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Post by King Richius on May 2, 2018 13:06:29 GMT -5
The show opens with a shot of the rabid Philly fans outside the arena in the fading light of the early evening impatiently waiting to enter the Wells Fargo Center.
A black SUV drives up and Mak Cross steps out to the adulation of the fans. He walks up to the fans, exchanges high fives, takes some selfies, and signs some items thrust in his direction by exuberant kids.
Moments later, another car drives up and parks besides the SUV. Frank Lynn gets out of the car, ignoring the crowd while he reaches into the back seat to get his bag and the International Championship belt, which he slings over his shoulder.
Frank sees Mak making his way along the barrier continuing to interact with the fans, stopping in front of one well prepared fan in a Mak Cross t-shirt holding up a sign that says “Mak wins or we riot!” Cross takes the sign and holds it so that Frank cannot miss it, smiling the entire time while fans slap him on the back and yell insults at Frank Lynn.
The shot pulls back revealing that this was all being showed on the Tunatron and the fans have now made their way into the arena. The video on the Tunatron zooms in on the fan sign until the word “Riot" fills the entire screen. Blood drips from the top of the screen forming more words around the “Riot"…
The WFWF Presents:
RIOT ON BROAD STREET!
Pyro! Loud music! Louder fans!
It’s show time!After a few seconds of panning camera shots showing the sold out crowd in the Wells Fargo Center, the picture zooms in on Daniel knight and Alecia Matthews sitting at the announcer’s table ready to call all the exciting action for the night.Daniel Knight: Welcome to PhilaDALphia, the city of brotherly love, for another great night of WFWF action! Alecia Matthews: It’s pronounced PhilaDELphia you idiot. At least you got the rest of it right as we have a stacked card tonight including a main event International Championship match. Daniel Knight: DAL… DEL… does it really matter? Alecia Matthews: It does if you don’t want to have snowballs and batteries thrown at you. The Philly fans are notorious. If they abused Santa Claus, just imagine what they’ll do to you. Judging by the noise they are making right now, they are ready for our first match. Daniel Knight: They’ll have to wait a minute or two because we’re going to Kay Fabe back in the locker room where she is standing by with the newest member of the WFWF roster… Mesh! All eyes turn to the Tunatron and the image of backstage reporter Kay Fabe standing next to a bubbly swirling dervish of color that is the newest member of the WFWF roster: Mesh.Kay Fabe: I’m here with the very colorful Mesh who will be making her debut here tonight in the City of Brotherly Love! How are you feeling? Mesh: Oh my Gosh, you have no idea! I’m super excited to be here! I’ve been looking forward to this ever since I was a little girl! Kay Fabe: We know that you’ve been wrestling for years all around the independent circuit but you’re here in the big leagues now. You’re going to face off against some of the best wrestlers from around the world here in the WFWF, including your opponent Hamilton K. Clarke. He’s known for his technical wrestling and disdain for everyone else but himself. How do you prepare for an opponent that vicious and calculating? Mesh: Well, one thing that’s for sure is that Clarke is going underestimate me. He’s going to assume that since it’s my debut, I’m going to choke and not bring it. Like, he’s wrong about that because I want this, Kay. I want this so bad. Kay Fabe: I can only imagine how much you want this, Mesh but keep in mind – Clarke didn’t exactly have the debut he was expecting either, so I think it’s really going to come down to who has the most drive and- Mesh: I love that movie! Kay Fabe: *laughs* Mesh: Sorry for the fangirl moment. Kay Fabe: Do you think you have what it takes to impress and ultimately, win your first WFWF match? Mesh: Yes, I do. I’ve worked too damn hard to get to this point and lose. That would suck. Like, a lot. Besides, I’m dressed to impress and that’s what I’m going to do out there tonight! Kay Fabe: We look forward to seeing you out there! Good luck! Mesh: Thank you so much! Byeeeeee! Back to a wide shot of the arena centered on the entrance stage.Daniel Knight: Oh great, another little girl trying to play with the big boys. Alecia Matthews: You should know by now that you never judge a book by its cover. The lights dim, and a white spot-light illuminates the stage. The opening bars of "God Save the Queen" plays as Hamilton walks slowly on to the stage, his silver-topped cane tucked under his left arm. He looks around at the crowd with disdain, then walks regally down the aisle with the spot-light staying on him. Christa Adina: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Making his way to the ring, from Windsor, England, weighing in at two-hundred and thirty pounds, ‘The Last Gentleman’ Hamilton K. Clarke! Alecia Matthews: Now, Clarke did lose in his debut match at Back to Basics to Lazer, so you can almost guarantee that Clarke is looking for redemption tonight! Daniel Knight: Indeed, indeed! I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again – a girl will always lose in a fight against a man. Always. If I’m being honest right now, I’m expecting the old dog to get his moment. Upon entering the ring, Hamilton walks around, again showing disdain for the fans. He then stands in the center 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 prepares for the match to begin.
The arena goes dark and bright colored lights flash throughout. As the colorful lights circle above, more lights rise from the ground and move in sync, forwards and backwards. As the song continues to build, the light moves faster, flashing rapidly. As the song gets going, the lights suddenly start to flash and flicker, painting the arena, the lights themselves moving to the beat of the song. From behind the curtain comes out Mesh, wearing her hoodie and surgical mask. She comes out dancing to the beat of the song, breakdancing and shuffling.Christa Adina: Introducing his opponent, from Los Angeles, California, weighing in at one hundred and fifty-four pounds, Mesh! She poses for the crowd, raising her hands in the arms and pumping it up! As she walks down the ramp, she continues to shuffle, holding her arms out to high five some of the party people in the crowd. She suddenly stops, points and pops! She hasn't lost a step as she keeps in rhythm. She runs through the bottom ropes, breakdances back to her feet and pose for the crowd; hands up in the air as she stands atop the turnbuckle! As Mesh removes her hoodie and mask, Clarke is seen staring at Mesh with such disgust, judging her by her appearance. Daniel Knight: Seems like Clarke isn’t too impressed with Mesh’s getup. I hope Mesh realizes that she’s in the ring with royalty and class right now. Alecia Matthews: *sigh* Let’s just get this match underway. DING! DING! DING!The two combatants begin to circle the ring, both with looks of determination on their faces. Clarke uses his British strong style, but Mesh keeps up with him with her technical mat wrestling. Clarke reverses Mesh and Mesh reverses Clarke. The crowd gives the combatants a round of applause after an impressive display of pure wrestling.Alecia Matthews: Mesh is years younger than Clarke, but he is keeping up with the spry rookie every step of the way! Daniel Knight: Age is just a number, don’t forget that!
They lock up again, only this time Clarke gets Mesh in a headlock. He wrenches the headlock tight on the rookie, but she shoots him off and he drops her with a shoulder tackle. Clarke bounces off the ropes and goes to elbow drop Mesh, but she jumps up and dropkicks Clarke as he rolls out of the ring. Clarke looks surprised.Mesh does a little dance for the crowd while Clarke strategizes on the outside. Once inside, they lock up again and Clarke puts Mesh in a hammerlock. This time, Mesh can’t swift her way out of the hold. Mesh manages to break free from the hold when she reverses it into an arm wrench. The two then jockey for position but Clarke is much stronger, so he easily overpowers Mesh and slams her down for a locked armbar. Mesh fights out of it by kicking Clarke in the ribs. She follows up with a devastating discus forearm! The impact echoes throughout the arena like a gunshot! Mesh covers Clarke!
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Clarke kicks out!Alecia Matthews: Did you hear the impact from that forearm?! Daniel Knight: It sounded like a botched belly flop! Ouch! Clarke comes to his sense. Mesh then repeatedly kicks him in the chest as the crowd starts to count along.
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Suddenly, Mesh starts to shake, rattle and roll before connecting with the tenth and final kick to Clarke’s chest! Mesh climbs to the middle turnbuckle and waits for Clarke to recover. Once the Englishman is up, Mesh flies off the top with a diving leg lariat! Mesh is starting to gain momentum until Clarke fires back with vicious strikes to the midsection and finishing off with a big headbutt. A boot to the abdomen and Clarke suddenly gains the upper hand. He puts Mesh in an abdominal stretch as he grins wickedly at the crowd. She struggles to fight out of the hold but eventually, she does but Clarke immediately puts her in a Guillotine Choke!Alecia Matthews: Clarke is showing no mercy here! He’s twisting Mesh like a pretzel! Mesh is desperately trying to reach the bottom rope, but it’s out of her grasp! Clarke is squeezing tighter and tighter like a snake strangling its prey, Mesh is starting to fade away. Clarke screams, using every bit of strength he has.
Her arm falls once…
Her arm falls twice….Mesh’s survival instinct kicks in and she manages to reach the rope, somehow overpowering the ridiculously tight hold from Clarke. Mesh is groggy, and Clarke realizes this. Once Mesh gets up, Clarke follows up with a lethal single knee facebreaker! Clarke hooks the leg!
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Mesh kicks out!Alecia Matthews: Oh my! That was too close! Clarke grabs Mesh by the hair and continues to wear her down with various holds and stretches. Mesh uses her legs to hurt Clarke by kicking him in the abdomen and thigh. Irish whip from Clarke, reversal from mesh who connects with a spinning wheel kick! Clarke uses the ropes as leverage to stay on his feet, but he is clotheslined to the outside. The crowd boos at Clarke as he uses the steel barricades to help himself up. Without hesitation, Mesh backs off into the ropes, charging towards Clarke as she leaps over the top rope with a suicide dive! The crowd pops!Alecia Matthews: Look at the girl fly! What a maneuver! Both combatants are down but Mesh is slowly the first one back up. The referee begins to count down as Mesh rolls back inside. Clarke gets up slowly as well and breaks the count. Mesh hammers away at Clarke, wearing him down. Mesh bounces off the ropes and stomps on Clarke’s back, like Mario stomping on a Goomba! Clarke gets back up and Mesh drops him again with a dropkick. Clarke is starting to get frustrated, he runs towards Mesh, but he gets a Flapjack instead! Alecia Matthews: Looks like Clarke is getting a bit desperate. Daniel Knight: Nah, I think this is all part of Clarke’s plan. Let the young rookie wear herself out then the old dog goes in for the kill. Clarke scurries into the corner turnbuckle and Mesh charges towards him with a running back elbow following a quick dance for the crowd. Irish whip from Mesh but Clarke reverses it but Mesh counters that with a springboard elbow. Both combatants are on the mat.
Clarke is in total control of the match! He’s winding up for the lariat. Like a snake, he waits for Mesh to get back on her feet. She struggles but she’s up. Clarke charges towards her but like something out of an action movie, Mesh contorts her body into the crab position; her feet and hands touching the mat with her back towards the ground, dodging the lariat!Alecia Matthews: Oh my! I have never seen anything quite like this in all my years at the WFWF! Daniel Knight: Okay, not going to lie – that’s impressive! Before Clarke can even react to what just happened, Mesh nails Clarke in the face with a Pelé Kick, leaving him stunned. Realizing this, Mesh rolls up Clarke from behind!
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DING! DING! DING!Christa Adina: Ladies and gentlemen, here is your winner…Mesh! Alecia Matthews: What an impressive victory for the rookie! Clarke put up one hell of a fight but in the case of youth against age, youth prevailed! So, what were you saying what a girl always losing to a man? Daniel Knight: Okay, okay – so maybe some girls can win in a fight. Alecia Matthews: In any case, we still have so much more to learn about this girl and I, for one can’t wait! The crowd give Mesh a round of applause for looking good in her debut match. The referee raises her arm in victory. She looks exhausted, but a smile appears on her face as she starts to head towards the turnbuckle to pose until she is attacked by Clarke from behind! Clarke drives the metallic end of his silver cane into Mesh’s stomach. She goes down, but to one knee!Alecia Matthews: Come on! What is that?! Somebody stop him! Daniel Knight: Mesh won the match but Clarke got the last laugh!Clarke grabs her and immediately hits her with The Royal Stamp, spiking her head hard into the mat. Mesh is out, her body sprawled across the mat with her eyes closed. Various referees come down to check on her. The crowd starts to boo, Clarke doesn’t care. He admires his work then looks back at the crowd with the same look of disdain from earlier. He exits his ring and makes his way to the back, his silver cane tucked under his left arm.Alecia Matthews: I hope Clarke isn’t proud of himself. That was… The audio cuts out mid-sentence and the picture goes black.
Elsewhere, amid the vacant, void of darkness, the unmistakable CRACK of a baseball bat shatters the eerie silence. The silhouette of man, the same unidentifiable man who lectured from the dark some weeks ago, once again takes his place amid the shadows, the bat that had seconds ago likely broken the silence slung over his shoulder, his identity still a mystery, at least for the moment.? ? ? ? ? : Someone once said that life moves pretty fast. If you don't stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it. Heh. That's a funny little bit of philosophy when you stop and really think about it. He wasn't really too far off the mark, was he? Who among us can say that we wouldn't benefit from cranking down the dial on life just a little, huh? It's so easy, getting caught up in the rat race of life, to lose sight of what really matters, but there's a side of that knife that's just as sharp as that first piece of advice, and I've had myself a good, long chance to sit and wonder if maybes there's such thing stopping for a bit too long. It's a sight to see, life moving right on past you without so much as a second thought to whether or not you'd fallen off track. It's just about as hard playing catch up as it is taking inventory of everything you'd ever taken for granted. It's a long road back, and at the end of it all, you can only hope you get yourself the redemption you waited too long to chase.
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Post by King Richius on May 2, 2018 13:07:29 GMT -5
Alecia Matthews: What the hell was that? How am I supposed to do my job under these conditions?
Daniel Knight: Settle down Alecia. We’re back now.
Suddenly, the lights in the arena go out.
Daniel knight: Huh, what now? How am I supposed to read my notes?
Alecia Matthews: As usual, we have no idea what is going on. Can someone in the back fill us in? C’mon production monkeys, do your jobs!
Daniel Knight: I’m being told we should turn our attention to the Tunatron.
The screen goes black for a solid minute before the words “New Japan Alliance” appears on the screen. A second later it’s crossed out in a violent red slash across the screen. The letters are quickly replaced by the letters “WFWF”, which is then overlapped by a targeting reticle. That fades out seconds later before Reina Kenshin appears on the screen. She’s only visible from the waist up and she’s rubbing her hands together in a manner that could only be described as ‘eager’.
Reina Kenshin: WFWF…the world…to whom it may concern…
The woman stops rubbing her hands and holds up a finger towards the camera, her cocky feral half grin taking up most of the screen now. A second later it flicks away to a video of Reina Kenshin breaking a competitor’s face with a running knee before it flicks back to her.
Reina Kenshin: I just wanted to let you know, that this, everything that’s about to happen? It’s not personal.
A compilation of short videos plays rapidly, all showing the amount of people Reina has broken over her short tenure in NJA. The images get more and more rapid until the screen goes black.
Reina Kenshin: It’s just business.
Back to a shot of our favorite commentating duo, puzzled looks on their faces.
Daniel Knight: Who the hell was that? And what did she mean by “it’s not personal”?
Alecia Matthews: I know who that was. Her name is Reina Kenshin a.k.a. the Bebop Samurai a.k.a. the Black Rose. She's an indy wrestler who up to now has stuck to wrestling other women mainly in Japan.
Daniel Knight: Well Alecia, it looks like she is coming to the WFWF. Another girl trying to compete with the men.
Alecia Matthews: Shut it Daniel. Didn’t Mesh just show you how stupid your twentieth century misogynistic biases are?
Daniel Knight: Fine, let’s wait and see what Reina Kenshin has in store for us. As for right now, Kay Fabe is in the locker room with what is sure to be another of her hard hitting interviews.
Switch to your typical locker room: bags, clothes, towels, water bottles, and other items strewn around as the camera pans until it stops centered on Kay Fabe.
Kay Fabe: Thank you Daniel and Alecia. I’m in the locker room of a man with a lot of questions to answer, the current International Champion Frank Lynn.
The shot widens to show Frank Lynn and his manager Daphne Velasquez standing next to Kay. Frank has the International Championship belt over his shoulder. He pats it twice, holds it up for the camera man to get a good shot of, then hands it to Daphne who cradles it in her arms like a baby.
Kay Fabe: Good Evening Frank.
Frank Lynn: Good evening to you too Kay. I assume you have some questions for me.
Kay Fabe: We all do, Frank, starting with what happened to the great revolutionary leader who was going to reform the WFWF?
Frank Lynn: I grew up. Simple as that. The Revolution was a childish fantasy that I or anybody could bring about lasting reform to the sh*t show. Everything that happened at Back to Basics drove the point home quite clearly. The WFWF is built on blood and Lila Sleater is the heart that keeps on pumping it while the rest of us either learn to swim or drown.
Kay Fabe: So you blame Lila Sleater, not your fellow wrestlers like Trace Demon, Michael Kyzer, David Brennan, Drakz, and so on?
Frank Lynn: The wrestlers are only doing what Lila allows. She is the enabler. She has to go for the WFWF to have a chance at being a respectable combat sports promotion.
Kay Fabe: Is that why you turned your back on the Revolution? Why you rewrote the rules so you could cash in the Golden Opportunity against an injured David Brennan? Why you went on and on about destroying the WFWF?
Frank Lynn: Partially. I couldn’t take what I saw going on. I couldn’t take it when my dream crashed and burned while I watched, powerless to do anything about it. I cracked. I’m human just like you and everybody else.
Frank pauses, then takes the microphone from Kay and turns to look directly into the camera.
Frank Lynn: Look, I admit it. I screwed up. I lost control. I fell off the wagon. Mak Cross brought me back to reality at New Day Rising. When he beat me, it was a slice of humble pie that I needed. It forced me to do some soul searching. I don’t want to destroy the WFWF. That was crazy talk. I still want to make the WFWF a better place, a more respectable form of combat sports entertainment, but that has to take a back seat to more important matters… like the International Championship and Mak Cross. I won’t make excuses. Mak Cross beat me. He won’t beat me again. I am the champion but I’m not getting the respect that should come with holding the belt. Sorry Mak, you won’t be beating me a second time. As much as you want to take my title, I want to defend it even more.
Daphne Velasquez snatches the microphone from a surprised Frank Lynn.
Daphne Velasquez: Listen up, you rat-faced bastard. You got lucky at New Day Rising. Tonight your luck runs out. The Lethal Weapon is coming for you! I hope your health insurance is paid up.
Frank rolls his eyes as Daphne rants. He decides he’s seen and heard enough so he gently but firmly takes the microphone back from her.
Frank Lynn: Excuse my manager. She wasn’t here last show so she thinks Mak got lucky. I know it was more than luck. I respect what you did last time Mak. I respect it enough that I trained harder, watched more film than ever, and worked my ass off to get ready for tonight. Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on me. I won’t be fooled by you again. You aren’t the chronic underachiever and quitter I thought you were. You are a serious competitor and a contender… but it stops there. I’m the champion. After tonight, I will still be the champion and if you’re lucky you may still be a contender.
Daphne leans in front of Frank and starts shouting into the mic, much to the chagrin of both Frank and Kay.
Daphne Velasquez: You’re going down rat-face! No title for you!
A visibly frustrated Kay Fabe forcibly takes the microphone from Frank even as Daphne tries to grab it from her. They struggle briefly before Frank pulls Daphne aside so Kay can do her job. Kay takes a moment to brush her hair out of her face and compose herself. She starts to ask Frank another question but sees Daphne giving her the evil eye. With a sigh, Kay turns to the camera.
Kay Fabe: Thank you for your comments Frank… and yours too Daphne. Back to you, Alecia and Daniel. …get that crazy b*tch away from me…
Alecia Matthews: Interesting comments from the International Champion. I’m not sure he actually answered any of the questions surrounding him but he’s trying.
Daniel Knight: He did wrong, knows he did wrong, and is asking us to forgive him. This isn’t the confession booth at church. It’s going to take more than a few contrite sentiments to win back the supporters of the revolution.
Alecia Matthews: We’ll see how contrite Frank is later tonight in the main event. Now it’s time for an intriguing match up. The Reverend Shadow versus Billy Broom.
Daniel Knight: Reverend Shadow is a very mysterious character. It’s hard to tell what is on his mind when he speaks it…and this time he was eerily quiet for his latest return to a WFWF ring.
Alecia Matthews: Billy Broom is the complete opposite. No hidden agendas for him. He is exactly what you see, a janitor looking to be something more, all for the good of his daughter.
Daniel Knight: I’ve given “the f*cking janitor” a hard time but no more. He’s one of the most genuine men in the WFWF and it’s no wonder the fans have embraced him.
The house lights dim. The ominous sounds of a choir singing “Carmina Burana” echo over the P/A system. Reverend Shadow walks out on the stage, makes the sign of the cross, and walks solemnly to the ring.
Christa Adina: Ladies and gentlemen, the following is a match to one fall. Introducing first… from parts unknown… Reverend Shadooowww!
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 crowd, which was as quiet as a church mouse during Reverend Shadow’s entrance, cheers wildly for the janitor. Billy smiles sheepishly and waves to the crowd, always keeping one eye on his enigmatic opponent.
The ref checks each wrestler for foreign objects, finds none, and signals for the bell.
DING DING DING
Daniel Knight: And here we go… the cleaner versus the reverend!
Alecia Matthews: It’s experience versus raw unbridled enthusiasm.
The two men circle each other several times and then lock up. Each man flexes his muscles trying assert his dominance over the other, pushing each other back and forth around the ring. Reverend Shadow spins and tries to throw Billy over his shoulder but Billy counters with a stiff knee to the back of the head. He wraps a beefy tattooed arm around Shadow’s neck and squeezes tight, then throws several crossface blows with his other arm.
Alecia Matthews: It’s nice to see Billy making progress in the ring. He isn’t intimidated by Reverend Shadow one bit.
Billy releases his hold and runs the ropes, coming back to hit a sliding clothesline that bounces Shadow’s head off the mat. He jumps to his feet and lifts the Reverend up, quickly hitting a pump handle power bomb. Billy goes for the cover.
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Reverend Shadow kicks out!
Daniel Knight: Billy putting a lot of pressure on the more experienced Reverend Shadow. He was a nanosecond away from the upset win.
Billy gets back to his feet and runs the ropes again, attempting a knee drop to Shadow’s head. Shadow rolls out of the way, then pulls Broom down into a small package. The ref drops down for the count.
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Billy Broom kicks out!
Alecia Matthews: Billy kicks out! Go Billy go! Somebody needs to put Reverend Shadow in his place.
Both men get back to their feet and Reverend Shadow goes on the offense. He punches Billy several times rocking the janitor. Shadow chops at Billy’s chest, then grabs his arm and whips him into the corner. Shadow follows him in with a jumping high knee that connects to Billy’s face. Shadow whips Billy across the ring into the opposite corner and charges in after him. Billy jumps up and over Shadow, spinning in mid air to take the Reverend down with a sunset flip into a pin attempt.
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Reverend Shadow kicks out!
Daniel Knight: Awesome counter by Billy. He is improving by leaps and bounds. He could pull this off and take down the Reverend.
The two men stand and exchange blows in the middle of the ring. The crowd cheers for every punch by Billy and boos every punch by the Reverend but they are disappointed when Reverend Shadow hits a spinning back elbow that sends Billy into the ropes. Shadow runs at Billy hitting a big boot to Broom’s face that sends him over the top rope crashing to the floor.
Billy gets to his feet quickly and tries to get back into the ring but Shadow blocks him. After a few unsuccessful attempts to get under the ropes into the ring, Billy gets frustrated and grabs Shadow by the leg, pulling him out of the ring. Billy grabs Shadow’s head and bounces it off the ring apron several times. While the Reverend staggers around trying to clear his head, Billy gets back into the ring. He stands in the center of the ring well away from the ropes and beckons for Shadow to come back in.
Alecia Matthews: I told you these two are complete opposites. Shadow wouldn’t let Billy back into the ring trying to use the high ground to his advantage. Not Billy. He has class.
Daniel Knight: It could work against him though as he is allowing Reverend Shadow a lot of time to recover. You have to press the advantage when you have it.
Shadow looks around nervously, glaring at the front row fans who are verbally abusing him. He slides into the ring approaching the waiting Billy Broom. Shadow throws a wild punch the Bill ducks under, sliding behind Shadow and pushing him into the ropes. Shadow bounces back right into a pop up powerbomb. The crowd goes wild for Billy as he grabs Shadow’s leg for the cover.
Alecia Matthews: What a pop up power bomb! This is it! Billy Broom is going to beat Reverend Shadow!
Daniel Knight: What an upset!
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The referee never gets to count three. A female figure has rushed into the ring and throws the referee aside like a rag doll.
The crowd boos at this third person who has interfered in the match. The woman hits Billy in the back of the head with a vicious kick, then picks him up, delivers a brutal barrage of chops and kicks that stun the janitor, and throws him over the top rope. Billy lands hard, his head bouncing off the ring apron before landing on the floor mats. He lays on the floor in a crumpled heap.
Alecia Matthews: What the hell?! That’s Reina Kenshin!
Daniel Knight: Is this what she meant by “It’s just business”? I don’t think Billy Broom will agree.
The referee signals for the bell as he has clearly had enough.
DING DING DING!
Reina turns her attention to Reverend Shadow. She picks him up only to drop him right back down with a spinning neckbreaker. She stomps on the defenseless Shadow’s head and chest. Then she reaches down and locks on the Anaconda Vice. The bell continues to ring as the referee tries to restore order.
DING DING DING!
The referee tries to get Reina off Reverend Shadow. He is joined by several security guards who finally get the crazed woman off Shadow, now completely unconscious as he is carried by two security staffers backstage for immediate attention. The referee and two other security guards try to corral Reina Kenshin but she is too fast for them, landing several parting blows before escaping the ring and going halfway up the ramp where she stops to pose for the crowd. The crowd lets her know exactly how they feel, booing her more loudly than they would the starting QB for the hated Dallas Cowboys.
Christa Adina: Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of the match… by disqualification… The Cleaner Billy Broooooommm!
Alecia Matthews: Attacking Billy Broom and ruining his match is NOT the way to make a good impression with the fans.
Daniel Knight: I don’t think Reina cares. She delivered on her warning from earlier tonight. The boys better beware. This girl came to play and she plays rough.
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Post by King Richius on May 2, 2018 13:08:14 GMT -5
While the mess from Reina’s surprise attack is cleaned up, the Tunatron once again buzzes to life, a familiar smiling face filling the screen.
Cameron Stone: Hello WFWF fans and friends! It’s Cameron Stone coming to you live from the wrap party for my latest movie. You’ll be hearing more about the movie soon but that’s not what I’m here to talk about tonight. Now that filming is complete, I find myself with some free time on my hands. I always keep on eye on what is going on in the WFWF so I am fully aware that the next show takes place at the mecca of sport entertainment: Madison Square Garden!
There is a mix of cheers and boos from the Philly crowd as they let the fan favorite know that New York isn’t one of their favorite places
Cameron Stone: Ha ha, I knew that would get a mixed reaction. Regardless, MSG is THE place for combat sports and as such I’ve decided to make my return to the WFWF in the big apple!
More cheers from the crowd. Cameron Stone is coming back! The inevitable “One more match!” chant starts up.
Cameron Stone: No no no… don’t get ahead of yourselves. This is not a return to the ring. I’m not coming back for a match. I will be in New York as part of the show… as guest commentator! Hi Alecia, Daniel. Warm up a seat for me. I’m coming home… and that is written in stone!
The crowd continues to cheer for Cameron Stone, slightly less emphatically as they had been as many make it known they want to see Stone wrestle again.
Alecia Matthews: That is GREAT news! Cam is coming back to save all of us from your commentary Daniel. You better be on your best behavior or you could be out of a job.
Daniel Knight: Thanks a lot Alecia. Don’t worry about me. I’m not going anywhere.
Alecia Matthews: I’m so excited. Cameron Stone back in the booth with us. I can’t wait.
Daniel Knight: That’s the next show Alecia. We still have business tonight that you and I are the ones calling. Two matches left on the card tonight and each promises to be a slobber knocker.
Alecia Matthews: Yes indeed. The main event is an International Championship match between Frank Lynn and Mak Cross but first we have two shining stars of the new generation looking to cement their place at the top of the contenders’ list.
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 he pumps his fist as the crowd pops for the energy that Jayson is radiating.
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.
Christa Adina: Ladies and gentlemen, our next match is to one fall with no time limit. Introducing first, from Evansvilla, Indiana… standing 6’ 3” and weighing 260 lbs… Jayson Sykes!
”Major System Error” by the Marmozets plays over the arena P/A system. With little other fanfare, Tyler Draven walks out on stage and down to the ring, his eyes squarely on Jayson Sykes the entire time as he ignores the negative reaction of the fans who haven’t forgiven him for his heinous assault on Trace Demon.
Christa Adina: And his opponent, from Los Angeles, California… standing 5’ 11” and weighing 180 lbs… Tyler Draven!
The referee checks each wrestler quickly and signals for the bell.
DING DING DING!
Alecia Matthews: Such an interesting match up. Two rookies with wisdom beyond their years due to their mentors, Trace Demon and Devilkiller!
Daniel knight: If Tyler is to be believed, the only mentor that matters is Trace Demon as Draven completely disrespected DevilKiller in the build up to this match. Time for him to put his money where his mouth is.
Alecia Matthews: Jayson could surprise him. It wouldn’t be the first time a braggadocios wrestler got his comeuppance from a foe he underestimated. Just look at what Mak Cross did to Frank Lynn at the last show.
Tyler and Jayson waste no time, meeting in the center of the ring for a five second stare down before Tyler kicks Jayson in the stomach. Then he drives a knee hard into Sykes’ face, followed up by chops to the chest that elicit a loud “Woo!” from the audience. Draven drives Jayson into the ring corner as he continues his assault, his chops leaving bright red welts on Sykes’ chest. Draven whips Sykes across the ring into the far corner. Draven follows him in with a running forearm smash to the head. Tyler grabs Sykes by the head and drops him to the mat face first with a running bulldog.
Daniel Knight: Tyler Draven has come out on fire.
Alecia Matthews: He learned well from Trace Demon, who approached every match with a full speed ahead always on the attack mentality.
Tyler stays on the offensive, dropping elbows to Jayson’s sternum. Tyler picks Sykes up and whips him into the ropes. Tyler hits a clothesline. Sykes bounces back up into another clothesline. Again Sykes bounces up and Tyler attempts another clothesline, but Sykes ducks under and gets behind Draven, hitting a German suplex.
Daniel Knight: Draven went to the well one too many times.
Draven gets to his feet but Sykes is waiting, whipping him into the ropes and hitting a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker. Draven grunts in pain and tries to wriggle free of Jayson’s graps, but Jayson keeps Tyler grounded with a side headlock. Draven rolls Sykes onto his shoulders.
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Sykes rolls back to the dominant position and cranks on the headlock. Draven’s face starts to turn red as he fights the hold. He tries to roll Sykes onto his shoulders again but Sykes resists. Draven counters with a knee strike to Sykes that stuns the bigger man. Tyler rolls him onto his shoulders one more time.
1…
2…
Jayson Sykes kicks out.
Alecia Matthews: I think Jayson Sykes was trying to catch his breath while keeping Tyler Draven down with the headlock.
Daniel Knight: But Tyler kept the pressure on from the bottom position and broke the hold. Smart wrestling from the rookie.
Both wrestles are on their feet. Tyler uses his size advantage to push Draven into the corner and rains down a series of punches to Tyler’s head that the crowd counts along to. Jayson gets to nine, then pauses to showboat for the crowd. Tyler uses the pause to grab Jayson, lifting him up and going for a running power bomb. Jayson’s head bounces off the mat like an over inflated basketball.
Tyler lifts Sykes to his feet and whips him into the ropes, leapfrogging Sykes on the return, then dropping down under Sykes as he rebounds off the ropes again, then dropping him back to the mat with a thunderous spine buster.
Daniel Knight: Spine to the pine!
Alecia Mtthews: Jayson Sykes may be the much bigger man but Tyler is not intimidated. He has been in charge almost the entire match.
Tyler gets into a mount position on top of Sykes and pummels him with fists and forearms. Sykes is reeling. The referee slides in close to check that Sykes can still defend himself. Sykes signals that he is fine, grabs Tyler’s wrists to stop the punishment, and then wraps his legs around Tyler locking him in a triangle choke.
Tyler fights the hold, his face twisted from the effort. Jayson holds on tight. Tyler spins around trying to get close to the ropes but the two men are in the center of the ring and he can’t reach the ropes for a break. Finally, he goes for the brute force approach, lifting Jayson Sykes off the mat and running into a corner for a buckle bomb.
Alecia Matthews: That’s how you break the triangle choke!
Daniel Knight: Tyler showed incredible strength getting all 260 pounds of Jayson Sykes off the mat for the buckle bomb.
Tyler charges in but Sykes gets his feet up and kicks Tyler in the face. Tyler staggers back and Jayson whips him into the ropes. Draven bounces off the ropes back towards Sykes who greets him with a super kick. Tyler falls to the mat and Sykes goes for the cover.
1…
2…
Tyler Draven kicks out!
Alecia Matthews: Devastating Superkick by Sykes. I thought he might end it right there.
Daniel Knight: Draven just barely kicked out. I think he was surprised as much as he was stunned as he has been in control for most of this match.
Draven yells something incomprehensible at Sykes, then charges at him and tackles him to the mat, once again getting the full mount and punishing Sykes with vicious punches. Sykes tries to counter with the triangle choke again but Tyler counters, grabbing Jayon’s legs and twisting him around into a Boston Crab. Sykes screams in pain while trying to twist free of the hold. He manages to get close enough to the ropes to grab the bottom rope. The referee calls for the break. Tyler smiles and waits until the ref counts to four before releasing Sykes.
The ref pushes Draven back so that Sykes can get to his feet. As soon as Sykes is standing again, Draven pushes the ref aside and grabs Sykes, pulling him to the center of the ring. Draven drives his knee hard into Sykes’ abdomen, driving all the air out of his lungs and doubling him over. Draven lifts Sykes up and drops him with a package pile driver onto his knees… the DEAD DEMON DRIVER!
Daniel Knight: 3D! Dead demon driver!
Alecia Matthews: This should be over. I don’t see how Jayson Sykes can kick out after that!
Tyler Draven covers the limp Jayson Sykes. The referee jumps over them into position for the count.
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2…
3!
DING DING DING!
Christ Adina: Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of the match… Tyler Draveeennn!
Daniel Knight: Impressive performance by Tyler Draven. He was dominant tonight, clearly overpowering the much larger Jayson Sykes.
Alecia Matthews: Indeed Daniel. Tyler Draven keeps his perfect record intact. As for Jayson Sykes, it’s back to the drawing board for him.
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Post by King Richius on May 2, 2018 13:09:08 GMT -5
Alecia Matthews: Before we get to the main event, a certain God of F*ck has a few words to share with us and for some insane reason Lila is letting him.
Daniel Knight: This is one of those times I think Frank Lynn may be right.
“You make me feel” hits the speakers as images of tits and drugs flash over the tron. Michael Kyzer walks out on stage to a chorus of boos. He is followed by Tugarin Zmey, his personal giant Mongolian. Kyzer walks to the ring with a giant smile on his face. How can he not smile? He has owned that b~tch Brennan since the day he came back. Finally in the ring with a mic in his Kyzer surveys the WFWF crowd. Zmey stands motionless like a statue in the corner.
Kyzer: I am Michael Kyzer and I am The God of F~ck!
Boos.
Kyzer: It is that exact kind of reaction I was hoping for at my introduction.
Kyzer laughs. The crowd boos more. People hate this guy.
Kyzer: It is exactly this despise from you people that allow me to do whatever I want in the wrestling world. I am the villain that every story needs. People hate me. I love it. They pay their money to come see which one of their heroes will actually vanquish the evil known as Michael Kyzer. This industry needs guys like me because we are what draws the ratings. We draw the crowds. It is people wanting to see guys like me lose, that keep this place going. There is one flaw in that, I am never vanquished. I am never destroyed. And I never truly lose. Frank Lynn beat me. But does it matter? Of course not. Look at his place in the pecking order and look at mine, I am still in the spotlight and he is still playing grab ass with Mak Cross and other scrubs.
People start chanting for Mak Cross. People in Philadelphia are stupid.
Kyzer: It doesn’t matter if I lose to a guy like Frank Lynn. I cemented my place in this world the day my balls dropped. I am Michael Kyzer and because I am The God of F~ck, I can return from the abyss and put myself in the main event. Because I am who I am, I can lose to virtually anyone and still be the biggest f~cking draw for this company. You want to know why? Because my ego is so f~cking big, it wouldn’t have it any other way. I am always on top. People hate me. People want to see me get crushed. People want to see me to hate me in person. There are two ways to the top of this world. You can scrap, climb and stick to your code of honor and ethics. Or you can say f~ck that, snort dope, f~ck some broads, intrigue and mystify people while pretty much kicking the sh~t out of everyone. I did the second and it is the far more entertaining path.
A grin for the camera.
Kyzer: That is the path I tried to show David Brennan back in days of The New Epoch. I thought with his anger, his love of the bottle and his passive racism, he would have a future with me and that other guy who will always be my b~tch. But he got soft and grew a vagina. What happened to you, David? When did you cut your balls off and go the transgender route? When did you become Jeffree Star?
Serious face for the camera.
Kyzer: In New York City, at Madison Square Garden, in the most famous arena in the world, I am going to commit a hate crime. I am going to smash the face of a b~tch with a freshly grown p~ssy. I am going to violently assault a b~tch who has forgotten what it takes to be a man. I am going to f~ck up David Brennan. Maybe you will surprise me and come out like the David of old. But I am not counting on it. I am starting to think that the real David Brennan is dead. It is the only way to explain it. What grown man gets stomped by a few 12 year olds? It is really pathetic.
Pause for dramatic effect.
Kyzer: After I beat David Brennan and take his title, I will prove that he was nothing but wasted potential. Then there will only be one thing left to do. Use my weight as champ to get Drakz back here so I can truly finish his career. F~ck you Philly!
Trash and other objects are being thrown at Kyzer and Zmey. People from Philly are truly trash.
The trash's attention is turned suddenly to the entrance stage, where WFWF's General Manager Lila Sleater has emerged, looking simultaneously perturbed and disgusted with the mere presence of the God of F~ck.
Lila Sleater: Do you feel better now?
Kyzer says nothing.
Lila Sleater: For weeks now, you've come out here, laying degenerative waste to David Brennan in the interest of....what? A few idle jabs? A smattering of digs at his manhood?
Kyzer looks around, surveying the crowd with a matter-of-fact look of acceptance on his face, before turning back to face Sleater.
Kyzer: Yeah, pretty much.
Lila Sleater: Always the paragon for change, Michael. Nevertheless, it's no secret lately that even I have been...well...a bit more lax with the codes of honor and ethics you alluded to earlier. You've made some serious implications about the nature of David Brennan's character. Now, I've never been one to care much for the words my talent chooses to sling at one another, so long as when the time comes to put up, they uphold their end of the bargain. You, however...you've been conspicuously absent more than you haven't as of late.
Kyzer: Better things to do.
Sleater chuckles, slightly amused at the notion.
Lila Sleater: I'm sure. Nevertheless, we've heard a whole lot of talk out of...well, a man, he says...who's chosen to back it all up with a series of sneak attacks and sucker punches. But I'm in a giving mood, so let's look past all that, and focus on what's next....Madison Square Garden.
The crowd erupts. Kyzer and Sleater remain stoic, staring death at one another.
Lila Sleater: By virtue of my own admission, you have been granted a title match against David Brennan when the WFWF descends upon New York City in just a few short weeks. David could not join us tonight, thanks to you, I'm sure, but since you've already been given the lion's share of the benefit here, I've decided to offer a bit of consolation to our champion as well. When you and David Brennan meet, you're going to have just as much opportunity to back up everything you've said thus far as David will to return every last favor you've afforded him...in a Manhattan Street Fight! No disqualifications! No holds barred! Anything goes!
The trash erupts again. Kyzer and Lila maintain the daggers between them, each affording the other the slightest smirk.
Lila Sleater: Good luck, Michael.
Alecia Matthews: Thank God it’s over. Shocking to see Kyzer come and go without shedding any blood or otherwise maiming anyone.
Daniel Knight: He didn’t need to after Lila’s blockbuster announcement. He’s going to get his chance to commit all the violence he wants to when he takes on champion David f’n Brennan in a Manhattan Street Fight!
Alecia Matthews: What was it Frank Lynn said earlier about Lila? That she’s an enabler? But enough about Brennan, Kyzer, and Sleater. The show must go on and we have a great main event coming up next.
Daniel Knight: Oh yeah… Frank Lynn defends his International Championship in a rematch against Mak Cross. One of these two is going to put up and the other is going to shut up.
A buzz of electricity travels through the arena, the fans on the edge of their seats in anticipation of the final match of the evening, the main event match for the International Championship. Adding to the tension is a video shown on the Tunatron showing highlights of the match between Mak Cross and Frank Lynn from New Day Rising, ending with Cross getting the pin and pointing at Frank’s belt.
Alecia Matthews: Mak Cross left no doubts at our last show. He beat the International Champion and then made it known he would do it again for the title.
Daniel Knight: Lila wasted no time in giving Mak his opportunity following his somewhat surprising victory which means the fans in Philly are in for a barn burner of a main event.
Christa Adina: Ladies and gentlemen, the following match is to one fall and is for the WFWF International Championship!
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 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: Entering the ring first… the challenger… from Chicago, Illinois… weighing 210 lbs. .. this is Mak Crooossssss!
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 comes out to join Frank on stage and they make a slow purposeful walk to the ring, the spotlight following each of their steps as it cycles through the colors of the spectrum. They get to the ring, walking completely around it.
Frank lets Daphne walk up the steps first and she enters the ring. She holds the ropes for Frank who 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. As he is announced, Daphne removes Frank’s coat so that the International Championship belt is on full display around his waist.
Christa Adina: Now entering the ring… from Boston, Massachusetts… weighing 232 lbs… He is the reigning, defending WFWF International Champion… the “Lethal Weapon” Frank Lyyynnnnnn!
Daphne carefully folds up Frank’s coat and exits the ring, passing the coat to a staffer with a warning to take good care of it. Frank removes the belt and holds it up over his head while doing a 360 spin to a mixed reaction from the fans. As he hands the belt to the referee, Mak steps close to place a hand on the title belt and smiles at Frank. The referee gets control of the belt, removing both wrestler’s hands from the belt so he can hold it up for the fans to see the prize up for grabs in the match. Then the referee steps to the ropes and passes the belt to a staffer who takes it to the timekeeper’s table.
Mak stands right in Frank’s face and pounds his chest, obviously overflowing with confidence. Frank stares at Mak icily.
Daniel Knight: It’s obvious which of these two men is feeling better about their chances tonight. The confidence is oozing out of Mak Cross while Frank looks a little nervous.
Alecia Matthews: He has every reason to feel confident. Frank took advantage of a seriously injured David Brennan to win the title, then came out last show and was outwrestled by Mak Cross. He hasn’t done anything to show that he is a true champion yet. The weight of the world has to be on his shoulders tonight.
Daniel Knight: On the other hand, Mak is riding high. An impressive win in his return match and a title shot his second time out. A win tonight catapults him to the top of the roster.
Alecia Matthews: We’re ready. The fans are ready. The wrestlers are ready. Let’s get it on!
DING DING DING
Frank and Mak waste no time, immediately getting into a collar and elbow lock up and jockeying for position. Mak makes an adrenaline fueled rush and backs Frank into a corner, then chops away at his chest. At first, Frank looks stunned by Mak’s intensity but the chops wake him up. He grabs Mak and spins him around reversing their positions, then hits a bunch of stiff kicks to the outside of Mak’s legs. Frank whips Mak across the ring into the opposite corner, the impact shaking the ring ropes. Frank charges in after Mak going for a flying shoulder tackle but Mak gets his legs up and over Frank, spinning around and getting Frank’s shoulders to the mat with a school boy.
1…
Frank Lynn kicks out. Mak presses on, swinging Frank into the corner and following up with a hard knee to the abdomen. He starts to punch Frank in the face. The ref grabs Cross’s arm while yelling at him: “No closed fists!” Mak holds his arms up as the ref tries to break the two men apart. It looks like Mak is going to give Frank a clean break but then he slaps Frank across the face. Even as Daphne yells from ringside about the dirty move, Frank charges Mak taking him down to the mat with a double leg takedown.
Daniel Knight: A much less technical start to the rematch. Mak came to fight!
Alecia Matthews: Mak went from zero to sixty in the blink of an eye and Frank better keep up or he will be the former champion before the night is over.
Frank gets on top of Mak and hits him with forearm smashes to the head and chest. Mak fights back, rolling them over so that he is on top so that he can return the favor. Frank reverse their positions again and continues the pounding. On more time, Mak reverses positions but they are too close to the ropes and roll off of the apron falling to the floor at Daphne’s feet.
At Daphne’s urging, Frank gets off of Mak and creates some space between the two men. They eye each other warily. The ref is shouting for them to get back in the ring. Mak feints a move towards Frank but Daphne jumps between them and points towards the ring. Frank grabs Daphne and moves her out of the way, then points to the ring and jumps on the apron, sitting on the middle rope while holding the top rope up and gesturing for Mak to get back in the ring.
Daniel Knight: Damn that Daphne, always sticking her nose where it doesn’t belong. I don’t trust her.
Alecia Matthews: She’s just doing what a good manager should do, making sure the action doesn’t get out of hand on the floor.
Daniel Knight: Right, Alecia, whatever you say. That’s why Frank had to pull her out of the way.
Mak cautiously jumps on the apron and steps between the ropes. Once he steps through the ropes, Frank also steps into the ring. Mak greets him with a kick to the stomach and a whip into the far ropes. Frank bounces off the ropes and comes back at Mak who hits a low drop kick to Frank’s knee. Frank falls to all fours on the mat. Mak follows up with a count kick to the ribs. Frank rolls onto his back clutching his stomach. Mak grabs Frank’s ankle and extends his leg out. He drops an elbow to Frank’s knee. Mak does this three more times, never releasing his viselike grip on Frank’s ankle while punishing his knee.
After the fourth elbow drop, Mak twists Frank’s leg into a spinning toe hold. Frank grimaces in pain, then kicks out at Mak with his free leg connecting with Mak’s knee and causing his leg to buckle. Mak loses his balance, awkwardly dropping to his knees one of those knees slamming right into Frank’s crotch! The crowd roars in disapproval!
Alecia Matthews: Low blow! It was obviously accidental but the crowd didn’t like It all the same.
Daniel Knight: Neither did Frank’s manager Daphne. She’s on the apron once again interjecting herself into the match!
Daphne is on the apron screaming at the referee. The referee comes over to her, getting right in her face and warning her to back off or he will eject her from ringside. Daphne reluctantly obliges, pointing past the referee at Mak Cross the entire time and telling the ref to keep an eye on the challenger.
Mak is back on his feet and continues to work on Frank’s knee, viciously stomping away at it. Frank suddenly whips his legs out and around Makes ankles, sending him face first to the mat with a drop toe hold. Frank keeps his legs locked around Mak’s leg and slaps on a crossface submission hold. Mak struggles against the hold, crawling towards the ropes. Frank tries to maneuver Mak back to the center of the ring but his knee is too weak to control his opponent. Makes hand is inches away form the bottom rope.
Daphne is on the outside of the ring and she grabs the bottom rope pulling it away from Mak Cross’s outreaching arm! The crowd boos.
Daniel Knight: What the hell! No way is Daphne just being a good manager now!
Alecia Matthews: You’ve got that right Daniel. That’s just blatant rule breaking. The ref needs to do something.
Surprisingly, it is Frank who does something before the ref can take action. Frank releases the hold on Mak and starts yelling at his manager.
Frank Lynn: Stop it! I don’t need shortcuts to beat Mak Cross.
Alecia Matthews: Well good for Frank Lynn. It’s not often you see a WFWF wrestler turn down a short cut.
Daniel Knight: You have to give it to Frank. He wants to win but he wants to do it the right way. He’s fighting for respect as much as he is for the International Championship.
The crowd agrees with the announcers, simultaneously managing to cheer for Frank Lynn and boo daphne.
Mak Cross looks on, somewhat confused but not losing focus on what everybody is here for. He grabs Frank and whips him into the ropes. Frank runs the ropes while Mak leapfrogs, then goes low, then drops Frank with a spinning heel kick. Frank gets up, his knee still bothering him bit not slowing him down. Mak tries to kick Frank in the stomach but Frank catches his leg, spins him around, wraps his arms around Mak’s waist, and flips him with an overhead german suplex, bridging for a cover.
1…
2…
Mak Cross kicks out!
They get to their feet and Frank grabs Makes head satin him up for a series of muay thai knee strikes to Mak’s head. Each strike seems to cause as much pain for Frank as for Mak.
Alecia Matthews: Frank’s knee is really bothering him from the beating Mak put on it earlier. I don’t think knee strikes are the best strategy.
Daniel Knight: It’s all about fighting through the pain. The title and respect mean everything to Frank Lynn so he’s putting it all on the line.
Frank sets a stunned Mak up for the Canadian Destoyer. He tries the move but his leg gives out. Frank maintains his hold and tries again but this time Mak blocks it causing Frank’s knee to buckle. Mak grits his teeth and lifts Frank up onto his shoulders, spins around, and drops Frank to the mat with thunderous Alabama Slam! Mak puts all his weight on Frank’s legs going for a cover.
1…
2…
Frank Lynn kicks out!
Mak gets to his feet and backs away from Frank, letting him slowly get back to his feet. Just as Frank gets to his feet, Mak leaps up onto him for a standing hurricanrana. Frank Lynn counters, turning the hurricanrana into a power bomb and going for the pin.
1…
2…
Mak Cross kicks out!
The crowd is getting very vocal, split right down the middle with fans cheering for each wrestler. Daphne pounds the ring apron trying to get them to make even more noise to pump up her man.
Mak and Frank are both back to their feet and have seemingly found their second winds. They start to exchange heavy hitting moves. Mak hits a devastating spine buster. Frank hits a Death Valley Driver. Mak hits the MC combo (Mak Irish-whips his opponent into the corner, immediately follows up with a running forearm smash, throws them to the mat, climbs the second turnbuckle and hits a jumping knee drop). Frank hits the Spaz Attack (springboard Thezs press followed immediately by a flurry of elbow smashes to the face).
Throughout all of the back and forth offensive onslaught neither man bothers to try for a pin. The crowd continues to go nuts, chanting all the familiar favorites from “This is Awesome!” to “Fight forever!”
Alecia Matthews: Unbelievable action! They both learned from their first encounter that neither man is going to give up easily so they aren’t even bothering with pin attempts.
Daniel Knight: It’s like a last man standing match. Forget about a pin or submission. It’s a question of who will punish the other so much that they can’t get up!
Frank whips Mak into the ropes and drops him with a beautiful standing dropkick. Mak staggers to his feet and Frank runs the ropes, hitting a springboard backflip into a reverse DDT. Frank rolls off Mak and heads to the corner, leaping onto the top turnbuckle to set up the five star frog splash. Somehow, Mak gets to his feet and staggers around, seeing Frank out of the corner of his eye. Mak tries to get out of Frank’s way and ends up stumbling into the ropes causing them to shake. Frank loses his balance and crotches himself on the top turnbuckle!
Mak uses the ropes for support and approaches Frank, reaching out and trying to grab him. Frank tries to evade Mak’s grip and ends up falling off the ropes, bouncing off the ring apron and down to the floor. Mak slides out of the ring, slowly regaining his senses as he stalks the dazed defending champion.
Daphne steps in between Mak and Frank, slapping Mak’s face! The crowd is extremely loud in their disapproval which only fires up Daphne and she slaps Mak again!
Daniel Knight: Daphne is at it again! This is enough! The ref needs to get rid of her!
Alecia Matthews: You are so right! Daphne is irate that Mak just hit Frank with a second low blow this match, even though both times were accidental. She is out of control and has to go!
The referee gives up on his count and jumps down to the floor. The referee and Daphne get into a very loud argument that we won’t transcribe because we don’t condone that kind of language. Frank Lynn slowly regains his composure and grabs Daphne’s shoulder, spinning her around so they are face to face.
Frank Lynn: Enough! This is not how I want to win! Leave! Just get out now before you do any more damage!
Frank Lynn makes the traditional “you’re ejected” motion at Daphne. Everybody is shocked. The referee, Mak Cross, the fans, and especially Daphne herself. Frank Lynn is ejecting his own manager.
Daphne actually pouts, sticking her lower lip out like a teenage girl whose phone batteries died in mid-text. Frank gestures for her to leave again. The referee interjects, reminding Daphne that he too wants her to leave and his word is law. Mak Cross watch the soap opera play out in front of him, using every second of it to catch his breath and recover from the brutal match.
It takes a minute or so but finally, Daphne walks up the ramp screaming the entire time at Frank.
Daphne Velasquez: You better not lose Frank! I don’t manage losers! I manage champions! You better beat the rat-faced maricon!
The crowd sings her up the ramp to the tune of “Na na na na! Hey hey hey! Goodbye!”
The ref tells both wrestles to get back in the ring, then slides under the top rope and starts a new count.
Mak Cross gets in to the ring first, Frank Lynn watching him while massaging his knee. Frank shakes it out, apparently happy with how much better it feels and jumps on the apron to enter the ring. Out of no where, Mak clotheslines Frank, who falls to the apron hard on his head. He drags Frank under the bottom rope into the ring and hits a straight jacket neckbreaker. Mak keeps applying the pressure, lifting Frank up and dropping him back down with a dragon suplex. He bridges for a cover.
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2…
Frank grabs the bottom rope for a break!
Alecia Matthews: So close! Mak can almost feel the championship around his waist.
Daniel Knight: Has Mak pushed Frank to his limit again just like their last match? Frank didn’t kick out, he grabbed the ropes!
Alecia Matthes: Hard to say Daniel. Frank could be running out of gas or he could be conserving energy.
Mak stomps on Frank several times to make sure he stays down, then ascends to the top turnbuckle. He stands tall and signals to the crowd that the Frog Splash is coming. He takes too much time though and Frank rolls out of the ring to the floor. Mak adjusts his stance so that he is facing Frank again and leaps off the turnbuckle for the big splash. Frank waits til just the right moment and then leaps up, hitting Mak in the abdomen with a dropkick! Both men crash the floor, Mak in pain and Frank in exhaustion.
HOLY SH*T! HOLY SH*T! HOLY SH*T!
The referee starts his count. 1… 2… 3… 4…
Frank lies on the floor taking deep breaths, looking completely spent. Then, he suddenly kips up to feet and shouts for all to hear.
Frank Lynn: I’m not done! I got plenty left!
Mak grabs the apron and pulls himself to his feet. He turns to face Frank. Frank charges Mak, spearing him into the ring steps!
The referee continues his count. 7… 8… 9…
Frank rolls under the ropes to break the count, then just as quickly rolls back out to stand on the apron. Mak staggers to his feet and slams the ring steps in frustration. He turns towards the ring. Frank gets a running start and leaps off the apron hitting Mak in the face with a flying knee!
Alecia Matthews: Oh my God! Frank just kicked Mak into next week!
Daniel Knight: He needs to get it back into the ring so he can end this now.
Frank slides into the ring and leans against the ropes while the referee starts another count.
1… 2… 3…
Mak has somehow pulled himself to his feet again and is leaning against the security barrier.
4… 5… 6…
Frank Lynn: Not this time!
Frank grabs the top rope, then pulls himself up for a springboard spinning leg drop to the back of Mak’s neck! The crowd goes wild!
Alecia Matthews: Frank Lynn learned his lesson after their last match. No way was he going to wait in the ring for Mak Cross to use the entire twenty count to recover.
Daniel Knight: He’s living up to his “lethal weapon” nickname the past few minutes. I don’t know how Mak is even standing.
Actually, Mak isn’t standing. He’s on his knees while Frank looms over him. The referee continues his count.
9… 10…11…
Frank grabs Mak and slams him into the ring apron.
12… 13… 14…
Frank slams Mak’s head into the ring post.
15… 16… 17…
Frank lifts Mak up and rolls him into the ring, quickly getting into the ring too to break the count.
Mak stumbles around the ring, his head and arms hanging limply as he seems to be barely aware of where he is. Frank charges at him for a clothesline.
Suddenly, Mak comes to life ducking under Frank’s arm, spinning around behind Frank. He jumps up and takes Frank down with a flying head scissors straight into a cross armbreaker!
Daniel Knight: Holy crap! Was Mak playing possum?
Alecia Matthews: Amazing counter! Amazing match!
Frank tries to block the arm breaker, locking his hands together to Mak can’t stretch his arm out straight. Frank struggles to his feet lifting Mak up and charges into the corner slamming Mak into the turnbuckles and breaking the hold. Frank staggers backwards and Mak comes firing out of the corner with a clothesline that flips Frank over so that he crashes down on his face.
Mak jumps onto the top turnbuckle and wastes no time showboating this time. He immediately flies off for a frog splash.
Frank gets his knees up! Mak crashes and burns!
Daniel Knight: Frank has tried and failed enough frog splashes in his time to know exactly how to counter the move.
Frank grabs Mak and positions Mak’s head between his legs. He takes a deep breath and slices his thumb along his throat. Then he hits the Canadian Destroyer!
Alecia Matthews: That’s it! This has to be over!
Daniel Knight: I don’t think so…
Frank does not go for the cover. Instead, he leaps onto the top turnbuckles and points to the sky, then leaps off hitting a majestic five star frog splash.
Alecia Matthews: Okay, that HAS to be it! Mak is done.
Daniel Knight: I don’t think so. Frank hasn’t forgotten or forgiven that Mak hit him with TWO Cross-Overs to finish him in their last match. Frank is sending a message!
Indeed, Frank does not go for the pin. Instead, he rolls Mak over and locks in the DASOCHOKU! Mak struggles to break the hold, writhing around like a snake but to no avail. Frank gets his legs grapevined around Mak’s waist and cranks up the pressure.
The crowd starts to chant.
TAP! TAP! TAP!
The referee gets in close and checks Cross. He lifts his Mak’s arm and it drops back to the mat. Then he sees Mak’s eyes roll up into his head. The ref signals to the timekeeper.
Daniel Knight: Frank Lynn has put Mak Cross to sleep! This match is over!
Alecia Matthews: Frank threw everything short of the kitchen sink at Mak, including all three of his finishers! What a match!
DING DING DING!
Christa Adina: Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of the match and STILL International Champion… the “Lethal Weapon” Frank Lyyynnnnnn!
Frank releases Mak from the Dasochoku and somewhat gingerly parades around the ring, snatching the belt from the referee and not bothering to let him raise Frank’s arm in victory. Frank ascends the ropes in one corner and holds the belt high with one hand while beating his chest with the other and screaming to the crowd.
Frank Lynn: I am the champ! I earned this! Kyzer ain’t got sh*t on me!
For the most part, the crowd are cheering for Frank Lynn, but there are still a few disgruntled former revolutionaries who haven’t forgiven him adding some jeers to the cheers. The referee and a medic are taking care of Mak, using smelling salts to wake him up so they can get him out of the ring.
Alecia Matthews: It’s been one hell of a night here in Philadelphia, capped off by a five star classic between International Champion Frank Lynn and a contender we surely haven’t heard the last from in Mak Cross.
Daniel Knight: A great night indeed Alecia. And next time out, it will be even greater as the WFWF comes to New York City! You just know each and every wrestler on the roster will be out to make a huge impression on the biggest stage of them all… Madison Square Garden!
Alecia Matthews: We already know the main event is Brennan vs Kyzer in a Manhattan Street Fight for the WFWF Championship. What other matches will there be that could steal the show? You do not want to miss it!
Daniel Knight: We’ll see you all at MSG! Good night folks!
The show closes with a shot of Frank Lynn in the ring with his belt, now rejoined by his manager Daphne who is all smiles, apparently having forgotten all the drama from earlier in the evening because her man is still the International Champion.
Fade to black…
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Post by King Richius on May 2, 2018 13:13:09 GMT -5
Sorry for the minor delay in getting the show up but I think it was worth the wait. Thanks to @ballparkb0b , @kenshin , CM Poor , & Kyzer for their contributions and a hearty welcome back to Cameron Stone , even if its only to add a third voice to the commentary team for one show. New show sign up coming soon. It takes place at MSG, in case you haven't heard already - I'm starting to sound like Michael Cole shilling the Network for just $9.99. Hoping for a big showing with some inspired matches and segments.
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Post by CM Poor on May 2, 2018 15:25:32 GMT -5
Lest it becomes an issue, I want to just step up and take the bulk of the ownership here for the delay on this show. On this one, I committed to way more than I feasibly had time for (which, granted, was not much to begin with), and when the time I'd penciled in to focus on my commitments here became reallocated, I was left with no out in the matter. Sucks. I'm not looking for sympathy in the matter, but I'm a busy guy. Is what it is. Props to King Richius for churning this one out largely solo - this is the first show since taking hold that I've read all of two things going into it. Everyone give it up for that guy. New folks - I'll get you on the roster page this week-ish.
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Post by King Richius on May 2, 2018 18:08:08 GMT -5
Props to King Richius for churning this one out largely solo. Yep, all those damn typos are on me. Gonna' have to do some editing eventually right now because typos drive me crazy. Hopefully you all got the point anyway.
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Post by Deleted on May 2, 2018 19:51:31 GMT -5
What a show! Good job everyone!
I love the Billy Broom character! Reminds me of Barry Horowitz in a way.
"Arrive. Raise Hell. Leave" can pretty much sum up Reina's debut. It was awesome!
Kyzer is my new favorite heel.
The last two matches....wow. Just wow. Excellent!
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Post by Kyzer on May 3, 2018 0:07:05 GMT -5
Kyzer is my new favorite heel. You have good taste.
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