WFWF presents Battle at the Garden - The Results

~~~~Earlier Today~~~~~~

The cameras cut to what looks to be home video of sorts. It is a makeshift office. The video is coming from a camera on a tripod set up in one corner. The main focus is a table that has an awesome desk chair behind it with the greatest midget alive, in the greatest midget suit ever, sitting in it. Next to him stands The Dragon Tugarin Zmey. Across from the table are a couple of milk crates stacked up. DMK appears to be looking over some papers that are scattered across the table. You want better description, you can eat a dick. Ryan Brockie enters the corner of the frame and immediately stops dead in his tracks.

Ryan Brockie: What is this? Milk crates and where am I going to sit? This doesn’t look professional at all.

DMK: Well after I found this sweet chair, I decided I wanted to take this in a different route. I want to look like a dictator and these people are interviewing for their lives. I have a power boner right now.
You can stand on the other side of me and I will have an even more imposing look. It will help distract from people that I am a midget. Oh and I forgot about this.

DMK pulls out a handgun and casually places it on the table.

DMK: Now I have the perfect image working for me. I am going to look so badass when I watch this later.

Ryan doesn’t know what to say. After standing there dumbfounded for a moment, he finally finds some words.

Ryan: I have the first person who applied ready.

DMK: Send in the peasant.

Ryan turns and disappears for a moment before returning with a rather non-descript man in his late 30’s or maybe early 40’s. Nothing about this man sticks out at all except his shirt. It is worn and is missing a few letters. With what is left, it reads “SHN O RLY”. The man is confused as he looks at the stack of milk crates. Ryan takes his place beside DMK while letting out a loud sigh.

SHN O RLY: Is this where I am supposed to sit?

DMK: Is there something wrong with your chair?

He shrugs and sits on the crates, checking to make sure he break them or fall over. DMK doesn’t even let him get settled before he starts with the questions.

DMK: So tell me why you think you have what it takes to roll me and the big mother f~cker over here?

SHN O RLY: You don’t want to know my name, history or anything?

DMK: You are already losing points for not answering the question. It is rude to answer a question with a question. Is that the type of person you are? Because that type of person is an asshat. Are you an asshat?

SHN O RLY: …No, I am not an asshat.

DMK: Good. Then answer the goddamn question.

SHN O RLY: Well I have wrestled in 87 different promotions. I actually wrestled in the WFWF already before so I am pretty familiar with big time.

DMK: You do anything special in the WFWF when you were here?

SHN O RLY: Well no not really. I was held down by the suits. They didn’t like me so I was screwed a lot.

DMK: Well that doesn’t make you sound badass. That just makes you sound like a b~tch.

SHN O RLY: Well it is true. They didn’t like my first gimmick, an angry anti-American Canadian. So I changed my name and gimmick to an angry anti-American Australian. That only made them hate me more so I evolved into a computer wrestling smark.

DMK: I don’t know what half of those words mean. But I am going to go ahead and end this now. You are a tool. You were probably a tool back then. NEXT!!!! Get this peasant out of my sight!!!

SHN O RLY stands up looking dejected and non-descript. Ryan shakes his head as he ushers the man out.

DMK: Well that was a terrible start to this.

Ryan returns.

DMK: Where did you find that guy?

Ryan: You did. You put an ad on Craigslist.

DMK: Since when do you find meatsacks like that on Craigslist? It is usually legitimate people.

Ryan says nothing. He simply leaves and returns with the next person. The man doesn’t even make it all the way into the frame before DMK is going ballistic.

DMK: F~ck that sh~t! I am going to f~cking kill you, you ****! Get over here you b~tch, Dane!

Ryan immediately grabs DMK trying to keep the little man from leaping over the table. Dane Cook comes fully into the shot now.

Dane Cook: F~ck you Donnie! You owe me money, f~cknut!

DMK: I don’t owe you sh~t after you had that butt plug sign. But now you will get an ass kicking from a midget.

DMK breaks free of Ryan. He climbs on the table and leaps off into Dane who falls into the camera. It topples over and it goes to dark.

Alecia Matthews: Tonight is shaping up to be one for the ages, and the hits keep on coming as we gear up for the first of our three championship matches.

Samael Ahriman: Right you are Alecia. The National Title has been vacant since Reborn, when Drakz vacated the championship after his classic match with Phillip Schneider at SuperBrawl, and as a result, we have been treated to an exciting and competitive tournament to crown a new champion. Cam?

Cameron Stone: Absolutely guys. Here in the WFWF, take every bit of conventional wisdom about a tournament format and turn it right on it's ear, because that is exactly what's happened here. Our competitors have got here tonight through different avenues. Try and keep up as Alecia explains.

Alecia Matthews: Thanks Cam. Eight people started this tournament, and three remain to battle it out for the title. Three people you ask? We start with Justin Tyger, who got here tonight with the most conventional route, defeating Pepe Le Plucha and long time rival Johnny Magnum to reach the title match. Nikki Dean got to the title by defeating Shapiro in the opening round, and receiving a bye into the finals after Phillip Schneider's actions against Josh Dean in what was supposed to be the fourth opening round match, forcing General Manager Lila Sleater to make a decision. Because of that, Shapiro got a second chance and made the most of that opportunity, pinning Axel Thornstowe in a four way second chance match that also included ACM and Ron Mexico. Three people, three paths, one championship to be decided tonight!

Cameron Stone: As a former National Champion, I can tell you that someone's career will be changed forever.

Alecia Matthews: Let's send it up to Christa Adina to get us started!

Cue cameras to the ring, where Christa Adina is standing with mic in hand.



"Too Hot" by Loverboy begins to blare throughout the arena. As the song hits tempo, "Soulfire" Justin Tyger bounces out from behind the curtain, spinning in a circle as he throws up the Longhorns sign. He makes his way down the the ring, slapping hands that are extended his way. He jumps up on the apron, wiping off his feet before spinning into the ring. He bounces back and forth between the ropes before stopping and falling on one knee, holding up both hands in the Victory sign and smiling before jumping to his feet and heading to his corner.

Christa Adina: The following contest is a triple threat match set for one fall, and it is for the vacant WFWF National Championship! Making his way to the ring, from Lebanon, Tennessee, weighing in at 243 pounds.
He is "Soulfire" Justiiiiiin Tyyyyyyger!

20 seconds after My Time by Soil kicks in Shapiro emerges through the curtain with his trademark black shirt which reads "The Hope Dealer" in white letters. He stops on the stage bouncing from left to right switching feet to get loose. As he starts down the ramp he gladly gives high fives to kids and all who will receive them. He slides under the bottom rope and as he walks across the ring he looks out at the crowd with amazement. Shapiro steps on the 2nd turnbuckle, looks out at the crowd as he raises both hands high into the air.

Christa Adina: And his opponents, first from Odessa, Texas, weighing in at 200 pounds. He is the "Hope Dealer" Shaaapirooo!

Roar by Katy Perry hits as Nikki makes her way onto the stage. She walks down the ramp slapping hands with the fans on each side at a high energy pace. She climbs the stairs and heads toward the turnbuckle. Climbing the buckle, she throws both hands up with her index fingers up in the number one, before flipping into the ring with an aerial, landing on her feet and throwing her right hand up with the number one.

Christa Adina: And their opponent, from Atlanta, Georgia, weighing in at 135 pounds. She is the "Bad Teacher" Nikkiiiiiii Deeeeeeaaaan!

DING DING!

Alecia Matthews: And here we go, National Title is on the line!

The three competitors size each other up before Nikki bullrushes Tyger in the corner and lands a couple of hard kicks to the body. Shapiro makes his way into the action, joining in with alternating hooks to the body and head. Nikki steps in front of Shapiro and rocks Tyger's head back with some short elbows. Shapiro shoves Nikki off and goes back to work on the body. Nikki pushes Shapiro away and lights Tyger's chest up woth a brutal knife edge chop. Tyger stumbles out of the corner and Shapiro decks him with a big right hand along the ropes. Shapiro whips Tyger into the ropes and Tyger puts on the breaks, sliding out of ring, leaving Nikki and Shapiro in the ring. Nikki nods at Shapiro and both competitors slide out of the ring, looking to catch Tyger in the middle. The plan works as Tyger tries to escape and is cut off by Shapiro, allowing Nikki to come up from behind and deck Tyger upon turning around with discuss lariat! Nikki and Shapiro grab Tyger from a side and toss him the ring. Nikki climbs onto the apron and looks to slingshot in, but Shapiro pulls her down by the foot, causing her to smack her face on the apron. Shapiro takes advantage and slides into the ring and looks for a pin fall,


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Kick out by Tyger.

Tyger sits up and Shapiro lands a brutal crossface forearm to the bridge of the face, before locking up a side headlock to pull Tyger to his feet. Tyger pushes Shapiro of into the ropes and Shapiro knocks him down with a shoulder tackle. Shapiro hits the ropes and keeps momentum as he hits a running knee lift. He rebounds off the opposite ropes. Tyger, while stunned, still attempts to take Shapiro over with a hip toss. Its blocked by Shapiro, who follows up with a clothesline. Nikki has gained her feet on the outside and as Tyger gets up, she springboards to the top rope and nails both guys with huge front missile dropkick! Shapiro sprawls toward the ropes and Nikki looks for the pin,


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Kick out by Tyger!

Alecia Matthews: We're starting to see the dynamic being played out here. Alliances formed albeit briefly and several different attempts to get the leg up.

Samael Ahriman: This is why it is key to keep your head on a swivel.

Cameron Stone: We can see that the concentration has been to eliminate Justin Tyger from the equation early due to his overall experience edge.

Nikki pulls Tyger to his feet and cracks him the jaw with a forearm strike before backing up to the ropes. As she comes off the ropes, Tyger elevates her and Nikki adjusts in mid air to snap off a hurricanrana on Shapiro. Shapiro sprawls under the bottom rope. On the inside, Nikki looks for a kick on Tyger, who catches it. Nikki hops around, looking for an enziguri. Tyger ducks the attempt but Nikki scores with reverse heel kick on the follow that sends Tyger crashing head first into Shapiro. Shapiro flies off the apron and smacks chest first on the retaining barrier! Tyger stumbles around and Nikki hits him with a standing dropkick to the back that sends Tyger into the corner. Nikki backs up into the opposite corner, before charging in. She handsprings and connects with a brutal looking back elbow to the temple! Tyger is stunned and Nikki wraps him up, turning him around and dropping him face first into the corner with a reverse STO. Moving out to the apron, she slingshots over the top ropes, hitting a Hilo on Tyger! Pin cover,


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Kick out by Tyger!

Shapiro starts to make his way back to the apron as Tyger catches Nikki with a forearm to the gut to break up the rally. Shapiro gets caught as he steps through the ropes by Tyger. Shapiro steps in and goes to work on the body with heavy hooks, but Tyger catches him with a knee to the body to stop the flurry, before locking him up and tossing him overhead with an Exploder Suplex! Nikki comes over and Tyger locks her up and tosses her overhead with a second Exploder Suplex!. Tyger turns his attention to Shapiro and kicks him in the gut. Double undertook and Tyger lifts him, then powers him down with a Tiger Driver. Pin attempt,


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Kick out by Shapiro!

Tyger bends down to pull Shapiro to his feet and Nikki has joined the fray once again, this time land a flush Switchblade
style roundhouse kick to the back of Tyger's head, releasing Shapiro from Tyger's grasp. Tyger goes to a knee and when rises, Nikki is there to jack his jaw with a calf kick. Shapiro makes it to his feet and catches Nikki with a brutal body shot. Shapiro whips Nikki into the ropes, and on the rebound attempts a high back elbow. Nikki ducks and takes Tyger down with a headscissors. Tyger flies to the outside and Shapiro runs off the ropes. Nikki sidesteps his charge, but Shapiro uses the momentum to dive through the ropes, connecting with a suicide dive onto Tyger. Nikki sees her opportunity and hits the ropes full speed. She charges towards her two foes and vaults over the top rope, hitting both men with a spaceman corkscrew plancha! F*CK YEAH!

Crowd: This is awesome! This is awesome!

Alecia Matthews: And Nikki Dean scores with an amazing dive!

Samael Ahriman: That is the kind of high paced action that made me excited when this match was made!

Cameron Stone: The Bad Teacher giving these guys a lesson on defying the laws of physics!

Nikki continues the attack, grabbing Tyger and rolling him into the ring. She goes to the apron, measuring Tyger. As he gets to his feet, Nikki s pringboards to the top ropes and flies off, smashing into Tyger with a flying clothesline. Nikki pops up and there's Shapiro, who spins her around and plants her with a big side belly to belly suplex! Tyger has made it to his feet, but is clearly starting show the damage from the match. He stumbles into the ropes and Shapiro doubles him over with a hook to the liver. Shapiro hooks him, lifting him before dropping him onto the top rope, using that momentum to swing Tyger and plant him face first with a sit out gourdbuster! Shapiro turns him over for the cover,


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Nikki in to make the save!

Nikki steps in and nails Shapiro right across the chest with a roundhouse kick. Shapiro holds his chest as he works away from Nikki who follows him to the corner. Nikki whips Shapiro out of the corner, Shapiro reverses and whips Nikki into the buckle. Tyger is on the outside, regaining his balance. Shapiro and Tyger charge in, sandwiching Nikki in the corner with a clothesline/rope assisted enziguri combo! YEAH! Shapiro grabs a punch drunk Nikki by the head and spins into the corner, pushing himself to the middle rope. Tyger looks to get in further on the action, but Shapiro cuts him off with a punch from his other hand. Shapiro jumps off, driving Nikki head first into the mat with a tornado DDT! SH*T! Cover,


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Tyger pulls Shapiro out by the foot and slides in, looking to pick the bones,


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Shapiro pulls Tyger out and the two men trade blows on the outside! F*CK YEAH HOCKEY STYLE! with dueling single collar tie and punches going to the body and head. Shapiro starts to get the upper hand, but Tyger cuts him off with a jumping knee strike. Tyger grabs Shapiro by the head and runs him head first into the post, laying Shapiro out. Tyger goes to the top rope, locking Nikki in his radar before jumping off and landing a monster guillotine leg drop! Cover,


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Nikki kicks out!

Alecia Matthews: After a rough start, Justin Tyger is starting find some offense here.

Samael Ahriman: Tyger is a veteran, he's not going to waste his stamina trying inflict damage.

Cameron Stone: With so much on the line, you can't afford to take unnecessary risks.

Tyger picks Nikki up, looking to inflict more damage, rocking Nikki's head back with a forearm shiver. Nikki fights back with a forearm shiver of her own. Tyger doubles her over with a body solebutt, before sneaking behind her and looking for a backdrop suplex. Nikki flips out the back door and as he turn around, Shapiro dropkicks Tyger's knees out from under him. Nikki follows up with a basement superkick! Shapiro looks for a cover, doesn't see Nikki handspringing off the ropes.

Crowd: Holy Sh*t! Holy crap!

Alecia Matthews: Tyger's out cold and Shapiro is taking advantage!


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Nikki breaks up the count with a standing corkscrew moonsault! Shapiro holds his back in pain as he gets to his feet, while Tyger rolls to the outside. Nikki measures, looking for the bicycle kick. Shapiro ducks and connects with a Flatliner as Nikki turns around. Shapiro floats over and locks up the Shapiro Stretch (Rings of Saturn)! Nikki struggles as she wears the anguish on her face. Shapiro leans back to put maximum pressure on Nikki's back. Tyger has rolled back into the ring and clocks Shapiro with a brutal running knee strike to the face to break up the submission attempt. Tyger picks Nikki up to her feet. Nikki fights back with hard elbows, finishing the combo with a big rolling elbow! Tyger drops to a knee and Nikki grabs the head and drives Tyger into the canvas with a sit out facebuster! Cover,


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Kick out by Tyger!

Alecia Matthews: The pace of this match is starting to show on our athletes.

Samael Ahriman: I can't pick a winner here!

Nikki goes to the top rope, looking possibly looking for the end. Tyger starts to stir as Nikki jumps, looking for the Expulsion (Flying Double Stomp), bails and rolls out. Shapiro has entered the ring via the top rope and Nikki charges in Shapiro turns her inside out with a flying clothesline! Shapiro pops up, showing his intensity and walks right right into a release German Suplex from Tyger. Tyger gets up, dusting his hands off, only to get dropped with a Nikki backstabber! Shapiro starts to gain his feet, but Nikki continues her roll with the Honor Roll, NO countered onto a swinging Samoan Drop! Cover,


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Nikki gets the shoulder up!

Shapiro smacks the mat, and as Nikki gets to her feet, Shapiro grabs the arm and looks for the Damage Plan, but Nikki reverses into the Headcheck (Hammerlock Hook Kick). Tyger is up to his feet and knocks Nikki down from behind with big forearm. Tyger motions for the Northern Lights Bomb, but Nikki resourcefully knees Tyger in the head to break his grip. Nikki spins to backside and pushes Tyger into a boot to the gut from Shapiro. Shapiro lifts Tyger for Gory Bomb, giving Nikki time to hit a handspring into the ropes and connecting with a cutter as Shapiro hits the Gory Bomb! Cover by Shapiro,


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Nikki breaks up the count!

Shapiro turns his attention to Nikki as Tyger is still face down on the mat. Shapiro charges in for a clothesline, misses and Nikki makes him pay with a brutal Bicycle Kick! Shapiro is down as Tyger stirs. Nikki turns her attention to Tyger, who catches her with a big knee to the gut to double her over. Tyger runs off the ropes and looks for the Western Lariat, but Nikki ducks and Shapiro takes the Western Lariat on the chin! Tyger looks down at his target rolling out of the ring and Nikki comes up from behind and spins him around. Valedictorian Blast (Standing Shirauni)! Assessing the situation, Nikki vaults herself to the top rope, Shapiro is nowhere to be found! SUMMA CUM LAUDE (Red Arrow)!

Alecia Matthews: Summa Cum Laude! What a move! Here's the cover!


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DING DING!


Alecia Matthews: She did it!

Christa Adina: Here is your winner, and NEW WFWF NATIONAL CHAMPION!, "The Bad Teacher" NIKKIIII DEEEEAAAN!

Roar by Katy Perry hits and Nikki drops down to her knees and puts her hands in front of her face, still in shock of the moment until the referee comes into the ring and hands her the championship belt for the first time. Nikki takes the title in both hands and shoots them up in the air, displaying the title proudly!

Alecia Matthews: She was an underdog all throughout this tournament, but here she stands at the end of it champion!

Nikki drops the title down, just grasping it with one hand. She walks over to the corner and climbs to the second rope and holds the title above her head.


~~~~Later in the Day~~~~~~

The camera cuts back to the make shift office of DMK.

DMK: Is the camera alright?

Ryan: It survived.

DMK: How the f~ck does Dane Cook get in here?

Ryan: He used a fake name, Tha CBT. I should have spotted it; no one goes by something that stupid.

DMK: If I see that mother f~cker again, I will kill him. F~ck Dane Cook.

DMK leans back in his chair as he waves for Ryan to bring in the next person. In walks girl in her early 30’s dressed almost completely in black. There is almost a dirty tinge to her. It is like she just looks
unclean or something. DMK eyes her suspiciously for a moment.

DMK: Why do you look familiar?

Dirty Goth: Well I used to be friends with Michael…

Her crackly voice, likely from smoking too many menthols, almost takes on a singsong quality if the Crypt Keeper can sound like that.

DMK: That doesn’t help. He bangs a lot of whores.

She looks sad at that remark.

DMK: Wait…didn’t you used to smoke that Jew? I forgot his name…Bill or something.

She looks down at her feet as if she is too ashamed to answer with the truth.

DMK: Oh gross, get the f~ck out! This room might have herpes or something now.

Before Ryan can show her the door, she takes off running out of the frame.

DMK: We need to disinfect ourselves!

Ryan: You will be alright. Let’s get this freak show over with.

DMK eyes him suspiciously. Ryan leaves and grabs the next person. In walks a man who looks to be ripped. He is wearing a grey shirt that says “BaconStripes” over and over. His aviator sunglasses cover his eyes even indoors. In one hand he has a bottle of Jack Daniels, and the other some kind of meat sandwich. DMK nearly leaps out of his seat in excitement.

DMK: Muscles Glasses!! Holy sh~t! I am a big fan.

Muscles Glasses takes a bite out of his meat sandwich.

DMK: I can’t believe you want to join me and my crew here.

Muscles Glasses takes a bite out of his meat sandwich and takes a swig from the bottle of Jack.

DMK: F~cking awesome! Ryan you scored with this one right here.

Muscles Glasses walks over and stands behind the chair. He alternates between taking bites from his meat sandwich and his bottle of Jack while Ryan ushers in the next person.

DMK: I really hope it is someone as awesome as my boy here, Muscles Glasses.

Ryan walks back into frame but the person who is following him stops just outside of the frame.

DMK: Wait…I know you…You are that f~cking guy…

DMK snaps his fingers as the camera goes black. Midget magic.



Blue lights begin to flash throughout the arena and the crowd goes wild. “Respect” by Devour The Day begins to play loud and echo throughout the arena. Kyle stands on top of the stage, stares at DMK and the giant who stand in the ring beaming back. He makes his way to the ring giving the fans high fives.

Christa Adina: Introducing first, from Motor City, Michigan, weighing in tonight at 235 pounds, KYLE MATTHEWS!!!

Samael Ahriman: Kyle Matthews has a huge disadvantage as he faces this man…

The lights go out. “Beware” by Big Pun begins to play over the speakers. Spotlights burst on and center on the stage. Tugarin Zmey stands under the spotlight. DMK, in a Sopranos-esque suit, emerges from behind him along with several other midgets all in black shirts that say Security. They encircle Zmey and DMK as they walk to the ring.

Christa Adina: And his opponent, weighing a huge 415lbs, being accompanied to the ring by DMK, Tugarin Zmey!

The midget security-force scream obscenities at the crowd while stealing various signs. DMK strolls beside Zmey with absolute confidence. Zmey climbs into the ring while DMK uses the stairs. The other midgets flood the ring also sending everyone else scurrying away. The spotlights go out and the house lights come back on, DMK and his monster stand in the center of the ring. Now with the full lighting returned, it is obvious that some if not all of these midget guards are crack heads. One has burn scars all by his overly large nose, he must be a Jewish cracked out midget. Another is missing three of his front teeth, while more than one are bare foot. Eventually DMK uses some rated R language and they all scatter out of the ring. Zmey settles in the corner while DMK shouts at whoever will listen.

Tugarin stands firmly in his corner, leaning backwards in the corner as Kyle Matthews leans over in a ready position as his eyes keep focused on Tugarin’s long tree trunk like legs. If he has to do anything to win this match, it’s to take out Zmey’s legs. DMK has now positioned himself on the ring apron, the only way he’d be able to see the contest from his height, and is barking orders at Zmey.

Kyle runs at full speed from his corner and jumps up high in the air to try and connect a punch on the dragon’s gigantic head, but as he reaches maximum air, Tugarin swiftly swats him down like a fly as Matthew’s body bounces off the ring mat, Tugarin towering over his fallen foe. Tugarin looks down at Kyle, who has now rolled over to the other side of the ring and gotten himself up with his mind scrambling, looking for another strategy plan against this huge man.

Cameron Stone: The trick to fighting a gigantic man like Tugarin is to target the legs and bring him down to your size. That way, he won’t be able to club your head as hard with his giant hands.

Tugarin slowly walks over to the middle of the ring, keeping his eyes focused on Kyle who has now started circling the giant. Kyle picks up his speed as he pounces at Tugarin’s leg. Kyle latches onto Zmey’s leg as he starts to unleash punches onto the kneecap of The Dragon. DMK looks intensely at his client, who has now lifted his leg up as Kyle is still connected and swooshes Matthews off of it. The man from Motor City once again retreating to his corner, looking for the advantage.

Kyle slithers up the ropes and back into his corner as Tugarin makes his way over to his opponent. Matthews looks to escape to the right, but Tugarin latches onto the ring ropes preventing Matthews’ escape. Kyle looks over to the left and slides his body over, but Tugarin grabs ahold of the other set of ropes, cornering Kyle Matthews in the corner. Zmey brings his leg back and unleashes a wild blow with his knee into Kyle’s sternum in the corner.

Matthews doubles over in the corner as Tugarin grabs ahold of underneath of his shoulders and latches on. Zmey turns his body around and launches Kyle up into the air and to the other side of the ring! Matthews’ body crashes onto the mat as it rolls over upon impact, leaving him in a heap right next to Donnie Monty Kent. Zmey has now trapped the referee into the corner as DMK uses the advantage to deliver some very small
punches to Kyle’s cranium.

Tugarin releases the referee from the corner as has once again made his way over to his fallen foe, grabbing ahold of his neck and dragging him up to his feet. With firm control of the head, Tugarin brings his back and brings it down viciously onto Matthews’ cranium with a huge headbutt. The Dragon pushes “The Motor City Minor” into the corner and unleashes devastating blows to Kyle’s breadbasket, forcing his body to contort with each punch.

Stepping back from his destruction, Tugarin grabs ahold of Kyle’s arm and brings him close to hoist him up onto his shoulders. Tugarin walks over to the middle of the ring and drops backwards, crashing his whole four hundred pound frame onto Kyle, with a devastating Samoan drop. Tugarin rolls himself over onto that of Kyle’s for a pinfall attempt.


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Kyle gets his shoulder up as Tugarin simply smirks as he looks down at his opponent. As both of them are still on the mat, Tugarin reaches his knees as he wraps his huge hands around the neck of Kyle. DMK celebrates on the ring apron as Kyle’s face turns bright red from the lack of oxygen reaching his brain. The referee proceeds to count the Dragon out, forcing him to break the illegal hold at four.

Zmey gets up to his feet as he circles around his prey, like a monster underneath of a child’s bed. He looks back down to Kyle and drops an elbow, which Kyle rolls out of the way from. Zmey crashes to the ground and Kyle is up to his feet in a hurry to start unveiling some kicks to Zmey’s masked face! Kyle backs himself onto the ropes and launches himself off, hitting the monster with a shining wizard…

But it is caught as Tugarin reverses and grabs ahold of Kyle in a powerbomb position. He makes his way to his feet, with his smaller opponent on his shoulders, and as he does he circles around the ring. As he reaches close to the ropes, Tugarin launches Matthews’ with a powerbomb into the ropes! Kyle’s head rebounding off each rope, as Donnie Monty Kent looks at the devastating move with a sly smile. Tugarin pushes Kyle’s limp body out of the ring, forcing him to crash on the ringside mat.

Zmey follows him outside the ring and pulls Matthews’ up by the hair and grabbing his arm before whipping him into the guardrail. Kyle’s body bounces off the steel as his body seats itself on the ground, his back writhing in pain as the giant stands over top of him once again. The Dragon grabs ahold of Kyle’s scrawly hair and deadlifts him up onto his feet and connecting with another knee to his sternum. Forcing the young upstart to double over as Zmey hits his back with a double axehandle smash! Matthews’ lays limp on the floor, as DMK smiles at his client’s handiwork.

Tugarin holds Kyle back up into the air in a gorilla press and launches him back into the ring, over the top ropes, as Kyle’s body hits the ring as Tugarin slowly makes his way back into the ring. As the Dragon
returns in the squared circle, Matthews’ has somehow rolled over to the other side of the ropes and had managed to return to his feet. He sprints over to Zmey’s unexpected body and dropkicks him in the kneecap, forcing him to kneel down. Matthews decides to target the head as he wails on Tugarin’s masked cranium with multiple forearm shots.
Kyle wraps his arm around Zmey’s huge bowling ball sized neck and locks in a violent sleeper hold. Matthews connects his fingers together to apply even more pressure, knocking the wind out of the giant. As he looks over to the fans, Kyle wrenches violently on his arm, cutting off a lot more airflow to the Dragon’s body. Kyle throws in a few punches in the hold, all while continuing to wrench at the neck of DMK’s client.

Tugarin Zmey fights his way through the pain as he ascends to his feet. With Kyle still wrenching the hold, the Motor City Man jumps up onto the back of Tugarin and locks his legs around the large mass of The Dragon. Tugarin looks at DMK before nodding his head as he jumps backwards as his large body crashes on top of Kyle’s broken body. Kyle lays down flat on the mat in a heap as Tugarin ascends back to his feet in his corner, receiving orders from his manager.

Following the orders of the midget, Tugarin grabs Kyle’s arm and pulls him to an upward position and irish whips him into the opposing set of turnbuckles. With his momentum working against him, Kyle runs back full force right into a violent big boot from the large Tugarin Zmey! The Inborn Aggression connects as Tugarin follows Kyle to the mat and shoots the half for the pinfall.


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...Three…


Christa Adina: The winner of the match… TUGARIN ZMEY!


DMK is screaming at Tugarin Zmey. He is jumping and pointing to a chair that he slide into the ring. Zmey walks over and grabs the chair as DMK is yelling for him to finish off Kyle Matthews. Zmey stands over Matthews with the chair when someone slides in and grabs the chair from behind. Zmey turns around and Samael Ahriman is standing in front of him with chair in hand. They have a stare down for a moment while DMK is screaming obscenities at anyone he can. Zmey takes a step back and away from Matthews as Ahriman doesn’t back down.

Ahriman takes a step between Zmey and Kyle to the delight of the crowd. He looks over at Kyle who is staring up at the two men from his knees. Samael cranks back but to everyone's surprise slams the chair into the head of Matthews! Kyle falls back to the mat. Samael drops the chair as DMK and his midget security force swarm the ring. DMK is laughing as Ahriman is showing about as much emotion as Zmey to the crowd who are furiously booing the men. Out of nowhere Muscles Glasses appears in the circus with his meat sandwich and bottle of Jack Daniels.

Samael asks for a mic.

Samael Ahriman: Why do you boo me? All I did was run into the ring to make the timely save. You've cheered me for it before; and you were chanting my name just seconds ago. What, you mad at WHO I made the save for?

Samael looks at Muscle Glasses, Zmey and DMK as he actually shows a little bit of emotion, but not one we've come to expect from Sam. his is one of a smug attitude.

Samael Ahriman: For far too long I've sat back idly in that announcers chair, uncomfortable with the way the WFWF was going. That, and Demon is too cheap to actually buy decent chairs for the announcers so that didn't help my irritation. Then at SuperBrawl, everything seemed to come together. A first time, and well deserving, champion was crowned. Shawn Malakai.

The crowd boos at Sam for even saying the Hall of Famer's name.

Samael Ahriman: Cool your tits crowd, this is where you find out why I just did what I just did. Christ, such sheep. I bet half of them are Dane Cook fans, eh Midget?

The Midget's face goes from elated to pissed.

Samael Ahriman: So Shawn wins. Cool beans. Maybe things are going in the right direction. Then Bennett gets a title shot. And Garrett. And Drakz. And to top it all off, Dex gets the title itself and it makes me sick. There is no more class or structure in this place, so I figured the time was right to change that. Not that anyone in this ring screams class, but they scream organization and most importantly, they have a cause. So do I. You see, me and DMK here are dedicated to the same thing. That's why I attacked Matthews, someone who is fighting against my cause; and am pledging myself now.

He pauses.

Samael Ahriman: I; Samael Ahriman, am the newest ally to DMK. The newest member to the KoKaine Konspiracy.

Ahriman kneels in the corner near Matthews.

Samael Ahriman: And as for you, my little monkey wrench, I'll see you next week.

Sam goes back to the group and raises the arm of Zmey.

Samael Ahriman: Your winner!

Alecia Matthews: Sam?! I don't understand?

Cameron Stone: I can't believe he would side with that maniac?! This is insane!



CUT TO AD BREAK

"LOVE, YOUR HATE"

"YOUR, FAITH LOST"

"YOU, ARE NOW"

"ONE...ONE OF US"

A quick boom goes off from the stage and out comes Yukio Blaze to a standing ovation. No music, just applause and reaction from the crowd as they are stunned to see their random hero. Yukio is looking to the crowd but he appears to have a different face, Almost like something is wrong. He takes a deep breath and pulls out a microphone from his back pocket. He is leaning his head down, almost like he is ashamed to be here tonight. He begins to talk but its very slow compared to how he normally talks.

Yukio Blaze: I've been missing since Superbrawl. Joe Bishop, the kid. The young gun. He did what I wanted him to do. He got his Superbrawl Moment. He got his International Championship. He bested me. He did what's good for business. I did what was good for me. I took the loss. Some say I took the loss and went home. Some say that Superbrawl was the night Yukio Blaze was finally done. He had his picture perfect happy ending. That's all a man can ask for, right?

To happy men and to those who just want finality, yes. I on the other hand got half of what I wanted. Not all of what I wanted, just half. You see, back there in the back, its full of politics. I mean Washington DC doesnt hold a candle to some of the crap that I've seen or been part of. I mean, I'm the guy that was handed the house show division and helped focus on new guys. Not old, but the new guys. I pushed them like no other one would and that's why I was hated for a long time. I was doing the right thing at the right time.

Hell, I was also a "WFWF Owner" for a hot second. I was writing guys checks from the corporate bank accounts. It was fine for a while but I was pushed out. They dont like new refreshing ideas, they want the same of schtick over and over and over, enough that its the same storyline just with different characters.

Same Guys
Same Champions
Same Old crap

So at the last pay-per-view, I gave them an ultimatum. I will walk away from the company, with three strings attached. They dont have to pay out my contract. I want no money. I just want what is owed to me. I want ten years worth of dislocated shoulders, and a knee surgery, and a bloodbath, and wins, and losses all summed up with three more matches or as I put them, My Three Wishes.

Three Wishes. That's all I asked for. That's all I needed. Thats all I want.

But no they said. They said I'll have to wrestle. I'm still on contract. That I need to be here and there on time, losing in matches and being a joke.

Well the jokes on them. I just didnt show up.

I lost them money but yet made them money on my own dime.

You see, I've been paying a few production people out of my own pocket of these #3Wishes promos. These were from me and me alone.

They were never endorsed by the WFWF or any other company or anything like that.

It wasnt a publicity stunt.

It was simply personal.

Luckily, I had a few minor clauses in my contract that allowed me to be here tonight. I'm not here as Yukio Blaze, the WFWF Superstar.

I'm here tonight as Jeff Spencer.

I'm here as the guy who will get what he has earned.

So, with that said. I'm here to tell the world what I want and what the Three Wishes are.
Yukio, I mean Jeff Spencer lifts his head up and the crowd seems to be a little confused as to what they just heard. A few hardcore fans are cheering him on.

Wish Number One, I wanna die. Yukio Blaze needs to die. He needs to finally be put to rest. He needs to die for the sins that he has caused.

Wish Number Two, Upon his death, he shall be resurrected as his namesake. He needs to become the man he was born from upon this Earth. He needs to become your messiah.

Wish Number Three, The Perfect Ending.

So I'm gonna show up on the next show with whoever the hell is running this business to see if I'll get what I want or if I should finally burn this place to the ground, instead of saving it for once.

Yukio turns his back and walks away as the crowd is even more confused. There are boos, yet cheers at the same time.

Christa Adina stands center ring with a microphone in hand.



Christa Adina: The following contest is the I RESPECT YOU MATCH! This contest will take place under No Disqualification rules and the only way to win is by beating your opponent until they say the words I Respect You.

The acoustic guitar rifts and bells tolling ring through Madison Square Garden liven the crowd as Evil Ways by Blues Saraceno echoes through the P/A system.

It's been so long, long hard days
They dont say, God's changed my ways
Change my ways, these evil ways

The cameras pan around the arena from the stage, looking for one of the competitors to make their entrance. Finally from the second deck, the crowd starts going nuts with cheers as Josh Dean stands at the top of the stairs amongst them, kendo stick in tow.

Alicia Matthews: And there he is!

So I set out, cross that way
Strike them down, to make them pay
Change their ways, their evil ways

Josh slowly starts making his way down the stairs and through the fans toward the ring, a look of determination and focus paints his face.

Christa Adina: Introducing first, from Atlanta, Georgia, weighing in at two hundred twenty-five pounds. "The Franchise" JOOOSSSHHH DEEEEAAAN!

Josh reaches the floor level of the arena and it is straight tunnel vision as he walks to the ring. The members of the crowd are touching him as he passes, but it seems to have no effect on his concentration as he hops the retaining barricade.

And I can't hide
Oooooooooh!
I won't hide
Ooooooooh! YEAH!
My evil ways.

Samael Arhiman: The former International Champion has a look tonight that can burn through steel as he prepares for perhaps the most dangerous fight of his illustrious career.

Taking his time to survey the terrain, Josh climbs up on the ring apron before ascending to the top rope, spreading his arms out wide and unleashing a primal roar that rips through the arena.

Alecia Matthews: He looks ready, and he better be!

Josh Dean climbs into the ring, bouncing off the ropes for a moment as his entrance music comes to a close. It's replaced by “Paint It Black” by Rolling Stones. Phillip Schneider appears at the top of the stage. He's adorned in familiar gear, just not his familiar gear. Instead, Schneider is covered with a red and dark green striped sweater and sports a dirty brown fedora. Over his right hand, a brown leather glove. From the glove shoot out giant glimmering metal blades. Four of them, one for each finger at the finger, an almost perverse smile crawling across Schneider's face as he holds his accessory high in the air.

Christa Adina: And his opponent, making his way towards the ring, from your deepest, darkest nightmares, by way of Chicago, Illinois, weighing in tonight at two hundred and ten pounds, he is a three time former WFWF World Tag Team champion, a two time former WFWF International champion, a former WFWF Hardcore X champion, a two time former WFWF World Heavyweight champion and to date, the longest reigning WFWF World Heavyweight champion.

Our illustrious ring announcer is forced to pause and take a breath halfway through her extended ring introduction.

Samael Ahriman: Schneider doesn't appear often, but when he does.. He makes damn sure to get every bit of the pomp and circumstance for his entrance..

Christa Adina: He is one of the elite, a WFWF Grand Slam Champion. He is a two time WFWF Hall of Fame inductee. The Rated X Superstar, The King of Gore, Your Heretic Hero, The Prophet of Ash, The Dead Idol... Phillip SCHNEIDER!

As Christa Adina has finished her extended ring introduction, on the bellowing of Schneider, the entrance stage explodes in a brilliant white light, pyrotechnics shooting upwards from the bottom of the stage and falling downwards from the top, Schneider already long out of the splash zone of the flames.

Schneider makes his way towards the ring, the knife glove sparkling in a brilliant light as he makes his way towards the ring. Josh Dean doesn't seem the least bit intimidated by the appearance of a knife wielding Phillip Schneider, standing his ground in the center of the ring. Schneider makes his way to the ring, sliding in under the bottom rope. He removes his knife glove, setting it in the corner underneath the bottom turnbuckle. Considering what he knows Schneider has, the referee doesn't bother checking for foreign objects, instead just signaling for the bell. Bell sounds and this match is under way.

Alecia Matthews: Care to run down the rules of this one, Sam?

Samael Ahriman: This match can only end by one wrestler saying three magic words, “I Respect You”. The referee is there simply to hold the microphone to emit these sounds, because this one is no time limit, no count outs, no pin falls, no submissions. A clause specifically wrote into the contract by Schneider is that the referee can't stop the match, either.

Both men begin to circle around the ring. There's a fair bit of trash talking from both sides that the camera cannot catch. The two meet center ring. Schneider shoves Dean. Dean charges forwards, taking Schneider to the mat with a double leg take down. Dean mounts Schneider, pounding away at him with mounted punches. Schneider rolls Dean off of him, rolling to the corner to regain his barrings, working his way to a vertical base.

Alecia Matthews: This one is not going to be a pretty, catch as catch can wrestling match.

Schneider comes out of the corner and Dean takes him to the mat with a drop toe hold. Dean swoops in and grabs the head in a front face lock. He’s grinding on the head. Schneider is trying to get to his feet but that requires his head to bend the wrong way and he can’t manage to do it. He finally works his way to a vertical base, working from the front face lock to a side headlock. Both men to a vertical base. Schneider works his way out and ends up behind Dean. Dean spins around before Schneider can do anything and there’s a brief stand off.

Samael Ahriman: What was that about this not being a catch as catch can wrestling match?

Alecia Matthews: I've been wrong before.

Once again, the two men circle around the ring. An aggressive lock up meets them center ring. Schneider quickly breaks away and throws a side knee to the mid section of Dean. A hammering elbow to the back of the head, a second, Dean fires back with a right, a left, Schneider with a knee lift then another elbow to the back of the head and Dean is fighting back with continued rights and lefts. Schneider grabs Dean by the head and rams him into the turnbuckle.

Samael Ahriman: That's what Schneider does, he picks a body part and locks into it. He stays on it. He attacks it any way he can.

Alecia Matthews: Schneider is arguably the most dangerous man in the WFWF because of how he'll use any part of his body to strike any part of his opponent's body, with reckless abandon.

Schneider grabs Dean by the arm and brings him out of the corner, taking him over with an arm bar take down. Dean works his way back to a vertical base, Schneider still clinched on the arm, now in a top wrist lock. Schneider works his way up and under the wrist, applying pressure as he turns the wrist and when face to face with Josh Dean once more, he releases the hold and throws a standing drop kick, taking Dean off of his feet.

Samael Ahriman: Josh Dean has got to put distance between himself and Schneider. Pick his spots.

Dean back up and the two men circle once more. Schneider decides to test the waters with kicks. The first lands to the back of the leg of Josh Dean, not a full shot but a grazing enough blow. Schneider goes for the body. Dean catches the leg and is going for a double leg take down, but Schneider hooks Dean’s head and bends his one knee, taking Josh Dean into a small package. Referee into the handheld microphone says “No counts, submission by respect only”. Schneider releases the small package and before Dean can get away, Schneider moves to a cross face.

Alecia Matthews: No pin falls in this one.

Samael Ahriman: If you're familiar with the rules to an I Quit match, it's like that, but they have to say I Respect You instead.

The cross face from Schneider isn’t entirely locked in and Josh Dean is showing it. Blow to the body from Dean only further loosens Schneider’s grip. Dean is about to break the cross face and Schneider scrambles away, hooking a leg and taking Josh Dean into the half crab, but the scrambling was enough for Dean to move himself to the ropes and back to his feet.

Alecia Matthews: Schneider doing anything to keep ahold of Josh Dean.

Both men back to a vertical base. Once again, they’re circling around the ring. Collar and elbow tie up, Schneider decides not to lock up, instead swooping up one of Dean’s arms and going behind, locking in a cobra clutch. It’s not completely locked in and Josh Dean drops to his butt to escape. Dean rolls over and double kicks Schneider, sending him bumping backwards. Schneider to his feet, Josh Dean up faster. Schneider rushes at Josh Dean and he runs into a hip toss. Schneider up and a second hip toss. Schneider back up and a body slam from Josh Dean.

Samael Ahriman: Dean one step ahead of Schneider, quicker to the punch.

Phillip Schneider back to his feet. Josh Dean sweeps the legs and sends him to the mat. Josh Dean goes for a soccer kick but Schneider rolls out of the way. Dean motions that he almost had him. Schneider rolls to the ropes and outside of the ring. Schneider is stumbling around the ring like he's looking for something. Josh Dean makes the chase. Schneider makes his way to the time keeper's table, grabbing a steel folding chair and flinging it with reckless abandon at Josh Dean. Dean side steps and the chair sails past him, colliding with the steel ring steps with a mighty clang.

Alecia Matthews: Schneider bringing the plunder into play.

Samael Ahriman: The what?

Alecia Matthews: The plunder, if you wheel.

Around the corner of the ring, Schneider is outright running away from Josh Dean at this point. Josh Dean is closing the distance on Schneider, moving much faster than the old veteran brawler. Around a corner of the ring, Schneider turns around and short arm clotheslines Dean, Dean so caught up in the chase that he didn't even see Schneider's change in motion. Schneider grabs a handful of Josh Dean's stringy black hair, pulling him to his feet and ramming his face into the ring post.

Samael Ahriman: Face first into the ring post.

Alecia Matthews: That unmistakeable collison between flesh and steel.

Schneider rolls Dean back into the ring. Dean is a little dazed and confused from his quick collision with the ring post. Schneider peels up the ring skirt. He's searching underneath the ring. He pulls from the depths of the ring a large, clear, pane of glass.

The crowd lets out a collective “OOOOH” as they see what Schneider has produced.

Samael Ahriman: We've had our wrestling portion of this match apparently and now it's time to get violent.

Alecia Matthews: We knew at some point Schneider was going to bring the weapons into this match, this is no disqualifications, until one wrestler proclaims “I respect you” to the other into that wireless microphone in the ring.

Schneider lifts the pane of glass up over his head and flings it into the ring up and over the top rope. It barely misses Josh Dean, but when it hits the canvas, it explodes. Glass shards fly all over the canvas. Josh Dean looks at the carnage that just exploded in front of him with confusion.

Samael Ahriman: You'd think Schneider would know how to handle glass a little bit better than that.

Alecia Matthews: That pane of glass just shattered into nothing and it never touched Josh Dean.

Schneider makes his way around the ring. He grabs the chair he previously threw at Josh Dean and makes his way into the ring under the bottom rope. Josh Dean immediately cuts him off with stomps to the back. Dean recovers the chair and blasts Schneider across the back with it. Schneider stands up, grimacing in pain from the chair shot. Dean comes behind him with a second chair shot to the back. Schneider spins around and Josh Dean blasts him between the eyes with the chair. The chair makes a horrible “THUD” as it collides with the cranium of Phillip Schneider.

Dean throws the chair down. Schneider out on his feet. Dean throws a super kick and Schneider goes down to the mat. Dean grabs the microphone from the referee.

Josh Dean: Let's end this now. Just say you respect me, and it'll all over.

Phillip Schneider: Eat a dick.

The crowd cheers from Schneider's reaction. With the microphone still in hand, Josh Dean jams the metal end into Schneider's forehead. There's a loud “BOOM” through the P/A system as the microphone hits Schneider's flesh and the steel microphone almost immediately opens Schneider up. Dean gives the microphone back to the referee. Schneider up to his hands and knees. Double leg take down from Schneider puts Dean to the mat... and into the broken glass!

Alecia Matthews: Josh Dean the first into the glass.

Samael Ahriman: That's tempered glass. It's made to break and break into tiny fragments rather than shards.. but those tiny fragments are ALL OVER the place in there and they all just pierced Josh Dean.

Dean immediately realizes he's landed in a lot more than canvas, a shooting sensation of pain painted across his face. Schneider has a small crimson mask oozing down his face. He grabs both of Josh Dean's feet and drags him. Dean screams as he's dragged through the broken glass, the glass bouncing off of the canvas as it cuts and tears the flesh on Josh Dean's back. Josh Dean scrambles to get tiny fragments of glass out of his back as Schneider rolls out of the ring.

Samael Ahriman: If you've never had glass in your skin, it's not something I can recommend.

Alecia Matthews: How is it?

Samael Ahriman: Bad.

Schneider climbs all the way underneath the ring. Josh Dean seems to be recovered in ring, though his back is torn and oozing blood from cuts all over. He realizes Schneider is underneath the ring and begins to jump up and down, a loud banging of the loose boards bringing Schneider back from under the ring. Schneider works his way around the ring. Josh Dean kicks glass at him. Schneider blocks his face as he works his way around the ring. He lifts up the ring skirt along the rail, pulling a garbage can out and pitching it into the ring.

Samael Ahriman: Is that plunder?

Alecia Matthews: No, that's a trash can.

Josh Dean grabs the can before Schneider can roll back into the ring and grab it. But it's a diversion. Schneider grabs his knife glove out of the corner and puts it on his hand. He turns and Josh Dean blasts him with the trash can. The can crumbles on one side. Dean turns it and hits Schneider again. The can is pretty mangled. Josh Dean throws it down, then grabs Schneider by the head in a front face lock. He's going for a DDT on the trash can, but it's blocked from Schneider with a back rake from hell.

Samael Ahriman: I don't think Josh Dean realized Schneider had grabbed the knife glove..

Alecia Matthews: He knows now, as Edward Scissorhands is digging his blades into Dean's back.

Samael Ahriman: It's actually Freddy Krueger..

Schneider screams while digging the knives into Dean's back “SAY IT, SAY IT!!!”. The referee is right there to ask Dean for the three words that will end this match, “I Respect You”. With little hesitation, Dean screams no.

Samael Ahriman: Weird way of gaining someone's respect.. sticking four knives in their back..

Alecia Matthews: Does Schneider do anything that's particularly normal?

Dean's back is a mess. Between the broken glass and the knives, it's hard to tell where one wound ends and the next begins. He's in a bit of shock, grasping at his wounds. Schneider disarms himself of the knife glove.. then peels off his belt. He approaches Dean and lashes him across the back, screaming “SAY IT” as he makes each lash. As Dean responds almost instantly each time with “NO!” Schneider draws the belt back again. Over and over he lashes Josh Dean across the back, the belt actually splattering and splashing the blood as it lashes the open wounds. Schneider stops lashing him, then grabs the microphone away from the referee.

Phillip Schneider: Josh... this is your last chance. This is it. Say the three words and end this... or it's about to get really f*cking nasty in here. You think you know what I'm capable of? You haven't got a clue. Say the words. Live to fight another day.

Schneider is the one to put the microphone to Dean's mouth.

Josh Dean: Huff, huff... suck my dick Obo.

The crowd lets out an “OOOOH”. Schneider drives the microphone into Dean's face. There's a loud “KABOOM, THUD” as the mic bounces off Dean's face, then is dropped. The referee retrieves the microphone as Schneider exits the ring. He goes back to the ramp side, where he came out empty handed before. He's under the ring for a moment before coming out partially. There's a revving sound. And the source is seen by all momentarily. Schneider has a gas powered weed eater in his hands.

Samael Ahriman: No, for the love of god, no!

Alecia Matthews: That is WAY too much!

The crowd, the perverse beings as they are, actually cheer. Schneider raises it above his head and revs the engine, putting on a show with the lawn care device. Schneider rolls into the ring. Dean gets to his feet and turns. He sees what Schneider has. Schneider makes a stabbing tease with it, Dean hopping back.

Samael Ahriman: I get that Schneider is sick, but this has no business in a pro wrestling ring.

Dean is circling the ring, he's trying to keep distance between himself and Schneider. Schneider has a sick smile on his face as he stabs with the weed whacker. The referee has actually bailed out of the ring, wanting nothing to do with the garden device. Dean grabs the already mangled trash can and wings it at Schneider.. and he misses. Schneider nearly clips Dean's foot with the weed whacker but misses by an inch.

Alecia Matthews: The referee needs to get back in the ring and get that away from him. This is WAY too far.

Samael Ahriman: Agreed. Get that out of there!

Schneider has Dean stuck in the corner. Josh Dean has no where to run. Schneider approaches with a devilish smirk painted across his blood spattered face. Just out of his reach, Josh Dean toes the already slightly mangled steel chair into reach. In one swift motion, he picks it up and throws it right into Schneider's face. Schneider stumbles and most notably, drops the weed whacker.

Alecia Matthews: Thank God. I didn't need to see that.

Josh Dean is the predator. He swoops in, grabbing the weed whacker before Schneider can and without hesitation, shoves the spinning cord blade into Schneider's stomach. The crowd ERUPTS in a deafening “OOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHH”, Schneider falling backwards and grabbing his stomach in shock. There's a loud crash heard over the pay per view telecast.

Alecia Matthews: The sound you just heard was Samael Ahriman knocking his headset off as he threw his hands up in shock.. Schneider just got hit with the weed whacker! For the love of all that's good and holy!

Samael Ahriman (muffled and off mic): Jesus!!

Josh Dean turns the weed whacker off and throws it over the top rope to the floor. The referee rolls back in the ring and Dean takes control of the microphone.

Josh Dean: I've proven I am just as sick as you are, and I'll play your games.. Now say you respect me. SAY IT!

Dean shoves the microphone into Schneider's face, but is greeted with only screams of agony.

Josh Dean: Fine, I've got something special saved for you...

Dean hands off the microphone and rolls out of the ring. He heads to the time keeper's position. From there, he produces a small steel bucket. He raises it up, but the crowd doesn't really react, mostly because they're still in shock from what they've just seen. Dean rolls back into the ring. The referee is checking on Schneider, making sure he doesn't want to end the match. Schneider's agent and handler, Percy Jackson, has made his way through the curtain and towards ringside to check on his client and best friend as well. Dean stands over Schneider with bucket in hand. Schneider is laying flat on his back, gasping at his open wounds on his stomach.

Josh Dean: Say it. SAY IT! Don't make me do this..

Phillip Schneider: Eat...... a....... dick....

Dean shakes his head in disgust, then quickly turns the bucket over. A waterfall of glistening white flows out of the bucket, hitting Schneider who immediately tries to get out of it's path, flopping around like a fish out of water and trying to get whatever was just poured on him off.

Samael Ahriman: Salt? Salt in the wounds? Why has this become a thing tonight?!

Alecia Matthews: I'm seriously going to be sick.

Dean grabs the microphone, mounting Schneider.

Josh Dean: Now Philly, wouldn't you like to go shower? Get those wounds cleaned up? Come on, let's both be good sports. Say you respect me. Three. Simple. Words.

Schneider sighs. He draws in a deep breath. He's realizing it's time to say the hardest words of his career. Schneider has no energy in his voice.

Phillip Schneider: I f*cked your wife.

The crowd erupts in a mix of cheers and laughter, hooting and hollering. Josh Dean is not amused what so ever and begins to pound at Schneider's face. Right after right, pounding at his forehead. Josh actually bloodies his own hands as he pounds at Schneider's face.

Samael Ahriman: Schneider pushing the wrong buttons here with Josh Dean..

Alecia Matthews: I've talked to Nikki Dean, I've met her a few times.. I can say without a doubt, what Schneider is saying is absolutely untrue.

Samael Ahriman: Of course it's untrue. It's all in Schneider's mind games. And it worked!

Dean realizes he's bloodied his own hands and begins choking Schneider instead. He's got his hands wrapped tightly around Schneider's throat, Schneider gasping and choking for oxygen. The referee puts the microphone to Dean's mouth.

Josh Dean: You sick son of a bitch, I'll f*cking kill you. I'll f*cking kill you!

Schneider moves his face enough that he's able to bite Josh Dean's wrist. Dean doesn't immediately break the choke hold, but he does finally as Schneider sinks his teeth deeper and deeper into the flesh. Josh Dean rolls off of Schneider and to his feet. Schneider fumbles in his pocket for a moment, then gets to his hands and knees. He calls for the microphone.

Phillip Schneider: Are you a killer, Josh? Are you a killer? Can you kill me? You may have earned those three words.. How about you shake my hand. And I'll say it.

Schneider extends a hand. He's asking for a handshake. The crowd boos that the match is going to end this way, Dean looks to the crowd to see what he should do. He cautiously approaches Schneider. Schneider mouths off microphone “I'm sorry”. Dean extends his hand, then takes the last step in to Schneider. Schneider hops up, grabbing Dean by the wrist and quickly swinging his other hand around, an exacto knife in his hand plunged into Josh Dean's palm.

Samael Ahriman: OH FOR GOD'S SAKE, HE JUST STABBED JOSH DEAN IN THE HAND!!

Alecia Matthews: He said he'd rather do that than shake Josh Dean's hand and when given the opportunity, he did just that. The sick son of a bitch stabbed him.

Josh Dean stumbles away in shock, the knife still stuck in his hand. Percy's seen enough at ringside, rolling into the ring. He gets in Schneider's face.

Percy Jackson: That's not f*cking right!

Percy is shaking his finger in Schneider's face. Schneider tries to follow up on Dean, Dean pulling the knife out of his hand and luckily, throwing it away. Percy stops Schneider. Schneider tries to get past him again. And again, Percy cuts him off at the pass. Schneider looks away... then throws a forearm to the face of Percy!

Samael Ahriman: HE HIT PERCY!

Alecia Matthews: He's out of control, seriously, he's WAY past out of control. The weed whacker, the knife, now he's hitting the one guy who's supposed to be able to control him?

Schneider grabs the steel chair. Percy slowly gets to his knees, checking his teeth.. and Schneider blasts him over the top of the head.

Alecia Matthews: THAT'S YOUR BEST FRIEND, DAMMIT!

Samael Ahriman: He doesn't care. He just doesn't care. And that's the scary thing.

Percy goes limp. He's down and out. Schneider rolls out of the ring again. He heads around the ring and pulls a white cardboard box out.

Schneider pulls the lid off of the box and dumps the contents to the floor. What he's dumped on the floor is easily a hundred, maybe more.. glass injection needles. The crowd gasps.

Samael Ahriman: Now what the hell is he going to do with those?!

Alecia Matthews: I don't even want to know. Seriously. I don't want to know..

Schneider climbs to the apron. And Josh Dean is to his feet! He charges at Schneider. A big shoulder tackle and Schneider sails off of the apron, falling flat on the arena floor into the injection needles! He rolls over and it's clear he didn't just land in them.. They penetrated. There's a needle piercing the back very clearly and one through the fat of the left arm. And several more fall out as he rolls off of the bed of penetration.

Alecia Matthews: BRRRRRRRRRRAHHHH.

Samael Ahriman: Take your headset off, for god's sake! Alecia Matthews is vomiting at the commentary table. It's come to this.

Dean stands up. He looks over the top rope at what he's done... and he doesn't seem to care. He rolls out of the ring, careful not to step on any needles. The referee follows, similarly tip toeing. Schneider has quickly scrambled under the ring.

Josh Dean: You coward, come back. Say you respect me. Let's end this.

Dean grabs Schneider by the foot. He pulls him from under the ring.. and Schneider draws a katana.

Samael Ahriman: HE'S GOT A SWORD! Who does he think he is, Michonne?

Dean quickly back peddles. And he slips in the needles. He falls. He's sitting on his butt. Schneider stands up. Josh Dean is frozen in fear.

Phillip Schneider: This.... ends now..... you say it. Or I chop your f*cking..... head off......

Schneider stalks after Dean. He points the referee to Dean. Dean's staring down at Schneider. The light reflects off of the blade. Schneider draws the blade back. At the last possible chance, Dean says the three words.

Josh Dean: I respect you.

Schneider smiles. A sick, perverse smile. He brings the blade down to his side. The bell sounds.

Samael Ahriman: Thank God..

Christa Adina: Your winner of the respect match, Phillip Schneider..

Schneider makes his way towards the backstage area. There's carnage all around him and he's walking away with the sword in his hand.

Alecia Matthews: Too far. WAY too far. Never again. Seriously. If it happens again, I walk.

Samael Ahriman: We'd like to apologize to our fans at home, we had no idea it was going to go this far.. and this is NOT what we promote with the WFWF. This... this was something entirely different.



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