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Post by Drakz on Oct 2, 2016 7:18:52 GMT -5
BING BANG BOOM
IT’S WFWF MOTHERF*CKERS!!!!!!Alecia Matthews: Hello ladies and gentlemen and welcome to The Gate! I’m Alecia Matthews alongside my broadcast partner Daniel Knight and we’re so close to Superbrawl now that you can taste it! Daniel Knight: What does it taste like Alecia? No really, what does it taste like? Alecia Matthews: I have no idea! Daniel Knight: Excellent journalistic work folks. I think what Alecia was trying to say is that this is the final show before Superbrawl IX, the biggest showcase in wrestling history! "Heist" by Lindsey Stirling begins to play, and a loud mixed reaction comes from the crowd as Cameron Stone, dressed in a plain black t-shirt and jeans, steps out onto the stage. He wastes little time, not bothering to bask in the crowd reaction, instead just walking down the ramp with a purpose, grabbing a mic from a ringside crew member before he jumps onto the ring apron and steps through the ropes into the ring. He motions for his music to be cut, and begins talking right away. Cameron: I wanted to come out here tonight to address what happened last show during the main event. I was the special guest referee in the Tag Team Championship match, and it was my job to maintain order and call the match fairly. I called it straight down the middle, but unfortunately given the nature of the four competitors involved, it was quite chaotic. Keeping tabs on what all four men were doing at all times proved impossible, and I missed David Brennan nailing a cheap shot to win the titles. That's on me. So I would like to sincerely apologize to both Josh Dean and Drakz for the error that I made. As a matter of fact, I would actually like for Josh to come down here and join me in the ring, I think it's time we had a conversation. Cam doesn't have to wait long as "In The City" hits and the crowd rises to their feet as Josh Dean comes out onto the stage. Daniel Knight: Ask and you shall receive, Mr. Stone. I'm telling you, Josh looks a little strange without a championship belt around his waist. Alecia Matthews: I think we both can agree that the Tag Team Titles are not the titles Josh wants. In fact, as we mentioned at the outset, both of these men are two of the six competitors in SuperBrawl's World Title match. Josh climbs into the ring and is handed a mic from a stagehand. Cam uses this moment to bring down the crowd as Josh's music fades. Cameron Stone: Once again, this time to your face, I want to apologize to you Josh for accidentally costing you the tag titles. Josh Dean: I appreciate it Cam. And you're right, in such a whirlwind situation, things happen that we can't always control. I'm past it, so let's move on. Cameron Stone: I agree. But funny enough, me missing that cheap shot by Brennan may have actually done you a huge favor. Josh Dean: You may have to elaborate Cam, because I'm not sure I'm completely following your logic here. Cameron Stone: Let's face the facts here Josh, you haven't been properly focused in months. You want to topple Drakz and become the WFWF Champion again, yet you've been in bed with him this entire time, sharing the Tag Team Championship with your arch enemy. Josh Dean: Ah, here we go again with this 'sleeping with the enemy' conspiracy theory. Cam, I made my intentions very clear when I offered my help to Drakz. The titles were originally stripped from me because of Dave's arrest, and I wanted to make sure I got the best Drakz at Show Time so that neither of us had an excuse for losing. There's no underlying collusion, despite what you may think. Cameron Stone: That's a load of crap. You could have threw the titles anytime you wanted. Just dropped to the mat and tapped out at the start of a match if you couldn't stand working with Drakz. But no matter you're own values and beliefs, you wanted the titles, and the power and the prestige that came with them. You can't change the fact that in this business, a championship will always come before your morals. You proved that to the world Josh. Who do you think I learned that from? Josh Dean: I don't understand why I'm out here still defending myself about this. And you have the audacity to call my integrity into question. I had a reason to work with Drakz because I never lost those belts. Why the hell should I be punished for something I had no control over, huh? I didn't force Dave to get behind the wheel. Besides, Dave did his time and as far I'm concerned it's a dead issue, so why are you still bringing it up? Cameron Stone: Why? WHY?! Why not? You and Sam have been questioning mine for months, all for asking my boss for an opportunity, so fair is fair. How's the view up there on your high horse by the way? Josh Dean: Apples to oranges, Cam. While you've been sitting pretty behind the desk, only now deciding to be a competitor again, I've been fighting to prove I'm the best while getting screwed over every time I get there by those who are scared by the fact that they're being replaced. I earned my right to be in this main event with a chance to get MY title back, while yours seems more like a can't beat 'em, join 'em type scenario. Cam takes a deep breath, as the verbal volleys are turning into bombs being aimed at each other. Daniel Knight: These two look as though they're losing patience with each other. Cameron Stone: You're right, our situations are different. You've been World Champion. You're constantly in the main event. For me, this could be my only chance at the world title. My only chance to main event Superbrawl. I don't have the luxury of taking the high road. So I finally get the biggest chance of my career, and instead of being happy for me, my best friend in the WFWF condemns me and tells me I don't deserve it. How do you think that makes me feel? Josh Dean: So now we're talking about deserving and what we're entitled to. Do you deserve a shot? Sure, I think your body of work is impressive enough to warrant it. One of three people, myself and David Brennan included, who have scored a pin on Drakz in the last five years. That alone makes you worthy. My issue has been the way you're going about it. Cam, I'm telling you as a friend that you're going to lose yourself going down this road with Trace. In fact, I'd venture to say you already are. And you're better than this, so why not act like it? Cameron Stone: No. That's not it Josh. I'm in your way now, and you don't like it. You don't want another obstacle in your path to the WFWF Championship. I didn't stay complacent off to the side wearing a Saviors t-shirt cheering you on. Instead I took some initiative, and you don't like having more competition. You want a friend and ally here who won't ever challenge you, who will come running in to save the day every time you get in over your head. And I'm done with being looked at like that. Josh Dean: See, now you're putting words in my mouth. But let's look at this situation, shall we? The moment Crowe beat you for the International Title, things got hard and you threw all of your character out the window. And here we are, and I'm seeing this plain as day that maybe I had a lapse in judgment when it comes to you. Those times I invited you into my home, maybe it was all a plan for you to ride my coattails to the top. So congratulations Cam, you made it to the big time. But make no mistake about it, I'll mow you down like everyone else because now you are in my way. Cameron Stone: Well Josh I'm in the main event of Superbrawl, so I must be doing something right. The WFWF is a game of chess, and I've figured out the right moves. Once Superbrawl is over, I am ready to go back to being buddies. We can go have a beer on the porch again. Assuming you can ever get over this whole situation. But as far as Superbrawl is concerned, there are no limits. There is no line I will not cross. With this chance I have in front of me I have to do whatever it takes, because I could never forgive myself if I don't. I won't look back at this moment and think "What if?". And if my so called friends can't respect that, then they've become nothing but an obstacle in front of me. Josh Dean: I'd be careful about all this bravado you're spewing right now. That's a good way to get humbled in front of the world. Cameron Stone: That right there. I love it. THAT is the Josh Dean that I want to see. You're finally finding the focus and the passion that you've been lacking for months. You know, I realize I just apologized for costing you the tag team titles, but now, I'm already seeing the good that being free of Drakz is doing for you. So you know what? I need to amend my previous statement. My full apologies still go out to Drakz. But for you Josh? Consider that apology taken back. I'm not sorry at all. Josh raises an eyebrow, but before he can say anything, Cam continues. Cameron: I can't apologize for doing something that you were too big of a coward to do a long time ago. What I did is the most positive thing anyone in the WFWF has ever done for you. I just did you a massive favor. So no Josh, I'm not going to apologize to you. In fact, I want you to look me in the eye, and thank me for what I did, right now. Thank me for setting you free. Josh Dean: Yeah, that's not going to happen. Because you may be right about the nature of the situation, and you may be right about me not having to play nice with Drakz anymore. But you're out of your f*cking mind if you think that I'm going to thank you for this. Josh paces the ring, but stops and puts a finger up. Josh Dean: Light bulb ladies and gents. And Cam you're gonna either love this or hate it, but we've seemed to reach an impasse here. I wanted to come out here and repair our friendship, maybe find some common ground. Apparently you've went Hollywood though and think that's below you, so why don't we squash this now? We're both in the SuperBrawl main event and nothing can change that. But you and I have some hostility we need to work out so that both of us are fully prepared for war at SuperBrawl. So you consider what you did a favor to me, well let me repay such a generous offering. Let's just see how ready you are for your "last chance" at the title. Josh gets right in Cam's face, looking him in the eyes. Josh Dean: You...me...one on one...right now! C'mon, let's go pal. The crowd is split between cheers of an awesome, main event worthy match, and the boos of two friends destroying their friendship. Cameron Stone: You know what, that sounds like a lovely idea Josh. I see you're in your ring gear right now, which presents a slight problem. I didn't expect to compete tonight, so I don't have my gear in the building. Crowd boos here momentarily, before Stone comes back with: Cameron Stone: So I guess that means I have to fight in my jeans then, because you're on! The Crowd goes nuts. Josh Dean: I know Lila's listening in the back, and the way I see it she has two options: come out here and veto the match or send out a ref. But I'm warning you Cam, you're gonna get hurt. Cameron Stone: Lila, you may as well just send out the ref, because if you don't, it's not going to stop me from kicking Josh's ass all over this arena, so we might as well make this official. After a few seconds, a referee comes running down the ramp. Daniel Knight: And it looks like we're going to have an impromptu match right now! Wow, this is huge! As the referee reaches the ring, the crowds roars it's approval of the sudden main event level match that just materialized. Christa Adina makes her way into the ring as the referee motions Josh and Cameron into separate corners, with Cameron taking off his shirt and tossing it into the crowd, before he stops Christa as she's about to begin announcing the match, and whispers something into her ear. She nods and moves to the middle of the ring to begin the introductions. Christa Adina: The following match is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, from Atlanta, Georgia, "The Franchise" Josh Dean! Josh just stares at Cameron, completely focused, barely registering the mixed reaction of the crowd, who are split down the middle on who they want to cheer for.Christa Adina: And his opponent, from Calgary, Alberta, but fighting out of Los Angeles, California, "The Renegade" Cameron Stone! At the mention of Los Angeles, which is only a few hours away from where they are in San Diego, the crowd pops and the split crowd shifts slightly to the side of Cameron Stone.Alecia Matthews: Did Cameron just steal the home crowd advantage? Daniel Knight: He is living in LA since he's doing so many movies now. That was brilliant, and it's sure to get in his opponents head. Sure enough, Josh gapes at Stone, who has the biggest crap eating grin on his face as the crowd chants for him. Stone then rushes Josh right off the bell, wasting no time at all. Shoving Dean into the corner, Cameron begins throwing punches all over, alternating between head and body shots, not letting Josh block effectively. The referee half heartedly warns Cameron to ease up, but backs off when Stone yells at him, apparently willing to let things go a little in this one, given the personal nature of the match. Stone eventually backs off, breathing heavy, having used a ton of energy. After a quick breather, he rushes at the corner, looking to crush Dean, but Josh moves, and Cameron hits the corner. Now it's Josh's turn to tee off on Stone, punching him in the ribs over and over. Stone swings his elbow back, looking to connect with Josh's head but Josh ducks underneath it and continues hitting shots. Stone kicks out, catching Dean in the gut to stop him, and then with Josh bent over, he lifts his knee up into his face, dropping him to his knees. Stone then grabs him by the hair in one hand, tights in the other, and tosses Josh through the ropes, sending him crashing to the floor.Daniel Knight: Josh may have let his emotions take control of him when he issued this challenge, you've got to wonder if that gives Cameron an advantage. Alecia Matthews: I've shared a lot of time with Cameron Stone. If he's focused, he's extremely dangerous. Josh might have more accolades, but if he underestimates Cam, he's going to have a bad night. Cameron steps through the ropes to stand on the ring apron, measuring Josh as he begins to get up. Cameron jumps off looking for an axe handle, but Josh side steps and hits Cameron in the gut on the way down. He slams Cameron's face down onto the ring apron, and then tries to whip Stone into the steel steps. But Stone counters, sending Josh towards them instead. But Josh jumps over top of them, landing on his feet on the other side. The two men try to jump at each other at the same time, resulting in both jumping on top of the steps directly face to face. They grapple. with Josh getting the edge. He grabs Stone's head, and leaps backwards off the steps as he also pushes Stone, pulling down on Cameron's head while he does it so he smashes Cameron's face right into the steps. Josh stumbles back losing his balance while Cameron slumps over. Cameron stumbles to his feet, a gash over his right eye beginning to bleed badly. Determined, Josh rusn and jumps onto the steps, then jumps off at Cameron, but Stone catches him in mid air around the torso, then runs forward, slamming Josh spine first into the ring post. He keeps a hold of Josh, and spins around, literally tossing him into the crowd barricade! He puts a hand to his head, and when he sees the blood on it, he scowls.Alecia Matthews: I think Josh just pissed him off. Daniel Knight: Stone did just hit a devastating shot, but Josh also drew blood here. Stone isn't in total control yet. The referee hasn't counted the two out, knowing they'd probably just keep fighting if it ended like that. But he is trying to get Stone to bring it back into the ring. Cameron pulls Josh up by the hair, but Dean runs forward, ramming Cameron back first into the side of the ring. Stone grimaces in pain, and Josh begins pounding away at his head, trying to open the cut more. Stone shoves Josh back, and starts walking away, trying to get some space, but Josh quickly gets up to his feet, and despite it being on the outside, hits a dropkick, sending Stone crashing face first into the side of the steps! Grabbing his ribs after landing on the floor, Josh gets up and slides Stone into the ring, just his head laying out over the edge. Dean jumps onto the apron and lands a legdrop across Stone's neck before sliding into the ring himself. He pulls Stone away from the ropes, and rolls him onto his stomach, and locks in an STF! Stone grits his teeth and begins pulling himself to the ropes. He gets near them fairly quickly due to his bigger size and strength, but Josh breaks the hold before he does, and then quickly springboards off the ropes, landing down on the back of Stone's head in an incredibly vicious curb stomp! He rolls Cameron over and makes a quick cover.
1. . . . . . . 2. . . . . . Cameron lifts his arm up and grabs the bottom rope, as Josh didn't move him back to the center of the ring. Daniel Knight: What a great veteran move by Stone, not wasting energy on the kickout. A bit of oversight by Josh there. Alecia Matthews: But how much did the submission and that springboard curb stomp take out of Cam? It could just be a matter of time now. Josh, a bit upset now, begins to hit Stone with knees to the ribs, eventually transitioning to stomping on him. When he feels he's done sufficient damage, Josh moves to the corner, climbing to the top. He leaps off, going for a moonsault, but Stone rolls towards the corner out of the way. Josh manages to land on his feet, but he is wobbily, not having his full balance immediately, which gives Stone just enough time to get to his feet and explode with a big boot to Josh's face. Josh rolls around holding his jaw, and as he starts getting up Cameron bends down and slaps him across the face, drawing a loud "ooooooooooohhhhh" from the crowd. He slaps Josh again, and then goes to punch him. But Dean, who is on one knee, blocks the shot, and hits Stone in the jaw. Cameron attempts another punch, which is again blocked, but this time, Stone blocks the return blow as well, before spinning behind Josh, rolling him up in a school boy pin, and also grabbing the tights.
1. . . . . . . . 2. . . . . . . . Despite Stone trying to get the cheap one by using the tights, Josh kicks out. But Stone quickly rolls Josh up again, this time grabbing the rope. 1. . . . . . . . . . 2. . . . . . . . Dean kicks out again, and this time, Cameron rolls the outside, taking a walk, leaving a fuming Josh Dean in the ring, who is extremely pissed off at Cameron's cheating attempts, and is being very vocal about it.Alecia Matthews: It has to hurt knowing a man you considered a friend would try to stoop to such lows, it's like a knife in the back. Daniel Knight: It's Stone trying to win by any means necessary, all while getting in his opponent's head. Stone jumps onto the ring apron, and Dean quickly rushes him to try to knock him off, but Stone was expecting that, immediately dropping back to the floor and reaching under the bottom rope, catching Josh's legs and tripping him up. He drags Josh under the rope to the floor, but Josh slides out onto his feet and begins trading blows with Cameron. Stone hits a bigger shot that spins Josh around, but Dean leaps up right away, catching Stone with the pele kick! Stone staggers back first into the crowd barricade, and Josh runs beside Stone, jumping over the barricade feet first into the crowd, grabbing Stone's head as he flies by, slamming Cameron down in a neckbreaker over the barricade! Stone falls to the floor in pain, while Josh gets up, looking like he's pumped up. Josh carefully steps on top of the barricade, keeping his balance while Stone works his way to a vertical base. When Cameron lurches around to face him, Josh jumps off, wrapping his legs around Stone's neck and hitting a Hurricanrana on the floor! He rolls Cameron back into the ring, and starts to set up for Almost Famous! But Stone gets Dean with a thumb to the eye, and gets out of it. Stone scrambles and goes for a DDT, but Josh pulls his legs out from under him sending him on his back, and then he begins trying to lock in a sharpshooter. But Stone sits up enough to get another thumb to the eye of Josh, making Josh let go, and this time getting the referee to admonish Stone and give him a warning. Cameron brushes off the referee, and moves towards Josh, but Dean explodes with a jumping knee to Stone's face. Dean takes a few steps back, and then runs at Stone, connecting with a superman punch! Alecia Matthews: These two are trying to end one another, this has been simmering for months, and now it's finally boiling over. As Cameron begins getting up, Josh goes for a shining wizard, looking to put him down, but Stone quickly explodes out, hitting Josh with a spear! Stone smiles upon getting up, and then moves to the corner, where he begins to untie the turnbuckle pad. The referee immediately rushes over telling him not to do that, and shoves Cameron away when he gets it half off. The referee begins making sure it's fully on, and behind his back, Cameron hits a low blow right to Dean, who was just getting up. This finally gets the crowd, who up to this point had been fully supporting Stone, to boo him. The referee turns back around, having fixed the pad, and Stone lifts up Dean, going for the Set in Stone. But despite the low blow, a resilient Josh Dean turns and lands behind Cameron, and quickly hits a backstabber. Josh is getting pumped up now, and he grabs Stone, trying to get him in position for a finishing move, but Stone shoves him back, and then goes for a big boot again. But Josh moves, and Stone's big boot hits the referee, taking him down! Stone looks on in shock, and Dean takes advantage, grabbing him from behind, twisting him around and hitting Bankrupt! Josh makes the cover, not having really paid attention to what happened to the referee. When he realizes there is no count happening, he looks over and punches the mat in frustration. Then he takes a look at Cameron, anger building on his face. Dean rolls out of the ring, over the the ring announcer area, and grabs a steel chair. Folding it up, he slides back into the ring with it, where Cameron has gotten to his knees, blood dripping down his face.Daniel Knight: The so called savior just grabbed a steel chair. And he wants to talk about Stone doing bad things. Alecia Matthews: Cameron has hit him with a low blow, poked him in the eye twice, and slapped him in the face. Not to mention trying for a couple cheap pins. The anger has to be there, after everything Stone has done to him in this match. Cameron Stone looks up at Josh Dean, who has moved right in front of him, and raised the chair, ready to strike. Exhausted, Stone looks up at Josh with eyes that look full of sorrow, and Josh hesitates, struggling if he wants to go to that kind of place. Stone weakly asks him not to do this, which only causes more conflict for Josh. Eventually, Dean sees the referee beginning to stir out of the corner of his eye, and he just shakes his head no, muttering that he won't do it like this. He drops the chair to his side, and then, before he can even try to grab Cameron, Stone quickly hits Josh with another low blow, then jumps up, and connects with a Cameron Cutter, smashing Dean's face right onto the chair! Cameron grabs the chair and tosses it under the bottom rope, and makes the cover just as the referee is beginning to come to. The referee sees the pinfall, and begins to slowly count, still groggy.
1. . . . . . 2. . . . . 3!
The crowd explodes into a huge reaction of a lot of boos, but still a fair amount of cheers, as Cameron rolls out of the ring right away and begins limping up the ramp, as Josh lays prone on the mat.Christa Adina: And the winner of the match, CAMERON STONE! Alecia Matthews: A frustrated Josh Dean tried to do the right thing, and not hit his friend with a steel chair, and that friend just twisted the knife in his back! How could Cameron stoop so low? That was an absolutely disgusting thing to do! Stone should be ashamed of himself! Daniel Knight: Say what you will, Cameron Stone never brought that chair into the ring, that was all Josh. Don't bring it in if you aren't going to use it. Alecia Matthews: Are you kidding? How can you even begin to justify Cameron's actions? Daniel Knight: He did what mattered, he won. He has momentum going into Superbrawl, and he just added another huge name to the list of people he's defeated. Cameron Stone reaches the ramp and he looks back at the ring where there is a woozy Josh Dean looking up towards him dumbfounded, looking like he didn't know exactly what had just happened. Stone smirks and walks through the curtain to the back.
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Post by Drakz on Oct 2, 2016 7:19:59 GMT -5
Back at ringside, a stagehand scurries over to WFWF ring announcer Christa Adina, passing her a note and holding a brief discussion, which, given the several past weeks of interruptions to her routine, seems to be met with relative agreement from the voice of the WFWF ring, who climbs the ring steps and enters the ring, glancing once more at the note before addressing the crowd.
Christa Adina: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome at this time one half of the WFWF Tag Team Champions - David Brennan!
The opening pitched notes of "Hail to the King" pierce throughout the arena as the house lights fade, a series of green spotlights pulsing in time to the beat of the music. As the intro crescendoes into full swing, David Brennan steps out from behind the curtain, the gold, glimmering tag team belt slung over his shoulder. Gone is the usual swaggering smirk emblazoned across his face - David instead glares out, surveying the sell out crowd with narrowed, determined eyes.
Alecia Matthews: Folks, David Brennan is not scheduled for action here tonight, but history would suggest that we'd be foolish to expect to not hear from him tonight, coming off such a momentous victory over Josh Dean and, perhaps more importantly, Drakz at WFWF Horizon.
Daniel Knight: I'm sure Brennan has got plenty of hot air to let out, but let's not forget - in spite of whatever he's instructed our intrepid ring announcer to say and just how he's managed to get his hands back on that let notwithstanding, David Brennan is NOT a standing champion, per order of the authority vested in Lila Sleater!
Alecia Matthews: Be that as it may, we should take this moment to warn our loyal viewers who may have small children that David Brennan has never been one to mince words and we should expect that Ms. Sleater's actions may illicit a less than positive response from Brennan here tonight.
After a brief pause atop the stage, Brennan slowly makes his way toward the ring, his eyes darting from side to side as he continues to survey the crowd, his face remaining rigid and stoic. At ringside, he climbs the steps, ducking under the top rope and stepping with greater force into the ring as he finally breaks his glare, shouting into the void as he thrusts the championship belt high above his head, the music fading as the lights slowly come back up.
Brennan readjusts the belt over his shoulder as a ring hand darts up to offer him a mic. He stands poised, taking in the mixed response of the WFWF crowd, before facing the entry way to convey his thoughts.
David Brennan: Y'know, there's a lot of sh*t that's been flyin' around 'bout me the past couple weeks, and I'd be more than a little remiss to come out here and act like I ain't heard the sh*t people've been sayin', but for now? Let's just settle on 'I have' and move on, 'cause there's a bigger issue here chappin' my ass, and it involves this fancy piece of hardware on my shoulder here.
A uniquely balanced retort of cheers and jeers emanates from the crowd as Brennan dives right into addressing the WFWF Tag Team Championship.
David Brennan: Y'see, five years ago, I stepped into this ring for the very first time, and over the course of those five years, I've had my pud pulled just about every which way over how damn good I was at comin' out here and layin' down a beating. I've stood toe to toe with just about every name you could throw at me and I've laid the boots to World Champions, International Champions, National Champions, and Tag Team Champions. Hell, for some f*ckin' reason, my name is etched in stone wherever the f*ck this supposed WFWF Hall of Fame is, but until I drove my size thirteens down Drakz's throat at Horizon, I ain't never had the good graces to take hold of one of these straps of gold for myself.
Alecia Matthews: For those of you keeping score at home -
Daniel Knight: - or simply trying to decipher 'Drunken Bostonian' -
Alecia Matthews: - Brennan's victory at Horizon was not only his first championship victory, but his first championship match here in the WFWF.
In spite of all popular opinion weighing against the man in the ring, even this crowd can't hold back a raucous cheer for a first time champion, even if it is one the likes of David Brennan.
David Brennan: Now, ease up there. I ain't gonna come out here and spin some sorry ass story about how this is the culmination of a lifetime's worth of hard work or any of that sh*t. Anyone keepin' track'll tell you that in the long and short, a couple plates of gold wrapped a dead cow's hide don't make a lick of sh*t's difference to me, so long as I'm still paid to beat the ever lovin' taste out of a guy like Drakz. You wanna talk intangibles when it comes to accolades and trophy cases? Go dig up Josh Dean's carcass and ask him how his ass felt the mornin' after with nothin' more than a hand off from the company mattress to make him feel better about it!
Alecia Matthews: Again, folks, for those of you with small children...
David Brennan: Now, that bein' said? I know you people are gonna believe what you f*ckin' want and act all shocked as sh*t, but I'm a man of principle. I know a thing or two about right and wrong, and unlike some people out back who'll cower behind bushes and clam up when somethin' ain't right, I address the matter head f*ckin' on, so with that in mind - Lila Sleater? Drag your ass out here right now!
Once more, it's a mixed bag of pitched emotions as Brennan utters the name of one of the WFWF's chief authority figures, and the resonant pitch grows only higher as Sleater steps out unceremoniously onto the stage, her face silently fuming, yet her head held tall, looking defiantly ready for whatever verbal lashing Brennan has prepared to dish out. Down the side of the ramp, a ring hand hurries toward the stage, a mic in hand, but before he's able to get far, Brennan quickly addresses him, cutting off his roll.
David Brennan: Whoa, whoa, whoa...hey, hey! Don't bother, alright? There ain't nothin' she needs to say, just some sh*t she's got to hear, alright? And keep your f*ckin' pants on, Sleater, I just need a minute of your time, alright? No Dave Demento specials on order here tonight.
The crowd responds with a resonant "Ooooohh!" at Brennan's lewd suggestion, but Sleater, in a testament to her professionalism, responds with little more than a deepening of her scowl, crossing her arms and waiting for Brennan to continue.
David Brennan: Now, I gotta tell you, Lila - that was some hard-nosed, underhanded sh*t you pulled back there at Horizon. If I was so far up on the forefront of the slighted end of things, hell, I'd almost be proud of you - not that you need the praise of a guy like me. I'm sure your, ah...I'm sure your boss is very impressed with the way you conducted yourself. Me, on the other hand?
Brennan pauses, removing the belt from his shoulder, holding it before him with his free hand before gripping it by the strap and allowing it to hang at his side.
David Brennan: Well, look. Arguably, we're both adults here. You don't need me to spin you any sorta yarn about how bullsh*t I am with the way you've chosen to handle sh*t around here, and I ain't in the mood to mince words, so why don't I just cut to the f*ckin' chase and tell you how sh*t's gonna run around here from now on?
The crowd clamors excitedly at these words. Even Sleater, still scowling at the WFWF's resident malcontent, raises her eyebrows, heightening the peak of her glare as she expresses even the tiniest hint of eagerness as to what Brennan has to say next.
Brennan steps forward, placing himself a hair's stretch away from the ropes nearest the end of the entrance ramp, and with a soured, defiant glare on his own haggard face, thrusts the belt by the strap into the air, holding it eye for all to see as if on an imaginary pedestal of focus now as he raises his voice, not so much speaking as he is now shouting down the authoritarian before him.
David Brennan: I don't know what sort of business occupied your attention before you came out and started hurlin' your sh*t around like some caged zoo animal starved for attention, but in case you missed the show, lets cover the facts - I pinned Drakz in the middle of this ring. One...two...three. I took his half of the tag team championship away from him just like I said I was going to. Sam and I? We did what no other odd couple you've thrown up on that pedestal for the past year could muster the sack to do! You wanna get ceremonial? Puff your chest out hoping someone'll notice and exercise these pathetic little power moves like strippin' the titles away from us less than a minute after we put an end to Drakz's undefeated ticker tape? Be my guest! The fact of the matter remains that I don't recognize your authority, Sleater! You wanna strip me of my title, take away my belt? You can have it right back as soon as you posture someone up to take it away from me!
Dropping the title and his mic back down at his sides, Brennan stares daggers back at Sleater as she slowly nods, her arms still crossed in front of her. As several more moments of silence between the two pass, Sleater finally turns on a heel, swiftly exiting behind the curtain and out of view as Brennan's music hits.
David Brennan: Hey, hey, hey! Cut the damn music! I ain't done yet here, alright? Enough about the past. With the standard of "Has Been and Never Was" good and out of the way, for the first time in my life, I'm thankin' the sh*t out of my lucky stars that my name is David Brennan. Show me an arena full of people who'd wanna be standin' in Lucas Crowe's shoes right now, and I'll show you a pack of liars numberin' tens of thousands. Now, Luke - you're a lot of things, brother. You're big, you're strong, you're a pushover, and you're a puppet, but for all your negatives, and even for as much as I don't f*ckin' like the guy - you are no Isaac Cray. Sh*t, you may even think you're on your way there, servin' as the placeholder for my f*ckin' belt and all, but in case you weren't watchin', big man? You're about to get yourself steamrolled just like the WFWF World Heavyweight Champion before you.
Daniel Knight: Big words from a man without a championship to his name...
Leaning casually on the ropes nearest to the entrance ramp still, Brennan focuses his attention on the curtain, speaking as if someone only he can see stands where Lila Sleater stood only moments before.
David Brennan: Here's the rub, Luke. I'm a fair guy. I'm a pretty smart guy. I know that you don't wanna walk out onto the biggest stage in our business and get your ass kicked all over this pathetic plate of a state. I know you'll be facin' a slappin' the likes of which a guy like you can't bear when you walk out back without that title of mine in your hands. Let's make it easy on everyone, huh? Show's long enough as is - let's expedite this sh*t a bit. You come on down here, look me in the eye, and admit that everything I say is the honest to God's truth and hand me that belt, and I'll let you sort out the rest.
Daniel Knight: And they say dreams are dead. Brennan's asking the impossible, here. Can somebody just -
Alecia Matthews: That's Lucas Crowe!!!
Behind Brennan's back, Lucas Crowe leaps the guardrail from the crowd, and without so much as a moment's hesitation, slides in the ring and goes right for Brennan, striking him firmly on the back of the skull with the face of the WFWF International Championship.
Daniel Knight: Yes! Brennan is out cold! The champion is standing tall!
Brennan collapses in a heap on the mat from the hit, dropping both his tag team championship belt and the mic with an audible thud. Crowe steps over the fallen loud mouth, glaring down at him before focusing his attention on the WFWF Tag Team Championship. With a swift kick, he sends the belt sliding out of the ring beneath the ropes, and as the crowd grows to an absolute fever pitch, he stands over Brennan's fallen body, raising his own title high in the air for all to see.
Alecia Matthews: Folks, the WFWF International Championship match at SuperBrawl has just gone nuclear. Strong words from David Brennan here tonight who is learning that everyone reacts a bit different to his personal brand of vitriol.
Daniel Knight: It’s time to find out who will be the last qualifier for the Golden Opportunity.
Alecia Matthews: Three young guns get their chance in this match. Maxwell Dachs, who got his first win last show by beating Apollo Sol; Vass the Slayer, who returns to action after losing two straight matches to the Future; and LeeRoy Jenkins, who is on a two match losing streak as well but gets a second chance tonight to qualify for the Golden Opportunity.
Daniel Knight: He lost in a qualifying match last show to Frank Lynn but claims it was a fluke so he is out to prove himself tonight. This is the first and only chance to qualify for Vass and Dachs.
Daniel Knight: I don’t think there is a clear favorite in this match. Each one of them is looking for a breakout win and the Golden Opportunity that comes with it.
Alecia Matthews: Agreed. And now to Christa for the introductions.
Christa Adina: The following is a three man qualifying match for the Golden Opportunity Championship.
The opening riffs of “Bottoms Up” play. Leeroy steps out of the curtain, John Deere Hat on, Mason Jar of clear in his right hand. As the song says “Looking for the law while I push my luck” LeeRoy looks over his shoulder and then scans the crowd like he is actually looking for cops. He steps to the ramp where a cameraman is positioned to be right in his face and as the song says “pull into the party like y’all what’s up” LeeRoy says “What’s up” into the camera.
He then begins walking down the ramp, unscrewing the jar as he goes, stopping halfway down. When the end of the chorus says “ Tonight its bottoms up” he pulls a Zippo lighter out of his pocket. A close-up camera shot shows that is decorated with a buffed out Uncle Sam with a menacing eagle holding the American flag. He takes a big swig of the shine, flicks the Zippo into action, and spits shine though the lighter’s flame sending a large fireball into the air. The fans cheer for the fire breathing moonshiner.
Then he sets the jar down and runs to the ring, sliding under the bottom rope and springing up, he flexes, then climbs the far turnbuckle and gives the thumbs up into his mouth to signal for a drink. A beer is tossed to him, he cracks it open, salutes the crowd, and takes a swig. He climbs down and out of the ring and hands the beer to a fan who is of age.
Christa Adina: Introducing first, standing 6’ 3” and weighing 245 lbs., he is LeeRoy “White Lightning” Jenkinnnnnns!
The opening riff of Nirvana’s “Tourettes” plays. Once the lyrics begin Maxwell Dachs comes out of the entrance and dark red pyro goes off down the ramp. Dachs then slowly walks down to the ring and slides under the bottom rope and runs to the corner and poses on the top turnbuckle. Dachs then gets down and poses towards the hard camera as turnbuckle pyro goes off.
Christa Adina: Introducing next, standing 5’ 10” and weighing 210 lbs., he is Maxwell Daaaaaaccchhhs!
A small portion of the crowd tries to get a “Dachslemania!” chant going but most fans aren’t joining in.
The arena is dark, almost pitch black, but Vass the Slayer can still be seen. As Vass enters the arena, he takes a look around and takes in his surroundings. He slowly walks to the stage, then stops in place. His head is down, and he's clutching his wrist. Once the music drops, he shakes his head and shadow boxes for the crowd, tightens his gloves and begins to walk down to the ring as the lights turn up. The intensity is palpable, as this man is shrouded in mystery. He walks slowly, focused on the ring. He slides under the ropes and jumps up from a prone position. He punches the air a few more times and then climbs the turnbuckle and raises his arm.
Christa Adina: Introducing last, standing 6’ 1” and weighing 215 lbs., he is Vass the Slaaaaayyyyeeeerrrrr!
Daniel Knight: All three of them look very intense. There is no doubt they understand the importance of this match.
Alecia Matthews: Not only is this their chance to compete for the Golden Opportunity Championship but it could very well be their only chance to get on the SuperBrawl card as it is filling up fast.
Daniel Knight: Winning a title should be enough inspiration for any of these young men but reports on WFWF.COM indicate that there is some backstage heat between Maxwell Dachs and Vass the Slayer adding fuel to the fire.
Alecia Matthews: It was unusual for these two men to be involved in extra curricular activities at the promo tapings but something happened between them and apparently Vass got the upper hand. I’m sure Dachs will be looking for a little payback tonight.
Daniel Knight: Add in LeeRoy Jenkin’s revenge driven desire to win his way into another match with Frank Lynn and this is a…
Daniel is interrupted as the harsh opening guitar chords of King Crimson’s “21st Century Schizoid Man” fill the arena.
Daniel Knight: Oh please God no, not him, not now…
Frank Lynn comes out and strikes a menacing pose for the crowd to a mixed response - the fans either love him or hate him, no middle ground. Frank makes his way down the entrance ramp taking time to point at a sign that says “Fear the Lynn-sanity!” He stops at the ring and looks up at LeeRoy Jenkins. LeeRoy stares back at Frank and shouts at him.
LeeRoy Jenkins: What the hell are you doing here?
Frank Lynn: I’m just here to scout the competition for my SuperBrawl match.
LeeRoy Jenkins: That better be all you are out here for. I’m on to you and your games.
Frank Lynn: Don’t you worry about me. You should worry about Max and Vass. You don’t want to lose… again!
Maxwell Dachs and Vass the Slayer are annoyed with Frank Lynn. After all, Frank has already qualified for the Golden Opportunity match and has no reason to interfere in their opportunity to qualify. All three men in the ring look ready to inflict pain on each other. Frank Lynn’s presence has only added to the palpable tension in the ring.
Frank smiles at them and walks over to the announcers table where he pulls up a chair next to Alecia. He puts on a headset and joins them on commentary.
Alecia Matthews: Hello Frank. Welcome to the announce team.
Frank Lynn: Thank you Alecia. This should be fun.
Daniel Knight: For who?
Frank Lynn: Hi to you too Danny boy. It’s always a pleasure to see you. Not quite so much of a pleasure to hear you so keep it down while Alecia and I call this match.
Daniel Knight: Unlike you, I’m paid to be out here calling the action.
Frank Lynn: Hopefully it’s minimum wage.
Alecia Matthews: *sigh* Give it a rest! The referee is calling for the bell.
DING! DING! DING!
The three competitors in the ring circle each other slowly, sizing up each other. Max Dachs steps back, flexes his well oiled pecs, and screams that it is time for Dachslemania to run wild. Vass and LeeRoy look at each other, shrug their shoulders, and charge at Dachs landing simultaneous punches to either side of his head. Dachs stumbles backwards and grabs his head so his opponents simultaneously kick him in the abdomen. Dachs doubles over. LeeRoy moves in and hits a two handed smash to Max’s upper back straight driving his head straight into a knee to the bridge of his nose. Dachs is rocked and falls on his ass with his back against the bottom rope.
Alecia Matthews: Well Frank, you are here to scout these guys. Do you have any observations to share with us?
Frank Lynn: Obviously I know LeeRoy the best having faced and beaten him twice. He is big and strong but lacks experience. He makes stupid mistakes that cost him matches.
Daniel Knight: Like turning his back on his opponents so they can cheap shot him?
Frank Lynn: Yes like turning his back on opponents so they can take advantage of an opening. I’ve said it before: its not cheap, its smart.
LeeRoy runs the ropes looking to hit a running move to Max but as he comes off the ropes Vass doubles LeeRoy over with a hard knee to the mid-section followed by an elbow strike to the back of his neck. Vass grabs LeeRoy by the neck and drops him with a neckbreaker.
Vass bounces off the ropes running towards Dachs hitting him hard on the jaw with a knee shot. Vass grabs the top rope, jumps up, and swings down hitting Dachs in the chest with both feet and knocking Dachs through the ropes to the floor.
Alecia Matthews: What about Vass the Slayer?
Frank Lynn: As far as I can tell, Vass is just a smaller version of LeeRoy Jenkins. Too cheap to buy real ring gear, fights a rough and tough brawler style, doesn’t stand a chance against a technically sound wrestler like me.
Daniel Knight: Do you think you can beat him if he wins his way into the Golden Opportunity match?
Frank Lynn: Absolutely yes. I have no doubt I can beat him or Dachs or Jenkins or any of the other men who have already qualified. The GO title will be mine.
Alecia Matthews: There will be five other men in the match thinking the exact same thing. It is not going to be easy.
Vass turns his attention back to LeeRoy Jenkins just in time to see the moonshiner charging straight at him. Vass sidesteps LeeRoy who just keeps going diving between the ropes to hit a suicide dive onto Dachs knocking him down to the floor again.
Jenkins bounces right up and jumps on the ring apron. Vass comes at him but LeeRoy hits a shoulder block between the top and middle ropes knocking the air out of Vass. LeeRoy floats over Vass into the ring, grabs Vass, and whips him into the ropes. LeeRoy runs at Vass as he bounces off the far ropes and hits a clothesline that flips Vass through the air and crashing face first to the mat.
LeeRoy points over at Frank Lynn and yells “This is for you!”
He picks Vass up and sends him flying with a release German suplex. LeeRoy goes over to pick Vass up again and hits a belly to belly suplex. LeeRoy picks Vass up one more time and hits a northern lights suplex. The crowd roars in approval at LeeRoy’s array of suplexes.
Frank Lynn: I know how LeeRoy’s suplexes feel. Its not fun.
Frank stands up and yells LeeRoy’s name several times to get his attention. LeeRoy stops his assault on Vass and looks over his shoulder at Frank.
Frank Lynn: Hey LeeRoy! How long are you gonna play with Vass before you make a mistake?
LeeRoy does not take kindly to Frank’s words and turns around to look Frank squarely in the eyes.
Daniel Knight: Uh oh. It looks like LeeRoy is coming this way.
LeeRoy strides over to the ring ropes, points at Frank, and shouts at him.
LeeRoy Jenkins: I can do this all night long! You’ll find out soon enough when I do it to you at SuperBrawl!
Frank Lynn: No you won’t. You won’t make it to SuperBrawl. You just made the same mistake you always do, you turned your back on your enemy!
LeeRoy Jenkins: Wrong! I’m looking right at you!
Frank Lynn: You are looking at me but I’m not your enemy tonight! He is!
Even as Frank points in the ring behind LeeRoy, Franks’ words hit LeeRoy and he realizes he has been tricked. He starts to turn around but it is too late.
Maxwell Dachs had snuck back into the ring and was poised in the corner ready to strike at the first convenient opportunity. That opportunity came when Frank distracted LeeRoy.
Dachs gets a running start and hits a dropkick to the back of LeeRoy’s head that sends him over the top rope down to the floor. Dachs checks that LeeRoy is down and out, gives a thumbs up to Frank, and turns his attention to Vass.
Frank Lynn: Ha! LeeRoy is too easily distracted and guess what? He turned his back on his opponent yet again!
Daniel Knight: He really doesn’t like you and I see why. You don’t like him too much either, do you?
Frank Lynn: It’s not just that I don’t like him. LeeRoy Jenkins is a pest that I need to exterminate. He will keep on coming back like a bad case of Herpes until I break him.
Alecia Matthews: Getting back to the match, Dachs has the upper hand now. LeeRoy is out and Vass is feeling the pain from all those suplexes.
Vass is still down from LeeRoy’s suplex assault. Max picks him up and whips him into the ropes. Dachs catches Vass on the return and hits a thunderous spinebuster. Then he locks on a guillotine choke making exaggerated grunting noises and facial gestures for the crowd to show just how hard he is cranking the pressure. A few fans start a mild “Dachslemania” chant.
Alecia Matthews: We’ve heard your thoughts on LeeRoy and Vass. What about Maxwell Dachs?
Frank Lynn: He has charisma and style but he is also an arrogant douchebag. He certainly doesn’t lack in confidence and that is good because if you don’t believe you will win then you have already lost.
Daniel Knight: Like the Thunderbirds were confident before the tag title match at Exodus?
Frank Lynn: Exactly like that. We would have won if not for Lila Sleater’s interference.
Daniel Knight: Sounds like the excuse of a sore loser.
Frank Lynn: Watch it Daniel. How about you get back to the action in the ring because Dachs is looking good right now. He has that guillotine choke on tight. It’s not the flashiest way to win but it is effective.
Vass fights against the choke hold getting to his feet and charging at a corner. Vass drives Dachs into the turnbuckles breaking the hold. Vass hits Dachs with several European uppercuts, enough to slightly stun him. Vass goes to the opposite corner and sizes up Max. He gets a good running start and flies into Dachs hitting him with a forearm smash to the head.
Alecia Matthews: Vass has found his second wind recovering from the punishment he took earlier to take over this match.
Frank Lynn: This has been a good back and forth match. They all really want that opportunity to lose to me at SuperBrawl.
Daniel Knight: Vass is working Dachs over in the corner and setting him up for something big.
Vass lifts Dachs onto the top turnbuckle, then climbs the ropes and rains down punches while the crowd counts along. He stops after ten and wraps his arm around Dachs’ neck setting him up for a superplex. Before he can execute the move, LeeRoy Jenkins makes his way back into the ring and positions himself under Vass. The crowd gets quiet in anticipation. They don’t have to wait long before all three men come crashing down in the combination superplex/powerbomb TOWER OF DOOM!
The crowd responds with a huge roar, then a three way split of crowd support for each wrestler to get up.
Daniel Knight: That was a great equalizer. All three men hit hard.
LeeRoy recovers first and drags Vass on top of Dachs. LeeRoy fires up the crowd with some yelling and arm waving. Then he reaches down grabbing the legs of both downed men locking in a Boston Crab on the two slightly smaller men at once! Both victims of the submission hold cry out in pain as LeeRoy tries to sit down on them for maximum pressure.
Daniel Knight: LeeRoy looking strong! I can’t believe he has both Dachs and Vass locked in that Boston Crab.
Frank Lynn: I think its another mistake. See how he can’t get the full effect of the hold because he is fighting the strength and mass of two men?
Alecia Matthews: It’s going to be a true test of strength if LeeRoy can keep the hold on long enough to get one of his opponents to tap.
LeeRoy keeps the hold on for a while but neither man taps out. Finally, a concerted effort by Vass and Max lifts LeeRoy off his feet and sends him into the ropes. Vass and Dachs untangle themselves from each other and turn their combined attention on LeeRoy. They approach him and alternate chops to Jenkins’ chest until it becomes a deep shade of red. (Woo! Woo! Woo!)
They whip LeeRoy across the ring into the ropes. As he comes back in their direction, Dachs hits a back body drop. Vass catches LeeRoy’s legs as he plummets downward and turns it into a brutal powerbomb. Dachs immediately follows with a poorly aimed (or maybe very well aimed) elbow drop that hits LeeRoy in the crotch.
Alecia Matthews: LeeRoy couldn’t handle two men at once. This could be it!
Dachs rolls onto LeeRoy for the cover.
1…
2…
Daniel Knight: No! Vass breaks up the pin attempt.
Vass pulls Dachs to a standing position and immediately hits a diamond cutter. Vass goes for a cover of Dachs.
1…
2…
Jenkins had enough strength left to get a hold of Vass’ ankle and pull him off of Dachs.
Alecia Matthews: Another pin attempt broken up by the third man. That’s the hardest part of a multi-man match for a wrestler to deal with.
Frank Lynn: Very true. You have to make sure the odd man out is really OUT before you go for a pin or submission.
Frustrated and angry, Vass quickly jumps to his feet and stomps away at the moonshiners head and chest. The stunned Jenkins is defenseless and Vass sees this. Vass climbs to the second turnbuckle and jumps off to hit an elbow drop to Jenkins chest. Vass goes for another cover.
1…
2…
The pin is broken up by Dachs!
Daniel Knight: Lots of pin attempts but no pin yet.
Alecia Matthews: Which of these men would you like to see get the pin, Frank? Which one do you want to fight in the Golden Opportunity match at SuperBrawl?
Frank Lynn: I haven’t seen anything in this match to make me fear any of them. If I had to choose, I’d say Jenkins because I would love to beat the hell out of him along the way to becoming the first ever Golden Opportunity champion.
Dachs grabs Vass by the hair and pulls him off of LeeRoy. Dachs hits Vass with a super kick that sends him reeling back into a corner. Dachs picks LeeRoy off the mat and sends him flying over the top rope to the floor in front of the announcers table.
Maxwell flexes and poses for the crowd. Then he runs at Vass in the corner hitting an enziguri that rocks Vass’ head. Dachs follows it up with rapid punches to Vass’ mid-section.
Dachs pulls Vass into the center of the ring. He tries to fire up the crowd one more time, then places Vass’ hand on his crotch and starts a grinding motion that builds in speed and intensity. Vass has a look of horror on his face as he realizes what Dachs is doing but it is too late to stop it. With one last huge pelvic thrust Dachs sends Vass flying into the air with a TRUMP TOWERS PLEX! Dachs puts his hands behind his head and continues to grind his hips for the amusement of the crowd. A “Dachslemania!” chant starts up.
Frank Lynn: That move is really impressive. Not many men would use their penis as a weapon. It makes me wonder what kind of special training he does.
Alecia Matthews: It was an impressive dick move. And that is another statement for the list of things I never thought I’d say while calling a match.
Daniel Knight: I’m sure you’ve seen a few impressive dick moves.
The commentary is interrupted by the very loud slap.
Frank Lynn: *laughs* Now that was an impressive move!
On the floor, LeeRoy is getting to his feet in front of Frank Lynn. He eyes Frank with bad intentions, pointing at his eyes and then at Frank in the classic “I’m watching you” gesture. Frank smiles at LeeRoy.
Frank Lynn: You need to stop worrying about me and start worrying about what is going on in the ring!
LeeRoy turns around to see Dachs on the top turnbuckle about to leap off and hit Vass with a high risk move. LeeRoy bounds up the ring steps and grabs the top rope, shaking it violently up and down until Dachs loses his balance and falls crotch first onto the top turnbuckle.
LeeRoy gets into the ring and runs over to Dachs who is rocking back and forth on the turnbuckle dangerously close to falling off.
Alecia Matthews: What a slam!
Frank Lynn: I don’t like LeeRoy but that was a classic moment of using your head. Small amount of effort with a big pay off.
Daniel Knight: With Dachs temporarily out of the picture Jenkins needs to take care of Vass quickly.
Alecia Matthews: Vass is somewhat distracted right now which makes him an easy target.
LeeRoy turns towards Vass, who is on his knees looking at his hand in disgust. Vass waves his hand around and wipes it on his pants as if he is trying to rub off several layers of skin.
LeeRoy grabs Vass by the head, lifts him to his feet, and whips him into the ropes. When Vass bounces back in his direction, LeeRoy hits the STILL EXPLOSION (spinning sit down powerbomb)!
Daniel Knight: STILL EXPLOSION! We’ve heard about LeeRoy’s big move but this is the first time we’ve seen him use it in a match.
Alecia Matthews: It could be enough to get the job done. He’s going for the pin.
LeeRoy grabs Vass’ legs and goes for the pin, but what's this! Maxwell Dachs jumps on top of Jenkins.
Daniel Knight: Pile on!
1…
2…
3!
DING! DING! DING!
The crowd are confused as to what just happened and wait for Christa's announcement. She pauses for a moment and the referee shouts down to her from in the ring. She nods and then picks up the mic:
Christa Adina: Due to a double pinfall your winners Maxwell Dachs and Leeroy Jenkins!
Daniel Knight: Congratulations to LeeRoy Jenkins! He gets his first win and is on his way to SuperBrawl with a chance to win the Golden Opportunity!
Alecia Matthews: Yeah but what just even happened? Dachs managed to scramble his way to victory as well? Does this mean both men qualify for the Golden Opportunity match at Superbrawl?
Dachs has already rolled off of the pile and is celebrating. LeeRoy, while at first p*ssed off with Dachs soon realises it hasn't cost him anything, he retrieves his bottle of moonshine and takes his lighter out of his pocket. He takes a big celebratory swig of the shine. Then he turns towards Frank Lynn, takes another swig, holds up his lighter, and spits out the shine sending a huge fireball in Frank’s direction causing another roar of approval from the crowd.
Frank Lynn: LeeRoy can celebrate all he wants to right now. The only thing he won tonight is the opportunity to get his ass kicked by me at SuperBrawl.
Daniel Knight: Well good luck to you Frank. Based on what we saw tonight, LeeRoy is ready for a fight, and you're going to have to watch out for that wily cat Maxwell Dachs!
Alecia Matthews: And you can’t forget the other four men in the match, including your opponent in our next match, Big McLargehuge.
Frank Lynn: I’m sure it will be an uphill battle but I know I can beat them all and win the GO title.
Vass has moved to a corner of the ring and is leaning against the ropes still staring at his hand in disgust. Then he spots Dachs on the floor leaning against one corner of the ring. Vass slides out of the ring and looks under the ring. He finds a lead pipe!
Daniel Knight: Oh no! Here we go again. Vass is still upset about the TRUMP TOWERS PLEX and is chasing Dachs with a weapon.
Frank Lynn: Go ahead Daniel. Call him a psycho nut job! Or is that something you only do for me?
Vass makes an animalistic scream and charges at Dachs, swinging the lead pipe wildly at Dachs’ head. Dachs ducks at the last second and the pipe slams into the ring post with a loud bang. Dachs runs away from the incensed Vass who chases him. Vass almost catches him and swings wildly again but Dachs avoids the blow. The lead pipe crashes into the steel ring steps with a loud clang that echoes throughout the arena.
Dachs continues to run, jumping over the security barrier and running through the crowd to get away from the crazed Vass. Vass gives chase but Dachs makes it to the curtain and disappears backstage. Vass gets as far as the curtain before several security guards stop him. After a brief struggle, the guards get the pipe away from Vass and escort him backstage.
Alecia Matthews: That was a really close call for Dachs but he survived.
Daniel Knight: Vass showed a violent side we haven’t seen before. Maybe you should consider him as a tag team partner.
Frank Lynn: Maybe you should shut your damn mouth.
Alecia Matthews: The field is set for SuperBrawl. Six men with shot at making history. It should be a great match.
Daniel Knight: Up next are two men who qualified at the Horizon show: the man who joined us on commentary, Frank Lynn, and the huge Big McLargehuge.
LeeRoy Jenkins carrying his jar of shine makes his way over to the announcers table and takes a seat next to Daniel Knight on the opposite end of the table from Frank Lynn. He grabs a set of headphones and joins in the conversation.
LeeRoy Jenkins: Hello Daniel, Alecia. If Frank can call my match I might as well stick around and call his match.
Frank Lynn: Sure to be yet another example of you trying to be better than me at something and failing. Watch closely as I dismantle McLargehuge. You might learn something.
Daniel Knight: Well I think its great to have a real rising talent join us for the match after listening to your psycho ramblings.
Frank Lynn: Watch it Knight. You don’t want to make me angry, do you?
Alecia Matthews: Some days I love my job. Too bad this isn’t one of them. All of you be quiet, Christa is ready to get the next match started.
The lights dim. The first few riffs of KISS' “I Was Made For Loving You” start up. Big totally misses his cue so the audience just sits there dumbfounded as they listen to this awful song.
Eventually Big stumbles out from the back -- really sweaty for some reason.
Christa Adina: HERE HE IS, HE'S BIG -- FOR YOU -- BIG MCLARGEHUUUUUUUUGE!
Big makes it to the ring finally and inappropriately adjusts himself in front of the camera much to no one's delight. He strides to the entrance ramp side of the ring and leans on the ropes awaiting the arrival of his opponent.
The lights dim. The first guitar screams of King Crimson’s "21st Century Schizoid Man" blast through the arena. A white silhouette of a B-52 bomber flies across the giant black screen above the entrance stage. A figure jumps out of the plane. When the figure hits the bottom of the screen, it explodes and "FRANK LYNN" appears on the screen in huge block letters that cycle through colors from white to yellow to orange to red.
Frank Lynn gets up from the announcer table and enters the ring by doing a springboard front flip to land in the center of the ring with his arms spread out.
Christa Adina: Ladies and Gentlemen, now entering the ring from Boston, Massachusetts standing at 6’ 2” and weighing 232 lbs., he is “Fearless” Frank Lynnnnnn!
Frank Lynn does a single 360 spin with his arms spread wide and hands open palms facing up, makes a fist with his right hand, beats his chest directly over his heart once, raises his right arm, and points to the sky holding the pose for five seconds before he goes to his corner.
Alecia Matthews: I heard that Frank has changed his diet and workout routine since he doesn’t have to worry about weight cuts anymore. He was 225 lbs. when he debuted but now he is up to 232 lbs.
LeeRoy Jenkins: I hope Frank keeps packing on those extra pounds. The bigger he gets the slower and less agile he will be. I hope he keeps going until he tips the scales at over 400 lbs. and is pushed to the ring in a wheel barrel.
Big McLargehuge continues to stare at the entrance stage waiting for Frank to arrive. He raises his arms high into the air and screams for all to hear.
Big McLargehuge: Ha! The little man is scared of me! He won’t show up! I win! Again!
Frank Lynn and the referee stand in the middle of the ring looking at Big’s humongous back waiting for the idiot to turn around so the match can start. Big continues to ramble incoherently.
Daniel Knight: Come on Big. Turn around. Frank is waiting for you.
LeeRoy Jenkins: Big better turn around. Frank is really good at attacking people from behind.
Alecia Matthews: Nothing wrong with that. He is quite right when he says that you should never turn your back on your opponent.
LeeRoy Jenkins: Specially when Frank Lynn is your opponent.
The referee cautiously approaches Big and taps on his shoulder. Big turns toward the ref almost taking his head off with one of his massive arms. The ref quickly gets to safe distance while pointing in Franks direction and signaling for the bell.
DING! DING! DING!
Big is surprised to see Frank Lynn standing across from him, his arms crossed and a smirk on his face. Frank slowly unfolds his arms and motions for Big to come at him.
Alecia Matthews: And here we go. Big McLargehuge versus Frank Lynn in a preview of one third of the SuperBrawl Golden Opportunity match!
Big, true to form, lumbers right at Frank Lynn and swings a hamhock sized fist at his Frank’s face. Frank dodges the strike, hits a stiff kick to Big’s knee, and backs away. Big comes at Frank again with another attempted fist to the face but Frank dodges, kicks his leg again, and backs away. This pattern repeats several more times.
Alecia Matthews: Sound strategy to start by Frank Lynn. He’s making like a lumberjack slowly chopping away at a tree until it falls over.
LeeRoy Jenkins: I don’t think anybody doubts Frank is smarter than Big but he can’t keep running. Big will get a hold of him and then the punishment begins.
Daniel Knight: Good observation LeeRoy. I knew there was a reason I like you more than psycho Frank. All it takes is one massive blow from Big and this match will be over.
Big continues to chase Frank and try to catch him with a haymaker but Frank evades, gets in a quick strike to Big’s legs, and backs away.
Big McLargehuge: Why won’t little man stand still and fight? Are you afraid of me?
Frank Lynn: The little man isn’t afraid. The little man is using his brain. You should try it sometime!
The verbal barb infuriates Big and he charges at Frank. Frank responds with a dropkick to Big’s leg which causes the big man to fall to his knees. Frank quickly circles around Big, hitting stiff kicks to his chest and back. Unfortunately for Frank, the kicks don’t have much effect on his large opponent. Big lashes out and grabs Frank’s leg, twisting it around and tossing Frank into the air. Frank falls backward into the corner and leans against the ropes, stunned more by Big’s strength than any physical pain.
Big gets up and charges into the corner crushing Frank. He winds up and lands a haymaker, then another, and goes for a third. Frank drops down to the mat and rolls out of the ring onto the floor to a chorus of boos from the fans. He takes a walk around the ring towards the announcer table while the ref starts a 10 count and Big screams for the “little man” to get back in the ring and fight.
Frank Lynn: Hey LeeRoy! You learning anything watching a real winner wrestle?
LeeRoy Jenkins: Yeah. I’m learning how to run away like a coward.
Daniel Knight: It sure looks like you are running from this fight, Frank.
Frank Lynn: Shut the hell up Daniel. You’re too stupid to talk. Keep watching LeeRoy and I’ll show you how a winner takes care of business.
Alecia Matthews: Careful Daniel. You don’t want to piss off the psycho, do you?
LeeRoy Jenkins: Don’t worry. If Frank tries anything I’m here. He will have to go through me to get to you.
The ref is still counting so Frank turns his attention back to the ring, sliding in and breaking the count at nine. Big is on him immediately, stomping on Frank with him his big boots. Frank slides back out of the ring and motions for the ref to back Big off so he can get in the ring. The ref does so despite protests from McLargehuge. Frank is able to get back in the ring and stand eye to chin with Big.
Yet again, Big lumbers towards Frank trying to land a knockout punch which Frank avoids, then stiffly kicks one of Big’s legs before getting to a safe distance. The tactic is starting to work as Big develops a slight limp which makes it harder for him to catch Frank.
Alecia Matthews: Frank’s hit and run tactics are taking a toll on McLargehuge.
Daniel Knight: Big is definitely slowing down but if he does catch Frank he is going to take out a lot of frustration by breaking him in half.
LeeRoy Jenkins: Would that be a bad thing Daniel? I wouldn’t mind as long as he leaves enough of Frank alive for me to finish off later.
Frank stops running and baits Big with verbal and non-verbal taunts. The giant man limps towards him and screams, spit shooting out of his mouth and spraying everywhere. Just when Big is within arms reach, Frank slides under Big and gets behind him. Frank wraps his arms around Big’s waist and tries to get him up for a German suplex. The first attempt fails as Big blocks the move. The second attempt also fails. Frank gives up on the suplex and jumps up, wrapping his arms around Big’s head and neck.
Daniel Knight: Frank couldn’t get the big man up.
Alecia Matthews: He may not need to. He has the sleeper hold locked in tight and has grapevined his legs around Big making it even harder for Big to breathe.
LeeRoy Jenkins: I’ll admit it, I’m slightly impressed. Frank is putting up a good fight against Big.
Big stumbles around the ring with Frank Lynn stuck to his back slowly putting him to sleep. Big falls to his knees and Frank grimaces as he tries to squeeze even tighter on the sleeper hold. Big’s arms slump to his sides and the ref moves in to check him. He lifts Big’s arm once and it drops, lifts it a second time and it drops.
LeeRoy Jenkins: Come on you big stupid idiot! Wake the hell up!
The ref lifts Big’s arm a third time. It doesn’t drop. Big is fighting back against the sleeper hold and Frank is having a hard time maintaining the pressure necessary to put Big to sleep. Big’s eyes open wide with a crazed look. He gets to his feet with Frank still clinging to him. Big lumbers around the ring trying to grab Frank and pull him off. Frank continues to hold on for dear life.
Then Big spies the turnbuckles. Big runs backwards building up a head of steam while Frank gets a panicked look on his face. Big slams into the turnbuckle shaking the ring and squashing Frank who finally releases the hold.
Alecia Matthews: Big is back in this match though sheer size and strength.
Daniel Knight: It was inevitable. Frank couldn’t to put him to sleep.
LeeRoy Jenkins: Now we get to the fun part. I need some popcorn.
Big grabs Frank and throws him across the ring. Frank is stunned and gasping for air, crawling away from Big but not fast enough. Big reaches down and grabs Frank with both hands around his neck. He lifts Frank high up into the air with the two handed choke hold. Frank’s feet are flailing in the air at least two feet above the mat. The ref tries to get Big to break the choke but he won’t so he starts a five count.
Big waits until the ref gets to four before breaking the hold. Too bad for Frank he broke the hold by slamming Frank to the mat with a thunderous boom. Big tries to stomp on Frank, but he is able to roll out of the way. This repeats several times until Frank rolls close enough to the ropes that he can slide out of the ring and take another walk on the floor towards the announcers table. The crowd boos Frank again but he gives a wry smile and keeps walking towards LeeRoy.
LeeRoy Jenkins: Again with the running away! What a coward!
Frank Lynn: A coward who has two victories over you!
Daniel Knight: Psycho Frank at it again. He seems more interested in LeeRoy than Big.
Big paces angrily in the ring yelling at the ref to get “the little man” back in the ring. The ref stops his count to warn Big to stay back, then starts a new count. Frank enjoys the extra time on the floor as he is slowly recovering from Big’s last assault. The crowd does not enjoy Frank’s extended walk and lets him know it with the loudest round of boos yet. Frank turns his attention to LeeRoy for one more taunt.
Frank Lynn: I’m telling you LeeRoy, you should be taking notes because I am putting on a master class just for you.
LeeRoy stands up and glares at Frank, on the verge of attacking his rival.
Daniel Knight: Don’t do it LeeRoy. If you attack Frank, then he wins the match.
Frank Lynn: Come on tough guy! Attack me! I win the match, get to kick your ass, and you get fined by Lila for interfering!
LeeRoy points at Frank, then at Big, and motions for Frank to get back in the ring before the ten count. He laughs sarcastically at Frank and sits back down. Frank flips the finger at LeeRoy before making his way back into the ring.
Big allows Frank to get into the ring before attacking him again. He charges at Frank and lifts up his leg for a big boot to Frank’s face. Frank ducks under the boot, spins around 180 degrees, and hits a chop block to Big’s leg knocking him down.
Alecia Matthews: Frank has Big down! He got him off his feet!
Daniel Knight: With another attack from behind, a chop block!
LeeRoy Jenkins: That is Frank’s m.o.
Frank grabs Big’s foot and stretches out his leg. He hits a series of elbow drops to the knee. Big attempts to sit up and grab Frank, but Frank is ready and kicks Big in the face knocking him back to the mat. Then he goes back to work on the leg, torquing the knee with repeated spinning toe holds.
Big is in obvious pain as Frank works over his knee. The pain gives him an adrenaline surge and Big kicks Frank with his good leg, catching Frank in the small of the back and sending him flying into the corner. Frank shakes his head and turns around to resume his attack on Big, but walks straight into a big boot that sends both men to the mat.
Daniel Knight: Big could barely stand yet he managed to take Frank out with just one powerful kick to the face.
Alecia Matthews: But at what cost? How much damage did Frank do to Big’s leg? Can he recover enough to get more offense in and go for the pin?
LeeRoy Jenkins: Never underestimate the heart and desire of a wrestler. I think Big makes up for his obvious shortcomings with his heart. He just showed a little of what he will go through to get the win.
Big has managed to get to his feet and walks gingerly on his bad leg. He scoops Frank up and sends Frank back down to the mat with a massive body slam. “The little man” irritated Big so he picks him up one more time and drops him with a power bomb. Big goes for a cover.
1…
2…
Kickout! Frank just barely gets his shoulder off the mat but it is enough to stop the pin.
LeeRoy Jenkins: SO CLOSE! Come on Big. Beat him up some more and pin him!
Daniel Knight: Yeah Big! Pin the psycho nut job!
Alecia Matthews: Daniel, you do know we are supposed to be impartial. LeeRoy can have a favorite but we are supposed to call it down the middle.
Daniel Knight: Really? When did that policy go into effect? Let’s go Big!
Alecia Matthews: *sigh* It looks like all the damage Frank did to Big’s legs kept him from getting as much out of the power bomb as he usually does and Frank was able to kick out.
Big lifts Frank up for another powerbomb, but Frank kicks Big’s damaged knee. Big drops Frank and stumbles backwards until he catches himself on the ropes. Frank bounces off the far side ropes and charges at Big, leaping into the air to hit a cactus clothesline sending both men over the top and down to the floor.
Both men roll around on the floor. Frank gets up first. Instead of attacking Big he makes his way towards the announcer table. Big is still trying to stand up but his knee gives out.
Frank comes over to LeeRoy and gets right in his face. He speaks to LeeRofy in a low pitched voice that is almost a growl.
Frank Lynn: Now is the part where I teach you a lesson.
Frank grabs LeeRoy’s jar of shine and throws it in LeeRoy’s face. LeeRoy rips off his headset and charges at Frank, but Frank has already run away. LeeRoy chases Frank around the ring intent on beating the hell out of him for wasting a jar full of his best shine. The crowd cheers in support of LeeRoy; they have had enough of Frank’s antics and want to see him suffer.
Alecia Matthews: Oh my! It’s breaking down now.
Daniel Knight: Yes indeed. And the fans are eating it up.
Big manages to get to his feet and massages his knee trying to loosen it up and reduce the pain to a tolerable level. He glances around the ring to see LeeRoy chasing Frank and they are heading his way. Big takes a few steps and sets up for a big boot that Frank Lynn should run right into at full speed.
Frank runs from LeeRoy, looking back to see how close he is. Then Frank looks at Big and sees the big man waiting to knock his lights out. Frank smiles and runs right at Big. As Big lifts his leg to deliver the big boot, Frank dives to the floor and rolls past Big. LeeRoy continues chasing Frank and eats the big boot!
Big shows no remorse at having kicked the crap out of LeeRoy. He turns towards Frank Lynn and goes after him. He takes a few steps when suddenly LeeRoy attacks him from behind with sledgehammer blows to Big’s head and back. LeeRoy shoves Big head first into the ring post and continues his assault. Big responds in kind and the two exchange a flurry of punches.
Daniel Knight: No! Big and LeeRoy are attacking each other. They should be working together to beat the hell out of Frank Lynn.
Alecia Matthews: I actually agree with you. Frank Lynn just played both of them. Now LeeRoy is doing his work for him while Frank can watch and recover.
Frank is standing close by and hears their comments. He takes a moment to confirm their observations.
Frank Lynn: You got that right. I love it when a plan comes together!
Big and LeeRoy continue to pound away at each other. The confused ref gives up on his ten count. He doesn’t call for a disqualification as LeeRoy didn’t attack Frank or Big; they attacked him. Frank takes advantage of the chaos. He climbs up to the top turnbuckle and tries to fire up the crowd. The fans respond with cheers, not so much supporting Frank but rather in anticipation of a high risk move.
Frank points to the sky and then takes to the air. He flies off the top turnbuckle executing a beautiful moonsault and landing directly on Big and LeeRoy sending all three men crashing to the floor in a pile. Frank kips up and celebrates for the crowd.
Alecia Matthews: Frank Lynn hits the moonsault. His high risk move paid off in a big way!
The ref has had enough. He climbs out of the ring and goes directly to LeeRoy Jenkins, making the “You’re outta here!” motion. LeeRoy tries to push his way past the ref towards Frank, but the ref won’t give way. He motions for LeeRoy to leave the ringside area again. LeeRoy finally does so with a disappointed look on his face.
While the ref dealt with LeeRoy, Frank grabbed a still stunned Big McLargehuge and whipped him into the ring steps. Frank got back into the ring just as LeeRoy made his exit. The ref turns towards Frank in the ring, then to Big lying next to the ring steps, and back to Frank. Frank shrugs his shoulders as if to say “I don’t know what happened.” which draws a negative reaction from the crowd.
Daniel Knight: Frank Lynn is at it again. Everybody knows what he did except the ref.
Alecia Matthews: You have to give credit to Frank. He had a plan and it worked perfectly. If Big can’t get back into the ring, Frank wins. If Big does get back in the ring, he is still suffering from the extra damage Frank tricked LeeRoy into doing to Big.
Daniel Knight: Well LeeRoy is gone now thanks to the ref. Frank is going to have to win on his own.
Frank walks around in the ring almost fully recovered while the ref administers a ten count. Big has made it to his feet and is muttering something about “too many little men”. He makes his way back into the ring as the ref gets to nine.
Frank is ready for Big. As soon as Big takes a few steps into the ring, Frank springboards off the top rope and hits the SPAZ ATTACK! (Lou Thezs press followed by multiple elbow smashes to Big’s head). Frank gets off of Big and jumps onto the top turnbuckle. He leaps off for a five star frog splash.
Big gets his good leg up and Frank face plants on Big’s very large boot! Frank takes a few staggering steps and flops to the mat.
Daniel Knight: Crash and burn! Big isn’t out of this match yet. It must have been pure instinct but he got his leg up and countered the frog splash!
Alecia Matthews: Frank certainly looks like he was hurt bad but Big has taken a lot of damage in this match. I’d say all he did was even the scales.
Big gets up and goes on the offensive, picking up Frank for a scoop slam. Then he slings Frank over his shoulder and charges towards the corner. Big’s damaged knee keeps him from getting as much momentum as normal but he still manages to slam Frank into the corner with enough force to shake the ringpost.
Big sits Frank on the top turnbuckle. He takes a step back so he can really wind up and slaps Frank’s chest hard enough to leave a big Big handprint on it. Frank tries to fight back but to no avail. Big unleashes a series of punches to Frank’s head. Big reaches out and grabs Frank around the throat with one of his huge hands.
Alecia Matthews: This could be bad news for Frank Lynn. There is no where for him to go but down. And it is a long way down from where he is.
Daniel Knight: We knew it would take just one big power move for Big to end this match. It looks like he is about to hit it.
Big climbs up to the second rope and starts to lift Frank by his neck. Sensing his impending doom, Frank Lynn fights back with every last bit of strength. He punches Big in the head several times, kicks him in the stomach, and as a last resort he smashes his own head into Big’s head. Both men are stunned but Frank retains control, wrapping an arm around Big’s neck, leaping off the top turnbuckle, and spinning around to hit a tornado DDT!
Alecia Matthews: Wow! We thought a big move was coming but not from Frank Lynn. What a tornado DDT!
Daniel Knight: That was a long way for all 300 plus pounds of Big to fall right on the top of his head. Psycho Frank turned the tables on McLargehuge.
Daniel is right that coming off the second rope onto his head really hurt Big. He is not moving. Frank gets up and stomps on Big a few times to make sure he stays down then climbs back up to the top turnbuckle. He wastes no time in taking flight hitting a five star frog splash and immediately going for the pin.
1…
2…
3!
DING! DING! DING!
There is a split reaction from the crowd as half cheer and half boo. Frank is unaffected by the audience reaction and celebrates his win.
Christa Adina: Ladies and gentlemen, your winner… “Fearless” Frank Lynnnnnnnnnn!
The referee raises Frank Lynn’s hand in victory. Frank leaves the ring and starts to head up the ramp while the referee checks on Big, who is slowly getting to his feet and asking the ref if he won.
Daniel Knight: It looks like Frank Lynn will have the momentum he wanted going into SuperBrawl.
Alecia Matthews: That was a great match with just a little of the usual craziness we see here in the WFWF. I’m really excited to see what happens when they clash again with the other qualifiers for the Golden Opportunity Championship.
There is a sudden and very loud roar from the crowd.
Daniel Knight: What the hell! Is that LeeRoy Jenkins?
Alecia Matthews: It is! We aren’t done yet!
LeeRoy Jenkins has run out from backstage down the entrance ramp and attacked Frank Lynn. Jenkins flew into Lynn and drove him back down the ramp into the ring apron. Now he is raining punches on Frank who is doing his best to cover up.
Jenkins picks Frank up and slams him down to the floor. Frank rolls away and tries to find some cover but there is none. LeeRoy stalks him, fire in his eyes. He grabs Frank by the head and gets Frank in position for a suplex. Frank fights back the only way he can - he hits Jenkins with a low blow that doubles over the moonshiner.
Both men stagger around throwing weak punches and kicks at each other. Big McLargehuge sees them fighting and thinks that either the match isn’t over or that a new match has started. Whatever the case, the big man wants in!
Big stands on the ring apron, flexes his big muscles, and shouts for everyone to hear.
Big McLargehuge: BIG SMASH!
Big jumps off the apron and hits a double axe handle smash to both LeeRoy and Frank. Big starts throwing wild haymakers at them. They manage to avoid some but not all of Big’s vicious blows. They look at each other and have the same thought: they need to stop Big!
Frank and LeeRoy kick Big’s legs dropping him to his knees. They get on either side of Big wrapping their arms around his neck. LeeRoy counts one-two-three. On three, both men lift Big up and over for a suplex onto the entrance ramp. The crash of Big onto the metal ramp rings loudly throughout the arena.
As soon as Big goes down, Frank and LeeRoy go back to beating the hell out of each other. Lila Sleater appears at the entrance with at least a dozen security guards. She orders them to stop the melee. They comply albeit not very enthusiastically. Big has unbelievably gotten back to his feet and rammed both Frank Lynn and LeeRoy Jenkins into a security barrier. By the time security get close to them, all three wrestlers are exchanging fast and furious punches.
It takes several minutes but the security guards finally get the three men separated. Lila Sleater is furious.
Lila Sleater: The three of you need to save it for SuperBrawl!
Lila looks at LeeRoy and then at Frank
Lila Sleater: I don’t know what it is with you two but every time I see you I find myself saying “Stop it or you will be fined!” Let’s keep the tradition going. STOP IT OR YOU WILL BE FINED!
Lila takes a step to get right in Frank Lynn’s face
Lila Sleater: Frank, I haven’t forgotten about you. You can get everything you want after SuperBrawl *IF* you win the Golden Opportunity match. If you lose, you get nothing! The ball is in your court!
Frank tries to get free from the four guards holding him back. Nobody else is sure why he is so angry at Lila but right now it is obvious that he has completely forgotten about LeeRoy and Big. Frank wants to rip Lila’s head off.
The chaos finally ends a minute or two later when Lila and Security get everyone backstage so that the main event can go on.
Alecia Matthews: Well that was exciting. What the hell just happened between Lila Sleater and Frank Lynn?
Daniel Knight: I have no idea. Just another day in the WFWF. We'll be back after these ads.
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Post by Drakz on Oct 2, 2016 7:20:39 GMT -5
As we return to the arena “MK7” begins to play out which can only mean one thing:
Alecia Matthews: Well it seems the champ has something to get off his chest as he’s not scheduled for in ring action tonight.
Daniel Knight: Maybe it has something to do with what happened earlier with Cam and Josh?
Drakz walks out onto the stage wearing jeans and a Samael Ahirman t-shirt, the WFWF World Heavyweight Championship over his shoulder.
Alecia Matthews: Or maybe, judging by what he’s wearing, he’s just coming out here to stir the pot as per usual.
Daniel Knight: How dare you, that’s our Heavyweight Champion!
Drakz takes a walk around the ring, looking out around the arena at the crowd in attendance. He does a full lap, taking a mic on his way, before walking up the steel ring steps and stepping through the ropes. His music cuts and the crowd all jeer. He doesn’t seem to mind all that much.
Drakz: Thank you for your input peasants but I’m not out here for you.
Of course, more boos.
Drakz: I’m out here because for some unknown reason addressing matters here seems to get the message across to all those involved, wether they’re watching or not. That’s just the way wrestling works.
Confused boos. Confoos? Canoes?
Drakz: Last week Lila took it upon herself to announce a cluster f*ck of a Superbrawl main event. Instead of the much anticipated marquee match: Drakz vs. Drake Dean, that’s Josh’s kid for those scratching their chimpanzee heads, although he’s not actually his kid. Semantics, we’re not getting the match whatever the weather. No, instead Lila “The Dream Weaver” Sleater took it upon herself to try and please everybody, well, almost everybody. She’s kind of made my life a b*tch if I’m honest. I’m now in a position where I can lose my title, ending my 768 day title reign, without even being involved in the finish. Now that to me smells so much of sh*t that my eyes are watering.
Daniel Knight: He’s got a point Alecia, it’s hardly a fair deal for the champ.
Alecia Matthews: 768 days? Is he forgetting something?
Daniel Knight: No? What?
Alecia Matthews: Joshua Dean?
Drakz: So I figure I’ve got no choice other than to hold Superbrawl hostage until my demands are met. I shouldn’t have to wait long though as every entrant into the match is going to jump at the opportunity. The only way I defend my WFWF World Heavyweight Championship at Superbrawl IX against Cameron Stone, Joshua Dean, Samael Ahriman, Trace Demon and Yukio Blaze, urgh that last one leaves a foul taste in my mouth, is if elimination rules apply. No one takes this f*cking title from me unless they have what it takes to beat ME.
“Make You Mine” hits the PA and the crowd pops as Samael Ahriman makes his way out onto the stage. He wastes no time in getting to the ring, rolling under the bottom rope and stepping up into Drakz’s face. Needless to say the crowd love it.
Drakz: Yes?
Sam smirks and puts a hand on the mic, looking to take it. Drakz pulls it away from him.
Drakz: Get your own Sammy.
Samael looks down at the ground and sighs before looking back into Drakz’s eyes and shaking his head.
Drakz: What? Are you going to jump me again? That seems to be the way you f*cking punks like to do me. Trace as well for that matter. We can’t beat them one on one in a fair fight, so how about if I attack when they’re not expecting it? Go for it lad, I’ll still be waiting to eat you at Superbrawl.
Sam steps around Drakz leaving Drakz looking up at the ramp. He grabs another mic from ringside and opts to stay outside the ring.
Samael Ahriman: You want to talk about fair fights? Your last couple of title defences would have gone south had you not tipped the playing field heavily in your favour. Sneak attacks, false finishes, interference, it’s all there, and you have the gall to come out here and try and do it again. Elimination rules? There’s only one reason you want things to go in that direction. Collusion.
Sam lets that hang in the air and Drakz finally turns around to face him.
Samael Ahriman: If it’s elimination rules then you and Trace can pick us off one by one until there’s only you two left, and we all know how much the pair of you enjoy a d*ck measuring contest.
Burn.
Daniel Knight: Ahriman is way out of line here!
Alecia Matthews: He may have a point though, perhaps there’s more to this request of Drakz’s than meets the eye?
Drakz: You think I’m asking for this because I need help to beat you all? Fine. F*ck it. If you want me to strip away that opportunity I will. I hope this will help you sleep a little better in the days to come sensei.
Drakz moves his attention from Ahriman back to the capacity San Diego crowd.
Drakz: At Superbrawl IX ladies and gentlef*cks I will defend my WFWF World Heavyweight Championship against 5 other………men? People……5 other WFWF employees…………….in an Elimination Chamber!
Daniel Knight: Say whaaaaaaaaaat?!
Alecia Matthews: Oh sh*t!
The crowd goes berserk and rightly so. Drakz looks back toward Ahriman and blows a kiss at him while Ahriman actually slowly applauds the champions decision.
Lila Sleater: Hold on a minute.
Lila makes her way on to the stage.
Lila Sleater: Drakz, how many times do I have to tell you that you can NOT book matches around here.
The crowd boos.
Lila Sleater: Be that as it may though, for once I have to commend you on your idea. I’ve come out here to make it official. The main event of Superbrawl IX…..
Seizure of Power hits to no one’s surprise. Lila Turns around to see Trace walking out to meet her on the stage.
Trace Demon: B*tch please. How can you even book this match? A chamber match needs 6 entrants and I don’t recall ever seeing my name on a contract allowing Yukio f*cking Blaze back into my company?
Lila Sleater: Trace…..
Trace Demon: However……I’d be willing to sign off on the idea if you make it worth my while.
Drakz and Sam are both staring at Trace.
Alecia Matthews: What is he planning?
Trace Demon: You can go to your office right now and print the paperwork for both Yukio Blaze’s final hoorah and the logistics behind getting that monstrous cage to The Rose Bowl, and I’ll sign them both if you right here, right now, confirm that of the 6 men entering that match, and of the 4 men entering those chamber pods, I will be the last to be released…….
Drakz raises an eyebrow.
Daniel Knight: The champ doesn’t look happy about that.
Alecia Matthews: There goes that collusion.
Lila Sleater: Trace, you know I can’t……
The crowd are booing like hell, not only because of Trace’s demand but perhaps more so at the fact that if Lila doesn’t agree they won’t get the Elimination Chamber match they want to see!
Trace Demon: I’m not done. I’m doing this in the interest of fairness, of course. I don’t want Samael’s claims of chicanery to hold any water, which is why the first two men to start proceedings will be those two down there.
Trace points down at the ring and Drakz isn’t even reacting. He looks shellshocked but realises everyone’s watching and has to suck it up. Sleater is fighting with the decision but eventually has to cave:
Lila Sleater: God damn it. Okay.
Ahriman cracks a wry smile as he starts to see the partnership before him showing signs of weakness. Drakz simply stands there, knowing that his attempt to take some of the strain off of him has perhaps pulled back the curtain on Trace’s intentions on the grandest stage of them all and left him with a marathon ahead.
Alecia Matthews: We’ve got our main event folks! Elimination Chamber!
Daniel Knight: 6 men will enter but only one can leave as champion, and right now I honestly don’t know who it’s going to be!
Alecia Matthews: And as the road to SuperBrawl turns its final corner folks, it's time to determine the next man who will enter the first ever Golden Opportunity match on the grandest stage of them all.
As the drums and horns hit, gold and silver ramp and stage lights flicker on and off alternatively in time to the beat. The oddly old fashioned music draws the crowd's attention to the stage as a half-dozen girls dressed in 1920s flapper dresses dance out from behind the curtain.
Daniel Knight: Well, would you look at that?
Alecia Matthews: SuperBrawl is practically synonymous with extravagant entrances, but it appears the WFWF's newest signee is looking to make a splash ahead of schedule.
As the instrumental leads into the opening lyrics of Puttin' On the Ritz, Warren Goodwin emerges with what appears to be a diamond-tipped cane. He smiles to the crowd as he joins the spectacle before handing his cane off to the girl off to his right before dancing with the girl to his left. After a dip and twirl, the girl twirls away and Warren struts down the ramp with his biggest and brightest grin. The remaining four flappers follow a few steps behind, mimicking his movements. Each time the chorus hits the song's titular phrase he throws his arms wide to invite the crowd to sing along.
Christa Adina: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is a Golden Opportunity qualifier match! Ladies and gentlemen, now presenting - from Uptown-Chitown, weighing in at two hundred and forty pounds - "The One and Only" Warren Goodwin!
Warren continues down to the ring itself, reaching out to high five a few supporters in the front row. Upon reaching the ring steps he pops open the buttons of his top coat and two flappers remove it on cue. He reaches over to stroke one of them on the cheek before ascending to the ring apron and entering the ring.
Daniel Knight: An impressive display of showmanship from the WFWF's newest recruit!
Alecia Matthews: Yes, but as we've seen, he'll need more than flash and flourish if he hopes to climb the ladder here in the WFWF.
As Goodwin saunters around the ring, his music fading, the vastly contrasting tones of Running Free by Iron Maiden echo throughout the arena Brandon Bison steps out from behind the curtain.
Christa Adina: And his opponent - from Hollywood, Florida, weighing in at two hundred and thirty pounds - Brandon Bison!
Bison stops after he leaves the curtain and turns to the right, snaps, then to the left, and snaps his fingers again. He makes his way to the ring donning his floral knit shirt and slides into the ring. Bison climbs the ropes and raises his fist. He stretches and turns to face the entrance as he jogs in place, his music fading as both men ready themselves for the match.
Alecia Matthews: Brandon Bison has been off to a shaky start here in the WFWF.
Daniel Knight: A win here tonight would go a long way in reestablishing some solid ground for him to stand on.
Ding! Ding! Ding!
Alecia Matthews: There's the bell, and we are underway.
Both men begin circling one another, each sizing up his opponent, both sets of eyes daring the other to strike first. Warren Goodwin takes the initiative, locking up with Brandon Bison, switching him over to a side headlock and pausing to turn and grin out toward the crowd, pleased with his first show of dominance in the WFWF.
Daniel Knight: This Warren Goodwin is firing on all cylinders, at least as far as trying to cull the favor of the audience.
Looking to give Goodwin a proper welcome, Bison shakes him off, tossing him toward the ropes and stalking him upon his return with a stiff shoulder block that sends Goodwin to the mat. Seizing the opportunity to gain the upper hand, Bison leaps into the air, looking to drop a knee on his fallen opponent, but he's met with nothing but unforgiving mat as Goodwin rolls out of the way, showboating for the crowd as he does so before coming back at Bison with a knee drop of his own.
Alecia Matthews: Quite the exchange early on here.
Daniel Knight: Both of these men have an equally vested interest in leaving here victorious, and it shows, Alecia.
Looking to secure an early and dominant victory, Goodwin rises to his feet and takes hold of Bison's legs, stepping through them and dragging toward a submission lock. Bison, however, will have none of it as he struggles wildly to free himself, scooping Goodwin's free leg and dropping him to the mat before scrambling to put some distance between the two men.
Daniel Knight: A little early for that, I think.
Bison waits for Goodwin to rise back to his feet, then, exploding from the corner, he unloads on the newcomer with a flurry of fists, pressing forward as he does so, driving Goodwin into the opposite corner where he continues the assault. Bison lands several more punches before the ref finally intervenes, driving him away from Goodwin, allowing the rookie to regain his bearings.
Alecia Matthews: Brandon Bison is starting to show the lengths he's willing to go to get himself a spot in the Golden Opportunity match at SuperBrawl.
Daniel Knight: ...and perhaps sending a message to Goodwin that it takes more than showmanship to - OH!
Exploding from out of the corner, Goodwin floors Bison with a football tackle, driving the point home by hooking Bison's leg as both men topple to the mat, rolling over for the cover...
Alecia Matthews: Goodwin looking to close the book early again...
...1...
...2...
Daniel Knight: Still too early for that!
...but Bison is able to kick out with relative ease.
Alecia Matthews: And Bison doesn't like that one bit.
Back on his feet, Bison begins berating Goodwin, visibly angry as he shouts unintelligible words at his opponent, who responds in turn by unloading with a his own flurry of strikes, driving Bison into his own corner. As Bison reels against the turnbuckles, Goodwin begins throwing forearms, one after the other, before stepping away, arms wide to the crowd, looking for a roar of approval.
Alecia Matthews: Goodwin's got his sights set back on the crowd...
Daniel Knight: Might not want to give Bison too much of a -
Bison explodes from the corner suddenly, looking to level Goodwin, who turns in the nick of time and levels his attacker with a perfectly executed clothesline, guillotining Bison and driving him flat to the mat.
Daniel Knight: Goodwin counters it!!
Alecia Matthews: And there's the cover!
...1...
...2...
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Daniel Knight: Oh, no - Bison with the shoulder!
Goodwin slaps the mat in frustration and then heads for the corner, crouching down, waiting patiently as Brandon Bison climbs to his feet. Bison makes it up, turns and that's when Goodwin charges right for him, connecting with a second huge clothesline that damn well near takes Bisons head clean off. Goodwin goes for the cover again...
One!
Alecia Matthews: Clothesline from Hell! He calls that the Bum's Rush and it might have knocked Bison clean out cold.
Two!
Daniel Knight: It's a ridiculous name for a move but it's damn well effective.
Three!
Ding! Ding! Ding!
Christmas Adina: Ladies and gentlemen your winner, Warren Goodwin!
Alecia Matthews: And just like that it's all over, Warren Goodwin qualifies for the Golden Opportunity at Superbrawl!
Daniel Knight: What a debut performance from Goodwin!
Warren Goodwin rises to his feet as his two lovely flappers enter the ring to celebrate. He stops them, first requesting his jacket which one of the flappers helps him get back on. Once that formality is taken care of Goodwin gives a nod of approval as the two flappers begin dancing to celebrate this huge debut victory.
Daniel Knight: Folks, at this time, we've been asked to take you live backstage, where we understand Lila Sleater has an important announcement to make regarding the International Championship match scheduled to take place at SuperBrawl. Lila?
Backstage, Lila Sleater is seated at her desk, poised upright with her hands resting atop the desk, clasped in front of her. Her face is tense, and though she speaks in a calm, reserved demeanor, her gaze is deadly, deadly serious.
Lila Sleater: Thank you, Daniel. As you know, the WFWF extended an invitation to David Brennan earlier that would allow him to return to active competition after several false starts over the years. This invitation came with certain...caveats that would be willfully overlooked in light of David's more questions qualities, in hopes that left to his own devices, David would be able to adapt to his surroundings in a way that would ensure that he would come to serve as an amicable, if not somewhat volatile member of the WFWF roster.
David's actions over the past several weeks, coupled with his words directed at me earlier this evening, have proven that this experiment, of sorts, has been a failed initiative.
Therefor, I have made the decision and ruling that at SuperBrawl, David will maintain his spot in the match for the WFWF International Championship, under a strict and unwavering condition that should be assumed to be a defining hallmark of the WFWF's expectations of Mr. Brennan going forward.
David Brennan will not set one foot through that curtain at SuperBrawl unless he is able to first submit to and pass a field sobriety test to be administered by members of the California State Police on site that evening. Failure to comply and/or pass the test will result in an immediate disqualification and subsequent suspension for violation of the WFWF Wellness Policy.
Mr. Brennan - your words have been heard loud and clear. Thank you for your time this evening. Daniel...
Back at ringside, Daniel Knight and Alecia Matthews are positively awestruck, though Daniel can't seem to wipe the wide mouthed smile from his face.
Alecia Matthews: Wow...
Daniel Knight: Brilliant!
Alecia Matthews: Wow, that's...
Daniel Knight: Folks, what Alecia is trying to say is that, in a stroke of absolute brilliance that serves as a perfect testimony to her qualifications, Lila Sleater has laid down a ruling here tonight that all but ensures that Lucas Crowe will be walking out of SuperBrawl as your continued reigning, defending International Champion!
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Post by Drakz on Oct 2, 2016 7:23:54 GMT -5
Christa Adina: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first…
Gangster's Paradise by Like A Storm hits the PA system. Bluish-colored smoke plumes out from the stage to reveal a shadow. The shadow starts to slowly fade into oblivion with a mysterious-looking Ante Whitner appear on the stage. The smoke returns, this time, a red color, as Ante pulls up his hooded, gray, sweatshirt. He places his two index fingers on his head and yells out. The crowd roars with boos as Ante just smirks and walks down the ramp. He slides into the ring, almost licking the canvas and slowly gets up. He looks in amazement at the capacity-crowd and just smirks. He pulls off his sweatshirt, throws it in the crowd, and yells out: "Are you with me or not?!"
Christa Adina: Currently residing in Miami, Florida, weighing 215lbs and standing 6’1… The Bloodied Eagle… Ante Whitner!
Alecia Matthews: Last show Ante booked his spot in the Golden Opportunity match at Superbrawl. Tonight he's got the opportunity to build some serious momentum ahead of that match.
Daniel Knight: Oh yeah, a win here would certainly make him the favourite, but that's easier said than done.
Darkness engulfs the arena as 'Stay Away' hits the loudspeakers. On the titantron a clips of Bishop's two spells in the WFWF are interjected by clips of the Englishman competing around the world, with competitors much less familiar to the American audience. At “Monkey See, Monkey Do” a flash of pyro blasts out of the stage and from behind the curtain comes Joe Bishop, to a hostile reception from the WFWF fans. The Englishman raises his right arm, with his hand forming a fist, as he takes a few seconds to take in the abuse from the crowd. Then, once the atmosphere dies down, Bishop begins to march down the ramp, concealing his emotions from the audience and looking entirely focused on his upcoming match. He climbs up the ring steps, and enters the ring through the second and third rope. Bishop is left completely still in the middle of the ring - with his arms folded as the music fades and the lights return – ready to take on his opponent.
Christa Adina: Hailing from Wimbledon, England, standing 6’1 and weighing 205lbs… Joe Bishop!
Alecia Matthews: Joe Bishop has plenty of history with Trace Demon. Notably he’s never beaten the WFWF’s owner, will tonight be the night that he finally breaks that slump?
Daniel Knight: Well if it’s going to be tonight he’s going to have to rely on Ante Whitner as much as his own talent. That’s not going to be an easy thing to do given how vocal he’s been about working alone recently.
Christa Adina: And their opponents…
The opening twangy strums of a guitar kickoff Nobody Speak by DJ Shadow and out saunters Lucas Crowe to a chorus of boos. He makes his way down the ramp, stomping a moment to stare down some children sitting beside the aisle, turning his gaze to their parents with a smirk before continuing his stroll down. Like all big men, he pulls himself up from the floor to the apron and then steps over the top rope. Crowe paces around the ring for a few moments before turning to the hard camera side, raising his fist and letting out a guttural yell. He dismissively waves off the fans sitting in the front row that are booing the Motor City Mercenary relentlessly. Crowe leans back against the turnbuckles in his corner awaiting for the bell to ring.
Christa Adina: Hailing from Detroit, Michigan, standing 6’10 and weighing 310lbs, he is the reigning WFWF International Champion... The Motor City Mercanary… Lucas Crowe!
Alecia Matthews: Lucas Crowe is noticeably alone out here, no Justin Tyme or Wreckers in sight. You think that was his decision or Trace Demons?
Daniel Knight: I’ve heard plenty of talk backstage that maybe things aren’t completely perfect between Crowe and Tyme. I figure this adds some credence to that talk.
As the opening chords of “Rise of the War Pigs” hit the speakers the lights across the arena shut off one by one. They are replaced by six crimson spotlights, each one turning on a different part of the arena in sequence. One by one each of the spotlights move to the tip of the stage, combining and showing the first glimpse of Trace Demon who stands, back turned, arms spread wide. As the song builds to a fever pitch he suddenly turns around, throwing his hands up like guns aimed directly at the ring and mouthing “boom”. An explosive pyrotechnics display erupts around him and as they die down the lights in the arena begin to shine once more, showing Trace Demon with that signature smirk on his face.
Christa Adina: And his tag team partner, hailing from Hamilton, Ontario, Canada, standing 6’3 and weighing 230lbs, he is the owner of the WFWF, the King of Demons… Trace Demon!
Trace stands on the ramp, looking around at the crowd, completely unfazed by the reaction he is getting which let’s face it, isn’t very kind. He heads towards the ring, completely ignoring the fans on either side of him as they attempt to touch the King of Demons, instead focused solely on the fun that tonight could bring. As he reaches the bottom of the ramp he takes off his crimson leather jacket, draping it over the ring steps before climbing up them and entering the ring through the ropes. He ascends the nearest turnbuckle and then gives the crowd a sarcastic thumbs up, sending them into a rapturous chorus of abuse. Trace chuckles, leaping back down, settling in the corner beside Crowe as the official runs through the rules to the two teams.
Alecia Matthews: Trace Demon may have gotten out of his match last show, but he’s out of luck tonight.
Daniel Knight: Come on Alecia, he was injured, I think it’s unfair to make him wrestle this close to Superbrawl. His leg can’t be a hundred percent yet.
Alecia Matthews: You’re being serious, aren’t you? God, you almost make me miss Stone.
Joe Bishop and Ante Whitner have a bit of an argument over who gets to start the match, one which Ante reluctantly concedes, exiting out onto the apron. Trace and Crowe have no such issues, the King of Demons patting Crowe on the back and climbing out onto the apron without a care in the world. Bishop shakes his head but Demon can only shrug his shoulders, unfazed. With everyone ready the official signals for the bell, and this one is on!
DING! DING! DING!
Alecia Matthews: Trace Denon is in no hurry to compete from the looks of things.
Daniel Knight: It's called delegation Alecia, is it his fault he trusts his tag partner? Last weeks main event could learn a few things from these two.
Ante Whitner is understandably cautious as the bell rings, the intimidating Lucas Crowe standing opposite him. Crowe has no such concerns and immediately approaches his opponent who, never one to back down from a fight, meets him in the centre of the ring. Both men lock up in a collar and elbow tie up but it's swiftly broken when Crowe drives his knee right up into the gut of Whitner. Whitner’s winded and Crowe follows up with a stiff elbow right to the jaw, showing off his impressive strength as he knocks Crowe back. A second elbow sends Crowe against the ropes and the International Champion is quick to follow up with an Irish whip. Whitner bounces off and is sent crashing down by a big shoulder block.
Alecia Matthews: Impressive strength by Lucas Crowe here, his height and weight advantage are bound to be a difference maker in this one.
Daniel Knight: He's got nine inches on both Ante and Bishop, and he knows how to use it.
Crowe drags Whitner up onto his feet and delivers a vicious clubbing forearm to the back that drops him to his knees. Crowe hooks the head from behind and drives his knee straight into the spine of the Bloodied Eagle, dropping him to the mat and then brings the elbow down across the back, driving all of his weight down in the process. Crowe yanks him back up to his feet and whips him into the corner, Whitner hitting the turnbuckle pad back first. Crowe moves in quickly, wasting no time as he drives his boot into Ante’s gut once, twice, three times. Whitner drops down and Crowe shoves his boot right into the throat, choking him out in the corner. The official steps in quickly, pretty rare for a referee to be honest, but Crowe has a five count and he uses it to full advantage.
Alecia Matthews: A dominant display by the International Champion in these opening minutes of the match.
Daniel Knight: Big, strong, violent, no wonder everybody wants him on side.
Whitner gasps for air as Crowe pulls away, the International Champion being admonished by the official. He shrugs it off and moves in, grabbing Whitner by the head once again. Ante strikes out with a few right hands to the gut but they're too weak and Crowe responds with a stiff knee to the side of the skull. Crowe again with the Irish whip this time to the opposite corner, the big man charging in afterwards for a splash… no! Whitner gets his boots up and Crowe can't stop himself, charging into them full force. Ante pulls himself up onto the middle turnbuckle and launches off to catch Crowe in the jaw with a flying European uppercut that sends the Motor City Mercenary to the mat.
Alecia Matthews: Crowe down for the first time tonight, but can Whitner capitalise?
Daniel Knight: If he's smart he’ll get the hell out of there and make the tag before Crowe gets his hands on him again.
Bishop seems to think the same thing, holding his hand out and calling for the tag. Whitner considers it, but then mounts Crowe instead and begins unloading with right hands. He's quick to his feet, dragging Crowe up with him and whipping him into the corner for a little payback. The Psychopath charges across the ring, looking for a splash in the corner, but Crowe's fast for a guy his size and catches Whitner off guard by grabbing him, hauling him up and dropping him face first onto the top turnbuckle. Whitner drops to the mat, Crowe dragging him across to the corner and offering his hand to the King of Demons. Trace slaps it, tagging himself in.
Daniel Knight: What was that you were saying about Trace not wanting to be a part of this match?
Alecia Matthews: Oh big whoop, he tagged in when Crowe has already done all the hard work. That's not that impressive.
Trace Demon saunters into the ring with some serious swagger, playing to the crowd as he grabs Whitner by the head and drags him up to his feet. Trace grabs the head and begins unloading with some strong style elbow strikes before whipping Ante into the ropes, leaping up and catching him flush on the jaw with a picture perfect dropkick. Trace doesn't waste any motion, sliding around behind Ante and lifting him up into a seated position. Trace hooks his hands around the jaw and drives his knee into the back, locking Ante in a painful looking reverse chinlock. But Trace had done more than that, he's made sure to position himself so that he's looking right at Joe Bishop on the apron, the King of Demons smirking as he tightens his grip and pushes the knee further into Ante’s back.
Alecia Matthews: A painful looking submission there, and not content with that he's taunting Bishop at the same time.
Daniel Knight: And Bishop can't do a single thing about it.
Indeed Bishop can only pace on the apron, shouting at Ante to fight it. But it's not that easy, Trace is a master at submissions and he's got this locked in deep. Ante tries to fight, he tries to summon as much strength as he can to power himself out of the hold and for a moment it looks like he might be able to, arching his back, lifting himself up… but Trace is ready. The King of Demons keeps hold of the head but drops backwards, wrapping his legs around the waist the Whitner as he does so. His momentum drags Ante back with him and Trace wraps his arms around The Psychopath’s throat and just like that Ante Whitner is locked in Paradise Lost!
Alecia Matthews: Paradise Lost out of nowhere! We've never seen anyone escape from this!
Daniel Knight: And if Ante can't become the first to do so then this match is going to end before Joe Bishop can even get in the ring.
Ante Whitner reaches out desperately but there's nowhere to go. He's too far from the ropes, too far from Joe Bishop, too far from anything that could save him. He claws at Trace’s arms, tries to prise them open, but his grip is like a vice and he just squeezes harder, stopping Whitner from breathing. The official is there, ready, expecting the end here and now. But one man is far from ready to call it quits, Joe Bishop climbing into the ring and leaping right at Trace before anyone can stop him. Demon releases his grip in surprise and while Ante rolls away trying to gather his breath back Bishop begins unloading on the King of Demons with right hands!
Alecia Matthews: Joe Bishop makes the save for his partner!
Daniel Knight: And you criticise Trace? That's a dirty cheap shot if you ask me. This match was all but over.
Joe continues to pummel away at Trace despite the officials futile attempts to get him out of the ring. Lucas Crowe climbs in and Bishop sees him coming, quickly rolling off of Demon and sliding out of the ring. Crowe is furious… and Ante comes out of nowhere with a desperation dropkick that sends Crowe through the ropes and crashing to the outside! As he struggles to his feet he finds Trace Demon doing the same. Oh, a vicious headbutt by The Psychopath. Ante wraps his arms around Trace’s waist and hits a big belly to belly suplex! Ante scrambles to his feet, leaps across the ring and makes the tag to Joe Bishop!
Alecia Matthews: These fans have just erupted at the sight of that tag!
Daniel Knight: I'm pretty sure Bishop should be disqualified for what he just did.
As Trace Demon pulls himself up to his feet he turns and is immediately tackled to the ground by Joe Bishop who unloads with more right hands! Trace desperately gets a knee up putting enough room between himself and Bishop to grab the bottom rope and pull himself underneath it, retreating to the outside right beside a rising Lucas Crowe. The opportunity isn't lost on Bishop and he immediately runs the ropes, rebounding and charging towards the opposite side of the ring. He leaps up and over the top rope and comes crashing down right on top of Trace Demon and Lucas Crowe taking both of them down!
Alecia Matthews: The suicide dive connects, can Bishop capitalise?
Daniel Knight: He's got momentum behind him, but he needs to make a move quick.
Move quick is exactly what Bishop does, dragging Trace up and throwing him into the ring. Bishop climbs up onto the apron, holds onto the ropes and leaps over, hitting Demon with a big senton. Bishop quickly goes for the cover.
One…
Two…
But Trace gets a shoulder up. Bishop doesn’t waste a second, grabs Trace by the hair and drags him up onto his feet, hooking the head for a front chancery and swiftly pulling him over for a snap suplex. He keeps hold, rolling through and attempting to lock in Mactabilis Factum but Trace manages to hit an elbow to the side of the head and roll away.
Alecia Matthews: Trace Demon narrowly avoiding Mactabilis Factum there, but Bishop still has him on the run.
Daniel Knight: And with both of their partners still not in fighting shape he could pull off a huge upset if he can just capitalise.
Both men scramble to their feet but it’s Bishop that strikes first, rushing in, hooking the waist and delivering a big, painful looking German suplex. Bishop doesn’t let go though, he keeps the waist hooked and slowly pulls Trace back up to his feet. Once there he lifts him up and overhead and delivers a second German suplex, the crowd cheering loudly. Bishop still doesn’t release the waist, hauling Demon up a second time for a third attempt but- no! Demon’s got enough in him to lash out with those stiff elbows, connecting with the side of Bishop’s head once, twice, three times. Bishop releases the hold and Demon swivels, connecting with a vicious rolling elbow that knocks Bishop to the mat. Trace drops too, hurt, but manages to roll Bishop over for the cover.
ONE!
Alecia Matthews: Trace Demon hit a modified Demon elbow rush, but could that be enough to put Bishop down?
TWO!
Daniel Knight: Those elbows can knock a guy out, I wouldn’t be surprised if Bishop doesn’t know where he is right now.
NO! Bishop gets a shoulder up at the last moment to keep this match alive. Demon sees Crowe clamber up onto the apron and can smell the blood in the water, dragging Bishop up onto his feet and over to the corner. Crowe tags in, Demon holding Bishop for Crowe to deliver a big boot to the gut. Bishop drops to his knees and Crowe drives his boot into the mid-section, sending him rolling into the centre of the ring. Crowe charges across the ring, slamming straight into Ante Whitner and sending him tumbling to the floor. Crowe turns just as Bishop is getting to his feet and storms in for the Yakuza Kick but Bishop ducks underneath it! Bishop returns the favour and shoves Crowe towards his corner and straight into Trace Demon, the King of Demons being sent flying to the floor. Crowe stumbles backwards and Bishop leaps up, delivering a big reverse cutter! He swiftly goes for the cover…
ONE!
Alecia Matthews: Leaping cutter by Bishop, and both Demon and Whitner are down, this could be it!
TWO!
Daniel Knight: What an upset!
Kick out! Crowe forces a shoulder up much to the disappointment of the fans and the crowd. He looks across the ring where Ante has her hand held up, demanding the tag. Bishop considers it… and makes it! The crowd roar as Whitner enters the ring, climbs up on the second turnbuckle and leaps off, clouting a kneeling Crowe with a big double axe handle to the head. Whitner looks at Crowe, realizes his position and then slowly ascends up the nearest turnbuckle. The crowd cheer loudly, knowing full well that Whitner is setting up for the suicide neckbreaker known as The Ghost. He’s nearly there when Trace Demon leaps up on the apron. Whitner sees him coming and nails a boot to the face that sends Demon tumbling to the floor, but the distraction is enough to give Crowe time to recover. The Motor City Mercenary grabs Whitner by the throat and chucks him off of the turnbuckle and into the centre of the ring.
Daniel Knight: Bishop might be regretting making that tag now.
Alecia Matthews: A cheap distraction by Trace Demon, but you’re right, Whitner is in immediate trouble right now.
As Whitner gets to his feet Crowe charges in for a Yakuza Kick but, for the second time tonight, it’s dodged! Whitner charges into Crowe from behind, pushes him into the corner where Trace Demon leaps up and makes the blind tag! Whitner didn’t see it and rolls Crowe up for a pin, but the official refuses to count. Crowe isn’t the legal man! Whitner begins arguing with the official and Demon comes out of nowhere, grabbing Whitner, pulling him into a front chancery, lifting him up and swiftly dropping him down back first across his knees with the D.I.E.D! Crowe’s up and charges across the ring to knock Bishop off of it as Demon hooks Ante’s arms, lifts him up, flips him and drops him with the Demonstration of Hell! Trace goes for the cover.
ONE!
Alecia Matthews: And Trace Demon turns the tables just like that!
TWO!
Daniel Knight: If that doesn’t show you exactly why he’ll be so dangerous at Superbrawl then nothing will.
THREE!
DING! DING! DING!
Christa Adina: And your winners, Trace Demon and Lucas Crowe!
Demon rises off of the mat, smirking at how quickly he ended this match. On the outside Joe Bishop stares angrily at Demon and Crowe, knowing full well that he’s just lost another chance at getting one up on his long standing enemy. Demon and Crowe however could care less. Tonight, with Superbrawl right around the corner, they come out victorious.
Daniel Knight: Folks we could be looking at the two men walking out of Superbrawl IX as the top two champions in the company!
Alecia Matthews: After Trace's demands earlier on regarding his chamber release number the odds are definitely stacked in the King of Demon's favour.
Daniel Knight: We'll see you at Superbrawl! The grandest stage of them all!
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Post by Drakz on Oct 2, 2016 7:26:37 GMT -5
There we go folks. A fairly speedy turn around all things considered. Many thanks to King Richius and CM Poor: DeepFigureValue on match writing duties and segs. I literally just ignored the existence of that opening match on the card seeing as no one RPd for it. The next card is the big one everyone so don't expect it to go up right away. This show is going to be quite the workload and we'll need a lot of help to make it the biggest show we've ever put together.
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Post by bad guy™ on Oct 2, 2016 8:39:57 GMT -5
I demand a month deadline so I actually have five minutes to write an RP.
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Post by Drakz on Oct 2, 2016 9:08:29 GMT -5
I hear that. Jeeeeez.
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Post by bad guy™ on Oct 2, 2016 9:35:16 GMT -5
Pretty sure most of the roster not named Brennan or Demon hear that.
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Post by dachs on Oct 2, 2016 10:02:53 GMT -5
the power of dachslemania brother!!!
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Post by Rated R on Oct 2, 2016 10:21:49 GMT -5
Pretty sure most of the roster not named Brennan or Demon hear that. You're just jealous I wrote my entire RP for this show on my phone while on the bus.
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Post by CM Poor: DeepFigureValue on Oct 2, 2016 10:44:08 GMT -5
Pretty sure most of the roster not named Brennan or Demon hear that. Get f*cked - my SB rp has been incredibly slow going and I didn't write the entirety of the match I claimed for this show.
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Post by bad guy™ on Oct 2, 2016 12:09:39 GMT -5
Pretty sure most of the roster not named Brennan or Demon hear that. Get f*cked - my SB rp has been incredibly slow going and I didn't write the entirety of the match I claimed for this show. Well at least it's going somewhere unlike the rest of us.
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Post by King Richius on Oct 2, 2016 14:08:07 GMT -5
the power of dachslemania brother!!! ... is going to meet the Lynn-sanity at SuperBrawl! The Golden Opportunity will be all mine.
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Post by Drakz on Oct 2, 2016 14:32:32 GMT -5
HAHAHA FFS Lyn-sanity
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Post by Drakz on Oct 9, 2016 15:44:44 GMT -5
F*cking hell these results call Superbrawl "the grandest stage of them all" more times than I care to count. Haha.
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Post by bad guy™ on Oct 9, 2016 16:11:49 GMT -5
F*cking hell these results call Superbrawl "the grandest stage of them all" more times than I care to count. Haha. OK Michael Cole.
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Post by CM Poor: DeepFigureValue on Oct 9, 2016 19:22:50 GMT -5
F*cking hell these results call Superbrawl "the grandest stage of them all" more times than I care to count. Haha. OK Michael Cole. MAGGLE FTFY
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Post by bad guy™ on Oct 11, 2016 14:32:23 GMT -5
Sexy results by the way. Great job for a non major name (mostly) card.
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