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Post by King Richius on Aug 20, 2018 4:02:21 GMT -5
Tokyo, Japan Earlier Today...Outside Japan’s famed Tokyo Dome, fans have lined up as far as the eye can see, hours in advance as the anticipation for the WFWF’s return to the land of the rising sun reaches a fever pitch. The plaza surrounding the Dome is a sea of activity as fans from all throughout the globe have congregated here for the first stop of the WFWF’s World Domination Tour.
At the backside of the building, several feet of linked barriers hold back the crowd as they look on toward the rear entrance, hoping to catch an early glimpse of their favorite stars. Already, this gathering is brimming with elation, having just witnessed the arrival of WFWF rookie Mesh, whose presence elicited a raucous response that threatened to shame any pop the crowd inside the Dome might otherwise be capable of tonight.
A deafening hush comes over the gathered crowd as a black car rolls into sight, slowing to a stop just ahead of the lowered gates - the tell-tale sign of a hailed ride. The back door swings open as a couple of fans preemptively squeal in delight, still uncertain who is now to arrive. Any early signs of joy are quickly squelched, however, as WFWF color-commentator Daniel Knight emerges from the vehicle, and the mood in the air turns suddenly sour as he’s greeted by a resounding chorus of boos and jeers from the gathered masses. Knight takes a hesitant step forward as the crowd continues to lob their disapproval his way, and the sneer on his face indicates that he’s preparing to return the favor, when he’s suddenly cut off by a production hand who puts himself between the embattled personality and the vitriolic crowd, somewhat forcefully turning him toward the entrance and ushering him toward the confines of the Dome.
With enough distance between himself and the crowd, Knight turns to offer some snide remark, emboldened by the presence of the divide, when he’s suddenly struck dead in the chest by a (full, by the looks of it) fountain beverage hurled from the crowd. The drink bursts upon impact, showering Knight and his no doubt expensive attire for the occasion in ice and tonic.
Moved to the point of uncontrollable anger, bordering on tears, Knight storms past his usher, into the building and out of sight even as the jeers and boos follow and resonate until he’s well beyond reach.* * *A shot of WFWF headquarters in LA from above. A voiceover…The premiere wrestling promotion in the world has conquered the United States.The shot zooms out to show the continental United States.The premiere wrestling promotion in the world has conquered Canada.The shot zooms even further out to show the entire continent of North America.And now the premiere wrestling promotion will conquer the world one more time.The shot zooms out to show the entire planet Earth.The WFWF is going global… welcome to the World Domination Tour 2018!The globe spins madly, then slows down as the image zooms in on an island off the coast of Asia, continuing in closer and closer to a single city on that island, Tokyo, and even closer to a single structure within the city - the Tokyo Dome!Challengers will arise to test reigning champions. A new champion shall be crowned in a tournament for the ages featuring the best and brightest new stars.
It all starts tonight in the Tokyo, Japan.The WFWF presents:
Under the Dome!Alecia Matthews: Welcome one and all to the first stop of the World Domination Tour! I’m Alecia Matthews and I am somewhat surprisingly joined by Daniel Knight. Daniel Knight: Indeed, I am here Alecia despite the best efforts of haters everywhere. Alecia Matthews: Admit it Daniel, you are lucky to be here tonight. You almost talked your way into an extended vacation. Daniel Knight: I spoke the truth and that’s all. Nobody should ever have to suffer for speaking the truth. Alecia Matthews: You spoke your truth but it should be obvious to you that very few are of like mind. You better be on good behavior tonight. Daniel Knight: Or what? Absolutely nothing. That’s what. But enough about me, we’re here because this is the first stop of the World Domination Tour. We are in the historic Tokyo Dome and have a full card of great matches. Alecia Matthews: That much is something we can agree on. Tonight is the first round of a tournament to crown a new champion. Eight of the fastest rising superstars in the world of professional wrestling will go at it in a single elimination tournament. And we are ready for the first match right now! The lights go out. The arena is in a state of silence or possible surprise, unaware of who's about to appear from behind the curtain. You Only Live Once begins to play starting with a guitar solo leading to the inclusion of drums and climaxing in an immense wail from the lead singer. The second the vocals hit the arena is bombarded with a sea of extreme flashing lights. The colors are a blur at first. Like a predator, Needles emerges from the lights and appears on the stage where he is met with severe boos and a raucous cacophony of ‘expletives.'Christa Adina: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, from Glasgow, Scotland, weighing in at two hundred and twenty-five pounds…Ryan “Needles” Payne! Needles make this way to the ring, at first dragging and then wildly swinging his infamous baseball bat while responding to the irate crowd with rude gestures. Before he can even enter the ring, the lights dim again.
Suddenly, Change by the Deftones echoes throughout the arena. From within the shadows emerges Chris Priceless, walking slowly past the crowd, glaring at them with zero expression on his face.Christa Adina: And his opponent, from Tragedy City, weighing it at two hundred and forty pounds….Chris Priceless! His matching grey vest and sleek tights glisten under the lights as he enters the ring. He has a very unsettled expression on his face, walking past the referee and eyeing his opponent. Priceless doesn’t seem impressed nor interested in his opponent. He walks to the opposite corner and sits on the mat.
Unlike his last match against Mesh, Priceless doesn’t stayed seat long. He rises to his feet and slowly takes off his entrance gear. Needles is very inpatient, trying to bum rush Priceless but the referee is keeping him back. Taking his time, Priceless removes his beanie – and throws it at Needles! The two men collide like raging bulls!
DING! DING! DING!
They trade blows but neither seems to be affected by the punches! Needles goes to tackle Priceless, backing him up in the corner but Priceless is too strong but he clubs the back of his opponent with a double axe handle. Kick to the midsection of Needles as Priceless throws him, shoulder first into the ring post!Alecia Matthews: Oh! Did you hear that smack? Daniel Knight: Yup! I felt that one over here! Needles rolls out to the outside with Priceless following him. He immediately goes to work on Needles’ shoulder by stomping away at the vulnerable area. Priceless grabs his opponent’s arm and using all his strength, slams it on the mat outside! He grabs Needles’ arm and slams it again! And again! And again! Needle’s scurries away like a frightened dog with Priceless on his tail. Needles rolls back inside the ring, breaking the count which gives him an advantage as Priceless steps inside. Needles kicks him in the mouth, falling forward into the ring. Needles then blatantly chokes Priceless in front of the referee! He counts Needles down before breaking the choke, resorting to mounting Priceless and punching him in the face! The referee forces Needles off his opponent. Priceless crawls to the nearby corner and with the aid of the ropes, he gets up. Needles charges towards him but Priceless moves out of the way, leaving Needles stunned! Capitalizing on this, Priceless grabs the neck of his opponent and drops him with a mean-looking neckbreaker! Daniel Knight: Ouch! Priceless hooks the leg but Needles immediately kicks out! He then applies a side headlock. His grip is locked in tight as Needles struggles to free himself. Both men are up on their feet, Needles drills Priceless in the gut with a few elbows but they aren’t enough to loosen the tight grip from Priceless. Suddenly, he transitions to a hammerlock position, really wrenching the arm of Needles – the one that’s hurt. The referee asks him if he wants to tap which results in the referee getting spit on! Alecia Matthews: Eww, gross! Daniel Knight: That ain’t right. As the referee wipes the phlegm from his face, Needles rakes the eyes of Priceless, breaking the hold. With Priceless blinded, Needles follows up with a stiff kick – right into the family jewels of Priceless! The male fans in the crowd all groan in pure synchronization.Daniel Knight: Oof. For once, I can relate with the fans – I felt that one too. Priceless crumbles to the mat, grabbing his junk. A smirk on the face of Needles can only mean one thing – time to bash someone’s face in with his bat. He rolls to the outside and grabs his favorite toy. He stares at it as if it were talking to him. With his device of violence in-hand, he waits for Priceless to get up. He’s antsy – his feet shaking, growing impatient. With Priceless on one knee, Needles charges! The bat above his head, ready to strike Priceless down with great vengeance and furious anger but the referee stops him! The two argue and the referee grabs his bat and tosses it aside! The crowd cheers in unison as Needles looks distraught. As him and the referee counter to bicker, he doesn’t see Priceless running towards him, nearly decapitating him with a clothesline that sends both men to the outside! Alecia Matthews: That was pretty violent! Both men landed hard on the mat! Daniel Knight: Needles should have paid better attention. Priceless grabs Needles by his head and rams it against the barricades! His head bounces like a basketball! With his head still resting on the barricade, Priceless gives himself some distance and charges towards Needles and crushes his head with a running big boot! The crowd gasps at the brutality of that move!Alecia Matthews: Oh! That was brutal! Needles looks to be out, Priceless picks up the body of Needles and rolls him back inside the ring. He hooks the leg.
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Needles manages to kick out but barely. Priceless walks over to the corner and signals for The Red-Eve as Needles starts to come alive. As soon as he’s up, Priceless grabs Needles and goes for his finisher but somehow, Needles manages to fight out of the hold and drives Priceless into the corner! Rapid fire punches to the gut, followed by a back elbow. Stiff looking forearms to the face of Priceless and as he cowers to defend himself, Needles lunges at him and appears to be biting Priceless’ ear!Alecia Matthews: Is he…is he biting?! Daniel Knight: It appears so! A modern-day Mike Tyson! Alecia Matthews: That doesn’t make any sense – Mike Tyson is still living. Daniel Knight: Yeah but look at him today – he’s not “The Baddest Man on the Planet” anymore. The guy’s a joke! Ryan “Needles” Payne, however is absolutely insane and very dangerous! The referee pulls Needles off Priceless as blood drips from his mouth. Priceless grasps at his ear while Needles stares at him with a wicked grin on his face, blood in his teeth. This act of cowardice angers Priceless as he power walks towards Needles and they trade blows again!Alecia Matthews: It looks like that unleashed an angrier side of Chris Priceless! Daniel Knight: He can get mad all he wants but Needles is crazy, and I don’t think Chris is ready for that. Alecia Matthews: Wait – weren’t you all high on Priceless at Second to None? Now you’re throwing him under the bus. What’s up with that? Daniel Knight: Ehh, I guess I was wrong about the guy – he’s a total scumbag. Alecia Matthews: Did you just admit that you were wrong about something? Daniel Knight: It’s a rare thing, Matthews. Alecia Matthews: So then, can you admit that what you said to Mesh on Twitter was wrong too? Daniel Knight: Nahh, I wasn’t wrong about that but please, not right now - we’re calling a match. The two men continue to trade blows, but neither is backing down. Priceless uses his knees to gain the upper hand, followed by clubbing blows to the back of his opponent. Irish whip by Priceless, lifting Needles off the mat as he goes for the Double A Spinebuster but again, Needles rakes the eyes of Priceless. He bounces off the ropes and charges towards Priceless but again, he moves out of the way and Needles crashed hard into the ring post! Priceless immediately rolls him up!
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Needles kicks out again, scurrying to the outside. Priceless goes after him, ramming his head into the barricades. Some of the fans in the front crowd are yelling expletives at Needles. He walks over to the announce table, trying to give himself some room from Priceless but he’s in pursuit. He grabs Needles’ head and bashes it repeatedly against the announce table! In retaliation, Needles rams Priceless’ back into the ring apron!Alecia Matthews: Ouch! That’s the hardest part of the ring too! Daniel Knight: Right you are, Matthews! That could do some serious damage! Needles attempts to irish whip Priceless into the steel ring post, but he reverses it and Needles ends up tasting steel! THUD! As he turns around, there’s a large gash on his forehead – blood is dripping down his face in a gruesome sight!Alecia Matthews: Oh my! Look at all the blood! Daniel Knight: It's raining! It’s pouring! Priceless walks over to his opponent and stomps away at Needles’ crimson mask, which only further causes more blood to flow. Needles crawls away which leaves a trail of blood, Priceless follows the trail like a hunter going after his wounded prey. Needles slowly climbs up the steel ring steps but Priceless, again bashes his head onto the ring steps! As they make their way back to the ring, there’s a puddle of blood on the ring steps. Priceless mounts Needles and methodically punches him in the face, right where the cut is – drawing even more blood. Priceless looks at his bloodied fist and smirks. Alecia Matthews: That’s disturbing. Slow, vicious punches to the gash only seem to weaken Needles even more as he’s defenseless. The referee pulls Priceless off Needles to seems to be out. Priceless walks back to his corner as the referee assess the situation. He asks if Needles can continue to which he responds by spitting blood at the referee! Daniel Knight: Ugh, as if phlegm wasn’t bad enough… Alecia Matthews: That’s wrong on so many levels. The referee is freaking out, using his shirt to wipe off the blood from his face. Realizing what Needles is trying to do, Priceless charges at Needles but he counters with a drop-toe hold onto the corner on the opposite side of the ring! He gets behind Priceless and again, winds up with a soccer kick, right into the safety zone of Chris Priceless! He hunches over the hurt Priceless and starts biting him again! Priceless tries his best to get away but Needles has a good amount of skin between his teeth. Priceless is heard, screaming in pain as his face is getting gnawed! In a desperate attempt to free himself, Priceless pushes Needles off – sending him bumping into the already distracted referee! Daniel Knight: Ref bump! Alecia Matthews: I really hope this referee is getting paid well. Needles wipes off some blood from his face and proceeds to slap Priceless, leaving a bloody handprint of Priceless’ cheek! Standing scissors kick to the midsection of Priceless as he grabs his gut. Clubbing blows to the back of Priceless’ neck, downing him. Seeing that the ref is still down, Needles rushes to the outside to grab his bat. Swinging it like a madman, he whacks Priceless’ back with the wooden stick of destruction! He flails in pain as Needles proceeds to hit him again, this time across his stomach. In an eerie similar fashion to his attack on Mesh at End Time, Needles swings away, hitting Priceless in the face! He continues beating him senselessly as there appears to be blood pouring from Priceless’ nose!Alecia Matthews: More blood, now from Priceless’ nose! Just like what happened to Mesh at Madison Square Garden! Daniel Knight: Oh look, another thing both Mesh and Priceless have in common, aside from having dead relatives.
Alecia Matthews: Will you stop?
The referee starts to come to so Needles tosses the evidence outside as he continues to savagely abuse Priceless with right hands and stomps. He gets behind Priceless and fish hooks his nose, which allows blood to drip down his mouth even more. Needles bites his forehead again!
Daniel Knight: I really hope these guys were tested beforehand, this is making me uncomfortable.
The match is becoming a bloodbath. The referee stops Needles again, leaving Priceless in a heap of his own blood. While still on his hands and knees, Needles deadlifts Priceless with a german suplex! He lazily covers Priceless.
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Priceless kicks out but Needles manages to get in a mounted position, dropping hammers in the shape of fists on Priceless’ bloodied face. He tries his best to block the shots but with all the blood loss, he’s a bit woozy. Needles grabs Priceless by the hair and drags him across the ring. He leaves Priceless sitting in the corner while Needles prances away to the opposite side. He runs at full speed towards the downed Priceless, driving the bottom of his boot right into his face! He goes back to the opposite corner and does it again!
And again!
Needles walks over to the fallen Priceless and stands on his head, using the ropes for leverage! The referee counts him down and he releases the hold at the last, possible second. He picks up Priceless, puts his head between his legs – signaling for The Lasting Impression! He scoops Priceless up, his legs straight up in the air but suddenly, Priceless uses his legs to crush the head of Needles, breaking off from the hold. Priceless bounces off the ropes and clotheslines Needles! As Needles recovers, he gets on one knee but then – SMACK! Price Check to the side of the head and Needles is down! Priceless hooks the leg!
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2!
Needles grabs the bottom rope, breaking the count!
Alecia Matthews: That was an impressive sequence of moves but it wasn’t enough to put Needles away!
The bloodied face of Priceless shows frustration, pounding the mat. He brings his opponent up to both knees and goes for another Price Check, but Needles hooks the leg and drops the elbow right onto the knee! Needles bounces off the ropes and dropkicks Priceless in that same knee! He’s down! Needles again runs the ropes, only this time dropping Priceless with a stiff elbow shot to the back of the head!
Alecia Matthews: These two men are trying to kill each other!
Daniel Knight: This match is going to be the case study for CTE research everywhere!
Needles repeatedly kicks the side of Priceless’ face as he scurries away, but Needles grabs him, hoists him up on his shoulder and throws him into the corner with a turnbuckle powerbomb! Another standing scissors kick to the midsection, hard irish whip to the opposite corner! Needles walks over and whips him back, this time Priceless falling over from the impact. Rolling underneath the bottom rope, Needles grabs Priceless’ weak leg and wraps it around the ring post with sheer force! He does it repeatedly until Priceless uses his other leg to shove Needles back, sending him into the barricades behind him! Priceless favors the right leg, using the ropes to help him get up. Needles recovers quickly and immediately tails Priceless who’s crawling away. Needles wipes the blood from his face and wipes it off on his shirt.
As Needles turns around, he’s introduced to a clothesline that nearly takes his head off! He mounts Needles and uses his elbows to open the cut on his forehead even deeper. With both hands around his throat, Priceless squeezes the air out of Needles! His face turning red as he kicks his legs around, struggling to breathe! The referee counts him down, but it appears like Priceless isn’t going to let go so the referee forces the grip apart. Needles coughs as he catches his breath. More stiff forearms to the face of Needles as Priceless goes to the outside and grabs a steel chair from the timekeeper’s area!
Alecia Matthews: What is Priceless going to do here?
The referee tries to stop Priceless but Needles dives onto both of them! The referee is down which allows Needles to grab the chair! He swings at Priceless, but he ducks! As payback for the numerous strikes of his manhood, Priceless low blows Needles which causes him to drop the chair. Priceless watches Needles writhe in pain as he grasps at his gonads. Priceless crouches down and gets right in Needles’ face.
Chris Priceless: You wanna talk s*** about my brother? Just remember you brought this on yourself!
Towering over the fallen Needles, he snorts blood from his nose onto his opponent!
Alecia Matthews: Oh, can we please stop?? Seriously!
He grabs the steel chair and puts it against Needles’ throat.
Alecia Matthews: He’s not going to do what I think he is…
Standing tall before Needles, he grabs the chair and using every bit of strength he has left, slams it onto the mat – the metal bar of the chair crushing Needle’s throat and possible larynx! As Needles lays motionless on the mat, a pool of blood has formed near his mouth!
Alecia Matthews: Oh God, he did! That’s nothing but steel!
Daniel Knight: We were watching an attempted murder!
However, Priceless isn’t done. He took the comments that Needles made about his brother personally. He lays the chair in the middle of the ring and picks the almost lifeless body of Needles with his head in a front facelock which only means one thing, the Red-Eve! Without hesitation, he spikes Needles atop the metal chair with the deadly DDT! Needles fold up like an accordion!
Alecia Matthews: Just end it already! Please!
The referee is starting to come to so Priceless gets rid of the chair and hooks the leg!
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3!
DING! DING! DING!
Christa Adina: Here is your winner…Chris Priceless!
Alecia Matthews: This match was nothing but a bloodbath! I seriously hope that referee gets paid extra for tonight!
Daniel Knight: Whoever faces Priceless next better watch out!
The referee, who endured just as much hell as the two combatants did raises Priceless’ arm in victory as he points up to the ceiling. Channeling his brother, Priceless assess the damage he’s caused to Needles’ as blood pours from his forehead and mouth, the mat looks like the walls of a butcher shop – blood, fresh and old splattered all around. The referee and a few officials check on Needles as Priceless makes his exit, walking to the back. He’s a bloodied and sweaty mess, wiping the blood from his nose. He stops and takes one, final look at the destruction that he caused. Suddenly, there’s a bloodied smirk. Priceless turns around and makes his way to the back.
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Post by King Richius on Aug 20, 2018 4:03:03 GMT -5
Alecia Matthews: One match down in the tournament and it’s off to quite the memorable and bloody start.
Daniel Knight: That’s how real men take care of business. Let’s hope our next two competitors can match it. Priceless and Payne set the bar pretty high for newcomer KC Jones and the f***ing janitor Billy Broom.
Alecia Matthews: Don’t call him the f***ing janitor. Billy has shown he is far more than the guy with a mop and bucket who cleans toilets.
Daniel Knight: Whatever you say Alecia. I’m being told that before we get to the match, we have some footage recorded earlier today featuring Billy Broom as he prepared for “The Keto catch King” KC Jones.
The doors of the Tokyo Dome fly open as Billy Broom and his daughter Jenny enter the legendary venue from the outside.
Jenny: Whoa! It looks so cool!
Not wanting to waste any time, Billy Broom and his daughter walk past WFWF crew and officials backstage.
Billy Broom: I want you to wait right here, okay? I’m going to talk to Ms. Sleater, I’ll be back soon.
With an acknowledgement from his teenage daughter, Billy leaves his bags with her as she hops onto an equipment crate nearby. She looks all around her, in awe of the venue. Suddenly, she stops. Something or someone has caught her eye. Her mouth opens as the cameraman pans over to Mesh who’s down the hall across from Jenny with a big smile on her face! Jenny leaps off the crate and runs towards the blue-haired pixie!
Jenny: Oh my God! It’s you! It’s really you!
She runs right into Mesh’s arms and the two girls hug it out!
Mesh: I saw your tweet and your dad asked me if it was okay if you and I hung out for a bit.
Jenny: Really? My dad is the best!
Mesh: He is!
Jenny: I can’t believe I actually got to meet you! You’re my favorite wrestler!
Mesh: Aww, thank you!
Jenny does a quick pop and lock as Mesh applauds the young fan.
Mesh: You can dance too?
Jenny: Not really, just what I learned from watching you.
Mesh: You’re pretty good!
Jenny: I’m okay, I really want to learn how to shuffle though.
Mesh: I can show you! It’s not that hard to learn on your own.
Mesh and Jenny stand side by side with their feet together. Mesh raises her right knee up to her waist.
Mesh: What you want to do is as you bring your foot down –
She bounces as her left foot glides on the floor.
Mesh: So now, all your weight is on your right leg, it’s pretty easy. Now, I’m going to do it with my left leg.
Mesh repeats the dance again, only this time lifting her left leg up to her waist. She bounces, sliding her right leg on the floor.
Mesh: Just remember to lean back. Try it out!
Mesh moves alongside here as Jenny stands with her feet together. She does exactly what she’s been told – and she does it! Mesh cheers her on as Jenny starts to shuffle on her own! Mesh joins her in a mini dance party! A huge smile beams across Jenny’s face.
Mesh: There you go! You got it! Woo!
Mesh stylishly steps to the side as Jenny shuffles in place.
Jenny: Whoa! What move is that?
Mesh: It’s a kick side step but we call that a top rock.
Jenny: Can you show me how to do that too?
Mesh: Of course! You start out-
The two girls are interrupted by a WFWF official that tells them that the show is about to start so Jenny has to take her seat in the front row.
Mesh: Looks like you gotta go. It's almost showtime!
Jenny: I know but thank you – it was seriously the coolest getting to meet you!
Mesh: You too!
Jenny: Can we please take a selfie before I go?
Mesh: You don’t even have to ask!
Jenny pulls out her phone and faces it towards her, holding out her arms so she can capture this moment perfectly! Jenny smiles while Mesh makes her eyes wide with her mouth open. They examine the picture, jenny laughing at the silly face Mesh made.
Jenny: Oh, that’s awesome! Thank you so much!
Mesh: No, thank you for being so lovely!
Jenny: Good luck on your match!
Mesh: Before you go, I have a little something for you.
Jenny bites her lip. Mesh reaches into the outer pocket of her neon green jacket and pulls out a kandi necklace – an exact replica of the one that Mesh wears. Jenny gasps and covers her mouth!
Jenny: OH. MY. GOD.
Mesh: I started making it a couple of days after your dad got in touch with me. I hope you like it!
Jenny: I love it!
The WFWF official is persistent they get going. Jenny and Mesh hug again as she walks through the back curtain that goes to the ringside area.
Daniel Knight: What in the blue hell was that? I was told we were going to get an interview with Billy Broom, not some stupid dance lessons from Mesh.
Alecia Matthews: Get over it Daniel. Mesh is a huge hit with the fans, especially teenage girls like Billy’s daughter, and also with the Japanese fans filling the arena tonight. Play nice or you might not get out alive.
Daniel Knight: I had enough problems getting in alive. Stupid foreigners.
Alecia Matthews: Um, you do realize we’re the foreigners here tonight, right?
Daniel Knight: Forget it. Can we get back to the wrestling portion of the show?
The thrashing metal guitar riffs of Gimme Chocolate by Babymetal deafen everyone in the arena. Many of the fans sing along to the lyrics of the mega popular Japanese pop/metal band. "The Cleaner" Billy Broom comes out on stage in dark blue overalls swinging a mop above his head like a madman. After ten seconds or so, he smashes the mop on the stage. Then he rips off the overalls and flings them aside revealing his wrestling attire, still thrashing his head and arms to the music. He "moshes" his way to the ring slapping the hands of fans along the way until he slides in under the bottom rope.
Christa Adina: Now entering the ring... from Pittsburgh, PA... standing 6' 3" and weighing 240 lbs... "The Cleaner" Billy Broooooooom!
Alecia Matthews: Billy Broom receiving a warm reception from this capacity crowd.
Daniel Knight: They’re just happy that someone will clean this place up after the matches.
ESSKEETIT by Lil Pump blasts through the arena speakers as KC Jones walks through the curtain to a chorus boos, though a peppering of cheers and cat calls can be heard through the majority noise. Half-way down the aisle, Jones drops to the floor and quickly pumps out ten pushups, before bouncing right back up and shouting into the camera.
KC Jones: Forget being a 10, I’m a perfect 11! Let’s go, Tokyo!
Jones bursts into a full run and laps the ring several times, turning his nose up at fans reaching out for a hand slap. After four laps, he stops at a set of stairs and begins doing jumping jacks as the boos from the crowd intensify in tone and volume.
Christa Adina: And his opponent, hailing from Hollywood, CA. out of Ottawa, Ontario, Canada...standing 6’1” and weighing in at 185 lbs…”The Keto Kiiiing” K-C JOOOOOOOONNNNESSSSSS!!!
Daniel Knight: Look at this man, what a role model for all of us!
Alecia Matthews: We get it, he’s in good shape, but this isn’t a crossfit session, it’s a wrestling match.
Daniel Knight: Just because you don’t have a chance with him, doesn’t mean you need to get nasty about it.
Alecia Matthews: Oh, brother…
After about forty jumping jacks, Jones quickly walks up the stairs and climbs between the ropes and walking to his corner. The ref looks to Jones and then to Broom, before signaling for the bell, which sounds with a hollow, booming refrain.
DING DING DING
The crowd settles as Broom stalks over to Jones, who grabs the ref and pulls him in front of him, backing into the corner and pointing at Broom.
Mathews: This is pathetic.
Daniel Knight: I know, Broom is trying to gain an unfair advantage on “The Keto Catch King”!
The ref pulls away from Jones and warns him about grabbing him, then turns to Billy and asks him to back away. Broom raises both hands and backs several feet away. Jones begins doing a variety of stretches as the crowd starts booing again.
Alecia Matthews: I can’t believe they gave this guy a twenty million dollar contract.
Daniel Knight: I know, right? They really got a deal. It shows you that KC Jones is about more than money.
Alecia Matthews: Yeah, money and exercise, apparently.
After several minutes of Jones detailed stretching routine, Broom approaches him again, only for Jones to bail out of the ring. The crowd’s booing intensifies as Broom throws his hands up in frustration. The ref attempts to calm him down as KC seems to spot something or someone of interest in the front row.
Daniel Knight: Is that Jenny Broom?
Alecia Matthews: Yes, it is. Nice Mesh shirt.
Daniel Knight: Further proof that Billy Broom is a terrible parent.
Alecia Matthews: Oh, stop it. Mesh is a great role model, especially for young girls.
Daniel Knight: Yeah, but if a middle-aged man sends her a friend request at three AM, suddenly he’s a creep.
Alecia Matthews: You need to go to bed earlier.
Daniel Knight: You’re right.
Jones approaches Jenny and begins berating her, pointing at her tub of popcorn. Jenny stands up from her seat and gives it right back to him. Jones begins to wilt as the crowd laughs and boos him, before he stomps his feet in a tantrum and slaps the tub of popcorn out of Jenny’s hand. The contents showers over several rows of fans as Jones smiles smugly.
Daniel Knight: Empty carbs, Alecia. KC just educated another clueless food addict.
Alecia Matthews: I think he’s about to eat more than his words.
Jones backs right into Billy Broom, who has fire in his eyes. He shoves Jones hard into the guardrail right in front of Jenny. Jones hits rib-first as the crowd cheers. A fan a few feet away hands Billy the now-empty tub of popcorn. He takes it and places it over the head of “The Keto Catch King” before peppering him with left and right hands to the face.
Alecia Matthews: Now this is more like it!
Daniel Knight: No! KC can’t have salt or butter!
Alecia Matthews: Everything in moderation, Daniel.
Billy grabs Jones by his right wrist and whips him towards the ring post. Jones slams into the post, his left shoulder and chest absorbing the majority of the impact. He grabs his chest and staggers back towards Billy, who explodes into Jones with a clothesline from hell that sends the tub of popcorn flying back into the crowd and sees KC landing hard on his right shoulder and neck before finally settling on his stomach. The crowd is on their feet now, cheering for Billy.
Alecia Matthews: I guess you could say that KC Jones just got his ‘just desserts’.
Daniel Knight: Alright, that was pretty good, but this isn’t the time for puns, “The Keto Catch King” just got folded in half!
Alecia Matthews: Like a taco.
Daniel Knight: There’s nothing funny about carbs, Alecia.
The ref is looking on in horror before shaking it off and ordering Billy back into the ring. Broom waves off the ref and picks Jones up, rolling him into the ring before following him in and hooking his far leg for the cover.
1…
2…
Jones gets his left shoulder up just in time as the crowd lets out a moan of disappointment. KC rolls onto his right side, clutching at his left shoulder and neck.
Alecia Matthews: I can’t believe he kicked out. That was one of the nastiest clotheslines that I’ve ever seen.
Daniel Knight: He’s all heart. A healthy, plaque-free heart.
Broom wastes no time locking on a headlock, wrenching down on the hold as Jones pounds the front of his boots on the mat in agony. The ref kneels down close to KC’s head and asks him if he submits, but he repeats ‘no’ over and over again through clenched teeth and moans of pain. Billy puts the bottoms of his boots on the mat and lifts his hips, applying even more leverage to the hold. Jones lets out an agonizing groan and begins stretching out his left leg towards the bottom rope.
Daniel Knight: Is that move even legal?!
Alecia Matthews: Daniel, it’s a headlock. It’s probably the first move invented.
Daniel Knight: Slavery was invented a long time ago, I guess you think that should be legal, too?!
Alecia Matthews: What in the hell are you talking about?
Daniel Knight: I don’t know. I’m running on an hour of sleep.
Alecia Matthews: What a creep.
Billy bridges his hips up as high as he can as Jones tries in vain to reach the bottom rope. His face wears a look of panic as his eyes dart back and forth and his right hand reaches out, as if he is about to tap. Suddenly, Jones lets out a pained roar, wraps his arms around Billy’s waist and pulls him over his own body, rolling Broom up, bridging his own hips and holding Broom’s shoulders to the mat.
1…
2…
Broom kicks out, releasing the headlock to do so as KC collapses out of his bridge and again grasps his neck and shoulder area. The crowd is pleased that Billy escape the pin, starting a chant of, “CLEANER!” that quickly infects the entire crowd.
Alecia Matthews: I’ll give credit where credit is due, KC Jones was in a no-win situation, but somehow found a way.
Daniel Knight: That was three!
Alecia Matthews: Not even close.
Daniel Knight: If that ref was on keto, he would have been healthy enough to count faster.
Broom is again back on Jones, lifting him up by his neck. Broom backs KC into the corner and whips him towards the opposite side, following a step behind him and crushing Jones into the corner with a clothesline across his chest. Broom grabs Jones by his right wrist and sends him to the corner he just came from, again following right behind, crushing him into the corner again with a powerful clothesline to KC’s already reddening chest.
Daniel Knight: Come on, KC! This guy must have at least twenty percent body fat!
Alecia Matthews: Do you even follow a keto diet?
Daniel Knight: Of course. “The Keto Catch King” is a personal friend of mine.
Alecia Matthews: Have you lost weight on it?
Daniel Knight: Oh, yeah. I’ve lost fifteen pounds in two days.
Alecia Matthews: Wow. Is that healthy?
Daniel Knight: No, Alecia. No, it isn’t.
Broom lifts Jones up and sits him on the top turnbuckle before climbing up with him and hooking him in a suplex position. Billy tries to lift Jones vertically, but KC hooks his boots around the turnbuckle. Broom tries again, but again is blocked. Jones begins laying in stiff elbows into the ribs of Broom before shoving him backwards off of the turnbuckle, causing him to crash back-first to the canvas.
Daniel Knight: That’s what an obsessive avoidance of potatoes and bread will get you!
Alecia Matthews: Didn’t I see you in catering eating french fries and crying earlier?
Daniel Knight: No. I wasn’t crying. And those weren’t french fries, they were steak fries, so they’re fine.
Alecia Matthews: You realize that steak fries aren’t actually made from steak, right?
Daniel Knight: Right, and I guess the Rocky Mountain oysters I had with them weren’t oysters? Nice try.
Jones stands up on the top turnbuckle and balances himself as Broom makes it back to his feet, just as Jones does a front-flip from the top rope and connects with a dropkick to the forehead of Broom, sending him hard to the canvas. The ref puts his hands on his head in disbelief as the crowd lets out sounds of amazement.
Alecia Matthews: Incredible! I’ve seen thousands of dropkicks, but I’ve never seen anything quite like that.
Daniel Knight: I don’t feel so good.
Alecia Matthews: I think I have some TUMS in my purse.
Daniel Knight: Are they keto friendly?
Alecia Matthews: Oh my God…
Jones scrambles over to Broom and lays an arms over his chest.
1…
2…
Broom gets a shoulder up to the thrill of the crowd. Jones is up quickly, cursing as he holds his neck. He lifts Broom up, only to receive a forearm to his temple for his trouble. KC fires back with a forearm of his own, rocking Broom in the forehead where a red knot has risen up from the impact of KC’s dropkick. The two begin to trade forearms, each shot being returned slower than the last, taking their toll on both men. Jones breaks the stalemate by kicking at Broom’s midsection, only to have his left leg caught under Billy’s right arm. Broom motions to grab KC, but is struck by an enziguri. A sick, thunderous clap rings out in the arena as Broom falls face-first onto the canvas.
Alecia Matthews: What an exchange by these athletes, but Jones got the better of it with that enziguri.
Daniel Knight: Please don’t talk about food right now.
Alecia Matthews: What? You mean, enziguri?
Daniel Knight: Yeah. No offense to Mexican cuisine.
Jones straddles Broom’s body and locks his arms around his wrist, slowly lifting him from the mat, growling through clenched teeth at the pain in his neck and shoulder.
Alecia Matthews: Unbelievable display of power by Jones!
Daniel Knight: I think those oysters were bad. They tasted funny.
Jones stalls for a few seconds at the top of the arc before snapping Broom backwards to the mat, his neck and shoulders taking the brunt of the impact. Jones bridges with the german suplex and keeps Billy’s shoulders pressed to the mat.
1…
2…
Broom manages to lift his right shoulder to the relief of the Tokyo Dome crowd.
Alecia Matthews: Oh, no, not again.
Daniel Knight: What? I thought it would settle my stomach.
Alecia Matthews: Are you...are you eating?
Daniel Knight: Don’t judge me!
Alecia Matthews: I was talking about KC Jones going for another german suplex.
Daniel Knight: Oh, yeah. The guy is unstoppable.
Jones rolls through the suplex, keeping his arms locked tightly around Broom’s waist and again lifts him from the mat slowly, holding him at the arc, and then driving his shoulders to the mat for a second time. Jones pops his hips and holds the bridge once again.
1…
2…
Broom again manages to pop a shoulder up, the crowd now standing at the display of athleticism and determination from both men.
Alecia Matthews: My God, he’s going for a third!
Daniel Knight: Don’t exaggerate, this is only my second helping.
Alecia Matthews: There’s no helping you, Daniel.
Jones rolls through the suplex again and attempts to lift Billy a third time, but struggles as Broom begins laying back elbows into the side of KC’s face. Jones sits Broom down, but attempts to lift him up again, only to receive more elbows to the face. Jones sits Broom down again, only to let out a defiant roar and lift him again, stalling at the arc.
Alecia Matthews: Broom is doing his damndest to fight off that third german, but KC Jones is a man possessed.
Daniel Knight: You can’t outwork a bad diet.
Alecia Matthews: What are you talking about?!
Daniel Knight: I think I just threw up in my mouth.
Broom explodes from the arc of the german suplex and spikes Jones’ head into the canvas with a bulldog to a thunderous cheer from the crowd.
Alecia Matthews: Billy Broom will not die!
Daniel Knight: I think I’m dying.
Alecia Matthews: If keto doesn’t kill you, Lila Sleater probably will.
Broom rolls over, extending his left arm over KC’s chest.
1…
2…
Jones defiantly pulls his shoulder from the canvas, rolling over onto his stomach. As both men lay in the ring, glistening with sweat and enduring great physical pain, the capacity crowd begins a rhythmic clap, celebrating their efforts and attempting to revive the warriors.
Alecia Matthews: This Tokyo Dome crowd showing their appreciation for both men. This is the WFWF!
Daniel Knight: What a mat--
Sounds of vomiting are heard, accompanied by the thud of Daniel’s headset hitting the announce table.
Alecia Matthews: Can we get someone out here to clean him up? I don’t feel like it would be appropriate to ask Billy Broom to lend a hand right now.
Both men make it to their knees, both obviously weary from taking amazing punishment. Billy slams a forearm into the temple of Jones, but receives one back almost immediately. The men begin to trade forearms at a ferocious pace that defies their condition. The crowd is still standing, their clapping replaced with cheers.
Daniel Knight: I’m fine. I’m fine.
Alecia Matthews: You don’t look so hot.
Daniel Knight: Oh, trust me, I am. I think I might have a fever.
Billy interrupts the plethora of forearms with a sudden and violent headbutt that splits the bridge of KC’s nose. Jones teters on his knees, a stream of blood making a path from his nose and down his right cheek.
Daniel Knight: Oh, God, not blood.
Alecia Matthews: Maybe you don’t have the stomach for professional wrestling.
Daniel Knight: I’m not sure I have a stomach, period.
Billy rises to his feet, guiding Jones up with him and whips him towards the ropes, but Jones reverses the whip and sends Broom into the ropes instead. Just as Broom nears him, KC jumps up, wrapping his legs around Billy’s head for a frankensteiner, but Broom braces his hands against Jones’ chest and drives him to the mat with a pop-up powerbomb, collapsing on top of Jones.
1…
2…
3!
Christa Adina: Ladies and gentlemen… the winner of the match… the Cleaner Billy Broooooommm!
“Gimme Chocolate” by Babymetal rips through the arena speakers as the crowd erupts in cheers. Billy rolls off of the prone body of KC Jones and into a sitting position. The ref lifts Billy’s right arm and points at him with a look of appreciation and disbelief.
Alecia Matthews: What a match! Both men fought their hearts out, but in the end, Billy Broom swept up the victory.
Daniel Knight: Nice.
Alecia Matthews: Really?
Daniel Knight: Yeah. I want your last memory of me to be a positive one.
Jenny hops the guardrail and runs up the stairs, ducking under the middle rope and kneeling beside her Father. She has a huge smile on her face as she helps him to his feet. The two embrace as the crowd’s cheering intensifies.
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Alecia Matthews: The tournament is going much better than expected, isn’t it Daniel?
Daniel Knight: The fans sure have enjoyed what they’ve seen so far. Chris Priceless and Billy Broom have moved on to the next round which will take place in Mexico City. Who will join them in the semi-finals?
Alecia Matthews: We’ll find out soon enough as we have newcomer Shuggy versus a returning sober Sean Casey up next. But first, we have some backstage footage of Sean Casey preparing for his match.
Daniel Knight: Is that confirmed? I’m not sure I can handle another dance lesson.
Alecia Matthews: Let’s go to the locker room and find out.
The camera cuts to the view of two hands pulling tight on the black laces of a black boot before tying them and finishing with a double knot for good measure. The camera pans back steadily to reveal “The Violent Gentleman” Sean Casey. The crowd gives a loud and largely positive response, though a smattering of boos are noticeable. He is fully dressed in his ring attire, ready for his match.
He stands up from a wooden bench and walks over to a locker, retrieving a roll of black athletic tape and begins wrapping it around his left wrist just as Lila Sleater walks into frame to cheers from the crowd and a few catcalls. The camera moves to a side view of them both.
Lila Sleater: You look even better than the last time I saw you. Sobriety looks good on you, Sean.
Sean gives a knowing smirk before tearing the tape with his teeth and wringing his wrist with the other hand to ensure the tape adhered. He begins taping the other wrist, his head still down, staring at his work.
Lila Sleater: You’ve really held up your end of our bargain, Sean. You’ve been to AA meetings everyday since we re-signed you six months ago. You’ve stayed out of trouble, gotten into phenomenal condition, and from all reports, are a much easier person to be around.
Sean tears the tape with his teeth and wrings his wrist again before tossing the roll of tape back into the locker and finally lifting his head, giving Lila his full attention.
Sean Casey: Why do I feel like there is a ‘but’ coming?
Sleater bites her bottom lip as she tries to suppress a smile.
Lila Sleater: I’m sorry. I don’t mean to take pleasure in your foreboding. You’re right, there is one more thing that I have to ask you to do.
Sean runs his fingers through his thick, black hair and then places his hands on his hips.
Sean Casey: Alright. Let’s have it.
Lila Sleater: It’s just that you’re doing so well, and a sober Sean Casey is so good for the WFWF. I need to ensure that you stay on the right track.
He lets out a long sigh.
Sean Casey: And how do you plan to do that?
Lila Sleater: Two words: Accountability buddy.
Sean gives her a look of disbelief and confusion.
Sean Casey: Accountability buddy? Like a sponsor in AA? I have one already.
Sleater waves him off.
Lila Sleater: Yes, but that sponsor can’t be on the road with you. They don’t understand the life of a professional wrestler. That’s why I’ve decided to assign you an accountability buddy from the WFWF roster.
Sean throws up his hands in frustration.
Sean Casey: So, what, you’re going to have Daniel Knight keep tabs on me or something?
Sleater shakes her head.
Sean Casey: Not that Janitor guy, right?
Lila Sleater: No, don’t be silly.
Sean gives a pondering look before a devilish smile crawls over his lips.
Sean Casey: Alecia Matthews? I think I could live with that.
She playfully slaps Sean on the shoulder.
Lila Sleater: Let me introduce you to them right now.
The door to Sean’s locker room flies open, Sean’s eyes grow wide, his mouth open. Lila looks on with a smirk on her face as the colorful, vibrant, pixie of positivity Mesh bolts towards Sleater and the perplexed Sean.
Sean Casey: Please tell me you’re joking.
Lila Sleater: What’s wrong with Mesh?
Sean stares at Mesh in disbelief – not sure what to make of her appearance.
Lila Sleater: She’s the most trustworthy person here.
Mesh approaches him.
Mesh: Hi! We’ve never met before, but I really hope this experience will keep you on the right path. I don’t know anyone that’s had substance issues before, but I can only imagine how hard it must be.
Sean isn’t moving.
Mesh: But I hope to also make a friend too! I’ve never been put in a position like this, so you can guarantee that I’m going to take this seriously. Who knows, it might even be fun!
He looks back at Sleater who does nothing but smile. Sean’s mind is telling him no, no, no.
Mesh: Now Ms. Sleater went ahead and provided me with all of your information, this way we’ll always be in touch.
Sean’s eyes nearly bulge out of his skull, looking at Sleater with utter despair.
Mesh: You can text me or call me whenever you feel like talking. I’ll make sure to check on you once or twice a week, preferably in the afternoons.
Lila Sleater: I trust that you’ll confide in her, Sean?
No answer, which means yes.
Lila Sleater: Now that we’ve got you two situated, I think we should leave Sean here alone. I wouldn’t want him to get too excited.
Mesh: Okay, but first - can we take a selfie together?
With Sean still confused and unsure about the situation, Mesh and Sleater stand around him as Mesh pulls out her phone and snaps a picture to share on all her social media accounts.
Mesh: So, I’ll check on you tomorrow morning okay?
Mesh skips out of frame as Sean slowly sinks down to the wooden bench again, slowly shaking his head in disbelief. Lila Sleater pats him on back as the crowd laughs and cheers throughout the dome.
Alecia Matthews: Well that certainly is an interesting development. What do you think Daniel?
The only answer Alecia gets is the shuffling of papers.
Alecia Matthews: Earth to Daniel, are you there?
Daniel Knight: Sorry Alecia, I was checking my notes to see if Mesh had been added to the main event.
Alecia Matthews: What?
Daniel Knight: She’s been everywhere else tonight so I thought for sure the main event was now a triple threat: Drakz versus Tugarin Zmey versus Mesh.
Alecia Matthews: You can be such an idiot. Looks like you’re getting saved from further embarrassment by the bell as our next match is about to start.
The opening chords of You Won’t Know by Brand New let the crowd know of the Violent Gentleman’s imminent arrival. There are boos, murmurings and secluded cheers, filling the arena with nervous tension. As the chorus kicks in, Sean Casey emerges from the back, a black hoodie over his gear, zipped up to the neck, the hood covering his head and hanging to the middle of his nose. On the back, in white, reads simply, “Violence is my pleasure.”
Sean cuts a medium pace to the ring, walks up the steps, wipes his boots on the apron and steps through the ropes. He unzips his hoodie and pushes the hood back and off of his head before removing the hoodie completely, tossing it over the top rope to the floor. He cracks his knuckles and neck, walking to the far corner and leaning his back against it as his music fades out.
Christa Adina: Introducing first, from Calgary, Alberta, Canada and weighing in at 239 pounds… “The Violent Gentleman” Sean Caaasssseeeyyy!
Destination Venus hits as, on the titantron, a clumsily drawn cartoon flying saucer begins darting around the screen. It eventually settles in the middle of the screen and from the drawing comes a cartoon ray of light that 'illuminates' the scribbled name 'Shuggy'. Simultaneously a ray of light shines down on the stage where the wee man himself appears, arms stretched out wide, clearly enjoying being the centre of attention. The youngster takes a moment to soak up the response he receives from the WFWF fans, before proceeding to peg it down the ramp as fast as his wee legs'll take him.
Migraine inducing orange and green lights rapidly flash around the arena, as Shuggy slide into the centre of the ring to a great response from the kids, women and families in the audience and a decidedly less enthusiastic response from the WFWF’s main demographic. ‘The Wee Green Man’ climbs onto the second rope, throws up the Vulcan Salute, and finally hops down, ready for his opponent.
Christa Adina: And his opponent, hailing from Glasgow, Scotland and weighing in at 175 pounds… Shuuuggggggyyy!
Daniel Knight: So that’s a Shuggy. I’m not impressed. He looks like a barista who tells people he’s a musician because he knows three chords on the guitar.
Alecia Matthews: Shuggy is a student… disciple… friend… oh I’m not sure quite what he is to Joe Bishop but the fact is the two know each other. I’m sure some of Joe’s skill and wisdom has rubbed off on the bonnie Scot.
Daniel Knight: As long as it’s not that revolution crap. We had enough of that from Frank Lynn and look how he turned out.
Alecia Matthews: The referee has signaled for the bell. Here we go with match number three of the tournament: Shuggy versus “The Violent Gentleman” Sean Casey!
DING DING DING
The Violent Gentlemen tries to satisfy his violent urges immediately charging at the very apprehensive Shuggy. Shuggy is a blur of red hair as he ducks and dodges Casey’s constant forward push. The crowd actually laughs as the slightly quicker Scot makes the larger Canadian look some what foolish as he avoids every attempted punch, kick, or grab by Casey.
Casey stops in the middle of the ring and looks at the ref, pleading with his eyes to make him stop running and fight. The referee shrugs. Shuggy starts to feel his oats and taunts Casey. “What’s wrong? You cannae catch me mate!”
Casey charges again going for a clothesline. Shuggy ducks under, then reaches back and grabs Casey by the neck, dropping him with a neckbreaker. Shuggy quickly moves away and lets Casey get back to his feet.
As soon as Casey is up, Shuggy flies at him hitting a spinning heel kick. Casey staggers but does not fall. Shuggy sweeps Casey’s legs taking him dow to the mat, then quickly springboards off the ropes for an Asai moonsault. He goes for a sloppy cover, not bothering to hook a leg.
1… 2…
Casey kicks out!
Alecia Matthews: This is interesting. The much younger and relatively green Shuggy is making Casey look bad, playing a game of hit and run with him.
Daniel Knight: But he has yet to do any serious damage. Just hit until Casey gets his hands on Shuggy. Then we’ll see some pain and punishment.
Shuggy jumps back and resumes his hit and run tactics, much to the growing frustration of the Violent Gentleman. Shuggy works on Casey’s legs, darting in for one or two quick kicks to the thigh before he backs away avoiding any retaliation from Casey.
Then Shuggy runs at Casey, feints another kick only to run past Casey, springboard off the ropes and hit a cross body block. Casey catches Shuggy and holds him in the air, smiling for the crowd before tossing Shuggy over his head in a fall away slam.
Alecia Matthews: I’m not sure Casey did a very good job studying his opponent. If he did, then he would know Shuggy is light on his feet like a cat. Look at how Shuggy landed on his feet taking no damage at all from the fall away slam.
Casey turns to see Shuggy smile and wave at him. Casey’s smile disappears. Shuggy comes at Casey and attempts to kick him in the stomach but Casey catches his foot and keeps hold. Shuggy hops around on one leg trying not to fall. Casey spins Shuggy around and connects with a vicious clothesline from hell.
Casey goes for a nonchalant cover.
1… 2…
Shuggy kicks out! Casey gets up, dragging Shuggy by the hair to his feet as well. He hits several chops to the chest, then whips Shuggy into the ropes. Shuggy rebounds back to Casey who flips him over with a back body drop followed by an elbow drop.
Daniel Knight: There you go. Sean Casey finally got his hands on Shuggy and is taking charge.
Alecia Matthews: Shuggy looked good for a while but it might have been beginner’s luck. We’ll get to see hat he’s really made of as he has to counter and escape Casey’s hold on him.
Casey grabs Shuggy’s arm and yanks it behind his back into a hammer lock, driving his knees into Shuggy’s shoulder several times. Then he stretches the arm out and puts Shuggy in an arm bar and twisting violently until Shuggy grunts and moans in pain. Casey keeps the torque on the arm while every once in a while dropping a forearm smash to the back of the elbow or the shoulder.
Shuggy struggles to one knee and Casey responds by draping Shuggy’s arm over his own shoulder and yanking down, almost popping Shuggy’s arm out of his shoulder. Shuggy grunts, then forces his way back to his feet. He tries to flip over to reduce break the hold but Casey keeps twisting.
Then Casey Drags Shuggy towards the corner, glancing behind himself so he can climb the ropes and walk along the top rope before diving off to hit Shuggy in the face with the “old school knee to face”. Shuggy crashes down to the mat face first, spit flying out of his mouth from the impact.
Daniel Knight: That’s what I call an impact maneuver! Shuggy’s gonna’ feel that in the morning.
Alecia Matthews: He’s feeling it right now! Casey is using his superior size and strength to wear down Shuggy.
Casey stands behind Shuggy, still on his knees, and rains down cross face forearms on Shuggy. When Shuggy seems suitably dazed, Casey releases his grip on Shuggy’s hair, runs the ropes, and hits a hard running knee to the back of Shuggy’s head. The fans groan in sympathy as the blow almost knocks Shuggy out.
Casey rolls Shuggy over to his back and covers him.
1… 2…
Shuggy kicks out!
Daniel Knight: Close call for Shuggy. Casey doesn’t seem to mind though as he is smiling now.
Alecia Matthews: The sadist always loves a chance to inflict more pain. Casey is making the most of his return to the WFWF.
Daniel Knight: He shouldn’t have to work too hard. Shuggy is like a red head male version of Mesh.
Alecia Matthews: What do you mean?
Daniel Knight: He’s small, annoying, and overrated. Just like Mesh.
Alecia Matthews: Oh really? You know who else is small, annoying, and overrated? YOU!
Daniel Knight: Sticks and stones Alecia.
Casey whips Shuggy into the ropes, then charges at him to deliver a crushing knee to the gut just as Shuggy bounces off the ropes. Casey drops Shuggy with a DDT, tries to roll him over for a cover. Shuggy fights back, landing a lucky elbow to Casey’s jaw and then rolls under the ropes and falls out of the ring.
Casey looks down at Shuggy, leaning against the apron shaking his head and regaining his senses. Casey slides out of the ring and grabs Shuggy’s head trying to smash it into the ring apron. Shuggy resists with all his strength, surprising Casey with his grit. Then Shuggy hits a back elbow smash to Casey’s jaw.
Casey steps back from Shuggy, assessing the situation and rethinking his offense. Shuggy jumps onto the ring apron, then leaps backwards off the apron to hit moonsault! Casey hits his head on the security barrier on his way down. Shuggy bounces up and revels in the crowd reaction.
THAT WAS AWESOME! THAT WAS AWESOME!
Alecia Matthews: Shuggy is living up to his reputation as someone who likes to throw his body on top of other human beings.
Daniel Knight: Yeah sure, the “Wee Green Man” likes to fly. Flying is easy. It’s the landings that’ll kill you.
Alecia Matthews: If that’s your way of saying high risk, high reward then I agree.
Shuggy climbs into the ring and breaks up the ref’s count, then climbs up to the top turnbuckle and eyes up his downed opponent. Casey slowly gets to his feet and looks around for a moment, confused and unsure where Shuggy is. Then his gaze drifts upward… just in time to see Shuggy once again fly through the air and smack him in the head with a double axe handle smash.
Shuggy again pops immediately back to his feet and celebrates to the cheers of the crowd, soaking in the cheer and exchanging high fives with a few lucky fans. Then he turns back to Casey who is using the security barrier to pull himself back to his feet.
Casey charges at Shuggy going for a clothesline but Shuggy ducks under it and Casey’s arm instead clotheslines the ring post.
Alecia Matthews: Yet another wrestler learns that in the battle of flesh versus steel, steel always wins.
Daniel Knight: The way Casey is holding his arm has me worried. He might be seriously injured.
Daniel’s hyperbole aside, Casey’s arm is hurting him but it is not seriously injured and the match continues. Shuggy, hearing the ref once again counting to twenty, hops back into the ring and holds the ropes open while beckoning to Casey to get back in the ring as well.
Casey gets up on the apron and faces Shuggy, refusing to enter the ring until Shuggy backs away. The ref steps in and asks Shuggy to give Casey room to enter the ring. Shuggy starts to back away but Casey jabs his hand out and poke shim in the eye, an action completely missed by the referee who had his back turned to Casey.
Casey then leaps over the ropes and takes Shuggy down with a sunset flip, holding on to his legs for a quick cover.
1… 2…
Shuggy grabs the bottom rope and the ref stops his count, forcing Casey to let Shuggy up.
Daniel Knight: Casey’s veteran instincts took over and he almost got Shuggy there.
Alecia Matthews: You call poking his opponent in the eye “veteran instincts”? Wow. Just wow.
Casey whips Shuggy into the ropes and sets up for a back body drop. Shuggy flips over and rolls across Casey’s back to land on his feet. Then Shuggy kicks the back of Casey’s knee dropping him down to a kneeling position. Shuggy kicks out again, a big roundhouse kick that connects with Casey’s temple and knocks the bigger man the rest of the way down to the mat.
Shuggy sees Casey lying still and here’s the roar of the crowd. Like a junkie jonesing for one more fix, he signals to the top rope and the crowd responds.
ONE MORE TIME! ONE MORE TIME! ONE MORE TIME!
Alecia Matthews: The crowd is urging Shuggy to do another high risk move. And it looks like he is going to oblige.
Daniel Knight: Of course he will, because pleasing the fans is what every great superstar does, right? If it works for Mesh then it will work for anybody.
Oblivious to Daniel’s snide remarks, Shuggy leaps onto the top turnbuckle prompting more cheers from the fans. He points at Casey still immobile on the mat and the crowd roars. Then he leaps into the air, twisting and turning delivering a picture perfect corkscrew shooting star press onto Casey!
Alecia Matthes: ANTI-GRAVITY! The move we’ve heard a lot about but until now have never seen! Incredible!
Daniel Knight: Yay. I’m so excited. Come on Casey, kick out. Don’t let me and all the other real men watching down. You can’t lose to this silly leprechaun.
Alecia Matthews: Leprechauns are Irish you nitwit. Shuggy is Scottish.
Shuggy goes for the cover.
1… 2… 3!
And Shuggy gets the win in one of the shortest and least spectacular matches of the night, mainly because when you have five matches and only three match writers some one is gonna’ get the short end of the stick. [Editors note: Yes, that’s an unabashed plug for people to write more matches!]
Shuggy bounces around the ring celebrating, frustrating the referee who wants him to hold still long enough that he can raise his arm and thereby finish his official duties for the night.
Christa Adina: Ladies and gentleman, violent or otherwise, the winner of the match… Shuuuggggggyyy!
Christa humourous addition to her usual end of match announcement draws a few laughs form the crowd and a stern look from “the Violent Gentlemen” Sean Casey, now sitting on the ring apron looking none too happy that he lost the match and is out of the tournament in the first round.
Daniel Knight: Dammit, Casey lost. Err… oops… I mean yay for the leprechaun. Shuggy gets the win in his debut match and moves on in the tournament.
Alecia Matthews: Shuggy may be a friend of Joe Bishop but he certainly has his own style and it was enough to send the Violent Gentleman home for tea and crumpets. Grats to the newest winning member of the WFWF roster. He’s one to watch going forward in the tournament.
Daniel Knight: If you say so. If we’re really lucky, maybe we’ll get to see a blue haired pixie versus a red haired leprechaun in Mexico City.
Alecia Matthews: I think that’s a match a lot of our fans would love to see. I know I would. In any case, Shuggy now joins Chris Priceless and Billy Broom in the semi-finals.
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Post by King Richius on Aug 20, 2018 4:05:04 GMT -5
The ring has been dressed up with a red carpet, a table draped in black velvet, two luxurious leather chairs, and one beautiful woman in a smart but sexy business suit.
Lila paces around the ring waiting for her cue.
Alecia Matthews: It’s time to take a break from the action in the tournament for the most highly anticipated non-match event since our last contract signing featuring Frank Lynn and Trace Demon.
Daniel Knight: Indeed Alecia. This time it’s International Champion Frank Lynn and number one contender Ante Whitner putting their John Hancocks on the contract that will renew one of the great rivalries of 2017.
Lila Sleater: Greetings Tokyo! *cheap pop* We have to take a short break from the wrestling but don’t you worry, we have more great tournament matches and a main event sure to please coming up after I deal with a business matter. Last year two men had a rivalry that many said was the best of 2017. I’m talking about Ante Whitner and Frank Lynn. They met multiple times in major matches… a six man ladder match at SuperBrawl, an Ultimate Gauntlet match, a PPV triple threat, and more… often with a title on the line. The history between these two men is well known and played no small part in Ante Whitner being named the number one contender to Frank Lynn’s International Championship. That’s why I am positive that a rematch for them will be a highlight of the World Domination Tour at our next stop in Mexico City. Without any further ado, let’s get them out here and get this contract signed!
The lights dim and the epic orchestral rendition of "Gangsta's Paradise" hammers the arena with a large thud. Ante Whitner steps into view, dressed in his usual attire of camo pants tucked into his boots and a t-shirt emblazoned with his image and the words “The Redeemer”. He walks to the ring with a no nonsense aura of let’s get down to business about him. The Japanese crowd gives him a mixed reaction, as they aren’t sure what to make of his new found western religious cause. Ante enters the ring, nods to Lila, and stands in a corner of the ring waiting for Frank Lynn to enter the scene.
The lights still dimmed, Ante’s music fades and is replaced by the sonic guitar feedback of “Anthem of the Space”. Frank Lynn appears on the stage in his street clothes: Brown leather bomber jacket, plain black t-shirt, jeans, hiking boots. The international Championship belt is strapped around his waist. Frank takes a moment to open the jacket offering everyone a clear view of the title to a warm reaction from the crowd who appreciate his “fighting champion” stance. Then he walks to the ring never once taking his eyes off Ante Whitner. He climbs the ring steps, enters between the middle and top rope, take this eyes off Ante long enough to offer a quick handshake to Lila, and turns to face Ante once again.
Alecia Matthews: You need a chainsaw to cut the tension. There is no love lost between Ante and Frank, none whatsoever.
Daniel Knight: As it should be between two top competitors in the WFWF. Hugs and tears are for losers, not champions.
Alecia Matthews: Shut up before you get yourself in more trouble.
Ante sits and folds his arms with a smirk on his face. The two are staring at each other, Ante looking more comfortable and relaxed than Frank. Ante grabs his mic first.
Ante Whitner: Foretold by the Gospel itself, I find myself in the shoes of a challenger yet again! I am a challenger in a mighty gladiatorial battle, tested by the grace of God and our righteous wills. Frank Lynn, you are my latest in line for atonement and redemption in the eyes of the Lord. You are my sword, my hellfire, bent on a spiritual quest of infinite proportions.
Lila Sleater: Ante, please.
Ante Whitner: Lila, as the Bible reads, “the wisest of women builds her house, but folly with her own hands tears it down.” Exit yourself from my conversation with Mr. Lynn and you shall be spared from God’s wrath.
The crowd erupts in cheers, followed by a couple of gasps and inaudible talking. Lila angrily backs away as Frank grabs his mic.
Frank Lynn: You know what Ante? I only understood half the s*** to come out of your mouth before. Now that you’re doing the whole Moses coming down from the mountain bit I understand even less. Can I get an “amen” brother?
The crowd responds to Frank’s sarcastic prompt with an extremely loud “AMEN!”
Ante Whitner: Funny. You say “amen”, but there’s no prayer, not even a Holy Mary. To me, that’s beyond comprehension and sounds more like heresy than logic. Lord, have mercy on your soul.
Frank Lynn: Whatever… One thing I did understand is something you said at Back to Basics. You told me the reason you sat around with your thumbs up your @$$ doing nothing with the Golden Opportunity for an ENTIRE YEAR is that you were afraid of David Brennan. Those weren’t your exact words but it is damn sure what you meant when you called it “suicide” to cash in the briefcase for your opportunity at the International Title that was at the time in Brennan’s possession.
Frank pauses as a murmur spreads throughout the crowd. More than a few hear the truth in Frank’s words.
Ante Whitner: Suicide is the most selfish of all fates, even old Ante knew that. Colloquially, time is the healer of wounds. To old Ante, time was a neverending waterboard, locking him up in the gates of Hell for a judgement day that would never come. I was robbed Mr. Lynn, robbed of my right to break the chains and finally face a day where I would suffer no more. That day never came because of you and as result, I retreated. But, here I am, with a Bible and sword in my hand ready to cast my vengeance and guide you on a path of redemption.
Frank Lynn: Bulls**t. The reason you went away… AGAIN… is that you had to watch me do something with the Golden Opportunity in less than three hours that you were too scared to even try for a year! Turns out it wasn’t suicide after all. It really was my golden ticket to this… the International Championship! It could have been yours but you squandered away your opportunity out of fear. I wasn’t afraid. I took my opportunity and made the most of it… right in front of you! That had to be an emasculating experience for you to go through.
The crowd cheers, showing the reigning International Champion some love. Ante stares angrily at Frank.
Ante Whitner: Let me take you back two years ago when I won the Golden Opportunity and set myself on course. It was you and I, on top of a ladder, duking it out to see who would get the golden briefcase. I was not emasculated my friend, you were thrown off by a Leeroy Jenkins, a man without a face as you saw me smile at you. I tore the briefcase off of it’s clip and laughed at your body, seeing tears stream down as you watched a man, as comparable as you, reach closer to God than ever before. I was divine that night, many a celebrations in order. What did you do that night? Your nutsack shriveled up for an entire year until you worked up the courage to cry about it in the ring and get your birthday wish. THAT’S emasculation, emasculation to the point your manager refused to be by your side tonight.
The crowd cheers, shouting “AMEN!” for Ante. Frank looks visibly upset.
Lila Sleater: Huh?
Frank simply looks at Ante with an expression on his face that might as well be the letters “WTF” written on his forehead.
Ante Whitner: You are the usurper, unqualified and absurd! You are a fool my friend, an absolute fool. I am the heir to the International Title and you are mocking me with your continued lunacy. Come Mexico City, your title will belong to it’s divine holder, the worthy one. With it, I will show you the light and a righteous path towards reattaching your genitals.
“AMEN!” “AMEN!” “AMEN!”
Frank Lynn: Ha. So now you’re back in the WFWF with a new pep in your step, I’m the International Champion instead of David Brennan, and you want to step up to the plate. Not a smart move. I may not be David Brennan, few men are after all, but you should still be afraid… very, very afraid. This is my title now and I’m going to defend it to my last breath. Comprendé amigo? I’ll see you in Mexico City.
Frank calmly signs the contract, holds the belt up high for Ante and the fans to get one more good look at it, backs away to lean against the ropes, and observe Ante’s reaction. Ante signs, smiles, and much like his old self, stands up against him. The two stare down each other until Lila Sleater, in the background, splits them up.
Ante Whitner: Are you with me or not Frank? I am your savior.
Ante laughs as Frank pushes him away.
Frank Lynn: I’m not the one who needs saving.
Frank gives Ante one last death glare before stepping out of the ring and walking away.
Daniel Knight: Wait.. what? That’s it? No fight? Nobody got slammed through a table? What is the WFWf coming to when all that happens at a contract signing is a contract gets signed?
Alecia Matthews: Cool your jets there Daniel. Ante and Frank are obviously saving it for their match. Once the bell rings you can be sure they will try to tear each other apart. I find it refreshing that for once a segment didn’t end in anarchy and bloodshed.
Daniel Knight: Lame. So f’n lame.
Alecia Matthews: We still have Drakz versus Tugarin Zmey later tonight. I’m sure you’ll get your fill of violence from that match.
Daniel Knight: At least Mesh didn’t find a way to sneak her pointy blue haired head into the contract signing. Too bad her match is up next. Haven’t we seen enough of her already tonight.
Alecia Matthews: I’m going to enjoy hearing you call the action for Mesh vs Lance Rodriguez. I know we’re supposed to be impartial but I really want to see you eat some crow as Mesh once agains dances her way to victory.
Daniel Knight: In your dreams… and my nightmares.
The arena lights dim, a quad of spotters searching across the crowd as the opening fanfare of Boston Lights echoes throughout the arena. Lance Rodriguez casually steps out from behind the curtain, walking into the glow of a pair of lights shining down upon the stage. He surveys the audience, casually strolling in place to take in either side of the arena, before finally throwing his threes into the air as the music picks up, cueing a concussive blast and a sparkling spray of fireworks behind him.
Christa Adina: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Making his return to the WFWF by way of Boston, Massachusetts, weighing in at two hundred and twenty-eight pounds…..Lance Rodriguez!
Now at peak energy, he stomps down to the ring, slapping the hands of any outstretched fans along the way as he hypes himself up for the match. Climbing the steps at ringside, he arrogantly leans back, hanging on to the corner post as her once again surveys the crowd, smiling wide as he takes in their reaction. Catapulting himself over the top rope, he slingshots into the ring, spinning across the mat, arms stretched wide as he climbs the furthest corner. Once again throwing his threes into the air, he hops down off the ropes onto the mat, bouncing in place as the music fades.
The arena goes dark and bright colored lights flash throughout. As the colorful lights circle above, more lights rise from the ground and move in sync, forwards and backwards. As the song continues to build, the light moves faster, flashing rapidly. The crowd starts getting into the song, the lights suddenly start to flash and flicker, painting the arena. The lights themselves are moving in sync to the beat of the song. From behind the curtain comes out Mesh, wearing her hoodie and surgical mask. As soon as the crowd sees her, they pop! She comes out dancing to the beat of the song, breakdancing and shuffling.
Christa Adina: And his opponent, from Los Angeles, California, weighing in at one hundred and twenty-four pounds…..Mesh!
She poses for the crowd, raising her hands in the arms and pumping it up! As she walks down the ramp, she continues to shuffle, holding her arms out to high five some of the party people in the crowd. She suddenly stops, points and pops! She hasn't lost a step as she keeps in rhythm. The crowd mimics her every move! She runs through the bottom ropes, breakdances back to her feet and pose for the crowd; hands up in the air as she stands atop the turnbuckle!
After jumping off from the turnbuckle, she does another dance in the middle of the ring and then stops which results in the crowd going nuts!
DING! DING! DING!
Right off the bat, the two competitors shake hands. They circle around the ring, each waiting for the right time to hook up. The crowd is still on their feet, cheering for the blue-haired pixie. Mesh acknowledges them and the crowd roars louder! The arena shakes at the ovation. Seas of blue wigs all stand in unison with their hands up in the air. She can feel the vibes from the crowd flow through her as they lock up. Rodriguez and Mesh jockey for position, the veteran applying a side headlock on her. She shoves him off, but Rodriguez knocks her down with a shoulder block. Rodriguez runs the ropes, leaping over Mesh who in turn, leapfrogs over Rodriguez. Arm drag takedown by Mesh who covers Rodriguez, but he kicks out before the referee can even make the count. Side headlock again by Rodriguez who gets the takedown on Mesh. He goes for the pin but she too, kicks out before the count can be made. Mesh uses her speed and agility to fight out of Rodriguez’s grip and the two wrestlers break apart – each posing with their dukes up to a loud reception from the crowd, who appreciate the technical abilities of both workers.
Alecia Matthews: Tremendous display of pure wrestling between these two.
Rodriguez smiles and applauds Mesh for being able to keep with him. They circle the ring again before locking up – each wrestler fighting to get the upper hand. The veteran, Rodriguez gets Mesh in a side headlock again who shoves him off towards the ropes. Once Rodriguez bounces off the ropes, Mesh leaps in the air and nails the veteran in the face with a beautiful dropkick! They lock up again, irish whip from Rodriguez who in turn, dropkicks Mesh! As she gets up, she smiles at Rodriguez and applauds him. Once she’s up, she charges at her opponent, bringing him down with a hurricanrana! As he gets back on his feet, Mesh jumps high in the air and comes crashing down on Rodriguez with a Mushroom Stomp! She hooks the leg!
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Rodriguez kicks out as the two lock up again. Rodriguez wrenches the arm of Mesh as the crowd audibly roots for her. She reverses the hold on him, bringing him to one knee. The two lock hands in a test-of-strength. While it seems like Mesh has the advantage, Rodriguez uses his strength to bring himself up to his feet and immediately overpowers her. Their hands remain locked as Rodriguez is in total control with Mesh on the mat. Rodriguez’s arms are trembling, Mesh grits her teeth as she struggles to gain the advantage! The crowd is relentless in their support for Mesh!
Alecia Matthews: I can barely hear myself think with this crowd! Wow!
Mesh continues to feel the vibes from the crowd that loves her. She’s able to stand up against Rodriguez toe-to-toe who flips her over with a Northern Lights Suplex! She kicks out before the count can be made. The two fight for the dominant position with Rodriguez leaning into Mesh, forcing her to use every bit of strength she has as her arms tremble. Realizing that he has the advantage, Mesh uses her legs to kick Rodriguez in the abdomen. Although their right hands remained interlocked together, the kicks cause his left hand to go free which allows Mesh to run towards the corner, leap to the top and twirl Rodriguez down to the mat with an spinning arm takedown!
She’s feeling it now! Mesh goes to kick Rodriguez, but he grabs her boot – which she then reverses it into a spinning mule kick! Rodriguez is seated against the corner, Mesh walks towards him and dropkicks him right in the chest! Mesh climbs to the top, signaling for the 630! Like Sonic in his ball form, she spins in a perfect circle, coming down on her opponent but Rodriguez moves out of the way! Miraculously, she lands on her feet – but Rodriguez nails her with a clothesline from behind! With one single move, Lance Rodriguez is back in control. He picks up Mesh and chops her – SMACK!
Alecia Matthews: Oh! Those always sound painful!
As Mesh reacts to the chop, Rodriguez chops her again! There’s an audible groan from the crowd as Rodriguez chops her again, only this time she falls to the mat! He drags her to the middle of the ring so he can lock in a seated surfboard! He cranks on Mesh’s arms, the referee asking her if she wants to quit! The crowd is rooting loudly for her, so it would be disappointing if she did.
Alecia Matthews: Rodriguez has the hold locked in tight! Will it be enough for him to win and get the upset?
As Mesh writhes in pain, she tries her hardest to reach the rope as Rodriguez continues to lean back, applying more pressure on her arms and shoulders! She manages to free one of her legs and uses it to reach the rope! As Mesh tries to get up, Rodriguez goes to get her but she’s throwing punches! Rodriguez tries to block them so then Mesh resorts to kicking him in the shins and thighs! Mesh goes for a discus forearm, but Rodriguez ducks and follows up with a back drop!
Alecia Matthews: You’ve been awfully quiet during this match.
Daniel Knight: Yup, I’m on my phone. Wouldn’t want to get in trouble again for speaking the truth.
Alecia Matthews: Oh, dear…
Daniel Knight: Oh look, KC Jones followed me on Twitter!
Rodriguez picks her up, irish whip but Mesh ducks underneath the clothesline! As she comes back, running towards her opponent, he jumps towards her, slamming her down on the mat with a beautiful look sling blade! He hooks the leg!
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Mesh kicks out as Rodriguez applies another headlock on her, trying to wear the more agile wrestler down. The more Mesh fights out of the hold, the more energy she uses up. The crowd continues to root for the blue-haired pixie as she elbows Rodriguez in the gut as a way to break free but to no avail. She elbows him again which stuns Rodriguez! Mesh follows up with a Pelé Kick! Mesh taunts for the rowdy crowd as Rodriguez comes up to his knees!
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In total unison, the crowd counts down with Mesh as she does a quick dance for the crowd! She goes for the last kick but again, Rodriguez grabs her boot and drives her down to the mat with a Fisherman’s Suplex! He remains in a bridged position, keeping the leg hooked!
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Mesh kicks out!
Alecia Matthews: It’s been nothing than a back-and-forth exchange between these two!
With Mesh on her knees, Rodriguez chops her! The smacks echo throughout the arena as Mesh grasps at her reddish chest. Rodriguez then kicks Mesh in the gut, hooks her arms behind her head and spikes her with a double underhook DDT!
Alecia Matthews: Oh! That looked deadly! This could be it!
Daniel Knight: Another reboot? Ugh. Hollywood is out of ideas.
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Mesh puts her boot on the rope, breaking the count! Rodriguez looks deflated, shaking his head with a smile on his face. By doing so, he’s acknowledging her toughness. Lance walks over to the fallen Mesh who suddenly, rolls Rodriguez up!
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Rodriguez kicks out but that may have been all that she has left in the tank. Rodriguez easily picks her up and goes for his finishing move – The Impossible Dream. Hooking her arms again, Mesh fights out of the move, dropkicking Rodriguez into the corner! She does another quick dance for the crowd, runs towards her opponent, nailing him in the face with a back elbow! With Rodriguez groggy, Mesh runs the ropes, dropping him with a bulldog!
Alecia Matthews: Another comeback from Mesh!
Daniel Knight: Everyone is talking about soccer on Twitter. Gotta say, I’m not a fan.
As Rodriguez attempts to get up, Mesh drills him in the face with a discus forearm! SMACK!
Alecia Matthews: Oh!
She hooks the leg!
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Rodriguez barely kicks out! Mesh wipes the sweat off her face as she reacts to him kicking out. She picks him up, but he goes a kick! Mesh manages to grab his boot, rolls towards him and locks in the Muscle Crusher! The look of pain on his face says it all – it really hurts. Mesh pulls back on his leg as he desperately tries to reach the rope! The referee is in perfect position! Rodriguez reaches but it’s just out of his grasp! As Mesh leans back to really hurt his leg, Rodriguez sees an opening – and grabs her arm, reversing into an armbar!
Alecia Matthews: Whoa! That was pretty impressive!
Rodriguez tries to hyperextend her elbow by tugging away at the defenseless limb! Now, she’s far from the ropes! She’s trying to reach but she can’t. She inches her way towards the ropes, but the pain is too strong. The crowd and their never-ending support fuels her determination.
GO, MESH GO!
GO, MESH GO!
GO, MESH GO!
Alecia Matthews: This crowd has shown nothing but love for Mesh during this match! Wow!
Daniel Knight: Seriously though, who cares about how many purses you have?
Mesh manages to turn her body so she’s facing Rodriguez and WHACK! Mesh lands a right hand which stuns him, but the grip is still tight. She throws another punch which breaks the hold! Mesh gives herself some room as Rodriguez gets up as well. Mesh irish whips Rodriguez and slams him face first with a flapjack! He starts to get up and Mesh follows up with another mushroom stomp! She hooks the leg!
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Rodriguez kicks out, an audible gasp from the crowd!
Alecia Matthews: Rodriguez has been gone for thirteen years – yet it looks like he hasn’t missed a step! He has looked damn impressive in his comeback!
Mesh drags him towards the corner, so she can finish him off with the 630. Before she can jump off, Rodriguez stops her by leaping onto the top rope and throwing her over his head with a super belly-to-back suplex!
Alecia Matthews: Did you see that?! He literally jumped up to the top rope like some sort of superhero or something! That was incredible! Rodriguez showing his athletic ability right there!
Daniel Knight: Okay, that was super cool!
Alecia Matthews: Oh, now you pay attention? You’ve been tuning out one hell of a match!
Daniel Knight: Mesh against another old guy? I’ll pass.
Alecia Matthews: Glad to see you’re still as stubborn as ever.
Rodriguez crawls over to Mesh and puts his arm across her in a lazy but desperate act to get the pin!
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Mesh kicks out!
Mesh kicks out!
The crowd pops at, not only Mesh’s resilience but also the nature of this match! Rodriguez can’t believe it! He uses the ropes to help himself up as he waits for Mesh to get up! Once she up, Rodriguez runs towards her at full speed, going for a running clothesline but then – Mesh dodges Rodriguez’s hammer-like arm by contorting her body backwards like Neo in The Matrix!
Alecia Matthews: I never get tired of seeing that!
Before Rodriguez realizes what happened, Mesh uses her legs to take him down with a headscissors takedown! Rodriguez goes after her again, but she manages to grab him and drive her knee right into his back with a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker! Adrenaline coursing through his veins, Rodriguez doesn’t stay down long. Mesh runs towards the ropes and attempts a springboard elbow, but Rodriguez catches her and falls backwards, contorting Mesh’s body with another backdrop! He doesn’t let go though, he deadlifts Mesh into a german suplex! He stays bridged with Mesh’s shoulders on the mat!
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Mesh kicks out again!
Alecia Matthews: Win, lose or draw – Lance Rodriguez has proved to everyone that he’s still got it!
Daniel Knight: So, wait – the video game editor that was accused of plagiarism actually plagiarized more than once?
Both combatants are slow to get up but it’s Rodriguez that stands first. He walks towards Mesh and picks her up, but she comes at him immediately with a standing dropkick – but he grabs both boots and locks in Reverse Curvse!
Alecia Matthews: This is one of Rodriguez’s finishing moves! If Mesh taps out here, nobody will blame her! That’s a very painful move!
A more painful version of the Boston Crab, Rodriguez’s knee is driven into Mesh’s back! The referee asks Mesh if she wants to quit but she yells back, refusing to give up! Many of the blue-wig wearing fans are seen cheering and clapping for Mesh to somehow, someway fight out of the devastating move! The veins in Rodriguez’s arms are bulging as he uses everything he has left to get this win. Nothing would mean more to him than getting this win, proving to everyone and himself that he belongs in the WFWF. Mesh is nowhere the ropes, but Rodriguez is exhausted which is why when Mesh slowly inches her way towards the ropes, Rodriguez barely resists. He does the best he can to keep the hold locked in but with enough determination and strength, Mesh reaches and grabs the rope! A loud pop from the crowd!
Alecia Matthews: Both wrestlers are exhausted but all it’s going to take at this point is the right time to strike!
Mesh favors her back, using the ropes to help herself up. Rodriguez is in the corner, waiting patiently for her. Once Mesh is up, Rodriguez charges as he spins driving a discus elbow right into the side of Mesh’s face – before she manages to nail Rodriguez in the face with her discus forearm! Both combatants are down!
Alecia Matthews: Oh! What a sequence!
The referee starts his countdown as both wrestlers haven’t moved a muscle.
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Rodriguez is the first to show signs of life, shaking his head. He’s still groggy and very disoriented.
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Finally, Mesh starts to move but she’s groggy as well. Rodriguez has his hands on the rope, using them as leverage to help himself back up.
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Both combatants are almost to their feet, both with their hands on the ropes. The crowd is on the edge of their seats!
Alecia Matthews: Oh! This is going to be close…
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Suddenly, they’re both up at very last second!
Rodriguez and Mesh slowly turn to face other. The two collide and they exchange blows, trading punches to the face!
Alecia Matthews: They are going all out!
Mesh kicks Rodriguez in the gut, going for Raze but he grabs and tackles her onto the corner! He chops her again before lifting her onto the top. He puts Mesh’s arm around his neck which means only one thing – superplex! Mesh, however doesn’t agree with that and punches Rodriguez in the gut repeatedly. Another forearm shot to the face knocks Rodriguez down to the mat! Mesh stands tall as the crowd applauds. She jumps off the top rope with the 630 and splashes her opponent as he convulses, grabbing his stomach! Mesh hooks the leg!
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DING! DING! DING!
Christa Adina: Here is your winner….Mesh!
Alecia Matthews: What a match! Another impressive performance by the heavy favorite to win the whole tournament: Mesh. Lance Rodriguez, while he lost, kept up with the rookie every step of the way and that should be commended.
Daniel Knight: Yeah, let’s applaud and give praise to the washed-up wrestler that lost.
Alecia Matthews: Glad to have you back.
The referee raises Mesh’s arm in victory as the crowd chants her name! She walks over to the top rope and poses for the crowd. Despite her being in pain, she can’t help but smile. She hops off the top to see her opponent, sitting up with his hand on his head. He looks disappointed but again, he applauds Mesh for her efforts. She smiles again, walks over to him and helps him up.
Daniel Knight: There’s a reason why Smash was gone for so long – because he sucked.
The two battle hardened wrestlers shake hands. The veteran continues to give praise to the rookie. Rodriguez applauds Mesh as he leaves the ring, giving her alone time in the ring to celebrate with the fans. She asks for a microphone.
Mesh: Kon'nichiwa!
A loud cheer from the crowd! Mesh is breathing heavily.
Daniel Knight: Of course, she knows Japanese too, can somebody say “Mary Sue”?
Mesh: That’s the only Japanese I know –
Everyone in the arena seems to be laughing, except Daniel Knight.
Mesh: But I just wanted to say that it feels good to be back!
The crowd doesn’t let up – Mesh could say anything, and they would still cheer.
Mesh: 2008, I was here with my best friend, Kat - you all remember her, right?
Chants of HIYM echo throughout the arena. The chant alone makes Mesh smile and blush.
Mesh: Yes! It was me and her against Mock Rock in a ladder match for the AWF Women’s Tag Team titles and that was probably the best match we ever had. I still remember diving off a fifteen-foot ladder onto Roxy! I used to be scared of heights but not that day apparently.
More laughter from the crowd.
Mesh: That was ten years ago, and things have changed so much since then. In a strange coincidence, I’m back in Japan for a tournament to see who’s the best where the winner gets a shiny belt!
The crowd applauds as she gets serious.
Mesh: I want that belt, and nothing would make me happier if I won this tournament, not just for me or for my mom or for Kat – but for all of you!
She points at the crowd.
Mesh: We’re going to Mexico for the next show, so I don’t know when I’ll come back to this amazing city, but I just wanted to say thank you for being the greatest fans ever!
Thank you for never forgetting about Kat and I!
I love you guys infinitely.
Sayōnara!
Mesh takes a bow as the crowd cheers with some people in the audience crying. She exits the ring and walks around the ringside area, posing for selfies and giving high-fives. She walks by Jenny Broom and gives her a high-five as the teenager smiles.
Alecia Matthews: Mesh remembers where she came from, that’s super cool.
Daniel Knight: At least we learned something new today.
Alecia Matthews: And that was?
Daniel Knight: When it comes to big time matches, Mesh tends to lose.
Alecia Matthews: Oy, vey…
Daniel Knight: Yeah, yeah, whatever.
Alecia Matthews: You’ve certainly made calling this show fun.
Daniel Knight: I’m just waiting for the main event.
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Post by King Richius on Aug 20, 2018 4:05:59 GMT -5
Alecia Matthews: We’ve had a hell of a night so far as the tournament matches delivered some great action. Congratulations to the four winners who are moving on to the next round at our next stop on the World Domination Tour in Mexico City.
Daniel Knight: Indeed Alecia, we should see some great matches in the second round between Chris Priceless, Shuggy, Billy Broom, and… oh happy day… Mesh. I can’t wait to see more of Mesh in the tournament. I mean it. My life isn’t complete without her in it. Are you sure she hasn’t been added to the main event? It’s been ages since Lila booked one of her patented triple threat matches.
Alecia Matthews: I will slap you. Keep testing me. Let’s move on. It’s time for our main event.
Daniel Knight: It’s going to be the proverbial slobberknocker. The living legend Drakz versus the walking nightmare Tugarin Zmey!
The arena lights dim and "Die, Motherf~cker, Die" by Suicide Commando assaults the audio senses of everyone in attendance. Tugarin Zmey appears on stage bathed in a red spotlight and does a slow serial killer walk to the ring that covers a deceptive amount of ground, much like Jason stalking a bunch of helpless teenagers in a slasher flick. They run, he walks, yet he always catches them. And thus it is that the dragon Tugarin Zmey somehow quickly plods to the ring instilling a sense of fear and impending doom in the entire audience.
Christa remains on the floor near the ring, refusing to get in the ring with the seven foot goliath who has as of yet showed no limits as to who he will destroy. Wrestlers, referees, security staff,… nobody is immune from his assaults. Christa makes sure that if he directs his attention her way, she has plenty of room for a good running start.
Christa Adina: Ladies and gentlemen, the following match is your main event of the evening featuring two titans of the WFWF in a no time limit match to pinfall or submission. Introducing first… from Budapest, Hungary… he stands over seven feet tall and weighs over four hundred pounds… the dragon Tugarin Zmeeeyyyyyy!
The crowd boos loudly. Tugarin remains stoic, his eyes staring out from behind the ominous mask straight at the entrance stage awaiting the appearance of his next victim.
A screaming distortion tears through the arena, building in ferocity to an ear piercing crescendo. Every white light in the arena flashes in strobe for a full 10 seconds, disorienting the audience, until finally the sludgy guitar riff of "MK7" kicks in amidst a myriad of howling vocals. As the song jumps into gear the lights stop flickering and a number of bright spot-lamps all point to the exact same location at the top of the ramp, lighting up the man the people paid to see, Drakz.
The series of screens that surround the stage glow white as well, almost silhouetting Drakz as he bounces on his toes. He runs both hands up the sides of his head and then down his face, flicking them suddenly to either side of his body, fingers outstretched. In perfect unison a shower of silver pyro explodes either side of him and the stage screens turn to past footage of the man in action. The difference in light reveals him fully to the long suffering but cheering crowd.
Christa Adina: Ladies and gentlemen, introducing from Leeds, England by way of Chicago, Illinois… standing 6’ 3” tall and weighing in at 226lbs… Mr 8.5.1. Draaaaakz!
Drakz makes his way towards the ring, zigzagging the ramp letting the fans touch his outstretched arms but never breaking his gaze from dead ahead. He slowly climbs the steel ring steps and then walks the length of the apron before mounting the second rope and holding his arms wide. His pose prompts a lightning storm of camera flashes and he can't help but laugh at the hypocrisy of it all. Holding the top rope he springs over and into the ring where he begins stretching out his limbs, preparing for the match that lies ahead.
Daniel Knight: Now this is what the WFWF is all about. Forget the sugar and spice acts of… certain other wrestlers. Drakz and Zmey are two men who don’t give a damn about anybody or anything. They just want to win.
Alecia Matthews: We all know what Drakz wants. He made it quite clear when he turned down the chance to be the International Champion at our last show. Drakz wants Michael Kyzer. But his former New Epoch ally has placed a rather large road block in Drakz’ path in the form of the dragon Tugarin Zmey.
Daniel Knight: Zmey is everything the WFWF should be about. Big sweaty men who like to hurt people. That’s entertainment. You’ll never see this guy pop and lock his way to the ring slapping hands with little girls in blue wigs.
Alecia Matthews: Okay, point made Daniel. How about providing some insight into this match instead of venting your jealousy? Yes, Zmey is Kyzer’s lackey doing his bidding in removing Brennan and Drakz for Kyzer. But is there more to the giant than just that? Could he have an agenda of his own?
Daniel Knight: If he does, it remains hidden behind the mask. Personally, I think he just likes to break things… and I’m okay with that.
While Daniel and Alecia debated, the referee rather timidly checked the wrestlers for foreign objects and then called for the bell.
DING DING DING!
Drakz stares at Zmey, his blue eyes cold and steely as he sizes up his opponent. Zmey stands motionless, as if playing out the punishment he has in mind for Drakz and deciding which particular form of torture he would enjoy delivering most. Neither man moves for at least ten seconds while the crowd builds to a slow rumble of noise in anticipation…
Drakz charges at Zmey attempting a shoulder block but bounces off harmlessly. Zmey charges at Drakz and delivers a vicious hand slap across his chest leaving a bright red hand print behind as a reminder of his power. Zmey grabs Drakz by the throat and throws him into the ring corner, quickly following up with a running clothesline. Zmey grabs the top rope with both hands for balance and drives his huge boot under Drakz’ chin, pushing with all his vast strength to choke Drakz in the corner.
Alecia Matthews: It’s all going the way of the Dragon so far. Size really does matter.
Daniel Knight: In a wrestling ring it does. Not so much in other facets of life.
Alecia Matthews: Keep on telling yourself that Daniel.
Drakz grabs at Zmey’s foot with both hands and tries to pry it loose from his throat, his legs kicking out wildly as he struggles against the choke. Zmey is immovable and unstoppable. The referee steps in and warns Zmey, starting a count. 1… 2… 3… 4… Zmey breaks the hold a fraction of a second before the ref can say 5. No clean break though as he grabs Drakz by the hair and flips him head over heels across the ring.
Drakz scrambles to his feet and tries to back away but once again the behemoth shows his deceptive speed closing the distance and picking Drakz up and over his head. He holds Drakz there and shows off his strength as he toys with the former champ. Then he slams Drakz to mat, a gorilla press slam for the highlight reels.
Daniel Knight: A display of pure power by the behemoth. It’s no wonder Tugarin Zmey put David Brennan out of action and sent Drakz running for the hills after his match with Frank Lynn. He’s both the irresistible force AND the immovable object.
Alecia Matthews: Yet he serves as errand boy for Michael Kyzer. AND still ignores the rules every chance he gets. Imagine what he could do if he stepped out on his own.
Zmey follows the gorilla press slam with an elbow drop, all his weight behind the point of the elbow as he crushes Drakz’ chest and drives the air out of him. He goes for a sloppy cover, not bothering to hook a leg.
1…
Zmey lifts Drakz off the mat before he can kick out! The referee looks on in shock and disgust. The crowd boos the blatant display of arrogance.
Daniel Knight: That’s what I like. Zmey could have won right there but he’s not done with Drakz. He wants to hurt this man very very badly.
Alecia Matthews: Big mistake by the big monster. Drakz is not a man you toy with.
Zmey continues his assault, grabbing Drakz by the throat with both hands and lifting him into the air so that Drakz’ feet flail around at least two foot above the mat. Zmey holds his prey up for quite some time, waiting to see Drakz’ face cycle through several colors of the rainbow from pink to red to purple. Then he slams Drakz down to the mat with a variation of a sit out power bomb.
Zmey goes for another half ass cover.
1… 2…
Zmey lifts Drakz off the mat again! The referee is irate, warning Zmey that he won’t tolerate any bulls*** during the match. Its hard to tell through the mask but many at ringside will swear later that they heard Zmey laughing.
Daniel Knight: Zmey is total control of this match. How many men would step in the ring with the great Drakz and let him up from not one but TWO clear pins.
Alecia Matthews: Puuh-lease Daniel. Don’t underestimate Drakz. We’ll never know if Drakz was going to kick out because Tugarin gave up on the covers just so he could continue with his brutal assault. My money is on Drakz having been able to kick out anyway so Zmey is just showboating…. probably under orders from Kyzer to extend the torture and embarrassment as long as possible.
Zmey whips Drakz into the ropes and catches him in a bear hug. Zmey wraps his huge arms around his much smaller foe, lifts him into the air, and squeezes with all his might causing Drakz to scream in agony.
Zmey continues to squeeze the life slowly out of Drakz, every so often whipping him around so that Drakz flops from side to side while his back audibly cracks for those close enough to hear. The referee steps in to check on Drakz, lifting an arm to see if there is any fight left in the WFWF legend. One try, Drakz’ arm flops back down. A second try, Drakz’ arm again falls limply to his side.
The crowd is on the edge of their seat, those that were still sitting that is. They are shocked to see the great Drakz used and abused by the dragon in such a way.
The referee lifts Drakz’ arm a third and final time. It falls halfway, then stops! The crowd roars. Drakz lifts both arms back up above his head and rather dramatically slaps them on either side of Zmey’s head, Drakz’ hands meeting in a loud clap behind the giant. Zmey shakes it off and continues to squeeze the bear hug. Drakz repeats the move and then grabs Zmey’s head. He headbutts Zmey!
Alecia Matthews: What the hell is Drakz thinking? You don’t headbutt a samoan or Tugarin Zmey! He’d be better off headbutting a brick wall.
Daniel Knight: Zmey has Drakz on his heels trying any desperate move he can. It’s honestly shocking how easy a time of it Zmey has had with Drakz.
Drakz isn’t done trying to escape the bear hug but he is done trying traditional tactics. He grabs Zmey’s mask and twists it around so that it blocks his vision. The blinded Zmey has no choice but to release his death grip on Drakz and try to adjust his mask.
Drakz pushes his advantage, punching and kicking away at Zmey’s stomach and legs. The furious attack is fueled by anger and desperation as he has to turn the tables on the behemoth before its too late. Zmey manages to get his mask straightened but Drakz is on fire now. Drakz bounces off the ropes and drive his shoulder into Zmey, driving him into the ring corner where he launches another flurry of punches and kicks.
Zmey attempts to punch back but Drakz makes like Ali, bobbing and weaving so that the giant connects with empty air. Drakz drive this shoulder into Zmey again. The dragon shows no signs of feeling any of Drakz’ blows yet it is obvious they are having an effect as Zmey covers up and tries to block Drakz’ onslaught.
Drakz drives his shoulder into Zmey again and Tugarin doubles over. Drakz reaches down to grab a leg and struggles to lift Zmey onto his shoulders. The crowd roars as Drakz manages to lift Zmey up, albeit on slightly wobbly legs. Then Drakz drives the behemoth headfirst into the mat with a death valley driver.
Alecia Matthews: AMAZING! Drakz got Zmey up and over! You still think Zmey is in control? You still think Zmey should have let Drakz up from those early covers? Do you Daniel?
Daniel Knight: As a matter of fact…
Drakz bounces off the second rope to drop a knee across Zmey’s forehead, then rolls onto him for a cover.
1… 2…
Zmey not only kicks out, he launches Drakz into the air and halfway across the ring!
Daniel Knight:… I think Tugarin is doing just fine. One death valley driver isn’t going to finish the dragon!
This is one of those rare times when Daniel Knight is correct. Zmey is back to his feet and stalking Drakz. Drakz switches up tactics, trying to duck and dodge the big man’s attempts to grab or punch him. It only works for so long because Zmey can cover a lot of ground with his long strides and wide wingspan. Zmey manages to get his hands on Drakz and slams him into the corner, landing several haymakers that stun Drakz.
The referee, either boldly or stupidly depending on who you ask, tries to grab Zmey’s arm and warn him about using a closed fist while the Japanese fans in attendance rain boos down on Zmey for his disrespectful way of wrestling. They are traditionalists who do not appreciate the use of closed fists.
Zmey is oblivious to it all, intent on smashing Drakz’ head like a watermelon with his sledgehammer hands. The referee squeezes in between Zmey and Drakz letting Zmey know very forcefully that he will not tolerate any more closed fist blows.
Zmey backs away for a second, then charges in landing a crushing clothesline to both the referee and Drakz. The referee take the brunt of the clothesline and falls to the mat half conscious. Drakz drops down, grabs Zmey’s leg and trips him, slides out of the ring, and slams the big man’s knee into the ring post. Then he ties him up in a figure four leg lock around the ring post. The dragon actually yells out as Drakz leans so far back that his head is touching the mat, all the pressure of the hold on Zmey’s knee threatening to dislocate or even break it.
Alecia Matthes: The ref is down and Drakz is taking full advantage. If he can snap Zmey’s leg then this match is over!
Daniel Knight: It would be an incredible reversal of fortune for Drakz as Zmey has dominated the entire match.
Alecia Matthews: The man is a legend for a reason and we’re seeing it right now. I hope Kyzer is watching too. This man is coming for you next!
Drakz continues to keep Zmey locked in the figure four and there is no way for him to escape but to his credit he doesn’t give up. Zmey tries to reach around the ring post to grab one of Drakz’ legs but Drakz keeps twisting out of reach.
While Drakz has Zmey locked up, another referee runs down to the ring from backstage. He quickly checks on the first referee, then signals for the paramedics to get him out of the way. The new referee turns his attention to the two wrestlers. He slides out of the ring and forces Drakz to break the figure four leg lock. Drakz does so with an evil smile on his face, knowing that after a minute or two in the hold, the damage is done and his opponent has been softened up leveling the playing field. The impossible is now possible.
Drakz and the referee get back into the ring and the match continues. Zmey staggers to his feet, clearly favoring one leg. Drakz runs at him and hits a high knee to the chin. Drakz grabs Zmey’s head and yanks it down into a series of Muay Thai knee strikes.
Drakz sees Zmey tottering precariously on one good leg. Drakz runs the ropes and hits another flying knee that sends Zmey toppling over the top rope and down to the floor. Drakz steps between the ropes onto the apron and lines up his opponent. He gets a running start and leaps off the apron for a running double knee strike.
Zmey stands tall and takes the knees to his chest while swinging out with a huge open hand blow across Drakz’ chest that slams Drakz hard to the floor as well. Both men lay there for a moment writhing in pain.
Alecia Matthes: My God what a collision! Drakz took Zmey down but at what cost? Zmey countered with one of the most vicious blows I’ve ever seen.
Daniel Knight: This is what I’m talking about! Screw dancing and selfies with the fans! Give me hard hitting action! Give me two men trying their damndest to kill each other.
Alecia Matthews: No doubt they are trying to kill each other. There was no love lost between these two before tonight and after this match… the WFWF may not be big enough for both men. It really makes me wonder just what Drakz won’t do to get his hands on Michael Kyzer.
Zmey is the first to his feet, still limping around from the figure four and yet more mobile than Drakz. He lifts Drakz up by his hair and slams his head into the ring post. The referee gives up on his count that nobody was paying attention to anyway and slides out of the ring, all the while warning Zmey and Drakz to get the action back in the ring.
Zmey has none of it, picking Drakz up in his arms like a baby and then slamming him back first into the ring post. The ref keeps yelling at Zmey and tries to block him from slamming Drakz into the ring post again. Zmey does it anyway and the referee gets slammed into the ring post. Zmey flings Drakz into the security barrier, then turns to the referee.
The mask again makes it hard for anyone to understand but several ringside fans will say later that Tugarin told the referee to “Stay out of my way.” The referee backs away and shakes his head, apparently choosing his own well being over trying to administer every single rule in the book.
Alecia Matthews: Dammit! Zmey just intimidated the referee and now he can get away with whatever he wants. Send out a different referee, one with a backbone!
Daniel Knight: Did you honestly expect any less from a match between Drakz and Zmey. Zmey doesn’t care about rules and Drakz is no angel either. I say let ‘em go and give the fans their moneys worth.
Zmey limps over to Drakz and lifts him by his legs, swinging him around and around until he releases him straight into the ring steps. Drakz crashes into the steps with a loud clang, the top half of the steps flying off into the security barrier and scaring the crap out of the allegedly lucky fans in the front row.
Zmey comes towards Drakz again but Drakz rolls around on the floor and drops Zmey with a drop toe hold, Zmey’s masked face impacting the lower half of the ring steps and stunning the giant. Drakz gets back to his feet, grabs the upper half of the ring steps and slams them down on Zmey’s head. The crowd goes crazy, chanting “Holy S***!” after seeing the vicious attack by Drakz.
Drakz slides into the ring, stands up and leans against the ropes for support. He turns to the referee and yells at him “Count him out you stupid c***!” The referee takes a moment to get over the shock of Drakz’ insult and then does as he bid him.
1… 2… 3… 4… Zmey stirs, shrugs the top half of the rings steps off his head and shoulders… 8… 9… 10… Zmey grabs the ring post and pulls himself up, leaning against the apron… 13… 14… 15… Zmey pulls himself under the bottom rope and slides into the ring.
Daniel Knight: Zmey beat the twenty count and got back into the ring.
Daniel Knight: He has to be hearing bells after that shot from the steel steps. You know that they weigh close to 200 pounds, right?
Alecia Matthews: Sounds like “fake news” to me but for now let’s accept it as fact. That’s a lot of steel to have slammed into your cranium so yeah, Zmey’s head may be feeling worse than his leg.
Daniel Knight: Drakz is chipping away at the dragon. He’s slowly leveling the playing field.
Even as Zmey tries to get back to his feet, Drakz is on him with a series of kicks to his bad knee. Zmey clutches at his knee and tries to block Drakz’ kicks, but Drakz responds with a forearm to the back of his head and then an european uppercut that rocks the big man. Drakz runs the ropes to get a head of steam and charges at Zmey only to find Zmey’s big boot planted squarely in his face. Drakz staggers backwards. Zmey dives at him hitting a flying clothesline and both men fall to the mat in a tangle of limbs.
Drakz rolls around trying to get in position for a cross face submission hold. After a few aborted attempts, he wrenches at Zmey’s bad knee causing the dragon shout in pain. Drakz quickly grabs both legs and locks Zmey in the Texas Cloverleaf.
Daniel Knight: Once again Drakz is going to work on the legs of Zmey.
Alecia Matthews: That’s called smart wrestling. Take away his power base. It doesn’t matter if you’re seven feet tall if you’re lying flat on your back unable to stand.
Drakz puts all of his weight behind the cloverleaf and leans back. Zmey tries to twist out of the hold to no avail. Then he presses both hands on the mat and pushes up, basically doing a push up while in the hold. Drakz fights it but Zmey’s strength is too much and Drakz slowly loses his leverage. Once Zmey senses that Drakz has lost control of the hold, he twists his body one last time flipping Drakz over and completely breaking the cloverleaf.
Drakz tries to get the cloverleaf back on but Zmey kicks out sending Drakz shoulder first into the ring post. Zmey gets up and lumbers towards Drakz, hitting him with a backhand slap that rocks Drakz. Zmey wraps his hand around Drakz’ neck and lifts him onto the top turnbuckle, then chops his chest several times.
While Drakz is stunned, Zmey shakes out his knee. Then he lifts Drakz off the turnbuckle onto his shoulder, turns to the center of the ring, takes a few steps and drops Drakz with a brutal running power slam.
Daniel Knight: Drakz is in trouble again. Zmey is going back to the power game and bad leg or not, he can’t be stopped.
Alecia Matthews: I have to wonder if Drakz is rethinking his return. Frank Lynn took him to the limit last show and now Tugarin Zmey is close to putting him six feet under. Did he come back too soon?
Daniel Knight: Kyzer must be enjoying this. Tugarin Zmey is taking care of business for him, just like he’s supposed to.
Zmey isn’t done tossing Drakz around like a sack of potatoes. He hits the former champ with a bunch of high impact moves including the half nelson slam, an overhead belly to belly suplex, and finally a tilt a whirl backbreaker.
His size and power aren’t the scariest part of Zmey’s relentless attack. The scariest part is the methodical almost detached way he goes about it. Maybe it’s the mask. You can read the enthusiasm and effort on the face of an unmasked wrestler. All you see when you look at Tugarin Zmey is a cold metal mask, the perfect symbolization of his stone cold assault. The monster is just doing his job. That’s what scares the crap out of the fans.
The crowd gets deflated as it looks like Drakz is finally done. No normal human being can survive the punishment Zmey is dishing out. Certainly it looks grim for Drakz as he lays there motionless, not even trying to defend himself anymore.
Zmey rolls onto Drakz for a cover.
1… 2…
Drakz kicks out! Dakz just barely got his shoulder off the mat but it is enough to stop up the pin attempt. Without pause, Zmey lifts Drakz off the mat and whips him into the ropes setting him up for Inborn Aggression (running big boot). Drakz ducks under Zmey’s foot and runs past him to bounce off the ropes again. As he comes back towards Zmey, Zmey tries to turn and deliver the big boot again but Drakz is faster, leaping into the air and hitting a cross body block. It was a desperation move quite probably done more on instinct thanks to years of muscle memory than anything else but it does knock the dragon down.
Unfortunately for Drakz, the big man rolls through while keeping hold of Drakz, getting back to his feet and easily lifting Drakz onto his shoulders. Zmey falls backward for a samoan slam but he just happens to be too close to the ropes. Drakz flies over the ropes and crashes all the way down to the floor.
HOLY S***!
The crowd is rabidly anti-Zmey but they know that what they just saw could be the end of Drakz.
Alecia Matthews: Holy s*** is right! Drakz just fell twelve, maybe fifteen feet down right onto his back.
Daniel Knight: All Zmey has to do is stand there and let the referee count Drakz out…
…which Zmey doesn’t do. He glares through his mask at the referee who immediately stops his count at 1. Zmey steps over the top rope and hops down to the floor on his good leg while the referee looks at the timekeeper and shrugs.
Zmey slowly stalks Drakz as he tries to crawl away. Zmey lifts Drakz up and side slams him onto the announcers table, which for once doesn’t break. Daniel and Alecia run for cover. Zmey hits Drakz with haymakers to the head. The former champ and WFWF legend offers no resistance, the match having taken its toll on his body to the point that he has nothing left.
Zmey picks up Drakz again and throws him over his shoulder, then turns towards the fans in the front row. He takes several huge strides and slams Drakz through the security barrier. Drakz lays in the wreckage while Zmey stands and poses triumphantly.
Alecia Matthews: That’s it. Drakz is dead. Somebody please ring the damn bell.
Unnoticed by most, a third referee has run down to the ring and is currently in heated discussion with the second referee. They actually exchange blows leading to the second referee being knocked down, then kicked until he rolls out of the ring and scurries away.
The third referee turns his attention to Zmey and Drakz, yelling as loudly as he can that they get back into the ring immediately and starts the count. 1… 2… 3…
Alecia Matthews: This is nuts. We’re on our third ref, this one apparently ready to enforce the rules, but it’s too late for Drakz. His goose is cooked.
Daniel Knight: Maybe. Maybe not. I think I see Drakz moving.
Alecia Matthews: You’re right. How in God’s name is Drakz standing up?
Drakz is in fact moving, pushing his way through the fans to the timekeepers area where he grabs a chair that Christa was sitting in mere moments ago. Drakz charges at Zmey and swings the chair at Zmey’s head. The behemoth wobbles and staggers backwards. Drakz swings the chair again connecting with Zmey’s head. Tugarin staggers backwards until he is leaning against the ring apron. The referee immediately signals for the bell.
DING DING DING!
Drakz closes in and swings the chair multiple times at Zmey’s bad leg. The giant stumbles and falls to his hands and knees.
DING DING DING!
Alecia Matthews: The former champion has lost his s***. He’s gone crazy attacking Zmey with a chair. The referee has called the match but Drakz won’t stop!
Daniel Knight: We could use some help out here! Do we really need another show ending with a wrestler laid out by a criminal assault? Where is security?
Drakz continues to swing away with the chair to Zmey’s head and back, the chair shots driving the big man flat on the floor with his hands thrown back protecting his head.
DING DING DING!
Security and staff run towards the ring, led by none other than Billy Broom with mop in hand. They forcibly separate the irate Drakz from Tugarin Zmey. Drakz fights back against the security guards but he is outnumbered and still weakened from the match. Billy gets in his face brandishing his mop and warning Drakz.
Billy Broom: Enough is enough buddy. Drop the chair. Chill man. It’s not worth it.
Drakz scowls at the janitor, then sees all the paramedics, security, and other staff surrounding the downed giant and his expression changes. His scowl becomes a smirk, then a smile, and finally he breaks out into a hearty laugh. He drops the chair, pats Billy on the shoulder, and calmly walks away.
Christa Adina: Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of the match by disqualification… the dragon Tugarin Zmeeeyyyyyy!
Christa’s announcement prompts another round of laughter from Drakz as he backs his way up the ramp while glaring at Zmey, who still hasn’t moved after the beating he just received.
Alecia Matthews: And that brings to a dramatic end the first show of the World Domination Tour. Zmey gets the “W” but did he really win? I ask you does he look like a winner? Be sure to check out WFWF.COM for updates Tugarin Zmey’s physical condition.
Daniel Knight: We’ll see you next time in Mexico City! It’s the Lethal Weapon Frank Lynn defending the International Championship against his most heated rival the Redeemer Ante Whitner as well as the semi-finals of the tournament to crown a new champion!
Drakz is halfway up the ramp when two hooded figures appear, one at the bottom of the ramp and one at the top of the ramp. Drakz stops, knowing what is next, he simply smiles. The one at the bottom of the ramp is sporting a good size belly, the one at the top of the ramp looks like he has been rolling around in trash.
Alecia Matthews: Wait a minute… we’re not done yet. What now?
Daniel Knight: Both these guys look disgusting.
They throw back their hoods to reveal Drakz rubber masks, one mint and one slightly used. They rush him and are soon trading blows with him. Drakz manages to knock one down, and grabs the other launching him into the barrier next to the ramp. Drakz turns and drops the other with a spinning back elbow. He grabs the paunchy man and brings him ringside. He whips him into the ring post. Drakz gets pinned against the ring by the dirty one. Drakz recovers and headbutts his filthy mask. Drakz rolls him in the ring. As he goes to follow, the fat one grabs his leg. Drakz fights him off with a couple of kicks to the head.
Billy Broom and the security staff watch on in shock, not sure what to make of it and definitely not up to getting in the way. Drakz is on his own against this latest threat.
Daniel Knight: Well I guess Drakz isn’t done putting on a show tonight. Look at him go into the ring after that gross one.
Drakz enters the ring and quickly scoops up the one in the ring onto his shoulders. He drops him a second later and rushes across the ring, gagging and coughing.
Alecia Matthews: Oh god, we can smell him from here. He smells awful.
Daniel Knight: He smells like a landfill in China.
The dirty one rolls out of the ring as a third guy in a hood slides into the ring with a chair in hand. Drakz recovers from coughing in time to turn around into a headshot. The hood gets throw back and Michael Kyzer stands over Drakz. The fat fake Drakz and the dirty fake Drakz roll into the ring behind Kyzer. They unzip their hoodies to reveal an EBR t-shirt on the fat one and an Alex Sean t-shirt on the dirty one. They rip off their masks and throw them to the mat.
Alecia Matthews: EBR and Alex Sean?
Daniel Knight: No way. These guys can’t be them. They look like sh*t.
Kyzer motions and the two go after Drakz lifting him up. Kyzer cracks him with the chair again. Drakz drops to the mat. Kyzer tosses the chair out towards the audience followed by a middle finger to everyone. He looks down at Drakz and spits on him. Homeless Alex hands him a microphone.
Michael Kyzer: Soon…
He drops the mic as Drakz stirs. He spits on him again and leaves with the two possibly real, possibly fake Hall of Famers. Kyzer has his crew scoop up Zmey and leave while Drakz struggles to stand in the ring, not quite managing it as he sneers at Kyzer and friends from his hands and knees.
Fade to still shot of Frank Lynn and Ante Whitner under a banner that reads: World Domination Tour, part 2… Mexico City!
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Post by King Richius on Aug 20, 2018 4:12:20 GMT -5
There you go peeps. A great show to kick off the World Domination Tour. Thanks to all who contributed: CM Poor , The Gangsta , Kyzer , The Violent Gentleman , and a huge thanks to @ballparkb0b who wrote about half the show - a fact I am not sorry one bit that I made fun of in the commentary. I'll add a standing O for our main event. Drakz and Kyzer delivered two killer RPs that forced us to go to a tiebreaker vote to decide the winner. Job well done! It goes without saying that six people are now obligated to sign up and write RPs for the next show: Lynn vs Whitner and the tournament semi-finals: Mesh, Shuggy, Chris Priceless, and Billy Broom (*sigh* I have to write two RPs? I hate my life.) As for the rest of you, sign up anyway as I'm sure we can find something fun for you to do in Mexico. Looking forward to seeing comments from all of you as to what you thought of the show. Favorite match? Shocking moment?
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Post by CM Poor on Aug 20, 2018 7:10:18 GMT -5
This was a surprise to wake up to. I apologize to all across the board who stepped up in my stead. I'm in a bit of a situation right now that's hindered my ability to free-wheel the way I typically do, so my humblest thanks to those who helped put this thing together. With any luck, it's rectified sometime this week. If not, I'll just have to figure out how to work between the lines. Let's let these results simmer a bit so that everyone gets a chance to give 'em a good read and give some feedback per King Richius' suggestion, and I'll get us along to the next show in the next day or so.
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Post by King Richius on Aug 20, 2018 7:35:34 GMT -5
This was a surprise to wake up to. Sleep is overrated, particularly when you slept until 5 pm the previous day. What can I say? Chronic fatigue due to Crohn's Disease plus accidentally taking the Tylenol PM instead of regular Tylenol for a neck ache turns me into Rip Van Winkle.
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Post by Drakz on Aug 20, 2018 11:05:24 GMT -5
Awesome main event and finish!
Well done everyone that was a brilliant show!
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Post by Markw on Aug 20, 2018 12:44:48 GMT -5
Any chance of getting the RPs unlocked for a day or two? Would like to get to at least a couple more, wasn't expecting the results this early!
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Post by King Richius on Aug 20, 2018 12:57:53 GMT -5
Any chance of getting the RPs unlocked for a day or two? Would like to get to at least a couple more, wasn't expecting the results this early! Because you asked so nicely, sure. You've got a couple of days.
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Post by Markw on Aug 20, 2018 13:13:42 GMT -5
Any chance of getting the RPs unlocked for a day or two? Would like to get to at least a couple more, wasn't expecting the results this early! Because you asked so nicely, sure. You've got a couple of days. Cheers. Hop on Facebook when you get a minute, got a couple of Qs for you.
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Post by Kyzer on Aug 20, 2018 15:20:21 GMT -5
Great show! It is great to see a full turnout. It seemed a little like the Mesh Show but it was still entertaining. King Richius wrote a great main event. Great stuff all around.
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Post by King Richius on Aug 20, 2018 15:45:04 GMT -5
Great show! It is great to see a full turnout. It seemed a little like the Mesh Show but it was still entertaining. King Richius wrote a great main event. Great stuff all around. True but that's what happens when @ballparkb0b writes two matches and two segments, basically saving the show from the hell of the dreaded one page summary matches and no segments. Not gonna' steal any shine from someone who is contributing so heavily. I will poke fun at it though. We're nothing if not self-aware at the WFWF offices.
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Post by Kyzer on Aug 20, 2018 15:48:18 GMT -5
Great show! It is great to see a full turnout. It seemed a little like the Mesh Show but it was still entertaining. King Richius wrote a great main event. Great stuff all around. True but that's what happens when @ballparkb0b writes two matches and two segments, basically saving the show from the hell of the dreaded one page summary matches and no segments. Not gonna' steal any shine from someone who is contributing so heavily. I will poke fun at it though. We're nothing if not self-aware at the WFWF offices. I wasn't pointing it out as a negative. Just a statement of observation.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 20, 2018 19:50:14 GMT -5
Wow. Just wow.
If Meltzer were to rate this show, he'd give it 8 stars because it is at the Tokyo Dome. Hack joke, I know.
Anywhooooo.....
The commentary was on point this show! More than once, I laughed or chuckled at all the shade that was being thrown.
Whoever "wrote" both Needles/Priceless and Mesh/Rodriguez is trash and needs to GTFO from the fed. Who needs Dayquil when you have that?
Seriously though, I just hope I portrayed both Needles and Priceless in a good light.
I like the Lance Rodriguez character so again, I just hope I did him justice as well.
I was surprised by the results of Casey/Shuggy but it was a great match. That editor's note though...... I LOVED the commentary for Broom/Jones. It's a damn shame that Jones no longer is part of the fed because that character had so much potential.
Any promo from Ante Whitner has me hooked so I enjoyed the contract signing. Can't wait to read the RPs for that match!
What can I say about the main event? It was excellent. Zmey and #lizardkink really brought it, like they always do so I wasn't surprised. I popped for Kyzer's appearance at the end. Like with every match that has Kyzer's fingerprints on it, there's many questions that I want answers to but like every good story they'll get answered overtime which means nothing but only good stuff going forward.
I noticed a couple of errors that I noticed:
I've only been in the fed for five months now but these are the kind of shows that I want to be a part of. Small roster, I know but I sincerely hope that these next few shows are just as packed as this one was. I'm glad to have taken part in this show.
Good job everyone!
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Post by King Richius on Aug 20, 2018 20:02:05 GMT -5
I was surprised by the results of Casey/Shuggy but it was a great match. That editor's note though......
That's what happens when I'm putting the finishing touches on the show at 4:00 am. I'm not the first to do it. I believe it was bad guy™ who once wrote a match that broke ye olde forth wall numerous times and possibly Drakz did it once when a match was submitted with no commentary and he put it in the show as it was submitted with a sarcastic note about not having the time to add commentary of his own.
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Post by CM Poor on Aug 20, 2018 20:29:51 GMT -5
I was surprised by the results of Casey/Shuggy but it was a great match. That editor's note though......
That's what happens when I'm putting the finishing touches on the show at 4:00 am. I'm not the first to do it. I believe it was bad guy™ who once wrote a match that broke ye olde forth wall numerous times and possibly Drakz did it once when a match was submitted with no commentary and he put it in the show as it was submitted with a sarcastic note about not having the time to add commentary of his own. That sh*t's been a mainstay around here forever now. See also: the SuperBrawl match between Mantis Toboggan and Stan McMann
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Post by The Violent Gentleman on Aug 20, 2018 21:14:15 GMT -5
Wow. Just wow.
If Meltzer were to rate this show, he'd give it 8 stars because it is at the Tokyo Dome. Hack joke, I know.
Anywhooooo.....
The commentary was on point this show! More than once, I laughed or chuckled at all the shade that was being thrown.
Whoever "wrote" both Needles/Priceless and Mesh/Rodriguez is trash and needs to GTFO from the fed. Who needs Dayquil when you have that?
Seriously though, I just hope I portrayed both Needles and Priceless in a good light.
I like the Lance Rodriguez character so again, I just hope I did him justice as well.
I was surprised by the results of Casey/Shuggy but it was a great match. That editor's note though...... I LOVED the commentary for Broom/Jones. It's a damn shame that Jones no longer is part of the fed because that character had so much potential.
Any promo from Ante Whitner has me hooked so I enjoyed the contract signing. Can't wait to read the RPs for that match!
What can I say about the main event? It was excellent. Zmey and #lizardkink really brought it, like they always do so I wasn't surprised. I popped for Kyzer's appearance at the end. Like with every match that has Kyzer's fingerprints on it, there's many questions that I want answers to but like every good story they'll get answered overtime which means nothing but only good stuff going forward.
I noticed a couple of errors that I noticed:
I've only been in the fed for five months now but these are the kind of shows that I want to be a part of. Small roster, I know but I sincerely hope that these next few shows are just as packed as this one was. I'm glad to have taken part in this show.
Good job everyone!
I wrote Broom/King. Glad you enjoyed it. I had a lot of fun with it - especially the commentary.
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Post by Kill Em' All on Aug 21, 2018 0:22:28 GMT -5
Fantastic show top to bottom. The writing for this was fantastic. I loved Priceless/Ryan match style. Everything from top to bottom on this, makes me really happy to be in the WFWF.
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