WFWF presents Homecoming - Results

[Drakz]

LIVE from the Moda Centre, Portland, Oregon!


The screen flashes with a series of still images. Zmey & Ahriman holding the Tag Title belts. Joe Bishop jumping from a taxi cab roof onto Dave Demento. Joshua Dean choking Yukio Blaze with razor wire. Phillip Schneider stabbing Penny Shannon's face. Drakz driving Trace Demon's head into a steel chair. The screen then burns away to reveal the Moda Centre's 19,153 screaming fans.

Alecia Matthews: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to The Moda Centre right here in Portland, Oregon, and welcome to Homecoming!

Cameron Stone: The dust from The Clash has barely settled and here we are with yet another incredible card from top to bottom.

Alecia Matthews: No doubt. Topping this card we’ve got a huge triple threat match between three men who had very successful nights over in the UK. Tugarin Zmey got the pin fall over Chase Landon to win the Tag Team Title match, Joe Bishop recaptured International gold in the streets of London whilst Daniel Kirkbride won the right to any match of his choosing at any time.

Cameron Stone: To see that level of competition outside of a Pay Per View is just incredible. We also get to see the S.O.S in tag team action against Hollywood Unhinged, one half of the tag team champions that b*stard Samael Ahriman versus National Champion Ante Whitner and one I’m particularly excited about; Dex’s return bout against the recently returned Diamond Jack Sabbath. That one’s got show stealer written all over it.

Alecia Matthews: Don’t forget we also see Final Revolution architect Trace Demon take on Shapiro in singles action and opening the show the aggressively returned Devilkiller is in action with Axel Thornstowe fighting for a shot at Ante Whitner’s belt.

The commentators are cut off by a searing feedback on the PA that builds and drops into MK7 by IT’S A LUNKEN. The crowd are on their feet as the WFWF World Heavyweight Champion takes the stage. His title belt is around his waist and his t shirt reads:

SUPERSTAR
OF THE
YEAR

He spins around and the back follows in similar fashion:

M.O.T.Y.

Smiling like a f*cking idiot Drakz walks down the ramp, the camera shot showing the stitches in his head from Phillip Schneider’s attack. He calls for a mic as he enters the ring and taking his time has a walk around before attempting to address the audience. As he raises the mic to his mouth the crowd cheer louder, before he has chance to speak, and he plays up to it putting him off.

HAR HAR HAR

He stops being a d*ck and starts;

Drakz: We’re not doing bad are we? The collective we. ……..’m embracing you all of course. We all know you guys didn’t really lift a finger.

He paces the canvas.

Drakz: In London I defeated a man who tried to eat me. He came close, but even a severed wolf’s head can still bite, and he got careless. I seem to owe that man an apology as it happens. Many people have pointed out to me that I seemed to use a foreign object to ensure victory over a contender who otherwise may have toppled the champion. Having now seen the footage for myself I have to say I’m shocked. I for one had no idea that steel chair was even in the ring. You can see I slip under Trace’s weight if you watch it back…….no f*ck it, hey get the clip up on the big screen. There you go. I lift Trace up onto my shoulders and at this stage of the match and with my bad back I struggled, stumbled cross the ring and then slipped at just the perfect moment to drive Trace Demon’s head onto the very chair he had seconds ago discarded in good form. I promise………..it was on accident. Scouts honour mother f*ckers.

Alecia Matthews: I’m not so sure.

Cameron Stone: Hmmm, you think?

Drakz: But accident or nay can you imagine how p*ssed off Trace was when he came to? Amazing. Enough on that footnote in my career though and onto a couple of things that I’m missing. One of them found its way into my head, there might even still be a bit in there for good luck actually. It’s the other one I’m interested in though. The one that was stolen in my absence. Donnie you kidney bean headed piece of sh*t where’s my superstar of the year award?

The crowd cheer and begin to slow chant:

“Dooooooooniiiieeeeeeeee, Dooooooooniiiieeeeeeeee”

Drakz: No? It seems he hasn’t got a reason to come out here? Well from where I’m standing it seems we have two Superstar of the Year winners. Myself & Donnie Monty Kent. Perhaps a little match is in order to settle things? What do you think Donnie? I’ll handcuff my arms behind my back if it’ll get you out here. The self proclaimed Tag Team Champion, singular, versus the WFWF World Heavyweight Champion. Sh*t we can even go on last. We’ll close the show with an image of you slapping the taste out of my mouth.

Still nothing.

Drakz: No? Donnie you’re less of a threat to me than the other award ceremony spoil sport. I’ve already beaten Phillip, please give me the opportunity to beat you as well.

DMK’s music hits as “Beware” begins to play throughout the arena. Out comes DMK, decked out in the most expensive suit a midget has ever worn. Around his waist is the WFWF Tag Team title and under one arm is the Superstar of the Year Award, he claimed at the award show. And through midget magic a microphone appears in his other hand. The daper midget with the mic doesn’t look happy.

DMK: Whiney f~cking bitches. That is all I see around here anymore. Now you want to whine and cry because you are just some p~ssy willow from Wales. I am so sick of it, and I am sick of your bullsh~t!”

DMK starts walking towards the ring.

DMK: You have the balls to call me out? Do you think you are a bad bitch?

A few feet from the ring DMK stops.

DMK: I am about to make you my bitch like the f~cking Huskie I am.

F~ck Portland. F~ck Oregon. Sh~tholes.

DMK: I hope you have wondered what it feels like to be bitchslapped by a dwarf.

Lights out. Dramatic pause. Lights on. Tugarin Zmey is the ring behind Drakz. In a split second Zmey drills Drakz from behind with a massive kick. DMK walks up the steps smiling as Zmey stands over the fallen Drakz.

DMK: I think you said something about handcuffs?

Midget magic, handcuffs appear. DMK drops the award, the microphone and unfastens the title causing it to fall too. He cuffs Drakz’s hands behind his back.

DMK: Pull him up!

Zmey obliges and pulls Drakz up to his knees. Pretty much eye level with a very angry midget. DMK bitchslaps the WFWF Champion across the face.

DMK: That is how you slap the p~ssy!

DMK punches Drakz in the face a few times with those balled up fists of dwarven fury. DMK takes a step back and Drakz spits in DMK’s face. He laughs as the midget wipes the spit from his cheek. Suddenly DMK goes postal, kicking and punching the helpless Drakz as fast and as much as possible. It is a fury of whatever type of strike DMK can land. He takes a step back and grabs the Tag title. He drills Drakz in the face. DMK is all disheveled as he is screaming and cursing unintelligently. Drakz is still laughing as he is trying to get back his knees. DMK grabs the microphone.

DMK: You think this is funny? I am so sick of your sh~t. I never liked you when we ran together in The New Epoch, and I like you less now. F~ck everything else, I am going to beat your ass. But I am going to do it in the ring…in Seattle.

Portland boos.

DMK: I want you in a fight. No bullsh~t. I want to beat the respect in you. Drakz versus DMK in a fight, I don’t give a sh~t about the rules. I will even leave my monster in the back, or wherever. But you will be in my hometown and The Dragon won’t be who you will need to worry about. I am going to f~cking destroy you.

DMK drops the microphone. He looks at Zmey and shouts at him while pointing at Drakz. Zmey grabs Drakz and lifts him easily into the air. He launches Drakz across the ring with Absolute Brutality. Drakz hits the mat and rolls out of the ring from the momentum. DMK grabs the title and award after being satisfied by Zmey taking out the trash.

Cameron Stone: I'm not entirely sure what just happened. Is Drakz actually having a match with DMK?

Alecia Matthews: Did Drakz just get beaten up by DMK?

Cameron Stone: My head hurts.

Alecia Matthews: Ladies & gentlemen I would just like to draw your attention to the fact that right now Ante Whitner is removing someone from their ring side seat, which they paid good money for, and taking it for himself. What's he even doing out here?

Cameron Stone: What do you think? Scoping out the competition. These two men are fighting for a shot at him, what better way to prepare for that than study each man first hand instead of on tape.

Alecia Matthews: On tape?

The arena goes dark as Southtown plays. The fans are VERY accepting of Devilkiller, as he appears in a trench coat down to his ankles with a hood over his head. The tall giant walks down the ramp with excitement, pumped up, with an eerie, almost lonely orange light that barely illuminates the arena circling him. Devilkiller climbs up into the ring and holds his hand gesture towards the fans to a big cheer, then he makes a pushing it away type of gesture before taking off the coat and laying it in the corner, before leaning back into the corner with anticipation, waiting for his opponent.


Cameron Stone: And here comes the returning Devilkiller. Hopefully he can get straight back to his winning ways.

Alecia Matthews: Devilkiller is an incredibly popular superstar. Just listen to that crowd!

The chilling sound of Seagulls Over Rhinoceros Bay Part 2 can be heard playing throughout the arena. The lights in the arena all go out. Red smoke can be seen at the top of the stage. Emerging from the darkness is Axel Thornstowe. Looking around with an angry expression plastered on his face, he begins to slowly walk to the ring.


Cameron Stone: Axel Thornstowe certainly has his work cut out for him here tonight. In only one of his first matches, he faces a monster in Devilkiller!

Alecia Matthews: You're right, but Axel's a tough guy. He won't go down without a fight.

Axel Thornstowe, the smaller man, stands across the ring from the physically imposing Devilkiller, as both men stare holes through each other.

Cameron Stone: This may well be the biggest test of Axel's career to date. I don't think he's ever been in the ring with anyone quite as big and physically dominant as Devilkiller.

Alecia Matthews: Yeah, maybe, but Thornstowe is a crafty guy. He knows what he's doing.

Axel steps closer to Devilkiller, and connects with a powerful forearm to the gut. Devilkiller is not affected, and pushes Axel straight to the ground.

Alecia Matthews: And immediately, the strength of Devilkiller comes into play.

Axel, now back to his feet, runs into the ropes and charges at Devilkiller with a full head of steam. Axel hits a strong clothesline to the chest, which knocks Devilkiller back, but the big man is still on his feet.

Cameron Stone: Yeah, you might have to try a little harder than that, Axel. Devilkiller's not going down that easy.

Once again, Thornstowe runs into the ropes and sprints toward Devilkiller, however this time, he is stopped in his tracks by a big boot from the 270-pounder.

Alecia Matthews: Oh my god, what a thunderous big boot that was. Thornstowe may be out already!

Devilkiller drops down into a pin, however Thornstowe manages to get the shoulder up before a count of one. Grabbing him by the hair, Devilkiller brings Axel to his feet.

Alecia Matthews: ”I spoke to soon, Axel with the immediate kick out.

Cameron Stone: ”And the powerful Devilkiller lifts Axel up by his hair, I wonder what he has in mind.

Devilkiller, now with the upper hand, levels his smaller opponent with right hands, and sends Axel into the ropes. Axel however drops down and brings the big guy to his knees with a basement dropkick to the knee. Now realising he is in control, Thornstowe rises to his feet, and begins rapidly raining down repeated rights and lefts on Devilkiller.

Alecia Matthews: And there's the craftiness of the relative newcomer Axel Thornstowe. Smart move right there.

Thornstowe, grabs Devilkiller in a front chancery, kicks his back leg out, and plants him right on his head with a DDT. Axel goes for the cover, but Devilkiller rolls to the outside.

Cameron Stone: ”Speaking of smart, Devilkiller rolls to the outside.

Alecia Matthews: Yeah, but how smart was that exactly? Because it looks like Thornstowe has something in mind!

Realising he's going to have to pull out everything he has to defeat Devilkiller, Thornstowe shoots himself into the ropes, and with momentum on his side, dives through the ropes for a topé, however, he's caught by Devilkiller, who drops Thornstowe with a power slam on the concrete floor. The camera cuts to Ante Whitner who is chuckling to himself.

Alecia Matthews: ”Oh my goodness, what a horrible sound that was. Thornstowe's spine smacking against that concrete. I'll be surprised if he even moves again after that.

Cameron Stone: ”That's the impressive strength of Devilkiller. He's also incredibly quick for the big beast that he is.

Grasping his back, Axel manages to make it to his knees. Using the apron for support, he makes it to his feet, and slides under the bottom rope, only to be met with stomps from the self-proclaimed Creator Of Hell. Devilkiller then throws all his bodyweight on top of Thornstowe with a massive elbow drop.

Alecia Matthews: And it would appear Devilkiller is focusing on and targeting Axel's back.

Cameron Stone: ”That's an incredibly wise move by the more experienced Devilkiller. If you take out a mans back, you basically take out his entire body.

Devilkiller drags Axel into the center of the ring and picks him up for a vertical suplex, however Thornstowe manages to get the counter, and rocks Devilkiller with a kick to the back of the knee.

Alecia Matthews: There's the wrestling mind of Thornstowe coming into play!

Cameron Stone: ”More like the insane mind.

Thornstowe now steps back into the ropes, and rocks Devilkiller with a running knee to the back of the head, dropping him flat on his face. Thornstowe now transitions into the cover..

1!

2!

Alecia Matthews: That was a stiff knee to the back of his head, that'll scramble your brains, for sure!

Cameron Stone: ”You're not kidding.

Devilkiller pops the shoulder up and manages to rise to one knee. Thornstowe grabs him by the head, but Devilkiller pushes him off.
Devilkiller, now to his feet, sees Thornstowe running towards him, lifts him, and drops him straight down on his face and stomach. Devilkiller once again drops to the ground with an elbow, this time to Thornstowe's back. Now on top of Axel, he grabs his right arm and locks him into an armbar.

Cameron Stone: ”Nice move by Devilkiller!

Alecia Matthews: Looks like he's got that thing locked on tight. The painful thing about an armbar is the fact that it effects your shoulders and spine, not just your arm. Devilkiller is again going to work on the back of Thornstowe.

Screaming in pain, Thornstowe attempts to get the 6'6 Devilkiller off of his back, but to no avail. In desperation, Thornstowe points to the entranceway, giving him just enough time to poke Devilkiller right in the eye while the referee has his back turned. Now out of the hold, he rises to his feet, but is sent straight back down with a superkick.

Alecia Matthews: That was clever by Axel, but Devilkiller just kicked his head off of his shoulders.

Cameron Stone: ”That was one crisp superkick.

Devilkiller, realising he's bought himself some time, attempts to rest up his knee. After about 20 seconds in the corner, he walks over to Thornstowe, grabs him by the head, and clubs him with shots to the back. He then picks up Thornstowe and begins to toy with him.

Alecia Matthews: Oh, come on. We get it, you're a big guy, but there's no need to just treat your opponent like a ragdoll!

Cameron Stone: ”Hey, if I was Devilkiller, I'd be doing the same.

Devilkiller drops Axel down against the turnbuckles, and hits him with strikes. Devilkiller raises his hand to strong cheers from the crowd, pie-faces Thornstowe, then runs into the opposing turnbuckles, bounces straight off them, charges towards the prone Axel, and raises his leg for a big boot, but Thornstowe moves out of the way.

Alecia Matthews: Just in the nick of time, Axel is able to get out of the way.

Cameron Stone: ”And lucky for him, too. If that boot had connected, I think we'd have seen the end of this match right there and then.

Devilkiller is visibly affected by bracing his leg for impact and hitting nothing. Axel realises this, and begins to go to work on his knee, until the referee has his back turned checking on Devilkiller, Devilkiller kicks Axel between the legs.

Cameron Stone: ”Oh my, what a low blow. Poor Axel.

Alecia Matthews: That's gotta sting when it comes from a man the size and thickness of Devilkiller!

Axel is now on the ground, however before Devilkiller gets a chance to attack, he wisely rolls to the outside, but is joined there by Devilkiller a few seconds later. Devilkiller sets Axel up for something, steps back, and runs towards him, but Axel steps aside and pushes Devilkiller knee first into the steel steps.

Alecia Matthews: That may just put the big man down!

Cameron Stone: ”Incredible ring smarts shown by Axel!

Axel now targets the knee of his larger opponent, holding him by the ankle and kicking his knee. Axel now drapes the leg of Devilkiller over the guardrail. Axel himself hops over, and pulls down on the leg of Devilkiller. Axel now climbs on top of the guardrail, and stands on the knee, putting all of his weight on the lower legs of Devilkiller.

Alecia Matthews: This is kind of hard to watch. No human beings knee should bend like that, it's unnatural!

Cameron Stone: ”It might not be natural, but it's effective.

Axel relinquishes his hold before the referees count of 5, and tosses Devilkiller back into the ring. Axel, now stood on the apron, pulls back on the ropes and hits a slingshot elbow drop, landing right on the knee of Devilkiller. Axel now rises to his feet, drags Devilkiller into the ring, and raises his arm to mixed reactions.

Alecia Matthews: Could it be possible that we have some Axel Thornstowe fans here tonight?

Cameron Stone: ”It's possible, the fans love an anti-hero.

Alecia Matthews: You might just be right.

Thornstowe, now firmly in control, locks in an Indian Deathlock on the weakened lower legs of the former National Champion. Writhing and screaming in pain, Devilkiller attempts to roll over to alleviate the pressure, but his efforts are in vain, as Thornstowe begins to push against his legs using his feet.

Alecia Matthews: That's a very impressive hold by Axel, and one you don't see used very often.

Cameron Stone: ”Very nice hold by Thornstowe. If he keeps this on, Devilkiller might not be able to walk after this!

Devilkiller, still locked in the Indian Deathlock, uses all the strength he has and manages to sit up. He reaches his hands forward, and starts pulling on the facial features of Axel. He pokes him in the eyes, and Axel is forced to break the hold due to the fact he can't see.

Cameron Stone: ”That's the veteran instinct of Devilkiller right there.

I don't think he had any choice but to do that. Thornstowe was not showing any signs of breaking that hold.

Both men rise to their feet. After all the punishment they have dealt to each other, both men are groggy. They meet in the middle of the ring, and begin to exchange rights and lefts.

YAY!

BOO!

YAY!

BOO!

YAY!

BOO!

Cameron Stone: ”I can just feel how much these two men want a shot at that National Title. Neither wants to give in!

15 or 16 punches to each other later, Axel gains the upper hand.

BOO!

BOO!

BOO!

BOO!

Devilkiller, now on the ropes, attempts to put up a guard to block the repeated punches from Axel, but to no avail, as Axel repeatedly drills Devilkiller with punches.

Cameron Stone: ”I have to say, I'm impressed with how much offence Thornstowe has been able to hit Devilkiller with in this match. I thought Devilkiller would completely dominate him.

Alecia Matthews: Yeah, I agree. Very impressive from Thornstowe.

Axel, with momentum on his side, prepares himself for something, and as Devilkiller comes off the ropes, Axel absolutely rocks him with a superkick, but the longest reigning WFWF National Champion in history is still on his feet.

Alecia Matthews: How on earth is Devilkiller still standing after that superkick?

Cameron Stone: ”The man is a monster, plain and simple.

Thinking on his feet, Axel again hits a superkick, this time to the legs of Devilkiller, which makes him fall to his knees. Axel steps back, and once again superkicks Devilkiller's head off. With Devilkiller on his knees, Axel sees an opportunity. He goes behind Devilkiller, gets underneath him, and begins to lift him for the assault driver.

Alecia Matthews: This will be impressive if Thornstowe can get him up for the assault driver.

Axel rises to his feet, and is ready to execute the move, but he collapses to his knees underneath all the weight of Devilkiller.

Alecia Matthews: The back gave out! I bet Devilkiller is thanking his lucky stars that he went to work on Thornstowe's back earlier!

Seeing Axel is visibly hurt, Devilkiller begins to prey on his opponent. He grabs him by the head, picks him up, and drops him with The Devil's Coffin..

1!

2!

3!

Cameron Stone: ”And Devilkiller picks up the win in his first match back since returning at The Clash. This means that next month, he will be able to get his hands on Ante Whitner, and maybe just get his hands on the WFWF National Championship.

Alecia Matthews: I have to say, that was impressive. On the bad knees, Devilkiller still managed to defeat Thornstowe.

Cameron Stone: ”You've got to take your hat off to Thornstowe, though. He really took it to Devilkiller here tonight.

Grasping his knee and limping, Devilkiller holds his hand high only to be met by the steely eyes of one Ante Whitner.

Alecia Matthes: This could escalate here folks. Devilkiller has not only become the number one contender for the very belt Ante has over his shoulder but he also attacked the man after his match at The Clash.

Devilkiiler breaks the stare, smiling and he walks to the back to cheers from the crowd. However, still in the ring, Axel is sat on the mat, with his back against the bottom turnbuckle. He yells angrily..

Axel Thornstowe: ”GET ME A F*CKING MIC!

The timekeeper quickly dashes over and gives him a microphone. Axel takes it, and begins to speak, breathing heavily into the mic.

Axel Thornstowe: You know, I had my heart set on defeating Devilkiller here tonight. But once again, just like all my other matches here, I came up short. And for the last time. From this moment forward, I am not playing second-fiddle to anyone in this company ever again. Tonight, you have witnessed the beginning of the ascension of Axel Thornstowe. No longer will I sit back and wait for opportunities. From now on, I'm going to take them. I'm through playing around. I just lost my last f*cking nerve. One by one, everyone will fall beneath me. And that means everyone.

Axel stares down at Ante Whitner as he says this and a second stare down commences as Axel drops the mic and we cut to an ad break.

[Drakz]

We head to a corridor backstage that Trace Demon is seen walking down, in his ring gear ready to compete against Shapiro in just a few moments time. He’s got headphones in, bopping his head along to whatever he’s listening to, and is air punching as he walks, getting himself psyched up for the bout. That is until he finds himself turning a corner and nearly punching Jason Anders head clean off.


Jason Anders: For f***s sake man be more careful!


Trace removes the headphones and just shrugs.


Jason Anders: I’ve been looking for you everywhere, where have you been?


Trace Demon: Getting ready for my match Anders, if you don’t remember I’ve got one right now.


Jason Anders: You were meant to meet us an hour ago, we’ve all been sat back in that locker room for an hour, where the hell have you been?


Trace Demon: Me, Shapiro, match, right now. What aren’t you getting here?


Jason Anders: What is wrong with you Trace? Did losing to Drakz break you? This was your revolution; don’t you care what’s happening anymore? Don’t you give a damn about this company, about finishing what you’ve started?!


Trace Demon: Don’t you talk to me about finishing what I’ve started, you’re only here because of me, you’re only in this because you want power! This revolution only works if we’re winning, so I’m going out there to win! I’m going out there to beat Shapiro in a fair fight, to make sure every single one of those people know that I’m not dead. This revolution needs me as much as any of you. I respect that you’re in the trenches with me Anders, I respect that Joe and Kyle are willing to risk their careers for what’s right, but I’m the face of this revolution and for us to succeed, I need to succeed. If you don’t see that then maybe you don’t belong here anymore.


And with that Trace pushes Anders aside and keeps on walking, leaving the camera sitting on Anders scowling face.


Jason Anders: Maybe it isn’t me that doesn’t belong anymore.


And Anders walks off in the opposite direction, the two friends seemingly facing some serious conflict as the show continues.

Christa Adina: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first…


”My Time” by Soil hits the speaker systems and soon after its kicked in Shapiro emerges through the curtain with his trademark black shirt which reads "The Hope Dealer" in white letters. He stops on the stage bouncing from left to right switching feet to get loose. As he starts down the ramp he gladly gives high fives to kids and all who will receive them. He slides under the bottom rope and as he walks across the ring he looks out at the crowd with amazement. Shapiro steps on the 2nd turnbuckle, looks out at the crowd as he raises both hands high into the air.


Christa Adina: From Odessa, Texas, standing 6 foot and weighing in at 200lbs, he is The Hope Dealer… Shapiro!


Alecia Matthews: Shapiro has been trying to take that first big step in his burgeoning career but he isn’t going to have an easy time of it in this one.


Cameron Stone: The kid’s got heart though and he isn’t about to go down without a fight no matter the opponent, he’s proved that more than once.


Christa Adina: And his opponent…


The sound of a bullet explodes through the arena before a very familiar theme begins to play, sending the arena lights shutting off one by one. As the opening chords of “Shoot the War Pigs” begins to blare across the arena six crimson spotlights switch on one by one, each shining down upon a different part of the arena in sequence. One by one each of the spotlights move to the tip of the ramp, combining and showing the first glimpse of the man behind the theme – Trace Demon, standing front and centre and clad in that memorable red leather jacket. As the song builds to a fever pitch and the rap kicks in he throws his hand up like a gun and ‘pulls the trigger’, mouthing “Boom” as a spectacular pyrotechnics display shoots off all around him. As the pyrotechnics come to a stop the lights in the arena turn back on, showing a proper look at the King of Demons.


Christa Adina: Hailing from Hamilton, Ontario, Cananda, standing 6’3 and weighing in at 230lbs, he is the King of Demons… Trace… Demon!


Alecia Matthews: Well just like at The Clash tonight Trace Demon stands alone.


Cameron Stone: He’s just hoping that tonight goes a little bit better for him.


Trace takes absolutely no notice of the deafening boos of the crowd, instead using the music to the focus on himself. He rocks his head to it as he stares down at the ring, getting himself into the zone as his signature smirk crosses his lips. He begins to make his way down towards the ring, still rocking his head to the music. Trace ignores the fans on either side of him as they reach out in a futile attempt to touch the owner of the WFWF. As he reaches the bottom of the ramp he heads up the steel ring steps, stops for a minute by the turnbuckle and then, with hands on the ropes, leaps up over the top rope to land perfectly with one foot on the top turnbuckle and the other on the middle. He throws his arms out wide as the crowd continues to boo, Trace Demon removing his leather jacket and throwing it to a stagehand below before leaping down to the canvas and standing opposite his opponent.


Alecia Matthews: Trace Demon is going to be on the warpath in this one, he knows he’s got to build himself back up the rankings and he’ll be taking no prisoners.


Cameron Stone: Yeah, he’s not gonna pull any punches, he said he respects Shapiro’s abilities and that he’s going to bring it tonight to make sure he doesn’t lose again.


DING! DING! DING!


The moment the bell rings Trace Demon is charging across the ring, leaping up and driving his knee straight into the chest of an unsuspecting Shapiro. The rookie is sent tumbling backwards into the ropes from the sudden blow and Trace is immediately upon him with some choice forearm shots to the side of the head followed by an Irish whip across the ring. Shapiro ducks underneath a clothesline attempt on the rebound but his momentum carries him through and as he returns off of the ropes a second time he’s hit with a picture perfect high angle dropkick from the King of Demons that sends him back first to the canvas.


Cameron Stone: Trace Demon is out of the blocks like a flash, he’s not wasting any time in taking control.


Alecia Matthews: He’s got a point to prove, the more dominant he can make himself look tonight the better in his eyes.


Trace Demon is up onto his feet immediately, driving his boot right into the ribs of Shapiro before hooking the head and dragging him up to his feet. He delivers another hard Irish whip that sends Shapiro slamming into the turnbuckle and staggering forwards from the impact. Trace charges forwards, leaps up and catching Shapiro in the chest with a second leaping knee, this time sending Shapiro flying backwards and straight into the corner, collapsing down. Trace is wasting no time as he grabs hold of the rope, places a boot on the throat of Shapiro and begins choking out the Hope Dealer, putting as much pressure down on the windpipe as he possibly can. The official is quick in there though as he starts his count and, at the count of four, Trace releases.


Alecia Matthews: Trace Demon might be preaching respect right now but he’s not exactly softened up in the ring has he.


Cameron Stone: Trace has said he’ll work inside the rules and, as long as he meets that five count, he’s doing what he said he’d do.


Trace backs away as instructed and, uncharacteristically, lets Shapiro pull himself up onto his feet. Shapiro shows some trepidation as he approaches a beckoning Trace Demon and the two go for a lock up only for Demon to quickly thrust a knee up into the ribs of Shapiro, a move that he introduced to his arsenal in that very match with Drakz. Demon quickly moves behind Shapiro, hooking his hands around the waist, hoisting the rookie off of his feet and planting him to the canvas stomach first. Once there he hooks the head and tightens up his grip with a headlock, trying to wrench the life out of the burgeoning newcomer.


Alecia Matthews: Shapiro hasn’t had any kind of look in on this match yet, does that surprise you Stone?


Cameron Stone: I wouldn’t call it a surprise exactly, Trace Demon has a huge experience advantage over Shapiro and he knows this is a must win. Plus he’s got this new focus on puro and I don’t think Shapiro’s experienced that before.


Trace tightens up his grip as he pushes himself to his knees and then begins driving his knees into the ribs of the rookie, the headlock making it impossible for him to defend himself from the rapid strikes. After a few stiff knee strikes Shapiro has had enough and manages to twist his body enough to roll over onto his back and push Trace Demon right off of him. Both men are swift to their feet, though Shapiro’s holding his ribs already, and Trace Demon charges at Shapiro only to eat a boot to the jaw that stuns him long enough for Shapiro to hook the waist from the front and lift Demon right up and over with a belly to belly suplex, planting the King of Demons to the canvas back first.


Alecia Matthews: Ooh a big belly to belly from Shapiro as he gets his first bit of offence in this match.


Cameron Stone: But can he capitalise on that?


Shapiro pushes through the pain and mounts Demon, beginning to unload with rights and lefts to the skull of the experienced veteran. He gets a little carried away though and Trace sees the blows coming, clutching both arms under his own and driving his skull into the forehead of Shapiro. The rookie drops backwards following the headbutt. Both men have to gather their bearing as they climb to their feet, Trace hitting the first move with another close range knee strike right into the ribs. This is followed by an Irish whip that sends Shapiro to the corner. As Trace charges at him and goes for a leaping knee Shapiro dodges, Trace hitting the turnbuckle with the knee that took so much damage against Shapiro and right there and then it seems to jar. Trace limps out of the corner and turns right into a charging clothesline from the Hope Dealer that drops the King of Demons.


Alecia Matthews: Trace Demon seemed to jar his knee there and after the punishment it took against Drakz you have to imagine it’s not one hundred per cent.


Cameron Stone: He’s done well so far but that’s because Shapiro hasn’t really got in any offence on the knee, then again Trace isn’t exactly known for letting an injury hamper him.


Shapiro sees the opportunity ahead of him as he grabs hold of the leg and begins to put the boots into the knee. He turns Trace over onto his front, places his boot down on crook of the knee and then just stamps down on it, eliciting a shout of pain from the veteran. Shapiro drags Trace up onto his feet, Trace favouring his one leg over the other, and delivering an Irish whip across the ring and sending Trace into the ropes. On the rebound Shapiro leaps up and hooks the head, swinging Trace around and planting the King of Demons head first with a tornado DDT. The Hope Dealer quickly goes for the cover…


ONE!


Alecia Matthews: Shapiro catching Trace off guard with that DDT, can the shock factor get him the win?


TWO!


Cameron Stone: What an upset this would be if it did!


KICK OUT!


But no, no upset right now as Trace shoots the shoulder up. Shapiro looks disappointed that he didn’t pull off the victory of his career right there but that disappointment turns to determination. He grabs Trace by the hair and drags him to his feet, planting his boot into the knee and then driving a few right hands up into the body before going for an Irish whip to the corner. Trace counters, sending Shapiro towards the corner only for the Hope Dealer to leap up onto the middle turnbuckle, turn around and then leaping to connect with a flying clothesline that takes Trace off of his feet and crashing to the canvas. Again Shapiro goes for the cover.


ONE!


Alecia Matthews: Shapiro is desperately looking for the win wasting no time in between pinfall attempts.


TWO!


Cameron Stone: He knows the longer this goes the more difficult it’s going to be to win.


KICK OUT!


Again Trace kicks out and again Shapiro looks disappointed. He mounts Trace once more and again begins unloading with a few vicious strikes before hooking the head and dragging Trace up. He grabs the arm and goes to pull him in for the Damage Plan but just gets his own boot up in a mad display of flexibility to crack the jaw, stunning Shapiro. Shapiro is sent turning from Demon and Trace capitalises, ducking down between the legs, lifting Shapiro up into an Electric Chair but instead of dropping him down he simply lifts Shapiro up and pushes him face down into the canvas from over six foot high in the air!


Cameron Stone: Holy sh*t.


Alecia Matthews: I don’t know what that was exactly but I think he might have knocked Shapiro out right there.


Trace Demon looks down at Shapiro who truly looks out of it. He bends down, grabbing Shapiro by the head and dragging him up to his feet, pulling him into a front chancery, hauling him up into the air and then planting him down neck first across the knee with the D.I.E.D! Shapiro flops to the canvas and Trace grips his knee in pain, pushing through the pain as he again grips Shapiro and drags him up to his feet. This time he pushes him down, double underhooks the arms and, gritting through the pain, lifts him up into the air and then brings him back down back first with the Demonstration of Hell! The crowd boo loudly as Trace covers Shapiro…


ONE!


Alecia Matthews: Well this one is over.


TWO!


Cameron Stone: No doubt about it.


THREE!


DING! DING! DING!


As the official signals for the bell Trace kneels, smirking as he picks up a much needed victory over the Hope Dealer Shapiro. He slowly pushes himself up onto his feet, a slight limp as he does so.


Alecia Matthews: Shapiro gave a good fight but it’s the inexperience that cost him, that electric chair facebuster caught him out of nowhere and put a finish to things just like that.


Cameron Stone: That’s what Trace Demon can do, he’s got any number of moves that can end a match and we just saw three of them in a row.


As “Shoot the War Pigz” hits the speakers Trace Demon offers an unconscious Shapiro a sarcastic clap before simply exiting the ring, nodding to himself along with the music as he makes his way to the back. A short, sweet and simple victory for the King of Demons but does the rise begin now?

As Trace disappears behind the curtain one Axel Thornstowe emerges from it with a mic in his hand, still visibly angry after his words only 20 minutes ago.

Axel Thornstowe: Shapiro.

Axel stares directly at the fallen Shapiro.

Axel Thornstowe: You're what's wrong with this company today. And you know why?

The fans boo.

Axel Thornstowe: You're like all of the suited douchebags and nonsensical yes men at the WFWF's Head Office and in the back. You're a liar. You are a fraud, Shapiro. You come out here, with your fake smile, high fiving fans, kissing babies, and it's all a god damn charade. I see through you. I see the monster that lies deep inside, screaming and yelling, desperate for release. He wants to get out, man. And all you have to do, is allow him to break free. Let him get out.

Even louder boos.

Axel Thornstowe: You can't cage the beast forever, Shapiro.

HOLY S**T WHERE ARE WE?!?! There are trees everywhere. This is a place where only the manliest of men could ever survive. There is a BALD EAGLE eating a puny little mouse for a snack, that's nasty, at least to a non manly man. This is the deep wilderness of MANkato MANnessota. Remember that eagle eating on that **** little mouse? Well guess what? IT JUST GOT HIT BY A TRUCK. A massive manly truck is driving through the wilderness, plowing down trees that are probably hundreds of years old and leaving them in its manly wake. With eagle blood and tree corpse on it's tires, the truck comes to a manly stop, but not before emitting dangerous greenhouse gasses into the fragile non manly atmosphere. THE OZONE LAYER. The door of the truck comes FLYING OFF THE HINGES. Out steps Stan McMann, the manliest manly man. As he steps out of the truck, IT EXPLODES and Stan McMann walks away from it, not looking back at it of course because he's a mother ing badass like that.

Stan McMann: You want to know what the WFWF is missing? A real man. Do you see this mustache? I don't think anyone in the WFWF could grow a mustache like this.

A bra from what is surely a hot girl that you could never get drops at Stan McMann's feet.

Stan McMann: The fans of the WFWF want a real man's man. They want a man who can do all of the things that their man can't. Can your man change a tire?

Stan McMann walks up to a completely different truck that appeared in the woods because it sensed that a true man needed to use it and trucks do things like that if you're manly enough, for everyone other than Stan McMann who didn't know that. Stan McMann pulls out a tire from the bed of the true and drops it on the ground. He then pulls out a jack and a wrench.

Stan McMann: Contrary to popular, non manly belief, jacks and wrenches are for women and non manly men. A true man changes his tires with his bare hands.

Stan McMann throws the jack and the wrench with such force that it kills off an ENTIRE ENDANGERED SPECIES with sheer manliness. An orgasm from another completely different woman who is too hot for you from hundreds of miles away. He rips the tire off of the truck using his BARE HANDS as his manly muscles don't seem to exert any force at all. The tire, coming completely clean without any damage to the truck. He picks up the spare tire and with the force of a hundred bears, he throws it straight where it belongs. THE TRUCK DOES A COMPLETE BARREL ROLL due to the force of such a manly throw, but lands right side up in perfect condition, tire changed. Stan McMann turns away from the truck AND IT EXPLODES. BOOM BITCH.

Stan McMann: The so-called men of the WFWF don't have half the testosterone that I do. You better prepare yourself, WFWF, because the manliest manly man of all men is coming. And I'm lookin' for a fight.

What a man.

[Drakz]

We cut to the back where Joe Bishop is standing alongside WFWF interviewer Daniel Knight, the International Championship draped over the Englishman's shoulder.

Daniel Knight: “Joe at The Clash you regained the International Championship, and at the 2014 Award Ceremony, Dave Demento made it pretty clear, that he wants to take it back. He's challenged you to a singles match for the belt and says that should he fail, he will not challenge you for that belt ever again. The question everyone wants an answer to is this, are you going to give Dave Demento another shot at the International Championship.”

Bishop takes a few seconds to mull it over before responding.

Joe Bishop: “I don't want to face Dave Demento again, I've already proved that I am the better man. I've proved that I am a level above Dave Demento. And right now, after The Clash, I have bigger problems than Dave Demento.”

Daniel Knight: “Th...”

Joe Bishop: “However, the opportunity to get Dave Demento out of my hair once and for all, to embarrass him in a match that he seems to think he has a chance of winning, would be incredibly satisfying. Dave, you can have your singles match, you can have your title shot, you can have it at the next possible opportunity. And then, once I've made you regret that decision, you're going to have to live with the fact that you'll never be quite as good, as Joe Bishop.

Much as I would like to be done with you, that's clearly not the case right now. You are going to keep coming back for more until you physically can't and Lila Sleater is going to enable you, so when we do meet in that ring for the International Championship, I am going to have to make sure, you don't leave physically capable of coming back for more. You want to end this? Fine, we'll end it, but it's not going to end well for you Dave.”

With that International Champion begins to walk off, although Daniel Knight obviously wasn't done.

Daniel Knight: “Joe wait a second, the WFWF fans want to know your thoughts on Trace's loss to Drakz at the Clash.”

Bishop turns back for a second, trying to muster a smile.

Joe Bishop: “Tough.”

Bishop walks away and we return to the action.


The lights all throughout the arena slowly flash, as they then begin to flicker in a swirl of instantaneous speed. The WFWF fan-base is in roar for Dex, who is now seen atop the entrance way, as grey steam veils around the entrance rail.


Hear my cries


Hear my call


Lend me your ears


See my fall


See my error


Know my faults


As soon as these lyrics are spoken, the grey steam erodes into a blistering fire pyrotechnic, in which Dex begins to swiftly traverse through the entrance way.


Christina Adina: From Baltimore, Maryland, he is a former WFWF Champion, weighing in at two hundred and twenty eight pounds, making his return, give a warm welcome to DEEEEEEEEXXXXXXXXX!


He occasionally, walks towards the entrance rails, giving equal applause and respect to the fans that cheer him by giving out electric high-fives. He walks up towards the ring-steps, in which he grabs onto the ring post, and slowly walks up, while simultaneously waving his arm up and down with relentless force for the fans to get up. The fans all get up in unison, as they and Dex shout simultaneously,


"Come with me!"


Dex slowly enters the ring, relishing in the applause of thousands of WFWF fans in attendance. He eyes his opponent, as he begins to center himself inside the ring, regaining his poise and fight mentality. Dex is ready to begin this bout.


Our resident Ring announcer stands in the ring awaiting the arrival of the next competitor. The announcer holds a mic, as they naturally would be. The lights go out, and the fans cheer- anticipation running through their bodies. Suddenly...


White lights flicker in time with the riff of "Sound of Madness" by Shinedown, and images of Diamond Jack Sabbath performing various moves he's famous for display themselves on the Titantron, to much booing and jeering. As the song kicks in, the Innovator of Anarchy himself makes his way through the curtain followed by his loyal valet, Amy Taylor. He paces up and down the stage, surveying his audience for tonight with his hands thrown out, majestically. He gives a big grin as the cheering continues then begins to make his way down the ramp with a very self-assured and confident walk.


Christina Adina: Making his way to the ring- being accompanied by Amy Taylor...from Salford, Manchester, weighing 240Ibs, he is the Innovator of Anarchy...DIIIIAAAAAMMMOOONNNDDDD JAAAAACCCCCKKKK SSSAAAAABBBBBAAAATTTHHH!!!!


Yet more booing ensues as the Crown Jewel's presence is announced. He slides under the bottom rope and into the ring. He finds and jumps onto the nearest turnbuckle peering out into the live crowd for a good few seconds, breathing in that pre-match excitement in the air. Smiling, he lifts his arms up- slowly lifting them out length-ways and opening his hands, looking very triumphant and majestic. The fans cheer this extremely loudly. While up there, he takes off his spiked, black leather jacket and throws it to Amy. Hopping down off the turnbuckle, Jack cracks his neck into place and prepares himself for the match both mentally and physically, shaking his arms and legs out to loosen them. He's ready to go to war tonight.


Dex and ‘Diamond’ Jack Sabbath step back into their respective corners, as through pure adrenaline, neither gives one another a hand-shake. Both men are awaiting the referee’s signal of the bell, to begin what could be a big win for either of the two competitors tonight.


The referee rapidly waves his arms, as the fans are in awe, for another excellent bout between two competitors with a clear prowess for in-ring technique.


*DING DING*


The two, slowly analyse the other, as they quickly lock up in an invigorating struggle between two very motivated men. ‘Diamond’ Jack Sabbath quickly gains the advantage over the newly returned Dex, due to his grappling advantage. While Diamond does have the advantage, it is quickly turned around, as Dex musters enough force to push Diamond towards the ring ropes, in which Diamond is forced to release the grappling hold. The two begin to trade facial blows near the ring ropes, one after another, the two finally reach a conclusion, in which Diamond Jack Sabbath quickly lunges for Dex’s legs, and hits a successful Mixed-Martial-Arts esque take-down.


With Diamond Jack Sabbath on-top, he quickly maneuvers to an upright position, in which he is able to deliver an array of punches to the face, with little to no resistance from Dex. Diamond Jack Sabbath holds his fist in the air, as a symbol of his prominence over the returning former world champion. Dex quickly notices the opening, in which he rapidly spins alongside the back of Diamond Jack Sabbath, somehow getting back to his feet, as he has Diamond Jack Sabbath locked between his arms.


Diamond Jack Sabbath spins around Dex, as the two are now locked in a frontal grapple, in which Diamond grips onto the left arm of Dex, as he lunges him towards the ring ropes for an irish whip maneuver. Dex is flung towards the rope, but quickly regains composure, as he holds onto the ropes, eluding Diamond Jack Sabbath who is knelt to the ground, awaiting a possible opportunity to hit Dex with a suplex. Dex moves swiftly towards the downed Diamond Jack Sabbath, and jumps into the air, stretching out his knee as the jaw of Diamond Jack Sabbath bolts back onto the mat, nearly knocking him out with a near deadly busaiku knee kick.


Dex circles around Diamond Jack Sabbath, searching for an opportunity to expose the thirty-five year old’s deteriorating body. Dex quickly lowers himself to the mat, as he grips around the neck of Diamond Jack Sabbath, who nearly helplessly abides by the submission hold. Dex continues to apply more pressure, though, Diamond Jack Sabbath seems nearly unrattled as he sits in a position of pure confidence. Diamond Jack Sabbath, quickly exposes the chest area of Dex, as he quickly penetrates Dex with a fury of boxing style, slow, methodical punches that leave Dex downed. Diamond quickly stands up, as he uses the ropes for assistance as the momentum of the match has turned once more.


Diamond Jack Sabbath awaits Dex, who struggles to get back onto his feet, following a brutal attack on his lower abdominal area. Though, he eventually does, as Diamond sets his feet and gets in position for his finisher, ‘The Crown Kick.’ Diamond quickly spins his leg around, attempting to strike the jaw of Dex. Dex drops to the ground, as he ducks, nearly evading a dangerous kick that could have possibly ended the match.


Dex jumps from his squatting position, and hits the groggy Diamond Jack Sabbath who had lost all momentum following his missed finisher; Dex hits Diamond with a jumping super-kick that is heard in riveting explosion all throughout the arena as the fans “ooh,” in empathy. He almost instantaneously falls down to the mat, as his back slams hard. Dex follows him, and quickly rolls his leg for the pin.


The referee slides with precision, as he centers himself in the middle of the ring, he begins the count.


...One…


...Two…


...Thr-...


The pin attempt is interrupted by Diamond Jack Sabbath who is quickly reinvigorated with electric motivation. He pushes Dex off, as the two slowly get up together. The two’s eyes are intertwined, as the hostility is clearly notioned all throughout the arena. Both Dex and Diamond have the same idea in mind, as they both intertwin arms as they grapple in the center of the ring. Dex quickly switches to Diamond’s back, and is allowed a few punches to his back, though, Diamond flips Dex around, and now has his head locked in a near death-gripping head-lock.


Diamond hits Dex with a furious array of punches, as Dex nearly falls to the ground, without the assistance of Diamond, who intends to inflict even more pain to the newly returned superstar. Diamond, push’s Dex towards the ropes, in which Dex abides and runs towards Diamond, groggily. Diamond grabs Dex’s legs, and flips him, onto the mat. The slam is heard all throughout the arena. The referee quickly slides back onto the mat, as Diamond rolls over Dex for the pinfall attempt.




...One…


...Two…


...Thre-...


The pin-fall is just nearly evaded, as Dex pushes off Diamond Jack Sabbath, as the fans are all in applause for Dex’s unrelenting spirit. Diamond’s eyes dilate in near shock, as he strokes his hair back and forth in frustration, the emotion in his face is clear, despite his efforts, he still does not know how to defeat the former champion. Diamond Jack Sabbath gets up, to display his frustration upon the downed Dex, by delivering an over abundance of furious kicks to Dex’s right shoulder. After nearly eight kicks, Dex somehow, grabs the leg of Diamond Jack Sabbath, as he trips and falls atop the center of the mat.


Dex quickly gains the advantage, as he gets to his feet, and begins to stomp upon the chest of Diamond Jack Sabbath. After each attempt to counter the stomps, with a move comparable to Dex’s, he can’t, and somehow is left dazed in confusion and pain. Dex lets out a grin, as the fans all stand in applause and appraisal for the formerly injured superstar. Dex, slowly walks backwards towards the ring-post corner, in which he awaits for Diamond to get up.


Dex raises his arm in the air, and shouts in unison with the audience “come with me!” Diamond makes it to his feet, as Dex runs with full force and adrenaline towards Diamond.

Dex attempts to spring atop the knee of Diamond who is suspecting of the inevitable enziguri kick; Diamond, with amazing foresight, is able to analyse Dex’s movements before they have developed, and quickly grabs onto the leg of Dex in mid-air. Dex’s head falls to the ground, as he is being held by Diamond Jack Sabbath, who quickly turns Dex’s maneuver into his inevitable downfall.


Diamond bends downwards, to pull up the rest of Dex’s body atop his shoulders, as he gets in position to hit a rattling power-bomb. Dex attempts to break out of the power-bomb hold, but Diamond’s strength overwhelms the smaller stature of Dex. Diamond Jack Sabbath slams Dex atop the mat, the sound reverberating around the arena, as the arena is in shock and silence.


Diamond Jack Sabbath slides downwards and rolls over Dex for an attempted pinfall. The referee follows, and begins to slam his arm atop the mat for the count.


...One…


...Two....


...Three…


*DING DING*


Christina Adina: And the winner of this match by pinfall, he is from Salford, Manchestor, give it up for ‘The Innovator of Anarchy’ ‘DIAAAAMONDDDD’ JAACK SAAAAAAABAAAAATH!


The audience is shocked, by Diamond Jack Sabbath’s cementing win, in which he won, but won with unrelenting force. Diamond is quick to his feet to celebrate his victory, in which his arm is raised by the referee. Dex remains downed in the center of the ring; as the rise of ‘Diamond’ Jack Sabbath is nearly inevitable after such a victory.

The lights dim to a blood red color and the camera fades out to reveal a cold dark street in the middle of the night. Nothing can be seen until a man slowly starts walking towards the camera, he stops about halfway and you can only see the outline of him. He lets a weird laugh out before he slowly sits down on the street with his legs crossed. You can still only see his outline but he finally begins to speak.

Man: Have you ever wondered? Have you ever wanted something so bad you would kill for it? Well I have, and the time for the wondering and wanting is over.....you wonder what I want right now don't you? In time you will see what I wonder and want....in time my children.


As the camera fades out you can hear the man laughing.

We cut back to the arena.

Christa Adina: Ladies and gentlemen the following contest is scheduled for one fall, and it is a battle between two current reining champions.

‘Inside the Black’ by Skillet starts to play as Samael makes his way from behind the curtain to the stage. He stands there momentarily, staring into the crowd. Once the chorus of his theme hits, he crosses his arms as fireworks shoot off from behind him, like a rising and falling waterfall of purple and gold. Once the fireworks end, he makes his way down the ramp, completely ignoring the existence of the fans. He climbs the steps into the ring and stands in the center of it, looking up to the stage sideways, awaiting his opponent.

Christa Adina: Introducing first, weighing in at two hundred and twenty pounds, he is one half of the current reigning tag team champions, please give a warm welcome to, SAMAEL AHRIMAN!

Gangster's Paradise by Like A Storm hits the PA system. Bluish-colored smoke plumes out from the stage to reveal a shadow. The shadow starts to slowly fade into oblivion with a mysterious-looking Ante Whitner appear on the stage. The smoke returns, this time, a red color, as Ante pulls up his hooded, gray, sweatshirt. He places his two index fingers on his head and yells out. The crowd roars with boos as Ante just smirks and walks down the ramp. He slides into the ring, almost licking the canvas and slowly gets up. He looks in amazement at the capacity-crowd and just smirks. He pulls off his sweatshirt, throws it in the crowd, and yells out: "Are you with me or not?!"

Christa Adina: And his opponent, from Yonkers, New York, weighing in at two hundred and fifteen pounds, he is the current reigning National Champion, he is the ‘bloodied eagle,’ ANTE WHITNER!

The two do not offer to shake one anothers hands, as the momentous signal of disrespect, and hatred looms all throughout the arena. The tension is felt between the two, as both the returning Samael Ahriman and the relatively new Ante Whitner, have to prove the validity of their championship reigns. The two, impatiently await the ringing of the bell, as both men are ready to compete.

*Ding Ding*

Ante Whitner quickly releases his fury upon Samael Ahriman, by charging towards him with all the speed and acceleration he can muster. Ante’s running attempt is soon caught and neutralized by the much more experienced Samael Ahriman, who places his arm alongside the hip of Ante Whitner. Ante Whitner is unsuspecting, and his overall lack of experience is exposed, as Samael Ahriman quickly flips Ante to the ground, with an Oushi hip toss maneuver. Ante flops onto the ground, but almost instantaneously gets back up into fighting stance, as he awaits an almost inevitable counter attack by Samael Ahriman. The two begin to circle around momentarily in their respective corners, before anyone begins to strike once more.

Ante Whitner decides, once more, to break the instance of no action, by again, rushing towards the now cornered Samael Ahriman. Ante jumps atop the knee of the near inescapable Samael Ahriman, as he begins to lengthen his leg right before impact, the attack is suddenly reversed, as Samael pushes Ante Whitner off. The current reigning national champion falls hard onto the mat, as the sound of his back smashing atop the mat is heard riveting all throughout the arena. Suddenly, Ante kips-up from the mat, using his inner strength to retain the position he once held. The two grapple, as Ante quickly gains the advantage, delivering relentless blows to the stomach of Samael Ahriman. The blows, are suddenly countered, as Samael quickly locks the head of Ante Whitner, placing him in a head-lock. Ante struggles to breath, as he finds himself grabbing the rope, as the referee begins to separate the two, in which Samael is reluctant to break the hold. Though, the referee is successful in his venture to break apart the fast paced action.

The action now resumes, as Ante Whitner and Samael Ahriman lock up once more. Samael, quickly utilises his Judo experience once more, as he is able to quickly diffuse all of Ante’s grappling prowess, as he now has the advantage once more. Samael, locks his arms around the neck of Ante Whitner. Samael places his left arm around the legs of Ante Whitner, as he begins to lift him in the air, for a suplex maneuver. As he is held straight in the air, Ante notices an opening in the hold, and jumps out of it. Samael is somewhat surprised, though, Ante delivers a devastating kick to the jaw of Samael Ahriman. The kick delivers more-so than just a devastating blow, but the momentum begins to swing, from Samael, to Ante. Ante quickly responds with a series of strong facial punches, finished off with a european uppercut that sends the veteran crashing to the mat.

Samael, groggily, gets back up, using the ropes for support. Ante Whitner quickly smirks, as he decides upon further inflicting damage to the veteran. Ante begins to run towards Ahriman again with the same speed and adrenaline as before, though Ahriman somehow ducks and pulls down the top rope, as Ante is soon flung over the top rope. His skull crashing atop the floor, as he appears to be nearly incapacitated.

Samael Ahriman regains his composure inside the ring, as he is finally upright, having utilised the ropes to regain his posture. Outside of the ring, Ante Whitner is struggling to get up, but eventually gets up, nonetheless. A mystic smirk is seen on Samael Ahriman’s face, with nearly indistinguishable confidence that had been seen on Ante’s face prior to his failure. Samael begins to sling himself off of the back ropes, running with insane velocity towards the downed Ante Whitner. He grips both hands on the top rope, as somehow, his entire body flips in a pure display of athleticism; his legs land upon the neck of Ante Whitner, as both crash back onto the ground. The ‘Topé con Giro’ technique is hit, as nearly the entire audience is in awe of the near gravity defying maneuver.

“Holy sh*t!” chants reverberate throughout the arena, as the both competitors attempt to enter the ring. Samael Ahriman arrives first, as he rolls through, clenching his back as he now finds himself in an upright position. Ante Whitner follows him, as the two resume their battle inside the ring.

Samael Ahriman reinvigorates the battle by delivering a devastating chop to the chest of Ante Whitner, who stumbles. The sound is echoed all throughout the arena, as Ante responds with a furious array of chops of his own. He swings his arm backwards, as he swings at the chest of Ahriman.

“ONE!”

The fans relentlessly chant as Ante’s chop penetrates the chest of the veteran.

“TWO!”

“THREE!”

“FOUR!”

“FIVE!”

“SIX!”

“SEVEN!”

“EIGHT!”

“NINE!”

“TEN!”

Samael Ahriman stumbles back, his chest a burning red, as he holds it in unrelenting pain. Samael’s facial expression is surprised, as if he did not know that Ante was capable of inflicting so much pain on a veteran, such as himself. Ante, realises that this may be his last opening available to quickly win the match. Considering his failed previous attempts, he first re-thinks his strategy, and begins to plant his feet, as he spins around with near elegance, lifting his leg high up into the air. The kick is aimed directly at the temple of Samael Ahriman’s head. Samael, notices the kick far too late, and is punished for his arrogance, as he is hit with a devastating roundhouse kick, that leaves him nearly collapsed upon the mat.

Ante Whitner rapidly drops to the mat alongside Samael Ahriman, and he rolls over the leg of Ahriman, rapidly waving his arm as he begins to signal for a pin-count. The referee quickly follows and begins his count.


...ONE…

...TWO…

...THREE…

The referee signals for the bell.

*Ding Ding*

Christa Adina: And the winner of this match, by way of pinfall, he is the current reigning WFWF National champion, ‘The Bloodied Eagle,’ ANTE WHITNER!

Ante Whitner, struggles to get up, and is heavily reliant on the support of the referee. Despite the experience difference between the two, both showed that they are very capable competitors, and that Ante Whitner, is someone to fear in the coming events. Knowingly, Antel accepted his win over a much more experienced competitor with a grin, as his arm is lifted as the victor. His theme song begins to blast all throughout the arena, as he grins, as if he has proved the validity of his WFWF National Title reign.

“Beware” hits the speakers for the second time tonight and out comes Tugarin Zmey and DMK. DMK is missing the suit jacket he had on early but he is still repping the Superstar of the Year award and the WFWF Tag Team title. Samael is in the corner after the match, staring at the duo as they walk to the ring. They enter the ring and stand in the between Ante and Samael. DMK begin exchanging words while Zmey stares a hole in Whitner. Tension seems to be building between DMK and Samael at one end and between Zmey and Whitner in the other as the two haven’t taken their eyes off of each other yet. DMK walks up to Samael after an exchange of a few words, DMK walks away and towards Whitner. DMK walks up and extends his hand while saying something that isn’t quite picked up. Whitner is still looking at the Dragon in the mask, after a moment he looks down to DMK. A second later he grabs DMK and the two embrace in a midget man hug. DMK is all smiles as all four men leave the ring together.

[Drakz]

Chase Landon is sitting on a chair in the locker room. Jayson Garrett walks up and sits next to him. In his hand is a rock. The same rock Chase gave Garrett.

Garrett: "Chase, I can't do this anymore."

Chase: "What do you mean?"

Garrett: "This rock business."

Chase: "It's not-"

Garrett: "Spare me the 'it's not a rock, it's a badge' nonsense. I'm done. I'm giving it back to you now."

Chase: "I thought I could trust you to hold onto it."

Garrett: "I did hold onto it and you were distracted and cost us the tag titles."

Chase: "I'm sorry."

Garrett: "Sorry isn't going to get our titles back. Take this stupid rock and obsess over it on your own time. Don't ever let it impact you out in that ring again."

Garrett handed the rock to Chase who reluctantly took it.

Chase: "I'm still sorry."

Garrett nodded his head and got up. He stared at Chase for a moment and left the locker room.

Chase popped out of his chair and ran to put the rock in his bag.

Alecia Matthews: Fans, as we close in our huge triple threat main event between Kirkbride, Bishop, and Zmey, this upcoming match will more than likely determine the next title contenders for the new champions, The KoKaine Konspiracy. Cam, what's your thoughts on this?

Cameron Stone: Well Alecia, Samael Ahriman used to be our co commentator, and because of that I've gotten to know him very well. Of course I'm very familiar with Turgain Zmey having faced him twice. But I really respect SOS for coming to my aide when I need them. And the former champions need no introduction, so this should start the year off right. I'm excited to see the tag team division finally start to get some compelling matchups!

Alecia Matthews: To add to your point Cam that while it hasn't been formally announced, this certainly has a number one contenders vibe to it. I expect that both teams are taking that into consideration as we send it up to Christa Adina for the introductions for our co-main event of the evening.

Cameras shift to the ring, where Christa Adina is standing with mic in hand.

Christa Adina: The following tag team contest is scheduled for one fall and is your co-main event of the evening!

"Humble Yourself" by Sinister Music hit as Chase makes his way to the ring at a slow pace and with a stern look on his face. Half way down the aisle he pauses, points to the sky and bows his head. He continues walking to the ring with his head bowed.

Christa Adina: Introducing team number one. First, from Everett, Washington, weighing in at 213 pounds. He is Chase Landon!

He rolls into the ring and springs up. He points at each corner of the ring and again points to the sky. He bows his head and the lights go out for five seconds.

"This Will Be the Day" by hits over the PA and the lights turn darker. The first guitar rift kicks in and Garrett steps out and flings the hood of his red zip-up hoodie off. Garrett psyches himself up while walking down the ramp and stops right before the chorus hits.

Christa Adina: And his tag team partner, from Sacramento, California, weighing in at 230 pounds. He is the "Golden Boy" Jayson Garrett!

When it does hit, Garrett runs and slides into the ring and leaps to the far corner's second turnbuckle, throwing his jacket off in front of the announcer's table. He repeats to the other turnbuckle closest to the announcer's table and screams "I am golden!" before stepping back down off the turnbuckle and into his corner.

"WAKE UP!"

The loud proclamation of Avery Watts as "Our World" begins and causes the crowd to fire up in cheers as the spotlights focus on the entrance ramp for a few seconds. A camera catches Josh Dean up a the top of the stairs in the crowd. The camera pans around to see Dave on the other side, making his descent down through the crowd.

Christa Adina: And their opponents, weighing in at a total combined weight of 495 pounds. Dave Demento, "The Franchise" Josh Dean, SOS!

The go through the crowd, slapping hands with fans until they reach the ground. Dave climbs over the retaining wall first and stands on the outside, starring into the ring. Josh dive rolls over the wall and they climb the opposite stairs to the ring apron. As they enter the ring, Hollywood Unhinged look on in their corner. They each climb the nearest turnbuckle and Dave throws both hands up as Josh adopts his spread arm pose before climbing down while the music fades.

*DING DING!*

Josh stands firm in the center of the ring and motions for Chase Landon to get into the ring. Admist the jawing, Josh screams.

"Prove yourself to me!"

Chase waves it of and Jayson says he's got this and starts off the match with Josh. They circle the center and lock up, collar and elbow. Jayson gets the quick advantage with a side headlock. Josh fights the hands and spins into a hammerlock. Jayson grabs the head and Josh wrenches the hammerlock forcing Jayson to double under and look for a leg. A back elbow scores and Josh releases into the side headlock. Sacrifice roll coming but Josh stays with the headlock and ends up on top, wrenching and looking to force Jayson's shoulders to the mat. He gets it and the ref slides in for the count.

1.

Jason kicks out into a head scissors. Josh kips up and meets Jayson on the scramble with a deep armdrag. Jayson is back up and Josh with a second deep armdrag. Back up and Jayson ducks low, ankle pick single. He has the leg and steps over, looking Figure Four early, but Josh kicks him off. Josh motions for Jayson to come into his guard and Jayson wisely backs away. Jayson looks to get the charge as Josh gets to his feet and Josh ole's him into the ropes. On the rebound, Josh catches Jayson in the gut with a spinning back kick. European Uppercut scores and drops Jayson! Josh with the cover,

1....

Kick out by Jayson!

Josh picks up Jayson and steps under with an arm wringer. Controlling the wrist with in outside flex, Josh backs up to his corner and tags in Big Dave. Dave comes into the ring and scores with a big knee lift to the exposed ribs. Heavy right hand sends Jayson back peddling to the ropes. Dave sends Jayson into the ropes and on the rebound presses Jayson overhead and drops him with a press slam! Jayson arches his back but he stumbles up his feet and Dave knocks him down with a clothesline. Jason pops up and Dave hooks him, pops the hips, tossing him overhead with a Belly to Belly Suplex! Jayson lands near his corner and Chase tags himself in. Chase enters the ring and charges, but Big Dave takes him over with a huge hip toss! Chase pops back up and Dave crashes into him with a high back elbow in the corner. Dave scoops him up, looking powerslam and Chase escapes out the back door and shoves Dave towards his corner. Blind tag by Josh and he springboards to the top rope, connecting with a huge missile dropkick that sends Chase sprawling out of the ring! Chase looks to call a timeout and Jayson drops off the apron as Hollywood Unhinged looks to regroup. Josh sprints toward them and Dave elevates him over the top rope with a high back body drop that Josh turns into a BEAUTIFUL SOMERSAULT PLANCHA, CRASHING INTO THE FORMER CHAMPS! F*CK YEAH!

Alecia Matthews: SOS is rolling!

Cameron Stone: The haven't even let the former champions get out of the gate!

Josh grabs Chase and pulls him to his feet, rolling him into the ring. Josh slides in and Chase is trying to beg him off but Josh uses laser focus as he catches Chase's attempt of a cheap kick from his back. Brutally stiff roundhouse kicks to the thigh and Josh is looking to knot up that front leg. Chase pushes Josh away and scrambles to his feet. A rake to the eyes stops the onslaught. Chase steps under with an arm wringer and drops him with a blistering short arm clothesline! He drags Josh by the arm and tags Jayson in. Chase pulls Josh to his feet and Jayson scoops Josh up and plants him with the Royal Monarchy (Upside Down Frown), following it up with a stalling kneedrop to the head. Jayson stands up and drops a quick kneedrop to the head. He looks for the cover on Josh,

1.....

2.....

Kick out by Josh!

Jayson stays on the pressure, mounting Josh and going off with a ground and pound flurry. Josh covers up and looks to roll Jayson and does, landing in Jayson's guard. Ring position isn't favorable because Jayson reaches out an tags Chase in. Chase comes in and clubs the back of Josh. He hits the ropes and cracks Josh with a knee trembler as he stands up. Josh's head snaps back and Chase takes him up with a belly to back suplex, but Josh flips out. He looks to roll out of the Hollywood Unhinged corner, but Jayson knees him in the back. Dave tries to reason with the ref, but instead provides a big distraction and Hollywood Unhinged takes advantage as Chase batters Josh with heavy punches in the corner while Jayson CHOKES HIM WITH THE TAG ROPE! WHAT THE F*CK!

Alecia Matthews: It's old school, but still effective tactics by the former champions. Josh Dean is taking a beating!

Cameron Stone: He needs to get out of the corner fast before Hollywood Unhinged gets too much momentum!

As the ref turns back around, Jayson releases the tag ropes. Josh staggers out of the corner and Chase looks for the cover,

1....

2......

Kick out by Josh.

Chase pulls him and tags in Jayson. Chase with a whip into the ropes and Jayson scores with tilt a whirl backbreaker! Josh arches his back in pain as Jayson stalks over him, putting the boots to him as he continues the bad mouth. Josh lands a stiff kick to the jaw from his back as he tries to fight out. He gets to his feet and scores with a back elbow to Chase, but Jayson wisely drives him back into the corner. Dave climbs into the ring and looks to help his partner and gets one good shot on Jayson before the gets in between them and pushes Dave back to his corner. Fake tag and Chase enters the mix.

Alecia Matthews: Wake up ref, that wasn't a real tag!

Chase with a huge kick to the midsection of Josh, then follows it up with a Side Russian Legsweep. Tag to Jayson and Jayson hops over the top rope. He springboards to the second rope and hits a moonsault. Cover,

1......

2.....

Kick out by Josh!

Jayson looks frustrated, but Chase reminds him to stay calm, and calls for the tag. Jayson tags Chase in and Chase climbs to the top rope. He looks to measure Josh and jumps off the top rope. Knee coming but he whiffs! Chase rolls up to his feet and Josh makes him pay with a snap scoop powerslam! Josh is hurting, but is clawing over to his corner. Jayson climbs into the ring and charges across the ring and knocks Dave off the apron with a running missile dropkick! Josh looks up and Jayson picks him up, hitting the Sacramento Trio (Triple German) before heading back to the corner. Chase gets the quick tag to Jayson, who enters the ring and motions to put it away with the Golden Eye... but takes too long, allowing Josh to roll him up, small package..

1.....

2......Chase breaks up the count!

Chase picks Josh up and throws him shoulder first through the turnbuckle into the post! The nasty thud sounds off as Josh collapses out of the corner. Jayson is back up and grabs a gutwrench, popping the hips and taking Josh over with a gutwrench suplex. Jayson gets to his feet and taunts Dave as he finally climbs to the apron. Josh stumbles into the neutral corner and Jayson charges in, looking for a high knee combo, but Josh uses a burst of energy to PLANT HIM WITH A DESPERATION URANAGE!

Cameron Stone: This is Josh's chance!

Alecia Matthews: Dave Demento is chomping at the bit to get into this match! He's so close!

Josh and Jayson labor toward their respective corners where their partners are awaiting the tag. AND THEY GOT IT! JOSH TO DAVE, JAYSON TO CHASE! Both men get into the ring, but it's Dave that's a house of fire! He drops Chase with a big clothesline. Chase pops up and Dave plants him with a big scoop slam. Chase is back up, back peddling to the neutral corner. Here comes Dave, full head of steam, right into a well timed elbow from Chase. Chase comes out the corner looking clothesline of his own, but Dave ducks it. BREAKING BAD ( HALF NELSON BACKBREAKER)! Dave with the cover,

1.....

2.......

Kick out by Chase!

Dave picks him back up, and Chase goes to the eyes with a nasty rake. Chase picks Dave up and hits an inverted atomic drop, followed by a stiff knife edge chop. Chase looks for a monkey flip, Dave blocks it and shoves Chase off into the ropes, catching him on the rebound with a head and arm capture suplex! Dave backs up in the neutral corner, mentioning for the Viking Spear. He charges out of the corner and Chase stops him dead in his tracks with a stiff kick to the face! Chase moves to the turnbuckle and jumps off, catching Dave in the side of the head with a flying knee strike! Cover,

1....

2.....

DAVE KICKS OUT!

Chase immediately picks Dave up, looking for perhaps the Stalling Falcon Arrow, but Dave is able to block the lift. A second lift is blocked, and Dave takes Chase over with a big vertical suplex of his own. Dave is up and scoops Chase up, possibly looking for the Fall From Grace, but Chase slides out the back door and shoves Dave into the Hollywood Unhinged corner. Tag to Jayson as Chase rolls Dave up. Dave rolls through but didn't see the tag, and Jayson BLASTS HIM WITH A BASEMENT SUPERKICK!

Alecia Matthews: Dave could be out! Here's the cover, 1, 2 and NO! Dave Demento is still in this!

Jayson is livid as Dave is still down on the mat. Jayson drags his carcass over toward the corner and looks to cap it off with EGADS, but Dave cuts him off with a forearm to the back. He hoists him, crucifix style and looks to plant him in the mat, but Jayson reverses with a hurricanrana. Jayson is up to his feet and charges Dave, but eats nothing but turnbuckle! Dave charges off and drills Jayson with a brutal Lariat! Chase comes into the ring, but is cut off with the Rise Bomb (Sky High) by Josh! Josh heads to the apron as Dave hooks Jayson and lifts him vertically. Josh springboards to the top rope and THEY HIT THE CALL FOR HELP (ORANGE CRUSH/SPRINGBOARD BLOCKBUSTER)! DAVE HAS THE PIN,

1...

2....

3!

Christa Adina: Here are your winners, SOS!

Josh and Dave meet in the middle of the ring, celebrating the huge win! They motion with their hands that they will be the next tag team champions as Jayson rolls out of the ring, where Chase helps his partner up.

We cut to the back to see Daniel Knight stood with WFWF World Heavyweight Champion and Superstar of the Year 2014, Drakz. Drakz is all smiles but has clearly just come from the doctor’s office as his ribs are taped and his shirt still off. Combined with the stitches in his head he looks somewhat worse for wear.

Daniel Knight: Folks I’m here with WFWF World Heavyweight Champion Drakz. Now everyone is dying to know what’s going through your head regarding the somewhat bizarre announcement that you will be facing DMK in Seattle next show, and the attack that followed.

Drakz: Danny boy. What needs saying? I think my beaming smile says it all don’t you? In Seattle I’ll finally get to road test my newest line of merchandise………the baby grow.

Drakz holds up a black baby grow with two white words written across it:

“COKE BADGER”

Drakz: I think this is Donnie’s size, don’t y…..

Drakz is cut off mid word as a Flash like blur comes smashing into the scene, immediately taking Drakz to the ground with a forearm. It takes only a moment to realize it's Phillip Schneider. Schneider mounts Drakz, punching at his forehead for a moment, wincing in pain after only a few shots. Schneider pulls away, getting back to his feet with Drakz’s head lacerated on the floor once more. Schneider has opened the fresh wound on his hand from the Awards Show Massacre once more as well.

Phillip Schneider: Do you see me now, Drakz?? AM I A THREAT TO YOU NOW, DRAKZ?

Clearly unhappy about Drakz’s earlier comparison to DMK, Schneider pulls Drakz to a vertical base, Drakz's crimson mask immediately leaving a lasting impression on Schneider's already blood spattered shirt. Schneider quickly sweeps Drakz's legs, slamming him face first into a catering table with an STO. Drakz tries to grab at the table for traction, unfortunately only catching the tablecloth and clearing the contents of the table onto himself. Drakz is bleeding all over the floor, security and WFWF personnel surrounding the bludgeoned Heavyweight Champion of the World.

Phillip Schneider: Match of the Year huh?

Schneider makes another lunge at Drakz, security getting between the two. Schneider laughs a bit as he walks away from the carnage he's just caused.

[Drakz]

A blinding, white light emanates from the stage as "Alive" by P.O.D. blares out throughout the arena. Daniel Kirkbride dives out from behind the curtain into the light, his arms spread wide, turning on the spot to take in the entire atmosphere of the packed house. He pauses on the stage, raising both hands to the sky as he hangs his head momentarily, before clenching his hands into fists, throwing a right fisted punch into the air before him as he begins making his way down the ramp, refusing to pass by a single outstretched hand for a high five as he approaches the ringside area.

Christa Adina: Ladies and gentlemen the following is your main event of the evening and is a triple threat match scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from Austin, Texas, weighing in at 220lbs. Daniel Kirkbriiiide!

Ascending the ring steps, he climbs the outside ring post, pausing with one foot on the top turnbuckle, one on the second, and points both fingers again toward the sky before dropping into the ring, arms spread wide once more, as if to almost embrace the crowd cheering his arrival.

The arena lights go out, for a few seconds complete silence sweeps over the WFWF fans. Then 'Lose It' blasts around the arena, as Joe Bishop emerges in the entrance way to a heated response. The current International Champion looks completely focused on the task at hand as he marches down the ramp, his eyes drawn to the ring.

Christa Adina: And his first opponent, from Wimbledon, England, weighing 195lbs, he is your current WFWF International Champion, Jooooooe Bishop!

The Englishman doesn't allow the tirade of abuse he's receiving distract him from the task at hand, he climbs up the ring steps and enters the ring. Bishop moves into the corner opposite Kirkbride and eyes him up, being sure to not keep his back turned to what’s about to come down the ramp.

INSERT ZMEY ENTRANCE

The ref, standing between all three men, waves them in and the bell rings;

*DING DING*

For the opening moments of the match we have a Mexican stand off on our hands. Bishop and Kirkbride eye up one another, whilst constantly flicking toward Zmey. Zmey simply stands.

As if an unspoken deal was agreed both Kirkbride and Bishop charge The Dragon and begin laying fists and forearms into any part of Zmey without teeth. Zmey is quick to retaliate though, simply grabbing both men by the throats and lifting them from their feet.

Alecia Matthews: The strength on display here is ridiculous!

Cameron Stone: You want to hear a f*cked up fact?

Alecia Matthews: Hit me.

Cameron Stone: Bishop and Kirkbride together weigh the same as Zmey. Down to the pound.

Alecia Matthews: Jesus!

Tugarin tosses Kirkbride bouncing, gut first, onto the ropes, leaving him slumped on the apron, and then, with Bishop still up off his feet, begins laying in blows of his own.

Alecia Matthews: The champ looks like a rag doll in his hands!

Cameron Stone: Another fun fact?

Alecia Matthews: Why not?

Cameron Stone: Whilst Bishop and Kirkbride both stand 6’1”, Zmey is an entire 12 inches taller at 7’1”.

Alecia Matthews: I can see a KKK t shirt making reference to that fact but somehow involving DMK’s penis.

Cameron Stone: Back to the match. Back to the match!

Zmey now puts his free hand under Bishops body and hauls him up into a press. Kirkbride is on his feet on the apron and Zmey turns toward him. Kirkbride jumps to the top rope but Zmey tosses Joe directly at him. Kirkbride leaps, tucking his knees, right over the projectile International Champ and drives into Zmey’s chest with a meteora.

Cameron Stone: Did you see that! Oh my God!

Alecia Matthews: Daniel Kirkbride everyone! Wait…….oh dear no.

Zmey has born the brunt of the huge impact and holds Kirkbride tightly against his chest, he then runs and hits a huge buckle bomb on Daniel.

Alecia Matthews: Did anyone see how Bishop landed? He ended up down on the thin mats out on the concrete.

Cameron Stone: Tugarin Zmey is dominating from the opening bell folks. Having experienced The Dragon first hand I can say that this isn’t going to get pretty any time soon.

Zmey hits a big running splash in the corner on Kirkbride and stays tight against the turnbuckle with him. He then whips Kirkbride across the ring, hard into the opposite buckles. Kirkbride hits it with such force that he falls to his knees and then flat on the canvas. Bishop is now up and he climbs to the top rope. Zmey turns to watch him climb but stays put. Bishop jumps at him looking for a cross body but again Zmey catches an air born opponent as though setting up for a fall away slam.

Cameron Stone: And again The Dragon does not give an inch!

This time though Kirkbride from a crouching position lands a dropkick to Zmey’s knee that buckles it, allowing Bishop to follow through and hold for a pin.

… 1 …

Zmey tosses Bishop off of him and climbs to his feet but Kirkbride is already running the ropes and whilst Zmey is only to a knee he hits a lightning fast yakuza kick to the side of Zmey’s head. Zmey doesn’t budge but he stalls in rising. Bishop knows the MO and is already running the ropes himself, following up with a running knee. Zmey wobbles.

Alecia Matthews: Is this working?

Again Kirkbride hits a running boot and this time Zmey falls back a little, holding himself up with an arm. Bishop charges The Dragon again with another driving knee strike, this time pushing beyond his target and ending up behind the stunned Tugarin Zmey. He holds his arms in a full nelson to haul this giant man to his feet. For a moment this opens him up for Kirkbride to run in one last time hitting a high, flipping drop kick to Zmey. At the same time Bishop releases the hold, spins around to The Dragon’s front and follows the dropkick with a clothesline that tumbles both he and Zmey over the tope rope, spilling to the floor.

Cameron Stone: The behemoth that is Tugarin Zmey is down! There’s no way this camaraderie can last though.

With Zmey stirring and Bishop out of the way, Kirkbride hypes the fans and then yet again runs the ropes, this time diving through them and hitting a tope suicida on Zmey, knocking him back into the guard wall. Kirkbride is on his feet and celebrating a clean hit but Joe Bishop runs the length of the apron and in a half baseball slide, half running dropkick like strike wipes Daniel out.

Cameron Stone: Told you.

Bishop gets back up and goes for Zmey, who is slumped on the guard wall. Bishop lays in a few shots and then tries to Irish whip Zmey into another section of the wall. Zmey instead reverses but instead of letting go, pulls Bishop back toward him again and shoulder tosses him over head, dropping him half on the apron edge before ricocheting to the ground.

Alecia Matthews: Every single thing this man does is high impact. There literally hasn’t been a move Zmey has executed yet that didn’t almost end this match.

Cameron Stone: It’s insane.

Tugarin goes back for Kirkbride but he rolls into the ring. The Dragon of course, follows. Zmey reaches down and picks his opponent up. Kirkbride tries to break free by landing short, sharp punches to the ribs of Tugarin but to little effect. Zmey lays a headbutt on Kirkbride that reels him before whipping him into the ropes and hitting a picture perfect tilt a whirl backbreaker.

He covers.

… 1 …

… 2 …

Kirkbride kicks out.

Cameron Stone: Zmey looking to end this thing whilst Bishop is incapacitated out side.

Tugarin lifts Kirkbride to a standing base before wrapping his tree trunk like arms around his opponents abdomen and heaving upwards into a bear hug.

Alecia Matthews: This can’t last long. He’s going to crush the kid!

Zmey does not let up and he squeezes Daniel with an inhuman strength. As Kirkbride catches a second wind he tries to fight The Dragon off with some shots to the face but Zmey simply begins flailing him around until he seems to lose consciousness. The referee takes Kirkbride’s arm and raises it. It drops.

Alecia Matthews: That’s one.

He raises it again. It drops.

Cameron Stone: This could be it!

As the referee goes to grab his arm a third time Joe Bishop comes flying into the ring with a springboard rolling senton that takes out the referee more than it breaks the hold.

Alecia Matthews: This is supposed to be a straight up wrestling match but I suppose the referee can’t really disqualify anyone to decide a winner.

Cameron Stone: The fact Bishop knows that may have just saved him a loss.

Zmey drops Kirkbride to the mat and grabs for Bishop but Joe is quick to slide out of the ring under the bottom rope, narrowly escaping his grasp. Zmey moves across the ring and reaches down, over the ropes, for the International Champion’s hair. Bishop springs up though and hits Zmey as hard as he can with the title belt’s face plate.

Alecia Matthews: He must have moved the belt before he broke the bear hug up.

Cameron Stone: The kid’s got wiles.

Zmey staggers back clutching at his mask and Bishop follows up, not wasting this moment. He spring boards again, with the belt in hand, and hits The Dragon with the championship, this time flooring him.

Alecia Matthews: My God he’s actually knocked Tugarin down!

Bishop drops the belt and scrambles to the top turnbuckle. With a real focus he jumps and hits his version of the 450 splash, Decido Spiritus on the downed Zmey. The ref struggles to crawl across the ring to begin counting.

… 1 …

… 2 …

Zmey doesn’t kick out, he simply sits up. Joe rolls away from him and looks on in despair at the robot he has to defeat. Snatching up the belt again he runs and using the title as a spear head he hits a shining wizard on Zmey. He drags himself to his feet as quickly as possible, using the ropes, but before he can capitalise any further Daniel Kirkbride springs from no where with The New Covenant jumping cutter and hooks Joe’s leg.

… 1 …

… 2 …

Bishop kicks out!

Cameron Stone: It came out of no where but very nearly changed the course of this man’s career.

Alecia Matthews: The only way these two can win is by pinning one another. I think they realise that. Let me rephrase, I HOPE they realise that.

Kirkbride brings Bishop to his feet and begins hitting him with fore arms that stagger him. Bishop then returns with a flurry of his own strikes. The two men begin to will one another on in their attacks but they are stopped abruptly when The Dragon, with a running Mongolian chop, takes out both men. Bishop catches the worst of it while Kirkbride is able to escape to the apron. He moves away from Tugarin as Bishop is brought upright, only to be scooped up and held upside down in a suplex.

Cameron Stone: He could be going for that brainbuster.

Bishop knees up/down/who cares and hits Zmey in the crown of his head. He delivers two more stiff knees and then slips out the back of the hold, stumbling backwards but also pulling Zmey with him by the waistband. Bishop bakckwards rolls and as though trying a roll up pin takes Zmey with him. Their momentum sends Zmey out of the ring under the middle rope and he lands very awkwardly on the floor. Bishop has been steamrolled in the process as over 400lbs of dead weight rolled over him but he clings to the ropes for dear life.

Alecia Matthews: Zmey landed nastily on his neck just then.

Kirkbride is back in the ring and he charges Bishop with a regimented clothesline, followed by a strike and then an Irish whip across the ring. Bishop hits the corner and Kirkbride follows up with a second rope, step up kick to the back of his skull. As Bishop staggers back out into the ring Kirkbride finishes the combo with a bulldog before pinning.

… 1 …

… 2 …

Bishop kicks out!

Kirkbride doesn’t wait around as he picks Bishop back up but Bishop hits a low blow on Daniel that turns the tables. With Kirkbride down Bishop drags himself from his knees to his feet and notices Zmey pulling himself upright with the guard wall outside the ring. A sudden sense of urgency energises Bishop and he grabs the International Title yet again!

Alecia Matthews: The belt has been the story of this match ever since it was introduced. Surely he can’t win it this way?

Cameron Stone: All I know is he has to do it fast as Zmey has now wobbled to his feet holding his neck. It’s a miracle he’s even conscious after that fall.

Bishop urges Kirkbride to stand up, stalking him with the belt and constantly turning to look on Zmey’s position. Kirkbride is up and Bishop takes the swing. Kirkbride ducks the shot and then…..The New Covenant! He dives on Bishop as Zmey mounts the apron.

… 1 …

… 2 …

… 3 …

*DING DING*

Christa Adina: The winner of this match, Daniel Kiiiiirkbridiiiide!

Cameron Stone: He did it! Daniel Kirkbride has beaten Joe Bishop and allowed The Dragon to watch. This is massive!

Alecia Matthews: He had the odds stacked against him in those closing moments but Kirkbride has yet again blown a huge hole in the rankings with this victory. What a match!

And then “Shoot the War Pigz” hits the speakers as Trace Demon, Kyle Matthews and Jason Anders emerge onto the stage. Daniel Kirkbride decides not to take the risk after such a big match and rolls out of the ring while Tugarin Zmey climbs off of the apron deciding that conflict is not in the best interests of the KKK here tonight. Joe Bishop meanwhile stirs in the ring as he sees who is coming.


Alecia Matthews: What are the Final Revolution doing out here, their boy lost.


Cameron Stone: Well we haven’t publicly heard from Trace yet about his loss at The Clash, I figure that might have something to do with it.


With the ring cleared of everybody but Joe Bishop the Final Revolution make their way to the ring, Trace and Anders entering while Kyle Matthews walks around, grabbing a microphone and the International Championship. He enters the ring, handing the microphone over to Trace and the title to Joe as he helps his fallen ally up to his feet. Bishop looks crushed at the loss but that’s not the order of business right now as Trace Demon takes centre stage.


Trace Demon: At The Clash… I lost.


The crowd cheer loudly at that, knowing full well that Trace Demon failed in his efforts to regain the WFWF World Heavyweight Championship.


Alecia Matthews: You know that’s got to hurt to admit.


Cameron Stone: Trace doesn’t like losing at the best of times, the fact he lost to Drakz, forget about it.


Trace Demon: I’m not ashamed to admit it, I lost to Drakz in dubious circumstances but a loss is a loss. I’m not ashamed of that… what I am ashamed of is each and everyone one of you.


A boo erupts around the crowd as he points at them.


Trace Demon: When I lost to Drakz you cheered, you cheered because you’re still blind to the truth. What is it about you all that blinds you to what Lila Sleater is doing to this company? Why can’t you see that we’re trying to save everything that we’ve worked so hard for? Everything we’ve done has been to keep this company alive but you refuse to see it!


He looks absolutely furious and the crowd are a little bit taken aback by the passion in his voice. They can’t even bring themselves to boo him.


Trace Demon: We only want to save this company. We’re not here for destroy it, we’re not here for power, we’re not here to cheat our way to the top, we are here to save everything we have worked for. This company needs this revolution and this revolution needs us.


It’s at this point that Joe Bishop steps forwards, asking for the microphone.


Alecia Matthews: Guess Joe has something he wants to say.


Cameron Stone: Well after losing just now it’ll be interesting to get his thoughts on Trace’s spiel.


Trace Demon reluctantly hands over the microphone and takes a step back, giving Joe the floor. Bishop looks out at the crowd and then down at his feet, he seems reluctant. He slowly lifts the microphone up.


Joe Bishop: This revolution does need something… but it isn’t you.


And then he swivels around and clocks Trace Demon right in the skull with the microphone drawing a monumental gasp from the crowd!


Alecia Matthews: What in the-


Trace Demon collapses to the canvas as Joe Bishop looks down at him, the crowd still in shock. Kyle Matthews steps forwards and goes to strike out at Bishop but the International Champion is that little bit quicker as he slams the microphone right into the forehead of Kyle Matthews as well. As if to prove a point Bishop drops down onto his knees and begins smashing the microphone into Kyle’s head over and over again.


Alecia Matthews: Joe Bishop has lost his mind!


Cameron Stone: Maybe, maybe this is something else entirely.


Jason Anders watches the beating and then gathers his senses and finds the balls to step in, pulling Joe off of Kyle. Joe raises his hand at Anders but stops when Jason flinches back. Kyle Matthews face looks like a pulp of blood and flesh, a crimson mask coating a mush of visceral brutality. Joe throws the microphone away and then looks across to Trace Demon as the King of Demons slowly rises to his feet. Bishop picks up the International Championship he dropped when he struck Trace and then charges at him, slamming the title across the forehead and knocking his likely now-former mentor out cold.


Alecia Matthews: I can’t believe what we’re seeing.


Cameron Stone: I didn’t know Bishop had this in him.


The crowd are in stunned silence as we survey the state of the ring. Kyle Matthews lies in a bloody heap, Jason Anders stares at the carnage, Trace Demon lies at the feet of his attacker, unconscious. And that attacker? Joe Bishop, standing tall among it all with his head held high and the International Championship over his shoulder. As the crowd remain shocked we slowly fade to black on this shocking, and possibly game-changing, sight.

[Drakz]

There it is. Huge thank you to everyone who turned stuff in and of course Proggy for the poster.

Matches: Axel Thornstowe, Dex & Joshua Dean.

Segs: Kyzer, Stan McMann, Axle Aomori, Joe Bishop, Phillip Schneider, Axel Thornstowe & Chase Landon

I think this was a hugely successful show as we got 100% turn out (again), we also had more segs turned in to advance story lines etc than I've seen in a long time, AND to top it all off we got some really brilliant RPs out of it.

Congrats to all the winners, and the new card will be up soon.

[Drakz]

Also Markw can you sticky this please?

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My beautiful manly swear words.

[DJS]

I'm a Stan McMann mark now. Push this man to the moon.

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Great show. Loved every match, pretty pleased with how I wrote mine.

[Deleted]

The first McMann RP is going to be incredible. Great showing lads.

[Devilkiller]

I don't take credit for the match, I let Thornstowe write it. Give him the recognition.

Good job to everyone. Great show and I'm psyched for the next one.

[Devilkiller]

Jan 26, 2015 13:15:38 GMT -5 DJS said:

I'm a Stan McMann mark now. Push this man to the moon.

This man deserves a title match. Make it a triple threat! #HijackWFWF

[Drakz]

Jan 26, 2015 15:43:29 GMT -5 Devilkiller said:

I don't take credit for the match, I let Thornstowe write it. Give him the recognition.

Good job to everyone. Great show and I'm psyched for the next one.

Sh*t, my bad.

Glad to see new people trying their hand at writing matches!

[The Gangsta]

Great show. Stan McMann was awesome.

Can't wait to see where everyone's angles go from here.

[Dex]

Not trying to be an asshat or anything, but Drakz, you could have told me to add commentary. The matches are kind of a dread to read without some essential back story provided by commentary. Good show.

[Drakz]

Sorry mate. If I'd had the energy I'd have done it myself, but last night I was knackered. I'm going to make some kind of thread that includes a list of things people need to include in matches as well as how to format them because it's one kind of pain in the ass to format stuff people send me, however it's a whole different pain in the ass when they send it to me formatted, but done differently to the rest of the show.

[jdfranchise]

Sexuh results guys. This Stan McMann guy is so over already and I love it. Congrats to the winners and everyone that participated. The ending with Bishop turning on TFR has me curious as to what's next there.

[Drakz]

Markw can you move this to the results board please?