WFWF Party Time in the End Times - Results (June 5th, 2021)

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A local bar is bursting with life; the music muffled by the sounds of the nighttime traffic. The young bartender keeps the patrons satiated by being an endless source of juice.

Amidst the crowd emerges a woman, sporting a green mohawk as tall as the Manistique water tower smirks when she catches a tune in the jukebox that is to her liking. Anything is better than the generic, daresay conformist sound of the vanilla rock band that has invaded the speakers.

Straight out of a movie, the bland music being stopped is an equivalent to an audible record scratch as the once lively party comes to a halt. The green haired woman turns to face the crowd and smile, showing a large gap between her teeth as a few twangs of a guitar string with complementing drums suddenly echoes through the speakers.

It has a slight 1960’s rockabilly vibe but the suddenly shifts to a carnival-like sound, a more-bouncy feel to the song.

Survived the beer, liquor and seeds

Under the plague took its hold

Been below for a’many a year

The Koffin Kats pop the hatch

Party Time in the End Times

Party Time in the End Timmmmmes

Party Time in the End Times

Party Time in the End Timmmmmes

The crowd suddenly shifts and the bar in unison let out a roaring cheer.

The band are local celebrities and frequent visitors of the established bar. The green haired hero gets lost in the crowd as the party gets a second wind.

Good afternoon Detroit, this is Hound Barrage with WXYZ. We bring to you a developing story where scientists and climate experts are issuing a warning regarding the ozone layer. They say due to the growing number of gas emissions and greenhouse gases, it’s never been as fragile as it is now. They plead with all citizens to reduce our carbon footprint for the next 4 months to keep it stable. Scientists urge the consequences of the depletion of the ozone layer could be disastrous -

The impending warning is ignored and tuned out by the partygoers and psychobilly music as the smoke from the oven dissipates into the sky. The cars on the street all zoom by as the smoke from the exhaust following suit.

Over the skyline, off in the distance is a light show. Green and yellow sabers of light flicker in the sky, below on the ground-level is a massive crowd of people, some idly conversating while others enter the stadium - that stadium being The Little Caesars Arena, which is just as lively as the bar a few streets down. 

We then cut to a vignette.

WFWF CEO Kris Kash stands center ring in historic Wembley Stadium. 85,000 fans are seen packing the venue.

Kris Kash: Welcome to WFWF SuperBrawl! ARE YOU READY?!

Some legends are told

Some turn to dust or to gold

But you will remember me

Remember me for centuries

Slow establishing shots of Wayne McGurk, Dave Demento, Joe Bishop, Devilkiller, DGX, and Reverend Shadow play along with the lyrics as each of these WFWF legend make their way to the ring.

And just one mistake

Is all it will take

We'll go down in history

Remember me for centuries

We continue the establishing shots of Penny Shannon, EBR, Josh Dean, and Drakz making their way to the ring.

(Hey yeah, oh hey, hey yeah)

Remember me for centuries

The crowd is raucous as many fans are ecstatic for their SuperBrawl experience.

Mummified my teenage dreams

No, it's nothing wrong with me

Napoleon Weisgarber drops Twiztid Insane with a huge right hook!

The kids are all wrong

The stories are off

In an electric opener, the two men battle back and forth. High paced sequences follow with Twiztid hitting a huge Bicycle Kick. Napoleon with a jumping uppercut. The Faygo mist blinds Napoleon, and he responds with a low blow and a roll up! Twiztid lays out the victorious Napoleon with the Hatchet Party!

Heavy metal broke my heart

Dave Demento and Devilkiller trade heavy shots. Devilkiller hits the Devil's Pitchfork and pins Demento, only for Jebediah Whatley to drop him with a vicious powerbomb!

Come on, come on and let me in

The bruises on your thighs like my fingerprints

He picks DK up and rag dolls him around, paying no attention to the referee telling him to break the choke hold. Just as grip starts to loosen, Devilkiller catches him the Devil's Pitchfork out of nowhere!

And this is supposed to match

The darkness that you felt

Devilkiller picks up the pin and is elated at his newfound opportunity. Cut to Frank Lynn in the ring, walking cane in tow.

I never meant for you to fix yourself

Frank Lynn: I’m not here to try for your sympathy or baiting you before announcing one more match or anything like that. I am done. Let me repeat myself so there is no doubt.

I.

Am.

Done.

Some legends are told

Some turn to dust or to gold

But you will remember me

Remember me for centuries

Frank Lynn: I will never grace a WFWF ring after tonight ever again. And it's probably for the best.

And just one mistake

Is all it will take

We'll go down in history

Remember me for centuries

Frank's retirement address turns into the debut of Jacque Le Douche. The big man makes an emphatic statement on his first night in WFWF, dropping color commentator Maxwell Dachs with a vicious GTS he dubs Go To Hell!

(Hey yeah, oh hey, hey yeah)

Remember me for centuries

DGX and Reverend Shadow face off in the highly anticipated dream match. A release German Suplex by DGX is followed by a brutal spear from Shadow!

And I can't stop 'til the whole world knows my name

'Cause I was only born inside my dreams

DGX dodges the incoming Spear, and nails the Breakdown on Reverend Shadow for the huge victory. Shifting gears into the violent Buried Alive Match between Needles Payne and Chris Priceless.

Until you die for me, as long as there's a light

My shadow's over you 'cause I am the opposite of amnesia

In what can only be described as something you'd see in a horror flick, it's a damn fight. Needles javelin tosses Priceless into the barricade. The fight turns bloody as both men bust each other open with big shots. Priceless with a massive baseball bat shot to the head that staggers Needles. A bloody Priceless mercilessly ends the bout with a tombstone shot to the head as he pulls the excavator lever down

And you're a cherry blossom

You're about to bloom

You look so pretty, but you're gone so soon

Former World Champions square off as Wayne McGurk and Joe Bishop go to battle. Bishop connects with a high knee. McGurk drops to his knees, leaving him in perfect position for a punt kick. Bishop builds up a head of steam, and McGurk moves at the last second. As Bishop turns around, he's hit by the running big boot! Bishop launches himself at McGurk as he reaches his feet, and McGurk knocks out of midair with a big boot, followed up by the Dead End for the pin!

Some legends are told

Some turn to dust or to gold

Trace Demon returns to WFWF for the first time in nearly three years, much to the surprise of the crowd, who though he was gone.

Trace Demon: You should’ve made sure I was dead, but don’t worry WFWF, I’m going to do what you failed at… I’m going to end you, once and for all. Game over.

But you will remember me

Remember me for centuries

Johnny Mason, with Tyson Watts and Dion Jackson, stares down Mesh as they finally do battle for the Vanguard Championship.

And just one mistake

Is all it will take

We'll go down in history

Remember me for centuries

Mason is all over Mesh in throughout the match, targeting her head with every bit of offense. Mesh in defense mode before the surprise attack from Mason's associates on the champion leave the match with a sour ending.

We've been here forever

And here's the frozen proof

The grudge match we didn't know we wanted between Penny Shannon and EBR was as physical as you'd expect. EBR uses the power game to toss Penny around with big suplexes, while Penny's speed and scrappy nature turn the contest in a battle of attrition. Huge shots, one after another leave both competitors nearly incapacitated.

I could scream forever

We are the poisoned youth

Penny is able to hit the Liberty Cap, but EBR is able to kick out. Trying to capitalize, Penny attempts a second Liberty Cap, EBR is able to evade and score with a Northern Lights Bomb for the pin! The two combatants share a respectful handshake post match

Some legends are told

Some turn to dust or to gold

But you will remember me

Remember me for centuries

Josh Dean is seen walking through the hostile crowd in Wembley Stadium, while Drakz holds up the WFWF World Heavyweight and International Championships to a hero's welcome.

And just one mistake

Is all it will take

The trilogy is an instant classic as both men unload their full arsenal on each other. The Seacroft Smile by Drakz, the Nail in the Coffin by Josh!

We'll go down in history

Remember me for centuries

Josh has Drakz locked in the BSE and Drakz is writhing in pain. Cut to another section of the match where Drakz breaks out the Legitimate Japanese Businessman Kick in a nod to Phillip Schneider. It still isn't enough to keep the Architect down!

Some legends are told

Some turn to dust or to gold

But you will remember me

Remember me for centuries

Drakz looks for the Needle Damage, but his back is too badly injured. Josh scores with Penny Shannon's Liberty Cap on a a steel chain for a deathly near fall!

And just one mistake

Is all it will take

Drakz makes a fatal mistake going for the Needle Damage, allowing Josh to score with a low blow and the Chapter 11!

1...

2...

3!!!

Christa Adina: Here is your winner and NEEEEEWWWWWWW WFWF WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION!!!!! JOSH DEAAAAAAAANNNNN!!!!

Alecia Matthews: I don't like the way he did it, but by God if Josh Dean isn't our World Champion at last. And Drakz is finished.

We'll go down in history

Remember me for centuries

The last notes ring out and hold as the final images are of Lila Sleater cradling an unconscious Drakz, followed by the new WFWF Champion, Josh Dean, raising the championship high above his head to close the show

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The show opens up with a massive explosion! F*ck yeah! The crowd in attendance is rising to their feet. For the first time in months, WFWF is back on US soil!

Alecia Matthews: It was certainly a rollercoaster night full of emotion. And for one, the ride ended! We're live in Detroit, Michigan and welcome to PARTY IN THE END TIMES!

The cameras pan around to show the sold out crowd. They're hot, anticipating the exciting action only WFWF can provide!

Alecia Matthews: I'm Alecia Matthews and I'm flying solo tonight. As noted at the outset, my broadcast partner, Maxwell Dach is not here tonight as he is continuing to nurse the injuries caused by Jacque Le Douche, who will make his WFWF debut tonight! Tonight promises to be huge! The return of Scarlett Quinn against DGX, EBR takes on Johnny Mason... And it looks like our CEO, Kris Kash, is going to kick off the night!

Right you are Alecia, but try to contain your excitement. The cameras focus to the middle of the ring as the cheers turn to boos for the WFWF CEO. Kris is grinning like a Cheshire cat as he brings the mic up to his face.

Kris Kash: On behalf Kash Enterprises, we thank you for your continued support. Welcome to Party at the End Times!

The crowd boos.

Alecia Matthews: Way to slip that one in.

Kris Kash: SuperBrawl Revenge lived up to the hype. TITANS of the wrestling industry went to battle! And at the end of the night, we unfortunately had to say goodbye to a true legend of the sport.

The crowd is a mixture of cheers and boos.

Kris Kash: I know he isn't here tonight, and we all wish Drakz a speedy recovery. But now we are in a very interesting situation following SuperBrawl. I hope that he is able to be here soon, so we can discuss the elephant in the room....

The lights go out and the crowd starts buzzing.

Alecia Matthews: After a sold out SuperBrawl, how the hell does this guy not have the money to keep the lights on?

I got a song filled with sh*t for the strong willed

Alecia Matthews: Well, I think we just got our answer!

When the world gives you a raw deal

Set you off 'til you

Scream, "piss off, screw you"

When it talks to you like you don't belong

Or tells you you're in the wrong field

When something's in your mitochondrial

'Cause it latched on to you, like

As the beat kicks in, the stage illuminates with red and white strobe light as the camera focuses in on the stage.

Knock knock, let the devil in, malevolent

As I've ever been, head is spinnin', this medicine

Screaming, "L-l-l-let us in"

L-l-lick like a salad bowl, Edgar Allen Poe

Bedridden, shoulda been dead a long time ago

Josh Dean strolls out onto the stage, staring out into the crowd. Instead of his hoodie, he has on a nice black sport coat and blue jeans. It's noted that his left eye still has bruising and butterfly stitches from his showdown with Drakz. Most importantly, he has the WFWF Championship draped over his shoulder. He takes the title off his shoulder and methodically raises it up above his head as red and white pyros explode toward the ceiling as a golden hue mixes in at the end. The crowd is a mixed reaction for the new champion.

Liquid Tylenol, gelatins, think my skeleton's meltin'

Wicked, I get all high when I think I've smelled the scent

Of elephant manure

Hell, I meant Kahlúa, screw it, to hell with it

I went through hell with accelerants and blew up

My-my-myself again,

Alecia Matthews: It's certainly not the reaction we ever thought we'd hear for such a monumental occasion. You could argue that Josh didn't need to go low in order to land the final shot. I've always felt something like that was beneath him.

He reaches the floor from the ramp and stares out into the crowd once again. He gets a bounce in his step as he turns towards the steps.

Volkswagen, tailspin

Bucket matches my pale skin, mayo and

Went from Hellmann's and being rail thin, Filet-o-Fish

Scribble Jam, Rap Olympics '97 Freaknik

How can I be down? Me and Bizarre in Florida

Proof's room slept on floor of 'da motel then

Upon reaching the steps, he sprints up to the apron. Grabbing the rope, he steps one foot in and looks at the crowd, taking a moment to engage their mixed reaction.

Alecia Matthews: One thing is for sure. While he was the last man standing, while he is the new World Heavyweight Champion, he didn't come out unscathed! But he did go into hostile territory and did the unthinkable!

Dr. Dre said, "Hell yeah"

And I got his stamp like a postcard, word to Mel-Man

And I know they're gonna hate but I don't care, I

Barely can wait to hit 'em with the snare and the bass

Square in the face, this f*ckin' world better prepare to get laced

Because they're gonna taste my

Venom!

Josh climbs into the ring and methodically raises the WFWF Championship high above his head, walking all the way to the opposite side ropes.

(I got that) Adrenaline momentum (venom)

Not knowing when I'm

Ever gonna slow up and I'm

Josh walks over to the announce table side ring post and climbs up to the second rope. He raises the WFWF Championship over his head once again while letting a primal roar. Josh hops off the turnbuckle and motions for a mic. He is given one and turns around to stare down Kris Kash, who can only begrudgingly applaud.

Alecia Matthews: Looks like Mr. Kash is not too happy with the result. But we're about to hear from the new champion!

Ready to snap any moment-um

Thinkin' it's time to go get 'em

They ain't gonna know what hit 'em

(When they get bit with the)

As the music dies down, Josh slowly starts to circle the ring, never taking his eyes off Kris Kash. The WFWF CEO looks very uncomfortable as he tries to keep his eyes on Josh.

Josh Dean: So serious question, Kris. How stupid do you look right now?

Kris Kash: I beg your pardon?

Josh taps on the mic.

Josh Dean: Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't know you haven't done a proper mic check today. Here, allow me.

Josh blows into the mic and it makes a screeching sound that makes Kris cringe.

Josh Dean: Well, this one's good. So let me ask it again if you didn't hear me the first time. How stupid do you look right now?

Josh smiles before adjusting the WFWF Championship on his shoulder. Then, his facial expression turns stone serious.

Josh Dean: See, this is what happens when you bet on the wrong guy.

Kris Kash: After the sellout we got for SuperBrawl Revenge, I couldn't be more thrilled with the event.

Josh Dean: Really? Because your face when I stepped in this ring looked like a guy that just lifted his head out of a big pile of sh*t.

That one cracked the audience up.

Josh Dean: You ain't gotta like it, Kris, but the fact remains true. I wasn't the guy you wanted, but I am the NEW WFWF World Heavyweight Champion!

Josh lifts the title up by his face and points at the new nameplate on the title's face. The crowd reaction is loud, half cheers and half boos. Josh soaks it up, knowing that you can't please everyone. He slips the title back on his shoulder before leaning against the ropes.

Josh Dean: Didn't I tell you this would happen, Kris? Hmm? Hasn't everything I said come to fruition? If you haven't learned by now when I say I'm going to do something that I follow through on it, well then I don't have a lot of hope for you.

The crowd is buzzing, then start to boo. They know what this means.

Josh Dean: But I feel like everyone here is echoing what's been going around the news. And it bothers me because I've always believed I was transparent with our audience. As a result we've always had a rapport, an understanding. But the media likes to cherry pick their information for the sake of headlines. It's only fair that I give you the rest of the story.

For the first time since he came out, the crowd unanimously cheers Josh.

Josh Dean: Most people in their lives have dealt with a bully. For those that have, the only thing that ends the cycle is when the victim makes the bully stop.

Josh lets out a deep sigh.

Josh Dean: Isaac Cray was my professional bully.

Alecia Matthews: I can't believe what I'm hearing!

Alecia Matthews uncharacteristically takes her headset off and slams it on the table. She stands up as the crowd let's out a collective "OH" as they can see her anger. Just as she's about to storm off from the desk, the commotion catches Josh's eye.

Josh Dean: Now hold up for just a second, Alecia.

Alecia stops and rolls her neck. She's staring daggers through the champion.

Josh Dean: I know it's hard to take the blinders off, but I really need you to put your bias aside and just look at this from my vantage point. We all know you're still thirsty over Isaac Cray, and it's gotta be the mustache. But you've called every match that he and I had and all the moments in between. I guess it was all fair when I was the one fighting those uphill battles, wasn't it?

Alecia motions for Josh to calm down and you can hear through her mic the plea of, "Can we talk about this after the show?"

Josh Dean: And now that it backfired, you're gonna sit there and accost me for kicking him in the d*ck during a match where the rules of engagement were as clear as day. And somehow that's worse than his constant degrading of my aptitude as an athlete?

Alecia remains calm and silent. It does her no good to argue with "The Architect."

Josh Dean: Or how about when he stole my title from me in the first place?

Still nothing. Kris takes a step toward Josh, considering intervening. Instead he backs up toward the ropes like the sniveling sh*t he is.

Josh Dean: Or how about when he broke into my business and SNAPPED MY SON'S ARM! Hmm Alecia, don't have much to say now, do you?

Josh shakes his head.

Josh Dean: You're no better than the rest of the minstrels running around here because you helped create those narratives. So why don't you sit your cute little ass down, call the matches, and put some damn respect on my name! Just to make sure that happens, Alecia, I got a little surprise for you.

The crowd reaction is mixed as Josh adjusts the title on his shoulder. They know that his points are valid, but many boo because of his target of choice.

Josh Dean: I notice you're flying solo tonight because the sex offender made one too many off color jokes at Frank. Well, I said months ago that everyone eats better when I'm around, and... I can't let you fumble through the show by yourself. People may be seeing a side of me they may not like, but you know in your soul I'm not completely heartless. That's why the person that's joining you is someone who is beloved by our audience, and one of a few people in this industry that can remain impartial, especially when it comes to me. So without further adieu...

"Roar" by Katy Perry hits and the crowd loses their collective sh*t! Nikki Dean is here! Kris Kash has his mouth open in disbelief. The former two time National Champion stops at the top of the stage and throws up the number one sign, which sets off a massive display of pink and purple pyros. She walks down the ramp confidently as she smiles at her husband. Josh raises his eyebrows and as watches her glide towards the announce desk. Alecia's scowl has eased up, considering she was just dressed down by the champion.

As the music fades out and Nikki takes her seat at the commentary desk, Alecia finally sits down and tries to compose herself like a professional. Josh turns around to see Kris Kash trying to exit through the ropes. He walks over and puts his hand on the top rope. Kris stops halfway through the ropes and looks up at Josh, who is staring daggers through him. He re-enters the ring and backs up.

Josh Dean: Did you think I was done with you?

Kris Kash: Look Josh, I didn't approve this. And didn't you go on months back about Nikki having a life threatening health condition?

Josh Dean: And somehow her health disqualifies her from being able to use her expertise to call matches, especially since you're down a commentator at the moment?

Kris Kash: She is a liability being this close to the action. You have to see where I'm coming from.

Josh Dean: Here I am, still being giving to this company because of a need you have when I don't have to be. Face it Kris, you're not going to find any better options just waltzing around. Oh, but I know exactly where you' re coming from. And Lila did a good job of spoon feeding you the agenda. But where'd it get you? Isaac Cray is gone, and you still haven't re-signed your company's top champion.

The crowd cheers as Josh takes a step toward the WFWF CEO.

Josh Dean: You're smart enough to know what happens next.

Josh turns on his heel and walks towards the ropes as the crowd starts to boo.

Alecia Matthews: It looks like Josh Dean is going to follow through on the last promise he made and walk out of WFWF with the World Heavyweight Title!

Nikki Dean: Kris Kash better do something fast! But does he have a hand to play here?

As Josh makes it to the ropes, Kris Kash finally speaks up.

Kris Kash: What do you want, Josh? Name your price.

Nikki Dean: Bad move by the boss man.

Josh turns around and smiles.

Josh Dean: What do I want? Well that's funny, now all of a sudden you care about what I want.

He takes a step towards Kris Kash, who continues to back up to the corner.

Josh Dean: What's the matter, Kris? You gettin' nervous?

Josh takes the title off his shoulder and pushes it towards Kris Kash's face as he comes closer.

Josh Dean: Or maybe you're finally starting to realize that this title means you have no control over me. I'm not going to be your dancing puppet because frankly, I have no respect for you. But you see, these people deserve to have a champion they can relate to and be proud of. I want to give that to them.

The crowd is now firmly behind the champion and Josh knows it. He drapes the WFWF Championship back across his shoulder.

Josh Dean: They've been stuck for too long being told the best are drug addled sociopaths. That simply isn't true, and I proved it!

He again takes a step toward Kris Kash. He drops his voice.

Josh Dean: Now I didn't come back from Post Concussion Syndrome and another neck surgery to have some glad handing, second rate crook f*ck up what I've worked for.

The crowd explodes with cheers as Kris drops his head.

Kris Kash: We can fix this, Josh. But I need you to commit.

Josh Dean: You're right, we CAN fix it, Kris. It all depends on if you're willing to play ball.

Kris Kash: I'm here taking this abuse, aren't I?

Josh Dean: No Kris, this is forcing you to look at the facts. And the fact is you've already got my first challenger lined up. And you want that match to go on, right?

Kris Kash: Of course I want it to go on!

Josh Dean: So do I. And if I'm nothing else, I am a businessman. Which is why I'm going to give you a chance to prove your worth to me. The match with Devilkiller will go on, and it will be done with all the bells and whistles on a pay pay view event. He's at least earned that.

Josh takes another step towards Kris Kash and is now in the CEO's face.

Josh Dean: You have until that match ends to make me the correct offer... or I walk.

He takes a step back from Kris, giving him a huge smirk.

Josh Dean: Looks like you're on the clock.

Josh drops the mic with emphasis and lifts the title high above his head as "Venom" hits. Josh lowers the WFWF Championship onto his shoulder and turns on his heel and walks toward the ropes. The crowd is more cheers than boos, but the ovation is loud none the less. Josh exits the ring, backing up the ramp as he continues to lock eyes with Kris Kash.

Alecia Matthews: He certainly is a shrewd operator, and he is the WFWF World Heavyweight Champion.

Nikki Dean: Look, I know Josh better than anyone walking the planet. I've never seen him this locked in. And at that rate, I have a feeling it's going to be that way for a long time, Alecia!

Alecia Matthews: I don't trust his ultimatum.

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Suddenly, Change by the Deftones echoes throughout the arena. From within the shadows emerges Chris Priceless, walking slowly past the crowd, glaring at them with zero expression on his face.

Christa Adina: The following contest is scheduled for one-fall! Introducing first, from Tragedy City, weighing it at two hundred and forty pounds….Chrisssssssss Priceless!

His matching grey vest and sleek tights glisten under the lights as he enters the ring. He has a very unsettled expression on his face, walking past the referee and eyeing his opponent. Priceless doesn’t seem impressed nor interested in his opponent. He walks to the opposite corner and sits on the mat.

Suddenly, the 1812 Overture crescendos throughout The Little Caesars Arena!

Christa Adina: *sigh* Ladies and gentleman….Napoleon.

Napoleon Weisgarber shadowboxes as he makes his way down to the ring. Once he gets inside, he climbs the turnbuckle to utter silence.

DING! DING! DING!

Alecia Matthews: PRICELESS RIGHT OFF THE BAT WITH A SUPERKICK!

Nikki Dean: And just like that, we are underway here in The Motor City!

Napoleon’s eyes glaze over and his lip quivers as he tumbles backwards onto the mat.

Priceless hooks the leg.

1!

2!

Napoleon kicks out, flailing his arms and legs in an attempt to fight back but Priceless quickly moves out of dodge.

Priceless goes to lock up with The Don but gets a right hook to the gut instead.

Followed by a left hook to the face.

Napoleon winds up, going for the French Connection – but Priceless ducks and drops Napoleon with a mean-looking spinebuster instead!

Napoleon’s body convulses on the mat.

Priceless stomps away at The Don from the Hexagon as he scurries to the corner. Priceless puts some distance between himself and Napoleon before charging towards him like a rhino…..but Napoleon rolls out of harms way and to the outside. He stops to catch his breath but it’s short lived as Priceless is on his him.

Heavy, clubs to the back of The Don cause him to squeal as he continues to scurry away from Priceless. He gives chase to Napoleon around ringside until The Don handles to grab onto the steel ring post, swing his body around and drill Priceless in the face with a stiff-hook!

Napoleon looks shocked as he veers towards his boxing glove. His eyes then make contact with Chris Priceless, who idly stands rubbing his chin. He then grabs Napoleon and bashes his head onto the steel ring steps for his trouble!

Priceless throws Napoleon back inside the ring and as Priceless goes to pick him up -

Napoleon Weisgarber: SHORYUKEN!!

A devastating uppercut to the chiseled jaw of Chris Priceless and he is stunned! The much taller man is knocked down to the mat.

Napoleon, realizing his opportunity, capitalizes.

Alecia Matthews:…..why is Napoleon climbing the top rope?

At the pace of a snail, Napoleon goes up top and manages to find his footing, standing tall atop of turnbuckle.

The sold-out crowd at Little Caesars Arena aren’t too entertained as Napoleon gracefully leaps, his body twisting forward –

Alecia Matthews:…..shooting star – OH MY GOD!!!

THUD!

The crowd suddenly perks up and gasps at what they just witnessed!

Nikki Dean: Napoleon crashed and burned BIG time!

Alecia Matthews: He landed nowhere NEAR Priceless.

Napoleon can be heard screaming in the distance as he shuffles his legs in pain.

Chris Priceless, on the other hand does realize the opportunity and capitalizes.

He scoops Napoleon off the mat like a wet noodle and spikes him on his head with the Red-Eve!

Napoleon’s body stays stiff as a board in an upward position as Priceless shoves him down for the count!

1!

2!

3!

DING! DING! DING!

Christa Adina: Here is your winner….Chris Prrrrrrrrrrriceless!

Referee Charles Dera raises The Man from Tragedy City’s arm in victory to the crowd’s approval as Napoleon lays unconscious on the mat.

Alecia Matthews: That was...quite the match to kick things off here tonight. Another win for Priceless!

One of the many roving cameras of the WFWF stumbles across something interesting, a chance meeting backstage between Kris Kash and his newest superstar Jacque Le Douche. Kash looks excited and yet irritated at the same time while Jacque looks disinterested and on the verge of shoving Kash through the nearest wall. To be honest, the later may not be Kash's fault as it seems like Jacque Le Douche always looks like he wants to throw someone through a wall.

Kris Kash: I can't say I'm happy with how you came to be on MY roster but nothing can be done about it now. Blame the incompetence of one Lila Sleater for allowing Frank Lynn to get the reigns of power, even if only for one day. He made the most of it that's for sure. My lawyers assure me your contract is legit so I have to honor it.

If Jacque is paying attention, he does a good job of not showing it.

Jacque Le Douche: ...

Kris Kash: I also can't say I'm happy with how you made your debut at SuperBrawl, but not as unhappy as Maxwell Dachs is.

Jacque breaks his silence, the topic of Maxwell Dachs being something he deems worthy of a response.

Jacque Le Douche: Sucks to be Dachs but he needed to be reminded of his place the food chain. As long as he doesn't talk trash about Frank Lynn, he won't have to worry about receiving another lesson in good manners.

Kris Kash: It can be argued that Max was just doing his job but I'm not going to argue the point too vehemently. Max should know better than to push the names of inactive or retired wrestlers when he should be talking up the many, many active wrestlers on the roster. Wrestlers like Lynn and Drakz are old news now. Its all about the likes of Dean, Demon, EBR, DGX, Shannon, Bishop, and the McGurk clan plus newcomers like Rosa and you.

Jacque Le Douche: ...

Kris Kash: Doesn't matter how you got here. Its all water under the bridge now. You are here under contract and I'm anxious to see what you can do in a real match.

Jacque Le Douche: Don't blink. I like to work fast.

Kris Kash: Hopefully not too fast. One punch knockouts don't sell as well as fifteen minute brawls.

Jacque Le Douche: Then you better hope the other matches run long. As I said, I work fast. Rosa will literally be a flash in the pan after I'm done tonight. And then I get paid.

Kris Kash: Indeed, then you get paid. But you'd get paid more if you put on a good show. One punch knockouts don't put butts in the seats. Action does. Lots and lots of ACTION!

Jacque Le Douche: ...

Kris Kash: I'm serious. You're new to the business so maybe you don't get all the ins and outs yet. All the great ones know how to add a little showmanship to their matches.

Jacque Le Douche: You want showmanship and fifteen minute matches, then put me up against someone who can last fifteen minutes against me. I won't be holding back just to milk the moment for the fans.

Kash starts to show some frustration with Jacque. Le Douche may be the first wrestler he's had to deal with who doesn't care about being a star or a champion. Jacque just wants to be paid to put people in the hospital, something he has made abundantly clear throughout his short wrestling career. Its an attitude that actually has Kash stumped. What do you offer a man who doesn't want anything you have?

Kris Kash: ...

Jacque Le Douche: Is that all? You're starting to bore me.

Kris Kash: ...

Jacque Le Douche: I'll take that as a yes. Go make yourself useful and get my paycheck ready for after I destroy Rosa.

Jacque Le Douche pushes his way not so much past as through Kris Kash on his way to his appointed locker room. Kash watches the crimson giant walk away and shakes his head, wondering if he should be coming up with ways to re-gift Frank Lynn's parting gift to the WFWF. Maybe that Japanese company would like a belligerent gaijin wrestler to spice up their roster.

We then cut to Kay Fabe, who is standing by at the interview area with Devilkiller.

Kay Fabe: Ladies and gentleman, please welcome my guest. He is the new number one contender to the WFWF championship, Devilkiller.

Devilkiller nods, acknowledging his name being spoken.

Kay Fabe: In a show full of big moments, SuperBrawl was a huge night for you. How did it feel to feel to run the gauntlet and know that you've earned a title match?

Devilkiller: It was such a huge moment. It's everything you work for, to get that title shot and to reach the top of the WFWF. To do that means everything for my career.

Kay Fabe: What stands before you now is no easy task. You'll be facing the new world champion, Josh Deah, at a future date. Do you feel ready for him and that main event environment?

Devilkiller: Absolutely. This is the moment I've been waiting for and I'm ready for it. And I--

Devilkiller stops in his tracks when an unexpected figure crashes the interview. Thunder walks right into frame, placing himself on the other side of DK. He extends a hand, which Devilkiller looks at and refuses to shake. Thunder throws his hands up in the air and then drops the offer.

Thunder: I get it. With our history, I totally understand.

Kay Fabe: Thunder, if I may ask, what are you doing here?

Thunder: Excellent question, Ms. Fabe. I'm going to answer that and then will proceed to ignore you. I'm here to congratulate you, Devilkiller. Believe it or not, I'm happy for you. This is a big deal, and it's a chance for WFWF to enter the future with a younger, fresher talent. So I want to congratulate you for that.

He takes a beat and continues.

Thunder: And I also want to warn you.

Devilkiller backs up slightly, tensing up and getting into a fighting stance.

Thunder: Woah, woah. I don't mean that. My fighting days are over. I'm here to warn you about Josh Dean, and the main event. You may think you're ready for this, but you're not. It's a different beast when you're in the main event for the WFWF Title. And you're not facing an ordinary man. You're facing the guy who just ended the greatest title reign in WFWF history. And let me tell you something else. I've wrestled Josh Dean for a title and I've beaten Josh Dean for a title. And let me tell you this, he is not the same man I faced back then. He's better than ever. This is no ordinary man and no ordinary match. This is your one shot, so you better be ready.

Devilkiller thinks about what has been said for a moment, taking it in.

Devilkiller: Alright, you make some good points. I know how serious this is, and how hard it'll be. What's your purpose in all this?

Thunder: I still have an interest in this company being something special, believe it or not. And you have a rare opportunity. You are the future, and you have a chance to enter a top spot that the company rarely gives out. Look around you, it's always been about the past. The same people win the title. But not you. This is a chance for fresh blood, for the future to be built. You have an opportunity to cement yourself at the top of this place. It's a once in a lifetime opportunity for you and for the WFWF. I want you to be prepared for it.

Kay Fabe: Thunder, I have to ask. Does that mean you're offering to help Devilkiller?

Thunder: In a way, I am. I'll make it straight and to the point. I know Josh Dean and I know the WFWF World Title. I can help you prepare for this. We can make sure that when you step foot in that ring, you have the best chance possible to take home the title. You don't have to answer me now. I'll be in that conference room back there, in case you decide to come in for a chat. You don't have to like me and you don't have to trust me. Just consider this to be my last down payment on the future of the WFWF. And consider this my last bit of penance.

Thunder walks off, leaving Devilkiller and Kay Fabe behind.

Kay Fabe: Devilkiller, I have to ask: are you going to take Thunder up on his offer?

Devilkiller doesn't answer, just walking off and leaving Kay Fabe standing behind.

Kay Fabe: It looks like we won't know for sure just yet. But I will keep you posted on the scene here, in case anything else develops.

We go backstage to ringside where we see Alecia Matthews and Nikki Dean, both perplexed.

Nikki Dean: What was that about?

Alecia Matthews: I don't know but if Thunder's recent actions are anything to go off by then I would be very weary if I were DK.



Purple and pink lights flash around the arena, as Swearin’ ‘Shrinking Violet’ hits the loud speakers. ‘Watch me carefully, size me up to a certain degree’, an arrogant Rosa appears at the top of the ramp, a smirk on her face. ‘You’re afraid, and I want you to stay that way’. The youngster exudes cockiness as she ambles down the ramp towards the ring.

Christa Adina: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, making her WFWF debut, from London, England…Rosa!

She slides into the ring, skips across to the other side, leans back against the turnbuckle, and smiles as she prepares for the match to get started.

Alecia Matthews: Great opportunity for both Rosa and Jacque here tonight. A win here will put either competitor on the map.

Nikki Dean: And the question is – who?

Strobe lights flash, spotlights circle the arena, and Iggy Pop's scratchy voice screams out over the punk rock guitar chords of "Search and Destroy".

I'm a streetwalking cheetah with a heart full of napalm

I'm a runaway son of a nuclear A-bomb

I am the world's forgotten boy

The one who searches and destroys

Jacque Le Douche, all 6' 7" off him strides onto the stage like he owns the place as the spotlights stop swirling around and all center on him. Jacque stops long enough to peruse the audience and soak in the boos. It only serves to strengthen his resolve as he walks back and forth on the stage to look at the audience as if trying to single out each and every one of the fans in attendance. It works on more than a few who do their best to avoid the crimson giant's fearsome glare.

Christa Adina: And her opponent, currently residing in The Bronx, weighing in at twio hundred and seventy-five pounds….Jacque Le Douche!

Honey gotta help me please

Somebody gotta save my soul

Baby, detonate for me!

Jacque quickly grows tired of the fans and turns his attention to the ring, walking towards it like a man with a purpose, which is all too true. Jacque Le Douche is in the building on a mission to maim and mutilate... to search and destroy!

And I'm the world's forgotten boy

The one who's searchin', searchin' to destroy

Jacque stomps up the ring steps, walks along the apron to the middle, and steps over the top rope into the ring. He quickly removes his jackets and shirt leaving him in his ripped jeans with chain belt and motorcycle boots, grabs the top rope on either side of the turnbuckle and does a few quick stretches all the while testing the ropes for how much give they have, then turns to the middle of the ring ready to fight... ready to destroy.

And honey I'm the world's forgotten boy

The one who's searchin' only to destroy

DING! DING! DING!

The size difference is apparent as both gladiators circle the ring. Jacque snarls at Rosa who seems unfazed by the big man. They go to lock up but Rosa immediately slides underneath Jacque’s legs! She dropkicks the back of Jacque’s legs but his legs are tree trunks.

Alecia Matthews: Rosa is going to need a sharper axe if she wants to chop that tree down.

The hit-and-move style of Rosa throws Jacque off as he struggles to catch his much quicker opponent. Stiff-looking kicks to the Jacque’s leg cause the big man to flinch. He swings his body around, his massive arm extended to his right in an attempt to catch Rosa off-guard, but she swiftly ducks it!

She then climbs atop Jacque and wraps her arms around his neck with a choke! She struggles to maintain a firm grip as her small arms are barely big enough to go all the way around Jacque’s neck. In a defensive move, Jacque immediately hurls himself into the corner, crushing Rosa!

Alecia Matthews: Rosa’s inexperience will be what brings her down.

Nikki Dean: Agreed. She should’ve kept working that leg of Jacque to bring him down to her size. That just put Jacque in complete control.

The weight of 275+ at full speed was too much for Rosa and she’s down. Jacque punches his thigh to stop the pain in his leg. He huffs and puffs as he stomps towards Rosa. The loud hoofs pounding the mat cause her to become alert and move out of danger as Jacque attempts to squash her head like a watermelon.

She slides in-between his legs again and gives herself some distance. When Jacque charges towards her, she dropkicks his knee again, stopping the big man in his tracks. More kicks to the leg of Jacque but he refuses to go down. Rosa bounces off the ropes and hits another dropkick to the knee.

Jacque is starting to feel it and Rosa senses it.

She bounces off the ropes again and goes for another dropkick and this time, it’s enough to bring The Crimson Giant to one knee!

Rosa throws herself into the ropes, heading right for the downed Jacque – but he catches her!

Alecia Matthews: WHOA!

With a crazed look in his eye, he starts nodding his head. Rosa looks terrified.

While on one knee, Jacque manages to stand up with the tiny Rosa in his arms.

Nikki Dean: The sheer strength of Jacque is impressive!

He then tosses Rosa like a ragdoll with a wicked fallaway slam! The impact of the move sends Rosa crashing and burning onto the mat and to the outside!

Referee Small Hands start to make the count

The look of a madman remains ever so present on Jacque’s face as he exits the ring.

He towers over Rosa who crawls away.

He grabs Rosa by her throat and lifts her to her feet before tossing her with little effort into the crowd and over the barricade!

The Crimson Giant doesn’t waste any time being on the offensive as he climbs over the barricade and continues the onslaught on the much smaller Rosa.

Grabbing a handful of Rosa’s clothes, Jacque proceeds to smash Rosa against the barricade like a battering ram!

Nikki Dean: Rosa is so small that Jacque is able to use his full strength and oh man, it’s brutal.

With each thrust, Jacque crushes Rosa against the steel more vicious than before.

The big man winds up and lets out a blood-curdling scream before thrusting Rosa head-first into the steel barricades -

Alecia Matthews: OH MY GOD!

Nikki Dean: He threw Rosa through the barricades!

Rosa’s body is lifeless as it sprawls out across the steel. The referee is half-way through his count when Jacque again with a handful of shirt and tights, hoists Rosa off the ground and tosses her into the ring. He reaches around his waist and undoes the steel chain, wrapping it around his knee. He then smacks the chain with the palm of his hand.

He scoops Rosa up and places her on his shoulder.

CLINK!

Alecia Matthews: Oh dear God!

An audible and synonymous groan buzzes throughout the Little Caesars Arena as Rosa tumbles down to the mat, her legs bent behind her, her lips and nose starting to swell up as blood starts trickling from her nose.

She was just introduced to Jacque’s chain wrapped knee as he hits the infamous move – Go to Hell.

The big man gets down and places his massive hand on Rosa’s chest.

1!

2!

3!

DING! DING! DING!

Christa Adina: Here is your winner…..Jacque Le Douche!

Referee Small Hands knows better, he stays away from Jacque who roars in victory, raising his own arms high in the sky.

Nikki Dean: The WFWF has a new monster and his name is Jacque!

Alecia Matthews: He definitely sent a message to everyone backstage tonight and unfortunately for Rosa, she was the first example to show everyone what Jacque is capable of.

The Crimson Giant doesn’t waste anymore time with the celebrations, he makes his exit, leaving Small Hands to tend to the broken body of Rosa.

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Alecia Matthews: The WFWF is seemingly a landscape of new opportunities with Priceless and Jacque on a trajectory to greatness!

Nikki Dean: This is the change that guys like Frank Lynn and Josh Dean were always talking about and -

Alecia Matthews: And I'm just being informed of ANOTHER new venture for the WFWF.

We cut to a vignette.

Where legends collide and stars are born!

Bigger than Loaded!

Bigger than Scars and Stripes!

Bigger than SuperBrawl!

The WFWF and Kash Industries present Blood Money: Toil in the Land of Oil.

LIVE from Saudi Arabia!

Cut to the crowd



Nikki Dean: So.....who's going to call the show?

Alecia Matthews: I...uhh....yeah. Not a fan.

Before the commentary team is able to process the big announcement -

“The following message was paid for by Trace Demon”.

This message on a black screen gives way to an up-close shot of a smiling Trace Demon. His surroundings unknown, the only thing visible behind his head is that of an office wall.

Trace Demon: For those of you unaware, my name is Trace Demon, and for the better part of ten years I was a staple of the WFWF. The King of Demons, the True Villain, the Final Boss, it didn’t matter what name you called me, I was the embodiment of this company. I’ve been a hero, a villain, and everything in between, and I have done everything there is to do. WFWF World Heavyweight Champion, WFWF International Champion, Tag Team Champion, National Champion, the list goes on. When people thought of the WFWF you can be damn sure that I was one of the first names to be brought up. And then three years ago I was battered, bludgeoned, destroyed, by Tyler Draven, a monster that I created.

As he speaks the camera hovers on his face, very slowly panning out, inch by inch.

Trace Demon: I was comatose for six months, then a year of rehab to get to a state that I could even think of coming back to wrestling, all the while the WFWF continued on without me, uncaring, un-acknowledging, of what was done to me. Hell, the WFWF was so supportive of taking me out of the picture that they promoted Tyler Draven as the man who had killed the king, but guess what, I’m not dead, and when you come for the king you’d better not miss.

The camera continues pulling back, revealing that Trace Demon sits behind what was one a posh, mahogany desk. Now the desk is covered in rough carve marks, chunks taken from it, and a barbed wire covered, metal baseball bat sits atop it, the very weapon once used to try and put the Demon down.

Trace Demon: Nobody knew I was coming back at Superbrawl, nobody. Not your precious board of directors, not the new money, old same general manager Kris Kash, not a single member of the roster, announce team staff, cleaning crew, nobody. Because despite everything that has changed over the past three years there is one thing that will never change, and that is that Trace Demon does exactly what he wants, when he wants, and there isn’t a damn thing that anybody can do about it. Case in point, right now.

Pulling further out onto the back wall of the office, where a picture of Kris Kash hangs, massive tear marks ripped through it. Across the wall a message has been painted in thick, red paint.

THIS IS ONLY THE BEGINNING.

Trace Demon: I marched right into WFWF headquarters, a building I know all too well, and I walked straight into the office of your esteemed general manager and I did this, why? Well one, because I felt like it, and two, I needed to make perfectly clear to the man running this place what dealing with me is all about. You see Kris, once upon a time I ran this place, owned the whole damn company to be precise. And when I got bored and eventually sold up I made damn sure that I gave myself a little parting gift. A golden contract, guaranteeing me employment, and a very sizeable paycheck, with the WFWF for as long as I so please, regardless of my actions during my tenure. That all breaks down to one thing, that I can do whatever I want and you can’t do anything about it. Which is why at Superbrawl I was able to turn up and take the time I wanted, which is exactly what I did.

Panning onto the full office now, which is in total disarray. Every little thing has been totally smashed to pieces, from the carved up desk to the painted wall to the shattered windows. The office has been totally destroyed.

Trace Demon: My message at Superbrawl was perfectly clear, the WFWF tried to put me down, tried to end my career, my life! But you failed, because you weren’t willing to make sure the job was done right. That’s where I differ, because I’m nothing if not thorough. In that moment, when I was lying there, blood pouring from my cracked open skull, that is the moment that everything changed, that is the moment that pandora’s box was opened and there ain’t no putting the lid back on it. See this, all of this-

He waves his hand around to signal at the destruction of Kris Kash’s office and then slams it down with such force onto the table that the sound echoes.

Trace Demon: This is nothing, this is barely a teaser for what’s to come. This isn’t some angle, this isn’t some big scene to hype up my return, this is a damn war. As far as I’m concerned you take one of mine, I take all of yours, you turn up with a knife, I’ll turn up with a f*****g nuclear bomb and raze this damn company from the face of the earth! This isn’t some game, I’ve not come back to fight, I’ve not come back to win matches, or speak poetic rhetoric, I’ve come back to end the WFWF. I’ve come back to tear this company to the ground, not so I can rebuild it, but so I can bury it and everyone it, and everyone who works for it, or watches it, or speaks about it. If you are part of the WFWF then it’s already too late, because this isn’t a warning…

He picks up the barbed wire bat, holding it in one hand, leaning back in his seat, staring at it.

Trace Demon: This is simply the end.

Back at ringside.

Nikki Dean: As if going to Saudi Arabia wasn't bad enough, now Trace is on the warpath. Great.



Then, a pair of haunting choir voices echo throughout the arena, followed by the melodic voice, backed up by drums and a distant guitar -

Ooooooooh 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 gooooooooooo!

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: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! From Indianapolis, Indiana, weighing in at two hundred and twenty pounds, he is the current WFWF Vanguard Champion….”The Icebreaker” Johhhhhhhhhhhhhnny Mason!

Alecia Matthews: Christa is right, even though Mason doesn’t have the championship belt with him here tonight. What happened to him at SuperBrawl was wrong.

Nikki Dean: Johnny Mason has a lot of potential and unfortunately, he made a mistake in trusting someone like Tyson Watts. He had his championship belt stolen from him, the most humiliating thing one can do to a world champion.

Alecia Matthews: Funny you say that….

Nikki Dean: Excuse me?

Alecia Matthews: Oh, nothing.

From behind the curtain comes Johnny Mason. He looks determined, focused and most notably – pissed. His no nonsense demeanor carries him all the way to the ring, not bothering to pose or anything once he’s inside the ring.

The lighting dims as the opening drums and violin chords of "Reunited" by the Wu-Tang Clan resonate throughout the arena. The crowd stirs for twenty seconds until the genius known as GZA's verse hits, EBR emerging from the back to a loud cheer from the crowd. Clad in a black boxing robe adjourned with a hood, he briefly pauses before he departs down the entrance ramp.

Christa Adina: And his opponent, from Los Angeles, California, weighing in at two hundred and fifty-five pounds…..”The Poltergeist” E….B…..R!

Once he reaches the ringside area he slowly saunters around the ring, beginning a slow yet dramatic ascension of the steel ring steps. Once he reaches the top he produces a bottle of powder out of his robe, tapping the contents onto his hand before discarding the bottle (which is historically found on eBay several days later). With a spotlight shining on him and rubbing the powder onto his hands, he hurls it into the air, creating a white cloud as his hood simultaneously falls from his head to yet another pop from the crowd. He enters the ring and approaches his respective corner, removing his robe as he awaits the start of the match.

Both wrestlers do not take their eyes off one another.

The tension can be felt through the arena. Mason looks like a timebomb, just waiting to explode yet EBR remains stoic. He approaches Mason and extends his hand out in an act of sportsmanship. The Icebreaker starts to tremble, his lip quivers and he bobs his body exaggeratedly in the corner, contemplating what to do next.

EBR remains fixated on his opponent.

Mason takes a few steps forward -

Huge pop from the crowd.

Nikki Dean: Great show of sportsmanship there.

EBR and Mason shake hands with EBR appealingly mouthing words to Mason.

Both men circle around the center of the ring, looking for an opportunity to make the first move.

The match is a back-and-forth epic battle. It's Johnny Mason's crowning moment, staying toe-to-toe with EBR the whole way. For a good chunk of the match, it involves catch wrestling, a lot of technical abilities.

Johnny Mason almost scores the pinfall.

Almost.

And that triggers the wolverine in him.

Mason remains on the offensive for a large portion of the match but EBR makes the comeback. His expertise and experience allow him to overcome Mason and gain the upper hand. 

Once EBR got Mason in the corner - Black Sun time.

Alecia Matthews: We all know what that means....

BLACK HOLE.

1!

2!

3!

DING! DING! DING!

Christa Adina: Here is your winner....E....B.....R!

EBR poses in the corner, pointing at the Blood Money banner that hangs high in the arena.

Nikki Dean: Looks like we know what EBR's next move is but the question is; against who?

Alecia Matthews: *under her breath* who do you think?

Nikki Dean: What was that? I'm having a hard time hearing you.

Alecia Matthews: I think my headset is dying.

Nikki Dean: Right.

Before EBR leaves the ring, he extends his hand out towards Mason again.

The crowd comes unglued as The Icebreaker shakes EBR's hand. The Poltergeist then raises Mason's arm in victory.

Johnny Mason is a made man after tonight. EBR mouths words to Mason before leaving him alone in the ring.

The rowdy Detroit crowd give Mason a standing ovation for the performance, daresay match of the night.

But suddenly -

Unknown: HA HA HA AHAHA HA HA HA HA

Alecia Matthews: Oh no! Come on!

Mason is dropped to the mat by Dion Jackson and a squealing and sweaty Tyson Watts! He screams as Dion continues pummeling the fallen Mason. The crowd buzzes at the two in a swarm of boos!

Tyson Watts: Get him, baby! GET HIM!

Dion grabs the Vanguard Championship and bashes Mason's head with it until his face is wearing a crimson mask, the blood pouring from his face!

Alecia Matthews: Someone stop this!

Suddenly, Watts yelps -

Tyson Watts: STOP!

The sight is gruesome; Mason, twitching and convulsing as blood oozes out of his head. The Vanguard Championship is dripping blood onto the mat.

Then.....Watts starts laughing again, his complexion turning from a ghostly white to a beet red.

The damage has been done and with that, Dion slings the bloodied Vanguard Championship over his shoulder and the two men leave The Icebreaker in a pool of his own blood.

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Alecia Matthews: What just happened isn't for the faint of heart. I'm getting flashbacks to the gruesome attack on Mesh at SuperBrawl X...

Nikki Dean: The war between Johnny Mason and Tyson Watts isn't over. We'll provide any update on Mason whenever we get one.

Alecia Matthews: And I've just received word that Kay Fabe may have some update on Devilkiller right now. We've got a camera back there, I believe. Let's check that out now.

We cut backstage, where Devilkiller is striding down a hallway. Kay Fabe and the cameraperson are doing their best to keep up. She gets close enough to him to finally shove the microphone in his face.

Kay Fabe: Devilkiller, just where are you going right now? Are you going to meet with Thunder?

No response.

Kay Fabe: What is your reaction to the things he said earlier? Are you ready for the main event and Josh Dean?

No response, and walking faster.

Kay Fabe: Can you trust Thunder?

He still does not respond, and now he has reached his destination: the conference room. Thunder is seated at the table, and gets up when he sees who has arrived. Devilkiller walks inside. The camera also walks inside, and his met with the palm of Thunder's hand pushing back at it. He gently pushes the camera back outside the threshold. Kay Fabe had yet to enter.

Thunder: I appreciate the interest. But this is now a private meeting and I'm afraid three's a crowd. No further questions.

Thunder shuts the door on the camera and we cut away.



Christa Adina: Ladies and gentlemen, it’s now time for your main event of the evening!

Nikki Dean: I’m excited for this one!

The arena lights fall as the opening Heart's "Barracuda" hits the arena, filling the entrance way with smoke as pink and purple strobe lights flicker across the curtain. Not a moment later, Scarlett Quinn walks through the curtain with her arms stretched out. She pauses for a moment, bathing herself in the light.

Christa Adina: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from Montreal, Canada but now residing in Arizona, Scarlett Quinnnnnnnnnnnnn!

Alecia Matthews: Listen to this ovation from the crowd!

Nikki Dean: It’s been a long time since we last saw Scarlett inside a WFWF ring but she looks better than ever!

Once ringside, Scarlett makes the quick jog up the steel steps. She gives herself a moment to wipe her feet on the apron before slipping into the ring through the top and middle ropes. Scarlett keeps her eye on the hard cam as she climbs up the ropes and raises her arms into the air. Hopping off the ropes, Scarlett approaches the corner as the lights slowly return.

The rhythmic opening drum beat to Kanye West’s “Amazing” elicits a murmuring of discontent from the crowd. In the Diva fashion that has come to define his wrestling tenure DGX sees fit to force the live audience to wait hammering home that no matter how much time passes or things change they will always be on HIS time, not on theirs. When the first round of amazing chants from Kanye finally brings him to the stage the crowd lets him know how they feel about it (they jeer voraciously).

Christa Adina: And her opponent, from Anaheim, California, weighing in at two hundred and fifteen pounds, D….G…..X!

Seemingly unbothered by his reception the Sovereign surveys his masses before proceeding down to the ring in a considerably less frills and pomp entrance than has come to define him. Climbing the stairs and taking the ring post he climbs to the second rope and looks out on the fans but does not deign to pose for them. General abuse and a few short lived “you suck” chants meet his disapproving gaze before he finally looks down into his ring and takes stock of what is in it. After a few moments he climbs down, again doing nothing to acknowledge the fans before finding his way to a corner and affecting a nonchalant lean as he makes eye contact with Scarlett.

The Princess mean mugs Sovereign as the bell rings.

DING! DING! DING!

The two legends circle around the Party Time in the End Times logo that’s etched into the mat, waiting for the right moment to strike.

The Princess is scrappy in the beginning, using her size and speed to gain the advantage early on but DGX, always calculating and one step ahead of his opponents, gains the advantage almost immediately.

DGX picks a body part and dismembers it, move after move. Scarlett has the speed advantage which keeps her safe, but DGX can almost predict his opponent’s next move.

DGX shoots Scarlett into the ropes and she leaps into the air!

Nikki Dean: Beautiful Thez Press by Scarlett –

Alecia Matthews: WHAT A COUNTER!

DGZ swiftly moves out the way and grabs her leg, wrenching it in a single-leg crab in one fell swoop!

The move is agonizing to The Princess who screams and yelps with nowhere to go in the center of the ring. DGX torques the move so the pain increases.

Quinn uses her nimbleness to reach the ropes and break the hold.

DGX uses his power and size to capitalize on Scarlett but she's way too fast for him and for a good portion of the match, that's exactly what happens.

DGX goes for a move, Quinn escapes.

DGX grabs Quinn, she reverses.

However, DGX remains stoic. He doesn't get enraged or flustered.

He remains eerily calm.

Scarlett runs all over the ring, nailing DGX every chance she gets but then DGX tackles her to the ground and locks her in a rear-naked choke!

That move, while not the way DGX wants to win the match does serve one purpose -

Nikki Dean: By having to use all her energy to escape the hole, DGX is methodically wearing her down, draining her of all her energy.

Scarlett uses everything she has to escape the hold but almost immediately, DGX follows up with a -

Alecia Matthews: BREAKDOWN!

DGX smirks as he hooks the leg!

1!

2!

3!

DING! DING! DING!

Christa Adina: Here is your winner....D.....G......X!

DGX celebrates in the corner, turning his head to look at the fallen Scarlett Quinn before turning his attention towards the crowd again.

The last shot of the show shows DGX with his eyes fixated on the Blood Money banner off the distance.

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Big thanks to jdfranchise, King Richius, Thunder and Rated R for their segments. 

I hope this show is worth the wait. It's very story-driven which I love and the road to Blood Money starts here!

[King Richius]

Good show with interesting segments all around and concise yet entertaining matches. No reason every match has to run 5-10 pages, eh? I certainly won't complain about Jacque's debut as it definitively established his in ring style as pure smash mouth destruction, which is exactly what I wanted.

Looking forward to the next show.

EDIT: After reading the "CLINK!" line I can't stop hearing Werner Klemperer saying "Hoooooooggggggaaaaaan!" in his unique accent.

[sonstuds]

Kris Kash sure is unpopular.

[Kill Em' All]

Good stuff to everyone; and props to the show and it's well written matches and the hard work put into it.
Glad to have taken part in another show; can't wait to move Priceless forward as well as seeing the WFWF as a whole move to our next show

[dachs]

why the am i being jobbed out