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Post by Drakz on Nov 25, 2016 2:35:40 GMT -5
“All roads in the WFWF lead to one place…”
A map moves across the screen, logos from the previous eight editions of this grand show appearing one by one. At the end of this map is the logo for the only show that matters here tonight. Superbrawl IX. The map erupts into flames, leaving behind nothing but ash.
“Superbrawl, a sports phenomenon unlike any other. This is the show all dream of reaching, but only a few can arrive at this sacred destination. But what will they find when they finally do?
A war for a city's very soul?”
Quick clips of Cam Nitta and Quentin Alexander. Both stand in the centre of a street in Chicago, but these streets could not be more different.
“A battle between two men we could not hope to comprehend?”
A tree falls in the forest. The man holding the axe? The manliest man Stan McMann, his moustache far more manly and incredible than you could ever imagine. The forest goes dark, and from the darkness the mad doctor Mantis Toboggan emerges with a scalpel and a sick, disturbing grin.
“A revolution with the very future itself at stake?”
Joe Bishop stands in the centre of a wrestling ring, surrounded by the word revolution spray painted everywhere. Above him The Future peers down from atop a Gothic gargoyle like a hero in the night.
“An opportunity unlike any other. A golden chance to edge towards immortality?”
The five Golden Opportunity competitors look up at the rafters, all eyes focused on a briefcase that hangs precariously above. The briefcase opens, a blinding light erupting out of it.
“A collision between two people who couldn't be more different… or more similar…”
Dex and Penny Shannon stare each other down, their bodies battered and bruised, blood dripping from their faces. Weapons litter the floor around them. They can barely stand, but still they take one final charge at each other, roaring loudly in defiance.
“An opportunity to prove themselves? A chance to finally make their mark?”
David Brennan and Lucas Crowe stand at a literary crossroads. A road sign shows that one route leads to ‘relevance’, the other to ‘pointlessness’. The two men turn their heads to look at each other with a stare as violent as death itself.
“A hellacious structure designed by the devil himself, with the ultimate prize awaiting any who dare step inside its confines?”
The Elimination Chamber stands almost impossibly large. Slowly the camera begins to spin, picking up glimpses of six men standing inside the chamber.
Cameron Stone, cameras flashing all around him.
Yukio Blaze, closing the chamber door behind him on his one last chance.
Samara Ahirman, driving his sword into the ring.
Josh Dean, staring straight down the camera with a focused stare.
Trace Demon, screaming violently.
And finally Drakz, grinning, the WFWF World Heavyweight Championship flung over his shoulder.
“All roads in the WFWF lead to one place…”
The Rose Bowl. The doors open and we're flung through them. Through the entrance, down the corridors, through the backstage area.
The curtain opens.
“Welcome… to Superbrawl.”
An incredible pyrotechnics display explodes on the stage as tens of thousands of fans are packed into the Rose Bowl, cheering loudly. This isn't just a wrestling show, this is THE wrestling show.Alecia Matthews: Ladies and gentlemen welcome to Superbrawl, the biggest event of the year! Daniel Knight: We’re here in the sold out Rose Bowl, one hundred and five thousand, six hundred and eighty eight in attendance for what promises to be one of the biggest shows in WFWF history. Alecia Matthews: I'm Alecia Matthews alongside Daniel Knight, and I hope you're ready for one hell of a show. Alecia Matthews: Let's get right to it! It's SuperBrawl, and to kick things off, we've got ourselves a Chicago turf war that's going to pit relative newcomer Quenton Alexander against the perennial veteran Cam Nitta! Already in the ring, Cam Nitta stretches and paces, as ring announcer Christa Adina joins him in the ring.Christa Adina: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first - already in the ring, from Chicago, Illinois, weighing in at one hundred and eighty five pounds - Cam Nitta!!! Cam acknowledges the small pop from the crowd as his name is cheered, before turning his focus back toward the entrance ramp as the arena goes black, the music picking up with the intro of "Ante Up" by M.O.P. resonating from the speakers.Christa Adina: And his opponent - also from Chicago, Illinois, weighing in at two hundred and seventy five pounds - Quenton Alexander!!! The arena lights quickly flash back to life as Quenton Alexander stands at the start of the ramp, arms crossed with a satisfied look on his face. He makes his way towards the ring, head bobbing to the music emphatically, his stride a confident swagger. As he gets close to the ring, he gets a slight running start before sliding inside the ring, immediately popping up to the second turnbuckle to his immediate right as he raises his left arm proudly.Daniel Knight: A win tonight could propel either one of these men right up the ladder. Alecia Matthews: That it could, Daniel. It's going to all fall to which of them wants it more...and I think we're off! Ding!Ding!Ding!
As the bell sounds, both men turn their attention toward one another, their eyes locked, each looking for the other to make the slightest indication toward an initial strike. Alecia Matthews: Nitta is going to want to play this one from the mind if he hopes to overcome that nearly one hundred pound weight disadvantage. Daniel Knight: He'd be mindful to watch carefully for an opening and - no, it's going to be Alexander! Seizing the opportunity, Quenton yanks Nitta by the arm, hurling him into the opposite set of ropes. As his spry opponent comes flying back, he's met with a low angle shoulder block that sends him crashing to the mat. The crowd rises to their feet as Alexander looks out among them, basking in their approval.Alecia Matthews: Cam Nitta is out flat! Daniel Knight: He could very well be down for the count, but this is SuperBrawl and Quenton Alexander isn't quite done yet! Looking for his own SuperBrawl moment, Quenton drags Nitta to the center of the ring, and raising a triumphant fist to the crowd, makes his way toward the corner, ascending to the very top turnbuckle to the audible delight of the capacity crowd.Daniel Knight: Quenton Alexander is about to set the bar here tonight! And here comes the King Kong Splash! Alexander leaps from the corner, executing a picturesque frog splash as he glides through the air toward his intended target.Alecia Matthews: Wait - Nitta isn't having it!!! In the nick of time, Cam is able to roll out of harms way, but not with much of an advantage, as Quenton had spotted it well ahead of time, and tucks into a roll as he makes his final descent to the mat. Leaping back to his feet, he turns to counter face his opponent. With a kick to the midsection, Nitta is doubled over, leaving Quenton with all the room he needs for a double arm DDT. Driving Nitta's skull into the mat, he maintains his hold, locking in a guillotine choke hold.Alecia Matthews: That's the 'Ton Grip, and Nitta's got nowhere to go! Will he...? Daniel Knight: He's tapping! He's tapping! With no escape in sight, Nitta submits to the hold, with Quenton only loosening his grip as the bell sounds, accompanied shortly after by his music. Leaping to his feet, he celebrates elatedly as the referee lifts his arm in decisive victory.Christa Adina: Here is your winner, by submission - Quenton Alexander!!!! Alecia Matthews: What a dominant showing by the newcomer Quenton Alexander. Daniel Knight: Many questioned his odds against a seasoned vet, but it would appear that Nitta didn't even come out to play tonight. What a way to kick off SuperBrawl, folks! Alecia Matthews: What a start to this action packed night, wouldn't you say Daniel? Daniel Knight: Surely. And now it's time to take a little break from the action. Since we don't seem to have a backstage interviewer anymore for some reason, I took time out of my life earlier today to interview one of WFWF's newest signings, "The Shooting Star" Austin Hayes. Alecia Matthews: Sounds like you have some feelings you would like to share. Daniel Knight: Perhaps another time. Let's cut to that clip. Daniel? Daniel Knight: Thanks Daniel. I'm here with one of WFWF's newest signings, "The Shooting Star" Austin Hayes. Thanks for being here Austin. The camera pans from Knight to a rather normal looking kid, wearing a shirt with a cat surfing on a slice of pizza and a pair of khaki shorts. He looks rather happy with himself, a casual smile on his face. Knight himself looks rather annoyed. Hayes brings hes face uncharacteristically close to the microphone so that every mouth sound that comes from his orifice can be heard with each word he says.Austin Hayes: Thanks for having me Donny. Daniel Knight: It's Daniel. And please, it's not necessary to bring your mouth so close to the microphone. Austin backs his head up approximately one centimeter and continues to hunch over.Austin Hayes: Sorry about that Donald. Daniel Knight lets out an exacerbated sigh as if this were the 15th take that this has been shot. Daniel Knight: It's Dan- you know what never mind. Austin, I'll ask the obvious question. Why did you decide to come the WFWF? What's your purpose here? Austin Hayes: Isn't that the golden question, David? Why are any of us here? Is it to find love? Is it to make contact with our alien overlord? Is it to procreate and die? I ask myself this question every day. What do you think, Dylan? Daniel Knight: I think we're getting a bit of track here Austin. Austin Hayes: My bad. Daniel Knight: Why have you come to the WFWF? Austin Hayes: I don't know man, it seemed like a good idea at the time. Plus the money isn't that bad to just screw around in a wrestling ring. Daniel Knight: Surely you must have some sort of purpose here. Are you looking to get a championship or become the best wrestler WFWF has ever seen? Maybe you want to have the adoration of our wonderful WFWF fans. Austin Hayes: You want the same generic answer to the same generic question you ask any Joe Schmoe that walks in this room in other words. Daniel Knight: No! Austin, I don't think you are taking this very seriously. Austin Hayes: You're right, I'm not. I'm not here to "take things seriously." It feels like everyone else on this roster has that covered for me. I'm here to have a little fun, to enjoy myself. Because this is something I love to do. While everyone else talks about doom and gloom while they sulk to the ring in their depressing ass emo garbage music and talk about how they're the best thing since sliced bread and getting into blood wars with each other, I'll be chilling knowing that I'm making a living off of doing flips in the ring. You know what, get out of here, you clearly don't want to be here. Hayes grabs the microphone from Knight, who gives it to him without much protest. The camera pans so that only Hayes is on the screen as Knight has stormed off in frustration.Austin Hayes: I'm here to make WFWF fun again. You can hashtag that if you want, but I won't because I'm not lame. A lot of people seem to forget we are here to entertain people, not live out our wild west crime boss fetish porn fantasies. I'll let those guys handle that stuff, I'm here to have some fun. If I win some championships along the way, so be it. I'm not the biggest. I'm not the strongest. I'm probably not the smartest or fastest, and while I'm the best looking that doesn't really matter in a sports competition. At the end of the day, I'll be the one having the most fun. Now if you'll excuse me, Pokemon Sun and Moon just came out this weekend and I have a date with my 3DS. Back to you, Davis. We cut back to the announcer's table as Alica Matthews is attempting and failing to stifle her laughter at the clearly furious Daniel Knight.Daniel Knight: It's Daniel. I hate that guy. Alicia Matthews: *holding in laughter* He's growing on me. Daniel Knight: I also hate you. What do we have next on the docket so I can flush that out of my mind. Christa Adina: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is a special grudge match and is scheduled for one fall! The deceptively sweet strains of "Temptation Sensation" by Heinz Kiessling echo throughout the arena as an impressive parade of chickens and two-bit hookers mounted atop their noble donkeyish steeds emerges from behind the curtain, much to the capacity crowd's confusion and scattered amusement. The chickens are particularly trying - before long, they just go everywhere, paying no mind to the course that's very clearly laid out for them. I mean, come on - stage, ramp, ring - right? At the very least, the elderly asses transporting the cavalcade of hookers to ringside can at least depend on their carriage to steer them right, so at least they're not all over creation. F*cking chickens.Christa Adina: Introducing first - from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania , weighing in at one hundred and nintey five pounds - Mantis Toboggan!!! Speaking of f*cking chickens, the grand marshall of this unusual march, the esteemed Doctor Mantis Toboggan, MD, emerges from behind the curtain, trailing his escorting posse, seemingly clad more for a prostate exam than he is an encounter with the textbook definition of the male species. He's kinda f*cking weird looking, but some of the crowd, at least, seem to think he's pretty boss. I dunno. I'm pretty sure he's not a real doctor, but that's what the name on the card says, so we've gotta go with it, right?
Maybe he'll write his own f*cking entrance next time.Alecia Matthews: Mantis Toboggan has got himself an uphill battle tonight. Do you think he's truly prepared for the arrival of a man like Stan McMann? Daniel Knight: On that note - are you ready for the arrival of a man like Stan McMann, Alecia? Alecia Matthews: Don't you even start... Basking in the adulation of his like, I dunno - six fans? Toboggan hardly notices as his music fades to silence, and the crowd comes to absolute life as not one tree, but rather a veritable forest emerges from seemingly nowhere atop the head of the stage. "Now You're a Man" echoes out throughout the already one hundred percent more manly arena as the forest suddely collapses almost as quickly as it had risen, leaving not in its wake but the deafening woosh of one fell swoop of a most manly axe as Stan McMann steps into plain view. Throughout the arena, high pitched wails of pleasure erupt from every angle as every woman in attendance simultaneously climaxes at once from the mere sight of such a manly man, man.Christa Adina: Oh god....his....his opponent, from...guh...MANkato MANnesota...ahhh, ahh....weigh....weighing in at t-t-two hundred and s-s-s-s-ixty pounds.....oh god....."The Manliest Manly Man" - Stan McMann....OOOOHHH!!!!! The arena lights glimmer off of Stan McMann's manly moustache, man, as he stands atop the stage amid the fallen forest, munching a manly snack of beef jerky before making his manly way down to the ring to confront his decidedly not manly opponent. Daniel Knight: Stan McMann has arrived in top manly fashion, as is to be expected here tonight, and Toboggan may be realizing that he's in a bit above his head, right Alecia? Uh....Alecia? Alecia Matthews: ......just a minute. Daniel Knight: Oh, for... Back in the ring, Stan McMann posutres before the much shorter Mantis Toboggan, flexing his abs that even have abs themselves, showing off all his masculine manly manliness to his round opponent. Toboggan cowers as the bell rings, looking as though he's going to make a break for it. McMann steps forward to try and stop him, when suddely, Toboggan reaches into his short little pants and draws from within them a snub nosed pistol, pointing it directly at Stan McMann's midsection.Daniel Knight: What the?! Alecia Matthews: Is that a gun?! Daniel Knight: You're good then? Alecia Matthews: Shut up... Toboggan looks as though he's confident with the edge he's just gained, stepping forward a few inches toward McMann, brandishing the little pistol still as he cackles, thinking he's got the edge. He begins signaling with his other hand, trying to command McMann to his back so that he can gain the pinfall, but McMann, in all his manly wisdom, simply laughs at the small, round little man. With his hands rested firmly on his hips, McMann tosses his head back, and with little to no effort, pops the world's most significant, undescribably describable tent pitched boner, plugging the barrel of Toboggan's gun as the portly little egg looks on, bewildered.Alecia Matthews: OH GOD!!! Daniel Knight: Again?! Maybe if you could please a woman, Daniel.
As McMann cackles, a dissonant chorus of moans and groans erupts from the capacity crowd as all the women simultaneously finish once more, the men wallowing in the realization that tonight will not be their night.
With a thrust of the hips, McMann disposes of Toboggan's weapon, retracting his manly southern cohort as he moves in on his opponent, hoisting him up into the air above his head, his little feet and arms waving in all directions, before he's quickly dropped to the mat with a thunderous bang. Placing a manly boot upon the concaved chest of the skirted egg, McMann makes for a quick cover.
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...2... Daniel Knight: What?! Daniel's shock, of course, comes from the fact that in the unlikeliest of unlikely situations, Toboggan managed to kick out - you didn't think I'd cop out that quickly, did you?
It wasn't, however, without the efforts of his usual antics. He scrambles to his feet as McMann makes quick work of the handful of sand that Toboggan had just lobbed into his face, giving him the wiggle room - and boy, does that doc wiggle - to escape out of harm's way. Sliding beneath the ropes, Toboggan waddles around the ring post and begins doing a little fat kid jog up the ramp, seemingly willing to accept defeat by countout, the risk/reward allowing him to live to see anothe -: STALL THY STUMPY APPENDAGES, LITERALLY DANNY DEVITO!!!
Daniel Knight: What the -
The booming, mysterious voice freezes Toboggan in his tracks as he looks around, certain that hes just heard the revered voice of God him or herself.
: RETURN THEE TO THE CIRCULAR SQUARE FROM WHENCE THOUST CAME, POST HASTE!!!
Look, I don't f*ckin' know...
...what I do know is that Toboggan begins waddling in the opposite direction as the source of the voice - none other than HUCK THE BEARDED SEVENTY POINT BUCK - emerges from behind the curtain, galloping in mighty, manly strides down the ramp toward Toboggan. His beastly hooves are more than the round man could ever hope to escape, and with a mighty flick of the head, Toboggan finds himself launched back over the ropes and into the ring, wallowing at the manly feet of Stan McMann.
HUCK THE BEARDED SEVENTY POINT BUCK: STAN MCMANN, O MANLIEST OF YON MANLY MAN - DISPOSE OF LITERALLY DANNY DEVITO SO THAT THE BONDS OF UNMANLY ROUNDEDNESS MIGHT DELIVER THEMSELVES FROM THE WFWF!
Even Bucks have causes worth standing for.
With a mighty, manly lift, McMann hoists Toboggan from the mat single handedly, launching him into the air. As the portly figure reaches the apex of gravity and finds himself hurtling back down toward earth, his fall is broken as he meets a mighty, manly, swinging lariat from none other than Stan McMann, the manliest manly man. With boot upon eggford once more, Stan forces Toboggan into place upon the man, flexing his pecs at the ref, commanding him visually to make the count.
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...2...
...3!!!
HUCK THE BEARDED SEVENTY POINT BUCK: SAVE THY BREATH, WOMAN! THY WINNER, AND STILL THY BEACON OF MANLY MANLINESS NOT TO BE DOWNTRODDEN BY THE LIKES OF LITERALLY DANNY DEVITO........STAN "THE MANLIEST MANLY MAN" MCMANN! HENCEFORTH, WFWF, CONSIDER THY MANLY BONDS SECURED, BUT KNOW THAT THOU ART NOW ON THY OWN! SHOULD THE FORCES OF ....I DON'T F*CKIN' KNOW...LITERALLY CHARLIE DAY THREATEN THE SANCTITY OF THY CONSIDERABLY LESS THAN STAN MCMANN'S MANLINESS, KNOW THAT THOU MUST EXTINGUISH THREATS TO THY SOVEREIGNTY ALONE. CLIMB ABOARD, MOTHER F*CKER!It's lucky that the Rose Bowl doesn't have a roof, because McMann and his mighty steed would have no doubt barrelled right through it as they made their triumphant exit, leaving Toboggan to break the back of one of his donkeys as he is no longer in any shape to make his way out himself. His hookers follow behind, wallowing in the despair of his defeat, but seriously - who's taking care of all these f*cking chickens?
Liability's gonna be through the roof - not that there is oneThe arena lights dim from movie theater pre-credits to completely pitch dark. A single spotlight shines from the rafters down into the ring, in the form of the 'F' Future symbol. The spotlight (Futch Signal) manoeuvrers its luminescent green life from its cage of the ring ropes to the base of the WFWF entrance stage. The crowd hushes in anticipation before the synth piano keys of Childish Gambino's II. Earth: The Oldest Computer hits the amplifiers and the crowd erupts with a deafening pop. Future flashes out from behind the black curtain, firmly planting his feet on the main stage and centering his stance in the middle of the lit-up Futch signal.Christa Adina: Ladies annnnnd geeentlemen, introducing, From ARGENT CITTTYYYY! He is the WFWF's first and longest standing Superhero...WFWF Hall of Famer....THE FUUUUU-TURE! Alecia Matthews: The Future is of course one of the most beloved members of the WFWF roster, we've waited years to see him back at Superbrawl, and tonight, finally, he'll make his mark on the biggest stage of them all. Daniel Knight: Absolutely, and against a man who's no stranger to taking on fan favourites at Superbrawl, Joe Bishop will no doubt give him a tough test. Soaking in the introduction, Future raises his hand over his eyes as if blocking out the sun's glare & as he scans the arena for cheering fans, he is met with them every single place his eyes meet. Squinting his eyes, Future breaks his pose with a quick swing of his left arm as the song kicks into a semi-automatic burst of energy, he begins breaking stride down the entrance ramp with his arms spread wide on both sides, making wing-like reaches for the hands of throngs of fans trying to outstretch their fingertips to meet his. The spotlight of the Futch-signal following him, he lowers his arms from the crucifix position & stomps his right foot as the light breaks & dissipates into thousands of tiny molecules of light which disperses through the crowd & makes its way through fans in the audience like translucent fireflies.After favouring a few of the younger fans in the audience, some wearing replica Future masks, he jogs in place before gingerly jogging up the steel ring steps, pausing to pose on the apron before entering the ring. He reaches out for the top rope and springboard-hops over it, catching his balance in the ring with a tumble forward into a forearm-swooping pose in a kneeled stance. After absorbing more of the crowd's adulation, Future encroaches the corner and stands on the second turnbuckle, cape in hand, as he waves it over the lower half of his face until it covers everything below the upper cheekbone. In one quick full-180 pounce, Future hops down from the turnbuckle and undoes the clasp on his cape, removes his vest and hands them both to the referee for safe keeping. He fidgets with the lower parts of his mask, fitting them firmly to his cheeks as he paces the ring and awaits the arrival of Joe Bishop.Christa Adina: And his opponent, from Wimbledon, England, Joe Bishop! The Rose Bowl is engulfed in a red light, as Charles Bradley's 'Stay Away' hits the loud speakers. Joe Bishop steps out onto the stage, to a decidely mixed reception – most in attendance are clearly throwing their support behind The Future – though there's no animosity towards the Englishman. 'Monkey see, monkey do. I don't know why', the song continues as Bishop makes his way down the entrance ramp, fixated solely on The Future and the ring. The former International Champion makes his way into the ring, raising both arms as he locks eyes with The Future and the two competitors ready themselves for their Superbrawl IX clash.Alecia Matthews: Here we go. The two men lock up in the middle of the ring to kick things off. Bishop uses his slight size advantage to gain the early ascendency, overpowering Future and locking in a top wrist-lock. With Future prone, Bishop is able to take advantage with a series of knees to the exposed chest and belly of 'The Caped Futchator'. Bishop continues his quick start with a perfectly executed snap suplex.Looking to keep up the early momentum, Bishop goes straight onto the offensive locking in a front headlock with his left arm, and using his right hand to unleash a barrage of punches to the face of the forehead. The blows land with such intensity that after only a minute or so of offence, The Future is clearly reeling already.Alecia Matthews: Bishop making a really fast start here at Superbrawl. Daniel Knight: Indeed, The Future really needs to get a foothold in this match. Bishop, seeing that there could be an opportunity to make a huge impact by securing the victory early, stalks his downed opponent as The Future looks to regain his bearings. Unfortunately The Future is only able to get up to all fours, when Bishop nearly takes his head off with a ferocious soccer kick. The Future ends up face up on the mat, blood slowly oozing out his nose and already looking worse for wear. Bishop motions to the top rope, signalling that he's looking to end this early.Alecia Matthews: Surely Bishop can't finish it this early. Daniel Knight: We won't hear the end of it if he does. Bishop takes a second to pause for breath as he sits atop the top rope, looking down at the WFWF Hall of Famer. The SuperBrawl crowd, hoping to see more of a contest, rally behind the WFWF's resident super hero. Undeterred, Bishop soars through the air, looking to hit his finisher the Decido Spiritus (450 Splash) and kill this one off before it has time to get going.Thwack.Alecia Matthews: Ouch! The Future rolls out of the way at the very last second, and Joe Bishop thuds into the unforgiving mat – his knees forced back up into his face on impact. With both men down, the crowd have a chance to cool down after a rollercoaster start to this contest.Alecia Matthews: Well Joe Bishop came this close to killing this one off early but that could really shift the momentum. Daniel Knight: It certainly will if Future can capitalize. The Future his first to his feet, and finally the WFWF's caped crusader has a chance to play to the crowd, getting the WFWF fans right behind him, as everyone in The Rose Bowl waits for Joe Bishop to return to his feet. Once he does, Future finally starts to make his mark on the match, nearly sending the groggy Bishop back to the mat with a series of elbow strikes to the head. With Bishop teetering, Future hits a front dropkick that sends him to the mat.Bishop rolls straight back up, but unfortunately for him, straight into an enziguri kick. Bishop is down, and Future looks to take advantage, doing a forward roll and grabbing Bishop's legs as he goes to set up a pinfall attempt.1...2,No.Alecia Matthews: This what we were expecting to see from the Hall of Famer. Bishop had enough about him to kick out fairly comfortably. Nonetheless the momentum had shifted and Future was looking to take advantage. The superhero helped Bishop to his feet before Irish whipping him into the ropes. On Bishop's return to the centre of the ring, Future took him down once again with a dropkick that sent Bishop under the bottom rope and to the outside.Daniel Knight: Good stuff from The Future, the former World Champion is out to impress tonight. Bishop uses the announcer table to get to his feet as Future once more plays to the sell out crowd. The Rose Bowl erupts as The Future charges across the ring, jumps over the top rope and flings himself towards his opponent. But Bishop managed to duck out of the way and The Future ends up skidding across the top of the announce table – almost taking out Alicia Matthews and Daniel Knight along the way – and ends up crashing shoulder first into the barricade. With Matthews and Knight out of action, the cameras easily pick up the anguished scream of The Future as he clutches his right shoulder and upper arm, clearly in enormous pain.Bishop isn't in a forgiving mood though. He darts behind the announcer desk, grabs The Future and pulls him away from the ringside area. Without flinching, Bishop sends The Future hurtling towards the ring steps, making sure that the contact is made with the injured right arm of Future. The sickening thud makes more than a few fans in The Rose Bowl wince, as Bishop rolls his opponent back into the ring. Matthews and Knight recompose themselves at the announce desk.Alecia Matthews: That looked horrific Daniel. Daniel Knight: Yeah, Future is in real pain. Alecia Matthews: Bishop keeps going on the attack, I'd be surprised if Future can stand it for too long if that did as much damage as it appeared to. Bishop takes no time at all going after the right arm and shoulder of The Future. A series of stomps do more and more damage. Future desperately tries to crawl away from his opponent, but Bishop is unrelenting, pouncing on his downed opponent, grabbing his injured arm and locking in a Trapezius Claw.The Future is clearly in considerable pain, and Bishop shows know mercy as he continually increases the pressure on the most-probably injured shoulder of The Future. It clearly takes an almost superhuman feat of resilience to avoid tapping out, but 'The Caped Futchtator' is desperate not to surrender at the biggest show of the year.Daniel Knight: Smart from Bishop. Alecia Matthews: So much heart from The Future to keep going though, Bishop is putting him through an awful lot. After a good minute or two a frustrated Bishop concedes that Future isn't willing to give up just yet. The Englishman releases the submission manoeuvrer, but keeps hold of the WFWF's Superhero. He keeps working on the arm, throwing his elbow repeatedly into The Future's shoulder.Bishop slams Future's head back against with some force, keeping Future firmly under his control, then begins to position himself. Future tries everything he can to throw the Brit off him, but Bishop is a man on a mission and is soon able to apply a Chickenwing arm lock.Alecia Matthews: You've got to feel for Future, he just does not want to quit. Daniel Knight: He doesn't want to, but he'd be well advised to, who knows what sort of damage is being done here. Bishop cranks up the pressure, as the pain becomes more and more excruciating. Future is in agony, and seems unable to do anything about his predicament. The fans desperately try to rally one of their favourites, but Bishop refuses to let up. Eventually the damage done to the right arm of The Future become too much for him to bear, and eventually 'The Original Savior of the WFWF' has to tap out, having been unable to really get going against a businesslike Bishop.Christa Adina: Here is your winner, Joe Bishop! Alecia Matthews: There you have it, a huge win for Joe Bishop. He capitalised on the misjudged dive from Future and notches up an important victory. Daniel Knight: I'm sure he'll think that's helped this 'crusade' of his. The victorious Joe Bishop quickly releases The Future, satisfied with doing enough to secure the victory. 'Stay Away' hits over the loudspeakers as the Englishman raises his arms aloft, celebrating an efficient victory over a WFWF Hall of Famer. Bishop walks back down the ramp, stops at the entrance way and stretches his arms out, celebrating an impressive conclusion to his role in Superbrawl IX. As the Brit leaves the stage, EMTs rush to check on the arm of The Future. After a minute or two, a dejected Future is able to get up and walk back down the ramp to a magnificent reception from the appreciative Rose Bowl. Future may have been on the end of an early defeat tonight but it clearly hasn't done his rapport with the WFWF fans any harm.Alecia Matthews: A fantastic reception for the unfortunate Future, he showed a lot of heart tonight, let's hope he's able to get back in that ring sooner rather than later. [/b][/b][/b][/b][/div]
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Post by Drakz on Nov 25, 2016 2:40:05 GMT -5
”BOOM” by P.O.D. hits the airwaves as the lights go out. Mafioso style images are strewn upon the screen, and flyers are dropped from the rafters to the fans, on them, a picture of a mangled car riddled with bullet holes. From behind the curtain comes a man in a black trench coat and a fedora, slowly making his way down to the ring. As the lights kick back on, the man raises a retractable shock stick into the air and fires it off. Lots of boos from the fans. O’Deeves takes off his hat and trench coat and hand it off to the outside. He grabs a mic.Jon O’Deeves: So here we are, ladies and gentlemen. Me, ya boy Jon O’Devilsent has arrived in Pasadena and SuperBrawl. It been a lon’ time since I had a real fight in dis here ring. The f*ck y’all think has been longer? Since I wrestled at the Brawl, ‘course. Thing is homies, last time I’s here, got f*cked pretty bad by dat lil’ Bish Joe for my ol’ Nat Title. So I want some ret’bution on this f*ckin’ stage, ya feel? I thought I was goin’ get dat from Trev Doggieboy. But he took the coward’s way outta here, f*ckin’ car crash. So what was ya boi suppoz ta do eh? Asked Trace for a favor, ‘course. Open Challenge. Any sorry sumbitch in the back who wants a fight, I’m takin’ any comer. I’m waitin’. O’Deeves tosses the mic to the outside.Alecia Matthews: …can…you…decipher that drivel? Daniel Knight: Not without a wannabe gangster dictionary. Alecia Matthews: Guess there’s a reason he likes beating people up and not talking. "Ain't No Grave" by Johnny Cash plays, and the lights go out, a figure walks out on stage wearing a dark hoodie.Daniel Knight: Who the hell uses this theme? Alecia Matthews: Hell if I know. The man throws the hood back and the spotlight shines down. It's Trevor f*ckin' Wolf. Alecia Mathews: It's...it's Trevor Wolf! I just said that.Daniel Knight: I thought he was dead! Alecia Matthews: So did everyone, methinks. He hasn’t been heard from since…well, months ago! We heard about the car accident O’Deeves referenced earlier, but…holy hell. The returning Wolf stands on the stage glaring at O'Deeves. Wolf walks to the ring, the opposite of his normal high energy run. He walks up the steps and climbs the ropes, he stands with his feet on the second and top ropes, still glaring at O'Deeves. Wolf unzips the hoodie and throws it into the crowd revealing his purple and black body paint with the words "MISS ME?" sprawled across his torso, he steps down off the ropes and into the ring. O'Deeves can't believe what he's seeing, neither can the crowd. Jon O'Deeves: You...you're dead! Wolf stands in the middle of the ring glaring at his opponent, the man that thought he wouldn't have to face Wolf.Christa Adina: THE FOLLOWING MATCH IS SCHEDULED FOR ONE FALL! ON MY LEFT, FROM APPLETON, NEW YORK, HE IS JOOOOOOON OOOOOOOOOOO’DEEEEEEEEEEEVEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSS! BOOOOOOOOOOO.Christa Adina: AND ON MY RIGHT, FROM NONE YO’ DAMN BUSINESS, TREEEEEEEEVVVVVVVVOOOOOOOOOR WOOOOOOOOOOOOOLF! The ref calls for the bell.
DING DING DING!
AND HERE WE GO!
O’Deeves is jawing at Wolf, who is paying little to no attention to Jon. He goes for a slap and Wolf blocks it, hitting a European Uppercut! Wolf throws a flurry of kicks and punches at O’Deeves and ends with a back wheel kick to Jon’s temple. Jon crumples to the mat below in shock. Wolf picks O’Deeves off of the mat and tosses him into the ropes, leapfrogging and falling to his back thereafter, sending O’Deeves over with a Monkey Flip!Alecia Matthews: Wolf is ON FIRE. Trevor Wolf pulls O’Deeves up to his knees and delivers a series of kicks to his bare chest, backing up and hitting a tilting spin kick, cracking Jon O’Deeves upside his head. Wolf gets O’Deeves in an underhook, SPIKE DOUBLE ARM DDT! COVER!… 1 … … 2 … … O’Deeves kicks out at two! Wolf gives O’Deeves a couple of shots to the face and pulls him to his feet again, Irish Whipping him into the ropes and falling for a drop toe hold! The crowd pops as O’Deeves lands in between the top and middle ropes. Wolf runs the opposite ropes and upon reaching O’Deeves, he catches himself between the top and middle ropes with his underarms and spins through the ropes, hitting O’Deeves with a Tiger Feint Kick! O’Deeves flies backwards, hitting the mat hard. Wolf gets the crowd pumped as he runs the apron, eventually leaping off of the top rope in a springboard and HITTING A PHOENIX SPLASH!Alecia Matthews: Shades of his master, but can Wolf put this away! Daniel Knight: It’s academic at this point, no? Alecia Matthews: You’ve called every single Trevor Wolf match. Nothing is academic until the bell. The guy f*cking took DRAKZ to task in only his second match in the WFWF. And subsequently got whipped by Bison, so…yeah. Wait till it’s over before it’s called. But I’m cautiously optimistic. Wolf climbs to his feet and lets out a HOWL! IT’S TIME! WOLF TURNS O’DEEVES OVER AND LOCKS HIM INTO THE FINAL HOWL! WOLF WRENCHES AND WRENCHES THE HOLD IN! O’DEEVES TAPS!DING DING DING!Daniel Knight: SQUUUUUUUAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASSSSSSSSSSSHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! Alecia Matthews: HE FINALLY DID IT! Christa Adina: HERE IS YOUR WINNER, TREEEEEEEEVVVVVVVVOR WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLF! ”Edge of a Revolution” hits the PA system as the referee pulls Wolf off of O’Deeves and RAISES HIS HAND! Wolf breaks away from the ref and jumps onto the top rope, raising his arms in victory! It took almost a year to get to this point, or damn near. And yet through all of the trials, tribulations and insane obstacles put in his way, Trevor Wolf has persevered through it all. Through the fire and the flames he carried on, and he did what some were saying was impossible.Alecia Matthews: Trevor Wolf has FINALLY won his first match in the WFWF! Bravo, kid. Let’s hope this is the start of something great. I’ve got a feeling that it is. Daniel Knight: Well before our next contest I’d like to send us to a pre-recorded interview that I got with the owner of the WFWF, Trace Demon, during our earlier pre-show. We switch our focus from the arena to the backstage area where Trace Demon is shown directing traffic as backstage staff rush about trying to put the finishing touches to tonight’s show. Daniel Knight leads a cameraman towards him, microphone in hand.Daniel Knight: Trace, can we get a few words about tonight’s main event? Trace looks at him with absolute bewilderment.Trace Demon: I’m trying to setup a show here Knight, you blind? God, maybe if it was the hot one. But you? You can just do one. Daniel Knight: Trace, please, the people will want to- Trace Demon: The people? The people won’t have a show to watch if we’re not finished setting up in time. God, sometimes I wonder whether any of you realise just how much work this place is. You’re not going away, are you? Fine, what d’you want? A quote? A few words about how I’m nervous? Daniel Knight: Well, that’d be- Trace Demon: Of course I’m not bloody nervous! I’m Trace Demon, this is my company, my show and that’s my title. I’ve been here before, I’ve been in this literal spot before. Why, you think I’ve got something to be nervous about Knight? Daniel Knight squirms nervously where he stands.Daniel Knight: Well, you haven’t actually won at Superbrawl before. Trace stares daggers at him. Forget ‘if looks could kill’, Trace might just straight up kill Knight himself.Trace Demon: Look who’s finally started doing his research, only been paying you for a couple of years before you bothered to do your damn job. Yeah, maybe you’re right, maybe I’ve come up short over the years, but that ends tonight, you got me? There is nothing and nobody who has what it takes to put me in the ground. Because that’s what it’s going to take to stop me from taking what’s mine. There is not one person… He trails off, spotting someone off the side of the camera. It pans backwards, revealing a very familiar WFWF World Heavyweight Champion. For the first time tonight Trace Demon and Drakz come face to face. It won’t be the last. Their stare down lingers painfully long before Trace offers his hand to his recent ally. Drakz takes it, the two shaking. That too lingers far too long. The handshake ends.Drakz: You ready? Trace grins.Trace Demon: Are you? Drakz grins in return, nods, then walks away with the title over his shoulder. Trace watches him go, his grin fading to a deathly stare. He realises Daniel Knight is still beside him.Trace Demon: Piss off. Cut to black.Daniel Knight: It is finally time. I’ve been waiting for this match ever since the Golden Opportunity was first announced on WFWF.COM. Alecia Matthews: You and me both. The Golden Opportunity is bold new step for the WFWF and one I think the fans will really enjoy. Daniel Knight: The wrestlers too, except possibly the International Champion because he will be constantly looking over his shoulder wondering when the Golden Opportunity Champion will come after them. The lights in the Rose Bowl dim as the crowd hushes in anticipation. A single yellow, almost golden, spotlight shines on the entrance and out steps Lila Sleater, looking resplendent in a gold sequined dress and carrying a black briefcase. “Pomp and Circumstance” (Randy Savage’s WWE entrance theme) plays as she power walks to the ring, the single spotlight staying on her the entire time. She climbs the ring steps, stopping briefly on the top step to wave to the crowd, then ducks between the ropes to enter the ring.Daniel Knight: Lila is looking good tonight. She is definitely in her element. Alecia Matthews: Yes indeed. It looks like she is out here to get this crowd even more excited for this historic match. Lila stands in the center of the ring, her dress sparkling in the spotlight and captivating the crowd. She lifts up the briefcase so all can see it. In clear view on the sides are the words “Golden Opportunity” in a stylized gold font. She holds the briefcase over her head and spins around so everyone gets a chance to see the newest WFWF championship. The lights come back up as Lila takes a microphone from a ringside staffer and clears her throat.Lila Sleater: How is everybody doing tonight? Are you enjoying SuperBrawl IX, the greatest show in WFWF history?!?! The crowd responds with a loud roar. Lila smiles and soaks in the moment before continuing.Lila Sleater: That’s what I like to hear! I know you didn’t come here to listen to me talk so I’ll keep this short. Usually when I come out to the ring it ends with my authority being undermined or my character being insulted or both. This is an extra special moment because nobody is going to bring me down tonight! I’m here to remind you all what is at stake in the next match. Six men are about to enter this ring and compete to become the FIRST EVER GOLDEN OPPORTUNITY CHAMPION! Another roar from the crowd.Lila Sleater: For those of you who have been living under a rock recently, let me remind you of the significance of this title. The Golden Opportunity is a brand new championship represented by this briefcase. As such, it will be treated exactly the same as the World Heavyweight and International championships. One man will be the champion and they will have to defend this title against all challengers. But, the Golden Opportunity, as the name indicates, represents more than just that. The Golden Opportunity champion can turn in the title for a guaranteed shot at the International Champion as long as they give one weeks notice. The International Champion MUST defend! Again the crowd roars in approve but also mixed in are some chants of “Lucas Crowe” and a few drunk assh*les shouting support for David Brennan.Lila Sleater: The Golden Opportunity gives every wrestler on the WFWF roster a chance to climb the ladder to success. Just look at the six men who are in this match tonight and you see a sample of the next generation of WFWF wrestlers, superstars of the future like LeeRoy Jenkins, Warren Goodwin, Maxwell Dachs, Frank Lynn, and Brandon Bison. It is an opportunity for established wrestlers to get back into the hunt for a major title, superstars like Ante Whitner. One of these six men will take a major step in their career tonight when they become the first Golden Opportunity champion and set their sites on the International Champion, be it Lucas Crowe or David Brennan. The crowd is reaching a fever pitch in anticipation of the match with each namedrop from Lila getting a positive reaction from at least some of the tens of thousands in attendance.Lila Sleater: As I said, the Golden Opportunity is a chance to climb the ladder of success! So what better way to determine the first Golden Opportunity Champion than to have them literally climb a ladder?!?! As Lila says the last part, a half dozen WFWF staff come from backstage carrying 10’ and 15’ ladders to the ring area, setting several up on the entrance ramp and stacking others against the security barriers at ringside. A cable lowers down to the ring next to Lila. She places the handle of the briefcase into the hook on the end of the cable, then signals for it to be raised. The briefcase rises into the air some 18’ above the center of the ring.
The crowd is literally ready to explode now. A Golden Opportunity ladder match at SuperBrawl? This should be epic!Lila Sleater: That’s right, you eyes and ears are working just fine. The Golden Opportunity Championship will be a six man LADDER MATCH! Good luck to all six men in the match and may the best man win! The crowd cheers for Lila as she exits the ring and heads back up the ramp accompanied by the staff who brought out the ladders. When she gets to the entrance stage, she turns to give the audience one final wave before going backstage.Christa Adina: Ladies and Gentlemen, the next match is the Golden Opportunity Championship match and it is a LADDER MATCH. The only way to win is to climb the ladder and retrieve the Golden Opportunity briefcase. And now… The drums and horns of “Puttin’ on the Ritz” play over the sound system, gold and silver ramp and stage lights flickering 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. As the instrumental leads into the opening lyrics, 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: Ladies and gentlemen, now presenting.. from Uptown-Chi-town, weighing in at 240 pounds, the one and only.. Warren Goodwin! Alecia Matthews: Warren Goodwin qualified for the Golden Opportunity by winning his very first WFWF match, a qualifier over Brandon Bison. Daniel Knight: Warren’s win surprised many. He is still new to the WFWF so nobody is quite sure what to expect of him. How will he handle performing in front of the largest crowd ever? 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, taking a long moment to look up at the briefcase hanging over his head.
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… from St. Paul, Minnesota… weighing 210 lbs., he is Maxwell Daaaaaaccchhhs! A “Dachslemania” chant starts rolling through the crowd as a good number of fans seem to appreciate the charismatic wrestlers’ cocky arrogance.Daniel Knight: The WFWF fans never cease to amaze me. Despite being a bit of a jerk, quite a few of the fans are embracing Dachslemania. Alecia Matthews: Max qualified for this match with a questionable double pin along with LeeRoy Jenkins over Vass the Sayer. It was controversial but that doesn’t matter now. Dachs is here and he has his opportunity to take Dachslemania to the next level. The opening riffs of “Bottoms Up” play. Leeroy Jenkins steps out from behind 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 to climb to the top of a ladder. 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 descends the ladder, runs to the ring, sets the jar of shine on the announcers’ table with a wink in Alecia’s direction, slides 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 next, from Appalachia… weighing 245 lbs., he is LeeRoy “White Lightning” Jenkinnnnnns! Alecia Matthews: The good ole boy LeeRoy Jenkins breathing fire for the fans! It took him two tries to qualify but he got it done and he looks pumped up tonight. Daniel Knight: I like LeeRoy’s chances in this match as long as he keeps his eye on the prize and not on getting revenge against his rival, Frank Lynn. The lights dim. The first guitar screams of "21st Century Schizoid Man" blast out over the stadium. 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 accompanied by pyro shooting off around the entrance stage. ”FRANK LYNN" appears on the screen in huge block letters that cycle through colors from white to yellow to orange to red. The pyro smoke clears and Frank Lynn is standing on the stage under his name, head down and arms crossed.
When the song gets to the chorus Frank lifts his head up with a wild look in his eyes, spreads his arms out, lets out a scream, and does a back flip landing on one knee like a runner's starting position. The letters on the screen dissolve into a silhouette of Frank. The silhouette seems to jump right out of the screen as the perspective changes to one looking up as he free falls towards you. The background shows highlights of Frank's WFWF matches. Frank runs down the ramp and jumps on the ring apron. Then he does 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… weighing 232 lbs... “Fearless” Frank Lynnnnnn! Daniel Knight: Psycho nut job Frank Lynn. He has been on a roll ever since arriving in the WFWF, most recently handing Big McLargehuge his first loss at our last show. As much as I hate to admit it, he could be in his element in a ladder match. He won a street fight at our last PPV and lost a very close no DQ match against the then tag champs Drakz and Joshua Dean. Alecia Matthews: Frank might be the favorite in this match except that he lacks the experience of Ante Whitner. He could pull out a big win should Whitner not be up to the task tonight. 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.
“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 appearing 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 and throws it in the crowd.Ante Whitner: Are you with me or not?! Christa Adina: Introducing next, from Yonkers, NY by way of Seattle and Miami… weighing 215 lbs… “The Bloodied Eagle” Ante Whiiiiiitttttttner! Alecia Matthews: Ante is the consensus favorite to win this match. He has more experience than all the other men combined, including a record breaking run as National Champion. H wasted no time qualifying when he destroyed Danté Brooks in under ten seconds. Daniel Knight: He has been looking for his big break and tonight could be it for him. He does need to rebound from his recent tag team loss to Trace Demon and Lucas Crowe though. Alecia Matthews: Ante Whitner is the only man coming into this match off a loss while Frank Lynn is on the longest with a three match win streak. How important is momentum going into a match like this? The first notes of Iron Maiden’s “Running Free” hit the arena. Brandon Bison steps onto the entrance stage in a fresh floral shirt showing no signs of wear from the pre-show Battle Royal. He turns to the right, snaps, then to the left, and snaps his fingers again. He makes his way to the ring, slides in under the bottom rope, and climbs the ropes, raising his fist high in the air to a cheer from the crowd. He stretches and turns to face the other five men in the ring as he jogs in place.Christa Adina: Introducing last but not least, the winner of the last chance battle royal, from Hollywood, Florida… weighing 230 lbs… Brandon Bisooooonnnnn! Alecia Matthews: Just as Christa said, Brandon won the pre-show battle royal to be the sixth and final man to qualify for this match. You have to wonder how Lynn and Goodwin feel knowing that the men they beat to qualify, Jenkins and Bison, still made their way into this match thanks to second chance qualifier matches. Daniel Knight: Brandon has been a top prospect since his debut but has yet to show his full potential. This match is his chance to live up to the hype. And his chance to show Goodwin that their match may have been a fluke. Alecia Matthews: That pretty much sums up the match for all the wrestlers. Ante is the odds on favorite due to his experience but each one of these five newcomers has what it takes to pull off what could be considered an upset. Daniel Knight: And now Lila has upped the stakes by making this a ladder match. Those ladders that have been placed all around the ring are effectively a seventh man in this match, an unforgiving and deadly opponent that changes everything. The six wrestlers look at each other warily, their heads on a swivel trying to watch every direction at once, as they wait for Christa and the referee to exit the ring. Frank Lynn eyes up LeeRoy Jenkins who is eyeing up both Frank and Maxwell Dachs. Warren Goodwin, Brandon Bison, and Ante Whitner see the tension between those three and back off a little, seemingly content to let them beat each other up as soon the bell rings.
*** DING DING DING ***Daniel Knight: The introductions are over, the wrestlers are ready, and the bell has rung. Time to get it on! Alecia Matthews: Welcome to SuperBrawl gentlemen! Six men, ladders, a title on the line… This will be epic! As soon as the bell rings Jenkins, Lynn, and Dachs run towards each other in the center of the ring. Before they can collide, each one is jumped from behind by one of the other men. Ante hits a double axe handle blow to the back of Dachs’ head, then grabs him and whips him into a corner. Goodwin wraps a big arm around the neck of Jenkins, drags him towards another corner and hits an exploder suplex into the turnbuckles. Bison wraps his arms around Frank Lynn’s waist and hits an overhead german suplex. Having gained a brief advantage, Whitner, Goodwin, and Bison each work over their victim in different corners of the ring. Punches and kicks rain down on Dachs, Lynn, and Jenkins as the crowd cheers.Alecia Matthews: It has quickly broken down into three separate one on one fights. Lynn, Jenkins, and Dachs let their personal animosity get the better of them. Daniel Knight: They sure did. Whoever wins this match is going to be the man who stays in control and doesn’t fall victim to the numbers game. They lost control as soon as the bell rang. Alecia Matthews: They also need to have eyes in the back of their heads. There is no way of knowing where the next attack will come from in a ladder match. Ante fires up the crowd, climbing to the second rope so he can drop punches from above to the top of Dachs’ head until Max falls on his butt. Ante grabs the ropes and swings out to deliver a double foot stomp to Dachs’ chest, following it up with more stomps to the chest. Ante looks around and sees that Goodwin is working over Jenkins in the opposite corner. He tries to get Goodwin’s attention.
Goodwin has been beating down Jenkins, surprising everyone with the ferocity of his punches. He sees Ante waving his arm and quickly realizes what Ante has in mind. He grabs Jenkins’ arm and whips him across the ring while Ante does the same to Dachs. Jenkins uses his momentum to his advantage and hits Dachs with a vicious clothesline that flips him head over heels to the mat. Jenkins can’t stop though and runs right into a boot to the face from Ante Whitner that knocks him down. Both Dachs and Jenkins roll to the floor and try to avoid their foes. Whitner and Goodwin don’t follow them, instead turning their attention to the other two men still in the ring.Alecia Matthews: There was a little teamwork between Whitner and Goodwin. I expect we’ll see more of that because one man can’t beat five without some help. Daniel Knight: It worked for them this time as they have sent Dachs and Jenkins running for cover. In a separate corner of the ring, Bison was hitting European uppercuts to Frank Lynn. Bison steps back and it look slike he is going to drive his shoulder into Frank’s midsection but that gives Frank the room to get his feet up and kick Brandon in the face. Frank jumps onto the second rope, then leaps off to hit a blockbuster taking Brandon down to the mat. Frank snaps on a headlock and punches Bison.Daniel Knight: Nice reversal by Frank Lynn. As much as I don’t like the psycho, I have to admit that he is a very skilled wrestler… when he wants to be. Alecia Matthews: Ante Whitner has the experience but a lot of people think Frank Lynn has the fire. If any of the newcomers can beat Whitner, it is the fearless one. Ante approaches Frank from behind, grabs him and lifts Frank to his feet only to knock right back down with a short arm clothesline. He picks Frank up again and holds his arms behind him so he can’t defend himself. Goodwin approaches, his arm cocked to deliver a haymaker.
Goodwin and Frank lock eyes. There is brief moment of recognition between the two. Frank nods to Warren as he mouths the word “Legacy”. Warren winds up and directs a haymaker at Frank but purposely overshoots and instead connects with Ante Whitner who releases Frank’s arms and stumbles backwards until he hits the ropes and grabs them for support. Frank shakes out his arms and then extends a hand to Warren. Warren mouths the word “Legacy” and shakes Frank’s hand.Daniel Knight: What was that? Did Frank just make an deal with Warren? Alecia Matthews: It sure looks like it. The former Legacy wrestler and the current Legacy owner are working together! Frank goes over to Ante and whips him across the ring. Warren sends Ante face first to the mat with a drop toe hold and Frank immediately follows it up with an elbow drop to the back of Whitner’s neck. Frank picks up Ante again and lifts him up for a release german suplex. Goodwin gets into position a few feet behind Frank and finishes the suplex with neckbreaker.
Ante is hurting now so Frank and Warren throw him out of the ring and turn their attention to Brandon Bison, who had made his way back to his feet and watched their teamwork waiting for an opportunity that wasn’t going to come now. Lynn and Goodwin circle to either side of Bison.Alecia Matthews: Excellent teamwork from Goodwin and Lynn. They have quickly figured one of the keys to winning a multi-man match. Daniel Knight: Bison is in trouble as he is their next target. Alecia Matthews: Oh my, look outside the ring! Maxwell Dachs is stalking LeeRoy Jenkins. I think he is pissed about that Jenkins called him out for riding his coattails in their qualifier match. Outside the ring, Dachs was making his way around the ring trying to stay out of view. He saw a still stunned Jenkins and made his move, getting a running start and jumping off the ring steps to hit Jenkins with a flying knee to the head. Jenkins stayed down, holding his head and flopping on the floor like a fish out of water.
Dachs turns towards Christa Adina long enough to blow her a kiss and then goes after Ante Whitner, who was busy picking up a ladder to bring into the ring. Dachs jumps onto the ring apron and again gets a running start before jumping off the apron to dropkick the ladder into Whitner propelling Ante and the ladder into the security barrier with a loud crash of metal against flesh against (padded) metal.
The crowd makes a collective OOH at Dachs’ offense. He poses for the fans to a loud cheer.Daniel Knight: High risk, high impact moves from Dachs as we see the first ladder in the match. Alecia Matthews: I know it is cliche, but the ladders are a seventh opponent in this match. They feel no pain but certainly can cause a lot of pain to the wrestlers. Daniel Knight: Max has shown that he knows how to use a ladder to his advantage. He is my upset pick to win the Golden Opportunity. Max is too busy posing and doesn’t see Ante reach up to grab his trunks. Ante pulls Dachs down and his head hits the ladder. The two men try to grab and punch each other which only serves to get them tangled up in the ladder, unable to escape without opening themselves up to the others’ attacks.Alecia Matthews: Is that a ladderlock? Does Max have Ante locked in or is it Ante who has Max locked in? Daniel Knight: Whatever you call it, it has both of them tied up in knots and temporarily out of the action in the ring. Back in the ring, Brandon Bison tried his best to fight off the duo of Lynn and Goodwin but to no avail. Goodwin and Lynn each grab one of Bison’s arms and whip him into a corner with enough velocity to shake the ring. Lynn follows Bison into the corner with a big splash, then moves out of the way so Goodwin can also hit a running splash. They see Dachs and Whitner in a tangled mess with a ladder on the floor. Frank helps lift Bison onto Goodwin’s shoulders. Goodwin then turns towards the ropes and power bombs Bison over the ropes onto Dachs and Whitner.
The crowd roars in approval. The match started fast and hasn’t slowed down. The fans are on their feet, heads whipping here and there as they try to catch all of the action both in and out of the ring.
Goodwin turns back to Lynn and holds his hand out for a high five. Frank shrugs his shoulders, says “Sorry”, and kicks Goodwin in the stomach doubling him over. He follows it up with a trio of snap suplexes. Frank rolls Goodwin out of the ring and finds himself standing tall all alone in the ring while his five opponents are on the floor in various stages of hurt.Daniel Knight: It looks like psycho Frank got all he wanted out of Goodwin and turned on him. Alecia Matthews: Psycho or smart? Only one man can win the Golden Opportunity. Warren would have turned on Frank soon enough now that everyone else was cleared from the ring. Daniel Knight: Frank is looking at the briefcase. I think he is going to make the first move to get it and win the match. Frank picks a side of the ring clear of opponents to exit and retrieve a ladder to go after the Golden Opportunity briefcase. He slides the ladder into the ring, quickly climbing in himself. He picks up the ladder and starts to set it up when a loud *CRACK* rings in his ears and pain shoots through his hands. LeeRoy Jenkins is on the opposite side of the ladder with a chair that he just used to hit the ladder. Franks jerks his hands away from the jolt and drops the ladder which falls to the side.Daniel Knight: Way to go White Lightnin'! Don’t let Frank steal your opportunity. Alecia Matthews: I don’t like how LeeRoy is looking at Frank. He isn’t worried about the briefcase. He wants to get some payback. LeeRoy has an evil smile on his face as he winds up with the chair. The crowd cheers wildly in anticipation of some weapon assisted violence. Frank tries to duck the incoming blow but only manages to take the big chair shot to his back instead of his head. He falls to his knees. LeeRoy shouts “Time for some mountain justice!” and lays into Frank with a series of chair shots that echo throughout the arena, each shot accompanied by a “YES!” from the fans.
Frank is prone on the mat, motionless and defenseless as LeeRoy opens the chair up enough to slide it over Frank’s head and around his neck. Then LeeRoy picks up the ladder and backs away so that he can get a really big swing in. He prepares to swing the ladder down onto the chair and break Frank Lynn’s neck! The crowd actually goes silent as this may be too violent. They came to see a wrestling match, not a murder.Alecia Matthews: No LeeRoy. That’s going too far. Stop worrying about revenge and go for the briefcase! Daniel Knight: Shut up and let the man work. Frank Lynn is about to get what he deserves! LeeRoy never gets the chance to exact his ultimate revenge because Brandon Bison (with a ladder) and Ante Whitner make their way back into the ring. Bison rams his ladder into LeeRoy’s stomach. LeeRoy stumbles and drops his ladder which lands leaning against the turnbuckles in one corner of the ring. While this goes on, Frank Lynn manages to remove the chair from around his neck and roll out of the ring. Several large bruises are visible on Frank’s back from LeeRoy’s chair assault.Alecia Matthews: Bison with the save. Brandon knows what is important and that is incapacitating all of his opponents so he can climb a ladder and retrieve the title. Daniel Knight: Brandon has the right idea but would it have killed him to wait five seconds before taking out LeeRoy? Alecia Matthews: I don’t think so. Ante is waiting for his chance and that is more than enough to keep Brandon busy. It was the best thing for him to get Jenkins out of picture as quickly as possible. Ante picks up the chair and smacks Bison from behind with it. Bison turns around half dazed but still holding the ladder forcing Ante to back away. Ante winds up and swings the chair from overhead towards Bison’s head, but Bison blocks it with the ladder and charges at Ante. Using the ladder as a shield, Brandon is able to back Ante into the corner forcing him to drop the chair outside the ring to the floor. Bison then wedges the ladder in between the top and middle ropes trapping Ante in the corner.Alecia Matthews: Bison with an innovative use of the ladder to both punish and trap Whitner. Daniel Knight: Brandon is doing all the right moves. He’s my upset pick to win the Golden Opportunity. Both Warren Goodwin and Maxwell Dachs see an opportunity and make their way into the ring. Goodwin slides into the ring and charges at Brandon. Warren tackles Bison sending him crashing into the ladder and crushing Ante between the ladder and the turnbuckles in a wrestler-wrestler-ladder-wrestler-turnbuckles club sandwich (which is a good time to plug SuperBrawl sponsor Subway with a little graphic on the screen for the viewers at home).
Meanwhile, Dachs has climbed to the turnbuckle behind a ladder leaning against the ropes and a dazed Jenkins positioned for another high risk move. Dachs grabs the top of the ladder and pushes off the turnbuckle, riding the ladder down to the mat smashing Jenkins underneath. Dachs jumps up and down on the ladder several times, Jenkins grunting in pain as each impact drives the ladder into his back.
The cheers from the crowd have turned into a low steady rumble with a few deafening roars at the devastating high impact ladder assisted moves.Alecia Matthews: Whoa! You cannot let your guard down for a second in this match. Goodwin and Dachs turn the tables on Bison and Jenkins. Daniel Knight: I’m impressed with how Warren took out two men at once. He is my upset pick to win the Golden Opportunity. Alecia Matthews: Do you remember when I slapped the taste out of your mouth at The Gate? Daniel Knight: Unfortunately yes. Alecia Matthews: Stop changing your upset pick or I will slap you again. Ante Whitner is able to free the ladder he was stuck behind from the ropes, laying it flat across the middle rope in front of him with a stunned Bison half laying on it. Ante climbs the ropes until he is on the top turnbuckle. He jumps down with a double foot stomp to Bison, bouncing off of him to hit a flying clothesline to Goodwin. Goodwin sees the move coming and counters it with a power slam.
Another roar from the crowd. The match is living up to if not exceeding their expectations and they let the wrestlers know it with another loud roar and a few scattered THIS IS AWESOME chants.Daniel Knight: The crowd is really getting into it now. All six men are laying everything on the line as they go for their big break. Alecia Matthews: This is definitely a SuperBrawl worthy match. The new guys and Ante are putting the veterans in the main event chamber match on notice. Dachs moves in and hits Goodwin with a superkick, then quickly turns and hits a super kick to a stumbling Bison. Dachs looks for Jenkins hoping to hit another super kick but Jenkins grabs his foot. Jenkins spins Dachs around, grabs him around the waist and hits a german suplex, then staggers back to the corner for support.Daniel Knight: Jenkins making a move. He is my upset… Alecia Matthews: DON’T YOU SAY IT DANIEL! Just call the damn match. Daniel Knight: Okay… geez. Is it that time of the month? Jenkins is standing tall. He needs to get a ladder and start climbing. Jenkins looks around and sees the devastation. Four of his opponents are down on the mat in pain and holding various body parts that hurt the most. A glance outside the ring and LeeRoy sees Frank Lynn trying to maneuver another ladder into the ring. Frank has the top of the ladder on the ring apron and the bottom draped over the security barrier but he had to stop to catch his breath before getting it all the way into the ring. Realizing he has no time to waste, LeeRoy grabs one of the ladders already in the ring and moves to set it up in the center of the ring.Daniel Knight: That’s what I’m talking about LeeRoy. Climb the ladder and win this match! Alecia Matthews: Nope, too late. His opponents were down but not out. Goodwin, Bison, Dachs, and Whitner have slowly made their way to their feet and all four stare down Jenkins, just daring him to set up the ladder and start climbing. LeeRoy closes the ladder and swings it up and over his head, then dropping it down so his head is sticking through the middle as it rests on his shoulders. The wrestlers and the crowd all know what is coming next as LeeRoy starts to spin around. The crowd lets loose with the loudest cheer yet, then start counting how many times LeeRoy spins.
Jenkins’ four opponents try to get away but not fast enough as LeeRoy spins around, the ladder becoming a whirling blur of metallic destruction. Dachs goes down first, then Whitner, then Bison, and last Goodwin; each man ending up on a different floor side of the ring with a ringing in their heads and visions of cartoon birds flying circles around them.Alecia Matthews: That was awesome by LeeRoy. Not very technical but definitely very effective! Daniel Knight: I did say he was my upset pick! Alecia Matthews: Whatever Nostradamus. I’m not paying attention to your flip flopping picks anymore. Back to the action - LeeRoy is climbing for the gold! Having cleared the ring, LeeRoy slowly gets the ladder setup under the Golden Opportunity briefcase, having some problems as he tries to shake off the dizzying effects of his whirling dervish maneuver. He starts a slow climb up the ladder.
LeeRoy gets to the top of the ladder and reaches up for the briefcase. The crowd cheers loudly in anticipation of a winner, then cheers even louder as Frank Lynn makes a desperate mad rush to climb the other side of the ladder and stop LeeRoy. LeeRoy has one hand on the briefcase when Frank Lynn’s angry face suddenly appears in front of him. Frank shouts at him “My turn you stupid pig f*cker!” Frank headbutts LeeRoy, then jumps over him to the other side of the ladder hitting a thunderous sunset flip power bomb!Alecia Matthews: Wow! Frank Lynn just sent a message to his bitter rival. And it looks like he isn’t done. Not satisfied with the damage he has done to LeeRoy, a furious Frank Lynn picks him up again and hits a buckle bomb that leaves LeeRoy laying in the corner stunned.Daniel Knight: Dammit LeeRoy, don’t let Frank Lynn be the one. Anyone but Frank! Alecia Matthews: LeeRoy isn’t the only man who can stop Frank from climbing the ladder. Here come the others who aren’t ready to give up. Frank turns back to the ladder to make his own climb to the top but everybody else is back in the ring with the same thought - get to the briefcase first! Frank climbs up one side of the ladder while Ante Whitner climbs the other side. Bison and Goodwin temporarily work together to setup a second ladder next to the first and then climb up opposites sides as well. All four men reach the top at the same time and alternate between trying to grab the Golden Opportunity briefcase and exchanging punches with each other.
THIS IS AWESOME! THIS AWESOME! THIS IS AWESOME!Alecia Matthews: The crowd has officially given this match their seal of approval. They are showing their appreciation of the effort all six of the competitors are giving. Daniel Knight: Lila promised us something special tonight. I’d say that this ladder match qualifies. Goodwin hits a several hard elbows to the side of Ante’s head, ringing his bell and leaving him temporarily stunned. Then he makes the most incredibly insane move - he leaps in between the ladders and hits both Frank Lynn and Brandon Bison with a double clothesline that sends them all crashing hard to the mat.
HOLY SH*T!Daniel Knight: Goodwin sacrifices himself to take out two opponents at once! Alecia Matthews: Impressive yes, but was it smart? It leaves Ante Whitner all alone at the top of a ladder with the briefcase in his grasp! Gooodwin gets up first and turns his attention back to Whitner and the briefcase. Bison and Lynn are barely able to roll out of the ring and avoid further damage. Whitner has recovered enough that he is making another attempt to grab the briefcase and release it from the hook. Goodwin stands between the ladders and pushes them until they fall down leaving Whitner hanging fifteen feet above the ring by a tenuous hold of the briefcase.
The crowd goes silent. Ante is in a very bad position and something very bad is about to happen.Daniel Knight: Ante is stuck in no man’s land. How will the wiley veteran get out of this? Ever the sly one, Dachs has been watching and waiting. He stands up on the top turnbuckle and yells for the crowd “DACHSLEMANIA!” Then he leaps off and spears the defenseless Ante. Both men plummet to the mat, Ante taking the brunt of the fall, as Goodwin barely manages to get out of the way.
HOLY SH*T! HOLY SH*T! HOLY SH*T!Daniel Knight: OH! MY! GOD! Dachs just broke Ante in half! Alecia Matthews: Is Ante still breathing? Goodwin moves in to clear the ring of the fallen bodies but LeeRoy Jenkins is back and ready for more. He barrels through Goodwin with a clothesline, then stomps him several times forcing Goodwin to slide out of the ring and fall to the floor. LeeRoy sees the ladder Frank Lynn had left propped between the ring apron and the security barrier. He grabs Maxwell Dachs and drags him over to the ropes. LeeRoy takes a moment to gather himself, then wraps his arms around Dachs and hits a release german suplex over the top rope sending Max crashing onto the ladder.. There is a loud crash followed by a screeching sound of metal breaking as the ladder breaks under the impact leaving Dachs a broken piece of meat laying in the twisted wreckage of the ladder.
The crowd is too shocked to chant anything. There is just a loud “OHHHH!” and then low rumble of concern that Dachs may be seriously hurt.Daniel Knight: Dachs is dead. As simple as that. LeeRoy Jenkins just killed Dachslemania. Alecia Matthews: Oh my. Can we please get a moment of silence for our fallen comrade, Maxwell Dachs. He came, he ran his mouth, he died. It’s a wrap. LeeRoy looks very pleased with himself as he surveys Maxwell Dachs’ broken body. The referee runs over to check on Max and quickly throws up the “X” sign. EMTs rush to ringside and do their best to get Dachs out of the danger zone as quickly and safely as possible.
Somehow, they get Dachs into a neckbrace and backboard before any more of the action spills over in their direction. The EMTs put him on a stretcher and wheel him up the ramp. Halfway to the stage, they are interrupted as Vass the Slayer comes running towards them with a baseball bat wrapped in barbwire. The crowd goes wild!
VASS IS GONNA’ KILL YOU! SLAYER! SLAYER! SLAYER!Alecia Matthews: It’s Vass the Slayer. He failed to win the pre-show battle royal and qualify for this match but here he is looking for a piece of Maxwell Dachs! Daniel Knight: Vass went after Dachs with a pipe at The Gate but Max got away. Looks like Vass wants to finish the job right now! Vass throws the EMTs to the ground and rips Dachs free of the straps holding him to the backboard. Vass whips Max into the security barrier. Dachs can barely stand. Vass moves in and winds up with the bat, then hits a vicious home run swing into Max’s stomach doubling him over and leaving a large red mark dripping blood down Max’s stomach and trunks.Daniel Knight: OH NO! Vass is going Negan on Maxwell Dachs! Alecia Matthews: Eenie Meenie Minie Mo! You are it Max! Vass winds up again and hits another blow to the side of Max’s head. Luckily, Max was already falling to the floor so it didn’t get the full impact or else some fans would have a most unusual souvenir from SuperBrawl - chunks of Maxwell Dachs’ brain! The bat still hits hard enough to open up the top of Dachs’ head and send a spray of blood into the fans.
The fans don’t seem to mind, they cheer even louder and urge Vass on yelling “One more time!” at him. Strange that they were very concerned about Dachs’ health when he was suplexed through a ladder but not so concerned when it is “just” a barbwire baseball bat to the head.Alecia Matthews: Somebody needs to stop this! We can’t have another dead wrestler in the WFWF! Daniel Knight: Where are security? They need to get off their asses and stop this assault before it becomes a murder! Vass is standing over Maxwell and about to swing his bloody Louisville slugger one more time. Ante Whitner stops him, running up the ramp and leaping into the air to hit Vass with a flying knee to the back of his head. The bat goes flying out of Vass’s hands as he falls face first onto the ramp. Ante goes into a full mount on Vass’ back and slams his head into the ramp until Vass is busted open and a pool of blood forms under him.Alecia Matthews: Oh thank God! Ante’s veteran instincts took over and he eliminated the threat of outside interference before it could affect the match. Daniel Knight: And he saved Dachs from a very ugly end to his short WFWF career. Alecia Matthews: Finally, security is coming out to end this car wreck! Indeed, the referee had run over and placed himself between Ante and Vass. The referee motions for Ante to go back to the ring with one hand while signaling for help from backstage with the other hand. A dozen security guards and several EMTs come out. Ante stalks slowly back towards the ring while the event staff get the battered bruised broken bloodied bodies of Dachs and Vass to the back where they will be put into an ambulance and taken to a local medical facility.Daniel Knight: That was intense. If, and I do mean IF, Maxwell Dachs and Vass the Slayer can walk after those beatings they will have some serious business to take care of later. Alecia Matthews: I’m just glad it is over because we still have a title match going on. It’s down to five men now. Which one will climb the ladder to their golden opportunity? LeeRoy checks the two ladders in the ring but both have been damaged so he throws them out of the ring towards the entrance ramp. Then he slides out of the ring to find a ladder that will work to get him to the briefcase. He makes his way towards the announcers table where a fresh ladder is waiting for him. He is intercepted by Warren Goodwin. The two men exchange punches.
Goodwin starts to bob and weave, avoiding LeeRoys wild punches and landing jabs like a Golden Glover. LeeRoy can’t match boxing skills with Warren and soon finds himself in trouble. Warren lands one big roundhouse, then circles behind Jenkins and gets him in a full nelson. He maneuvers LeeRoy over to the rings steps, sweeps one of his legs out from under him, and slams LeeRoy’s head onto the ring steps.Alecia Matthews: I’m really impressed with all of these young guns. They are giving it 110% tonight. Daniel Knight: None of them will be the same after it is over. Only one can win but even the losers have earned a lot of respect tonight. Brandon Bison circles around the ring towards Goodwin, building up a head of steam and spearing him into the security barrier. Bison, Goodwin, and Jenkins all stagger to their feet in a cluster unaware that Ante Whitner is in the ring running towards the ropes. Ante leaps over the top rope and suicide dives down on all three of them.
While the four men try to get back to their feet, Frank Lynn brings a chair into the ring and sets it up near the ropes. Frank bounces off the far rope and runs towards them, using the chair as a launching pad for a triple jump moonsault that hits all four men sending everyone back down to the floor in a pile.
THIS IS AWESOME! THIS IS AWESOME! THIS IS AWESOME!Daniel Knight: Call air traffic control, we have some high flyers in the Rose Bowl! Alecia Matthews: Frank Lynn really is fearless. Not many people are even willing to try a triple jump move because of how easy it is to screw up and have it end badly. Again, the five men are slow to get to their feet as the fatigue and pain from the match is taking a toll on each and everyone of them. The action comes to a halt as they use the ring, the announcers’ table, and the security barriers to pull themselves to a standing position. Each man looks around surveying the state of their opponents as they try to figure out their next move.
Unnoticed by the wrestlers, one of Warren Goodwin’s flappers, the lovely Miss Virginia, comes down the entrance ramp with a chair in hand. A gust of wind blows her jet black hair back allowing everyone to see as intense a look in her eyes as any of the men in the match. Her appearance is welcomed by catcalls and whistles from the males in the crowd who love a little cheesecake mixed in with their mayhem and carnage.Daniel Knight: What the hell is Miss Virginia coming to the ring for? Oblivious to Miss Virgina’s entrance, the five men at ringside have started to fight each other in a single group reminiscent of a vicious rugby scrum between two bitter rivals who are more concerned with hurting each other than controlling the ball and scoring.
The scrum breaks up a little as somebody, it’s hard to tell who, whips Frank Lynn into the ring steps. Then Jenkins is lifted into the air by Bison and Whitner. They drop him back down to the floor with a high impact double suplex.
Bison jumps onto the ring apron, then jumps off hitting Ante Whitner with a leg lariat that bounces Whitner’s head off the floor.
Goodwin grabs Bison by the head and throws him into the ring post. He follows it up with a clothesline attempt, but Bison ducks and Goodwin hits the ring post shoulder first. Bison grabs Goodwin by his arm and yanks on it repeatedly, adding to the pain in Goodwin’s shoulder which is visible from the grimace on Warren’s face.Daniel Knight: The five men left in the match are making like Jason and the Argonauts on their quest for the Golden Fleece. They are putting it all on the line trying to win the Golden Opportunity and I love it! Alecia Matthews: Everybody is loving it. The fans have been standing and cheering the entire match. They know we are witnessing something special that will end with the crowning of a brand new champion. Miss Virginia is right behind Bison and winds up for a chair shot to his head. At the exact moment she starts to swing the chair, Bison spins Goodwin around to whip him into the security barrier. Perhaps it is divine intervention but that is the perfect move for Brandon as it places Warren’s face directly in the path of the descending chair.
Chair meets face with a sickening crash. Warren’s eyes roll into the back of his head and he wobbles for a few seconds before crumpling to the floor apparently knocked out cold! Miss Virginia looks at Warren Goodwin lying in a heap and she doesn’t know what to do. She panics, drops the chair, and runs back up the entrance ramp. An EMT passes by her heading towards the ring to check on Goodwin.Alecia Matthews: I am positive that is NOT what Miss Virgina had in mind nor was it a part of Warren Goodwin’s plans for this match. Daniel Knight: It certainly went wrong for Warren. We may have a second elimination from this match if he really is knocked out. Bison tries to pick up the chair but Frank Lynn steps on it and makes the Dikembe Motumbo finger wave gesture in his face. Bison tries to punch Frank but Jenkins hits Bison from behind knocking him into the security barrier.
Frank picks up the chair and threatens LeeRoy with it. LeeRoy backs away slightly. Frank smiles at him, then says “Enough. How about we bury the hatchet?” A confused LeeRoy stands there not sure what to do. What game is Frank trying to play? Frank tosses the chair to LeeRoy confusing him even more. LeeRoy’s hesitation doesn’t last long as he lifts the chair up to attack Lynn with it, but Lynn is ready. He spins around and hits a side kick that smashes the chair into LeeRoy’s face.Daniel Knight: Dammit! Once again Frank Lynn outsmarts LeeRoy Jenkins. When will LeeRoy learn and stop falling for Lynn’s trickerations? Alecia Matthews: It just seems like Frank has LeeRoy’s number. He is always one step ahead of Jenkins every time they meet. Frank grabs LeeRoy around the neck, lifts him up for what looks like a suplex, and drops him stomach first over the security barrier, his legs dangling into the front row. Frank grabs the chair, jumps onto the ring apron, and holds the chair up high while trying to get the crowd fired up. He leaps off the apron, moves the chair under his legs, and hits an arabian face buster to the back of LeeRoy’s head and neck.
HOLY SH*T! HOLY SH*T! HOLY SH*T!Alecia Matthews: The crowd is right. How are any of these men going to walk after this match? Daniel Knight: Do we have enough stretchers and ambulances on stand by? Meanwhile, Ante Whitner and Brandon Bison were fighting their way up the entrance ramp. Whitner slams Bison’s head multiple times into a ladder that was standing in the middle of the ramp. The ladder falls over and ends up laying on the ramp. Bison whips Ante into the security barriers. Bison charges in after him but Ante counters with an STO. Then Ante picks up Bison and hits Bison with a running power slam onto the ladder!
FIGHT FOREVER! FIGHT FOREVER! FIGHT FOREVER!Alecia Matthews: *laughs* The fans are so into the action that they don’t want it to end! Daniel Knight: But it does have to end eventually. We need to crown a Golden Opportunity Champion AND we still have more matches to go including Brennan versus Crowe and the Elimination Chamber World Heavyweight Championship match. Alecia Matthews: Such a packed card. This is a great night for the WFWF! Ante rolls Bison off the ladder so he can pick it up and take it to the ring. Back at ringside, Frank Lynn has found a ladder that isn’t broken or bent and puts it in the ring. Whitner and Lynn have a staredown in the center of the ring, each man holding a ladder. They both look up at the Golden Opportunity briefcase.Daniel Knight: Whitner and Lynn, the consensus favorite and the consensus upset pick are making their move. Alecia Matthews: They don’t want to fight forever, they want to WIN! Both men give each other a defiant look and set up their ladders under the briefcase. They start the long climb to the top, glancing at each other to see who was climbing faster but it is dead heat. They both get to the top at the same time. Ante reaches up to grab the briefcase first. Frank steps over from his ladder to Ante’s so they are face to face and he also grabs the briefcase. They both release their grip on the coveted briefcase and exchange punches.Daniel Knight: Such intense fighting just feet below the prize. Whitner wants it to prove he still has it and to further his path towards a confrontation with Trace Demon. Alecia Matthews: And Frank Lynn, the upstart rookie bringing his mix of world class MMA experience and high flying moves to the WFWF, trying to establish himself as a force to be reckoned with in the WFWF. He aspires to headline SuperBrawl one day and winning tonight would be a huge step towards that goal. Bison has stumbled and staggered his way to ringside where he picks up LeeRoy and directs his attention to the ring. Both men realize the match could end right now with them not even in the ring so they get into the ring and climb the second ladder. All four men are now at the top of the ladders with the Golden Opportunity within their reach.Daniel Knight: Bison and Jenkins have joined in the fight at the top the ladders. Brandon Bison is the top prospect trying to live up to the hype. Alecia Matthews: LeeROyJenkins is the dark horse, the wild card, the X factor. So raw and rough around the edges yet full of the heart and desire that drives a champion. Will tonight be his moment? Daniel Knight: Don’t forget Warren Goodwin. He is still out cold with an EMT trying to revive him but if he does wake up he could still factor in this match. Ante and Frank continue to punch each other. Ante grabs Frank’s head and slams it into the ladder. Frank starts to wobble but reaches up and grabs the briefcase for balance. Then he hits Ante in the head with the briefcase.
Bison and Jenkins try to grab Ante and Frank and toss them off the ladders but Ante has a tight grip on Frank who has a tight grip on the briefcase. Frank and Ante stop attacking each other and kick out at the other ladder. It teeters for a few seconds as Bison and Jenkins hold on tightly trying not to fall. Frank kicks Bison in the back while Ante makes one more big push against the other ladder. It wobbles even more and then gravity takes over. The ladder falls!
Bison falls off bounces off the top rope and crashes to the floor. Jenkins also falls off the ladder and crotch first onto the ring ropes. He bounces up and down on the rope a few times while screaming and octave or two higher than usual. He flops off the rope to the ring holding his family jewels while his eyes water.Daniel Knight: Are Bison and Jenkins out of it enough that we are down to just two men: Frank Lynn and Ante Whitner? Frank turns his attention back to Ante, grabbing the top of the ladder with both hands and swinging his legs around to hit an enziguri to Ante. Whitner slides down a few rungs on the ladder before regaining his grip.
Frank is alone at the top of the ladder and reaches up for the briefcase, one hand on the handle and one attempting to release the hook.Alecia Matthews: Go Frank Go! Your time is now! Get that briefcase! Daniel Knight: No! Anybody but psycho Frank! Please! Jenkins sees Frank about to win and screams “NOOOOOOOOO!” He manages to get up behind Frank and grab him by his tights. LeeRoy gives a hard yank and pulls Frank off the ladder down onto his shoulders trying to set him up for a power bomb. Frank counters with a hurricanrana that sends both men falling awkwardly towards the ropes. LeeRoy goes over the ropes to the floor while Frank’s momentum gets him tied up in between the top and middle ropes. He is trapped!Daniel Knight: YES! Its Ante Whitner! Ante Whitner is all alone on the ladder with the briefcase in hand! All he has to do is free it from the hook and he is the winner! Thank you LeeRoy Jenkins for getting psycho Frank out of the picture. Alecia Matthews: Way to stay impartial Daniel. You are right though. LeeRoy just handed the match to Ante. He is so close and there is no one left to stop him. Ante climbs back to the top of the ladder slowly and deliberately. He knows no one can stop him now. He takes his time reaching up to grab the briefcase and undo the hook.
*** DING DING DING ***
Ante Whitner holds up the Golden Opportunity briefcase while sitting on top of the ladder and yelling “ARE YOU WITH ME?”Christa Adina: Ladies and Gentlemen, the winner and your NEW GOLDEN OPPORTUNITY CHAMPION… ANTE WHIIIIITTTTNNNNEEERRRR! Alecia Matthews: The bloodied eagle flew high tonight, high enough to grab the brief case and win the Golden Opportunity Championship! Daniel Knight: Lucas Crowe and David Brennan better watch out. Whichever one wins their match tonight now has a dark cloud hanging over them and its name is Ante Whitner, Golden Opportunity Champion! The referee has freed Frank Lynn from the ropes and he is furious. He flips off the new Golden Opportunity champion with a warning “I am coming for MY title! Watch your back champ!”
Then Frank spies LeeRoy Jenkins halfway up the ramp taking a drink from his jar of ‘shine. Frank chases after him and grabs his shoulder, turning him so that they are face to face. LeeRoy is ready for a fight. Frank grabs the jar of shine from LeeRoy, takes a long swig, and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. He leans in close to LeeRoy and growls a warning at him: “No more fighting tonight. It’s done. We both lost. And I lost because of you! Your ass belongs to me! Your time is going to come, just not tonight.”
For his part, the weary and battered LeeRoy just smiles at Frank and replies “We’ll see Frank, we’ll see.” He takes his moonshine back from Frank, takes a swig, turns, and continues the long slow walk of the defeated back to the locker room.
Frank takes one more look back at the ring where Ante Whitner is still celebrating, taking a turn to climb each of the corners and holding his Golden Opportunity briefcase for everyone to see and cheer the new champ!Ante Whitner: Are you with me? Fans: Yes! Ante Whitner: ARE YOU WITH ME? Fans: YES! Ante Whitner: ARE YOU WITH ME? Fans: YES! YES! YES! Frank’s eyes seethe with anger and jealousy as he turns and exits behind the stage.
Moments later an EMT helps a barely conscious Warren Goodwin backstage. He is still confused about exactly what happened. Did Miss Virginia really hit him with a chair?
Brandon Bison leaves through the crowd heading straight for an exit, his face the picture of frustration and disappointment over a missed opportunity.“No Love” by Eminem begins to play over the arena speakers, the entrance way flashing with lights. Ante stares up the ramp and looks around the arena in a bit of dazed confusion.Alecia Matthews: Wait what's this? This isn't Ante Whitner's theme, or any member of the roster for that matter. Daniel Knight: And our notes don't have another segment listed, but since when does our format sheet ever actually matter? The question about the new music doesn't linger for very long. Through the curtain walks Phillip Schneider. Schneider looks drastically different from the last time he appeared in the WFWF, his hair now shaved up the sides and tied back. He's noticeably larger in his arms, putting on a significant amount of lean muscle. This new physic is shown off by his choice of garb for the evening, a Night of the Living Dead basketball jersey and black dress pants. The crowd lets out a collective gasp, followed by cheers, then boos. There's an electric shock transmitting through the crowd and an unknown reaction as the music continues to boom through the arena.Alecia Matthews: I think I speak for the collective of the WFWF when I say “what the HELL??” Daniel Knight: I'm seeing a ghost. He's dead! He doesn't work here! Schneider stares down the ramp. “The God Slayer” stares up the ramp at the man who called himself God. Neither man says a word, neither eye contact is broken. The music booms and covers any verbal altercation, though words are being mouthed between the two that the camera can't catch. Schneider raises his hands to chest level, bringing them together in a sarcastic clap before heading back through the curtain. A promotional video: “Summer” by Mogwai plays [author’s note: please check out the song if you don’t know it to really get the mood I’m shooting for here]
A slow fade in to a shot of Dex standing in a WFWF ring with the World HeavyWeight Championship belt. A slow fade transition to a shot of Penny Shannon holding a baseball bat dripping blood. Slow fade transition to rapid fire still shots of Dex and Penny Shannon. As the song picks up in pace and volume, the images go from traditional wrestling moves to more high impact moves ending with Penny’s recent attacks using a bat on Dex. The music slows and the video fades to black. Words appear in harsh white: “CHOSEN ONE?” A quick fade and it is replaced by “DEX”. The letters shatter and are replaced by “HARDCORE!” which is then shattered and replaced by “PENNY SHANNON”. A quick clip of Penny in hardcore action followed by another quick shot of Dex in a hospital bed.
The music increases in volume and pace again.
Fade to black, then slowly increasing light to show in black and white a threatening figure walking directly towards the camera carrying a baseball bat, red blood dripping onto the ground. The shot stays focused on the figure’s body, never showing a face so you can’t really tell if it is a man or a woman. The figure swings the bat directly at the camera. The phrase “One will rise!” flashes quickly followed by a close up shots of Dex's and Penny Shannon’s faces, then a clip of Penny Shannon from the Horizon show: “I want EXTREME RULES!” The figure swings again, more blood on the bat this time. The phrase “One will fall!” appears followed by still shot close-ups of Dex’s eyes and Penny’s eye, then a clip of Dex, also from Horizon: “I want your CAREER!” Another swing of the bat with even more blood on it splattering the image. The phrase “There will be blood!” followed by images of Dex and Penny bleeding. One final swing of the bat, completely covered in blood now and dripping all over. The phrase “This is THE END!” appears, then quick shots of staged still of Dex standing in front of grave with Penny Shannon on the tombstone, then Penny Shannon standing over Dex’s grave, then back to ominous figure with the bat. The figure drops the bat, it’s bloody fat end blocking the view of the bottom third of the video. The figure turns his or her back and walks directly away from the camera.
Fade to black as the song ends.Alecia Matthews: I think that video says it all. This will be a brutal match that could be the end for one or both of Dex and Penny Shannon. Daniel Knight: Certainly if she loses it will be the end for Penny because of the retirement stipulation. As for Dex, his career may not be on the line but if he loses he has to bow down to Penny at our next show and that could be just as bad for him. Christa Adina: Ladies and gentlemen, the following is a hardcore match between Dex and Penny Shannon. If Penny Shannon loses, she HAS to retire! The roar of guitars blares throughout the Rose Bowl. “The Wave of Mutilation” by the Pixies plays and the crowd cheers. The lights flicker, from black to white, as Dex is seen at the top of the aisle-way. Dex slowly walks along the aisle, as the crowd; accompanies him with grand applause. Dex raises his arm in the air, forming a fist, while the fans standing along the aisle-way mimic him. As he walks, he gives an occasional smile to the attendants screaming his name. As the song arrives at its greatest rift, Dex slides into the ring, head-first, using his arms to propel him to the center. Dex stands, circling the ring with his arm raising, his eyes locking onto his opponent as if he'd never known any other glance. Dex began to position himself in the corner of the ring, his arms locked, his feet spread, his fists clenched.Christa Adina: Introducing first from Baltimore, Maryland and weighing 220 pounds… This is DEX! Dex stalks around the ring. He is not his usual self in any way. He has several days growth stubble on his face. He is wearing street clothes: biker boots, jeans, and a black Penny Shannon t-shirt with a red X painted over her face. His face shows his determination and his anger. You can tell he can’t wait any longer. He wants Penny Shannon in the ring RIGHT NOW.Daniel Knight: Would you look at Dex? He has shown up ready for a fight. Alecia Matthews: It is definitely a different look for him. He is sending a message. There won’t be any fancy technical wrestling moves tonight. This is all about hurting Penny and ending her career. The arena lights fall dim as sparkles of purple, pink, and baby blue settle around the entrance way. Smoke fills the aisle as the shrill of L7's "Fast and Frightening" damn near rips the speakers in two!
Penny pushes herself through the entrance curtain, hooded up in her signature hoodie and carrying a barbwire baseball bat with a hint of red from the blood of previous assaults. (This the same bat Vass the Slayer used to assault Maxwell Dachs. Penny must have picked it up while nobody was looking so she could use it.) She takes a moment to stand by the edge of the stage, removing her hoodie to reveal her pigtails and pointing the bat at Dex. She taps her boots with the bat like a baseball player at the home plate and makes a mad rush down the aisle.Daniel Knight: The hardcore queen is here! Alecia Matthews: And she isn’t waiting for any of the usual pre-match rituals. She is going after Dex with bad intentions. Ignoring the referee and the lack of a bell, she charges at Dex with every intention of ending this before it even begins. The music keeps playing providing a soundtrack to Penny’s crazed attempts to smack Dex with the bat.
Christa doesn’t even bother with an introduction, she drops the mic and gets out of the ring as fast as she possibly can. The referee yells over to the timekeeper “Ring damn bell! Ring the bell now!”Alecia Matthews: This is almost exactly how she started her last SuperBrawl match against Cameron Stone. Some things never change! *** DING DING DING ***
Dex is actually intimidated by the intensity of Penny’s entrance and backs away but Penny will not be denied. She swings the bat and connects with Dex, hitting him in his leg. The barb wire rips his jeans and opens him up. Not even a second into the match and we have BLOOD!
The crowd goes ballistic. They expected a war and it looks like they will get one.
Dex falls to a knee and covers up. Penny dances to the screams of the L7 song still playing and takes another mighty swing at Dex, connecting with his shoulder. The sleeve of Dex’s t-shirt stays attached to the bat as more blood flows from fresh wounds.Alecia Matthews: Penny with first blood! Daniel Knight: And second blood! She is bringing the fight to Dex. The music keeps playing as Penny swings the bat over head wildly firing up the crowd. Then she lines up for a shot at Dex’s head. She telegraphs the swing and Dex ducks under it. Penny swung so hard her momentum causes her to spin around. When her back is turned to Dex, he thrusts his arm between her legs and with all his strength delivers a low blow to Penny. The parts may be different for the sexes but the effect of a low blow is still quite painful and Penny doubles over.
Dex rips the bat from Penny’s hands and holds it over his head - his turn to get the crowd fired up. He whirls the bat around like a martial arts master, then takes a swing and connects with Penny’s upper back, the bat catching in her hair and ripping a clump out while welts form and blood flows from her back.
He sees Christa’s mic in the ring and picks it up. “Turn that damn music off!”Daniel Knight: Apparently Dex is not a fan of L7. Then he grabs Penny’s hair and lifts her head up. He smashes her face with the microphone, the sound of the blow amplified a thousandfold so that even the cheap seats can hear Penny grunt in pain.Alecia Matthews: This is a Dex like we’ve never seen before. Daniel Knight: I’m sure he would like nothing better than a WFWF without Penny Shannon in it. He looks ready to do whatever it takes to send her packing. Dex whips Penny into the ropes. She bounces off and comes back at him. Dex jabs the end of the bat into her stomach. He spins Penny around and kicks the back of her legs so that Penny falls to her knees. Dex wraps an arm around her neck and cranks on a choke hold. Penny’s arms flail wildly as she tries to break the hold but cannot. With his free hand, Dex runs the bat back and forth across Penny’s forehead, barbwire grinding against her skull through her rapidly shredding skin.
Penny screams both in pain and anger. More blood flows, quickly turning her face into the proverbial crimson mask.
Dex releases Penny and steps back to take in his work. He looks at the bat scornfully, then throws it out of the ring. Penny, still on her knees looking up at Dex, spits a mix of saliva and blood at him. Dex circles her slowly, catching his breath and planning his next move.
Dex reaches into his back pocket and pulls out a pair of fingerless black gloves with metal studs on the knuckles, making sure that Penny sees them and knows exactly what is coming next. She does not look impressed.Daniel Knight: Dex weathered the initial assault of Penny Shannon. He is in control now. Alecia Matthews: For now… but a weapon filled hardcore match can turn in the blink of an eye. Dex motions for Penny to stand up, daring her to bring the fight to him again. Penny obliges, albeit slowly. She looks towards her bat now lying on the floor outside the ring. Dex moves in her way so she cannot go for it. Shannon charges at Dex tackling him and pushing him into the corner. Dex lets her as he punches her back with the gloves, the metal studs making each blow feel like nails being driven into her spine.
Penny backs away and flips up with an enziguri that snaps Dex’s head to the side with a painful whiplash effect. He responds with a right hand jab to Penny’s face. Penny staggers back clutching her face, then drops her hands to show a grisly sight.Alecia Matthews: What a punch! Penny’s face exploded! Daniel Knight: I think Dex just broke her nose. She is a bloody mess. Alecia Matthews: The animosity between these two… it’s been a while since we've seen anything quite like it. Daniel Knight: Yep, only one of them is walking way from this fight. Penny sees all the blood on her hands, most of it hers, and gets an adrenaline fueled burst of energy. No longer feeling any pain, she runs at Dex. He jabs her again in the face. She steps back, then charges in again to be greeted by another jab. Dex moves out of the corner and circles around Penny just out of reach and throwing jabs at her battered face any time she tries to close the distance.Alecia Matthews: Dex is fighting a smart match right now, slowly wearing Penny down instead of going for a big finisher. Daniel Knight: He has Penny frustrated. Is Dex doing this to extend the beating or is he not yet comfortable with the hardcore environment? Penny Shannon makes another move towards Dex and he jabs at her face again, but Penny sidesteps the punch and grabs his arm leading into a hip toss. She follows it up with a leg drop which she transitions into a leg lock around Dex’s neck. Penny slaps her leg and screams as she cranks up the pressure.
Dex grabs at Penny’s legs trying to break the hold. No go. He sees his position in the ring and realizes he can get to the ropes. He grabs the ropes waiting for the ref to break the hold. The ref shrugs at Dex while Penny laughs.Daniel Knight: That won’t work Dex! There are no rope breaks in a hardcore match! Dex quickly realizes his mistake and gives up on the rope. He starts to twist his body violently and the two roll around the ring, Penny not breaking the leg lock but Dex managing to reduce the pressure so that he can breathe.
Dex gets close to the ropes again and grabs the bottom rope. Penny laughs, thinking he is going for another rope break. Dex is not. Slowly, he uses his hands to climb the ropes like a ladder. He gets to his knees, then fully standing with Penny still on his shoulders, her legs still wrapped around his neck.
Penny realizes that the leg choke isn’t going to stop Dex. She releases her hold on Dex’s neck, spins around and throws her weight back. Hurricanrana! Dex goes tumbling over the top rope and crashes to the floor. Penny grabs one of the ropes as she falls so that she can control her fall and has a softer landing on the apron.Daniel Knight: Dex broke the hold but it took a lot out of him. And that hurricanrana had to hurt. He landed on his head. Alecia Matthews: He just went from the frying pan into the fire! Penny would prefer to beat the hell out of him than choke him out. Daniel Knight: Which should be a easier now that they have left the ring. Dex rolls around on the floor while Penny stands up on the apron waiting for Dex to be perfectly positioned for her next move. Penny flies off the apron hitting a beautiful leaping elbow drop! Dex folds up like an accordion.
Penny keeps things going, lifting Dex up so she whip him into the ring post. Dex clutches his aching head. Penny jumps onto the apron and runs towards Dex. She leaps over Dex grabbing his head and bulldogging him onto the ring steps with loud crash.
Dex rolls over and lays back on the ring steps, arms falling limply to his sides. His forehead has been busted open and is bleeding profusely. Penny lifts the ring skirt and looks for something under the ring.Alecia Matthews: Penny just showed how at home she feels in a hardcore match. Dex looks horrible. Daniel Knight: We’ve seen some truly violent acts so far tonight but these two… they are literally out for blood and getting it! Alecia Matthews: Penny is going shopping now. What kind of plunder will she find under the ring? Daniel Knight: This is the WFWF. Plus, this is Superbrawl. In addition to usual tables, ladders, chairs I bet there is a Sherman Tank under there. Penny finds what she was looking for under the ring and stands up. She hunches over so nobody can see what she is doing. Then, with a dramatic flourish she raises her hand into the air. She is wearing a steel mesh glove with barb wire glued to it. If you look closely you can see blood red stains, signs of past use.
Long time WFWF fans recognize the weapon and roar in approval!Daniel Knight: Is that I what I think it is? Alecia Matthews: It sure is. Penny has brought out the barb wire glove she used at Superbrawl VIII when she fought Cameron Stone! She damn near tore Cam’s face off with that glove! Penny turns towards Dex, who is still laying on the ring steps dazed from the bulldog. Penny wipes the blood off her face with her non-gloved hand so everyone can see the crazed look in her eye. Then she stomps towards Dex, her walk slow and deliberate. It’s the kind of walk that would scare any one who saw her coming towards them because she is not looking for a hug, she is looking for pain.
Dex sees Penny as she licks the glove. Fear shows on his face. Penny is a sick woman and she is coming for him. This is getting deadly!
Penny enjoys the moment as she sees fear in Dex’s eyes. Dex turns and runs away, Penny swinging an overhand punch that narrowly misses Dex and instead connects with the ring steps. Dex half runs/half crawls away from Penny. She pursues and once in range swings at Dex again. This time she catches him in the back and she rakes the glove down his back after the initial impact. The glove snags when she gets to his leather belt. Penny rips it free, tearing strips of cloth and chunks of flesh with it. Dex screams in agony the entire time.Alecia Matthews: Oh dear. Did we put up one of those not for the young or feint of heart disclaimers before this match? Daniel Knight: Penny knows her business and her business is bloody. Did you hear Dex scream? Alecia Matthews: Everybody in the Rose Bowl heard. Penny is turning the Rose Bowl into a slaughterhouse. Dex tries to crawl away but Penny punches him again in the kidney area. Dex’s shirt is in bloody tatters now. Penny grabs the shirt and tears it off Dex revealing a bare back covered in bloody welts.
Dex tries to crawl away again but Penny isn’t letting him get away. She grabs him by his hair and yanks him up to his feet. Keeping hold of his hair, she runs him into a ring post, then slams his head onto the ring steps. Dex bounces around dazed and having no idea where he is. Penny grabs one of his arms and puts him in a half nelson.
She takes a moment to look around maniacally as she holds the barbwire glove in the air, blood dripping off of it and down her arm. Then she makes a motion to grab Dex’s face with the deadly weapon.Daniel Knight: No. If she uses that glove on Dex’s face she could destroy his eyes. He could be blind for life! Alecia Matthews: Come on Penny, is it really worth it? Do you hate Dex that much? He has a family! He just got married! Think of his wife! Dex throws up a hand and grabs Penny’s wrist, slowing down the deadly barbwire glove but Penny is nothing if not driven. They have a test of strength - Dex’s desperation versus Penny’s determination.
Penny drives her foot into the back of Dex’s knee, driving him down to the floor. She switches from a half nelson to a headlock and puts a knee into Dex’s back to get additional leverage, leaning back to really crank the pressure on Dex’s neck. Dex is losing the test of strength now.Alecia Matthews: Penny isn’t holding anything back. She doesn’t want to beat Dex, she wants to maim him. Daniel Knight: I’m not liking Dex’s chances. He may be in over his head in a hardcore match. Penny continues to apply the pressure and has pushed Dex’s hand right into his face, the lethal barbs on her glove tearing through the leather of Dex’s gloves. Yes indeed, more blood slowly flows from Dex’s hand.
Dex digs deep and makes a powerful move to stand up, grabs Penny’s head with his free hand, and drops down again hitting a stunner! Penny falls backwards off of Dex. The barbs of Penny’s steel mesh glove are stuck in Dex’s black leather glove and won’t come free so the lethal weapon slips off of Penny’s hand.
That is all the opening Dex needed. He rips off his own gloves and along with Penny’s tosses them behind the announcers. Daniel makes an exaggerated show of ducking out of the way as if the flying gloves could hurt him.
Penny comes back at Dex and kicks him in the crotch.Daniel Knight: Penny goes low! That had to hurt Dex. Alecia Matthews: Look, Dex isn’t showing any effect from the dick kick. Penny is shocked. She just blasted his crotch and he is just standing there. Penny kicks Dex in the crotch again and he laughs in her face. Penny is shocked, staring at Dex wondering how he is still standing.
Dex reaches into his pants and pulls out a protective cup! He had planned ahead and Penny’s low blows amounted to nothing. Dex laughs at Penny briefly while she looks at him still shocked. Dex lunges at her, hitting a forearm smash to her face. Penny staggers and Dex moves in again, this time jamming the cup onto her face covering her nose and mouth.Alecia Matthews: Oh my god! What a brilliant move by Dex. And now he is rubbing it in Penny’s face… literally! Daniel Knight: We know Penny and there is no way she wants that cup in her face. Dex has come up with the perfect way to torture Penny! Alecia Matthews: We know Dex too and he needs this win to shut up the naysayers who call him a paper champion. He came into this match with a plan so that he can come out with a win. Penny tries to back away from Dex and get that smelly cup out of her face but Dex stays with her step for step. He is truly enjoying this and that is helping him recover from the beating he had been taking. Penny keeps moving backwards but runs out of space and is stuck leaning against the security barrier while Dex pushes the cup into her face.
Dex holds the cup to Penny’s face with his left hand and chops her chest with his right hand several times, each impact causing Penny to rock back getting a second away from the cup before rebounding right back into Dex’s grip. Penny tries to knee Dex in his crotch but he backs away. He responds with a super kick that sends her over the barrier into the front row. Penny leans over the barrier gagging, almost puking. She really didn’t like scent of Dex’s man meat shoved in her face.
Dex has his second wind and he very quickly jumps onto the apron and climbs to the top turnbuckle. Penny is still fighting the urge to vomit, bent over the security barrier. Dex jumps off the turnbuckle flying through the air and hitting a mammoth leg drop to the back of Penny’s neck. The force of the blow flips Penny over the barrier, her head hitting the floor hard and the rest of her body balanced on her neck briefly before she flops to the floor.
HOLY SH*T!
Dex stands over her pumping his fist in the air while the fans cheer loudly.Alecia Matthews: Awesome offense from Dex. He got a ton of air under that flying leg drop. Daniel Knight: He has recovered from the onslaught of Hurricane Shannon and taken charge of this match. Alecia Matthews: And now he is searching for something from under the ring. What plunder will he find? Dex’s upper body disappears under the ring as he reaches in for another weapon. He finds what he was looking for, first pulling a table out, then going back for a second item… a small cloth bag.
Dex takes a moment to stomp on Penny’s head several times keeping her down so he can get back to his toys. He slides the table into the ring and places the bag in the ring next to one of the ring posts. Dex stomps on Penny a few more times to make sure she stays down, then gets into the ring. He locks the legs of the table into place and places the table in the center of the ring.
Dex grabs the bag and unties the knot holding it closed. He holds the bag up over his head for everyone to see as he approaches the table. Then he turns the bag over and hundreds, maybe thousands of thumbtacks spill onto the table. The crowd cheers… well actually they go into a frenzy. It’s been a long time since thumbtacks made an appearance in the WFWF. They like where Dex is going.Daniel Knight: Thumbtacks! Tables! Dex is getting into the hardcore spirit now. Alecia Matthews: That he is. Has the hardcore queen been one-upped by a hardcore king? Dex slides out of the ring to drag Penny back in for his big coup de gras but she isn’t there. Penny had made it to her feet and staggered around the ring until she came to the staff area at ringside. She growled at Christa who quickly and smartly vacated her seat. Penny picked up the steel chair.
Dex looked around and saw Penny with her back towards him. He stalked his way around the ring towards her, not seeing the chair in her hands. Penny waited until the last moment, then suddenly and swiftly turned nailing Dex in the head with the chair!
Dex stumbled backwards and Penny hit him again in the head. Penny started to swing again but Dex kicked her in the stomach. Penny dropped the chair and doubled over. Dex reacted quickly, getting double underhooks on Penny and dropping her hard to the floor with a DDT.
Still stunned himself from the chairshots, Dex drops down and locks Penny in a crossface putting most of his body weight on her back.Daniel Knight: Great back and forth action there. They have done so much damage to each other. How are they still going? Alecia Matthews: They just don’t like each other and neither will give in to the pain or blood loss. This is as much a test of wills as it is a test of physical endurance. Daniel Knight: Dex is playing it smart right now. He can’t end this match outside the ring but the longer he can apply the crossface the more he can wear out Penny while he recovers. As the announcers noted, Dex is indeed using the submission hold to let his body recover somewhat from the brutal match. Penny is not enjoying being in the hold though and rather than try a traditional escape or reversal, she just bites Dex’s hand. Dex yells an expletive as he snatches his hands away from Penny’s mouth so she can’t bite him again.
Now Penny is able to escape from Dex and both use the ring apron to aid in getting to their feet. Penny looks at Dex and wipes his blood from her mouth with the back of her hand. Dex gives his hand a quick check and shakes it out while watching for any move Penny might try.Daniel Knight: I don’t know how much more they can take. This has to end soon. Alecia Matthews: I don’t know about that Daniel. Dex owes Penny a lot for what she has done to him in the past and Penny, well she just enjoys hurting people. The emotions driving these two could push them through a whole hell of lot of pain. Penny comes at Dex, trying to hit Dex with a forearm smash to his face. Dex ducks, spins, and pushes Penny into the ringpost. Her head bounces off sending a fresh spray of blood into the air.
Dex grabs Penny by her hair, spins her around several times and slings her into the security barrier. He grabs her hair again and drags her forcibly over to and up the ring steps until both are standing on the apron. Dex hoists Penny’s limp body onto his shoulders and then climbs the ropes to the top turnbuckle. He stands tall facing towards the table covered in thumbtacks.Alecia Matthews: There is no doubt what Dex has in mind. If he hits this move it will be all over. Daniel Knight: Listen to the fans. They are apoplectic! Dex and Shannon are giving them their money’s worth. The crowd gets quiet, sitting on the edge of their seats, at least the ones that aren’t standing on their seats even more excited to see what Dex pulls off.
Dex bends his knees until he is almost in a crouch. Suddenly Penny starts elbowing his head. She was playing possum until her moment came and that moment is now. She rakes Dex’s eyes and he starts to lose his balance. Dex has to take one hand off of Penny and grab a rope or else he will fall.
Penny starts twisting around until she slides off Dex’s shoulders and gets both feet on the ropes. Dex and Penny stand on the top ropes exchanging punches. Penny jabs a finger into Dex’s eyes again and he is blinded. Penny moves him into position and launches them both off the top rope.
Time slows as they seem to hang above the thumbtack covered table in the ring, Penny maneuvering Dex’s body around in the air. Time speeds up again when Penny drives Dex through the table with a jumping liger bomb. Hundreds of thumbtacks are driven into Dex’s body while hundreds more splash into the air reflecting the bright lights and creating a pro effect around them as the table splinters and they hit the mat. Dex screams in pain!
The crowd goes wild, not sure what to chant after such an awesome move so they just yell at the top of their lungs.Alecia Matthews: FLYING F-BOMB off the top rope! AMAZING! Daniel Knight: All Penny has to do is cover Dex and she wins. She won’t have to retire. Even as Daniel says it, Penny grabs Dex’s leg and covers him. The referee, who had been in the farthest corner of the ring trying to not get hurt, rushes over and drops down to make the count.
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*** DING DING DING ***Christa Adina: Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of the match… PENNY SHANNON! Daniel Knight: Penny wins! She is still the queen of hardcore! Alecia Matthews: And she avoids retirement. Penny Shannon doesn’t have to go away and even better for her, she has a date with Dex at our next TV show where he will have to bow down to Penny. Daniel Knight: That will not be pretty. Penny slowly rolls off of Dex and allows the referee to raise her arm in victory. She does a 360 in the ring taking in everything that is SuperBrawl as if this is still her last match despite the fact that she won. Penny Shannon slides out of the ring and slowly makes her way up the ramp and back to the locker room.
EMTs rush past her on their way to the ring where they check on Dex. He is a bloody pin cushion and they don’t know where to start in treating him. He shrugs them off, gets out of the ring, and defiantly limps up the ramp with blood and thumbtacks falling from his body the entire way.Alecia Matthews: Yep, Dex does not look happy. He knows what is coming for him at the hands of Penny Shannon. She is not done with him. Daniel Knight: I would not want to be Dex at our next televised show.
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Alecia Matthews: Things have been nasty tonight. Dex and Penny Shannon just became casualties to war and we still have Lucas Crowe versus David Brennan and that huge six-man Elimination Chamber match to go. Things are going to be absolutely nuts! Daniel Knight: You’re right Alecia, things are going to get very interesting in our next match. Lets send things over to the ring for the match intro… what is going on here? The attention in the sold out Rose Bowl shifts to the top of the grand entrance stage as an older looking man with a gray goatee and bald head sits inside the confines of a wheelchair. His facial features barely move, seemingly looking like it is made of a plastic substance. The spotlight shines on the shiny dome of the man, who sits in the chair idly soaking in the huge attendance.
Every single eye in here in Pasadena, California is focused on this relatively unknown man. There is no entrance music, no cheers nor boos, or any commentary. The silence is loud enough to make a statement as the bald headed man starts to roll down the long ramp to the ring. Daniel Knight: He can’t get in the ring. You can’t stick security on this guy, you know how bad it would be to have security manhandle a handicapped guy? Several stagehands rush to the wheelchair bound man, asking him if he needs help getting into the ring, for which the man refuses their help. The frail man lifts himself out of the chair and is barely able to stand. Clutching onto the bottom rope to keep himself from falling over, the silence turns into general awkwardness from the WFWF crowd.
The presumably plastic faced man eventually rolls his limp body into the ring and lays on the mat. He can’t stand, literally. He tries to pull himself up by using the ropes. After a good minute or so, and after refusing the help from several stagehands, the bald man is up to a vertical base as he leans on the turnbuckles in the left corner. He pulls back one side of his suit jacket to reveal a microphone. Unknown Man: Two years ago… I stood in this very ring and competed in front of you at the last SuperBrawl. Mind you, I was a very different man at the time when I competed against the Thunder, Scarlett Quinn, Trace Demon, and the late Shawn Malakai for the grandest prize in the world. The same World Championship that six men will put their lives on the line for later tonight. Daniel Knight: Wait… is that… That can’t be. The bald headed man rubs his dome as the crowd buzzes, trying to remember the main event of SuperBrawl XIII. Unknown Man: Yes, for those who don’t know, I am the man formerly known as Solomon Crow. The man who main evented the last SuperBrawl show. The man who had a whole career in front of him and was ready to show the world just how great he is… but now I am the little piece of sh*t who is confined to a wheelchair. I am the man who’s face resembles more of an action figure than that of a normal human being. I am the man who was broken at the hands of a budding Revolution. Solomon Crow grimaces in pain as the entire left side of his body twitches randomly. The crowd remains silent, not knowing how to react to the reemergence of the former International Champion and Scars and Stripes winner. He accidentally drops the microphone on the mat, a chain reaction of the twitching body. He stumbles and fumbles but eventually picks up the microphone once more. Solomon Crow: For those who don’t know what happened… I had a special clip prepared for all of you… witness my end… The lights in the Rose Bowl dim to a nice warm darkness as the giant WFTron illuminates with the words : “WFWF REBORN. MAY. 20. 2014. THE DEATH OF solomon crow.” As the words fade to black, a video replay is shown highlighting the events of that fateful night that changed the WFWF forever.
As the video finishes, Solomon Crow stands in the corner expressionless. It looks like he is trying to react to the video, but his face won’t let him do anything. He is literally frozen in the corner of the ring, as the silence remains among the sold-out crowd. Solomon Crow: … my skull was fractured in five different spots… I had severe bleeding near my brain… I suffered from a very severe concussion… I can’t feel the left side of my body… my face was mangled… without much needed plastic surgery I would be standing here with my skull protruding my skin in ten different areas… I was supposed to die that night there… I probably did die… but I was reborn… I survived that night for one sole reason: to become the cancer that finally rids the WFWF from the inside out. I could never step back inside this ring to fight for myself. I will never be able to accomplish my goal of destroying the place that destroyed my life with my own hands. But I still have this stone cold heart beating inside my chest, and this black heart told me to find somebody who can do it for me. Without further adieu, I would like to announce that I found the man who was broken by this company. I found a man to join me in taking out everybody starting from the top. But I’m a man of surprises, and tonight is a big night… … so everybody can have a good night… because starting on the next show after SuperBrawl… this juggernaut falls to the ground. Myself and my partner will be the only true revolution that beheads this f*cking company! Solomon Crow drops the microphone and stares directly into the camera mouthing words like “Apocalypse” and “Final Revolution” as the production crew in the back scramble to put something else on screen. Alecia Matthews: Ladies and gentlemen it’s time for one of the most hotly anticipated matches on the entire Superbrawl IX card as the International Champion, Lucas Crowe, defends the title against Boston’s estranged son David Brennan. Daniel Knight: The atmosphere in here is incredible Alecia. These two warriors will tear the Rose Bowl to its foundations just to prove who’s the bigger dog. Alecia Matthews: Folks, as a result of David Brennan's actions and words at WFWF's 'The Gate', Lila Sleater - Daniel Knight: In a stroke of genius... Alecia Matthews: - Lila Sleater has put an executive foot down on Brennan's indiscretions. David Brennan is scheduled to face Lucas Crowe for the WFWF International Championship in just a few moments, however, per Ms. Sleater's ruling... Daniel Knight: ...her incomparably well thought out ruling... Alecia Matthews: ...David Brennan will be forced to forfeit the match, by default, if he is unable to satisfactorily pass a field sobriety test. It's my understanding that the test is being administered as we speak, and we now go live backstage, where members of the California State Police are standing by the administer the final assessment of Brennan's ability to compete. Out back, four uniformed officers stand in a semi-circle around David Brennan, suited up for the night and draped in a kelly green trimmed black fight robe. Just beyond the flank of the police detail, a gathering of onlookers peers over to catch a glimpse of the main attraction, among them, Brennan's WFWF agent Chris Meyer stands, arms crossed, his head hung as he stares down at the floor, clearly uncomfortable with the entire situation. At his side is the cause of the circus - one Lila Sleater, who looks on with eager anticipation as the officers confer among one another, sorting through a collection of paperwork and equipment placed atop a desk beside them. Finally, the officer heading up the detail steps forward, unflinchingly coming eye to eye with the burly, much larger frame of the number one contender.Officer: Alright, Mr. Brennan. You seem to have all your faculties about you thus far. To complete this test, we'll just need to get a estimated read of your blood-alcohol content. Simple, standard issue breathalyzer. I'll need you to place your mouth here and - David Brennan: I know how to take a f*ckin' breathalyzer. Officer: Very good. As you may be aware, the legal limit in the state of California is a point-oh-eight. That being said...because the purposes of this test are relative to the performance of your job duties, Ms. Sleater has requested that we not accept anything above the legal limit for commercial operation, which is a point-oh-four. Already stone faced, Brennan snaps at the neck to glare at Sleater, and by consequence, his agent as well. Sleater holds her composure as Meyer continues his gaze upon the concrete floor. Brennan slowly turns back to face the administering officer.David Brennan: Guess she's thought of everything, then. What's with the cord? David gestures toward a long, black cable originating at the bottom of the device that snakes down the floor and into a mess of other cables situated around the room for the sake of production.Officer: Ms. Sleater...? The officer looks to Sleater, who shakes her head and waves him on, inviting him, rather than herself, to explain.Officer: Very well. Ms. Sleater has asked that, given the alleged severity of your actions in recent weeks, that the results of your test be readily and immediately available to the paying, viewing public. David once more shoots a contemptuous, incredulous look back at Sleater, who breaks some, fidgeting from foot to foot as she tries to maintain a stoic composure.Officer: If you're ready, Mr. Brennan... Back in the arena, the house lights dim, with the jumbo-tron glowing with life, displaying a set of three short, horizontal lines that begin flashing in time with a shrill, steady beep that resonates throughout the arena, much to the dismay of several throughout the audience who plug their ears to shield from the high pitched tone.
The beeping carries on for several more moments, before finally dragging out a decisive, long held tone as the blinking lines vanish from the screen, the audience going eerily silent in the seconds that follow, before the screen shortly displays a new readout, larger and fully visible from the furthest reaches of the arena: 0.00Daniel Knight: WHAT?! Almost instantaneously, the screen goes black as the house lights drop in full, blanketing the arena in only the dark of knight as the resonant din of The Chieftains' "The Foggy Dew" echoes out, bringing with it a lone green spotlight on the stage, as the resonant and thunderous beat of a cavalcade of drums fills the arena, accompanied by the marching trill of a tin whistle.Christa Adina: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall, and it is for the WFWF International Championship! Up on the stage, David Brennan steps out from behind the curtain into the glow of the green spotlight to a raucous response, the crowd still electric from the anticipation of his sobriety test. With his head hung, clad in the aforementioned hooded fight robe, now showing a pair of fight shorts to match, he stands in repose as the war march eases, a lone voice calling out in its place:
"As down the glen one Easter morn to a city fair rode I There Armed lines of marching men in squadrons passed me by No fife did hum nor battle drum did sound it's loud tatoo But the Angelus bells o'er the Liffey swells rang out in the foggy dew"
The drums thunder to life once more, seemingly waking Brennan as he tossed aside the robe, his massive arms stretched out wide as he bursts out from his place upon the stage, determinedly making his way down the ramp to the beat of the cadence.Christa Adina: Introducing first, the challenger - from Boston, Massachusetts, weighing in at two hundred and forty three pounds, he is still one half of the WFWF Tag Team Champions - David Brennan! Brennan pauses as he arrives at ringside, staring up at the ring and then slowly turning his head from one far reach to the other, taking in the massive scope of the audience. Spreading his arms wide once more before bursting into a full scale stride once more, he makes his way around the corner and up the ringside steps, stepping between the ropes and crossing the ring to the furthest corner. Climbing to the second turnbuckle with little fanfare, he glares out over the crowd as the hue of green that has drenched the arena fades with the return of the house lights.Alecia Matthews: This is a side of David Brennan we have not seen before, Daniel. Daniel Knight: Far be it for me to offer any credit in his favor, but you're absolutely right, Alecia. Brennan looks ready for an absolute brawl tonight. As the music fades, leaving only the rabid crowd in its wake, David climbs down from the corner, pacing in the center of the ring with his eyes dead seat on the entrance ramp, calmly and determinedly awaiting the arrival of the championThe opening twangy strums of a guitar kickoff Nobody Speak by DJ Shadow and out saunters Lucas Crowe to a sea of boos. He looks fired up as he beats his chest and holds his hands aloft with a huge orange wave of pyro spraying out behind him. He stops to soak in the huge audience, the biggest moment of his career, before staring dead down the ramp at Brennan and making his way toward him, the International Championship around his waist.Christa Adina: And his opponent, from Detroit Michigan, weighing in at 314lbs, he is your WFWF International Champion, The Motor City Mercenary, Lucas Croooooowe! 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 with the title still around his waist while Brennan tees off shadow boxing the far turnbuckle pads.Alecia Matthews: And the champion, ever confident and looking as intense tonight as he ever has in his short but commanding time in the WFWF so far. Can Crowe overcome his greatest obstacle Daniel? If he does it’s got to cement him in the upper echelon of the company. Daniel Knight: He’s already in that tier Alecia, he’s the International Champion damn it! The referee comes over and asks for the belt and Crowe slowly hands it over, making a joking lunge at the referee that causes him to jump back. Crowe chuckles and stretches out his arms on the ropes. The ref takes the belt over to Brennan who locks eyes on it but doesn’t touch the plate and then the official holds the belt aloft. He calls for the bell.*DING DING*Daniel Knight: Here, we, go! The two men stand off across the ring from each other, both rolling their shoulders and cracking necks as a final bit of posturing ends. Lucas Crowe leans in for a greco-roman knuckle lock. Brennan takes the fingers but steps forward holding Crowe’s arm in tight. He tries to force him into a standing kimura but the big man fights his way out of it and the two separate.Alecia Matthews: Neither one of these men are beloved by the fans but listen to them right now. They just want a fight! They circle again and Brennan half heartedly attempts a single leg take down but runs it off as soon as Crowe puts any pressure on him. Brennan with his back to the champ now loops back and clocks an unsuspecting Crowe with a vicious right hook that stuns him. Brennan pushes forward with the momentum from the strike and delivers a barrage of forearms that stagger Crowe back. Crowe isn’t letting the power game go so early in the match though and surges back with some strikes of his own before hitting the ropes and throwing a lariat. Brennan stands his ground.Daniel Knight: Neither man willing to back down when the world is watching! Brennan tells Crowe to give it another shot. Crowe doesn’t need telling twice as he hits the ropes again and comes back with a running big boot that sends Brennan tumbling awkwardly through the ropes and to the outside!Alecia Matthews: What a strike! Daniel Knight: He just blindsided him. Brennan expecting a second clothesline gets a boot in the mush. The champ working smart tonight. Crowe doesn’t waste time and makes his way straight over to the ropes. He climbs over the top rope but as he does Brennan grabs ahold of it and catapults the top steel ring rope into the nethers of the champion.Alecia Matthews: Is that a disqualification? I mean it was the rope, not Brennan who caught Crowe low there. With Crowe bent double and cradled on the ropes Brennan gives him a good couple of shots to the exposed kidneys and then climbs back wards up from the apron to sit on the top turnbuckle. He waits for Crowe to rise up vertically again before jumping off and hitting a huge clothesline of his own that drags both he and Crowe down to the ground outside the ring.Daniel Knight: Jesus! What a shot! They felt that one up in the rafters folks! It takes some time before either man stirs but it is Brennan that finds his feet first as the referee’s count is at 6. Brennan pulls Crowe up to his feet and then sends him cascading with an Irish whip towards the barricade. Crowe reverses though and it’s Brennan who hits the guard wall hard, driving the wind out of him. Crowe shakes his head to clear the stars and then follows up on Brennan with yet another big clothesline, this one sending both men out into the crowd. The referee is on 14.Alecia Matthews: These two need to make sure they don’t get counted out here! Crowe is up and he bundles Brennan back toward the ring before stepping over the guard wall himself. He moves for Brennan to get him back in the ring but Brennan grabs him and sends him careening for the ring post. A hard connection to the face and Brennan rolls under the bottom rope.Alecia Matthews: He can’t win the title on a count out victory Daniel and the referee is on 18! Crowe is slumped against the apron and the crowd counts along with the referee on 19! Crowe makes a lunge upward and gets all of himself onto the apron and able to roll under the bottom rope to continue this battle. Brennan laughs about it, sat on his backside on the mat.Daniel Knight: It seems like Brennan was happy to take that count out victory there. Doesn’t he want the title? Or does he just want to show up the champion in front of this sold out Rose Bowl crowd? Alecia Matthews: Perhaps he just knew Crowe would make it in? Either way it’s a risky game! Brennan stands up and begins laying boots into the body of Crowe, grabbing the ropes and using them to propel himself down with more force. The referee breaks things up on the count of 4 but Brennan simply walks across the ring and takes a run before hitting a low single leg dropkick to the head of the stirring Lucas Crowe. Brennan rolls Crowe to the centre of the ring and covers him.… 1 …
… 2Crowe kicks out with authority!Alecia Matthews: Brennan nearly sealing the deal early on. Daniel Knight: Crowe sending a message with that kick out though. He’s not even close to done! Crowe sits bolt up right and and grabs a hold of Brennan’s boot as he tries for more stomps. Crowe rises to his feet, still holding Brennan by the foot, only to capture the entire leg and hit an overhead suplex.Alecia Matthews: And just like that it’s David Brennan soaring through the air. The power on display from Crowe here is plain scary. Crowe now drives boots of his own into the chest of Brennan, stamping down on his solar plexus and the referee has to break it up. Crowe hauls Brennan to his feet and whips him into the ropes. Brennan comes racing back but runs straight into a rolling elbow that sends a shower of spit into the air. Crowe maintains this newly acquired control by grabbing the dazed challenger and holding him at chest height. He looks around the arena, turning to face each side of the ring before dropping back and hitting a fall away slam, facing the hard cam, that puts Brennan in a heap on the apron.Daniel Knight: Brennan out on the hardest part of the ring, and look Crowe’s coming after him. Crowe leans down over the top rope to pull Brennan upright but Brennan delivers two stiff forearms giving him some breathing space. Crowe comes back over and Brennan throws another only this time Crowe blocks it. He follows with a right hand of his own before spinning Brennan around and holding him, crucified, against the ropes. The International Champion now begins raining down stiff lariat like shots onto the exposed chest of Brennan, driving the wind out of him at an exceptional rate.Alecia Matthews: Look at Brennan’s face! I don’t know if he can take many more of those. He's gone purple! Daniel Knight: The referee needs to stop this, Brennan’s in the ropes! The ref tries to step in and he manages to break Crowe away, leaving Brennan to, near passed out from lack of air, fall face first from the apron and down to the hard ground below. This time Crowe waits in the ring for him, happy to take the 20 count victory.
Brennan is on all fours barking coughs as he tries to suck up some air. By the count of 15 he’s up to his feet though and Crowe, realising his opponent is back on the move, steps out of the ring over the top rope and then proceeds to jump off of the apron down toward Brennan. Brennan side steps but staggers still gasping for air, leaning over the guard wall. Crowe runs and a huge kitchen sink style knee crushes Brennan against the wall he was using to steady himself. As Brennan slumps until he is propped up by the wall Crowe walks backward away from him, shoving a cameraman out of his path.Alecia Matthews: I don’t know what he’s planning here Daniel, but it’s got bad intentions written all over it! Crowe races toward Brennan and hits a cannonball senton that once again uses the guard wall to squash him. Crowe is up and he bangs on his chest before stepping up on to the announce desk and hyping up the fans.Daniel Knight: The International Champion’s wasting time here Alecia. Alecia Matthews: He damn near killed Brennan right there, I think he’s earned a bit of show boating. Crowe continues to psych both himself and the record breaking crowd up before turning to the rising Brennan and signalling for something big. The crowd pops and he takes a step backward on the table. He runs and jumps but Brennan jumps up and pushes him with all of his strength, changing the champion’s course and causing him to crash into the ring post for a second time in this match.Daniel Knight: What did I tell you? David Brennan used that time perfectly, gathering his energy and managing to claw his way from underneath. Both men are down outside the ring and the referee is up to 16. They both work their way up to a standing base and roll in before it’s too late. Both now lie flat on the ring mat, chests heaving. Crowe is the first to get up.Alecia Matthews: Crowe somehow beating Brennan to his feet after that collision. Daniel Knight: Accumulative damage Alecia. Brennan has taken some serious punishment so far. Brennan too stirs and they both make it to their feet to begin slugging it out centre ring. Back and forth shots are traded as neither man seems to be able to gain an advantage. Crowe strikes and Brennan falls backward into the ropes but springs back with a running boot that only catches Crowe in the chest. It’s enough to throw the big man off his game though as he too falls back toward the ropes. He springs back in similar fashion but Brennan ducks the kick and before Crowe has dropped his raised foot back to the mat Brennan stamps on the ankle of the planted one.Alecia Matthews: Oh my God did you hear that?! Crowe takes a knee, not that he has much choice in the matter, and Brennan hits the ropes yet again and clobbers the back of Crowe’s head with a sit out lariat. Crowe is down and Brennan covers.… 1 …
… 2 …Crow kicks out but Brennan stays on him with a series of driving knees to the ribs. Brennan then lifts Crowe to his feet and gets him up for a suplex.Daniel Knight: He’s got the big man up! The strength that must take! Brennan holds him aloft for a good 5 seconds before dropping him forwards, gut first across the ropes. Crowe bounces on them but remains hung up as Brennan hits the ropes and drives a running knee to the side of his prone opponent’s head. Crowe is spun onto the apron where he holds the top rope but leans away from the ring clutching his abdomen. Brennan steps through the ropes and joins Crowe on the apron.Alecia Matthews: Why won’t they stay away from that part of the ring? Daniel Knight: Have you seen these two? Crowe, still leaning over, tries to push Brennan away but Brennan hits a big forearm across his neck, then another, before stepping over the bent double Crowe, placing his neck between his legs.Daniel Knight: Oh man, what’s Brennan thinking here? Brennan heaves and gets Crowe up for a piledriver, but not all the way. Crowe manages to return to his feet and Brennan tries again. No luck. Crowe back on his feet and he stands up with Brennan on his shoulders. Crowe is strained in the face and the blood surges to his head as he lifts, rearranges Brennan and then jumps down!Alecia Matthews: Air raid crash onto the apron! Daniel Knight: Good God! That might have broken David Brennan’s back! Alecia Matthews: Whatever the result this is the best chance Crowe’s had so far to put away the challenger. Crowe wobbles up to his feet and hauls Brennan into the ring under the bottom rope. He follows in and looks for the victory pin!… 1 …
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…Daniel Knight: No! Brennan kicks out! Alecia Matthews: I don’t know how but David Brennan is still in this thing. For how long though? Crowe is up and signalling for the end as he drags Brennan to his feet. Brennan slumps back down to his knees and Crowe has to really force him to stand at this point. Crowe now slips his right arm around the neck of Brennan and Brennan is all but finished.Alecia Matthews: He’s got it! The Motor City Blackout is locked in tight! Daniel Knight: Brennan needs the ropes and fast! There’s no way he’s slipping out of a hold that damn strong. Brennan seems to have been woken up by the sudden threat of defeat and his eyes bulge as he scrambles for the ropes but Crowe just keeps pulling him back. Crowe pulls to the centre of the ring for a third time and Brennan pushes backward as well sending them close enough to the ropes for a wandering hand to reach and snatch it. The referee begins the count but Lucas refuses to break and instead opts to wrench Brennan again to the centre of the ring. Brennan manages to manoeuvre until he has both hands wrapped around the top rope but Crowe is looking to pop his head right off. The referee is at 4 and Brennan now releases his grip. The two fall backward as half of the tug of war is suddenly nullified. They fall to the canvas, the hold still applied, and Brennan rolls over Crowe’s head, pinning the champ’s shoulders to the mat!… 1 …
… 2 … Crowe realises what’s going on and kicks out before hurriedly getting up and looking for his opponent. Brennan is in the opposite corner, nursing his crushed trachea and Crowe sees his opportunity. He runs across at Brennan but Brennan side steps leaving Crowe to run chest first into the turnbuckle pads. As Crowe bounces off Brennan grabs the ropes and uses them to supplement a step up enziguri to the rear of the champ’s head. Crowe slumps forward into the corner and Brennan uses a backdrop lift to hoist the big man up, to sit on the top turnbuckle!Daniel Knight: David Brennan’s strength tonight has been unreal. He hasn’t been throwing Crowe around by any means, but unlike most he’s lifting him with relative ease! Alecia Matthews: It looks like he wants to bring him back down with ease now. David climbs to the second rope himself and tries to heave Crowe into the air but Crowe is holding the ropes. Brennan hits a couple of hard right hooks to the ribs of Crowe and Crowe releases his grip. Brennan tries again but this time Crowe pushes him back down into the ring. Never losing his footing Brennan is right back up to the second rope and begins a barrage of hooks to those ribs and kidneys and Crowe starts to crumple forward from the pressure. Brennan now tries one more time! Up he goes and down into the ring with a huge back drop driver!Daniel Knight: That’s all she wrote! Alecia Matthews: Right onto his neck and shoulder! Both men are down and it takes a few seconds before David can drag himself over to the fallen champ and sling an arm across him.… 1 …
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… 8 …Brennan’s up and once again Crowe sits up right, breathing deeply as he rallies one more push!Daniel Knight: These two men refuse to go down and it’s a battle befitting of a championship with so much prestige attached to it. It’s a belt held by every man warming up for the Elimination Chamber main event. This means everything to them! Both men stagger to centre ring and begin a final wave of strikes that hit like wrecking balls. Back and forth they go until Crowe begins to gain the advantage. A right, then another right and then a rolling elbow that rings throughout the stadium. Crowe sees the end and grabs Brennan in an inverted full nelson.Alecia Matthews: This is it! Crowe’s Nest! Daniel Knight: But no Brennan slips out and behind the champion! Crowe turns into a boot to the gut and Brennan gets the underhooks. He roars and hoists Lucas Crowe into the air, flipping him as best he can, his head barely scraping the ground as Brennan sits out!Daniel Knight: Charles River Plunge! He holds for the cover!… 1 …
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… 3!Daniel Knight: Brennan does it! *DING DING*Christa Adina: Ladies and gentlemen, your winner, and NEW WFWF International Champion...David Brennan! Almost as instantly as he'd been declared the winner, Brennan rolls out of the ring, skipping the fanfare of having his hand raised in victory, quickly making his way to the timekeeper's section at ringside, and meeting the ring hand halfway there who'd risen to deliver the belt to the ring. Snatching the belt from his hands, Brennan circles around the back side of the ring, scowling at the crowd as he passes. Alecia Matthews: He's finally done it! After five years as a household name in the WFWF, David Brennan has captured a championship of his own! Daniel Knight: With little celebration, to boot. Perhaps he's trying to make an exit before this one can be snatched away from him as well? Daniel's words seem to hold at least some weight as Brennan corners the last side of the ring, and without so much as a glance back at the fallen, former champion, swiftly begins making his way up the ramp, his new belt clutched in his right hand as it drags alongside him.Alecia Matthews: Perhaps he can spare a moment for his agent, who looks to be waiting to congratulate him, along with...who's this? Brennan's stride slows to a drag as he spots his agent, Chris Meyer, stepping out from behind the curtain, gesturing with his hand to invite a young woman to follow.Daniel Knight: We've seen her before! That's the girl who hopped the barrier to confront Brennan following his match against Dex just a few weeks back! Alecia Matthews: Well, what's she doing here?! With Chris Avalon, no less?! Brennan freezes atop the ramp as the young woman steps into full view - short, petite, looking cautiously eager as she drags a strand of her long, dirty blonde hair out of her eyes. Beside her, Chris Meyer smiles narrowly and optimistically, his glance bouncing between the young woman beside him and Brennan, who's scowl has been replaced with a look of taken aback shock, though perhaps not as horrified as his first encounter with the young woman before him.Alecia Matthews: If one can recall, this girl's appearance several weeks arguably back set in motion a bizarre turn of events that led us to this very moment tonight. What is Meyer's game, bringing her back here tonight? Brennan remains fixated on the two who have come to greet him atop the stage. After several moments and not a word between the three of them, he slings the International Championship across his shoulder, stepping forward to continue his path toward the back. Pausing once more where Meyer's shoulders meet the girl's, his scowl returns as he sizes them up, waiting for them to part and let him through, which they do after a moment's thought. Looking back, Brennan catches their glance, and with a curt snap of his head, gestures for them to follow him back. Trailing the new champion, Meyer clears the way for the young woman to pass first, before bringing up the rear himself as all three disappear out of sight.Alecia Matthews: Folks, David Brennan has done the unthinkable and laid waste to the championship reign of Lucas Crowe, and perhaps, his own personal stigmas, but it seems that he is not free from burden this evening even still. Daniel Knight: Well, only once penance is served can absolution begin to be expected Alecia. Brennan proved some voices wrong tonight, but I'd wager he's got a long road ahead of him in securing his place in the minds of the public.
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Post by Drakz on Nov 25, 2016 2:41:49 GMT -5
Some generic rock music hits, Lila Sleater making her way from the back to the stage. The crowd is starting to lose it. They know what’s next.
Lila Sleater: Ladies and gentlemen, I want to thank you for what has been by far the GREATEST SuperBrawl in HISTORY! We wouldn’t have been able to put on such a spectacle without you! All of you! But…there is one more match left. Last, but certainly not least. Monkeys in the booth!
The fans are popping.
Lila Sleater: DROP THE CHAMBER!
Lila exits stage right as every strobe this side of California flashes off and on, all seemingly focused on one demonic structure. As the Elimination Chamber rests on its braces, the refs on the outside add some structural support, a set of stairs to the door, and Hell’s door has been opened. Take it away, Christa!
Christa Adina: THE FOLLOWING CONTEST IS AN ELIMINATION CHAMBER MATCH! AND IT IS FOR THE WFWF CHAMPIONSHIP!
The arena lights start shutting down one by one like stars dying out in space. The crowd gets antsy and then the familiar sounds of static and a piano starts to echo throughout the arena. The fans start to sing and hum along to Miseria Cantare. Fog starts to bellow from the stage and the lights slowly start coming back one by one going to the beat of the music. The crowd is getting into it with each verse of the song and beat of the drums.
Christa Adina: Making his way to the ring from Flint, Michigan, THIS IS YUUUUUUKIO BLAAAAAAAAAZE!
The song abruptly stops and the crowd stars a "YUKIO, YUKIO, YUKIO" chant then after about 30 seconds My Hero by Foo Fighters starts to blast across the speakers, a spotlight shines in the crowd and there is Yukio Blaze among the WFWF Audience. He is hi-fiving and having fun with the crowd as he walks slowly through the crowd towards the ring. He soaks up every emotion with every step as he knows this WILL BE the last time he will be doing thing. He finally gets to the arena floor and takes his time actually getting into the ring. He finally enters, goes to the center of the ring and delivers a knee as he points as he moves his arm at the crowd, showing them that this is for them. Yukio enters his pod, getting locked in, pulling on the chain for good measure.
As the opening notes of "Heist" by Lindsey Stirling begin to play, the arena lights dim, and the stage and ramp are illuminated with a mixture of blue and purple lights. The crowd gives a mixed reaction, though slightly more positive than negative, as Cameron Stone steps out onto the stage, wearing full length purple tights with his logo and name on them in blue, along with blue elbow pads and purple tape on his hands to match the lighting.
Christa Adina: From Calgary, Alberta, Canada...this is CAMEEEEEROOOOOOOOON STOOOOOOOOOOOOONE!
Stopping on the stage, Cameron raises his right arm, fist in the air, as a shower of blue sparks envelopes him. The sparks stop after a few moments, but Cameron doesn't move. Instead, he moves his right arm down to the side, and waits. A woman, with long brunette hair steps out through the curtain onto the stage, and walks over to Cameron, taking his arm in hers. It's Stone's wife Christy. The two share a kiss and begin walking down the ramp together, Stone using his left hand to high five any fans that want to. Down near the end of the ramp, a seat in the front row just behind the crowd barricade has a "Reserved" sign on it. Stone kisses his wife one more time, and then picks her up, and sets her down in the crowd where she takes her seat and begins to cheer on her husband. Cameron steps up to the chamber entrance, and gazes upward, looking the structure over. Then, he steps inside the elimination chamber for the second time in his career, a look of intense focus and concentration on his face. Walking through the chamber, Cameron stops just short of his pod, and grabs the chain of the structure in his right hand. Stone gives a smile, and lets the chain slip from his fingers as he steps into his pod, allowing himself to be locked inside. Once inside, Stone begins some basic stretches to keep himself ready to go as he awaits the rest of the competitors.
The lights around the Rose Bowl go out. They slowly rise to a red hue as the soft piano plays in the background. The piano ends and the lights return to black.
Yo left, yo left, yo left right left
'Cause sometimes you feel tired, feel weak, and when you feel weak, you feel like you wanna just give up.
Cut back to the backstage area where we see Josh Dean walking toward the arena, bouncing on his toes while loosening his arms up.
But you gotta search within you, you gotta find that inner strength and just pull that sh*t out of you and get that motivation to not give up and not be a quitter, no matter how bad you wanna just fall flat on your face and collapse.
The Architect drops his head and says a quick prayer. He raises his head and motions for the camera to come closer.
Josh Dean: You ready?
The heavy clap rhythm begins as he steps out into the entrance of the crowd, and you know what comes next.
Till I collapse I'm spilling these raps long as you feel em Till the day that I drop you'll never say that I'm not killing them Cause when I am not then I am stop pinning them And I am not hip-hop and I'm just not Eminem.
Crowd: LET'S GET IT!
Josh slaps hands with a few people in the back row before winking at the camera.
Josh Dean: You heard 'em.
Diamond shaped hand gesture. Check. Double guns hand gesture. Check. Josh explodes into his trademark spread arm pose and the top of the stadium erupts with fireworks. Josh throws a punch toward the camera and begins his descent through the crowd toward the ring.
Alecia Matthews: Daniel, we said it at the beginning of our show tonight that this main event might be the most important in company history. I think we owe a lot of it to the former World Heavyweight Champion.
Daniel Knight: As time has passed, I've actually subscribed to Drakz's theory on the situation. How can a man consider himself a champion if he couldn't even make it out of the building with the title?
Alecia Matthews: Please tell me you're joking.
Subliminal thoughts when I'm stop sending them women are caught in webs spin and hauk venom Adrenaline shots of penicillin could not get the illing to stop. Amoxacilin is just not real enough.
Christa Adina: And making his way to the ring from Atlanta, Georgia...THIS IS JOOOOOOOOSH DEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAN!
Josh reaches the arena before turning toward the crowd. Off comes the toboggan and hoodie. They go whizzing into the crowd as he loosens up his neck.
Daniel Knight: "Built For War"... I guess we'll see about that.
Alecia Matthews: What Daniel is alluding to is Josh Dean's new shirt that he's chosen to wait and debut tonight. Could be a insight into his mindset going in.
You hear it a lot, lyrics the shock is it a miracle or am I just a product of pop fizzing up. For shizzle my whizzle this is the plot listen up you bizzles forgot slizzle does not give a f*ck.
Josh dive rolls over the barricade, staring at the ominous structure as he grins. He slowly steps into the chamber, walking among the steel grates before climbing into the ring. He throws his hands up in the diamond shape before bringing them down into the double guns. He explodes into his trademark spread arm pose.
Alecia Matthews: Many have questioned his focus, but I'd say Josh looks to be in good place mentally heading in. Curious how he works with Drakz, if it comes to it.
Till the roof comes off, till the lights go out Till my legs give out, can't shut my mouth. Till the smoke clears out - am I high? Perhaps I'ma rip this sh*t till my bone collapse. Till the roof comes off, till the lights go out Till my legs give out, can't shut my mouth. Till the smoke clears out and my high burn out I'ma rip this sh*t till my bone collapse.
As the music fades, Josh methodically walks into his pod.
The lights go dark across the Rose Bowl. A single crimson spotlight illuminates the side of the stage, where American two-piece band Sleigh Bells stand. Derek Edward Miller begins to play an ominous guitar solo, the music echoing out across the sound system. A second spotlight lights up the rest of the stage as a pale horse rides out onto the stage, dragging a black war-chariot behind him. Atop the chariot stands Trace Demon wearing a crown of bones. A black and red robe flows behind him and he holds a longsword in his hand.
The pale horse rides sideways and Trace Demon steps off of the chariot, stepping out onto the centre of the stage. He slams the sword down into the stage and two beautiful women step out of the darkness at his command. One removes the robe and sword, the other the crown of bones. A third steps out from behind him and drapes his signature red leather jacket over his shoulders. The three women vanish into the darkness, and Trace Demon lowers his head. He lifts a single hand, his fingers shaped like a gun pointed at the ring. Slowly he brings the gun up, pulling the trigger. An impressive crimson pyrotechnics display erupts all around the King of Demons before plunging the arena into total darkness as it ends.
Christa Adina: And from Toronto, Ontario Canada....HE IS TRAAAAAAAAAAAAACE DEEEEEEEEEEEMOOOOOOOOOOON!
The voice of Sleigh Bells lead singer Alexis Krause roars out through the arena.
Alexis Krause: Welcome… your ruler, the King of Demons himself… Trace… Demon!
And then the opening guitar rift for “Demons” begins to play and the arena bursts into light. Trace Demon stands with his arms spread wide, surrounded by beautiful women left and right. He grins from ear to ear as the women dance seductively around him. As Alexis Krause begins to sing the opening verse Trace pushes past the women, making his way down to the ring with the kind of swagger that you wish you had. He marches towards the ring, ignoring the boos that are only drowned out by Krause’s vocals.
Alecia Matthews: Trace Demon is well and truly in the building.
Daniel Knight: Say what you want about him, but the guy sure knows how to make an entrance.
Trace reaches the bottom of the ramp, looks up at the chamber with a perverse kind of glee. He turns his back to it, looking out at the fans for one more moment. He throws his hands up like guns once more, but then simply decides to flip the fans off, making sure everyone sees exactly what he thinks of them. The boos only get louder, and Trace Demon only laughs as he removes his jacket, handing it to one of the officials. Trace runs his hand along the steel as he enters the chamber and heads across to his pod as the song comes to a close.
”THE FEAR OF FALLING APART.”
All is black sans the stage. As the song starts up, smoke fills the stage, with Satanic symbols flashing off and on the screen. As the beat changes, “Emperor’s New Clothes” by Panic! At the Disco! hits the PA system, Samael Ahriman rising up from the smoke on his knees, seemingly praying. He pops up to his feet and throws his hands up in the air, crimson fireworks pop off of the stage, tunatron, above the ring, off of the Elimination Chamber, you name it.
Christa Adina: Making his way to the ring, from Ira, Vermont, he is one half of the WFWF Tag Team Champions…HE IS SAAAAAAMAAAAAAAAEEEEELLLLLLL AHHHHRRRRRRRRRIIIIIIMAAAAAAAAN!
Ahriman begins walking down to the ring, slapping his championship and hands with a few fans.
Alecia Matthews: Here’s my pick.
Daniel Knight: You’re picking someone who’s starting the match? Plebe.
Alecia Matthews: Are you not picking Drakz?
Daniel Knight: I plead the fifth.
Sam undoes Sakabato from his side, rolling it under the structure. He undoes his belt, kissing it goodbye for one final time as he hands it to the official holding the door open for him. He ascends the steps and runs his hands down on the grated steel, bringing his left hand up from the touch and flipping Trace Demon off in his pod as he wipes his feet and enters the ring through the middle rope, awaiting his fellow match starter. The man.
A hush falls over the crowd and Ahriman paces back and forth in the ring as the other competitors stand in their respective pods. Eventually the lights drop and the crowd pops, and then boos once they realise who’s coming next. The distortion they all know screams out of the huge Rose Bowl PA to a deafening level. The entire stage flickers like a strobe as do the array of arena mounted lights dotted throughout the crowd but then as quickly as it all started it stops dead. A single spotlight falls onto the stage and a murmur waves across the crowd as they wonder what’s going on.
Finally “MK7” kicks into gear and onto the stage and into the spotlight, a quadriga lead by four horses rolls into sight with the WFWF World Heavyweight Champion standing in the chariot, wearing a lion’s pelt on his head, his left arm in the air as his right grips the reins. The horses pull his carriage to centre stage and Drakz steps out, his eyes alight as over 100,000 people heckle and jeer at him.
Alecia Matthews: I think it’s fair to say Drakz is overcompensating here? No?
Daniel Knight: Not at all! He’s the Emperor. He’s the “God” Slayer. This is just another day at the office! What's more he doesn't need to hide his deep seated feelings of self loathing with a harem of escorts.
Alecia Matthews: You're right, Drakz's is entrance is way cooler than Traces. Funny that they both rode in on chariots.
Daniel Knight: It's almost as though there was a lack of communication between the two and both, being the egomaniacs that they are, chose the same camp ass thing.
Drakz walks from one side of the huge stage to the other, the championship belt around his waist. He slaps the face of the title as he takes centre stage and looks down at his feet. He runs his hands down his face and then as always flicks them out to his sides triggering the usual spray of silver pyro behind him only this time it fans out the entire length of the stage to his right and left. During the explosive show he pulls the lion skin from his head, turns it to face him and plants a kiss on its muzzle.
Christa Adina: And finally, from Leeds, England by way of Chicago, Illinois, weighing in tonight at 230lbs, he is your reigning, defending, WFWF Heavyweight Champion of the Woooooorld, The Streak Destroyer Destroyer Destroyer, the only true living descendant of Genghis Khan, The Artist Formerly Known As THE GOOD GUY, Draaaaaaaakz!
Alecia Matthews: Drakz carrying a little more weight than usual. Maybe he’s actually given enough of a f*ck to train for this match and added some muscle mass?
Daniel Knight: Adonis!
Drakz swaggers down the remaining ramp before handing the pelt to an official and entering the open door, into the chamber. He climbs the far turnbuckle and then further up on to Josh Dean’s chamber before pulling the belt from around his waist and raising it above his head with one hand. He mouths a whole lot of smack out at the baying audience before slipping back off of the chamber, locking eyes with Dean. He holds the belt aloft again and talks at Dean before walking to the centre of the ring and posing with the belt. The music fades and Drakz, with his back to Josh, addresses the rest of the chamber combatants.
Drakz: And the same goes for the rest of you. This title doesn’t leave Daddy tonight!
Ahriman keeps his cool across the ring, the only man who can physically get his hands on Drakz right now. The referee comes and takes the World Heavyweight Championship from Drakz before showing it to Ahriman, the rest of the chamber bound challengers and then overhead to the crowd.
The ref calls for the bell.
DING DING DING!
Alecia Matthews: Ladies and gentlemen! And here…
Daniel Knight: We…
Alecia Matthews: GO!
Drakz and Sam open up the contest, staring each other down in the center of the ring. Three of the four pod members are pounding on their pods like hockey players do with sticks during a fight, Trace remaining leaned against the chain of his Chamber. The fans are egging on Stone, Blaze and Dean as Drakz and Sam begin jawing at the other, lots of words that would not work on CCTV are free to be heard here on the biggest PPV in history. Sam and Drakz go forehead to forehead, Drakz ending the jawing with a stiff cheap right that Sam easily counters with a block, deflecting Drakz’ arm back. Sam returns the favor with a shot of his own, also blocked by Drakz, deflected away. This causes a tie up, and we are truly underway. Drakz gets the early advantage, turning the collar and elbow tie-up into a headlock, easily reversed by Sam into a back key lock that Drakz elbows out of, Sam shoving Drakz away to break it all up. Sam charges in, Drakz catching him unaware, and attempts a leg hook reverse STO, Sam fighting out of it and getting Drakz into position for the same move, the WFWF Champion allowing himself to be flung forward and spinning out before Ahriman drives him to the mat. He points at Ahriman and laughs, applauding the effort.
Alecia Matthews: Drakz is a cocky bastard. F*ck all.
Daniel Knight: Well what do you expect from the man who has been champ for almost two years to the day now? He’s simply better than everyone else, but he’s giving Sam credit where it’s due. That wouldn’t have ended well for Drakz, had Drakz let him hit the move.
Alecia Matthews: Let him? Like Drakz had a say. He just got out in time.
Daniel Knight: Believe what you want, girlie. We both know Drakz, and he’s on a level of his own.
Drakz asks for a test of strength now, Sam shoving the champ in his chest. Drakz, ever persistent, tries again. Sam begrudgingly bites on the challenge, connecting his left hand. He goes to connect with the right when Drakz breaks away, kneeing Sam in the gut and pulling him down by his right arm into an armbar. Drakz, in a fever, straddles Sam’s right arm and is trying to undo the brace Sam uses to protect his wounded hand. Yukio is pounding on the pod in Drakz’ face, knowing full well in his history what it’s like to wrestle with an impairment, and people trying to exploit it. Anyone else remember when Yukio broke his orbital bone and wrestled in a protective eye patch mask? No? Well I do. Droppin’ some knowledge yo. In a panic, Sam is desperate to free himself from the armbar. Drakz has the ligatures undone and is working on the leather straps but because of Sam’s squirming he cannot do much about the tight knots. Frustrated, Drakz drives Sam’s arm into the mat over and over again, releasing the armbar but stomping on Sam’s hand on his way up. The champ pulls Sam to the ropes, ties Ahriman’s elbow in with the middle rope and extends a boot to add significant pressure to the push and pull maneuver he is currently executing. Sam yells out, clearly in excruciating pain. Over and over, Drakz yanks on that arm, occasionally letting his boot leave the rope to give Sam a stiff kick to the underarm. Every time, however, he returns his boot to the rope.
Alecia Matthews: Come the f*ck on. This isn’t even part of the Elimination Chamber.
Daniel Knight: But the ring is part of the overall match, it’s all fair.
Alecia Matthews: That’s not the point. Drakz wants to make people suffer, I get that. But is it too hard to not be a f*cking scumbag in the process?
Daniel Knight: Aren’t you the one who used to always warn me against talking bad on Demon and Drakz for fear of the personal outcome?
Alecia Matthews: Depending on the outcome I am not even sure if I want to stay in a company like this. A madman running the show and his attack dog as the champion, it’s disgusting how rabid Drakz is right now. And he’s taking all of his frustration out on Sam.
Daniel Knight: Well, to be fair, there’s no one else in the ring…
Alecia Matthews: Like Drakz would care. He’s got a bone to break with Sam. Trace knew exactly what he was doing when he set these two up to be the opening competitors. Someone was going to be absolutely broken before he entered, and that’s after everyone else too. I had hoped Sam would at least be able to fare like he did at Black Hole Sun, but Drakz doesn’t allow mistakes to be made twice. Losing to Sam at Horizon was bad enough.
At risk of popping his own shoulder, Sam contorts his body to allow his left arm to swing literally anywhere on Drakz. He does catch Drakz in the back of the knee, forcing him to break the hold and take a step back. Sam gets his arm out of the ropes and curls up in the fetal position, grasping at his arm. Drakz does a little hop, testing his knee and getting his knees to his chest as he makes a line for Sam. As he is running, approaching the ropes, Sam reverts out and catches Drakz in a drop toe hold! Drakz comes crashing down, tripping into the second rope, his head bobbling. Sam, still grabbing at his arm, runs the opposite rope and extends his wingspan, catching the top and middle rope where Drakz is slumped at; spinning through the ropes and kicking Drakz square in the face with a spinning tiger feint kick, the champ flying backwards and hitting the mat.
Alecia Matthews: TIGER FEINT KICK! SHADES OF HIS PROTÉGÉ TREVOR WOLF! Student taught the master a new trick in his return to the land of the living tonight, knocking off O’Deeves earlier this evening.
Daniel Knight: Big whoop. Drakz has taken worse hits…uh oh.
Alecia Matthews: Worried now?
Samael has capitalized on the opportunity, ascending the turnbuckle nearest Trace Demon’s pod. He stands, facing Demon, giving the owner of WFWF a lovely crotch chop before turning around and leaping off for the Phoenix Splash! Drakz is CRUSHED. The Chamber counter starts at five. Cover!
… 1 …
… 2 …
… The arena goes pitch black at the fan count of three as the pod lights start flashing thanks to the strobe lights above the four contained wrestlers. Music plays, indicating a selection. Demon’s light goes out. Cameron Stone’s light goes out. Yukio Blaze’s light goes out. Dean is the entrant! The lights come back on and Dean exits his pod to see Samael laying on his back, raising his arm while Drakz is still conked out.
Alecia Matthews: DRAKZ HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!
Daniel Knight: F*CKING BULL.
Dean enters the ring and talks with the ref. The ref raises his arms in the air, pointing at the light fixtures above Dean’s pod. Dean runs his hands through his hair and starts screaming at the ref ‘WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU DON’T KNOW IF HE WAS ELIMINATED?’ The ref gets in Dean’s face, pointing to the WFWF logo on his shirt, and the ref leaves the ring and goes to the side of the chamber where Christa is sitting, calling her over. He says something to WFWF’s resident ring announcer, causing Dean to become incensed.
Christa Adina: The referee was unable to determine the three count due to the crowd and the loss of the lighting…
The crowd is booing…loudly.
Christa Adina: …therefore he cannot give an elimination credit to Samael Ahriman. Drakz will remain in the match!
The booing is even louder.
Daniel Knight: YES!
Alecia Matthews: F*CKING BULL.
The cameraman pans to the pods, Yukio crouching, holding his head; Stone shaking his head in disbelief and Demon is showing what might be a hint of a smile out of the corner of his lips. In the ring, Dean leans himself against the turnbuckle, almost mimicking the reaction of Stone.
Alecia Matthews: If I didn’t just see it, I wouldn’t believe it. Drakz found another way to stay alive. And if I didn’t know any better, by that smile, I’d say Demon planned something like this just in case.
Daniel Knight: Demon rigging his world title match to keep Drakz in? Are you kidding me? How stupid are you?
Alecia Matthews: Like anything is beneath his plans.
Sam is beginning to really come to, on his hands and knees, using the ropes to pull himself to his feet. Dean walks over to Drakz, picking up the lump of dead Brit, slapping him awake. Drakz and Dean stare down Sam in the opposite corner. Sam asks the ref what happened with the elimination, why Drakz is still in the match. He gives his explanation and is completely gutted with the response. He cracks his neck and raises a duke, knowing what’s coming. Dean and Drakz make their way to the wounded duck. Drakz tosses a hard clothesline Sam’s way, Sam ducking under, falling forward to his hand and using it as leverage to deliver a hard mule kick to the back of the champion, causing him to hit the corner hard and clutch at his chest. Dean tries to get Sam in a headlock, but Sam ducks under and goes to his hand again, spinning like a top and catching Dean off guard with a vicious kick to the face. Sam drops to his shoulder and spins back up to his feet.
Daniel Knight: Did Sam really just…break dance…his way into two different moves?
Alecia Matthews: That’s Capoeira!
Daniel Knight: Capicola?
Alecia Matthews: Capoeira. Brazilian martial arts. Dean isn’t the only martial arts fighter in this fight.
Daniel Knight: But that sh*t’s unfair. How do you fight off someone who can use his arms as legs and his legs as arms?
Alecia Matthews: Remember – he’s on one arm after what Drakz did early on. Don’t think I like Sam playing all of his cards so early on, the Elimination Chamber is all about endurance. He’s pulled out Wolf’s moveset and shown that he knows Capoeira, which won’t catch Dean so easily next time. And Stone, Yukio and especially Demon have ample time to analyze and strategize. That’s the thing about these ma…INCOMING!
Ahriman has since dumped Drakz and Dean out of the ring, and the cause of Matthew’s reaction is Sam running the ropes and springboarding off the top rope for air, taking Dean and Drakz down again, this time to the cold, hard, unforgiving steel. Sam pops up, raving and celebrating, making more obscene gestures towards Demon. Demon finally ends his stoic attitude, engaging Sam. Ahriman is getting himself red in the face, Demon making small comments here and there. Sam pounds on Demon’s pod, calling him a coward. Trace raises his hands, giving up, crossing his arms and just falling into the corner of his pod, leaning against the side again with a smile on his face. Sam cocks his head but is caught off guard by Drakz, hoisting Sam from behind onto his shoulders. Sam slaps the top of Drakz’ head as the champ turns around, Dean getting incredible air from the corner, Drakz and Dean successfully administering the Doomsday Device on Ahriman, who backflips off of Drakz’ shoulders and hits the grated steel below very, very hard. So hard, a small dent is made. This catches Demon’s attention from his pod slightly, the camera picking up on it but not Dean or Drakz. Drakz kicks Sam in the ribs a couple of times, eventually rolling him under the bottom rope and into the ring. Dean is recovering from the long fall he took, so Drakz knows it’s all him. He grasps the top rope, flinging himself up and over with a summersault bomb onto Sam. Cover!
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… 2 …
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Sam kicks out at two! Drakz flips Sam onto his stomach, getting him in the Gator Roll position and performing such move, leaving the odd headlock on Sam.
Alecia Matthews: It’s alarming that Dean and Drakz are working so cohesively given the fact that Drakz has made Dean’s life miserable for over a year now.
Daniel Knight: They’re a tag team, whether Dean likes it or not. Or, they were. Some things don’t die so easy, like loyalty.
Alecia Matthews: That’s hardly loyalty. Sam just hit first, and eventually it’s going to come down to every man for themselves. I wouldn’t be surprised if Stone and Demon at some point pair up or something. But still, finally someone made effective use of the chamber.
Daniel Knight: **chuckling** Ask Sam how he feels about that effective usage.
Alecia Matthews: I hope you choke on your Red Bull.
Drakz mounts Sam, delivering a flurry of fists to The Ronin, directing each strike to the right side of his face. Drakz rakes at Sam’s eyes, Dean yelling from the outside for Drakz to move. Drakz rolls backwards and Dean catapults over the top rope, driving his legs into the face of Ahriman. Dean picks Ahriman off of the mat and tosses him into the corner, Drakz joining Dean stomping a mudhole. The WFWF Champion runs to the opposite corner, running off of the turnbuckle and leaving his feet; he drives them right into Ahriman’s face. Dean whirls his hand in the air and performs the same move, except he drives his knees into the head of Sam. Dean then grabs at Sam’s legs, deadlifting him into powerbomb position. The end result is a bucklebomb, Ahriman falling limp onto the top rope. Drakz leapfrogs Sam, hitting a variation of the Stun Gun on Sam. Landing on his feet on the outside, Drakz uses his incredible athleticism to leap from the steel to the corner, and from the corner into Sam’s face using a flying pump kick, Dean taking Sam out at the knee as Drakz connects.
Out go the lights, Drakz audibly cussing over the fans with the countdown.
… 5 …
… 4 …
… 3 …
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The lights above the chambers illuminate, flashing in a panic attack. The light above Dean’s old pod cuts out immediately. Then Trace Demon’s light. Then Cameron Stone’s. The single beam is over Yukio, the next entrant.
Daniel Knight: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO.
Alecia Matthews: Don’t worry, love! Calvary’s here!
Blaze is fighting with the ref, trying to get his pod opened. He yanks the chain out of the ref’s hands, pulling his own pod open and running into the ring. Yukio drops Dean with a hard clothesline. Then Drakz. Both are up, they each get a single clothesline again. Both up once more? This time, Yukio puts them both down with a double running lariat! He runs the ropes, dropping a knee to Drakz’ face and his elbows to Dean’s. Blaze rises, spreading his arms out to the side, screaming and the fans chant out his name! Blaze goes over to Sam, picking him up and leaning him into the corner. With the lights on, the last move from Dean and Drakz’ assault are evidently effective; Sam is busted open, blood covering Sam’s face and pouring onto Yukio’s tape. Blaze tries slapping at Sam’s face to get him aware of his surroundings. Sam’s completely out of it. No f*cking clue where he is. Blaze turns his attention to the other two men in the ring, twisting his wrists as Drakz starts to rise first.
Daniel Knight: Why didn’t Yukio take advantage? Sam’s dead in the water.
Alecia Matthews: Yukio has something called integrity, Daniel. Google it. Good trait.
Daniel Knight: Terrible trait to have in an every man for himself match.
Alecia Matthews: Perfect trait to have, actually. It’s fair to assume Drakz will work with Demon, Dean will work with Stone, and clearly Drakz and Dean haven’t completely fallen out of their awkward bedfellows relationship yet so that leaves him and Sam odd men out. Very smart by Blaze. He’ll stick with Sam till one of them is gone.
Daniel Knight: But will Sam honor that?
Alecia Matthews: The only downside to working with a pet snake, occasionally they will bite.
Yukio gives Drakz a hard right to the face, his hair flying into his face with the shot. Blaze delivers another stiff shot, the force driving the champ into the corner. Blaze is shouting at Drakz, asking him why he would turn into such a f*ck. Yukio keeps delivering shot after shot to Drakz after each question. Yukio gets no answer so he puts the champ on the top rope. The mat is moving, Blaze with the wherewithal to hop over the top rope causing the WFWF’s savior who was trying to quietly obliterate Blaze to go shoulder first into the turnbuckle. He rests there as Blaze hops back over the top rope, pointing at Sam. Sam gives him a thumbs up, ascending his corner. Blaze jumps, his knees catching his chest and charges the corner with Drakz and Dean, Blaze using Dean as a stepping stool to the top rope; Blaze catches Drakz and backflips off of the top rope!
Alecia Matthews: THE BILLY BAROO!
Daniel Knight: What a f*cking terrible finisher name….oh no…
Alecia Matthews: CLEARED FOR LIFTOFF!
After landing the Spanish Fly, Yukio rolls out of the way and allows Sam to leap off of the top rope and crash land on Drakz with another Phoenix Splash! Cover!
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DRAKZ KICKS OUT! Ahriman rolls off of Drakz, soaking the mat with his bloodied face. Yukio unleashes the Surrender Cobra, disbelief that the champ just survived one of the most devastating combos anyone can execute in the Elimination Chamber.
Alecia Matthews: But…how…how did he…
Daniel Knight: THREE. THREE F*CKING FINISHERS AND DRAKZ IS STILL ALIVE.
The crowd is booing Drakz, chanting Sam’s and Yukio’s names to will them on. Sam pulls himself to his knees, looking at Yukio. He holds up a three with his left hand hoping he was dreaming. Yukio throws up a two and shakes his head. Yukio walks over to Sam, helping the Ronin to his feet before he gets shoved out of the way. Dean comes from out of nowhere and aims a superkick Yukio’s direction but Blaze gets shoved out of the way and Sam eats Dean’s boot. He falls limp. Dean gives an apathetic look at the down Sam and covers him.
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… 2 …
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The pinfall is broken up by Yukio!
Daniel Knight: What the hell, man?!
Alecia Matthews: Blaze is returning the favor.
Blaze picks Dean up and delivers a few chops to the chest, for some reason a WOOOOOOOOOOO breaking out in the fans. No one has ever done that in the WFWF. Hrm. Anyways, Dean eventually blocks away one of the chops and gives Yukio a chop of his own. And another. And another. A few kicks to the trunks of Blaze are now administered causing Blaze to lean forward and grab at his legs. This gives Dean the chance to hook his arm under Yukio’s chin. The man has spring loaded knees apparently, getting serious air in a jump, flipping over Yukio’s shoulder and taking the Triple Threat Messiah to the mat with a standing sitout shiranui! Or, for those uneducated in the proper Japanese names, Salida del Sol/sitout Skywalker. Dean hooks the leg from over the head.
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Sam BARELY gets there in time to axe handle Dean in the back and break up the pin.
Daniel Knight: DOES NO ONE UNDERSTAND EVERY MAN FOR THEMSELVES?!?!
Alecia Matthews: You didn’t have a problem when Dean and Drakz had sole control for about five minutes, did you?
Daniel Knight: That’s…different.
Alecia Matthews: Hypocrite.
Sam wraps his legs around Dean’s neck, putting him in a figure four necklock. Sam bridges with his left hand, really torquing it in.
Alecia Matthews: Choking him out with a leglock. Don’t see that every day.
Daniel Knight: Unique, I’ll give…oh look. Drakz is alive. Sam…not so much.
Alecia Matthews: GET OUT OF THE HOLD SAM! NO!
Not seeing Drakz, Sam keeps the bridge. Drakz throws his hands up in the air to a chorus of boos, making the Priestly Blessing of the Jewish Kohanim hand gesture (think Live Long and Prosper, but both hands and a religious meaning), Drakz taking off from his spot and pretty much killing Samael with a ground based Yakuza Kick to Sam’s upside down face, kicking Ahriman’s neck into his back; his head into the fifth row. Drakz shouts DESTROY THE STREAK NOW YOU SATANIC heh, a chorus of boos emanating at a deafening tone.
Alecia Matthews: So kicking Sam’s head off wasn’t enough, he had to mock Phillip Schneider too. And a whole religion.
Daniel Knight: Two, actually.
Alecia Matthews: Vile.
Drakz puts a boot on Sam’s chest, raising his arms. Technically, it’s a cover.
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Drakz steps off.
Alecia Matthews: Come on, Drakz. Sam was done.
The champ pulls Sam up by his blood soaked bushido, literally the pull Drakz has on his wrap being the only thing keeping him up as he’s on his tip toes and head and arms are flopped to the back and side. I’M NOT DONE WITH YOU YET SON shouts the champ. He puts Sam’s head between his legs, hooking his arms, hoisting him up for what looks to be a sitout lifting double underhook facebuster (Angel’s Wings) but instead spreading his legs and dropping to the mat in piledriver position, spiking Sam. Drakz flips over with the Jackknife cover put uses the momentum to rise to his feet on the roll through with Sam laying draped on the champ. Drakz shouts for Dean to WAKE THE F*CK UP. Dean sees what’s about to happen, making his way to Drakz and leaps up in the air. Drakz slams Sam forward with an Alabama Slam where Dean catches Sam out of midair and lands knees first into Sam’s back with a backstabber, but Josh isn’t through as he rolls Sam through and locks in the bridging crossface! (BANK STATEMENT~!) Sam is CLEARLY unconscious at this point and could not tap if he wanted to. His arms are not even flailing to break up the hold. Blood is GUSHING out of Sam’s face as well. Drakz gets on a knee and places his hand over the front of Sam’s face, pulling away and showing off his blood soaked hand, running it over his own face, making sure a drop falls from his lips as the lights go out to his smirk.
Alecia Matthews: That sight is going to haunt…a lot of people.
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The chamber pods have a seizure procedure, Dean’s and Yukio’s going out, then Demon’s, Cameron Stone’s is the sole light in the darkness. Lights come back on and the ref releases Stone. He bounces around in his pod and enters the ring. At that exact moment, Dean releases the hold on Sam. Both Drakz and Dean are on their feet, staring at Stone. Drakz points to the mess that is Ahriman and Yukio, mouthing OUT OF YOUR LEAGUE to Stone. Drakz starts marching towards Stone, turning around to see where Dean is when he is BLASTED by Dean via superkick! Drakz turns around and is dropped by the Set In Stone!
Daniel Knight: F*CKING TRAITOR! NO!
Alecia Matthews: YES!
Cover!
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Drakz gets a shoulder up at two!
Daniel Knight: THIS MAN IS A GOD!
Alecia Matthews: I’m starting to believe you.
Dean is on his knees when Yukio comes out of no where. He runs the opposite ropes, ducks under a clothesline from Stone and leaves his feet, planting Dean head first with Hurri-spike-rana. Yukio celebrates and takes a club to the back of the head for his troubles. Stone grabs Yukio’s head, hops forward and drives Blaze face first into the mat with a bulldog. Stone walks over to Sam, pulling on a tuft of bloody hair and tossing him to the outside of the ring. Stone pulls Yukio up now, delivering a couple of European uppercuts which back the Random Hero into the ropes. Irish Whip. Northern Lights Suplex. BRIDGE! PIN!
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Yukio wraps his arms around Stone’s massive frame and pulls his shoulders off of the mat. Yukio spins Stone over to a proper position, turning it into a backslide attempt but Stone fights out, instead wrapping his arms around those of Yukio and hoisting him onto his shoulders back to back. Stone extends the arms and runs forward; driving Yukio back first into the mat with the crucifix powerbomb. Cover!
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Yukio kicks the heels of his boots into Stone’s ears like a bellclap and rolls on his shoulders out of the pin. This gives Yukio the chance to pin Cam’s shoulders to the mat unexpectedly!
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Stone powers out at two! Blaze rises to his feet and receives a Shining Wizard from Stone! Cam wraps his hands around the throat of Blaze, picks him up off of the mat and tosses him up and over the ropes; Blaze landing hard in the spot Sam landed on from the Doomsday Device earlier, Trace noticing that the grate is flat broken and loose now. Again, no one else has though. This is important. Take notes.
Dean comes at Stone and gets back body dropped with the rest of the group. Drakz comes up from behind Stone and tries a school boy roll up, but he rolls Cam too fast; the big man getting flipped to his feet. Stone goes for a low kick, Drakz hits the deck causing Stone to step over. Drakz brings his arm up, between Stone’s legs. Daniel Knight has the perfect commentary for this.
Daniel Knight: DRAKZ CAUGHT STONE IN THE STONES!
Alecia Matthews: How long did it take you to come up with that one?
Stone hits the mat, Drakz standing over him when Trace starts knocking on his pod. Drakz turns to him and smirks. Demon points up to the tunatron as the countdown starts, Drakz leaving the ring.
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The lights go out, and we have one final seizure of the light fixtures. The three empty pods have their spotlights go out, with Demon’s flashing a bright white, turning a crimson red.
Alecia Matthews: Trace Demon, king of the overly dramatic.
The lights come back on, Yukio and Dean are standing, facing Demon’s pod door. Drakz is on the other side of the pod, his face showing a look of astonishment at what he’s witnessing. Trace is pulling on his pod’s chain tie, trying to make sure the ref cannot open the door. Trace weeds the chain through to Drakz, who is pulling to keep it closed also while Yukio and Dean pull to get it open.
Alecia Matthews: FACE YOUR PUNISHMENT, COWARD.
The tug of war continues for about a minute or so, with no one side getting an advantage. The crowd gives a little pop, which grows louder and louder. Why? Cameron Stone has made his way to the outside of the ring and beckons a cameraman to pan in on him.
Cameron Stone: Watch this sh*t. HEY DRAKZ.
Drakz, keeping his hold on the chain, turns around and Stone takes off like a bat outta hell and SPEARS DRAKZ THROUGH TRACE’S CHAMBER! THE GLASS SHATTERS! DRAKZ AND TRACE ARE CUT TO BITS! GIMME A HELL YEAH! Stone’s back is f*cked up pretty bad. Yukio and Dean are both awe-struck, along with the crowd. They, however, are much more vocal.
Crowd: HOLY SH*T! HOLY SH*T! HOLY SH*T!
Daniel Knight: Who the F*CK replaced the plexiglass with ACTUAL glass?
Alecia Matthews: I’m guessing the guy who shelled out the cash for the structure. And boy did that decision backfire in a shattering way.
Daniel Knight: …and how long did it take for YOU to come up with THAT one?
Dean and Blaze look at each other, shrug, and enter the ring and exit again to pull Cam off of the lot. Revealed are Drakz and Demon beneath him, their faces sliced to bits. Dean and Blaze pull Drakz out from the pile and toss him up and over the ropes. Both men climb back into the ring and Dean picks up Drakz. The unlikeliest of allies start to hammer away at the WFWF Champion. Yukio raises an arm in the air and yells a call, delivering a right slap, left slap, 180 back chop, a stiff kick to the side of the head and finishing with a jujitsu knee to the face of the WFWF Champion.
Alecia Matthews: THE T.U.R.K.!
Daniel Knight: …again, Yukio with the worst names in pro wrestling.
Dean pulls his former tag team partner up in a gutwrench and drops him with a Codebreaker!
Alecia Matthews: PAYOUT!
COVER!
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DRAKZ KICKS OUT AT TWO!
Alecia Matthews: OH MY GOD.
Daniel Knight: Drakz is the King of Kickouts.
With the way Dean is laying, his hair is over Drakz’ crimson mask. Yukio, in disbelief, pulls Drakz to his feet and tosses him into the corner, turns around to go after Dean but he EATS A SPEAR BY STONE! COVER!
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Yukio kicks out! Cam spins and SUPERKICK BY A BLOODIED TRACE! TRACE FALLS ON CAM!
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Stone kicks out at two! Bloodied from the glass, Trace climbs on top of Stone and starts piling on the assault.
Alecia Matthews: TRACE HAS COME UNGLUED IN THE CAGE! IT’S IMMUNE 2.0!
Daniel Knight: Well, it was nice knowing you. That’s one hell of an insult.
Dean dropkicks Trace in the side of the head. Three point stance. Football tackle at Trace’s sitting position, taking Demon down. Dean stands over Trace, wiping his boots off on the canvas, blood marks showing. Dean feels a presence behind him and acts on his instincts, Pele Kick! Dean turns and sees he just knocked out his former Savior partner! The crowd is getting loud, but no one in the ring knows why. Give it a paragraph. Something is happening on the outside and everyone is too beat up or busy to notice. Josh rolls his eyes and puts his hand on his head in disbelief. Something flashes passed Dean’s arm, blood starting to drip from JD’s forearm. He grabs at it and looks down at the mat and picks up a piece of metal from the mat. Pan in by the camera.
Daniel Knight: Is…is that a shuriken?
Alecia Matthews: Hey, where the hell is that bloody mess Sam?
Daniel Knight: Haven’t seen him since the cross…YOU HAVE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME.
Dean looks around for the origins of the shuriken, the Lonely Samurai. Well, it’s too late before JD finds him.
Alecia Matthews: HOLY SH*T.
Samael is SPIDER CRAWLING THE TOP OF THE CHAMBER! After Yukio tossed him, he came to and started climbing. Took a while, but he got to where he wanted. Sam releases and turns, falling face first in a very awkward cross body from the under roof and falling on top of Dean! There was too much recoil from the bounce on the fall, no way for Sam to actually get a cover off of the bat.
Alecia Matthews: NINJAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!
Daniel Knight: No one can claim he’s not balls in this match, I’ll give him that much.
Crowd: YOU ARE CRAZY! YOU ARE CRAZY! YOU ARE CRAZY!
Sam, still bleeding, gingerly gets to his feet and picks up the shuriken and tucks it inside of his brace. He bows to the crowd. Yukio is pulling himself up to his feet at the ropes and stumbles into Sam who catches him, kissing the top of his head mouthing “Thank You” to Yukio. He grabs Yukio’s shoulder in a hugging gesture and turns him to face to face; Sam kicking him in the gut, pulls him up onto his shoulders and spikes Yukio’s head into the mat with the Thunder and Lightning! Sam hooks the leg.
Alecia Matthews: SAM WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!?!
Daniel Knight: Revenge, Alecia. Sam and Thunder are great friends. Sam’s bad blood was eventually going to boil over. Yukio got Sam out of a pickle in this match, and now he has outlived his usefulness to Sam. Finally, someone getting the every man for himself mentality.
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Christa Adina: YUKIO BLAZE HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!
Sam lands what can only be a kiss of death upon the forehead of Yukio Blaze, a bloody lip print being left on Yukio as Sam pulls himself to his feet and takes a look around at the carnage. The ref is rolling Yukio out of the ring and onto the steel.
Crowd: YUKIO! YUKIO!
Yukio pulls himself to his feet using the steel linked walls, slowly making his way down the steps. With some bad luck and an unfortunate turn from an ally, Yukio Blaze’s WFWF Championship hopes are dashed…as well as his decade plus career, which is now officially over.
Alecia Matthews: Sam…how could you?
Daniel Knight: EVERY. MAN. WHAT DO YOU…
Alecia Matthews: I GET THAT MORON. Yukio deserved better than that.
Daniel Knight: Like you said earlier, if you have a pet snake, occasionally you get bit. This bite just had venom that was lethal. Unfortunate, perhaps, but his legacy was on the line and he choked by remaining true to himself. His own damn fault.
Sam is on his ass, looking around the ring in between the blood spurts; wiping his brow and splattering the blood off of his glove. He notices something funny in one of the corners. Drakz.
Alecia Matthews: What is that maniac doing?
Daniel Knight: Self…preservation…? I don’t even f*cking know anymore.
Drakz has climbed the turnbuckle, and the crowd pops as the WFWF Champion ascends to the top OF THE F*CKING POD. Unsteady, Sam wanders into Drakz’ perched corner and climbs the corner and starts swatting at the champ. Drakz punches away Sam’s advances but he cannot rid himself of the Ronin. Ahriman braces his hands on the pod ledge to pull himself up into that confined space with Drakz. Big mistake. Drakz has all of the leverage, and that leverage lets him put the sole of his boot into Sam’s face, pushing hard and Sam being sent flying to the mat below. Dean bobs out of the way of Air Ahriman and hops onto the turnbuckle, following in the same form as Sam. He braces himself to climb and Drakz just punches and punches and punches, catching a hand of Dean, gripping him under his throat and tossing him to the side, Dean crash landing ON THE STEEL BELOW!
Crowd: HOLY SH*T! HOLY SH*T! HOLY SH*T!
Alecia Matthews: OUCH.
Daniel Knight: That’s gonna leave a mark on the Franchise…HEY.
On the top of the pod, Drakz was losing his balance slightly after he tossed Josh Dean like a f*cking shotput. He BARELY stays on top of the pod, but he manages to somehow. Not for long, though. Stone catapults himself to the top rope, decks a bloody Drakz and hooks under the champ’s arms and BELLY TO BELLY SUPLEXES DRAKZ OFF OF THE POD, DRAKZ CRASHING ON SAM AND BOUNCING AWAY.
On the outside, Demon is watching the car crash in front of him and the sadistic bastard grins a bloody grin. He walks around the outside for a minute, stomping around on the grates until he finds the one that was busted earlier in the match. Remember when I told you to remember that? Trace stomps away at the grate until it comes off of its hinges. Demon RIPS the grate up and drops himself down into the hole, disappearing from view.
Alecia Matthews: The f*ck is HE doing now?
Daniel Knight: Nothing good.
A steel chair emerges from the hole. Then a kendo stick. Then another kendo stick. Then a pipe. Another chair. A STRAP. Then you hear some banging and Trace has popped the grate next to the opening, and Demon slides a table up and into the ring as Demon starts to pull himself up, looks at the camera and drops back in, an arm then raising from what must be the hole leading to the depths of hell. In that hand? Well…
Alecia Matthews: SAKABATO!
Demon rises from his hole, Samael’s sword in hand. He tosses the sword into the ring, kicking around his newfound toys. He picks up one of the chairs, smashing it on the canvas a couple of times before he crawls into the ring and CRACKS Sam in the chest with the chair. Then he drops the chair, picks up Stone, kicks him in the gut and drops him onto the chair with a DDT.
Daniel Knight: TRACE HAS LOST IT. HE’S A MADMAN!
On the outside, Dean is stirring. He’s flailing around with the pain in his back when his hand comes across the one weapon Demon didn’t kick into the ring. Mo-f*ckin’ kendo stick. Very, very gingerly is Dean rising, using the kendo stick for support. He falls into the ropes, entering the ring. He takes a swing at Demon and catches the former WFWF Champion in the gut. As Trace hunches over, Dean cracks him in the back. And again. And again. Dean mounts Demon’s back, locking in a Camel Clutch but using the kendo stick as the choker! On the side, Stone is setting up the table. The fans are raging!
Crowd: PLEASE TAP OUT! PLEASE TAP OUT! PLEASE TAP OUT!
Daniel Knight: HOW IS THIS FAIR?!
Alecia Matthews: You are the definition of a hypocrite. I was dead on. GET ‘EM JD!
Dean is REALLY wrenching it in, pulling on the blood soaked hair. The hold is broken up by…
Daniel Knight: STONE WITH THE CHAIR TO DEAN’S BACK!
Alecia Matthews: NOOOOOOOOO! WHY YOU TURN CAM?!
Stone pulls Dean off of Demon and wraps his head under his arm and attempts a reverse suplex but Dean uses the momentum to land on his feet. Cam turns around and is kicked in the mid-section, up onto Dean’s shoulders and DEAN PUTS HIM THROUGH THE TABLE WITH THE CHAPTER 11! COVER!
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Christa Adina: CAMERON STONE HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!
Daniel Knight: Well, I mean, he deserved it.
Alecia Matthews: I’m not arguing. Stone fought this match ridiculously hard, but he did the same thing Bloody Mess Over Here did. But it didn’t work out as well for him as it did for Sam. At least he advanced.
A couple of referees enter the ring to help the hunk of meat out of the table and out of the chamber. Door is locked behind him.
Daniel Knight: And then there were four.
Josh is on his hands and knees, pounding on the mat at the successful elimination. Dean is trying to get up, but Drakz won’t allow him to. Drakz grabs the strap that Demon tossed into the ring and starts whipping the holy hell out of The Architect. Dean’s wails are audible throughout the arena, but not nearly as loud as the wallops Drakz is leaving on Josh.
Alecia Matthews: Is that the same strap from the match JD was in a while back?
Daniel Knight: One can only assume. Irony.
Josh gets to his hands and knees again. Wallop. One knee. Wallop. Pulling himself to his feet. Wallop. Wallop. Dean turns around and takes the strap to the face, dropping to a knee but this time shoving Drakz in the gut away.
Alecia Matthews: He’s fighting so damn hard, my god. He’s fighting his heart out against his old partner.
Dean takes a good swing at the WFWF Champion, clearly busting Drakz’ lip. He goes for another shot, but at this point he’s just too weak to fight back. AND SAM SAVES HIM BY UNSHEATHING SAKABATO AND SLICING THE BACK OF DRAKZ! ROLL UP…Drakz rolls through and pops to his feet, catching Sam in the face with ANOTHER superkick. Dean interjects and gets grabbed in a front face lock. ROLLING COLD FROM DRAKZ! Coming to, Demon picks up JD and puts down the Franchise with a Demonstration of Hell!
Alecia Matthews: NOOOOOOOOOO.
COVER!
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Christa Adina: JOSH DEAN HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!
Daniel Knight: NO TITLE FOR YOU!
Alecia Matthews: FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU.
Demon picks up Josh by his hair and dumps him unceremoniously out of the ring to a chorus of boos. He then turns his attention to Samael.
Alecia Matthews: F*cking hell. It’s gonna be Demon and Drakz in the finals. Just what we didn’t need.
Daniel Knight: All is right with the world.
Demon, blood soaked from the glass, picks up Samael, blood soaked from…everything, and gets him nice and ready for Paradise Lost to make the Ronin tap out. As Demon gets the arm hooked, DRAKZ COMES UP FROM BEHIND TRACE AND ROLLS HIM UP!
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Christa Adina: TRACE DEMON HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!
Alecia Matthews: BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.
Demon pulls to his knees, absolutely flabberghasted at what just happened. Drakz, also on his knees, gives a cocky smile and shrugs; basically giving off the ‘all’s fair’ vibe. Buuuuuuuuuuuut Trace Demon doesn’t quite want to hear all of that nonsense. Demon hops to his feet and blasts Drakz in the face with a knee. AND THE ASSAULT IS ON. Trace Demon is RABID, throwing lefts and rights and elbows and headbutts at the WFWF Champion. Trace grabs at the throat of Drakz and pounds the back of the WFWF Champion’s head into the mat over and over again. Trace spits in Drakz’ bloodied face, making sure the next round of punches have EVERY. SINGLE. KNUCKLE. CONNECTING. Trace’s attack is fixated on his nose, one of the last punches he throws causing a sickening ‘break’ noise to come from the face of Drakz. Blood was already pouring, but it is clear that Drakz’ nose is broken now as the bloodgates are fully open. Drakz tries covering up, but he cannot. Trace gets to his feet and turns Drakz onto his stomach, running the ropes…
Alecia Matthews: CURBSTOMP!
Daniel Knight: SOME ONE GET HIM OUT OF THERE.
Alecia Matthews: Or not. This is the most fun I’ve had this whole match. Drakz getting what he deserves. FINALLY.
Demon drags Drakz to the ropess by his arm, picks him up and German Suplexes him over the ropes, Drakz falling into the hole Demon made, the back of his head cracking on the edge of the steel and the champ just being wedged in. Trace undoes the wedge, blood pouring from the back of Drakz’ head and his sides being diced by the severed steel. Demon with another German, DRAKZ IS SENT THROUGH ANOTHER CHAMBER. GLASS EVERYWHERE.
Daniel Knight: This…this is sickening.
Alecia Matthews: Ok…a little bit overkill here.
Daniel Knight: A LITTLE?!
Demon pulls Drakz by his legs through the blood stained glass, rolling him under the bottom rope. Demon grabs one of the chairs and sets it up near the turnbuckle and lifts Drakz into the corner.
Alecia Matthews: NO. TRACE, NO. THAT IS ENOUGH. DON’T DO THIS. PLEASE DON’T GO THROUGH WITH THIS.
Trace pops up to the top rope, pulling Drakz up into the torture rack position. Trace stands up all of the way on the top rope, using the pod as a lean.
Daniel Knight: TRACE NO.
Alecia Matthews: OH MY GOD!
Trace leaps off, dropping Drakz dead on the top of his skull onto the chair.
Alecia Matthews: HELLFIRE OVERDOSE!
Crowd: HOLY SH*T! HOLY SH*T! HOLY SH*T!
Demon slowly rises to his feet and spits on Drakz again, kicking the chair out of the way. As he leaves the ring, the crowd is starting to get restless. Demon looks over to Samael, who looks visibly sick, astonished and in total shock all at the same time. Trace gives the same smirk Drakz gave him after the elimination and the shrug that accompanied it. He points at the lifeless body of Drakz and gives a very sarcastic round of applause.
Daniel Knight: NOT THIS WAY.
Alecia Matthews: Well, I mean…I can’t disagree. But Samael Ahriman is the WFWF Champion, handed the belt by Demon, purposely or not.
Demon goes to leave the structure as Sam turns around to pull Drakz to the center of the ring when the crowd pops.
Alecia Matthews: WHAT THE F*CK?!
As Demon walks down the steps, a man wearing a Shawn Malakai Halloween mask shoves him out of the way at the stairs and locks himself in the chamber. He hops over the ropes, and before Ahriman can conceivably defend himself, the masked man grabs Sakabato, turns it to the blade side and cuts through Ahriman’s bushido. Sam drops to his knees. The man rips off the bushido and slices and dices the back of Sam. He kicks Ahriman in the back of the head, planting him on the mat. He twirls the hilt of the sword and HE DRIVES THE BLADE THROUGH AHRIMAN’S BRACE! THE SWORD IS THROUGH AHRIMAN’S HAND!
Alecia Matthews: I’m going to vomit.
Daniel Knight: WHAT IN THE F*CK IS HAPPENING?
The man pulls the sword out and tosses it out into the steel of the chamber. He grabs the chair that is spattered with Drakz’ blood, wrapping it around the head and neck of Ahriman and STOMPS DOWN, CRUSHING THE STEEL INTO AHRIMAN’S THROAT. Sam is coughing up blood, while his hand also bleeds out. Masked Man pulls Sam up by his legs, deadlifting him into powerbomb position, chucking Sam into the corner and actually hitting off of the pod support beam facing the ring. Ahriman lifelessly bounces back to the Masked Man, dropping Sam with Malakai’s old finisher, the 19:15! If the crowd could throw sh*t and it make it to the ring, they would.
The masked man drags Drakz by the arm and drapes it over Sam. Cover.
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Christa Adina: HERE IS YOUR WINNER AND STIIIIIIIIIIILLLLLLLLLLL WFWF WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION, DRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAKZ!
Alecia Matthews: Oh for God’s sake! How are we closing out the biggest show in this company’s history like this?
Daniel Knight: I don’t know what to say. Drakz was seemingly poised to go it alone but as Trace left him battered in the chamber we get this attack? It’s changed the course of history. That might sound hokey but it’s damn true.
Alecia Matthews: And that mask! Attacking Sam whilst disguised as Shawn Malakai? This is sick, and not in the cool skater kind of way.
The masked man stands over the pin fall. Ahriman laid flat on his back with Drakz still collapsed on top of him. The fans are booing like crazy. They can’t believe they’ve been cheated like this.
Alecia Matthews: This crowd’s getting pretty heated Daniel. Whoever that is not only cost Ahriman his last shot at the gold but cost these fans a decisive finish to a situation that has been boiling for over a year!
“MK7” is playing throughout the arena recognising Drakz as the victor, but you wouldn’t know it to look at the scene in the ring. Drakz is barely up to his hands and knees and the masked assailant still just stands peering down at both men.
Daniel Knight: What more does this guy want? Why is he hanging around? He’s already run the finish of the main event off its rails, but he’s still waiting for something.
Drakz is to his knees and he manages to focus his attention upward, right at the masked man. The anonymous holds his hand out and, in a daze, the ringing in his ears throwing his balance out the window, Drakz takes it and is pulled up to his feet. Drakz now seems to realise his music is playing and the referee, much to the chagrin of everyone in attendance, hands him his WFWF World Heavyweight Championship. A number of EMTs enter through the opened door of the monstrous structure that still looms over the scene, looking to attend to the fallen Ronin. They manage to get Samael out of the ring and toward the door as Drakz stares, glassy eyed, from his championship to this masked man.
Alecia Matthews: Drakz is far from recovered from the beating Trace Demon put on him after that lightning fast elimination just moments ago. Does he even know where he is?
Daniel Knight: He looks wiped out.
Drakz loses his balance and stumbles to the ropes, leaning over them, trying to stay upright and maybe even conscious. The crowd still boos as Drakz’s music fades out and all eyes are on the ring. With Drakz still strung out on the ropes, trying to make sense of it all, the masked man grabs a hold of the rubber chin of Shawn Malakai and pulls it up and off of his head!
Daniel Knight: WHAT THE F*CK!?
Alecia Matthews: OH MY GOD!
Daniel Knight: It’s Michael f*cking Kyzer! The God of F*ck is in The Rose Bowl!
There’s a monstrous pop, no one really knowing what to make of who they’re seeing. The noise seems to pump some life into the champ as Drakz struggles back upright, managing to support his own weight, only to set eyes on the man that cost him over a year of his career after destroying both their friendship and The New Epoch, a man everyone thought was gone forever.
Daniel Knight: Do you know what this means Alecia? Kyzer has just cost the man who claims his scalp. He just denied Samael Ahriman his first ever World Heavyweight title, and of course his chance at the Grandslam!
Alecia Matthews: But what does this mean for Drakz? This is a man who feels he has eclipsed Kyzer and left him in the dust, and yet here he is, having overcome the greatest obstacle of his career so far, but with the man he hates to thank for it.
Drakz, eyes wide, shakes his head, his equilibrium some what returned. He looks down at the championship in his hands, the belt he has defended for so long, and straight faced shakes his head again before tossing it to the ground.
Alecia Matthews: What’s this? Drakz just discarded the one thing he seems to care about.
Daniel Knight: Something tells me he’s not happy that this moment, this opportunity for him to silence those asking if he can still seal the deal without outside factors coming into play has been scuppered by his former brother.
Drakz looks up from the title at his feet and locks eyes with Kyzer. He staggers toward him and half heartedly shoves him in the shoulder sending Kyzer back a step. Kyzer smirks and then all hell breaks loose as he throws a “F*CK YOU!” at Drakz that near knocks his head off.
Alecia Matthews: And Kyzer isn't done!
Drakz crumples having just survived a war of a title defence and a singled out attack from Trace Demon, and Kyzer takes control. He kicks him in the gut and hoists Drakz up in an inverted death valley, from which he then drives him hard into the mat.
Daniel Knight: Kyzer Effect on the champion! He's going to kill him!
Alecia Matthews: I'm staggered that I feel this way but someone needs to get Drakz out of there, we might actually be about to watch our heavyweight champion die in the ring. Like, seriously, be murdered.
Kyzer’s not done. He bundles Drakz out of the ring, through the ropes, and onto the steel surrounds of the Elimination Chamber. He drags him up again and, holding the longest reigning champion of all time’s bloody face in his hand, spits directly in it. He then repeats the process from before. Up and down! Drilling Drakz with another Kyzer Effect, this time head first onto the steel!
Alecia Matthews: Someone needs to get him out of there! We’ve seen Kyzer do terrible things to people over the years, and his former best friend isn’t exempt from that list! He could be setting up for something career threatening here.
Daniel Knight: Setting up for it? Did you not just see him drop Drakz on his head! If his spine hasn’t compressed then I’ll eat your hair.
Alecia Matthews: …….
Kyzer will not stop! He has Drakz up again and walks him over to the open side of the chamber structure.
Daniel Knight: No, not again!
Alecia Matthews: He’s going to toss him! For f*cks sake!
Kyzer, like a doorman ejecting a drunken bum, reminiscent of the infamoius scene from a few years ago, throws Drakz by his head and his waistband out from the chamber. Drakz flies through the air and lands hard on the ramp, bouncing a little and rolling off of it leaving him squashed against the guard wall.
Daniel Knight: That’s a human being man!
Alecia Matthews: A sh*tty one, but he doesn’t deserve to have his livelihood taken away form him like this!
Kyzer walks and snatches up the WFWF World Heavyweight Championship only to spit on it too and then throw it down at the crumpled pile that vaguely resembles Drakz.
Alecia Matthews: This is it folks. The bitter taste of ash after the explosion that has been Superbrawl IX.
Daniel Knight: What the f*ck just happened? Is he dead?
Kyzer flicks off the entire crowd and we finish on a shot swapping from the mess our World Champion is in, to Kyzer’s smug face.
F*ck you Michael Kyzer.
F*ck you.
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Post by The Gangsta on Nov 25, 2016 11:38:27 GMT -5
Holy sh*t. Holy sh*t. Probably the best show I've seen here yet. I'm actually speechless.
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Post by Ace Bennett on Nov 25, 2016 14:19:50 GMT -5
I love you Brennan.
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Post by CM Poor on Nov 25, 2016 15:35:40 GMT -5
I hope that was done to your liking.
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Post by Markw on Nov 25, 2016 16:46:49 GMT -5
The dead have risen! (and they're voting Republican )
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Post by bad guy™ on Nov 25, 2016 17:19:35 GMT -5
The dead have risen! (and they're voting Republican ) Malakai would have been a Socialist. For sure.
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Post by Drakz on Nov 25, 2016 22:48:05 GMT -5
Usual schtick then, which I think is well deserved for a PPV of this magnitutde. Favourite Match: Favourite Moment: Biggest Shock: Show MVP: Mine are: Favourite Match: Lucas Crowe vs. David Brennan. I may have wrote it but I'm pretty pleased with it considering I hated every second of writing it. Favourite Moment: Either Drakz eating more sh*t on this night than perhaps any other night in WFWF history or Ante Whitner winning the Golden Opportunity. I'm glad he was able to return and help take the helm with our first guinea pig run of how it's all going to work. Biggest Shock: The return of The God of F*ck! Show MVP: Kayfabe? As ego centric as it will seem I can't not say Drakz, after the beating Shawn wrote him taking from bell to after the bell and still winning with a great story told and that amazing elimination of Trace Demon. In reality? Either King Richius, bad guy™ or CM Poor for constantly taking on more work, helping writing this leviathan of a show. Thanks everyone, it felt like a big deal. Our plan for the next "season" so to speak is to change things up with more frequent shows and less detailed results to get some momentum back into the fed, so this felt like a good blowout, match writing wise, before we shift gears.
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Post by King Richius on Nov 25, 2016 23:46:56 GMT -5
Okay, I'll play Drakz 's game. Favorite Match: Golden Opportunity match First off, yes there is the "I wrote it" bias. Much like Drakz said about the match he wrote, I hated writing such a cluster*ck with six wrestlers, two run-ins, and trying to manage spectacular yet believable ladder spots (several unabashedly stolen from memorable WWE ladder matches). More importantly though, I think it turned out pretty good, had moments for every participant to shine and to build on in future RPs and feuds, and gave Ante Whitner a satisfying win. The main event was wild & entertaining but for me it went a little over the top, particularly the stabby slicey sh*t with the sword so it comes in second. Favorite Moment:After the main event when Daniel Knight makes the call: "It’s Michael f*cking Kyzer! The God of F*ck is in The Rose Bowl!" I read that and in my head heard it as if Joey Styles was making one of his famous "Oh my God!" calls. Biggest Shock:Trevor Wolf not only isn't dead but he shows up and wins a match. Shock on top of shock! If Cameron Stone isn't good to his word to (re)kill Wolf, then I volunteer. Didn't even write an RP and got a win at SuperBrawl. Yes, I'm salty. Show MVP:
Kayfabe - Drakz for surviving what should have been several different fatal beatings on the way to defending his title. Seriously, if this was real then Drakz was dead, his corpse was dumped into a wood chipper, and then the pulpy remains were dowsed in gasoline & set on fire. In reality - I think our two owners deserve a huge tip of the cap for their patience dealing with the rest of us to get a full show up, whether it was providing storylines/matches for everybody over the past few months, getting volunteers to write the matches and other segments, and not going crazy while waiting for everyone to deliver the goods. Spell-check Moment of the Night:Had to add this category because spell checker changed up a word in the end of the Penny Shannon-Dex match. When they go through the table, the tacks fly into the air reflecting the bright lights creating a PYRO effect, not a PRO effect. Originally I was going to have the table be on fire too but I didn't want to go too far so I settled for a catchy visual. Had I known what bad guy™ had planned for the main event then Penny and Dex would have been on fire for damn sure.
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Post by CM Poor on Nov 26, 2016 9:07:45 GMT -5
Favorite Match: I'll go ahead and give the nod to someone else's work and commend Drakz for the dinger he wrote between myself and Crowe. I was actually kind of enjoying the wait between the deadline and the results because, for the first time in a while, I wasn't 100% confident in the outcome of my match, and Drakz really nailed an all out brawl that could have been anybody's game. Getting the match psychology through on paper is harder than you'd think, and he really knocked that one out of the park. Favorite Moment: F*ck yourself - I just won my first singles title in my collective WFWF career, so I'm going with that one. Biggest Shock: Kyzer coming back, for sure. I think I knew that one day he'd be back to settle the score with Drakz, but I didn't know it'd be this day. I will disclaim that normally I hate the show-stealing, main event return, as its kind of a tired device here in the WFWF, but f*ck all that for five minutes - it's Kyzer. It's Drakz. It's gonna rule. Show MVP: I generally feel like it's sort of a moot point with how collaborative shows like this are, but f*ck - bad guy™ wrote a banger of a main event, even if it came in way behind schedule and it took me comparing him to Flaps to get the job done, but he certainly didn't disappoint, and on top of that, he did a solid favor to the stupidest, most predictable, ham fisted, bullsh*t angle/result combo on this show, and barely said "boo" about it. I wouldn't do that. You probably wouldn't either, but Shawn apparently sees redemption and potential in every soul that sets foot in this forum, so give him the tip of the hat here while there's still time for Wolf to lavish in his "win".
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Post by bad guy™ on Nov 26, 2016 17:30:20 GMT -5
Favorite Match: I'll go ahead and give the nod to someone else's work and commend Drakz for the dinger he wrote between myself and Crowe. I was actually kind of enjoying the wait between the deadline and the results because, for the first time in a while, I wasn't 100% confident in the outcome of my match, and Drakz really nailed an all out brawl that could have been anybody's game. Getting the match psychology through on paper is harder than you'd think, and he really knocked that one out of the park. Favorite Moment: F*ck yourself - I just won my first singles title in my collective WFWF career, so I'm going with that one. Biggest Shock: Kyzer coming back, for sure. I think I knew that one day he'd be back to settle the score with Drakz, but I didn't know it'd be this day. I will disclaim that normally I hate the show-stealing, main event return, as its kind of a tired device here in the WFWF, but f*ck all that for five minutes - it's Kyzer. It's Drakz. It's gonna rule. Show MVP: I generally feel like it's sort of a moot point with how collaborative shows like this are, but f*ck - bad guy™ wrote a banger of a main event, even if it came in way behind schedule and it took me comparing him to Flaps to get the job done, but he certainly didn't disappoint, and on top of that, he did a solid favor to the stupidest, most predictable, ham fisted, bullsh*t angle/result combo on this show, and barely said "boo" about it. I wouldn't do that. You probably wouldn't either, but Shawn apparently sees redemption and potential in every soul that sets foot in this forum, so give him the tip of the hat here while there's still time for Wolf to lavish in his "win". When life gives you crap, make sour lemonade.
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Post by bad guy™ on Nov 26, 2016 17:33:09 GMT -5
Okay, I'll play Drakz 's game. Favorite Match: Golden Opportunity match First off, yes there is the "I wrote it" bias. Much like Drakz said about the match he wrote, I hated writing such a cluster*ck with six wrestlers, two run-ins, and trying to manage spectacular yet believable ladder spots (several unabashedly stolen from memorable WWE ladder matches). More importantly though, I think it turned out pretty good, had moments for every participant to shine and to build on in future RPs and feuds, and gave Ante Whitner a satisfying win. The main event was wild & entertaining but for me it went a little over the top, particularly the stabby slicey sh*t with the sword so it comes in second. Favorite Moment:After the main event when Daniel Knight makes the call: "It’s Michael f*cking Kyzer! The God of F*ck is in The Rose Bowl!" I read that and in my head heard it as if Joey Styles was making one of his famous "Oh my God!" calls. Biggest Shock:Trevor Wolf not only isn't dead but he shows up and wins a match. Shock on top of shock! If Cameron Stone isn't good to his word to (re)kill Wolf, then I volunteer. Didn't even write an RP and got a win at SuperBrawl. Yes, I'm salty. Show MVP:
Kayfabe - Drakz for surviving what should have been several different fatal beatings on the way to defending his title. Seriously, if this was real then Drakz was dead, his corpse was dumped into a wood chipper, and then the pulpy remains were dowsed in gasoline & set on fire. In reality - I think our two owners deserve a huge tip of the cap for their patience dealing with the rest of us to get a full show up, whether it was providing storylines/matches for everybody over the past few months, getting volunteers to write the matches and other segments, and not going crazy while waiting for everyone to deliver the goods. Spell-check Moment of the Night:Had to add this category because spell checker changed up a word in the end of the Penny Shannon-Dex match. When they go through the table, the tacks fly into the air reflecting the bright lights creating a PYRO effect, not a PRO effect. Originally I was going to have the table be on fire too but I didn't want to go too far so I settled for a catchy visual. Had I known what bad guy™ had planned for the main event then Penny and Dex would have been on fire for damn sure. Yeah. Total overkill to Drakz and Sam, but done so masterfully no? No way either one could continue. Drakz lost every gallon of blood in his body, and Sam was literally stabbed. Thay being said, setting someone on fire? I did that. Go read SuperBrawl VII. Doused his hand in fluid and flipped a match. Used that lapse of common sense judgement to build a two year story of my guy not being able to use his hand at all anymore and fight at a handicap of his own doing out if desperation.
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Post by King Richius on Nov 26, 2016 17:58:18 GMT -5
Thay being said, setting someone on fire? I did that. Go read SuperBrawl VII. Doused his hand in fluid and flipped a match. Used that lapse of common sense judgement to build a two year story of my guy not being able to use his hand at all anymore and fight at a handicap of his own doing out if desperation. To be honest, I did contact Dex before the match with a few ideas (the street clothes attire and studded gloves) and he sort of gave me carte blanche to do what I wanted in the match but I didn't think he would forgive me if I burned every hair off his pretty little head.
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Post by bad guy™ on Nov 26, 2016 18:00:09 GMT -5
Thay being said, setting someone on fire? I did that. Go read SuperBrawl VII. Doused his hand in fluid and flipped a match. Used that lapse of common sense judgement to build a two year story of my guy not being able to use his hand at all anymore and fight at a handicap of his own doing out if desperation. To be honest, I did contact Dex before the match with a few ideas (the street clothes attire and studded gloves) and he sort of gave me carte blanche to do what I wanted in the match but I didn't think he would forgive me if I burned every hair off his pretty little head. Lighter fluid. Fire. I Quit match. Win. Two year story. Works out.
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Dr. Mantis Toboggan MD
Main Eventer
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Post by Dr. Mantis Toboggan MD on Nov 26, 2016 19:35:44 GMT -5
I was screwed, situation. I demand a recount (out). Young boys don't get special entrances, do they?
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Post by CM Poor on Nov 26, 2016 19:51:29 GMT -5
I was screwed, situation. I demand a recount (out). Young boys don't get special entrances, do they? You got the Superbrawliest entrance I could give you with what I had at my disposal.
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Dr. Mantis Toboggan MD
Main Eventer
I need a monster condom for my magnum sized dong.
Joined on: Nov 25, 2011 16:25:54 GMT -5
Posts: 4,713
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Post by Dr. Mantis Toboggan MD on Nov 26, 2016 19:58:37 GMT -5
I was screwed, situation. I demand a recount (out). Young boys don't get special entrances, do they? You got the Superbrawliest entrance I could give you with what I had at my disposal. I'm not complaining, I just didn't think that was something I needed to do.
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Post by CM Poor on Nov 26, 2016 20:04:22 GMT -5
You got the Superbrawliest entrance I could give you with what I had at my disposal. I'm not complaining, I just didn't think that was something I needed to do. There are ways around that next time...
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