Young v Erikson

[UKWF]

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[wulferikson]

Erikson's video log slowly fades into a scene where Wulf arrives at his hotel room. He is dressed in a long faux fur coat over a black three piece suit. Wulf sighs as he drops a heavy looking duffel bag on his bed and his shoulders relax as he sits down next to it, facing the camera with a cocky smirk as he shrugs out of his coat and throws the hat onto the arm chair..

[Wulf Erikson]: "Honey..I'm home.."

He chuckles as he kicks his feet up on the night stand..

[Wulf Erikson]: "Geez, you know, a lot of people have some serious bad luck against workers of the quality of Drew Stevenson and Wulf Erikson..but poor ol' Rayne Young seems to be copping the worst of it, right?"

The video package shows quick snippets of Drew and Wulf beating on Rayne, and then switches to the Vaffunculo from last month, and then back to Wulf..

[Wulf Erikson]: "I mean, Blood Money, we just can't help beating the everloving piss out of this ham-fisted brawler, it's entertaining..it helps a guy vent to use another guy's head as a speed-ball, and his disposition is able to become zen once more. I guess you can say that Rayne has a head that needs a regular lariat..or maybe a pele kick or ten.."

Quick snippets from Drew's and Wulf's catalogues flash by of Drew roaring as he delivers a HARD lariat and his classic finishing move, as well as Wulf executing the aforementioned pele kick as well as a step-up enziguri and several other stiff kicks in his arsenal..

[Wulf Erikson]: "Leytonstone School Sports Centre, Leytonstone, Essex, at UKWF Defying The Odds 2017, The Silver Bullet and Rayne Young finally get the chance to tangle. I'm sure that you have been waiting for this day to arrive just as much as I have, Rayne.."

Footage of Rayne getting taken out by Blood Money followed by various clips of Rayne looking frustrated and furious, and then a clip from Wulf's catalogue of Wulf executing a mid-air cartwheel to avoid a spear..Wulf's voice over speaks while some more image of Wulf executing luchadore-approved moves flash by..

[Wulf Erikson]: "Some say that they don't blame you, Mr. Young, but this is where we're different. Even though we both a hunger to take another one without interference, the hunger is borne of completely different ideals. For yourself..you seek revenge..retribution.."

The video changes to another shot of Rayne looking frustrated, then a shot of Wulf and Drew with arms folded across their chests, each clutching a fistful of notes. Bank notes which seem to be coated with a dark red liquid..they smile evilly as the scene switches back to Wulf looking deadpan in the camera..

[Wulf Erikson]: "Not me, however. Me? I hunger for this match so I can kick the crap out of Rayne Young.."

The scene fades out on Wulf throwing his head back and laughing, followed by the UKWF logo flashing at the end..

[Rayne Young]

"I've got everything to lose, and nothing to gain."

The scene focuses on Rayne Young walking around Palmer Park, Detroit. High winds swirling around him, as the clouds gather. Rubbing his hands together, trying to create some warmth, before blowing hot air from his mouth into them.

"That's not really true though is it, Wulf? You see i'm hitting forty, twilight of my career. You at 21, have a whole career in front of you. And what do you choose to do with it? Stick your nose in my business. You choose to attack me successfully, twice. And as of yet, with no reprisal. But both times, Blood Money has chosen to blind side me. I'm not one to cry or moan, i've done that enough in the past to opponents. But what i've done, that Blood Money have failed to do so. Is stand before that opponent, face to face and let them have a half of chance to retaliate. And 95% of the time i've whooped that ass, but i've given them that chance to get to their feet and have a shot at me. But not Blood Money, no."

Walking around Palmer Park, Rayne is greeted by a few fans and signs autographs and poses for a few selfies, before excusing himself. Finding a bench, Rayne takes a seat and carries to talk.

"But at Defying The Odds, you'll have no where to run and hide, Wulf. You'll have to give me that chance to face you, face to face. No blind-siding, no interference. It's just you and me. You and Drew both think you're something you're not. You gloat at putting me on my arse, twice in a row. But i've got to wonder how two d**cks can be such p*****s. And both times you've put me on the canvas has been after me winning. Granted not in the way i would like, but a win is a win, none the less. And at Defying The Odds, not only will i win the way i want too. I will do so by putting you on your ass and out of it. And once i've left you a bloodied and embarrassed mess, i'll be inviting your buddy Drew out, and he'll be getting the same. Because on your own, neither of you can get the job done. And even coming together, you can put me on my arse, but you still can't put me out the game and out of commission. You've got the speed and agility, but i've got the experience. I know how to win matches, big ones. You don't. And this is a BIG match for you. You and Drew, both of you will get everything and more that's coming to you. That i can promise you, Wulf."

Putting his hands in his jacket, Rayne gets up from the bench and begins walking away as the scene fades to black.

[wulferikson]

Wulf Erikson Video Log entry sourced from thesilverbullet.net

As an ominous scene fades in, dramatic music plays as images of Drew and Wulf of Blood Money grinning sadistically back at the viewer come up on the screen. Both men have their arms crossed about their chests, and are both dressed in trademark expensive-looking suits..

[Wulf Erikson]: “There is just so much Young seems to almost..refuse..to understand! Ever since we made our debuts in UKWF, we have had dollar signs in our eyes. We're not singling him out..”

A figure in expensive-looking street clothes and dark sunglasses vaults the railing, sliding into the ring - it's Drew Stevenson!

[Wulf Erikson]: “Rayne is just an unfortunate roadblock in Blood Money's self-paved golden street! That said, mostly, a true professional knows when he has met his match..and moreover, to know when his ass is beat..Rayne seems to be having issues with it..”

'Stevenson drops the already-tired 'Cobra' with the HT3! Wulf isn't satisfied, calling to Stevenson, pointing upward before heading up top..'

[Wulf Erikson]: “Sadly, as in Rayne's case, ego stands in the way of good decision-making. But it's not all bad..for the fans, it produces magic moments like this..”

'Emerald' picks up the barely-moving Rayne, holding him up on his shoulders, then turns to face the corner where Wulf waits...and one leap, flip and fall sees Young piledriven HARD with the Vaffunculo!'

[Wulf Erikson]: “Oh, and this..”

'Cricket bat in hand, Wulf Erikson creeps closer to the huddled forms of Young, the referee and his own partner, clearly with malicious intent. The crowd's booing intensifies as he stands behind Young and the referee, lifts his weapon of choice...

...and wallops Young over the head!!!

As Rayne hits the mat, unconscious, Stevenson is almost too quick to pick himself up off the mat, pretence of begging for mercy abandoned'.

The video package cuts back to Wulf Erikson in full entrance and ring attire, the trademark neon green bandana around his neck. He's ready to talk..

[Wulf Erikson]: “The time for providing entertainment for the unwashed masses has come and gone, Young. It's time to step up to the plate..one on one..with the original thorn in your side – the lil guy who you just can't seem to get your greasy hands on - The Wulf”.

A quick package of clips from Wulf's personal collection plays, including various high-flying antics, as well as a clip of Wulf being hip-tossed into electrified barbed wire..

[Wulf Erikson]: “I didn't ask for Drew to be at ringside to make it easy to interfere, ya know? I requested it so that I can make a glimmering example of you! So that Drew can witness first hand exactly what kind of brutality is required in a team like Blood Money, and you will both know exactly why there are all those unsettling stains on my kickpads..you have been warned, Young..see you there!”

Wulf punches at the camera lens as the scene quickly fades out, leaving us with static fuzz..