DDWF

[Rich]

With the Beast seemingly looking unstopable, it seemed impossible to find him a suitable opponant, until during an exhibition an impressive young athlete dressed all in green and showing amazing martial arts ability was spotted. What is this beings true identity, and does he have what it takes to destroy The Beast?

[PW]

Rich, this is a fictional wrestling federation where you can be anything you'd like, and you come up with the Green Ranger and a washed-up Russian-Italian-Canadian, both of whom are fictional characters who've already existed?

Make some effort. Please. Like so...

The Green Ranger is swiftly dispatched by the Beast, taken by surprise during his victory speech at the exhibition with an Apocalypse Drop, despite doing what Marella failed to do and landing a punch or two. As PW enters the ring to cut a promo the following night, however, the arena goes black, sky blue pyro blasts into the sky, and the intro of Three Lions is heard.

On the ramp appears a seemingly out-of-place figure-a medium-sized, yet quite powerful figure wrapped in an England flag, and wearing sky blue from head to toe. Silently, he walks to the ring as the crowd wonder. The Beast moves.

"Who the hell is this guy? Get off my stage!"

He unleashes a barrage of kicks and punches, smashing the unmoving mystery man to the ground before setting him up on the top turnbuckle and making the all-too familiar gesture across his throat. Then he lands the feared Apocalypse Drop, stands up...

And so does the mystery man, smiling, as the crowd gasp. He stares at the Beast for a second, then takes the mike and says four words...

"Now, it's my turn."

Before PW can move, he's lifted into the air and slammed down. Groggy, he can't react as the mystery man, who's still only spoken those four words, lifts him up, places him sideways on his shoulders, and then whirls and drops. The Beast's head hits the mat with sickening force, and he lies motionless. The new guy takes the microphone.

"Now that I've made an entrance, let me introduce myself. I grew up on the terraces of football grounds. I stand for passion, loyalty, and pride. Me and the Beast were once friends, united by our love of the greatest sport on earth. But no longer. Now, I'm here to right his wrongs. I'm here to restore some good back to the DDWF. And I'm here to take what is rightfully mine."

He takes the belt and buckles it around his waist.

"Santino taught me to wrestle. And now he's gone to a better place (or a better contract), I'll carry on his memory. For I am proud. I am loyal. I am the hope. I am the dream. I am the roar of the West Terrace crowd. I am...the Rich. And the Beast? He's nothing any more".

The crowd rise to their feet as one...is the Beast's reign of terror over?

[Claret & Blue Army]

Great heavens above. This thug just destroyed the beast

[Rich]

The following night and the show opens with The Rich making his way up the ramp and into the ring. He snatches the microphone off the ring announcer and cuts a promo.

"I'd like to take this opportunity to call out The Beast (the crowd wait in anticipation but nothing happens.) Well it seems the Beast still hasn't recovered from the beating I handed him last night. Thanks to me the Beast has been extinct. Why you may ask, I'll tell you why, me and The Beast we grew up playing and watching football together. We were unbeatable at Cubbies Doubles, we hitch hiked to grounds up and down the country to watch our team, sometimes with nothing more than our match tickets and the clothes we were wearing. We were inseperable and always had each others backs, until one day he changed, he started playing and watching some stupid North American Sport called Ice Hockey (at which point sections of the Canadian crowd began to boo The Rich who up to now appeared as the face). At first I thought what the hell, its just a phase that he is going through, I even went to some games with him, but the phase continued and he started doing the unthinkable. He began to swap football away days for hockey away days. Its his life I thought, he's his own man but then the chance of a lifetime came, we managed to get tickets for a massive England game, The Beast said he'd take good care of the tickets until match day and I trusted him, but what did he go and do? He swapped them for a packet of Ice Hockey Player cards and forced me to miss one of the greatest England games of all time. For that I will never forgive him, he betrayed me, but most importantly he betrayed his English roots. I will not rest until he admits his wrongs and admits, that football is better than ice hockey".

The Rich then holds up the Intercontinental Title belt that he stole of The Beast then to everyone's surprise The Beast Entrance music hits and out comes The Beast on a pair of skates, with a hockey stick, by pure conincidence about 100 pucks are lined up on the stage and he begins fireing them towards the ring. The Rich quickly flees through the crowd, but anybody who thinks this issue is over is surely mistaken. What will happen next?

The ultimute war.

Football Versus Ice Hockey.

[PW]

A week or two passes with little action-the Rich is storming through the federation, one match away from the unbeaten record of the DDWF with his Sky Blue Slam finisher, and the Beast, too, appears to be lying low, appearing in a promo or two but not really doing much.

Until tonight's PPV at the Skydome, when the Rich is wrestling in a non-title match main-event match against a little-known but game powerhouse of a wrestler known as "the Villain" and going for the record. There's some bad blood between these two due to a long feud that has existed throughout the minor leagues...however no-one has ever taken the Villain on due to his rumoured ties to the Beer Money syndicate...indeed, he's even appeared with them a few times and has evolved a finisher known as the Astonisher. Rubbish name, and with a simple headbutt it's nothing too special either, but it works...

Until tonight, that is. The Villain has called Rich out, saying that he wants a proper opponent, and Rich has duly come to the ring. After Sky Blue Slamming him through a table, the Villain is groggy, and set up for another one...

Which never comes, as the referee is struck from behind by a mystery object thrown from the crowd. A rubber disc, which the Villain then picks up without knowing much about it (his arms being held by the Beast, who has now appeared from the crowd, much to Rich's shock) and conceals in his fist.

Amazingly, the resultant loaded punch and Astonisher doesn't subdue the Rich enough for a three-count...but combine that with PW catching the groggy Rich before he falls and whipping straight into an Apocalypse Drop before draping the nearly-unconscious Villain over him, it does. PW then leaves the ring silently as the referee comes round and taps one...two...three, costing the Rich the record in the worst way possible. Unfairly...

End credits...

[Rich]

Backstage and The Rich is fuming. He storms into the General Manager's office and demands a one on one match with PW later on in the night. However his request is declined by a GM concerned that it could be a risk giving The Rich a second match of the night. However the GM does state that the two fierce rivals will meet sometime in the future. He then announces a special challenge for PW, where he must take on three of the biggest, baddest professional hockey players in the World one by one in hockey fights. Should PW prove victorious in all three then he will get to choose the stipulations for his match with the The Rich. However should he fall in one of the fights, The Rich gets to choose the stipulations.

[Claret & Blue Army]

The crowd remembering a former identity of The Rich are chanting like Parkhead on Old Firm day "Rangers suck" ;D

The FX guys work overtime as a thunderbolt appears in the centre of the arena and a spotlight eminates from the far end. Swathed in the purest of light a figure emerges forwards and the crowd gasp in shock and awe at the appearance of.......




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