Field Manual FM-02W
SciFi Military Fiction
"What a gang of apes! Maybe if you'd all buy it this drop, they could start over and build the kind of outfit the Lieutenant expected you to be." - Career Ship's Sergeant Jelal Starship Troopers 1959. Robert A. Heinlein
Before we get started here, I want to send a huge shoutout to everyone who participated in FM-01W
. Especially, WarriorPoet02
who has a in-depth knowledge of both modern and historical combat, as well as a validated expert (with actual experience) in modern Marine Combat. He was able to fill in some gaps in my knowledge and even I learned some stuff. On that point, while I may have a wide-range of general knowledge, I'm not an expert in things I'm not an expert in. Don't ever be afraid, no matter how much you think you know, to consult others. You can always learn more.
Time for Hot Shots: Part Deux; SciFi. As for the quote, it comes from one of my all-time favorite SciFi MilFic books; which was turned into a campy movie that pretty much only
shares the same title. The book itself was once on the Commandant of the Marine Corps reading list, because despite being an old SciFi action romp; there are a number of deep reflective themes in the book that transcended genera fiction. Themes that did not
make it to the film. Neither did their awesome power armor.
Enough about Starship Troopers
. What am I going to cover here today? This guide and the Fantasy one are designed more to provoke inspiration and creativity, rather than to give you established precedent. These are just my recommendations, so feel free to pick and choose what you want. SciFi and Fantasy universes have their own rules, just stay consistent. I'll tell you how I (and a few others) have gone about using existing military concepts and apply them to straight up fiction. And remember, no matter how cool your tech is, the best stories are always about the people and their struggles.
Frame the Universe
Before you take your first step out that airlock, you need to decide what your restrictions are. Unlike the other three guides which are locked to a single planet (Earth or your Fantasy world, don't make me go down a magic portal rabbit hole for other worlds there...) SciFi is usually
out in space. But not always.
- Your SciFi epic may be near-term, like 2030. If so, take today and squish in some upgrades based around how you see the world going.
- If it's space warfare, are we near, mid, or far. A good example of mid-term SciFi is the Expanse series. Mankind has commonplace space travel, but technology limits them to the Solar System. Earth, Mars, and the Belt are always on the brink of war. If your story is in the far future, it might not even involve humanity or earth. FTL, warpgates, however you want to get around.
Why is there conflict? You can write SciFi all day without political conflict (personal conflict, not so much). But military SciFi needs an excuse to break out diplomacy through other means. Just having a squad run around breaking sh*t and engineering chaos, while exciting, isn't very interesting. Who are your aggressors and why? Develop the reasons, they tend to make for a better read than just blatant xenophobia. Old Man's War
has some interesting angles to this regard. I'm sure you can all cite a few more (Dune
, also comes to mind).
And as goes with all stories, your characters need to be relatable. So if you have no humans, there better be some threads you can attach to as a reader.
It's like world building, but for the military.
Me, I like to ground things in a heritage of the existing. Why? Because it's what humans do, either because of heritage, relatability, or because we aren't very original. This is more relevant (I feel) in SciFi based off human futures (moreso than let's say High Fantasy), deviate accordingly. Rank and Structure
Most of the best SciFi/Fantasy militaries are based on real world examples. Yes, you can start from scratch and create completely alien military structures. However, the more off-the-beaten-path you go, the harder it will be for the reader to relate to and follow. As much fun as it is to create a 27-tiered rank structure of a thirty-seven layered hierarchy, your readers aren't going to be able to keep track without constantly referring back to the 30-page appendix in the back of your novel.
So… Kreckel Jip Paccku of the 4th Gregglan Raggers… ok so a Kreckl outranks a Jiggag, but not a Opperg. And a Ragger unit is bigger than the J'hest, but subordinate to the Max Headroom?
Yeah, confusing as hell without constant references. Titles like "Lord Imperator" or "Knight Commander" might not be modern ranks, but at least make enough sense for someone with an average IQ to follow. This is why you generally see authors stick to basic concepts of Private, Corporal, Sergeant, Lieutenant in their works. It's not just that future military concepts are rooted in history, it's that the reader has to follow it.
Is it ok to make up new unit types and ranks? Sure, just be careful not to make it insanely confusing. I have a universe where I replaced line company Captain (O-3) with a rank called "Aegis"
. It's the same rank, I just did away with the confusion created by also having ship "Captains" (O-6). The other officer ranks mostly
follow the traditional Marine/Navy structure. (Ignore the two "non-combat" columns on the right.) This problem actually exists in our own military, though it seldom causes any actual problems. Navy Captains out rank Army, Air Force, and Marine Captains by three levels
. Navy or AirForce?
Who took the lead? In SG-1
, it was the Air Force, so they were very focused around their behavior and structure (though the other US DoD branches and Russians were also in the picture). In many SciFi tales they try to shape their fleets around Naval traditions. Feel free to blend/meld them… just try not to be too confusing. Mega-Stupendo Heroes
Is your MC overpowered? Overtrained? Do it, don't do it, I don't care.
But seriously, be careful with it if you do. Master Chief is a great video game character whose story became relatable because he struggles with his humanity. Having said be cautious of making super soldiers, I've done it myself. Yet, they too struggle with what it means to be human and are vulnerable at the loss of those around them.
I actually started this point to ponder on an old scifi show Space: Above and Beyond
which struggled to try and stay "realistic". Real pilots take years to train. Typical pilots hit the fleet as senior First Lieutenants who're about to be promoted to Captain. You don't risk all that training sending pilots on infantry missions. The show did that a number of times. There were other weak plots I caught watching it as an adult who had served, that never dawned on me as a kid. (I still enjoy the hell out of S:AAB
.) Yes, your MC might be an elite, super warrior… but there better be logical explanations for why before you end up with a magic Mary/Marty Sue
. Warrior Generals
I suppose this largely depends on the universe you build out, but even some of the most hardcore modern Generals don't see frontline combat. In the real world, you'd be lucky to see anyone above a Major on the ground/in the fight or a LtCol/Commander in the sky trading shots with the enemy. You tend to trade rank for boring desk jobs and rear-echelon leadership roles. The "warrior general" is really something of the bygone era and has more of a place in Fantasy, than SciFi. That's not to say the rules of your force can't dictate that, just be mindful. In Starship Troopers, everyone dropped and everyone fought. Pretty sure one of the big Generals bought it in a bug fight too.
War, in the most extremely basic mathematical approach, is all about rendering more of the enemy combat ineffective than they can inflict similarly on to you. Conflict is all about the 5 D's: Defend, Delay, Disrupt, Destroy, or Divert. Technology has evolved over time to do those five things. I'll cover a handful of popular concepts, but this isn't even close to the full list. Space Battles
Massive fleets of capital ships and squadrons of fighters are often woven into the fabric of an epic space opera. So how does one describe this dance of behemoths?
- Take a look at Naval Surface Warfare and then drill down below the surface to submarine engagements. Space battles are (much like life) four dimensional. You have three axis of movement combined with huge distances (translated into relative time for weapons to travel, moreso than in terrestrial conflict.)
- Solid fuel missile and rockets, even rail guns, are probably only good over short distances. Lasers travel at the speed of light and might be better for long distance engagement, but you still have to know where your enemy will be 5-light-minutes out. A lot of people like to slam the blasters in Star Wars, because "Duh! Light travels faster than that." Well, blasters are just tossing superheated plasma around. Different.
- Punching a hull in space warfare is much more dangerous than in Surface Warfare. Taking on water is dangerous. Sucking vacuum is worse. Even modern navies seal off sections of their ships under combat to reduce the threat of a breach.
, also pointed out: Using Navy structure as a base, the value of studying the ways in which a CIC and Bridge operate can have a significant effect on how battle sequences play out in Ship to Ship combat. There are a number of options here, but to name a few:
- Detached command- See the Rebels (I am not calling them the Resistance) in Star Wars Episode 7. The entire command structure remained on their home planet (base, whatever) and relied entirely on sensors and communique from their 'boots on the ground.' Issues of communication latency are never addressed :(
- Direct command- See Battlestar Galactica (Remake or original, whatever you prefer) If you're looking for a sci-fi interpretation, the commanding officer on your ship is the best approximation. In this interpretation, the CIC and structure on deck were modeled around that of a submarine. There was no large viewing pane of the ongoing battles, they relied on their instruments. While you don't have to go as low-tech as this interpretation, viewing panels are overrated- rely on your instruments.
On the note of space battles and the argument for
human pilots vs drones: Light has a current finite speed. 299,792 kilometers per second. We'll assume no one is jamming your comms. That's still millisecond lag in close engagements. We put current drone operators as near as we can to avoid lag in terrestrial situations. Even then you get some
lag. Not just data travel, it's processing too. I can't go into actual lag times or the differences in responsiveness for drone operators in CONUS vice in Theater (not only because it's likely classified, but because I don't know the details other than it exists). These are drones not
engaged in 1-on-1 sorties. So imagine in your space combat drone vs piloted and how the signal-decision-command-execute delay is for a live pilot vs a drone that is getting further and further from the base station. If you have pushed the magic insta-communications "I believe" button, then go ahead… Communications
Back to the speed of light… physics is a bitch. Ok, we can assume even in an FTL world, light still takes time to travel. Some EU gets around this a number of ways.
- Entangled Particles / Superluminal Comms / Ansibles - AKA the magic of insta communication anywhere in the universe. There is some science behind this, but the truth is entangled particles don't actually cooperate like that. This is the "Magic Button" I was referring to earlier. The idea is that when you change one particle, the paired one changes no matter where or how far away it is. That means you can send data using binary (1s and 0s). However, the TL;DR version is (if I read the article properly): if you force a change on one-half of an entangled particle, you break the entanglement. To send bits you'd have to change electron states (-/+). I'm sure someone with a physics degree can sort this out better. Maybe we'll overcome this as we move into Quantum Computing, but that's outside my level of G-2 (Intel).
- FTL/Wormhole/Slipstream/Warp Buoy - This is the more probable (if warp field theory holds) where communication is conducted in the message-in-a-bottle method. It can go FTL, but it's fire and wait for a response. Just think of it as an FTL Messenger Pidgeon or send me a Space Raven. Either way, under this paradigm your commanders/combatants will have to operate with a lot of autonomy.
- Good old light comms – Likely over short (inter-system) comm channels you'd still stick to relativistic-burdened communications. e.g.: Lasers, radio waves. Wars are expensive and the lowest common denominator might still hold true.
I enjoy a nice suit
(the HIMYM/Avengers gag was brought to you by MajorParadox
). The US military is currently working on a few prototypes
, but the biggest hangup is still power. It will likely continue to be a problem for the near future before we see Space Marines dropping on us. But this is your Nuka-Cola
™ powered future. Bring on the Jeagers, Power Armor, and Battlemechs. Things you might
want to toy with are scale issues (stepping on friendly forces), power (might still run out of those Fusion Cores), Ammo (it's still gonna run out), crossing large swaths of terrain (are you limited to human running speed, there still is a human in that suit), and the shortcomings of human anatomy (there still are restrictions on how much punishment a body can take even in the nicest padded cell and a body has to fit into
the armor somehow). Superweapons
I'll show you my Galaxy Gun
if you let me see your Death Stars. (I'm already ashamed at that joke.) Yes, superweapons are a trope
. As are the: Lost Superweapon
, Forgotten Superweapon
, Superweapon Surprise
, and the Ancestral Weapon
. I'd say not to, but the Mouse now owns an entertainment Empire born on the back of them. My advice…make sure your thermal exhaust port isn’t showing. (cringes
) Ok, bad jokes aside; if you want to go the superweapon route, don't build me a third Death Star (cough, cough
JJ?). What do I mean? Get to it, fight it, but don't dwell on it forever. (Seriously, don't spend pages on building it for me.) Robotics
I actually was going to skip this for the sake of running long, but two of the reviewers pointed out it would be a good topic to cover. Macro and micro (regular and nano?) robots are likely to be a large part of space exploration since humans are fragile (we squish good) and take a lot of logistics to support. Human-sized or larger combat troops might just be the answer. On the other hand, smaller nanobots might be used for repairs/construction or in a swarm/cloud attack approach.
(Will insert quote here if permission is given, don't like using people's words without their consent.) The gist of the argument made, however, is that continued human combat would be unlikely given a robust AI robo-troop force.
It's a valid point. I could see it go a few ways as a story teller:
- You could write from a sentient AI robot perspective and keep to the above ConOps
- You could be one of the Robot Handlers. A commander of robotroops.
- Your society banned AI after a Terminator-like Rise of the Machines, so only basic (or no) robots are assisting humans in space.
Also, from my buddy /Merklynn
I'd throw Phillip K. Dick's short story "Second Variety" into the discussion. It's focus on a post-apocalyptic Earth, where a small rabble of surviving military from both sides try to rendezvous for a truce while avoiding the lethal "claws", disguised AGI killing machines, is about as close as I've seen PKD come to military sci-fi. The story isn't pure military sci-fi, but it is one of the earliest examples I can think of in which artificial intelligence has gone out of control, infiltrated humanity and constantly upgrading itself, making a terrifying enemy. The 1995 film adaptation Screamers is hit and miss, but the surviving enemy units being forced together and dealing with a total loss of communication with their superiors on Earth is one of the most compelling things about the story for me.
Stuff I didn't cover:
killer robots, nanobots
, superviri, cyborgs, and more… I'd be here all week.
Alright, back to your combat. So now you have your universe, how are you going to play in your sandbox? A lot of the stuff covered in the previous guide still applies (make sure to skim the comments of that guide for some great commentary on combat). Some additional things to consider:
- Is your battle waged across a planet, a system, or a universe? Think of the logistics involved in WWII and now put an FTL twist on it. Your units might be alone and unafraid for weeks, months, years waiting for resupply or backup.
- Are they going to have to deal with orbital bombardment?
- Does a puncture in their suit mean loss of life or limb?
BONUS: Mercs / Parma-Military Contractors penguinzeppelin
asked me about Mercs. Well IRL, most Military Contractors (even the ones without guns) heavily draw from the retired/veteran pool. It's a steryotype for a reason. I would likely approach my characters as such, or conversely how difficult they had blending into a group of all vets -OR- as a company/grioup the hard time they had getting work without that on their CV.
While entertainment media likes to portray corporate military orgs like crazy wildcards (yes, Blackwater was bad m-kay
) the ones that don't adhere to strict business practices tend to flash and fade as they die the death of a million lawsuits. Blackwater did end up in very hot water.
Mercs that don't have business acumen tend to become pirates, privateers, or freelancers at least in decent SciFi. Morals tend to get in the way (or become great story points). Is it a big team of hundreds and your MCs are just a small cog in the wheel (maybe they break off and go it alone)? Are they a small (12 or less) team that does independent contractor work? Do they look for a specific type of work that suits their personalities or are they so desperate for work that anything goes? Big Orgs
- Tend to be well financed and have the best gear
- Follow strict business practices and have regimented hierarchies.
- Most like regular military
- Lower echelon folks have little to no say in their work
- Very "Letter of the Contract"
- Has jobs lined up in advance, schedules to keep
Again, this "article" is more designed to generate ideas and concepts to be applied to the normal rules of good story telling.
- Rag-tag or low financed startup
- Everyone has a voice in group decisions
- Looser hierarchy
- Limited resources, tend to work "contract-to-contract"
Questions, Comments, Complaints for your Congressman?
Ask your questions and I will get to them as soon as my day allows. Everyone is encouraged to participate and share your own thoughts. This is an open discussion. If people bring up good points, I will edit this accordingly. Also feel free to list your favorite SciFi military books, shows, etc in the comments. the Military Fiction (MilFic) Field Manuals FM-01W - Modern Military Fiction FM-02W - SciFi Military Fiction - (this guide) FM-03W - Fantasy Military Fiction (High and Low) - TBD FM-04W - Historical Military Fiction - TBD – Will cover ancient armies (Roman/Egyptian) up to early-Industrial/pre-WWI
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hits and the crowd pops and looks around at each entrance available. After the line “The crows fly straight” hits, Dutch walks down through the crowd, wearing his custom cut as he makes his way down, high fiving fans before striking a pose to the delight of the crowd. Paisner:
Ladies and gentlemen, surprisingly, your number 1 contender for the WiR World Championship Mark Dutch is coming down. Woodbridge:
The Dutch has not had the best track record these last two weeks, losing to Eric Appelbaum and Santiago Martinez two weeks ago and Felix Garcia last week. To be completely honest, I don't get why Moxie agrees to Dutch being the number 1 contender.
Dutch walks past the home plate and slides into the ring, a microphone in hand already as he shoots the Dutch Finger Bang into the crowd, a smile on his face. Paisner:
Two losses yet still very happy. Woodbridge:
He’s the number 1 contender. Ofcourse he would be happy.
The music cuts out and Dutch is left in the ring and looks on. Dutch:
Dutch bows down in front of the ring as the crowd claps, always appreciating a thank you from anyone. He leans back up and speaks. Dutch:
Thank you all for the amazing times I’ve had in WiR, the amazing time I have on a daily basis and the amazing times we are going to share in the future.
Dutch smiles, the crowd clapping in appreciating of Dutch’s complimenting and, what some consider, asskissing. Dutch:
With all of you, I have shared many amazing memories and the best one has yet to come. I understand the feelings between me and Dragon are equal and people have their favorites, but I still want to thank you for wanting to see both of us in the ring one more time for the biggest prize in the company at stake. I know I haven’t shown my best wrestling skills these last couple of weeks but I'm going to improve these next weeks. Some may call me controversial, some of the acts i’ll do will be considered as such, but I hope you will all support me in these amazing times I get to have in the future once more.
Dutch looks on at the crowd, waving a little as some fans clap still for Dutch. Dutch:
But I have some things I want to say face to face, man to man to Dragon, so Dragon, get out here and meet me here. I’ve talked shit last week, it’s your turn now as well. HELL-O)))-WEEN
as the hulking brute makes his way to the ring. Mic in one hand, and the world championship belt on his neck, he walks slowly towards Dutch. Halfway, he grabs the title from his hands and places it right on top of home plate before staring at his man and getting into the ring, showing he wants to face Dutch man to man, not champion to challenger. Dragon:
Dutch, you wanna say something to me, face to face, I got no problem with that. So spit it out.
Dutch looks at Dragon, holding his microphone tightly as he steps around a bit, walking side to side in the ring while his eyes remain focused on Dragon. Dutch:
First off, and I don't think I’ve said it yet, congratulations on winning your title. You won it fair and square… But I do not believe you won it on Brodie’s best day, no matter what he said. Dragon:
And why is that? Dutch:
I’ve seen Brodie in the ring. Never faced him one-on-one, but seen him often enough. You went face to face with him on a House Party where you both ran out of the airing time. That’s an impressive feat, but he showed why he is a true champion. Dragon:
I also beat him two weeks later when we got more time on our hands. I showed why I should be champion because I had 10 more minutes of strength, power, and wrestling capability than him on his “second best day”. Dutch:
How about this? We forget about the past, you keep your mind off Brodie and now focus on me. I know I brought it up, but it’s time we move on. Dragon:
You brought me out here because of the past, and now you just want to shrug it off? Why on earth should I focus on you if you can’t focus on why I’m here?
Dutch smirks, looking back at Dragon. Dutch:
I’ve spent many words talking about you already in front of one of our loveliest crowds. It’s time you talk and tell me why I shouldn’t be facing you, Dragon. Dragon:
What have you done to entertain the idea of a title shot? I got mine because I fought harder than seemingly everyone in WiR, while you…? Dutch:
While I hit roadblock after roadblock after roadblock. I know what you're getting at. The reason I should get title shot because the shot at the title I should get is long overdue, Dragon. Dragon:
...What? That’s not a reason, that’s just sour grapes. I’m not Moxie.
The crowd looks on, anxiously waiting who will be the first to drop a pipebomb from here to Tokyo on one another. Dutch:
You're not Moxie, I know. Moxie can actually pull off a dress.
The crowd chuckles lightly, Dragon not amused by the comment it appears. Dragon:
Right, if all you have is cheap pops and jokes, I’ll be on my way now. Dutch:
Please, everyone makes cheap pops. The reason I stand here, challenging you is because the fans want to see two men clashing who’ve clashed before and now see the man who lost holding a title. I'm acting silly to entertain each person in the crowd, while bringing a strong message to you. Dragon, let me get to the point. You have something I want and I'm going to take it from you fair and square for the fans who believe in me and have supported me along the way as I got good and the less supportive who have doubted me. Dragon:
There’s just one problem with that. Through your entire career, fair and square hsn’t really been an option for Mark Dutch. Now, I know that I can’t speak against it myself, but for a good protion of your time here, you’ve been…
The crowd is at a hush wondering what Dragon is about to say. Dragon:
A piece of shit. Crowd:
The crowd is at a mix of cheers and boos over what he said, as Dutch stares coldly at him. Dutch:
While I have been a piece of shit, I stand here now as a man of the people. Crowd:
A subject to the people’s kingdom. Crowd:
A wrestler for the ticket buying men and women who wish to see a good wrestling match. Crowd:
Okay, that’s enough, haha!
The crowd chuckles along the way as Dragon continues his speaking. Dragon:
What people? These people have never seen you step foot in SoCal outside of Reseda. And as far as I’m concerned, you’ve done nothing to earn that monkier, or the 1004 others. You see, that might be why they keep saying what. One Guy in the Audience:
No prob. Now sit down and stop being a smark. Guy:
While I’ve been that cunt as you said, I am now a different man and stand here, not just for them to show how good I actually am, but for myself to show I hang with guys like you. Guys and gals in the back who are considered top tier talent. This isn't just for them, it’s so I can say that I am a deserving champion, or a respectful number 2. Dragon:
You have yet to show even the slightest bit of remorse over what you’ve done in the past. And as much as the boys in the back, yeah congrats, you can hang...but can you hang with me? Right now? You see, there in lies the real meat of the matter, and while you keep tip toeing through it, I just want the answer.
The crowd waits in anticipation for what Dutch is going to say, hanging on his lip like a woman with a lippiercing too big for her lips to hold. Dragon:
Yes...or No? Dutch:
Yes. The things I did in the past will need more time to heal, but all in due time. Dragon:
I refuse to believe you are. Because the last time you were in a sitution like this, you choked at the idea of beating the all mighty power of...Sonny Goddamn Carson. Dutch:
Well, proof to me you are better than me and more deserving of that title, Dragon, if that even is your real name.. Dragon:
It’s Andrew Garcia. Dutch:
Yeah, you’re right. Sorry, heat of the moment. Dragon:
You see, you would know if you looked at the tiny print on my giant belt. Dutch:
And that’s what you’ll be. A tiny print in the history of that title once I have you in the crippler crossface and all you’ll do is tap.. tap.. tap. Dragon:
Actually, I think I’ll be on the very first page. Not only because I’m the first and only Triple Crown Champ. Not only because I am the most decorated wrestler in WiR history, but because I can handle anything the place bring to me with a simple big boot. Like I said before, you can’t even beat my smaller form, what can you do at my final form? Dutch:
Take that title from you and become the second and most memorable triple crown champ in the history of this company. Dragon:
Because all you can be is #2 while I’m here.
Dutch tenses up, looking on at Dragon while his posturenchanges. His grip becomes more firm, the look in his eyes change and the man that used to be Mark Dutch shows his ugly head once more. Dutch:
The number 2 according to you will soon enough stand over you, title in hand and made sure your retirement will be soon enough. In fact, you’ll see him hold the title perhaps today.
Dutch glances over to the first base where the WiR title lays in all its glory before he looks back at Dragon, a disgusted look on his face like he’s ready to spit on Dragon. Dragon:
You keep saying that, but you can’t even give me a reason to give a fuck. Don’t you get it, I’m up here, you’re down there. And instead of working yourself to the top, you’re just working yourself. You don’t give a damn about these people, you don’t give a damn about this belt. The only thing you care about is Mark Dutch. And believe me, no one here wants to look up to Mark Dutch.
The crowd acts shocked as Dragon tells Dutch he isn't better than him and Dutch and Dragon look at each other. Both men take a step back from each other and both turn around to leave the ring, before Dutch and Dragon strike at each other at the same time! Paisner:
HERE WE GO! DUTCH AND DRAGON GOING AT IT!
Dragon and Dutch continue to strike, Dutch mainly targeting the upperbody of Dragon while Dragon attacks Dutch’s head. Both men go at it with each punch growing stronger as the crowd explodes in cheers. Woodbridge:
These men can't be stopped it seems!
Dragon makes use of his size and begins to push Dutch into the corner, giving him limited movement to attack back but Dutch keeps punching, Dragon now moving down and using his shoulders to push him into the turnbuckle, meanwhile Dutch using now his elbows to blast Dragon over his back! Crowd:
DRAGON’S GONNA KILL YOU! BIG FUCKING DUTCHMAN! DRAGON’S GONNA KILL YOU! BIG FUCKING DUTCHMAN!
Dutch begins to realise that his elbows barely have any effect and now begins to try to knee Dragon in the face. Once he connects a few times Dragon lets go and gets back up as Dutch pushes Dragon back to the delight of half of the crowd. Woodbridge:
DUTCH SHOWING MORE HEART NOW THAN A PATIENT IN A OPEN HEART SURGERY! Paisner:
BUT DRAGON ISN'T BACKING DOWN FROM THE FIGHT EITHER!
Dutch pushes Dragon back and headbutts Dragon before landing a strong kick by Dragon’s kidneys and Dutch gets on top, now striking Dragon’s face as Dragon defends himself. Dutch and Dragon roll over and now Dragon is the one blasting Dutch in the face. Voice:
STOP IT! STOP IT!
Moxie Moon walks out from the curtain, demanding both men to stop but they don't and instead keep on brawling, Moxie Moon getting more furious every time a punch lands before she turns around and signals to the back and many referees walk out, from Tai Ni Wong, Harry Undersach and Ivan Itchicock to any other WiR referee and they run over and slide in the riny to seperate both men, but they can’t as Dragon uses his size to stay on top. Harry and Ivan get w good grip and pull Dragon off Dutch and Dutch uses it to get to a squatting position and jump back on top of Dragon, laying in punch after punch and Dragon striking back and defending himself. Crowd:
KEEP FIGHTING! FIGHT FOREVER! KEEP FIGHTING!
Moxie gets more frustrated and signals once more before Kaitlyn, Alice, Jimmy Chonga, Kyle Scott, Tyler Dylan, Robert Warlock, Appelbaum, Alex Silva and many more rush from the back, sprinting over to the ring and all slide in to pull Dutch now off Dragon. Dutch flings his arms around and kicks his legs to try to have all let go if him but they won’t budge as they are wrestlers, not referees. Kaitlyn, Silva and Warlock keep Dragon down as the rest holds back Dutch. 2 men and a lady aren’t enough to keep down Dragon and he gets up quickly and jumps in on the pile, reaching Dutch and the brawling continues, Dragon getting a couple of punches in as the rest hold back Dutch before the group splits and the rest hold back Dragon, pushing him into the opposite corner as the other half keeps back Dutch, Chonga Jr. right in front of Dutch who has a nasty looking busted lip. Paisner:
THEY FINALLY GOT THESE SAVAGES UNDER CONTROL! Woodbridge:
But what’s the fun in that?
Dutch keeps trying to flail around to let go but Chonga Jr, Eric Appelbaum, Tyler Dylanand Brendan Byrne, who are in front, aren’t budging. Dutch looks at Chonga and stares at him. Dutch:
Sorry for this. Please forgive me. Chonga:
Sorry for what?
Immediately, Dutch headbutts Chonga and Chonga loses his grip on Dutch’s right arm and now Dutch begins to push people away, finding an opening and going through it. Felix sees Dutch escaping and warns the others so they turn around as well. With their backs turned, Dragon uses this to his advantage and leaps into the swarm of people. Pulling people left, right and center to get back at his man. He’s gets half way to Dutch before the first chunk of people start grabbing his arms from behind, weighing his onslaught down. Felix stands between him and Dutch, looking eye to eye with his brother as almost everybody is now trying their damndest to hold on to the brute. Felix:
Andrew, I need you to calm down for a minute. I just need you to think about this like you usually do. This is madness, you two can’t just fi-
Felix turns around and gets a hard right to the face. He stops dead in his tracks before falling backwards to the ground. Dutch, now a bit more free, shoves his way past the others holding him back. He lunges towards Dragon, still looking down at his KO’d brother, befofre looking back up at Dutch. He takes a few quick punches from him before a few of the locker room goes back to keeping him away, Dragon’s nose now bleeding as well as Dutch’s busted lip. Both men are screaming their worst at each other, as Dutch gets pushed back to the corner. Dutch looks at the knocked out Felix and yells at him. Dutch:
HEAT OF THE MOMENT, FELIX! SORRY!
Moxie Moon is on the ramp and she looks back, El Hijo Del Sloth now crawling from the back, ready to save the day as well. El Hijo:
El Hijo Del Sloth begins to crawl down towards the ring as fast as he could while Dragon and Dutch are held back into the corners by each half of the ring, Felix now slowly getting by and seating up slowly in the ring. He looks over to Dragon, holding one hand on his head as Moxie screams from down the entranceway. Moxie:
GET ANDREW OUT OF THE RING RIGHT NOW! I SAID RIGHT NOW! DO IT! Dragon:
FUCK YOU, MOXIE! I’LL STAB MAXIMO!
Dragon yells profanities at Moxie, but Dragon can’t do anything about half of the lockerroom pulling him out of the ring. Warlock gets down out at the ring to grab ahold of Dragon’s legs and Adrian Hale goes down to bring Dragon down as well to get him out. It takes Adrian Hale, Robert Warlock, Charlie Krieger, Joey McCarthy, Jack Flash, Kyle Scott and Logan Lee to get Dragon out of the ring, meanwhile Eric Appelbaum, Tyler Dylan, Maverick, Alex Silva, Chonga Jr. and Jack Anchor to keep Dutch at bay against the turnbuckle, Felix now slowly getting to his feet. Dragon is pulled and escorted out among the side of the ring where El Hijo Del Sloth welcomes them, now assisting in escorting Dragon, Dragon meanwhile still focussed on Dutch and screaming death sentences at Dutch as well. Paisner:
THIS IS FINALLY OVER! THESE MEN WANT EACH OTHER DEAD! Woodbridge:
Thank God! Someone’s gonna get hurt and Felix is already hurt. I can’t wait until both men get to fight each other a- WAIT! WHAT IS HAPPENING?!
Dutch gets a leg free and kicks Kaitlyn in the shin before tackling Eric Appelbaum with one foot, getting himself slowly free as he brings a few to the ground. Dutch then climbs up onto the turnbuckle and stands there for half a second before shooting a Dutch finger bang
and dives off the turnbuckle into the pile of people and onto Dragon, the entire group going down, including El Hijo Del Sloth El Hijo:
Before El Hijo can finish his sentence, he is down amongst the rest and Dutch gets off of them all quickly and takes a few steps onto the entrancway again, Dragon now getting up as well slowly after the dive but the group that held back Mark Dutch is now getting out of the ring. Dragon steps over the pile of people and wants to chase Dutch, but the group now gets ahold of Dragon and keeps him back, Dutch meanwhile taking steps back from the scene with a grin on his face. He passes Moxie, who he looks at before smirking at her. Dutch:
Cleanup on isle 3. Sorry for the mess, Moxie.
Dutch, almost instantly, leans and kisses Moxie on the cheek before she moves away in shock from what Dutch did, Dutch now taking more steps back and still facing Dragon, who is held back and is screaming at Dutch. Dragon:
I’M GONNA FUCKING BEAT YOU COME PPV TIME! YOU HEAR ME?!
Dutch takes more steps back and shoots one last Dutch Fingerbang
before yelling back. Dutch:
NOT AS CHAMPION, YOU WON’T!
As Dutch says so, he realises something. He turns around and sees the WiR World Championship laying there and picks it up. He looks at it and Dragon is livid, trying to scratch and claw to it while the rest of the lockerroom keep him back, now the people Dutch dived onto as well being back up and holding Dragon back. Dutch looks at the title before shaking his hand in front of his face
and lifting up the championship. Dragon:
THAT’S MY TITLE! HE’S TAKING MY TITLE! Paisner:
HE’S TAKING HIS TITLE! DUTCH IS TAKING HIS TITLE! Woodbridge:
ERR TERKIN IR TIIRTLERRR!
Dutch waves goodbye at Dragon before walking off, putting the WiR World Championship over his shoulder and walking to the back, Dragon continuing to be livid and held back by the rest. He looks back at Felix who is now standing up and looks shocked at Dragon as well. COMMERCIAL Javier:
Ladies and gentlemen... Crowd:
The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Crowd:
ONE FAAAAAAAALLLLLLLL! Javier:
And it is your main event of the evening! Your referee for this contest, Mr. Ivan Itchicock!
The crowd loudly react as Illidance's Neon Rebels
can be heard coming out of from the field's shitty PA. Javier:
Appelbaum comes out from the left dugout and slowly walks to the ring. He makes his way towards the ring carrying his tournament trophy. Javier:
From Silicon Valley, weighing in at 220 pounds, the winner of the Kyūkyoku No Unmei No Kyūkyoku No Taiketsu tournament, 'Binary' ERIC APPELBAUM! Crowd:
I think we can all agree that Eric Appelbaum is currently one of the strongest names in Wrestling is Reddit. A man who's in a streak right now: six consecutive wins, three of them in the same night. Two weeks ago he defeated the Independent Champion and the number one contender for the World Championship. And yet… he is one ugly motherfucker, is he not?
Appelbaum hands his trophy to the timekeeper and climbs up to the apron, stepping in between the ropes. He moves to the lower right corner, staring right at the right dugout. Paisner:
I’ll plead the 5th on that one. It was two weeks ago, I said that Eric had a lot of momentum coming from his surprising win in the MechaKaiju Tournament. Now, I can assure you that I don't think anyone can stop Appelbaum's moment any time soon, though I'm sure his opponent tonight is going to try to.
Appelbaum's theme is interrupted by Rise from the Ashes, by STRIA
, as Robert Warlock comes out and the crowd can instantly be heard. Javier:
And his opponent! From Kansas City, Kansas. Weighing in at 234 pounds… “The Rising Phoenix” ROBERT WARLOCK
And there he is, ladies and gentlemen, a man who's a former World Champion, a former Tag Team Champion, and one of the smartest wrestling minds out there, Robert Warlock. Woodbridge:
I think you were a bit unfair to Warlock earlier. Even though the Warlords failed to get back their tag titles, this man right here has the skills, and he just defeated Hwo Rang last week in a great showing. You said that Eric seems unstoppable, but I'm telling you, if someone can defeat Eric Appelbaum, Warlock might easily be your guy.
Warlock makes his way to the ring and he starts high fiving people in the crowd along the way. The Rising Phoenix hops to the apron, puts his hands in the air, climbs to the top turnbuckle and puts his hands in the air, with a W-esque finger sign. Paisner:
These two men will be facing off tonight in what will definitely be one of the most exciting matches in recent times. Appelbaum. Warlock. Who's going to win?
He jumps into the ring and moves to his corner, while Javier steps out of the ring and Itchicock asks for the bell. DING DING DING!!!
Warlock and Appelbaum start circling each other, Appelbaum tries going forward, but Warlock uses his superior speed to dodge him and to create some space between them. Appelbaum drops down looking for a takedown, but Warlock jumps over him. Warlock goes for a kick, but Appelbaum rolls out of it and stands up. Woodbridge:
Both men testing the waters here in our Main Event. A win here could propel either man into title contention. Whether it be for the Independent Championship or an actual earned shot at the World Title.
The two men move to the center of the ring, getting closer and closer to each other. They lock into a collar and elbow tie-up, with Warlock trying to use his size advantage to move Appelbaum to the ropes. Robert grabs Eric's arm looking to whip him to the other side, but his intentions are denied after Appelbaum reverses the whip and brings Warlock down with a side headlock takedown. Eric puts some pressure on Warlock's head by firmly wrenching in the hold, Warlock tries to roll out, but Appelbaum keeps applying it. Warlock tries to get back to a standing base by bringing himself to his knees. Appelbaum puts his legs around Warlock's legs looking for a way to restrain him, but Warlock puts his hands on the mat, jumps back and gracefully gets out of the hold. Appelbaum gets up and charges at Warlock looking for a clothesline, but Warlock rolls just under him and takes him down with a headscissors. Paisner:
Warlock flexing not only his strength but speed advantage as well. Woodbridge:
But Appelbaum is crafty. Ring awareness and intelligence cannot be valued enough, Pais.
Warlock stands up and goes for a dropkick, but Appelbaum gets out of the way and grabs Warlock's leg, sending him face first to the canvas. Appelbaum grabs Warlock's left leg and starts stomping it, but Warlock turns his back and hits Eric with a boot to the face. Robert gets back up and the two face in the middle of the ring once again. Woodbridge:
They… Maurice rang the bell right? Paisner:
Seriously. Fucking hit each other!
The pair circle each other in the ring, closing the gap and tying up with another collar-and-elbow tie up. The two men jockey for position, but Appelbaum gets the edge this time as he rolls out of the hold, putting Warlock in an arm wrench. Appelbaum uses this leverage to force Warlock to the ropes, and he continues the assault by hitting the former World Champion with some elbows to the back and a hard knee to the gut, driving Warlock down to one knee. Paisner:
Appelbaum hits the ropes and kicks Warlock’s leg out of his leg!
Warlock writhes on the mat in pain, clutching at his knee while Appelbaum cracks his neck. Appelbaum pulls Warlock up and drapes him up against the ropes, unleashing a wicked knife edge chop. Crowd:
Appelbaum licks his hand and prepares for another chop, but this time Warlock ducks underneath and lights up Appelbaum’s chest with a chop of his own. Crowd:
Warlock hits the ropes on the opposite side for momentum only to get rocked with a shoot straight arm potato shot to the face
Fuck me. Appelbaum lit Warlock up with that shot. Woodbridge:
Keep it safe…
Appelbaum shakes his hand around after his straight arm cross as Itchicock reprimands him for the totally uncool potato. Paisner:
That punch may have done more damage to Eric’s hand than Warlock’s skull.
Itchicock goes to check on Warlock, but Appelbaum shoves him away and starts hammering on the back of Warlock’s head with forearm shots. Warlock tries to fight back with a shot to the gut, but Appelbaum retorts with a fat hammer fist to the top of the noggin’. Appelbaum drags Warlock over to the corner and slams his face into the turnbuckle followed by a stiff uppercut. Satisfied, Appelbaum jogs across the ring to the opposite turnbuckle. He gives Warlock the old Dutch Fingerbang before charging. Paisner:
Super Kick from Warlock! Crowd:
Warlock collapses to the mat as Appelbaum resets his jaw in one of the corners. Warlock nips up and shakes his fists for the crowd. He charges at Appelbaum still recovering the corner and hits a stiff running shoulder thrust to the gut before stepping out onto the ring apron. Appelbaum stumbles out of the corner and Warlock hits him with a beautiful springboard bulldog
And Appelbaum taking a powder to the outside! Woodbridge:
That big brain of Appelbaum being put to use. Conserving that energy he would’ve spent likely kicking out of that vicious bulldog.
Warlock spies Appelbaum taking a little stroll around the ring. He hits the ropes, cartwheels and back flips over the top rope, connecting with a moonsault to the outside
YAAAAAY!!! LET’S GO WARLOCK!! clap clap clapclapclap
Warlock pounds on the ring apron in unison as the crowd rallies behind him. He peels Appelbaum off the grass and rolls him into the ring. Paisner:
Quick cover here by Warlock!
Appelbaum kicks out!
Warlock watches from one knee behind Appelbaum, as he stumbles to a standing position. Warlock surges from behind attempting an inverted exploder suplex, but as soon as he grabs a hold of Appelbaum’s leg, the “Binary” schizo slams an elbow into the back of his head. Warlock stumbles back into the corner and Appelbaum comes charging in for a splash into the corner, but Warlock pirouehttes out of the way. Appelbaum manages to pump his brakes, not hitting the turnbuckle too hard. But as soon as he turns around Warlock is there to greet him with an open handed slap to the ear that echoes throughout the ballpark. Crowd:
Yeeouch… right in the fucking ear. I had a cousin go deaf from a Nerf Dart rupturing his ear drum I can only imagine what an open palm slap to the side of one’s head may feel like. Woodbridge:
Appelbaum was due a receipt after that potato shot earlier.
Warlock whips Appelbaum across the ring into the opposite turnbuckle. Warlock follows in close with a running attack, but Appelbaum tips up over the back of Warlock and hits a wicked backstabber
. Warlock flops around on the mat, eventually ending up on his knees clutching at his spasming, injured back. Paisner:
Warlock is in a tremendous amount of pain, Appelbaum hits the ropes… “Payload” (Savate) Kick right in the back. Appelbaum with the pin!
Warlock gets the shoulder up! Crowd:
Appelbaum slaps the mat in frustration and questions Itchicock on his arithmetic. Appelbaum pulls Warlock to his feet and sets him up for a powerbomb. Paisner:
“Logic Bomb” attempt from Appelbaum – NO! Warlock sandbags him! Appelbaum tries again! He still can’t get Warlock up! OH NO!
In frustration, Appelbaum pulls back from his powerbomb attempt and just starts destroying Warlock’s face with a series of stiff kneelifts to the face. Crowd:
Could this be “Binary”? Paisner:
Who the fuck knows how that shit works. Appelbaum pulls Warlock back for that “Logic Bomb” – Crowd:
Hurricanrana Reversal by Warlock!
Warlock gets up on one knee just as Appelbaum gets to his feet a bit perplexed as to what just occurred. Appelbaum runs in for a spear attempt, but Warlock rocks the hacker with a pinpoint leaping knee to the face that stands Appelbaum straight up, practically knocked out on his feet. Warlock spies his dazed opponent in the center of the ring and runs to the ropes. He springboard off the second rope looking for a Disaster Kick but Appelbaum spears him out of mid air! Woodbridge:
Eric Appelbuam has gone “Spear Phishing”!! Paisner:
Appelbaum with the lateral press for the win!
3 – NO! Warlock kicks out! Crowd:
Appelbaum throws a tantrum on the mat before finally beginning to settle. Meanwhile, Warlock rolls onto his belly and begins inching his way to the ropes trying to find refuge. Appelbaum gets to his knees and takes a moment to watch Warlock desperately pull himself back up to his feet with the help of the turnbuckle. Eric then charges Warlock and rocks him back into the turnbuckle with a running forearm, followed by a series of elbow shots. Appelbaum takes a couple steps back and this time attempts a roaring elbow only for Warlock to come right back at potato him with a straight right cross of his own. Crowd:
Nevermind! THAT was the receipt!
Appelbaum stumbles back and comes right back with an overhead right of his own that knocks Warlock back into the turnbuckle. Crowd:
Warlock fires back with a jumping forearm smash to Appelbaum. Crowd:
Appelbaum retorts with a stiff knife edge chop. Crowd:
Warlock stumbles back and roars, firing back with knife edge chop of his own. Crowd:
And another! Crowd:
And another! Crowd:
Followed by a flurry of chops that sends Appelbaum reeling. Crowd:
WOO! WOO! WOO! WOO! YAAAAAYY!!!
Appelbaum crumples down to the mat, his chest one giant red blistering welt. Warlock sizes Appelbaum up for a Shining Wizard. The former World and Tag Team Champ rockets forward but Appelbaum snaps to his feet almost impossibly fast and clips Warlock with a vicious spinning back fist. Crowd:
Null Pointer Exception!
Appelbaum wags his finger “No” to the crowd. He pulls the stunned Robert Warlock in for a powerbomb position. Woodbridge:
Appelbaum looking to put Warlock away and continue the winning streak-- Paisner:
“Logic Bomb” – NO!
Warlock manages to wiggle out of the powerbomb attempt and slide down the back of Appelbaum. Appelbaum spins around to meet his opponent and gets a roundhouse kick to the side of the head, dropping him to his knees. Warlock hits the ropes and comes right back with a Shining Wizard
Warlock hooks the leg!
3 – NO! Appelbaum gets the shoulder up! Crowd:
Warlock wastes no time after the kick out. He rolls Appelbaum back onto his back and hits a standing shooting star press. He gets to his feet, the babyface fire flowing through him. He hops out on the ring apron and wiggles for a moment like a cat about to pounce on their pray. Crowd:
Springboard 450 Splash! NO! Appelbaum gets the knees up! Crowd:
Appelbaum transitions into a Small Package! Itchicock makes the pin!
Warlock kicks out! Crowd:
Hot damn these boys are laying it all out on the line tonight!
Appelbaum backs into one of the corners, observing Warlock gasping for air on the mat, wondering how in the hell he managed to kick out of that small package off the 450 reversal. Appelbaum starts seething, he slowly crawls over to Warlock, spit dribbling from his mouth in frustration as he seeks to put an end to his opponent. He pulls Warlock up by the hair— Crowd:
YAAAAAY!! Paisner: CURSE BREAKER
! CURSE BREAKER! Robert Warlock’s got that Hell’s Gate submission locked in!
Appelbaum roars in pain as he desperately searches for the nearest ropes, but Warlock expertly keeps cinching the hold in even tighter with every desperate lunge made by Appelbaum. Woodbridge:
Appelbaum has no where to go! The streak may be over! Crowd:
TAP BITCH TAP! TAP BITCH TAP!
Itchicock gets right in real close to Appelbaum to see if he wants to quit. The hacker, unable to get to the ropes, tries to lift Warlock off the mat but can’t get enough leverage. Woodbridge:
Appelbaum now trying to roll Warlock over into a pinning predicament to try and get him to release the hold.
Warlock rolls his shoulder off the mat! The Curse Breaker still locked in! Appelbaum is going to tap! Crowd:
WE GOT A FAN CHARGING THE RING!
A man in a black hoodie hops the barrier and slingshots himself up to the top rope, perching up there for just a moment before coming crashing down on both men with a cruel looking top rope cannonball senton. Crowd:
Itchicock signaling for the bell! Get that crazy fan out of the ring! DING DING DING
The fan starts viciously stomping on both Appelbaum and Warlock on the mat. Ivan Itchicock grabs the man about the waist trying to pull him away, but the man snatches the WiR Junior Junior Official around the neck and buries the top of his head into the mat with a nasty headlock driver
We need security down here or else—god damn it.
The fan pops back up to his knees and his hood flies back revealing the one and only… SANTIAGO MARTINEZ
. He looks disgusted to even be in the same ring as both Warlock and Appelbaum. Crowd:
Son of a bitch!!
Appelbaum crawls up to his knees and looks up at Santiago only to receive a buzzsaw kick to the side of the head
that drops him to the mat. Woodbridge:
Damn. Simple. But effective. Paisner:
Yeah. Real simple after your target has just spent 10 + minutes in a grueling back and forth affair. Real impressive, Mark. Woodbridge:
Dude, I was just sayin’ … ah shit.
Santiago unzips his hoodie to reveal the WiR Independent Championship
strapped around his waist. Meanwhile, Robert Warlock crawls towards the ropes with one arm. Paisner:
Warlock’s elbow may have been hyperextended from that cannonball senton by Martinez. Woodbridge:
He definitely wasn’t expecting to have over 200 pounds come crashing down awkwardly on top of him forcing his arm to bend at a near impossible angle. Oh God, Santiago is taking off the belt!
Santiago unclips the belt from around his waist and clobbers Robert Warlock over the back of the head with it. Santiago looks over the fallen Warlock with absolutely no remorse as he rears back with his Independent Title and begins whipping Warlock’s back with it, tearing at the flesh. Crowd:
And Martinez is taking it to Appelbaum!
Martinez begins to whip Appelbaum’s back as well, slicing at his flesh with the golden notches of his Independent Title. Crowd:
Somebody get that fucking asshole out of the ring!
House Party ends with WiR Independent Champion Santiago Martinez standing tall above a fall Robert Warlock and Eric Appelbaum. He raises his Independent Title high in the air, its white strap and golden eagle plate stained crimson from the blood of his victims. END OF STREAM
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