The fans gather into the arena all excited, signs in hand, superstar merchandise proudly worn on display and some even in costumes of their favorite superstars from other industries. Security guards get into place, technicians make last minute checkups and EMTs prepare ambulances and stretches just in case. Referees all remain backstage going over minor details with the younger newer refs and the atmosphere is outstanding as RWF looks forward to its first PPV and the fans are showing it as the volume continues to grow as the timer grows closer to 0. Very close and the fans begin to countdown with it 10! 9! 8! 7! 6! 5! 4! 3! 2! 1! And then the entire arena grows quiet for a few seconds…
The entrance to the song came on and then everyone shot to their feet and practically blew the roof off with cheers, then the guitar part hit and the fireworks/pyro started to go off. A shower of sparks from the ground and the bottom of the jumbotron as fireworks went off on the far right and left sides. Then the fireworks went off in machine gun manner going from the stage, down the ramp to the just before the ring, then back up toward the stage. Then, as they reached the stage two big fireworks went off and then the music was heard playing behind the roar of fans.
Steve Richardson: “Hello and welcome to RWF, wrestling fans! I’m Steve Richardson”
Frank Roberts: “And I’m Frank Roberts and tonight we bring you Fall Brawl! Real Wrestling Federation’s first ever PPV, and what a show it’s gonna be!”
Steve Richardson: “You’ve got that right Frank. Kicking off the night with the two most recently signed members on the roster, Nathan Harris and HardKore Comley. That looks promising!”
Frank Roberts: “Then, we’ve got Braxton Carver and Asylum clearing up some bad blood from last week in a match.”
Steve Richardson: “There’s also a tag team match featuring 4 min whom all won their matches last week and that’ll be The Feared up against Dante Pritchard and Matt Sydal.”
Frank Roberts: “After that we get somewhat of a rematch from last week’s main event, another congratulations to Alexander the Great. It’ll be the two runners up from that match, Xavier Serikaz and Bryan Anderson facing off for the RWF Television Championship!”
Steve Richardson: “I also can’t wait for this No Disqualification match-up between Max Cranson and William Frost. After weeks of attacking one another, they now get to dish it out with no rules. AND the match I’m looking forward to most tonight, the main event for our first ever RWF Championship between the 7 foot tall Destroyer, Sobek and the awe inspiring Alexander the Great in a Ladder Match!”
Frank Roberts: “It’s gonna be one heck of a show, so let’s get it underway!”
The music hits and Nathan comes running out with his hands above his head in a “hanging loose” style. The crowd gives him a cheer figuring, if he’s coming out pumped up, then they might as well be pumped up with him.
Ring Announcer: “This match is schedule for one fall! Introducing first, weighing in at 251 pounds! From, West Newbury, Massachusetts! Nathan Haaaaarriiis!”
He makes his way down the ramp and slaps a few high fives on both sides of the ramp before reaching the area right before the ring. He makes his way over to the steel steps and then walks up them and quickly gets in the ring soon after. He once again throws both hands in the air with the same “hanging loose” style and yells out trying to pump up the crowd. He then gets up on the turnbuckle nearest to him and points both thumbs at himself and screams “I was born to do this! And it’s time to prove it!”. He then jumps down and pulls his shirt off over his head and tosses it out into the crowd, then backs up into his corner and awaits his opponent.
The music blasts to life and fire shoots up out of the turnbuckles, catching Nathan off guard and he quickly moves away from the corner. Then, Comley steps out from behind the curtain with his head lowered and the fans give him a mixed reaction not knowing what to think, but kinda creeped out by the segments he has had so far.
Ring Announcer: “And his opponent, weighing in at 323 pounds! From Portsmouth, England! HaaaardKooooore Comleeeeeyyyy!”
He makes his way slowly down the ramp which has open burning flames lining the sides the entire way down. There is also fire coming up from every side of the ring apron except for the once facing closest to the apron, almost as if Comley is using the fire to keep Nathan Harris from running away. Upon reaching the ring Comley kneels on the apron then reaches up and pulls himself into a standing position. Comley climbs over the top rope then walks so that he is only a few feet from Nathan and without so much as showing a smiley he glares into Nathan’s eyes and does a cutthroat taunt right there. Nathan stands his ground, the flames burning all around him on the apron and then Comley smiles a little as he backs away, the flames extinguish and the music fades.
The two men then step forward, Nathan in a ready to fight stance and Comley just standing normally and the bell is rung signaling the start to the match.
Steve Richardson: “And this one is underway!”
The two men lock up and although Nathan may be just as strong as Comley despite the size difference, Comley’s towering height gives him a leverage advantage that allows him to force Nathan back into the corner. Comley holds him there for a 4-count before letting him go and then backing up slowly. Nathan stares him down for a second before moving for another lockup. This time Harris almost immediately tries to pull Comley’s head down for a headlock only to get shoved off by Comley. Harris then turns around and Comley slaps his big gloved right hand around the throat of Harris, whose eyes widen.
Frank Roberts: “He’s looking to end it early!”
Steve Richardson: “Is he already gonna finish this?!”
Harris pushes Comley’s hand away and backs up toward the cornerpost, only to get smashed against it by a charging Comley’s arm as he clotheslines Harris against the corner. Comley then grabs the arm of Harris and Irish whips him across the ring toward the opposite corner, but instead of releasing him to run, he just pulls Harris back by the arm and then clotheslines him down to the mat and covers. 1…t- but barely gets a one count before Harris kicks out. Comley then gets to his feet and lifts Harris to his feet and then scoop slams him right back down and covers. 1…t- but again barely gets much of a count at all. Comley once again gets to his feet then backs up as Harris slowly gets to his feet. Once Harris has reached a kneeling position, Comley charges in and goes for a low dropkick, aiming for the back of Harris only to have him roll out of the way. Comley hits the mat and immediately starts to get to his feet but is caught kneeling with a punch from Harris. Nathan then hits another punch and another punch, keeping Comley down on one knee. Harris then grabs Conley’s arm and pulls him up onto his shoulders and then looks out to the crowd and yells.
Steve Richardson: “Now Nathan Harris is looking for a possible early victory!”
Frank Roberts: “Will he finish it here?!”
Comley manages to throw a couple elbows to the side of Harris’s head while on his shoulders, then drops down behind Harris. As soon as his feet touch the mat of the ring he reaches around and grabs Harris Sidewalk Slam style and then drops him down to the mat and covers. 1…2- but barely gets the two count as Harris once again kicks out. Comley looks irritated as he gets back to his feet, bringing Harris up with him. He looks to continue targeting the back as he immediately picks up Harris sidewalk slam style once again, this time dropping Harris over his knee, finishing a backbreaker and then covers once more as Harris yells out in pain. 1…2.- but Harris continues to show resiliency.
Steve Richardson: “Nathan Harris unable to amount any sort of offense so far, but showing just how resilient and durable he is.”
Comley this time gives the ref a glare as he gets to his feet and pulls Nathan up with him. He then throws a hard right that staggers Harris, then follows with another and another, and finishes the combo with a boot to the midsection. Harris bends over holding his gut and Comley hooks him powerbomb style, putting Harris’s head between his legs.
Frank Roberts: “New big boy, Comley looking for something big here!”
Steve Richardson: “But, will it be big enough to put away the ever resilient, Nathan Harris?”
Comley then goes to lift Harris powerbomb style, but is impeded when Harris holds onto his legs stopping the pull. Comley stops trying for a couple seconds then again attempts to hoist Harris powerbomb style, but is once again impeded, when Nathan holds his legs. After he stops pressure this time, Harris manages to lift and toss Comley over his back for a back body drop! Harris then falls down to one knee to regain some stamina.
Steve Richardson: “Harris turns the tides and manages to lift the big man, Comley!”
Frank Roberts: “Things just got interesting!”
Comley almost immediately gets to his feet and Nathan turns around to meet him head on. They trade punches back and forth, until Nathan gets the upperhand, hitting right after right until Comley falls back against the turnbuckle. Harris then does a “you can’t see me” taunt and gives Comley a hard right sending him down into a sitting position, but he isn’t done there. He quickly lifts Comley back to his feet and gives him another right, followed with a kick to the gut, then he quickly hooks Comley for a suplex, and all in one motion hoists the big man up and over for a suplex!
Steve Richardson: “Nathan Harris finally showing signs of life as he starts to build momentum!”
The crowd starts to grow a little as he continues the onslaught. He lifts Comley to his feet once more and Irish whips him, only to have it reversed and he goes running instead. After a rebound, Comley goes for a big boot, but Harris ducks it and runs by, rebounding once again. Harris charges and leaps up hitting a flying shoulder block. Comley manages to stay on his feet but staggers back a bit, leaning against the ropes. Harris then charges in and goes for a clotheslines to send Comley to the outside, but Comley drops down and pulls the top rope causing Harris to go over, however he manages to hold himself on the apron. Comley then gets to his feet, turning around as he does so to see where Harris is and gets a hard right, in the face that causes him to stagger back. Harris the runs across the apron to one of the turnbuckles and climbs to the top rope. HardKore Comley then turns around and Harris leaps, going for a flying shoulderblock, but Comley throws a huge boot up into the face of Harris as he comes flying in and Harris hits the mat hard, Comley also falls possibly trying to regain stamina.
Steve Richarson: “My God! What a boot! A possible knockout shot from HardKore Comley!”
Frank Roberts: “Nearly beheaded poor, Nathan Harris.”
After a few seconds of rest, Comley gets to his hands and knees and crawls over to Nathan Harris and covers him 1…2…- but only reaches about 2 ½ and Nathan manages to kick out. Comley gets to his feet and corners the ref in a corner angrily saying “If you don’t hit the 3, you’re next.” He then turns back to Nathan Harris who is now beginning to get up and he puts his big, gloved right hand high above his head and starts wiggling his fingers, signaling for The Dead End (Chokeslam). Nathan finally reaches his feet slowly and turns around, only to have the big gloved hand of Comley slapped around his neck once again. Comley then throws Harris’s arm over his and lifts him up, but Nathan somehow gets free and lifts Comley up, turns him in mid air and finishes with a spin-out powerbomb! The fans go crazy as both men lay there regaining stamina and nursing there injuries!
Steve Richardson: “What a move by Nathan Harris!”
Frank Roberts: “Comley was looking to possibly put this one away and Nathan Harris just keeps firing back!”
After a few seconds Harris jumps up to his feet as if he is suddenly filled with adrenaline and he moves over to stand over Comley and then holds his hand high above his head and bends down so his face is only a couple feet away from Comley’s and brings his hand down in front of his face as he does so. He then waves his hand in front of his face and yells “You. Can’t. See. Me.” Only to be hit right in the neck with a throat thrust from the lying down Comley. Harris stumbles back, uttering a few coughs as he nurses his neck and Comley gets to his feet. Comley gets one step closer to Nathan before he charges in and goes for a clothesline only be hoisted up by Comley, flipped around in midair and then smashed down on the mat for a tilt-a-whirl slam. Comley then refuses to cover out of frustration and instead lifts Nathan to his feet, not giving him time to rest as he hoists Harris up scoop slam style and then places him Tree of Woe style on the turnbuckle.
Steve Richardson: “Comley now looking to punish Harris for continuing to kick out after each punishing move!”
After he hangs Harris he then gives him a couple hard right shots to the abdomen before taking a couple steps back. Comley then charges in and hits a low dropkick to the hanging Harris’s head/chest and slides through the bottom rope to the outside. Harris falls off the turnbuckle and holds his head, groaning in pain as he wriggles around on the mat. Comley then rolls in under the bottom rope pushes Harris onto his back and covers him. 1…2…th- but Harris somehow, someway manages to throw a shoulder up and break the count!
Steve Richardson: “Can he be beat?! Will he never stay down?!”
Frank Roberts: “Nathan is definitely showing us all, that he can take as much damage as just about anyone we’ve seen.”
Comley brings Nathan right back to his feet, not even bothering to argue this time and then hoists him up into the air military press style. He holds Harris up, his arms fully extended over his head as he does so and roars to the crowd, only to have Harris slip out of the hold and down behind him. Harris then runs back bouncing off the rope and before Comley can get turned around, he hits a chopblock that behind him again and rebounds, as Comley is getting back up, now in a seated position. Harris then hits a throwback on the seated Comley and causes him to fall back to a laying position again. The crowd behind him, he covers Comley. 1…2…- but Comley kicks out about two and a half and the match remains alive.
Steve Richardson: “Nathan now trying to make some sort of comeback, trying to catch himself a break here.”
Harris wastes no time, directly after the count is broke he rolls Comley over, bends his leg and traps it with his own legs, then lays over his back and pulls Comley’s head back putting him in the STF hold!
Steve Richardson: “Woah! And the submission hold is locked in! How will Comley escape this one!”
Frank Roberts: “All of Harris’s resiliency may pay off right here!”
Comley struggles around, keeping his right hand up in the air showing that he is not tapping, and Harris yells out as he pulls back on the hold. Comley sits there struggling for a moment and then his face turns to a crazed smile and he starts laughing. This angers Nathan causing him to pull back tighter on the hold and Comley just continues to bellow laughter. Harris then completely turns his body, pulling back as far as Comley’s body will allow and he starts off with what sounds like a yell, but then it just turns into laughter again. Harris lets go of the hold and quickly moves around so that he is squatting eye to eye with Comley who is laying down on his stomach finishing up some laughter. Comley with an amused tone in his voice yells “Isn’t pain just the greatest?!” Nathan shakes his head in disgust and gets to his feet and Comley yells “Now, it’s YOUR turn!” then Nathan charges across the ring and rebounds then comes back and hits a low dropkick to the side of Cromley who begins laughing again.
Steve Richardson: “I-Is Comley… laughing?”
Frank Roberts: “It appears that the pain is only motivating him more.”
Steve Richardson: “What kind of a monster is this?”
Harris now forces Comley up to his feet and gives Comley a quick kick to gut and causes Comley to bend over holding himself, coughing a couple times and then laughs a little more. Harris then spins around to the side of Comley and hoists him up and back hitting a Saito Suplex! He then covers 1- but barely gets a one count as Comley seems almost possessed as he throws Nathan completely off of him as he sits up.
Steve Richardson: “HardKore Comley also showing some resiliency!”
Frank Roberts: “And Nathan Harris showing his strength, lifting the big man with ease.”
Harris fires a punch at Comley sending him back down to the mat, but Comley sits right back up with a smile on his face. Nathan then throws another right and knocks Comley back to the mat, but again he sits right back up. Nathan then throws another right, this time Comley catches it in his big gloved hand and gets to his feet holding the fist. Nathan then swings the other fist and Comley ducks under it, letting go of the originan. Harris then turns around to meet Comley head on only to get a big kick to the gut and then not even a complete second later Comley DDTs him down to the mat, and then gets to his feet sporting a big smile, crazed fury burning in his eyes.
Frank Roberts: “It appears that whatever trance has taken over Comley is only strengthening as he goes.”
Comley now stalks the prey as Harris sits up shaking ‘cobwebs’ out of his head as he does so. Comley walks right over to Harris on the ground and puts his big gloved hand over the forhead/top of head of Nathan Harris and then begins squeezing as hard as he can, same crazed smile on his face while his ungloved hand holds the back of Harris’s head to keep him in place. Nathan struggles around grabbing onto Comley’s arm that is currently squeezing on his head and trying to pry it off. Comley’s standing however gives him a leverage advantage and Harris can’t seem to pry it free. Slowly he starts to fade as his yelling seems to quiet down. Then after a few more seconds one of his arms trying to fight it off falls down to the mat. Comley starts to chuckle to himself as he squeezes a bit harder and then Harris’s eyes blink rapidly as his other hand falls to the mat.
Steve Richardson: “That claw hold seems to be having full effect on Nathan Harris.”
Frank Roberts: “Yeah he’s definitely fading, this match won’t be going much longer.”
Comley then pulls Nathan’s face within a few inches of his and in his deep voice asks “Tell me, Nathan. Does it hurt?!” he then laughs as the smashes Nathan’s head back against the mat and pulls his leg up for the cover. 1…2…thr- but somehow Nathan throws a shoulder up and kicks out of the cover, the fans yelling “OOOOH!” as he gets out of the close count. The smile on Comley’s face disappears as he pushes Nathan’s shoulder back down to the mat for another cover.
Steve Richardson: “Comley can’t believe that Nathan kicked out of that one. And frankly, neither can we.”
1…2…thr- and once again Nathan throws the same shoulder up the crowd uttering yet another “OOOOH!” Comley then hits the downed Harris with a couple rights and covers once again 1..2…t- but this time Harris kicks out a little earlier. Comley, clearly frustrated gets to his feet and corners the ref. “I warned you what would happen if you wouldn’t hit the 3!” The ref puts his hands up as if to say “please don’t” and Comley goes to take a step toward the ref but feels a hand grab his ankle. He turns around and looks down to see Nathan holding onto him. He gets an annoyed look and slaps Harris’s hand off then turns back to the ref only to have his ankle grabbed again, this time by both of Nathan’s hands.
Steve Richardson: “What a man! What a soldier! Even in his condition he defends the ref.”
Frank Roberts: “Truly noble of him.”
Comley clearly frustrated turns and stomps on the arms of Harris with his free foot. He repeats the stomp a couple more times and then reaches down and slaps his gloved hand over Nathan’s neck and brings him up to his feet. “Next time, just stay down.” He says to Nathan then throws Nathan’s hand over his arm only to be hoisted up onto Nathan’s shoulders. Nathan then wastes no time and hits the Attitude Adjustment and quickly crawls over and covers Comley 1…2…3!
Steve Richardson: “Out of nowhere and he’s done it!”
Frank Roberts: “Nathan Harris pulls a nasty one out of his bag of tricks and ends up getting the win!”
Ring Announcer: “And here is your winner, Nathaaaaaan Haaaaaarris!”
The music begins to play as the ref helps Nathan up to his feet and raises his arm. The fans cheer for him and he uses the ropes to bring himself across to the side of the ring closest to the entrance ramp. Then, behind him HardKore Comley sits up as if he had awakened.
Steve Richardson: “Oh no! He sat up! Look out Nathan!”
Frank Roberts: “Harris better get out of there quick!”
Comley then quickly gets to his feet and catches Harris as he is climbing through the middle and top ropes. He pulls Nathan back into the ring and Harris can barely stand, the momentum actually bringing him to his knees and then Comley grabs onto his skull with another claw hold again and puts on a big smile. It’s not long before Harris begins blinking rapidly and his eyes glass over. His body hangs limply, only remaining hung in the air by the grip of Comley who begins to laugh.
Steve Richardson: “Oh c’mon! He won fair and square, leave em’ alone!”
Frank Roberts: “Comley not giving off a good first impression.”
After a few seconds of holding the body there, Comley adjusts his hold so that he is now holding Harris by the neck, he then raises Harris up into the air by the neck, holding him high above his head with a smile and then powers him down to the mat, finishing The Dead End (chokeslam) and laughing at his work. HardKore Comley’s music then begins to play as he leaves the ring and Harris laying in it dismantled and the show goes to commercial.
~Commercial Break~Steve Richardson: “Well, those two newcomers put on quite a show didn’t they Frank?”
Frank Roberts: “Yes they did, Steve. Both were very impressive and definitely have a future here in the RWF!”
Steve Richardson: “I couldn’t agree more, Frank! Now let’s see how this little bad blood situation pans out here tonight!”
Ain’t No Rest for the Wicked by Cage the Elephant begins to play and Braxton walks in with a cocky smile on his face and his arms straight out to his sides and he wobbles his head a little to the music as he always does.
Ring Announcer: “Tonight’s second match is set for one fall! Introducing first, weighing in at 220 pounds! From Louisville, Kentucky! The Sensation Braaaaaxton Caaaaarrrrver!”
Braxton then stops at the edge of the stage and moves his hands and arms in a way like he’s presenting himself. He starts at his pecs and slowly moves his hands down until they reach his waist looking around at the audience as he does so and yelling “Awwww yeah… You know you love it.” He continues down the ramp pointing at various women and winking, saying things like “hey, eyes up here” then uses the index and middle finger on his right hand to point to both his eyes then he points the two fingers at the women. He also points to himself occasionally, saying “I’m the sensation baby!” He then gets to the ring and slides in through the bottom rope. He then gets up and moves over to the turnbuckle closest to him and points to himself with both thumbs again yelling “Remember! The Sensation baby! Right here!” He then jumps down and walks over to the far turnbuckle and puts both arms out to the sides and with a smile yells “Let’s put this monster back in his closet, eh?” and then jumps back down as the music fades.
When Asylum is ready to enter the arena grows dark and strobe lights begin to flash. A picture of Asylum appears on the jumbotron. A little girl's voice can be heard. She says: Ring around the roses. My head is full of voices. Asylum! Asylum! You're all gonna die!
As soon as her voice fades 'Monster' by Skillet begins to play and Asylum appears dressed in white tee, blue hospital pants, and his restraint mask.
Ring Announcer: “And his opponent, weighing in at 240 pounds! From Shady Acres Mental Hospital Cell D916! Asyyyyyyluuuuuum!”
He slowly walks down the ramp and ignores fans who are trying to get high fives or handshakes. He enters the ring through the second and top rope, circles around it, eyeing Braxton as he passes him, and then stops in the corner opposite to him. Asylum glares at Braxton Carver for a few seconds then begins slapping himself in the head to warm up for the match. Braxton gets a weird look on it then he points at Asylum and looks out at the crowd asking “What is this guy doing?” Braxton then laughs as he turns back to face Asylum who is now only a foot away from him. You can clearly see his face go from a smile to serious as he swallows the lump in his throat then Asylum utters a low chuckle as the ref forces him back to his corner.
The two men are then ordered to step forward by the ref and then he calls for the bell to be rung. Asylum reaches out to lock up with Braxton, but he instead side steps it as if he’s running away. Asylum looks annoyed as he turns and faces Carver. Braxton fidgets around for a second then nods and moves in toward Asylum, who once again reaches out for a grapple but is again dodges as Carver sidesteps, this time adding in a little kick to the side of Asylum’s leg. Asylum turns to him, this time showing aggravation as his patience wears then and Braxton puts his arms out and says “You’re gonna have to catch m-“ but is stopped when Asylum lashes out and clotheslines him down to the mat.
Steve Richardson: “Asylum finally annoyed decides that Braxton’s antics are enough!”
Frank Roberts: “Can you blame Braxton though, just look at that man. He’s possibly the most intimidating man in the RWF, The monster, Asylum!”
Braxton shoots right back up after the clothesline and Asylum drops him right back down with a solid right fist. Carver once again shoots up, and Asylum throws a back elbow into the side of Carver’s head staggering him and then grabs him on either side of his head and tosses him straight back down into the mat, Carver’s head bouncing violently off the mat. But, Asylum is not finished there.
Steve Richardson: “Asylum almost bullying Carver with his strength.”
Asylum drops a leg drop, aiming for Carver’s chest, but he manages to roll away and doges it. He then gets to his feet just a little quicker than Asylum and runs in catching Asylum with a clothesline that barely even moves him as he just gets to his feet. He stares into the eyes of Carver who then backs up and charges in again. Asylum lashes out with a lariat, but Carver ducks it and as he passes by, he reaches out and grabs Asylum, pulling him down for a running neckbreaker. Carver gets to his feet and Asylum showing no signs of pain at all as he gets up to his knees preparing to get back to a standing position. Carver quickly runs up and jumps onto Asylum’s back and applies a sleeper hold and the fans begin to cheer.
Frank Roberts: “Uh-oh Carver has that sleeper hold applied!”
Asylum swings left, then right unable to break the hold and then he just falls forward, flipping Carver over off of his own back and onto the mat. Carver lays there and Asylum seeming unaffected by the sleeper hold goes to work lifting Carver up to his feet. He then Irish whips Carver into the corner and charges in smashing him against the corner with a clothesline. Carver starts to fall to a seated position but Asylum catches him from falling then Irish whips him across the ring to the opposite corner and charges in to smash him against the second one with a clothesline as well. He lets Carver fall forward this time and then climbs to the top rope and pushes off with his arms, crushing Carver against the mat with a body splash and then rolls him over and covers 1…2- but barely gets a two count before Carver kicks out.
Steve Richardson: “Well things don’t look good for ‘The Sensation’ right now against Asylum.”
Asylum then lifts Carver to his feet again and raises a knee into his gut, then hooks him for a suplex. After a second or two he lifts Carver up suplex style and holds him upside down in the air. He walks around the ring, letting all the blood flow to Carver’s head, only to have Carver somehow wriggle free and drop down behind him. Carver then charges across the ring and when he gets to the ropes he leaps up and springboards off and flies towards Asylum crossbody style. He lands on Asylum, but is caught mid air by Asylum in a fall away slam style, which is what Carver is expecting. Asylum raises Carver up, but stops and Carver pushes up with the momentum, trying to put enough behind it so that he can land on his feet, which causes him to come up out of Asylum’s hands a little, but Asylum was looking for a back breaker the whole time and as Carver comes back down, Asylum re-catches him then slams Carver back first down over his knee.
Frank Roberts: “Oooh my! What a backbreaker! That ones gotta hurt!”
Steve Richardson: “Carver is most definitely hurting after that one!”
Carver yelps from the pain as he hits and then Asylum once again covers him. 1…2…t- but only gets about two and a half before Carver kicks out once again. Asylum gets to his feet and reaches down for Carver who pokes him in the eye. Asylum stands back up to his full height pulling his right hand up to his eye and touches it, then checks his hand for blood before rolling his eyes and then bending back down, to find no Braxton Carver, who had slid out underneath the bottom rope while Asylum was busy.
Frank Roberts: “Carver buying himself some time here with a sneaky little move.”
Steve Richardson: “More like cheap move if you ask me, Frank.”
Asylum looks around and then spots him on the outside of the ring and walks over, drops down and rolls out under the bottom rope. Carver meets him aggressively with right punch after right punch only to have Asylum throw a headbutt at the next fist, and Carver pulls his hand in close to him shaking it from the impact. Asylum then moves in and headbutts Carver knocking him off balance. Asylum then goes to roll Carver back into the ring, but Carver puts his foot up to stop the impact, then pushes off the apron, turning as he does so and hits a bit lariat on Asylum that actually knocks him to his back.
Frank Roberts: “Woah! Braxton capitalizing off his sneaky moves and possibly looking to mount an offense here.”
Asylum immediately starts to get back up, and Carver decides to help him out as he hits a big European Uppercut that forces Asylum up to a standing position. Carver then charges forward, and rams Asylum back first into the barricade. He backs up with Asylum still hooked and then charges forward once again and slams him back first against the barricade once more. Asylum shakes his head as he brings his hands up over his head and puts them together, possibly looking for a double axe handle next, only to get charged into the barricade again, this time Carver immediately grabs both of Asylum’s legs and lifts them up causing Asylum to flip over the barricade and onto the floor behind it.
Frank Roberts: “Braxton finally showing that he is not afraid of this monster Asylum.”
Steve Richardson: “He is definitely starting to show some confidence now!”
“You think you scare me, Asylum?!” Braxton says as he puts his arms out to the sides “I’m the Sensation baby!” he then reaches over the barricade and grabs Asylum by the bottom of his mask then brings him up to his feet and then grabs him by the arm and drags him over the top of the barricade, stopping him in a rope-hung position and then hooking him suplex style and suplexes him off the barricade and onto the ground in front of the ring, Asylum’s body crashing down on the hard floor as he does so. Braxton then hurries and rolls into the ring as the ref yells “7!” He then stands up in the center of the ring and smirks as he looks down at his work and puts his arms up yet again. “8!” the ref yells and Asylum starts to get up shaking his head as he does so. “9!” the ref yells as Asylum pulls himself to his feet and grabs the bottom rope pulling himself halfway in under the rope before getting bicycle kicked to the outside. Fortunately for him, he grabs Carver’s foot as he falls back, and pulls Carver out too starting the count over.
Steve Richardson: “Carver was 1 second from winning the match by countout! That close!”
Frank Roberts: “Yes, but the quick reaction of Asylum to grab his foot keeps the match going!”
Carver instantly gets back up to his feet and begins furiously stomping on Asylum, after about 10 kicks and stomps he grabs Asylum around the head and pulls him to his feet, and then rolls him in under the bottom rope. Carver then climbs up onto the apron, then soon after onto the top rope of the nearest turnbuckle. Carver slowly stands to his full height atop the rope with his arms straight out and strikes a pose for the fans before leaping off, doing the frogsplash theatrics in the air and then crashes down across the gut of Asylum. Carver makes it back to Asylum as quick as his body will allow and covers. 1…2…t- but the count is broke about two and a half causing the fans to yell “OOOOH!”
Frank Roberts: “After a complete turn-around of the match, Carve finds himself very close to victory.”
Steve Richardson: “Yes but will he be able to seal the deal against the Monster that is Asylum?”
Carver looks a little frustrated but keeps his cool as he moves around to the legs of Asylum. He then picks up both of Asylum’s legs and then puts his in between him and beside Asylum’s lying body. Carver crosses Asylum’s legs and then attempts to roll him over for a Sharpshooter but Asylum holds him from doing so. Carver then reaches down and swings, slapping Asylum across the face and then tries rolling again, this time Asylum rolls with him, putting too much momentum behind the roll and tossing Carver across the ring. Asylum then starts to get to his feet, but Carver is faster and is already waiting for him as he gets up, hitting his picture perfect dropkick on Asylum and knocking him right back down to his back.
Steve Richardson: “Braxton is just not letting Asylum get back into this match!”
Frank Roberts: “Perhaps this is the key to beating the monster!”
Almost as if Asylum heard them himself, his head snaps over to look at the announce table with a glare, that sends chills down both of their spines. The glare however is interrupted by Carver grabbing ahold of him and lifting him up to his feet. Asylum staggers around as if he was groggy and Carver hits him with a quick right punch, then another and then turns around and runs for the ropes, rebounding and then turning around only to be speared by Asylum who had charged in right behind him.
Steve Richardson: “Out of nowhere with the Spear!”
Frank Roberts: “Wow! Asylum is just something else!”
Carver lays there holding his gut and Asylum sits up, but takes his time getting to his feet to regain some stamina. Asylum then gets the rest of the way to his feet as Carver is using the ropes up. Asylum walks up from behind Carver and grabs him around the waist, but receives an elbow to the side of the head. Asylum shakes it off and then lifts Carver to possible hit a German suplex, only to be stopped by another elbow. He drops Braxton to a standing position, who then throws a boxing jab at Asylum. Braxton then bounces around, putting his hands up as if he’s an actual boxer and then throws another jab from the right, followed with a hook from the left, both of which connect with the head of Asylum. Carver then bounces around some more and throws in another jab, only to be flattened with a big lariat from Asylum.
Steve Richardson: “Looks like Asylum has had enough of these little games.”
As Carver gets back to his feet, Asylum grabs around his waist from the front and then lifts him up into the air applying the bearhug hold. Carver yells out in pain as Asylum wrenches down on the hold. Carver looks around to maybe find a rope nearby, but unfortunately there was nothing around. He tries hitting a few bell claps, but Asylum just shakes them off, his attention fully focused on keeping the hold tight. Then, Braxton gets an idea and reaches with both arms, each hand going to either side of Asylum’s mask. Asylum realizes what he’s doing and lets him go by Braxton yanks anyway, and the mask slides up and off of Asylum’s face. Braxton looks down at the mask that had come off in his hands and the entire arena gets quiet.
Frank Roberts: “D-Did he just… take off….”
Steve Richardson: “He just pulled Asylum’s mask right off!”
Asylum stands there glaring at Braxton Carver, who swallows the lump in his throat, Asylum somehow looking even more intimidating without his mask. They both stand there for a second, then Carver yells out as he throws a big right that catches Asylum across the face, the impact causing his head to turn. Asylum then turns back to Carver who stands there wide eyed for a second then throws another right, this time Asylum catches it and throws a right of his own, but Braxton ducks underneath it and jumps up onto Asylum’s back applying the sleeper hold again. This time Asylum swings him around for a couple seconds then bites into Carver’s arm.
Steve Richardson: “Is he… Biting Carver?”
Frank Roberts: “Woah! He is! He’s biting Braxton Carver!”
Carver yells out in pain as Asylum bites down on his arm until he lets go and drops off of Asylum’s back. Asylum then turns to face him and Carver slowly backs up, scooting himself along the mat as he does so. Asylum then charges in for Braxton who quickly rolls to the side and then hits a drop toe hold on Asylum, causing him to fall forward into a kneeling position and bouncing his head off the turnbuckle’s second pad. Asylum immediately starts to pull himself to his feet though and turns right towards a leaping Braxton who goes for The Sensation (RKO) but Asylum is ready and pushes him forward. Carver slams down on the mat back first and Asylum moves around so that he ends up behind Carver. Braxton then gets to his feet and Asylum immediately pushes him forward, causing him to rebound off the ropes chest first. Carver stumbles back right into Asylum who pulls him back reverse DDT style. He then lifts Carver as if he’s going to hit a reverse suplex, but instead transitions halfway through so that Carver is held in a tombstone piledriver position and in the same fluid motion, plants Braxton Carver with authority, finishing Lobotomy (Tombstone Piledriver). Carver’s body lies on the mat, eyes closed and body limp and Asylum drops down to cover him.
Steve Richardson: “My God! What a tombstone piledriver!”
Frank Roberts: “I believe he calls that one Lobotomy, Steve.”
Steve Richardson: “Ah yes, very clever of him.”
1…2…3!
Steve Richardson: “And Asylum finishes off Carver and picks up the win.”
Monster by Skillet begins to play as Asylum walks over and picks his mask up off the mat, and places it back on his face.
Ring Announcer: “And the winner of the match by pinfall, Asyyyyyluuuummmm!”
Asylum then stares down at Braxton Carver on the mat not moving for a few seconds before shaking his head and dropping down to roll under the bottom ropes. He then makes his way back up the ramp ignoring all the fans along the way and into the back as the show goes to commercial.
~Commercial Break~The jumbotron comes to life after (whichever match you plan on putting it in after) and there is a masked figure standing there. His mask is red with a black puzzle piece like design on the front of it. He also has black arm bands up and down both his arms, ending in two double taped black wrist bands on his wrists. He is also sporting red pants with more black puzzle piece designs on them and black boots with red outlines on shoe lace sections of the boots. He is standing against a grey brick wall with his arms crossed. He stares into the camera for a few seconds and then speaks with a familiar voice.
"They tell me that I've come, I've been there before.
That I've walked through your hallways, in through your door.
They tell me I've interviewed in these very halls.
That' I had potential, before I had a great fall.
They tell me I stepped into your ring.
In a match that started with a bell ding.
They tell me I fell, fought a great fight.
And damn my bad luck, those steel steps I did bite.
They tell me these things, I remember them not.
After the headshot, I must've forgot.
They tell me that most of my memories are gone.
But, one things for certain, my ambitions still strong.
They tell me that I shouldn't go back, that I should stall.
I tell them the ring calls my name... And I'll go... And give it my all!"The scene then switches to a flurry of scenes of the new guy doing a bunch of different wrestling moves. It switches between them all rapidly barely finishing one before moving to the next. It then reaches one where he hits a superkick, one where he hits a move like Tyler Black's Blackout and then the last is an RKO like move. Then it switches to a picture of Alfred Starr and it fades into a bright light. The light then starts to fade down and as it comes back to view you see the new masked figure standing there.
"I am Mimic, the copy cat pro.
I'm ready for RWF, for any man and any foe."The scene then fades to black leaving the fans to wonder about the new comer. Their thoughts of him however would soon be interrupted.
You Only Live Once by Suicide Silence begins to play and the fans jump to their feet knowing what was coming next. The crowd is in uproar and then both Scream and Slash walk out from behind the curtain stopping at the top of the stage, Scream adjusting his right glove with his left hand and Slash moving his arms around, warming them up and the fans practically blow the roof off.
Ring Announcer: “This Tag Team match-up is schedule for one fall, weighing in at a total of 428 pounds, Theeee Feared!”
Scream then leads the way as they head down the ramp, Scream now adjusting his left glove with his right hand. They then both stop at mid ramp and Slash drops to one knee, stretching his arm out straight down and placing his fist on the ramp, and Slash stands directly behind him, bending his head down and bringing his right hand up to his forehead. Then, their movements almost in unison, Scream slowly bends his arm at the elbow flexing as he does so and Slash pulls his sleek silver hair back over his head. They both finish their taunts at the same time, the fans still going crazy then they both continue down the ramp. Scream walks around to the steel steps and Slash walks forward rolling in under the bottom rope. Scream then walks out to the middle of the apron on the left side of the ring, as Slash runs across to the far side of the ring and rebounds off then, hooking his arms on the ropes and stopping himself. Slash then walks forward into the center of the ring as Scream comes in between the middle and top ropes and ends up right behind Slash. Slash then raises both his hands, together, high above his head as Scream bends down, putting both fists on the ground. Scream then slowly starts to bend back to a standing position raising his arms as he does so, and at the same time almost in unison, Slash brings his fists down with all his might to the mat, colliding with it right as Scream's arms reach their full height. The bright blue flames burst up as the fists hit the mat as normal, but now they are laced with a greenish color. They both then back up to the turnbuckles on the far side of the ring as the thin layer of smoke fills the ring and their music dies down.
The dark gothic style music begins to play through sound system, and the fans wait with anxiety to see who this could be the entrance for. Then a crazed looking man walks out, his hair ratty, a series of leatherbelts strapped around his head, and his eyes wide.
Ring Announcer: “And their first opponent, weighing in at 283 pounds! From parts unknown! Daaaante Priiitchaaaard!”
He gets a mixed reaction, the fans giving him recognition for his win but some feel his various cheap shots and ‘dirty’ antics aren’t cheer worthy. He hobbles his way down the ramp, his head darting from left to right, as if the fans screams were startling him. He then reaches the ring and rolls in under the bottom rope, then power walks around the perimeter, his hand never leaving the top rope as he does so then he stops at the far turnbuckle and waits for his opponent.
The music begins playing and almost immediately Matt Sydal comes running out from behind the curtain with a smile on his face.
Ring Announcer: “And the second member of their team, weighing in at 165 pounds! From St. Louis, Missouri! Maaaatt Syyydaaaaal!”
He stops at the edge of the stage and throws his right arm up, his hand showing a peace sign (index and middle fingers up and the rest of his hand closed in a fist) as the fans cheer him on, knowing exactly who this amazing athlete is. He them, throw his left arm up in a peace sign, looking at the fans to his left, then switches back again bringing his arm down and throwing the right arm up again with the peace sign, looking at the fans to his right. He then begins his descent down the ramp moving to the left and slapping high fives to the fans, then moving over to the right as he moves further down the ramp and slaps a few more. He then sets his attention on the ring and charges for it running and sliding in under the bottom rope. He immediately shoots up to his feet and pulls his right arm back like he’s gonna throw a punch, then throws his arm into the air with the peace on it, and brings his left up to meet it, also showing a peace sign. He then moves over into the corner opposite of The Feared to meet his partner for the match, Dante Pritchard and start trying to discuss a strategy. Pritchard seems to be in his own world as he claws at his own hair and just stares over at the two members of The Feared. Matt then taps him on the shoulder asking if he’s ready and Pritchard nods moving in to meet Scream at center ring.
Scream and Dante lock up and Dante is able to use his weight and strength advantage to push Scream back into his corner, but Scream quickly reverses it and right as he reaches the corner he falls back and hits a drop toe hold, dropping Dante right into the turnbuckle pad. Dante holds his chin and Scream quickly goes to work, pulling Dante’s head back by his hair, and then headbutts the back of Dante’s head with his own. The “donk” of Scream’s helmet off of Dante’s head can be heard echoing through the stadium and some of the fans wince at the sound, as do the commentators.
Steve Richardson: “That damn helmet again! Gives Scream such an advantage!”
Frank Roberts: “Oh don’t be such a baby, Steve. Other superstars could use it too if they wanted.“
Dante seems hardly effected by it though as he swings his right elbow back at Scream, but Scream seems to catch it with eases and then takes a step back before charging forward and giving a soccerball kick to the back of Dante who makes no noise, just uses the ropes to pull himself to his feet. He then turns to face Scream who is already charging. He leaps for a running lifted knee (like Triple H) only to have Dante use his own momentum to throw him overhead. However, Scream manages to land and hold himself up on the top rope. Dante turns and sees this, marching in to push Scream off, only to get hit by a punch from his left. He holds his cheek and looks Slash right in the eyes only to be plowed over by a flying headbutt from Scream.
Frank Roberts: “Brilliant team work by Slash and Scream.”
Steve Richardson: “Oh can it, Frank! Anyone can hit cheap shots when their opponent isn’t looking!”
Scream then covers Dante 1…t- but only gets a one count as Dante kicks out and starts to get back to his feet. He barely makes it up to one knee however, before Scream grabs him by the hair on the back of his head and charges him head first into the turnbuckle. Scream then reaches out to slap a tag to his partner, only to get shoved back. He stumbles a bit and then back rolls, coming up in a readied stance but it’s almost as if Dante is completely unaffected by what has happened so far. Dante stands there breathing heavily for a second, before charging for Scream. Pritchard however trips and falls flat on his face, courtesy of Slash sticking his foot through the bottom and middle rope and in front of him. Pritchard turns and eyes Slash again only to get a running low dropkick from a charging Scream, that sends him out through under the bottom rope right underneath a leaping Slash. However, before Dante can get completely out and under the rope, Slash comes down with both feet and lands on Dante’s chest on the apron, catching him before falls.
Steve Richardson: “My God! What impact! Dante unable to escape his opponents’ corner due to some impressive teamwork!”
Frank Roberts: “I don’t think I’ve ever seen such in sync teamwork in my career, Steve.”
Matt Sydal is reaching out with all his might, occasionally clapping to try and get some momentum going behind his partner but nothing seems to help thus far. Scream turns to look at Sydal for a second almost as if to say “watch this” and then grabs both of Dante’s feet and pushes him forward so that his head is hanging completely off the apron now. Scream then takes off the opposite way and rebounds off the ropes, meanwhile Slash leaps up and hits a leg drop across the chest of Dante, smashing him against the apron. Dante then sits up, holding his chest from the pain only to receive a running dropkick from the charging Scream that sends him back first out onto the floor below. The crowd erupts after the show these two are putting on.
Frank Roberts: “Wo-ho-hoah! What a move by The Feared!”
Steve Richardson: “Such unorthodox moves! How do you defend against this onslaught?”
Slash then forces Dante to his feet and rolls him back in under the bottom rope and Scream covers. 1…2… but at a bout two and a half Dante manages to kick out still. Sydal was on his way to break up the count and Slash gets in the ring noticing. They both eye each other from about a foot away before they back to their respected corners. Scream then lifts Dante to his feet and gives him a couple hard rights followed by a couple knife edge chops to the chest. Scream continues to hit the punch and chop combos until Dante is backed into the corner across the ring. Scream then looks to Irish whip Dante back to his corner, but Pritchard instead holds on and Irish whips Scream. As Scream runs to the opposite side Dante charges for Matt Sydal. Scream makes the tag to Slash on the rebound, who immediately leaps over the top rope and charges he dives, hitting a chop block on Pritchard, but is too late as the tag is made and Sydal comes flying over the top rope, overshotting and landing on the other side of Slash.
Steve Richardson: “He got the tag! Here comes Sydal all fired up!”
Frank Roberts: “Let’s see if he can slow down the dynamic duo that is The Feared.”
He immediately runs to Scream on the ropes and goes for a roundhouse kick, however Scream ducks. Sydal expects this though as he uses the momentum from spinning out of the roundhouse kick and hits a low leg sweep that causes Scream to fall, hitting the ring apron before landing on the floor below. Sydal then gets to his feet and turns just in time to see Slash launching himself into the air for a running dropkick, and Sydal is able to barrel roll out of the way, causing Slash to slam to the mat. He then rolls twice and pushes himself up to his feet in a readied stance as Sydal comes flying in with a leaping knee attack. Slash rolls forward right underneath it, and then Sydal catches himself on the ropes and uses the momentum to springboard off, catching Slash as he gets to his feet and then hits a hurracarana, tossing Slash across the mat.
Steve Richardson: “Sydal coming out on fire!”
Frank Roberts: “Definitely looks like he’s on a mission out there tonight.”
Slash hurries back to his feet and just in time to put his arms up in an “x” shape to block a high kick from Sydal. Slash then spins and goes for a spinning leg lariat, but Sydal barrel rolls forward under it. Sydal then jumps back to his feet and goes for a step up enzuigiri on Slash. But, Slash catches the foot that Sydal steps with and then slaps his other foot down with his right hand, grabbing it as he does so. He then holds Sydal’s feet on his shoulders, with Sydal facing toward him upside down and he begins throwing knee attacks. He hits one in the right side of the ribs of Sydal then, two more in the left side.
Steve Richardson: “What kind of a move is that?!”
Frank Roberts: “He appears to have trapped Sydal by his feet and is now punishing him with some knee raises.”
Slash hits a couple more knees from both sides and then Sydal takes action. Matt swings back with his upper body and then on his way back forward, toward Slash’s body he throws out both fists, hitting the gut of Slash who then bends over. Right as Slash bends, Sydal pulls forward with his legs and hits a hurracarana on Slash and then lands in a pinning style 1…2- but barely gets a 2 count before Slash kicks out, ending up in a sitting position and causing Sydal to back roll away. Sydal quickly gets to his feet and Slash recognizes what coming next as he reaches out, grabbing the ropes and pulls himself out of the ring under the bottom rope, right as Sydal swings a mighty soccerball kick and the two men eye each other after the fast paced confrontation.
Steve Richardson: “Slash seems to be on the run here! Something you don’t see too often!”
Frank Roberts: “Yeah, yeah. Not for long though!”
Slash goes to jump back up on the apron but Sydal runs and goes for a bicycle kick. Slash does not back down though, he spins mid jump and catches the middle rope with both hands, ending up with his back facing toward the inside of the ring, and Sydal slides right by him to the outside. Matt starts to get up but receives a thrust kick from the hanging Slash to the chest that sends him back into the barricade. Slash then pulls down on the rope and then as it springs back up he lets go and catches the top rope. Using only his arms, he then pulls himself in a backflip motion up and over the top rope and drops down back into the ring on his feet. Sydal starts to get up and Slash walks over to his partner and tags him in.
Frank Roberts: “Just like I said, the tides have already been turned right back in their favor!”
Steve Richardson: “We’ll see how long that lasts, Frank.”
Slash gets out of the ring under the bottom rope to take a breather and Scream gets in, moving to center ring. With Sydal still on the outside he decides to do some taunting and turns towards Dante on the apron. He then puts his hand straight out toward Dante and then waves his index finger in towards himself as if to say “Come get some” and Dante’s eyes widen. He immediately starts to get in the ring, but the ref moves over to stop him and calm him down. Meanwhile Sydal is now working his way up onto the apron when Slash comes up from behind and pulls his legs out from under him. Sydal comes down onto the apron chin first before falling to the outside. Slash then lifts him to his feet and from there lifts him flapjack style, dropping him toward the ring. Sydal catches the top rope with his hands, stopping him from being guillotined and the two men struggle. Then, Scream walks over and kicks the top rope so that it swings wildly, causing Sydal to lose grip and fall onto the second rope guillotine style. But, before he can drop to the outside Slash catches his feet and Scream catches his head through the middle and top rope. Scream then drags him back so that he is rope-hung DDT style and then swings Sydal hitting a rope-hung swinging neckbreaker that plants Sydal firmly to the mat.
Steve Richardson: “My God! What impact from the unorthodox stylings of Scream."
Frank Roberts: “I don’t think the little guy is getting up from that one!”
Scream then covers Sydal 1…2…thr- but the count is broken when Dante runs in and kicks Sydal off of him, the crowd yelling “OOOOH!” as it happens. Scream quickly gets to his feet and stands face to face with Pritchard who swings a punch at Scream. Scream doesn’t even try to dodge it, and Dante’s fist hits the metal plated helmet. Dante acts as if he doesn’t even feel it though and follows up with a body shot with his other hand. Scream bends over holding his gut and Slash comes flying in off the springboard over the top of him and lands hurracarana style on Dante. They both spin around so that Dante is now facing away from Scream, however when Slash tries to pull him down with his legs, finishing the hurracarana, Pritchard holds him up in the air. As soon as the pressure stops pulling Dante throws him to the mat powerbomb style and plants him on his back. Slash then rolls underneath the bottom rope and nurses his back on the outside. The ref then forces Pritchard to get out of the ring or he’ll be disqualified and he does so. Scream lifts Sydal to his feet, eyeing Pritchard as he does so and then irish whips him across the ring, Sydal does a handspring forward and rebounds with his legs off the ropes, then back handsprings and leaps throwing an elbow back, aiming for the head of Scream. However, Scream doesn’t miss a bit and leaps up to meet Sydal in the air throwing a knee into the lower back of Matt. Matt flips backward over the knee and lands on his stomach, immediately bringing his hand up to nurse his back and then Scream covers 1…2…th- but Sydal manages to kickout under his own power.
Steve Richardson: “I thought they were gonna make a comeback for a second there, but Scream just seems on his A-game here tonight.”
Frank Roberts: “I couldn’t agree more, he is on fire!”
Scream then lifts Sydal to his feet and is hit with a right chop to his chest. He is kind of offtaken by it as he steps back, Sydal falling to his knee without anyone holding him up. Scream then does a spin and thrusts his arm straight out, aiming for Sydal’s throat, who barely gets out of the way with a little barrel roll. Scream then turns to face Sydal only to be nailed in the gut with a hard soccerball-like kick from Sydal. Matt then goes for a step up enzuigiri, connecting with the side of Scream’s head, unfortunately it is protected by the helmet. Scream stumbles a bit then lashes out with double palms, which Matt dodges with a side step and then goes for another step up enzuigiri, this time hitting the back of Scream’s head and knocking him down to the mat, the fans uproaring as the sound of the kick echoes through the arena.
Steve Richardson: “Sydal summoning all of his strength and finds a way past that damned mask of Scream.”
Frank Roberts: “And what a kick it was, Steve!”
Steve Richardson: “Fasten your seatbelts folks, this one isn’t over yet!”
Sydal then takes a few moments to catch his breath and gets to his feet. He stumbles over toward Dante on the ropes and then catches Slash charging for him from the corner of his eye. He quickly runs for the turnbuckle and Slash chases. Upon reaching it, Sydal runs up it and back flips off the top, and Slash stops in time to not crash into the cornerpost but is hit by a devastating elbow shot from Dante on the apron. Scream is getting to his feet and the tag is made!
Frank Roberts: “And here we go! Pritchard is unleashed!”
Dante charges in and hits a running knee to the gut of Scream, causing him to flip over it and hit the mat, but he shoots right back up. Dante then rebounds and repeats the same move, this time Scream stays down holding his gut. Dante then turns around and runs, rebounding off the ropes then as he reaches Scream’s body he leaps up and falls down with his back, smashing Scream with a loud thud and completing a running senton. Dante then covers Scream 1…2…t- but Scream manages to kickout at two and a half drawing an “OOOOH!” from the crowd.
Steve Richardson: “That was 283 pounds falling right onto the chest of Scream!”
Frank Roberts: “There’s no doubt the wind was knocked out of him with that shot.”
Dante then lifts Scream to his feet and gives him a couple body shots before Irish whipping him across the ring to the turnbuckle. He then charges in and leaps up, crushing Scream with a body splash. He then, whips Scream across the ring to the other corner and again hits a leaping body splash causing Scream to fall to a seated position. Dante then puts his boot to the throat of Scream and begins choking him with his boot until the ref counts to 4. Dante then backs up and runs in about to hit a running knee on Scream, but stops himself remembering about the helmet and then hits a low dropkick to the chest of seated Scream instead causing him to writhe on the mat in pain. Dante then covers Scream 1…2…thr- but the hold is broken when Scream throws his shoulder up off the mat and again the crowd erupts with an “OOOOH!”
Steve Richardson: “Close count after close count! Which team is gonna pull this one out!”
Slash full refreshed returns to his apron and eyes Dante then Sydal then back to Dante, perhaps trying to form some sort of plan, as Dante pulls Scream to his feet and drags him over to their corner. He then tags in Sydal and kicks Scream in the gut. The two then hook Scream and hit a double suplex. Then Sydal turns his back to the downed Scream and leaps up. He touches his knees in the air as he backflips and then comes down gut to gut on Scream, finishing the standing moonsault before covering. 1…2…thr- and Scream manages to kick out once more the crowd yelling “OOOOH!” yet again.
Frank Roberts: “Scream just refuses to go down!”
Steve Richardson: “Neither team wants to lose here, Frank.”
Sydal then brings Scream up to his feet and hits a knife edge chop, and then barely lets Scream get his hand over his chest to protect from another before snapmaring him down to the mat in a seated position. Sydal then hits a devastating soccerball kick that forces Scream up to his feet. He arches his back as he takes a few steps forward trying to get some times to recover, but Sydal isn’t about to let that happen. He charges for the ropes, running right by Scream and then jumps up, springboarding off the ropes and flying high into the air, doing a corkscrew moonsault and landing on Scream sending both men down, Sydal landing on top of him and holding him down for the cover upon completing the Double Helix (springboard corkscrew moonsault) 1…2…thr- the count is barely broken up as Slash comes in and hits a low dropkick, sending Sydal off of Scream and completely through the bottom rope. Dante starts to get in the ring and the ref stops him and Slash starts to help Scream to his feet.
Steve Richardson: “And Slash may have just bought his teammate enough time to get up and give them the momentum back.”
Slash only gets him halfway up when the ref turns around and forces him back out to the apron. Scream uses the ropes to pull himself the rest of the way up and then starts to stagger and stumble his way over to his partner to make the tag. Sydal gets up on the outside and jumps up onto the apron. Scream is only a few steps away and Sydal springboards off the ropes and Scream dives forward, but doesn’t reach for the tag. He barrel rolls and comes up facing the other way and Sydal lands on his feet and is kind of confused as to why Scream hasn’t made the tag. He then, looks back and forth between the two wondering if Scream did make it and he just missed it. Slash then pulls back like he’s gonna springboard over and Sydal charges forward to knock him off the apron. Slash jumps back off onto the floor, landing on his feet and Sydal realizes he fell for a trick as Scream leaps up and lands a backstabber on him.
Steve Richardson: “The trickery of The Feared has even outwitted the great Matt Sydal.”
Scream then covers Sydal 1…2…thr- but Sydal’s foot somehow finds its way onto the bottom rope and continues the match as the fans scream the loudest “OOOOH!” of the night! Scream then gets up and turns as Slash gets back on the apron, and starts adjusting his glove preparing for The Silencer. After a few seconds Sydal starts to get up to a knee and Scream squats down low for extra leverage only to be smashed down to the mat from behind. Dante Pritchard flattens him with a blindisiding lariat from behind and it doesn’t stop there. Pritchard then stomps Scream over and over, driving him back into his own corner and then Pritchard puts a knee up smashing Scream’s head against the turnbuckle and pushes back on it. The ref starts to count but is stopped when almost out of instinct Scream’s hand shoots up and slaps Slash’s outstretched hand for a tag!
Frank Roberts: “How could he even see to make the tag?!”
Steve Richardson: “This could be the game changer folks.”
Sydal now to his feet runs and hits a low dropkick onto Scream, sending him out onto the floor below. Slash springboards off the top rope to get over a charging Dante. Pritchard then turns around and Slash charges leaping up and grasping Dante’s head with a hurracarana and then spinning around and tossing him through the middle and top rope out onto the floor below and then in the same motion is close enough to catch Sydal who is just turning around, by the arm and slamming him down to the mat, ending up in the Bleedout (Crossface) hold!
Steve Richardson: “What?! How in the hell did he?!”
Frank Roberts: “He comes out of the hurracarana and still has the awareness to lock in a Bleedout in mid-air!? These guys are truly unreal!”
Sydal struggles knowing he doesn’t have much gas in the tank he reaches out knowing the ropes are close but can’t seem to get his hands on anything. He tries kicking his foot back and too his amazement, his foot catches the bottom rope. Slash doesn’t even wait for the ref to start counting as he backrolls to his feet and leaps up, does a scissors kick motion and connects with the back of Sydal’s head , then corkscrewing off hitting The Gash (corkscrew axekick). Both announcers are speechless, their jaws just dropping as they watch what just happened. Slash then pulls Sydal’s body away from the ropes and then covers him. Dante is up the outside though and starts to get in through the bottom ropes. The ref slaps the mat once and the crowd yells with him “1!” they all yell. Dante is completely in the ring, except for his feet, which are all the sudden caught by Scream. “2!” The ref slaps the mat again and the crowd yells, counting along with him. Dante tries kicking at Scream once, but Scream lets go to dodge the attack. Pritchard then starts to crawl again, but is caught once more by Scream and the ref’s hand comes down. 3!
Steve Richardson: “What a match, Frank. I am in awe.”
Frank Roberts: “Truly something that none of these men should be ashamed of, Steve.”
Ring Announcer: “And your winners, by pinfall! Theeeeeeeee Feared!”
Their music begins to play and the crowd erupts, not a single person still in their seats after the performance these four men just put on. Slash joins Scream on the outside of the ring and they both begin walking up the ramp as Dante is seated outside the ring pulling on his own hair, trying to figure out what had just happened, what could’ve possibly went wrong. Ref’s check on Sydal in the ring making sure nothing is wrong.
Steve Richardson: “We truly witnessed something special tonight, and it’s only gonna get better from here!”
And with that the scene fades to commercial as the camera watches Slash and Scream walk to the back through the curtain.
~Commercial Break~Steve Richardson: “Well, after a match like that I think it’s gonna be hard to get better, but let’s continue!”
Frank Roberts: “Well, this definitely turns things up a notch, Steve.”
The fans stand to their feet and begin to cheer as Archibald Masterson steps out onto the stage with an item in his hand that appears to be wrapped in a black cloth like material.
Ring Announcer: “On his way to the ring, he is the Real Wrestling Federation President! Archibald Maaaastersonnnn!”
The fans continue to cheer as he heads down the ramp, a cocky smirk on his face. Upon reaching the ring he merely walks around to the steel steps and makes his way up then, then climbs into the ring in between the middle and top ropes. After reaching the ring he has a mic handed to him through the ropes and then his music fades as he brings it to his lips.
Archibald Masterson: “Hello ladies and gents, hope you’re enjoying the show thus far…”
He starts to continue but is interrupted as the fans bust out into a loud cheer. After a few seconds they quiet down and he continues.
Archibald Masterson: “Here in my hands I have a very special gift. Not like William Frost’s gift, but something even more important. And one of the two men in this next match will be going home with this gift.”
A few of the fans can’t help but cheer as William Frost’s name is mentioned and Masterson continues.
Archibald Masterson: “It is my honor, without further adeu, to present to you the Real Wrestling Federation, Television Championship Belt!”
As he says the words he rips the black cloth off of the title revealing a brand new, shiny championship belt. He holds it up high for the fans to see and is showered in cheers. After a few seconds of showing it, and making his rounds around the ring he pulls the microphone back to his lips one last time before the match.
Archibald Masterson: “I will personally award this to the winner of the next match. Game on!”
He then steps out onto the apron through the middle and top rope and then finds a seat at the announce table to watch the match and then…
The Mighty Fall by Fallout Boy begins to play through the P.A. system. After the slow beginning the music picks up and the singing begins and out walks Bryan Anderson to a much bigger pop than last week.
Ring Announcer: “Tonight’s third match is scheduled for one fall and is for the RWF Television Championship! Introducing first, weighing in at 215 pounds! From Las Vegas, Nevada! Bryyyyyan Annnnnderson!”
After a great match against Scream he managed to pick up the win and had definitely won over a lot of respect from the fans. He rose his arms upon reaching the edge of the stage and looked around the arena as the fans cheered him on, a smile finding its way onto his face. He then proceeded down the ramp slapping a few high fives from either side before running and sliding in under the bottom rope. He immediately gets to his feet and walks to the turnbuckle immediately to his right, raising both hands. The cheers echoing through the arena, as he jumps down and heads to the opposite turnbuckle and repeats the same. He then jumps down and turns to face the entrance ramp as his music fades.
" There's a time when the operation of the machine becomes so odious, makes you so sick at heart, that you can't take part. You can't even passively take part. And you've got to put your bodies upon the gears and upon the wheels, upon the levers, upon all the apparatus and you've got to make it stop. "
Ring Announcer: “And his opponent, weighing in at 215 pounds! From Saint Paul, Minnesota! Xaaaaaaaaaaavier Serikaaaazzz!”
Wretches and Kings by Linkin Park is heard throughout the blackened arena as spot lights circle the arena and stop on one spot in the crowd as a red X is shown on the crowd. Xavier makes his way down to the ring with the crowd chanting " Serikaz! " as he makes his way to the barricade Xavier jumps the gate and walks up the cold steel steps then climbs through the ring ropes. The continuous chants of " Serikaz " overpower anything else audible. Xavier just stands in the ring taking it all in as he awaits the bell.
Bryan Anderson starts doing warm up bounces and Xavier adjusts his knee pads, then their eyes meet. They get the nod from the ref and begin to circle the ring and after a couple seconds of this, the bell is rung.
Steve Richardson: “Here we go folks! When the smoke clears and this match is over, RWF’s first title-holder will be crowned!”
Frank Roberts: “Both men will give it their all, but in the end only one will be winner. We’d also like to welcome RWF President, Archibald Masterson to commentary with us for the match!”
Archibald Masterson: “Thanks guys, glad to be here! It’ll definitely be exciting to see who comes out on top to become the first ever RWF Television Champ and first ever title-holder in the RWF History Books.”
Anderson and Serikaz hook up at center ring and Anderson comes out aggressive immediately putting Serikaz in a headlock. Not waiting even a second after applying the headlock he rolls over, tossing Serikaz down to the mat, and still holding the headlock. Anderson then starts to adjust, putting his arm around Serikaz’s then pulls Serikaz’s arm across the front of his neck. Xavier quickly realizes that Anderson is going for a cobra clutch and wriggles his way out of the hold and then back rolls before getting to his feet, Anderson quickly jumping up to his as well and the two end up standing eye to eye about a foot away from one another.
Steve Richardson: “Bryan Anderson is showing us an aggressive side that we have not yet seen until now.”
Frank Roberts: “He is definitely fighting for this title and refuses to be treated like a training dummy like he was in the triple threat last week.”
Archibald Masterson: “Anderson has a lot of skills. It just seems like he’s more of a hail mary pass, he either comes out and steals the show or he completely lets ya down. Very inconsistent thus far."
The move in and lock up again at center ring, and once again Anderson immediately transitions into a headlock on Serikaz. This time Serikaz backs up toward the ropes and reaches out and grabs the top as Anderson tries to flip him over again. Then, once the pressure eases up Serikaz backs into the ropes and pushes Anderson off, Irish whipping him across the ring. Bryan rebounds off the ropes and turns to see Serikaz do a spin and then as he comes out of the spin he leaps up going for a kick that resembles the Trouble In Paradise (Tornado Kick) but Anders slides in underneath him.
Frank Roberts: “Woah! Serikaz going for a big kick there!”
Steve Richardson: “Anderson just barely gets out of the way of it.”
Both men then get to their feet and Anderson goes for a roundhouse kick that Serikaz ducks, under spinning around so that his back is facing Anderson, then comes up out of the duck doing a backflip and kicks Anderson in the head, landing on his back at the end and dropping Bryan to his back. Anderson gets back to his feet, but not as fast as Xavier who immediately hits a knife edge chop to the Anderson’s chest. He then hits another and another, then Anderson gets aggravated and lashes out with a chop of his own that Serikaz rolls under, and then comes up behind Anderson, leaps up and brings him down with a poisoned frankensteiner, Anderson being brought down on the his back/neck and then ending up on his stomach.
Steve Richardson: “Both men trying to mount some sort of advantage here, but fairly even so far.”
Frank Roberts: “Not sure how long that’ll last though. It’s a rookie vs a seasoned and very talented veteran.”
Archibald Masterson: “Very talented indeed!”
Xavier finally seems to have wore Anderson down a bit and brings him to his feet and after a quick right, whips him across the ring to the ropes. Off the rebound Anderson goes for a running knee, but Serikaz athletically leaps completely over Anderson. Bryan then rebounds off the other side’s ropes and comes back again, and goes for a big right forearm shot. Xavier is ready though and turns his body, dodging the blow as Anderson passes by. Serikaz then grabs Anderson sidewalk slam style with his left arm as he goes by and then uses his right arm to flip Anderson up and over, slamming him down for the inverted gutwrench suplex. Xavier then covers 1…2- but barely gets a 2 count before Bryan gets the shoulder up.
Steve Richardson: “Another creative move, courtesy of Xavier!”
Archibald Masterson: “He’s a had a long and successful career so far, he’s picked up plenty of moves to wow us over that time. I only pick the best for RWF.”
Xavier then lifts Anderson to his feet again and whips him to the corner only to have it reversed, and he is whipped into the corner instead. Right as Xavier hits against the turnbuckle, Anderson charges in and lands a knee to his gut, causing him to bend down. Anderson then gives him a headbutt, causing him to fall down to one knee. Anderson then leaps up, over Serikaz onto the second rope, turns around and then leaps off, landing a double stomp onto the hunched over back of Xavier, smashing him down to the mat with a thud and a yelp is heard coming from him. Anderson then rolls him over and covers 1…2- but barely gets a two count.
Frank Roberts: “We see some life from Anderson now, trying to mount some sort of offense against the veteran.”
Archibald Masterson: “Here’s to hoping that he actually brought his A-game to this match and it isn’t a total fluke.”
Anderson then brings Xaviers back to his feet and delivers a couple quick rights before Irish whipping him across the ring to the other turnbuckle. He then charges in and hits a leaping lariat, where he lands sitting on the second rope beside Xavier. He then charges back the opposite way and rebounds off the turnbuckle pads and charges back at Xavier again going for the same thing, but Xavier this time rolls out of the way then runs to the ropes on the opposite side of the ring. Off the rebound he heads for Anderson who had caught himself on the second rope, stopping from colliding with the cornerpost. Xavier charges for him and as he nears, Bryan steps up to the top rope with his right leg, then kicks off doing a back flip over Xavier as he charges in, then landing behind him. But, Serikaz doesn’t stop and just runs up the cornerpost himself, kicking off the top and then backflipping through the air. He then, comes down right on Anderson, causing him to fall back to the mat, landing in a way where Xavier is on him for the cover 1…2…- but the count is broken at a two and a half count by the lifted shoulder of Anderson.
Steven Richardson: “What an explosive display by both men. Anderson really giving his all in this one.”
Frank Roberts: “Couldn’t agree more, Steve. Both men are pulling out all kinds of tricks.”
Xavier then lifts Anderson to his feet again and hits a quick scoop slam. He then follows up by turning and leaping for the ropes, springboards off of them, does a corkscrew moonsault in the air, making it look easy and then lands gut-to-gut on Anderson and covers him again 1…2…- but again Anderson kicks out about two and a half.
Steve Richardson: “What a move by Serikaz! What athleticism!”
Archibald Masteron: “And you gotta love the professionalism, just makes it all look easy.”
Serikaz then lifts Anderson to his feet once again and whips him in across the ring into the corner, he then charges in for a corner lariat but Anderson manages to summon some strength and throws a boot up into his face. Serikaz stumbles back, but then fires back angrily with a chop to the chest of Anderson. He then runs the opposite direction and rebounds off the ropes, charges back and goes for another lariat but Anderson throws his boots up into the face of Xavier again, this time knocking him down. Serikaz quickly gets to his feet and throws a chop only to have his arm caught by Anderson who then tosses him against the turnbuckle. Anderson then opens up with a chop, and another chop and then out of nowhere hits a high kick to the head of Xavier, causing said head to snap back.
Steve Richardson: “My God, what a kick!”
Bryan Anderson then raises a knee into the gut of Xavier causing him to bend over, then in the same motion jumps up with his other knee and catches Xavier’s head as he bends causing him to snap back up again. Anderson then puts his head underneath Xavier’s armpit and then flips him over with a northern lights suplex and bridges for the cover 1…2…- but only gets a two and a half count as Xavier kicks out. Anderson then adjusts his position so that he is in a mounted position on Xavier’s chest then starts attempting to apply the cobra clutch again. Xavier’s eyes widen and he starts struggling and writhing about with fury so that Anderson can’t apply the hold. The two sit there in a stale mate for a few moments and then Serikaz raises a knee, that hits square in the back of Anderson. He yelps in pain but continues trying to apply the hold. He slowly starts to get closer to locking it in and Serikaz throws another knee up into the back of Bryan. Bryan’s eyes close tight as he attempts to close out the pain, but his rookie experience shows as he lets up on his attempt to apply the cobra clutch and Xavier rips his right arm free and immediately hits an open palm to the nose of Bryan, who goes rolling off of him, covering his nose in pain.
Archibald Masterson: “Those open palms are no joke, that may have broken Bryan’s nose.”
Steve Richardson: “That is true, Mr. Masterson it very well may have.”
Xavier gets to his feet and walks over to Bryan pulling him to his feet by his hair revealing his bloody nose as he does so.
Frank Roberts: “Oh wow! You weren’t kidding.”
Archibald Masterson: “The price of putting everything on the line, gentlemen. And you’ll only see this fierce competition here at the RWF.”
Xavier takes no sympathy however as he kicks the hunched over Anderson right in the chest, only his leg doesn’t come back down. Anderson lifts his head as both his hands wrap around the leg of Xavier, blood running down over his mouth and down his chin. Anderson then pushes Xavier’s foot upward and backspins around, kicking Xavier’s other leg out from under him with his own heel. Serikaz hits the mat on his back and Anderson immediately starts to roll him over with the one leg held. Serikaz fights it, only allowing Anderson to get him about halfway over and then holds him off. After a few seconds Anderson gets sick of it and instead, hooks the end of the leg DDT style and applies an Achilles tendon lock and falls back to his back. Xavier’s eyes widen as he wasn’t expecting it and he begins to reach around wildly looking for ropes.
Steve Richardson: “Anderson is looking a lot more technically sound than we have seen of him before.”
Archibald Masterson: “Bryan Anderson has the potential to have skills in every aspect of wrestling. He is just failing to execute as of late. Perhaps personal issues are hounding him.”
Steve Richardson: “Has he mentioned any personal issues?”
Archibald Masterson: “Nah, just a guess.”
Bryan Anderson wrenches back on the Achilles tendon lock and Xavier finally focuses despite the pain and looks around, wincing from the pain. He then falls back, closing his eyes as he attempts to push off the urge to tap. He then looks again and sees the nearest ropes to him are behind Anderson. He then sits up and swings a punch at Anderson. He just leans to the side to dodge in unaware of what Xavier was doing. Serikaz then reaches with his other hand, stretching as far as he can and where Anderson would normally be sitting, and ends up grasping the rope. Anderson holds for a 2 count and then let’s go of the hold, shaking his head in disbelief.
Archibald Masterson: “And that’s how you tell the veterans from the rookies. How smart is Xavier Serikaz?”
Steve Richardson: “I think I speak for both Frank and myself when I say, we were definitely impressed with that move.”
Anderson then grabs Xavier by the foot of the leg that he had just finished damaging and drags him to the center of the ring. He then brings his other arm over to steady the leg, ready to apply the lock again, only to get a hard kick from Xavier’s free leg. Anderson stumbles back a bit then retaliates with a stomp to the ankle of Serikaz causing him to yell out. Anderson then Xavier up to his feet and moves around to the side, opposite the leg he had been working on and then bends up the unhurt leg and lifts Xavier up asai suplex style, except he doesn’t fall back he just slams Xavier back down on his hurting leg and then lets him fall to the mat. Xavier yells out in pain and begins to drag himself away. Anderson then moves in and forces Xavier back to his feet again then hooks him the same way as the last move, this time yelling out as he lifts Xavier up, only to have Serikaz roll over and drop down behind him. He stumbles back, cause of the landing on his hurting ankle, but the ropes catch him. He uses the rebound on the ropes to then step forward as Anderson turns around and then rolls forward, hitting Anderson on the top of his head with his heel as he does so, completeing/hitting a Koppu Kick out of nowhere!
Frank Roberts: “Can’t ever count Serikaz out, can ya?”
Steve Richardson: “Too true, Frank. What a shot!”
Anderson and Serikaz both lay on the mat regaining energy, and after a few moments, Xavier crawls over and drapes his shoulder across Bryan’s chest. 1…2…th- but Anderson manages to throw a shoulder up and Xavier lays back with a look of disbelief on his face. After a few more seconds of slapping his ankle and trying to get the blood flowing back through it, Xavier gets to his feet, Anderson up to one knee not far behind. Xavier then throws a right to impede Anderson’s stand, and connects. But, Anderson gets up anyway and throws a right of his own. Xavier staggers a bit and then throws another, harder right to Anderson causing him to fall back to one knee. He then springs up off the one knee and hits a big right haymaker that causes Xavier to stumble back and rebound off the rope. He then throws a kick into the side of Anderson causing him to yell out in pain. He then delivers a kick of his own to the hurt leg of Xavier causing him to yell out and fall to one knee. Anderson then goes for a miniature superkick on the kneeling Xavier, who manages to turn his body to dodge it. He then hurries to stand to his feet while Anderson is facing away from him, and grabs him from behind in a cobra clutch style.
Steve Richardson: “After the standoff, Xavier manages to catch Anderson in a cobra clutch out of nowhere!”
Frank Roberts: “This could be it! Will he submit?!”
Anderson starts thrashing all around trying to escape the hold and Xavier starts to lose grip so he pulls Anderson backward by his trapped arm and as Bryan falls back he puts out his knee completing the cut throat backbreaker.
Steve Richardson: “Yet another unique move from Xavier Serikaz.”
Archibald Masterson: “I’m telling you, this guy is a pro.”
Anderson immediately starts to get back up, showing off his resiliency and durability, holding his lower back as he does so. Xavier then moves in and Bryan delivers a hard open handed right that causes Xavier’s head to turn. Before Serikaz can even turn his head back, Anderson runs forward looking for a clothesline, but misses as Xavier ducks. Then, before Anderson can turn around, Serikaz jumps up into the air, grabs Anderson by the back of the head/neck and brings him down neckbreaker style, covering after. 1…2…th- but Anderson throws a shoulder up causing an “OOOOH!” to erupt from the crowd.
Frank Roberts: “Serikaz is starting to get into a groove, this doesn’t look good.”
Xavier brings Anderson up to his feet and gives him a couple quick elbow shots before whipping him across to the ropes on the opposite side of the ring, but Anderson somehow manages to reverse it and whips Serikaz instead. Serikaz does a handspring forward rebounding off the ropes with his legs as he did earlier, and then back handsprings toward Anderson. He comes out of the handspring and leaps up and Anderson lifts a knee as he did the first time. However, Serikaz was not going for an elbow this time, but a DDT. He lands catches Anderson in the DDT, and spins around and plants him firmly to the mat with the tornado DDT.
Steve Richardson: “Those deadly athletic handspring moves! He just hits them out of nowhere!”
Xavier decides against the cover, looking to officially put Anderson away and gets him to his feet. He then Irish whips Anderson toward the corner, but Bryan again being defiant against these Irish whips, instead whips him. Xavier hits the turnbuckle back first and Bryan takes a moment to catch his breath. Xavier however is still fresh and charges in. Anderson then lifts him up and spins him around tilt-a-whirl style and then drops him for the backbreaker, but Serikaz manages to hold on around the neck of Anderson with his legs. He then swings so that he flips Anderson over and plants him with a hurracarana. Anderson hits the mat on his back, the wind being knocked out of him as he does so. Serikaz lays there for a second, perhaps hurt and then springs up to his feet roaring as he does so.
Frank Roberts: “Serikaz has found his momentum and doesn’t appear to be sharing ANY with Bryan Anderson.”
Archibald Masterson: “Yeah, things are definitely favoring Serikaz right now.”
The fans begin some “Serikaz! Serikaz! Serikaz!” chants and he nods with a slight smile finding its way to his face. He then backs up into the corner as Anderson starts to get up to his feet again, forcing himself up to one knee. Serikaz nods keeping his eyes on Anderson, sizing him up. Anderson then finally makes it to his feet and staggers about, turning to find Serikaz who charges in at him. Anderson falls down to one knee, still seeing stars and Serikaz just spins once and then comes out of the spin trouble in paradise style and delivers a kick that jerks Anderson’s head to the side, his eyes glaze over and he falls to the mat.
Archibald Masterson: “Holy… Nearly took Anderson’s head off!”
Frank Roberts: “What a shot! He is out cold!”
Serikaz then stands over the body looking out at Masterson and the other announcers and then squats down for extra leverage, jumps into the air, does a corkscrew Shooting Star Press and then lands gut to gut on Anderson’s body and covers 1…2…3!
Steve Richardson: “After a knockout kick and an outstand display of his athleticism and aerial capabilities Xavier Serikaz has done it!”
Archibald Masters on gets up from the table and grabs the title along the way, as Bryan Anderson is dragged out of the ring under the bottom rope. Masterson then walks up the steel steps and then into the ring to meet Xavier Serikaz and takes the microphone from the ring announcer.
Archibald Masterson: “It is with my great pleasure to introduce to you… YOUR WINNER BY PINFALL AND THE FIRST EVER RWF TELEVISION CHAMPION! Xaaavier Seeeeeerikaz!”
Archibald then presents the championship belt to Xavier who looks at him with a smile and then takes the title, his music beginning to play as he does so. He sits there staring at the gold for a moment then offers a handshake to Masterson, who does shake his hand before leaving Xavier to celebrate with his gold as the show goes to commercial break.
~Commercial Break~Steve Richardson: “An exciting night we’ve had so far and it just keeps getting better and better, Frank!”
Frank Roberts: “That’s right exciting debuts, tag team matches and even an RWF Television Champion is crowned!”
Steve Richardson: “Now, we have two men with bad blood for one another going head to head in a hellacious match with no rules and-“
He is cut off by the music starting.
The techno sound at the beginning of Insomniac by Capture the Crown begins to play through the P.A. system and the fans get to their feet, knowing exactly who was coming out. As the guitar part hits and the music’s intensity picks up , William walks out from behind the curtain.
Ring Announcer: “This match is scheduled for one fall and is a No Disqualification match! Introducing first, weighing in at 236 pounds! From Platinum, Alaska! William Froooooost!”
Frost is holding his chair in front of his face as he walks out making sure “The Gift” is shown high. After he clears the stage and starts to head down the ramp he lowers the chair revealing his face, and showing the new look he appears to have gotten. Same neatly combed hair, dark green vest, purple tie underneath and a grey button up shirt, also dark purple pants and black dress shoes. But, his face is now painted white, unprofessionally done as there are some spots where his skin shows through the paint, and no paint around his mouth now, but pits back blotches around his eyes as before. He heads down straight to the ring where he slides the gift in under the bottom rope, then rolls in after it. He stands up slowly and looks around at the audience, a smile slowly forming on his face as he does so, and then he grabs the chair and walks over to the far turnbuckle. He unfolds the chair and sets it down in front of the corner, then sits down in it, crosses one of his legs over the other and folds his hands in his lap, waiting for his opponent.
The lights go out and an eerie music box starts to play, slowly distorting till the guitars begin to play heavy and loud. As the song plays, the lyrics "I'm the Blood Red Sandman coming home" The lights turn on to see Max Cranson in the middle of the ring holding his left fist up in the air, just above his head. His right hand clinging tightly around his Kendo stick which is now duct taped together and has the words “Boomstick” spraypainted in black on it.
Ring Announcer: “And his opponent, weighing in at 260 pounds, from Seattle, Washington! Maaax Craaaaaansooonnn!”
He then turns and heads to a turnbuckle climbing up and raising the left fist in the air again, then pointing both thumbs at himself and shouting things to the fans before turning and jumping down in one fluid motion. He turns to William Frost and his entire facial expression changes. Frost just sits there with the same smile on his face as Cranson gets about 3 feet away and begins yelling his frustrations at Frost and talking about how Frost thinks he’s so intimidating and how Frost thinks he knows how to inflict pain, but he doesn’t even know what true pain is. But, he will after tonight. Cranson then turns and smacks the ropes with his kendo stick and turns back to Frost and backs up to his corner, then the bell rings.
Cranson charges in immediately, swinging for the fences with his kendo stick, aiming for William Frost’s head. William counters by pushing off the ground with his feet, causing the chair to tip back, and Cranson’s Boomstick sails wildly overhead. Frost lays where he lands, still seated in the tipped back chair. Cranson looks down at him angrily and Frost just lets out a giggle and waves to him. Max lets out a yell and then swings down at William log-chop style. William rolls out of the way quickly and Cranson’s Boomstick connects with the chair, causing a thud.
Steve Richardson: “Even with weapons being swung at him, William Frost continues to just joke around.”
Frank Roberts: “You gotta admit it’s entertaining, Steve!”
Frost then gets to his feet and stands eye to eye with Cranson, about 4 feet away. Cranson then grabs the handle of the Boomstick with both hands and swings for Frost’s head. William quickly ducks, but this time receives a kick across the chest sending him back to a standing position. Cranson then utters a “ha!” as he swings the kendo stick hard, a smack noise echoes through the arena as it connects with the shoulder of Frost.
Steve Richardson: “Ouch! What a shot with that kendo stick!”
Cranson wastes no time, reeling back again then swinging the kendo stick again, and smacks Frost in the side. William yells from the pain then utters a giggle, which just makes Cranson even more mad. Cranson then grabs the Boomstick like a pool stick and runs in, going for a jab to the gut of William. But, Frost is ready for it and side steps the blow, pushing Cranson into the ropes. He manages to hold onto the Boomstick but bounces off chest first from the ropes. Off the rebound he staggers backward toward Frost who then his an inverted powerslam, planting Cranson firmly on his gut and smashing him down on his own kendo stick.
Frank Roberts: “Oh and Frost strikes back!”
Cranson rolls over to see Frost walking toward him. He sits up quickly and swings the Boomstick as hard as he can toward Frost who then jumps back. Frost then puts up a finger and waves it side to side and says “No, No Maxwell.” Cranson then gets furious and jumps to his feet and goes after William who just runs away giggling. Cranson chases him around the ring a couple times and then William dives over his fallen chair and turns to face Cranson, lifting the chair and acting as if he’s hiding behind it. Cranson then charges and swings the Boomstick like a baseball bat at Frost who just lifts the chair to block it, a loud ~smack!~ is heard as the kendo stick collides with the steel chair. William then pops back up from behind the chair with a smile and Cranson swings the Boomstick like he’s chopping wood . William ducks down behind it again and the stick hits the top of the chair with a dull thud this time, and bends where the tape is holding it together.
Steve Richardson: “It appears that Cranson’s temporary fix has failed eem’!”
Frank Roberts: “Now how will Frost retaliate?”
Cranson looks at the bend with a confused look then back at Frost who is now standing to his full height with the chair in hands and a smile on his face but fire burning in his eyes. Frost takes a step toward Cranson and he just tosses the stick at Frost and drops down to the mat, and rolls out under the ring. William tilts his head as he watches Cranson move around and lift up the ring apron then, begins searching under it. William walks over to the ropes closest to Cranson and then holds the chair up high above his head as if he’s gonna swing and giggles, holding it with one hand for a second and then putting the free hand to his mouth. He then brings up his index finger and does a “shhh” to the crowd then giggles again, returning his hand to the chair.
Frank Roberts: “I don’t think Cranson even knows what’s waiting for him in that ring.”
Cranson searches for a few more seconds and then drags a table halfway out from under the apron. He appears to have a smile on his face and then starts nodding as he looks up at Frost only to get a chair shot over the top of his head. Max teeters there for a second before falling back and Frost gives a thumbs up to the crowd before setting his “Gift” up in a seated position where it had started.
Steve Richardson: “What a hellacious chair shot! This one might already be over as fast as it started!”
Frost then drops down and rolls out of the ring under the bottom rope. He looks down at Cranson for a few seconds as he lies in pain on the floor holding his head. He then moves over to the table that Cranson was pulling out and yanks it the rest of the way out. He then lifts it and shoves it into the ring under the bottom rope and rolls in after it.
Steve Richardson: “What’s he got planned with that table?”
Frank Roberts: “Well, I’m assuming he plans on putting Cranson through it, Steve.”
Steve gives Frank a dirty look and then the camera pans back to the ring where Frost sets up the table so that it’s leaning against the turnbuckle opposite from the corner where his chair is set up. Frost then claps his hands together back and forth as if he’s dusting them off and then heads back to Cranson. He drops down to the outside of the ring and grabs Cranson by the hair, forcing him up to his feet only to get a poke to the eye. Frost barely has time to get his hand up over his eye before Cranson then fires a European Uppercut. Frost starts to fall back against the apron, but Cranson grabs him by the front of the hair and pulls him back only to European Uppercut him again. This time Frost falls back against the apron and Cranson takes a step back only to charge forward and smashes William against the apron with his shoulder, the impact actually driving both men halfway under the ring.
Frank Roberts: “Uh oh. Cranson has absolutely lost it. He’s only here to hurt William, he doesn’t care if he wins or loses.”
Steve Richardson: “This does not look like it’s gonna end well, I agree with ya there Frank.”
Cranson then gets out from under the apron and drags William out by his foot. He then grabs William’s other foot in his other hand and begins to swing him. He gets one spin around and William lifts up into the air. Cranson spins William two more times and then lets him go right into the barricade, and Frost hits it with a thud.
Steve Richarson: “Very unorthodox.”
Frank Roberts: “Not to mention the pain that must be filling William’s shoulders and back.”
Cranson then reaches back in under the apron and this time pulls out a 2x4 piece of wood. He smiles as he looks at it from bottom to top and then turns to William who is trying to use the barricade to pull himself up to his feet. Cranson then reels back and smacks the piece of wood across William’s lower back causing him to fall back to the ground, holding his lower back and yelling out in pain.
Steve Richardson: “My God! No remorse at all from Max Cranson!”
Cranson then hits the downed William across the back of his shoulders and another quick shot to his lower back as well and William continues to yell out in pain. Then , Cranson bends down and puts the 2x4 in front of William neck, as if he’s gonna use it to choke William, but he gets an elbow to the side of the head that causes him to stop. He looks at William with hatred only to get a second elbow to the side of the head that knocks him off William’s back. William then turns around to see an incoming swing of 2x4 from Cranson, but he isn’t quick enough to get his hands up and is smacked across the side of the head. He falls to the floor motionless and lies there, the last shot causing the piece of wood to crack.
Steve Richardson: “What a blow to the skull. Frost could be hurt! He could have a concussion!”
Frank Roberts: “I’d be surprised if Frost got back up after that one.”
Max then drops the piece of wood to the floor and reaches into the ring under the bottom rope for his Boomstick. He swings it back and forth and the part that is duct taped on wobbles each time. He shakes his head, disappointed and then gets back under the ring and manages to find a roll of duct tape. He then unravels some and uses his teeth to cut it off, and then starts wrapping it around the other piece on his Boomstick. After about 5 minutes of wrapping, his Boomstick is now bulging toward the end with duct tape but this time when he swings it there is no wobbling. He looks pleased with his work and to everyone’s surprise, William is actually starting to pull himself up into a seated position using the barricade.
Steve Richardson: “Get out of there, Frost! He’s got that Boomstick fixed and ready to cause pain!”
Max holds the Boomstick by the handle with his right hand and taps the shaft of it against his open left palm as he slowly walks toward William, an evil smirk on his face. He then reaches William as he gets to a seated position, and grabs him by his hair with his left hand pulling up on it to get William to stand. William takes a moment and then gets up to a kneeling position and Cranson lets go of his hair. With a smile, Max then lifts the Boomstick over his head and with a loud yell he brings it down. But, the kendo stick just drops down to the ground behind the kneeling William, because Frost had unleashed a devastating low blow to Cranson.
Steve Richardson: “Somehow Frost manages to clear his cob webs enough to hit a low blow cheap shot and save his hide.”
Frank Roberts: “It’s no cheap shot hear, Steve. No Disqualification, it’s all fair here!”
Frost then gets up to his feet as Cranson falls to his knees and then he grabs Cranson’s Boomstick and tilts his head, no more smiles on his faces as he eyes Max. He then reels back as if he’s going to his Max with it but instead swings over the top of Max’s head and then let’s go, launching the Boomstick far out into the audience.
Steve Richardson: “What’s Frost doing?!”
Frank Roberts: “He just threw Max Cranson’s kendo stick out into the audience, Steve!”
Frost then turns to the kneeling Cranson who is yelling out, holding himself with one hand, and grabs him by the throat with both hands. He then forces Cranson up to a standing position and from there lifts him into the air as he takes a step back and then tosses him back first into the barricade. William then bawls his hand into a fist back behind him. He then brings it up and begins windmill-ing his arm as if he’s winding up and then as Cranson falls forward he delivers a mighty punch that sends Cranson straight back into the barricade. Frost then giggles to himself, the smile slightly returning to his face. Cranson slowly slides down to a seated position against the barricade. Frost then forces Cranson back to his feet and tosses him back into the ring under the bottom rope and then rolling in behind him.
Frank Roberts: “Wonder what Frost has planned for Cranson, who appears to be at his mercy at this point.”
Frost then drags Cranson over in front of seated chair and then brings him up to a kneeling position so that he is facing the chair. Frost then hooks his head bulldog style and points out to the crowd and says “You better be watching… OR YOU’RE NEXT!” and then he puts his foot out forward, kicks back and suddenly gets lifted off the mat. Cranson somehow summoned the strength to lift Frost up and then slams him down with a back suplex. Cranson now sits all fours facing the chair still and Frost slowly makes his way back to his feet, stumbling over near the leaning table. Cranson then turns to look over his shoulder and notices Frost kind of stumbling toward the table and smirks as he gets an idea.
Steve Richardson: “No, you don’t think…”
Frank Roberts: “Get out of there Frost! Look out!”
Frost stumbles out right in front of the table and the camera happens to pan in front of his face where you see him suddenly look directly at the camera and wink and then turns completely to Cranson who charges in looking for a spear. Max lunges at Frost only to have Frost turn and push Cranson, to add more momentum as he dives right through the table head first and then out through the middle and top ropes and to the outside.
Steve Richardson: “That damn William Frost and his cheap tricks.”
Frank Roberts: “Steve, its smarts. He gets under his opponent’s skin and causes them to make mistakes.”
Steve Richardson: “I refuse to believe that hitting cheap shots and feigning injury are any sort of smarts, Frank.”
Frost then grabs “The Gift” and drops down rolling out under the bottom rope with a smile. He walks around the steel steps and then spots Cranson holding his head and shoulder and up on all fours. He runs up and gives a kick to the side that sends Cranson over on his back with a yell of pain. Frost then holds the chair by both sides and jabs it down into the gut of Cranson who yells out in pain, but retaliates by kicking out at the chair causing it to bounce off of Wiliam’s head. William falls to his back, dropping the chair in the process.
Steve Richardson: “And once again the tides may have just burn turned!”
Both men start to get to their feet at the same time, but William is a little faster. He throws and overhand clubbing blow at Max, but is blocked. Max then retaliates with a right punch, then another and another. He then takes a step toward Frost and hits a step up enzuigiri that turns Frost completely around, but Frost then lashes out with a back kick, not even turning to look and connects with the side of a kneeling Max Cranson’s head dropping him to the floor, before falling down himself.
Frank Roberts: “Wow, Frost is just always full of tricks isn’t he?”
Steve Richardson: “It appears even when Max has the advantage, William is still not fully out of the match.”
After a few moments of resting William starts to get to his feet. He uses the ring apron to pull himself to a standing position then rubs the side of his jaw with his right hand and turns to look over his shoulder and sees Cranson up to his hands and knees. He then drops down to one knee again holding his jaw with both hands and then starts to crawl around the corner.
Frank Roberts: “Ha ha! He’s putting on another show! I love this guy!”
Frost then reaches under the apron grabbing whatever he can and his hand tightens around the handle of a stick of some sort. He then starts to pull it out and it’s a little heavier than expected. He tugs again and when his arms immerge from beneath the ring he is holding a sledgehammer. He then turns to see where Cranson is, just in time to see two black words flying in his direction. “The Gift” sails over head as he just barely dives out of the way of Max Cranson who is swinging for the fences with William’s own weapon. The Chair then connects with the ring apron and the vibration is so intense that it causes Cranson to drop the chair.
Frank Roberts: “Whew, William got out of the way just in time there!”
Steve Richardson: “That he did, Frank. That he did.”
William then gets to his feet as Max reaches down for the chair again, but then sees the sledgehammer and nods as he picks it up. Cranson then fakes a step toward Frost, who then flinches. Max then laughs before charging in at Frost who turns and runs, grabbing the cornerpost as he rounds the corner for a sharper turn. Cranson runs in after him, and as he flies in from around the corner he is hit with a drop toe hold and falls on his front to the floor, hitting his chin. This however just seems to tick him off as he rolls over, grabbing the sledgehammer as he does, but Frost is nowhere on the floor. Frost then comes flying down out of nowhere, but Cranson is able to get the blunt end of the hammer up and Frost collides with it gut first.
Steve Richardson: “Frost goes for a splash from the apron and pays for it with a hammer to the gut.”
Frank Roberts: “Doesn’t get any better than this, eh Steve?”
Cranson then makes his way up to his feet and putting the blunt end of the sledgehammer down and using the shaft as a staff to pull himself up to his feet. He then turns to Frost who is holding his gut and trying to crawl away. Cranson mutters “Oh that’s not working this time” and then charges in after Frost, Sledgehammer in hand. He finally reaches Frost whom quickly gets to his feet and turns to face Cranson. Max does not stop however, he pulls the sledge hammer up so that the handle is in his left hand and his right his holding up right under the blunt end. He the shaft of the sledgehammer out like he’s gonna check someone in hockey and charges, aiming for William’s neck, however William thinks quickly and jumps up throwing out both feet in a dropkick. His feet hit the center of the shaft, snapping it in two and then go through it and connect with the chest of Cranson knowing him back a little bit. William quickly gets to his feet and Cranson drops the piece of the sledgehammer with the blunt end and uses the part that is just wood to hit William over the top of the head right as he gets to his feet. William quickly covers his head as Cranson swings another, this time slapping the wood against William’s arm. Frost then retaliates by doing a quick spin and then hitting an elbow. Although Cranson gets his hand up enough to take away some of the impact, Frost hits him just enough to cause his head to jerk backward, causing the back of Cranson’s head to bounce off the cornerpost right behind him.
Frank Roberts: “Ouch, Cranson’s head caught the exposed steel of that cornerpost.”
Steve Richardson: “Well how about those shots Frost took from those pieces of wood?”
Max then drops the wood and puts his hand up to cover the back of his head where he had hit and then gets a slap across the face from William. Max’s face fills with anger and he lashes out with a lariat that misses Frost as he ducks. Cranson figures William will try something so he turns around firing a wild punch, but Frost hasn’t moved yet so he hits nothing but air. William then counters with a kick to the gut that causes Cranson to bend over and then he hits an enzuigiri that drops Cranson to the floor. Frost then doesn’t give a second of rest as he lifts Cranson to his knees. He then puts Max’s head between his legs and within seconds has him hoisted up powerbomb style. He then turns toward the ring and runs forward causing them to rebound off the ropes. The momentum causes William to fall backward and drops Cranson gut first onto the top of the barricade. He then slowly slides off it and onto the floor, on the audience side, holding his gut and trying to catch his breath.
Steve Richardson: “What carnage we’re seeing here tonight! Both men pulling out tricks and moves we’ve never seen!”
Frank Roberts: “They are truly showing how far they are willing to let anger drive them.”
Frost gets to his feet and walks around the ring until he reaches “The Gift” and then slides it into the ring. He then turns his attention back to Max and walks back around the ring. He reaches the barricade and reaches down to grab Max and pull him up, but his hand is slapped away as Max crawls on all fours back up the aisle. Frost just giggles and hops over the barricade to go after him. William starts to near him and Cranson takes a turn into the audience. He gets about 10 seats deep into the row and Frost finally catches him. He pulls Cranson up to his feet only to be smacked across the head with the Boomstick. Somehow Cranson had made his way back and one of the audience members handed it down to him. Frost stumbles back and then turns to get away, only to get another shot to the back and he falls to his hands and knees out in the aisle.
Steve Richardson: “How in the hell did Cranson get that thing back?!”
Frank Roberts: “Somehow it must’ve gotten passed through the crowd and the timing just worked out for the guy.”
Cranson then smacks William over the back again, causing him to fall to the ground from the crouched over position. He then proceeds to hit him 4 more times just for the sake of causing pain and then roars to the crowd, raising the Boomstick high above his head. Cranson then forces William up to his feet by his hair and moves in behind him placing the Boomstick around William’s throat as he does so. He then drags William backwards by the throat using his little Boomstick noose set up, all the way back to the barricade. He then drops the Boomstick on the other side of the barricade and wraps his arms around Frost’s waist from behind. He takes one last look behind him before launching Frost, German Suplex style up and over the barricade and out onto the floor in front of the apron. Frost hits the floor hard, folding up like an accordion as he does so then sprawling out. Cranson pleased with his work makes his way over the barricade and grabs his Boomstick.
Steve Richardson: “God Almighty Frost is broken! That German Suplex did it!”
Frank Roberts: “Max doesn’t appear to be stopping either!”
Cranson then throws the Boomstick into the ring, up and over the top rope and then grabs Frost’s hair in both of his hands and forces him up to his feet, then rolls him into the ring underneath the bottom rope. Max then rolls in under the bottom rope after him and then picks up his Boomstick and slaps William across the back again then as he reels back to hit him again he spots “The Gift” laying in the ring. He then drops the Boomstick and walks over to pick up “The Gift”.
Frank Roberts: “Cranson intends to end the match with William’s own weapon!”
Cranson stands over William and slowly raises the chair over his head. He puts a smirk on his face and then whispers “Looks like you’re the one getting presents tonight.” He then swings the chair down as hard as he can, aiming for William’s head. But, Frost somehow manages to get his feet up and the chair bounces off the bottom of them, rebounds and smacks Cranson in the head, the bash of metal on flesh echoing through the arena and the crowd goes wild seeing that Frost is not down and out!
Steve Richardson: “Frost, probably running on pure adrenaline, somehow manages to get his feet up and rebound that chair back at Cranson!”
Cranson falls to his back, holding his head and rolling around the ring as William attempts get up. He uses the ropes to pull himself to his feet and Cranson is still laying on the ring. Frost walks over to Cranson and starts to pull him up to his feet but receives a punch to the head. It staggers him, clearly he’s not in good shape. Cranson then hits him with another right and it drops William to one knee. Max then gets to his feet and gives Frost a headbutt causing him to fall back, landing right next to the pieces of broken table. Just then William’s eyes widen and in one fluent motion he grabs a piece of the table, turns and catches Cranson across the forehead with the splintered end, causing him to fall back with a yell of pain.
Frank Roberts: “The broken table! He used a piece of the broken table!”
Steve Richardson: “Quick thinking by Frost may have just bought him the time he needs!”
Frost then slowly pulls himself up again and then stands over Cranson for a minute and he hears laughing. Cranson then turns and he has a smile on his face as well as a gash in his forehead, blood trickling down from it and some on his hand where he must’ve checked it. William then bends down, putting his mouth by Cranson’s ear and whispers “I’ll have the last laugh… Maxwell.” He then goes back to a standing position as Max’s smile fades and slowly but surely starts to change into anger. He then turns to face William, opens his mouth to speak and gets smacked over the head with “The Gift”. Max remains in the seated position for a seconds, his upper body teetering a bit and then William yells “Oh get it over with!” and then swings the chair again, smacking it off the front of Max’s head and sending him backward to the mat, lights out.
Steven Richardson: “He’s been busted open and Frost just continues to deal punishment!”
Frank Roberts: “What a chair shot! He golf swung on that last one!”
William then walks over to his original corner and carefully sets up the chair. He then moves back to Cranson and grabs him by his right arm, dragging him over so that he is lying in front of the chair. Frost then lifts the deadweight into a kneeling position and the hooks it bulldog style, facing toward the open chair. He then points to the crowd and sweeps his arm from left to right saying “You better be watching! Or you’re next!’ and then puts his foot straight out, kicks back, and plants Cranson face first into the seat of the open chair with The Gift (bulldog driver). The chair goes flipping across the ring from the impact and Cranson just lies there face down on the mat. William then drops down to his knees, rolls Cranson over and covers him 1…2…3!
Steve Richardson: “What a finish by William Frost, and thank God this hellacious match is over!”
Frank Roberts: “Oh don’t be such a girl, Steve. It was a great match!”
The fans practically blow the roof off the building with cheers. Not just for William but for respect for both men after what they just put themselves through.
Ring Announcer: “And the winner of the match, via pinfall! Williaaaaaam Frooooooost!”
William’s music then begins to play as he picks up “The Gift” and uses it kind of like a cane to walk himself across the ring to the side that faces toward the ramp. He then gets out of the ring using the steel steps and hobbles his way up the ramp, using his chair as a cane the entire way. Upon reaching the stage he turns around and turns the chair so that “The Gift” is facing out and raises it high above his head as the scene goes to commercial.
~Commercial Break~Various technicians and backstage workers are out setting up ladders all over the arena. Three are set up on the left side of the stage, and then three on the right. A few more are set up from the stage until halfway down the ramp, scattered around a bit. Then, one is set up on each of the 4 sides of the ring.
Steve Richardson: “Well, match after match these competitors have continued to put on some great shows and we expect even more from the main event.”
Frank Roberts: “That’s right Steve, because tonight’s main event is to crown the first ever RWF World Heavyweight Champion!”
Steve Richardson: “Let’s not waste anymore time, and get right to it!”
Bullet with a Name blasts through the sound system. After the intro is through and the guitar picks up more intensely, Chris Mackison steps out onto the stage, and soon following Archibald Masterson, and the fans begin to cheer.
Ring Announcer: “On his way to the ring, being accompanied to the ring by RWF President, Archibald Masterson! Chairman of the Real Wrestling Federation! Chrissss Maaaackisonnnn!”
The two men walk down, Masterson a few steps behind Mackison as they do so. They walk straight down the ramp, Mackison holding a briefcase as they walk and Masterson with a cocky smirk on his face. They look around the arena as the fans cheer, and they walk and then they reach the ring. Mackison walks up the steel steps first and Masterson follows soon after. Mackison stops midway across the apron, and Master sits on the middle rope, lowering it for him before he gets in and Masterson follows. After a microphone is passed up through the ropes to Mackison, the music dies down.
Chris Mackison: “Hello Wrestling Fans! You all having a good time tonight?!”
The fans begin cheering even loud, loving the show so far tonight, but even more excited for the main event.
Chris Mackison: “Glad to hear it! Inside this briefcase I hold yet another surprise, something that will change the very RWF as we know it. It will cause some to rise to a new potential they didn’t even know they had. It will cause greater disappointments and achievements than any other item in the world. And most of all, it will decide who the number one man in the Real Wrestling Federation is."
The fans give an even bigger pop knowing what he is talking about.
Chris Mackison: “Mr. Masterson if you’ll do the honors.”
Archibald Masters walks over to him nodding and then Mackison holds the briefcase up so that the latches are facing away from him. Masterson then reaches in and unhooks both of them and then grabs both sides of the briefcase.
Chris Mackison then adjusts his hands so that his left hand is holding the briefcase from underneath in the middle and then pulls the mic back to his mouth with his right hand.
Chris Mackison: “Introducing your RWF World Heavyweight Championship!!!”
The fans erupt and stand to their feet as Masterson opens the briefcase and pulls the belt out, holding it high above his head with both hands as if he is the champion himself. He walks around the ring sporting it and then meets Mackison back at center ring.
Mackison: “Now that the introductions are out of the way, how about we get to that Main EVENT?!”
The fans erupt as they hand the title to the ref on the way out of the ring and then head down to sit ringside for the match and then…
The music begins to play and a shower of sparks begins to fall down on and shoot up from the stage area, the sparks being golden and red colored. These run for a couple seconds then Sobek comes walking out and slows down as he passes through the sparks, stopping in the center and slowly raises his arms until they are completely outstretched straight up in the air.
Ring Announcer: “This main event for tonight is a Ladder Match where the only way you can win the match is by climbing up the ladder and retrieving the title belt hanging high above the ring! And is for the RWF World Heavyweight Championship! Weighing in at 326 pounds! From Desouk, Egypt! Sssssssoooobek!”
While he did that, he also raised his head so that he is looking straight up. After a couple seconds of holding the pose he then drops his arms back to his side and sets his sights on the ring, his gaze only being interrupted when he has to redirect his path to miss a few ladders as he walks. He walks down the ramp giving off an aura that he is high and mighty, kind of tipping his head up toward the ceiling. He then reaches the ring and walks over to the steel steps, and slowly walks up them and goes over the top rope on the apron. Upon reaching the ring he walks to the center and stands there looking down at the ring. He then slowly starts to raise his hands again, gold and red sparks shoot out of the apron as he does it. Then right as they reach their fully outstretched point he throws them down with the upmost authority and the sparks shut off, and black flames shoot up from each of the turnbuckles and the stage, setting all three of the ladders on both sides of the stage on fire with the black flames. He then moves to the back half of the ring and stands in the center with his arms crossed, eyeing the belt in the referee’s hands. After a couple seconds however, his attention is changes to the stage/ramp when…
The music begins to play through the sound system, but it can barely be heard over the sounds of the cheering. The fans practically leap out of their seats as Alexander The Great steps out from behind the curtain wearing his Greek Chestplate and Helmet and a smirk upon his face.
Ring Announcer: “And his opponent! Weighing in at 235 pounds! From St. Louis, Missouri! Alexaaaaaander The Greeeeeaaaaat!”
He gets out to the stage and immediately notices the 3 ladders on either side of the stage, all on fire from Sobek’s entrance pyro and then let’s out a deep breath as he brings his arms up from his sides, in a flexing manner. He then drops his arms and continues down the ramp. He begins pointing at various fans to his left naming each of them off one at a time. “Not worthy.” The fans all shout at the top of their lungs along with him as he does so. He then goes to the next fan “Not worthy.” Then, the next “Not worthy.” He does this a couple more times and the fans all get into it right along with him, yelling each time he says those two infamous words. He takes a moment to get around the couple of ladders set up halfway down the ramp, looking them each up and down as he passes and then continues on his way. He stops at the end of the ramp right before reaching the ring, and looks around. As he does so the cocky smirk is on his face, but you can see it in his eyes how in awe he is of the support he is receiving here. So many signs reading “Not Worthy” with an arrow pointing down, they all hold the signs high over their heads, yelling at the top of their lungs. Some wearing his t-shirts which are decorated to look like the front of his chest plate and his name on the back of them. After a few more seconds of looking around he begins doing warm up bounces outside the ring, his face growing serious as he eyes his very large opponent standing in the ring. He then reaches with his left hand, underneath his right arm pit, and unlatches the hook on his chestplate, and repeats the action down by his wait. ATG proceeds, sliding the chestplate off and setting it against the barricade, then removes his helmet and drops it by the armor. He follows it up by doing a few warm up bounces then jumps up onto the ring apron, a burst of pyro going off from each of the ring posts as he lands on the apron. Alexander proceeds to get in the ring through the middle rope and walks right to the center where his opponent, Sobek is waiting with arms crossed and his music fades.
The ref goes over some boundaries and rules, letting them both know that the only way they can win is by climbing up a ladder and securing the title. The ref then signals for the harness to be lowered and as it is, he shows the title to both superstars one at a time and then hooks the belt through the loop of the harness. He buckles the belt and then adjusts it a little, before tugging it once to make sure it doesn’t come off and then signals for the harness to be retracted. As the harness goes up, both men gaze at it, their eyes never leaving it until it is at its full height. They both stood there for a moment staring as it swung back and forth and then slowly lowered their heads so that they were now looking at one another. Alexander the Great starts doing miniature warm up bounces and Sobek uncrosses his arms and lowers them to his sides, his hands bawling up into fists as he does so and then the crowd gets to their feet as the bell rings.
Steve Richardson: “The main event is about to get underway here tonight as we are joined once again by Archibald Masterson AND this time the Chairman of the RWF decides to grace us with his presence, Chris Mackison.”
Chris Mackison: “Oh stop it, Steven. You’re making me blush.”
The four men laugh at the comment and then the attention is directed to the ring where Alexander The Great and Sobek make the first lock up at center ring. At first it appears neither of them can push the other, but after a few seconds Sobek leans his upper body forward, putting Alexander off balance and forcing him to lean back, and then he begins to step forward pushing Alexander until about 3 feet in front of the turnbuckle and then just shoves him backward into it.
Frank Roberts: “Sobek just using that size advantage to gain leverage, overpowering Alexander.”
Archibald Masterson: “Now that you mention that size advantage did you guys happen to see the exchange between the two this past week?”
Steve Richardson: “I believe so Mr. Master, about how neither of them considers size as an advantage, until it comes to the reaching for the title belt.”
Chris Mackison: “But, if I remember correctly Alexander proved that not even that will help him win in the end.”
The four men all nod along as the battle continues. Sobek stands there for a moment as Alexander picks himself up off the turnbuckle, back to a standing position and Alexander gives him a fierce look. Sobek then tries to surprise Alex as he lashes out with a clothesline that smashes Alexander back against the turnbuckle. Sobek then continues to reel back and pummel Alexander’s chest with his big clubbing fist, until finally Alexander drops down and rolls out of the ring under the bottom rope.
Steve Richardson: “It appears Alexander needs a break already after that quick flurry by Sobek.”
Frank Roberts: “He doesn’t need a break, Steve. He just made a smart move and escaped the ring before Sobek could do any serious damage.”
Alexander then puts one knee up onto the apron and eyes Sobek just in case before climbing up onto it. Sobek makes no move to attack him so he gets in the ring and joins Sobek face to face.
Chris Mackison: “It’s nice to see respect between the wrestlers. Sobek allows Alexander to get back in the match so that it’s fair.”
Sobek and Alexander lock up at center ring again and again Sobek leans forward to gain that leverage. However, this time Alexander throws out a swift kick to Sobek’s left calf causing him to let go and then hooks him DDT style. Sobek refuses to be DDT’d though as he pushes Alexander off as hard as he can, causing him to back all the way to the ropes and rebound. As he comes back Sobek takes a couple steps forward and launches a big boot toward Alexander. He manages to duck under the incoming boot and continues running across the ring to the other ropes, and rebounds once again. As he reaches Sobek he stops catching Sobek around the middle, belly to belly and then attempts to launch him for a belly to belly suplex, but Sobek wraps his arms tight around Alexander and keeps himself in place. Alexander then tries again but Sobek just squeezes tighter to prevent himself from being tossed. Once the pressure releases, Sobek raises his right arm high above his head and brings his elbow down over the top of Alexander’s head causing him to let go and grab his head. Sobek then hits an uppercut that causes Alexander to stagger back, turning around slightly to prevent another punch. Sobek then takes advantage of Alexander’s back being turned and wraps his arm around the neck of Alexander from behind, then lifts him up off the ground and holds him up in the air with the choke.
Steve Richardson: “I believe he calls this maneuver the Constrictor.”
Frank Roberts: “Very creative! But, I have to ask, what’s with the whole cobra thing and thinking he’s a God?!”
Chris Mackison: “I’m not sure about that stuff, but I know that the man is huge and he can wrestle with the best of them and that’s why he’s here.”
Alexander struggles around as Sobek holds him in the air with the choke after a few minutes of kicking about, Alexander calms himself and thinks of a way out then aims a back elbow shot right below the ribs of Sobek causing him to drop Alexander instantly.
Steve Richardson: “Alexander able to escape, hitting that sensitive spot right below the ribs of the big man.”
Alexander then turns and hits Sobek with a body shot, then another then another, targeting the spot where his elbow hit. He then turns and runs to the ropes and rebounds then leaps up swings a lariat that knocks Sobek to his back and the crowd springs up into cheers.
Frank Roberts: “He gets the big man off his feet!”
Alexander then springs into action as Sobek starts to get back to his feet and charges in and hits a running dropkick to the chest of the kneeling Sobek, sending him back down again. Sobek continues to try and get up though and Alexander is in behind him and wraps his hands around the seated Sobek’s waist then lifts him up and over German suplex style and plants Sobek to the mat, and bridges holding him there to think up a plan.
Archibald Masterson: “Umm, he does know he can’t pin Sobek in this type of match, right?”
Frank Roberts: “Of course it’s Alexander the Great, in his past he used to do this devise plans.”
Eventually Sobek rolls over off of Alexander, freeing himself and Alexander shoots up to his feet. He charges in toward the kneeling Sobek and reels back for a possible lariat only to have Sobek shoot to his feet, grabbing Alexander by the neck in the process and in the same fluent motion, Sobek lifts him up and then tosses him down completing the chokeslam and then falls back against the ropes to regain some stamina.
Steve Richardson: “What a chokeslam by Sobek!”
Chris Mackison: “And the fact that he was able to have such awareness even with momentum against him shows something else.”
After a few moments of rest, Sobek decides head out onto the apron, stepping over the top rope and then hops down to the floor. He then walks over to the 10ft ladder standing a couple feet away and closes it before picking it up. He then turns around and slides it into the ring under the bottom rope and rolls in after it. Alexander is starting to get up, but Sobek just continues on, getting to his feet and grabbing the ladder as he does so. He then turns back to a kneeling Alexander and charges with the head of the ladder handing out straight ahead and runs it into Alexander’s chest like a battering ram, knocking him down to the mat.
Chris Mackison: “Finally, the ladder is coming into play.”
Archibald Masterson: “Will Sobek be our first ever RWF World Heavyweight champion, right here?”
Sobek then sets up the ladder directly underneath the title belt and then moves around so that he can start to climb, but on his way notices Alexander using the ropes to pull himself up. Sobek then turns back to him and charges in and crushes him against the turnbuckle with a body splash. Alex remains standing, although leaning against the turnbuckle and Sobek pulls him off, lifting him sidewalk slam style in the process, then takes a couple step forward, only to have Alexander reach out with both arms and grabs the rope to stop Sobek’s march. Sobek then attempts to yank him free, but it instead works against him as Alexander times it perfect and pulls himself toward the rope as Sobek tries to yank him. The momentum from Sobek’s pulling causes him to stumble forward and Alex lands on his feet. Sobek then turns around and Alexander charges and leaps for a flying clothesline, but Sobek dives to the side out of the way and Alexander heads right for the ladder, but instead of crashing through it he lands on the second step and then keeps climbing.
Steve Richardson: “The awareness of Alexander! Look at him go! He could win it here!”
Frank Roberts: “He is truly a sight to see!”
He gets to the fourth of five steps and Sobek grabs his feet and yanks them out from under him. Alexander slides down a couple steps, catching his chin on two of them and then somehow catches his balance, landing on the second step again. He then leaps backwards off the ladder, turning around in mid air and lands on Sobek, catching him DDT style, he then whips himself around, still holding the DDT and plants Sobek head first down into the mat!
Steve Richardson: “Tornado DDT! With authority!”
Archibald Masterson: “That’s one of those moves he’s famous for right there!”
Alexander rests for a few moments before getting up to his feet , Sobek not far behind as he staggers up to his feet, stumbling a bit as his right hand holds his head. Sobek turns to face Alexander, who is charging at him and at the last second he bends down and then launches Alexander over his head with a back body drop right into the ladder! But, somehow Alexander manages to land on it and keep his balance again, but this time the momentum causes the ladder to start to tip the opposite way. Alexander’s eyes widen and he grabs the step in front of him and leans back, it seems to stop the momentum, but not for long as Sobek comes running in and big boots Alexander in the back not only causing him to slam forward into the ladder, but the ladder then tips over and falls down flat to the mat, closing and Alex slams down on top of it with a thud.
Frank Roberts: “Uh-oh! Alexander is in trouble now after that move!”
Sobek then runs over and lands a leg drop across the back of Alex, crushing him against the ladder. Alexander then yells out and rolls off the ladder and Sobek doesn’t stop there. He then opens the ladder while it’s still laying down and drags Alex over so that his body is laying on the bottom part of the latter and then grabs the open end of the ladder that’s hanging in the air and goes to slam it down. But, Alex quickly reaches up and hits one of the locking spreader bars causing the ladder to not bend. Sobek tilts his head then brings his fist down over the top of the bar causing it to bend again. He then grabs the hanging part of the ladder again and tries to slam it shut on Alexander, but this time Alexander throws a leg up at the spreader bar to straighten it, but instead breaks it off completely and when Sobek tries to close the ladder it bends off to the side and snaps the other one too. Alexander then rolls out from in between the ladder legs and onto the ring mat and Sobek just lets the ladder leg fall down to a closed position and then puts his heel on the end of the ladder and kicks out causing it to slide out under the bottom rope and out onto the outside.
Archibald Masterson: “Did he just break the ladder in order to escape being smashed?!”
Frank Roberts: “That’s Alexander the Great for ya! Can’t keep him down!”
Alexander then gets to his feet to meet the marching Sobek face-to-face and begin trading punches. They both lash out right after right, each punch thrown harder and harder but neither man backing down. Alexander The Great then starts to get the advantage and the crowd begins to cheer louder as he drives Sobek back with the punches. Upon reaching the ropes, Alexander grabs Sobek’s arm and Irish whips him across the ring to the rope, but Sobek reverses it and instead whips Alexander. Off the rebound, Sobek throws a heavy chop towards Alexander’s chest, but Alexander ducks underneath it and continues running. Upon reaching the ropes he leaps up and springboards off, spinning in the air and going for a flying clothesline, but gets caught spinebuster style. Sobek then turns around using the momentum of Alex’s springboard and powers him down to the mat, but doesn’t come back up. As the camera pans around we now see that Alexander had somehow applied his Anaconda Guillotine and Sobek was struggling around to get up.
Steve Richardson: “Woah! He locked in that Guillotine out of nowhere!”
Chris Mackison: “The thing about that hold is it is very deceiving. Despite how juvenile it might look, the more you struggle the tighter it gets.”
Archibald Masterson: “A truly remarkable move on Alexander’s part.”
Frank Roberts: “The Great… Alexander The Great!”
Sobek feels the hold tightening and then becomes very still, almost eerily still, like a statue. Then after a couple seconds, he stands completely up in the air, lifting Alexander up with him. He then charges forward and slam Alexander back first into the turnbuckle, but Alex holds the guillotine strong. Sobek stumbles around a bit, then after he regains his footing he charges forward again and slams Alexander into the corner once more. Alexander yells out but keeps the hold strong and this time Sobek falls down to one knee. They remain in this position for a couple seconds and then Sobek summons all his strength and charges toward the ropes, this time leaping completely over the top rope and the two men crash into the side of the announce table with a thud that echoes through the entire arena and the crowd goes into a frenzy!
Steve Richardson: “My God! I’ve never seen anything like that before! Sobek just… The Big man just…”
Frank Roberts: “He launched himself over the top rope in an attempt to get Alexander to break the hold, putting his own body on the line.”
Archibald Masterson: “Hey, he broke the hold didn’t he?”
The two men lay there for a couple minutes and finally both of them start to stir, Sobek grasping at his throat and Alexander holding the back of his head and neck. Alexander manages to make it to his feet first, Sobek still on his hands and knees and starts to walk over to attack but stops as he gets an idea. He then walks over to the barricade off to the right of the announce table and grabs one of the chairs that is resting against it and nods. He then walks over to Sobek who is now using the announce table to get to his feet and slaps the chair across Sobek’s back sending him back down, kneeling and leaning against the table. Alexander then reels back against and smacks Sobek across the back again who then falls to his back on the floor. Alexander then hits Sobek over the chest/abdomen and repeats two more times causing Sobek to roll away from him in pain. Alexander then tosses the chair up into the ring over the top rope and turns to the fans and whispers “Might need that later” and then winks before walking around to the other side of the ring.
Steve Richardson: “Alexander just beating the hell out of Sobek with that chair.”
Chris Mackison: “Alexander is just doing what he has too to secure a win tonight.”
Alexander grabs a ladder that is standing up and folds in the spreader bar and closes the ladder legs together. He then lifts it up and slides it in under the bottom rope. He then looks over at Sobek who is still writhing in pain on the floor , to make sure he isn’t interrupted and then rolls in under the bottom rope. Alexander proceeds to set up the ladder in the center of the ring and locks the spreader bars in place to keep it securely standing and then moves around to climb up when he notices two men charging down the entrance ramp. He gets a puzzle look on his face and then turns to face them. The first slides in the ring followed seconds later by the second and then they charge for Alexander.
Frank Roberts: “Those are Sobek’s followers! The people that he has hypnotized!”
Chris Mackison: “Are those my technicians that didn’t show up today, Masterson?”
Archibald Masterson: “I believe so, sir.”
The first attempts to clothesline Alexander, but he quickly ducks it and right as he stands back to his full height he leaps up and hits a standing dropkick to the second one. Alexander then gets to his feet and as the first technician rebounds off the ropes he turns to his side and hits an arm drag on him. The second is now back to his feet and Alexander charges forward and nails him with a devastating clothesline and the technician nearly does a complete back flip before hitting the mat. Alexander then turns around just in time to see the first swing a haymaker punch at him, but he ducks it, spinning as he does so and then comes up out of the spin with a huge spinning backfist that knocks the man silly, and he drops to the mat limp, before rolling out of the ring under the bottom rope. Alexander then turns back to the second who is just up to his hands and knees, and grabs his arm. Alexander then proceeds to drop down with the arm and locks in the Kimura arm hold. The technician begins yelling as Alexander just wrenches back on it harder and harder.
Chris Mackison: “Believe me that move is a lot more painful than it looks.”
Then a bearded man jumps over the barricade from the crowd, holding a kendo stick.
Steve Richardson: “What in the hell?”
Frank Roberts: “That’s another of Sobek’s lackeys!”
The man sneaks over to the ring and slides in under the bottom rope, making sure Alexander doesn’t seem him as he wrenches back on the technician’s arm. The bearded technician then reels back and slaps the kendo stick across the back of Alexander the Great. Alex yells out in pain, quickly letting go of the Kimura hold to nurse his back from the unexpected blow. The technician that was in the hold rolls out under the bottom rope and the bearded one unleashes another kendo stick shot to the gut of Alexander. He then hits another shot on the abdomen and another on the chest. Alexander yells out loud as he rolls trying to get away from the blows and gets hit once more across the back of his ribs as he goes out under the bottom rope.
Steve Richardson: “Someone get that kendo stick away from him! He’s not even part of the damn match!”
Chris Mackison: “Sorry Steve, but it’s no disqualification. Nothing we can do.”
The bearded man chases him, sliding out under the bottom rope after him and then swings again, but Alexander just gets to his feet, taking the hit off his shoulder and then charges forward, lifting the man spinebuster style and driving him back first into the ring apron. Alexander then unleashes a flurry of punches into the gut and chest of bearded technician. He then finishes with a hard right straight into the man’s jaw, then another right to the side of the head, and finishes with a heavy haymaker from the left that drops the technician to his side. Alexander then reaches down and picks up the kendo stick and then reels back and smacks it off the bearded man’s back. The technician tries to roll away, but Alexander goes ballistic hitting him over and over on the side until he corners the guy against the barricade. He then stomps on the technician’s gut and causes him to sit up and then hits him across the face with the kendo stick causing the man to start yelling and rolling around in pain. Alexander then throws the kendo stick down with authority and notices Sobek climbing the ladder.
Frank Roberts: “I think it’s safe to say that Alexander the Great got his revenge after the beating he just put on that technician.”
Chris Mackison: “As long as he is still capable of doing his JOB I’m okay with that! Needs a beating for not showing up!”
The announcers all laugh at the comment and the camera pans back to the ring where Sobek is reaching up from the third step, his finger tips just barely touching the title, but he still isn’t high enough. He then moves like he’s gonna take another step up the ladder but his foot is grabbed by Alexander. Sobek just kicks out at him sending him back away from the ladder then goes back to climbing. Alexander once again grabs his foot preventing the movement, Sobek again kicks out at him but this time Alexander let’s go of the foot though and let’s Sobek’s momentum carry him. Sobek remains on the ladder but slightly tips as his foot sails by hitting nothing but air, and then Alexander grabs the foot with both arms and charges the opposite way with all his might. Sobek is force to let go of the ladder and falls down to the mat, landing on his stomach. He gets back to his feet as fast as he can but is met by a fired up Alexander the Great who fires away with multiple rights, driving Sobek back to the ropes and then whips him across the ring.
Frank Roberts: “Alexander The Great appears to be all fired up after taking out Sobek’s henchman!”
Sobek runs across the ring then rebounds and Alexander backs up to the ropes behind him as if he’s gonna rebound. Sobek then reaches Alexander who then drops down and pulls the top rope and Sobek flips over it. Alexander then hurries to his feet and charges for the ladder, only to be grabbed on both sides of his head by the hands of Sobek, who had held himself on the apron. The grasping of the head stops the momentum of Alexander’s uppderbody, but the legs continue to run and he ends up being slammed on his back. Sobek then slingshots himself over the top rope and lands a leg drop across the chest of Alexander The Great!
Archibald Masterson: “Woah-ho-ho! Who knew the big man could fly?!”
Sobek then lifts Alexander to his feet and slams his head off the turnbuckle. He then, repeats the action slamming Alex’s head off the turnbuckle again, and again and again and then ends the combo by pushing him into the turnbuckle chest first and then big boots Alexander in the back, causing him to fall face first into the turnbuckle. Sobek then forces Alexander to his feet again and then lifts him up onto the top rope with Alex facing outward toward the crowd. Sobek hits a clubbing forearm shot over the back of Alex’s neck and then turns his back to Alex’s back. He then reaches back and pulls Alex over onto his back crucifix powerbomb style and Alexander immediately starts wriggling around. Sobek struggles to keep Alexander up, as he takes a couple steps forward and then just gives up, tossing Alex backwards off his back. Alexander lands right in front of the turnbuckle, facing toward it. He then remembers putting the chair in the ring earlier and looks over his left shoulder to see it a few feet away and then turns completely around to face Sobek who is already turned around facing him.
Chris Mackison: “And now the best part, we have a stand off!”
Frank Roberts: “Possibly the last one of the match too!”
Alexander lashes at Sobek going for a clothesline, expecting Sobek to duck under it, but instead he just takes it. Sobek stumbles back one step and then fires a clothesline of his own, knocking Alexander to his back. He shoots right back to his feet and Sobek delivers another clothesline knocking Alex down. He gets back up a third time and this time Sobek picks Alexander up Sidewalk Slam style and drops Alex down, back first over his knee finishing a pendulum backbreaker. He then shoves Alexander out under the bottom rope and turns to the ladder. He moves back to the center and then starts to climb up.
Steve Richardson: “This could be it! We could have our new champion right here!”
Sobek slowly makes his way up to the third step and reaches up, his fingertips hitting the bottom of the title.
Frank Roberts: “Just one step away for the giant!”
Sobek then climbs up to the fourth step and reaches up, able to reach the title, but his first tap on it has it swinging. He reaches his other hand up to steady the belt and then a smack echoes through the arena.
Steve Richardson: “My God! What a chair shot!”
Alexander had gotten back in the ring and grabbed the chair, then delivered a shot to Sobek’s back. Sobek holds his lower back with his right hand, but maintains his balance. Alexander then reels back and slaps the back of Sobek’s legs, and Sobek topples from the ladder down to his back on the ring. Alexander then nods at his work and tosses the chair through the ropes and to the outside.
Frank Roberts: “Alexander The Great now in control of the match!”
Chris Mackison: “Both men are doing everything they can for that belt. If you ask me, both of them are qualified to be our champion.”
Alexander then begins to climb the ladder. After watching Sobek miss the title twice from the third step he immediately goes straight to the fourth step and then reaches up. He can reach the title with his fingers but not enough to pull it down. He then takes a step up to the fifth step, the last one before the top and the fans begin to rock the stadium with cheers. Alexander reaches up and then feels his leg being tugged on. Sobek is now back up using the ladder to hold himself up and pulling on Alexander’s foot. Alexander kicks at him, but Sobek just puts his arm up to block the kicks. Alexander then allows himself to slide down two steps and uses the falling impact to plant a kick into the head of Sobek, causing him to stumble backward away from the ladder. Alexander then turns his attention back to the ladder and begins to climb again. He gets up to the fourth step as Sobek rebounds off the ropes, then lifts his leg to go up to the fifth and Sobek’s body collides with the ladder. It starts to tip and Alexander starts shaking his head as it falls and drops him over the top rope on his gut and then he falls over it to the outside.
Steve Richardson: “All the way from the top of a ladder to the outside floor below! He could be hurt!”
Frank Roberts: “What a long fall! Alexander the Great better be okay!”
Sobek slowly gets up to his feet and picks up the ladder. He then drags it over to the center of the ring, looking up to make sure he has it lined up and then sets it up. He makes sure both spreader bars are locked so the ladder is secure and then moves around to climb it. The camera pans to view Alexander only to find out that he isn’t there anymore. It then moves around the ring to see him crawling towards one of the ladders on the entrance ramp, he keeps looking back to see if Sobek notices as he progresses. He then gets to his feet and unlocks the spreader bars and picks up the ladder over his shoulder and turns back toward the ring to see Sobek dragging himself up to the second step of the ladder.
Steve Richardson: “Alexander better get back quick or Sobek is gonna pull that title down.”
Frank Roberts: “He’ll make it! He’s great!”
Alexander quickly throws the ladder from his shoulder through the middle and bottom rope and then climbs up to the ring apron as Sobek goes up to the third ladder. Alexander springboards over the ropes and dives into the side of the standing ladder with Sobek on it, spearing the ladder and causing it to fall over. Sobek slams down to the ring mat on his side with a thunderous thud, Alexander lands on top of the ladder with his chest and ribs and then rolls off to the side hugging himself with his arms.
Archibald Masterson: “He landed right on top of the ladder! Ouch!”
Steve Richardson: “Who’s gonna recover first and get that title belt?!”
After a few moments of recover, Sobek starts to get up first and notices Alexander still writing in pain on the ground. So he sets the ladder back up in the center of the ring once again and then moves around to climb it but, right as he does Alexander starts to push himself up off the mat. Sobek then walks back around and over to Alexander. Sobek forces him up to his feet and then Irish whips him across the ring, but Alexander trips about halfway across on the ladder that he had brought the ring, falling right on it. The crowd let’s out an “OOOOH!” as he hits it and Sobek then nods and moves over to climb the ladder. Alexander notices and starts fighting through the pain in his ribs to push himself to his feet.
Frank Roberts: “Sobek is nearing in on the gold!”
Sobek then pulls himself up to the second step as Alexander grabs the second rope to pull himself up.
Steve Richardson: “Only two more steps for the big man and that title will be in reach!”
Alexander gets to his feet and looks up at Sobek as he pulls himself up to the third step!
Archibald Masterson: “One more step and he’s got it! New Champion coming!”
Alexander the Great then lifts the ladder that he tripped over up, and hoists it up over his shoulder as Sobek pulls himself to the fourth step.
Chris Mackison: “He’s got it! It’s at his finger tips!”
Sobek reaches up and grasps the title belt by the bottom only to have his legs knocked right out from under him as Alexander charges in using the ladder as a battering ram. Sobek nearly does a cartwheel in the air before landing hard on his back/neck and sprawling out in front of the far turnbuckle. The jaws of the announcers all drop as Alexander stands over Sobek breathing heavily, the ladder up over his shoulder. Alexander then gets an idea and nods as he moves over to Sobek’s side. He then stands the ladder up and opens it, locking both of the spreader bars in place. He then, slants the ladder and puts one of the legs over the chest of Sobek, so that it is pinning him down against the mat and then puts the top of the ladder up and under the top turnbuckle pad, creating a makeshift restraint to keep Sobek pinned down to the mat. He then moves over and grabs the ladder that Sobek was on before and lifts it up.
Steve Richardson: “Is Sobek stuck or just out from the massive shot he just took?!”
Alexander then sets up the ladder and moves around to the side to climb it. He instantly jumps up to the second step then takes another up to the third and Sobek starts to move. Alexander then climbs up to the fourth step and Sobek sees it. He then starts thrashing around, but can’t seem to get free from the restraint that was placed on him. Alexander then climbs up to the fifth step and Sobek tries everything he can to get loose but the ladder won’t budge. Alexander then reaches up with both hands and unlatches the belt, and as it comes off into his hands he allows himself to fall backward off the ladder and down to the mat below.
Chris Mackison: “He got it! Alexander the Great got it!”
Alexander then gets up from falling and gets up to a kneeling position and just holds the title out so that he can see the plating on it. He then nods with a smirk on his face and then jumps to his feet and raises the title high above his head with his right hand letting out a loud battlecry as he does so.
Ring Announcer: “And the winner of the match, and your RWF World Heavyweight Champion, Alexaaaaaanderrrrr the Greeeeeaaaaat!”
The crowd goes crazy at the sound of the name and Alexander’s music begins to play. Chris Mackison and Archibald Masterson both get up and move toward the ring as Steve Richardson and Frank Roberts leave toward the back. Mackison and Masterson both get in the ring, Mackison holding a mic and then he has the music cut.
Chris Mackison: “I, Chairman of the RWF would like to personally congratulate you on your victory and for becoming our very first RWF World Heavyweight Champion!”
Mackison then offers Alexander the Great a handshake. Alexander stares at it for a second and then decides to shake his hand. Masterson then offers him a shake and Alexander puts on a smirk. After a few seconds he then points his finger at Masterson and yells “Not Worthy!” the crowd yelling along with him and Alexander’s music begins playing again. Alexander then drops down out of the ring as the refs try to unpry the ladder from trapping Sobek. As Alexander walks down the ramp he points to various fans yelling “Not worthy!” as he goes and the entire crowd yells it along with him. Then as he reaches the stage he turns around and raises his title belt above his head once more with his right head and then uses his left hand to continue pointing to fans and yelling “Not Worthy!”. The fans continue to yell it with him over and over until the scene fades to black and the show ends on this glorious sight.
~Show Ends~NOTE: The results will be edited so they look nicer tomorrow. I have a headache. Also, sorry for the late post. It's been a... rough day to say the least. 
Anywho, hope everyone enjoyed.
Anywho, hope everyone enjoyed.