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Post by Deleted on Nov 30, 2019 19:19:01 GMT -5
The Battle of Sterling is how the pay-per-view opens.A very fitting song.It's a song about war.A battle.A fight.As the pounding of freedom continues to play in the background, we are taken to a long, empty field, devoid of all color.The grass is desaturated, only a faint green and the sky is gray and dull.Tonight, the hot prospect looks to make a name for himself against The Lethal Weapon.A vignette of Johnny Mason appears like a spirit in the sky, like a highlight heel of Mason at his most sadistic. The image of Mason then dissipates and then ghastly vignettes of Frank Lynn at his best is the movie for the sky.
It's DO OR DIE.Two of the strongest wrestlers on the roster collide to see whose future is the brightest.
Quick shots of "The Father" Luke Marshall and MAIM in action intertwine until slowed down images of both wrestlers posing set the stage for what's at stake.It's DO OR DIE.The momentum squares off against the destroyer.
Highlights from the unexpected and meteoric rise of Billy Broom is quickly recapped in images and clips until a dark shadow causes the images to disappear into the gray sky, leaving only a ghostly image of The Destroyer plastered across the sky like a Bat Signal of Evil.It's DO OR DIE.Pride and Legacy will be on the line.
Cut to DevilKiller's shocking return at SuperBrawl X, his big win against Cameron Stone, ending with his face-off against Thunder until the sky begins to do just that - thunder, crackling in the sky where a very faint glimpse of the WFWF legend is seen. It's DO OR DIE.
Will tonight be the end? Or will it just be the beginning?
The long, storied career of Drakz plays like a short film, showing only the good parts until suddenly, Drakz's striking good looks are obscured by a metallic mask.The mask of The Dragon.Tugarin Zmey, towering over the champion, lurking in the distance, the physical manifestation sense of suffering.Tonight....It's..... The energy inside The SSE Hydro Arena is electrifying. The crowd is salivating at the mouth for the epic night of action that they have been promised - and have waited for as the fireworks go snap, crackle and pop! The crowd is on their feet as we cut to Alecia Matthews, dressed professionally in an smooth, ironed maroon suit alongside Maxwell Dachs, wearing a clean white shirt with a red bow tie, his mustache game on fleek.Alecia Matthews: Welcome, everyone to Do or Die! I'm Alecia Matthews!Maxwell Dachs: And I'm Maxwell "The Brass Tacks" Dachs!Alecia Matthews: We are live from the sold out SSE Hydro Arena in Glasgow, Scotland - our first stop in the long WFWF UK Invasion Tour!Maxwell Dachs: Should be fun, Matty although, I gotta say - I'm surprised we're even live on the air right now. This show took ages to set up and such.Alecia Matthews: Well, with all the equipment and other things I'm sure Sleater has up her sleeve you can only imagine how it must've been getting through Customs but I assure you, everyone - The WFWF is still alive and well!Maxwell Dachs: Let's hope so, otherwise it's going to be a loooooooong time here in The Land from Down Under.Alecia Matthews: Umm...that's Australia. Maxwell Dachs: Same difference.
For the second show in a row, Lila Sleater and Kris Kash kick off the broadcast. They are both dressed in their Sundays-but-it's-really-Saturdays best and both gleaming with smiles on their faces.
Lila Sleater: Good afternoon everyone!
The Scotland crowd is salivating; they cannot wait for the action to begin and they came out in droves.
13,000 to be exact.
Lila Sleater: I know you’re just waiting for the show to start but I just wanted to take some time to thank…..YOU.
The suited woman points at the sold-out SSE Hydro Arena – meaning the crowd.
Lila Sleater: I want to thank each and every one of you for being loyal fans. I know things haven’t been exactly….the best these last few years but you all were always there.
The crowd gives themselves a round of applause. Lila Sleater: Destroy What You Enjoy was a huge success....and that's just the beginning. We have tons of surprises in store for this company and there are many changes coming so I'm fairly confident that tonight will not only topple the expectations that Destroy What You Enjoy set but it will also another step towards the future!
There’s also someone else I’d like to thank.
Lila turns her head and looks at the redheaded man standing next to her. Lila Sleater: I would like to thank you, Kristopher Abernathy Kash.
The crowd doesn’t how to react.
I’ll admit – I felt insulted when the Board of Directors felt the need to have someone work alongside me running this company but –
She smiles.
But I have to say – you, sir are a lifesaver.
Kris Kash looks overwhelmed, placing his jewelry-adorned hand on his chest.
Lila Sleater: You have done more for this company in just five months than most have done in years! The change you promised me is apparent and I’m confident that with you as my business partner, we’ll bring the WFWF to its former glory!
The SSE Hydro pops!
Would you like to say a few words?
Sleater hands Kash the microphone and the crowd waits in anticipation for him to speak.
Not really.
Kris Kash: Wow, thank you! I’m so humbled right now! When I was asked by the Board of Directors to come aboard, I couldn’t help but smile.
Kris Kash flashes his pearly white teeth, making sure the hard camera sees them.
Kris Kash: I smiled because I love professional wrestling and I want this company to succeed.
For those of you who don’t know, I wasn’t always wealthy.
In fact, I grew up poor. My father was a wrestler but back in his time it wasn’t as glamorous – or profitable as it is today.
When we had nothing, no one ever gave us a hand.
When the Board of Directors called me, I was immediately taken back to those days when I needed help.
And I am glad to see that I’m having such a positive influence in this place.
The crowd gives Kris a round of applause for his speech.
Kris Kash: I also have a bit of an announcement to make.... Lila makes a face, one of excitement and curiosity, as if she wasn't in the know.
Kris Kash: We all know that the whole reason why The UK Invasion Tour was even possible was because of me. Spending 8 months in the UK should be A LOT of fun, culminating in The Biggest Show of the Year – SuperBrawl 11!
After that? We’re going to paradise baby!
The crowd goes wild! Even Sleater herself seems taken back by the announcement.
Kris Kash: Following SuperBrawl, we’re going to Miami!
And for the first time EVER in WFWF History – we’re going to Hawaii!
The Philippines!
Fiji!
And my hometown, The Land from Down Under – Australia!
And those are just the ones we can confirm right now.
A devilish smile from Kash.
Kris Kash: And I have another bombshell so dirt sheets, get ready to have your sites crash.
Suddenly while Kris Kash is in mid-promo, there seems to be some commotion in the crowd….
Among the crowd is a lanky man with shaggy hair, half of it black and the other, a bright pink. Some of those in the crowd seem to recognize the man and shout his name which is inaudible to the broadcast.
His white leather jacket, scribbled on with black sharpie has blotches of blue and pink paint with a skull haphazardly sketched in black sharpie on the back makes his way through the crowd.
His black skinny jeans are frayed and ripped.
Maxwell Dachs: Look! It’s that miscreant again.
Alecia Matthews: Shut up. He really seems to have some sort of issue with Kris.
Maxwell Dachs: Yeah! The fact that he’s isn’t as good-looking as Kris…or me, for that matter.
Alecia Matthews: Ugh.
The man is laser focused on Kris, who hasn’t said a word since he noticed the outsider. Arena security surrounds the pink haired man who then starts to laugh.
He starts shouting words at Kris, but they can’t be heard on the broadcast.
Kris Kash: Okay, get him out of here! NOW!
As soon as the arena security close in on the man, he swings!
Alecia Matthews: OH MY!
Maxwell Dachs: Someone stop that street urchin!
The leather clad man swings away at anyone near him before making eye contact with Kris in the ring.
He jumps the barricade and charges towards Kris!
The rich redhead grabs Lila and the two get out of dodge!
The lanky man stands idly in the center of the ring, huffing and puffing. He turns around and sees the microphone that Kris dropped.
?: So that’s all I am to you, huh? An “online stalker”? An “obsessed fan”? Why don’t you tell your boss there who I really am?
The man's thick Australian accent breathes into the microphone. For the first time since joining the WFWF, Kris Kash isn’t cool, calm and collected.
He’s livid.
Unable to maintain control of his surroundings.
?: Well? Are you going to tell her, or should I?
Lila looks at Kris confused and unsure of what’s happening.
?: Miss, if I may, my name is Kasey Kash!
The crowd ooh and ahh at the revelation.
Maxwell Dachs: Kasey Kash? As in –
Alecia Matthews: Kris’ brother.
Kasey Kash: What other secrets should I tell your boss, Kris? How long are you going to keep pulling the wool over everyone’s eyes? You may have everyone here fooled but not me.
Just as Kasey goes to open his mouth, he’s hounded by arena security! They tackle him to the ground but Kasey refuses to stay down!
The security start to take him out of the ring but he’s able to put the microphone to his mouth -
Kasey Kash: KRIS, I’M YOUR F**KING BROTHER! YOU KNOW EXACTLY WHY THE F**K I’M HERE, BECAUSE YOU ARE THE REASON SHE IS –
The microphone is suddenly cut but Kasey shouts into it regardless, hoping that his message is heard loud and clear. The restrain him and carry him out of the ring, taking him through the crowd and out of the arena.
Lila and Kris watch on until Kris storms off with Lila trailing behind.
We then cut to Alecia Matthew-
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Maxwell Dachs: ....and that was the first time I got crabs. Alecia Matthews: I seriously did not need to know that.... Maxwell Dachs: I'm just saying. Don't go drinking at a weird "Scottish" pub, you might wake up with lice. Alecia Matthews: I can't believe I managed to somehow segue away from..... that but it's time for tonight's opening bout! The arena goes black. The first psychedelic guitar screams of "Anthem of the Space" blast out over the arena speakers as multi-colored spotlights zoom around the arena, converging on the entrance stage to bathe Frank Lynn in a bright white light. He stands with his arms spread and looks to the sky, soaking in the moment with the International Championship glistening under the lights. His manager Daphne comes out to join Frank on stage and they make a slow purposeful walk to the ring, the spotlight following each of their steps as it cycles through the colors of the spectrum. Daphne begins to swing what appears to be a dog collar and leash with a smirk on her face. Christa Adina: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first; being accompanied to the ring by Daphne Velasquez, from Boston, Massachusetts, weighing in at two hundred and thirty-wo pounds, he is the reigning WFWF International Champion…Frank Lynnnnnn! Maxwell Dachs: Okay so why does Chica have a dog collar with her? Alecia Matthews: I have no idea. Maxwell Dachs: I wonder if she’s into pet play? Alecia Matthews: Pet…play? Maxwell Dachs: It’s where you roleplay, pretending to be a pet – duh. Alecia Matthews: Only pets? Like cats? Maxwell Dachs: Cats, dogs, horses – anything, really. Alecia Matthews: Why would someone “pretend” to be a pet? Maxwell Dachs: A variety of reasons. It can be for fun… and for pleasure as well. Alecia Matthews: …..I’m scared to inquire further….. Maxwell Dachs: It’s really fun! You should try it sometime! Alecia Matthews: Yeah, nope. Not interested, thank you. They get to the ring, walking completely around it. Frank lets Daphne walk up the steps first and she enters the ring. She holds the ropes for Frank who steps into the ring and stands in the center with his arms spread. The single white spotlight suddenly splits into many different colored spotlights which zoom out from them and dance around the crowd as the house lights come up. Daphne removes his coat, carefully folds it up, and exits the ring to take her position on the floor by Frank's corner.
Then, a pair of haunting, choir voices echo throughout the arena, followed by the melodic voice, backed up by drums and a distant guitar -
Oh, I'll never kill myself to save my soul
I was gone, but how was I to know?
I didn't come this far to sink so low
I'm finally holding on to letting go
I'll never kill myself to save my soul
I'm finally holding on to letting go
The song builds and builds, the vocals, drums and guitar until...
I'm finally holding on to letting go!!!
The banging of the drums are thick and the guitar rips through the speakers causing the arena to shake as the song continues to rip and shred, echoing into the sky.
Christa Adina: And his opponent, from Indianapolis, Indiana, weighing in at two hundred and twenty pounds.....Johnny Mason! Johnny Mason the steps out from the curtain with his hands on his waist. The black hoodie that he’s wearing hides his face and he seems to be taking his time as he walks down the ramp, head down. Alecia Matthews: Mason is coming off a disappointing defeat at the hands of – Maxwell Dachs: MAIM!!!! Alecia Matthews: Yeah, her. The “Spunky Woo-ster” of the WFWF certainly impressed in her debut and considering what’s been going on with Mason’s personal life, losing didn’t help his psyche. Maxwell Dachs: Ahh, he’s a big boy. He’ll get over it, in fact I think he’ll – Alecia Matthews: His son passed away, Dachs…. Maxwell Dachs: Oh. Mason walks up the steps as Daphne shouts obscenities at Mason, swinging the dog collar and leash while she does so.
Mason turns to face her and shouts at her back! Daphne smiles before stepping away. Alecia Matthews: Daphne already with the mindgames. Frank pays no attention to the actions of his manager, looking focused in the corner as he awaits Mason who is now staring a hole right through Frank.
Once both men are inside, Mason takes off his hoodie and tosses it aside. Alecia Matthews: You can feel the tension between these two. Did you happen to catch Mason’s post about Frank on social media? Maxwell Dachs: I did and umm….I wasn’t sure if he was drunk tweeting or if he was hacked by Russians. Alecia Matthews: Uhh…what? DING! DING! DING!
The bell rings and both men circle around the ring – both men with looks of determination and no nonsense.
Mason mouths words.
Frank mouths words.
And before the sold-out crowd knows it, both men are in each other’s face! Alecia Matthews: Mason has a lot to prove in this match and – Maxwell Dachs: Yeah but let’s be honest here: is anyone seriously betting on Johnny Mason, the blandest wrestler of all-time to beat Frank? Alecia Matthews: I saw Penny Shannon pin Drakz to become the champion and I certainly saw Billy Broom pin Tugarin Zmey so I believe anything is possible in the WFWF. The face-to-face is getting heated, both men trembling at the words being spewed until Mason shoves Frank back!
The Lethal Weapon shoves Mason back!
Mason starts to breathe heavily, bareing his teeth before he lunges towards Frank and the two men trades shots! Alecia Matthews: And here we go! Frank and Mason exchange blows to the face – right hand from Frank, left hook from Mason!
Neither man is backing down, each shot getting harder and harder until Frank ducks underneath the left hook!
Swinging his leg around, he knocks Mason down with a sweeping kick before The Lethal Weapon transitions into a mounted position! Maxwell Dachs: My, he’s so fast! Alecia Matthews: They don’t call him “The Lethal Weapon” for nothing. With Frank in control now, he punches away at Mason’s face, despite his best effort to defend himself. When Mason manages to roll over onto his stomach, Frank again uses his martial arts training to change positions – Alecia Matthews: Rear naked choke by Frank!! Maxwell Dachs: Frank is the snake and Mason is the mouse!! Alecia Matthews: That’s awful! Frank has the hold applied, cinched in tight with his legs wrapped around Mason’s torso, constricting his lungs. Daphne can heard shouting at Mason to just give up but he isn’t!
He digs his fingers into the mat; literally scratching and clawing his way to the ropes but as is common in most wrestling matches, the ropes are just out of reach. Maxwell Dachs: Golly, imagine if Mason were to tap right here, right now? The referee is in perfect position, watching Mason turn blue from the lack of oxygen. Frank’s knuckles turn white due to his deathgrip on Mason. Daphne pounds away at the mat, screaming at Mason.
But he’s not giving up.
He grits his teeth and using everything he has left reaches for the ropes! Referee Mike Panic: Rope break! Johnny Mason grabs the bottom rope, forcing Frank Lynn to release the hold. Daphne paces back-and-forth, swinging the dog collar.
Frank backs away from his opponent, allowing him to get up.
Once Mason is up – he smiles.
And he starts laughing!
Johnny Mason: That all you got….bitch? The crowd groans and boos – and Daphne is hot! Alecia Matthews: Oh my! Maxwell Dachs: I’m loving the confidence in Johnny Blandson! She starts firing back obscenities at Mason while Frank motions at Mason to bring it.
Almost immediately, Mason charges towards Frank in an attempt to tackle him but Frank maintains his position. Realizing this, Mason gets Frank in the corner and traps The Lethal Weapon in the corner.
Mason repeatedly rams his shoulder into Frank’s gut but then – Alecia Matthews: Oh my God! Frank with the guillotine!! Frank wraps his arms around Mason’s head, wraps his legs around his torso with his back against the corner in another attempt to choke the life out of Johnny Mason!
Daphne is happy, jumping up and down at the mere awesomeness of that reversal!
Referee Mike Panic asks Mason if he wants to quit but he refuses.
Frank torques the hold, making it tighter and tighter but unlike last time, Mason is right next to the ropes.
Referee Mike Panic: Rope break! But Frank isn’t letting go!
The referee tries to pry Frank off Mason but he’s too strong!
1!
2!
3!
4! Alecia Matthews: Frank is going to get himself disqualified here! Maxwell Dachs: So what? I think Franky just wants to teach Johnny Boy a lesson and - Alecia Matthews: OH MY GOD!! Johnny Mason just threw himself through the ropes! Maxwell Dachs: Well, that’s one way out of a submission hold… There was a sickening thud heard as both men crashed and burned onto the outside mats.
Daphne can’t believe it either – both men are laid out on the outside and in pain due to the awkward landing, Frank arching his back in pain while Mason grabs his head.
The risky move however paid off since Mason is the first to his feet – and the first to be in control.
Daphne tries to rally The Lethal Weapon as Mason approaches him. She swings the dog collar and leash as the two lock eyes before they start mouthing words at one another. Daphne can’t believe it either – both men are laid out on the outside and in pain due to the awkward landing, Frank arching his back in pain while Mason grabs his head.
The risky move however paid off since Mason is the first to his feet – and the first to be in control.
Daphne Velasquez: Eres un pinche pero! Johnny Mason: F**k you too! Mason limps over to the fallen Frank Lynn and stomps on his face! He then picks him up and whips him towards Daphne, into the steel ring steps!
Mason, with a smile proceeds to flip off Daphne.
She returns the favor.
Mason walks over to Frank and bashes his head against the ring steps! Referee Mike Panic orders Mason to bring the fight back inside the ring – and gets flipped off for his troubles.
The crowd starts booing but Mason doesn’t care.
He grabs Frank again and throws him against the barricades! Maxwell Dachs: Johnny Boy has lost it! Mason has the look of a madman as he pounds away at Frank before irish whipping him into the apron, the hardest part of the ring!
SMACK!
The SSE Hydro Arena all groan in synchronicity as Johnny Mason’s knife edge echoes throughout the arena!
The referee gets persistent, ordering both men to bring the fight inside but Mason flips him off!
Daphne’s constant screaming can be heard in the background, which distracts Mason for but a second.
But then – Alecia Matthews: Frank is fighting back! Stiff forearms shots to the face of Mason send him reeling, allowing The Lethal Weapon to regain control of the match. Daphne shouts in excitement as the fight heads back inside the ring.
Frank puts the boots to Johnny Mason as he scurries away towards the corner. Sounds of smacking flesh can be heard on the broadcast as Frank Lynn beats away at Johnny Mason.
Referee Mike Panic jumps in between both men, separating the two but Frank shoves him to the side! As Frank approaches Mason, he uppercuts Frank right in the safety zone.
Meaning his balls. Alecia Matthews: Oh, come on Mason! I thought you were better than that! Daphne is livid! She climbs up onto the apron, wanting a piece of Mason but the referee turns his attention to her, keeping her out of the ring. With Frank hurt and the referee distracted, Mason reaches into his trunks…and pulls out a pair of brass knuckles! Maxwell Dachs: Ooooooh boy! Johnny Boy is "pulling out" of the stops here! Alecia Matthews: What has gotten into Mason? Seriously? Maxwell Dachs: Don’t you get it, Matty? Mason wants to make a statement by beating Frank Lynn by any means necessary! Alecia Matthews: I get that but that doesn’t mean sacrifice your morals, your integrity in the process though! Maxwell Dachs: Babe. In this business, there are no morals and integrity. Alecia Matthews: Don’t call me babe. As Frank gets up from the mat, the golden brass knuckles are pretty snug on Mason’s right hand. He winds up, going for a wicked right hook to the face of his opponent…
But Frank ducks and Mason hits the referee in the back of the head instead!
Before Mason can react, he’s dropped onto Frank’s knees with a backstabber!
Daphne checks on the referee as both competitors lie on the mat.
The crowd has been behind Frank throughout the match and especially now, they vocalize their support of The Lethal Weapon.
FRANK!
FRANK!
FRANK!
FRANK!
FRANK!
The roaring crowd energizes Frank as he is the first one to his feet, towering above Mason who favors his back. Frank picks Mason up, placing him against the corner before shouting at him:
Frank Lynn: You want to fight dirty?! He then winds back and –
SMACK! Maxwell Dachs: Did you hear that, Matty? It sounded like a shotgun blast! Mason flops like a fish out of water, grasping at his chest before Frank grabs him placing him against the corner again.
SMACK!
The crowd groans!
As Mason flails around on the mat, Frank shouts at him –
Frank Lynn: How’s that feel? Huh!? Johnny Mason goes to get away but again, he’s thrown in the corner by Frank and again –
SMACK!
A large red welt bubbles onto Mason’s chest in the shape of a hand, sending Mason to his knees. Frank Lynn: You wanna know where my balls are?! Here they are! Frank holds Mason’s head in place as he drives his knee right into his face! Maxwell Dachs: Crunch! A stream of blood begins pouring from Mason’s nose as it forms a puddle on the mat. Frank stands over Mason and proceeds to forearm the back of his head!
Maxwell Dachs: If Mason’s nose is broken, it’s going to be hard for him to breathe. Frank should be unrelenting in his assault here. Alecia Matthews: Yeah, you’re right. Maxwell Dachs: Of course I’m right, Matty! I’M MAXWELL “THE BRASS TACKS” DACHS! Alecia Matthews: ……… Frank goes for another submission hold but Mason was ready this time! He flips himself over on his back right as Frank goes for a triangle choke, but Mason’s boots manage to touch the rope…
But there’s no referee!
Alecia Matthews: Mason is trapped! The back of Mason’s boots stomp on the mat as he struggles to maintain control! Daphne swings the dog collar away while taunting Mason.
Daphne Velasquez: Who’s the bitch now?! WHO’S THE BITCH NOW?! Mason, with no other options nudges his body under the bottom rope in an attempt to free himself – but The Lethal Weapon hangs on! Maxwell Dachs: Frank is all over Mason’s butt like white on rice! Alecia Matthews: Wouldn’t you be if someone questioned your manhood on the internet? Maxwell Dachs: See, that would never happen since people just know – I’m an alpha male. Don’t I look like an alpha male? Alecia Matthews: Do you really want me to answer that? Maxwell Dachs: You don’t have to, but I understand. Just being in my presence is overwhelming enough. Alecia Matthews: …… Frank Lynn looks like a man possessed as he continues to choke the life out of Johnny Mason, despite being in an awkward position.
Mason then grabs onto Frank’s arms and moves forward, choking Frank in the process with the bottom rope!
Frank quickly moves his head away from the rope, allowing Mason to pull him further out from the bottom rope… Alecia Matthews: WHOA! Mason just spiked Frank on his head! Maxwell Dachs: As a former wrestler, I must say – the wrestling in this “match” has been garbage but that’s because this isn’t a wrestling match. It’s a fight! Alecia Matthews: Right you are, Dachs. Daphne looks concerned as Frank hasn’t moved since getting drop on his head. Mason, on the other hand is coughing, trying to catch his breath and allow air to fill his lungs once again.
With blood streaking down his face, Mason wipes the blood from his nose, looks at it – and smiles.
Daphne’s shouts of motivation suddenly turn to expletives as Mason eyes his brass knuckles from earlier lying not far from where his opponent is currently lying.
Mason slides the brass knuckles on his hands as he picks up Frank and throws him into the steel ring steps!
Mason then turns his attention to the downed referee. He violently jerks the lifeless official to wake up but to no avail. Mason instead picks up the referee and throws him inside the ring. He then walks over to Frank and bashes his head against the steel ring steps!
He grabs The Lethal Weapon and throws him back inside the ring as well. Mason early spits at the mat as he winds up, brass knuckles in hand. Frank crawls away, trying to give himself some space. Mason stalks him, waiting for the perfect opportunity…
Daphne shouts at Mason in English – and Spanish but he pays no attention to her.
He looks focused.
Maxwell Dachs: Just imagine, Matty – if Johnny Blandson manages to get the win here! It’ll be an even bigger upset than when Billy slayed The Dragon. Alecia Matthews: Yeah but Billy actually earned his win against Zmey and – Maxwell Dachs: Did he though? If memory serves me right, it was our world champion that got Zmey so distracted that Billy Boy was able to somehow roll up the big guy? Alecia Matthews: Billy always brings it in matches and - Maxwell Dachs: And while we’re on that subject - how in the world did Billy roll up someone like Zmey? Zmey is almost twice his weight and a foot taller! There is no realistic way Billy Broom should be able to roll up Zmey! Alecia Matthews: You seriously underestimate Billy. I think he’s more than proved himself to be worthy of being a title contender. Maxwell Dachs: Maybe. Possibly but still – Johnny Blandson here, at least did it himself. Alecia Matthews: You’re saying that as he clearly has brass knuckles. Frank uses the ropes to help himself up, Mason getting twitchy in the legs and as soon as Frank is up and turns around –
Alecia Matthews: Mason just drilled Frank with those brass knuckles! Maxwell Dachs: And why isn’t he pinning him? WHY!? Mason shouts the fallen Frank, cursing at him.
The crowd isn’t pleased at Mason’s blatant act of villainy.
Johnny Mason: Give me a shot at the title, Frank! Come on! Frank’s will is made of iron because he starts to show signs of life, causing Mason to smirk.
Once Frank is up again –
BANG!
Mason drives the steel right into Frank’s face sending him down to the mat. Maxwell Dachs: WHY AREN’T YOU PINNING HIM?! NOW’S YOUR CHANCE! Frank refuses to stay down! Dazed and confused, Frank reaches for the rope, using everything he has to slowly pull himself up while Mason gets ready to deliver the final blow…
Frank is up and turns to face Mason.
Mason swings for Frank’s head, going for the knockout punch.
Until…. Alecia Matthews: DASUCHOKU!!! The crowd comes unglued! The brass knuckles go flying as Frank chokes the life out of Mason, sending both men down to the mat! Like a snake strangling its prey, Frank squeezes Mason’s neck until he turns purple!
Referee Mike Panic is coming back to life, placing him in the right moment at the right time. Mason’s legs twitch and shake, trying his best to get another rope break…
But this time, he isn’t as lucky.
Mason is turning blue as white, thick saliva seeps out of his mouth, struggling to breathe.
Daphne Velasquez: Tap, bitch boy! Tap, bitch boy! Frank’s vice-like grip causes his knuckles to turn white as he squeezes….and squeezes the life out of his opponent!
Suddenly, Mason’s legs stop kicking, all signs of struggle slowly leaving his body...and he goes limp.
Maxwell Dachs: He’s out! Johnny Boy is out! DING! DING! DING!
The referee calls for the bell, but Frank Lynn still has the Dasuchoku locked in!
Daphne whistles as she swings the dog collar!
Alecia Matthews: Frank is refusing to let go of the hold! Maxwell Dachs: Think he’s trying to prove a point here. Alecia Matthews: Doesn’t mean it’s okay. DING! DING! DING! DING! DING! Referee Mike Panic jumps on top of Frank, trying to free Mason from his deathgrip but Frank refuses!
At this point, Daphne enters the ring, still swinging the dog collar with a big smile on her face.
The referee shouts at Frank to let him go but he ain’t budging.
Frank begins to shout words in Mason’s ears before finally letting go out the hold. Frank looks at Mason, lying on the mat before raising his arms in victory. Maxwell Dachs: Lesson of the day, kids – don’t get on Facebook while you’re drunk and insult your opponent’s masculinity. Alecia Matthews: You mean to tell me that you – Maxwell Dachs never insulted your opponent on social media? Maxwell Dachs: Didn’t have to. Unlike Mason over there, I would insult my opponent to their face – and actually win. Alecia Matthews: Oh yeah? Then what happened at SuperBrawl IX? Maxwell Dachs: We don’t talk about that…. All eyes suddenly turn towards the stage as a spotlight reveals the elegant form of Lila Sleater. She acknowledges the lukewarm reaction from the crowd with a fake smile and cursory wave of her hand before she power walks to the ring where Frank Lynn and his manager Daphne are waiting. Lila enters the ring and pulls out a microphone. Lila Sleater: Hello Frank, Daphne. At our last show you delivered an ultimatum: either you get a match for the world heavyweight championship at Survival of the Fittest or you leave the WFWF and return to your roots in the GFL, fighting for their world heavyweight championship instead of ours. Frank stands stoically, arms crossed, face expressionless as Lila tells him what he already knew. Daphne prowls around the ring inciting the crowd to boo the resident WFWF authority figure and causing her to stumble ever so slightly over her words.
Lila composes herself and continues. Lila Sleater: And you made it very clear you wanted an answer tonight. Well, I’m here to give you your answer in one word…. Lila pauses for dramatic effect, actually drawing the ire of the fans as they aren’t in a mood to wait. Neither are Frank and Daphne but they don’t show it. Lila Sleater: NO! The crowd erupts in boos and in some cases much worse as even the hardened Lila blushes at the insults shouted at her by the more creative WFWF fans. Frank continues to stand motionless, as if he this is exactly the answer he expected and though disappointed he won’t show it. Lila Sleater: Allow me to explain. The WFWF is like a machine with many, many moving parts of which you are just one. I tried but we could not work it out that you would face either Drakz or Tugarin Zmey at Survival of the Fittest without the rest of the machine breaking down. I ask that you be patient and reconsider your options. You will get your chance eventually, just not at Survival of the fittest. More boos from the crowd that turn into a very loud, rafter shaking “We want Frank!” chants. Lila Sleater: In fact, I have a counteroffer for you that we can shake on right now. I will give you a spot in the number one contender match in the elimination chamber at Survival of the Fittest AND I will guarantee that you are placed in a pod… the pod that will open last in the match giving you a huge advantage over the other five entrants. Frank finally breaks, showing his emotion in the form of a sneer and a snarl as he grabs the microphone from Lila. Frank Lynn: I will not jump through your flaming hoops anymore. I for damn sure am not going to be a part of your elimination chamber freak show. I remember what happened in the last chamber match the WFWF held. Did anybody walk out without a serious injury like a broken neck or a sword stuck through their hand? I’m a wrestler. I wrestle. The chamber is not wrestling. It’s the biggest flaming hoop yet and you can shove it right up your lily white a**! Some of the fans gasp in shock as Frank gives Lila an earful. More than a few faces also show concern over how this is going to end. They want to see Frank Lynn versus Drakz or Zmey, not Frank Lynn leaving the WFWF for good.
Frank Lynn: I’m insulted by your counteroffer. You’re just lucky I would never lay my hands on a woman outside of a sanctioned match. Too bad for you, I have her. Frank points behind Lila and smiles. Daphne comes up from behind, wraps an arm around Lila’s neck, and drops her to the mat with a vicious neckbreaker!
Lila rolls on the mat in obvious pain while Frank looms over her! Frank Lynn: Goodbye Lila. I wish I could say it’s been fun but it hasn’t. Frank slides out of the ring and starts to walk up the ramp while a shocked audience gathers their jaws off the floor. Daphne gets a few stomps on Lila in before she follows Frank.
They get halfway up the ramp when a red-haired figure saunters down the ramp. Kris Kash comes up to Frank with the cocky smile of a used car salesman and puts both hands on Frank’s chest trying to stop him. Then he produces a microphone and starts talking in that so fast it all becomes one run on sentence so you can’t interrupt him way employed by the most annoying telemarketers. Kris Kash: Please Frank, ignore Lila. Let me make you an offer you can’t refuse. How about a new contract? I’ll make you the highest paid wrestler in history. You want a movie deal. I can get that too. I’ll make you the next Arnold Schwarzenegger. You’ll be a household name. Just stay here in the WFWF. We can do great things together! Disgusted by the sleazy salesman approach from a little man who reeks of desperation, Frank grabs Kash and drops him to the steel ramp with an STO, then smoothly transitions into the Dasochoku. Kash’s face quickly turns red as he struggles in vain to break Frank’s iron vise like hold. Security runs out but Daphne gets in the way so that Frank can choke the other WFWF authority figure out. Once Kash is out cold, Frank releases the hold. He and Daphne walk side by side straight through security who back away and clear a path. Seconds later, the duo disappears backstage, the crowd still in shock. Alecia Matthews: Well then. I always thought one of our wrestlers would lay hands on the authority figures but I never ever thought it would be Frank Lynn. He’s always been a straight shooter. Max Dachs: You have to give Frank credit. He told them exactly what he wanted and was bargaining from a position of power. He didn’t get it so he left with the biggest of bangs. Alecia Matthews: Is he really gone? Have we seen the last of Frank Lynn? And what about the International Championship? Somebody get Kay Fabe on the case! Max Dachs: And while they’re at it, get some medics to check on our bosses. At least one of them better be well enough to sign our paychecks.
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The Father: Hello there my children...how wonderful it is to see you once again... He smirks as he is joined by Abigail and The JudgeThe Father: ...this is my first time in Glasgow...and tonight...tonight I have to take on MAIM... Abigail: Has our Lord and Savior already told you how the outcome of your match, brother? Luke looks over his shoulder to his sister...The Siren.The Father: Yes...yes he has Abigail...he whispered his words to me... Abigail: What did he say, Brother? The Father: He told me that this match might be my toughest fight yet...and that I cannot take this match lightly... He turns back to face the camera.The Father: Tonight...I continue down the path to cleansing WFWF...and MAIM...I'm sorry...but you are just a roadblock on my path...and I am going to have to be the one to put you down! The Father gets out of his chair and walks off...Abigail follows him, skipping happily behind him, The Judge picks up the camera and looks at it...tilts his head, he is confused by this technology...then throws the camera at the wall, ending the feed.
Back at ringside, Maxwell Dachs is scratching his head.
Maxwell Dachs: Okay, am I the only one seeing those....glitch things appear on the broadcast? Alecia Matthews: You know that's Father's shtick, my guy. Maxwell Dachs: No, that one was different. Like...my headset cut out there. Alecia Matthews: I don't know then. Maybe you need a new headset? Maxwell Dachs: Maybe. Alecia Matthews: Although I wouldn't leave if I were you, Dachs because the following match is going to decide who the future of the WFWF is going to be. Maxwell Dachs: Wait a minute, you don't mean.... Alecia Matthews: That's right. Maxwell Dachs: MAIM!!!! Alecia Matthews: Just...keep it professional, okay? Maxwell Dachs: Oh, I'll be professional alright. Alecia Matthews: I don't like the way you said that.... 
The arena goes black.
The arena fills with smoke and ominous chants, with thunderous drums in the background. Smoke emerges from the stage, eclipsing everything in sight until a man walks through the smoke… The Father slowly makes his entrance, holding his arms out wide, and his head leaning up towards the heavens, before he lowers his arms and head and begins to walk down the ramp slowly, joined by The Judge and a woman in a white dress.
Maxwell Dachs: Who has he brought with him this time? We can see his younger brother… does he bring his family here in a clown car? It seems that he has a new person with him every show. Alecia Matthews: You do realize who you are saying this about...right? Maxwell Dachs: ...yes... Alecia Matthews: I think that woman with him is “The Siren” that he mentioned earlier tonight. The Judge and The Siren are following closely behind, The Father leading the two to the ring, his eyes closed and holding his bible close to him, as he rolls into the ring and raises his bible in the air.
Christa Adina: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from Parts Unknown, weighing in at one hundred and ninety-three pounds, "The Father"...Luke Marshall! An electric guitar riff begins to play from the PA system, followed immediately by female vocals, lights of all colors flashing in sync with the song. Then MAIM runs out through the curtain. She adjusts her mask as she sees the crowd and politely slaps hands to those reaching out. She specifically makes an effort to catch the hands of children. Christa Adina: And his opponent, weighing in at one hundred seventeen and two third pounds...MAIM! Alecia Matthews: MAIM had quite the impressive showing in her first match against Johnny Mason, but will she be able to do the same here tonight? Maxwell Dachs: I don't know Matty, we have seen how brutal this “Father” has been in his previous outing against Daisy. I just have a bad feeling about this match, I wonder if it's too late to apply to be her workout partner... Alecia Matthews: ...Really? Again with that? She tumbles between the bottom and second rope to enter the ring and pumps up the crowd as she circles around the ring. She winks at the camera with a sheepish smile.The Father lowers the bible as she finishes the introduction and hands the bible to The Judge is joining him at ringside, before then taking off his jacket and under shirt, revealing his body, which is covered in homemade tattoos and self-inflicted scars. DING! DING! DING!The match begins with the two competitors meeting in the center of the ring, the height difference between the two clearly noticeable. Alecia Matthews: Look at the height difference between these two! Maxwell Dachs: It's like a battle between David and Goliath...I hope MAIM can come out of this okay, otherwise I might have to nurse her back to health. Alecia Matthews: Ugh. MAIM stares her opponent up and down, The Father looks down at her, before then holding his arms out wide and starts preaching his ways to her. Maxwell Dachs: Why is he preaching to her? He does realize that this is a match, right? Alecia Matthews: He is a very unorthodox character... let’s see how this plays out….. MAIM looks at him, confused for a second, before grabbing his outstretched arm and attempts to throw Luke into the corner, who doesn't budge, and just laughs at her attempts...but those laughs don’t last for long when all of a sudden MAIM dropkicks Lukes knee, dropping him to a single knee! Alecia Matthews: Smart thinking there by MAIM, try to chop him down to her size. As he tries to figure out what just happened to him, MAIM has already started to rain down forearms to the head of The Father driving him back into the corner feeding off the energy of the crowd, she then runs back to the opposite corner, charging up for a running attack, taunting to the crowd for a second. Maxwell Dachs: As much as I would like to watch MAIM strut her stuff, she's gotta pay attention to The Father. She can’t keep playing to the crowd like this! She charges forward...and is met with a Clothesline from Hell from The Father, who quickly covers MAIM! 1! 2! KICKOUT! Maxwell Dachs: DAMN! What a clothesline from The Father! Alecia Matthews: He just nearly took her head off with that clothesline… I hope MAIM is okay after that. More than anything, Luke seems impressed that she kicked out of that clothesline, he gets up and drags MAIM back up with him, irish whipping her into the corner, she stumbles forward and straight into a Cyclone Kick from The Father who quickly goes for the cover again! 1! 2! KICKOUT! Alecia Matthews: Big kick out from MAIM! I thought she might’ve been done there. Maxwell Dachs: You gotta have some more faith in her Matty, she is tougher than her stature would suggest. The Father gets up from the pin and looks down at MAIM, who is holder her head from the impact on the mat from the Cyclone Kick, Luke then looks at the turnbuckles and starts climbing them to the top! Maxwell Dachs: This is new from The Father, we haven't seen him go up to the top rope before. Alecia Matthews: He must really want to put MAIM away if he's going up top, I wonder what's going through his mind to be doing this? Maxwell Dachs: I’m a lot of things, Matty but a mind reader ain’t one of them. Alecia Matthews: It was a rhetorical question. As Luke reaches the top rope, he looks out over the audience and holds his arms out wide and starts yelling his words out to the audience… The huge screen in the arena cuts away from the action to show a confessional, voices can faintly be heard coming from inside. The camera moves in to see Wolf sitting behind the curtain. The Father stops dead in the centre of the ring and watches the screen. A voice from the other side of the confessional speaks to Wolf. ?: You have no sins to confess, Brandon, despite what your Brother says. You spoke out for the good of the flock. You’re a Wolf in sheep’s clothing. But you don’t have to be a wolf or a sheep any more. Just do what you know is right. The time for reasoning with him is over. Action is required now. You know what he is doing is wrong, and now you know what you have to do. Destroy it. The curtain pulls back and the Destroyer steps out of the confessional. He puts his hands in his pockets and saunters out of the church and through the door of the looming black building immediately outside. The video feed cuts and the focus is back on the action in the ring. Maxwell Dachs: Uhh….what was that? Alecia Matthews: That was Destroyer with Wolf and….wait – Wolf’s name is Brandon? Maxwell Dachs: The plot thickens. Father and his family are glued to the screen, confused and concerned…which gives MAIM enough time to jump up and meet him on the top rope, she throws his arm over her shoulder, steadies herself...and then - Maxwell Dachs: AVALANCHE SPANISH FLY! Alecia Matthews: ALL MAIM NEEDS TO DO IS HOOK THE LEG AND THIS MATCH WILL SURELY BE OVER! The crowd comes unglued when MAIM hits the spanish fly, she quickly then hooks the leg of The Father for a pinfall! 1! 2! KICKOUT! MAIM quickly picks him up and throws him into a corner, with his family at ringside looking on, The Siren is full of worry for her oldest brother, while The Judge is just standing there, holding Luke's bible close to his chest. MAIM quickly comes in and hits a running splash into the corner on Luke, who stumbles forward, clearly dazed from this barrage of offense from out of nowhere, MAIM is already perched on the second turnbuckle, waiting for him to turn around, as he does she leaps forward and connects with a massive Canadian Destroyer which sends him falling to the mat in a crumpled heap, MAIM is quick to hook the leg again. 1! 2! KICKOUT! Alecia Matthews: Surely that was three! There is no way he just kicked out of that! Maxwell Dachs: It was not three, but that was the closest count we have had in this match! MAIM looks shocked that he just kicked out of that, The Siren is screaming at Luke to get up and start fighting, MAIM has picked him up off of the canvas, throwing him into the ropes, he bounces off and runs straight into a jumping rolling elbow from MAIM, which does not drop the larger man, but staggers him enough to cause him to fall through the ropes and to the outside of the ring. Alecia Matthews: I am surprised at the fight MAIM is putting up here! This is a very impressive showing from the newcomer! Maxwell Dachs: What’s she setting up for here, Matty? MAIM is standing in the center of the ring, waiting for Luke to get to his feet as the referee begins the count.1! 2! 3! 4! Luke slowly starts getting to his feet, which MAIM sees and starts to run the ropes, building up speed as she does so. Alecia Matthews: I think she’s about to launch an aerial assault on The Father! Just as The Father gets to his feet, MAIM launches herself through the ropes at an ungodly speed, going head first straight into the sternum of The Father, who falls to the ground gasping for air, the crowd in the SSE Hydro come unglued at this display of offense from MAIM, the referee restarts the count. 1! 2! 3! Alecia Matthews: MAIM could just take the countout victory here, but she is lifting the limp body of The Father and trying to drag him into the ring! Maxwell Dachs: Not a smart move here, she could end up costing herself the match up here if she isn't quick about this! 4! 5! MAIM has The Father up and propped against the ring apron, struggling to lift him up and into the ring! 6! 7! Alecia Matthews: MAIM has pushed Luke into the ring! Now she just has to hurry up and get in herself! 8! MAIM slides into the ring, and looks down at the fallen Father, then at the top turnbuckle, then at the crowd, who start to cheer, realizing what she wants to go for, she starts the climb up to the top rope. Maxwell Dachs: We saw this move put away Johnny Mason at our last show, will it do the same to The Father here tonight? MAIM reaches the top rope, standing straight and calling The Father to his feet… ...which he does slowly, The Siren screaming at Luke to wake himself up, MAIM shrugs off the screams from the siren, she then leaps off the top turnbuckle... Alecia Matthews: SHE HITS THE KISMET! WHAT A MANEUVER! And drills The Father with The Kismet! MAIM quickly goes for a jackknife cover on the fallen Father! 1! 2! 3! DING! DING! DING! The crowd goes crazy when the referee calls for the bell, so does MAIM who starts jumping up and down with excitement as the referee raises her hand! Christa Adina: Here is your winner...MAIM!!! The Judge and The Siren quickly roll into the ring, which is enough to send MAIM running, The Judge kneeling at his fallen brother, The Siren screaming at MAIM, who is backing up the entrance ramp with her hands in the air, pumped about her victory here tonight! Alecia Matthews: Massive win for MAIM here tonight! Maxwell Dachs: Could not agree more Matty! That was a huge win over The Father, that has got to have skyrocketed her in the power rankings tonight! I’m a proud husband! Alecia Matthews: …..you’re married to her. Maxwell Dachs: Not yet, I’m not but spiritually and emotionally, MAIM and I are soul mates. Alecia Matthews: ….why can’t I just…get a normal broadcast partner? Intrepid WFWF backstage reporter Kay Fabe has a disinterested and slightly annoyed looking WFWF World Heavyweight Champion Drakz cornered. Showing more fortitude than many wrestlers have in the past when face to face with the best ever, Kay gets right to business. Kay Fabe: Do you have a moment to share a few words with us champ? Drakz: The fewer the better. Kay Fabe: Fine, I’ll cut right to the chase. At Destroy What You Enjoy, you attacked the number one contender Tugarin Zmey… with a car! Are you afraid of the Dragon? Are you afraid that you can’t beat him? ??: Well of course he is! Why else would he steal MY car, drive it halfway across the world, and run Zmey over with it? He lost to Zmey once. He’ll do anything to make sure it doesn’t happen again. Isn’t that right “champ”? The word “champ” drips with sarcasm as International Champion Frank Lynn steps into view, gently pushing past Kay Fabe so he is face to face with Drakz. Drakz: You should mind your own business. You wouldn’t want… Frank cuts Drakz off mid sentence.Frank Lynn: You talk too much Drakz. It’s your turn to shut up and listen. And to make sure you do… Frank motions around as Daphne enters the picture, accompanied by five unkempt men in fatigues and trucker hats, their long hair and even longer beards looking like a good home for all sorts of disgusting life forms. Daphne stands next to Frank, leaning on his shoulder. The five men surround Drakz so that he has no where to go. The look on his face… it burns holes through Frank and his gang of friends.
Frank Lynn: I realize Legacy may be beneath your notice so allow me to introduce you to the Dixons. Five of the most unsavory types you will ever run across in this business. And they work for me! Now don’t get your panties in a bunch. We’re not here to beat the holy hell out of you, even though that is what you deserve. That wouldn’t be my style. Think of the Dixons as my bodyguards, here to make sure you don’t do anything stupid. Drakz: I don’t do stupid. Two of the Dixons put their hands on Drakz’ shoulders and hold a finger over their lips, shushing him.Frank Lynn: You don’t get to talk. Shut up and listen. You stole my car. I’m sure you have no idea how much that car means to me and I’m not going to explain it to an asshat like you. Now I could press charges and have you arrested but there is something not quite satisfying about that. I want the personal touch. Drakz raises an eyebrow as apparently not having to deal with an arrest appeals to him. Frank Lynn: I want to get my justice in the ring, with something on the line that means as much to you as that car means to me. I want a championship match against you! You’ve already taken Zmey down a peg… with MY CAR! He should be easy pickings for you. And afterwards, you are going straight to Lila where you will demand that I be your next opponent. If not, well something very bad will happen to you. Because when it comes to my car, I will throw out the rule book if need be to get justice. One way or another, you will pay for what you did to the Impala. You made it personal you dumb son of a bitch. Frank Lynn abruptly turns and walks away. The Dixons slowly circle Drakz menacingly while Daphne moves in close, strokes Drakz’ cheek with her hand, and whispers into his ear. Daphne Velasquez: You woke another dragon. Be a dear and do what Frank asks. I'd hate to see something happen to your pretty face. Daphne strides away to catch up to Frank, snapping her fingers as a signal for the Dixons to follow leaving Drakz once again alone with Kay Fabe. He looks stern, his mouth closed, but then cracks into a laugh through his nose.Kay Fabe: Any comment Drakz? Drakz: He never even asked me why I brought his macho car all the way over from the states? Too busy trying to keep it hard for me I guess. Kay Fabe pulls a face. Not particularly impressed with Drakz's comments on Frank's nethers. Drakz: See ya later.....Kay. I've got a fairly important match to get hard for myself.
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We cut to the dressing room door as Johnny Mason steps out, pouring a bottle of water over his head as a way to extinguish the fiery flames that burn bright inside his soul. He violently tears off the wrist tapes from his hands, clearly upset at his loss earlier today and as he starts to make his way to the back door of the arena, the camera follows him for some time, before a man with long black hair steps out of the green room.
?: Hey Mason! How's it been going buddy?
Mason stops for a second and looks to the right of him, and stares the man in the eyes.
Johnny Mason: You never called. You never said sorry. You never did anything. I have nothing for you.
Mason then shoulder checks the man, which turns him around enough to reveal it's Jayson Sykes, who looks dumbfounded as Mason continues walking without another word.
Alecia Matthews: Hey! It's Jayson Sykes! We haven't seen him since A Riot on Broad Street!
Maxwell Dachs: That show probably sucked since I wasn't on it.
Alecia Matthews: Actually, that show was pretty good. It had the debut of Mesh and an excellent match between Frank Lynn and Mak Cross in the main event!
Maxwell Dachs: Yeah, yeah. You just don't want to admit it.
Alecia Matthews: Ugh.
Maxwell Dachs: This show is waaaay better than that one.
Alecia Matthews: I'm not saying that but this night has been pretty crazy and you can bet your bottom dollar that this next match is going to be even crazier!
Maxwell Dachs: Did you just say "bottom dollar"?
The thrashing metal guitar riffs of "Gimme Chocolate" by Babymetal deafen everyone in the arena. "The Cleaner" Billy Broom comes out on stage in ripped jean shorts with a plaid hoodie but with no mop this time. He looks focused – and pissed as he makes his way to the ring. His wrists are bandaged in long, white tape. Christa Adina: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania...weighing in at two hundred and forty pounds…”The Cleaner” - Billy Broom!!! The Janitor slides under the bottom rope. The music fades, and he frenetically paces in the corner until…
The opening feedback of H. by Tool blares out, The Destroyer steps out onto the stage and adjusts his gloves. A single spotlight focuses on the stage, where stands, head bowed and hands folded behind his back.
Alecia Matthews: Now we saw Destroyer send The Father a message during his match but now, it's all about Destroyer and his return to the ring. Maxwell Dachs: Nice suit. Is that Armani? I look good in an Armani. For a moment, serenity rules, nothing moves and nobody breathes, until his head rises, adorned with a peaceful smile.Christa Adina: And his opponent, from Nottingham, England; weighing in at two hundred and five pounds…. The Destroyer! His steps are so graceful that he seems to glide down the ramp towards the ring.
Billy keeps his eyes on Destroyer as he starts to roll up the sleeves of his dress shirt.
DING! DING! DING!
Before Destroyer can finish, Billy lunges at him, dropkicking him into the corner! Alecia Matthews: WHOA! Billy with another explosive beginning to his match! Maxwell Dachs: Billy Boy seems mad here…. Alecia Matthews: I mean, wouldn’t you be if someone attacked you unexpectedly? Maxwell Dachs: Nope because I have the quick reflexes of a cat and the hearing of a moth. Had Destroyer pulled that on me, I would’ve heard him coming! Alecia Matthews: Right. Destroyer shoves Billy back but like a bat out of hell, The Janitor throws himself onto Destroyer, putting the boots to him.
Destroyer pushes Billy down to the mat, sending him down to one knee before Billy can take off, Destroyer lifts his foot up, driving the bottom of his shoe right into Billy’s face!
Alecia Matthews: Oh! That was gnarly! Maxwell Dachs: Yeah, guess you could say Destroyer really has a….”leg up” on his competition, eh? Alecia Matthews: ….. That move leaves The Janitor stunned, allowing Destroyer to roll up his sleeves entirely and walk towards his opponent.
While Billy is taller than Destroyer, right now he towers over Billy. He winds up, kicking his opponent right in the ribs!
Almost as if pain was a motivator, Billy winches but gets up, refusing to stay down! Billy goes to grab Destroyer but like cat, he immediately ducks underneath and drills Billy in the gut!
A clubbing blow to The Janitor’s back, followed by a leg sweep, sending Billy crashing down to the mat.
Destroyer eyes Billy’s heavily wrapped wrist and grabs the defenseless limb... Maxwell Dachs: Any idea why Billy’s arms are so wrapped in bandages, Matty? Alecia Matthews: I have no idea, to be honest. Maxwell Dachs: That was a rhetorical question. Don’t you read the news? Alecia Matthews: ….. And slams it onto the mat! Billy cries out in pain, his body convulsing! Destroyer smirks at the discovered weakness and immediately grabs Billy’s other wrist.
BANG!
Billy wails as Destroyer stands above him, emotionless.
Blood begins to seep through the bandages! Maxwell Dachs: Oh dear. Alecia Matthews: That’s not good. Despite the pain being at a 10, Billy continues to put up a fight, getting off the mat so that he’s on all fours.
Destroyer steps around The Janitor and kicks him right in the ribs!
So hard that it echoes through the SSE Hydro, causing the crowd to groan!Maxwell Dachs: Oh my! Did you hear that?! Alecia Matthews: Pretty sure everyone did, Dachs. Billy topples over, his arms laid out away from him. Destroyer swiftly gets in position, lifts his leg up and crunches Billy’s wrist with all his might!
Billy cries out in pain, his eyes glistening with hot tears as the bottom of Destroyer’s shoes are sticky with Billy’s blood, the bandage now completely soaked in a burgundy color.
The Janitor screams in pain as for the first time in his career, possibly his life – he retreats. Maxwell Dachs: I think Billy may have bitten off a bit more than he can chew this time around. Alecia Matthews: It’s kinda hard to put up a fight when you have no hands… Destroyer stalks Billy, the blood trail leading him right to his opponent. He goes to grab Billy’s boot, but The Janitor kicks his hand away, popping the crowd! Alecia Matthews: He isn’t done yet! The Destroyer reaches again but this time, Billy kicks his leg forward and drills Destroyer right in the knee!
He cocks his head to the side, gritting his teeth, hiding the pain before going after Billy again.
Destroyer goes to grab him but again, The Janitor almost kicks Destroyer’s knee inwards, sending the big man down!
The SSE Hydro comes unglued!
BILLY!
BILLY!
BILLY!
BILLY!
Billy grabs onto the bottom rope for leverage, slowly pulling himself up the mat but Destroyer is eying him, his steps growing heavier and heavier.
Destroyer grabs Billy’s boot with both hands this time, forcing him to hop on one foot until – Alecia Matthews: ENZIGURI!! OH MY GOD!!! The SSE Hydro roars!
Destroyer goes down! Billy holds himself up with the rope, struggling to maintain his footing. Destroyer rolls towards the corner and stays seated…
Before he grins ever so wickedly.
Then the lights go out!
Alecia Matthews: Oh! Not this again.... The crowd ponders on what could be happening in the dark abyss...When the lights come back on, he then raises his hand and points to something off in the distance…. The look of determination on Billy’s face suddenly turns to horror…. The spotlight is suddenly shining on one of Destroyer’s masked minions, dressed in a black suit with a new white, porcelain mask. In his hands is a terrified young woman with tears in her eyes.A young woman that’s very recognizable to WFWF fans. Alecia Matthews: Oh my God….that’s Jenny……that’s Jenny! Billy watches on, frozen with fear as his weeping teenage daughter cries out to him. Jenny Broom: Daddy! Daddy! Billy reaches out to his daughter in an attempt to save her until he’s swept off his feet by Destroyer! Alecia Matthews: The sick bastard! He’s using Jenny as a distraction! Maxwell Dachs: I mean….it’s a pretty smart idea…. Alecia Matthews: Oh shut up, Dachs! Maxwell Dachs: I’m just saying! Look, I did my research – Destroyer has always been about breaking down his opponents psychologically. Making them vulnerable – and that’s when he strikes! Alecia Matthews: Yeah, yeah, I get that but using a man’s daughter is seriously crossing a line! Maxwell Dachs: Welcome to the wrestling world, where nothing is off-limits. The crowd begins to express how they feel about Destroyer and his masked Anointed in the only way a Scottish crowd can – by cursing at them so loud that it sounds like a horde of wasps buzzing.
Destroyer continues the assault on the beloved Billy, stomping on his face with the back of his dress shoe but Billy refuses to stay down. The Janitor gets up to a seated position, but Destroyer quickly adjusts himself –
SMACK!
Groans from the crowd.
SMACK!
Groans from the crowd.
Hard, stiff kicks to Billy’s chest and spine, Destroyer heaving with each kick. He leans back on his left leg and kicks Billy right in the heart, sending The Janitor down to the mat.
Jenny cries out as she watches her father get dismembered. Alecia Matthews: She was there when Billy lost at SuperBrawl….she doesn’t need to see this….. Maxwell Dachs: I hate to sound harsh but the kid’s gotta grow up sometime. Destroyer distances himself from the downed Janitor and he waits….
He waits patiently for the right moment to strike…. Maxwell Dachs: At least Destroyer wants to put Billy out of his misery here. As Billy comes to, grabbing his bloodied wrists Destroyer motionless stands in the corner, ready for take-off.
He suddenly takes off, running towards Billy, leaping into the air, his knees out in front of him…
Until… Alecia Matthews: BILLY MOVED!!! BILLY MOVED!!!! The crowd pops! In a speed almost matching the one of his opponents, Billy follows up with a running bulldog, introducing the mat to Destroyer’s face for the first time in the match!
BILLY!
BILLY!
BILLY!
BILLY! Alecia Matthews: LISTEN TO THIS CROWD!!! Billy winces as he continues to favor his wrists but the fight in him is still alive and well. Destroyer stays on one knee, feeling the effect of being spiked on her face. Billy slowly approaches him but –
SMACK! Alecia Matthews: BICYCLE KICK FROM DESTROYER!! IT’S BACK-AND-FORTH NOW!!! Maxwell Dachs: Billy ain’t going down though! The Janitor bares his teeth as he tenses up, struggling to stay on his feet. Destroyer quickly smirks before bouncing off the ropes, nearly decapitating Billy with a stiff clothesline!
But Billy refuses to go down!
The Janitor lets out a bloodcurdling scream! Billy Broom: Come on, motherf**ker!!!! Destroyer immediately kicks Billy in the gut before running the ropes again, nailing Billy with a stiff clothesline right across the throat!
Billy is stunned, he’s on spaghetti legs but again he refuses to go down! Billy Broom: Hit me!!! HIT ME!!!! A devilish smirk from Destroyer before he kicks his opponent in the gut again, only this time Destroyer scoops Billy up and brings him down onto his knee, right behind the neck! Alecia Matthews: Oh God! What a devastating looking move! Billy’s limbs are sprawled out away from him. Jenny is sobbing uncontrollably at this point, watching her father die in the ring while she’s restrained, unable to save him.
Jenny Broom: Daddy!! No!!! Don’t do this!!! Please!!! Alecia Matthews: We can hear her from over here….my heart’s breaking…. Destroyer looks over at the hysterical Jenny with no emotion or expression. Destroyer gets on both knees before turning his focus onto Billy.
He lays over Billy’s body in a pin attempt.
1!
2! Alecia Matthews: BILLY KICKED OUT! BILLY KICKED OUT!! Maxwell Dachs: Billy has a deathwish…. BILLY!
BILLY!
BILLY!
BILLY!
The crowd remains on their feet, ranting and raving for The Janitor to make the comeback. Destroyer, however, remains stoic and cold. While on his knees again, he looks over at Jenny and motions at The Anointed with his hand.
Jenny then begins to scream. The masked figure proceeds to grab her by the hair and begin dragging her away as her screams grow louder…
And louder….
Destroyer turns his attention back to Billy who seems to have been reanimated by the cries of his beloved daughter because he headbutts Destroyer right across the nose with such force and speed that Destroyer is left blindsided!
Billy is reenergized and with such valiant effort, exits the ring, climbs over the barricade and slowly makes his way up the arena steps where The Anointed stands with a handful of his daughter’s hair. Alecia Matthews: Billy is going after Jenny! He’s going to save her no matter what! Jenny’s screams continue to be heard as Billy pushes himself to take one step after another, past the crowd that’s behind him and just as determined to see the father save the daughter from danger.
The referee checks on Destroyer who pays him no attention. Despite having a red bruise on his face from Billy’s vicious headbutt he doesn’t react, his eyes glued to the staircase.
Billy reaches the top of the stairs where The Anointed stands still with a crying Jenny in its hands. Without hesitation, Billy marches closer and closer towards The Anointed with a look of murder in his eyes, wide with rage. The masked figure not moving a muscle….
Billy goes to lunge at the masked figure until he’s attacked from behind!
Alecia Matthews: Wha- how the hell did Destroyer move so quickly!? Maxwell Dachs: He’s deceptively quick. How have you not noticed this? Jenny screams louder as she’s within arms reach of her father’s body after it was trampled by The Destroyer, sweeping his brown hair back. Jenny Broom: Daddy! No!!! Destroyer grabs Billy from his blooded wrist, blood sticking onto Destroyer’s pale skin and drags him to the edge of the staircase.
Some of the fans nearby pelt The Destroyer with drinks and trash but like a cold-blooded machine, Destroyer doesn’t flinch.
It appears as if he’s smirking.
He looks down at Billy’s hopeless body before he slings it down the staircase! Alecia Matthews: OH MY GOD!!! Billy crashes and burns onto the cold, concrete right angles as they provide no give as the back of his head and neck bounce off the solid floor!
Destroyer casually walks down each step, the fresh blood on the bottom of his shoe sticking to the floor.
As he gets closer and closer to Billy, whose falls caused him to land back first against the barricade seems to be on dream street.
Like a Tesla, Destroyer goes from 0-60 in about 2.1 seconds, leaping into his air with his knees pointed out in front of him –
CRASH! Alecia Matthews: OH MY GOD!!!! Maxwell Dachs: DID THAT JUST HAPPEN?! If by “that”Dachs means that Destroyer sent Billy crashing through the barricade with a running knee, then yes, it did happen.
The crowd is going banana!
HOLY S**T!
HOLY S**T!
HOLY S**T!
HOLY S**T!
HOLY S**T!
Billy is out cold as his body lays against the broken piece of plastic and metal that he was just sent through.
Destroyer immediately sits up, adjusts the collar of his white dress shirt which has been splattered with blood and sweat.
He grabs Billy’s wrist again and drags him back to the ring before lifting him off the padded floor, rolling his corpse back inside the ring.
Destroyer towers over the unconscious Billy before motioning to The Anointed. Jenny is still emotional, his cheeks blushing with sadness and her eyes are bloodshot from the tears streaming down her face. The masked figure proceeds to escort Jenny down the steps with Destroyer not taking his eye of his associate.
With the masked figure as her guide, Jenny walks through the carnage that her father was just put through. The bottom of her Chuck Taylors stepping on blood.
Her father’s blood.
The masked figure nudges her to walk forward, stepping over the destroyed barricade where her father was thrown through.
Once they’re at ringside, Jenny begins to cry again as she sees the lifeless body of her father lying idly in the ring. His breathes are short and irregular and his eyes are closed.
Once the two are in position, Destroyer gets on his knees again and covers Billy.
1!
2!
3!
DING! DING! DING!
Christa Adina: Here is your winner……The Destroyer! Alecia Matthews: Thank God it’s over…..now please, let the girl go! Destroyer lifts himself off Billy’s body, rolls his sleeves back down, buttons them up and stands above his opponent.
Destroyer and Jenny make eye contact, the frightened teenager looking at Destroyer with such disdain.
Destroyer, again remains like a statue. No emotion on his face.
He then raises his hands and makes a gesture….and The Anointed frees the girl. Maxwell Dachs: Simply brilliant. Alecia Matthews: What are you talking about? Maxwell Dachs: Don’t you see? Destroyer there never had any intentions of hurting the girl. He used her as bait to get Billy riled up and looked what happened. He lost focus of the task at hand and he got beaten. So much for having momentum… Alecia Matthews: Is that seriously all you can think of right now? Billy’s momentum?! Maxwell Dachs: Be angry with me all you want, Matty but you know I’m right – Billy should’ve never brought Jenny into the world of pro wrestling because there are always going to be guys like Destroyer that are going to use any vulnerability against you. Destroyer had the match won the moment he took Jenny. Alecia Matthews: You mean abducted her?! Maxwell Dachs: I’m not saying I agree with what he did, I’m just saying Destroyer knew exactly what buttons to push for Billy and as a result, the once hot-streak of Billy Broom has been…..destroyed. Alecia Matthews: You made that same pun last show, you hack. She immediately runs into the ring to check on her father as Destroyer grabs his suit jacket.
The fearless teenager isn’t backing down from the much taller man in front of her, but Destroyer pays her no attention, walking right past the young girl.
He accomplished what he set out to do and now, she serves him no purpose.
Destroyer exits the ring and walks past the destroyed barricade from earlier with The Anointed behind him. They disappear into the SSE Hydro crowd, taking their sweet time.
Once alone in the ring, Jenny as well as the referee check on Billy who hasn’t moved since the crash and burn through the barricade.
Jenny holds her father’s head in her hands and her touch alone is enough to spark some life in the big heart of The Janitor, his body jerking back into movement.
He frantically reaches for his daughter until the two make eye contact. Jenny immediately starts to cry again.
Billy looks like a warrior that barely survived a war, dark red streaks all over his body and face.
Jenny mouths words that the camera doesn’t pick up but it’s clearly obvious what she’s saying. Jenny Broom: I love you, daddy. The crowd knows it too and they start to applaud as the father and daughter reunite in front of 13,000 fans. Cut to various members of the crowd who are emotionally invested in the moment as they too shed tears of joy.
Billy holds his daughter tight.
Jenny holds her father tight.
They hug for what seems to be an eternity and amidst the pain he endured just moments ago, there’s a big smile on Billy’s face – as well as tears in his eyes.
Alecia Matthews: We’ve heard stories and we’ve heard rumors of Billy’s downward spiral since his heartbreaking loss at SuperBrawl but in the end, he finally got what he wanted all along – to be with his daughter again. Maxwell Dachs: Yeah, it’s nice right? Alecia Matthews: Wait – are you crying? Maxwell Dachs: No, somebody just cut some onions in here…. Alecia Matthews: It’s okay to cry, you know? Maxwell Dachs: I’m not crying! Shut up! THIS IS AWESOME! *clap, clap, clap, clap, clap*
THIS IS AWESOME! *clap, clap, clap, clap, clap*
THIS IS AWESOME! *clap, clap, clap, clap, clap*
THIS IS AWESOME! *clap, clap, clap, clap, clap*
Billy gives his daughter a kiss on the forehead before he mouths words to her as well.
Again, the camera doesn’t pick them up but it’s obvious the sentiment he’s telling his daughter.
Billy Broom: I love you, baby. Alecia Matthews: In a night full of chaos, this is so heartwarming. Maxwell Dachs: *sounds of sniffles*Damn allergies.... Billy and Jenny share their moment in the ring until Billy turns his body and motions at Christa Adina for a microphone.
The ravishing ring announcer steps inside and hands Billy the microphone before taking her leave, the cameraman catches her wiping tears from her eyes as well.
Jenny looks at her dad, her arm around him as Billy pants into the microphone. Billy Broom: Jenny….let me just say….. Billy suddenly falls on one knee. Jenny squeals in fear, using everything she has to pick up her father. Despite the image and sounds of his daughter scared to death, Billy continues to grin. Billy Broom: Baby, I’m good. I…I promise you. Let me just say something to you…please. I want everyone in the damn world to hear me.... Billy wipes the thick blood oozing from his forehead so he can see his daughter’s face clearly. Jenny, as well as the crowd waiting in anticipation. Billy Broom: I….I love you. Jenny’s lips begin to quiver as Billy takes a deep breath. Billy Broom: I love you with all my heart….. Billy wipes more blood off his face. Billy Broom: This blood? I spill it for you. The bruises all over my body? That’s for you, baby. Billy Broom: I do what I do because of you. Because I want you to have the best life any girl could ask for! Jenny’s eyes start to water. Billy Broom: I know you’re scared right now but you don’t have to be. Now that I have you back in my life, I feel alive again! Jenny loses it, sobbing uncontrollably before throwing herself onto her father, hugging him as tight as she can again.
Amidst the blood on his face, Billy’s eyes glisten. Billy Broom: I’m sorry I couldn’t save Mesh. I’m sorry I couldn’t beat Needles. I’m sorry – The emotional moment is tarnished when police officers, wearing neon yellow vests storm the ring!
Twelve officers rush down the entrance ramp and like a pack of wolves, enter the ring and tackle Billy Broom to the ground!
The crowd grows into a frenzy! Alecia Matthews: WHY!? WHY NOW!? Maxwell Dachs: Billy’s a wanted man, Matty. Alecia Matthews: So what?! The man just went through hell and was having a beautiful reunion with his daughter! Maxwell Dachs: He should’ve listened to his parole officer then. Alecia Matthews: How can you be so cold? Maxwell Dachs: Billy broke a serious rule. Jenny shouts the officers to leave her father alone, but the officers ignore her pleading. Billy screams in agony as they wrench his blooded wrists together and place him under arrest on live pay-per-view.
Lila Sleater and Kris Kash along with a few WFWF officials emerge from the back to deescalate the situation. There’s a near riot at ringside!
Sleater and Kash talk with some of the arresting officers while the other bunch escort Billy away in handcuffs, a frightened Jenny trailing behind them.
F**K YOU!
F**K YOU!
F**K YOU!
F**K YOU!
F**K YOU!
F**K YOU!
The crowd is livid! Some of the more passionate fans in the front row jump the barricade and tackle one of the officers down – and a riot ensues!
Kash and the other officers get in behind while Sleater motions for WFWF security to get involved, waving her hands towards the front of the entrance stage!
Various members of the audience jump the barricade and a full-fledged fight between fans protecting Billy and Scottland’s finest ensues as one of the cameramen is knocked down! The fans are overpowered by the officers and WFWF security and the more unstable ones are also placed in handcuffs, officers driving their knees into the spine of the mob of fans that they have pinned down.
Alecia Matthews: WE HAVE A FULL-BLOWN RIOT ON OUR HANDS!!! SOMEONE DO SOMETHING! Maxwell Dachs: I’ll do something! Dachs takes off his headset and flees, jumping the barricade behind the announce table and disappearing into the crowd, leaving Alecia Matthews solo. Alecia Matthews: Are you serious?! Wooooooow! Kash and Sleater are escorted to the back by WFWF security as the mob continues to brawl with the police officers. Those escorting Billy have managed to slip away, not unscathed but away from the chaotic scene at ringside! Alecia Matthews: WE NEED SOME ORDER HERE!!! There are bodies everywhere, people shouting expletives and an angry mob that can’t be conta
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Lila Sleater: I know what’s going on, okay? Kris Kash tries to keep her back but Sleater is getting heated as well.
The officer just listens to Sleater venting as Billy is taken through the backdoor of the SSE Hydro where another awaits….
The press!
Reporters and journalists from all over the world surround the white, blue and yellow squad cars with a one-way ticket to send Billy to jail. Jenny Broom: You’re hurting my dad! The officers do their best to keep the press back, but they aren’t budging! Jenny goes to confront one of the officers but Sleater grabs her and keeps her back! Jenny shoves Sleater back!
They want answers!
Various flashes from cameras are enough to blind everyone in the general vicinity. The reporters are just as pushy as the fans inside, so some officers get physical, shoving reporters and journalists to the ground!
The officers manage to throw Billy in the back seat but the mob, having grown angry aren’t allowing the officer to make his way to the driver’s side.Police Officer #25: Step away from the vehicle! STEP AWAY FROM THE VEHICLE!! More police officers are sent out from the inside of the arena for crowd control!Another war between the press and the law enforcement ensues as the police siren drowns out the sounds of the frenzied crowd before driving away from the scene.
Sleater kicks the ground in anger and goes to comfort Jenny but she gets away from her and the teenager heads back inside the arena, slamming the door on Sleater's face.Back inside The SSE Hydro Arena, the crowd has been controlled and the scene is secure. Those who attacked the police were arrested and taken out of the arena and there is a feeling of uncertainty.
Alecia Matthews: Okay, I think order has been maintained for right now. I do apologize for that and for my broadcast partner jumping ship - Maxwell Dachs: NOPE! Sounds of an office chair hitting the announce table and the flickering noises from a headset are suddenly picked up on the broadcast, Maxwell Dachs stumbling into frame.
Maxwell Dachs: Sorry. My Door Dash order came and last time I left them waiting at the door, some punks decided to steal my dinner. Alecia Matthews: I don't believe you. Maxwell Dachs: That's okay. You really think I would just.....run away from something as fun as a freakin' riot?! Alecia Matthews: Yes. Maxwell Dachs: Oof. Then we really don't know each other. The lights go out and red, white, blue, and green lights circle around the arena as the opening notes of "Becoming the Bull" by Atreyu start playing over the PA speakers. The crowd erupts with a chorus of cheers as a silhouette of a man walks out in stage with a long trench coat and a hood over his head. As the vocalist screams "Come On!" The bright lights flip back on as the silhouetted man rips his hood off to reveal multiple different paint designs across his whole face and neck. His colorful hair falling wildly behind him, Devilkiller jumps with the beat of the music as he's feeding off the crowds energy. He goes and gives high fives to everyone he can in the front row. He gets to the stairs and looks around in amazement at the WFWF universe before running up the stairs and springboarding over the top rope. He climbs the corner turn buckle and makes his fingers look like a gun and puts it under his chin, jumping off as he pretends to shoot it and landing on his feet. He happily struts to his corner, before leaning back against it, ready to go.Christa Adina: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, from Jersey City, New Jersey . . . DevilKiller! Alecia Matthews: And now it's time for a match that could have been just a simple, clean competitive match. But after what Thunder did at the end of our last show, I don't know what's going to happen now. Maxwell Dachs: I'll wager they aren't going to shake hands. Alecia Matthews: Really going out on a limb there. ”Cult of Personality” begins to play, along with Thunder's entrance video. Thunder, however, does not appear on the ramp. The song reaches the chorus, and there's still no sign of him. Maxwell Dachs: Where is Thunder? Alecia Matthews: This is very strange. I wouldn't expect him to miss this match, after how he accepted the challenge. Maxwell Dachs: And I know he arrived in Scotland. The music cuts off and DevilKiller begins an animated discussion with the referee. Thunder jumps the rail from the crowd and waylays DevilKiller across the back of his head with a chair. DK collapses to the mat and Thunder throws the chair out of the ring. Thunder: Ring the bell! Ring the bell! Alecia Matthews: What the hell was that? And now he wants the match to start? Maxwell Dachs: The referee can't start the match as long as DevilKiller is down. Thunder continues screaming at the referee, who is checking on DevilKiller. He staggers to his feet and signals that he's ready to go. The referee rings the bell. Thunder immediately connects with a superkick that drops DK again. He makes the cover.1! 2!Devilkiller kicks out.Alecia Matthews: I can't believe he went for that kind of win. Maxwell Dachs: And I can't believe he even kicked out. Thunder waits for DevilKiller to stand up, set up for yet another superkick. This time, DK catches his leg before it can connect. Thunder begs off, but to no avail. DevilKiller plants him with a lariat. Thunder lands near the ropes, and rolls out of the ring to create some distance. He doesn't get much. When he turns around to face the ring, DevilKiller is already in midair, squashing the smaller Thunder with a suicide dive. He wastes no time and throws Thunder back into the ring. Maxwell Dachs: And now he might ready to regret all that. DevilKiller drops Thunder with a dropkick once he's able to reach his feet again. From there, he whips Thunder into the corner and charges at him with a running clothesline that connects. He heads to the opposite corner, hyping the crowd up for the second clothesline he's about to deliver. He charges and this time Thunder moves. DevilKiller hits the corner hard and collapses. It's not immediately clear why, but is soon obvious . . . the corner turnbuckle is now exposed. Thunder feigns ignorance to the referee. DK staggers to his feet, and the referee picks up the pad to put it back on. While his back is turned, Thunder takes advantage by rearing back and kicking DevilKiller low. Before the referee can even put the turnbuckle pad back on, Thunder calls the ref over and goes for the cover. 1!2!DevilKiller kicks out. Alecia Matthews: This is ridiculous now. DevilKiller is up against every dirty trick in the book. Maxwell Dachs: And that's smart on Thunder's part. It may not be right, but it's effective. Thunder pounds the mat in frustration before going back on the offensive. DevilKiller reaches his feet and Thunder chopblocks him from behind. With DK on his knees, Thunder hits shining wizard followed by a low superkick. DK lands down face first on the mat, and Thunder drops a knee down on the back of his head. Alecia Matthews: DevilKiller has taken a lot of shots to the head here. This does not look good for his chances. Maxwell Dachs: He's resilient, but he's going to need a lot to come back from this. Thunder struggles, but is able to lift DevilKiller up and connect with a piledriver. He makes a cover. 1!2!DevilKiller kicks out. Thunder kicks the ropes in frustration. This time, he sits DK up on the top rope and climbs up after him. He attempts a superplex, but DevilKiller is able to block it. DevilKiller slips out from under and then yanks Thunder's legs . . . sending Thunder into the still exposed turnbuckle. Maxwell Dachs: Damn! Right in the jaw. Alecia Matthews: We'll file that under living by the sword and dying by the sword. DevilKiller connects with his own superkick that seems to leave Thunder out on his feet. A second sends Thunder down to his knees, and DK quickly follows up with a knee drop. With Thunder out of it, DevilKiller climbs to the top rope and connects with a moonsault. He makes the cover. 1! 2! Thunder gets his foot on the ropes. Thunder pulls himself up by the ropes. He attempts to charge at DK, but it doesn't go well. DevilKiller catches him and hits him with a series of arm drags, with every attempt from Thunder to stop him failing. Thunder tries to crawl to the ropes, but DK doesn't let up. He dead lifts Thunder straight up into a german suplex that rocks Thunder. Alecia Matthews: What a display of strength from DevilKiller! Maxwell Dachs: I think Thunder's window of opportunity may have closed here. Thunder is hardly moving this time, and DevilKiller looks to finish him off. He climbs to the top tope and waits for Thunder to reach his feet. Once Thunder does, he leaps off the top rope to hit a flying clothesline. Thunder pulls the referee in the way and DK wipes him out. Thunder escapes unscathed. DevilKiller ignores the prone referee, catching Thunder charging at him in time. DK is able to plant him with a spear and Thunder is out again. He is prepared to now wake up the referee, when something catches his eye at the top of the ramp. It's Cameron Stone. Alecia Matthews: Cameron Stone is here! Maxwell Dachs: But what does he want? DevilKiller is about to put Thunder away. Stone stays at the top of the ramp, but the distraction lasts long enough to give Thunder an advantage. DevilKiller stumbles back and is met with a punch from Thunder that causes him to immediate crumble to the mat. It's quickly clear why: Thunder has brass knuckles on his hand. He puts them away and makes a cover. The referee is still down. Thunder tries to revive the referee, to basically no avail. It takes a slap across the face to finally wake the referee back up. With the referee now with it, Thunder turns around . . . and walks right into The Devil's Pitch Fork! DevilKiller makes a cover. 1! 2! 3! Alecia Matthews: DevilKiller did it! He just beat a legend. Maxwell Dachs: And he overcame a lot of underhanded tactics to win. What a victory. DevilKiller celebrates on the middle rope, although his eyes still land on Cameron Stone on the ramp. Meanwhile, Thunder has rolled onto the floor and grabbed a mic from Christa Adina. Thunder: I was robbed! I had him beat! I had Devilkiller pinned. And I did it fair and square. Alecia Matthews: Fact check: mostly false. Alecia Matthews: Okay, Snopes. Thunder: I demand the WFWF rectify this! This should show as a win for me. And if they have any decency, they'll put me in the match I deserve at Survival of the Fittest. Maxwell Dachs: What does he want at Survival of the Fittest? Alecia Matthews: I think it's safe to say he would want to be in the Survival of the Fittest Match. But wait . . . what is Stone doing now? Stone walks to the ring and makes his way onto the apron, where DevilKiller meets him. An argument breaks out and before DK has a chance to take a shot, Stone lands a right hand right to the jaw. DevilKiller staggers back and Stone jumps into the ring. Before DK even has a chance o regain his bearings, Stone strikes again . . . with a Cam Slam! Stone smirks at the prone body of DK and leaves the ring. Alecia Matthews: Oh my god! It's safe to say that DevilKiller and Cameron Stone is more than just a friendly rivalry now. Maxwell Dachs: And DevilKiller has himself another enemy.
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Dachs: I think DevilKiller vs. Cameron Stone III could steal the show! Alecia Matthews: The hell?! Maxwell Dachs: See? I told you! Alecia Matthews: What was that? Maxwell Dachs: I don't know. They've gone by so fast! Alecia Matthews: Could it be Father trying to send a message to Destroyer? Maxwell Dachs: I don't know anymore but I do know this - Sleater talked a lot about changing things up soon and I certainly hope she hires new production people. The ravishing Christa Adina enters the ring, a big smile on her face and her pink dress glistening under the lights.Christa Adina: Ladies and gentlemen, it is now time for your main event of the evening! Alecia Matthews: Oh my God! Maxwell Dachs: Let's go!!! The crowd is ready for the “epoch” encounter that they have been waiting for all night. 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. Christa Adina: Introducing first, the challenger...from Budapest, Hungary and residing in Seattle, Washington...weighing in at four hundred and fifteen pounds...The Dragon, Tugarin Zmey!!! The Dragon performs 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.
Suddenly –
Alecia Matthews: DRAKZ FROM BEHIND!!! The Streak Destroyer Destroyer Destroyer nails The Dragon with the gold plates of the WFWF World Heavyweight Championship, the metal connecting with The Dragon’s skull! Maxwell Dachs: The big guy goes down! Alecia Matthews: Oh my God!! The unusual sight of seeing Tugarin Zmey down is still shocking for WFWF fans. Drakz, already in his wrestling gear taunts and mocks the fallen beast before–
SMACK!
SMACK!
The crowd winces as loud whipping sounds echo throughout the arena, Drakz whipping Zmey with the leather straps of his championship belt across the back!
Referee Manuel Ferrara orders Drakz to back off and to take the fight in the ring.
The referee is either really naïve or new.
The champion pays him no attention, immediately shoving past him and mocking The Dragon. Drakz: Just stay the f**k down, mate! Zmey shows signs of life, which causes Drakz to grow more vicious, kicking the beast as he rises off the ground. Annoyed at his resilience, Drakz moves away Zmey who has managed to stay grounded on his knees.
The prestigious belt in his hands, Drakz charges towards Zmey with the intention of doing serious damage.
WHACK!
Alecia Matthews: Oh! Another cheap shot from the champion! Zmey wobbles forward but he doesn't go down. Drakz is frantic, mouthing expletives at his massive opponent.
The champion shoves the referee aside but the official immediately tugs at his shirt and threatens to disqualify him.
Drakz scoffs.Drakz: The match hasn't even started, you git. Drakz lunges at Zmey and drills him again in the face with the gold belt....
But The Dragon refuses to say die!
Drakz pouts, stomping his boots on the floor in anger before getting that look in his eye...
He goes to hit Zmey in the face with the belt again - but Zmey grabs Drakz!
The crowd becomes unglued!Maxwell Dachs: Look the size of his hand! Alecia Matthews: Drakz is really in trouble here. Zmey has his hand around the throat of the champion. Drakz immediately goes for a low blow on The Dragon - to no avail!
Drakz's eyes grow wide as Zmey violently shoves him into the referee, sending both men crashing into the steel ring steps!
Amidst Zmey's metallic mask are his giant eyes, staring a hole right through Drakz.
The Dragon approaches the champion and lifts him up by his throat!
Realizing the danger he's in, Drakz fumbles around with Zmey's mask, blinding him!
Drakz gets around the blind Dragon and chop blocks him, sending The Dragon down!
Maxwell Dachs: Drakz continues to prove why he's the greatest of all-time - he knows that Zmey is much more dangerous on his feet, so why not weaken Zmey to make the fight a little easier? Alecia Matthews: What a brilliant observation.....not. Maxwell Dachs: You're just jealous that you didn't think of it first. Drakz targets the right leg of Zmey, stomping away at the knee before kicking him right in the hamstring!
Drakz the grabs Zmey's face and smashes it against the barricades.With Zmey favoring that leg, Drakz smirks before walks over to the hurt referee and slaps him until he's awake.
As Referee Manuel Ferrara starts to come to, Drakz reaches into his trunks - and pulls out a pair of handcuffs! Drakz swiftly grabs Zmey's hand and before The Dragon realizes what has happened, he's handcuffed to the steel ring post....and the referee is awake!Drakz leaps in excitement as he shoves the referee back inside the ring, tugging at his shirt to start the countdown.
Alecia Matthews: Oh, come on! Not like this! Maxwell Dachs: This is brilliant! The referee sees Drakz inside the ring - and motions for the bell!
DING! DING! DING!1!
2!
3! Tugarin Zmey is struggling on the outside, his right leg crumbling under 400 pounds but he fights through the pain, using the steel ring steps as a guide. Zmey goes to turn around but he's locked in place, his right wrist at an angle, hand-cuffed to the post.
4!
5!
6! Drakz mocks Zmey from inside the ring with the WFWF World Heavyweight Championship as The Dragon tugs and tugs at the cuffs to no avail. Zmey's eyes are bulging out of his skull as seen through his mask as he uses everything he has to free himself. Sounds of metal clanging is heard on the broadcast as Zmey's raw strength bend and contort the hand-cuffs but he's still trapped!
7!
Zmey bundles up his fist until it's the size of the boulder.
Drakz smiles.
CRACK!Alecia Matthews: HE BROKE THE HAND-CUFFS!! OH MY GOD!!! Maxwell Dachs: ...... The crowd has lost their mind!
The excitement in Drakz's eyes dies quicker than the hope of a child once they realize that Santa Claus is just a fairy tale. The shattered piece of metal just hangs by a thread while the remaining half is locked tight around his wrist.
8!
Zmey takes a few steps forward and slides under the ring, Drakz pounces!
Alecia Matthews: Drakz with sick elbows to the back of Zmey's head! Punches from the champion seem to have little to no effect on Zmey as The Dragon is able to stand up while having Drakz hang on by his neck!The champion, quick on his feet jumps off his opponent but Zmey is quick too and he immediately drills Drakz in the face with a big headbutt!
Alecia Matthews: Drakz is down! Tugarin Zmey towers over Drakz but the champion is quickly to his feet but again, Zmey whooshes his giant hand down onto Drakz's skull with a big chop!
The Dragon continues the assault, throwing stiff haymakers to the face of the man who tried to run him over with a car. Drakz tries blocking them but Zmey's strength alone is enough to shatter his defenses.
Tugarin Zmey scoops up Drakz, wrapping his tree trunk arms around Drakz!
Alecia Matthews: Oh God! Bearhug from Zmey! Drakz's face says a thousand words, he groans in pain as the life and air from his lungs is slowly squeezed by Tugarin Zmey!
Alecia Matthews: This could be the end here of Drakz's career! You remember the stipulation! Maxwell Dachs: Geez, that must feel like having....ten anvils placed on your chest..... Alecia Matthews: More like fifty. The referee asks the champion if he wants to quit but Drakz simply flips him off as the crowd begins pounding the floor with their shoes, filling the arena with sounds of soldiers marching!
ZMEY!
ZMEY!
ZMEY!
ZMEY!
ZMEY!
Alecia Matthews: Listen to this crowd!! With no other option of escape, Drakz reaches for Zmey's mask...and begins to move it away from his face, lifting the pointed bottom of the metallic mask off his chin!
In a panic, Zmey lets go of Drakz to adjust his mask in the corner!
Maxwell Dachs: Damn it! I need to know who is the man behind that thing! Alecia Matthews: I don't think I ever want to find out.... Drakz: Come on, Subutai! Mike is watching! Don't you want please daddy? Zmey cowers away from Drakz, adjusting his mask as Drakz taunts The Dragon. All that's seen are the eyes of the beast, growing wide as he starts to breathe fairly heavily.
Drakz smiles, getting The Dragon worked up.
Until -Alecia Matthews: INBORN AGGRESSION!!!! Like a rocket launcher, Zmey shoots himself off the corner lifting his good leg and driving the bottom of his big boot right into the face of the champion! Drakz is sent flying into the ropes, catching himself in the process!
Zmey struggles to keep his balance as he approaches Drakz whose block was knocked.
He gets up and picks Drakz above his head with a gorilla press slam!
The crowd are amazed bu the sheer strength and power of The Dragon as he hoists the world champion like nothing. He turns and faces the announce table -
Maxwell Dachs: Uhh....Matty? Why is he looking at us? Zmey gets in position - and tosses Drakz over his head to the outside, the champion crashing onto the floor. It's padded, sure but it still hurts!A seven foot fall!HOLY S**T!HOLY **T!HOLY S**T!HOLY S**T!Alecia Matthews: Drakz is in serious pain right now! The referee goes to start the countdown but Zmey immediately exits the ring, hovering above Drakz. At this point, Drakz has crawled behind the announce table in a sad attempt at hiding from Zmey.
1!
2!
3!
4!
Alecia Matthews: Looks like the fight is coming right in front of us, Dachs! Maxwell Dachs: Yeah...umm....could it not? Zmey reaches for Drakz and drags him out from behind the announce table. With a handful of gorgeous English locks, Zmey drags the champion towards the hardest part of the ring - the apron, Drakz's head bouncing off it like a basketball.
As Zmey goes to grab Drakz again -
SNAP! Alecia Matthews: Another pair of handcuffs?! Maxwell Dachs: Drakz is a lot like me. Alecia Matthews: Oh really? Maxwell Dachs: Yup, we're both "freaks" if you catch my drift. Alecia Matthews: ........ Drakz cowers away with a big grin on his face once he realizes that Zmey fell for his trap once again.
5!
6!Zmey again pulls back as far as he can in order to snap the hand-cuffs again. Drakz, on the other hand lifts the steel ring steps above his head and throw them inside the ring.
Alecia Matthews: Now what is Drakz up to? The champion catches his breath while he watches Zmey struggle with the second pair of handcuffs.
The crowd has had enough of Drakz's shenanigans but the champion doesn't care.
F**K YOU, DRAKZ!
F**K YOU, DRAKZ!
F**K YOU, DRAKZ!
F**K YOU, DRAKZ!
He's better than everyone in The SSE Hydro Arena anyway.
7!
SNAP!
Maxwell Dachs: Are you freakin' kidding me?! Alecia Matthews: OH MY GOD!!!! The crowd roars in support of The Dragon, who has managed to overcome every obstacle and trick that Drakz had up his sleeve tonight. Drakz looks defeated as he sees the beats approach him.
8!
Drakz suddenly lifts the ring steps above his head and tosses them at Zmey!
Alecia Matthews: ZMEY CAUGHT THEM! HE CAUGHT THE - NO!!!!! While The Dragon did catch the steps, it was too much for his knee and he fell off the apron!
9!
10!
DING! DING! DING!
The SSE Hydro Arena is pissed. Alecia Matthews: Are you serious?! ARE YOU FREAKIN' SERIOUS?! Drakz doesn't wait for the referee or Christa Adina. He immediately leaves the ring, grabs his belt and runs through the crowd, stopping to raise the belt above his head before fleeing.
Zmey stays seated on the floor, motionless. His breathing growing more and more rapid before he stands up....and bolts!
Alecia Matthews: OH MY GOD!!! The Dragon runs with the limp through the crowd, after Drakz!
Maxwell Dachs: Get a camera back there! Follow them! Alecia Matthews: For Drakz' sake, I really hope he has his escape route planned..... The cameraman tries to keep up with Zmey but somehow, loses him in the crowd.Alecia Matthews: Ladies and gentlemen, I know that wasn't the main event you were all expecting but we will try to get an update on that situation as soon as possible! Maxwell Dachs: Yeah! I need to know....what Asian Parlor Drakz was referring to when he ran Zmey over. Alecia Matthews: Oh, shut up Dachs. "Nuketown" by Epistra blares through the PA system as the stadium goes dark. A figure in black begins to walk from the back to the stage. The lights come back on, and we see the WFWF Vanguard Champion Anna Ahriman rip her hood off, displaying her to be in a black hoodie, black short shorts, and unveiling her hair. Pigtails. Alecia Matthews: Oh, right! Anna Ahriman is here! Max Dachs: Nah, fam. That's Pippi Longstocking. Alecia Matthews: Shush. Anna slaps hands with the few fans who actually want to. She's not being totally booed, but hardly cheered either. She slides into the ring and pulls the belt out from under her hoodie, raising it high. She then grabs a mic.
Anna Ahriman: Waddup, Scotland? Cheap pop. Anna Ahriman: So...this is something rare from me. But I owe all of you an apology. After the crap with Needles, I needed a mental health break...like...half a year. I know I ain't your favorite, and I ain't ever gonna try to be. But I do have to say, it's good to be back in a WFWF ring. A small "WELCOME BACK" pop chant starts.
Anna Ahriman: So here's the deal, laddies. I've got a couple of things to say. First, who the hell let grandpa back in WFWF? Oh. Right. Lynn did. At least Thunder ain't too hard to look at. Borderline FILF, but that's another story. Anna Ahriman: Second, it goes back to why I'm here. I have spent a long time now as the Vanguard Champion. But I've only got my title win at SuperBrawl, and by one defense against Payne to go with it so far. And I feel like, as annoying as she is, the former champion did a hell of a lot for this title. The crowd becomes frenzied.Anna Ahriman: I may not be fond of 'er, but the right idea was there. I've got some plans...but right now, I don't see any room for me and the Vanguard Championship in the current WFWF. There are plenty talented folk I'd love to give a shot to, but they're all booked up because that knut Lila Sleater doesn't know how to remember her in' champion. So I'm going to offer an open challenge at the January show...I'd rather sooner, but Lila has no acumen, to any under three years in the company that Lila has boned and boned again to have a chance for them to make a name for themselves. And this WILL be for the title, and I can't wait to see who's gonna step up to the - Suddenly –Engulfed in darkness, a metallic floating robotic head appears on the TunaTron. Alecia Matthews: What is that?! Anna watches on, just as confused as everyone in the SSE Hydro.
The silence is very uncomfortable. Anna Ahriman: Uhh….hello? The robot head stays still until the visor across its helmet flashes and pixelates, lighting up the entire arena!
Alecia Matthews: How is that possible?! Maxwell Dachs: I can’t see! I can’t see! More static and radio chatter until -
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̸̱͉̦̖̩̫̙͎̘̳̲̿̉̽̄̀͛̎̃̊̀̎ͅͅ0̵̨͙̩̺̠̬͎͓̺̎̅̓̆̉̆̄̓̿̚͠͝ͅ0̵̡͉̤̫͙̜̩̦̘͔̜̻͙̫̺͎̣͗̇͑̒̂̈́͂̃̄͂̍͠͝0̴̧͎͉̘͈͚̥̘͓͉̹̫̒́̈́̋̑̊̈̈́̉̀̆̓͘͠0̸̢͎̗̟̞̰͉̭̲͍̩̩͈̇͆ͅ0̵̡̥̬̤̬̺͙̗͇̞̤̮̝̀́͌͗̍̓̀̋͆̉̎̓͘̕͜ͅ0̴̺̳̬̗͉͙̗͍̂͋̆̏̉͑̒̀̇́̈̇̒̑͘͜͜͝ͅ0̵̨̟̹̜͇̙̣̩̖͈̪̰̥̌̑̔͗̓̃́̆͌̔͑̽̓́͝͝0̶̨̡̬̝̩͙̥͓̤̰̜̮̠̣̹̯̟̺̒̽̌̌̆͑͑̉͂̒̓́̒̍̽̅̌0̵̡̢̳̺̙̟̻͔͕͎̗͔̲̪͓̲̣̆̍̍̊̽͌̌̽̕͝ͅ0̷̛̛͕̗̬̟̩̹̙̄̈͂̍͝0̷̢̨̗̠̯̇̌̆͋̿͛͒̓͊̄̒̇̅̓̑̅͜͝0̵̛̞̙̰̪̂̊̎̀͆̈́͋̒̑͛͆͌͋̂̕͜ͅ0̸̨̯̖̝̹̩̮̳̬̅̄̄̿0̶̨̯̮̜͕̰̼̙͓͚̞̪͎̲̗̲̃͐̑͛͑́̍̈́̆̐̓͒̃0̴̛̠͚̍͗̾̒́̐̇͑̈́͋͒̉͆͆̕̕͠0̶̢̼̲̥͖̮͉̣̺͚̙͓̀͑̓͌̓͑͗͘0̷̯͕̮̹̠̘̿̾̈̇̇̾̐̽́͝0̷͖̎͌̾̑̌͗̊̕0̶̢̲̙̣̹̲̣͗̀̈́̈́̾̍̑͂̀̕̕͝0̵̧͉̮͕͈̯͇̦͓̉͑̐̏̐̐͒͝0̵̧̧̫̦̠̦̺͚͕͂̔0̵͔̘̪̲͐ͅ0̶̧̡̬̱͈̪̺̥͉̞̠̺͙͓̘͙̺̓0̴̣̙̔̌̐͝͝ͅ0̷̧̨̨̰͖͇̦̖͎͓͓̰̬̈́̍̑̆̊͆̚͝ͅ0̶̭͙̅̇̔̔͠0̶̡̧̢̜̦͓̗̠̳̯̻̰̭̰͖̘̗̖̉̓̈́́͒̔͗̅͐̆͝͠0̵̛͎̻͇͈̖̟͈͌̑̌̓̅͝0̶̢͙͕̳͉͔̰̣̜̠͕̭̽0̶̖͓̜̗͚̬̰̼̥̳͓̖̦̮̼̓̃̈́́͛̾̊0̵̧̗͎̱̗͎̭͊0̷͕͖̫̽0̴͉̽͑̂̃͑̈́̀͗̇̋̎̿̿͗́́0̸̡̰͚͇͈̯̳̗͓̄ͅ0̶̛̜͙̓͂̃̐͛́̕̚0̷̡̨̡̡͉̟̝͍͈̠͍̟͇̻̝͔̭̾͗̉́͊̍̋̒̉̃̿0̵̧͓̠̱̣̤̫̲̣̣͍̐̄͜0̵̡̢̡̛̮̭͈̲̱̻̰̞͓̮͈̭͊̅͊̍̔͒̓̉̐͑̓̍̾͋̓͜͜͜͝0̷̨̦̰͉͍̳̏͌̈0̶̢͔̙̠͓̗̰̙̹̪̜̳͆̀̂͂͑̅̇̎̀ͅͅ0̴̟̱̝̄̆̿͂͐̅͝0̸̧̺̱͙̗̮̬̭͔̦̾̀̅̀̑̏͗̆̀͘0̴͕̹̀̄̈͐́̈́̏̕0̸̧̟̬̬̗̫̦̥͎̱̦̞̮̪͍̦͇͆̎̿̌͌̂͛̀̓0̷̡͚̯̘̺̭̥̬̝̥͓͚̉̈́̀̕͜0̷̢̼̞͈͕̮̩͈̩̣̙͙̪̓0̸̤̗̩̃́̉͘͜͝͝0̴̢̘̪̪̟̰̿̌̀͋̈́̄̓̊̒͂͌̊̈́́̄̉0̷̧̡͔̭͉̖̳̥̪͍͎̒̉̓͗͜0̴̞̹͒̾̑͊̚0̷͙̼̾̀̈́̾̀̅̌̽͐̀̀̽̓̇͂̚͜ͅ0̶̨̨̲̺̩̬͉̼͖̪̦̻̼̙̲͓̎͜͝͝0̶̛̛̩̻̾0̸̬͕̙̳̫̲̯̳͕̰̈̊̓͘̕͜0̶̘̼̣͚͇̣͍̯͓̠͉̘͚̜̆̏̅͜0̵̡̢̣͖͔̺͚̣̻̥̰͙̱͖̟̹̑̀̈́̃̒͐̏́͂̇̅̾͂̂̊͆̕͜0̷̡̨̖̰̯͙͈͚̩̙͉̤̭̟͎̲͙̉͊͆̍̈̍͛̍̾̿0̷̯̉͆̄̎̾̅͑̅̈̊̆͐̆̈́̈́͝͝0̵̡͕̦̳̩̪̮̹̬̰̣͎͔̭̤͓̾̊͆̽͛̊͋̌0̷͚͎̹̦͛̂͊̍̾͋̾̃0̸̨̪̲̪̾̀̂̈͘͝0̷̹̳̈́̀̓̀̊͛̇̽̓̌̓̿͠0̵͓̬̥̤̝̼̝̞̯͎̣̩͙̭̍̍̋͑̑̐̈́́͗̏́̌̒̕͘͝͝ͅͅ0̵̢͈͚̭͉̇̉̾̍̃͗̀̂̈́͆̈̎̇͝ͅ0̸̢̢̦͔̣͙̎̏͌̈̈́͐́͊̅̌̎̃̅͆͠͠͠͝0̴̧̬̯̠͇̪̥̗͍̦͉̍̉̋͊͗̎̑̃͂̒̒͌̑͘0̷̧̭̙̟͚͔̺̙̝͕̼͔͇̠̬͍̍̽̽̒̚͘͜ͅ0̴̼̼̫͉̾0̶̡̧̨̝̘̞̤͉̟͛͊̇̏̏̊̊̈́0̴͓̝̼̮̣̬͚̪̯̜̪̟͉͊̇̾̋̈́̊̃̇͋̃̆͜͠͝͝ͅͅ0̸̨̤͇̜͕̮͍̗̻̫͈̬͎̣̟͚͔̟̍̿͂͌͐̅̕0̶͙͇͙̘̻̠̃̆̆͆̄̈́̓͜͜0̸̨̢̨̜̠̭̰̹͉̭͚̬̼̼͍̰͌̊͛͂̉̈́͗̎̈́̉͌̋͘̚͜͝0̵̝͂̽̋̈́͗̏̐͊̉̚͘͘͝͝0̷̡̧̡͖͕̹͖̮̣͔̺̥͙͙̄̑̌͌̈́̃̽͝͠͠0̴̢̨̧̨͈̙̺̘͓̰̤̝͍̥͓̠̙̾̉̓ͅ0̴̧̤̦͖͙̥͖̭̭̘̲̫̫̓̊̀̊͂̍͐́͝0̴̢̡̢̯͖̬̖̜̦͚̳̭̤̯̲̄̀͑̆̍͆̀̀̌̇̊͒̿̈̀̕̕͜͝0̸̹͎͎̄͗͘0̶̧̨̢̛̪̝̘͉̥̠͕̤̥͚̖̏̀͗̃̈͝0̴̯̖̒̈́̏̍̀̅́͒̏͐̃0̵͓͖͙̪͗̉̑0̵̭̺͛̓͊̅̊̏͠0̴͇̩̞̞͇̺̼̠̦̘̥̄̒̄̽́̆̀̒͑́̕͝͝͠0̶̛͎̅̇̐͑̾̂͋͒̊̃̀̑͌̕̕͘͠0̴̪̦̠͖͎̖͕͎͂͝0̵̛̥̣̞̬͕̞̩̣̠̫͍͖͖̙̦͎̲̈́̍̈́̃̊̈́̐̾͌ͅ0̷̪̠͚̭͕̤͆̇́͊̅̀̆̓̎̾̎0̴̻́͌͆͒̽̏0̶̨̧͖͔̣̪͓̰̬̳̪͍̳̞͍͕̌̏̇͂͒̓̀̎̔̊́͋̉͠0̵̧̙̤̜͓̙͓͙̜̪͚͔̫̯̣͕̜̿̒̄̂͜͝ 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stop.0̵̡̣̩̝̼͇̻̜̔͜0̶̧͇̊̈́̀̓̏0̸̮̚͠0̸̢̻̩̺̯̃͛̈́0̶̞̹̟̜̈́̇̈́́̅̎̚ͅͅ0̷̨̡̦͖͓̼̹̹̫̊͠0̴̢̞̹̞̅͑ͅ0̵̧͇̺͉̲̐̇̋̀̆̏͂̾́̈0̸̡͓̠̪̩̝͚͛̍͒̉0̸͙͒̈͗̈́͛̇̂͛0̶̛͍̋̈́̍̈̌̚0̶̛̯̈́̏̍͗͌̈̚0̷̛̘͈͈̈̑́̈́͝0̸̢̼̣͕͖̤̻͕̑̆́͋̊͛0̵̹̤͚͔̭̉̿̆0̸̞̹͉̟̣̆͛͆̿̄̑̾͝0̷̙̯͈̜̽0̷̗̟̈́͘0̵̳̜͕̽̌̀͛̕͜0̷̡̬͉̥̠̑̓́̋̐̈́̋0̶̨̱͖̱̟̹͇̂͜͝0̴̢̬̦͉͉͍͉̎̃͝ͅ0̷̨̖̤̭̟̤̞̬̙̀͒̿̄͝0̸̢͖̜̖͔̼̫̗̥̈́͐̅͌̅̀̆0̸̢̦̯̖̠̯̒̑0̷̝̗̉̂̑̀̌0̴̢͔̥̪̲̤̭͆0̶͙̞͕͔̍̿̉̀͝0̷͔̮͎͒͒͝0̸̩̼̅́̈̆̐͋̓̋̚0̷̢̛̠̻͔͓̒͊̒̈́0̶̡̙̅̾̔̽̈̋̈́̓͜͝0̵̪̆0̴̛͚̇̂̿͑͂͑̃̋̇0̶̰̆̉0̵̼̘̱͉̙̆͗0̶̡̬̟̯̦̘͓͎̮͐̋͌̂̀͆͝͠0̴̡̣͇͔̦̊̃0̸̢̛̛̰̟̠̬͙͕̎̊̅͆͛̒͘͠0̴̡͚̯̦͖̫͚̂̀͆̔̽̇0̶̣̗̜̟̈́͌̔̄̽͠͝0̶̗͓̗̪̦͉̯̩̈́̍̚͠0̶̧͖̩̞͙̤̌̅͑̍͠͝0̵̦̤̦̏̽̓͘0̷̝̯̮͙͇̠̲̌̌̈́̓̌̚̕͝0̶̜͖̽̍̽̄̈́͊̏̓0̷̜̩̳͈́͌̽́̽0̷̡̛͉͕̜̂̐0̸̢̨̛̭͍̤̥̹̗͌͆̿̔̂͌̾͜͝0̴̰͕͖͈̳̽̾̕0̸̆́̊̽͊̈́͜0̵̡̤̯̰͎̦̊̔̎̉̊̔̚͜ͅ0̷̯̻̬̟̖͖̆̒̇̌̈́̓̌̚0̸̥̥̟̣͚̭̋͆̂͘0̸̘̘̰͕͎̖̗̳̮͒̌͐̒̉͐ͅ0̸͍̭̓́̂̈́̓̿̀̓0̶̰̯̺̤̳͗̌̅̋̒͌́͘̕0̶̝̲̝̙̳͚̾͐̽͑͆̊͘͘͠ͅ0̷̨̡̻̲̰̩̺̳̦̌͑̓̒̈́̒̈́̅0̵̛̼̣̄̈́͛̅̏̍̾͒0̸̭̠̻̜̂̉̅0̸̘̞̣̻̐́͘̚0̸̭͉̎̀͐̈́͊̏̚̚͜0̴̧͉̲̠͔̜̪͙̼̼͐̎͐̍͝0̴̬̮̟̯̲̜̓̆̿̐̋̐̆́̀0̵͚̙̓̄̓̂̀́̒͘͘0̶̙̖̠͔̫͙͙̹̑͒̊͒͜ͅ0̶̳̗̦̣̖͈͗̒̈͂́̓0̷̛̛̣̯̝̙̪̰̱͉̍̎̓͌͘̕0̵̧̙̳̹͙̮̻͇͍̃̎͜0̴̖̟̼̘̰̲̩̬̙͐̃̒̿̽͛͆͗͘͝0̶̣͊0̵̟̹̐́͂̎͝0̵̮͇͇̗͔̣̥̑0̷̛̛̲̜͈̳̖̥̳̥́͊͑̑͂͝ͅ0̸̡̡͈̟̤̬̘̠͙̓͋̀̇̐͐̊̅̉̌ͅ0̵͍̝̰̰͑͒̏͆͘͝0̵̢͔̟͉̳̓͂̒̕0̷̭̙̽͌͋̀͛̌̔̀0̸̢̨̛̤̣̜̗͂͋̂͐̌͂̅̉̌0̶̠̮̗̞̣̽̉̿̾̾͛͑̅̐̄0̶̛̛̺͛̒̋̔̽̓̕0̸̡̧̥͚͍̥̖̹̌̅̈́́̓͆͛̎͜͝0̷̢̨̡̯̣̰͖̮͍̄͗͒̊͒̊͐̕͝͝ͅ0̵̯̝̔͑̃̿̾̕0̷̬̣̘̝̩̽́̄͗0̵̧̨̢͖̩̖͎̠̈́̉̈́̊̈́̋̓̀͛̕0̸̠̯͚͋̃̐̄̎0̶̢͕̟̯̻͇̞͆͋́̅̈̅0̷̡̖̫̠͓̱͓̲͔̅̔̿̽̓͜͝0̷̨̡̛͕̣͈̯̺̜͚͎̌̔̈̐̈́̓̎0̶̳̰̭̘̯̦͉̳̂̀̃͗̒̈0̴̠͉͎͍̭͈̖̘̫̤̈́0̷̞̀́͌0̸̧̊̓͜0̸̖̿̈́̓͂̃̓̊͛̕0̸̖͎͕̣͖̯̩͕̹̥̈́̎̿̈́͝0̶͈̥̬̫̦͇̣͇̪́̎̈́̑́͆̉́́̃ͅ0̵̛̖̤̯͚̓̅̏̏̕͜͝0̷̧̹̤̜͈̖̈0̴̡̠͓̬̗̦̔̎͐͋́͌̈́̀͂͜͜͠0̶̢̨̮̖͚̼̖̾̈̍̅́̊̽͗͘0̵͔̟͎̰̝͇͇̟̑̏̈͐͠0̵̦͕̻̮͌̒̈́̿0̵͈̪̭͎͍͉̫͔̎̈́͂́͂͒0̴̙͖̳͓̈́̽̍̿͐̽́͋0̶͉̟̩̹̮̬̦̼͋̔͐0̶̛̬̖̱̀0̸̝͙̠̠͉̺̙̄̈́̓0̷̛̘͍͙̬̃̒̑͊̈́̚̚͝0̵̧̞̗͎͙͒̂͂͊͆͜0̴̗́̔̐̓̊̐̓͆͘0̸̧̼̱̰̜̜̭̲͍̌̎̈́̇̾͘0̴̞̤͒̎̀́̏̈̑̈́0̸̡̩̫͌̄͑̽̿͝0̵̨̳̊͊͛̕͝0̵̣͉͑0̴̡͉͌̎̿̈́̀̒̈́͘ͅ0̴̦͕̘͓̪̜̗̳̗̏̊̇̇͜͝0̶̺͎͎͙̌0̵̘̱͑͐0̴̝͚͓͎̥͑̅̄͆͛̔̊́͝0̸̛͓͍̜͎̲͔͖̄͐͊0̷̠͖̜̺͍̯̞͖̯̃̄̊̍͛0̶͔̬̼̈͗̿͌͌̑̅͝0̷̧̢̨̦̭̙̱̩͔͖͝0̵̭̦͔̞̎̾̎͛̇̂̌̚͘0̷̪̹͕̔̈́̏̈̄͒̀́͝0̵̞̔͗̈́̐͐̀̆0̴̢͍̬̬̥̝̌͗̏̂0̴̦̺̲̜̓̑̇0̶̨̳̖̗͚͗̆0̷̢̭̜̪̤̝̘̰̤͐͊͂͋̐͋̈̌̏̕0̸̡͕̦̰̤͉͈̮͎͔̉̋͌̚0̶̹͙̫̮̼̲̺͇̓̀́̎̈͜0̸̻͔̰̠͎̱̺̅̋0̶̡̧̟̣̣̻͕̭̱̺̒̔̏̔̓̾̎͋0̴̪͈̻̯͇̠̻̳̀̋0̶̨̠͎̯̺̼́̔̂̓̃̌͂̆͝0̶̛̘̻͍̤̓̀͋̉̇͘ͅ0̸͓̙͔̄̋̇̈͒͌̂̓͑̚0̶̱̽̆0̶͙͎̖͕͔̜̺͙̥̿̑̌̄͠0̸̥͓̍̀̇̈̃̇͘͠͠0̶̮̤̪̱̮̳́0̸̡̱̫̣̗͔́ͅ0̴̧̣͈̭͓̪̹̗̟̓̈́̎͐̈́́͂͛0̷̧̦̥̗̯̬̮̪̑0̴̨͔͉̰̘̺̀̿͗̑̂̔̌0̸̡̬̰͈̏̀̏0̶̣̝͖̪̫̖̹̎͌͠0̷̨̫̼̙̞͋͜0̶̘̻̮̾̎̿̏͗̓̀͝͝0̷̞̌̓̇̾͑͗̑͛͆0̶̲̣͎̟͈̟̩̘̇͒̾̄̕͜ͅ0̴̱͍̆̀0̷̢̒̉́͝ͅ0̵̛̬̭̿̍̈́̉͗͠0̴̧̯̞̜̻̹̺̪̌0̷̥̤̫͕̤̳̿̃̊̈́͒̓͝0̷̧̙͙̱̜̎0̸̼̙̩͖͇̓̆̈́̀͝0̵̬̳̠̱̗͇̞̜̓̈́́̀̇͘0̸̦̥͍̙̱̫̣̤̈́0̸̨̬̝̰̻̀̉0̶̛̘̓̀́̾̀͝͝͝0̸̭̈́0̷̬̍̂͑͌͒̿̈́̚͜͝0̴̛̣̎̀̂́̒́̈́̌͊0̸̹̻̫̮̲̟̠̦͒̒̈́̅̈́͝ͅ0̴̡̿0̸̦̼̓͑͂͝0̷̧̧͓͍̬̙͈̯̃̈́̏̔̈́͌̄0̴̢̧̙̬͓̙̦͖̥̏͋͆͐̓̏̚̕ͅ0̷̤̥̣̙̼̂̌̉͗̓̊͆̚0̷̳̞̇̍̀͊͂̓͂0̵̧͚͈͛0̷̡̛̹̪̺̿̃̈́0̷̟̘͎̫̗̀̾̓̀̾́̈́ͅ0̴̧͓͍̬͎̤͉̙̞̐̔̈̄̉̐̓̑ͅ0̷̮̫̲̞͒͗̓̅̐͆̂̍̒͘0̶̡̦̱̰̯̗͇͋͂0̵͍̠͎̹͓͍͒0̷̺̠͈̥̣̮̭͗̂͊͌͘̚͜0̸̟̮̬̹̑͊̑̽̒̀̈́0̴̤̞̱͔͌̽̍̒0̵̻͔͍̫͚͛̃͒̈̔0̶̡̺̯̼̔̈̽̋͜͠0̵͇͖̈́̓0̷̢̥̭̺͙̳̯̲̖͓̈́̍̅0̷̻̟͓̍0̵̗̯̉́͗̄͝0̴͔̫͇̅0̷̡̩̱͎̪̗͗̽̍̓̕̚͝0̶̢̗̥̥̓̌0̵̧͔͙̘͑̏̽̈́̊̐̎̚͘͜0̶̛͉̀̑̄͆͐͌̎̚͘0̴̛̫̭͌̋͝0̵͎̯̃̅0̴̦̹̥̦̲̩̤̞͗͑͗͒͑͂̕0̵̢͉̠̥͓̻͑̽̈́͌͠0̷͚̩̯͍̞̗̜͖̦͆̎̑̏̕0̶̡̧̲̹̹̟̣̯̗̖̓̾͊͗͆̓0̴̦̙͇̯̪͙͚̓́̐͊͛̅̈́̒0̷̡͎̝̯̃̿̅͊͂̓̅́͠0̵̲̫͍̪̹̈́͗̆́̓͆̕̕͝0̷̢͒̚0̴̬̮̯̠͐̑ͅ0̴̢͕͎͉̤͍͈̬̽͒̈́̚0̶̢̛̰̟͍̮͔̉̃͒̃̈͑̎0̸̛̭̻̄̈́̓̇̀̆͂͋̓0̶̡̠̱̱̯͈̲͚̄͝0̸̡͍̱̺̞̥̙̈́͜͜0̶̙̖̻̣̎̂ͅ0̶̢͚̲̗͚̀͆͒̿͜͠0̷͕͔̣͇͚̪̪̪̳̈́̍0̸̢͚̥͈̃̋́̽͆̈́̍0̸̟͈͎͈̥͕̜͉͆̂̊̌̀̐͗͗̋̓0̷̹͙͕̫̠̖̭̗̉̕0̴̢̨͈͔̭̯̝̯̹͑̌͌̽͑͝0̷̡̢̛̣̯̗̣̼̗̎̽̎̂̑͆̇͜͝0̵̢͈̜̕0̷̢̪͍̮̫̩͉͓̈́̊͑̃̔̕̚͝͝ͅ0̵̨͚̓̔̊̽̓̍̂͝͝͝0̶̡̫̯̰̪̭̤̞̃̈0̴̺̇̏̎0̶̛̣͈͍̼̜̲͂̽̑͊͑͝͝0̵̣̺̦̯̼̃̉̐0̵̟͖̅̋0̷̧̘̭̖͈̤͇̦̟̓͂̋̔͂̎̒̐͊̂0̶̨̨̟͉̺̠̱̘͋̀́̈́́͝͝0̵̳̹̞̦͎̜̠̿̅ͅ0̵̣̦̘̬̰̩̿̀̒͒̍͜͝0̶͕́̄̍̕ͅ0̵͇͎͕̓͘0̶̡̧̹͈̪̮̥͗̀0̵̡̗̥͙͎̜͉̗͕͆͛̀̐̆̾̾0̴̢̝̣́̆̈́̍͠ ̸̻̺̪̱̟͊̎̄̓0̵̨̝̫̠̓0̸̧̡̪̎̐̈̀͗̉̎̔͠0̵̹̺̟̟͔̟̮̒́͂̋͛͝ͅ0̸̨̝̩̬̫͇͇̰̓̽̕͠͝0̵̢͖̲̠̳̰͇͇̌͋̿̈̓̽̕0̶̦̽̈́̑̈́͒̋͑͑̔0̷̠̳̝̅͝0̷̞̀̌̒̋͂͠0̵̡̛̮̲̝̻̝0̶̨̱̙̩͎̔̈́͌̏͒͑0̶̻̗̫̃̔0̶̡̱͍͔̝͉̼͙̉0̴̜̂͛̇0̵̭͉̖̺͖̼̰̯͉͋̿̒͝0̷͈̭͆̑̊́̾̅0̴͕̤̰̲̒̎͊̍0̸̺̏̎̅͆̆̿̽̚͝0̵͉̯̯͇͉͔̈̽̐͝0̷̧̱͖͎̩̖̼͍̞̐̈́̂̋̿0̵̧͔̹͎̜̫͙̣͕̣͂̀͐̉̀̀͠0̸̭̤̼̘̝̜̖͈̇͜͜0̶̡̧̝̜̠̅̉̂̏̓̈́͛̀͠0̸̪̝̙̙̭̟̠̈́̄̄͊̈̌͆͝0̸͚͖͕̩̥́̽0̸̙͍̝̱̬̞͓͒̒̉̿̈́͌͜0̴͇̰̝͈̋̈͆̐̐̈́̈̈́0̷̧͉̻̩̱̎ͅ0̶̮͈͇̏0̸̨̛̛̛̱͔͉̗̗́͌̓͆͌͝0̶̢̞̘͍̣̓0̷̨̬͈͖͚͖͍̪̈́̈́̇͊͋̊̑̕̚0̸̨̛̝̫̹͎̗̞͎́́̅̏̂̾̚͜͝0̷̯̺̯̅͒̆̉0̴̧̮̈́̎̎̓̀0̸̜̤̘̬͎̝͘͜0̶̙̊̂0̸̟̲̌̏̑̃̓0̴̠̺̟̙͗̌͂ͅ0̴̤̩̹̭͇̫̅̀͊̒͘͝ͅ0̶͔̮͖̲̄̄͂̀́͝͝͝0̶͔̝̥̠̼̯̇͊̋͜0̵͈͓̰͎̫̠̖̹͓͐͂̍̓̈́̀͝0̷̢̢̥̬̉̑̈́͐̄̔̈͑͠0̷̥͓̼̝͚́̇̽͋̀̃͘0̸̧̣̲̲̙͕̈͌̑̾̑͗͐͊0̴̲̳̩̀̂̄́̇̈́̏͐0̵̨̫̝̥̖̯̹̫̆̍̐͜ͅ0̷̩̹̮̀͂̃͌0̸̯̙̗̖̯̙̼̥̏̚ͅ0̸̨̨̢̡̨͕̱̯̦̳͋̚0̸̧̧̳̙͍̮̥͈͈͊̏͑͛̈́͐͘͠͝0̷̗͎̜͔͔͐́̅̋̇̃0̷̗̇0̵̲͘͝0̸̘̭̰̖̲̤͎͑̋͘0̵̱̟̭̬̦͈̦̭͈̟̈̈́̇́̾͆̐̿͘0̸͖͊́̅̀̑0̵̢̛̛̞̝̣̖͕̣̜̾̈͊͒̏̀͛͘0̴̨̖̋̅́̎̂͛͝0̵̢͚̖͖͙̂̃̓̈́̌̂͗͐̚͝0̷͔̗̱͛̍͋̚͘͝0̴̪̈́ͅ0̴̢̜̦̞̩̤̝̽0̷̡̹̫̬̞̥̉̀̔͜0̷̢̫̻̏̍̄̂̽̀͌̀̆̚͜0̸̛̠͖̘̺̯̓̇̉̂͊̀̋̚͘͜0̸̗̦̻͓͖̫̥̬̏̑̕0̴̣͖͖̪̗̟̗̙́̈́͂̌̾̄̓͒̀͜͝0̶̢̢̹́̆̊̅͆̔̓͐͛0̶͈̎́͐͐͂ ̷̞̗̮̹̯͍̘͙͛̔̃͒̕̕͘͜͝ͅ0̷̨̡̗̦̣͓̫̮̜̘̈̆̀̋0̶͇̬̗̰̿͊̆̚͝0̸͚͚̖̗́̈̇͌͆͜͝0̴̧̘͔̼̤͖͍̲̓̒̓̂̈́͋̽̍0̷̖͗0̶̘̗̐̅0̶̖͎̍̓̐͗̊̕͝0̸̨̘̮̮̣̫͚̗̟͔̃̈́̾̈́̔͂0̸̣͔̭̯̙͚͇̲̭͝0̸̥̻͇͚̟̈͋̀͊̏0̸̼̼͚̄͒̅̊̓̕͘͘̕͝ͅ0̴͎̥̱̠͖̝͔͍͍̎̓̃͆͆͋0̸̩͙͓̈́0̶͙͎̫̱͓͕̙͛͂͝͝0̴͇̻̼͙̳̑̓̑͑0̶̢͐̍͋̂̉̀̑͂̂̅0̸̖͕̮͇̜͈̑̽̂̔͆0̶̦̲̰̠̬̉̇͂̽͆̄͝0̸̨̢̰̞̤͍̖̩̂͗̈̔͊͌0̸̯͔͓̘̬̉̽͂ͅ0̴͓͉̀̿͂̑͑̿̿0̴̢̢̡͈̪̬͉̝̻͋0̷̙͔̰̜͑̒̋͋̈̾͝0̷̱̠̖͗̽̄̕0̵̧̛̦̳̹̥͖̻0̴̛̝̤̫̲̪͎̯̿̌͋͂̎̃̓͝͝0̸̡̙͒̑͑̕̕0̷̗̤̹͔͚̫̪̺͋͊͆̊̈́͘ͅ0̸̨̭͎̬͚͓͋̏͆̕0̵̛̭̹͍̜̻́͗͑̓͊̊0̵̧̨̧̘̹̮̯̯̭̪̊̈́̈́̊̋͛͘̕0̷̢̢͙̗͔͉̗͖̓͆̊͝0̷̨̨̲̹̖̫̺͔̹̈́̑̓͘̚0̴̗̺̫̬̼̼͉̆0̵̲̺̞̖̜̳͈̮̒͐͑̽͑̃̋͂́̕0̸̧̬̽̓̽̈́0̵̡̪̺̙̈́̃0̴̨̭̟̞̫͌̀̾̈̾̎̓̊̓̕0̵͚̒͛̍̏̉̀͛̕̚0̶̞̱͉͉̲̩̏̐̔̀̿̚͝0̷̡̛̯̞͚̺̒̂0̵̓͜0̸̼͉̞̤͗͛͐̍̔̽̓̐0̶̢̡͓̣̪͉͙͔̠̠̉̈́͐͒͋̽́0̸̳̮̻͆̀̊̃͜͝0̷̡̼͎̠̜̠̦͉͚̓̈́0̶̣́̀0̷̺̼̹̣̻̐̄̓̏̇̈̒͜0̴͙̟̦̙̱̹̜̞̿̈́̅̇̽͋̓̃͂͑ͅ0̵̛̯̥̣͇̲͂̒̂́̾͛͘͘0̴̧̢͉͉͕̻̰͓̐̂͌͑̎0̷̛̘̆́0̴̢̛͈͇̼͉͓͈̊̀̑̍̕̕0̶̡̜̘̯̜̉͒͂̉̇̇̚͜͠͠0̴̨̢͖͕̪̮̞̗̝̎̊͆̀̄̚͜0̵̡̛͖̪̰̳̭̤̤̈̿̉ͅ ̸͓̳̰͍̟̬͛͛̇͐̄̅̚̚0̷̜͑̽́͛0̷̭͙̮̥͈͕̿̏̏̀͝0̴̨̣̰̬̱̰̣͍͛͐̈̃̈̚̕͠͠0̸̨͎̖̰͚̒̋0̵̩̲͎̱̦̽̐͊́̃̀0̴̡̢̼̘̰̳̲̻̘̌̑0̶̫͇̰̤̗̈́͝0̷͔́͑͌͘̕͝0̸̻̱̃̏̚0̵̛̣͕̟͖̩̹̖̼̀̉̅0̷̠͎͉̝͔̼̿̊̑͘0̴̟̻͊0̸͈͙͙̱̺̏0̶͚͕̮̪̝̼̥̊͐0̸̧͈͙͈͕̥̱͔͙͗͌̏͛̓̏͘0̷̛͈͑̈́0̴̡̢̛͉̝͕͉̲̂̌́͌̏͂̀̓̄0̵̥͆̓̒0̴̲̌͛̂͛͒͑͠0̸̢͔̗̑̐͗̀́̄̄̊̔͊0̴̲̻̬͇̲̘̗͙̄̀́̍͑̿͗͘̚͝0̶̧̥̤̺̼̒́̌̇̿̈̆̚0̵̧̼̫̫̺̳̑̐̀̾̒̇͝0̶̧̛̛̦͇̲̺͓̜͙̠̫̆̓͐̅̂̊̈0̵̢̨̛͕̣̙̮̪̻͎̻̃0̶̠̯̱̺̺̦͚̅͌͂̏̋̏̒̕͜͝0̷̘͉̝̄̿͂̏͘0̷̡̱͊̋̾̍͆̎̐͛̅͌0̵̫͖̬̫͉̪͉̹̍̀̕̚0̶̭̫̖̇̋͆̍̍͂̿̚0̴̰̙̙͔̥̣̲̄͌́̓͝0̵̦͉͂̎0̴̮̥̠̎͒ͅͅ0̷̢̨̮̻̳̩̙̆̒̉̊̓̊̕͜͠0̷̡̻̺̘̞͚̺͋ ̸̡̯͙̯͙͎͌̌͋ͅ0̸̧̨̯͎̖͔̖͔̩̼̓͊͝0̵̺̰̼̞͈̋͗̈́͛̿̅͜ͅ0̴̬͊̄́̓͘0̵̝͖̩̭̼̰̀͘͜0̸̣̖͎̤̫̥͔͇̅͝0̵̤͓̥͓̣̜͕̟̒̃̂͑̀̀́̂̕͝0̶̨̮̻̖̺̻͂̅0̵̛̹͔̻̙̹̔̈́͒̌̈́͂̆̎0̶͚̖͎͗̂̑̿̕0̵̗̭̘͍̀̾̓̋̇̇͋̚0̵̧͓̝͖̒0̶̯̲̟̺̮̣̼͔͋́͝0̵̡̖̙̲̜̟̜̯̈0̷̧̞͔̲͈̲̠̭͎͍͒̀̍̎́̓͌0̴̨̛̯̹̠̝̬͚̞͓̒͂̈̔͊͋͊͝0̵̢̯̙̻͉̜̳̈́͌̉0̵͉̪͎͉͙̥̲̠̰́̏͂͂͘0̷̨̧̢̘̄̊̊0̸̯͇̯̪̲̠̔̓͛̃̽͗̚͝͝͝0̸̣̩̻̥̞̣̙̠̆̾̇̎͌͆0̸͕̆̓̈́͐̿͆̒0̴̦̙̲̞̇̀̈́͐͗͒̕͝0̴̨͔͇̻͎̈́͊͜0̶͇̝̺̱̦̞̭̥̮͈̊̈́̅̕ ̵̧̭̿̉̈̚0̴̺̯̩̟̲̹̺͍̙̒̐͑͐̑́̍͋͠0̴̧̳̜̻̫̦́̑̃͂0̵̧̠͙͉͉͎̗̯̿͌̂͊̈́́͌͝0̵̧̧̯̻͍̳̜̇͆̏͝0̸̢͍͖̗̂̐̀͐͛́̋͝͠0̸̨͓̳̬̫͔̣̥͉̋́͘͝0̵̧̰̯̮͆̇̐̀̉́̃̍̀̓0̵̗͎̥̳̯͚̙́̄̍̑̍͊̽̔̽͝0̵̡̲̞̜͕̼̭̀̔̀̒͗̇̍͗ͅ0̸̨͖̞̲̯̟̙̓̋̔͋̂̏̚0̷̳̰̑̔͌̃̒̕͝͝0̸̩̘̰̼̱̦̙̝̭̌͂̽̔̾͛͛̒̔͜0̴̥̗͙̮͈̭͔͕̈́̓̈́0̴̹̭̜͉͗̂̎͘͜͜0̸̻͈͔̠̯̽̋̈́̑̀̍̍͘̕ ̸̬͇̟̭͇̰̯̬̩̲̐́̉͝0̴̮͆͛͗̚̕0̴̛̦̼̖̮͐̌̓̔0̴̛͕͓͔̀̐̔͌̆̀̽͠0̴̣̰̫̜̗͇̭̭̿̀͛̈́̈́͠0̵̢̮̮̟͖̹̰̦̄̌0̴̻̽̄͜͝0̶̡̹̻̼̯̺̳͗̾͘0̶̧̛̬͍̬̪͓̫̰́ ̷̛̛̫̠͇͖̟̟̫͒̽͂͋͋̈́̍͝ͅ0̷̡̧͈͓̞̰͉̣̎̓̑͊̒͛͑ Then the robotic head is swallowed by the darkness, disappearing off the TunaTron, leaving Anna – as well as the crowd confused
f̷̨̜͙̼̬̗͓̭̎ļ̷̞̣̲̫̞͙͈̫̰͂͌͂̓̓̍̐̐͌ę̸̖̲͓̹̭̯̼͂̇͑̓͑̔͝ͅs̷͎̓̽̐͆̿̒̆͊͘ḧ̵̭̱͔͍́̍̒̆͒̋̽͠͠m̷̢͈̻͎̟̼̻̠̦̭̑̈́̀̌e̵̙̖͒̆̅͊̕ḝ̶̨̟͔̻̦̠̫̮t̷͙͇̭̤̦̩̯̥͈̲̆́̈́͗̈́͐̐̊̚̕s̶̛̯̬̲̟͕̦̦̐̀̋̆̐̋̍̿͂s̵̬̰̉̆̅̀̇́̄͘ͅt̷͖͎͌͠e̴̖͓̱͙̱͎̯̐̋͗͗̂̓̃̈́e̶̩͉̥̤̓͌̎͒̐͑̑̓̃l̷̳̰̰̬̀̐̕f̷̪̖̥̟̟̯͔̠̩͍̅̾l̷̙̲͕͖̲̫̉ȩ̴͉̺̽͂̊͑̆̚̚͝͠s̴̢̢̧̛͓͈͚̓̈́̔̕h̶̭͍͈̫̩̎m̵̞̓̏̋̀̀̂̅͝e̶̗͍͉͌͗́e̸̙̮̐̌͐̿̊͗͘͠͝t̷̨͉̲̰̣̖̗̦͔̄̈ṣ̸̢̣̰̱̣̪̞̍̈́̏͌̾̀̕͠ͅs̸͍͉̰̃̄͌̅̍̓͐̋͠ͅt̵̛̙͍̂̓̈͊̓̾̆͛̑e̷̺̬͌̐̚ḛ̸̥̱͔̍̎͐͘͘͠ļ̵̦̑̾̈́̃̉̏͠f̸̰̦̞̣̙͈͙̬̝͐́l̶̨͈͚͙̰̙̪͍̊̈́̌̈́e̴̹̹̥̝̥͈͚̺̠̖̓̄̀̕s̴̨̫̞̪͎̖̝̔́͑͗h̷̡̠͋ͅm̷̧̦̯̜̮͕̦̳̜̂̑̾͑e̵̻͎̥͇͛̆͐̋́̃͝e̴̫̪̲̪̠̊t̷̡̰̲͎͉͉̓̓̐̿̾̓s̷͇̰̀̀̈́̐͗͛͗̒ͅs̴̡̨̨̖̝̿̒̉͂̂̇́t̶̛͓̂̊̾̊́̔̎e̷̫̰͒̃̇͗͘e̸̻̹̥͕̲͓̤͌̈́̈́̍͜l̵͍̝̊̄̓̿̀̈́͐͠f̸̮͚͉͙̼̉̈́͠l̷͉͍̣͆e̵͙̘͓̰̙̬̲͚͌̓̏̂s̵̗̱̹͙̠̩̣͙͗̆͊͂͛͜ẖ̴̬̟̒̀m̷̜̋́͝͝͝ȩ̵̦͔͔̪̠̤͙͔̋̂̉͗͠e̸͖͚̪̹͚͖̼͚̅t̵͕͈̻̲͕̳͓̣̣̔̒̌͐̔̐̕ͅś̴̢̨̜̫͓̥̤͍͗ͅs̵̰͈͈̞͐͠t̷̨̘͎͍͈̿̓̒̾͝ė̷̡̡̞̙̙̻̗̳̣̓̀ͅe̵̞͉̙͖̞̪͆̋͌͒̄́̂l̵̛͓͊́̎̀̽͗f̶̢͍̮͍̰̫́͜l̵̙͉̉̂e̷̤̬͕̜͊̈͝ş̵̳̫̖̹͕͚̦̂͌͋̍̄̎̌̕͘h̸̠͗m̴̧̝̱̝͓͖̞̒͌̂̚͠ͅȩ̴̩̫͔̝͎̥̉̈ȩ̶̭̮̟̜̠̰̃̓͑̔́͝ṭ̷̲͙͆̎̿͑̅̊̋͜͝ṣ̴͕͕̳͖̺̼͓̏s̷̡̳͍̘̭͍͂̽͒͂̈̆̀͊t̶̯̞͌̒̕é̸̛̮̀͋͌͌̉̐̆ͅḙ̸̌͋̄̈́͌̈̆̎̚̚l̶̢̛̹̺̪̫͖̗̮͚͖͌̎̀́̄̅͗f̴͙͔̹̬͕͙̄͜ͅl̶̪̪̤̯̀͗̈́̈̔́̄ȩ̸̗̖̥̣̜͕̺̽̂̊͂̀͒͜͠ͅs̴̛̺̫̼͕̄̃̔̂̋ḧ̴̙͝m̵̨̞̙͈̜̿̓̀̎̄̌͋͝e̴̡̨̡̝̜̰̞͖̥͎̎́̄͑̈́̂é̶͖̙̬̳͈̺̞̱͒t̶̖̞͙͋̈̑̄͜s̵̙̟̪͎͉͎͈̈́͘̚s̶͔̯̘̹̤̝̙̱̅͊͜ͅt̵̫̙͓̮̟͋͂̓̓̀̅̕e̶̢̟͈̯̺̼̪̯͆̊̈́̆͋̍͐́͝͝ͅe̴̩͍̖̤̝̤̣͓͕̅̅͘͜l̸̺̑͗̒͑͋̎͊͊f̴̦̐̀́͗̃͘l̷͎̯̍͝e̷͓̳͔̼͑̇̊͋̎͌̂̅š̶̡̰̤͍̝̔h̶͍̮̜͚̣͋̉̍̿̍̊̚m̸̧̛͚͚͍̭͇̝̪̻̈̈́̍́͂̀͠ȩ̸̡̳͓̩̘̻̦̝́ḛ̸̛͉͙̐̇̆̌̈́̏́͝t̶͔̞̫̺͉͔̉̽̐̀̎̐̀͂̏́s̷̡͚̩͔̯̤͙̗̜̐̓͑̾s̶̢̩̱̤̜͕̩͎̫̊͑̚ẗ̷̫̟͉̭̦̥͕̟́͆͆͌̾̄̍̂̓͝e̴̛̘͙̪̾̀̆̊̄̌͝è̷̡̛͎͕̝̞͙͈͎̀͊̇̊̋͒̽ļ̸̧̜̳̟̯͖̜̌̈́͑̀̉́̿̕͠f̶̡̠̤̯͉͙͕̻̓͛l̵̛̪̥̼͔͋e̸͉͈̠͍̠̳̣̗̐̇͛͑͐̒̋̓s̶͇̰̾̏̈́̑̒̐̔h̵͎̙͉̱̦̠͇͈̖̋̍̀͋͌̀͠ͅm̵̢̧̭͙̩͓͍̳̦͆̏̀͗́̓̇̆͆͝ę̴̧̥̟̱̝͇͚̺̊̊̌̉͊͜͠͝e̷̡͚̞̹̖̻̜̣̼̐̌͝t̶̢̨̡̢̝͈̦̰̫̲͑̑̕s̸͓͔̅͋̈̀͝͝ͅs̴̲̲̗̼̪̞̈́͋́̍̏̿͆͝t̶̛͎̰̻͑̍̒̏̌̅̉ę̵̛̲̟̼̫̋̌͌̍̋͜e̶̡̖̞͎͚͑̓̋̈́̈́̈͛͌́͋͜l̷̨̨̢̖͚̱͍̤̓̋f̷̨̘͙͙̫̥̹̙͂̽̓̒͑̅̓̌̃l̶̡͔̠̰̠̻͛̈́̒̍̎͝ȩ̷̡̳̙͖̜͑͗͜s̷͈̥̤͂̓̒̏̀̄͝h̷̤̲̗̃̃̀̾͑̃̾̌́̕ḿ̴̨̧̖̜̥̞̪̜͇̀́͛͂͑͝è̴̥̦̥̲̬̹ͅể̵̦́̈́̈́͋̍̀̏͝t̵͚̉̑s̴̢̨̡̪͉͙̹̙̙̒͑̈́̿̀͌̒̃̚s̵͎͙̰̺̈̆t̴̡̬͔͙͉̹͂̾̎́̊̎̓̍͘ͅę̷̡̛͍̥̻͚͙̇̀͊̐̾e̸̖̬̅̿̒̌͘̕͠͠l̸̢̛̹̫͉͎̀̑f̵̮͐͆̏̏̉̽͂̍ḻ̴̮̹̼́̐ͅę̷̢̘̤̭͋̈́́̈̌̂̚̕͝ś̵̨̭̞͉̱̖͚̘̠̤͐͌̍̾̒̚ḩ̶̦̻͙͖̩̦̔̀͊̀̏̄̀̒̑̚ͅm̶̡̨̲͚̥̜͗̓͘e̸̤̼̥̔͗͆͋̾̄ẽ̵͙̺̻̩̖̾́̈́t̵͓̆̿̽̓̔͋s̷̡͔̗̳̝̿͊͒̒́͝s̶̬͙̹̳͖̟̺̈́͒̈́̅̈́͒̉͐̀̇͜t̶͙̝͕͔̦̰́̾̿̏͑̃͑̄̚̕e̶͔̪̦̭̾͆̇̔͊̉͊ë̷̥́̋̀̓͂̑͋͛̚ĺ̷̡̬̮̦̲͈̾̊̎̕f̴͚̺͖̯̦͈̙͎̟̟̈́͆̌̈́͂͊͠l̵͍̲͊̄́͋̓́̿͛͆̕e̵̤̺͕̲̞̹̕ş̵̜̼̰͖͉̼̫̞̒͐̓͋́̓̈́̄̕ͅh̴̢̡͚̬͙͔̜͋̐͆̊̓͛̾͘m̷̡̛̗͌͗̂͜e̷̯͉̗͇̔̈́̂͌̈͋̄͗͝e̷̛͇͑̀̆́̆̐͐̕͘t̴̺̬͚́̅̍͊͘͠͝s̵̛̼̲͕̤̳̊͐͂̔̾̅͘ŝ̵̩̥̤̅͑t̷͎̣̺̐͊̍̈́̌̆̑̄ȩ̴̥̺̝̬͎̭̓̃̑́̓́ȩ̶͇̝͉̩̳̰͈̞̳̎̿͗̊̈́̏͊́͘͠l̴̛̛̳̔̿̓͌̏̍̿͠f̷̟͓͂̍̕l̴̢͉̤̖͇̺̖̰̙̍͌ẹ̷̡̹̰̥͇̐̐̄̐͠ͅṡ̶͖͜͝ḩ̷̰̺̪̬̝͎̣͕̿̂͋̄̓̎̈͒͘͝ͅm̴̨̧̮͓̼͓̤̞̊̒̉̈̾̍͂͜e̸͉̮̰̤͈̮̚ȅ̵̗̘̳̫͚͈͔͚͓̞̆͛͛͘͘t̶̛̰̠͉̰̓̏̔̈̂͊̏͠͝s̴̫̻̥̤͉̱͓̥̖͈̈́͊̽̓̄̊͛̍̚s̷͓͈̣̹̲̩͖͙̆̀̃ţ̸͇̯̩̙͚͑͝e̴̢̛̖͔̜̱̱̜͇͂̋̌͋͌̓́͝ͅẻ̴͖́̒̑͑̏͝l̴̨͖̜̝̝͚̤͚͕̹̈́͂̽̽̄̕f̵͓̈́̇̍̋l̴̢͍͔̘͓̮͍̻̖͕͛̌͂̾̄̅e̵̦̩̱̥͐͛̈́̐̋̈́͐͋̄̇s̴̛̹̙̣̰̬͈̠̥̣͈̊h̴͍̓͌̐̄m̷̤͙̩̙͙̙̄̌͜͠ê̵̟͒e̴̛̳̱͇̥̦̬͓͂̌̓̀͜͠ẗ̵̡̥͎͎̓̚͝s̸͈̰̤̰̩̰̬͔̬͑͌͊̀͒ṡ̵̠̫̱͎̖̫̐t̷̰̬̭̩̬̤̰̬́͛ͅe̶̡̘̰͍̜͓͚̳̋̓̍͒͑̆͠ȇ̶̡̎̈́͆͐̿̂͂͘l̵̛̦̥͊̾f̷̡̜̮̙̺̟͖̭́̀͜ͅl̵̯̟̠̄̀̚͝e̵̛̞͇͊̇́͑̒̄̿͐͜͠s̷̨̨͔̭͕̻̯̘̜͚̓͛͋̔͂͊̑̀̍͝h̵̟̭͗̇̓͊̌̾͘̚͝m̶̛̖̠͇͔̥̘͔͖̓̈͆̉͌̔͠ͅę̴͎͌͋̏͋̈́̆ė̸͙̺͚͔̳͆̂̃̀̌ͅt̴̡̾͛̽̑̽͆̈́͛͝s̷̨̢̺̱̈́̈́ͅṡ̸̡̳̳̯͎͉͕̂̆̍̓̒͘t̷̛̥͇̥͍̰̏̈́͛̽͑̎͑͠ḙ̵̦̱͚͔͊́́́̇̏e̸̩̳̱̙̘̝͌̒͋͒́̕͜͝͝l̵̢̮͈̹̯̒̀̒͠͠f̶̫̼̬͔̮̮̠̍̓̊͌͛̽͂͛l̴̨̎̀͗͊̅͌͠͝͠e̶̤̜̹̳͔̝̬̘͛̂̓̈́̿͗̅̕͜s̷̗̼̖̀̉̔h̵̳̼̹̣̍͗̊̇̌̌́̕͝m̵͍̓́e̵̢̖̜̪̠̻̱͓̞̘̿́̇̏͠ę̴̡̨̣͖̰̟͓̥͌̈̇̆͊̃̿̍͝t̴͉̺̖͉̘̣̿̓̌̓̇̄̌́̂̚͜ş̸̬̔̈́͐̍́ş̸̣̲͚̤̻͉̈́̊̊̆̀̚ṭ̷̱͎̬̈̌̽̕ë̷̢͉̞̜̩͍́́͒͌̕ͅḙ̴̢̡͇̰̲͆͒̅̚̕͜ḻ̸̢̭̝̮̦͍̃̈̃̃̑̄́̍͌ ̸̧͎̝̱̳̝͙̉̆́͊̐ 
The last thing seen from Scotland is the screen glitching out with nothing but white noise and static.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 1, 2019 0:34:59 GMT -5
FINA-F**KING-LLY! I'm so, so, sorry this show took AGES to get up. With my new work schedule and just general....creativity left in the tank I wasn't really feeling it this month to sit down and write but I did the best I could with the time I had. I know I wasn't the only one who just couldn't catch a break this month. Special thanks to hazarrd for the graphics! Special thanks to Drakz for his help with the main event. I only hope I wrote something good! Big thanks to Thunder and hazarrd for helping with match writing. Big ups to King Richius , destroyer. , Devilkiller , hazarrd , bad guy™ for the segments and a big WFWF welcome to my friend, Melo! The robot stuff was all him. I met him at my new job and he's a big wrestling fan! Weirdly enough, he loves to write so I thought he might enjoy it here. It took some convincing but I got him aboard! I know the robot thing was kind overdone but that's just a "placeholder" until he comes up with a picture base he likes. If it sucks or whatever, I'll let him know. He's supposed to make an account on here any day now so.... Anyway, I really hope this show was worth the long wait. Congratulations to the winners and I'm certainly looking forward to Throwdown. I got the graphics and all that jazz covered next show!
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Post by Devilkiller on Dec 1, 2019 0:47:30 GMT -5
I don't know if I actually won or won for storyline sake, but I swear to god I popped so hard. I've been waiting and waiting for this for EVER. I'll read the rest later I swear but oh my god this is awesome. I feel like Mick Foley going to Disney Land.
Also, thanks for using the Devil's Pitch Fork. Originally, that was called "The Legend Killer" in my first tenure here. Pretty neat I beat a legend with the formerly known as TLK.
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Post by hazarrd on Dec 1, 2019 1:16:36 GMT -5
Loved this show, I was sat on this page refreshing it every hour on the hour waiting for the next part of the results to come up, I was very intrigued by the glitchiness and stuff, I thought it might've been something of The Fathers schtick, so I am very intrigued about this new character being introduced
All the matches were amazing, I actually popped so hard when I saw that MAIM won, well deserved victory
This Billy Broom saga has just taken quite the interesting turn, whats gonna happen to our favourite Broom wielding madman? Find out next time on DragonBall...wait no wrong show
All round I loved this show, it was 100% worth the wait
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Post by Drakz on Dec 1, 2019 5:21:45 GMT -5
Main event was great stuff. Nice one.
I liked all the glitchy stuff as well. It was well executed.
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Post by bad guy™ on Dec 1, 2019 14:44:50 GMT -5
I took a quick "admin privilege" looksie at how the ending was coded. Hell, I dunno who coded that. But damn, real recognize real with that.
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Post by MAIM on Dec 1, 2019 16:33:00 GMT -5
Man, if I bring my main in someday I'll know never to try to outdo that stuff.
Great great great work on the outline of this show and some phenomenal matches to boot.
Seriously, awesome stuff.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 1, 2019 22:32:36 GMT -5
I am glad to see the show getting praise! I certainly enjoyed putting it all together and I feel like this show topped Destroy What You Enjoy. Your turn, Thunder . bad guy™ - Yeah, I have no idea how Melo did that....weird stuff either. I've certainly never seen that before. I'll ask him tomorrow when I see him at work. MAIM - I would love to see your main join the WFWF! Anyone from your previous fed for that matter. If they're anywhere near your level of writing, the amount of competitors we would have here will be freakin' cool!
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Post by Thunder on Dec 2, 2019 10:42:08 GMT -5
I will definitely need to go big to match this, which is why the next show will feature Baby Yoda as third commentator.
Seriously though, great results all around and I'm also marvelling at how cool the ending is.
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Post by King Richius on Dec 2, 2019 16:07:57 GMT -5
I don't know if I actually won or won for storyline sake... I happen to know you won fair and square. The better RP trumps any storyline. If that isn't the case for every match result in every show then someone please tell me now because that isn't the WFWF I joined nor is it a WFWF I want to be a part of.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 2, 2019 16:53:09 GMT -5
I don't know if I actually won or won for storyline sake... I happen to know you won fair and square. The better RP trumps any storyline. If that isn't the case for every match result in every show then someone please tell me now because that isn't the WFWF I joined nor is it a WFWF I want to be a part of. I think DK is just surprised that he won, considering his recent struggles with writing. I told him why he won and he still can't believe it. I'm with Rich when he says the better story will always get you a win here. That's why DK won, end of story. That kind of backstage shadiness has no place here in the WFWF. Not while I'm co-owner.
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