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Post by The Age of Fall on Jan 22, 2024 23:11:14 GMT -6
01. Diamond Steele ( Zion Wrestling) 02. Glory ( ICW) 03. Miss Liberty ( ICW) 04. Robert Armstrong ( ECWF) 05. Rodrigo Afonzo ( SCW) 06. Ryan Kruger ( ECWF) 07. Ariana Bordeaux ( ECWF) 08. Viktor Kall ( ECWF) 09. Jonah Black ( ECWF) 10. Dark Tiger ( ECWF) 11. Lilith Leviathan ( ECWF) 12. Caine Marik ( ECWF) 13. JD Hollywood ( UHW) 14. Lucian Reinhardt ( ECWF) 15. Ryan Samuels ( ECWF) 16. Angellus ( ECWF) 17. Sarah Frost ( ECWF) 18. Lylah Lionhart ( ECWF) 19. Jigsaw ( ECWF) 20. Steven McKnight ( ECWF) 21. Ace Sky ( ECWF) 22. Roxanne ( ECWF) 23. Crystal Zdunich ( ECWF) 24. DKM ( ECWF) 25. Robert Saints ( ECWF) 26. Jacob Letoa ( GWA) 27. Jay Reynolds ( ECWF) 28. Dan Anderson ( ECWF) 29. Travis Deacon Hall ( ECWF) 30. Scotty Paine ( ECWF) 31. TJ Alexander ( ECWF) 32. Chris Frenzy ( ECWF) 33. Matthew Frenzy ( ECWF) 34. Adam Frenzy ( ECWF) 35. Rob Frenzy ( ECWF) 36. Will Frenzy ( WOW) 37. Latoya Hixx ( ECWF) 38. Sam Steele ( ECWF & WOW) 39. John Blade ( ECWF) 40. Mark Frenzy ( ECWF)
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Post by Deleted on Jan 25, 2024 0:29:12 GMT -6
[The camera slowly fades in as we see Miss Liberty and Glory standing side-by-side as they glance into the camera lens in their heroic poses, with smirks over their faces. The camera feed is shaky at best as Miss Liberty is the first to share a few words as she folds her arms together and speaks.]
Miss Liberty: “Greetings, Freedom believers. I am Miss Liberty alongside my tag team partner Glory as we both would like to take this time to formally announce our participation in this year's ECWF War Time Rumble match as we proudly represent our company ICW as it’s proud and undefeated Women’s tag team champions.”
[Glory smiles]
Glory: “You know This reminds me of that scene from Flash where the multiverse was about to implode or that crossover episode of Crisis of infinite Earths where all the superheroes from different Earths get to unite to battle a common enemy in Anti-Monitor.”
[Miss Liberty rolls her eyes and shakes her head.]
Miss Liberty: “Let’s not jump ahead of ourselves here. First and foremost, all that stuff about the Multi-universe and Crisis of Infinite Earths don’t apply here because a) To my knowledge there are no superheroes that exist within ECWF...and b) It’s every man and woman for themselves, all vying for the similar opportunity to main event at the biggest star-studded spectacle attraction that is Starrcade.”
[Glory frowns]
Glory: "Wait a minute? So you’re saying you’re gonna throw me over that top rope the first chance you get? That's not very heroic of you to do that to your own tag team partner.“
Miss Liberty: “Well, if it comes down to it...then YES. Don't act all innocent and naive when i know for a fact that you are planning to do the same to me. I know as soon as my back is turned you won’t hesitate to throw me over the top rope in a heartbeat.”
[Glory gasps]
Glory: “I would never think of doing that to you in my wildest dreams. We’re tag team partners. But now that I know what your intentions are and where you clearly stand in all of this, then I guess I’ll see to it that you get eliminated before me.”
[Miss Liberty pinches the bridge of her nose and then sighs.]
Miss Liberty: “Look, can we be cordial about this and at least try and get on the same page here? I propose that we just work together and throw as many people over the top rope we can get our hands on...”
Glory: “And if it comes down to us...then what?”
Miss Liberty: “Then we’ll just have to settle our differences because only one of us is going to win the whole thing. Whether you agree to it or not, it is certainly not up for debate.”
Glory: “Yeah...because it’ll be me who’s going to be winning the War Rumble. And you’ll just have to live with that.”
Miss Liberty: (rolling her eyes) “If you say so.”
Glory: “I know so.”
Miss Liberty: “Good. Then may the best woman win.”
[Miss Liberty sticks her hand out offering her tag partner a handshake. Glory returns the gesture as she firmly shakes Liberty's hand begrudgingly.]
(Scene fades)
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Post by Victor Kall on Jan 26, 2024 17:34:48 GMT -6
Victor Kall needed to get out of the city. He needed to leave Los Angeles. That was a far more difficult task than expected. Usually, he would take what meager possessions he had on him, which amounted to anything that could fit in a duffel bag, and head to his next destination. He believed himself to be one of the last of his kind; a rover, a tramp, a wanderer. There weren't any romantic notions to call himself such, it was just a matter of knowing his nature. His nature was nomadic. He had no friends or family, or any trappings that kept him tied to one place, made him act a certain way. Get a job, get a car, get a job working at a bank, or a warehouse, punching a clock, going home, eating the same five dinners week in and week out until his clock was punched. If that kind of lifestyle was forced on him, then take him back to the hospital right now. Then again, nobody ever forced Victor Kall to do something that he didn't want to do.
But he would have to stay around Los Angeles, at least for a few more days. He would be participating in the WarTime Rumble as one of forty people doing battle in a ring, much like the old warriors, prisoners and slaves of the Roman Colosseum two thousand years ago. He doubted there would be lions, even though that would make things way more interesting. The winner would no doubt be catapulted into a greater spotlight. That presented a troubling challenge for Victor. A spotlight meant more eyes on him, it meant more people wanting something from him, wanting to ask questions, wanting to take little pieces out of him, out of his skin, wanting to rip him apart for their own self-serving interests and amusement.
So, what will you do about it?
The voice inside was starting to ask questions, like it always did when Victor didn't want to think about the answers. He would have to think about the questions though, so he could anticipate how best to answer them. Careful (with that ax) not to let them in too much. They like stock answers. They like to hear about what you're going to do in the ring. Victor didn't give them any of that before his match with John Blade. He heard rumblings that he was supposed to be a sacrificial lamb for Blade to get his win back. Surely this skinny, pale, weirdo would not pose much of a threat for someone who's something of a legend in ECWF. But he did pose a threat. He won, and he did it convincingly. That caused them to clamor for a word from this 'mysterious newcomer'. He heard rumblings of being labeled that as well. They were very good at figuring out where he was staying, even if he didn't stay in motels. He saw the two-person camera crew loitering around on his way back from that bodega with the friendly tabby cat on the counter. If he didn't get out in front of this, they would surprise him eventually.
Remember that fair-haired child who stumbled upon where you slept?
No! That wasn't his fault! He meant that child no malice. Another incident like that, and then the police would descend on him, with their guns and clubs and threats and their stink of sweat and french fries. He would need to get out in front of this. Which is why he wrote and dropped off the letter that he did. If they were to come, he wanted to be ready, and on his terms.
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Should you waste your time. In my valley. Beneath my sky. A spire of darkness reaches for the heavens.
That's what the letter said in scrawled handwriting that was held in front of the camera. As it dropped out of view, we can see a video camera view from inside a vehicle. The person holding the camera is in the passenger seat with the car stopped on the side of the road. The camera zooms in on a sign in front of them.
'Welcome to SKY VALLEY'
Shortly after the zoom, a door can be heard slamming shut, a car engine starting, and the car pulling out back onto the road.
Camera man: "Have a nice piss?"
Driver: "It's weird that you need to ask me that."
The car moved along the road in the dusk under lavender sky. No cars or trucks passed them on the road going the opposite direction. The landscape around here was desolate and dusty desert; they passed by the occasional building and rusted out car that was born out of the glory days of American automotive excellence.
Driver: "Are you not even a little bit concerned as to where we're going?"
Camera man: "Not really. He's a wrestler, not some maniac. I mean, we're recording this, so what's the worst that can happen?
Driver: "Have you not seen those found footage movies?"
Camera man: "You mean those fictional movies, yes I've seen those."
Driver: "Ok, well yeah, those are fictional, but fiction is born out of reality. Didn't someone say that?"
Camera man: "You just did."
Driver: I mean some famous author, like Shakespeare or James Patterson."
Camera man: "Those are your go to for famous authors? It goes Shakespeare, James Patterson and then everyone else like Faulkner, or Dickens, or Steinbeck?"
Driver: "Whatever man, I don't know why I talk to you."
They continued driving in silence as the car's GPS lead them to make a right turn down an unnamed street. There were two ranch style houses on either side near the corner, but the car passed those, bumping along the pot marked filled asphalt. Darkness lie ahead of them, with the only illumination coming from the car's headlights. The driver turned the high beams on and saw that the road itself wound through more desert. Another thirty seconds or so and dim, white lights started to appear in the distance. As they got closer to the lights, a parking area emerged on the left side with people gathering around, talking and drinking out of Solo cups. This lot connected to another larger area with more cars but also about half-dozen campers and a few tents set up. This is where the car comes to a park, and doors open with the riders getting out.
Camera man: "Grab the sound equipment."
Driver: "Yeah I know."
The camera pans over surroundings, and it's now that we can hear music in the background, starting for a few seconds and then abruptly stopping, repeating this pattern a few times. With the headlights turning off, the only illumination in the area came from cell phones and the din from a light post that blinked and buzzed, almost mirroring a man's dying gasps of breath. Lights from the camera did provide some light that washed over the area, causing some of the people lingering in the lot to shield their eyes.
Driver: "So what are we looking for? Where is this guy?"
Camera man: "What did that note say again?"
Off-camera we can hear paper rustling.
Driver: "Should you waste your time, in my valley, beneath my sky, a spire of darkness reaches for the heavens. Got anything from that?"
The camera shakes as if its holder is shaking their head. The camera kept panning over the area, zooming in on some people who were all dressed pretty similarly. Jeans, blue and black, and a mix of t-shirts, flannel shirts and hoodies. Across the lot, the camera ran over the tents it had seen before, stopping on a dark colored one that was taller than the rest. It had a point on top, almost like a teepee, and was pushed back into some high brush away from the rest of the makeshift community.
Camera man: "That look like a 'spire of darkness' to you?"
Driver: "I don't know what a spire is, but yes, let's go check out that creepy, isolated tent."
The camera made its way towards the dark tent, passing by people who were suddenly very interested in the visitors. A few of them stuck their faces in the camera, going 'wooo!' or making some other random noises. They didn't impede progress towards the tent. Music again started up in the near distance, as another set of lights shone on the area from the left, positioned so that it cut through the darkness and caused the tent to cast its own warped shadow. This caused an effect as if there was a twin tent right next to it. When they were about ten feet away, a gust of wind blew the tent flap just the slightest, lifting and showing a slight pool of light on the ground inside. Hesitation is shown on the camera operator's part, but they proceed and pull back the flap after one of the two men let out a heavy, audible sigh.
The inside is sparse. The illumination on the floor is the result of a small, battery operated lantern that sits at the feet of the tent's sole occupant. The light of the camera shows the subject to be sitting on an aluminum folding chair, hunched over, elbows on knees with a black cowl covering his entire head and upper body, the ends dangling around ankles. Through the bottom part we can also see black pants, with the cuffs tucked into matching colored boots. White, chalky fingers stick out from underneath the shroud. The figure doesn't raise their head despite the intrusion of two men holding a camera and other equipment.
Camera man: "Uhh, hi. Are you Victor Kall? Do we have the right place?"
Without moving, they received a response.
Victor: "I suppose I should've put the light on the outside of the tent. But then I'd be shrouded in darkness. There's too much darkness as it is."
All was silent inside the tent as music continued to stop and start outside of the tent.
Victor: "Sorry. I didn't mean to go all emo on you. His troubled thoughts and from the bottom stir, the hell within him. I am Victor Kall. I am soon to be number eight. Forty souls, like forty thieves, scratching and clawing their way towards a treasure in the desert. What is it that you wish to know?"
Camera man: "Well, to be honest, we don't really interview people. We just kind of show up with the camera, point and shoot, you say what's on your mind and we package it together for the show."
There was that silence again. The music had stopped outside, as had any revelry, other than the patter of footsteps leaving the area. They faded out, swallowed by the outside darkness, leaving the three men in the tent in their own world. The cowl around Victor's head rose an inch, but still, did not betray anything underneath. Victor's tone was soft, world weary.
Victor: "My mind. Say what's on my mind. That, I've discovered, can be a dangerous proposition. I've said things before that drew police officers, because they called it disturbing the peace. Who knew words could disturb peace like guns, and bombs, and drones? Society has decided a long time ago that there's not much room for Victor Kall. It doesn't have much use for me, which is fine. I don't have much use for them. I'd rather sit back and just enjoy the obscenery of it all, so to say. So you want to know what's on my mind?"
Before they could answer, Victor started to stand up. He spread his arms and the cowl seemed to double in size, becoming a cape around his shoulders. His bare chest and stomach were exposed, the light of the camera picking up the black and white paint splashed on his face.
Victor: "Pain, is on my mind. I have been invited to participate in the WarTime Rumble for ECWF. I've only wrestled one match, against John Blade. A legend, they told me. I was not impressed. I was looking for that pain, and he barely scratched my surface. It's like a drug, this itch that I have. Some call it sadomasochism, but they'd be wrong. Those people only like to receive, but me, I like to dole out in equal measure. That's why this match is so, appealing to me. Forty thieves, forty demons, confined, entering one by one until only one can stand. I don't know anybody else really in this match, I don't have any targets, I don't have any hatreds towards any single individual. I do have pain though, that needs to be distributed. Vows made in pain, as violent and void, where wounds of deadly hate have pierced so deep. Do you know what's out there?"
Camera man: "Uhh, pain?"
Victor looked straight in the camera, stoic.
Victor: "No, don't be silly. I mean out there, outside the fabric walls of my domicile? They call them generator parties. For years, musicians and citizens have flocked to these parts in the desert. Past the ears of those who might file a noise complaint, bringing easily accessible equipment, hooking them up to generators and playing as loud as they wish. There's a freedom in that, you see? They're communing as one with the sound and their expression. There's no police, there's no security, if some kind of ultraviolence was to break out, really it's every person for themselves."
Victor shrugged off his cape and took a step forward. The music started up again and stayed going, grungy rock with cheers from an appreciative crowd.
Victor: "So I'm out here, to prepare for Saturday. Farewell remorse! All good to me is lost!"
With that, Victor darted past the two men out of the tent. The camera turned to follow, but all they saw was the flap closing behind them.
Camera man: "Holy crap, let's go!"
With that, the camera exited the tent, its light cutting through the darkness with not a soul in sight. Footsteps started to pick up as the lens bobbed up and down with its holder breaking out into a run. In the distance they could see a makeshift stage lit up, with people playing their instruments and a crowd forming around them. Suddenly, the camera stopped as a scream could be heard through the crowd. The music abruptly stopped as more yells and screams could be heard. All of the sudden, the two men were backing up a few steps as a stampede of people were coming at them. Wave after wave of panicked spectators, some bumping into the camera operator, until one person, a large, bald, goateed man with a gash on his cheek, smashed into the operator, causing the man to fall backwards. The view was now parallel to the ground, seeing legs and feet fleeing towards the lot.
Driver: "Dude, get up, we need to be going!"
Camera man: "We don't know what's going on though."
Driver: "Who cares, people are running, we should run in their direction!"
The camera started to steady itself as the operator was getting to his feet. He turned to see the backs of people running away, including the driver, revealed to be a short, skinny man with glasses. The man pointed towards the camera, causing it to swing around. It did, precisely one foot away from Victor Kall, who was staring straight ahead and wearing a ghastly grin on his lips. Without warning, Victor spit at the lens, obscuring the picture now with blood and a flesh-colored chunk. The action caused the camera to jerk back, but Victor's hands shot out, grabbing the camera by the sides and pulling it to his face.
Victor: "The facile gates of Hell are too slightly barred. See you all Saturday."
With a shove backwards, the camera cut to black.
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Post by TJ Alexander on Jan 27, 2024 6:59:42 GMT -6
(The scene opens up and we see TJ Alexander sitting in a stairwell in the ECWF Arena, TJ who is wearing some blue jeans, black converse shoes, a black buttoned shirt and a black leather jacket with a gold chain around his neck) “It was only just a few days ago on Monday Night Mayhem where yours truly not only took the Next-Gen Champion Dan Anderson to his limits, but got the better of him as well, not for the Next-Gen championship luckily for Dan Anderson, but to qualify and continue onto the ECWF world heavyweight tournament, at the current time, myself and Dan Anderson have only had two singles matches throughout our time here in ECWF, and both have had victories over one and other, but in the scale of things, my victory last Mayhem was the more worthy and important win, because I step closer to that world heavyweight title as close as I’ve ever been. But that is still far in the distance to really see beyond the clouds. However what isn’t too far to see is this weekend when ECWF presents World War 4 and many matches are on this pay-per-view but none of them are more important than the Wartime Rumble match where forty competitors across not just ECWF but competitors who have joined us from other companies, overall a forty rumble match is the main event of World War 4.”
(TJ grins)
“And as many have tried to grab the highest spots not many have been able to get that lucky, many have had their spots early in the match and therefore they’ll have more difficult time in it, while yours truly has grabbed himself the number thirty one spot, and that is a far more appealing, and my chances of winning is greater than most, and I see a sea of talent that is behind me and in front of me that are wondering how their gonna fare in this match, mostly rumbles are clusterfuck’s that I don’t like, but this rumble has turned my head, this rumble I see the catalyst for me getting what I deserve and that’s the damn spotlight.”
(TJ pauses)
“Everyone has dreams of winning this rumble some are worthy dreams some are futile, but the ones that are futile are the ones that are the ones that are walking back when I am stepping into the ring, when they see me fly past them with their heads in shame, when they see me run along the isle and climb into the ring and I see who’s in the ring and I see who is still left to come out, then I am gonna bunker down and strategize and plan out how I am gonna be the last one standing.”
(TJ pauses)
“I am not going to count and direct attention on every single person who’s involved because that will take me a month to do, but a very handful of talent I will address, and first we have Glory and Miss Liberty both of which I know of in my time in ICW, both of which have no idea that the sudden change from being in ICW and ECWF are very different, and unfortunately for them pair, their gonna need another super-power than being super fast, like invisible, because being drafted in early as number two in the Wartime rumble, isn’t gonna do themselves any favours, Sorry girls but your brief appearance in ECWF is short-lived.”
(TJ pauses)
“Next we have Viktor Kall someone who made his debut recently in ECWF and had a very impressive win against John Blade, Viktor Kall your win against John Blade wasn’t that much impressive, everyone and their dog can beat John Blade, John Blade is a parasite on this business, a laughing stock, and you did what most people do, and beat him. Viktor Kall you and I might not actually meet but if we do my name is TJ Alexander, and you can call me the winner of the wartime rumble, unfortunately for you Viktor you’re entry is an early number, and that smells trouble for you, unless you have the endurance, but I’d expect not. By the way you go about yourself, you like pain, you like to inflict pain, and that is gonna take a big toll on your body, where you won’t last. Viktor Kall you’re looking at the 2024 winner of the Wartime Rumble.”
(TJ pauses)
“Then we have the Frenzy clan who got ever other number ahead of me, now how is that? Did they miraculously get luckier than me or did they do some under-handed trick to get those numbers, either way I know what I have to do, I know that the entire Frenzy clan will be targeting me, and teaming up to get me out, and that’s smart, because when I get in that ring, I am using every fibre and every grit that I have to remain standing, remaining on my feet, and digging my heels firmly into the mat, Mark Frenzy and every other person related or with the Frenzy name, can kiss my arse because you’ll turn on each other before you can get me out, the thought of winning the wartime rumble will play on every Frenzy member and they’ll turn on Mark, believe that, but also believe that after all that, when the dusts settles it will be me standing tall.”
(TJ pauses)
“And everyone else who I might have missed, good luck because you’re gonna need it.”
(Scene ends)
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Post by Chris King on Jan 27, 2024 13:22:24 GMT -6
Mark Frenzy walks into a room with a spotlight on him. He’s dressed in a nice three piece maroon suit and has his signature shades covering his face. He sits in what looks like an empty movie theater. Mark runs his hand across the railing in front of him. It seems to his own personal theater room in his five room home in the suburbs of Chicago. Mark hunches over a bit and smirks into the camera.
“What a journey it has been. (The camera pans to the movie screen as lots of footage of his rookie days to now. The footage shows all his victories and even some of his failures) Since day one my goal has been to be the guy. The man that people talk about. The fans love to hate or boo. I came back to ECWF to make it what it once was. The place use to be something that people talked. Loved it or hated it and sometimes Ill admit I hated working here. It wasn't even the office but the idiots who received contracts.”
Mark shakes his head as he holds some pictures in his hand. There are several in his hands.
“Former ECWF world champion Nikita Niles told me something. Something that I had to think about. It is that I had to let go of what happened in 2010. It was literally twelve years ago and that created a root of bitterness in my heart. I despised this industry because of certain people. However outside of that, Nikita was the worst ECWF champion in this company's history. Oh but she's a woman and these are different times. I just shook my head and then I walked out. Then wouldn't you know she got a swelled head after beating every male talent. She made us all water down what we could say. She wanted to be equal but in reality she didn't. She wanted everyone beneath her and like fools we all fell for it.”
Mark holds up pictures of certain people.
“Hannah Walters for politicking backstage to get her way and for getting segments of mine canceled because the big wigs would rather watch her shake her booty than see a groundbreaking needle moving segment.”
Mark burns her picture.
“You are now no one and guess what you aren’t relevant anymore. Here I am still doing this and where are you Hannah? Making babies with that loser Eli Sykes. Another person who is a dirt-bag in a half.”
Mark burns his photo as the ashes fall to the floor.
“Samantha Brooks is a terrible person to work for. She treated myself and my brothers disgustingly. Again, where is she? That’s right nowhere and I’m still here.”
Mark burns her photo and someone comes along and sweeps the ashes into the trash.
“For 20 plus years I have worked hard to be the very best in this industry. My blood, sweat and tears have paved the way for a lot of inspiring young talent to push past barriers. Now here I am and where are the ones that pushed me to the brink of insanity? They are at home retired and forgotten. None of them will be remembered and They need to be removed from any wrestling hall of fame.”
Mark stares at the empty ring that the spotlight shines on next. He sits there and views all of his past victories in the wrestling business. He smirks at the good ones and sneers at the bad ones. He then looks and sees the spotlight shine on the poster for ECWF World War 4. He brushes the dirt off his shoulders and then smiles.
“I’m in a good place here in ECWF aren’t I? I am part of the 2023 faction of the year. The best collection of wrestlers to ever grace God’s green earth. I have an amazing future ahead simply put that I have a chance to be an undisputed champion. The founding father of extreme will hold both of the top prizes. You see how that works you peasants. There isn’t a man or woman. I can’t believe that in this world women actually think they can hang in my world.”
Mark chuckles a bit as he glares at the image of the current world champion Heather Haze.
“Oh yes! Old Heather pig nose herself. The woman that has fooled everyone with her funny skits that she is actually talented in the ring. More like talentless if you ask me. I have sat here and planned in my head about what I would say. Well let me just say this. If I get the chance to step between the ropes with you. You better believe that I will put you down and out. You wont ever wrestle again and you want to know why? You and women like you have ruined this business. You expect us men to go with it. It will be better in the long run. All it has done is devalued the champion and title matches as a whole.”
Mark clears his throat as he continues to speak. Leena comes up to him and sits down next to him.
“So, Mark, I see you are speaking of his rumble. Are you ready to destroy them my conquering beast? Are you ready to toss each of those fools out and be victorious?”
Leena asked pumping Mark up as He smiles wide.
“In a word yes. I am ready for what’s to come. They all need to be ready and as for Little TJ. You need to watch your mouth and as for me and my family. We are good and a solid unit. Were as close as we have ever been. They understand what this means for all of us. They know that me being champion is for the greatest of good. This is about the championship and what it means to get there. Its time for everyone to get the picture. Mark Frenzy is the greatest of all time. It doesn’t matter who you are or what you think you’ve done. I was ”
Mark stands up and smiles wide.
“Look into the camera and look right here. (Mark points at himself) I’m not the same Mark Frenzy I was during my last run. The man that was is no more. The lovely Leena has brought me back from the dead. I’m ready to do what I have to be the world champion. I’m the king of mayhem, the remarkable one, the perfect example, the soon to be rumble winner and world champion. I went into the hall of fame while half the roster was going through puberty. Well all except Scotty, who was beaten into the mat this past week. I see what’s ahead and the path is clear. It’s simple and that is throw thirty nine people over the top rope and win. Oh wait there is one little detail that everyone needs to remember. I'm number 40 and that means I'm going to have the advantage going in. I wont have to watch my back going into this match. I will be fresh and after the dust settles and the air clears my hand will be raised high above my head."
Mark stands there and continues to glare into the camera
" Unlike everyone else in this match. I don't have to rely on theatrics or costumes. I don’t have to do some big budget long winded production and stand here and talk about how I’m gonna’ change the game or whatever. What you see with Mark Frenzy is what you get.”
Leena is in awe of Mark as she hands him a bottle of water. Mark unscrews the cap and downs it really quick and hands her the empty bottle.
“Some people are making threats and they won’t live up to hype. Its time for everyone to know who’s the man around here and it starts in the rumble and it ends at StarCade. See you all there and no worries its already over!”
Mark and Leena stand side by side as the camera fades to black.
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Post by Sam Steele on Jan 27, 2024 19:59:38 GMT -6
World War was upon us as the fans filled into the arena, but instead of following the fans into the arena, the scene had cut to a different room, with the letters "Earlier this Week" in the corner of the television screen we were in what looked like a training facility with the logo of the old Sons of Chaos on the wall with the words Chaotic Wrestling School entangling in the logo. It then revealed that former World Tag Team Champion and World Six-Man Tag Team Champion Sam Steele training in one of the many wrestling rings, with his tag team partner and sparring partner, Michael Shaw. The camera soon stopped on Darren Colby and McKenzie Blake watching from afar. Finally coming to an end Sam Steele rolled out of the ring, making his way towards the camera with a smile.
"The Messiah of the Piledriver" SAM STEELE: "Forty people or that's what ECWF is billing this match as, but what they need to understand is it's not about those thirty-nine guys... it's about ONE man, ONE superstar that will outperform and out work all of them! Now there's been a shit load of winners, marking from 2003 all the way to 2023 and it all started with the very first Rumble winner, Mark McConnell and from there it's a list of whose, who... from JJ Adkins and Rockin' Lunatic, to James Champ and Damon Cross... even the women had their chance in the sun like Crystal Zdunich and Amy Jo Smyth! They have all lived out their little dreams of winning the Wartime Rumble and go straight to the main event of StarrCade for the world heavyweight championship! Something I've never even thought about capturing... at least until now that is, see boys and girls I've been here and dominated the tag team division... I've dominated the six-man tag team division, hell I traveled all over the entire fucking world, dominating everywhere I've been... becoming a World Champion anywhere and everywhere! But still I've always felt driven to come back and conquer two things, first win the Wartime Rumble and second, becoming a world champion—tonight I secure the first one, I fight and survive against the odds, win the Wartime Rumble! It doesn't matter who the fuck I gotta go through to get there, because when the night is over and the pyro has hit... it won't be a "Frenzy Dream Night", shit we won't even be living in the Era of the Age of Fall! That night belongs to Hard Knox and that's me! Saturday night in LA the world will be watching as history is made in ECWF, because when the time comes the entire ECWF roster, the entire world... hell the entire fucking UNIVERSE ain't gonna be able to stop the Messiah of the Piledriver, PILEDRIVE HIS WAY INTO THE HISTORY BOOKS... as well as into the MAIN EVENT of the biggest show in ECWF; Starrcade!"
He paused, looking over at the pictures hung up on the wall, past Wartime Rumble winners on one side and the 39 other wrestlers, men and women hung up on the other side, including a picture of himself in between both.
"The Messiah of the Piledriver" SAM STEELE "At this point the 40 wrestlers you see here are all having these dreams Diamond Steele, Glory, Miss Liberty, Robert Armstrong, Rodrigo Afonzo, Ryan Kruger, Ariana Bordeaux, Viktor Kall, Jonah Black, Dark Tiger, Lilith Leviathan, Caine Marik, JD Hollywood, Lucian Reinhardt, Ryan Samuels, Angellus, Sarah Frost, Lylah Lionhart, Jigsaw, Steven McKnight, Ace Sky, Roxanne, former Wartime winner Crystal Zdunich, DKM, Robert Saints, Jacob Letoa, Jay Reynolds, Dan Anderson, Travis Deacon Hall, Scotty Paine, TJ Alexander, the entire Frenzy clan, Latoya Hixx and John Blade—all of those men have there own little pipe dreams of leaving the Crypto.com Arena win the honor and privilege of calling themselves a survivor... the 2024 Wartime Rumble WINNER! But twenty-nine of those people are gonna be in for a fucking nightmare! Now I'd admit, I don't know half of them or what they've done in this business, but it doesn't matter because I have trained for this situation my entire goddamn life... just waiting for the opportunity to shine and make a name for myself... turn the name 'Sam Steele' into a name like Kevin Hunter and Eric Donovan... My name will soon be etched into stone as World Heavyweight Champion! But first, I etch my name into the history of the Wartime Rumble!"
He zones in on the pictures of The Frenzy's and Dan Anderson a look of amusement and anger filled his face.
"The Messiah of the Piledriver" SAM STEELE "Dan Anderson, a fucker that thinks he's better than everybody... he thinks because he's been Nex*Gen Champion for however long he's been, makes him some unstoppable force, but I got news for you Danny-boy, the only reason you've been Nex*Gen Champion for as long as you have is because of two reasons—one because the fuckers running this place have protected your ass for as long as they can remember... and secondly, because the truth is this place has taken more breaks, and hiatus' than my old senile grandmother took shits! The time will come that your reign will come to an end! Just like your reign as World Tag Team Champions. Then there is the ongrowing Frenzy clan... Mark Frenzy, Chris Frenzy, Freddy Funk, Matthew Frenzy, and whoever else there mommy and daddy popped out... see boys we've got history, I'm talking Starrcade history man, I got a question for you motherfuckers, do you remember March 26, 2023 – Madison Square Garden in New York City? Of course you do, your little family NEVER forgets a day do they, well let me remind you anyways... Starrcade XVI, Eight-man Tag Team ICONS match, that was the night when the Savage Kingdom... the Sons of Chaos went from Hall of Famers to Hall of Fame ICONS!"
He ripped the pictures off the wall and threw them on the floor, leaving just the past Wartime Rumble winners up and his, Darren and McKenzie made there way into the frame.
"The Messiah of the Piledriver" SAM STEELE "Saturday night, World War -- I need to fucking survive the Wartime Rumble, I need to go to the main event of StarrCade and I need to become World Heavyweight Champion! 30-participates... 40-participants even though it was 100-participants, I don't give a shit... I will stop at nothing until I am the last one standing in the middle of that ring as it is announced that that I am the 2024 Wartime Rumble winner... and I pointing at that Starrcade sign signifying my destiny of being the next World Heavyweight CHAMPION!"
His eyes focused on his own picture hanging with the past Wartime Rumble winners, a smile slowly formed on his face as he stepped back, almost admiring the possibility of him being the 2024 Wartime Rumble winner and making it to StarrCade. McKenzie watched as Sam took a step back, his eyes still on the his photo next to the past Wartime Rumbler winners, she smirked.
McKENZIE BLAKE "This has been the hardest training he has done in months, all because he's focused on one thing and that's becoming a Wartime Rumble winner! The one night that wrestlers fight to survive for one reason a World Heavyweight Title match at Starrcade -- wrestlers from all over the world come by to tempt their own fate and maybe in the past Wartime Rumbles, they all had a chance... but this year, when your stepping into that ring with a dangerous man like Sam, you may want to go live out another dream, because your dream tonight is gonna burned to ashes! There will only be one name etched in the history books of ECWF tonight and his name is Sam 'fucking' STEELE!"
"The Nightmare Reaper" DARREN COLBY "Saturday night in Los Angeles at World War, the moment of truth will happen as Sam, steps into that Rumble, with one girl... one opportunity to with all do respect step out of the tag team division and into something that I know he deserves and is owned, to be the main eventer he was being made to become! Call him the heir to the throne, or whatever the hell you wanna call him after Saturday, but you can for sure call him one thing and that's Wartime Rumble SURVIVOR! This man has done everything a man can do to move up the ladder, making a name for himself everywhere he's been becoming Heavyweight Champion in companies all over the world... all in preparation for this moment, Saturday... January 27th -- World War 2024, Thirty-nine other superstars fighting for the dream... of main evening the biggest show in ECWF and the Messiah is gonna be the one to do it!"
"The Messiah of the Piledriver" SAM STEELE "Starrcade is what everyone dreams of, the World Heavyweight Championship is what all the wrestlers in the back drive for... one will survivor as thirty-nine motherfuckers fall, some might say it's their dreams to main event Starrcade, and they're all right... it is there dreams, and on Saturday dreams is how it will stay for all thirty-nine other men and women -- because it's only ONE man's destiny to win this fucking WAR... it's only one man's DESTINY to go straight to Starrcade and main event that show for the World Heavyweight Championship! You're looking at the man with that destiny... and soon to be the Messiah of the Wartime RUMBLE! this Dragon Slayer will rise up like a phoenix from the ashes as the rest of you motherfuckers will fall, and the next time you see me... the next time the ECWF fans sees Sam Steele I will be Wartime Rumble survivor and I will have my spot in the main event at Starrcade secured and ready as I claim my fucking destiny of becoming ECWF World Heavyweight Champion, like it or not... this Messiah is about to become KING of Wartime!"
He smiled rolling back into the ring with Shaw and a few of the others, tossing them out with ease as McKenize smiled. Darren looked back into the camera with a smile of is own before running his hand over his jaw.
"The Nightmare Reaper" DARREN COLBY "Saturday night ladies and gentlemen, dreams are meant to be broken... bones are meant to shatter underneath your own wait, not only will there be broken dreams and shattered bones... they're will also be bodies laid to waste along the way as the Messiah of the Piledriver takes his place at the top of this company... Wartime Rumble will be only the beginning of the Dragons Reign over Extreme Championship Wrestling Federation! BEWARE THIS DRAGONS FIRE WILL BE YOUR LAST! January 27 the wrestling world will be in for more history it just won't be the history that the rest of these idiots think it's gonna be... it ain't gonna be them making it to the main event of the biggest ECWF event, it's gonna be Sam Steele... showing the world just why he's the future of this business and ECWF, it'll be him show the world and his peers that he is the Messiah of the Wartime Rumble... as well as soon to be the Messiah of Starrcade!"
Darren snickered as bodies continued to fly out of the ring behind them, Steele continued training for the Wartime Rumble, McKenzie slowly turned back towards the camera with a sweet smile forming across her face.
"LET THE WAR BEGIN!"
Before slowly walking towards the ring Sam was in. Darren continued to watch as what sounded like the voice of Sam Steele come over the speaker.
"WARTIME WILL BRING A BLOODBATH TO ALL! BUT ONLY THE DRAGON WILL SURVIVE THIS BLOODBATH!"
A demonic laugh was heard as Steele continued tossing carcass' from the ring, the crowd let out a roar of cheers as a "NEXT WORLD CHAMP! NEXT WORLD CHAMP!" chant broke out through the now live Crypto.com Arena in Los Angeles, California as the scene faded to black.
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Post by The Age of Fall on Jan 27, 2024 21:57:47 GMT -6
Scene 1
Revolution 182 has came to an end with Jay Reynolds ending the show by becoming the new Horror-Core Champion, overcoming the legendary Scotty Paine in his own environment. Dan Anderson and Roxanne would lose their World Tag Team Championships but they don't seem too bothered about it. In fact, they are pretty happy about losing the Championships as now, the Hillbilly Reapers have inherited the curse of the World Tag Team Championships. Now, Roxanne can focus her attention on the Women's World Championship while Dan continues his seemingly never ending reign as the Nex*Gen Champion. However, their actions towards the end of the Fatal Four Way Tag Team look a little questionable. They practically left their brother to the wolves. Even Lucian, who was teaming with Adrian in that match, walked out on him as well. What was their reason for doing that? Only the Age of Fall knows and one can assume there's some...malicious intentions behind it. After Revolution was over and majority of the Age of Fall minus one, Adrian, have just entered the parking lot, about to leave for the night. The group are wrapped up in their own conversations, talking amongst themselves. As they're walking through the parking lot, they hear a voice, angrily calling out to them. When they turn around to see who's voice it is, they see a irate Adrian Anderson approaching them. Adrian, not pleased with what went down towards the conclusion of the World Tag Team Championships match, confronts the group, standing in a few feet in front of Dan.
Adrian Anderson Hey! What the hell was that all about?! You were just going to leave me to get taken apart by those Hillbillies and take the pin?
Dan Anderson Sacrifices had to be made, my dear brother. Even if it meant sacrificing you to get rid of those cursed World Tag Team Championships then so be it. It's all just a means to an end.
Adrian Anderson Oh, I get it now. You only did it because I inadvertently Super Kicked you. You let the Hillbilly Reapers finish me off so you blame me for you and Roxy not being the World Tag Team Champions anymore. It was a accident that I struck you instead of that big stumbling goof. But apparently, you didn't see that way as you shoved me and ended up arguing with me.
Dan Anderson I admit, I let my emotions get the best of me in that moment but Adrian, you're so naive if you couldn't see the bigger picture. If you couldn't see the vision...
Unknown to Adrian, Jay has handed his Horror-Core Championship to Gage and gets himself into position, out of Adrian's eye sight, as if he's getting ready to do something.
Adrian Anderson Your vision involves me being the sacrificial lamb? Your own brother? Just to rid yourselves of the World Tag Team Championships? I can't wrap my head around this...vision of yours. If it wasn't for me, you and Roxy would of lost the World Tag Team Championships at All or Nothing! What's the thanks I get for sticking my neck out for the group? My own brother, letting me take a Spear from Steven McKnight then the group who I thought had my back, abandoning me and leaving me to perish. I think I understand now...
Adrian chuckles, shaking his head.
Adrian Anderson You're still mad that I didn't win the National Championship in my first match and have been holding it over me ever since. You waited for the right moment to get back at me. Ever since I joined the Age of Fall, you have held me to a high standard. You put all this pressure on me to succeed. It's almost like...you set me up to fail from the beginning. Well, I don't want to put under a microscope anymore. I don't want every little thing I do to be scrutinized. I'm done with all this. From this moment, I am...
Right before Adrian could finish his sentence, Jay would catch him off guard with a Super Kick. While Adrian is on the ground, holding his jaw, Jay stares down at him, running a hand through his hair. Jay then beating down Adrian with some mounted punches, raining down right hands and...Dan doesn't stop him. Instead, he's just watching with a grin on his face. Jay picks Adrian up and throws him shoulder first into a nearby car. Adrian clutches his shoulder as he seated against the car, slumping against it. Gage hands Jay back his Horror-Core Championship, who places it back over his shoulder. Before Adrian could process what's happening, Roxanne runs at Adrian and hits a Knee Strike to Adrian, who's head bounces off of the car. As Roxanne backs away, Dan nods his head at Lucian and Jonah who goes over to Adrian and the two start stomping away on Adrian. They drag Adrian towards the hood of the car, pulls him up, and the two hit a Double Chokeslam onto the hood of the car as Dan hands Gage his Nex*Gen Championship. While Adrian is laid out on the hood, Dan climbs onto the trunk and goes to the top of the car. He then walks over to Adrian, grabs him by the arm, pulls up towards the top of the car, and lifts up to his feet.
Dan Anderson You're out...brother.
It's the last thing Dan says to Adrian before he drops his own brother with a DOA on top of the car. Dan has a smirk on his face, sitting on the trunk for a few seconds then hops off, getting handed his Nex*Gen Championship. With all the commotion going on, the referees and medical personnel rush to check on Adrian. The Age of Fall backs off, smirks on their face, satisfied with what they did. They then make their exit, leaving Adrian laid out on the car as the referees and medical personnel checking on Adrian, the scene slowly fading to black.
Scene 2
It's a few days before World War 4 where the Age of Fall will taking part in the WarTime Rumble. While the others were training for the Rumble, Dan Anderson and Ryan Kruger are going over any last minute game plans for the match. The two are inside the Wrestling School/Facility they have found that's located in St. Louis, Missouri. The two are in training room of the building, the two dressed in casual clothing with Dan having the Nex*Gen Championship draped over his shoulder.
Ryan Kruger Looks like we're all set for the WarTime Rumble match. I managed to get every member of the Age of Fall a spot in the Rumble.
Dan Anderson Nice work, Ryan. With every member in the Rumble, our chances of the Age of Fall drastically increases. Though, it seems you couldn't resist and entered yourself into the match as well.
Ryan chuckles at what Dan said.
Ryan Kruger Heh, you know it. I couldn't help it. There was so many empty spots left and I figured I would enter myself as well. Plus, I always do like making appearances in Rumble matches.
The two briefly laugh.
Ryan Kruger Oh, I also snagged a spot for this guy.
A few seconds later, Jacob Letoa enters from the left side of the room.
Jacob Letoa Dan the Man, what's up, dawg?
Dan and Jacob laugh, the two doing some handshake.
Dan Anderson Jacob, how's it going? It's unfortunate about what happened at Retribution.
Jacob Letoa I'm not sweating it, uce. Just a minor setback. Nothing we can't bounce back from. ISIS got lucky with finding a partner at the very last second. If she had not found a partner, me and Jay would of beaten her down then took those EHWF World Tag Team Championships for ourselves. That's in the past now. I'm focused on the WarTime Rumble and making a impact in my first ECWF appearance.
Dan Anderson I have no doubt that you'll do great in the WarTime Rumble. Hopefully, the appearance would lead to you getting signed with ECWF. Something me and Ryan have been working very hard on.
Ryan Kruger With the bossman taking a backseat to focus on fishing or whatever, the GMs have taken charge. This might things easier for us to get you a ECWF contract but I'm still wearily on the bossman popping his head into our business and putting kibosh on the whole thing.
Jacob Letoa I appreciate y'all trying to get me signed with ECWF. Even if I don't get offered a contract, I still have EHWF and you know that we're going to take that place over! For now, I'm going to make the most of this opportunity and make a great first impression! Yeet! Well, I should get going and start training for the WarTime Rumble. I see you all later.
Dan Anderson Heh. Alright then. See you later, Jacob.
Jacob does another handshake with Dan and does one with Ryan then walks off. Once Jacob is gone, Dan and Ryan start talking again but the scene comes to an end before anything they are saying could be heard.
Scene 3
The scene opens up in a darkish room with a light shining down on a throne. Dan enters the room and sits in the throne, a slight grin on his face. He has the Nex*Gen Championship on his lap and a few seconds later, he is joined by Gage Atlas, who stands next to the throne, a stoic look on his face. He is also joined by his wife, Lilith Frost-Anderson, someone who hasn't been seen on ECWF programming since the Age of Fall returned to ECWF. She stands on the other side of Dan, also having a grin on her face. Dan drums his fingers on the arm of the chair, remaining silent for a couple of seconds before he starts speaking.
Dan Anderson The WarTime Rumble is upon us where forty competitors will battle it out, for a chance to headline StarrCade. With so many people taking part in the Rumble, it's only natural that factions will increase their odds of winning by having their members take as many spots as possible. Like the Frenzy Clan have done and of course, the Age of Fall has done it as well. It may be every person for themselves but for the Age of Fall, there's only one goal for us. Win. It doesn't matter who but one of us is going to win. We will work together to eliminate the field. Once it's only the Age of Fall left then we'll see what happens.
Dan let's out a small chuckle, running a hand through his hair as he sits up straight.
Dan Anderson You see, I'm all about making history and during my time in ECWF, I have done nothing but make history. Winning the Trios Championships in pay per view debut. I participate in War Games, a match you rarely see in ECWF. I won my first Tag Team Championship in my career, here in ECWF. I have won the Nex*Gen Championship a record breaking three times. Hell, my current reign as Nex*Gen Champion is probably the longest reign in ECWF history. If it's not then it will be. While I still plan on becoming a Grand Slam Champion with the Horror-Core Championship being the last Championship I need to accomplish, there is one other thing I want to do. Win a WarTime Rumble and I plan on doing just that. I'm going to make even more history at World War Four. By winning the WarTime Rumble and I'm going to do it as the Nex*Gen Champion.
The grin on Dan's face widens.
Dan Anderson For over a year, I have defeated any challengers that been placed in front of me. Some people may not like that I'm still the Nex*Gen Champion. Well, too bad. Deal with it. I have proven without a shadow of a doubt that I'm the greatest Nex*Gen Champion of all time. Let's face facts, I have carried ECWF on my back throughout 2023. Nobody has done the things I have done. Nobody has the record like I have in 2023. Throughout 2023, I was virtually unstoppable. I must of outshined all of the male roster members so badly that I was left off the Superstar of the year ballot to give everyone else a chance. That's ok though because in my mind, I'm the uncrowned Superstar of 2023.
Dan and Lilith laugh, Dan places the Nex*Gen Championship over his shoulder, leaning forward slightly.
Dan Anderson When the Age of Fall came back to ECWF, I practically had a Worldheavyweight Championship in my grasp. I was looking to facing off with Damon Cross then...Kevin Hunter had to stick his nose in my business and slither his way into another Championship opportunity, something that gets handed to him quite frequently. So I stepped back, watched him failed multiple times at becoming the Worldheavyweight Champion while I waited for my moment. Now here we are, the moment within my fingertips and all I have to do is outlast thirty nine other competitors, to finally get the one thing I waited so long for...a shot at the Worldheavyweight Championship. This time, I don't have to worry about anyone getting in my way. I don't have to worry about a certain someone trying to sneak into my match due to the brand split and that person being on the other brand. That Worldheavyweight Championship match is all mine and nobody is stopping me from finally getting my shot at the Worldheavyweight Championship. I will go through every single person in the Rumble to do just that. I will be the one who wins the WarTime Rumble! I will be the one who go on to the main event of StarrCade! I will be the one to challenge for the Worldheavyweight Champion next! Everyone else had their chance but now, it's my time. If you wish to stop me then I wish you good luck, you're going to need it. Heh. To all those in the Rumble, I leave you with this. Your fate has been sealed. Your demise is inevitable. Judgment Day is upon you. Remember the night where you met your downfall at the hands of Dan Anderson. The Best In The World. The reigning, defending Nex*Gen Champion. The next WarTime Rumble Winner and the next Worldheavyweight Champion.
Lilith Frost-Anderson Believe that.
Dan and Lilith smirk as Dan raises up from his seat, taking the hand of his wife, the Nex*Gen Championship draped over his shoulder. The two share a brief kiss before they make their exit, Gage following right behind them. Once the three are out of sight, the scene slowly fades to black.
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