Loaded Results: December 28th

[bad guy™]

Opening video. Check. A spectacular pyrotechnical show. Check. A pan shot of the crowd. Check. Cut to two men with headsets on, eager to get tonight’s action underway? Check.


Matthew Werner: Good evening, and welcome to this episode of Loaded. I’m Matthew Werner, and this is my fellow commentator Matt Steel.


Matt Steel: Charmed as always.


Matthew Werner: Man, we have quite the show for you tonight. For starters, we have the first two matches in the WFWF International Championship tournament announced by WFWF CEO Xavier Pierce.


Matt Steel: Yep. We have Mak Cross taking on Thunder.


Matthew Werner: And we have Trace Demon taking on WFWF National Champion Hutton Brown. And let’s not forget the main event match.


Matt Steel: Of course not. Phillip Schneider versus David Brennan. How on earth that didn’t make a Pay Per View instead of an episode of Loaded is beyond me.


Matthew Werner: For sure, but you know, I can’t argue with it. It should be a great match.


Matt Steel: For sure.


Matthew Werner: And speaking of matches, we have a good one coming up here. In their debut matches this week, we have Ripp Jackson versus Jackson Brooks. Little is known about both men, but from what I’ve heard from the higher-ups…it should be a very good match.


Matt Steel: Liar.


Matthew Werner: Why do you say that?


Matt Steel: You actually believe that the higher ups were talking to you. Man, they probably didn’t even know you were there.


In the ring were Ripp Jackson and Jackson Brooks, ready for battle. Ripp and Brooks tied up a few times, neither one really having a strength or leverage advantage, so the tactics changed from showings of strength to technical maneuvers. Ripp had Brooks in a hammerlock for a bit, but then Brooks wriggled his way out of it and got Ripp into a nasty looking armbar. Brooks yanked and pulled on Ripp’s arm for a good period of time before Ripp pulled himself, and Brooks, to the ropes for a ropebreak. Brooks and Ripp both got to their feet but then Brooks dropped Ripp with an exploder suplex. After a failed pin attempt, Brooks went back on the attack with a series of punches and kicks, followed by a Northern Lights suplex in a bridge for a pin attempt, but that fails also. Finally, Brooks gets Ripp up, attempts, but misses, a super kick. Brooks turned around to face the opponent that he had just missed and was dropped by a Jumping Cutter. Ripp pinned Brooks for the victory.


Keri Thames: Here is your winner, Ripp Jackson!


An Irish panflute begins to play as Ripp Jackson ascends the turnbuckle and raises his arm in victory.


Matthew Werner: Good match right there. If that’s a sign of things to come from both men…we have ourselves some bright talent.


Matt Steel: And speaking of bright talent, up next is who could arguably be the biggest fallen start in many years going up against one of the biggest men the WFWF has ever seen.


Matthew Werner: For sure. Oscar Conrad Davidson has gone from defeating the likes of Trace Demon, and wrestling the likes of Thunder and such. And now he’s wrestling early card matches against newer wrestlers. He’s looking to try to get on track against Randal Benjamin…but that will be no easy feat. This match could be very good for Davidson or very bad for Davidson, whereas Randal Benjamin has a clear out either way given everything he’s been doing and going through as of late. This match is potentially one of the more interesting matchups we’ve had in some time.


Benjamin and Davidson attempted a tie up, but Benjamin absolutely overpowered Davidson, knocking the man to the ground. Round two, Davidson was trying hit and run tactics, but it did very little real damage as one of the kicks to Benjamin’s shins seemed to hurt him for just a short moment. On a third attempt to take the big man down, Davidson climbed up the turnbuckle and leapt off in a cross body attempt, but Benjamin caught him in midair. Down went Davidson as Benjamin violently smashed Davidson down into the mat. From there it was all Benjamin. Following multiple slams and knees and punches and kicks, Benjamin got Davidson down. He then hit his finisher, The Axe, for the victory.


Keri Thames: Here is your winner, Randal Benjamin.


After the match, Dave Demento takes a microphone from ring girl, Keri Thames, and takes a minute to help Randel Benjamin up to his feet before he begins to speak.


Dave Demento: As you can see...with Randel's amnesia...he is more dangerous than ever before. And now is the time to take full advantage of that. You see, the WFWF has is failing with their tag team division, well frankly, they have been for quite some time now. You see, when we wrestled in Japan, me and Randel were one of the best tag teams in the world...and now that were in the WFWF, we just get spat on because the owners think that were just like all of the other duos who have passed through the WFWF. Now I just want to inform you that the WFWF Tag Team Champions are Alex Sean and DGX...not that anyone here would remember that considering they haven't defended their titles since they won them.


The crowd boo's.


Dave Demento: Boo me all you want...I'm just stating the truth. They are absentee champions, and it seems that management doesn't want to do anything about that without a little bit of motivation. I mean, Alex Sean has been focusing on nothing and no one but EBR, and I can't even tell you the last time DGX has a match, but I suppose that that's not motivation enough. They need proof that change will happen. Well I'm here to say that me and Randel will make sure that a change WILL happen...and that change is happening now, as I am, along with Randel Benjamin, challenging Alex Sean and DGX for the WFWF Tag Team Championships at the upcoming Pay Per View. Hell, you know what, to get this match approved even faster...I say that any team deemed formidable by Xavier Pierce and the rest of the WFWF Board of Directors can enter this tag team title match. A change must happen, and I'm going to do everything in my power to assure that that change happens. And if the powers that be don't make this match...well...let's just say that I can personally assure everyone in the tag team division will begin quitting the WFWF.


Dave drops the mic and heads off to the back with Randel and we head to a commercial break.

[bad guy™]

And we’re back.


We cut to the back and see the lovely Stacy Grey standing in the locker room, mic in hand, waiting for somebody. We hear a toilet flush and running water, then silence before Drakz emerges from the bath room. Why people always catch him taking a p*ss is not known, but his hygiene is impeccable.


Drakz: I don't believe we've been introduced, Mrs……?


Stacy Grey: Miss.


Drakz raises his eye brows and takes her hand.


Drakz: Mademoiselle.


Stacy blushes, wether it's real or she's just humouring him is unclear, but she smiles all the same.


Stacy Grey: Stacy Grey. I'm here for a short interview.


Drakz: Of course. You're much nicer on the eye than Riddle.


Stacy Grey: So people keep telling me, I kinda feel sorry for the guy.


Drakz: Don't, please don't.


Stacy Grey: So how do you feel about your entry into the International Title Tourney?


Drakz: Mathematically assured. I'm not going for the biggest shiny belt so they send me after the next one down. This company needs figures with broad shoulders right now to carry it into a new age, I'm the right guy for the job.


Stacy Grey: And what are your thoughts on the fact you're facing Kylie Olsen in the opening round? Some people are saying you got an easy pick?


Drakz: Haha, that's rich. Who has said that? Ace? Thunder? Mak's too humble, the Sheik already f*cked his sweet backside. Of course they're going to say that, however I relish the fact I get to step into the ring with as fine a specimen of a wrestler as Kylie. She would have the likes of Hutton Brown tapping out, in tears, in a minute flat. I enjoy the fact I have a swerve ball to kick things off.


Stacy Grey: So you looked pretty good out there…


Drakz: (Interupts) Thank you very much.


Stacy Grey: (Smiling again) ...in the ring last week, do you feel you have any rust to work off?


Drakz: Of course, of course. But the problem is Stacy I need some good coarse sand paper to get it off with and last week I was handed cotton wool.


Stacy Grey: Are you referring to Trace Demon or Hutton Brown?


Drakz: On the record I'd say both but off the record I'm talking about the comically amateur, hypocrite, pu$$y cat.


Stacy Grey: Sorry?


Drakz: Trace. The guy's a fool. He trashes people who take drugs calling them freaks or whatever silly sh*te he decides to spout but the guy himself is up to the eye balls, no matter what he tells his self help group. I'm happy to see he's been given a consolation prize after he f*cked up at Superbrawl though. He needs a hand back onto his feet. Some of us chose to be here, while others are delivered it as a peace offering. It's a mute point though, the chances of us actually meeting in this tournament are minimal. He's in the other bracket with Hutton, Mak & Thunder, all of whom could level him.


Stacy Grey: It seems there may be a little personal animosity between the two of you?


Drakz: Haha not at all, I don't waste my time with that. He's free to knock up as many ladies as he likes, as long as he's kept away from my share . Imagine if he was just let off the leash! The r@pe numbers in town would go through the roof.


Stacy Grey: Erm…..I don't think you're allowed to say that.


Drakz: I'm just looking out for your safety. A young girl like you, you're just fodder.


Stacy Grey: Excuse me?


Drakz: I'm not joking about Trace, you should watch your back. He's got a record and everything, he's on the register. I'm honestly surprised they let him anywhere near his kids. To the untrained eye it may just seem like a hug but we know he's smelling their hair and getting hard.


The camera is jerked away from Drakz, the final word dying in volume. Stacy looks straight to camera looking very nervous, her head could fly for this piece of live broadcasting.


Stacy Grey: Back to you at ringside guys……………oh christ…………


We cut back to ringside.


Matthew Werner: And now we have two pretty big names here in the WFWF going at it. Cam Nitta was just recently victorious at Super Brawl in a massive elimination match. And then there’s Ace Bennett.


Matt Steel: Ace Bennett’s quite the character, but he’s going through a seriously ridiculous roller coaster ride at the moment. At one point, he was one of the fastest rising stars in the WFWF, but now he’s having some serious ups and downs, even losing to fellow upstart Mak Cross last week. Ace Bennett needs this win to gain any kind of momentum.


Up next we had a clash between two wrestlers going in two different directions. Ace Bennett has been on an epic losing streak over the past five matches, and has failed to capture a victory in a long time. Cam Nitta on the other hand, has been undefeated since arriving in the WFWF and has been on a roll. These two brought it to the air in a high flying bought. Cam looked impressive, really bringing it to the veteran Ace and it looked like Bennett's bad streak would continue at the hands of the rising star. However, Bennett used his experience to his advantage, playing possum as Nitta tried to hit his signature Claymore, only for Bennett to dodge causing him to crash and burn. Bennett then locked on the Syracuse Lock, which Nitta had to no choice but to submit to.


Keri Thames: Here is your winner, Ace Bennett.


Ace Bennett allows the ref to raise his arm in victory. We then cut to the back, where we see Xavier Pierce talking to WFWF National Champion Hutton Brown.


Xavier Pierce: So, your match is next, Hutton. So…about that issue we were discussing last week…


Hutton Brown: I have thought it over…and I have a compromise. If I win this match versus Trace Demon right now, I will vacate my WFWF National Championship in order to pursue the WFWF International Championship. Is that a deal? I personally think that that’s a pretty fair deal.


Xavier Pierce: (seemingly mulling it over) That’s fine by me. Best of luck tonight.


Hutton nods at Xavier as we cut back to Matt Steel and Matthew Werner.


Matthew Werner: Wow…that’s pretty big. If Hutton wins tonight, he’s no longer the WFWF National Champion.


Matt Steel: Big sh*t’s poppin’ apparently.


Matthew Werner: And it’s appropriate that it’s poppin’ here at this moment. This is the first match in the WFWF International Championship tournament that WFWF CEO Xavier Pierce announced last week. And it’s pretty awesome that we get Trace Demon and Hutton Brown, clearly a potential finals match, in the first round.


Matt Steel: Xavier Pierce is on the ball man, this should be good.


It’s go time in the ring. Trace Demon and Hutton Brown, with no love lost, went at it. Hutton was seemingly in control for most of the early going, Trace Demon was seemingly just trying to keep up with a faster paced match than the methodical style he’s used to using himself. Trace had finally gotten the upper hand though, dropping Hutton with a DDT. Failed pin attempt. Release powerbomb. Failed pin attempt. Burning lariat. Failed pin attempt. Irritated, Trace picked Hutton up, but Hutton quickly recovered and charged at Trace, who ducked down and out of the ring. Hutton, in the process, clotheslined the referee, who was holding his chest in pain. Hutton slapped the refs face to wake him up to no avail. He turned his attention back to Trace, but that was a decision that would prove to be a terrible one. Trace was now in the ring with a steel chair. Desperate for the victory, Trace blasted Hutton in the arm with the steel chair numerous times, the same arm that Phillip Schneider had damaged pretty badly in previous weeks. Trace had thrown the chair out of the ring and locked Hutton in the triangle choke, trapping the injured arm in the process. Hutton, in immense pain, finally succumbed to the pain and tapped out, but there was no ref. Trace kept wrenching in more torque until the referee finally woke himself up and called for the bell.


Keri Thames: Here is your winner, Trace Demon!


The crowd boos as Trace Demon raises his arm in victory and rolls out of the ring and makes his way to the back. The fans are booing him ridiculously loud, not because of him winning, but because of the way that he went about winning. Demon shrugs at the fans as he pulls the curtain to the side and walks into the back as we cut to commercial.

[bad guy™]

And we’re back from commercial.


We cut back to ringside.


Matthew Werner: After that stunning display of desperation, Trace Demon has advanced in the WFWF International Championship tournament. Next up, we have Thunder and Mak Cross.


Matt Steel: Thunder’s on a cold streak since his series of matches versus Shawn Malakai, whereas Mak Cross has yet to lose a match in the WFWF. Something’s gotta give here.


Mak Cross and Thunder are in the ring.


In the ring we see the second of two International Championship Tournament matches. Thunder is the former champion who is looking to regain his belt after losing it at Superbrawl. Mak Cross is arguably the fastest rising star in the WFWF, and a win here tonight could further cement him as someone to watch out for. This match was back and forth and it was clear that both men wanted to advance in the tournament. The two went a more technical route, and were countering each other's hold at almost every second. In the end, Cross began getting some momentum and Thunder simply couldn't keep up. Eventually, Cross hit a dazed Thunder with the Cross Out to get the big win and advance in the tournament.


Keri Thames: Here is your winner, Mak Cross!


Mak’s theme plays as he hits his knees in celebration. The fans are cheering his name. He has just defeated a multiple time WFWF Champion, and advanced to the next round of the tournament. He seems to be happy about that.


It takes some time, but Thunder and Mak clear from the ring and it’s time for the main event.


The opening drums of "Never Alone" thunder out over the loudspeakers as David Brennan steps out from behind the curtain and onto the ramp. His march to the ring is swift and determined as he decidedly stares straight ahead, ignoring the thunderous jeers, boos, and accusations of racism and hatred from the crowd. He ascends the steel steps into the ring, stopping now at the corner post to look over his shoulder with hardened glare over the ruthless crowd, before ducking beneath the top rope and climbing into the ring. He removes his green flight jacket, tossing it outside the ring, and stretches his arms out wide, giving the crowd a full glimpse of his proudly worn skinhead attire as the music fades out.


Matthew Werner: Very impressive newcomer to the WFWF, David Brennan. Just one loss on his record.


Matt Steel: Kind of like Schneider.


Matthew Werner: And much the same, both men suffered their first losses at Superbrawl.


The lights in the arena dim, The introduction of "Last Resort" by Papa Roach plays, but only leads into "Going Down to Die" by Danzig, which blares over the P/A system. The lights immediately come back up and begin to flash in the entrance way and Phillip Schneider makes his way towards the ring. Ringside fans extend their hands to Schneider, but he sulks to the ring directly down the middle, neither arguing nor pandering to the fans. 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 as he waits for the referee to check him for foreign objects.


Matthew Werner: Percy Jackson noticeably absent.


Matt Steel: That tasty treat Kylie Olsen as well.


The bell sounds and this match is under way. Lock up center ring. The much larger David Brennan overpowers Schneider and pushes him backwards across the ring. Schneider back to a vertical base, brushing himself off. He approaches David Brennan for a second test of strength, but instead of locking up, opts to kick Brennan in the back of the left leg.


Matt Steel: Hey Matt, have you ever been kicked in the leg?


Matthew Werner: No.


Matt Steel: It sucks, man. It knots up your blood and bruises your leg.


Brennan almost on instinct leans over and grabs his leg in pain. Phillip Schneider grabs a side headlock. Brennan tries to get his head free and does, sending Schneider into the ropes with a whip. Schneider into the far ropes and then back and he runs right into a clothesline. The clothesline doesn’t hit Schneider in the chest though, or even the neck where the rare clothesline lands, but rather right in the face and specifically the mouth.


Matthew Werner: What a clothesline! Right to the face!


Matt Steel: I don’t think that was an accident. That seemed calculated.


Schneider is on the mat and blood is pouring from his mouth. Like a faucet, blood runs out thick and fast. Brennan on Schneider with a stomp. Schneider kicks at Brennan, then rolls to the outside. Schneider is spitting blood everywhere.


Matt Steel: Whole lot of blood coming out of the mouth of Phillip Schneider..


Matthew Werner: He may have cut his lip or possibly knocked out a tooth there.


Matt Steel: Lip wounds don’t bleed like that, that’s a knocked out tooth.


Brennan to the outside on the trek on Schneider. Schneider is stumbling around ringside and bleeding everywhere on the mats. Brennan nears in on Schneider. Schneider grabs a ringside chair and recklessly throws it at Brennan’s face. Brennan is able to get his hands up to stop the chair from hitting his face, but it still does it’s damage. Brennan grabs Schneider by the head. Schneider turns around and spit’s a bloody mist into Brennan’s eyes.


Matt Steel: There’s some hepatitis for you, David Brennan.


Matthew Werner: You’re an bunghole.


Brennan now wearing the crimson mask, albeit not his own blood. Schneider grabs Brennan by the head and rams him face first into the ring post to potentially add some of Brennan’s blood to his facial decoration. Schneider rolls into the ring, breaking the rising ten count from the referee, then rolls back to the outside. Schneider grabs the chair he previously threw at Brennan and approaches. Brennan woozily from the posting. Schneider adds to his stars with a chair shot that resounds through the building.


Matthew Werner: That sounded like a gun shot!


Matt Steel: And a gun shot wound may have been less damaging!


Brennan crumbles to the arena floor. Schneider spits a big bloody wad of spit then unfolds the now heavily dented chair. Schneider sets the chair up in a sitting position on the arena floor. Schneider on the attack on Brennan. He’s pulling Brennan up to a vertical base. Brennan grabs Schneider by the waist band of his shorts and pulls him to the ground, slamming him head and shoulder first into the announce table.


Matt Steel: Thanks Dave. I brought that diet 7 Up to ringside specifically because I wanted it in my lap.


Matthew Werner: What are you complaining about? I got hot coffee!!


Brennan to his feet and this time, he’s the one to break the ten count. The referee seems to be to the point where he doesn’t care about the ten count. Brennan back to the outside. He grabs the decorative table top off the announce table. He carries it to ringside and sets it up against the ring apron. He pulls Schneider to a vertical base. Schneider tries to fight him off with a few body shots. Brennan grabs the smaller Schneider and throws him with a hip toss, causing Schneider to crash through the decorative table topper and go right under the ring!


Matt Steel: This is going to get costly for the new management. These two are breaking everything that isn’t nailed down!


Matthew Werner: That was nailed down, wasn’t it?


Matt Steel: Nope. We sold the nails so we could pay our ring announcer.


Brennan waits for Schneider to return from under the ring. Schneider doesn’t seem to be in any hurry. After a few seconds of waiting, Brennan clears away the debris of the broken table top and climbs into the ring to break the count. He rolls back to the outside and lifts up the ring skirt. He leans down to look under the ring, but quickly returns to a vertical position, screaming. His head now has two skewers sticking out of it.


Matt Steel: Gee, I wonder how THOSE got there.


Matthew Werner: The leprechaun that lives under the ring?


Matt Steel: Don’t think so. This is wrestling, not sports entertainment.


Schneider back from underneath the ring. Brennan pulls the skewers from out of his scalp and throws them away. Schneider grabs Brennan and pushes him into the steel ring steps. Schneider grabs Brennan in a front face lock. Schneider lifts Brennan up and suplexes him on the floor. Brennan screams in agony as his back lets out a resounding thud on the cold hard floor.


Matt Steel: If David Brennan’s chiropractor is watching, clear your calendar for tomorrow.


Matthew Werner: That’ll surely rearrange the spinal column in a strange and unusual way.


Schneider climbs to the apron. He puts one foot into the ring to break the count, then back to the apron. Schneider jumps off the apron. He’s going for a double stomp onto the chest of David Brennan, but Brennan rolls out of the way and back to his feet. Brennan runs in from the side and Diamond Cutter’s Schneider on the floor!


Matt Steel: Jesus Christ! Did you see his head! It bounced like a basketball!


Matthew Werner: There’s some dead brain cells for sure..


Brennan grabs Schneider. He’s going to roll him back into the ring but Schneider is dead weight. Brennan is able to finally lift Schneider up and puts him into the ring. Brennan back in and he covers Schneider. 1.…2.… Schneider puts his foot on the bottom rope, stopping the count.


Matthew Werner: Poor ring positioning cost Brennan the fall there.


Matt Steel: No doubt.


Brennan gets to his feet, but something catches his eyes up the ramp. For reasons unknown, Drakz is making his way down the ramp.


Matt Steel: We seen these two go to war at Superbrawl.. What’s Drakz doing out here now?


Matthew Werner: Your guess is as good as mine.


Drakz making his way down to ringside. Brennan mouths at him “what are you doing” but Drakz pays him no mind. Brennan pulls Schneider up. Schneider blows another bloody mist into Brennan’s eyes. Schneider runs into the far ropes, then back at Brennan and drills the blinded Brennan in the face with a big boot.


Matthew Werner: Yakuza Kick!


Matt Steel: No, Legitimate Japanese Business Man Kick. Says right in his profile.


Schneider with a quick cover on Brennan. The referee is down for the count.


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Matthew Werner: He got him!


Matt Steel: But Schneider’s night isn’t done. Look, we got company.


Drakz has entered the ring, brandishing a black object. But he’s not alone. Seemingly coming out of the crowd, the WFWF Heavyweight Champion Michael Kyzer has joined the fray. Kyzer holds the WFWF Heavyweight title in one hand, which he quickly throws to the mat. In the other, he carries a cardboard box. Drakz waylays on Schneider with his black object.


Matt Steel: Is that a slapjack?


Matthew Werner: Sure looks like it.


Drakz nails Schneider over and over. Brennan rises to his feet. He surveys the situation, looking first at Drakz, who nods to him, then Kyzer, who gives him a sly smile. Brennan starts to join in the melee, stomping at Schneider. Drakz and Brennan really going to work on the already very bloody Schneider.


Matthew Werner: Two on one beat down and if Schneider got on the offensive, I’m sure it’d become a three on one..


Matt Steel: Couldn’t have happened to a nicer guy.


Schneider is basically out of it still from the diamond cutter on the floor, plus the attack post match. Kyzer points up. Drakz and Brennan both grab an arm and pull Schneider to a vertical base, then drag him to the ropes. Kyzer pulls the lid off of the cardboard box he brought to ringside and produces a pair of bolt cutters. But that’s not the only contents. He has a spool of barbed wire.


Matthew Werner: Oh boy, this is going to be ugly.


Drakz and Brennan hold Schneider against the ropes. Kyzer starts the spool of barbed wire. Around the arm nearest to Drakz, Kyzer wraps the wire around Schneider’s arm. He starts at the wrist and goes around and around, wrapping the wrist tight to the ring ropes. After about five rotations around, Drakz grabs the bolt cutters and cuts the end of the wire, Kyzer holding it to make sure it didn’t unravel. Drakz produces a roll of athletic tape from his pocket, which he uses to tape the end of the barbed wire down to the ring rope.


Matthew Werner: I am not liking this at all..


Kyzer repeats his wrapping process on the arm that Brennan is holding. Five times around the arm, Drakz clips the wire, then tapes the end. Schneider’s arms are bleeding heavily. David Brennan takes a few steps back and surveys the damage. Drakz has a pleased look on his face. Schneider has blood rolling out of his mouth and pumping out of his arms with every heart beat. Michael Kyzer gets in Schneider’s face.


Michael Kyzer: You are not in my league Obo. You’ve never been in my league and you never will. I am the best there’s ever been. You’re f*cking with the wrong guy, Obo. Consider this a warning shot.


Schneider spits blood at Kyzer. He’s aiming for Kyzer’s face, but hits Kyzer in the chest most than anywhere. Kyzer rips his shirt off and throws it to the ground. He punches Schneider in the face once, then the stomach. Kyzer grabs the remaining mostly full roll of barbed wire and swings it with malice, striking Schneider right in the face. A heavy gash is opened up on Schneider’s forehead, Kyzer following through with the shot and letting the barbed wire roll go. Two barbs stuck in Schneider’s forehead, causing a barbed wire TP effect as the wire rolled down Schneider’s back and to the arena floor, though the barbs ripped from Schneider’s flesh as soon as any tension at all was put on the barbed wire spool. Kyzer grabs the WFWF Heavyweight championship and shoves it in Schneider’s face.


Michael Kyzer: Consider yourself lucky I gave this belt up in 2007 and you were there to pick up the scraps then. This is the closest you’re ever going to get to this belt again, Obo. You’re not beating me. YOU’RE NOT BEATING ME!


Kyzer takes a few steps back. The WFWF championship now has a huge bloodstain on the center of the plate. Kyzer holds it high above head and this is the final scene as we fade to black.

[bad guy™]

As always, a big thank you to Drakz, Ace, Benjamin and Schneider for your fine promos and such as always. I apologize for the length and quality of the show, without two of the promos I was banking on, the show was obviously much shorter, and because of such I had to take some stuff out that was originally in there, so it wasn't too confusing.

[Prophet of Ash]

I saved this show.

[Deleted]

Like the show and it wouldn't be WFWF if someone wasn't bleeding profusely at the end of it.

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[sonstuds]

I went through Alex's photobucket account aka Pan's Labyrinth like a month ago to find that Loaded logo with the santa hat for Christmas so you could use it and you never did. A greatly squandered opportunity if I do say so.

[Ace Bennett]

Enjoyable show, brutal ending. Hopefully plan on getting the next card up by the end of the night.

[Deleted]

Fun fun fun