.:The XHF Network Presents End of Days (Night 4)[10/22/17]:.
Oct 20, 2017 8:23:58 GMT -5
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Post by Mongo the Destroyer on Oct 20, 2017 8:23:58 GMT -5
The XHF Network Presents:
Live at
Waldo Stadium
Kalamazoo, MI
10/22/17
Capacity: 30,100
Creedence Clearwater Revival's "Fortunate Son" plays as we open up on night four of End of Days!
Hawke: Welcome...to Night Four of the XHF Network End of Days tournament! We are just two semi-final matches away from the finals! I'm Joey Hawke along side...Aron Ralston I think is what he calls himself now a days?
Romano: I have my arm in a sling, it's not missing.
Hawke: Could have fooled me.
Romano: I'll be healed up soon enough. Not only do we have our End of Days semi-finals, but we have two massive matches on the card! Firestorm Wrestling Alliance, the newest XHF Network federation-
Hawke: Which can be found on XHFNetwork.com-
Romano: The newest fed takes on AWF in tag team action! Plus our main event-
Sahara by Nightwish begins blaring over the loudspeaker. The fans in Kalamazoo get to their feet and begin booing as the AWF's T-Bone walks out on stage. He checks over the cuff-links on his suit and then begins heading down to the ring.
Hawke: What's this?
Romano: You know exactly who it is.
Hawke: Oh, that's the guy that beat you with your own arm, right?
Romano: That's the guy I would shank in the parking lot after the show, but apparently the laws apply to disputes among wrestlers now. If I were 30 years younger I could dispose of his body - no questions asked.
Hawke: That's fucked up my friend.
The crowd continues to boo as T-Bone walks up the steps and enters between the ropes. He gets to the middle of the ring and holds his arms out to soak in the boos from the crowd a little longer. The crowd starts losing their momentum and T-Bone takes to the microphone.
T-Bone: You know, once again I am in awe of what a decent owner can accomplish in such a short amount of time. Yeah, we are in Kalamazoo, which until about two hours ago I didn't realize was a real place-
The crowd picks up the volume in their boos and T-Bone stops and grins at the camera.
T-Bone: You people are so easy. Don't you realize the trick? I insult every city I visit. You're not that special. Honestly.
He walks around the ring to listen to the crowd boo some more.
T-Bone: As I was saying, look at what a real wrestling promoter can accomplish in a small amount of time. Let's face it, Mongo is genius. I mean, I could do better, but considering Felix Ziko has set the bar so low, this is a solid effort. I am impressed with my short time in the XHF. I am impressed by the talent the XHF Network has attracted. I am impressed by the new promotions who have recently signed with the XHF. I expect big things from a few of them. In my short time here on the XHF Network, I've had a great experience.
T-Bone claps his hands and the crowd gives a mixed reaction.
T-Bone: And sadly, it has to come to an end. The End of Days, is the end of T-Bone gracing the XHF arenas. The End of Days, is the end of T-Bone selling out arenas such as this one, simply by being rumored to appear. The End of Days, is the end of my participation in a successful promotion. Because next month, I return to my slavery to the AWF, where we wrestle in out houses and latrines. Frankly, no human in history has been treated worse than I have under AWF rule. I'm a slave.
The crowd begins booing again.
Hawke: Even I can see those particular comments are in poor taste.
T-Bone: But hey. Felix has gone ahead and messed this up too! You see, last week, at End of Days Night 3...Felix came out here...huffing and puffing...and blowing his house down. And he cried like a bitch. He cried about how I've bullied him. He cried about how he tried to do what was best for the AWF. And he cried about having no choice but to step in the ring with me. And what, am I supposed to come out here and make this grand gesture to accept this challenge?
Romano: Typical, he's going to back down from the challenge.
T-Bone: What do I get out of this? Let's face it, Felix is washed up. Felix may have been at one time been a halfway competant competitor...but let's be honest he got by on being tall and fat. When I woke up this morning, I was prepared to come out here and tell Felix to take his challenge and shove it up his very large ass, because I don't need this!
The crowd boos.
T-Bone: But on my drive down here today, I realized something. I've already won. You see, Felix likes to talk about how he has integrity, and that he is above the politics of wrestling that he claims to hate so much...despite playing them as hard as anyone in this business. I've already won, because by challenging me to a match, Felix has exposed himself as the hypocrite he is. Each and everyone of you is witness to that. Felix is a hypocrite. He doesn't care about my colleagues in the back, and he sure as hell doesn't care about any of you.
Hawke: I think he makes a great point.
Romano: You would.
T-Bone: And listen, I don't care about any of you either. But at least I'm honest about it. You people and I have an honest relationship. I remind you how inferior each and every one of you are to me...and you...boo loudly. I mean, I'm successful and none of you are, but at least we have an honest relationship.
The crowd starts a 'you suck' chant. T-Bone for his part waves his arms up and down to try and antagonize the crowd more.
T-Bone: See what I mean Felix? These people pay what little money they have for the chance to see me. I have sold out this arena tonight just so these losers can jeer me and post about it on social media. There is a reason they don't flock to the AWF though. They know that the AWF is a lie, just like I do. But here we are, you've laid out a challenge for the End of Days final. And I'm sure you won't admit it, for the first time since you started the AWF you've revealed a shred of honestly. You've revealed that you're willing to let some of the talent sit backstage so you can have your big pay per view moment. "Felix Ziko defends the AWF against the bully T-Bone"! What a marquee! What a joke.
Hawke: No really, I think he makes a lot of great points. Why should Mr. Ziko be taking someone else's spot on the card?
Romano: It's not about that. It is about standing up for what is right, and beating down what is wrong. T-Bone is all that is wrong with wrestling, and people should be proud that Mr. Ziko is willing to take matters into his own hands. This is the wrestling business. We settle our issues in the ring.
T-Bone: Felix, I accept your challenge.
The crowd starts cheering.
Hawke: I guess we will settle things in the ring.
Romano: Great, Mr. Ziko can put this punk in his place.
T-Bone: I accept it not because we have a score to settle...but because I have already won. Instead, I accept it so I can give you the beating you so rightfully deserve. I know you're too deluted to realize, but I am the hero of this story. I will save the AWF...from you. Then maybe the next time I extend the offer to you to step inside my circle of trust, you will take it.
T-Bone drops the microphone and his music starts playing. The crowd cheers as a graphic on the tron advertises the upcoming match.
Hawke: I can't say that I am all that interested in this match, but it has the potential to be entertaining.
Romano: I can tell you all of the AWF is excited. T-Bone has disrespected everyone from the moment he walked in the door, and we will all be waiting for Mr. Ziko to beat some respect into him.
Hawke: If you say so. Coming up next, our first of two semi-finals match! End of Days is up next!
Jessie Love: Ladies and gentlemen, the first match of the evening is scheduled for one-fall and it is the first semi-final of the XHF End of Days Tournament! Introducing first...
"Ah look at all the lonely people
Ah look at all the lonely people"
Plays over the P.A. system and the crowd begins to roar as the camera pans around the arena showing all of the lonely people while the Beatles sing about Eleanor. The arena lights dim and a spotlight appears on the stage.
"All the lonely people
Where do they all come from?
All the lonely people
Where do they all belong?"
Jessie Love: Introducing first: From Liverpool, England - weighing in at 250 pounds... He is an XHF Legends Entry: Scorpion!
Suddenly Scorpion appears in the spotlight with his retired XHF European Championship wrapped around his waist. He whips his hair back and looks around at all the lonely people and smiles for sprinting down to the ring and sliding in. He pops up to his feet and removes the Championship from his waist and hoists it in the air. He hands the title to the ring announcer and awaits his opponent.
Hawke: Scorpion's back in town! Awwww yeah!
King: He's truly as awesome as I remember!
Pornosonic's "Spyderpussy" hits and the house lights dim, filtered spotlights cast a warm pink and purple haze on the curtain. At the ten-second mark, eXXXstacy slips seductively through the curtain to a great response from the men in the crowd. She eyes the crowd and then gestures back to the curtain as just as the song kicks in fully - Jackson Steele steps onto the stage to catcalls and whistling from the women - a few men boo him, a few bow down in mock hero-worship. He stretches out his arms and turns a full circle, showing off his toned and oiled body before swaggering down the aisle in time with the music, as eXXXstacy follows.
Jessie Love: And his opponent: On his way to the ring... from Niagara Falls, Ontario, Canada - weighing in at 231 pounds... He is an AWF Entry and is the AWF Champion: Jackson Steele!
He takes a meandering course down the aisle, flitting from woman to woman as he ogles, flirts, and even manages to scrawl a phone number across the top of one ecstatic fan's boob before making the "call me" gesture to her. Sliding under the bottom rope he struts alongside one set of ring ropes, gyrating and thrusting his hips and making eye contact with the women who cheer him, before hopping up to the top turnbuckle, once more flexing and posing before giving a "suck it!" Crotch chop.
Hawke: And here is the king of the nobodies! Let's see how well he'll do.
King: I think we should give him some more respect. I think he'll do well tonight.
Hawke: Yeah, no.
End of Days Semifinals
Singles Match
Scorpion (XHF Legend) vs. Jackson Steele (AWF)
The bell rings and Scorpion and Jackson hesitantly eye the other one. This isn't going to be an easy match for either one, and they both understood that. After all, Scorpion defeated the GXW Heavyweight Champion and Jay Cutter. On the other hand, Jackson Steele defeated the leader of BANG Curtis Kanyon and Michael Storm. This match could go either way, but with the bell ringing, they need to summon as much energy in order to topple the other one down. They both circle each other and invoke a mountain of energy in order to match what the bout demands. Jackson gets the early lead and captures Scorpion into a headlock. Scorpion struggles as he tries to find a way out of it. he quickly grabs the upper body of Jackson Steele and takes him over his shoulder in a takedown. He then changes the tables so he has Jackson in the headlock. Jackson quickly climbs his way to his feet and summons as much energy as he can to push Scorpion from the headlock. It sends him to the rope, allowing Jackson the time to shake his head. He looks up and finds Scorpion catapulting from the ropes. Jackson has no time to dodge and with a shoulder from Scorpion, Jackson falls back and hits the canvas hard. Scorpion runs to the adjacent ropes. While he does this, Jackson flips to his stomach. As Scorpion hits the ropes, Jackson gets to his feet. Scorpion comes back to Jackson throwing him for the hip toss, but the XHF Grandslam Champion finds his way to his feet and reverses it. Instead, he slams Jackson to the canvas! As he hits the mat, Jackson grabs his back as it's on fire with the amount of passion Scorpion has brought to the ring.
Hawke: This match is on fire! And look at Scorpion! Cool under pressure!
King: I remember to the second End of Days fourteen years ago today. Scorpion is bringing the same level of dominance then as he is now. Age doesn't slow him down in the slightest!
Scorpion leans down to put his hands on the neck of Jackson Steele, but he throws his leg up, kicking hard at Scorpion's backside and throwing him forward. Jackson uses this time to make his way to his feet. Scorpion quickly regains his footing. He turns around and Jackson is taking the offensive. He sends throw after throw to Scorpion, sending him to the ropes. Jackson then stretches out his hands and throws him to the ropes, but Scorpion reverses. Jackson is being sent to the ropes. Jackson bounces off the opposite side of the ropes and comes back to Scorpion going for a knee to the stomach. Jackson actually leaps over the knee and somersaults the kick. Scorpion turns around to find Jackson springboarding off of the ropes and back flips. He lands on his feet and grabs Scorpion, hitting him down with a reverse DDT! Scorpion goes down like a ton of bricks and Jackson quickly goes for the pin count:
One...
Two...
Th-Kickout!
Hawke: Come on, Scorpion! Get back on your feet and show this punk how wrestling is really done!
King: I think you're forgetting that this guy is the AWF Champion! He didn't get their by twiddling his thumbs, you know!
Jackson Steele gets to his feet and is gracious enough to give some time for the XHF Legend to rise back to his feet. In fact, he even offers a hand. Scorpion accepts and the two share a moment of respect and sportsmanship. The crowd doesn't go "Awww" because despite the good vibes, this isn't a romance novel and there are no glittery vampires, pansy. The two separate, grab some space and decide to go back toward one another. They circle each other once more and engage in a lock up. Jackson Steele quickly follows up by securing Scorpion into a top wrist lock. Scorpion's mouth is agape, sighing in pain. Scorpion decides not to give up, but to continue. he throws a kick to the stomach of Jackson. It causes him to back up, although he's still holding onto the hold. Scorpion then throws another kick, and this time, it causes Jackson to let go as he's bent forward. Scorpion backs up into the ropes and comes back to take the AWF Champion with a clothesline. It knocks down Jackson to the cheers of the audience as they root for the underdog finally making the playing field level. Scorpion looks left. He looks right. Then he looks down to find the grounded Jackson Steele. That's when he decides to step up the game. Scorpion grabs the legs of Jackson. He begins to contort his leg for a submission move - one that would be quite obvious to anyone who knows Scorpion. Jackson's eyes bulge open. He knows exactly what's happening but finds himself unable to stop his opponent. He locks him into a Sharpshooter, and immediately, Jackson finds himself into a tricky situation.
King: The Scorpion Lock! He's locked in!
Hawke: And this match is over! Jackson has seconds. Maybe a minute if he's lucky!
Jackson Steele is groaning in pain. Scorpion's mouth is agape, sharply exhaling. He's beginning to yell. "Give up!" Jackson is shaking his head, but he's visibly letting it affect him more than many of the others he has faced in the back. In fact, the referee is crouched in front of Jackson. He keeps asking him, "Do you give up?" The referee keeps shaking his head. He refuses! This is the semi-finals of the End of Days tournament. How can he get to the finals if he gives up now? How can he win the tournament if he gives up now? How can he become the champion and go up against Thob or whomever the champion may be at the time if he gives up now? Jackson slides himself forward. He's struggling for the ropes, but Scorpion is intent to make his opponent's journey to the ropes one that does not come to fruition. Jackson is slowly inching his way to the ropes. Scorpion is finding it hard to resist. Jackson Steele is finding his way closer and closer. He makes it nearly all the way to the ropes. He reaches... is almost at the ropes, and that's when Scorpion moves forward back to the center of the ring. The crowd is gasping, seeing the end already. At this point, Jackson is full-out screaming. He's about to tap... and that's when he makes one last ditch effort at Scorpion. He reaches backwards and tries to reach the arms of Scorpion, but misses. Instead, he grabs the tights of Scorpion. He ends up pulling them down. Scorpion's bare behind is exposed and Scorpion is distracted in an effort to quickly pull them up. Jackson is able to escape the move and quickly rolls out of the ring in a moment so that he can recover. Scorpion's eyes bulge open as he witnessed Jackson Steele escaping from a perfect hold.
Hawke: What!? What is this foolishness!? Jackson couldn't get the job done so he had to get a rise out of cheap thrills!?
King: I really don't think that this is what Jackson was intending to do. It looks like he was trying to grab at Scorpion's body, but whatever works.
The referee looks outside of the ring and finds Jackson tending to his legs, which have contorted quite extensively.
...ONE!
Jackson is rubbing on his legs almost in a jerking motion. Because he stretches his third leg in the same manner, he knows how to work on his first two well.
...TWO!
At this time, Scorpion has made it to his feet. He's pacing around back and forth, waiting for Jackson to re-enter the ring. He's quite confident, aware of what he has done and that he has an advantage. He's confident, but not cocky. He knows he hasn't won yet and is keeping his eyes on the prize.
...THREE!
Jackson has got to his feet. He's hurt, in pain, but knows he has to come back sooner or later. He takes a quick moment to reassess his strategy.
...FIVE!
Jackson re-enters the ring and Scorpion has given him a physically combative welcome, with forearms and strikes. Jackson perseveres through the strikes as he makes his way to his feet. Jackson gets to his feet only to go back down as he tackles Scorpion down. He begins to throw lefts and rights to his legend of an opponent. Scorpion fights back. He throws a hard kick to the behind of Jackson, knocking him off. Jackson gets back to his feet and runs to Scorpion, but Scorpion ducks the incoming punch from Jackson. He hooks it while spinning around and hooking his other arm. Scorpion brings him down for a backslide pin. The referee slides in:
One...
Two...
Th-Jackson kicks out. Scorpion gets to his feet, but Jackson manages to pull him over with a school boy. There's another pin!
One...
Two...
Thr-Scorpion kicks out! They both get to their feet among the cheers of admiration of the tens of thousands of fans in the audience. Jackson and Scorpion are staring to each other, breathing heavily. They're both tired, spent. The energy needed to compete at such a consistently intense level has taken their toll. Jackson and Scorpion approach each other once more. The two lock up and Jackson gets behind Scorpion with a hammerlock. Scorpion's trying to find a way out of the technique but little does he know, this hammerlock is the least of his issues. Scorpion's trying to strike Jackson with his other hand. Jackson lets go and Scorpion circles around with a punch that he ducks. Jackson then hits his opponent with an atomic drop! The arena knows what's coming.
Hawke: He has hit one half of the Ass to Mouth! ...I don't even know how I'm allowed to say the name of his finisher on National TV. Now all he needs is the-
King: The Busaiku Knee!
...but it doesn't hit! Worse than that, Scorpion actually reverses it to a reverse sidewalk slam! Jackson Steele crashes and burns! Scorpion is about to pin Jackson once and for all when he realizes he's going to win this match with authority. He grabs the AWF Champion and lifts him up off the ground and to his feet. He then grabs Jackson and takes him down with a body slam!
Hawke: He avoided the Ass to Mouth like a champ! ...is a sentence I didn't think I would ever say. (...is a sentence I would ever write.)
King: ...Something's wrong.
Steele has been slammed to the canvas and Scorpion's hands are still on him. He can't take it off. In fact, Scorpion's hand is still on the crotch of Jackson. Scorpion begins to scream as Jackson Steele slowly makes his way to his feet. Scorpion tries to take his hand off, but it's not of any use. Jackson's face shows signs of straining. His veins are popping and his face is turning red. Jackson begins to flex, making a final ditch effort. Scorpion shakes his head. He keeps shaking... and he flips over and lands onto his back! Jackson Steele makes the cover. The referee makes the pin count:
One...
Two...
Three!
Jessie Love: The winner of the match and advancing to the finals of the End of Days Tournament, Jackson Steele!
Hawke: That... I haven't ever seen anything like it before!
King: ...and with the power of his penis, Jackson Steele advances to the finals! Will he go against Shogun-Tron or Hyperion? Find out next!
Jessie Love: The following match is scheduled for one-fall and is the second of the semi-finals for the XHF End of Days Tournament! Introducing first...
The White Stripes's "Seven Nation Army (Team Tron Mix)" blasts over the speakers as the Xtremetron shows the words, "THE FUTURE!!" then clicks to show the words "SHOGUN" and "TRON" one on top of the other. The gunman from . . . THE FUTURE emerges and does some really awesome gun play (like Ocelot in Metal Gear Solid 3) using his FUTURE Blaster! . . . A toy six shooter straight from the toy collection of John Wayne memorabilia. He moves to the ring and tosses the holsters the gun. The crowd has broken into full TECHNO DANCE MODE from the theme and the lights are going funky like at a club. Shogun-Tron backs into a corner and poses as everything returns to normal ... except Shogun ... he stays posed ... and epic.
Jessie Love: From XHF Headquarters weighing in at 211 pounds - He is an XHF Legends Entry: Shogun-Tron!
Hawke: This is going to be such a crazy match. The Past vs. The Future. This is ridiculous.
Romano: I think this is going to be very interesting. Zany, but good.
The opening chords begin to play, as the lights darken completely. The crowd reacts to the haunting melody of Hyperion's entrance; the darkness blanketing everyone. Hyperion appears from a distance, walking through the crowd, tall and fierce. A single golden light guides his path to the ring; his trident glowing through the darkness in his hand. He approaches the ring, and scales the steps. He pauses at the side, looking vaguely into the crowd, before raising his trident over his head to shouts from the audience. He enters over the top rope, hands his weapon to the referee and prepares for Shogun-Tron as he stares him down.
Jessie Love: And his opponent... from New York, weighing in at 300 pounds - He is an AWF Entry: Hyperion!
Hawke: Now this is a man. I mean, what he's wearing is kind of weird, but he looks tough.
Romano: And he has the strength to back it up. Believe me. I've seen what he can do.
End of Days Semifinals
Scorpion (XHF Legend) vs. Jackson Steele (AWF)
The bell rings and Scorpion and Jackson hesitantly eye the other one. This isn't going to be an easy match for either one, and they both understood that. After all, Scorpion defeated the GXW Heavyweight Champion and Jay Cutter. On the other hand, Jackson Steele defeated the leader of BANG Curtis Kanyon and Michael Storm. This match could go either way, but with the bell ringing, they need to summon as much energy in order to topple the other one down. They both circle each other and invoke a mountain of energy in order to match what the bout demands. Jackson gets the early lead and captures Scorpion into a headlock. Scorpion struggles as he tries to find a way out of it. he quickly grabs the upper body of Jackson Steele and takes him over his shoulder in a takedown. He then changes the tables so he has Jackson in the headlock. Jackson quickly climbs his way to his feet and summons as much energy as he can to push Scorpion from the headlock. It sends him to the rope, allowing Jackson the time to shake his head. He looks up and finds Scorpion catapulting from the ropes. Jackson has no time to dodge and with a shoulder from Scorpion, Jackson falls back and hits the canvas hard. Scorpion runs to the adjacent ropes. While he does this, Jackson flips to his stomach. As Scorpion hits the ropes, Jackson gets to his feet. Scorpion comes back to Jackson throwing him for the hip toss, but the XHF Grandslam Champion finds his way to his feet and reverses it. Instead, he slams Jackson to the canvas! As he hits the mat, Jackson grabs his back as it's on fire with the amount of passion Scorpion has brought to the ring.
Hawke: This match is on fire! And look at Scorpion! Cool under pressure!
King: I remember to the second End of Days fourteen years ago today. Scorpion is bringing the same level of dominance then as he is now. Age doesn't slow him down in the slightest!
Scorpion leans down to put his hands on the neck of Jackson Steele, but he throws his leg up, kicking hard at Scorpion's backside and throwing him forward. Jackson uses this time to make his way to his feet. Scorpion quickly regains his footing. He turns around and Jackson is taking the offensive. He sends throw after throw to Scorpion, sending him to the ropes. Jackson then stretches out his hands and throws him to the ropes, but Scorpion reverses. Jackson is being sent to the ropes. Jackson bounces off the opposite side of the ropes and comes back to Scorpion going for a knee to the stomach. Jackson actually leaps over the knee and somersaults the kick. Scorpion turns around to find Jackson springboarding off of the ropes and back flips. He lands on his feet and grabs Scorpion, hitting him down with a reverse DDT! Scorpion goes down like a ton of bricks and Jackson quickly goes for the pin count:
One...
Two...
Th-Kickout!
Hawke: Come on, Scorpion! Get back on your feet and show this punk how wrestling is really done!
King: I think you're forgetting that this guy is the AWF Champion! He didn't get their by twiddling his thumbs, you know!
Jackson Steele gets to his feet and is gracious enough to give some time for the XHF Legend to rise back to his feet. In fact, he even offers a hand. Scorpion accepts and the two share a moment of respect and sportsmanship. The crowd doesn't go "Awww" because despite the good vibes, this isn't a romance novel and there are no glittery vampires, pansy. The two separate, grab some space and decide to go back toward one another. They circle each other once more and engage in a lock up. Jackson Steele quickly follows up by securing Scorpion into a top wrist lock. Scorpion's mouth is agape, sighing in pain. Scorpion decides not to give up, but to continue. he throws a kick to the stomach of Jackson. It causes him to back up, although he's still holding onto the hold. Scorpion then throws another kick, and this time, it causes Jackson to let go as he's bent forward. Scorpion backs up into the ropes and comes back to take the AWF Champion with a clothesline. It knocks down Jackson to the cheers of the audience as they root for the underdog finally making the playing field level. Scorpion looks left. He looks right. Then he looks down to find the grounded Jackson Steele. That's when he decides to step up the game. Scorpion grabs the legs of Jackson. He begins to contort his leg for a submission move - one that would be quite obvious to anyone who knows Scorpion. Jackson's eyes bulge open. He knows exactly what's happening but finds himself unable to stop his opponent. He locks him into a Sharpshooter, and immediately, Jackson finds himself into a tricky situation.
King: The Scorpion Lock! He's locked in!
Hawke: And this match is over! Jackson has seconds. Maybe a minute if he's lucky!
Jackson Steele is groaning in pain. Scorpion's mouth is agape, sharply exhaling. He's beginning to yell. "Give up!" Jackson is shaking his head, but he's visibly letting it affect him more than many of the others he has faced in the back. In fact, the referee is crouched in front of Jackson. He keeps asking him, "Do you give up?" The referee keeps shaking his head. He refuses! This is the semi-finals of the End of Days tournament. How can he get to the finals if he gives up now? How can he win the tournament if he gives up now? How can he become the champion and go up against Thob or whomever the champion may be at the time if he gives up now? Jackson slides himself forward. He's struggling for the ropes, but Scorpion is intent to make his opponent's journey to the ropes one that does not come to fruition. Jackson is slowly inching his way to the ropes. Scorpion is finding it hard to resist. Jackson Steele is finding his way closer and closer. He makes it nearly all the way to the ropes. He reaches... is almost at the ropes, and that's when Scorpion moves forward back to the center of the ring. The crowd is gasping, seeing the end already. At this point, Jackson is full-out screaming. He's about to tap... and that's when he makes one last ditch effort at Scorpion. He reaches backwards and tries to reach the arms of Scorpion, but misses. Instead, he grabs the tights of Scorpion. He ends up pulling them down. Scorpion's bare behind is exposed and Scorpion is distracted in an effort to quickly pull them up. Jackson is able to escape the move and quickly rolls out of the ring in a moment so that he can recover. Scorpion's eyes bulge open as he witnessed Jackson Steele escaping from a perfect hold.
Hawke: What!? What is this foolishness!? Jackson couldn't get the job done so he had to get a rise out of cheap thrills!?
King: I really don't think that this is what Jackson was intending to do. It looks like he was trying to grab at Scorpion's body, but whatever works.
The referee looks outside of the ring and finds Jackson tending to his legs, which have contorted quite extensively.
...ONE!
Jackson is rubbing on his legs almost in a jerking motion. Because he stretches his third leg in the same manner, he knows how to work on his first two well.
...TWO!
At this time, Scorpion has made it to his feet. He's pacing around back and forth, waiting for Jackson to re-enter the ring. He's quite confident, aware of what he has done and that he has an advantage. He's confident, but not cocky. He knows he hasn't won yet and is keeping his eyes on the prize.
...THREE!
Jackson has got to his feet. He's hurt, in pain, but knows he has to come back sooner or later. He takes a quick moment to reassess his strategy.
...FIVE!
Jackson re-enters the ring and Scorpion has given him a physically combative welcome, with forearms and strikes. Jackson perseveres through the strikes as he makes his way to his feet. Jackson gets to his feet only to go back down as he tackles Scorpion down. He begins to throw lefts and rights to his legend of an opponent. Scorpion fights back. He throws a hard kick to the behind of Jackson, knocking him off. Jackson gets back to his feet and runs to Scorpion, but Scorpion ducks the incoming punch from Jackson. He hooks it while spinning around and hooking his other arm. Scorpion brings him down for a backslide pin. The referee slides in:
One...
Two...
Th-Jackson kicks out. Scorpion gets to his feet, but Jackson manages to pull him over with a school boy. There's another pin!
One...
Two...
Thr-Scorpion kicks out! They both get to their feet among the cheers of admiration of the tens of thousands of fans in the audience. Jackson and Scorpion are staring to each other, breathing heavily. They're both tired, spent. The energy needed to compete at such a consistently intense level has taken their toll. Jackson and Scorpion approach each other once more. The two lock up and Jackson gets behind Scorpion with a hammerlock. Scorpion's trying to find a way out of the technique but little does he know, this hammerlock is the least of his issues. Scorpion's trying to strike Jackson with his other hand. Jackson lets go and Scorpion circles around with a punch that he ducks. Jackson then hits his opponent with an atomic drop! The arena knows what's coming.
Hawke: He has hit one half of the Ass to Mouth! ...I don't even know how I'm allowed to say the name of his finisher on National TV. Now all he needs is the-
King: The Busaiku Knee!
...but it doesn't hit! Worse than that, Scorpion actually reverses it to a reverse sidewalk slam! Jackson Steele crashes and burns! Scorpion is about to pin Jackson once and for all when he realizes he's going to win this match with authority. He grabs the AWF Champion and lifts him up off the ground and to his feet. He then grabs Jackson and takes him down with a body slam!
Hawke: He avoided the Ass to Mouth like a champ! ...is a sentence I didn't think I would ever say. (...is a sentence I would ever write.)
King: ...Something's wrong.
Steele has been slammed to the canvas and Scorpion's hands are still on him. He can't take it off. In fact, Scorpion's hand is still on the crotch of Jackson. Scorpion begins to scream as Jackson Steele slowly makes his way to his feet. Scorpion tries to take his hand off, but it's not of any use. Jackson's face shows signs of straining. His veins are popping and his face is turning red. Jackson begins to flex, making a final ditch effort. Scorpion shakes his head. He keeps shaking... and he flips over and lands onto his back! Jackson Steele makes the cover. The referee makes the pin count:
One...
Two...
Three!
Jessie Love: The winner of the match and advancing to the finals of the End of Days Tournament, Jackson Steele!
Hawke: That... I haven't ever seen anything like it before!
King: ...and with the power of his penis, Jackson Steele advances to the finals! Will he go against Shogun-Tron or Hyperion? Find out next!
Jessie Love: The following match is scheduled for one-fall and is the second of the semi-finals for the XHF End of Days Tournament! Introducing first...
The White Stripes's "Seven Nation Army (Team Tron Mix)" blasts over the speakers as the Xtremetron shows the words, "THE FUTURE!!" then clicks to show the words "SHOGUN" and "TRON" one on top of the other. The gunman from . . . THE FUTURE emerges and does some really awesome gun play (like Ocelot in Metal Gear Solid 3) using his FUTURE Blaster! . . . A toy six shooter straight from the toy collection of John Wayne memorabilia. He moves to the ring and tosses the holsters the gun. The crowd has broken into full TECHNO DANCE MODE from the theme and the lights are going funky like at a club. Shogun-Tron backs into a corner and poses as everything returns to normal ... except Shogun ... he stays posed ... and epic.
Jessie Love: From XHF Headquarters weighing in at 211 pounds - He is an XHF Legends Entry: Shogun-Tron!
Hawke: This is going to be such a crazy match. The Past vs. The Future. This is ridiculous.
Romano: I think this is going to be very interesting. Zany, but good.
The opening chords begin to play, as the lights darken completely. The crowd reacts to the haunting melody of Hyperion's entrance; the darkness blanketing everyone. Hyperion appears from a distance, walking through the crowd, tall and fierce. A single golden light guides his path to the ring; his trident glowing through the darkness in his hand. He approaches the ring, and scales the steps. He pauses at the side, looking vaguely into the crowd, before raising his trident over his head to shouts from the audience. He enters over the top rope, hands his weapon to the referee and prepares for Shogun-Tron as he stares him down.
Jessie Love: And his opponent... from New York, weighing in at 300 pounds - He is an AWF Entry: Hyperion!
Hawke: Now this is a man. I mean, what he's wearing is kind of weird, but he looks tough.
Romano: And he has the strength to back it up. Believe me. I've seen what he can do.
End of Days Semifinals
Singles Match
Shogun-Tron (XHF Legend) vs. Hyperion (AWF)
The match starts and Shogun immediately springs into action. He vaults up high onto the shoulder of the mighty Hyperion and straddles him, raining sharp swift punches onto his head. Hyperion swats at him like a troublesome fly and proceeds to pull him down by the back of his suit, slamming him to the mat. The Mad Titan reaches down and wraps his hand around Shogun’s neck. He lifts him up with one hand, powering his opponent back to his feet. Shogun thinks quickly before any more danger befalls him and socks Hyperion right between the eyes. His hulking opponent smiles and shakes his head but Shogun decides not to be taken aback and Instead lands a swift kick to the side of Hyperion’s head. Hyperion releases his grip and Shogun takes the chance to sprint and fly off from the ropes, attempting a tidy looking cross body. Hyperion however, catches him just as neatly and screams at the top of his lungs as he falls backwards and lugs Shogun over his head in a fallaway slam. Shogun clutches his back and rolls towards the turnbuckle. He pulls himself into a sitting position using the ropes and blinks a few times, shaking off the rough landing. Hyperion raises one hand to the audience which garners a frosty response as most of them are behind the flamboyant Tron. The greek god seems both confused and angered as he turns his attention back to Shogun. He runs full steam at his opponent who quickly rolls out of the way of Hyperion’s oncoming knee as it smashes into the turnbuckle.
Hawke: Shogun-Tron playing it smart, using the big man’s momentum against him.
Romano: Y’know, Shogun reminds me of an awesome action figure that I used to own as a kid.
Hawke: Let me guess… you still own it, right?
Romano: IT’S A COLLECTORS ITEM JOEY!
Hyperion winces as he rests one hand on the turnbuckle and one on his knee. He turns around and is greeted with a running double palm strike straight to his solar plexus. We hear a myriad of “hee yas" and “hyut hyut hyut”’s as Shogun plasters open hand slaps and back hand chops across the significant chest of Hyperion. Hyperion responds in kind with one huge back handed chop that sends Shogun rolling backwards head over heels into the center of the ring. He gets to his feet as Hyperion hurtles forward and tries to decapitate him with a colossal clothesline but Shogun ducks just in time as he hears a gust of air rush by his head.
Hawke: Sweet mammary biscuits and gravy! Hyperion trying to plant Shogun-Tron with “The High One”’ the move that beat Duke Kosloff in the last round!
Romano: Mammary biscuits? The hell you talkin’ about Hawke?!
Shogun puts both his hands up to his head and checks that it is still attached to his shoulders. It is. He raises one fist to Hyperion, clenching and shaking it menacingly but it just comes off as comical from beneath his fantastically loud suit. Suddenly he raises one hand above his head… and then the other. He locks the in place and circles them down slowly. He begins to strike different poses as Hyperion starts to make a bee line towards his pea-cocking opponent. As he does so, Shogun dramatically gets down to one knee as he takes aim at Hyperion with his imaginary super duper high energy photon blaster, or… well… his plastic kids toy gun. Hyperion charges headlong at him and Shogun rolls out the way. “Pew pew”, he takes a few shots at the Mad Titan who charges him again, Shogun rolls away a second time and takes a few more shots. The crowd are going completely wild and cheering the leader of the Trons. Hyperion finally loses patience and simply marches up to Shogun, batting the “weapon” out of his hand and to the floor. Shogun looks at his hands in panic and Hyperion uses the distraction to deliver a kick to the gut, following it up with a gut-wrench sit down powerbomb. He hooks in a pin.
One…
Two…
Kickout by Shogun-Tron!!!
Hawke: I don’t think Hyperion is a big fan of the Trons, his god like status however protected him from those devastating laser blasts!
Romano: ...
Hyperion brings Shogun to his feet. He leans back and delivers a couple of skull busting headbutts before throwing Shogun against the ropes. As he comes back Hyperion lifts him up into a military press. Shogun struggles as Hyperion parades around the ring, contemplating the most devastating way to alleviate himself from his opponent. Shogun whips his body round in a hugely impressive athletic manner though and hooks the big man’s head bringing him down with a spinning tornado DDT. The crowd pop loudly for Shogun as both men lay there in the centre of the ring. The referee manages to reach a five count before Shogun and Hyperion have both reached their feet again. Shogun looks over to see The Mad Titan still favouring the knee that smashed into the turnbuckle as he gets up. Shogun takes off and delivers a swift dropkick to the knee. He quickly gets back up and bounds off the ropes, hitting another dropkick to Hyperion’s injured knee. Hyperion reels back and leans against the ropes, grabbing his leg. Shogun meanwhile hits the ropes again and gallops over to Hyperion, twisting one hundred and eighty degrees in the air and delivering a pele kick to his opponent’s dome. As Hyperion drops to one knee, Shogun continues his momentum and flips over the ropes to the outside and landing perfectly on his feet. Full of adrenaline and the favour of the crowd he diverts his attention quickly back to the ring. He grabs Hyperion’s bad knee and sweeps the big man clean off his feet who lands with a thud. Shogun jumps to the apron, and then leaps like a cat to the top rope. He strikes a pose and throws his head back as he gracefully swan dives from the top, flipping round into a swanton bomb but landing instead with a devastating elbow that thunders down on Hyperion’s chiselled godly chin.
Hawke: That’s the FUTURE shock! What an outrageous onslaught of offence by Shogun!
Romano: He goes for the cover!
One…
Two…
Kickout by Hyperion!
Shogun looks up, a little shocked by the kickout but still very aware of what he is up against. He gets to his feet and tries to drag Hyperion up by the hair but he refuses to cooperate, instead throwing a boot up which catches Shogun in the eye. Shogun staggers back as Hyperion rolls under the rope and out of the ring. He doubles over and tries to collect himself as Shogun finally gains sight from his left eye. Shogun looks outside of the ring to see the greek god in a pretty bad way. Shogun takes a deep breath and spring off the ropes. He runs the full length of the ring before kamikaze diving over the top rope towards Hyperion who reacts just in time, ducking quickly out of the way as Shogun crashes and burns into the barrier outside.
Hawke: Shogun is trying absolutely everything he can to keep this ominous force of nature off his feet. Crazy risks don’t always pay off though.
Romano: He’s just showing off now, trying to please all these fans that are more interested in him flying through the air than winning the match. They don’t care if he breaks his damn neck trying to keep them happy.
Hyperion picks up Shogun whose body is ravished with pain from that collision. He scoops him up and plants him down on the concrete below. Shogun writhes and arches his back as Hyperion stands over him, sizing him up. He then proceeds to plant both feet on Shogun’s chest and balances on top of him, flexing his muscles to the crowd. The air rushes out of Shogun’s body as he kicks his feet desperately. Hyperion reaches down and picks him up, cradling him like a baby. He looks over the crowd before bringing Shogun down violently across his knee with a savage backbreaker. Shogun goes limp as he simply lays there. Meanwhile the ref has counted to seven and Hyperion stops his rampage to pay some attention to this. He rolls under the ropes and then back out again, resetting the count and goes back over to Shogun. He picks him up this time by the neck and fires him back into the ring. Hyperion clambers up the apron and holds onto the top rope firmly with both hands. He takes a second to compose himself and springs over the top rope with a beautifully fluid movement. He gets some incredible hang time in the air as he lands with a leg drop, crushing Shogun’s wind pipe.
Hawke: Hyperion is relentlessly squeezing the life out of Shogun’s body. He can’t have much air left in those lungs.
Hyperion stays in a sitting down position as the referee counts the pin.
One…
Two…
Th… Kickout by Shogun-Tron!
Romano: That’s gotta simply be instinct alone. I don’t think Shogun knows where the hell he is, mind you most of the time he doesn’t have a great grip on reality.
Hyperion looks frustrated as he rolls off from the cover and pulls himself to his feet by the ropes. He stomps on the mat and pounds chest as Shogun continues to lay there, lifeless. Hyperion prowls over to Shogun and measures him, dropping a fist across his hooded face. Hyperion stays on the ground, pressing both hands either side of Shogun’s head and simply squeezing it as hard as he can. This brings some motion from Shogun who screams in pain as The Mad Titan tightens his fused grip around the man’s skull. The ref goes to check on Shogun, asking him if he gives up or not. Shogun waves his finger as he cannot shake his head no and tries to summon up some resilience from somewhere. As Hyperion continues to mercilessly apply the pressure, Shogun begins to manoeuvre his legs around his opponents, entwining them like spaghetti. Shogun locks in a makeshift figure four leg lock and manages to hybrid it as he grabs Hyperion’s foot with both hands and twists it in an ankle lock. Hyperion yelps and immediately releases his stifling head squeeze and tries to separate the hold that has now been applied to his injured leg. Failing to do that he uses his powerful upper body and starts shuffling his way using his torso and arms, trying to move towards the ropes. Shogun looks over to see how close he is, but seems to have him more or less where he wants him. Then, out of nowhere, Shogun releases his grip. He jumps to his feet and spills across the ring, falling comically and grasping out for his photon blaster!!! He rolls backwards and kips up, throwing the gun into the air as it spins and lands back in the holster at his side with a really bad ass Steven Seagal level move. It looks AWESOME!!!
Hawke: He’s got the devastating blaster!
Romano: What the hell is this buffoon doing? He had Hyperion locked in!
Hyperion trying to understand what just happened, looks up and sees Shogun stood there with that really cool pose that looks super awesome. He gets up and runs at Shogun who spin kicks him in the face. Hyperion seems to have moved to a one track mind set as he runs back over to Shogun who leapfrogs over his head. Hyperion hits the ropes and comes back, trying for the lariat again. Shogun leans back matrix bullet time style as the god goes whistling by him. Hyperion roars and turns back in time to eat a corkscrew elbow from Shogun. Hyperion goes to one knee and Shogun leaps over his back with a sun set flip, landing on his feet. Shogun continues on his way, bouncing off the ropes and comes back absolutely clattering Hyperion in the head with a brutal scissor kick knee strike. Hyperion’s face goes blank as he slumps to the mat.
Hawke: The wormhole! That’s gotta be it!
Romano: The great Hyperion is down and out!
One…
Two…
Thre-… Kickout by Hyperion!
Hawke: Wait… what? Was that three? There’s no bell?
Romano: We should have known better than to count a god out, he just got a shoulder up!
Shogun sits back on his posterior and simply stares at Hyperion who is sprawled out on his stomach, breathing as heavily as we’ve ever seen from him before. Shogun lays on his back and stares at the rafters in exasperation for a few seconds before rolling backwards and on to his feet. He waits as Hyperion ever so slowly fumbles to his knees again and dives forward going for yet another running knee strike. This time Hyperion grabs him by the leg, hoists him onto his shoulders, leaps in the air and descends to the mat, driving down Shogun with a massive flapjack, splatting Shogun’s face on the canvas. As they both come crashing down Hyperion clutches his left leg, the move also damaging himself in the process. Both men stay down as the referee once again begins to count them out. After eight both of them have managed to find their way to their feet and stare down each other as the crowd buzz with excitement, exploding into a roar when they both careen forward and clash in the center of the ring. A huge european uppercut from Hyperion lands flush and is responded to by a roundhouse kick from Shogun. The two exchange more progressively harder hitting blows as Hyperion hits a firm forearm, followed by Shogun who hits a glancing overhead chop to Hyperion’s shoulder blade. The Mad Titan finally gets the upper hand and gut punches Shogun with a crunching thud. He capitalises and shoves his hunched over opponent’s head between his legs. He raises both hands and pulls him up, cradling his tights. He takes into the air and spikes Shogun on his head with a one hundred and eighty degree spinning piledriver, crushing him beneath the weight of his body. The crowd gas in horror as Shogun goes limp.
Hawke: That’s a 300 pound man coming down on your head and neck, I fear that Shogun may be paralysed… or worse…
Hyperion again grasps his leg as he came down hard on it and throws an arm over Shogun.
One…
Two…
Thre-
SHOGUN GETS A FOOT ON THE ROPES!
The crowd go a absolutely ballistic in disbelief as the ref motions the rope break to Hyperion who gets to his knees, looking down with his head buried in his hands. He has finally lost it. Hyperion starts to climb to the top rope.
Romano: And now the big guy wants to take the crazy risks. This is going to break Shogun in two.
Hyperion teeters dangerously on the top dangerously as he looks down to the mat below. He circles his arms to keep his balance as the whole crowd holds it’s breath. Suddenly we see Shogun reach to his side and pull out his blaster. He rolls onto his stomach and takes aim at Hyperion, firing one last time, realising there is nothing else he can do. As he takes the shot however, Hyperion’s leg finally gives out beneath him and he crashes down to the mat as if he has been shot with a sniper rifle.
Hawke: Did… did that blaster just take out Hyperion?
Hyperion nurses his knee and tries desperately to get back to his feet, but it is in vain as he collapses back to the ground. The crowd start to will Shogun to get to his feet, mustering every minute bit of noise they can make as the leader of the Tron’s somehow pulls himself up to the turnbuckle. He journeys his way weerily to the top and looks down at Hyperion, who is surely too far away to reach but still remains grounded. Shogun summons one last ounce of strength and defiance as he throws a solitary hand up and takes to the skies. The crowd fall silent and then erupt as Shogun flips over and delivers an elbow to Hyperion’s face.
Hawke: FUTURE Shock! FUTURE Shock! FUTURE Shock!!!
Shogun barely manages to stay laying on top of Hyperion as the referee counts.
One…
Two…
Three!
Shogun gets the three count as Hyperion kicks out just a fraction too late!
The arena lights focus on the ring, as our announcer Jessie Love enters with a microphone in her hand;
Jessie Love: Ladies and Gentlemen, boys and girls! Our next match is about to begin…
Hawke: Big match ahead of here Cassius, two beasts of wrestling going head to head.
Romano: That's right, Joey, the largely popular small-town company Ascension Wrestling Federation is putting forward two of their brightest talents against two competitors from the Firestorm Wrestling Alliance.
Hawke: Steve Dackle and Dylan Black are two huge names with big reputations, now newly arrived to the FWA. Tonight they represent what their company is all about, and solidify their place in the XHF Network.
Jessie Love: The following match is scheduled as a Tag Team match, between the AWF, and the FWA! The stipulations of this match are standard tag team rules, winning by pin fall, submission or TKO. Introducing our first team…..from Bethesda, Ohio….Bethesda’s Bro…..Jason Justice!
The intro for Goldfinger's Superman starts playing over the speakers, "So here I am, doing everything I can, holding on to what I am, pretending I'm a Superman".
Hawke: The crowd are already cheering for the hometown hero!
Jason Justice storms out from behind the curtain with a huge smile on his face, making his way down towards the ring then circling around the ring, slapping hands with all the ringside fans.
Romano: A sure fan favourite here, Jason Justice is liked in every one’s book.
He hands his hat to a kid at ringside, and scales the stairs to the ring. He stands on the apron looking back out to the crowd with a huge smile, he then spring boards up over the top rope into the ring.
Jessie Love: And his partner, hailing from Brooklyn, New York….known to many as the Prince of Pain…..Michael Storm!
"Pressure" by Lupe Fiasco begins to play as the lights dim; the crowd starts to cheer. As the music kicks up, Michael Storm breaks through from behind the curtain. As he jumps out, he takes a moment to have a full view of his audience. He jumps up and down with the balls of his feet as he soaks up the energy.
Hawke: People are loving Storm here tonight!
Romano: He is a fan favourite around these parts, that’s for sure.
Hawke: I doubt the FWA fans would agree with them!
As the quick piano begins to play, Storm runs down the line toward the ring. He circles around the ring once and slaps hands to in the front row. He then enters the ring and jumps up and down once more, pumping the crowd. Him and Justice fist-bump, preparing themselves to defend their company.
Jessie Love: And now, let me introduce our second team of the match…..representing the FWA, hailing from St. Louis, Missouri….’Scorpion’ Steve Dackle!
‘Freedom Fighter’ begins and the lights go down. A red spotlight shines on the curtain, as Scorpion makes his appearance. The crowd boo’s the bad man.
Hawke: Well even representing the FWA, it seems Dackle hasn’t gained much love from these fans!
He casually walks to the ring, and slides in under the bottom rope. He ignores the crowd, and his two competitors, and climbs one of the turnbuckles, looking around the crowd. He looks behind him at his opponents, shoots them a smirk, and takes a seat, right on the top of the turnbuckle.
Romano: Dackle here taunting the two men, grimacing even.
Hawke: We’ve seen Dackle in action before, he is not a man to take lightly.
Jessie Love: And his tag team partner….from Boston, Massachusetts……’The Punisher’, Dylan Black!
"Ooooooo Stand Up and Fight"
The arena lights go black as the music starts. A white spotlight shines on the stage and smoke appears as Black rises from the stage, striking a pose with his arms outstretched and his back to the crowd.
Hawke: The crowd are enjoying Dylan Black here, I see some ladies smiling their faces away!
The vocals begin as he turns around, making finger guns. He ‘pulls the trigger’ at the AWF team in the ring, and walks down the ramp, with spunk and swagger in his step.
Romano: Lots of flair from The Reaper here.
He high fives fans by the ramp before running and sliding into the ring, hopping onto the second rope. He makes a finger gun again and fires a few imaginary rounds into the air before hopping down and tossing his shirt into the crowd and shooting his opponents a wink.
Hawke: All contestants in the ring, we’re about to get started!
AWF Vs. FWA Match
Tag Team Match
Jason Justice and Michael Storm vs. Steve Dackle and Dylan Black
DING! DING!
The referee walks over to the FWA corner, where Dackle is still sitting on the turnbuckle, wearing his glasses and jacket. He is ordered to get down, and get ready, but is met with an impolite ‘F-U’. The referee shakes his head and walks over to the AWF corner, where they agree that Storm will be starting this match off.
Romano: Dackle showing no respect to the referee here.
Hawke: His partner seems a lot more enthusiastic than he does. Can’t say his ego is smaller though!
In the FWA corner, Black will start the match up. He has some words with Dackle, as he finally throws his glasses and jacket to the floor. Black and Storm gauge each other other, before going in for a grapple. They even out, breaking up the hold, and circling each other again. They lock arms once more for the grapple, with Black getting the upper hand. He locks Storm in a headlock, but is pushed off the ropes by Storm. He rebounds back at Storm with a hard shoulder, knocking Storm back, but keeping to his feet.
Romano: A very even match up here, Black and Storm almost identical in size.
Hawke: Storm is a little more limber than Black, but Black is unpredictable at times.
Black goes for the grapple again, but Storm chops him to the face with a uppercut-forearm. He chops Black across the chest again, the sound carrying through the arena. He chops him once more, the pain causing Black to grasp his chest. Storm whips him off the ropes, and hits him with a solid shoulder, dropping him to the mat. He whips off the south ropes, and comes at Black with a low dropkick, hitting him as Black is trying to stand. Storm stands and picks Black up by the hair, and whips him to the east ropes, but Black reverse the whip attempts, sending Storm forward. He gets to the ropes, but receive a sneaky kick to the kidneys from Dackle in the SE corner. Storm’s rebound turns from a run to a stagger, and is connected with a big clothesline from Black, slamming him down hard.
Romano: Some sneaky involvement there from Scorpion, attacking Storm when the referee couldn’t see.
Black picks Storm up, and body slams him in his corner. He tags Dackle, who effortlessly springs over the top rope and hits a leg drop. Now the legal man, Dackle gets to his feet and stomps on Storm, holding the ropes to steady his kicks. Justice shouts out from his corner (NW), trying to get the ref to stop this. Dackle tags Black again, who somersaults over the top rope, into a rolling-bomb across the floored Storm. He picks Storm up to his feet, and dropkicks him right into the turnbuckles. As Black rises, he taunts to the crowd, and gets in the referee's face.
Hawke: Gloating and showing off here by Dylan Black.
Romano: They have a tactic in the works, look. Dackle is taking it to Storm while the referee is distracted!
Dackle beats on Storm as he is slung in the SW corner, hammer blows and kicks. Black walks back to the corner, and tags in Dackle. The two start to stomp down on Storm, beating him down to a seating position, before the referee forces Black out of the ring. Dackle, now legal, picks up Storm again, and lifts him up, so he is seated on the top of the turnbuckle, slumped over. Dackle walks close to Justice on the NW corner, and shoots him a middle finger before running at Storm in the SW corner. He runs up to the second rope, hoping to sling Storm by the arm into a suplex….but Storm counters, pushing him backwards onto his back on the mat! He quickly elbows Black to the head, dropping him from the apron to the floor below.
Romano: Storm is still alive and breathing here!
As Dackle tries to get to his feet, Storm jumps from the turnbuckle, ‘curb-stomping’ Dackle down to the mat again, and he rolls forward back to his corner. He tags Justice in, as the crowd starts to cheer loudly. Dackle gets to his feet, but is immediately guillotined by a running clothesline from Justice. He rises quickly again, into another hard clothesline. Justice rebounds off the west ropes, as Dackle is barely rising, and hit him with a spinning DDT!
Hawke: Jason Justice is getting pumped up here, and the crowd are loving him!
Justice grabs Dackle from the mat and sling his arm over his neck, lifting him for a vertical suplex...but Dackle breaks free, shoving Justice forward and landing behind him. Justice turns around and narrowly avoids missing a heavy hay-maker, but he heel kicks Dackle into his own corner. Justice runs to Dackle, but receives a big boot to the face for his troubles, and doesn't see the tag in by Black. Justice comes to the corner again for Dackle, but is hit hit a shoulder thrust to the midsection. As Justice is bend over, Black quickly steps to the second rope, and from the outside springs in catches Justice for a hard roll up pin attempt!
ONE!
TW-
Kick-out by Justice. It’s too early yet, as Black gets to his feet first but Justice leg sweeps him back to the mat. Justice rolls away backwards, turning to return to his own corner, but Black on on him fast, grappling him from behind, and hitting a tough belly to back suplex, slamming Justice off the mat.
Romano: Black absolutely crushing Jason Justice with that move.
Black gets up and kicks Justice to the chest as he tries to rise. He whips off the ropes and lands a jumping knee, crushing Justice down again. With his momentum, Black runs to the SW turnbuckle, vaults himself to the top and hits a moonsault, but lands in a stomp instead!
Hawke: Whoa! Huge move there from Dylan Black!
Romano: That is his Final Solution. And Justice looks to be down! Black is going for the pin attempt!
ONE!
TWO!
TH-
Storm dropkicks Black off of Justice, breaking the pin fall attempt. The referee is not happy, arguing with Storm to vacate the ring. Black drags Justice to his corner and instructs Dackle to the top turnbuckle. Dackle stands on the top, signals to the crowd’s boo’s, and lands a huge top rope leg drop onto Justice!
Romano: Justice absolutely getting ruined now!
Hawke: They are really overloading the young man here!
Dackle goes for the cover, as the referee returns to them….but he didn’t see the tag! Dackle is not the legal man! The referee dismisses the count, and orders Dackle out of the ring! Black comes back, shouting at the referee for not seeing the switch. He lifts Justice up from the mat, as the young star is staggering on his feet. Black whips him off the west ropes, and gets into position for an overhead press...but Justice stops short, kicking Black into the face! Black snaps upright, and Justice dropkicks him hard against the east ropes, connecting with Dackle on the apron!
Hawke: Two for one there by Justice!
Justice starts to crawl to his corner, almost reach Storm in the NW corner….but Black catches his by the ankle, and drags him back to the center. Black locks in an ankle lock on Justice, causing him to reach out in agony! Black drops to one knee to lock in the move more, Justice shouting loudly, unable to reach the ropes around him. Justice starts to fade, as Dackle shouts encouragement from his corner. Justice looks like he is about to tap out….but he reverses, he connects a donkey-kick to Black’s face with his other foot! Black lets go and flails backwards, as Justice rolls forward, right into his corner.
Romano: Great reversal there by Justice!
Hawke: And a tag to Storm too!
Black crab-walks back to his corner, and gets the tag with Dackle. Both legal men enter the ring, and circle each other. Dackle attacks first, swinging a heavy low kick. Storm stays out of range, still circling. Dackle grapples again, but Storm breaks the grip and kicks him backwards. Storm turns and walks away, pointing to his fans and shooting them a smile. Dackle looks furious.
Hawke: Storm is taunting Scorpion here, and pumping up his fans!
Dackle runs to attack Storm from behind, but he dodges it, pushing Dackle aside. Angrily, he rushes Storm again, and once again it's dodged. Dackle, furious swings a heavy hay-maker at Storm, connected hard to Storm’s chest...but Storm grabs the arm! He’s pulled Dackle down and locked in a crippler crossface!
Romano: Bad Blood! He’s locked in his submission move!
Dackle screams out in pain as Storm holds him down in the submission hold. He’s trying to break the grip, but can’t seem to manage it. He’s swinging his loose arm in the air, grasping, hoping...and he finds the ropes! Dackle grabs the bottom north rope!
Hawke: The referee is telling Storm to break the hold, Dackle was lucky here!
Storm releases the hold, and springs to his feet. Dackle, still on the mat, is favoring his arm now. Storm lays a few boots into Dackle, and drags him by the heel to the center of the ring. In a quick move, Storm wrestles Dackle on the mat, and locks in Bad Blood again!
Romano: Storm has it locked in again, and this time the ropes are nowhere near!
Dackle seems hopeless, screaming in pain in the center of the mat. He is growing weaker, his loose arm flailing….but Black is in, laying Storm out with a vicious kick across the face! But wait, Justice is now in the ring too...he lays out Black with a flying spear! Justice is on top of Black, ground pounding, while the two legal men are beat down on the mat!
Romano: It’s turned into an all out brawl here ladies and gentlemen!
Justice and Black are rolling round, hay-makers and knee strikes flying. Dackle is now on top, swinging some elbows down on Justice! And here is Storm, he’s trading blows with Black! The referee has lost control of this match, as all men are waging war on each other now!
Hawke: This is nuts! The referee is shouting at all the men to disperse, but nobody is listening to him!
Dackle quick on his feet, hits Storm with a big boot to his face, driving him back to his corner. But Justice is here, he's scooped the arm of Dackle….and hits the Final Judgement! Dackle is down on the mat! But here is Black...he kicks Justice low on the abs, reeling him forward, right into his hands for a Blackout!
Romano: Back to back huge moves here!
Black back to his feet, but Storm is too….and he hits Black with a sweet superkick to the chin! Black is down, as Storm mounts the turnbuckle. He signals to the crowd…..and there it is, the Prince of Pain!
Hawke: Wow, an amazing feat of athleticism by Storm here! Black and Storm are crumpled on the mat!
Justice slowly trying to rise to his feet now, and so is Scorpion. Justice just about standing before Dackle….but out of nowhere, Dackle hits him with the Chevron!
Romano: Dackle just hit Justice with a diamond cutter! The local town hero is out cold! And look, Dackle is going for the pin, but Justice isn’t the legal man!
ONE….
Hawke: The ref is counting! This is a mistake!
TWO…..
Romano: Storm didn’t tag in Justice, Storm is the legal man!
THREE!!!
Hawke: What the hell?!
Romano: A huge error on the referee’s part, but regardless a massive win for the team of Scorpion and Reaper, and the Firestorm Wrestling Association!
Storm looks up from the mat in disbelief, and over to his partner, still laying flat on the mat. Dackle raises his arms in the air, and slides out of the ring, dragging Black out too. Jessie loves approaches the announcer table and grabs a microphone…
Jessie Love: Ladies and Gentlemen, your winners, by pin fall…...Team FWA! ‘Scorpion’ Steve Dackle, and ‘The Reaper’ Dylan Black!
Team FWA makes their way up the ramp, as Storm roll over to Justice to try and wake him up.
Hawke: A huge upset here for the Ascension Wrestling Federation, the fans are booing and shouting at that decision.
Romano: Hard to blame the referee, the ring turned into a street fight almost! But there you go folks, the win goes to the FWA.
Hawke: Stay tuned folks for our next match-up is one not to miss…...Our X*Crown Champ meets Curtis Kanyon in the ring for a Buried at Sea match. We’ll see you, right after this commercial…...
After the last match and the crowd fades from the ring, "Ravenous" by X-Ray Dog plays and AWF CEO Felix Ziko walks out to the ring wearing a button-down shirt and slacks, and with a microphone in his hand.
Felix: People of Michigan, it's good to see you! I know I'm not meant to be here. This isn't an AWF show although I wanted to drop by to cheer on the two AWF wrestlers who advanced to the finals of the End of Days tournament: Jackson Steele and Shogun-Tron!
The people cheer and clap.
Felix: But based on the feedback from the last match that we had, the seven-team, fourteen-wrestler elimination specialty tag match to decide who would walk out of here with a briefcase and who would... just walk out of here, something has become quite abundantly clear. That is, success must be rewarded!
Felix paces around the ring.
Felix: Four wrestlers walked out of here with a briefcase. Four wrestlers walked out with prizes, but one individual stuck it out for a very long time, and was in the ring longer than I expected, even with his reputation. So I'm here to make an announcement. In one week, at the End of Days Finals Pay-Per-View: Jackson Steele will defend his AWF Championship against "The Dark Apostle" Ezriel!
The crowd pops again, excited for the head to head between two of AWF's most skilled wrestlers.
Felix: Who will win? Who will take home the gold? Make no mistake, this match will steal the sh-
Felix is interrupted when...
"Whoa, whoa, whoa!"
A voice is heard and the crowd, along with Fenix are visibly confused. A few seconds later, AWF new signee “The Prodigy” Bobby Barratt walks out onto the ramp, mic in hand.
BB: Now let me get my head around this, Ziko. You’re rewarding people who lasted in the elimination match, correct?
Felix smiles as the fans cheer.
BB: So to achieve that aim…You decided to reward a man who LOST?! The man who would get the medal for “best loser” because he lasted just long enough NOT to claim a case?! Come on!
The crowd boo the implication Bobby is making.
Felix: You've won a prize, Bobby. You should be happy with it.
BB: I've won jack shit! So right now, I stand here having won a briefcase full of nothing having beaten your “Dark Apostle” and you’re handing out AWF Championship matches? You know what? This is bullshit! I walked in here being promised opportunities if I took my chances and it’s the self fulfilling prophecy over again. The Prodigy being mugged off by the man, again!
The crowd are turning on Barratt. This was supposed to be a celebration of AWF. Not him running his mouth against the company who pay him.
Felix: So are you going to get to your point anytime soon, Bobby?
BB: I’m surprised you haven’t worked it out already! Quite simply, Fenix, I want in that match! I EARNED the right to be there and you know it, I know it….these people know it and all the boys in the back know it!
Felix: You're new here, so I'll give you a nickel's worth of free advice, friend. In this company, you don't make demands. I'm an adult and I expect to work with other adults, not children. For this reason, I'm denying your demands. If you want to calm down, we can discuss this matter once again.
BB: Bullshit! You think you can deny The Prodigy his rightful opportunities after the performance I put in last week? You think that flies?
Felix: Do you realize that I'm the owner here? I book the matches, which means I'm the ones who make the decisions around here.
The crowd are going a little quiet. They can sense the mounting tension in the air.
BB: You know what? When I signed here, I thought you were different! I thought you were a stand up guy!
Felix nods.
BB: You're nothing but a hypocrite! That's right, I'd heard the whispers of it, but I thought I'd give you a chance. They're right! You stand there and have the balls to claim you're giving the opportunities to the guys who LASTED. The guys who gave it their all in that match! Yet you have a WINNER of that match right in front of you and you dare to rip him off with a gift certificate?! Bullshit!
Crowd: FIF-TY-DOLL-ARS....CLAP-CLAP-CLAPCLAPCLAP!!
BB: You're all just as bad as him! You're enabling this hypocrite! You're allowing him to come out here and choose his favourites and hand them chance after chance!
Felix: You know what? I see you won't be swayed by reason. I think I'm going to call security.
BB: Don't bother! You know I'm right! You know whoever you put in front of The Prodigy will fall! I defeated Ezriel, straight up and you know it! FACT! If you want to beg off giving me a REAL contest then go ahead, let the boys in the back brand you a coward, let them talk about you behind your back and accept your title of AWF'S Hypocrite! I'm done! Prodigy out!
Bobby drops his mic theatrically and starts to walk towards the back before Felix, who is now bright red in the face through anger interrupts him.
Felix: You know what?! You think you can interrupt MY show?! Fine! You got your chance! I'm putting you in! The AWF Title match will now include you, Barratt! But don't you think for a minute that I'm doing this to appease your behavior. No, I'll do this to show you how terrible it is to eat your words. Ezriel and Jackson Steele are some of the best workers in the AWF - scratch that - some of the best I've ever seen. Perhaps once you see what the other guys in the back are made of, perhaps you'll be a bit less arrogant and you'll learn some respect.
The crowd are going batshit crazy as Barratt looks back with a smug grin on his face. Felix Ziko points his index finger to the air.
Felix: ...One more thing, Mr. Barratt. If you EVER think about interrupting me again... You'll be looking for another place of employment before you know it! Get out of my face!
Barratt opens his arms out wide, accepting the jeers coming from the crowd in his direction as security manage to make their way out, ushering him off the stage and we go off the air.
We cut to Kalamazoo Lake. There is a make shift entryway made of fabric and PVC pipe. Right next to it is a turn table with DJ Jazzy Jensen.*
DJ Jazzy: Ladies and gentlemen welcome to the most awesome excellent battle you will ever see lakeside! The one and only Buried at Sea Match!
*Reggaeton horn, reggaeton horn, reggaeton horn.*
DJ Jazzy: Brought to you by B.A.N.G. Fish Attractant Spray!!! Let’s get this party rollin’!
DJ Jazzy starts spinning “X Gon' Give It to Ya” by DMX. Only instead of “X”, DJ drops in “Bang!” said by Curtis Kanyon. I.E.:
“Bang! gon give it to ya
He gon give it to ya!
Bang! gon give it to ya
He gon give it to ya!”
As the remix plays, the Prestige Girls come running out of the curtain! That’s right, the Prestige Girls are back for one night only! All of them holding cans of B.A.N.G. Fish Attractant Spray, doing a synchronized dance and spraying the aerosol cans. As they spray, some stage hands throw fish at them. Then fireworks go off all around the lake as the dancers reach the dock. They then all stand in two rows on either side of the dock and hold their spray cans up in the air. They spray them, making a misty archway as the DMX remix fades out.
Hawke: Curtis Kanyon. He's a monster. A real beast and quite possibly the next X*Crown Champion!
Romano: Well he started out the tournament, barely losing to the AWF Champion Jackson Steele but redeemed himself in a nothing-sort-from-breathtaking match where he survived for over an hour to win it!.
"Rage in my heart crossing the forest riding my black horse
Across the valley along the river where the hot blood flows.
Over the lakes and over the hills I follow the call of the wind uphold the legend and for my princess I will fight and win"
"Lord of the Thunder" by Rhapsody hits the DJ booth as Curtis D. Kanyon emerges from the curtain. He's got a fishing rod slung over his shoulder.
"Holy flame burn again for eternity burn my heart to win.
The holy war is awaiting another fiery king"
Curtis pounds his chest with his fists then raises the rod in the air. He walks down to the dock and stops at the Prestige Girl mist spray entryway that has been created for him. He takes a big whiff, and then walks through the mist onto the creaky wooden dock.
"Lord of the thunder please be my guide
before and after my last ride
I'll be your soldier serving the light
riding forever alive and proud"
Curtis then climbs into the boat and goes to the stern. He climbs up and pounds his chest. He points to the camera with his fishing rod, then hoists it straight up into the air and yells "BANG!" He jumps down and looks ready for action!*
The cameras cut back to the PVC and the sounds of an enthusiastic crew at lakeside. The near-silence is broken by the sound of Celine Dion's My Heart Will Go On. Like DJ Jazzy's remix earlier, there are some lyrical interjections.
Near, far, wherever you are
I believe that the GLORIOUS REIGN OF THOB THE MIGHTY AND PRISTINE does go on
Once more you open the door
And you're here in THOB'S WORLD BITCH
And THE GLORIOUS REIGN OF THOB THE MIGHTY AND PRISTINE will go on and on
AND ON
Hawke: What has the XHF become to low its level to that of pork!
Romano: Thob has actually been a formidable champion. She has defeated the likes of James Johnson and Jason Justice.
Hawke: But neither Kanyon's first nor last name begin with a J! Thob's about to get butchered!
Romano: ...
B.A.N.G. Fish Attractant Spray presents: Buried at Sea Match
Curtis Kanyon vs Thob
The camera swings to see the SS SS approaching. Atop the bow Thob is on her hind legs, held upright by Slain stood behind her holding her other legs out wide. Due to Thob's weight Slain is being spooned by an unidentified figure lending their arms to help with the prolonged lifting. Curtis starts swinging his fishing rod at them when they get near the smaller vessel and has to be restrained by snorkel-wearing referees. Eventually he is persuaded to take his place in his 'corner' of the boat, enabling the SS SS to pull up alongside. Slain lifts Thob up, leans over and drops her to her corner. She lands right on target and her weight smashes her straight through the bottom of the boat. The referee points to the shore and the bell rings.
DJ Jazzy: And the winner, brought to you by B.A.N.G. Fish Attractant Spray, Curtis Kanyon!
Curtis roars with victory and throws his arms up in the air with one foot on the edge of the boat. He catches two cans of attractant spray thrown to him, then sits down and lowers the fishing rod through the newly made hole, posing with them for photos as the water starts to rise over his knees.
Shogun-Tron (XHF Legend) vs. Hyperion (AWF)
The match starts and Shogun immediately springs into action. He vaults up high onto the shoulder of the mighty Hyperion and straddles him, raining sharp swift punches onto his head. Hyperion swats at him like a troublesome fly and proceeds to pull him down by the back of his suit, slamming him to the mat. The Mad Titan reaches down and wraps his hand around Shogun’s neck. He lifts him up with one hand, powering his opponent back to his feet. Shogun thinks quickly before any more danger befalls him and socks Hyperion right between the eyes. His hulking opponent smiles and shakes his head but Shogun decides not to be taken aback and Instead lands a swift kick to the side of Hyperion’s head. Hyperion releases his grip and Shogun takes the chance to sprint and fly off from the ropes, attempting a tidy looking cross body. Hyperion however, catches him just as neatly and screams at the top of his lungs as he falls backwards and lugs Shogun over his head in a fallaway slam. Shogun clutches his back and rolls towards the turnbuckle. He pulls himself into a sitting position using the ropes and blinks a few times, shaking off the rough landing. Hyperion raises one hand to the audience which garners a frosty response as most of them are behind the flamboyant Tron. The greek god seems both confused and angered as he turns his attention back to Shogun. He runs full steam at his opponent who quickly rolls out of the way of Hyperion’s oncoming knee as it smashes into the turnbuckle.
Hawke: Shogun-Tron playing it smart, using the big man’s momentum against him.
Romano: Y’know, Shogun reminds me of an awesome action figure that I used to own as a kid.
Hawke: Let me guess… you still own it, right?
Romano: IT’S A COLLECTORS ITEM JOEY!
Hyperion winces as he rests one hand on the turnbuckle and one on his knee. He turns around and is greeted with a running double palm strike straight to his solar plexus. We hear a myriad of “hee yas" and “hyut hyut hyut”’s as Shogun plasters open hand slaps and back hand chops across the significant chest of Hyperion. Hyperion responds in kind with one huge back handed chop that sends Shogun rolling backwards head over heels into the center of the ring. He gets to his feet as Hyperion hurtles forward and tries to decapitate him with a colossal clothesline but Shogun ducks just in time as he hears a gust of air rush by his head.
Hawke: Sweet mammary biscuits and gravy! Hyperion trying to plant Shogun-Tron with “The High One”’ the move that beat Duke Kosloff in the last round!
Romano: Mammary biscuits? The hell you talkin’ about Hawke?!
Shogun puts both his hands up to his head and checks that it is still attached to his shoulders. It is. He raises one fist to Hyperion, clenching and shaking it menacingly but it just comes off as comical from beneath his fantastically loud suit. Suddenly he raises one hand above his head… and then the other. He locks the in place and circles them down slowly. He begins to strike different poses as Hyperion starts to make a bee line towards his pea-cocking opponent. As he does so, Shogun dramatically gets down to one knee as he takes aim at Hyperion with his imaginary super duper high energy photon blaster, or… well… his plastic kids toy gun. Hyperion charges headlong at him and Shogun rolls out the way. “Pew pew”, he takes a few shots at the Mad Titan who charges him again, Shogun rolls away a second time and takes a few more shots. The crowd are going completely wild and cheering the leader of the Trons. Hyperion finally loses patience and simply marches up to Shogun, batting the “weapon” out of his hand and to the floor. Shogun looks at his hands in panic and Hyperion uses the distraction to deliver a kick to the gut, following it up with a gut-wrench sit down powerbomb. He hooks in a pin.
One…
Two…
Kickout by Shogun-Tron!!!
Hawke: I don’t think Hyperion is a big fan of the Trons, his god like status however protected him from those devastating laser blasts!
Romano: ...
Hyperion brings Shogun to his feet. He leans back and delivers a couple of skull busting headbutts before throwing Shogun against the ropes. As he comes back Hyperion lifts him up into a military press. Shogun struggles as Hyperion parades around the ring, contemplating the most devastating way to alleviate himself from his opponent. Shogun whips his body round in a hugely impressive athletic manner though and hooks the big man’s head bringing him down with a spinning tornado DDT. The crowd pop loudly for Shogun as both men lay there in the centre of the ring. The referee manages to reach a five count before Shogun and Hyperion have both reached their feet again. Shogun looks over to see The Mad Titan still favouring the knee that smashed into the turnbuckle as he gets up. Shogun takes off and delivers a swift dropkick to the knee. He quickly gets back up and bounds off the ropes, hitting another dropkick to Hyperion’s injured knee. Hyperion reels back and leans against the ropes, grabbing his leg. Shogun meanwhile hits the ropes again and gallops over to Hyperion, twisting one hundred and eighty degrees in the air and delivering a pele kick to his opponent’s dome. As Hyperion drops to one knee, Shogun continues his momentum and flips over the ropes to the outside and landing perfectly on his feet. Full of adrenaline and the favour of the crowd he diverts his attention quickly back to the ring. He grabs Hyperion’s bad knee and sweeps the big man clean off his feet who lands with a thud. Shogun jumps to the apron, and then leaps like a cat to the top rope. He strikes a pose and throws his head back as he gracefully swan dives from the top, flipping round into a swanton bomb but landing instead with a devastating elbow that thunders down on Hyperion’s chiselled godly chin.
Hawke: That’s the FUTURE shock! What an outrageous onslaught of offence by Shogun!
Romano: He goes for the cover!
One…
Two…
Kickout by Hyperion!
Shogun looks up, a little shocked by the kickout but still very aware of what he is up against. He gets to his feet and tries to drag Hyperion up by the hair but he refuses to cooperate, instead throwing a boot up which catches Shogun in the eye. Shogun staggers back as Hyperion rolls under the rope and out of the ring. He doubles over and tries to collect himself as Shogun finally gains sight from his left eye. Shogun looks outside of the ring to see the greek god in a pretty bad way. Shogun takes a deep breath and spring off the ropes. He runs the full length of the ring before kamikaze diving over the top rope towards Hyperion who reacts just in time, ducking quickly out of the way as Shogun crashes and burns into the barrier outside.
Hawke: Shogun is trying absolutely everything he can to keep this ominous force of nature off his feet. Crazy risks don’t always pay off though.
Romano: He’s just showing off now, trying to please all these fans that are more interested in him flying through the air than winning the match. They don’t care if he breaks his damn neck trying to keep them happy.
Hyperion picks up Shogun whose body is ravished with pain from that collision. He scoops him up and plants him down on the concrete below. Shogun writhes and arches his back as Hyperion stands over him, sizing him up. He then proceeds to plant both feet on Shogun’s chest and balances on top of him, flexing his muscles to the crowd. The air rushes out of Shogun’s body as he kicks his feet desperately. Hyperion reaches down and picks him up, cradling him like a baby. He looks over the crowd before bringing Shogun down violently across his knee with a savage backbreaker. Shogun goes limp as he simply lays there. Meanwhile the ref has counted to seven and Hyperion stops his rampage to pay some attention to this. He rolls under the ropes and then back out again, resetting the count and goes back over to Shogun. He picks him up this time by the neck and fires him back into the ring. Hyperion clambers up the apron and holds onto the top rope firmly with both hands. He takes a second to compose himself and springs over the top rope with a beautifully fluid movement. He gets some incredible hang time in the air as he lands with a leg drop, crushing Shogun’s wind pipe.
Hawke: Hyperion is relentlessly squeezing the life out of Shogun’s body. He can’t have much air left in those lungs.
Hyperion stays in a sitting down position as the referee counts the pin.
One…
Two…
Th… Kickout by Shogun-Tron!
Romano: That’s gotta simply be instinct alone. I don’t think Shogun knows where the hell he is, mind you most of the time he doesn’t have a great grip on reality.
Hyperion looks frustrated as he rolls off from the cover and pulls himself to his feet by the ropes. He stomps on the mat and pounds chest as Shogun continues to lay there, lifeless. Hyperion prowls over to Shogun and measures him, dropping a fist across his hooded face. Hyperion stays on the ground, pressing both hands either side of Shogun’s head and simply squeezing it as hard as he can. This brings some motion from Shogun who screams in pain as The Mad Titan tightens his fused grip around the man’s skull. The ref goes to check on Shogun, asking him if he gives up or not. Shogun waves his finger as he cannot shake his head no and tries to summon up some resilience from somewhere. As Hyperion continues to mercilessly apply the pressure, Shogun begins to manoeuvre his legs around his opponents, entwining them like spaghetti. Shogun locks in a makeshift figure four leg lock and manages to hybrid it as he grabs Hyperion’s foot with both hands and twists it in an ankle lock. Hyperion yelps and immediately releases his stifling head squeeze and tries to separate the hold that has now been applied to his injured leg. Failing to do that he uses his powerful upper body and starts shuffling his way using his torso and arms, trying to move towards the ropes. Shogun looks over to see how close he is, but seems to have him more or less where he wants him. Then, out of nowhere, Shogun releases his grip. He jumps to his feet and spills across the ring, falling comically and grasping out for his photon blaster!!! He rolls backwards and kips up, throwing the gun into the air as it spins and lands back in the holster at his side with a really bad ass Steven Seagal level move. It looks AWESOME!!!
Hawke: He’s got the devastating blaster!
Romano: What the hell is this buffoon doing? He had Hyperion locked in!
Hyperion trying to understand what just happened, looks up and sees Shogun stood there with that really cool pose that looks super awesome. He gets up and runs at Shogun who spin kicks him in the face. Hyperion seems to have moved to a one track mind set as he runs back over to Shogun who leapfrogs over his head. Hyperion hits the ropes and comes back, trying for the lariat again. Shogun leans back matrix bullet time style as the god goes whistling by him. Hyperion roars and turns back in time to eat a corkscrew elbow from Shogun. Hyperion goes to one knee and Shogun leaps over his back with a sun set flip, landing on his feet. Shogun continues on his way, bouncing off the ropes and comes back absolutely clattering Hyperion in the head with a brutal scissor kick knee strike. Hyperion’s face goes blank as he slumps to the mat.
Hawke: The wormhole! That’s gotta be it!
Romano: The great Hyperion is down and out!
One…
Two…
Thre-… Kickout by Hyperion!
Hawke: Wait… what? Was that three? There’s no bell?
Romano: We should have known better than to count a god out, he just got a shoulder up!
Shogun sits back on his posterior and simply stares at Hyperion who is sprawled out on his stomach, breathing as heavily as we’ve ever seen from him before. Shogun lays on his back and stares at the rafters in exasperation for a few seconds before rolling backwards and on to his feet. He waits as Hyperion ever so slowly fumbles to his knees again and dives forward going for yet another running knee strike. This time Hyperion grabs him by the leg, hoists him onto his shoulders, leaps in the air and descends to the mat, driving down Shogun with a massive flapjack, splatting Shogun’s face on the canvas. As they both come crashing down Hyperion clutches his left leg, the move also damaging himself in the process. Both men stay down as the referee once again begins to count them out. After eight both of them have managed to find their way to their feet and stare down each other as the crowd buzz with excitement, exploding into a roar when they both careen forward and clash in the center of the ring. A huge european uppercut from Hyperion lands flush and is responded to by a roundhouse kick from Shogun. The two exchange more progressively harder hitting blows as Hyperion hits a firm forearm, followed by Shogun who hits a glancing overhead chop to Hyperion’s shoulder blade. The Mad Titan finally gets the upper hand and gut punches Shogun with a crunching thud. He capitalises and shoves his hunched over opponent’s head between his legs. He raises both hands and pulls him up, cradling his tights. He takes into the air and spikes Shogun on his head with a one hundred and eighty degree spinning piledriver, crushing him beneath the weight of his body. The crowd gas in horror as Shogun goes limp.
Hawke: That’s a 300 pound man coming down on your head and neck, I fear that Shogun may be paralysed… or worse…
Hyperion again grasps his leg as he came down hard on it and throws an arm over Shogun.
One…
Two…
Thre-
SHOGUN GETS A FOOT ON THE ROPES!
The crowd go a absolutely ballistic in disbelief as the ref motions the rope break to Hyperion who gets to his knees, looking down with his head buried in his hands. He has finally lost it. Hyperion starts to climb to the top rope.
Romano: And now the big guy wants to take the crazy risks. This is going to break Shogun in two.
Hyperion teeters dangerously on the top dangerously as he looks down to the mat below. He circles his arms to keep his balance as the whole crowd holds it’s breath. Suddenly we see Shogun reach to his side and pull out his blaster. He rolls onto his stomach and takes aim at Hyperion, firing one last time, realising there is nothing else he can do. As he takes the shot however, Hyperion’s leg finally gives out beneath him and he crashes down to the mat as if he has been shot with a sniper rifle.
Hawke: Did… did that blaster just take out Hyperion?
Hyperion nurses his knee and tries desperately to get back to his feet, but it is in vain as he collapses back to the ground. The crowd start to will Shogun to get to his feet, mustering every minute bit of noise they can make as the leader of the Tron’s somehow pulls himself up to the turnbuckle. He journeys his way weerily to the top and looks down at Hyperion, who is surely too far away to reach but still remains grounded. Shogun summons one last ounce of strength and defiance as he throws a solitary hand up and takes to the skies. The crowd fall silent and then erupt as Shogun flips over and delivers an elbow to Hyperion’s face.
Hawke: FUTURE Shock! FUTURE Shock! FUTURE Shock!!!
Shogun barely manages to stay laying on top of Hyperion as the referee counts.
One…
Two…
Three!
Shogun gets the three count as Hyperion kicks out just a fraction too late!
The arena lights focus on the ring, as our announcer Jessie Love enters with a microphone in her hand;
Jessie Love: Ladies and Gentlemen, boys and girls! Our next match is about to begin…
Hawke: Big match ahead of here Cassius, two beasts of wrestling going head to head.
Romano: That's right, Joey, the largely popular small-town company Ascension Wrestling Federation is putting forward two of their brightest talents against two competitors from the Firestorm Wrestling Alliance.
Hawke: Steve Dackle and Dylan Black are two huge names with big reputations, now newly arrived to the FWA. Tonight they represent what their company is all about, and solidify their place in the XHF Network.
Jessie Love: The following match is scheduled as a Tag Team match, between the AWF, and the FWA! The stipulations of this match are standard tag team rules, winning by pin fall, submission or TKO. Introducing our first team…..from Bethesda, Ohio….Bethesda’s Bro…..Jason Justice!
The intro for Goldfinger's Superman starts playing over the speakers, "So here I am, doing everything I can, holding on to what I am, pretending I'm a Superman".
Hawke: The crowd are already cheering for the hometown hero!
Jason Justice storms out from behind the curtain with a huge smile on his face, making his way down towards the ring then circling around the ring, slapping hands with all the ringside fans.
Romano: A sure fan favourite here, Jason Justice is liked in every one’s book.
He hands his hat to a kid at ringside, and scales the stairs to the ring. He stands on the apron looking back out to the crowd with a huge smile, he then spring boards up over the top rope into the ring.
Jessie Love: And his partner, hailing from Brooklyn, New York….known to many as the Prince of Pain…..Michael Storm!
"Pressure" by Lupe Fiasco begins to play as the lights dim; the crowd starts to cheer. As the music kicks up, Michael Storm breaks through from behind the curtain. As he jumps out, he takes a moment to have a full view of his audience. He jumps up and down with the balls of his feet as he soaks up the energy.
Hawke: People are loving Storm here tonight!
Romano: He is a fan favourite around these parts, that’s for sure.
Hawke: I doubt the FWA fans would agree with them!
As the quick piano begins to play, Storm runs down the line toward the ring. He circles around the ring once and slaps hands to in the front row. He then enters the ring and jumps up and down once more, pumping the crowd. Him and Justice fist-bump, preparing themselves to defend their company.
Jessie Love: And now, let me introduce our second team of the match…..representing the FWA, hailing from St. Louis, Missouri….’Scorpion’ Steve Dackle!
‘Freedom Fighter’ begins and the lights go down. A red spotlight shines on the curtain, as Scorpion makes his appearance. The crowd boo’s the bad man.
Hawke: Well even representing the FWA, it seems Dackle hasn’t gained much love from these fans!
He casually walks to the ring, and slides in under the bottom rope. He ignores the crowd, and his two competitors, and climbs one of the turnbuckles, looking around the crowd. He looks behind him at his opponents, shoots them a smirk, and takes a seat, right on the top of the turnbuckle.
Romano: Dackle here taunting the two men, grimacing even.
Hawke: We’ve seen Dackle in action before, he is not a man to take lightly.
Jessie Love: And his tag team partner….from Boston, Massachusetts……’The Punisher’, Dylan Black!
"Ooooooo Stand Up and Fight"
The arena lights go black as the music starts. A white spotlight shines on the stage and smoke appears as Black rises from the stage, striking a pose with his arms outstretched and his back to the crowd.
Hawke: The crowd are enjoying Dylan Black here, I see some ladies smiling their faces away!
The vocals begin as he turns around, making finger guns. He ‘pulls the trigger’ at the AWF team in the ring, and walks down the ramp, with spunk and swagger in his step.
Romano: Lots of flair from The Reaper here.
He high fives fans by the ramp before running and sliding into the ring, hopping onto the second rope. He makes a finger gun again and fires a few imaginary rounds into the air before hopping down and tossing his shirt into the crowd and shooting his opponents a wink.
Hawke: All contestants in the ring, we’re about to get started!
AWF Vs. FWA Match
Tag Team Match
Jason Justice and Michael Storm vs. Steve Dackle and Dylan Black
DING! DING!
The referee walks over to the FWA corner, where Dackle is still sitting on the turnbuckle, wearing his glasses and jacket. He is ordered to get down, and get ready, but is met with an impolite ‘F-U’. The referee shakes his head and walks over to the AWF corner, where they agree that Storm will be starting this match off.
Romano: Dackle showing no respect to the referee here.
Hawke: His partner seems a lot more enthusiastic than he does. Can’t say his ego is smaller though!
In the FWA corner, Black will start the match up. He has some words with Dackle, as he finally throws his glasses and jacket to the floor. Black and Storm gauge each other other, before going in for a grapple. They even out, breaking up the hold, and circling each other again. They lock arms once more for the grapple, with Black getting the upper hand. He locks Storm in a headlock, but is pushed off the ropes by Storm. He rebounds back at Storm with a hard shoulder, knocking Storm back, but keeping to his feet.
Romano: A very even match up here, Black and Storm almost identical in size.
Hawke: Storm is a little more limber than Black, but Black is unpredictable at times.
Black goes for the grapple again, but Storm chops him to the face with a uppercut-forearm. He chops Black across the chest again, the sound carrying through the arena. He chops him once more, the pain causing Black to grasp his chest. Storm whips him off the ropes, and hits him with a solid shoulder, dropping him to the mat. He whips off the south ropes, and comes at Black with a low dropkick, hitting him as Black is trying to stand. Storm stands and picks Black up by the hair, and whips him to the east ropes, but Black reverse the whip attempts, sending Storm forward. He gets to the ropes, but receive a sneaky kick to the kidneys from Dackle in the SE corner. Storm’s rebound turns from a run to a stagger, and is connected with a big clothesline from Black, slamming him down hard.
Romano: Some sneaky involvement there from Scorpion, attacking Storm when the referee couldn’t see.
Black picks Storm up, and body slams him in his corner. He tags Dackle, who effortlessly springs over the top rope and hits a leg drop. Now the legal man, Dackle gets to his feet and stomps on Storm, holding the ropes to steady his kicks. Justice shouts out from his corner (NW), trying to get the ref to stop this. Dackle tags Black again, who somersaults over the top rope, into a rolling-bomb across the floored Storm. He picks Storm up to his feet, and dropkicks him right into the turnbuckles. As Black rises, he taunts to the crowd, and gets in the referee's face.
Hawke: Gloating and showing off here by Dylan Black.
Romano: They have a tactic in the works, look. Dackle is taking it to Storm while the referee is distracted!
Dackle beats on Storm as he is slung in the SW corner, hammer blows and kicks. Black walks back to the corner, and tags in Dackle. The two start to stomp down on Storm, beating him down to a seating position, before the referee forces Black out of the ring. Dackle, now legal, picks up Storm again, and lifts him up, so he is seated on the top of the turnbuckle, slumped over. Dackle walks close to Justice on the NW corner, and shoots him a middle finger before running at Storm in the SW corner. He runs up to the second rope, hoping to sling Storm by the arm into a suplex….but Storm counters, pushing him backwards onto his back on the mat! He quickly elbows Black to the head, dropping him from the apron to the floor below.
Romano: Storm is still alive and breathing here!
As Dackle tries to get to his feet, Storm jumps from the turnbuckle, ‘curb-stomping’ Dackle down to the mat again, and he rolls forward back to his corner. He tags Justice in, as the crowd starts to cheer loudly. Dackle gets to his feet, but is immediately guillotined by a running clothesline from Justice. He rises quickly again, into another hard clothesline. Justice rebounds off the west ropes, as Dackle is barely rising, and hit him with a spinning DDT!
Hawke: Jason Justice is getting pumped up here, and the crowd are loving him!
Justice grabs Dackle from the mat and sling his arm over his neck, lifting him for a vertical suplex...but Dackle breaks free, shoving Justice forward and landing behind him. Justice turns around and narrowly avoids missing a heavy hay-maker, but he heel kicks Dackle into his own corner. Justice runs to Dackle, but receives a big boot to the face for his troubles, and doesn't see the tag in by Black. Justice comes to the corner again for Dackle, but is hit hit a shoulder thrust to the midsection. As Justice is bend over, Black quickly steps to the second rope, and from the outside springs in catches Justice for a hard roll up pin attempt!
ONE!
TW-
Kick-out by Justice. It’s too early yet, as Black gets to his feet first but Justice leg sweeps him back to the mat. Justice rolls away backwards, turning to return to his own corner, but Black on on him fast, grappling him from behind, and hitting a tough belly to back suplex, slamming Justice off the mat.
Romano: Black absolutely crushing Jason Justice with that move.
Black gets up and kicks Justice to the chest as he tries to rise. He whips off the ropes and lands a jumping knee, crushing Justice down again. With his momentum, Black runs to the SW turnbuckle, vaults himself to the top and hits a moonsault, but lands in a stomp instead!
Hawke: Whoa! Huge move there from Dylan Black!
Romano: That is his Final Solution. And Justice looks to be down! Black is going for the pin attempt!
ONE!
TWO!
TH-
Storm dropkicks Black off of Justice, breaking the pin fall attempt. The referee is not happy, arguing with Storm to vacate the ring. Black drags Justice to his corner and instructs Dackle to the top turnbuckle. Dackle stands on the top, signals to the crowd’s boo’s, and lands a huge top rope leg drop onto Justice!
Romano: Justice absolutely getting ruined now!
Hawke: They are really overloading the young man here!
Dackle goes for the cover, as the referee returns to them….but he didn’t see the tag! Dackle is not the legal man! The referee dismisses the count, and orders Dackle out of the ring! Black comes back, shouting at the referee for not seeing the switch. He lifts Justice up from the mat, as the young star is staggering on his feet. Black whips him off the west ropes, and gets into position for an overhead press...but Justice stops short, kicking Black into the face! Black snaps upright, and Justice dropkicks him hard against the east ropes, connecting with Dackle on the apron!
Hawke: Two for one there by Justice!
Justice starts to crawl to his corner, almost reach Storm in the NW corner….but Black catches his by the ankle, and drags him back to the center. Black locks in an ankle lock on Justice, causing him to reach out in agony! Black drops to one knee to lock in the move more, Justice shouting loudly, unable to reach the ropes around him. Justice starts to fade, as Dackle shouts encouragement from his corner. Justice looks like he is about to tap out….but he reverses, he connects a donkey-kick to Black’s face with his other foot! Black lets go and flails backwards, as Justice rolls forward, right into his corner.
Romano: Great reversal there by Justice!
Hawke: And a tag to Storm too!
Black crab-walks back to his corner, and gets the tag with Dackle. Both legal men enter the ring, and circle each other. Dackle attacks first, swinging a heavy low kick. Storm stays out of range, still circling. Dackle grapples again, but Storm breaks the grip and kicks him backwards. Storm turns and walks away, pointing to his fans and shooting them a smile. Dackle looks furious.
Hawke: Storm is taunting Scorpion here, and pumping up his fans!
Dackle runs to attack Storm from behind, but he dodges it, pushing Dackle aside. Angrily, he rushes Storm again, and once again it's dodged. Dackle, furious swings a heavy hay-maker at Storm, connected hard to Storm’s chest...but Storm grabs the arm! He’s pulled Dackle down and locked in a crippler crossface!
Romano: Bad Blood! He’s locked in his submission move!
Dackle screams out in pain as Storm holds him down in the submission hold. He’s trying to break the grip, but can’t seem to manage it. He’s swinging his loose arm in the air, grasping, hoping...and he finds the ropes! Dackle grabs the bottom north rope!
Hawke: The referee is telling Storm to break the hold, Dackle was lucky here!
Storm releases the hold, and springs to his feet. Dackle, still on the mat, is favoring his arm now. Storm lays a few boots into Dackle, and drags him by the heel to the center of the ring. In a quick move, Storm wrestles Dackle on the mat, and locks in Bad Blood again!
Romano: Storm has it locked in again, and this time the ropes are nowhere near!
Dackle seems hopeless, screaming in pain in the center of the mat. He is growing weaker, his loose arm flailing….but Black is in, laying Storm out with a vicious kick across the face! But wait, Justice is now in the ring too...he lays out Black with a flying spear! Justice is on top of Black, ground pounding, while the two legal men are beat down on the mat!
Romano: It’s turned into an all out brawl here ladies and gentlemen!
Justice and Black are rolling round, hay-makers and knee strikes flying. Dackle is now on top, swinging some elbows down on Justice! And here is Storm, he’s trading blows with Black! The referee has lost control of this match, as all men are waging war on each other now!
Hawke: This is nuts! The referee is shouting at all the men to disperse, but nobody is listening to him!
Dackle quick on his feet, hits Storm with a big boot to his face, driving him back to his corner. But Justice is here, he's scooped the arm of Dackle….and hits the Final Judgement! Dackle is down on the mat! But here is Black...he kicks Justice low on the abs, reeling him forward, right into his hands for a Blackout!
Romano: Back to back huge moves here!
Black back to his feet, but Storm is too….and he hits Black with a sweet superkick to the chin! Black is down, as Storm mounts the turnbuckle. He signals to the crowd…..and there it is, the Prince of Pain!
Hawke: Wow, an amazing feat of athleticism by Storm here! Black and Storm are crumpled on the mat!
Justice slowly trying to rise to his feet now, and so is Scorpion. Justice just about standing before Dackle….but out of nowhere, Dackle hits him with the Chevron!
Romano: Dackle just hit Justice with a diamond cutter! The local town hero is out cold! And look, Dackle is going for the pin, but Justice isn’t the legal man!
ONE….
Hawke: The ref is counting! This is a mistake!
TWO…..
Romano: Storm didn’t tag in Justice, Storm is the legal man!
THREE!!!
Hawke: What the hell?!
Romano: A huge error on the referee’s part, but regardless a massive win for the team of Scorpion and Reaper, and the Firestorm Wrestling Association!
Storm looks up from the mat in disbelief, and over to his partner, still laying flat on the mat. Dackle raises his arms in the air, and slides out of the ring, dragging Black out too. Jessie loves approaches the announcer table and grabs a microphone…
Jessie Love: Ladies and Gentlemen, your winners, by pin fall…...Team FWA! ‘Scorpion’ Steve Dackle, and ‘The Reaper’ Dylan Black!
Team FWA makes their way up the ramp, as Storm roll over to Justice to try and wake him up.
Hawke: A huge upset here for the Ascension Wrestling Federation, the fans are booing and shouting at that decision.
Romano: Hard to blame the referee, the ring turned into a street fight almost! But there you go folks, the win goes to the FWA.
Hawke: Stay tuned folks for our next match-up is one not to miss…...Our X*Crown Champ meets Curtis Kanyon in the ring for a Buried at Sea match. We’ll see you, right after this commercial…...
After the last match and the crowd fades from the ring, "Ravenous" by X-Ray Dog plays and AWF CEO Felix Ziko walks out to the ring wearing a button-down shirt and slacks, and with a microphone in his hand.
Felix: People of Michigan, it's good to see you! I know I'm not meant to be here. This isn't an AWF show although I wanted to drop by to cheer on the two AWF wrestlers who advanced to the finals of the End of Days tournament: Jackson Steele and Shogun-Tron!
The people cheer and clap.
Felix: But based on the feedback from the last match that we had, the seven-team, fourteen-wrestler elimination specialty tag match to decide who would walk out of here with a briefcase and who would... just walk out of here, something has become quite abundantly clear. That is, success must be rewarded!
Felix paces around the ring.
Felix: Four wrestlers walked out of here with a briefcase. Four wrestlers walked out with prizes, but one individual stuck it out for a very long time, and was in the ring longer than I expected, even with his reputation. So I'm here to make an announcement. In one week, at the End of Days Finals Pay-Per-View: Jackson Steele will defend his AWF Championship against "The Dark Apostle" Ezriel!
The crowd pops again, excited for the head to head between two of AWF's most skilled wrestlers.
Felix: Who will win? Who will take home the gold? Make no mistake, this match will steal the sh-
Felix is interrupted when...
"Whoa, whoa, whoa!"
A voice is heard and the crowd, along with Fenix are visibly confused. A few seconds later, AWF new signee “The Prodigy” Bobby Barratt walks out onto the ramp, mic in hand.
BB: Now let me get my head around this, Ziko. You’re rewarding people who lasted in the elimination match, correct?
Felix smiles as the fans cheer.
BB: So to achieve that aim…You decided to reward a man who LOST?! The man who would get the medal for “best loser” because he lasted just long enough NOT to claim a case?! Come on!
The crowd boo the implication Bobby is making.
Felix: You've won a prize, Bobby. You should be happy with it.
BB: I've won jack shit! So right now, I stand here having won a briefcase full of nothing having beaten your “Dark Apostle” and you’re handing out AWF Championship matches? You know what? This is bullshit! I walked in here being promised opportunities if I took my chances and it’s the self fulfilling prophecy over again. The Prodigy being mugged off by the man, again!
The crowd are turning on Barratt. This was supposed to be a celebration of AWF. Not him running his mouth against the company who pay him.
Felix: So are you going to get to your point anytime soon, Bobby?
BB: I’m surprised you haven’t worked it out already! Quite simply, Fenix, I want in that match! I EARNED the right to be there and you know it, I know it….these people know it and all the boys in the back know it!
Felix: You're new here, so I'll give you a nickel's worth of free advice, friend. In this company, you don't make demands. I'm an adult and I expect to work with other adults, not children. For this reason, I'm denying your demands. If you want to calm down, we can discuss this matter once again.
BB: Bullshit! You think you can deny The Prodigy his rightful opportunities after the performance I put in last week? You think that flies?
Felix: Do you realize that I'm the owner here? I book the matches, which means I'm the ones who make the decisions around here.
The crowd are going a little quiet. They can sense the mounting tension in the air.
BB: You know what? When I signed here, I thought you were different! I thought you were a stand up guy!
Felix nods.
BB: You're nothing but a hypocrite! That's right, I'd heard the whispers of it, but I thought I'd give you a chance. They're right! You stand there and have the balls to claim you're giving the opportunities to the guys who LASTED. The guys who gave it their all in that match! Yet you have a WINNER of that match right in front of you and you dare to rip him off with a gift certificate?! Bullshit!
Crowd: FIF-TY-DOLL-ARS....CLAP-CLAP-CLAPCLAPCLAP!!
BB: You're all just as bad as him! You're enabling this hypocrite! You're allowing him to come out here and choose his favourites and hand them chance after chance!
Felix: You know what? I see you won't be swayed by reason. I think I'm going to call security.
BB: Don't bother! You know I'm right! You know whoever you put in front of The Prodigy will fall! I defeated Ezriel, straight up and you know it! FACT! If you want to beg off giving me a REAL contest then go ahead, let the boys in the back brand you a coward, let them talk about you behind your back and accept your title of AWF'S Hypocrite! I'm done! Prodigy out!
Bobby drops his mic theatrically and starts to walk towards the back before Felix, who is now bright red in the face through anger interrupts him.
Felix: You know what?! You think you can interrupt MY show?! Fine! You got your chance! I'm putting you in! The AWF Title match will now include you, Barratt! But don't you think for a minute that I'm doing this to appease your behavior. No, I'll do this to show you how terrible it is to eat your words. Ezriel and Jackson Steele are some of the best workers in the AWF - scratch that - some of the best I've ever seen. Perhaps once you see what the other guys in the back are made of, perhaps you'll be a bit less arrogant and you'll learn some respect.
The crowd are going batshit crazy as Barratt looks back with a smug grin on his face. Felix Ziko points his index finger to the air.
Felix: ...One more thing, Mr. Barratt. If you EVER think about interrupting me again... You'll be looking for another place of employment before you know it! Get out of my face!
Barratt opens his arms out wide, accepting the jeers coming from the crowd in his direction as security manage to make their way out, ushering him off the stage and we go off the air.
We cut to Kalamazoo Lake. There is a make shift entryway made of fabric and PVC pipe. Right next to it is a turn table with DJ Jazzy Jensen.*
DJ Jazzy: Ladies and gentlemen welcome to the most awesome excellent battle you will ever see lakeside! The one and only Buried at Sea Match!
*Reggaeton horn, reggaeton horn, reggaeton horn.*
DJ Jazzy: Brought to you by B.A.N.G. Fish Attractant Spray!!! Let’s get this party rollin’!
DJ Jazzy starts spinning “X Gon' Give It to Ya” by DMX. Only instead of “X”, DJ drops in “Bang!” said by Curtis Kanyon. I.E.:
“Bang! gon give it to ya
He gon give it to ya!
Bang! gon give it to ya
He gon give it to ya!”
As the remix plays, the Prestige Girls come running out of the curtain! That’s right, the Prestige Girls are back for one night only! All of them holding cans of B.A.N.G. Fish Attractant Spray, doing a synchronized dance and spraying the aerosol cans. As they spray, some stage hands throw fish at them. Then fireworks go off all around the lake as the dancers reach the dock. They then all stand in two rows on either side of the dock and hold their spray cans up in the air. They spray them, making a misty archway as the DMX remix fades out.
Hawke: Curtis Kanyon. He's a monster. A real beast and quite possibly the next X*Crown Champion!
Romano: Well he started out the tournament, barely losing to the AWF Champion Jackson Steele but redeemed himself in a nothing-sort-from-breathtaking match where he survived for over an hour to win it!.
"Rage in my heart crossing the forest riding my black horse
Across the valley along the river where the hot blood flows.
Over the lakes and over the hills I follow the call of the wind uphold the legend and for my princess I will fight and win"
"Lord of the Thunder" by Rhapsody hits the DJ booth as Curtis D. Kanyon emerges from the curtain. He's got a fishing rod slung over his shoulder.
"Holy flame burn again for eternity burn my heart to win.
The holy war is awaiting another fiery king"
Curtis pounds his chest with his fists then raises the rod in the air. He walks down to the dock and stops at the Prestige Girl mist spray entryway that has been created for him. He takes a big whiff, and then walks through the mist onto the creaky wooden dock.
"Lord of the thunder please be my guide
before and after my last ride
I'll be your soldier serving the light
riding forever alive and proud"
Curtis then climbs into the boat and goes to the stern. He climbs up and pounds his chest. He points to the camera with his fishing rod, then hoists it straight up into the air and yells "BANG!" He jumps down and looks ready for action!*
The cameras cut back to the PVC and the sounds of an enthusiastic crew at lakeside. The near-silence is broken by the sound of Celine Dion's My Heart Will Go On. Like DJ Jazzy's remix earlier, there are some lyrical interjections.
Near, far, wherever you are
I believe that the GLORIOUS REIGN OF THOB THE MIGHTY AND PRISTINE does go on
Once more you open the door
And you're here in THOB'S WORLD BITCH
And THE GLORIOUS REIGN OF THOB THE MIGHTY AND PRISTINE will go on and on
AND ON
Hawke: What has the XHF become to low its level to that of pork!
Romano: Thob has actually been a formidable champion. She has defeated the likes of James Johnson and Jason Justice.
Hawke: But neither Kanyon's first nor last name begin with a J! Thob's about to get butchered!
Romano: ...
B.A.N.G. Fish Attractant Spray presents: Buried at Sea Match
Curtis Kanyon vs Thob
The camera swings to see the SS SS approaching. Atop the bow Thob is on her hind legs, held upright by Slain stood behind her holding her other legs out wide. Due to Thob's weight Slain is being spooned by an unidentified figure lending their arms to help with the prolonged lifting. Curtis starts swinging his fishing rod at them when they get near the smaller vessel and has to be restrained by snorkel-wearing referees. Eventually he is persuaded to take his place in his 'corner' of the boat, enabling the SS SS to pull up alongside. Slain lifts Thob up, leans over and drops her to her corner. She lands right on target and her weight smashes her straight through the bottom of the boat. The referee points to the shore and the bell rings.
DJ Jazzy: And the winner, brought to you by B.A.N.G. Fish Attractant Spray, Curtis Kanyon!
Curtis roars with victory and throws his arms up in the air with one foot on the edge of the boat. He catches two cans of attractant spray thrown to him, then sits down and lowers the fishing rod through the newly made hole, posing with them for photos as the water starts to rise over his knees.
