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 Posted: Mon Sep 18, 2023 11:38 am
18th September 2023 - 1st October 2023
One Day Auto-Hit
The following contest is scheduled for one fall and it is for the WWFG World Heavyweight Championship!
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Posted: Mon Sep 18, 2023 7:17 pm
 Emiko emerging onto stage, from gorilla, microphone in hand. Stone took root, center stage, grimly looking at the mass before her. In appearance of a calm slipping off of shades, revealed to be on the contrary.. as she let it drop, stepping forward, crushing it under foot. A shiver of apoplectic fury, shook her body, as an infuriated eye bared down toward the ring.  "Drako. Earlier, I was commending you at your reign so far in this new era.. because I hold a respect for you. And I thank you for your upfront honesty.
See, my preparation, be it unorthodox, sets me right quick and is made for me.
Unfortunately, I can't seem to toss aside my concerns, when I'm seeing my child in her first match, watching Mr. Showtime clean up his s**t-show.
The feeling, to stand under a monitor, wanting to run out here.. in support, or protection? Either way, I was stuck, couldn't miss a second."Taking a step back, covering her mouth, with a hand. An attempt at hiding a momentary quiver of bottom lip, thumb swiping under eye. Getting emotions in check. In a calmer manner, Emiko again, stepped forward, livid lips pressed thin. There was something minacious about her now.. "I.. have fought for so long. Through blood, sweat.. enduring broken bones, humiliation, disrespect.. for years." Sone spoke with a heaviness in her words. Eye drifting away from a destined ring, into the stands, fans on their feet, Emiko peered at them, as if they were the cause! "My own morals, used against me. Conned for years. Yearning, for this. Right here before me. Main event, at the top, for the championship. All for naught."Gradually turning to face a camera monkey, that shared the stage with her. "The indignity.. going behind my back, discrediting me.
Drako.. your friend does not speak for me, he has embarrassed me. To win or lose, I got a fair shake, so it's not truly won or I'm far too weak to see the summit."Pausing to wet her livid lips, Emiko Sone whips her attention back to where the World Heavyweight Championship, would be contested for, in a searing stare. "That, is what I just can't shake.." Grimacing, almost in agony, Sone ran a hand through her hair. "A fair shake." The words seemed to leave a bitterness. "Did every one of those five challengers, get a fair shake? Or.. am I just special?" And in answer to her own question, Emiko gutturally growled out. "I'm not! I get the same shake, as every <********> one of 'em!!" Duo of fingers pointing behind at entrance, an irate eye of Sone bulged! The wild marble, again, finds the cam monkey, steaming up at it, "SALEM!" grabbing side of the cam, getting it in close, at just a head shot. "You RUINED, this for me! My moment! I cannot enjoy it.." Taking a few steps back, hands now thrown back behind her head. Absolutely crestfallen, she gave her final words, before going off stage and around the entrance, in another avenue to backstage. "So I gave it to someone who will."
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Posted: Mon Sep 18, 2023 7:28 pm
A very emotional speech aimed at Salem and more importantly at Drako who has a brand new challenger. If not Emiko, then who? If you saw the last pay-per-view, you would probably be confused on what was to follow.
Left Alone by Zero 9:36 would hit the PA System as the crowd would begin to cheer. Yes, it was none other than one of her last opponents. It was Trent. A much fresher Trent who had gotten the time to rest and recuperate. One who had gotten to speak to Emiko and obviously it brought the current change. The only thing that was the same about this Trent from the last encounter was his seriousness to step up and knock the current World Champion off his throne.
King: "Wow! I never expected to see this. Did you see what Emiko did last week to Trent!"
JR: "It's obvious that both of the two tried to bring out the best in one another. However, the biggest news is that Emiko is going through so much after achieving her chance."
King: "That Salem guy is a jerk. Cartwright is right about all that he is doing!"
Trent would give a bow to Emiko before he began to make his way down the entrance ramp. Skipping the smoke and the showmanship. Even more serious than he was before, he was going to be challenging Drako. And he was going to do so as a favor of Emiko. No similar circumstances will be like this again. His face said it all as he had to win tonight.
Samantha Irvin: "Weighing in tonight at 242 lbs. Residing from St. Paul, Minnesota! He is the INITIATORRRR. TREEEEEEEENT!"
Trent made it to ringside. Making his way up the steel steps, along the apron, and into the ring. Taking center stage in front of all the fans who would be cheering as loud as they can. The pressure was heavy. This was Trent's first attempt at the big one. Crumbling, however, was not an option. Never was and never will be.
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Posted: Mon Sep 18, 2023 8:16 pm
The lights in the arena dim down as Ain't About the Money hits the PA. Ahhhh, ahhhh
Ahhhh, ahhhhblue and white lights begin to flash while a thin layer of smoke comes across the stage and down the ramp. Flames spring up along the set and the crowd's reaction is mixed, though the boos seem to drown out whatever cheers remain. If you know like I know say
Ain't about the money, it's about the power (say)
Ain't about the money, it's about the power (you know like I know say)
Ain't about the money, it's about the power (say)
Ain't about the money, it's about the powerAn opening appears in the stage, and slowly the champion rises up on a platform, now accompanied by his new manager, Adrian Amaya. The World championship belt is clutched in hand as Drako looks down to the ring for a few moments before he finally begins to walk down the ramp, throwing the championship over his shoulder. Adrian follows behind him Think about it, think about it
Ain't no need to think about it
Get that Money, keep that power
No they not the same thing
Money can be anybody
This somebody, that nobody
When it comes to power
Circle, super small and maintain
Money make em' do it cause of what you give to em'
Power make em' do it cause you told them to do it
Money make you fly, power never die, don't know why
Money can be lost, power never need an alibi
Blood thicker than the champagne
Power in my pride, power in my last name"..making his way to the ring, accompanied by Adrian Amaya, from Saint Louis, Missouri, weighing in at 200 pounds, he is the WWFG World Heavyweight champion, Drako Damone!!" Drako stops at the end of the extremely long ramp and look around the arena for a few more moments before he turns and walks up the stairs and into the ring, taking the championship back in hand as he does. Titantron Just as Drako entered the ring his music abruptly cut with the sound of a record scratch. The video package playing on the titantron warped, burned away, and was replaced by the grinning face of Blackjack. His disheveled hair and unkempt beard had been cut and combed, and once again Blackjack portrayed a dashing poise. His tattered suit and shirt had been replaced with a crisp set of orange prison scrubs.
He had small bandages dotting his face, remnants of his assault on Dean. He grinned when the camera focused on him and spoke.
"My apologies for interrupting what I'm sure is a classic world heavyweight champions entrance. Time is limited and the show is basically over at this point.
I'm sure the majority of you would enjoy knowing that Dean's fourth surgery was a success. The rest of you would be delighted to hear that he is still listed as in critical condition. I heard hospital staff have even contacted his next of kin about organ donation." Blackjack chuckled, "Not sure what organs he's got left that arent damaged. I suppose his spleen. Do they transplant spleens?" Blackjack paused to think for a moment, then shrugged.
"It doesn't matter, I recorded this to make a point." His mismatched blue and yellow eyes stared hard into the camera, into the eyes of all those watching. His gaze made the heart beat harder, it was a savage primordial gaze. "The WWF:G has become rank with heels. Every Tom, d**k, and Harry are hoodlums, or cult leaders, anti heroes with a chip on their shoulders, or syndicate mafia style crime bosses."
Blackjack's stare turned downwards. Now he was looking down directly at Drako, as if when recording this he knew where Drako would be. "Do you really even want to be there? You look tired."
Blackjack likely couldn't actually see Drako. Could he? "You've spent your entire career upholding honor and virtue. You even bought into the dragon theme your brother stylized. There was a time when you were a Babyface second only to the Gerber logo." The video distorted with effects reminiscent of a 90's public access broadcast. A flashback scene of Drako wrestling his brother, holding up titles with them at his side, or holding up shared tag titles. Scenes flipped of Drako shaking hands with opponents, and standing in the center ring for thunderous crowds. Always, Jarel or Zarel were nearby. "Your brother's have earned you quite the career. Your catalogue of matches and titles are impressive. All earned by other men, bigger, stronger, and more capable than you."
The same wavy distortion brought back the grinning face of Blackjack. He sighed as if daydreaming of a pleasant field, though considering this was Blackjack; his happy place was likely the stuff of nightmares. "Now you're in charge. Of your own planning and volition, to hear you tell of it." He sounded sarcastically skeptical.
"And the first thing you do is win a belt and break bad…
You were once The Soaring Dragon, now you're a dollar general Don Corleone. Did you heel flip simply because you were bored? Or was it the only way to justify using Blaze and the other one to enforce your reign? Seems likely since you can't rely on your brother anymore. Not when he's more interested in circle jerks with the only man more dilusional than he is." Blackjack sighed wistfully and hung his head, speaking somberly. "And that brings us full circle to the crux of the problem. That belt..
The World Heavyweight Championship."
Blackjack started laughing, a deep throaty, highly amused laugh. "A title so coveted amongst the ranks that a tournament for it has to have its slots filled in with surprise dupes. A belt so desired it's own champion has to come out and beg the bottom of the roster just for a challenger.
A belt so easily duplicated and mass produced that I even have one, here, in prison." Blackjack held up a World Heavyweight Title reproduction and laid it out on his shoulder. "Annnnnnnnd" Blackjack scanned around and pointed, counting as he did, "At least a dozen dozen slobs in the audience with one of their own. Who knows… maybe more."
As he counted, countless golden belts were lifted into the air. All throughout the arena, people were passing the replicas out, distributing them even as Blackjack spoke.
"The point is, you've gone through all this effort, abandoned all your principles, sold your soul to an imaginary devil; all for a title that's about as worthwhile as an 'I Voted' sticker on election day.
Which is why I ask again… aren't you tired? You look tired." In the ring now, Drako finds himself.....annoyed. He signals to Adrian to hand him a mic as he hands the title belt off to the referee. Adrian hands him the mic and leaves the ring after taking his vest from him. "Let me go ahead and sum up the cavalcade of ******** that just ensued here. I'm scheduled to defend against Emiko but because Salem hurt your sensitive little feelings, you handed your shot off to Trent, who lost the contender's match at Unforgiven. Because that makes a whole lot of sense. Then..." Drako turns to the titantron. "...an actual psychopath just psychoanalyzed me but really picked and chose what to understand about my career. Picked up on all those tag title wins with my brothers, forgot to mention I've been WWFG World champion longer than Jarel ever was and Zarel never won it. Am I tired? Yeah, of carrying this company on my back because all the rest of them suck so hard they couldn't possibly bear the weight of it." some boos break out at that. "Listen here, Blackjack. You got beef with me? Great, we can take that up later. Of course, nobody knows where you are for sure do they or when you'll turn up. Good thing I'm a lot better connected than you think I am, buddy." Drako turns to Trent. "Now the downside of all this for you, is that the lot of you piss me off. I don't know where you guys got the feeling or the idea that a switcheroo would be beneficial. I don't know where you got the idea that being world champion was some kind of game or a prop. But what I really don't get is why you thought I'd take this all in stride and just smile. So now, an example gets to be set and you are the really unfortunate soul I'm going to use for it." Drako tosses the mic and quickly looks to deliver a hard slap across Trent's face, both a sign of disrespect in return for the disrespect he's perceived to have been leveled at the title, and of his absolute outrage at the audacity
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Posted: Mon Sep 18, 2023 8:43 pm
King: "WOW. What a slap from the champion!"
JR: "It's obvious that Drako is not amused at what is transpiring in front of him."
King: "No kidding! First the switcharoo and now Blackjack getting in the head of the Champ!"
Drako really was different. They had crossed paths different times. More professional scenariors whether it was in the back or in the ring. But this was someone else. Just like Blackjack said, he traded everything for something he tires of defending.
Regardless of it being because of the caliber of the challengers or the circumstances in which he finds himself in. Drako must really dread where he is, if he has forsaken everything that he once was.
Trent would feel the sting of the slap, taking it in for a moment. The disrespect of the Champion. Knowing that Trent stood here not because of him winning, but just simply not losing and being on the winners good side. Regardless of injury or excuse, it didn't take the sting out of the fact he wasn't here because he could beat anyone even on his worst day. That fact would sting just as much as the slap he had just received.
Trent would take this sting, a feeling only he himself could understand in this moment, and walk back to his corner. He was going to beat Drako on his terms. He was going to correct every mistake. He was going to perform at his highest level. He was going to use anything and everything within his limits to not only win the World Title. But to also prove Drako wrong and free him from the suffering that he has been going through since obtaining that championship.
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Posted: Tue Sep 19, 2023 9:58 am
Drako at this point looks at the ref.
"I'd suggest you ring the damn bell."
The champion is no longer in a mood to play around or take things easy.
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Posted: Tue Sep 19, 2023 6:47 pm
The official would look worried for his own safety, as he signaled for the start of the match. Upon the bell ringing, Trent would wait for the champ to exit the corner. Once he did, he would snap, bolting out of his corner, throwing himself into the World Champ right out the gates with a spear!
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Posted: Wed Sep 20, 2023 11:56 am
Drako had never retreated to the corner so once the bell rings, he's ready. Trent charges in for the spear but the champion is ready, swinging his foot up in an attempt to kick the challenger square in the face to stop him
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Posted: Wed Sep 20, 2023 12:52 pm
Seems like emotion wasn't going to work. Drako has too much experience, and the proba ility of him falling for it was very low. The kick connected with the jaw of Trent, sending the challenger to look up at the ceiling for a moment
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Posted: Wed Sep 20, 2023 2:00 pm
Drako should probably keep emotion out of this but....no guarantees, he's still pissed. With that being said the champ reaches down to pull Trent up by the head, then looks to run his head into the top turnbuckle
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Posted: Wed Sep 20, 2023 3:15 pm
Trent wasn't very hungry but that wouldn't stop Drako from feeding him the turnbuckle padding. The challengers head bouncing after making solid contact with the turnbuckle pad on the nose. Stepping away after, trying to regain vision as his eyes watering made it hard to see where he was going!
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Posted: Thu Sep 21, 2023 2:01 pm
The champion has a specific method he's following, mainly he isn't in the mood to fly. Now looking to follow , he attempts to nail Trent with a stiff Knife Edged Chop across the chest
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Posted: Thu Sep 21, 2023 6:36 pm
The blinded Trent would have gotten to rub some of those tears out of his eyes before having his chest struck with a nasty chop. Stepping backward and holding his chest for a moment, facing Drako to try and get the train back on the rails.
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Posted: Fri Sep 22, 2023 2:52 pm
Drako isn't finished yet. But Trent is covering his chest, so the champ switches strategies slightly by attempting to nail him with a straight right hand to the side of the head
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