WFWF presents The Clash

Alecia Matthews: Welcome back everyone. What a way to kick off The Clash, but we’re not done there, not by a long shot.

Cameron Stone: That’s right Alecia, coming up next we have the first title defence of the evening.

Alecia Matthews: Fans as we move on with the Clash and get set for our National Championship match between Ante Witner and Shapiro, we want to take you back to Takeover, where Nikki Dean, the National Champion at the time, suffered a gruesome broken arm that left her unable to continue. Take a look.

WFWF Takeover
October 2, 2014

Nikki's back up and she spins, looking for the discuss lariat and Axel ducks at the last second. NIKKI SMASHES HER RIGHT ARM INTO THE POST! HOLY SH*T THAT SNAP SOUNDED LIKE A GUNSHOT GOING OFF! The refs count is at 7 as Axel slides into the ring. Nikki holds her arm, but she's trying to beat the count. She grabs the bottom rope to pull herself up, but her arm gives out as she collapses to the floor!

The video cuts back to the announce desk.

Alecia Matthews: This is certainly an unfortunate circumstance as Nikki was forced to vacate the National Title due to injury. But joining us right now via satellite from her home in Atlanta is the former WFWF National Champion Nikki Dean. Nikki, thanks for joining us.

The titantron comes up and in front of the camera is not Nikki, but instead her son Drake.

Drake: Hi London!

Crowd: HI DRAKE!

Drake: Is everyone having fun tonight?

The crowd erupts in cheers as Drake smiles. Nikki joins the shot.

Nikki Dean: Drake honey, go play with your brother while mommy does this interview.

Alecia Matthews: You certainly look busy with the kids, Nikki, so we thank you for taking time out to talk to us.

Nikki nods.

Alecia Matthews: Ok, the question on everyone's mind is how is rehab on your arm coming?

Nikki Dean: Well Alecia, I can tell you that I'm working hard in rehab, trying to get full range of motion back in my elbow and my wrist. I've been needing to stay disciplined in my schedule, and that's why I couldn't make the fight over.

Alecia Matthews: We certainly can understand that, and hope that you are able to come back soon.

Nikki Dean: That makes two of us. It's been very difficult not being able to go out in front of our great fans and entertain them these past few months.

Alecia Matthews: Now the doctors have said that you are looking at a four to six month window post surgery before being cleared. Is that still the timeline we're looking at here?

Nikki Dean: To be honest, I'm just looking at taking this recovery one day at a time. I knew with the age I came into this sport that I would have to be smart about nursing injuries. So I've been doing my best to recover, I just recently moved into a soft cast, and when the doctors clear me, you better believe I'll be back.

Cameron Stone: Nikki, it's Cam. Listen, our next scheduled bout is supposed to be for the National Title that you had to vacate. And Ante Witner has looked very impressive since winning the title. I'm just wondering can you pick a winner between him and Shapiro?

Nikki Dean: Well Cam, you are absolutely right in that Ante Witner has looked impressive since winning the title. But the way I see it, he isn't the real champion.

Nikki reaches down and picks up something raising the object into view, the crowd erupts at the sight of the WFWF National Title.

Her National Title.

Nikki Dean: I am. And while I may be injured, I'd like Ante Witner to be wise in remembering that. I only lost this title due to injury, not by being pinned or made to submit. So no, I'm not going to pick a winner because it doesn't matter if it's Witner or Shapiro. The winner of this match will have to live with knowing that their time as champion is borrowed and that they are a target upon my return.

Alecia Matthews: Strong words, and we look forward to the day you get cleared to come back. Nikki Dean, thank you so much for joining us.

Nikki Dean: Thank you.



“My Time” by Soil kicks in and shortly after 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.

Christa Adina: Ladies and gentlemen the following match is scheduled for one fall and is for the WFWF National Championship! Introducing first, the challenger, from Odessa, Texas, weighing 200lbs, he is The Hope Dealer, Shapiiiiiroooooo!

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 as they welcome him to his first show on this side of the Atlantic. Shapiro steps on the 2nd turnbuckle, looks out at the crowd as he raises both hands high into the air.

Like A Storm’s cover of “Gangster's Paradise” begins to play signalling the arrival of Shaprio’s opponent tonight. As the music begins to play, grey smoke fills the stage and surrounds Ante Whitner, who walks out wearing an unzipped black hoodie that displays the National Championship around his waist. He looks up with a smirk on his face that quickly turns to an angry, confused look. He pulls the hood down and shouts, beating on his chest before making his way down the ramp.

Christa Adina: And his opponent, hailing from Yonkers, New York, weighing 225lbs, he is your WFWF National Champion, Anteeeeee Whitneeeer!

Ante slides into the ring and runs the ropes a couple of times before pulling his hoodie off and shouting in Shapiro’s face;

“Are you with me or not?"

Alecia Matthews: Well one thing’s for sure this Whitner is one intense competitor. He never fails to bring emotional electricity to his matches.

Ante hands the belt over to the referee but keeps a close eye on him as he holds it aloft for the whole crowd to see. The referee then shows the belt to Ante and as he goes to show it to Shapiro Ante’s eyes widen.

Cameron Stone: He almost seems paranoid that someone might run off with his belt while he isn’t looking. He’s nuts.

Shapiro reaches out and touches the face of the championship and Ante loses it. He barrels forwards and throws a huge elbow at Shapiro, going right through the referee himself. Shapiro was able to see him coming over the ref’s shoulder and dodges but the referee is out cold on the mat.

Alecia Matthews: The bell hasn’t even been rung and already the referee is flat out. This does not bode well.

Ante is swinging for the fences but Shapiro continues to duck and weave, avoiding the shots but not having time to throw any of his own. Eventually The Hope Dealer sees an opening and, dodging another forearm shot, hits a jumping knee that rocks Ante’s head back.

Cameron Stone: Well it seems Ante’s anger may have cost him as the first connection of the match goes to Shapiro.

With Whitner stumbling back Shapiro runs at him and hits a kitchen sink knee that doubles Whitner over. Shapiro then drives his head into the mat with a ddt and goes for an early cover but before he gets down Whitner sits up. Shapiro is up to his feet and delivers a hard kick to the chest of Ante that lays him back down. Whitner quickly sits back up and shouts at Shapiro who delivers another solid boot to the chest of Ante. Once again Ante falls back but sits straight back up.

Alecia Matthews: Whitner seems to be willing Shapiro on.

Cameron Stone: I don’t know how wise it is begging your opponent to kick you as hard as he can.

Shapiro goes for a third kick but Whitner falls back before it connects, leaving Shapiro spinning the whole way around. Whitner school boys Shapiro but rolls him the whole way through and as Shapiro wobbles backward on his feet Ante springs to his own and throws himself at Shapiro connecting with a diving elbow that rings Shapiro’s bell.

Whitner hauls Shapiro to his feet and then hoists him into the air with a standing vertical suplex, only to drop him straight down with a brainbuster. Whitner only now realises the referee is face down on the ground and he rolls out of the ring, shoving the time keeper from his chair as he grabs it. Ante folds up the steel chair and slides it into the ring, following after it himself.

Alecia Matthews: This is what I was talking about. As soon as the official is down you can’t expect things to go any other way.

Shapiro is up in the corner and Whitner runs at him with the chair over head. He swings the chair but again Shapiro dodges an attack fuelled by rage and the chair bounces off of the top rope and back into Ante’s face. Shapiro then grabs Whitner’s arm and jumps back hitting The Damage Plan (Lost In The Woods). Whitner falls to the ground and Shapiro goes for a cover but the ref is still down. The whole crowd counts along with The Hope Dealer.

… 1 …

… 2 …

… 3 …

But it means nothing as the ref hasn’t officiated the count.

Cameron Stone: Shapiro has this thing won! He must be so frustrated right now. He has to get that ref to come to his senses.

Shapiro gets back to his feet and moves over to the ref, trying to rally him. In the time Shapiro wastes here, checking on the condition of the downed ref, Whitner rises to his feet and clatters Shapiro over the back with the chair, drops it to the floor and then hits Suicidal Deity onto the chair! Whitner collapses onto Shapiro and covers him and after a few seconds the referee, thanks to Shapiro’s help, moves away from the ropes and counts:

… 1 …

… 2 …

… 3 …

Christa Adina: Here is your winner and STIIIIILL WFWF National Champion, Ante Whitner!

Alecia Matthews: Well that was chaos from the start, but you’ve got to believe Shapiro will be crying foul.

Cameron Stone: Not the cleanest of wins but a win all the same and when you’re the champion that’s all that matters. Wait, what's this?

The camera turns from the ring to catch sight of a huge hooded man jumping the guard wall with a baseball bat in his hand. He slides into the ring, spins the bat 360 degrees in one hand and then takes a full force swing right at Ante Whitner's rib cage as he holds the National Title overhead in celebration.

Alecia Matthews: Who is this? Attacking the National Champ after his match is over!

Ante bends double and drops the belt and the anonymous attacker puts his head between his legs. He then reaches up and rips his hood down revealing his identity.

Cameron Stone: It's Devilkiller! He's back and it seems he wants what Ante Whitner has!

Devilkiller lifts Ante into the air and plants him with The Devil's Coffin. He then drags Shapiro up to his feet before tossing him out of the ring and calling for a mic.

Devilkiller: No one thought I'd be back did they?

The fans give a small pop for the longest reigning National Champion.

Devilkiller: And I think you know why I'm back. You see, I've seen this National Title division go down to hell for the past few months. I've seen people leave and people come, but none have stayed like I have.

The fans pop again, dying down as Devilkiller gives a half hearted smile.

Devilkiller: So, without further ado, let me announce: I am back, and Whitner, I'm coming after that National Championship. If I were you, I would watch your back. You're a dreamer, Ante. You dream big dreams and imagine that you will live life as being the big top dog, imagine that you're the champion forever. Think that. Keep dreaming, that's about all you have left. As for me,

Devilkiller pauses, looking around at the fans as they cheer the so called "Creator Of Hell"

Devilkiller: As for me, I'm a realist. And the reality is I'm the better man, and I will prove to you that I am. Watch your back. We're FAR from done.

Devilkiller drops the mic and steps out of the ring, walking up the ramp as "Southtown" by The Ghost Inside plays over the speakers to a chorus of cheers and applause.

As Devilkiller makes his way to the back WFWF officials help move Shapiro and Whitner from ringside. The camera cuts to a head on shot of our commentators.

Alecia Matthews: Well now! That was an uncalled for display of aggression but I think it’s fair to say Devilkiller is back, and he’s going straight after the National Championship, no matter who’s waist it’s around.

Cameron Stone: We’ve not seen him in a WFWF ring for some months but I’m excited to see what happens over the course of the next few weeks regarding this unprovoked attack. I know Ante Whitner's not going to be happy about having his thunder stolen after that victory, and something tells me that Shapiro will have a bone to pick with a man who had to cheat to defeat him.

Alecia Matthews: Speaking of attacks, the following feud has been full to bursting with them. Ever since they first met at Madison Square Garden Joe Bishop and Dave Demento haven’t been able to keep from beating the living hell out of one another.

Cameron Stone: Tonight they finally get the chance to settle their differences. Let’s hand it over to Christa Adina with the introductions.



Christa Adina: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is a Falls Count Anywhere match for the WFWF International Championship.

The WFWF fans are in a buzz as the members of Heavy Metal band Metallica make their way to the top of the stage. Musical instruments are bunched together on stage as the group is met with extreme fanfare.

James Hetfield: London! Luck Runs Out!

Following his declaration, Hetfield leads the band, also consisting of Robert Trujillo, Lars Ulrich and Kirk Hammett, to a very heavy onslaught of drums and the revving of guitars. The fans all go wild for the wicked beginning of the song, leaving lighters and cellphones high up in the air for all to see.

James Hetfield: Luck runs out!

A still image of Joe Bishop’s victory over Yukio Blaze at SuperBrawl is shown on the screen to the left of the band. With a few more guitar riffs, the matches that followed Bishop’s win are shown in still images, leading up to the match graphic showcasing Dave Demento vs Joe Bishop in a cage match live in Madison Square Garden.

James Hetfield: Crawl from the wreckage one more time.Horrific memory twists the mind. Dark, rutted, cold and hard to turn. Path of destruction feel & burn.

The image on the left screen is now replaced with a bloodied Dave Demento, complete with literal salt in his wounds, with the International championship high up in the air following the brutal cage match.

James Hetfield: Hunt you down without mercy.

A video clip of Joe Bishop attacking Dave Demento is played on the screen. Bishop lays big Dave out in the trainer’s room with a devastating lead pipe! A bloody Dave Demento is out cold on the floor, until his fellow SOS members come in and find him.

James Hetfield: Hunt you down all nightmare long.

The video quickly transitions to Dave Demento signing autographs with his International championship nearby, at the arena bar in Indianapolis. As he finishes up an interview with Daniel Knight, Joe Bishop once again looks for the advantage but his sneak attack is countered as Dave sends him running for the hills.

James Hetfield: Feel us breathe upon your face.

Another transition where it is now a clip from behind The Final Revolution during their attempt at commentary in Hamilton, Ontario. Joe Bishop watches intently the match in progress between Demento and Daniel Kirkbride, as if he was scouting his upcoming opponent.

James Hetfield: Feel us shift every move we trace.

Another clip of Hamilton, as Dave Demento is cutting a promo center ring where he motions to the replay of his return. During the initial beginning of The Final Revolution, a returning Demento stepped up to the challenge and proved he is not scared of the group and will help Lila Sleater in her mission to stop them from destroying her company.

James Hetfield: Hunt you down without mercy.

The video now displays Dave Demento delivering a huge Viking Spear to the carcass of his foe. Bishop lays in a heap on the ring mat, writhing in pain from the devastating maneuver.

James Hetfield: Hunt you down all nightmare long.

In regards to finishers, the video once again transitions to a clip of Joe Bishop performing a beautiful Decido Spiritus to the downed body of Demento.

James Hetfield: Luck runs out.

The video on the left screen shows Joe Bishop from earlier tonight warming up for his match, flanked by fellow The Final Revolution members Kyle Matthews and Jason Anders.

James Hetfield: You crawl back in.

The right screen now lights up in a flash as it shows Dave Demento taping his fists up from earlier tonight in preparation for the upcoming Falls Count Anywhere match.

James Hetfield: But your luck runs out.

Both screens freeze to showcase Dave Demento and Joe Bishop standing face to face, the champion on one screen and the challenger on the other.

Cameron Stone: Well folks, this is it. It’s taken a long time to get to this point but tonight we settle this rivalry once and for all between Joe Bishop & Dave Demeno.

Alecia Matthews: The atmosphere in here is electric Cam!

Darkness fills the arena, a silence sweeps across the sell out crowd. After about thirty seconds of complete silence, 'Lose It' blasts around Wembley Stadium, and Joe Bishop emerges as the entrance way. To call the response for the local wrestler 'mixed' would be a huge understatement, the London crowd clearly strongly divided over the Englishman who sweeps the arena, taking in the abuse and support that comes his way.

Christa Adina: Introducing first, the challenger, from Wimbledon, England, weighing in at 195lbs, representing The Final Revolution, Jooooooe Bishooooop!

The former International Champion begins to make his way down the ramp, not his usual focused self, instead clearly affected by the London crowd's response. The Englishman tentatively makes his way up the steel steps, enters the ring and stands perfectly still in the centre of the ring, the music fading, the lights returning and the response from the 90,000 strong English crowd intensifying. Bishop, having composed himself, begins to prepare for the biggest fight of his career.

The entire crowd cheers with surprise as England’s very own Brian Johnson steps out from backstage with a smile on his face as he waves to the crowd. The AC/DC lead singer joins Metallica on stage, as the fans continue to go absolutely bananas for the Brit.

Brian Johnson: Thunder!

To which the entire crowd replies with the famous ‘Na na nanana’. Johnson and Hetfield continue to rock out for the WFWF fans as the screens on both sides of them are illuminated by still pictures of Dave Demento clenching the International championship.

Alecia Matthews: Here he comes. Demento putting on a real show for the fans tonight with a live rendition of his theme music.

Cameron Stone: I just hope he hasn’t gotten too wrapped up in the fan fare of it all. He needs to stay focused. His championship status is on the line.

Brian Johnson: I was caught, in the middle of a railroad track… THUNDER!

Amidst the rock band rose the current WFWF International champion with the championship connected around his waist as he puts both of his fists in the air to a gigantic pop from the fans here in London. Demento steps down from the concert that is playing his entrance and makes his way to the top of the ramp. As he looks around the arena, smoke starts forming beneath him and rising to the roof, causing the current champion to be camouflaged by the clouds.

As the song continues to go on, from out of the smoke emerges Demento as he spits out a large cloud of the dark ashy substance he had sucked in. As he looks like a fire breathing dragon, the crowd continues to dance and sing away to the champ’s live entrance extravaganza.

Christa Adina: And his opponent, from Toronto, Ontario, Canada, weighing 270lbs, he represents the Saviours of Salvation and is your WFWF International Champion, Dave Dementoooooooo!

Demento makes his way around the ring to deal out some fives for those with their hands outstretched as he finally steps onto the ring apron.

Demento climbs up the outside of the rope, facing directly the hard camera, as he proceeds to raise one arm in the air clenching one fist at the same time. He keeps his head in that position for a few seconds before opening his eyes once more to look out into the sea of the Demented. The current champion climbs down from the turnbuckles and makes it into the ring, looking like a badass before his match could get underway.

Alecia Matthews: This has come so close to boiling over on a number of occasions but finally these two get the chance to prove who really deserves that title belt. Let’s go!

The referee signals for the opening bell as both champion and challenger make their way to the middle of the ring to engage in a stare down. Tension rises throughout the entire arena, not a single fan in London are on their seats as the place remains silent as the anticipation for the fight builds. Both Bishop and Demento trade some vulgar words to each other until Demento throws the first punch which causes the place to explode with excitement.

Cameron Stone: This match has been sponsored by Devil's Blood hot sauce. Yummy.

Bishop retaliates with a right hand of his own as the two blood rivals continue to unleash devastating blows to each other's face. Demento with a left, Bishop with a right. The two men continue to duke it out until Demento ducks a punch and tackles his foe to the ground. Demento unleashes some wicked forearm strikes to the downed Bishop and mounting him for the pinfall.

...One…

Demento shakes his head as he lifts Bishop's shoulders off the mat. The International champion rises to his feet as Bishop gets to his knees and hooks his arm between Dave's legs to deliver a huge low blow to the champion.

Cameron Stone: It’s all legal folks. Anything goes under this match stipulation.

Dave crumbles to the mat in pain as Bishop rises to his feet with a smirk. Bishop exits the ring as he flips the ring mat up and searches for a weapon to use. He ponders the various miscellanea under the mat until he decides to pull out a steel chair from under the ring. The fans react mildly at the weapon selected, as Bishop enters the ring and swings it behind his head. Demento has returned to action as he swiftly kicks Joe in the gut, forcing Bishop to hunch over and drop the chair. Dave returns to his feet and grabs Bishop into a powerbomb before slamming him down onto the mat!

Bishop bounces off the ring mat with a thud and rolls out of the ring upon impact. The revolutionary crawls his way to the end of the entrance ramp before standing up and walking up the ramp. The fans cheer on the current champion who ditches the ring and chases Bishop up the ramp.

Alecia Matthews: Well this is what we were expecting. This fight is going to go all around this stadium and beyond.

Cameron Stone: The staff backstage better stay out of their way.

The revolutionary walks backstage through the gorilla position with Demento chasing him from behind. Bishop stumbles down the stairs before Dave blasts him from behind with a forearm smash to the back of the head that forces Bishop to fall to the concrete floor. Joe crawls away for a bit while the current WFWF International champion commences the chase.

Demento bends over to pick Bishop up by the hair, but the former WFWF International champion brings his leg out to kick Dave's knee, forcing the much larger Demento to fall to a knee. Bishop returns to his feet as he clutches Dave by the hair and throws him face first into the vending machine next to both men.

Cameron Stone: Great use of your surroundings by Bishop there.

Dave bounces off and falls to the floor, clutching his head, as Bishop begins to deliver boots to the downed Dave's midsection. Bishop looks at his work before falling to the floor to attempt a pinfall backstage.

...One...

...T...

Dave gets his shoulder up as Bishop rolls off and makes his way back to his feet. The revolutionary searches the area for some sort of weapon, as he walks down the hallway. However, Dave has returned to his feet and he has grabbed a sledgehammer. Bishop turns back around to witness Demento clutching a sledgehammer in his hands before taking off down the hallway, wanting nothing to do with the hammer.

Alecia Matthews: Honestly I think running is his best option right now.

Cameron Stone: He need to get that hammer out of Demento’s hands!

Bishop turns the corner and pushes open a door as he walks out into the snowy city of London. Demento is on the pursuit with the sledgehammer in hand. Bishop sprints his way down the street to Wembley Way. Demento continues to lug around the hammer as the referee follows both men. Bishop jumps into one of the trash cans as Dave finally makes it near him, twirling around trying to find where Joe could be hiding.

Dave Demento: Come out from wherever you are, you son of a bitch!

Dave spots the trash can as he takes a moment before looking inside of the bin, but he is met with a liquid being thrown right into his face! Bishop exits the trash can as Demento rubs his eyes, blinded by the liquid. Bishop decides to run at Demento and hits him with a clothesline. Demento falls backwards into the snow as Bishop follows for another attempt at a pinfall.

...One...

...Tw...

Cameron Stone: Bishop using his wiles to disarm Demento but I don’t think he was ever going to pin the champ like that.

Demento once again gets the shoulders up as Bishop questions the referees count speed. As Joe isn't looking, Demento rises to his feet and clutches the sledgehammer again. Blinded a bit, Demento swings the hammer as Bishop narrowly avoids being struck. The revolutionary continues to walk down Wembley Way, as Demento recuperates his vision.

As if a bull saw red, Demento quickly makes chase to Bishop until Joe opens a random car door and enters the vehicle. Bishop locks the door behind him as Dave walks up to the side of the car and swings the hammer over head and smashes the top of the car.

Alecia Matthews: Jesus! Demento is hell bent on destroying Joe Bishop, even if he has to fight through the chassis of a car to get to him.

Cameron Stone: I’d have gone for the window personally.

Bishop starts the engine as an infuriated Dave Demento launches the sledgehammer through the back window of Bishop's car as it drives off into the snowy streets of London.

Cameron Stone: He must have heard me.

As Joe drives off into the distance, Dave Demento opens the door of another car and speeds off in pursuit. Having to do their jobs, the referee and the cameraman both enter their own car and follow the two competitors flying down the road.

That is until the camera feed cuts out as the three cars all drive around the streets of London.

Alecia Matthews: Well ladies and gentlemen we’ll return to the International Championship action once we get a camera feed again. Until then let’s cut to a commercial break. Don’t go changing.

Alecia Matthews: The fans here in London have been electric as we march closer to our Heavyweight Championship main event!

Cameron Stone: And we have Phillip Schneider and Penny Shannon squaring off still to come.

Alecia Matthews: It seems we're about to enter our hardcore segment of the show with a deathmatch followed by a No DQ.

Cameron Stone: That ring mat is going to be red before the night is through. I can't wait for this next one!

Alecia Matthews: It's a bit of an odd situation that needs to be addressed. Ever since his International Title loss at SuperBrawl, Yukio Blaze has not competed at all. But it hasn't stopped the Hall of Famer from making an impact when he shows.

Cameron Stone: And the way he's shown has been interesting to say the least, with his ominous #3Wishes vignettes. Things started to get a little more interesting when he started explaining what those wishes were.

Alecia Matthews: Let's go back and take a look at how we got here tonight. It is truly a unique situation here. Josh Dean has went on record of giving Yukio a lot of credit for showing him the company's dynamic when he first arrived in WFWF back in 2007.

Cameron Stone: That must seem like a lifetime ago to these men.

Alecia Matthews: It was, depending on who you ask. At first, Josh seemed reluctant to accept this match, but the slap heard around the world at Black Friday suggests that The Architect of SOS will not lie down for the Hall of Famer. For Yukio Blaze, he's calling his shots and has a chance to turn back Josh Dean here tonight! He said that Josh has ruined his mystique left by the lengthy abscene by coming back and "under performing." In response to that statement, Josh went personal, attacking Yukio's heart and citing a crucial loss to Thunder for the World Title as the night Yukio stopped trying. Talk about a volatile situation forming as these men prepare to go into this Death Match.

Cameron Stone: If you're a fan of hardcore wrestling and bloodbath, don't touch the remote! This match is going to get messy.

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



The lights darken throughout the arena. The sight of camera and phones firing off gets the crowd pumped. The crowd starts to chant his name. The familar sounds of a violin and soft drums hits the PA system as static starts to overlap the very peaceful music. The fans start to sing and chant HIS song.

The familiar harmony to Miseria Cantere fills the arena with the distorted crowd singing behind it. Pyro shoots from the ring post as the music stops and the lights come back on.

Guitar Riffs play over and over until the famous lyrics of the Clash Start to fill the arena. "Death or Glory" fills the arena as the spotlight shines up to the audience with Yukio in the crowd singing the song. He has a smile on his face as the crowd that has been against him for the past few weeks are now with him.

Christa Adina: The following contest is a DEATH MATCH! Introducing first, from Flint, Michigan, weighing in at 230 pounds. He is a WFWF Hall of Famer, "Your Random Hero" Yukio Blaze!

He isnt wearing any traditional wrestling outfit but rather a pair of torn jeans and a punk themed denim vest with his hands tapes black.

He sings.
The crowd sing.

Its just an amazing scene as he inches his way through the crowd to the ring. He gets to the barricade and signals for the music to cut and in perfect harmony, the entire arena is singing "Death or Glory" without any background music.

Yukio makes it to the ring and stands there in the middle amazed at what is happening right now.

Smoke fills the entrance way and the lights dim as the familiar funeral organs and digging sounds start along with the lyrics.

I ain't gonna eat, I ain't gonna sleep
Ain't gonna breathe, til I see, what I wanna see
And what I wanna see, is you go to sleep, in the dirt
Permanently,


A spotlight shines in the entrance way as a man with a Jason mask comes out on the stage. A black hoodie covers his head so we can't see his face.

You just being hurt, this ain't gonna work For me
It just wouldn't be, sufficient enough
Cuz we, are just gonna be, enemies
As long as we breathe, I don't ever see, either of us coming to terms, where we can agree


The spotlights turn to strobelights as he makes his descent to the ring, barbwire baseball bat in tow.

There ain't gonna be, no reason, speakin wit me you speak on my seed, then me, no speakin Englais
So we gonna beef, and keep on beefin, unless you're gonna agree, to meet with me in the flesh


The sauntering walk down the ramp raises the lights as the man flips the bat head up on his shoulder and he stares straight ahead at the ring.

And settle this face to face, and you're gonna see a demon unleashed in me, that you've never seen
And you're gonna see, this gangsta pee on himself I see you D-12, and thanks, but me need no help me do this one all by my lonely, I don't need fifteen of my homies when I see you, I'm seeing you, me and you only


He stops at the bottom of the ramp and takes the hoodie off his head, before taking the bat and pointing it in Yukio's direction.

We never met, but best believe you gon' know me when I'm this close, to see you exposed as phony
Come on, bitch, show me, pick me up, throw me lift me up, hold me, just like you told me you was gonna do


He climbs the stairs and looks at Yukio before taking the Jason mask off and revealing himself.

Christa Adina: And his opponent, representing the Saviors of Salvation, from Atlanta, Georgia, weighing in at 225 pounds. He is "The Franchise" Josh Dean!

That's what I thought, you're pitiful
I'm rid of you, all you, Ja, you'll get it too!


Josh climbs to the second rope on the outside and he throws the Jason mask into the crowd, pointing the bat in Yukio's direction. He climbs down, sitting the bat down on the apron as he climbs in the ring.

Now go to sleep bitch!
Die, motherer, die! Ugh, time's up, bitch, close ya eyes
Go to sleep, bitch! (what?)
Why are you still alive? How many times I gotta tell ya, close ya eyes?


Josh spins as he enters the ring before adapting his trademark spread arm pose. To the crowd's delight.

And go to sleep bitch! (what?)
Die motherer die, bye, bye, motherer, bye, bye!
Go to sleep bitch! (what?)
Why are you still alive? Why, die motherer, ah, ah, ah...
...Go to sleep bitch!


The music fades as Josh takes off his hoodie and tosses it into the crowd.

DING DING!

Alecia Matthews: And we are underway!

Yukio and Josh walk toward the center of the ring and stare each other down. The crowd is building in anticipation as these two veteran warriors stand toe to toe. Both men are jawing at one another and Yukio returns the favor from Black Friday with a hard slap to the face!

Alecia Matthews: You can tell Yukio Blaze has been waiting to do that!

Josh's head whips around and he smiles, knowing that he has finally elicited an emotion from "Your Random Hero". He turns to face Yukio once again. He smacks himself in the face, and even through the crowd's building roar, you can still hear Josh getting into Yukio's face and yelling.

"Hit me again, b*tch!"

Yukio responds in kind with another brutal slap to the face. The slaps leaves a hand print on Josh's face and Josh returns fire with a hard slap to the face of Yukio Blaze! He rubs his cheek and swings at Josh wildly. Josh ducks the punch and wraps Yukio up with a rear waistlock before switching to a side head lock. Josh drops his weight and takes Yukio to the mat with the side headlock takedown. Yukio looks to create space, and he gets it by crossfacing Josh. Yukio uses the space to swing his leg over Josh's head and forcing him to the mat. Josh spins onto his head and pushes his head free and looks to take Yukio's head off with an early roundhouse kick. Yukio ducks it and scrambles to his feet, drawing a smirk from Josh.

Alecia Matthews: Kind of an auspicious start to this match as both men look to feel each other out.

Cameron Stone: There's two schools of thought when you go into a hardcore match environment. One is to bludgeon the guy to death quickly, the other is to conserve energy for when the toys come out.

Alecia Matthews: Which one did you prefer during your career?

Cameron Stone: Quick. No use sitting around and waiting for the other guy to bring the weapons out. But then again, I am sitting here with you as opposed to being in the ring.

Josh motions Yukio to his feet, and Yukio obliges by climbing to his feet. They circle and tie up, no Josh ducks under, grabbing Yukio in a rear waistlock. Josh picks Yukio up and plants him face first into the mat! Scrambling around Yukio's back, he grabs the neck and locks in a front chancery. Yukio looks to push up to his feet but Josh forces him down to the mat and fishes for an Anaconda Choke. He cups the bicep and rolls Yukio onto his side, looking to interlock the legs. Yukio creates space, but Josh knee slides across the stomach, landing in full mount! Yukio bucks his hips, but Josh sticks to him like glue and tees off with a massive ground and pound flurry! Hammerfists, punches, and massive elbows rock Yukio's head back to the mat as he attempts to cover up. He gives up his back and Josh looks to flatten him out and set up a rear naked choke, but Yukio shrugs Josh off and returns to his feet in the scramble. Josh is up to his feet and Yukio looks to throw and open hand slap. Josh ducks it and slaps the taste out of Yukio's mouth!

Crowd: OOOHHHHHHH!

Alecia Matthews: It's funny, a slap really gave this match new intensity after their confrontation at Black Friday.

Cameron Stone: Josh is trying to punk Yukio Blaze out, but it's too early to tell if it's working.

Yukio charges at Josh, and Josh hops over with a leapfrog. Yukio rebound and hurdles Josh as he looks for a dropdown. Off the second rebound, Josh scores with a beautiful standing dropkick to the point of the jaw! Yukio sprawls to the mat but he's right back up and runs into a deep armdrag from Josh, who holds onto the locked arm. Yukio rolls to a knee throws a punch to the body to release the hold. Up to his feet and Yukio scores with a right hand, that's answered by Josh with a stiff kick to the inside thigh. A big European Uppercut sends Yukio back peddling to the ropes. Josh methodically stalks Yukio and lands a big elbow to the side of the head, sending the Hall of Famer into the ropes. A whip into the corner and Yukio staggers out into the waiting arms of Josh, who drops him with a big pendulum backbreaker! Josh with the first cover of the match,

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Kick out by Yukio!

Josh stays on Yukio as he instinctively rolls towards the ropes and out of the ring. Josh is in pursuit and he grabs Yukio by the beard to turn him around and cracks him with a big right hand to the point of the jaw that sends Yukio staggering, before cutting him off and running him head first into the ring apron. Yukio goes to a knee and as Josh follows him, Yukio grabs Josh by the pants and pulls him head first into the post! Josh's head bounces off and Yukio, regaining his wits walks over to the announce table and picks up a steel chair. Yukio winds up as Josh gets to his feet.....WHAM! BIG CHAIR SHOT TO THE BACK!

Alecia Matthews: We see the first use of what is sure to be many weapons used in this match!

Cameron Stone: I don't think Yukio liked how the wrestling portion of the match was going. He's in there with a younger, faster and more active guy, so he needed to neutralize him.

Yukio slides the chair into the ring and grabs Josh by the hair, tossing him into the ring. Yukio slides under the bottom rope and stands over Josh, trying to stretch the ailing back out. Yukio stomps the lower back, raising Josh's head up before kicking him in the face, punt style. Josh rolls to his hands and knees, and Yukio grabs the chair, flipping it around and driving the top of it straight down into the lower back of Josh! Josh holds his lower back as Yukio takes the chair and places it in the corner, between the top and middle turnbuckle. Josh pushes himself to his feet and Yukio walks over to Josh and Irish Whips him to the corner. Josh jumps to the top rope and flips off as Yukio charges head first into the CHAIR! SH*T! Yukio staggers out of the corner and Josh drops him on the back of his head with a high angle back suplex! Cover,

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Yukio kicks out!

Josh is back to his feet and pulls Yukio up by the hair, only to take him down with a snapmare followed by a hard soccer kick to the spine. Josh rebounds off the adjacent ropes and connects with a low angle Yakuza Kick to the side of the head. Yukio hits the mat an immediately rolls for cover under the bottom rope, eventually to the floor. He tries to regain his wits and Josh walks to the ropes. He grabs the top rope and springboards up, jumping off and CONNECTING WITH A BEAUTIFUL SHOOTING STAR PRESS TO THE FLOOR! HOLY SH*T YEAH!

Alecia Matthews: JOSH DEAN TAKES FLIGHT!

Cameron Stone: I don't think I've seen him use that move since his return!

Josh is up, roaring with intensity and the London crowd loves it. He picks Yukio up and runs him head first into the apron, before grabbing a waistlock and driving Yukio back first into the retaining wall. Yukio arches his back and Josh wraps the head in a muay thai plum. Alternating knees to the body and head along the retaining wall and Yukio tries to break free but Josh won't let him. Short elbow inside staggers Yukio and Josh lunges in with a big flying knee to the jaw! Yukio is down and Josh walks over the ring and pulls the ring skirt up. The crowd livens up as Josh pulls out a kendo stick from under the ring. Yukio pulls himself to his feet and Josh lays into the ribs with a massive kendo stick shot!

Cameron Stone: I've been on the receiving end of many a kendo stick shots, and I can tell you they don't feel good!

Josh winds up and cracks Yukio in the back with the kendo stick. Yukio rolls away along the wall and Josh follows closely, wrapping the kendo stick around Yukio's neck and swinging backwards, driving both men into the wall with a side Russian Legsweep! Josh keeps the stick around Yukio for control and lands a second side Russian Legsweep into the wall! Yukio collapses to the mat and Josh walk him down. He raises the kendo stick over his head and Yukio desperately kicks him in the nuts! Josh drops the stick and falls to his knees as Yukio picks it up. A mighty swing and he BREAKS THE KENDO STICK OVER HIS HEAD! SH*T!

Yukio rolls Josh into the ring and looks for the cover,

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Josh kicks out!

Yukio has a deranged look on his face as he seems to be enjoying this dogfight he's finding himself in. He picks Josh up by the hair and steps behind with a hammerlock, before exploding into him with the brutal What a Twist (Hammerlock Clothesline)! Yukio grabs the dented chair, unfolding it and setting it up in the middle of the ring. Josh is up to his feet and Yukio crashes into him with a big running back elbow in the corner. Yukio with the Irish Whip into the ropes, Josh hurdles the chair as Yukio looks to face plant him into the chair. On the rebound Yukio picks up the chair and heaves it into Josh's face! Josh falls stiff legged against the ropes and as he stumbles forward Yukio takes him up tilt a whirl style into a catch, only to snap off a fallaway slam into the steel chair! Josh writhes around the mat in pain and Yukio drops down out of the ring. He pulls up the apron skirt to look for more toys.

Cameron Stone: Yay! More plunder!

Alecia Matthews: You seem to be enjoying yourself Cam.

Cameron Stone: I am, my body's not though.

Yukio pulls out two items, a table and.... is that a f*cking spool of razor wire?! SH*T JUST GOT SERIOUS! Josh sees the razor wire and immediately rushes toward Yukio before he has a chance to use the weapons. Sliding under the bottom rope, Yukio looks to catch Josh with a right hand, but is cut off with a pick and stick left hook! Yukio responds with a right hand and Josh grabs a single collar tie. HOCKEY STYLE! F*CK YEAH! Short uppercuts land for Josh, Yukio landing to the body with hooks. Josh goes baths*t with elbows to the temple, rocking Yukio's head. Yukio fights back with a knee to the body, then runs Josh shoulder and head first into the steel steps. The top half of the steps goes flying and Yukio turns his attention to the razor wire.

Alecia Matthews: Yukio has the razor wire, I don't want to know what he has planned.

Cameron Stone: Nothing good, Alecia. Josh better get that out of his hands before he gets shredded.

Yukio finishes wrapping the razor wire around the top rope then turns his attention back to Josh, who slides under the bottom rope only to be met with stomps to the neck. Yukio picks Josh up by the hair and runs his head against the razor wire! HE'S SLICED OPEN AND BLOOD IS POURING DOWN HIS FACE! WHOLE LOT OF CRIMSON COVERING THE MAT! Yukio releases and Josh and lands a kick to the ribs as he is draped over the middle rope. Yukio pulls Josh out and double underhooks the arms, lifting him and driving him across the knee with a backbreaker! Yukio runs his forearm across Josh's face as he goes for a lateral press,

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Kick out by Josh!

Yukio looks down at Josh as he struggles to catch his wits. Yukio measures Josh and charges in, looking for a Detroit Street Stomp (Curb Stomp), but Josh moves out of the way. Josh is woozy, the blood loss evident in big puddles on the mat as he falls into the ropes. Yukio whips Josh into the ropes and hits a running hurricanrana that sends him head over feet followed up with the Greetings from Michigan (Shining Wizard)! Josh is down and Yukio climbs out to the apron and measures Josh as he climbs to the top rope. FLY IN! NO JOSH CATCHES HIM ON HIS SHOULDERS! BUCKLE BOMB INTO THE RAZOR WIRE! OH SH*T!

Alecia Matthews: YUKIO'S BACK IS TORN UP! SOMEONE NEEDS TO STOP THIS!

The the gasps as he attempts to free himself from the razor wire. Blood runs down Yukio's back as Josh collapses to the mat. The mat is gaining more blood by the second as both men look for their second wind. Yukio manages to get himself free from the razor wire as Josh pushes himself to a knee. Josh doesn't see Yukio grab the chair, and eats a thrust to the stomach! Josh doubles over and Yukio double underhooks him. UNDECIDED FINISHER (ANGEL'S WINGS) ON THE CHAIR! COVER!

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KICK OUT BY JOSH!

Yukio is beside himself as Josh refuses to stay down! Yukio calms himself and goes to the outside and looks under the ring. He reaches in and pulls out a large canvas bag slides into the ring. He takes the bag and EMPTIES OUT THOUSANDS OF THUMB TACKS ONTO THE MAT! Josh starts to stir, but Yukio pulls him to his feet and locks him up, looking for the Trail Blazer. Josh fights off with elbows to the head and Yukio releases. Josh charges in and looks for a swinging neckbreaker, but Yukio spins through and throws a Superkick, NO IT'S CAUGHT! BOWS KNOWS (SPINNING BACK ELBOW) TO THE MOUTH THAT DROPS YUKIO!

Alecia Matthews: Josh scores with Bows Knows! Yukio is hurt!

Cameron Stone: He catches a lot of people with that strike, and that might be the opening he's looking for.

Yukio gets up holding his jaw and Josh hoists him to his shoulders. Chapter 11 coming, no Yukio slips out the back door and looks to push Josh into the razor wire. Josh reverses course and looks to lock up Yukio for the Franchiser, but Yukio spins out. Kick to the knee, Yukio charges off the ropes and Josh explodes into him with a big discuss clothesline! He picks Yukio up, reverse chancery. Bankrupt (Last Rites)! Cover,

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Yukio kicks out!

Josh shakes his head, seeing thag his attempt to end the bout was unsuccessful. He slides to the outside and grabs the barbwire baseball bat he came to the ring with. The crowd goes nuts as Josh slides into the ring and looks to measure Yukio for a final blow. He steps in and Yukio cuts him off with a second low blow! Josh drops to his knees and Yukio retrieves the fallen weapon. He looks to swing the weapon and Josh gives him a bit of turnabout in the form of his own low blow! Yukio drops to his knees, the bat in play. Josh lands a hard kick to the side of Yukio's head, before stepping down and cracking him with the bat to the other side of the head! OH SH*T!

Cameron Stone: This just in ladies and gentlemen, barbwire is not meant to stick out of a person's head. You ok, Alecia?

Alecia Matthews: Yeah, I'm just having flashbacks of Josh Dean's match with Phillip Schneider at the last pay per view.

Yukio Blaze is prone on the mat as Josh slides to the outside. He grabs the table and slides it into the ring. Blood is pouring down Yukio's head wind as he frees himself from the weapon, but this gives Josh time to set the table up, just above the thumb tacks. Josh then goes over to the ropes and begins to undo the razor wire from the top rope. Yukio gets to his feet and clubs Josh in the back with a double sledge. He turns Josh around. T.U.R.K COMBO, BUT JOSH CUTS HIM OFF BEFORE HE CAN LAND THE BIG KICK WITH A SPINNING BACK KICK! Josh hooks Yukio and looks for an Exploder suplex, but Yukio spins out and drops him with a release Dragon Suplex! Josh rolls and lands in the corner and Yukio follows him in. Yukio lifts Josh to the middle rope. He signals for the Billy Baroo as he climbs to the top. Josh grabs the arm and sacrifices with a FLYING ARMBAR IN THE RAZOR WIRE! Josh releases and falls to the floor, and Yukio pulls his arm free, taking large chunks from his arm as he pulls it out. The razor wire comes loose and Josh is on the opposite side of the ring. He climbs to the apron. Josh springboards to the top rope and jumps off, right into Yukio's waiting clutches. TRAIL BLAZER (URANAGE)! COVER!

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JOSH GETS THE SHOULDER UP!

Yukio has lost it! He picks Josh up, looking for a second Trail Blazer, but Josh fights off with a series of stiff elbows that open wound and Yukio immediately lets go. Yukio charges back in and Josh PLANTS HIM WITH THE RISE BOMB (SKY HIGH) THROUGH THE TABLE ONTO THE THUMB TACKS! YUKIO SQUIRMS ON THE MAT, HUNDREDS EMBEDDED IN HIS BACK! Josh realizes Yukio is hurt badly, but that the Hall of Famer is still willing to fight. Yukio gets to his feet and in an act of defiance slaps the taste right out of Josh's mouth. Josh shakes his head and drops Yukio face first with a reverse STO before chaining it together into the B.S.E. (Yes Lock)!

Alecia Matthews: Josh Dean has the B.S.E. locked in on the injured arm of Yukio Blaze!

Cameron Stone: This hold is painful enough on the arm and the shoulder, but Josh set it up a little earlier with that armbar in the ropes! Great strategy by Josh and Yukio is not going anywhere!

Alecia Matthews: I don't think he's done yet!

With the seatbelt grab around Yukio's waist holding him in place, Josh reaches over and grabs the razor wire. As he pulls it close, Yukio looks to cover his head, but a sharp elbow from Josh opens up the defenses long enough for him to wrap the razor wire around Yukio's neck! Josh grips with one hand on the wire, pulling it into Yukio's neck as he pushes down with his hips to put unbearable pressure on the shoulder. Yukio raises his hand, gritting his teeth and trying to fight it off, but can't as he's forced to tap out!

Alecia Matthews: Yukio Blaze has submitted and this match is over!

Josh releases the hold and out of blood loss exhaustion falls into the ropes. The ref comes over and raises his hand in victory.

Christa Adina: Here is your winner by submission, "The Franchise" Josh Dean!

Alecia Matthews: These two men bettered each other with no remorse or regard for safety, and in the end Josh Dean made good on his promise to prove he is the better man!

Cameron Stone: We'll be right back after these messages from our sponsors folks.

Christa Adina: Ladies and gentlemen it is now time for the main event of the evening!


The crowd erupt in cheers as they realize exactly what they’re in store for right now, a sure to be classic contest between the King of Demons Trace Demon and the WFWF World Heavyweight Champion Drakz.


Alecia Matthews: This is the one we’ve been waiting for all night people.


Cameron Stone: Two of the very best in the business going at it over the World Heavyweight Championship, what more could you want.


Christa Adina: This match is one fall to the finish and it is for the WFWF World Heavyweight Championship! Introducing first…


The sound of a bullet explodes through the arena before a very familiar theme begins to play, sending the arena lights shutting off one by one. As the opening chords of “Shoot the War Pigs” begins to blare across the arena six crimson spotlights switch on one by one, each shining down upon a different part of the arena in sequence. One by one each of the spotlights move to the tip of the ramp, combining and showing the first glimpse of the man behind the theme – Trace Demon, standing front and centre and clad in that memorable red leather jacket. As the song builds to a fever pitch and the rap kicks in he throws his hand up like a gun and ‘pulls the trigger’, mouthing “Boom” as a spectacular pyrotechnics display shoots off all around him. As the pyrotechnics come to a stop the lights in the arena turn back on, showing a proper look at the King of Demons. Tonight, he stands alone.


Christa Adina: Hailing from Hamilton, Ontario, Canada, weighing in at 230lbs and standing 6’4, he is the King of Demons, he is… Trace… Demon!


Alecia Matthews: Well this is surprising, Trace might actually be true to his word and wrestling this match solo.


Cameron Stone: We heard him earlier tonight say that he wanted to win this fair and square and prove everyone wrong about him and I don’t doubt that he means it.


Trace takes absolutely no notice of the deafening boos of the crowd, instead using the music to the focus on himself. He rocks his head to it as he stares down at the ring, getting himself into the zone as his signature smirk crosses his lips. He begins to make his way down towards the ring, still rocking his head to the music. Trace ignores the fans on either side of him as they reach out in a futile attempt to touch the owner of the WFWF. As he reaches the bottom of the ramp he heads up the steel ring steps, stops for a minute by the turnbuckle and then, with hands on the ropes, leaps up over the top rope to land perfectly with one foot on the top turnbuckle and the other on the middle. He throws his arms out wide as the crowd continues to boo, Trace Demon removing his leather jacket and throwing it to a stagehand below before leaping down to the canvas and leaning against the turnbuckle as he awaits the champion.


Alecia Matthews: Trace Demon is a former two time WFWF World Heavyweight Champion and has held just about every other title in this and other companies, but tonight might be his biggest test.


Cameron Stone: Oh yeah, Trace Demon knows that if he wants that third title reign he’s going to have to do what so many others couldn’t, he’s going to have to beat Drakz.


Christa Adina: And his opponent…


As Trace Demon stands in the centre of the ring, bouncing on his toes, the crowd’s boos subside and evolve into a chant:


“Let’s go Drakz! Let’s go Drakz! Let’s go Drakz!”


Alecia Matthews: Well this is truly something special folks. I’m sure you can hear the crowd at home but my word this is seriously loud!


Cameron Stone: He’s home!


After a good 20 seconds the lights in Wembley Arena finally shut off and the cheers are colossal.





A series of shrieks and feedback rip through the stadium’s PA system, building in a crescendo as a number of spotlights frantically scan the stage. As the scream of the intro reaches it’s peak it then cuts allowing the noisy guitar riff of MK7 to be heard. The moment the song itself starts all of the spotlights stop in the same place, right at centre stage, with Drakz now stood in the light. The crowd goes insane.


Drakz stands there grinning at his reception, scanning the stadium from top to bottom on all sides. All 84,385 fans cheer on their countryman as he undoes the WFWF World Heavyweight Championship belt from his waist and holds it over head with both hands, revealing his trunks. His shirt reads “DRAKZ IS MY B*TCH” whilst his trunks are a fully sequinned affair depicting the Union Jack. In true form the reveal of the trunks garners another pop and with the belt now slung over his shoulder Drakz begins to walk down the ramp.


Christa Adina: And now, making his way to the ring, from Leeds, England (more pop than a shipping container of Rice Crispies), weighing in at 226lbs, he is the reigning, defending WFWF World Heavyweight Champion, ladies and gentlemen please welcome The Streak Destroyer Destroyer Destroyer, Draaaaaakz!


Drakz weaves from side to side, with his hands outstretched allowing the fans to touch him but never breaking his gaze from dead ahead at his opponent Trace Demon.


Cameron Stone: This is intense Alecia. Considering how detached both of these men have been in the build up to the match I think it’s fair to say they both see one another as a threat.


Alecia Matthews: Absolutely Cam. It’s not always about hurt feelings in this game, sometimes it’s just about maintaining your place at the top of the mountain.


Drakz walks up the steel steps and onto the apron before making his way along the length of the ring to the opposite ring post. He mounts the second turnbuckle and holds the championship belt aloft with one hand as a lightning storm of camera flashes engulfs the entire stadium. Drakz, holding the top rope, steps over and jumps down into the ring, passing the belt to the referee without looking at him and marching right up to Trace Demon. The two men stand at exactly the same height, their faces perfectly level as they smile at one another, neither man willing to show any signs of intimidation. It’s Drakz who breaks away from the stare down first and with his music still playing climbs a different turnbuckle, pulls his KKK branded t-shirt over his head and throws it into the crowd. He then lowers himself back into the ring and cracks his neck before warming up, stretching his limbs against the ropes.


Alecia Matthews: This is what it’s all about here in the WFWF and these two know exactly what it takes to be a champion.


Cameron Stone: Drakz is your current champion, Trace is a two time former champion, yeah, these two know all about what it takes to win it and they’re going to show exactly what that is right here, right now.


DING! DING! DING!


As the referee signals for the bell Trace Demon and Drakz both move forward to the centre of the ring, coming face to face and getting up close and personal, both of them talking trash and trying to get in the others head. Trace shocks everyone when he spits right in Drakz’s face and Drakz pushes him away, wiping the spit away and then nodding at Trace making it clear that the time for talk is done. The two ease in and are about to lock up when Trace throws out a kick that Drakz narrowly backs away from, Demon smirking as the two match gazes once more. This time Drakz charges in and the two men lock up, both wrestling for supremacy in the opening seconds. They wrestle back and forth with both trying to use their power to their advantage and it’s Drakz that seems to be the stronger as he pushes Trace back across the ring towards the ropes. Just as they reach the ropes Trace turns the tables, twisting them around and ending up with Drakz pushed up against the ropes. Trace pushes himself away, delivers a backhand pimp-slap right across the face of the World Heavyweight Champion that gets a gasp from the crowd as Trace backs away, again smirking.


Alecia Matthews: Can you believe the balls on Trace right there, all that’s going to do is rile Drakz up.


Cameron Stone: He’s trying to take the champ off of his game, wind him up so he’s not thinking straight but let me tell you from first-hand experience I don’t really think that’s going to work with Drakz.


Alecia Matthews: Of course if anyone is going to win a war of the minds with Drakz it’s going to be Trace.


Cameron Stone: Oh yeah, you can talk trash about him all you want but Trace is one of the smartest players in the business.


Again the two men move slowly to the centre of the ring and begin moving in for a lock up, their hands wrestling around each other as they try to be the one to get a firm hold. Suddenly Trace drops down and swipes at the leg, taking it out beneath Drakz who drops to his ass on the canvas. Trace goes in for a rear waist clinch but Drakz moves out of it, moving to his hands and knees to push himself up only for Trace to come in with a front chancery that Drakz again manages to slip out of before the challenger can do anything with it. As Drakz moves to his feet he finds Trace right beside him again this time going for a standing rear waistlock. Again Drakz manages to break the grip of Trace before it can be properly locked in only for Demon to pull him in for a side headlock that then sees Trace put a boot between the feet and flip Drakz over onto his back with a judo throw. Drakz hits the canvas back first but is quick to his knees expecting Trace to follow up. Only Demon doesn’t do anything but stand there nodding at the champion with that same arrogant smirk on his face.


Cameron Stone: And there it is more mind games from the challenger.


Alecia Matthews: Mind games yes, but admittingly also a great display of one of the reasons Trace is in a main event right there, he’s a great technician and there are very few men, if any at all, who can argue to be better than him at that technical game.


Drakz rises to his feet, visibly agitated at letting Trace Demon get the better of him in these opening encounters. Trace, still trying to raise the ire of Drakz and the fans alike, holds out his hand and signals for Drakz to bring it. Drakz does, the champion charging at Trace only for the King of Demons to lash out and hit a hard boot to the gut. The boot winds Drakz and lets Demon grab him by the head and literally throw him back first to the canvas. As Drakz hits it he sees Trace above him leaping him and going for a double foot stomp right down on his chest, a stomp that doesn’t connect as Drakz rolls out of the way and Trace lands on his knees on the canvas. Drakz is quick to his feet and throws a boot at the skull of Trace that the challenger manages to dodge out of the way off, rising to his own feet and throwing out a side, martial arts style kick to the ribs that the champion catches, holding Trace is place. This time Drakz drops down and sends Trace flying across the ring with a corkscrew takedown and, in a twist of fate, Trace looks up to find Drakz staring him down with a smirk.


Alecia Matthews: But of course if you want to talk about technicians Drakz is no slouch either as we’ve just witnessed!


Cameron Stone: No doubt, these two are very evenly matched and have very similar styles. On top of that they’ve fought before and they know each other’s style extremely well. This is going to be an incredible back and forth.


This time Drakz lets Trace up to his feet, the two men staring each other down both of them surprisingly grinning, realizing full well how much of a fight they’re in for. Again they move quickly and go in for a lock up, Trace ducking under the arm of the champion and driving his knee up into the ribs. A second stiff knee follows, slammed straight up into the mid-section of the champion as Trace pulls Drakz into a front chancery. Drakz is quick to react as he hooks both hands around Trace’s leg and shows off some impressive strength to lift Trace up by the hooked leg and drop him knee first across his own knee, Trace dropping to the canvas gripping his leg in pain. As Trace pushes himself up Drakz runs the ropes and drops in low with a dropkick right to the same knee. Trace again tries to push himself up to his feet only for Drakz to charge in and take him right back down with a chop block to the back of the same knee that draws a gasp of pain from the King of Demons.


Alecia Matthews: Drakz targeting that leg of Demon there and it’s a smart move, a lot of Trace’s heavy offence relies on being able to lift and throw his opponent around and if he can’t put pressure down then he can’t really do that.


Cameron Stone: If he loses his leg he loses the Demonstration of Hell, the Busaiku Knee Kick and of course that devestating Hellfire Overdose. Those are all match enders right there.


As Trace pushes himself to his knees Drakz moves in with two rough boots right down on the knee before dragging Trace up near the corner and delivering another boot right down on top of the kneecap. Drakz pushes him against the turnbuckle and then goes for an Irish whip that Trace counters, Drakz being the one who ends up hitting the opposing turnbuckle back first. Trace charges across the ring only to charge straight into an elbow that staggers him. A few swift right hands follow that send Trace back into the centre of the ring as Drakz backs up in the corner and then charges forward looking for a big lariat. Trace sees it coming though, the King of Demons ducking down, hooking Drakz in a fireman’s carry position and lifting it up but instead of a Samoan drop Trace lifts Drakz up and then brings him stomach first right across the knee. Drakz flops to the canvas gripping his ribs in pain while Trace knees, staring out at the crowd looking more energized than ever by this action.


Alecia Matthews: What a vicious gutbuster by Trace Demon and that’s certainly something new added to the arsenal for this match.


Cameron Stone: We always talk about the technical aspect of Trace’s game but let’s point out he’s actually more influenced nowadays by Japanese puro, he’s all about stiff strikes, mat work and hard hitting manoeuvres like that.


Trace grabs hold of Drakz by the hair and drags him up to his feet, hooking one arm backwards around the neck and delivering a takedown that leaves Drakz back first, Trace leaping up and this time connecting as he brings both knees onto the chest of the champion bringing his full weight down in one go. Trace quickly tries to follow up on the sudden blow as he hooks the leg for a pinfall…


ONE!


TWO!


KICK OUT!


Alecia Matthews: The first pin attempt of the match comes from Trace but it’s nowhere near enough to keep the champion down.


Cameron Stone: I don’t think Trace really expected to get the job done right there but he took a chance and that’s probably going to be the difference maker, whoever takes that one shot that pays off.


Trace rises up to his feet and begins stalking Drakz, walking around him as Drakz lifts himself up into a sitting position. Turns out Trace doesn’t much like that and moves in with a swift boot right the chest of the champion, pushing him straight back down to the canvas. With that he then grips him by the head and drags Drakz up onto his feet before driving his knee straight up into the ribs once more. The blow doubles the champion over and Trace proceeds to grab him and throw him straight through the ropes and onto the outside, Drakz hitting the ring apron but managing to end up on his feet. Trace slides out through the ropes and again stalks the champion on the outside as Drakz leans on the barricade to catch his breath. Trace grabs him, delivers one more knee up into the ribs and then turns Drakz around so he’s facing the barricade, lifts him up and drops him chest first across the security barricade which the front row watching seem to feel as they wince in pain.


Alecia Matthews: Well we know Trace has no problems taking the fight to the outside and with the challenger in firm control right now you’ve got to wonder how Drakz gets back into this.


Cameron Stone: Trace is at home out there as he is in the ring but let’s be honest, Drakz isn’t exactly the cleanest, fairest wrestler we’ve got around here.


Trace looks across to the steel ring steps and drags Drakz back up, going for an Irish whip. Drakz pulls off the counter and sends Trace hurtling towards the steps but in a moment of nostalgia for anyone still watching from 2013 Trace leaps up, places his boot on the edge of the very top of the step and leaps off. He twists in the air, hooks his hand around the head of Drakz and flips him head first into the padded floor with a DDT! Trace sits up, grabs Drakz by the head and drags him up, lifting him up and rolling the out of it champion under the ropes and back into the ring. Trace follows him and is quickly to go for the cover as the official starts to count…


ONE!


Alecia Matthews: Trace just drove Drakz’s head right into that floor and that could just get the job done!


TWO!


Cameron Stone: That floor might be padded but trust me it can do plenty of damage and I’ve seen more than a few concussions caused by exactly the kind of thing we just saw.


KICK OUT!


No! Drakz manages to get a shoulder up and kick out, the crowd cheering as their champion insists on fighting through the pain. Trace shakes his head in disappointment, as if he thinks Drakz made the wrong choice in kicking out in the first place. He rises to his feet, the King of Demons putting his boot right to Drakz’s face and insultingly pushing him. He walks around Drakz, repeating the insulting motion as he forces Drakz to come to and waits for him to try and get to his feet. Trace has enough of waiting and grabs the champion to pull him up onto his feet only for Drakz to strike out with a right hand that, while not particularly strong, catches Trace by surprise and sends back staggering backwards. A second right hand follows but this time Trace isn’t as surprised and strikes back with another thrust knee right up into the gut that hits with such force that Drakz is dropped down to his knees near the corner.


Alecia Matthews: Drakz trying so hard to get himself back into this but what does he really have to do when Trace seems to be firmly in control right now?


Cameron Stone: He’s got to find a weakness, he has to catch Trace off guard and then not let up otherwise we’re going to be seeing the end of his title reign here tonight.


Trace delivers a big Irish whip across the ring sending Drakz back first in the corner. Trace moves to the opposing turnbuckle and starts tapping his knee, signalling for the Busaiku Knee Strike and everybody knowing full well that if he hits it in the corner then he’ll likely put an end to things. Trace charges forwards but before he can get the knee up Drakz lifts himself up via the ropes and lifts both boots and simply lets Trace’s momentum carry him face first into them. Trace is sent backwards but as Drakz runs forwards to try and follow up the King of Demons strikes out with another puro style kick to the chest that sends Drakz flying backwards and leaves him sitting in the corner, only held up by the turnbuckle.


Alecia Matthews: And again Trace halts any chance of a Drakz comeback before it’s even began, I don’t think anyone thought this match was going to go like this.


Cameron Stone: Drakz has had his moments sure but in these opening five minutes it’s really been all Trace Demon.


With Drakz down in the corner Trace begins putting the boots in, driving his boot straight into the ribs which have become a focal point throughout this match. The boots have Trace’s signature sloppy swagger to them and nothing has more of that than what Trace does next. Placing his boot firmly against the throat of Drakz and lifting himself up with some help from the ropes to put all his weight down across the windpipe of the WFWF World Heavyweight Champion. Drakz struggles, trying to push Trace away but unable to do anything with the weight and he’s simply got to wait out the official’s count as Trace doesn’t risk a disqualification as he removes his boot at four. Trace nods at the referee as he warns Trace against that kind of behaviour and then goes for the boot again only this time Drakz grabs it as it flies, holding onto it as he powers himself up to his feet. Trace tries to throw out a right hand to once more stop Drakz’s momentum but this time the champion dodges, spins Trace around by the boot, turns, grips Trace around the neck and drops him with the Ace Cutter! As Trace’s face smashes into the canvas Drakz quickly rolls him over and goes for the cover…


ONE!


Alecia Matthews: And that could be just the move that Drakz needed to turn the tides in his favour!


TWO!


Cameron Stone: But will it really be enough to put Trace down, somehow I don’t think so.


KICK OUT!


No it won’t be enough as Trace gets a shoulder up at two to break the count and keep himself in the match. Drakz takes a moment to gather his bearings as he has been on the back foot for the last several minutes of the contest. Not wanting to waste too much time he grabs Trace by the hair and drags him up to his feet, driving a boot to the gut before going for an Irish whip across the ropes. Trace counters, spins Drakz around and sends him rebounding off of the ropes but it’s Drakz that still manages to strike first as he leaps up and catches Trace in the jaw with a flying forearm! The crowd erupt as Drakz ends up on one knee, breathing deeply. He gathers his wits, grabs Trace by the hair and pulls him up to his feet and towards the corner. Drakz pulls Trace into a front chancery and then yanks him back with a DDT that lays him out in front of the turnbuckle. Drakz rolls him over so he’s laid there back first and then rests with his back against the turnbuckle, looking around at the crowd. He seems to say hell to it, lifts himself up so that he’s stood on the middle turnbuckle and then leaps, coming down head first against the shoulder of Trace Demon with a diving headbutt! Drakz goes for the cover…


ONE!


Alecia Matthews: Another pinfall attempt by Drakz after an unlikely high flying move right there.


TWO!


Cameron Stone: He’s using whatever he’s got to to get the job done at this point.


KICK OUT!


But it’s not enough as Trace Demon gets a shoulder up at two once again. Drakz uses the ropes to help pull himself up onto the rope clutching his ribs from the punishing nature of this highly physical contest. He drags Trace up with him and drives a boot down into the knee once again turning his attention back to the leg of the King of Demons. A second boot to the knee follows as Trace is forced back against the same turnbuckle that Drakz just flew off of. Drakz grabs the arm and goes for an Irish whip but as has been the story of this match Trace turns the table and sends the champion crashing back first into the turnbuckle padding. Trace charges after him full throttle but Drakz uses the momentum of hitting the turnbuckle to bounce off and nail Trace with a momentum driven dropkick straight to the already injured knee that sends Trace flipping over and crashing onto his back and clutching his knee in pain.


Alecia Matthews: Drakz is straight back to that knee that he started working on at the start of the match and that right there is why he’s the champion.


Cameron Stone: Drakz is smart, he knows exactly what he’s doing and now that he’s getting himself back into the driver’s seat we might not have long to go before he’s holding that title up high.


Both men slowly work their way up to their feet but Trace has his back to Drakz, a clear mistake as Drakz charges forwards and takes Trace out with another huge chop block to the back of the already injured knee that again forces Trace to the ground. As Trace grips his knee in pain Drakz pushes himself to his feet and then dives in, trying to hook the legs for a prospective submission hold. As he tries to lock it in Trace flails, managing to pull himself backwards and grabbing hold of the ropes before the hold can be locked in and preventing it from happening as the official ducks in and forces Drakz to release Trace. Drakz does so but then delivers a boot straight across the spine of Trace before clutching the head and dragging him up. He pushes the challenger against the ropes and then goes for the Irish whip only for Trace to pull himself back, keeping hold of Drakz’s arm and pulling him in for a knee to the ribs. As Drakz clutches his ribs again Trace takes a run, rebounding off of the rope and on the return going for a boot to the skull but Drakz ducks underneath it. Trace halts his momentum and turns straight into another boot to the knee. This time it’s Drakz’s turn to run the ropes as the champion rebounds and… is caught right in the face by Trace’s boot. Trace isn’t done as he uses a sudden burst to spin around and clock Drakz with a Roaring Elbow strike. Drakz falls to the canvas but Trace follows him down, collapsing as his energy leaves him.


Alecia Matthews: What an elbow by Trace Demon and listen to this crowd, they’re absolutely loving this.


Cameron Stone: We’re seeing two of the best in the business put on a clean, proper hard hitting wrestling match and that’s what we all came to see.


Both men are down and the crowd are roaring to try to bring them to life, everyone here wanting to see this match continue. And rise the two men do, slowly climbing their way to their feet, Drakz clutching his ribs and Trace with an ever so slight limp. It’s all a question of who strikes first… and it’s Drakz! The champion strikes out with a boot to the knee, then a forearm to the jaw, Drakz runs the ropes, rebounds and… runs straight into a high knee straight to the gut courtesy of the King of Demons. Trace quickly pulls Drakz into a front chancery, flips him over and drives him back first with a snap suplex but doesn’t finish up there, fluidly rolling Drakz over onto his chest and then beginning to drive knee after knee into the champions side as he attempts to take all of the fight out of the champion.


Cameron Stone: A vicious rough neck beating from Trace Demon right there, that’s the puro aspect of his game coming out that he’s relied on heavily through this match.


Alecia Matthews: For Trace it has been much more about beating Drakz down that outwrestling him at times and it’s certainly been working for him so far.


With the knee strikes having incapacitated the champion Trace Demon yanks him back up onto his knees, clinching the back of the head and driving a few stiff knee shots straight into the forehead of Drakz that leaves him knocked for a serious loop. This works exactly the way Trace wants it to work, leaving him out of it long enough for Trace to drag him up onto his feet, pull him into a front chancery and then lift him up into a brainbuster position. Trace shows impressive strength to hold him up there for several seconds before bringing him neck first across the knee of the King of Demons with his signature D.I.E.D! Drakz looks damn well knocked out cold as he flops to the canvas but Trace is also left holding the injured knee having just put the weight of a man down upon it. He pushes through the pain to roll Drakz onto his back and hook the leg for a pinfall attempt…


ONE!


Alecia Matthews: That’s the Demon’s Incendiary Explosive Device, the D.I.E.D, and we’ve seen that put a few people away before.


TWO!


Cameron Stone: Drakz has taken a beating but keeps on ticking but is this… no!


TH… KICK OUT!


No is right as Drakz kicks out at two and a half showing the kind of heart that makes him a true champion. The crowd cheer loudly as Trace weakly sits up, showing the wear and tear of the match as he tries to shake some of the pain out of his injured knee. Drakz meanwhile holds his neck from the pain of the move and can do little as Trace rises up to his feet, limps a little bit and then just charges at Drakz, just throwing himself at the champion and driving his good knee straight into the ribcage of the home country boy. Indeed the crowd boo as Trace uses his boot to roll Drakz into the corner and then forces him into a sitting position against it, the King of Demons beginning to deliver some more hard boots direction at the chest and ribs of the defending champion. He makes his way over to the opposite side of the ring but a twinge in his leg gives Drakz a bit of time to pull himself up into a standing position just as Trace charges across the ring. Drakz dodges at the last minute, Trace hitting the turnbuckle chest first with some serious impact but not enough to wind him because as Drakz comes running at him Trace ducks down, hooks the legs and lifts Drakz up and just dumps him stomach first over the top of the turnbuckle.


Alecia Matthews: And still back and forth these two men go as we pass the ten minute mark, how much exactly do either of them have left in the tank?


Cameron Stone: Honestly if they had their way I think they’d both keep fighting until they were unconscious or dead. Actually thinking about it that might be exactly what happens.


With Drakz’s prone on top of the turnbuckle Trace takes a few steps back, lines it up and then charges forwards, leaping up and driving his knee straight into the side of Drakz’s ribs. The crowd let out an audible ooh at the vicious attack and Trace follows it up a second time, backing up, charging in and driving the knee straight into the side of Drakz’s ribs. Trace backs up for a third time and for a third time he charges in only this time Drakz manages to push himself off of the turnbuckle, Trace slamming into it knee first! The crowd roar as Trace grabs the ropes and limps somewhat, Drakz suddenly charging forwards along the ring apron and nailing Trace with a last gasp clothesline that has enough force behind it that it takes Trace clean out but also results in Drakz collapsing onto the ring apron.


Alecia Matthews: What a contest! These two men have absolutely given it everything they’ve got and we’re no closer to seeing a winner.


Cameron Stone: This is easily becoming a potential early contender for a match of the year candidate.


Drakz stirs first on the edge of the apron, gathering his breath as he drops down onto the floor holding onto the ring to keep his footing. He reaches into the ring, grabbing Trace by the foot and pulling him out, careful to make sure Trace doesn’t fall. Drakz pushes Trace against the apron and begins delivering a few hard boots right to the ribs and a final one straight down onto the injured knee, the apron being the only thing that stops Trace collapsing there and then. Drakz pulls Trace away and goes for an Irish whip but Trace counters and sends Drakz chest first right into the security barricade, Demon coming in straight behind him and nailing a leaping knee right into the back of the champion that sends him crashing to the floor, Trace only staying up thanks to grabbing hold of the barricade. A few seconds pass, in which Trace rolls in and then back out of the ring to break the count, before making his way over to Drakz and lifting him up onto the apron so that his body is inside the ring and his neck across the edge of the canvas face down.


Cameron Stone: Oh this is not going to end well for somebody.


Alecia Matthews: I think that could describe every part of this match so far.


Trace walks across to the security barricade and leans against before pushing off, charging forwards and leaping up to drive his knee straight into the side of Drakz’s skull. With Drakz again knocked for a loop Trace pulls himself up onto the ring apron, pushes his boot down on the back of Drakz’s head, rubbing it into the ring apron before backing up to the turnbuckle and charging forwards. Trace leaps up, goes to bring his knees straight down across the back of his head… but the champion moves! Trace goes crashing down knees first on the padded floor from a serious height and the crowd immediately begin of a chant of “holy sh*t” as Trace writhes around in pain on the outside.


Alecia Matthews: Quick move by Drakz to avoid that right there and that can swing the entire match on it’s head.


Cameron Stone: That’s the kind of split second decision that can continue a championship reign right there.


Drakz looks stunned that he had the energy to move but he doesn’t dwell on it, pushing through the pain and pulling himself out of the ring where Trace lies in agony, his knee feeling ripped apart as a result of his own actions. Drakz takes a few seconds to gain his footing on the outside before driving his boot straight down onto the knee of the King of Demons for good measure, the champion then gripping Trace by the hair, dragging him onto his feet and rolling him back into the ring. Drakz slowly follows after him as Trace tries to back away, crawling across the ring but to no avail as Drakz reaches his feet, comes right after him and again drives a boot down upon the leg. Drakz looks to take advantage of the work he’s been doing all match and goes to hook the legs only for Trace to throw his own legs up, wrapping them around the neck of Drakz and, before the champion can do anything to stop him, hooking his hands around the head to lock both the neck and arms into a gogoplata hold!


Cameron Stone: Trace Demon with the gogoplata from out of absolutely nowhere! Just like with that steel step DDT earlier we haven’t seen Trace pull this out in over a year!


Alecia Matthews: Trace knew that he’d have to pull something fresh out of the bag to beat Drakz, well apparently retro is in right now because it seems to be working.


The official ducks in to watch for the possible submission as Drakz struggles with the legs and arms of Trace Demon locked around his head and neck, the King of Demons squeezing hard as he tries to take all of the life out of the defending champion. Drakz refuses to tap out as he tries to wriggle free but Trace stretches his body out in such a way that Drakz loses his footing and ends up flat down on the canvas, trapped in the submission and with little leverage to do anything about it. He continues to fight, refuses to tap out and lose his title this way and as the crowd roar he struggles to make his way back up to his feet.


Alecia Matthews: Drakz is not going down like this, he won’t tap out, he won’t gift Trace the title like that.


Cameron Stone: But the danger in this hold is that if Drakz doesn’t find a way out of it quickly he might just pass out.


Drakz does look like he’s starting to fade out but he doesn’t let that stop him, if anything that knowledge that he might not have long left just spurs him on even more. He struggles his way to his feet, attempts to wriggle out of the hold, swaying his body left and right as he tries to loosen Trace’s grip. It begins to work as Drakz reaches his free hand in drives a fist straight into the injured knee. The first blow doesn’t break Trace though but Drakz doesn’t quit. He nails punch after punch to the injured knee and the pain is insurmountable, just a split second of weakness from Trace allows Drakz to get both arms in to hook the legs, twist the body in just the right manner to snap Trace’s grip and turn the body of the King of Demons over. In mere seconds Drakz has gone from being trapped in the gogoplata to having Trace Demon locked in a Texas Cloverleaf!


Alecia Matthews: The Texas Cloverleaf! Drakz has broken out a rarely used submission hold right here to try and break Trace Demon!


Cameron Stone: All that working of the leg might not have been just to stop Trace bringing out his big moves, Drakz is capitalizing and planned or not what a counter it is!


Trace now finds himself trapped and in incredible pain as his injured knee is twisted along with his back, Drakz putting as much weight as possible down upon Trace’s body with the submission. The official again gets in close to try and call any possible submission but just like Drakz there is no way Trace Demon is going to tap out, Drakz is going to have to break him. Of course the champion has no problem with that as he continues to lean back trying to rip the already injured knee right out of the socket. Trace, knowing he doesn’t have much chance of escaping, begins to pull himself and in turn Drakz across the ring to the ropes. Drakz just continues to put pressure down on the knee, hoping that Trace will break before he reaches the ropes… but no! Trace Demon makes it, Trace Demon makes it to the ropes and the official is straight in forcing Drakz to break the hold.


Cameron Stone: Great ring presence from Trace there, just when you think he’s done for he finds a way out.


Alecia Matthews: And a good thing too because I don’t think he could have lasted much longer.


Drakz is forced to break the hold and both men collapse to the canvas, Trace in pure agony and Drakz from exhaustion, he thought he had it there but still this match continues. Slowly both men stir, Trace using the ropes to pull himself slowly to his feet and Drakz pushing himself up of his own accord. With Trace’s back turned to him Drakz moves just that little bit quicker as he tries to pull Trace Demon’s head back to lock in the reverse chancery for the Rolling Cold. Instead as he pulls Trace towards him the King of Demons shows his viciousness as he throws a headbutt backwards and straight into the skull of Drakz, stunning him. Trace thinks he’s out of it only for Drakz to suddenly come forwards once again this time rolling Trace up, rolling through with Trace still in his grasp as he powers the challenger up and drops him with a German suplex otherwise known as the Churchill Suplex! Drakz bridges the Churchill Suplex for a pin…


ONE!


Alecia Matthews: What a move by Drakz and could this be the moment we crown a victor?


TWO!


Cameron Stone: Trace Demon was dropped hard just now, he’ll need to dig deep to continue…


THR… KICK OUT!


And he does dig deep as Trace Demon manages to lift a shoulder and force his way out of the bridge to escape the pinfall. Again both men end up on the canvas as Drakz looks surprised that Trace found a way out of it. He knows full well that he has to capitalise on Trace’s broken and exhausted state but finds it hard to get up himself at this point. He struggles to reach his feet but once he’s there he looks determined to end things, grabbing Trace by the hair and dragging him up onto his feet. He delivers a boot right to the gut and then hoists Trace up into a fireman’s carry as he looks to deliver Needle Damage… but a few choice elbows to the side of the head courtesy of the King of Demons leaves Drakz with little grip, the challenger slipping out the back, running for the ropes and as Drakz turns around Trace spins and catches him clean with a momentum driven Burning Elbow! Drakz drops to the canvas but Trace can’t manage to stay standing as his momentum carries him face first to the canvas in the process.


Alecia Matthews: Trace Demon narrowly avoids Needle Damage right there and now both men seem down for the count.


Cameron Stone: At this point in the match every action requires so much energy and force of will to pull off. This could end at any moment.


Both men remain down for several moments as the official checks on them. The crowd roar for the match to continue, at this point allegiances have been forgotten as they’re focused solely on witnessing this fantastic contest. The seconds tick by and slowly but surely Trace Demon and Drakz both begin to stir, these two warriors refusing to go down. They both reach their knees at the same moment, then both up onto a single knee and… then they stand, Drakz and Trace Demon staring each other down. Both are unsteady on their feet, neither knows exactly how much more they have to give but they’re about to find out the hard way.


Alecia Matthews: We see all kinds of matches here in the WFWF but this really is what it’s all about, two men going to war over the one thing everybody wants.


Cameron Stone: No better way to describe it than that.


Drakz moves first, nailing Trace with a forearm smash right to the jaw, Trace fires back with a forearm of his own. Drakz with a forearm, Trace with a forearm. Forearm after forearm connects as these two unsteady men continue to go at it. The crowd get dizzy from the back and forth of the forearms and it really doesn’t look like it’s going to end any time soon when suddenly Drakz changes tactics, hitting a boot to the injured knee of Trace that stuns him before delivering a big European uppercut! Trace however responds with a boot to the gut and then, unable to do anything else due to exhaustion, just delivers a palm strike right across the face! Drakz responds with a palm strike all his own and this seems to set Trace off as he pulls Drakz in and thrusts the knee right up into the ribs of the champion. A second knee follows that doubles Drakz over and then Trace Demon just delivers a massive thrust kick right to the side of Drakz’s skull that sends him to the canvas right by the ropes.


Alecia Matthews: Where did Trace get that rush from?


Cameron Stone: Probably the same place Drakz has found the will to keep fighting. These guys have a whole other level.


With Drakz down by the ropes Trace grabs the ropes and begins driving his boot right down into the ribs of the hometown boy just driving boot after boot into the ribs. Of course with Drakz half under the ropes the official steps in to pull Trace away but he’s not having any of it, pushing the official away, grabbing Drakz and pulling him up onto his knees. Trace runs the ropes behind Drakz and drives his knee straight into the back of the skull sending the champion to the canvas in a heap while Trace drops to his knees, breathing heavily. The crowd begin to chant for Drakz, trying to urge one of their own to make another comeback in this close contest. Trace shakes his head at them, making it clear he doesn’t think there’s any coming back as he grabs Drakz by the head and slowly pulls him back up to his feet and pulls him into a front chancery. He lifts Drakz up and then brings him head first onto his knee with the second D.I.E.D of the match! Drakz flops to the canvas and Trace goes in for the cover…


ONE!


Alecia Matthews: Trace Demon with a second D.I.E.D and this could be it!


TWO!


Cameron Stone: That looked like a knockout blow to me, we’ve got to have a new champion.


THR… KICK OUT!


Somehow Drakz gets a shoulder up and the crowd goes bezerk. Trace shakes his head, can’t believe that Drakz somehow found a way to kick out there but he’s not going to give up because of that. He delivers a few slaps to Drakz to wake him up and even gives him a little bit of help lifting him up onto his knees before backing up across the ring. As Drakz struggles to gain his bearings Trace begins to slap his knee, the King of Demons setting up for the Busaiku Knee Strike. Drakz uses the ropes to pull himself up but still doesn’t quite know where he is and as he turns Trace charges forwards, leaps up… but Drakz ducks underneath the knee! Trace turns and for the second time in the match Drakz hauls him up onto his shoulders for the Needle Damage but Trace slips out the back before the champion can get a proper grip. Drakz turns right into a boot to the already injured ribs, doubling him over as Demon pulls him into a double underhook, hauls him up into the air and drops him back first with the Demonstration of Hell! Trace drops beside Drakz, barely able to move and taking his time to manage to roll over and make the cover…


ONE!


Alecia Matthews: Demonstration of Hell! That has to be it right?


TWO!


Cameron Stone: We’ve actually seen Drakz kick out of this once before but can he really do it after such a brutal match?


THRE… KICK OUT!


He can! Drakz gets a weak shoulder up at the last possible second but a shoulder it is which means this one is still on. Trace rolls onto his back and stares up at the ceiling of the arena, unable to believe that Drakz somehow still has anything left in the tank. He rolls over to the side of the ring and grabs hold of the ropes, using them to slowly drag himself up onto his feet. He leans against the ropes, looking down at Drakz who is utterly out of it. Slowly Demon staggers across the ring, struggling to keep his footing, but he makes it to Drakz and hooks the head, dragging the dead weight of the champion back up to his feet. He turns Drakz around, ducks down and lifts him up onto his shoulders back first in a torture rack position.


Cameron Stone: This is it, the Hellfire Overdose!


Indeed Trace looks set to launch his most dangerous move… when his knee gives out and he drops down to one knee in agony while Drakz falls out behind him, somehow landing on his feet. Drakz, out of instinct more than anything, realizes what’s going on and finds the energy to spin Trace around and again lift him up onto his shoulders looking for the Needle Damage. Again though Trace drives a last ditch elbow into the side of Drakz’s skull and slips out the back of it, pushing Drakz from behind and shoving him straight into the official! The referee goes down and Drakz turns right into an oncoming boot from Trace… but Drakz ducks and hooks the leg as he rises up, again lifting Trace Demon onto his shoulders and this time pulling it off, spinning Trace around and planting him to the canvas with the Needle Damage! Drakz goes for the cover… only there’s no official to make the count.


Alecia Matthews: Drakz has it won but there’s nobody to make the count.


Cameron Stone: Then he doesn’t have it won does he Alecia.


Drakz lays there, unable to do much else, but still no count comes. He rises up onto his knees, unable to believe his bad luck when… BANG! Drakz drops face first to the canvas.


Alecia Matthews: What in the world?


Cameron Stone: That’s… that’s Phillip Schnieder!


Indeed Phillip Schneider stands over the body of Drakz with a steel chair in hand, staring down at the WFWF World Heavyweight champion. He starts to scream about how it’s his title and how he deserves it and the crowd erupt into a chorus of furious boos.


Alecia Matthews: How can he claim to be the rightful champion, he couldn’t even get the job done earlier tonight.


Cameron Stone: I'd keep your voice down Alecia. Have you already forgotten what happened to poor Penny?


Schneider continues to talk trash as he stares down at Drakz and then raises the chair up, seemingly to do even more damage, only for a shout of “Schneider!” to ring out. Schneider turns to find Trace Demon charging right at him, the King of Demons leaping up and catching Schneider right in the face with the Busaiku Knee Strike! The self-declared King of Gore is taken out, knocked out of the ring under the bottom rope while the official begins to stir. Trace meanwhile notices something Schneider dropped – the steel chair.


Alecia Matthews: Now we see Trace’s true colours, he’s going to cheat to win this one you mark my words.


Cameron Stone: That’s not a bet I’m willing to take.


Trace Demon picks the chair up, looking at it in his hands then at Drakz, considering his move. The crowd boo loudly and he simply shakes his head at them, smirks and then throws the chair to the other side of the ring, surprising everybody. Instead he turns his attention to Drakz, hooking his hands around his head and dragging him up. Suddenly Drakz lashes out with a weak right hand. If he’d hit that at the start of the match then Trace would probably laugh at him but after going through so much himself Trace is still rocked. Another weak right connects, then one slightly stronger as Drakz tries to fight back. He delivers a last gasp Irish whip and as Trace rebounds he throws his boot up, but Drakz ducks underneath the boot and, just like earlier, hoists Trace up onto his shoulders. He staggers across the ring and and jumps, twisting Trace forwards and dropping him headfirst onto the very chair Trace Demon discarded to connect with Needle Damage! Trace flops to the canvas as Drakz manages to drag himself on top of the King of Demons, the official weakly crawling across the ring to make the count.


ONE!


Alecia Matthews: Drakz hits Needle Damage on the chair! After Trace Demon finally showed signs of sportsmanship, to lose like this is not going to make him happy at all!


TWO!


Cameron Stone: No way Alecia, there is no kicking out of that, this one is over!


THREE!


DING! DING! DING!


The crowd erupt with a chorus of cheers, not only hugely impressed by the match they’ve just seen but also the victory by the native Drakz.


Christa Adina: Ladies and gentlemen your winner and STILL the WFWF World Heavyweight Champion… Drakz!


Alecia Matthews: These two men gave it their all, this was an absolute war and despite the interference by Phillip Schneider this one will still go down as a classic, but I'll say it again Trace Demon is not going to be happy about the steel chair!


Cameron Stone: This was by far one of the best pure wrestling matches I’ve ever seen. Both men fought fairly but it seems Drakz had a change of heart at the end there. Trace has nothing to be ashamed of losing a match like that.


Alecia Matthews: Can’t see him seeing it that way.


Drakz rolls off of Trace and over towards the ropes, having to use them to slowly drag himself up onto his feet. At the top of the ramp Phillip Schneider now stands looking absolutely furious at the events that just unfolded, a gathering of security stopping him from returning to the ring after his failed interference. As Drakz makes it to his feet and leans against the ropes an official hands him the World Heavyweight Championship, Drakz looking down at it, almost in awe that he has defended it after that incredible match of the year candidate. Then he lifts the title high up in the air and the crowd go crazy.


Cameron Stone: This crowd absolutely love this, they’ve seen a classic and their man got the win.


Cameron Stone: Oh yeah, there’s going to be some celebrating in London tonight.


Drakz slowly climbs up a turnbuckle and lifts the WFWF World Heavyweight Championship up high with one hand, having to use the other to hold onto the ropes to keep his balance. He glances up the ramp at Schneider, showing him the belt before turning back to his ecstatic fans. The crowd continue to roar their approval as Drakz retains the World Heavyweight Championship in epic fashion. The Clash goes off the air with an air of celebration about it, Drakz has won at home and he’s taking the title back with him.