WFWF Light Up the Sky - Results (July 10th, 2020)
Jul 10, 2020 20:42:33 GMT -5
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With little to no fanfare Drakz appears on the stage and begins walking to the ring with a measured pace. No smile on his face, but no look of disdain either.
Maxwell Dachs: Oh, erm. Well it seems we’re not opening tonight with a match as planned. Here comes our duel champion, though he’s not scheduled to compete this evening.
Alecia Matthews: For a double champion he seems to be shy a couple of title belts.
Maxwell Dachs: I imagine that’s what he might be here to discuss.
The crowd jeer at Drakz, something that is more prominent than usual as his music isn’t playing to drown some of it out. One fan in particular tries to grab a handful of his shirt but Drakz pulls his arm away and turns his head to look back at the fan, not a glimmer of a reaction on his face. He then proceeds to spit in his face and continues his walk, only now do the beginnings of a smirk creeps in, though he is quick to quash it.
He walks around the ring, carefully taking up a microphone on his way past the timekeepers area, before climbing the ring steps and stepping through the ropes.
He now stands middle ring and looks off into space.
Maxwell Dachs: Looks like he’s waiting for the crowd to tire itself out.
Alecia Matthews: He might be waiting a while. These boos don’t seem to be relenting.
And indeed he does….wait for a while. He patiently stands there as the waves of noise rise and fall, each swell of boos coming back just as the one before fades, knowing they can keep the champion from talking so long as they keep it up.
A solid 5 minutes pass, with Drakz only shifting his weight, never so much as passing his eyes over the audience. At last the fans seem to realise that if they want to see any wrestling tonight they had better pipe down, and when they do Drakz somehow refrains from his usual sarcastic comment. It’s an unusual sight.
Drakz: You may not know it by looking at me right now but, as of a couple of weeks ago, I hold both of the WFWF’s titles.
Alecia Matthews: What about the Vanguard Championship?
Maxwell Dachs: You think someone of Drakz’s standing even knows that the Vanguard Championship exists Alecia?
Drakz: Unfortunately though I’m also the victim of a high value theft. A theft committed by an external party. Someone who isn’t so much as under contract with this company, and yet he was allowed close enough to me to both assault and then steal the possessions of their ONLY champion.
The crowd can’t help but cheer at this reminder, and yet they now have to wait again until Drakz is ready to continue.
Alecia Matthews: Is he going to take all night over this?
Maxwell Dachs: If he has to!
Drakz: I’m a reasonable man though. More than reasonable I think, given what’s happened. I’m willing to let this go unpunished and unreported to the local law enforcement, so long as what is mine is returned to me……posthaste.
He waits, genuinely expecting an apologetic Joshua Dean to coming scurrying down the aisle to return both the WFWF International and World Heavyweight Championships. Needless to say no such thing happens. Drakz draws air through his nose.
Drakz: Joshua. I’m asking politely. You as well as anyone know I don’t often do this. Again, there’s no reason to be afraid of repercussions. I won’t hurt you, nor will I press criminal charges, so long as you do the right thing and return to me what is rightfully mine. I am the man that beat Frank Lynn, and therefore both of those titles belong to me.
He pauses again, and again he is met with nothing.
Drakz: This is as much a middle finger to Frank as it is to me Josh. You’re making this all about you, when everyone here should instead be congratulating Frank on his losing effort.
A glimmer of sarcasm. Just enough to lift the curtain on the fact that this is all an act, and proving to be quite a difficult one for Drakz to maintain. Nonetheless the crowd boos at this dig at The Lethal Weapon.
Drakz: I thought you were supposed to be a bastion of good Josh? Wasn’t it you who used to lead a group called the Saviours of Salvation? Because it sure as f*ck wasn’t me…….
His ire rises.
Drakz: Aren’t you the man who prided himself on never backing down from doing things the right way? A shining example? A role model? Or am I confusing you with someone else?
The anger has flattened again but the crowd have begun to chant now:
Let’s go Franchise……..Let’s go Franchise……
Drakz battles a second smirk.
Drakz: Yeah, come on. Let’s go Franchise!
Unable to keep this up for much longer Drakz starts clapping against the mic, his arms above his head, chanting along with the crowd.
Drakz: Let’s go Franchise! Come on Josh, or has all this time away castrated you? Give me back my f*cking titles you snake in the grass, piece of sh*t!
He’s visibly angry now, spit flying as he shouts into the mic.
Drakz: You can’t just steal those damn things and get called a champion. Those belts, and one of them in particular have NEVER been yours, and never will be, you chicken sh*t, p*ssy whipped, stay at home Dad.
Alecia Matthews: He doesn’t seem quite so calm and collected any more.
Drakz: This isn’t how this works Josh. YOU don’t get one over me. Hell, you don’t so much as get a half of one over on me. Pick up your bollocks, staple them back on, just for tonight, and get out here.
Josh Dean: Isaac. ISAAC!
The cameras pan up to the tron, where Josh Dean is standing in the backstage area, seemingly near the loading docks. Draped over his shoulder is the WFWF International Championship, whilst the WFWF World Heavyweight Championship is secured around his waist.
Josh Dean: That's right, up here d*ck.
The Architect waves at Drakz, causing him to fume even more as he paces along the ramp. He starts to walk toward the stage.
Josh Dean: Whoa, whoa, just hold on there buddy. You'll waste whatever wind your outta shape ass has trying to sprint back here and get a piece of me. And for what, hmm? To get laid out, again, and then I still walk out of the building in possession of these belts?
Josh smiles and Drakz is incensed.
Josh Dean: Look at you, Issac. You can't even keep civil long enough to make your word amount to sh*t, talking about a polite request. Yet, here you are trying to call my ethics into question and threaten to get the police involved. That's rich. I guess you really are that guy who can dish it out, then wants to cry foul because you can't take it. But go ahead and call them, I dare you!
Drakz stands at the edge of the stage, mulling over the options. The crowd is buzzing, wondering what he may do.
Alecia Matthews: Do I sense a bit of hesitation on Drakz's part?
Maxwell Dachs: I think Josh Dean has thrown Drakz off. I've never seen him this flustered by anyone, not even Michael Kyzer.
Josh nods his head as Drakz seems to come to full stop. He leans against the wall, with Drakz staring at the tron all the while.
Josh Dean: Wise choice. So I guess you want some answers, huh? Well, I'm all about transparency so I'll gladly tell you. But first I have to ask, how does it feel?
Drakz's face shifts to confusion.
Josh Dean: You're looking a little lost, Isaac, so how about I simplify the question? How does it feel to be embarrassed and unable to do anything about it? That's what my appearance at Survival of the Fittest was all about, giving you a small taste of what you did to me four years ago.
Alecia Matthews: After the weeks of speculation, we finally have confirmation!
Maxwell Dachs: And cordial just went out the window.
Alecia Matthews: You could argue that being cordial was never going to be an option.
Josh looks down at the WFWF World Heavyweight Title.
Josh Dean: January 11, 2016. You remember that day, Isaac? No? How about the crowd and the audience at home? Do you remember that day?
The crowd responds with a deafening set of boos. Josh raises his head.
Josh Dean: Don't bother booing him because he doesn't care. In fact, he wants you to hate him. He relishes in it because it helps him sell his particular brand of bullsh*t. It's interesting, seems like everyone here tonight remembers that night, except for you. And I thought that might be the case. So if the guys in the truck would be so kind to roll the footage.
WFWF Showtime
January 11, 2016
Drakz is struggling to his feet, and Josh quickly goes for the kill. He lifts Drakz to his shoulders. Chapter 11 coming, and Drakz desperately fights it off with hard elbows to the jaw. Josh swings him out, and Drakz's foot catches the ref in the temple before he lands on his feet! F*CK NO!
Alecia Matthews: Oh no!
Drakz slides out of the ring and storms over to the time keeper's table before snatching the World Heavyweight Title. He slides back into the ring and has it cocked back. The crowd boos as Drakz grits his teeth and motions Josh up.
Cameron Stone: No, he doesn't need to win this way!
Drakz is incensed as he turns around, RIGHT INTO THE WAITING ARMS OF JOSH! CHAPTER 11 (ROYAL FLUSH) CONNECTS! THE REF COMES TO AS JOSH HAS THE PIN! HOLY F*CK WHAT A TURN OF EVENTS!
Alecia Matthews: Josh hits the Chapter 11!
1...
2...
3...DRAKZ KICKS OUT JUST AFTER 3!
Cameron Stone: WE'VE GOT A NEW CHAMPION!
Christa Adina: Here is your winner, AND NEW WFWF WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION, "THE FRANCHISE" JOSH DEAN!
January 11, 2016
Drakz is struggling to his feet, and Josh quickly goes for the kill. He lifts Drakz to his shoulders. Chapter 11 coming, and Drakz desperately fights it off with hard elbows to the jaw. Josh swings him out, and Drakz's foot catches the ref in the temple before he lands on his feet! F*CK NO!
Alecia Matthews: Oh no!
Drakz slides out of the ring and storms over to the time keeper's table before snatching the World Heavyweight Title. He slides back into the ring and has it cocked back. The crowd boos as Drakz grits his teeth and motions Josh up.
Cameron Stone: No, he doesn't need to win this way!
Drakz is incensed as he turns around, RIGHT INTO THE WAITING ARMS OF JOSH! CHAPTER 11 (ROYAL FLUSH) CONNECTS! THE REF COMES TO AS JOSH HAS THE PIN! HOLY F*CK WHAT A TURN OF EVENTS!
Alecia Matthews: Josh hits the Chapter 11!
1...
2...
3...DRAKZ KICKS OUT JUST AFTER 3!
Cameron Stone: WE'VE GOT A NEW CHAMPION!
Christa Adina: Here is your winner, AND NEW WFWF WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION, "THE FRANCHISE" JOSH DEAN!
Josh Dean: Isaac! He snaps his fingers. Hey man, you still with me? Jog any memories yet? There it is ladies and gents, plain as day. Now, I wish I could tell you that I was able to celebrate a truly landmark moment in my career with my inner circle. But this f*cking clown on that stage couldn't take the loss like a man, oh no. Roll the footage.
WFWF Showtime
January 11, 2016
Josh takes his dual championship belts and ascends the corner closest to the commentary booth. He sits the Tag Team Title on the top turnbuckle before hoisting the World Heavyweight Title over his head with a celebratory roar. He unstraps the title and slings it over his shoulder before stepping down off the turnbuckles. He grabs the Tag Title and turns, coming face to face with Trace Demon. Trace is applauding Josh, which causes the Architect to raise an eyebrow.
Alecia Matthews: It looks like the boss wants to personally congratulate our new champion.
The music dies down as Trace continues clapping. He is mouthing some inaudible things to Josh before stopping an extending a hand.
Cameron Stone: I don't trust this, Alecia. Trace is being too chummy for my liking.
Trace continues to hold his hand out, with Josh not taking his eye off it. Trace retracts his hand and steps closer to Josh, who spits in his face to a raucous response!
Alecia Matthews: Well there's what Josh thinks about it!
Josh walks past Trace, bumping shoulders with him. Trace turns around quickly and marches over to Josh as he reaches the ropes.
Cameron Stone: JOSH, LOOK OUT!
Nice try Cam, but it's too late. Trace spins Josh around and KICKS HIM RIGHT IN THE NUTS! WHAT THE F*CK?! Josh drops to a knee, allowing Trace to hit the Demonstration of Hell (Tiger Driver)! Trace motions Drakz back into the ring, saying something the camera can't pick up. But his pointing motion to Josh and Drakz's nodding head allude to a nefarious scheme. Trace exits the ring as Drakz slides back in.
Alecia Matthews: What is he doing?
Trace storms over to the time keeper's table and says to Christa Adina, "There's going to be an immediate rematch. Make the announcement!"
Christa Adina: Ladies and gentlemen, per order of WFWF Owner Trace Demon, Josh Dean will defend the WFWF World Heavyweight Championship in an immediate rematch against Drakz!
Cameron Stone: No! This isn't right!
Trace motions for the ref to ring the bell before having a seat at the time keeper's table. The ref is torn but values his job security, so he does.
DING DING!
Cameron Stone: I'm about to be sick! Trace Demon just served Drakz the title on a silver platter!
Drakz kneels down for the cover,
1...
2...
Kickout by Josh!
Cameron Stone: I can't believe it! He's still alive!
Alecia Matthews: I think it's only delaying the inevitable, Cam. He's too badly hurt.
Drakz, half expecting the kickout, picks up the battered champion as he pulls himself up. He hoists Josh up to the shoulders. NEEDLE DAMAGE (SAMOAN DRIVER)!
Alecia Matthews: And there's a second Needle Damage! I don't care how tough Josh is, this is pretty much academic.
Drakz has the legs hooked as the crowd mercilessly boos.
1...
2...
3!
Cameron Stone: Dammit, Trace Demon and Drakz scored the heist of the century!
Christa Adina: Here is your winner, and NEW WFWF WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION, "THE GOD SLAYER" DRAKZ!
January 11, 2016
Josh takes his dual championship belts and ascends the corner closest to the commentary booth. He sits the Tag Team Title on the top turnbuckle before hoisting the World Heavyweight Title over his head with a celebratory roar. He unstraps the title and slings it over his shoulder before stepping down off the turnbuckles. He grabs the Tag Title and turns, coming face to face with Trace Demon. Trace is applauding Josh, which causes the Architect to raise an eyebrow.
Alecia Matthews: It looks like the boss wants to personally congratulate our new champion.
The music dies down as Trace continues clapping. He is mouthing some inaudible things to Josh before stopping an extending a hand.
Cameron Stone: I don't trust this, Alecia. Trace is being too chummy for my liking.
Trace continues to hold his hand out, with Josh not taking his eye off it. Trace retracts his hand and steps closer to Josh, who spits in his face to a raucous response!
Alecia Matthews: Well there's what Josh thinks about it!
Josh walks past Trace, bumping shoulders with him. Trace turns around quickly and marches over to Josh as he reaches the ropes.
Cameron Stone: JOSH, LOOK OUT!
Nice try Cam, but it's too late. Trace spins Josh around and KICKS HIM RIGHT IN THE NUTS! WHAT THE F*CK?! Josh drops to a knee, allowing Trace to hit the Demonstration of Hell (Tiger Driver)! Trace motions Drakz back into the ring, saying something the camera can't pick up. But his pointing motion to Josh and Drakz's nodding head allude to a nefarious scheme. Trace exits the ring as Drakz slides back in.
Alecia Matthews: What is he doing?
Trace storms over to the time keeper's table and says to Christa Adina, "There's going to be an immediate rematch. Make the announcement!"
Christa Adina: Ladies and gentlemen, per order of WFWF Owner Trace Demon, Josh Dean will defend the WFWF World Heavyweight Championship in an immediate rematch against Drakz!
Cameron Stone: No! This isn't right!
Trace motions for the ref to ring the bell before having a seat at the time keeper's table. The ref is torn but values his job security, so he does.
DING DING!
Cameron Stone: I'm about to be sick! Trace Demon just served Drakz the title on a silver platter!
Drakz kneels down for the cover,
1...
2...
Kickout by Josh!
Cameron Stone: I can't believe it! He's still alive!
Alecia Matthews: I think it's only delaying the inevitable, Cam. He's too badly hurt.
Drakz, half expecting the kickout, picks up the battered champion as he pulls himself up. He hoists Josh up to the shoulders. NEEDLE DAMAGE (SAMOAN DRIVER)!
Alecia Matthews: And there's a second Needle Damage! I don't care how tough Josh is, this is pretty much academic.
Drakz has the legs hooked as the crowd mercilessly boos.
1...
2...
3!
Cameron Stone: Dammit, Trace Demon and Drakz scored the heist of the century!
Christa Adina: Here is your winner, and NEW WFWF WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION, "THE GOD SLAYER" DRAKZ!
We cut back to Josh on the tron, staring down Drakz. His seething anger has turned into a satisfied grin, although there are still traces of annoyance on his face.
Josh Dean: Yeah, I guess you're real proud of yourself for that one, Isaac. But what you forgot, buddy, is that I don't forget. And I'll get to Lila Sleater's involvement another time. I mean, there are five more appearances scheduled on my existing WFWF contract.
The crowd loses their collective sh*t and Drakz's eyes widen.
Josh Dean: So I'll cut to the chase. You're going to give me what I want, and I don't care if it's you or Lila Sleater who convinces the other. And until I get what I want, in writing, you're not safe at any building we're both in. I've made it my personal mission to give you and Lila so many grey hairs that you'll both be begging for me to put an end to this parody you're calling a career.
Josh smiles and looks down, patting the World Title. As he lifts his head, the smile disappears.
Josh Dean: You're playing by my rules now, b*tch.
Josh waves at Drakz as the tron feed cuts off. Drakz is beside himself. He picks the mic up from the ramp. He thinks about saying something, but instead throws it at the set!
Alecia Matthews: And that'll probably be a fine for destroying company property. Drakz is livid, and Josh Dean has left the building! We'll be right back!
We return to commercial and join the announce desk.
Alecia Matthews: Well, it's safe to say that was not the start we were expecting here tonight.
Maxwell Dachs: Exciting, but it throws the timing off. I don't even think we'll have time for my MLS predictions now.
Alecia Matthews: Yeah, nobody cares. There's still a whole lot of fallout from Survival of the Fittest to take in tonight. Two big winners, Destroyer and Johnny Mason, will face off tonight. And what does the future hold for those that were not victorious at Survival of the Fittest?
Maxwell Dachs: Being the broadcast journalist that I am, I have some breaking news on that front. Sources tell me Thunder will address his future on our next show.
Alecia Matthews: That is big news!
Maxwell Dachs: But that's not all. You heard it here first: something big is going to happen tonight.
Alecia Matthews: Like what?
Maxwell Dachs: Something earth-shattering.
Alecia Matthews: You're quitting?
Maxwell Dachs: Not on your life.
Alecia Matthews: Just my luck. Let's head to the ring for our opening match.
Christa Adina: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for ONE FALL! Coming to the ring first...
"Powerful (BOXINBOX & Lionsize Remix)" by Major Lazer feat. Ellie Goulding & Tarrus Riley plays and 'The Eccentrix' Trey Carter slowly walks out to the entrance and soaks in the atmosphere. He bends his torso down and readies himself as he waits for his music cue.
Christa Adina: Hailing from Hollywood, CA…...standing at 6’4” and weighing in at 234 pounds……..”The Eccentrix” Treeeeeeeeeeeeey Carrrrrter!!!!!
The lyrics start and Eccentrix starts his over-the-top theatrics. 'There's an energy' (Eccentrix throws his right arm up and fireworks shoot out in the same direction) 'When you hold me' (Eccentrix throws his left arm up and fireworks shoot out in the same direction) ‘When you touch me', 'It's so powerful', (Eccentrix flexes both his arms) 'I can feel it' (Eccentrix hangs his head back so that he's looking at the rafters and moves both his arms out; fireworks shoot out both sides)
Maxwell Dachs: This is the longest entrance ever...
'When you hold me' (Eccentrix stays in the same position as the fireworks repeat with every beat) 'When you touch me', 'It's so powerful' (gold fireworks shower the stage as Eccentrix continues to hold his position). The beat plays and Eccentrix smiles arrogantly as his manager Amy Lessly approaches his side and they walk down the ramp. She looks annoyed and bothered that she even has to be walking him to the ring. Amy Lessly holds the rope open for Eccentrix and he holds his jacket up as he bends under the third rope to get in. Eccentrix stands in the middle of the ring and throws his arms back so that Amy Lessly can take the jacket off of him. Trey hands her his shades and smiles to himself as he awaits his opponent.
Alecia Matthews: I don’t know how those theatrics are going to help him against the 2019 Rookie of the year Fa...
The arena fills with smoke and ominous chants.
Alecia Matthews: Right on cue...
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, making comments to fans that try and trash talk The Father, who doesn't pay attention to the comments, having his eyes closed and holding his bible close to him, as he rolls into the ring.
Christa Adina: Currently in the ring, from Parts Unknown, weighing in at one hundred and ninety-three pounds, he is "The Father"...Luke Marshall!
As she makes the introduction, he slowly raises the bible over his head, as his introduction is finished, he lowers it and hands the bible to The Judge before then taking off his jacket and under shirt, revealing his body, which is covered in homemade tattoos of things like a crown on his chest, crosses on his upper arms, a portrait of a woman on his left forearm, the word "Faith" is underneath the portrait, his body and back are covered in self inflicted scars of the words "Sinner", "Sloth", "Greed", "Lust" and "Gluttony".
The referee calls for the bell and the two slowly walk towards the center of the ring, never breaking the intense stare. Eccentrix hears a fan yell “you suck” towards him and is immediately enraged. He swings at Father, but Father immediately blocks the blow and throws one of his own. The punch connects and sends Eccentrix backpedaling a bit. Father connects a two more shots to the face before Eccentrix slyly rolls out of the ring to a negative response from the crowd.
Fans (chanting): You suck! You suck!
Eccentrix goes off on the audience and completely misses Father roll out of the ring to meet him. Eccentrix turns around to be met with a Clothesline From Hell that turns him inside out. He lands hard on his stomach.
Alecia Matthews: What impact!!!
Maxwell Dachs: That’ll teach him for not paying attention! Did he forget he was in a match?!
The crowd boos Father, but he ignores the noise and stays very focused on the task at hand. The Judge watches the action closely. Amy Lessly is seen sitting on a chair by the announcer’s table...texting.
Alecia Matthews: The crowd...and Amy Lessly, is really not with either of these two…
Maxwell Dachs: Nope! I think these fans are happy enough cussing them out and watching them kill each other!
Father drags Eccentrix back to his feet and hits him with a hard right. Eccentrix absorbs the hit and goes for a punch of his own, but is blocked and hit with another hard right by Father.
Referee: 1...2...3...4...come on guys! Back in the ring!
The ref’s loud counting doesn’t deter Father at all as he wraps his arms around Eccentrix and positions himself in front of the steel steps. He performs an Overhead Belly To Back Suplex and launches Eccentrix into the steps, which disconnect with the impact.
Maxwell Dachs: Wooo!!! Ha ha!! That was great!!
Referee: Come on Luke! Get him back in the ring! ...5….6...
Father slides into the ring and then back out of the ring to break the ref’s count. Father grabs Eccentrix’s shirt to pull him back up to his feet. Eccentrix can barely stand but punches Father in the stomach. Father is able to withstand the shot and continues to drag Eccentrix over to the separated steel steps. He stands in front of the steps and sets up for a Vertical Suplex.
Alecia Matthews: Oh no! This is how you end careers!
He starts to lift him in the air but Eccentrix is able to wiggle his legs enough to avoid being lifted. He hits Father with a few shots to the side before breaking up the hold and shoving Father hard. Father goes back a little bit and starts back for Eccentrix but is met with a quick Superkick. Father hits the floor and Eccentrix leans against the ring to catch his breath.
Alecia Matthews: That came out of nowhere! Just what he needed to get back into the match!
Eccentrix spots Father coming back to his feet; so he quickly climbs up the ring and goes onto the top turnbuckle. The Judge stares up at Eccentrix from ringside, while Amy Lessly continues to text. Eccentrix has a chance to jump right off but takes precious time out to do a dramatic pose on the top. He notices his valet is not paying attention and once again loses focus.
Eccentrix: Lessly! Are you watching this?! I’m doing a freakin “spot” here! Take a picture or something!
Realizing she’s not paying attention, Eccentrix flips off a few fans for not appreciating his “greatness”, and leaps off for a splash. Father moves to the side, which causes Eccentrix to crash onto the guard rail and fall back holding his chest. Amy Lessly, from her chair, points her phone towards the general area of the crash site and snaps a picture before continuing to text.
Alecia Matthews: High risk…
Maxwell Dachs: Absolutely no reward! What the hell was that?! What an idiot!
Both wrestlers slide into the ring to beat the count. Father beats him back to his feet and attempts a clothesline. Eccentrix ducks the clothesline and jumps onto the second rope. Eccententrix leaps off the rope to attempt a Double Axe Handle but is met with a Big Boot in mid-air. Almost involuntarily, Eccentrix gets to his feet only to stand in a daze. Father gets behind him and hits an Omega Driver.
Alecia Matthews: That gotta be it right there!
Father gives a sadistic smile before he goes for the cover.
Referee: 1………..2...
Eccentrix puts his foot on the ropes at two. Father stands up in disbelief and repeatedly stomps Eccentrix’s body. Father lifts Eccentrix to his feet, only to be met with a kick to the groin that is out of the referee’s line of sight.
Maxwell Dachs: That’s the smartest move he’s made all match!
Father is doubled over while Eccentrix takes advantage of the situation with a powerbomb, immediately transitioned into a Sharpshooter.
Alecia Matthews: He certainly swung the momentum! But I’m sure Luke Marshall has plenty more left in the tank!
Eccentrix sits into the Sharpshooter as much as possible, but Father is able to use his upper body strength to lift himself off the mat and use his leg strength to force Eccentrix off of him. Father is able to get to his feet as Eccentrix bounces off the rope to attempt a clothesline. Father hits a European Uppercut that stops Trey in his tracks. He staggers in place dazed before Father floors him with a Belly To Belly Overhead Suplex. Immediately, Eccentrix dramatically gets back on his feet but can’t shake the cobwebs. He throws wild punches into the air before blacking out and fainting back onto the mat.
Maxwell Dachs: That was just sad.
Father jumps on him for the pin.
Referee: 1………..2………..
Eccentrix instinctively kicks out. Father has had enough and lifts Eccentrix to his feet. He gets behind him and carries Eccentrix onto his shoulders to set up for the “True Gift”. Father once again has a sadistic smile as he attempts to put his opponent away.
Alecia Matthews: This could be it right here!
Eccentrix seems to come back to life as he pouches the head of Father continuously. Everytime Father looks to complete his maneuver, Eccentrix punches his head. When Father staggers a bit, Eccentrix rolls forward and catches Father’s neck to complete a Stunner. Both men hit the mat and are out of it.
Alecia Matthews: What a reversal! And yet another desperation move by the newcomer!
Referee: 1…….2…….3……...4……….5………..6…….
The men show signs of life. Eccentrix grabs the ropes to help stand himself up. He spots Father in the middle of the ring, slowly lifting himself up. Eccentrix does one of his signature dramatic arms out poses before hitting a Super Kick that connects with the side of Father’s head. Eccentrix pounces on Father for the cover.
Referee: 1……...2……………
Father gets his shoulder up right before the 3 count. Eccentrix is beyond pissed. He goes right after the referee and shoves him into the corner.
Eccentrix: You striped moron! That was a 3!
Referee: Touch me one more time and you’re disqualified!
Eccentrix: What about what I want?
Referee: Huh?
Eccentrix: What about what I want?!!!
From out of nowhere, Father takes out both the other men with a Running Splash. The referee hits the mat, but Eccentrix is out on his feet. Once again, Father gets Eccentrix up for the “True Gift” and this time hits it right in the middle of the ring. He instinctively pins him, but the ref is still out.
Alecia Matthews: This match should be over!
Crowd: 1………...2………….3!
Father is annoyed as he breaks the pin and walks over to the ref. He bats him with his feet a couple times to see if he is coming to. The ref starts to get back to his knees. Amy Lessly casually stands up from her chair, still peering at her phone. She folds the chair and slides it into the ring, where Eccentrix immediately picks it up. Father turns around, only to be blasted by the chair. Eccentrix slides the chair back to Amy Lessly, who unfolds it and sits back down next to the announcer’s table. Eccentrix hooks in a Sharpshooter before the ref is back in action.
Maxwell Dachs: Just pin him! Why is he doing a Sharpshooter?!
Alecia Matthews: He’s not exactly the greatest tactician in the business, is he?
Eccentrix rears back, trying to put everything into the submission. Father pounds the mat in pain, but refuses to tap out. He tries to reach the ropes but Eccentrix just tightens the hold. After a few more seconds, Father once again puts everything into pushing Eccentrix off. With Eccentrix not being the best submissionist, he is once again able to break free. Eccentrix screams in anger and pounds repeatedly on the top turnbuckle. With a fire in his eyes, he waits until Father is on his knees to pounce on him and deliver a series of blows to his head. He continues to punch him even as Father gets to his feet, before he floors him with a running back elbow.
Maxwell Dachs: I think he’s finally snapped!
Eccentrix, in a blind rage, picks Father up and sets him up against the corner. He throws furious shots at his body and head before sitting Father on the top rope. Eccentrix quickly makes his way to the other corner while cussing and mouthing off. He races towards Father and leaps in the air for a Cross Body, but is caught by Father. Father has enough reserve energy to turn Eccentrix upside down and do a Leaping Tombstone Piledriver off the second rope. Both men, once again, lay flat on the mat.
Maxwell Dachs: HOLY S***!!! I mean, that was INSANE! He caught him in mid-air and hit a Tombstone!!
The ref watches on as both wrestlers struggle to their feet. Eccentrix is able to get up slightly before Father and starts towards him. Father is not very far behind though as he stands tall to meet with Eccentrix at the center of the ring. Eccentrix attempts to throw a punch, but is so gassed out from the Tombstone that his punch misses wide. Eccentrix realizes he’s done for and flips off Father. Father gives a knowing smile and lifts him up and hits “God’s Dying Breath”.
Alecia Matthews: And that should be the final nail in the coffin…
Father covers Eccentrix. The referee immediately is on the count.
Referee: 1………...2………….3!!!!
Christa Adina: And your winner…….. “The Father” Luke Marshall!!!
Father is on his knees in the middle of the ring with a sadistic smile on his face. He spots Judge on the outside and rolls out. Judge gives him his bible and the two head towards the back. We head to commercial break.
