The WFWF Goes to HELL - Results

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The pay-per-view opens with a small TV atop a desk. It magically turns on by itself with static adorning the screen as the camera slowly zooms in...

Suddenly, it switches to various instances where mean people said that one day, the WFWF would go to hell. The voices of former wrestlers, reporters, pundits and fans all saying that the WFWF is going to hell are all garbled together until it's nothing but white noise....

Until...

BOOM!

The TV spontaneously combusts into a ball of fire!

We then go live to Hell, Michigan  where the thermometer reads 100 °F as rapid wrestling fans converge outside the Public Square Park. They're hot and bothered but they came regardless to witness one hell of a good time!

Cue the theme song for tonight's show....



The blazing sun is raining down balls of fire as a massive crowd starts to fill the Public Square Park, surrounding the WFWF ring which has appropriate flame ring skirts and red ropes.

Nearby are a small vocal group of protesters being led by Ichabod Slipp whose signs reads, #JUSTICEFORSLIPP, written in black sharpie. He’s holding a megaphone with his other hand, airing his grievances to anyone that’s willing to listen.


Ichabod Slipp: I am being silenced! The WFWF are targeting ME for speaking the truth about them and their unconstitutional business tactics! I am the victim!

The small crowd of six fans all cheer the disgraced journalist as more and more people continue to converge inside Public Square Park.

Ichabod Slipp: Don’t give the WFWF your hard-earned money! They are run by gangsters, con artists and swindlers!

Passerby’s look at Slipp as if he was a rambling madman but he speaks with such conviction that it’s not hard to see why more and more people are joining in the group.

Ichabod Slipp: Allen “All In the WFWF’s Pockets” Neal is a joke! I am the face of journalism and I’m the martyr!

The smarter members of the crowd walk by, hurling insults at Slipp but he responds right back!

Ichabod Slipp: No, you’re stupid! I’m surprised your mom let you out of the basement so you could experience real life for a change, you dumb mark!

One fan in particular – of course, wearing a David F'N Brennan shirt approaches Slipp and pours water on him!

Slipp becomes enraged and lunges at the fan but PSP Security run in and tackle Slipp to the ground. The fan with bad taste gets escorted away.

The journalist fights back, refusing to stay silent!

Ichabod Slipp: I AM BEING ASSAULTED!!! THE WFWF IS PHYSICALLY ASSAULTING ME!!!

The small crowd of protestors start to get physical with security as well and then…

All hell breaks loose!

With a helicopter flying above the public event, it captures the moshpit-like scene with security and disgruntled wrestling fans! Local police officers interfere, assisting the security officers in securing the scene. One officer handcuffs Slipp and takes him to the patrol car but even in handcuffs, Slipp rambles.

Ichabod Slipp: I am being arrested for standing up for my rights! I AM BEING ARRESTED FOR STANDING UP FOR MY RIGHTS!!!

Local police and security manage to cause the group to disperse. Some of the protesters, realizing that the demonstration is over casually walk towards Public Square Park as if they weren't in a small riot just a minute ago to enjoy…



Instead of the usual pyro and ballyhoo, bro - the show is opened with fire.

Lots of fire as if Satan himself was making a grand entrance. The entrance stage features two large screens with a looped video of the WFWF logo engulfed in flames playing. In front of the usual curtain to the back is a large black gate with spikes at the end.

Impaled on the spikes are two skulls. There's a sign on the gate which reads ominously:

"Abandon all hope ye who enter here.."

The piece de resistance is the large mechanical dragon that's sitting comfortably at the very top of the entrance stage, right above the gate. Its eyes light up and suddenly, the dragon breathes fire that shoots down the entire entrance ramp in the most explosive pyro shot ever!

After that, the dragon settles down and sits back down atop the stage. The lights then dim as the sun starts to set over the arena the WFWF has setup in the Public Square Park. An impatient crowd, mainly from a long afternoon of tailgating in the hot sun, lets out a cheer. They are ready for the WFWF to go to Hell!

High above the ring lies the sleeping beast, known as the Hell in a Cell....

Christa’s voice booms out over the P/A system:

Christa Adina: Ladies and Gentlemen, Welcome to The WFWF Goes to Hell! Before we start the action, we’d like to introduce the newest member of the WFWF family, former WFWF superstar and new color commentator Maxwell Dachs!

A spotlight shines down on the stage as two staffers dressed as bellboys roll out a red carpet. Once they complete their task, Maxwell Dachs steps out into view. He steps onto the red carpet and twirls for the crowd, showing off a purple crushed velvet tuxedo, ruffled orange shirt, green tie, and topped off by a purple fedora with a green band holding an orange feather. The smug smile on his face completes his very Joker like appearance.

He holds his hands out to either side and is joined by two wannabe supermodels in tight fitting, revealing dresses. They take a spot on either side of Max and intertwine arms. Then Max begins his stroll down to ringside.

When Max gets to the announcer’s table, he takes each woman’s hand in his and kisses it. The ladies return the kiss with a fancy curtsy and make their way back up the ramp to a chorus of catcalls and whistles. before exiting backstage, they turn and blow kisses, nobody quite sure if they are intended for Max or the crowd.

Max takes his seat next to Alecia, removes his hat and places it dead center on the table, and puts on his headset.

Alecia Matthews: Allow me to be the first to welcome you to the team Max.

Maxwell Dachs: And allow me to be the first to say the show will be a hundred times better because I am back in the WFWF! How you all put up with Daniel Knight for so long is beyond me.

Alecia Matthews: It was… trying times. So how excited are you to be commentating your first WFWF show?

Maxwell Dachs: I could do without the heat and humidity. I thought the WFWF could afford to run shows inside air conditioned arenas. My tux is going be ruined by the end of the night.

Alecia Matthews: The card Max. I was referring to the matches we get to call tonight. It’s a stacked card full of grudge matches and extreme stipulations.

Maxwell Dachs: Extreme stipulations don’t always translate into great wrestling action so we’ll see. I am intrigued by the hell in a cell match between Anna and Needles since both are quite proficient with weapons. I’m even more intrigued by the main event, which has the potential to be an epic encounter to determine who is the greatest International Champion of all time.

Alecia Matthews: I don’t think it will settle the debate but the winner will certainly add a huge feather to their cap. Do you have a pick to share with us?

Maxwell Dachs: I do but I’ll keep it to myself.

Alecia Matthews: I have to give the edge to Frank Lynn. He’s on a roll while Thunder has five years of ring rust to shake off. But I wouldn’t be surprised if Thunder pulled off what many would consider an upset.

Maxwell Dachs: how very decisive of you my sexy co-host. Now that the prediction is out of the way, shall we dispense with any further hyperbole and get to the action? The sooner this show starts, the sooner it ends and I can get back to my air conditioned trailer. Damn is it hot in Hell!

Alecia Matthews: Agreed. Without further ado, ladies and gentlemen: Welcome to Hell! Let the chaos and carnage begin!

Backstage, Kay Fabe awaits the arrival of Johnny Mason. News of the accident involving his son has left the wrestling world shaken. The boy’s father then appears with a hoodie on and his head down, quite the opposite from their last encounter.

Kay Fabe: Hello Johnny. Thank you so much for coming in today after everything that’s happened. Everyone at the WFWF is so sorry and saddened to hear the news about your son –

Johnny looks visibly upset as he sighs.

Johnny Mason: Can we not talk about that? Please?

The backstage interviewer frowns but due to her willingness to always ask the tough questions, she persists.

Kay Fabe: I understand this is a rough time for you, but could you please provide an update on your son? The world wants to know.

Johnny Mason: They don’t know anything, okay? He’s still in the hospital and…and…

Kay sees that Johnny is in no shape to talk about the incident, so she tries changing the subject.

Kay Fabe: Well…let’s talk about tonight, and your match then. We have seen that your opponent, Daisy can be a major threat to anybody and everybody here in the WFWF. What is your game plan for the match?

Johnny Mason: My game plan? My game plan is to beat – no, destroy her and nothing, nobody is going to stop me from accomplishing that!

He looks right into the camera where everyone in the crowd can hear his words, loud and clear.

Johnny Mason: Daisy, if you're watching this, just know that I'll do whatever it takes to run right through you. By any means necessary!

It appears like Mason is being overwhelmed with emotions as his voice starts to crack.

Johnny Mason: By the end of tonight, Bryce is going to know that his dad, his father is a winner!

Kay Fabe: Well good luck, Johnny and -

Johnny Mason: Luck? I don't need luck. You've never seen me like this, no one has. Yes, I’m broken down. This is the lowest point of my life but if I can make anything good out of this situation, it is that I'm going to win.

I have to win. Otherwise…

Johnny starts to shake, like everything he’s bottled up inside is about to manifest itself and then –

BANG!

Kay shrieks in fear as Johnny punches a hole in the wall before storming off.



Back at ringside, the lights dim, the intro to PJ Harvey’s ‘Rid of Me’ barely audible over the noise of the crowd. A blood red spotlight starts to dart its way around the arena, this continues for a minute or so, before eventually stopping at the stage, Daisy stepping into the red light and becoming the focus of the crowd’s attention.

Christa Adina: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from Amherst, Massachusetts, weighing in at one hundred and forty pounds…”The Delicate Little Flower” - Daisy!!!

The ‘Delicate Little Flower’ slowly wanders down the ring, a playful smile on her face – which might seem like a pleasant young woman enjoying her chance to perform in the WFWF – if it weren’t surrounded by her demonic white and black face paint.

Daisy enters the ring just as ‘Rid of Me’ erupts “Don’t you wish you, never, never met her”, the violent young woman surveys the audience, stops and slowly blows a kiss down the ramp.

Then, a pair of haunting, choir voices echo throughout the arena, followed by the melodic voice, backed up by drums and a distant guitar -

Oh, I'll never kill myself to save my soul

I was gone, but how was I to know?

I didn't come this far to sink so low

I'm finally holding on to letting go

I'll never kill myself to save my soul

I'm finally holding on to letting go

The song builds and builds, the vocals, drums and guitar until...

I'm finally holding on to letting go!

The banging of the drums are thick and the guitar rips through the speakers causing the arena to shake as the song continues to rip and shred, echoing into the sky.

Christa Adina: And her opponent, from Indianapolis, Indiana, weighing in at two hundred and twenty pounds.....Johnny Mason!

Johnny Mason the steps out from the curtain with his hands on his waist. The black hoodie that he’s wearing hides his face and he seems to be taking his time as he walks down the ramp.

Alecia Matthews: I must commend Johnny Mason for even showing up. After what happened with his son, all the odds are stacked against him.

Maxwell Dachs: Being the professional that I am, I did my research before coming to Hell and yup, much respect to Mr. Mason. The guy looks like crap though. Looks like he hasn’t slept in days.

Alecia Matthews: I’m not surprised.

Mason makes his way down to the ring, focusing on his opponent. He doesn’t pose in the corner for the fans, opting to immediately charge towards Daisy instead!

Alecia Matthews: OH! And we are off to the races here in Hell!

Johnny Mason hammers away at the Delicate Little Flower with stiff shots to the face and chest! The referee tries to separate them, but Mason has the look of a madman in his eyes, so he shoves the referee away and continues to beat on Daisy!

Alecia Matthews: Johnny Mason is taking out all his frustrations out on Daisy!

Maxwell Dachs: I don’t know why but I think she’s enjoying this.

He grabs her by the hair and throws her across the ring like a rag doll! Before Daisy can react, Mason is already there, running up on her with a dropkick!

Alecia Matthews: Daisy bounced off the turnbuckle!

Maxwell Dachs: Did you see her head bounce like a freakin’ baseketball?!

Daisy moans in pain as she uses the ropes to leverage herself up but on the other side of the ring is Johnny Mason, winding up –

SMACK!

Alecia Matthews: OH! Running knees to the back!

Maxwell Dachs: Spines shouldn’t make noises like that….

Mason yells as he stomps away at Daisy’s back until the referee shoves him back!

Alecia Matthews: I know there’s a lot on Mason’s mind right now, but he should be careful. He’s going to get himself disqualified.

Maxwell Dachs: I don’t think he cares. He just wants Daisy to feel it. Feel the pain that he has inside. Besides, the match hasn’t even officially started yet!

The two get in each other’s face before Mason shoves the referee away. As Mason approaches his downed opponent, she ducks underneath and gets him good with a low blow!

Maxwell Dachs: OH! Let’s hope Mason doesn’t want more kids.

Alecia Matthews: Oh, come on now! Too soon!

Daisy then hops onto Mason’s back -

Alecia Matthews: OH MY GOD! She’s digging her fingernails into his eyes!

Maxwell Dachs: This could be the opportunity Daisy needs to get the upper hand!

Mason screams in pain as Daisy grins from ear to ear at the sounds her opponent is making. The referee then pulls the Delicate Little Flower off Mason and warns her. Johnny Mason stumbles his way to the outside, screaming in pain as he wanders away from his opponent….

But Daisy, still grinning stalks him.

She’s laughing….

Maxwell Dachs: Look at her...

Alecia Matthews: I know right?

Maxwell Dachs: That facepaint really masks her natural beauty.

Alecia Matthews: Ugh.

Daisy toys with the blind Mason by standing in front of him but Mason stumbles right past her, rubbing his eyes with his fingers. Daisy then extends her foot forward, causing Mason to trip!

She starts to laugh again…

Alecia Matthews: She tripped a blind man, that’s all kinds of messed up!

With her blinded opponent down, she mounts him and proceeds to bite his neck and ears! Mason’s screams only grow louder and more agonizing as his feet kick under Daisy!

Maxwell Dachs: Come on, ref! Do your job!

Alecia Matthews: He’s trying!

The referee pries Daisy off Mason who scurries away, continuing to scream in pain. While the referee scolds Daisy, she continues to smile…

Daisy approaches Mason, who has managed to take off most of the hoodie, but he still can’t see. Daisy hunches down next to him, laughing.

Daisy: How does it feel, Johnny? How does it feel knowing that little Bryce can’t watch me rip you apart?

The mere mention of his son’s name is enough to ignite the rage inside Mason as he lunges at Daisy but he’s still blind, so he falls flat on his face while Daisy continues to mock him.

The referee orders Daisy to back away but then she grabs Mason’s hoodie and throws him back inside. He crawls away, attempting to take the hoodie off until–

Alecia Matthews: OH MY GOD! Double stomp off the top rope from Daisy! Right on Mason’s back!

Maxwell Dachs: Believe that’s called Warrior’s Way, which is ironic since real warriors wouldn't attack enemies from behind. Just sayin'.

Mason flails in pain as Daisy continues to grin.

Maxwell Dachs: The moment you realize that Daisy is only smiling because she gets to inflict more pain on Johnny Mason…

Daisy continues to taunt and mock Mason, slowly approaching the man whose back is against the corner until –

SMACK!

Alecia Matthews: RUNNING BICYCLE KNEE STRIKE!

The crowd pops! Mason takes off the hoodie, vigorously rubbing his eyes, both bloodshot but he can see again! With both competitors in the ring for more than two seconds, the referee calls for the bell!

DING! DING! DING!

Maxwell Dachs: Finally, we’re are officially underway here in Hell!

Alecia Matthews: Yeah but these two have punished each other already. I don’t see this match going on much longer.

He mouths a few words before approaching Daisy. He picks her up by the hair and proceeds to knock her silly with stiff European uppercuts!

Maxwell Dachs: There goes her head bouncing off the pads like a basketball again…

Mason gets that look in his eyes again as he continues to savagely assault Daisy, but the referee pulls him away, warning him.

Mason grabs Daisy and gets right in her face –

Johnny Mason: Don’t you ever talk about my son again!

Mason grits his teeth to the point his lips quiver before grabbing Daisy and dropping her with a swinging neckbreaker!

Mason then drags Daisy’s lifeless body near the turnbuckle. He climbs up –

Alecia Matthews: OH! Double knee drop from the top right onto Daisy’s stomach!

Mason’s frenetic breathing along with his bulging eyes says that he isn’t done yet. Daisy groans in pain as she flails around on the mat, grasping at her stomach.

He proceeds to stomp away at the damaged area of his sadistic opponent. He picks her up and drives his knee right into her stomach, causing Daisy to yelp.

He repeats the move again.

And again.

And again.

Daisy crawls away from Mason but then Mason waits on the opposite side…

Once Daisy is up….

Alecia Matthews: Oh my! Running knees to the damaged stomach of the Delicate Little Flower!

He picks her up and puts her in the same position…

He walks to the opposite corner…

Alecia Matthews: Oh no…..I think Daisy broke a rib or something….

Daisy is grimacing at this point, grabbing her stomach, hoping to stop the immense pain but Mason doesn’t care. He picks her up yet again and puts her in the corner…

SMACK!

Daisy yelps again, falling forward, rolling up into a ball.

Alecia Matthews: Johnny Mason has lost it!

Those eyes continue to stare a hole right through Daisy, but he isn’t done. He picks her up and one, more time drives his knees right into Daisy’s stomach at full speed!

Maxwell Dachs: Okay, I’m getting uncomfortable now…

Alecia Matthews: Yeah, me too….

The referee sees the amount of pain that Daisy is in and goes to check on her but that doesn’t stop Mason!

He shoves the referee, gets Daisy up and finishes her off –

SMACK!

With another running bicycle knee strike! Daisy’s body goes limb and she crumbles.

Mason hooks the leg.

1!

2!

3!

DING! DING! DING!

Alecia Matthews: Thank God this match is over….

Maxwell Dachs: We knew this match was going to be violent, but I don’t think anyone expected to get like that….Mason kept his word though. He destroyed Daisy.

Alecia Matthews: Clearly, Daisy poked the bear by talking about Mason’s son, but it was that which led to her downfall here tonight.

The referee doesn’t bother raising Mason’s arm in victory. His eyes stayed glued onto his fallen opponent with zero remorse in his eyes.

Christa Adina: Here is your winner….Johnny Mason!

Mason approaches Daisy and hunches down by her.

Johnny Mason: Don’t you ever talk about my son again!

And with that, Johnny Mason leaves the ring and heads straight for the back, his body covered in scratches and bite marks while Daisy is left a broken heap.

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A dim light turns on, revealing The Father sitting in a wooden chair, his head down, he lifts his head and faces the camera.

The Father: Hello WFWF, isn’t it a wonderful thing that I am back on your screens?

He smiles sinisterly into the camera, before The Wolf walks into the frame.

The Father: I will teach all of you the power of ‘Yes’ tonight...a simple three letter word that can do so much good in this world…

He holds up his bible, and for the first time we get a have a good look at the book, it has a white cover, with gold accents and a gold logo on the front of it, the same that is tattooed on The Fathers back.

The Father: This...this right here will guide all of you lost sheep to freedom...the words of god...the words of The Father...

He leans back in the chair, taking his glasses off.

The Father: Tonight...tonight I take on Billy Broom...which I am actually looking forward too...he was one of the few people I wanted to face when I came to the WFWF...tonight…I get to prove all the non-believers wrong again...

He leans in, coming closer to the camera.

The Father: No matter what happens, the plan continues on its intended course...and there is nothing anyone can do to stop it!

The Father gets up and walks away from the camera, The Wolf hangs around for a second before again, pulling out his pistol and firing a single shot into the camera, ending the feed.

With that, we're back at ringside with Alecia Matthews and a very confused Maxwell Dachs.

Maxwell Dachs: Did we just get hacked?

Alecia Matthews: Nahh, that's Father's shtick - taking over the broadcast to spread his "message".

Maxwell Dachs: And the production people can't do anything about it?

Alecia Matthews: Not really. He's done this since SuperBrawl. Why?

Maxwell Dachs: Well, I'm atheist so religious mumbo jumbo tends to irritate me.

Alecia Matthews: Oh. Then I'm sure you'll just love our next match!



Then, the lights go out.

Chimes and bells are the only noise heard until ghastly whispers start to creep in. The whispers sound like they're coming from all over the arena....

Loud, ominous chants then start to blast through Public Square Park with thunderous drums in the background. Smoke emerges from the stage, eclipsing everything in sight until a man walks through the smoke...

A man in a suit slowly walks down the ramp to the ring, carrying his own version of the bible in one hand, arms spread out wide. Unlike his debut, The Father is being accompanied to the ring by another man, identical to The Father in height but not as shaggy in appearance.

Christa Adina: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, from Parts Unknown, weighing in at one hundred and ninety-three pounds..."The Father" Luke Marshall!

Maxwell Dachs: ....okay but who is that other guy?

Alecia Matthews: I have no idea. Everything pertaining to The Father is shrouded in mystery but who knows – maybe we’ll find out?

The Father hits the ring and raises his version of the bible with both hands above his head, before walking to a corner, handing his bible to The Wolf and whispers things in his ear.

He then goes back inside the ring and removes his jacket and unbuttons his shirt, revealing his body, which is covered in homemade tattoos of things like a crown on his chest, crosses on his upper arms, a portrait of a woman on his left forearm, and a weird looking symbol on his back and his body is covered in self infliced scars of the words "Sinner", "Sloth", "Greed", "Lust" and "Gluttony".

The thrashing metal guitar riffs of "Gimme Chocolate" by Babymetal deafen everyone in the arena. "The Cleaner" Billy Broom comes out on stage in ripped jean shorts with a plaid hoodie, swinging a mop above his head like a madman. After ten seconds or so, he smashes the mop on the stage.

Christa Adina: And his opponent, from Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania...weighing in at two hundred and forty pounds…”The Cleaner” - Billy Broom!!!

Billy "moshes" his way to the ring slapping the hands of fans along the way until he reaches the ringside area, sliding in under the bottom rope. The music fades, and the energetic janitor composes himself, turning his attention towards The Father who’s waiting in the corner across the ring.

DING! DING! DING!

Billy walks to the center of the ring while The Father stays leaning against the turnbuckle. He shouts at The Father to come out and fight, putting his fists up but The Father stays still with a smirk on his face. The Wolf, bible in hand paces back-and-forth, his dark eyes fixated on The Janitor.

Billy Broom: C’mon, you bastard! Fight me!

The Father doesn’t budge, and Billy is getting impatient, so he lunges at The Father but in a split second, The Father moves, and Billy goes shoulder first into the ring post!

Alecia Matthews: Billy walked right into The Father’s trap. Smart way to gain the advantage right off the bat.

The Father immediately kicks Billy in the stomach, proceeding to stomp away at the target that is Billy’s gut. The ring shakes with every stomp.

The Father then grabs Billy and goes to irish whip him to the opposite side but instead pulls him back towards him, driving his knee right into his Billy’s stomach!

Maxwell Dachs: This Father guy is showing everyone here just how smart he is by targeting a body part this early in the match. That’s what I would do if I wanted to incapacitate my opponent.

Alecia Matthews: Billy’s tough though, I wouldn’t count him out so soon.

Maxwell Dachs: I’m not, it’s just going to be way harder for The Janitor the longer this match goes on.

Billy is crawling away from The Father who is stalking him, walking behind The Janitor as he grabs the ropes to help him up. The Father holds his arms out and mouths words as Billy gets up to his feet but then –

WHACK!

Axe handle smash to the spine of Billy sends him down to the mat yet again, only this time The Father immediately responds with him, stepping on Billy’s back and walk over him.

Using the pointed front of his shoes, he kicks Billy in the gut, causing The Janitor to roll under the bottom rope, giving himself some space as he thuds onto the grassy outside. The Father stands in the center of the ring with his arms out as The Wolf holds the bible above his head, eyes closed.

Fans in the front row cheer Billy on as he gets up to his feet but at this point, The Father is right in Billy’s face!

Alecia Matthews: Father with a right hand – NO! Billy ducks!

Billy then shoves The Father into the hardest part of the ring – the apron before clubbing the tattooed and scarred back of his opponent. The referee starts counting the two men out:

1!

2!

3!

Billy grabs The Father and sends him into the steel ring steps! The Wolf sees his brother in pain and looks concerned. Billy motions at his opponent to get up, instead The Father crawls towards the timekeeper’s area and now it’s Billy that’s doing the stalking.

4!

5!

6!

Alecia Matthews: Billy just threw The Father right through the timekeeper’s area!!

Maxwell Dachs: Well, our resident janitor better get this match back in the ring before he runs out of time.

Alecia Matthews: ....was that supposed to be a pun?

Maxwell Dachs: Nope.

Alecia Matthews: Oh. Okay.

The timekeeper doesn’t get paid enough to have guys thrown in his general direction, making a mess of the ringside area. Even Christa Adina got out of dodge. The Wolf walks around to check on his brother but Billy keeps him at bay.

Billy Broom: Get the f**k back or you’ll get some too!

The Wolf tenses up with his arms at his side, Billy puts his dukes up, ready to fight him as well but The Wolf backs away slowly, keeping his eyes locked on Billy as he does so.

7!

8!

With The Wolf a good distance away, Billy picks The Father up amidst the chaos that is the timekeeper’s area and throws him back inside the squared circle, breaking the count.

Alecia Matthews: Billy with the ground-and-pound offense here.

The Father tries blocking the stiff punches from Billy, but The Janitor is in good position as he drops hammers onto The Father’s face. The Wolf watches on, his knuckles turning white as he grips the bible.

The Father manages to grab the ropes which forces Billy to break the hold. He takes a few steps back before coming towards the down Father again, but Billy gets flipped over the ropes, landing on the apron albeit awkwardly.

The Father swings for Billy’s head but again, he misses as Billy ducks underneath, driving his shoulders into The Father’s gut.

Alecia Matthews: Whoa! Sunset flip by Billy!

Maxwell Dachs: I didn’t think he was capable of something like that.

Alecia Matthews: Neither did I!

With Father’s shoulders on the mat, the referee starts the count –

1!

2!

The Father closes his legs, crushing Billy’s head which breaks the count. Billy is a bit stunned after getting his melon squashed which means The Father is in control again. With Billy on all fours, The Father bounces off the ropes and –

Alecia Matthews: OH MY! Did you hear the impact?!

Maxwell Dachs: Take it from me, folks – when a move makes a sound like that, it hurts. A lot.

Father drills Billy in the face with a knee trembler! He drops like a bag of bricks, his arms sprawled out as The Father hooks the leg.

1!

2!

Maxwell Dachs: Oh wow, he kicked out!

Alecia Matthews: See, I told you he’s tough.

Billy looks dazed and confused but Father remains on the aggressive, repeatedly striking Billy in the side of the head with a knee. The Wolf watches on, his body reacting every time a knee connects to the dome of The Janitor.

Maxwell Dachs: Mark Hamill’s doppelganger looks to be enjoying this.

Alecia Matthews: Oh, so I’m not the only one who sees it too?

Maxwell Dachs: Nope.

Alecia Matthews: Awesome, and now Father with those knees still –

Maxwell Dachs: Looks like The Father is going full force right about now.

Alecia Matthews: Was that a pun?

Maxwell Dachs: Yup.

Alecia Matthews: Okay.

Billy uses the ropes to get up the mat, but The Father continues the assault, driving his knee into Billy’s gut. The louder Billy yelps in pain, the faster Father uses his knees to hurt The Janitor. With Billy hurt, The Father grabs him by the waist and brings him down on the back of his head in a bridging position with a german suplex!

1!

2!

Billy kicks out! The Father smirks at Billy’s resiliency as he stands up, waiting in the corner for his opponent to get up! The Public Square Park crowd is super into this match as they chant for The Janitor!

GO, BILLY GO!

GO BILLY GO!

GO, BILLY GO!

GO, BILLY GO!

The Father pays no attention to the crowd as he bobs his body, back-and-forth with his hands on the ropes, waiting like a snake in the grass…

Once Billy starts to show signs of life, he gets up but The Father charges towards him like a raging bull, his right arm extended out…

Suddenly, the crowd all groan in unison!

Alecia Matthews: Oh my! Both men just nearly decapitated each other with clotheslines from hell!!

Maxwell Dachs: Good golly Miss Molly!

The Wolf’s eyes grow wide at the sight of seeing The Father out cold but so is his opponent. The referee begins to count both men down.

1!

2!

3!

The Wolf gets as close as he can to The Father, appearing to by mouthing words to his older brother. Meanwhile, the crowd chants for Billy!

LET’S GO, BILLY LET’S GO!
*clap, clap*

4!

5!

LET’S GO, BILLY LET’S GO!
*clap, clap*

LET’S GO, BILLY LET’S GO!
*clap, clap*

6!

7!

LET’S GO, BILLY LET’S GO!
*clap, clap*

Both men start to move. Billy shakes his head, trying to shake the cobwebs while Father squeezes his hands shut before quickly opening them again as to allow blood flow into his hands. Both men also use the ropes as leverage, each man trying to be the first to their feet.

Maxwell Dachs: Not only is this edge-of-your-seat action, it’s also very important. Whoever gets up first is going to have the upper hand going forward and after what these two men have put each other through, I don’t think either of them can afford that.

Billy is on one knee….

Father is one knee….

8!

Billy is on both knees….

Father is on both knees…

9!

Maxwell Dachs: My big, beautiful heart is pounding now!

Alecia Matthews: Who’s going to get up first?!

Using every bit of raw strength they have left, both men manage to pull themselves off the mat and onto their feet, barely breaking the count! The crowd pops, this match is still on!

Both competitors, on opposite sides of the squared circle lock eyes!

Alecia Matthews: Look at the intensity of these two!

Billy starts hurling words at his opponent which results in The Father smirking as he breathes heavily.

Billy Broom: Is that all you got?! Huh?!

The Father continues to smirk which only serves to annoy The Janitor. The Father the extends his hand out, motioning to his opponent to bring it!

Audible oohs and ahhs from the crowd. Billy mouths more words at The Father before running towards him!

The Father gets Billy onto his shoulders, going for some kind of impact move but Billy gets out of the hold!

Alecia Matthews: Discus elbow strike from The Father – NO! Billy blocked it! DDT FROM THE JANITOR!!

The crowd pops as The Father goes down! Billy doesn’t pin The Father right away though.

Maxwell Dachs: The longer Billy takes to make the pin; the more likely Father is to kick out.

Alecia Matthews: Yeah, but he’s exhausted. Billy still remains in control of the match.

The Father is out, Billy inches his body closer to his opponent, slinging his arm across the scarred chest of The Father.

1!

2!

Alecia Matthews: NO! Father kicked out!

Maxwell Dachs: See, Billy took too long. It also didn’t help that he just threw his arm over The Father, that’s not the most effective way to pin a guy.

Billy pounds the mat in frustration while The Wolf watches on, grinning. In a rare sight, Billy starts to climb the turnbuckle.

Alecia Matthews: The Janitor is going high! Is he going for Bombs Away?

Maxwell Dachs: If that move is as powerful as it sounds, this could be it here.

The Janitor slowly makes his way to the turnbuckle and balances his two-hundred-and-forty-pound body at the very top.

The crowd watches in awe as Billy jumps off, the flashes of hundreds of thousands of cameras going off all at once –

Alecia Matthews: OH! Father moved! Father moved!

Almost immediately, The Father kicks Billy in the midsection, hooks his arms and spikes him on his head with Sent from Above! Billy is out cold!

Maxwell Dachs: Stick a fork in ‘em, Matty – Billy is done.

…. yet, The Father slides out of the ring instead…

Maxwell Dachs: What?! Why isn't he pinning Billy!? He has the match won!

Alecia Matthews: I have no idea - why is he going for a microphone?

Indeed, The Father approaches Christa Adina, extending his hand out towards her. Something possesses the lavish ring announcer to hand him the microphone as he puts it to his mouth.

The Father: Billy, Billy, Billy...I’m not going to end this match…

The Father rolls into the ring with The Wolf following, bible in hand.

The Father: I could’ve...I should’ve just ended this match right there...but I didn’t...and there is a good reason behind it...

The Father kneels in front of Billy, smirking as he helps him up to his knees.

The Father: Because I have a story to tell you, Billy...the story of a man called The Wolf….

He stands up in front of Billy, then starts walking around the ring, and around Billy.

The Father: You see Billy...The Wolf has spent most of his adult life fighting...fighting for what he believed to be the right thing…he was a lot like you are now in that respect…

He stops as he is behind Billy, who is still down but groggy. The Father leans against the ropes, catching his breath, before continuing to speak.

The Father: You are fighting for your daughter...you want redemption...trying to make up for not being able to defend her honor at SuperBrawl...The Wolf spent most of his life fighting for our mother’s honor...

He walks around to the front of the ring, the direction that Billy is facing and goes down on one knee in front of Billy.

The Father: Now...The Wolf spent years fighting for the man...fighting anyone and everyone he got told to...until one day...he asked himself what was he really fighting for...and he couldn't answer his own question...which made him question everything about what he was doing and why he was really doing it...then I extended an olive branch to him...

He places his bible by his side, then a hand on Billy's shoulder.

The Father: ...and The Wolf realized that what he was doing was wrong...and there was no purpose to what he was doing...he finally had a purpose...he had salvation...which is what I am here to offer you Billy...salvation...a way out...something to actually fight for.

He takes his hand off his shoulder and picks his bible up again.

The Father: Now...I don't know if you think that I am what I say I am… for I do not know what you think...but I want you to do something for me Billy...

The Father gives his bible to The Wolf again, who holds it out towards Billy.

The Father: I want you to place your hand on the bible, Billy...I know you’re not a religious man...but I want you to do that...and I want you to just say yes...those three letters will stop all of this Billy...those three letters will give you a cause to fight for...those three letters…

He pauses, looking towards The Wolf...then back towards Billy.

Upon hearing that name, Billy gets a jolt of energy and instead of answering, he tackles The Father to the ground and repeatedly headbutts him!

Alecia Matthews: HE’S FIGHTING FOR HIS DAUGHTER! HE’S DOING ALL OF THIS FOR HER!

Maxwell Dachs: The Toxic Avenger looks like a man possessed!

The Wolf watches his older brother get his face crushed in and goes to grab Billy but somehow, he detects The Wolf coming towards him and clotheslines him to the outside! The crowd has come unglued!

Maxwell Dachs: Down goes Wolfy!

There’s some blood on the bridge of Billy’s nose, pouring down his face as he starts to feel it now!

Billy Broom: Keep my daughter’s name out of your mouth!

As The Father cowers away, Billy sees the bible and picks it up.

Billy’s eyes grow wider and wider the more he reads what’s inside. His face is one of disgust the more he skims through the book.

Maxwell Dachs: I’m guessing Billy isn’t a fan of fiction literature?

Alecia Matthews: Oh geez…

Billy then tosses the bible aside without a care in the world, but it’s caught by the timekeeper instead. Grabbing the back of his head, a frantic Wolf rushes over and snatches it from the timekeeper, shouting at the employee.

With Father still down, facing the corner Billy approaches him –

Alecia Matthews: Spinning back fist from The Father – NO! Billy countered! Billy countered!

Grabbing his arm, Billy gets The Father down and locks in the Rings of Saturn! For the first time in this match, The Father is showing signs of pain!

Billy Broom: Tap! Tap! Tap, motherf**ker! Tap!

Alecia Matthews: Father has nowhere to go! He’s trapped!!

With every crank of Father’s neck, Billy’s head swivels, tightening the hold more and more!

The screaming is getting louder and louder – and more agonizing! The Father kicks his legs, hoping to touch the ropes, looking for any way out of this hold!

Maxwell Dachs: He’s either getting his arm broken or his neck broken – not exactly the best situation to be in! He’s like a mouse caught in the strangling grip of a python!

The life in Father’s face is dissipating! His eyes are slowly closing, the fight in his legs is giving out! His head falls forward and that’s it – he’s lifeless!

The referee calls it!

DING! DING! DING!

Maxwell Dachs: He’s out!

Alecia Matthews: The Father passed out!

The crowd erupts!

Christa Adina: Here is your winner…”The Cleaner” Billy Broom!

The Wolf yells from the outside upon the realization that his brother was defeated. Billy raises his arms up in the air, celebrating his hard-fought victory!

Alecia Matthews: What a match!

Maxwell Dachs: Science prevailed over religion in this epic battle!

Billy stands atop the turnbuckle, posing for the crowd that stood behind him! He then leaves the ring and high-fives all the fans in the front row. The Wolf, not taking his eye off The Janitor enters the ring to check on his brother, who has yet to wake.

The WFWF’s resident janitor marches up the ramp without addressing the fans.

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Maxwell Dachs: Boy, that was a fun one!

Alecia Matthews: You can say that again!

Maxwell Dachs: Boy, that was a fun one!

Alecia Matthews: .....

A pulsating beat starts to pound through the arena speakers –

IT’S THE FIRST OF THE MONTH AND I GOTTA PAY THE RENT

AND MY CAR’S BROKEN DOWN ‘CUZ IT’S A PIECE OF S**T

I GOT MORE BILLS THAN BILLS TO SPEND

WHOEVER SAID, ‘MORE MONEY, MORE PROBLEMS’ IS A DICk

Kris Kash, dressed in an orange suit with a scale-like texture struts down the ramp with a smirk on his face. His white shoes glisten under the sunlight, blinding those in the front row. The crowd isn’t sure what to make of him as he continues to ooze sexuality and charisma.

Christa Adina: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome….Kris Kash!

Maxwell Dachs: It’s Kris Kash! The second most beautiful man in the world - besides me, of course.

Alecia Matthews: Oh, brother…

Suddenly, money – real money starts to rain down from the ceiling!

I’M OUT ON A DATE AND I WANNA GET AHEAD

AND I’M BROKE AT THE BAR AND I WANNA GET WASTED

I GOT MORE DEBT THAN THE GOVERNMENT

WHOEVER SAID, “MORE MONEY, MORE PROBLEMS” IS A BITCH

The crowd flips as they jump and reach into the air, hoping to grab some of the hundred-dollar bills that are falling from the sky as if it’s a gift from God himself – and tonight, God’s name is Kris Kash.

Maxwell Dachs: Look, Matty! Why aren’t you reaching for some moooolah?!

Alecia Matthews: Because it’s probably not real.

Maxwell Dachs: It is real though, see?

Alecia Matthews: Oh. In that case….

He enters the squared circle and waves to the thousands of fans in attendance – even though no one is waving at him, they’re too busy counting their money.

Kris Kash: Please, your undying love and support for me is humbling but tonight, it’s all about the WFWF being here in Hell…..Michigan!

Cheap pop from the crowd.

Kris Kash: Now for those of you that live under a rock and/or are impecunious, the internet went banana after yours truly made his presence known at the last show….

Kash places his hand on his chest as if he’s pledging alliance….to himself.

Kris Kash: And many have been speculating what exactly is Kristopher Abernathy Kash doing in the WFWF. Is he the new face that runs in the place?

His perfectly manicured hand sways to the left…

Kris Kash: Does he have some sort of secret agenda against Lila “Bellbottoms” Sleater and the WFWF to take this place over?

His perfectly manicured hand sways to the right…

Kris Kash: Or is he here simply out of the kindness of his heart? Because he realized that the WFWF is a sinking ship and wanted to extend my beautiful hand?

He looks at his perfectly manicured hand which is adorned in rings and jewelry.

Kris Kash: The answer? I’m here because well, I’m rich but I happen to be extremely generous. We all have flaws, including myself and my generosity is what saves the WFWF from sinking.

Kris Kash: I’m not badmouthing the WFWF, it’s just a fact. It’s no secret that the WFWF isn’t exactly thriving as of right now. The roster is the smallest it has ever been! They went from running weekly programs on prime time television to running one show a month. Can someone say, “bleeding money?” The Board of Directors aren’t a bunch of dum-dums, they realize this too.

Kris Kash: As a businessman, I pride myself on putting on my name on whatever is going to make the most profit and the WFWF is in dire need of profits. I’ve heard the news and I’ve read the reports. Yes, I’m here because I want to. I haven’t signed anything, and I never will. The WFWF couldn’t afford a talent like me, again – not a shot, just a fact. They’re going to need more than twenty million dollars to sign this guy.

He points at himself.

Kris Kash: Who here knows my net worth? Anyone?

He motions to the crowd but really, no one knows his net worth.

Not do they care.

Kris Kash: Here’s a hint: it’s higher than Bill Gates and Warren Buffett combined.

Maxwell Dachs: Oh my God! That’s….a lot of money!

Kris Kash: Some of you here might know of my father, Robert Kash – The Kon Man.

No reaction from the crowd.

Kris Kash: He was what we like to call a “journeyman”. Your lack of a response doesn’t surprise me since he wasn’t a big name and he certainly never won any championships in his career and as a result, things weren’t always so peachy at the family home but because of my sheer brilliance, I’ve tripled – no, I’ve quadraupled- no, no, I’ve millupled my family’s money where I’m now the CEO of Kash Industries.

He pauses to let the crowd applaud but they don’t. They just stand there and wonder where this segment is going. Some of the women and men in the audience stare at Kris with lust and desire in their eyes.

Kris Kash: You see our billboards everywhere. That’s because like our President, I put my name on everything. It’s called branding, people and put my name on the WFWF is exactly what I did and quite honestly – I’m the savior that the WFWF needs.

I hate talking about myself so lemme just clear up all the speculations and rumors so I can get out of here and let you enjoy tonight’s show.

He clears his throat, albeit dramatically.

Kris Kash: Attention all dirtsheet writers and/or journalists - I’m just funding the company, that’s it. I make plenty of money elsewhere, so I have no desire to run this place. If the WFWF fails to impress me then I’ll back out.

Kris Kash: Bellbottoms is still the boss lady. She runs this ship. The roster reports to her. I’ll just be there to patch up the holes whenever this ship imminently sails past - or towards an iceberg. Capisce?

He smiles, his pearl-like teeth causing the cameraman to nearly fall over (not really) waving to the fans. Yes, he’s taking the microphone with him.

Alecia Matthews: So, we sat through all of that just for him to say that he’s just here to do nothing? Ugh.

Maxwell Dachs: When you have as much money as Kris Kash does, you don’t have to do anything! Much respect to you, sir!

Alecia Matthews: I’ve never seen someone so full of themselves but then act like they aren’t. Don’t tell me you didn’t notice those low-key shots he took at the company?

Maxwell Dachs: I think you’re just going crazy with the heat.

Alecia Matthews: You're crazy with your observations.

Kris Kash makes his way up the ramp until someone catches his eye in the crowd. It’s Ichabod Slipp, fighting his way through the resisting audience. It’s hard not to notice a fan carrying a huge sign that reads #JUSTICEFORSLIPP but the sight alone makes Kris chuckle.

Ichabod Slipp: THE WFWF TRIED TO ARREST ME FOR SPEAKING THE TRUTH!!!

Alecia Matthews: Oh, come on! Get him out of here!

Maxwell Dachs: Who is this guy again? I’ve never heard of him.

Appearing through the crowd behind him are three WFWF security guards. They manhandle the journalist and attempt to escort him out of the arena but Slipp refuses.

Ichabod Slipp: I am being targeted! Lila Sleater is a shapeshifter! Allen “All In the WFWF’s Pockets” Neal isn’t a journalist! I'M A JOURNALIST!

Alecia Matthews: What on Earth is he talking about?

Maxwell Dachs: Who’s Allen Neal?

Slipp tries jumping the barricade but the security guards manage to grab him by his shorts! The crowd begins to boo!

Ichabod Slipp: My review was taken down because I spoke the truth about the WFWF! Lila Sleater is corrupt! Go to ichabodslipp.com for the truth!

At this point, Kris Kash has pulled out his phone and is recording the chaos where it will more than likely end up on his social media. Slipp manages to free himself and charges towards Kris but is immediately tackled by security!

They manage to handcuff him before hoisting him up and carrying him out of the park but he’s not quieting down.

Ichabod Slipp: ARRESTING ICHABOD SLIPP DOES NOTHING!! NOTHING!!!!

Alecia Matthews: What the hell is going on?!

Maxwell Dachs: Hehe, I see what you did there.

Kris keeps recording until Slipp is gone. He then starts to make his way to the back before he stops and leaves his John Hancock on the microphone he used earlier with a liquid gold marker he pulled out of his pocket. In the front row, he spots three fans – a young child, an attractive millennial girl and a man of a large stature.

He pays no attention to the large man and goes to give the autographed microphone that’s worth millions to one of the two choices.

The child’s eyes light up as he feels special (and deep down inside, lucky to have been worthy enough) as Kris approaches him until he swerves to the child’s left and hands it to the millennial girl instead.

Kris struts that ass away as the girl cheers upon receiving her gift. The child, however, begins to cry as his mother shouts obscenities but Kris is too far away to care.

Maxwell Dachs: ♫ There goes my herooooooo, watch him as he goes! ♫

Alecia Matthews: Oh no.

Maxwell Dachs: ♫ There goes my herooooooo, he's ordinary! ♫

Alecia Matthews: You can't sing.

Maxwell Dachs: I can too. I have the voice of an angel, check this out - ♫ Spoooooonman! Come - ♫ 

Alecia Matthews: I think it's time for the next match now, thank you.

Maxwell Dachs: Aw, what a shame. Those watching at home are really missing out on me singing Spoonman by Soundgarden.



The opening chords to “Far from Over" by Frank Stallone hits, and the crowd begins buzzing, as after a few moments, Cameron Stone steps out onto the stage, a look of intense determination on his face. He's dressed in a pair of battered and ripped blue jeans, and a plain white sleeveless shirt. His wrists and hands are taped up in white athletic tape, and he's wearing a pair of boots that look a little like cowboy boots, but with a more comfortable sole.

Christa Adina: The following contest is scheduled for one and it is a Texas Bullrope Match!

Maxwell Dachs: We aren’t in Texas though…

Christa Adina: Introducing first, now residing in Hollywood, California but originally from Calgary, Alberta, Canada…weighing in at two-hundred-and-seventy-five pounds……Cameron Stone!

Maxwell Dachs: I ‘member this Cameron Stone guy. We were both at SuperBrawl IX where I stole the show, obviously.

Alecia Matthews: Oh, good and here I was thinking that your memory had gone down the tubes since retiring from in-ring competition.

Maxwell Dachs: What tubes?

He begins walking down the ramp, high fiving a few fans as he goes. Stone somewhat gingerly climbs the steps before he jumps onto the apron and gets into the ring. He moves right to the middle of the ring and turns to face the ramp. His music dies, and he begins making a bring it motion, yelling come on, as he won't take his eyes off the stage.



As 'Shepherd of Fire' by Avenged Sevenfold starts its slow melodic intro, horses wearing chain link armor with riders wearing the same thing with a very minimal helmet over their heads as they walk in two separate lines, 4 on each side halfway down the ramp. The ones at the very top of the ramp closest to the entrance way holds up a very large stick wrapped with a white towel straight up into the air. Beautiful women wearing a very revealing chain mesh outfit come out holding small metal buckets. They set them down, one for each horse, and set the contents of the buckets alight, making a flame appear bright orange and yellow. They make their way to the back as the two knights lower their torches slowly towards the fire until they come ablaze as well. Again, they raise the torches up above their heads, the flame crackling.

Now, a final horse comes out in a full metal outfit, no mesh, and another knight with bright shiny armor reflecting the flames and a nice bigger helmet atop his head, along with a crown of barbed wire over the helmet. This new knight reaches at his waist and unholsters a long sword, pointing it up and toward the ring. As they final notes of the guitar and drums are being played, the knights on either side of the new one put their torches on his sword and the fire spreads all across the knight’s body, setting him ablaze.

The Blazing Knight raises his sword high into the air, until the vocals actually come in and he points the sword now toward he ring, and on cue the horse slowly walks down the ramp, the fans taking as many pictures on their phones as they can as this knight passes by. The horses stand back up and turn on a dime and walk back to the back as soon as he passes them.

The knight takes a lap around the ring still burning as strong as ever. The song reaches its chorus as soon as the lap is finished, and they stop back again on the side of the ring closest to the ramp. The knight points the sword up to the heavens and unleashes water pouring down onto him, extinguishing the flames that licked at his armor. After the last few drops of waterfall, the knight kicks at the sides of the horse, which makes the horse bow down so it's easier for him to climb off and walk over to the apron. The knight stands up on the back of the horse, takes the three steps to get to its front quarters and steps off onto the apron.

The knight takes off his metal boots and metal shin covers, revealing "Devil" and "Killer" on each kick pad. He then takes off the thigh part, showing the big burning "O" with an "X" through it on each side of the pants leg, then taking off all the other pieces of scorched armor except the helmet. He slowly takes off the barbed wire crown and puts it on top of his corner post, then taking off his helmet, his long red, orange, and yellow hair falling out from underneath it as Devilkiller grins from ear to ear with his crazily designed red face paint with black scorch marks painted onto him.

Maxwell Dachs: What an entrance! THE DEVIL...HAS.....TALENT!

Alecia Matthews: I think it's a great way for him to get his mind focused. He can be whoever he wants to be and relax for a moment. Today, it seems like he's the Shepherd of Fire!

Christa Adina: And his opponent, from Jersey City, New Jersey. Weighing in at 275 pounds. The Creator of Hell, The Hardcore King, The DEEEEVVVVIIIILLLLKKKKIIIILLLLEEEERRRR!

Devilkiller throws the helmet in the pile of the other metal armor that a stagehand is getting together to put back by the timekeeper’s table as he climbs into the ring. He jumps up onto the second rope, putting his hand underneath his chin in a gun like manner before snapping his head back and jumping off. He lands on the mat and does a backwards roll, landing on his knees close to the middle of the ring. He looks all around the crowd, left to right and up to down, before bending down and kissing the mat. He then jumps up full of excitement and energy as he struts back to his corner to the beat of Avenged Sevenfold's single where he eyes the man from Hollywood that’s eyeing him back.

The referee then grabs DevilKiller’s wrists and ties it to the restraint at the end of the thick rope. He then walks over does the same to Stone, both men looking unfazed.

Alecia Matthews: Now the rules in this match are simple: pinfall or touch all four corners. Regarding weapons, the cowbell in the middle of the rope is legal and of course, if either wrestler removes the restraint, they will be disqualified.

With both men restrained, the referee calls for the bell –

DING! DING! DING!

Alecia Matthews: And here we go!

Stone and DevilKiller approach each other with Stone holding out his hand. They don’t take their eyes off one another, both men evenly sized –

Alecia Matthews: These two guys respect each other but each man wants to be the one that gets his hand raised in the end. That’s what it’s all about – who is the best.

DevilKiller and Stone shake hands to the approval of the crowd. They then back away from each other and walk in circles, waiting for the man who makes the first move….

Stone swings but DK ducks! Dropkick to the knees of the man from Hollywood and with some bounce from the ropes, DevilKiller drills Stone in the face with a stiff-looking forearm.

Maxwell Dachs: Stone better be careful with his face, otherwise Hollywood won’t cast him in Reflex Extermination 5.

Alecia Matthews: Ehh, those weren’t Stone’s best. I prefer his more dramatic roles like Three-Jump Cowboy.

Maxwell Dachs: That one was so stupid!

Alecia Matthews: I thought it was cute.

Maxwell Dachs: What's so cute about a cowboy that plays basketball?

Alecia Matthews: He did it so he could pay for his son's medical bills. Such a heartwarming story.

Maxwell Dachs: Clearly, you and I have different tastes.

Alecia Matthews: Clearly.

DK picks Stone up and takes him to the corner and pounds away at his face with right hands and back elbows. Stone scurries away, giving himself some space but DevilKiller tugs on the rope, stopping Stone in his tracks!

Maxwell Dachs: Here’s where the rope will come into play – they have very limited room in there.

Stone and DK tug at the rope, each man trying to overpower the other. DK pulls to the left; Stone pulls to the right!

DevilKiller grabs more rope and wraps it around his arm, giving him more pull than his opponent and in a super cool spot – DK pulls on the rope, dragging Stone towards him and with the give from the rope, it propels DK forward –

SMACK!

Maxwell Dachs: OH MY! Did you hear that?!

Alecia Matthews: I did! That dropkick was nasty!

Stone goes down, hoping that his teeth are all still intact as DK touches one corner – one of the meters behind the posts lights up like a Christmas tree –

Maxwell Dachs: DevilKiller going for the old school way, eh?

Alecia Matthews: Indeed. If DK manages to touch all four corners, he’ll win the match!

DevilKiller strolls to the next corner and touches it, causing the meter to light up. Stone is showing signs of life now that he’s sure that all his teeth are still in his mouth and tries to stop DK by tugging on the rope in the opposite direction!

DevilKiller reaches and reaches but the corner is just out of his grasp! Again, the two men engage in a tug-of-war battle, jockeying for position!

Stone strains, his pearly whites gritting against one another as he uses all his strength to topple DevilKiller!

Alecia Matthews: Cam got DK down!

DevilKiller gets up to one knee but before he can react, Stone charges toward him, nearly taking his head off with a clothesline! DK starts to twitch and convulse!

Alecia Matthews: The sheer power of Cameron Stone!

Maxwell Dachs: Devil may fly!

DK continues to hold his head as Stone approaches his opponent. He picks DK up but immediately falls back down, holding on to his head.

Alecia Matthews: That clothesline must’ve done some damage to DK’s head.

Maxwell Dachs: Did you hear the sound it made? Trust me, DevilKiller is going to be feeling that one until Halloween.

Stone touches the corner in front of him – ding! The light goes up.

He takes a few steps to his left and touches the other corner but when he goes to touch the furthest one away, the deadweight of DevilKiller’s lifeless body makes that simple task difficult.

The man from Hollywood reaches but DK is an anchor and Stone is stuck. Instead of using all his strength, Stone makes his way over to DK’s body and drags him across the mat instead, rubbing some of the facepaint off in the process.

Stone manages to touch the third corner –

Alecia Matthews: One more corner and the Cameron Stone Comeback Tour begins with a big win!

Using the same method as before, Stone drags DevilKiller’s body to the fourth and final corner but then suddenly –

Maxwell Dachs: He’s baaaaaaack!

Cameron Stone turns around and sees that DevilKiller is hanging on to dear life, appearing to be semiconscious again! Stone desperately tries touching the corner, the referee being in perfect position to call it, but DK is hanging on!

The ropes give DevilKiller a bit of an advantage as he’s able to drag Stone away from the corner as the Hollywood star reaches and reaches!

DevilKiller then dropkicks Stone in the gut, sending both men down to the mat and the lights from Stone’s corners are extinguished, resetting the score.

As both men recover, they lock eyes.

Alecia Matthews: The respect is still there between these two but they both want to win this!

They mouth words at each other as the crowd begins to buzz. They keep their eyes locked on one another as they get up on both knees.

Stone throws the first punch, but DK bobs his head away before connecting with a right of his own!

Stone follows up with a knife-edge chop! The crowd groans as the echo!

DK grits his teeth as he winds up for a chop of his own!

SMACK!

Stone yelps since his chest is more exposed than DevilKiller’s! He leaps onto his feet and heads towards the corner, but The Hardcore King is right on his trail.

Stiff forearm to the face before winding up with another chop to the chest of Cameron Stone! DK then grabs Stone’s restraint and uses it to throw him across the ring!

Alecia Matthews: DevilKiller is feeling it now!

The man from Hollywood tries catching his breath but DK isn’t letting it up.

Alecia Matthews: Cam goes for another shot – NO! DK caught him!

DevilKiller catches Stone, shoving him into the ropes, rebounding into a german suplex roll-through pin position!

1!

2!

Stone kicks out!

Maxwell Dachs: That rope has limited the movesets of both men. I know DK likes to fly around the place like a damn trapeze artist but with that rope attached to him, he isn’t going anywhere! If anything, Stone has the advantage here due to his brawling.

Cameron Stone crawls away from his opponent but DevilKiller is right behind him, walking Cam like a dog on a leash. When he reaches the corner, DK charges towards him but is introduced to the bottom of Stone’s cowboy boot instead!

DK takes a bump on his ass, grabbing his head again but Stone continues to attack! He grabs DK, grabs his free hand and drags it in between DK’s legs, lifting him up for a pump handle slam but instead of slamming him down, Stone sends DK headfirst into the post!

DevilKiller’s body starts to convulse again. Stone sees this and uses it to gain the advantage. He touches the corner behind him…

He makes his way to the left again and touches the following corner, two lights go up.

He goes to touch the third corner but again, the deadweight from DK prevents Stone from doing so. He tries the same method from last time by picking up DK’s body but he’s too exhausted and Stone crumbles down, leaving both men lying on the mat.

Maxwell Dachs: These guys have given each other everything and yet, they refuse to quit!

Alecia Matthews: These two are former National Champions, they know how to bring it and tonight – they’ve done just that!

Amidst the smeared facepaint, DK’s eyes open, though he still looks a little dazed. Stone sees his opponent sit up and makes one, last ditch effort to touch the third corner but DK tugs at the rope, preventing Stone from doing so!

Cameron Stone then charges towards DK but DevilKiller scoops Stone up, grabbing his head with his other hand and drops him right on his knee!

Alecia Matthews: AIR RAID CRASH!!

The crowd pops! They are on their feet!

DevilKiller, with little gas in the tank manages to sling his other arm over Cameron Stone’s chest. The referee counts –

1!

2!

Alecia Matthews: CAM KICKED OUT! CAM KICKED OUT!

Maxwell Dachs: We saw this earlier with Billy and The Father. That’s the least effective way to pin someone. A good pinning position forces your opponent to exert energy.

Alecia Matthews: You sound like someone that used to wrestle.

Maxwell Dachs: I was kind of a big deal. Still am - but even more so when I wrestled.

DK wipes his colorful hair away from his face, unsure of what to do next. He walks over to Stone who’s still out cold and puts him on his shoulders.

Maxwell Dachs: Smart move by DK. He’s going to carry his opponent to victory!

Indeed, with a Hollywood leading man on his shoulder The Creator of Hell marches on, touching one corner after another!

Alecia Matthews: Is DK going to do it here?! He just needs one more corner to get the win!

The fourth and final corner is within arms reach for DevilKiller but before he can do anything –

Alecia Matthews: CAM WITH THE ROLLUP!!

1!

2!

Alecia Matthews: NO! WE ARE NOT DONE HERE!

Maxwell Dachs: What a match!

The crowd has come unglued!

FIGHT FOREVER!
*clap, clap, clap, clap, clap*

FIGHT FOREVER!
*clap, clap, clap, clap, clap*

FIGHT FOREVER!
*clap, clap, clap, clap, clap*

FIGHT FOREVER!
*clap, clap, clap, clap, clap*

Maxwell Dachs: Please don’t. I don’t think I could handle calling a match that lasts for all of eternity.

Alecia Matthews: Then you aren’t a real broadcaster.

Maxwell Dachs: Excuse me?

Cameron Stone believes that was a three count, so he objects to the count, but the referee reassures him – it was only two.

DevilKiller is up and the rope is pulled to its limit; Cameron Stone is on one side and DK is on the another. Both men are beaten and battered – yet they refuse to give up!

Alecia Matthews: Cam proving to everyone tonight that he’s still got it!

Maxwell Dachs: And DevilKiller showing to everyone that he’s capable of stealing the show!

They have the crowd in the palm of their hands!

YES!

YES!

YES!

YES!

YES!

YES!

YES!

YES!

Suddenly, Cameron Stone bolts towards DK….

DevilKiller lunges towards Cameron Stone….

Alecia Matthews: OH MY GOD!!! OH MY GOD!!!!

Maxwell Dachs: They’re both down!!

Both Stone and DK had the same idea in mind – a running big boot to the face and like two bulls, they collided, each man connecting with the other! Cameron Stone is up in the stars while DK convulses yet again, only now his legs begin to violently twitch.

Alecia Matthews: Okay, I’m getting seriously worried about DevilKiller. Have you noticed that every time he gets hit in the head, he…shakes like that?

Maxwell Dachs: Unless DK is doing his best impression of a fish out of water, shaking like that can’t be good.

Even the referee notices this and checks on DevilKiller. He looks very concerned.

Maxwell Dachs: I think the ref is going to stop this match….


Alecia Matthews: I’m on board with that. This match is a fight but it's not worth risking permanent injury.

The referee goes to signal for the bell until DevilKiller grabs his leg –

DevilKiller: D-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-don’t! I…..I…..I can do this!

DK continues to convulse, baring his teeth in pain, unable to control his shaking. The referee disagrees but before he can do anything –

Alecia Matthews: SPEAR! SPEAR! SPEAR!!!

Out of nowhere, Cameron Stone spears right through DevilKiller – and the referee! Stripes broke DK’s fall so he took the brunt of the move instead of DK, but it still hurt him!

Stunned, DK inches forward and gets caught by Stone!

Alecia Matthews: CAM SLAM!!

Exhausted and not being completely aware of what happened, Cam hooks the leg!

Alecia Matthews: THERE’S NO REFEREE!! THIS IS THE OPPORTUNITY CAM NEEDS BUT THERE’S NO REFEREE!!

Cameron Stone then rolls off DK and raises his hand in the air!

Maxwell Dachs: Stone is so exhausted; he thinks he won the match!

His “celebration” is cut short when he realizes that the referee is down, Stone looks defeated. He then crawls over to the referee, attempting to wake him up. DevilKiller is still out.

Stone smacks the referee, hoping that wakes him up but to no avail.

Then, lady luck appears….in the form of a 5'6'' referee!

Maxwell Dachs: Here comes another referee! This is it!

Another WFWF referee runs towards the ring. Cameron Stone immediately covers DK again!

1!

2!

Alecia Matthews: NO! DEVILKILLER IS STILL ALIVE!

Cameron Stone can’t believe it, and neither can the crowd!

THIS IS AWESOME!
*clap, clap, clap, clap, clap*

THIS IS AWESOME!
*clap, clap, clap, clap, clap*

THIS IS AWESOME!
*clap, clap, clap, clap, clap*

THIS IS AWESOME!
*clap, clap, clap, clap, clap*

Maxwell Dachs: Damn right this is awesome!

Stone takes a page out of DK’s book and carries his opponent on his shoulders –

One corner.

Two corners.

Then –

SMACK!

Alecia Matthews: SUPERKICK!!!

DevilKiller got behind Stone, pulled the rope down and followed up with a stiff kick to the face! Before Stone goes down, DK picks him up on his shoulders and proceeds to touch the corners for himself.

One corner.

Two corners.

Cameron Stone refuses to say die though, he touches the corners as well, unbeknownst to DK!

Alecia Matthews: DevilKiller has no idea Stone is touching the corners behind his back! Cam might steal a win here!

Stone just needs one….more….corner to win…..and DevilKiller is heading right towards it!

Then….

Alecia Matthews: CAM SLAM!! CAM SLAM!!!!

The crowd erupts!

Maxwell Dachs: CAMERON STONE IS STILL ALIVE!!!!

DevilKiller is out cold! His arms and legs are sprawled out away from him but Stone is right in arms reach to the fourth and final corner –

He touches it!

DING! DING! DING!

The crowd is going crazy!!!

Christa Adina: Here is your winner…..Cameron Stone!

The referee raises Stone’s arm in victory, but it immediately falls back down. Both men are exhausted.

Alecia Matthews: WHAT A MATCH!! THESE TWO BROUGHT IT!!!

Maxwell Dachs: I FEEL LIKE I NEED A CIGARETTE NOW!

Stone removes the restraint and limps over to the corner to pose for the crowd! Their cheers only grow louder upon seeing the winner – The Man from Hollywood, People Magazine’s Sexiest Man of 2012 – Cameron Stone! He then jumps off the top rope and sits in the corner, catching his breath.

The referee is checking on DK to make sure he’s okay. The crowd gives both veterans a standing ovation.

Alecia Matthews: They deserve this. I’m so proud of both Cam and DK for the amazing spectacle they put on just now!

Maxwell Dachs: Cameron Stone can still go. He's still in good shape too - well, not as good as me but still....

Even after both men have been freed from the restraints, they lock eyes again. No smiles, just intensity.

Cameron Stone uses the ropes to help himself up and DK stands up as the two men approach each other, eyeing each other in the center of the ring.

They mouth words to each other before Stone extends his hand out yet again –

DevilKiller, without hesitation shakes the hand of his competitor and the crowd goes wild!

Alecia Matthews: And that just makes it all better. They put each other through hell and in the end, the respect is still there.

Maxwell Dachs: “They put each other through hell” – was that a pun?

Alecia Matthews: Not intentionally.

Maxwell Dachs: Hehe.

DevilKiller then raises Stone’s hand in victory – the ultimate show of respect. DK crumbles due to exhaustion but Stone leaves the ring, applauding his opponent as he makes his way to the back, giving those in his vicinity a high-five.

Alecia Matthews: If this truly is Cam’s last match then man, he went out in style! I'm honored to have called my favorite broadcast partners possible last match.

Maxwell Dachs: I retired years ago.

Alecia Matthews: Not you.

DevilKiller is now alone in the ring, taking it all in as the crowd continues to applaud what they just witnessed. It appears like DK is fighting back tears.


He crawls towards the ropes and uses them to help himself up. Albeit slowly, DK leaves the ring and like Stone, walks around ringside and high-fives those in the front row.

As DK makes his way up the ramp, he stops and turns around. Overcome with emotions, he mouths ‘thank you’ as he looks at the fans before turning around and going to the back.

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Amidst the chaos leftover by Cameron Stone and DevilKiller, a solid steel, chain-link structure begins to descend from the ceiling around the squared circle - the infamous Hell in a Cell! The crowd watches in awe as the massive structure is lined up with the ring. The structure stops descending once it's on par with the rope, allowing enough space for both wrestlers to enter the ring. The four walls and chain-link ceiling is enough to make one feel uneasy. Ultimately, its purpose is to trap the two unlucky competitors who will battle it out inside.

Maxwell Dachs: I get to call a Cell match on my first day? Sweet!

Alecia Matthews: We don't have this kind of match often but when we do - holy cow.

Maxwell Dachs: From what I gathered, this Needles guy sure likes to run away when the going gets rough or in this case - hot.

Alecia Matthews: Ever since his heinous attack on the beloved Mesh at SuperBrawl, Needles has been public enemy #1 and Anna Ahriman, the Vanguard Champion appointed herself to be the one that puts Needles down, possibly for good! Inside the Hell in a Cell, Needles has nowhere to run.

Maxwell Dachs: Babe. You just sold me on this match.

Alecia Matthews: Don't call me babe, okay?

Maxwell Dachs: Yes, my love.

Alecia Matthews: Ugh.



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 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.

Christa Adina: The following contest is a HEEEEEEEELLLLLLLLLLLLLL IN A CEEEEEEEEEEEELLLLLLLLLLL MATCH! And it is for the WFWF Vanguard Championship! First! From Glasgow, Scotland, he is NEEEEEEEEEDDDDDDDLLLLLLLLEEEEEEEESSSSSSSS!

The colors are a blur at first. The lights trigger Needles enters to the stage where he is met with severe boos and met with a reception of 'expletives.' Strapped to his back: dual baseball bats. He moseys down the ramp, ignoring the fans.

Alecia Matthews: Ugh…this makes me so sick.

Maxwell Dachs: I cant help but agree. I’ve been a bystander until recently, but I’ve seen Needles’ actions against a host of people at SuperBrawl X. And now with Anna Ahriman’s uncertainty for tonight, no one has seen her, Needles may well claim this match, and the title, on forfeit.

Needles unstraps the bats and rolls them under the ring. As he enters the ring, “My Leftovers” hits the PA system to a roar of applause.

Alecia Matthews: SHE’S HERE!

…except no one comes out. Needles laughs at the hilarity of the crowd thinking Anna was coming. He motions for the referee to start lowering the Cell and counting Anna out in forfeit.

Maxwell Dachs: This is so wrong.

Alecia Matthews: This is sickening.

The ref hits a count of six.

“TONIGHT WE HONOR THE HERO!”

A killer bass riff plays through the arena, the camera panning through the crowd, settling in an upper section. “Hey Kids” by The Oral Cigarettes starts blasting.

“YOU KNOW, I’M TIRED OF YOUR PISS POOR ATTITUDE. SHOW ME SOME RESPECT! HONOR THE HERO!”

As that lyric hits, the spotlight stops on a segment of the steps in the audience, focusing on a spitfire ginge, a bo staff sitting on her feminine shoulders, her arms slung over the top.

Christa Adina: AND THE CHAMPION!

Needless starts screaming at the ref and trying to get the cage down faster. No use. Anna Ahriman bolts down the stairs, taking the bo staff in one hand, security pushing fans back into their aisles, rabid to get a hand on Anna Ahriman.

Christa Adina: Making her way to the ring, from Tempe, Arizona, SHE IS THE WFWF VANGUARD CHAMPION….THE HERO ANNA AHRIMAN!

Alecia Matthews: SHE’S HERE!

Maxwell Dachs: Needles looks….concerned to say the least.

Anna reaches the barricade, hopping it in one stride, sliding under the Cell just before it hits the ground, undoing her title and leaving it on the outside. She twirls the bo staff in her hands, Needles backing as far from her side as he can. Anna yells “NOWHERE TO RUN!” Anna slides under the ropes as the referee calls for the bell.

DING DING DING!

Needles immediately springboards off of the apron onto the Cell, hoping to gain some distance between himself and the champion. The champion shakes her head in the ring, tossing the staff like a javelin and catching Needles in the leg. The challenger starts to lose grip. Anna springboards from the ring to the cage, much like Needles. She gets more air than Needles, however, and clasps to the cell almost right next to Needles. The challenger looks at Anna with massive eyes. She grabs the back of his head and smashes his face over and over and over into the wire of the cell. Anna puts all of her weight into her right arm and swings her body, catching Needles in the back of the head with her boot, launching him off of the side of the cage to the ring below, very, very hard.

Crowd: HOLY SH*T! HOLY SH*T!

Maxwell Dachs: A fever pitch assault from the champion to start this contest.

Alecia Matthews: Oh, that’s not everything. Look at the champ!

Maxwell Dachs: She’s not doing…

Alecia Matthews: JUST LIKE DADDY!

Anna continues scaling the side of the cell, reaching the roof and holding on for dear life AS SHE SCALES ACROSS THE UNDERBELLY OF THE ROOF!

Maxwell Dachs: What the hell genetics are in this f*cking family?

Alecia Matthews: Honor bound, with a bit of daredevil and arrogance. It’s a lethal mixture.

Anna swings back and forth, bringing her knees up and down, gaining momentum like a monkey bar swing. The champion is hovering over Needles. She lets off one great final swing and lets go of the top of the cell. The momentum of her swing effect turns Anna inside out, her feet hitting the roof, Anna LAUNCHING the springs so to say, shooting to the mat and onto Needles. Anna crashes into Needles and bounces back up and onto her back, holding her chest and abdomen. The ref has his hands in his hair, unsure what to do.

The crowd, however, knows exactly what to do.

Crowd: HOLY SH*T!

Max Dachs: I’m glad I’m retired.

Alecia Matthews: I’m glad I’m not on her bad side.

In the ring, Anna is cursing audibly, rolling onto her knees, kicking the mat. She’s complaining about her ribs, but a more pressing issue has been made apparent. Pouring onto the mat is blood gushing from the back of Anna’s head where she had stitches from an attack earlier in the month. It appears her wound has been reopened on her own accord, and she’s bleeding pretty profusely. In fact, NEEDLES is the first one to really make any movement, on his knees, driving a couple of awkward elbows into the champs upper back/ribs. He drives a couple of knees into her ribs as well. She yelps in obvious pain. Needles rolls out of the ring and hits the mat below very hard. However, he keeps up the adrenaline.

Needles has hold of the bo staff that took him out last show, and aided in his fall tonight. Needles slides back into the ring and uses the staff like a hammer, driving it repeatedly into the very, very damaged ribs of the Vanguard Champion. Needles kicks her in the underbelly to flip her onto her back. On the mat, where her head was, a massive pool of blood lay for Needles to see. Needles smiles, happily falling to his knees, grabbing Anna in the back of the head near her wound, sitting her up. Her face is covered by her bloody hair, staining her red hair a crimson shade. Needles pulls her hair out of her face, Anna donning the crimson mask. Needles smiles, but Anna and stares a hole through him. She grabs Needles’ beard and pulls his head down to hers, rubbing her crimson mask over the face of Needles. The challenger is taken aback, falling onto his backside from his knees. Anna grabs the bo staff and clocks Needles in the head with the staff. Down like a sack of bricks.

Maxwell Dachs: Now we won’t know whose blood is whose.

Alecia Matthews: That’s disgusting.

Maxwell Dachs: But factual.

Anna grabs Needles head, mounts him, and rains down stiff punches to his face over and over again. She puts her hand around Needles’ throat, pinning him to the mat, driving straight rights to the front of his face, into his nose and mouth and eyes.

Alecia Matthews: This is just well-deserved malice. I’m one to advocate for fair play, but I can’t help but hold a grudge against Needles as well.

Needles uses his strength to push Anna off of him and crawl to the corner. He pulls himself up and charges Anna, who pops to her feet and drops Needles with a slingblade!

Maxwell Dachs: PIXIE CUT!

Needles hits the mat and pops back up via momentum. Unfortunately for him, Anna’s body has the same reaction. She kicks Needles in the gut and measures him up, a boot under his chin, holding him up. She drops her boot and BUZZSAW’S Needles!

Alecia Matthews: KNOWNOTHING!

Anna underhooks Needles’ left arm and pops up, wrapping her legs around the neck of Needles while keeping the arm clasped!

Alecia Matthews: MODIFIED TRIANGLE CHOKE!

Maxwell Dachs: HAIL! THE! QUEEN!

Alecia Matthews: Can she finish the maneuver and get the much larger Needles down?!

Needles uses his immense strength to pull Anna up from her hanging position and has her up in a modified powerbomb position, but she is still locked into a modified Hail the Queen around his neck. Needles charges the corner and rams her spine first into the turnbuckle. She’s still holding on. Second turnbuckle, same as the first. This time, Needles is showing signs of fading. Another blast into the turnbuckle makes the grip loosen, but Anna uses the momentum to ride the tumbling sack of bricks down to the mat, but she hits hard herself. Anna is trying to pull the arm out of the socket, unable to get Needles over. Her shoulders are on the mat! So are an exhausted Needles’! Cover!

1…

2…

3…

DING DING DING!

Maxwell Dachs: New champ!

Alecia Matthews: No, Needles was down! Anna retains!

Maxwell Dachs: What were you watching?!

Alecia Matthews: Apparently not the same thing as you.

The ref slides out of the ring as he yelps to Christa, grabbing the title and rolling into the ring.

Alecia Matthews: Who won?!

Maxwell Dachs: More important…who didn’t?

Christa Adina: HERE IS YOUR WINNER…

The audience is stirring in anticipation, equally split thinking Anna has won and Needles has won.

Christa Adina: …AND STILL YOUR WFWF VANGUARD CHAMPION, ANNA AHRIMAN!

Alecia Matthews: HELL YEAH.

Maxwell Dachs: But her shoulders were down too!

Alecia Matthews: Was the referee only aware of the one cover?

Maxwell Dachs: I think that’s what happened.

Alecia Matthews: Once Needles gets hold of this video…oh sh*t…

A replay shows on the TunaTron showing the referee making the count…his eyes were on Needles’ shoulders, but the video evidence in the replay shows it was CLEARLY a double pinfall.

Alecia Matthews: What is Lila going to do about this mess?

The referee lays the belt around the chest of Anna Ahriman as she starts rolling out of the ring. Needles struggles to try and grasp the title but Anna has rolled too far. Both bodies are spent from this match.

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Once the ring is emptied, the Cell is unsecured and raised in the air high above the squared circle where it will loom in the background for tonight's main event!

Alecia Matthews: So Max, are you having a good time here in Hell, Michigan?

Maxwell Dachs: I'm having a hell of a time, my dear.

Alecia Matthews: I'm glad. Are you ready for the main event?

Mawell Dachs: You bet your pretty little a-

Aleica Matthews: Okay then!



Billy Broom’s crew did an admirable job of cleaning up the messes from the previous four extreme matches. The ring area once again looks pristine and polished for the main event, a match the crowd needs no hype to be pumped up for. A legend versus a champion who would be a legend killer. The battle for the honor of being the G.O.A.T. of International Champions is about to start!

There is no quiet hush of anticipation. Instead, the crowd is quite animated, chants of “Frank Lynn” and “Thunder” ringing out as they stand and stare at the entrance stage.

Thunder’s familiar entrance theme blares out of the P/A system and the crowd explodes, making it impossible to hear or identify the tune.

WELCOME BACK!

WELCOME BACK!

WELCOME BACK!

Thunder soaks it in and waves his arms to fire up the crowd even more. He runs back and forth along the stage like a madman, then jogs towards the ring slapping high fives with the fans along the way. As he hits the ring like a runaway train, pyro goes off from the ring posts and the stage.

Maxwell Dachs: Quite an entrance from the returning former champion. Let’s hope he can live up to it once the match starts because ring rust can be tough to shake off, particularly against someone the caliber of the current champion and NEW record holder for longest reigning International Champion.

Alecia Matthews: Thunder is one of the greats. I’m sure he’s up to the fight. Frank Lynn is the one who should be worried because who knows what new tricks Thunder has learned n his five years away form the WFWF? Frank Lynn is an open book to Thunder but Thunder might as well be War and Peace to Frank… in the original Russian.

The commentators are interrupted by the very loud and very familiar opening guitar chords of AC/DC’s Highway to Hell. Bon Scott’s (may he rest in peace) raspy vocals scream out and the crowd sings along. The song hits the chorus:

I’m on the highway to Hell!

I’m on the highway to Hell!

Out steps Frank Lynn in his red wrestling attire with a guitar slung over his shoulder. Flames erupt from the stage all around him. The crowd gets even louder now, the roar approaching the level of a jet taking off at an airport.

The song gets to the guitar solo and Frank plays right along, doing his best Angus Young imitation complete with the bunny hopping back and forth on the stage, all the while flames shooting to the sky.

As the song ends with the crowd singing every last word, Daphne hands Frank Lynn a microphone. Suddenly stoic, the deadly serious champion looks at Thunder in the ring and speaks, barely above a whisper.

Frank Lynn: I’m on the highway to Hell… And I’m going down… All the way.

Frank’s normal entrance music, “Anthem of the Space” plays. Frank makes an exchange with Daphne, microphone for International Championship belt. He flips the belt over his shoulder and pats it several times as he starts his walk to the ring. Daphne makes use of the mic before following Frank.

Daphne Velasquez: Frank’s taking you to Hell Thunder… and there aren’t enough angels in Heaven to save your sorry ass!

The crowd reacts with oohs and ahs at the new and much more intense attitude from Frank and his manager. Most love it as they know beyond a shadow of a doubt they are about to see two warriors fighting for a title, for a record, for honor, for greatness.

Alecia Matthews: Shots fired by Frank and Daphne. They are not fooling around tonight.

Maxwell Dachs: I’d say Frank fully realizes the magnitude of the match he is about to partake in. He’s playing mind games trying to intimidate Thunder. I doubt it will work on a veteran as experienced as Thunder but as the saying goes, you miss every shot you don’t take.

Alecia Matthews: That was one of your specialties as a wrestler as I recall. You talked the game better than most.

Maxwell Dachs: Better than anyone else. I appreciate Frank’s effort but I could have done so much better. Thunder would be wetting his pants right now if it was me in that ring with him.

Alecia Matthews: Okay… if you say so.

Daphne holds the ropes for Frank as usual so he can enter the ring. He takes two long strides to the center of the ring, holds up the belt, does a 360 so everyone can see it clearly, and stops facing directly at Thunder. And thus the pre-match stare down that seems to precede every epic WFWF match happens.

Which makes this the perfect time for Christa’s introductions.

Christa Adina: Ladies and gentlemen, the following is a singles match with no time limit and no stipulations to determine the WFWF International Champion!

To my left, a WFWF legend, a triple crown winner, multiple time International and World Heavyweight Champion, and the former record holder for longest reigning International Champion… from Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania… he is THUUUNNNDDDEEERRR!

And to my right, the 2016 Rookie of the Year, the current, reigning, defending International Champion, and the NEW record holder for longest reigning International Champion… from Boston, Massachusetts… he is the Lethal Weapon and the Fighting Champion Frank LYYYNNNNNN!

As the stare down between champ and former champ continues in the ring, the two men almost oblivious to anything else going on in the outdoor arena, the crowd is losing their collective sh*t. They can’t decide what they want to chant so they chant everything.

THIS IS AWESOME!

WELCOME BACK!

LET’S GO FRANK!

LET’S GO THUNDER!

Alecia Matthews: Can you feel it?!?! The air is literally electric right now! This crowd is ready for a dream match nobody thought they would ever see: Frank Lynn versus Thunder!

Maxwell Dachs: Well, it’s not like I returned to the ring but it is quite exciting. Frank may have the record now but fans and internet reporters seem to feel it isn’t legitimate until he beats the former record holder. That is a major motivation for Frank. After all he’s done he still isn’t getting the respect he deserves. He’s out to beat the respect from Thunder and all his supporters.

Alecia Matthews: Is that what he thinks or what you think?

Maxwell Dachs: Did you not read his rather harsh criticism of Thunder’s record reign. He has zero respect for the legend. And yes, for the record, I agree with him. How do you go 519 days with only one title defense? That’s embarrassing.

Alecia Matthews: Different times make for different match making rules. Deal with it. Frank and Thunder are about to lock up so let’s get to the action!

Lynn and Thunder get into an elbow and collar lock up, each one exerting all their muscle power to force the other backwards to no avail. The heat of Hell takes charge immediately as sweat breaks out on both men.

Frank switches to getting both hands behind Thunder’s neck, intertwining his fingers so Thunder can’t break free. He hits a series of muay thai knee strikes. Thunder responds with renewed vigor, pushing Frank back towards a corner of the ring. Frank counters, dropping down and slinging Thunder’s head into the middle turnbuckle.

The champ quickly slips behind Thunder and hits a deadlift German suplex. Frank rolls through, lifts Thunder up again and hits another german, then repeats the process another time and hits a third german. Frank bridges after slamming Thunder’s head and neck into the mat, going for a quick pin.

1…

2…

Thunder kicks outs!

Alecia Matthews: Frank i s showing that he doesn’t get paid by the hour. A quick pin and win might be the most embarrassing way he could beat Thunder.

Maxwell Dachs: Excellent ring psychology by the champ. he’s letting Thunder know that all it takes is one mistake on his part and this will be over.

Frank is first to his feet and sprints towards the ropes, spring boarding off the middle rope for a moonsault that impacts with Thunder’s raised knees. Frank bounces off Thunder and flops around like a fish out of water.

Thunder grabs Frank’s legs, leans way back and then flips Frank into the turnbuckle. Frank stumbles backwards from the impact straight into a devastating clothesline to the back of his neck. Frank slams into he mat face first.

Maxwell Dachs: The former champ hasn’t lost a step. He had the perfect counter for Frank’s reckless, high flying offense and now he is in control.

Alecia Matthews: There was no doubt Thunder would bring his best to Frank. The longest reigning champion record meant the world to him and to have it taken away by someone he doesn’t respect… well that has to hurt.

Maxwell Dachs: I’m not sure why he doesn’t respect Frank Lynn. I’ve been in the ring with Frank. He’s one tough SOB. He’s earned the position he’s in now. He should be celebrating the record, not be in another fight for his life so soon after the triple threat ladder match at SuperBrawl.

Alecia Matthews: The fighting champion has to fight. Simple logic.

Thunder drops several hard elbows to the back of Frank’s neck. Then he locks in the STF. Frank fights with all the strength he can muster but the hold is locked on tight as seen by his beet red face and pained expression.

The ref get sin close to check if Frank will tap. Daphne starts yelling at the ref that there is no way Frank will quit. Then she starts to slam her fists into the ring, firing up the crowd for support.

LET’S GO FRANK!

Thunder supporters start their own counter chant.

LET’S GO THUNDER!

LET’S GO FRANK!

LET’S GO THUNDER!

Perhaps drawing strength form the crowd, perhaps drawing from that place deep inside that demands respect from Thunder and the fans, Frank fights back with renewed effort. He picks his legs and slowly inches his way towards the ropes until he can feel them with a toe. He drops his foot across the rope.

Alecia Matthews: Good ring awareness by Frnak, right Max?

Maxwell Dachs: You know I find that to be the stupidest observation any commentator has ever uttered. of course he has good ring awareness. You don’t get to the level of WFWF superstar without knowing where you are in that ring at all times. The ropes are your allie, just like a tag partner.

Alecia Matthews: Sorry, I’ll try to be less cliché in the future.

Maxwell Dachs: Don’t worry sugartits. That’s what I’m here for.

Alecia Matthews: *incomprehensible grumbling*

Daphne screams at the ref while pointing at Frank’s foot. The finally notices and calls for the break.

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4…

Thunder breaks the hold before the five count would get him disqualified. He bounces back to his feet and prances about the ring showboating for his fans who respond with a new chant.

YOU STILL GOT IT!

YOU STILL GOT IT!

YOU STILL GOT IT!

Frank sits on the mat leaning against the ropes while Daphne gives him instructions and massages his neck from her position outside the ring.

Maxwell Dachs: Veteran move by Thunder making sure to use every last bit of the five count before breaking the hold. Pay attention young ‘uns. Thunder is making all the right moves in this match.

Having done enough showboating, Thunder gets a running start and attempts a baseball slide kick but Lynn rolls out of the way under the ropes to the apron. Thunder lands on the floor and turns towards Frank only to eat a vicious kick to the face. Daphne’s laughter incites the crowd at ringside, some who cheer and some who jeer her.

Frank reaches down and grabs Thunder by his hair, pulling him onto the apron and delivering multiple elbow shots to his forehead. Then Frank steps into the ring. He once again grabs Thunder and sets up to duplex Thunder back into the ring.

Frank’s first attempt gets thunder’ feet off the apron but he blocks the move and gets his feet back down on a solid base. Thunder punches Frank in the stomach several times and then tries a suplex of his own, nearly getting Frank up and over before the champ grabs the top rope and blocks the move. Then Frank swings his legs for momentum and swings down, snapping Thunder’s neck into the top rope.

Alecia Matthews: Some incredible back and forth action between the two. Neither is giving an inch.

Maxwell Dachs: This is the stuff of championship matches. Not just any championship match either. They’re both fighting for title, record, respect, the whole nine yards.

Alecia Matthews: The record? It’s Frank’s officially and forever until someone else comes along and breaks it.

Maxwell Dachs: But Frank doesn’t feel that way after what Thunder said at Stay Gold. It’s all about ego and pride. Frank HAS to beat Thunder to put the rubber stamp on the record. If he loses tonight then his record will be tarnished in his eyes. And in the eyes of many others.

Frank moves in to grab Thunder again but the former champ hits him with a shoulder block from between the middle and top rope. The wind is knocked out of Frank but he keeps his position so Thunder tries again.

This time Frank sidesteps and grabs Thunder around the neck, pulling him partially into the ring until he is balanced by his head in Frank’s arm and his legs on the middle rope.

BAM!

The sound of Thunder’s head hitting the ring as Frank hits a draping DDT is thunderous. The Frank Lynn supporters in the crowd go crazy. No way is the legend getting up from that!

Frank drags Thunder to the center of the ring and covers him for the pin.

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2…

Thunder kicks out!

Alecia Matthews: HOly crap! How did Thunder kick out after that DDT? I thought he was knocked out.

Maxwell Dachs: Wrestler’ instincts Alecia. I’ve been in the ring and had my bell rung so bad I couldn’t tell what day it was but my body knew what to do to avoid getting pinned.

Even the Thunder supporters are shocked that their hero kicked out. In fact, the only person who doesn’t seem surprised is Frank Lynn. He immediately gets up and jumps onto the nearest top turnbuckle.

He makes one quick pointing gesture towards the starry sky, mouths the words “This is for you Paulie”, and leaps off executing a picture perfect five star frog splash.

That lands right on Thunder’ raised knees!

Frank ends up laying on his back side by side with Thunder, both men drenched in sweat, breathing heavily, and not showing any signs that either will get up any time soon.

Maxwell Dachs: And that’s how Thunder will beat Frank, if he can. He is wrestling the smarter match, having counters ready for each of Frank’s high impact moves. As good as he is, Frank is taking unnecessary risks and losing every time.

Alecia Matthews: You can be so refreshing Max. Daniel would have said “Crash and burn!” and left it at that.

Maxwell Dachs: Why thank you sweet cheeks. I told you things would be different with me around, that they would be better the ever.

Alecia Matthews: *incomprehensible grumbling*

The referee looks on with concern. In a very short time these two wrestlers have brutalized each other and it looks like neither can go on. He reluctantly starts a standing ten count, knowing full well the crowd isn’t going to be happy.

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BOO

2…

BOO

3…

BOO

4…

BOO

5…

BOO

Finally, signs of life from both men. Frank manages to sit up while Thunder rolls over and is on his hands and knees. The ref stops his count, obviously happy that the match will continue. The crowd is too as they fire up another oldie but goodie.

THIS IS AWESOME!

THIS IS AWESOME!

THIS IS AWESOME!

Alecia Matthews: I have to agree with the fans. This is awesome!

Frank wipes the sweat off his brow as he eyes up Thunder, still crawling around on all fours. The Thunder looks him squarely in the yees and says loud and clearly:

Thunder: You are not as good as you think you are.

Frank Lynn: You may be right…

Thunder springs into action, spinning around on his hands as he delivers a spinning heel kick to Frank’s temple. But Frank is ready, catching Thunder’s leg and flipping him across the ring with a dragon screw leg whip. Frank gets to his feet and slowly approaches Thunder.

Frank Lynn: But I’m damn sure better than you!

Frank stomps on Thunder’s head and chest, driving him back into the corner where Thunder is trapped and Frank stomps a proverbial muddle in him. Frank’s fans count along with each stomp while Thunder’s fans chant “LET’S GO THUNDER!”

The chant causes something to snap in Frank and he turns to some fans in the front row, yelling at them.

Frank Lynn: Can’t you see? Thunder is a fake! You’re cheering for a fraud!

Maxwell Dachs: Don’t get distracted Frank. Keep your eye on the prize.

Alecia Matthews: It’s too late. Frank lost focus and here comes Thunder.

Thunder uses the distraction, lifting Frank onto his shoulders and taking him for a ride in an airplane spin, then dropping him face first onto the mat with a Bangarang.

Seeing her man in trouble, Daphne starts slapping the mat in frustration. Thunder turns towards her.

Thunder: Worried about your champ? You should be. Time to go to school!

Thunder takes a page from Frank’s offensive playbook and springboards off the ropes for a moonsault that drives all the air out of Lynn’s lungs. Then Thunder picks up the champ and whips him into the ropes, once again driving him into the mat with a leaping leg lariat that even the Frank Lynn fans have to appreciate.

Thunder drops down on top of Lynn for the cover.

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2…

Frank Lynn kicks out!

Alecia Matthews: Thunder is back in charge showing his veteran ways.

Maxwell Dachs: Experience is the best talent a wrestler can have. It makes up for all the strength and athleticism in the world as long as your opponent isn’t Tugarin Zmey. Now that is one scary dude who can get by on strength alone. Yikes.

Daphne sighs with relief as Frank shoves Thunder off of him and backs away so he can use the rope to get to his feet. Thunder charges in like a raging bull, clotheslining Frank and driving both men over the top rope down to the floor.

Alecia Matthews: Here we go. There may be no stipulations for this match but things are about to get extreme outside the ring.

Maxwell Dachs: As long as they keep an ear open for the ref’s count, it’s all good. The ring steps and ring posts are your allies.

Thunder picks Frank up and whips him towards the ring steps but Frank reverses and it is Thunder who impacts the steps with a loud clang. Frank charges at Thunder attempting a clothesline but Thunder ducks under his outstretched arm and then shoves Frank into the ring post.

A dazed Frank turns around and eats a super kick to the chin that drops him, his body flipping over the ring steps.

Daphne moves towards Frank but Thunder yells at her.

Thunder: You stay out of this!

Daphne: I’m just here for moral support. Frank doesn’t need my help to beat the likes of you.

Thunder: We’ll just see about that, won’t we?

Thunder charges past Daphne, leaping onto the ring steps and without breaking stride leaping again towards Frank ready to deliver a massive double axe handle blow to the head. Frank reacts quickly, leaping into the air. Frank’s knee meets Thunder’s face with a disturbing bone jarring crunch that makes the fans in the front row wince in sympathetic pain.

Both men fall to the mat, Thunder clutching his face and Frank clutching his knee.

Maxwell Dachs: Speaking from personal experience, I know both men are in bad shape after that mid air collision. This match could be over. Double countout. No winner. No loser. Nothing settled between two men who so desperately want and need to beat the other.

Alecia Matthews: I really hope it doesn’t end in a double count out. These fans might riot.

The referee starts a count.

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4…

Daphne: I know it’s been a while Thunder. Maybe you forgot about the “champion’s advantage”? You don’t win jack sh*t via count out.

Alecia Matthews: What the hell is Daphne doing? She may have saved Thunder from losing?

Maxwell Dachs: She’s showing her ring savvy. She wants this to end in the ring with a decisive win by her man. Look. Thunder is actually helping her cause by dragging Frank back to the ring.

Alecia Matthews: You sound impressed.

Maxwell Dachs: I am. She’s one hell of a woman. Oh the music we could make together.

Daphne: Dream on porn-stache boy!

Alecia Matthews: heh heh

Thunder glowers at Daphne as he struggles to make his way to the ring, dragging Frank with him. for his part, Frank offers little to no resistance. He is still holding his knee.

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With a herculean effort, Thunder manages to lift Frank up and slide him into the ring but he isn’t yet in the ring himself so the count continues.

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9...

Thunder grains the bottom rope and pulls himself into the ring at the last second, stopping the referee’ count and guaranteeing the match will continue. The fans approve.

FIGHT FOREVER!

FIGHT FOREVER!

FIGHT FOREVER!

Thunder steps towards Frank only to walk right into a leg sweep. He falls to the mat and Frank locks in the DASOCHOKU!

Alecia Matthews: Freank was playing possum. He’s turned the tables and may have this match locked up. There aren’t many wrestler’s who can escape the Dasochoku once its locked in.

Maxwell Dachs: Very true. I’ve had the displeasure of being in the Dasochoku. didn’t like it. Not one bit.

A look of panic crosses Thunder’s face as if this is the one move he did not want to find himself having to counter. And with good reason as Frank grapevines his legs around Thunder’s waist making the hold that much harder to break out of.

Thunder struggles to break free, trying to pry Frank’s arm out from under his chin. Frank grimaces from the effort as he squeezes even tighter.

Thunder switches targets, punching at the knee that Frank may have injured a minute ago. Frank tries to hide the pain but he can’t take it. He unlocks his legs from around Thunder so he can move the sore knee out of range of Thunder’s punches.

Thunder has all the opening he needs now as he twists his body around reducing the pressure on his neck. Then he kicks up with his legs flipping over so that he is on top of Frank and has him in a pinning position.

Maxwell Dachs: Excellent wrestling by Thunder. He realized Frank’s knee is his Achilles heel and used it to turn the Dasochoku around into a pinning predicament.

The referee drops down for the count.

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2…

Frank breaks the DASOCHOKU and kicks out!

He gets to his feet and charges the referee, asking how the hell he could be pinned while he had Thunder in a submission hold. The ref shrugs and says that his shoulders were pinned to the mat.

Maxwell Dachs: You’re doing it again Frank. Do not get distracted. Keep your eye on the prize!

Alecia Matthews: Too late… again! Thunder is there to take advantage of Frank’s mistakes.

Thunder sneaks in behind Frank and takes him down with a small package. Shock and awe on faces everywhere as the record breaking International Champion is taken completely by surprise. The referee quickly drops down for another count.

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2…

Frank Lynn kicks out! He screams something incomprehensible and charges at Frank, unleashing a fury that shocks even his own manager. He delivers forearm blows and kicks that drive the Thunder into the corner of the ring. Then he lifts Thunder up and slams him into the corner with an exploder suplex, Thunder’s legs getting tied up in the ropes leaving him in the tree of woe.

Alecia Matthews: That was close and Frank knows it. It lit a fire in him that we haven’t seen before.

Maxwell Dachs: So much of a wrestler’s will to fight comes from avoiding embarrassment. Frank was almost embarrassed by a rookie pinning move. Maybe this anger will keep him focused and he’ll stop making mistakes.

Alecia Matthews: Maybe this anger will lead to him actually killing Thunder. Look at him go. I haven’t seen anyone beat like this since that time Zmey left a bloodied Brennan draped over the Bobby Orr statue back in Boston.

Frank is relentless and merciless delivering more kicks to Thunder’s midsection. He pulls back and circles the ring, gaining speed until he charges at Thunder and delivers a baseball slide kick that damn near knocks Thunder’s head off his shoulders.

Still raging and almost out of control, Frank lifts Thunder out of the tree of woe and slams his head into the turnbuckle multiple times as the fans count along. After reaching ten, Frank stops his assault just long enough to shout to the fans:

Frank Lynn: The legend of Thunder dies in Hell! Right f*cking now!

Alecia Matthews: I believe him!

Maxwell Dachs: We all do. That man is dead serious. Scary dead serious.

And then Frank delivers the most devastating Canadian Destroyer anybody has ever seen. Thunder bounces off the mat several feet into the air and then falls lifeless to the mat. He is out cold. It’s just going through the motions when Frank grabs a leg for a cover. The crowd counts along, even the Thunder supporters who know their hero just got beat by the better man.

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3!

DING DING DING

Christa Adina: Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of the match and still International Champion… the Lethal Weapon Frank LYYYNNNNNN!

The crowd roars, whether in appreciation for Frank or for having witnessed an epic match doesn’t matter.

Medical staff rush into the ring to check on Thunder and, at the rather adamant urging of Frank, “Get that fraud out of my ring”.

Alecia Matthews: What a finisher. Watch the replay of the Canadian Destroyer that put the final nail in Thunder’s coffin. Simply devastating.

Maxwell Dachs: Truer words were never spoken. Frank finally delivered a finisher that Thunder had no counter for. Frank put his lights out and in my eyes he just cemented himself as the greatest

As Thunder is revived enough to exit the ring with assistance from the medics, a spotlight shines on the entrance stage and Lila Sleater makes an appearance.

Lila Sleater: Congratulations Frank. At SuperBrawl and again tonight you made a very strong case that you are indeed the greatest International Champion this company has ever seen. And since this is our first opportunity to publicly celebrate you breaking one of our longest standing and most respected records, I have something special for you. Hit it boys!

Suddenly fireworks shoot into the sky from a barge in the nearby lake. Confetti shoots down from the lighting rigs.

The Dog Who Eats Cheeseburgers makes a rare appearance, t-shirt gun in hand as he dances his way down towards the ring while firing free t-shirts into the crowd.

Frank and Daphne stand in the middle of the ring smiling, Frank stroking the belt draped over his shoulder knowing that finally, there can be no doubt. He is the true record holder. Any remaining doubters are stupid idiots.

It’s all cheers and fun until the celebration is interrupted by an all too familiar tune.

It’s been a long time,

it’s been a long time,

it’s been a long time

since I’ve been home!

Alecia Matthews: Oh God no, not again, not now.

Maxwell Dachs: Yes Alecia, it is happening again right now. How does the saying go? Business is about to pick up!

Frank wastes no time, moving gingerly on his sore knee to exit the ring and grabs a chair from the timekeeper’s area, Daphne at his side holding a baseball bat that mysteriously appeared out of her coat.

David f’n Brennan appears on the stage, his face stone cold and expressionless as he chugs a beer. Then he marches to the ring.

Alecia Matthews: Yes folks, he was true to his word. David f’n Brennan has come to Hell!

The crowd, which should be so hoarse they can’t even whisper, somehow manages yet another deafening roar.

Frank does his best to circle the ring to get the best position, limping slightly on the possibly injured knee.

Maxwell Dachs: Frank is doing his best to prepare for Brennan but I don’t like his chances. He just went though hell against Thunder. he simply doesn’t have enough gas in the tank to deal with Brennan.

Alecia Matthews: Do the smart thing Frank. Run. Discretion is the better part of valor.

The juggernaut that is the former World, International, and Tag Team champion ignores the confetti still falling from the rigging high above and steps into the ring where he chugs another beer to the delight of the crowd.

Then he turns to Frank. Still expressionless, he pulls out another beer out of his jacket and places it in the center of the ring. Then he flips off Frank and leaves just as quickly as he entered.

Alecia Matthews: Wait, that’s it? That was almost respectful, well except for giving Frank the one fingered salute at the end.

Maxwell Dachs: David, you crafty bastard. What mind games are you playing on Frank and the rest of us?

Frank flips Brennan off as he walks away, but only half heartedly. Partly due to his physical condition not being up to the fight Brennan would surely bring to him and partly because of the unexpected show of respect.

Frank slides back into the ring and picks up the beer. He opens it, being sure to aim it away from himself in case Brennan gave it a good shake backstage for an embarrassing surprise.

Frank’s music, “Anthem of the Space” hits as he raises the beer and pours it down his throat.

Alecia Matthews: Well that’s it from Hell folks. Another show that ended with fireworks, literal ones this time! Congratulations to Frank Lynn and all our winners on this night in Hell!

Maxwell Dachs: See you next time, hopefully from inside an air conditioned venue. My suits aren’t cheap.

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Here it is!

I know I'm missing a segment but I couldn't wait any longer and it's not fair to everyone that turned their stuff in on time to keep sitting on the show. I have a plan for that segment if it gets sent to me at a later time so no worries.

Big ups to hazarrd , the new head of the WFWF Graphics Department for the match graphics.

Special thanks to King Richius , bad guy™ , hazarrd and Johnny Mason for their contributions to this show, whether it was a segment or a match. What we lacked in segments, we got in really good matches that all told a story.

Just like the new Tool album, I really hope this was worth the long wait!

The new co-owner will be running next month's show. Who is the new co-owner? I'll reveal it in the GD 

[hazarrd]

Absolutely f**king worth the wait, what a goddamn show, big ups to everyone that wrote the matches and segments, I am really looking forward to the next show

[King Richius]

I skimmed the show to see the winners, will give it a full read later. What I did read looked good.

Forgive me for a brief moment of celebration.  Thunder came back and put up a fight but in the end the Lethal Weapon still has the belt.  Who's next?

[Devilkiller]

Thank you, Mesh, and thank you Cam. Yours was the better roleplay this go round. When you're ready, let's go round two.

This was fantastic! Mason has a win, Maxwell Dachs is intriguing, and we have found the answer to who was the better person, Frank Lynn or Thunder. It was a super close call, and let's just say I'm glad I didn't have to make that call. I wouldn't know whose I would've picked!

Thanks everyone. I hope my next RP comes out better, and I can start being more consistent. Especially with my plans.

[bad guy™]

Damn good show folks.

[Cameron Stone]

I still think you deserved to beat me dude. But I guess I'll take it haha

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Sept 11, 2019 21:39:13 GMT -5 Cameron Stone said:

I still think you deserved to beat me dude. But I guess I'll take it haha

The Cameron Stone Comeback Tour continues!