.::The XHF Network Presents: Night of Champions 10::.
Jul 28, 2019 19:40:32 GMT -5
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.::The XHF Network Presents::.
Night of Champions 10
July 28th, 2019
XHF Network Arena in Minneapolis, Minnesota
The theme is "The Phoenix" by Fall Out Boy
XHF Network Arena in Minneapolis, Minnesota
The theme is "The Phoenix" by Fall Out Boy
The crowd is going wild as "Phoenix" by Fall Out Boy plays and various pyrotechnics go off around the XHF Arena in Minneapolis, Minnesota. The light show though also causes the massive pieces of the Tower Match structure to flash large ominous shadows around the arena. There is much to celebrate, but there will be blood here at the 10th Night of Champions. The fans are on their feet to see their favorite XHF Network stars competing for the top titles in their respective companies- and the return of the Tower Match for the X*Crown. But another man is standing on his feet- in the back, fixing his tie in a mirror in his dressing room....
Mongo: This is gonna be great, the tenth Night of Champions- that means that we've been doing this for ten non-consecutive years!
Mongo the Destroyer, the owner of the XHF Network, turns around to Joey Hawke, who's also decked out in a full suit with a bow tie.
Hawke: Actually it's probably closer to eleven years of content I'd say. And more like thirteen for me if we count BDDWF and XHF: No Mercy
Mongo: Nobody counts XHF: No Mercy and BDDWF was stupid.
King: If we're counting AWF time it'd be like twenty-four years of content!
Oh, Jerry "The King" Lawler is there too; he's wearing a wrestling singlet and a royal jacket....thing, also his usual crown.
Hawke: Why are you here?
King: I uh...didn't know where else to go
Mongo: Wait, why are both of you here, isn't the show starting? You need to get out there to start commentary!
Hawke: Uh, no. You told the Network companies to use their own teams for their matches. We're not on till the X*Crown match.
King: Yeah! Which means no SSS up close and personal- unfortunately.
Mongo: Well then how is the show opening?
Joey Hawke points to the camera. Mongo suddenly seems less excited and more disappointed.
Mongo: This? This is how we're starting? Really? The biggest show in seventeen years.....GET THAT CAMERA OUT OF HERE! START THE SHOW!
The feed goes out and we head into our first match!
MCCW World Heavyweight Championship
Death Trap vs Eichi Yamaguchi
Seth Dillinger is seen backstage in the locker room staring at himself in a mirror with his neon X*Crown over his shoulder. The crowd pops. After a few seconds, Dennis Escobar, Seth's current boyfriend (if you call it that), appears over his shoulder, also staring into the mirror.
Dennis Escobar: You ready?
Seth nods.
Seth Dillinger: Yeah. I'm ready.
Seth turns from the mirror to face Dennis.
Dennis Escobar: Remember... everyone here has a reason to have it out for you.
Seth nods.
Seth Dillinger: Right. Forget the attack at Beach Blast.
Dennis Escobar: Exactly. It could be Holiday. It could be an Icon. It could be a member of Legion. Hell, it could be anyone.
Seth turns back to the mirror, staring at it. Dennis wraps his arms around Seth from behind.
Dennis Escobar: All those people... they don't play by the rules.
Seth nods.
Seth Dillinger: I know.
Dennis leans in and kisses Seth on the neck.
Dennis Escobar: And if they aren't playing by the rules...
Seth narrows his eyes at the mirror.
Seth Dillinger: ...then I don't have to, either.
Both of them grin as the scene fades out.
The opening riff of "Black" by Sevendust starts to play and is soon enough accompanied by the drum portion, bringing the fans to their feet as they look down at the stage. Raiden slowly strides his way out, determination set in his eyes as he gazes out into the crowd from beneath his hood.
"Voices call, call out my name (my name, my name)
They say I'm different, well I'm not the same (the same)
You say you want to be like me
Well boy let me tell you don't know what I've seen"
They say I'm different, well I'm not the same (the same)
You say you want to be like me
Well boy let me tell you don't know what I've seen"
Rolling his shoulders, Raiden begins his way down the ramp, adjusting his gloves every so often as he reaches the bottom of the ramp.
"They say a devil lives in my soul
I promise not to let him take control...
I'M MINDING, MY OWN BUSINESS!
I AIN'T DOING, NOTHING WRONG! I AIN'T DOING NOTHING WRONG!"
I promise not to let him take control...
I'M MINDING, MY OWN BUSINESS!
I AIN'T DOING, NOTHING WRONG! I AIN'T DOING NOTHING WRONG!"
With a bit of an added spring in his step, Raiden rolls into the ring, quickly pulling himself back up to his feet as the crowd cheers around him. Walking over to the far corner, he pulls the hood down, running his hands through his hair before taking the hooded vest off and tossing it to the outside, readying himself for the upcoming fight.
Taylor: Here we are fans to the grandest match of the show, and here is the reigning champion of the AWF Prestige Championship - Raiden Ishimori!
Romano: Well Mongo placed us early on in the show, so he doesn't have much faith in us, but you'll see that Raiden is going to show us all just how skilled he really is!
Darkness looms. The crowd steers while sitting in the void. Suddenly, a voice booms from the speakers:
"Tap!"
"Nap!"
"Snap!"
"Choose Wisely!"
"Nap!"
"Snap!"
"Choose Wisely!"
After a few moments of stirring, light bell ringing, and crowd reaction, FEVER 333's blazing rifts begin. These sounds synchronize with red lights aiming for the ring curtain, which display the back of Drago's heavily tattooed body, and the X his arms are crossed in above his head. Drago whips around to face the audience, then begins his strut to the ring.
Taylor: And here's his opponent and nearly unstoppable so far in the AWF, Drago!
Romano: His record is commendable, and he won his match in his previous and first XHF Network event, Battle of the Best! There's no telling just what'll happen tonight, but that's what's going to make this match so great.
As the two enter the ring, Jessie Love stands at the ready with her microphone.
Jessie Love: Ladies and gentlemen, this is the AWF Prestige Championship match!
The crowd pops in with a roar.
Jessie Love: On my left, the challenger - from Kalamazoo, Michigan - standing 5'10" and weighing in at 193 pounds... Nathannnnn "Dragooo" Santiagoooo!
Drago raises an arm out, gaining some cheers from some of the members of Jack Diamond's Icon backing.
Jessie Love: And on my right - from Osaka, Japan - standing 180 centimeters tall and weighing 94 kilograms - He is the reigning AWF Prestige Champion... Raidennnn Ishimoriiiiii!
Being the crowd favorite, Raiden gets the larger pop. They're both nose to nose, before Senior Referee Gabe Valentine directs them both to their corners.
AWF Prestige Championship
Drago Santiago vs Raiden Ishimori (c)
On one side of the ring is Drago, looking as determined as ever. His eyes aren't diverting from the reigning AWF Prestige Champion Raiden Ishimori as he approaches Jessie Love. Raiden unbuckles the valued AWF Prestige Championships and hands it off to her. She raises it in the air, presenting this prize to the XHF at the grandest show of them all. She raises it to all four sides of the ring and bringing it up on all sides, the people can't help but cheer. Jessie Love exits the ring so now with the obvious exception of AWF's senior referee, Gabe Valentine, there are only two people: The challenger, Nathan "Drago" Santiago and the champion, Raiden Ishimori. Only one person will leave this ring with the belt. The bell rings and the two fighters circle each other as what many in the crowd consider the fight of the night commences with an explosive beginning.
Taylor: Can you believe it, Cassius!? It's Night of Champions, the night of them all! Mongo's catering has even served us chicken fingers and mac & cheese!
Romano: Tommy, the other promotions have steak and lobster. Mongo's mocking us, essentially calling us children. But yes, the wrestling is exciting. I'm curious to see how Drago fairs against the champion.
As the match begins, Drago and Raiden circle one another. As they 180 past all sides, they forcefully lock up with one another. Raiden gets the early lead as he pushes Drago into a side headlock. Raiden begins to groan as he torques early on. After all, he knows that the earlier the victory, the less energy is expended and he recognizes his opponent as a fearsome competitor. Drago struggles. He swinging his arms around. He tries to get to the ropes and push his way out, but Raiden is an honorable and expert technician. Not that Drago isn't, but the champion has taken his precautions. He's grinning, knowing that he's doing well right now. After all, Drago's grasping at his hands, but aren't able to pry his hands off. That's when a surge of pain goes through him. Raiden immediately lets go. It turns out Drago was following his wrestling code's first commandment!
Taylor: ABTOF! Always Be Twisting Opponent's Fingers!
Romano: It's a dirty trick, but Drago's nearly undefeatable in combat. He'll go to places that Raiden won't if it means winning.
Raiden's reaction was more instinct than intention. But it gave Drago exactly what he wanted. What he needed. Drago took advantage of the surprise and sent a hard kick which forced the top half of the champion's body backwards. He then moved forward and grabbed Ishimori's body. He's in position! Could it be? His Swinging Spike DDT! Heavy Metal Poisoning! No! Raiden throws a series of punches! That's right! He uses his striker background to deliver some hard and heavy blows to the challenger and removes himself from this precarious situation! Raiden grabs Drago and manipulates his body until he's in the abdominal stretch! Drago immediately finds himself in a world of pain, and is trying to find his way out. Unfortunately for him, the champion is serious about retaining that championship and he'll be darned if he becomes dethroned by an Icon.
Taylor: This match keeps going left and right and switching all around! I can't get a handle on it!
Romano: This is Raiden's first defense since he won the belt from Chris Card. Now the lack of honor is quite consistent here, but the style here is much more transparent. I think Raiden's expecting to be deceived and isn't, which is really messing with his game. But he has Raiden now in his grasp. Let's see if Drago taps out right here, right now.
Drago knows exactly what kind of situation he's in. It's a bad one. Drago's trying to get his leg from being locked in, trying to find a way to squeeze out, but Raiden knows better. He's moving his foot along with Drago and blocking any sort of opening for that. Gabe Valentine keeps asking the same question over and over again. "Do you give up?" "Do you give up?" But regardless of how much his muscles are beginning to cry out in agony, he can't find himself ready to give up. He's destined for greatness, but Raiden's been able to out manuever him and take him move for move when it comes to the technical aspects. That's when Drago gives a last ditch effort. He shoves his ass back into Raiden, and forces him toward the ropes, which happens to be right behind him. As the ropes send Raiden back toward him, Drago surprises him and uses the momentum to use him neck over his body to an overhead takedown! The crowd goes "Oooh!" They go "Aaah!" With a surprise move from Drago out of the danger zone, Raiden turns around and Drago takes him down with a leg lariat! The wind just escaped Raiden's chest loud enough to be heard by the fans in the front row! Drago holds his leg there in pinning position. The senior AWF referee wastes no time:
...One!
...Two!
Kickout!
Taylor: Drago was able to get himself out of that situation by his impeccable sense of ring awareness!
Romano: It's his Second Commandment - always know where the ring ropes are!
Raiden rolls out of the way and gets to his stomach. He takes a deep breath to give himself some room to recover. Unfortunately for him, he doesn't have too much of an opportunity to himself as Drago grabs him by the hair. He brings him up to his feet and in this extended moment of surprise, Drago SLAMS Raiden's face to the turnbuckle. His face bounces off as he drapes himself over. Drago grins as he grabs his face once more. SLAM! And a third time! That's when Drago decides to kick it up a notch. He begins bringing Raiden ONTO the turnbuckle. Raiden tries fighting it, but Drago sends a chopblock to his side, causing him to recoil and allowing Drago to climb up himself. Drago is behind him and grabs him by the side. He has him in Super German Suplex position! BOOM! Drago hears the slam. He's not looking back. He's here to capitalize and win the AWF Prestige Championship! Moonsault! It's not in his normal repertoire, but when in Rome!
Taylor: Oh no...
Romano: It's over!
Drago lands on the shoulders of Raiden, the AWF Prestige Champion and that's when he realizes that the loud slam he heard was his feet slamming into the mat! Raiden has him in fireman's carry position. He moves toward sitout side powerslam position! Shockwave Pulsar! IT HITS! Raiden holds the challenger in place as Gabe Valentine slides in to make the pin count:
...One!
...Two!
...Thr-
The referee stops the pin count! Raiden's confused. He's frustrated. Why did he stop!? He hasn't even kicked out! That's when the referee is pointing to Drago's leg, which found its way on the nearby bottom rope. The crowd gets loud with disappointment.
Taylor: That scoundrel! Raiden should have won! That's what finisher moves are for!
Romano: First off, it's a signature move, not a finisher move. Secondly, finishers don't always end matches and thirdly, it's a legitimate move. He's making the best out of the situation.
Taylor: Raiden would never do that!
Romano: Drago would do a lot of things that Raiden wouldn't. Maybe that's why he's here right now, and maybe that's perhaps why this match is so freakin' great!
Raiden looks over at Drago. He's breathing heavily. He's wondering what the hell he has to do before he can just finish the match. He knows Drago's tired, exhausted and that it needs to come to an end. He just needs to get him away from the ropes. Raiden slowly makes his way to his feet. He grabs the foot of Drago and begins to pull him closer towards the center of the ring, but Drago fights back! With a massive shove of his other foot, Raiden is sent back flat on his ass! Hunter moves to get up, but his body has caught up with him. He's found out that he's a lot more tired than he originally thought and as for Nathan Santiago? It's quite obvious with that earlier signature move, there's not much that he can do. It's at this point that Drago's moving up to his feet slightly slower than Raiden is, and he's using the turnbuckle for aid. The crowd is getting louder. They're calling Raiden Ishimori's name, but Drago is using that lack of respect as passion to fuel himself in this fight. There's an ominous air as the match is coming to a turning point.
Taylor: We are nearly fifteen minutes into this match, and these two are very tired.
Romano: It's moments like these when their muscles don't want to lift, their legs don't want to run and even their minds can't think of new strategies. It's during moments like these where it's all about which one of these two warriors want this belt enough.
Taylor: And we are going to find that out tonight! Remember - this is Night of Champions!
Drago is up, but he's slumped facing the turnbuckle. Raiden looks on and devises a plan focused on getting this match to end once and for all. Raiden's curious as to how Drago is facing away. After all, it puts him at a major disadvantage. He takes a step toward him. He fakes a charge, but steps back before he's within striking range. Smart move on the champion's part as Drago instinctively throws back a hard elbow. Raiden charges in again, ducks another elbow, with this one causing the challenger to swing away so he's facing him. It works for Raiden. He's surprised as Raiden throws a HARD back hand chop!
Crowd: WOOO!
And another!
Crowd: WOOO!
Drago's chest is getting pretty red! He goes for another!
Crowd: WOO-
Drago catches the hand. More specifically, the fingers. He's beginning to manipulate those digits. He's beginning to use his very own joints against him. Raiden's in a world of pain! However, The Lone Wolf has another hand! He goes for another chop, but Drago quickly drops that hand. He grabs the hand that Raiden moves forward and brings him down to the ground. What's this? Drago's signature Cross Armbar! Raiden's down to the ground! Raiden's beginning to scream out in pain, especially since Drago wastes no time in testing the boundaries of joint manipulation. The crowd is shocked! They're stunned! The referee is already asking is Raiden wants to give up! He keeps saying no. This isn't just a match and a loss here wouldn't mean just a loss. If he loses, he's no longer champion! The crowd is looking on at this abysmal torture. At the commentator's table, Cassius Romano and Tommy Taylor just look at one another.
Taylor: I can't watch this. Raiden's getting killed out there!
Romano: Damn it, Tommy! You gotta stay there! You gotta watch, and you gotta do your job!
Taylor: But Cassius!
Romano: Kid, I know this isn't easy, but this isn't a job for just anybody! It takes someone who's willing to do just a fraction of what these wrestlers go through day in and day out! As someone who's done this for decades and decades, you gotta do your job even when the odds are stacked against you!
Raiden's screaming. His eyes are watering with the very essence of what it means to fight through the pain. This is something that win or lose, he's going to need to see a doctor. Raiden fights through his pain and looks at Drago just putting in everything he has. He begins tapping!
Wait, no! He wasn't tapping! He slammed his hand onto the mat so he can force his body weight onto Drago. He locked his knuckles despite the pain overtaking his whole hands - His fingers are nothing but pain receptors screaming bloody murder, but he covers himself onto Drago. Gabe Valentine makes that pin count:
...One!
...Two!
...NO!
Drago manages to kick out. Raiden is squirming on the ground, holding his digits, moaning in pain.
Taylor: Raiden was so close!
Romano: I don't know how much more he has left in the tank.
Drago gets up off the ground and starts screaming at the referee, Gabe Valentine. He SWEARS that Raiden tapped out, but the referee isn't having it. He's insistent that it wasn't a tap, it was just a move for leverage. Gabe Valentine holds his ground. Drago roars in disapproval and turns back, going to grab Raiden off the mat. Drago starts fucking with Raiden's legs, attempting to drag him to the center of the ring. Raiden's hands are absolutely useless. He kicks wildly at Drago, knocking him back... and into Gabe Valentine! The referee goes tumbling through the ropes to the floor below. Drago turns back, looking down at the referee on the floor, the back at Raiden.
Taylor: The ref is out!
Romano: Oh boy. Let's see what tricks get pulled out of Drago's hat now...
Suddenly, Maverick comes storming from the back. He starts marching down to the ring, presumably to help his Icon brother. The crowd erupts into jeers as Maverick heads down the ramp... only to erupt into cheers shortly after. Confused, Maverick turns around... only for Seth Dillinger to bring a chair cracking down over Maverick's back! Maverick tumbles to the ground.
Taylor: Maverick tried to get involved, but it looks like Raiden has backup!
Seth cracks the chair down over the downed Maverick again, this time warranting an OOOOOH from the crowd. Maverick holds at his back, feeling the impact of the chair shots. Drago sees Seth and starts screaming at him. Seth glances up at Drago, then down at the chair in his hands, then back at the entrance ramp.
Romano: What is going through Seth's mind right now?
Drago starts slamming his hands on the ropes, inviting Seth into the ring. Seth looks at him, then back to the entry way... and then turns to leave.
Taylor: Seth just made sure Maverick didn't interfere, and that's it.
Romano: Hang on...
Seth stops dead in his track with Drago screaming at him from the ring. Seth shrugs it off and keeps walking, but Drago slides out of the ring and starts digging under the apron. He eventually produces a kendo stick, then slides back in the ring, standing menacingly over Raiden Ishimori, who is still clutching his hand in pain. Drago screams a few more choice words at Seth, then winds up, and... CRACKS the kendo stick over the body of the champion! The crowd erupts into boos. Seth slowly turns and looks at Drago, who makes direct eye contact with him and... CRACKS the kendo stick over Raiden yet again!
Taylor: Drago is taking full advantage of the referee still being out!
Romano: Not only that... it seems like he's sending a direct message to Seth Dillinger.
Drago licks his lips and circles around Raiden. He points the kendo stick at Seth, taunting him... then raises the weapon again... and Seth charges the ring! Drago cracks the kendo stick over the Prestige Champion at the same time that Seth hits the ring. Seth raises to a standing position, staring down Drago, chair in hand. Drago turns to face him, brandishing his kendo stick. He raises it over his head... and Seth's instincts kick in! He drives the chair into the stomach of the challenger, causing Drago to drop the kendo stick. Seth lifts the chair over his head and SLAMS it over the back of Drago! The crowd goes apeshit as Drago tumbles to the ground. Seth stands for a moment, shocked at his own actions, staring down at the chair in his hands in a trance... and then he follows up with ANOTHER chair shot to Drago's back! Drago slumps to the mat.
Romano: Well THIS is something I didn't see coming...
Taylor: I thought Seth was just the equalizer!
Romano: Seems like he wasn't going to leave things to chance.
Raiden hasn't even realized what has happened. Seth dumps the chair outside the ring and kicks the kendo stick out as well, then slides back out of the ring, heading up the ramp, where he kicks Maverick in the side again for good measure. Raiden starts to wake up -- all he sees is a downed Drago. Gabe Valentine stirs, climbing back into the ring, unaware of what has happened. Raiden doesn't waste any time... he runs to the ropes, springboarding off of them to hit the Flight Over Osaka! He neatly hooks the leg with his own leg and Valentine makes the count.
...One!
...Two!
...Three!
Jessie Love: Here is your winner and STILL AWF Prestige Champion - Raiden Ishimori!
Raiden flops over, still clutching his hands and completely out of gas.
Taylor: The match is over! Raiden just won! He couldn't use his hands, but he used his legs!
Romano: He may have retained... but I'm not sure the Lone Wolf will like the fact that his own tag partner intervened. Certainly doesn't seem like the Lone Wolf way!
Taylor: I guess we'll see... I have no idea what will come of this, but I can wager that neither Drago nor Raiden will be pleased with that result.
Jeremy Tucker: Thanks for the warm reception everyone! Welcome XHF Network to the SWAT world title fight for the evening. For those of you unfamiliar with our product, my name is Jeremy Tucker, along with my colleague Andrew Fulton, allow me to say what an honour it is be part of this Night of Champions!
Andrew Fulton: Charmed, I'm sure.
Jeremy Tucker: We recognize that this will be the first time many of you will watch our product, and what a great opportunity this is. ...Which is why I have to apologize.
Andrew Fulton: Jeremy, I thought we agreed not to---
Jeremy Tucker: They are going to see it, Andrew. Its important to let them know. Our world champion, Radu Matei, isn't the most scientifically minded of competitors...
Andrew Fulton: He's a violent beast.
Jeremy Tucker: Er. Yeah. Matei is more comfortable outside the ring, but he puts on a hell of a show, and is as tough as they come. He's our world champion for a reason. Since winning the title following battle bowl earlier in the season, he's consistently taken all comers to match of the year contenders. He's no slouch. But he has a rough style, is brutally honest, and doesn't get along with management. Now I can't stress enough how many BIG names have recently joined our company, Jonnie Valentine, Syberus, Cobyrn, Daniel Collins, Beelzebozo, there was even a recent sighting of Vile Vince Viper... we have a mass of legendary talent. Yet among these MANY world contenders, our owner decided to make tonight's challenger his nephew, Joey Morelli.
Andrew Fulton: Making the company look bad on this massive stage, to make his family look good.
Jeremy Tucker: THEN... to give Morelli the edge, he made it a Purist's dream match. No brawling, action kept in the ring, a scientific encounter... doesn't play to the champion's strengths. So the boss's nephew has a VERY GOOD shot of winning our championship this evening, but even more likely...
Andrew Fulton & Jeremy Tucker in unison: The match will be unwatchable.
Jeremy Tucker: ...We apologize in advance.
The camera pans from the depressed looking SWAT announce booth to Bonnie Jenkins in the ring.
Bonnie Jenkins: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is schedule for one fall, and is a PURIST'S DREAM MATCH for the SWAT WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT TITLE!!!!!!!!
With SWAT as a relatively new XHF affiliate, the applause is polite.
Bonnie Jenkins: Entering first, the challenger...
Sfera Ebbasta's "Tran Tran" rocks the arena and out comes Joey Morelli to polite applause. The audience isn't familiar with his work. The small section of the crowd with SWAT enthusiasts that were actually able to snag tickets happily boo their heads off, but even they are half teeny bobbers can be seen wearing Joey Morelli t-shirts and can faintly be heard chanting "Joey." Joey is wearing red, white and green MMA style shorts and MMA gloves, both with the Italian flag on. The lights go off and the words "Modern Day Warrior" followed by "The Godson" flash on the big screen as footage of Candice hugging Joey, Joanne Canelli kicking an opponent in the head, Joe Pesci smiling and highlights of Joey and 'Timeless' Alex winning the 2019 Anzac Cup is shown. The highlight reel ends with the word "Chianti" on the screen.
Jeremy Tucker: It looks like the rest of Chanti have come out to show their support.
After Joey has received his luke warm entrance, the rest of Chanti come out of the back. His uncle, SWAT owner Joe Pesci, tag partner, Timeless Alex Turner, and wife, Candice Morelli. Its safe to say, Candice gets the best reaction.
Bonnie Jenkins: He stands at 6'3, and weights in at 235lbs, coming to us from Brooklyn, New York..."The Godson of SWAT" Joey Morelli!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
With his entourage waiting at ringside, Joey enters the ring and puts his arms in the air while working from corner to corner and awaits his opponent.
Andrew Fulton: Maybe this isn't grotesque nepotism. Apparently the game Mafia is very popular in the XHF, so Pesci might have thought Italian stereotypes were the best way to ingratiate himself to our hosts?
Jeremy Tucker: Cowboy mafia.
Andrew Fulton: We can't catch a break.
Riz Ortolani's haunting theme music to the film Cannibal Holocaust begins to play over the PA system.
Bonnie Jenkins: And the champion...
Purple spotlights search through the crowd, building a sense of dread. The audience boo for the next participant, because he repulses them, but more so they aren't left alone with their thoughts. The erratic movement of the lights start to circle closer together before eventually, the perfect circles of light connect into the body of a large centipede. The visual representation of the insect stalks over the crowd, before racing towards the entranceway. Hitting the black curtains, the purple lights seem to double up, and fold into themselves.
Bonnie Jenkins: Standing at 6'2" and weighing 234lbs - from Sibiu, Romania... please put your hands together for..."The Beast of Dixie" Radu Matei!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Rough hands swatting aside the curtain, the five-time SWAT Dixieland champion pushes his way out into the arena. Not decked out in his usual tux, the sadist from Sibiu wears a powder blue singlet, with all the knee and arm gear you would expect from amateur wrestling. Its not the best look, with massive bruises from his recent defenses clearly exposed, joining a lifetime's worth of scar tissue to form a blue print of areas to work over. At least he's game. The champion is seconded by his bodyguard, Oxanna Willie, and a number of SWAT academy trainees who look unnerved by the large size of the venue. The SWAT world title sits around his waist. Over his right shoulder a large burlap sack is slung. The audience unfamiliar with the product gives the champion a polite reception as well.
Jeremy Tucker: Matei out in wrestling garb - really taking this challenge seriously. Those just joining us, the sack he carries over his shoulder is full of insects, which he frequently covers his opponents with after victory. Will Morelli find them crawling on him tonight?
Andrew Fulton: Far more likely that Joey will be draped in gold.
Approaching ringside, Radu leaves the sack by the ring steps. Matei shoots Pesci and Timeless a dirty look, before turning his attention to Morelli.
Jeremy Tucker: The audience showing both champion and challenger respectful applause. I have a feeling if the crowd was familiar with either of them, they'd be booed out of the arena.
SWAT World Heavyweight Championship
Purist Dream Match
Radu Matei (c) vs Joey Morelli
DING! DING!!!! DING!!!!!!
Jeremy Tucker: There is the bell. Both men circling. Trying to shape one another up. Very similar sizes.
Andrew Fulton: Some apprehension, Morelli teasing shooting in... but finally with a collar and elbow tie-up. Morelli quick to muscle out, and go around for a waistlock. Matei swinging elbows for the break, but referee Kipp Katt letting him know that there will be none of that striking. He'd better believe it too! Pesci would think nothing of disqualifying him and handing the strap to Joey.
Jeremy Tucker: A title changing hands on a DQ? It would throw all its credibility out the window!
Andrew Fulton: I don't think that's a high priority for Chianti.
Jeremy Tucker: Reaching back, Matei pulls Morelli over him with a standing snapmare. That looked awkward, but its one way to get out of a hold. Matei trying to follow in with a camel clutch, but Morelli shoves him away. Back up to his feet, and the two men circling again. Another collar and elbow tie-up...
Andrew Fulton: Morelli quick to turn it into a wristwatch!
Jeremy Tucker: That's a wristlock, Andrew. This is going to be a long night. Morelli trying to hyperextend the pinky, using the momentum to force Matei down to his knees, but the champ grabs an ankle and drags Morelli down. The more experience grappler, Morelli will have none of it - throwing the other leg over neck and putting the champ in some head scissors. Cranking back on the neck, but Matei able to move with it, rolling through... and ON TOP FOR THE COVER! ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Andrew Fulton: Big shoulder up from Joey. I don't think he was expecting Matei to be able to defend against any chain wrestling, no matter how basic.
Jeremy Tucker: I have no doubt that Matei has spent every minute since this match was announced at a gym improving his technical game... I'm just surprised any of it worked. Another tie-up, this time Morelli turns it into a headlock, with Matei shoving him off into the ropes. Morelli coming back, but Matei side steps it, Morelli again into the ropes, comes off - CROSSBODY BLOCK TAKES MATEI OFF HIS FEET! Hook of the leg - ONE! Shoulder up! Letting go of the leg, Morelli driving an elbow into that collar bone to force Matei's shoulders back down! ONE! TWO- Matei gets a foot in the ropes.
Andrew Fulton: This is a world title, it wasn't going to be like taking candy from a---
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Andrew Fulton: Um... elbow slipped.
Jeremy Tucker: Joey Morelli just drove his elbow into Radu Matei's face! Matei broke his own nose to get out of a hold during his title fight with Linda LeFay at our Beatdown in Blackpool show, and I don't want to say Morelli purposely gave him a compound fracture - but from the amount of blood just SEEPING onto the canvas - I'd say the champ has a deviated septum.
Andrew Fulton: Classic Joey. Lets see if Matei wants to pretend to wrestle when he can barely catch a breathe.
Jeremy Tucker: Morelli getting off Matei long enough to drag him into a cobra clutch. Not even going for an obvious choke, just trying to keep that jaw shut as Matei turns red from lack of oxygen, then pale from lack of blood, then red again from blood covering his face... its a vicious cycle.
Andrew Fulton: Matei already looking worse for wear, and Joey pulls him over-
Jeremy Tucker: Cobra Clutch Suplex! Morelli bridging into the pin for ONE! TWO!! Matei with the presence of mind to knock Morelli's leg out, his weight pushing the Godson of SWAT down for.... ONE!!! Morelli lets go of the cobra clutch to break the cover. Both men getting up to their feet, but Joey from behind pulls Matei into a belly-to-back suplex... and rolls through for another belly-to-back suplex - hangs on for the pin--- ONE! TWO!!!! BIG KICKOUT! I have to say when Morelli is initially hooking up, contact looks an AWFUL lot like stiff shots.
Andrew Fulton: With Pesci standing at ringside, you think the ref is going to call Morelli on it? Even if there were forty forearm shots we haven't called yet, Kitt Kapp likes his job.
Jeremy Tucker: The champion's eyes are both bloodshot from the nose break, and swelling shut. Morelli rolling him onto his side, and grinding Matei's face into the canvas while kneeling on his side. Those ribs were badly bruised from his defence against Morelli's partner, Timeless, at our Luck of the Irish show.
Andrew Fulton: After the way Matei manhandled Roxy, he's lucky Timeless didn't bruise him worse!
Jeremy Tucker: A brutal defence that Matei is still healing from, that started with him hospitalizing Timeless' wife. Roxy is the only member of Chanti not at ringside, and you have to think that traumatic ordeal was part of it.
Andrew Fulton: Trying to break women's necks - lets not act like Radu is some great hero. Even if he doesn't deserve to be there, Joey is the good guy in this story. I'm surprised Candice came out here to support her husband, given Matei's horrible misogynistic track record... but that just shows how much faith she has in her husband winning the belt tonight. She's so brave. Way better than our active female wrestlers if you think about it.
Jeremy Tucker: It's also a stipulation that forces Matei to stay in the ring.
Andrew Fulton: That too.
Jeremy Tucker: Though I have to say - for a Purist's Dream match - the canvas is LITERALLY DRENCHED IN BLOOD. They couldn't even get technical wrestling right. Matei coughing up blood from Morelli's assault, and its hard to say if the Anzac Cup winner succeeded in breaking the champs ribs - puncturing a lung - or Radu is just choking on the blood seeping out of his nose. Morelli showing his MMA background locks on a SIDE CONTROL BOW AND ARROW CHOKE!
Andrew Fulton: That looks like its working the neck, arm, and those ribs all at once. Matei had some luck at the start, but Joey is just taking him apart.
Jeremy Tucker: Kitt Kapp checking to see if Matei gives... FIRM NO!
Andrew Fulton: We've seen this since he joined SWAT, you can chop Matei down, but there is no way in hell he's relinquishing the strap on a submission. Still, Chianti seem happy to watch him suffer, and the more he fights this, the less energy he has to kick out later.
Jeremy Tucker: Matei somehow managing to power up - pushes Morelli back so that his shoulders are touching the canvas - ONE!!!!!! TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!! Morelli rolls his shoulders back off, and hangs onto the hold! Matei spitting at the referee when asked for a submission, but the agony is written on his face. AGAIN muscling Morelli forwards for the shoulders down - ONE!!!!!!! TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! TH---Morelli finally lets go of the hold. Both men trying to get up to their feet, but Matei down on his knees favouring that left side. I think he's done a real number on his ribs.
Andrew Fulton: Well he can favour them in the back, because that second hesitation is all Joey needs for a T-BONE SUPLEX!!! Now... you called that a wrist lock?
Jeremy Tucker: Well its a very awkward wrist lock on a prone opponent, because Morelli is just using it as an excuse to kneel on Matei's face. The audience wasn't familiar with him, but there starting to get pretty vocal about these - for lack of a better term - dick tactics.
Andrew Fulton: Well using the wristlock to drag Matei up into an - I didn't know SWAT academy even taught moves like that.
Jeremy Tucker: EXPLODER SUPLEX!!! Morelli just planted Matei, and holds on for... ONE!!!!!!!!!!!! TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THREE--------Matei managing to get a foot in the ropes.
Andrew Fulton: WE WERE HALF AN INCH AWAY FROM A NEW WORLD CHAMP! That Joey - I tell you - he conquered the MMA world, according to his resume at least - comes here and less than a year in our sport wins the Anzac Cup and has a LEGIT shot at winning the title!
Jeremy Tucker: You certainly changed your tune. What happened to him stealing a spot owed to a more deserving athlete?
Andrew Fulton: Pesci is standing like five feet from us! Plus, Matei kind of looks like roadkill.
Jeremy Tucker: Joey Morelli now working the crowd, but using it as an excuse to step on Matei's hamburger looking face. COME ON REF! This was suppose to be a wrestling match, of the amateur kind!
Andrew Fulton: Joey calling for the JOE KO! This is it---
Jeremy Tucker: WAIT, Matei reaching up for a SMALL PACKAGE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Andrew Fulton: The human body doesn't bend that way.
Jeremy Tucker: That... um... Radu Matei just pulled Morelli over for a... school boy.
ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
THREE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Andrew Fulton: NO! Joey somehow managing to kick out... possibly a nervous twitch. I. um. I uh. I've never seen it done like that.
Jeremy Tucker: A school boy rollup where you thought one of the parties might never walk again? YEAH. You've never seen it done like that BECAUSE NO ONE IN THEIR RIGHT MIND HAS SO LITTLE RESPECT FOR THEIR OPPONENT'S HEALTH OR THE SPORT THAT THEY THOUGHT IT WOULD BE A GOOD IDEA! This isn't Canada, we don't have universal health care, so if Joey Morelli has to spend the rest of his life eating through tubes, putting his family on food stamps to keep him alive, to retain a belt, well, that's REALLY messed up.
Andrew Fulton: It was like one of those ganso bombs he used on Lucky Linda... just... spiked his neck.
Jeremy Tucker: I don't know what to say folks. On paper, the champion is a very sympathetic underdog... hell... on TV he looks like bloody mess, but right now we have both men down, and after that stinger I'm a LOT more worried about Joey.
Andrew Fulton: Pesci screaming obscenities on the outside. Candice looks ready to faint. Oxanna Willie is the only thing keeping Timeless from diving into the thick of it. Atmosphere is definitely getting darker than that beating we just witnessed. Well at least the arena audience is getting behind Radu's comeback. I imagine its harder to see to criminal negligence from the nose bleed section.
Jeremy Tucker: Radu sucking back a second wind while still bleeding like a faucet. I hope Kitt Kapp keeps an eye on this, because if Morelli is in as bad a shape as he looks, Kapp may have to step in and end things. Matei putting Morelli in a headlock. Should he even be moving him? Dragging the Godson of SWAT up to his feet... Morelli is dead weight. Now dragging Morelli forwards so that his limp feet are on the canvas, but prone body is a few feet forward. That is an awkward ang----ugh.
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Andrew Fulton: Straight bulldog drop folds Joey down at an awkward angle, that was gross. Looks like he's trying to break Joey's spine.
Jeremy Tucker: Still holding onto the headlock, turns the violently shaking Morelli over, forces a little more pressure on the headlock to stop Pesci's nephew from squirm, and shoves down for the cover...
ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
THREE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The crowd gives a chorus of boos!
Andrew Fulton: NO! Joey Morelli somehow managing to get a foot on the ropes. Not sure how, but I guess he can still feel his legs? Seems unlikely. Maybe Timeless put it there. Either way, the crowd booing heavily, because Joey has done a fantastic job at making them want to see him lose.
Jeremy Tucker: Matei trying to make good on his word to cripple Joey with a headlock, BRUTALLY spins the challenger around into a guillotine choke! Morelli already looks out like a light, so this should be academic!
The crowd starts popping harder than Joey's eyes, hopeful for a Matei win.
Andrew Fulton: Kitt Kapp watching those hands for the tap... can Joey even move his arms to tap out at this point? Probably not, so now Kapp asking if he quits.
Joe Pesci: Did you just say QuItaly? What the hell is that suppose to mean!
At ringside, Joe Pesci starts to berate the referee for no particular reason. Taking out his aggression for the match not going as he'd planned. While Kitt Kapp apologizes for any ethnocentric slurs that he DEFINITELY didn't make, Joey Morelli starts to ball up his fists. They aren't tight fists. You're not even sure if he has full feeling in his hands, but its enough of a clench to throw into the champion's side. Again. Again. These might be sissy slaps. Morelli has no legs. How much power is behind them? It doesn't matter. All that matters is that he's throwing strikes in a match that isn't suppose to have them while the referee's back is turned, and the audience react like this is the single worst cheating they've ever seen! YOU GIVE NIGHT OF CHAMPIONS A SHITTY GIMMICK MATCH, AND YOU CAN'T EVEN STICK TO THE GIMMICK? Cries of rage. Sadly this chorus of boos make Kitt Kapp really question if he said something anti-Italian, and now he feels even worse as he apologizes to Pesci. This gives Joey Morelli more time to strike. And even if they're illegal, even if they're weak, hammering against potentially broken ribs is enough to break even the strongest of grips.
Jeremy Tucker: Joe Pesci making an ass of himself at ringside bullying the official, and Joey Morelli with the presence of mind to BREAK that guillotine choke! Its a relief to see him able to move after that................ depraved looking school boy.
MASSIVE JEERS come from the crowd!
Andrew Fulton: The arena is on fire as Joey fights his way back up to his feet. Looks like Pesci has forgiven Kitt Kapp, though may have to fine and send him to sensitivity training. Kapp returning to the action, just as Joey starts grappling again. Fortunate that.
Jeremy Tucker: Audience not caring for Morelli's come back at all, as Matei coughs up more blood. Morelli shoots in with a bear hug, again trying shatter Matei's ribs in the hopes that a broken shard stabs through just enough organs to get decision. Matei no selling the bear hug like sociopath, wraps his arms around Morelli for a make shift - and damned dangerous looking belly-to-belly suplex!
Andrew Fulton: Again dropping Morelli on his head. I feel like we're watching Puroresu, because King's Road style is going to shorten both their careers by decades!
Jeremy Tucker: Matei holding on, rolling through, though really favouring those ribs, fighting through the pain, and somehow managing to take Morelli over for a SECOND AWKWARD AS HELL BELLY-TO-BELLY SUPLEX!!! RIGHT ON HIS DAMN SKULL! THERE'S THE PIN---
ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
THREE????????????????????????????????????????????????
Andrew Fulton: Joey again managing to kick out! What a trooper! Is his neck already made out of aluminum or what, because the kid is a damned cyborg! I thought Matei had him!
Jeremy Tucker: Matei again trying to show off his chain wrestling, puts Joey in a hammerlock armbar and attempts to make it look overly complicated, but the reversals are all one sided, and just proceed to painfully drag Morelli across the canvas. Matei is some kind of a monster, but the crowd are eating it up.
"MATEI!" "MATEI!" "MATEI!" "MATEI!" "MATEI!" "MATEI!"
"MATEI!" "MATEI!" "MATEI!" "MATEI!" "MATEI!" "MATEI!"
"MATEI!" "MATEI!" "MATEI!" "MATEI!" "MATEI!" "MATEI!"
"MATEI!" "MATEI!" "MATEI!" "MATEI!" "MATEI!" "MATEI!"
"MATEI!" "MATEI!" "MATEI!" "MATEI!" "MATEI!" "MATEI!"
Jeremy Tucker: For surviving Morelli's onslaught and coming back, Radu Matei is starting to really win over the crowd.
Andrew Fulton: You have to know him to hate him.
Jeremy Tucker: Morelli might not be a bloody husk, but he is out of it. Matei now looking to finish things, this is where things get difficult, as most of his finishing moves rely on strikes, that frankly, won't fly. The closest thing he has to a legal move in this match is an octopus hold variation, and even that is rope assisted.
Andrew Fulton: He's going to have to make it work. Or cripple Joey for life. He seems content with either outcome.
Jeremy Tucker: Takes Morelli down again with a butterfly suplex, and now going for the... here we go...
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Jeremy Tucker: No ropes, but the champ has his CENTIPEDE LOCK wrapped around Morelli! THIS IS IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Jeremy Tucker: Center of the ring with no where to go, and Joey Morelli can barely stand as it is - I smell victory!
Andrew Fulton: Matei might look like like he lost the battle, but he's stealing this war! The crowd are on their seats anticipating the inevitable.
Jeremy Tucker: Kipp Katt checking on Joey Morelli who looks like he wants to shake his head yes, but is screaming back a less than convincing no through clenched teeth! How long can the challenger hold off the pain.
Andrew Fulton: Full credit to Morelli, who has put up a much better fight than I think most of us thought he had in him. Even if he came up short, I think he really silenced a lot of his doubters. Hell of a match. We'll send it over to the beautiful ladies of SSS---
Jeremy Tucker: He hasn't given up yet!
Andrew Fulton: And your point?
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Jeremy Tucker: Morelli SQUEEZING on Matei's broken nose to force the break! To his credit, the champ didn't scream, but he looks ready to faint!
Andrew Fulton: Matei staggering back into the ropes, comes off for the ropes - shooting in for a spinning drop toehold, but Morelli puts the breaks on, and steps through. Pulls away from an inside cradle attempt, LEG DRAG almost makes you think he still had something in the tan----------OH MY GOD!
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Jeremy Tucker: ITALIAN BASIL LEAF!!!! THE ITALIAN BASIL LEAF!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Andrew Fulton: Managing to position Matei in the centre of the ring, but Morelli has it locked in!!! Matei can pass out from the pain, it will still be a TKO victory, because there is NO WHERE TO GO and that move is snapped on PERFECTLY!
Jeremy Tucker: Joey Morelli with his sharp shooter variation dead centre! Matei squirming around violently - not unlike the bugs he's so fond of - but as much as he desperately reaches for the ropes, he's a good three feet from safety.
Andrew Fulton: Three feet, it could be three miles - Morelli is leaning into that back, and writhing around in pain is just making Matei further injure those MESSED UP ribs of his. There is no where to go, THIS IS IT!
Jeremy Tucker: Joe Pesci calling for the bell, but fortunately the time keeper doesn't work for SWAT, but the XHF, so is actually waiting for the referee to confirm it. Can't be long now, as Matei is starting to pass out.
Andrew Fulton: Everyone sold him short! But don't forget - Radu Matei's only loss in the last three years came at the hands of that man right there! Joey Morelli pinned him in tag team action at the Anzac Cup, and is beating him again tonight! I for one feel foolish for ever doubting him.
The crowd jeer Morelli's success, and try to cheer on Matei, who flails about like a cockroach that has been cut in half. Unable to reach the ropes, no matter how hard he tries to hyper extend his arms, Matei is left frustratingly beaten. Standing by the apron, Pesci smiles at the fallen champion, while Timeless Alex Turner shouts some less than supportive expletives.
Jeremy Tucker: Matei looks like he's losing consciousness from the pain... and Kitt Kapp now coming to raise his arm... dropping...
ONCE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
TWICE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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THRE---------------------Matei keeps it up.
Keeping his arm up in the air, Matei then slams his fist on the canvas. Frustrated, and with no where to go, the world champion drives his head down into the canvas. The mat has some give, but not much. He repeats this action. Again and again. Like an animal trying to gnaw its own foot out of a trap. Smashing his already crimson masked face into the canvas, the bleeding that had started to - frankly run out of blood - starts flowing furiously again. Matei figures he has about 1.5 gallons of blood in him. Can probably coast by on that .5.
Andrew Fulton: That's sick. Its like the end of a slasher. Other people need to use that ring! You're going to give someone a staph infection, or hep c....
Jeremy Tucker: Matei someone digging deep to bleed even more on the canvas... what is his...
Andrew Fulton: We saw him try something like this in the Linda match, but that was a very different move, and he got so lucky it basically caused him his title tonight.
Ramming his fists into the mat, Matei starts to pull himself forwards, using the blood on the mat to slick himself forwards. Its not easy. But after his forth attempt, he manages to pull Morelli a foot back. A foot back into the gory mat. The moment Morelli's boots are slicked up, the push becomes faster. The smile fades as Pesci joins Timeless in spitting obscenities at the world champion. Then it comes.
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MONSTER POP from those in attendance!
Jeremy Tucker: HE DID IT! AGAINST THE LAWS OF PHYSICS AND BASIC DECENCY, MATEI SOMEHOW GETS TO THE ROPES!
Furious, Pesci tries to pry Matei's hand off the ropes, but by this time Kitt Kapp has noticed, and is telling the SWAT owner to stop it.
Jeremy Tucker: Pesci trying to break the save, but the referee having no part of it. Pesci getting verbally abusive, so Kapp goes straight to Morelli to give him a five count for the break. 1... 2... 3... 4... Morelli taking his time in letting it go. Matei may have avoided the embarrassment of a submission loss, but he looks out Andrew.
Andrew Fulton: I've watched snuff films where the stars have more kick in them than Matei, Jeremy.
Jeremy Tucker: Gross Andrew. Morelli calling for the JOE KO!!!
The arena is filled with a chorus of boos!
Jeremy Tucker: Morelli trying to pull Matei up for it, but the champ is still clinging to those ropes... he might be unconscious.
Andrew Fulton: Joey somehow managing to yank him off, here we go---------------
Jeremy Tucker: JOE KOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO---
Andrew Fulton: NO!!!
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Jeremy Tucker: Matei pulling Morelli over with a small package... which sounds non-threatening enough, except he SPIKED HIM ON HIS DAMNED HEAD!!!
Andrew Fulton: As small packages go, that thing was letter bomb!
Jeremy Tucker: Matei once again proving that he's the worst person in this building, and there is the cover...
ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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THREE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
MASSIVE BOOS RUNNING WILD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Andrew Fulton: Good news! Joey still has enough fight to get his shoulder up, or twitch violently. Any movement is good movement.
Jeremy Tucker: Matei thought he had him. Looks pissed. Turns to Candice as smiles at her... that riled up the Chanti crew. I think we're going to see a CWM Special, which given the rules of the match, is about the only thing Matei has left in his arsenal that can put a stop to this.
Andrew Fulton: You'd be pissed off too. Its almost like Matei's envisioning Candice spending the rest of her life wiping her quadriplegic husband's ass. Its too bad the audience isn't familiar with our product, its kind of unnerving seeing him treated like a nice person.
Jeremy Tucker: Matei lifting the prone Morelli up for the special...
Andrew Fulton: Naked.
Jeremy Tucker: Come again?
Andrew Fulton: Matei is probably envisioning Candice NAKED, feeding her husband and helping him go to the bathroom. I feel like we're on the same wavelength. I just wish he could squash this feud with Pesci so I could get back to living vicariously through him. Except the bug stuff.
Jeremy Tucker: SHUT UP ANDREW - HERE IS YOUR CMW SPECIAL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Andrew Fulton: JOE KO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Jeremy Tucker: Morelli reverses out, with the JOE KO!!!!! ...Here he comes with the cover....
ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
THREE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
MASSIVE POP FROM THE FANS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Andrew Fulton: HE DID IT!
Jeremy Tucker: YES HE DID!
Andrew Fulton: Radu Matei got his foot in the ropes.
Jeremy Tucker: He looks like a corpse. I don't know where he found it in him, but he somehow hung on.
Andrew Fulton: Joey is pissed. And its a good thing he didn't see Matei's Candice quad personal support worker wet dream, or he'd really be mad.
Jeremy Tucker: It took a few seconds to make the cover, but Joey Morelli could do it. He is almost there. He just needs to hit the JOE KO ONE MORE TIME!
Andrew Fulton: NO... instead... dragging Matei to the part of the canvas that is still white... well... pink.
Jeremy Tucker: Not as much blood there, what is he thinking - Italian Basil Leaf - and Matei doesn't have enough litres of blood left in him to pull that stunt twice. Here we go!
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Andrew Fulton: ITALIAN BASIL LEAF!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Jeremy Tucker: Matei counters with... if that's an inside cradle, then my start pistol is a god damn magnum!
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Andrew Fulton: INSIDE CRADLE!
Jeremy Tucker: He just dropped him hard on his neck again. What an piece of sh-----
Andrew Fulton: There's the cover!
ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
THREE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Joe Pesci: FUCK!
MASSIVE POP from everyone watching!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
DING!!!!!!!!!!!!! DING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! DING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Andrew Fulton: Radu Matei once again trying add lustre to the SWAT world title with a successful defence at this night of champions! And he did it with a wrestling hold.
Jeremy Tucker: This was suppose to be a Purist's Dream match. They were all suppose to be wrestling holds. Instead we got a blood bath, with the one guy punching away when the referee's back was turned, and the other one, OUR champion, putting a guy's life at risk on multiple occasions with moves that were frankly negligent. That was nothing to be proud of, Andrew.
Andrew Fulton: But its way better than we thought it would be.
Jeremy Tucker: Light years.
"SWAT!" "SWAT!!" "SWAT!!!!!!" "SWAT!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
"SWAT!" "SWAT!!" "SWAT!!!!!!" "SWAT!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
"SWAT!" "SWAT!!" "SWAT!!!!!!" "SWAT!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
"SWAT!" "SWAT!!" "SWAT!!!!!!" "SWAT!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
"SWAT!" "SWAT!!" "SWAT!!!!!!" "SWAT!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
"SWAT!" "SWAT!!" "SWAT!!!!!!" "SWAT!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
"SWAT!" "SWAT!!" "SWAT!!!!!!" "SWAT!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Andrew Fulton: Well mister "exposing the business with bullshit career ending injuries" it looks like Matei and Morelli really won over the XHF fans!
Jeremy Tucker: Clearly, while offensive, both men put themselves through hell for our world title. I am glad the audience appreciated it.
In the ring, the SWAT academy students hand Radu Matei his large sack. Timeless Alex Turner, Candice Morelli and Joe Pesci all want to save the unconscious Joey Morelli, but they are also worried that Matei will empty the contents of his bag on them.
Andrew Fulton: Matei with his bag of creepy crawlies... at our Blackpool show, Lucky Linda held her own with him, actually earned enough respect that he didn't cover her in bugs. This match was just as special as that, do you think Joey has done enough for Matei to forgo his post match ritual?
Jeremy Tucker: Well leading up to this match, Morelli poisoned Matei, killed his pets, cut a lot of promos that were mostly personal attacks, and tried to crush him to death...
Andrew Fulton: And?
Jeremy Tucker: They probably still don't like each other.
Andrew Fulton: Oh.
The crowd gives a MASSIVE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Jeremy Tucker: RADU MATEI EMPTYING THAT BAG OF DEVIL'S COACH HORSE BEETLES ON JOEY MORELLI!!!! Those things smell god awful, and bite like crazy! Morelli slowly coming to, and FREAKING OUT as the bugs tear his flesh!!!
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The crowd cheer again as Joey Morelli freaks out covered in bugs, giving Matei a surreal face pop. Outside the ring, Morelli's uncle, wife, and tag partner come to his aid, they just don't want to touch the horrible insects.
Andrew Fulton: Radu Matei now celebrating in the ring, but this was close. Damn close. I don't think this is the last time we see Joey Morelli coming after that strap, and next time I don't expect to hear anyone complain about it. Great job, all around.
BOOM!
Jeremy Tucker: In the ring, Radu Matei has a T-shirt gun, shooting SWAT T-shirts out into the audience. Enjoying one night as a fan favourite, though for those of you who join us on our regular broadcasts, your opinion of him will quickly lessen. He is a monster. And is only fooling people tonight, because it amuses him.
Andrew Fulton: Listen to those SWAT chants - its great to be a part of the XHF.
The crowd continue to cheer as Matei uses his gun to fire SWAT wrestler merchandise into the crowd.
Jeremy Tucker: We're going to send it back now to----
"AAAAH!"
Matei is still using that canon to fire things into the audience, but he's all out of T-shirts.
Jeremy Tucker: Well... there's the Matei we know, and tolerate largely because he holds the title. Having run out of T-shirts, he's now loading his gun up with worms and nailing members of the audience.
Andrew Fulton: He's giving less people serious emotional trauma than usual though, we still have a lot of converts. I'm chalking this up to a win.
As the crowd turn on the SWAT champion, he turns on the exiting Chanti members.
BOOM!
Closer range, the blast knocks Pesci over his field, covering the SWAT owner in worms. The audience cheer! They are so conflicted.
Jeremy Tucker: For the SWAT world title match, I'm Jeremy Tucker, along with Andrew Fulton. Thank you for having us as an affiliate. ...The champion doesn't represent all of us.
Radu Matei celebrates in the ring, while a bloody Morelli and disgusted Pesci stare on from the aisle with murderous rage.
As the ring area is getting cleaned up everything goes dark....
Black Plague: By now, you all should know who I am.
We open on a desolate battlefield, littered with bodies. The scenery is of an apocalyptic setting. A lone person walks through the battle field, as the robotic voiceover continues.
Black Plague: I'm a man on many names, you'll come to learn them through time. I come to you, to the XHF. To IRW with a purpose. I have a target. I have a mission. I'm not here for titles, for success. I'm here to get blood on my hands.
The scene fades into a field. The figure stands in the same spot in both fields. He turns to the camera.
Black Plague: I come from another dimension. Another reality like your own. I come from one desolated by a war, by one where I was tasked to save the world. Instead, I ended up destroying it.
A solemn silence.
Black Plague: I've traveled many realities, searching for one with anomolies similar to the one that destroyed my own. This one matches up exactly. So my goal is now in place. I'm here to prevent your reality from becoming my own. There will be sacrifice. There will be bloodshed. But while I'm here, I may as well have a bit of fun.
Black Plague: Marcus Jackson, you're nothing but a small cog in the way of me destroying the machine of doom that encapsulates your world. Will you do your part in saving it? Or will you simply resist the truth, and fall to me?
He chuckles, turning away once more.
Black Plague: IRW... Are you down with the Dark Realm?
End feed.
Yumiko Kanagawa: [In translated Japanese](Now it’s time for the part of the show that many people will probably skip, but what they’ll fail to see is a long rivalry that was touched on last year and even last week. Kaichan, STRiFE and Fukushima Zombie have been going back and forth with each other for over a year now. Now this rivalry has spanned countless promotions and countless different matches.)
Kayako Kai: (That’s right Yumichan, These two women have been going back and forth from the now defunct Rose City Wrestling to our very own SSS and everywhere in between. They have about an even record now, but their bad blood is still bleeding through. That’s why we felt we had to up the stakes for this match tonight and make it our second ever Ladder match in company history!)
The lights start to dim as the intro to “Sin” by Lynch. begins to play throughout the venue. The song starts to really kick into high gear at about twenty-eights seconds. At that point, STRiFE makes her way out from the back; her signature black towel is draped around her shoulders and covering the top of her head.
There’s a seriousness and sternness in her eyes as she deliberately makes her way down to the ring. She circles the ring until she makes it over to the steel steps. STRiFE then steps through the ropes and enters the ring. She makes her over to where the hard camera is positioned. She then removes the towel, revealing her face. STRiFE gives the camera a dirty look or two before she heads to the corner. The music then dies down as she waits for the match to begin.
Kayako Kai: (Here comes STRiFE! She actually got this match winning this years Mach 20 tournament and challenging her long term rival Fukushima Zombie to this match we’re seeing tonight!)
Smoke fills the entrance way as we pan across headstones. Zombie hands pop out from the ground and wiggle around. One has the Goddess of Sakura championship laying in front of it. The hand turns to two and we see a skinny figure come out from the ground. It’s Fukushima Zombie, who rises from the grave, literally! She grabs her Goddess of Sakura title and manages to make her way into the ring.
Yumiko Kanagawa: (That’s our Goddess of Sakura champion, Fukushima Zombie coming to the ring the only way she knows how! She’s been the most dominant champion in our companies history and in the entirety of the XHF Network for a very long time, if ever. For as far as our knowledge goes she’s the only champion of the modern day’s XHF and it’s Network iteration to hold a title for over one full calendar year in a single reign. The only other champion to even come close to that right now is the AXW’s Anthony Caffery who as of this date has held the AXW Undisputed Championship for 219 days. So eat your hearts out network! We have the best wrestling, the best shows and not only the best, but the longest reigning champion in the XHF Networks entire history!)
Karin Wholfe: (This match is a ladder match and can only be won by climbing the ladder and retrieving the Goddess of Sakura Championship. Introducing first, in the blue corner, standing in at 5’4 and weighing in at 120 pounds, coming from Kyoto, Japan… she is STRiFE!)
Karin Wholfe: (And her opponent in the red corner, she is the current, reigning defending Goddess of Sakura Champion! Currently she has 7 title defenses spanning over one year! Standing in at 5’5 and weighing in at 135 pounds, from Okuma-machi, Fukushima, Japan…. She is Fukushima Zombie!)
The SSS faithful who made the trip to America cheer both competitors on, throwing red and black streamers in the ring for STRiFE and purple and black streamers in the ring for Fukushima Zombie. Despite STRiFE being a heel, she’s still highly respected by the fans and other competitors alike. But tonight she faces perhaps one of her toughest matches since defeated Alexis Grace earlier this year. Not even touching yet and the arena is electric for this ladder match. Both ladies stare holes into each other as they circle around.
SSS Goddess of Sakura Championship
Ladder Match
Fukushima Zombie (c) vs STRiFE
Their names are cheered by their respective fans before both women tie up. They end in a stalemate and let go, backing up and circling each other some more. They lock up again and this time it’s Zombie who gets the advantage. Her inch of height helps her enough to push down STRiFE into a bridge. Causing some strain on her back. She kicks her legs, causing her to fall flat on her back now, and tires to lay in some stomps into her midsection. STRiFE eats some and dodges another before managing to grab Zombie’s leg. She pulls on it, causing her to fall. STRiFE gets on top of her and hits some mounted strikes on Fukushima before getting up.
Both women charge each other, but dodge the lariat strike that eac were looking for. They run the ropes and come back at each other. This time with drop kicks. Both hit and roll out of the ring, this time on the outside, they charge and brawl on the outside. Not letting up one bit. STRiFE shoves Fukushima into the guard rail, Zombie grabs STRiFE and throws her over the railing into the crowd. She jumps on the railing and jumps off attempting a hurricanrana onto STRiFE. She catches Fukushima and powerbombs her back first onto the Guard railing. She picks her back up and throws her into a row of chairs before getting back to ringside.
STRiFE grabs a few ladders and pushes them into the ring before she follows up. She climbs up the ladder and just as she climbs up the ladder she’s met by Fukushima, who springboards from the ropes onto the ladder. Another ladder is in the ring, but laying behind Zombie on the mat. They throw punches at each other before Zombie suplexes her off the ladder and onto the ladder below. STRiFE crashes hard, but stays on the ladder. Fukushima still on top of the ladder decides to do what everyone in these situations do. No not get the belt when she has the perfect chance to, but to jump off and hit those high spots! She jumps off and goes for a shooting star press. STRiFE rolls out of the way and zombie goes midsection first into the steel ladder. Both women lay out in pain.
Yumiko Kanagawa: (Both women absolutely killing each other in this match! Giving their all to get the Goddess of Saura Championship tonight!)
Both ladies eventually manage to get up, but are certainly not feeling any better. They brawl some more and manage to fall out of the ring again. This time they’re going towards the various commentators tables and timekeepers tables. Both continue throwing fists till they spill out onto the other side again. Fukushima powerbombs STRiFE through one table. But she picks her back up and drags her to the SSS Commentators table. She pushes Yumiko and Kayako out of the way before she grabs a monitor and smashes it across STRiFE’s head. STRiFE wobbles a bit, but grabs the other monitor and smashes it across Fukushima’s head.
Both ladies struggle to stand a bit now, as both are bleeding profusely. With glass shards in their hair and faces, monitors are wrapped around their necks like necklaces as they start laying in hard and heavy chops to each other. STRiFE catches a chop and bangs Fukushima’s head on the table before she pushes her on it and climbs up herself. Zombie knees her in the gut a few times and goes for a powerbomb. STRiFE breaks free and sends elbows and knees her way. She picks up Fukushima into a powerbomb position. Fuku goes for a hurricanrana again, but is stuck. STRiFE drops her head and neck first, through the table with a kawada driver!
The crowd lose their minds at what they’ve seen as both ladies lay outside in the rubble of wood and glass. Still with monitors around their necks, STRiFE eventually is the first one to get up. She gets back ringside and looks under the ring. She sets up a table outside before sliding back in the ring and setting up a ladder. She climbs up it slowly, but surely she reaches close to the top. She starts to tumble a bit though, We cut to the hardcam and see at the bottom Fukushima has hold of the ladder and is lifting the other side. She lifts it more and more until she flips it over and makes STRiFE fall off the ladder and crash outside into the table below.
Kayako Kai: (Holy Shit! These ladies are killing each other tonight!)
Zombie collapses as well for a brief moment before rolling out of the ring. She grabs another ladder and gets back in before setting up the fallen ladder and bridging the new one between the setup ladder and the middle rope. She climbs up the ladder, slowly but surely and reaches the top. Zombie touches the belt, but jerks back a bit as she’s met with a forearm to the gut. STRiFE is up top now too as the two ladies share chops and strikes with each other. Each blow taking more and more out of one another. STRiFE gets a little more in and gets higher up. Fukushima Lifts STRiFE into a suplex like position but she lands back on her side of the ladder. Both land some more strikes in before STRiFE picks up Zombie, both at the very top of the ladder now, Zombie in a piledriver position now. STRiFE jumps off the top of the ladder piledriving Fukushima right onto the bridged ladder below!
Yumiko Kanagawa: (OH MY GOD! STRiFE WITH THE PILEDRIVER OFF THE LADDER! ONTO ANOTHER ONE BELOW!)
Kayako Kai: (Both ladies down right now, but STRiFE looks to be getting back to her feet now.)
Fukushima is lying between two ladder rungs, upside down, while STRiFE is now climbing back up the ladder. She reaches the top and grabs the belt, winning the match.
Karin Wholfe: (Your winner of this match and NEW Goddess of Sakura Champion… STRiFE!)
In SSS tradition the CEO Emi Sakata, COO Kiyomi Yamashita, and women’s GM Akane Ueda come out from the back. They all shake STRiFE’s hand before Akane gives her a bouquet of flowers. Kiyomi gives her a huge check worth roughly 100,000 US Dollars and Emi helps put the title around her waist.
Yumiko Kanagawa: (393. That is how many days Fukushima Zombie held onto her belt. 393 days is how long it took anyone to get it off of her. STRiFE has done the impossible and beaten the most dominant champion, not only in SSS history, but in the entire history of the XHF Network. THE longest reigning champion period has finally met her match and now? Well now we’ll see one of the biggest bad asses take over.)
REF: THANKS FOR HAVING US XHF, WE'RE EXCITED TO DISPLAY TONIGHT WHAT WE CAN DO ON THIS GRAND STAGE!
REF: *Wearing his new CW Extravaganzanental Championship around his waist*
REF: WHILE SUBJECT #42 IS GOING FOR THE TOP PRIZE OF THE NETWORK LATER TONIGHT
REF: RIGHT NOW ITS ALL ABOUT THE TOP PRIZE IN DESTINY!
REF: AND WE'RE GOING TO GET A MATCH MANY THOUGHT WOULD BE THE MAIN EVENT OF MASTER OF DESTINY
REF: WITHOUT FURTHER ADO
REF: INTRODUCING OUR CHALLENGER FIRST
REF: THE AUTHOR
REF: TRAVIS
REF: MONROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOE
Monroe: *The arena lights darken, and 4 spotlight shine the stage, has 4 men dressed as famous writer emerge form the shadows. From left to right they stand, Edgar Allen Poe, H.P. Lovecraft, J.R.R. Tolkien, and lastly Stephen King. They all turn to center of the stage, as the spotlight merge into one. Suddenly "Do You Really Want It" by Nothing More echoes through out the arena. As Travis Monroe appears on stage. He takes a look around to see the crowd and look's at the camera and says, "Let's make history". Before running to ring and sliding under the ropes. He then stand in the corner and waits patiently*
REF: TRAVIS MONROE CERTAINLY HAS A WAY WITH WORDS AS THE MEN ON STAGE IMPLY, BUT HE'S ALSO GOT SOME WAY IN THE RING
REF: HOWEVER, HE CAME UP SHORT AGAINST JOHNNY BULLDOG JUST A COUPLE OF WEEKS BEFORE MASTER OF DESTINY. DOES THAT STILL HAUNT HIM AND WILL IT INTERFERE IN THIS MATCH?
REF: AND HIS OPPONENT
REF: DESTINY WRESTLING HEAVY WEIGHT CHAMPION
REF: THE LION
REF: MIKE
REF: LIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
Monroe: Begins to pace back and forth, getting restless
Lio: *As "Hurt" by Johnny Cash begins, a single spotlight shines upon the stage. In the center of the spotlight is the DW heavyweight championship. As the song continues, we see on the big screen flash backs of Mike Lio's Career. Not only from his time in DW, but also dating back to the other fed he was in. Notable matches he was involved in. The first time he won various championships. And finally, him standing tall and alone having rewon the DW heavyweight title. As the screen fades to black, Lio emerges from the curtains wearing a purple robe adorned with gold spikes around the collar, and a crown on his head that appears to have a roaring lion on the front, in matching purple and gold. He walks to the title and picks it up hoisting it for all to see.*
REF: AND THERE'S THE CHAMP HIMSELF, LETTING IT BE KNOWN HIS ROAD WAS A LONG ONE, BUT SOMEHOW IT ALWAYS COMES ACROSS GOLD
REF: BUT HE'S ALSO LOST GOLD ON THE WAY TOO, WILL TONIGHT BE DIFFERENT?
Lio: *As he hoists the title into the air, he is showered with golden sparks. He emerges from them, striding to the ring with the title over one shoulder. He enters the ring, and hoists the title once more for all to see. Retreating to a corner, he keeps a laser focus on Monroe as he disrobes, handing the title off to the ref.*
REF: *Hands it off to a ringside attendant*
Monroe: *Cracks his knuckles and prepares for a fight*
REF: THIS MATCH WILL BE CONTESTED UNDER DESTINY'S NORMAL CHAMPIONSHIP RULES
REF: BOTH MEN HAVE THREE XP
REF: MONROE IS THE CHALLENGER, SO MONROE PICK A SIDE
Monroe: Left
REF: OKAY
REF: MONROE ON THE LEFT, LIO ON THE RIGHT
DW Heavy Weight Championship
Mike Lio (c) vs Travis Monroe
BOTDiceParser:
Details:[2D4 (2 4)]
**DING DING DING**
REF: HEAVY WEIGHT TITLE ON THE LINE
Monroe: Both men circle the ring before locking in a Classic collar and elbow. Monroe gets the advantage and Irish Whips Lio into the ropes catching him with a Fall-away Slam
Lio: *Sizes up his opponent before walking to the middle of the ring*
Lio: Lock up Monroe in a classic collar and elbow tie up as well. Transition into an irish whip. Hit him with a brutal looking elbow to the jaw on the rebound!
BOTDiceParser:
Details:[2D10 (5 10)]
REF: BOTH MEN HIT THE CENTER OF THE RING, COLLAR AND ELBOW FOLLOWS, A BIT OF A STRUGGLE, TURNS INTO THE THE IRISH WHIP, MONROE OFF THE ROPES, ELBOW TO MONROE'S JAW!
Monroe: *Holds his jaw and checks to see that he still has all his teeth*
Lio: *Smirks and bows slightly*
Monroe: Bounces of the ropes and catch Lio in the jaw with a Flying European Uppercut
Lio: Grab Monroe by the head and drag him to a turnbuckle. Slam him into it and hit a SUPER STIFF knife edged chop to the chest!
BOTDiceParser:
Details:[2D10 (8 9)]
REF: MONROE'S HEAD COMES RIGHT OFF THE CORNER, THEN LISTEN TO THE SOUND THAT CHOP MADE
Monroe: *Falls in the corner before dropping to the lower part of it*
Lio: Casually walk towards the other corner, bounce off the ropes, then come at Monroe in the corner with a classic corner kick to the jaw! (FO)
Monroe: Catches Lio midstride and tosses him over the corner to the outside with an Exploder Suplex (FO)
BOTDiceParser:
Details:[2D10 (3 4)]
REF: LIO AGAIN, SHOWING PERHAPS WHY HES CHAMPION, USES THOSE ROPES TO DELIVER A NASTY KICK TO THE JAW
REF: BLOOD?
BOTDiceParser:
Details:[2D10 (6 8)]
REF: NO...
Monroe: *Is turned inside out by the kick*
Lio: Dump Monroe over the ropes to the outside. Size up Monroe, rebound off the opposite ropes and nail him with a flying tope con hilo! (OTMR)
Monroe: Catch Lio midair and drop him face first into the barricade (FO)
BOTDiceParser:
Details:[2D10 (10 4)]
REF: MONROE FIRES BACK
REF: LIO SCALES THE ROPES, BUT MONROE CATCHES HIM AND SENDS HIM THROUGH THE CADES!
REF: BLOOD?
BOTDiceParser:
Details:[2D10 (4 5)]
REF: NO...
Lio: *Bounces off the cades and lands hard on the ground!*
Monroe: Jumps onto the apron and leaps onto Lio with a picturesque Asai moonsault (FO)
Lio: Sidestep Monroe this time, allowing HIM to crash into the cades! Then go up top and hit an elbow onto him for good measure! (OTTR, FO, SETUP)
BOTDiceParser:
Details:[2D10 (2 1)]
REF: MONROE HOPS ON THE APRON AND SPLASHES DOWN WITH AN ASAI MOONSAULT!
REF: BLOOD ON LIO?
BOTDiceParser:
Details:[2D10 (6 1)]
REF: NO...
Lio: *Gets caught with the huge moonsault and is sent reeling!*
Monroe: Grabs Lio by the back of his neck and throws him back into the ring. Jump to the top rope and comes down of his head with a Knee Drop (OTTR)
Lio: Roll away from Monroe, attempt a standing SSP!
BOTDiceParser:
Details:[2D10 (6 9)]
REF: LIO IS ROLLED INTO THE RING, MONROE SCALES THE CORNER, GOES FOR A LEAPING KNEE DROP
REF: BUT NO! LIO ROLLS OUT OF THE WAY, GETS UP, STANDING SHOOTING STAR PRESS!
REF: MONROE IS NOW FATIGUED
Monroe: *Hit the mat hard and misses, appears to have tweaked his knee on the landing*
Lio: Approach Monroe on the ground and lock in.... A SHARPSHOOTER! (Submission, Setup)
Monroe: Kick Lio off of him, kips up, almost falling over and catch him with the Saving Document Knee Strike
BOTDiceParser:
Details:[2D10 (7 5)]
REF: LIO TRIES TO WRAP MONROE UP, BUT MONROE FORCES HIM OFF WITH LEG STRENGTH, HE JUMPS UP! SAVE THE DOCUMENT!
Monroe: *Waves his arms to get the crowd behind him*
Lio: *Gets caught with the knee strike unawares and crashes to the mat holding his face!*
Monroe: Runs at a prone Lio and hits running senton
Lio: Rolls away back to his feet, hit Monroe with a HUGE running knee strike! (Setup)
BOTDiceParser:
Details:[2D10 (10 5)]
REF: MONROE FOLLOWS THAT UP WITH A BEAUTIFUL RUNNING SENTON
REF: WHAT A MATCH WE GOT GOING
Monroe: Picks up Lio before sending back to the mat with the Re-Write (Jumping Flatliner) (Setup, 1XP)
REF: MONROE UP TO 1.5+
Lio: *On the mat prone, gets caught with the huge senton and clutches at his chest!*
Lio: Throw him to the ground as he jumps into the air. Follow up with a HUGE leg drop across the neck!
BOTDiceParser:
Details:[2D10 (3 10)]
REF: XP DOESN'T CARRY
REF: LIO IS PICKED UP, BUT BRINGS MONROE DOWN WITH WITH A LEG DROP OVER HIS NECK!
Monroe: *Hold the back of neck with one and while pounding the mat with the other*
Monroe: *Gets to hands and knees*
Lio: *Calls for a chair and gets one thrown into the ring which he catches.*
Lio: Size up Monroe, throw the chair at him, then SUPERKICK IT INTO HIS FACE! VAN-DRAGONATOR! (FO, Setup, 1XP)
REF: LIO IS UP TO 1.5+
Monroe: Throws the chair back at Lio and catches him with the Spellcheck (Setup, 1XP)
REF: LIO IS DOWN TO .5+
BOTDiceParser:
Details:[2D10 (3 1)]
REF: LIO GETS A CHAIR THROWN IN.....BUT MONROE INTERCEPTS, TOSSES IT INTO LIO AND THEN LANDS A SPELL CHECK!
Lio: *Gets caught with the chair and looks out of it!*
REF: MONROE IS 1.5+ WITH SETUP
REF: LIO IS FATIGUED
Monroe: Lifts Lio up and hooks the arms, lifts him up onto his shoulder before dropping onto the chair with the Final Edition (Fin, 1 XP)
REF: MONROE IS NOW 2.5+!
Lio: Try and put Monroe away with THE ROAR OF THE LION! (FOTP, 2XP)
REF: MONROE DOWN TO .5+
BOTDiceParser:
Details:[2D10 (5 7)]
REF: MONROE TRIES TO LIFT LIO
REF: BUT LIO'S GOT OTHER IDEAS!
REF: ROAR
REF: OF
REF: THE
REF: LION!
REF: THE COVER AND COUNT
REF: ONE...
REF: TWO....
REF: KICKOUT!!!
REF: MONROE STILL IN THIS!
REF: WHAT MORE WILL IT TAKE?
Monroe: Rolls over and catches Lio in a Bridging Armbar (Sub)
Lio: Plant Monroe face down and grab him by the arm... then HYPER EXTEND IT! (SETUP)
BOTDiceParser:
Details:[2D10 (5 7)]
REF: MONROE TURNED ONTO HIS STOMACH, AND THEN HIS ARM IS WRENCHED BACK
REF: LIO IS 1.5+ WITH SETUP
Lio: Try and pin him again. (PIN)
Monroe: Kips up and lays Lio out with another Spellcheck (Switch)
REF: MONROE ON THE RIGHT
BOTDiceParser:
Details:[2D10 (8 1)]
REF: LIO FALLS ON TOP FOR THE COVER
REF: ONE...
REF: TWO...
REF: TWO 1/2...
REF: THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!
**DING DING DING**
REF: THE WINNER OF THIS MATCH
REF: AND STILL DESTINY WRESTLING HEAVY WEIGHT CHAMPION...
REF: MIKE
REF: LIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
Lio: *Falls to his knees in triumph as his theme blares*
Monroe: *Rolls out the ring and onto the floor, completely exhausted form the match, using the cades to hold himself up*
REF: WHAT A MATCH, LIO PROVING HIS ROAR IS STILL MIGHTY
REF: HEADING INTO SEASON 2, WHAT LIES IN STORE?
Lio: *Gets handed his title and raises it triumphantly into the air*
REF: WE HERE AT DESTINY SALUTE THE EFFORTS OF BOTH MEN HERE, BUT ALSO LIKE TO SHOW OUR SUPPORT FOR SUBJECT FORTY TWO!
REF: BRING US THAT XCROWN BAYBAY!!!
We cut open to Feargal Nukebuster backstage, he wears a suit and tie and has an official IRW microphone in his hand. The crowd pops!
Feargal: Hello everyone, I am Feargal Nukebuthter, CEO of Infinity Realm Wrethling... I would like to take thith moment to thank you all for the hype and buzz thurrounding the promotion, with your enthuthiathm we can thave the Infinity Realmth from the evil Big Drag Dark onthe and for all!
He lets off a fist pump as the fans in the arena cheer.
Feargal: So remember to buy the merch, continue paying for the Network and WATCH IRW when it'th firtht thow goeth live thith Tuesday!
He nods enthusiastically.
Feargal: Now an update on the CW World Heavyweight Championthip match tonight... I can officially announthe the winner of the match will be the firtht EVER IRW Infinity Heavyweight Champion and the lineage will thtill run through them! That meanth if Jefe wath thtill alive, he would be able to call himthelf a former IRW Infinity Heavyweight Champion! How great ith that!
He then pauses. Feeling sad about the death of Jefe.
Feargal: Now, enjoy the retht of the show!
One final graphic pops up before the segment ends...
Bonnie Jenkins: The following contest is scheduled for ONE FALL!
Crowd: ONE FALL!
Bonnie Jenkins: And is for the AXW Undisputed Championship!
The crowd lets out a giant roar, shaking the XHF Arena to its core.
Bonnie Jenkins: Introducing the challenger, he stands at 5'10 and weighed in this evening at 203 pounds, he is the one of the godfathers of The Icons and the Commissioner of the XHF, BOBBBBYYYYYYYYYYYYYY BARRRRATTTTTTT!
The intro of “Mutherfucker of the Year" by Motley Crue starts playing over the system and the fans start cheering. The intro has been drawn out as highlights from Bobby's career play on the screen.
PRODIGY
Bobby is shown winning the ICW Shooting Star Championship and going to war with Jack Diamond.
PRODIGAL ICON
Bobby leaves ICW, arrives in AWF and is shown winning the AWF Heavyweight, Prestige Class and Prestige Championships.
NOMAD
Bobby winning End of Days, the XHF Tag Team Championships and the X*Crown, leaving AWF with Jack Diamond and taking the Icons global. He’s shown signing his AXW contract and displaying it over the fallen Anthony Caffrey.
Then the screen goes dark... The arena falls into silence for a few seconds.
ALL EMPERORS MUST FALL
All a sudden the lights come back up, the song starts playing through the chorus and the word CONQUEROR appears on the screen. As the phrase “I’m the mutherfucker of the year!” is sang, the roaring of an engine is heard. Not just any engine but the engine of Bobby’s Lamborghini Diablo. The car pulls onto the stage and sits idling as none other than Maverick, Nate Santiago, JFK, Kira Izumi and Jack Diamond walk out from the sides and stand alongside the car.
BB Gunn: The Icons are united for one more night to take out Anthony Caffrey!
The door swings upwards and out gets Bobby. His eyes are focused on the ring. He slaps fives with his stablemates and heads down the ramp. A few fans slap high fives with Bobby, but his gaze doesn’t break from the ring ahead of him. He heads up the ring steps and looks back at the screen playing the video over and over again. Bobby wipes his feet and gets into the ring. He poses on each corner individually before posing once more for the hard cam and retreating to his corner and waiting for the Champion.
Bonnie Jenkins: And his opponent, he stands at 6'4 and weighed in this evening at 233 pounds, he is-
Before Bonnie can finish the introductions, the arena lights go dark. Pitch black. Pure darkness, you couldn't see anything no matter how adjusted your eyes got. From the darkness, a single spotlight shines on the stage. Hands reach from all around the light as a lone figure rises from the stage. It all looks a bit like this. As the figure rises all the way up, the hands fall away and the spotlight evaporates.
BEND. THE. KNEE!
The lights come back up and Anthony Caffrey stands atop the stage, arms stretched out, a sea of people around him bending the knee. The chorus to "My Songs Know What You Did in the Dark" kicks in, and Caffrey takes the crown off of his head, placing it on the ground between his feet. He then reaches into his trunks and pulls out a set of keys! He drops those in his crown, and the tag on the keys reads "The Diamond Lounge."
He holds his championship up over his head, so the world can get a view of the nameplate: Anthony Caffrey. The AXW Undisputed Champion has arrived. His entrance is also heralded by a stream of pyro shooting off behind him.
Caffrey turns to face his detractors and has his trademark sinister smile running across his face. The champion throws his championship over his shoulder and walks down to the ring, ignoring the fans screaming and jeering. He does not break eye contact with tonight's opponent as he walks with a laser focus, at least until he makes it to the ring steps. He reaches down and taps his ankle before pointing at his opponent. He then makes a simple motion to mime breaking it in half as if his opponent's ankle was a simple wishbone.
Caffrey steps into the ring and moves past his opponent, handing his glasses and championship off to the timekeeper. He looks back at his opponent and gives him one more sinister smile. He's ready for what tonight has to bring. A man in a fitted suit climbs the stairs and takes the mic from Bonnie's hand, shooing her out of the ring. We recognize this man as an associate of Caffrey's Diamond Lounge, Marcus.
Marcus: Ladies and gentlemen, allow me to present the following contestant. This man weighs in tonight, at a slim 101 kilos. He stands at exactly 1.9304 metres, which to all you uncultured swines is 6 foot 4 inches and 223 pounds. HE OUTWEIGHS AND TOWERS OVER BOBBY BARRATT, AND THAT's JUST THE BEGINNING OF IT!
The crowd boos, favoring Bobby B in this bout.
Marcus: You may boo, but for TWO HUNDRED AND TWENTY ONE DAYS, this man has HELD, DEFENDED AND CONQUERED EVERYONE IN HIS PATH ON BE THE GREATEST AXW UNDISPUTED CHAMPION OF ALL TIME! The man who's broken MORE ankles than ANY OTHER MAN in the UNITED STATES OF AMERICA, the man who's beaten every man who stood in front of him in AXW, you name it and THIS MAN has done it!
Marcus: Please help me give a warm welcome to the PHILIDELPHIA PHIGHTER, THE UNLEGEND, THE MAN WITH NO HEART, THE SIXTY MINUTE MAN, AND MOST IMPORTANTLY, THE REIGNING, DEFENDING, UNDISPUTED CHAMPION OF ANONYMOUS XTREME WRESTLING, ANNNNNNNNNNNNNTHONYYYYYY CAFFFFREYYYYYYY!
Caffrey holds his championship belt high up in the air, getting in Bobby's face. The two exchange words before the referee forces his way in between the two. He pats them both down, and the arena falls dead silent for what happens next.
AXW Undisputed Championship
Anthony Caffrey (c) vs Bobby Barrett
[...DING DING! DING DING!...]
Derrick Donovan: THIS IS IT FOLKS! Six months of build to what'll be a legendary match up, the AXW Undisputed Championship is on the line as Anthony Caffrey defends against the 2018 End of Days winner Bobby Barratt!
The pair circle each other, an electric atmosphere helping pace them out. Bobby goes for a grapple and Caff ducks, pulling his trunks and rolling him up!
[...ONE!...]
[...TWO!...]
[...TH-KICKOUT!...]
BB Gunn: Not even a minute in and Caffrey almost stole this out of Bobby's fingertips!
Derrick Donovan: Imagine all the hype evaporating and outputting a piss-poor match...
Bobby stands up and rams his shoulder into Caffrey's stomach, doubling the wrestling emperor over. He then responds with a kick right to the mouth of fake teeth he houses. Caffrey holds his mouth, falling back as a tooth flies out. We can't tell if it's real or fake, but it does piss off Caffrey. Caffrey grabs his line and tries to seal Bobby into the C.A.L. early, but Bobby stomps on his chest. He then picks Caff up and goes into a collar-and-elbow tie up, but Caff being bigger shoves him back.
Caff's not interested in the brawly, beat-em-up style though, so he drops Bobby with a drop toe hold and starts working his ankle. As Caff does, he stomps a few times, gloating while he does it. Orton-like stomps, where he stomps on each limb. But Caff focuses on one, because it only takes one messed up ankle to cinch in the C.A.L.
Bobby tries to crawl into a fetal position, shielding his ankles, but Caff pulls his ankle in closer. Bobby takes the opportunity for a quick eye rake, hidden from the ref who's blind as hell.
BB Gunn: Dirty move from Bob! Bet Caff wishes he wore his glasses in-ring now!
Derrick Donovan: That'd be terribly inefficient.
With Caff blinded, Bobby climbs up and with some effort, levels him with a discus clothesline! Caff falls, and Bobby begins to rain down punches. You can barely hear him say "This one's for Jenny! This one's for Jack! This for the Lounge, and this for Mav!" Bobby takes out a ton of pent up anger he had saved up for this instance, before the ref has to pull him away and allow Caff some breathing room.
BB Gunn: Bobby needs to get right back on Caff, else he'll allow Caff to recover just enough to kick his arse!
Derrick Donovan: In all my time beside you, I've never heard you say arse. But watch your arse, Bobby!
Bobby turns around, and Caffrey levels him with a clothesline of his own! Caff snakes right back to his ankle, twisting it and contorting it in horrifying ways. Bobby screams, but pulls himself to the ropes. Caff lets off, but immediately charges back with a elbow to the jaw. Staggered, he grabs Bobby by the head and kicks back...
[...BROTHERLY LOVE!...]
(Legsweep DDT)
Derrick Donovan: Brotherly Love! Brotherly Love!
BB Gunn: He's knocked down Bobby, but isn't making a cover!
Derrick Donovan: Yeah, because he's heard tale of how hard it is to put away Bobby Barratt, to pin or tap him out!
Caffrey walks around Bobby, screaming obscenities at Bobby. Talking him down in that very special way that only he can capture. Bobby crawls away, but Caff follows him, planting his foot in the small of Bobby's back. If this were a legal pin, Caff would have ended it all here. But it's not, and Caff stands mocking Bobby. But Bobby rolls over, grabbing his leg and applying an ankle lock of his own!
BB Gunn: Bobby's taking a page out of Caff's book!
Derrick Donovan: If you're already good what you do, why not outclass your opponent at what they do?
But Bobby can't outclass Caffrey. If Caffrey didn't eat, breath and sleep wrestling or AXW, then he definitely would submissions. They're his game and he's the best at them. Caff knows the ins and outs of his game, especially his own submission, and is able to squirm out, but can't avoid a stomp to the back. Bobby shakes his head, annoyed at Caff's arrogance. He picks up Caff, twisting his arm and clotheslining him. He drags him back up, another wristlock clothesline! He lifts him up, Caff knees him in the gut, runs the ropes, running low blow! Bobby blocks the kick, elbow to the jaw! He's staggered...
[...PRODIGAL ARRIVAL!...]
(Sliced Bread #2)
Derrick Donovan: PRODIGAL ARRIVAL!
BB Gunn: Lights out, Caff!
Bobby crawls for a cover.
[...ONE!...]
[...KICKOUT!...]
Derrick Donovan: Damn!
BB Gunn: Amateur. I knew he'd kick out.
Bobby slaps the mat angrily, this match was over and he knows it! The ref shrugs, arguing back that it wasn't even close to a two count, almost not even a one. Bobby rolls his eyes, and turns to Caff who runs the ropes behind him and nails Bob with a chopblock! Bobby crumples and Caff cracks his neck, feeling at the missing tooth. Assuring himself it was a fake. He'll fix his perfect smile afterwards. But now, it's time to finish Bo-
[...ICON KICK!...]
(Superkick)
BB Gunn: OUT OF NOWHERE!
Derrick Donovan: Dangerous man, Bobby is!
Bobby leans back, prepping himself. Caff's in a whole other world, and he turns around...
[...ICON KICK!...]
(Superkick)
BB Gunn: AGAIN!
...followed by...
[...ICON BREAKER!...]
(Codebreaker)
BB Gunn: Back to back to back finishers! Caff's done for now!
Derrick Donovan: Normally I'd say don't count out the 60 minute man, but those moves have put away countless foes. I reckon he's done for!
Bobby makes the cover.
[...ONE!...]
[...TWO!...]
[...KICKOUT! POSING LIKE A FRENCH GIRL!...]
The crowd erupts in disbelief!
BB Gunn: Holy sh*t!
Derrick Donovan: How on earth?
Bobby stares in disbelief, as Caffrey smiles up at him, that signature, stupid showman's smile, as he poses like a french woman, mouthing "Paint me like one of your French girls." This prompts a stomp in the face from Bobby, knocking another tooth or two out. It causes Caff to kip up, knocking over Bobby with a swift kick to the stomach. This stalls Caffrey enough time to climb the turnbuckle...
[...FLYING EAGLE!...]
(Flying Clothesline from the Top Rope)
Derrick Donovan: Holy cow! Who knew Caffrey had that tucked away in his moveset?
BB Gunn: When all else fails to topple your foe, it's always good to have a few tricks up your sleeve!
Caffrey stalks Bobby, laid out on the mat after Flying Eagle. Bobby rolls onto his stomach, to crawl to the ropes, and it's only then he realizes the major mistake he's made. Caffrey leeches onto that ankle, grapevining around his left leg for the one and only:
[...The C.A.L.!...]
(Caffrey's Ankle Lock)
BB Gunn: It's all over here. Nobody escapes the clutches of the CAL.
Derrick Donovan: James Raymond did.
BB Gunn: Yeah, and that got him brutally destroyed for his efforts.
Bobby's in a world of pain. He doesn't want to tap, not here not now. He's made it so far, and wants to make this matter. But Caff's efforts are too much, the pain receptors are overwhelming. Bobby taps out!
[...DING DING! DING DING!...]
Bonnie Jenkins: Ladie-
Marcus interupts her again!
Marcus: Ladies and gentlemen, Caffrey wants you to know HE TOLD YOU SO! STILL YOUR REIGNING, DEFENDING, UNDISPUTED CHAMPION OF AXW, ANTHONY CAFFREY!
BB Gunn: I hate that guy.
Derrick Donovan: Caff or his ring announcer?
BB Gunn: Both.
Derrick Donovan: Regardless of how much you may hate him, the fact is Caffrey is still your AXW Undisputed Champion. Then, now, forever?
BB Gunn: Don't jinx it Dono!
We cut back to the ringside where commentary has changed once more, calling this match it's the "Voice of CW", Stan Anderson, and the alternate, evil Dark Sperm (not the real one). Stan gives a smile as the camera focuses on them, but Sperm remains frozen - his shiny red eyes gleaming into the camera like two solar flares.
Stan Anderson: Well ladies and gentlemen it is now time for your penultimate fed-exclusive World Championship match of the night! It's a story that's been brewing for over a year or so, and now finally here at Night of Champions 10, on the biggest stage of all the network... It's father versus son... Former Tag Team partner versus Tag Team partner... It's Viper versus Viper... IT'S... JEFFERY VS DYLAN!
Dark Sperm: A͟ND͟ T̢HE͞ C̕W̛ ̕U͠N̵DI̕SP̴UTE̸D ̕C҉HAMPIONSHIP̀ ͜I̕S O͢Ń ͜TḨE LĮNE...͘
Stan Anderson: That it is, Sp- Dark Sperm, that it is...
"BLOOD, TEARS, DUST" by Lacuna Coil
hits the PA as the arena lights go black and a lone red spotlight shines upon the stage and red smoke appears as Black rises from the stage and strikes a pose with his arms outstretched and his back to the crowd. He turns around amidst heavy cheers from the crowd and makes a finger gun, pointing it at the ring and pulling the trigger.
But then, all of a sudden his music cuts out - and it gets replaced with this:
He stays at the top of the ramp, not moving, grinding his teeth together and shaking his head - finally his REAL entrance theme cuts back in again and he walks down the ramp, occasionally fist-bumping fans before climbing up the steps and hopping onto the corner opposite his opponent. He makes a finger gun again before hopping down and handing his shirt and sunglasses to a ring attendee.
Stan Anderson: Jeffery Viper, the CW World Heavyweight Champion, is taking shots at Dylan before the match even begins - a few, low-blows, one might say!
Dark Sperm: HO̸W ̷RUDE OF̢ HIM...͞
The fans erupt into a chorus of boos as the ViperTron enters the PA and pictures of Jeffery Viper fill up the arena. Speaking of the devil, he slowly makes his way out from the back with the CW World Heavyweight Championship tight around his gut, taunting the fans as he slowly plods his way down the ramp, full gear on show. On his face is the biggest smirk, but there's a sense of worry there aswell - he enters the squared circle tonight, alone. Slowly but surely he enters the ring, flinging open his arms and taking in the bad reception from the fans. Eventually he removes the CW World title and raises it high in the air as he stands atop the turnbuckle and taunts his son.
Stan Anderson: Many say Jeffery Viper is weird, but I digress, I'd say he's the epitome of the word nuisance.
Dark Sperm: I͜ H́O͜P͡E҉ HE ̶D͘IE̕S.͢..
CW Undisputed Championship
Dylan Black vs Jeffery Viper (c)
The referee is handed the CW World title as Jeffery gives it a big kiss and says "see you in a minute, baby". Dylan just looks at it and then re-focuses his attention on his father. The referee holds the title up to the hard-camera before passing it to ringside, and then... Ringing the bell!
DING! DING! DING!
Dylan can finally get his revenge on his father!
Jeffery mockingly walks up to Dylan with his hand out, but before Dylan can even decline his handshake it turns into a slap around Dylan's jaw. Dylan looks off to the side, blank emotion on his face, then turns back to his father - eyes gleaming. Jeffery laughs at him but Dylan is not finding any of this funny, he rocks Jeffery onto his ass with a dream right-hook as the fans go nuts and the CW World Champion rolls out of the ring, shocked and stunned. A medical examiner comes over to him and shines a torch in his eyes to make sure he's not got a concussion, but before the examiner can finish his check Dylan comes bounding out through the ropes with a suicide dive - taking all three men down!
Stan Anderson: Dylan is not holding anything back!
Dark Sperm: A̕S̵ I̴T ͘SH̴OƯLD̀ ͝BE͠..̴.
Dylan grabs Jeffery by his hair and rolls him back into the ring - he scales the ropes but Jeffery grabs onto the referee and shoves him into the turnbuckle, knocking Dylan's balls in-between the turnbuckle wiring. Dylan lets out an almighty cry as Jeffery staggers up to him. The CW World Heavyweight Champion then kicks the turnbuckle! Dylan bounces up and once more hits his crotch on the wiring, letting out an even louder cry. Jeffery does it again, and again. Eventually Dylan flops to the mat, holding his crushed balls - Jeffery walks on over to him and gives him a few stomps to the head for good measure.
Stan Anderson: This is despicable - there's no way in hell Jeffery will be a granddad now!
Dark Sperm: G̨OOD...
Jeffery lifts Dylan back to his feet and Irish whips him into the turnbuckle really hard, as Dylan's back crashes into it he stumbles forward into a pop-up powerbom- BUT NO! Dylan reverses the maneuver with a hurricanrana - Jeffery's head crashing right into the turnbuckle! Jeffery staggers backwards as Dylan grabs his arm! He reels him in as the fans go nuts...
BOUNTY COLLECTION
(Ripcord Knee Strike)
NO! Jeffery gives Dylan some stiff elbow shots to the head and manages to break the hold - he runs the ropes and on the rebound looks for a lariat but Dylan ducks and as Jeffery once more comes bounding back he's taken down with a shining wizard! Jeffery holds his nose in pain as Dylan gives him a few football kicks to the head, he then proceeds to pick him up and hit a flurry of strikes to his body - chopping him down to size! Jeffery aches! Dylan runs the ropes but Jeffery gives him a spinning-back elbow for his troubles! Both men fall to the mat.
Stan Anderson: This is turning into a great matchup!
Dark Sperm: I ҉W̧A̷N̷T͟ D̡EA̶T́H...̛
Jeffery proceeds to grab Dylan by his hair and continuously slam his head into the mat, over and over again until finally the referee makes him stop. Jeffery argues with the ref before turning back to Dylan and stomping on his head, getting another warning from the ref. Jeffery shoves the ref away and attempts to pick up Dylan but the XHF Iron Man smacks his hands away and lands a hefty V-TRIGGER right to Jeffery's noggin'! Then ANOTHER! Jeffery stumbles into the ropes as Dylan charges at him and clotheslines both men to the outside where the fans reach out for them! When on the outside a brawl ensues and Dylan continuously slams Jeffery's head into the guard rails.
Stan Anderson: Like father, like son!
Dylan then chucks Jeffery back into the ring, but as he rolls back in Jeffery seems to get an energy surge and out of nowhere plants Dylan with the...
VIPER STING!
(Diving Discus Clothesline)
The fans boo like crazy as Dylan rotates through the air, then lands with a heft thud. Jeffery slowly crawls over to him, pleased with the damage he has done - he hooks the leg...
ONE...! TWO...! THRE-
NO! DYLAN VIPER KICKS OUT!
Jeffery is shocked and he can't believe it! He slowly drags Dylan back to his feet and holds him there, making sure he stays put - he once more runs the ropes and looks for ANOTHER Viper Sting but NO! Dylan plants him with a V-TRIGGER! Jeffery stumbles around and Dylan grabs his arm - reeling him in for the...
BOUNTY COLLECTION
(Ripcord Knee Strike)
Stan Anderson: HE GOT 'EM!
Dark Sperm: ALE͏I̶ŞT̷ER, ͟T̛HAT͏ ̛YOU͞?̀!
Jeffery falls to the mat as Dylan stumbles back into his corner. Jeffery crawls to his knees... Dylan looks around at the screaming fans, a smirk finally forms on his face... He charges at Jeffery for...
THE BLACKOUT MENACE
(Curbstomp)
Stan Anderson: HE HIT IT! HE HIT THE BLACKOUT MENACE!
Dark Sperm: IT'S҉ A͏L̴L ̸O̡V͘ER...̨
The fans go insane as Jeffery's head bounces off of the mat! Dylan drops to his knees and throws himself over the body of his father... The fans count alongside the referee...
ONE......! TWO.......! THREE..
NOOOOOOOOO! JEFFERY JUST GETS HIS SHOULDER UP!
Stan Anderson: WHAT?! WHAT! WHAT?!
Dylan pulls himself off of his father and runs his hands through his hair, biting his lip and shouting out in anger. Somehow the CW World Heavyweight Champion managed to kick out! Dylan reels back into his corner and shakes his head in disbelief, he waits for Jeffery to pull himself back to his knees... He waits to hit the Blackout Menace one last time... He runs at him... BUT...
THE VIPER STING
(Diving Discus Clothesline)
Stan Anderson: OUT OF NOWHERE! JEFFERY HIT THE VIPER STIN OUT OF NOWHERE!
Dark Sperm: O͡H͜ MY҉.̀.̸.
Jeffery is KO'd... lying on-top of Dylan's KO'd body! The referee sees this as a pinfall attempt, he drops to his knees ever so slowly...
ONE......
TWO...........
{Spoiler}{SPOILER}
THREE-
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! DYLAN ONLY JUST SHOOTS HIS ARM UP!
Stan Anderson: DYLAN KICKED OUT! DYLAN KICKED OUT!
Dark Sperm: I TH͜O̕UG̵HT ̢TH̶AT ̵WA͡S̷ ҉IT̨...̸
Jeffery slowly wakes himself back up and is shocked to see that the match is still going on! He continuously shakes his head, unable to believe it - he pleads with the referee that the match should be over! But the referee digresses! Jeffery slowly crawls to his knees... When out of nowhere...
DYLAN KIP-FLIPS BACK TO HIS FEET!
Jeffery's face goes white as though he's just seen a ghost, and Dylan stands back on his feet, staring his father down - a new surge of adrenaline shooting through his body. Jeffery shakes his head ferociously, he can't believe it... he DOESN'T want to believe it! Dylan sneers his nose, looking like a tamed cat turned savage! He runs the ropes... Jeffery still on his knees...
THE BLACKOUT MENACE!
(Curbstomp)
Stan Anderson: THEY DON'T CALL HIM THE XHF IRON MAN FOR NOTHING!!!
Dark Sperm: AND NOW THEY'LL BE CALLING HIM THE NEW CW WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION!
Dylan falls on-top of his father for the last time....
ONE.............! TWO................! THREE...............!
DING! DING! DING!
Stan Anderson: HE HAS DONE IT! DYLAN VIPER HAS FINALLY WON THE WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP!
Dark Sperm: ABǪU̕T͠ ͞T̢IME!
Dylan falls off of his father's body as he is handed the CW World Heavyweight Championship. The fans go crazy as his music once more cuts in and he crawls back to his feet, tears in his eyes.
Dylan Viper... No, scratch that... DYLAN BLACK... IS YOUR NEW... CW WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION!
THREE-
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! DYLAN ONLY JUST SHOOTS HIS ARM UP!
Stan Anderson: DYLAN KICKED OUT! DYLAN KICKED OUT!
Dark Sperm: I TH͜O̕UG̵HT ̢TH̶AT ̵WA͡S̷ ҉IT̨...̸
Jeffery slowly wakes himself back up and is shocked to see that the match is still going on! He continuously shakes his head, unable to believe it - he pleads with the referee that the match should be over! But the referee digresses! Jeffery slowly crawls to his knees... When out of nowhere...
DYLAN KIP-FLIPS BACK TO HIS FEET!
Jeffery's face goes white as though he's just seen a ghost, and Dylan stands back on his feet, staring his father down - a new surge of adrenaline shooting through his body. Jeffery shakes his head ferociously, he can't believe it... he DOESN'T want to believe it! Dylan sneers his nose, looking like a tamed cat turned savage! He runs the ropes... Jeffery still on his knees...
THE BLACKOUT MENACE!
(Curbstomp)
Stan Anderson: THEY DON'T CALL HIM THE XHF IRON MAN FOR NOTHING!!!
Dark Sperm: AND NOW THEY'LL BE CALLING HIM THE NEW CW WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION!
Dylan falls on-top of his father for the last time....
ONE.............! TWO................! THREE...............!
DING! DING! DING!
Stan Anderson: HE HAS DONE IT! DYLAN VIPER HAS FINALLY WON THE WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP!
Dark Sperm: ABǪU̕T͠ ͞T̢IME!
Dylan falls off of his father's body as he is handed the CW World Heavyweight Championship. The fans go crazy as his music once more cuts in and he crawls back to his feet, tears in his eyes.
"Hail to Chief" starts to play, but after twenty seconds, it screeches to a halt. Then, "Amerika" by Rammstein begins to play.
"We're all living in Amerika,
Amerika ist wunderbar
We're all living in Amerika,
Amerika, Amerika"
Amerika ist wunderbar
We're all living in Amerika,
Amerika, Amerika"
Curtis D. Kanyon emerges from the curtain when the drums kick in. He's got a sledgehammer slung over one shoulder and he's flanked by secret service.
"Wir bilden einen lieben Reigen
Die Freiheit spielt auf allen Geigen
Musik kommt aus dem Weißen Haus
und vor Paris steht Micky Maus"
Die Freiheit spielt auf allen Geigen
Musik kommt aus dem Weißen Haus
und vor Paris steht Micky Maus"
Curtis pounds his chest with his fists then raises the hammer in the air. He walks down to the ring, nodding to the fans. He grabs a "MAKING AMERICA BANG!" sign from a fan and shows it to the camera!
"We're all living in Amerika
Coca-Cola, Wonderbra
We're all living in Amerika
Amerika, Amerika"
Coca-Cola, Wonderbra
We're all living in Amerika
Amerika, Amerika"
Curtis then climbs into the ring and goes to the turnbuckles. He climbs a turnbuckle and pounds his chest. He points to the crowd with his hammer, then hoists it straight up into the air and yells "BANG!" He jumps down and asks for a mic.
Curtis: I know, I know, I already had my match this week. You weren’t expecting me here tonight. Well, surprise!
Crowd: BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!
Curtis: Thank you, thank you. I…
Crowd: Mis-ter President! *clap-clap-clapclapclap* Mis-ter President! *clap-clap-clapclapclap*
Mis-ter President! *clap-clap-clapclapclap* Mis-ter President! *clap-clap-clapclapclap*
Curtis: Oh, you guys are making this so hard. Calm down, I uh, I got something to say. As you may be aware, I was out of action for months. And while I was away, I focused on my second job. And to be honest, I did way better than I ever thought I would. I mean, I unified Korea. Mexico and Canada are showering us with love with the open borders. We’ve really taken charge of the Paris Accords. It’s great.
Crowd: U-S-A! U-S-A! U-S-A! U-S-A!
Curtis: Now, I made a promise when I first got carted out on that fateful night Raymond injured me, that I’d come back and wreck him. And the other night, we went to war. I took him to hell and back. And while I may not have won… it was a hell of a note to go out on.
The ruckus crowd suddenly falls silent in shock.
Curtis: That’s right. I thought I’d be doing this until the day a fell over dead in the ring. But now, through fate, I’ve found another purpose. I have too much responsibility. Staring up at the lights on Monday, I realized I can’t be giving one hundred percent in the ring while I’m in the White House, and vice versa. I’ve had so many championship runs in XHF. Even a 1/8th world champion. The doors closed and I became a three time hall of famer at another place where my boy Ron and I run rough shod over the place. Then this place came back on line and I was able to capture the X*Crown championships and win another world title. It’s been a hell of a ride. But it’s time to step back and let the future take hold of this place. One day Thor had to quite his adventuring days in order to rule Asgard, now I follow in his footsteps and put my hammer down.
Curtis drops his sledgehammer in the middle of the ring.
Curtis: As I move on to a full time authority role myself. You can still catch me leading this country into a bright tomorrow. And debating as the next election ramps up next year.
As Curtis talks he’s unlacing his boots. He pulls them off and places them next to the hammer.
Curtis: But don’t worry XHF, you still hold a place in my heart. I will always be watching. And who knows, at some point, at some time, when someone really deserves it, they will feel… the…
Crowd: BANG!
With a tear in his eye, Curtis drops the mic and takes a bow. He waves to everyone as “Amerika” by Rammstein plays again. Curtis starts to make his exit from the ring, but stops halfway through the ropes. He goes back to the center of the ring, standing over his left objects. He reaches into his pants and pulls out the blonde DDK wig! He holds it high, and then places it on top of his boots. Curtis then takes another bow and walks out of the ring, perhaps, for the last time...
Bob Moonie: This next match is a Sky Pyramid Death match and is for the RSW World championship! Featuring first the challenger...Kintaru!
“A Nightmare to Remember” by Dream Theater begins playing as Kintaru walks out from the back. He looks around at the booing crowd with a smug expression before heading down to the ring.
Joseph Greer: Kintaru seems awful confident walking to the ring tonight.
Tommy Onions: Why not? He’s already defeated Shane Mitchell once. He can do it tonight for the title.
Kintaru gets to the ring and climbs the ladder to the first scaffold and tosses his sunglasses off of the side of the scaffold with a grin.
Bob Moonie: And his opponent, the RSW World champion...Shane Mitchell!
“Fool’s Gold” by the Stone Roses begins as Shane Mitchell makes his appearance. He doesn’t stop at the entrance stage, heading for the ring with a purpose. He drops the title belt at the ladder, heading straight up to the scaffold.
Joseph Greer: Is Shane angry at something?
Tommy Onions: No doubt something Kintaru did.
RSW World Heavyweight Championship
Sky Pyramid of Death Match
Kintaru vs Shane Mitchell (c)
Shane points at Kintaru, the anger plain on his face.
Shane Mitchell: Where is she? Where is my Ellie?
Kintaru just grins.
Kintaru: You want to know where the body is? You’re going to have to beat me for it.
Shane Mitchell: I’ll kill you!
Shane charges Kintaru, who hits a drop toe hold that nearly sends Shane off of the scaffolding. Shane hoops right to his feet, but catches a spinning back elbow to the side of the head. Shane shoves Kintaru back to get himself some room from the edge of the scaffold. A roundhouse punch staggers Kintaru enough for Shane to hit a spear and begin wailing on Kintaru with lefts and rights.
Shane Mitchell: Where is Ellie? Where is my daughter?!
Kintaru gets a knife edge thrust into Shane’s throat, silencing him. He rolls Shane off to the side and gets to his feet. Kintaru begins climbing the ladder to the second scaffold as Shane gets to his feet. Shane begins climbing after Kintaru on the same ladder, though Kintaru kicks him in the head hard enough to send him falling back to the first scaffold. Though Shane lands on his feet and begins to climb once again, this time getting to the second scaffold. Shane hits another hard right hand, grabbing Kintaru by the head, and hitting several knee lifts to the gut before dropping him with a ddt to the metal scaffolding. Shane grabs him by the hair and slams his face into the scaffolding.
Shane Mitchell: Where. Is. She?
Shane pulls Kintaru up and whips him into the ladder that leads to the final platform. Kintaru hangs on to the ladder and looks to Shane with a bloody smile.
Kintaru: When I beat you, you will never know.
Shane Mitchell: Never!
Shane rushes at Kintaru, who grabs him, and sends him face first into the ladder. He grabs Shane by the hair and slams his face into the ladder a few times before grabbing him and hitting a suplex that sends both men to the scaffold floor.
Tommy Onions: You think that the structure will hold this time? It fell apart last year.
Joseph Greer: This is true. Let's hope that everything holds together this year.
Kintaru climbs to the final platform, looking down upon Shane with a laugh.
Kintaru: You will never know her final resting place!
Shane gets up, gritting his teeth in pain as he wipes blood from his eyes. He lets out a pained scream and makes his way up to the final platform where Kintaru begins to stomp on him. He switches to a drop kick as Shane continues to rise, sending the former preacher back down to the second platform onto his back. Shane gasps as the air is knocked from his lungs. Kintaru merely waves down to the World champion.
Kintaru: My how the mighty have fallen. Long live the new King.
Kintaru begins to climb the final ladder to the World championship belt. Shane rises to his feet and climbs the ladder to the final platform in quick strides. He manages to grab Kintaru's foot as the man reaches for the World title belt.
Tommy Onions: Almost! Kintaru almost has the title!
Joseph Greer: Almost, but not quite.
Shane Mitchell pulls Kintaru down to the final platform, grabs him, and hits a belly to belly suplex. Now it's Shane's turn to climb the final ladder and Kintaru's turn to rise and grab Shane by the foot. Shane holds onto the ladder with both hands and tries to kick Kintaru loose, but is pulled down to the platform. Kintaru hits a bulldog from the top platform to the second platform!
Tommy Onions: Jesus H Christ! That was a hell of a move!
Joseph Greer: That could be the move that ends this match and gives us a new champion!
Tommy Onions: Yes, but will Shane kill Kintaru over losing Ellie like he killed PT Merc-
Joseph Greer: No! We don't say that name!
Kintaru stands up and makes his way to the ladder back to the final platform. Shane Mitchell rises up as Kintaru is halfway up the ladder. He grabs Kintaru, hitting a back suplex off of the ladder! Shane gets back to his feet and starts climbing the ladder as Kintaru gets up. Kintaru climbs the ladder to the top platform as well, meeting Shane in a collar elbow tie up. They struggle against one another for a few minutes before Shane whips Kintaru into the metal ladder. He holds him there for a moment.
Shane Mitchell: You will tell me where she is!
Shane hits a double underhook ddt onto the top platform and begins climbing the final ladder. The World title is within reach when Kintaru sits up.
Kintaru: She's dead you know. Exploded her brains everywhere. That's where she is. Everywhere!
Tommy Onions: That can't have been the brightest thing to say.
Joseph Greer: But it's working! Look!
Shane pauses as he touches the World championship belt and looks down at Kintaru with a combination of devastation and anger. He grabs the title from the hook and goes for a leg drop from there. Kintaru rolls out of the way as Shane hits the platform!
Joseph Greer: Shane's won the match, but has he lost the war?
Tommy Onions: Sure seems like it.
Kintaru whispers something to Shane before climbing onto the ladder. He pulls a remote control from his pocket.
Kintaru: Enjoy your win, champion!
He hits a button on the remote as Shane starts to stand and several explosions rock the platforms. Shane reaches for Kintaru as the platforms begin to fall, but he falls with the platforms down to the ring below. The ladder begins to slowly lower to bring Kintaru down safely.
Joseph Greer: I wonder what he told Shane before doing that to the platforms?
Tommy Onions: I wonder if he'll get up from this collapse? I mean Dylan obviously survived it last year.
Joseph Greer: That's right. The structure did fall last year and did again this year. The match is cursed!
As the ring sits in utter chaos, Electric Light Orchestra's version of "In the Hall of the Mountain King" starts playing. The crowd gets on their feet (as if that isn't how they've been all night) to greet the owner of the XHF Network, Mongo the Destroyer as he walks out to the entranceway, all smiles of course. But soon that smile dissipates juuust a little from the pure carnage that the ring is in. Shock is a better word for his face now. Soon though he brushes it off and brings a microphone to his mouth.
Mongo: Hello everyone! Are we having an xcellent night tonight?
The crowd cheers.
Mongo: I thought so! You know, looking out at all of you and watching all the amazing matches- even from certain companies- it's....well it's a very humbling experience. When I bought the rights to the Xtreme Hardcore Federation in 2001 there wasn't anyone else. It was just me smacking down probably too much for a worthless brand.
He looks around the set and giggles to himself.
Mongo: But from that one guy with a dream and enough money to make it happen we grew. First with a few followers, then we gained traction in BDDWF eventually taking over the whole company. But that wasn't the end. For years on end the XHF grew and grew to be the number one wrestling company in the world!
Cheers from the crowd.
Mongo: And sure, we've had some down times. After Jame's Mueller's....meddling, we ended up losing our TV contracts and had a little break before coming back strong again.....and then closed the doors again. You see, the age of Xtreme had seemingly died.
The owner looks down and thinks a moment.
Mongo: But while trends come and go Xtreme has proven to not only be still alive but beating in the hearts of everyone here today both in the seats and in the ring!
More cheers, the crowd likes that
Mongo: And so, on this tenth Night of Champions I am amazed, proud, and yet humbled. Thank you to everyone who has kept the Xtreme dream alive. Thank you to the fans, to the guys in the ring, and the guys backstage. Thank you to the companies who joined the XHF Network- believing in this Xtreme vision and bringing it to the world every week. Tonight's glory is yours!
Mongo is starting to get a little emotional.
Mongo: HERE'S TO ANOTHER LIFETIME OF BEING XTREME!
As he cheers and the crowd responds loudly in kind the lights go down for a special tribute video....
Bonnie Jenkins: The following contest is a Tower Match and it will be for the X*Crown Championship!
"花を焼べて 詩を焼べて
誰より険しく美しく
あの日の傷ももらった愛も
全て焼べて 光の方へ"
With those words "Tsuki to Hanataba" plays its way into the arena. Shortly afterwards Nausicaä, holding a stuffed cat she calls Charles in her right hand, appears upon the stage with a bright, proud, smile and blows the cheering audience a kiss before heading down the ramp way. Once at ringside Suzuki blows smiles and waves at the crowd before rolling herself into the ring. After entering the ring Nausicaä makes her way over to the furthest ropes to sits on the middle rope and lean back before smiling more cheerfully at the people in attendance tonight while cuddling Charles close to herself.
Bonnie Jenkins: From Yokohama, Kanagawa, Japan, weighing in tonight at 122 pounds... Nausicaä Suzuki!
King: At just nineteen years of age, Nausicaä looks to compete in her first X*Crown Match after beating Jynn in the qualifiers.
Hawke: It'll be interesting to see what the youngster can do tonight.
"Number 7" by Tom MacDonald begins to play out through the PA system, after a few seconds the beat hits ont he track and the curtains explode open as The Outlaw Tommy Holiday rushes out, Hockey Mask on and Crimson baseball bat swinging wildly at his side. He pauses at the top of the ramp for a moment taunting the crowd before making his way towards the ring. Pausing periodically to pull the bat back as if about to hit a fan. Once he is withing eight or so feet of the ring he takes off at a quicker pace and slides into the ring.
Hawke: If there was anything hardcore, this is your man. Tommy effin' Holiday, making scenes as a representative for AXW.
King: Hawke, you know blood will be spilled... Whether it'll be on Tommy's hands or it's his own.
Tommy slides around to his hips and pops up onto his feet quicky, rushing forward to perch himself on the middle rope. He holds the bat out towards the crowd as he lifts the hockey mask off his face revealing himself. After a few seconds of jeering at the crowd and making rude jestures with the mask and or bat at them, he hops back to the center of the ring to turn and wait for the opponent.
Bonnie Jenkins: From Highbridge, Kentucky, weighing in tonight at 245 pounds, "The Outlaw" Tommy Holiday!
“Cthulhu” by Gunship begins playing as Tabitha Osborne steps out from the back in a dark hooded robe that hides her features. She ignores the booing crowd, heading straight for the ring. She lays her robe onto the time keeper’s table like it were a championship title and rolls into the ring.
Bonnie Jenkins: From Parts Unknown, weighing in tonight at 165 pounds... Zolothach!
Hawke: She competed in last year's Night of Champions' Main Event and now she'll have another turn for the crown.
King: Did she ever make that sandwich for Anomoly?
Hawke: ... sigh
We cut to a producer backstage.
Producer: You’re up in thirty seconds, be ready.
The camera pans to who the Producer’s talking to. It’s Subject #42 and Dumb Ref! The crowds loudly as the two are discussing last minute plans.
Dumb: You’ve come so far, you ready?
Subject #42 nods affirmatively. It was born ready for this.
Subject #42: Ragh.
Dumb pulls Subject aside.
Dumb: There’s once thing I want you to do for me.
Subject is confused.
Subject #42: Ragh?
Dumb: Come here.
Subject #42 leans in.
Subject #42: ...ragh?
Dumb: ...win.
The two exchange a knowing look. Dumb slaps Destiny Wrestling’s Favorite Freak’s chest.
Dumb: WIN!
”Dies Irae” by Verdi sounds on the arena speakers.
Producer: What are you waiting for? Get out there!
Subject #42 smiles. The two brothers of Destiny bang fists one more time as it leaves Dumb behind, passing through the curtain.
The camera follows behind Subject #42 as it passes through the curtain to the roars and the cheers of the screaming XHF crowd. Dumb was right, Subject has a large following in Minnesota tonight. Subject looks around, seemingly taking it all in. Then, it bangs on its chest as the capacity crowd joins in with the Freak’s trademark yell.
Subject #42: RAAAAAAAAAGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
It makes its way down to the ring, eyes focused on the massive structure in front of it. When it makes it to the entrance to the greenhouse, it bangs on the glass with its fist, already leaving a few dents. Never one to be willingly locked up, it takes a deep breath before stepping inside the Tower. It looks up at its competitors, still in the ring. It slams the door of the glasshouse shut.
King: Just like we heard this week, he's not locked in with them, they're locked in with him!
Bonnie Jenkins: From Area 51, weighing on tonight at 325 pounds... "The Freak" Subject Forty Two!
It climbs up onto the apron, and then over the ropes, stepping into the ring. It lets out one more big RAGH to the audience’s delight, before moving to pick its side. It uses its experience to go raght as it waits for its other opponents.
"Aw, fuck yo' headphone!"
Bonnie Jenkins: And finally, from Philadelphia, weighing in tonight at 215 pounds... He is the current, reigning and defending X*Crown Champion, Seth Dillinger!
Hawke: Here comes the X*Crown Champion!
King: He beat Maverick, he beat Jeffery Viper, and now he'll take on five more of the Network's handpicked best.
X*Crown Championship
Tower Match (Description Here)
Tommy Holiday (AXW) vs Subject #42 (DW) vs Nausicaa Suzuki (SSS) vs Seth Dillinger (AWF) (c) vs Zolothach (?)
The bell rings as all two men, two women and a monster that escaped from Area 51 start this match. Dillinger, the champion, sneaks out of the ring as Zolothach stares down Holiday Holiday and Subject looks down at Suzuki. Holiday and Zolothach start to throw each other with hard lefts and rights whilst Subject grabs the light weight of Suzuki and ragdolls her around, throwing her in the corner and nearly decapitating her with a massive Big Boot as she comes out of the corner. Zolothach gets the upper hand on Holiday and goes for a Clothesline but is sent over the ropes with a T-Bone Suplex, Zolothach lands on her neck on the apron and slumps down to the floor. With both women out, Holiday and Subject lock eyes, slowly pacing around the ring but just as they pounce on each other, Dillinger slides in with a chair and cracks it over the back of Holiday. Dillinger then brings the edge of the chair to the gut of Subject and then down onto the spine of The Freak but to no effect taken. Dillinger leaps back out of the ring and Subject follows.
King: Should have gone for the head.
Hawke: I would hate you for making a pop culture reference, but I’ll allow that because you’re right.
Dillinger runs around the ring, leaping over the bodies of Zolothach and Suzuki, Dillinger finally slides back into the ring and Holiday flies in between the ropes and crashes into Subject, slamming him into the wall and smashing the glass. Inside the ring is Dillinger, but he turns around and is met with a Missile Dropkick from Suzuki off the top rope, she calls it the Leap of Faith. Dillinger gets back up, a little bit stunned at the out-of-nowhere move from Suzuki but is struck with a Knee to the jaw. Suzuki runs to the ropes and rebounds but is caught with a huge Clothesline by Dillinger. Holiday slides back into the ring but Dillinger goes under the arm, floats over, and lifts up Holiday for a Sit Out Powerbomb. Dillinger rolls back, bringing himself to his feet and connecting a Dropkick to the sitting Holiday Holiday. Zolothach brings herself back into the ring and is met with a Step Up Enzuigiri by Dillinger. The Champion is on fire but is met with Subject. Dillinger shrugs his shoulders, knowing he can’t keep running away from The Freak, and begins putting in hard lefts and rights into the stomach of Subject. The jabs become chops and kicks as Subject finally staggers back a little but Subject grabs the head of Dillinger and begins to squeeze it like a grape, trying to crush the skull into dust. Holiday comes to his senses and crawls over to behind Subject, hitting a massive Uppercut to the uprights of Subject.
Subject #42: RAAAAAaaaaaagh…
Holiday barks orders at Dillinger, trying to take out the biggest man in this match. Dillinger leaps to the apron and eyes up Subject, hunched over from the attack and still groaning in pain. Dillinger leaps onto the ropes, connecting the Springboard Somersault Stunner that he calls the South Philly Stunner. Holiday suckered in Dillinger though, picking him up and dropping Dillinger on his head with Crimson Butterfly, the Double Underhook Piledriver finisher. Holiday begins to look up and seeing the Hardcore Hell in a Cell that stands above him, Holiday adjusts his head back to normal and is met with a High Angled Shining Wizard from Zolothach, knocking down Holiday. Zolothach turns around and is struck with the Dream Crusher Running Big Boot of Suzuki. Suzuki looks up and takes notice that she has to climb, but her neck is grabbed by Subject, she’s lifted up 7 feet high and dropped with a Choke Bomb, right in the middle of the ring. Subject sits there but a loud smash is heard, Holiday brings a light tube into the ring and smashes it over the head of Subject.
Hawke: Good lord! This is sick!
King: What else did you expect from a man like Tommy Holiday?
Hawke: Nothing more but bloodshe- Wait… Is Subject bleeding?
King: I think he is, and it’s… It’s… It’s not red!
The blood pours out of the back of Subject’s head, the blood is not the normal Crimson shade of red but a darker shade of green. Holiday takes the broken edge of the light tube and digs it deep into the cut on the back of Subject’s head, Holiday spits on his hand and then slaps the head of Subject with a devilish laugh coming from The Outlaw. Holiday heads outside of the ring, going underneath and pulling out a black, velvet-like fabric bag. He holds it up high for everyone to see and then places it along the apron. He then goes underneath once more, pulling out a sheet of glass and two chairs. Holiday rolls in the ring and is met with a Superkick coming from Dillinger, then one to the gut, then another one to the knee that brings Holiday down to one knee, and finally finishing with a Buzzsaw Kick that nearly knocks Holiday’s head off. Suzuki catches Dillinger off guard with a Jumping Neckbreaker, Suzuki drags Dillinger closer to the corner but Dillinger fires back with his Kip Up Hurricanrana. Zolothach then comes flying with a Running Jumping Side Kick but Dillinger moves out of the way, catching her with a Back Suplex. Dillinger catches Subject with a Running Knee to the Temple of The Freak, knocking him out… for now. Dillinger slides out of the ring and grabs a ladder from under the ring, sliding it into the ring and adjusting it just under the hole in the roof of the Greenhouse. Dillinger begins to climb but his foot is caught by Holiday, Dillinger kicks him away but Holiday grabs it and yanks at the leg, knocking Dillinger down. Holiday pulls out a lighter from his pocket and shoots a fireball into the eyes of Dillinger.
King: Highbridge Dragon! Right in the eyes of Seth!
Hawke: Tommy’s trying to blind a man! He’s AWF so good for Tommy!
Tommy picks up Dillinger in the Argentine Backbreaker position, he walks over to the side of the ring with the Glass on the outside and puts Dillinger down, he climbs through the ropes and brings Dillinger back into position… Highbridge Paralyser! A Burning Hammer through the glass! Shards of glass have pierced the skins of both Seth and Tommy as they went through. Their blood pouring and squirting out of the cuts on their bodies. Subject gains some consciousness and crawls over to the ladder but Zolothach comes in and locks on The Stars are Right, the Reverse Crucifix Armbar with a Neck Submission, but Subject starts to get to his feet as she tightens the hold, Subject powers out of the Submission and slams Zolothach down with a Running Powerslam. Subject finally begins to make the climb and nobodys there to stop him, he climbs through the hole and enters the Hardcore Hell in a Cell, he walks over to the walls and shakes it, testing it’s strength to see if it can hold Subject’s weight. Then we hear scuffling behind Subject, it’s Tommy Holiday. Dripping of blood but still standing. Subject looks to take out Holiday with a Big Boot but Holiday reaches to his pocket and pulling out a Staple Gun, shooting it right into the crotch of Subject.
Subject #42: RaaAAAAaaaaagh…
Tommy mocks Subject by pointing the Staple Gun to his chin with a smile from ear to ear… SOUTH. PHILLY. STUNNER. DILLINGER CAME FROM NOWHERE! THE GUN FIRES AND A STAPLE GOES RIGHT THROUGH THE CHIN OF HOLIDAY! Now Dillinger has joined Holiday and Subject in the Hardcore Hell in a Cell. Dillinger goes for the door but it’s locked shut. Dillinger looks around the cell and sees the key hanging on the cage wall in the corner, but also in that corner is Subject, his arm jerking a bit and his hand on his crotch. Dillinger looks disgusted as he watches on, then Subject yanks at the staple that Holiday shot. Subject takes notice of Dillinger and grabs him by the throat and chokeslamming him down on the reinforced glass floor. Holiday comes back to life after the staple in the chin was pulled out by some tweezers he found in the bag from earlier that’s in his pocket, he reaches over to the wall, pulling himself up and seeing his own weapon… The crimson red aluminium baseball bat that his dad handed down to him. Holiday grabs the bat and slams it into the skull of Subject, leaving a small dent in The Freak’s head. Subject is staggering, then Holiday swings for the legs and it hits. Subject is in severe pain, his kneecaps possibly shattered to pieces. Zolothach climbs through and has now joined Holiday, Dillinger and Subject in the Cell. Zolothach begins to go after Holiday but the baseball bat comes into contact with the jaw of Zolothach.
Hawke: The signature bat of Tommy Holiday is making sure everyone is broken.
King: The Holiday Slugger. Breaking jaws since ‘98.
Hawke: Hey, Holiday Slugger isn’t a bad name.
Holiday reaches into his pocket and pulls out the bag from earlier, pouring out its contents and only thumb tacks come out. Dillinger stirs and Holiday takes notice, picking him up and looking for the Crimson Butterfly but Dillinger counters… Alabama Slam! Holiday now has shards of glass and tacks in his back. Subject them gets back to his feet, hobbling but able to walk. He grabs Holiday and picks him up for the Chokebomb, Holiday falls and the reinforced glass breaks! Holiday falls from the Cell to the ring, about 10 feet high and leaving a crater in the ring, Dillinger looks down in amazement and Suzuki is climbing up the ladder, Zolothatch notices and shakes the ladder, Suzuki loses her balance and falls on top of the ladder and it snaps in half. Now, Zolothach, Seth Dillinger and Subject Forty Two are in the Cell. Dillinger grabs the box and takes the key, he goes to open the door but he notices Subject and moves out of the way, Subject slams himself into the door and breaks the door off, Subject loses his footing and slides, leaning on the edge of the greenhouse. Dumb Ref looks up at the big man, slightly scared.
Dumb Ref: Hold on! Just hold on!
Subject #42: Raghragh!
Dumb Ref: I know you’re scared but hold on!
Dillinger watches on and grabs a hold of Subject’s hand, pulling him back up but Subject has no truce, pushes him back into the Cell and pulls down a Metal Pipe from the walls. He bashes Dillinger with the pipe, beating him down again and again and again! Subject rag dolls Dillinger and throws him across the Cell, Zolothach comes over and locks in The Stars are Right again, this time she keeps it locked in tight and Subject begins to fade away. Dillinger crawls to the door and begins his climb up the Cell walls but he’s too weak and falls back down, leaning himself up against the wall to give himself a break. Down in the ring, a ladder mysteriously slides out of the ring, then another, and then a table. Finally, a person comes out from under the ring, Tommy fuckin’ Holiday, a bloody and beaten mess but still alive. He slides he ladder in the ring and then begins to climb, holding the table as he climbs. He climbs through the gap with the table and sets his sights on Zolothach, a kick to the stomach and then hooking both arms, dropping her head first into the tacks with Crimson Butterfly. And then to Dillinger, who’s getting back to his feet, he grabs his aluminum bat and beats the holy hell out of Dillinger like a man possessed. And now, Holiday focuses on Subject, who’s still passed out from the submission from Zolothach. Holiday grabs the table and sets it up right beside The Freak, he brings Subject to his feet and lifts him up onto his back. Holiday struggles and puts Subject down, but with all his momentum and fiery anger pushing him and driving him back into action, he picks up Subject and drops him through the table with a Highbridge Paralyser!
King: How did he find the strength to put him through the table like that?
Hawke: I am shocked!
Holiday begins to climb the walls and grabs some bulk cutters, he cuts through the roof of the Cell and climbs through, bringing him to the Scaffold TLC stage. On the other side is Seth Dillinger, both men scramble to the middle and begin to lay into each other with hard lefts and rights, Holiday grabs a ladder and smashes it into the head of Dillinger. Dillinger spears Holiday and they both fall through the hole that Holiday made, down to the glass floor. All four are down and now Suzuki has made her way into the Cell. Suzuki looks to the walls and grabs the only weapon she finds of interest, Charles. Suzuki sees Zolothach getting up and swings Charles, hitting Zolothach across the face and knocking her out. Suzuki rips the doll apart and finds a set of Brass Knuckles inside, she places them on both hands but everyone is knocked out, expect for one… Subject Forty Two. Subject doesn’t notice Suzuki but she ditches the Knuckles and begins to climb up the wall, Subject heats the chain wall shaking and looks to see Suzuki, they lock eyes and Suzuki is stuck in a trance. Subject goes outside and climbs up the wall to the same height as Suzuki. Subject grabs Suzuki and chokeslams her down on the glass floor, smashing the glass and Suzuki falls onto the floor. Subject begins the climb and sees he has to climb through a small hole in the Scaffold. Subject looks down to Dumb Ref once more.
Subject #42: Raaaagh!
Dumb Ref: What do you mean you’re too big!?
As the conversation goes on, Dillinger makes his way up and sees Subject, he dashed to the ladder and begins to climb, Subject takes notice and shakes the ladder to make Dillinger lose his balance. He does but doesn’t fall to far, still landing on his back. Subject looks to finish off Dillinger but Dillinger counters with the Kip Up Hurricanrana. Dillinger notices Subject favoring the knee, the effects of Holiday’s brutal attack from earlier are coming to haunt The Freak. Dillinger grabs the legs of Subject and locks in Overdose, the Cross Kneebar, Subject screams in pain… CRACK!! Holiday comes back into action with a chair to both legs of Subject and Dillinger. Holiday targets the leg of Subject more and then focuses on the scaffold. Holiday fixes the ladder up underneath the hole in the floor and begins to climb. He makes it half way through before he’s grabbed by the legs, it’s Seth Dillinger, and he begins to pull down Holiday through the hole. Holiday keeps himself up, hanging onto the cage walls. Dillinger then locks in Overdose on Holiday, Holiday is in agony but he uses his wits and lets go of the walls, causing both him and Dillinger to fall and crash through the ladders and a table. Both men are left for dead, Subject isn’t able to stand on his own two feet, Zolothach is climbing up the wall of the cell and Suzuki is being checked by medical staff. Holiday is crawling away from the wreckage that both he and Dillinger caused and is crawling back to the whole he cut opened. He brings himself down and notices an empty bag, he grabs his bat and some more items and then climbs back through the hole. He pulls out the aluminium bat and smashes it into the knee of Subject, Zolothach has the bat swung but she ducks the atatck, hitting the Jumping Side Kick and knocking Holiday back. Holiday swings the bat again and Zolothach ducks it again, wrapping herself around Holiday and locking in The Stars are Right, Holiday is fading. The blood loss is getting to him. All the while, Dillinger is back to his feet and is slowly but very carefully placing the ladder back to where it was. Zolothach lets go of Holiday and puts her focus on Dillinger, she catches him with a stiff forearm and Dillinger answers back. Forearm, Spinning Heel Kick, Hurricanrana, Standing Shooting Star Press.
Hawke: What a sequence by Seth, even if I hate him.
King: Don’t be too dark-hearted about something so beautiful.
Dillinger gets to the ladder and takes two steps up, and then BANG! No, not a Kanyon BANG! but the bang of a Steel Chair hitting the head of Dillinger, courtesy of Tommy Holiday. Dillinger falls back, crashing right through a table, but Holiday isn’t done with him. Holiday picks up Dillinger and drops him once more with Crimson Butterfly. Holiday goes for the ladder and climbs, Zolothach grabs the leg but Holiday kicks her off, Diving Elbow Drop off the ladder to Zolothach. Holiday grabs the ladder again, this time inspecting the scene and seeing everyone down and out. Holiday begins to climb and has made it through the hole in the floor, a smile comes along his face, that’s when a figure is behind him, on the other side of the cage wall… IT’S SUBJECT FORTY TWO! He climbed the scaffolding instead of the ladder, Subject begins to climb once more but Holiday opens the door and Subject loses his footing, still hanging onto the roof of the cage. Holiday takes the bat, brings it to the back of Subject and then to the injured leg of Subject. Subject doesn’t let go, Holiday reaches into his pocket and pulls out the wire cutters, he steps into the cage and begins to cut the roof of the small cage, once he’s done, the roof comes too loose and Subject falls to the scaffolding floor. Holiday climbs to the ladder from the inside but his foot is caught by Dillinger. He pulls him down and gives Holiday a kick to the nether region, he slumps over in agony and Dillinger begins the climb, Subject intervenes and yanks Dillinger down. Subject throws him into the cage wall and then spears him through the wall! Both men fall down to the Hell in a Cell roof, Holiday looks down, knowing he’s all alone but he doesn’t take his chance as he sees Subject twitching. Holiday’s looking for the kill. Holiday takes a deep breath, and then leaps, falling the same height as Dillinger and Subject and hitting a Frog Splash on Dillinger!
Hawke: Oh my god. Everyone’s looking to kill themselves today. What is going on?
King: I don’t know but it’s disturbing.
Subject is the first to make it back to the ladder, he realises the way he went and goes back that same way, climbing up the scaffolding and rolling on the wooden floor. Holiday is the next to move but once he touches the ladder, he’s met with Zolothach, but Holiday kicks her away, Dillinger is stirring and sees Zolothach in his sights, connecting the Kip Up Hurricanrana. He climbs onto the scaffolding as Holiday climbs up the ladder, Dillinger sees Zolothach getting back up and then she’s hit with a South Philly Stunner. Holiday begins climbing the cage wall as Dillinger tries to catch up, Holiday makes it to the ladder that’ll lead to the roof and Subject is almost there. Dillinger makes it to the wooden floor and climbs up the cage wall, Subject goes on the opposite side of the ladder and faces Holiday. Subject attacks Holiday, Holiday hangs on by one arm but grabs the arm of Subject with his leg and pulls out a Switchblade knife from his pocket and begins to carve into the head of Subject!
Subject #42: RAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!
The pale white skinned Subject has now become a dark green color from the blood that oozes from his head, Holiday drops the knife and we see he’s carved “TH” into the head of Subject's head. Subject powers through the leg lock that Holiday had on his arm but he’s grabbed by the throat, Subject pulls Holiday away from the ladder and chokeslams him, through the wooden floor and through Hell in a Cell’s roof. A fall of about 25-30 feet. Dillinger watches in amazement but leaps onto the ladder, higher than Subject, but Subject grabs the leg of Dillinger and pulls it between the rungs of the ladder. Subject lays one heavy punch to Dillinger and he’s knocked out, left to hang upside down. Subject climbs up the ladder and he makes it to the roof! Subject wins the X*Crown! The bell rings and Bonnie makes the stellar announcement.
Bonnie Jenkins: Here is your winner, and NEWWWWW X*Crown Champion… SUBJECT FORTY TWOOOOOOO!
King: Subject Forty Two has won the X*Crown! I am in shock!
Hawke: Nobody thought he could do it, nobody in their right minds, but he defied all the odds and is your X*Crown Champion.
King: Destiny rolled the dice on Subject and now hold the Crown, what a moment we’re witnessing here!
