Something's Gotta Give Results: June 25th

[bad guy™]

We fade into the start of “Something’s Gotta Give”, not with the standard barrage of a moderately impressive and cost efficient and probably dangerous pyro, but simply on the WFWF titan tron. The lighting dims as the tron’s imagery begins, showcasing a collection of great American moments.

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Can we get much higher
So high oh oh ohh oh oh ohhhh oh
Ohh can we get much higher
So high oh oh ohh oh oh ohhh oh


Important and famous historical figures flash across the screen, men like Martin Luther King, John Wayne, and Richard Nixon near the door of a plane with his arms and index and middle fingers extended, juxtaposed with images and short video clips of baseball, softcore pornography, and the flag being raised at Iwo Jima. This continues.[/color]


Ohh can we get much higher
So high oh oh ohh oh oh ohhh oh...


Finally, the beat to the background music picks up and the familiar voice of Kanye West bellows throughout the arena. EBR emerges from the back, a chorus of boos following. EBR looks on nonchalantly, taking a quick pause on the stage before he descends down the ramp.[/color]


Matthew Werner: Welcome to “Something’s Gotta Give” ladies and gentlemen, and as you can see EBR is making his way to the ring here ... now for what we’re not entirely sure ...


Matt Steel: According to this card it’s a “celebration of America”. Very patriotic, and practical, considering this will probably be our last show before the fourth of July. Two birds, one stone.


Dragging the Heavyweight Title behind him EBR nears the ring, climbing the ring steps and entering. Cause that’s what you do. Upon entering we witness our first glance of the ring, a table set up on the far right occupied with a cake and champagne. Parallel to the table is a plastic stand, a picture of a bald eagle on top. But perhaps most noticeable is the giant American flag hanging from the rafters and hovering over the ring. It is admittedly hard to miss.[/color]


Matthew Werner: This is just bizarre. I don’t think any of us have any idea what’s going on here.


Matt Steel: But there’s cake!


With the music gradually fading out and the lighting returning to its normal settings EBR is handed a microphone from Keri Thames, who he nods to in gratitude. He approaches the middle of the ring, bringing the microphone towards his mouth. A small gathering of boos follow (a little overtly rude if we’re being perfectly honest). EBR couldn’t care less it would appear, and he simply waits until they quiet down. Which they do. EBR nods at this fact.[/color]


EBR: Thank you. I didn’t ask for this, if I’m being frank. I’m not even sure what they expect me to do. He looks around the ring[/color] Sometimes ... when you have a reputation it’ll follow you, regardless of how much you changed. This thing .. he looks up at the American flag[/color] ... this whole thing, is something I probably would have done on my own a few years ago. I’d come out, I’d talk good on this country, then probably compare myself to it in a roundabout way. You’d all cheer and be happy, then I’d all be validated and happy, and somehow we’d all be good and think something special happened and we all just shared a moment. It’d be fun I’m sure ... but I’m just not that naive anymore.


He approaches the table to his left, grabbing the champagne and popping off the cork as he takes a sip.[/color]


EBR: It is to my understanding that they want me to address DGX crowd pop[/color]. In fact, I’d wager a guess they even have a video of it in the back. Can you play that? If you have a video, can you play it?


Looking towards the titan tron several seconds pass before it begins. Footage begins to air of EBR vs. DGX at “Attack of the Little Green Men 2... In 3D”. The closing moments, to be exact. EBR drops DGX on his head with the Illmatic before mounting him and reigning punch after punch after punch until the referee calls for the bell and EBR retains his Heavyweight Title. The camera cuts back to EBR, a look of general indifference on his face.[/color]


EBR: I suppose they expected that I would address that moment, maybe even analogize it ... “the moon landing was a great moment in American history, much like when my fists landed on DGX’s face” ... something or another ... but I have no interest in doing that, in celebrating my victory over DGX I mean. I don’t see a need. I don’t expect congratulations over the completion of something I was expected to do. In fact, what I wanted to do was to come out here and call out DGX. Look him in the face, and simply say that the beef was squashed. Maybe even shake his hand if it felt right. But then I came here tonight, and much to my surprise, was informed that DGX no longer works here.


The crowd boos. DGX was a real crowd pleaser.[/color]


EBR: He left. Possibly with an injury settlement? I have no way to be sure. Just that DGX in the WFWF is no more. He just didn’t want to show his face again. I suppose I can understand that. After all, we remember what happened at Indiana Jones V. Do you have that footage in the back? ... Nah, I didn’t think so. They must have not have expected me to be the one to bring it up, so naturally it’s not on tap –


It begins to air on the titan tron.[/color]


EBR: Oh good. Please direct your attention to it.


EBR and Jason Jadoa are shown attacking DGX before it cuts to both men at the top of the stage. DGX grabs the mic, calls out E, yadda yadda EBR goes back to the ring and continues to stomp DGX on the head.


We return to EBR.[/color]


EBR: Admittedly ... that was not my best moment. It’s embarrassing to return to the WFWF simply to betray someone like they betrayed you, only to find out that they were not only expecting you to do it but wanted you too. In the end however, everything worked. Regardless how long it took I did get my revenge on DGX, and as I came here tonight and found out about his finger quotes[/color] “retirement”, I stumbled upon the realization that one month ago I never thought would be possible; I was right. I was right about everything I wanted to do to that man. His exodus validated just how much of a rat I knew he was. And now, you know it just as well as I do.


After taking another sip of the champagne he tips the bottle, pouring it onto the canvas as it forms a small puddle.[/color]


EBR: To DGX. The man, the legend, the coward; because it’s all the same person.


Pausing, he takes in the murmurs and small boos that resonates and may very well be directed at him, DGX, or possibly a combination of the two.[/color]


EBR: That’s what so ironic. It was the one everyone labelled as a villain who had enough character to overcome their adversity. Which of course begs the question; am I really the villain? Was I ever really the villain? Perhaps, but as I’ve learned over the past several months it’s not as simple as black and white. Case in point ...


EBR raises his Heavyweight Title, simply making a point before placing it back onto his shoulder.[/color]


EBR: I don’t deserve this. It’s a joke I even hold it. And no, there’s no need to even play the footage. I aligned myself with King Kraig for reasons that were beneficial to me at the time, and I reaped the rewards in the process. But let’s not kid ourselves. I’ve had dirt thrown on my name and was belittled and undermined by a man who doesn’t even have the dignity to show up and admit his defeats. I’ve paid my penance. Which is why, for the first time since I won it, I proudly call myself the World Heavyweight Champion. Not for how I won it, but for why I hold it. I was at the absolute bottom. I had every opportunity and right to place my tail between my legs and run off, not to return until people forgot how I exited, if to even return at all. But instead I rose from the ashes. In the trying times my true character showed. Frankly, that’s more then you can say about some of these people.


He looks up at the American flag before taking one final drink.[/color]


EBR: It’s for that reason that, maybe, I really do represent America after all.


Placing the bottle and microphone on the table “Dark Fantasy” begins to play, and like that, EBR exits.[/color]


Matthew Werner: Subdued words by a much different EBR. A strange way to start the evening, that’s for sure.


Matt Steel: Considering the history and the events leading too, defeating and apparently ridding the WFWF of DGX was probably a humbling experience ... or something, man I dunno. I’ll just be real; I’m disappointed that we’re losing out on a perfectly good cake.


Matthew Werner: Damn straight.


In the backstage area, Phillip Schneider sits on a steel chair. He’s got a hoody on with ear bud headphones in. The sleeves on the hoody are rolled up as he tapes his hands and wrists. Cameron Stone approaches.


Cameron Stone: So you think you’re hardcore? You really don’t know what hardcore is. You go out there and just use weapons.. But do you know how to wrestle? I don’t think you do. Tonight, I’m going to show you exactly what a hybrid of wrestling and violence can do. And this little win streak of your’s? It’s coming to an end.


Stone storms away, flipping over a table as he walks away. Percy approaches Schneider, Schneider ripping his tape and removing his ear phones.


Percy Jackson: Did you flip that table over?


Phillip Schneider: Nah, some guy did. He was sweaty and oily. Kind of big.


Percy Jackson: Why did he flip that table over?


Phillip Schneider: Beats me. You get what I asked for?


Percy Jackson: Most of it..


Phillip Schneider: Then let’s go..


Commercial break time.


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[bad guy™]

Matthew Werner: And we're back, and ready to start our action for the night. First up, Davidson versus Demon.


Matt Steel: My money's on this Davidson kid. He's good.


Matthew Werner: Yeah, he's good but come on Matt. He's a rookie facing one of the best WFWF superstars ever. Let's be serious here...the kid'll put up a good fight, but he won't win.


Matt Steel: Pessimistic bastard.


Matthew Werner: I'm not a pessimist. I just disagree with you on just about everything.


Matt Steel: I rest my case.


In the ring, Oscar Conrad Davidson and Trace Demon were ready to fight. Two men, on a hot streak, went at it. They were punching, kicking and doing anything they could to get the upper hand on the other. For a good period of time, the former WFWF Champion had the upper hand. He was the more experienced man in this battle, and it was showing. However, Trace slipped up. He got cocky and missed a clothesline, allowing Davidson to drop Demon with the Compulsive Driver for a win.


Keri Thames: Here is your winner, Oscar Conrad Davidson!


Matthew Werner: Woah! Upset central!


Matt Steel: I knew this kid was good. I said that weeks ago, and I stand by it. This kid's gonna be big. Quote me on that, Matthew Werner.


Matthew Werner: For once, I think you may be right.


Smoke surrounds the arena as the sound of a motorcycle sounds, then hits “Voodoo Child” by Jimi Hendrix. Hollywood Honor comes out on a brand new chopper riding through the smoke. Hollywood Honor rides around the ring and parks on the entrance ramp. Hollywood Honor steps into the ring and fire lights up around the entire outside of the ring. Hollywood Honor shows off his muscles at that time as his entrance ends. He reaches over the ropes and grabs a microphone from the time keeper and puts the device to his lips.


Hollywood Honor: Well its about time a man who has class walks into this place. I am completely about winning and having domination. Do you understand? This place is full of hypocrites who need to learn a bit more. That World Championship will be mine soon enough. Maybe you need a crisp, fresh taste of Hollywood. You know the ripe smell of Honor is included in this package. My name is Hollywood Honor to tell you the truth, and I will prove that I am the best wrestler in this business. Don't believe me?!?! Then bite me! HAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!


”Voodoo Child” by Jimi Hendrix resonates throughout the arena again as we get a close up of this impressive specimen’s face.


Matthew Werner: Backstage to Stacy Grey we go!


Stacy Grey: Thanks Matthew! I’m standing here with none other than Ace Bennett. Ace, what are your thoughts going into your main event match with Hutton Brown tonight, the man who won the National Championship you were forced to vacate? Will you be looking to regain the title if you earn yourself a victory tonight?


Ace Bennett: Stacy, looking back, losing the National Championship was perhaps the best thing that has ever happened to me. I have moved on to bigger and better things. I now own a victory over a WFWF Hall of Famer and can claim responsibility for driving Braden Munroe out of this company. That National Championship was merely a stepping stone for all of my future success. It would be a step down for me to pursue that title again. The rise of Ace Bennett has just begun.


Stacy Grey: Any words for your opponent tonight?


Ace Bennett: Hutton Brown, you are nothing but a cheap rip off of Ace Bennett. Name one thing that you can say you have done that I haven’t done. Oh right, there’s nothing. It seems like once I accomplish something, you turn around and copy me by doing it yourself. As hard as you want to try, you will never be as good as me. Tonight, the undefeated streak of Hutton Brown comes to an end courtesy of the Streak Destroyer. Then, I begin my quest to gain the WFWF Championship.


Stacy Grey: Thanks Ace. Back to you Matthew!


Matthew Werner: Thanks St...


“I Am Not A Human Being” by Lil' Wayne resonates throughout the arena as fog fills the stage. In a flash of light, BAM! AJ King, Wrestling's Royalty, comes out from behind the curtain, microphone in hand. He walks down to the ring and rolls in.


AJ King: Bow down. Your King has arrived.


The crowd boos.


AJ King: You reject my demands? You resent your King? Too bad! You have no other ruler than I, and unfortunately for you...I'm not going anywhere. I have the power and there's nothing anyone can do about it.


“Anasasis (Xenophontis)” by Parkway Drive resonates throughout the arena. The lights dim, and smoke fills up the stage.


Matthew Werner: This show is apparently sponsored by Cold Jet Dry Ice Productions.


Matt Steel: It would seem so.


From behind the curtain comes Shawn Malakai, wearing a solid white prayer service cassock. In one hand he has a wooden shepherds staff to lead the lost flock of the WFWF, and in the other he is carrying a metal crucifix attached to a metal rod to show the pain he's endured for his people. From behind the curtain now comes Yukio Blaze, holding Malakai's new WFWF International Championship high in the air for everyone to see.


AJ King: Well look who it is, the High Thief of the WFWF, the man who pulled off the greatest legal heist in history. The dirt beneath my boot himself, Malakai, and his little lackey too!


When they get to the stairs, Malakai and Yukio make a trade. He gives Blaze the cross in exchange for the championship, but he keeps the staff as he gets into the ring. He throws the title over his shoulder and grabs a microphone.


Shawn Malakai: You've got balls kid, I'll give you that.


The crowd boos loudly.


AJ King: It seems that your constituents have turned on you, Malakai.


The crowd cheers loudly, both men not used to the reception they're currently receiving, but neither one caring.


Shawn Malakai: Hardly. They're just lost, confused lamb who separated from the flock. They strayed away from the path of enlightenment and enrichment. The path of right. The path that betters this despicable husk of a company we're so unfortunate to be employed by.


AJ King: If you're so against your employment here, why don't you turn in your resignation to your little butt buddy over there brah.


AJ King points to WFWF General Manager Yukio Blaze.


Shawn Malakai: I'd watch my mouth, especially around the two of us if I were you, young blood. For now, I'll chalk that horrible lapse of judgement of yours up as a 'rookie mistake' because I'm in such a delightful mood. Quit your spewing of blasphemy and we'll be square 'braaaah.'


Malakai hangs on the 'a' in brah, mocking Wrestling's Royalty. He's surprisingly amused.


AJ King: This plan of yours...I don't like it. I'm hardly on the straight and narrow, but I've got myself and my people to think about here.


The fans chant 'NOT YOUR PEOPLE” at King.


Shawn Malakai: Apparently these people are revolting against you. They mustn't have taken too kindly to you attempting to run down Jackal.


They now chant 'NOT YOURS EITHER' to Malakai.


AJ King: And apparently they didn't take to kindly to your assault on Thunder at Attack.


Malakai unzips his cassock from the shoulder and lifts it up and over his head, handing it down to Yukio on the mats to hold. He turns back to AJ King and raises his right arm lightly.


Shawn Malakai: I say a prayer for you, AJ. I pray that your ignorance is removed tonight by my hand.


AJ King: I don't need your prayers.


Shawn Malakai: Yes, AJ. Yes you do. I pray that tonight, tonight that you're saved my savior, and saved by me and my hand...your own personal Jesus.


The bell was rung and the two combatants went at it. AJ King had no fear going in against the giant, grizzled veteran. He took it to Malakai and he gave him everything he could handle. At one point, he even had Malakai downed for a near fall with a sickly Back Suplex. King had attempted the Crowning Moment though, which was his ultimate undoing. Malakai had gotten loose of the weak attempt and downed King with his violent backbreaker and throw away clam combination. When King had gotten to his feet, he was drilled with the 19:15, and Malakai picked up the victory.


Keri Thames: Here is your winner, Shawn Malakai!


Malakai is in the ring, celebrating. AJ King is in the corner, watching on in depress-o mode when suddenly from out of no where, Malakai is hit by a person in all black with a steel chair in the back of the head, Malakai out cold. This person then slides out of the ring, pulling on AJ King's arm in one fowl swoop, taking him out of the ring with him.


Matthew Werner: What the f*ck was that? Was that Thunder?


Matt Steel: Maybe it was a magical elf.


“Horseshoes and Handgrenades” by Green Day resonates throughout the arena ad Thunder comes out from behind the curtain and makes his way to the ring, patting King on the back as he makes his way down the ramp, microphone in hand.


Matthew Werner: Well...I guess I was wrong.


Matt Steel: So was I. Magical elves...way off base there.


Thunder rolls into the ring. As he does, Blaze rolls in, mic in hand, and stands over Malakai, still shaking off that monster chair hit.


Yukio Blaze: Get the hell out of my ring Michael. You're no longer a part of the WFWF. As of Attack, you're unemployed. You no longer have your coveted WFWF International Championship. You lost your last tie to the WFWF, so get the hell out of here before I call security.


Thunder laughs.


Thunder: Yukio, do everyone a favor and shut your mouth and know your role beneath me.


Matthew Werner: ZIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIING~!


Thunder: As you can see, I have an all access pass around my neck. It enables me to have full access to any part of the arena I want at any time. You really can't do anything about that.


Yukio Blaze: You know, that means you can't touch either of us though. You're no longer under contract. You're a civilian. You touch us, I'll bring the wrath of the American Judicial System down on your ass.


Thunder: The same system that let OJ and MJ off? Bring it.


The crowd laughs.


Thunder: Not that that'd matter though. I had a clause in my contract, Blaze. You draw them up. You know this. You can't lawfully terminate my contract without enabling me to enact my rematch clause.


Yukio Blaze: Wanna bet?


Malakai has finally gotten to his feet and gotten a mic. Realizing what's going on, he speaks up.


Shawn Malakai: Thunder, you lost fair and square. Deal with it, suck it up and move on with your life. Go spend some quality time with Stacy. Oh....wait a minute...


Matthew Werner: Low blow there by Malakai.


Thunder smirks.


Thunder: How's Xana?


Malakai looks away, drops his mic, and then charges Thunder unexpectedly. Yukio threw Thunder out of the way and got Malakai out of the ring so neither could do damage to the other.


Yukio Blaze: Thunder, I'm not going to let you play your sick little games any more. That little stunt you just pulled...I'm putting an end to this here and now. You're...


Shawn Malakai: Dead!


Yukio looks at Malakai.


Shawn Malakai: You want a fight so bad? Fine. You've got yourself a fight. I'll personally ensure that you get a one match contract. You'll fight Oscar Conrad Davidson. Winner is the number one contender for my WFWF International Championship and will face me at the next Pay Per View.


Yukio Blaze: WHAT?!?! What are you doing?!?!


Shawn Malakai: I'm doing what has to be done. I'm putting an end to this madness right here and now. Make the match, Blaze. Now.


Yukio Blaze: ...fine. Davidson versus Thunder for the contenders spot next Pay Per View. You better know what you're doing Shawn.


Shawn Malakai: This is personal, Yukio. I know exactly what I'm doing.


Commercial break.

[bad guy™]

And we're back.


“Sound of Madness” hits the PA system, as Cameron Stone steps out from behind the curtain onto the stage. He raises his arms into the air, and a shower of sparks fly around him breifly, before he lowers his arms to his sides and starts strutting down the ramp, almost gloating about how good he is. As he reaches the ring, he steps up onto the apron, and steps in through the ropes. He taunts for a few moments, before backing into a corner, awaiting his opponent. Stone stares down the barbed wire that surrounds the ring.


Matt Steel: Does Cameron Stone understand what he’s got himself in to?


Matthew Werner: If he watched Attack!, there’s no way he doesn’t.


The lights in the arena dim, The introduction of "Last Resort" by Papa Roach plays, but only leads into “Wrap Your Troubles In Dreams” by The 69 Eyes, which blares over the P/A system. The lights immediately come back up and begin to flash in the entrance way, Percy Jackson making his way through the curtain followed shortly behind by Phillip Schneider. Schneider makes his way to the ring, climbing to the apron and peeling off his jacket, setting it in the corner before climbing into the ring. Schneider stretches his hands and wrists a bit, checking the barbed wire for looseness.


Matthew Werner: Parents, put your kids to bed. This one is going to get ugly.


Matt Steel: Parents, don’t let your kids watch this sh*t. Our program is f*cking filthy.


Lock up center ring. Stone pushes Schneider. Schneider stumbles backwards and towards the barbed wire, but catches himself before hitting the wire wrapped ropes. Stone bum rushes Schneider, going for a clothesline. Schneider side steps. Stone puts on the breaks before hitting the ropes.


Matthew Werner: That razor sharp barbed wire looms ominously, waiting to chew up and spit out whatever human flesh touches it.


Matt Steel: How poetic.


Another tie up center ring. Stone gains the advantage and sends Schneider towards the barbed wire with an Irish Whip. Schneider baseball slides under the bottom rope, right out of the ring. At ringside, he grabs a plastic chair and flings it into the ring. Referee pushes it back out of the ring. Schneider rolls back into the ring.


Matthew Werner: I don’t think Schneider sees that the ref got rid of his chair.


Matt Steel: And he should. This is a barbed wire match, not a barbed wire and chairs match.


Stone goes for the attack on Schneider. Double palm thrust from Schneider and Stone stumbles backwards into the barbed wire. He catches himself on the ropes and tries to brace himself. Schneider spears Stone in the gut and forces him backwards into the wire at full force. Stone tries to pull his body off the wire. Schneider grabs Stone by the head and forces his face into the barbed wire. Stone’s immediately got a crimson mask flowing from his face.


Matthew Werner: And both men get a bloody taste of the wire.


Matt Steel: Is that British slang?


Matthew Werner: No, they are literally bloody!


Stone with a punch to the mid section of Schneider, Schneider releasing Stone. Stone grabs Schneider and tries to short arm whip him into the ropes but Schneider avoids the barbed wire entirely by jumping over the top rope and to the floor. Stone slides to the outside after Schneider, Schneider backing off. Schneider circles around the ring post. Stone is giving chase. As Stone walks around the ring post, Schneider nearly takes his head off with a short arm clothesline.


Matt Steel: I may not like the man, but Phillip Schneider is cunning. He knows what he’s doing in and out of the ring at all times.


Matthew Werner: And he can generally predict what his opponent is going to do as well.


Schneider goes under the ring. He pulls out a chair, but tosses it aside.


Matt Steel: See? No a chairs match.


He finds something more fitting.. A concrete block. Stone sees Schneider with the block. He grabs the chair. Schneider takes a swing with the block and Stone blocks it with the chair. A huge dent in the chair, Schneider takes a second swing, Stone tries to block again, but this time Schneider catches his finger with the block. Stone immediately drops the chair and grasps at his bloody hand. Schneider takes a swing at Stone’s face with the concrete block. Stone side steps. Stone backed up against the post, still nursing his bloody and possibly broken finger. Schneider goes for another head shot. This time Stone ducks and the block hits nothing but ring post, shattering on impact.


Matthew Werner: Thank god. This almost got nasty.


Matt Steel: Even in barbed wire matches, murder is cause for a disqualification.


Stone goes back to the steel chair. He grabs it and swings just as viciously as he can, walloping Schneider right between the eyes with it. Schneider goes down in a heap. Stone lifts up the ring skirt. He’s looking for something. But he’s not finding it. Schneider is back to his feet. He recklessly flings the mangled chair at Stone, missing by about a foot. Stone comes out of the ring apron with something.. An electric knife.


Matthew Werner: As a chair that will never be used for anything beyond recycling fodder comes flying our way, it seems the attempted murder isn’t over..


Matt Steel: Why in God’s name is there an electric knife under the ring?!


Matthew Werner: Yukio was eating some turkey under there earlier.


Stone approaches Schneider, the blade moving fast. Schneider looks for something to get him out of the situation. The two are moving around ringside, Stone stalking after Schneider with the electric knife. The two make it to the announce table. Schneider grabs a chair and throws it in Stone’s path, Stone simply stepping over it. Schneider grabs a glass pitcher of water and throws it at Stone. It slows him down momentarily and soaks the ringside fans, but not stopping Stone.


Matthew Werner: And the ringside fans get a bath in ice water.


Matt Steel: Good. They need it, they stink.


Stone is still stalking after Schneider, the horrible haunting hum of the electric knife buzzing and threatening. Schneider decides it’s time to go under the ring. All the way under the ring. Stone just stands and waits for him to come out. Stupidly, Stone stands near where Schneider went in. A hand reaches out and stabs Stone right in the shin with a skewer stick. Stone drops the electric knife. Schneider rolls out from under the ring with a handful of skewers. Stone rolls into the ring, leaving his buzzing electric knife behind.


Matthew Werner: Thank God he abandoned the knife. Just like we don’t need blocks to heads, we don’t need someone getting stabbed with an electric knife.


Matt Steel: Honestly, we don’t need any of this. This is wrestling, not a real life game of Manhunt!


Schneider giving chase to Stone. Schneider tries to stab Stone in the top of the head with a skewer. Stone blocks it. Stone, the larger and stronger man, is able to stop Schneider from skewering him entirely. Schneider with a knee to the gut of Stone. He grabs Stone in a side headlock and prepares another skewer. Unfortunately, this one isn’t going towards the top of the head. Instead, he stuffs it in Stone’s mouth, stabbing right into his gums.


Matt Steel: THE MOUTH! THE MOUTH!!


Matthew Werner: I’m going to be sick..


Stone screams as blood drips out of his mouth. Schneider grabs another skewer and jams it into the scalp of Stone. And another. And another. Stone looks like a completely deformed mock up TV antenna. Schneider tries to stab Stone with another skewer. But Stone fights Schneider off and whips him into the barbed wire ropes. Schneider takes a spill into the wire. He’s aiming for the middle rope, but hits the top rope, slides to the second rope, then slides to the bottom, the wire ripping his flesh all the way down. Stone runs across the ring with the skewers still in his head and boots Schneider right in the face from the seated position.


Matt Steel: Face wash in the barbed wire from “My Friendly Alien” Cameron Stone.


Matthew Werner: If you’ve ever wondered why barbed wire matches are a rarity in the WFWF.. Look no further.


Stone pulls the skewer out of his head and throws it aside. Schneider is crawling across the ring. Stone picks him up for his urianage, the Set in Stone. Arm across Schneider’s chest. Schneider lifts a leg up and kicks Stone right in the balls.


Matt Steel: REFEREE! He kicked Stone in the balls!


Matthew Werner: I’m pretty sure the referee quit caring when there was a cinder block and an electric knife used.


Schneider slides behind, hooking Stone in a razor’s edge position. Up and over goes Stone, right into a piledriver.


Matthew Werner: BEVERLY KILLS 90210!


Schneider with a cover on Stone. Referee down for a count.


… 1 …


… 2 …


… 3 …


Schneider crawls across the ring and to the outside. The referee just sort of points. Schneider makes his way towards the backstage area as Stone is trying to recover. Stone is not sure if he wants to hold his balls or his neck.


Matt Steel: That was cheating, plain and simple. He kicked Stone right in the stones!


Matthew Werner: You’ve got a problem with THAT? After everything else that was in this match?


Matt Steel: What can I say, I'm hardcore at heart.


Matthew Werner: Sickening. Break time.

[bad guy™]

As we return from a commercial break, the lights on the stage cut off and the opening acapella of "99 Problems" by Jay Z rings through the PA.


"If you havin' girl problems I feel bad for you son,
I got 99 problems but a b*tch ain't one."


Just as the second barre concludes, a record scratch cuts in and right as the verse begins Alex Sean shoves the curtains open and steps out on the stage to a thunderous ovation from the crowd!





Matthew Werner: Look at these fans! It's pandemonium!


Matt Steel: Just be thankful we're not in Vancouver, otherwise I'm pretty sure several buildings would be on fire by now.


While Sean acknowledges the audience with a grin, he makes quick strides down the ramp and to the ringside area. He turns left and makes his way up the ring steps. Sean pauses for a moment to look out at the audience, then steps through the middle and top rope and into the ring. Sean quickly approaches the broadcast side and gestures for a microphone. After a few seconds, Keri Thames reaches out to Sean and hands him a mic., much to the appreciation of the crowd.


Matthew Werner: It'll be interesting to hear what Sean has to say coming off his big win over Jason Jadoa at "Attack of the Little Green Men 2 in 3D" and subsequently becoming the number one contender to the WFWF Championship.


Alex Sean moves to the center of the ring, seemingly about to begin his promo but ponders for a moment, then walks back over to Keri Thames.


Alex Sean: Yo Keri, I'm sorry, but if I could ask you a quick favor...


Sean leans through the middle and top rope, saying something to Keri Thames away from the microphone. She nods, then grabs the microphone from Sean.


Keri Thames: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome your current Number One Contender to the WFWF Championship... Alex Sean!


The fans erupt as Keri Thames hands Sean back the microphone, and he moves back toward the center of the ring.


Alex Sean: Thanks, Keri. See ya'll, it's been hard times for Alex Sean as of late. No doubt about it. A lot of trial and tribulation, a lot of challenges, and a lot of frustration. When I first lost the WFWF Championship to Wayne McGurk last Fall, the haters, the critics, my contemporaries, even my own boss, King Kraig, all counted me out. They said I was finished. I was forced to fight my way from the very bottom, forced to earn my way back to a shot at the title while dealing with King Kraig trying to force me out of the WFWF and Jason Jadoa gunning for my head. And still, I succeeded, beating Thunder for the belt. But we all know what happened next, the betrayal, so on... EBR stole my title, and once again, the doubters counted me out, and once again I had to fight my way back to the top, this time with King Kraig leading two guys who know me better than almost anyone, Calvin Lee and EBR, as well as Jason Jadoa by his side. But despite all of that, no matter how much adversity was thrown my way, here I stand before all of you right here right now having beaten Trace Demon, having beaten Thunder, having reclaimed my half of the WFWF Tag Team Championship, and having beaten Jason Jadoa. I've withstood everything King Kraig had to throw at me and not just that, I've come out on top as your number one contender.


The fans erupt once again because Sean's an inspirational guy.


Alex Sean: I'll say one thing though; I give Jason Jadoa his due props. See because, in this business, there are rivalries, feuds, petty grievances. Dudes trying to build legacies off of you, it's a whole lot of drama. But at the end of the day, when you step between those ropes and that bell rings, all of that becomes a distant second to one thing, and that is who's the better man. Who can get the job done in the ring. With that said, I'll be honest; I don't like Jason Jadoa, I never have, and I probably never will. I don't forgive him for what he's done to me and I wouldn't trust him. But at "Attack of the Little Green Men 2", Jason Jadoa gave me one of the damndest fights I've ever had in my life. And once I came out on top, when he had the chance to take the low road and join in on Calvin's little attack, he didn't. He took his loss like a man and he walked out of this company with some dignity. And for that, for the war we had and for the class he showed after the match, despite whatever personal animosity has existed between us, Jason Jadoa, I respect you.


Once again, the fans cheer because Sean's a classy guy.


Alex Sean: But I'm done looking at the past. All of the hard times I've been put through these past months, it's dead and gone. For months, there have been a varitable cornucopia of side-plots and seconds weaving themself into this... tapestry, if you will, but it's all over now. Trace Demon, DGX, Jason Jadoa, and believe me, soon enough, Calvin Lee, they're all either gone or on borrowed time. The dust is beginning to settle and there's just two of us left standing; Myself... and EBR.


The crowd oohhs. Real talk time son.


Alex Sean: You know E, I watched your little promo earlier tonight. I saw you step into this ring, drink some cheap champagne, claim validity in your status as champion, and paint yourself as misunderstood. You want to know if you're the villain? Well E, you didn't have to look inward, all you had to do was ask these people and they woulda told you. Amiright?


Sean looks out to the crowd, and they cheer uproariously, verifying that E is in fact the villain of the piece.


Alex Sean: Well there you go, E. You heard it right here from these fans. They know what kind of a person you are and if you ask me, watching you somberly reminisce, I think you know it as well. But I'll level with you E; We've moved past all of that and I have no interest battling you in vague, conceptually debates over whether your actions are justified. What's done is done. It all comes down to the fact that you have my belt, and I want it back. But moreso than that, E, I'll be real with you; I don't want this soft-spoken, somewhat remorseful, unwilling to fully immerse himself in the filth of his own actions EBR. You've made your bed E. You danced with the devil, you stole my title, you backed Kraig's futile attempts to end my career. The least you owe me is to be a man about it and, at very least, give me a good fight. But this EBR? Wracked with internal conflict and forcing nonsensical justifications of his actions to be able to live with himself? This EBR sucks. I want the dude who claims to be the baddest. I want the killer in you, E. Because without it, this past year, all of these hard times, becomes somewhat worthless if all I get by the time I face is just another Trace Demon.


Oooohhhhhh.


Alex Sean: I want you motivated E, fully committed. DGX, Jason Jadoa, they're in the past now. And you better recognize what your future holds for you because E; I'm working harder than ever before in my life for this match and come SuperBrawl; Your a*s is mine.


And with that, Sean drops the microphone and "99 Problems" blares over the soundspeakers. However as he begins to exit the ring, the music cuts out and on the entrance screen appears King Kraig.


King Kraig: Excuse me, Mr. Sean.


Catching a glimpse of King Kraig, Sean pauses.


King Kraig: My timing might seem a little bizarre, but it's only because I wanted to allow you your time to speak, Alex Sean. Really. See Alex, I want you to enjoy this. I want you to savor every second on your road to losing to EBR because we both know that when he gets you in that ring, your tongue isn't going to save you. But regardless, I'm glad to see you're so motivated and, I was thinking there would be no better way to showcase this excellent main event than to put both you and EBR in separate matches next week and see where you guys stand. Wouldn't you agree?


The crowd boos. Not because of what he's saying but he's pretty well established as a dick.


King Kraig: Fantastic. So, for you, Mr. Sean, I have chosen the one and only Shawn Malakai to square off against you in that very ring. He's on a bit of a hot streak lately and, with his vow to rid the WFWF of guys over the age of 30 or something to that effect, I'm certain it will create an interesting match. As for EBR's opponent, well, Alex... Kraig begins to smirk in a very "I have a diabolical master plan" sort of way. ... You know this man quite well. In fact, let's bring him out. Please welcome ladies and gentleman, returning to in-ring action for the first time in almost a decade... Adam Chartbuster!


Generic production music plays over the P.A. system as Adam Chartbuster steps out from behind the curtain, excitedly waving to the fans in attendance. It's clear immediately from his bulging mid-section and chubby face that Chartbuster has not only not competed for quite some time, but the years and likely a poor diet have not been kind to him.


Matt Steel: I can't believe it! It's Adam Chartbuster! XWA Represent!


Matthew Werner: Kraig can't be serious here! He's gonna put a guy who is clearly not in ring shape up against one of the most dangerous competitors in the sport?


Matt Steel: Well when you put it that way...


Matthew Werner: For those who don't know, Adam Chartbuster is Alex Sean's cousin and original tag team partner. He hasn't competed in almost a decade. This is clearly just an attempt to play mind games with Alex Sean!


Matt Steel: You say that for everything, Matthew. I'm pretty sure you told me the lack of glacier water in catering was a plot against Alex Sean as well.


Matthew Werner: Well Alex Sean is a man who likes his glacier water.


With a concerned and shocked look on Alex Sean's face, his sentiments clearly follow close with Matthew Werner, as we fade to commercial to a shot of Adam Chartbuster high-fiving fans.

[bad guy™]

Matthew Werner: And we're back. I'm being told this match has a 20 minute time limit too so...here we go!


In the ring, Ace Bennett and Hutton Brown were ready to fight. The Streak versus The Streak Destroyer. There was some tit for tat work done on each of them with cheap punches and kicks, the occasional European uppercut and stuff like that happened. Hutton had taken over for a while since he laid down some serious heavy hits and submission attempts. Ace nearly tapped out a few times, but then he fought back. A monster dragon whip took Brown down, giving them both breather chances. Ace had attempted the Syracuse Drop but he botched it slightly, thus enabling the time limit to pop up.


Keri Thames: This match is a draw!


Breathless from the hardships of the previous match, Ace Bennett walks to the outside of the ring. As Hutton Brown leaves the arena, Ace asks Keri Thames to give him a microphone. Obliging, Thames hands him the microphone that she currently had in her hand. The crowd pops as Ace walks back to the ring prepared to say something.


Ace Bennett: And once again I prove it. Week in and week out I have proved that I am the best that this company has to offer. The top dog, if you will. I may not have won the match tonight, but if those officials had of given me five more minutes, I would’ve done it again. Hutton Brown, we will meet again, and I promise you, next time there WILL be a loser.


The crowd cheers as Ace takes another much needed breath, exhaustion clear in his face.


Ace Bennett: But that’s a different fight for a different time. Hutton Brown will get his one day. You see, there are lots of people who run around WFWF and claim they are the top dog, the guy that carries the company, but very few of them can actually back this up. Show after show countless members of this roster tout about how they are the best thing since sliced bread. Most of these claims, however genuine they may sound, are shallow.


The sweat is finally beginning to stop pouring from Ace’s head as his eyes glare deeply into the camera that is in his face.


Ace Bennett: Phillip Schneider. I’ve seen what you’ve been doing since you’ve returned. Jamming shish kabob sticks into people’s skulls. Slamming innocent men who really have no business being in the ring with you through flaming rather blade tables. It’s quite disgusting what you do. But I like it. You are one of the guys who comes out here and backs up every single word that you say. I don’t claim to be hardcore, I’m not gonna tell you that I can swing my fists around like a madman hoping that some of them connect and then proceed to similarly swing weapons about in the same fashion, oh no no. But I am one hell of a wrestler. And so is Phillip Schneider. He doesn’t need to do the things he does, he just does them to prove a point to everyone that he is not one to mess with, and nobody has. Until now.


A smile now forms on the face of Ace Bennett, he paces around the ring, explaining himself further.


Ace Bennett: It is of my honest opinion that Phillip Schneider and myself are the heart and soul of this company. Forget EBR. Forget DGX. Hell, even forget Alex Sean. Schneider and I are the ones that week in and week out put our bodies on the line for the great fans of the WFWF and wrestle our hearts out. We don’t talk a bunch of s**t and then avoid the wrestling ring at all costs, oh no no no. We keep our mouths shut and let our actions do all of the talking. Phillip Schneider hasn’t been defeated since returning to the WFWF. Ace Bennett has not been pinned since returning to the WFWF. See the pattern there.


The crowd cheers on Ace as his smile is still in full form.


Ace Bennett: I want to change that. Phillip Schneider, I wouldn’t really be surprised if you didn’t even know who I was. It’s time to take notice. I fully believe that we would put on one of the greatest wrestling matches the WFWF has ever seen. No gimmicks, just wrestling. That’s why I am challenging you to a match for next week. You win, I’ll drop the Streak Destroyer moniker for good. I win, I prove to the world that I am the next great thing to come to the WFWF.


A loud roar can be heard, as the crowd is excited just by the thought of the match.


Ace Bennett: Schneider, let’s tear the roof down.


Bennett drops the microphone in the center of the ring, a loud popping noise emitting on contact with the mat. Ace taunts to the crowd before walking backstage, the challenge set, as we fade to black.

[Prophet of Ash]

Interesting twist at the end of the show!

I guess that explains why I didn't get a PM this week "you have anything in mind for the next show".

[Ace Bennett]

Jun 25, 2011 9:45:34 GMT -5 Prophet of Ash said:

Interesting twist at the end of the show!

I guess that explains why I didn't get a PM this week "you have anything in mind for the next show".

I'm looking forward to it.