Post by bad guy™ on Apr 24, 2014 23:30:17 GMT -5
Cameron Stone: Ladies and gentlemen, the WFWF is PROUD to present…
Samael Ahriman: …LIVE from Tempe, Arizona!
Alecia Matthews: SuperBrawl VIII!
Fireworks go off everywhere! The stage lights up. There is pyro from the ring. Fireworks shoot from the rafters down into the fans, limbs exploding, bodies everywhere.
…oh…this is not the intro to a Phillip Schneider match? Someone should have told me that beforehand.
Alecia Matthews: Welcome everyone to Superbrawl VIII, the show where men become legends.
Samael Ahriman: And legends become Gods.
Alecia Matthews: Think we will have any ascensions to god status tonight?
Cameron Stone: I think this is where I take over.
Samael Ahriman: You think you will become a god?
Cameron Stone: No. But I will make sure Shannon’s God complex is kept in check and her status in this company lowered.
Alecia Matthews: To what? Mid card?
Cameron Stone: Disabled list.
Samael Ahriman: Clever. But I like the odds of others walking out of this show on stretchers instead of her.
Alecia Matthews: For starters, the tag team title match is going to lead to a lot of damage to a good portion of our roster. Someone is gonna have to catch on fire in that match to get their team the victory.
Cameron Stone: We have the retirement match of ZMaster, with not only his career, but his mask is also on the line. How hard will he fight to maintain the aura of mystique?
Alecia Matthews: Speaking of hard fought matches, no one has been in more of those than WFWF International Champion Yukio Blae. But this may be the fight of his career, the rocket ship star Joe Bishop wants that belt.
Samael Ahriman: Ad no one wants a certain belt more than Phillip Schneider. For years, obsessed with getting that National Championship to complete his grand slam…you would think absolutely nothing could stop him. Well…take a look at the other side of the graphic. Drakz. Phillip Schneider. Barn burner.
Cameron Stone: Let’s not discount the fact that we have David Brennan and Josh Dean both returning from lengthy hiatuses, looking to get out of the gates in their returns with a win.
Alecia Matthews: And speaking of returns, DEVILKILLER! TOMMY STAXX! Gonna be epic.
Samael Ahriman: And of course, we have our blockbuster main event, WFWF Champion Trace Demon defending against four other ladies and gentlemen inside of a Hell in a Cell.
Alecia Matthews: Not a steel cage?
Cameron Stone: Why on earth would there be a steel cage?
The camera’s switch to a back hallway where the man, the myth, the legend, Isaac Cray aka Drakz walking and carrying a gym bag. It is so fascinating that he is walking that the cameras just follow him for another 20 seconds without a word being said. He stops in front of a door and pushes it open, walking into the locker room. He takes two steps in before he stops dead in his tracks. Before him is a midget. Now just any midget, The Midget. His bald head, little tattooed arms, and gangster apparel is all too familiar. He is sitting on a bench where his little feet dangle just above the floor. The sight of this particular little person doesn’t bring a smile to the face of the Brit. The Midget, on the other hand, is all smiles at the sight of Drakz.
Drakz:So I see a hobbit got lost when he ventured out of the Shire. Are you travelling to Mordor or going to Lonely Mountain to fight the dragon Smaug?
The Midget manages a slight chuckle though it is obvious he isn’t fond of the hobbit comment.
The Midget:So I see you can walk upright now, it only took what a year? How’s that back?
Drakz:Enough with this little muppet, where is your handler? Doesn’t he always have one end of your leash?
Drakz’s eyes dart around the room to make sure he isn’t walking into an ambush.
The Midget:My leash came off when you killed him 18 months ago.
Drakz just stares, no response coming. The Midget adopts a very somber demeanor.
The Midget:Oh, you didn’t know that you killed him? Well you might as well been the one nailing him to that cross.
Again no response from Drakz, just an icy stare that will hopefully cause this dwarf to spontaneously combust into flames.
The Midget:Unfortunately for the world, He is no longer with us. I hope you can live with that.
The Midget changes pace so quickly you would think he is bipolar. Hint, he probably is.
The Midget: (smiling) But that means no leash for good ole Donnie Monty Kent…
Drakz:And you are here why then? To tell me some more news I don’t care about?
DMK:If only that you care that I am now officially welcomed in the WFWF.
Drakz:Meaning they have instituted midget tossing? Maybe Mr. Demon is pretty smart. I can go ahead and give you a preview of that.
DMK suddenly hops onto the bench that he was sitting on putting him almost eye level with Drakz.
DMK:Actually asshat, I am now officially employed as a manager here in the WFWF. Mr. Demon is pretty smart, he helped facilitate it. I guess he saw money in this little frame. Who can blame him? I am The Midget that is going to f~ck up the whole world here.
Drakz:Someone employed you as their manager? Who?
DMK hops down off the bench and walks towards Drakz stopping right next to him.
DMK:You will see here soon. I just thought I would let you know personally, since we used to be family and all. If you see American History X around, let him that I will see him here soon also. Good luck tonight against the Jew.
DMK walks by Drakz and out of the locker room but not before giving Drakz a slap on the ass for encouragement, since you know, he can’t reach Drakz’s back because he is a midget. And midgets are short.
Drakz tosses his bag onto a nearby chair and moves to shut the locker room door. Before he closes it though he rests his arms on either side of the frame and sticks his head out, looking right then left. As he turns left though he comes face to face with the aforementioned skin head, and previously good friend, David Brennan.
Drakz stays, hanging out of the door way to block his path, his eyes locked with Brennan's. The two men don't say a word and strangely whilst there is a tension between them they both seem rather casual about the whole meeting. Brennan finally breaks the silence.
David Brennan: Excuse me.
Drakz bends his arms, pulling himself back into the door way a little and Brennan walks on down the corridor, Drakz turning his head to follow him as he does. A strange run in between two men who used to be running partners, especially following Brennan's verbalisation of his displeasure at Drakz's new agenda.
The sound of Brennan's hob nail boots fades as he trudges into the distance and Drakz finally pulls himself fully back into the room, shakes his head with a look of abandon and closes the door.
We cut to another part of the arena where we see Cam Nitta eating Chinese food. Shocker. A techie comes up to Nitta and the two strike up a conversation in front of the catering table when out of no where BAM. Nitta is down. Two people dressed in all black are mugging Cam Nitta. The larger of the two picks up Nitta and powerbombs him through the catering table, Nitta taking a tossed salad to the face.
Yeah. We went there.
The people in black turn around towards the camera and show that they are Slanted and Enchanted, smiling.
Samael Ahriman: DAMMIT! Those two again! And they took out Nitta. What about Mak Cross later tonight?
Christa Adina: Ladies and gentlemen - the following contest is scheduled for one fall!
The opening riffs of 'Perfect Strangers' by Deep Purple hit and the hue dims to where the entrance way is barely visible. A few seconds play as the entrance way becomes filled by someone in the dimness before the lyrics start to play.
Can you remember?
Remember my name
As I flow through your life
A thousand oceans I have flown
And cold, cold spirits of ice
Lights flash red as the visage of the man stands in the entrance way, back facing the ring. His head hangs low as he turns and kneels on one knee facing the ring. . He sits there for a moment, collecting his thoughts.
All my life
I am the echo of your past
He pushes up to a standing position as the hue returns to normal and golden pyros rain down as Josh Dean is the man on the stage. The crowd gives him a respectful applause as Josh raises his head, adopting his trademark spread arm pose as he begins to walk down the ramp.
I am returning, the echo of a point in time
Distant faces shine
A thousand warriors I have known
Josh drops his arms to his side as he continues his descent down the ramp. A few fans along the ringside get to slap hands with Josh as he walks up the stairs, looking out into the crowd as he walks to the middle of the apron.
And laughing as the spirits appear
All your life
Shadows of another day
Josh looks toward the inside of the ring and steps one leg into the ring, with the second following slowly as he enters the ring. Staring a hole throughout the crowd, Josh walks toward the corner nearest to the announce table and climbs the turnbuckle.
And if you hear me talking on the wind
You’ve got to understand
We must remain
Perfect Strangers
Josh spreads his arms in his trademark pose while letting out a primal scream. He puts his arms down and climbs down from the turnbuckle and adopts his spread arm pose as he walks from one side of the ring to the other, gauging the crowd’s reaction before taking off his hoodie and toboggan. He stares down the stage as he awaits the arrival of his opponent.
Christa Adina: Introducing first - from Atlanta, Georgia, weighing in at 225 pounds - "The Franchise" Josh Dean!
Samael Ahriman: Josh Dean was not about to just walk to the ring tonight - he was going to make an entrance.
Alecia Matthews: And what an entrance!
Cameron Stone: How long do you figure that took to format..err...plan?
Stone is interrupted by an unpolished, grimy, heavily distorted guitar riff that echoes throughout the arena, as the lights dim to a rich green hue and the Tunatron displays a grayscale pair of clenched fists pressing together, the word "SKINHEAD" inked in two parts across the four knuckles. The music kicks into high gear, backed by a rapid fire break beat as David Brennan steps out from behind the curtain, clenching a handle of Jack Daniel's whiskey, which he raises in toast to the roaring crowd.
Christa Adina: And his opponent - a Boston, Massachusetts transplant, weighing 243 pounds - David Brennan!!
An arrogant smirk crosses Brennan's haggard face as he strolls, well out of step with the music, down the ramp. He stops at ringside to take in the scope and size of the crowd before ascending the ring steps, climbing in between the ropes, toasting the crowd once more before downing a long swig of the wooden brown liquor as the music dies out.
Alecia Matthews: I feel like we JUST saw this guy a few seconds ago. How the hell did he change so fast?
Samael Ahriman: Oh, good. The alcoholic is here.
Cameron Stone: He wouldn't come to work drunk if he weren't an alcoholic. Man, he's got a disease.
Alecia Matthews: Did you seriously just quote 'School of Rock'?
Cameron Stone: What? It's a classic...oh, here we go.
Ding! Ding! Ding!
As the bell strikes, signaling the first etchings of another Superbrawl into the books, neither man seems poised to make the first move. Josh Dean stands intently, hulking in the corner as he stares daggers at his opponent, the incorrigible David Brennan, lazily sulked in the corner, sipping the remains of the bottle he's brought to the ring with him tonight. Finding the last drop adequately gone, he pulls himself upright by the ropes, and begins circling Dean, who responds in turn.
Cameron Stone: Can we get this show on the road?
Smirking as he stares back into Dean's ferociously serious eyes, he seems proportionately unprepared when Dean levels him with a European Uppercut. Satisfied with the strike's effectiveness, Josh Dean falls into a prepared stance as Brennan staggers to his feet, shaking off the fog of the unexpected hit. He returns with one of his own, charging Dean with a neatly placed clothesline, which sends Dean to the mat where Brennan just left. Determinedly pulling himself right back to it, Dean pulls Brennan into a firm grapple, forcing him into a standing headlock, tighetining his grip before sending the struggling Brennan into the ropes, meeting his return with a picturesque superkick, which drops Brennan once again to the mat. Siezing the opportunity, Dean drops down for an early attempt at a cover.
Alecia Matthews: Dean going for an early out!
... 1 ...
... 2 ...
Brennan throws a shoulder, cross checking Dean across the face with his elbow in the process.
Samael Ahriman: That's one way to break a cover...
Kicking his assailant off, Brennan rises to his feet, using the momentum to begin laying a series of boots into the fallen Josh Dean before being pulled back by the official, who places himself in between the two opponents as Brennan rattles off an audible series of expletives as his opponent pulls himself upright. With both men back to their feet, the official steps out from between them, and both charge each other with full force, exchanging a series of back and forth blows. Gaining the upper hand, Dean moves in with more ferocity, switching up between hands and feet as he begins executing a full body assault of MMA strikes, backing Brennan against the ropes. Opting for a few more strikes to the head to daze his opponent, Dean doubles back to the opposite ropes, and returns with a ferocious cross arm, sending Brennan over the ropes and to the arena floor.Not content, however, to take the win without the fall, Dean exits the ring himself, only to toss Brennan back in beneath the ropes before stopping to raise his arms to the receptive crowd in a moment of brief victory. Taking advantage of "The Franchise"s brief moment of arrogance, Brennan manages to rise back to his feet and returns the favor, missiling off the ropes and baseball sliding beneath the ones he just returned through, his boots connecting with the back of Josh Dean's skull.
Alecia Matthews: Oh! What a hit!
Samael Ahriman: A cheap hit, maybe...
Alecia Matthews: Hit's a hit..
Brennan takes his own moment of austerity, offering a one fingered salute to his fallen opponent, before using the brief reprieve to collect himself, adequately preparing as Dean pulls himself back into the ring. The two men lock up once more, with Brennan scooping Dean up and dropping him to the mat, following him down with a firm leg drop across the chest. Brennan rolls over, trying now for his own cover.
... 1 ...
... 2 ...
It's Dean now who makes the kickout, leaving Brennan to gather himself haunched up on his knees as Dean rolls to his side, pulling himself to his feet. Brennan is first to rise, however, taking Dean by the arm and whipping him into the corner. Brennan follows, laying in a series of boots to Dean's midsection before mounting the second rope and pulling Dean out of the corner by way of a leaping bulldog, sending both men crashing to the mat and Brennan down for another cover.
...1 ...
... 2 ...
Dean isn't out yet, however, and throws an arm once more, prolonging both men's return tonight.
Cameron Stone: Neither one of these guys wants to lose the big comeback.
Brennan drags Dean up with him, cracking a couple of backhand chops across his chest. Brennan leaves Dean to stagger, backing up against the ropes, but is caught mid return by a surprise spear from Dean, knocking Brennan and his momentum to the ground. Dean wastes no time in taking the opportunity to roll over Brennan and lock him in an Anaconda Vice, exerting immense amounts of pressure on his downed opponent's neck.
Samael Ahriman: Well placed. Josh Dean was expecting that one.
Alecia Matthews: Brennan is in a bad way now...
Brennan screams out in pain, writhing with his arms for some sort of leverage, before opting for a full force fist to the face.
Cameron Stone: Hey, now! Maybe not, Alecia.
The first does little to faze Dean. Brennan opts for another. And another. Before long, a full on back and forth has broken out between Dean pulling to strenghten the hold, and Brennan return with a fist to the jaw. The final blow crosses Dean's face, and he breaks the hold, but wastes no time on the throbbing in his cheek, and jumps to his feet. Brennan does the same, rising to his feet, his right hand nursing the back of his neck, undoubtedly throbbing in its own right from the stretch of the hold. Dean beckons for Brennan to come at him, and Brennan, now raging, complies, coming forth with a series of all out brawling blows that are returned, once more, by Dean. It's Brennan who this time opts for the lock up, locking Dean in a standing headlock, which Dean quickly escapes by hoisting Brennan in the air and dropping him on his back for another cover.
Samael Ahriman: "the Franchise", for the win here...
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... 2 ...
Brennan responds in turn by reaching out to hook Dean's leg, and exerting his size, rolls Dean's back to the mat for a cover of his own.
Alecia Matthews: Brennan for the win!
... 1 ...
... 2 ...
But Dean throws his legs, riding the momentum to toss Brennan off of him completely. The two men rise to face another once more, both visibly winded from the very back of forth nature of their encounter.
Dean once again puts his arms up at the ready for a lockup, beckoning Brennan once more. Brennan slows to a stance, moving in at the ready. It's Dean who lunges forward for the lockup, to which Brennan responds with a firm boot to the midsection, doubling Dean over. Brennan siezes the opportunity bounce off the nearest set of ropes, leaping into the air as he approaches, dropping one leg over the head of Josh Dean, drivng him face first into the mat. Brennan rolls Dean onto his back in a quick bid for the cover.
... 1 ...
... 2 ...
.. 3!!!
Samael Ahriman: Dammit!
Alecia Matthews: Brennan's done it! Without a smidge of help from any fellow unsavories, Brennan's done it!
Immediately at the sound of the bell, Brennan pulls himself to hs feet, pointing and angrily, affirmatively shouting toward the backstage area as the sound of his music fills the arena. Hesitant to take his eyes off the stage, he beckons to a ring hand, who tosses him two tall cans, the first of which he slugs back as he climbs the ropes, toasting the crowd as they cheer his victory. As he returns to the mat, his can still raised in toast to the crowd, his celebration is interrupted by Josh Dean, who's managed to pull himself to his feet and has offered Brennan a sportsmanlike handshake. Brennan's eyes widen as he stares down Dean with a plain look of suspicion. Passing his open beer to the hand that holds the second, he reaches out and slowly, very slowly shakes the hand of his opponent, never for one second taking his eyes off of him or breaking the stone, suspicious look on his face. He then places the second beer on the mat before Dean's feet, visibly mouthing the words "Just once" as he points to his offering, and backs out of the ring, slugging back the rest of his drink as he exits the arena.
Samael Ahriman: …LIVE from Tempe, Arizona!
Alecia Matthews: SuperBrawl VIII!
Fireworks go off everywhere! The stage lights up. There is pyro from the ring. Fireworks shoot from the rafters down into the fans, limbs exploding, bodies everywhere.
…oh…this is not the intro to a Phillip Schneider match? Someone should have told me that beforehand.
Alecia Matthews: Welcome everyone to Superbrawl VIII, the show where men become legends.
Samael Ahriman: And legends become Gods.
Alecia Matthews: Think we will have any ascensions to god status tonight?
Cameron Stone: I think this is where I take over.
Samael Ahriman: You think you will become a god?
Cameron Stone: No. But I will make sure Shannon’s God complex is kept in check and her status in this company lowered.
Alecia Matthews: To what? Mid card?
Cameron Stone: Disabled list.
Samael Ahriman: Clever. But I like the odds of others walking out of this show on stretchers instead of her.
Alecia Matthews: For starters, the tag team title match is going to lead to a lot of damage to a good portion of our roster. Someone is gonna have to catch on fire in that match to get their team the victory.
Cameron Stone: We have the retirement match of ZMaster, with not only his career, but his mask is also on the line. How hard will he fight to maintain the aura of mystique?
Alecia Matthews: Speaking of hard fought matches, no one has been in more of those than WFWF International Champion Yukio Blae. But this may be the fight of his career, the rocket ship star Joe Bishop wants that belt.
Samael Ahriman: Ad no one wants a certain belt more than Phillip Schneider. For years, obsessed with getting that National Championship to complete his grand slam…you would think absolutely nothing could stop him. Well…take a look at the other side of the graphic. Drakz. Phillip Schneider. Barn burner.
Cameron Stone: Let’s not discount the fact that we have David Brennan and Josh Dean both returning from lengthy hiatuses, looking to get out of the gates in their returns with a win.
Alecia Matthews: And speaking of returns, DEVILKILLER! TOMMY STAXX! Gonna be epic.
Samael Ahriman: And of course, we have our blockbuster main event, WFWF Champion Trace Demon defending against four other ladies and gentlemen inside of a Hell in a Cell.
Alecia Matthews: Not a steel cage?
Cameron Stone: Why on earth would there be a steel cage?
The camera’s switch to a back hallway where the man, the myth, the legend, Isaac Cray aka Drakz walking and carrying a gym bag. It is so fascinating that he is walking that the cameras just follow him for another 20 seconds without a word being said. He stops in front of a door and pushes it open, walking into the locker room. He takes two steps in before he stops dead in his tracks. Before him is a midget. Now just any midget, The Midget. His bald head, little tattooed arms, and gangster apparel is all too familiar. He is sitting on a bench where his little feet dangle just above the floor. The sight of this particular little person doesn’t bring a smile to the face of the Brit. The Midget, on the other hand, is all smiles at the sight of Drakz.
Drakz:So I see a hobbit got lost when he ventured out of the Shire. Are you travelling to Mordor or going to Lonely Mountain to fight the dragon Smaug?
The Midget manages a slight chuckle though it is obvious he isn’t fond of the hobbit comment.
The Midget:So I see you can walk upright now, it only took what a year? How’s that back?
Drakz:Enough with this little muppet, where is your handler? Doesn’t he always have one end of your leash?
Drakz’s eyes dart around the room to make sure he isn’t walking into an ambush.
The Midget:My leash came off when you killed him 18 months ago.
Drakz just stares, no response coming. The Midget adopts a very somber demeanor.
The Midget:Oh, you didn’t know that you killed him? Well you might as well been the one nailing him to that cross.
Again no response from Drakz, just an icy stare that will hopefully cause this dwarf to spontaneously combust into flames.
The Midget:Unfortunately for the world, He is no longer with us. I hope you can live with that.
The Midget changes pace so quickly you would think he is bipolar. Hint, he probably is.
The Midget: (smiling) But that means no leash for good ole Donnie Monty Kent…
Drakz:And you are here why then? To tell me some more news I don’t care about?
DMK:If only that you care that I am now officially welcomed in the WFWF.
Drakz:Meaning they have instituted midget tossing? Maybe Mr. Demon is pretty smart. I can go ahead and give you a preview of that.
DMK suddenly hops onto the bench that he was sitting on putting him almost eye level with Drakz.
DMK:Actually asshat, I am now officially employed as a manager here in the WFWF. Mr. Demon is pretty smart, he helped facilitate it. I guess he saw money in this little frame. Who can blame him? I am The Midget that is going to f~ck up the whole world here.
Drakz:Someone employed you as their manager? Who?
DMK hops down off the bench and walks towards Drakz stopping right next to him.
DMK:You will see here soon. I just thought I would let you know personally, since we used to be family and all. If you see American History X around, let him that I will see him here soon also. Good luck tonight against the Jew.
DMK walks by Drakz and out of the locker room but not before giving Drakz a slap on the ass for encouragement, since you know, he can’t reach Drakz’s back because he is a midget. And midgets are short.
Drakz tosses his bag onto a nearby chair and moves to shut the locker room door. Before he closes it though he rests his arms on either side of the frame and sticks his head out, looking right then left. As he turns left though he comes face to face with the aforementioned skin head, and previously good friend, David Brennan.
Drakz stays, hanging out of the door way to block his path, his eyes locked with Brennan's. The two men don't say a word and strangely whilst there is a tension between them they both seem rather casual about the whole meeting. Brennan finally breaks the silence.
David Brennan: Excuse me.
Drakz bends his arms, pulling himself back into the door way a little and Brennan walks on down the corridor, Drakz turning his head to follow him as he does. A strange run in between two men who used to be running partners, especially following Brennan's verbalisation of his displeasure at Drakz's new agenda.
The sound of Brennan's hob nail boots fades as he trudges into the distance and Drakz finally pulls himself fully back into the room, shakes his head with a look of abandon and closes the door.
We cut to another part of the arena where we see Cam Nitta eating Chinese food. Shocker. A techie comes up to Nitta and the two strike up a conversation in front of the catering table when out of no where BAM. Nitta is down. Two people dressed in all black are mugging Cam Nitta. The larger of the two picks up Nitta and powerbombs him through the catering table, Nitta taking a tossed salad to the face.
Yeah. We went there.
The people in black turn around towards the camera and show that they are Slanted and Enchanted, smiling.
Samael Ahriman: DAMMIT! Those two again! And they took out Nitta. What about Mak Cross later tonight?
Christa Adina: Ladies and gentlemen - the following contest is scheduled for one fall!
The opening riffs of 'Perfect Strangers' by Deep Purple hit and the hue dims to where the entrance way is barely visible. A few seconds play as the entrance way becomes filled by someone in the dimness before the lyrics start to play.
Can you remember?
Remember my name
As I flow through your life
A thousand oceans I have flown
And cold, cold spirits of ice
Lights flash red as the visage of the man stands in the entrance way, back facing the ring. His head hangs low as he turns and kneels on one knee facing the ring. . He sits there for a moment, collecting his thoughts.
All my life
I am the echo of your past
He pushes up to a standing position as the hue returns to normal and golden pyros rain down as Josh Dean is the man on the stage. The crowd gives him a respectful applause as Josh raises his head, adopting his trademark spread arm pose as he begins to walk down the ramp.
I am returning, the echo of a point in time
Distant faces shine
A thousand warriors I have known
Josh drops his arms to his side as he continues his descent down the ramp. A few fans along the ringside get to slap hands with Josh as he walks up the stairs, looking out into the crowd as he walks to the middle of the apron.
And laughing as the spirits appear
All your life
Shadows of another day
Josh looks toward the inside of the ring and steps one leg into the ring, with the second following slowly as he enters the ring. Staring a hole throughout the crowd, Josh walks toward the corner nearest to the announce table and climbs the turnbuckle.
And if you hear me talking on the wind
You’ve got to understand
We must remain
Perfect Strangers
Josh spreads his arms in his trademark pose while letting out a primal scream. He puts his arms down and climbs down from the turnbuckle and adopts his spread arm pose as he walks from one side of the ring to the other, gauging the crowd’s reaction before taking off his hoodie and toboggan. He stares down the stage as he awaits the arrival of his opponent.
Christa Adina: Introducing first - from Atlanta, Georgia, weighing in at 225 pounds - "The Franchise" Josh Dean!
Samael Ahriman: Josh Dean was not about to just walk to the ring tonight - he was going to make an entrance.
Alecia Matthews: And what an entrance!
Cameron Stone: How long do you figure that took to format..err...plan?
Stone is interrupted by an unpolished, grimy, heavily distorted guitar riff that echoes throughout the arena, as the lights dim to a rich green hue and the Tunatron displays a grayscale pair of clenched fists pressing together, the word "SKINHEAD" inked in two parts across the four knuckles. The music kicks into high gear, backed by a rapid fire break beat as David Brennan steps out from behind the curtain, clenching a handle of Jack Daniel's whiskey, which he raises in toast to the roaring crowd.
Christa Adina: And his opponent - a Boston, Massachusetts transplant, weighing 243 pounds - David Brennan!!
An arrogant smirk crosses Brennan's haggard face as he strolls, well out of step with the music, down the ramp. He stops at ringside to take in the scope and size of the crowd before ascending the ring steps, climbing in between the ropes, toasting the crowd once more before downing a long swig of the wooden brown liquor as the music dies out.
Alecia Matthews: I feel like we JUST saw this guy a few seconds ago. How the hell did he change so fast?
Samael Ahriman: Oh, good. The alcoholic is here.
Cameron Stone: He wouldn't come to work drunk if he weren't an alcoholic. Man, he's got a disease.
Alecia Matthews: Did you seriously just quote 'School of Rock'?
Cameron Stone: What? It's a classic...oh, here we go.
Ding! Ding! Ding!
As the bell strikes, signaling the first etchings of another Superbrawl into the books, neither man seems poised to make the first move. Josh Dean stands intently, hulking in the corner as he stares daggers at his opponent, the incorrigible David Brennan, lazily sulked in the corner, sipping the remains of the bottle he's brought to the ring with him tonight. Finding the last drop adequately gone, he pulls himself upright by the ropes, and begins circling Dean, who responds in turn.
Cameron Stone: Can we get this show on the road?
Smirking as he stares back into Dean's ferociously serious eyes, he seems proportionately unprepared when Dean levels him with a European Uppercut. Satisfied with the strike's effectiveness, Josh Dean falls into a prepared stance as Brennan staggers to his feet, shaking off the fog of the unexpected hit. He returns with one of his own, charging Dean with a neatly placed clothesline, which sends Dean to the mat where Brennan just left. Determinedly pulling himself right back to it, Dean pulls Brennan into a firm grapple, forcing him into a standing headlock, tighetining his grip before sending the struggling Brennan into the ropes, meeting his return with a picturesque superkick, which drops Brennan once again to the mat. Siezing the opportunity, Dean drops down for an early attempt at a cover.
Alecia Matthews: Dean going for an early out!
... 1 ...
... 2 ...
Brennan throws a shoulder, cross checking Dean across the face with his elbow in the process.
Samael Ahriman: That's one way to break a cover...
Kicking his assailant off, Brennan rises to his feet, using the momentum to begin laying a series of boots into the fallen Josh Dean before being pulled back by the official, who places himself in between the two opponents as Brennan rattles off an audible series of expletives as his opponent pulls himself upright. With both men back to their feet, the official steps out from between them, and both charge each other with full force, exchanging a series of back and forth blows. Gaining the upper hand, Dean moves in with more ferocity, switching up between hands and feet as he begins executing a full body assault of MMA strikes, backing Brennan against the ropes. Opting for a few more strikes to the head to daze his opponent, Dean doubles back to the opposite ropes, and returns with a ferocious cross arm, sending Brennan over the ropes and to the arena floor.Not content, however, to take the win without the fall, Dean exits the ring himself, only to toss Brennan back in beneath the ropes before stopping to raise his arms to the receptive crowd in a moment of brief victory. Taking advantage of "The Franchise"s brief moment of arrogance, Brennan manages to rise back to his feet and returns the favor, missiling off the ropes and baseball sliding beneath the ones he just returned through, his boots connecting with the back of Josh Dean's skull.
Alecia Matthews: Oh! What a hit!
Samael Ahriman: A cheap hit, maybe...
Alecia Matthews: Hit's a hit..
Brennan takes his own moment of austerity, offering a one fingered salute to his fallen opponent, before using the brief reprieve to collect himself, adequately preparing as Dean pulls himself back into the ring. The two men lock up once more, with Brennan scooping Dean up and dropping him to the mat, following him down with a firm leg drop across the chest. Brennan rolls over, trying now for his own cover.
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It's Dean now who makes the kickout, leaving Brennan to gather himself haunched up on his knees as Dean rolls to his side, pulling himself to his feet. Brennan is first to rise, however, taking Dean by the arm and whipping him into the corner. Brennan follows, laying in a series of boots to Dean's midsection before mounting the second rope and pulling Dean out of the corner by way of a leaping bulldog, sending both men crashing to the mat and Brennan down for another cover.
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Dean isn't out yet, however, and throws an arm once more, prolonging both men's return tonight.
Cameron Stone: Neither one of these guys wants to lose the big comeback.
Brennan drags Dean up with him, cracking a couple of backhand chops across his chest. Brennan leaves Dean to stagger, backing up against the ropes, but is caught mid return by a surprise spear from Dean, knocking Brennan and his momentum to the ground. Dean wastes no time in taking the opportunity to roll over Brennan and lock him in an Anaconda Vice, exerting immense amounts of pressure on his downed opponent's neck.
Samael Ahriman: Well placed. Josh Dean was expecting that one.
Alecia Matthews: Brennan is in a bad way now...
Brennan screams out in pain, writhing with his arms for some sort of leverage, before opting for a full force fist to the face.
Cameron Stone: Hey, now! Maybe not, Alecia.
The first does little to faze Dean. Brennan opts for another. And another. Before long, a full on back and forth has broken out between Dean pulling to strenghten the hold, and Brennan return with a fist to the jaw. The final blow crosses Dean's face, and he breaks the hold, but wastes no time on the throbbing in his cheek, and jumps to his feet. Brennan does the same, rising to his feet, his right hand nursing the back of his neck, undoubtedly throbbing in its own right from the stretch of the hold. Dean beckons for Brennan to come at him, and Brennan, now raging, complies, coming forth with a series of all out brawling blows that are returned, once more, by Dean. It's Brennan who this time opts for the lock up, locking Dean in a standing headlock, which Dean quickly escapes by hoisting Brennan in the air and dropping him on his back for another cover.
Samael Ahriman: "the Franchise", for the win here...
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Brennan responds in turn by reaching out to hook Dean's leg, and exerting his size, rolls Dean's back to the mat for a cover of his own.
Alecia Matthews: Brennan for the win!
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But Dean throws his legs, riding the momentum to toss Brennan off of him completely. The two men rise to face another once more, both visibly winded from the very back of forth nature of their encounter.
Dean once again puts his arms up at the ready for a lockup, beckoning Brennan once more. Brennan slows to a stance, moving in at the ready. It's Dean who lunges forward for the lockup, to which Brennan responds with a firm boot to the midsection, doubling Dean over. Brennan siezes the opportunity bounce off the nearest set of ropes, leaping into the air as he approaches, dropping one leg over the head of Josh Dean, drivng him face first into the mat. Brennan rolls Dean onto his back in a quick bid for the cover.
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Samael Ahriman: Dammit!
Alecia Matthews: Brennan's done it! Without a smidge of help from any fellow unsavories, Brennan's done it!
Immediately at the sound of the bell, Brennan pulls himself to hs feet, pointing and angrily, affirmatively shouting toward the backstage area as the sound of his music fills the arena. Hesitant to take his eyes off the stage, he beckons to a ring hand, who tosses him two tall cans, the first of which he slugs back as he climbs the ropes, toasting the crowd as they cheer his victory. As he returns to the mat, his can still raised in toast to the crowd, his celebration is interrupted by Josh Dean, who's managed to pull himself to his feet and has offered Brennan a sportsmanlike handshake. Brennan's eyes widen as he stares down Dean with a plain look of suspicion. Passing his open beer to the hand that holds the second, he reaches out and slowly, very slowly shakes the hand of his opponent, never for one second taking his eyes off of him or breaking the stone, suspicious look on his face. He then places the second beer on the mat before Dean's feet, visibly mouthing the words "Just once" as he points to his offering, and backs out of the ring, slugging back the rest of his drink as he exits the arena.