Post by Thunder on Oct 7, 2020 10:46:54 GMT -5
We open with calming scenes of nature. The only thing missing is David Attenborough, probably because his fees were too high. The calm scene is finally broken by images of animals running free and attacking. From this chaos, we head to the arena . . .
The crowd jumps to their feet as there is much pyro and ballyhoo. Maybe some of the pyro is even in the shape of animals. But probably not. That's difficult to pull off indoors. Either way, it's impressive. There was much rejoicing. We cut in to greet the announcers at their table near the stage.
Alecia Matthews: Welcome to Animalize! Tonight we'll be finding our wild side.
Maxwell Dachs: It's nice of you to say that, but I'm not really interested.
Alecia Matthews: Will you shut up? What actually matters is that we have a huge card here tonight.
Maxwell Dachs: Absolutely. Sometimes you'll hear that a match is a main event anywhere in the world. That can be said of the show we have.
Alecia Matthews: Two title matches! And a main event of former champions.
Maxwell Dachs pops on yet another Kris Kash hat.
Maxwell Dachs: Another stroke of genius by our fearless leader!
Alecia slaps it off his head by the brim. Dachs is dejected.
Alecia Matthews: Quit shilling. Are you ready to head to the ring for our opening contest?
Maxwell Dachs: Do you expect me not to comment on that? Let me tell you--
"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: The following contest is for the WFWF Vanguard Championship! Introducing first, the challenger . . . from Hollywood, CA . . . weighing in at 234 . . . “The Eccentrix” Treeey Caaarter!
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)
'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. 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 the Yes Man trail behind him, as expected.
Maxwell Dachs: You know, this may be the first match we've ever seen where both corners have their own hype men. Even though Trey Carter will vastly outnumber Johnny Mason's.
Alecia Matthews: To be fair, Tyson Watts' volume matches the Yes Man.
Maxwell Dachs: I'll tell him you said that!
Oh, I'll never kill myself to save my soul
I was gone, but how was I to know?
I didn't come this far to sink so low
I'm finally holding on to letting go
I'll never kill myself to save my soul
I'm finally holding on to letting go
The song builds and builds, the vocals, drums and guitar until...
I'm finally holding on to letting go!!!
The banging of the drums are thick and the guitar rips through the speakers causing the arena to shake as the song continues to rip and shred, echoing into the sky.
Tyson Watts steps out from the curtain with the WFWF Vanguard Champion behind him. Mason holds his title above his head as Watts points at The Icebreaker, wailing and screaming off-screen.
Alecia Matthews: Do you want to change your mind about the volume yet?
Maxwell Dachs: He's a passionate man and I respect that.
Crista Adina: And his opponent is the WFWF Vanguard Champion . . . from Indianapolis, IN . . .weighing in at 220 pounds . . . JOHNNY MASON!
The bell sounds, which should be the start of the action. Before that happens, Carter keeps his distance, strutting around the ring and clapping. The Yes Men, as one would expect, are eating it up.
Trey Carter: I'M TREY CARTER!
The Yes Men: HE'S TREY CARTER!
Trey Carter: AND I!
The Yes Men: AND HE!
Tyson Watts: NEEDS TO SHUT THE HELL UP!
The reverie is broken up by this sudden interruption, the Yes Men and Carter turning to look at who did this. For once, it feels like an uncoordinated gesture.
Maxwell Dachs: It's kind of amazing how none of them need mics.
Alecia Matthews: Would you agree now about the volume?
Maxwell Dachs: It does feel like a Melvins concert, not going to lie.
Alecia Matthews: Alright, that's the first time you've agreed with me. Going to mark down this date.
Carter and the Yest Men aren't discouraged for long. Soon they're clapping again. And the Yes Men are marching in the direction of Tyson Watts. Flustered and annoyed, he starts backpedaling. A finger waves in the direction of the referee.
The crowd jumps to their feet as there is much pyro and ballyhoo. Maybe some of the pyro is even in the shape of animals. But probably not. That's difficult to pull off indoors. Either way, it's impressive. There was much rejoicing. We cut in to greet the announcers at their table near the stage.
Alecia Matthews: Welcome to Animalize! Tonight we'll be finding our wild side.
Maxwell Dachs: It's nice of you to say that, but I'm not really interested.
Alecia Matthews: Will you shut up? What actually matters is that we have a huge card here tonight.
Maxwell Dachs: Absolutely. Sometimes you'll hear that a match is a main event anywhere in the world. That can be said of the show we have.
Alecia Matthews: Two title matches! And a main event of former champions.
Maxwell Dachs pops on yet another Kris Kash hat.
Maxwell Dachs: Another stroke of genius by our fearless leader!
Alecia slaps it off his head by the brim. Dachs is dejected.
Alecia Matthews: Quit shilling. Are you ready to head to the ring for our opening contest?
Maxwell Dachs: Do you expect me not to comment on that? Let me tell you--
"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: The following contest is for the WFWF Vanguard Championship! Introducing first, the challenger . . . from Hollywood, CA . . . weighing in at 234 . . . “The Eccentrix” Treeey Caaarter!
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)
'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. 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 the Yes Man trail behind him, as expected.
Maxwell Dachs: You know, this may be the first match we've ever seen where both corners have their own hype men. Even though Trey Carter will vastly outnumber Johnny Mason's.
Alecia Matthews: To be fair, Tyson Watts' volume matches the Yes Man.
Maxwell Dachs: I'll tell him you said that!
Oh, I'll never kill myself to save my soul
I was gone, but how was I to know?
I didn't come this far to sink so low
I'm finally holding on to letting go
I'll never kill myself to save my soul
I'm finally holding on to letting go
The song builds and builds, the vocals, drums and guitar until...
I'm finally holding on to letting go!!!
The banging of the drums are thick and the guitar rips through the speakers causing the arena to shake as the song continues to rip and shred, echoing into the sky.
Tyson Watts steps out from the curtain with the WFWF Vanguard Champion behind him. Mason holds his title above his head as Watts points at The Icebreaker, wailing and screaming off-screen.
Alecia Matthews: Do you want to change your mind about the volume yet?
Maxwell Dachs: He's a passionate man and I respect that.
Crista Adina: And his opponent is the WFWF Vanguard Champion . . . from Indianapolis, IN . . .weighing in at 220 pounds . . . JOHNNY MASON!
The bell sounds, which should be the start of the action. Before that happens, Carter keeps his distance, strutting around the ring and clapping. The Yes Men, as one would expect, are eating it up.
Trey Carter: I'M TREY CARTER!
The Yes Men: HE'S TREY CARTER!
Trey Carter: AND I!
The Yes Men: AND HE!
Tyson Watts: NEEDS TO SHUT THE HELL UP!
The reverie is broken up by this sudden interruption, the Yes Men and Carter turning to look at who did this. For once, it feels like an uncoordinated gesture.
Maxwell Dachs: It's kind of amazing how none of them need mics.
Alecia Matthews: Would you agree now about the volume?
Maxwell Dachs: It does feel like a Melvins concert, not going to lie.
Alecia Matthews: Alright, that's the first time you've agreed with me. Going to mark down this date.
Carter and the Yest Men aren't discouraged for long. Soon they're clapping again. And the Yes Men are marching in the direction of Tyson Watts. Flustered and annoyed, he starts backpedaling. A finger waves in the direction of the referee.
Tyson Watts: Stop them! They're nuts! You, stop them right now!
The referee just shrugs. Not his clowns, not his circus.
In the middle of all this, Johnny Mason has finally had enough. When Carter's eyes are away from him, he pounces, executing a double leg takedown on the man. With him down, Mason lays in the forearms. Carter covers up the best he can, but a few blows land. Finally he blocks and is able to slide away and out of the ring.
Alecia Matthews: In case we forgot, there is a match going on.
Maxwell Dachs: Trey Carter didn't forget. But it is a good moment to regroup.
Carter regroups with his Yes Men surrounding him. Tyson Watts takes this chance to back up as far away into the opposite corner as he can.
Trey Carter: I'VE GOT THIS!
The Yes Men: HE'S GOT THIS!
Carter makes his way back into the ring, and for the first time they lock up. He gets the advantage, pushing Mason back into the corner. It looks like he'll give Mason a clean break, but instead he socks him in the jaw. With Mason stunned, Carter drags him into the middle of the ring and plants him with a DDT. The Yes Men go wild.
The Yes Men: NEW CHAMP! NEW CHAMP!
Carter makes the cover.
1 . . .
Quick kickout from Mason.
Alecia Matthews: It's going to take a lot more than that to beat Johnny Mason.
Maxwell Dachs: Can't blame him for trying. Plus, he got lots of encouragement.
Mason is still stunned enough for Carter to pounce again. He lifts Mason up for a pumphandle slam, but Mason slips out the back door. Mason hits a dropkick to the back of Carter's legs, dropping him to his knees. Mason bounces off the ropes, and catches him this time with a knee strike. This sends Carter down to the mat.
Tyson Watts: Still the champ!
Alecia Matthews: Everyone outside the ring is going to give me a headache.
Carter stumbles to his feet, getting closer to the ropes. Mason connects with another dropkick, this time sending him over the ropes and out of the ring. It doesn't work out too badly, though, as the Yes Men catch up. He crowd surfs among them. Tyson Watts has had enough.
Tyson Watts: Enough! Get them away. You've got to be kidding me.
The Yes Men place Carter back on to the apron, at which point the referee begins the fruitless attempt at negotiations. They appear to have filibuster power.
Mason suplexes Carter back into the ring, but Carter lands on his feet. Quickly grabbing his waist, he hits Mason with a release german suplex. He seems all set for another, but is rocked with a European uppercut. Stunned Mason, rolls him up for a small package . . .
But the referee is still with The Yes Men. Quickly, Carter is able to reverse the small package in his favor.
Alecia Matthews: This momentary distraction may give Carter the victory!
But Tyson Watts has other ideas. He rolls into the ring and reverses the small package again in Mason's favor. Just as he rolls out of the ring, he calls the referee's attention. It works.
1!
2!
3!
The bell sounds.
Mason jumps to his feet, and Tyson Watts is immediately on the apron with the belt. He's slapping him on the back and this apparent crowning victory.
Alecia Matthews: That's one way to get a victory. Although I'm not sure it settled things.
Maxwell Dachs: I know I'd be up for a rematch. Just maybe with a little less hijinks.
Trey Carter and the entourage make their way to the back. The yes Men have become hecklers, booing as they head up the ramp.
Maxwell Dachs: One title match down, but still a big one left to go.
While Mason and Watts celebrate in the ring, the crowd comes unglued! Watts only eggs them on until he realizes the reason for such poppage.
Alecia Matthews: Look who it is!
The silver-haired Mesh, dressed in all black stands by herself atop the entrance ramp....and smirks.
Mason looks ready for a fight but Watts holds him back, the bulky man smiling as well which only plants the seeds for the inevitable confrontation.
The thousand-yard stare goes on until we cut to Alecia Matthews and Maxwell Dachs.
Alecia Matthews: Hey Maxwell, I have a question for you. Given that it's Animalize, what animal would you say you are?
Maxwell Dachs: I'd say a honey badger. Do you know why?
Alecia Matthews: No. We're not doing this.
Maxwell Dachs: I'll tell you why!
Alecia Matthews: No. You cannot. This joke is like ten years old now. Maybe longer.
Maxwell Dachs: Because I just don't care!
Alecia Matthews: Dear god. Well, we'll be right--
Suddenly, the arena lights go out. They're only out for a few seconds, but during that time, a ruckus can be heard going on with Maxwell Dachs.
Alecia Matthews: Maxwell, what's going on? I can't see a damn thing.
When the lights come back on, he's holding on to his neck. His tie is now loose. He tries to speak but gasps for air for a moment before he is able.
Maxwell Dachs: Somebody grabbed me . . . and told me . . . to say that someone was debuting soon and it would happen when we least expect it.
Alecia Matthews: What did they look like?
Maxwell Dachs: How the hell would I know? I couldn't see a thing.
Alecia Matthews: We'll try to regain our composure and will be right back.
Alecia Matthews: We're back, and I have to ask you how you're feeling.
Dachs winces and holds his neck.
Maxwell Dachs: You know, I think I might have a lawsuit.
Alecia Matthews: Yeah, good luck getting money out of Kash. Let's go to the ring.
The thrashing metal guitar riffs of "Gimme Chocolate" by Babymetal deafen everyone in the arena. "The Cleaner" Billy Broom comes out on stage in ripped jean shorts with a plaid hoodie but with no mop this time. He looks focused as he makes his way to the ring. His wrists are bandaged in long, white tape.
Christa Adina: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and it is for the WFWF International Championship! Introducing first... from Pittsburgh, PA... weighing in at 240 lbs... "The Cleaner" Billy Broooooooom!
Maxwell Dachs: Sooooo, this might be the biggest match of The Broomster’s career.
Alecia Matthews: Indeed, but he has worked awfully hard to get to this moment: he had to initially prove himself, then he beat Tugarin Zmey; something that had never been done before!
Maxwell Dachs: He also beat up two college kids and somehow, walked away a free man.
Alecia Matthews: ………….
The Janitor slides under the bottom rope. The music fades, and he frenetically paces in the corner, awaiting the arrival of his opponent.
A screaming distortion tears through the arena, building in ferocity to an ear piercing crescendo. Every white light in the arena flashes in strobe for a full 10 seconds, disorienting the audience, until finally the sludgy guitar riff of "MK7" kicks in amidst a myriad of howling vocals. As the song jumps into gear the lights stop flickering and a number of bright spot-lamps all point to the exact same location at the top of the ramp, lighting up the man the people paid to see, Drakz – with only the International Championship in his possession.
Christa Adina: And his opponent, from Leeds, England by way of Chicago, Illinois, weighing in at 226 pounds, he is your WFWF International Champion AND WFWF World Heavyweight Champion……Draaaaakz!
Alecia Matthews: And there he is – the man who many call “The Greatest of All-Time” whose career could very well end here tonight.
Maxwell Dachs: Lightning never strikes the same place twice; Billy got lucky with Zmey. I’m sorry but I don’t see the career of The Streak Destroyer Destroyer Destroyer ending here.
Alecia Matthews: After Billy pinned Zmey, I learned to not write him off so easily.
Maxwell Dachs: Well….prepare to be disappointed then.
The series of screens that surround the stage glow white as well, almost silhouetting Drakz as he bounces on his toes. He runs both hands up the sides of his head and then down his face, flicking them suddenly to either side of his body, fingers outstretched. In perfect unison a shower of silver pyro explodes either side of him and the stage screens turn to past footage of the man in action. The difference in light reveals him fully to the long-suffering crowd, who boo the ever living sh*t out of him.
Drakz makes his way towards the ring, laughing to himself as he's jeered and even grabbed at by the more cock sure members of the crowd. He slowly climbs the steel ring steps and then walks the length of the apron before mounting the second rope, raising the white strap above his head. Regardless of the fan’s hatred of him, his pose prompts a lightning storm of camera flashes and he can't help but laugh at the hypocrisy of it all. Holding the top rope, he springs over and into the ring where he begins stretching out his limbs, preparing for his fight against The Janitor.
The sold-out Cardiff International Arena isn’t big enough to contain the tension that’s in the air.
Alecia Matthews: There’s so much at stake here. Billy’s pride, Drakz’s career and the crowd is 100% behind The Broomster!
Maxwell Dachs: Ah ha! It stuck!
The two men slowly approach each other; Billy salivating like a rabid pitbull while Drakz, channeling his inner black-backed jackal leans back with a smirk on his face.
The referee simply known as Bambino motions for Drakz to hand over the belt. The champion hesitates, as if he had been the victim of theft recently.
The official in the striped shirt holds the WFWF International Championship above his head as the crowd, feeling the tension as well cheer and roar.
Alecia Matthews: Look at Billy’s face. He came here to fight.
Once the referee hands the belt to the timekeeper, the bell rings –
DING! DING! DING!
Alecia Matthews: BILLY EXPLODING OUT OF THE CORNER!
Not one to waste any time, Billy lunges at Drakz, trapping him in the corner in a hail of rights and lefts! Kicks to the gut leave Drakz vulnerable early on!
Alecia Matthews: This is exactly how Billy’s fight with Zmey started!
Maxwell Dachs: Enough about the freakin’ pretzel! That won’t happen again!
Despite Drakz being on the receiving end of a Billy Broom beatdown, the cameraman catches the double-champion…..grinning.
Alecia Matthews: Is Drakz smiling??
Maxwell Dachs: Those punches couldn’t knock the frosting off a cupcake. You really think those will do any damage to the champion??
Billy grabs Drakz by the throat and tosses him to the opposite side of the ring! Drakz crawls away, shaking his head and grinning.
As Billy approaches him, Drakz kicks The Janitor in the gut and throws him shoulder-first into the ring post!
Maxwell Dachs: Aaaaaand just like that, Drakz puts down the rabid dog.
Drakz towers over Billy and shouts –
Drakz: You made your choice, Bilbo!
Drakz grabs the denim of Billy’s shorts and turns him around until Billy tackles Drakz to the ground! It doesn’t last long however, since the champion is able to free himself, rolling under the bottom rope.
Billy immediately stands up, dukes up.
Drakz grins and paces back-and-forth with his hands on his waist, mouthing words to himself.
Drakz: I gave you a choice, William!
The image of Billy standing tall with his fists up causes the crowd to cheer!
BILLY!
BILLY!
BILLY!
BILLY!
As the champion bickers to himself, Billy runs the ropes….
Alecia Matthews: SUICIDE – NO!!!!
Billy risked it all and came back with nothing as Drakz took one step to the right, moving out of the way. As Billy favors his head, Drakz nods again, tapping the side of his head.
Maxwell Dachs: Billy’s impulsiveness will be his downfall. Mark my words. Drakz is playing him like a fiddle.
Drakz scoops Billy and whips him into the steel ring steps.
Drakz: All you had to do was wrestle me, William!
Drakz throws Bully back inside the squared circle and brutally beats him down with stiff punches and kicks to the ribs. With The Janitor on his knees, Drakz drills him with Muay Thai-style knees but Billy refuses to go down!
Drakz then follows up with forearms to the side of the head before taunting the crowd -
Drakz: I’m THE champion! I’m THE main event!
He turns to face Billy again and punches him, turning his back to his opponent again.
Drakz: I’m THE champion! I’m THE main event!
When Drakz goes to punch Billy again, The Janitor lunges his body forward –
Alecia Matthews: Headbutt from Billy!
A headbutt will hurt anyone, especially someone of Drakz’s stature. Billy capitalizes on the moment and tackles Draz to the mat! Unlike last time, Billy manages to land a few shots to the champion’s face! The champion scurries to the ropes, forcing Billy to break the hold.
The referee known as Bambino tries to keep Billy back, but the old dog wants to pounce. Drakz remains on all fours with his hand on the ropes. Growing frenzied, Billy shoves the referee aside but Drakz tugs on the third rope, sending him tripping to the outside!
Maxwell Dachs: Drakz is a genius. You see what he did there, right?
Alecia Matthews: Yes.
Maxwell Dachs: Drakz has gotten Billy so pissed that The Broomster isn’t thinking clearly.
Alecia Matthews: Billy needs to relax and realize what’s at the stake.
The cameraman captures Drakz, again grinning from ear-to-ear as Billy walked into another trap. Rather than take the fight to him, Drakz gets up and leans back in the corner, telling the referee to start the count.
The crowd boos!
Alecia Matthews: The level of disrespect!
Maxwell Dachs: Not really. The match is beneath someone like Drakz and getting a count-loss will only serve to humiliate Billy even more.
1!
2!
3!
Although he’s conscious, Billy stays down. His once-rapid breathing has slowed down. Those in the front row can be heard shouting words of encouragement at Billy! When he gets up, he walks over to those in the front row where one of the fans hands him a bottle of water. The Janitor spills it on himself, dousing his flesh with the cold water to put out the flames.
4!
5!
6!
The fans tap Billy on the shoulder and keep shouting their support as he turns around, now much calmer and slides back in the ring.
Drakz remains leaning back in the corner but doesn’t react to Billy’s demeanor. The two combatants then start circling the ring, not taking their eyes off one another. Drakz mouths words and makes sexual gestures at Billy to rile him up once again but Billy remains stoic.
Rather – they lock up! Billy is clearly exerting more force than Drakz but that doesn’t mean that he allows Billy to gain the upper hand. In Drakz’s carelessness, Billy manages to get a knee up, drilling Drakz in the gut!
The hold is broken, and Billy goes to town!
Alecia Matthews: Billy on the attack! If he can keep this up, Billy could capitalize here!
Clubbing blows to the back from The Janitor until he transitions behind Drakz, bringing him down with a judo takedown! Billy then mounts Drakz, going for a ground-and-pound.
Grabbing a handful of Drakz’s silky hair, Billy clinches his fists tight as he drills Drakz in the face! One after another, he keeps the pressure on the champion to fight back.
Alecia Matthews: Billy isn’t backing down!! He has brought a fight to Drakz since the bell rang!
Maxwell Dachs: Drakz can get in the head of anyone. Let Broomster think that he stands a chance here but once Drakz gets his claws into him, he’ll won’t let go and that’s when he’ll finish The Broomster.
Alecia Matthews: Yeah but – PALM STRIKE BY DRAKZ!
The move stuns Billy as blood trinkles from his nose.
Maxwell Dachs: Aaaaand with one move, Drakz is in control again.
Billy crawls away, leaving a trail of blood in his wake. And like the jackal, Drakz smells it.
He stomps on Billy’s back and hands, resulting in Billy’s screaming in pain. As The Janitor uses the ropes as leverage, Drakz picks him up -
Alecia Matthews: BILLY WITH A LEG CHOKE!!
Maxwell Dachs: Where did he pull that out of??
The champion suddenly falls to the mat, struggling to breathe as Billy’s massive calves constrict around Drakz’s neck! Billy jerks his body forward, causing the pressure to increase, leaving Drakz hopeless! The referee known as Bambino is in perfect position!
Alecia Matthews: IMAGINE IF DRAKZ WERE TO TAP??? IMAGINE IF DRAKZ WERE TO TAP???
The lower face of Billy’s face was smeared with blood with his teeth breaking through the crimson sludge by shouting, screaming at Drakz to submit!
Billy Broom: Quit! Quit, you motherf**ker!! QUIT!!!
Drakz’s legs flail out from underneath Billy as he struggles to break free!
The crowd goes banana!
BILLY!
BILLY!
BILLY!
BILLY!
BILLY!
When Bambino asks if he wants to quit, Drakz responds in Drakz fashion: the middle finger.
The champion suddenly manages to turn over, leaving Billy on his chest! The hold is more in Drakz’s favor now as Billy is forced to hold on to his legs for pressure. He slowly manages to get to his feet and nails Billy at his side, forcing him to loosen his grip.
An audible cough can be heard as Drakz tries to catch his breath, but Billy is already fighting back, kicking his legs out behind him! More stiff shots to the side tame the wild pitbull where Drakz swiftly picks Billy up onto his shoulders!
The flashes from cameras and phones flicker rapidly as Drakz spins Billy in circles, hoisted on his shoulders!
Alecia Matthews: BILLY WITH THE ROLL-UP!!!
Maxwell Dachs: How?!
1!
2!
Drakz kicks out!
Drakz kicks out!
HOLY S**T!
HOLY S**T!
HOLY S**T!
HOLY S**T!
Alecia Matthews: Billy was this close, Dachs! This close!
Drakz’s demeanor drastically changes; gone is the smirk, he looks focused. Determined, even.
Alecia Matthews: Drakz better take Billy seriously. His carelessness almost cost him his title – and career!
Maxwell Dachs: Okay, I’ll give The Broomster some credit; he’s resilient.
Alecia Matthews: Billy, arguable might be the toughest man on the roster! He might not have the technical prowess of most on the roster, but he has heart and it takes a lot to bring him down. Drakz HAS to respect that.
As Drakz catches his breath against the ropes –
Alecia Matthews: YAKUZA KICK FROM JOSH DEAN!!!
Maxwell Dachs: WHAT!? Where did he come from?
The crowd pops at the sudden appearance of “The Franchise”!
Drakz bolts away from the ropes, favoring his head where Billy capitalizes
Alecia Matthews: POP-UP POWERBOMB!!! CAN BILLY DO IT?!
The crowd loses their s**t.
Even Bambino is shocked, jumping due to the impact of Billy’s finisher!
Billy hooks the leg!
1!
2!
Drakz kicked out!
Alecia Matthews: Are you kidding me!?!
Billy can’t believe it either!
Billy, not wanting to lose any momentum charges towards Drakz but is met with a kick to the gut!
Alecia Matthews: Needle Damage!
Maxwell Dachs: He’s done.
the crowd groans as the instant replay clearly shows Billy being spiked on his head.
Drakz slumps across Billy’s body.
1!
2!
3!
DING! DING! DING!
Christa Adina: Here is your winner and STILL the WFWF International Champion…..Drakz!
Bambino grabs the International Championship and hands it back to its rightful owner. Drakz raises the belt above his head, knowing full well he came this close tonight. He then turns to see Franchise fuming.
The sight of seeing his biggest nemesis fuming brings the grin back to Drakz’s face.
The following broke everyone –
Alecia Matthews: Is….Drakz offering to shake Billy’s hand?
Maxwell Dachs: Drakz knows how lucky he is to still be the champ, so he has to give props to Billy. That’s what the champion does.
Alecia Matthews: I dunno, I don’t trust him.
The crowd watches on, stunned at the sight. Drakz extending his hand out towards Billy but he isn’t having it. The champion mouths words to Billy as he corners The Janitor, eager to show his respect.
Billy gets himself up but then approaches Drakz, getting right in his face.
Drakz mouths words that, for once doesn’t escalate the situation.
Billy nods and the two eternal rivals seem to come to an agreement.
Even Franchise is bewildered, his brow cocked upwards, unsure of what to make of Drakz’s sudden change of heart.
Drakz, without taking his eyes off Billy raises his arm in respect….and the crowd cheers for both men!
Alecia Matthews: I don’t believe this…..did Drakz just……show respect to Billy??
The cameras are out again, documenting this once-in-a-lifetime moment but then –
Alecia Matthews: OH! Son of a bitch!!
Maxwell Dachs: You can’t be serious, Matty. You seriously thought that Drakz wouldn’t turn??
Once Billy is in sights, Drakz hit him again with Needle Damage, his eyes fixated on Josh Dean.
And the crowd is pissed! A buzzing swarm of boos fill the air as Drakz grins, nearly chuckling.
Franchise paces from side-to-side watching Drakz get his comeuppance, as always.
But the champion isn’t done yet. He scoots out of the rings and grabs a chair.
SMACK!
Franchise doesn’t flinch.
Alecia Matthews: What the hell??
Maxwell Dachs: Did Billy just…..forget? Drakz always gets the last laugh!
SMACK!
A brutal chairshot to the head of The Janitor!
Bambino gets one for just being there.
SMACK!
Another shot to the dome before Billy goes down!
Drakz continues to violently assault Billy, beating him repeatedly with the chair until it’s bent.
The cameraman catches Drakz with a s**t-eating grin on is face. He then goes to the outside, shoves Christa Adina to the floor and grabs her chair.
As Billy refuses to say die, he shows signs of life but Drakz doesn’t care.
DING! DING! DING! DING! DING!
The timekeeper tries to restore order like a judge to the chaotic scene taking place, but it does nothing.
He crushes Billy’s head with a chair. Repeatedly.
Alecia Matthews: Okay, somebody stop this! Drakz is trying to kill Billy!
With each hit, Billy’s body convulses. As Drakz stops to admire his handiwork, there’s a blood smear on the chair.
DING! DING! DING! DING! DING!
Alecia Matthews: Security! Anyone! Stop this please!!
Then, Drakz sees Franchise, fuming. He raises the chair above his head and finishes the job, Drakz not taking his eyes off Franchise as he gives Billy the Joel treatment.
The sight of Billy clinging to life as blood pours from his head is enough to start a riot, but arena security are focused on them and not the safety and health of a world champion.
That being Drakz.
