WFWF Fright Night - Results (November 26th, 2020)

Again, he toys with the crowd, waving his finger around like he's casting spells right out of Harry Potter until he picks another lucky contestant.

I hope he picks me.

Kris Kash: You. Yeah, the one with the Frank Lynn shirt.

A lanky man with tattoos, full of energy hops the barricades and joins Kris in the ring.

Kris Kash: Well, look at you! I'm guessing your favorite wrestler is Frank Lynn?

Fan: YEAHHHHHHH!

The crowd erupts into a explosive chant for The Lethal Weapon!

FRANK!

FRANK!

FRANK!

FRANK!

Kris smiles but the viewers at home can tell that he's a bit irked considering Frank Lynn was the first man in the WFWF to lay his greasy d**kbeaters on him.

Kris Kash: Okay, okay Frank's not here okay? This is about my money, okay? What's your name, slugger?

Fan: Richard.

Kris Kash: Is that your government name?

Richard: What?

Kris Kash: Nevermind.

Kris clears his throat.

Kris Kash: Question #2 and remember - this is for £1,000.00! Which of these are actual Hellraiser titles?

Deader?

Hellworld?

Judgment?

Revelations?

Almost immediately, Richard looks puzzled.

Richard: Umm....those are all Hellraiser titles, mate.

Kris' eyes veer up to him and he smirks again.

Kris Kash: You're right. I didn't pick you because you look like the type that still lives with your parents.

The crowd boos!

Kris Kash: I picked you for that shirt.

He points at the Frank Lynn logo adorned on Richard's shirt.

Kris Kash: Now if you all recall - Frank Lynn attacked me a few months and I'm still kinda salty about it. Now -

Richard: We all know why he attacked you though.

Kris Kash: Oh? Why's that?

Richard: Because you're a bitch.

Alecia Matthews: Oh my!

Maxwell Dachs: I'm......I'm speechless.

The sold-out Marshall Arena all ooh and ahh as they point at Kris, laughing.

The chants for The Lethal Weapon begin again!

FRANK!

FRANK!

FRANK!

FRANK!

FRANK!

FRANK!

Kris chuckles at the witty remark from that basement dweller until he snaps his fingers.

The Kash Industries Militia suddenly surround the fan and violently assault him!

Alecia Matthews: Oh, come on! This has gone too far!

Maxwell Dachs: When you're the boss, you can do anything.

Alecia Matthews: Like beat up a paying customer?!

Maxwell Dachs: Hey.....guy has poor taste.

Alecia Matthews: ...........

The crowd becomes frenzied as the arena security are out in droves to prevent another riot from happening!

Kris grips the microphone until his knuckles turn white, getting off on the sight of a twig being snapped into millions of pieces.

Kris Kash: NO ONE touches me. NO ONE.

Kris breaks through the boot party and rips the fan's shirt for good measure. He makes another gesture as his militia all hoist Richard in the air like in the end of Joker - before they throw him to the outside!

Kris Kash: You know what? You don't deserve MY money. NONE of you do.

Trash is now being thrown in the ring.

Kris Kash: I try to be a nice guy but then you have beta males like Richard over there that try and assert their dominance in MY kingdom. That's what happens when you mess with the lion and -

Kasey Kash: What you fail to understand, is I know the one thing you don't want getting out Kris. I know the one thing that could set your empire you've built around you crashing to the floor around you... I'll send you to where I was when YOU abandoned me. The middle of nowhere... with no one around... and nothin' of my name. Consider this a threat Kris... because my voice WILL be heard... and YOU will be exposed for the slimy little b*tch I always knew you were. You can't keep those skeletons in your closet forever... I will expose you... 



Kris.

Kash.

Is.

Furious.

Not only was he insulted on HIS show, the thorn at his side makes another unwarranted appearance.

Kris Kash: FIND. HIM. NOW.

He orders his militia to storm the backstage area to find Kasey as the million-dollar stud throws the microphone on the mat. He joins his army in the powerwalk backstage.

Alecia Matthews: That is NOT how a leader is supposed to act.

Maxwell Dachs: But that's why he's such a great leader - because he's so unconventional!

Alecia Matthews: More like...he's insecure and can't handle criticism.

Maxwell Dachs: Better watch out, Matty or he might get the militia on you too.

Alecia Matthews: I'd like to see him try.

Maxwell Dachs: Gosh, you're so hot.

Alecia Matthews: Ugh....can we move on, please? I think we should highlight the many fan submission that we got for tonight's show.

Maxwell Dachs: A natural commentator but yes, let's do that.

Alecia Matthews: How many submissions did we receive?

Maxwell Dachs: One. There was, however this giant thread in the comments about Captain Spaulding, Pennywise and Clown but then it evolved into getting Rambo and The Terminator involved and then it became a full-fledged Mortal Kombat discussion between two users.

Alecia Matthews: One? Wow. I guess I expected more.

Maxwell Dachs: Take it from me, Matty - never get your hopes up in this business.

Alecia Matthews: Well.....let's hope that the ONE submission is a memorable one.

Maxwell Dachs: All's well that ends well.

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We come back to Milton Keynes to a roaring crowd - the biggest, most hearty laugh of 2020.

Alecia Matthews: It's scary accurate. That was submitted to us by the Twitter user, @ball_lightning. Thank you, expect your complementary free WFWF shirt as a prize in the mail!

Maxwell Dachs: ................

Alecia Matthews: Aww, what's wrong? Has your ego taken a pounding too?

Maxwell Dachs: ...........

Alecia Matthews: I love that you were made to look like a fool.

Maxwell Dachs: No, no it's not my portrayal.....it's just...... who would boo Jason Mraz??

Alecia Matthews: I'm....uhh.....what?

Cut to backstage where we see Tyson Watts shirtless.

Tyson Watts: This is your night, Icebreaker! 

Johnny Mason, mid-squat shakes his head.

Johnny Mason: How many times do I have to tell you....DON'T call me that.

Tyson Watts: It's marketing, baby. Look at all the awesome shirt designs that have been made for you!

Johnny Mason: I don't care about shirts. I'm here to wrestle.

The backstage area for Watts and Mason is littered with plates of food everywhere and various neon colored pants, hanging in a line for Watts to choose from.

Tyson Watts: You're the Vanguard Champion. You are the one that is defining this title and making it mean something. You've accomplished way more than the last two "champions" did combined. Raggedy Anne and Machine Girl -

The mere mention of Mesh causes Mason to stop squatting and get in Watts' face.

Johnny Mason: That's bulls**t and you know it. You hear what everyone says and you see what they say online; I'm not a real champion.

Tyson Watts: This is why I laid the challenge out for her. The ball is in her court and if she refuses, then we know -

Suddenly, the monitor in the back starts to flicker on and off until a glitched image is plastered on it.



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The monitor reverts back to its usual state as the cameraman catches Watts smiling, almost beaming.

Tyson Watts: Looks like we have a match.

As we return, we're greeted to the WFWF's official interviewer Katherine Fabe who occupies the middle of the ring.

Kay Fabe: Ladies and Gentlemen, please welcome my guest ... EBR!

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.

Alecia Matthews: This should be a very interesting interview involving EBR. It's his first appearance since Penny Shannon's vicious attack after defeating him at Animalize, and if we know anything about EBR, it's that he should have plenty to say regarding it.

Maxwell Dachs: I bet he's mad.

Alecia Matthews: Insightful analysis.

Maxwell Dachs: I speak from experience, Matty. I was once attacked after a match had ended. You know how I felt?

Alecia Matthews: Were you mad?

Maxwell Dachs: I was mad.

Walking down the ramp EBR reaches the steel steps and climbs them before entering the ring. Very little use for theatrics when you're just talking, one can presume. The music dies down and the lighting resumes as EBR remains in the ring with Kay Fabe, the crowd cheering his name.

Crowd: E-B-R! E-B-R! E-B-R!

Word.

Kay Fabe: Before we begin I'd like to thank you for agreeing to join me.

EBR: Of course. You asked and I thought it'd be rude to say no.

Kay Fabe: If you don't mind, I'd like to show the footage of the closing moments of your match with Penny Shannon. If everyone could please direct their attention to the TunaTron.

The closing moments of the main event of Animalize are rebroadcasted. EBR attempts the Back-Drop Driver, Penny Shannon is able to slip out underneath his legs and roll EBR up for the three count with the assistance of a handful of tights. The clips cuts to a few moments later, both standing in the ring and EBR offering a handshake which Penny begrudgingly shakes before swiftly kicking him in the groin. The clip cuts again, this time to Penny Shannon placing EBR's head on the steel steps and executing the Liberty Cap, driving his skull into them.

The camera returns to EBR and Kay Fabe in the ring, EBR watching intently.

Kay Fabe: First off, as I'm sure many are wondering, how are you feeling?

There's a somewhat hesitative pause before he leans into her microphone and answers.

EBR: ... Fine.

Kay Fabe: What is your response to what you just watched?

There's another pause before EBR leans into the microphone again.

EBR: Penny Shannon beat me.

At this point, largely influenced by his direct answers, it's become fairly evident EBR has little interest in participating in the interview and that he did in fact only accept because he thought it'd be rude not to. Nevertheless, he picks up on the awkward silence and expands on his answer.

EBR: I can confirm that yes, that was in fact me in that video clip who was pinned for the three count.

Kay Fabe: ... Right, just to erase any confusion, these questions are related to what happened after the match.

EBR: You mean when she drove my head into the steel steps?

Kay Fabe: Yes.

EBR: Well ... I think that part is pretty much self explanatory. I'm here to discuss the match. I'll give her a lot of credit; I didn't think if she was going to counter the Back-Drop Driver that she would do so by dropping down and going through my legs, so naturally that caught me off balance and allowed her to gain just enough momentum to take me down and execute the school boy pin.

Kay Fabe: ... And the handful of tights?

EBR: Well ... I mean, my shoulders were down for three seconds so it is what it is. I'm not one to make excuses. The referee missed something, but we're all humans and we all make mistakes. I should never have let it come down to that in the first place.

Kay Fabe: So you really have nothing to say to Penny Shannon?

EBR: Of course I do. It's the reason I agreed to this interview in the first place because I figured the information will get back to her.

He looks directly into the camera.

EBR: Congratulations on the win. Let's do it again at SuperBrawl.

The crowd cheers.

Woo!

Alecia Matthews: I must say Max, this is a very unexpected response from EBR.

Maxwell Dachs: Not totally so, Alecia. If you recall after the match I immediately proclaimed there would be a rematch. A certain color commentator saw this coming a mile away, and yes I am talking about myself but I deserve it.

Alecia Matthews: I was referring to EBR's generally passive demeanor.

Maxwell Dachs: The point is, I predicted how the future was going to go. Don't try and bury the lede. Don't do that.

With the crowd continuing to cheer, EBR nods his head in agreement. They should face again at SuperBrawl.

Kay Fabe: EBR ... just so we're clear, do you have anything to say regarding what Penny Shannon did to you after the match?

Once again taking a moment to think, EBR replies.

EBR: No. Not really, no.

Taking a cue from the disappointment on Katherine Fabe's face, EBR walks back his stance.

EBR: Okay ... look, if you haven't noticed I haven't said very much since I made my return here.

Kay Fabe: You have been uncharacteristically quiet.

EBR: It's by design. I'm a wrestler, okay? And I returned to wrestle. I'm letting my actions speak for me. Regarding Penny Shannon and what happened after the match ... I get it. I may not know the exact specifics, and I may not know exactly why ... I don't even really know if it was personal or not.

Long, contemplative pause.

EBR: Well ... after she had already won she kicked me in the testicles and drove my head into steel with an extraordinary amount of force ... so it seems pretty personal.

For the first time, his stoicism begins to crack and a fierce and piercing glare forms on his face. Not for long, but it was there.

EBR: Whatever her reasons ... I'm sure she had her reasons. As I said ... I get it. I've been there. All I'll really say is that's the type of nonsense that I think is beneath someone like Penny Shannon and she doesn't need to do that type of garbage to be successful. And just so we're clear? This isn't me saying this because it happened to me and it's sour grapes. Quite frankly, I've done a hell of a lot worse to a lot more people than what she did to me. As far as it goes regarding me ... I guess what goes around comes around. Personally, I just think it would be really ... disappointing, if someone as talented and skillful as Penny Shannon opts to go that route. But ... that's her business. She can do whatever she wants to do. But me? I didn't return to play games. I returned to wrestle, and that's just what I plan on doing.

After he finishes, there's a modest and respectful round of claps from the crowd after his surprisingly thoughtful answer. Kay Fabe nods in satisfaction. He came around. He's good like that.

Kay Fabe: Thank you for your time -

Without even giving EBR the dignity of finishing his statement, Bikini Kill’s “Rebel Girl” erupts through the speakers and not a moment later, we see Penny Shannon standing at the top of the entrance ramp. A cry of chorus of boos drown out the music, while a significant minority of the audience try to drown out the boos with her own applause. The Velocity Grrrl does not look pleased as she causally makes her way down to the ring, microphone in hand.

Penny Shannon: Cut the music.

Penny pauses now, standing back as the chorus of boos begin to thunderously reverberate all over the arena. Some have even take it upon themselves to begin chanting, “Not-A-Wo-Man-clap-clap-clap-clap-clap-Not-A-Wo-Man”. Penny licks her lips as she gazes high into the rafters.

Penny Shannon: You’re only proving me, and every other person that you’ve deemed a snowflake SJW right. I look out tonight, and while I’m sure there are a handful of beautiful, open-minded people out here tonight, all I see when I look at this crowd is nothing more than nationwide filled with narrow-minded, opinionated, selfish, and bucktoothed bigots who don’t have the nerve to look into the mirror to see how ugly they really are!

More boos

Penny Shannon: By the way, it’s not a good look. But then again, it’s probably why you spent hundreds of years enslaving indigenous people all over the world. You’re such a pathetic lot that you actually needed to enslave people to feel good about yourself- to feel united. You people are sick.

Booing intensifies

Penny Shannon: You can boo me all you want. But that isn’t going to change the fact that every single word coming out of my mouth tonight is true. You’re all horrible people. It’s why your country has been literal dumpster fire for the last few years. I can’t blame all good people trapped in here… Because the lot of you are so f**king repulsive that I just want to get into a black BMW and crash into a bridge at 88mphs, hoping the impact can grant me the sweet release of death worthy of a princess like myself.

Not-A-Wo-Man chanting intensifies

Penny Shannon: … TERFS.

The booing has escalated to such a feverish pace that arena security has doubled in the space around Penny, with several angry women with Karen hair-cuts and “IStandWithJK” signs trying to jump through the guard rail.

Penny Shannon: Oh sweeties, you’re only proving my point. Now, as much as I could get off antagonizing a bunch of TERFS all night, that’s not why I’m here. EBR, you and I have a score to settle. And this started long before I ever laced up a pair of boots and stepped inside a wrestling ring.

Penny casually begins her stroll down to the ring.

Penny Shannon: EBR, I hate you. I hate who you are. I hate everything you’ve accomplished. I hate everything you stand for. And the fact that you were welcomed back into the business with love, admiration, and open arms without any consideration for the careers you’ve ruined make me absolutely sick. But that’s okay… It’s okay, because your return has revealed the true culprits of a crime that has plagued this business for far too long: the fans.

A resounding boo spreads across the arena like a tidal wave, marked by opposing cheers scattered through the audience.

Penny Shannon: The same fans that cheer for you like so kind of hero are the same people who cheered on when Philip Schneider forced a shared of broken glass into my retina. The same fans that cheer for you are the same people who cheered for Drakz when he screwed John Dean out of the WFWF World Heavyweight Championship. The same fans that cheer you cheered on when a sociopathic entrepreneur betrayed and physically abused a nineteen-year-old girl who looked up to him.

Penny approaches the ring

Penny Shannon: But you know what’s the sickest of it all? It’s the fact that same people who cheered for you, are the same people who cheered on when a wife and mother was savagely kidnapped at a WFWF show back in 2006. And those very same people cheered you when you assaulted her several years later and left her with a debilitating injury that forced her end her career… All because you wanted to prove a point.

And with those words, the crowd erupts at an unexpected sight as Vanessa “Phoenix” McGurk rushes into the ring and assaults EBR with a chair shot across the back!

Alecia Matthews: Oh my God… She’s back!

Maxwell Dachs: It’s the former Women’s and International Champion, Vanessa McGurk, with a blatant assault on EBR!

Alecia Matthews: Blatant?! Don’t you remember what he did to her?! Penny is right. EBR intentionally injured Vanessa just to get to Wayne McGurk!

Maxwell Dachs: But that happened over a decade ago!

With a twisted smile, Penny Shannon rolls into the ring and greets Vanessa with the biggest hug in the world. The two women look down at EBR, who is just on the verge of pushing himself back up to his feet with Vanessa swings another violent chair shot across his back. EBR absorbs the brunt of the attack as his body writhes on instinct.

Penny Shannon: That’s for what you did to one of the most important people in my life! Vanessa isn’t just another legend. To me she’s more than that: she’s like a mother. Despite everything that’s happened, Vanessa took me in, accepted me for who I am, and made me feel like part of the family, and if there’s anything you learn when you spend enough time with the McGurks, it’s that you never f*ck with family. EBR, we’ll see you at SuperBrawl.

And with those words, Penny takes the chair from Vanessa and repeatedly slams it across EBR’s back. Quickly, Penny opens the chair just a quarter way through and places EBR’s need between both ends.

Maxwell Dachs: Oh no!

Alecia Matthews: This is exactly what EBR did to Vanessa over a decade ago!

Penny launches herself into the ropes, holding up her leg as she motions for a Liberty Cap, but Vanessa forces herself in front of Penny and stops her in her tracks, screaming out, “NO!”. Vanessa takes the mic as she looks down at EBR.

Vanessa McGurk: Save it for SuperBrawl.

Penny looks down at EBR, and then looks back up at Vanessa nodding. In that moment, Bikini Kill’s “Rebel Girl” rips back into the speakers as Penny and Vanessa embrace at the center of the ring. A chorus of boos envelops both women as they make their way out of the ring as medics and WFWF officials make a rush to the ring to assess EBR’s condition.

Alecia Matthews: So much to address but the friendly one-off between two WFWF legends has suddenly become very personal and I can't imagine what they'll do to each other at SuperBrawl.

Maxwell Dachs: This is years in the making and those are the best kind of fights. Vanessa is still a MILF though, oh boy.

Alecia Matthews: We have three matches now confirmed for the big show at Wembley Stadium; we have Mesh vs. Johnny Mason for the Vanguard Championship, we have the explosive EBR vs. Penny Shannon and the main event, of course being Josh Dean versus Drakz for all the gold.

Maxwell Dachs: All that's missing is the in-ring return of Maxwell Dachs!

Alecia Matthews: Anywayyyyyyy, we have had a strange night tonight here at WFWF Fright Night. But it's now time for our main event of the evening!



Maxwell Dachs: And what a highly anticipated match this has turned out to be!

Alecia Matthews: What my broadcast partner is alluding to is the explosive encounter at the Animalize post show press conference that seemingly fast tracked this matchup.

Maxwell Dachs: The hastag #arrestjoshdean became the campaign slogan used by our World Heavyweight Champion in recent weeks after this encounter, and it seems WFWF CEO Kris Kash has gotten on board.

Alecia Matthews: Even as much as I don't agree with Josh's actions, $500,000 is still pretty steep.

Maxwell Dachs: Why the hell are we even talking about Josh Dean's fine? We should be talking about the long awaited main event opportunity for our Vanguard Champion!

Alecia Matthews: Johnny Mason was certainly impressive in his most recent title defense against Trey Carter. But tonight, he takes a big step up in competition against "The Architect". Let's send it up to Christa Adina to get us started!

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.

The music plays for a moment before the WFWF Vanguard Champion Johnny Mason comes out from behind the curtain with his handler, Tyson Watts, holding the Vanguard Title in tow.

Christa Adina: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is your main event of the evening. Introducing first, being accompanied to the ring by Tyson Watts, from Indianapolis, Indiana. He weighs in at 220 pounds. He is the WFWF Vanguard Champion, "The Icebreaker" Johnny Mason!

Johnny is taking his time walking down to the ring, muttering something to himself as Tyson is sliding down the ramp beside him. Tyson is pumping Johnny up by holding his title in front of his face. Johnny smacks the sides of his head as he sprints up the steps. He enters the ring and throws both hands up as Tyson enters the ring behind him, holding the Vanguard Title up high. Johnny takes off his hoodie and tosses it into the corner. He backs up into the corner and leans against the turnbuckle, awaiting his opponent.

Alecia Matthews: Well Johnny Mason looks focused, and he better be.

The lights go out.

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

When the world gives you a raw deal

Set you off 'til you

Scream, "piss off, screw you"

When it talks to you like you don't belong

Or tells you you're in the wrong field

When something's in your mitochondrial

'Cause it latched on to you, like

As the beat kicks in, the stage illuminates with red and white strobe light as the camera focuses in on the stage.

Knock knock, let the devil in, malevolent

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

Screaming, "L-l-l-let us in"

L-l-lick like a salad bowl, Edgar Allen Poe

Bedridden, shoulda been dead a long time ago

Josh Dean strolls out onto the stage, staring at the crowd. He has the WFWF World Heavyweight Championship draped over his shoulder and his hood is over his head. He stops where the ramp meets the stage, laying the title down and smacking the ramp. Throwing his hood off, he explodes into his trademark spread arm pose as red and gold pyros shoot up toward the ceiling. He scoops up the title and tosses it across his shoulder before methodically walking down the ramp.

Christa Adina: And his opponent, from Atlanta, Georgia. He weighs in at 225 pounds. He is "The Architect" Josh Dean!

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

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

Of elephant manure

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

I went through hell with accelerants and blew up

My-my-myself again,

Alecia Matthews: And just like we expected, Josh Dean is coming out here with the WFWF World Heavyweight Championship in his possession.

Maxwell Dachs: Could this be the night that Drakz takes back his property and puts an end to all of this?

Alecia Matthews: My early reports are saying that Drakz isn't here tonight. But he may want to pay close attention to this match as he and Josh are on a collision course for SuperBrawl!

Maxwell Dachs: How is it that only YOU have reports on where Drakz is? Did you like, date him once or something?

Alecia Matthews: Oh, shut up.

He reaches the floor and stares out into the crowd once again, and gets a bounce in his step as he turns towards the steps.

Volkswagen, tailspin

Bucket matches my pale skin, mayo and

Went from Hellmann's and being rail thin, Filet-o-Fish

Scribble Jam, Rap Olympics '97 Freaknik

How can I be down? Me and Bizarre in Florida

Proof's room slept on floor of 'da motel then

Upon reaching the steps, he sprints up to the apron. Grabbing the rope, he steps one foot in and looks at the crowd, taking a moment to engage their reactions.

Dr. Dre said, "Hell yeah"

And I got his stamp like a postcard, word to Mel-Man

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

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

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

Because they're gonna taste my

Venom!

Josh climbs into the ring and and adopts his spread arm pose, walking all the way to the opposite side ropes.

Alecia Matthews: For the first time since February 8, 2017, Josh Dean is about to compete in a WFWF match.

(I got that) Adrenaline momentum (venom)

Not knowing when I'm

Ever gonna slow up and I'm

He walks over to the announce table side ring post and climbs up to the second rope. He adopts his spread arm pose while letting a primal roar before raising the World Heavyweight Title above his head. He brings the title back to his shoulder and hops off the turnbuckle. He turns around before removing his hoodie and staring down Johnny Mason, who looks poised to rush.

Ready to snap any moment-um

Thinkin' it's time to go get 'em

They ain't gonna know what hit 'em

(When they get bit with the)

The music dies down. The bell rings and Johnny sprints across the ring as expected. Josh ducks under quickly and scoops Johnny up, slamming him down to the mat with an emphatic double leg!

Maxwell Dachs: Well, Johnny Mason wanted to start fast.

Alecia Matthews: That's Josh Dean using his decided experience advantage to set the pace. That quick burst should tell everyone that his speed is still there.

Maxwell Dachs: He knew Mason would come out hard. And while he may still be fast, after that much time away his pace is going to be very telling.

After a scramble, Johnny is now in the front headlock position. He is fighting the hands... and Josh pushes off, completely disengaging. He steps back and motions for Johnny to return to his feet. Johnny slowly makes his way to a standing position, thumbing the tip of his nose as he looks to circle the former World Heavyweight Champion. They tie up, and it's Johnny who manages to drive Josh back towards the corner. Josh spins and reverses Johnny into the corner. He releases and Johnny hits, then takes him over with an arm drag takedown off the rebound. Josh, the wily veteran, goes to work on the arm, manipulating the wrist to coax Johnny over to his stomach. Johnny rolls out and connects with a big forearm to the jaw! Josh takes a step back as Johnny motions.

Johnny Mason: Come on!

Alecia Matthews: And Johnny Mason is definitely fired up!

Maxwell Dachs: I understand that Johnny feels like Josh is trying to clown him in the opening minutes of the match. But the last thing you want to do is give The Architect space!

They circle and Josh raises his arms up to invite Johnny to attack the midsection. Johnny smirks as he steps into a hard roundhouse kick to the ribs. Josh returns fire with a stinging low kick to the inside of the front leg. Johnny steps back and raises his leg to check a hip feint. Josh closes the distance before sweeping the legs out with a big low kick and Johnny hits the deck! Josh grabs a side headlock as Johnny returns to his feet. Johnny backs up to the ropes and shoots Josh off... NOPE, Josh holds onto the side headlock and takes Johnny down with a side headlock takedown into side control! Pinning combination,

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Johnny shoots the shoulder up and maneuvers his legs to catch a head scissors, driving hips upward to alleviate the pressure. Josh releases the side headlock and turns, posting up in a headstand position before popping his head out. Roundhouse kick to the face coming. Johnny ducks it and Josh hits the ropes. As Johnny sits up, he is blasted with a low angle Yakuza Kick the the back of the head! Johnny immediately clutches the back of his head and Josh is on the move! He hits the adjacent ropes and jumps up, hanging in the air for a moment before coming down across Johnny's head and neck with a big knee drop! Cover by Josh,

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Kickoff by Johnny

Alecia Matthews: And in a blink of an eye, Josh has strung together a series of high impact offense to gain the upper hand!

Maxwell Dachs: He really is the best at chaining moves together in quick succession. Johnny Mason had no time to even brace himself!

Alecia Matthews: Did I just hear you give Josh Dean credit?

Maxwell Dachs: Please don't make me do it again, Alecia. I just about threw up in my mouth for that compliment.

Back to the action, where Josh is in control with an outside wrist flex. Back to the ropes they go. Irish whip into the ropes and Johnny crashes into Josh with a shoulder block. Josh is still upright and Johnny hits the ropes. He charges in and Josh ole's him over the top rope. Johnny lands on his feet. Josh comes over to the ropes and Johnny is ready with a rope assisted enziguri. Josh staggers back and Johnny climbs back into the ring and charges at Josh, who lights him up with a knife edge chop. Johnny returns fire with a knife edge chop and a big forearm. Johnny with a swing, and Josh rolls under and connects with a big knee to the gut to double him over, followed by a nasty Side Russian Legsweep! Float over into a lateral press,


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Johnny kicks out and rolls to the outside. Tyson comes over to check on his man, trying to calm him down. Josh gets a wide smile on his face as he backs up to the ropes. He sprints off the ropes towards Tyson and Johnny. They don't know he has exploded and leaped over the top rope!

Maxwell Dachs: Incoming!

Johnny and Tyson look up to see Josh in flight. Tyson moves out of the way, but Johnny catches the brunt of a no hand Somersault Plancha! Johnny hits the deck hard as Josh lands on his feet! Josh is pumped as he backs Tyson up before turning his attention to cameraman at ringside. He gets up close and personal.

Josh Dean: There's levels to this sh*t!

He points back at the downed Vanguard Champion.

Josh Dean: Watch close, Isaac. You're next!

Alecia Matthews: And Josh is making it clear who he wants to watch this!

Maxwell Dachs: Drakz has got better things to do than watch Josh Dean wrestle. He already knows what Josh brings to the table.

Alecia Matthews: He does, and that's why you could argue that he's scared.

Josh goes back to work on Johnny, grabbing him by the back of the head. He rolls Johnny in the ring and climbs onto the apron. Tyson comes around the side and Josh turns his attention to him. Tyson puts on the brakes and starts to back up. Josh turns his attention back to Johnny, who is standing back up. Josh springboards to the top rope and jumps off, catching Johnny with a missile dropkick. Johnny rolls backwards toward the ropes, but Josh slaps the mat in frustration.

Alecia Matthews: I don't think Josh got that as cleanly as he wanted!

Maxwell Dachs: Maybe those legs aren't as strong anymore.

Johnny pulls himself up by the ropes and Josh starts to stalk. Josh grabs ahold of Johnny in a standing arm triangle. Uranage on the way and Johnny fights it off with a couple back elbows. Josh releases and Johnny connects with a huge elbow to the face! Josh staggers back and Johnny charges in and hits a big swinging neckbreaker! Cover by the Vanguard Champ,

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Kickout by Josh!

Johnny is on the attack now as he stands up and stomps the ankle of the Architect. Josh bends his leg to keep the ankle from knotting up. He uses his other leg to tie up Johnny's leg and he rotates around to look for a single leg takedown. Johnny shakes off the initial drive and as Josh looks for the second effort, Johnny cuts it off by stomping the hand! OUCH, THAT SH*T HURTS! As Josh makes his way back to his feet, he is shaking his hand. This gives Johnny time to line him up before punting him in the ribs!

Alecia Matthews: What a big shot! I don't think we expected to see Johnny Mason being the one to take the deliberate approach in this match, especially with how the match started.

Maxwell Dachs: I think you undervalue how good Tyson Watts is at his job! He has Johnny Mason prepared to endure those quick explosions from Josh Dean and then wear him out by testing that cardio. All he had to do was calm him down.

Alecia Matthews: That is an interesting take, and it may be true as The Vanguard Champion is in control of the number one contender!

Maxwell Dachs: Yeah, a position he has no right to be in. Do we not have a statue of limitation around here? That's what Drakz should be asking!

Back to the action, where Johnny has Josh down for a lateral press,

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Kickout by Josh!

Johnny looks over at Tyson, who is clapping for him like the bad cheerleader that he is. Tyson is mouthing instructions as Johnny nods and immediately grabs the hair and pulls Josh to his feet. Without hesitation, Johnny drives a shoulder into Josh's gut and drives him back into the corner. Nothing fancy about it, but it's effective as you can see Josh taking some deep breaths. Johnny raises up slowly, big european uppercut lands! Whip out of the corner into the opposite buckle and Johnny follows up with a big flying clothesline. Josh isn't down, but he's on skates as Johnny catches him with a right cross along the ropes. Johnny takes a step back, charges in and Josh elevates him up and over the top. Johnny lands on the apron and grabs at the face, before snapping the back of Josh's head across the top rope! Nasty whiplash as Josh hits the mat, holding his neck. Johnny springboards to the top rope as Josh rises to his feet, FLYING KNEE CATCHES HIM TO THE TEMPLE!

Maxwell Dachs: HE'S OUT! HE'S OUT!

Alecia Matthews: Flying knee on the money! Cover... for the upset! 1...2... and NO! Not quite enough to put The Architect away!

Maxwell Dachs: He may not have put Josh away, but Johnny Mason is putting money in the bank right now. And Drakz has got to be loving this right now!

Johnny latches on to a reverse chinlock and sprawls himself down toward the mat, looking to choke the wind out of the former World Champion. Josh, still trying to get his wits back about him, is fighting the hands and looking to create space for his neck. Josh posts up on his elbow and manages to get a knee underneath. Johnny look to stay wrapped around the neck. A sacrifice roll by Josh creates a scramble and as both men gather their feet, Johnny goes for the neck again, looking to lock up his signature Guillotine Choke. Josh fights the hands and is able to step behind Johnny. Back elbow from Johnny shuts down the attempt at a hammerlock. Johnny hits the ropes and charges. JOSH OUT OF NOWHERE POPS HIM UP! RISE BOMB (SKY HIGH)! BOTH MEN ARE DOWN!

Alecia Matthews: And Josh Dean just bought himself the two things he needed, time and space!

Josh is crawling toward the ropes as Johnny is still trying to find his wits. Josh reaches the ropes and starts to pull himself up. Johnny has turned over to his hands and knees. He's pushing himself up. It's a race to stand up first. Josh is up, propping himself against the ropes. Johnny pushes himself up and immediately goes after Josh with huge punches. Josh is able to get his guard up and is rolling with Johnny's aggressive strikes! Josh rolls under a haymaker hook, and laser beams a straight left cross to the chin! Josh smiles as Johnny staggers against the ropes. HE'S BEEN PLAYING OPPOSSUM! Johnny immediately covers up as Tyson's calm and confident demeanor starts to dissipate on the outside. Johnny is throwing punches back, but Josh is slipping and ripping to the body. CRACK! BIG UPPERCUT TO THE JAW SENDS JOHNNY BACK INTO THE CORNER! Josh with an Irish whip, Johnny with an inside reverse. Josh explodes into Johnny...URANAGE! COVER!

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KICKOUT BY JOHNNY!

Josh pops back to his feet and is poised to strike. Johnny is slow to gather himself, trying to regain his breath. He's up to his feet and Josh hoists him to his shoulders. Chapter 11 coming, no... Johnny fights it off with elbows to the temple and slides out the back. Rear waistlock by Johnny, Josh fights the hands and takes Johnny down with a drop toe hold. Josh dives over, O'Connor Roll! Johnny rolls out, but the Bicycle Knee whiffs. School Boy! Josh kips up as Johnny rolls back to his feet. Johnny charges in and Josh hoists him up to his shoulders again! Chapter 11...NO! Johnny slips out the back door again! He shoves Josh towards the corner...COLDSHOCK (RUNNING DOUBLE KNEES TO THE BACK) SANDWICHES JOSH IN THE CORNER! Josh collapses out of the corner and Johnny hops on the cover,

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Josh gets the shoulder up!

Alecia Matthews: Johnny Mason keeps hanging around!

Maxwell Dachs: We talk a lot about trial by fire, Alecia! Johnny Mason is standing right in the fire and making a good showing for himself!

Now it's Josh who is struggling to catch his breath. Johnny is starting to show frustration as he has backed up to the opposite corner. He is motioning for Josh to get up, looking for that final blow. Josh pulls himself up and Johnny charges. Bicycle Knee coming, and Josh sidesteps! Johnny crashes into the corner! He staggers backward into Josh's waiting grasp. FRANCHISER (CROSSFACE CHICKENWING SUPLEX) DUMPS JOHNNY ON HIS HEAD! He's holding the back of his head and Josh pulls him up before hoisting him to the shoulders. CHAPTER 11...NO, JOHNNY COUNTERS INTO THE ARM-IN GUILLOTINE CHOKE! HOLY SH*T IT'S DEEP AS JOHNNY PULLS GUARD!

Maxwell Dachs: WHAT A TURN OF EVENTS!

Alecia Matthews: Johnny Mason has avoided the Chapter 11 all match, and now he has Josh Dean is his signature submission hold!

Maxwell Dachs: So much has been made out of Josh Dean being a Brazilian Jujitsu black belt! How embarrassing would it be for him to be either tapped out or put to sleep by Johnny Mason!

Josh is working to free his neck as Johnny wrenches on the head, repositioning the hands to cut off the corrated arteries. Josh fights the hands with his free hand to pull them loose and work his trapped arm free. Johnny tries to redig the overhook, but Josh is able to post with his free arm against Johnny's chest and pop his head out...CRACK! VICIOUS CROSS ELBOW FINDS IT'S MARK ACROSS JOHNNY'S NOSE AND EYEBROW! THAT WOUND FROM THE PRESS CONFERENCE IS OPENED BACK UP AND THE BLOOD IS FLOWING!

Alecia Matthews: It wouldn't be Fright Night without a bloodbath!

Johnny's legs open up and Josh slides into a half guard position, where he continues the ground and pound assault. He pins an arm down...CRACK, BIG ELBOW ACROSS THE NOSE AND EYE SOCKET AGAIN AND JOHNNY IS COVERING UP!

Alecia Matthews: This is that high level grappling experience coming into play again. Josh avoided the submission and is taking his time!

Maxwell Dachs: Johnny's done a great job avoiding all of his highlight reel offense, which makes it easy to forget how skilled Josh is on the mat! It really is a pick your poison and right now, Johnny is getting sliced and diced!

Tyson Watts, exhausted through all the ebbs and flows of the past several minutes, is continuing to shout instructions to his man. Johnny, beat up and bleeding, is trying to will himself out of this bad position. Josh is raining down elbows to the side of the head. The referee is taking a close look as Johnny is able to free his pinned arm and underhook the leg. Johnny explodes to sweep Josh...ONLY TO BE REVERSED INTO THE B.S.E (YES LOCK)! THAT SHOULDER IS LOCKED OUT AS JOSH SECURES THE NECK! JOHNNY POSTS UP ON HIS HANDS AND KNEES, AND JOSH FLATTENS HIM OUT! JOSH IS RAINING DOWN ELBOWS TO THE BACK AND SIDE OF THE HEAD, LEAVING JOHNNY NO CHOICE BUT TO TAP OUT!

Alecia Matthews: It's over!

Christa Adina: Here is your winner by submission, "The Architect" Josh Dean!

The referee steps in to pull Josh off Johnny. Josh stands up and the referee raises his hand in victory before handing him the WFWF Championship. Josh slings the title over his shoulder as Johnny is helped to his feet by Tyson Watts. He's bleeding and his shoulder is hurt, but he wears the battle wounds proudly. Josh extends his hand to the young Vanguard Champion, and Johnny shakes it, showing the newfound mutual respect between the two. Johnny exits the ring under his own power with a little help from Tyson Watts as Josh nods his head before holding the WFWF Championship high as the crowd shows their appreciation of the night's main event performance.

Alecia Matthews: This match lived up to it's hype as the veteran versus the young gun. And on this night, the veteran Josh Dean proved that even after an extended layoff, he is still one of the elite competitors in WFWF. I guess there's only one stop left for him, Maxwell.

Maxwell Dachs: Right you are, Alecia. He has a date at Wembley Stadium with Drakz for the WFWF World Heavyweight Championship! And I can't imagine the WFWF landscape should he win and fulfill his promise to leave WFWF with the title that's on his shoulder!

With Josh still in the ring, the big screen above the stage now comes to life.

Drakz: Is it on? Is it working?

Hearing Drakz’s voice on the PA, Josh turns to face the entrance ramp, to see footage of Drakz jostling which ever poor b*stard is behind the camera. His recent vox-populi attempt, walking the halls of the arena with a commandeered mic and cameraman seems to have since escalated to kidnap, as where ever they are, it doesn’t look to be a part of the Marshall Arena. Drakz now addresses the man in the ring.

Drakz: Hey buddy. How’s it going? Hope you enjoyed your little scrap with Mason. Got you all ready for Superbrawl has it?

Drakz is his usual d*ckish self.

Drakz: Well, first of all, sorry I couldn’t be there tonight to watch in person, but unfortunately I’m not even in the country at the moment. I caught a flight back stateside to run a few errands. In fact you might recognize my current locale? I brought matey behind the camera here along to keep you abreast of what I’m up to.

How it’s actually broadcasting to you? At this very convenient moment in time? Hell if I know. Kyzer magic?

He shrugs.

Drakz: Show him the sign………. The sign you idiot.

Drakz has to grab at the lens to force it to pan up.

"Championship Connections"

He’s definitely got Josh’s attention now, as the dual champion stands outside the premises of Joshua Dean’s sports management agency.

Drakz: Now, I’m not going to lie to you Josh, we haven’t just arrived. This is a bit of a retcon if you like, but I had to make sure everything inside was ready. Screw it, let’s walk and talk. Come on.

He sets off, opening the front door to the building, graciously holding it open for his captive camera wielding WFWF employee. The main lobby is as you’d expect, folks taking calls, people coming and going. The usual rat race scene. Drakz continues on.

Drakz: Quite the operation you’ve got here Josh. If I was as set up as this outside of our day job, I don’t think I’d be in a hurry to come back. Particularly coming back to poke a bear. Go on mate, give the people a decent look around.

The camera moves left and right as they carry on ahead, through the building and past reception.

Drakz: Howdy…..again.

Drakz waves to the receptionist, and they share a friendly laugh, as she just lets him through, as though she already knows his business here. The receptionist is a familiar sight to Josh, as it is Mary Tobin-Shannon, Penny's ex-wife. Drakz turns back to the camera and whispers:

Drakz: She thinks I’m a guest trainer.

Exaggerated wink.

They keep on, passing through corridors and other parts of a building that I can’t be bothered to describe to you, until they reach the in house training facility.

Drakz: Buckle up Josh. This is what I wanted to show you.

He opens up the double doors onto an impressive gym area, with a couple of rings, an MMA cage and all sorts of weights and resistance machines. A banner hangs across the wall with the Championship Connections logo across it. We hear the gym doors lock behind us but nothing looks amiss. It seems Josh has spotted something before any of us though, as his eyes widen and he grabs a hold of the top rope with both hands, his knuckles whitening under the strain.

Drakz: Hey little man. Sorry, I wasn’t expecting that to take so long, but this f*cking idiot….

He gestures to the cameraman.

Drakz: …kept messing up our establishing shot.

Now we see it. A young boy. A teenager. Certainly not a young man yet. A solid D-style bike lock around his neck, locking him to the turnbuckle post of one of the training rings. His mouth stuffed with a hand towel and kinesio taped into place. His face showing signs of swelling from a beating he’s already taken.

Josh is f*cking incensed in the ring, but what can he do? He’s not even on the same continent.

Drakz: Ladies and gentlemen welcome to season 1, episode 1 of Drakz and Drake’s Getting to Know You. I, as you already know, am Drakz, WFWF double grandslam winner and current WFWF International and World Heavyweight Champion……….and this? This is Drake Dean. Is it Dean? Josh has he officially taken your name? Whatever. This is Joshua Dean’s eldest. His step-son, fathered by some other deadbeat who blew his beans in Nikki before they’d ever met.

As ridiculous as this sounds, there’s a collective gasp in the arena. All of the crowd in attendance aren’t sure how to react, and they certainly don’t know what’s about to unfold, but it’s looking like it’s going to be uncomfortable to watch.

Drakz: So Joshy, before we get into this I’d like to ask you something. All this bull sh*t, with you playing Robin Hood with my title belts. Does it still seem like a good idea?

Drakz, still looking down the camera lens slaps the groggy Drake with serious force in the face.

Drakz: Does this quest to ‘get one over on Drakz’ feel worth it now? If you wanted a match you only had to ask, instead of trying to make me look like a tw*t every week on TV. Look where it’s gotten us.

He turns away and lays in another slap to Drake, making a cringe inducing clap that echoes around the gym. The camera work is pretty unsteady now, as the person holding it is visibly shaking.

Drakz follows up with a flurry of slaps and then steps back and hits a fierce kick to the vulnerable teen’s abdomen.

The atmosphere in the arena is bleak and Josh is absolutely beside himself, pulling at his hair and shouting obscenities.

Having seen enough, the kidnapped cameraman seems to try interjecting, but Drakz is having none of it and just pump kicks them out of their shoes. The camera spills to the floor before it’s scooped up and positioned further away from where we were a moment ago. Drakz addresses the camera while Drake slumps in the background, held upright only by the bike lock crushing his windpipe.

Drakz: Some of you are going to be saying ‘Drakz has snapped’ or ‘Josh has pushed Drakz too far’, but I want you to know I’m still basically at my resting heart rate right now. This isn’t me riled up beyond reason. This is me just returning a favor, long overdue.

So Josh, you’ve got your match at Superbrawl. You’ve made it mate! You’re going to main event Superbrawl, one on one with the King of the Universe. We’ll get all the formalities out the way next show.

Whilst talking Drakz drags a weights bench into frame.

Drakz: We can put a carpet down in the ring and sign the contacts, all that sh*t. But for now, I just want to leave you with one more reminder that I’m not to be underestimated. I’m not the old dog you think is ready to be put out to pasture. I’m still a killer. Let me just show you. Actions speak louder than words right?

Drakz goes into his pocket and pulls out a key, waves it at the camera and walks off into the background toward Drake. He unlocks the restraint and the 16 year old boy flops to the ground. Drakz grabs him by the waistband and drags him, limp, back toward the camera and then dumps him, prone onto the bench. Drakz lifts the bench, engaging the stopper to prop Drake up in a seated position, looking towards the camera. Drakz stands behind him, sullen, before cracking a genuine looking smile

Drakz: I guess I’d better fulfil my role as a guest instructor for the day huh?

He reaches down for one of the kid’s arms and slaps a kimura on him. Drake’s eyes bulge wide, brought back to life by the sudden surge of pain in his limb. We can hear him trying to scream, but the towel in his mouth muffles it to almost nothing.

Drakz: Some people like to call this a kimura or a keylock, but for thorough-bred British catch enthusiasts like myself? It’s a double wrist lock, and it makes things go pop…….

He leans into it and the shoulder bulges forward.

Drakz: …..and snap!

He suddenly torques it, and no doubt about it, the arm breaks, and for the good of mankind the feed is cut.

Alecia Matthews: I think I'm going to be sick! Drakz just broke child's arm on live television!

Maxwell Dachs: I thought the kid was 16?

Alecia Matthews: That's beside the f*cking point! The only thing the kid's guilty of is being Josh Dean's son! He isn't a trained professional. We're out of time folks!

In the ring, for the first time since returning at Survival of Fittest, we see Josh Dean show something other than a calm, stoic approach. He looks at the WFWF Championship with a look of disdain. His face says the question millions at home are asking. Is this worth it?

Fade.