WFWF Presents "Breakout" - results

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All eyes are on the Tunatron as a video package opens the show.

A dense fog wafts across the screen, slowly dissipating to reveal three pedestals. The view slowly pans up revealing three imposing statues of Ante Whitner on the left, Frank Lynn on the right, and in the center, standing above the others on the tallest pedestal, is David Brennan.

The view zooms in and around the three statues, stopping to a slow crawl as it passes over the championship belts around the waists of Lynn and Brennan. More zooming around until the view is from behind the three men on the pedestals.

Three figures emerge from the fog, walking slowly towards the pedestals. The fog parts and we see Reina Kenshin, Ryan “Needles” Payne, and Mesh approaching the pedestals with sledgehammers over their shoulders. Each lifts their hammer and starts to swing at their opponent for Breakout.

The view once again zooms around as the three newcomers hammer way at their opponents, stopping every so often to show a sledgehammer connecting with a statue and chunks of the statues flying off in slow motion.

The view keeps zooming around as the wrester pair for each match are highlighted in a broken font: Whitner vs Kenshin! Brennan vs Payne! Lynn vs Mesh!

Then, in a sudden blur of motion, a sledgehammer connects square in the middle of the view accompanied by a loud crashing sound of glass breaking. The cracks in the “glass” obstructing our view form a single word:

BREAKOUT!

The glass suddenly shatters and falls downward leaving behind a black screen as the house lights come on and pyro goes off on the stage. The crowd roars. They are ready for the show!



Alecia Matthews: Welcome to the TD Garden in Boston, Massachusetts! Tonight we have three great matches on the card for Breakout!

Daniel Knight: Our esteemed leader Lila Sleater booked a special night, giving several of the newest members of the roster a chance to break through the glass ceiling and go from pretender to contender.

Alecia Matthews: Yes indeed Daniel. Newcomers Reina Kenshin, Ryan “Needles” Payne, and Mesh are in for the biggest matches of their short careers tonight. It’s going to be trial by fire as they face off against Ante Whitner, WFWF World Heavyweight Champion David Brennan, and WFWF International Champion Frank Lynn.

Daniel Knight: Before we get to the matches, we’re going to take a look back in the locker room where Lila Sleater is waiting… for what we don’t know. Let’s find out.

Out back, Lila Sleater stands idle down some stretch of corridor, her back leaned against a wall emblazoned with the instantly recognizable banner of the TD Garden. She glances down the hall, her face half irritated, half anxious as she alternates between scanning the area around her and checking her watch. She switches direction for a moment, staring down the opposite end of the hallway as if she perhaps may have missed something, and as she returns her attention toward her original direction, her eyes widen suddenly, and she pushes off the wall, stepping forward to greet who or whatever it is that’s just grabbed full hold of her attention.

Lila Sleater: You made it. I was beginning to wonder whether...well, you’re here.

The object of her present attention, the WFWF World Heavyweight Champion David Brennan, steps into sight, staring down at her with a furrowed look upon his face. His hard fought token of victory, the WFWF World Heavywight Championship, is slung neatly over his shoulder. His mere silent presence is enough to illicit as massive eruption of cheers from his hometown crowd watching from within the arena, so deafening that they’re audible even out back, prompting Sleater to snap her attention back at the sudden wave of noise before turning back to meet the face of her company.

David Brennan: Deal’s a deal. Y’think I was about to let you make a liar outta me?

Lila Sleater: You’ve been through a lot, and I know that, barring any lasting feelings of personal obligation, you don’t necessarily need to be here. All I’m saying is, it’s appreciated. I’m glad to see you. They’re glad to see you.

She gestures inward, acknowledging the pop Brennan is able to pop even from the confines of the backstage area.

David Brennan: It’s a nice sentiment. Y’might start showin’ it, y’know?

Lila Sleater: David, look, I’ve told you - the business with Kyzer...it was never meant to -

David Brennan: Forget Kyzer, alright? Kyzer’s only half the story, but he’s the half that’s still here, isn’t he?

Lila Sleater: I’m...not sure I follow, David.

David Brennan: Point blank, then. When’re you gonna stop playin’ gatekeeper and let nature run its course?

Lila Sleater: Quit playing….David, I’m the General Manager of the WFWF. I mean, it’s my job to ‘play gatekeeper’. Someone’s got to be in place to ensure that this operation doesn’t completely fly off the handle. We’re running a business beneath it all, you know?

David Brennan: So run it. You wanna talk about them? What they’d be happy to see? Then get out of the way, and give it to ‘em. You stood in the way of me and Kyzer for months on end, and you wanna talk like you ain’t had sh*t to do with how ugly things turned? How much longer you think you can play that card this time, before the walls come crashin’ in all over again?

Lila Sleater: You’re serious? After all that...after all you two put each other through...after almost losing your own head - you want a rematch?

David Brennan: A rematch? Heh. No. Please. Kyzer had his chance. Ain’t any sorta fifty-fifty outcome’s gonna change the narrative of that at all. Me and Kyzer? That book’s closed - but you got one open wide in front of you, and you ain’t even tryin’ to read, Sleater.

Lila Sleater: Reading takes time. I’m starting to run short. Busy life. Why don’t you be a dear and just tell me how it ends, you being so apparently well versed.

David Brennan: You’re f*ckin’ serious?

She postures, placing her hands on her hips, striking an irritable stance and throwing him a hollow, darkened brand of shade that tells him all too silently and equally as vibrantly that she is, in fact, deadly serious.

Brennan, in response, dials back chuckling to himself while rolling his eyes before snapping back to attention, his now furrowed eyes locked tight upon hers as he stares daggers right through her, her stoic facade wavering even as she tries to maintain her poise.

David Brennan: Drakz.

Lila Sleater: You want Drakz?

Brennan chuckles again as the crowd, still distantly removed from the immediate earshot of the two colleagues, erupts in a wave of deafening approval. The moment is short lived, with Brennan diving right back into his deadly serious tone once he’s shaken off the absurdity of Sleater still missing the point.

David Brennan: Nah. I don’t want Drakz. Been there, done that. But you? You might consider bookin’ that sh*t before your barriers break down, and those two kill each other outside the confines of you takin’ any of it to the bank.

With that, Brennan storms past, leaving Sleater bewildered and delving deep into thought as the volume of what her champion had just insinuated begins to sink further and further into her present mindset.

Daniel Knight: Could it be? After months of watching, waiting, and wondering, could we finally get the return of Drakz?

Alecia Matthews: It’s what the fans want. And it’s what David Brennan wants. But is it what Lila Sleater wants?

Daniel Knight: It’s certainly fodder for conjecture and I’m sure Drakz will be trending soon. But for now we have to move on as it is time for our first match of the evening. Take it away Christa.

Christa Adina: Ladies and gentlemen, the following match is to one fall.

There is a brilliant flash of black light as "Imperial Army" by Gunitdown opens with its pulsing beats, blanketing the arena 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 Kenshin'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 stand in one corner ready to face her opponent.

Alecia Matthews: Introducing first, from New York, New York *** the more raucous fans boo Reina’s home town *** …weighing 122 lbs… Reina Kenshiiinnnnnn!

The soft strokes of a piano echo throughout the arena. A pinch of light dims at the center of the stage with a faint white smoke. The notes get louder and louder with accompanying orchestra and chorus vocals. The words "War is God" flash on the screen over and over again, endlessly. The beat drops and the epic orchestral rendition of "Gangsta's Paradise" hammers the arena with a large thud, like an atomic bomb landed at its epicenter. A figure emerges from the stage with a grin of his face.

Ante Whitner glimmers in a white boxing robe, hopping around for a bit of momentum going into the matchup. He shakes out his hands, stretches his arms, and cracks his neck, smiling as he's ready to "redeem" his next target. The "Redeemer" walks down the ramp with swagger and the thunderous orchestral rendition of his classic theme song in the background. He enters the ring and takes off the pale white robe, revealing the soldier he is underneath with camo gear and a propensity for violence. The smoke fades from the arena as Whitner stares down Reina Kenshin and mouths the word “redemption”.

Christa Adina: And her opponent… from Yonkers, New York… weighing 215 lbs… Ante Whitneeerrrrrr!

The crowd seems undecided but eventually the cheers drown out the boos and then transition into a “Welcome back!” chant. ante remains focused on Reina who returns his intense stare with one of her own. They are in their own little world, oblivious to the fans in the arena. If they were aware of their surroundings they would have seen Cameron Stone sitting in the front row, his eyes hidden behind expensive sunglasses but his gaze clearly directed at Reina Kenshin.

Daniel Knight: What the hell is he doing here? He was exiled from the WFWF! He can’t be here.

Alecia Matthews: He has a name and it’s Cameron Stone! Cameron said he would be back. He’s a man of his word.

The referee puts a hand to his ear as if adjusting his earpiece. He looks back towards the stage and shakes his head, then stands motionless for another moment. Finally, he steps between Ante and Reina and motions for them to go to neutral corners.

The reason for the delay becomes apparent as two security staff come out and approach Cameron Stone. They lean in close, trying to keep others from hearing whatever words they have for Cameron. Stone does not look happy, slowly removing his sunglasses. One of the guards places a hand on Cameron’s shoulder and this time his words can be heard.

security: You have to go. Ms. Sleater’s orders.

Cameron slides his sunglasses into the neck of his shirt, then reaches into a pocket and pulls out his ticket. He holds the ticket up for the guards to see, then stands and waves it around for everybody else to see.

Cameron Stone: You can tell Lila that I have a ticket. She can’t stop me from enjoying the show just like every other fan. Hurry up… Go! The longer you stand here harassing a paying customer, the longer Lila’s precious show is delayed.

The guards look at each other and shrug their shoulders, then do as instructed by Cameron, heading up the ramp. Cameron sits back down, turning his icy stare in Reina’s direction once again.

The referee, who had been watching the exchange, signals to the timekeeper for the bell.

DING DING DING!

Reina and Ante get into a collar and elbow lockup in the center of the ring. They try to push each other around but Reina shows surprising strength resisting the bigger Ante. Ante maneuvers Reina into a side headlock. Reina counters, lifting Ante into the air and dropping him on his head with a side suplex. Reina pins around and tries to lock on an arm breaker. Ante locks his hands together and another test of strength ensues.

Reina strains to break ante’s hands apart and stretch his arm out, slamming her boot into Ante’s face several times. Ante continues to fight back, rolling from side to side until he gets to his knees, then to his feet lifting Reina up to his shoulders as she continues to twist away at his arm. Ante takes a few running steps towards the corner and slams Reina into the top turnbuckle forcing her to break her iron grip on his arm.

Alecia Matthews: Both wrestlers are showing off their technical skills in the early stages of the match.

Daniel Knight: Reina has a reputation as a wrestler who likes to hurt her opponents but she does it with expertise and precision while this may be a new side to Ante, a sign of things to come for the redeemer.

Reina bounces off the turnbuckle and immediately blasts out of the corner to clothesline Ante, who spins around in the air and lands awkwardly on his neck and shoulder.

Reina steps back as Ante bounces to his feet. They circle each other, feinting moves trying to find an opening. Reina gets a hold of Ante’s wrist and twists his arm around trying to drive him to his knees. Ante reverses into a hammer lock. They go through a series of counters and reversals until Ante drives Reina into the ropes. The referee calls for a break.

Ante releases his grip and eats a back elbow to the nose. Reina continues to spin trying to hit a discuss forearm but Ante ducks under, grabs her around the waist, and flips her over this head with a release German suplex. Ante drops a knee to Reina’s chest. Reina grabs Ante’s foot and twists it violently, throwing Ante off balance. He falls to the mat and Reina puts him in an ankle lock.

Daniel Knight: The LOGiCAL CONCLUSION ankle lock! Reina is going for broke using her finisher very early on.

Alecia Matthews: It’s so surprising for a wrestler to break out a finisher this quick that it may actually work.

Daniel Knight: Or not… Ante is a crafty veteran with constant ring awareness.

Ante reaches out to grab the bottom rope. The referee calls for a break but Reina keeps cranking away at Ante’s ankle. The referee counts… 1… 2… 3… 4… Reina breaks the hold by hitting a vicious elbow drop to Ante’s knee. The referee yells disapprovingly at her as he gets between Reina and Ante, trying to push her back so Ante can get back to his feet.

Alecia Matthews: Dammit. Reina will not give Ante a clean break.

Daniel Knight: Just like a woman. They’re nothing but trouble.

Alecia Matthews: Like you have any experience with women.

Reina pushes the referee away, who in the fashion typical of our uncoordinated referees manages to stumble and fall bouncing his head off the mat and leaving him slightly dazed. Reina grabs Ante and whips him across the ring. Ante rebounds off the ropes and is greeted by a standing dropkick. Ante wobbles but remains standing.

Reina stalks Ante, backing him into the corner where she hits a barrage of European uppercuts. Reina lifts Ante up and places him on the top turnbuckle, then climbs onto the middle rope and locks on a kimura. She wrenches at Ante’s arm for ten to fifteen seconds but it is obvious he won’t be giving up. Then Reina shows her unexpected strength as she lifts Ante up and over for a superplex from the kimura lock position, landing on top of Ante in a pinning position.

1…

2…

Ante Whitner kicks out!

Alecia Matthews: What a move by Reina Kenshin! Ante’s held together by paper clips and bubble gum. That move could have ripped his shoulder to shreds.

Daniel Knight: Ante’s taken worse and come back strong. He may be a “new man” but he’s the same old wrestler. No matte show much you hurt him, he keeps coming back for more.

Reina slaps the mat in frustration, then look sat Ante and smiles. She gets to her feet and runs the ropes, coming back at the seated Ante for a running knee strike - the Winter Funeral!

Ante rolls out of the way avoiding the knee strike and takes Reina down with a drop toe hold. He drops an elbow to the small of Reina’s back and locks her in a headlock, putting all his weight on top of Reina to increase the pressure on her neck and back while he recovers.

Daniel Knight: Smart strategy by Ante. Slow the match down and let his size do the work for him.

Reina rolls Ante onto his shoulders.

1…

2…

Ante easily rolls Reina back onto her stomach and twists away at her neck. Reina rolls Ante onto his shoulders again for another pin attempt.

1…

Ante releases his hold on Reina and kips up, then kicks her right in the face. He follows it up with a standing somersault leg drop. Ante lifts the stunned Reina to her feet and whips her into the ropes. Reina comes back towards Ante and he jumps into the air, wraps his legs around her head and flips her over with a Frankensteiner.

Alecia Matthes: Fantastic sequences of moves by Ante. He hasn’t lost a step during his time away.

Ante picks Reina up and whips her into the ropes again but Reina slides under the bottom top to the floor. She takes a walk around the ring to gather herself. She notices Cameron Stone, who is standing, pointing at the ring, and yelling for Reina to get back in the match.

Daniel Knight: Stupid girl. She’s just like my prom date, trying to dance with another guy instead of the one that brought her to the dance. Glad I made her walk home.

Alecia Matthews: Oh…kay… too much information Daniel. Stick to calling the action.

Reina moves towards Cameron but is stopped dead in her tracks when Ante comes flying through the ropes, a suicide dive knocking Reina into the barriers where she slumps into a sitting position. Ante lands on his feet and surveys the scene: Cameron Stone standing on the fan side of the barrier looking down at Reina and leading the fans in a “Let’s go Ante” chant. It gets so loud that neither Ante nor Reina can hear the referee start a count.

1… 2… 3…

Ante approaches Reina, grabbing her by the hair and slinging her into the ring apron. He charges after her, lifting his leg into the air for a big boot smash to her face. Reina avoids the blow with a Matrix like move ducking under Ante’s boot. Ante ends up standing on one leg with the other draped over the ring apron.

4… 5… 6…

Reina takes advantage of Ante’s precarious position, jumping onto the apron and dropping an elbow smash to Ante’s knee. He falls to the floor in agony, grabbing his knee and screaming incoherently.

Alecia Matthews: Oh s***! That could be the end of Ante’s knee!

Daniel Knight: My knee hurts from that elbow drop.

Alecia Matthews: If your knees hurt it’s probably rug burn.

Daniel Knight: Rug burn? What do you mean… hey wait a damn minute!

7… 8… 9…

Reina rolls into the ring to break the count, then just as quickly rolls back out to continue her attack on Ante. She drives her knee into Ante’s head several times, then whips him into the ring post. Ante once again falls to the floor and clutches at his head. Reina is relentless, grabbing Ante by his beard and spitting into his face. Then she rams his head into the ring post again. Ante falls to his knees, his arms hanging limply at his sides. Reina props him up so everyone can see the blood flowing from a fresh cut on his forehead.

Daniel Knight: The crimson mask! How much can Ante’s body take before it breaks down?

Alecia Matthews: Ante’s been in some wars before and Reina just let him know he’s in another one tonight!

Reina laughs like a cartoon villain as Ante’s face is slowly covered in his own blood. She strokes Ante’s face, covering her fingers with his blood. She takes her blood soaked fingers and draws a cross on her face, mocking Ante’s new philosophy as a redeemer.

Alecia Matthews: Ugh… sick! What is it with Reina and her opponents’ blood.

Daniel Knight: She is a seriously twisted individual. I wonder if she’s related to Kyzer?

Reina looms over Ante and taunts him.

Reina Kenshin: What a waste of time to be reborn only so you can die again!

Unnoticed by Reina up to now, the referee has started another count and is already well along towards twenty and a double countout. 10… 11… 12…

Cameron Stone starts yelling at Reina again. She looks at him and points at her head.

Reina Kenshin: I’m too smart to fall for your distraction!

Reina flips off Cameron and calmly walks past Ante, pushing his head just hard enough that he falls to the floor. Then she walks up the ring steps and steps between the ropes to get back in the ring and break the count.

13… 14… 15…

The crowd tries to get Ante fired up.

LET’S GO ANTE!
LET’S GO ANTE!
LET’S GO ANTE!

Ante struggles to his feet and crawls towards the ring.

16… 17…

Ante grabs the ring apron and lifts himself up. He reaches up and grabs the bottom rope.

18… 19…

Daniel Knight: Come on Ante! You’re almost there.

Ante pulls himself into the ring just as the ref is about to count him out. The crowd roars in support. Reina isn’t so impressed. She grabs Ante’s arms and pulls him the rest of the way into the ring. Then she grabs his head and grinds it back and forth over the laces of her combat boots. The cut on Ante’s head is opened up even more and the blood flow like a waterfall.

Alecia Matthews: Oh come on! That isn’t necessary!

Reina has a look of satisfaction on her face as she drags Ante into the corner and props him up against the turnbuckles.

Reina goes to the opposite corner and sizes Ante up. Then she charges him for a running high knee strike. At the last possible instant, Ante jumps up and flips over Reina, taking her down with a sunset flip. He goes for a cover.

Alecia Matthews: Another word for “glass ceiling” could be “veteran’s instincts” and that is what Ante just displayed. If Reina wants to break out against Ante, she’s gonna have to avoid simple mistakes.

Daniel Knight: She’s too emotional. You need the cool calm head of a man to stay focused.

Alecia Matthes: Right… thanks for that insightful analysis Dr. Phil.

1…

Reina Kenshin kicks out! Ante rolls away from Reina, getting to his knees and wiping the blood out of his eyes. Reina hits him with a series of hard kicks to his chest. Ante rocks back and forth, a glassy look in his eyes. Reina goes for a superkick to Ante’s face but misses as Ante rolls onto his side. Then he whips his leg out and knocks Reina to the mat.

Ante lunges at Reina, getting on top of her and locking on the Camel Clutch. He rocks back as far as he can, letting his own body weight do the work. The glassy eyed thousand yard stare fades away, replaced by a look of grim determination.

Alecia Matthews: This is the Ante Whitner who was the longest reigning National champion. Ring savvy combined with an unstoppable will to win.

Daniel Knight: Indeed. He may be born again but very little has changed about his style inside the squared circle.

Reina struggles to break the hold, defiantly telling the referee to go to hell when he asks if she wants to give up. Slowly, she wriggles around so that she can drape a foot over the bottom rope. The referee calls for the break which Ante waits the full count before obliging.

Seemingly refreshed and having found new life, Ante comes straight at Reina and starts throwing haymakers. Reina responds in kind and the two exchange fast and furious blows to the delight of the fans.

Ante’s strikes start to have a greater effect than Reina’s. She tries to back away and create some space but Ante grabs her and whips her into the corner. Reina hits hard. Ante charges in for a follow up attack but Reina flips over the top rope onto the apron, then grabs the top rope for support and kicks Ante in the face. Ante clotheslines Reina who falls onto the ring apron.

Daniel Knight: It’s all going Ante’s way now.

Alecia Matthews: He can smell the victory. As much as a win would mean for Reina, it means just as much for Ante because it could put him right back in the title picture.

Daniel Knight: I bet he would love to “redeem” Frank Lynn after the way he lost the Golden Opportunity.

Ante reaches over the ropes and grabs Reina, lifting her up and getting ready to suplex her over the top rope back into the ring. Reina blocks the move and counters with a suplex of her own, trying to send Ante all the way to the floor. At the highest point of the suplex, Ante grabs the top rope redirecting his momentum so that he lands on his feet on the ring apron.

Again the two fierce competitors exchange blows, Reina countering every European uppercut from Ante with a kick of her own. Ante ups the ante, head butting Reina and stunning her.

Ante stops to make the sign of the cross and mouths the word “redemption”. Then he picks Reina up in a fireman’s carry. He turns so he is facing the away from the ring towards the fans and yells “REDEMPTION!” Then he leaps off the apron and hits a rolling senton to the floor!

HOLY S***!
HOLY S***!
HOLY S***!

Alecia Matthews: OH MY GOD! Ante is CRAZY!

Daniel Knight: If he can get up after that then maybe he is fully healed and we can stop worrying about him falling apart in a stiff breeze.

Reina flops around on the floor clutching at her back and crying out in pain. Ante looks on from his knees, wiping blood out of his eyes. He stops to look at his hand and sees the blood.

The referee watches on amazed that either wrestler is able to move. He starts the long slow count to twenty. 1… 2… 3…

Ante lifts Reina’s head up by her hair, scowls at her, and swings a brutal elbow smash to her forehead. He looks at her not satisfied and hits another elbow smash. Reina’s eyes roll into the back of her head. Still not satisfied, Ante drags Reina over to the ring steps and slams her head into the steps over and over. CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!

6… 7… 8…

Finally, a look of satisfaction crosses Ante’s face. The ring steps are changing color from gun metal gray to a bright red. Reina is busted open and bleeding profusely.

Alecia Matthews: That’s a receipt! You make Ante bleed, he will make you bleed.

Daniel Knight: That’s ‘cuz he’s a real man. He’s not gonna’ take his lumps and then send out a tweet full of smiley faces and LOLs.

Alecia Matthews: You do realize you are the only person on the face of the planet who doesn’t like Mesh?

Daniel Knight: She’s a silly little girl in a grown man’s business. She has no place here.

Alecia Matthews: We’ll see later tonight when she takes on Frank Lynn, won’t we?

Daniel knight: Frank will put her in her place. Just like Ante is doing to Reina Kenshin!

Ante whips Reina into the barrier. Reina hits hard and clutches at her ribs. She leans against the barrier and eyes Ante, a hint of a smile on her face. Is she actually enjoying this?

11… 12… 13…

Ante runs at Reina and clotheslines her over the barrier into the crowd, thankfully not the side of the ring where Cameron Stone is sitting. Ante takes one look at Reina laying spread eagle across the laps of several fans not sure if this is the luckiest night of their lives or not.

14… 15… 16…

Ante climbs back into the ring to save himself from the count and leans on the ropes watching Reina. She has made her way over the security barrier but fell to a knee and is looking at the ring like it is a mile away.

18… 19…

Alecia Matthews: This is gonna’ be close. Can Reina beat the count?

Reina makes a desperate dive towards the ring and just barely gets under the ropes to stop the count. Ante moves in quickly, lifting Reina up and into a backbreaker. He goes for a cover.

1…

2…

Reina Kenshin kicks out!

Daniel Knight: I’ll give credit to Reina. She isn’t going down easy.

Alecia Matthews: You wanna’ rephrase that. It’s questionable to say “going down” when talking about our female superstars.

Daniel Knight: Sorry, not sorry.

Ante picks up Reina, wraps an arm around her head and then drives her into the mat with a bulldog, again going for a cover.

1…

2…

Reina Kenshin kicks out!

Ante lifts Reina up for a neck breaker but Reina suddenly reverses it into an even flow DDT. She goes for a cover.

1…

2…

Ante Whitner kicks out!

Ante is the first to his feet but Reina rolls him up for a pin, putting her legs on the ropes for leverage.

1…

2…

Ante Whitner kicks out even as the referee stops his count and admonishes Reina for using the ropes.

Daniel Knight: I think both wrestlers have had as much as they want of this match. The pin attempts are coming after every move.

Alecia Matthews: That is how you win the match. I’m not the only one on the edge of my seat wondering who will survive this war.

The two wrestlers, covered in their on blood and clearly worn down by the match, charge at each other recklessly. Ante goes for a clothesline but Reina ducks under and keeps running past Ante, rebounding off the ropes and coming back at him. She leaves her feet going for a double kick to his gut, the Status Quo. Ante jumps up and over the attempted drop-kick and then comes back down on top of Reina with a double foot stomp to her chest. He rolls onto her and goes for the cover.

Alecia Matthews: What a counter! That’s the result of great scouting by Ante.

Daniel Knight: Another cover… is this it?

1…

2…

Reina Kenshin kicks out.

Daniel Knight: I don’t believe it. Kenshin kicked out! How?

Both wrestlers lay on the mat exhausted. Neither moves for quite some time and the ref starts a ten count, the crowd counting along with him. 1… 2… 3… 4… 5…

Suddenly Ante kips up to a huge roar from the crowd. He stomps on Reina’s head, then rakes his boot laces across her face causing fresh blood to flow from the laceration on her forehead.

Alecia Matthews: Another receipt for Ante.

Daniel Knight: This match has lasted much longer than anyone expected… and it has been more brutal too.

Alecia Matthes: Ante’s moving in for the kill. What does he have in mind?

Ante very slowly and deliberately locks on the Bloody Yonkers!

Reina tries to fight the submission hold but Ante isn’t letting go. Ante pulls back extra hard on Reina’s chin arising her face so that everyone can see the pain in her expression through her blood soaked visage. A pool of blood starts to form under her head.

Tense moments pass as Reina fights to stay conscious. Finally, reluctantly, Reina taps.

DING DING DING

Christa Adina: Ladies and Gentlemen, the winner of the match by submission… The bloodied eagle… Ante Whitneeerrrrrr!

Alecia Matthews: It was brutal but Ante Whitner comes out on top.

Daniel Knight: The rest of the roster needs to watch out. The Bloodied eagle turned redeemer is back in top form.

Ante Whitner wastes no time celebrating his hard fought victory, posing only briefly for the fans before walking up the ramp to the stage. Once on the stage, he turns around to face the crowd, spreads his arms wide, and mouths the word “Redemption” one more time. Then he disappears backstage.

A medic tried to attend to Reina Kenshin at ringside but she shrugged off his attentions and stalked her way around the ring while the crowd serenaded her with a “You tapped out!” chant. She looks even angrier than usual.

Then she stops in front of one fan in particular who is reveling in Reina’s defeat. It is Cameron Stone. He is leading the crowd in the “You tapped out!” chant.

Alecia Matthes: Don’t you do something stupid Reina. Let bygones be bygones.

Daniel Knight: No such luck Alecia. Reina wants to hit something and I think Cameron has a bulls eye on him.

Sure enough, Reina strides angrily until she is right in Cameron Stone’s face. She snatches his soda out of his hands and pours it over his head.

Security guards were already rushing down to the ring and they got there just in time to watch Reina to slap Cameron. They try to get in between Reina and Cameron but it ain’t happening. The guards are sent flying by simultaneous pushes from Cam and Reina. The Cameron nails Reina with a haymaker. Reina fights back but the match took too much of a toll on her. Cameron rains down punches to her face and stomach.

More security guards rush down to ringside as Lila Sleater emerges onto the stage with a microphone in hand.

Lila Sleater: That’s quite enough out of you Mr. Stone. Stop assaulting one of my wrestlers or you will be spending the night in jail.

Cameron glares at Lila for a second or two while considering his options, then kicks Reina in the stomach. She doubles over lining her up perfectly for Cam to lift her up and power bomb her onto the ring apron.

The security guards rush in and surround Cameron. He shoves them out of the way as he jumps over the barrier back into the crowd. Stone starts walking towards an exit when more security guards appear in front of him. There are too many to fight. They bind his wrists with a zip tie and escort him backstage to a waiting Lila Sleater, smoke almost literally coming out of her ears as she waits to have a word or two with the former WFWF superstar.

The medic, now joined by another with a stretcher, take their time to place Reina Kenshin on a backboard with her neck in a brace before they wheel her up the ramp and back to the locker room.

Alecia Matthews: I am shocked. Reina can’t keep her hands off Cameron Stone. She’s paid the price twice now. When will she learn?

Daniel Knight: I doubt she will have to worry about a third time. Lila will make sure we don’t see Cameron Stone ever again. I don’t know what he hoped to gain by showing up tonight.

Alecia Matthews:I hope not. Listen to the fans. They’re chanting Cam’s name and “one more match”. Lila should give the fans what they want. And they want Cameron Stone!

[King Richius]

We go backstage to see Kay Fabe with the always colorful Mesh. Unlike most of her interviews, she’s very calm and concentrated. It’s very unlike her to be so serious.

Kay Fabe: I’m here with the unusually calm Mesh who’s facing Frank Lynn in tonight’s main event. Now, this is a huge moment for you. Frank is the current WFWF International Champion. Being in the main event against him is the perfect time to prove to everyone that you belong here. In a show called Breakout – do you feel like you will do just that?

Mesh: I hope so. I mean – I wasn’t expecting being in the main event, so I was definitely thrown a curveball but I’m ready.

Kay Fabe: As you know, Frank Lynn is fresh off his title defense against Mak Cross at The Riot on Broad Street – where you made your debut and they had an absolute war. How do you prepare for an opponent like Frank?

Mesh: Umm…..I don’t know how to answer that. Frank is a unique opponent for me, in the sense that he’s not a wrestler – he’s a fighter. He’s trained in combat sports ever since he was a kid, I was pretending to be a wrestler when I was a kid. He has more experience than I do but he has no idea what I can do. I was talking to my BFF a few weeks ago and I told her that same exact thing. Frank has only seen a tiny amount of what I’m capable of – that’s the edge I have over him. He won’t know what to expect. Is that too cocky sounding? I don’t want to sound cocky.

Kay laughs.

Kay Fabe: Not at all. You’re confident. That’s a good thing. Now, in an odd sort of coincidence, Frank is in his hometown and this is where Frank made his WFWF debut. Are you nervous at all being in front of Frank’s homecrowd? Do you think that gives Frank an advantage?

Mesh: Absolutely but despite what I’m sure many think, I’m not dumb. Frank is going to make sure that he walks away the winner as he should –the last thing a guy like Frank wants is to lose to some blue haired girl from Cali so that means I have to make it….difficult for Frank. I mean - Hamilton K. Clarke and his cane couldn’t keep me down. Needles and his baseball bat damn sure couldn’t keep me down and Frank “The Lethal Weapon” Lynn – he won’t keep me down either because I’ll get up. Again, and again. Win or lose – I just want to earn Frank's respect. Maybe then people will realize that I take this wrestling thing seriously.

Kay Fabe: If you do win, you’re more than likely the next challenger for Frank Lynn’s prized WFWF International Championship. Thoughts?

Mesh’s eyes widen at the thought of her maybe, possibly being a champion in the WFWF.

Mesh: If I somehow manage to beat Frank, I’ll probably cry. No – I’ll definitely cry. Mark my words – I’m going to cry, regardless of the outcome. I’m almost scared to think about it because then I’ll jinx it. I just want to focus on right now. Right now, right now, right now, right now, right now.

Kay laughs again.

Kay Fabe: Good point. Now -

Mesh: This whole month leading up to this show was….weird. Not to be that guy but it’s almost like something out of a video game where I, The Blue Knight of the Forrest defeated The Royal Master of the Silver Cane and Bat Boy to get some experience but along the way, I bought a XP boost and I speed through parts of the game and I get to the first boss of the game – The Lethal Weapon. Now, The Lethal Weapon is one of the many bosses in the game but he’s the first one The Blue Knight has to face in order to progress further. If The Blue Knight manages to defeat The Lethal Weapon, she gets a bunch of experience and possibly – a rare belt that boosts the stats of The Blue Knight. If the knight wants that belt, she must defeat The Lethal Weapon in a battle to the death. Finally, the knight and the boss meet– and in my video game, the knight conquers The Lethal Weapon and wins. That’s how I would like tonight to end.

Kay laughs again, but this time she laughs harder than before. Mesh looks at her and smiles.

Kay Fabe: I don’t know how we move from that so let’s just go back to ringside!

Kay can barely finish the sentence as she continues to chuckle.

Daniel Knight: It has certainly been an interesting night so far and we’ve barely gotten started.

Alecia Matthews: Yes indeed Daniel. Reina Kenshin and Ante Whitner went nuts on each other and then Reina went after Cameron Stone again, much to her detriment. Cameron hasn’t lost a step since departing for Hollywood.

Daniel Knight: Maybe even gained a step. Cameron looks good for a “non-wrestler”, as Lila would put it. Up next is another match that promises to be a hard hitting slugfest. Ryan “Needles” Payne vs the World Champion David f’n Brennan.

Alecia Matthews: We have no reason to expect anything other than an all out brawl as both men look to carry on from last show when Needles made Mesh suffer for her DQ win and Brennan had nothing less than an all out war in his street fight with the God of F*** Michael Kyzer.

The lights go out. The arena is in a state of silence or possible surprise, unaware of who's about to appear from behind the curtain. Music (Story of the Year - And the Hero Will Drown) begins to play starting with a guitar solo leading to the inclusion of drums and climaxing in an immense wail from the lead singer. The second the vocals hit the arena is bombarded with a sea of extreme flashing lights. The colours are a blur at first. The lights trigger Needles entrance to the stage where he is met with severe boos and a raucous cacophony of ‘expletives.'

Christa Adina: The following is a non-title match to one fall. Introducing first, from Glasgow Scotland… Ryan Neeeeeedles Paaayyyne!

Needles make this way to the ring, at first dragging and then wildly swinging the baseball bat he so viciously used to attack Mesh with while responding to the irate crowd with rude gestures. Before he can even enter the ring the lights dim again.

The capacity crowd erupts as the arena lights dim, the whistling melody of "The House of the Rising Sun" echoing 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 as he pauses to survey the crowd before him. With his attention focused sharp upon the ring, 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. Pacing the interior perimeter of the ring, he stops in the corner opposite the steps, a hand on either plane of the top rope. As the lights return and his music fades, he glances out toward the crowd once more before beating his chest with his right first, turning his attention back toward the center of the ring.

Christa Adina: And his opponent… he is the reigning WFWF World Heavyweight Champion! * crowd roars loudly * from BOSTON… * crowd erupts so loudly Christa has to pause * from Boston, Massachusetts… David Brennnnnnaaannn!

Alecia Matthews: Holy sh*t! That’s some obvious hometown love for the baddest man to walk the streets of Boston. The World Champion is in the house… HIS house!

Daniel Knight: Boston loves it’s heroes… and anti-heroes. Brennan’s popularity is up there with Ortiz and Brady, specially after he vanquished Kyzer in another successful title defense.

In the ring, Brennan strides confidently until he is right in Needles’ face, then holds his belt up so his opponent knows exactly who he is facing tonight. The crowd goes ape sh*t crazy, everyone standing and making noise.

Payne takes offense and tries to slap the belt out of Brennan’s hand. The imposing tattooed arm of Brennan doesn’t move an inch as he keeps his grip on the belt. He pushes the belt right into Payne’s face and says something not picked up by any mic but quite obviously intimidating as Payne actually steps back, seemingly in awe or fear or both.

Alecia Matthews: Brennan is letting Payne know exactly who is the boss.

Daniel Knight: No doubt Alecia. That is Brennan’s ring and Ryan is just visiting. How long he gets to stay is entirely up to David f’n Brennan.

Needles takes another step back from the tattooed menace that is the World Champion. It looks like he is scared of the champ but that is not the case. He was just making room so he could leap into Brennan’s midsection with a spear that sends both men crashing to the mat. Brennan’s belt goes flying. The referee deftly catches the belt in mid-air, makes his way to the side of the ring to pass it to a staffer while simultaneously signaling for the bell.

DING DING DING

Daniel Knight: And just like that this match is underway.

Needles straddles Brennan in the mount position, slamming several elbow smashes into Brennan’s forehead. Brennan fights back, grabbing Payne’s head and twisting violently until they roll over and reverse positions. Brennan slams Payne’s head into the mat, then follows up with a series of hard punches, not stopping until the referee grabs his arm and warns him about using a closed fist. Brennan laughs in the ref’s face, then lifts Payne up and throws him into the corner. Brennan chops away at Payne’s chest, each strike accompanied by a very loud “WOO!” from the rabid fans.

Brennan whips Payne across the ring into the far corner with a high impact THUD. Brennan charges in and lands a running clothesline in the corner, moving out of the way so that Payne can fall to the mat.

Alecia Matthews: The champ is taking no prisoners tonight.

Daniel Knight: David doesn’t get paid by the hour. Looks like he wants this over and done with fast. Maybe he has some place to be after the show.

Brennan puts the boots to Needles, a classic Garvin Stomp that makes sure each and every one of Payne’s limbs takes some punishment. Brennan picks up Needles and drops him right back down with a scoop slam. He goes for a nonchalant cover, not even bothering to grab a leg.

1…
2…

Ryan Payne kicks out.

Daniel Knight: Lazy cover by Brennan. If he hooks a leg this match may be over.

Brennan doesn’t look surprised that his opponent kicked out. In fact, he looks like he expected it, maybe even wanted it so he could dish out more pain. Payne staggers to his feet to find Brennan ready and waiting. Brennan hits Payne in the jaw with a right hook that rocks him. The ref tries to warn Brennan but is too slow. He has to dodge out of the way as Brennan whips Payne into the ropes and follows him in to plant his knee into Payne’s stomach. Brennan adds a clubbing blow to the back of Payne’s neck while Payne is doubled over, then whips him into the ropes again.

Brennan sets up for a clothesline but Payne shows surprising agility, somersaulting underneath Brennan’s outstretched arm. Payne bounces off the ropes and come back towards a charging Brennan. The two men collide and butt heads. They both stagger around for a few seconds, then square off trading blows in the middle of the ring while the crowd yells “YES!” for Brennan and “NO!” for Payne.

Alecia Matthews: Amazing resilience by Payne. An average man would be out cold right about now but here he is fighting back against the World Champ.

Daniel Knight: We said this would be a brawl and we were right. Brennan still has to put in some work to finish off the rookie looking for the huge upset.

The two warriors continue to trade blows. Then, Payne feints a punch and pokes Brennan’s eyes with his other hand. Brennan reels from the dirty blow, throwing his arms up and covering his eyes. Payne takes immediate advantage and kicks at Brennan’s legs, causing Brennan to keep backing away while he tries to get his sight back. Payne puts the pressure on, kicking Brennan in the stomach. Then he grab’s Brennan’s head and hits a devastating DDT. Needles ignores the growing boos from the Boston fans and goes for the cover.

1…
2…

David Brennan kicks out!

Alecia Matthews: Needles is damn lucky the ref didn’t see him poke Brennan in the eyes. Instead of almost pinning the champ he could have been disqualified.

Daniel Knight: I’m not sure Ryan Payne cares about wins and losses. He certainly didn’t care last time when he got great pleasure out of turning Mesh into a human piñata even though it cost him the match.

Alecia Matthews: Needles will fit in well here in the WFWF if all he cares about is causing pain and suffering. That is, if he survives this match with David Brennan. If you piss off David, he could end your career.

Payne pounds the mat with his fist, then wraps a meaty paw around Brennan’s neck and lifting him to his feet. Brennan is still covering his eyes. Needles lets out a primal scream and choke slams the champ! Payne goes to the second rope and leaps off to drive his knee into Brennan’s chest.

Brennan is still protecting his eyes when Payne lifts him off the mat. Payne grabs Brennan’s arm and spins him around into a high knee (V Trigger), then spins him again into a clothesline (Rainmaker) that drops Brennan down to the mat on his back.

Needles sees Brennan laying there, one arm covering his eyes and the other swinging wildly hoping to make contact with Needles. Needles showboats for the crowd, drawing a chorus of boos and a few “F*** you ***hole!” screamed by the more ardent Brennan supporters.

Daniel Knight: Ryan Payne is starting to impress me now. He’s kept Brennan down for a while and is one big move away from what may be the biggest upset in WFWF history.

Alecia Matthews: Don’t count the champ out yet. We’ve seen him take a lot worse punishment and come back for the win. That’s certainly what the fans are hoping for as they are letting Needles have an earful right now. There goes our PG rating.

Daniel Knight: PG rating? Really? On our best night we are PG-13. Most nights it’s TV-MA with a disclaimer that the young and weak of heart shouldn’t watch.

Payne picks Brennan up and hits an atomic drop onto the top rope. Brennan grimaces in pain. Payne grabs the top rope on either side of Brennan and starts yanking it up and down, taking Brennan for a ride his family jewels won’t soon forget.

The ref warns Needles. Needles pushes the ref out of the way and chops Brennan across the chest. Then he grabs him around the neck, twists around, and drops to the mat hitting a neck breaker. Brennan rolls around on the mat, one hand rubbing at his eyes and the other massaging his neck.

Needles looks down on Brennan with clear contempt, then steps through the ropes, walks along the apron to the corner, and verbally taunts the crowd.

Alecia Matthews: Payne has things going his way. The champ is in trouble.

Daniel Knight: But he needs to stop wasting time. He won’t get many chances to put Brennan away. Don’t let it slip through his fingers.

Needles climbs to the top turnbuckle, once again show boating for the crowd. He gets Brennan in his sights and leaps off for a flying headbutt, but before he can land Brennan rolls out of the way and leaps to his feet. Payne crashes into the mat and damn near knocks himself out.

Brennan towers over Payne, grabbing his head and rolling him over so he can see that Brennan’s sight is just fine. The evil smile on Brennan’s face is a warning to Payne that sets off the crowd, the cheers approaching airport decibel levels.

Daniel Knight: Brennan was playing possum!

Alecia Matthews: Indeed! He could see all along and was waiting for the perfect opportunity to make Needles pay.

Brennan grabs Needles by the hair, much to the chagrin of the referee, and lifts him up, then whips him into the ropes. Needles bounce back and Brennan flat out punches him in the face, a haymaker that connects with a thwack to the delight of the crowd. Needles stumbles backwards and only maintains his feet by leaning against the ropes.

Brennan backs up and bounces off the opposite ropes, getting a full head of steam as he runs at Needles going for a Cactus Clothesline. Needles grabs the top rope and pulls it down, both ducking under Brennan’s beefy arm and sending Brennan toppling over the rope and down to the floor.

Brennan get back to his feet and grabs the apron, preparing to get back in the ring. Payne gets a running start and hits Brennan with a baseball slide kick. Brennan goes flying backwards crashing into the security barrier. Payne wraps an arm around Brennan’s neck and runs towards the ring steps, slamming Brennan’s head into the steel steps.

The referee starts a count. 1… 2… 3…

Alecia Matthews: Needles turns the tables on Brennan again!

Daniel Knight: He’s doing better than anybody expected against the champ. Can he do it? Can he pull off the upset?

Needles keeps hold of Brennan’s head and attempts to slam it into the ring post but Brennan blocks it. Needles tries again and Brennan blocks again, then he kicks Needles in the knee. Needles starts to fall but Brennan grabs his head and guides it straight onto the ring steps. Once again, the clang of bone on steel echoes throughout TD Garden, this time accompanied by a roar from the Brennan fans.

8… 9…

Brennan hear’s the ref counting away and quickly slides into the ring to break the count. Needles holds his head and staggers around the floor on wobbly legs. Brennan slides under the bottom rope back to the floor and gives chase. Needles keeps on stumbling, but his target becomes apparent as he gets to the timekeepers table and grabs his bat.

Daniel Knight: Oh sh*t. Here we go with another bat attack. We should get a sponsorship from Louisville Slugger.

Alecia Matthews: I’m not sure that’s the kind of advertising they want for bat designed to hit a ball, not parts of the human anatomy.

Needles turns to Brennan, swinging the bat like David Ortiz in the bottom of the ninth against the New York Yankees. The bat connects with Brennan’s ribs causing the big man to expel his breath and stagger back. Needles rams the bat into Brennan’s stomach, then pulls back for another home run swing.

The ref gives up on his count and jumps out of the ring trying to break up the action but afraid to get too close lest he get hit by the bat.

Needles swings with deadly intentions but Brennan ducks under the wild swing, stepping to his left so he can counter with a hard left hook to the side of Needles face. A stunned Needles tries to swing again at Brennan but it is a weak swing. Brennan easily catches the bat, rips it out of Payne’s hands, and breaks it over his knee! He throws the pieces into the crowd to become souvenirs for two lucky fans.

Daniel Knight: That’s the end of the foreign object. Maybe we can go back to a wrestling match now?

Alecia Matthews: This hasn’t been a wrestling match. It’s a fight between two grizzly bears trying to maul each other.

The ref, relieved that the bat is now out of play, urges the two wrestlers to get back in the ring.

Payne charges at Brennan and spears him into the security barrier, a desperation move that didn’t have much force behind it. Brennan rains clubbing forearm blows to Payne’s back.

A front row fan slaps Brennan on the shoulder. Brennan turns, his eyes burning with anger as he almost decks the fan but then he sees the fan holding out an empty beer bottle. Brennan takes the bottle from the fan and smashes it over Payne’s head!

Daniel Knight: LAST CALL! LAST CALL! LAST CALL!

Alecia Matthews: We heard you the first time Daniel! What the hell was a fan doing with a beer bottle? Don’t they serve beer in plastic cups? Ryan Payne has a legitimate beef with TD Garden concessions.

Daniel Knight: Doesn’t matter now. The bottle got in the building and Brennan was more than happy to use it.

The ref screams at Brennan, calls for security, points at the fan who had the bottle, and checks that Payne hasn’t been busted open… somehow all at the same time. Talk about multi-tasking!

Two security guards rush over and escort the fan from the arena. The ref screams at Brennan one more time. Brennan looks down at Needles who is on his hands and knees suffering the after effects of the Last Call. Brennan shrugs at the ref, lifts Payne up and launches him into the ring apron. Then he scoops Payne up and rolls him into the ring.

Brennan and the ref get into the ring. Payne is crawling on all fours, trying to get to the ropes to pull himself to his feet.

Brennan looks down on Needles and laughs as if to say “Is that all you got?” before kicking him in thread. Saliva and quite possibly a few teeth fly into the air as Needles falls onto his back and lays there motionless. Brennan reaches down and lifts Payne up, then hits the Charles River Plunge!

Brennan laughs again and goes for a cover.

1…
2…
3!

DING DING DING

Christa Adina: Ladies and gentlemen… the winner of the match… The WFWF World Heavyweight Champion… David Breeennnnnnaaannn!

Daniel Knight: Ryan “Needles” Payne gave it a good try but he was no match for the World Champ on his home turf.

Alecia Matthews: I’m not sure home court played any part in the match. Brennan took everything Payne could dish out, laughed in his face, and gave it back tenfold. All it took was a Last Call and a Charles River Plunge for Brennan to end it. Close but no cigar for Ryan “Needles” Payne as David f’n Brennan showed why he IS the WORLD CHAMPION!

David Brennan throws a fist in the air, basking in the victorious approval he's receiving from the hometown crowd as the ref hands him the WFWF Heavyweight Title.

Before he can enjoy the moment, the lights go out. A giant floating Kyzer head appears above the stage.

Daniel Knight: Is he ripping off Power Rangers? He looks like Zordon.

Knight is completely wrong. He is ripping off Superman with their Jor El floating head just like Power Rangers did.

F~ck Power Rangers and Zordon.

David Brennan has that grumpy cat look he always gets when he sees Kyzer.

Kyzer Jor El: Congratulations David Brennan! You conquered the beast. You beat God in a fight. Unfortunately even when you win, you still lose. I left you a present David. It is something to remember me by. You thought a Dragon under my control was dangerous, how do you think it will be when he is off his leash?

Suddenly the head disappears, the lights turn up and “Die, Motherf~cker, Die” by Suicide Commando hits the speakers. David readies himself as Tugarin Zmey walks out on the stage. Zmey marches to the ring as Brennan through some Kyzer magic of his own has produced a steel chair. A minute later Zmey is on the ring apron and David is swinging for the fences with the chair. Zmey catches the chair with one hand, rips it from Brennan’s grasp and launches it into the crowd.

Daniel Knight: Lawsuit!

Zmey steps over the top rope and Brennan shows no fear by immediately going after the giant. Brennan with punches, Zmey counters with a headbutt. David staggers back but quickly comes back at him. Zmey quickly grabs him by the throat, Brennan with a kick to the groin but Zmey catches the leg. He turns and tosses David across the ring with ease. The big man doesn’t let up as he quickly charges over to Brennan and lifts him up from the mat only to toss him across the ring again. David rolls out of the ring this time and hits the arena floor. Zmey slides out of the ring, and something catches his eye. It is the WFWF World Heavyweight title that Brennan dropped after Kyzer Jor El appeared. He picks it up and looks at it for a second before walking over to David who is still on the floor. He grabs Brennan and leans him against the ring barrier. He reels back with the end of the title in one hand and whips David in the face with the belt.

Alecia Matthews: How does this keep happening to David? Can’t he catch a break?

Zmey reels back and whips him again with the belt, hitting him squarely in the face with the center plate of the title. He whips him again and again. Blood is splattered all over the title at this point. Zmey launches the bloody title into the crowd just like the chair.

Daniel Knight: This guy is going to make some Bostonian very rich with a lawsuit.

Alecia Matthews: This is just tasteless. Kyzer can’t beat Brennan so he sends his thug to finish the job.

Zmey grabs David’s leg and begins to drag him towards the entrance ramp and up it. It doesn’t look like Brennan is conscious and blood is everywhere including a streak that is just following Zmey as he drags the corpse to the stage. He continues through the entrance way and into the backstage area. People are scrambling away from the sight as David suddenly tries to break free of Zmey. Tugarin stops, turns, and plants a boot in the side of David’s head. He goes back to dragging Brennan and eventually they end up outside in front of the arena. Zmey finally lets go of Brennan and pulls him up to his feet. He lifts him and proceeds to bull rush him right through a glass door into the lobby of the arena. David Brennan is covered in blood and glass. Zmey stands, lifts Brennan and carries him back out side. He carries him to the Bobby Orr statue in front of the building and drapes Brennan over the back of Bobby Orr. Blood quickly begins to flow all over the statue. Zmey looks at Brennan for a moment laying there, barely conscious and simply walks off into the night.

Alecia Matthews: Run Zmey run! The people of Boston are not going to take lightly to his defacing of the Bobby Orr statue.

Daniel Knight: So Tugarin can treat our world champion like a red headed step child and that is okay but get a little blood on a statue and they’ll go nuts?

Alecia Matthews: Pretty much Daniel. Brennan can defend himself. He didn’t, but he can. Whose going to stand up for the great Bobby Orr?

Daniel Knight: I’d love to debate but I’m getting word that there is another altercation in the parking lot. Kay Fabe is on the scene…

Kay Fabe is standing in the parking lot as alarms blare and staff run by behind her.

Kay Fabe: I hope you can hear me over the sound of the car alarms. Cameron Stone, apparently dismissed by Lila without police involvement, was jumped by Reina Kenshin as he exited the building. They are beating the holy hell out of each other. It’s chaos out here.

The camera pans around until it centers on two figures fighting in between the rows of cars. The camera zooms in and we see Cameron Stone and Reina Kenshin exchanging blows. Security guards try to surround them while telling them to stop.

Cameron and Reina ignore the guards and continue their fight. Cameron lifts Reina up and slams her onto the hood of a car, setting off yet another car alarm.

The guards rush the two of them in an attempt to break up the fight. Cameron climbs onto the hood of the car and tries to kick Reina but she rolls off the car out of the way. Then she hits a spinning leg kick that sweeps Cam off his feet. Cam falls, creating a huge dent in the hood of the car. Reina pulls Cam to the ground and continues to punch and kick him.

Another familiar figure rushes into view, arms flailing as she tries to get the attention of Cameron Stone and Reina Kenshin.

Lila Sleater: Stop this right now! I will have you arrested Cameron! And you Reina… you will be fined!

Reina kicks a security guard in the face. The other guards back away, not wanting to have to count their teeth after the night is over. Reina whips Cameron into a car door, ripping his shirt off as she does so. She whips him into the car again, this time Cameron crashing head first through the driver side window of the car.

Lila Sleater: I SAID STOP! That’s a ten thousand dollar fine Reina. You want to try for a hundred thousand?

Cameron’s head and shoulders remain inside the car with the rest of him slumped against the door. Reina spits on Cameron, then turns to Lila.

Reina Kenshin: I’ll stop. Looks like I’m done here anyway.

Lila Sleater: You better leave now. There will be an investigation. If I find out you attacked Cameron and he was acting in self defense there will be hell to pay.

Reina walks towards Lila and tears off the remnants of the bloody bandage on her head. She uses what is left of Cam’s shirt to wipe the mixture of sweat, dirt, and blood off her face, then tosses it at Lila’s feet. A medic rushes over to check the cut on her forehead but Reina pushes past him and heads back inside the arena.

Lila rushes over to check on Cameron Stone. He is still stuck halfway through the car window.

Lila Sleater: I warned you Cam. You should have listened. Stay away. Wait a minute… are you… laughing?

The camera pushes past Lila to get a better view of inside the car. Cam isn’t moving but the camera mic does pickup the sound of laughter.

Lila moves out of the way of so security and medics can help Cam. She takes one last look back in Cam’s direction and shakes her head, then starts a power walk back towards the locker room. Kay Fabe chases after her.

Kay Fabe: Lila… Lila… do you have any comments for us?

Lila Sleater: We will investigate this incident, review camera footage and question witnesses. The guilty party or parties will pay.

Kay Fabe: How exactly will they pay? Cameron Stone doesn’t even work for the WFWF.

Lila Sleater: If Cameron Stone is guilty of any wrongdoing, I’ll let the lawyers handle him. As for Reina Kenshin, the ten thousand dollar fine stands. It could be more if I find that she instigated this incident. No further comment until I know exactly what happened here.

Lila abruptly turns away from Kay, clearly ending the interview.

Kay Fabe: I’ll stay on top of this story and keep you updated but for now, that’s it from the parking lot. Back to Alecia and Daniel.

Daniel Knight: Thank you for that report Kay. Well Alecia, the bad feelings between Cameron Stone and Reina Kenshin sure escalated quickly. I can’t believe Reina threw Cameron through a car window.

Alecia Matthews: I can’t believe you didn’t notice whose car that was.

Daniel Knight: What? Are you sure? No! My insurance premiums are going through the roof.

Alecia Matthews: We’re going to take a short break so security can restore order and so my partner here can call his agent. Who are you with? State Farm? Geico? The General? It’s the General, isn’t it? Stick around folks because the main event is next and it should be awesome!

[King Richius]

Daniel Knight: Well, it looks like things have settled down and hopefully we can keep the action inside the ring for the rest of the night. At the very least, let’s hope it stays inside the building.

Alecia Matthews: This crowd knows what’s coming next – the main event! They already welcomed David Brennan back home but now – it’s Frank Lynn’s turn!

Daniel Knight: You can feel it in the air!

The arena goes black. The first psychedelic guitar screams of "Anthem of the Space" blast out over the arena speakers as multi-colored spotlights zoom around the arena, converging on the entrance stage to bathe Frank Lynn in a bright white light. He stands with his arms spread and looks to the sky, soaking in the moment. His manager Daphne comes out to join Frank on stage and they make a slow purposeful walk to the ring, the spotlight following each of their steps as it cycles through the colors of the spectrum.

They get to the ring, walking completely around it while Frank proudly displays the International Championship belt. Frank lets Daphne walk up the steps first and she enters the ring. She holds the ropes for Frank who steps into the ring and stands in the center with his arms spread. The single white spotlight suddenly splits into many different colored spotlights which zoom out from them and dance around the crowd as the house lights come up.

As he is announced, Daphne removes his coat, revealing a Boston Celtics jersey underneath. The crowd erupts! Frank soaks in the huge pop from the hometown crowd. Daphne carefully folds his coat and exits the ring to take her position on the floor by Frank's corner.

Christa Adina: Ladies and Gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall and it is a non-title match! Introducing first, from Boston, Massachusetts standing at 6’ 2” and weighing 232 lbs... Frank Lynnnnnn!

Alecia Matthews: Listen to this crowd! My God!

Daniel Knight: It’s literally deafening!

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 lights move faster, flashing rapidly. The crowd starts getting into the song, the lights suddenly start to flash and flicker, painting the arena. The lights themselves are moving in sync to the beat of the song. From behind the curtain comes out Mesh, wearing her hoodie with no surgical mask this time. Her new outfit is immediately revealed – yellow and rainbow attire. She comes out dancing to the beat of the song, breakdancing and shuffling. 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. The crowd mimics her every move! 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!

Christa Adina: And his opponent, from Los Angeles, California, weighing in at one hundred and fifty-four pounds, Mesh!

After jumping off from the turnbuckle, she does another dance in the middle of the ring and then stops and looks at Frank with a serious expression on her face. She looks ready.

Alecia Matthews: What an opportunity for Mesh! If she somehow manages to defeat Frank Lynn here tonight in his hometown – you can bet anything that she will be the next challenger for the WFWF International Championship!

Daniel Knight: Oh God, imagine that. Mesh – a WFWF champion. That’s enough to make a man sick!

Daphne is on the apron, whispering things into Frank’s ear. Mesh takes off her entrance gear across from them.

DING! DING! DING!

The crowd is on their feet! Chants for Frank echo through the arena, loud enough to cause a minor earthquake. Mesh is the underdog and Frank knows it. He smiles, posing for the crowd as they let out another loud cheer!

Alecia Matthews: Frank is getting a strong reaction from the crowd. As mentioned already, it was here - at the TD Garden where Frank Lynn made his WFWF debut and now over two years later, he returns as the International champion!

Daniel Knight: He comes back home to wrestle Mesh who reminds me of Stormer – if she was an annoying little girl that pretended to be a wrestler.

Alecia Matthews: Would you stop?

Mesh watches on, waiting patiently in the corner. Loud screams from Daphne can be heard, applauding the champion. Frank turns around and faces Mesh as they meet in the middle of the ring. It’s here where the size difference is truly noticeable.

Daniel Knight: The Lethal Weapon towers over Mesh!

Alecia Matthews: That’s going to play a big part.

Mesh shows no fear, but Frank isn’t taking Mesh lightly either – these two came to wrestle. After an intense stare down, the two wrestlers circle around the ring until they lock up, jockeying for position and control. Of course, Frank overpowers Mesh, twisting her arm into a hammerlock but Mesh reverses the hold! Using his technical skill, Frank manages to get out of the hold and they are back in a lock-up position. This time, Mesh wrenches the arm of Frank, but she gets overpowered again by Frank who applies a side headlock on Mesh. Irish whip from Frank who drops Mesh to the mat with a shoulder block. Frank bounces off the ropes, jumping over Mesh who attempts an arm drag but Frank is much stronger. With little ease, Frank reverses it and drops Mesh with an arm drag. Frank immediately follows up with an armbar on Mesh. Frank really applies the pressure as Mesh writhes pain. Somehow, Mesh manages to fight out of it!

Alecia Matthews: Mesh is keeping up with Frank. I don’t think anybody expected this.

Daniel Knight: Still not impressed.

Frank nods at Mesh, impressed with her technical ability. Mesh smiles back. They circle around the ring, locking up. Frank again gets in control, grabbing Mesh from behind and dropping to the mat with a takedown. He goes for a headlock but Mesh rolls away. The crowd applauds. They lock up again with Frank immediately taking Mesh down again, but Mesh escapes his grip. Frank smiles. They lock again with Frank getting Mesh in a side headlock. Mesh elbows Frank in the midsection, escaping yet again. Mesh runs the ropes, but Frank throws her straight up into the air and she comes crashing down, landing face first on the mat! Frank drives his knee into Mesh’s back and applies a chinlock, applying pressure to Mesh’s back and neck. Sheer pain is the only way to describe Mesh’s face. Veins bulge from Frank’s arms as he pulls as far as he can! Mesh tries to reach the rope but it’s too far. With no other options left, Mesh manages to adjust so she’s able to be in a sitting position, but Frank’s hold is still intact. Like earlier, she’s able to stand up and elbow Frank in the midsection again except this time, Mesh nails a front dropkick!

Alecia Matthews: Oh! Frank is down! This is Mesh’s chance!

Mesh walks over to Frank but Frank charges towards Mesh with a double leg takedown and smashes her into the corner! Vicious shoulder thrusts followed up by a knife edge chop! The smack goes off like a shotgun blast as the crowd reacts. Frank acknowledges them by chopping Mesh again! Mesh flails in pain as she falls to the mat, covering her chest. Frank picks her up and chops her yet again! Mesh scurries away to the opposite corner, trying to give herself some space. Frank follows her and proceeds to forearm her in the face. Clubbing blow to the back followed by another chop! Daphne laughs. Frank walks over to the opposite corner and runs towards Mesh, nearly taking her head off with a corner clothesline!

Alecia Matthews: Mesh is taking a beating here! Lots of takedown too – the usual M.O. for a Frank Lynn match.

Daniel Knight: This match is so unfair. Frank is taller, stronger and much more experienced! This is Mesh’s third WFWF match – she’s not ready to be in this spot.

Alecia Matthews: Mesh has heart. That alone can take you far in our sport!

Mesh is still reeling from those chops just as Frank walks over and grabs her. Frank lifts her up and tosses her across the ring like a rag doll! With Mesh down, Frank mounts her, going for an armbar. Mesh tries her best to fight him off! She manages to get to the ropes before Frank can lock in the submission. As soon as Mesh gets up, Frank lands some strikes to the face. Frank goes to grab her again, but Mesh kicks him in the gut. Mesh starts throwing haymakers, fighting from the ground but Frank is blocking the shots. Kick to the midsection by Mesh which results in Frank taking a knee. Mesh bounces off the ropes but Frank counters it with a spinning heel kick! Another smack heard around the arena! Mesh is out! Frank goes for the cover!

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Mesh kicks out!

Alecia Matthews: Did you hear that?!

Daniel Knight: That was gnarly!

Frank wastes no time going on the offensive, mounting Mesh and landing strikes to the face. In one swift movement, Frank gets off Mesh and immediately goes behind her; wrapping his legs around her stomach and encircles his biceps around her neck in a rear naked choke! The referee gets up close and personal to see if Mesh wants to tap out but she’s not! She refuses to give up!

Alecia Matthews: Frank has that choke locked in tight! How long will Mesh be able to hold out?

Daniel Knight: Hopefully, not long.

Mesh strains as she tries to get out of the hold, but Frank’s grip is too tight. She reaches for the rope and barely reaches it – forcing Frank to break the hold. Mesh struggles to catch her breath while Frank leaves her to struggle. Frank poses for the crowd who all cheer the hometown boy! Daphne applauds on the outside. With Mesh back up, Frank walks toward her but she’s fighting back! She’s throwing hands, Frank is blocking the shots! Stiff kicks to the knee of Frank cause him to lower his guard which results in Mesh laying in some hard forearms to the face! Daphne isn’t too happy. Frank goes for another takedown, but Mesh drives her knee into his abdomen and starts clubbing his back. Frank doesn’t sell it. He gets Mesh into the corner again and goes for shoulder thrusts. He lunges towards Mesh, but she gets her knees up and Frank drives his head into her knees! Frank is stunned! Mesh charges at the champion and knocks him down with an enzuigiri!

Alecia Matthews: Frank is down! This is her chance!

Daniel Knight: Boooooo!

Frank doesn’t stay down for long though as he’s on the defensive with Mesh kicking his legs repeatedly. Frank shoves Mesh back, giving himself some room but immediately, Mesh runs toward him! Frank ducks and Mesh crashes into the turnbuckle pad! Frank moves behind Mesh and drives her into the mat with a german suplex! He follows up with more forearms to the face. He gets off Mesh, irish whip into a standing dropkick! T-Bone suplex for good measure! Mesh crawls to the nearby corner where Frank tosses her again like a lifeless body with a belly-to-belly suplex! Frank casually walks over to the fallen Mesh and goes to pick her up but again, she starts throwing punches! Again, she kicks his legs!

Alecia Matthews: Mesh trying to weaken the legs of the champion! Pretty smart move.

Daniel Knight: Smart how? Do you remember Riot on Broad Street? Frank fought through the pain and still won the match – and that was against an actual wrestler in Mak Cross. Those kicks couldn't knock the fluff off a cappuccino!

Frank scurries into the corner as Mesh continues to unload with punches and kicks to the champion! His guard is lowered again and Mesh kicks Frank in the abdomen! And again. And again. More clubbing blows to the back and Mesh then chops Frank! Sweet revenge. Another chop by Mesh! Daphne’s screams can be heard in the distance. Stiff forearm to the face of Frank! Mesh takes a couple of steps back, runs towards Frank with a spinning back elbow! As Frank reels, Mesh does a quick dance to a mixed reaction.

Alecia Matthews: Mesh certainly isn’t the most popular wrestler in the ring right now. This crowd is 100% behind the champion!

Daniel Knight: The crowd knows what’s up.

Daphne suddenly starts shouting foul language at Mesh from the outside. Another knife edge chop from Mesh! From the corner, Mesh slams Frank down with a snap suplex! With Frank down, Mesh runs the ropes and dropkicks Frank in the ribs! He rolls out of the ring, Daphne is hot pursuit to check on him. Seeing the opportunity, Mesh bounces off the ropes and dives over the third rope with a suicide dive – crashing into Frank as he shoves Daphne out of harm’s way! Frank’s back hits the guard rail! The crowd cheers!

Alecia Matthews: Mesh with a high-risk maneuver there! Gotta respect the fact that Frank pushed Daphne, so she wouldn’t get hurt!

Both competitors are down, Daphne shouting at Frank to move. Mesh comes to first and Daphne spews vile insults at her at the top of her lungs.


Daphne Velasquez: Estúpida chica de pelo azul! Espero que te mueras!

Mesh shrugs off Daphne’s venom. Frank is starting to come to so Mesh throws him back in the ring, breaking the count. Mesh goes for the pin, but Frank immediately kicks out.

Alecia Matthews: Not even a one count!

Daniel Knight: The fact that you're seriously surprised by that, baffles me.

Frank is on his knees which allows Mesh to do her dance kicks. Hard, stiff kicks to the reddish chest of the champion. The crowd counts along as she pummels Frank’s chest.

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9!

Mesh does a little dance before the final kick but before she’s able to land the kick, Frank explodes and takes her down again! Stiff looking forearm shots! Mesh tries to scurry away, but Frank wraps his legs around her waist, so she’s trapped! With her back now facing Frank, he unloads on the back of her head, Mesh face down on the mat. Mesh’s neck is exposed so Frank alternates positions and locks her in another rear naked choke! Frank is able to really pull back, making the hold tighter and much deadlier. Daphne yells obscenities at Mesh, who’s turning purple at this point. She tries reaching for the ropes but with the referee unaware, Daphne grabs the bottom rope and pull it away, making it harder for Mesh to escape!

Alecia Matthews: Oh, come on!

Daniel Knight: What? I don’t see anything.

Despite Frank being the hometown hero, the crowd didn’t like that! They start to boo. Frank notices and releases the hold. He walks over and yells at Daphne to stop. Mesh is down, trying to catch her breath. Frank goes to grab her, but Mesh lands a good right hand! Mesh follows up with more strikes to the face and body!


Alecia Matthews: No matter how much pain Frank inflicts on Mesh, she still fights back!

Irish whips from Mesh, grabbing Frank by the leg and slams him down on the mat with a Flapjack! Mesh goes for the cover but again, Frank kicks out before the referee can make a count! Mesh stomps away at the legs of Frank, still working the body part. With his right ankle underneath her arm, Mesh turns it around for a single leg Boston crab! Daphne shouts at Mesh in Spanish.

Daniel Knight: That’s pretty funny.

Alecia Matthews: Umm…what?

Daniel Knight: Boston crab. In Boston.

Alecia Matthews: Oh my…

She has it locked in tight, but Frank’s strength continues to be a big factor in the match. He’s able to reach the ropes, breaking the hold. Mesh follows up with stomps to the knee of Frank. He immediately goes down again, favoring that right leg.

GO, FRANK GO!
GO, FRANK GO!
GO, FRANK GO!

Alecia Matthews: This crowd behind Frank Lynn, no matter what. That must give him the strength to keep fighting since I can’t tell whether he’s in a tremendous amount of pain or he’s just messing with Mesh.

Daniel Knight: Frank is smart. Let Smurfette think that she’s doing damage to raise her spirits. Just watch – Frank will unload when the time’s right.

Mesh again with a flurry of punches. Mesh runs the ropes and nails Frank in the face with a discuss forearm! The smack echoes throughout the arena but Frank is still on one knee! Mesh does it again. Same thing. Frank smiles and with his hand, tells Mesh to “Hit me with your best shot!” Mesh’s expression changes. It becomes angry. Determined. Serious. She bounces off the ropes and nails Frank in the face with back elbow! It rocks him, but he still doesn’t go down. Again, Frank motions with his hand to bring it. Mesh lets out a loud scream and hits Frank again with a discuss forearm, only this time – Frank goes down! Mesh hit Frank so hard that her entire band of kandis shatters into millions of tiny pieces!

Alecia Matthews: Oh my God! She just knocked Frank out!

Daniel Knight: At the expense of her stupid beads. That was plastic she just broke over Frank’s head. Plastic, Matthews!

Alecia Matthews: I am aware of that…Knight.

Daphne looks nervous, pounding the ring apron trying to rally Frank and the crowd. Frank is out, his eyes closed, and his arms sprawled out beside him. Mesh hooks the leg.

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Frank kicks out!

Alecia Matthews: There’s still life in Frank Lynn!

Frank starts to come to just as Mesh is getting up. As Mesh walks over to Frank, he follows up with a decapitating clothesline! He positions himself behind Mesh and again, drops hammers in the shape of fists behind Mesh’s head. After landing a few hard shots, he drags Mesh across the ring by her boots. He hangs her upside down in a tree of woe position in the corner. Going to the opposite corner, Frank runs towards Mesh and baseball kicks her right in the stomach! Frank is really feeling it in his leg now. He struggles to get up as Mesh flops around on the mat like a fish out of water. He brings Mesh up to both her knees and immediately spikes her with hard knee strike to the face! Frank goes for the cover.

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Mesh kicks out!

Frank smiles again, nodding his head. Mesh is groggy but she’s moving. Frank deadlifts her into a german suplex but he doesn’t let go. He picks her up again and slams her with a german suplex, her body contorting as she lands on the mat. Frank picks Mesh up and whips her into the corner. Frank sits atop the turnbuckle, Mesh’s head wrapped underneath Frank’s bicep – going for a tornado DDT. Frank swings around but somehow, Mesh frees herself! Before Frank can react, his face is introduced again to Mesh’s boot as she drops down with a Pelé kick! Frank lands on his rear, slouched over in the corner. Daphne’s screams can be heard again. Daphne can be heard shouting curse words in Spanish at Mesh. Mesh, with help from the ropes, drives her boots into Frank’s abdomen with a corner dropkick. Mesh drags Frank to the center of the ring and hooks the leg.

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Frank kicks out!

Alecia Matthews: Frank just refuses to stay down!

Daniel Knight: It’s more of Frank not wanting to lose to this pixie than anything else.

Mesh picks Frank up, his head in between her legs. Mesh goes for her finishing move, called Raze but Frank fights it. Mesh tries to flip over but Frank won’t allow that. His legs are planted firmly in the mat, he flips Mesh over – reversing the move. Frank goes behind Mesh and drills her with a big backstabber! Frank covers her.

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Mesh kicks out!

With Mesh down, Frank puts her in position. He jumps over the fallen Mesh, jumps and lands on the third rope and jumps off with a triple jump moonsault but Mesh moves out the way! Mesh dropkicks Frank! He’s draped over the second rope. Mesh is feeling it. Mesh bounces off the ropes and hits Frank with a tiger feint kick! The impact from the kick causes Frank to roll backwards. Mesh is on the apron, but Daphne grabs her boot and pulls her off the apron! Her head bounces off the apron! The referee warns Daphne about getting involved again. When Mesh starts to get up, Daphne resumes shouting obscenities at Mesh. Once Mesh is aware of what’s happening, she quips back at the fiery manager.

Daphne Velasquez: Cachorro ladrando!

Mesh: Yo también hablo español, idiota! Sé lo que estás diciendo!

In a shocking turn of events, Mesh can speak Spanish – which makes Daphne angrier. Mesh gets right in Daphne’s face as the two women exchange words. The referee comes in between them and tells Mesh to get back in the ring.


Daniel Knight: Mesh can speak Spanish??

Alecia Matthews: Sí, Daniel. We’re seeing a whole new side of Mesh here tonight so honestly – I’m not surprised!

As Mesh gets back up on the apron, Frank lunges towards her but Mesh avoids the shot and kicks Frank in the face! With the champion stunned, Mesh springboards with a flying clothesline! The crowd is divided; one half are cheering for the blue haired pixie while the majority of the crowd are rooting for the hometown hero. Mesh drags Frank to the nearby turnbuckle. She climbs up the turnbuckle and crashes atop the champion with the 630 Splash, one of Mesh’s finishing moves! Mesh covers him!

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]Daphne swiftly and quickly grabs Frank’s boot, out of the referee’s sight and puts it on the bottom rope, breaking the count! Mesh’s face is a combination of exhaustion, disbelief and anger.

Alecia Matthews: Oh, come on!

Daniel Knight: What? That’s what the manager is supposed to do!

Mesh locks eyes with Daphne who’s smirking. Mesh goes to pick Frank up but suddenly, there’s life in him again! Frank follows up with various strikes to the abdomen and face. Frank tosses Mesh around the ring! Frank is starting to get aggressive. He picks Mesh up and irish whips her into the corner where he follows up with a back elbow! Frank sits atop the turnbuckle and wraps his bicep around Mesh’s head. He goes for a tornado DDT, but Mesh frees herself again! Before Mesh can react, Frank swings around and nearly kicks her head off with a spinning heel kick! With Mesh down, Frank faces the turnbuckle, leaps up so his legs are spread on the top rope and squashes Mesh with a split legged moonsault! Frank hooks the leg.

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Mesh kicks out!

There’s a look of disbelief on Frank’s face. Everything that he’s inflicted on her – yet she still kicks out. Mesh struggles to get up with Frank waiting behind her. As soon she’s up, she swings at Frank, but he manages to grab her arm, lock it in between his legs and puts her in a crossface submission hold! Mesh has nowhere to go! Frank is screaming at Mesh to tap! Daphne is screaming and cheering on the outside, banging the mat to get the crowd invested! Mesh is able to adjust her body to where she’s able to hook Frank’s legs, pinning Frank’s shoulders to the mat!

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Frank rolls off his shoulders off the mat but he’s able to maintain the hold on Mesh! Frank continues to pull back on Mesh’s neck, yelling, pleading at her to tap out! She’s reaching for the rope but it’s too far! Daphne’s smiling. Mesh adjusts her body over again on Frank, but he rolls over on Mesh with the hold still intact! Mesh is close to the ropes! She’s reaching but it’s still out of reach! It appears that Mesh is starting to fade! The referee lifts Mesh’s arm and it falls once.

It falls twice…

Somehow, Mesh is still alive! She’s able to slowly scoot her body closer to the rope but again, Daphne pulls the rope further away! Frank immediately releases the hold and rolls to the outside. Frank scolds Daphne about her interference. The two exchange words.

Frank Lynn: Why don't you sit your ass at the timekeeper's table and watch me do this the right way!

He points to where he’d like Daphne to go as she stares a hole right through him. Frank watches her walk away before he gets back in the ring. Mesh rolls Frank up from behind!

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Frank kicks out!

Frank lunges at Mesh, but she ducks, rolling into him with his right leg wrapped behind hers – applying the Muscle Crusher! Frank is screaming in pain as Mesh wrenches the hold, pulling back on Frank’s hurt right leg!

Daniel Knight: That’s...that's an MMA submission hold!

Alecia Matthews: Mesh has definitely surprised us all here today! She stepped up!

Daphne looks on from the distance. Frank is reaching for the rope but it’s too far!

Alecia Matthews: That right leg of Frank’s has got to be killing him!

Daniel Knight: Frank Lynn isn’t a tough guy – said no one ever.

Frank’s strength continues to be a factor. He’s able to slowly inch his way towards the group but the pain is too much! Daphne has a concerned look on her face. She rushes towards the ring, banging on the apron again! Frank continues inching his way towards the rope! He holds his breath and reaches as far as he can – grabbing the rope! Mesh lets go of the hold as Frank grabs at his possibly injured leg!

Alecia Matthews: There’s been too many close calls in this match!

Mesh waits for Frank to get up. Mesh bounces off the ropes and nails Frank in the face with a spinning wheel kick! Frank refuses to stay down, although the pain in his leg is preventing him from doing so. He’s on one knee as Mesh follows up with an enzuigiri! Frank still won’t go down. Mesh bounces off the ropes again and brings Frank down with a Mushroom Stomp! Mesh crawls over to Frank and goes for the pin.

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Frank kicks out!

Both competitors are exhausted. At this point, they have gone back-and-forth and have given each other everything. Mesh sluggishly climbs up to the top rope and goes for the 630 Splash again, except this time – Frank moves out of the way! Mesh crashes hard on the mat! Frank immediately grabs Mesh from behind and hits her again with a brutal Backstabber! Frank hooks the leg!

Alecia Matthews: This has to be it!

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Mesh kicks out!

Frank looks surprised. Frank picks Mesh up and chops her, but Mesh chops him back! Frank chops her back, but Mesh returns the favor! It’s a chop-off! Frank chops Mesh a bit harder and she goes down to her knees. Frank bounces off the ropes, drilling Mesh in the face with a high knee! Mesh crumbles like cookie! Daphne screams in excitement! Frank goes for the cover!

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Mesh kicks out!

HOLY S***!
HOLY S***!
HOLY S***!

Alecia Matthews: Listen to this crowd! What a battle this has been! I don’t think anybody expected the match to go this long!

Daphne is getting the crowd riled up as Frank takes a moment to catch his breath and check on his leg. Somehow, he’s managed to fight through the pain and gain control of the match. He rubs his knee as to soothe the aching pain in his leg as he gets up.

With Mesh out cold, Frank seizes the opportunity to finish her off. He sluggishly climbs to the top rope. He points up to the sky before looking down at the fallen Mesh. He warned her, but she didn’t listen. He jumps off from the top and crushes Mesh with the Five-Star Frog Splash!

Daniel Knight: Aaaaaaand she’s done.

Alecia Matthews: You may be right!

Frank hooks the leg!

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3!

DING! DING! DING!

Alecia Matthews: It’s over! It’s finally over!

Christa Adina: Here is your winner…..Frank Lynnnnnnnnn!

The crowd erupts as Frank lays on the mat, panting like a mad man. Daphne is happy, applauding as the referee raises Frank’s arm in a hard-fought victory. Daphne hugs Frank. She looks a lot happier than she has in recent months. The referee goes to check on Mesh who’s stunned but she’s up. Frank notices this and walks over to her. Daphne starts to cheer, thinking Frank’s going to finish the job! Mesh is thinking the same thing as she tries to get up, so she can defend herself. She uses the ropes as leverage, slowly pulling herself off the mat. Suddenly, Frank stops and holds his hand out!

Alecia Matthews: The ultimate sign of respect!

Daniel Knight: What is Frank doing?! Don’t give her any credibility!

Mesh wipes the tears from her eyes once she realizes what's about to happen. She holds her hand out and the two competitors shake hands to an eruption of cheers from the crowd! That isn’t enough for Mesh though – she lunges at Frank and gives him a big hug! She can’t control her emotions as Frank reluctantly hugs her back, an uncomfortable look on his face making it clear that this is awkward! The crowd applauds again as a smile appears on Frank’s face, then he cracks and laughs out loud, much to the chagrin of Daphne who is standing in the corner looking disgusted!

Alecia Matthews: Mesh finally made Frank laugh! What an amazing moment!

Daniel Knight: Oh, please….

Mesh looks up at Frank and laughs too! After they hug, Frank raises her hand for a mutual ovation from the Boston crowd! Mesh starts to cry again, overcome with emotion as Frank puts her over big time! Daphne remains in the corner scowling at the both of them. The referee walks over and hands Frank his belt, which this time he won't let Mesh hold. Not out of any malice mind you, just that he is the champ and wants it clearly known. Mesh applauds Frank as he poses for the rowdy crowd!

The roar of cheers from the Boston crowd suddenly drowns, slowly devolving into a mixed bag of boos. Flabbergasted at first glance, Frank Lynn and Mesh suddenly find themselves cognizant to what’s prompted such an outpouring of disdain from the Boston crowd as Lila Sleater steps out from behind the curtain on the the stage, looking on as the in-ring celebration dies a hard death amid the presence of the WFWF’s general manager.

Lila Sleater: Nicely done, Frank. Nicely done. You too, Mesh. Even in defeat, you’re quickly becoming one to watch, young lady - a fact clearly not lost on your opponent here tonight, either. I hope you’ll forgive me for interrupting, but I do need to beg of your indulgence for just a moment, if you would, Frank.

Lynn looks on, clearly irritated at the presence of his longtime nemesis, but he makes no gesture toward interrupting, instead choosing to lean upon the ropes closest to the stage, waiting impatiently for Sleater to get on with the point.

Lila Sleater: Great. See, Frank. I’ve had the opportunity tonight to do a bit of thinking, and as I considered one bit of business, I found myself continuously drawn back to another again and again. Now, I won’t diminish the talents of that young lady in the ring with you, but there’s a clear bit of disparity between your tenure here in the WFWF and hers.

Lynn’s hometown erupts in boos, even as Sleater barely begins to scratch the surface of whatever it is she’s implying about Frank’s current career trajectory. Looking around as the crowd voices their displeasure, the subject of the moment turns his attention back toward his superior, imploring her to continue.

Lila Sleater: Now, I’m not trying to downtalk the prospect of a week off here and there, but it seems to me this has been a bit of the case ever since things went south, way back at your special one night stint in my position. I mean, stealing David Brennan’s International Championship, resting on your laurels for two straight against a flash in the pan return, and now a hard fought victory over - no disrespect, young lady - a relative rookie?

As Sleater goes on and on, Lynn rolls his eyes, finally positioning them to glare up at her, mouthing “What’s your point?!” as she stands in wait for the downside response of the crowd to subside.

Lila Sleater: The point is, Frank, I may be off base, but I just can’t help but find myself wondering, as I’m sure all these people are too...when are you going to stop taking the easy way out, Frank?

The jeers are deafening now, as the Boston crowd no longer has any remaining patience for what this corporate suit, yes-woman, probably Yankees/Cavs/Jets/ and/or Leafs fan has to say any longer.

Lila Sleater: Fortunately, that line of thought, conveniently enough, brings me back to my first line of business. To a degree, I get it - it can’t be helped. Our roster is hovering at an all time low. The talent pool is running dangerously shallow, in precarious danger of drying up at times. I’ve no doubt in my mind that you want to cement yourself as the undisputed International Champion, but how? We can’t just be handing shots along to any newcomer off the street. You need a challenge Frank. Someone to test your strength, to bring you to your absolute limit - someone who’ll force you to fight your way back, tooth and nail, and make you earn that spot among the top talent in this industry. And to my credit? I’ve failed. I’ve failed to provide that opportunity - a facet some might say is the single most integral aspect of my job. That’s why, tonight, after much consideration and deep, deep thought, I’ve chosen to finally stand aside, offer you that chance, and allow the pieces to finally fall as they may.

Frank pushes off the ropes, spreading his arms wide as if to welcome all comers who might be foolish enough to step to the fighting champion. Just as he does, a screaming distortion tears through the arena, building in ferocity to an ear piercing crescendo.

Alecia Matthews: Oh...my….GOD!!!!

Every white light in the arena flashes in strobe for a full 10 seconds, disorienting the audience even as they come unglued in their fervor over what this all means, until finally the sludgy guitar riff of "MK7" kicks in amidst a myriad of howling vocals. As the song jumps into gear the lights stop flickering and a number of bright spot-lamps all point to the exact same location at the top of the ramp, lighting up the man the people didn’t even know they’d paid to see.

Daniel Knight: Drakz is here! Drakz is finally here! How did he get in the building?!

Drakz steps out on to the stage, shooing Sleater aside as he takes center stage, basking in the adulation that his to-be opponent’s hometown crowd has shifted over entirely on to him. He flashes a toothy, arrogant grin down toward the ring as Lynn stares up at him, his brow furrowed, looking frighteningly ready to pounce, even as he contrasts with Mesh by his side, completely beside herself in the presence of such a figure of legend and renown as Drakz.

Daphne rushes into the ring, pushing Mesh aside and standing by Frank’s side, handing him a microphone she borrowed from Christa Adina.

Frank Lynn: Hey Lila, before you run away you should know that Mak Cross and Mesh are not “the easy way”. I’ll leave it at that as it not my role to speak for them. I’m sure they can speak for themselves and I sincerely hope both will tell you where you can stick your “easy way” comments.

Upon hearing Frank Lynn defending her, Mesh jumps on the second rope and waves her arms in the air to a roar of support from the fans.

Frank Lynn: Now to the obvious elephant in the room. DRAKZ! Welcome back you smug bastard. I don’t know how you convinced Lila Sleater to reinstate you and I don’t care. I’m happy to see you. I owe you a receipt for the ill-fated tag team title match! I want to complete my trifecta of wins over the former members of the New Epoch! I want you!

Frank Lynn drops the mic and spreads his arms again, inviting the former champion to come to the ring and get it on right now. Drakz remains center stage, still smiling. He slowly raises his arm and points at Frank Lynn… or perhaps at the International Championship belt slung over Frank’s shoulder. He mouths the word “Chicago”.

The crowd continues it’s deafening roar as we fade to black…

[King Richius]

I'm feeling better so here it is: Breakout! Good show IMHO.

A big tip of the cap to @ballparkb0b  for the main event (and a segment too).  Thanks to all who contributed segments: CM Poor , Kyzer , and input from @kenshin & Cameron Stone .

[Kyzer]

Very entertaining. Loved it.

[Deleted]

Really good show everyone!

I legit lol'd at Kyzer Jor-El. "F*** Power Rangers and Zordon" XDDDDDD

Ante/Reina and Brennan/Needles were brutal as expected.

The main event was 'ight but congrats to Frank for the win!

As one, it would've been nice to see a rookie get an upset win but the vets certainly didn't make it easy.

Looking forward to the next show!

[The Gangsta]

Really top notch show guys. I'm looking forward to whatever's next.

[bad guy™]

Great show. Admittedly, I did think Mesh won over King Richius, but that's neither here nor there. The writing of the show was top notch. Y'all doing good stuff here.

[King Richius]

In case you folks missed it: Drakz is back! Can I get a Hip Hip Hooray?

[CM Poor]

Jun 26, 2018 12:53:36 GMT -5 King Richius said:

In case you folks missed it: Drakz is back! Can I get a Hip Hip Hooray?

I mean, that's easily missed, right?
He only held the top title for over a year, right?
Pfft.

[Kyzer]

Jun 26, 2018 12:53:36 GMT -5 King Richius said:

In case you folks missed it: Drakz is back! Can I get a Hip Hip Hooray?

Meh. Who cares....

[Drakz]

Jun 26, 2018 13:37:52 GMT -5 Kyzer said:

Jun 26, 2018 12:53:36 GMT -5 King Richius said:

In case you folks missed it: Drakz is back! Can I get a Hip Hip Hooray?

Meh. Who cares....

I know, right?

I mean, who did he really beat during that reign?