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Post by Rated R on Jun 14, 2017 14:24:07 GMT -5
LIVE from The Bell Center, Montreal, Quebec, Canada!Explosions! Fireworks! Music! A spectacular video package that I’m simply too busy to write. Welcome to Foundation!Alecia Matthews: Ladies and gentlemen we are live from The Bell Center here in Montreal, Quebec, Canada for the second stop on our Canadian tour. We’re kicking off a new era here in the WFWF as we welcome you to this show exclusively on pay-per-view! Daniel Knight: It’s a new era and we’re kicking it off in style. Tonight we’ve got a monumental WFWF International Championship match as well as what promises to be one hell of a street fight. Alecia Matthews: But before all that we’ve been promised a blockbuster announcement by our very own Lila Sleater, and I think we’re going to be kicking things off with exactly that. Christa Adina: Ladies and gentlemen, at this time, please welcome to the ring - Lila Sleater! A mixed reaction rises from the sold out crowd as the WFWF's principle decision maker determinedly makes her way down the ramp toward the ring, her presence often ambiguously signaling some manner or another of upheaval toward the WFWF's roster, which could often illicit thunderous applause or vitriolic jeers, depending on where her sights had been set on any particular evening.
Refusing to be fazed by any negative response to her name, she climbs the ring steps and into the ring, accepting the mic from Adina as the crowd settles in, cautiously eager to hear what's brought her out tonight.Lila Sleater: Thank you, Montreal, and welcome to the start of a new chapter in the WFWF's long standing history! We've already got an action packed card waiting to unfold for you all here tonight, but what better way to stack upon an already loaded kick-off pay-per-view than to finally address the contendership for the WFWF Heavyweight Championship?! The notion of a contender for the WFWF's top prize is enough to sway the crowd entirely in her favor, as a raucous cheer rises from the sold out crowd, who is now ravenously eager to hear who will find themselves staring down the champ in his first title defense.Lila Sleater: Since the finals of the Supreme Gauntlet tournament, it should come as no surprise that my office has been plagued by talent and their agents making their cases as to why they should be the first to face Joe Bishop for the WFWF World Heavyweight Championship. We have, as you know, a roster full of contenders eager to make their own run for the most prestigious prize, but tonight, I'm pleased to announce that Joe Bishop's inaugural title defense at Pacific Rim will be against none other than David Brennan! The crowd pops huge - not necessarily in celebration of Bishop's opponent, but rather the prospect of a sequel to their absolute barn burner in the finals of the championship tournament. Daniel Knight: Pleased?! Lila Sleater: Now, now its true that Brennan and I have not always seen eye to eye, and that common accusation would suggest that Brennan would be the last name on my list of potential opponents for Joe Bishop, but the fact remains that Bishop did defeat Brennan for an uncontested championship. Under normal circumstances, there'd be solid grounds for a rematch, and as such, Brennan will be granted this singular opportunity to face Bishop for the championship. The reasoning does not sit well with the crowd in attendance, who vocally express their displeasure at Brennan being handed, well, anything. All smiles, Sleater puts up a hand to interject once more.Lila Sleater: That being said...this agreement has not come lightly, and in concession, an agreement has been made. An almost deafening silence comes over the crowd, drowning out any lingering jeers, as no stipulation set on Sleater's behalf could possibly lean well in Brennan's favor.Lila Sleater: Should David Brennan fail to emerge victorious following his rematch with Joe Bishop at Pacific Rim, he will, effective immediately, resign himself to retirement from the WFWF, conceding any titles that should remain in his possession following the conclusion of this event! This is the announcement Sleater needed to sway the crowd back to her side - the place comes unglued at the mere prospect of the WFWF's resident assh*le being a distant memory in a matter of a few short weeks.Alecia Matthews: My god… Daniel Knight: What an announcement! Sleater's announcement has left the audience in high gear as she exits the ring, waving a quick flick of the wrist to the gathered crowd as she makes her way toward the back.Alecia Matthews: Folks, we now have Joe Bishop's first title defense seemingly set in stone for the culmination of our Canadian tour, but the implications have just grown ten fold, leaving perhaps more questions than answers in the wake of what we've just learned. Daniel Knight: What's to question - soon enough, the WFWF will be rid of David Brennan once and for all! What a great way to start the night. Alecia Matthews: Well we promised you big things tonight and there’s no point in slowing down now. Let’s get the action started! Daniel Knight: We’re kicking things off with a triple threat match as Mike Jette plays the role of unlikely veteran against Anna Ahriman and Danny Young. As you’d come to expect from a triple threat match nowadays the action starts off thick and fast as Mike Jette and Anna Ahriman work together to fight off the bigger Danny Young and manage to send him packing with a double dropkick. The alliance doesn’t last as Jette turns on Anna and begins working away at the back. The beating continues until Danny Young interjects, blasting Jette with a violent shoot kick. Young takes control, showing himself to be impressively adept in the ring as he works over both opponents. He sets Jette up for the DY Driver but Jette slips out and rolls him up for a close two count. Both men scramble to their feet but Young’s there first and hits a snap kick to the side of the head. Jette goes to the ground and Danny Young lines up for the PK. He charges forwards but Jette drops backwards, the kick flying over his head. Danny Young can’t stop his own momentum however and it carries him straight into the Pixie Cut by Anna Ahriman! Anna’s caught from behind by Jette who attempts to yank her in but the smaller woman slips through his grip and catches him with the Goddess Kick. Jette staggers rather than going down but that leaves him worse off as he swiftly falls to the Triple-A. Anna makes the cover…
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…3!Christa Adina: Your winner… Anna Ahriman! Alecia Matthews: A big victory by Anna Ahriman as she capitalises on the chaotic energy of that contest. Daniel Knight: She pulled it off tonight but Danny Young put in a very impressive debut performance. He’s definitely going to be one to watch if he sticks around. Daniel Knight: Before our next match, we have a taped interview I did earlier today with current World Champion Joe Bishop and Frank Lynn, two men leading a revolution to change the WFWF.
Fade in to a shot of a generic locker room. Joe Bishop sits on one bench with his championship belt next to him. Frank Lynn sits opposite him in a folding chair, his manager Daphne standing behind him massaging his shoulders.
Daniel Knight: Excuse me gentlemen, if I could have a moment of your time…
Joe Bishop: Sure Daniel, what’s on your mind?
Daniel Knight: How are the two of you doing after the tag match loss to Trace Demon and David Brennan at The Climb?
Joe Bishop: We’re fine. It sucks that we lost but Trace was up to his usual antics.
Frank Lynn: If I can interject, the loss was entirely my fault. I have to apologize to Joe and all the fans who were pulling for us. I let Trace Demon pull my strings leading to us being in the crowd and you know what happened then…
Thanks to the modern miracle of editing, the feed cuts to several still shots of Trace Demon handcuffing Frank Lynn to a fan in the Toronto crowd all set to suitably dramatic music. An almost uncomfortable amount of time is spent on the last shot showing Kevin Jansen holding up the WFWF World Championship belt.
Joe Bishop: Nonsense. You have nothing to apologize for. Trace is a piece of sh*t and he took advantage of you. You’ve learned an important lesson is all. It won’t happen again.
Frank Lynn: I hope so but no words you can say will dull the guilt I’m feeling for costing you all that momentum you gained in the Supreme Gauntlet.
Joe Bishop: You didn't cost me anything, I should have been ready for it.
Daniel Knight: So you don’t think the loss hurt your revolution?
Joe Bishop: Not in the slightest. It was minor setback but it highlights exactly what we are fighting for. We have more support than ever and are back tonight standing tall, ready to make another stand.
Daniel Knight turns to speak directly to Frank Lynn.
Daniel Knight: Speaking of tonight, you have to face Trace Demon in a street fight. After he embarrassed you last time out, are you sure you are up to the task? Can you beat the Demon at his own game?
The image cuts to footage of Trace Demon beating Frank Lynn at the 2016 End of Year show, then cuts back to a close up of Frank Lynn.
Frank Lynn: Well, I think so. Sure Trace has spit his usual venom about being the experienced veteran who knows best how to dish it out in a match with no rules but he isn’t taking into account my own experiences. My debut match was a street fight and at SuperBrawl I was in a ladder match. Add in that I’m well versed in the ways of MMA including dozens of holds that can tear muscles, pop joints, and break bones. My body is a weapon and I know how to use it. Trace is the one in trouble tonight. I know what to expect from him. He has no idea what to expect from me. I will get his blood on my hands tonight.
Daniel gets a puzzled look on his face as he listens to Frank’s answer.
Daniel Knight: Isn’t that a direct contradiction of your ideas that the WFWF should be pure athletic competition?
Frank Lynn: Yes and no. I’d like the WFWF to be pure but we have a long way to go before we get there. For now, I’m content to fight by whatever rules are clearly established for the match. In this case, there are NO RULES so I can match each and every one of Trace’s dirty tricks with some of my own.
Joe Bishop: Trace Demon has had more than enough chances to change, and he's shown no interest in taking any of them. He's going to go out there looking to hurt Frank tonight and above all else Frank needs to defend himself, Trace Demon can't be allowed to put another talented wrestler out of action.
Frank Lynn: The gloves are off tonight. Trace Demon won’t know what hit him when Furious Frank is unleashed.
Joe’s intensity picks up noticeably when he talks about Trace Demon where as before he was a bit downcast and seemingly going through the motions.
As for Frank, he has been running at eleven the whole interview, obviously psyched up for his chance to get a little redemption against Trace Demon and take a giant step forward for the revolution.
Daniel Knight: And what about you Joe? Tonight you face off against a newcomer to the WFWF in Sean Casey, who has a long and violent history outside of the WFWF.
Another jump cut to grainy, out of focus footage of “The Violent Gentleman” Sean Casey from one of his many non-WFWF matches. It is mercifully short and then cuts back to a clear HD quality shot of Joe Bishop.
Joe Bishop: I'd love to give Sean Casey the benefit of the doubt, but there's more than enough signs that he's going to offer more of what we've seen from the likes of Trace Demon and Philip Schneider. Tonight is my chance to show him how he needs to be approaching life in a WFWF ring. And while it's not gonna make up for last week, I can at least start putting it right.
Daphne Velasquez: I think that’s enough for now Mr. Knight. Time for you to go so I can get my man ready for his match. I’m sure Joe wouldn’t mind some prep time as well.
Daniel Knight: Okay then, thanks for your time.
Fade to fancy graphics showing promo shots for Joe Bishop (with his title belt over his shoulder) vs Sean Casey and Frank Lynn vs Trace Demon with the words “Street Fight!” underneath. The camera cuts to a shot of the locker room door just as Christa Adina comes into frame looking beautiful in a dark green dress juxtaposed with a look of worry in her doe eyes. She takes a breath and pushes the door open. The camera follows her inside and around a corner. The locker room is empty, save for bags, towels and water bottles scattered about.
Christa approaches a man with his head down, slowly wrapping black tape around his left wrist. He is in all black ring attire and his dark hair hangs down, gently swaying with the motion of the taping. Christa stops a few feet short of the man and looks back at the camera with a half smile before looking once again to the man.Christa Adina: Sean Casey, Christa Adina. Sean stops taping his wrist for a few seconds before resuming. Christa again looks toward the camera, looking more uncomfortable now. She inches a bit closer to Sean and returns her gaze to him.Christa Adina: I was hoping to get a short word with you before your match with Joe Bishop. Sean stops again, this time raising his head and running his right hand through his hair and pulling it out of his face before tearing the tape with his teeth and securing it to his wrist. His face shows a piercing mixture of contempt and intense focus. He stands up from the bench and steps up to Christa, close enough that she takes a slow step backwards before raising a microphone up.Sean Casey: Did you know he compared me to Trace Demon? Christa lets out a sharp chuckle before looking embarrassed and slowly swallowing.Christa Adina: I mean, yes, yes I did. Sean’s mouth slightly turns to the slightest grin at Christa’s nervousness before returning to focus.Sean Casey: Joe thought he was cutting me down with those words. Thought he might get my blood boiling, get me all riled up so I might come into this match any less focused, measured and violent than I always do. But you know what, Joe, I take it as a compliment. Trace Demon does what he wants, when he wants and how he wants. By hook or by crook, he has dominated the WFWF. Multi time champion, rich, admired and despised. Take one look at the signs in the crowd or nearly any promo put out by this roster and you’ll hear the name Trace Demon. So, if that’s your idea of an insult, keep them coming, Joe. Christa Adina: Plus, you’re both Canadian! Christa has a big smile before meeting eyes with Casey who gives her a look of disgust and shakes his head at her before snatching the mic from her hand and motioning with his left hand for the camera to come closer, which it does as Christa hurries out of frame.Sean Casey: But all that aside, there are some stark differences between Trace and I. Experience, for one. Next month will mark my twentieth year in this great sport. Trained by the Harts, tearing through Canada and the States before being invited to stay and learn the Japanese style in Japan. I’m the best, Joe. Sean leans into the camera.Sean Casey: The best. He leans back.Sean Casey: People talk about the lost art of real wrestling. The ability to zero in on a body part and work it, break it down and render it useless by the end of a match. Technical, hard-hitting wrestling. Not playing to a crowd or management who want to see you do a four-fifty through a table like a f*cking stuntman. I don’t give a sh*t if it draws a crowd or not, I’m a wrestler and I do it better than any living person on this planet. So, don’t let people referring to me as “The Violent Gentleman” fool you. I don’t swing chairs, I swing neckbreakers. I don’t break tables, I break bones. I don’t wrap myself in barbwire, I wrap championship titles around my waist. Sean steps even closer to the camera, only his head and neck in view now.Sean Casey: Some people are hated in this sport because they cheat, take shortcuts and steal their victories. This is wrestling. I get my hate by telling the world that I am the best and then going out there and proving it, every night for twenty f*cking years. Sean lets a grin spread across his face, his ivory teeth showing ever so slightly.Sean Casey: Maybe I take things too far from time to time. I don’t need to break someone’s arm in a chickenwing, I could just let them quit and release the hold. I want to break it, and if I feel like it, I will. My moniker is well-earned, Joe. I take this sport seriously, perhaps too seriously at times, but I don’t regret it. This is my life. This is my dream. This is your nightmare. This. is. wrestling. And I'm just getting started. Sean shoves the lens of the camera and you’re greeted to a look at the fluorescent lights on the ceiling.Alecia Matthews: Strong words by newcomer Sean Casey there, but we’ll see whether he actually backs it up in just a few moments. Daniel Knight: He couldn’t have asked for a tougher debut opponent, the WFWF World Champion Joe Bishop, who’ll definitely be looking to get himself back on track after losing on our last show. Alecia Matthews: Well let’s not waste anymore time, let’s get on with it. Joe Bishop faces off with Sean Casey… next! Joe Bishop is more focused than usual tonight, if that’s possible, as he looks to get a win after a devastating loss last week. Unfortunately for him the Violent Gentleman Sean Casey is no easy mark as he proves early on, countering Bishop’s relentless offence and dropping him with a violent Dragon Suplex. Casey takes control, throwing Bishop about with a variety of suplexes, not giving any though to a safe landing. Casey sends Bishop crashing back first into the turnbuckle and then goes fora belly to belly but Bishop nails him with an impromptu headbutt, staggering the newcomer. Bishop quickly pulls himself up onto the middle turnbuckle and then leaps off, driving Casey head first to the canvas with a tornado DDT. Bishop goes for the Mactabilis Factum but Casey delivers a few choice elbows to the side of the head and then rolls Bishop up with a cradle for a close two count. Both men scramble to their feet and unload on each other with a flurry of strikes, both trying to get the upperhand. Casey’s striking game proves to be stronger as he takes control and then pulls Joe is for the Call of the Void. Bishop however proves his own technical game as he manipulates Casey, dragging him down to the ground and going for Mactabilis Factum… and this time he locks it in! Casey struggles, he fights, he tries desperately to escape but there’s nowhere to go… and he’s forced to tap out!
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Post by Rated R on Jun 14, 2017 14:25:37 GMT -5
Alecia Matthews: Ladies and gentlemen, we would like to welcome Golden Opportunity champion, Ante Whitner, to our screen for an exclusive interview. Welcome, Ante!
The crowd is mixed with cheers and boos. Ante Whitner appears on the screen in a corny, Star Trek-esque shot with dimly-lit lamps in the background.
Ante Whitner: Thank you for having me.
Alecia Matthews: To break the ice, I’ll start with your injury. What is the extent of your injuries and how long do you think they’ll keep you away from the ring?
Ante Whitner: Alecia, there is no real answer to that. I went to one doctor who said I should retire for the time being, talked to one of my friends who said I could kick David Brennan’s ass tomorrow, and when I asked them how long would it take, they both shrugged. There is no time frame for me, which means there is absolutely no off-season.
The crowd cheers.
Alecia Matthews: And what does your injury entail? Dislocated shoulder? Torn ACL?
Ante Whitner: Alecia, picture yourself at a funeral and asking the deceased’s wife at the moment of burial “so how did he die?”. In all honesty, I have no clue what injury I sustained and the doctors refuse to tell me. As soon as it becomes apparent to me, I will choose to let the world know or not.
Alecia Matthews: Okay, okay. Shall I move on to-
Ante Whitner: Joe Bishop becoming World Champion? I dig it.
Alecia Matthews: No, I was going to ask-
Ante Whitner: How big David Brennan’s cock is? I’d ask Christa for that one.
Alecia Matthews: Mr. Whitner, please, let me finish my statement.
Ante Whitner: That’s a first. Uh, Ms. Matthews, can you give me freedom and not make it feel like I’m up for parole?
The crowd cheers.
Alecia Matthews: Fine, the floor is yours.
Ante Whitner: Thank you, eh-hem. At “The Climb”, I was notably called out by a certain individual for having a “vagina” and embracing the spirit of “intergender wrestling”. As obvious, I would like to respond to the comments Hugh Jass made to me on that night.
The crowd cheers, chanting “Hugh Jass”. Ante moves closer to the screen.
Ante Whitner: Phillip Schneider, you f*ckin’ Jew. Despite your late-night, virginesque, keyboard warrior habits, I always knew it would come to this. Calling me out in my absence is a pretty cheap move from a man like you, who is so goddamn talented in playing out his surrealistic fantasies on live television. Gotta say, pretty disappointed.
The crowd cheers again.
Ante Whitner: I’ll start off with this: I am a fool for tapping out, exposing myself as a bluff, a one-time star. I pounded the mat because I couldn’t handle it, because I couldn’t escape, and because I was a giant p*ssy. I apologize for giving everyone false hope, for making Schneider’s Tumblr posts invalid, and for being a shell of someone I am not. I’m sorry for being human.
Whitner takes a sip of what appears to be bourbon.
Ante Whitner: Being someone lower than WFWF’s “final boss” earns me the familiar spot of opening the card, missing opportunities, and becoming another spoke on the wheel. I’ve hit this bottom too many f*ckin’ times to count, more times than Schneider has falsely called himself WFWF’s best. But, if I didn’t climb back every single time, would I be holding a Golden Opportunity briefcase right now? No, and hell, I even beat the man who tapped me out twice when the odds weren’t in my favor. I preserved, working and training for hours, shedding one too many pints of blood; all for a f*ckin’ briefcase. To say I’m a pretender is blatantly false because last time I checked, my willpower far exceeds what the Green Lanterns recruit for. If my willpower doesn’t give ol’ Devon Tatum the slightest credence in believing I’m more than a half measure, then he should go back to busting a nut over gore porn. After all, he’s the guy who got absolutely f*cked by Drakz not too long ago and returned for a cheap pop on MY f*ckin’ night.
The crowd roars.
Ante Whitner: Your slow clap, your stupid Tumblr posts don’t mean sh*t to me. I have followed my own footsteps for my entire life, despite the many times I’ve visited hell. If you truly longed for a partner, maybe you should’ve asked Percy to carry your ass to someone else before he became a f*ckin’ vegetable. Truth is Phil, you’re a hypocrite, a liar, talking from your ass any chance your slimy Jew hands get on a microphone. YOU are the half-measure.. YOU are the pansy who said uncle at “End Game”.. YOU are the person YOU should fear. You’re not fixing the WFWF Obo, you’re giving out lobotomies and downers, expecting they’re able to talk back to you afterwards. To put it simply, you’re a bastard hanging onto the last bit of hubris you still have.
Daniel Knight: Jesus, this is getting out of hand.
Ante Whitner: I will be watching very closely tonight in your match against Dave Brennan. I will watch every move you make, every step you take, jotting notes down like a college scout. But, more importantly, I’ll be clutching my excuse of a champion tightly. In your fantasy, you’d love to see me give Dave head in my failed Golden Opportunity cash-in. But, in my fantasy, I’d love to see you get the International title tonight, only for me to bash you over the head with my briefcase like a Walking Dead scene.
The crowd cheers.
Ante Whitner: That’s f*ckin’ right Phillip, your sham of a title victory might as well be shadowed by my briefcase. If you beat Brennan tonight, that briefcase of mine will not stay in the closet collecting dust anymore. I will linger like a seagull at the beach, I will wait until you’re most vulnerable..and then, I will strike like a f*ckin’ eagle. Your victory guarantees me a Golden Opportunity cash-in at the earliest stage. That’s a quarter I’d be happy to put inside your arcade machine.
Alecia Matthews: Ante, are you saying that if Phillip Schneider wins the International title tonight, you will cash-in the moment you are active again?
Ante Whitner: F*ck yeah.
The crowd erupts in roars.
Ante Whitner: But hell, if Phil happens to mirror what he looked like at “End Game” tonight, I’ll keep that sh*t waiting for a different moment. This is an opportunity greater than any I’ve ever experienced and gives me an even greater reason to fight Schneider.
Whitner takes another sip of bourbon with a smile on his face.
Ante Whitner: Phillip, you have opened up my eyes more than Kyzer did. Never have I felt such an urge to prove someone wrong, never have I felt the magnitude of an opportunity, and never have I seen someone so vile it makes me want to vomit. The fight you’ve picked with me is more than just this potential championship shot; it deals with me being your proverbial shadow. Face it Phil, to every protagonist’s story, there is someone who is manifested from all of the protagonist’s fears and insecurities. I am your f*ckin’ shadow, I am the villain to your own story, the hero to my own. I am behind you everywhere you go, waiting for an opportune time to take a jab at your heart and make you bleed inside out. Maybe then I can finally go balls deep and maximize my pleasure by f*cking your dead corpse. Hell, looks like we’re more similar than you thought...good.
Daniel Knight: Oh god, someone cut this necrophile’s broadcast.
Ante Whitner: I am your phobia.. I am your cancer. If you expect this to be the end level for me, you’re f*ckin’ wrong. This is only an introductory tutorial on how to f*ck the methodical WFWF wheel, teaching me a thing or two on kegels. When I’m 100%, like you said, I’ll be there. Bring the International Championship, I’ll bring your poison. This sh*t will f*ckin’ happen, rain or shine. I am going to show you how much of a hypocrite you are, how much of a bastard you are, and how you make a poor excuse of a man, even for a Jew.
The crowd erupts once more.
Ante Whitner: You’re going to burn in f*ckin’ hell Obo. Fear me, fear the fight that is to come. Ladies and gentlemen, expect the f*ckin’ Holocaust Part Two.
The signal cuts as the crowd continues to cheer.
Daniel Knight: I hope you are ready because up next is a very intriguing match up. Former Champion and Hall of Famer Trace Demon versus rising star and revolutionary Frank Lynn.
Alecia Matthews: Yes indeed, made all the more intriguing because it is a street fight. Lila is trying to punish Trace Demon yet again by putting him in a match he excels at.
Daniel Knight: You have to wonder about the wisdom of Lila. How is feeding Frank Lynn to Trace Demon like a lamb to the slaughter any kind of punishment for what Trace did last show?
Alecia Matthews: Most people expect Trace Demon will win but I wouldn’t underestimate Frank Lynn. He’s been coming on strong since beating Ante Whitner in a triple threat match and looked strong at the Climb against Demon and Brennan until Trace outsmarted him.
Daniel Knight: Trace certainly pulled a fast one on Frank and Joe Bishop. I wonder how Frank will balance revenge versus the morals he espouses as part of the revolution.
The house lights fade as Christa Adina steps into the ring.
The arena goes black. The first psychedelic guitar screams of "Anthem of the Space" blast out over the arena speakers as multi-colored spotlights zoom around the arena, converging on the entrance stage to bathe Frank Lynn in a bright white light. He stands with his arms spread and looks to the sky, soaking in the moment. His manager Daphne comes out to join Frank on stage and they make a slow purposeful walk to the ring, the spotlight following each of their steps as it cycles through the colors of the spectrum. They get to the ring, walking completely around it. & Frank lets Daphne walk up the steps first and she enters the ring. She holds the ropes for Frank who steps into the ring and stands in the center with his arms spread. The single white spotlight suddenly splits into many different colored spotlights which zoom out from them and dance around the crowd as the house lights come up. As he is announced, Daphne removes his coat, carefully folds it up, and exits the ring to take her position on the floor by Frank's corner.
Christa Adina: Ladies and Gentlemen, now entering the ring from Boston, Massachusetts standing at 6’ 2” and weighing 232 lbs... Frank Lynnnnnn!
As the opening chords of “Seizure of Power” hits the speakers the lights across the arena shut off one by one. They are replaced by six crimson spotlights, each one turning on a different part of the arena in sequence. One by one each of the spotlights move to the tip of the stage, combining and showing the first glimpse of Trace Demon, down on one knee with his back to the crowd and a hoodie over his head. As the song builds to a fever pitch he suddenly rises, spins around and in one simultaneous motion pulls his hood down and throws his other hand up like a gun, mouthing “Boom” as pyrotechnics go off all around him. As the pyrotechnics come to a stop the lights in the arena turn on, showing a full look at Trace Demon.
Trace stands on the ramp and takes a look around at the crowd, completely unfazed by the reaction he is getting which, unlike everywhere else, is bizarrely positive. He seems to be in his own little world as he makes his way down the ramp, completely ignoring the fans on either side of him as they attempt to touch the King of Demons, instead focused solely on the ring and his next victim - Joe Bishop’s lackey Frank Lynn. As he reaches the bottom of the ramp he removes his hoody and throws it to the ground before settling himself just outside the ring. In a single flawless motion he leaps up onto the apron and then enters the ring between the top and middle rope. He ascends the nearest turnbuckle, pointing to the fans and smirking as they continue to cheer him, and then leaps back down, settling in the centre of the ring.
Christa Adina: His opponent, now entering the ring, from Hamilton, Ontario, Canada standing at 6’ 3” and weighing 230 lbs... The King of Demons… Trace Demonnnnnn!
Alecia Matthews: Am I hearing things or are people actually cheering for Trace Demon?
Daniel Knight: Anything is possible since we are in Canada. A little national pride showing itself as support for the Demon?
Christa Adina: Ladies and gentlemen, I’d like to remind you… this match is a street fight! There are no rules! May the better man win!
The referee doesn’t bother checking the wrestlers for foreign objects - why bother when they can use whatever they want to mutilate each other? Frank and Trace don’t bother with a pre-match handshake. Another case of why bother considering these two men really don’t like each other.
The ref signals for the bell.
DING DING DING
Trace wastes no time, resorting to his usual opener of charging at Frank for a running high knee strike. Frank shows that he has learned from the past and quickly sidesteps Trace but in addition to avoiding the blow, he lashes out with a punch to Trace’s knee. Trace stumbles on one leg, catching himself on the ropes and looking at Frank with what is almost a sign of respect. Frank shrugs his shoulders as if to say expect the unexpected.
Daniel Knight: I’ll say this much for Frank, he isn’t showing any fear.
Alecia Matthews: That is half the battle against someone like Trace Demon.
Trace rubs his knee and squares off to lock up with Frank in the center of the ring. Both men strain with the effort of pushing the other around the ring, Frank finally getting the upper hand and pushing Trace hard into the corner. Trace brushes himself off and they square up again to the same result, different corner.
Daphne is on the floor close to Trace’s feet and he steps away from her while wagging his finger like Dikembe Motumbo. Frank takes advantage and runs at Trace delivering a jumping forearm strike to Demon’s skull and pushing him into the corner. Frank climbs to the second rope and rains down punches while the crowd counts along. 1… 2… 3… 4… 5… 6… 7… 8… 9…
As Frank winds up for the big tenth blow, Trace ducks down under Frank’s legs and lifts him up for a devastating power bomb. He makes a show of going for a pin but releases Frank before he can kick out. The punishment is just starting.
Daniel Knight: There is a chance Trace could have ended this right there but instead he lets it continue. He must really want to hurt Frank Lynn.
Alecia Matthews: I don’t know, I think Frank would have kicked out anyway. He has a never say die attitude that is his biggest weapon. It really endears him to the fans.
Daniel Knight: I’m sure Frank would like it if the fans were cheering FOR him instead of AGAINST Trace Demon but let’s be honest, Trace is one of the most hated WFWF superstars ever.
The punishment that follows is fast, furious, and growing in brutality with every move. Trace Demon empties his arsenal of traditional wrestling moves on Frank as the experience factor swings momentum his way. Frank is in trouble but he refuses to give up, kicking out of several pin attempts and always taunting Trace to bring something more.
Despite his resilience, Frank is fighting a losing battle and makes desperate attempts to turn the tables. Trace Demon easily counters many of the high risk moves Frank tries but not only is Frank resilient, he is persistent.
Ten minutes into the match, Trace hits the Demonstration of Hell and goes for a pin. Frank kicks out. A frustrated Trace leaves a dazed Lynn in the ring to get some toys, reaching under the ring to grab several steel chairs and throw them in the ring.
Alecia Matthews: This getting serious now. Trace is going for the plunder.
Daniel Knight: Indeed. We’re entering the slobber knocker stage of the match.
Trace starts to get back in the ring but Daphne approaches him, shouting and waving her arms angrily. Trace licks his lips and gestures inappropriately at Daphne who backs off. It was just a distraction to allow Frank more time to recover.
By the time Trace gets back into the ring and picks up one of the chairs, Frank is ready. Trace prepares to swing the chair at Frank’s head but Frank leaps into the air and hits a Van Daminator. Trace staggers around and drops the chair while Frank runs the ropes to drop Trace with a slingblade.
The tables have been turned and Frank mercilessly beats Trace with his entire arsenal of MMA strikes until Trace can barely stand. Frank moves in and tucks Trace’s head between his legs, taking a moment to gyrate his hips putting stress on Trace’s neck. Then he lifts Trace up while jumping to hit a beautiful Canadian Destroyer that leaves Trace prone on the mat.
Frank quickly goes for a cover but Trace kicks out at 2 and 7/8ths.
Alecia Matthews: I am impressed. Frank came to fight tonight.
Daniel Knight: I don’t think Trace Demon expected this to be so hard. Was Frank right when he said the King of Demons is past his prime?
Alecia Matthews: Don’t let Trace hear you say that. He's not above kicking your ass.
In the ring, Trace has gotten his second wind and the two men are going at each in an old school exchange of blows in the middle of the ring, then several attempted running the ropes moves that end with Frank Lynn launched over the top rope by a Trace Demon back body drop.
Trace follows Frank to the floor and what follows is five to ten minutes of the two men hitting each other with fists, the ring posts, the ring steps, and a kendo stick Trace pulled out from under the ring.
At one point, Trace launches vicious series of kendo stick blows to Franks head and back, then smashes him face first into the ring steps opening a huge gash on Frank’s forehead. Trace follows it up by pinning Frank’s hand between the ring post and steps. The King of Demons gets a running start and smashes into the ring steps squashing Frank’s hand while Daphne looks on in horror.
Daniel Knight: Trace is turning up the heat now.
Alecia Matthews: Frank is in serious trouble. I don’t know how he can recover from this assault.
To everyone’s surprise Frank does bounce back, lifting the top half of the ring steps over his head and hurling them at Trace. The steps bounce off Trace’s head with church bell worthy clang and now it is Trace’s turn to bleed.
Frank charges Trace and hits him with a flurry of punches. He stops to watch Trace wobble on rubber legs. Frank holds his hands out for all to see that they are now covered in Trace Demon’s blood and he shouts for all to hear.
Frank Lynn: Your blood is on my hands!
Daniel Knight: Not the greatest taunt I’ve ever heard but Frank Lynn is good to his word.
Alecia Matthews: He said he would shed the Demon’s blood and he has.
Daniel Knight: The crowd is loving it. I don’t think they give a crap about Frank’s revolution right now. They came to see a fight and these two are delivering.
Alecia Matthews: It is reaching epic status. Trace unloading every weapon at his disposal and Frank Lynn absolutely refusing to give up.
The analysis is correct as the two men are equally beaten up and equally driven to punish their opponent and bring the match to a definitive end.
To this effect, after several minutes of back and forth fighting in and out of the ring with and without weapons, Trace once again gains the upper hand. He slams Frank onto the announce table, then climbs first to the ring apron, stopping to taunt the crowd before climbing to the top turnbuckle.
The King of Demons flies off the turnbuckle and drops down onto Frank Lynn hitting an elbow drop that crushes Frank and destroys the table.
If you’re expecting some kind of exclamations from Daniel and Alecia, you’re SOL because they ran for the hills leaving their headsets behind. You’ll have to add your own commentary until they get their nerve back and return to ringside.
Trace hurt himself in the process but still gets up first and drags Frank’s body into the ring. The effort tires the battered warrior so he leans against the ring to catch his breath. He eyes up Frank in the ring.
Trace Demon: You stupid son of a bitch. Time to die.
Trace grabs a chair and slides into the ring. He stands over Frank menacingly. Daphne jumps into the ring and covers Frank while pleading with Trace.
Daphne: Please. You’ve won. Just cover him and get the pin. You don’t need to do this.
Trace Demon: The hell I don’t. Now make a choice. Either I beat the hell out of you or him.
Daphne looks at Trace defiantly but he is testing her resolve. Then both are somewhat surprised as Frank Lynn slowly gets up. It takes several tries but he makes it to his feet and pushes Daphne away. Then he turns to Trace and literally snarls at him.
Frank Lynn: Leave her out of this. You want to beat the hell out of somebody… I’m your huckleberry.
Trace Demon nods at Frank and then winds up with the chair, landing a devastating shot to the head, dropping Frank Lynn to the canvas in one blow. But Trace isn’t done. He steps up to the downed Frank Lynn, lifts the chair over his head…
And then the lights go out.
Alecia Matthews: What the hell?
?: Trace Demon, you have failed the WFWF.
A spotlight shines down upon the rafters above the ring where a lone figure stands, face covered by a hood.
?: I have watched from the shadows, watched as you have wrought your unique brand of villainy upon this company. I have watched as you have bent every rule, broken every law, ripped up the rulebook for your own twisted gain. You tell these people that they do not deserve you but I have been watching you Trace, and I can tell you now that it is you who does not deserve them. You have run riot over this company free of consequences for too long. But I am here to change that. I am here to end your reign of villainy as only I can. I am here to cleanse the WFWF of your nightmare. To defeat a villain you need a hero, and I am that hero. Trace Demon, I am here for you…
He pulls off the hood, revealing a very familiar face.
The Future: I am your future!
The lights go back on, The Future nowhere to be seen. Trace stands, confused, not sure what the f*ck just happened. Then he turns around and Frank Lynn’s there! Lynn grabs Trace by the arm and slings him into the ropes. When Trace bounces back, Frank hits an STO, quickly locking his free left arm behind Trace’s back to grasp his right arm and lock on the Dasochoku.
Alecia Matthews: Frank Lynn is on the verge of pulling off the biggest upset of the year!
Daniel Knight: All thanks to that surprise appearance by The Future, who may I add is just as deranged as ever.
Daniel Knight: Say what you want but Lynn is showing tremendous heart here. I don’t know where he is getting the strength but he has that Dasochoku locked in tight.
Trace Demon scrambles to reach the ropes, finally succeeding in dropping a leg over the bottom rope. He looks at the ref waiting for him to break the hold.
Alecia Matthews: I swear the ref is actually laughing at Trace right now. This is a street fight, there are no rope breaks.
Daniel Knight: Refs are supposed to be impartial but not this guy. Trace is getting his comeuppance as the street fight stipulation he enjoys so much could cost him the match!
Trace Demon kicks his legs wildly trying to get any kind of leverage to break the hold but Frank isn’t giving up. He grapevines his legs around Trace’s waist and cranks the hold even tighter. Trace continues to struggle but with less and less power. Slowly the life drains out of him but he refuses to tap, no matter how tight Frank’s grip is Trace Demon will not tap. And then he’s gone, lights fading. The referee ducks in to check on him and realises that there’s no-one home and signals for the bell!
Christa Adina: Ladies and gentlemen, The winner of the match… Frank Lynnnnnn!
Frank Lynn’s music starts playing but it can barely be heard over the roar of the crowd. However that isn’t a positive roar. No, the crowd are… booing? Yes, booing, loudly, almost deafeningly.
Alecia Matthews: Oh my God! Oh my God! Oh My God! Frank Lynn pulls off the upset! Frank Lynn has beaten Trace Demon!
Daniel Knight: Bullsh*t! Frank Lynn didn’t beat anyone! The Future distracted Trace Demon! Even then Trace didn’t tap out! Listen to these fans, they know the truth, Trace Demon didn’t lose, he was cheated!
Alecia Matthews: Say what you want Knight, in the record books it’s going to say Frank Lynn defeated Trace Demon. This is without a doubt the biggest win of his short career.
Frank breaks the hold and rolls away from Trace. Both men obviously spent to the max, nothing left in the tank. Paramedics rush to the ring followed by staffers pushing gurneys. They stop at ring side and watch on with everybody else as Frank Lynn pulls himself to his feet, strides to the center of the ring and lets out a primal scream. As he calms down he realises that nobody is cheering for him, and he looks confused. A furious “f*ck you Frank” chant kicks off among the more vocal Canadian contingent, and that just gets to him even more. He looks at them with almost disdain before slowly and deliberately walking up the ramp and out of sight, Daphne at his side trying to reassure him, trying to make him see just how big a win that was.
Alecia Matthews: Frank Lynn just picked up a huge win but these fans aren’t letting him enjoy it. That’s absolutely disgusting.
Daniel Knight: Shut it Alecia, Frank cheated, plain and simple.
Alecia Matthews: It was a street fight! There’s no cheating in a street fight!
Daniel Knight: That’s true up to the point when you need help to win. That’s cheating Alecia, plain and simple.
Trace slowly rises to his feet, grabbing hold of the ropes to do so. Paramedics swarm him to check in but he pushes them away, threatening to fight them despite his broken state. He pushes past them, ignorant of the crowd chanting his name, and rolls out of the ring, slowly and painfully making his way up the ramp, furious at finding himself on the receiving end of his own medicine.
Backstage, an opportunistic camera grip is on site to catch David Brennan, the International Championship slung over his shoulder, as he arrives to the arena, walking in hand in hand with a young woman some sharp eyed fans may recognize as the same girl who had twice before defied WFWF security measures to confront Brennan head on.
Alecia Matthews: It looks like David Brennan is just in time here tonight to defend his International Championship against Phillip Schneider, and if I'm being honest Daniel? That doesn't look like a man too keen on the idea of retiring just yet.
Daniel Knight: Who cares what he's "keen" on? Sleater has spoken - Brennan can defy the odds and defeat Bishop for the WFWF championship, or he can pack his things and leave!
Passing by the televised feed, Brennan stares daggers directly into the camera, not slowing for a second as he continues along his way down the corridor, disappearing behind a locker room door brandishing his name.
Alecia Matthews: Perhaps tonight will be some indicator of Brennan's mindset as he stares down the road beyond to what could be his final match here in the WFWF.
Daniel Knight: And lord, we can only hope - but we're just moments away from tonight's main event!
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Post by Rated R on Jun 14, 2017 14:26:02 GMT -5
The lights begin to flash in a bit of a strobe effect. “Shadows” by Yelawolf begins to play over the P/A system. Phillip Schneider makes his way out onto the stage, blue and purple basketball shorts and matching kickpads as his gear for the evening. He peels off and throws a Misfits basketball jersey, quickly pulling the pony tail out of his hair and giving it a good shake as he makes his way towards the ring.
Alecia Matthews: The faded scars and lines on his body are a road map of pain and destruction.
Daniel Knight: The real life walking Face of Death, Phillip Schneider. Just when you thought it was safe to go back in the water.
Schneider walks around ringside, grabbing a ringside chair and slinging it into the ring up and over the top rope. Referee quickly retrieves and disposes of the chair. Schneider rolls in under the bottom rope, immediately repremended for the furnature slinging before his opponent has even made his entrance. Shadows cuts off. Schneider adjusts his elbow pads as the referee checks for foreign objects.
The arena goes dark as the house lights drop in full, blanketing the arena in only the dark of knight as the resonant din of The Chieftains' "The Foggy Dew" echoes out, bringing with it a lone green spotlight on the stage, as the resonant and thunderous beat of a cavalcade of drums fills the arena, accompanied by the marching trill of a tin whistle. Up on the stage, David Brennan steps out from behind the curtain into the glow of the green spotlight to a raucous response from the crowd. With his head hung, clad in a black hooded fight robe, trimmed with a stark kelly green and a pair of loosely fitted fight shorts to match, he stands in repose, as the war march eases, a lone voice calling out in its place:
"As down the glen one Easter morn to a city fair rode I There Armed lines of marching men in squadrons passed me by No fife did hum nor battle drum did sound it's loud tatoo But the Angelus bells o'er the Liffey swells rang out in the foggy dew"
The drums thunder to life once more, seemingly waking Brennan as he tosses aside the robe, his massive arms stretched out wide as he bursts out from his place upon the stage, determinedly making his way down the ramp to the beat of the cadence. Brennan pauses as he arrives at ringside, staring up at the ring and then slowly turning his head from one far reach to the other, taking in the massive scope of the audience. Spreading his arms wide once more before bursting into a full scale stride once more, he makes his way around the corner and up the ringside steps, stepping between the ropes and crossing the ring to the furthest corner. Climbing to the second turnbuckle with little fanfare, he glares out over the crowd as the hue of green that has drenched the arena fades with the return of the house lights. Brennan hands off the International championship before taking the centre of the ring with Schneider coming out to meet him.
Stare down forehead to forehead center ring. Both pushing like two bulls, neither man willing to back up. Schneider finally breaks the push and spits in Brennan's face. Brennan wipes it off, staring at Schneider with rage in his eyes. Schneider repeats, spitting directly in Brennan's face a second time. Brennan backs up, then charges forwards, plowing through Schneider with a huge forearm that sends Schneider to the canvas. Schneider back up, somewhat rocked, but only enough to catch a running knee to the face from Brennan. Brennan with a handful of Schneider's hair. Knee to the face from the hair pulling position. Schneider fighting back with rabbit punches to the kidneys and frantic swipes. Brennan pulls Schneider all the way up, spitting in his face and clobbering him with a clothesline to the face that sends Schneider back into the corner.
Daniel Knight: Brennan has the distinct power advantage in this one.
Alecia Matthews: He's larger, he's stronger. But Schneider's got the experience edge and is arguably more relentless and merciless.
Daniel Knight: How unusual is that? David Brennan is the compassionate one in this match..
Brennan looks to follow up on Schneider in the corner, charging in, but Schneider gets a boot up. Brennan staggers out of the corner and Schneider comes running out, catching Brennan with a bulldog center ring. Quick cover from Schneider, but Brennan out at one.
Alecia Matthews: Schneider thinks a bulldog was going to do it?
Daniel Knight: It was a wear down technique. He makes Brennan exert the force of the kickout.
Schneider back to his feet. He grabs Brennan by the head. Brennan fights him off with a punch to the mid section. Brennan to his feet. Front chancery from Brennan, a lift and a quick brainbuster. Brennan has a sly smirk on his face. Brennan pulls Schneider up. Double underhooks and a stuff.
Alecia Matthews: He's looking to finish this off with the Charles River Plunge.
Schneider gets one arm free, then rolls out recklessly. Schneider stumbles back to his feet. Brennan rushes with a clothesline, duck under and a roll from Schneider. Brennan rushes back and Schneider nearly beheads him with a running big boot.
Daniel Knight: Legitimate Japanese Businessman Kick!
Alecia Matthews: Is that joke still funny?
Daniel Knight: What do you mean?
Alecia Matthews: Have you TALKED to Schneider lately?
Daniel Knight: No, I stay away from the maniac.
Alecia Matthews: Do us all a favor as a broadcast journalist, talk to Percy sometime.. that move is due for a rename.. Mostly cause I like my fingers.
Schneider on top of Brennan with a cover. Referee down for a count, 1...2.... kick out at two from Brennan. Schneider goes to the corner. He's waiting for Brennan to get up. Brennan slowly to his feet. Schneider rushes in for a second Yakuza Kick, but this time, Brennan side steps. Brennan flings Schneider's boot over his shoulder, hooking underneath Schneider's legs and throwing him across the ring with a vicious suplex throw.
Daniel Knight: Unorthodox brute force throw from the International champion.
Alecia Matthews: Schneider's never been the biggest dog in the fight. Brennan's got size on him, he's got to use it.
Brennan pulls Schneider to a vertical base. Belly to belly suplex from Brennan and a cover. Referee down to count, 1....2... kick out by Schneider at two. Brennan stands up. He heads to the corner, grabbing the top turnbuckle pad and in one swift motion, ripping it off. The top buckle snaps, the bottom does not, but the steel knot underneath is exposed regardless. Referee warns Brennan about it, Brennan pushes him aside. Schneider back to his feet fighting Brennan. Rights and lefts from Schneider. Brennan grabs Schneider and whips him towards the exposed buckle. Schneider with a leap. He lands on the top rope. Drop to the ring apron. Brennan rushes in and Schneider slams his face into the exposed steel. Up and over victory roll from Schneider into a pin attempt, referee down for 1 before Brennan kicks out.
Daniel Knight: What was THAT?!?
Alecia Matthews: Athleticism from the King of Gore that we haven't seen in a while.
Brute force pull from Brennan and a throw into the exposed steel buckle. Lariat in the corner slams Schneider into the steel again. Brennan grabs Schneider, whips him all the way across the ring. Schneider in the corner, he's fumbling with his pocket. Brennan comes charging in, but stops short when Schneider tries to jab a syringe at his face.
Daniel Knight: YOU CAN'T DO THAT! You can't just pull a syringe out and try to stab your opponent, even in a no disqualifications match! Where'd he get that from!?
Alecia Matthews: It had to come from his pocket. I saw him digging in his pocket on the whip.
Daniel Knight: Get that away from him! Syringes have no place in a wrestling ring!
Brennan stops Schneider's hand from stabbing him. Referee is in trying to get the syringe away from Schneider. Brennan ensures it isn't stabbing him, throwing Schneider by the clinched arm, wiping out the referee in the process. Brennan has control of the syringe. He looks at the referee, down on the canvas, then tosses away the syringe. Brennan goes to the outside. He grabs the ring bell and rolls back into the ring approaching Schneider. Schneider turns and Brennan blasts him in the face. But Schneider roars, blood running down his forehead. Schneider with a front kick that pushes Brennan back but Brennan gives no sh*ts about the man who just tried to stab him and possibly give him Hep C. Brennan throws the ring bell as hard as he can in Schneider's face, who falls straight back, completely limp.
Alecia Matthews: Schneider is completely knocked out!
Daniel Knight: What in the f*ck just happened? That escalated so damn quickly!
Brennan, still not happy at all about what just nearly went down hauls the human sack of potatoes that is the lifeless body of Schneider up, gets the double underhooks and drills him with the Charles River Plunge. He holds the cover, waiting for the ref to slowly make the count, still a little dazed.
Daniel Knight: You can count to 100. F*ck.
... 1 ...
... 2 ...
...3!
Christa Adina:: Here is your winner and STILL WFWF International Champion, David Breeeenaaaaan!
Brennan pushes Schneider's legs off of him and doesn't give a sh*t about celebrating.
Alecia Matthews: Schneider's blood lust just cost him big time there Daniel. Bringing that syringe out was completely uncalled for.
Daniel Knight: It just p*ssed David Brennan off, big time.
He rolls out of the ring and snatches his title belt before stomping up the ramp shaking his head as we fade to black.
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Post by Rated R on Jun 14, 2017 14:27:58 GMT -5
Say what you want about numbers but this was a damn fine show. Big thanks to everyone who contributed and to Frank Lynn who wrote an impromptu match that I thought was pretty compelling. I'd say the first show of the new 'PPV-era' was a success with some great RP's, a star-making win (good job Lynn), a surprise return (s'up Future) and a close main event. Good job folks, let's keep it going.
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Post by Drakz on Jun 14, 2017 14:39:17 GMT -5
Big thanks to everyone involved in this. I can only echo what Trace said. We may be small in numbers here right now but those that are here are damn good writers and dedicated to keeping this place alive. I'd rather that than a roster of 40 hacks who no show all the time and don't turn in any segs to move angles along etc.
Well done y'all.
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Post by The Gangsta on Jun 14, 2017 15:02:32 GMT -5
Amazing show guys. I'm impressed with all of the talent we have today and all of the people who consistently put out their best work over and over again. Keep it up everyone.
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Post by The Violent Gentleman on Jun 14, 2017 15:07:13 GMT -5
A double Montreal Screw Job with two beloved Canadians losing!
Just kidding.
Great results. Wasn't expecting two full written matches. Awesome writing.
Can't wait for The Confluence card.
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Post by King Richius on Jun 14, 2017 15:20:19 GMT -5
I... am... stunned! The FUTURE is back. Good gawd, I love his writing style and can't wait to see some new material from him Great show as pretty much all the promo segments were really good. The street fight and main event delivered. I can't take all the credit for the street fight as Trace wrote part of it too so kudos to him. I'm going to enjoy this win despite the stupid Canadian crowd Dunno' if I set the bar a little high and can repeat it but count on this, I will damn sure try.
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Post by The Violent Gentleman on Jun 14, 2017 15:22:45 GMT -5
I... am... stunned! The FUTURE is back. Good gawd, I love his writing style and can't wait to see some new material from him Great show as pretty much all the promo segments were really good. The street fight and main event delivered. I can't take all the credit for the street fight as Trace wrote part of it too so kudos to him. I'm going to enjoy this win despite the stupid Canadian crowd Dunno' if I set the bar a little high and can repeat it but count on this, I will damn sure try. Trace brought out the Demon in Frank.
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Post by CM Poor on Jun 14, 2017 15:31:43 GMT -5
Haha - "yeesh, our numbers are pretty low. BTW, guys, might have to retire Brennan". What a prick, lol.
I was a little nervous about facing Obo in my first defense. Now I'm wondering who other than Bishop I still owe a receipt. </arrogance>
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Post by The Violent Gentleman on Jun 14, 2017 15:40:42 GMT -5
Haha - "yeesh, our numbers are pretty low. BTW, guys, might have to retire Brennan". What a prick, lol. I was a little nervous about facing Obo in my first defense. Now I'm wondering who other than Bishop I still owe a receipt. </arrogance> Try facing the World champion in your debut.
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Post by Drakz on Jun 14, 2017 17:17:53 GMT -5
Haha - "yeesh, our numbers are pretty low. BTW, guys, might have to retire Brennan". What a prick, lol. I was a little nervous about facing Obo in my first defense. Now I'm wondering who other than Bishop I still owe a receipt. </arrogance> I don't count that Tag victory as sh*t son. It took you AND Shawn to beat me. Josh's, super late, participation piece will always serve as an asterisk. </real arrogance>
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Post by Drakz on Jun 14, 2017 17:18:39 GMT -5
I... am... stunned! The FUTURE is back. Good gawd, I love his writing style and can't wait to see some new material from him Great show as pretty much all the promo segments were really good. The street fight and main event delivered. I can't take all the credit for the street fight as Trace wrote part of it too so kudos to him. I'm going to enjoy this win despite the stupid Canadian crowd Dunno' if I set the bar a little high and can repeat it but count on this, I will damn sure try. I was real proud of your victory man. You delivered. Now keep the ball rolling.
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Post by King Richius on Jun 14, 2017 17:20:54 GMT -5
Haha - "yeesh, our numbers are pretty low. BTW, guys, might have to retire Brennan". What a prick, lol. I was a little nervous about facing Obo in my first defense. Now I'm wondering who other than Bishop I still owe a receipt. </arrogance> I don't count that Tag victory as sh*t son. It took you AND Shawn to beat me. Josh's, super late, participation piece will always serve as an asterisk. </real arrogance> Sh*t, the trash talk is getting real now. jdfranchise Anything to add? Inspire you to come back to the fold? *nudge nudge wink wink*
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Post by The Violent Gentleman on Jun 14, 2017 18:09:34 GMT -5
Ante had a great promo. This line made me laugh:
"I will linger like a seagull at the beach, I will wait until you’re most vulnerable..and then, I will strike like a f*ckin’ eagle."
Ante is the birdman.
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Post by CM Poor on Jun 14, 2017 18:48:23 GMT -5
Haha - "yeesh, our numbers are pretty low. BTW, guys, might have to retire Brennan". What a prick, lol. I was a little nervous about facing Obo in my first defense. Now I'm wondering who other than Bishop I still owe a receipt. </arrogance> I don't count that Tag victory as sh*t son. It took you AND Shawn to beat me. Josh's, super late, participation piece will always serve as an asterisk. </real arrogance> It's a shame someone like Joe Bishop is about to stand in the way of your proving that sh*t wasn't a fluke, child. I don't count that Tag victory as sh*t son. It took you AND Shawn to beat me. Josh's, super late, participation piece will always serve as an asterisk. </real arrogance> Sh*t, the trash talk is getting real now. jdfranchise Anything to add? Inspire you to come back to the fold? *nudge nudge wink wink* I'd hope - usually it's me looking to give top talent the receipt. I can't imagine that 1-2* is at all conducive to a good night's sleep. * Especially when the 1 is against Danny Kirkbride #realsh*ttalking
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Post by jdfranchise on Jun 15, 2017 1:15:33 GMT -5
I don't count that Tag victory as sh*t son. It took you AND Shawn to beat me. Josh's, super late, participation piece will always serve as an asterisk. </real arrogance> Sh*t, the trash talk is getting real now. jdfranchise Anything to add? Inspire you to come back to the fold? *nudge nudge wink wink* How you know you're established... People bring you up even after you've been gone for a while. I certainly take blame for the loss Drakz and I had against Shawn and Brennan. Bad effort from me, and they both delivered when it counted. Here's what I will say publicly about my status. I'll be back (a select few people know where I'm at right now), but I can't say when that'll be atm. Life changing events have happened recently and I have to get that sorted out before I feel I'll be in the right place mentally to focus my energy on competing. As we've all seen historically, guys come back too soon and the work suffers. I'm not going to allow myself to fall into that category, so when I'm ready, I'll be back and heads will roll.
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