WFWF presents "Big Trouble in Little Seattle" - Results

[Drakz]

  


LIVE from the Key Arena, Seattle, Washington!

The WFWF logo emerges from the darkness of the screen and then fades away again.



Along side the music we are greeted by a montage of footage. Dave Demento and Joe Bishop are shown beating the hell out of each other over the course of the last six months.

Demento tosses Bishop into the steel cage wall.

Bishop kicks a steel bar into the back of Demento’s head.

Bishop jumps Demento backstage.

Demento hits the Orange Crush.

Demento sits atop the cage holding the International Title.

Bishop hits the Decido Spiritus off of the roof of a taxi. Then the shot flashes to him holding the International Title aloft.

“Joe, if I lose to you again, I won't challenge for that International belt as long as you hold it.”

We now see both men staring each other down followed by a bright flash of light and a brief shot of DMK stood in front of Tugarin Zmey rubbing his hands together.

The camera cuts live to the Key Arena in Seattle, 17,235 fans cheering as the pyro erupts from the stage.

Alecia Matthews: Welcome folks to Big Trouble in Little Seattle!

Cameron Stone: What a main event we have for you tonight. The end of the road. The rubber match. The absolute end of a rivalry that has burned for months and months. International champion Joe Bishop takes on Dave Demento for the belt one last time!

Alecia Matthews: Keeping with the rematch theme of the night we’ll also see Hollywood unhinged get their chance at retribution as they face the KoKaine Konspiracy, in an attempt to win back the Tag Team Titles.

Cameron Stone: Dex will be facing the man who put him on the shelf for 3 months, Phillip Schneider.

Alecia Matthews: Joshua Dean and Daniel Kirkbride meet again as both men look to continue on their paths to glory.

Cameron Stone: The National Champion Ante Whitner will be in action against the returning, and some what enraged Devilkiller, and debuting Stan McMann will face Axel Thornstowe and opening the show we have Shapiro and XWA stalwarts Axle Aomori and Diamond Jack Sabbath facing off in a triple threat match to decide who gets the next shot at the National Title belt.

Alecia Matthews: Are we forgetting anything?

Cameron Stone: Nope don’t think so……….oh, wait, there is……that match.

Alecia Matthews: I think I’d forced that out of my brain. DO we really have to announce it?

Cameron Stone: It’s kind of our job, wether we like it or not.

Alecia Matthews: Fine. Closing the show this evening, giving as many people as possible the chance to leave after the main event, we have the WFWF World Heavyweight Champion Drakz taking on……God this is ludicrous.

Cameron Stone: Say it.

Alecia Matthews: Taking on DMK.

Cameron Stone: As much of bar lowering moment that will be I for one can’t wait to see Donnie get his ass handed to him.

Alecia Matthews: Please, let’s not talk about it.

Christa Adina: Ladies and gentlemen tonight’s opening contest is a triple threat match scheduled for one fall! Introducing first…


20 seconds after My Time by Soil kicks 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: Hailing from Odessa, Texas, standing 6’0 and weighing 200lbs, please welcome the Hope Dealer… Shapiro!


Alecia Matthews: Shapiro is looking to book himself another National Championship match here, and he’s got to be questioning whether he can do better than the last time.


Cameron Stone: Shapiro put up a good performance but yeah, the guy lost. He’s got to bounce back quickly because the National Championship division isn’t getting any less heated right now.


The One That Kills The Least blares through the sound system as the lights go to a blood red color. Axle slowly walks out from the back to a storm of boos and into a cloud of smoke that has come up from the bottom of the stage. He looks around at the crowd with a smirk on his face as he runs his hand through his hair. As he finishes he begins to walk down the ramp towards the ring slowly ignoring any fans that try to reach out to touch him. As he reaches the bottom of the ramp he sees a fan that has a sign that reads "Axle Sucks," Axle rips the sign out of the fans hand and rips the sign which he throws back into the fans face. Axle walks the final bit of the ramp to reach the floor which he then makes a sharp left towards the steps heading up to the ring, as he reaches them he slowly walks up them step by step, when he finally gets to the apron of the ring he climbs through the top and middle ropes, after he has gotten into the ring he walks towards the ropes and yells different words out into the crowd and smirks, as he finishes yelling into the crowd he heads towards his corner and slides down it into a sitting position.


Christa Adina: And his opponent, from Lafayette, Indianan, weighing 210lbs and standing 6’0… Axle… Aomori!


Alecia Matthews: This is Axle’s debut, and if he can book himself a title match in that debut then he’ll certainly make an impact.


Cameron Stone: He’s got a reputation as an XWA guy, but that doesn’t mean jack here in the WFWF.


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.


Christa 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.


Cameron Stone: Speaking of XWA guys.


Alecia Matthews: Say what you want about their success in other feds, Sabbath has been impressive since his debut here in the XWA and he’s got to be considered the favourite heading into this match.


DING! DING! DING!


The bell rings to signal the start of the contest and the three men eye each other up, all deciding on their first move. Shapiro and Axle take a final glance at each other, seem to nod, and then both charge at Sabbath, leaping up simultaneously and catching the big man in the chest with such force that he’s sent tumbling out of the ring through the middle ropes. The two bounce up to their feet and Shapiro shouts out directions, Aomori liking the idea and running the ropes, rebounding off and then leaping right on over the top rope! He soars down onto Sabbath only for the Innovator of Violence to catch him in mid-air! With Sabbath holding Axle up he suddenly sees Shapiro charging at the ropes and then baseball sliding underneath them to catch Sabbath right in the mid-section with his boots, Sabbath dropping backwards and Aomori landing straight down on the big mans chest!


Alecia Matthews: A surprising display of teamwork from Shapiro and Axle Aomori as they work to take down the big man Jack Sabbath.


Cameron Stone: Sabbath’s got a good five inches on his two opponents tonight and he knows how to use that height and his weight to his advantage. Taking him out early is a good idea.


With Sabbath and Aomori down Shapiro looks to capitalise, grabbing the big man and dragging him up onto his feet, going for a big Irish whip that sends Sabbath crashing back first into the steel ring steps. Jack goes to the ground and Shapiro turns his attention to the rising Aomori, driving his boot into the ribs of the newcomer before rolling him back into the ring. Shapiro follows, driving his boot down into the ribs of the young newcomer before dragging him up onto his feet. He delivers an Irish whip to Aomori that sends him bouncing off of the ropes, the Hope Dealer hauling him up and going for the spinning Samoan drop only for Aomori to literally spin out and land behind Shapiro, hooking both hands around the waist and hauling him up and over with a German suplex!


Alecia Matthews: Great counter by the newcomer Axle Aomori!


Cameron Stone: Got to give it to the kid for that one, he anticipated what was coming and got out of it beautifully.


Shapiro holds the back of his neck from the landing while Aomori leaps out onto the ring apron and climbs the turnbuckle looking to go up top early. As he makes it up to the top turnbuckle he suddenly finds Jack Sabbath on the apron right beside him, the Innovator of Anarchy giving him a hard shove that sends Aomori crashing and burning from the top turnbuckle all the way to the arena floor. The crowd lets out an ooh at what appeared to be a bumpy landing while Sabbath climbs back into the ring, driving his boot right into the side of the head of a now kneeling Shapiro.


Alecia Matthews: Jack Sabbath didn’t stay outside for long, he wants to be involved in this match.


Cameron Stone: He’s not content letting these two duke it out, he wants to be the one dishing out the punishment.


Sabbath drops to his knees beside Shapiro and begins unloading with clubbing blows right down across the head, forcing the official to step in and pull him away due to the obvious breach of wrestling etiquette. Shapiro manages to push himself up to his feet but stumbles, seeing stars after a few stiff shots to the head, and Sabbath lashes out looking for another kick to the head. The Hope Dealer acts on instinct though and ducks underneath it before rolling Sabbath up for a cover…


ONE!


Alecia Matthews: Quick roleup by Shapiro, these relative newcomers are all showing they know what they’re doing in a jam.


TWO!


Cameron Stone: Oh yeah, think it’s easy to say we’ve got some of the most ring-aware competitors in the business.


KICK OUT!


It’s not enough as Sabbath forces Shapiro away from him with the kickout. Both men are up quick but Shapiro’s quicker as he unloads with some vicious body blows before pulling Sabbath in for an attempted belly to belly. Sabbath fires back with a vicious headbutt that rocks Shapiro and draws a cheer from the crowd, they love them some vicious offence. Shapiro staggers backwards as Sabbath doubles him over and pulls him in to setup for the powerbomb. Before he can lift Shapiro up though here comes Axle! Aomori is suddenly on the ring apron and leaps up to springboard off of the ropes and catching Sabbath in the jaw with a knee strike! Sabbath drops to the canvas but before Aomori can go for the cover Shapiro is there, lifting Aomori up, spinning around and this time connecting with the spinning Samoan drop! Shapiro goes for the cover…


ONE!


Alecia Matthews: All three men battling for supremacy but Shapiro’s got the change at the victory right here.


TWO!


Cameron Stone: That can’t be enough to put the newcomer down can it?


KICK OUT!


No it cannot as Aomori shoots a shoulder up with relative ease at the count of two. Shapiro looks disappointed at not getting the win but is determined to win this one and earn himself another title shot. He drags Aomori up to his feet and then grabs the arm, twisting it around and is about to lift the leg up for The Damage Plan when Aomori breaks his grip, leaps up and spikes him to the canvas with a DDT! The crowd flip out at the counter as Aomori struggles to his feet. He sees Sabbath rising up and charges him, catching him in the jaw with a dropkick that sends him to the canvas. Axle again goes to the turnbuckle, climbing out onto the apron and slowly climbing upwards, focused firmly on Shapiro in prime position. Once he reaches the top he slowly stands, composing himself… but taking a second too long as Sabbath shakes the ropes, crotching Aomori on top of them as the crowd gasps!


Cameron Stone: Every man in the building just felt that one.


Axle is leant over on the top turnbuckle as Sabbath takes a step forward and throws his boot up, catching him in the side of the head with a massive Crown Kick! The impact sends Aomori toppling off of the turnbuckle, crashing against the ring apron and then to the floor. Sabbath turns to find Shapiro struggling to his feet and the moment he makes it up Sabbath nails him with a Crown Kick to the side of the head as well! Shapiro drops to the canvas like a rock and Sabbath immediately goes for the cover…


ONE!


Alecia Matthews: And just like that Sabbath knocks out two guys!

TWO!


Cameron Stone: That is one mean kick.


THREE!


DING! DING! DING!


Christa Adina: And your winner and the new number one contender to the National Championship… Diamond Jack Sabbath!


Alecia Matthews: A huge, message-sending victory for Jack Sabbath, he ended that one swift and sweetly.


Cameron Stone: Oh yeah I did not see things ending just like that, goes to show you how killer that Crown Kick really is.


Jack Sabbath taps his boot and then taps his head, smirking to the crowd as they’re split between cheers and boos for the Innovator of Anarchy who just put on a shocking display of how to win a match quickly. Shapiro and Axle Aomori are both still down and out and show no signs of getting up any time soon. Tonight belongs to Jack Sabbath though, the next stop? The WFWF National championship.

[Drakz]

The crowd is jolted right into high gear as the break gives way to the opening guitars of "Alive" by POD, accompanied by an array of blinding white spotlights that signal the arrival of Daniel Kirkbride, who nonchalantly steps out from behind the curtain onto the stage, dressed not for action but for a more casual appearance. Forgoing any showboating that might otherwise accompany him to the ring, he makes his way down the ramp at a casual pace, reaching out to do little more than return the offers for high fives as he passes the fans before a quick stroll up the steel steps brings him up and into the ring. He makes pause to take in the adulation from the crowd as he's handed a microphone, his music dying down with the crowd's response, paving way for him to speak.

Daniel Kirkbride: Look, I don't do this too often, so I'll just get straight to the point. I had every intention of coming out here tonight and reintroducing the world to a man by the name of David Brennan.

The crowd comes absolutely unhinged at the mention of the name of the New Epoch's former workhorse. Daniel surveys the crowd, his eyes narrowed and his face bearing a much more hardened, serious look than usual. Allowing the crowd to get it out of their system, he continues.

Daniel Kirkbride: With no intent of stating the obvious, I'm standing in this ring alone. Without getting into all the gory details, I'll leave you with the knowledge that David Brennan is not in this building tonight, nor is he anywhere near the state of Washington, and it pains me to come out here and share this news with you.

Alecia Matthews: What could Daniel Kirkbride possibly have or want to do with David Brennan.

Daniel Kirkbride: You see, for the past several months, I've been traveling with David Brennan - trying to guide him toward a different life. Trying to help him conquer demons. Trying to help him turn over a new page and give him a second lease on life. And yet here I am. Alone. In time, the truth shall come to pass, and I'm sure the whole story will emerge, but for the time being, let's settle on the impossibly acceptable notion that some things never change.

Daniel hangs his head in thought for a moment before continuing.

Daniel Kirkbride: It doesn't do well to dwell on the past. To reintroduce you all to what I thought was an all new, all different David Brennan was shaping up to be an exciting time in my career, but I'm not about to slam the brakes over the transgressions of another, and with that, I'd like to discuss....opportunity. I spent a good deal of time thinking of just how I would capitalize on the opportunity I'd won at The Clash. If David Brennan were standing here beside me tonight, I'd be out here telling you that we would be issuing a guaranteed challenge to the KoKaine Konspiracy for their WFWF Tag Team titles, but as we've discovered, such is not the case.

Once more, Daniel pauses to consider his next words carefully, a morose look drawing across his face.

Daniel Kirkbride: You see, David Brennan never won a WFWF championship. It would have really been something to share that first victory with a man consider by many to be a legend around here. Instead, I've chosen a contingency. In bringing David back to this ring, we might have accomplished something that David Brennan never managed to do in his WFWF career. In his absence, I've decided to do another.

Daniel Kirkbride: I'm using my golden opportunity to call out the WFWF World Heavyweight Champion, a man by the name of Drakz. David Brennan is a former friend of yours, Drakz, and you two have also squared off on multiple occasions, but he was never able to get those shoulders down. Drakz, I've chosen to face off against you, not to come after your title, not to replace you at the top of the food chain, not to elevate myself to any sort of stratosphere here in the WFWF. No, I've chosen to face off against you for one reason only, and that's to show an old friend of ours the difference that sticking to one's convictions can make.

With this final remark, Kirkbride's music hits and he drops out of the ring, solemnly and intently making his way toward the back to prepare for his match later tonight.

Stan McMann enters the arena as his music begins to play. A beautiful tree has seemed to grow in the middle of the entrance man. With his manly music playing, Stan McMann the manliest manly man takes his ax that is attached to his manly tool belt and begins to deal monstrously manly blows to the base of the wooden behemoth using the tip of his iron ax of tree-death. The tree quickly collapses, as it cannot withstand the manly blows from the manliest manly man, perfectly falling to form a tree corpse ramp to the ring. Stan McMann climbs the tree ramp and walks to the ring the only way he knows how to: like a man. Every single woman in the arena has had an orgasm at this point, after witnessing such a manly act of manhood. McMann enters the ring and pulls out some beef jerky, a manly snack to eat before his match begins.

Alecia Matthews: What a man.

Cameron Stone: Incredible. How can you contain yourself Alicia?

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 Tho-

Alecia Matthews: ..where is he?

Cameron Stone: This is quite strange.

There's still no sign of Thornstowe at the top of the ramp. McMann looks around, in a manly way, in confusion. However, on the apron behind him is Axel Thornstowe, who jumps up for a springboard and drops McMann with a flying forearm.

Alecia Matthews: So that's where he was!

Cameron Stone: Very smart move by Axel.

Axel begins to go to work on McMann, and unleashes a flurry of punches on him while he's grounded. McMann attempts to throw him off, but Axel is unrelenting, and continues to punch him, until the referee tries to pull him off.

Cameron Stone: This might be that new side of himself Axel was talking about.

Alecia Matthews: This is just vicious! Axel isn't showing any signs of stopping, either!

The referee tries to pull him off, however Axel rises to his feet and gets up in the referees face, yelling "F*ck you, I do what I want!" to cheers from the crowd, however he's dropped from behind with a shot to the back of the head from Stan.

Alecia Matthews: That may be the first and only time this crowd will cheer for Axel.

Stan begins to punch Thornstowe while he's down. The referee tells him to stop, but Stan tells him to "shut up", to cheers from the crowd. Stan now drags Axel to the corner, and begins to stomp away.

Cameron Stone: These guys are not liking the referee tonight.

Alecia Matthews: It's his own fault.

McMann now chokes Axel in the corner with his boot until the referee reaches five, then begins to kick Axel again.

Alecia Matthews: This may be the most brawling I've ever seen in any match anywhere!

Cameron Stone: I don't think they've stopped hitting each other since the bell rang!

McMann now lifts Thornstowe to his feet, grabs him by the head, and strikes him with right hands, which leave Axel groggy, so much so, he falls back into the ropes, however, he explodes back with a powerful running clothesline, which knocks the "manliest manly man" to the mat.

1!

2!

Only a count of two, as Axel goes back to work, rolling him on his back, and trapping McMann in a surfboard.

Cameron Stone: Lately, Axel has been utilising submissions in his matches more, and it's really proving to be a benefit in the ring.

Alecia Matthews: Submissions are an incredibly smart things to use. They wear down your opponents limbs, after all.

McMann, shaking his head and yelling no, gets his foot on the rope, and Axel is forced to break the hold. Thornstowe rises to his feet, raises his arms, and yells "WHO'S THE MAN?!" to resounding boos. Axel brings McMann to his feet, and brings him to the outside.

Alecia Matthews: I think it's safe to say, Axel isn't winning any popularity contests.

Cameron Stone: You can say that again.

Axel pushes Stan into the barricade, and runs into him with a clothesline, which sends Stan into the crowd. Slowly rising to his feet, McMann is favouring his head.

Cameron Stone: They can't take their time out there, if I was either one, I'd get back in the ring.

Axel rips off McMann's shirt to reveal his chiseled torso. A crowd of at least 50 women run over and swarm him, with Thornstowe looking on unimpressed.

Cameron Stone: Talk about a ladies man!

Alecia Matthews: Axel doesn't look impressed.

Both men now make their way back into the ring before the ten count. Axel goes for the right hand, but it gets blocked, and he's hit with a series of shots by McMann. Stan shoots himself into the ropes, and charges at Axel with a huge big boot that rocks Thornstowe.

McMann stands up and raises his hand to extremely loud cheers. One woman in the crowd is extremely excited, and she flashes her breasts to McMann, to even louder cheers from the crowd. Stan gets on one knee, and begins to talk trash to Axel.

Alecia Matthews: I understand that Stan has the upper hand, but there's no need for this.

Cameron Stone: Why not? He's in control, he can do what he wants.

Stan picks Axel up, lifts him above his head, and drops him with a press slam. Axel, visibly rattled, rolls over to the ropes and tries to make it to a vertical base, and he does, barely. McMann wildly swings a right hand, but misses, and Axel catches him with shots the gut. He then punches Stan in the face, and whips him into the corner.

Alecia Matthews: I wonder what Axel has in mind here?

Cameron Stone: I don't think Axel knows.

Axel, standing in the opposing corner to McMann, sprints forward, however it's countered by McMann, who throws him upwards. Axel lands forehead first on the corner post and falls straight to the mat.

Cameron Stone: Oh my god! That may be it, Axel's gotta be out!

Alecia Matthews: Jesus Christ, look at the state of him.

Axel is bleeding profusely from his forehead. The referee tries to check on him, but Axel pushes him away, and tries to swing at McMann, who easily avoids all the punches.

Alecia Matthews: I think Axel is blinded here. He can't see anything.

Cameron Stone: Referee is definitely going to have to clean that up.

The referee approaches Axel with a towel, however, Axel refuses. He wipes his eyes, walks right up to McMann, and slaps him in the face.

Alecia Matthews: That's ballsy.

Cameron Stone: Axel is a manly man too!

The bigger Stan is enraged. He punches Thornstowe as hard as he can repeatedly, and then leans back and rocks him with a headbutt. Axel falls to the ground, but McMann sits him up, and sends him back down with a kick to the head.

Alecia Matthews: Axel's head is really taking a beating here. You've gotta wonder what damage this could do to his brain.

Cameron Stone: What damage? He's already crazy!

McMann, realising Thornstowe might be knocked out, reaches into his pocket, takes out a packet of beef jerky, and begins to eat it. He calmly leans against the turnbuckles, and looks down on Thornstowe, who's beginning to stir.

Alecia Matthews: McMann better eat the jerky quickly.

Axel makes it to his feet, however it's obvious he's spaghetti legged. He walks over to the corner, and begins to berate Stan for eating beef jerky in the middle of a match. Stan replies with..

“What's the matter, you want a piece?”

“No, I don't want any f*cking beef jerky!”

“Alright then.”

McMann eats the last piece, throws the packet at Axel, pushes him away, and goes for the big clothesline, but Axel ducks it. Axel hits him with a dropkick, and both men are down.

Alecia Matthews: I honestly can't believe that! McMann clearly isn't worried about Thornstowe, at all.

Axel, on his knees, begins to rise to his feet, however, he's distracted by what's at the top of the stage.

Alecia Matthews: That's Shapiro!

Cameron Stone: He's the man who Axel attacked last week, which is still unexplained. Axel seemingly attacked him for nothing.

Alecia Matthews: What's he doing out here though?

Shapiro walks down to the ring and faces of with Axel. The two men argue with each other, until Axel flips off Shapiro. This gets him angry, and he calls Axel out to fight him. Axel begins to climb through the ropes, but he's stopped. Stan McMann has him by the tights, and he drags Axel to the center of the ring. Still with a grip on Thornstowe's tights, McMann lifts Axel up, and gives him an atomic wedgie. Shapiro, now at the top of the stage, is highly amused by this. McMann pushes Axel away, and rotates him in circles, signalling for The Manly Finisher Of All Men.

Alecia Matthews: Well, now we see why Shapiro was out here. He provided the distraction, and I think this means the end for Axel. I think McMann's setting up for that clothesline.

Cameron Stone: I still can't get over that wedgie! Axel won't be able to go to the bathroom right for weeks!

Axel, now on his knees in the corner, gets to his feet, but he's barely able to stand up. He slowly moves to the center of the ring, and McMann sees his opportunity. He charges at Axel and connects with The Manly Finisher of All Men!

Alecia Matthews: Cover!

… 1 …

… 2 …

… 3 …

Alecia Matthews: He did it! Stan McMann has won his debut match!

Christa Adina: The winner of this match up, Stan McMann!

Stunned but clearly p*ssed about another loss Thornstowe rolls outside the ring and begins digging around.

Cameron Stone: What's Axel going to do now?

He reached under the ring, and pulls out a small bag. He unzips it, removes what's inside, and shows it to the crowd.

Alecia Matthews: What is that?

Cameron Stone: It's a razor?! What the hell is he gonna do with a razor?

Axel rolls back into the ring, grabbing a chair on his way past the time keepers are. As McMann celebrates Axel drills him from behind with the steel chair. He then raises the razor into the air, laughing manically.

Alecia Matthews: Oh no.. Don't tell me he's gonna do this?!

Cameron Stone: Not the mustache! That's basically McMann's source of life! That's like a vital organ to him!

Axel lifts the limp McMann to his knees, and raises the clippers in the air to extremely loud boos. He moves them closer to McMann's face, but he drops the clippers and turns around to meet Shapiro, who begins to exchange punches with Axel.

Cameron Stone: Thank god for that! I don't think McMann- or this crowd, for that matter, would have recovered if that happened!

Alecia Matthews: And they have Shapiro to thank for that.

Axel and Shapiro are still punching each other. WFWF security runs down the ramp, and they try to seperate the two, but they fail, and Axel and Shapiro continue to brawl.

Alecia Matthews: What an incompetent bunch of so-called security guards!

Cameron Stone: Well, here comes the cavalry to try and separate these two.

WFWF superstars (whom no one has ever seen before), and even more security, begin to sprint down the ramp. The ring is now full with about 25 security men and 10 (unknown/jobber) wrestlers, but no one can separate Axel and Shapiro, until finally, someone pulls them away.

Alecia Matthews: Finally, these two are separated!

Cameron Stone: That's a load of crap right there. You know what I say? Turn 'em loose!

Axel begins to fight off the mixture of guards and wrestlers holding him back, and manages to get free. While he has the chance, he sprints forward, jumps over the top rope, and hits a topé con hilo, which takes out everybody.

Cameron Stone: Beautiful by Axel!

Alecia Matthews: I don't believe this! These two are still fighting!

Axel and Shapiro, still fighting, do not notice the policemen coming down the ramp.

Cameron Stone: The cops? Really?

Alecia Matthews: These two are out of control! It's necessary!

The police men manage to pull away both Axel and Shapiro, and they handcuff both of them. The two men are lead separate ways into the back of the arena.

Alecia Matthews: The police had to get involved! That's how crazy this brawl was.

Cameron Stone: I think it's obvious, these two men hate each other with a passion.

Alecia Matthews: You said it.

We now cut backstage to see Daniel Knight standing with a mic in the locker room.

Daniel Knight: Well folks, I’m here in the WFWF locker room….

Drakz jogs past in the back ground in sweat pants and a hoodie.

Daniel Knight: with WFWF World Heavyweight Champion Drakz.

He runs back the other way.

Daniel Knight: As you can see he’s preparing himself for his match tonight.

Knight attempts to stop Drakz to get a word from him but Drakz pushes him aside and continues to jog.

Drakz: I can do both Daniel.

Knight looks a little flustered by the sudden jolt, but like the professional he is simply continues.

Daniel Knight: Drakz, there is a huge part of the fan base and the roster that think your match tonight is a joke. How do you feel about it?

Drakz is off screen but as he enters the shot he says a few words.

Drakz: Honestly Daniel….

He runs out of shot. And then back in.

Drakz: I’m taking this as seriously as….

Out of shot. And back in.

Drakz: Any other match.

Daniel Knight: Could you at least warm up on the spot while we do this?

Drakz: Sure. Why not?

Drakz now stands next to Knight but begins doing b*stardos, or burpees, or push up, squat jumps. Whatever you like calling them.

Daniel Knight: Don’t you think your opponent this evening is a little…….under prepared?

Drakz (Between heavy breaths): He’s had just as much time as I have to prepare for this Daniel.

Daniel Knight: I mean career wise. DMK has never had a competitive match, plus he’s…….well he’s vertically challenged shall we say.

Drakz stops, throws his hood down and squares up to Daniel Knight.

Drakz: Are you insinuating that a man of Donnie’s stature isn’t capable of everything you or I am? That’s discrimination Daniel. I could have you fired for this.

Knight nervously smiles and fumbles his words.

Daniel Knight: Well……no…..but…..Drakz. You don’t seriously think this is going to be a competitive match do you?

Drakz: This is the only match I want right now. There is no one who deserves to be in the ring with me more than Donnie Monty Kent. Well, Mr Kirkbride, but as both you and I have just been made aware that's happening next week, not tonight.

Daniel Knight: What about Phillip Schneider?

Drakz: Who?

The staples in Drakz’s head wound are clearly visible. A reminder to the fans of what happened at the WFWF 2014 award ceremony.

Daniel Knight: Phillip Schneider?

Drakz: Sorry. Never heard of him. Now if you’ll excuse me Daniel I’ve got to do some meditation before I go out there tonight. My head is going to have to be seriously in the game if I want to pick up the win.

Daniel Knight looks as though he has a response to that statement but Drakz shoos him away as we cut back to the arena.

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?!"

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.

The bell sounds and the match is underway. The crowd cheers a little for both men, one longest reigning National Champion, and a close runner up, meeting for the first time. Ante Whitner goes for a single leg takedown, but the bigger Devilkiller blocks it, falling to his knees and trying to get a guillotine head lock on Whitner. Whitner instead rolls onto his back, grabbing Devilkiller's arm before springing up and giving a sharp kick to the arm pit of Devilkiller. The big man gets up, holding his arm as Whitner is close behind. Ante Whitner forces Devilkiller into the corner with a flurry of kicks, most of which connect with the mid section. Ante then runs and jumps up onto the knees of Devilkiller, looking for a monkey flip, but instead, is flipped over the top rope by Devilkiller. Whitner lands on the apron though! He watches as Devilkiller turns back around before doing a springboard cross body. With this he goes for a quick pin.

1.....2..

Devilkiller powers out and rolls to the apron. Whitner follows the giant, but is met with a nasty enziguri like kick to the back of the head. Ante slowly falls to the canvas, and Devilkiller looks around, smiling, before spring boarding up, twisting in mid air to hit a springboard moonsault. He wraps the leg for a pin attempt.

1.....

Ante Whitner shows sign of life as he powers out of a one count. Devilkiller climbs to his feet, bringing up Ante with him, giving him a stiff kick in the gut, before hitting his signature The Legend Killer! Devilkiller climbs back on top of Ante with the fans cheering for the possibility of a new champion.

1.....2....

Ante kicks out! Devilkiller is bewildered at this, looking around at the fans. This match hasn't been but maybe 4 or 5 minutes long and he already hit a signature, and on top of that, Ante is still coming.

Devilkiller climbs to his feet and so does Ante. Devilkiller gives a nice kick to the back of the head before forcing Ante into the corner. Devilkiller steps back before running and trying for a monkey flip of his own, but instead, Ante pulls Devilkiller's legs around his head and hits a nasty power bomb, forcing Devilkiller to land on top of his neck and head.

Devilkiller writhes in pain, holding on to his head as he climbs up, and Ante runs at him full speed, and he wraps himself around Devilkiller's body and spins around into the Bloody Yonkers submission! Devilkiller writhes in pain as his head and neck are already extremely hurt, and he tries to fight it, trying to reach the ropes, but ends up submitting to the submission hold.

Christa Adina: Ladies and gentlemen, your winner and STILL WFWF National Champion, Ante Whitner!

Ante Whitner celebrates as he is announced the winner and some of the fans cheer as well as some boo. It doesn't matter to him. He's champion and he holds it up, all out and proud. He kisses it once before rolling out of the ring, leaving doctors to tend to the down Devilkiller.

[Drakz]

My Time by Soil bellows through the arena as Shaprio bursts through the curtain. He takes a quick look around the crowd before he starts to the ring. He gladly slaps high fives with fans on both sides of the guard rail.

Alecia Matthews: It seems the police decided Shapiro wasn't a threat and have allowed him to go home tonight.

Cameron Stone: I wonder if the same can be said of Axel Thornstowe?

Shapiro enters the ring and takes another look around the arena, almost as if he's in awe of the crowd. The crowd dies down as he puts a mic to his mouth.

Shapiro: Phony? A monster? That's what Axel Thornstowe thinks of me?

He says with slight confusion.

Shapiro: He thinks I come out here with a false smile, pretending to be happy.

He says with a smirk.

Shapiro: Well let me tell you something Thornstowe, with me what you see is what you get.

You see Axel thinks I'm some sort of evil monster, just like him." Shapiro pauses as he stares intently into the camera "I'm nothing like you Thornstowe and I intend to prove it.

Another thing Axel, you may be evil or a monster but whatever you are, I'm not scared of you, not as long as I have the WFWF fans behind me.

He looks to the left out into the crowd, before continuing.

Shapiro: These fans have had my back since day one. Since I first walked through that curtain.

He says pointing towards the entrance way.

Shapiro: Since I first stepped foot into this ring and I will not let them down cause they haven't let me down.

But I know you're scared Thornstowe, because all monsters are scared, that's why they're monsters.

He starts pacing around the ring.

Shapiro: In case I'm not being clear enough, Axel Thornstowe, I'm calling you out, me and you at Endgame, what do you say?

The crowd roars with approval. The roar from the crowd dies down as Shapiro continues;

Shapiro: At Endgame there will be no sneak attacks, you won't be looking down on me after another man got the best of me.

Shapiro stares directly into the camera as he lays down the challenge:

Shapiro: It will be me vs you, man vs monster.

Shapiro's music hits as he exits the ring, high fiving fans on his way out.

Alecia Matthews: We're just getting started here in Seattle and tonight is shaping up to be massive as we still have the trilogy match between new International Champion Joe Bishop and the former champion Dave Demento scheduled for our main event.

Cameron Stone: Plus the tag title rematch is still to come. Dex vs. Schneider is on tap and that confrontation between Drakz and DMK all await! I can hardly contain myself!

Alecia Matthews: You won't have to Cam, because this next match could easily headline any show WFWF puts on. Daniel Kirkbride has been on fire since arriving in WFWF, losing only once and beating champions and former champions alike. But tonight he has a Josh Dean standing across from him that has found his form as of late and is looking to continue his resurgence. Let's send it up to Christa Adina to get us started! 

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: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, from Austin, Texas, weighing in 220 pounds. This is Daniel Kirkbride! 

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 opening riffs of Deep Purple- Perfect Strangers hit and the hue dims to where the entrance way is barely visible. A few seconds play as the entrance way becomes filled by someone in the dimness before the lyrics start to play.

Can you remember
Remember my name
As I flow through your life
A thousand oceans I have flown
And cold, cold spirits of ice

Lights flash red as the visage of the man stands in the entrance way, back facing the ring. His head hangs low as he turns and kneels on one knee facing the ring. . He sits there for a moment, collecting his thoughts.

All my life
I am the echo of your past

He pushes up to a standing position as the hue returns to normal and golden pyros rain down as Josh Dean is the man on the stage. The crowd gives him a respectful applause as Josh raises his head, adopting his trademark spread arm pose as he begins to walk down the ramp.

Christa Adina: And his opponent representing the Saviors of Salvation, from Atlanta, Georgia, weighing in at 225 pounds. He is "The Franchise" Josh Dean!

I am returning, the echo of a point in time
Distant faces shine
A thousand warriors I have known

Josh drops his arms to his side as he continues his descent down the ramp. A few fans along the ringside get to slap hands with Josh as he walks up the stairs, looking out into the crowd as he walks to the middle of the apron.

And laughing as the spirits appear
All your life
Shadows of another day

Josh looks toward the inside of the ring and steps one leg into the ring, with the second following slowly as he enters the ring. Staring a hole through Daniel Kirkbride, Josh walks toward the corner nearest to the announce table and climbs the turnbuckle.

And if you hear me talking on the wind
You’ve got to understand
We must remain 
Perfect Strangers

Josh spreads his arms in his trademark pose while letting out a primal scream. He puts his arms down and climbs down from the turnbuckle and adopts his spread arm pose as he walks from one side of the ring to the other, gauging the crowd’s reaction before taking off his hoodie and toboggan. He stares Daniel down as the match prepares to start.

*DING DING*

Josh and Daniel circle the ring, looking to feel each other out, they lock up, collar and elbow. There's a stalemate for position before Josh swings an arm across and locks out Daniel's arm with a wringer. He torque the wrist with an outward wrist flex and Daniel rolls through, he breaks the wrist flex and Josh catches him mid transition in a side headlock. He steps through and tosses Daniel over the hip and lands in side control. Looking to isolate an arm, Daniel is forced to roll to his stomach, where Josh grabs the head and locks up a potential choke attack. He gator rolls through and nearly has the Anaconda Choke in, but Daniel fights the wrist and Josh uses it to knee slide into mount. Ground and pound on its way, hammerfists, punches to the body and elbows finally break open Daniel's defenses. Josh trying to overwhelm the young guy with volume as he stays tight. Daniel throws his legs up and manages to knock Josh's balance off, causing him to back roll. On the scramble, Daniel gets up and Josh takes him down with a big armdrag. Daniel pops back up and Josh takes him down with a side headlock takedown. Josh forces the shoulders to the mat.

1....

Shoulder up by Daniel and Josh maintains control with the side headlock. Daniel rolls to a knee and uses a short elbow to the ribs to loosen the hold, standing and reversing into a hammerlock. Josh reaches back, but it's blocked so he dives under and takes Daniel down with a drop toe hold, chaining into a grounded hammerlock. Daniel to his knees, hits a sit out switch and is back to his feet with a rear waistlock. The lift is blocked and Josh stomps the foot to throw Daniel's concentration off. Josh fights the hands and breaks free, looking for a high roundhouse kick on the break that Daniel evades before backing up to the ropes. 

Alecia Matthews: There will be no handclapping this time around from Josh Dean.

Cameron Stone: No ma'am. He knows he's in there with a legit athlete and he looks laser focused.

On the reset they lock up once again, collar and elbow. Josh pushes the elbow up and ducks under, looking to score a double leg takedown. Daniel with a nice sprawl, and Josh pulls guard. Attacking with a high guard he's possibly looking to set up an armbar or triangle choke attack. Daniel stays aware and keeps his arms inside, attempting to use the pressure to prevent getting trapped. A couple short punches to the body allows Daniel to posture, and Josh uses the moment to slide under. Hooking the ankle, he pulls Daniel to the mat, possible knee bar attempt. Daniel pushes off and escapes, running toward the ropes. He hurdles Josh on the rebound but Josh catches him on the comeback with a beautiful standing dropkick to the point of the jaw! Daniel pops back up and Josh takes him over with a snapmare followed by a stiff kick to the spine. Daniel stiffness up in pain, and Josh connects with a nasty Shining Wizard to the side of the head from the adjacent angle. Followup pin,

1...

2....

Kick out by Daniel!

Josh back to the attack as he pulls Daniel, stepping through with an arm wringer and driving a huge knee the ribs. Daniel doubles over and Josh lights him up with a stiff chop to the chest. Irish whip into the ropes and Daniel ducks the clothesline, before catching Josh with a clothesline of his own on the rebound. Josh pops back up and Daniel lands a big forearm to the side of the head that sends Josh back into the ropes. Josh connects with a European Uppercut on the followup, no its reversed into a big Swinging Neckbreaker! Josh sits up holding his neck in pain as Daniel drops a quick elbow on the upper chest. Josh rolls on the mat as Daniel stalks him and drops a second elbow drop across the back. Cover by Daniel, 

1.....

2.....

Josh kicks out!

Alecia Matthews: After being on the defensive for the first few minutes, Daniel Kirkbride has found himself with upper hand. 

Cameron Stone: Josh said in the pre match hype that he has been impressed with Daniel's resolve since the beginning. He had to know that eventually Daniel was going to get himself back in the match. 

Daniel picks Josh up and lands a forearm strike to the jaw that sends Josh backpedaling to the ropes. Daniel with a whip into the ropes and he scores with a jumping leg lariat to point of the temple! Josh sits up and looks to get to his feet, but Daniel grabs him by the head, bulldog style as he sprints to the ropes. He looks to swing off with a tornado style bulldog, but Josh shrugs the attempt. Daniel lands on his feet and charges Josh, who plants him with a Uranage! Josh is back to his feet as Daniel rolls to the outside of ring. Daniel takes a moment to clear his head, but he doesn't have long because Josh charges in and CONNECTS WITH A SUICIDE DIVE AGAINST THE RETAINING WALL! SH*T YEAH! 

Alecia Matthews: This match is heating up as Josh Dean takes the first chance!

Both men are gingerly getting to their feet as Daniel instinctively pulls himself up by the barricade. Josh is slightly behind him and as both men slide into the ring, Daniel connects with a step up enziguri to the back of the head that faceplates Josh. Josh looks dazed and still feeling the effects of the dive as Daniel picks him up and rocks him with a big forearm to the side of the head. Josh staggers into the ropes and Daniel scoops him up, slamming him hard to the mat. Josh arches his back in pain as Daniel walks over to the corner. He perches himself to the second rope and awaits Josh to gain a vertical base before smashing into him with a flying clothesline! Cover by Daniel,

1....

2....

Kick out by Josh!

Daniel goes to the mat and grabs a deep reverse Chinlock. Josh is gasping for air as Daniel forces his shoulder into the neck, looking wear him down. Josh, remaining calm, fights the wrist and it allows him to regain a seated position. Now up to his knees, he lands an elbow to the gut, before hitting a standing switch. He looks for a high angle back suplex, but Daniel flips out and lands on his feet. He kicks Josh in the knee before spiking him on his head with a big DDT! Cover,

1.....

2.....

Kick out by Josh!

Daniel moves to his feet as Josh lies prone on the mat. He stirs and Daniel perches himself on the second rope. As Josh gets to his feet, Daniel jumps off, looking front missile dropkick, but Josh sidesteps and Daniel crashes hard onto the mat! Josh grabs the leg and spins Daniel into a STF. He doesn't quite have it and Daniel cracks him in the jaw with with a back elbow that stuns Josh. He releases the hold and Daniel scampered to his feet. Josh stands up, still hurt from the earlier DDT and Daniel looks to take advantage. He lines up an scores with a Superkick, NO THE FOOT IS CAUGHT! BOWS KNOWS (SPINNING BACK ELBOW) FLOORS DANIEL! JOSH IS HURT AND CAN'T MAKE THE COVER!

Cameron Stone: One strike just changed the whole complexion of the match!

Alecia Matthews: Josh knows Daniel's hurt, but he's taken a lot of damage the past several minutes. 

Both men are slow to get to their feet. Daniel is up to his feet first, Josh slowly behind. Daniel fires off a forearm to the head, and Josh responds in kind with one of his own. Daniel throws a big right hand that's ducked and answered by a right hand from Josh that snaps Daniel's head back. Pick and stick left hook finds it's mark, followed up by a spinning backlist by Josh. Josh looks for a Superman Punch that gets cut off by a kick to the body. Daniel grabs Josh's head and drives it into the mat with a sit out facebuster! Josh is down and Daniel goes to the top rope this time. He measures Josh and jumps off, hitting the FAMOUSER OFF THE TOP! COVER! 

1.....

2.....

KICK OUT!

Daniel shakes his head in disappointment as he pulls Josh to his feet and guides him to the corner. He lifts Josh up to a seated position on the top rope and softens him up with a right hand to the jaw. Daniel climbs the ropes and rocks Josh's head back with a forearm strike. Josh fires back with an open hand chop to the chest before a palm strike to the temple puts an end to the rally. Daniel climbs to the top rope and jumps up. He wraps his legs around Josh's head and looks to snap off a hurricanrana, but Josh blocks it! AVALANCHE SIT OUT POWERBOMB! HOLY SH*T!

Alecia Matthews: That just killed both of them!

Cameron Stone: Sometimes you have to sacrifice yourself to win! 

Daniel is motionless on the mat as Josh rolls into a pin, 

1.....

2.....

Daniel gets the shoulder up! 

Josh is spent from that comeback attempt as Daniel stirs around. Josh crawls toward the ropes and looks to pull himself up to a vertical base. Daniel rolls over to his hands and knees and struggles to push himself up. Josh has made it to his feet and brushes his hair out of his face. He stalks Daniel and lands a stinging kick to the body. Daniel answers with a kick of his own. Daniel follows up with a kick again to the ribs and a laser beam right hand to the jaw that sends Josh backpedaling into the ropes. Daniel follows in, looking Superman Punch, but Josh ducks and Daniel crashes into the ropes. Josh hooks him from behind, FRANCHISER (CHICKENWING SUPLEX)! COVER!

1.....

2......

KICKOUT BY DANIEL!

Josh looks at the ref, motioning for a three count, only to be reminded that it was a two count. Josh's eyes fire up with intensity as he picks Daniel up by the head and rag dolls him in the corner. Daniel looks out on his feet and instinctively covers up as Josh lays into him with brutal roundhouse kicks to any unprotected area he can find. The ref steps in between them and as Josh looks to close in, Daniel gets the boots up. Josh turns away and Daniel charges in and catches him with a running bulldog! Daniel shoots the half and has the pin,

1.....

2......

Josh kicks out!

Daniel looks up in shock, but positions himself for the killshot. Josh stands up and Daniel knocks him down with double axe handle to the face. Josh pops up and Daniel smashes into him with a running back elbow to the jaw. Josh is up and Daniel looks for an Irish Whip. Josh reverses and sends Daniel into the ropes, but he telegraphs dropping his head and Daniel kicks him in the face. Daniel backs up to the ropes and Josh cuts him off with a snap powerslam on the rebound! Josh looks at the crowd who are at a fever pitch for this exciting and competitive matchup and he motions to go up top. 

Alecia Matthews: He's going high risk. If Josh hits this it could be over!

Josh climbs to the top turnbuckle as Daniel writes in pain. Josh points to the sky and takes the big leap off, looking for the Frog Splash, but Daniel gets his knees up and Josh crashes down chest first onto them! Josh holds his ribs in pain, rolling around the mat as he tries to suck it up and keep fighting. Daniel uses the ropes to aide himself up and awaits for Josh to make a similar rise. Josh is still holding his ribs in pain and when he finally pushes up to his feet, Daniel is there to greet him with a massive Superkick to the jaw! Daniel falls on Josh for the cover!

1....

2......

3-NO! JOSH WITH THE SHOULDER UP!

Daniel's eyes grow wide. He stalks Josh, looking for the New Covenant, but Josh is able to block it and shove Daniel toward the ropes. On the rebound, Josh catches Daniel with a brutal discuss lariat! Daniel flips completely around and lands stomach first on the mat. Josh is back up, still shaking out the cobwebs from the earlier attack as he hooks Daniel up and hits the Nail in the Coffin (Falcon Arrow)! Daniel is on dream street, pulling himself to his feet. Josh slips under and hoists Daniel to his shoulders, Chapter 11 (Royal Flush)! Josh hooks both legs for the cover,

1.....

2......

3!

DING DING!

Christa Adina: Here is your winner, "The Franchise" Josh Dean!

Alecia Matthews: They're one a piece! Joshua Dean has managed to pull back a victory over the rising star Daniel Kirkbride!

Cameron Stone: You've got to believe he'll be ecstatic about this. A win like that puts Dean on track for a shot at The International Title.

Alecia Matthews: We'll be right back after these ads folks.

[Drakz]

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. 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.

Alecia Matthews: Dex looking to make the long road back after a career threatening injury at the hands of Phillip Schneider.

Cameron Stone: Schneider is an animal, plain and simple. The last time these two met he looked to not just beat but maim Dex.

The referee makes the obligatory check for foreign objects on Dex as the lights come to a dim. The entrance way begins to flash with yellow strobe as "Trust Nobody" by Ill Bill hits over the P/A system. The evil Pierce Deville slithers through the curtain and towards the ringside area, The Deville keeping an eye behind him because he's followed shortly behind by "The Prophet of Ash" Phillip Schneider. Schneider wears a BR Project t-shirt and carries a backpack as he heads towards the ring for this match.

Cameron Stone: He's taken on horror movies effect and costumes as of late but the only movie he should be sporting is Faces of Death. As of late, that's what his movies resemble.

Alecia Matthews: Or Saw.

Cameron Stone: Saw was fake, Faces of Death was real, don't be a mark.

Schneider rolls into the ring, throwing the backpack to the outside and requesting a microphone. Dex wants to get the match started but is cut off because Schneider needs promo time. The lights come back to normal and Schneider's music cuts off, Schneider leaning in the corner as he says what he needs to say.

Phillip Schneider: Drakz, I feel like you think this is all a big joke. That you should be spending your time with a bastard imp of society. The time for fun and games is over, Drakz. This is the reckoning and this is the end game. Drakz, you're holding something right now that I never rightfully lost and I'm coming for it. I'm coming to prove that our first match was a fluke. And until that happens, the blood's on your hands, Drakz.

Schneider casually pitches the microphone to the outside. It makes a horrible thud over the P/A system as it crashes to the floor. Referee calls for the bell to start this match.

Bell sounds and this match is under way. Dex raises his hands center ring for a test of strength and is caught with a knee to the gut from Schneider. Schneider grabs Dex by the head, leading him to exact center of the ring and then whipping him into the corner. Dex rebounds off of the buckles, bouncing back to the center of the ring and meeting Schneider, who catches him with a running knee to the stomach. Schneider stands over Dex, dropping a Mr. Wrestling fist drop onto the chest. Dex tries to roll away, Schneider pushes him back to the mat and makes a cover. Referee down for the count, 1...2... short two and a kick out from Dex.

Alecia Matthews: Schneider immediately going for the mid section, the same place that he injured that put Dex on the shelf for several months.

Cameron Stone: After the internal bleeding and broken ribs we questioned if Dex would ever return to the ring. Schneider looking to expand on the damage he previously caused.

Schneider stands up, brushing his long blonde locks out of his face. He heads to the corner, grabbing the turnbuckle cover and trying to force it off. The referee immediately stops him, forcing Schneider away so that he can fix the damage. Unfortunately it was just a diversion. The Deville pulls an expandable baton out, throwing it into the ring to Schneider. Schneider flips it out to full extension and smashes it into Dex's ribs. Twice. Three times. The turnbuckle is fixed and Schneider disposes of the baton before the referee is any wiser.

Cameron Stone: Shout out to Rodney King.

Alecia Matthews: …......

Schneider pulls Dex to a vertical base with a maui thai clinch. Dex tries to fight off. Schneider throws a knee lift to the face, followed by a knee to the body. Knee to the stomach again and Dex is backing up by Schneider has control of the head. Dex actually loses his footing and falls, going down to one knee. Schneider forces him to a vertical base and then slaps him in the ear.

Cameron Stone: A shot to the ear like that does more than just the initial strike. It throws your entire equilibrium off.

Dex covers his face in pain. He's trying to protect himself. Palm strike to the face from Schneider. Dex fires back with a forearm. A second forearm from Dex. He's firing up. Coming in for a third forearm and he's cut off by Schneider by a poke to the eyes. Quick DDT from Schneider drops Dex. Cover from Schneider, 1....2.... kick out at two from Dex.

Alecia Matthews: As good as Schneider is, I don't know why he feels the need to take constant short cuts like that.

Cameron Stone: He's lazy. Plain and simple. He'd rather do less and make the most of it.

Schneider goes to the corner. He's waiting for Dex to get to his feet. When Dex does, Schneider charges in and nearly beheads Dex with a brutal Yakuza kick. Schneider stares down at Dex. He yells down at him.

Phillip Schneider: Take it up with Drakz. This is his ass beating. This is his fault!

Alecia Matthews: How is any of this Drakz's fault? Schneider and Dex are grown men who agreed to this match..

Cameron Stone: I think he's trying to send a message to Drakz, in his own twisted way.

Schneider pulls Dex up. Inverted full nelson with a lift. He brings Dex up onto his back and then up and over, driving Dex head first into the mat with the Beverly Kills 90210. The crowd “OOOOHHHs” as Dex's head and neck bend in an unnatural way. Schneider pulls him back to his feet. A second inverted full nelson lift, and quickly, a second Beverly Kills 90210. The referee asks Schneider to make a cover. Schneider instead finds the nearest camera man.

Phillip Schneider: I'm going to murder this man! The blood is on your hands, Drakz. THIS IS YOUR FAULT DRAKZ! Sign the contract. My title shot Drakz. Good guys don't let people die, Drakz. You going to be a good guy? GIVE ME MY TITLE SHOT!

Cameron Stone: Two Beverly Kills 90210s, the inverted double chicken wing head drop from Schneider, the feared finisher.. But he's not going for the cover.

Alecia Matthews: He just said he's going to KILL Dex...

Schneider pulls Dex to his feet again. Dex can't stand on his own. Another inverted full nelson. Schneider lifts Dex up and drives him into the mat with a third Beverly Kills 90210. At this point the referee steps in, calling for the bell. Schneider is not happy about it. The referee wisely bails out of the ring, giving the official word to ring announcer Christa Adina.

Christa Adina: The referee has stopped this match, deeming Dex unable to continue. Your winner by a knockout, Phillip Schneider.

Schneider rolls out of the ring. He's giving chase to the referee. Referee moves a little bit faster and is quickly around the ring and up the ramp before Schneider can catch him. Schneider grabs a steel chair, throwing it into the ring over the top rope. Schneider back in. Dex is out on the mat. Schneider grabs the chair. Brutal hammering chair shot to the back. A second. A third. A fourth. Schneider stops to scream at the camera.

Phillip Schneider: YOUR FAULT DRAKZ! ALL! YOUR! FAULT!

Done with his mini promo, Schneider goes back to hammering on Dex with the chair. Chair shot after chair shot, Dex lays prone and simply absorbs all of the blows. The Deville rolls into the ring to stop the brutality, even he sees it as more than enough. Schneider doesn't agree, blasting The Deville with a stiff chair shot over the head. Referees are rushing to the ring as Schneider goes back to hammering on Dex with the chair. The chair is warped and bent now in an unnatural way, conformed to the body of Dex. As referees get into the ring, they become the victims of Schneider, one at a time biting chair shots. The Deville gets to his feet, a crimson mask flowing down his face. He can't even say anything to Schneider before he bites another chair shot.

Alecia Matthews: He's out of control. He's completely out of control. Get police out here, for real!

Cameron Stone: He's beating up his own people!

Finally, enough referees and security swarm the ring at the same time that Schneider can't pick them off. They're able to get the chair away from him and restrain him, slowly getting him out of the ring. But the damage is done. The Deville is left laying in a pool of his own blood and Dex is motionless center ring.

Alecia Matthews: Jesus. Cut to ads. Cut to ads!

[Drakz]

“Humble Yourself” plays on the arena PA as Chase Landon 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.

Christa Adina: The following match is scheduled for one fall and is for the WFWF Tag Team Championships! Introducing first, the challenger, from Everett, Washington, weighing 213lbs, he is one half of Hollywood Unhinged, Chase Landoooon!

He continues walking to the ring with his head bowed. 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" 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.

Christa Adina: And his partner, from Sacramento, California, weighing 225lbs, The Golden Boy, Jayson Garrett!

Garrett psyches himself up while walking down the ramp and stops right before the chorus hits. 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.

“Beware” hits the speakers and out comes Tugarin Zmey with DMK on his shoulders and Samael Ahriman at his side. DMK holds up the WFWF Tag Team Title that Zmey holds whilst Ahriman wears his around his waist. They march straight to the ring wasting no time.

Christa Adina: And their opponents, at a combined weight of 635lbs, they are your WFWF tag Team Champions and are accompanied to the ring by Donnie Monty Kent, Tugarin Zmey, Samael Ahriman, The KoKaine Konspiracy!

DMK curses and spits at a couple of fans along the way. DMK hops off the giant’s shoulders onto the apron. Zmey quickly follows DMK into the ring as they await taking care of business.

The bell rings three times as Samael Ahriman and Jayson Garrett stand face to face in the middle of the ring. Following some trash talk, Garrett throws the first punch and forces Ahriman off his game. Jayson is relentless with his strikes, forcing Samael to the corner with a flurry of lefts and rights. The referee gets in the middle and forces Garrett back. Ever the veteran, Samael rakes the eyes of Jayson with the referee distraction.

Garrett holds his eyes as Samael pushes out of the corner and drops the "Hollywood A-Lister" with a clothesline. Samael immediately lays the boots to Garrett's downed body. From the outside, DMK yells that Samael punish the former WFWF Tag Team champion. Ahriman lets Jayson get to his feet before dropping him with a Saito suplex. He looks for the cover.

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No! Jayson Garrett gets the shoulder up, as Samael returns to a vertical base. With a fiery inferno of hell in his eyes, Samael brings Garrett up to his feet and latches on with an Abdominal Stretch. Samael adds torque to the maneuver as Garrett screams in pain. The referee asks the former Tag champion if he wants to give up, to which he denies. Therefore, Samael continues to add torque to his maneuver.

Seemingly out of nowhere, Chase Landon has entered the ring and strikes Samael with a huge running boot that forces the current WFWF Tag Team champion to relinquish the hold and fall to the ground. Both Garrett and Ahriman are on the ring mat, motionless, as the WFWF fans are in a buzz. Both Samael and Jayson are crawling on the mat to their corners.

Garrett reaches and gets the tag at the same time that Samael has reached and tagged in the Dragon, Tugarin Zmey. Landon comes in like a bat out of Ahriman's own personal hell as he clubs away at the masked face of Zmey. Ever the strong man, Tugarin simply swats the former Tag Team champion out of the way. Landon's body bounces backwards as he falls down onto the mat.

With his backwards momentum, Chase rolls through and returns to his feet and continues to throw haymakers in Zmey's direction. However, with one full sweep, Tugarin hoists the former Tag Team champion into the air and drops him with a giant Samoan Drop. Landon crumples to the mat from the pain as Tugarin goes for the cover.

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No! Jayson Garrett has re-entered the ring and jumps on Zmey's back to break up the pin attempt. Samael Ahriman enters the ring and clotheslines himself and Garrett over the top rope. Garrett's head gets caught up in the ropes which forces the referee the head over to pry it out. In the meantime, DMK has hopped on the ring apron and sprays Landon in the eyes with bear mace!

Landon flops around in the ring covering his eyes as DMK laughs maniacally on the outside. Blinded, Chase Landon walks right into the waiting arms of Tugarin Zmey who plants him with a devastating Mandate of the Dragon! Zmey, not wasting any time, goes for the cover.

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Christa Adina: Here are your winners, and STILL WFWF Tag Team Champions, Tugarin Zmey, Samael Ahriman, The KoKaine Konspiracy!

We head outside the arena where Jason Anders has just pulled up in a cab. He almost falls out of the door, literally throws some money through the window and rushes towards the entrance. He pushes the doors open and enters, the doors swinging shut behind him. Then they open up again and Jason Anders slowly backs up out of the door, the hand of a giant bodyguard firmly planted on his chest.


Big Zeus: No entrance for you.


Jason Anders: What? What are you talking about? Don’t you know who I am?


Big Zeus: Yeah, you’re that snake Anders. Like I said, no entrance.


Jason Anders: On whose orders?


Big Zeus, as named by the badge on his shirt, leans down to Anders level to get right in his face.


Big Zeus: Trace Demon’s. Now get lost, you’re not welcome here.


Jason Anders: You let me past or I’ll… I’ll…


He stares up at the now fully standing Big Zeus and realizes he’s talking to a guy about twice his size both tall and wide. He’s reconsiders and storms off right back to the very same taxi that he arrived in.

"THUNDER!


NA-NA-NA-NANA!


THUNDER!"

The opening loop of AC/DC's hit song Thunderstruck resonates throughout the buzzing arena! With each well-known lyric booming in the background, the fans decide to sing along. The atmosphere within the sold out crowd becomes wider and wider as everybody is now swaying their bodies with the beat of the song. As the song kicks into full blast, Dave Demento rushes out from behind the curtain to a monster ovation of cheers from those in attendance!

Christa Adina: Ladies & gentlemen, the following match up is scheduled for one fall and is for the WFWF international Championship. Introducing first, the challenger, coming down the aisle, from Toronto, Ontario, Canada, weighing in at two hundred and seventy pounds.... DAAAAAAAAAVVVVEEEE DEEEEMMEEEEEENNNNTTOOOO!

He runs to each side of the entrance ramp, clenching his fists and pounding them both onto the stage, and pyrotechnics explode from stage. With the huge cloud of smoke now brought onto the stage, Demento runs through it. Almost as if he is sucking it in for adrenaline, Demento stops in the middle of the cloud. He pauses for a moment before emerging from the large cloud of gray and he exhales smoke into the air. Channelling his inner dragon!

Cameron Stone: For the last year, Dave Demento and Joe Bishop have been battling over the WFWF International championship. The series is currently tied, one victory each.

Alecia Matthews: And this rubber match has a big fight feel, Cam. The WFWF fans have been waiting all night for this match, knowing that these two men will stop at nothing to win.

Demento now walks to the ring as he slaps hands with multiple members of the crowd, all while they continue to sing his song to the ring. As he reaches the ring, Demento hops up onto the ring apron, but he waits a few seconds and walks over to the turnbuckle. He ascends it with ease, and facing the crowd, he raises both of his fists into the air to another loud ovation. He brings down his arms and jumps into the ring, ready for the action.

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.

Christa Adina: And his opponent, from Wimbledon, England, weighing 195lbs, he is your WFWF International Champion, Joooooe Bishoooop!

The three time National Champion looks completely focused on the task at hand as he marches down the ramp, his eyes drawn to the ring. 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 is left completely still in the middle of the ring as the music fades, the lights return, and he is ready to take on his opponent.

Cameron Stone: Here we go!

Demento doesn't give Bishop a chance to settle in, as soon as the Englishman enters the ring he's floored by a huge Viking Spear, that sends the International Championship flying and leaves Bishop breathless in the middle of the ring, Instantly Demento pounces on his shocked foe, unloading with rights and lefts to the face of the man who has spent months attacking him. Eventually the bell rings as Dave Demento continues to beat the snot out of Bishop to the delight of the crowd.

Alecia Matthews: These two men aren't here to wrestle, they want to beat the hell out of each other. This has gone from The Final Revolution versus the Saviors of Salvation to the bitter rivalry of Demento versus Bishop.

Delighted with his quick start, Demento returns to his feet, lifting both arms high in the air as the fans show the Canadian some love. “Dave Demento!” *Clap* *Clap* *Clap Clap Clap* “Dave Demento!” *Clap* *Clap* *Clap Clap Clap*. As Demento hypes up the WFWF fans, the camera pans to Joe Bishop, who already has blood pouring from his misshapen nose. The referee attempts to check on Bishop, but Demento is having none of it, positioning himself next to Bishop again and unloading another series of punches that have a horrific effect on the face of the champion.

Eager to make his early advantage count, Demento drags Bishop, who doesn't seem to have a clue what's going on, up to his feet. Bishop offers no defense at all as Demento picks him up like a ragdoll and sends him crashing to the mat with a powerbomb. Sensing a chance to regain his belt early Demento goes for the pin.

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At the last possible second Bishop reacts, instinctively avoiding defeat and the loss of his title, minutes into the match.

Cameron Stone: Close call.

Looking to build on his early success, Demento grabs the Brit by the hair and lifts him to his feet. A couple of knees to the gut of Bishop keep Demento in control and he follows it up with a nasty European Uppercut that leaves Bishop reeling, Demento send him down to the mat with a snap suplex. The Canadian takes a minute to soak up the adulation from the crowd as Bishop just about musters the strength to roll under the bottom rope and get to his feet on the outside. The referee begins counting out the champion who is clearly a little shaken up after Demento's fast start.

Alecia Matthews: It seems as if Demento has gotten into the head of Joe Bishop.

Cameron Stone: One has to question whether Bishop's mind is focused on this match after he turned on The Final Revolution last week.

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Bishop slides back into the ring, but has to duck straight back out as Demento rains down stomps on the frustrated Englishman.

Eventually Bishop is able to get back into the ring and once again go toe to toe with Demento. Dave Demento looks to hit a clothesline, but Bishop ducks under his opponents outstretched arm and then floors Demento with a delicious spinning wheel kick. Looking to build on his first real offensive move, Bishop drops to the floor and puts Demento in a headlock, giving himself a chance to recuperate from the challengers early onslaught.

Bishop keeps Demento controlled on the ground, the headlock locked in tight, as the WFWF fans begin to get behind Demento. Demento feeds off the energy from the crowd, regaining his footing, with the headlock still in place, and falling to the ground. Bishop goes spine first into the mat and has to release the headlock on impact. Demento once again explodes into life, the challenger picks Bishop up and whips him into the corner, with enough power to send Bishop crashing back down to the mat.

Alecia Matthews: Dave Demento is one powerful man, Cameron. He posses enough brute force that he is dangerous against any competitor here in the WFWF.

Cameron Stone: Could he bodyslam Tugarin Zmey?

Alecia Matthews: Possibly.

Demento strides toward the winded Bishop, the former champion lifts Bishop to his feet and pushes him into the corner, and in one swift movement hits the first of three shoulder thrusts to the gut of Bishop. Demento followed them up by slamming Bishop's head repeatedly into the top turnbuckle pad. Bishop tumbles around like a drunk, before once again being picked up, lifted over the head of Demento and tossed, like a sack of spuds, outside the ring.

Bishop clutches his neck, clearly feeling the effects of his rough landing, as Dave Demento follows him outside the ring. Demento grabs the Englishman and whips him into the steel steps at ringside as the referee begins his count.

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As Bishop writhes around in agony after crashing into the steel steps, Demento enjoys the response he's getting from the crowd, the WFWF fans clearly hoping to see Face of the Year 2014, rip Joe Bishop apart.

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Bishop uses the barricade to get up to his feet. But a lot has clearly been taken out of the International Champion, who can only look on at Demento, struggling for breath, and hope that the challenger takes pity on him. Demento is, of course, not that generous.

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Demento takes a step back, never breaking eye contact with Joe Bishop, and begins running towards the Brit. Bishop braces himself as Demento charges toward him and hits a vicious Viking Spear that sends both men right through the barricade!

Cameron Stone: Holy sh~t! Both men just went through that barricade out into our rabid crowd.

Alecia Matthews: This won't end well for Bishop.

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“That was awesome!”, the chant from the WFWF fans as Demento powers up to his feet almost instantly and stands over the carcass of Joe Bishop. Realising a count out would see him lose his opportunity to win back the International Championship, Demento picks Bishop up and carries him back towards the ring, rolling the lifeless body of the Englishman back into the ring and quickly following him to break the count which had then reached eight. Bishop looked in no fit state to carry on as Demento spent a good thirty seconds playing up the crowd before resting his foot on the International Champion's chest. Confident of regaining his belt and eager to add insult to injury.

Cameron Stone: That's not how you win a match.

Alecia Matthews: He's confident, I'll give him that.

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Bishop had just about long enough to make some sort of recovery and on instinct got his shoulder up at two. An irate Demento pins Bishop properly, desperate to see the match come to a close sooner rather than later.

Cameron Stone: That's how you go for a pin.

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Again Bishop got his shoulder up, a frustrated Demento stalks Bishop as the International Champion struggles to pick himself up. The crowd waits with bated breath as Demento waits for Bishop to get to his feet. And once the International Champion was finally there, Demento lifted the Brit onto his shoulders, in prime position for Demento to hit the devastating 'Fall of Grace' that would surely signal defeat for Bishop. As Demento swung Bishop in the air, the Englishman was somehow able to wrap his arms around Demento's head and reverse the move into a DDT.

Alecia Matthews: Excellent reversal! Both of these warriors are down!

Cameron Stone: Whoever rises to their feet first will potentially have the match in the bag.

Both men lay down in the centre of the ring. The fans trying to rally Demento, for Bishop this was clearly a vital opportunity as he had finally created his first real chance to get into the match that had so far been all Demento. The Brit struggles over to the ropes and utilises them to return to a vertical base. The International champion looks around his surroundings, while clutching his ribs, before settling on undoing the turnbuckle pad in the corner.

Alecia Matthews: Oh come on. We all wanted a clean match. You don't need to undo the turnbuckle Joe.

The champion picks the challenger up by the hair as the men are toe-to-toe once more. Bishop lands a hard right connects viciously with Dave's jaw, before grabbing hold of the Canadian's arm and whipping him into the exposed turnbuckle. Demento falls on his back upon impact as Bishop scales the ropes and looks down upon his prey. He catches his breath for a short instant as he launches himself off the ropes and connects with the Decido Spritus! Already laying on top, Bishop demands for the referee to count the pin.

Cameron Stone: This is it, Joe Bishop retains his champ...

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Alecia Matthews: How did he kick out?!?

Somehow, someway, Demento got his shoulder up in the nick of time as Bishop rises to his knees, flabbergasted. Bishop shakes his head in protest as he decides to shoot the half once again and hook the outside leg for good measure.

Cameron Stone: He's frustrated Alecia.

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The former International champion once again throws his shoulder up as Bishop returns to a vertical base in shock. Demento has rolled over on his stomach, army crawling his way to the ropes for a breather. However, Bishop takes advantage while locking in a devastating boston crab. Demento's long legs are contorted as Joe sits as far back as he can to add more pressure. Pain is the only emotion forming on the Savior's face, desperately hoping he can make it to the ropes. He reaches closer and closer, only a few inches away from the ropes as the crowd roars on in approval.

Cameron Stone: Submission victory is always sweeter than just another pinfall.

Dave extends his arm out, looking to save the match, but the younger Bishop relinquishes the hold while showing different shades of frustration. The champion rolls Dave out on the ring apron, the former champion still writhing in pain from the submission attempt, as Bishop follows him on the apron. Demento uses Bishop's body to rise to his feet, however the 'Revolutionary' connects with a devastating headbutt has Dave reeling from past concussion problems. Using his advantage, Bishop kicks Dave in the gut, folding him over and connects with a sickening DDT on the apron! Demento bounces off the hardest part of the ring, as he remains motionless on the ringside mat.

Alecia Matthews: That was sick!

Cameron Stone: His neck snapped backwards! Oh my god. He can't be one hundred percent after that.

The Englishman hops off the ring apron and continues to throw kicks to the downed Demento, almost a shadow of Demento's attack on Bishop outside of the ring just a few moments earlier.

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Bishop looks to add insult to injury as he picks Dave up and whips him face first in the metal ring post, Dave's body flying through the air and crashing hard on the restraining guardrail. Joe Bishop can't help but smile at his destruction.

Alecia Matthews: This isn't a match anymore. This is straight up assault.

Cameron Stone: They signed up for this.

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Bishop continues his onslaught, using his own two hands to choke Demento on the floor outside of the ring. Momentum has fully swayed in the opposite direction while Dave gasps for air, the current International champion taunting the crowd.

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Bishop rises to his feet and rolls back into the ring, as Dave claws the ring apron, looking to pull himself up and into the ring. At the count of eight, Dave rolls his carcass in the ring. The champion takes notice, shoots the half and hooks the outer leg for the pin.

Alecia Matthews: Please end this now. Look at the blood gushing from Dave's face. This is disgusting.

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No! At the last possible split second, Dave gets his shoulder up as Bishop slowly rolls off the body of his opponent. With widened eyes, Bishop stares a hole through the referee. Now risen to his feet, Bishop bends over and looks to pull Demento up by the air, but he's caught in a small package!

Cameron Stone: He has him! This is it!

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No! Bishop rolls through as the fans rise into a frenzy. Both Dave Demento and Joe Bishop are on their knees, teetering on exhaustion, in two opposing corners of the ring. Their eyes meet as the fans are still roaring from the wonderful main event. Staggering to the middle of the ring, Bishop and Demento meet face-to-face in the middle of the ring once again. Demento hits a right to a loud 'Yay!' from the crowd. In which Bishop returns the favour to a loud 'Booo!' from the crowd.

Boo!

Yay!

Boo!

Yay!

Boo! Boo! Boo! Bishop continues his onslaught of punches and kicks, forcing Demento into the corner. Bishop delivers a stiff forearm that rocks Dave. Joe, using his speed advantage, runs across the ring and rebounds off the ropes. But he is met with a Viking Spear in the middle of the ring! Dave puts an arm across the beaten chest of Bishop.

Cameron Stone: Viking Spear! This is it! The end.

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Alecia Matthews: Both of these men are exhausted.

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Cameron Stone: We have a new International champion!

No! Nobody can believe it as Joe Bishop raises his shoulder. Not a single fan is sitting down in the arena here in Seattle, as Dave groggily stands back up using the ropes. Bishop starts to reel on the ring mat, but is then picked up by the hair by Demento. The powerhouse hoisting him onto his shoulders, looking for the Orange Crush, but Bishop hops down and pushes the 'Savior of Salvation' into the corner and connects with a huge Yakuza Kick! Demento drops down to the mat, Bishop ascends the turnbuckle and connects with the devastating Decido Spiritus!

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Cameron Stone: That's all she wrote.

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Alecia Matthews: For the love of god, can we get some ambulances ready in the back for these two?

No! Dave Demento gets his shoulder up as Bishop rolls off the broken body of his opponent. Bishop looks to end things now, hooking the furthest leg.

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Cameron Stone: He wants to end this.

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Kickout. The frustrated Bishop yells at the referee and hooks both legs.

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Demento rises the shoulder. Bishop, sweating buckets, grabs hold of the ropes and rises to his feet. He ascends the turnbuckles once again, hunching over looking to hit another Decido Spiritus. As he stands tall, Dave Demento hits the top rope, crotching the International champion. Demento follows him and climbs up the turnbuckle as he hooks the champion's arm and looks to hit a devastating superplex. However, Bishop hits Demento in the gut and proceeds to hit him with a Piledriver off the top rope! Dave's head bounces off the middle of the ring mat as Bishop places an arm over Dave's broken carcass.

Cameron Stone: Put a fork in it. It's done.

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Alecia Matthews: What a match.

Christa Adina: And the winner of the match... and STILL WFWF International champion... JOE BISHOP!!

Dave Demento and Joe Bishop remain grounded in the middle of the ring, neither of them moving a muscle for a moment. Bishop slowly stirs towards the ropes and groggily brings himself up to a loud ovation of cheers of respect.

Cameron Stone: They've earned this. Tonight, in Seattle, Washington, Joe Bishop and Dave Demento showed the world that they are the next generation of professional wrestling.

Every single WFWF fan in this arena in Seattle is standing and clapping the performance they have just witnessed. Joe Bishop is handed the International championship, as he holds it high up in the air for the whole world to see.

Alecia Matthews: Joe Bishop has done it! Joe Bishop retains the International Championship!

Cameron Stone: What a match, say what you will about Bishop but he’s earned that title.

Joe Bishop slowly rises to his feet, pushing Demento away with his boot. He’s about to demand his title when suddenly… the lights go off.

Cameron Stone: Aww this can’t be good.

With the lights shut off and the crowd buzzing with expectation the big screen begins to flicker with static. It takes a few moments before the static clears and we’re left with a dark room, an eerie, smoke filled room. From the darkness somebody sits in front of the camera, but we can only see his silhouette. But when he speaks it’s pretty obvious who we’re listening to.

Trace Demon: I should have seen it coming. Last week you, Joe Bishop, stabbed me in the back and left me in a heap in that ring. You turned your back on me despite everything I’ve taught you. You threw away any chance you had of helping this revolution succeed. But still, I should have seen it coming. After all, I taught you everything you know.

You learnt how to be underhanded from the very best; you learnt how to lie and cheat your way to the top from yours truly. You were going to ride my coat tails all the way to the top, weren’t you Joey boy? But then something changed. I lost to Drakz and you saw weakness and you figured, hey, I can make myself a star right now. Bravo Joe, bravo. You saw an opportunity and you took it, that’s brash and ballsy, got to show some respect to that.

See I never really believed that you were in this for the revolution; I always knew you were just another pathetic nobody in it for the glory. And glory you got thanks to me. But you didn’t think about what you were doing when you clocked me with that microphone. You didn’t think about the consequences. Now you’ve turned your back on me there’s nobody left to prop you up, you’ve got to cope without a superior specimen to keep you afloat. And I don’t think you’ve got it in you. But there’s one other consequence, something you had to have known was going to happen.

Slowly Trace leans forwards so we can see his face and this isn’t the same Trace Demon we know. His face is painted in dark-red and black to mimic a skull with its flesh ripped off. Trace smirks maniacally.

Trace Demon: That I’d come for you.

The screen goes to static again and a moment later the screen lights back up. Joe Bishop stands staring at it, trying not to seem threatened, as the crowd erupt. Joe’s confused, then he turns around to find Trace Demon standing right behind him in all his painted glory! The King of Demons immediately launches himself as Joe Bishop, taking him to the ground with a tackle and then unloading with vicious right hands straight to the skull of the International Champion.

Alecia Matthews: Trace Demon might just have lost the last bit of sanity he’s got left, and that’s bad news for Joe Bishop.

Cameron Stone: Joe needs to get out of there quick if he wants to keep his head.

Trace Demon nails stiff shot after stiff shot before Joe manages to wriggle out from underneath him, pushing Trace Demon away. The two men scramble to their feet, Joe’s lip having been split open from the punches, but as Bishop turns he’s caught clean in the jaw with a boot that sends him tumbling out of the ropes! Bishop quickly hightails it up the ramp before Trace can follow, the King of Demons dropping down onto his knees, holding out his arms and screaming at Bishop to fight him.

Alecia Matthews: Trace Demon is gunning for a fight but Joe Bishop isn’t having any of it.

Cameron Stone: Bishop got suckered right there, next time the two stand toe to toe I doubt he’ll be running.

But for now he most certainly is, Joe Bishop and Trace Demon staring each other down as the war between them begins, Big Trouble in Little Seattle heading to a commercial break.

[Drakz]

Alecia Matthews: Well here we go folks. We've had our main event. Time to lower the bar.

Everything goes dark. “Beware” begins to play over the speakers. Spotlights explode on and focus on one spot on the stage. DMK appears in the spot light. He is wearing a KKK boxer robe, available at KKK.com. He shadows boxes for a moment with his taped fist flying recklessly around. The entire KKK Army surrounds him. Tugarin behind him, Ahriman and Whitner to each side. The MDS run around screaming at fans and acting like typical crackheads. Flashes simulating paparazzi cameras go off for several moments.

Cameron Stone: Well this is just ridiculous.

Alecia Matthews: Did expect anything less from Michael Kyzer’s protégé?

Cameron Stone: At least there aren’t strippers everywhere.

DMK begins his march to the ring with his entourage in tow. The Seattle crowd has little love for the home town dwarf. He ignores the boos as The MDS grab signs and scream in the faces of fans. DMK enters the ring with midgets swarming around in a chaotic mess. He stands in the middle of the ring, throws his fists up in the air knocking his hood back. The crowd boos. His face is all business. Nothing is breaking this motherf~cker’s focus.

Cameron Stone: Seattle doesn’t like the midget.

A screaming distortion tears through the arena, building in ferocity to an ear piercing crescendo. Every white light in the arena flashes in strobe for a full 10 seconds, disorienting the audience, until finally the sludgy guitar riff of "MK7" kicks in amidst a myriad of howling vocals. As the song jumps into gear the lights stop flickering and a number of bright spot-lamps all point to the exact same spot at the top of the ramp, lighting up the man the people paid to see, Drakz.

The series of screens that surround the stage glow white as well, almost silhouetting Drakz as he bounces on his toes. He runs both hands up the sides of his head and then down his face, flicking them suddenly down to either side of his body, fingers outstretched. In perfect unison a shower of silver pyro explodes either side of him and the stage screens turn to past footage of the man in action. The difference in light reveals him fully to the cheering crowd, his title belt around his waist.

Alecia Matthews: But they love Drakz.

Cameron Stone: Seattle is a smart city.

Drakz walks to the ring with a giant grin on his face. DMK stares him down from the corner. His entourage has mostly gathered around that corner on the outside with the exception of a midget or two floating around somewhere.

Alecia Matthews: Drakz is appearing to savor this whole thing.

Cameron Stone: Can you blame him? DMK is trash and a thug. I would have loved to get a match with him during my run-in’s with Zmey.

Alecia Matthews: I don’t think you will find many people disagreeing with you. Except the people who follow him. Now they grow in strength with Ante Whitner joining.

Cameron Stone: He had such a bright future. It is all going to get swallowed up by that monster.

Drakz slowly walks up the steps and enters the ring. He is still grinning as he stares across as the angry, angry midget. DMK drops the robe. He is KKK kickboxing shorts, also available at KKK.com, and black boots. He looks like an angry little bareknuckle brawler out of the movie Snatch.

Christa Adina: (reading from a card handed to her by a crack midget) Introducing first, from Seattle Washington and weighing in…at…190 lbs…of pure steel and cock…the most badass, gansta ass motherf~cking midget in the world…DMK!!! I am going to get fired…

DMK throws his hands up again at his introduction. Again most people boo.

Christa Adina: (again reading from a card under threat from crack midgets) His opponent, hailing from the bottom side of boys town…the wonderful and wacky Welsh pedophile…Drakz!!! Sh~t….

Drakz just looks at Christa, laughing, as she shrugs her shoulders in apology. The crowd cheers regardless.

Cameron Stone: Did he just use intimidation tactics to get custom introductions?

Alecia Matthews: You have to admire the tactic as an attempt to get into Drakz’s head.

Cameron Stone: No I don’t.

The lights go out again. Something appears on the video screen.

“In Memory of Issac Cray (Drakz)
01/29/82- 11/10/2012”

“Angel’s Son” by Sevendust begins to play throughout the arena. The words on the screen fade out and a video begins to play.

Fully Charged 02/10/2006


With the referees hand less then a centimeter off of the mat Drakz lifts his shoulder up and the crowd reacts with astonishment. Slowly Drakz rolls himself over to his chest and begins to push himself up as Michaels gets to his feet with the aid of the ropes. Michaels runs over to Drakz but Drakz jumps up and strikes a elbow shot to Michaels before then running to the ropes, springboarding off of the second one and trying to catch Johnny with a DDT to hit the Pistol Whip Split. As Drakz comes across for the DDT Michaels side steps out of the way and runs towards the ropes himself as Drakz lands on his feet. Once near the ropes Michaels leaps up onto the top on, jumps up to turn on it and then leaps back into the ring trying for a flipping neckbreaker to complete the Rated R, however as Michaels try’s Drakz moves out of the way leaving Michaels to flip over onto his feet in the ring. Drakz now try’s to clothesline Michaels in the back of the head but the champion ducks and as Drakz turns he leaps up onto his shoulders going for a second Directors Cut. Michaels sits on Drakz shoulders and then beings to spring up to fall down into the DDT but as he springs Drakz spins around and wraps his arm around Michaels next to then leap up and hit the Nail Bomb on the movie man. Both men go down but Drakz doesn’t stay down for long as he pauses up to all fours, crawls over to Michaels and then hooks his leg

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Winner & New WFWF World Champion: Drakz

The end of match bell rings out loudly and ‘Way Of The Samurai’ by DJ Spor hits the speakers again as the crowd applauds the match. The cage is now powered down as EMT’s make their way to ringside to check up on the four superstars in the ring, the match referee now takes the title belt from the time keeper area and climbs back into the ring where he helps Drakz to his knees and hands him the belt. Drakz stays on two knees looking at the face plate of the belt before then rising to his feet and holding it up with one arm as he stumbles around. He falls back against the ropes and holds the title against his chest before then turning and falling down into the corner where he sits against the bottom turnbuckle as he holds the belt up with one hand and the show fades out.

Life is changing
I can't go on without you
Rearranging. I will be strong
I'll stand by you

Superbrawl IV 09/03/2006

Josh slowly gets to his feet. He pulls Drakz up with him and grabs him by the throat. Michael Kyzer suddenly runs down to the ring. Josh drops Drakz at seeing him. Kyzer and Josh start yelling at each other. Suddenly Drakz delivers a forearm shot to the back of Josh’s head and knocks him over the ropes. Kyzer grabs a chair. He pours glue on it and dumps glass all over it. He slides it into the ring to Drakz. Kyzer pulls Josh up and slides him into the ring. Kyzer pulls a pair handcuff out of his back pocket. He tosses them to Drakz. Drakz handcuffs Josh’s to the rope. Drakz grabs the glass covered chair. He nails Josh in the head once. He hits him again, and again, and again. Blood is pouring from Josh’s head. Drakz hits Josh again, and again. Josh is hanging limply from the ropes. Drakz doesn’t relent. He hits him with the chair again.

Hayden: .............

Crystal: Jesus christ! Drakz is an animal


The chair is covered with blood and glass. Drakz hits him again. Josh’s face is a bloody, glass covered mess. He hits him again. The ref finally tries to get Drakz to stop. Kyzer slides into the ring and throws the ref down. Drakz hits Josh again, and again. Kyzer walks over to the corner and uncuffs Josh. Kyzer pulls Josh up to his feet. He drapes Josh over his shoulder so that his head is prominent. Drakz grabs it and hits the Nail Bomb. Drakz rolls over on him. Kyzer grabs the ref’s hand to make the count.

1…2…3!!!

Winner - Drakz

EMT’s rush to the ring. Drakz tries to get to his feet but passes out. Both men are bloody messes.

(You were fighting everyday)
(So hard to hide the pain)
(I know you never said goodbye)
(I had so much left to say)

Down In The Treme 10/14/2011

A hooded masked man jumps the railing and slides into the ring as Ace slides in from the other side. The masked man cracks the chair over Ace’s head. He turns and nails Trace before he realizes what is happening. He drops the chair and throws back the hood. He rips the mask off.


Matthew Werner: Holy sh~t! It is Drakz.


The crowd is in an uproar at the sight of Drakz. Durst slides in, grabs the chair and nails Trace with it, knocking him out of the ring. He hits Ace with it knocking him out as well. Durst turns and Drakz kicks him in the midsection. Drakz drops him with a vicious Needle Damage. Kyzer is managing to get to his feet as Drakz turns on him.


Matt Steel: I love this guy. He destroyed that douche.


The both just break out into grins as Vex'D - Heart Space (feat. Anneka) hits the speakers. Kyzer spits on a fallen Durst as he stands there with Drakz as we cut to commercial.

One last song
Given to an Angel's Son
As soon as you were gone
As soon as you were gone

Superbrawl VII 11/08/2011

With Brennan stunned and Drakz still reeling from the lack of oxygen, the veteran barely beats the rookie back to a vertical base; Drakz hitting David with a boot to the midsection before applying a front facelock and sending Brennan to the canvas with a fisherman suplex. Drakz forgoes the cover however, rising quickly back to his feet and beginning to stalk his foe; the Superdome filling with energy as Brennan rises and quickly falls into the hands of the former WFWF Champion. Drakz applies the pumphandle position and scoops David up to his shoulders but the newcomer counters and rolls off; Brennan grabbing Drakz by the back of the head and the waistband of his pants and stepping forward, tossing Drakz between the top and second rope into the steel post. With a small smirk upon his face, David Brennan steps to the apron and shoves Drakz back into the ring before quickly ascending to the top rope. With Drakz doubled over and clutching his shoulder, Brennan leaps for The Fresh Cut!


Matt Steel: Looking for The Fresh Cut here.


Matthew Werner: DRAKZ DODGED IT!


Matt Steel: My ears!


Drakz stands up just at the last second and avoids the contact, stumbling back toward center ring as Brennan is left to crash and burn; forcing himself up to his feet in an instant as he clutches his right leg in pain. His own momentary distraction costs him as he stumbles back into Drakz' clutches, the returning WFWF Hall of Famer scooping up from the pumphandle position and quickly dropping Brennan on his head with the Needle Damage and holding on for the pin.

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Ding! Ding! Ding!


Keri Thames: Ladies and Gentlemen, here is your winner; Drakz!


Matthew Werner: Drakz has done it! He's won in his return!


Matt Steel: Way to just repeat Keri's announcement in two sentences, but congratulations to Drakz regardless. What a match!

I have a new life now
She lives through you
What can I do?
Feel so alone now
I pray for you
We still love you

Loaded 12/4/2011

But Trace on instinct alone gets his foot on the bottom rope. Kyzer drags Trace to his corner and tags in Drakz, the two men taking it in turns to throw shoulders into Trace Demon's gut. Trace eventually crumples and Drakz grabs him by the face, slaps him and bad mouths him before dragging him up. Drakz shouts outside the ring to Hutton who is holding onto the ring apron to stabilize himself. "Watch and learn!" He then begins an onslaught of german suplexes on Trace, keeping the hold and bringing him back up to hit another. He hits the third and releases his grip grinning. He stays on Trace and locks him into a Sharpshooter. Trace fights toward the ropes and manages to grab them with both hands, lifting himself up and alleviating the pressure but Kyzer runs on the apron and shoots a hard kick through the ropes causing Trace to lose his grip and be pulled back into the center of the ring. Brown has regained his bearings and heads into the ring but Drakz reacts and breaks the submission moving toward Hutton, scooping him onto his shoulders and hitting the Needle Damage. Kyzer enters and all 4 men are in the ring now. Trace Demon dives toward Kyzer who dodges, ruffles his hair mockingly from behind, then as he turns back around lifts him up onto his shoulders landing The Kyzer Effect. Drakz runs up the turnbuckle, shouts as loud as he can mocking Hutton Brown and leaps backward moonsaulting down onto Trace.


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... 2 ...


... 3 ...


Keri Thames: The winners of this match Michael Kyzer & Drakz.


"Heartspace" hits the speaker system and Drakz and Kyzer celebrate in the ring with a handshake, Kyzer rolls out of the ring, grabs both his title and the national title and rolls back in. He gives the National title to Drakz and they both hold them aloft before Drakz stops, looks at the belt and upon seeing it's the National title laughs and throws it down to a floored Hutton. Kyzer pats him on the back and the two of them make their way back up the ramp to go party like it's 1976. The screen begins to fade to black as the WFWF logo flashes on the screen.

You were fighting everyday
So hard to hide the pain
I know you never said goodbye
I had so much left to say

It’s Super Effective! 03/12/2012

With Trace Demon down Drakz uses the opportunity to roll under the bottom rope to the outside. He pulls the ring apron up and seems to be looking for something in particular. It takes a few moments before he pulls out a black metal baseball bat. Drakz looks at the weapon, smirks, and then slides back into the ring. He backs away from Trace Demon, crouching down in such a way that doesn’t put too much pressure on the ankle while he waits for the King of Demons to get onto his feet. It takes a few moments before Trace slowly pushes himself up onto his feet and as he turns around Drakz swings the metal baseball bat straight into the abdomen, possibly breaking a few ribs in the process.


Matthew Werner: Drakz with the illegal object right there!


Matt Steel: No referee, no disqualification though. And don’t think for a second that Trace Demon wouldn’t have done the exact same thing if he had gotten the opportunity.


Drakz quickly rolls the metal baseball bat away from him and ducks behind the doubled over Trace Demon, lifting him up onto his shoulders with the pump handle lift for the second time. This time there is no counter as Drakz swiftly brings Trace around and drops him to the mat head first with the one, the only...


Matthew Werner: Needle Damage!


Matt Steel: And that could be all she wrote.


Drakz quickly, or as quickly as he can with an injured ankle, grabs the referee. He slaps him around a bit to wake him up then drags him over towards the down and out Trace Demon before dropping down for the cover...


ONE!


Matthew Werner: Drakz used that metal baseball bat to his full advantage here and he could get the win because of it.


TWO!


Matt Steel: It’s what makes him so dangerous, he doesn’t care whether he breaks the rules as long as he doesn’t get caught.


THREE!


Matt Steel: He did it! Drakz is the new WFWF International Champion!


Matthew Werner: A hard fought bout from both men but here tonight the heinous mind of Drakz comes out on top.


Keri Thames: And your winner, and the new WFWF International Champion... Drakz!


Drakz is handed the International Championship, holding it up in the air to a mixed reaction. He walks around the ring, laughing at the victory while the referee slowly gets to his feet. As Drakz continues walking around celebrating he doesn’t see Trace Demon pull himself onto his feet. Nor does he see Trace Demon pick up the metal baseball bat. The first Drakz knows of it is as he turns around and Trace swings the bat straight into his abdomen just like Drakz did to him just a few minutes ago. Drakz drops to the mat from the blow and quickly rolls out of the ring, narrowly avoiding a second swing of the bat. Trace screams at Drakz as he painfully backs up the ramp, the International Championship in hand.


Matthew Werner: Well Drakz walks away with the win and gold here tonight but I don’t think this one is over... oh my god!


The cry of shock comes at Trace turns and drives the metal baseball bat into the ribcage of the referee. Trace drops the bat and moves behind the referee before lifting him up onto his shoulders with a pump handle lift. Without ever taking his eyes off of the retreating Drakz Trace brings the referee around and drops him headfirst to the mat with Drakz’s own finisher, the Needle Damage. Trace sits in the ring, staring at Drakz as a sick grin comes across his face. He mouths that this isn’t over as Drakz shouts at him to bring it on.

One last song
Given to an Angel's Son
As soon as you were gone
As soon as you were gone

Loaded 06/09/2012

MK immediately runs over to Kyzer with the duffle bag in hand. He pulls out a bottle of water and pours it on Kyzer waking him up. DMK helps Kyzer up best as he can since he is a midget. Raider is up and helps Drake get free from where he was hung up. DMK pulls something out the bag and runs up the steps. He sprays something in Raiders face and Raider hits the mat covering his eyes.


Matt Steel: Is that bear mace?


Matthew Werner: Isn’t that what Dog the Bounty Hunter uses?


DMK sprays Drake next. He starts thrashing around. DMK grabs the bag and climbs into the ring, Kyzer follows up the steps and back into the ring. DMK pulls out a six pack and chain from the bag. He chains the door shut behind them preventing anyone from entering that way. Kyzer pulls Ace up to his feet and lifts him on shoulders. He drops him with The Kyzer Effect. Brennan grabs a bottle and begins putting one back. He empties it in one sip and then smashes the empty over Raider’s head. Drakz is back to his feet too. He grabs a bottle and throws it back himself. He then proceeds to smash his empty over Drake’s head. Drakz then locks in The End Game on Drake. Brennan stands over Ace and jumps into the air coming down hard with a double stomp on his chest. DMK even delivers a few little boots to Raider.


Matthew Werner: This is insane. Someone needs to come stop this.


Matt Steel: Those guys don’t have any friends back there.


Kyzer sits on the top turnbuckle watching the carnage. Brennan is on the mat laying punch after punch into Ace. Drakz finally releases the hold on Drake. Drakz grabs Raider by the legs and catapults him into the cage wall. Kyzer has a microphone through sober magic. He puts the microphone up to his mouth to speak but the crowd erupts into boos. He only smiles to this as it brings him to his feet. He stands over the three men laid out by The New Epoch.


Michael Kyzer: If anyone thought that tonight would be the end of The New Epoch was unfortunately wrong. It isn’t going to be the end of The New Epoch. If anything this is our coming out party.


The three wear smiles as the crowd starts launching trash against the cage.

One last song (I can't believe you're gone )
Given to an Angel's Son (I can't believe)
As soon as you were gone (As soon as you were gone)
As soon as you were gone

Revolution 11/10/2012

Kyzer is up and takes both of the tag titles, handing one to Drakz. They celebrate to the disapproval of the in house audience and Kyzer spits on Raider. The two men make their way up the ramp and stand on the stage looking back at the fallen Raider and Samael. Drakz walks to the edge of the stage and holds the tag belt overhead, shouting back toward both the crowd and the fallen men in the ring and Kyzer moves toward him.


Alecia Matthews: Just throwing salt in the wound these two make me sick.


He reaches up and takes Drakz by the hand to celebrate with him but to everyone's shock proceeds to ram the arm up behind Drakz's back causing him to drop the belt.


Alecia Matthews: Wait! What's this!??!


He then sweeps Drakz's leg and drops him on the hard steel of the stage with Odium. The crowd has no idea what to make of his actions but he doesn't stop there. Kyzer then lifts Drakz back up and hoists him onto his shoulders, he follows with The Kyzer Effect and then with absolute focus drags his former best friend up once more and points off of the stage down to the floor below.


Alecia Matthews: I…I…I don't know what to say folks.


Raider has pulled himself to the ropes and with his head and arms hanging out between the middle and bottom rope watches in disbelief as Kyzer steps back and with a run tosses Drakz like a rag doll through the air, flailing out of control and awkwardly down onto the unprotected concrete below.

Cameron Stone: What the f~ck is going on?

The last scene replays itself over and over as the music ends. Drakz and DMK both look confused, suddenly an ever so familiar tune begins to play. “Absent” by Snot begins to echo throughout the arena and everyone immediately begins to go crazy. Both Drakz and DMK seem shocked to hear the music.

Alecia Matthews: I think we are about to find out.

On cue The God of F~ck appears on the stage. DMK’s eyes are wide as he didn’t expect this. Michael Kyzer stands on the stage wearing that trademark grin of his. A very loud mixed reaction for the King of Seattle.

Cameron Stone: Apparently the midget is as surprised as everyone else.

Kyzer stands on the stage for a moment soaking in the moment before he starts approaching the ring. Drakz’s attention is fully focused on Michael. With everyone’s focus on Kyzer, Tugarin Zmey climbs into the ring. He takes off running and blasts Drakz in the side of the head with a giant boot. DMK is shocked and looks like he is about explode. Zmey stands over Drakz and stares at Kyzer who is laughing. Kyzer climbs into the ring as DMK is screaming profanity at Zmey and everyone else. The rest of the KKK Army is in shock at the scene in front of them. Kyzer bends down looking at Drakz.


Alecia Matthews: Holy Sh…Zmey just dropped Drakz out of nowhere. And DMK is losing it. I don’t think this is how DMK pictured all this going down.

Cameron Stone: I don’t think anyone pictured this happening.

Kyzer grabs Drakz and lifts him up. He drops him back down with The Kyzer Effect. Michael stands laughing at the fallen champion. Kyzer points to Drakz and Zmey lifts him. Zmey holds Drakz up by his head as Kyzer rears back and hits the F~ck You right in the face. Drakz falls. DMK explodes. He grabs Zmey attempting to spin the giant to face him. Zmey just looks down with a vacant stare and walks out of the ring. DMK looks at Kyzer who merely shrugs his shoulders while grinning.

Alecia Matthews: I don’t know what to say to this.

Cameron Stone: …

Kyzer uses his ninja skills to produce a microphone. He is staring over Drakz.

Kyzer: I have a present for you. I was inspired by a mutual friend.

He pulls out what looks like legal papers. He bends down and tucks them into Drakz’s tights. He drops the microphone as he music plays again over the speakers. DMK just angrily stares at his once best friend as we fade to a very confusing black.

[Drakz]

Huge thank you to all who contributed. I will throw my hands up and say besides the intro and Drakz's back stage seg I wrote nothing for this show. I simply coded and put it together.

Again I can only echo what Trace said in that if this was considered a poor turn out we still got what I think reads as a HUGE show with a lot of story line progression.

New card will go up soon.

[Drakz]

Also Markw can you sticky this please?

[The Gangsta]

Wow. Holy sh*t, one helluva show with the turnout it had.

[jdfranchise]

This was a sexuh set of results if I do say so myself. The end segment was awesome. We all knew it was a matter of time before we saw Michael Kyzer come back, but it was still awesome. Great job all involved.

[DJS]

Ante...

[bad guy™]

I also just realized that with this win:

For the first time in 8 years, I have successfully defended a championship.

Womp.

[Drakz]

Feb 20, 2015 15:44:52 GMT -5 bad guy™ said:

I also just realized that with this win:

For the first time in 8 years, I have successfully defended a championship.

Womp.

Lulz

[bad guy™]

Feb 20, 2015 16:14:45 GMT -5 Drakz said:

Feb 20, 2015 15:44:52 GMT -5 bad guy™ said:

I also just realized that with this win:

For the first time in 8 years, I have successfully defended a championship.

Womp.

Lulz

Vacated the International Championship once and the WFWF Championship once.
Lost one International Championship to Thunder.
Lost both former tag title defenses to Raider/Bennett and Epoch, respectively.

That leaves this as the sole reign I've done anything with the title.

[Drakz]

Start of a beautiful thing?