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Post by Rated R on May 20, 2014 14:48:21 GMT -5
LIVE from the U.S. Bank Arena in Cincinnati, Ohio!More fireworks than usual, more music than usual, more snakes than usual… actually forget that last part. What, you expected a proper opening? Might be a new era in the WFWF but some things will never change.Alecia Matthews: Ladies and gentlemen welcome to a brand new era in the WFWF, starting with WFWF Reborn! Samael Ahriman: And what a show we’ve got for you to kick this new era off, a steel cage main event, the first appearance from WFWF World Heavyweight Champion Shawn Malakai and a host of great talent in great matches. Cameron Stone: Doesn’t get much better than that. Samael Ahriman: A whole new era, the same great action, that’s what we’re here for and we’re going to kick things off in style. Alecia Matthews: Phillip Schneider, one of the greatest ever to step foot in a WFWF ring, kicking off the show. If that doesn’t tell you how big tonight is nothing will. Mason Dixon is already in the ring, toting a garbage can, a couple of cookie sheets, and a chair. The crowd boos him as he wanders around aimlessly.Samael Ahriman: You'd think he'd bring tables, ladders, and chairs for this one.. Since he really didn't put them to use at Superbrawl. Alecia Matthews: Already with the jabs? “I am a God” by Kayne West hits over the P/A system, completely cutting the introduction and going right to the main chorus. Mason Dixon paces nervously as a strobe light show illuminates the entrance way. Just as at Superbrawl, “I Am a God” only plays as an introduction, leading into “Paint It Black” by Rolling Stones and with this, Phillip Schneider makes his way out onto the stage. Schneider peels off a black compression top and throws it aside at the top of the stage. He wears the same Full Metal Jacket inspired shorts as he wore at Superbrawl, now adding to the look with black eye paint.Samael Ahriman: After the hour plus war at Superbrawl, the new WFWF National champion Drakz chose to take this show off to rest and recouperate. But not Schneider. He's looking to send a message. Alecia Matthews: Mason Dixon's body will be his paper, his blood the ink. May the Gods have mercy on his soul, because Phillip Schneider will have none. Schneider climbs into the ring under the bottom rope and Dixon gets the jump on him. He throws the garbage can at Schneider, bouncing it off of Schneider's back. Referee calls for the bell and this one is under way. Dixon grabs a cookie sheet. Schneider stands up and Dixon smashes him over the head with it. The thin metal sheet wraps around Schneider's face. Mason Dixon turns around, posing and cracking a huge smile for the camera. The cookie sheet shot did nothing to Schneider. Mason Dixon turns around and walks into a VICIOUS lariat TO THE FACE!Samael Ahriman: AHHHHHHHHH!!! That wasn't to the chest, that was a lariat TO THE FACE! Alecia Matthews: And you know that wasn't accidental, “oh, sorry bro, misjudged distance”. Schneider meant to lariat him in the face. Mason Dixon slowly rolls to his hands and knees. He's reaching for a cookie sheet. Schneider stomps on his hand. Dixon screams in pain. Dixon is pulling at his arm trying to get his hand free. Schneider grinds his boot into Mason Dixon's hand as if he was putting out a cigarette. Schneider finally releases Dixon's hand, but immediately traps him in a front face lock. Schneider pulls Dixon to a vertical base. Dixon starts trying to wrestle himself free. Schneider throws a vicious brutal knee lift to the face. Then a second. Then a third, a fourth, a fifth, a sixth, a seventh, Mason Dixon is limp in Schneider's arms, Schneider tightens to a vice like grip and continues to throw knees, literally walking Mason Dixon around the ring as he drives his knees into Dixon's face. Eight, nine, ten, eleven. Schneider recklessly pitches Dixon's head to the mat.Samael Ahriman: Alright, point proven. Mason Dixon is knocked out cold, let's move on to the next match. Schneider grabs a wrist lock. He turns Mason Dixon's arm over so that the elbow is facing up.. Then drives his own elbow down into the arm, colliding just above the cap of the elbow. There's a crunching sound as Schneider's arm drives through Mason Dixon's, Dixon's arm bending the wrong way backwards.Alecia Matthews: I'm going to be sick.. That's a broken arm. There's absolutely no way it's not a broken arm. Samael Ahriman: And the referee can't stop this one. It's no disqualification, which also waves off the “castigo excessivo” rule, the excessive punishment rule that can lead to a disqualification. Having his arm broken revives Mason Dixon. He rolls around on the mat graspsing at his arm like a wounded animal. Schneider jumps up and double stomps Mason Dixon, driving both of his feet into Dixon's ribs. Schneider slides off and immediately throws a football punt like kick to the face.Samael Ahriman: Other than the initial weapon attack, has Mason Dixon even got in any offense? Alecia Matthews: Nope, it's like he's not even there. Samael Ahriman: And you scold me for the puns. Schneider backs away. He's letting Dixon get to his feet. Dixon has no barrings and needs to use his arms to push up, but his clearly broken arm is of no use in assisting to get to his feet. It's just hanging limp, a twisted broken mess of meat, bone, and tendons. Schneider runs up and grabs the arm. Cross arm breaker.Alecia Matthews: The same hold that Drakz was able to submit Schneider with at Superbrawl, the big difference being Schneider's arm wasn't broken at the time. Immediately, Mason Dixon taps out, but that doesn't stop Schneider from sliding deeper into the hold. He's really pulling at the arm. The bell sounds. He's continuing to crank at the arm. The arm is broken and is twisting in highly unnatural ways between Schneider's hands. The bell continues to sound. Finally, Schneider releases the hold. He rolls off of Mason Dixon, then puts the boots to him. One kick, a second, a third. He's stomping at the broken arm that Mason Dixon is doing anything he can to protect. Schneider drops a falling headbutt to the arm. The crowd begins to cheer, because down the isle runs “The Franchise” Josh Dean. Dean slides into the ring under the bottom rope, Schneider slides out the other side. Dean grabs the steel chair that Dixon had brought to the ring and flings it at Phillip Schneider, who's already making his way up the ramp with a sly smile on his face. Josh Dean requests a microphone.Josh Dean: Bet you’re real proud of yourself, aren’t ya, Phil? I see you up on the stage looking at the carnage in this ring with your beady little eyes. This is what you envisioned SuperBrawl to be, isn’t it? Drakz being a twisted, mangled mess under the boot of the almighty Philip Schneider, and you can’t stand the fact that it didn’t go down that way. So what do you do, you take liberties with a completely overmatched kid fresh out of wrestling school and beat him like he stole something from you. Why don’t you try that sh*t on me, someone who fights back! By this point, EMT’s have come down to the ring to attend to the injured Mason Dixon. The severity of his arm after the heinous assault have left him in a state of shock as the EMT’s load him on the stretcher. Josh looks down at Dixon as the EMT’s stabilize him on the outside and push him away from the ring to the back. Schneider’s sly grin continues as Josh approaches the ramp side ropes.Josh Dean: You stand up there on the stage and you’re thinking “I just proved that SuperBrawl was a fluke,” or “I reminded the world of who the f**k I am.” But what I see, Phil, is a guy who proved just how much of a sore loser he is. Yes, the longest reigning World Champion this company has ever had will forever be known as the loser of the biggest dream match that WFWF has ever put on. You thought that Drakz was damaged goods and would be ripe for the picking, no matter if it was contested in your hardcore wheelhouse or not. Then you hit him with everything in your arsenal trying to prove you could beat him without the use of weapons, and you couldn’t get it done! Alecia Matthews: And Josh Dean just went there. Cameron Stone: He better be careful of what he says next. Schneider is the kind of guy capable of putting him in a wheelchair and show no remorse in doing so. The crowd erupts as Schneider’s sly smile quickly dissipates. Instead of being proud of his carnage, he is now annoyed by the reminder of the SuperBrawl result.Josh Dean: Oh you mad, bro? Yeah, you mad. You’re mad because I’m telling the truth. I mean look at the look on your face. Who am I to talk, right? I lost my match at SuperBrawl. Yes, I did. But there is a difference between how we carried ourselves after our respective matches. I picked myself up off the ground and shook David Brennan’s hand after the match. And he didn’t have to return the favor, but he did and that’s because of the respect gained due to the battle we waged. See ours was a thrown together match with no hype behind it, and that’s only because management spent months trying to convince me to come out of retirement and they weren’t sure they were going to be able to do it. Yours was the decade in the making dream match with title implications and had enough backing in advertisements to send this company into the red. And you and Drakz delivered on that by having possibly the greatest match this company has ever witnessed! Josh is fired up as he reflects on SuperBrawl and the infamous snubbed handshake. In a brazen move, he takes the center of the ring, still maintaining eye contact with the King of Gore. Josh Dean: A match that will set the bar for all the young guys in the locker room to strive for. When I decided to return to wrestling, I came back with the purpose of making this business better than the shape it was in when I found it twelve years ago! And what you did at SuperBrawl just set our business back twenty years. Why, because this business only gets better when the young guys know how to respect the business. You, being a highly regarded veteran of not only this industry but also of this company should know that, but your idea of respect is the whole place trembling in fear as you enter a room. You proved that at SuperBrawl against Drakz when you wouldn’t shake his hand, and you further solidified that tonight. That handshake could’ve been a moment that would’ve immortalized both of you, but instead you’ll be immortalized for all the wrong reasons because you don’t give a sh*t about the honor and competitive spirit that made this sport great. You’ve forgotten what made us get into this profession in the first place! Schneider flips Josh off and turns to walk away. Josh walks from the center to the ropes. He steps up onto the middle rope and leans over, making sure he’s as close to Schneider as possible short of dropping the mic and climbing out of the ring. Heated by yet another show of disrespect he screams.Josh Dean: Hey, listen up, you sociopathic son of a b*tch! You don’t walk away from me unless I say we’re done here! Josh’s proclamation stops Schneider dead in his tracks. Turning around to face the ring, it’s evident now he’s angry.Alecia Matthews: Can you believe this display of intestinal fortitude, Cam? Cameron Stone: I can believe that Josh Dean is going to regret this night. Josh Dean: I’m sure that you’ll find a way to put the spin on this as you talk about snubbing Drakz’s attempt at sportsmanship and justify beating this kid for the good of the company. But before you do that, I’m going to inform you that I didn’t come out here to save Mason Dixon. I don’t like how he’s carried himself in an unprofessional manner around here since the day he signed a contract, but he doesn’t deserve to be mangled for his mistakes. A veteran such as yourself should know this would be the time to teach him the right way to conduct himself. But you don’t care about the right way of doing things, hell you don’t even care about the company being ran into the f**king ground just so long as you’re the top man. That Philip Schneider is why I have a problem with you. You sit on your perch and disregard that once upon a time we were a kid like Kyle Matthews, like Jayson Garrett, like Dex. Kids who bust their asses to make something of themselves in the hopes they can have resumes like ours. You scoff at their humility and forget that humility and respect laid the foundation to get us where we are! Josh steps back to the center of the ring. He draws a line with his foot right in front him.Josh Dean: And I’m the guy that’s going to remind you. Anytime you’re ready. Josh drops the mic and peels off his shirt. Tossing it to the side, he beckons for Schneider to come to the ring. Schneider’s smile returns to his face as he backs up to the curtain, never taking his eyes off Josh Dean. “Perfect Strangers” hits as Josh stands at the ready.Alecia Matthews: While it may not be the wisest strategy, Josh Dean just showed us that he won’t back down from a fight! Samael Ahriman: He may be fighting for a good reason, but I have to be honest, he is walking into a hornet’s nest with Philip Schneider. Cameron Stone: Listen, I’ve known Philip Schneider for a long time. I’ve had my issues with him before, and I can say that Josh Dean better watch himself moving forward because Schneider is an extremely dangerous man. That beating he gave Mason Dixon tonight was just a small sample of what he’s capable of doing.
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Post by Rated R on May 20, 2014 14:50:20 GMT -5
Christa Adina: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Making his way to...err...making their...
Alecia Matthews: Oh, my...this is...unorthodox...
Samael Ahriman: Would you expect anything less from WFWF's resident barfly?
No music plays, but the entires crowd's attention is focused solely on the entrance ramp, as David Brennan emerges from behind the curtain. In his right hand, a half empty bottle of Jack Daniels dangles lazily at his side. Grasped firmly in his left? A chunk of Reo Speedwagon's hair, still attached to the child of the 80s' head, as he's dragged in agony toward the ring by a visibly agitated David Brennan.
Alecia Matthews: Um...yeah...most opponents tend to come to the ring separately.
Samael Ahriman: Most competitors don't tend to polish off a handle of whiskey on the way to the ring, either.
As the opponents approach the ringside area, Reo manages to break free from Brennan's grasp, making a mad dash back toward the entrance ramp. Brennan looks on astounded for an eye's blink, then swigs a sip from his bottle, before hauling back and pitching the entire thing in Speedwagon's direction. The bottle doesn't shatter against the muscular flesh of Reo's back, but the impact is enough to stun him into falling to the ground, buying Brennan enough time to catch him up, and, by his hair once more, pull him to his feet. Dragging him to the ring, Brennan yells a series of inaudibles at his would-be opponent, before pausing to drop his face into the ring mat at ringside, rolling his now dazed foe into the ring.
Circling to the production side of the ring, Brennan demands a mic before climbing into the ring to meet his writhing challenger.
David Brennan: You're going to b*tch out on me, Speedwagon?! You don't get to b*tch out on me! It's bad enough I've even gotta get booked up against you, but you do NOT!
Stomp.
David Brennan: B*TCH OUT!
Stomp.
David Brennan: ON ME!!!
Stomp.
Brennan circles his downed opponent, looking on in disgust as Speedwagon begins coughing from the stomps to his midsection. Dropping his mic with an audible POP, Brennan takes ahold of Speedwagon's hair once more, pulling him to his feet. Doubling the beaten man over with a backhand to the midsection, Brennan leaps into the air, dropping a leg down upon the back of Speedwagon's head, driving him face first into the mat.
Samael Ahriman: That's enough of this - would someone put an end to this?!
Brennan has his hands on the mic once more, glaring down at his down and out opponent.
David Brennan: Someone tells you you're going to fight David Brennan - you get your ass out here and fight David Brennan.
Brennan drops down to cover Speedwagon for the pin to end a match that never began. Several moments pass as the crowd looks on, mimicking the blank stares of the officials at ringside. Still maintaining the cover, Brennan shouts at to them, unamplified but loud enough to be audible.
David Brennan: Make the count! Make the f*cking count!!!
An official hesitantly climbs into the ring, looking back at his colleagues, before glancing back at the pin still being held in the ring. Reluctantly, he drops down to the mat.
... 1 ...
... 2 ...
... 3 !!!
Brennan pulls off the fallen 80s poster child, nudging him with the toe of his boot as he backs off and 'Romper Stomper' by the Transplants cuts in over the loudspeakers. Calling down to ringside, Brennan is tossed two tall cans of Pabst Blue Ribbon by some ring hand lacking a sense of moral code. Cracking one open, he climbs the nearest turnbuckle, toasting the crowd as they shower him with displeasure over his deplorable actions before knocking the can back in one fell swoop. He climbs down, ready to pop the next, when his celebration is halted by the sight of someone bolting down the entrance ramp.
Samael Ahriman: Finally! Someone's here to put an end to this charade!
Alecia Matthews: Uh...Sam - that's just Andrew Carter.
Samael Ahriman: Well, no time like the present to make a name for one's self.
Carter slides into the ring to make the save, and it greeted with a flury of stomps to the back of the head. Brennan drags the would be savior to his feet, doubles him over with another backhand to the midsection, ready to drop another Fresh Cut. He stops short of leaping, however, and hauling back with full force, drives the unopened can of PBR into the back of Carter's head, causing the can to burst out with an impressive shower of pressurized booze, and dropping Carter to the mat like a limp sack of sh*t. Brennan downs what he can, before turning over the can to where it burst and pouring the remainder of the white foam over the fallen Andrew Carter. Now looking perfectly enraged, Brennan hunts down his mic, pausing to chuckle as Reo Speedwagon manages to roll out of the ring, ambling back up the stage.
David Brennan: Bring a message with you, Styx. Whoever's back there, playing fantasy brackets with Trace O'Semen - pull your head out of your a**, and stop pairing me up with this Golden Age garbage, and then sending your septic tank sh*t to try and make the save when I drag 'em out here for an honest to God fight. You've got a lot of nerve, slapping my name on a plaque with The Invisible Man and Isaac the Marionette, and hanging it in your precious Hall of Fame. How long has it been since I've faced someone who was going to give me an honest to God run for my malts? Tommy Staxx? Josh Dean? I asked for Ace Bennett, and you give me Reo f*ckin' Speedwagon?!
Alecia Matthews: David Brennan is using this opportunity air some more of his grievances.
Samael Ahriman: Yeah, what else is new?
David Brennan: You put together video packages, programming, spewing all sorts of sh*t about what a 'dangerous' man I am, how I was the man that 'would be' champion - and then Ace Bennett comes out, throws a temper tantrum, and walks into a title shot in the waking hour of Superbrawl?! Who the f*ck is Ace Bennett?! Ace Bennett is the guy who could get past me in the Survival of the Fittest tournament! Ace Bennett is a guy who hasn't pulled a single victory over me! And he gets granted a world title shot, because the guy who's supposed to be calling the shots couldn't even muster enough sack to hang on to his own belt?!
As Brennan leans forward on the ropes, glaring toward the backstage area, Andrew Carter begins to stir, trying to muster the strength to pull himself to his feet. Spotting this, Brennan reaches out a hand to help the fallen jobber up. He snaps his fingers before Carter's eyes, checking for a sign of life, brushing him off as Carter regains his bearings, then doubles him over once more with the mic to the midsection, tossing him over the top rope into a heap on the arena floor.
David Brennan: Let's plunge the can so we can flush all the sh*t out right now - I don't give a f*ck if I reach the Demon, his whore, or his whore's battery powered pud - stop sending guys up who are going to need a swift kick in the ass to even make it in to the ring. Skip the appetizers, the trailers, the coming distractions, and get to the f*cking point - put someone in here with the stones to look me in the eye, of their own accord, and step up to a f*cking fight - and quit hiding behind what you already know, and make sure they've got a chunk of gold strapped around their waist that they're ready to show that they've f*cking earned! I'll take my boy Drakz, I'll take Joe Bishop - hell, you wanna put Garrett and the mousey kid in here, I'll take both their f*cking belts off their hands! I'll even take Shawn f*cking Malakai! After all, if Ace Bennett earned his shot, then I sure as sh*t have earned mine.
The crowd responds with a resounding jeer as Brennan rattles off the names he'd be willing to put down for his open challenge.
David Brennan: F*ck you, I'm David Brennan.
He drops the mic as his music grinds out throughout the arena once more, smirking as he throws his fists in the air, the middle finger on each hand thrust outward as a salute to all his 'fans'. Exiting the ring, he passes by the heap of carbon that is Andrew Carter, shaking his head in dusgust as he climbs the entrance ramp.
Alecia Matthews: Well, then. Following a somewhat unconventional match, David Brennan has once more drawn a line in the sand, demanding recognition for what he feels are overlooked efforts there in the ring.
Samael Ahriman: One can only hope that ownership here in the WFWF holds those titles in higher regard than to let them fall to a disgrace of a human like David Brennan.
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Post by Rated R on May 20, 2014 14:52:42 GMT -5
Samael Ahriman: We’re back and if you haven’t noticed our very own Cameron Stone has left the booth.
Alecia Matthews: I knew it was nicer out here, now all we’ve got to do is get rid of you.
Samael Ahriman: That hurts Alecia, that hurts real bad.
Alecia Matthews: I’m okay with that. Anyway, the reason Stone isn’t out here is because he’s about to have his ass handed to him by Mak Cross, who’s got a point to prove after failing to capture the tag team titles at Suprbrawl.
Samael Ahriman: Stone picked up a big victory over Penny Shannon at Superbrawl, can his unexpected streak continue?
Alecia Matthews: I doubt it.
Cameron Stone vs. Mak Cross Both men were itching to get their post-Superbrawl era off to a memorable start but knew that it wasn’t going to be easy. Mak Cross took the smart approach, trying to keep the match technically grounded knowing full well that Cameron Stone wouldn’t be able to hang with him in a straight wrestling match. Turns out Cameron Stone wasn’t really into that idea and did everything he could to turn it into a brawl including taking the match to the outside. While out there Stone took a bad bump when Mak Cross dodged a charge to send him head first into the steel ring steps. Cross capitalised with a lengthy period of offence that ended with him missing a senton from the top turnbuckle. Stone connected with a boot to the skull and finished it off with the Cam Slam to pick up another big victory. Victor: Cameron Stone
Samael Ahriman: What a shocker, Cameron Stone is actually on a winning streak.
Alecia Matthews: Seriously didn’t see that coming.
With the ring cleared Yukio Blaze is making his way down to ringside without the familiar tune by AFI. Instead, the only sound you can hear throughout the arena are the fans. Yukio is interacting with most of them with high-fives and handshakes. Yukio walks his way up the steps and pulls a microphone out of his back pocket. He take a seat right in the middle of the ring with his legs crossed. He holds the microphone up to his mouth but before he can say anything, the fans are cheering him on. They chant the usual YU-KI-O, over and over as he sits stunned. The fans start to clap "Thank You" and "Please Dont Go".
Yukio Blaze: I guess some of you out there read the inter-webs.
"YES WE DO" chants start to fill the arena.
Yukio Blaze: Alright, alright. Lets just calm down for a minute. I don't want to eat up too much time. Shawn still has to come out and do his Championship coronation or whatever the hell you do when you become the WFWF World Heavyweight Champion
Now the fans are doing a "HIGH HORROR" chant along with a "HOUSE SHOW" chant. Hell, there are even a few "POSSESSED CHILD" quotes floating out there.
Yukio Blaze: A little over nine years ago, there was virtually a stupid kid with long-scraggly hair, with a horrific singlet and face paint in the back and he was hungry. He loved this business. He wanted fortune. He wanted fame. He wanted to be the next big star. He wanted to face everyone from Saku to Immune to Master of Destruction to Johnny Michaels to Justa Mazing to Alex Astounding to Percy The Panhandler to Crazy Shane to everyone and anyone that sat there in the back. He wanted to live the dream. He got to not only live the dream but he sealed his legacy in this company. On bank statements and personal papers, he was Jeff Spencer. In the back, he was the kid with a stupid name but damn did he get over with such a name. He was Yukio Blaze. He is Jeff Spencer. I know what you are thinking, why am I speaking in the third person and well, that's because I thought it would be cool and hell, it may be a tread on Twitter or something.
#3rdPerson
Talk about wanting a rematch for the International Championship because frankly, I'm glad Joe Bishop was able to win it. The kid deserved it. He showed the naysayers that they were all wrong. He game them a huge middle finger. I knew the kid had it in him and so now its his turn to set the tone. Bishop, I hope that I wasnt wrong. You go out and make yourself famous. I hope I get to sit out at ringside for when you become the WFWF World Heavyweight Champion
The crowd is eating this up. They start a "LETS GO JOE" chant. They are really getting into this.
Yukio Blaze: I'm out here to confirm that the dirt sheets were very correct, that was indeed my very last Superbrawl as a in-ring competitor. I've done all there could be done at these Superbrawl events. I'm on every Superbrawl highlight list in some fashion. I've won, I've lost, I've opened, I've closed, I am Mr. Superbrawl. I never gave up. I never knew when to quit. I shut the haters up and made myself a household name. Hell as of Superbrawl VIII but now here is the kicker, my contract is set to expire and when Xavier Pierce brought me back in this company, there was a very small clause. When the contract was set to expire, I virtually have power over certain things. Those certain things are matches. A set number of matches actually. I'm a very smart man. I know when to raise 'em and know when to fold 'em and well, its time to raise the stakes.
Now the crowd starts a "RAISE THE STAKES" chant and that could potentially be a trending topic on twitter in about thirty seconds.
Yukio Blaze: I have no clue who the operators of this company are even more. So that's why I came out here to inform them I want my (he raises his hands and goes finger quotes) "3 Wishes". After I get my wishes granted, I'm done. I get to ride of into the sunset. You will not have to pay me as a WFWF Superstar anymore. I'll get my happy ending. So in closing, I want to fine people here tonight and across the world to start a new revolution with me. The final resolution if you will. I want to all to stand up in your seats and start a new movement.You've all been with me this long, so I want you all to see this through with me. The "3 Wishes Movement". Follow Me. We all want this. Come on corporate, give them and me what I want. Give us that happy ending
Yukio raises to his feet along with everyone in the arena as a "YU-KI-O" chant break out and fills the entire arena. The chants get louder and louder.
Yukio Blaze: There is still a fire inside. What's it gonna be?
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Post by Rated R on May 20, 2014 14:54:47 GMT -5
We head to the office of one Lila Sleater, the esteemed general manager of the WFWF and the punk-loving lady who organised this entire card. Right now though she’s not getting to enjoy the fruits of her labour as she seems to be in the middle of a heated conversation with a very agitated Joe Bishop, who has his newly won WFWF International Championship around his waist.
Joe Bishop: Let me spell this out to you, it’s WFWF Reborn, the start of a new area for the WFWF and yet you decided not to book your new International Champion on the card. Don’t know if you realize this but I’m the personification of Reborn.
Lila Sleater: Listen Joe, we just couldn’t find a spot for-
Joe Bishop: Couldn’t find a spot? You couldn’t find a damn spot for me? No, I’m not listening to some bull excuse because there’s no way you’re that stupid. I’m the International Champion, I deserve to be on this show, I deserve to be in that ring!
Trace Demon: You need to chill out.
Both of their gazes turn to the office doorway where Trace Demon now stands, or rather leans. He’s looking a little bit banged up from Superbrawl, to be expected really, but otherwise he’s calm and controlled. Bishop scowls at the sight of him.
Lila Sleater: Trace, I haven’t seen you since Superbrawl, where the hell have you been?
Trace Demon: Here and there Lila, here and there. But now I’m here, luckily for you.
Lila Sleater: You can’t just ignore my calls and messages and then turn up-
Trace Demon: Already did, you should get over it, everyone else has.
He approaches the pair and Joe Bishop immediately squares up to him, not happy at being interrupted. Bishop gets right up in his face and Trace just looks at him like he’s a mild inconvenience.
Trace Demon: You could do with a mint man.
Lila Sleater: Do you think you can just walk in here and-
Trace Demon: Like I just said, I already did. People really need to stop asking stupid questions with obvious answers. Obviously I think I can do that, I can do anything, I own this place, I’m in charge round here, I’ll do what I want.
Lila Sleater: Correction, I’m in charge.
Trace Demon: If you say so. Look Joey boy, can you clear the room so the adults can talk? You’re not even working tonight, go and hit a strip club or something, can’t imagine with that face you’ve gotten laid recently.
Joe Bishop suddenly shoves Trace Demon with such force that the King of Demons slams into the wall, looking somewhat shocked at the violent response. Just as he’s about to launch forwards with a violent response of his own Lila Sleater gets in between them, neither man willing to risk taking out the general manager.
Lila Sleater: I will not have the two of you brawling in my office, and I won’t have you ruining the main event either by getting yourself injured.
Trace Demon: Whatever, just get the Goth out of here so we can talk business.
Lila Sleater: No, because I’m sick of you thinking you run the place. You know what Bishop, you want to be in the ring tonight? Then you’ve got it, because I’m making you the special referee for Trace’s match with Solomon tonight.
Trace Demon: You can’t do that!
Lila Sleater: Guess what, I just did.
Joe Bishop grins as Trace shakes his head, the International Champion heading for the door but not before pausing right next to Trace to get in one final word.
Joe Bishop: Don’t worry Trace, I’ll call it right down the middle… if I feel like it.
Trace goes to punch him but against Lila gets in the way, Bishop chuckling as he exits the room. Trace attempts to straighten himself up and regain his composure but the feeling of fury remains, knowing full well that tonight he now has a mountain to climb. We return to ringside.
Alecia Matthews: Well the main event just got even more interesting.
Samael Ahriman: Truth, but we’ve still got a long way to go until we get there, including this huge six man tag team match.
Alecia Matthews: Well it was meant to be a six man tag match but, as I was informed of just moments ago, Chase Landon, one half of the WFWF Tag Team Champions, has not turned up tonight.
Samael Ahriman: so this is essentially a handicap match?
Alecia Matthews: Not essentially, it’s literally that.
The bell rings and we start off with Dex and Slanted in the ring circling one another. Slanted makes the first step but Dex sidesteps it and starts with a waistlock. Dex immediately goes for a german suplex but Slanted counters it and tries his own, but that too is countered and Dex forces Slanted to let go with an elbow to the side of the head. Dex follows up with hard kick to the left leg and the ribs of Slanted before a big knee to the gut and a double underhook DDT. A quick cover is made but it’s a short two count and Slanted fights to the corner and tags in Enchanted. Enchanted comes in fired up but Garrett calls to Dex and extends his hand for a tag, which Dex obliges to.
Garrett smirks at Enchanted and taunts the much smaller opponent. After he has his fun over her height Garrett puts his hands behind his back and allows Enchanted first strike at him. He closes his eyes, but doesn’t get a slap; instead she nails him with a low blow. Garrett falls to his knees and is nailed with a shining wizard; this could be it, ONE, TWO, NO! Just a two count, but Enchanted keeps up her attack as she pounds away at the face of the still madly in pain Garrett. Garrett finally is able to turtle up and kick her off and stop her from coming back with another kick. Garrett pulls himself up with the ropes off the mat and slingshots off them, drilling her full force with a diving uppercut. Garrett continues to stop at her before tagging in Dex once more who drags Enchanted into the center of the ring, locking in a sharpshooter, only for it to get quickly broken up by Slanted, possibly saving the match.
This slight distraction allows Enchanted to make the tag to Josh Dean, getting Cincinnati on their feet. Dean right away hits a flying knee and a lairiat before following up with a flying forearm with a kip up and a yell. With Dex down, Dean springs off the ropes but Dex was aware enough to dodge the moonsault and with Dean down, he locks in a crossface. Dean is in pain, but can slip out and still keep Dex on the ground, allowing him to lock in a D’Arce choke. With Dex on his back, he tries kicking his feet at Dean to no avail. The pressure is applied tighter but Dex can free up his trapped leg and shift momentum to get out of the hold, but Dean still has control and takes a couple shots at the face of Dex.
Dean tries a cover on the downed Dex but it’s only good for two. Dean tags in Slanted who nails Dex with a springboard clothesline as his way of rejoining the fray and follows on that with a standing moonsault and cover, one, two, NO, only two. Slanted stays on the attack with a headlock to the grounded Dex, but Dex can fight to a vertical base and backdrop Slanted and make an attempt at tagging in Garrett, but Slanted was in arms length of Enchanted who tags in a jumps on Dex halting his progress. Enchanted starts kicking away at Dex and even taking a moment to start an onslaught of punches. Once Slanted stands back up on the apron, she tags him in. Slanted goes for another flying clothesline, but he misses and Dex can knock down Dean and toss Enchanted out of the ring.
Garrett begs for the tag but Slanted makes one last grasp and grabs onto Dex, but Dex kicks him off and tags in Garrett who jumps into action with running DDT. He grabs Slanted once again and shoves him off the ropes and hitting him with the Royal Monarchy and falls down into a cover, ONE, TWO, NO! Garrett pounds on the mat, but Dex yells at him to stay focused and Garrett gives a nod of acknowledgment. Garrett hits the ropes with a rolling thunder, but Slanted can move away and tag in Dean. Dean decides to try and take advantage of this moment and hit the Payout, but Garrett worms out of the gutwrench, but that doesn’t stop him from getting drilled with a big standing dropkick. Dean scales up to the top rope and goes for a flying elbow drop, but that also misses! Garrett mounts a series of offense on Dean, arm drag which leads to Dean charging into a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker, then a running neckbreaker. Garrett makes a cover, one, two, no! Garrett can’t get the pinfall, but he decides to tag in Dex and they hit a double suplex and Dex tries the cover this time, one, two, no again, a bit closer but Dean refuses to stay down. Slanted tries to throw Dex off his game by shouting at him, but Dex connects with a german suplex and stares right at Slanted for a quick second before getting ready to hit Bloody Knuckles. Dean gets up, Dex winds up, but Dean ducks and tags in Slanted who walks right into a Bloody Knuckles of his own! Cover, ONE, TWO, NO, in comes Enchanted for the save!
Garrett jumps right into the match clotheslining Enchanted over the top and knocking Dean off the ropes as he went for a springboard maneuver and he falls to the outside. Garrett senses something big and hits the ropes before taking off, no handed suicide dive onto Dean and Enchanted! The crowd leaps to their feet once more as all Dean and Enchanted writhe in pain while Garrett nurses his wounds seated on the apron.
Meanwhile in the ring, Dex still has control, but he loses it when his lung blower is countered into a jackknife, this could do it, ONE, TWO, NO! Kickout from Dex! Slanted tries a powerbomb, but that is countered by Dex now into a swift right footed kick knocking him out into the corner. Garrett is back up and now enters the ring with Dex! Dex holds Slanted in place in the corner and Garrett hits the Golden Boot, Dex hits the Lung Blower, and Garrett lands EGADS! Dex falls onto Slanted, ONE, TWO, THREE! DING DING DING!!
Alecia Matthews: A huge win for the new golden boys of the WFWF, but the question remains where is Chase Landon?
Samael Ahriman: Well it didn’t make a difference tonight, a big win for two young stars and I doubt this is the last we’ll see of them here tonight.
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Post by Rated R on May 20, 2014 14:56:21 GMT -5
Backstage, we come to Cameron Stone sitting in his locker room, fresh off of his victory over Mak Cross. Water bottle in hand, Stone appears to be sitting in deep concentration, contemplating something. This is interrupted however by distant clapping, which the camera pans out to reveal Ace Bennett. Bennett who is donning his signature cocky smile, approaches Stone, still clapping.
Ace Bennett: Congratulations old man. Really went out with a bang there, didn't you?
Stone looks up at Ace, clearly not amused with his appeared. Ace's smile quickly goes away and his face turns serious.
Ace Bennett: I hope you realize that things aren't over between you and I, my friend. You see, what I did at Superbrawl, I didn't do it for myself, I did it for the well being of MY friend. I think that I know better than anyone what is best for that man. It was me that has been for him through all of these rough times, not Samael Ahriman, not Dex, and ESPECIALLY not you. When you ran in one me trying to put him down so that he could live out his last few moments in peace instead of the warzone that is the WFWF, you made things personal. I expected something like this from glory whore Samael but never from you Stone. And don't you think for a second things are over between us, because they are far from it.
Never breaking eye contact, Stone listens to Ace's spiel with a straight face.
Cameron Stone: You done?
Ace Bennett: No I'm not done! You may think your done in the ring, but you honestly think that I'm going to let that dud of a match against the corpse of Mak Cross be your last? Oh no, you don't deserve to go out on top. You deserve to go out like the lowly dog that you are just for having the gall to run in on me when I'm trying to do what's best for Shawn. Because unlike you, I don't want to see him die in the ring. I want you. One more match. Me and you. One on one. NOW I'm done.
Letting out a sigh, Stone casually looks away from Ace and shakes his head. Biting his lip, he lets out a breath as if he's about to speak, but stops. Thinking of the right words to say, Stone shakes his head once again before beginning to speak.
Cameron Stone: As much as I'd like to get my hands on you after what you did, I'm going to have to pass. I'm done, this was my last match. I'm not going to let every little bad thing that someone says about me stir me up out into another match, because then I won't ever want to stop. Sometimes, you gotta realize when it's time to sit back and enjoy the poutine.
To say Ace Bennett was angry at the answer he got would be an understatement. His face quickly turned a shade of red that resembles the color of the font that you are reading right now.
Ace Bennett: Are you serious!? You won't-
Before Ace could go off, new WFWF superstar Dare Evans enters the locker room. Bennett looks at Evans, who is student of Stone, and a smile quickly forms on his face.
Dare Evans: You wanted to see me?
Ace Bennett: My my my, what do we have here. We have a little boy coming in to see Old Man Stone. Isn't that just the sweetest thing?
Bennett begins to circle around Evans, sizing him up, all while looking to Stone with a demented look on his face. Seeing a ponytail wrapped tightly on Evans head, Ace flicks it, causing the young man to flinch. Ace lets out a laugh.
Ace Bennett: Dare, right?
Dare Evans: Yeah...
Cameron Stone: Don't bother with him Dare, he's-
Ace Bennett: Going to want to hear what I have to say.
Dare looks to Stone, who simply shakes his head. Ace begins to speak anyways, still circling around Evans and never breaking eye contact with Stone.
Ace Bennett: Dare, I was just curious to know how it feels to be trained by a coward? I mean, this is a man who attacks a friend looking to do a good deed while his back is turned on him, and STILL gets taken down in the process. This is a man who turns away from a fight when that friend wants a measure of revenge for the actions that he took against him. Dare, something tells me that you really shouldn't be here, because you my friend, got the short end of the stick. If you are anything like your mentor, you really should go, because you don't belong here.
Dare simply takes that, with a straight face. Ace now turns his attention towards Evans, putting his face inches away from his adversary's.
Ace Bennett: So why don't you get out of here?
Dare Evans: You aren't half the man that Cameron Stone is....
Ace Bennett: At least I stand up and fight for what I believe in. You and your man buddy here are just a couple of little bit-
Evans hauls off and slaps Bennett right across the face, shocking not only Bennett, but Stone as well.
Dare Evans: You keep running your mouth! I'll let my actions do the talking. I may not be the biggest dog in the fight, but I'll walk right up to anyone and put up a hell of a fight before I allow ANYONE talk to me or to Cameron like that! You want a fight, you got one right here! Fight me!
Stone, trying to stop Evans, realizes that it's too late and Evans actions have already happened. Ace, now holding his face in pain, begins to smile. His eyes now are sparking with a fire that has not been seen from Ace in a very long time.
Ace Bennett: Kid, you just took your man's place. I'll see you next week.
Bennett walks out of the locker room, as Stone pats his student on the back.
Cameron Stone: You my friend, have a lot of balls.
And with that we head back to ringside, ready for our next contest.
Alecia Matthews: Well we’ve seen some debuts tonight here already, but the next one is possibly the biggest, very literally.
Samael Ahriman: Well both the biggest and the smallest, former New Epoch running buddy DMK has brought
Tugarin Zmey vs. Kyle Matthews An interesting contest here as Kyle Matthews, not a small man by many people’s standards, squared up to the gigantic Tugarin Zmey, otherwise known as the Dragon. Zmey is not only the biggest man in the WFWF right now but he very well may be the biggest man in the company’s history. Now unlike many big men in professional wrestling Tugarin Zmey is actually talented, his deceptive speed giving him a hell of a lot of force behind his moves. Kyle Matthews found himself on the back foot more often than not but refused to go down without a fight and could have got the victory a couple of times once he finally managed to take the Dragon down. DMK’s presence at ringside was ominous throughout to boot but he never felt the need to get involved as the Dragon took control, hitting Matthews first with the Absolute Brutality and then, to add injury to injury, locked in the MDW Clutch, forcing Matthews to tap out and claiming a debut victory in the WFWF. Victor: Tugarin Zmey
Alecia Matthews: A big debut for Tugarin Zmey there, I think DMK has found a winner.
Samael Ahriman: Well when you run around with guys like Drakz and Kyzer you’re bound to pick up a few tips on what makes a star.
Alecia Matthews: Well ladies and gentlemen we’re heading to a commercial break but when we come back we’ll witness Shawn Malakai’s first appearance since winning the WFWF World Heavyweight Championship for the first time, exclusively on WFWF Reborn.
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Post by Rated R on May 20, 2014 14:58:59 GMT -5
”Sleep” by My Chemical Romance resonates throughout the arena, the solo piano sending chills throughout the entire arena.
Samael Ahriman: Here we go…
Cameron Stone: **hesitant** I hope this is not what I think it is.
When the guitar hits, from behind the curtain comes the WFWF Champion.
Christa Adina: Ladies and gentlemen please welcome the WFWF Champion, SHAWN MALAKAI!
The fans rise to their feet as Malakai stands in the middle of the stage, the WFWF Championship hanging out of his hand, Malakai very careful to not let the strap touch the ground. The champ looks out into the crowd and gives one of those trademark smirks, raising the WFWF Championship up into the air, pointing to it with his free hand and shouting out to the fans ‘We did it!’ as he starts to make his way down the ramp.
Alecia Matthews: Malakai looks like a champ right now.
Samael Ahriman: You bet.
Malakai stops at the edge of the ramp when he sees a child at the corner of the barricade. He shouts something at the kid, who gets a huge smile and turns to his dad who starts rummaging through his pockets. Malakai goes to the corner and gets on his knee and hands the WFWF Championship to the kid, taking a camera from the father. ‘Smile’ he says as everyone in the area tries to get in on the picture of the three. Malakai takes the snap, and he looks at the preview on the camera saying ‘Looks good’ and hands it back, taking his title back and fist bumping the kid as he now slides into the ring through the bottom rope.
Cameron Stone: Have we ever seen a WFWF Champion so in tune with his fan base?
Samael Ahriman: When is the last time we had a legitimately good person as Champion?
Cameron Stone: Fair point.
Malakai places the title upon his shoulder and motions for a mic which Christa brings to him. He gets awfully close to Christa and whispers something in her ear, causing her face to turn beet red as she smiles and pulls herself off of the apron. Malakai puts the mic to his lips.
Shawn Malakai: Take note, boys. It only takes cancer and gold to get that reaction from a woman like that.
The crowd cracks up.
Shawn Malakai: So, pop quiz. Just shout out the answers, ladies and gentlemen. How many of you are happy to be here tonight and saw SuperBrawl?
Crowd pops.
Shawn Malakai: Next. I have a horrible memory, so tell me, did I win at SuperBrawl?
A YES chant starts. Suck it, Daniel Bryan. I can break the fourth wall if I want.
Shawn Malakai: Ah, ok. That makes sense. I was wondering where this piece of leather and gold came from. Awfully heavy. I have made a career out of trying to make everyone’s life easier. Trace has been carrying around this weight around for a while now, glad to take that burdeon from him.
Another pop from the crowd.
Shawn Malakai: I also believe I managed to successfully defend the WFWF Championship at SuperBrawl against Ace Bennett? Well, at least that’s what I am being told. God knows what happened, right?
The crowd boos at the mention of Bennett.
Shawn Malakai: Oh behave. We all know Ace Bennett is just a child, desperate for attention. I’ve known that for years. He has grown up a lot, but he still has that selfish streak a mile wide.
Laughter.
Shawn Malakai: Though, I believe I have some people I need to thank for allowing me to still be holding this gold. Gosh, I feel like an Oscar winner or something. I just hope I don’t trip on my way out like the chipmunk.
Alecia Matthews: Come on, why ya gotta make fun of Jennifer Lawrence?
Shawn Malakai: First: I would like to thank Trace Demon for being an indecisive, pompous c*ck and thinking he could take me on at SuperBrawl. I appreciate the vote of confidence. Next, I would like to thank Solomon Crow for being Trace Demon’s punching bag. Without you, he would have still been in the action. For the record though, I’m pulling for you tonight. Demon’s on a losing streak in cage matches. Take advantage, kiddo.
The crowd is laughing uncontrollably.
Shawn Malakai: I would also like to thank Thunder, whose childish acts of betrayal sent me into a fourth gear, and staying down long enough for me to win my first WFWF Championship. Enjoy retirement, bud. Cannot wait for Aaron to see your final match some day.
Samael Ahriman: Ouch.
Shawn Malakai: I would like to thank Ace Bennett and Jason Anders for conspiring against me, thus forcing me into a title defense just minutes after surviving Armageddon. You know, somewhere Alex Sean and EBR are probably throwing a fit, or having a sick laugh, at you trying to recapture that magically terrible moment when King Douche took the title from E. How original. Lucky for you I was able to turn the page and not relive that Grimm Fairy Tale moment all over again.
Cameron Stone: Shots fired.
Shawn Malakai: Hey Sam, Cam. Get in here.
Alecia Matthews: Go boys. Shine time.
Stone and Ahriman drop their headsets onto the table and get up to the ring, climbing in. Malakai outstretches both of his arms, Stone and Ahriman giving Malakai a giant bro hug.
Shawn Malakai: Now for those who truly deserve my thanks. You two threw yourselves into harms way to try to fight off a rabid Ace Bennett. You both ate some barbed wire… **Malakai looks at Sam** …some more literally than others, for me. I could never, and would never, have asked you to step in this ring for me. But I am eternally grateful for your sacrifice.
Malakai backs away and starts applauding Stone and Ahriman, who are awfully uncomfortable with the praise from Malakai and the fans.
Cameron Stone: **grabbing the mic from Malakai quickly** You forgetting people?
Shawn Malakai: Hey, I saved the best for last. Boys, get out here. We gotta make like Lucy and do some ‘splainin.
”Get Well” by Icon for Hire resonates throughout the arena as one half of the WFWF Tag Team Champions, Jayson Garrett, and Dex, come out from behind the curtain to a MONSTER ovation. Both Dex and Garrett are taken aback, a stunned look on their faces.
Alecia Matthews: This is what it’s like to be cheered, boys. Get used to it. You’re heroes now.
Garrett and Dex start to make their way down to the ring, rolling in, each slapping hands with Malakai, Ahriman and Stone.
Shawn Malakai: I have gathered you all here today for a reason, though. Not just for thanks.
Malakai pauses.
Shawn Malakai: I have gathered you all here today for my eulogy, as my time has come.
A silence befalls the arena.
Shawn Malakai: As has been well documented, I have literally been living on borrowed time. When I was diagnosed with cancer over a year ago, I knew my time to accomplish when I had to do was finite at best. Gotta be honest, I even surprised myself that I lasted as long as I did. The doctors were highly against me ever coming back to begin with. Obviously I defied their orders, as I had sh*t to do, to put it bluntly.
The crowd is chanting his name.
Shawn Malakai: I am almost forty years old. Cancer, in theory, should not be taking me this soon in my life, but having been drunk for every waking hour for most of the last twenty years…it catches up to you. I have lived a long life, compared to the majority of my family. And if it was not for a close friend, I would not have made it the last twenty years without Xana. And besides, the Big C is doing me a favor.
Malakai sits down in the ring, the four men with him dispersing to the corners.
Shawn Malakai: So when I came back and fought Scarlett, I was not sure how well I would hold up. The spirit is willing, but the flesh is weak. Well, I did hold up, only to lose. I know. Surprise. So when I found out the cancer had spread soon after that match…I was saddened, knowing my window was closing. Then it happened. I won the Scars and Stripes battle royal. My doctor told me he would inform the WFWF that I was simply no longer allowed to compete, as I could just up and die in that ring. I MAY have found a second opinion to allow me my last chance.
Malakai stops for a second, looking out to the crowd.
Shawn Malakai: I want you all to know something. And this includes the bodies in the back. In no way, shape or form was me coming back this last time for me. It may seem like I am being selfish, making the ones who love me sad by putting my body through the wringer when it is already in a losing battle with Big C. Rather, I did this so that I would have my name immortalized in WFWF history, though again, not for me.
The crowd is confused.
Shawn Malakai: I want my name in history, so that the world will never forget my daughter. She has been my rock, my motivation and my guardian angel since she passed…I wanted people to know of her and the greatness that she was, and what she would have been had she not been taken so soon from this Earth.
Some of the women in the crowd are crying.
Shawn Malakai: So when I won the WFWF Championship…I knew my job had been fulfilled. And now, as I am on the last legs of my life, I can finally sit back, relax and not try to kill myself on a weekly basis, finally having accomplished what I had to do. So now, without further adu…
Malakai gets up to his feet, and “Over and Under” by Egypt Central resonates throughout the arena to a TON of boos. The arena comes to life with a chorus of boos as Ace Bennett comes out from behind the curtain. Stone, Ahriman, Dex and Garrett bolt form their spots and gather themselves in front of Shawn Malakai. Bennett has a mic in his hands.
Ace Bennett: Calm down there, kids. I’m not here to interfere with nature taking its course. I’m just here to clarify something for the fans.
Malakai makes a motion for Ace to continue.
Ace Bennett: I won our title match at SuperBrawl. You kept the title because of your cronies, but I won the match. That rightfully makes me the number one contender for the WFWF Championship. And while beating you for the title would be so sweet, I want a fair fight.
Jayson Garrett: Is that why you beat down Sam and Cam with barbed wire and tried to take on a completely incapped Malakai? In the interest of fairness?
Ace Bennett: Well if he was not wrestling on his deathbed, perhaps he would have put up more of a challenge against me. But, since you are clearly relinquishing the championship, I guess what was to be a triple threat match with me, you and Demon will just be a singles match between me and Trace for the open title. Not as juicy, not beating you, but just Trace makes my life a little easier.
Shawn Malakai: Well now that’s where you’re wrong, Ace.
The crowd pops.
Ace Bennett: What, you gonna defend?
Shawn Malakai: Nope.
Ace Bennett: Then what’s your endgame here, Horror?
Shawn Malakai: Because I’m not allowed to just straight up vacate.
Ace Bennett: Sure you can. Just leave the title in the ring and go home.
Shawn Malakai: Well that WAS going to be my plan. I went to Lila Sleater earlier tonight to have a little chat with her, and she saw things in a way similar to how I saw them prior to SuperBrawl. It took way too long to get the WFWF Championship into the right hands. The hands of someone just, and who was not going to try to run the WFWF with some kind of totalitarian iron fist like Trace Demon, Scarlett Quinn, Phillip Schneider and Michael Kyzer before me. And after careful deliberation, we decided that it was in the best interest of the WFWF to try our best to make sure it stays in good hands.
Alecia Matthews: Uh oh.
Shawn Malakai: So I was given permission to NOT relinquish, but to simply give my title to someone to defend in my stead, as WFWF Champion.
Ace Bennett: What, a hand-me-down champion?
Shawn Malakai: Well that’s all you would have been had you won at SuperBrawl, so I think this guy is a step up from that.
Alecia Matthews: Harsh.
Shawn Malakai: I am leaving my championship in the hands of a man who more than deserves it. A man who proved to me, and the world, that he is ready to take over my place as the fighter of the good fight. The man who is ready to take the next step towards greatness by becoming WFWF Champion and taking down Trace Demon and you, Ace Bennett, at the upcoming Pay Per View.
Ace Bennett: Who ya got?
Shawn Malakai: You sound nervous.
Ace Bennett: Not nervous. Just irritated you are yet again throwing a monkey wrench at another person who deserves a WFWF Championship shot.
Shawn Malakai: You act like I’m some kind of monster, trying to take away the dreams of those who shatter them themselves, on their own accord. I just give fair shakes to those who deserve them, and until you earn my respect, you deserve nothing.
Alecia Matthews: Shots fired.
Ace Bennett: That’s cute, acting like you deserved your shot.
Shawn Malakai: I won that battle royal.
Ace Bennett: And so did everyone else. Convenient.
Shawn Malakai: My pick has my full support, and the support of everyone else in this ring, and from Sleater and I am sure from the WFWF universe. After all, he has more than proved his worth as a competitor in this ring. Hell, he killed a legend at SuperBrawl.
Ace Bennett’s eyes change, irritation setting in.
Ace Bennett: WHO THE HELL IS IT?!
Shawn Malakai: It has been discussed and agreed to by me, Sleater and anyone else closely involved. My WFWF Champion, to face you and Trace Demon…is…
Malakai takes his belt from his shoulder and smiles, the crowd loses it when he places it on the shoulder of a certain enigma in the ring already.
Shawn Malakai: Ladies and gentlemen your new WFWF Champion…DEX.
Alecia Matthews: WHAT?!
Ace Bennett drops his microphone in a form of both confusion and disgust. He points at Dex, shouting ‘HIM?!’ and taking a step back. In the ring, Stone lifts Dex up onto his shoulders, Dex gawking at the WFWF Championship, pointing at Ace and then at himself.
Dex: Watch it, Ace. I’m coming for you.
The fans lose it.
Shawn Malakai: Ladies and gentlemen I cannot make you any promises. I do not know, after the next Pay Per View if I will ever step in this ring again. I can almost guarantee I will never compete again. But I was determined to do two things with the WFWF. One, I would leave Xana’s name imbedded in history. And two, I would leave the WFWF in better shape than it was when I got here. There was NO ONE when I got here who was willing to fight for the lost. Fight for those who traditionally had no say in this company. But I am now leaving the WFWF with four willing and able heroes for all of you. You wanted to know why I was saved at SuperBrawl? Because I have something Demon, Thunder, Crow, Quinn or Bennett do not have. One big, happy, dysfunctional family…and I know these guys can keep building this company up to further heights than I ever could have. Love them as you have loved me, for they are the future, and the future is now. Down with Bennett. Down with Demon. Rise, you, WFWF. Thank you. Goodbye.
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Post by Rated R on May 20, 2014 15:00:54 GMT -5
Samael Ahriman: Well up next we’ve got a very interesting match… well, I guess it’s a match.
Alecia Matthews: Mismatch is probably a better word, you ever read one of McLeod’s books?
Samael Ahriman: No, but I have bought a few and got him to sign them, because when Devilkiller kills him they’ll be worth a ton.
Basic McLeod vs. Devilkiller Newcomer Basic McLeod had a mountain to climb here in the form of an actual man mountain and as it turns out it isn’t all that easy when you’ve only got basic training under your belt. The author-turned-wrestler got in his licks but was thrown about the place like a ragdoll for lengthy periods of the match and definitely realized that becoming a success here in the WFWF is not going to be as easy as writing a few words on a page. There was a brief period later in the match when Basic McLeod caught an overconfident, taunting Devilkiller by surprise with a dropkick from behind and went on a little spree when it looked like we could get an upset only for Devilkiller to rally back with brutal efficiency, hitting the Devil’s Coffin to not only knock McLeod out but get the pinfall and the win. Victor: Devilkiller
Alecia Matthews: A big win for Devilkiller, you’d better get selling those books.
Samael Ahriman: I’ll give the kid some credit, he kept fighting, got crushed, but kept fighting.
With the ring clearing a familiar theme hits…
"Well I stand here because I can feel the pain…."
The vocals hit the PA system and the crowd erupts with cheers as the Superbrawl victor Drakz makes his way out onto the stage.
Alecia Matthews: It's safe to say Drakz needed this show off to regroup and mend and it's hardly surprising after everything his body went through at Superbrawl.
Samael Ahriman: True enough. Drakz may have won that night but it's safe to say it didn't come without pushing through some serious punishment at the hands of Phillip Schneider.
Drakz has the National Championship slung over his shoulder as he makes his way down the ramp and into the ring. He looks around at the audience and nods as they lay a very warm welcome on him. He reaches through the ropes and accepts a mic from one of the ring side staff.
Drakz: Good evening Cincinnati……
Cheap pop. Drakz moves to continue but then looks as though he's just remembered something. He pauses for a second and then unzips his hoodie, tossing it to the corner and revealing his t shirt underneath.
Alecia Matthews: Is this salt in the wounds or genuine respect for a guy who pushed his limits?
The shirt is a Phillip Schneider shirt. The crowd reacts in a multitude of ways; some laugh, some feel a little uncomfortable, some simply cheer. Drakz however just starts talking.
Drakz: As you may know I'm not booked to wrestle for you people tonight, but I do have a some words regarding a number of things that need addressing. First of all I would like to announce that I shall henceforth be known as 'The streak destroyer, destroyer, destroyer'. Perhaps we could just put a tape echo on the ring announcer? Save his tongue.
Samael Ahriman: Schneider can't be happy about this. We know he's in the building tonight as well.
Drakz: No. No. I kid. I kid. Don't get me wrong, I'm not out here tonight to wave my d*ck in the face of Phillip Schneider. I have nothing to prove. My actions at Superbrawl spoke volumes……………..as did his. It seems that Gods don't hold common courtesy in very high esteem. All I wanted was a hand shake Phil and you denied me that, but no matter, I'm over it. Onto more pressing matters. Matters that regard the outcome of that match. Matters that regard this.
He adjusts the National Championship on his shoulder and looks at it as he continues to speak.
Drakz: I was granted this title as leverage. Leverage that ultimately helped the world experience the biggest match in the history of wrestling. Without this belt, this worm hanging on the hook, I'm not sure if Phillip would have bitten. So right now I want all of you here to say thank you to the National Championship……….
He holds the belt aloft and smiles at the crowd, who in a well humoured way all begin to chant "Thankyou! Thankyou! Thankyou!"
Alecia Matthews: Are these idiots really talking to an inanimate title belt?
Drakz: The belt reciprocates the feeling ten fold. But where does this leave the title? Where do we go from here? My agreement with WFWF officials was that I could take the belt as a deal breaker so long as post Superbrawl who ever won it vacated it with immediate effect. I agreed to this as I personally think it's only fair. Why should I hold the belt hostage when its sole purpose is to give the newer, emerging talent a mark of recognition? This belt means more now. It's always meant something, but right now it means more than ever. When was the last time the National Championship looked like the most important title on the Superbrawl card? Never. I want this belt to carry that with it. I want the aforementioned emerging talent to fight for this belt with everything they have in the knowledge that two legendary figures in this business, a pair of two time hall of famers, bled for this belt. The future is now. This show is titled Reborn and with that in mind it is my pleasure to announce that over the coming weeks you people will bare witness to the "Thespian and Hobo Invitational"! A tournament for this very belt. The finals will decide who the new National Champion is, and which talent carries this accolade into the new era of WFWF. Think of Superbrawl as a baptism for this belt.
He turns the belt around and gives it a kiss.
Drakz: Goodbye old friend. You served me well.
He then hands it through the ropes to another official and once again the belt is officially vacant.
Alecia Matthews: Well this is exciting stuff! A tournament to decide a vacant belt! We've never seen anything like this before.
Samael Ahriman: But isn't that exactly how Drakz last won the International Title?
Alecia Matthews: We've never seen ANYTHING like this before!
Drakz: I know what you're all thinking, 'that's very selfless of you Drakz, but what about you? Where do you go now?' And it's a good question. My immediate thought was I wanted a Heavyweight Title Shot but the powers that be have informed me that there are plans in motion already regarding the belt. It is otherwise engaged. That's fine though. I take rejection well. What I don't take well though is the reason behind this rejection. Shawn Malakai did the unthinkable at Superbrawl. He finally won the big money. I don't know how, but he did. Now however he's heading home because he's got a bad cold or something. I don't know. Either way that's it. Like me he's given up the belt, but unlike me he’s just handed it over. In case you didn't guess we're really trying to push this Reborn thing. Everything starts a new.
So surely we look at who is the best fit for the title picture yes? Who can draw the most money? Who can put on the best show? Who has the most right to be there? Well of course T. Drizzle has his right to a shot as his rematch is off the cards. Who else? Who would fit nicely in there? Who has a storied past with Trace Demon and just came off of the hottest match in WFWF history? Dex! Of course!
Bull sh*t. I call bull sh*t. His match with ZMaster was good, there's no denying that. He put on a show but the guy is fresh meat. He hasn't earned his position in the company yet and here he is being sling shotted to the top of the ladder, stepping right over guys like myself. And why? Because he's friends with Shawn Malakai……..Sort of.
So what's my logical next move? I tell the powers that be I want a match with Dex. I want to prove that he isn't ready for that burden yet. One day perhaps he will be, he's shown promise, but right now? Guess what I was told? Nope. No can do. Please bear in mind that Ace f*cking Bennett got an impromptu title shot at the drop of a hat, minutes after Malakai won the belt, and why? Because he's friends with Malakai? Not this time. Because he won the Scars & Stripes battle royal at some point and never got his shot. Join the back of the queue brother. You're not the only one. Some of us however have the decency to let a guy enjoy his moment in the sun.
Sorry I'm raising my voice.
So what then? I'll tell you what. If I can't teach Dex about hierarchy and cutting your teeth I'll at least save his pal. I'm only thinking about the children here folks. I need to show these kids the way of the warrior, not the way of the Crow. No offence Solomon but this whole situation has the same sh*tty smell as what just happened with you.
Jason Garrett. You did the honourable thing of helping out a friend in the closing moments of Superbrawl, but let's face it all you really set out to do was steal the lime light at the climax of the orgasm. You, Dex and Ace Bennett made Malakai the fluffer while you sprayed your load at the most opportune moment. You are nothing but stunt c*cks. I can save you though. I will save you. I'll stop you making the same mistake Dex is about to make. My boy I will make you.
That's where I'm heading next. My next personal project is destroying "The Golden Boy" in a way that teaches him some manners. I will teach him about respect. I will lay the foundations that will in the future make him a star. And you know what the best part is? It's going to be easy.
Alecia Matthews: Well this is a strange turn of events. Drakz is going from a once in a lifetime WFWF dream match to picking a fight with a relative new comer.
Samael Ahriman: You've got to believe he's simply trying to make a point here though. What he really wants is the Heavyweight Championship. This is just his way of making the best of what he's been left with.
Alecia Matthews: I wonder what Garrett's opinion is about all of this. He only just became one half of the Tag Team Champions and here he is being challenged by Drakz.
He tosses the mic to ringside and casually salutes the cheering crowd before making his way to the back.
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Post by Rated R on May 20, 2014 15:02:25 GMT -5
Alecia Matthews: It’s main event time, and what a main event it is.
Samael Ahriman: That cage has been hanging high above the ring all night and now we’re going to put two of the most dangerous men in the WFWF inside of it.
Cameron Stone: After what happened at Superbrawl I’m surprised either of them can even walk, but it’s official that they’re both here and they’re both ready for action.
We head inside the ring, the cage hanging above it and the crowd restless to see it lowered, where Christa Adina stands, microphone in hand ready to make the first introductions.
Christa Adina: The following contest is a steel cage match and is your main event of the evening! You can win the match via pinfall, submission or escaping the cage. First please welcome the special referee for this contest, the WFWF International Champion… Joe Bishop!
The arena lights go dark as “Lose It” blasts around the arena. After a few seconds Joe Bishop, clad in the black and white stripes of a WFWF official, emerges in the entrance way. The WFWF International Champion looks a bit more care free than usual, knowing that he’s got the fate of this match basically in the palm of his hand. As he makes his way towards the ring he chooses to ignore the mixed response he receives from the WFWF fans. Bishop climbs up the ring steps and enters the ring, awaiting the men he’s got to control.
Samael Ahriman: A surprising addition to the match, Joe Bishop demanded to be on the card and he got his wish alright.
Cameron Stone: Oh yeah, and what a way to get on the card, who would actually want to be stuck inside a ring with these two?
Alecia Matthews: You need someone with authority to run a match like this, and the new International Champion certainly has that in his favour.
The video feed cuts out into a small video package of a man sitting in a rocking chair as multiple men surround him. The lantern in his hand delivers the light as his hands rise up to the top of his head. He grabs the rim of his hat and throws it towards the camera as his followers all blow out the lantern. "We're Here!" proclaims Solomon as everything goes black.
Christa Adina: Hailing from Clachan, Ontario, Canada, standing in at 6’2 and weighing 212lbs… Solomon!
Alecia Matthews: Solomon looks a little worse for wear after Superbrawl, though you can’t really blame him.
Samael Ahriman: He took a plunge from the top of Hell in a Cell, of course he’s not at full strength, but neither is his opponent.
"Come As You Are" by Nirvana starts beaming in the arena as the followers in The Nest slowly make their way to the top of the ramp. They all stand in a straight line all while holding each other's hands. The music heads to it's chorus as the "children of Crow" all sing along while moving their body to the beat. The song picks up as Solomon comes out from the back and pets every single one of his children on the head, all while staring down his opponent. He reaches the tallest at the front of the line before kissing him on the forehead. The followers then emerge from their frozen states and head backstage, leaving Solomon on his own. The lights start to come back on slowly as Solomon eerily laughs as he walks into the ring. He walks over to the corner and he sits down into the corner while he continues to laugh maniacally.
Cameron Stone: Solomon blames Trace Demon for costing him the match at Superbrawl, he sees this as his chance to get some revenge.
Samael Ahriman: Not just revenge, a win against Trace Demon would probably put him right back in contention for the title.
Christa Adina: And his opponent…
The sound of a bullet explodes through the arena before a very familiar theme begins to play, sending the arena lights shutting off one by one. As the opening chords of “Shoot the War Pigs by INHUMANZ begins to blare across the arena six crimson spotlights switch on one by one, each shining down upon a different part of the cheering arena is sequence. One by one each of the spotlights move to the tip of the ramp, combining and showing the first glimpse of the man behind the theme – the now former WFWF World Heavyweight Champion Trace Demon, standing front and centre. As the song builds to a fever pitch and the rap kicks in he throws his hand up like a gun and pulls the trigger, mouthing “Boom” as a spectacular pyrotechnics display shoots off all around him, notably crimson and gold to signal the owner’s arrival. As the pyrotechnics come to a stop the lights in the arena turn back on, showing a full look at Trace Demon.
Christa Adina: Hailing from Hamilton, Ontario, Canada, weighing in at 230lbs and standing 6’4, he is the King of Demons, he is… Trace… Demon!
Samael Ahriman: Trace doesn’t seem all that phased over the fact that he’s lost his WFWF World Heavyweight Championship.
Alecia Matthews: He can put up a front all he wants but it’s pretty obvious that that title, and the fact that it isn’t around his waist, is the only thing on his mind right now.
Trace takes absolutely no notice of the crowd, instead focusing on the beat of the music. He begins rocking his head to it as the crowd watch on in slight amusement, but mostly boos. A lot of boos. Smirking, he begins to make his way down towards the ring, showing that he hasn’t lost his swagger as he does so. His head rocks, his body rocks, he’s having fun and it’s all so weird. He ignores the fans on either side of him as they attempt to touch the King of Demons, instead focused on the beat and the match at hand. As he reaches the bottom of the ramp he heads up the steel ring steps and climbs through the ropes, still showing this oddly charismatic swagger as he does so. He leaps up onto the turnbuckle, throwing his arms out wide as the crowd continue to boo before leaping back down and leaning against the turnbuckle, awaiting the start of the match.
Cameron Stone: I don’t know, I think the fact he’s stuck in a cage with Solomon, just a few weeks after diving off of a cell with him, might be on his mind as well.
Alecia Matthews: Trace reportedly fled the hospital after Superbrawl so who knows what injuries he’s still suffering through.
With both men inside the ring the cage begins to lower around them, Joe Bishop standing between the pair to make sure that the action doesn’t kick off early. Solomon is clearly restless while Trace leans against the turnbuckle nonchalantly. Just moments before the cage reaches the ropes Trace quickly drops down, rolling beneath the ropes and to the outside much to the confusion of Solomon and the rest of the crowd. But Trace isn’t fleeing, instead he grabs the ring apron and begins to dig around beneath it, pulling out a steel chair and sliding back into the ring a mere moment before the cage hits the canvas. Solomon realizes that he’s stuck in the cage with a chair wielding Trace Demon and looks at Joe Bishop to make this a fair fight.
Samael Ahriman: Oh come on, can’t he just fight a fair match for once in his life?
Cameron Stone: Can’t see Bishop letting him use that right from the offset like this. He might hate both of these guys but he’d rather they both tear each other apart than just the one.
Trace holds the chair up, ready to take Solomon’s head off, but Joe Bishop stands between them, blocking Trace from getting to Crow, refusing to allow this match to descend into anarchy. Trace holds his arms out wide, the chair still in hand, offering Bishop a shot at him. Solomon steps forwards, telling him to do it… when Bishop spins around and drives his boot up into the groin of his former ‘master’!
Samael Ahriman: What the hell is this? He’s meant to be the referee!
Alecia Matthews: I’ve said it time and time again, you can’t trust a thing that Trace Demon is involved with.
Solomon drops down to his knees, gripping his crown jewels in pain while Joe Bishop stares down at him. Trace Demon pushes past Bishop, lifts the chair up and then slams it against the side of Solomon’s skull, dropping him to the floor. He glances back at Bishop who is just staring at Solomon right now before dropping the chair and hooking his hands around the head of the Deranged One, dragging him up to his feet. Trace drags Solomon to the cage and proceeds to push him back first into the ropes, tying his arms up in the ropes and slapping him a few times to draw him back into the world of the conscious. As Solomon begins to come to Trace picks up the chair again and looks set to swing it, to crush Crow’s skull between the steel of the chair and the mesh of the cage. But he pauses, looks at Bishop and holds out the chair, offering it to him. Solomon screams at Bishop, telling him to resist, telling him to “come home”. Joe Bishop grins, the International Champion accepting the chair from the King of Demons and taking his place in front of a trapped Solomon Crow.
Cameron Stone: Solomon has never found himself in a situation like this, and based on what we’re seeing he might not have a chance to be in a situation like this ever again.
Samael Ahriman: Can’t we get someone in there to stop this, I know Bishop’s meant to be the official but this is a joke.
Joe Bishop looks into the eyes of Solomon and grins, Crow realizing that there’s no talking his way out of this. He begins goading Bishop, taunting him which only riles Bishop up. Trace smirks through the whole thing, tells Bishop to “do it” and Joe nods, lifting the chair up and swinging it… slamming it straight into Solomon’s skull and crushing it against the mesh of the steel cage! The crowd boo loudly but Joe Bishop and Trace Demon simply grin and laugh. Bishop offers the chair over to Trace Demon but the King of Demons refuses, tells Bishop that this is his show now. Bishop looks at the groggy Solomon, his head hung low as Bishop swings the chair for a second time, smashing it straight into the skull of Crow, splitting him open as his blood begins to drip onto the canvas. On the outside of the ring the officials rush around, trying to get the cage raised and stop this from becoming a bloodbath.
Samael Ahriman: This is exactly what Shawn Malakai was talking about earlier tonight, people like Trace Demon, monsters like Trace Demon, should not be running this company and should not be champion.
The crowd are booing loudly but Bishop doesn’t stop, he swings the chair again and again, smashing it into Solomon’s skull repeatedly until he’s actually pulled away by a still smiling Trace Demon. By this point the officials on the outside have unattached the cage and finally it begins to rise up but the damage is done. Solomon’s face is a bloody mess, his nose broken, his eyes swollen, blood covering every inch of his face and dripping onto the canvas below. With the cell rising Trace takes a run forward and delivers a boot to the straight up broken face of Solomon Crow that has enough force behind it that Solomon comes untangled from the ropes, falls through them and crashes to the floor outside. Trace Demon leans over the ropes, looking first at the broken body of Solomon Crow and then up at the fans where he proclaims with sickening vitriol.
Trace Demon: The revolution begins right now!
Samael Ahriman: That was tough to watch, Solomon might have some serious brain damage after so many head shots.
Cameron Stone: I don’t know what’s gotten into Joe Bishop, I mean he’s always been tough but I’ve never seen him act like that.
Alecia Matthews: That’s the influence that Trace Demon has on people, he’s the damn devil in disguise.
As medical personnel rush to the ring to check in on a motionless Solomon on the outside of the ring Trace Demon and Joe Bishop remain, the fans in the audience watching on in stunned silence, unsure what to make of it. The two men take their place in the centre of the ring, Trace taking Bishop’s free arm by the wrist and raises it up while, in his other hand, Joe Bishop lifts the steel chair that is now dented and bloodied from the assault. Before WFWF Reborn fades out we get a quick shot of a neck brace being placed on a still unconscious and motionless Solomon on the outside before moving back to the ring, and a final shot of Trace Demon and WFWF International Champion Joe Bishop standing tall with questions to be asked… and no time for answers to be given.
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Post by Rated R on May 20, 2014 15:04:00 GMT -5
And that is that. As always big thanks goes out to everybody who contributed to the show, I think it came out pretty well.
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Post by Dex on May 20, 2014 16:37:44 GMT -5
Amazing show, I'm not just saying that over the new crowning. The start was a little too violent oriented for my taste, but the show was really good regardless. Hell that even came as a surprise to me, had no idea it was going to happen at this show. Still i'm excited for my new position within the roster and hopefully I'll become the guy everyone is expecting, and more. I feel like Randy Orton circa 2004, i'm also assuming that i'm the youngest in history to hold the belt?
Anyways I just want to send a message to generally everyone who read the segment. I promise i'll be the guy, and that isn't my character speaking.
Props to everyone who sent in segments and matches.
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Post by Markw on May 20, 2014 17:25:30 GMT -5
When you talk about the 'upcoming PPV' is that the next show or a show to take place in say three shows time?
I'll leave a few comments on the big talking points when I get a chance to read the entire show properly, as it seems like this is a pretty significant show. But for now just want to say please don't lock the RPs yet, I want to reply to as many as possible tomorrow afternoon and Thursday.
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Post by bad guy™ on May 20, 2014 17:37:32 GMT -5
Amazing show, I'm not just saying that over the new crowning. The start was a little too violent oriented for my taste, but the show was really good regardless. Hell that even came as a surprise to me, had no idea it was going to happen at this show. Still i'm excited for my new position within the roster and hopefully I'll become the guy everyone is expecting, and more. I feel like Randy Orton circa 2004, i'm also assuming that i'm the youngest in history to hold the belt? Anyways I just want to send a message to generally everyone who read the segment. I promise i'll be the guy, and that isn't my character speaking. Props to everyone who sent in segments and matches. We all have hope for you, and don't want to let what happened to Evans a few years ago happen again, hence the trigger pull. Just keep up the good work. As for it being this week, blame Drakz. He wrote his promo before me and instead of doing it next week I just went with his and rearranged mine. Because I am flexible like that.
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Post by Dex on May 20, 2014 17:52:28 GMT -5
Amazing show, I'm not just saying that over the new crowning. The start was a little too violent oriented for my taste, but the show was really good regardless. Hell that even came as a surprise to me, had no idea it was going to happen at this show. Still i'm excited for my new position within the roster and hopefully I'll become the guy everyone is expecting, and more. I feel like Randy Orton circa 2004, i'm also assuming that i'm the youngest in history to hold the belt? Anyways I just want to send a message to generally everyone who read the segment. I promise i'll be the guy, and that isn't my character speaking. Props to everyone who sent in segments and matches. We all have hope for you, and don't want to let what happened to Evans a few years ago happen again, hence the trigger pull. Just keep up the good work. As for it being this week, blame Drakz. He wrote his promo before me and instead of doing it next week I just went with his and rearranged mine. Because I am flexible like that. Yeah, at first I thought you were using your message as a ploy to see how my RP would go unknowingly. Anyways any idea where I can get one of those dandy little title signatures such as Trace's?
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Post by Prophet of Ash on May 20, 2014 18:24:52 GMT -5
now I'm wondering in what part of the booking timeline my visit to the booking war room occurred as I see how things are playing out..
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Post by bad guy™ on May 20, 2014 18:54:53 GMT -5
We all have hope for you, and don't want to let what happened to Evans a few years ago happen again, hence the trigger pull. Just keep up the good work. As for it being this week, blame Drakz. He wrote his promo before me and instead of doing it next week I just went with his and rearranged mine. Because I am flexible like that. Yeah, at first I thought you were using your message as a ploy to see how my RP would go unknowingly. Anyways any idea where I can get one of those dandy little title signatures such as Trace's? Get on Progs ass for it. Pretty sure he has them all saved in his computer-of-WFWFness.
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Post by Sleazyness on May 20, 2014 19:07:48 GMT -5
Uhmm...okay? I liked the show. The only thing, I didnt like the way the matches were wrote up. I thought for a new beginning and what not, that was a crucial thing. I hope we get more match detail. Even if I have to help write matches.
I have this stupid research paper due soon.
Ill still be active.
Nice show nontheless.
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Post by Deleted on May 20, 2014 19:12:51 GMT -5
Great show!! I sent my match to Trace, sorry, bit of a mix-up, hopefully he can edit it in! great work everyone! EDIT: Thanks Trace!
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Post by bad guy™ on May 20, 2014 19:13:44 GMT -5
Uhmm...okay? I liked the show. The only thing, I didnt like the way the matches were wrote up. I thought for a new beginning and what not, that was a crucial thing. I hope we get more match detail. Even if I have to help write matches. I have this stupid research paper due soon. Ill still be active. Nice show nontheless. Well we write matches that way when people don't submit matches. Me and Trace can write, sure, but we cannot write nine full matches every show, which is why we ask people to do them.
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Post by Prophet of Ash on May 20, 2014 19:20:38 GMT -5
my match was half assed as , literally just rough ideas turned into something coherent, because I'm on an absurd schedule right now. I'm losing out on sleep to be doing WFWF right now. worked until 3 this afternoon, back into work at 3:45 tonight/tomorrow morning. All while trying to balance paid freelance computer crap and a social life. It all makes Jeremy a very grumpy man and little time for Phillip Schneider to exist, outside of licenses on software who's developers I don't want to know my name.
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Post by CM Poor on May 20, 2014 20:23:17 GMT -5
Uhmm...okay? I liked the show. The only thing, I didnt like the way the matches were wrote up. I thought for a new beginning and what not, that was a crucial thing. I hope we get more match detail. Even if I have to help write matches. I have this stupid research paper due soon. Ill still be active. Nice show nontheless. Uh...yeah. That's how it goes. That's why all the matches go up for grabs every time a card is posted. That's why the matches that get claimed usually get the star treatment, and the ones that don't get no treatment. Thought your match was boring? Snatch it up next time and make it better.
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