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Post by CM Poor on Apr 1, 2018 19:55:06 GMT -5
The Smoothie King Center
New Orleans, Louisiana
Dark clouds gather as an obscured assailant, Trevor Wolf, leaps the barrier, laying waste to Anna Ahriman, grinning maniacally with each consecutive strike.
The storm grows darker as Tyler Draven swings a barbed wired wrapped bat, a deafening crack of thunder ringing out as it connects with the skull of Trace Demon, a fixture and name synonymous with the WFWF - no more.
Finally, darkness falls as David Brennan’s face is shattered by a deadening strike of a length of steel pipe. The damage is aggravated and sown beyond reach as Frank Lynn seizes upon the moment, driving his knee into Brennan’s face to ensure that there is no coming back, seizing the International Championship as the void envelopes the night, and with it, the Revolution in its wake.
Blackness reigns amid the stifled cries of the masses, unyielding the pursuit of all they’d been promised…
WE WANT WRESTLING! WE WANT WRESTLING! WE WANT WRESTLING!
After that, there is only dawn.
Light where there once was none.
New chances.
New faces.
New opportunities.
A New Day Rising.Pyro and Ballyhoo!
Loud noises! Bright Lights! Big City!
Charlotte, North Carolina, baybay!Alecia Matthews: Welcome, everyone, to New Day Rising! We are LIVE at the SOLD OUT Spectrum Center in the Queen City of Charlotte, North Carolina! I’m Alecia Matthews, joined at ringside along with my...ahem…. esteemed colleague and broadcast partner - Daniel Knight. Daniel Knight: Pleased to see you, too, Alecia. Moreover, pleased to see the WFWF live to face another day! They said it couldn’t be done! They said we’d dug too far! But sooner or later, if you keep on digging, you’re bound to come out on the other side! This….is New Day Rising! Alecia Matthews: …….what in the blind hell does that even mean?! Daniel Knight: It means it’s time for our first match of the evening! Alecia Matthews: Nice change of subject. Nevertheless, it is time we...well, hold that thought..I’m sorry folks, before we can get into it here, we’ve just had report of some kind of commotion outside in the parking lot. I think we’ve got Kay Fabe out there with a crew now. Kaye, can you hear us? We cut to the aforementioned car park where Kay holds her finger in one ear to block out the hollering coming from out of shot.Kay Fabe: Hi Alecia, yes that’s right things are getting heated out here as arena security has had to be called to the scene. The camera pans as Kaye walks to her right to reveal security forming a wall, seemingly pushing someone back every time they approach the mass of black polo shirted muscle. There’s a lot of shouting and it’s the voice that gives them away before we can see them, although suddenly their face is revealed as they try to vault over the shoulders of two of the security members.Drakz: Get me Lila f*cking Sleater. He’s pushed away and disappears again.Drakz: Get her out here right now. Kay Fabe: It seems as though we have former WFWF superstar Drakz trying to force an entry into the backstage area of the arena Alecia. The camera man finds something to stand on and we finally get a look over the heads of the security guards at Drakz. He spots the camera and begins directly addressing it.Drakz: Sleater, I know you’re sat in your office. I know you see me. Get down here now! I don’t want to hurt anyone. He rushes the security again and this time is restrained. A couple of guys attempt to hold his arms but he slips out and cranks one of the men’s elbows, moving away from the group.Drakz: Lila. Come on. Don’t make me break this idiot’s arm. He’s only doing his job. He didn’t sign up for this. Lila! Lila Sleater: Jesus christ! What!? Lila marches onto the scene, making sure she keeps the rest of the guards between her and her former employee. Drakz immediately relinquishes the hold and shoves the guard away from him.Drakz: There you are. What took you so long? How does a second rate interviewer and camera chimp get here before you? Lila Sleater: Drakz. What do you want? I’m kind of busy running a show. Drakz: What? You don’t have time for your greatest attraction? Lila Sleater: Former…… Drakz: So you agree with my place on the food chain? Lila Sleater: Does it matter? Drakz: Re-instate me Lila. Lila Sleater: No. Is that it? Are we done here? She addresses the security.Lila Sleater: Don’t let him in here and keep him away from my car would you? Drakz’s eyes light up.Drakz: Which car? This one? Drakz takes his keys from his pocket and begins dragging them down the side of the nearest vehicle.Lila Sleater: No, not that one. Drakz, this is getting you nowhere, except in the bad books of whoever that car does belong to. Drakz: Okay. So this one? The key bites into the paint of the next in line. The scraping noise jarring the ears of everyone in the camera shot.Drakz: No? Well there’s only one left in our line of vision Lila. He turns to the Mercedes and goes to jab the key into its body as well and Lila winces. Drakz spots this and pulls the keys away, slipping them back into his pocket. He turns and winks at Lila before jumping on the hood of the vehicle and begins stomping the windscreen. The impact of each boot creates a new spiderweb of cracks around it. One. Two. Three. Four. He then jumps onto the roof and does the same, jumping up and down, denting the roof.Lila Sleater: For God’s sake. Get this clown out of my building. I'm calling the police, and you…. She turns to the camera man.Lila Sleater: ...stop giving him the attention he wants. She walks toward the camera as it shuts off and we’re back to the live feed at commentary.
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Post by CM Poor on Apr 1, 2018 19:55:26 GMT -5
Daniel Knight: Oh Drakz - he’s such a little scoundrel!
Alecia Matthews: He’s a vandal! You might want to change your tune, considering who’s car he just started destroying.
Daniel Knight: What do I care who….wait…..you….
Alecia Matthews: Ah, silence. Don’t let a soul fool you, folks - it truly is golden, and the perfect opportunity for us to finally kick things over to Christa Adina as we get rolling here tonight!
The lights dim, and a white spot-light illuminates the stage. The opening bars of "God Save the Queen" plays as Hamilton K. Clarke walks slowly on to the stage, his silver-topped cane tucked under his left arm.
Christa Adina: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. On the way to the ring, from Windsor, England, weighing in at two-hundred and thirty pounds, ‘The Last Gentleman’ Hamilton K. Clarke!
Hamilton looks around at the crowd with disdain, then walks regally down the aisle with the spot-light staying on him. Upon entering the ring, Hamilton walks around, again showing disdain for the fans. He then stands in the centre of the ring, as the Union Flag unfurls behind him. He then turns and makes a long salute to the flag as it slowly raised back to the rafters. He then places his cane in the corner of the ring, and signals to the time-keeper to hand him a microphone. Hamilton stands in the middle of the ring as the crowd boo, Hamilton shakes his head at this in disgust.
Hamilton K.Clarke: Do you people have no manners whatsoever? I understood before coming to this god-forsaken country that you people were not the most mentally capable bunch on earth, but for goodness sake, where you brought up in a barn?
Alecia Matthews: Who the hell does this guy think he is?
Daniel Knight: Hamilton comes from a place with great respect and welcome for visitors, he is not accustomed to this sort of greeting.
The crowd begin to boo louder as Hamilton develops a stern look on his face.
Hamilton K.Clarke: You know, you people…You should be honoured to be in the presence of a man of such nobility and intellect. You ought to be ashamed of yourselves, I have come a long way to grace you with my presence. Where I am from is a place of honour and class, where we treat each other with grace and decorum. Yes, heaven forbid if you were to ever land in my home of Windsor you would no doubt be greeted with a tip of the hat and a firm handshake. I come to this country and I’m more likely to get a bullet in the head than a warm and pleasant greeting.
At this point the arena fades to black and after a few seconds ‘Black Skinhead’ kicks in as the titantron reads ‘Lazer’ in red font on a black background. The hulking masked figure of Lazer walks out followed by his manager Robert Callous who is carrying a microphone of his own. The duo stop at the top of the ramp as the lights in the arena come up.
Robert Callous: I’m ever so sorry to interrupt you Mr Clarke. That was truly riveting. However my client was chomping at the bit backstage, listening to what you were saying. He isn’t at all upset that you’ve insulted these fans, he doesn’t care much for them, or anyone in particular. He isn’t upset that you besmirch the very country that you hail from, I mean, I’ve been to England, and I have never heard anybody talk like you. You don’t represent the people of England, you represent those who oppress the people of England. People like you never work a day in your life and have everything, yet you still want more. You avoid paying tax on your mountains of cash while the real people of England struggle to feed their families. But as I was saying, neither I, nor Lazer care for the people of England, or your good self. No, Lazer doesn’t need any motivation to storm down that ramp and tear you limb by limb, that’s just what he does for fun.
On that note Lazer walks with a purpose down the ramp with Callous following with a wicked grin across his face.
Alecia Matthews: Lazer isn’t going to wait any longer to get his hands on Hamilton K. Clarke, will he live up to the hype?
Daniel Knight: Look at the size of this guy Alecia. I know Hamilton is a tough guy in his own right and his age shouldn’t cloud our judgment, but Lazer looks like he could bodyslam three Hamilton’s.
Lazer reaches the ring and jumps from a standing start to the apron. As he climbs through the ropes immediately Hamilton rushes towards him and lays a number of punches to the top of his head, however Lazer swats him away like a fly, almost sending him to the opposite end of the ring. Lazer charges at Hamilton as he stands, delivering a huge clothesline.
Alecia Matthews: Lazer showing his intentions early on here. He flattened Hamilton K. Clarke there!
Lazer continues his onslaught, dragging Clarke to the turnbuckle and unleashing a combination of left and rights before impaling Hamilton’s abdomen with his shoulder. Clarke sinks to the canvas as Lazer turns round and looks around him. Robert Callous is barking instructions at Lazer while all the time maintaining a confident and unsettling smile. All of a sudden Hamilton reaches out from the canvas and pulls Lazer’s legs from him, planting him face first on the mat.
Daniel Knight: It looks like you spoke to soon Alecia, Mr. Clarke may not have Lazer’s pace and power, but he definitely has the ring awareness and a savvy game plan to make this a real fight
Hamilton K. Clarke wastes no time pouncing on Lazer as he plants numerous strikes on the back of his head before placing himself on Lazer’s back and locking him in a camel clutch. Clarke applies the pressure to Lazer’s back, but Lazer begins to power out and lifts Clarke slightly. However Clarke lands a stiff headbutt on the back of Lazer’s giant head and converts the camel clutch into an abdominal stretch.
Alecia Matthews: Clarke knows every trick in the book. He’s been fighting for years and at the moment his shrewdness is proving too much for the athletic and powerful Lazer.
Daniel Knight: Why don’t you just say it Alecia? Hamilton is a much better wrestler than Lazer and this is now showing. It’s only a matter of time before he wears the big man down.
Clarke continues to hold Lazer in the abdominal stretch, grinning proudly at the crowd who are not liking what they’re seeing. Robert Callous continues to shout words of encouragement to his client from ringside. Lazer seems to get a burst of energy from somewhere and struggles with Clarke, attempting to break the hold. Finally Lazer with great intensity throws Clarke over his shoulders and send him crashing across the ring into the turnbuckle. Both men take their time getting to their feet, but it is Clarke who arises first and races across the ring as Lazer stands up to attempt a clotheslines. Lazer ducks and Hamilton springs back off the ropes, but only into Lazer’s clutches who hits a belly to belly on Clarke with great force. Lazer wastes no time in getting back onto Clarke as he lifts him from the ground all the way to his shoulders. Lazer crashes Clarke to the canvas with a huge powerslam. Lazer rises to his feet quickly letting out a great roar to the crowd and raises his huge arms in the air as Clarke struggles for breath on the floor.
Alecia Matthews: It looks like the tide may be turning now!
Clarke struggles to his feet, having to hold onto the ropes to stand. As Clarke rests on the ropes looking incredibly groggy, Lazer flies at him and hits a huge clothesline which sends both men over the top rope. Both men lay on the floor at ringside motionless. Clarke is holding his back, writhing in pain as Lazer seems to be catching his breath. As the referee begins the count, Lazer gets to his feet and lifts Clarke up to his also. Seeing this the referee heads over to the side of the ring that Robert Callous is standing outside of and remonstrates with him to tell his client to get back in the ring. Lazer places Clarke in a position for what would be a devastating powerbomb outside of the ring, however before he can begin the lift, Clarke hits a eye-watering low blow on him leaving Lazer clutching at his groin area and on his knees in pain.
Alecia Matthews: Referee! Open your goddamn eyes! How can you not see that?!
Daniel Knight: Haha! That’s enough to leave any man wanting to quit! I cannot see Lazer recovering from this.
As Lazer continues to roll about in agony Clarke lays a wicked right boot to his stomach leaving Lazer clutching at his midsection. Clarke grabs Lazer by the scruff of the neck and throws him underneath the bottom rope back into the ring as the referee looks with confusion as to how this has happened. Clarke steadies himself in the corner, awaiting Lazer to get to his feet. When Lazer finally does get up, Clarke hits a single knee facebreaker to the steel mask of the monster. Lazer collapses in the middle of the ring as Clarke rises, rubbing both knees from the impact of the metal to them. Hamilton taunts Lazer, telling him in no uncertain terms he is not worthy of facing such a class of opponent. Clarke with anger picks Lazer up to his feet and delivers an unlikely cobra clutch slam to his much bigger opponent, leaving the crowd gasping at what they have just witnessed.
Daniel Knight: Wow! This isn’t just some washed up old man wanting to go one more time Alecia, Hamilton K. Clarke is performing here like he is in his prime!
Alecia Matthews: There can be no argument. What a performance by both of these men on their WFWF debuts!
Lazer retreats to the corner, gasping for air as his manager Robert Callous looks on worriedly. Callous shouts out warnings to Lazer to watch out for the approaching Clarke, but Lazer isn’t quick enough to act and gets hit with a huge uppercut from Hamilton, followed by a flurry of left’s and right’s. Lazer is left laying in the corner with his head touching the second turnbuckle as Clarke walks away, then turns around and launches himself into the corner, hitting Lazer with a huge knee. Lazer rolls back to the middle of the ring as Clarke stares at Robert Callous and states that “It’s over”. Clarke rapidly approaches the struggling Lazer on the floor and goes for the cover…1…2…NO! Lazer kicks out but is still clearly struggling. Clarke remonstrates with the referee who pays no attention to the words of the English gentleman. Clarke, clearly disgusted, approaches Lazer furiously, who is just getting to his feet. Hamilton delivers a swift kick to Lazer’s torso, leaving Lazer crouching. Clarke then signifies the end as he puts his arms around Lazer in an attempt to lift him for his finishing move The Royal Seal. Clarke uses all of his power, but barely lifts Lazer’s feet off the floor who is tensing his body to avoid the deadly move. Lazer begins to throw his elbow into his opponents face, knocking him back a step back. Lazer uses this to grab hold of Hamilton and deliver a crushing DDT.
Alecia Matthews: Both men are on the floor, I’m not sure if either of them have anything left in the tank.
Daniel Knight: Hamilton K. Clarke has just received a huge DDT, but Lazer has taken so much punishment in the last few minutes that I’m not sure if he has the energy to offer a response.
Both men return to their feet. However Clarke, still groggy from the DDT is slower to get wind of the situation, as Lazer bounces off the ropes and lands a big knee strike. Lazer looks to have got a second wind as he begins to taunt towards the fans. As Clarke gets to his feet, Lazer sprints across the ring and delivers a big bulldog from behind, planting Clarke’s face into the mat. Lazer rolls on top of Clarke and goes for the cover…1…2...NO! Out of nowhere Clarke gets his shoulder up, as Lazer gets into the referees face, who rolls under the bottom rope in fear. Lazer hasn’t realised however that Clarke has risen and runs towards Lazer attempting another clothesline, however Lazer clutches the Englishman and rams his back into the mat with a massive spinebuster. Lazer walks calmly over to the opposite side of the ring leaning against the turnbuckle, telling Clarke to get up.
Alecia Matthews: This could be all! If Clarke gets hit with a Lazerbeam he is not getting up.
Lazer waits impatiently for Clarke to rise. As soon as Hamilton turns towards him Lazer rushes across the ring, impaling him with a huge spear.
Alecia Matthews: HUGE LAZERBEAM!
Lazer stumbles towards the fallen figure of Hamilton K Clarke and falls on the floor himself, hooking Hamilton’s leg in the process…1…2…3!
Christa Adina: HERE IS YOUR WINNER, LAZER!
Alecia Matthews: WOW! What a match! And what a debut for both of these men. Lazer gets the win using his brute force and incredible athletic ability, but huge respect to Hamilton K. Clarke who showed just how technically gifted he is, and how smart he can be in the ring.
Daniel Knight: Hamilton was so close to getting the win, there is no doubt the rest of the locker room will have been impressed by what they have seen from these two tonight.
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Post by CM Poor on Apr 1, 2018 19:55:49 GMT -5
Alecia Matthews: The WFWF has seen quite the influx of talent these past couple of months, and as the depth of the roster grows, everyone’s odds of ascending to the top of the ranks falls further and further into question. Lazer and Hamilton are certainly going to be two to watch as time goes on, and any superstar worth his or her salt out back had best be taking notice.
Elsewhere, the shadows engulf a man, obscuring his identity, but hardly his presence. Bathed in the dark is the figure of a man, one that conveys a clear degree of strength and ability, as even the darkness can do little to hide his burly frame. He hangs his head, appearing to brood in thought, with the clear and ever present tool of choice within the WFWF - a wooden baseball bat - slung over his shoulder.
? ? ? ? ? : Odds are, you don’t know me. Oh, sure, you’ll have heard my name. It’s become all but synonymous with the shoulda, coulda, wouldas of the WFWF - a permanent fixture in the “Where Are They Now” Hall of Fame. There was a time when the thrill of the experience alone was enough to keep a man - to keep me - driven forward. But those thrills can only get you so far. I never thought I’d lack for motivation - a reason to stand a fight - but I’ve seen now what complacency can do to a man. I’ve reaped the rewards of accepting the hands you’re dealt, and only now do I finally see what will drive me to finish the fight. Not money, not fame. Not championships, not accolades. That was then. This is now. Now...my only goal is redemption.
Daniel Knight: Nail on the head there, Alecia.
Alecia Matthews: Well, whatever the motivations of the next rising star to grace us with his or her presence may be, you’d be hard pressed to argue that this next bout is going to be anything but a hard fought scrap for standing supremacy.
Daniel Knight: I don’t think anyone was banking on Billy Broom walking out of Back to Basics with a victory in hand, but as sure as I’m sitting here beside you seething in silent rage at the likelihood of my vehicle insurance claim being vehemently denied, Billy Broom picked up the impressive W over Anna Ahriman.
Alecia Matthews: We’ve already seen two rookies in Lazer and Clarke just make a great first impression in their debut match. Now, it’s time for another rookie to step up to the plate. Will Jayson Sykes be as impressive against our resident janitor turned wrestler, Billy Broom?
Daniel Knight: Billy may outwardly look like the state of my only reliable mode of transportation at the moment, but he still has that new car smell, and he surprised a lot of folks when he submitted Ahriman out. He’s really starting to get some momentum.
Alecia Matthews: But is it enough to counter Jayson, who has the advantage of a former WFWF superstar guiding him in DevilKiller? That’s an added factor that could make Sykes more than your average rookie.
The thrashing metal guitar riffs of "Gimme Chocolate" by Babymetal deafen everyone in the arena. "The Cleaner" Billy Broom comes out on stage in dark blue overalls swinging a mop above his head like a madman. After ten seconds or so, he smashes the mop on the stage. Then he rips off the overalls and flings them aside revealing his wrestling attire, still thrashing his head and arms to the music. He "moshes" his way to the ring slapping the hands of fans along the way until he slides in under the bottom rope.
Christa Adina: Now entering the ring... from Pittsburgh, PA... standing 6' 3" and weighing 240 lbs... "The Cleaner" Billy Broooooooom!
The arena goes dark as "Believe In Myself" shakes the arena as "Believe In Myself" in black lettering appears on the Tunatron on a white background. The graphic spins in circles like a cheap Windows Movie Maker edit as the tempo picks up. Out comes Jayson Sykes from behind the curtain, cupping his hands and screaming "Come on!" As the spotlight comes on him. He surveys the crowd, a big smile plastered on his face in the bright light. He turns his back to the ring and camera as the instruments fade and points his right finger to the sky and his head to the ground. The pose is held until the instruments come back, he turns around as all the lights come back on in the arena and pumps his fist as the crowd pops for the energy that Jayson is radiating.
Christa Adina: Making his way to the ring, from Evansville, Indiana weighing at 260 pounds... Jayson Sykes!
Jayson makes his way down the entrance ramp giving high fives to the lucky fans sitting front row on either side, before climbing up the stairs and springboarding in the ring. As the song reaches its chorus, Jayson stands facing the hard cam and does his signature finger up in the air, but this time instead of looking down he looks up towards the imaginary heavens in which his finger is pointing. He looks back at the camera and screams "Believing In Myself" before backing up towards the turnbuckles and jumps up like it's a hammock, waiting for the match to get underway.
Alecia Matthews: And with the sound of the bell, we’re off!
Billy Broom and Jayson Sykes circle one another, Jayson extending his hands and quick motions trying to get Billy a bit off of his game, before they get into an intense lockup. Broom gets the upper hand by sliding underneath and grabbing a wrist lock. Broom holds it for a minute before Sykes one hand cartwheels out, reversing the wrist lock into one of his own.
Alecia Matthews: That’s some nice athleticism on the part of Jayson Sykes.
Daniel Knight: More than I expected from a bigger guy like himself.
Sykes wrenches the hold, before Broom slaps Sykes' right hand away and reverses the hold into another wrist lock. Sykes tries to do a standing switch but Broom wrenches on the hold, dropping Sykes to a knee.
Alecia Matthews: Broom thinking pretty technically in this match.
Daniel Knight: Who would've known, the f*cking janitor is actually showing signs of improvement in his wrestling repertoire.
Broom wrenches again, trying to show dominance in the early stages of the match. Sykes leans back into a perfect bridge, before spinning around 180 and rolls into a kip-up. Sykes reverses the wrist lock into yet another wrist lock, but this time he pulls Broom into a side headlock.
Alecia Matthews:Sykes is matching Broom’s newfound technical prowess in this match. Some of the credit has to go to Devilkiller for instructing the kid.
Daniel Knight: The more he works here, the more that will go away.
Alecia Matthews: Why, because you think it doesn't fit in?
Daniel Knight: No, Alecia, because Billy Broom isn’t your typical WFWF wrestler. Most are far more ruthless and aggressive.
Sykes smiles at the crowd, before getting two gut shots from Broom. Broom pulls Sykes backwards and sends him rebounding off the ropes. As Broom holds his head from the headlock, he looks up just in time to get hit with a shoulder block. Broom goes down in the middle of the ring. Sykes doesn't hesitate and hits the ropes perpendicular, Broom does a drop down trying to trip Sykes but he jumps over and hits the other ropes, but Broom gets up in enough time and hits a nasty clothesline that puts Sykes flat on his back.
Alecia Matthews: Well it looks like Billy Broom is fairly aggressive after seeing Sykes being hung up to dry with that clothesline.
Daniel Knight: There's other competitors more aggressive, Alecia. A clothesline, no matter how stiff, is still no match for chairs, tables, barbwire baseball bats…
Sykes sits up, holding his jaw and checking to make sure he isn't bleeding. Broom circles around to the back of Sykes and delivers a knee to the small of the back, making Sykes arch his back in pain. Broom grabs Sykes' arms and pulls them behind him, driving his knee into Sykes' back.
Daniel Knight: Billy Broom really trying to wear down Jayson Sykes.
Alecia Matthews: As well as immobilize him. It's hard to do much of anything if your back is out.
Sykes leans back into the knee and plants his feet on the mat. Broom is forced up trying to hold onto Sykes' arms, but Sykes flips out and gives a mule kick right under the chin to Billy Broom. Broom falls on his ass and rolls out under the bottom rope, holding his lips and making sure he isn't bleeding.
Alecia Mathews:Jayson showing tenacity by getting out of that submission hold.
Sykes is a little slower to get up after the pain in his back, but gets up nonetheless. He sees broom by the barricade and hits the ropes, running as fast as he can before leaping over the top rope and throwing his body at Broom with a Tope Con Hilo.
Alecia Matthews: Tope Con Hilo! Jayson moving well for a 260 pounder!
Daniel Knight: That was very impressive on the part of Jayson Sykes.
Jayson Sykes stands up and screams "Come On!" To which the crowd responds with a very loud cheer and applause. Sykes picks up Broom and rolls him into the ring, rolling in right behind him for a quick pin.
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Broom kicks out with authority at the 2 count. Sykes stands up and leaps into the air and throws all 260 pounds of weight down onto the head of Billy Broom with his knee.
Daniel Knight:That knee looked vicious, the kind of strike that can give someone a concussion.
Alecia Mathews:Well Jayson's in control. He wants to get the three count on Billy Broom. He has to inflict some good damage to get the pin.
Broom holds his throbbing head, seemingly pushing hard to keep the blood in there. Sykes pulls Broom up to a standing base and wraps his arm around Broom's head and vice versa, picking him straight up and pulls him down hard into the mat with a vertical suplex. Broom grabs at his back, arching with pain as Sykes goes for another pin attempt.
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Broom throws his shoulder up but with less authority than last attempt. Sykes notices this and decides to work the head a lot more. He pulls Broom to his feet and pushes him into a corner. Sykes backs off a bit before running and hitting a clothesline. Broom slumps after impact, seemingly losing consciousness. Sykes picks Broom up and sits him on the top turnbuckle, climbing up to the second rope as well.
Daniel Knight:Sykes keeping the advantage and going for broke with this.
Alecia Matthews:He needs to be careful. He has been very impressive but still has plenty to learn.
Sykes wraps his arm around Broom's head, and holds onto Broom's arm that's closest to the ring. Jayson swings back, but good ol Billy Broom gives a knee to the gut, and another one, both men almost losing balance.
Alecia Matthews: The f*cking janitor, reversing the neckbreaker.
Daniel Knight: Yeah, and almost losing balance with it as well.
Broom pushes Sykes' arm off of his neck and gives a big closed fist body shot, before wrapping his arm around Sykes' head and leaping off the rope, driving Sykes face first into the mat with a big bulldog.
Daniel Knight: The f*cking janitor with a devastating bulldog! He has so much power in that forty-nine year old body.
Alecia Matthews: We need to stop calling Billy “the f*cking janitor”. He has shown great progress against Anna Ahriman and now Jayson Sykes. It’s time to admit that the janitor is a wrestler… a damn good one.
The crowd applauds as both men are down and the ref starts the 10 count. The fans don't want to go home without seeing the conclusion of this match. They're behind both men as the they start stirring at the 4 count, and both men are on their feet by 6. Broom and Sykes face each other, Sykes delivering a haymaker of a punch to Broom. Broom staggers back, but comes back with a punch of his own. Sykes bends down holding his lip, rears back and lands another blow. Broom falls to one knee, breathing heavily, before jumping up into a Thesz Press, landing right after right after right.
Alecia Matthews: Billy Broom showing he is not going down without a fight!
Broom hammers away until the ref gets to a 4 count and stands up. Sykes rolls to his feet and gets knocked down by a clothesline. Sykes gets back up and gets taken down by a hip toss. Sykes gets up one more time, swinging for a clothesline. Broom ducks underneath, grabbing the arm and twisting Sykes around into a DDT. Billy Broom stands up full of excitement and energy as the crowd goes wild.
Alecia Matthews: Billy Broom keeping Jayson Sykes on the ground trying to score a victory!
Daniel Knight: He could do it, he could put away Jayson Sykes right here, right now!
Broom makes a sweeping motion with his hands, signaling for the end. He pulls Jayson up to his feet and pushes him into the ropes. As he rebounds, Broom pushes him up into the air for a Pop Up Powerbomb, but Jayson pushes through and lands behind him. Sykes looks behind him as Broom is turning around, and Sykes nails him with a rolling elbow, falling with Broom into a pin attempt.
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Alecia Matthews: The Cleaner barely kicking out before 3!
Daniel Knight: These two are having a great match! Too bad the revolution is dead because this is the kind of action Frank Lynn wanted.
Alecia Matthews: No matter who comes out on top, both men have bright futures here in the WFWF.
Broom keeps his arm raised to ensure no one thinks it was a fluke. Sykes rolls off of him and sits up in disbelief, shaking the cobwebs out of his head. Sykes climbs to his feet, grabbing hold of Broom's wrist and pulling him up as well. He stares down at hard cam as he pulls Broom's deadweight up onto his shoulders. Sykes goes for the Syke Out, but Broom slides off the back. Broom gets on all fours, still hurting from the rolling elbow as Sykes turns around. Sykes shakes his head as he reaches down to pull Broom back up, but The Cleaner explodes up into a well placed headbutt underneath Sykes' chin, dropping him like a sack of potatoes.
Alecia Matthews: Jayson Sykes could lose right here!
Billy crawls on top of Jayson's body, draping an arm over his chest.
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Jayson Sykes kicks out but just by a fraction of a fraction of a second. Broom now rolls off of Sykes as he is dumbfounded on what to do next.
Broom, with help from the ropes, gets to a vertical base. He looks at Sykes laying in the middle of the ring and decides to ascend the turnbuckles.
Alecia Matthews: Broom is going for it! He’s got something high risk in mind.
Daniel Knight:It seems like he has to do it to put away this matchup.
Broom stands perched on the top rope, checking his balance so the chances of slipping are minimized, but it's enough time to get Sykes to a standing position.
Alecia Matthews: Broom needs to pay a bit more attention to his opponent than his feet positioning.
By the time Broom looks up, Sykes hits a big overhand punch, dropping Broom down to a sitting position. Sykes pulls Broom's head into the crook of his arm, and picks him up suplex style. Instead of hitting a suplex however, Sykes throws the rest of Broom's body onto his shoulders.
Daniel Knight: I think Jayson is setting Broom up for a big finish.
Alecia Matthews: Do some more research, he's going for the Syke Out!
Jayson Sykes walks to the center of the ring, Billy Broom trying to kick and squirm but he doesn't have enough energy as Sykes throws Broom up into the air, and kicks him on the side of the head as they both fall down.
Daniel Knight: SYKE OUT! That was brutal! If Jayson goes for the cover then this match should be over.
Jayson hooks the leg and leans his back over his opponent.
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3!
DING DING DING
Christa Adina: Here's you're winner, Jayson Sykes!
Alecia Matthews: Jayson Sykes, in his debut match here at WFWF, has gotten a big and powerful win, making quite a statement.
Daniel Knight:He showed charisma, heart, and dedication. A great showing.
Alecia Matthews: Indeed Daniel, a great win for Jayson Sykes, but let’s not downplay the progress Billy Broom showed. He has taken huge steps from his debut match when he couldn’t string two moves together.
"Believe In Myself" starts up on the PA as Jayson climbs to his feet. The ref raises Jayson's hand up to a chorus of cheers. Jayson smiles and does his signature finger to the sky and face to the ground pose. He leans over Billy Broom and taps him on the chest, the camera barely catching Jayson mouthing the words 'Thank you.' Jayson climbs out of the ring, giving a kid in the front row a high five before walking back up the ramp.
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Post by CM Poor on Apr 1, 2018 19:56:15 GMT -5
Daniel Knight: Look, I won’t deny that Broom’s impressed as of late, but I’m just not ready to buy in on a….well, on a f*cking janitor holding his own here in the WFWF.
Alecia Matthews: Take ‘em when you can get ‘em, Knight. Feel good matches like that are far and few between here in the WFWF, and I don’t think anybody who played witness to what went down with one of the competitors in our next match down in New Orleans is carrying any hope that this next showing will do anything to warm the heart.
Daniel Knight: Always with the doom and gloom, Alecia - tt’s been a great night so far with the rookies stepping up and taking the spotlight. Lazer and Sykes put a mark in the win column, and now we have yet another debuting wrestler looking to collect a winner’s bonus!
Alecia Matthews: I don’t think it’s as simple as that for Tyler Draven. Sure he’d like to win as much as anybody else but he has a lot to explain and atone for after he all but murdered Trace Demon at Back to Basics.
Daniel Knight: So true, and a fair point. Whether he was trying to make a lasting first impression or trying to please the boss or both, the end result is that Draven is already well known as the man who finally rid us of the King of Demons. It depends on who you ask as to whether that is a plus or minus.
Alecia Matthews: One thing is certain, not only did he end Trace but he also helped end the revolution. As we found out when Frank Lynn finally broke his silence, the attack on Trace Demon was the trigger that pushed Frank Lynn over the edge.
Daniel Knight: Quite the backstory for Tyler but he has to get past it because his opponent tonight is a returning vet trying to live up to a lot of hype. Brandon Bison is back and all he cares about is winning!
Alecia Matthews: Enough talk, it’s time for action as only the WFWF can bring it to you.
Brandon Bison walks out of the curtain as the lyrics to "Running Free" by Iron Maiden begin. He walks to the ring, wrestling on his mind. He doesn’t stop for anything and stares at the ring until he slides in and leans on the turnbuckle.
Christa Adina: Ladies and gentlemen, entering the ring first… standing 6’ 2” and weighing 235 lbs… from Islamadora, Florida… Brandon Biiisssooonnnn!
The crowd responds with a raucous “Welcome Back!” chant. Brandon breaks into a smile and waves to the fans, then puts his game face back on and tests the ropes while waiting for his opponent.
“Major System Error” by the Marmozets plays over the P/A system. The crowd is split down the middle as some cheer loudly for the hero who took out Trace Demon and others boo just as loudly for the man who made a cowardly attack from behind with a weapon and left Trace Demon for dead.
Tyler Draven waits a few moments before making his appearance on stage, his face an unreadable poker face, his focus clearly on one thing: Brandon Bison. He makes his way quickly down the ramp and steps into the ring even as Christa moves to the far side to announce him in a slightly nervous voice before she can scamper out of the ring to the relative safety of the timekeepers table.
Christa Adina: Now entering the ring… standing 5’ 11” and weighing 180 lbs… from Los Angeles, California… Tyler Draven.
Alecia Matthews: Wow, you can feel the intensity from these two. They don’t know each other but I believe they really do want to tear each other apart.
Daniel Knight: We won’t have to wait long to find out. The ref has checked them for foreign objects and is signaling for the bell. Let’s get it on!
DING DING DING
As predicted by our savvy commentators, neither man wastes any time on a feeling out process trying to impress with technical mat wrestling and reversals. They charge each other like two bulls and start throwing heavy haymakers, going for a quick knockout. Bison and Draven exchange blows in the center of the ring, their heads rocking back and forth violently in response to each impact.
Bison grabs Draven’s head in both hands and pushes it down with a speed matched only by how quickly his knee is rising until knee meets face with a resounding crack. Tyler’s head shoots up and backwards and his body follows almost comically as he staggers into the ropes. Bison swiftly follows and repeatedly chops Draven’s chest leaving bright red hand prints behind.
Alecia Matthews: Brandon has fifty pounds on Tyler but it isn’t making a difference. Tyler is giving as good as he gets.
Daniel Knight: He had to know other wrestlers would be coming at him hard after his attack on Trace. Looks like he prepared well and is ready for it.
Bison whips Tyler across the ring and charges after him. Tyler bounces off the ropes and is met by a running clothesline that flips Tyler into the air doing a full 360 before he crashes to the mat. Bison grabs Tyler’s legs and monkey flips him into a corner, Tyler’s face bouncing off the top turnbuckle and leaves him staggering around like a drunk, unsure of where he is or what is happening to him.
Bison stalks Tyler once again, hitting a belly to belly suplex and quickly going for a cover.
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Tyler kicks out!
Unfazed, Bison goes right back to work picking Draven up and whipping him into the ropes. Tyler bounces off and comes back at a waiting Bison who flips through the air for a leg lariat. Bison again immediately goes for a cover.
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2…
Tyler kicks out!
Daniel Knight: Brandon is on fire in his big return match. He’s giving the rookie no quarter. I hate to say it, but Tyler may be all flash.
Alecia Matthews: Brandon certainly wants to end this quickly and decisively but Tyler has one trait in common with his former mentor: there is no quit in him. If you’re going to take anything from the King of Demons, that’s a good one.
Bison shows a little frustration this time, taking a moment to reassess his opponent. Draven gets to his feet and gives Bison a look of “Is that all you got?” It’s not as Bison charges, slamming his shoulder into Tyler’s midsection and driving him into the corner. Brandon follows up with several more shoulder thrusts into Tyler, then backs away just far enough that he can jam his foot under Tyler’s chin.
Tyler moves his head back and forth trying to release the pressure from Bison’s foot but Bison grabs the ropes for added leverage and grinds away at Tyler’s neck and chin. Tyler tries to kick Brandon’s other leg out from under him but Bison he can’t reach.
Bison grinds his teeth and snarls as he continues to apply the pressure but the ref steps in and warns Bison, calling for a clean break. Brandon removes his boot from Tyler’s neck and holds his hands up for the ref to see he is giving him a clean break as requested.
Alecia Matthews: Brandon showing that he is still up a stand up kinda’ guy. A clean break is something of a rarity in the WFWF.
Daniel Knight: With good reason… he’s about to pay for his good intentions.
Tyler hops onto the second rope and leaps off hitting a forearm smash to Brandon’s head and knocking the ref to the mat. Tyler grabs the top rope for balance and hits a series of kicks to Brandon’s midsection that drive the breath out of his lungs with an audible whoosh.
Tyler keeps the pressure on Brandon as he finds his second wind, chopping, hitting, and kicking Brandon until his head is wobbling on his shoulders. Then Tyler whips Brandon across the ring. Brandon bounces off the ropes back towards Tyler who leaps at him and hits a flying cross body splash. Both men are left down on the mat clutching at sore body parts while trying to catch their breath.
Daniel Knight: Now we’re seeing some signs of life from Tyler. Looks like he got over any nerves he had and is turning the tables on Bison.
Alecia Matthews:Indeed Daniel. We have a match on our hands now!
Tyler is the first to get to his feet and he stomps on Bison’s head several times to keep him down. Then he turns to the corner and signals to the crowd, an attempt to get a reaction that perhaps he didn’t think through as he is greeted by more boos than cheers.
Alecia Matthews: Tyler needs to stop playing to the crowd. Keep your head in the match kid.
Tyler brushes it off, climbing the ropes and leaping off the top turnbuckle to hit a flying headbutt to Bison. Both men bounce off the mat and come back down with Tyler’s arm draped across Brandon’s chest. It’s a cover so the ref drops down for the count.
1…
2…
Bison kicks out!
Both men slowly get to their feet and eye each other up with a newfound show of respect.
Daniel Knight: Amazing resilience shown by both men. There will be no easy victory tonight.
They resume trading blows in the center of the ring. Legs spread wide for extra balance, they swing at each other wildly, sometimes connecting and sometimes missing. Bison throws a huge punch that flies harmlessly over Draven’s head and Bison almost falls down. As he regains his balance, Tyler almost disrespectfully slaps him once. Bison glares at Draven and throw another wild punch that misses. Draven slaps him again.
Bison looks at Tyler bewildered. Tyler slaps him again and again and again, then spins around and delivers spinning forearm smash to Bison’s chest that dazes him. He grabs Bison’s arm and whips him into the ropes. Tyler seemingly retreats to the far ropes and waits as Brandon comes charging back towards him. At the last instant, Tyler grabs the top rope and Bison goes flying over it crashing to the floor.
Alecia Matthews: Now that was a Trace Demon-esque move. Use the ropes and let Brandon’s own momentum do the damage.
Daniel Knight: And now we have someone outside of the ring. We’re going to find out right here just how much Tyler Draven learned from Trace Demon and how much he wants to be like him.
Brandon staggers around trying to regain his senses, leaning against the ring apron first, then the security barrier for support. Tyler runs the ropes and leaps over the top hitting a somersault dive. Bison crashes to the floor while Tyler lands on his feet and takes a moment to spread his arms wide for the crowd. The response is less than enthusiastic but he is winning a few fans over with his efforts in the match.
Daniel Knight: High flying, high risk taking by Tyler!
Alecia Matthews: But he needs to stop playing to the crowd. He has a match to win. Pose for pictures after the bell.
Bison get back to his feet and lunges at Tyler, driving him into the security barrier. He spins Tyler around and drives him into the ring apron. Brandon looks up to see the referee about to start a count so Brandon lifts up Tyler and rolls him into the ring.
Brandon slides under the bottom into the ring but Tyler has made it to his feet and quickly moves in to stomp Bison’s head and shoulders. Once the damage is done, he drags Brandon the rest of the way into the ring and wraps his arms around Bison’s neck going for the rear guillotine choke.
Daniel Knight: That’s Trace Demon’s favorite submission finisher!
Alecia Matthews: Safe bet that he learned it from sparring with Trace. But can he execute it as well as Trace did. Brandon is showing his heart and refuses to tap.
Tyler tries to grapevine his legs around Bison but Bison fights them off with his hands, grabbing one ankle and twisting it in ways the ankle is not supposed to bend. Tyler lets a shout of pain and releases his grip on Bison. He hops one leg momentarily before dropping an elbow to Bison’s chest. He rolls on top of Bison into a full mount and rains down heavy fists to Brandon’s face.
The ref steps in and warns Tyler about using closed fists so Tyler gets off of Brandon and lets him stand up. Tyler runs the ropes and attempts a springboard cutter, but Brandon stands his ground, grabbing hold of Tyler and throwing him over his shoulder with a thunderous reverse suplex.
Alecia Matthews: Awesome counter by Brandon, who has to be running on fumes by now.
Daniel Knight: The fans appreciated it. Listen to them chant “You still got it!” for Brandon Bison.
Exhausted and battered but not beaten, Brandon circles around Tyler so he can grab his legs and put him in the Boston Crab. Bison leans way back for max pressure. Tyler yells and almost slaps his arms to the mat in pain, but has enough sense to stop himself before the ref thinks he is tapping out. Brandon rocks back and forth increasing the pressure while Tyler grimaces in obvious pain. Then Brandon stands up and leans even further back. Tyler grabs the smallest of openings to twist his upper body until he can grab Bison’s leg. With one final desperate burst of energy Tyler uses his legs to propel Bison to the mat and break the hold. Tyler keeps hold of the leg transitioning into a calf killer.
Brandon is the one screaming in pain now as he frantically reaches for the ropes, managing to get a single finger on the bottom rope forcing the ref to break the hold.
Daniel Knight: We had a nice battle of submissions going on for a while.
Alecia Matthews: Submission holds are a good way to finish a match but also provide time for at least one of the two to recover a little, catch their breath, find their second wind, whatever cliche you want to use to describe them preparing for another offensive attack.
Both men rise and give each other some space, then simultaneously they bounce off the ropes and charge each other. Tyler goes high in the air for a cross body while Brandon responds with a big boot. Brandon’s foot slams into Tyler’s stomach sending him flying backwards while the crowd “oohs” and “ahs” at the impact.
Alecia Matthews: What an impact!
Brandon moves in and lifts Tyler up for the Bison Bomb, but when Tyler is at the apex he starts to punch Bison with renewed vigor. Bison can’t finish the move and instead staggers back until he is leaning against the corner turnbuckles. Tyler keeps on punching while the crowd counts along.
After ten strikes, Tyler adjusts his balance and springs off the ropes for a tornado DDT. He quickly covers Bison.
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2…
Bison kicks out!
Daniel Knight: Tyler reversed the Bison Bomb and almost got a pin out of it!
Bison drags himself to his feet but the quicker Draven is already running the ropes coming at him with a full head of steam. Bison reacts on instinct and hits a brutal spine buster that rocks the ring. He goes for a cover.
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2…
Tyler kicks out!
Alecia Matthews: These two are bringing out the heavy artillery now.
Daniel Knight: They’re both exhausted. They know we’re just one big impact move away from the end.
Bison moves in again and sets up for a Bison Bomb. Tyler yells out angrily and then lifts Bison up and over for a back body drop, collapsing from the effort and falling onto Bison… his head dropping right onto Bison’s crotch.
Bison rolls around in pain. Tyler shows no mercy, grabbing Bison by the head and lifting him to his feet. Again yelling from the effort, Tyler strains every muscle he has, lifts Bison up and drops him with a package piledriver onto his knees.
DEAD DEMON DRIVER!
Tyler takes a moment to catch his breath, then sees his prone opponent and goes for the cover.
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3!
DING DING DING
Christa Adina: Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of the match… Tyler Draven!
Alecia Matthews: What a battle! Tyler Draven is victorious in his debut but damn did he have to work hard to put Bison down.
Daniel Knight: Can you say rematch?
Brandon Bison, with the help of the referee, rolls out of the ring. he looks back into the ring at Tyler Draven standing on the ropes celebrating for the crowd, still to a mixed reaction but definitely more cheers than boos.
Bison gives Tyler a half hearted salute before making his way up the ramp. Tyler takes his time in the ring, climbing up all four corners and raising his arms before finally making his way up the ramp disappearing back into the locker room.
Alecia Matthews: I’d say so - nobody out back, I think, would be willing to walk away from something that close without a second coming being all but inevitable.
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Post by CM Poor on Apr 1, 2018 19:56:46 GMT -5
Daniel Knight: Well, so far the night has belonged to the rookies but that is about to change. Up next is our co-main event, a match I have been looking forward to ever since it was announced. Mak Cross returns to the WFWF after a very long absence to take on the new International Champion Frank Lynn.
Alecia Matthews: A new champion crowned under all too familiar questionable circumstances that seem to always surround the various WFWF titles. Whether it was the impromptu Golden Opportunity match with Ante Whitner or the even more impromptu cash in of the Golden Opportunity to steal the International Championship from a severely hurt David Brennan, there is no doubt Frank did not act like the revolutionary leader he told us he was.
Daniel Knight: It was a shocking end to Back to Basics, a night that we can all agree was one of the bloodiest in WFWF history but still… is that any excuse for Frank Lynn to do a complete one eighty and not only give up on the revolution but act in direct opposition to everything it stood for?
Alecia Matthews: It’s like he suffered a psychotic break after seeing Trace Demon get taken out by Tyler Draven. I don’t know if I buy his excuses or his new philosophy. Regardless, tonight he has a real fight on his hands in the form of returning vet and former championship contender Mak Cross.
Daniel Knight: No doubt Alecia. Mak Cross is serious, high level competition who won’t be taken by surprise nor is he barely conscious and suffering major injuries. Mak Cross is at one hundred per cent both mentally and physically, completely ready for this match. Mak is returning to the WFWF to deliver on the potential he showed in his previous run.
Alecia Matthews: The title may not be on the line, but respect and redemption is for both men. Frank has to step up and show he is deserving of his new belt while Mak has to step up and show he deserves his spot back… and more as he wants the titles that eluded him last time around.
Christa Adina: Ladies and gentlemen, the following is a non-title match to one fall.
The piano intro of PSA plays over the audio system of the arena as the crowd lowers into a hush. After the fourth loop, Jay-Z chimes in with that iconic opening "Allow me to reintroduce myself, my name is" as Mak Cross walks out right after the beat drop only for Jay-Z's voice to cut out, letting the instrumental play on its own. Mak walks down to ringside with a confident saunter, taking his time to get to the ring to soak the atmosphere in. Once ringside, he climbs onto the apron and climbs up the middle turnbuckle to milk it a little longer before climbing down and entering the ring. He sidesteps around the ring for a couple laps, talking to himself to get him focused just before the match begins.
Christa Adina: Introducing first, standing 5’ 11” and weighing 210 lbs… from Chicago, Illinois… please welcome back to the WFWF… Mak Crooossssss!
Just as they did for Brandon Bison earlier, the crowd responds to Mak Cross with a roar and a chant of “Welcome back!” Somebody backstage waits a bit so Mak can enjoy the moment before…
…the arena goes black. The first psychedelic guitar screams of "Anthem of the Space" blast out over the arena speakers as multi-colored spotlights zoom around the arena, converging on the entrance stage to bathe Frank Lynn in a bright white light. He stands with his arms spread and looks to the sky, soaking in the moment. His manager Daphne is noticeable by her absence tonight leaving Frank alone as he takes his usual slow purposeful walk to the ring, the spotlight following his steps as it cycles through the colors of the spectrum.
Daniel Knight: No manager for Frank tonight as Daphne Velasquez is currently in Mass General Hospital undergoing neck fusion surgery.
Alecia Matthews: I think that’s good for Frank. That woman is a bad influence on him. Daphne was the one behind the Golden Opportunity cash-in.
Daniel Knight: Making excuses for your former hero Alecia?
Alecia Knight: Save your analysis for the wrestlers Daniel, not me.
Frank gets to the ring, walking completely around it. Frank stops outside the ring to stare down Mak Cross while removing his coat and placing it carefully on the timekeeper’s table. Frank steps into the ring and stands in the center with his arms spread. The single white spotlight suddenly splits into many different colored spotlights which zoom out from them and dance around the crowd as the house lights come up. Frank steppes to a corner and does a few quick stretches while keeping a wary eye on Mak Cross.
Christa Adina: Ladies and Gentlemen, now entering the ring from Boston, Massachusetts standing at 6’ 2” and weighing 232 lbs... he is the current, reigning International Champion… the “Lethal Weapon” Frank Lyyynnnnnn!
The crowd cheers for the new champion, somewhat less enthusiastically than they cheered when he was the title-less leader of the revolution. A few jeers can be heard, mostly from let down fans who call Frank “Traitor” and “Judas”.
Frank does his best to ignore the fans, although there is some visible frustration on his face in response to the shouts of “Judas”. He turns his attention to Mak Cross, who has stepped to the center of the ring and extended his hand.
Alecia Matthews: Well this should be interesting. Mak is asking for a handshake from Frank Lynn. Is he testing Frank to see whether he is getting the wrestler who values respect, honor, and good sportsmanship or the power mad opportunist who takes what he wants?
Daniel Knight: So many questions about the one man who used to be a rock, someone you could rest assured you knew exactly what you would be getting.
Frank Lynn looks at Mak Cross and shakes his head like he is confused, an amnesiac who has forgotten what a handshake is. Then he slowly extends his own hand and Cross grasps it tight. The two men shake hands but when Frank goes to release and step back, Mak pulls Frank in close so that their eyes are inches apart. Cross holds Frank there for at least ten seconds, neither man blinking or wavering in their resolve. Then, a smile crosses Mak’s face and he winks at Frank, releasing his grip. The two men continue to stare at each other.
Alecia Matthews: Well, that was the most intense handshake I’ve ever seen, almost like a test of both strength and will.
Daniel Knight: Mak tried to get in Frank’s head but that didn’t happen. Doesn’t matter if he’s a good guy or a bad guy, Frank is always an intense guy who doesn’t take well to mind games.
Alecia Matthews: At least Frank shook hands. Maybe that’s a sign that we, and more importantly Mak Cross, will be getting the honorable Frank Lynn who fights on the up and up, not the backstabbing a-hole.
DING DING DING
The action starts slowly, two men who are only familiar with each other through video taking their time to feel out their opponent before committing to a move or hold. Mak swings a roundhouse kick that Frank easily avoids, the kick meant more to test Frank’s reflexes than do any damage anyway. Frank and Mak move in a circle until Frank makes a charge, attempting a double leg takedown. Mak resists, holding his ground and smashing Frank’s back with a double axe handle blow.
Frank backs away, none the worse for wear. He feints another takedown attempt but it was a ruse so that he get a hold of Mak’s wrist, quickly twisting Mak’s arm until Frank has Cross in a hammer lock. Cross ducks under Frank and reverses the hold, but Frank quickly repeats the exact same counter adding a kick to the back of Mak’s knee that drives him down. Frank hits several crossface forearm blows with his free arm before switching to a headlock.
Mak reaches between his legs to grab Frank’s ankle and yanks it hard, dropping Frank to the mat. Mak rolls over onto Frank for a quick pin attempt.
1…
Frank easily kicks out, rolling Cross over into a pinning predicament.
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Mak kicks out easily and wraps Frank in a small package.
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Frank gets his shoulders up and quickly reverses their positions so that he has Cross in a roll up.
1…
Mak Cross kicks out again and this time jumps to his feet and backs a few steps way from Frank. The crowd cheers mildly for Frank and Mak.
Daniel Knight: What a display of technical mat wrestling.
Alecia Matthews: Pretty much the status quo for tonight but yeah, we are seeing some high level wrestling without any of the bullsh*t Frank used to be against… and maybe is against once again now that he has his ill-gotten title.
Daniel Knight: You have to let it go Alecia. Frank is still a better man than Trace Demon ever was.
Alecia Mathews: When did you become such a Frank Lynn supporter?
Daniel Knight: Supporter? Not really. But neither am I his biggest hater anymore. That would be you.
Frank runs at Mak who flips him with a snap mare. Frank jumps up and comes at Mak again, Mak repeating the snap mare maneuver. Frank jumps to his feet again and goes straight for Mak again. Mak sets up for another snap mare but Frank is ready, lifting a knee into Mak’s abdomen.
While Cross is doubled over, Frank steps around him and puts Cross in an abdominal stretch. Lynn latches onto Mak’s stretched out abs with his free hand and squeezes them in a claw hold. Mak makes a squealing sound under the pressure. Lynn releases his claw hold and drives his elbow into Mak’s abdomen multiple times.
Mak’s expression changes from pain to determination as he grits his teeth, reaches back with his arm to grab Frank’s head and flip him over. Cross grabs each of Frank’s arms and pulls them back while driving his knee into the small of Frank’s back, stretching his back in the painful hold.
Alecia Matthews: Mak Cross hasn’t lost a step. He is matching Frank move for move. I’m sure he won’t give in to as simple a hold as an abdominal stretch.
Daniel Knight: It’s good to see him back. He was so close when he was here before. Maybe this time he can reach the top tier of talent and win a title or two.
Mak Cross pulls Frank to his feet and in one swift motion, spins him around with the grace of a ballet dancer so that he can drop Frank back down to the mat with a straight jacket neckbreaker. Mak gets back to his feet and runs the ropes while Frank slowly sits up. Mak delivers a sliding clothesline that drives Frank back down to the mat. Mak continues sliding right under the ropes to the apron, then jumps back to his feet and leaps over the top rope to land a spinning elbow drop. He grabs a leg and goes for the cover.
1…
Frank Lynn kicks out!
Daniel Knight: That was an excellent string of moves Mak put together but he has to do a lot more damage before he can pin the International Champion.
Alecia Matthews: Frank is one of the most resilient, never say die wrestlers on the roster right now. You practically have to hit him with a bus to put him down.
In fact, Lynn kicked out with enough force to send the smaller Cross into the air. Cross comes back down to the mat several feet away from Lynn. Frank rolls over onto his stomach and lifts himself up with his arms, his eyes focused on Mak the entire time. Cross charges at Frank trying to kick him in the ribs but Frank rolls under the kick, then spins his leg out tripping Mak.
Frank gets up and springboards off the ropes to hit a moonsault squarely onto Mak’s back. Frank stands up, lifting Mak up in his arms as he does so in a show of strength, then drops him across his knee, the impact once again dealing damage to Mak’s back. Frank takes a few seconds to push down on Mak’s head and legs, stretching Mak’s back out across his knee before he lets Cross slide off his leg to the mat. Cross rolls to a stop face down and Frank drives his knee into Mak’s back over and over, each strike eliciting a pained grunt from Cross.
Lynn pulls Cross to his feet but not for long as he sends him flying with an overhead german suplex. Lynn maintains his grip, lifting Cross up for another overhead german. One more time Frank dead lifts Mak up and hits another german suplex, this time releasing his hold so that Cross flies through the air and crashes into the turnbuckles.
Alecia Matthews: Good gawd, Frank Lynn is tearing into Mak’s back. If he keeps this up, Cross may not be able to stand when the match is over.
Daniel Knight: We’re seeing the MMA specialist at work in the ring. Mak cross better turn it up or his return could be very very short.
Mak pulls himself up and leans against the corner ropes while Frank stands in the center of the ring gesturing for Cross to come get some more. Cross obliges, coming towards Frank. Frank grabs Cross’s arm and tries to whip him across the ring but Mak reverses and it is Frank who goes crashing into the far corner turnbuckles, his impact rattling the ring ropes.
Cross charges in driving his shoulder into Frank’s midsection. Cross jumps onto the ropes and rains down blows to Frank’s head. The crowd does the usual count along but Mak doesn’t stop at ten. The crowd gives up counting and just cheers for Mak Cross.
YOU STILL GOT IT! YOU STILL GOT IT! YOU STILL GOT IT!
Mak yells back at the crowd: I NEVER LOST IT!
Daniel Knight: That’s what I’m talking about. Cross is taking charge now.
Cross jumps up and wraps his legs around Lynn’s head setting up for a hurricanrana. Frank grabs the ropes and blocks the move, then grabs Cross and holds him in place so he can get hit a massive running sit out power bomb! Lynn goes for a pin.
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Cross kicks out… barely!
Alecia Matthews: Frank Lynn has an answer for everything Mak Cross tries. That was so damn close to a pin.
Daniel Knight: How long before Mak’s back gives out completely? Frank has been punishing Mak’s back almost nonstop.
Frank picks up the still stunned Mak, carries him to the corner and sits him on the top turnbuckle. Frank climbs up the ropes towering over Cross. He shouts to the Mak and the crowd: LET ME SHOW YOU HOW TO DO A HURRICANRANA!
Frank springs up and flips Cross off the turnbuckles with beautiful top rope hurricanrana. Frank stands up to a massive roar from the fans.
Frank leaps back onto the top turnbuckle and turns to face the ring. The crowd again roars as they know what is coming next. Frank bends his knees, then leaps high into the air and spins ninety degrees in mid air to hit a five star frog splash…
Daniel Knight: Uh oh. this could be the end for Mak. Frank is going for one of his many finishers.
Alecia Matthews: Don’t count Mak out just yet. He is the wily veteran in this fight.
…right onto Mak’s knees! Frank rolls on the mat clutching his abdomen in major pain. Mak makes his way to his feet, then lifts Frank to his feet. He gets Frank up in a modified fireman’s carry, then drops Frank head first to the mat with the CROSS OUT (White Noise)!
Mak leans back on top of Frank for a cover.
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Frank Lynn kicks out!
Mak gets right back on Frank, lifting him up and, with a bit of a struggle, placing Frank onto the top turnbuckle. Mak climbs up and wraps his arm around Frank’s neck. Both men are standing precariously on the top ropes. Mak tries to suplex Frank but is blocked. Mak hits Frank in the stomach several times with his free hand, then tries again. Frank can’t block it and Mak lifts him up for a superplex into a falcon arrow! Again the crowd roars!
Mak goes for a cover.
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2…
NO! Frank Lynn got a foot on the ropes! The crowd lets out a very audible “OH!”, then starts chanting.
THIS IS AWESOME! THIS IS AWESOME! THIS IS AWESOME!
Mak Cross doesn’t think so as he is visibly frustrated that Frank Lynn simply won’t stay down.
Alecia Matthews: I agree with the fans. This is awesome. Lynn and Cross are laying it all on the line in a do or die match.
Daniel knight: You may be right Alecia. One of these two may die before they give up. What a match!
Mak sees that Frank isn’t moving so he climbs up the ropes and takes a seat on the top turnbuckle, taking deep breaths as tries to recover from the physical exertion. He stands up on the top rope about to go for a splash when Frank Lynn jumps to his feet, runs to the corner and right up the ropes to deliver a clothesline that sends both men flying off the top rope, bouncing off the apron and the ring steps before finally coming to a stop on the floor.
HOLY SH*T! HOLY SH*T! HOLY SH*T!
Neither man moves for the longest time. The ref is so concerned with their health that he doesn’t even start a twenty count. He signals for medics to come check on both wrestlers.
Daniel Knight: That’s it. One or both of them is dead. Frank Lynn just sacrificed himself to take out Mak Cross.
Alecia Matthews: This could end in a draw. I don’t see how either of them gets up from that train wreck of a crash off the top.
The medics make their way to ringside but by the time they get to Frank and Mak, both men are back to their feet, sort of as they use the ring, the steps, or the security barriers for support, and they push the medics away. They stare at each other through tired eyes, each one wondering if the other has anything left.
Daniel Knight: Oh. My. God. They are getting up and continuing the fight.
Alecia Matthews: How the hell are they still standing?
Frank makes the first move, running at Mak and using the ring steps to get added elevation as he hits a knee strike to Mak’s face that drives both men over the barricade and into the crowd. The ref does his best to yell at both men to get back in the ring, start a twenty count, and get the medics clear all at the same time. Nobody hears any of his instructions though as the crowd is literally losing their minds now.
Frank beats on Mak’s back with forearm strikes. Mak headbutts Frank to stop the flurry of blows, then backs away so he can get a running start and hit a cactus clothesline sending both men over the barricade and back to the ringside floor area.
Alecia Matthews: Whew, they’re out of the crowd. That’s a major lawsuit avoided.
Mak grabs Frank and tries to drive him into the ring apron but Frank reverses it and slams Cross into the ring post. Keeping hold, Frank suplexes Cross over his head onto the floor, then almost collapses himself but catching himself on the ring steps.
At this point, the best way to describe the crowd is that have gone apesh*t crazy. They can’t even get it together enough to chant anything, just one long continuous roar.
Despite literally no one hearing him or paying him any attention, the ref has managed to count to 15… the ref waves his arms wildly to get some attention… 16… Frank finally notices… 17… Frank slides into the ring, getting his upper body under the ropes to break the count… 18… Cross gets his upper body onto the apron too.
Daniel Knight: Unbelievable! They both made it back into the ring and the match continues! Holy crap!
Alecia Matthews: I have to admit it, this is the Frank Lynn all the revolutionaryes believed in, the one who wanted to participate in hard fought fair and square competition where the better man wins. Question is, who is the better man: Frank Lynn or Mak Cross.
Neither man is actually in the ring but the ref stops his count. Frank reaches over to Mak, grabs his head and slams it into the apron. Mak returns the favor, slamming Frank’s head into the apron. Then they both slam each others head into the apron at the same time.
Frank Lynn chops at Mak’s chest, then follows it up with a vicious super kick that knocks Mak down… and possibly out. Frank crawls into the ring and sits in a corner content to let the ref start another count.
Daniel Knight: Frank is just sitting there, waiting for Mak to get counted out. Do you think that’s a cheap tactic Alecia?
Alecia Matthews: Hell no. These two have beat the ever-loving crap out of each other. At this point, either one should take a win any way they can get it… within the rules of course.
1… 2… ( you all know how to count so let’s skip ahead) 18… 19… Mak Cross just barely gets back into the ring! The crowd lets out a collective sigh of relief.
Alecia Matthews: Way to go Mak! Never say die! Make Frank beat you in the middle of the ring!
Frank gets to his feet and comes over to Mak, lifting him a up and getting him to the center of the ring. He jams Cross’s head between his legs and holds his arms out, setting him up for the Canadian Destroyer.
Daniel Knight: If Frank hits the Canadian Destroyer, this is over.
Mak counters, grabbing one of Frank’s legs and lifting it into the air, then dropping him with a dragon screw leg whip. He quickly grabs the stunned Frank Lynn and hits him with the CROSS-OVER (Time Bomb)!
The exhausted and beat up Mak falls onto Frank for a sloppy cover.
1…
2…
Frank Lynn kicks out! Unbelievably, Mak lifts Frank up and hits a second CROSS-OVER, this time making a textbook cover by grabbing both of Frank’s legs for added pressure.
1…
2…
3!
DING DING DING
Christa Adina: Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of the match… Mak Crooossssss!
Alecia Matthews: Yes! Mak Cross is victorious in his return match. It took TWO Cross-Overs but he pinned the International Champion’s shoulders to the mat for the 1-2-3.
Daniel Knight: Good for Mak, welcome back! This win should put Mak Cross at the front of the line to challenge for the International Championship but Frank Lynn showed that it will no easy feat to take that title from him.
In the ring, an exhausted Mak Cross gets his arm raised by the referee. Then he turns to Frank Lynn, still sitting on the mat and looking at his International Championship belt visibly shaken that he just lost. Mak offers Frank his hand, which Frank hesitates before taking so Mak can help him to his feet. Mak then points at the belt now slung over Frank’s shoulder. Frank Lynn composes himself, then smiles at Mak and says “Come get it. I won’t go so easy on you next time.”
Mak reaches out taking the belt and forcibly putting it in Frank’s hand, then raises Frank’s arm and looks to the fans. “This is your International Champion… for now!”
Mak leaves the ring and makes his way backstage, Frank left alone in the ring in front of a crowd that still isn’t sure they want to cheer their International Champion.
Before Frank Lynn can leave the ring, a female voice speaks out over the P/A system.
Lila Sleater: Don’t be in such a rush to leave Frank. We have business to attend to.
Lila Sleater appears on stage and power walks towards the ring, mic held up to her mouth as she continues to speak.
Lila Sleater: Congratulations on such a good start to your reign as International Champion.
Lila’s compliment is dripping with sarcasm as she continues on towards the ring with a look on her face of a woman scorned who is ready to rip somebody a new one.
A staffer at ringside has been kind enough to give Frank a microphone and a towel so he can answer back in-between deep breaths and wiping sweat off his face.
Frank Lynn: Well hello Lila. To what do I owe the pleasure of your company?
Lila Sleater: As I said, we have business to attend to.
Lila ascends the ring steps and steps into the ring, marches right up to Frank and stares a hole in his head.
Lila sweater: I hope you enjoyed your night as GM for a day. Because that day is over. I’m back in charge, the general manager with the full backing of the board of directors. You won’t be kicking me out of the building ever again.
Frank Lynn: You know damn well you deserved to be kicked out. Hell, I should have locked you out of the building before the show started. Then maybe the psycho in training wouldn’t have tried to murder his psycho mentor under your orders!
Lila Sleater: Oh right, I’m the the evil queen b*tch who killed your revolution by ruining your show.
Frank Lynn: Yep. The root of all evil in the WFWF. THE reason the revolution could never succeed.
Frank Lynn has a strange air of confidence about him as he addresses Lila very calmly and almost matter of factly.
Lila Sleater: It was never your show Frank. You let a little success go to your head. You should have stuck to wrestling and left the rest to me. Look at how it all turned out while you were in charge. You’re just as bad as the wrestlers you rambled on and on about. You don’t know how to run this company. I do.
Frank Lynn: I’ll admit I didn’t do a great job of running the show but I blame you for my failure as much as I do myself. I’ve said my peace about that already. Water under the bridge. So is this the business you wanted to talk about? Come out here and gloat over the death of the revolution and the corruption of it’s leader?
Lila Sleater: No, it’s not. I’m not as offended by your actions as you think I am. You did something great at Back to Basics. You had people talking the next day, guessing what will Frank Lynn do next. You made yourself a bankable name in the business. You’re big box office now. Welcome to the elite.
Frank glances at the International Championship belt and holds it up in Lila’s face.
Frank Lynn: This is what’s big box office. As long as I have it, I’m a player. So thanks… I guess.
Lila Sleater: It wasn’t a compliment. Trace Demon was once big box office too. Look at him now. See, one of those things you did that people were talking about is not sitting well with me. You laid your hands on me. You slammed me into a concrete wall! Twice!
Frank Lynn: You deserved it. I have no regrets.
Lila Sleater: You will. I’m the boss now and I’m here to see that you pay the price for putting your hands on me.
Frank Lynn: Am I now? What would that price be?
Lila Sleater: I could fire you but I just finished saying how you are big box office now. I fire you and I have to give that title back to Brennan so it can sit in his closet for another six months. That’s the only thing preventing me from firing you right now. Still, you simply cannot put your hands on me and get away without punitive action. I am fining you $100,000 and suspending you for 90 days!
The crowd, the commentators, just about every person in the building gasps at Lila’s announcement. Everyone except for Frank Lynn, who still has an aura of confidence and calm around him.
Frank Lynn: No, you won’t be fining, suspending, or firing me.
Lila Sleater: I won’t? Are you hard of hearing? I just did. Enjoy your three month vacation. I hear Cancun is nice this time of year. Don’t worry about paying the fine, we’ll take it out of your paycheck.
Frank Lynn: You must have the hearing problem so I’ll say it again. You will not fine, suspend, or fire me.
Lila Sleater: I’m telling you I just did. The paperwork has already been filed. Now get the hell out of MY building and don’t show your face around here for 90 days!
Frank Lynn: No. You can’t do that.
Lila’s face changes to a bright red color as Frank’s calm demeanor and refusal to accept his punishment pushes her buttons.
Lila Sleater: Are you mental? I am the General manager! I can damn sure fine and suspend you if your actions warrant it which they sure a sh*t do! You put your f*cking hands on me!
Frank Lynn: Nothing you just said is wrong but it doesn’t change the facts. You cannot fine or suspend me. See, I’m not as stupid as you think I am. I know the GM has more power than just booking matches. While I was GM I used one of those other powers to take out an insurance policy.
Lila Sleater: What? No… you didn’t…
A look of shock and disbelief crosses Lila’s face as she starts to realize what Frank Lynn did.
Frank Lynn: Yes, I did. I’ve seen a lot happen in my two years here and I take note of everything. I remember one particular trick Trace Demon pulled that inspired me. While I was GM I signed myself to a new contract.
Lila Sleater: Don’t say it you bastard.
Lila is on the verge of losing control, her hands clenched so tightly into fists that her finely manicured nails draw blood from her palms, her every word laced with a subliminal “F*ck you Frank”.
Frank Lynn: My new, legally binding contract as signed by the acting GM of the WFWF on the day of Back to Basics includes a special clause, one that says I cannot be fined, suspended, or fired. I call it the “Screw you Lila” clause. You’ll have to try harder if you want to get to me.
Frank Lynn drops the mic at Lila’s feet and strides out of the ring to a round of cheers from the crowd who are suddenly and solidly behind him. If he bothered to look back, he would have seen all the color drain out of Lila’s face as she realized she lost this round.
Daniel Knight: Well damn. Frank Lynn just pulled a fast one on Lila Sleater.
Alecia Matthews: Who is Frank Lynn? Tonight, he wrestled like the leader of the revolution but then he dealt with Lila Sleater like a Trace Demon. What the hell is he doing? I have no idea what is going on in his head right now.
Daniel Knight: I would imagine it’s something along the lines of “Yay. I still have my title, my money, and my job.”
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Alecia Matthews: Well, folks, regardless of who Frank Lynn is this week - to shift gears, its time now for our main event!
Daniel Knight: And what a shift in gears it is, Alecia. Take the dirt sheets for what they're worth, but if they're to be believed at all, we go into this one understanding that David Brennan hand picked Trevor Wolf as his opponent here tonight.
Alecia Matthews: That might not be too far off the mark, given Wolf's actions at Back to Basics. His intended target was certainly not the ire of David Brennan, but you can't help but figure the WFWF Champion to be too great a fan of the work of sneak attack artists, given the double dose he received to close out the night.
Daniel Knight: Hell of a spot to find yourself in on your first night back on the job.
Alecia Matthews: I don't envy him either, but he seems at least up enough to the task, being that he's already made his way to the ring, so without much more, we'll turn things over to Christa to get underway!
In the ring, Trevor Wolf paces about as the arena lights suddenly cut, the whistling melody of "The House of the Rising Sun" echoing throughout the arena. A thin, low hanging fog fills the stage as a hue of green and orange searchlights pan across the audience.
"There is a house in Sin City they call The Rising Sun, and it's been the ruin of many a poor boy, and God, I know, I'm one."
As the music kicks into full gear, nearly deafening the cheers from the sold out crowd, the beams of light converge upon the stage as David Brennan slowly steps out from behind the curtain, casting a glow upon him as he pauses to survey the crowd before him. The lights glimmer off the golden front plate of the WFWF World Heavyweight Championship, casting a reflective glare as blinding as the one that beams off of the clear, protective mask strapped across the champion’s shattered face.
Christa Adina: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall! Already in the ring, weighing in at one hundred and fifty pounds, Trevor Wolf!
A thunderous eruption of jeers from the capacity crowd threatens to drown out Brennan’s music as the masses deride the returning assailant of Anna Ahriman.
Christa Adina: ...and introducing his opponent...
The raucous chorus of boos erupts in a deafening pop of approval. With his attention focused sharp upon the ring, seemingly driven to life by the crowd’s response, Brennan begins his march down the ramp, casting passing glances to the ringside fans clamoring to either side of him.
Christa Adina: ...from Boston, Massachusetts, weighing in at two hundred and forty three pounds, he is the WFWF World Heavyweight Champion….David Brennan!!!
Making his way toward the ringside steps, Brennan pauses once more to stare up at the sheer height and depth of the crowd, affording the fans all the way toward the back a rare glimpse of attention, before turning to climb the steel steps, passing through the ropes and into the ring as Wolf ducks out to clear the space. Pacing the interior perimeter of the ring, he stops in the corner opposite the steps, a hand on either plane of the top rope. As the lights return and his music fades, he glances out toward the crowd once more before tearing the belt from his waist, hoisting it high for the gathered masses in his right hand before turning his attention back toward the center of the ring.
Daniel Knight: A strong reception for the World Champion here on the back of two devastating assaults at Back to Basics, but Alecia, one has to imagine that Brennan, rightly, should have no business competing here tonight.
Alecia Matthews: Set it aside, Knight - love him or hate him, Brennan took the high road at Back to Basics, offering up the International Championship for contention, entirely without prompt. Brennan has been party to some heinous acts in his own right here in the WFWF, but at Back to Basics, he was without blame.
Daniel Knight: Now who’s exhibiting bias? Alecia, Brennan has no business competing here tonight on account of his physical state! His left eye is still swollen shut! His face has been shattered in numerous places! He doesn’t belong here, facing Trevor Wolf - he belongs in a surgical ward!
Alecia Matthews: Anything to keep him off your monitor, right Dan?
Daniel Knight: If you were paying any mind to yours, you’d know that we were about to get under way.
DING! DING! DING!
Alecia Matthews: And we’re off! Look for this one to turn personal in short order, folks. Brennan hasn’t any taste, I’d imagine, for the likes of someone like Trevor Wolf -
Daniel Knight: - or Michael Kyzer -
Alecia Matthews: - who’d attack a man unwarranted and unprovoked.
The two men circle one another, Brennan staring down Wolf menacingly, who glares back with a devilish sort of grin across his face, neither man flinching, but neither goading the other to take the first strike, either.
Alecia Matthews: Nevertheless, Brennan will want to play his cards smart - that mask, however protective it may be, is going to be a sitting target for anyone looking to gain a quick advantage over the champion.
The men continue to circle, and it's Brennan who finally decides to take charge, slapping a collar and elbow on his much more wiry opponent, quickly leveraging his hulking size advantage to force the much smaller Wolf back downward, bending him at the back before tossing him down to the mat, releasing him as he drops. Wasting no time, Brennan affords Wolf no space to collect himself, coming at him with a thunderous flurry of boots, stomping away as Wolf writhes, desperately looking for an exit. Seizing on the momentary lapse between the strikes of Brennan’s feet, Wolf quickly rolls away, sliding beneath the bottom rope and down to the arena floor.
Alecia Matthews: It's never as easy when the other guy’s bigger than you...and a guy, for that matter.
Daniel Knight: Cork it, Matthews - Trevor Wolf is playing smart! He's coming in at a glaring disadvantage here, and he's going to exercise every opportunity to try and get the best of David Brennan.
Outside the ring, Wolf is able to regain his footing, glaring up at Brennan, who stands chest to the ropes, demanding his opponent get back into the ring to carry on the fight. Wolf paces the area, looking for an opportunity to make an undeterred return to the ring, but Brennan refuses to take his eyes off of his opponent.
Alecia Matthews: Smart or not, it's a move that may have wound up costing Wolf some precious footing in the match here. Brennan isn't going to take his eyes off of a man capable of the stunt Wolf pulled a few weeks back.
Fed up with Wolf’s refusal to heed his orders to return to the ring, the official decides to try and compel him by default, as he begins the count, having afforded the returning rookie far too much leeway as is.
1…
Daniel Knight: Oh, come on! How are you going to count a guy out with no clear avenue back into the ring?!
Alecia Matthews: Maybe you can give him a hand, Daniel.
...2…
Wolf now begins shouting back at the official, pleading a case likely very similar to that of the WFWF's lead color commentator to little avail. The official affords him the brief pause between counts to try and compel him back into the ring, but Brennan refuses to take his eyes off of him, regardless of where he moves.
...3…
Finally, even Brennan’s had enough. Breaking the count, he steps through the ropes himself, dropping an axe handle off the mat that Wolf deftly is able to dodge, scampering to the other side of the ring and sliding back in beneath the ropes. Brennan climbs back up the mat to bring the fight back to Wolf, but he's stalled at the ropes by a flurry of strikes from the young upstart. Brennan’s able to weather the fists by virtue of his burly frame, but a sudden drop kick from Wolf sends Brennan now crashing down to the floor.
Daniel Knight: Now we’re talking! What an offense by Trevor Wolf!
Alecia Matthews: He may have gained the high ground, but it's going to take a lot more than that for this David to topple Brennan’s Goliath.
Indeed, though Wolf’s kick once more removed Brennan from the warpath, he remains on his feet as he drops to the floor. Shaking off the kick as he adjusts his protective mask, he turns to return to the ring, but before he can approach, Wolf collides with him mid-air, toppling to the ground in his own right as Brennan stumbles back into the announce table.
Alecia Matthews: Oh my god!
Daniel Knight: My notes!
Alecia Matthews: Like you’ve even read them! Trevor Wolf just delivered on a suicide dive I don’t think anyone - least of all, David Brennan - saw coming this early on!
Daniel Knight: But damnit, Brennan still stands!
Alecia Matthews: Only just, by the grace of the table in front of us!
Wolf looks up as Brennan staggers to maintain balance, furiously perplexed at how he’s been unable to bring the champion to his knees. The official once again begins the count in a futile attempt to compel the two men to bring the fight back within bounds.
1…
Rage now fills the eyes of Trevor Wolf, his upper body heaving with each breath as he stares down the leaned champion before him. He begins beckoning, almost ordering Brennan to regain his balance, compelling him up with gestures of the hand as he takes a ready stance, his eyes fixed upon the burly figure across the floor.
...2…
As Brennan shakes off the cobwebs, now standing of his own accord, he glares about, regaining his composure, just as Wolf takes off once more, sprinting into a leap off of the ringside steps and launching himself into an aerial crossbody at the once again upright champion.
Daniel Knight: He’s going for it again - no!
Alecia Matthews: Brennan caught him!
Brennan ably catches Wolf in his arms, gripping his wiry frame tight as he struggles to break free. Infuriated in his own right, Brennan seethes as he shakes his head, shouting out in unbridled rage as he takes off himself, driving Wolf’s back at full tilt right into the corner post of the ring with a deafening thud.
...3...
Alecia Matthews: My god!
Daniel Knight: Damn him!
Alecia Matthews: David Brennan just damn near broke Trevor Wolf in half across that ring post!
Rolling Wolf prone back into the ring, Brennan trails behind him, sliding in to cut off the count before lazily covering Wolf for the win.
Daniel Knight: And it looks like he’s at least going to exercise to basic decency of not dragging this out any further than it has to go.
1…
...2…
...NO!
Alecia Matthews: Not on Wolf’s terms, he isn’t!
Daniel Knight: Come on, Wolf - live to fight another day!
Wolf’s thrown shoulder wasn’t enough to build any sort of momentum behind, but it does buy him time, as Brennan leans back on his haunches, slightly bewildered at the resiliency of the man he was certain he’d just broken. Shrugging it off, he drags Wolf to his feet by the scruff of his hair, leaving him prone as he sets him into position, hoisting him up on his shoulders for a piledriver. Taking off at a brisk sprint, Brennan drops Wolf’s back, full force, into the corner, leaving him to drop like a sack of bricks into a slump in the corner.
Daniel Knight: That was just uncalled for!
Alecia Matthews: Wolf called Brennan’s bluff. Better men than him have learned to shy away from such gestures, but Trevor Wolf is in no mood to get squashed on his first night back.
Chuckling to himself, Brennan cracks his neck as Wolf struggles to maintain footing off the back of the buckle-bomb. Slapping his forearm in preparation, Brennan charges once more, preparing to lay a vicious arm across the chest of his opponent, but before he can connect, he’s met with an outstretched foot on the part of Trevor Wolf. He staggers, affording Wolf the opportunity to gather some semblance of momentum. Leaping to the middle turnbuckle, he waits for Brennan to stumble back within range, and in a show of what Brennan just failed to deliver, dives into the air with a forearm across the chest.
Alecia Matthews: Wolf connects! My god, the fight in this kid!
Daniel Knight: But dammit - what’s it going to take to drop David Brennan?!
Indeed, despite Wolf’s efforts, Brennan still maintains his footing, his damaged face beginning to grow meaner and meaner as he grows tired of Wolf’s antics. Once more dragging Wolf to his feet, he now holds up the dazed newcomer, allowing him to find the balance to stand on his own two feet, before finally delivering a vicious fist right to the skull. Wolf staggers, and so Brennan delivers another. And another. And another. He continues pounding away, driving Wolf unwillingly into the corner, where he leaves the returning star to hang, taunting him as he struggles to keep his balance. To his credit, Wolf responds with a whole hearted slap to the masked face of Brennan. The strike isn’t enough to cause any considerable damage, but the message is loud and clear. Brennan turns his cheek, offering another opening, which Wolf seizes without hesitation.
Daniel Knight: This is just ruthless - Brennan is toying with Trevor Wolf!
Alecia Matthews: Are you suggesting Wolf isn’t playing right into it?
Daniel Knight: What choice does he have?! It’s fight or flight in there!
Alecia Matthews: Call me coward? I’d flee.
Daniel Knight: Trevor Wolf isn’t like that!
Brennan laughs off the latest strike, as it’s clear that Wolf doesn’t stand a chance in this sort of measuring contest against the much less winded champion. Gripping the mask that shields his face, Brennan tears it off, tossing the mask aside before pointing to his bad, swollen shut eye, imploring Wolf to try and do some damage.
A command with which he readily complies!
Alecia Matthews: Maybe not, but he’s certainly got no problem poking the beast!
The strike to Brennan’s shattered orbital finally sends him staggering back, creating another opening which Wolf once more capitalizes upon, skillfully waiting for Brennan to stagger forward in an attempt to return the favor before landing another precise shot into his damaged, dented face. Finally after several more shots, Brennan pauses, still reeling, to dab at his own face, as if somehow seeking to relieve the pain some. Hoping to seize the opportunity, Wolf darts away, bouncing off the ropes.
Daniel Knight: He may be able to end it here, Alecia!
Alecia Matthews: Under different circumstances, I’d say you’re mad, but this….this could do the trick, yeah…
He returns, ready to drop the champ, but instead, Wolf is completely collapsed as he collides with Brennan’s outstretched right arm.
Alecia Matthews: ...but no, Brennan isn’t ready to fall just yet!
Seething to the point of almost becoming unrecognizable, and now half blind, Brennan drags Wolf to his feet, doubling him over with a booming kick to the midsection. Hooking the arms, he hoists Wolf up on to his shoulder, sitting out as he drops him to the mat with a deafening thud.
Alecia Matthews: Charles River Plunge! That will have done it for Trevor Wolf. I would not kick out now, even if I could!
The official drops to make the count, and in sequence, venting his anger, Brennan frees up one leg as he reaches over to pound his right fist into Wolf’s chest as the count is made.
1…
...2…
...3!!!
DING! DING! DING!
Christa Adina: Here is your winner….David Brennan!!!
Brennan’s music hits as he rolls angrily off of Trevor Wolf, catching his wind and footing as he leans into the back corner, gingerly tending to his unguarded face as Wolf rolls out of the ring.
Alecia Matthews: What a hard fought battle on the part of Trevor Wolf. The odds were almost impossibly stacked against him, but he fought tooth and nail trying to get the upper hand, but Brennan’s domineering size advantage just worked too well against Wolf’s favor.
As the official hoists Brennan’s arm in victory, handing over his WFWF World Heavyweight Championship, the lights suddenly go out, save for a lone spotlight on Brennan.
Alecia Matthews: What the hell is goi….oooh, no. No, no. I’m out. Nope. Alecia Matthews, signing off, goodnight. Come on, Daniel.
The beautiful Michael Kyzer suddenly appears on the video screen - he appears to be lounging somewhere beachy. He has that infamous smirk going on as he sips what looks like a White Russian.
Michael Kyzer: Oh David, I am sorry I couldn’t be there tonight. I decided after our last encounter that I deserved a vacation before you and I meet in the ring. But I didn’t want you to miss me. I think we have made some serious in roads in our relationship. It has been a lot of fun bonding and reconnecting with you.
He takes another sip as the smirk disappears. Brennan steps out of the corner of the ring, watching intently from the center of the ring, his lone capable eye darting around in watch for some unexpected attack.
Michael Kyzer: However you have failed to deliver like I thought you would. I didn’t expect you to take so many beatings like a little bitch. I thought you had some big white Aryan balls. I thought you were a man with a c~ck, some b~tch with a ragged out vagina. So far you have only shown me that you can take a beating. And there is some entertainment in that, but overall it gets old. It gets really old seeing you on your back. It reminds of when Drakz and I found you. We polished that piece of sh~t into a diamond. What the f~ck happened to you?
Kyzer disappears from the video screen, and the lights come back on. Kyzer is sitting on the top turnbuckle in front of Brennan. He takes a sip of his White Russian as a Dragon slips in the ring behind David. Brennan drops the title as he takes a step towards Kyzer unaware of who is behind him. Kyzer grins as Tugarin Zmey drops Brennan from with a Dragon size boot to the back of the head. Zmey stares down at David from behind his metal mask. He pulls Brennan up only to toss him across the ring with a reverse fallaway slam. Kyzer laughs as he hops off the turnbuckle, drink in one hand and a mic in the other.
Michael Kyzer: This is exactly what I am talking about David. Why do you always seem to be getting your ass kicked? Did I miss your peak?
Zmey grabs Brennan by the throat and pulls him up from the mat. He proceeds to chokeslam Brennan but he doesn’t let go and just pulls Brennan back up. This happens another two times before he just holds him up in front of Kyzer.
Michael Kyzer: Where is the David Brennan who beat everyone he was thrown up against in the last two years?
Kyzer smashes his drink in Brennan’s already shattered face. It shatters and Brennan is covered in glass, blood and alcohol but Zmey holds Brennan upright.
Michael Kyzer: Where are your f~cking balls?
Brennan responds by spitting blood into Kyzer’s face. Zmey reacts before Kyzer by immediately flipping Brennan up on his shoulders and effortlessly powerbombing him over the top rope onto the entrance ramp. Kyzer laughs as he doesn’t even bother to wipe the blood off his face. Zmey goes to step over the top rope after Brennan but Kyzer stops him. Kyzer climbs the corner closest to Brennan and sits down. He points to the World Heavyweight Title and Zmey brings it to him.
Michael Kyzer: That is what the sh~t I am talking about, where the f~ck has that David Brennan been for the last few months. Our game is going to get interesting now with a Dragon in the mix. I honestly don’t care about this title. It means nothing to me. But I am going to take it from you. It validated your career. It showed me that you may have reached your potential, even if it was five years too late. I am going to take this from you because I want to see the hungry David Brennan not this lazy p~ssy cat you have become. I am going to bring out the best in you by tearing apart everything in your miserable sad life.
Kyzer throws the title on the ground next to Brennan. The two stare each other down, Dragon looming in the background, as we fade, once more, to unforgiving black.
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Post by CM Poor on Apr 1, 2018 20:02:36 GMT -5
Well, there we are then - show #2 of the new regime, and me with a task I relish even less than when I began it. Huge thanks are due to King Richius for writing the lion's share of the show, Kyzer for that banger of an ending, Drakz for that banger of an opening, and Lazer for a banger of a match on his first show with the fed, so additional points to that guy, huh?! A round of applause across the board for an impressive full showing this time around guys. Keep that up, for certain. Sign up will go up with discretion in the next few days, and hopefully the next weekend layover doesn't wind up falling on the same weekend as a weeb con that falls on the same weekend as a major secular holiday.
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Devilkiller
Main Eventer
WFWF. Go see about it.
Joined on: Mar 17, 2012 16:49:19 GMT -5
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Post by Devilkiller on Apr 1, 2018 20:27:15 GMT -5
Good work guys. Lazer is impressive even with a semi-generic name. Goes to show you, don't judge by names, unless you're earthquake. Anyway, congrats to both new guys who had very impressive showings. Makes me want to bring Devilkiller back more to give you guys a nice kayfabe push.
Glad I could squeeze out a win my first match back. Now I gotta get better. Drakz took it real easy on me, and I appreciate that. Next time, after I'm around a few months and the rust is all gone, I hope we get an actual match going all out brother.
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Post by Kyzer on Apr 1, 2018 21:30:49 GMT -5
I am disappointed that Mak's theme isn't "Return of the Mack".
Great stuff. I see some typo's on my end in the last segment that are driving me crazy but otherwise I enjoyed everything.
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Post by CM Poor on Apr 1, 2018 21:47:10 GMT -5
I am disappointed that Mak's theme isn't "Return of the Mack". Great stuff. I see some typo's on my end in the last segment that are driving me crazy but otherwise I enjoyed everything. Heh. I tried to correct as I went, but I'm running at about all the speed one could expect of a father of a tempremental three year old who's just made three round trips into Boston in as many days, so I'm not surprised if I missed entire segments. I'm so glad I wrote Alecia's disgust with Kyzer's attack last show so I could just write that cop out of her abandoning ship and not feel compelled to add commentary to the mix, lol.
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Revvie®
Main Eventer
Somewhere between Reality, and the Absurd
Joined on: Jun 29, 2005 1:04:26 GMT -5
Posts: 4,327
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Post by Revvie® on Apr 1, 2018 23:44:45 GMT -5
Nice results, really enjoyed the ending!
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Post by Deleted on Apr 2, 2018 0:37:02 GMT -5
I am disappointed that Mak's theme isn't "Return of the Mack". I'll be honest, I didn't even think of it as a possibility, despite it being one of my best friend's favorite songs. Ball has most definitely been dropped on my end.
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Post by King Richius on Apr 2, 2018 1:10:32 GMT -5
Good show. Impressive showing by the new and returning faces. Let's keep it going with the next show in Philadelphia and then after that, the WFWF is going to the mecca of wrestling/sports entertainment: Madison Square Garden. Also, have to add a match writing credit for Devilkiller to the names my co-owner listed.
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Lazer
Jobber
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Post by Lazer on Apr 2, 2018 5:49:16 GMT -5
Great show and great RP's all round. Hopefully the card will be as stacked next time round!
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Post by Drakz on Apr 4, 2018 16:42:33 GMT -5
Awesome show. Matches and segs all rocked it, coupled with the full turn out.
Well done boyos!
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