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Post by Swarm on Jul 9, 2008 23:49:16 GMT -5
We fade in from black to a recording from earlier today. Photography bulbs flash and journalists murmer amongst themselves, all staring at the empty, press conference stage before them. On the stage is a large curtain seemingly obscuring something and a Mic. stand. After a few moments, King Kraig and Napoleon Weisgarber make their way out from the side of the building to a mild reaction. Kraig stands front and center at the Mic. stand as Napoleon takes a seat to his right.King Kraig: Hello and welcome everyone to what we guarantee will be a very special announcement. I'd like to start by apologizing for holding this event on such short notice, however with Attack! ... Of The Little Green Men now just behind us and another Loaded on it's way, we felt it necessary to make this announcement before we moved on to our next show. So, without further adue, I'd like to officially announce the reopening of the WFDC! Kraig gestures to a security officer who then pulls a rope, dropping the curtain and revealing the new WFDC logo. The press core oohs and ahhs at the new logo, photographers frantically catching this moment in time. Several journalists raise their hand to ask questions but King Kraig waves his hand, shushing them.King Kraig: Now, unfortunately, I have much business to attend to so I will be unable to take questions. I will, however, give answers. In spite of our very successful working relationship, I have decided to hand the reigns of the WFDC and sole responsibility of it's well-being over to my good friend Napoleon Weisgarber. We will be announcing our first show this week as well as the card for said show, and we hope it to be a very successful venture for everyone involved. Thank you all, and I hope to see you later tonight for Loaded. As Kraig and Weisgarber make their way off the stage, the feed from the press conference fades to black followed by the opening video of WFWF Loaded featuring some of the top superstars in the company. The video wraps and we cut live to the US Airways Center in Phoenix, Arizona! After several shots of the roaring crowd as well as a modest pyrotechnic display, we cut to Matthew Werner and Matt Steel at ringside.Matthew Werner: Welcome everyone live to the US Airways Center in Phoenix, Arizona! Matt Steel: We've got one hell of a show lined up this evening, but what an announcement by King Kraig from earlier. Matthew Werner: Absolutely, Matt. But to tell you the truth, I'm still wrapping my head around our Pay-Per-View event Attack! ... Of The Little Green Men. What a show we saw. Matt Steel: For sure. Of course stemming immediately from that and the return of Reverend Shadow, we have a huge main event signed. Matthew Werner: That's right. Tonight Reverend Shadow goes head to head with the former WFWF Hardcore Champion Meg! Matt Steel: You've gotta wonder where Meg's at mentally after losing to Calvin Lee... Completely cutting off Matt Steel, "Lake Bodom" blares over the soundspeakers eliciting a chorus of boos from the audience.Matthew Werner: Well, this is unexpected. Matt Steel: And incredibly rude. Folds arms.After a few moments, Wez Vendetta makes his way out from the curtain, WFWF National Title in hand. He quickly strolls down the ramp and slides in under the bottom rope. Wez then asks for a Mic. from Keri Thames to which she obliges.Wez Vendetta: You know... When I came back here just a few short months ago, I had one single goal in mind. See, as I watched the WFWF from the outside looking in, I saw many of the people I had wrestled with, my peers, reach the ultimate glory and gain entry into the WFWF Hall of Fame. Guys like EBR, Alex Sean, Destroyer, The Shape, BadAssDiva, all of these people who I had competed with and against receiving the greatest honor that this company can bestow. The crowd modestly cheers for the name dropping, only to resume their jeers.Wez Vendetta: I saw all this, and it made me hungry again. It made me want to come in this ring, kick ass, and get that type of recognition. My goal was to reach the level of success that I had never reached before, and make it into the WFWF Hall of Fame. And you know, when I came back, I was doing pretty alright for myself. I had a few wins, I was on my way to that level of success. Then comes Saku Salmelainen. Surprisingly, the mention of Salmelainen gains a loud, positive response from the crowd.Wez Vendetta: See, at first I didn't have any problems with the guy. Sure, he's Finnish, sure, he's mediocre at best, but it seemed like in the least when we faced it'd be right down the middle clean. But I was unfortunately proven wrong because when we faced, he had to use his little black bag to pick up the win. No, he couldn't beat me in the ring honorably like a man, he needed foreign objects and trickery to get that win. I was angry, frustrated, and ready to exact my revenge. Because the way I see it, I was the rightful man in the finals of that tournament. So I decided to do what he did to me; Cost him the thing he held closest to his heart, this very WFWF National Championship. Wez raises the WFWF National Championship high above his head gaining a massive roar of jeers and boos from the crowd.Wez Vendetta: But that was only part of it. Like I said, I should've been in that match, and the way I see it, nobody can deny that if I were in that match I would have pinned Trace Demon with ease. But I realize now that's not even entirely necessary because, with your American legal system, possession is nine tenths of the law, which makes me the WFWF National Champion! So without further adue, Ms. Thames, if you could announce me as... Before Wez can finish his speech, "Dance With the Devil" blares over the sound system prompting Trace Demon to rush through the curtain and down the ramp. Before he can meet the ring, several security officers rush in front of him to avoid an altercation, however Trace Demon raises his arms in the air signalling no intention to fight. He gestures towards Keri Thames for a Mic. to which she obliges.Trace Demon: I'll be straightforward with you Vendetta; I don't give a damn about your dreams, goals, or your beef with Saku. You two can fight to the gates of hell for all I care. But you getting involved in my match at Attack! ... Of The Little Green Men and stealing my title, I do care about that! You've got something that's mine and you're either going to hand it back, or I'm going to take it back! Trace Demon approaches the apron but again is stopped by security. Just as things seem to be heating up, "Rock in a Hard Place" blares over the speakers bringing Kat Hamilton out from the curtain. She saunters down the ramp, winking at Trace Demon as she passes him by and makes her way up the steps. Wez Vendetta aproaches Hamilton and sits on the middle rope, allowing her to enter the ring. She then taps him on the shoulder and he hands her his Mic.Kat Hamilton: Hello boys. I'm sure you're both wondering why exactly I'm out here, and the truth is, I'm out here representing a group you both should know much about; The Axis. See, we've been interested in this National Championship situation since day one and have been waiting for this moment for a long time. What I'm out here for, to be more exact, is to make an offer to the WFWF National Champion to join the premier group in the WFWF, The Axis. Wez Vendetta's eyes seem to light up, casting Hamilton an intrigued stare.Kat Hamilton: Of course, therein lies the problem. The way I see it, there can only be one of you to hold that championship. Now Trace, you may have won that match, but it's safe to say that without the help of my man over here Wez Vendetta, you would have never gotten the victory, not to mention he's the one with the belt. So until you can claim that title that's in his hands, or anyone else for that matter can, I see only one person on par with joining our group. So Wez, how about it? Hamilton passes the Mic. over to Wez Vendetta, to circles the ring thinking the decision over a moment. He raises the Mic. to his lips.Wez Vendetta: I... Before he can finish his sentence, the Finnish National Anthem blares over the soundspeakers, prompting Saku Salmelainen to walk through the curtain to a thunderous response. In one hand is a Mic. and the other the ambiguous black bag. He raises the Mic. to his lips.Saku Salmelainen: Wez Vendetta, I cannot believe you have the audacity to be out here. First, you screw my chances at the National Championship at Attack! ... Of The Little Green Men, then you steal that belt, and now you appear before us all, claiming to be the National Champion, claiming to be all that you are not. You stand here taking a free pass into The Axis using a ticket which you have not earned and do not rightfully own. The crowd pops at Saku calling Wez out.Saku Salmelainen: And you, Trace Demon, how can you be out here claiming right to a belt which you did not earn, a belt which you stole from my hands, taken only because I did what I needed to do to get my chance at the championship? But I digress. You see, since both of you decided to come out here and lay claim to the National Championship, to lay claim to my National Championship, I felt it necessary to make my voice heard and claim what is rightfully mine. Saku glances down for a second at the black bag in his hand and smiles.Saku Salmelainen: Trace, at Attack! ... of The Little Green Men, I had planned the utmost celebration. I had planned to finally reveal the contents of this bag, what I have been working on for months upon months. What was originally in this bag, was leather and gold; the remainder of the International Championship given to me at an awards ceremony, smashed as the Drakz and Kyzer era began. I have spent painstaking nights smelting down the metals in this belt, heating them, cooling them, reforming them, painting them, fitting them to me, fitting them to the strap, and finally finishing this belt. Saku now reaches into the bag and pulls out a championship belt. On it is written "National Champion – Saku Salemlainen" there is a large Finnish Flag on it and it generally overed in all things Finland on the plates.Saku Salmelainen: The National Championship states glory over a nation, it does not, however say which nation, and for that, I chose my beautiful native country of Finland. I am the true International National Champion. And just like you two, I have every right to this title, and in the end, Wez Vendetta is not the National Champion, Trace Demon is not the National Champion... The crowd cheers for Saku, who they apparently seem to think deserves to be the National Champion. Saku looks around with a smile on his face.Saku Salmelainen: Because I, Saku Salmelainen, am not only the National Champion, no, I'm the International National Champion! Saku drops the Mic. as the crowd is cheering louder now, some actually chanting his name. Both Trace Demon and Wez Vendetta glare in Saku's direction as Kat Hamilton shrugs and begins leaving the ring, much to the dismay of Wez Vendetta. The Finnish National Anthem plays and Saku Salmelainen casually strolls back through the curtain. We then cut outside in the parking lot of the US Airways Center as Yukio Blaze approaches the venue with a gym bag resting on his shoulder. Just as he gets close, he stops for a moment.Yukio Blaze: What's this all about? We pan around to find King Kraig and Napoleon Weisgarber standing at the side door to the building surrounded by close to a dozen security officers.King Kraig: Well, I'm glad you finally decided to show up. We've been awaiting your arrival. See, a couple of weeks back, you decided to make your return at everyone's expense. You came in, attacked a contracted superstar, violated my zero tolerance policy, and insinuated yourself into the title picture costing us significant promotional dollars to mend. There is a momentary pause.Yukio Blaze: ... Yeah, that sounds about right. Something like that, yeah. King Kraig: Well I'm glad you find this amusing. Point is at the time, due to your guaranteed title shot, we didn't have much of a chance to penalize you for this flagrant disrespect to our authority. But now here you are, no title to be won, no contracts to hold over our heads, no leverage whatsoever. I'd like to formally be the one to announce to you, Mr. Blaze, that you have hereby been... Demoted. Napoleon, who for all this has had a sly smirk on his face, turns confused towards Kraig.Napoleon Weisgarber: Demoted? King Kraig: Yes, Napoleon, demoted. See, if you had actually arrived on time, you would've seen our press conference announcing the opening of the WFDC. And I can't think of anyone on the roster who needs an in-ring as well as attitude adjustment more than you, Yukio Blaze. Napoleon? Napoleon Weisgarber: Hrm? King Kraig: He's your problem now. Guards. King Kraig walks towards the door of the building gesturing the group of guards. They approach Yukio Blaze who reluctantly follows along. They begin to walk back to the parking lot when Blaze taps one on the shoulder and raising a single finger up. He turns back towards Napoleon Weisgarber who is now staring directly toward Blaze.Yukio Blaze: I guess we'll be seeing each other soon, Napoleon. Heh... Should be fun. Yukio nods to one of the officers and they proceed toward the parking lot as we fade to a commercial break. |
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Post by Swarm on Jul 9, 2008 23:49:33 GMT -5
We return from commercial break to find one half of the WFWF Tag Team Champions DGX warming up in his personal locker room. After a few moments of his rhythmic squats, we hear a quick knock at the door followed by Alex Sean entering in uninvited. Seemingly unaffected, DGX turns towards Sean raising an eyebrow of query.
DGX: We really need to get you lessons or something for this. You knock first, wait for the person in the room to invite you in, then you enter. It's a three step process.
DGX grabs his water bottle and takes a swig.
DGX: What are you even doing here? I thought you weren't supposed to be here tonight after that whole Reverend Shadow business.
Alex Sean: I'm not that concerned with Kraig at this point, to be perfectly honest, and you know, you've got a lot of nerve man.
DGX nods on mocking agreement, again taking a swig of his water, prompting a clearly flustered Sean to pull the bottle from his hands.
Alex Sean: You know, not for nothing, but we are Tag Team Champions. I don't care if we don't like each other, but in the least we're going to have to co-exist. And not only do you let Reverend Shadow jump me, but you don't even return any of my phone calls. Now I've got EBR bugging me about cell phone minutes and for what? Your cowardice? Selfishness? Truthfully I could never tell the two apart.
DGX stand frozen in the position he was in with the bottle of water, his empty hand holding air now before he slowly wipes the spilled water from his chin.
DGX: Yes, we're the Tag Team Champions. And all you can seem worried about is what trivial thing you can get in my face about next, know your place on this team man! Both of us are needed to make it work and we'll get nowhere if you're constantly challenging my decisions. I have not lead us wrong as a unit since I have returned, and as for you with Reverend Shadow... it was neither selfishness nor cowardice, it was a lesson, one you sorely needed. When you question and provoke your friends, they will not shield you from your enemies. It was a lesson that you needed to learn, thus I let you.
Alex Sean: I'm getting really sick of your sh*t, D. And honestly, I'm starting to even doubt if this can even work. You go on about your lessons and leading the team to success and you say we're friends. Well, I'll be straight with you D, we're not friends, and we will never be friends. I trust you about as far as I can throw you... Well, I could probably throw you pretty far but the point is I don't trust you a god damn bit, not at all. If you, Kraig, Shadow, everyone wants me gone, I'm out. To hell with this, I'm going to Denny's.
Alex Sean pauses for a moment, noticing the bottled water in his hands, and slams it down on a bench effectively splashing about half of it on the floor. Sean approaches the door but as he grabs the handle, DGX grabs him by the shoulder.
DGX: You're right. We aren't friends and I've never claimed we were. This will only work if you're able to not trust me, but trust my instincts. You have the lion's share of the strength of our little unit. But don't kid yourself as to who thinks for us, you're far from a stupid man Alex, but my instincts are sharper than yours and always have been. That's why I've accomplished what I've accomplished and why you've accomplished what you've accomplished. Think about that.
Alex stares at DGX for a moment then rolls his eyes and begins to proceed out the door.
DGX: Oh, by the way, that guy in the movie... Adrien Grenier.
Alex Sean: Ohhh... Yeah, that was the guy.
DGX: Yeah, good movie.
Alex Sean: Definitely.
Both men pause having noticed the tension leaving the room completely.
Alex Sean: Yeah... well, whatever, I'm finished here.
Sean exits the locker room slamming the door behind him, possibly for added effect. DGX shrugs then returns to his squats. We cut back to ringside with Matthew Werner and Matt Steel.
Matt Steel: It seems as if this situation between Alex Sean and DGX has officially imploded. Congratulations to Gary in catering who had 20 dollars on this week. Good call, Gary.
Matthew Werner: ... And up next we will see the debut of two wrestlers.
Matt Steel: Well that’s great. These two better be good, or this could be worse than a car crash.
Matthew Werner: Don’t you think that you are exaggerating a little?
Matt Steel: No... no I don’t.
Keri Thames: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is a singles match!
Surfin Bird hits the sound system as Thug walks down to the ring, his hands pointing to the sky while walking.
Keri Thames: Making his way to the ring first, weighing in at 250 lbs... Thug!
Sparks burst from the stage into the air, showering the stage behind Thug, who slides into the ring. Thug walks towards the turnbuckle and climbs to the second turnbuckle, where he raises his arms high in the air.
Matt Steel: This guy doesn’t really look like a wrestler, now does he Steel?
Matthew Werner: You don’t have to be muscular to wrestle in this business you know.
Matt Steel: Sure Matt, you just keep telling yourself that.
The lights go dull as Time is Imperfect plays. Ikol stands in the entrance.
Keri Thames: And his opponent weighing in at 275 lbs... Devianté Ikol!
Ikol methodically walks to the ring, each step connecting with the stage as if planned second by second. Ikol climbs into the ring as the lights regain their original brilliance.
Matt Steel: Can anybody else say generic?
Matthew Werner: Matthew!
Matt Steel: What, I just call it like I see it.
Thug and Ikol stand toe to toe, with Ikol having to look up at Thug for them to see eye to eye.
Matthew Werner: There is an obvious size and weight difference between these two men, and that could make all the difference.
Matt Steel: Ikol is seriously outmatched here; maybe he will just give up.
Ding! Ding! Ding!
Matt Steel: Guess Not.
Ikol goes in for the first move, but is knocked back by a stiff right hand from Thug, who follows up by taking Ikol down with a spear, before throwing a series of punches to the skull of Ikol, who raises his hands to his head in an attempt to protect himself.
Matthew Werner: Ikol is on the defensive very early on in this match.
Matt Steel: And it doesn’t look like it will change anytime soon.
Thug pulls Ikol to his feet, and connects with several more punches, each on connecting with the skull of Ikol, before Thug pulled Ikol’s head beneath his arm, where he drilled him with a DDT. Thug goes in for the pinfall.
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Ikol kicks out just after the two count, causing Thug to drill him with another right hand.
Matt Steel: It may have been better if Ikol had just stayed down.
Matthew Werner: It does look like this is not going to get any better for Devianté Ikol.
Thug gets to his feet, while Ikol sits up, clutching his jaw. Thug turns around and kicks Ikol clean in the jaw, before pulling Ikol back up to his feet. Thug Irish whips Ikol to the ring rope and goes for a clothesline, but Ikol ducks and keeps running, bouncing off the ropes and connecting with a running knee lift, followed by an elbow drop.
Matthew Werner: An excellent counter by Ikol.
Matt Steel: That was just plain luck.
Ikol gets to his feet and connects with two more elbow drops, before walking to the turnbuckle and climbing to the second turnbuckle. Thug slowly stands up, but Ikol flies off the top rope with a shoulder block, sending Thug to the mat.
Matthew Werner: It looks like that move took a lot out of both men.
Matt Steel: There’s something wrong when a shoulder block can do that kind of damage.
After several seconds both men slowly get back to their feet. Ikol charges at Thug, only to be met with a right hand. Thug swings Ikol around and puts both arms around the ribs of Ikol, before hitting a German suplex, and followed up with a pinfall attempt.
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Ikol kicks out at two and Thug gets to his feet, before jumping and hitting Ikol with a knee drop to the skull.
Matt Steel: Told you Matt.
Matthew Werner: That knee could have broken Ikol’s nose!
Matt Steel: It’s not like it will make much difference, the way he looks.
Thug pulls Ikol to his feet and Irish whips him into the corner, charging after him and connecting with a clothesline, causing Ikol to fall to the floor. Thug pulls him back up and lifts him onto the top turnbuckle. Thug follows him up, and sets him up for a suplex. Ikol realizes what is about to happen, and connects with several punches to the ribs of Thug, who falls backwards onto the canvas.
Matthew Werner: It looks like Devianté Ikol is setting up for the Comedy.
Matt Steel: That’s just a Swanton Bomb to all you fans.
Matthew Werner: Thanks for explaining that.
Matt Steel: You’re perfectly welcome.
Ikol leaps off the top rope, making a 180 maneuver in the air, only for Thug to move out of the way. Ikol’s back slams into the mat, causing him to cringe in pain.
Matthew Werner: That had to hurt.
Matt Steel: He shouldn’t have attempted it if he couldn’t hit it.
Both men struggle to recover, and the crowd starts chanting “We want action”. Ikol charges at Thug, attempting to hit a running knee lift, but Thug dodges the move, grabs Ikol and lifts him up before slamming him down with a scoop slam. Thug pulls him up by the hair and lifts him up in a suplex maneuver.
Matthew Werner: Looks like the end is near for Devianté Ikol.
Matt Steel: I told you that he didn’t have a chance.
Ikol escapes from the hold, and counters with the Tragedy, slamming Thug hard to the canvas. Ikol goes for the pinfall.
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Ding! Ding! Ding!
Keri Thames: Here is your winner... Devianté Ikol!
Matthew Werner: A shocking win for Devianté Ikol here in his WFWF debut.
Matt Steel: How in the world? This shouldn’t have happened Matthew!
Matthew Werner: Well it did, and you will just have to...
The feed from WFWF Loaded fuzzes out, static consuming the screen until a large smiley face appears.
"Ladies and gentleman, boys and girls, we interrupt this broadcast to bring you an important message. Very soon it will be time. Time for the people to laugh, time for the children to play... And time for this federation to shiver with fear. For soon it will be my time, soon I will bring my laughter to this WFWF as you call it."
The smiley face’s smile slowly begins to grow and slowly you can see the corners of the mouth begin to bleed and as the blood runs down the smiley face, a cold laugh is heard. The screen suddenly goes black, and five words appear in red.
The Joke Is On You
A moment of static then we return back to Matthew Werner and Matt Steel at ringside, who look on in pure confusion.
Matthew Werner: That was...
Matt Steel: Yeah... Let's cut to something else, shall we?
We cut backstage to find David Williams standing in what looks to be a makeshift office. Before him is a desk with two chairs in front, however Williams seems occupied some knick knacks ontop of a book-case beside the desk. After a few moments, King Kraig enters the office and immediately catches the attention of David Williams.
David Williams: Oh, hello Mr. Kraig.
King Kraig: Hello Williams, sorry I'm late, had some business to take care of. Why don't you take a seat?
Kraig holds his hand out, to which David Williams sits down in the left of the two chairs facing Kraig's desk. Kraig then walks toward his large, leather seat and sits.
King Kraig: So, let me get this straight; Ben Crossen told you that you and High Horror are brothers and that he was the family attorney before they died of a plane crash...
David Williams: Car accident.
King Kraig: Right, car accident. You then spend years watching your brother perform in the ring until finally he is offered a contract to join the WFWF. You approach his best friend, his best friend agrees to your terms, and all of a sudden there's a creative control clause in High Horror's contract if you choose to activate it... Which you have.
David Williams: That about sums it up.
King Kraig: That whole story seems... Impropable at best.
David Williams: It's beyond the norm, for sure.
King Kraig: That it is.
Both men nod in agreement eliciting a small pause.
King Kraig: Anyway, I'd be lying if I said this whole business of you booking one of my contracted superstars' matches was something I'm happy about.
David Williams: And I understand as well as respect that, which is why I'm glad you asked me here.
King Kraig: Oh?
David Williams: See, I mean in no way to... Disrespect you or step on your toes in any way. You're in charge and I completely understand that. So I would never choose to place High Horror in a match that wasn't entirely, one hundred percent in compliance with your vision for the WFWF. Think of this as less of me holding Horror's contract, and more of finding someone who will do his very best to help you in accomplishing that vision by any means necessary.
Kraig strokes his chin for a moment until a sly grin creeps over his face.
King Kraig: I like you, Williams. You've got a good head on your shoulders. So, what exactly did you have in mind for your brother?
David Williams: Well, I was sort of hoping that Horror and I could maybe get a chance in the tag team division, now that he's, ultimately, on my side.
King Kraig: I see. Well, I was hoping to perhaps put Calvin Lee and EBR together next week but, no disrespect, I don't see how that would benefit...
David Williams: We'll do it. That sounds like a great idea, sir.
Kraig stares at Williams, his eyebrow raised, then he lets out a small grin.
King Kraig: Please, call me King.
With these words, we fade to commercial.
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Post by Swarm on Jul 9, 2008 23:49:54 GMT -5
We return from commercial as Horror is lying down on a bench in the locker room. No one else is there at the moment, so he is strumming random notes on his Martin D28 Acoustic guitar. Suddenly there is a knock at the door.
High Horror: Come in.
The door opens up revealing Reckless on the other side. Almost instantly, Horror jumps from his seat and makes eye contact with Reckless.
Reckless: I knew I’d find you here.
High Horror: You can either get the hell out of here, I'll put you out. I have nothing to say to you.
Reckless: Man, for once let me speak. At least give me a chance to explain myself.
High High Horror: What could you possibly say that could make this any better? I've heard enough from you.
Horror turns his back to Reckless.
Reckless: You haven't even given me a chance to explain anything. As a matter of fact, when I tried to explain myself you nearly killed me with a chair.
Horror looks down for a moment in thought, then glances over toward Reckless.
High Horror: You’ve got a minute.
Reckless: Shawn... look. We all thought... I thought we had done what was best for you. Do you remember how you were only two years ago? You were out there, man. You put your body at risk every time you went in the ring, a couple of times I wasn't sure you'd get back up again. When Williams found me... He conned me, he conned all of us. If I had any idea what his intentions were... You know me, you know I'd never do something like that to you.
High Horror: So what? I was so completely unable to make a single decision on my own you just decided to sign my life away to him? You could've told me then, you could've told me when he started acting like this.
Reckless: You think I didn't want to? All this time I wanted to tell you the truth... But everything seemed fine. You had your life in order, a successful tag team, it looked like we were gonna live that dream, you know? But when you entered that tournament...
High Horror: Oh, so this is my fault, then?
Reckless: I'm not saying that. I'm just saying that when you entered that tournament, something changed in him. Or maybe he was like this all along, I don't know.
Reckless pauses for a moment, and looks down, very somber.
Reckless: Look, he's your brother. I thought he wanted what was best for you. But now... now it just seems like he's been using you. Using your skill, your strength, your heart, all of it. Maybe when you entered that tournament, he saw the end of the road for himself and decided to take matters further. The point is, I was trying to do what was best for you, I was trying to help. Man, we've been up and down these roads together...
High Horror: Your time's up, Reckless.
Reckless: Don't give me that. We've been practically family for years. We've had fights before, against each other and on the same side. This is just another struggle, this is just another fight. We can beat this if you just give me a chance to help.
High Horror: Reckless... You had your chances. You've had over a year's worth of chances to do the right thing and still you said nothing. And if history gives us any idea of what we are capable of, then I think I've had about as much help from you as I can handle. Besides, incase you forgot, I already have family. David Williams is my brother, and Reckless... You're just dead to me now.
Reckless looks up at Horror in a hurt way, he turns around and stops in the doorway and looks back at Horror.
Reckless: You know, I thought you were a forgiving man, I guess I was wrong.
Horror looks up as Reckless walks out of the room. He slams his guitar to the floor and holds his head in his hands. We then cut back to ringside where the gentle opening strumming of "Imperium" takes the soundwaves as the lights extinguish. The crowd's attention is diverted to the video screen, where several shots of the Los Angeles skyline fade into one another. As the music begins to pick up, the images on the screen do as well leading to an enormous blast of pyrotechnics on the stage!
Matt Steel: I'd guess DGX and Rodney Paine are next.
Matthew Werner: Good call.
Keri Thames: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is a singles match.
The heavy riffs begin to pick up leading into the opening lyrics of the song as DGX appears on stage with his back to the crowd raising his arms out in a crucifix pose as the crowd roars. DGX turns to face the men in the ring and then leisurely begins to stroll down the ramp taunting the fans as he slaps the tag team title belt around his waist.
Keri Thames: Making his way to the ring, weighing in at 225 lbs and hailing from Hollywood, California... He is one half of the WFWF Tag Team Champions... DGX!
DGX finally gets to the back of the aisle as the song plays on, as DGX leisurely strolls up the steps and leans back against the ropes standing on the apron, hooking his arms into the top rope before entering the ring. Rodney Pain stands in the ring gawking in awe of DGX and the massive crowd reaction he is getting. That and DGX just looks damn fine, all the time if he does say so himself. DGX walks to the middle of the ring raising his hands in victory before his music shuts off and he turns to hand his title to some flunky at ringside. He rushes over and catches Keri Thames by the arm as she's attempting to leave, he shakes his head negatively and pulls her back into the ring.
Matthew Werner: What's this all about?
DGX: Keri, I'm quite frankly surprised at you. That was extremely rude, it's the kid's first match and you don't even have the courtesy to introduce him?
Keri Thames: Well, I just figured... Anyway, weighing in at 245 lbs, hailing from...
DGX lashes out with a Breakdown that completely blindsides the rookie and knocks his lights out. Rodney Pain crumples to the mat in a heap as Keri looks at this with her mouth agape in shock. DGX smirks towards Thames, then shrugs nonchalantly.
Matt Steel: That was awesome.
Matthew Werner: Kind of unfair, I'd say. The match hasn't even started yet.
Ding! Ding! Ding!
Matt Steel: Well there you go.
DGX, not even phased by the ring bell, leisurely strolls over to the fallen Rodney Paine and makes the cover.
Matt Steel: I'm gonna go out on a limb here and say DGX probably has this one in the bag.
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... 2 ...
... 3 ...
Matt Steel: I called it! Two for two Werner, two for two!
Ding! Ding! Ding!
Matthew Werner: You're ridiculous.
Imperium hits as DGX gets off Rodney Pain with a laugh. He calls for his belt in the ring and as a flunky obtains his gold and hands it to him.
Keri Thames: Um... Well, here is your winner... DGX!
DGX celebrates for a few brief seconds but is clobbered from behind by a leather clad fan whose leapt the barrier!
Matt Steel: I don't remember seeing this on the format sheet.
The music instantly cuts as the man stomps DGX down before cameras get a good look at him... it's JOHNNY VALENTINE!
Matthew Werner: That's... that's...
Matt Steel: That looks like Johnny Valentine, I think.
Matthew Werner: ... Yes, that would be where I was going.
Valentine grabs DGX by the hair and drives his knee are hard as he can into DGX's head knocking him to the canvas! He slaps DGX in the head as he shouts 50s slang insults at him before mounting DGX and punching him rapidly knocking the sense out of his head! Valentine finally gets off DGX and walks over, picking up the tag team title belt DGX dropped when he blindsided him and stands with the belt in hand, measuring DGX whom is trying to get his wits and get to his feet. DGX barely makes his way up on unsteady legs and turns towards Valentine who drills him back down to the canvas with a shot from his own title belt to his skull!
Matthew Werner: You'd think security would be here by now.
DGX is down and hurt as it appears the shot from his title belt opened a small cut on his forehead. Valentine casts off his leather jacket and is going ape sh*t as he screams for DGX to get up! DGX crawls to the rope and tries to get back to his feet, but Valentine has enough and moves in, pulling DGX to his feet by his hair! Valentine sets him up and lifts him for what could be a back body drop but Valentine holds him at it's height and walks to the middle of the ring before putting him down hard in what could have been an atomic drop but with no knee depositing DGX stiffly on his posterior in the middle of the ring! Valentine throws up a sign with his hands signaling the crowd...
Matt Steel: Johnny Valentine's in the crips!
Matthew Werner: ...
Matt Steel: ... Bloods?
Valentine bolts off the ropes DGX is facing and barrels back putting his boot through DGX's face with a resounding smack of boot leather meeting skin. DGX falls and though conscious looks like he has no idea where he is, what's going on, or even who he is following the Thunder Road kick from Johnny Valentine!
Matthew Werner: DGX is getting beaten like Jesus in The Passion.
Matt Steel: That's a pretty rough beating.
Matthew Werner: For sure.
Valentine points down at DGX and menacingly yells down "don't you ever!" a couple of times before he exits the ring and grabs a steel chair from the ringside area! DGX has barely moved in the ring after receiving the Thunder Road and is helpless! Just as Valentine seems to be ready to kill DGX with a chair, Alex Sean rushes down the ramp and slides in under the bottom rope, instantly locking eye contact with Valentine. Valentine glares toward Sean for a moment, then drops his chair and exits the ring screaming obscenities in Sean and DGX's direction.
Johnny Valentine: I'm not done with him man! I'm not done with him! You hear me fream?! You and me ain't finished!
Just as Valentine reaches the halfway point of the ramp, a mass of security rush down, half pulling Valentine to the backstage and the other half rushing to Alex Sean and DGX.
Matthew Werner: What an explosive evening we've had thus far, Matt.
Matt Steel: For sure. Let's cut to a video feed of Dark Rose, who just sent us another tape preparing for his return to the ring!
"Did you catch Attack! Of the Little Green Men?"
A lowish quality picture from a handheld camera reveals WFWF's impending debutante, Rose, sat cramped on a flight, lit only by the weak reading lights overhead. Around him, several people are asleep, or on the verge of sleep. A couple of people are pointing excitedly and whispering inaudibly, excited at the presence of the 'celebrity.' Rose himself looks a little weary, clearly having been on the flight for several hours already, but also looks happy. After all, he is all about the fans, and his eager fans, he knows, will be highly excited to see a short video diary of their star, who makes heavy use of commas.
Rose: Yeah, I checked it out. Have to get a look at the guys I'll be up against, y'know?
"Any thoughts?"
Rose: Well I'm always gunning for the XWA guys, obviously. Calvin's a double champ now, and you have to be impressed with that, however he pulled it off. He's come a long way. Alex and D...well, whatever happened after, they still took the tag titles, I'm impressed, more than anything, that they've actually managed to keep their hands off each other so long. There's always been this growing heat and tension between the two. They want each other. They want each other bad. And other innuendo, too.
"And EBR?"
Rose: Awesome showing by him, but that's just him all over. Can't fault him for that at least. XWA are running the WFWF show right now, no doubt about that.
"Think you'll follow suit? Fit right back in with the old XWA crowd?"
Rose: Well, I dunno about that. I can't say I really...agree with how they go about their business. They're smart, no question, but you've got to be out there to give the fans the best action you can, and last night, I have to say, some of what went down...Nah. I'll be doing things the right way, the good way, the best way. I'll give it all for my adoring fa-
Rose is tapped irritably on the shoulder by the person seated behind him.
Irritable Man: Excuse me, do you really have to do that now? My son is trying to sleep, and I have a meeting in the morning with the head of-
Rose turns around, employing a scorching smile that clearly suggests that he will not only apologise, but paint your house, mow your lawn, water your flowers, look after your kids and put them through college if it will make amends for any inconvenience.
Rose: Sorry.
The man realises who he is talking to.
Formerly Irritable, Now Embarrassed and Humble Man: That's! You're! It's! He's!
Son: Daddy! That's Dark Rose!
The man remembers words that aren't pronouns.
Man Who Speaks With Lots of "..."'s: I'm so sorry, sir. I...my son...(my wife *sigh*) are huge fans. We didn't know...we had no idea...Sorry to bother you. Please...carry on!
Rose flashes another dazzling smile.
Rose: Thanks.
Rose turns back to the cameraman, while in the seat behind the man with changing script name and his son silently squeal in delight and try and get in shot.
"Looks like you're loyal fanbase are as gay on you as ever."
Rose: As long as they keep cheering for me, what's a little interruption now and then?
"About a minute of wasted DVR space, actually. They're not bloody cheap, y'know."
Rose: Yeah, but devotion from people who appreciate you...that's priceless.
"Bloody isn't! It's priceFULL. It's £25 from Argos for ten, plus delivery fee, that's what it is. Anyway, you get the devotion and appreciation, what does muggins here get? £50 and a bloody uncomfy seat for twenty odd hours, that's what I get, thank you very much WFWF media budget."
Rose: I think we're done for tonight, really.
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Rose is coming out of a departure gate at an airport somewhere, presumably near where WFWF is going to be filmed on the day of his return. He comes out of the doors and his hit by a wall of sound. Cheers, whistles, applause, flashes and clicks from cameras, and and the sound of dozens of questions being yelled his way meet him, and all Rose does is smile humbly and drop his bags to walk forward to greet his fans, to chants of "X-DUB-A!"
Rose: Thanks. Yes, thank you. You're too kind. Thank you. I'll try and talk to all of you. Thanks.
Rose comes forward and starts shaking hands with kids, signing pictures, t-shirts and various WFWF, XWA and Dark Rose merchandise pieces, while microphones are thrust at him, questions thrown at him, graciously answered as soon as he can make out a coherent one over all the noise.
Interviewer #1: Rose! Please! What made you come out of retirement?
Rose: Well, it wasn't really retirement. XWA closed, and that put me out of a job, obviously. It just seemed like a sign to tell me to go home, do something else, go out early so people remember me as being young and quick, and not as someone trying to live in the past.
Interviewer #1: So what changed?
Rose: Wales is really, really boring.
There are some indulgent laughs, mostly false, by the kind of Americans who think that Wales is in England.
Interviewer #2: Who are you looking forward to taking on?
Rose writes on a post-it note, and sticks it to the chest of a girl offering her breast to sign. The girl looks disappointed.
Rose: The old crowd, obviously. It's always been my dream to beat DGX. And Calvin Lee was one of my biggest XWA rivals, so I guess there're old scores to settle there, too. I dunno. I just want to go out there and do the best I can against anyone I come up against. It's gonna be tough.
Rose pauses for a picture with a couple of kids, and then keeps going down the line, trying to get to everyone.
Interviewer #3: What was with the video on Loaded a couple of weeks ago?
Rose: Haha, that, yeah. Basically, when WFWF and I had agreed on a deal, they wanted to do this whole dramatic thing, all nostalgic, so basically I ran up a hill.
Interviewer #3: The video lasted about a minute and a half and you were out of breath and sweating from running what must have been about fifteen feet. It was lame.
Rose: Yeah, well. There was this bit we cut out in between of me stopping in an alley and doing your mum.
More indulgent and probably false laughs.
Rose: Any more questions?
Interviewer #4: What can we expect from you in WFWF?
Rose ponders for a second.
Rose: You can expect anything, except dirty tricks and turning my back on these amazing WFWF fans. And I probably won't team up with drunk Irish guys, or crossdressing bipolar sadists anymore. No promises, though.
Rose winks.
Rose: I'm sorry, one more question, and then I have to go to my hotel and get ready for the Make A Wish foundation.
Guy in the Crowd: No you don't!
Rose: Um...you. Guy over there, who we'll probably just call 'interviewer hash five." What's your question?
Interviewer Hash Five: Can we expect the same Dark Rose we saw in XWA?
Rose: Honestly? No. XWA was great, no question, but those days are gone now. It's time for wrestling to move on. Rose is WFWF now. And Rose promises to bring you all the excitement of before, and more. I'll make XWA seem like nothing compared to what you'll see now I'm arriving. No more X-Dub-A chants. I want you all to shout Rose when you see me come out into the WFWF ring and welcome the new Rose to his new home. WFWF!
The crowd cheer and start a Rose chant as Rose gathers up his bags and rushes outside to hail a cab, while the cameraman lags behind him, unable to catch up, mumbling something about twenty five pounds and a delivery fee. We fade to commercial.
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Post by Swarm on Jul 9, 2008 23:50:27 GMT -5
We return from commercial to almost pure black, only broken up by the faint silhouette of a man."I would like to thank you WFWF, for everything that has happened through my time out of wrestling, and the support that your ass’s did not show at the least. That is right you know it is always fun to be off without pay, when your f*cked up business was the reason it came down to this. Every cut, scrape, and scar that I have on my body has been your fault; every dollar, dime, and change I have not been making during time off is your fault. That psychopath you call a wrestler; the dead Idol is for sure your fault, from everything he did to me...your fault."We are shown a clip of Jake Slash lunging towards The Dead Idol as he lay prone on a barbed-wire board propped up in the corner. Just as Slash is about to make impact, The Dead Idol narrowly moves causing Slash to crumble the board and entangle himself in barbed wire. The Dead Idol drags Jake Slash toward the center of the ring and makes a cover, gaining the three count."I tried my hardest to entertain you for a smile, and a few paydays... But that was not pleasing was it? It was not enough for some of you fans to show me just a small amount of respect. Instead you cheer on that piece of trash known as EBR, and disgrace me.!"We are next shown a clip of Jake Slash laying defeated on the ring canvas. Standing above him is WFWF World Heavyweight Champion EBR, who raises his arms triumphantly with red, white, and blue confetti falling from the rafters. The roaring crowd is deafening, all in favor of EBR."He is the reason I had to get out of that ring, and stop the flow of cash to my name, the haunting visions of him came along with it. Wait, that is not all that you guys need to be thanked for, oh no not at the least. It is your fault about the law suite I could barely drag my ass of, for beating the hell out of my girlfriends boss, which of course ended her job. You know how it is, women who fill in extra activity always get to the top to make cash, but the boss was confident."Unsteady, cell phone camera video clips of Jake Slash being placed in a cop car are shown."That is right if you are bigger than someone go ahead and use your authority as a control source. Go ahead and try to make it with another guys girl, oh how happy it will turn out in the end. I do not think having your ass flung through a desk is worth it, and then being beat within an inch of you life is worth it."We return to the silhouette as the blackness surrounding him lightens, revealing Jake Slash."But let me give you guys some credit to something that I can consider to be good, I was instead thought to be insane and was just put in a small therapy class for help. You know the guy who asks you about your problems, very fun indeed especially as I was not to pay a dime for the mans candy ass. Instead I was cleared and sent back into real life, where no one asks for your feelings, as they could care less. Turns out I needed something new to fight with."His final words echo out, as again we fade into an obscured silhouette of Jake Slash..::Fight For Your Life::. We fade out from the vignette to find new WFWF Superstar Gabriel Chasm watching it on a monitor, his eyes fixed on the video we have just seen. We then cut back to ringside with Matthew Werner and Matt Steel.Matt Steel: [/b] What do you suppose that is all about? Matthew Werner:[/b] I'm not sure, but now it looks to be time for the … uh … “Land of Opportunity”. Matt Steel:[/b] What’s with the pause? Matthew Werner:[/b] I’m just confused by the entire practice. How is EBR giving anybody an opportunity by letting them face him? Seriously? Matt Steel:[/b] You and your anti-patriotic values are bringing down the economy AND the country. I hope you’re happy about the high price of gas. entrance comin soon.[/size][/color] Matt Steel:[/b] That’s certainly some entrance by K1LL3R 1NST1NCT 3. He looks to be radiating with intensity. He’s ready to go. Matthew Werner:[/b] The handler appears to be awfully lazy, I’ll tell you that much. Matt Steel:[/b] So because he’s black he’s lazy? Real mature. Dramatically the lighting dims to a near darkness as initially four taps of a drum are heard. As the intro to EPMD’s “Out of Business” album begins the crowd stirs, and shortly thereafter a sampled and remixed Rocky theme blasts throughout the arena. Selfishly keeping the entire show waiting, EBR proceeds through the curtains after several moments. A mixed, but mostly hasty reaction is followed as he confidently strolls down the entrance ramp, Heavyweight Title slung over his shoulder.[/size][/color] Matthew Werner:[/b] And here of course is the inventor of the Land of Opportunity … Matt Steel:[/b] God bless you, EBR. As he reaches the ring apron he momentarily stops and begins to observe the crowd and his various surroundings. At this time the lyrics finally begin and EBR descends the ring steps, and as he reaches his destination he steps through the second and third rope. He climbs the turnbuckle from the inside and looks on towards the crowd, and with the Heavyweight Title accompanying him, attempts to create the illusion of some type of epic appearance.[/size][/color] Matt Steel:[/b] I really respect the fact that EBR is willing to give K13 this match. K13 really deserves it. Matthew Werner:[/b] This isn’t different then any other match! It’s just given a flashy name! Matt Steel:[/b] And an American flag attached to the turnbuckle. He simply hopes off the turnbuckles and remains in his corner as the music gradually fades out and the lights gradually resume to their normal settings. EBR approaches his opponent and offers his hand, which K13 shakes.[/size][/color] Ding! Ding! Ding![/size][/color] Matt Steel:[/b] What a great display of sportsmanship by two great individuals. Matthew Werner:[/b] So now you’re a fan of K13? Matt Steel:[/b] Why? Is there a reason I shouldn’t be, Matthew? *glare* Matthew Werner:[/b] No, no, of course not. K13 is a-okay with me. As K13 looks to lock up in a collar and elbow tie up EBR kicks him in the gut before performing a Rocker Dropper.[/size][/color] Matt Steel:[/b] Well this has all the signs of a back and forth wrestling clinic. With K13 on the canvas EBR slowly begins to rise to his feet before dashing to the ring ropes and knee dropping K13 in the face. Man I really don’t want to write this match. EBR then brings K13 up and hooks him in a uranage. He drops K13 chest first onto his knee, followed by back-first on the same knee, before finishing it with an Exploder Suplex.[/size][/color] Matthew Werner:[/b] EBR with the ‘America’s Combination’ right there. Matt Steel:[/b] Patriotism at it’s best. Very satisfying. Slowly EBR glides into a pin attempt. Word.[/size][/color] … 1[/size][/color] … … 2[/size][/color] … K13 gets his shoulder up as EBR brings himself up, standing against the turnbuckle as he waits for K13 to return his feet.[/size][/color] Matthew Werner:[/b] It looks like EBR could really care less about this match. Matt Steel:[/b] What? Are you saying he’s trying to mail it in? Are you implying that he only asked for this Land of Opportunity match because he wanted an easier week? And that he specifically asked King Kraig for this match because of those reasons? Some nerve, Werner. Just some nerve. As K13 remains on his knees EBR finally approaches, only to be shocked with a sudden leaping calf kick to the jaw! EBR staggers around the ring, slumped over as K13 rebounds off the ropes and drops EBR to the mat with an Axe Kick![/size][/color] Matthew Werner:[/b] Well Matt, it looks like K13 is going to do his damndest to make this match black and forth. Matt Steel:[/b] *slow head turn* Matthew Werner:[/b] What? As EBR attempts to regain his senses K13 stands behind him, sizing him up for something. Really don’t want to write this. It seems I write that in every match I write. I should get my priorities straight or something. Anyways, when EBR finally turns around he’s grabbed by K13 who attempts a Rock Bottom. EBR elbows out, the force of the strike causing K13 to grab his temple, temporarily turning his back. That’s all the World Heavyweight Champion needs as he locks his arm in a hammerlock and sweeps him off his feet with a Lariat.[/size][/color] Matthew Werner:[/b] EBR with the Luv ‘Ya Blue. Matt Steel:[/b] An apparent homage to Houston Oilers of the late 1970’s. Matthew Werner:[/b] What an obscure reference. Matt Steel:[/b] Indeed, though it should be noted I used to call my finishing maneuver the “Steel Curtain”. Matthew Werner:[/b] I don’t see why you needed to point that out other then that they were both NFL nicknames and slogans. Matt Steel:[/b] Yes but we just extended this to make it look longer. Matthew Werner:[/b] Maybe we should get back to the match. Matt Steel:[/b] Maybe. Instead of going for the pin EBR just kind of chills and stuff. He’s bad ass like that.[/size][/color] Matthew Werner:[/b] EBR should really think about going for the pin right here. K13 is danger … ous … *trails off* Matt Steel:[/b] *Glare* Matthew Werner:[/b] ... ly smart in the ring. Yep. That’s right. He’ll kill you. Matt Steel:[/b] *Glare* Matthew Werner:[/b] What? Oh … God dammit … EBR pulls himself up with the help of the ring ropes. As K13 staggers to his feet EBR boots him in the side of the head, sending him back down.[/size][/color] Matthew Werner:[/b] The impact of that probably just sent K13 all the way back to Afri … hey, what’s that fan behind me? You had something you wanted to say? No? Whoops, I forgot what I was talking about. How about that? Dragging K13 up to his feet EBR throws him on his shoulders in a Torture Rack, signaling for the end. Before he can complete the move K13 is able to slide off his shoulders, turning him around and booting him in the gut. Grabbing his waist he hoists him onto his shoulder before planting him face first in the mat with the Dominator![/size][/color] Matt Steel:[/b] Uh … I don’t think EBR was expecting this. Matthew Werner:[/b] K13 has EBR on the ropes! But is he smart enough to finish him off! Matt Steel:[/b] *Glare* Matthew Werner:[/b] Now you’re just nit-picking! Exiting the ring K13 begins to climb the top ropes.[/size][/color] Matt Steel:[/b] He’s ascending, not descending. Just throwing that out there for any spelling and grammatical Nazis who feel the need to point out typos. As he reaches the top K13 vaults off, attempting a Lo Down Frog Splash. Unfortunately for him EBR moves as K13 hits the mat, the momentum causing him to roll across the ring in pain.[/size][/color] Matt Steel:[/b] That probably cost him. As K13 stumbles up he’s grabbed from behind by EBR. Again he’s thrown up into a Torture Rack, and this time, he’s dropped on his head with “The EBR”.[/size][/color] Matthew Werner:[/b] Oh! This one looks to be over. Matt Steel:[/b] Probably. EBR makes the cover, yadda yadda yadda.[/size][/color] … 1[/size][/color] … … 2[/size][/color] … Matt Steel:[/b] Here comes three. … 3[/size][/color] … Ding! Ding! Ding![/size][/color] The intro to EPMD’s “Out of Business” begins to play as EBR pulls himself to his feet, his arm raised in victory by the referee as EBR approaches the downed K13 and shakes his hand, despite the fact he’s most likely unconscious.[/size][/color] Matt Steel:[/b] True class right there. Matthew Werner:[/b] If you say so. Matt Steel:[/b] I do. And I’m right. *nods* EBR is handed the Heavyweight Title and throws it over his shoulder before he removes the American Flag from the turnbuckle, holding it in his right hand as he stands in the middle of the ring.[/size][/color] Matthew Werner:[/b] EBR continues with his perfect record here in the Land of Opportunity. Matt Steel:[/b] Perfect record in 2008, actually. Matthew Werner:[/b] Well that’s great - Suddenly, a video begins to play on the titan tron as the lights dim.[/size][/color] “EBR … Television Champion … two time Tag Team Champion … winner of the 2007 Scars & Stripes Battle Royal … first ever Undisputed Champion … member of the WFWF Hall of Fame … current World Heavyweight Champion … and self proclaimed “America’s Wrestler”. But is there more then meets the eye?”[/i][/size][/color] An old clip plays, that of Total Apocalypse on the EBR Emporium.[/size][/color] [/b] If you’re what’s considered cool, the youth of America is stupider than I thought. EBR:[/B][/COLOR] Doesn’t affect me; I’m Canadian.[/quote] The clip freezes after he says Canadian, gradually turning black and white as “Canadian” echoes several times afterwards.[/size][/color] “EBR … in actuality, ‘Canada’s Wrestler’.”[/i][/size][/color] The video then displays a bright picture of Thunder, smiling smugly.[/size][/color] ”Brought to you by Thunder; Thunder 4 World Heavyweight Champion.”[/i][/size][/color] Quickly the camera spots on EBR as the lighting resumes, holding the American flag in silence as the fans begin to boo. As the jeers begin to mount EBR exits the ring, staring straight ahead at the curtains in an attempt to not make any eye contact as he heads for the back. With this we fade to commercial.[/size][/color] [/Center] |
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Post by Swarm on Jul 9, 2008 23:50:44 GMT -5
We fade in to several shots of starving, African children roaming cracked, granite sidewalks sidestepping glass and dirt. We pan over to find Calvin Lee crouching close to a young girl named Akeelah who for only 12 dollars a month you can get her in a good school and the medicine she needs to survive.
"Ever since SuperBrawl, I've been a changed man. Though I've reached success before, nothing shone brighter than the chance to fight for women's rights and privileges in a world dominated by men. It opened my eyes to a whole new side of life, a side that I am now sharing with all of my fans."
We cut to Calvin Lee walking down a dirt road hand in hand with a young, african boy.
"Now, I've chosen to start the Calvin Lee Equality First Foundation, where I pledge to dedicate every free moment of my time helping out children like this, fighting for equality, and raising charitable funds for those in need. As WFWF International Champion, I am both a competitor and ambassador of foreign relations to the WFWF and I plan to meet the highest possible standard."
Finally we cut to a still frame of Calvin Lee smiling gloriously surrounded by a group of young children.
"I'm Calvin Lee, and I support this message."
The preceding was brought to you by the Calvin Lee Equality First Foundation. Drink responsibly.
With this we cut back to ringside with Matt Steel and Matthew Werner.
Matthew Werner: Well... I guess it's time for the main event.
Matt Steel: Let's do this!
The light's go out, smoke engulfs the titan tron. A loud mischievous scream hits the PA system. Bleeding Mascara by Atreyu begins to play as Meg walks out onto the ramp, head held high. The guitars pick up as Meg raises her head. Raising her arms ignoring the fans boo's as she climbs into the ring, using the bottom rope. She doesn't waste anytime trying to hype up the fans reactions. Instead she waits in the ring warming up for her opponent.
[/color][/size] Matthew Werner:[/size] Meg looking for a little bit of retribution after her disappointing outcome at Attack! … Of The Little Green Men. Matt Steel:[/size] Though it should be noted that she’s not actually facing Calvin Lee and thus any revenge is dished onto a different man. Matthew Werner:[/size] Hell hath no fury like a women’s scorn. Matt Steel:[/size] So black people, women … any other group of people you generally dislike? This Moment by Disturbed hits as Reverend Shadow walks ominously to the ring. Yeah, I added a colorful adjective. Shoot me.[/color][/size] Matthew Werner:[/size] I quite enjoyed that adjective. Matt Steel:[/size] And even if it was bad it could have been avoided if a certain somebody would have just written their entrance. Ding! Ding! Ding![/color][/size] Meg and Shadow lock up in the middle of the ring. Shadow instantly slides Meg into a side headlock and then drops and completes a headlock takedown. He holds Meg in the hold a moment as she struggles to get back to her feet.[/color][/size] Matthew Werner:[/size] Reverend Shadow expertly has that hold applied on Meg’s neck. He’s really giving Meg cramps. Shadow holds the headlock and Meg gets up slowly before delivering some elbows to the abdomen of Shadow causing him to let go. Meg whips Shadow into the ropes but Shadow reverses and catches Meg with a spinebuster. Shadow drops an elbow on Meg and then begins a series of punches on her downed form about the head/neck area.[/color][/size] Matt Steel:[/size] Shadow showing his experience with prostitutes. Shadow picks Meg up and hits a quick snap suplex. Meg sits up trying to get her wind but Shadow quickly traps her in a cobra clutch. Meg struggles but will not submit as Shadow conserves himself with this hold. He's been watching old Randy Orton matches apparently.[/color][/size] Matt Steel:[/size] Watch your collarbone. Meg fights her way back to her feet and boots Shadow in the shin breaking the hold and she follows this up with a Japanese Girl dropkick.[/color][/size] Matt Steel:[/size] I’m not even going to pretend I know what that is. Matthew Werner:[/size] Word. Meg runs around Shadow whom is quick to get back to his feet but Meg manages to springboard off the ropes and plant Shadow with a bulldog. Meg is up and waiting as Shadow staggers up quickly more stunned than hurt as the pace has quickened. Meg grabs him by the head and runs up the turnbuckles before turning out and taking Shadow down with a Bread Slice #2.[/color][/size] Matthew Werner:[/size] Meg with the Sliced Bread #2, which is of course the greatest thing since Sliced Bread. Meg is up and runs at Shadow who rises and meets her coming in with a boot to the gut. Keeping with the quick pace Shadow tries to set Meg up for what looks to be a powerbomb however Meg leans back and Shadow despite himself begins to twirl lost in the fast pace allowing her to counter with a spinning headscissors takedown. Shadow lands on his collarbone.[/color][/size] Matt Steel:[/size] Uh oh. Meg bolts to her feet and Shadow gets up and races blindly at her again as she ducks his desperate clothesline attempt. As Shadow whirls around Meg hits him with a quick spinning heel kick that lands solidly. Meg grabs Shadow and pulls him to his feet and takes hold of his head, it appears she is thinking of a traditional running bulldog headlock. Meg begins to run but Shadow pushes her into the ropes...[/color][/size] Matthew Werner:[/size] You know this is a bad premonition for one of these competitors. Matt Steel:[/size] But the writer could really surprise us by writing that they just go to McDonalds in the next paragraph. And catches her with a desperation spear on the rebound. Meg hits the mat heavily as does Shadow both rattled from the impact. Meg rolls out of the ring clutching her stomach from the move as in the ring Shadow gratefully stays on the mat enjoying the stillness from the whirlwind pace he was caught in.[/color][/size] Matthew Werner:[/size] This match could really go in any direction. Matt Steel:[/size] Certainly. Meg collects herself on the outside and begins to pull herself up on the ring apron. The referee has been checking on Shadow and has not bothered with a count out count as of yet as he turns now to check on Meg. Suddenly from behind Meg is attacked by Sylis Rezyk! He comes in from behind with a running knee kick that takes Meg to a knee as the referee calls for the bell! Shadow looks up from the mat at the referee and then at the scene on the outside.
Ding! Ding! Ding![/color][/size] Matthew Werner:[/size] What the hell is Sylis Rezyk doing out here? Matt Steel:[/size] And attacking Meg? I mean, really? It’s like that? Rezyk does a complete 360 before nailing Meg in the back of the head with a roaring elbow. Rezyk then grabs Meg and puts her into position before lifting her up and throwing her out and down to the floor with The Katharsis![/color][/size] Matthew Werner:[/size] I don’t know what this is about. I’d have to wager that neither does Meg. Matt Steel:[/size] But she won the match on a disqualification. So yeah, she should try to look at the positives. Matthew Werner:[/size] I’m pretty sure she’s unconscious. Matt Steel:[/size] When she comes to, obviously. You know what being “condescending” means? It means a loser is trying to bring a winner down with him. Rezyk gets to his feet and stares coldly at Meg, with Reverend Shadow looking on casting a perplexed stare. With this, we fade out from this week's WFWF Loaded![/color][/size]  [/Center] |
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Calvin
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Joined on: Dec 18, 2001 15:13:21 GMT -5
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Post by Calvin on Jul 10, 2008 6:37:49 GMT -5
woooo these results kicked ass.
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Post by Kyzer on Jul 10, 2008 8:52:01 GMT -5
I enjoyed these thoroughly.
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Post by jesterslaugh on Jul 10, 2008 10:02:38 GMT -5
Good results, and I'm glad that a certain match writer learned the difference between ascend and descend.  |
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Yukio Blaze
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WFWF Record: 58-54-03-02
Joined on: Dec 15, 2004 21:50:34 GMT -5
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Post by Yukio Blaze on Jul 10, 2008 14:25:08 GMT -5
woooo these results kicked ass. I'm agreeing with Calvin on this one. |
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