Thunder
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Post by Thunder on Apr 25, 2021 19:05:01 GMT -5
As we enter Wembley Stadium, the whole place practically fills up with fireworks. The top of the stadium slowly erupts, the fireworks circling their way around the whole place. A separate burst erupts across the whole entrance ramp. The crowd cheers, because pyro and ballyhoo is always over.
Christa Adina: Please welcome the owner of the WFWF, KRIS KASH!
Kris Kash waves the audience from the center of the ring. He gets a surprisingly warm reaction to start, although that's mostly residual applause from the fireworks. He makes sure to start talking as soon as the “YOU SUCK!” chants start.
Kris Kash: Welcome to Superbrawl! Are you ready?
Yeah!
Kris Kash: I said, are you ready?
YEAH!
Kris Kash: That's more like it. Tonight, we have one of the biggest in WFWF history. Championships and careers are on the line. People are seeking revenge and title shots. Legends are returning. Superbrawl moments will be made tonight, and everything will change forever. And it's all because of my great leadership.
BOOOOO.
Kris Kash: I know you're all excited for the start of the show. So I just have two things to say. The first is that all of the Superbrawl merchandise is available at WFWF.com. You can take 5% off with the promo code “Kash.” And the second thing I have to say is . . .
LET'S GET THIS SHOW STARTED!
As Raw Deal queues up on the arena speakers, the lights in the pulse until the song hits the 11 second mark and Twiztid bursts through the curtains with D at his side, vibing to the song, bobbing his head to the beat of the song in the background, as he makes his way down the ramp, high fiving the fans that do want to high five him, the announcer makes their introduction.
Christa Adina: Making his way to the ring... from Detroit, Michigan. Weighing in tonight at 220 pounds, TWIZTID... IN... SANE!
After the introduction is done, Twiztid slides under the bottom rope and goes to a corner, posing on the second rope before hopping down and getting ready for the match.
Suddenly, the 1812 Overture crescendos throughout Wembley Stadium!
Alecia Matthews: I knew he was scheduled to wrestle tonight….but man, it’s still surreal to me.
Maxwell Dachs: Surreal to see a living legend in the flesh?
Alecia Matthews: Surreal that he still manages to get booked.
Christa Adina: And is opponent…..from uhh…..you know what, no. Napoleon Weisgarber.
Napoleon Weisgarber shadowboxes as he makes his way down to the ring. Once he gets inside, he climbs the turnbuckle to utter silence.
Twiztid snickers in the corner.
DING! DING! DING!
Napoleon shadowboxes as the two men circle around one another like two gladiators in the middle of the coliseum.
Twiztid starts spitting some new s**t in front of The Don from the Hexagon which he isn’t very fond of.
Something, something, something, he’s going to beat Napoleon without a hitch.
Because everyone in the UK knows that Napoleon is a little -
CLONK!
A picture-perfect right hook drills Twiztid in the face!
More shots to the gut before Napoleon winds up and goes to finish off Twiztid but he ducks it and follows up with a stiff bicycle kick to the face!
D whoop whoops his boy as Twiztid remains on the offensive.
Shades of his hardcore, ultraviolent deathmatch past come into play as Twiztid brutalizes Napoleon. He gets the accomplished boxer into the corner and backs his elbow right into the chiseled face of Napoleon.
As Napoleon crawls away, Twiztid tails him like a mission straight out of Assassin’s Creed IV: Black Flag.
He crawls to the opposite corner with The Clown Prince on his trail.
And then suddenly, straight out of Street Fighter;
Alecia Matthews: Jumping uppercut from Napoleon!
Maxwell Dachs: Matty, that’s a shoryuken.
Twiztid Insane is knocked down!
Napoleon panics!
1!
Twiztid kicks out!
Maxwell Dachs: Ooooh, Napoleon almost got him!
Alecia Matthews: …..
D starts laughing which irks Napoleon. Rather than capitalize on the momentum, he slides under the ropes and confronts D by getting in his face.
Twtiztid’s homie can’t take the several time champion seriously. He makes obscene gestures with his hands but since this is on pay-per-view it’s okay.
The last gesture which involved the middle finger is the last straw.
Napoleon clubs D in the stomach before shoving him into the barricades!
Napoleon shadowboxes but not very long because -
Alecia Matthews: Baseball slide from Mr. Insane!
Just like that, the momentum is back in Twiztid’s hands. The more aggressive side of Twiztid emerges as he bashes Napoleon’s face against the barricades!
And against the ring mat, the hardest part of the ring you know?
And lastly -
SMASH!
Right into the steel ring steps.
Twiztid gets behind Napoleon and fishhooks his nose before drilling him in the face with stiff shots. Referee Rocco Siffredi commands the two men take the fight back inside the ring but Twiztid flips him off.
Once D is back up, the backyard Batman and Robin both throw Napoleon back inside the ring as D gets those in the front row to whoop whoop with him!
Twiztid irish whips Napoleon who ducks the clothesline and when the former Gold Glove boxer bounces off the ropes, he leaps into a crossbody – but Twiztid catches him!
He twirls Napoleon’s body around like a hula-hoop, throwing his arm across his neck!
Alecia Matthews: Looks like Twiztid is trying to end it here with The Hatchet Party!
Napoleon scurries away but runs into an red mist!
Alecia Matthews: Whoa!
D, on the apron got a mouthful of Faygo and spit it in the face of Napoleon!
The accomplished boxer is blinded, which allows Twiztid to capitalize!
He scoops Napoleon again and drops him on his back with a mean-looking Hatchet Party! Much to his dismay, the basically unconscious body of Napoleon rolls out onto the floor.
Twiztid rolls him back into the ring. As he does so, Napoleon hits him with a low blow and rolls him up. For added measure, he puts his feet on the ropes.
1!
2!
3!
Christa Adina: Here is your winner? NAPOLEON WEISGARBER?!
Alecia Matthews: Oh my god.
Maxwell Dachs: NAPOLEON WINS! NAPOLEON WINS! I JUST MADE BANK ON DRAFTKINGS BY BETTING ON HIM!
Alecia Matthews: How is that ethical?
Maxwell Dachs: Who cares about ethics? I'm in the money.
Napoleon attempts to celebrate, but it is short lived. Twitzd lays him out with another Hatchet Party!
Maxwell Dachs: Poor Napoleon.
Alecia Matthews: Oh shut up. Let's just go back to the ring.
Christa Adina: The following contest is a gauntlet match! The winner will receive a future WFWF World Heavyweight Championship.
Ain't No Sunshine by DMX starts playing throughout the arena as the lights dim down. From out behind the curtain walks David James wearing a hoodie. As the spotlight shines down upon him, he flips back the hood to expose his face to the crowd. James takes a moment to breath in the tension before jumping up and down just a tad bit to get the blood flowing.
Once he's ready, he slowly walks down the ramp and stares directly into the ring. As he reaches the bottom, he surveys the capacity crowd before letting out a brief smile. David unzips his hoodie and takes it off, much to the delight of the women in the crowd. After pausing for a minute, James rolls into the ring and ascends the turnbuckle and throws his arms in the air, signaling that he is ready for thy match.
Christa Adina: Introducing first, Dave Demento!
The lights go out and red, white, blue, and green lights circle around the arena as the opening notes of "Becoming the Bull" by Atreyu start playing over the PA speakers. The crowd erupts with a chorus of cheers as a silhouette of a man walks out in stage with a long trench coat and a hood over his head. As the vocalist screams "Come On!" The bright lights flip back on as the silhouetted man rips his hood off to reveal multiple different paint designs across his whole face and neck. His colorful hair falling wildly behind him, he jumps with the beat of the music as he's feeding off the crowds energy. He goes and gives high fives to everyone he can in the front row. He gets to the stairs and looks around in amazement at the WFWF universe before running up the stairs and springboarding over the top rope. He climbs the corner turn buckle and makes his fingers look like a gun and puts it under his chin, jumping off as he pretends to shoot it and landing on his feet. He happily struts to his corner, before leaning back against it, ready to go.
Christa Adina: And the second entrant, Devilkiller!
DING DING DING
Before the two lock up, a staredown begins. The crowd cheers at first, eventually breaking out into a chant.
Crowd: Welcome back! Welcome back! Welcome back!
Alecia Matthews: Great show of respect from the crowd here tonight.
Maxwell Dachs: And certainly not the last time we'll here that tonight. It's a great night of returns.
Alecia Matthews: It'll be interesting to see how these two start things off.
Maxwell Dachs: You're absolutely right. Similar size and strength, but Devilkiller certainly relies on his agility more.
Suddenly, the time for action has started. They unleash a series of haymakers at each other, neither one budging. The crowd reaches their feet as the flurry continues, roaring in their approval.
Alecia Matthews: I think we have our answer!
A double clothesline sends both men over the top rope and on to the floor. That doesn't stop their onslaught. It's Demento that gets the first real advantage, sending Devilkiller staggering with a kick to the stomach. And then he hits a spear right into the barricade! DK crumbles into a heap, with Demento also falling down in the process.
Demento reaches his feet again and looks to finish Devilkiller off. He hits him with the Tiger Tribute, right on the floor!
Alecia Matthews: Did you hear that thud as he hit the floor?
Maxwell Dachs: They're going to need to peel his body off there now.
But Demento isn't quite finished. To the surprise of the crowd, he gets up to the middle rope. He waits for Devilkiller to reach his feet, and then launches himself at Devilkiller . . .
. . . who catches him with the Devil's Pitchfork out of nowhere! Demento is spiked right on the floor.
Alecia Matthews: OH MY GOD!
Maxwell Dachs: We just witnessed our first killing, even before the buried alive match.
Devilkiller struggles to his feet and then drags the out cold body into the ring. He makes the cover.
1!
2!
3!
The first win under his belt, Devilkiller rolls to the center of the ring. He lays there a moment, trying to recover from what he just endured.
Alecia Matthews: Devilkiller is one step away from winning this now!
Maxwell Dachs: If he can recover. Those were two huge impact moves he took.
Slowly and with a purpose, Jebediah Whatley walks his way down the aisle. Devilkiller takes this time to reach his feet. Although battered and bruised, he waves Whatley on as he steps through the ropes. Whatley stops to examine the scene for a moment while DK indicates he's ready for the fight.
Maxwell Dachs: Devilkiller is indeed ready. Or at least that's how it appears.
Alecia Matthews: Even tougher is that we haven't seen Jebediah Whatley in the ring at all. He's flying blind against him.
The silence breaks at the two men charge at each other, aiming for a clothesline. Both men connect, and neither man drops. They back up again and strike a second time. Whatley remains a wall. Devilkiller still doesn't fall, but his legs are getting more rubbery and uneasy. As he stumbles back, Whatley backs up and hits a running clothesline. It's this that finally knocks Devilkiller down to the mat. Whatley walks on him, his feet stepping onto the ribs of DK as he does so.
Devilkiller doesn't stay on the ground long, but that's only because Whatley pulls him back to his feet. Whatley targets the stomach and ribcage, laying in several body blows, one after another. Devilkiller drops to his knees, which puts him in perfect position for a powerbomb from Whatley.
Alecia Matthews: The strength of Jebediah is unbelievable.
Maxwell Dachs: And Devilkiller is no small man either. Incredibly impressive.
Whatley sets up DK for the tombstone piledriver he calls the Last Rites. He lifts him up, but Devilkiller is able to slip out the back. Devilkiller creates some distance and when Whatley turns around, he takes him off his feet for the first time with a spear.
With a newfound energy, Devilkiller leaps to his feet and heads up to the top rope. He leaps off the top to hit the Devil's Final Flight . . .
. . . And Whatley moves just out of the way, grabbing Devilkiller by the head and neck as soon as he lands. He picks DK up and rag dolls him around, paying no attention to the referee telling him to break the choke hold. Just as grip starts to loosen, Devilkiller catches him the Devil's Pitchfork out of nowhere!
Alecia Matthews: What a shot from Devilkiller!
Maxwell Dachs: He's done what he needs to do at the right time, and this may be it.
Devilkiller makes the cover.
1!
2!
3!
Alecia Matthews: DEVILKILLER DID IT! He's getting a world title match!
Maxwell Dachs: This is gargantuan! The moment he's been waiting for.
Christa Adina: Here is your winner, DEVILKILLER!!!
The referee can hardly raise Devilkiller's hand, as the fist pumping and celebration begins. He climbs the middle rope to acknowledge the crowd, who is on their feet.
The scene then suddenly cuts to static, and then a strange video begins to play.
NEXT MONTH, I MAKE MY FIRST APPEARANCE IN THE LIGHT OF DAY . . .
WHO WILL I STRIKE?
I PROMISE YOU THEY WON'T EXPECT IT.
WHAT WILL I LOOK LIKE?
I MAY BE DISGUISED AS JUST ABOUT ANY ONE.
AFTER ALL, NO ONE KNOWS MY FACE.
We go back to the announce desk.
Maxwell Dachs: What the hell was that about?
Alecia Matthews: Your guess is as good as mine.
Maxwell Dachs: I hope that's not the same guy who snuck up on me one time.
Alecia Matthews: I hope it is. Anyway, an important update here. We've been informed that the Marshall Manor Brawl is so violent and . . . different that WFWF management is still reviewing the tape to see if it's suitable for broadcast. So we will not see it tonight.
Maxwell Dachs: Boo!
Alecia Matthews: But I've also been informed we're about to go to the ring for an announcement.
The lights dim and the once familiar screaming psychedelic guitars of “Anthem of the Space” blares out of the P/A system. A spotlight shines on the stage and Frank Lynn returns to the WFWF, cheers drowning out his overly loud entrance music.
Frank limps his way to the ring, able to walk only with the help of a cane.
There is no smile on his face. Rather, he has grim expression usually reserved for affairs like funerals and divorce proceedings.
It takes a while due to his limp but Frank finally makes his way into the ring and takes a microphone from Christa, who gives him a hug and kiss on his cheek before clearing the ring. The crowd hushes as Frank clears his throat.
“Last time you all saw me was both the high and low point of my wrestling career. I had my match with Drakz, my chance to prove I could hang with and quite possibly BE the best wrestler in the world. You all also know it didn’t work out the way I wanted. Not only did I lose the match and the International Championship, I also destroyed my knee and ended my career.”
Frank pauses as the impact of his last statement washes over the silent and now quite sad crowd.
“That’s right. My knee cannot be fixed. I will never wrestle again. I’m lucky to walk… with the aid of this cane that surprisingly was a gift from none other than Lila Sleater, a final thank you for the service I offered during our rather heated working relationship over the last four years. Thank you Lila. I hope life is working out for you in your post WFWF endeavors. Ever consider a job with Legacy?”
Mixed reaction from a crowd not used to hearing good things about the former general manager of the WFWF.
“I’m not here to try for your sympathy or baiting you before announcing one more match or anything like that. I am done. Let me repeat myself so there is no doubt.
I.
Am.
Done.
I will never grace a WFWF ring after tonight ever again. And its probably for the best.”
“I was always a square peg trying to fit into a round hole. The WFWF belongs to the likes of Drakz, Kyzer, Demon, and such, either immoral or amoral sadists who enjoy inflicting as much suffering as possible on their foes by any method their depraved minds can dream up… not people like me, who end up physically damaged for life, or Joshua Dean, who ended up mentally scarred and corrupted, twisted into a whiny little bitch who has as little regard for rules, morals, or ethics as his arch nemesis Drakz. In all honesty, I should have stayed in MMA which was far better suited to both my skills and my way of thinking. What’s done is done. No use crying over spilled milk.”
Frank shrugs for a moment, a muted "one more match" chant interrupting his speech.
“No. No more matches. I’m moving on, taking over as full time owner of Legacy Wrestling where I can groom the next generation of superstars. And I can finally spend time with my wife, daughter, and a son on the way.”
The crowd cheers at the surprise announcement that Frank will be a father again, their love and support both genuine and overflowing. It almost brings a tear to the normally stoic warriors’ eye.
“So this is good bye.”
The crowd responds with the cliché yet sincere chant of “Thank you Frank”. It goes on for several minutes while Frank awkwardly stands in the ring waving at the fans. Finally, an impatient Frank waves his arms and hushes the crowd so he can speak again.
“But I’m not leaving you empty handed. As owner of Legacy I do have a parting gift for the WFWF, a wrestler who is a round peg that will fit perfectly into a round hole. Someone who can do the things I couldn’t or wouldn’t. Someone who belongs in this sh*t show. Ladies and gentlemen, I give you..."
Dramatic pause as the lights dim and a drum roll plays.
"...Jacque Le Douche!”
The drumroll transitions into Iggy Pop’s “Search and Destroy”, played at volumes that threaten to make ears bleed.
A very large man appears on the stage, at least 6’ 7” and 275 lbs, long red mohawk braided and hanging almost down to his waist, equally bright red beard also braided and hanging halfway down his chest, obscuring the white ruffled shirt under a red riding coat. Ripped black jeans with a chain belt and black motorcycle boots complete the rather eclectic look.
Jacque Le Douche strides to the ring like he owns the place, scowling at fans who aren’t sure if they should cheer or run away.
“Welcome to the WFWF Jacque. I opened the door for you. Its up to you what happens from here on out.”
And with that, Frank Lynn’s final action in a WFWF ring is to hand the microphone over to his parting gift to the WFWF: a large, angry man with questionable fashion sense.
“Thanks Frank. You can relax that sphincter of yours now. I won’t be terrorizing your minor league company anymore. Never liked it there with all the rules so I’m glad to be gone. But I do owe you one for getting me signed to a WFWF contract. I don’t like owing anybody so allow me to return the favor.”
Frank looks on from ringside quizzically. Seems not even he knows exactly what his replacement has in mind.
Jacque steps out of the ring, strides over to the announcers table, and stares down Maxwell Dachs.
“You like to shoot your mouth off, don’t you? You like to say sh*t about Frank even though everybody knows he can’t fight no more. That’s a pretty sh*tty thing to do. Downright cowardly. Time to pay Max.”
Max tries to get out of his chair and leap over the barrier into the audience but Jacque is faster, grabbing Max by his hair and yanking him back, then throwing him into the ring apron. Max tries to run again but Jacque kicks him in the face with his size 16 boots. Max crumples to the floor. Jacque picks him up and tosses him into the ring, then follows. He stomps on Max several times, driving the air out of his chest and possibly breaking a rib or two.
With one very large booted foot planted firmly on Max’s chest to make sure he doesn’t go anywhere, Jacque rips off his jacket and shirt revealing his muscular chest. He takes the chain belt off and wraps it around his knee. He lifts Max up in a fireman’s carry. Then Jacque pushes Max into the air, dropping him face first onto his chain wrapped knee, a GTS that is guaranteed to put anyone to sleep for a good long time.
The crowd is shocked. What fresh hell has Frank Lynn unleashed on the WFWF? Does he actually endorse the crimson giant? Hard to tell because Frank Lynn is gone, having limped his way backstage and out of sight forever.
Jacque grabs the microphone again and leans over Max, staring into Max’s glazed eyes.
“I call that the ‘Go To Hell’ Max. Keep Frank Lynn’s name outta’ your mouth or you’ll be going to hell a lot.”
Security and paramedics rush the ring, too late to save Max but perhaps they can deter Le Douche from doing any further damage. They are worried about nothing as Jacque Le Douche exits the ring and strides backstage, smiling for the first time.
Alecia Matthews: What have you done Frank? Who is Jacque Le Douche and why do I get the feeling you just dumped Legacy's problem into the WFWF's lap?
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Thunder
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WFWF Record: 59-60-1
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Post by Thunder on Apr 25, 2021 19:19:04 GMT -5
We return back to ringside after a video package. Alecia Matthews, alone at the announce desk, is shaken.
Alecia Matthews: We're back here at ringside, and I don't really know what to say. It's no secret that Max and I don't get along at times, but that still was uncalled for. It looks like I'll be out here by myself the rest of the night, so I ask for your understanding. Let's go to the ring.
Christa Adina: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and is our first dream match!
The rhythmic opening drum beats draw a pop from the crowd as the tron treats them to several shots of California palm trees and Los Angeles skyline. As Kanye's verse begins DGX emerges from the back adorned with his tag team title belt around his waist to an overwhelming reception as he turns his back to the crowd and rocks his vintage double biceps pose from behind before he turns and faces the adoring public with a grin. As the verse gives way to the chorus and more scenic shots emerge mixed with amazing in ring footage of DGX he smiles and raises his right hand rocking the XWA Lord of the Ring signet ring as gold pyro fires off behind him up and down with a hiss. DGX then saunters to the ring, playing to the crowd enroute.
He steps boldly up the stairs and struts to the ring apron before taking a large step into a wide stance on the apron as flashbulbs fire off by the hundreds and thousands before he enters the ring! DGX walks to the middle unhooking his championship belt and proceeds to hold it above his head with pride before hands it to the referee and moving to his corner where he begins to warm up as "Amazing" shuts off.
Christa Adina: Introducing first, from Anaheim, CA . . . DGX!
The arena lights drain slowly, sinking into the dark. The crowd quiets as Changeling by Phutureprimitive begins to wane across the speakers, and ears of the onlookers. A bright blinding light erupts from the entrance, and pupils shrink in fear. The glory of the good Reverend’s outline lingered in lumination, and eventually the pace could be seen clearly as lights sparked slowly back to life in the arena. Reverend walked solemn to the stage, the final lights giving birth to his final slide into the ring.
Christa Adina: And his opponent, Reverend Shadow!
DING DING DING
As the bell sounds, the two men lock up in the center of the ring. Reverend Shadow gets the advantage, backing DGX up into the corner. He releases him once in the corner and rears back to strike him. The quickness of DGX catches him by surprise. DGX slips out from behind him and quickly grabs a waistlock. He launches Shadow with a release German suplex. Shadow reaches his feet with the aid of the ropes, nodding and acknowledging that his opponent got the better of the first exchange.
Alecia Matthews: This is the kind of thing we can expect here, solid wrestling and a chess match. Round one goes to DGX.
The two men lock up again. This time DGX gains the advantage and locks in a side headlock. He seems to have a firm hold on Reverend Shadow, but Shadow surprises him with a shot to the midsection that loosens the grip. As soon as he does so, he hits DGX with a german suplex of his own. This time it's DGX who acknowledges that he has been gotten the better of.
When they lock up a third time, DGX once again locks in a side headlock. Shadow pushes off, sending DGX into the ropes. As Shadow charges at him, DGX leapfrogs over his opponent. When Shadow turns around, DGX hits him with one armdrag and then another. On the second one, DGX locks in an armbar. This is short lived, as Shadow hooks his legs in position to get a head scissors on DGX. DGX flips forward, landing in a pinning predicament on Rev.
1!
2!
Reverend Shadow bridges out. He maintains waist control and pulls DGX back to his feet and locks in a cobra clutch. DGX reaches out and tries to reach the ropes. He is too far away, but gradually gets closer to the corner. Once there, he kicks off and lands in another pinning position on Shadow.
1!
2!
Shadow kicks out.
Alecia Matthews: Some superb wrestling here so far. And it feels like a pin could come at any time.
As Shadow reaches his feet, DGX motions as if he is ready to him with Breakdown, the superkick. Shadow ducks and DGX takes that opening to plant him with a DDT. He then climbs the top rope and waits for Reverend Shadow to reach his feet.
He leaps off the top for a crossbody . . . and Shadow hits him with a spear out of midair! He makes the cover.
1!
2!
DGX kicks out.
Alecia Matthews: That's how fast the tables can turn. Now it looks like Reverend Shadow is in the driver's seat.
Reverend Shadow locks DGX in a figure four leglock in the center of the ring. DGX struggles, both from the pain and an attempt to make sure his shoulders don't stay on the mat for a pinfall.
Alecia Matthews: Excellent strategy here by Shadow. If he can keep this on long enough, DGX may not be able to connect with Breakdown. It does appear that this is the way things will be headed—unless DGX can reverse. He fights, but the first attempt is not fruitful. Shadow is able to power back and get his positioning back. The second time, DGX does reverse it. Shadow screams in agony before reaching the ropes.
Both men are limping somewhat as they slowly reach their feet. At the moment, it appears that Shadow still has more energy left. He charges at DGX for another spear, but this time DGX moves out of the way. Shadow crashes into the corner, his shoulder crashing into the ring post.
As he turns around, DGX hits him with the Breakdown! He makes the cover.
1!
2!
3!
DING DING DING
Crista Adina: Here is your winner, DGX!
Alecia Matthews: A huge victory for DGX. And you have to wonder if this match would have ended differently if that figure four would have been on longer.
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An open grave is seen near the stage with a monstrous excavator parked right beside the dirtpile next to it.
Alecia Matthews: I think we all know what’s coming next. A match one year in the making. Ryan “Needles” Payne and Chris Priceless nearly killed each other in a deathmatch that has become infamous for the levels of unimagined violence. How fitting that it all comes to an end….in a buried alive match!
The scene is ominous and forebording….as the lights go out. The arena is in a state of silence or possible surprise, unaware of who's about to appear from behind the curtain. You Only Live Once begins to play starting with a guitar solo leading to the inclusion of drums and climaxing in an immense wail from the lead singer. The second the vocals hit the arena is bombarded with a sea of extreme flashing lights. The colors are a blur at first. Like a predator, Needles emerges from the lights and appears on the stage where he is met with severe boos and a raucous cacophony of ‘expletives.'
Alecia Matthews: The fan still have not forgotten what this man did to Mesh a year ago…..listen to them!
A spotlight catches Needles making his way through the riotous crowd, at first dragging and then wildly swinging his infamous baseball bat while responding to the irate crowd with rude gestures.
As he hops the barricade, he is attacked from behind by -
Alecia Matthews: CHRIS PRICELESS!
Just like their last encounter started.
Needles immediately tries using his bat but Priceless knows better; in mid-swing, Priceless grabs the bat with his hand!
If looks could speak, Needles’ face says it all: “I’m f**ked.”
Alecia Matthews: These two nearly killed each last time they wrestled. If anyone, it’s Priceless that knows all the tricks Needles for sure has up his sleeve tonight.
Like a scrappy dog, Needles then resorts to punches and tries to bring his opponent down but Priceless eats those for dinner, barely flinching as his boots are firmly planted on the outside padding. The tree-trunk arms of Priceless instead call ‘timber’ on Needles’ back as the packing sounds of flesh meeting flesh are picked up by the cameraman.
Needles continues to fight but the strength of Priceless is too much. He grabs Needles by his waist and scoops him up onto his shoulders. Needles’ eyes widen, realizing that he’s been overpowered yet again as he kicks and flails and legs in an attempt to throw Priceless off balance.
Instead, Priceless tosses Needles like a javelin during the Olympics into the barricades!
Alecia Matthews: Oh my! Did you see how Needles landed?!
Those in the front row cheer Priceless on who immediately continues the onslaught to his downed opponent. Punches and kicks and kicks and punches keep the Scottish Psychopath down on the floor for a while longer.
Priceless then sees the infamous black bat that was tossed aside like an old toy….and smirks.
Alecia Matthews: I can only imagine what sadistic thought just crossed Priceless’ mind….
Priceless grips the bat and closes his eyes. The same bat that almost ended his career. The same bat that left Mesh nearly dead.
He then turns to face Needles, who still slowly showing signs of life, managing to get his body off the padding and onto his knees. Priceless huffs and he puffs.
He lifts the bat above his head.
CRACK!
Alecia Matthews: Oh my God! Oh my God!
The crowd cheers while also audibly gasping at the sight before them: Needles’ face being blank and emotionless as one broken chunk of baseball bat bounces off the mat.
Priceless grips the other half, which resembles a stake.
Alecia Matthews: He just….broke that goddamn baseball bat over another man’s skull…..
Needles staggers and refuses to go down. Priceless responds -
SMACK!
Alecia Matthews: Superkick!
The move sends Needles tumbling down. In the distance, the gravestone can be seen. Priceless smirks again as he grabs a handful of Needles’ hair and proceeds to drag Needles, by his hair to the gravesite.
Needles kicks and screams the whole way there but Priceless is on a mission: to end the existence of the man that nearly ended his.
Priceless throws Needles into the dirtpile and proceeds to shove his face into it! Needles’ limbs flail as the dreading sensation of his oxygen supply being cut off overtakes his body.
Even the referee tries stopping Priceless, but he has doubled in size. His tan complexion turns beet red as he pushes Needles’ face deeper and deeper into the dirt but suddenly, he lets Needles go and his skin turns tan again. Priceless closes his eyes and mouths words to himself.
Needles coughs and phlegm comes out as he struggles to catch his breath. Priceless towers over his opponent and gets instant satisfaction from the fear in his eyes. Needles crawls as far away as he can from his opponent but Priceless has other things in mind.
He scoops the gravestone out of the dirtpile and stalks Needles like a predator after wounded prey. Priceless can’t help but grin like the chesire cat, watching the predator become the prey in a matter of seconds. As Needles comes to, the grin leaves Priceless’ face and turn into a blank expression. His hands gripping the gravestone tremble as he musters everything he has left, all the months of pain, every scar, every stitch that Needles inflicted on him and everyone else in the WFWF, it all manifests itself into raw, pure strength. Needles looks dazed and confused; his face full of dirt, sweat and phlegm and his eyes widen as he sees his fate right before his eyes.
Priceless, with the gravestone above his head as it comes crashing down onto his skull!
Alecia Matthews: OH MY GOD!! OH MY GOD!!
HOLY S**T!
HOLY S**T!
HOLY S**T!
Blood immediately squirts from Needle’s head and quickly obscures his face in a crimson sea. The pieces of granite and concrete go flying in every direction.
Needles’ body slowly crumbles, and he falls into the open grave by his own admission.
The crowd pops!
Priceless does not immediately go towards the excavator, however. Instead, he has a moment.
It appears as if he is talking to himself.
Chanting.
A mantra that only himself knows.
He then looks up at the lights and smiles.
Priceless then makes his way over to the excavator as it roars to life.
The cameraman gets one, last glimpse of the town bully, the psychopath who terrorized the WFWF left in a dirt hole, his body twitching, drenched in blood.
Priceless pulls the lever which brings the blade digging into the dirt, scooping as much of it as possible. The body of the massive machine turns so it’s directly above the open grave.
The crowd watches on in anticipation as Priceless leaves them hanging.
Literally.
Without hesitation, Priceless pulls the lever which causes pounds and pounds of dirt to fill the gravesite and essentially, bury Needles alive!
Alecia Matthews: And just like that….the reign of terror that is Ryan “Needles” Payne has come to an end.
Priceless climbs out of the excavator and climbs the arm, standing on top of the blade that just sealed the fate of one Ryan “Needles” Payne.
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Christa Adina: The following contest is our second dream match!
Lights fall as the beat of Wolfgang's "Arise" fills the arena. As the intro progresses, the crowd in attendance rise as shades of white sparkle through the darkness.
The song blasts into full gear and with that, the sound of Wayne McGurk's motorcycle rumbles. Not a moment later, we see Wayne McGurk driving through the entrance curtain. Wayne takes a moment at the top of the stage to take in the sight around him as thousands of camera sparkles go off before him. Hitting the gas, Wayne drives down the ramp and circles his way ringside before parking his bike before the curtain.
And with that, Wayne motions up the steel steps and in an act of respect, wipes his boots over the apron before stepping through the ropes. Wayne motions towards the center of the ring and raises his arms, once again decorated by the sight of a thousand lights going off around him. Wayne motions of the corner and awaits the start of the match as "Arise" slowly fades out.
Christa Adina: Introducing first, from Tempe, AZ . . .Wayne McGurk!
Darkness fills the arena, as ‘When Can I Be Me’ begins to play over the loudspeakers. On the Tunatron, a close up of Joe Bishop, barely visible behind his long matted hair. ‘There’s always this struggle, to find my tongue…’ the Englishman appears at the top of the ramp, his eyes focused on the ring and the task at hand.
He walks slowly and purposefully down the ramp, oblivious to the response of the WFWF fans, climbs up the ring steps and enters the ring, ready to do battle with Wayne McGurk.
Christa Adina: And his opponent, from Wimbledon, England . . . Joe Bishop!
DING DING DING
As the bell sounds, the two men circle each other for a moment, feeling each other out. There is no lock up. Instead, Joe Bishop makes the first move by connecting with some strikes to the legs of McGurk. McGurk backs up some to create some distance.
Alecia Matthews: Interesting strategy choice by Joe Bishop. We know he's a very good striker, but if McGurk returns the favor the size advantage could come into play.
Wayne McGurk catches one of Bishop's legs on another strike attempt. With a hold of him, he pulls Bishop in close and hits him with a forearm strike. Bishop backs up, grabbing his jaw. He returns fire with a forearm strike of his own that backs up McGurk. Wayne smiles as he feels the spot where he also got hit.
Now it's on. They meet in the center of the ring and exchange a combination of elbow and forearm shots. After an initial stalemate, it appears that Bishop has the advantage. But at that exact moment, McGurk rears back with a haymaker that rocks Bishop. McGurk charges at him and looks to hit the huge running big boot . . . but Bishop ducks!
With a burst of speed, Bishop both moves and gets on the other side of McGurk. As McGurk gets up, Bishop connects with an arm drag. He reaches his feet again and gets hit with yet another arm drag. On the second one, Bishop maintains control and locks in an arm bar.
Alecia Matthews: This just goes to show how quickly a match can change. If Wayne McGurk had connected with that big boot, he'd be in total control of the match right now.
Bishop retains control for a few moments, but McGurk manages to loosen the grip somewhat. He powers out and attempts to get Bishop in a waistlock. Bishop escapes and floats over to a front facelock. McGurk again counters, this time power Bishop backfirst onto the mat and connecting with a flurry of mounted punches. Bishop eventually blocks one and breaks the grip with a elbow to the side of his head.
Once back on his feet, Bishop connects with a high knee. McGurk drops to his knees, leaving him in perfect position for a punt kick. Bishop builds up a head of steam, and McGurk moves at the last second. As Bishop turns around, he's hit by the running big boot!
The force sends Bishop right through the middle rope and onto the floor. He staggers around ringside, trying to shake the cobwebs off. Meanwhile, McGurk is watching him closely and bounces off the ropes with great speed for his size.
Alecia Matthews: There's no way he's going for a dive. But then again it is Superbrawl.
He does indeed charge for a suicide dive, and at the moment he reaches the ropes . . . Bishop pops up and hits him with an elbow strike!
Wayne McGurk staggers back, and Bishop doesn't miss a beat. He climbs to the top rope and hits a flying forearm. Now McGurk is really down and out on the mat. Bishop attempts to finish it off by locking in Via Dolorosa, but McGurk reaches the ropes before it can be locked in.
Bishop drags him back towards the center of the ring by the legs, and this time tries to hook in a boston crab. McGurk uses his weight advantage to flip Bishop, but Bishop lands right on his feet. He bounces off the ropes, looking to hit McGurk once he gets up. Instead, he's met with a lariat that drops him.
Alecia Matthews: Nothing fancy about that, but it just flattened Joe Bishop.
McGurk gets right back to work, hitting Bishop with a powerbomb. He stays on top and turns it into a cover.
1!
2!
Bishop kicks out.
McGurk doesn't let go, lifting Bishop back up for another powerbomb. Bishop breaks up this attempt by connecting with a couple right hands. He slips out the back and lands on the mat, trying to pull McGurk down for a sunset flip. McGurk finds an innovative way to block it: with a punch.
But Bishop moves out of the wave and hits the now fallen McGurk with a punt kick! He makes the cover.
1!
2!
McGurk kicks out.
Bishop immediately locks in the Via Dolorosa.
Alecia Matthews: Bishop finally has it on! Wayne McGurk may have no choice but to tap.
McGurk struggles and struggles and Bishop seems to only dig in deeper. Wayne puts his hand up in the air . . .
. . . and gets one foot on the bottom rope.
Bishop wastes no time, popping back to his feet and climbing the top rope. Once perched up there, he smacks his right knee, seeming to indicate a flying knee is coming for McGurk. He launches himself at McGurk as he reaches his feet, and McGurk knocks out of midair with a big boot!
Alecia Matthews: Oh my god! Joe Bishop just went down like a lead balloon!
With the end seemingly near, Wayne McGurk military presses Joe Bishop and hits him with the Dead End. He makes the cover.
1!
2!
3!
DING DING DING
Christa Adina: Here is your winner, WAYNE MCGURK!
After spending a few moments acknowledging and celebrating with the fans, McGurk turns back to Bishop, who has now reached his feet. They stare at each other for a moment before Bishop extends his hand. The two men shake hands and then follow it up with a quick hug. The packed Wembley Stadium crowd rises to their feet for their ovation.
Alecia Matthews: In a night full of blood feuds and violence, it's nice to see a showing of respect between two athletes. I also suspect that's the last time we'll see anything like this tonight. |
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Post by Thunder on Apr 25, 2021 20:08:07 GMT -5
Darkness. There would be silence if not for the sound of a ticking clock. That sound, that repetitive tick... tick... tick echoes, until it isn’t singular, until there’s quite clearly two, then four, then eight, on and on until it's an endless chorus of the sound is almost deafening.
A room, every inch of every wall covered by a variety of clocks ticking out of sync with the others. While their distorted metronome has no rhyme nor reason they all read the same, singular time.
Five minutes to midnight.
In the centre of the room, surrounded by the deafening hum of time running out, a madman sits on a single, white wooden seat. His black hood covers his head, a completely plain white mask hides his face. He lifts his hand slowly, methodically, and clicks his fingers. Just once.
The ticking aligns, all in one moment, to become a singular, recurring note. Tick, tick, tick. Behind him, every clock’s minute hand moves in unison.
Four minutes to midnight.
The screen distorts, flashes of events past appearing. The tick, tick, ticking of the clocks continuing in haunting unison.
A church burns, guns fire, a glass chamber explodes.
A juddering cut brings the madman back to the forefront. His mask is now cracked, part of where an eye should be having fallen. In its place a dark red patch of skin is visible. Behind him the minute hand has ticked further, closer to a foregone conclusion.
Tick, tick, tick.
Three minutes to midnight.
Flashes of Drakz, Josh Dean, EBR, appear, celebrating momentous moments in their careers.
The man sits, motionless, but the mask cracks further. A chunk falls from his forehead, another from his cheek. Once again the eerie hue of crimson skin lies beneath. If this is wrong to the madman he doesn’t notice.
Tick, tick, tick.
Two minutes to midnight.
A glass cabinet glittering gold. The WFWF World Heavyweight Championship, the International Championship, the Tag Team, National and Hardcore X Championship. But the glass is cracked, and each belt torn, tattered, splattered with blood.
The last remnants of the white mask falls from the madman’s face, revealing a bright red face beneath it, eyes and mouth barely visible, something familiar about it but so wrong, so inhuman. Something drips from his face to the floor. The red isn’t skin, or flesh, or a mask beneath the white facade.
It’s blood, so much blood, pouring down the madman’s face, dripping to the floor, a crimson mask of impossible proportions. The blood runs down his skin, or what’s left of it, faster and faster, pooling at his feet.
Tick, tick, tick.
One minute to midnight.
The swing of a barbed wire baseball bat, cracking at the back of a skull, over, and over, and over again. Each time with a chilling thud, thud, thud.
TICK.
Each time it collides the man slams his own palm against the side of his head, sending blood flying, spraying across the clocks as they tick down to their inevitable end point.
TICK.
The man stands, blood dripping down from his hands, pouring from his fingertips.
One… final… tick.
Midnight. Doomsday. The apocalypse.
?: It’s time.
Darkness, then light.
Wembley stadium, the middle of the ring. The man sits there, on a folded out steel chair, his head lowered, hiding his face, a microphone in hand. At his feet a barbed wire steel baseball bat lies, a puddle of blood pooled at it’s tip. He brings the microphone to his lips, and speaks slowly.
?: This ring was the sight of my massacre, but you made one mistake.
He raises his head and the hood falls back, a very familiar face staring daggers straight down the lens of the camera. The crowd erupts as they realise just who this madman sitting in front of them truly is, a face not seen in over two years, seemingly risen from the dead. The true villain of the WFWF is back.
Trace Demon: You should’ve made sure I was dead, but don’t worry WFWF, I’m going to do what you failed at… I’m going to end you, once and for all. Game over.
Trace Demon has returned, and the end begins now.
Alecia Matthews: Folks, I don't even know what to say after that. In a night full of shocks, Trace Demon has now returned. At this point, I'd expect anything.
The stage then catches fire!
Alecia Matthews: What the hell??
Lay you down, lay you dead
No more tears, no more breath
A faint guitar strums echoes through the arena speakers as the foreboding lyrics drone on and on.
And the numbness chills my side
And then there's nothing till the sunlight cries
The glazing eyes all full of flies
And then there's nothing till the sunlight ride
And when you walk that veil of night
And you're too numb to realize
That you're going out on your last ride
The entrance stage continues to burn, the raging inferno only growing bigger and bigger.
Then through the inferno, Tyson Watts emerges from the flames pulling a rope.
Alecia Matthews: I know this is SuperBrawl but…what the hell is going on??
The rope that Watts is dragging down the stage reveals a black horse at the end of it.
On top of the horse is one Johnny Mason, riding the steed through the fire and the flames.
Both Watts and Mason are wearing matching red outfits; Watts a bright red suit as if he were a bible salesman straight from Hell.
The red on Mason complements the icy cold demeanor, riding through the heat like a warrior heading to his last battle.
And I'm lonely when the world has died
And I'm killing time down on my last ride
And I'm lonely when the world has gone and died
And I'm lonely when the world has died
Yet I'm killing time down on my last ride
F**k I'm lonely when the world has come and died
Once Watts has escorted the steed at the end of the stage, Mason looks around the sold-out Wembley Stadium and raises the Vanguard Championship above his head. At the same time, the heat from Satan’s inferno suddenly turns into an icy cold death; the flames slowly turning into sharp shards.
The place so cold, even the devil would find solace.
Watts applauds Mason as he enters the squared circle.
The crowd grow eager as they await the arrival of his opponent and arguably – the most anticipated return of all-time. Mason doesn’t take his eyes off the stage which is still encased in ice.
Then – the crowd pops!
Alecia Matthews: Oh my God!
No music plays whatsoever as Mesh emerges from behind the curtain and through the shards of ice; her hair a ghastly white, her skin just as pale but what shocks everyone is what she’s wearing.
Alecia Matthews: Is that….the same outfit from SuperBrawl X? Oh my God….it still has her blood on it….she looks like a….zombie….
The first-ever Vanguard Champion makes her way down the ring, not acknowledging her adoring fans.
No strobing lights.
No pulsing music.
No dancing.
Nothing.
She enters the ring, her blank expression remaining static.
DING! DING! DING!
Christa Adina: The following contest is scheduled for one-fall and it is for the WFWF Vanguard Championship! Introducing first -
Despite the darkness that has removed all the color from Mesh, the fans still love her!
Christa Adina: From Los Angeles, CA….Mesh!
The roof of Wembley Stadium nearly implodes at the reception!
Christa Adina: And her opponent -
The opposite reaction from Mesh.
Watts laughs and revels in the raucous reception. Mason remains stoic and unfazed.
Christa Adina: From Minneapolis, MN, weighing in at 220 pounds…..he is the current, reigning and defending WFWF Vanguard Champion…..Johnny Mason!!
The Icebreaker, without taking his eyes off Mesh, slowly raises the Vanguard Championship above his head before the referee; Referee Peter North holds it in the center of the ring.
Alecia Matthews: That’s what this match is all about. For Mason, it’s about proving himself to everyone, to cement his legacy as a champion. For Mesh, it’s about proving that she’s still got it and to reclaim her spot in the WFWF hierarchy.
Mason walks to the center of the ring, Mesh stays idle in the corner. Mason calls her name, but the former champion has that thousand-yard stare that is seen in victims of trauma.
Mason gets closer to her and she doesn’t react.
The Icebreaker smirks – before slapping Mesh.
The crowd aren’t too happy about that.
Yet, Mesh remains a statue.
Alecia Matthews: I am seriously worried about Mesh in this match. Her head is a giant target for Mason….I don’t like this….
He slaps her again but Mesh remains unmoved.
The siren wails of Watts can be heard in the background as Mason continues to taunt Mesh.
He goes to slap her again but stops when he sees that she doesn’t flinch.
Instead – he kicks her in the stomach and by the hair, throws her into the opposite corner. Head first.
Alecia Matthews: Oh no….
Mason punches Mesh directly in the head which causes Mesh to react for the first time in the match; by yelping in pain. She scurries away, doing her best to distance herself from her opponent but like the wolverine that he is, Mason doesn’t let up.
The Wembley crowd watch on in horror as Mason punts and kicks Mesh’s sensitive head, resulting in her screaming and yelping to grow louder and more frantic with each crushing blow.
Mason gets Mesh down and proceeds to step on her head, her screaming becoming more and more disturbing by the minute. Mason and Watts laugh like hyenas. The referee manages to get Mason off her but while he tends to the critically injured Mesh, Watts stealthily removes the pad from the turnbuckle.
Alecia Matthews: Oh come on! This isn’t even a wrestling match anymore!
Mason shoves the referee to the side, knowing full well what Watts did.
From one side of the ring, Mason irish-whips Mesh into the exposed turnbuckle. Head first.
Her screams are deafening.
Alecia Matthews: Okay, I’m not comfortable with this…
She slides under the ring, grabbing her head as she stumbles by the announce table. The referee goes to check on her where red spots are seen, splattered on her greyish hair.
Alecia Matthews: Okay, seriously – someone stop this!
Mesh’s eyes widen at the sight of her own cerebral blood but before she can process, if she even do that either what’s going on -
Alecia Matthews: Mason with a springboard knee to the outside!
Mason’s knee connected with Mesh’s face which sends her tumbling down to the padding as the back of her head connects first.
Watts howls again as Mason smirks, stalking Mesh.
More stiff kicks and punts to the side of Mesh’s head which send her flailing in pain. She distances herself from Mason yet again but he’s too fresh, he closes the gap in mere seconds.
Alecia Matthews: Overhead belly-to-back suplex!
The bottom of Mesh’s boots smack the edge of the ring steps as she screams again.
Watts can be heard screaming at the top of his lungs -
Tyson Watts: THIS IS YOUR MOMENT, BABY! MAKE IT YOURS!
Mesh crawls away from Mason as droplets of blood drip down her hair and leave a trial on the padding. Mesh crawls under the bottom rope but Mesh has her scent.
And he smells her blood.
Tyson Watts continues to howl like a wolf
Tyson Watts: COME AND GET IT, BABY!
Johnny Mason looks confused until suddenly -
Alecia Matthews: Whoa! What!?
Dion Jackson with a lowblow to Mason, followed by an enziguri!
DING! DING! DING!
Dion Jackson stands before Mason who looks up at him. As he goes to get up -
Alecia Matthews: Wait, what?!
Tyson Watts, Vanguard Championship in hand drilled Johnny Mason in the back of the head.
Then he starts laughing like The Joker.
The fat man points to the top rope which prompts Dion to climb it and nail The Phoenix Splash onto Mason!
The crowd suddenly boos Dion and cheers Mason!
With Mason out, Tyson spits on Mason and then raises Dion’s arm in victory!
The two men exit the ring, leaving Mesh a bloodied mess and Mason – embarrassed on The Biggest Show of the Year.
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Christa Adina: The following match 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 ... hailing from Los Angeles, California ...
Alecia Matthews: This is certainly expected to be an interesting match here. Their match against each other at Animalize was widely praised and considered one of the stand-outs of the WFWF's 2020, so considering the precedent they've already set plus Penny's actions afterwards ... I'm expecting this match to hit even harder.
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.
Christa Adina: Standing at 6'3 and weighing in at 245 lbs ...
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.
Christa Adina: E-B-R!
He enters the ring and approaches his respective corner, removing his robe as he awaits the start of the match.
Alecia Matthews: I was able to talk to EBR earlier tonight, specifically regarding his feelings towards Penny Shannon and to his credit he seemed very focused and unfazed. If there's personal animosity, it doesn't seem to be coming from his end.
Arena lights fall dim as sparkles of purple, pink, and baby blue settle around the entrance way. Smoke fills the isle as the march of Bikini Kill's "Rebel Girl" damn near rips the speakers in two!
Christa Adina: And his opponent ... from Toronto, Canada ...
Penny pushes herself through the entrance curtain, hooded up in her signature hoodie. She takes a moment to stand by the edge of the stage, pulling down her hood before Vanessa McGurk emerges from behind.
Christa Adina: Standing at 5'7 and weighing in at 134 lbs ...
Alecia Matthews: And that right there, Vanessa McGurk, might just be what swings this match in Penny Shannon's favor. We saw what Vanessa helped do to EBR at Fright Night. There's still a lot of resentment, and regardless of what you think of either, it's hard to really blame her.
With Vanessa behind her Penny approaches the ring before slipping in beneath the ropes, charging up the turnbuckle and raising her left arm in the air in a single fist.
Christa Adina: Pennnnny ... Shaaaaaaaaaaaaaanon!!
Both stand in opposite corners as the bell is rung and we begin.
Ding! Ding! Ding!
Just like that. Both competitors slowly emerge from the corners, meeting in the middle of the ring before they engage in a collar and elbow tie up. Grabbing hold of Penny's left arm EBR is able to twist it into an arm-wringer, pushing the smaller competitor to one knee. Using her athleticism, Penny is able to roll forward, taking him down with an arm-drag in the process. Both wrestlers are quick to their feet, Penny on the attack first as she grabs onto EBR's head and attempts a headlock takedown. Unfortunately, EBR's one hundred pound weight advantage proves too much and the move is ultimately unsuccessful as she's unable to take EBR over. In perfect position, EBR locks his arms around her waist and looks for his patented Back-Drop Driver. As she's elevated Penny is able to flip out of the attempt, landing behind EBR before taking out the back of his leg with a short dropkick. Now on one knee, Penny charges at EBR for an early Liberty Cap, but it's avoided as EBR quickly rises to a standing position and steps away from the attempt. There's a temporary stalemate as both trade stares.
Alecia Matthews: Both have one another well scouted in the early goings here.
Again, both engage in a simple collar and elbow tie up. EBR is able to out muscle Penny to a knee before he attempts a headlock take over of his own. Due to ring positioning Penny is able to outstretch her arm and grab onto the rope for support, causing only EBR to hit the mat. Quickly capitalizing she grabs onto EBR's left arm, wrapping her legs around before taking him down with a La Magistral Cradle.
... 1...
EBR quickly breaks the pin attempt as both are quick to their feet. EBR charges at Penny, who responds by dodging out of the way. After EBR hits the ropes Penny is able to catch him with a hurricanrana on the rebound, the pure momentum sending EBR rolling to his feet. She catches him with a quick dropkick, sending him staggering into the corner. As he charges out with am arm extended in a Lariat attempt Penny ducks under, catching him with a roundhouse kick to the side of his head which drops him, before following it up with another dropkick.
Alecia Matthews: Penny has the speed advantage and she's using it to the upmost effectiveness.
With EBR down in the ropes, Penny immediately connects with a barrage of mounted punches to his face.
Seeing as how he's already in the ropes the referee calls for Penny to break it up, giving her the count of five to do so. Penny ignores it until the referee hits four, in which she finally backs away. EBR remains seated, checking his nose as he leans against the ropes. He looks at Penny and gives a slight nod in acknowledgement.
Bringing himself up, EBR looks for the third collar and tie up of the contest. Penny approaches, but rather than engage she opts to connect with a right fist to EBR's nose, drawing "ooohs" from the crowd. EBR nods his head, his voice getting picked up by a nearby camera.
EBR: Alright ... I feel 'ya.
Alecia Matthews: It certainly looks like Penny wants to turn this into a fight.
Forgoing any tie-up, both tentatively circle one another as they wait for their opponent to make the first move. It happens to be Penny, who goes in for EBR's leg in an attempt to take him down. EBR immediately grabs her, gutwrench suplexing her with relative ease. The pure force sends Penny back up to her feet and charging at the waiting EBR who meets her halfway with a shoulder block, rocking her into the turnbuckles. EBR follows it up with a barrage of chops to her chest and forearms to her face, alternating between each until Penny grasps onto the ropes and the referee calls for a break. EBR does so - immediately - as he steps away and smirks at Penny Shannon who simply stares back.
EBR: You wanna dance, we'll dance.
Aggravated at getting shown up, Penny dashes at EBR, getting him in the jaw with an European uppercut. It staggers EBR, allowing Penny to connect with two more before she backs him into the ropes. She attempts to Irish whip him out, but EBR holds onto the ropes to prevent any movement. Before Penny has the chance to make any adjustment EBR dips his shoulder, using his size advantage to vault Penny over the ropes and onto the ring apron. Able to land on her feet, Penny grabs EBR from behind and applies a Dragon Sleeper through the ropes! The referee calls for a break, which Penny does just before he reaches the five count.
Alecia Matthews: Penny using every last second to her advantage, and frankly I applaud her for it. It certainly goes against the honor of the sport, but recent WFWF appearances have shown she doesn't exactly care how people feel about her actions. I say if you can get away with it, do it. As the old saying goes - "if you're not playing on the edge, you're being stupid. Don't be stupid.".
Staggered and trying to catch his breath, EBR stands in the ring with his back to Penny Shannon. Looking to take advantage Penny springboards onto the top rope, but to her detriment she discovers EBR was simply playing coy as he quickly jerks around, and before Penny can make any sort of mid-air adjustment is knocked off the rope and onto the ring apron with a hard forearm to the face.
With Penny downed on the apron EBR exits and attempts to bring her back into the ring, but is caught with a two handed chop to his throat. Penny hooks EBR's head, looking to Superplex him off the ring apron. The size and weight advantage proves too much however, and instead it's Penny Shannon who's lifted off the ring apron and into the ring with EBR's own suplex attempt. Penny lands on her feet, and as EBR turns around to inspect his work is caught in the jaw with a hard thrust kick. With EBR dazed, Penny bursts towards EBR and vaults over the top rope, taking both of them to the outside with a hurricanrana!
Alecia Matthews: That athleticism! The ease with which she just cleared the ropes ... that's impressive, no doubt.
Penny slides back into the ring, breaking the referee's count as EBR is much slower to react. While Penny and the referee engage in a brief conversation, EBR gets himself up to his feet and looks to re-enter the ring, but is suddenly grabbed from behind by Vanessa McGurk and slammed face first into the ring post!
Alecia Matthews: And that right there is exactly what I talked about earlier! I don't condone her actions, in fact I think they're wrong ... but I'm lying if I said I don't understand them.
Hearing the impact, the referee immediately turns towards the outside, seeing only the aftermath. He looks back at Penny Shannon who simply shrugs innocently. On his hands and knees EBR very slowly attempts to bring himself up, only to be meet with Penny Shannon suicide diving through the middle and third rope, catching EBR on the way down with a Tornado DDT!
Alecia Matthews: Those mats don't offer much protection!
Dragging up the larger opponent, Penny is able to impressively roll his body into the ring before she does the same and makes a cover.
... 1...
... 2 ...
EBR is able to kick out. Looking to keep the advantage, Penny applies a reverse chin-lock and looks to keep EBR grounded. While initially successful, after a few moments EBR is able to bring himself up and elbow Penny in the mid-section, breaking the hold. He hits the ropes in front of him as Penny does the same to the ropes behind her, catching him with a springboard clothesline on the rebound. She hooks his leg.
... 1 ...
… 2 ...
Kick out. Taking her time, she helps EBR up to his feet and grabs him a front-face lock, before executing a very impressive snap suplex. While the crowd is impressed by the show of strength Penny is undeterred, simply exiting the ring and ascending the top rope.
Alecia Matthews: Penny has certainly taken over the last few moments here ...
She dives off with an elbow drop, but is met with nothing but the canvas as EBR desperately rolls out of the way. Holding her joint Penny is slow to get up, and giving him just enough time to reach his feet first EBR grabs Penny by the waist near the corner of the ring and looks for a T-Bone Suplex. While he's able to perform it, Penny acrobatically lands on the second turnbuckle. She immediately leaps back, catching EBR with a diving Tornado DDT!
Alecia Matthews: ... EBR just can't counter her speed. She's using her strengths to her advantage, which sounds obvious but it's very easy to get taken off track once you're in there. She's wrestling a smart match.
Firmly in control at this point Penny waits until EBR attempts to make it to his feet, catching him in the back with a front dropkick, sending him chest first and resting into the turnbuckles. In prone position, she exits the opposite side of the ring.
Alecia Matthews: She's looking for the Pennytrator!
Springboarding off the top rope and diving across the ring she looks for the patented missile dropkick to his ass, but EBR suddenly turns around and catches Shannon in mid-air, smacking her into the canvas with a Uranage Slam!
Alecia Matthews: Penny Shannon just bounced off the mat from that impact!
Dropping to a knee and collecting his bearings, EBR takes inspiration from the Wembley Stadium crowd going wild and does his best Dikembe Mutombo impersonation, wagging his index finger.
With the advantage for the first time in several moments EBR gives an unwanted assist to Penny, helping to her feet only to take her down with a T-Bone Suplex. Once Penny gets up off the canvas, she's immediately thrown with another one. Looking for the trifecta, EBR connects with the third T-Bone, this time sending Penny colliding into the turnbuckle pads before sprawling to the mat. With the crowd going crazy he lifts Penny up and onto his shoulders, spiking her back down with an Emerald Flowsion! He makes a cover.
... 1 ...
... 2 ...
Penny kicks out.
Alecia Matthews: EBR with an offensive onslaught here!
Taking a quick moment to collect himself, EBR grabs Penny by the head before he's suddenly caught with a Small Package pin.
... 1 ...
... 2 ...
While EBR is able to get Penny off him, the agile Penny Shannon rolls back towards EBR's legs, looking to apply a Sharpshooter. EBR fights off the attempt, at least until Penny uses her free leg to brutally axe kick EBR square in the face! While the hit staggers him EBR continues to resist the hold, in effect causing Penny to connect with several more!
Alecia Matthews: Penny trying for the Sharpshooter, and it certainly looks like she's going to get it applied through whatever means necessary. Can you imagine how she'll be if she can make EBR tap out?
After a brutal barrage of hard kicks which bordered on stomps to her opponent's face, Penny is finally able to turn EBR onto his stomach, the Sharpshooter fully applied. EBR desperately attempts to crawl to the ropes, using his strength advantage to drag both himself and Penny towards them. Looking back, Penny again contorts her body enough to use her free leg to again stomp him in the back of the skull, all while keeping the hold applied! She does it repeatedly, for several moments, until EBR finally stops crawling and simply lies on the canvas, motionless.
Alecia Matthews: We know how lethal EBR's strikes can be, but Penny may have just killed him with those!
As the referee checks on the nearly comatose EBR, Penny leans back in the hold.
Alecia Matthews: He may not even be conscious at this point!
As if on cue, EBR gradually begins to stir, very slowly continuing his journey to the ropes as he drags himself and Penny towards them. Penny attempts to bring him back to the middle of the ring, but desperate his weakened state, is unable to muster the strength.
Naturally, she again resorts to stomping him in the back of the head!
Alecia Matthews: She may kill him with those!
EBR continues to inch towards the ropes as Penny continues to pummel him with more stomps, the force of the kicks nearly causing her to relinquish the hold. With her grip slipping, this gives EBR just the opening he needs to make one last crawl and this throw his right arm over the bottom rope.
Alecia Matthews: Some how, some way, EBR was able to get out of it.
The referee immediately calls for a break, which surprisingly and perhaps because she already lost her clasp on EBR's legs, Penny obliges with. She drops to the mat in exhaustion, collecting herself as EBR leans against the ropes and attempts to do the same. Both make direct eye contact with one another.
Massaging the back of his dome and later running his hand over his mouth to check for any damage, EBR nods slowly in Penny's direction. He breaks his gaze only to turn his head, taking a bloody spit before raising his arm subtly, as if to make a toast. A slight smile spreads across his face.
EBR: I see you ... player to player ... pimp to pimp ...
As if on cue, both immediately get to their feet, meeting in the centre of the ring as Penny fires at EBR with a stiff uppercut, which EBR responds to with a forearm. They repeat this. Again and again and again. And again. Wembley Stadium goes into a frenzy.
Alecia Matthews: They're just unloading on one another!
After nearly thirty seconds of trading blows both Penny's and EBR's strikes gradually begin to hit with less frequency. With both reeling, Penny catches EBR in the jaw with one of her strongest uppercuts, sending EBR staggering back. As she looks to capitalize, EBR reciprocates with one of his strongest forearms, sending her stumbling back into the ropes. Firing off them for added momentum, she gets EBR with an uppercut that sends him to a knee, forcing one of them out of a standing position for the first time in the exchange. Seeing as how it worked so well the first time Penny bounces off the ropes again, but before she can connect EBR springs up, blasting her in the face with a forearm. The force again sends her back into the ropes, and as she comes out she's met with a Pump Knee!
Alecia Matthews: The Black Sun!
With his opponent mangled in a heap near the ropes EBR backs away across the ring before he charges at her for another, and more effective, Black Sun. At the last moment Penny drops to the mat while pulling down the ropes, sending EBR up and over them onto the ring apron. As he steadies himself, Penny jumps and connects with a high knee to EBR's head, leaving him dazed on the apron as she runs at the ropes and connects with a Tiger Feint Kick to his kidneys. With EBR dazed, Penny hooks his head and runs up the turnbuckles from the inside of the ring before clearing the top rope ...
Alecia Matthews: She's going to Tornado DDT to him to the outside of the ring! That'll kill him!
... But before she can spike EBR onto the thin mats on the outside EBR catches her on his shoulders, and after a quick re-position, drills her onto the ring apron with a Death Valley Driver!
Alecia Matthews: That'll kill her!
EBR rolls Penny's body under the bottom rope and back into the ring before the clearly exhausted EBR takes a moment to collect himself. With the referee's concern and attention paid to Penny Shannon, EBR remains on the outside with his hands on his hips as he huffs and tries to catch his breath. Near him and watching from behind is Vanessa McGurk, mirroring the same position they found themselves in earlier in the match.
Vanessa never makes a move as EBR finally senses the situation, turning around and meeting eyes. There's tentative stand-off as neither says a word, and only ends once Vanessa subtly cocks her head towards the ring, essentially imploring EBR to return to the match. EBR does just that.
Alecia Matthews: Vanessa had every opportunity to attack EBR again and she chose not to. It's almost as if as this match has unfolded, she wants Penny Shannon to win with as little controversy as possible.
With Penny struggling to make it to her feet, EBR grabs hold of her left arm, hooking it under his arm pit as he grabs onto her legs and elevates her off the mat, sending her crashing back down with the arm-trapped Angle Slam he dubs the Steel Curtain. He hooks Penny's leg.
... 1 ...
... 2 ...
Kickout!
Undeterred, EBR hooks Penny's head in a front-face lock, evidently looking for his Black Hole finish. He's able to lift Penny in the air, but before he can perform the Northern Lights Bomb Penny is able to knee him in the head, causing him to break the attempt. She quickly capitalizes with an Enziguri to the side of EBR's dome, dropping him to a hunched position before she runs the ropes. On the defensive EBR extends his arm for a desperation Lariat, but Penny is able to duck the attempt and wraps around his body, snapping him face first into her knee with a Floatover DDT!
Alecia Matthews: "A Little Mascara!"
Upon impact EBR's head shoots back, bloody spit emanating from his mouth as he immediately drops to the canvas. Penny makes the cover.
... 1 ...
... 2 ...
EBR is able to get his shoulder up. Penny waits for EBR to slowly make it back to his feet, locking her arms around his waist. Impressively, she lifts the much larger opponent and connects with a Northern Lights Suplex!
Alecia Matthews: Amazing display of strength by Penny! After everything they've put each other through, she still find a way to lift someone who has over one hundred pounds on her!
Not breaking her grasp, Penny rolls over with EBR still intact. While much slower than before, she again executes another Northern Lights Suplex.
Alecia Matthews: She's actually going for her patented Atomic Northern Lights! And she's doing it!
Keeping her persistence, Penny rolls over yet again and looks to make it thrice, but the incredible display of strength is abruptly halted as EBR suddenly snaps to life, locking his own arms around Penny's waist and dropping her with a Folding Power-Bomb! He keeps her legs pressed over her head, and the referee drops for the count.
Alecia Matthews: May have it!
... 1 ...
... 2 ...
Penny is able to muscle her shoulder up, to which EBR responds by rolling Penny backwards and into a kneeling position. He smashes her in the face with his knee!
Stepping away, EBR eyes the downed Penny who struggles to make it to her feet. Looking for another Black Sun, he dashes from across the ring to ideally increase the impact, but as he approaches Penny suddenly snaps her leg in EBR's direction, Super Kicking him square in the charging knee! EBR drops to one knee in clear and obvious distress, giving Penny the opportunity to catch him in the jaw with another Super Kick! She collapses on top of EBR.
Alecia Matthews: And now Penny may have it!
... 1 ...
... 2 ...
EBR lifts his right shoulder. Physically drained, Penny slowly rolls herself off of her opponent and brings herself to her feet. She waits until EBR gets himself onto one knee, and with him now in the perfect position she charges towards him for the Liberty Cap. Before she can step off his knee however, she's scooped and planted head first into the canvas with a Scoop Tombstone! EBR keeps the leg hooked upon impact.
... 1 ...
... 2 ...
Penny just gets the shoulder up. EBR remains on his knees, hands on his hips and clearly exhausted while the stadium gives a roaring applause to both competitors.
Alecia Matthews: It's a roller coaster of emotions!
Sensing that the end must be near, EBR drags Penny up from behind. He locks his arms around her waist in preparation for the Back-Drop Driver. Almost predictably at this point it doesn't go as planned as Penny desperately fights out, chopping out of EBR's grasp. She immediately drops to the canvas, attempting to slide between EBR's legs ...
Alecia Matthews: Penny looking for the same pin she used to beat him at Animalize!
But alas, EBR was at Animalize and has it scouted. Before Penny can scoot between his legs he grabs onto her arms, holding her in place and lifting her upper body off the mat in a modified surfboard. He places his foot on the back of her head, only to bring it down and stomp her face first into the mat!
Alecia Matthews: Curb Your Enthuasiasm!
With the previous two attempts at his different finishers thwarted, EBR contemplates how to best approach ending the match, setting on exiting the ring and ascending to the top rope. Before he can connect with the King Kong Knee Drop he dubs the Air Jordan, Penny finds another immaculate burst of energy and runs up the turnbuckles from the inside of the ring, smacking EBR upside the head with a Shotei! Staggered and straddled on the turnbuckles, Penny joins him and hooks him for a Superplex.
Alecia Matthews: She can't possibly find the strength, can she?
EBR grabs onto the ropes, blocking the move as Penny continues the attempt until EBR's finally able to break it with a well timed headbutt. He shoves Penny off the ropes, and with her balance on display is able to land on her feet. She again demonstrates her speed and athleticism as she leaps towards him, wrapping her legs around his head in a Hurricanrana attempt. But alas, with the combination of EBR again clutching at the ropes and the overwhelming fatigue setting in, Penny can't find the strength to take EBR off and only finds herself crashing chest first into the canvas. Sensing the opportunity, EBR rises from his seated position on the top rope and steps off, his knee slamming into the back of Penny Shannon's neck!
Alecia Matthews: The Air Jordan! Did you see the impact of that? Penny's head hit the canvas first and the rest of her body just kind of followed after!
Inching towards the face downed Penny, EBR rolls her over, hooking the leg.
... 1 ...
... 2 ...
Penny, somehow, finds the strength to just get her shoulder up. EBR steps away from Penny, giving her space to get up as she clutches at the ring ropes for assistance. He remains in the opposite corner, watching from a distance as Penny tries to pull herself up, stumbling with her back towards him the entire time. Historically, the most unfortunate of positions to be in when sharing the ring with one EBR.
Alecia Matthews: He has Penny reeling and in a pretty defenseless position. Could he be thinking what I'm thinking of? On numerous occasions he's loudly expressed contrition for his use of his infamous "George Atkinson Lariat" ... I can't imagine he'd even think of doing it ... would he?
Watching Penny from afar EBR remains still, waiting patiently as she tries to collect her bearings. After a few moments EBR finally moves, not to remove his elbow pad as the precursor to the George Atkinson Lariat, but instead to pull down his right knee pad. Only once Penny turns around to face him does EBR rush out of the corner, sprinting towards her.
Alecia Matthews: He's going for the Black Sun!
Somehow, Penny is able slip through the middle and third ropes at just the last moment, and EBR goes knee first into middle turnbuckle, the force evident as the ropes shake uncontrollably!
Alecia Matthews: Penny Shannon may have just saved her own life!
EBR drops, clutching at his knee and howling in agony as Penny takes a moment to measure herself, but quickly cuts it off as she scales the turnbuckles and dives off, double stomping EBR square in the face! That may have broken his nose!
Indeed, the blood quickly begins to gush out of EBR's nostrils as Penny looks to capitalize, grabbing her hunched over opponent by his right arm to hold him in place before she fires away with a barrage of rapid kicks to his face!
Trying to use his left arm to stop the onslaught, it proves futile for EBR as Penny simply bats it away and continues to unload. Once she has EBR weakened to her liking, and with his right arm still in her possession, she drops to the mat and wraps her legs around EBR's head, effectively applying a Triangle Choke!
Alecia Matthews: He's fading!
The referee checks on EBR while Penny keeps her vice-like grip firmly applied. He raises EBR's arm and releases it, causing it to droop to the canvas.
Alecia Matthews: That's one!
The referee repeats the procedure. It produces the same result.
Alecia Matthews: Two! Penny did it. I think she's knocked him out.
As the referee attempts it for the third time, miraculously, EBR keeps it suspended as the crowd goes crazy.
Alecia Matthews: Not yet!
With her larger opponent beginning to stir Penny attempts to counter by sporadically breaking the Triangle Choke to axe kick EBR in the back of the head before immediately resuming the hold, and while certainly effective and undoubtedly painful, it doesn't supply enough deterrence to keep EBR from muscling up the strength to bring himself - and by proxy Penny Shannon - up from the mat!
Alecia Matthews: Penny's in a bad way, he may be looking for a Power-Bomb -
... Which he is, but Penny sees it coming a mile away and before EBR can fully rise, Penny instantly breaks the hold, landing on her feet. She's standing, EBR is on one knee ...
Alecia Matthews: Liberty Cap!
Penny steps off EBR's recently exposed knee, looking to put the final touches and exclamation point on the match as she comes down with the stomp.
But somehow, EBR's able to pull his upperbody away at just the last moment!
Alecia Matthews: He dodged it!
Penny stomps nothing but the mat, allowing EBR to shove her in the back and into the ring ropes. As she rebounds, she's immediately caught from around the waist and dropped on her head with his Back-Drop Driver!
Alecia Matthews: He got it!
The speed and momentum of the impact sends Penny rolling backwards, and EBR, with a renewed sense of vitality and outright urgency quickly gets her in a front-face lock, elevating her up and dropping her back down with his patented Northern Lights Bomb!
Alecia Matthews: The Black Hole! If he doesn't have it here, and I don't think he ever will!
With his opponent in a perfect supine position, EBR hooks her leg as the referee counts.
... 1 ...
... 2 ...
... 3 ...
Ding! Ding! Ding!
Christa Adina: Your winner of the match ... EBR!
With "Reunited" playing throughout the arena EBR rolls off of Penny Shannon and remains on his knees, hands on his hips and quite clearly physically and mentally spent as Wembley Stadium gives both competitors a much deserved standing ovation.
Alecia Matthews: We went into this match with a lot of hype after their match at Animalize. At SuperBrawl, the expectations were raised ... to say they delivered just might be an understatement. All I can say is "wow". What a match.
Engaging in a quick conversation with the referee EBR rubs his hand over his face and checks the condition of his nose, replying with a shrug and a firm but polite disregard for medical attention. He rises to his feet and leans against the turnbuckle, wiping off a combination of sweat and blood.
Alecia Matthews: EBR returned to the WFWF after an eight year absence a little under ten months ago. He's been quiet, perhaps uncharacteristically so, and when pressed clarified that he wanted to let his actions do all his talking. Well tonight, on the biggest stage, they spoke. And they loudly reminded everyone just how good he is. The term "statement win" gets thrown around a lot ... but this feels like a statement win.
In the other corner of the ring is Penny Shannon, resting against the bottom turnbuckle as Vanessa McGurk checks on her condition. Penny simply shakes her head, an unexpressive look etched across her face.
Alecia Matthews: If you're Penny Shannon ... you can only imagine the disappointment she must be feeling. Anybody who watched the match would agree she probably deserved a better fate then what she got tonight ... but I want to you think about the match we just witnessed. She essentially challenged EBR to turn this into a fight, which everyone and their mother would say is the worst thing she could do ... now look at her, and look at EBR. She isn't the one gushing blood. She traded shot for shot with EBR, and not only took whatever he could give, but gave it back just as hard. EBR may have beaten her, but an equally accurate description would be to say he survived her.
While on opposite ends, both Penny and EBR make eye contact. There's a momentary pause before EBR emerges to the middle of the ring, Penny doing the same. Their eye contact never breaks as EBR extends his right hand.
EBR: Good match.
The outstretched hand lingers only briefly before Penny shakes it.
Penny Shannon: You too.
The crowd claps at the show of sportsmanship, and give another round of applause once EBR shakes the extended hand of Vanessa. McGurk. Neither say anything to one another, just simply nod their heads and once the hand shake is completed Penny and Vanessa depart from the ring, exiting the ringside area.
Alone in the ring, EBR soaks in the moment before he briefly acknowledges the supportive crowd and rolls under the bottom rope. He ascends the entrance ramp, removing his wrist tape and flinging it into the crowd as he heads to the back, victorious. |
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Post by Thunder on Apr 25, 2021 20:57:37 GMT -5
Josh Dean: Now you're finding out that lying in the bed you made all those years ago isn't very comfy.
Rhianna's voice rings in as we fade to black.
I'm friends with the monster that's under my bed
Get along with the voices inside of my head
You're tryin' to save me, stop holding your breath
And you think I'm crazy, yeah, you think I'm crazy
The last crazy from the lyrics echoes. We fade into some slow shots of both Josh Dean and Drakz being carried out on stretchers. A clock fades in and rapidly rewinds back as the beat kicks in.
I wanted the fame but not the cover of Newsweek
Oh well, guess beggars can't be choosey
We see clips from several years earlier, where a clean shaven, fresh faced Josh Dean and the much younger, brooding Drakz are seen making their walks down the ramp to the ring.
Wanted to receive attention for my music
Wanted to be left alone in public, excuse me
Young Drakz is seen maliciously disfiguring Ray Smith whilst the younger Josh Dean flies over the top rope with grace before nailing a somersault plancha. Drakz is seen blowing off the cameras as Josh is seen being surrounded with them and a smile on his face.
For wantin' my cake, and eat it too, and wantin' it both ways
Fame made me a balloon 'cause my ego inflated
Young Drakz is seen scoring dominant pinfalls over Thunder and CBT, with Josh scoring pinfalls over Shawn Malakai and David Williams in their young tenures.
When I blew, see, but it was confusing
'Cause all I wanted to do's be the Bruce Lee of loose leaf
Abused ink, used it as a tool when I blew steam
Ooh! Hit the lottery, ooh-wee!
Drakz and Josh, in seperate side by sides, are shown tasting success via the International Championship in their early tenures.
But with what I gave up to get it was bittersweet
It was like winnin' a used mink
Ironic 'cause I think I'm gettin' so huge I need a shrink
Fast forward and we see these men dealing with their struggles as top stars. Drakz with his well known drug addiction, and Josh, in a fit of rage, throwing an empty bottle of whiskey across the room.
I'm beginnin' to lose sleep, one sheep, two sheep
Drakz and Josh both raise their heads simultaneously and stare into the camera as their eyes both glow red in the black and white back drop. Drakz has a black background, Josh a white one, with the backgrounds switching at a rapid rate.
Going coo-coo and kooky as Kool Keith
But I'm actually weirder than you think, 'cause I'm
Fade to black
I'm friends with the monster that's under my bed
More recent action shots show Drakz hitting his recent list of challengers with the devastating Needle Damage (Samoan Driver)!
Get along with the voices inside of my head
Action shots of Josh Dean pre- 2017 injury show him hitting the equally devestating Chapter 11 (Royal Flush)!
You're tryin' to save me, stop holdin' your breath
Both Drakz and Josh are seen holding up the WFWF Championship at different junctures.
And you think I'm crazy, yeah, you think I'm crazy
Well, that's nothin' (ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)
(Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)
Josh Dean is shown returning at Survival of the Fittest. He is shown blasting Drakz with the Chapter 11, then a slow down shot of Josh nailing Drakz with a low blow and the Nail in the Coffin (Falcon Arrow) on the WFWF Championship at Sonic Boom!
Well, that's nothin' (ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)
(Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)
We slow down to a stop where Josh is sitting backwards in a chair with the WFWF Championship in tow.
Josh Dean: 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.
A literal mountain of skeletons emerges from the background.
Josh Dean: 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.
We flash back to the height of the New Epoch's power, with Drakz, Kyzer, then later David Brennan running roughshod over WFWF. Images of their dominance and wild lifestyle permeate our memories. The screen goes black and white as Josh's eyes light up red again from the chair.
Josh Dean: I guess I shouldn't be surprised really, because I already knew this is how you'd conduct business.
The scowl on his face matches the vitriol in his voice.
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.
Now, I ain't much of a poet
But I know somebody once told me to seize the moment
And don't squander it
Josh Dean: I mentioned that I had exactly five more appearances on my existing WFWF contract. And that falls in line with...oh I don't know...SuperBrawl.
'Cause you never know when it all could be over tomorrow
So I keep conjurin'
Sometimes I wonder where these thoughts spawn from
Drakz: Buckle up Josh. This is what I wanted to show you.
'Cause I need an interventionist
To intervene between me and this monster
And save me from myself and all this conflict
'Cause the very thing that I love's killing me
Snap shot flashes of Nikki walking away disgusted at Sonic Boom intertwined with Drakz showing up at Championship Connections at Fright Night. We see Josh's stepson Drake being restrained in the Championship Connections gym, battered and bruised. The images flash to black and white as Drakz's eyes glow red.
Drakz: So Josh, you’ve got your match at Superbrawl.
And I can't conquer it
My OCD is conkin' me in the head, keep knockin'
Nobody's home, I'm sleepwalkin'
I'm just relayin' what the voice in my head's sayin'
Don't shoot the messenger, I'm just friends with the
Drakz: 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.
With a sudden torque, Drakz uses a hammerlock to snap Drake's shoulder while Josh can just sit and watch. Both men's eyes glow red as they stare each other down.
I'm friends with the monster that's under my bed
Josh hits a big Uranage on Johnny Mason at Fright Night, before popping up and spreading his arms with a primal roar.
Get along with the voices inside of my head
Drakz drops Frank Lynn with Rolling Cold at Survival of the Fittest.
You're tryin' to save me, stop holdin' your breath
We skim through several shots of Josh and Drakz getting into knock down, drag out fist fights over the years and being separated by security as both men smile and want more.
And you think I'm crazy, yeah, you think I'm crazy
We flash to the WFWF SuperBrawl Press Conference.
Josh Dean: If he really wanted another match with me, this trilogy would've happened two SuperBrawls ago when it should've. And judging by how worn down he's looking, that's when he had his best chance.
Flashback to Fright Night, and Drakz taking up residence in the Championship Connections' gym.
Drakz: You’re going to main event Superbrawl, one on one with the King of the Universe.
We flash back to the SuperBrawl Press Conference.
Josh Dean: It's pretty clear to me that Ed Sheeran would rather pander to a man that's made it obvious he's lost his edge than try to lock down a guy that actually cares about preserving the future.
We cut back to Drakz at the Championship Connections gym.
Drakz: This is me just returning a favor, long overdue.
A flash to Drakz completing the hammerlock to snap young Drake's shoulder before we cut back to the press conference.
Josh Dean: You better hope you're still a killer. Because Isaac... I'm gonna hurt you.
I'm friends with the monster that's under my bed
Cut to the Fright Night main event, and Josh wrenches in the BSE on Johnny Mason.
Get along with the voices inside of my head
In the Animalize main event, Drakz drops Billy Broom with the Needle Damage, then lays into him with vicious chair shots as Josh looks on.
You're tryin' to save me, stop holdin' your breath
The press conference breaks down into a massive brawl. The fight slows down as Josh elevates Drakz. From different angles, shows him planting him through an offstage table with the Rise Bomb!
And you think I'm crazy, yeah, you think I'm crazy
The image flashes away from the press conference to Sonic Boom, where Josh Dean is sitting backwards in the chair. His eyes glow red as the backdrop turns black and white.
Josh Dean: Right now, short of divine intervention, I'm leaving. And when I do, I'm leaving with the WFWF World Heavyweight Championship.
The video package fades to black with Josh Dean and Drakz both holding the WFWF Championship up high.
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The ruckus arena goes pitch black.
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
The cameras stay focused on the stage. Still no one in the entrance way.
Alecia Matthews: He hasn't shown yet, but you'll know he'll be here. I have never known Josh Dean to back down from a fight!
There's some rumbling from the crowd, a thunderous mixed reaction as the cameras pan up to the deck behind the crowd.
Standing at the edge of the staircase is "The Architect". Quite the ballsy move considering he's in largely hostile territory.
Alecia Matthews: The energy here in Wembley Stadium is palpable as the Triple Crown Champion makes his long awaited SuperBrawl return!
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 the floor of 'da motel then
Josh is laser focused as he drops his head.
Dr. Dre said, "Hell yeah!"
And I got his stamp like a postcard, word to Mel-Man
He motions his chest in a cross like fashion before popping up and throwing his hood off.
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—
Josh screams his trademark battle cry.
Josh Dean: LET'S GET IT!
VENOM! (I got that) adrenaline momentum
And I'm not knowin' when I’m
Josh fires his arms out in his trademark spread arm pose as thr open stadium room explodes with pyros that fill the night sky!
Ever gonna slow up and I'm
Ready to snap any moment I'm
Thinkin' it's time to go get 'em
They ain't gonna know what hit 'em
(W-W-When they get bit with the—)
VENOM! (I got that) adrenaline momentum
As he brings his head back center he lifts his arms up, with his hands forming a diamond above his head.
And I'm not knowin' when I'm
Ever gonna slow up and I'm
Ready to snap any moment I'm
Thinkin' it's time to go get 'em
He lowers his hands down to where it is the double guns pointing directly at the ring.
They ain't gonna know what hit 'em
(W-W-When they get bit with the—)
Josh drops his hands and begins to walk to the ring, unaffected by the mixed reaction.
I said knock knock, let the devil in
Shotgun p-p-pellets in the felt pen
Cocked, f*ck around and catch a hot one
It-it's evident I'm not done
V-Venomous, the thoughts spun
Like a web and you just caught in 'em
Alecia Matthews: Entitled, maybe. Snapped, probably. Obsessed, definitely! But is Josh Dean ready to go tonight? We'll see. Use whatever adjectives you want about "The Architect", but he is unquestionably an all time great!
As he reaches the floor level of Wembley Stadium, Josh takes off his toboggan and chucks it into the crowd.
Alecia Matthews: It goes with saying that this match could be the most important match in WFWF history tonight! And I know that Maxwell told me he though Josh Dean would, in his words, choke on the big stage again. But what happens remains to be seen.
With the front smashed, much as my rear fender, assassin
Slim be a combination of an actual kamikaze and Gandhi (Gandhi)
Josh reaches the barricade and vaults over it to the ringside area. No flashy showmanship, all focus as he climbs up the steps onto the apron.
Alecia Matthews: So many questions will be answered in just a few moments!
Translation, I will probably kill us both
When I end up backin' into ya
You ain't gonna be able to tell what the f*ck's happenin' to ya
When you're bit with the—
VENOM!
Josh climbs through the ropes and methodically walks across the ring to the opposite side, exploding into his spread arm pose as he hits chest first off the ropes.
VENOM! (I got that) adrenaline momentum
And I'm not knowin' when I'm
Ever gonna slow up and I’m
Josh walks over to the corner nearest to the announce desk and mounts the second turnbuckle.
Ready to snap any moment I'm
Thinkin' it's time to go get 'em
They ain't gonna know what hit 'em
(W-W-When they get bit with the—)
He explodes into a spread arm pose and let's out a primal roar as the crowd's mixed reaction becomes feverish. The music starts to die down as Josh hops off the turnbuckle and takes off his hoodie. He tosses it to the outside
Alecia Matthews: Tonight, he is the challenger. But could Josh make good on his word tonight and not only win the World Heavyweight Title, but then leave WFWF with the title? Sources say that as of the show opening, Josh Dean has still not signed an extension with WFWF. Kris Kash is playing a dangerous game. This is a man capable of doing the unthinkable. He is "The Architect" Josh Dean!
And now that 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.
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 for the first time in a long time have quite the mixed response for him.
Alecia Matthews: Well isn't this something? The fans in attendance here tonight are pretty split on the champ. I wonder if the actions of Josh Dean recently have anything to do with it? Or it could be the home field advantage? And where's the title?
Drakz stays where he is and beckons for someone to join him, and she does.
Alecia Matthews: Lila? Lila Sleater is in Drakz's corner?!
The Wembley crowd pops at the sight of the long since dismissed former booker of the WFWF, and she's all smiles at the welcome she's getting. Drakz is quick to say a few words to her though, and then she's all business as they start making their way towards the ring.
The camera cuts to Josh in the ring whose eyebrows are raised, unsure of what this managerial addition to the match means for him.
Lila has both the WFWF World Heavyweight and International Championships over each of her shoulders, leaving Drakz to slowly climb the steel ring steps and walk the length of the apron, before mounting the second rope and holding his arms wide. Regardless of the fans feelings about him, his pose prompts a lightning storm of camera flashes and he can't help but laugh to himself as he glances down at the laser focused Josh Dean. Holding the top rope he springs over and into the ring before walking right up to Josh, but brushing past him and over to climb the opposite corner. Lila passes both of the belts up to him and he holds them high over his head.
Alecia Matthews: Maxwell asked me before if our last double champion David Brennan is watching this at home and who he'd be rooting for. But I don't think he's watching.....
Drakz climbs down and as the arena lights come up he lays both belts out on the mat, centre of the ring. He locks eyes with Josh over them. The referee bends down to pick up the belts and Drakz without breaking his gaze on Josh puts his foot on the International Championship, stopping the ref.
Alecia Matthews: What's this? I know that no double gold was ever agreed upon, and that it's only for the WFWF World Title. But what happens here? If he loses he's going to take the title with him?!
Drakz uses his foot to slide the International Championship behind him, and the referee continues his duties, picking up the World Heavyweight title as Christa starts her introductions.
Christa Adina: Ladies and gentlemen this is your Superbrawl main event!
Crowd goes nuts.
Christa Adina: This, is a no disqualification, no count out match, scheduled for one fall, and is for the WFWF World Heavyweight Championshiiiip!
Insert crowd noise.
Christa Adina: Introducing first, the challenger. From Atlanta, Georgia, weighing in at 225lbs, he is a former Tag Team, International and WFWF Heavyweight Champion!
Drakz can be seen shaking his head with a smirk on his face.
Christa Adina: The Fraaaaaanchise! Joshuaaaaaaaa Deeeeeaaaaaan!
Josh spreads his arms, popping the crowd, but continues staring daggers into Drakz.
Alecia Matthews: Neither man has looked away this whole time!
Christa Adina: And his opponent, from Leeds, Englaaaaand!
The crowd goes f*cking nuts just at the mention of their own country. Idiots.
Christa Adina: Weighing in at 226lbs, and accompanied to the ring by Lila Sleater!
She can't help but smile and give a little faux curtsey at the announcement.
Christa Adina: He is the reigning.....defending....WFWF International and WFWF Heavyweight Champion of the Woooooorld! The Streak Destroyer Destroyer Destroyer.....
Drakz is mouthing along with the announcements now.
Christa Adina: The God Slayer......and The Man the People Paid to See! Draaaaaaaakz!
No trademark pose from Drakz here, instead he just raises both middle fingers right at his opponent, and the crowd pops again.
Alecia Matthews: The UK crowd seeming to enjoy the antics of the champion so far. Let's see if that continues once we get under way.
And it's Drakz who turns away from Josh first, moving off to the opposite corner, sliding the International Championship under the bottom rope with his foot into the hands of Lila, before warming up with some snappy, short kicks to the turnbuckle pads. Josh's eyes narrow, and instead of turning away he just backs into his own corner.
Alecia Matthews: Josh very vigilant in not turning his back on Drakz here. A wise move from the veteran. He might want to keep an eye on Sleater as well while he's at it!
The referee walks the title over to Josh, who places a hand on it and nods. He then walks it over to Drakz who nods in agreement as well. The ref holds the belt overhead for the fans to see, passes it out of the ring and then calls for the bell.
Alecia Matthews: And here....we....go!
Drakz still has his back to Dean, warming himself up in the corner and surprisingly Josh waits patiently for him to turn and face him, but after nigh on 10 seconds and still nothing, Josh strides over to the champion, grabs him by the shoulder and turns him around himself. As Drakz turns though he grabs at Josh and immediately drops him with a reverse STO, driving Josh's face into the second turnbuckle.
Alecia Matthews: Drakz as ever, finding a shortcut.
Drakz runs to the opposite corner, with Josh leaning face first against the turnbuckle, before racing back toward him, jumping with a double knee strike. Josh manages to roll out of the ring though, so Drakz finds himself kneeling on the 2nd pad, holding the top ropes and looking down on Josh. Josh pushes his tongue around in his lower lip, nursing the first impact of the match, but shaking it off as he paces past Lila outside the ring.
Alecia Matthews: Lightning fast reflexes on display by both men so far. It goes to show that neither of them have slowed down as they've gotten older.
Drakz motions to Josh to get back in the ring, backing off and holding his hands up. He actually lets Josh back in as well, with no tricks to the contrary. Josh slides under the bottom rope and up to his feet and the two men now circle each other. Drakz runs in and grabs a collar and elbow, the two jostling hard for position, until Josh backs Drakz up into the ropes. They two keep their horns locked though as the no DQ ruling means no rope breaks. Josh pushes back against Drakz, bending him back over the ropes before snatching away from the hold and hitting a huge chop to the chest. Drakz's eyes go wide as the air is forced out of him, but Josh pushes him back again and follows with a 2nd open hand chop. Drakz staggers forward, away from the ropes and now Josh hits a big kick to the back, causing Drakz to arch. Josh backs into the ropes, hits them and runs back this time with a jumping knee to the back that pushes Drakz forward. Drakz goes into the ropes chest first and comes back again, right into a high angle back suplex from Dean.
Alecia Matthews: Dean looking to target that infamously injured back of Drakz early on here! It's always got a bullseye on it, and it makes perfect sense to go after it, especially this early.
Lila bangs on the mat, trying to wake up her charge while Josh wastes no time in pressing the advantage, hoisting Drakz back up and whipping him hard into the corner. Drakz bounces back out, and Dean just plants him with a uranage. Again he lifts him to his feet and whips him hard into the opposite corner this time. Drakz however fires up and runs back out of the corner with a stiff European uppercut. Josh steps back, but plants his feet and fires back with a forearm of his own. The champion returns in kind with another snap European uppercut, rocking the head back of Dean. He follows with a 3rd, and a 4th before hitting the ropes and hitting a diving variant that puts both men down. The crowd erupts.
Alecia Matthews: Hard hitting in the early going of this match. Both men are down, but I have a feeling we've not see anything yet.
Both men are back up and begin trading strikes again, only this time Josh gets the better of it. He whips Drakz into the ropes, Drakz goes running and comes back to meet a high rebound dropkick to the face, that sends him spilling to the outside between the ropes.
Alecia Matthews: Ooof, that was a nasty tumble, and it looks like Josh is following it up!
Josh watches on from inside the ring, waiting for Drakz to scramble to his feet, before hitting the far ropes, running and soaring over the top rope!
Alecia Matthews: Tope Con Hilo!
Josh gets all of it, and is back up, rushing with adrenaline. He gets Drakz back to a standing base and bounces his head off the guard wall, before kicking him in the gut and stuffing him for a powerbomb. He gets him up and....
Alecia Matthews: Oh God. That hurt.
....a bucklebomb style slam but into the guard wall. Drakz is visibly in a lot of pain from that, holding his back and gasping for breath. Lila looks to walk over and check on Drakz, but thinks better of it. Opting to stay far away from the action.
Alecia Matthews: Joshua Dean has been firmly in control of this match so far. It's as though that initial sneak attack from Drakz only fired Josh up. He's been the aggressor this whole time, and targeting that back non-stop.
Josh isn't messing around tonight as he starts pulling up the ringside padding. He grabs a load and pulls it clean out of the way, revealing the hard concrete underneath.
Alecia Matthews: This has got bad intentions written all over it.
He moves over to Drakz and grabs him by the hair but is met with another rising European uppercut for his troubles. Drakz now with a hard forearm, and another, then bounces Josh's head off the nearby steel ring steps, buying him a second to recoup. Drakz clutches at his back, pushing against it, trying to stretch out the spasming muscles. He shouts and winces and then hammers on the back of Josh's neck with clubbing forearm shots. He climbs up onto the ring steps and brings Josh with him, hits a couple more forearms to the back of Josh's head and neck for good measure before locking the arms and whipping Josh back with a dragon suplex off of the steps and down to the mat outside!
Alecia Matthews: A desperation big move from Drakz, looking to buy himself some time. Thank God they didn't go the other way onto the concrete!
Drakz is seated, talking himself back up, using the apron to do so, while Josh isn't doing much of anything. Drakz starts kicking the prone body of Josh, then lifts him. He Irish whips him toward the barrier but Josh jumps up onto it! Josh looks to leap back onto Drakz but Drakz is fast to react, simply pushing Josh forward, off the barrier and careening uncontrollably down into the 2nd and 3rd rows of fan seats. Most of the fans able to get out of the way, leaving Josh a not so comfortable landing into the chairs themselves. Drakz winks at Lila and then rolls back into the ring, using this bit of space to stretch, trying to temporarily resolve the issues with his back.
Alecia Matthews: Josh just disappeared into the furniture, but Drakz not following up on it. He may be trying to take care of himself, before he's able to take it to Dean again.
30 seconds pass, and the lack of count outs gives Josh the time he needs to find his way back over the guard wall and into the ringside area, with one of those fan chairs in his hand! Drakz whilst limbering up has kept a close eye on his opponent and hops back to his feet, gesturing for Josh to join him.
Drakz: Come on you d*ck head.
Josh is breathing deeply through his nose, and bangs the chair against the arena floor before charging the ring. He tries to make it up to his feet but, at a disadvantage from sliding in, can't quite make it in time. Drakz takes 2 steps, plants his foot on the folded steel chair forcing it out of Josh's hands and hits a low, busaiku knee to the face of his opponent.
Alecia Matthews: Shades of Trace Demon!
Josh is reeling and Drakz knows it. He grabs him by the neck, heaves him up, jolts his legs up and into position, and bang!
Alecia Matthews: The Seacroft Smile onto the chair!
Drakz's signature cradle ddt drives Josh's head down into the very chair he tried to bring into the ring. Josh flops over onto his back and Drakz hooks his leg in tight, lacing his fingers for maximum leverage on the pin.
... One...
... Two...
... Th ...
Josh explodes out of it, prising Drakz's hands apart and getting his shoulder up off the mat.
Alecia Matthews: Josh still alive. I thought that was it for sure. That chair maybe wasn't such a good idea after all?
Drakz takes a second to catch his breath, still troubled by his back, but soon has Josh back up and his head between Drakz's legs. He looks to be going for a piledriver onto the chair now but Josh's legs wiggle and he gets his feet back on the ground. Drakz tries to lift him again but Josh now has a hold of the middle rope, and manages to stand up, throwing Drakz overhead. Drakz rights himself and lands, standing on the ring apron but is promptly met by an overhead Pele kick from Josh that wobbles him. Josh is up and Drakz makes a swipe at him but he ducks it and returns fire with a rope assisted enziguri that echoes around the stadium. Josh steps through the ropes, joining Drakz on the apron and sets him up for a suplex, turns him in the air and hits Nail in the Coffin on the apron!
Alecia Matthews: Falcon Arrow on the apron! That's got to have broken Drakz in half!
Drakz just flops off the apron to the ground, leaving Josh seated on the apron, smiling.
Alecia Matthews: Josh looking very happy with himself there. The crowd doesn't seem quite so pleased though?
She's right. There was a big pop for the spot itself, but that's certainly been followed by some in the stadium booing The Franchise. He doesn't seem to acknowledge it though, probably expecting some hostility given the show's location.
Josh reaches back into the ring and grabs that steel chair from before, jokingly dusts it off some and then sizes up Drakz on the floor. Drakz is on all fours and Josh flattens him out with a snapping chair shot to the back. Again it's evident Lila Sleater wants to intervene, but she just watches on, anxiously bitting her bottom lip. Josh quickly follows up with another, while Drakz tries to crawl away from the onslaught.
Alecia Matthews: That smile hasn't left Josh's face since hitting Nail in the Coffin. He knows his ticket to victory is all but stamped if he stays focused on that back.
Josh looks right at Lila before a third chair shot to the spine, this time deforming the chair, the metal frame having bent on Drakz's back. Josh lifts it up for inspection, pleased with his efforts he tosses it aside, before dragging Drakz up and tossing him into the ring.
Drakz lies prone, the pain etched on his face telling us everything we need to know about his physical state. Josh follows him in and hooks the leg.
... One ...
... Two ...
... Thr
Drakz merely lifts one of his shoulders off the mat. Clearly still conscious, but perhaps not able to kick out with aplomb.
Josh steps through the ropes, onto the apron and just waits. Biding his time.
Alecia Matthews: He might be waiting a while for Drakz to get to his feet.
And wait he does, but Drakz with gritted teeth is moving. He clambers up to standing and hammer fists himself in the small of his back a couple of times before turning to find his opponent. Josh leaps up onto the top rope, the springboard sending him flying through the air towards Drakz.
Alecia Matthews: Springboard lariat!
But Drakz jumps to meet him, catching Josh's head and outstretched arm between his legs like an alligator and drags him to the mat, locking him in a triangle choke!
Alecia Matthews: He's got him!
Josh's legs fight to get under him, but Drakz keeps fighting down with his hips to flatten Josh back out onto the mat. Josh is really thrashing about at this point, desperate to get out of this hold while he still has oxygen to his brain. He gets his feet planted but this time Drakz rolls to the right, pulling Josh's feet out from under him but leaving him right near the ropes.
Alecia Matthews: If this were a regular match Josh could just reach his foot out to those ropes right now! But now hee's fading!
His attempts to stand are all but stopped as Drakz fights with all he's got to keep the submission on tight. Josh with a final flurry though shuffles his way under the ropes, until his bottom half is completely out of the ring and he's able to stand on the ground outside. He pulls with every bit of strength his body can muster and manages to drag Drakz under the ropes with him, before dropping down into a powerbomb on the bare concrete!
Alecia Matthews: The concrete from earlier! Did you hear that impact?!
Josh collapses, and both men are completely out of it, laid outside the ring. The crowd really come to life now, their duelling chants trying to rally both men.
"Let's go Franchise!"
"Let's go Drakz!"
"Let's go Franchise!"
"Let's go Drakz!"
Alecia Matthews: Can you believe this?! This crowd are split right down the middle, and are absolutely deafening. What a main event!
Both men are fighting to their feet, Drakz now leaning against the ring steps for support while Josh is holding the far guard wall. Drakz tries to stand and move away from the ring steps but can't quite manage it, and slumps back against them. Josh on the other hand lets go of the guard wall and takes a deep breath, really getting that oxygen back into his lungs. He then looks up, sees Drakz laid out for him and sprints the length of the ring.
Alecia Matthews: SPEAR!
Spear is right, but not quite as he'd planned. Drakz apparently playing possum rolls out of its trajectory and Joshua Dean runs with full force, face first into the ring steps!
Alecia Matthews: Drakz not as out of it as we maybe thought. This could be the opening Drakz has needed for a long time.
Drakz grabs Josh's arm in a hammerlock position and proceeds to ram Josh's shoulder into the ring steps. He then grabs the same arm and just slams it into the steel a couple of times.
Alecia Matthews: Drakz trying to level the playing field a bit here. You take my back, I'll take your arm.
Drakz lifts Josh to his feet and it's only now we see the damage from Josh's collision. A cut above his right eye, that's already starting to swell.
Alecia Matthews: Drakz has got a pair of targets now. Josh's arm and that eye. Josh needs to protect that eye at all costs though. If it closes up he's a sitting duck.
Drakz sees the cut on the eye and now it's him smiling, though he ignores it for now and opts to put Josh's arm back in a hammerlock, before putting his head between his legs and flipping him into a powerbomb. Instead of slamming him down though he just throws him into the ring post, the manipulated arm being crushed behind the weight of Josh's own body before he hits the floor.
Drakz favours his back after the move but fights through the pain, lifting Josh up again, draping his arm around the ring post. He grabs another chair from ringside and blasts Josh's prone arm, squashing it against the metal of the ring post. Drakz quickly drops the chair and then using the post as a bolster, hops up and locks on a hanging arm bar. All of Drakz's weight is pulling on the shoulder and elbow of Josh and he cries out in pain.
Alecia Matthews: Well Drakz can't win the match there, but he also has no reason to break the hold!
Drakz can only hold it for so long though before his back catches up with him and he's forced to release his opponent. Josh is still on his feet and uses this opportunity to get some distance between he and the champion, moving off around the ring, clutching at his limp arm. With the ring between them Josh also now paws at his eye, checking for blood, of which there's little.....for now.
Drakz spots Josh across the ring and, looking right at him, climbs up onto the apron. Josh, regardless of his new injuries, isn't backing down and he does the same. Both men enter the ring and walk to meet in the centre, getting right up in each other's faces. The crowd is coming unglued.
Alecia Matthews: It looks like they're getting their second winds here. Listen to this sold out crowd!
Drakz with a forearm.
Josh returns the favour.
Forearm.
Forearm.
Forearm.
Forearm.
Alecia Matthews: This may not be a good plan for Josh. Drakz is connecting with that eye on pretty much all of these!
Both men are trading huge shots and they start to stagger back on each receipt. The strikes have slowed but they're really winding up on them now.
A huge forearm from Josh sends Drakz backing into the ropes but he charges back with one of his own. Josh now backs into the ropes and spins off of them with a rolling elbow that connects. Drakz falls back, off the ropes and runs in..... Rise Bomb!
Alecia Matthews: Rise Bomb from Dean! The same move he put Drakz through the table with at the press conference!
But Josh isn't able to make the cover. By the time he's got his bearings fully he knows there's no point in trying to either. Instead, he makes his way up to the top rope, keeping his hurt arm close to his side. Sleater again drumming on the mat, and the packed stadium begin to clap along in unison.
Alecia Matthews: Josh going high risk here. Something we've not seen out of him in years now. This could be it.
Josh comes off the top. 450 splash!
Alecia Matthews: Vintage Dean! Is it enough?
... One ...
... Two ...
...Thre
Drakz kicks out!
Alecia Matthews: Drakz kicks out of the 450 splash!
Josh can't believe it, but he knows there's no time for arguing with the referee. Instead he turns Drakz onto his front and climbs up to the top rope again.
Alecia Matthews: Looking for the same again? Whatever he shoots for, he's targeting the back this time.
This time Josh opts not to go so flashy, instead just jumping off the top rope and driving an elbow drop into the back of Drakz. After the impact Drakz immediately lurches away from him, clutching his back. Flopping around the ring in agony. Josh walks over to him and starts trash talking down at the grounded champion. He's clearly in the driver's seat and is choosing to relish the moment he's been waiting so long for. Drakz tries to push Josh away but Josh goes no where. Drakz swipes at him but Josh just moves his head out of the way before spitting down onto him.
The crowd doesn't like that, though Josh doesn't seem to care at this point.
Alecia Matthews: An out of character moment from Dean there.
Josh plays with Drakz a bit, pushing his head around with his boot, still talking sh*t to him. Drakz is sat up now and returns fire, spitting up into the face of Joshua Dean. Dean drills him in the back with a stiff kick before taking the time to wipe the phlegm from his cheek.
Alecia Matthews: And a pretty in character response from Drakz.
Josh takes a couple of steps back and then hits another stiff kick to Drakz's spine. Drakz clenches his teeth but then motions for Josh to give him some more. Josh is happy to oblige, with another kick pinning Drakz's shoulders back as he arches again with the pain. But still he tells Josh to keep them coming. Josh hits the ropes and Drakz tenses up, expecting the shot to the back, but Josh runs right past him, hits the ropes again and hits a big penalty kick to the chest instead!
Alecia Matthews: GOAL!
The Wembley crowd pop for the football referential and begin to chant.
"Olé Olé Olé Olé , Olaaaaaaay Olaaaaay"
Josh pulls Drakz upright and lights him up with a couple of hard, overhand chops before an irish whip into the opposite corner. Drakz reverses the whip and it's Josh driven into the corner, followed very quickly by Drakz.
Alecia Matthews: Legitimate Japanese Business Man Kick! A tribute to Phillip Schneider no doubt!
The yakuza kick lands right on that swollen eye of Josh's and knocks spit flying out of his mouth. Drakz lets out a roar as he fights through the pain in his back to lift Josh up onto the top rope. He throws each of Josh's feet over the ropes, so he's seated directly on the top turnbuckle before hitting a solid European uppercut that rocks him back. Drakz rallies and climbs the ropes, grabbing Josh with a suplex. He steps up onto the top rope and pulls Josh up there with him.
Alecia Matthews: This is dangerous territory!
Drakz heaves but Josh resists him. He heaves again, but Josh fights. Josh with some weak kidney shots using his injured arm, and then lifts!
Alecia Matthews: Holy sh*t!
Joshua Dean reverses the intended move, jumping as he does, and superplexes Drakz to the outside of the ring and down through the mother f*cking commentary table!
Alecia Matthews: Both men are finished!
The crowd is on its feet and the expected chant begins to reverberate around the huge stadium.
"Holy sh*t! Holy sh*t! Holy sh*t! Holy sh*t!"
Alecia Matthews: I don't know who took the worst of that, or if Josh even knew what he was doing. My God!
Josh, having basically taken a coffin drop from the top to the outside is dead to the world as ring side medics rush to check on him. Drakz meanwhile is half buried in the wreckage of the announce desk, equally out of it.
Alecia Matthews: This can't continue. There's no way either of these men can finish this match now.
Lila is over checking on Drakz, but the medics move her away as they tend to him as well.
Alecia Matthews: Folks I genuinely think our main event may have just ended prematurely. We're very sorry about this, but I just don't know what else to tell you.
A good 4-5 minutes pass and the crowd get restless, beginning to boo the idea that the show might be over. Both men have been brought to a seated position now, with one doctor checking Josh's only open eye for signs of a concussion, and applying an ice pack to Drakz's back and neck as his head lolls forward.
Alecia Matthews: I'm starting to think we might have a riot on our hands here. But they have to understand, these two are done.
But this is wrestling, and wrestling is mental.
Josh looks over at Drakz who is being lifted up to his feet, a medic under each arm, and before long Drakz is looking back at him. Drakz pushes the two men away from him and the crowd goes absolutely f*cking bananas.
Alecia Matthews: Jesus christ.
Josh rises to his feet and throws the doctor out of his way.
Alecia Matthews: He has risen! They have risen!
They're back in each other's faces again! Non stop talking smack. Drakz gestures to the ring, and then Josh follows suit, before they both make their respective ways back into it. Josh rolls under the bottom rope, while Drakz sits on the apron, pulls himself up with the ropes and steps through them. The two men meet in the middle.
Alecia Matthews: I can't believe what I'm seeing!
Neither can the crowd as their chants ring out.
"Fight forever! Fight forever! Fight forever! Fight forever!"
Alecia Matthews: I'm starting to think they might do just that!
Drakz throws a wild right hook but Josh ducks it. If Drakz had only thrown a left, he may not have seen it coming, his eye completely swollen closed now.
Drakz follows through with the momentum and has his back to Josh, who hooks his head, pulling him backward ready for Bankrupt! He gestures across his own throat with his free hand but in the meantime Drakz has spun both men and reverses their positions.
Alecia Matthews: Josh looking for Bankrupt, his version of the inverted rolling cutter, but now Drakz might be about to hit his own version, Rolling Cold!
Josh though reverses the momentum again, but this time spins out into a position controlling Drakz's arm. He rides him down to the mat with it, steps it through his leg and then falls down onto Drakz, locking in the B.S.E! (Yes Lock)
Alecia Matthews: Josh has got the B.S.E. in tight! This could finally be it!
Drakz can't do a damn thing as Josh torques back on his neck, arching Drakz's back. Drakz's free arm is flailing, trying to grab at any part of Josh he can. He manages to get a hold of some of Josh's hair and so Josh breaks his grip, but only to deliver a series of elbow strikes to the top of Drakz's head. Drakz lets go of the hair and Josh slaps the hold right back on. The crowd haven't stopped, but things are really building to a crescendo right now.
Drakz is screaming, locked tight in the hold and Josh shouts down at him:
Josh Dean: Tap! Tap or I'll break your f*cking neck! Tap!
Alecia Matthews: He might just do it! That's if his back doesn't go first.
Josh is shaking his head around as he continues to pull back, and Drakz doesn't look as though he's even trying to escape anymore. Josh's force fades a little and Drakz starts to fight again, but then he torques it right back up. The extra torque however sends a wincing jolt up his bad arm and Josh very suddenly is forced to break the hold.
Josh is up on his feet, rubbing at his elbow, balling and opening his fist, trying to work through the electricity he feels in his injured limb, and Drakz has just collapsed, face down.
Josh mouths a few expletives at the fallen Drakz, and paws a little at his bad eye, trying to open it up, before dropping to the mat and rolling out of the ring. He lifts the apron and starts digging around under the ring with his good hand.
Alecia Matthews: What now? I'm not sure we need any more weapons bringing into this thing, it's been brutal enough as it is.
Josh comes back up and he's got a thick length of chain in his hand. He rolls back into the ring with the chain in tow and proceeds to just whip it down across Drakz's back.
There's a collective sucking of air from the capacity crowd, knowing how much that must hurt.
It wakes Drakz up a little though as he shouts out. Josh hits him again with the length of chain before deciding on a different direction. He simply drops the chain on the ground, and with his foot gathers it into a pile. Josh now grabs a hold of Drakz's hair and moves him across the ring, resting his face onto the chain pile. Josh steps onto the backs of Drakz's knees and then snatches up his hands.
Alecia Matthews: Oh God no! Is he going to hit that surfboard stomp?!
Josh pulls back, lifting Drakz's head up, but again his arm gives out on him and he drops Drakz, who slumps back, face down onto the metal molehill. Josh shakes his arm out and shouts:
Josh Dean: F*ck.
Clearly inhibited by the damage done earlier in the match he changes tact. Josh backs up and waits for Drakz to move some. After a couple of seconds Drakz starts to lift himself onto all fours, his head 30cm up above the chain now, and Josh decides to strike. He runs in, jumps up and...
Alecia Matthews: LIBERTY CAP ONTO THE STEEL CHAIN!!! The move that won Penny Shannon the title! The move she beat Drakz with!
Drakz's head comes down so hard that it bounces back up, his arms instinctively propping him up onto all fours, and now we see blood pouring from his face, pooling down onto the chain links. Another groan from the audience as Drakz sags forward, his face down and his ass still up. Josh has to fight with the dead weight to roll him over, he's using one arm and his own head to do it, avoiding any further strain on his bad wing. He finally gets him over and hooks the leg.
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No! Drakz kicks out!
Alecia Matthews: HOW?! I don't know if it's the rush of adrenaline from the blood starting to flow or what, but I can't believe Drakz had enough left to kick out of that! This is insane!
Josh is awestruck, and this time he doesn't have the wherewithal to just carry on. He's dumbfounded.
He sits on Drakz's chest and grabs his bloody face.
Josh Dean: You're done! Stay down for once!
Josh slaps Drakz hard across the face.
Josh Dean: Stay down! Enjoy your retirement!
Drakz spits a mixture of blood and saliva at Josh and then starts to laugh. The crowd are pretty grossed out. As are Alecia and Dachs.
Alecia Matthews: That was absolutely grim.
Josh is just p*ssed off though and here come the hammer fists. Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Pulverising Drakz's face, and the crowd are turning on the challenger in droves now. Lila is begging Josh to stop from the outside, and even the referee tries to get in there, even though it's no disqualifications. He's trying to stop the match. Josh pushes him aside and goes to carry on, but is met with a rising crimson headbutt from Drakz that knocks him back onto his ass. Drakz rolls backwards onto his feet with surprising agility so late on in this match, but he wobbles forward and has to brace himself with a hand against the mat, so exhausted is he after going 35+ minutes so far. He steadies, stands upright and wipes the blood from his eyes with both hands. Josh scrambles to his feet as well and charges Drakz only to be met with a spinning back fist. He stops dead in his tracks, wobbling to and fro. Drakz kicks him in the gut and scoops him onto his shoulders.
Alecia Matthews: Needle Damage! Here we go!
But Drakz fails to stand up straight, his back just won't allow it and he drops Josh back down to his feet.
Alecia Matthews: Drakz can't hit his finish. His back's too hurt. How's he going to end this without the Needle Damage?!
Josh seizes his moment and kicks Drakz square in the b*llocks.
The crowd continues to jeer ever louder at Josh as he takes things further than we ever thought he would.
Alecia Matthews: That was dirty!
He hoists Drakz onto his own shoulders and does the deal.
Alecia Matthews: Chapter 11!
He drives Drakz's back down into the mat and hooks the leg with everything he's got. The crowd counts along with the referee...
... One ...
... Two ...
... Three!!!!
The bell rings and the crowd erupts for the end of the match, though there's then a strong contingent of them that start to boo when the realisation hits that Josh has won.
Christa Adina: Here is your winner and NEEEEEWWWWWWW WFWF WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION!!!!! JOSHUAAAAAA DEAAAAAAAANNNNN!!!!
Alecia Matthews: I don't like the way he did it, but by God if Joshua Dean isn't our World Champion at last. And Drakz is finished.
Joshua Dean is on his knees and can't quite believe it himself. His arm is half crippled, and his right eye is useless but he's just won the big one and retired Drakz in the process! He's elated, and is half laughing, half crying as he starts to realise the fact that his victory isn't being celebrated as universally as perhaps he expected.
Lila is in the ring now, crouched over Drakz, cradling his head, in a scene no one ever expected to see. His face a bloody mess, and totally unresponsive.
The referee hands Josh his championship and he has his hand raised, but the boos start to get louder. Josh can't believe it. He climbs up onto the 2nd rope, holding the belt up and mouthing off to the crowd, less than half of whom are celebrating with him. The final shot of Superbrawl Revenge is of revenge well and truly served. Joshua Dean stands tall, WFWF World Heavyweight Championship in hand, and the book closes on the career of the felled, former champion.
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Post by Thunder on Apr 25, 2021 21:00:58 GMT -5
Here we finally are! After a great card and even better turnout, I think we ended up with an amazing set of results. Big matches with big results, debuts and a surprise as well. Let's keep that momentum going! Big thanks to @ballparkb0b , sonstuds , King Richius , Drakz and (surprise!) Rated R for the help with results. It was a great group effort. |
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Post by Johnny Mason on Apr 25, 2021 22:23:01 GMT -5
Wow what an amazing show from top to bottom.
Thank you @ballparkb0b for the match, and teaching me so much.
It’s great because the build and anticipation to the show was great and not only did it live up to expectations, but it has me excited for the fallout of all of it as well.
Congratulations to everybody here!
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Post by Deleted on Apr 25, 2021 22:32:17 GMT -5
What a tremendous show. Welcome back, Rated R! I'm so excited to have you back in the fold. I knew the results beforehand but it is still so surreal.... Thank you everyone. <3 |
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Post by Kill Em' All on Apr 25, 2021 22:42:17 GMT -5
Thank you guys! This show was awesome; it was a pleasure to be back with everyone and put out a fantastic show that had a little bit of everything.
Can't wait to work the next PPV event.
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Post by veronicaaaahhhh on Apr 26, 2021 7:33:18 GMT -5
Great show and a round of congratulations to the winners and match writers! And welcome back Trace <3
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Post by Drakz on Apr 26, 2021 12:04:38 GMT -5
Well done to the victors, but tbh well done to everyone who contributed to the show in any way, wether it was writing a match/seg or RPing. Amazing stuff.
The biggest of well dones though to 'shua, Dean Deany, J.D., and......NEEEEEEEW.
You finally climbed the mountain and in the process put this old stallion out to pasture. The King is dead, long live the King.
Now don't let this be a one and done or I'll be mighty p*ssed off.
Drop me a PM once you've read the main event, as I don't want to ruin the result by talking about it before you've had chance to read it for yourself.
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Post by Drakz on Apr 26, 2021 12:05:19 GMT -5
Also very hyped to see Trace back in the fold! Just in time to watch Drakz retire.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 26, 2021 12:14:34 GMT -5
Well done to the victors, but tbh well done to everyone who contributed to the show in any way, wether it was writing a match/seg or RPing. Amazing stuff. The biggest of well dones though to 'shua, Dean Deany, J.D., and......NEEEEEEEW. You finally climbed the mountain and in the process put this old stallion out to pasture. The King is dead, long live the King. Now don't let this be a one and done or I'll be mighty p*ssed off. Drop me a PM once you've read the main event, as I don't want to ruin the result by talking about it before you've had chance to read it for yourself. Thank you for everything, Drakz <3 #longlivetheking |
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Post by Rated R on Apr 26, 2021 13:59:23 GMT -5
Also very hyped to see Trace back in the fold! Just in time to watch Drakz retire. Makes sense the moment I come back you run for the hills. Also, s'up all, excited to be back. |
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Post by sonstuds on Apr 26, 2021 14:41:52 GMT -5
Also very hyped to see Trace back in the fold! Just in time to watch Drakz retire. Makes sense the moment I come back you run for the hills. Also, s'up all, excited to be back. I was led to believe your character was dead, so I was either led astray or I can't wait to read your RPs. (btw now we can do that Trace/E/D stable from 2012 that was supposed to feud with the New Epoch but never got off the ground). |
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Post by Drakz on Apr 26, 2021 14:49:54 GMT -5
Shame all The New Epoch are retired lulz
Also, how annoying is it that that feud never materialised?
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Post by CM Poor on Apr 27, 2021 7:53:26 GMT -5
Shame all The New Epoch are retired lulz Also, how annoying is it that that feud never materialised? All the best feuds are the ones that should have happened but didn't. |
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Post by Drakz on Apr 27, 2021 8:20:35 GMT -5
Shame all The New Epoch are retired lulz Also, how annoying is it that that feud never materialised? All the best feuds are the ones that should have happened but didn't. If only because we never got to see them ruined by one of the participants inevitably no showing the blowoff match.  |
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Post by CM Poor on Apr 27, 2021 8:22:35 GMT -5
All the best feuds are the ones that should have happened but didn't. If only because we never got to see them ruined by one of the participants inevitably no showing the blowoff match. I've finally been gone so long that I do not understand this reference. My separation from the WFWF is finally complete. |
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Post by Drakz on Apr 27, 2021 11:38:43 GMT -5
If only because we never got to see them ruined by one of the participants inevitably no showing the blowoff match. I've finally been gone so long that I do not understand this reference. My separation from the WFWF is finally complete. It wasn't a reference to a specific happening, more of a general comment on people being fully on board one minute, then completely AWOL the next. |
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Post by King Richius on Apr 27, 2021 20:03:21 GMT -5
So... um... Drakz is still the International Champion, right? Is he not as retired as some would like to think? |
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I dont know good luck 
