3/24/11 - Not The Bees! Results

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An opening video of WFWF superstars doing their thing plays before the camera cuts to the ringside area, a respectable display of pyrotechnics going off as we zoom around the screaming fans packed into the Consol Energy Center in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania!

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Matt Steel: My hometown! Yeah!


Matthew Werner: Welcome to the WFWF and this special presentation of "Not The Bees!".


Matt Steel: Hey look, there's Pittsburgh Penguins forward Matt Cooke in the crowd!


He elbows a fan in the back of the head.[/color]


Matt Steel: ... Damn.


Matthew Werner: Let's get underway!


After their respective entrances Lightning and DAVID HANDLECATCH waited in the ring for their special mystery opponents. They, as were most people, slightly surprised when it was a giant chicken nugget and a milkshake.


Despite their apparent handicap, Mr Chicken Nugget and Miss Strawberry Milkshake proved to be a formidable team and too much for Lightning and HANDLECATCH (though in all fairness they were facing food. That's probably gonna affect your gameplan). In the closing moments HANDLECATCH attempted a jumping kick but slipped on Miss Strawberry's Milkshake overspilll, allowing her to hit him in the face with the butt of her glass. From there Mr. Chicken Nugget flew off the top rope with a Shooting Star Press, registering the pin and victory.[/color]


Keri Thames: Your winners of the match ... Mr. Chicken Nugget and Miss Strawberry Milkshake!


Following Mr Chicken Nugget and Miss Strawberry Milkshakes match the shows focus changes to the office of WFWF General Manager Yukio Blaze who at present stands on his crutches, gazing at a television screen in his office.


Blaze:[/b] What in the hell did I sign this place up to……..


Yukio looks on at the monitor horrified as Milkshake and Nugget parade around inside the ring with the crowd in a state of laughter and confusion at the two oversized fast food items in the ring before them.


Blaze:[/b] No, no, no, Superbrawl is in a couple of months, this is supposed to be a respected wrestling federation, we can’t have these …..damn…..sesame street muppet things wondering around on TV. People want to see actual wrestlers when they tune in not Kermit and Piggie’s cousins. The money is good but not…..actually it is that good but still this is too much.


The large brown tray Milkeshake arrived to the ring on lowers down from the rafters allowing both Miss Strawberry Milkshake and Mr Chicken Nugget to make their escape without having to pass the open reaches of the fans alongside the entrance ramp. Yukio takes his seat and brusies his hand through his air as his appears visibly concerned.


Blaze:[/b] Alright, just keep calm, there has to be a way out of this that still keeps the contract in place.


With the WFWF General Manager still worried but back in his seat show returns to ringside.


Keri Thames: The following match is scheduled for one fall with a fifteen minute time limit and it is No Disqualification!


Matt Steel: No DQ? When did THAT get made?


Matthew Werner: If I didn’t know better, I’d say our ring announcer is making things up as she goes along..


No Spectacular Pyro. When his theme plays, he enters out of the curtains onto the stage raising his fists and walks down the ramp into the ring and raises his fists again.[/color]


Matt Steel: Johnny Albright’s entrance?


Matthew Werner: I assume so..


Matt Steel: He really needs to work on that.


The lights in the arena dim, The introduction of "Last Resort" by Papa Roach plays, but only leads into “Mama Said Knock You Out” by Matt Humpreys, which blares over the P/A system. The lights immediately come back up and begin to flash in the entrance way, Percy Jackson making his way through the curtain followed shortly behind by Phillip Schneider. Schneider makes his way to the ring, climbing to the apron and peeling off his jacket, setting it in the corner before climbing into the ring. Schneider stretches his hands and wrists a bit as he waits for the referee to check him for foreign objects.

Johnny Albright, however, isn’t waiting for the bell, as he makes a quick jump on Phillip Schneider. Schneider downed in the corner and Albright is stomping away at him. Albright produces a fork from him boot and stabs downwards into Schneider’s shoulder with it.[/color]


Matt Steel: I realize this is no DQ now, and I realize Albright is a deathmatch guy.. But is that something you REALLY want to do? Stab The King of Gore? They call him The King of Gore. That isn’t a nickname. That’s reality..


Matthew Werner: Ask Reverend Shadow, Thunder, or Trace Demon about him and his skill with weaponry.. All have scars for life thanks to pay per view encounters.


Schneider has some immediate crimson flowing down his shoulder. Albright foolishly throws away the fork. Schneider takes Albright to the ground with a single leg trip and mounts him. Schneider raining down punches on Albright, Albright doing his best to try to escape. Albright flips over to his belly, Schneider hammering him to the side of the head with hooks. Albright puts his hands to his head to try to defend himself, which is just the opening Schneider needed. He locks a rear naked choke on Johnny Albright.[/color]


Matthew Werner: This could be a remarkably short contest, he’s got that choke locked in tight.


Albright grabs the ropes and the referee starts a five count.[/color]


Matt Steel: What’s the ref going to do when he reaches five? It’s no disqualification..


Albright, possibly hearing Matt Steel, realizes the ropes are going to do him no good, and instead rolls under the bottom rope and to the floor, both men crashing to the arena floor with a mighty thud. Albright is the first to his feet. He grabs a chair from ringside. Schneider to his feet and he walks right into a vicious chair shot from Johnny Albright.[/color]


Matt Steel: No hands, chair shot right between the eyes…


Matthew Werner: That’s a concussion..


Albright throws the chair into the ring, then looks under the ring. He finds a brown bag and puts it into the ring. Next, he pulls out a large pane of glass, the crowd gasping and oohing like a baby daddy was revealed as not being the father.[/color]


Matt Steel: Now why the hell was there a pane of glass under the ring?


Matthew Werner: Never know when you’re going to need a six foot pane of glass..


Albright slides the glass into the ring. Schneider is still woozily from the chair shot, and bleeding quite heavily from his face. Albright grabs Schneider by the head and rolls him into the ring. Albright grabs the bag and empties the contents onto the mat, hundreds of glistening gold thumbtacks everywhere. Albright then goes to the glass, setting it up in the corner.[/color]


Matthew Werner: You know, this match is saying a lot for Johnny Albright. Everyone assumed he was a dead man walking, but he’s actually getting in a lot of offense..


Matt Steel: Kind of have to wonder if he’s the one who got the no DQ stip added. Phillip Schneider seemed just as shocked as the rest of us by it..


Schneider has regained his composure. He grabs the chair that Albright used previously, but is unable to use it, as Albright hip tosses Schneider right into the tacks. Schneider rolls to his feet, unphased by the hundreds of tacks stuck in his back. He runs right at Albright and Yakuza kicks him. Albright falls backwards and falls right into the pane of glass, a huge explosion of glass flying into the crowd.[/color]


Matt Steel: That’s a lawsuit waiting to happen..


Matthew Werner: But look what it’s doing for the concession sales. Everyone on that side of the ring either gets to go buy another beer and pretzel, or enjoy a glass laden snack.


Albright is in a heap in the corner. Schneider stands in a daze, just looking at him. Albright slowly comes out of the glass, his back ripped to pieces and bleeding profusely. Schneider goes to his jacket. He grabs the jacket and reaches into the pocket, producing a pack of skewer sticks. The crowd shrieks in horror. Schneider walks to Albright, who’s on his hands and knees. Schneider mounts Albright in a camel clutch like position, and slams a skewer right into the scalp of Albright.[/color]


Matthew Werner: Dear God, that is DISGUSTING! No matter how many times I see that, it’s no less shocking!


Matt Steel: And god damn unnecessary..


Schneider, with a glazed over look in his eyes, jams another skewer into Albright’s head, then another. Then another! Albright is beginning to look like a walking dart board, skewers sticking out of his scalp in all directions. Schneider lets him up.. But only to grab the steel chair. Schneider lines up. He’s waiting for Albright to rise. Albright eventually gets to his feet.. And Schneider crowns him with the steel chair![/color]


Matt Steel: HE HAMMERED THE SKEWERS INTO JOHNNY ALBRIGHT’S BRAIN!


Matthew Werner: Somebody call 911!


Matt Steel: Wrong federation.


Albright falls backwards, falling into the thumbtacks as if it’s really relevant. Schneider makes a cover, hooking the leg of Albright, referee down for the count.[/color]


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Ding! Ding! Ding![/color]


Keri Thames: Your winner of the match ... Phillip Schneider ...


Matt Steel: And that’ll do it for Johnny Albright.


Matthew Werner: May he rest in peace.[/center]

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The crowd is buzzing as they wait for what's next, when suddenly, Sound of Madness hits, and the fans scream in surprise as Cameron Stone steps out onto the stage, dressed in jeans and a black leather jacket, sunglasses on, making his return to the WFWF. It's easily the biggest crowd reaction recieved to date by Stone, likely for the surprise factor. He smiles, and cockily makes his way down to the ring, a bit of a swagger to him. He looks to be in great shape, and he steps into the ring, and poses for a few moments before grabbing a microphone as his music stops.


Cameron Stone: Remember me? It's been a while, hasn't it? The last time you guys saw me was when I got my ass handed to me in a sneak attack before my tag match with Shawn Malakai. Unfortunately, that attack also resulted in me getting injured. And it seems in my absence, things here are going fantastic. Lots of great talent, the place is active as hell. But friends, it's about to get a whole hell of a lot better, because after a brief pause, the Stone Age is back on in full effect. And boy let me tell you, I have huge things planned for this place. Truth is, I could have returned a while ago, but I decided to wait. You see, I'm a smart man. I've been training harder than ever, I took that extra time to make sure I'm not coming back the same as before, I'm coming back even better. I'm putting every single WFWF superstar on notice, I'm back, and I'm going to make some noise, and that is Set. . . . . In. . . .


Cameron Stone is interrupted by a set of cymbal crashes ringing out through the arena. At first it seems like it was a PA system mistake but before too long “Damage Case” by Motorhead begins ringing throughout the arena. No one seems to recognize who this song belongs to but confusion turns into a chorus of boos as emerging from behind the curtain is none other than “Mr. Perpetual Motion” himself, Justin Tyme. Justin appears looking rather dressed down from the way fans are used to. Tyme makes his way to the ring in jeans, black boots and a T-Shirt with his classic logo plastered on the front. Tyme stops himself before entering the ring to play with some of the fans who seem to want nothing to do with him. Justin demands a microphone as he addresses the WFWF universe for the first time in what seems like ages.


Justin Tyme: Cameron! It’s so good to see you again in a WFWF ring. I mean you have been so sorely missed I truly don’t know how this place has survived without you. That extended sabbatical you took was really something.


Justin pauses for a moment, the crowd uncertain what kind of reaction to give to these statements. A small smattering of applause even begins to ring out. Justin however puts a stop to that immediately.


Justin Tyme: Oh wait that’s right, I nearly forgot... No one cares if you’re returning to the WFWF. And do you know why this is Cameron?


The crowd knew something like this was coming and resumed giving Tyme hell for interrupting the huge moment that was supposed to belong to Cameron.


Justin Tyme: Cameron the reason no one really cares that you’re returning to the WFWF is because on this very same night I am here to announce that I, Justin Tyme, am returning to the company that he single handedly built with his own two hands.


The crowd is now booing with great resentment towards these erroneous claims being made.


Justin Tyme: You see it’s been ages, perhaps even eons since the Main Event Messiah has graced these people with the raw talent that can only be possessed by a man such as me. And since I walked away from this place these fans have been yearning for the day when they might see someone that is even one eighth as talented as I am. But such a being does not exist and so it is I who shall return to give you people what you absolutely do not deserve.


Cameron Stone is glaring at Tyme now for interrupting what was supposed to be a proud moment in his career. Justin begins to walk closer to the ring as his confidence in his words begins to rise. Tyme slowly begins to ascend the ring steps as he continues on his tirade.


Justin Tyme: You see Cameron having you return to the WFWF is a huge deal, don’t get me wrong. I mean the fact that you are back competing where you belong is ginormous to the ones of tens of your fans that are scattered across this planet. But when you put Justin Tyme’s name on a marquee well... I hate to say it but you really don’t stand...


Cameron has heard enough of what Tyme had to say. But just as Justin begins his stride across the apron, Cameron rears back and socks Tyme right in the jaw knocking him to the arena floor. Tyme rolls around trying to regain his equilibrium as Stone exits the ring to go on the attack. As Tyme is getting to his feet thanks to the assistance of the ring skirt, Cameron takes it upon himself to once again tackle him to the ground with a Lou Thesz Press and proceeds to reign bombs into the face of Tyme as Justin struggles to cover up. Eventually security and ring crew come down to pull Stone off of Tyme and begin to escort him up the ramp when out of nowhere Justin brakes free of the medical staff trying to treat him and proceeds to attack Stone from behind with a vicious cheap shot kick to the back. Tyme spears Stone to the ground and proceeds to attempt to reign fists into the face of Stone but Cameron turns Tyme over onto his back and goes right back on the attack. Security and referees again manage to separate the two as they escort Tyme to the back with Stone staring a hole right through his chest.


Matthew Werner: Something tells me this isn't over!


Matt Steel: Expert analysis.


Matthew Werner: Well I figured we look lazy if we don't say something.


Backstage, Samael and a cameraman are in the break room, the camera on the counter turned on...no one knowing. Samael's sitting on the counter drinking coffee, and the cameraman's talking and Samael's nodding. All of a sudden into the break room comes Yukio Blaze, on crutches and surprisingly no neckbrace.


Yukio Blaze: Just the man I wanted to talk to. I have something important to run by you.


Cameraman:: Yes?


Yukio Blaze: Not you, Jim. Do me a favor, go get me some toficken.


Jim the Cameraman: Toficken?


Yukio Blaze: The sh*t on the table by the curtain. Just look for Tabitha. That girl never stops eating that stuff.


Jim leaves. Yukio sits down and looks at Samael.


Yukio Blaze: So, Samael. Sammah. Sammy Sam Sam. How are you?


Samael rolls his eyes and takes a sip of his coffee.


Yukio Blaze: How's Shawn? He about ready to come back?


Samael nods.


Yukio Blaze: So...you've got yourself a big match tonight. An XWA original. Could really help you along in your career here.


Samael gives a silly smile and nods his head, drinking more coffee.


Yukio Blaze: You don't talk much, do you?


Samael shakes his head left and right.


Yukio Blaze: Well then this works. I've got a proposition for you and I want you to hear it out completely.


Samael, leaning his head to the side in intrigue, cocking an eyebrow, gets off of the counter and sits opposite of Blaze at the table.


Yukio Blaze: It's really big, and very important to me. And because it's important to me, that will make it doubly important to you. Are you listening?


Samael nods his head.


Yukio Blaze: Alright. But I need you to keep this on the down low, I can't have word of what I'm about to tell you get out, or it ruins the whole plan I have. Alright?


Samael once more nods his head.


Yukio Blaze: Well it's about the...


Samael puts his finger up at Yukio and makes a circle motion with it. Yukio turns around and looks at the counter.


Yukio Blaze: What?


Samael puts his face in his hand as he gets up and walks out of sight of the camera. Yukio sees what Samael saw.


Yukio Blaze: And you couldn't catch the blinking light sooner? Damn, Samael. Turn that off.


The camera goes dark.


And so does everything we see ...

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... Well not really, we just went to commercial.

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Luke Collins is already in the ring. The opening strings of "Awake and Alive" by Skillet fill the arena, causing a few fans to jump to their feet, and the others to turn toward the stage. As the guitar start pumping, Johnny Knight moves through the curtain, stopping at the top of the ramp to look out across the crowd. He smiles, walking down the ramp, slapping hands with fans on each side. Reaching the ring, he grabs the middle rope, pulling himself onto the apron. He ducks down, stepping into the ring. He walks to the corner, stepping onto the middle rope. Looking out with a smile, he raises one arm. He steps down, nodding in appreciation to the crowd.


Matt Steel: Young man Johnny Knight.. What do you say about him, Matthew?


Matthew Werner: I say he’s a man on a mission. Looking to impress one Phillip Schneider..


Matt Steel: Just noticed he’s taken the same two matches that Phillip took when he returned..


Bell sounds and the match is under way. Collar and elbow tie up, broken into a go behind from Luke Collins. Standing switch from Johnny Knight and he immediately takes Luke Collins up and over for a German suplex, with a bridge. Referee down for a count.


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Kick out at two from Luke Collins.[/color]


Matthew Werner: Very near fall from Johnny Knight, proving he isn’t getting paid by the hour.


Matt Steel: I’m getting paid by the hour.


Matthew Werner: Me too!


Matt Steel: Really sucks when the results are half assed, eh?


Matthew Werner: You’re Canadian?


Matt Steel: What are you talking aboot?


Matthew Werner: We just made $10 each rambling for a few lines like this.


Matt Steel: Score!


Luke Collins back to a vertical base, but Johnny Knight immediately takes him back down with a chop block to the back of the knee. Johnny Knight starts to put on a Boston Crab, but Luke Collins is able to lean up, grabbing the head of Johnny Knight and rolling him into a small package. Referee down for a count.


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Kick out at two from Knight.[/color]


Matt Steel: And another near fall.


Matthew Werner: This is a very important match for both men, a great opportunity to get some real attention from the higher ups.


Matt Steel: And here I thought it was the popcorn match of the evening.


Matthew Werner: Nah, popcorn and piss break can be taken during the mixed tag match later.


Both men back to a vertical base once more. Luke takes a wild swing at Johnny, Johnny ducks and throws Luke to the mat. Luke rolls to his stomach, sweeps the leg of Johnny, then scrambles back to his feet. Standing moonsault attempt from Luke Collins, but Johnny Knight gets his knees up.


Matt Steel: We don’t see Luke Collins attempt moves like that very often..


Matthew Werner: And that’s why!


Johnny Knight back to his feet, Luke Collins holding his ribs. Knight runs at Collins and goes for a clothesline, Collins side steps. Collins into the corner at a right angle, then back to the center of the ring. Johnny Knight is thrown off a little bit and gets his head taken off by a boot to the face.


Matt Steel: Big Ass Boot!


Matthew Werner: With expert accuracy!


Collins drags the downed Knight to his feet. Knight is pretty much out of it. Collins lifts Knight up, going for the Burning Hammer, but Johnny Knight slides out of it. The crowd begins to cheer, not for the move, way more than the move deserved. Their cheering reason becomes clear, as Phillip Schneider has made his way down the isle and into the ring. Johnny Knight tries to bum rush him and catches a spinning back elbow to the face. Luke Collins tries the same and bites a flying knee.[/color]


Matthew Werner: Who does Phillip Schneider think he is? Jon Jones?


Matt Steel: Beating dat ass like it stole!


Schneider reaches into his pocket and produces some shish kabob skewers. Luke Collins bails out of the ring quickly. Johnny Knight rolls to his back and stares down Schneider, before wisely rolling out of the ring.[/color]


Matt Steel: Let's declare Schneider the winner.


Matthew Werner: Why?


Matt Steel: He showed up.


We go to commercial.


Then the commercial ends.[/color]


As we return from commercial, the unnerving humming of "O' Death" by Jen Titus rings over the P.A. system, inciting the capacity crowd in attendance.


Matthew Werner: Well, ladies and gentlemen, it appears Jason Jadoa is a man of his word after all.


Matt Steel: He is a virtuous man.


Matthew Werner: ... Not exactly how I'd put it but to each his own, I guess.


After several moments, Jason Jadoa steps out through the curtain and onto the stage, walking down toward the ring in non-spectacular fashion.


Matt Steel: I think the question here now is whether or not Alex Sean will even show up to accept. I mean I'm not questioning Sean's courage or anything like that, but you have to imagine that there's more to this than meets the eye when dealing with Jason Jadoa and, visa-vi, King Kraig.


Matthew Werner: If I had to guess, if Alex Sean is in this building, Jadoa may not even have to challenge him to bring him out here.


Having concluded the obligatory banter preceding one making his way to the ring, Jason Jadoa steps up the ring steps and through the ropes. He quickly approaches the broadcast side of the ring and reaches out to Keri Thames, to which she obliges in handing him a microphone. His music fades out and Jadoa takes the center of the ring, waiting a few brief moments before getting things underway.


Jason Jadoa: It seems as if there are a great many people who wish to judge or criticize my actions of late. Whether it be Turning his head toward Matthew Werner. ... The WFWF's resident play-by-play announcer...


Matt Steel: Ohhh, he called you out, son.


Jason Jadoa: ... Or all of you fans in attendance. It's unfortunate, I suppose, that these people who... Condemn my actions, haven't the memory, or are simply too deluded, too caught up in their adoration of Alex Sean to see the entirety of what's between us. You see, just over three years ago, it was Alex Sean who started this between us. Bitter and angry over being, as he saw it, forced out of the WFWF when CBT and I took over in the fall of 2006, he sought to get a measure of vengeance.


Jadoa looks down at his right arm.


Jason Jadoa: On that night, SuperBrawl V, to be exact, he attacked me, damaged my arm, and took me out of action for months. That's where it all started. I suppose in saying that, it would make my actions appear to be the end result of some grandiose plan to destroy Alex Sean, but the truth is, nothing I could have done, nothing I could do, nothing I could even conspire to put together, could have served that purpose more than Alex Sean's own actions. The truth is, for the past few years, I have struggled with myself to find my purpose in life. I accomplished virtually everything I could have ever wished to achieve in my career, but yet when I tried to walk away, it all felt... Incomplete. But as I watched the WFWF from afar and I saw what Alex Sean had become, I saw an opportunity. A chance to define my legacy. I guess you could even say I saw something resembling... Destiny.


Jadoa pauses for a few moments.


Jason Jadoa: And that's what this is. Unlike Alex Sean's attempt to destroy me years ago, this is not something driven by petty vengeance, but rather driven by the knowledge that I have a significant place in history as the man who will finish Alex Sean's career, and in doing so, further define my own. So, with that all being said, I make my challenge to you, Alex Sean. Face me, one-on-one, at Scars and Stripes. I've given you every reason to see me as your enemy, given you every incentive to wish to seek out further vengeance on me. So, here's your chance Alex Sean. Take it or leave it.


And with that, Jadoa lowers his hands to his waist, awaiting Sean's acceptance. After a few moments, "99 Problems" blasts over the P.A. system to an ovation from the audience. As the verse kicks in, Sean steps through the curtain and onto the stage, wasting no time in walking down the ramp.


Matthew Werner: Well, I hate to sound cliche, but business is about to pick up!


Sean quickly makes his way down toward the ringside area then slides in the ring under the bottom rope. He approaches Jason Jadoa, who nonchalantly holds the microphone out to Sean. After eyeing him down momentarily, Sean grabs the microphone from Jadoa and begins to speak.


Alex Sean: I'ma keep this short, Shadow; You want to face me, then let's do it. Scars and Stripes, whatever. I'll face you any time, any place. But as far as I'm concerned, there's no time like the present.


With that, Sean drops the microphone and extends his arms out, inviting Jadoa to take a shot. As things begin to heat up in the ring, the unmistakable voice of King Kraig rings out bringing about a chorus of boos from the fans in attendance, as the President of the WFWF steps through the curtain.


King Kraig: Hold it... Hold it.


Sean immediately turns to face the stage, staring out at King Kraig.


King Kraig: Hah. Typical Alex Sean. You think you can just come out here and decide who you face and when you face them? I'm King Kraig, I am the President of the WFWF and I, not you, call the shots around here.


There's a long pause, Sean's expression growing more irritated with the second.


King Kraig: ... And I have decided that yes, you will face Jason Jadoa at Scars and Stripes. In fact, I think that's a great idea if I don't say so myself. But see, this whole... No better time like the present thing, that doesn't exactly work for me. You might not be aware of this, Sean, but this is in fact, a business. And I'm not in the business of giving away matches that I expect people to pay to see for free on television weeks before the match itself is going to take place.


Gradually, a smirk creeps across King Kraig's face.


King Kraig: But, I see that you came here to fight and, since I'm as unbiased and impartial as they come, I suppose it couldn't hurt to oblige your wishes. In fact, Alex Sean, I've found someone who wants you just as bad as Jason Jadoa.


And with that, "Unorthodox Manifesto" by Dimmu Borgir emanates from the P.A. system, the immediately recognizable music of one Calvin Lee.


Matthew Werner: It couldn't be...


After a few moments, Calvin Lee steps out onto the stage, the fans booing him mercilessly for his apparent betrayal of Alex Sean. Lee's eyes lock with Sean's, Sean aware of Lee's intentions, and Lee strangely calm and unapologetic about the entire situation.


Matt Steel: Well, didn't see that coming.


Matthew Werner: I can't believe this! Alex Sean has been a mentor, has helped Calvin Lee become the champion he's been, and now he's going to not only betray him, but betray him to side with King Kraig, Jason Jadoa, and EBR, who he also betrayed!?


Matt Steel: When you put it that way it sounds kind of convoluted. Though I blame your wording more than anything, to be honest.


Calvin Lee calmly walks down the ramp, never losing eye contact with Sean in the process. As the two stare each other down, Jadoa begins bracing himself behind Alex Sean. With a slight tilt of his head, Calvin Lee seems to tip Sean off of Jadoa's actions but only in time enough for Sean to turn around right into Jadoa's patented Revelation, Jadoa's foot colliding with Sean's chest then coming down ontop of him with a stomp!


Matthew Werner: My god! The Revelation!


Jadoa stares down at Sean who clutches his chest just as Lee begins ascending the ring steps. He steps through the ropes and approaches Jadoa, gesturing for him to step aside. The former Reverend Shadow casts a disapproving stare at Lee, the past animosity between the two still somewhat resonating, but finally obliges, clearing room for Calvin Lee. Lee then grabs ahold of Sean's head and lifts him up off the canvas. As he gets Sean to his feet, Calvin locks his hand around the back of Sean's head and stares in his face. He speaks to Sean for a moment, mostly inaudibly but saying something to the effect of "it's just business", then hoists Sean in position for his patented Wrist Clutch Burning Hammer. He holds his former ally up on his shoulders, then drops him down on the top of his skull, rendering Sean completely unconscious.


Matthew Werner: This is despicable! I can't believe what I'm seeing!


Matt Steel: Well, I think it's pretty clear that more than anything; Money talks.


And with that, we fade to commercial as Jason Jadoa and Calvin Lee stand above the fallen Alex Sean.[/center]

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We return.

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Matthew Werner: All I'm saying is that was completely uncalled for - oh, we're back.


Matt Steel: Word. I had to deal with his crying through the entire commercial. It's a hard job but someone's gotta do it.


Matthew Werner: Whatever the case, let's move on to our next match.


Matt Steel: It involves Ace Bennett and Tabitha Owens. You're not gonna start bitching about Braden Munroe's injury are you?


This match had its moments of blowout and its moments of very close, depending on who was in the ring, though Ace and Tabitha dominated almost all of the ring time. Jackal and King were taken out early by Ace and Tabitha respectively. When the two locked up, Tabitha looked very strong, getting Ace down a few times and using a solid ground and pound style. Bennett began to fight himself back into it when Tabitha took him down with a dirty blow when the ref was distracted. Tabitha continued to be on the offensive, getting near pinfall after near pinfall until one time, Ace evaded one of her blows. King took out Jackal in retribution for the previous week and Ace got the three count on Tabitha after a nasty looking Syracuse Drop off of the top rope.


Keri Thames: Your winners of the match ... Ace Bennett & AJ King!


Immediately following the match, Ace Bennett stands victorious, while King and Jackal make their way to the back. The Ref hands Bennett his WFWF National Championship Belt as he holds it in the air, even though he didn't just defend it or anything. The fans applaud him and while he exits the ring, his fallen adversary is sitting up with utter horror written across her face. Her hands are trembling and her skin goes pale as she realizes what just took place. No longer is she the only undefeated competitor in WFWF. She is now…just like everyone else! The Ref goes to make sure she's okay, but she is unresponsive. He snaps his fingers in front of her eyes, but still…there is no movement. He does this again and Tabitha is seemingly brought out of her trance. She glances up at the Ref from her seated position and grabs a hold of his hand. The Ref replies with a puzzled look before The Black Dahlia takes the hand into her mouth and begins to bite down, hard. The Ref yells out in pain as Tabitha rises to her feet, never letting him free from her grip. As she reaches a standing position, she begins to shake her head, rapidly, causing the Ref's entire arm to shake. The Ref calls out for help as a couple more WFWF Officials run down in an attempt to free him from Tabitha. It takes a few good moments, but they finally get her to release the Ref. He begins showing off the bite mark, which now has blood dripping down. Tabitha then rolls out of the ring and takes a microphone from whoever the hell the Ring Announcer is. She breathes into it heavily, before speaking.


Tabitha Owens: What just happened?! No, wait! Don't answer that! And what am I even doing? I shouldn't be allowed to be seen here! I shouldn't be allowed to speak! I just lost…to…Ace Bennett!


Tabitha looks as though she is going to throw up at the mentioning of his name. But before she loses it, she suddenly rushes towards the barricades outside the ring and hurls herself into them. The impact isn't quite that bad so she stands once more and then throws herself into the barricade again. The fans sitting behind them, look around, completely lost.


Tabitha Owens: I'm a loser! A loser, I say!


She stands up, not really feeling much effect from her attempts at hurting herself. She then looks at the microphone and smashes it over her own head. She falls down to her knees before screaming about how she can't believe this happened. The scene finally cuts to a commercial as everyone in attendance is entirely baffled.[/center]

[sonstuds]

We're back in the saddle again.

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Matthew Werner: At "The EBR Appreciation Show" we all witnessed the successful debut of renowned PRW and XWA wrestler Hutton Brown.


Matt Steel: Sure.


Matthew Werner: We also saw Samael Ahriman get an impressive victory.


Matt Steel: Say Matthew, are you hyping up this upcoming Hutton Brown vs. Samael Ahriman match!?


Matthew Werner: Yes I am because I felt it looked weird to just jump into a summarized match!


Keri Thames: The following match is scheduled for one fall and has a fifteen minute time limit.


Matt Steel: That seems ominous.


This match was truly superb. It started out like any other with a tie up, Hutton getting the advantage with a headlock. Samael escaped quickly though, taking Hutton down with an Oushi hip throw, showing his unorthodox Judo skills. Right up though is Hutton. He attempts the Slap to the Face, but at the last second Samael ducks and snakes behind Brown, leaping onto his back and falling backwards, locking in a rear naked choke, his legs wrapped around the waist of Brown like a snake. Brown was beginning to fade when he, in desperation, bridged himself and launched himself up and over for a very awkward pin attempt that Samael broke out of, which forced him to break the hold also. Both men got to their feet, only to have Hutton drop Samael with a Spinning Wheel Kick. Merciless, he locked in the Sharpshooter on the man who relied heavily on his legs for his arsenal. It took some strength but Samael dragged his way to the ropes, Hutton broke the hold immediately.


Hutton pulled Samael up but Samael countered with a hand to the throat. He attempted the throat slam, but this was quickly interrupted by Keri Thames.


Keri Thames: The following match has exceeded the fifteen minute time limit ... sorry, guys. Work faster next time.


Matt Steel: Damn that's unfulfilling.


Matthew Werner: But what a match! They get our first annual, but in all likelihood probably last, match of the night!





Matt Steel: God bless America.


Following the match the programming is taken over by a pre recorded video. A long hallway takes the focus; the hallway is lined by matching doors, similar in everyway but for the metal numbers screwed upon them. Nervously pacing down the corridor comes an oddly shaped who paces by many door numbers, 396, 397, 398 until finally stopping outside of room 399. Strangely rather then knocking on the door the figure bashes against it in a headbutt like motion, hitting twice before waiting for a response. Seconds pass before the figure looses his nerve and turns to walk away, taking one step back down the corridor before shaking and returning to the door to once again bash against it however this time as he connects the door slams back against the wall inside the room. The room is a single bed hotel room, obviously occupied as the bed seats lay in a mess and the television blasts out an old Samurai film, the glare from the TV highlighting the over size walking chicken nugget stood in the doorway of the hotel room.


Mr Chicken Nugget:[/b]……ermm, Miss Strawberry Milkshake? Are you here?


Mr Chicken Nugget steps into the room slowly taking anxious looks around before carefully manoeuvring himself to push the door closed. Cautiously Nugget steps forward across the room until suddenly he stumbles over a blue towel covered in white foamy white patches, now stood outside the bathroom door Nugget hears the unmistakeable sound a showers water flowing.


Mr Chicken Nugget:[/b] Oh no! Sorry, I didn’t realise you were busy, I’ll just turn the television off for you and leave.


Almost tip toeing across the room Mr Chicken Nugget heads to the television set but stands confused as he now realises due to his build he is unable to turn the off dial on the set.


Mr Chicken Nugget:[/b] Ok I can’t just turn it off……maybe if I pull the cord from…..


The shower water stops and Nugget pauses mid sentence before spinning around, his timing turning out to be uncomfortable. From the bathroom Miss Strawberry Milkshake steps out with a shower cap over her straw end, cherry in hand and most of her white cream removed.


Miss Strawberry Milkshake:[/b] Oh my Mr Chicken Nugget, you’ve seen me foamless!


Miss Strawberry Milkshake lets out an innocent giggle at the end of her sentence as Mr Chicken Nugget races toward the hotel room door.


Mr Chicken Nugget:[/b] Oh god, I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to see you exposed like that, I’m really really really sorry.


Whilst speaking Mr Chicken Nugget franticly beats his crispy golden frame against the door desperately trying to get a flake under the handle to open it. Miss Strawberry Milkshake laughs a little more before walking over to Nugget.


Miss Strawberry Milkshake:[/b] Oh come on now, I know it was just an innocent mistake, I didn’t mean to make you go all red.


Miss Strawberry Milkshake reaches out with her home and turns Mr Chicken Nugget around reacting with a surprised manor as she comes clean glass to golden batter with her friend.


Miss Strawberry Milkshake:[/b]…..oh…..well I thought you would have at least blushed!


The two stand in silence for a few seconds before Miss Strawberry Milkshake moves Mr Chicken Nugget to one side so she can open the hotel room door for him as the commercial fades to a black background with plain white writing.


“No Artificial Coloring at McRegal's Restaurants”[/b][/center]

With our attention back to the ring ...


Keri Thames: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome Yukio Blaze!


Yukio Blaze enters the arena in a somber mood, with no music accompanying him. Not surprisingly, this only emphasizes the boos directed at him even more. He is moving very slowly on crutches, and also has a neck brace on. On each side of him is a burly male nurse.

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Matt Steel: Hey, those are my nurses!


Matthew Werner: This is no time to be making jokes.


Matt Steel: . . . I wasn't.


Eventually Blaze makes his way to the ring, and which pointed he is helped up to the stairs by his attendants. They also hold the ropes open for him as he struggles to make it inside. Once inside, the two men back off slightly, allowing Blaze a chance to speak.


Yukio Blaze: I would just like to begin by saying that I have been overwhelmed with letters in support of me after my vicious attack last week.


Matthew Werner: He would have gotten more, but he ran out of stamps.


Yukio Blaze: I really appreciate the outpouring of support, and I thought I should come out here to update everyone on my condition. After all, we all know how important I am to this company. As you can obviously see, my injuries are very severe. I cannot walk without assistance and it will take quite some time for my neck to heal.


Matthew Werner: It looked pretty well healed to me earlier.


Yukio Blaze: But I will not let these injuries hold me back. We all know this company would die without me, so I will be here every week. And I know that's what each and every one of you want.


The audiences responds in a way that indicates that is not, in fact, what they want.


Yukio Blaze: But there's one more thing I need to address tonight, and that is about the horrific act perpetrated against me. I did nothing to warrant what happened to me. I was just having a normal dialogue with Thunder, and he completely lost it. I had no choice but to stick to my ruling and fire the man.


But I want to make something very clear. Thunder will not get away with this. Firing him isn't good enough. I will not let his last moment in this company be walking out with his head held high, and me humiliated. Nobody humiliates me, and certainly not some piss poor excuse of a human being. You will be the one humiliated, Thunder. I have plans for you. Now gentleman, if you please, let's get out of here.


With assistance, Blaze leaves the ring and we go to our last commercial of the night.[/center]

[sonstuds]

After a commercial break for the newest and most amazing cartoon out there right now, Transformers: Prime, the WFWF returns and Ace Bennett is seen walking backstage in his casual clothes. Earlier tonight, Bennett did the unthinkable by ending Tabitha Owens' outstanding undefeated streak. Many didn't think it would be possible on account of she is, without a doubt, the most feared competitor EVER in the WFWF. Bennett walks near an interview set up, where a few expensive camera's and monitors are in place. He starts to walk past them until a bizarre screech is heard from behind. Bennett begins to turn, but before he gets the chance, Tabitha Owens rushes onto his back and starts striking him in the back of the head. Bennett spins around, trying to get her off him. As she screams at him about defeating her, he finally manages to use his strength advantage in order to toss her off, sending her crashing into the camera's. As she lands into them, they fall to the concrete floor, shattering into pieces.


Tabitha isn't down for long as she gets right back up and lunges towards Bennett again.


Ace Bennett: What the hell is wrong with you, crazy?


The only reply he gets is Tabitha running at him with a vengeful glare on her beautiful face. Before Owens makes contact with Bennett, he gets right in her way, and grabs a hold of her, throwing her into the monitors nearby. Once again, she crashes into them, knocking them over and causing them to break apart. Bennett then looks at Tabitha like she's complete nutcase. Bennett then quickly flee's the scene, leaving the broken equipment and Tabitha lying motionless on the floor.


Matt Steel: He's an idiot if he thinks everyone in this building didn't just see what happened.


The opening chords of ‘Destabilise’ hits the speakers as the lighting in the arena becomes a shade of crimson. As the bass hits Trace Demon walks out onto the stage as the crowd pop loudly.

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Matthew Werner: Main event time and I don’t think anyone is looking forward to this more than Trace Demon.


Trace walks out onto the ramp before holding his arm, fingers pointed like a gun. He throws his hands up, mouthing “Boom” as a huge wall of flame shoots up from the stage.[/color]


Matthew Werner: Trace Demon is, of course, one of the loudest protesters to King Kraig’s presidency.


Matt Steel: Yeah that’s a good way to keep yourself in good gracious and elevate yourself. Seriously, do some people just not know how to play the game?


Trace slowly makes his way to the ring, jumping onto the apron and entering between the top and middle rope. He ascends the turnbuckle and points at the crowd, grinning, before jumping down and stopping in the centre of the ring.[/color]


Matthew Werner: Yeah speaking of “playing the game” ...


We are directed towards the entrance way, and perhaps more specifically the black chorus split on both the left and right of it.[/color]


Black Chorus: Oh-ooh! Hey! Hey! Oh-ooh! Hey! Hey! Oh-ooh! Hey! Hey!


The lights dim as teal and orange strobe lights begin to flash around the arena.[/color]


I'm living in that 21st century
Doin' something mean to it
Do it better than anybody you ever seen do it
Screams from the haters, got a nice ring to it
I guess every superhero need his theme music


No one man should have all that power


Once the beat picks up four break dancers jump out from the back, clad in teal and orange glow in the dark vests.[/color]


Matthew Werner: ... Is this going to be a weekly occurrence or what?


Matt Steel: So your pessimism extends to the art of dance as well? Why are you this way, and is it possible for you to change?


Once their routine calls for them to move to the side, EBR finally emerges from the back to a standard round of boos. Without hesitation the Heavyweight Champion walks towards the ring, only giving the occasional glance to the crowd as Trace Demon leans against the turnbuckle, smirking.[/color]


Matthew Werner: One can assume that EBR is well aware of the comments Trace Demon made about him at “The EBR Appreciation Show”.


Matt Steel: It’s just bulletin board material, Matty. If you want my opinion, EBR will just use it as motivation and it puts Trace Demon at a disadvantage.


Matthew Werner: I don’t know, usually the biggest disadvantage for EBR opponents is wrestling someone else prior to a match with him.


Matt Steel: Shots fired!


Ascending the ring steps, EBR steps through the second and third rope as his lighting resumes per normal and “Power” gradually begins to fade out. EBR hands the referee his Heavyweight Title as the bell is rung.[/color]


Ding! Ding! Ding![/color]


Both men meet in the centre of the ring, seemingly waiting for the other to make the first move. Trace Demon does just that as he smacks EBR in the face.[/color]


Matt Steel: What a womanly thing to do.


EBR simply looks at Trace Demon, followed by spitting to his right and charging at Trace Demon, pushing him into the corner. The referee orders for a break, which EBR ignores with a dirty forearm to the chin of Trace.[/color]


Matthew Werner: Now that’s just uncalled for.


With Trace temporarily slumped over the referee forces EBR to the side, administering him and threatening a disqualification if these unsportsmanlike shenanigans continue. Once Trace is back to a standing base EBR again charges, Trace moving out of the way. EBR stops before he connects with the turnbuckle but he isn’t able to prevent Trace’s jumping foot from kicking him in the jaw! With EBR down Trace grabs a hold of his head and arm and attempts to apply the Triangle Chokehold. EBR grabs a hold of the bottom rope with his free hand before it can ever be fully performed, and as such the referee calls for a break. The ref is calling it down the middle. Respect that professionalism.[/color]


Matthew Werner: Trace Demon looking to end this quickly. A win would do great things for Trace Demon here tonight. Not only would he get a victory over the WFWF Heavyweight Champion, it’d be the perfect way to stick it to King Kraig.


Matt Steel: What’s his problem with Kraig anyways? Last I checked the only person who has any legitimate beef would be Alex Sean, and it’s not like he didn’t bring any of it on himself.


Matthew Werner: Someone has to stand up for what’s right.


Matt Steel: Yeah he’s a real modern day Rosa Parks.


Not wanting to give his opponent any time to regroup, Trace Demon is quick to grab a hold of EBR as he’s bringing himself up. Locking his arms behind his back Trace Demon looks for a Tiger Suplex, but EBR is able to wrap his leg around the bottom rope, preventing Trace from lifting him. In an impressive display of strength EBR jerks back, causing the unexpecting Trace Demon to break the hold and stagger back a couple of feet. The Heavyweight Champion fires at Demon’s nose with a hard elbow before taking him down with a Yakuza Kick![/color]


Matt Steel: That probably hurt.


With Trace downed, EBR resides in the corner of the ring. Once Trace attempts to pull himself up, EBR dashes at his opponent, stomping him on the back of the head.[/color]


Matthew Werner: It’s actions like that which have to make you believe EBR is trying to send a message to DGX.


Matt Steel: And I’m sure DGX is watching wherever he is. After interrupting the “EBR Appreciation Show” and more importantly King Kraig he probably figures it’s in his best interest to not be here.


Matthew Werner: You might be right.


Dragging up Trace Demon by his hair EBR places his head between his legs, the set-up to the Folding Powerbomb. Once Trace is elevated he fires away with several desperate right hands, doing everything to avoid what would, presumably, end the contest. This strategy pays dividends as EBR’s grip is lost and Trace is able to drop down in front of EBR, connecting with a Burning Lariat![/color]


Matthew Werner: Burning Lariat! Trace has all the momentum!


Demon rises to his feet, throwing up his arms to get the crowd into it as he looks to finish EBR off with the Demonstration of Hell. That is, until, a murmur is heard from the crowd followed by full on boos as the camera captures Jason Jadoa and Calvin Lee descending down the ramp, King Kraig following several feet behind.[/color]


Matthew Werner: Oh what the hell is this!?


Matt Steel: Don’t be so quick to jump to conclusions, Matthew.


Trace Demon leans over the ring ropes, yelling at this group and in particular King Kraig who is caught on camera saying “this is my show”.[/color]


Matt Steel: They do have every right to watch this match ...


With his eyes still on the President & CEO of the WFWF Trace Demon continues to voice his displeasure ... until he’s caught from behind with the George Atkinson Lariat from a risen EBR![/color]


Matthew Werner: Dammit! This is ridiculous!


Smiling, King Kraig watches as EBR lifts Trace Demon’s body, slamming him into the mat with the Folding Power-Bomb and subsequent pin.[/color]


... 1[/color] ...


... 2[/color] ...


Matthew Werner: This is a God damn fraud!


... 3[/color] ...


Ding! Ding! Ding![/color]


Once the bell is rung Calvin Lee and Jason Jadoa rush into the ring, proceeding to stomp on the body of Trace Demon to an expected chorus of boos from the crowd as King Kraig climbs the steel steps and enters.[/color]


Matthew Werner: So attacking Alex Sean isn’t enough? This was completely unprovoked!


With the orders of King Kraig both Jadoa and Lee bring up Trace Demon’s body. Calvin Lee grabs Demon’s arm and places it between his legs before lifting Demon onto his shoulders. Pausing momentarily, Calvin Lee drops him head first into the canvas with the second Wrist-Clutch Burning Hammer of the night![/color]


Matthew Werner: Trace Demon is completely defenseless here! Why isn’t anyone stopping this!?


Matt Steel: Would you? We brought up DGX not being here tonight ... after watching this I think it’s pretty evident that was done intentionally.


After receiving directions from King Kraig the time keeper hands the Heavyweight title to EBR, who has simply remained leaning against the turnbuckles the entire time, a lackadaisical demeanor and look of general disinterest on his face. After a couple cheap(er) shots by Calvin courtesy of right hands to his face, Lee drags up the now near lifeless body of Trace Demon, holding him up in the middle of the ring. Kraig approaches EBR, and after a quick pep talk of some kind points at Demon. EBR looks at Kraig, shrugging as Kraig continues what is now becoming a verbal rampage which widely consists of “he disrespected us!” and its various variations.[/color]


Matthew Werner: C’mon ... they’ve made their point ...


It’s not until Kraig begins to shout “Do it! Just do it!” does EBR finally take action, running at Demon and smacking him in the face with the Heavyweight Title. Demon immediately drops to the mat, the boos growing louder.[/color]


Matthew Werner: C’mon ... was this really necessary?


Kraig nods at EBR in reverence who, after looking at Calvin’s extended right arm for several seconds, finally gives him the apparent fist bump he was looking for. Meanwhile Jason Jadoa, watching with his arms crossed, has a quick talk with Kraig who agrees with whatever it was that was said as both begin to exit the ring, Calvin following suit soon thereafter.[/color]


Matthew Werner: So what have we learned tonight? I mean really? Are these just the new “rules”? Seriously, this is a sham. It’s absolutely ridiculous.


Matt Steel: Look man, I feel bad for Trace Demon and all ... but let’s be real, this is what happens when you talk sh*t.


With that, we are viewed with Kraig, Jadoa, and Calvin all exiting to the back as EBR remains walking up the ramp, several feet behind them before the camera cuts back to Trace Demon, laid out in the middle of the ring as the WFWF logo flashes across the screen.[/color]


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[Justin Sanity]

even though my RP wasnt as good as the last one. (in my opinion) the match was sick as hell, i would like to thank Phil on such a good match

[bad guy™]

I don't know what was better, getting the Match of the Night award or seeing Matt Cooke elbow a fan. Regardless, fabulous.

[Ace Bennett]

Loving how the feud between myself and Tabitha is going so far. Great work on the segments, Brad. The show was great, and the Brown/Ahriman match was deservingly match of the night.

[Prophet of Ash]

really disappointed with the commercials this time around

[sonstuds]

Mar 24, 2011 20:47:03 GMT -5 Prophet of Ash said:

really disappointed with the commercials this time around

Ahaha well I figured since last time they weren't commercials and just Seinfeld clips that maybe it was time to put an end to it.

[Calvin]

omg i didn't read any seinfeld clips to the archieve I go.

[Deleted]

Wow, Match of the Night in my second showing? I'm stunned and honored.

What a show.