The EBR Appreciation Show Results: March 10th

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We fade in live to the WFWF EBR Appreciation Show not with a traditional video package or pyrotechnics, but simply a shot from the hard-camera on the center of the ring where WFWF's resident ring announcer, Keri Thames, is standing by. She waits for her cue, and upon getting the go-ahead, proceeds with the announcement.


Keri Thames: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome the current President of the WFWF King Kraig and Jason Jadoa!


Upon the announcement, a chorus of boos resonates throughout the building while "The World is Yours" by Nas plays through the speakers. After a few moments, the commentating duo of Matthew Werner and Matt Steel begin their end of the broadcast.


Matthew Werner: Good evening, ladies and gentlemen. I'm Matthew Werner alongside Matt Steel here at the... EBR Appreciation Show...


Matt Steel: Damn straight.


Matthew Werner: ... Where we are coming off our big pay-per-view extravaganza; WFWF Indiana Jones and the Curse of the WrestlingFigs Wrestling Federation.


Matt Steel: Not just big, Werner, historic. It was a night that will go down in history. EBR, after months of being held down by the WFWF, has finally reclaimed what is rightfully his and that is the WFWF World Championship.


Matthew Werner: I don't know how you can say that when Alex Sean was essentially... Oh there's Kraig now!


It's true. King Kraig walks out shortly followed by one Jason Jadoa. The expression on Jadoa's face is all-business, but King Kraig is practically jovial, a proud smile on his face as he walks confidently down the ramp.


Matt Steel: That's a happy man right there.


Matthew Werner: All I'm going to say is that, as a professional, I'm going to try and remain objective during the broadcasts.


Matt Steel: So essentially you're tight with Alex Sean but would rather have your job? That's cold, brother man.


Matthew Werner: Hey, it's hard times, what can I say.


This commentary isn't really going anywhere so back to describing them walking out I guess. Serious walking action going on right here y'all. Kraig makes it to the ring steps, walks up, and steps through the ropes while Jadoa slides in under the bottom rope. Kraig moves toward the broadcast side of the ring and gestures for a microphone, to which Keri Thames, who has since exited the ring, hands him one. He signals for the truck to cut the music and upon it fading out, raises the microphone to his lips and begins speaking, Jason Jadoa standing behind him with his arms crossed.


King Kraig: Hello, hello everyone! How's everybody doing tonight?


As one would probably expect, the fans respond in boos.


Matt Steel: Tough crowd, tough crowd.


King Kraig: Oh my. Well, that's too bad ladies and gentlemen, I hate to see you all in such a bad mood because tonight, I'm in the best mood I've been in since I first returned to take over the WFWF. See, because like any individual who has to follow another, when I first took office here in the WFWF I inherited my predecessors problems. More than anything and most problematic, I inherited Alex Sean.


Kraig pauses.


King Kraig: Make no mistake; There was a time when Alex Sean was perceived as being the greatest of all time. He was a man who achieved everything there was to achieve; World Championships, record-breaking statistics, and even a spot in the WFWF Hall of Fame. But in the time since I returned to the WFWF, I saw a different side of Alex Sean. Not the man who was feared and respected, not the honorable, battle-hungry warriors he's been mythicized to be, but rather a man who cares only about himself. Not his fans, not his peers, not even his own wife. A shell of a man really. Someone who, time and time again, disappoints everyone, be it the fans who paid to see the shows he chose not to attend, or the competitors who sought the real challenge that he has claimed himself to be. I saw a man destroyed by his own success, a victim of his own making with nobody to blame his failures on but himself.


Kraig nods, emphasizing the point.


King Kraig: Believe me, ladies and gentlemen, I did what I could for Alex Sean. Even after he no-showed television dates, even after losing his title to Wayne McGurk, and even after he was soundly beaten by Thunder, I gave him another chance. Then, at Indiana Jones, when it was all on the line and he had his fair chance to prove everything he claimed he was as truth, what happened? EBR beat him within seconds. You could have blinked and missed it. And with that loss, Alex Sean was exposed as the fraud he always was. Someone who lied and manipulated his way to the top but was never truly great because he, himself, is not a great man.


Kraig looks down and nods somberly. After a few moments, he begins to smile.


King Kraig: But we're finally past all of that now because we finally have a man as WFWF Champion who is great. A man who represents everything that Alex Sean is not. EBR is a man of honor. A man who lives and dies by a powerful, moral creed with unbreakable resolve. Alex Sean, is a man of no honor or integrity whatsoever. A liar and a cheat. EBR is a man of the people, someone who donates to charities, a man who actually shows up when he is booked and shows up on time. Alex Sean is as selfish as they get and even more unreliable. Perhaps most of all, EBR is a true warrior, willing and able to take on the toughest of challenges and succeed. And Alex Sean is a man who when EBR was standing across of the ring from him, proceeded to cry and weep like a little girl out of fear. See I always thought that the reason Alex Sean was so unreliable was out of ego, but now I know the truth and that is that Alex Sean was afraid, cowardly ducking competition so he could prolong his fading career for as long as possible. But the dark cloud that has hung over the WFWF for so long has finally passed.


As Kraig continues his speech facing the hard camera, he is unable to see the movement in the crowd behind him.


King Kraig: The clouds are gone and the sun is bright. Shining it's rays on a new day of the WFWF. A new era.


We see an individual rushing through the audience, the combination of his black hoodie and the rows of fans ahead of him obcuring his identity.


King Kraig: The era of EBR. And that's why we're here tonight. To celebrate our great champion.


He reaches the barricade and leaps over, the hood on his head falling back and thus revealing him to be one Alex Sean.


Matthew Werner: That's Alex Sean!


The crowd begins to buzz, Kraig nodding in surprise believing them to be agreeing with his declaration of EBR's greatness. Meanwhile, Alex Sean rushes toward the ring and slides in under the bottom rope. He gets to his feet and makes an immediate b-line for King Kraig, but out of the corner of his eye, Jason Jadoa sees him coming and intercepts Sean's path. The two men immediately begin to brawl, each throwing a steady pattern of right hands to the jawline of the other. King Kraig finally sees the commotion and immediately drops down and rolls out of the ring. An irate expression on his face, he begins to shout into the microphone.


King Kraig: SECURITY! GET OUT HERE!


Matthew Werner: This situation is getting out of control!


Matt Steel: Hellz yeah.


Sean and Jadoa continue to brawl as a mob of security officers rush from the entrance stage and from the audience. After a few moments they collectively begin making it to the ring and surround Sean and Jadoa. Security moves in, some grabbing Sean and some grabbing Jadoa, but the two men each begin turning their attention to the guard and laying them out with punches. Finally, as more and more guards rush the ring, they're able to separate and subdue both men. Kraig, from ringside, approaches the side of the ring where Sean is at and begins pointing at the security.


King Kraig: ARREST THAT MAN! I WANT HIM ARRESTED!


Amidst his shouting, Sean turns to look at Kraig, and shouts "you're dead" at the president, then spits in his direction to which Kraig uses his natural black footwork to side-step and avoid.


Matt Steel: Close call there.


The security guards begin locking Sean's hands behind his back in handcuffs. The scene one of chaos, we abruptly cut to commercial.

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We fade back in from commercial to find the one and only Stacy Grey jogging as fast as she can in her heels down a corridor. After a few moments, she reaches the guerilla position behind the curtains just as King Kraig, visibly angry, storms through.


Stacy Grey: Mr. Kraig, Mr. Kraig!


Approaching the king, Grey makes every attempt to get his attention. He stops in his tracks and turns toward Grey, seemingly resigning to doing the interview.


King Kraig: Yes?


Stacy Grey: I just wanted to ask you about everything we just witnessed a couple of moments ago, specifically the.... interruption on the part of Alex Sean?


King Kraig: What do you expect, Stacy? The man's a thug. A criminal. A two-bit thug criminal rat snake. Yeah. The fact is, I was almost expecting him to pull a stunt like that and clearly my suspicions were for good reason.


Stacy Grey: You seemed awfully surprised when it was happening.


King Kraig: I said almost expecting, Stacy. Besides, what you saw out there was misleading. Had Jadoa not intervened, I would have struck Alex Sean down with ease. I'm a true warrior, Stacy, unlike Alex Sean.


As Kraig concludes his spiel, EBR walks up at a slightly higher pace than normal walking. Not particularly well-said there on my part but hey they can't all be winners I guess. Just ask Charlie Sheen, amiright?


EBR: Yo, Kraig.


King Kraig: Oh hi, EBR.


EBR: What's going on? I heard something happened with Alex.


King Kraig: You weren't watching?


EBR: Nah, I just got here.


King Kraig: The man tried to attack me. He ran in from the crowd, jumped the barricade, and rushed the ring. He's probably borderline psychotic at this point.


EBR: Yeah, maybe. He's always been kind of inconsiderate though, like the time he OD'd in my car and got stains all over my back seat.


Grey and Kraig look at E, Grey in a sort of righteous indignation kind of way.


EBR: ... They were very nice seats.


And with that, Jason Jadoa, even more visibly angry, storms through the curtains with a mob of security guards following shortly behind him.


King Kraig: Oh hi...


Jason Jadoa: What the hell was that all about, Kraig?


Awkward.


King Kraig: I...


Jason Jadoa: I thought we had an agreement? I help you out and in return I get Alex Sean.


King Kraig: I remember the deal.


Jason Jadoa: So what's with the security? And now Sean's getting arrested?


King Kraig: Listen, you have to be patient. Everything I do is done for a reason. I promise you will get Alex Sean when the time is right.


Jason Jadoa: Look, Kraig, I'll be honest with you. I don't really care about your plans or reasoning behind them. I did what you asked me to do and I'm not interested in waiting. So, I'll tell you right here and now; Sean's arrested tonight, fine. But next week I'm going to walk out into that ring and I'm going to call Alex Sean out right then and there. And Kraig, all I'm going to say is... Don't get in my way.


And with that, Jadoa storms past the President and the World Champion of the WFWF, both looking a little caught off-guard by Jadoa's statements.


EBR: Well how about that... He seems kind of... Volatile.


King Kraig: ... Yeah. No worries though, I was sort of counting on this. Luckily, I've got another... And in the midst of Kraig's verbiage, he realizes Stacy Grey is still in fact standing there holding a microphone. He points to the camera. ... Is that thing still on?


Stacy Grey: Uh, yes sir, it is.


King Kraig: ... Oh. No comment.


Stacy Grey: ... I didn't ask a question.


King Kraig: I said no comment, Stacy. This interview is over. E.


Kraig nods to EBR, who shrugs, and the two men walk off. With that, Grey turns toward the camera and signs off.


Stacy Grey: Well, interesting turn of events here at the EBR Apprecation Show. We'll see what all happens next but until then, back to you guys at ringside!


Matthew Werner: Thanks Stacy! Match time!


This match wasn't even really close at all. Handlecatch started out the match decently, trying to keep the match at his pace but the XWA veteran Hutton Brown didn't allow that to happen. He took over with a series of hits, kicks and suplexes. He threw a few holds in there and knocked Handlecatch out cold with the Backlight for the win.


Matthew Werner: Impressive win right there for Hutton Brown.


Matt Steel: Word.


We cut backstage as we now find ourselves in a large lavishly decorated office. In the middle of the office stealing focus is a large desk, on top of which rest the feet of WFWF General manager Yukio Blaze (along with a picture of Thunder's sister, Robin and a replica of the WFWF Championship with a custom 'Yukio Blaze' nameplate. Yukio obsessing over the two things he'll never get. Nooooooooo surprise there) who at this time reclines back in his leather desk chair with his head on his shoulder and his eyes firmly closed in peaceful slumber. Seconds pass in silence when suddenly the phone on top of Yukio Blaze’s desk begins to ring, the sound startling the WFWF General manager into life. Eyes now wide and himself panic struck Yukio Blaze spins his chair quickly to both sides and back before pausing to take a deep breathe.


Yukio Blaze: Ok…..ok…..it’s ok, it’s an office not a waiting room, he’s only the boss down there.


Yukio Blaze shakes his head and looks at the ringing desk phone, before grabbing the receiver he looks at the red blinking light on the base, next to it a half pealed of label reading “Secretary”.


Yukio Blaze: What?


Secretary: Sorry to bother I know you’re engrossed in the show and don’t want to miss any second of it but McRegal’s called wanting to know if you had signed the papers.


Yukio Blaze: Mc, who?


Secretary: The fast food chain, they wanted to do a sponsorship deal that had some promotional spots for them in it, they sent the contract a few days ago it should be on your desk, I know you looked at it.


Yukio Blaze: Wait, how do you know I looked at it?


Secretary: Because when you first saw the money they offered us for it you yelled, and this is the polite version “Wow the last time I saw that many zero’s was when I looked up Immune’s spot on the WFWF all time rankings”.


Yukio Blaze: Oh yeah, right, I remember, that was some serious money, it also said they’d cover all of their own promotion expenses too right?


Secretary: Indeed it did, they cover the costs and give WFWF a large sponsorship fee in exchange for, basically some airtime. They will make the commercials we just have to show them and provide time for their live on air representatives.


Yukio Blaze: Representatives?


Secretary: That's right, though I'm not sure what that means. Given that it’s a fast food chain I’d guess they just want time for some people to come to ringside and hand out leaflets to the fans.


Yukio Blaze: Fast food leaflets? I don’t want that trash on my show.


Secretary: It’s what the contract asks for, if you want the money they want a live spot on the show.


Yukio Blaze: Ah you see, that is where you lack the business mind…..


Yukio Blaze reaches across his desk and after flicking through a small pile of papers he pulls out the McRegal sponsorship offer. He flips over a few of the pages, smiling at the offered sum on one page before coming to the signing page that already hosts the signature from the McRegal’s owner. The WFWF owner quickly scans his desk before grabbing a pen from it’s edge and signing the contract.


Yukio Blaze:…….we’ll take their money, we’ll let them appear on the show but at the end of the day it’s not their show so we decide what they do.


Contract now signed Yukio Blaze tosses it to the far side of his desk.


Secretary: What do you mean?


Yukio Blaze: Just remind me to book a tag match with two unknown’s on one team for the next show.


Yukio Blaze hangs up the phone and once again leans back in his chair, rresting his feet on hos desk in the process. Yukio Blaze begins rubbing his palms together and laughing loudly in his seat as the show now returns to the ring where AJ King and Valorie Evans are set to do battle.


Two of WFWF's rising stars faced off here in a pretty competitive match. Both competitors were looking to recover from loses at Indiana Jones V. Evans was clearly very emotional after losing her lover, the WFWF National Championship, to Ace Bennett. King was in a bad mood also after failing to earn a shot for the same championship against Chris Jackal. Evans got off to a hot start, taking King out with a number of impressive kicks. King then used dirty tactics, a thumb to the eye to be specific, to gain the upper hand for a large portion of the match. King got in a lot of good offence on the very impressive Evans. Evans began to fight back and gain the upper hand, which King tried to resist. However, Evans was too much for King, who was forced to submit to the Cristo.


Matthew Werner: Poor AJ King. Smell of fish was just too much for him to handle.


Matt Steel:


Matthew Werner: It's a straight thing. You wouldn't understand.


Matt Steel: That's discrimination, yo.


Matthew Werner: Not if it's true~!


Matt Steel:


Matthew Werner: Now, before we head to commercial break, I'm being told that we have a video package to show you. It's pretty awesome...or so I've heard. So...yeah. Enjoy.


The theme from “Chariots of Fire” plays as a slow motion montage of EBR is shown. We fade onto former XWA wrestler Damien, sitting in front of a black backdrop as the music continues to play in the background.

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Damien: EBR ... we had a lot of great matches. Respect is the foundation of this industry, and above championships is the most prestigious accomplishment in this sport. I may not have liked EBR, but I respected him, and that is something that can never be taken away ... I am very sorry to hear of his passing, and may he rest in peac ... oh he’s still alive? I just figured when you asked me to do this ... that’s kinda weird, but hey whatever ... EBR has the heart of a lion.


We fade out with the focused stare of Damien staring into the camera.[/color]


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Again the theme from “Chariots of Fire” plays as the same slow motion montage of EBR is shown. We fade onto former XWA wrestler Scorpion.[/color]


Scorpion: I knew EBR. I’ve wrestled EBR. He once gave me 10 dollars. He never asked me to reimburse him. That was nine years ago. He’s a good guy. Damn good guy.


We fade out.[/color]


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Once again, the slow motion montage of EBR with the “Chariots of Fire” theme. This time we’re greeted with former XWA wrestler and current WFWF commentator Matt Steel.[/color]


Matt Steel: I like EBR. He’s a cool guy. What about you?


He turns to his left as the camera pans out, revealing former tag team partner and fourth generation superstar Super Dragon IV.[/color]


Super Dragon IV: *Thumbs up*


Casually a fan walks into the screen, only to be backhanded and knocked to the ground by Super Dragon IV who folds his arms in satisfaction.


We fade out to Matthew Werner and Matt Steel.[/color]


Matthew Werner: You really took part in that?


Matt Steel: Well they asked me so I figured it’d be rude not too.


Matthew Werner: You know, I think it says a lot about EBR that only former XWA wrestlers participated in this -


He’s interrupted by the “Chariots of Fire” theme and EBR montage. We fade onto current WFWF wrestler DAVID HANDLECATCH.[/color]


DAVID HANDLECATCH: EBR HAS THAT BURNING LOVE.


We cut back to Matthew Werner and Matt Steel. Werner slowly shaking his head in disappointment.[/color]


Matt Steel: Wow that just made you look terrible.


Matthew Werner: Moving on to commercial. Be back in a jiffy.


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We hope your enthusiasm hasn't been TOTALLY curbed, because we've got more to go!


As we return from commercial break, Lightning is already in the ring. TV time is expensive, yo. The opening strings of "Awake and Alive" by Skillet fill the arena, causing a few fans to jump to their feet, and the others to turn toward the stage. As the guitar start pumping, Johnny Knight moves through the curtain, stopping at the top of the ramp to look out across the crowd. He smiles, walking down the ramp, slapping hands with fans on each side. Reaching the ring, he grabs the middle rope, pulling himself onto the apron. He ducks down, stepping into the ring. He walks to the corner, stepping onto the middle rope. Looking out with a smile, he raises one arm. He steps down, nodding in appreciation to the crowd. He turns to the stage, waiting for his opponent, which is odd. I guess he ignores Lightning like everyone else.


Bell sounds and the match begins. Collar and elbow tie up and an immediate go behind waist lock from Lightning, standing switch from Johnny and a single leg take down. Johnny lets Lightning to his feet clean and the crowd clap in appreciation.


Matt Steel:: One point for Johnny Knight.


Matthew Werner: This isn’t amateur wrestling.


Matt Steel:: Then why am I wearing a cup?


A second lock up, this time a Greco roman knuckle lock. Johnny gets one hand free and runs the corner with catlike agility, but it was a dumb move because Lightning jerks him right back to the mat. It always goes so well for The Undertaker too. Lightning on the offensive, but Johnny small packages him. Johnny rolls all the way over, getting a mount on Lightning and showering him with strikes, namely elbows. A cut is immediately opened on Lightning’s face, a vicious and deep cut.


Matt Steel:: Correct me if I’m wrong, isn’t that the same spot Phillip Schneider busted Lightning open?


Matthew Werner: Who pays that kind of attention? WHO DOES THAT?


Matt Steel:: How dare I point out the psychology that the writer is trying to insert into this match. Here’s a GIF of a panda instead. That fit your mold of WFWF more?





Matthew Werner: Yes


Referee warns Johnny of the strikes, Johnny paying no attention as he hammers Lightning’s face into hamburger with elbows and the occasional hammerfist. After nearly a minute of this vicious assault, the referee steps in, probably the best for Lightning’s safety. Johnny, realizing the match is won, immediately heads to the corner to the camera man.


Johnny Knight: DO YOU SEE ME NOW? DO YOU RESPECT ME NOW? You bloody him up, I CAN DO IT TOO!


Bell officially sounds and Johnny Knight is the victor by referee stoppage. Referee helping Lightning to his feet, and he’s way out of it, blood pouring from his face. They go to the back.


Matthew Werner: Hopefully he doesn’t roleplay about a hospital again.


Following the preceding match we open up on an interview booth with Trace Demon sitting in front of a camera ready to give his thoughts on EBR on this, his special night of appreciation. The camera man gives Trace the signal to speak and he looks into the camera, reading off of the cards.


Trace Demon: I was told to come here and speak about all the great things EBR has done, all of his achievements and all that other rubbish. See, the thing is, I can’t do that. You want me to speak about EBR, right? Well that’s what I’ll do, I’ll tell you all about EBR. You see, at Indiana Jones V, while I was busy getting stitches, I watched the rest of the pay per view. I saw EBR stab not only Alex Sean in the back, but DGX as well. Two in one night may be new to you E, but take it from a pro – eventually they both bite you on the ass at the same time and it ain’t fun.


I don’t like DGX, but I respect him because he does what he says he’s going to do. If he says he’s going to kick your ass then he will damn well give it a good try. If he says he’s going to take something over, then you better believe he will. He doesn’t stab you in the back if he can do the same damage from the front. He stood by EBR despite knowing that E was going to turn on him and destroy him like a coward.


I don’t like Alex Sean but, and it pains me to say this, but I respect him. Alex Sean can back up his words in the ring as I know far too well. He was another one of your friends E and once again, you turned your back on him just so you could get the gold.


Now, EBR, I don’t like you but I used to respect you. But at Indiana Jones V you proved yourself unworthy of that respect. Hell, you proved yourself unworthy of even being in this company! All you proved E is that you are a dirty coward.


Trace pauses, probably to add some drama to proceedings. He runs his hand through his hair. Anger bubbles up inside him.


Trace Demon: You’re a coward EBR, you proved that last night when you stabbed two men in the back because you couldn’t do the job any other way. You stabbed Alex Sean and DGX in the back because you know that you couldn’t do it face to face. Don’t get me wrong, I used to be the same, but then I realised that there isn’t any honor in being a little b**ch. I realised that I didn’t need to stab people in the back because I could put up a damned good fight in that ring. Your obviously incapable of doing that so it makes sense you’d align yourself with another coward. Yeah, I’m looking at you Kraig.


You see, cowards flock together and there isn’t any bigger coward than King Kraig. He hides behind his clipboard and does whatever the hell it is he does around here. And now he’s hiding behind EBR, or EBR is hiding behind King Kraig. One way or the other you’re both hiding with each other probably in a closet somewhere. Yeah, I said it, what’re you gonna do, stab me in the back as well? You think your the big man around here because you’ve got the title, because you’ve got the power but look at me. I used to have both of those things and they aren’t what make you a man. Being able to stand in that ring, being able to face any opponent and know that you can win, that’s what makes you a man. So I’m going to give you a chance to prove your a man.


This is me challenging you EBR. This is me challenging you to step out of your closet and come and face me like a man. Leave the dirty tricks, leave your boyfriend and come and fight me.


That’s if your man enough.


Trace doesn’t continue. He stands up and he walks off all cool like the man he is. The screen fades to black as we head to the next match as the commentators are speechless.


Ace and Contra started the match out. The experienced Ace took advantage quickly and beat Contra down. In a quick fit of cockiness though, he allowed Contra to get to his feet and tag in Jackal who tied up with the champ. On the winning side at the moment, Bennett tagged Samael in who worked flawlessly with Jackal, their moves and counters coming out like grizzled veterans. Samael gets downed and Contra is tagged in. Carter Contra on the other hand, did not know how handle Samael's unorthodox style. Samael would hit The Serpents Temptation but it would be kicked out of. Ace took Jackal out of the equation at that point and Samael lept off of the turnbuckle and got the win with the Phoenix Splash.


After the match, Chris is on his knees outside of the ring, holding his head down in defeat. Chris gets up to his knees when all of a sudden AJ King hits him from behind and and starts to pound on his head and back. King then follows it up with a big German suplex. Chris than staggers on his feet, but AJ King hits him with The Gamechanger! Jackal is down and it seems if AJ King goes to escape to the ring, but then he delivers an elbow drop onto Jackal's ankle! He then proceeds to lock in the Ankle Lock, and he grapevines it! Jackal starts to tap, but that doesn't do a damn thing, as AJ doesn't let go of the hold. Security and referees rush to ringside and they pull AJ King off of Jackal. Security escorts him to the back while the referees help Jackal to the back, who is in severe pain and is not able to walk on his right foot.


Contra makes his way to the back after being defeated. Bennett's music plays as he stands in the center of the ring. The Ref hands him his WFWF National Championship belt and he holds it up proudly. As Samael Ahriman begins his walk toward the back, Ace shoots him a 'thumbs up'. As his back is turned, someone whose face is disguised under a black hood has leapt over the guard rail and quickly slides into the ring. A sudden reaction from the fans catches Bennett's attention as he curiously turns around. Just as quickly as he does so, the person rushes toward the National Champion and delivers a perfectly-executed bicycle kick, connecting with Bennett square in the jaw.


The impact of the maneuver forced the hood off the person's face, revealing long, raven locks and a beautiful face with features much too elegant for any man (or woman, for that matter) to deny. A playfully evil grin graces the woman's face as she watches Bennett stumble to his knees.


Matthew Werner: Holy Taibtha Owens, it's Tabitha Owens!


Matt Steel: We haven't seen her in awhile. She's usually at the side of Braden Mun-


Matthew Werner: No, no. He's usually at her side.


It is, indeed, the Black Dahlia herself, Tabitha Owens. After she turns around at the crowd, making sure everyone gets a good look at the most beautiful, most deadly, most undefeated female in WFWF history. She makes her way toward Bennett and helps him to his feet before firmly placing him in a front headlock. Bennett is too out of it from his match and from the sneak attack, that he's helpless in her grasp. The Black Dahlia once again flashes a devious smile before leaping upwards, catching a decent amount of air, and then coming directly back down, impaling Bennett with an Implant DDT.


Matthew Werner: What an impressive move! Makes you wonder why Ms. Owens wasn't booked constantly!


Owens, who's talent in the ring knows no ends, doesn't stop the assault. She quickly makes her way out of the ring and begins to ascend to the top rope. The fans don't applaud this sudden reemergence of The Black Dahlia, but she eats up their disapproval like delicious vegan donuts. Bennett, whose head is pounding after the previous attack, begins to groggily make it up to his feet. Owens stands on the top rope, hunting her prey, that same devious smile gracing her face as Bennett turns towards her. Within the blink of an eye, Tabitha flips off the top rope, wrapping her legs around Bennett's neck then flips him over with a beautiful Dragonrana which nobody else in WFWF could ever hope to possibly pull off!


Matthew Werner: Color-Coated Sweetness by Owens and she just destroyed our National Champ. Bennett must be feeling like an idiot now.


Matt Steel: Well, he was just previously in a match…and she did attack him from behind…


Matthew Werner: Yeah? Your point is?


As Bennett lies in the ring, Tabitha has been given a microphone so that she can bless the world with her words that are always full of wisdom and importance. Before she speaks, she points at to probably the most intelligent wrestling fan in the entire world, who is holding a sign that says "Tabitha Owens = Ratings!". And now, without any further ado…


Tabitha Owens: Now that I have everyone's attention, I would like to officially give myself a warm welcome back to a company that refused to acknowledge my existence for so long.


The fans start up a "who are ya?" chant.


Tabitha Owens: Now I'm sure everyone is wondering where I have been but I'm not going to tell you because it is, in fact, nobodies business. And if you're wondering, no, Braden is not here with me tonight in person but I do have a super important message from him. I was originally going to bring in comics for everyone in attendance, but since you are all illiterate, this will do so much better. So guys in the back, roll that footage on the Tron or I will come back there and smack a bitch.


Almost as if professional wrestling were staged and the writers, higher-ups, etc. already knew that Tabitha was going to return and attack Ace Bennett (but that's just absurd, right?), the production crew in the back begins to play a video on the Tron.


On the screen, A title appears reading:


MunrOwens Comics Presents:
Braden's Super Important Message of Importance


A page turns, showing a cartoon drawing of former WFWF Wrestler, Braden Munroe, with a goofy scowl on his face. A white speech bubble hangs above his head like, well, a big white speech bubble. Tabitha reads off the speech in her best Braden Munroe voice (which sounds ironically like Big Bird from Sesame Street), since the fans actually are proving themselves to be illiterate as they glance around with dangerously confused glares at the words on the torn. Someone actually passes out.


Tabitha Owens (reading as Braden in case you aren't really paying attention): Mister Ace Bennett! I am very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very disappointed in you. Yes, disappointed, I am, indeed.


The page turns. This time, a similar cartoon Braden is shown with the finger of shame raised up, and his eyes are wide with, you guessed it, disappointment.


Tabitha Owens (reading again): Ace Bennett you attacked me for no reason and that just wasn't nice, you see. You are one of the few people in WFWF that I truly wanted to see succeed…


This time the page turns, and a thoughtful cartoon Braden with his hand scratching his chin appears.


Tabitha Owens (reading): …And I guess that with taking me out, you have started to succeed so kudos, I suppose.


Another turn of the page cartoon Braden appears yet again with wide eyes and that finger of shame pointed at Bennett.


Tabitha Owens (reading): But that still doesn't change the fact that you attacked me and gave me this freaking insane headache, dude! It's been so insane, in fact, that I am not allowed to be in a wrestling ring for fear of me losing my mind (Tabitha almost stumbles upon those words). But no worries, for me at least, because I have been busy making my…err…our comic books a success in very small and unheard of comic book shops around a couple of tiny cities! But for you, Ace Bennett, I believe my accomplice who is equal if not greater to me in every way, has already sent you another message loud and clear. That's right, while I'm forced to keep out of action, Tabitha Owens will take my place in making sure that you pay for your evil deeds!


The End. With that, Tabitha exits the ring and mocks Ace Bennett, who is still a little confused as to what just took place. Commercial time!

[bad guy™]

It's coming! Nooooooooooow...match time!


A WFWF veteran and a relative newcomer go head to head as the former WFWF Champion Jadoa goes with former Hardcore Horseman Albright. Jadoa started off strong, with a flash of offense that Albright had absolutely no counter for. It seemed like this wouldn't be a very competitive match until Albright was able to start fighting back, hitting a few hay-makers on an unsuspecting Jadoa. It seemed like Albright might just pull it off, until Jadoa used his veteran ability to seemingly prevent Albright from getting too close to the win. Albright once again gained steam, but was a little too confident, which allowed Jadoa to roll Albright up and get the pin because his bio is M.I.A. for a finisher.


Matthew Werner: Solid win there for Jadoa, but Albright REALLY impressed.


Matt Steel: He really did. It was a very great showing for Johnny there. Here's hoping he can keep it up!


"Cult of Personality" by Living Colour begins to play. As the cash register sound ends and the music begins, Thunder walks towards the ring. He reaches the apron and climbs the turnbuckle, taunting the fans.


Matthew Werner: What a jerk, taunting the fans.


Matt Steel: I agree?


The lights in the arena dim. “CUT MY LIFE IN TWO PIECES, THIS IS MY LAST RESORT!” The definitive message to start “Last Resort” by Papa Roach, but it serves only as an introduction, the much more mellow piano of Matt Humpreys taking over. “Mama Said Knock You Out” by Matt Humpreys hits over the P/A system. The lights immediately come back up and begin to flash in the entrance way, corner man Percy Jackson making his way through the curtain carrying a small bucket with a few bottles of water in it. Following shortly behind him is Phillip Schneider. He’s more or less abandoned the MMA gear entirely at this point, opting for a pair of shiny black pleather with red designs of anarchy symbols and “King of Gore”, as well as a dirty looking black hoody. Schneider throws a few ghost punches in route to the ring. At ringside, he removes his hoody, handing it to Jackson. Schneider makes a quick sick smirk for the camera, brushing the hair out of his eyes afterwards. He enters the ring and takes a police protocol position for the referee to check him for foreign objects.


Matthew Werner: Referee making sure Schneider isn’t smuggling any foreign objects..


Matt Steel: Or domestic. You never know with this guy.


Satisfied by a lack of weaponry, the referee calls for the opening bell. Lock up center ring with a knuckle lock. Thunder takes it to the mat. Schneider pulls his own hand back and stomps on Thunder’s hand. Thunder pulls his hand back, now much more weary of Schneider.


Matt Steel: Should’ve known that Schneider wasn’t above stomping fingers..


Matthew Werner: Above it? It’s one of his key moves!


Thunder is clutching at his hands in pain. Schneider rushes at Thunder, but Thunder nearly beheads him with a vicious short arm clothesline. Thunder down to work on the legs of Schneider, going for an STF, but Schneider counters it with a small package. Referee down for the count, 1.…2.…. Kick out at two from Thunder.


Matthew Werner: Wouldn’t that have been something, if our main event ended in about a minute with a small package.


Matt Steel: And if it does, we’ve got a stand by match on hand to play, as “The Real Deal” Robby Jay will take on Mr. Magnificent.


Matthew Werner: I wouldn’t count on that match happening..


Both men back to their feet. Schneider rushes at Thunder, Thunder gets under Schneider and sends him high over the top rope with a back body drop, from the ring all the way to the floor.


Matthew Werner: Learn to fall all you want, how to you learn to fall from about twelve feet to concrete? That’s about an inch of foam above concrete.


Matt Steel: And we’re now preparing the stand by match of Robby Jay versus Mr. Magnificent, because I don’t think Schneider will be continuing.


Schneider to his knees, slowly. He crawls under the ring and produces a concrete cinder block. Everyone in the building except Thunder and the referee go nuts. Kind of like the Maury GIF, but without the onscreen graphics promoting baby daddies and such. Schneider rolls into the ring with his block. Referee is verbally warning a disqualification, but Schneider doesn’t seem to care. He swings the block right at Thunder’s face. Thunder luckily ducks and avoids getting his skull smashed.


Matthew Werner: Attempted homicide by Schneider..


Matt Steel: Luckily, it was blocked.


Matthew Werner: Really? You’re going to make THAT joke?


Schneider takes a swing at Thunder’s foot with the block now. Thunder with a jump and he narrowly avoids a broken shin. Schneider with a shot towards Thunder’s mid section, Thunder stops the shot with his hands and gets the block away from Schneider. Thunder looks at the block for a moment, contemplating if he wants to use it. Unfortunately, he contemplates for too long and Schneider decides what he wants to do. An axe kick later to the center of the block and bits of block are falling to the mat with a white dust.


Matt Steel: So he apparently did study martial arts.


Matthew Werner: Or he watched enough Bruce Lee movies to learn how to do the block breaking thing.


Thunder, again nursing his injured fingers, gets trapped in a front face lock by Schneider. Schneider lifts Thunder up and over, dropping him with a suplex onto the broken block pieces, and unfortunately for Thunder, his foot strikes the referee in the head on the way over.


Matt Steel: Referee was trying to get the debris out of the ring, didn’t see the Schneider suplex, and caught Thunder’s heel to the back of his head.


Matthew Werner: A very unfortunately situation. Especially unfortunate for Thunder, who’s now in an essentially no rules match with the king of ultra violence, Phillip Schneider.


Thunder quickly assesses the situation and goes back to work. Schneider sulks towards Thunder. Schneider goes for a palm strike on Thunder, but Thunder traps the arm and takes Schneider up and over with a T-Bone suplex, right onto the pieces of broken block.


Matthew Werner: Thunder condemns weapons, but when the referee is out, he has no qualms about dropping Schneider onto a broken block. *sound of pages flipping* What the hell are you doing, Matt?


Matt Steel: Looking up the word “qualms”.


Thunder grabs Schneider, Schneider nailing Thunder in the stomach with a piece of block. Schneider goes to the corner and reaches into his hoody pocket. He pulls out a small clear plastic container. Pulling the lid off and tossing it aside, some of the contents spill out. The crowd cringes a collective cringe when they see what it is, the shish kabob sticks.. Schneider’s got a good few in his hand as he stalks Thunder like a movie serial killer.


Matt Steel: I really hope the referee comes to. I do NOT want to see this again!


Matthew Werner: I’m still having nightmares from Indiana Jones..


Matt Steel: Oh come on, Valorie Evans Vision wasn’t THAT bad.


Matthew Werner: In 1985, I snorted some cocaine that was laced with acid. That was a more pleasant experience than Valorie Evans Vision.


Schneider puts the sticks between his teeth and grabs Thunder by the head in a front face lock. He drags Thunder to the ropes. One stick out of his mouth, he puts the spiked end down and prepares to jab, but Thunder is able to stop Schneider’s hand, saving his scalp from unneeded amateur acupuncture. Schneider fumbles the stick. Luckily, he’s got a whole mouth full of them and grabs another one. He’s trying to force it into the top of Thunder’s head, the crowd screaming in horror, particularly the high level of women and children in the crowd.


Matt Steel: When did so many women start coming to WFWF?


Matthew Werner: This is the EBR Appreciation Show. They appreciate EBR.


Matt Steel: But they do not appreciate the serial killer desires of Phillip Schneider..


The spike is to the top of Thunder’s head, but Thunder pops Schneider with a back hand low blow, causing him to not only fumble the one skewer he had in his hand, but also all of the ones in his mouth. At just the appropriate time as the two come back to the center of the ring, the referee comes to.


Matt Steel: If I didn’t know better, I’d say that wrestling was predetermined. That referee was far too conveniently recovered..


Schneider is going back to his sticks. He grabs another handful and turns around, but walks right into a set up from Thunder. Thunder swoops Schneider up for his variant of the Death Valley Driver, the Thunder and Lightning, but Schneider slides right out of it. He considers shanking Thunder with the sticks, but instead tosses them aside, rolling Thunder up with a victory roll instead. Referee down for the count.


... 1 ...


... 2 ...


... 3!


Matthew Werner: He.. Didn’t use the sticks?


Matt Steel: I feel robbed!


As Thunder finally reaches his feet following the match, Yukio Blaze is on his way to the ring. Not surprisingly, there's a big smile on his face.


Matthew Werner: This really isn't surprising. You had to figure Yukio would confront Thunder at some point.


Matt Steel: You know what Yukio is doing out here?


Matthew Werner: What's that?


Matt Steel: Winning!


Matthew Werner: Wow, you're the first person I've ever heard make that joke.


Thunder, visibly in some pain still, is on his feet by the time Blaze makes his way to the ring and begins speaking.


Yukio Blaze: It does my hard good to see you fail once again, Thunder. First, just as predicted, you lose the WFWF Championship at the PPV, and now you once again can't get the job done. You've gotten lucky a lot of times in your career, but now everybody gets to see how washed up you are now. Your time is up now, so why don't you just do us all a favor and let it go already. Face the facts, you're nothing now. Nothing.


Thunder, getting angry, moves closer to Blaze.


Yukio Blaze: Don't you be getting any ideas. Remember, if you hit me you'll be gone from this company. Of course, that would be the best thing for you at this point. You wouldn't want to destroy your legacy any further, would you? Doesn't it bother you that you're not going to be remembered as one of the best of all time any longer? No, now you're just some guy who hung on for too long and is lucky to even be a shell of his former self, on a good day. You were once something, but now you're just pathetic. Look at you, pretending like your name still means a damn thing. It doesn't. Inside, we're all thinking the same thing, that you should just go away forever and just rot and die somewhere.


Now it looks like Thunder is about to strike Blaze again.


Yukio Blaze: There's that temper of yours again. You just can't control it, can you? It just also seems to act up and ruin things for you. I wonder, would Stacy still be alive if it wasn't for that?


At that, Thunder can finally take no more. He rears back and punches Blaze right in the face. Blaze staggers back, still with the microphone in hand.


Yukio Blaze: That's it. It's over. You hit me and you know what that means. You're gone from this company for good. So get the hell out of here, you bastard.


Blaze tries to walk away, but Thunder grabs him by the shirt and pulls him back towards him He also pulls the microphone out of his hand.


Thunder: I guess if I'm fired, it doesn't matter what I do now. Since there's no more consequences, I will give you what you deserve before I go.


Thunder hits Blaze right above the eye with the microphone, busting him open immediately. He follows it up with a flurry of punches aimed at making the cut larger, which is exactly what happens. Blaze is then thrown out onto the floor, at which point Thunder throws him into the steel steps.


Matt Steel: He has gone completely out of control.


Matthew Werner: What did you expect? Blaze goaded him on for a long time and went way over the line.


Blaze now rests against the steel steps. Thunder finds a chair at ringside and hurls it right at Blaze's head. It connects perfectly. He then dismantles the steps and waits for Blaze to reach his feet. Once he finally does, Thunder picks up the stairs and rams the corner of it into Blaze's head. This opens up the cut even more, which leaves Blaze's face completely covered in blood.


Matt Steel: Okay, now would you agree with me on this? He's gone too far now.


Matthew Werner: Maybe, but you can't say Yukio didn't deserve any of what he's getting.


Blaze is completely out cold by now, but Thunder isn't finished yet. He starts dismantling the announce table.


Matthew Werner: I think we better get out of here.


Matt Steel: Good thinking, for once.


Werner and Steel move away from the table as Thunder finishes clearing it off. From there, he hits Blaze with the Thunder and Lightning through the table. With the damage done, Thunder finally heads backstage. The screen fades to black, the show presumably over. A minute or so of black, but then BAM!

[bad guy™]

Not only have the commentators moved to the other table, “The World Is Yours” by Nas begins to play as King Kraig emerges from the back to a loud and rather rude chorus of boos. With the World Heavyweight Title slung over his shoulder King Kraig smiles, ignoring the unsatisfactory reaction as he descends down the ramp.


Matt Steel: Well Matty, it appears to be time for the official coronation of our new Heavyweight champion.


Matthew Werner: You’ve got be kidding me.


Matt Steel: No, that’s what the memo says -


Matthew Werner: He beat a man who was already injured and had just wrestled a legitimate match minutes earlier.


Matt Steel: The second was a legitimate match too, Matthew. And in the end, it’s all about winning. Say, what’s your take on this, former NFL player and coach Herman Edwards?





Matt Steel: Thanks, Herm.


Walking up the steel steps the President & CEO of the WFWF steps through the second and third rope, into the ring as he’s handed a microphone from Keri Thames. As the music gradually fades out the boos remain, which again Kraig simply pays no mind to and patiently waits for the crowd to collectively calm down. Eventually, they do. King Kraig – 1, WFWF audience – 0.

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King Kraig: Thank you. Please be seated. Throughout history, this great nation has been built by great men. Men like Christopher Columbus, a man who got lost. And in getting lost, did he panic? No. He was all “I’m making history!” and laid claim to the first thing he found. We can all learn something from that. He didn’t have the benefit of GPS or transportation that talks to you and tells you if anything is in your blind spot, he manned up and went at it head on. If Christopher Columbus was on Lost that show doesn’t last six seasons. It lasts one episode because he decides to call it America II and it becomes the West Wing on an island.


Matt Steel: I’d watch that show.


King Kraig: That attitude, that type of courage, set the tone for what would become the United States of America. And in the United States of America, we are not just led by men, but by leaders. Men who do what needs to be done because others are too afraid. Was Abraham Lincoln afraid of racism? No. He went to war with racism. Was John Wayne afraid of anything? I certainly don’t think so. Now, what does any of this have to do with the now? I like to believe I build the WFWF upon the very same foundation that America is built upon. And as such, we need someone who can lead this company the way it needs to be led. We need someone who will do what needs to be done for the better of this company, not because they want too, not because it benefits them ... but because we need them too.


King Kraig, holding the microphone in his left hand, begins to quietly clap in support of his own statement. A select few in the audience do as well. They know what’s up.[/color]


King Kraig: In an era where men freely watch and allow anarchy to happen amongst them, it was one man who stood up and said “NO! Enough is enough!”. His goal was created not out of selfishness but out of selflessness. He will never congratulate himself ... so it’s only appropriate that we do it for him. This man raged a war against the dark days of the past seven months, and ladies and gentleman ... those dark days are over!


He again claps.[/color]


King Kraig: It is with nothing but great honor and pride that I introduce and award our new World Heavyweight Champion with the Championship he has truly earned.


Suddenly and without warning a large banner drops down from the top of the arena, located behind the ring and serving as a backdrop for King Kraig.[/color]





King Kraig: He is a great man. He is a great leader. He is the greatest Canadian export since Justin Bieber. He is the hero the WFWF deserves. Some will hunt him. Why? Because he can take it. Because in the end ... he’s not a hero. He’s a silent guardian. A watchful protector.


Pause.[/color]


King Kraig: A Dark Knight. With no further adieu ...


We are directed towards the entrance way, and perhaps more specifically the black chorus split on both the left and right of it.[/color]


Black Chorus: Oh-ooh! Hey! Hey! Oh-ooh! Hey! Hey! Oh-ooh! Hey! Hey!


The lights dim as teal and orange strobe lights begin to flash around the arena.[/color]


I'm living in that 21st century
Doin' something mean to it
Do it better than anybody you ever seen do it
Screams from the haters, got a nice ring to it
I guess every superhero need his theme music


King Kraig: Aha! I picked that theme myself!


No one man should have all that power


Once the beat picks up four break dancers jump out from the back, clad in teal and orange glow in the dark vests. Once their routine calls for them to move to the side, EBR finally emerges from the back to a near deafening chorus of boos. Without hesitation the new Heavyweight Champion simply walks towards the ring, up the ring steps, and through the second and third ropes. It’s his show. No more time to waste, amirite? His music gradually fades out and the lights resume to normal as EBR approaches Kraig in the middle of the ring, the President & CEO clapping at his presence. Removing the Heavyweight Championship from his own shoulder, Kraig hands it to EBR as both men shake hands to yet another loud reign of boos.


After a brief conversation EBR nods and is directed by Kraig towards a ringside photographer, to which EBR holds the Heavyweight Championship in his left hand and again shakes Kraig’s hand, both posing as several quick pictures are taken. They repeat this process on the opposite side of the ring for the other photographer. He has a job to do too, amirite?[/color]


Matthew Werner: This is pathetic.


Matt Steel: You’re fortunate you got a job that pays you to talk.


Kraig hands EBR his microphone. Attempting to speak he’s cut off with the vocal dissatisfaction of the WFWF fans. EBR looks at Kraig who in turn looks at the audience in disappointment, EBR simply shrugging. He again raises the microphone to his mouth ... in which he is promptly interrupted by the rhythmic opening drum beats of another Kanye West hit this one being “Amazing” drawing a pop from the crowd as DGX saunters out from the back. He wears blue jeans, a white wife beater, a leather jacket, and has a black tensor support affixed to his left hand and a microphone in his left. EBR glares at the entry way as DGX smiles and tucks the mic a moment giving EBR a golf clap on his tensor apparatus with two fingers from his healthy right hand. “Amazing” shuts off as the fans die down a little as it looks as though DGX is finally about to speak.[/color]


DGX: Well done E, well done…oh, now see look at that face. Don’t be upset E, I’m here to give you your due props man, your adulation and all that’s due on this your Appreciation night. I mean I’m thoroughly impressed man, at Indy you managed to finally hike up your big boy pants and stab me direct in my “unsuspecting” back! It only took you nine months of coddling and hand holding to do it...and hey man congratulations are definitely in order too, you managed to break four bones in my hand that’s just about half or maybe a quarter actually of the bones I broke in yours! Well done!


EBR glares up at DGX not saying a word in response.[/color]


Matthew Werner: I’m still slightly puzzled as to how DGX knew this would happen. I mean we’ve watched these two over the last near year here Steel be a devastating tag team combination in WFWF!


Matt Steel: Of course they were devastating bro, they’re XWA guys! XWA Representin’!


DGX: You know I know this show is all about giving you due props and all but man, after you put that nice little rough up on me down I thought that might be the end of your night but no man, you actually went on to recapture the WFWF championship. And congratulations to you and I actually have to give a due amount of props to Kraig in the ring there with you man…


Kraig looks disapprovingly at DGX as D very mockingly tapes his chest twice with his fist in a mock “street” sign of respect.[/color]


DGX: You know Kraig, if this thing as WFWF owner doesn’t work out for you you should really have a serious considering of motivational speaking. I mean to convince E to turn on Alex Sean like that is just astounding work. Not because they were super tight or anything but primarily because I mean I broke his hand in front of the world, outsmarted him at every turn since Battleground, beat him to the punch on basically everything since this little saga began and basically E-masculated him in front of the world and in nine months of showing him my back and I’ve been having to coddle him to the point it’s almost gotten pathetic. So well done to you King Kraig, by the by just a masterful set up too booking us against your little for hire crony and a dead guy. I swear if I didn’t walk into this whole thing with my eyes open I probably would of still be completely snowed at that point.


DGX’s sarcasm is painfully evident. King Kraig at this time opts to interject…[/color]


King Kraig: Um, excuse me but why are you out here DGX? Is this the DGX Appreciation Show? I don’t think it is, it’s neither my nor EBR’s fault no one appreciates you so kindly leave. I have cake!


DGX laughs on the stage at this jab from Kraig and very mockingly puts his right hand over his left chest pantomiming holding his “wounded” heart.[/color]


DGX: Oh ho ho hooo…no one appreciates DGX. Dang Kraig, that was just some mighty cold sentiments ya just levied my way. I’m wounded really but I’ll tell ya what chippy, the big boys are talking so why don’t you just hush on down and stuff that pie hole of yours with some of that cake before you agitate me kay?


The crowd pops as Kraig looks at DGX composed but a little shaken off base as he looks to EBR for reassurance before clamming up and glaring at DGX.[/color]


DGX: Well now that little funs over with E, let me tell you exactly why I’m out here. You see, I’m sure you probably think that now you’ve done your big turn and “knocked me down” and “paid me back” for what happened to you at Christmas 09 that we’re probably done. Of course, that was before I revealed myself to be the usual six steps ahead of you that I typically am…


EBR: Naw D, I knew you knew.


DGX pauses and arcs an eyebrow looking at EBR’s intense gaze and although it’s pretty plain to anyone who watched Indiana Jones that EBR had no idea DGX chooses instead to retort to E’s claim.[/color]


DGX: But I knew you knew that I knew!


EBR: Well…I knew that you knew that I knew that you knew! HAH!!!


DGX shakes his head almost sorrowfully for the display being put on by the WFWF champion before he levies the mic again.[/color]


DGX: You see E, I knew that you knew that I knew that you knew that I KNOW but what you didn’t know what that I knew in advance of you!


EBR: …DAMMIT!!!


Matthew Werner: This is just getting confusing.


Matt Steel: Word.


EBR huffs about in the ring very unhappy at again being bested in a way mentally by DGX.[/color]


DGX: But E, I imagine that after being outsmarted and beat to the punch again and even in your grand moment being humiliated and exposed once again that maybe you don’t think we’re quite settled up yet. And if that happens to be the case then the answer for you is simple because once again being the fine humanitarian I am I will offer you my good mental midget a silver platter plated opportunity for revenge once again…all you need do is accept my challenge for Civil War and we have a date to settle this whole issue once and for all.


Matthew Werner: Yeah! That sounds fair! Let’s do it!


EBR looks at DGX and raises the microphone his answer a snap ready response however King Kraig realizing where this is going quickly raises the microphone cutting EBR off before he can respond![/color]


King Kraig: THAT simply won’t be happening DGX! EBR is a fine champion, a proud champion and he carries on his shoulder the honor and reputation of this company and of King Kraig over his shoulder! This man is the champion of the WFWF and my personal champion and he will NOT be defending that title against unworthy challengers of low moral caliber such as yourself you seedy degenerate!


DGX smiles and has a laugh because he seems to have come prepared for King Kraig to play this card. EBR glares over at Kriag and appears to start to have words with the owner before DGX calls attention to himself.[/color]


Matthew Werner: Oh come on Kraig, that’s bullpoop and you know it!


DGX: Ah Kraig, see I anticipated that kind of reaction and reasoning for you so I actually once again have to give you thanks to giving me my way around that particular kind of ruling. You see at Indy your reasoning for EBR getting the shot at Alex Sean immediately following his annihilation of Thunder was that EBR had a rematch clause that was never cashed. That my good man is what we like to call a precedent and you see…


King Kraig’s eyes go wide as he realizes where this is going. The fans cheer as well since a great many of them see where this is headed too…[/color]


DGX: It’s the damndest thing, see I actually never got my rematch clause for the WFWF championship when I lost the belt all those months ago and you know…it’s just been sitting there in my contract collecting dust so I think I’m going to go ahead and just cash that in!


The crowd pops![/color]


King Kraig: You can’t do that!!!!


EBR having had enough takes the mic and hollers up at DGX![/color]


EBR: It’s on!!! I’ll kick your f*ckin’ ass D!!!!


Matthew Werner: We apologize ladies and gentlemen…


King Kraig: It is NOT ON!!! You will NOT be defending your title against that man…


EBR gets right in King Kraig’s face and begins hollering at the WFWF president as Kraig attempts to shout down the belligerent champion! DGX is shown on the stage area laughing as in the ring EBR and King Kraig continue to argue over whether or not EBR will defend the title! The EBR Appreciation Show ends in anything but appreciation for the ill gotten WFWF champion and one burning question is left as the show goes off the air…[/color]


Matthew Werner: So is that match official or not?!


And with that, the WFWF logo flashes across the screen as we fade out.[/color]


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[Prophet of Ash]

You know, with all the plunder around the ring.. Broken block, kabob sticks, etc.. Thunder really could have done a lot more damage about attacking Yukio. If I'm getting into a fight, I'm going for a cement block over a microphone any day of the week.

Gotta love broken logic when multiple people write one flowing segment.

[Rule 30]

Great show, not shocked to see me lose tbh. And tbh "It’s on!!! I’ll kick your f*ckin’ ass D!!!!" made me lol as it seemed to come out randomly, but EBR must just be that guy.