WFWF Sonic Boom - Results (August 30th, 2020)

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WFWF Sonic Boom - Results (August 30th, 2020) Aug 30, 2020 3:05:51 GMT -5

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The sun shines down on the Molineux Stadium on a bright Sunday morning in England. The green turf was just watered as its dampness glistens under the sunlight. The stadium was sold out just a few days ago when the home of Wolverhampton Wanderers Football Club brought the victory home. The fading screams of the crowd can be heard to only the most observant set of ears as cars and the day life of Wolverhampton thrives.

The rusted statue of Billy Wright in all its glory serves the gatekeeper to the legendary stadium as the camera pans towards the living city.

Screams can be heard again, emerging from the stadium. Loud piercing screams that cut through the noise of daytime.

The camera zooms past Wright and into the stadium doors to reveal another sold out spectacle taking place inside!

Only this time, it's not Wolverhampton Wanderers taking on West Bromwich Albion, their biggest and most competitive rivals.

Instead, there's a wrestling ring in the center of the green turf.

The ropes are a bright purple with a metallic ramp on the outside which adjacently leads to the stage.

A giant head of a wolf poking through a ring of fire; inside its mouth is the giant plasma screen that captures all the action! Long tall metal beams keep the structure afloat with speakers stacked like a club sandwich.

Then suddenly –

The show theme and vignette plays.

The fireworks go off like gunshots, crackling and popping into the sky. The louder the fireworks, the more the sold-out crowd grows frenzied!

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! goes the pyro!

Which is fitting because tonight, it's –

The roars of the crowd are only amplified in the outdoor arena!

Alecia Matthews: Welcome everyone to Sonic Boom! As always, I’m Alecia Matthews and–

Maxwell Dachs: And I’m Brass Tacks Dachs!

Alecia Matthews: We’re back and live from England once again, this time in the beautiful and legendary stadium – Wolverhampton Stadium!

Maxwell Dachs: This place ain’t nothing like the Hamptons though….

Alecia Matthews: This is a football arena, not a getaway resort. There’s history here dating back to the 1700s!

Maxwell Dachs: Yeah? Well, The Hamptons has beer on tap. Cheaper too!

Alecia Matthews: Regardless, we have quite the show for everyone here tonight as we continue going down the road….The Road to SuperBrawl 11!

Maxwell Dachs: Ugh.

Alecia Matthews: Our trek into the UK will conclude at The Biggest Show of the Year in the most famous arena in the UK…..Wembley Stadium!

Maxwell Dachs: Wow. Then we go back to eating regular food again?!

Alecia Matthews: Ugh.

The crowd continues to roar, which is fitting because -

“Roar” by Katie Perry starts playing on the arena PA getting a huge pop from the crowd in attendance.

Alecia Matthews: Wait? Is that….!?

Maxwell Dachs: What’s she doing here? She doesn’t work here!

Alecia Matthews: It is! It’s Nikki Dean!

Nikki isn’t doing much in the way of pandering to the crowd, clearly here for a reason, but she can’t help but crack a smile at the adoration she’s receiving on her return to a WFWF stage.

Maxwell Dachs: What’s in the bag, Nikki?

What indeed? Mrs. Dean walks down the ramp way, carrying a duffel bag in one hand, and she can’t help but reach out to some of the outstretched arms of the crowd on her way to the ring.

Alecia Matthews: A hero's welcome for the former two time National Champion. This is a really lovely sight.

Maxwell Dachs: She better have more heroic intentions than her husband has displayed recently.

Nikki is in the ring now and the time keeper passes her a mic as the crowd tries to stop cheering long enough to let her speak. They calm down as she lifts the mic, but then a chant breaks out that builds to a crescendo:

WELCOME BACK!

WELCOME BACK!

WELCOME BACK!

Nikki has to take a second to compose herself, clearly overcome by the moment. The chants wear down and she lifts the mic a second time.

Nikki Dean: From the bottom of my heart, thank you.

Cheers again.

Nikki Dean: It’s a real privilege to be back out here in front of you, but I have to admit, I’m not back to perform. I’m not even back for my own sake. No, tonight I’m here in this ring for the sake of my husband. For the sake of my marriage. I’m here, under my own agency I might add, to broker some kind of peace.

The crowd is a little confused.

Nikki Dean: Okay, who am I kidding? I know there’s no chance of peace, but I’m hoping my being here tonight, and what I intend on doing, will at least serve to bring the temperature down a notch or five. Because, honestly? It’s been a real gift having Josh at home these last three years. Of course he’s always busy with work, but at least he comes home at the end of every day. He’s not out on the road all year and, more importantly, I don’t have to worry that he’s not going to arrive home in one piece. Now I know as well as anyone that this game isn’t ballet. People in this industry get injured at the drop of a hat. Careers ended in an instant, like mine for example. But what most people don’t see is what happens once the cameras stop rolling. Let’s say Josh suffered a career ending injury, heaven forbid, something so debilitating that he could never wrestle again, heck, maybe never walk again. Never play with his kids again? Never feed himself again? It’s a horrific thing to see, but once he’s been off your TV screen for 6 months, a year, 5 years, 10 years? You'd forget about it. But me or any family member of a professional wrestler? We have to live with that forever. There is no forgetting it when it’s right there with you every day. So for Josh to have been forced to step away, without anything so serious it effected his life permanently, was almost a blessing for the Dean household.

Maxwell Dachs: She’s happy Josh got hurt?

Alecia Matthews: Stop twisting her words.

Nikki Dean: But I know my husband, and Josh couldn’t let it go. He couldn’t let go of the one person that stole his moment. Or at least, that’s how he sees it….. and I do too. Though we both know this other man tells a different story. So now, he’s back and it’s as if a switch has been flicked, and he’s as deep into things again as he ever was, if not deeper. You’ve seen it for yourselves. This isn’t the savior you used to know and love is it? He’s colder. Less noble. And believe me that doesn’t end when he leaves the arena. There’s been a change in Josh at home, and I’m tired of feeling like I’m a 3rd wheel. I feel like I’m losing the love of my life to another woman. Only in this instance, there is no love affair. There is no secretary that he’s fooling around with. No, there’s just an obsession with another man. Not a lover, but an enemy.

Maxwell Dachs: She had me awful confused there for a minute, Alecia.

Alecia Matthews: Get a grip.

Nikki Dean: Isaac. If you’re back there tonight, then I’d like you to come on out here, so that we can de-escalate things a little please.

She waits. To no avail.

Maxwell Dachs: It seems the champ isn’t interested in what she’s offering.

Alecia Matthews: Is he even here tonight? The guy seems to show up when he feels like it these days.

Nikki Dean: Okay. I thought that might be your answer, which is why I brought these with me.

She takes a knee and unzips the duffel bag that’s been sat next to her through her speech. The crowd watches in near silence to see what she’s got, until she pulls out both the WFWF International and World Heavyweight Championship belts from the bag and lays them out on the canvas. The crowd pops hard for this, as they know that bait like that is sure to attract a predator.

Nikki Dean: I’m guessing my bringing these here without Josh’s knowing isn’t gonna put me in his good books, and I’m guessing by now he’s realized they’re gone and won’t be far behind me. So Isaac, if you want these back, then you’d bett…….

Drakz: Okay, you’ve got my attention.

The crowd turns to see Drakz walking out onto the stage. His verbal announcement in place of the entrance music and pageantry he’s apparently shunned since last Superbrawl. They boo the ever living sh*t out of him as he walks down to the ring, calm and collected, with just a hint of holding back a grin. When you consider the fact that this is Drakz’s home country, that really says a lot about how much of a d*ck wipe he really is. He’s talking again as he climbs the ring steps:

Drakz: So what is it Nik? You’ve spirited these away from your husband’s otherwise empty trophy cabinet, in the hopes that I won’t beat him so mercilessly that…….how did you put it? That he won’t be able to feed himself any more?

He steps through the ropes and immediately approaches Nikki, stepping over the spread eagle title belts, getting a little too close to her for comfort. She stands her ground though.

Drakz: Did your marriage counselor put you up to this?

Some laughs from the crowd but they’re drowned out by a sea of boos.

Nikki Dean: This is about more than physicality Isaac, and you know it.

Drakz: I do? I’m not sure I follow……Nicola. Please, enlighten me.

Alecia Matthews: I don’t like the atmosphere in that ring right now. He better not lay a hand on her.

Nikki Dean: Well, for one, I’m sure we can all agree that perhaps for the first time ever, Josh is inside YOUR head.

Drakz takes a step even closer to Nikki, now leering over her, practically breathing into her face. She opts to step around him this time, deeming her personal space more important than keeping up appearances.

Nikki Dean: But that hasn’t come without a price on my end. Like I already said, Josh is obsessing over this, day and night. It’s not a pretty sight, and it’s sure as hell not a dynamic I want around my children.

Drakz: So you’re telling me, it’s somehow my fault that your husband’s being a f*cking douche bag?

Nikki Dean: You’ve certainly paraphrased me a little there, but yes it’s 100% your fault.

Drakz: What?! He’s the one who’s stolen MY championships! He’s the one who attacked me!

Nikki Dean: Are those battles finally catching up to you? I think you may be suffering from a loss of memory there Isaac, because Josh spelled it out to you a couple of weeks back. Whether you want to admit it or not, you and Trace Demon screwed Josh 4 years ago and stole the World Heavyweight Title from him. And as if that wasn’t enough, you put him through hell during that year long Tag Team Title reign. You made it your personal mission to try and break his spirit back then, and this is just those chickens coming home to roost. This is entirely your own making!

The crowd roars as a fire flares in Nikki Dean’s eyes. She takes a moment, letting that flame simmer down again though.

Nikki Dean: Isaac, I’m not here as Josh’s cheerleader, and I’m not here to try and change who you are. I retired from all this. I don’t do this any more, and if this really is the last time Josh is going to be doing this himself, then I’d like to make sure he crosses that finish line with his dignity, morality and sense of self still intact. If I only have to anxiously watch him leave home these last few times, then I’m going to do everything in power to make sure he’s still the man I love when he makes it home again. You, and only you, have the ability to change him…..Drakz. And you know what it is he wants. He’s already changing, and if he carries on in that vein then it’s not going to end well for either of you……or me. I don’t know what exactly he’s got planned for you, I haven’t asked because I don’t want to know, but I do know it isn’t good.

Drakz seemed to enjoy that. He’s smiling at Nikki.

Alecia Matthews: I don’t like this. Drakz is looking…..

Maxwell Dachs: Pleased?

Alecia Matthews: Exactly.

Drakz steps over both title belts again, backing Nikki towards the corner of the ring.

Drakz: So what you’re saying is, if I take these title belts as a ‘peace offering’, you’re hoping things will come off the boil, and me and Josh will just have a good, clean, catch as catch can wrestling contest? Come on, you're not that naive. You said it yourself Nicola, Josh’s already changing. He’s not going to accept that outcome. And me? F*ck it, neither am I. So I’ll take my titles back, and thank you for them. That was the right thing to do. I commend you for that, but you’re also correct, I’m in agreement with you. This IS the first time Josh has got one over on me, and it’s made me furious. I was as good as done with caring about any of this…..

He waves his hand, gesturing around the arena.

Drakz: ……until I was suddenly served up a plate of unfinished business. Which means now…….now I need to reset the balance, and put myself back in the driver’s seat, and I've been wondering how best to do that…….until you showed up.

His smile widens, as do Nikki’s eyes, as she starts to realize the danger she’s in. Drakz, quick as a cat, grabs Nikki by the wrist and applies enough pressure to force her to wince and yield.

Drakz: Such a shame you arrived here before your husband. I guess I’ll just have to hope he watches this footage back.

Drakz turns to the lens of the hard cam and addresses Josh directly.

Drakz: I asked politely Josh, but you wanted to play games. Well now it's my move.

The crowd suddenly erupts, but Drakz is dumb enough to think it’s to do with him, and pays them no mind, completely oblivious to the fact that Josh Dean has jumped the barricade, slid into the ring and is approaching him fast!

WHAM!

Josh punts Drakz between the legs from behind, causing Drakz to immediately let go of Nikki’s arm. He lurches forward, chest first onto the ropes, his face contorted in pain, before Josh pulls him back around, scoops him up and….

Alecia Matthews: NAIL IN THE COFFIN!

Maxwell Dachs: On the Heavyweight Title!

The Falcon Arrow drills Drakz's head down onto the solid faceplate of the prestigious title, and he is done. Out like a light.

Drakz is barely moving as Josh takes the WFWF World Heavyweight Championship and slings it over his shoulder. Nikki shakes her head in disgust as she exits the ring. She heads up the ramp without waiting for Josh. He stares down at a fallen Drakz, admiring his handiwork. The crowd is a mix of cheers and boos, but the noise is thunderous.

Alecia Matthews: Well Nikki Dean is not sticking around. And I agree with her earlier comments, this has certainly gone on long enough.

Maxwell Dachs: I just can't believe Josh Dean had the gall to attack Drakz from behind. That's our champion!

Alecia Matthews: This is certainly uncharacteristic of Josh Dean, who we know as perhaps the most respectful man in this industry.

Maxwell Dachs: Things change, Matty.

Josh stoically backs up to the ropes, not taking his eyes off the still prone Drakz. He exits the ring and walks around to the timekeeper's area. After grabbing a folding chair and a microphone, Josh walks around ringside and heads toward the ramp.

Alecia Matthews: I don't know what Josh Dean has planned, or even what Kris Kash could do to stop him.

Maxwell Dachs: Drakz may be seriously hurt, Alecia. He hasn't moved since Josh spiked him on that title belt.

At the interchange of the stage and ramp, Josh sits the chair with the back facing the ring. Rikering (watch Star Trek) the chair, he has a seat. He drapes the WFWF Championship over the chair back and takes the microphone out of his hoodie pocket. The crowd draws silent as Josh leans forward over the chair back and begins to speak.

Josh Dean: Isaac Cray, as you try to see if your appendages still work, I want you to do something you've never done in your life and listen. What I'm about to tell you is strictly a courtesy, so you'll have plenty of time to process why this is happening to you. See this is a prime example of why after an obvious physical decline, you're still sitting on top of the WFWF. Yet here you are still trying to intimidate her, a retired wrestler. Understand that it's literally life threatening for Nikki to be out here anymore, and you put her in grave danger when all she wanted was to talk. I guess I shouldn't be surprised really, because I already knew this is how you'd conduct business. Now you're finding out that lying in the bed you made all those years ago isn't very comfy. What bed you ask?

Josh takes a moment to tie his hair back in a ponytail.

Josh Dean: The bed that only had room for the people you and Michael Kyzer endorsed.

The crowd pops in 'ohs' as Josh pantomimes an explosion.

Josh Dean: Ladies and gentlemen, the world's worst kept secret. Michael Kyzer and Isaac Cray are still best of friends to this day, and they've used it to shape WFWF as we know it. Their big 'fight' at the last SuperBrawl was one last sh*t show before Kyzer went off to his mansion in the suburbs to do whatever Kyzer does. And here's the kicker, you people paid for that mansion. Nice to see you've spent your money wisely too, Isaac.

Josh winks at the camera before turning his gaze back to the ring. He stares down Drakz, who at this point is starting to stir. The crowd continues to buzz as the cheers and boos become louder.

Josh Dean: Those people you two endorsed were allowed to have a modicum of success, just as long as it didn't eclipse yours. Don't believe me, ask David Brennan. That is, if you can get past the drunken stupor that produces those oh so lovely profanity-laced tirades. Meanwhile, everyone else either had their name sullied or they were literally crippled if they didn't fit your idea of what WFWF wrestling should look like. And I'm not talking about the watered down 2012 New Epoch or the 'great Epoch lovers' quarrel' of 2018, I'm talking about all the way back to 2006. For those who may be new to the program that was, for some unfathomable reason, when Kyzer and Cray managed to coerce someone into giving them a supervisory role within this company. God help you if you did some thinking for yourself against 'The Era of Excess' even when they weren't active competitors, because they'd turn against you and poof... gone one way or another, no matter how long it took.

Just like my mentor, Wayne McGurk.

The crowd cheers wildly at the mention of the McGurk patriarch.

Josh Dean: Just like Jason Jadoa.

A slightly louder pop for the man better known as Reverend Shadow.

Josh Dean: Just like Phillip Schneider.

Another loud pop for the Prophet of Ash.

Josh Dean: Just like Alex Sean. The fact that I can rattle off about ten more names without trying makes me sick!

A massive pop for the multiple time World Champion. Josh turns away from the camera directly in front of him, his angry scowl reaching a seething boiling point.

Josh Dean: All so you wouldn't have any opposition to call yourselves the best when you're not. You could've been, without any debate. But you're too lazy and taking the easy route ensured results without ever getting your hands dirty, except when it served you. That's how Trace Demon got to run this company for as long as he did, because he was willing to play ball. And that's why I don't take issue with Ante Whitner for putting me on the shelf because he still doesn't know any better. Fourteen years, the combination of you two jackoffs have been able to run amok, sniping everyone around you that posed a threat.

Until you met me.

The crowd pops, but Josh motions for them to calm down. Drakz, holding his neck, begins to sit up. Josh, still fuming, calmly turns his attention back to Drakz, pointing at him.

Josh Dean: Oh hey, I would sit my ass right there in that ring if I were you, Isaac. Because if you do think about coming up here, I'll put you down for good and that's not what I want. What I want actually coincides with some comments I made at Light Up the Sky. See, I mentioned there that I had exactly five more appearances on my existing WFWF contract. And that falls in line with...oh I don't know...SuperBrawl.

The crowd loses their sh*t! Josh runs his fingers along the WFWF Championship. Drakz has managed to clutch the International Championship, subtlety pulling it towards him.

Josh Dean: You're going to give me what I want, Isaac, because this company can't afford for you not to. And I don't say these things to you because I want to be the shining knight. I'm past that. I'm past being the savior for this company. Quite frankly, I'm the champion this company doesn't deserve. I'd like to believe that this company's improved since Trace Demon's dead, but I can't be so sure because we got a guy in here now with more money than he's got brains. No, this is because we started something we never got to finish.

Josh adjusts the WFWF Championship on the chair back.

Josh Dean: You've been ducking me for four years Isaac, and you're going to pay up on my terms. So when I get it in writing and I beat you at SuperBrawl, proving unquestionably I'm the best, not only will I retire you for good, but then WFWF will find themselves in a very damning position. Tonight just confirmed a decision I made a long time ago.

He pauses before looking into the crowd.

His voice cracks.

Josh Dean: It hurts me to say as of right now, I'm not going to re-sign.

The crowd is stunned. Josh's eyes tell the story. He isn't joking. Drakz himself is stunned by this news as he stays seated in the corner nearest to the announce table with the International Title resting on his lap.

Josh Dean: Why should I when this company has been using my likeness without my permission the past three years? Huh? Why should I when you people in the crowd are just gonna buy whatever you're sold anyway? Of all the individuals who can influence this company's operations, you don't do sh*t about it! You control the bottom line with your money, yet recklessly throw it away, then want to complain when you're left disappointed. Well, if it's a matter of buyer's remorse, then you'll definitely want to tune in to this edition of SuperBrawl because you'll get your money's worth.

That stunned silence turns into boos mixed with a few cheers.

Josh Dean: So I'm gonna make this idiot proof for everyone. Right now, short of divine intervention, I'm leaving. And when I do, I'm leaving with the WFWF World Heavyweight Championship.

Josh drops the mic on the stage and stands up from the chair. The crowd is largely silent. Josh picks up the WFWF Championship and raises it over his head as he turns and walks toward the back. Drakz is in the ring, his normally stoic gaze being outlined with disgust and anger. Josh has just got one over on him again.

Alecia Matthews: I...I really don't know what to say about this. What an explosive way to start off Sonic Boom!

A close up of Drakz's face fades us into our first commercial break.

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WFWF Sonic Boom - Results (August 30th, 2020) Aug 30, 2020 3:35:36 GMT -5

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Alecia Matthews: Well then...I don't know how to respond to what we just witnessed.

Maxwell Dachs: I know. Erectile Dysfunction is a serious condition!

Alecia Matthews: ......I was talking about the announcement of Josh Dean versus Drakz at SuperBrawl....

Maxwell Dachs: Oh. Well - I hope Frank Lynn was watching. You know, I heard a rumor that he has ED.

Alecia Matthews: ......

"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: Introducing first, from Hollywood, CA….. 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)

Alecia Matthews: Apparently, there was some controversy at Light Up the Sky where Eccentrix claims that he actually pinned Father but that the footage was lost….

Maxwell Dachs: I can believe that.

Alecia Matthews: …..really?

Maxwell Dachs: Like at SuperBrawl IX when I actually won The Golden Opportunity Match until the camera died so all the fans saw was me nearly getting killed.

Alecia Matthews: Uh huh.

Maxwell Dachs: Warren Goodwin! If you’re watching – my back still hurts!

‘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)

'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.

Trailing behind him are the Yes Men. Men of all shapes, sizes and colors trail the A-list couple.

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.

Smoke then emerges from behind the curtain and soon dissipates into the sky above….

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 Siren who skips circles around her brother with the foreboding Judge in the background, tailing his siblings. Siren starts 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 makes her introduction

Christa Adina: And his opponent, from Parts Unknown, weighing in at one hundred and ninety-three pounds, he is "The Father"...Luke Marshall!

Alecia Matthews: Father won the first match, but can he do it again here tonight?

Maxwell Dachs: Fasha managed to even up his WFWF record at the last show, so let’s see if he’s able to remain in the green for once.

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 whoever is joining him at ringside, 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".

DING! DING! DING!

Immediately, Carter shouts at the top of his lungs, no microphone needed.

Trey Carter: I BEAT YOU, LUKE! YOU KNOW I DID! TODAY, I SHALL HAVE MY…..REVENGE!

The Yes Men: TODAY, HE SHALL HAVE HIS REVENGE!

Carter showboats, directing his limbs into the sky as his followers all applaud the oh so Eccentric One before mimicking his every move.

Father and his family watch on, confused. Judge tilts his head to the side.

Carter and Father don’t waste any time locking up!

Alecia Matthews: They’re out swinging! Both Carter and Father came here to fight!

The referee tries to pull the two men apart but both combatants have something to prove.

That Father’s win wasn’t a fluke.

That Carter isn’t…..delusional.

Rake to the eye of Father by Carter and suddenly, he’s in control.

The Yes Men on the outside all mimic Carter’s moves and applaud after every act of agility from The Eccentric One.

Alecia Matthews: What in the world is going on outside??

Maxwell Dachs: It’s like they’re stunt doubles!

Of course, after every move Carter showboats, struts and dances all while reminding everyone in the Molineux Stadium – and those watching at home:

Trey Carter: I’M TREY CARTER!

The Yes Men: HE’S TREY CARTER!

Trey Carter: AND I’M!

The Yes Men: AND HE’S!

Trey Carter: A GREAT SHOWMAN!

The Yes Men: A GREAT SHOWMAN!

Alecia Matthews: What?

Maxwell Dachs: I love this guy!

Alecia Matthews: …..of course you do.

After Carter is finished creating what could very well end up as the trending gifs on Twitter, he continues assaulting Father. The Siren’s scream are the only other thing that can be heard without the use of a microphone. The Judge breathes heavily, standing behind his sister.

Carter irish-whips Father into the corner, going for a running clothesline but Father ducks!

Alecia Matthews: Spinning backfist from Father!

Carter goes down – and so do the Yes Men; all in a line. Lessley rolls her eyes and pulls out her phone.

He scurries away from Father as the screams from the Siren are heard off in the distance.

Father doesn’t let up though, he continues the onslaught, kicking Carter in the ribs!

Trey Carter: Lessley! Help me! Don’t just stand there!

Carter’s manager doesn’t even respond but she does respond to a retweet.

Father signals for God’s Dying Breath which causes his sister to scream.

Alecia Matthews: Father trying to end it quick and early!

Maxwell Dachs: That’s one to way to show that your victory wasn’t a fluke.

Father does a quick prayer before picking Carter up on his shoulders!

Alecia Matthews: CARTER REVERSES IT!! ROLL-UP!!!

Maxwell Dachs: Wait a minute! Carter has a handful of tights!

Indeed, he uses Father’s pants as leverage as his shoulders are pinned to the mat!

1!

2!

3!

DING! DING! DING!

Maxwell Dachs: And end early it did!

Alecia Matthews: That was quick!

Christa Adina: Here is your winner...."The Eccentrix" Trey Carter!!

Carter immediately flees the ring as he is hounded by The Yes Men. The ringing of the bell brings Lessley back into the reality of the situation: "The Eccentrix" Trey Carter won his first WFWF match.

Trey Carter: I WON! WAIT. OF COURSE I DID!!

The Yes Men: HE WON! WAIT. OF COURSE HE DID!!

The Yes Men then scoop Carter off his feet and hoist him into the air, celebrating on the wet turf while Father and his family look on. The Siren's screams can be heard through the commotion from Carter and his entourage.

Even Lessley joins in, hoping in the line on her heels.

Until -

Alecia Matthews: WHOA! WHAT!?

A woman with maroon hair jumps the barricade and attacks Lessley! Carter and The Yes Men react in shock and do what any sensible person would do:

Stand there and watch.

Alecia Matthews: Who is she?!

Maxwell Dachs: I dunno but she is throwing hammers! Till Lindemann would be jealous.

Security immediately rushes to drag the woman off Lessley before she gets thrown against the steel barricade. Once she's separated, she moves the maroon hair from her face and the crowd immediately boos!

Maxwell Dachs: Wait! I know who she is!

Alecia Matthews: Oh?

Maxwell Dachs: That's Zoë Barker - excuse The Zoë Barker!

Alecia Matthews: Huh?

Maxwell Dachs: Are you not sociable? Do you not go to the movies? She's the star of the blockbuster, Furiously Fast 13!

The polarizing Barker smiles at the damage she has done while Carter and his entourage stand in shock with their mouths agape

She then looks at Carter - and blows him a kiss.

Carter pretends to catch it as she's escorted out of the arena as he mouths words to himself.

Alecia Matthews: Well if she's an actor, why is she here and why did she attack Carter's manager?

Maxwell Dachs: That's what Barker does: cause a scene.

Officials check on Lessley as Carter fans himself before stepping over her body and heading to the back, seemingly following the maroon haired woman.

The wincing expression of pain on Lessley's face is the last thing seen before the next commercial break.

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Back from commercial, the camera immediately moves backstage and we see Kay Fabe approaching a visibly indignant champion.

Kay Fabe: Drakz, a word please?

He realizes just before she speaks that he’s about to have a camera thrust in his face, and looks for an out, but realizes, short of turning back the way he came, he’s trapped in the corridor.

Drakz: It’s going to be more than one isn’t it?

Kay, consummate professional that she is, sashays past the comment.

Kay F: Now that you’ve got your International Championship back, what are your plans?

Drakz, dead eyes her.

Kay Fabe: There’s been rumors that people think you need to start defending both belts.

His eyes widen.

Drakz: There’s been rumors?

Kay Fabe: People seem to think, particularly now you have both the International and WFWF World Heavyweight Championships, that you need to compete, and defend them more regularly.

The mic is pointed back at him.

Drakz: Who are these people? Who the f*ck is saying this?

Kay Fabe: I………erm…..

Drakz steps toward her.

Drakz: You think that just because I beat this belt….

He raises the International Championship up toward her face.

Drakz: …..out of Frank Lynn’s hands that I now suddenly have to wrestle a schedule for 2?

Kay Fabe: It’s not me….it’s just……

Drakz: I’m using you as a vessel to talk to……..them. You know what, you’re just diluting the message, gimme that.

He snatches the mic from Kay and turns to the camera lens.

Drakz: Jobbers! Mid-carders! Lend me your ears!

Yes. He’s really doing this. Kay Fabe has seemingly left before having to deal with more of Drakz’s bull sh*t.

Drakz: If you want to come at Caesar, then attack him from the front you f*cking jackals! Don’t wine and complain behind his back! You’re upset that I’ve got this huh?

He waves the belt at the camera.

Drakz: Well guess what? So am I! You think this is the title I want to be carrying around? Joshua’s got my ACTUAL damn title. I’m just left with this, and this alone. I’m a double champion, not the International Champion. If you think my focus is too squarely on Mr Dean, and my other belt, and that there’s no chance of anyone getting a look in at a shot at International gold until after Superbrawl, then f*cking come at me! Don’t cry about it. Come and take it! Do you know what? Camera person, come with me, we’re taking a walk. I’m all fired up after that sh*t Josh pulled earlier. And now this?!

He turns away from the camera and starts down the corridor, every now and then looking back over his shoulder to talk.

Drakz: If they won’t come to me, how about we go to them?

He approaches an open locker room door and looks inside. It seems to be where the local talent gets changed together, brought in just for some dark matches prior to the show starting proper.

Drakz: Any of this sorry lot?

A couple of them look up, a couple know better than to engage with the likes of Drakz.

Drakz: Not a f*cking contender among them. Not a contract among them either by the looks of things. Look, this flabby lardon doesn’t even have a proper set of trunks. This lot aren’t talking sh*t about me and my belt, and even if they are no one cares. Let’s bounce.

The International whirlwind continues onward, the camera playing catch up, trying to keep pace with him.

Drakz: What we need, as a bare minimum, is someone who actually works here on at least a semi-permanent basis.

He suddenly stops at a door with a print out taped to it. Seemingly a private dressing room, of someone higher up the card. The camera rejoins Drakz and takes a look just as Drakz raps on the door.

“EBR”

Drakz: Here’s a promising, young upstart. Let’s see if he’s been pining after his first taste of secondary gold.

No answer.

Drakz: I’m sure he’s just nervous. Let’s do him a favor and let ourselves in.

Drakz barges into the room…..

Drakz: So, what’s this I hear…..

It’s empty.

Drakz: Jesus f*cking……Okay, let’s keep going. We need answers. I need answers.

And he’s off again. Marching down the corridor, visibly more irate than before as he feels things aren’t going to plan. A recurring theme at the moment for our double champ. We get a brief display of him letting off a little steam as he thrust kicks a member of the ring crew out of the way, sending him barreling into one of those unexplainable stacks of pipes that always seem to be backstage during any wrestling show.

We’re now at catering and Drakz has his eyes set on an unsuspecting, mid-meal Billy Broom. There’s blood in the water.

Drakz: Billy you stupid mother f*cking janitor!

He doesn’t even have time to work out who’s calling his name, or from where, before Drakz is up in his face, performing his own interview.

Drakz: Is it true that you, as a permanent mid-card hack and a member of the anti-Drakz gaggle, have been talking sh*t about our International Champion and the frequency of his title defenses?!

He jabs the microphone toward Billy’s face, who leans away from it.

Billy Broom: You better back up.

Drakz: So you deny it?

Billy Broom: Deny what exactly? You think I’ve been talking about you?

Drakz: I think you are one of the people talking about me, yes.

Billy, his military background having seen him through more extreme changes of pace than this, remains calm.

Billy Broom: And who told you that?

Drakz: Irrelevant. How do you feel about my holding the International Championship?

Mic pointed back at Billy.

Billy Broom: You really think I give a -

The mic’s pulled away again.

Drakz: And why should I have to prove to anyone that I’m a fighting champion? Have you even read my f*cking resumé?

Mic back at Billy.

Billy Broom: We both know you’ve got nothing to prove, but now that you mention it, how is this whole double title thing being handled? Are you defending them separately or what?

Drakz: If I want, yes.

Billy Broom: Well? Do you want?

Drakz: Do I want what?

Billy Broom: To defend them.

It’s like Billy’s talking to a child.

Drakz: You don’t think I do?

Billy Broom: I wouldn’t know. In my mind though you should be defending that belt right there pretty soon though.

He points at the International Championship in Drakz’s left hand.

Billy Broom: Or are you going to put it on ice until after you’ve resolved your little……..lost and found situation?

A little smile from Billy.

Drakz: Are you mocking me old man?

Billy Broom: I wouldn’t dream of it.

Still smiling. He would dream of it, and then some.

Drakz: You can’t even tie my damn laces you f*cking creosote egg.

Drakz pushes the International Championship right into Billy’s face, the plate literally making contact with his cheek.

Drakz: And you want a piece of this?

Billy Broom: Back off. Don't make me say it again.

Billy pushes Drakz’s arm off to the side, and the atmosphere is starting to dial up here.

Billy Broom: I don’t know where you’ve got this idea from that I’ve been whispering about you and your titles, but if you want to get physical son, I’ll happily nominate myself to take that International Championship off your hands.

Drakz: You don’t just nominate yourself d*ck head. That’s not how this works. Besides, I’d cut you down, and be in the back, with my nutsack in your daughter’s mouth, before they’d even rung the damn bell.

That aforementioned veteran calm goes out the window at the mention of Billy’s daughter Jenny. He lunges and grabs Drakz by the throat, but Drakz is quick to escape and dart backwards out of harm’s way.

Billy Broom: You no good piece of trash! You want to start talking about my family?

This little exercise in mind games seems to have brightened Drakz’s mood as he’s the cheshire cat smiling now, evidently feeling more in control than he has done in weeks.

Billy Broom: Title or no, I’m gonna beat the s**t out of you, or are you scared of facing an “old man”?!

Billy is intense right now. The switch seemingly flicked and not going back.

Drakz: Go and f*cking cry to the powers that be William. I haven’t got time for this sh*t.

And with that he overhands the mic at Billy’s head and hightails it. Billy gets his hands up but the mic still catches him just below the eye. He’s holding his face and opts not to chase after Drakz.

Billy Broom: You mother-

He kicks over one of the catering tables, and makes a beeline for the office of Kris Kash as we fade back to ringside.

Alecia Matthews: Drakz is despicable. How dare he talk about a young girl like that??

Maxwell Dachs: I mean - it got the reaction he wanted.

Alecia Matthews: You can't seriously be defending this?

Maxwell Dachs: I'm not, I'm just saying - Drakz knows exactly which buttons to push.

Which is fitting because speaking of pushing buttons -

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 drums grow heavier and guitars grow louder 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.

Johnny Mason, the WFWF Vanguard Champion appears from behind the curtain wearing a red hoodie, his prized championship belt around his waist with the rest of his outfit being black which complements the hoodie.

From behind, grinning like the Cheshire Cat is Tyson Watts dressed unlike his usual self – a wifebeater with dress pants adorned with a flamingo pattern and flip-flops.

Of course, his jewelry is still there.

He then pulls out a thick cigar and lights it as the two men approach the ring.

Christa Adina: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome….Tyson Watts and the WFWF Vanguard Champion, Johnny Mason!!

Watts taunts the crowd while Mason makes a straight shot to the ring.

Maxwell Dachs: Here’s Mason, the champion out to prove that Meshie did not help him win.

Alecia Matthews: That’s the cloud hanging over Mason’s head ever since Survival of the Fittest but you can bet that he’s doing everything he can to prove his detractors wrong.

Maxwell Dachs: I mean – if memory serves me correctly, it was Anna who had the match won until Machine Girl interjected.

Alecia Matthews: It’s certainly become a hot topic, but Mason is out to prove that his defining win over Anna wasn’t a fluke.

Both gentlemen are now in the ring; Mason the serious one with Watts bouncing around the ring like a big ball of energy.

Tyson Watts: First, Anna. Then Destroyer. Does The Icebreaker still need to prove why he’s a future Hall of Famer?

The crowd hisses at Watts, who smirks and shrugs it off.

Tyson Watts: He’s been the Vanguard Champion now for six months – slowly approaching Anna’s run and then, he will be the longest reigning Vanguard Champion in history!

The compliment causes Mason’s chest to stick as he smiles. He glances over at the belt hanging over his shoulder.

Tyson Watts: Last time you all had the privilege of watching your Vanguard Champion wrestle, he was in the middle of beating Destroyer. You know – the No. 1 Contender. At this point, Mason should be the No. 1 Contender because unlike the all-mighty Destroyer, we’re actually here tonight!

Loud jeers from the crowd as Watts continues to smile, oozing positivity and "sexuality".

Tyson Watts: And as if The Icebreaker needed any more confirmation, what I have in store for him tonight will prove to everyone –

Long pause from Watts, pointing at the hard camera.

Tyson Watts: That he is the man.

Mason rolls his eyes.

Tyson Watts: That with the right support behind him, Johnny Mason will carry this company into the Golden Age.

That Johnny “The Icebreaker” Mason will be the figurehead.

Not Drakz.

Not Franky Baby.

Not Machine Girl.

Him.

He points at Mason, his chest pumped outward and his hand on his waist like Superman.

Tyson Watts: Now since the WFWF failed to properly utilize The Icebreaker on the card tonight, I went out and found some opponents for him.

The Vanguard Champion turns suddenly and looks at Watts, just as surprised and perplexed as the faces in the crowd.

Tyson Watts: That’s right. Opponents. Tonight, The Icebreaker will face not one.

Not two.

But three, different opponents.

Mason mouths words to Watts but he seems unfazed.

Tyson Watts: The status of the Vanguard Championship will be elevated to unprecedented levels by the end of tonight because The Icebreaker is putting his title and his legacy on the line!

And his first opponent is…

Watts fat, sausage link fingers point at the entrance ramp…..

Suddenly, the 1812 Overture crescendos throughout The Molineux Stadium, the sound dissipating into the sky!

A massive droning boo from the crowd!

Alecia Matthews: ……….

Maxwell Dachs: OH MY GOD!!!! Napoleon?!? We haven’t seen him since Survival of the Fittest and -

Alecia Matthews: Could you stop?

Mason isn’t laughing as he turns to look at Watts who is beet red, holding in laughter.

Christa Adina: Uhh….the following contest is scheduled for one fall and it is for the WFWF Vanguard Championship. Introducing first….Napoleon….Weisgarber.

Maxwell Dachs: What kind of introduction was that?!

Alecia Matthews: ……….

Tyson Watts: Hey blondie – you suck! I’ll be doing the announcing from here on out!

Adina scoffs at Watts as she exits the ring and takes a seat by the timekeeper.

The alleged Gold Glove boxer shadowboxes his way to the ring as the wailing howls of Tyson Watts can be heard off camera. Mason hands the Vanguard Championship to the referee.

The referee, Manuel Ferrara holds the Vanguard Championship, standing in the middle of the ring between Mason and…..Napoleon.

DING! DING! DING!

Napoleon continues to shadowbox, causing the ring to shake. Mason, on the other hand waits patiently in the corner.

Suddenly, Mason springs into action, bolting towards Napoleon!

Maxwell Dachs: RUNNING KNEE TO NAPOLEON!! OH MY!!!

Alecia Matthews: ……..

Mason’s knee smacks Napoleon’s chiseled cheek and he flops to the mat.

The Frenchman goes down and Mason wastes no time!

1!

2!

3!

DING! DING! DING!

Tyson Watts: With one move, The Icebreaker makes quick work of a former boxer. When was the last time Drakz ever did something like that? Hmm?

Exactly.

The referee raises Mason’s arm in victory as the crowd boos. Tyson Watts joins the two men in the ring, standing in front of the Vanguard Champion.

Mason doesn’t look amused.

Tyson Watts: Why are you booing? Johnny “The Icebreaker” Mason just pinned a WFWF legend after one move!

Alecia Matthews: Is that some meme that I’m not aware of….?

Maxwell Dachs: How dare you.

The referee escorts Napoleon’s lifeless body out of the ring as Watts hogs the hard camera. Again.

Tyson Watts: Now, the second opponent is a black belt in karate and an accomplished martial artist!

Mason shakes his head, looking visually upset.

Suddenly, generic metal music blasts through the arena speakers as a blonde-haired man in a GI steps out, surrounded by other men, dressed in black shirts and gym shorts, appearing to be rallying him on.

Tyson Watts: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome – the two time MFC Middleweight Champion and certified badass…..Karate Steve!

Alecia Matthews: Karate….Steve……

Maxwell Dachs: Oh my. I wouldn’t want to run into that guy in a dark alley!

Alecia Matthews: ……..

Karate Steve makes eye contact with Mason, who seemingly isn’t intimidated.

The men surrounding Karate Steve remove his GI to reveal his large chest tattoo; a lion with a scroll above its head, spelling NO REGRETS in fancy cursive writing.

His tights are green and yellow.

Steve tightens the MMA gloves and punches the palm of his hand.

The two combatants approach each other in the middle of the ring, staring the other man down.

Tyson Watts: Alright boys, I want a good clean match. No hitting below the belt and when I say go, you come out fighting. Now shake hands.

Mason holds his hand out without taking his eyes off his opponent but Steve has other ideas…..

Alecia Matthews and Maxwell Dachs: OH!

A stiff headbutt from Steve and the champ goes down!

Tyson Watts: ….or not! Ring the bell!

DING! DING! DING!

Tyson Watts flees as Karate Steve gets in a top-mounted position, going for the ground-and-pound!

Mason kicks his legs from underneath Steve to reverse the hold!

Watts’ banshee screams can be heard off-camera.

Tyson Watts: COME ON ICEBREAKER!!! THIS IS YOUR MOMENT!!! MAKE IT YOURS!!!!

Some impressive offense allows Mason to grab the ropes and force Steve to break the hold. Despite Steve’s ruthlessness, Mason doesn’t back down.

He brings the fight to Steve.

Alecia Matthews: Mason with the comeback!

Both men are technical, using takedowns and grappling to bring the other down.

But they are evenly matched.

Alecia Matthews: Steve going for the rear naked choke, but Mason is keeping his balance!

The veins in Mason’s neck pulsate as his top and bottom set of his teeth grind against each other. His legs quiver the more Steve torques the hold.

Watts reenacts the hold on himself while still rooting for Mason on the outside!

The Vanguard Champion screams at the top of his lung before stumbling into the back corner, crushing Steve against the ring pads – but Steve still hangs on!

Maxwell Dachs: This Steve guy is trained to hold a submission for as long as possible! It’s going to take more than that to break the death grip.

Alecia Matthews: Yup, Steve ain’t budging.

Maxwell Dachs: And the more Blandson exerts energy, the weaker he becomes so he better be careful.

Alecia Matthews: When did we switch roles?

Maxwell Dachs: What?

Mason, again using everything he has crushes Steve against the corner to no avail.

One more time for good measure but the white knuckles of Karate Steve say otherwise.

Realizing that he has no other options left, Mason throws himself to the outside, squashing Steve with all his weight on the hard padding!

The crowd groan!

Maxwell Dachs: OH! Did you hear that?!

The impact enough stuns Mason – and Steve.

Both men are out!

Watts bounces up and down in support of Mason, the hype men for Steve clap and yell.

Alecia Matthews: Whoever gets up first will have the advantage!

Mason is the first to show signs of life, using every bit of energy he has left to move. Using the steel ring steps as support, Mason pick himself up and….smiles.

Alecia Matthews: Look at that wicked grin from Mason.

Maxwell Dachs: He knows that now, Steve is f**ked.

Alecia Matthews: Hey now!

Maxwell Dachs: What? WE’RE LIVE BABY!

Mason hovers over Steve’s body and picks him up from his golden mane.

BANG!

BANG!

BANG!

Alecia Matthews: Dear God!

Mason bashes Steve’s head onto the steel ring steps and it bounces like a basketball.

The Icebreaker then irish whips Steve into the barricades!

Mason then follows up with another smacking knee to the face!

Steve becomes lifeless and flops to the floor, just like Napoleon.

Mason grabs Steve and throws him inside the ring, slinging the arm across Steve’s tattooed chest.

1!

2!

3!

DING! DING! DING!

Tyson Watts: WOOOO! Here is your winner and still THE champion and still THE man…..The Iccccccccccccccebreakerrrrrr!

The referee raises Mason’s arm in victory again and the champion looks drained. He huffs and puffs, wiping the sweat from his forehead, clenching the Vanguard Championship in his arms.

Tyson Watts: Two opponents down. One more to go. I told you all! I TOLD YOU ALL!!

Mason succumbs to his fatigue and falls to the mat and before he can even stand, Mason’s third opponent is making his way to the ring!

The autotuned voice of Travis Scott fills the ears of those in attendance as the beat of Butterfly Effect serves as the soundtrack to the third and final encounter of the night for Johnny Mason.

The third opponent exits the curtain with a black denim vest with pins and patches etched on. His circular sunglasses are tinted blue and glisten under the lights.

His baby blue tights read DION on the back and his kneepads and kickpads are black.

Tyson Watts: Ladies and gentlemen, this here is one of my many prospects in the wrestling biz. He can fly better than anyone! He weighs in at an impressive one hundred and eighty-five pounds! He looks mighty fine too! Please welcome to the WFWF, Dion “The Phoenix” Jackson!!!!

The young wrestler seems excited to be in Wolverhampton.

He takes in his surroundings before kissing his fist. Watts can be seen mimicking him inside the squared circle.

Dion lets out a scream before pumping his fist into the sky.

Watts does the same thing as well.

Alecia Matthews: What an opportunity for this aspiring wrestler! I just hope that Watts has good intentions for him. I don’t know how I feel about this.

Maxwell Dachs: You see – NOBODY gets what Watts is trying to do here.

Alecia Matthews: Oh yeah?

Maxwell Dachs: He’s giving both Mason and this new guy a taste of reality – the wrestling business is brutal and only those who can handle it will succeed. Watts is testing them.

Alecia Matthews: Or Watts is just an insecure prick who failed as a wrestler himself so now he’s trying to destroy the career of not one wrestler, but two to make himself feel better.

Maxwell Dachs: You know, the more we commentate together, the more I dislike you.

Alecia Matthews: Okay? The feeling is mutual, buddy.

Dion runs towards the ring and slides underneath the bottom rope. Mason is still panting, catching his breath as the two men lock eyes. With the Vanguard Championship in his grip, Mason uses the ropes to pull himself up.

Watts, always the showman takes center stage.

Tyson Watts: This is it, folks. The match you’ll be talking about by the end of tonight. We have Fire –

He points to Dion.

Tyson Watts: And we have Ice.

He points to Mason.

Tyson Watts: Two elements will collide here tonight – for the WFWF Vanguard Championship!

Dion removes his shades and the vest. Mason struggles to catch his breath.

Tyson Watts: Rrrrrrrrring the bell!

DING! DING! DING!

Dion allows Mason to find his footing as the referee once against holds up the Vanguard Championship above his head.

The two men approach each other with Dion holding his hand out in respect….

SMACK!

Alecia Matthews: A KNEE RIGHT TO THE CHIN OF DION!

The move instantly puts Dion out as he falls like a ton of bricks!

Mason immediately hooks the leg!

1!

2!

Alecia Matthews and Maxwell Dachs: WHAT!?

Mason can’t believe it!

The crowd can’t believe it!

Maxwell Dachs: No one kicks out from the knee. NO ONE.

The Icebreaker argues with the referee about the validity of the count but rest assured – it was two and a half.

Mason remains in control for most of the match, wearing and tearing Dion down using his brute strength and experience.

But Dion is much faster and more agile than the champion.

He uses that speed and agility to overpower Mason on multiple occasions.

Alecia Matthews: Irish whip from Mason to Dion and – OH!!!

Dion jumps in the air like Spider-Man, swinging his body over Mason and spiking him on the mat with a DDT!

Maxwell Dachs: PIN HIM, DION!! MAKE YOURSELF FAMOUS!!!

Alecia Matthews: No kidding! What an upset it would be!

The move even causes the referee to jump, Dion scurries towards Mason!

1!

2!

Mason kicked out!

Alecia Matthews: Are you kidding me?!

The crowd is thinking the same thing!

HOLY S**T!

HOLY S**T!

HOLY S**T!

Dion pounds the mat in frustration.

He was this close to making his dream come true. With the champion down, Dion makes his way to the top rope, standing tall as he raises his fist into the sky.

Dion contorts his body before flipping forward in a picture-perfect moment! The flash from the smartphones in the crowd are flashing!

Alecia Matthews: PHOENIX SPLASH!!! This could be it!!

CRASH!

Alecia Matthews: Oh no! Mason moved! Mason moved!

At the last possible second, Mason moved out of harms way, which meant Dion crashed and burned into the mat!

He immediately springs up, grasping at his stomach but when he turns around –

SMACK!

Alecia Matthews: ANOTHER KNEE TO THE FACE!

Dion goes down and Mason immediately slings his arm across his opponent’s chest!

1!

2!

3!

DING! DING! DING!

Tyson Watts: OH YEAH BABY!! Still the man and still the Vanguard Champion….The Iceeeeeeeeeeeeeeeebreaker!

The Molineux Stadium is on their feet in ovation for the two combatants. Watts grabs the Vanguard Championship from the referee and screams into the microphone –

Tyson Watts: THREE. Three opponents in ONE night. The Icebreaker just made history tonight!

Mason, exhausted with zero energy left in the tank heaves and pants as he realizes that he’s still the Vanguard Champion. Watts dances around the ring, causing the ring to shake.

The large man then looks at the hard camera again.

Tyson Watts: Everyone in the back – take note. The Icebreaker can beat not one, not two but three of yous all in a day’s work.

Watts then goes to help Mason up to his feet but the champion shoves Watts!

He is obviously shocked by the sudden move.

Mason then asks for a microphone.

Johnny Mason: F**k you, Tyson!

The crowd is taken aback, including Watts as Mason pants into the microphone but they cheer at the comment.

Johnny Mason: Why? Why would you do this? You put me through Hell tonight!

Watts gulps but doesn’t say a word.

Johnny Mason: I want to be respected and I want to show everyone that I deserve to be the Vanguard Champion! I want to prove to everyone that I beat Anna fair and square! Mesh did not help me win! I did that all by myself!

Maxwell Dachs: I disagree.

Alecia Matthews: Shut up.

More intense breathing into the microphone.

Johnny Mason: Napoleon?! Are you for real?? Are you trying to turn me into a joke??

Watts’ face suddenly turns into one of a sad puppy.

Johnny Mason: I want to wrestle big names, former champions; not jobbers that can’t even lace up my boots!

Mason stops and begins to tremble. He then lunges towards Watts and grabs him by his tanktop!

Johnny Mason: I’ll admit – you’ve helped me a lot, but don’t you dare sabotage what I have busted my ass for! You don’t get to pick opponents for me –

Mason raises the Vanguard Championship above his head.

Johnny Mason: I do.

The hot air from Mason’s nose causes Watts to sweat profusely. His fat hands quivering in fear.

For once, Watts is serious. And silent.

Johnny Mason: The next opponent I face will be a former champion. Can you do that for me, Tyson?? Huh?

He doesn’t make any expression, he just nods.

Tyson Watts: Fine. You want a former champion? I have an idea. I promise you, baby – this will make you famous then once and for all, you will achieve greatness.

Johnny Mason: I better, otherwise – it’s your ass!

That seemingly calms Mason who reluctantly releases Watt’s tanktop from his hands.

Mason tosses the microphone on the mat and leaves the ring, with Watts following suit.

The two men proceed to head backstage, leaving everyone confused as we go to commercial.

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Back from commercial break, the opening strains of “Thunderstruck” by AC/DC begin to play. No one immediately comes out.

Alecia Matthews: We're back here at Sonic Boom, and I'm not sure who exactly we're about to see.

Maxwell Dachs: As a historian and broadcast journalist, I know who's music that used to be . . .

Thunder, dressed in a suit, emerges a moment later. As expected, the reaction is a little mixed, with the crowd generally not too pleased. There's no bluster or taunting behind his entrance. He calmly strides to the ring, and waits for the audience to quiet down before finally speaking. They don't quite get quiet, but close enough. Can't wait around forever.

Thunder: I'm out here tonight because I feel like I owe everyone an explanation. A real one, for why I came back, and why I've acted the way I have. I fully acknowledge that I've been a prick for a large portion of my career. But this recent stretch seemed especially unwarranted to everyone, I'm sure. So here's all my cards on the table.

A pause from Thunder.

Thunder: I came back to fight Frank Lynn for the International Title because I was worried about my legacy. I didn't want to be forgotten. And I lost. No shame in that. When that happened, I realized I was done. I just didn't have I like I used to. I couldn't go in the ring like I once did, and it become apparent there were some underlying health issues.

The crowd grows more silent at that news.

Thunder: No, this isn't that kind of announcement. I'm perfectly fine and healthy. But when Devilkiller came out and challenged me, I panicked. The last thing I wanted to do was be humiliated, and I was too ashamed to just come out and say the truth about my state. So I got desperate and did whatever I could to even the odds for myself. Devilkiller didn't deserve that. He's a great wrestler and the future of the company. Devilkiller, I apologize.

The crowd cheers, the sentiment beginning to change in Thunder's favor again.

Alecia Matthews: This is really a side of Thunder we haven't seen before.

Maxwell Dachs: It's as real as it gets. Which is awkward for me, since I tend to repress all my real emotions.

Alecia Matthews: This is no time to psychoanalysis you.

Thunder: Survival of the Fittest was my last and best shot. It didn't turn out the way I wanted, but I can't complain. There's no more fitting way to end my career than on the show that made me as a singles star way back when. At Survival of the Fittest 2007, I earned the title shot that would change my life forever. It all started there, and it ended there too. It's not the storybook ending I would have wanted, but it's close enough. And I learned a long time ago that there's more important things than wrestling. My family is the legacy that matters most, and it's time I remember that again.

So this gives me the chance to say goodbye, which I never did last time. So I have one request for all of you.

Cut to faces in the crowd who are just as shocked.

Thunder: Don't forget about me or what I've done. Don't forget about the men I beat, the titles I won, or the moments I created. If you saw for one instance in this return how good I once was, than I did my job. Because I was that damn good. I am one of the greatest tag team wrestlers in WFWF history. I am one of the greatest International Champions in WFWF history. I am a three time WFWF World Champion. I'm a grand slam champion and yes, I am a Hall of Famer. I was at the top of the mountain, and I'm damn proud of it.

Remember what I accomplished. Remember what I was capable of. And remember that I loved every minute of it. Thank you.

The crowd rises to their feet, giving a standing ovation. Thunder stands in the middle of the ring, soaking it all in. He climbs up to the middle rope for a moment, waving to the crowd as he takes in the reaction. The ovation transitions to a chant of “Thank you, Thunder!” The crowd continues to applaud as he makes his way out of the ring and up to the top of the ramp.

After reaching the top of the ramp, he turns around to face the crowd one final time. His son Aaron joins him at his side, and they wave to the crowd together. Thunder takes one final look and makes his exit.

Alecia Matthews: This can't be the end for Thunder....can it?

Maxwell Dachs: If I could be serious for a moment, us old-timers only have so many bumps on our bump card. Trust me - the longer you go, the worse you feel. Thunder choosing to step away is the right choice. Kudos to him.

Alecia Matthews: Wow. I think that's the most sincere and genuine thing you've ever said.

Maxwell Dachs: What can I say? Thunder, at least got the choice to walk away on his own. I didn't. I was forced.

Alecia Matthews: I appreciate you.

Maxwell Dachs: Now you love me?

Alecia Matthews: And there it is.....a moment ruined.

Maxwell Dachs: A woman telling me that she loves me is commonplace.

Alecia Matthews: ......

Which is fitting since a woman is in the ring by this point.

We cut to Kay Fabe, her black no-nonsense business suit the sharp contrast to the white ring mat.

She stands idly with a microphone in her hand and two benches behind her, placed facing each other.

Kay Fabe: Ladies and gentlemen, please help me welcome back to the WFWF…..Mesh!

The crowd goes banana!

They come unglued!

The loudest reaction of the night for the first ever Vanguard Champion as she comes out to no music, quite the contrast from Mesh’s last entrance at SuperBrawl X.

Or even the Mesh of old.

Alecia Matthews: No music and new attitude for the beloved Mesh. Gone are the bright lights and bubbly music.

Maxwell Dachs: So, this is the girl that my predecessor got fired over?

Alecia Matthews: Pretty much. He ordered a hit on her and nearly ended her career!

Maxwell Dachs: Ahh, I see. She’s kinda hot too!

Alecia Mattews: ………

Rather than make an entrance like she’s one to do, Mesh simply steps out from behind the curtain, wearing all black.

The black hoodie obscures her face and now silver hair and she makes her way to the ring with her head down.

Alecia Matthews: This is too weird…..

Despite Mesh’s new adoptive brooding demeanor, the crowd still screams her name. Those in the front row reach desperately for a high five….but Mesh walks right past them.

Alecia Matthews: This isn’t the Mesh we know and love. The old Mesh would’ve jumped into the crowd and taken a selfie with every single, fan there. This new Mesh just….walked right past them.

Mesh enters the ring and immediately takes a seat in front of Kay.

The crowd, still not sure of what to make of the new Mesh still shout their undying love for her.

MESH!

MESH!

MESH!

The former Vanguard Champion doesn’t acknowledge the crowd.

Kay Fabe: So, uhh….Mesh, welcome back to the WFWF!

The crowd pops!

No reaction from Mesh.

Kay waits for an answer but moves on when she realizes that she won’t get one.

Kay Fabe: Now you were gone for almost a year and we all remember what happened to you in Dallas –

Cut to Mesh who winces at the flashbacks in her head, biting her lips.

Kay Fabe: But we all want to know – how are you feeling?

No response from Mesh.

It looks like she doesn’t really want to be here.

Kay Fabe: I understand it must be difficult to talk about what happened in Dallas, but the fans want to know.

Kay Fabe, just like all the fans in attendance tries to ignite the flame inside Mesh.

But the flame is long gone.

Kay Fabe: Listen to these people!

MESH!

MESH!

MESH!

MESH!

Kay Fabe: They love you! They never gave up on you! There are kids in this arena that you have inspired! Doesn’t that mean anything to you?

No response or emotion from Mesh.

Kay Fabe: To the Mesh I knew, that meant the whole world to her!

The chants from the crowd grow louder and louder the more Mesh sits in silence.
The more Kay calls Mesh out, the more antsy she gets.

MESH!

MESH!

MESH!

MESH!

Kay Fabe: To the Mesh I knew, she -

Suddenly, Mesh bolts out of her chair and gets in Kay’s face!

Mesh: The Mesh you knew is dead!

The Wolverhampton Arena is in shock.

Kay is in shock.

Alicia Matthews is in shock.

Mesh sits back down once she composes herself.

Mesh: We haven’t been the same since…..

A look of sheer terror and pain appears on Mesh’s face as she speaks for the first time in a monotone, almost....robotic voice.

Mesh: There’s still a part of us that’s dying in the hospital and we don’t even know who we are anymore….

Mesh sits back down in the chair.

Kay Fabe: Us?…..we? You were…..dead?

Mesh nods. Cut to members of the Good Vibe Tribe who are emotional; some watch on in shock while some of the younger fans cry in the arms of their parents.

Kay Fabe: I’m…so sorry to hear that. Umm….

She chokes up but clears her throat.

Kay Fabe: I think I speak for all the fans here when I say we’re glad you’re still here.

Mesh leans back in her chair as the crowd applauds.

Kay Fabe: What happened to you in Dallas was very traumatic so the fact that you’re here with me today speaks volumes of your strength.

That pops the crowd.

Kay Fabe: What drove you to keep fighting? What kept you going when it seemed impossible?

Mesh veers up at Kay, looking seemingly calm.

Mesh: Well….there’s this red-headed bitch -

The crowd boos!

They know exactly who Mesh is referring to.

Mesh: We kept seeing her in our head. We kept hearing her laugh and we could see her smiling as we suffered, unable to scream, unable to run from our thoughts. All we would see was red….and her.

Kay Fabe: Are you referring to….Anna Ahriman?

Mesh’s knees become restless, bouncing up-and-down on the edge of the chair. Her face alone answers the question.

Mesh: Imagine being trapped, with nowhere to go and having something dark chase you….and knowing that it would never stop…..until it got you…..

There’s a somber tone to Mesh’s voice. Her vocals seemingly go down an octave, her voice almost gravelly. Kay seemingly doesn’t know how to react.

Mesh: Nothing would silence the voices in our head more than that witch just…ceasing to exist. By my hand!

Kay Fabe: You keep saying ‘we’……what do you mean?

Before Mesh can speak once again –

The sounds of haunting vocals echo around the arena.

Oh, I'll never kill myself to save my soul

I was gone, but how was I to know?

The crowd knows exactly who that is as well– and they aren’t happy.

Out comes Tyson Watts and Johnny Mason. Both men are wearing the same threads from earlier in the show. Watts struts ahead of Mason and twirls the microphone in his hand. Kay Fabe looks on in disgust while Mesh stays seating, paying no attention to the large man and the Vanguard Champion.

Alecia Matthews: Ugh....more of this?

Maxwell Dachs: Admit it or not - Watts has been the shot in the arm that Mason needed.

Alecia Matthews: He's a failed wrestler who likes to run his mouth.

Cut to said failed wrestler with a huge grin on his face.

Tyson Watts: Hi.

The large man breathes into the microphone.

Tyson Watts: You don’t know me, and you certainly don’t know the badass behind me, but we certainly know you. You’re the supercalifragilisticexpialidocious one known as Mesh and if you know what that word means then you would know that it means nonsense.

The crowd buzz at Watts, one symbiotic drone of disapproval.

Tyson Watts: The Icebreaker did something that even the almighty Meshie couldn’t do – and that’s beat Annacakes. Where you failed….and almost died -

Watts laughs which only adds more fuel to the crowd’s heat. That jab causes Mesh to turn her head, still obscured by the hoodie and face Watts and Mason.

Tyson Watts: The Icebreaker succeeded – and won and soon, he will surpass you as longest, reigning Vanguard Champion in history!

More buzzing from the crowd but Watts smiles it off. Mason nods his head as well, smirking after every jab from his hypeman.

Tyson Watts: Now everything I’m saying is simply the facts but here’s where my problem with you lies - YOU tainted what was supposed to be The Icebreaker’s big moment! You casted a shadow of doubt over HIS achievement! Mason can’t even walk down the street without some mark asking him, “So, does it bother you that Mesh pretty much helped you win?”

The crowd suddenly changes, cheering at the comment which Watts reacts to as well.

Tyson Watts: No! No! Shut your faces! You all saw it – Annacakes turned her back, Icebreaker capitalized and won! Hammerhead over there did nothing but steal the spotlight from YOUR Vanguard Champion! Tonight – that ends here! Now that you have the attention of everyone here, I want you to say that Johnny Mason is the better wrestler.

More jeering from the crowd.

Tyson Watts: Say it with me: Johnny Mason is better! Johnny Mason is better! Johnny Mason is better!!!

The crowd boo as loud as they can, trying to mute Watts but he has the voice of a banshee and it pierces through the sky. Watts overdramatically breathes in and breathes out.

Tyson Watts: Doesn’t that feel good? I know I does for me. It feels good knowing that your big, epic return has fizzled out like a dud firecracker because the one thing that you’re so hung up on is something that we –

He motions at himself and Mason.

Tyson Watts: Did so easily while it nearly left you, well – it DID leave you broken and shattered. It looks like your time at the top of the WFWF ended when you got your head caved in so unless you want The Icebreaker to send you back to the stone age, I suggest you listen to me.
I suggest you focus on Mason and not Anna. You might earn your praise back if you can manage to stand toe-to-toe with The Future Hall of Famer.

F**K YOU TYSON!
*clap, clap, clap, clap, clap*

F**K YOU TYSON!
*clap, clap, clap, clap, clap*

F**K YOU TYSON!
*clap, clap, clap, clap, clap*

Tyson Watts: You stole Mason’s moment. The least you could do is give him what he deserves.

Mesh looks uninterested, her eyes stay fixated on the large man and Mason while seated.

Watts grows bored.

Tyson Watts: It must bother you, knowing that something that nearly killed you barely left Mason with a scratch. Something that you failed to do was something that Mason succeeded. How does it feel to be a failure, Meshie? How does it feel to be inferior? How does it feel to have been surpassed in just one night? Not as bad as losing three times in one night though, amirite?

The crowd tries to rally Mesh on but it’s almost as if she’s immune.

Tyson Watts: Can’t think of any response, eh? I thought so. Then just say it.

There’s a long pause. Watts leans in as if to hear Mesh utter the words.

MESH!

MESH!

MESH!

MESH!

The rallying cries of the Good Vibe Tribe don’t seem to energize the former champion like they once used to. Mesh then raises the microphone to her mouth –

Mesh: F**k. You.

HUGE pop from the crowd! Monkey see, monkey do!

F**K YOU!
*clap, clap*

F**K YOU!
*clap, clap*

F**K YOU!
*clap, clap*

F**K YOU!
*clap, clap*

Watts and Mason smile at the short response. Mason is ready to fight but Watts holds him back and whispers something in his ear.

Tyson Watts: So be it. You have –

Suddenly, Mason snatches the microphone from Watts’ hand and makes his way down to the ring. Watts tails him.

Johnny Mason: You were once looked at as the future of this company and you certainly accomplished a lot of things. Rookie of the Year, you were the first ever Vanguard Champion!

Those in the front row hiss at Mason as he struts by.

Johnny Mason: But the fact of the matter is you simply couldn’t handle being at the top of the mountain.

The crowd then turns on The Icebreaker.

Johnny Mason: You couldn’t take the pressure.

The champion enters the ring and motions to Kay to give him her chair. The reporter reluctantly does so. Mason leans forwards as to make sure Mesh can hear his words.

Johnny Mason: I’ll admit, you’re a good wrestler but I promise you - your whole mindset about this business is going to put you six feet under. It almost did.

Mesh is visibly distraught at the mere mention of SuperBrawl X.
You thought you could fake it until you made it, but the squared circle has this way of knowing. Knowing who or what doesn’t belong.

Mesh’s eye turn to face Mason who is right in her face.

Johnny Mason: You were in over your head from the beginning and it took you this long to recover. Look how hard you had to work to even make it back here. You’re acting all tough now but we both know it’s just you faking it again.

Watts makes a face behind Mason, impressed at the champion taking charge.

Johnny Mason: You probably want to go home don’t you? You’d rather go back to streaming or doing whatever the hell you’re into because you’re good at that. Being a champion? Not so much. You probably wish that you did die in the hospital, am I right? Because you know that you’ll never match what you’ve accomplished before.

At this point, the crowd has proceeded to throw trash in the ring, but Mason and Watts pay them no attention.

Johnny Mason: You wouldn’t have known it, but when you were half dead being dragged out of the arena the WFWF got their first taste of what was going to be the future….and things haven’t always gone the way I thought they would.

Johnny grits his teeth as he bows his head before standing up, once again towering over Mesh.

Johnny Mason: I don’t have my son anymore, but I do have this.

Johnny raises the Vanguard Championship up in the air, glistening under the lights.

Johnny Mason: And if you ever think you can try and take this away from me, I won’t need any baseball bats to end your career!

Mesh’s eyes veer at Mason as Mason drops the microphone. Watts applauds the champion as they leave the former champion alone in the ring.

She stays seated, her eyes glued to the mat, one can only imagine the thoughts running through her head….

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WFWF Sonic Boom - Results (August 30th, 2020) Aug 30, 2020 5:42:34 GMT -5

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Alecia Matthews: And we're back from the last commercial break of the night!

Maxwell Dachs: Commercials? On pay-per-view? What has the world come to?

Christa Adina: The following contest is your main event of the evening and it is scheduled for one fall!

The lighting dims as the opening drums and violin chords of "Reunited" by the Wu-Tang Clan resonate throughout the arena. The crowd stirs for twenty seconds until the genius known as GZA's verse hits, EBR emerging from the back to a loud cheer from the crowd!

Christa Adina: Introducing first, from Oakland, California; weighting in at two hundred and fifty-five pounds…EBR!!!!

Clad in a black boxing robe adjourned with a hood, he briefly pauses before he departs down the entrance ramp. Once he reaches the ringside area he slowly saunters around the ring, beginning a slow yet dramatic ascension of the steel ring steps.

Alecia Matthews: It's been five, long years since EBR last competed inside a WFWF ring. Will that be a factor in tonight's main event?

Maxwell Dachs: It could very well be but EBR is an athlete, through and through. Guys like him never truly stop, you know?

Alecia Matthews: He's accomplished so much in Japan and tonight, he's back!!

Once he reaches the top he produces a bottle of powder out of his robe, tapping the contents onto his hand before discarding the bottle (which is historically found on eBay several days later). With a spotlight shining on him and rubbing the powder onto his hands, he hurls it into the air, creating a white cloud as his hood simultaneously falls from his head to yet another pop from the crowd. He enters the ring and approaches his respective corner, removing his robe as he awaits the arrival of royalty.

”My Leftovers” by Porcelain and the Tramps kicks onto the PA System as the lights go down in the crowd and strobing on the smoke rising from the stage, the fans baited in anticipation. As the clock on the screen counts down and a crown/cross combo flashes on the screen, followed by A.A., from underneath the stage rises a woman adjusting her bracers and smirking at the crowd.

Christa Adina: And his opponent, from Tempe, Arizona……Anna Ahriman!!

The strobes follow Anna down the ramp as she slaps the hands of a couple of younger fans and blows a kiss to someone in the crowd as she slides under the bottom rope, coming up on her knees, half dancing to the beat of her song. She pops to her feet as the lights rise, Anna jumping to the corner and beating on her chest and letting out a yell that the fans reciprocate.

Alecia Matthews: Knowing Anna, this must be a dream match for her!

Maxwell Dachs: Let’s hope that she’s able to keep her fangirl-ism in check if she wants even a slight chance of getting the win here tonight.

She smiles again, jumping off the ropes and leaning into the corner and adjusts her kneepads and bracers one more time before the match starts.

DING! DING! DING!

The former Heavyweight Champion steps forwards towards the red head.

Anna smirks as EBR puffs his chest, feeling the good vibrations from the crowd.

Cut to Maxwell Dachs winking at the camera.

He lets out a deep breath before extending his hand out towards Anna.

The Queen gasps at the show of respect from such an accomplished name. EBR doesn’t make a face or react; he stands stoically still.

Without hesitation, the former Vanguard Champion interlocks her hand with EBR.

The two wrestlers don’t lose eye contact and Anna mouths words to the former heavyweight champion.

Once the show of respect is acknowledged by both competitors, they circle the ring like two gladiators about to fight until their last breath.

They tie up, each wrestler trying to overpower the other but after a stretched-out period of going back-and-forth the referee breaks them up and puts some distance between them.

EBR shadowboxes in the corner while Anna leans back and tilts her head.

The two wrestlers approach each other again and tie up, another show of strength between the former champions.

EBR gets behind Anna and scoops her off her feet and onto the mat. EBR’s chain wrestling is on point as even Anna struggles to free herself, but her quickness and swift agility allows her to use the ropes.

They put some distance between each other before locking up again, this time Anna takes EBR to the mat with a leg takedown. She immediately bounces off the ropes going for a stiff kick to the chest but EBR rolls out of harm’s way!

The crowd is stunned by the athleticism they are witnessing.

Alecia Matthews: EBR hasn’t lost a step! He is keeping up with Anna all the way!

They pace around the ring until they lock up again, this time EBR taking Anna down with a side headlock.

Anna manages to get off the mat and she shoves EBR into the ropes, his tree trunk sized arm extended outward, aiming for Anna’s head….

Alecia Matthews: OCTOPUS STRETCH FROM OUTTA NOWHERE!!!

Anna’s agility comes into play once again and she wrenches on EBR’s neck and arm in the painful submission hold!

Alecia Matthews: Anna is here to prove a point!

The referee is in perfect position but EBR isn’t giving up. Using his strength, he takes small steps; slowly inching his way to the nearest ropes in such an awkward and uncomfortable position.

A bright purple parallel line to freedom.

Maxwell Dachs: EBR has nice calves.

Alecia Matthews: And they are certainly being put to work right here!

The more steps EBR takes, the tighter the hold. The former world champion suddenly drops to one knee!

Anna grits her teeth, making the hold tighter and tighter.

Maxwell Dachs: We all know that EBR isn’t going to tap but this will force him to use a lot more energy and if he wants to keep up with Anna, he’s going to need it!

EBR bares his teeth as he manages to bring himself – and Anna off the mat.

More hulking steps towards the ropes –

Referee Johnny Sins: Rope break!

The crowd cheers!

Alecia Matthews: EBR JUST THREW ANNA OUT OF THE RING!!!

With authority, EBR threw Anna over the third rope, sending her crashing and burning to the outside!

The Witch immediately grabs EBR and drags him underneath the bottom rope.

Anna grabs EBR and pounds his head onto the announce table!

Maxwell Dachs: The ring rust is coming into play now!

Anna puts her hands on EBR and throws him back inside the ring.

Living up to her surname, Anna does a quick pose before continuing the offensive.

Suddenly, on the entrance ramp –

Maxwell Dachs: Well, look who it is!

Alecia Matthews: Things are about to get very interesting.

The black hooded Mesh stands on the entrance ramp, her arms crossed with no emotion, no energy, just bleak.

Anna sees her and the two rivals lock eyes.

Alecia Matthews: You can feel the tension between these two.

Anna smirks.

Mesh’s eyes just reek of wickedness.

Learning her lesson from Survival, Anna turns her back on Mesh and focuses on the downed EBR.

EBR tackles Anna to the mat and goes for the ground-and-pound!

Anna tried her best to escape but EBR immediately switches positions on her!

Alecia Matthews: EBR is so technical that he is able to react much quicker than most. That's the edge he has over Anna!

Anna tries crawling towards the ropes but EBR pounds the side of her head with stiff-looking forearms. Referee Johnny Sins keeps EBR back and allows Anna to crawl to safety, meaning the corner.

When EBR approaches her -

Alecia Matthews: KNOWNOTHING!!

The submission, albeit painful only lasts a few seconds as the striped officials counts down the former Vanguard Champion.

Maxwell Dachs: It might've not done much in terms of damage but it hurt EBR.

She immediately climbs to the top and waits for EBR to turn around....

When he does, she jumps off the top rope -

Alecia Matthews: SPINEBUSTER!!!!

The crowd pops!

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*

Both competitors are down and the referee starts the countdown.

1!

2!

3!

Alecia Matthews: They are throwing everything at each other! Whoever gets to their feet first is sure to gain the upper hand!

EBR is the first to show signs of life but he's exhausted. The sweat from his chest and neck drip down and soak the mat below. His breathes are heavy.

Anna flails across from him, her back contorted and her boots kick the mat.

4!

5!

6!

Anna whimpers her way to the corner where she took the big leap while EBR grasps one of the ropes for leverage. Anna and EBR make eye contact and they both realize the severity of the situation.

7!

8!

9!

EBR is the first one up to break the count and immediately lunges towards Anna!

The buzzing of the crowd grows louder and louder when they realize what EBR is going for.

Alecia Matthews: Oh, I think everyone here knows what's coming next!

CHOP!

FOREARM!

CHOP!

FOREARM!

CHOP!

FOREARM!

HEADBUTT!

HEADBUTT!

HEADBUTT!

SNAPMARE!

SMACK!

Unfortunately for EBR - and the crowd, Anna remains gripped on the ropes which forces the referee to stop the iconic move.

Of course, EBR obliges and frees his opponent from what was sure to be her doom. The former world champion shares a quick chat about the decision until -

Alecia Matthews: OH! RUNNING DROPKICK TO THE SIDE OF THE HEAD!

The crowd comes unglued!

As Anna was draped across the rope, Mesh seemingly out of nowhere dropkicks Anna on the side of her head which sent her rival flying off the ropes!

EBR quickly notices Anna coming towards him and drills her in the face with a running knee!

EBR then scoops Anna into the mat and spikes her!

Alecia Matthews: THE BLACK HOLE!!

EBR doesn't waste any time. He immediately hooks the leg!

1!

2!

3!

DING! DING! DING!

The crowd loses their s**t at this point!

Christa Adina: Here is your winner......EBR!!!!

The referee raises EBR's arm in victory as the former champion is taken aback, one could say humbled by the reaction from the fans. He catches his breath and climbs to the top rope, taking in the massive reaction he's receiving at the moment.

YOU STILL GOT IT!
*clap, clap, clap, clap, clap*

YOU STILL GOT IT!
*clap, clap, clap, clap, clap*

YOU STILL GOT IT!
*clap, clap, clap, clap, clap*

YOU STILL GOT IT!
*clap, clap, clap, clap, clap*

Alecia Matthews: Damn right he's still got it! EBR is back and ready to reclaim the throne that was once his!

Maxwell Dachs: Destroyer? Franchise? Drakz and now, EBR? The main event scene just got a lot more.....badass!

Alecia Matthews: Indeed. I cannot wait to see how this develops!

EBR flexes as he stands tall on the top rope.

Anna, on the other hand is laid out and unconscious.

The hooded Mesh makes her way up the ramp, heading to the back and as the cameraman tried catching up with her, a smile is seen.

A devilish smile.

Once Mesh disappears, the sight of EBR standing tall with a banner for SuperBrawl 11 looming in the distance is the last thing seen as the show comes to an end.

The returning king on the road to reclaim what's his.

Is this a sign of what's to come?

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WFWF Sonic Boom - Results (August 30th, 2020) Aug 30, 2020 5:50:30 GMT -5 Johnny Mason likes this

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And here it is! I'm happy with how it turned out. Due to the small turnout, this was a very segment-heavy show and the matches were basically summarized.

This was my Resolution - I wrote 99.5% of the show on my own so I hope it's not too terrible.

Special thanks to Drakz , jdfranchise , Johnny Mason and Thunder for their segments and sonstuds for their input and ideas. I hope I did EBR justice!

All in all, this show should get us back on track as we move closer and closer to SuperBrawl 11 or as I think it should be billed: SuperBrawl Revenge which is ironic considering the real SuperBrawl Revenge was the 11th SuperBrawl in history.

Anyway, I hope you all enjoy the show. I would really appreciate feedback! Again, anything received at this point will be featured as a post-show segment or a WFWF.com exclusive.

Also - I'm sorry Markw . I'm not a Football fan (obviously) so I expected some sort of callout from you. I must say, I wasn't disappointed, hahahahaha

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I'm disappointed that you changed the football team names haha.

Good show considering the turn out. It was a shame Shawn had real life issues come up, as I was excited for that main event.

My favourite seg (besides the ones I wrote) was that Johnny Mason one. Him running through the jobbers, but nearly coming unglued against the last one was great.

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Aug 30, 2020 6:56:41 GMT -5 Drakz said:

I'm disappointed that you changed the football team names haha.

Good show considering the turn out. It was a shame Shawn had real life issues come up, as I was excited for that main event.

My favourite seg (besides the ones I wrote) was that Johnny Mason one. Him running through the jobbers, but nearly coming unglued against the last one was great.

That was all Johnny Mason. He came up with that idea!

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Post by sonstuds on Aug 30, 2020 17:47:08 GMT -5

- The Drakz/JD angle is awesome stuff.
- Legitimately don't know if "Trace Demon is dead" was literal or not, but I'm choosing to believe it was.
- The Eccentrix yes men would be ridiculously over if this was real.
- From what I've gathered about Billy Broom it's a really neat idea so I'm looking forward to actually seeing it. I was also wondering what the International Title's future was going to be.
- Tyson Watts is great, and Mason vs. Mesh is a good story.
- Bah, Thunder vs. EBR 2020 wrote itself.
- I wanted to have a name for EBR fans, so I'm disappointed Mesh already has one and it's awesome.

Once Mesh disappears, the sight of EBR standing tall with a banner for SuperBrawl 11 looming in the distance is the last thing seen as the show comes to an end.

The returning king on the road to reclaim what's his.

Is this a sign of what's to come?

*chooses not to be booked for SB*

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