WFWF Destroy What You Enjoy - Results!
Oct 10, 2019 20:16:57 GMT -5
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Post by Thunder on Oct 10, 2019 20:16:57 GMT -5
The Father: Hello again my children...it has been too long since we last spoke
He smirks sinisterly.
The Father: Tonight I take on Daisy...The Delicate Little Flower...Now I am not going to take her lightly...she hasn’t won a single match yet while she has been here...so I don’t expect this to be an easy match for me...as I am coming off my recent defeat at the hands of Billy Broom
He sighs.
The Father: But that is okay...As I have already discussed...the seals won’t always be of good use for us...but this third seal...I feel like it will be beneficial to us...to our community...to our...family
As Luke says family he is joined by his youngest brother...who kneels so his face is actually in frame, so we can fully see the mask he is wearing for the first time.
The Father: I will not be joined by Wolf tonight...as I do not not know where he is...instead I will be joined by my youngest brother...The Judge...as I stated in my previous video...do not do anything that will cause him to have an outburst Daisy...as it will prove to be bad for your health...both physically and mentally...tonight Daisy...I send you down the path to redemption...and this match will be the first step!
After the two brothers stare into the camera with a sense of dread and uncomfortable foreboding in the background, the feed is suddenly lost.
After the two brothers stare into the camera with a sense of dread and uncomfortable foreboding in the background, the feed is suddenly lost.
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We then see the arrival of Lila Sleater and Kris Kash. Lila is all business, dressed in a suit with pinstripe pants. Her leather boots click on the concrete floor as she walks ahead her assistant.
Kris Kash, on the other hand is wearing a sleek black suit with gold stripes down the sleeves and pants. His gold dress shoes glisten under the lights.
Something on is phone has Kris grinning from ear to ear.
Kris Kash: Check this out!
He hovers behind Sleater, putting his phone in front of her.
Something happens that causes Kris to snort and laugh while Sleater watches on in horror.
Lila Sleater: What’s so funny about that?
Kris Kash: It’s the screaming that’s funny.
Lila Sleater: I don’t see the humor in watching a man break his leg.
Kash just shrugs and continues browsing on his phone until a voice calls his name.
?: Oi Kris!
The multi-billionaire stops in his tracks and turns to face the unknown man.
?: So I’m just another obsessed fan now, really?
Kris Kash: Excuse me?
The smaller man with raggedy hair and face tattoos scoffs.
?: Don’t play dumb with me. You know exactly who I am.
Lila walks over in between both men.
Lila Sleater: Uhh, Kris – is there a problem here?
Kash is unusually quiet, he just stares at the man with the half black, half pink hair standing in front of him.
Kris Kash: No, it’s not a problem. It’s just someone that’s clearly in love with me because they won’t leave me alone.
?: Why don’t you tell your boss here about you for-
Kris Kash: Security! Security! Security!
The other man laughs as two large men come and stand behind him.
Kris Kash: This stalker is trespassing!
?: Woooooow, Kris! What a bitch move! You’re just afraid because I know –
Kris Kash: Get him out of here! Get this obsessed mark out of here! Go! Go!
The other man can be heard shouting obscenities as he’s taken away. Kash remains focused on the man until he’s completely out of his sight and out of the arena.
Lila watches on, confused.
Lila Sleater: What was that about?
Kris turns around to face the boss.
Kris Kash: I’m sorry. That guy has been stalking me and harassing me on social media and I…I kinda panicked.
Lila frowns, sympathizing with her business partner.
Lila Sleater: I’m sorry to hear that. We’ll beef up security at the next show if that makes you feel better.
Kris Kash: Nahh, it’s okay. That’ll be the last I hear from him. Did you see how he looked? He was probably high on bath salts and whatnot and what was up with that hair? Damn delinquent.
Lila sighs once the situation has been dealt with.
Kris Kash: Let’s go, Bellbottoms. We have a show to run!
And just like that, the boss and her assistant walk to their office as we go to ringside.
There is much pyro and ballyhoo, especially the ballyhoo. Never has there been this much ballyhoo.
Alecia Matthews: Welcome to Destroy What You Enjoy! We have quite the show coming to you tonight from Minneapolis.
Maxwell Dachs: We certainly do! And I'm glad to see you've worn your Halloween costume for the occasion, Alecia.
Alecia Matthews: Oh shut up.
Maxwell Dachs: But it really is a great show. We've got a huge rematch in our main event. Plus, Billy Broom faces his biggest challenge yet against Tugarin Zmey and we've got some fresh debuts. I couldn't have booked a better show if I tried myself.
Alecia Matthews: That's not exactly saying much. Anyway, let's go to the ring for our opening contest!
An electric guitar riff begins to play from the PA system, followed immediately by female vocals, lights of all colors flashing in sync to the song. Then a petite yet muscular woman in a glossy mask – MAIM runs out through the curtain. She adjusts her mask as she sees the crowd and politely slaps hands to those reaching out. She specifically makes an effort to catch the hands of children.
Christa Adina: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, making her WFWF debut…..MAIM!
Maxwell Dachs: Why must such a fit woman hide her beautiful face from the world?
Alecia Matthews: I really like her mask. I love the little nose.
Maxwell Dachs: I would love being her workout buddy.
Alecia Matthews: Ugh.
Maxwell Dachs: Get your mind out of the gutter, Matty! I mean it literally. Look at those biceps!
She tumbles between the bottom and second rope to enter the ring and pumps up the crowd as she circles around the ring. She winks at the camera with a sheepish smile until the arena goes black.
Then, a pair of haunting, choir voices echo throughout the arena, followed by the melodic voice, backed up by drums and a distant guitar -
Oh, I'll never kill myself to save my soul
I was gone, but how was I to know?
I didn't come this far to sink so low
I'm finally holding on to letting go
I'll never kill myself to save my soul
I'm finally holding on to letting go
The song builds and builds, the vocals, drums and guitar until...
I'm finally holding on to letting go!
The banging of the drums are thick and the guitar rips through the speakers causing the arena to shake as the song continues to rip and shred, echoing into the sky.
Christa Adina: And her opponent, from Indianapolis, Indiana, weighing in at two hundred and twenty pounds.....Johnny Mason!
Johnny Mason the steps out from the curtain with his hands on his waist. The black hoodie that he’s wearing hides his face and he seems to be taking his time as he walks down the ramp, head down.
Alecia Matthews: Mason impressed at Hell when he beat Daisy in a –
Maxwell Dachs: He didn’t beat Daisy – he…..destroyed her!
Alecia Matthews: …….did you really just cut me off to make a pun?
Maxwell Dachs: Affirmative.
Mason makes his way down to the ring, focusing on his opponent before posing in the corner.
DING! DING! DING!
Mason immediately goes on the offensive, drilling MAIM in the face with hard shots.
Maxwell Dachs: Mason hasn’t even taken off his hoodie!
MAIM does the best she can but it isn’t enough to protect her from the wrath of a grieving father. Referee Evan Stone (no relation to Cameron Stone) separates the two but Mason shoves him aside, heading right towards MAIM until…
Maxwell Dachs: WHOA! Did you see that, Matty??
Alecia Matthews: Yes! That was super cool!
The crowd thinks so too, as MAIM managed to headstand on the top rope, avoiding a running knee from Mason and then sling-shotting herself behind him.
MAIM then follows up with forearm shots but Mason pushes her down. As his breath trembles, he takes off his hoodie and stomps over to MAIM but she slides in between his legs, nailing him with a high leaping dropkick to the back!
Maxwell Dachs: Look at the height!
That isn’t enough to hurt Mason who turns his body around, going for a spinning back fist but MAIM ducks and rams Mason into the corner.
Shoulder thrusts from MAIM. Mason screams before clubbing her back with a double axe handle!
He then grabs MAIM and throws her shoulder-first into the ring post!
She wails before falling to the outside. Mason paces back-and-forth, running his hands through his hair. He then starts to mouth words to himself and shake his head violently.
Maxwell Dachs: Is Mason…okay?
Alecia Matthews: I’m sure there’s a lot on his mind right now.
Maxwell Dachs: My goodness, he looks like a man possessed.
Mason then slides underneath the bottom rope, meeting his opponent on the outside as he continues mouthing words to himself. He grabs the tassels from MAIM’s mask in an attempt to pick her up, but she quickly kips up, dropkicking Mason into the barricades – and lands on her feet in one, swift motion!
MAIM then charges towards Mason at full speed and drills him in the head with a leaping gameguri!
Maxwell Dachs: OH MY! MAIM putting the smack in smackdown here in Minneapolis!
The stiff kick sends Mason over the barricade and into the crowd with MAIM on the opposite side.
With the rowdy crowd energizing the debuting MAIM, she gets up and climbs onto the barricade.
The crowd watches on in anticipation as Mason comes to…
Alecia Matthews: LOOK AT HER FLY!
Lights flashing from the crowd, MAIM hits a senton on Mason, sending both competitors crashing and burning on the cold, concrete floor!
Alecia Matthews: MAIM is looking to impress in her debut match!
MAIM is the first one up, jumping up-and-down in celebration as if she’s surprised to have hit such a high-risk move.
Maxwell Dachs: Oh my, she’s adorbs.
Alecia Matthews: Yeah, she's very quirky! In fact, she kinda reminds me of -
Matthews is cut off when they see Mason shove MAIM back into the barricades! He runs his fingers through his hair again before letting out a bloodcurdling scream!
At full throttle, Mason charges towards MAIM -
SMACK!
Alecia Matthews: OH MY! European uppercut to the face!
MAIM’s lifeless body slumps over the barricade, her body bunched up against the black padding around ringside.
Mason climbs over, grabs MAIM and throws her back inside the ring.
He immediately hooks the leg.
1!
2!
MAIM kicks out!
Mason again mounts her, grabbing her mask as he punches her in the face but MAIM uses her legs to kick Mason!
Despite being pinned down, her kicks are stiff, stiff enough to make a smacking sound against Mason’s spine.
After another kick to the spine, MAIM manages to slide out from underneath Mason, bounce off the ropes and dropkick Mason!
Bouncing off the ropes, Mason lunges towards his opponent but she leaps into the air –
Alecia Matthews: WHOA! Look at that move!
Using her legs, she wraps them around Mason head, taking him down with a headscissors but then –
The crowd pops!
Alecia Matthews: Armbar! She has an armbar locked in!
Maxwell Dachs: With enough force, MAIM could snap a bone or two!
Wrenching away at the vulnerable body part, MAIM torques the arm of her opponent with everything she has! Mason screams in pain while trying to adjust himself to a more defensive position.
The referee asks Mason if he wants to quit but he refuses! Using his other arm, Mason grabs onto MAIM and with proper footing, he lifts her off the mat!
Alecia Matthews: Look at the strength of Johnny Mason!
MAIM’s eye grow wide once she realizes that she’s up in the air, hanging on to an arm. With little struggle, Mason drops MAIM on her head!
Maxwell Dachs: Ugh, seeing heads bounce like that always make me nauseous.
But, MAIM doesn’t let go!
The crowd comes unglued!
Alecia Matthews: MAIM isn’t letting go! She’s holding on for dear life!!
Maxwell Dachs: She’s making Mason exert so much energy by doing that. Not only is she beautiful but she’s got great ring awareness too!
Still holding on to Mason’s arm, MAIM continues to torque the arm as best as she can but again, Mason manages to lift her up over his head and slam her down on the mat!
But she refuses to let go!
Mason, grimacing uses all his strength to again lift MAIM off the mat but this time –
BAM!
BAM!
BAM!
BAM!
Alecia Matthews: Oh God….
Her head repeatedly bounces off the mat, causing her to let go. Mason gets her up on both knees before drilling her in the face with a forearm shot.
Mason screams, tugging at his hair before bouncing off the ropes –
SMACK!
The crowd groans as MAIM violently jerks her head backward as it just connected with Mason’s knee!
The rookie refuses to go down, her body weaving back-and-forth.
Mason again shoots himself off the ropes, smacking MAIM across the face with a violent running knee!
She goes down but Mason screams again. He paces back-and-forth, his hands in his hair, his lips quivering.
Maxwell Dachs: Umm….what is going on?
Alecia Matthews: I think Mason is starting to lose it.
Mason appears to be on the verge of a breakdown, sitting in the corner, hitting himself in the head.
Johnny Mason: No! No! NO! NO!!!
With tears in his eyes, Mason sits up and walks over to MAIM, grabs her by the tassels from her mask and drags her lifeless body to the corner.
He braces her against the corner before –
SMACK!
The crowd groans at the knife edge chop from Mason to MAIM’s chest.
SMACK!
Another one! MAIM yelps, placing her hands on her chest as she crumbles to the floor.
SMACK!
A large red welt appears on MAIM’s chest, her groaning in pain.
Mason backs away, not taking his eyes off his opponent – before bolting towards her, screaming at the top of his lungs!
Alecia Matthews: OH! Running knee to the back!
Maxwell Dachs: We saw this with Daisy at the Hell show and that didn’t end well for her!
Mason backs away again before charging towards MAIM, driving his knees right into her spine!
Almost instantly, Mason gives himself some space before running towards MAIN again until –
Alecia Matthews: MAIM MOVED! MAIM MOVED!!
Mason crashes into the corner, stunning him. MAIM, although in pain manages to get up. She lets out a scream of her own before blasting off towards Mason!
SMACK!
Alecia Matthews: OH MY! WHAT A KICK TO THE HEAD!
Maxwell Dachs: We saw that move earlier and it did some damage then!
The sound of MAIM’s boot connecting with Mason’s head echoes through the arena as she continues the onslaught on Mason.
Hard, stiff kicks to the chest of her opponent only serve to put the crowd into a frenzy!
MAIM!
MAIM!
MAIM!
MAIM!
MAIM!
Alecia Matthews: The WFWF fans have accepted MAIM as one to cheer for! Listen to them!
MAIM swings her leg around, going for another kick but Mason grabs her boot –
Alecia Matthews: ENZIGURI!
Maxwell Dachs: OH MY! I’M IN LOVE!
Mason is stunned, moving away from his speedy opponent. Like a bolt of lightning, MAIM springboards off the rope and drills Mason in the face with a wheel kick!
Mason is hurt but that doesn’t keep him down long. MAIM stands on the middle rope and launches herself forward, sending Mason back first into the corner!
MAIM immediately runs towards Mason but he grabs her, sending her high in the air, going for a powerbomb but she counters!
Alecia Matthews: Headscissors from – OH MY GOD!!! OH MY GOD!!!!!
Maxwell Dachs: WHAT JUST HAPPENED?!
In mid-air, MAIM reversed the move, spiking Mason on his head with a pop-up Canadian Destroyer!
MAIM scurries to her opponent, hooking the leg!
1!
2!
Alecia Matthews: MASON KICKED OUT!! MASON KICKED OUT!!!
Maxwell Dachs: HOW?!
An out of breath MAIM can’t believe it! She adjusts her mask, trying to catch her breath, thinking of what to do next.
Somehow, Mason is still moving after the devastating move. MAIM eyes the turnbuckle – and a big smile emerges.
Maxwell Dachs: Ahhh, she’s so beautiful!
Alecia Matthews: Could you please focus on her actual ability instead of her looks?
Maxwell Dachs: I’m sorry, I just….can’t help it. It’s like she’s an angel who fell from heaven….
Alecia Matthews: Dear God almighty.
MAIM crawls towards the turnbuckle away from Mason and starts climbing to the top, albeit slowly.
She manages to muster enough strength to stand at the very top of the turnbuckle, her hands straight up in the air.
Once Mason stumbles to his feet, MAIM soars…
Alecia Matthews: WHAT A MOVE!!!! THAT’S GOTTA BE IT!!!
MAIM drills Mason with Kismet, her finishing move! Mason lies still, his arms folded away from him in an awkward position.
MAIM rushes to her opponent, turns him over and hooks the leg!
1!
2!
3!
DING! DING! DING!
The crowd goes wild for the rookie who just won her debut match!
Christa Adina: Here is your winner…..MAIM!
The gravity of the situation has yet to hit her – until referee Evan Stone raises her arm in victory then MAIM proceeds to jump up and down, celebrating!
Alecia Matthews: This was one hell of a way to kick off tonight’s broadcast! Man, MAIM is a lot to fun to watch! The sky is certainly the limit for her!
Maxwell Dachs: It’s safe to say that I’m a big MAIM fan.
Alecia Matthews: Yeah. You made that crystal-clear tonight.
Maxwell Dachs: For someone who doesn’t have the experience, she certainly can go!
Alecia Matthews: Wow, that…that’s the sincerest thing you’ve said about her all night. I certainly look forward to seeing what the future has in store for her!
Maxwell Dachs: I certainly look forward to seeing more of her in general.
Alecia Matthews: Aaaaaaand you just ruined it. Good job.
The overly excited MAIM runs around ringside, giving all the fans – especially the kids high-fives, jumping with joy and celebrating.
Her opponent, on the other hand is unconscious with the referee making sure that Mason is okay. MAIM makes her way up the ramp, celebrating, smiling and waving to the fans before making her way to the back.
Alecia Matthews: Are you ready for our next match?
Maxwell Dachs: What happens if I say I'm not?
Alecia Matthews: Nothing, really. I'm just trying to create some dialogue.
Maxwell Dachs: Well, screw you then.
Alecia Matthews: Let's just go to the ring for our next . . .
Suddenly the lights go off and the Tunatrom snaps to life, static filling the screen and the P/A system. A guitar riff very familiar to any Rob Zombie fans plays as the static on the giant screen gives way to a smoke filled room, a crowd of barely visible people gathered around the apron of a wrestling ring as a man stands in the ring playing guitar.
Shrouded in smoke and shadows, quick glimpses of his face coming in flashes of a strobe light, the man starts to sing.
Use my body to keep you alive
Give it to me, give it to me
Yeah, I'm on Durango number 95
Take me to the home, kick boots and ultra live
See heaven flash a horror show
Knock it nice and smooth step back and watch it blow, yeah
Never gonna stop me, never gonna stop
Never gonna stop me, never gonna stop
Never gonna stop me, never gonna stop
Never gonna stop me, never gonna stop
Give it to me, give it to me
The music fades as the man walks towards the corner of the ring, gently placing the guitar against the turnbuckles, and crossing his arms while leaning on the top rope. Finally his face is revealed.
It is Frank Lynn.
He does not look happy.
I’m so very sorry I can’t be there in person tonight but I don’t think I could take another night of the WFWF kissing the ass of it’s returning hero Thunder.
Correct me if I’m wrong but I won our match in Hell, right?
I’m still the International Champion, right?
I’m the new record holder, right?
So why is Thunder getting another huge chunk of the spotlight tonight? He hasn’t done jack f***ing sh*t to deserve it. I showed him for the fraud he was and still is. I have no f***s to give about his plans for the future in or out of the WFWF.
I am the new constant of the WFWF. The suits can bring back as many former champions as they want. It won’t change that fact. I’ve worked hard to get where I am and for the most part I’ve done it the right way, in the ring winning fair and clean matches.
Which brings me to my point.
No more Mr. Nice Guy.
The shot zooms in close so all you can see is Frank’s face. The intensity in his unblinking eyes is matched by the tautness of his features. He’s on the edge of losing control as something is obviously bothering him.
I have earned a World Championship title match. I’ve done far more in the past two years than Penny Shannon or Kyzer yet they got title shots while I sat on the sidelines and waited for my chance. I’ve talked sh*t about Drakz and Zmey for months ’til I’m blue in the face. It isn’t working. I don’t have your attention. You keep throwing flaming hoops in front of me to jump through.
A vein on Frank’s forehard pulses disturbingly. He’s working up to something big. The audience and announcers watch on in silent anticipation.
I won’t jump through one more damn flaming hoop. I’m through with defending my title against aging relics of the past with ego issues or the flavor of the month hotshot rookie or multi-man multi-match gauntlet clusterf***s.
I don’t have to jump through your hoops. I’ve only done so out of the goodness of my heart and a good faith attempt to play within the rules.
I have a no fine/suspend/fire clause in my contract so I can tell you where to stick your flaming hoops and you can’t do sh*t about it.
Frank pauses, as if he predicted the roar of the audience that would follow his last statement. Frank is making a stand for himself and he has the backing of the fans.
I’m through waiting. I will have a title match against either Drakz or Tugarin Zmey. I crave competition of the highest level and those two are it. I NEED to test myself against the survivor of their title match. I NEED to know am I good enough to not only be one of the best but to simply be THE best.
So listen up very closely Lila or “Carrot Top” Kash or the Board of Directors or the midget living under the ring, whichever one of you is actually running this sh*t show.
You will give me a shot at the World Champion no later than Survival of the Fittest.
Another well timed pause in the video by Frank as the crowd chants wildly YES! YES! YES!
In case you missed it, allow me to repeat myself.
You will give me a shot at the World Champion no later than Survival of the Fittest.
If I don’t get what I want, then I walk…
A brief pause as Frank allowed for jaws to drop at the coup de grace to his ultimatum. His grim visage changes slowly. He smiles, an evil smile usually reserved for use by his manager Daphne.
…straight into an eight digit payday fighting the GFL World Heavyweight Champion at their anniversary super show GFL 250 in Las Vegas, which just happens to be on the same weekend as Survival of the Fittest.
Come hell or high water, I will be fighting for a World Championship that weekend. It’s your call. Will I be in Manchester in a wrestling ring or Las Vegas in an octagon?
Do I have your attention now?
I give you until Light Up The Sky in Brighton where all you have to do is meet me in the ring and say one word: Yes or No.
I have earned a title shot.
I want it. The fans want it.
Make the right choice.
I’ll see you in Brighton.
The camera shot zooms out as Frank Lynn picks up the guitar, strides to the middle of the ring, and starts playing “Never Gonna’ Stop” again, picking up with a ripping guitar solo interspersed with still images of Frank standing over defeated opponents from Lucas Crowe to Trace Demon to Ante Whitner to Thunder. The solo ends and the shot focuses on Frank once again, slowly zooming in closer and closer until only his face is shown as he sings the final chorus. It is a picture of intensity, frustration, and rage. Not the face of a man you should f*** with.
Never gonna stop me, never gonna stop
Never gonna stop me, never gonna stop
Never gonna stop me, never gonna stop
Never gonna stop me, never gonna stop
Scream if you want it 'cause I want more
Scream if you want it 'cause I want more
The Tunatron fades to black, the final lyrics echoing throughout the arena: I want more! The fans are screaming for Frank Lynn, chanting in unison even louder than Frank’s guitar playing just moments ago.
WE WANT FRANK!
WE WANT FRANK!
WE WANT FRANK!
Alecia Matthews: Damn, Frank Lynn just threw down the gauntlet. And he's made it exactly clear what he wants.
Maxwell Dachs: The question is, will he get it?
Alecia Matthews: It's clear it won't be pretty if he doesn't.
Matthew Dachs: And the other question is, will we now get to the next match without interruption?
Alecia Matthews: Only one way to find out!
Kris Kash, on the other hand is wearing a sleek black suit with gold stripes down the sleeves and pants. His gold dress shoes glisten under the lights.
Something on is phone has Kris grinning from ear to ear.
Kris Kash: Check this out!
He hovers behind Sleater, putting his phone in front of her.
Something happens that causes Kris to snort and laugh while Sleater watches on in horror.
Lila Sleater: What’s so funny about that?
Kris Kash: It’s the screaming that’s funny.
Lila Sleater: I don’t see the humor in watching a man break his leg.
Kash just shrugs and continues browsing on his phone until a voice calls his name.
?: Oi Kris!
The multi-billionaire stops in his tracks and turns to face the unknown man.
?: So I’m just another obsessed fan now, really?
Kris Kash: Excuse me?
The smaller man with raggedy hair and face tattoos scoffs.
?: Don’t play dumb with me. You know exactly who I am.
Lila walks over in between both men.
Lila Sleater: Uhh, Kris – is there a problem here?
Kash is unusually quiet, he just stares at the man with the half black, half pink hair standing in front of him.
Kris Kash: No, it’s not a problem. It’s just someone that’s clearly in love with me because they won’t leave me alone.
?: Why don’t you tell your boss here about you for-
Kris Kash: Security! Security! Security!
The other man laughs as two large men come and stand behind him.
Kris Kash: This stalker is trespassing!
?: Woooooow, Kris! What a bitch move! You’re just afraid because I know –
Kris Kash: Get him out of here! Get this obsessed mark out of here! Go! Go!
The other man can be heard shouting obscenities as he’s taken away. Kash remains focused on the man until he’s completely out of his sight and out of the arena.
Lila watches on, confused.
Lila Sleater: What was that about?
Kris turns around to face the boss.
Kris Kash: I’m sorry. That guy has been stalking me and harassing me on social media and I…I kinda panicked.
Lila frowns, sympathizing with her business partner.
Lila Sleater: I’m sorry to hear that. We’ll beef up security at the next show if that makes you feel better.
Kris Kash: Nahh, it’s okay. That’ll be the last I hear from him. Did you see how he looked? He was probably high on bath salts and whatnot and what was up with that hair? Damn delinquent.
Lila sighs once the situation has been dealt with.
Kris Kash: Let’s go, Bellbottoms. We have a show to run!
And just like that, the boss and her assistant walk to their office as we go to ringside.
There is much pyro and ballyhoo, especially the ballyhoo. Never has there been this much ballyhoo.
Alecia Matthews: Welcome to Destroy What You Enjoy! We have quite the show coming to you tonight from Minneapolis.
Maxwell Dachs: We certainly do! And I'm glad to see you've worn your Halloween costume for the occasion, Alecia.
Alecia Matthews: Oh shut up.
Maxwell Dachs: But it really is a great show. We've got a huge rematch in our main event. Plus, Billy Broom faces his biggest challenge yet against Tugarin Zmey and we've got some fresh debuts. I couldn't have booked a better show if I tried myself.
Alecia Matthews: That's not exactly saying much. Anyway, let's go to the ring for our opening contest!
An electric guitar riff begins to play from the PA system, followed immediately by female vocals, lights of all colors flashing in sync to the song. Then a petite yet muscular woman in a glossy mask – MAIM runs out through the curtain. She adjusts her mask as she sees the crowd and politely slaps hands to those reaching out. She specifically makes an effort to catch the hands of children.
Christa Adina: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, making her WFWF debut…..MAIM!
Maxwell Dachs: Why must such a fit woman hide her beautiful face from the world?
Alecia Matthews: I really like her mask. I love the little nose.
Maxwell Dachs: I would love being her workout buddy.
Alecia Matthews: Ugh.
Maxwell Dachs: Get your mind out of the gutter, Matty! I mean it literally. Look at those biceps!
She tumbles between the bottom and second rope to enter the ring and pumps up the crowd as she circles around the ring. She winks at the camera with a sheepish smile until the arena goes black.
Then, a pair of haunting, choir voices echo throughout the arena, followed by the melodic voice, backed up by drums and a distant guitar -
Oh, I'll never kill myself to save my soul
I was gone, but how was I to know?
I didn't come this far to sink so low
I'm finally holding on to letting go
I'll never kill myself to save my soul
I'm finally holding on to letting go
The song builds and builds, the vocals, drums and guitar until...
I'm finally holding on to letting go!
The banging of the drums are thick and the guitar rips through the speakers causing the arena to shake as the song continues to rip and shred, echoing into the sky.
Christa Adina: And her opponent, from Indianapolis, Indiana, weighing in at two hundred and twenty pounds.....Johnny Mason!
Johnny Mason the steps out from the curtain with his hands on his waist. The black hoodie that he’s wearing hides his face and he seems to be taking his time as he walks down the ramp, head down.
Alecia Matthews: Mason impressed at Hell when he beat Daisy in a –
Maxwell Dachs: He didn’t beat Daisy – he…..destroyed her!
Alecia Matthews: …….did you really just cut me off to make a pun?
Maxwell Dachs: Affirmative.
Mason makes his way down to the ring, focusing on his opponent before posing in the corner.
DING! DING! DING!
Mason immediately goes on the offensive, drilling MAIM in the face with hard shots.
Maxwell Dachs: Mason hasn’t even taken off his hoodie!
MAIM does the best she can but it isn’t enough to protect her from the wrath of a grieving father. Referee Evan Stone (no relation to Cameron Stone) separates the two but Mason shoves him aside, heading right towards MAIM until…
Maxwell Dachs: WHOA! Did you see that, Matty??
Alecia Matthews: Yes! That was super cool!
The crowd thinks so too, as MAIM managed to headstand on the top rope, avoiding a running knee from Mason and then sling-shotting herself behind him.
MAIM then follows up with forearm shots but Mason pushes her down. As his breath trembles, he takes off his hoodie and stomps over to MAIM but she slides in between his legs, nailing him with a high leaping dropkick to the back!
Maxwell Dachs: Look at the height!
That isn’t enough to hurt Mason who turns his body around, going for a spinning back fist but MAIM ducks and rams Mason into the corner.
Shoulder thrusts from MAIM. Mason screams before clubbing her back with a double axe handle!
He then grabs MAIM and throws her shoulder-first into the ring post!
She wails before falling to the outside. Mason paces back-and-forth, running his hands through his hair. He then starts to mouth words to himself and shake his head violently.
Maxwell Dachs: Is Mason…okay?
Alecia Matthews: I’m sure there’s a lot on his mind right now.
Maxwell Dachs: My goodness, he looks like a man possessed.
Mason then slides underneath the bottom rope, meeting his opponent on the outside as he continues mouthing words to himself. He grabs the tassels from MAIM’s mask in an attempt to pick her up, but she quickly kips up, dropkicking Mason into the barricades – and lands on her feet in one, swift motion!
MAIM then charges towards Mason at full speed and drills him in the head with a leaping gameguri!
Maxwell Dachs: OH MY! MAIM putting the smack in smackdown here in Minneapolis!
The stiff kick sends Mason over the barricade and into the crowd with MAIM on the opposite side.
With the rowdy crowd energizing the debuting MAIM, she gets up and climbs onto the barricade.
The crowd watches on in anticipation as Mason comes to…
Alecia Matthews: LOOK AT HER FLY!
Lights flashing from the crowd, MAIM hits a senton on Mason, sending both competitors crashing and burning on the cold, concrete floor!
Alecia Matthews: MAIM is looking to impress in her debut match!
MAIM is the first one up, jumping up-and-down in celebration as if she’s surprised to have hit such a high-risk move.
Maxwell Dachs: Oh my, she’s adorbs.
Alecia Matthews: Yeah, she's very quirky! In fact, she kinda reminds me of -
Matthews is cut off when they see Mason shove MAIM back into the barricades! He runs his fingers through his hair again before letting out a bloodcurdling scream!
At full throttle, Mason charges towards MAIM -
SMACK!
Alecia Matthews: OH MY! European uppercut to the face!
MAIM’s lifeless body slumps over the barricade, her body bunched up against the black padding around ringside.
Mason climbs over, grabs MAIM and throws her back inside the ring.
He immediately hooks the leg.
1!
2!
MAIM kicks out!
Mason again mounts her, grabbing her mask as he punches her in the face but MAIM uses her legs to kick Mason!
Despite being pinned down, her kicks are stiff, stiff enough to make a smacking sound against Mason’s spine.
After another kick to the spine, MAIM manages to slide out from underneath Mason, bounce off the ropes and dropkick Mason!
Bouncing off the ropes, Mason lunges towards his opponent but she leaps into the air –
Alecia Matthews: WHOA! Look at that move!
Using her legs, she wraps them around Mason head, taking him down with a headscissors but then –
The crowd pops!
Alecia Matthews: Armbar! She has an armbar locked in!
Maxwell Dachs: With enough force, MAIM could snap a bone or two!
Wrenching away at the vulnerable body part, MAIM torques the arm of her opponent with everything she has! Mason screams in pain while trying to adjust himself to a more defensive position.
The referee asks Mason if he wants to quit but he refuses! Using his other arm, Mason grabs onto MAIM and with proper footing, he lifts her off the mat!
Alecia Matthews: Look at the strength of Johnny Mason!
MAIM’s eye grow wide once she realizes that she’s up in the air, hanging on to an arm. With little struggle, Mason drops MAIM on her head!
Maxwell Dachs: Ugh, seeing heads bounce like that always make me nauseous.
But, MAIM doesn’t let go!
The crowd comes unglued!
Alecia Matthews: MAIM isn’t letting go! She’s holding on for dear life!!
Maxwell Dachs: She’s making Mason exert so much energy by doing that. Not only is she beautiful but she’s got great ring awareness too!
Still holding on to Mason’s arm, MAIM continues to torque the arm as best as she can but again, Mason manages to lift her up over his head and slam her down on the mat!
But she refuses to let go!
Mason, grimacing uses all his strength to again lift MAIM off the mat but this time –
BAM!
BAM!
BAM!
BAM!
Alecia Matthews: Oh God….
Her head repeatedly bounces off the mat, causing her to let go. Mason gets her up on both knees before drilling her in the face with a forearm shot.
Mason screams, tugging at his hair before bouncing off the ropes –
SMACK!
The crowd groans as MAIM violently jerks her head backward as it just connected with Mason’s knee!
The rookie refuses to go down, her body weaving back-and-forth.
Mason again shoots himself off the ropes, smacking MAIM across the face with a violent running knee!
She goes down but Mason screams again. He paces back-and-forth, his hands in his hair, his lips quivering.
Maxwell Dachs: Umm….what is going on?
Alecia Matthews: I think Mason is starting to lose it.
Mason appears to be on the verge of a breakdown, sitting in the corner, hitting himself in the head.
Johnny Mason: No! No! NO! NO!!!
With tears in his eyes, Mason sits up and walks over to MAIM, grabs her by the tassels from her mask and drags her lifeless body to the corner.
He braces her against the corner before –
SMACK!
The crowd groans at the knife edge chop from Mason to MAIM’s chest.
SMACK!
Another one! MAIM yelps, placing her hands on her chest as she crumbles to the floor.
SMACK!
A large red welt appears on MAIM’s chest, her groaning in pain.
Mason backs away, not taking his eyes off his opponent – before bolting towards her, screaming at the top of his lungs!
Alecia Matthews: OH! Running knee to the back!
Maxwell Dachs: We saw this with Daisy at the Hell show and that didn’t end well for her!
Mason backs away again before charging towards MAIM, driving his knees right into her spine!
Almost instantly, Mason gives himself some space before running towards MAIN again until –
Alecia Matthews: MAIM MOVED! MAIM MOVED!!
Mason crashes into the corner, stunning him. MAIM, although in pain manages to get up. She lets out a scream of her own before blasting off towards Mason!
SMACK!
Alecia Matthews: OH MY! WHAT A KICK TO THE HEAD!
Maxwell Dachs: We saw that move earlier and it did some damage then!
The sound of MAIM’s boot connecting with Mason’s head echoes through the arena as she continues the onslaught on Mason.
Hard, stiff kicks to the chest of her opponent only serve to put the crowd into a frenzy!
MAIM!
MAIM!
MAIM!
MAIM!
MAIM!
Alecia Matthews: The WFWF fans have accepted MAIM as one to cheer for! Listen to them!
MAIM swings her leg around, going for another kick but Mason grabs her boot –
Alecia Matthews: ENZIGURI!
Maxwell Dachs: OH MY! I’M IN LOVE!
Mason is stunned, moving away from his speedy opponent. Like a bolt of lightning, MAIM springboards off the rope and drills Mason in the face with a wheel kick!
Mason is hurt but that doesn’t keep him down long. MAIM stands on the middle rope and launches herself forward, sending Mason back first into the corner!
MAIM immediately runs towards Mason but he grabs her, sending her high in the air, going for a powerbomb but she counters!
Alecia Matthews: Headscissors from – OH MY GOD!!! OH MY GOD!!!!!
Maxwell Dachs: WHAT JUST HAPPENED?!
In mid-air, MAIM reversed the move, spiking Mason on his head with a pop-up Canadian Destroyer!
MAIM scurries to her opponent, hooking the leg!
1!
2!
Alecia Matthews: MASON KICKED OUT!! MASON KICKED OUT!!!
Maxwell Dachs: HOW?!
An out of breath MAIM can’t believe it! She adjusts her mask, trying to catch her breath, thinking of what to do next.
Somehow, Mason is still moving after the devastating move. MAIM eyes the turnbuckle – and a big smile emerges.
Maxwell Dachs: Ahhh, she’s so beautiful!
Alecia Matthews: Could you please focus on her actual ability instead of her looks?
Maxwell Dachs: I’m sorry, I just….can’t help it. It’s like she’s an angel who fell from heaven….
Alecia Matthews: Dear God almighty.
MAIM crawls towards the turnbuckle away from Mason and starts climbing to the top, albeit slowly.
She manages to muster enough strength to stand at the very top of the turnbuckle, her hands straight up in the air.
Once Mason stumbles to his feet, MAIM soars…
Alecia Matthews: WHAT A MOVE!!!! THAT’S GOTTA BE IT!!!
MAIM drills Mason with Kismet, her finishing move! Mason lies still, his arms folded away from him in an awkward position.
MAIM rushes to her opponent, turns him over and hooks the leg!
1!
2!
3!
DING! DING! DING!
The crowd goes wild for the rookie who just won her debut match!
Christa Adina: Here is your winner…..MAIM!
The gravity of the situation has yet to hit her – until referee Evan Stone raises her arm in victory then MAIM proceeds to jump up and down, celebrating!
Alecia Matthews: This was one hell of a way to kick off tonight’s broadcast! Man, MAIM is a lot to fun to watch! The sky is certainly the limit for her!
Maxwell Dachs: It’s safe to say that I’m a big MAIM fan.
Alecia Matthews: Yeah. You made that crystal-clear tonight.
Maxwell Dachs: For someone who doesn’t have the experience, she certainly can go!
Alecia Matthews: Wow, that…that’s the sincerest thing you’ve said about her all night. I certainly look forward to seeing what the future has in store for her!
Maxwell Dachs: I certainly look forward to seeing more of her in general.
Alecia Matthews: Aaaaaaand you just ruined it. Good job.
The overly excited MAIM runs around ringside, giving all the fans – especially the kids high-fives, jumping with joy and celebrating.
Her opponent, on the other hand is unconscious with the referee making sure that Mason is okay. MAIM makes her way up the ramp, celebrating, smiling and waving to the fans before making her way to the back.
Alecia Matthews: Are you ready for our next match?
Maxwell Dachs: What happens if I say I'm not?
Alecia Matthews: Nothing, really. I'm just trying to create some dialogue.
Maxwell Dachs: Well, screw you then.
Alecia Matthews: Let's just go to the ring for our next . . .
Suddenly the lights go off and the Tunatrom snaps to life, static filling the screen and the P/A system. A guitar riff very familiar to any Rob Zombie fans plays as the static on the giant screen gives way to a smoke filled room, a crowd of barely visible people gathered around the apron of a wrestling ring as a man stands in the ring playing guitar.
Shrouded in smoke and shadows, quick glimpses of his face coming in flashes of a strobe light, the man starts to sing.
Use my body to keep you alive
Give it to me, give it to me
Yeah, I'm on Durango number 95
Take me to the home, kick boots and ultra live
See heaven flash a horror show
Knock it nice and smooth step back and watch it blow, yeah
Never gonna stop me, never gonna stop
Never gonna stop me, never gonna stop
Never gonna stop me, never gonna stop
Never gonna stop me, never gonna stop
Give it to me, give it to me
The music fades as the man walks towards the corner of the ring, gently placing the guitar against the turnbuckles, and crossing his arms while leaning on the top rope. Finally his face is revealed.
It is Frank Lynn.
He does not look happy.
I’m so very sorry I can’t be there in person tonight but I don’t think I could take another night of the WFWF kissing the ass of it’s returning hero Thunder.
Correct me if I’m wrong but I won our match in Hell, right?
I’m still the International Champion, right?
I’m the new record holder, right?
So why is Thunder getting another huge chunk of the spotlight tonight? He hasn’t done jack f***ing sh*t to deserve it. I showed him for the fraud he was and still is. I have no f***s to give about his plans for the future in or out of the WFWF.
I am the new constant of the WFWF. The suits can bring back as many former champions as they want. It won’t change that fact. I’ve worked hard to get where I am and for the most part I’ve done it the right way, in the ring winning fair and clean matches.
Which brings me to my point.
No more Mr. Nice Guy.
The shot zooms in close so all you can see is Frank’s face. The intensity in his unblinking eyes is matched by the tautness of his features. He’s on the edge of losing control as something is obviously bothering him.
I have earned a World Championship title match. I’ve done far more in the past two years than Penny Shannon or Kyzer yet they got title shots while I sat on the sidelines and waited for my chance. I’ve talked sh*t about Drakz and Zmey for months ’til I’m blue in the face. It isn’t working. I don’t have your attention. You keep throwing flaming hoops in front of me to jump through.
A vein on Frank’s forehard pulses disturbingly. He’s working up to something big. The audience and announcers watch on in silent anticipation.
I won’t jump through one more damn flaming hoop. I’m through with defending my title against aging relics of the past with ego issues or the flavor of the month hotshot rookie or multi-man multi-match gauntlet clusterf***s.
I don’t have to jump through your hoops. I’ve only done so out of the goodness of my heart and a good faith attempt to play within the rules.
I have a no fine/suspend/fire clause in my contract so I can tell you where to stick your flaming hoops and you can’t do sh*t about it.
Frank pauses, as if he predicted the roar of the audience that would follow his last statement. Frank is making a stand for himself and he has the backing of the fans.
I’m through waiting. I will have a title match against either Drakz or Tugarin Zmey. I crave competition of the highest level and those two are it. I NEED to test myself against the survivor of their title match. I NEED to know am I good enough to not only be one of the best but to simply be THE best.
So listen up very closely Lila or “Carrot Top” Kash or the Board of Directors or the midget living under the ring, whichever one of you is actually running this sh*t show.
You will give me a shot at the World Champion no later than Survival of the Fittest.
Another well timed pause in the video by Frank as the crowd chants wildly YES! YES! YES!
In case you missed it, allow me to repeat myself.
You will give me a shot at the World Champion no later than Survival of the Fittest.
If I don’t get what I want, then I walk…
A brief pause as Frank allowed for jaws to drop at the coup de grace to his ultimatum. His grim visage changes slowly. He smiles, an evil smile usually reserved for use by his manager Daphne.
…straight into an eight digit payday fighting the GFL World Heavyweight Champion at their anniversary super show GFL 250 in Las Vegas, which just happens to be on the same weekend as Survival of the Fittest.
Come hell or high water, I will be fighting for a World Championship that weekend. It’s your call. Will I be in Manchester in a wrestling ring or Las Vegas in an octagon?
Do I have your attention now?
I give you until Light Up The Sky in Brighton where all you have to do is meet me in the ring and say one word: Yes or No.
I have earned a title shot.
I want it. The fans want it.
Make the right choice.
I’ll see you in Brighton.
The camera shot zooms out as Frank Lynn picks up the guitar, strides to the middle of the ring, and starts playing “Never Gonna’ Stop” again, picking up with a ripping guitar solo interspersed with still images of Frank standing over defeated opponents from Lucas Crowe to Trace Demon to Ante Whitner to Thunder. The solo ends and the shot focuses on Frank once again, slowly zooming in closer and closer until only his face is shown as he sings the final chorus. It is a picture of intensity, frustration, and rage. Not the face of a man you should f*** with.
Never gonna stop me, never gonna stop
Never gonna stop me, never gonna stop
Never gonna stop me, never gonna stop
Never gonna stop me, never gonna stop
Scream if you want it 'cause I want more
Scream if you want it 'cause I want more
The Tunatron fades to black, the final lyrics echoing throughout the arena: I want more! The fans are screaming for Frank Lynn, chanting in unison even louder than Frank’s guitar playing just moments ago.
WE WANT FRANK!
WE WANT FRANK!
WE WANT FRANK!
Alecia Matthews: Damn, Frank Lynn just threw down the gauntlet. And he's made it exactly clear what he wants.
Maxwell Dachs: The question is, will he get it?
Alecia Matthews: It's clear it won't be pretty if he doesn't.
Matthew Dachs: And the other question is, will we now get to the next match without interruption?
Alecia Matthews: Only one way to find out!
