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Post by CM Poor on May 27, 2018 18:29:51 GMT -5
Alecia Matthews: Thanks, Kay! It’s a long way to the top if you wanna rock ‘n roll, but it’s evident as can be that Mesh isn’t after any less. Every match along the way is an important step toward that ultimate goal - let’s see how she fares tonight!
The arena goes dark and bright colored lights flash throughout. As the colorful lights circle above, more lights rise from the ground and move in sync, forwards and backwards. As the song continues to build, the light moves faster, flashing rapidly. As the song gets going, the lights suddenly start to flash and flicker, painting the arena, the lights themselves moving to the beat of the song. From behind the curtain comes out Mesh, wearing her hoodie and surgical mask. She comes out dancing to the beat of the song, breakdancing and shuffling.
Christa Adina: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from Los Angeles, California, weighing in at one hundred and fifty-four pounds, Mesh!
She poses for the crowd, raising her hands in the arms and pumping it up! As she walks down the ramp, she continues to shuffle, holding her arms out to high five some of the party people in the crowd. She suddenly stops, points and pops! She hasn't lost a step as she keeps in rhythm. She runs through the bottom ropes, breakdances back to her feet and pose for the crowd; hands up in the air as she stands atop the turnbuckle!
After jumping off from the turnbuckle, she does another dance in the middle of the ring and then stops which results in the crowd going nuts! She then waits in the corner, patiently for her opponent...
Suddenly, white lights start to pulsate to the rapid-fire beat of “And The Hero Will Drown”. Amidst the lights emerges Ryan “Needles” Payne, baseball bat in hand and wearing a face mask, an evil grin harshly drawn on it in white marker. He looks around at the crowd as if he’s never seen this many people in one room before.
Christa Adina: And her opponent, from Glasgow, Scotland, weighing in at two hundred and twenty-five pounds, Ryan “Needles” Payne!
He runs to the ring, sliding underneath the bottom rope and immediately crouches in the corner; almost eager to start the match right away. He takes off the face mask to reveal a wicked grin underneath.
DING! DING! DING!
As soon as the bell rings, Needles charges at Mesh and tackles her to the ground. In a top mounted position, he punches her repeatedly! Mesh tries her best to block the shots, but Needles manages to land hard shots to the face!
Alecia Matthews: Whoa! Take about wanting to make an impression! Needles is bringing the fight to Mesh right off the bat!
Daniel Knight: Needles just might be the most unpredictable wrestler on the roster. Mesh is about to enter a world of pain!
The referee pulls Needles off Mesh. Needles crouches down in the opposite corner again, waiting for the opportunity to strike. Mesh is dazed and certainly off-guard but she’s okay. A stern look appears on Mesh’s face as she stares at Needles who continues to pace back-and-forth in the corner. Mesh takes a step forward and Needles charges at her again, tackling her and punching her again! He’s pulled off by the referee but this time, Needles resorts to stomping on Mesh and kicking her in the ribs repeatedly. He lets out a bloodcurdling scream as he continues to pounce on Mesh. She manages to get back on her feet while blocking vicious shots.
Alecia Matthews: Needles has shown nothing but raw intensity in his debut!
Daniel Knight: With a bit of insanity thrown in!
He grabs Mesh by her hair and tosses her across the ring! The cameraman zooms in on Needles’ hand where blue hair strands are seen!
Alecia Matthews: Oh my! That is gnarly!
Daniel Knight: He literally ripped her hair out! Did you see Mesh fly across the ring like a rag doll??
Needles walks slowly towards Mesh who’s trying to get up. With her back against the corner, Needles proceeds to stomp on her viciously. The referee counts Needles down, forcing to seize the brutal attack. As Mesh goes to recover, Needles blatantly chokes her with his boot!
Daniel Knight: This is like watching a lion just tear apart a gazelle!
Alecia Matthews: Unfortunately, I agree with you. Needles is relentless in his onslaught!
The referee counts him down yet again, but Needles breaks the hold at the count of four. Needles paces back-and-forth, wiping the sweat from his forehead. He tries catching his breath as he goes to grab Mesh by her choker but suddenly Mesh fights back! She’s throwing punches!
Alecia Matthews: Mesh still has some fight left in her!
Needles has his hands up so most of Mesh’s shots aren’t connecting but its given her some breathing room. She then kicks Needles in the shin and knees which he can’t protect. Mesh bounces off the ropes with a dropkick to the knees! Needles goes down! Mesh climbs atop of Needles and punches him, this time her fists connecting. She picks Needles up and nails him in the face with a stiff forearm! Needles wobbles back into the corner, Mesh follows up with a running back elbow! Needles rolls out to the outside.
Alecia Matthews: Mesh has given herself some room to breathe now with Needles on the outside!
Mesh sees Needles on the outside, so she runs off the ropes and hits Needles with a baseball slide, sending him crashing into the steel barricades behind him! Mesh hammers away at Needles as she throws him back inside the ring. She goes for the cover!
1…Needles kicks out at 1!
Daniel Knight: Sorry little girl, it’s going to take more than that to finish this!
Alecia Matthews: Mesh looks exhausted, but she’s determined to overcome this and win!
She irish whips Needles but he counters with a bicycle kick to the chest! He smirks afterwards, knowing that he’s able to inflict punishment once again.
Alecia Matthews: Just like that, Needles regains control in the blink of an eye!
Needles stomps away at Mesh. She uses the ropes to get up, but Needles grabs her and hits a turnbuckle powerbomb! Mesh is all bunched up the corner when from the adjacent corner, Needles charges at her, driving his boot into her face! There’s an audible gasp from the crowd!
Alecia Matthews: Needles nearly took off Mesh’s head there!
Daniel Knight: We are witnessing the public execution of Mesh!
Alecia Matthews: I wouldn’t count her out just yet!
Daniel Knight: Are you insane? She’s a wet noodle at this point, once Needles finishes her off – game over, man!
Needles climbs atop of Mesh, hooking the leg for the pin attempt!
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Mesh kicks out at 2!
Alecia Matthews: Mesh is still in this! That was too close!
Daniel Knight: She kicked out at 2 and 7/8th of a second! She can’t possibly hang on much longer.
Needles pins her again!
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Mesh kicks out again!
Alecia Matthews: Needles is trying to tire Mesh out.
Daniel Knight: He’s just being smart.
Needles hooks the leg again!
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Mesh kicks out!
Needles is getting frustrated. He paces around the ring frantically, thinking of his next move. His head cocks to the right where he sees his baseball bat laying atop the timekeeper’s area. He rolls outside the ring and grabs it. The referee tries to take it from him as Needles holds it above his head.
Alecia Matthews: What is Needles going to do now? Get himself disqualified?
Daniel Knight: Needles just doesn’t care!
The referee jumps up and manages to grab the bat from Needles’ grip. As he argues with the referee, Mesh gets up and dropkicks Needles from behind – but he also bumps into the referee! The crowd pops, Mesh uses the ropes to help herself up and goes on the attack once again on Needles! Punches and kicks keep Needles at bay as Mesh unleashes a flurry of rights and lefts to her opponent, who is doing everything he can to block the shots.
Alecia Matthews: There’s a fire in Mesh’s eyes!
Daniel Knight: How can anybody take her serious??
Alecia Matthews: Because unlike you and Needles over there, Mesh has heart and the crowd knows it!
The referee is back up, though a bit groggy. Mesh kicks Needles in the midsection and he does down. Mesh runs the ropes, leaps into the air and with both feet, stomps on Needles’ back! Mesh goes for the cover!
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Needles kicks out!
Alecia Matthews: That was an impressive move, but it wasn’t enough to put Needles away!
Both competitors are out of breath. Mesh stays seated by the fallen Needles with panting breathes. She starts crawling to the corner, but the crowd is still behind her. Needles starts crawling to the opposite corner as well. Mesh waits and once Needles is up, she runs towards him and hits a corner enzuigiri! The smack echoes throughout the arena! Needles refuses to go down though. Mesh runs towards him again and hits him again with a running back elbow! Mesh repeatedly kicks Needles in the stomach as the crowd counts her down!
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Mesh does a quick dance, popping the crowd before nailing Needles for the last kick. Needles still won’t go down though. Mesh’s arms encircle Needles’ head as she sits atop the turnbuckle.
Alecia Matthews: Looks like she’s going for a tornado DDT, that’s sure to put Needles away!
Mesh spirals off the top but Needles breaks free in mid-landing! He goes for a lariat but Mesh ducks underneath and counters back with a Pelé Kick! That stuns Needles, leaning on the ropes! Mesh clotheslines him to the outside as he lands hard on the floor! The crowd is roaring!
GO MESH, GO!
GO MESH, GO!
GO MESH, GO!
Mesh waits for the right time just as Needles is inching his way back up. Mesh irish whips off the ropes and flies over the third rope with a suicide dive! She soars over the third rope! Suddenly, the two collide but Needles manages to catch her in mid-air! There is a loud gasp within the crowd as Needles snarls manically; Mesh frantically trying to escape! With lightning speed and brute force, he throws her back first into the steel barricades with a fallaway slam! Mesh writhes in pain as she rolls around the floor. The referee goes and checks on Mesh as Needles, again wails at the top of his lungs!
Alecia Matthews: Oh my God! Needles caught her in mid-air! Did you see that??
Daniel Knight: Mesh was denied!
Mesh is down, still feeling the effects of that fallaway slam. The referee begins his countdown. Needles, by her hair throws her back first into the cold, steel ring steps! More clubbing blows to the back of Mesh’s head. He drags her over to the announce table and bashes her head onto it repeatedly!
Daniel Knight: Oh! Up close and personal!
Alecia Matthews: Mesh is getting pummeled right now!
Mesh tries her best to get away from Needles, but he grabs her again by the hair and he throws her into the timekeepers’ area - crashing into the timekeeper and Christa Adina in the process! It is total chaos at ringside! Needles continues to stomp on Mesh whose body is contorted due to the awkward position she landed in. The referee continues his countdown, but it looks like Needles doesn’t care.
Daniel Knight: Needles is sadistic. He just wants to beat on Mesh for as long as possible. I like him! Maybe he’s just as sick of Mesh like everyone else is.
Needles continues the assault. He’s snapped! The referee had put his baseball bat in the timekeepers’ area and that’s when Needles sees it. He lunges towards it! Baseball bat in hand, he stalks Mesh, waiting for her to turn around. The referee tries to stop Needles, but he shoves the official down on the floor! Mesh is on spaghetti legs but she’s up! Once she turns around, Needles leans back and swings away, nailing Mesh right in the stomach! The referee sees this and calls for the bell!
DING! DING! DING! DING! DING!
Daniel Knight: Going, going gone!
With Mesh holding on to her stomach, Needles positions himself behind her and hits her across the back! He moves again, facing Mesh and in an upward motion, he drives the bat across Mesh’s face! He continues to beat on Mesh with the bat! It appears as Mesh isn’t moving! The referee tries to stop Needles, but he turns around and nails the referee with the bat as well! The sounds of boos swarm the arena! Various WFWF officials and referees come running out and attempt to detain him. He decks an official and low blows a referee! He stomps on Mesh until security is called and they charge towards Needles from behind! They tackle him down to the ground!
Alecia Matthews: It is complete chaos right now!
Daniel Knight: We are live at Madison Square Garden, baby! This is awesome!
The bat is taken away from Needles but that doesn’t stop him from attacking anything in his sight! He is tomato red, veins bulging from the side of his neck and forehead as he yells obscenities at the guards and remaining officials. The timekeeper continues to ring the bell!
DING! DING! DING! DING! DING!
More security guards are called, now upping the count to twelve. Needles realizes he’s outnumbered so he runs away! He jumps over the barricades and runs through the crowd! A few security guards give chase, the rest stay behind and assess the wasteland that is ringside.
Alecia Matthews: Needles is running from arena security! It's insane what is happening right now!
Daniel Knight: Homeboy realized that there was too many, so he ran. That’s pretty smart if you ask me.
The remaining officials check on Mesh, who hasn’t moved. She’s okay – beaten up, bruised, battered but okay. The officials help her get up. She grinds her teeth, struggling to sit up. There is a profuse amount of blood dripping from her nose and it looks like her bell was rung. The crowd applauds her as she manages to get up. There’s an official on both sides of her, holding her arms for support as she takes very small steps. They escort her all the way to the back where behind her is nothing but destruction.
Alecia Matthews: Okay, even you have to admire the fact that despite everything that Needles did to her, she’s able to get up and walk to the back.
Daniel Knight: Barely. Look, she can take an ass-kicking, she’s certainly a lot tougher than she looks but that still doesn’t change my opinion of her.
Alecia Matthews: Is this because of the ‘small packages’ comment?
Daniel Knight: Hey, you are comple -
Out back, a black stretch limousine descends down the ramp into the underground parking facility beneath the world’s most famous arena. As it comes to a stop, the back door opens from within, the WFWF World Heavyweight Champion emerging from within. He’s dressed atypically for what one might expect the occupant of such a lavish vehicle to select, his street clothes having become all but synonymous with his presence. His eyes, no doubt burning from within at the task he’s arrived for this evening, are obscured by a pair of black sunglasses. Behind him, a young woman emerges, dwarfed by his massive frame, but clutching his hand nearest to her as soon as they’re both free from the vehicle. As the driver pulls away, the pair make their way deeper into the arena, hand in hand, before they’re shortly met by the WFWF’s roving backstage scoop-seeker, Kay Fabe.
Kay Fabe: David Brennan, the world is waiting on the edge of its seat to see the tension between yourself and Michael Kyzer finally boil over tonight, but disregarding that - it’s been years, not since the day of The New Epoch, really, since the WFWF Multiverse has seen you arrive in the presence of another. I understand your private nature, but I have to ask…
David Brennan: It’s fine. There’s actually a bit of point to that. I don’t gotta tell you, the world’s full of sick people. People who still take Michael Kyzer at face value. Think there’s some sorta appeal to people like him bein’ like him. This week, this girl right here’s name entered escaped a place it had no business bein’ - that hole of sh*t Kyzer calls a mouth. Now that son of a b*tch can crack me in the face with a whole armory of sh*t any day he wants, but he went and said himself some right vile sh*t about this girl right here. Now, she ain’t got much more taste for this sh*t than I had when I first started out, but she’s only human, right? Sometimes, the world’s gotta see that for what it is - sh*t talkin’s a way of life, but there’s people behind all of it. Type of people Kyzer and his ilk’ve forgotten existed. She’s a real person, with real feelin’s and real rights, and tonight? She’s got the right to be present and accounted for when I take Michael Kyzer apart, bit by f*ckin’ bit.
Storming past Kay without another word, Brennan and his accompaniment disappear into the arena, leaving the roving reporter slightly bewildered at the tone and magnitude of the champion’s words.
Kay Fabe: Back to ringside, I think. Alecia?
Alecia Matthews: Always the intrepid, Kay Fabe. There’s a degree of venom in tonight’s main event that many of us, I think, tend to overlook when the World Championship is in play.
Daniel Knight: Save it, I say. WFWF gold is top dog around these parts. David Brennan seems to have lost sight of that, and that’s why I think he soldiers on to Boston - his hometown, mind you - in a few weeks, empty handed.
Alecia Matthews: Ever the perpetuator of the hot take, Daniel Knight, ladies and gentlemen. |
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Post by CM Poor on May 27, 2018 18:33:46 GMT -5
“Anthem of the Space” plays over the P/A system signaling the arrival of the International Champion Frank Lynn. He appears on stage in street clothes: boots, jeans, and a red shirt. The International Championship belt is clasped around his waist. He makes his way to the ring, at first to mostly cheers but they quickly turn to boos as people realize he is wearing a Boston Red Sox jersey (David Ortiz of course).Alecia Matthews: The word circulating backstage earlier today was that Frank Lynn was not happy at being left off tonight’s card. Looks like he’s decided to make an appearance anyway. Daniel Knight: He may not have a match but just like every wrestler he wants to have his moment at Madison Square Garden. I wonder what he has in mind. Frank smiles at the crowd and walks around the ring soaking in all the taunts and insults from Yankees fans… and presumably a few Mets fans too if such a beast actually exists. Then he climbs the steps, enters the ring, and pulls a microphone out of his back pocket.
He lifts the mic to his mouth and starts to speak but the boos are replaced by a rather loud “Go Yankees!” chant. Frank shrugs his shoulders and lets the fans go for a while before trying to speak again. This time the fans let him speak.Frank Lynn: Hello Madison Square Garden! Cheers this time. Frank has mastered the art of the cheap pop, be it for cheers or jeers.Frank Lynn: Sorry about the shirt but you all know I’m Boston bred through and through so I had to represent Red Sox Nation here in the heart of enemy territory. More boos followed by thunderous “Let’s Go Yankees!” chant.Frank Lynn: Hip hip hooray for the Yankees, the only team to blow a three games to none lead in the playoffs! Let’s go Yankees! The boos and chants die down because Frank is smiling the entire time and egging the crowd on. It’s no fun to jeer a willing target.Frank Lynn: Okay, now that we’ve all had our fun it’s time to get down to business. The WFWF is here at Madison Square Garden, THE mecca of combat sports, and yet the International Champion doesn’t have a match. I’m betting you all had the same reaction I did: what’s up with that? A few fans try to start a “What’s up with that?” chant but it doesn’t catch on.Frank Lynn: I’ll tell you what is up with that in two words: Lila Sleater! We haven’t exactly seen eye to eye in my two years in the WFWF and it has only gotten worse since I was GM for a day. She tried to suspend and fine me. I was one step ahead of her and had my “Screw you Lila” contract ready to stop her. She sic’d her lawyers on me like a pack of rabid dogs. They couldn’t find a loophole to null and void my new contract. She saw Mak Cross pin me so she made me defend my title against him. I put her white knight to sleep in the middle of the ring. Frank pauses a moment to remove the belt and hold it up over his head.Frank Lynn: Whether she likes it or not, I am the International Champion and thanks to her throwing Mak Cross at me like a christian to the lions, I have clearly shown that I am not a wannabe who had a belt handed to him and immediately screwed the pooch… like a certain past world champion whose name rhymes with sex. Thank you Lila and Mak for giving me the opportunity to legitimize my right to hold this championship. I don’t have to apologize for anything now. I am the international Champion! Frank waves the belt around amidst a mostly positive reaction, then rests it over his shoulder.Frank Lynn: This brings me to why I don’t have a match tonight. Lila wants to punish me and since nothing else has worked, she decided to keep me off the card at the biggest venue of them all. Yeah, I may be Boston born and bred but even I know the significance of performing at Madison Square Garden. Not having a match tonight hurts… but only my pride. Certainly not my bank account as I get paid whether I wrestle or not. You fans are the ones who are missing out because you don’t get to see me kick some ass tonight. All she really did by keeping me off the card is cut her nose off to spite her own face. Now the crowd is fully behind Frank because love him or hate him, they all want to see him in the ring either kicking ass or getting his ass kicked.Frank Lynn: I am tired of hearing how I have something to apologize for. I want to be seen for what I truly am: a fighting champion. Since David Brennan isn’t interested in his champion’s rematch I’m going to throw this out there for anyone in the locker room. I know you want this belt. It doesn’t matter if you want it because you think I stole it… or you want the respect and bigger paycheck that comes with being a champion… or you just like shiny objects. Whatever the reason, I know each and every single one of you in the locker room wants what I’ve got. Well boys and girls, I’m not running from a fight. Step up to the plate and take your shot. I’m right here ready to fight right now! Who wants some!?!? Frank turns towards the stage, leans against the ropes, and waits. The crowd is getting fired up, expecting one of the many WFWF superstars to come charging out of the locker room to accept Frank’s open challenge. No wrestler comes out.Frank Lynn: Somebody? Anybody? A half dozen security guards led by Billy Broom come from backstage and march down to the ring.Alecia Matthews: Uh oh. It looks like Lila has had enough of Frank’s grandstanding. Frank Lynn: And there you go people. I’m sure Lila was backstage making damn sure nobody came out to accept my challenge. Why? Because she wants to punish me because I keep embarrassing her. She’s more concerned with trying to save face than she is with putting on the best possible show. But I’m not the one being punished here. I get the night off and remain the International Champion. You are the ones getting punished. Lila is depriving you of a match that could be every bit as good as Kyzer versus Brennan. I want to be a fighting champion but she won’t let me. Sorry folks. Maybe I’ll have a match at the next show in Boston. Surely Lila wouldn’t keep me off the card in my homecoming? Because if she did, surely that would be grounds for the board of directors to fire her sorry ass. Right? The security guards surround the ring. Billy Broom steps into the ring, puts his hand on the microphone and gently takes it away from Frank Lynn.Billy Broom: Listen up Frank because I’m only going to say this once. Ms. Sleater sent me out here to talk some sense into that thick freakin’ head of yours - her words, not mine. Now you can walk out with me and hold your head high having made your point or me and the boys can forcibly remove you - in handcuffs if necessary. Your choice. Frank snatches the mic back from Billy, who to his credit maintains his calm demeanor.Frank Lynn: This is truly disappointing. You could have come out here alone and accepted my challenge. Sure, you’ve not done so well against me in the past but hey, this could be your lucky night. Look at what Mak Cross did a few weeks ago. But instead of coming out as a wrestler, you come out here as Lila’s errand boy leading her pack of trained attack dogs. Wake up and smell the roses Billy. If Lila can shut me down… the International Champion… just because she is holding a grudge, imagine what she can do to you if you ever do something that offends her. Billy doesn’t try to take the mic from Frank again, instead just leaning in close so that it can pick up what he says next.Billy Broom: That’s neither here nor there Frank. I’m not a wrestler tonight or maybe I would accept your challenge. I’m just the guy Lila tapped to get you out of the ring. You’re holding up the show. You made your point and now it’s time to go. Billy signals to the security staff who enter the ring and surround Frank. Frank holds his ground and gets a few last desperate words into the mic before Billy removes it from his hand and the other guards grab Frank, twisting his arms behind his back and cuffing him.Frank Lynn: You heard the man! Time for me to go! All I want is a match! Tell Lila you want to see me fight! Someone in the front row shouts out “Let Frank fight!” loud enough that Frank’s mic picks it up. The rest of the crowd joins in and chants “Let Frank fight!” while Billy Broom and the security guards force Frank out of the ring and escort him up the ramp and backstage. The crowd keeps on chanting after Frank is long gone.Daniel Knight: Frank Lynn has to have the most dysfunctional wrestler/GM relationship since Trace Demon. Alecia Matthews: Indeed Daniel. The revolution may be dead but the enmity between Frank and Lila is running hotter than ever. Is this company big enough for the two of them? Daniel Knight: Give credit to Frank, he didn’t resist and abuse the security guards like Ryan Payne. I bet he doesn’t go to the parking lot and vandalize my car like a certain other superstar did when he didn’t get his way. Alecia Matthews: Oh puh-lease Daniel. It was a rental. Quit yer bitchin’. It makes us all look bad, and it’s about time the two us try and prove ourselves worth of this desk. Before we get to our next match, it’s time for the return of a legend! Cameron Stone is back! Daniel Knight: Legend? Really, Alecia? He had a good run but I don’t think it was legendary. Alecia Matthews: Get your digs in now Daniel because I’m betting you will be as quiet as a church mouse once he is sitting next to you. The house lights dim as a spotlight shines on Christa Adina standing in the middle of the ring with a huge smile on her face.Christa Adina: Ladies and Gentlemen, please join me in welcoming back to the WFWF… Cameron Stone! Another spotlight shines on the entrance stage as Cameron Stone steps out, dressed to impress in suit and tie. Cam is also sporting an expensive looking pair of sunglasses, which he takes off with a dramatic sweeping motion so he can see the crowd clearly. After scanning the entire arena, he places the sunglasses back on his face.
He waves to the crowd, then makes the walk to the ring that takes longer than usual as virtually every fan has an arm outstretched for a high five or their phone held up to snap a candid shot of wrestler turned actor Cameron Stone. Those not close enough to interact directly with Cam are content to cheer loudly, the roar of the crowd quickly turning into the usual “Welcome Back!” chant that greets old faces upon their return.
Cameron walks all the way around the ring looking at the fans in the front row until he spies a young boy almost literally crapping his pants at the sight of one of his wrestling heroes. Cam smiles his best movie star smile as he approaches the young boy, then removes his sunglasses and carefully places them on the boy while the boy’s mother takes a pic on her phone. Cam ruffles the boys hair, then turns towards the ring.
Cameron Stone finally gets to the ring steps, ascending slowly as he absorbs the moment. He steps in between the top and middle rope, climbs the turnbuckle to one more roar from the crowd, and approaches Christa. The house lights come back up. Cam gives Christa a hug and a peck on the cheek which Christa graciously returns with one of her own. Then she hands Cam the mic and steps aside.Cameron Stone: Man, it is great to be back in Madison Square Garden! I have truly missed all of you fans now that I've been on the next leg of my journey in life. But I'm not the kind of guy to forget where I came from, so that's why I'm back here tonight, addressing you all in a WFWF ring! Cameron has to stop there momentarily as he's drowned out from the cheering of the crowd.Cameron Stone: Unfortunately, I wish I came bearing better news. I'm only here to have a one night return to commentary. I will not be competing anytime in the near future. Stone pauses for the booing of the crowd to subside.Cameron Stone: Though, that isn't by my choice. You see, I have a nice long break in between projects, so I have an opportunity within the next few months to compete if I want to. And oh boy, I want to. I approached the WFWF about doing a match, and Lila Sleater gave me an immediate NO as a response. The boos of the crowd become enormous, this time directed not at Cameron, but at WFWF management.Cameron Stone: You see, apparently, if I don't commit to a contract for a part time schedule, they won't sign off for me to compete. Apparently in an effort to, and I quote, keep the focus on the regular talent. Which I agree, is an admirable goal. But I wasn't trying to come back to be in main events, or be a huge focus. I thought it would just be fun to come in, do a match and head back off. Something the fans could enjoy. But Lila Sleater didn't want that. Oh by the way Lila, don't bother trying to cut the mic, I'm almost done, and I bribed all the guys in the truck with premiere tickets, so I'm finishing what I have to say. So everyone, if you want to see good old Cam Stone compete again, go on twitter, go on Facebook, flood social media, and make sure the WFWF knows what you want. Now if you'll excuse me, I have a job to do. Getting out of the ring, Cameron Stone makes his way to the commentary desk, where he gives Alecia a huge hug, and reluctantly shakes Daniel's hand, before sitting down and joining the booth. Cam sits down at one end of the table next to Alecia with Daniel on the far side, doing his best to not look at Cam.Alecia Matthews: In case the fans didn’t make it clear, welcome back Cam! It will be nice to have your expertise on color commentary once again. Cameron Stone: It’s good to be back Alecia. I’m hope I’m not too out of practice. Daniel Knight: We’ll cover for you. Why don’t you start us off with your thoughts on the next match featuring Tyler Draven and Reina Kenshin? Cameron Stone: Good to see you too Daniel. As for this match, Reina and Tyler are two new faces I’m not too familiar with but they both went out of their way to make dramatic first impressions on the WFWF. I don’t approve of the actions of Draven towards Trace Demon but that is a case of reaping what you sow and Trace certainly sowed a lot of violent attacks so Draven’s assault had a certain karma to it. As for Kenshin and what she did to Billy Broom and Reverend Shadow… I think it was a stupid way to make a first impression. Billy is a helluva nice guy who didn’t deserve it. The Reverend… some may say he deserved it but it’s hard to tell since he was away for so long. In any case, I cannot condone the actions of either. Daniel Knight: So that’s what you think about them… but I asked what you think of the match up. If you had to bet, who’re you putting your money on? Kenshin or Draven. Cameron Stone: I don’t think I would bet any money on this match. I expect something that is more of a fight than a wrestling match and those can go either way depending on who gets the lucky big hit in first. How about we sit back, call the action, and enjoy the show? Alecia Matthews: Well said Cam. And it looks like we won’t have to wait any longer. Christa is in the ring ready for the introductions. Christa Adina: The following match is to one fall with no time limit. Introducing first… from Los Angeles, California… weighing 180 lbs… he is Tyler Draaavvveeennn! “Major System Error” plays over the P/A system as Tyler Draven appears on stage in his black leather jacket over his wrestling gear. He walks straight down to the ring, jumps onto the ring apron and removes his jacket, handing it to a staffer at ringside. Then he enters the ring and goes straight to his corner to stretch on the ropes.Daniel Knight: Another exciting entrance by the undefeated rookie. Alecia Matthews: You can tell Draven only cares about the match because he puts zero effort into his entrance. Cameron Stone: He’ll learn. A good entrance can fire up the fans and you can feed off their energy. There is a brilliant flash of black light as "Imperial Army" by Gunitdown opens with its pulsing beats, the arena blanketed in fluorescent darkness. As the song's first dirge dips and rises, so do the lights in time with the music - dimming to the truest, deepest blackness at the note's nadir; brightening to a brilliant, glossy splendor at its apogee, followed by an explosion of violet pyro. The lights revert to dark luminescence as the meaty bass melody begins, silhouetting Reina's emerging shape. She pauses at the top of the ramp to strike a pose for the crowd, receiving a generous hail of cheers. Making her way towards the ring, she cartwheels lightly over the ropes and proceeds across the ring, mounting one of the turnbuckles at the second rope to pose again before hopping down to face her opponent.Christa Adina: And his opponent… making her WFWF debut… from Battle Creek, Michigan via New York City… ***crowd pops for the hometown reference*** weighing 122 lbs… she is Reina Kenshiiinnn! Daniel Knight: Now that is how you make an entrance. Take notes Tyler Draven because despite her actions at our last show, this New York crowd just blew the roof off Madison Square Garden for Reina Kenshin. Cameron Stone: Never underestimate the home town advantage Daniel. This may be Reina’s in ring debut but having twenty thousand of her home boys and girls cheering for her should get rid of any butterflies she may have. Christa exits the ring while the ref makes a cursory check of ken shin and Draven for foreign objects. Finding none, he steps back and signals for the bell.
DING DING DING
The two wrestlers immediately charge at each other like rabid bulls. (Can bulls get rabies? Who cares? We like the imagery so we’re going with it.) They simultaneously hit each other with forearm blows to the head. Neither is phased. Draven throws another forearm blow. Kenshin counters with a roundhouse kick to Draven’s ribs. Draven retaliates with a kick to Kenshin’s stomach.
Reina is rocked back. She keeps retreating, bouncing off the ropes and attempting to take Draven down with a shoulder block. It rocks Draven but he stays on his feet. Again Kenshin bounce off the ropes to get some momentum and hits another shoulder block. Draven holds his ground. Kenshin tries again and runs right into a vicious clothesline from hell that sends her crashing to the mat.Cameron Stone: Draven isn’t the biggest wrestler at 180 lbs. but he still has almost 60 lbs. on Reina. She should have tried hit and run tactics rather than try to match him power for power. Daniel Knight: Exactly what I was going to say. Alecia Matthews: Sure Daniel, whatever you say. It’s nice to have you back Cam. Draven drops several hard knees to Reina’s chest as she lays on the mat, finishing the volley with a knee to the head. Reina crawls away, trying to escape under the ropes. Draven lets her get halfway out of the ring before he reaches through the ropes to grab Reina’s head. He pulls her up and uses the bottom rope to choke her. The referee quickly moves in to warn Draven and start a five count. While the ref counts, Reina kicks out with her legs and catches Draven right in the junk! Tyler releases the hold and falls backward holding his crotch.Alecia Matthews: Well, we’re throwing the rule book out the window pretty early on in this match. Cameron Stone: It’s like I said, these two aren’t here to have a wrestling match. They’re here to fight! Daniel Knight: Honestly, I’m not surprised given their track records. Besides, based on our first match and a street fight main event, I don’t think this is the show for fans of technical wrestling. Cameron Stone: Damn shame given the great technical wrestlers in the locker room like Frank Lynn and Mak Cross who don’t have matches tonight. Reina kicks Tyler in the side until he rolls onto his stomach. Then she stomps the small of his back several times. Draven is flopping like a fish out of water as Reina keeps on attacking. She straddles his back, then places a knee in between his shoulder blades and reaches down to grab his head with both hands and pull back as hard as she can.
Draven screams in pain from being contorted in ways the human body shouldn’t bend all the while Kenshin’s hands ripping at his face, fingers pushing into his eye sockets and stretching the sides of his mouth.
The referee motions for Reina to break the hold. 1… 2… 3… 4… Reina releases her hold on Draven’s head and slams his face into the mat. She stands up and raises her hands into the air in a show for the ref who stops his count, then stomps Draven’s back again. She drops down and locks on a Crippler Cross face, this time her hands locked legally around his chin.Daniel Knight: Reina earned a reputation in NJA as a wrestler who enjoyed hurting her opponents. She’s definitely showing that tonight. Cameron Stone: It’s easy to hurt your opponent if you ignore the rules and go for the family jewels, the eyes, and so on. Maybe she feels she has to do that to have a chance against the bigger men on the roster but I cannot condone it. Tyler struggles to break the hold but Reina isn’t letting go. She cranks back on Draven’s head and neck forcing the referee to check if Tyler is tapping out. Tyler refuses to give up and continues to fight against the hold. Amazingly, Draven manages to get to his knees. Then he flips Reina over with a snap mare and immediately slaps on a headlock, using all of his weight to bear down on Reina while he tries to catch his breath.Alecia Matthews: Excellent reversal by Tyler. Cameron Stone: Agreed Alecia. It only worked because he’s the larger and stronger wrestler in the match but hey, capitalizing on your advantages is an important part of wrestling a winning match. Tyler keeps the headlock on as long as he can until he is visibly refreshed. He stands up keeping his hold on Reina’s head as he lifts her up too. Draven has Kenshin positioned for a reverse DDT, but instead throws her up and over in a suplex. Reina crashes down to the mat face first.
Draven reaches down to grab Reina for another move, but she quickly flips him over with a small package into a pinning predicament. The ref drops down for the count.
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Draven calmly reaches over and grabs the bottom rope.Cameron Stone: Impressive. Instead of wasting energy trying to kick out, Draven knew where he was in the ring and grabbed the ropes to stop the pin. That’s smart wrestling… smarter than I expected from a barbwire baseball bat wielding lunatic. Daniel Knight: Could it be that he learned some actual wrestling moves and techniques from Trace Demon? Alecia Matthews: Anything’s possible Daniel. Not probable but definitely possible. Draven and Kenshin square off in the middle of the ring. Kenshin attempts to whip Draven into the corner but he is too strong, reversing it and whipping her into the corner instead. He follows her in with a ring high knee that hits her right on the chin with a crack heard all the way in the cheap seats.Cameron Stone: The running high knee! That’s a move right out of Trace Demon’s arsenal. I remember it well. Tyler chops away at Reina’s chest, leaving red marks shaped like his hands on the visible part of her torso. Reina screams in his face, then spits on him. She uses the moment of shock to switch positions with Tyler and hits a series of hard kicks to his abdomen. She ends it with a spinning high kick to his head that leaves him slumped against the ropes. Kenshin wraps her arms around Draven’s waist and hits an overhead belly to belly suplex. Draven gets to his feet and Kenshin feints a kick to his head. Draven throws his arms up defensively and Kenshin kicks his knee. Draven starts to fall forward and Reina catches his head, then smashes him into the mat with a DDT. She rolls him over and goes for a cover.
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Draven kicks out!Daniel Knight: Reina Kenshin means business. Every move is executed with deadly intentions. Cameron Stone: She has to hit hard to make up her smaller body mass. Somebody like a Lucas Crowe could throw a half ass move and still hurt you. Reina can’t. Alecia Matthews: The crowd has to be inspiring her too. They are definitely favoring the NYC girl versus the California kid. It would be an impressive debut to beat the undefeated Draven in her first match right here in Madison Square Garden! Kenshin keeps up her assault on Draven but he manages to duck and dodge her punches and kicks. He grabs her arm and whips her into the ropes. She bounces back towards him and he hits a back body drop that sends her flying high into the air and over the ropes. Reina falls over ten feet down to the floor to a roar of “Holy Sh*t!” from the crowd.
Draven watches as Kenshin slowly gets back to her feet, waiting for his moment. When the time is right, he runs the ropes and jumps through the ropes hitting Reina with a suicide dive that sends both crashing into the security barrier. The New York fans yell support for Reina while several give Draven a one fingered salute.Alecia Matthews: Tyler sacrificed himself to hit the suicide dive. I think he hit his head on the barrier and did more damage to himself than he did to Reina. Daniel knight: They don’t call them high risk moves for nothing. Cameron Stone: Alecia, is that the usual deep insights you get from Daniel? Alecia Matthews: Yes… which is why I’m so glad to be working with you again. The referee jumps out of the ring to check on both wrestlers. It is Reina who gets up first and pushes the ref away. She grabs the stunned Draven and slings him into the ring steps, the noise of the impact sounding like church bells ringing throughout the arena. Kenshin grabs Draven’s hair and slams his head into the ring post several times.
The referee is back in the ring and has started a count. 1… 2… 3… For some reason, the crowd keeps saying “TEN” over and over, as if they are confused and forgot how to count. At least they aren’t going “ woop woop!”
Reina lifts Draven up by the hair again and everyone can see that Tyler has been cut open, blood flowing from a cut on his forehead. Reina runs her free hands through the blood, wipes some streaks on her face like war paint, and then licks her fingers clean. For the first time in the match, the New York fans are not quite behind her as some fans boo her sickening bloodthirst.Alecia Matthews: This is turning into a street fight. Daniel Knight: Reina must think she’s in the main event. She better watch it or she will get in trouble with the ref. Cameron Stone: We already saw one DQ finish tonight. The fans might riot if we get another. And I wouldn’t blame them. Reina laughs maniacally as she rolls Draven back into the ring breaking the ref’s count. She jumps onto the apron and taunts Draven, who has gotten back to his feet and glares at her on wobbly legs. Draven moves towards the ropes trying to punch Reina. She ducks down, grabs the middle rope, and propels herself through the ropes hitting Tyler with a shoulder block into his stomach. She rolls through the move into a pinning predicament.
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Draven kicks out!
Reina jumps to her feet while Tyler can only get to his knees. Reina tries a roundhouse kick to Draven’s head but he blocks it, catching her leg and flipping her over with a dragon screw leg whip. He keeps hold of her ankle and twists it violently, then drops an elbow to the back of her knee. Still holding onto the ankle, he rolls over her body to lock in an STF.Alecia Matthews: That’s a sweet reversal from a guy known mainly as a brawler. Reina struggles against the hold and manages to get close enough to the ropes to grab the bottom rope. The ref quickly calls for the break. Tyler releases Reina and she rolls under the ropes to the apron. Tyler wipes some blood out of his eyes while Reina uses the ropes to get back to her feet.
Tyler bounce off the far ropes and charges at Reina. She grabs the top rope for leverage and swings her leg up to catch him in the side of the head. Draven staggers around the ring. Reina grabs the top rope and propels herself over the rope hitting Draven with a clothesline that takes both of them down to the mat. They get to their knees and exchange punches.Daniel Knight: This one has broken down to a fist fight. Alecia Matthews: More deep insights from Daniel. Anything to add Cam? Cameron Stone: Whether you love ‘em or hate ‘em, you have to admit that these two are leaving it all in the ring. I’m impressed by the spirit both are showing even if I’m not impressed by their technique… or lack thereof. Somehow, Kenshin and Draven are now standing toe to toe still exchanging blows. The wear and tear of the match is showing as they grunt with each punch or kick. Draven blocks a punch from Reina, catching her hand in his. He grabs her other hand and in a test of strength pushes her down to her knees. Then he spreads the fingers out on one of her hands and with violent yank he pulls one of her fingers back trying to break it.
Reina shrieks in pain and jumps to her feet shaking her hand. Draven watches on proud of himself. Suddenly, Reina spreads her arms out and spins around, hitting Tyler with a spinning back kick, then a roundhouse kick, and lastly with a lead hook kick.Daniel Knight: Reina calls that series of spinning moves the REINA REVOLVER. Cameron Stone: I take back what I said about lacking in technique. Tyler is dazed and confused by the onslaught of kicks. Reina gets a running start and hits a dropkick to his stomach that propels him into the turnbuckles with a loud crash that sets the ring vibrating.Daniel Knight: And that is the STATUS QUO! Reina is turning it on now trying to end this match. Reina charges into the corner but Tyler catches her, dropping her face onto the ring post behind the turnbuckle, then smashing her into the mat with an STO. He flips over her prone body for a bridging pin attempt.
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Reina kicks out!
Tyler quickly lifts Reina to her feet and sees that she has been busted open by the ring post. He grabs Reina’s hair and holds her head up, then rains down a series of brutal punches to her forehead further opening the cut. The blood flows freely, Reina’s fresh blood mixing with the dried blood from Tyler to cover both wrestlers in a reddish pink hue.
Draven spins towards the corner and smashes her head into the turnbuckle over and over as the crowd counts along. 10… 10… 10… Nobody knows why they’re doing it but we really wish they would go back to counting like normal people, not a bunch of idiots who need remedial instruction from the Count on Sesame Street.
Tyler whips Reina across the ring. She bounces off the ropes and careens back towards Tyler who hits a perfect standing dropkick to her head. Reina stumbles backwards but Tyler catches her before she can fall down. He maneuvers her limp form into position and lifts her up for the Dead Demon Driver.Daniel Knight: This could be it. Tyler is setting up for his finisher, a move that has gotten him two wins already! Alecia Matthews: Reina put up a great fight but I think Tyler’s size and strength may have won the day. Draven lifts Kenshin up and drives her head into the mat with the package pile driver move he calls the DEAD DEMON DRIVER! He goes for a cover.
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Reina Kenshin kicks out!Daniel Knight: Holy crap! How did Kenshin kick out?! Cameron Stone: I thought she was done. She certainly has a never say die attitude. Tyler looks at Reina clearly surprised that she kicked out. He lets out a short yell of frustration or anger or maybe he is just psyching himself up. Whatever the case, he grabs Reina and twists her body around so he can wrap his arm around her neck, then grapevines his legs around her body.Cameron Stone: I’d know that move anywhere! That’s the PARADISE LOST, one of Trace Demon’s trademark finishers. Alecia Matthews: This has to be it. No way does Reina escape the PARADISE LOST. Tyler Draven has an almost crazed look in his eyes as he grits his teeth and grinds away at the rear naked choke. Reina tries to fight the hold but the match has taken too much out of her. She is no match for the superior size and strength of Draven.
The ref drops down to check on Reina. Draven yells out for Kenshin to tap. She has stopped struggling, her legs and arms hanging limply at her side and her eyes starting to roll back into her head. The ref lifts her arm once, let’s it drop. Reina actually stops her arm from hitting the mat but only so she can tap Draven’s arm. The ref signals for the bell.
DING DING DINGChrista Adina: Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of the match by submission… Tyler Draaavvveeennn! Daniel Knight: Draven keeps his undefeated streak intact. Three in a row for the former protege of Trace Demon. This kid is going places! Alecia Matthews: Reina Kenshin gave as good as she got for most of the match but her debut ends in defeat. Cameron Stone: I saw enough out of her to hope that she learns from this match. If she was a little less in your face and used some strategy she could do well in the WFWF. Her “I’m a badass bitch” attitude is going to hold her back. Tyler Draven allows the ref to raise his arm long enough for the crowd to acknowledge his victory, as unpopular as it was since he just beat a fellow New Yorker. As soon as the ref releases his arm, Tyler scowls at the crowd and exits the ring, walking up the middle of the ramp refusing to look at or acknowledge the fans.
Reina Kenshin circles around the ring one last time, then stops to lean on the ropes facing the announcer’s table. She looks over to Christa and snaps her fingers menacingly, then gestures for Christa to give her the microphone. Christa gently tosses the mic to Reina, then gets the hell out of the ring before something bad can happen. Reina takes the mic and turns her attention back towards the announcers table.Reina Kenshin: Well what do we have here? You some kinda critic? Or are you another one of the fossils that still hang around here hoping to get a chance at their former glory? Reina steps between the ropes to the apron, then drops down to the floor and approaches Cameron Stone.Reina Kenshin: Like you know what “glory” actually means. You're a relic still wearing his letterman jacket from high school. Get the f--k outta my arena! Reina grabs a water bottle from the announcer's table and splashes water all over Cameron Stone. Once the bottle is empty she throws it at Stone. Cam ducks the bottle but this gives Reina the chance to get right in his face and she slaps him hard! The sound is heard throughout the arena and certainly gets Cameron Stone's attention!
He jumps out of his seat and decks Reina with a roundhouse punch. Then he grabs her, lifts her up, and smashes her through the announce's table with a CAM SLAM. The crowd roars and starts chanting "One more match!" Cameron looks down on Reina with complete disdain, then turns to Alecia.Cameron Stone: Sorry Alecia, looks like I'm not wanted here. You're stuck with Danny boy for the main event. Cameron Stone gives the crowd one last wave and makes his way backstage passing several medics and Billy Broom's crack ring crew who rush towards the ring to take care of Reina Kenshin and replace the announcer's table for the main event.Alecia Matthews: I don't know if you can hear me Reina but that is not how you make friends in the WFWF. I hope you have eyes in the back of your head. Daniel Knight: If she does, she wouldn’t be the first. Folks, if you’ll recall earlier this evening, the ever clever, ever cunning - Alecia Matthews: - ever nefarious - Daniel Knight: - shut up. If you’ll recall, newcomer Ryan “Needles” Payne led arena and WFWF security in hot pursuit following his vicious, tactically minded attack on Mesh shortly after meeting a narrow defeat at the fellow rookie’s hands. Alecia Matthews: Jesus, how much did he pay you? Nevermind. I don’t want to know. Nevertheless, were my broadcast partner not looking for someone new to buy that “great things in small packages” excuse, he’d have already told you that we’ve just learned that a thorough, widespread search of this facility has come up empty regarding any sign of Ryan Payne. Daniel Knight: That’s right, Alecia. I, for one, hope Ms. Sleater takes note of the newcomer’s sense of cunning, and that come Boston, we - hey, wait just a damn second! |
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Post by CM Poor on May 27, 2018 18:35:26 GMT -5
Alecia Matthews: At any rate...while we wait for my broadcast partner to come to terms with his manhood...folks, it all comes down to this - our main event. Michael Kyzer. David Brennan. The WFWF World Heavyweight Championship, but perhaps more to the point, a heightened degree of enmity between two men that has festered and grown over the course of some six years spent in the path of one another.
Daniel Knight: It only seems appropriate then that the gloves are off in this one, Alecia. A Manhattan Street Fight. No holds barred. Anything goes. If you’re like me and have ever harbored any sort of vitriol toward these two men for the bad light they’ve cast upon the WFWF, stay tuned, because they just might kill each other here tonight!
The lights go out. The first chords of “You Make Me Feel” begin to echo throughout Madison Square Garden. A spotlight illuminates the entrance, and standing there is the giant Mongolian, Tugarin Zmey. He slowly starts walking to the ring when two female prostitutes emerge from behind the curtain. They are carrying baskets of rose petals and are wearing nothing but a g-string and a couple of pasties of Michael Kyzer’s face. They follow Zmey while throwing the petals down the entrance way.
Daniel Knight: Well, this is an...interesting entrance so far.
Alecia Matthews: Try not to get too excited there, Daniel.
Following the topless women are four roidheads carrying the Sedia Gestatoria with Michael Kyzer sitting on it. He is dressed as if he were the Pope, even down to the hat.
Daniel Knight: Is that the Pope Throne?!
The roidheads carry the Sedia Gestatoria to ringside, where Kyzer steps from the throne to the ring apron. The hookers circle the ring throwing rose petals until they’ve run out. The roidheads carry the throne back up the entrance way with the hookers following. Kyzer stands in the middle of the ring looking like the Catholic Pope with Tugarin Zmey off to the side. The music ends and he pulls a microphone from his Pope robe.
Michael Kyzer: I am The God of F~ck, Michael Kyzer! As the Pope of the only religion that matters, I want to bless the city of New York before the real show begins. Tonight we, as followers of the Kyzer Church, ask of only one thing tonight. We ask for the blood of David Brennan to be spilled here tonight for the amusement of the Masses. I only hope I quench the thirst that you savages have. Tonight, the Kyzer Church offers redemption for the sh~thole known as New York City.
Kyzer tosses the microphone to Christa Adina along with his Pope Robe. He climbs the far corner, perching himself a seat atop the top turnbuckle, partially obscured by the massive, masked beast standing watch before him as the arena lights dim. The crowd erupts in a sea of cheers, threatening to drown out the whistling melody of "The House of the Rising Sun" that echoes throughout the arena. A thin, low hanging fog fills the stage as a hue of green and orange searchlights pan across the audience.
"There is a house in Sin City
they call The Rising Sun,
and it's been the ruin
of many a poor boy,
and God, I know, I'm one."
As the music kicks into full gear, nearly deafening the cheers from the sold out crowd, the beams of light converge upon the stage as David Brennan slowly steps out from behind the curtain, casting a glow upon him and reflecting a blinding gleam off of the WFWF World Heavyweight Championship strapped around his waist as he pauses to survey the crowd before him. With his attention focused sharp upon the ring, unfettered by the presence of Tugarin Zmey that he presumably had anticipated, he begins his march down the ramp, casting passing glances to the ringside fans clamoring to either side of him. Making his way toward the ringside steps, he pauses once more to stare up at the sheer height and depth of the crowd, affording the fans all the way toward the back a rare glimpse of attention, before turning to climb the steel steps, passing through the ropes and into the ring. Saving his normal pace about the ring, he stalls, foregoing his already muted, usual show of grandstanding, opting instead to take his corner, staring daggers at Kyzer, who stares back with an idle look of amusement on his face. Adjusting his attention toward the behemoth standing guard over his opponent, Brennan yanks the title from around his waist, bounding forward and coming chest to chest with Zmey as he hoists the belt high for all, especially Kyzer, to see. As the lights return and his music fades, Brennan backs himself back into his corner, allowing the title to drop as the official comes to retrieve it, not taking his eyes off of the two monsters across the ring from him.
Christa Adina: The following contest is for the WFWF World Heavyweight Championship, and it is a Manhattan Street Fight! Falls will count anywhere the competitors land them! There are no disqualifications or count outs. The only way to win is via pinfall or submission.
The crowd erupts as the WFWF’s resident ring announcer lays out the groundwork for the inevitable bloodbath that is about to occur.
Christa Adina: Introducing first, the challenger - accompanied to the ring by Tugarin Zmey, from Seattle, Washington, weighing in at two hundred and ten pounds, he is the God of F*ck; Your Stoned Messiah - Michael Kyzer!!!!!
Kyzer doesn’t flinch from his seat atop the turnbuckle, only casting passive, slight glances around, smirking as the crowd showers him in an onslaught of jeers and an unthinkable number of expletives.
Christa Adina: And, his opponent...from Boston, Massachusetts, weighing in at two hundred and forty three pounds, he is the reigning WFWF World Heavyweight Champion...David Brennan!!!!!
Brennan, not about to give Kyzer an inch on the posturing front, doesn’t flinch either, not even to relish in the chorus of cheers that greet his name in spite of his unpopular geographic lineage.
Alecia Matthews: It has been a long time since I’ve seen this degree of tension between two competitors in that ring. People talk about the energy, the aura of Madison Square Garden. This crowd is electric. Most men would give their left hand to bask in this sort of response, and neither of these men has moved a muscle since stepping between those ropes.
Daniel Knight: It’s going to get ugly, no question. You think of some of the feuds we’ve seen come to a head as of late, and you’d be hard pressed to find one built upon as much sheer hatred as these two men have for one another.
The official steps forward, holding the WFWF World Heavyweight Championship high, signaling the paper stakes of the match about to unfold. Passing the belt to a ringhand, he needlessly ensures both men are ready, as neither has made even the slightest move from his corner - not even the leviathan accompanying the challenger. Unable to compel the beast to move, in the spirit of the loose match rules, the official concedes control, calling for the bell, prompting another burst of cheers from the bloodthirsty crowd as the bell sounds, releasing the chains on either side of the ring.
Alecia Matthews: Folks, if for any reason you still have small children or those of a weak disposition nearby, I’d compel you to usher them out at this time, if not request that you tune out altogether.
Daniel Knight: Alecia! The buyrates!
Alecia Matthews: This isn’t broadcast, Daniel. We’ve got their money. No one needs to be subject to what’s about to happen here.
Brennan steps forward first, his temper already fuming as Kyzer’s reluctance to step out from behind his human dragon irks his audible ire. He begins shouting numerous, audible expletives toward his opponent, whose lone response is to lean forward, only just, to whisper some manner of direction into his beast’s ear. At long last, the beast lurches forward, clearing some space for Kyzer to leap down to his feet, gently brushing Zmey aside as he comes eye to eye with the champion, smirking all along, speaking much quieter and calmer than his opponent, presumably urging him to take the first strike.
Daniel Knight: This is as much a mind game to these two men as it is a test of strength. Brennan has made clear how deeply personal this has become, and wit is going to play as big a role here tonight as strength, cunning, or dare I say, depravity.
The two men exchange further pleasantries, Kyzer appearing to be the calmer of the two as the tell-tale vein begins protruding from the forehead of the champion. Finally, at Kyzer’s urging, Brennan strikes, hauling back and swinging with his right. Kyzer ducks, missing Brennan’s fist entirely, which lands with an audible thud to those up close against the hulking, broad chest of Tugarin Zmey.
Alecia Matthews: Not the target Brennan was aiming for.
Daniel Knight: Haha, nope. He’s gonna pay for that, I bet.
Alecia Matthews: Don’t sound too excited there, Daniel.
Brennan locks eyes now with Zmey, who stares down at the dumbfounded champion as Kyzer regains his footing, chuckling in amusement at the play of events thus far. Patting Zmey on the shoulder, he smirks, mouthing one final command to his accompanying behemoth before stepping aside, exiting the ring just as the dragon begins raining blows down upon Brennan, who falls to the mat in a heap as the Mongolian’s massive fists crash down upon him.
Alecia Matthews: Oh, come on now!
Daniel Knight: Why break a sweat if you don’t have to, Alecia?
Alecia Matthews: I don’t know - maybe ‘cause your name’s on the marquee out front?!
Kyzer looks on with delighted amusement as his dragon begins stomping away at the felled champion. As the beast in the ring pauses to allow Brennan some semblance of opportunity to mount a defense, Kyzer hops the barrier, picking some hideous New Yorker out of the crowd, and with a thump across the forehead, takes the poor ugly bastard’s seat (and his barely eaten tub of popcorn) by eminent domain.
Or Kyzer magic.
Take your pick.
Alecia Matthews: This is ludicrous! Get in there and fight your own battles!
Daniel Knight: Anything goes, Alecia. With no rules in play, anything’s within the rules.
Back in the ring, Zmey has grown tired of not dishing out death incarnate, and drags Brennan to his feet. Brennan rallies for a moment, fighting back the tower of a man before him with a flurry of fists to the face, but the dragon’s mask serves him decently enough, and Brennan is barely able to get him on the ropes before he’s met with the monster’s boot, driving him back and down to the mat once more.
Alecia Matthews: This is not the fight Brennan had planned for.
Daniel Knight: Don’t be so dismissive - Kyzer still has to pin the champ if he wants to walk out of here victorious.
Alecia Matthews: I’m sure his foreign object will see to that being arranged in short order.
Daniel Knight: Don’t objectify people, Alecia.
At ringside, Kyzer is making himself right at home. He’s propped his feet up on the rail in front of him, much to the chagrin of those behind him, who he’s pushed back against in order to afford himself a few more inches of legroom. Idly tossing popcorn into his mouth, he alternates between snacking and shouting off suggestions to his instrument of destruction acting out his whim in the ring. Seemingly taking command from his handler, Tugarin drags Brennan to his feet once more, only bringing him upright enough to set him up for an impending powerbomb.
Alecia Matthews: This is not a good spot for David Brennan, folks. You’ll remember his last encounter with this….thing ending very much this way.
Hoisting Brennan up onto his massive shoulders, the dragon, seemingly effortlessly, walks him to the side of the ring closest to the champion’s true opponent, and with a giant heave, tosses Brennan down, sending him crashing several feet down to the arena floor, where he lands just opposite the barrier separating him from the presently delighted Michael Kyzer.
Daniel Knight: Oooh, tough break. That could be enough for Kyzer to make the fall right there.
Kyzer jumps to his feet alongside the fans all around him, playing the part delightedly. He, however, has license to get squarely more involved than those paying customers - a right he seizes upon almost immediately, cackling and taunting as he dumps the popcorn he’d stolen from the borough dwelling C.H.U.D. at the start of the match all over his fallen foe.
Alecia Matthews: It must be so hard, being Michael Kyzer.
Beckoning to his Mongolian counterpart, Kyzer begins signaling for Zmey to bring the champ to his feet once more. The dragon complies, propping Brennan upright, facing the audience as close to the barrier as humanly possible, his arms locked behind his back.
Alecia Matthews: Oh, come on now!
With Brennan helplessly prone, Kyzer finally engages in the match unleashing a flurry of hits to Brennan’s head and torso. Before breaking a sweat, he pauses, seizing Brennan by the jaw and taunting him eye to eye, compelling the champ to just give up. Brennan responds in kind, spitting square in Kyzer’s face - a defiant action that finally wipes the smirk off of his challenger’s face, but does little quell his situation, as Kyzer immediately issues a command for Zmey to slam Brennan down on the barrier, to which he unwaveringly complies.
Daniel Knight: This is not the champ’s night in the least. This entire scenario is playing right into Kyzer’s nefarious tactics.
Alecia Matthews: And you’re loving it.
Kyzer retakes his seat, wiping the saliva from his face as he urges the dragon on, offering him free reign to deconstruct Brennan however he sees fit for the moment. As Brennan rolls in pain, struggling to muster the strength to put some distance between himself and Kyzer’s monstrous hitman, Tugarin affords him that slight reprieve, as he makes his way to the corner post, seizing the ringside steps as they clang against each other with a tell-tale bang.
Alecia Matthews: Oh, no. Noo, no, no, no…
Hoisting the ring steps high, Tugarin turns back toward his foe, who has taken the brief reprieve to build, on his end, upon the distance afforded to him. The lurching monster slows, weighted down now by not only his existing, massive frame, but by the added weight of steel he intends to bring crashing down upon the champion. He finds Brennan down the way, slumped against the barrier separating the ringside staff from the battle ground. Pleased with the proximity to his target, the giant heaves, launching the steps from atop his massive stature, hurling them squarely at David Brennan, who deftly rolls out of dodge in the nick of time, much to the chagrin of the staff situated around the timekeeper’s area.
Daniel Knight: MY GOD!!!
Alecia Matthews: That’s enough! Get the damn medics down here, and get that….THING the hell out of here!!
The dragon freezes in place, taking in the turmoil he’s just wrought by unleashing several pounds of dead-weight steel upon a handful of innocent bystanders. Even Kyzer rises from his seat, maintaining his spot on the public side of the barrier, but leaning in with delighted bemusement to see what havoc he’d inadvertently brought about by bringing his dragon with him tonight.
Alecia Matthews: Get some damn help down here! These people didn’t sign on for this!
As if on command, a veritable human shield emerges between the dragon and his warpath, as several members of the on site medical staff rush and squeeze past him, equipment and stretchers in tow, intent on pulling the downed timekeeper’s staff out of any further harm’s way.
Alecia Matthews: Folks, this is not at all what anyone had intended to bring you tonight. This supposed match between Michael Kyzer and our world champion has broken out into an all out warzone the likes of which I’ve never seen. Our entire ringside staff is in shambles, I’m pretty sure our own Christa Adina is among the -
Daniel Knight: What the hell is that?!?!
That, which has caught the color’s eye, is the presence of a young Asian child, standing no more than four foot nothing, sprinting at an impressively balanced clip along the barrier, leaping several feet ahead of the precise spot where Michael Kyzer is situated, and with a well placed dropkick that would be the envy of any self professed high flier out back, missiles his entire weight into the ringside challenger, stunning him as he falls backward into a heap of more innocent bystanders around him.
Daniel Knight: Who is that?! Get that kid out of here! There’s a match going on!
Alecia Matthews: Oh, now you care about who’s hitting who?!
Almost instantaneously, a scuffle breaks out in the front row, as the small child rises to his feet and wastes no time evening the odds - sort of - as he lays into the fallen challenger with a fierce series of tiny stomps to any part of the man he can find clear to strike.
Alecia Matthews: What in the hell is even happening?!
From the perspective of most, to answer the astute commentator’s query, an all out war. As Brennan climbs to his feet for the first time, seemingly since the toll of the bell, his assailant until now, the monstrous Tugarin Zmey, has turned his attention to his keeper’s well-being. Reaching over the barrier, he seizes the small child laying into Kyzer by the top of the head, pulling him forcefully to his feet as Kyzer struggles to regain footing. Shouting numerous profanities, mostly toward the boy, he gestures toward himself wildly as he rails before finally brushing Tugarin out of the way, laying a stiff forearm across the child before him. The hit sends the boy toppling over the barrier, followed closely by Kyzer who has now, at least for the moment, finally entered the fray.
Alecia Matthews: Annnnd, Kyzer just struck a child…
Daniel Knight: Brennan did it first! Remember?
Alecia Matthews: Kyzer just did it deliberately.
Whatever Kyzer’s intent for the child, it’s short lived. No sooner has he come across the barrier into the line of fire, he’s met with an absolute sprint of a drive-by chair shot to the skull as Brennan emerges, seemingly out of nowhere, dropping the chair as he runs past, stumbling to a fall himself several feet away. The dragon, seeing his mentor go down hard, drops the child, turning his attention toward Brennan as he bounds down upon him, Brennan scurrying away toward the ramp as he approaches. The beast is nearly within arms reach of the champion when he staggers, as the small child that he’d held in his grasp moments before leaps upon his back, dwarfed by the drag’s massive frame. His tenacity, however, is enough to draw the leviathan away from Brennan.
Daniel Knight: Does anyone else here have a serious ethics qualm with Brennan enlisting the help of a small foreign child?!
Alecia Matthews: Are you really going to turn a blind eye to where this kid came from?
Daniel Knight: He’s tipping the scales to an unfair advantage in Brennan’s favor!
Alecia Matthews: Oh, my god...you’re serious, arent you?
The advantage would seem to still lie in Kyzer’s camp, given the clear size differential between the competitors’ quarreling allies, but in a sudden show of proof that anything can happen in the WFWF, Tugarin Zmey’s writhing efforts to remove the child from his back turn suddenly erratic, as the boy plunges - claws, really - his fingers into each of the eye sockets of the massive monster, maintaining his grip solely through the use of Zmey’s ocular cavities.
Alecia Matthews: Actually...wow, yeah. You may be right, Daniel. For the first time here tonight, Tugarin Zmey might be out of commission. Maybe we finally get the match we were sold here.
Watching with wide eyed wonder as the dragon drops to his knees, the boy still clinging to his skull as if it were his last meal, Brennan scampers to his feet, supporting himself against the corner of the barrier. Across the arena floor, Kyzer is upright as well, shaking off the cobwebs of Brennan’s unexpected drive-by moments before. The two men make sudden eye contact, and the crowd erupts - the odds are finally even, and each man takes a determined step toward the other, seemingly deaf to the thunderous cheers of the crowd all around them (we don’t pander to “moments” here, folks). Each step brings them closer and closer, the crowd growing louder and louder. Finally, the moment they’re within arms reach of one another, each swings. And swings. And swings.
Alecia Matthews: Finally, for the first time tonight, here we go folks. Brennan. Kyzer. A Manhattan Street Fight, and we have an absolute brawl on our hands!
Daniel Knight: Should we ring the bell again?
Alecia Matthews: There might be some merit to that idea, but you’ll need to do it. The timekeeper’s area was wiped out, remember?
Daniel Knight: Well, it’s all the way over there…
Kyzer and Brennan continue tearing into each other, setting aside any formal training or flair that might otherwise be commonplace in a professional setting. This is an all out brawl between two men who have nothing but hate for one another, evidenced as the fists continue to fly, striking torsos, heads, arms, and any other unguarded part of one another within striking range. It’s an absolute war for the upper hand, which is shortly awarded to Brennan as the two men’s fists slow. Kyzer, having focused his attack on Brennan’s midsection, is now doubled over, still swinging as Brennan soldiers through the pain, wrapping his arms overhead around Kyzer’s back. Hoisting him over his left shoulder, Brennan struggles to keep the challenger in check, as Kyzer continues to flail, now kicking as all four limbs are airborne. The opportunity for Kyzer to flip out of a textbook slam would be too apparent, as the fight is nowhere close to having been beaten out of him yet, and as such, in a show of resignation, Brennan opts to simply toss him, sending Kyzer flying through the air, colliding awkwardly against the ring, half hitting the corner of the apron, half striking the corner post, and falling to a heap on the arena floor.
Alecia Matthews: If you were looking for a clinic tonight, folks, you might consider digging into the back catalog.
Seizing upon the downed Kyzer, Brennan breaks out his trademark Doc Marten stomps, laying in to Kyzer again and again and again, even as his opponent refuses to break, squirming all the while, trying to find an out. His egress, of course, is partially blocked by the ring itself, leaving Brennan the opportune opening to continue drilling his feet into his opponent.
Daniel Knight: Oh, sure, back him into a corner.
Alecia Matthews: Would you prefer he hire a giant to fight his battles?
Daniel Knight: Why not? He already hired a kid.
Just as it seems Brennan may drive his opponent clear beneath the ring, Kyzer lashes out. Having flailed about, looking for any opportune avenue out of harm’s way, his hands found their way beneath the ring apron, and grasping upon the first solid object he could blindly find, Kyzer swings out, striking Brennan hard across the side of his left knee with what is shortly revealed to be a conveniently located fire extinguisher.
Alecia Matthews: Oh!
Daniel Knight: Better men than David Brennan have seen careers ended by hits like that!
Alecia Matthews: I hate to say you’re right, but…
Daniel Knight: It’s ok. You can say it.
The hit fells Brennan easily, sending him down to the floor, and clearing room for Kyzer to clear his head and buy the time needed to right himself. Chuckling as he marvels at his surprise armament, Kyzer hoists the extinguisher high for all to see, putting it up on a pedestal like a newly found championship. He then sets about fiddling with the trigger, pulling the pin and releasing the hose. Fixing the spout on his felled opponent, he haphazardly unleashes the contents of the device clear in Brennan’s face.
Alecia Matthew: And no sooner are we back to vintage Kyzer. It’s not enough to shatter a man’s knee - now he’s going to blind his opponent, for good measure.
Daniel Knight: I mean, that kid may have blinded Tugarin Zmey…
Having all but drained the contents of the fire extinguisher, Kyzer raises it high in each hand, slamming it down where it collides against the top of Brennan’s reddened face. Dropping to his knees, Kyzer beckons the official over, pointing to the floor as he covers Brennan for the first fall attempt of the evening...
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...but resiliently, Brennan kicks out, souring the smirk on Kyzer’s face. He looks on with mock pity as Brennan seats himself upright, favoring his left knee even as he reaches for the ring mat to try and bring himself to his feet.
Alecia Matthews: Brennan is at the clear disadvantage here. In spite of the brief grasp he’d held on the upper hand, Kyzer leveraged his cunning early on, and the beating at the hands of Kyzer’s avatar here did him no favors now that these men are finally going toe to toe.
Chuckling as Brennan grasps for a clean grip on the ring, Kyzer turns his attention to the champion’s hand, dropping his own fist upon the backside of it, pinning it to the mat as the remainder of David Brennan dangles idly from where he’s now pinned in place. With Brennan’s hand still pinned to the mat, Kyzer uses his free hand to pry back on Brennan’s middle finger, bending it into an uncomfortably awkward angle as Brennan yowls out in pain. Signaling the official over with a flinch of his head, Kyzer begins barking orders to try and put a decisive end to the match.
Michael Kyzer: Ask him if he’s a b*tch!
Official: What’s it gonna be, Brennan? Do you quit?
Michael Kyzer: No! I said ask him if he’s a b*tch!
The official kneels in closer as Brennan winces in pain, clearly looking to exercise his duties without irking the ire of Michael Kyzer. He soon, however, relents backward, as Brennan begins swinging blindly with his free arm, striking ropes, striking the mat, and damn near striking the official as he hunts for a landing on his opponent. Grasping and swinging at nothing in particular, he finally finds an opportune grip - a veritable handful of his opponent’s hair. Pulling down without abandon, the shock is enough for Kyzer to release Brennan’s hand, and in doing so, he loses his own balance as the release allows Brennan to fall to the floor, pulling Kyzer by the hair with him, releasing his grip only when Kyzer’s face smacks off against the apron.
Alecia Matthews: Brennan needs to seize upon this moment and put some distance between himself and Kyzer!
Daniel Knight: Heh. Good luck with that. Bum knee and his favorite digit likely snapped in two?
Indeed, Kyzer is quicker to his feet than Brennan, who drags himself across the floor, using the ring as leverage to try and distance himself enough to gain his footing. Kyzer turns the corner, bounding upon his seated, scurrying opponent, suddenly and barely dodging a chair as it flies toward his face.
Daniel Knight: Haha! Look at this! Desperation on the part of David Brennan!
Alecia Matthews: Desperation?! Kyzer wanted a war. He’s getting a war!
Kyzer slows his roll slightly as he trials Brennan around the ring. Scurrying backward along, Brennan continues reaching beneath the ring, next launching a spare ring bell toward the dome of his opponent, who deftly sidesteps the projectile, carrying on as the hunt continues. Another chair is next, clipping the shoulder of Kyzer but not landing accurately enough to quell his pursuit. Kyzer pauses to pick up the spent weapon, clanging it down upon a second set of ringsteps as he turns the corner after Brennan, who has suddenly stopped. Kyzer chuckles, readying the chair, but his delight is short lived, as Brennan slides his hand from beneath the ring, firmly grasped around the handle of a sledgehammer.
Daniel Knight: And how! Look at this standoff!
Brennan uses the sledgehammer to steady himself, pulling himself to his feet, upright for the first time in ages, it seems. His leg is uneasy, but it holds his weight, allowing him to grasp the sledgehammer, ready to strike, a move that doesn’t go unnoticed by Kyzer, who grasps his chair, ready to swing. The two men stand off, each silently daring the other to make the first move.
Alecia Matthews: Have you ever seen a more mental game of depravity? We haven’t seen a single technical maneuver here tonight, but this has all the makings of a methodical mat classic!
Daniel Knight: Assuming you trade rest holds and chin locks for chairs and fire extinguishers.
Bearing the loftier of the two weapons, Brennan hauls back first, lifting the hammer high overhead, ready to bring it crashing down upon his opponent’s skull. His momentum is short lived however, as the leviathan Tugarin Zmey appears once more out of nowhere, propelled by certified Kyzer magic. He seizes the hammer from Brennan, opening the window for Kyzer to strike. He rails overhead with the chair, which is quickly dodged by Brennan, who rolls out of the way, unknowingly dead set on simply escaping the path of Tugarin, who eats the chair shot full force with a deafening crack, toppling backward like a great, massive oak.
Alecia Matthews: Kyzer just took out Tugarin!
Daniel Knight: That might be the first favor Kyzer’s done for Brennan in years!
With Kyzer summarily bewildered at how his strike has just played out, he finds himself too momentarily preoccupied with his fallen beast to notice Brennan, who seizes the opportunity to force himself upright and off his feet, leaping into the air and catching Kyzer with a jumping cutter.
Alecia Matthews: David Brennan with the cutter!
Daniel Knight: Not this way, dammit!
Scrambling to cover his opponent in spite of the toll of exertion on his knee, Brennan flips Kyzer to his back, hooking the leg as he rolls back over him…
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...but it’s not yet enough, as Kyzer throws an arm, forcing Brennan off of him and carrying on the bout. Brennan, now with momentum on his side, is first to his feet, and he takes pause during Kyzer’s slow realignment to steady himself, acclimating to the new dynamic of posture with his knee in questionable state. His eyes never leave his opponent, however, and the moment Kyzer is upright, Brennan charges, meeting him in a collar and elbow as each struggles to gain the upper hand.
Daniel Knight: Wait - are we finally in for a wrestling match?
It’s Brennan who seizes the high ground, forcing Kyzer’s back to the ring with a deafening thud that accents just how hard that side of the mat is. Kyzer recoils, feeding off the pain and returning the favor, still locked in the hold, driving Brennan back, stopping only when they collide with the ringside barrier. Kyzer stomps wildly as they tussle, aiming for but not quite landing upon Brennan’s weakened knee. Using the offput balance of Kyzer coming off of one foot to his advantage, Brennan once more drives him back. This time, Kyzer stumbles as he’s forced away, and both men come crashing down upon the remaining, intact set of ringsteps, Kyzer taking the brunt of the fall as Brennan rolls off of him following the landing.
Alecia Matthews: Oof! Kyzer just barely missed the post on that one!
Daniel Knight: Can’t imagine those steps to the back are much consolation, though.
They’re not, as evidenced by the look on Kyzer’s face, but they’re not nearly enough to fell him either, demonstrated by how easily he’s able to get out of dodge before Brennan comes stomping back along, his size thirteen meeting only steel rather than flesh and bone. Stepping over the steps with an obvious limp, it’s Brennan now who’s on the pursuit, but it’s short lived, as Kyzer makes no effort to scurry away, instead opting to allow Brennan to come within reach before lashing out with a boot of his own aimed squarely at Brennan’s lame knee. The hit is enough to double the champion over, and Kyzer quickly leaps to his feet, grabbing Brennan with both hands and sending him flying into the barrier which gives under the full weight of Brennan’s collision, sending him careening into a heap amid the capacity crowd at ringside.
Alecia Matthews: Get! Those fans! OUT of there!
Daniel Knight: For once, I have to agree - we can’t have a replay of what just befell our timekeeper’s station.
The crowd clears around Brennan as he falls, almost forced back by Kyzer magic as he approaches, a much more menacing look upon his face. Seizing a chair from one of the ringside fans who’d abandoned it, he approaches without trepidation, slamming the chair down, striking the ground as he barely misses Brennan who rolls out at the eleventh hour. Using the momentum to get to his feet, Brennan procures his own chair, swinging with no abandon at Kyzer, who uses his own to deflect the hit, sending Brennan’s chair flying out above the crowd.
Alecia Matthews: Oooh, I am so glad I’m not responsible for our liability policy right about now.
With Brennan disarmed, Kyzer drives his chair into the champion’s midsection, doubling him over in pain. Slamming his chair to the ground, Kyzer seizes Brennan’s head, hooking it underarm and dropping him down on to the chair with a cleanly placed DDT.
Daniel Knight: Kyzer couldn’t have aimed that better if he tried!
Kyzer drops to make the cover, but before he’s able to fully execute, he’s met with a mostly full beverage of unknown origin to the face, having been conspicuously abandoned enough for Brennan to have seized it at the zero hour, drenching Kyzer with it in a desperate move to stall the pin. He rolls out of harm’s way as Kyzer wipes the contents from his face. Using the assemblage of ringside seating to right himself, Brennan is upright in time enough to dodge a charging Kyzer, who lands with a sickening crash among a mostly-empty smattering of steel chairs all arranged toward the ring. It’s not enough to do any lasting damage, as there’s no room to truly fall. He turns to find Brennan in hot pursuit, driving away chairs as he digs closer and closer to the challenger, but before he can get within reach, Kyzer’s attention is turned instead toward a flying projectile.
Alecia Matthews: What the hell is that?!
It’s the small Asian child again, having taken a running leap off of a nearby chair, flying in crossbody fashion toward Kyzer, who ably catches the boy mid-air. Sneering at Brennan as he repositions the child, Kyzer drops the boy with no hesitation with a deadly side slam atop a stack of overturned seats, maintaining his grip on the boy as he rises to his feet, hurling his limp body at Brennan, who falls mid-catch, sending both of them to the ground as Kyzer fights his way out of the assembly of chairs.
Alecia Matthews: Children! We’re using honest to god children as weapons now!
Daniel Knight: Always a queue of applications if you’re looking to resign.
Brennan, ever the human of the two, rolls out from under the child, checking to ensure he’s well before turning his attention back toward Kyzer, who’s emerged from the section of seating with a look of vengeance in his eyes. That look quickly turns to a look of determination, as he’s met with a hard right from Brennan, returning the favor as the two men begin exchanging, once more, a back and forth series of blows, each vying now for the direction of the fight. Brennan’s fists win this round, as he begins driving Kyzer deeper and deeper into the crowd. Before long, they’ve fought back to the edge of the floor, where Kyzer chances a pause, grabbing Brennan by the back of the skull, driving his face into the rail splitting the steps that rise with the arena.
Alecia Matthews: Where is the line even drawn, anymore?
Daniel Knight: In the interest of truth in advertising? I’d say Manhattan.
Using the recoil of Brennan’s thud off the rail, Kyzer seizes him once more, tossing him into a heap upon the steps themselves. He makes to follow, but the incline of the steps reaching the furthest expanses of the world famous arena afford Brennan an unanticipated upper ground, and even seated, he’s able to kick Kyzer in the chest, drawing him off and knocking him down a handful of steps. Following in kind, Brennan scales the half wall separating the lower bowl from the floor, and as Kyzer regains his footing, Brennan leaps, bringing Kyzer down with a double axe handle. Stepping over his opponent as he falls, Brennan exhibits a surge of energy, and in the first show of grandiosity from the start of the match, panders a bit for the masses gathered all around them. The crowd erupts in cheers - a sound of elation that is soon sucked dry, as the fallen Kyzer drags Brennan down from behind, rolling him up into a small package for a fall…
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...but Brennan isn’t out yet, and no sooner has he rolled out of the pin attempt, Brennan lunges at Kyzer, keeping both men grounded as he begins pounding on him. Kyzer is able to roll out from under Brennan, seizing the upper hand and returning the favor, and before long, both men have exchanged enough trades to find themselves back amid a sea of hesitant onlookers and scattered, misplaced seats. With Kyzer holding the upper hand, Brennan reaches for any sense of help, blindly flailing once more before locking a grasp on an abandoned seat. Swinging upward, he drives Kyzer off of himself with a sickening crack of the chair against the deviant’s skull, following through the swing and rolling into Kyzer’s legs for a pin fall of his own…
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...but Kyzer flips out of it, finding his awkward footing as he rolls, and wasting no time with a swift upward kick to the underside of Brennan’s jaw before he’s able to catch his footing.
Alecia Matthews: Neither man is willing to see this one end.
Daniel Knight: Well, all bets said that the most likely outcome saw these two just killing each other to a draw by default…
Kyzer now takes his place atop the pedestal of arrogance, spreading his arms wide, smirking as the gathered crowd jeers in response. Like Brennan, however, his time in the limelight it short lived, as no sooner had he turned to taunt a new gathering of the masses, another chair shot to the back of the skull levels him, bringing him to his knees. His assailant is, of course, not Brennan, but once more, the tiny little Asian boy, a look of absolute rage entirely betraying his age awash across his face.
Daniel Knight: Ok...who is that?!
Alecia Matthews: My apologies, folks. It would seem my broadcast partner is the sole individual in the world who’s forgotten Kyzer’s army of Thai children.
Staggering past the boy with a look of impressed intrigue, Brennan takes purview of the situation, nursing his jaw back into place. Seeing Kyzer still struggling to plant even one foot, Brennan charges, flipping in impressive fashion for a man of his stature, catching his opponent’s head as he rolls and dropping him with his second cutter of the evening.
Alecia Matthews: Brennan seizes the opportunity, and this could be it for Michael Kyzer!
Sensing that the end is near, Brennan falls atop Kyzer almost instantly, hooking the leg tight, eyes clenched shut, hoping for a miracle…
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...instead, he got a monster. Before the official is able to even begin the drop for three, Brennan is hoisted squarely off of Kyzer, the massive hands of Tugarin Zmey grasping him firmly in place. With Brennan high above his head, Zmey marches him through the crowd, back toward the front of the line. Reaching the barrier, he heaves, sending Brennan high through the air, colliding with the ring ropes before crashing, first to the ringside apron before tumbling down to the arena floor below.
Alecia Matthews: Somebody get them out of there! Both of them! The boy and the...that dragon!
With Brennan out of mind, Tugarin turns back toward his keeper. Before he can reach him, the boy leaps out of nowhere, attempting to once more ground the beast, but he’s brushed aside like a buzzing fly, crashing aside somewhere in a heap of ringside fans. Arriving just as Kyzer has rolled over in his efforts to bring himself upright, the dragon seizes his ally, hoisting him above his shoulders, carrying him along the same path he’d just brought Brennan. Instead, however, he places Kyzer easily over the barrier, back in the designated battle area, weary, but standing above the fallen champion. Stepping over the barrier with equally great ease, Tugarin steadies Kyzer, listening intently as Kyzer balances upon him, all the while spouting off a new set of directives for his dragon to carry out. The leviathan complies, turning his attention toward the perpendicular side of the ring as Kyzer sets about regaining his own balance. Chuckling as he surveys the opponent down before him, he treats himself to a few cheap stomps, taunting the champion as his beast sets about his next task.
Alecia Matthews: You have to believe that this game was Kyzer’s plan all along, and in spite of Brennan’s best efforts, he seems poised to see it to the bitter what in God’s name is that doing under the ring?!?!?!
That, to be precise, is a sword - at initial glance, an almost exact replica, if not the genuine article (and would you be at all surprised if Kyzer had finagled that) of Sakaboto, the erstwhile, inanimate companion of Tugarin’s former ally, Samael Ahriman. Grasping the sheathed blade in his massive paw, Tugarin turns the corner, delivering the blade, as well as a microphone, as Kyzer sets about positioning Brennan in the condemned position - knees to the ground, his neck resting squarely atop the barrier, perfectly poised here in Kyzer’s makeshift guillotine. Kyzer accepts the blade, swinging it wildly to send the sheath flying away, taking in its sheen as the dragon sets about completing one final task.
Michael Kyzer: Well, here we are David - the inevitable End Time. You’ve fought valiantly, old friend, but the time has come. It’s time you submit.
Offering the mic to Brennan in anticipation of a response, Kyzer grins a devilish grin as he looks about the audience, hoping to see any anticipation of Brennan’s answer as heightened as his.
David Brennan: Go f*ck yourself…
Kyzer laughs. He’d banked on this. He takes the mic back, as his dragon returns, offering Kyzer a full bottle of Jack Daniels Tennessee Whiskey in his free hand.
Michael Kyzer: Oh, David. You still think this is about your title? No, David. I’m not asking you to quit. I’m asking you to submit. Submit to me!
He turns over the bottle, emptying the contents over the back of Brennan’s head, who finally begins struggling to break free. Kyzer signals to Zmey to hold his opponent in place, as Kyzer tosses aside the bottle, now empty, fixing his grasp upon the handle of his blade with his strong hand, the mic still in the other.
Michael Kyzer: Drink up, dammit! Become what I made you! Submit to my name, you castrato f~cking c~nt!!!
Lila Sleater: That’s enough, Kyzer!
The crowd gives an unusual cheer at the sound of Sleater’s voice, each of them secretly having been hoping for some voice of reason to step in and put a stop to what looked ready to become a public execution.
Michael Kyzer: F~ck off, Sleater. You made this man’s bed. Let him lie.
Lila Sleater: You’d take a man’s head - literally take a man’s head - for what? A title? Bragging rights?
Michael Kyzer: What, did you think I was joking?
To prove his point, Kyzer drops his mic with a thud, fixing both hands around the handle of his blade. Steadying the blade gently against the back of Brenna’s neck, he draws back, raising the sword high, when suddely, his head twitches, his eyes roll back, and a shower of shattered glass falls all around him.
Alecia Matthews: Tall Cans in the - wait, what?!
Asian kid. Who else?
Perched atop the barrier, the jagged neck of the emptied Jack Daniels bottle being all that remains clenched in his fist, the Asian boy watches on as Kyzer drops to the ground, a stream of blood now trickling from the spot where he’d just cracked the bottle across his former Messiah’s dome. Tugarin releases Brennan, who falls in a heap to the ground, his life spared for the moment, almost instantly, lunging over the champion toward the boy, who drops to the ground, seizing Kyzer’s fallen sword, which he trains on the dragon. Even in the hands of a small boy, the very real edge of the blade is enough the draw the beast back, as the boy leads him back past the two men and toward the incline of the ramp.
Alecia Matthews: What is happening here?!
Daniel Knight: Both men are out, that’s what’s happening. There’s no count to answer, and until one of these men can gain his footing enough to make a cover, this thing is carrying on!
Kyzer is conscious, but wide eyed, barely moving, except to occasionally blink. Brennan is a human dump heap. Slowly, movement returns to both men - barely, at first, then twitches of the legs, the arms, anything to try and compel more complex movement, idly searching for firm footing or grasp to remain upright. Kyzer lurches at the upper torso, trying to right himself to a seated position, his right hand reaching all over for something to grip. He finds it - sort of.
Alecia Matthews: Oh, no…
In his hand’s travels, Kyzer happens upon the jagged, broken neck of the whiskey bottle that had moments earlier reduced him to a comatose trauma victim. His eyes, if possible, go even wider as he surveys his newfound loot, and almost like a stimulant, that nefarious smirk returns to his face, and propelled by whatever lasting semblance of Kyzer magic is left within him, along with a lust for violence, Kyzer finds himself stumbling to his feet, ambling forward in a manner that would suggested he’d emptied the bottle into himself. Finding Brennan on all fours, coughing and hacking as droplets of the bottle’s contents make contact with his oral cavity, Kyzer mounts his opponent like a steed, using his free hand to draw his head back, and with the shattered bottle in the other, he plunges the jagged edges into Brennan’s forehead, drawing blood almost instantly as the champion growls out in agony.
Daniel Knight: ...annnnnd both men are split.
Laughing maniacally as Brennan collapses into a pile of his own blood, Kyzer shakes his head, trying to rattle off the cobwebs. Looking off into the distance for his dragon, he sees the contrasting, secondary foes in a continued standoff atop the ramp. Shrugging off the fact that he’ll have to finish things, Kyzer snatches Brennan, dragging him to his feet and rolling him beneath the bottom rope, presumably to commence their first in-ring encounter of the night.
Daniel Knight: Of all the places this thing has gone tonight, Kyzer seems intent on finishing it where it began.
Alecia Matthews: I’m sure that’s his idea of poetry, or something.
Grinning maniacally as he follows the champion into the ring, Kyzer looks about the crowd as he positions Brennan, shaking his head in feigned disappointment, mouthing ‘I f~cking told you’ before hooking Brennan’s arms behind his back.
Daniel Knight: If it isn’t, putting the champ away with own move sure will be!
Alecia Matthews: I can’t watch this happen. Not like this. Not again. Nope. I’m done.
Laughing as he doubles down, Kyzer flips Brennan up, with plenty of room to plant him, but before he can follow through, Brennan slides down the slope of Kyzer’s back, evading demise by his own design and colliding with the nearest set of ring ropes as he staggers to keep his footing.
Daniel Knight: He slid out of it!
Alecia Matthews: He slid out of it?!
Both men turn back to face one another, each considerably astounded. Enraged at the fact that victory had just barely evaded him, Kyzer charges at Brennan, getting caught on the champion’s arm in the process as it’s Brennan now who scoops his opponent up on to his shoulders, gripping him tight as he howls out in unbridled rage. Fixing his grip on Kyzer, it’s his turn to taunt, as he mouths ‘Your turn!’ to the hard cam before flipping Kyzer forward, driving his head into the mat in front of him.
Alecia Matthews: Needle Damage! Needle Damage! Shades of Drakz himself, who Brennan is no doubt clearing the way for here as he washes his hands of Michael Kyzer!!!
Brennan hooks the leg as they crash to the mat, relying on his sheer weight advantage to do the rest as he utilizes his free hand to snipe a few more shots to Kyzer’s face as the official drops to make the count…
...1…
...2…
...3!!!
Daniel Knight: How?!
Alecia Matthews: He’s done it! Brennan has done it! Brennan has defeated Michael Kyzer!
Brennan collapses to the mat alongside Kyzer as no bell sounds, no music plays, and no victory is announced. The only sound is the thunderous cheers of the Manhattan crowd, equal parts pleased with the eventual outcome and relieved to see the war come to an end.
Alecia Matthews: Oh, hell - I’ll do it. Ladies and gentlemen, your winner by pinfall, and still WFWF World Heavyweight Champion….David Brennan!!!
The bell is struck in arhythmic fashion as the inexperienced jack of all ringside trades takes matters into her own hands, simultaneously drawing the match to a close whilst playing the role of commentator, ring announcer, and timekeeper.
Daniel Knight: I’m aghast at what we’ve just seen here, Alecia.
Alecia Matthews: Cry over it. Kyzer has spent months tormenting the World Champion, and tonight, Brennan brought it right back to his doorstep, solidifying himself as the true champion along the way.
As neither man in the ring moves, their wills completely drained, an army of medical personnel emerges, trailed by WFWF General Manager Lila Sleater, their gurneys and equipment apparently freed up from the ringside massacre earlier as they slide into the ring, splitting into two, tending to each man as we fade, for now but yet to see another day, to black.
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I dont know good luck 
