WFWF Survival of the Fittest V - Results (March 28th, 2020)

MESH!

MESH!

MESH!

Alecia Matthews: Oh my God......I-I have no words.

Maxwell Dachs: Is that the blue-haired girl I've heard so much about?

Alecia Matthews: Yes. I feel like I just saw a ghost.

While The Manchester Arena recovers from the internet-breaking return of Mesh, members of the ring crew carry the podium and two tables while Lila Sleater and Kris Kash carry two items covered in black cloths.

Once everything is set up, Lila again takes the microphone.

Lila Sleater: I...uhh....wasn't expecting her to come back....wow. Before we get to, arguably the biggest main event in years I wanted to reveal the last two surprises before we wrap up the Best of 2019 Awards.

The crowd is still crazy for Mesh and they haven't shown any signs of stopping!

Lila Sleater: These next two surprises don't need any speech. They both have a history of lineage and prestige and since we're changing things up here what better way to signify change than by -

Kris Kash lifts the cloth off one of the items:


Lila Sleater: Introducing everyone to the brand new WFWF International Championship!

The crowd pops at the sight of the brand new belt! Lila steps over to the next table where Kash lifts the cloth again:


Lila Sleater: And the new WFWF World Heavyweight Championship! Frank Lynn or Drakz - they will be the first to carry the new WFWF championship belts as their own and they will begin, not only the new chapter of their careers but in the history of the WFWF.

So far, all the changes have resulted in cheers from the crowd but now they chant the boss lady's name!

THANK YOU LILA!

*clap, clap, clap, clap, clap*

THANK YOU LILA!

*clap, clap, clap, clap, clap*

THANK YOU LILA!

*clap, clap, clap, clap, clap*

Lila Sleater: Now I know I'm not the only one who's excited to see Frank Lynn versus Drakz so let's see what you guys voted as the Match of the Year! The Match of the Year category, to me is the one match that left everyone on the edge of their seats. Out of all the matches that we were honored to witness in 2019, these are the four that made the cut:

The nominees for Match of the Year are:

On the TunaTron, we see the graphics of each match nominated.



Lila Sleater: Billy Broom versus Tugarin Zmey at Destroy What You Enjoy!



Lila Sleater: Drakz versus Tugarin Zmey at Do or Die!



Lila Sleater: Thunder versus Frank Lynn at The WFWF Goes to Hell!



Lila Sleater: Michael Kyzer vs. Drakz at SuperBrawl X!

Alecia Matthews: All four of those bouts were legendary. Such an honor to have called them.

Lila Sleater: And....the 2019 Match of the Year goes to.....

Another dramatic pause by Sleater whose faces turns to disgust upon seeing the results.

Lila Sleater: .....Michael Kyzer versus Drakz at SuperBrawl X.

Of course, in the absence of Michael Kyzer it’s only Drakz who saunters out onto the stage, the WFWF World Heavyweight Championship title around his waist. The crowd don’t like it, but hey, who can argue with the result? Drakz takes a bow to Lila and curtseys to Kris, before taking the award and leaning in to the podium mic.

Drakz: You’re welcome Mike.

More boos.

Drakz: I told you I’d make you relevant again, and look where we are. Main event of Superbrawl. Match of the year. Shame you can’t be here to enjoy the moment with me.

They just won’t stop booing him.

Drakz: Boo me all you want. I’m not going anywhere. Not yet at least. If Michael Kyzer couldn’t do it, and Tugarin Zmey couldn’t do it, what makes you think Frankie stands a chance tonight?

Lila steps in to try and move Drakz along.

Drakz: Oh what? Am I taking too long? Is there something more important about to happen? No I didn’t think so. I’m still the most important part of every show, so don’t try to hurry me. In fact while we’re at it, why don’t you just give me the Superstar of the Year award? Again. One year off is enough for me.

He walks to the cloth covered table off to stage right and snatches up the only remaining award standing on it. Lila moves toward him and tries to snatch it from him, but he holds it out of her reach and moves back to the mic.

Drakz: What? You’re going to tell me it’s not mine? Don’t be so f*cking obtuse Lila. This belongs to me. Doesn’t it?

Lila goes a shade of red, though it’s hard to tell if it’s with rage or embarrassment.

Drakz: Well?

Kris Kash: Now, wait just a minute!

Drakz turns to him.

Drakz: Who the f*ck are you? In fact don’t bother answering that.

He looks back at Lila.

Drakz: Lila?

To the dismay of everyone in attendance Lila, her mouth clenched closed, nods in agreement. Drakz is indeed the WFWF Superstar of the Year.

Drakz: Called it! Thanks y’all. I’m going to leave now, but not because you want me to. In fact how about we just get this Frank Lynn nonsense over with right now?

He walks centre stage, takes a look around at the packed house and then at his two awards, before tossing both of them as high as he can muster, straight up into the air, as he begins walking down the ramp. The awards slam back onto the stage and ricochet, spinning out of control and of the stage in separate directions, thankfully just short of any members of the crowd in attendance.



Christa Adina: Ladies and Gentlemen, the following match is our main event of the evening, a champion versus champion, title versus title, winner takes all match for the ages!

The lights dim and Frank Lynn’s music asserts the audience’s ears. As “Anthem of the Space” plays, spotlight shines down on the entrance stage and Frank Lynn walks out, trailed by his manager Daphne Velasquez. There are no histrionics tonight, simply the international Champion standing tall with his belt over his shoulder. After posing for a few seconds for the benefit of the fans with flash photography, Frank and Daphne march slowly and determinedly to the ring. Once in the ring, Daphne removes Frank’s coat and he stands in the center of the ring holding the belt over his head. The entire time, the crowd is roaring in support of the underdog in this epic champion versus champion match.

Alecia Matthews: Frank has an intense look in his eyes that quite frankly scare me. The last time we saw that look was when Thunder pushed him a little too far in their match back in Hell.

Maxwell Dachs: Frank made no secret about it, this match is personal for him. He wants to take a piece of Drakz home with him tonight… and I’m not just talking about the World Heavyweight Championship.

The lights stay dimmed and the spotlight shifts from Frank in the ring back to the entrance stage. Drakz appears in the light sans any entrance music or other theatrics that usually accompany a WFWF superstars entrance. He has his usual smirk on his face as he pats the World Heavyweight Championship belt around his waist. The raucous cheers for Frank Lynn turn into an even louder chorus of boos and jeers for Drakz. Quite used to a negative reaction, Drakz walks to the ring with a swagger in his step. Cheer or boo, it doesn’t matter. Drakz knows he is the man they paid to see and he loves every second of it.

He enters the ring, brushes his way past Daphne to get right in Frank Lynn’s face, removing his belt and raising it up opposite Frank’s International Championship belt, the large metal front plates clanking in a bizarre form of a toast.

Maxwell Dachs: Well folks, that’s how little Drakz actually cares bout the title and the WFWF in general. He can’t even be bothered with entrance music.

Alecia Matthews: Indeed Max, Drakz for all appearances really doesn’t want to be here and yet he shows up for every match ready to maim and mutilate his opponent so he can keep his iron grip on the WFWF World Heavyweight Championship.

Maxwell Dachs: I know we’re supposed to be objective observers but it’s hard not to join in with the entire world that just wants Drakz to lose so we can have a champion who actually cares.

Alecia Matthews: And there can be no doubt, Frank Lynn cares. He cares about being the best, he cares about raising the level of competition in the WFWF, and despite the end of the Revolution he still cares about fairness inside the ring. All Drakz cares about is Drakz.

Maxwell Dachs: Somebody has to. It sure isn’t the fans. There isn’t even a hint of homerism in this Manchester crowd for their fellow UKer.

Drakz and Frank continue their stare down in the middle of the ring, neither refusing to be the first to blink. Krista takes her cue from the referee, who is anxious to get the match started before the fireworks break out.

Christa Adina: Introducing first, from Boston, Massachusetts… weighing 232 pounds… he is the current reigning defending International Champion… He is the Lethal Weapon Frank LYYYNNNNNN!

Cheers of support mixed with a chant of “Frank is gonna’ kill you!”

Christa Adina: And his opponent, from Leeds, England via Chicago, Illinois… weighing 226 pounds… he is the current reigning defending World Heavyweight Champion… He is Mr. 851… The Streak Destroyer Destroyer Destroyer… The "God" Slayer… The Man the People Paid to See… (Krista takes a moment to sigh and catch her breath) He is DRAAAKKKZZZ!

Alecia Matthews: This is a battle for the ages! Let's check out the tale of the tape.



Alecia Matthews: Frank has all the odds stacked against him but that's the kind of pressure that The Lethal Weapon thrives on!

Maxwell Dachs: The funny thing is - that's not everything Drakz has accomplished. What I heard from the boys in the back, they actually ran out of room.

Alecia Matthews: Wow.

Boos and insults from the crowd, highlighted by a chant of “F*** you *sshole!” A smile crosses Drakz’ face as he listens to the hate from the Manchester fans.

Alecia Matthews: Drakz’ popularity may be at an all time low. Their is no split in the crowd for this match, not like when he faced the equally despicable Kyzer or the enigmatic master of destruction Zmey. These fans may riot if Drakz beats Frank tonight.

Maxwell Dachs: That’s what more than a few fan signs say. I hope you have a fast exit plan for tonight just in case. I know I do.

The referee steps in to take both belts from the champions, each man holding onto his belt for a few seconds before releasing their grip to continue their stare down with arms at their sides ready to strike. The referee makes a very quick show of both title belts to the crowd and passes them off to a staffer at ringside, then motions for the bell to be rung as quickly as possible.

DING! DING! DING!

Frank Lynn immediately strikes Drakz in the face with a brutal elbow strike. The champ is rocked, more by the surprise of the sudden attack than the actual blow. He backs up a step but Frank begins a relentless attack. Kick to the stomach, chop to the chest, forearm to the face, irish whip into the ropes followed by a spinning heel kick, a quick knee drop to the forehead. The moves are rapid fire and delivered with the deadliest of intentions.

Frank Gets into a full mount and hits a series of elbow strikes to Drakz’ face. In no time at all, Drakz is busted open above his eye, the blood pouring down his face.

Alecia Matthews: Frank has come out like a house on fire. He has Drakz reeling from the sheer intensity of his assault.

Maxwell Dachs: Frank knows the best way to beat Drakz is to not even give him a chance to fight back. The longer you let Drakz live, the better his chances of turning the tables and getting the upper hand. That man is a veteran with an extensive collection of counters that could crush Frank’s dreams of being the top dog in an instant.

Alecia Matthews: I do want to point out something about Frank’s attire for this epic match. He has patches sewn all over his pants, postcard tourism images from all the cities he’s had momentous victories in: Boston, Hell, and so on. There is one empty spot that I asked about earlier and was told is reserved for a Manchester patch.

Maxwell Dachs: Frank Lynn wants this win and it is showing in his performance so far.

The two wrestlers are back to their feet jockeying for position, a battle of skill that results in several minutes of chain wrestling, a few rushed pinfall attempts that fail, and more chants from the chant happy English crowd than we can count. They even break out in song, LL Cool J’s “Momma Said Knock You Out”… an odd choice but quite accurate as Frank Lynn takes every opportunity he can to try for a knockout blow. To his credit, Drakz keeps up his end of the fight, giving ground to the International Champion but remaining defiant and waiting for his opportunity.

Frank circles behind Drakz, slaps on a full nelson, and hits a snapdragon suplex. The champ bounces up and is immediately knocked back down by a vicious clothesline. Drakz tries to roll under the bottom rope to get some distance but Daphne is there to block his exit from the ring. Frank grabs Drakz’ legs and swings him around and around in circles while the crowd counts along to each revolution of the giant swing.

Frank releases his hold on Drakz leaving him lying on his back near one corner of the ring. Frank gets running start, steps on Drakz’ chest as he jumps onto the ring ropes and flips over for a moonsault. He grabs a leg for the cover. It’s the first pin attempt that the fabs think may have a chance as a roar of support shakes the rafters.

1!

2!

Drakz kicks out!

Then Drakz rolls out of the ring, this time having no problem shoving Daphne out of the way. She falls on her much admired derrière and flips the bird to Drakz who ignores her as her wanders round ringside trying to catch his breath and regain his composure.

Alecia Matthews: Drakz has been caught by surprise by Frank Lynn. He did not expect this from the International Champion.

Maxwell Dachs: I agree. Veteran move by Drakz to regroup. He needs a moment to think and reach into his bag of tricks before Frank gets the better of him.

Drakz uses the entire twenty count before sliding back into the ring, Frank pacing like a caged tiger waiting for the chance to continue his relentless assault on the World Champion. As Drakz finally gets into the ring, Frank charges in for a running knee. Drakz sidesteps, Frank stops on a dime and spins around attempting a kick. Drakz grabs Frank’s foot, spins him around, and hits a sudden german suplex. Frank Lynn pops right back to his feet and gets dropped by a clothesline. Again Frank pops back up only to eat a chop to the chest followed by several European uppercuts.

Frank backs away from Drakz, slaps his chest and screams, showing absolutely no sign that Drakz even touched him and baiting Drakz to continue his attack. Drakz laughs at the show of macho bravado, taking it as further evidence that Frank Lynn is a walking cliché in need of a reality check.

He may be right, but that doesn’t help him when Frank feigns a super kick to the face which Drakz counters by throwing his forearms in front of his head. Frank’s real kick lands hard on Drakz’ knee staggering the World Champion. Then he hits a spinning back kick that connects squarely with the side of Drakz’ head.

Frank picks Drakz up in a fireman’s carry and drives him into the turnbuckle with a death valley driver. He ties Drakz into the tree of woe, then circles the ring to get a good head of steam before delivering a sliding baseball kick to Drakz’ face.

Alecia Matthews: I’m shocked at how well this going for Frank. he obviously had a well thought out plan prepared for Drakz and so far it working to perfection.

Maxwell Dachs: Don’t count your chickens before they hatch darling. This is Drakz, the greatest of all time. Until the bell rings and the referee raises Frank’s hand this is far from over.

Frank now has Drakz backed into the corner and is beating on him with punches and kicks. The referee steps int o warn Frank about using a closed fist which is all the opening Drakz needs. When the referee can’t see, Drakz jams a thumb into Frank’s eye.

Alecia Matthews: And there’s the Drakz we all know and hate!

Maxwell Dachs: Why would you expect any less from him?

Drakz reverses positions with Frank, trapping him in the corner and raining down forearms and kicks while the half blinded International Champion covers up, unable to counter.

Drakz lifts Frank onto the top turnbuckle, then ascends the ropes himself to continue the beating. After what he feels is a sufficient enough beating to soften Frank up, He sets up for a superplex.

Frank fights back, attempting some feeble punches that have no effect, then resorting to the brute force of a headbutt that connects with the bridge of Drakz’ nose starting another waterfall of blood running down the champs face.

Frank quickly wraps Drakz up in his arms and jumps off the top rope delivering a ring shaking package piledriver!

The fans instantly break out the “Holy sh*t!” chant.

Maxwell Dachs: Holy sh*t indeed! Frank folded Drakz up like an accordion.

Alecia Matthews: And now he’s going for the cover. This could be it. We could have a new World Heavyweight Champion!

Maxwell Dachs: One! Two! Noooooo! Drakz got his foot on the rope. Daphne tried to knock it off but not in time. The referee saw and stopped the count.

Alecia Matthews: And now the referee has some harsh words for Frank’s manager.

Maxwell Dachs: Rightfully so. She overstepped her bounds and tried to get physically involved in the match.

Frank stands up and splits his attention between Drakz and the argument going on between the ref and Daphne. It’s all the opening the wily veteran Drakz needs as he lifts himself to his feet using the ropes for assistance, then winds up and hits a vicious kick to the side of Frank’s knee. The International Champion stumbles backwards and falls to one knee.

Maxwell Dachs: I didn’t want to say anything for fear of jinxing Frank but it did look like he was favoring one knee at times in the match. Drakz must have noticed and like any good wrestler he is attacking his opponents weak spot.

Alecia Matthews: And now the tables have completely turned. Drakz is in charge and having his way with Frank.

As Alecia observed, Drakz is maintaining his dominant position, using a series of slow and deliberate attacks to wear down his opponent. He reaches deep into his repertoire to hit vicious knee strikes, a backbreaker, a neck breaker, and several suplexes all meant to soften up every body part of Frank Lynn before Drakz goes in for the kill.

The crowd gets quiet in anticipation and disappointment as Drakz sets up for Rolling Cold, a move that most often signal the end of the match coming soon. Drakz hits the Rolling Cold and the crowd gasps. Drakz maintains his hold on Frank and lifts him back up to attempt another Rolling Cold.

Frank miraculously counters, leaping up and over Drakz and dropping the back of Drakz’ head and neck down to the mat. He rolls away form the champ and lays there breathing deeply, the effort of the counter having taken what little he had left out of him.

Drakz slaps the mat in frustration, looks at Frank with hate in his eyes and yells at him.

Drakz: You’re too stupid for your own good!

Drakz picks Frank up and hits a ripcord lariat. Then he picks Frank up again, whips him into the ropes and hits a high knee that sends Frank back to the mat. Daphne is screaming support while pounding the ring apron to get the crowd fired up, but Frank lies there motionless.

Drakz runs at Frank and delivers a double stomp to the chest, then drops an elbow to the same spot. He cover Frank for the pin.

1!

2!

Frank Lynn kicks out!

Drakz wastes no time, quickly wrapping his arm around Frank’s neck and putting all of his weight on Frank’s back as he tries to choke off the oxygen to Frank’s brain.

Frank struggles to break the hod, his arms flailing wildly looking for any grip he can get on Drakz. Drakz continues to maneuver himself behind Frank so that all Frank’s arm flailing is a waste of energy.

Daphne continues to pound the apron and the crowd claps along trying to fire up the clear and obvious fan favorite in this clash of champions.

Perhaps drawing from the crowd or perhaps drawing from his own anger and unwillingness to give up so easily, Frank manages to get to his feet, Drakz draped on his back refusing to release the choke hold.

Alecia Matthews: This match is delivering exactly what we expected, to hard hitting champions fighting with every last breath to be the victor.

Maxwell Dachs: When nothing less than total control of the WFWF at stake, that’s what we should get. The winner of this match will be the ULTIMATE champion, the true king of the ring. We haven’t seen that since David Brennan’s year long dual title reign. It’s a rare thing to have one man in possession of all the gold and the is driving these men to break their limits.

Alecia Matthews: As Frank says, this about who is the constant of the WFWF, a phrase he borrowed from Drakz himself. For now it looks like Drakz is in position to maintain his claim to yet another nickname but Frank isn’t giving up. Frank isn’t the underdog everyone, particularly Drakz, thought going into this match.

Frank continues to fight what is now a sleeper hold that Drakz refuses to release. He stumbles around the ring with Drakz attached to his back like a leech sucking the blood out of him. Drakz grimaces from the effort, his blood splattered face looking like something out of a horror movie.

Frank backs into the corner, slamming Drakz into the turnbuckles. Drakz keeps a tight hold. Another slam into the turnbuckles, and another, and another. Drakz keeps grimacing, snarling, and squeezes the sleeper hold even tighter. Frank Starts to fade a little, dropping to one knee. The crowd roars in support one last time trying to inspire the International Champion for one last attempt to break the hold.

Frank responds, getting back to his feet and turning to face the turnbuckles. Then he steps up the turnbuckles like a climbing a ladder, eventually flipping over Drakz and pulling both men the mat. Drakz’ still has the sleeper hold locked on but his shoulders are pinned to the mat by Frank’s maneuver.

1!

2!

Drakz releases the hold and kicks out.

Alecia Matthews: Yes! Frank broke the hold! There’s still some fight left in him.

Maxwell Dachs: Maybe, but is it enough to stop Drakz who is still very much in charge of this match right now?

Frank sits in the corner of the ring, arms resting on the bottom rope as he tries to regain his full senses. Drakz charges in attempting a running knee strike. Frank rolls out of the way and Drakz hits the turnbuckle hard. Frank grabs the top rope for leverage, then kicks Drakz over the top rope, his foot connecting with Drakz’ temple and staggering the champ.

Still using the ropes for support, Frank reaches out and grabs Drakz’ by the hair. Frank drops off the apron pulling Drakz neck onto the top rope. Drakz bounces off the rope and clutches at his neck as he stumbles backwards away from the ropes.

The crowd goes wild, hoping for a comeback by Frank Lynn, the American warrior who has now been adopted by the UK audience as one of their own.

Daphne rushes to Frank’s side, massages his neck while whispering instruction to him.

Drake charges at Frank, going for a dropkick through the ropes. Daphne sees it coming and switches positions with Frank, taking the full force of Drakz’ kick and flying into the security barrier.

Maxwell Dachs: Now that’s a good manager! She just saved Frank a lot of pain.

Alecia Matthews: True Max, but to be honest Her constant involvement in the match goes against everything Frank stands for. is this really how he wants to win?

Maxwell Dachs: If it gets Frank the World title and sends Drakz into an early retirement… I don’t think Frank gives a damn.

Frank pulls Drakz down onto the floor and the two men have a furious exchange of blows that get the crowd jumping out of their seats. Frank finds his second wind and fights Drakz with the same intensity he started the match with. Drakz fights back with equal intensity as they beat the living hell of each other.

The referee watches on, deciding that for a match of this magnitude, if both men want to fight outside the ring then he will let them. There will be no count out draw that decides nothing.

The fight continues all around the ring as neither man shows any sign of breaking… that is until Frank hits the ring steps with his bad knee and stumbles. Drakz gets a gleam in his eye. He lifts Frank into a fireman’s carry and hits a running death valley driver into the security barrier. Then he stomps away at Frank’s chest.

Daphne rushes over, chair in hand. She grabs Drakz by the shoulder and he turns to face her. She lifts the chair up threateningly. Drakz laughs in her face and dares her to strike him. The referee has no choice but to intervene, warning Daphne that he will DQ Frank if she hits Drakz with the chair.

Alecia Matthews: Don’t do it Daphne! This is not what Frank would want.

Maxwell Dachs: I don’t think she will. She’s a ring veteran too and knows that if she does, it’s over for Frank. More likely, she’s buying Frank some time to recover.

Alecia Matthews: You’re right. She’s backing away from Drakz. You know, I’m not used to this kind of insight from my co-announcer. You may be a sexist pig, but you’re still much better than Daniel Knight.

Maxwell Dachs: Thanks babycakes. Maybe after the show…

Alecia Matthews: Don’t push your luck. Let’s forget I said anything and get back to this awesome match.

Drakz turns his attention back to Frank Lynn. He stomps him one more time in the chest, then lifts him up and drags him towards the ring. He slams Frank’s head into the apron (which as we all know is the hardest part of the ring).

Drakz drags Frank up onto the apron and stands opposite him, punching Frank several times to keep his foe dazed and confused. He gets Frank in a front face lock.

Maxwell Dachs: Think Drakz is going to try for a Falcon Arrow on the apron. If he hits it, that WILL be the end for Frank Lynn.

Max isn’t the only one thinking that. Daphne gets panicked look in her eyes, the runs towards the ring, arm out to grab Drakz legend pull him off the apron.

Drakz sees her out of the corner of his eye. When Daphne is about to grab his ankle, he jumps. Daphne misses, her momentum carrying her forward and her arm hits Frank’s legs. Frank instantly falls, his bad knee crashing hard into the apron. Drakz releases hs grip on Frank, who flops off the apron, landing awkwardly on the floor once again tweaking his injured knee.

Daphne looks distraught as she realizes what she’s done, her hands on either side of her face in the classic Home Alone “oh sh*t” pose (or as the more cultured might call it, the “Scream” pose).

Alecia Matthews: Oh no! Daphne missed. And now Frank looks injured. He’s clutching at his knee, unable to put any weight on it.

Maxwell Dachs: And that folks is the downside of an active manager. They can make mistakes that cost you the match.

Alecia Matthews: The medic is checking on Frank to see if he can continue. At least Drakz is maintaining some decorum, remaining in the ring waiting instead of attacking Frank and quite possibly ending his career.

Daphne is crying, screaming “I’m sorry” over and over. Frank ignores her and ignores the medic. He gets to his feet and shakes out his knee, doing his best to make it appear he is all right.

Drakz makes a show of it, holding the ropes open for Frank to get back in the ring, an evil smile on his face as he awaits his chance to administer even more punishment on his unbreakable opponent.

Frank hops up the steps and spits at Drakz, then climbs between the ropes on a different side of the ring. Drakz shrugs, then charges at Frank, hitting a running high knee. Frank goes down, one hand on his head and the other on his knee.

Frank uses the ropes to get back to his feet while Drakz circles like a hungry predator. Frank has no chance as Drakz closes in and lifts him up onto his shoulders. Drakz parades around the ring displaying his total control over his fallen foe. The he hits NEEDLE DAMAGE!

Alecia Matthews: It's over. Drakz wins. Again.

Maxwell Dachs: The best doing what he does best. You just have to accept it. No one can beat Drakz when he is on his game. And Daphne just made sure Drakz is on his game.

Alecia Matthews: The sadistic bastard isn’t satisfied with a quick pin! He’s putting Frank Lynn in the Texas Cloverleaf, torturing the poor man and destroying his knee!

Maxwell Dachs: He’s sending a message. He’s going to beat the MMA fighter and submission specialist with a submission hold. For Drakz it isn’t just about winning, it’s about embarrassing his opponent so they never test him again.

Frank’s face turns various shades of red as he screams in agony. He has not way out of the hold yet he refuses to tap so Drakz keeps up with the hold and the referee watches, waits until Frank passes out so he can end the torture.

In fact there is only one person who can save Frank Lynn now. It’s Daphne, who has a white towel in hand. Tears are streaming down her face as she struggles with her decision. Frank has lost. It’s over but he won’t admit it. This isn’t about the title or revenge. It’s about his career and whether he will ever be able to wrestle again.

Daphne starts to throw in the towel when a large black man jumps over the security barrier and tackles her.

Alecia Matthews: Oh my God! That’s Abraham “The Hammer” Templeton, the former boxer and Frank’s partner at Legacy! He’s not letting Daphne throw in the towel!

Maxwell Dachs: Well this is getting very interesting now. Not that any of it helps Frank. He’s still locked in the Texas Cloverleaf with no hope.

No hope? Indeed truer words were never spoken. Even Frank Lynn has to break, his will has to give.

Now is that time. His head slumps to to the mat and he taps.

Just like that.

The epic match comes to a finish not with a bang but with a simple tap of a hand to the mat.

DING! DING! DING!

The referee jumps in and forces a reluctant Drakz to break the hold, the bloodlust still in his eyes as he revels in his torture of Frank Lynn’s knee. He leans over close to Frank and can be heard saying to him:

Drakz: Good thing all your friends are here because you’ll need them to put you back together again.

Christa Adina: Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of the match… the World Heavyweight Champion and NEEEWWW International Champion… DRAAAKKKZZZ!

While Drakz prances around the ring with two belts and the crowd boos him mercilessly, Daphne and Abe help Frank out of the ring. With one arm over each of their shoulders, he hops backstage to get medical attention for his knee.

Frank never once looks back at the ring.

Drakz smirks as he's handed the World Title by the ref. He takes the belt nonchalantly, letting it drag on the mat as he looks to exit the ring.

Alecia Matthews: And with another solid victory over probably his most formidable challenge in recent memory, Drakz is still the World Heavyweight Champion and the NEW International Champion.

Maxwell Dachs: He's put the retirement stipulation out there and has been able to fend everyone off. I guess the question now is can anybody stop Drakz?

Drakz steps one foot through the ropes, when suddenly the lights go out.

Maxwell Dachs: Great, did someone skip paying the electric bill again?

There's subtle beat and immediately, the crowd starts to liven up as the lyrics start.

I got a song filled with sh*t for the strong willed

When the world gives you a raw deal

Set you off 'til you

Scream, "piss off, screw you"

When it talks to you like you don't belong

Or tells you you're in the wrong field

When something's in your mitochondrial

'Cause it latched on to you, like-

The bass kicks in and immediately the arena fills with a red and white strobe. Immediately the cameras pan around the arena and they finally focus in on a spot in the crowd. There stands a man in an oversized black hoodie.

Knock knock, let the devil in, malevolent

As I've ever been, head is spinnin', this medicine

Screaming,

On cue, the man removes the hood. The crowd erupts with surprise!

Alecia Matthews: THAT'S JOSH DEAN! OH MY GOD! THE FRANCHISE HAS RETURNED!

"L-l-l-let us in" L-l-lick like a salad bowl, Edgar Allen Poe

Bedridden, shoulda been dead a long time ago

Josh glances around at the crowd then turns his glance in the ring at Drakz, who is frozen in shock and awe.

Maxwell Dachs: It's been three years since we last saw the former World Heavyweight Champion after suffering a nasty concussion during the Supreme Gauntlet!

Alecia Matthews: He certainly looks to be in great physical condition.

Liquid Tylenol, gelatins, think my skeleton's meltin'

Wicked, I get all high when I think I've smelled the scent

Of elephant manure

Josh adapts his trademark spread arm pose, lifting his arms high above his head in a diamond shape, before deliberately bringing them down into the double guns, pointing directly at Drakz in the ring.

Hell, I meant Kahlúa, screw it, to hell with it

I went through hell with accelerants and blew up

My-my-myself again,

At the gunshot, he snaps his arms back to his side and begins his descent down the stairs.

Maxwell Dachs: Target locked on, and I don't think The Architect is here for a cheap pop and social call.

Alecia Matthews: Drakz may want to get out of the ring, now.

Josh is swarmed by the hands of adoring fans, but he doesn't reciprocate, remaining laser focused on the ring, where Drakz has backed up into the far corner. He reaches the floor and the crowd level starts building.

Alecia Matthews: It looks like he's gonna stand his ground.

Maxwell Dachs: Well he is the champ, Matthews. While Josh Dean is certainly an all time great, Drakz is the constant.

Alecia Matthews: Drakz has never been subtle in his defiance, and it looks like that's what we're seeing here as Josh Dean has reached the security barrier.

And I know they're gonna hate but I don't care, I

Barely can wait to hit 'em with the snare and the bass

Square in the face, this f*ckin' world better prepare to get laced

Because they're gonna taste my

Venom!

Josh hops the barricade and stares Drakz down as he methodically paces around the ring. Drakz, seemingly losing patience, beckons him in the ring. Josh smirks and continues to pace.

Alecia Matthews: I don't know smart it is for Josh to make Drakz mad. He looks poised to strike.

Maxwell Dachs: Actually, it's brilliant, Matthews. Drakz is expecting Josh to come in guns blazing. Instead, this tactic is throwing our normally composed champion off his game. Josh's arrival has definitely struck a chord!

Ready to snap any moment-um

Thinkin' it's time to go get 'em

They ain't gonna know what hit 'em

(When they get bit with the)

Venom!

The music dies down and finally Josh climbs up the steps onto the apron. He climbs into the ring and Drakz is mouthing at Josh as he walks towards him. He plants to sprint toward his old rival and Josh CUTS HIM OFF, MOWING HIM DOWN WITH A BIG SPEAR! THE CROWD LOSES THEIR SH*T!

Maxwell Dachs: AND JOSH DEAN STRIKES FIRST!

Drakz is doubled over and Josh is all over him! HUGE KNEES TO THE RIBS! Drakz rolls out of the ring, looking for reprieve. He thinks he has it, UNTIL JOSH CATCHES HIM FROM BEHIND WITH A BIG CLUBBING BLOW! Drakz counters with back elbow to the face, and he runs from Josh before sliding back into the ring. Josh is noticeably quicker, following in hot pursuit and springs to his feet as soon as he slides into the ring. Drakz has the title and charges at Josh. JOSH POPS HIM UP AND THE BELT GOES FLYING! JOSH CATCHES HIM ON HIS SHOULDERS! CHAPTER 11 (ROYAL FLUSH) PLANTS DRAKZ ON THE BELT!

Alecia Matthews: Chapter 11!

Maxwell Dachs: He got all of it! And Drakz is out!

Josh hooks the leg, smacking the mat three times with his free hand as the crowd counts along.

1!

2!

3!!!!!

Alecia Matthews: If this were a sanctioned match, then we would in fact have a new World Heavyweight Champion.

Maxwell Dachs: I don't think Josh Dean cares about that. Wait, what is he doing?!

Josh stands up, grabbing the World Heavyweight Title and Drakz' new International Title. He pauses for a second before smirking and slinging both titles over his shoulder. He walks to ropes and climbs out of the ring.

Alecia Matthews: Josh Dean is walking out of the arena tonight with both of Drakz' titles! What kind of point is he trying to prove?

The cheers start to turn to boos as Josh starts to walk up the ramp to the backstage area. Drakz is still down and is starting to stir as Josh walks out of sight. The cameras follow him as he makes his way through the backstage area. Several WFWF superstars and backstage personnel clear a path for him as he heads towards the back exit. But there is one person standing in his way.

Lila Sleater: You're not taking another step with those belts!

Josh smiles.

Josh Dean: Yes I am. Or did you forget that you have no way of stopping me?

He pats the title, before staring Lila dead in the eyes.

Josh Dean: So I'll be taking these as collateral, and I'll collect the rest later.

He walks past Lila with no resistance. Meanwhile, in the ring, Drakz has finally managed to sit up, still reeling from the vicious attack. On the big screen, we see Josh pushing the back door open. He stops with one foot out the door. Drakz is in the ring seething.

Josh Dean: Just remember that if you try to f*ck me over, Lila, you'll never see this again.

Josh walks out of the doorway, and you can hear the clang behind him as we cut to Drakz in the ring, the mixture of shock and embarrassment causing him to go ballistic! He climbs out of the ring and starts to tear apart the ringside area!

Alecia Matthews: Drakz is still btoh the World Heavyweight Champion and International Champion, but the big story is the return of Josh Dean!

Maxwell Dachs: The Architect came with one objective, to wreak havoc. It was quick, decisive, and violent!

Alecia Matthews: If this is any indication of what's to come, Drakz's reign as champion, hell his career, is in grave jeopardy! WE'RE OUT OF TIME!

Drakz is still tearing up the ringside area as the cameras fade to black.