A quick preview of RWF is shown on televisions on around the world right after the show before it finishes. Commercials flash and fans around the world put on their merchandise, log into forums and chat rooms, play live streams and set up televisions to watch the most exciting thing that has hit sports entertainment since the WWE. Fans in the arena begin to cheer as the all familiar countdown timer reaches 10 seconds and then nothing but the countdown is heard. 10! 9! 8! 7! 6! 5! 4! 3! 2! 1! And then…
Runaway by the Hail the Villain begins to play as the camera pans around the audience who completely goes crazy out of pure excitement for tonight’s show. The fans are rowdy and louder than ever tonight excited to see their new champion and the progress of the post Fall Brawl Show.
Steve Richardson: “Welcome to tonight’s show folks! I’m Steve Richardson, joined here by Frank Roberts and me-oh-my have we got a show for you tonight!”
Frank Roberts: “That’s right, Steve! A brilliant set up for the post-Fall Brawl. First up we got the monster, HardKore Comley who lost yet still destroyed Nathan Harris last week in his debut. And his opponent is a young prodigy, Alfred Starr who suffered from a pretty devastating injury but is looking to make a comeback as a new man, known as Mimic.”
Steve Richardson: “Then we have two men stepping into the squared circle who have both been having somewhat of a rough streak as of late. It’ll be Bryan Anderson vs Max Cranson, both looking to end their losing streaks.
Frank Roberts: “The next couple matches we will see the two members of The Feared competing in singles matches as Slash takes on Dante Pritchard, and a rematch from RWF’s first ever show, Scream vs William Frost.”
Steve Richardson: “The final two matches of the night are both main event quality, as we have newcomer Nathan Harris coming out with much confidence after a big win over HardKore Comley in his debut match and the RWF Heavyweight Champion, Alexander the Great! Harsh words exchanged between these men as Alexander doesn’t feel as though Harris is worthy of stepping in the ring with him.
Frank Roberts: “And the main even we will see the current Number 1 Contender, Sobek defending his honor and reputation against possibly the most intimidating figure In wrestling today, Asylum! It’s gonna be great, Steve and can’t wait to get it started.”
Steve Richardson: “That’ll be sooner than you think, Frank!”
The music begins with the opening barrage of sound and Joseph comes running out onto the stage as white smoke pours from the stage and above it.
Frank Roberts: “What the?! He’s not scheduled for this match is he?!”
Steve Richardson: “Or the better question for this situation, who is he and why is he here?”
He jumps around in the smoke a couple seconds before stepping out in front of it and shaking his arms around, warming them up. The fans stand to their feet and cheer for the son of their beloved WWE Superstar, Edge in hopes that he will be anything like his father. Joseph then stops at the edge of the ramp, dropping his head down toward the ramp for a couple seconds, then in one motion raises both of his arms and his face towards the ceiling and pyro mechanics go off behind him from left to right then back again and once it stops he throws his arms down with intensity turning to his left as he does so and saying something to the fans as he bounces up and down rapidly then points to himself. He then, continues down the ramp toward the ring his sunglasses warn proudly on his face, a black leather tench coat, snapped together around his neck handing down around the knee area, shirtless, black tights with the word "Edge" on one leg and "Rated R" on the other in honor of his father and finished off with black leather boots. He then stops at the area right before the ring and starts moving his hands around and does warm up bounces then charges for the ring and slides in under the bottom rope and holds himself in a push up position before jumping to his feet and moving over to the nearest turnbuckle. He then waves his head from left to right, headbanger style and then throws his head up, as well as his hands in a "rock on" style (closed fist with index finger and pinky extended). He then jumps down and runs across to the opposite side of the ring getting up on the ropes, his left leg on the bottom and right leg on the middle and then starts bouncing as the fans continue to cheer. After doing this for a couple seconds he moves over to the ropes closest to the announce table and grabs a microphone from the ring announcer and then stands back up, moving to center ring as his music fades. After the cheers die down he brings the mic to his lips.
Joseph Copeland: "Wow pops wasn't kidding, wrestling fans really are the best fans in the world."
The fans answer him with a cheer and he nods, accepting the cheers. He then puts the mic back to his lips again.
Frank Roberts: “I knew he looked familiar, Steve! Look at his tights, he’s the song of Edge, the Rated-R Superstar!”
Steve Richardson: “By God he is!”
Joseph Copeland: "But, that's not why I came out to the ring. I'm here, because I wanted to forewarn you all, that although I don't have a match tonight keep your eyes peeled, cause I got something big in store for you all."
Joseph then smirks as a few fans cheer and some begin talking back and forth wondering what he means.
Joseph Copeland: "You see all these rookies come into the RWF saying the same things…”
He then proceeds in a mocking voice.
Joseph Copeland: “I’m gonna be your next champion. I may be a rookie but don’t underestimate me! I’m gonna show you all…”
His voice then changes back to normal halfway through the sentence and he finishes normally.
“blah, blah, blah. It’s the same old crap over and over bringing the same hype, but none of them have wow'd you. None of them have done anything to really catch your eyes. None of them have given you a reason to believe what they are saying."
He then steps around the ring looking around at the audience kind of wobbling his head left and right with a slight smile.
Joseph Copeland: "Well look no further. Things around RWF are gonna start changing real quick. Things are about to upgrade from PG to Rated-R if you know what I mean!"
The crowd begins to cheer even louder after that comment and he holds a smile on his face. Once they quiet down he puts the mic to his lips again.
Joseph Copeland: “So toss those remotes aside, keep your eyes glued to your screen, hell don’t even blink. Cause I promise, you won’t wanna miss this.”
Joseph then drops the mic and the fans begin cheering as his music begins playing again. He nods with a smirk on his face and the camera fades to a commercial break.
~Commercial Break~Once the show comes back from commercial break, music immediately hits the P.A. System.
The music blasts to life and fire shoots up out of the turnbuckles. 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 kind of creeped out by the segments he has had so far.
Ring Announcer: “The first match of the night is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, 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 his opponent 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 at the center of the ring where he turns to face the stage then does a cutthroat taunt and then backs up to his corner and awaits his opponent.
The music begins to play and a hole opens up in the center of the stage and fog fills the area.
Ring Announcer: “And his opponent, weighing in at 245 pounds! From Green Bay, Wisconsin! Miiiiiiimic!”
Slowly a lift rises up from the hole revealing the masked figure that is Mimic. He is doing warm up bounces to the beat of the music as he comes up. Once the lift becomes even with the stage he jumps up as high as he can (about a 4 ft vertical) and then lands on the edge of stage, and explosion of pyro goes off behind him as he lands. He then continues down the ramp moving from left to right and back again to slap some high fives before charging forward and sliding in through the bottom. He then gets to his feet and does warm up bounces to the beat for a few seconds and then stops to look Comley in the eye. He then moves to center ring and turns out towards the stage and does the same cutthroat that Comley did and when he turns back to the giant of a man, there is no longer a smile on HardKore Comley’s face but now anger. He then backs into his corner and awaits the referee to start the match.
Steve Richardson: “Here we go, let’s get the show underway!
Comley doesn’t even wait for the bell as anger has built up to boiling points over the last few weeks due to Mimic and his antics. He charges in and clotheslines Mimic against the turnbuckle, and then delivers repeated heavy body shots until the ref gets to a 4-count. The bell is finally rung Comley moves in again, this time pushing his knee into the side of Mimic’s masked head and smashing him against the turnbuckle for another 4-count from the ref who then gives him a warning about the rope break rules.
Steve Richardson: “Well, after a starting cheap shot the much larger HardKore Comley finds himself in control. But, I am interested to see what this Mimic fella can do.”
Frank Roberts: “We’ve already seen him, Steve. Under the name Alfred Starr!”
Steve Richardson: “Now you know as well as I do, Frank. He is not the same man after that head injury he suffered.”
Comley then moves in and lifts Mimic to his feet and delivers a hard right to him, then a left body shot. He follows up this punch combo by whipping Mimic across the ring to the corner opposite of them and charges in smashing him against the turnbuckle again with a clothesline. Mimic stumbles forward trying to catch his breath, only to be lifted up sidewalk slam style and then dropped back first over the knee of HardKore Comley. But, Comley isn’t done as he then lifts Mimic Sidewalk Slam style again and drives him down to the mat finishing the Sidewalk slam and then covers Mimic. 1…2- although gets a two count this early, Mimic throws his shoulder up to break the count. Comley then gets to his feet again and reaches down picking up Mimic from the ground to a scoop slam position and then hangs him tree of woe style on the turnbuckle. He then uses his foot to choke Mimic, pulling on the top rope with his arms for extra leverage as he does so and holding for another 4-count. The ref puts his arm around the waist of Comley and pushes him back a little giving him another warning. Comley then pulls his arm back like he’s gonna hit the ref, causing the ref to back up. He then laughs at the scared ref and then charges in and goes for a low dropkick to the head of Mimic, who quickly sits up, ending in a sitting position on the top rope, facing out toward the audience and dodges the move causing Comley to slide right by.
Steve Richarson: “A quick move by Mimic saves him from getting his head taken off and is his first sign of life in the match so far!”
Frank Roberts: “I’m not sure he still has it, Steve. He’s not looking very well out there, and HardKore Comley is definitely not the person you want to try and make a comeback against.”
Mimic then back rolls of the top rope and lands on his feet only to slam down to the mat face first as Comley grabs his feet through the bottom rope and yanks them out from under him. Comley then proceeds to pull him out under the bottom rope and then grabs him by the arm and then Irish Whips him right into the steel steps, causing him to hit shoulder first. Comley then laughs as Mimic tries to get away and grabs him by the back of the neck and brings him to a kneeling position where he then smacks Mimic’s head off the steel steps and leaves him hunched over them, his head laying on the second step and Comley starts to back up with a smile on his face.
Steve Richardson: “What does Comley have planned here?! No, he’s going to re-injure this poor young man!”
Comley then charges forward looking to smash Mimic’s head between his boot and the steps, but Mimic manages to push off and back roll away. Comley’s boot hits the steps sending them sliding back. They bounce off the barricade and rebound off a little and then he turns to a running Mimic who then leaps up and hits a dropkick, both legs connecting with Comley. The blow only causes Comley to stumble back a bit, but it is just enough as his stumble is impeded by the steel steps behind him and he trips over them and lands on his back on the floor. Mimic then leans on the barricade to hold himself up and tries to regain some stamina as Comley gets to his feet.
Frank Roberts: “Mimic definitely caught a break there.”
Steve Richardson: “You aren’t kidding, Frank. He almost got beheaded a second time but continues to fight on.”
Mimic then charges in as Comley is going from a kneeling position to standing and leaps up going for a knee strike that is aimed for Comley’s head. HardKore Comley manages to back up and push Mimic as he goes by throwing him toward the exposed steel of the ringpost on the outside. Mimic is able to outstretch his arms and stop himself and then Comley charges in and throws a boot out, and Mimic just falls to his back causing Comley to hit a big boot to the ring post. It doesn’t hurt him by the impact causes him to stumble back ward and Mimic quickly gets up and runs in going for a spinning leg lariat. Comley however plants his back leg, regaining his balance and then catches Mimic’s foot in mid air and fires out a clothesline sending Mimic down hard to the floor. Mimic starts to get up on his own but is forced up the rest of the way by Comley who then brings him over to the barricade and reels his head back before trying to smack it against the barricade. But, Mimic puts his foot up and catches himself, stopping the momentum and then puts his other foot up as well, pushing off and going up and over Comley, landing behind him. Comley then turns and fires a throat thrust to Mimic causing him to grab his throat with both hands and then Comley charges Mimic back first into the apron before rolling him back into the ring under the bottom rope.
Steve Richardson: “Poor Mimic just can’t seem to get anything going. Comley is just not letting up for a second!”
Frank Roberts: “To put it into modern terms, maybe Mimic will learn to not poke the bear next time.”
Comley goes to pull Mimic’s leg up for the cover, but Mimic somehow uses the momentum to completely pull himself free and back roll into a standing position . HardKore Comley quickly moves to get to his feet, but only gets to his knees before Mimic grabs him DDT style and puts his leg back, then kicks forward and falls back in the same motion spiking Comley’s head into the mat and then covers him.
Steve Richards: “By God! He could’ve broken Comley’s neck!”
Frank Roberts: “Mimic actually showing signs of offense!”
Mimic then covers Comley 1…t- but doesn’t even get a two count as Comley completely throws him off over head. Mimic rolls once and then gets to his feet and charges toward Comley’s downed body, leaping completely over it and landing on the ropes, then springboards off and moonsaults through the air. Comley manages to roll out of the way causing Mimic to hit the mat gut first. He holds his gut and starts to roll away only to be grabbed by Comley who then lifts him to his feet. Comley then, hits Mimic with a hard uppercut from the right hand that causes Mimic’s head to snap back and his legs to buckle a little which causes him to stumble backward a little bit. After reaching his balance he tries to shake the cobwebs out of his mind as he sees Comley incoming, charging at him with all his might. He manages to duck, but he is clearly woozy as he doesn’t get low enough, and takes a boot off the front of the forehead, and hits the mat hard on his back/neck after the huge boot.
Steve Richardson: “My God! What a boot from HardKore Comley!”
Frank Roberts: “Mimic just couldn’t get low enough to dodge it, something is definitely off.”
Comley doesn’t stop there however as he quickly brings Mimic right back up to his feet and then gives him a kick to the gut and forces him to bend over at the waist. Comley then forces Mimic’s head between his legs and then reaches around his waist and brings him up into a powerbomb position, but Mimic is able to wriggle his way free of the Comley’s grip and slides up and over Comley’s back. Comley turns and swings with all his might, with a right haymaker but Mimic manages to dodge it by falling down to a seated position. Mimic then instantly springs back up to his feet as Comley’s momentum carries him completely around so that his back is facing Mimic. Mimic charges forward extending both of his hands straight out and starts pushing Comley, who is forced into a running motion. Mimic does this across the entire ring until Comley hits the ropes on the opposite side, chest first and then turns to the side and hits a spinning leg lariat as Comley stumbles backward and manages to knock him onto his back.
Frank Roberts: “That was a creative little maneuver on Mimic’s part.”
Mimic then gives Comley a couple weak stomps just strictly for angering him and when Comley has had enough he starts to get up. Mimic however throws a soccerball kick to his chest as he reaches a seated position that causes a loud slap-like noise to echo through the arena. Comley holds his chest after the first one but Mimic doesn’t stop there as he reels back for another one and then delivers another hard kick to the chest of Comley’s chest which is already turning pink after just two of them. Mimic then reels back and hits another one across Comley’s chest, but his face goes from that of pain to a plain look on his face. Mimic then hits another hard kick nearly knocking Comley over, and this time Comley gets a slight smile.
Frank Roberts: “Oh no! It’s just like when Nathan Harris had him in the STF! Get out of there Mimic!”
Steve Richardson: “Run while you still can, Mimic!”
Mimic then twists his body so that he is almost completely turned around facing the opposite way and then spins out of it delivering a devastating kick that throws Comley back against the mat in a lying down position. After a few seconds though he sits right back up again this time laughing. Mimic gives him another kick to the chest and Comley roars with more laughter. Mimic then throws another, only this time Comley puts up his hands and catches the leg. Comley then gets to his feet while still holding the leg, then starts to push forward on the leg causing Mimic to fall backward. However, he manages to stay on his feet as he hops on his one free leg. Eventually however, he is stopped when his back hits the turnbuckle, Comley having pushed him all the way across the ring. Mimic stumbles forward holding his lower back only to be hoisted up military press style by Comley who laughs outloud as he straightens his arms completely, holding Mimic over his head about 9 and a half feet high.
Frank Roberts: “That’s a long fall, Frank!”
Comley then tosses Mimic straight up in the air, causing him to go about 12 feet high, and then he steps forward so that Mimic will just drop straight down. However, Mimic adjusts in mid-air and comes down on his feet, squatting low so his legs absorb the fall. Comley then turns around just in time to see Mimic going for Breaking The Barriers (sweet chin music) but Comley puts his hands together and double axe handles the foot away, the momentum causes Mimic to do a complete spin. Upon completion of the spin he ends up facing Comley who then slaps a huge gloved hand around the throat of Mimic, how begins squirming around then randomly just stops. Comley with a huge smile on his face looks at Mimic, his face kind of distorting into a confused look and then Mimic reels his hand back and slaps it around the throat of Comley.
Steve Richardson: “What in the hell?! I’ve never seen anything like this!”
Frank Roberts: “Is Mimic trying to chokeslam, Comley?”
They both stand there with their right hands on each other’s throats and their lefts hands grasping the wrists of the others’ right hand. After a few seconds of struggling HardKore Comley rips Mimic’s right hand free of his neck and tosses it over his right arm. He then hoists Mimic high into the air by the throat but as he raises him, Mimic brings his knee up and catches Comley underneath the chin as he goes up and is let go. Mimic then falls again, landing in a crouched position as Comley stumbles back holding his chin. Mimic then charges in hitting a knee into Comley’s right thigh as he goes by and Comley staggers backward letting out a chuckle. Mimic then rebounds off the ropes and on his way back, catches the back of Comley’s left knee with another knee shot this time dropping him down to a kneeling position. Comley’s laugh gets louder and Mimic just continues his onslaught as he rebounds again and this time hits a drive by knee, landing it right in the center of Comley’s face and sending him backward to the mat.
Frank Roberts: “Ooooh My! That knee shot could even drop the big man, Comley!”
Steve Richardson: “Mimic is now relentless, not letting this laughter and intimidation that Comley is giving off, get to him.”
Mimic then covers Comley who’s hands are over his face 1…2… but Comley manages to kick out, pushing Comley completely off of him as he does so and sitting up revealing his bleeding nose and upper lip and a wide grin on his face. He then opens his mouth and starts laughing face-to-face with Mimic who quickly gets to his feet and charges for the ropes. Comley gets up as quick as he can but is only up to a kneeling position by the time Mimic reaches him, but that’s all he needs. Mimic goes for another leaping knee shot and at the same time Comley springs up from his knees to his feet. Mimic is unable to adjust his position fast enough so that his knee is on target, and is caught in mid-air powerbomb style and immediately driven down to the mat as Comley falls down with him completing a falling powerbomb. Comley then let’s out a couple of loud out-of-breath laughs as he drops down and covers Mimic. 1…2…th- but Mimic manages to throw a shoulder up and stop the fall and the crowd has its first “OOOOH!” of the night.
Steve Richardson: “What a counter by HardKore Comley. He is one mean son of a gun!”
Frank Roberts: “I know I wouldn’t wanna be stuck in the ring with him!”
Comley then decides to pull Mimic to his feet and then gives him a hard right fist that drops him down to one knee, clearly groggy from the impact of the powerbomb still. Comley then turns to the crowd and does a cutthroat sign signaling for the finish. He then turns back to Mimic who is now getting to his feet. Comley starts nodding with a wide grin on his face, blood running from his nose, down over his lips and down his chin as he does so making him look that much more intimidating. Mimic then drops down to a seated position and puts his hands up as if he is saying “no more” and HardKore Comley just laughs at him. Mimic then positions his right arm just above his left shoulder and brings it across, mimicking Comley’s cutthroat taunt and Comley’s smile instantly disappears. He stands there glaring at Mimic who is still in the seated position and his lip starts to twitch.
Steve Richardson: “Is he mad?! Did he just taunt HardKore Comley?! Does he have a death wish?!”
Mimic then back rolls and gets to his feet and Comley charges for him, swinging his big gloved hand at Mimic’s throat. Mimic rolls forward underneath it ending up on his feet after the somersault and then Comley turns around practically snarling with all the anger built up in him and Mimic strikes with Breaking The Barriers (sweet chin music) and connects causing Comley’s head to snap back.
Steve Richardson: “What a kick!”
Frank Roberts: “Nearly took his head off, Steve!”
Steve Richardson: “That was a knock out shot if I ever did see one.”
The seven foot beast of a man stood there teetering for a second and then finally drops to his knees and, his eyes lost in the cosmos after that devastating kick but his mouth still smiling as his inner conscious enjoys the pain. He then brings one of his legs forward so it looks like he’s taking a knee for a football coach and Mimic lashes out again this time hitting Outside the Box (Superkick to seated/kneeling opponent).
Frank Roberts: “Another one! Frank, did ya see?! Another superkick!”
Steve Richardson: “I know Comley is a monster, but there is no man alive that can get up from a second kick of that caliber.”
Comley’s bad just falls back to the mat and Mimic moves over and covers the body 1…2…3!
Steve Richardson: “Comley put up a good fight but in the end, that little trickster, Mimic got the best of him.”
Mimic’s music begins to play as he backs up away from HardKore Comley’s downed body having watched videos on what happened to Nathan Harris after his win. He quickly jumps out of the ring over the top rope and down to the floor and begins backing away from the ring up the ramp.
Ring Announcer: “And the winner of the match by pinfall, Miiiiiiimic!”
Right as Mimic gets to the curtain to head backstage the lights all go out and then red fog fills the entire arena around the ring so thick that you can’t even see the ring after a couple seconds of it pouring out.
Steve Richardson: “What in the hell is going on here, Frank?!”
Frank Roberts: “I don’t know, but whatever it is I don’t want to be a part of it!”
The fogs lingers around the ring and then all in the blink of an eye the lights come back on and the fog disappears and HardKore Comley is nowhere to be seen.
Frank Roberts: “WHAT?! How did he-“
Steve Richardson: “Comley is gone, Steve! Comley is just gone! Vanished!”
The cameras all fade to black and go to commercial as everyone wonders what happened to HardKore Comley and where he could possibly be.
~Commercial Break~When the show comes back after commercial break, the camera is one the announcers who are looking around the arena frantically. After a few seconds of watching this Steve notices the camera and takes his seat tapping Frank on the shoulder to join him.
Steve Richardson: “Erm… Sorry about that folks, the RWF is just on the lookout for the monster HardKore Comley.”
Frank Roberts: “We were informed during the commercial break that he was not found anywhere backstage, therefore he is still out here somewhere.”
Steve Richardson: “Well, hopefully they find that lunatic soon.”
Then, the next match nears as the music hits.
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.
Ring Announcer: “Tonight’s second match is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, weighing in at 215 pounds! From Las Vegas, Nevada! Bryyyyyan Annnnnderson!”
He gets a decent hype of cheers as fans seem to be on his side, however the past two weeks he really hadn’t seemed like his normal self. 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 as he climbs atop it. The fans again give him a decent reaction but nothing spectacular, but he keeps his confidence high as he heads across the ring to the other turnbuckle and does the same. Anderson then hops down and backs into his corner as his music fades.
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.
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 to face Bryan Anderson. With a disappointed look on his face, he shakes his head and does a few mini warm up bounces, as he really wants to be facing William Frost.
Steve Richardson: “After a major win, this young man Bryan Anderson has just had a disappointing couple of weeks and is looking to redeem himself.”
Frank Roberts: “He’s definitely got talent, it’s just like some weeks he doesn’t even show up.”
The two men then move to center ring and lock up where Max Cranson is able to easily overpower Anderson and push him back into the corner. He holds him there for a 2-count and then backs up putting his arms up as if he’s doing nothing wrong and smirks at the ref and then runs forward again and hits a gut kick on Anderson who is still in the corner. Cranson then hits another and another and the ref pushes him back and gives him a warning and you can hear him say “I’m not doing anything wrong” with slight laughter in his voice. He then charges in again, this time being met with the raised boots of Anderson. The catch him across the jaw and he stumbles back a bit but regains himself quickly and turns to meet Anderson who charges at him with a clothesline. Cranson side steps it and holds his foot out, tripping Bryan Anderson. Anderson looks up at him with a bit of anger and Cranson laughs with a wide smile on his face and he looks at the ref, using his thumb to point at Anderson and says “you can’t be serious with this.”
Frank Roberts: “Cranson looking on top of his game as always almost bullying Anderson here.”
Steve Richardson: “Well Frank, Cranson is about 3 inches taller and almost 50 pounds heavier than Bryan Anderson, the tides are in his favor.”
Anderson then gets to his feet and charges at Cranson all in one motion and puts his head under Cranson’s arm and attempts a double leg takedown. But, Cranson just shakes his head as he widens his stance making it almost impossible. Anderson however surprises Cranson as he quickly adjusts, wrapping his arms around the waist of Max Cranson and then flips him over and hits a Northern Lights Suplex and holds. 1…t- but doesn’t even get a two count as Cranson kicks out and quickly gets to his feet, Anderson getting up as well.
Frank Roberts: “Anderson showing some resiliency, that’s always a good sign!”
Max tries to surprise Anderson with a Superkick, which he narrowly dodges as he sides steps it. Then as Cranson sturns around, Anderson goes for a roundhouse kick, but Cranson manages to duck it and then catches Anderson around the waste before he can spin back around and not even a second later launches Anderson German Suplex style. Anderson manages to use the momentum to back flip and land on his feet and charges in going for a running knee on Cranson as he is getting up. But, Cranson would have none of it as he springs up and lifts Anderson spinebuster style and then slams him back down to the mat with a thunderous thud and then covers him. 1…2- but barely gets a two count before Bryan Anderson gets his shoulder up.
Steve Richardson: “A beautiful exchange between the two, Cranson coming out on top again.”
Frank Roberts: “It looks like Anderson has just come out without any pep in his step yet again.”
Cranson then forces Anderson up to a sitting position and moves in behind him and applies a headlock from behind. He squeezes down on Anderson who lets out a couple moans and groans as he tries to fight the headlock. After a couple seconds, Anderson starts to fight back as he makes it up to one knee, Cranson still wrenching away with the headlock applied. Anderson then throws an elbow into the abdomen of Cranson, who just continues to wrench away. Anderson then throws another and another only to get tossed back, the back of his head hitting the mat. Cranson then grabs the legs of Anderson, putting them on either side of him and then starts to spin, holding the legs. After 2 full rounds Anderson is completely in the air hanging from Cranson by his legs. Cranson then continues to spin him round and round for a full minute before finally letting him fly across the ring. Anderson lands hard and then tries to quickly get up, but ends up falling face down on the mat. Cranson then chuckles to himself as he watches Anderson trying to get up and charge toward him but he keeps falling.
Frank Roberts: “Look at him go, Steve! He’s so dizzy, he don’t even know where he is!”
Cranson then runs at Anderson looking to possible charge him back into turnbuckle, but Anderson ducks as if he thinks Cranson is going for a clothesline and they end up headbutting one another and both falling back to the math holding their heads.
Frank Roberts: “Ha ha! Did you see that one, Steve. Headbutted like a couple of bulls!”
They both lay there holding their heads for a few more moments and then start to get to their. Max is up to his first as Anderson is still fighting off the effects of the spinning and now the headbutt. Cranson looks aggravates as he walks over and gives Anderson a European uppercut that forces him up to his feet. Cranson then follows that up with a dropkick, causing Anderson to stagger backward into the turnbuckle where he leans against it. Cranson then charges in and clotheslines Anderson against the turnbuckle, and then catches him before he can fall forward. Max then lifts Anderson up to the top rope and gives him a couple of rights before climbing up to the second rope. He then, hooks Bryan Anderson suplex style and climbs up to the top rope. Anderson starts to try and break free and throws punches to the gut and ribs up Cranson, but Max just fights through it and lifts Bryan Anderson into the air anyway and finishes off the superplex with a devastating and thunderous slam to the mat.
Steve Richarsdon: “My God! From the top rope, Frank! That could end the match right there!”
Cranson holds his lower back after the collision and shakes off some of the effects of the high impact move and then turns around and covers Bryan Anderson 1…2…th- but Anderson manages to throw an arm into the air and breaks the count, the crowd yelling “OOOOH!” as he does so. Cranson then grabs the legs of Anderson and looks around at the crowd nodding his head as he does so, intentions on ending the match, burning in his eyes. But, this is all stopped when Anderson summons some inner strength and kicks out, hitting the gut of Max Cranson and causing him to bend over and back up a bit. Anderson the manages to get to his hands and knees and Cranson comes back, and this time gets an elbow shot to the gut. Cranson then bends over, holding his gut and Anderson springs at him like a coiled snake defending its territory and in the blink of an eye, Bryan Anderson is holding Max Cranson in the cobra clutch. Max begins yelling out as he wriggles around and struggles trying to get loose. Anderson then rolls over so that Cranson is underneath him and pulls the hold tighter, however this puts Cranson in vision of the nearby ropes and the throws his arm out with all his strength and grabs the rope.
Steve Richardson: “That close to victory! Anderson almost had it there!”
Frank Roberts: “It’s about time we saw some aggression out of him. He’s been getting beat up the whole match, Steve.”
Anderson then let’s go of the hold after a 3 count and gets to his feet and takes a power walk lap around the ring, raising his arms up and down to pump up the crowd. They start to get behind him a little bit, and then as he gets back to Cranson he lifts him up to his feet and hits a knife-edge chop to the chest of Cranson causing him to stagger backward a little. Anderson then hits another one and another one driving Cranson back to the turnbuckle. He then hits two more and then turns away from Cranson and walks away doing the pump up motions again, and then slaps his right knee twice signaling for a big knee shot and the crowd gets behind him a little more.
Steve Richardson: “it’s good to see the crowd hasn’t completely abandoned Bryan Anderson.”
Anderson then turns around and charges for Cranson who then charges out toward him and ducks under the knee as he does it. Anderson then turns around quickly and chases Cranson to the ropes to surprise him, but Cranson had other plans the entire time and as he reaches the ropes he leaps up and springboards off and connects with a UFO (springboard superkick) out of nowhere! Anderson drops to the mat hard holding the side of his head and writhing in pain and Cranson then rolls out under the nearest bottom rope holding the side of his neck, still feeling the effects of that cobra clutch and all the sudden the lights go out.
Steve Richardson: “What in the hell? Not this again…”
Frank Roberts: “Steve… You don’t think…”
A red fog starts to fill the ring area from the floor all the way to the tops of the turnbuckles. Cranson starts spinning around outside the ring, looking around for whatever is happening. Anderson is still lying down in the ring. Then, all in the blink of an eye, the lights come back on and the fog disappears and standing on the ramp right in front of the ring area, is HardKore Comley, who’s upper lip is twitching as he is just filled with nothing but anger and the ref that was in the ring before was now laying knocked out on the ring ramp.
Steve Richardson: “By God it’s him! HardKore Comley is here!”
Frank Roberts: “And he doesn’t look too happy, Steve. If I were Max Cranson or Bryan Anderson I would be getting my tail outta there.”
The ring bell is immediately rung as the match is called in a no contest. Cranson is facing toward the ring and hasn’t noticed yet. He finally turns around slowly and his eyes go wide, but he has no time to move as Comley had already started charging and nails him with a big boot that sends him back into the steel steps, knocking them off to the side. Cranson holds his shoulder as he tries to get up and get away quickly, Comley walking in toward him slowly laughing to himself. He then grabs Cranson by the neck with his black-gloved hand and pulls him up to a standing position. Cranson then throws a right punch to the head of Comley, and then another and another. Comley finally gets sick of it and lets go of Cranson’s neck, then grabs him by the back of the head instead and slams him face first into the steel steps, then as Cranson falls backward HardKore Comley grabs him by the front of his neck again with the same gloved hand and lifts him high into the air, then throws him down with authority finishing The Dead End (chokeslam).
Steve Richardson: “Drive straight to hell with that Chokeslam! We need some EMTs out here now! And security! Somebody stop Comley!”
Comley then looks down at the battered and broken Max Cranson and starts to laugh and then out of nowhere Bryan Anderson comes flying through the ropes and smashes into the back of HardKore Comley, causing him to hit gut first into the barricade. Anderson then continues throwing pounding, overhand blows to the back of Comley, who starts to walk the other way to get away. Anderson keeps it up and keeps hitting Comley driving him toward the announce table. He then runs forward and hits a low dropkick to the back of Comley’s legs causing him to drop to one knee and immediately turns around to the apron. He climbs up on it and then jumps off hitting a missile dropkick on Comley and sending him over to the right side of the ring by where the ring announcer is sitting. He then starts to crawl back in behind the table so that only he is legs are seen hanging out behind it.
Steve Richardson: “Go get em kid! You’ve got him on the run!”
Anderson then gets up as the crowd is roaring behind him and walks over to where Comley is to put the big man away only to be struck with a ring bell across the side of the head as he rolls Comley over. Anderson falls to the floor holding his head and yelling out in pain and then Comley gets to his feet laughing and holding the bell up. He then tosses the bell aside and pushes the ring announcer out of his chair. He picks up the chair and folds it up and then walks over to Anderson who is still wriggling around on the ground holding his head in pain. He lifts the chair high above his head and the brings it down over the back of Anderson who yells out and tries to roll away. Comley then repeats with two more chair strikes as Anderson is rolling and then he drops the chair.
Steve Richardson: “Oh c’mon! Where is security?!”
Frank Roberts: “I think they are just afraid of this man as everyone else is, Steve.”
Comley then forces Anderson up to his knees. Comley then holds Anderson’s head up with his left hand and moves his right hand across his throat doing a cutthroat taunt and then lifts Anderson from the ground all the way up to a scoop slam style hold but instead of slamming him down he transitions it down into a tombstone piledriver hold.
Steve Richardson: “No! No! He wouldn’t!”
Frank Roberts: “He would!”
HardKore Comley then steps over so that he is standing in front of the steel chair and then hits the HardKore Hell (tombstone piledriver) right on the steel chair. Comley then gets up laughing as Anderson’s body lays lifelessly on the ground. The camera zooms in on Comley who’s laughter seems to only be getting louder and fades to commercial break.
~Commercial Break~Steve Richardson: “We’re just coming back from commercial break and good news for Max Cranson is he did end up getting up and leaving under his own power, however it’s a different story for Bryan Anderson.”
A replay of HardKore Comley tombstone piledriving Bryan Anderson onto the chair is shown on the jumbotron.
Frank Roberts: “That’s sad… Just sad.”
Steve Richardson: “He was then escorted out on a stretcher to be further evaluated at the hospital, we all hope for the best here at RWF, Bryan.”
You Only Live Once begins to play through the sound system, fans automatically recognizing the theme and stand to their feet, cheering at the top of their lungs. As the guitar hits Slash steps out onto the stage with his head bowed down so that he is looking at the ground, his arms out to the sides.
Ring Announcer: “The third match is schedule for one fall! Introducing first, weighing in at 210 pounds! From parts unknown! Slaaaaaash!”
He walks out and down the ramp like this and stops about midway down the ramp. He then slowly moves his right arm over so that his right hand is pressed against his forehead. He then slowly slicks his silver hair back over the top of his head and then brings the arm back down by his side, lowering the left one as well, then his head snaps up and he continues down the ramp and around to the steel steps. He walks up them and then walks over to the middle of the apron, staying on the left side of the ring and then climbs in between the middle and top ropes, and walks to the center of the ring. He does a couple of warm up bounces, then puts both hands together above his head, holding the position for a few seconds. He then brings them down with all his might as if he double axe handles the ring, and as his fists collide with it pyro goes off all around the ring, shooting bright blue flames up, then disappearing as fast as they came. He then backs into his corner, smoke filling the bottom of the ring as his music fades.
The dark gothic style music begins to play through sound system, and the fans give a mixed reaction, some booing because they know of his dirty antics and others cheering simply because they like him. 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 his opponent weighing in at 283 pounds! From parts unknown! Daaaante Priiitchaaaard!”
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, immediately getting to his feet. He begins pacing back and forth in front of the turnbuckle, his head turned toward his opponent, eyes never leaving Slash’s. He eventually stops and backs into his corner, pulling on his hair a little to calm himself down.
Steve Richardson: “Let’s just hope for a nice clean match, no more injuries here.”
Frank Roberts: “Amen to that, Steve.”
Dante and Slash both move to the center ring and stand a couple feet away from each other as the ref gives them both a pre-match warning for dirty tactics and then has the bell rung. The two lock up at center ring and Dante is able to push Slash back to the turnbuckle easily. He pins Slash against it then reels back with his arm and throws a heavy elbow shot to the side of Slash’s head before backing up away from the turnbuckle. The ref immediately gets in his face and warns him about using the ropes and Dante pulls his hair getting nervous and then turns back to Slash who throws a right at him. The punch connects, and Slash repeats hitting another and another, then Irish whips Dante to the opposite side. Dante reverses it and instead whips Slash instead. Slash rebounds off the ropes and Dante is immediately upon him hitting an arm drag and then quickly dropping an elbow drop to Slash’s chest right after he lands on his back from the drag. Slash then rolls away and gets to his feet, only to have to roll away again as Dante comes charging in with a knee strike. Slash then gets to his feet and Dante turns swinging his right and just barely misses Slash’s head by an inch or two, as Slash leans back to dodge it. He then catches Dante’s arm, twists it around and turns his body away from Dante’s, firing a kick up into the chin Dante as he does so. Pritchard stumbles backward a couple steps doing his best not to fall back Slash then takes advantage of this and charges forward, only to have Dante suddenly spring forward as well, putting a knee up into the gut of Slash and causing him to flip over it and onto the mat. Slash holds his gut but quickly gets to his feet anyway, trying to prevent Dante from getting the advantage. Dante then runs in and catches Slash DDT style, wasting no time as he falls back. However, Slash widens his stance and holds Dante above the mat as far as he can and then takes two steps forward and pushes off with both feet, able to push Dante backward into the turnbuckle, breaking the hold. And yet again, both men get back to their feet.
Steve Richardson: “We’ve got some fast-paced action here tonight, folks!”
Frank Roberts:”Neither man wants to give up the early advantage.”
Dante immediately swings his meaty arm in a lariat motion and Slash does a quick somersault forward to dodge it and then comes up to his feet. Pritchard then turns around, bringing up his arm again for another shot only to be hit with a running calf kick. He stumbles back, but again doesn’t fall, at least not until Slash slides around to Dante’s side and wraps both his legs around Dantes and pulls him over onto his back and then holds him there for the pin 1…t- but doesn’t even get a two count against this very durable foe. Slash then whips around and as he does so, coming up charging for the ropes. He rebounds and heads right back for Dante who is working on getting up to his feet and is hit with a low dropkick across his chest, that sends him to his back. Slash then springs up to his feet and once again Dante refuses to stay down. Slash then hooks Dante DDT style and grabs Dante’s left arm with his right and swings him around landing neckbreaker style. Dante grabs the back of his head and although it is slower, he begins to get back to his feet. Slash shakes his head as he moves around to Dante’s back. He then wraps his arms around Dante’s waist, possibly looking for a German Suplex, but receives an elbow to the chin that causes him to back up a couple steps. Dante then turns to land another punch on Slash but he’s gone. He turns around again and sees Slash coming off of a rebound and bends down, lifting Slash up and tosses him over his head with a back body drop. But, Slash lands right on his feet. He then charges forward and leaps up to springboard off the ropes, but Dante surprises him when he is already there off the springboard and clubs the back of Slash’s legs while he is in mid-air causing Slash to do a completely backflip and the momentum carries him around even more after that and he lands on his back with a loud thud.
Steve Richardson: “What a hit by Dante Pritchard!”
Frank Roberts: “That knocked the wind out him for sure!”
Dante then leaps up and lands a body splash across the down Slash, knocking the wind out of him even further and holds him there for the cover 1…2... but Slash manages to kick out after a two and a half count.
Frank Roberts: “Well, Steve. If the wind wasn’t knocked out of him before, it is now!”
Dante gets to his feet, bringing Slash up with him by his hair. He then lifts him up sidewalk slam style and drops him down on his back with a thud and pulls his leg up for a cover 1…2… but again only get s a two and a half as Slash kicks out. Dante gets up to his knees and starts pulling at his hair as frustration starts to take its toll on him. He then lifts Slash up to his feet again and then Irish whips him, but instead of letting him go to run toward the ropes he holds Slash’s arm and pulls him back in and sends him down to the mat with a clothesline, but doesn’t let go of the arm. He then pulls Slash back up by that arm and then pulls Slash in toward himself and clotheslines him down again. Dante then lifts Slash up again, by that arm and this time when he pulls Slash in, he lifts him scoop slam style but holds Slash on his shoulder, he takes a couple steps around the ring and then slams him down completing the powerslam and covers 1…2…th- but Slash again throws his arm up to break the cover and the crowd bellows a loud “OOOOH!”
Steve Richardson: “Dante Pritchard has just taken control of this match, Frank.”
Frank Roberts: “He hasn’t let Slash do so much as catch a breath since knocking him out of the air on that springboard attempt!”
Dante yanks at his hair again as he gets up to his feet and then nods as if someone had just whispered something in his ear and he’s taking orders. He then lifts Slash up to his feet and gives him a swift kick to the gut and pulls Slash’s head in, putting it between his legs. He then rakes at his hair a couple times before putting his arms down around the gut of slash and lifts him powerbomb-style but he stops, holding Slash in a piledriver position, only to have Slash push forward with momentum and end up in a powerbomb style. Dante then tries to finish the powerbomb, by throwing him down, but Slash’s legs wrap around the Dante’s head as he does so and Slash ends up hitting a hurracarana instead and holds for the cover 1…2… but only gets a two and a half count.
Steve Richardson: “Slash just narrowly escaped this time!”
Slash then rolls away from the Dante who is immediately starting to get up and ends up on one knee, as he tries to by some time and catch his breath. Dante has other plans though as he charges in toward Slash and then goes for a low dropkick. Slash manages to roll off to the side again. Dante then gets to his feet and charges for Slash again, this time going for a knee to the head, but Slash again rolls to the side and dodges it. Pritchard then grabs his hair with his left and runs at Slash and goes for a diving lariat, but again Slash rolls off to the side.
Frank Roberts: “Dante Pritchard is just unable to catch Slash! Ha ha! Look at em go, Steve!”
Steve Richardson: “Keep in mind that Slash is probably doing this all with the wind knocked out of him, making it that much more impressive.”
Dante gets up again and smacks the top rope out of anger and then turns around and gets lifted up flapjack style and is then dropped down chin first onto the turnbuckle! Dante hangs on the ropes a few seconds, his arms draped over the top ropes that extend from the turnbuckle and his chin on the top of the turnbuckle, and Slash then gets to his feet at about center ring and puts his hand to his forehead. The fans begin to cheer as he slicks the silver hair off his face and back over his head and then he charges in and smashes Dante against the turnbuckle with a running dropkick! Dante’s body almost catapults off the ropes/turnbuckle from the dropkick as he hits back first on the mat and then back rolls and ends up on his stomach on the mat.
Steve Richardson: “What a shot! That could do it right there!”
Slash doesn’t go for the cover however, he just begins sizing up Dante possibly looking to finish it hear and then the fans begin to cheer and a chant starts to break out but it’s unrecognizable. Slash stands there for a moment with his head tilted trying to figure it out but when he can’t he re-focuses on Dante who is now slowly getting up to a hands-and-knees position.
Steve Richardson: “Wait a second, is that…?”
Frank Roberts: “Look Steve, look he’s coming through the crowd.”
Dante finally gets up to his feet and staggers around a bit and as he gets around to face Slash, he is hit with double palm thrusts to the gut, causing him to drop to one knee holding his gut. The camera then randomly pans around to view Joseph Copeland who is leaping over the barricade. Slash gets up and backs up all the way to the ropes and sizes up Dante, not noticing the superstar on the outside who then slides in under the bottom ropes right next to a turnbuckle that is to the right of Slash and he doesn’t notice. After a couple seconds Slash charges in looking for The Gash (Corkscrew Axekick) but as he reaches Dante and leaps up, he gets Speared right out of the air by Joseph Copeland!
Steve Richardson: “Slash was just broken in half by that spear! My God!”
Frank Roberts: “What is Copeland even doing out here.
The bell is rung as the crowd goes silent. Copeland gets to his knees and pulls his hair back out of his face and off to the side with a smile on his face.
Ring Announcer: “And the winner of the match, by Disqualification! Slaaaaash!”
Copeland helps Pritchard up to his feet and then points to Slash and says something and Dante nods in agreement. Dante then walks over to Slash’s downed body and forces him up to a kneeling position. He then lifts him up crucifix powerbomb style and Joseph moves around so that he’s standing in front of Dante. Dante then powers Slash down, dropping to his knees and plants Slash on his back/neck finishing the Crucifix Powerbomb, and as he does so Joseph Copeland grabs Slash’s head in mid-air and drops down Edge-O-Matic style adding extra to the impact of Slash hitting the mat. Slash’s limp body bounces once after the initial impact then lies on the mat as the two men get to their feet and exchange a few words and then get out of the ring, both of them with smiles on their faces and Dante raking at his hair. Copeland’s music then begins to play as they walk backwards up the entrance ramp, proud of their work tonight and the scene fades to black as the televisions go to commercial break.
~Commercial Break~ We come back from commercial break and the camera appears to be following a very beautiful woman. Veronica Taylor was the newest person to sign with RWF and she is seen walking down the hall, her black high heels clacking and a beautiful blue dress, and a black gucci bag are all proudly worn over her slim, athletic body. She has a devious smirk on her face as she reaches the office of Chairman, Chris Mackison and knocks on the door.
Chris Mackison: “Come in!”
Chris Mackison sits at his desk and Veronica walks in.
Mackison: Ah yes, Miss Taylor, how are you this evening?”
Veronica smirks and leans over his desk slowly as if trying to seduce him, her low cut dress revealing a little more to him than what the camera can see and she speaks in a charming manner.
Veronica Taylor: “Mr. Mackison, I’m not gonna play games with you, so let’s just cut to the chase. You know that I am one of your hottest commodities to sign, right? And as the most beautiful woman to set foot in the RWF to date, I’d like to think that I deserve some minor pamering.”
Chairman Mackison seems unaffected by her revealing stance and nods along with a plain look on his face.
Chris Mackison: “Okay, I’m listening.”
Veronica Taylor: “Well, let’s say there are some things that I want, how you say, changed.”
Chris Mackison: “And what might these changes be? You see Veronica, I run a pretty serious show here, and I'm pretty stuck on keeping things the way they are. As I always say, if things are working and the fans are already buying into it and loving it, why change it?”
Veronica Taylor gets a sad, pouty look on her face and Mackison rolls his eyes.
Chris Mackison: “But I am a fair man, so I'll take a listen.”
She instantly gets the same “I’m pretty and I know it” smirk on her face as she talks.
Veronica Taylor: “Well, for one, I want my own private locker room. I am the only woman on the roster and when I’m not comfortable being gawked at by every man in the locker room anytime I wanna change into or out of my wrestling gear.”
She then flips her hair back over her shoulder.
Veronica Taylor: “And second, with my manager’s license and a client I am set to revel. I want to make sure things are smooth for him and that he is well taken care of by your people.”
Chris Mackison: “Miss Taylor, you do realize that there is a ladies locker room, right? And you aren’t the only female on our roster. You have a friend by the name of Angelique.”
Chairman Mackison then puts his hands together on the desk.
Chris Mackison: “And as far as your "client" why should I make sure he has the best treatment. Why is it my best interest, to make him a priority?”
Veronica then moves around so that she is on the same side of Mackison’s desk and then sits on the desk with a smirk playing with her hair, crossing her legs very slowly as to try and seduce him. However, Mackison looks unimpressed, keeping eye contact with her the entire time.
Chris Mackison: “Well?”
Veronica Taylor: “Well think about you want one of your biggest stars happy right? I mean with this body and his talent, we can make this company a lot of money. Plus, I always get what I want.”
She says looking at her nails and pauses for a moment before looking back at Mackison who looks almost insulted by the comment.
Veronica Taylor: “It is just natural I mean you need people like me. And if you want to keep my client around, you’re just gonna have to make some sacrifices to keep us nice and happy.”
Mackison looks slightly angered at this point but takes a deep breath to keep his composure as she continues.
Veronica Taylor: “As for Angelique, I mean I guess she is nice but c’mon Mr. Mackison. She’s not in my league. You and I both know that.”
She then shoots him a wink. Mackison swalls the lump in his throat, full of things he actually wants to say and then after another deep breath he replies.
Chris Mackison: “You seem to think very highly of yourself, Miss Taylor.”
She nods in agreement, flipping her hair back over her should again.
Chris Mackison: “In regards to Angelique, how about next week you and her have a match. The first divas match in the RWF.”
Veronica eyes get wide as she gets an almost sickened look on her face.
Chris Mackison: “You said she’s not in your league so I figure that won’t be a problem. And If you win, then we can discuss further on what you and your "client" deserve in MY company.”
Veronica still looks annoyed at first but eventually hides it with another smile and with the rolling of her eyes she speaks.
Veroinca Taylor: “Whatever, an easy win and then I’ll get what I want. And who knows, maybe you’ll get something too.”
She says with a wink in Chairman Mackison’s direction. Mackison puts his hands over his face and holds that position for a few seconds and then when he takes them away he looks as if he’s all out of patience.
Chris Mackison: “Miss Taylor, I'm the chairman of this company. I sign your checks and I signed your contract. I brought you into this company and I won't hesitate to send you packing. Now, how abut you get out of my office before I make it worse for you”
Veronica then slowly uncrosses her legs as if to be seductive and gets down off his desk and her smile, full of arrogance, never leaves her face.
Veronica Taylor: “Mr. Mackison, after my match next week, you will be begging to pamper me. Everyone will know the name, Veronica Taylor.”
Mackison stares at her blankly.
Chris Mackison: “You done?”
He asks, clearly annoyed. She just leans in and whispers.
Veronica Taylor: “For now.”
She then blows him a kiss as she walks around to the other side of the desk and Mackison just turns back to his computer screen and begins typing something. Then, without even looking up from his work he says.
Chris Mackison: “Now if you don't mind, I have work to do. I look forward to your debut. Have a good day.”
And the televisions then all go to commercial break as she shows herself out the door.
~Commercial Break~Frank Roberts: “Well, that was no way to treat a lady. Especially one as beautiful as Veronica Taylor!”
Steve Richardson: “If you wanna complain, Frank. Be my guest, but I won’t be the one taking that up with Chairman Mackison.”
You Only Live Once by Suicide Silence starts playing and the fans know that one of The Feared is coming and immediately get to their feet, exploding with cheers. As the guitar part comes in Scream steps out onto the stage from behind the curtain, adjusting his right glove with his left hand.
Ring Announcer: “Tonight’s fourth match is schedule for one fall! Introducing first, weighing in at 218 pounds! From Parts Unknown, Screeeeeaaaaam!”
He then switches, now adjusting his left glove with his right hand as he passes onto the ramp and continues walking. He finally stops his slow pace at mid ramp where he drops to one knee putting his left first straight down into the ramp, not hitting it, just extending his arm. He then slowly bends his arm at the elbow, flexing while remaining in a kneeling position and looks left and right at the crowd. He then gets to his feet and finishes his descent down the ramp. Upon reaching the ring, he walks around to the steel steps and walks up them and over to the middle of the apron on the left side of the ring. He then, gets in trough the middle ropes and steps to center ring. He then bends down and puts both of his fists on the ground and then slowly bends to a standing position, raising his fists above his head as he does so. He then backs up into his corner and the music fades.
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 same look as Fall Brawl. Same neatly combed hair, dark green vest, purple tie underneath and a grey button up shirt, also dark purple pants and black dress shoes and his face is 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 then turns to the right, and sets “The Gift” against the barricade before running and rolling in under the bottom ropes. He then gets on the turnbuckle to his immediate left and sits atop it, Indian style and looks down at Scream with a tilted head and says “I’m in control now. You won’t get the best of me.” As he points to his head and then at Scream.
Frank Roberts: “Here we go, a rematch from the very first RWF show. It wasn’t even aired!”
Steve Richardson: “And for you folks at home who did not see the first match between these two, Scream got the better of William Frost and pinned him after hitting his finisher, The Silencer.”
Frank Roberts: “And don’t forget William’s retaliation after the match, going after Scream with that chair of his.”
Scream then moves to center ring and stares up at William Frost through his mask and the ref has the bell rung for the start of the match. But, Frost just sits there with a smile on his face, not moving a muscle.
Steve Richardson: “Not this again. William Frost and his cheap shot antics, Scream won’t fall for that.”
Scream then takes a couple steps toward Frost on the top rope, but again Frost doesn’t move at all. Scream tilts his head as he gets even closer, now only 2 or 3 steps away and Frost still doesn’t move. Scream then walks right up to him and puts his face inches from William’s who doesn’t even blink he just sits there. Scream then turns to the ref and shrugs and the ref shrugs back and then Scream is knocked forward by a kick to the back of the head by Frost. William then follows that up, leaping off the top rope and hits a missile dropkick that sends Scream face first into the ref. The steel plated mask catches the ref in the side of the head and knocks him out of the ring through the middle and bottom ropes and he lays there not moving.
Frank Roberts: “Ha ha! Frost does it again!”
Scream gets up to his feet quickly and when he turns around, William Frost isn’t there. He then slowly turns around, looking around the outside of the ring as he does so and then dives forward, just in the knick of time as William swings for the fences with The Gift (the chair). William then chases after Scream across the ring and swings again, this time Scream is able to time his movements perfectly now that he knows where Frost is and he side steps the blow, causing William to hit the mat. He then drops the chair cause of the stinging vibration that went through the chair and not soon after Scream comes flying in with a running knee lift (Triple H style) and knocks William off his feet.
Steve Richardson: “That Scream has to be one of the most aware superstars that I’ve ever seen. And he may have the best reflexes, not just in wrestling but in any man.”
William instantly shoots up holding his head with his right hand, and Scream comes flying in again, but William sidesteps it and pushes him in the back, trying to hang him over the ropes, but Scream is ready and adjusts his position so that he lands on the middle rope with his feet, then kicks off. Scream springboards and flies through the air, spinning around so that he is facing, William and then goes for a flying headbutt. Frost however is able to turn his body and dodge it, then puts his knee out and brings Scream down gut first over the knee. Scream although hurt and holding his gut, rolls away and spins around to face Frost before he can capitalize and the men have a stare down.
Frank Roberts: “He’s able to prepare and ready himself even after that impact?!”
Steve Richardson: “I’m tellin ya what, Frank. These Feared guys are the real deal.”
William then charges in and Scream spins around and thrusts his arm, fingers completely straightened out, right at William’s throat, looking for the Silencer. But, Frost is ready and turns his upper body, but continues the running momentum and hits a running knee to the gut of Scream, dropping him to his knees. He goes to roll away, but William grabs his foot with both hands and pulls him back. He then kicks the side of Scream’s knee while holding the leg and continues to do so repeatedly. After 6 kicks, Scream finally gets himself rolled over and kicks William’s hand away, causing him to drop the leg. Scream springs up to his feet and stumbles a bit cause of the knee that William had just worked on. Frost wastes no time and right as Scream stumbles he catches him and hits a snap powerslam, smashing Scream down against the mat. And then goes back to the leg of Scream, lifting the same one. Scream however, refuses to let Frost get the best of him as he bends up word, sit-up style, and gives Frost a strong right, that causes him to stagger back. Frost then rubs his cheek and then giggles, before marching in toward Scream again only to be hit with a drop toe hold.
Steve Richardson: “What a fast paced match, Frank. Neither man giving the other a chance to gain an advantage!”
Scream then grabs William’s leg as he tries to get away and tries to maneuver so that he applies an Achilles tendon lock, but Frost is able to roll over onto his back and kick Scream back. However, Scream catches himself and charges forward as William sits up and catches him with a knee, flattening William back to the mat.
Frank Roberts: “Oooh my! What a knee shot from Scream!”
Scream then stands over William and stomps his gut, causing him to sit up. Then, in the same fluid motion he does a spin and delivers a kick to the chest of William, sending him right back down to his back.
Steve Richardson: “What a kick!”
Frank Roberts: “I believe he calls that one, Turbulence.”
Steve Richardson: “I’m sure the kick Frost just felt, is worse than any turbulence he’s ever endured.”
Frank Roberts: “Do you think they let William Frost on planes, Steve?”
Steve Richardson: “Now that you mention, no I do not Frank.”
Scream doesn’t stop there though, as right as he hits the kick he stomps William’s gut again and in the same motion spins around and kicks William’s chest as he sits up. He then, repeats it again and again, spinning faster and faster as he goes so that he’s hitting William repeatedly.
Steve Richardson: “I can see why he calls it turbulence now. My God, William is taking some punishment!”
Scream then stomps William’s gut again and spins, only this time he just grabs William’s head DDT style and instantly falls back, pulling William completely up out of the seated position and spiking him on top of the head. Scream then looks around remembering the referee had gotten knocked out and moves over to check on him. As he turns the camera pans so that you can see someone running through the audience down toward the ring and it’s none other than Joseph Copeland again. He appears to be saying “Shh” and puts his fingers up to his lips as he runs, keeping the fans from cheering. The referee appears to still be out cold on the outside of the ring, and Scream’s shoulders rise and drop as if he’s letting out a frustrated sigh and then he claps his hands together as if to say “back to work” as he turns around. Copeland then jumps the barricade and pulls William out of the ring right as Scream completes his turn.
Frank Roberts: “Not him again.”
Steve Richardson: “Yeah, what’s he got against The Feared?!”
Scream moves into the center ring and gets into a readied position, looking all around him trying to see which direction, Frost is going to come from, unaware that someone had helped Frost out of the ring. Scream waits for nearly a minute and then hears some shuffling outside the ring. He then creeps over toward the edge of the ropes and see’s Frost pulling himself to his feed, facing the barricade. Scream then gets out of the ring and walks over to William who then turns around, chair in hand and smacks it over the top of Scream’s head. He staggers back, but clearly his mask took some of the impact. The camera then pans around to the other side of the ring where Dante Pritchard is now climbing over the barricade and then quickly switches back. William swings the chair hard again and Scream side steps it, causing William to hit the apron and the chair bounces back up and hits him in the head. He drops it and staggers backward. Scream then charges for him but then trips and falls face down to the floor. He looks down to his feet and it appears a kendo stick is hanging out from under the apron. He shakes his head as he gets up and walks toward William only to get blindsided from the his left as Pritchard comes sliding out through the bottom rope with a baseball slide kick, that sends Scream into the barricade hard.
Steve Richardson: “Where in the hell is security!? Why are these men being allowed to just attack The Feared?!”
Frank Roberts: “Why are they even attacking The Feared?!”
Copeland then rolls out from under the ring apron and tosses the kendo stick aside with a smile as Pritchard lifts Scream to his feet and charges him back first into the ring apron. Before, Scream can even fall to the ground, Pritchard and Copeland both grab pick him up by the legs and slide him into the ring under the bottom rope. William Frost just picks up his chair and unfolds it on the outside and sits, crossing his arms. Pritchard then pushes Scream, causing him to stumble back into the ropes. Scream then rebounds only to be lifted rock-bottom style by Pritchard. Dante then spins around with the momentum, holding Scream in the air and then smashes him down finishing Straight To Hell (Black Hole Slam). Copeland pats Dante on the back and then says something in his ear and Dante begins nodding as he reaches down and starts Forcing the nearly lifeless Scream to his feet. Copeland then heads over to the turnbuckle and climbs up to the top rope as Dante Pritchard lifts Scream up onto his shoulders, Electric Chair style and walks over to the turnbuckle that Copeland has climbed and stands in front of it facing toward Copeland. Joseph makes sure his balance is good and then stands to his full height and jumps off, in a straight forward motion and spears Scream, and at the same time Dante falls back Electric Chair Drop, style and Scream lands with a loud thud, not moving afterwards.
Steve Richardson: “My God Almighty! Scream is broken! That is a broken man in the ring!”
Copeland and Pritchard both leave the ring and walk out up the entrance ramp with smiles on their faces and talking back and forth, clearly proud of their work. Once they are gone behind the stage William gets up from his chair and walks over to the announce table and takes one of the water bottles off of it saying “I’m gonna need this” as he does so.
Frank Roberts: “Hey! That’s mine!”
Steve Richardson: “What in the hell does William have planned? Scream is defenseless!”
William then walks over to the downed ref and opens the water bottle, then proceeds to spill the water on the referee’s face who then startles awake. William the hunches down next to him and says “You took a pretty hard fall. Ya think you can still go?” The ref nods and then William helps him up and slides him into the ring, then rolls into the ring himself. He then moves over and covers Scream with one arm, and then pats his mouth with the other as if he’s yawning as the ref counts 1…2…3!
Ring Announcer: “And here is your winner, by pinfall! Williaaaaam Frooooost!”
William’s music begins to play and he gets up from the pin and walks to the outside of the ring and grabs his chair and then heads out toward the backstage area. The camera gets near him and he turns to it and says “I told you I’d get him this time.” And then continues on his way to the back and camera pans back to Scream lying motionless in the ring and fades to a commercial break.
~Commercial Break~Steve Richardson: “I hope we are done seeing those two interfering in all the matches.”
Frank Roberts: “C’mon Steve you gotta get young, Joseph Copeland credit. He told everyone he was gonna make an impact and that’s just what he did, by tearing down the very dominant tag team in The Feared.”
The music begins to play and immediately every fan in the arena is on their feet. “He is Great! He is Great! He is Great!” (like “ECW!” chants) chants break out even before he comes out from the backstage area. Then, he finally steps out from the curtain with his title draped over his shoulder and a visible smirk on his face.
Ring Announcer: “Tonight’s fifth match is scheduled for one fall and is a non-title match! Introducing first, weighing in at 235 pounds! From St. Louis, Missouri! He is your RWF World Heavyweight Champion! Alexaaaaaaaaander The Greeeeaaaat!”
The fans go crazy as he puts his right arm straight out to the side, then folds it in at the elbow flexing his muscle, holding his title on his left shoulder with his other arm. He sports lime green tights, knee pads, elbow pads, wrist bands and boots. But, this time instead of armor he is wearing his newest t-shirt where the front of it looks like the front of his armor and the back of it says “He is Great!” He makes his way down the ramp pointing at fans on both sides as he walks saying “Not Worthy!” each time he points and the fans eat it up as they join in yelling the slogan each time he says it. Upon reaching the ring he walks up to the apron and lays his title on it so that the plating is facing upward and then slides it in under the ropes. He then takes a couple steps back and starts doing some warm up bounces as the fans continue on with the “He is Great!” chants. He then raises his left arm as he continues bouncing to show his appreciation for the chants and then he leaps up and lands with both feet on the apron, catching the top rope with both hands and right as his feet hit the apron a burst of pyro shoots up from each of the cornerposts. He then steps into the ring through the middle and top ropes, grabbing his title on the way then moves to his respected corner, and raises the title above his gaining more cheers from the fans. He then drops it down to his shoulder and awaits his opponent.
The music hits and Nathan comes running out with his hands above his head, his index fingers touching his thumbs making a circle and the rest of his fingers completely outstretched. The crowd gives him a pretty big pump, but it’s clear he’s going to have to work to get a bigger hype than Alexander.
Ring Announcer: “And his opponent, weighing in at 251 pounds! From, West Newbury, Massachusetts! Nathan Haaaaarriiis!”
Nathan stops at the edge of the stage and puts his hand up to his forehead salute-style and holds it for a few seconds, then finishes the salute showing his appreciate to the fans that remain loyal to him despite his opponent. He then, 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 slapping a few more steps and even taking off his arm band to give to one of the little boys in the front row, holding up a “Nathan Harris is my hero!” sign. He then quickly runs up the steel steps and moves over to the center of the apron before climbing in through the middle and top ropes then does a jogging-like motion as he moves to center ring holding up the hand signs that he had done when he first entered the arena. He then pulls his shirt off over his head and tosses it out into the crowd, continuing the sign as he backs into the corner opposite of Alexander and his music fades.
Steve Richardson: “It’ll be interested to see how this one ends up, Frank. Some strong words exchanged between these two men.”
Frank Roberts: “I know how it’s gonna end up, Steve. There’s a reason he’s called The great and even more importantly there’s a reason he has that championship!”
The two men stare at one another and then Nathan throws both of his arms into the air doing the sign that he had done at his entrance and gains a pretty big pop from the crowd. He stares at Alexander as he does it with a slight smile forming on his face. Alexander looks unimpressed and simply raises his title from his shoulder into the air over his head and the fans practically blow the roof off the building. He then uses his free hand and points to the title and holds for a few seconds then points the finger at Nathan Harris and being joined by the fans shouts “Not Worthy!” and the crowd goes crazy afterward. Nathan’s smile disappears as he waves his hands around, getting his blood flowing and does a few warm up bounces.
Frank Roberts: “That’s right Alexander the Great, show him who’s rightful champ!
Alexander then hands his title through the ropes down to one of the officials who then folds the buckles underneath the plating and sets it on the edge of the announce table. The ref then does a final check to make sure both men are ready and then has the bell rung for the start of the match. They both keep their eyes on one another as they move in a circle around the ring, neither of them letting the other get out of his sight and then lock up at center ring. Both of them clearly trying to show dominance as they push with all their might, but neither can budge the other. After a few seconds of twisting and turning trying to take advantage, Alexander turns to the side and let’s Nathan’s pushing momentum carry him forward, then as he stops himself Alexander throws a hard kick in the back of Nathan’s legs around the ankle area, sweeping his legs out from under him and causes him to fall on his back. Harris quickly rolls once and then gets to his feet and Alexander just stands still after the kick with a smirk on his face and then points to Nathan and says “Not Worthy” and the crowd yells it along with him.
Frank Roberts: “That’s right Alexander the Great! Show him what it’s like to face the real champ!”
Nathan and Alexander do another half circle around the ring and move in to lock up, Nathan quickly transitioning to a headlock and wrenches down on it. Alexander struggles with it a bit and then backs up to the ropes and pushes Harris off, whipping him across the ring. Off the rebound Alexander ducks down to hit a back body drop, but Harris stops and gives him a kick to the chest, causing him to go back to a standing position. Nathan then swoops around to the back of Alexander, and hooks him for a back suplex and lifts him up quickly, only to have Alexander drop down behind, landing on his feet. Harris quickly turns around and gets around just in time to cover his chest with his arms to absorb most of the impact, as Alexander hits a standing dropkick, sending Nathan to his back. Alexander then shoots to his feet, and Nathan uses the momentum to do a back roll and ends up in a kneeling position and again Alexander points at him this time mumbling “Not worthy” and the crowd again shouts it along with him. Nathan shakes his head trying to not let it bother him and Alexander again puts that cocky smirk on his face, his eyes remaining ever focused.
Steve Richardson: “Alexander trying to get into the head of Nathan Harris here tonight and so far Harris is doing a good job of not letting it happen.”
Alexander and Nathan once again eye each other as they do a semi circle around the ring, both of them wiggling their hands about to keep the blood flowing and then they move in to lock up, but this time Alexander is done playing games and fakes like he’s gonna move in to lock up but instead kicks Nathan in the gut. He then grabs Nathan Harris’s head and moves around to Nathan’s back, pulling him back reverse DDT style as he does so. He holds Harris there for a few moments looking left and right to get the crowd going and then lifts Harris, showing his strength, but Harris falls down in behind him as he gets loose from the grip. Before Alexander can even turn to face him, Nathan leaps over Alexander, from behind to in front of, doing a flip in the process and then reaching up to grab Alexander for the throwback, but Alexander slaps his hands away. Nathan then lands in a seated position, but quickly jumps up to his feet, but not before taking a soccerball kick to the back from Alexander on his way up.
Steve Richardson: “Nathan is just trying to find any sort of weak point in Alexander’s defenses, trying desperately to get something started here.”
He reaches around with his right hand to rub where the kick hit and Alexander comes from behind and hooks him around the waist. However, Harris is ready and quickly grabs Alexander’s left arm before he can connect the two. Harris then twists the arm around and pulls Alex in toward him by it, clotheslining him down to the mat after. Alexander quickly shoots up and this time is hit with a shoulderblock courtest of Harris. Alexander hits the mat and springs back up again, this time eyes wide with anticipation for the next move. Harris expects Alexander to be stumbling and bends down to hit a flapjack but is instead hit with a knee to the jaw that sends Harris to a standing position, his head snapping back in the process. Alexander then wraps his arms around Harris and without a second to spare, launches him over head belly to belly style. Harris crashes down to the mat on his back and instantly get to his feet, arching his back cause of the pain. Alexander then charges at him, and he drops down pulling the top rope and causes Alexander to fall to the outside and then lays there, taking a moment to rest.
Steve Richardson: “Nathan Harris buys himself some time after that move to possibly come up with a gameplan and get the match going in his favor.”
Frank Roberts: “Come up with any gameplan you want, when you’re up against Alexander The Great, it doesn’t matter what you do!”
Nathan Harris then gets up to his feet only to fall right back down, face first to the mat as Alexander pulls his feet out from under him, under the bottom rope. Alexander laughs as he does it and the fans begin to cheer as he gets up onto the apron. He then leaps up over the rope and lands in the ring, facing the ropes. Alexander jumps up to springboard off the middle rope, possibly looking for a moonsault, but as he lands on the rope, Harris brings his foot up and thrusts it out at the rope and this causes Alexander to lose his balance and he falls back on his back landing next to Nathan Harris. Harris then immediately gets up and bends Alex’s leg at the knee and looks to lock in the STF but Alexander recognizes the move and quickly rolls over to his back and kicks up, hitting the gut of Nathan. He then reaches up and pulls Nathan over in a school boy pin 1…2… but only gets a two and a half count with the sneaky maneuver. Both men then get to their feet and eye one another. Alexander then goes for a surprise tactic as he charges at Harris this time, looking for a double leg takedown, but Harris reaches back and holds himself up using the ropes. Harris then reaches down around the gut of Alex and pulls him up powerbomb style, but Alexander ends up pushing his momentum forward and flying up and over Harris. He then lands with both feet on the top rope and leaps, turning in mid-air and catches Harris as he’s turning around, DDT-style. Alexander then turns his body so the two men spin around and then Alexander plants Nathan Harris with the tornado DDT and immediately covers 1…2…t- but Harris is able to throw a shoulder up at the last second and the fans let out an “OOOOH!” that echoes through the stadium.
Steve Richardson: “Alexander once again not letting Nathan so much as show signs of offense.”
Frank Roberts: “Alexander THE GREAT, Steve. It’s Alexander the Great!”
Steve just lets out a huff of air in Frank’s direction and then the camera pans around back to the match. Alexander the great lifts Nathan back up to his feet and then receives a right to the side of the head. Alexander shakes his head and then Nathan fires another one, this time Alexander merely slaps it away with his left hand and then throws a right into the abdomen of Nathan that causes him to yelp in pain and bend over. Alex then puts his hand on the chest of Nathan and moves so that he is kicking his forward, behind Nathan’s legs. Alexander then brings his foot back and at the same time pushes straight ahead with his hand and finishes the Judo takedown, slamming Nathan Harris down on his back and covering yet again, 1…2…th- but Nathan manages to kick out preserving the match.
Steve Richardson: “Although Nathan Harris hasn’t show much offense, I will give him this. He’s showing he’s got some durability that’s for damn sure.”
Alexander then gets up and doesn’t argue with the ref he just backs into his corner and points at Nathan Harris and yells “Noooot Woooorthy!” and the fans go crazy and repeat the phrase amongst the chaos of cheers. Alexander then squats down low and puts his right arm down as if he’s a football lineman preparing for the snap. Alexander eyes Nathan as he holds the stance, watching his opponent get to his feet his eyes focused and his tongue sliding back and forth across his upper lip as he waits in anticipation. Nathan then reaches his feet and staggers around so that he is facing Alexander and as soon as he does, Alexander spins to his right and comes out of the spin with his right hand in a fist aiming for the head of Harris, how somehow manages have enough awareness to duck underneath the blow then catch Alex from behind, lift him up and drop him back completing a back suplex and both men lie on the mat regaining energy.
Steve Richardson: “Nathan Harris was that close to having the taste knocked right out of his mouth and somehow, someway… He found away to summon some strength and counter it.”
Frank Roberts: “No strength, Steve. That was pure luck!”
After a few seconds of resting, Alexander pulls himself up with the top ropes and Nathan is still only up to one knee, breathing heavy. Alexander nears him and plants a firm right punch to the head of Harris causing his head to snap back. Alexander then hits another, and then a third and Harris ends up, up to his feet and staggering backward. Alexander turns around and runs the opposite way and off his rebound, Harris comes flying in with a shoulder block that knocks him to the mat. Alexander then pushes himself back up to his feet and Harris again flies in with a shoulder block and knocks Alex back to the mat. Alexander gets up a third time and this time side steps the shoulder block causing Harris to go sailing by and then grabs Harris around the waist from behind. Nathan will have none of it though as he throws a powerful elbow back, intended for Alexander’s head. Alexander however, ducks it causing Nathan to spin around towards him. Alexander then reels back and throws a right, but Harris ducks it and in the same motion pulls Alexander’s arm forward with the momentum and up onto his shoulders. Then giving no time for Alexander to react, Nathan hits the Attitude Adjustment and lays there regaining energy for a moment.
Steve Richardson: “By God! The Attitude Adjustment out of nowhere! He could have it right here!”
Frank Roberts: “No way! Alexander The Great can’t lose to such unworthiness!”
Harris then crawls over and drapes his arm across the chest of Alexander the Great 1…2…th- but Alexander throws his shoulder into the air and breaks the cover and the fans respond with an “OOOOH!” followed by a storm of cheers and Nathan Harris rolls over onto his back with a look of disbelief on his face.
Steve Richardson: “Nathan just hasn’t done enough damage yet to put away a man of Alexander’s caliber.”
Harris then lifts Alexander to his feet and hits a couple punches on him before Irish whipping him into the corner. Nathan then hits Alex with another hard right before lifting him up to a seated position on the top rope. Nathan then climbs up to the second rope and gives Alexander a couple more punches before hooking him suplex style. Nathan then climbs up to the top rope as well, only to have a hard right fist smack the side of his ribs. Nathan yells out in pain and fires back with a punch of his own. Alexander puts his left arm up to block the next punch and then fires another right into the body of Nathan. Then, another and another and finally on the last one he moves his arms down to his body to block the shot, but Alexander fires at the head instead hitting a devastating right haymaker to Harris that drops him to the mat from the top rope, on his back. Alexander then turns around and leaps off, looking for a moonsault, but Harris still has enough awareness to roll away. Alexander adjusts increasing the momentum of his flip in the air and then lands on his feet on the mat. Alexander then turns to hit Harris as he is getting up, but Harris drops to his back and hits a drop toe hold on Alexander then folds his leg up behind him and before Alexander can react he locks in the STF, out of reach of any ropes.
Steve Richardson: “Harris has him! There’s nowhere to go, no ropes to break the hold! Alexander, our champ is in trouble!”
Alexander looks calm in the face as he thinks to himself and then his thoughts are interrupted as Nathan wrenches back on the hold and Alexander let’s out an annoyed grunt. Alexander then throws a left elbow into the open ribs of Nathan Harris and feels the hold weaken for a split second before strengthening again. Alexander then feels the hold wrench back again and lets out a yelp. He then moves his right hand to grab Harris left wrist and then fires back again with his left elbow again hitting the ribs of Harris, this time in the split second that the hold weakens, Alexander rips Harris’s arms free by pushing his right hand against the wrist of Harris’s left arm. Then, once the hold is broken Alexander brings his left hand back up to grasp the same wrist, so no both his hands are around Harris’s wrist. He then turns his entire body over while this is happening so that he is now lying on his back and in the same motion wraps his arms around Harris’s applying the kimura.
Steve Richardson: “How in the hell did he just… I am in awe!”
Frank Roberts: “He’s just great, Steve! He’s great, ha ha!”
Alexander then wrenches back on the hold and Nathan Harris yells out in pain. Alexander just keeps letting up and applying more pressure, rapidly possibly setting up to break the arm. Nathan wriggles around punching at Alexander’s body to get him to free it but Alexander just shakes his head and continues to wrench back on the arm. Harris then looks straight ahead and see’s the ropes close. He realizes leaning forward to get to them will cause him more pain, but he has to break the hold somehow, so he pushes off with his right hand as hard as he can then reaches out, and yells as the pain shoots all the way up through his shoulder and down through his fingertips and manages to somehow grab the rope! Alexander holds for a 3-count before letting go of Nathan’s arm and looking down at him and shakes his head.
Steve Richardson: “Nathan Harris, out desperation broke that hold but at what cost?! His arm could be damn near broken!”
Frank Roberts: “That’ll teach Nathan Harris to disrespect the champ!”
Alexander then gets to his feet and pulls Harris up to a standing position. Nathan reverses it and instead sends Alexander across the ring. He rebounds and then comes back swinging for the fences with a clothesline but Nathan ducks underneath it. Alexander then rebounds again and right as he comes off the ropes, Nathan is there and clotheslines him down, but uses the left arm and yells out in pain, stumbling away holding the arm. Alexander then gets to his feet behind Harris. Nathan notices Alexander there however and turns around, throwing an elbow. Alexander ducks under it then gets back up to a standing position and is right behind Nathan Harris’s head where he yells “NOT WORTHY!” at the top of his lungs. Harris then let’s out a roar of anger as he turns around throwing a huge right haymaker and Alexander ducks underneath another move, this time as he ducks he spins around and all in one motion he completes the spin and comes back up to a standing position with his fist outstretched, and connects with the side of Harris’s head, completing the spinning back fist. Alexander then puts on a smirk as Harris stands there, his head turned to the left and then his body slowly falls forward to the mat.
Steve Richardson: “My God! He is out cold. No doubt about it Frank.”
Alexander then drops down to his knees and covers Nathan Harris 1…2…3!”
Frank Roberts: “I told you Steve, he’s the best! He’s Alexander THE GREAT!”
The ref is then handed the title belt through the ropes and he brings it over to Alexander the Great who is now up to his feet and his music begins to play through the P.A. system.
Ring Announcer: “The winner of the match, by pinfall! Your RWF World Heavyweight Champion! Alexandeeeerrrrrrr The Greeeeeaaaat!”
The crowd erupts with cheers as he holds his title high above his head and points with his free hand down at Nathan Harris. Alexander then yells “Not Worthy” and the crowd joins in with him as he says it. He then drops down to the mat and rolls out of the ring under the bottom rope. As he walks up the ramp he points to various fans yelling “Not Worthy!” and the entire crowd joins in each time he does it, then the camera fades to commercial break as he reaches the stage and turns around holding the title high above his head.
~Commercial Break~Steve Richardson: “Well, the champion showed exactly why he is the champ in that last match.”
Frank Roberts: “That newcomer Nathan Harris, needed a lesson in respect and that’s exactly what he got.”
Steve Richardson: “Well we now have a very exciting main event coming up, let’s get it underway!”
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 is tonight’s maaaaain event and it is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, 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 sides and sets his sights on the ring, his gaze only being interrupted when he turns to the occasional fan and mumbles “Soon. Soon you will ssssee the light.” 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. He slowly walks up them and goes over the top rope from the apron and into the ring. He then walks to the center and stands there looking down at the ring mat. He 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! They continue to burn for a few seconds before shutting off and then he slowly turns his attention on the stage and backs into his corner awaiting his next foe.
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. He slowly walks down the ramp and ignores fans who are trying to get high fives or handshakes. He then puts his knee up onto the apron and reaches up grabbing the rope and pulls himself to a standing position on the apron. He then enters the ring through the second and top rope, and walks straight to Sobek getting only inches from him and looks him right in the eyes of his cobra mask. The two men stand there, neither moving a muscle and then the ref comes over and grabs Asylum by the shoulder and lets him know he needs to get in his own corner. Asylum holds the glare for a few more seconds and then turns to the ref and slaps his hand away before backing up to his corner. He then proceeds to slap his head multiple times, a warm-up tradition of his.
Frank Roberts: “I can feel it already, Steve. This match is gonna be a great one.”
Steve Richardson: “There’s so much heat between these two, I don’t see how it could be anything less than fantastic.”
The two men stand there, their eyes never leaving their opponent and the tension can be felt as the whole arena is just cheers and anticipation for the match. The bell is then rung and the crowd’s cheers grow louder and louder. Asylum immediately starts power walking toward Sobek then breaks out into a run. Asylum side steps him as he comes within a foot and tosses him front first into the turnbuckle then starts throwing clubbing blows at the back of Asylum’s neck and back. Asylum then turns around and starts throwing right and he and Sobek stand there throwing huge right fists back and forth, before Asylum finally gains the advantage over Sobek. He drives Sobek back out to the center of the ring and then hits a left elbow shot causing Sobek to stagger, turning around as he does so. Asylum then throws a clubbing forearm shot to the back of Sobek, causing him to stagger forward. Asylum then charges forward and Sobek turns, throwing a boot up and connecting with the chest of Asylum, knocking him to his back on the ring mat.
Frank Roberts: “Sobek finally stops the flurry from Sobek!”
Asylum instantly gets back to his feet and goes after Sobek again hitting right punch after right punch, and then staggers Sobek with an uppercut. Sobek then stumbles back and finds himself leaning against the turnbuckle, and Asylum then charges in and clotheslines him against the turnbuckle. He then grabs Sobek’s arms and goes to whip him across the ring to the opposite corner, but Sobek holds on and instead whips Asylum, then charges behind him. As soon as Asylum hits back first against the turnbuckle, Sobek is there to return the favor smashing Asylum against the turnbuckle with a mighty clothesline. Sobek then lifts Asylum sidewalk slam style, but Sobek pushes forward with his feet and the momentum carries him up and over the shoulder of Sobek. He ends up landing behind the giant and from there he whips Sobek around to face him, then grabs him STO style and falls back, bouncing Sobek’s head off the turnbuckle post.
Steve Richards: “Oh! What a move by Asylum!”
Sobek then staggers backward, unwilling to go down and then Asylum charges at him and hits a running elbow shot. Sobek then staggers back a couple more steps and falls to one knee. Asylum then walks around to the front of Sobek’s kneeling figure and reaches around so that he is holding the back of Sobek’s head with his right hand. He then delivers a headbutt to Sobek and another, and then repeats this 3 more times hitting a total of 5 before letting Sobek go. His head teeters left to right a couple times before he gets up to his feet, hitting a giant uppercut, using the momentum from coming up out of a kneeling position and the blow sends Asylum to his back. Sobek then backs up and leans against the ropes. Asylum once again gets right back to his feet. He then charges at Sobek and goes for the clothesline to send Sobek to the outside, but the big man just drops down and pulls the top rope. Asylum tumbles over, bouncing off the apron as he goes by.
Frank Roberts: “Asylum can’t seem to get ahold of Sobek!”
Steve Richardson: “For a big man, he’s very agile.”
Asylum gets up off the floor clearly angered as he smacks the ring apron with both fists and then begins slapping himself in the head, his lips twitching underneath his mask as he paces back and forth on the outside of the ring. Sobek then moves to center ring and beckons for Asylum to get in the ring, in a non threatening way. Asylum glares at him at first then slowly makes his way up the steel steps. Sobek doesn’t move and Asylum makes his way out to the middle of the apron and climbs into the ring through the middle and top ropes, then stands right inside the ropes and stares down the big man.
Steve Richardson: “A classy display of sportsmanship on Sobek’s part, letting the man get back into the ring and not just attacking him.”
Asylum doesn’t seem to care much about the show of sportsmanship though, as he charges in and starts throwing a flurry of rights once again. Sobek keeps his arms up in defense and backs away slowly. Right as his back touches the turnbuckle he lashes out hitting a big right on Asylum, who is staggered by the blow. As Asylum’s body turns away from Sobek he quickly wraps his big right arm around the neck of Asylum, and then clutches his right wrist with his left arm to hold it in place. Once the choke is locked in, Sobek hoists Asylum’s entire off the ground, leaning his own upperbody back for leverage.
Steve Richardson: “He’s locked in the Constrictor here, trying to choke Asylum out.”
Frank Roberts: “Wouldn’t that be something, Steve? If Asylum tapped out?!”
Asylum struggled for a moment and then froze as the words left Frank Roberts’ mouth as if Asylum himself, had heard them. Asylum then swung his back elbow back, catching Sobek in the ribs. He grunts but doesn’t let go, so Asylum throws a fist up and back over his head and hits Sobek in the head. Again, he grunts but doesn’t let go of the hold. Sobek then shakes Asylum from left to right a couple times to help tighten the hold around his neck. Asylum is still for a couple of seconds and then starts going crazy, throwing elbows into the ribs and punches back into the head of Sobek and eventually is dropped. He falls to his hands and knees, holding his neck and Sobek holds his ribs as he backs away. However, as Asylum gets to his feet, Sobek decides to start putting out some offense and he walks over to Asylum grabbing him full nelson style from behind and then tries to lock it in, but Asylum struggles around too much. So he lifts Asylum into the air, still in the full nelson position and then tosses him down causing Asylum to land on his neck/back with a thunderous impact.
Steve Richardson: “What impact from that Full Nelson Slam!”
Asylum rolls over and starts to get up to his feet, but is jerked up by Sobek who is refusing to let up. Sobek grabs Asylums right hand with his right and moves over to stand beside him. Sobek then pushes Asylum’s hand down between his own legs and then grabs the hand with his left, holding it through the legs. Sobek then reaches around to Sobek’s left side, from around the back and puts his right arm up underneath Asylum’s left, then pulls Asylum up onto his shoulder, then drives him down to the mat finishing the pump-handle slam and covers 1…t- but doesn’t even get a two count as Asylum continues to be resilient. Sobek then gets back to his feet and raises Asylum up with him, only to have Asylum lift him spinebuster style and charge him forward, planting Sobek back first into the turnbuckle. Asylum then holds Sobek in place with his right hand and reels back with his left and hits a short range lariat across the chest of Sobek, he then repeats it a couple more times and when he’s finally convinced that he’s knocked the wind out of Sobek, he whips him across the ring. Sobek lands against the turnbuckle and Asylum charges in and leaps up, hitting a body splash on Sobek and crushing him against the turnbuckle. Sobek starts to stumble forward and Asylum doesn’t let up. He turns Sobek around and then bashes Sobek’s head off the turnbuckle. He then bashes it again and again and 3 more times after that before letting Sobek fall backward to a sitting position. Asylum then backs up getting a short rebound off the ropes and dives forward hitting a headbutt on Sobek to knock him completely flat against the mat.
Steve Richardson: “That deranged man has evil intentions and Sobek is his target!”
Asylum then gets up and moves over to stand in between the turnbuckle and Sobek, and then he grabs the top rope of the turnbuckle, bringing his feet up to the second rope and then launches himself up and out and comes down hard with a body splash on Sobek, covering for the pin after. 1…2… but only gets a two and a half count before Sobek throws his mighty shoulder into the air. Asylum slaps his head a couple times as he gets up and then brings Sobek up to his feet. He then shoves Sobek from behind into the ropes, but Sobek quickly realizes what’s happening and holds the ropes right as Asylum leaps up from the dropkick. Sobek then turns and catches Asylum as he’s getting up, picking him up scoop slam style and then dropping his legs down, so that Asylum ends up being held in a reverse DDT position. Sobek then drops down to one knee, holding Asylum dragon sleeper style and then puts his mask down so that the pointed fangs of the cobra mask are piercing into Asylum’s neck and then holds him there.
Steve Richardson: “What on Earth is Sobek doing?!”
Frank Roberts: “That’s the venom injection, Steve! One of Sobek’s signature holds!”
Sobek then puts his free arm under Asylum and pushes up, then pushes down harder with his head pushing the fangs into Asylum’s neck even harder and causing him to utter a grunt. Asylum then begins thrashing about, but is unable to get Sobek to let go. Sobek then squeezes harder and Asylum, throws a right fist back and catches Sobek’s head, causing it to snap back for a second, but Sobek brings it right back down and jabs the fangs back into Asylum’s neck. He grunts from the impact and then swings multiple punches back hitting Sobek’s head over and over and then finally is let go and dropped to the mat. Asylum reaches his hand up touching his neck where the fangs had been and when he pulls his hand back into view there are two dabs of blood on it.
Steve Richardson: “Those damned fangs drew blood! They actually broke the skin of Asylum! They should be counted as a weapon!”
Frank Roberts: “Oh relax, Steve. It’s not like we haven’t seen blood before.”
Asylum then looks up at Sobek with anger in his eyes, and sees Sobek rebounding off the far ropes. Asylum then charges in and hits what looks like a chopblock but from the front, planting his shoulder into Sobek’s knee and causing him to do a somersault before landing. Sobek holds his right knee and Asylum quickly slips in behind him and wraps his right arm around Sobek’s neck and then applies Lights Out (sleeper hold). Sobek shakes his entire body from left to right trying to throw Asylum off, but Asylum stays holding tight with nothing but determination in his eyes.
Steve Richardson: “Asylum has that sleeper hold locked in deep, Frank. I’m not sure Sobek will be able to break it.”
Sobek continues to thrash around and then little by little he starts to slow down. After a couple minutes of it he drops down to one knee pulling at Asylum’s arm with both of his, but is so drained that he can’t seem to break it. He then falls forward onto the mat and Asylum wrenches him a couple times before getting off. He then points down at Sobek as he gets to his feet and looks over at the ref, and says “check em’!”
Steve Richardson: “Sobek very well may be out cold.”
Frank Roberts: “Yeah, Steve it’s looking like this one is over.”
The ref brings Sobek’s arm up into the air and then drops it down, and right before it hits the mat it stops in the air. The ref looks over at Asylum who steps a little closer and then turns back to Sobek and lifts the arm again, and this time when he drops it, it stops halfway to the mat.
Steve Richardson: “Sobek is still alive! Just barely hanging in there!”
After a couple of moments the ref turns back to Asylum again and shrugs his shoulders letting him know that Sobek is still able to fight and Asylum shakes his head in disgust. Then, Sobek sits up as if raising from a grave and the entire crowd springs into cheers. The ref turns back and see’s this and then scurries back across the ring and Asylum just stares down at him, clinching and unclinching his fists. Then Sobek’s head snaps to the right and looks up at Asylum, and he brings himself up to his feet. But, right as he gets there, Asylum shoves him from the side, causing him to rebound off the ropes and then leaps up and hits the dropkick sending Sobek right back down to the mat with the Shock Treatment.
Frank Roberts: “That’s it. Sobek tried, but it’s over.”
Steve Richardson: “Things are not looking good for our large friend.”
Asylum then drops down to cover Sobek 1…2…thr- but somehow, someway, Sobek kicks out, the crowd yells “OOOOH!” and Asylum can’t believe it as he raises both fists and begins pounding on the torso of Sobek. Then, Asylum gets to his feet as he see’s Sobek’s two technician lackies walking down the entrance ramp. He beckons them to come on and then out of the corner of his eye he sees the third come out of the audience and stands on the side of the ring. The camera then pans out and you see one of the janitor’s coming out by the announce table and the other coming out on the final side of the ring.
Steve Richardson: “Oh give me a damn break, Sobek has his followers come out here and interfere for him? What happened to just earning your victory the ole fashion way?”
They completely surround it, and Asylum prepares for the worst and then Sobek gets to his feet. Asylum turns around quickly to face him and Sobek just raises his hand up and then closes it into a fist and then points to the entrance stage. After a few seconds of standing there dumbfounded all of the lackies turn and head up the entrance ramp to leave ringside and Asylum watches. He then turns to Sobek and nods, and Sobek nods back at him and they move in to lock up at center ring.
Steve Richardson: “What?! Did Sobek just call off his followers?!”
Frank Roberts: “Like he said in his segments earlier this week, Steve. He has something to prove to his people and that’s what he intends to do here.”
However, Asylum ditches the show of sportsmanship again and charges in for Sobek unleashing a furious elbow shot. Sobek stumbles back and Asylum hits another and another, driving Sobek back to the turnbuckle. He then backs up to center ring and charges forward as Sobek stumbles out. He unleashes a heavy lariat, but Sobek bends back matrix style and doges the blow.
Frank Roberts: “Whaaaat?! How did he just?!”
Steve Richardson: “Never have a seen a big man be able to bend like that. Never!”
This catches Asylum off guard and he slams chest first into the turnbuckle. Sobek comes right back up after bending back and then turns around and as Asylum rebounds off the turnbuckle, he hits him with a big boot from behind that sends him crashing right back into it. Sobek then catches him as he falls back and lifts him up back suplex style and sets him in a sitting position on the top rope. Sobek then turns his back to Asylum’s back and picks him up off of the turnbuckle, crucifix powerbomb style. Sobek then steps out to the center of the ring and spins Asylum off his shoulders, to the right and then turns while Asylum is falling and ends up landing DDT style finishing off the Egyptian Conniption. Asylum’s body hits the mat with a thud and for the first time in the match, Asylum doesn’t immediately start fighting to get up. Sobek then rolls him over and covers him for the 1…2…3!
Steve Richardson: “He’s done it! Sobek pinned the psychotic Asylum!”
Ring Announcer: “And the winner of the match by pinfall! Soooooobek!”
Sobek’s music begins playing as he stands up to his full height over the downed Asylum. His followers come back out and surround the ring as they once did and then Sobek snaps his fingers and the bearded technician quickly gets into the ring and hands him a microphone. Sobek then puts the microphone up to mouth height in front of his mask and then speaks.
Sobek: “My people you are now free to follow me assss you please! The roadblock in our pathway has been destroyed and our journey toward our promissssed future can continue!”
Sobek then turns toward the entrance stage and walks to the edge of the ropes.
Sobek: “Now no one shall question my authority, none will try and sssstand before my wrath, for I am your savior, Ssssobek! I am your chossssen, deity!”
Sobek then extends his arm toward the entrance stage and points his index finger.
Sobek: “Onward, we march.”
With that he drops the mic and his music begins playing again. The bearded technician pulls the top rope down making it easier for him to step over and then they all follow him up the entrance ramp and out to the backstage area in two single file lines. The camera then pans around the arena and ends up zooming in on the face of Asylum. His eyes are closed and his shoulders are rising and falling very slowly. Then, his eyes snap wide open and the screen goes black as the show ends.
~Show Ends~
