship match set for Superbrawl, Lila Sleater promised to kick the tag team division off with a bang and it certainly looks like it’s succeeded.
Samael Ahriman: Personally I can’t wait for that match, it’s got all the potential to steal the show and that’s on an already packed card.
Cameron Stone: Lila Sleater continues to impress the fans but I’ll guarantee you one thing, Trace isn’t going to take too kindly to being shown up.
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Post by Rated R on Feb 13, 2014 16:34:36 GMT -5
Samael Ahriman: And now, we have our main event of the evening.
Cameron Stone: These two are hardly new foes to one another, having gone so far as fighting at SuperBrawl VII in an I Quit match for Thunders WFWF International Championship.
Samael Ahriman: But that match was for so much more than the title, Cam. Pride was on the line. Thunder felt betrayed, and rightfully so.
Cameron Stone: Thunder betrayed Malakai first. Thunder had turned his back on the entire WFWF, and Malakai took it into his hands to carry out his plan.
Alecia Matthews: Ok, spinmasters. Realize that the entire fight between Malakai and Thunder going into last SuperBrawl was instigated, and continuously fueled by Yukio Blaze, who had been trying to bury Thunder for years and get Malakai, a product of his creation, into the full spotlight at the same time.
”Horseshoes and Hand Grenades” by Green Day resonates throughout the arena. Rising to their feet, the fans start firing boos at their once beloved hero.
Christa Adina: The following match is scheduled for one fall, and it is the MAIN EVENT! First, making his way to the ring, from Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, he is Thunder!
From behind the curtain comes the former leader of The Axis, in full pre-match regalia. He cocks his eyebrow out to the fans, as just the sound of his name insited such a violent reaction from the people who once cheered him on.
Cameron Stone: I MAY be deaf after this.
Samael Ahriman: This may be the loudest chorus of boos I have ever heard.
Alecia Matthews: Well, when you betray your best friend, you know…arguably the most liked superstar in WFWF history, up there with the likes of Yukio Blaze and ZMaster…again…and almost cost him a shot at the championship, you are going to have a few people pissy with you.
Samael Ahriman: Well of course, Demons shoot on just about everyone, stating he feels that Thunder is the only deserving man in their WFWF Championship match at SuperBrawl…
Cameron Stone: Tack on the fact that he had the opportunity to KILL Demon to end last week and gain major brownie points with EVERYONE, but instead he just had a staredown. Anticlimactic.
Thunder slowly walks towards the ring, not once taking his eyes off of the fans. Approaching the stairs into the ring, he finally breaks his stare and gazes at the SuperBrawl VII logo hanging in the distance from the ring. He smiles, ascending the stairs and going through the second rope. The fans are still letting him hear it.
Cameron Stone: Jesus. I am just waiting for the trash to show up.
Thunder gives a VERY cold look to the spectators as he removes his almost cloak like robe, handing it down to the time keeper. He then backs into the corner, bouncing off of the turnbuckle a couple of times, checking his pads.
Samael Ahriman: You ready for this?
Cameron Stone: What?
”Slip Out” by Beck echoes throughout the entire arena, flooding the ears of the fans. However, to most it is barely audible by the screams and cheers from those same people.
Cameron Stone: Jesus H.
Christa Adina: And his opponent, from Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, he is Shawn Malakai!
Coming from behind the curtain, Malakai BLASTS out, approaching center stage, the worlds biggest grin upon his face. He falls to his knees, his hands folded in front of him in prayer. A plethora of pyro is shooting off behind him, while a fountain of gold rains down in the middle of it.
Samael Ahriman: A rare pyro display from the WFWF. A gaudier entrance than I have ever seen from Shawn Malakai.
Alecia Matthews: Well he did say he was going to be going all out for this match. He was not kidding.
The pyrotechnics display comes to an end, Malakai rising to his feet, still with hands clasped and head down. Once the bridge hits on “Slip Out” he looks up and into the ring, giving Thunder a stare that could literally kill, a sense of ferociousness in his face that has never been seen before.
Malakai rips off his shirt as he descends the ramp en route to the ring, tossing it out to a fan in the audience. Malakai reached the ring, still on the floor but in the center of the apron. His eyes never leaving Thunder, he hops up onto the apron in one bound, grabbing the top rope and the turnbuckles exploding with pyro. Thunder, not expecting this, vaults forward, turning around and gawking at the turnbuckle and then back at Malakai, who has now entered the ring, a grin on his face as he leans in his corner.
Cameron Stone: I will tell you what. Guy sure knows how to make an entrance.
Samael Ahriman: Who knew he had it in him?
The referee calls both men to the center of the ring, and they oblige. He starts explaining the rules to the competitors, again, both comply. Upon finishing reading them the act, he calls for the bell.
DING DING DING!
Malakai and Thunder stand, center of the ring, toe to toe, neither taking their eyes off of the eyes of the other. Malakai tries to start a tie up, Thunder follows suit, but as they clench hands, they immediately break and back away. Circling around the center of the ring they do, and then once again, a tie up is called for, but this time by Thunder. Malakai reaches his arm out slowly, Thunder clenching the hand. Both men raise their other arms to tie up….and they do! Malakai begins to use his leverage advantage, simply putting his weight into his elbows and pushing the much shorter Thunder down, but before Thunder can hit his knees, the former WFWF Champion hits a gut kick to Malakai. The big man hunches over, Thunder drops to his back and hits a HUGE uppercut, Malakai falling backwards with a thud! The crowd marks for a moment. Thunder gets to his feet and throws up an Irish gang sign in symbol of who he just mimicked, the fans not quite loving that so much.
Samael Ahriman: Thunder, shades of his former spamW Tag Team Championship partner right there. ‘Twas a finishing maneuver for him, is it enough for Thunder?
Thunder covers.
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Malakai powers out at two, a hand on Thunders gut and another on his chest, literally bench pressing Thunder off of him and back above his head. Thunder hits the mat with a thud, but he looks over to Malakai who has sat up, the fans chanting his name loudly. Thunder rises to his feet and runs the ropes facing Malakai and tries a shining wizard, but Malakai lays back, Thunder missing and crashing on his back right above the head of Malakai. Shawn grabs a flailing arm and uses all of his strength to pull Thunder on top of him, opposite, back to belly. The referee counts the accidental pin.
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Malakai gets his shoulder up and, not only that…
Samael Ahriman: HOLY SH*T. MALAKAI IS BRIDGING!
Malakai and Thunder bridge, Malakai grabbing ahold of Thunders waist for dear life.
Alecia Matthews: Where in the F*CK did Malakai learn how to bridge?!
Malakai uses his new found skill and turns the entire bridge around, both men now on their feet, Thunder bent over and Malakai having a front hold over the Hall of Famers waist. Malakai pulls up from Thunders hips and lifts him all of the way up, passed his head, onto his back. He unclenches the waist and holds Thunders arms out wide.
Cameron Stone: HANGMANS HORROR COMIN’.
Samael Ahriman: Malakai going old school here! This could be it early on!
Malakai lets out a yell and lifts Thunder off of his back and forward. However, in the air, Thunder with the reversal! He flips forward and lands on his feet, facing the big man. Thunder throws a clothesline at an unsuspecting Malakai, only for the giant to evade right under the clothesline at the last minute. In doing so, Malakai grabs ahold of Thunders wrist so the former champ is pulled backwards with a ton of momentum. The King goes for a short armed clothesline of his own, but Thunder grabs the elbow and sneaks behind Malakai! Still holding the arm, Thunder hooks Malakais neck for a neckbreaker, but the big man yet again counters, this time both men have each other ready for a front suplex. Malakai tries to hoist Thunder up, but the former champ hooks his leg behind Malakais. Thunder then tries to suplex Malakai, but Malakai reciprocates with a block of his own. Malakai reaches lower and hooks Thunders leg, getting him up for a muscle buster. Thunder is using his free leg to kick the air and get a swing momentum on his side…and he DOES! Thunder has enough momentum that he kicks himself out of the muscle buster and goes down Malakais back, his legs hooking underneath The Kings arms, all of the momentum knocking Malakai off of his feet and Thunder hitting an epic Sunset Flip!
Cameron Stone: WOW!
Thunder stays in the cover.
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Malakai kicks out at two! Thunder, on his knees, nods.
Alecia Matthews: Thunder seems too calm.
Samael Ahriman: He had to know that would not be enough to put Malakai away.
Thunder seats Malakai up, hooking his arm and putting him in a seated half nelson. Craning his neck towards the ref, he gets the signal to go to Malakai and ask him if he wants to quit. Malakai, ever resilient says no. Already worn down, Malakai struggles to break free from the hold. The giant flails his legs, kicking at the mat, hoping one of these jolts will cause Thunder to release. Unable to get the break…
Cameron Stone: Malakai rolling! He is going to try to stand!
Malakai gets onto his hand and knees, Thunders other knee being the last bit of support. Shawn kicks the mat a few times, bows his legs and pushes himself to his feet, Thunder hanging onto his back for dear life! Thunder now tries to let go, but Malakai reaches behind with his free hand and holds the entirety of the back of Thunders head to his shoulder, Thunder unable to break away. Thunder starts shouting no as Malakai keeps hold. Malakai charges the corner, turning around last minute, driving Thunder spine first into the turnbuckle. Thunder INSTANTLY lets go and falls into said corner. Using this momentum, Malakai gains some speed, bouncing off of the opposite ropes and throws his shoulder into the gut of Thunder. And again. And again. And again. Thunder starts to fall forward, out on his feet as Malakai runs the ropes and throws a hard knock kind of clothesline to Thunder, both men flipping up and over the ropes, their bodies in front of the announce table.
Alecia Matthews: This is getting bad.
Malakai is the first to his feet, picking Thunder up and raising his knee into the former champions gut, Thunder only not taking the full force out of instinct to block. Malakai wraps his hand around the back of the neck of Thunder, pulling him to the announce table and popping his head right into the middle of the table. Stone pulls something close to him as papers go flying.
Cameron Stone: I swear to God Shawn if you ruin my bowl of poutine I am going to end you.
Malakai bashes Thunders head off of the table again and again, the fans counting in unison with the hits. Turning his attention away from the table, Malakai starts dragging his rag doll towards the steel steps. The giants hand still around Thunders neck, he drives the Grand Slam Champions head down but he blocks! Thunder throws an elbow into Malakais gut and grabs his arm, swinging him towards the steps but Malakai uses his long legs to stop the run with his boot. Malakai grabs ahold of Thunders other arm and lifts him up bear hug style, then dropping to his knees, driving Thunder tailbone first into the solid steel steps.
Samael Ahriman: That may be the most unique Atomic Drop I have ever seen.
The crowd is on their feet, probably because their asses hurt just seeing that. Malakai backs away, pumping his arms up and down in the air, the volume of the crowd growing to astronomical levels. Thunder, seated on the steps is slumped. Malakai grabs onto the opposite turnbuckle and stretches, then smirking. The big man makes a b-line for Thunder. He raises his boot!
Alecia Matthews: 19:15 coming! This one is over!
Just as Malakai arrives at Thunder, the former WFWF Champion lays back on the steps, Matric style, his head hanging off of the other end, Malakai missing with the boot. At the same time, Thunder uses some strength to slide between Malakais legs in an instant, mule kicking the back of Malakais left knee, Shawn falling awkwardly into the steps. Thunder grabs Malakais right arm, twists underneath and slams it off of the turnbuckle. Thunder, continuing his assault, takes that right hand, the one Malakai lit on fire and never fully healed almost two years ago at SuperBrawl in their I Quit match and stomps it into the ledge of one of the steps. Malakai lets out some kind of noise that just cannot be described.
Alecia Matthews: I think I am going to be sick.
Malakai is in the little nook between the ring apron and the steps, banging the back of his head repeatedly off of the steel steps, screaming.
Alecia Matthews: The hell is he doing that for?!
Cameron Stone: He is doing a Pain split.
Samael Ahriman: Yep. Making another part of his body hurt as much as he can to take away from what has to be some of the most agonizing pain of his life in his hand right now.
Alecia Matthews: That sounds sadistic.
Cameron Stone: Shawn Malakai, King of the Masochists.
Samael Ahriman: He got that nickname for a reason.
Thunder stares at Malakai, then up into the sea of fans who are either booing or showing true fear for Malakai in their eyes. Thunder throws his arms out to the side, mocking Malakai, following up with raising his face to the air, drinking in the reaction.
The former WFWF Champion rolls into the ring and back out to break the count, then driving his boot repeatedly into the chest and gut of Malakai, who is trapped in the corner. Thunder backs away to the other barrier and takes a page from Malakais book, raising his knee, but unlike the big man he connects, driving his knee into the head of Malakai, which hits off of the steel steps. Mocking Malakai again, Thunder climbs the steps, kneeling right above Malakais head and opening his arms wide.
Alecia Matthews: I…I have never seen…
Samael Ahriman: I have NEVER seen this side of Thunder.
Thunder enters the ring while he is on the apron and tells the ref to start counting.
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Samael Ahriman: He is not getting up from this.
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Thunder is staring out into the crowd once more, a smug grin on his face.
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Alecia Matthews: No way Malakai answers the bell.
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Cameron Stone: Well lookie here.
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Malakai rolls into the ring.
Samael Ahriman: YES!
Thunder stares at Malakai, blank. He seems to mouth something at the giant, then he bounces off of the ropes towards the corner that Malakai has gotten himself into. Leaving his feet, Thunder tries a splash on Malakai but he misses! Malakai moves and Thunder cracks off of the corner! As Thunder bounces back off, trying to compose himself, Malakai has taken off to the opposite ropes and back towards Thunder, raising his boot, cracking Thunder with a MASSIVE 19:15! The fans are on their feet, loud as ever.
Cameron Stone: THIS PLACE IS COMING UNGLUED!
Both men are on the ground. The crowd in a fervor, chanting MALAKAI over and over.
Who is a giant to disappoint his fans?
Malakai sits up, staring at the downed Thunder. Malakai covers, the fans louder than the ref.
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Thunder kicks out! Malakai cocks his head and gawks at the referee, who puts up the ‘almost’ sign. Shawn rolls his eyes, dragging Thunder to the center of the ring…WHO WRAPS HIM UP!
Samael Ahriman: Thunder playing possum! Small Package!
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Malakai POWERS out at two. The two time International Champion and Thunder are now both on their knees, throwing shot after shot, each man getting to his feet at the same time but using the other for leverage. Thunder shoves Malakai, as Malakai comes back Thunder makes an attempt at a spinning heel kick, missing terribly as Malakai ducks. Thunder turns around and takes a back body drop over the top rope!
Alecia Matthews: BOOM! HUGE!
Samael Ahriman: …get out of the way.
Alecia Matthews: …What?
Cameron Stone: GET OUT OF THE WAY.
Thunder is to his feet on the outside. Groggy, trying to get his wits about him, he finally is able to focus on the ring at the last possible moment, just enough to protect himself from Malakai, throwing himself up and over the top rope with a Tope Con Giro, Thunder sent flying backwards over the announce table and into the commentators seats. Malakai, on his feet, kicks the bottom of the announce table, smirking. Malakai goes to the back of the announce table, shoving the chairs out of the way. The big man pulls Thunder to his feet and looks ready to put him through the table, but Thunder delivers a SHOT to Malakais jaw, sending the big man reeling backwards. Thunder takes advantage and pulls himself up onto the table, off, and onto the apron. Thunder takes a charge at Malakai, leaping off with his knees again, but Malakai catches him again! Malakai uses his one good arm and keeps Thunder pressed tight to his body, Malakai raising the injured arm for a wave to the fans. Thunder, still bearhugged to his upper body, is trying to break loose but no luck. Malakai turns to the barricade and busts through, using Thunders back as a battering ram.
Malakai is on top of Thunder, blasting him in the face over and over with shots from his good arm. Shawn goes to his feet and approaches a fan and asks them a question. The fans eyes grow HUGE as they hand over a giant glug cup to Malakai, who thanks the fan. Going to Thunder, he pulls the hall of famer up but Thunder hits a wild shot to Shawns arm. Thunder takes the drink from Malakais hands, opens the lid and tosses it in Malakais eyes, the soda causing the big mans eyes to burn.
At this point the commentators have returned to their seats.
Cameron Stone: Well, at least it was not my poutine.
Samael Ahriman: So much carnage for just one match…
Thunder gets Malakai in a front face lock, pulling him towards the ring. Struggling immensely, Thunder finally gets him onto the apron and manages to push the big guy under the bottom rope and into the ring. Thunder waits on the apron, impatient for Malakai to get to his feet, pulling down on the top rope, stomping his feet, trying to will Malakai awake for what may be the final blow.
Malakai shakes the cobwebs off, getting to his feet, holding his arm in pain. Thunder…
Cameron Stone: Thunder is not a high risk guy. This could go horribly awry or end the match in his favor.
Alecia Matthews: Thunder Droppin’ The Dime!
Thunder goes off of the middle of the top rope, getting some ungodly air underneath him…giving Malakai enough time to jump up in the air and DEMOLISH Thunder with another 19:15. The fans have given up civility, hitting and shaking one another, incensed. Malakai falls on top of Thunder for the cover.
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The ref calls for the bell.
DING DING DING!
Samael Ahriman: F*CK YEAH.
Cameron Stone: Some mad lightning striking down Thunder right there.
Alecia Matthews: Jesus what a match.
Christa Adina: Here is your winner…SHAWN MALAKAI!
”Slip Out” by Beck resonates throughout the arena as the ref helps the victor to his feet, raising his good arm in victory. Malakai uses his bad arm to point out to the fans, and then to Samael at the commentary table.
Alecia Matthews: Hard fought victory. You have to wonder if this was what Trace wanted to see th…Sam what the hell are you doing?
Samael has bounded the table in one leap. He walks over to Christa and tells her to get up. Obliging, she does and Samael folds up her steel chair, walking towards the ring and tossing it in the ring at Malakais feet, who bends over to pick up the weapon.
Cameron Stone: HAHA! I LOVE IT!
Alecia Matthews: What the hell is going on?!
Cameron Stone: Malakai getting’ him some REVENGE!
Alecia Matthews: For what?!
Cameron Stone: Remember a couple of weeks ago when he teamed with Bennett?
Alecia Matthews: Oh. OH. OH SH*T.
Cameron Stone: YEAH. THAT IS THE SPIRIT.
Malakai stands over Thunder, waiting for him to get up. Chair raised high, Thunder gets to his feet and Malakai swings down but before it can hit Thunder, the former WFWF Champion hits a side body Pele kick, catching Malakai in the hand. The sound Malakai made earlier has NOTHING on this one. Thunder rolls out of the ring. He starts walking towards the barricade when he hears a ROAR from the audience. Malakai is up on his feet, the chair in his hand, and he is almost out of the ring.
Alecia Matthews: THE F*CK?!
Thunder has the same feels in his looks. Thunder tries to make a run for the steps, Malakai in hot pursuit with the chair in hand.
Samael Ahriman: Someone goin’ DIE tonight.
Alecia Matthews: HOW CAN YOU SUPPORT THIS?!
Samael Ahriman: Because it is AWESOME! And deserved.
Thunder tries to make his way quickly up the steps, but the fans are kind of in his way through a lot of it, preventing him from getting anywhere quick. He keeps looking over his shoulder over and over, Malakai growing ever closer. Thunder, in a fit of desperation, takes out a security guard with a hard blow, tossing him back towards Malakai, who stops the man from falling and sits him down. Malakai asks him if he is ok, and when the man confirms, Malakai looks up again and sees Thunder has made some headway. Well…Thunder was not counting on what happens next. The fans part up top like the Red Sea, allowing Malakai to stomp and clob his way towards Thunder, who is still trying to shove his way through the fans. Thunder changes direction, making his way to the set of steps nearest him.
Accelerating, Malakai starts to get awfully close to Thunder as he makes it to the bottom of the steps with little issue, clearing the barricade in one jump. Malakai, right on his tail, pulls himself over at an astronomical speed. Thunder gets to the ramp, halfway pulling himself up when WACK. The chair Malakai had been carrying is chucked at Thunder, hitting him right in the back. Thunder falls back, Malakai catching him and ramming his shoulder into Thunders gut, Thunders back hitting the solid steel of the side of the ramp. Malakai hoists Thunder onto the ramp and gets himself up but is met with a punch to the head from Thunder. The Hall of Famer puts Malakai in a headlock and drags the behemoth towards the corner of the stage.
Alecia Matthews: Ruh roh.
Malakai breaks free from the clutches of his former friend, clubbing Thunder with his one good arm. Thunder throws a duke. Then Malakai. Thunder. Malakai. THUNDER! MALAKAI!
Cameron Stone: WE GOT US A SHOWDOWN!
Thunder throws a kick to Malakais gut and gets the big man up on his shoulders!
Alecia Matthews: Thunder would NEVER do the Thunder and Lightning from THAT height…would he?!
Thunder preps to toss Malakai off of the stage, but Malakai goes into rapid fire mode, hitting Thunder in the head over and over with an elbow. Malakai drops himself behind Thunder, spins him around, kicks the former WFWF Champion in the gut, hoists him up and POWERBOMBS THUNDER OFF OF THE STAGE! The fans chant HOLY SH*T as Malakai stands at the ledge, smiling at his handiwork. Malakai then stares out to the fans, raising his arms out to the side in the Hangmans Horror pose, but then pointing up! Malakai takes a jump to the side and grabs ahold of the stage set holder. With just one usable hand, Malakai slowly makes his way up rung by rung, never once looking down.
Cameron Stones: Someone has some EVIL intentions.
Samael Ahriman: Yep.
Cameron Stone: Someone has played too much Assassins Creed in their lifetime.
Malakai continues to ascend the stage part, finally reaching what he seems to consider a reasonable height.
Alecia Matthews: How in the HELL is he doing this?! Is this man on steroids or something?
Cameron Stone: ROID RAGE! HIDE THE ELLIPTICAL MACHINES!
Malakai uses his good arm to hang off of the stage part, one arm and leg hanging off of the part and floating VERY high above the ground. Malakai takes in the chants from the fans, he then looks down at Thunder, smiling. Malakai shoots the Love handsign to the fans and tosses himself off of the stage part! Descending to the floor, instead of turning his body for Freefall, Malakai goes full on splash mode, connecting dead onto to Thunder.
Crowd: HOLY SH*T! HOLY SH*T!
Cameron Stone: WOW.
Samael Ahriman: Shades of old times passed, eerily similar to what Malakai did to ZMaster a few years ago.
Alecia Matthews: You mean he did this BEFORE?!
Samael Ahriman: Well, you WERE on commentary for it…you should remember it.
Alecia Matthews: I have worked for this company for too long. Whenever Phillip Schneider was still in the company regularly I tended to block out anything that happened for the entire show for my own sanity.
Cameron Stone: And remember what happened after that?
Samael Ahriman: Malakai entered a monstrous cage.
Cameron Stone: And?
Samael Ahriman: Came out victorious.
Cameron Stone: And?
Samael Ahriman: Came away with a championship that same night.
Alecia Matthews: Think lightning can strike twice?
Samael Ahriman: Well, Malakai sure left Thunder struck.
Ba dum tis.
Alecia Matthews: Just…wow.
Samael Ahriman: This just got a hell of a lot more interesting.
Cameron Stone: But for now, we bid you all good night from the WFWF. **speaking somewhat quiet, thinking he is off mic** Someone should go and clean them up.
As medics start tending to Malakai and Thunder, we fade to black.
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Post by Rated R on Feb 13, 2014 16:37:33 GMT -5
As always thanks to Shawn, Drakz, Schneider, Devilkiller, Proggy, myself (because I can) and anybody I might have forgotten, it's very likely, for contributing to the show. Turned out quite well I think and Superbrawl is setting up to be quite an interesting card.
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Post by bad guy™ on Feb 13, 2014 16:55:34 GMT -5
I am LOVING the SB card. ing awesome.
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Post by Prophet of Ash on Feb 13, 2014 17:05:18 GMT -5
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WFWF. Go see about it.
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Post by Devilkiller on Feb 13, 2014 17:54:28 GMT -5
Awesome card that's forming guys, looks nice
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Post by Deleted on Feb 13, 2014 18:25:10 GMT -5
In regards to the main event, I'm guessing the dogs were enclosed near the pool? And yeah! Schneider is back!
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Post by Dex on Feb 13, 2014 18:54:54 GMT -5
crap just got real, Schneider vs Drakz.
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Post by Prophet of Ash on Feb 13, 2014 19:18:04 GMT -5
crap just got real, Schneider vs Drakz.
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Post by sonstuds on Feb 13, 2014 23:43:55 GMT -5
I see you just put anyone in the HOF these days ...
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Post by Deleted on Feb 14, 2014 5:01:32 GMT -5
Who the f*ck are you?
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Post by CM Poor on Feb 14, 2014 21:28:57 GMT -5
Jesus Christ, changing my pic base to Statham pretty much wrote the book on bad decisions. Who's the graphics guru out there? Slap Russel Crowe's character from Romper Stomper on that thing, stat.
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Post by Kyzer on Feb 15, 2014 4:49:49 GMT -5
Well The New Epoch going into the Hall of Fame is a surprise. I always took drugs and bear mace as our claims to fame. And EBR. Titans suck.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 15, 2014 8:30:32 GMT -5
Jesus Christ, changing my pic base to Statham pretty much wrote the book on bad decisions. Who's the graphics guru out there? Slap Russel Crowe's character from Romper Stomper on that thing, stat. Yeah my pic base is the right guy but from the wrong film so he doesn't have his awesome mustache
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