.::The XHF Network Presents: Supremacy [1/28/18]::.
Jan 24, 2018 10:01:04 GMT -5
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Post by Mongo the Destroyer on Jan 24, 2018 10:01:04 GMT -5
The XHF Network Presents:
Supremacy
1/28/18
XHF Network Arena, Minneapolis, Minnesota
"Basket Case" by Green Day Plays On The PA System as Gabby walks out to the ring.
Karin Wholfe: “And introducing first, from Riverside, California. She stands at 5’8 and weighs in tonight at 140 pounds… she is Gabby Kaylor!”
Rukia comes out as the music blares through the speakers. She shows love to her fans. She arrogantly walks down the ramp way and makes her way into the ring before going into her corner.
Karin Wholfe: “And her opponent from Matsuyama-shi, Ehime-ken, Japan, She stands in at 5’6 and weighs in at 118 pounds, she is the Super Seiyu! Rukia Matsuoka!”
The song plays as Fukushima Zombie comes out to the ring. The other two look on as the eerie young lady slides into the ring.
Karin Wholfe: “And their opponent, making her SSS Debut tonight all the way from Okuma-machi, Fukushima, Japan, she stands in at 5’5 and weighs in at 135 pounds, She is Fukushima Zombie!
Yumiko Kanagawa: We’re here live at Supremacy! And we’re starting the greatest event of the year off right with the greatest promotion in the world, Sakura Shoujo Stampede! And are we starting it off right folks, tonight we have the debuting Fukushima Zombie as well as the three year vet, Gabby Kaylor and the former Idol turned Pro Wrestler, Rukia Matsuoka all in the first match!
Kayako Kai: And that’s not all! Later tonight we’ll have Cherry Miyawaki take on Allyson Hydecker, in a battle to see who gets their first win in SSS! And after that we have those creepy girls with Kuroi Yami who we’ve learned a few weeks ago call themselves Abnormalize, taking on the team of Bodhi and her two friends for the Goddess of Sakura title! And that’s not all, no we have the wonderful Rei Kagura, the GOAT of SSS OUR TV champion taking on that shemale Ember Ferrari!
Yumiko Kanagawa: And in the main event we’ll be represented by Alexis Grace and Azumi Goto! Two of the best we have will be taking their chances against some of the best wrestlers on the XHF Network! They will battle to crown the X*Crown champion and i like our odds so far! Now let’s take it to the ring Kai-San, we’re in for a real treat!
[Sakura Shouj Stampede]
Three-Way Elimination Match
Gabby Kaylor vs Rukia vs Fukushima Zombie
The bell rings as all three women edge close to the center of the ring. All three lock up hands with each other. Gabby, the most experienced of the bunch gets an advantage though as she connects with a swift kick to the gut of Fukushima Zombie, who in turn falls down and gets an arm drag on Rukia. Gabby starts to lay in some hammer fists into the back of Fukushima before Rukia comes in and starts laying in some elbows to the back of Gabby’s back. Fukushima comes back up and gets behind Rukia and gets her in a German suplex position. Rukia grabs onto Gabby trying to stop the suplex and gets her in a german suplex of her own. Fukushima powers through it and hits german suplexes both Gabby and Rukia out of the ring! She taunts to the crowd to get them riled up before running the ropes and hitting spaceman plancha on the two. Rukia crawls out of the way as Fukushima and Gabby begin to brawl.
Rukia disappears to the other side of the ring as Gabby gets a well placed knee into Zombie. She picks her up and suplexes her onto the concrete outside. She picks her up again and throws Zombie deep into the crowd. Gabby works her way back up to the ring as we see Rukia inside with a table in the corner. Gabby charges her as Rukia side steps her. Gabby stops just short, but is quickly met with a hesitation dropkick to the back of her head and crashes straight into the table.
Yumiko Kanagawa: What a sequence! Rukia got off the ropes in time and made Gabby fall face first through that table!
Kayako Kai: But it’s all legal in this elimination triple threat match! It’s no DQ and the former idol knew very well! She even hit off her Doki Doki Dropkick, which I’m sure is to make all the guys hearts start to beat!
Rukia goes to cover Gabby with a pin, but only gets a two count before she kicks out. Fukushima is still laying in a pile of chairs as we cut back to Gabby and Rukia trading off moves. Gabby gets in her discus clothesline and before she falls Rukia makes Gabby go Oyasumi with her spinning backfist. Both drop to the mat back first, We see a blur of black rush into the ring and it’s Fukushima Zombie! She sees the opportunity and stacks gabby on top of Rukia before going to the top rope, she jumps off and hits her 630 senton on both of them! Gabby rolls out of the ring as Fukushima covers Rukia.
Yumiko Kanagawa: What a beautiful display of Fukushima Zombie’s) Jisatsu Sākuru! (And for the pin on Rukia Matsuoka!
Kayako Kai: I can’t believe that gore loving freak just sandwiched her opponents! I bet she never even watched house before!
Yumiko Kanagawa: I don’t think anyone under 45 has seen that movie before Kai-san, didn’t expect you for someone to watch such an obscure movie. Now back to the action at hand! Rukia’s just gotten pined!
Karin Wholfe: “Rukia Matsuoka has been eliminated.”
Gabby and Fukushima are to their feet now. Both brawl to the corner where Gabby gets an advantage. A knee to the gut of Fukushima and up she goes to the top rope. Gabby is soon to follow though and both are up high. Gabby picks her up into a back suplex position and slams her hard on the mat! She goes for a pin and gets 2. Fukushima and Gabby are back up after a while now. Punches and kicks ensue before Gabby goes for a discus clothesline, Fukushima grabs her arm and gets her down onto the mat, they roll up and Fukushima gets Gabby into a Spiders Twist submission hold.
Yumiko Kanagawa: Jigoku by Fukushima Zombie, will the vet tap?
Gabby edges towards the ropes but it’s too late, she taps out due to the pain and the bell rings.
Karin Wholfe: “And your winner of this match, Fukushima Zombie!”
"Circus Apocalypse” by Vermillion Lies begins playing as a man in a flamboyant oil slick rainbow business suit walks out from the back. He stands at the entrance stage with a wide grin as he reaches into a jacket pocket and draws out a golden cigarette pack.
Jerry "The King" Lawler: Who is this bozo?
Joey Hawke: This man is Armand von Krauss and he is one of the owners from Riot Star Wrestling!
King: That doesn’t explain why he’s here though. I do like the suit though.
Armand lights an Egyptian cigarette and begins walking down to the ring, leaving a thick trail of smoke that causes nearby fans to cough and retch.
King: He can’t do that in here!
Joey: Are you going to tell him to stop?
Armand steps into the ring, flicking ashes onto the mat as a microphone is being handed to him. He looks imperiously around at the booing crowd, waiting for them to quiet down before speaking.
Armand von Krauss: I just wanted to let you all know about the superiority of the RSW stars in these schwache Kampfspiele that you...people...partake in.
Armand stops when the amount of booing threatens to overwhelm the sound of his voice.
King: The superiority of the RSW stars in what do we partake in? Is this bozo for real?
Joey: It would seem so.
Armand von Krauss: I would like to invite everyone to come to New York City. Each competing company may send in five fighters. They will start in different places in the city and battle their way to my home. The former home of Olympus Wrestling in a place called the Parthenon which lies at the center of my Krimson Kharnival. Along the way there will be perils and checkpoints where certain acts must be completed in order to continue on. Certain places will call for eliminations until only one person from each team will make it to the end and only one person will win the match.
The crowd begin to cheer at this point.
Joey: Are we fighting to win something?
King: A guy like that? He probably wants these people to kill each other for the honor of it all.
Armand von Krauss: I understand that you people would prefer to fight for championship belts and other accolades. I will then offer the very first Heart of the Kharnival trophy! You will be the best out of whatever companies decide to make it to New York City…
"Circus Apocalypse" by Vermillion Lies begins again to play Armand von Krauss to the back.
King: That guy is strange!
Joey: Agreed.
"Thy Kingdom come, thy will be done."
A low trembling voice in a whispered tone floats through the arena as the lights fade to a pitch black.
Silence.
"Bleed" by Meshuggah pulsates from the speakers around the audience, the bass vibrating the ground, as the camera spirals up the runway past many flickering bright white strobe lights. It pans up to the entranceway where a dark shadowy figure raises their hands above their head and gazes up at the rafters. After a few seconds he tilts his head forward and brings his hands down by his side. He is in full body paint and is sporting blood red tights with a small cross printed on either side. He stares intensely ahead of him as the vocals from Bleed kick in. He points once more to the sky as he begins to make his way toward the ring. Ezriel slowly and purposefuly strides up the metal stairs and drops to his knees, gazing into the crowd. He smiles and nods as he rolls under the ropes into the ring. Ezriel rises to his feet and cracks his neck as he swings his arms around in a windmill movement. He goes to the furthest away turnbuckle and leans on it, bent over but facing straight ahead of him as he breathes heavily.
Jessie Love: Ladies and gentlemen the following contest is an Ascension Wrestling Federation match and is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, representing "The Order" and weighing in at 225 pounds - The Dark Apostle, Ezriel!
Romano: Good evening everyone and welcome to the AWF portion of the show! I'm Cassius Romano alongside "Technical" Tommy Taylor and, well Tommy- tonight The Order are definitely trying to make their mark on Supremacy!
Taylor: You've got that right Cassius, this man Ezriel is a terrifying prospect just by himself but he teamed up with Hyperion and the Brothers of Valhalla several weeks ago to form this nightmarish group who are hell-bent on cementing their legacy! Both back home in AWF and on the bigger stage of the XHF Network!
Romano: Ezriel tonight will be taking on El Cazador from The Icons, but you can't forget about his stablemates from the order... The Brothers of Valhalla face off against Jackson Steele in a two-on-one handicap match a little later on with big, big title implications down the line. And the leader of The Order, Hyperion, he's in action in our main event tonight when he looks to bring the X*Crown Championship back to the AWF.
The lights in the arena dim and "Check My Brain" begins to harrow through the arena before a lone golden spotlight illuminates the wrestler entrance.
Sebastian "El Cazador" swiftly creeps into the light, crawling along on all fours draped in a luxurious black jaguar pelt that covers his whole body. Once fully in the light Sebastian jumps to his feet, throwing the pelt off of himself to bask in the glorious glow. Normally booed by the crowd, tonight he gets a more favorable reaction from the crowd due to who is opponent is. He begins to skulk to the ring as if he was a hunter stalking his prey.
Jessie Love: And his opponent, representing "The Icons" - from Guadalajara, Mexico and weighing 215 pounds - Sebastian El Cazador!
Taylor: Cazador representing The Icons and there is no love lost between these two factions.
Romano: The AWF Champion Bobby Barratt- who takes on European Champion Stormcrow tonight- is the leader of The Icons and he's had to have his head on a swivel lately as not only does Jackson Steele want another shot at the title he used to wear proudly, but Hyperion is the official number one contender to that belt.
Taylor: Not to mention the threat posed by Stormcrow tonight.
Romano: Quite. Cazador will be hoping to draw first blood for The Icons tonight and he's well equipped to do so, the name "Cazador" means "Hunter" in Spanish and he's certainly proved himself worthy of that moniker having worn the AWF Prestige Class Championship until very recently when he lost that belt to his on-again-off-again friend Danny Ray.
Taylor: I don't think Danny Ray's any real friend of Cazador's, Cass. I think he just strung him along to get his hands on that title.
Cazador quickly slides into the ring underneath the bottom rope and hops to his feet once more as the arena lights now come back on to reveal Ezriel glaring at him from across the ring. He then chooses a random turnbuckle to climb to the second rope and raise his arms high into the air and flex his heavily tattooed arms.
His back turned to Ezriel, the Dark Apostle strikes! Tearing across the ring he throws a double ax handle into Cazador's lower back and the luchador is caught off-guard, slumping down on top of the turnbuckle as the referee calls for the bell.
Romano: Ezriel wasting no time and I don't think Steve Tyrell wants to put himself in between these two men, he's gonna let 'em fight right out of the gate!
[Ascension Wrestling Federation]
Singles Match
Ezriel vs El Cazador
Cazador tries to battle back but Ezriel is the stronger man, despite the weight difference being only marginal between the two.
Romano: Ezriel's six feet tall, 225 pounds, Cazador also six feet but slightly lighter at two-fifteen, but Ezriel has the advantage when it comes to strength and power. Hit hard, hit fast. Cazador a more methodical competitor, he relies on his speed and reflexes but right now, attacked from behind in the corner, he's got no way out of this assault by Ezriel!
Ezriel shrugs off some elbows that Cazador throws blindly backwards and hammers him hard in the lowr back again to wear him down. He lifts Cazador up so he's sitting on the top turnbuckle and facing outwards and then climbs up to set up for a back suplex but this time an errant elbow from Cazador catches him on the jaw and stuns him, causing him to drop back to the mat.
Ezriel lands on his feet and puts a hand to his face where Cazador's elbow connected- all the while his opponent turns himself around on the top turnbuckle and leaps off with a Kane-like leaping clothesline! Ezriel takes the blow and goes down before getting to his feet once more, Cazador rolls through on the landing and pops back up, running off the ropes and coming back at Ezriel. Ezriel drops down and Cazador hops over him, rebounds, Ezriel leapfrogs Cazador who carries on running and rebounds off the ropes a second time- this time he rushes back at Ezriel but the Dark Apostle intercepts him for a big tilt-a-whirl backbreaker!
Pin attempt by Ezriel, referee makes the count;
ONE!
TWO!
KICK OUT!
Cazador rolls across the mat in pain as Ezriel smirks, following the masked man and waiting for him to pick himself up once more. Cazador pulls himself up with the ropes and Ezriel plants a boot in the back of his neck, pushing Cazador's throat against the middle rope and earning himself the crowd's disdain. Steve Tyrell makes his count, ordering Ezriel to break the illegal choke- which he does, just before the count of five.
Cazador drops to the mat again, this time holding his throat as he gasps for air. Ezriel holds his hands up in mock innocence before heading back to his downed opponent.
Taylor: Ezriel not afraid to fight dirty in the opening moments and he's establishing the upper hand over El Cazador!
Ezriel straddles his opponent's back and he lands clubbing blows on the upper back and shoulder area as Cazador tries to crawl out from underneath him. Ezriel grabs a handful of Cazador's T-Shirt to keep him in place, and then transitions into a camel clutch!
Taylor: Ezriel's locked in that camel clutch submission to really put a strain on every inch of his opponent's spine!
Romano: The pain must be tearing through his lumbar region right up through his neck right about now!
Cazador cries out as the pain does indeed tear through him, but he manages to free an arm and hooks it around Ezriel's leg. He finally does the same with the other arm and begins to stand up, lifting the heavier Ezriel up on his back and then falling backwards to the mat! Ezriel is winded and Cazador looks to be faring not much better, but he's at least broken the submission.
Cazador gets to his feet and stumbles over to the ropes, as Ezriel gets back up to his vertical base and goes charging towards him. Suddenly Cazador low-bridges him, pulling the top rope down at the last second, and Ezriel goes tumblng over and to the floor below! Ezriel lands on his feet and is immediately up onto the apron again, trying to grab Cazador through the ropes- but Cazador hits him with a shin to the face which stuns him, then rebounds off the opposite set of ropes and rushes back towards Ezriel- leaping over the top rope he hits a spectacular sunset flip powerbomb off of the apron and down to the arena floor!
The crowd pop at the high-risk maneuver from the Icon!
Romano: Good god! That move flattened Ezriel!
Taylor: It flattened El Cazador too!
Romano: Kids, DON'T try this at home!
Ezriel looks to be in a daze as the back of his head bounced off the thin padding at ringside, El Cazador struggling to regain his footing. But regain it he does, and he begins to enjoy some of the upper hand as he picks Ezriel up and slams him into the ringside barricade!
ONE!
TWO!
The barrier shifts and the front row have to scooch back to avoid being crushed and Cazador bounces his opponent's head off the railing once, twice, three times! Ezriel flops back down onto his back and Cazador backs off as Ezriel groggily makes it up to his knees.
THREE!
FOUR!
Cazador taunts Ezriel with a gesture that looks like a cross between undertaker's cut-throat and lining up a sniper shot on an unsuspecting victim and cries out;
Cazador: I've got you in my sights!
Before taking off at full speed, aiming a shining wizard at Ezriel- but Ezriel ducks out of the way and Cazador slams hard into the barricade! One of his legs gets stuck in the railing as Ezriel hops up and pulls him hard onto the ground, the barricade almost coming down with him.
FIVE!
SIX!
Ezriel wobbles and rubs his head, before hearing the referee's count and rolling back into the ring, then straight back out again. He lifts the ring apron and looks underneath before selecting a chair as his weapon, bringing it out to a chorus of boos and then heading back over to the downed Cazador. Cazador limps back up to his feet, though bent at the waist and propping himself up with his hands on his thighs as Ezriel slams the chair on the ring steps, then raises it high above himself- Steve Tyrell warning him not to use the weapon or else he will be disqualified.
Taylor: This isn't a no-DQ match, I don't know what Ezriel is thinking here!
Romano: I think he just wants to inflict as much pain as possible right about now!
Ezriel looks set to bring the chair down onto the back of Cazador but the masked man bursts into action with a big-time spear that lays Ezriel out, and the chair goes flying! Now on top of Ezriel, Cazador rains down blows and he attacks with a ferocity that we haven't yet seen from him so far in this match.
Ezriel fights back against Cazador and manages to shift him, we notice that Ezriel's lip is busted open and a deep red streak is smeared across the white of his facial tattoo. Cazador goes back in on Ezriel who gives him a stiff boot to the gut, doubling him over, then spams his face off the top of the ring steps!
ONE!
TWO!
Dazed, Cazador slumps on the barricade once more and Ezriel grabs his head and rakes it along the top of the railing. He throws him into the other set of steps and then drags him over to the commentary tables.
Romano: Oh good lord, this is getting out of hand!
Ezriel picks Cazador up and goes to lie him on top of one of the tables. Cazador puts his hands out to halt his progress, and returns the favor from Ezriel as he grabs Ezriel's head, slamming the tattooed freak's face into the wood! Blood splatters across the surface of the table.
THREE!
FOUR!
Ezriel bounces off of the table and wheels away from Cazador, getting his hands on the ring apron and trying to pull himself into the ring. He gets halfway before Cazador grabs him and pulls him back out, throwing him up onto the top of the table!
Taylor: I've got a REALLY bad feeling about this!
Ezriel is shaken up from the assault and lies motionless on the table. Cazador looks up to the top of the ring post, then back to Ezriel, still on his back.
Romano: No no no, I know what you're thinking! Don't do it!
FIVE!
SIX!
Cazador almost falters as he climbs up to the top of the turnbuckle, the referee imploring him not to jump. Cazador shrugs him off, and he stands atop the ring post, he closes his eyes and makes the sign of the cross before taking a huge leap of faith and crashing through... just the table! Ezriel rolls off at the last second and Cazador's elbow drop misses its mark completely!
Taylor: Oh my word! Cazador just wiped out!
Romano: This match is Ezriel's for the taking now!
Ezriel stumbles to his feet, still half-dazed, and staggers towards the ring. He reaches the ring apron and stops, resting on it to catch his breath. He looks like he is about to re-enter the ring when he suddenly seems to have a change of heart...
Taylor: What's he doing now? Cazador's down and out and the count is nearly at ten!
SEVEN! EIGHT!
Ezriel heads back to the table and picks up the limp body of Cazador and throws him underneath the bottom rope, before sliding in after him.
Romano: I think Ezriel wants to send a message to Cazador and The Icons!
Eziel picks Cazador up and gives him a big Irish whip into the corner, then primes himself to deliver a big superkick!
Taylor: Rapture!
Romano: Wait! No!
Somehow, someway, Cazador pushes up and off of the top rope as he runs into the corner, he vaults over and onto the apron and Ezriel is left floundering as he finds nobody on the receiving end of his superkick!
Romano: How is Cazador still in this!?
Cazador is definitely showing the effects of his big table bump moments before, but he shakes the cobwebs and springboards over the top rope to deliver a big flying forearm that knocks Ezriel down! Cazador scrambles to cover him;
ONE!
TWO!
THR-
NO! EZRIEL KICKS OUT!
Romano: I thought that was over then!
Taylor: You and me both! But we thought it was over after Cazador went through that table and guess what? Cazador's still going!
The crowd groan at the near-fall and Cazador looks frustrated, he knows that he has to dig deep now to overcome Ezriel.
Romano: These two men have put each other through a lot of punishment on the outside of that ring tonight! Cazador's limping, his body is wracked with pain! But he has the upper hand right now- no matter how slim- and he needs to capitalize on it!
Ezriel is making his way back to his feet as Cazador lines up for a big shining wizard kick. He waits until Ezriel is on one knee and... he hits it! After a misses chance earlier in the match Cazador connects with the devastating kick to the head! Ezriel's head snaps back and he begins to slump to the mat but Cazador stops him from falling, pulling him up by his arm and slapping on a front facelock, he lifts him up for the falcon arrow!
But Ezriel makes himself dead weight! Only by ten pounds, but the pain shooting through Cazador's body, the aching in his bones and his muscles, mean he can only lift Ezriel part of the way.
Romano: Cazador's desperately looking to hit that Killshot of his but he's having one hell of a time lifting Ezriel up!
Taylor: Ezriel's making himself very difficult to lift and with all the abuse Cazador's taken in this match he might be better off going another route in search of a win!
Cazador does indeed look elsewhere as Ezriel counters another lift attempt and Cazador staggers into the corner, opting instead to put Ezriel up on top. He climbs up and gives Ezriel a big blow across the face before jumping up onto his shoulders in search of a huricanrana...
But it doesn't pay off! As soon as Cazador is up in position, Ezriel springs his trap! Far from being down-and-out, Ezriel is in fact very much still in the game and has played Cazador beautifully! In blocking the falcon arrow attempt, Ezriel forced Cazador to put him right where he wanted to be, and even did him the favor of getting into position - and Ezriel hits his finisher, a sitout powerbomb from the top rope!
Taylor: Mass Hysteria!
Romano: Ezriel completely turned it round on Cazador!
Cazador slams into the mat and Ezriel almost loses him as he nearly bounces away! But he keeps his grip on the masked man, and finds very little resistance as he makes the cover!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
DING! DING!
Jessie Love: Here is your winner - Ezriel!
Romano: That was a slobberknocker!
Taylor: You can say that again! These two guys had absolutely no intention of coming out here and putting on a technical wrestling clinic, this was all about inflicting pain!
Ezriel looks to be hurting as he slowly stands in the middle of the ring and places one foot on Cazador's chest. Steve Tyrell raises his hand but Ezriel pulls it away from him, instead opting to raise his hand alone, standing over his vanquished foe.
Romano: Score one for The Order...
Jackson Steele is found in the locker room. He's in his full wrestling gear. He grabs his water bottle and takes a sip. As he does this, he takes a look at the clock. His eyes widen and he forces the water down with a gulp.
Jackson: Jeez, I didn't realize it was almost time for my match. I better make my way down.
He exits the locker room and walks down a long corridor. He passes a person in the shadows, but initially thinks nothing of it. He stops when he hears their voice.
Voice: Good evening, stranger.
Jackson: What is it? I have a match starting in just a minute or two.
Voice: I just wanted to wish you some good luck.
Jackson: Who are you? You can't be back here. Only XHF Network staff can.
Voice: Oh, but I am.
The person steps out of the shadows and reveals themselves to be... Ember Ferrari. She walks up to him and playfully circles her finger on his arm.
Ember: Oh, Jackson. I'm a big fan of your work. I know you're a bit upset after losing your belt. This ought to be a tough time for you. This ought to be a... 'hard' time for you.
She gives him a wink.
Jackson: ...I'm listening.
Ember: I think you need some incentive. How about you win your match tonight and you get more than having your little girlfriend back? You win your match tonight and you get more than having first crack at Bobby Barratt. How about...
Ember leans in to Jackson Steele's ear. She speaks softly, but with the heat of her voice lightly hitting the skin of Jackson.
Ember: If you win tonight, you get me.
She leans her head down and kisses him on his neck.
Ember: You get 'all' of me.
Ember takes a step forward and winks at Jackson.
Ember: Now go and win. I have to go get ready practicing my speech for when I win Miss XHF. Go get'em tiger.
Ember playfully smiles as she walks away. Jackson stares in awe for a moment before remembering that he has a match to win.
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, the beautiful blonde figure of Chardonnay walks out, her arms raised as she receives a barrage of whistles and calls. A moment later. Jackson Steele steps onto the stage, stretching out his arms and turning a full circle, showing off his toned and oiled body.
Taylor: This is going to be a tough match for Jackson Steele. The former champion is looking for revenge here against two of the most ruthless men in the game, the Brothers of Valhalla.
Romano: Indeed Tommy, tonight Jackson is not only looking to give the Order back a taste of their own medicine, but also to win back his girlfriend eXXXstacy who has been abducted and held by the Order.
Taylor: Kidnap, bribery, ransom...in any other world this would be a police matter...
Romano: Welcome to the world of wrestling Tommy, where the rules are backwards!
Jackson swaggers towards the ring, accompanied by Chardonnay. He points to ladies at the side of the ramp, blowing kisses and flexing. 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.
Taylor: He sure looks confident!
Romano: I gotta say, you’re right. With so much to lose here, I’d be shaking in my boots. But Jackson Steele looks as focused and ready as ever.
"O' Death" by Jen Titus hits the PA as the lights dim dark and videos of Norse mythology appear on the tron. The crowd react negatively as a spotlight hits the middle of the ramp. Then, through the entrance way arrives Derrick Donovan. He has a microphone in his hands.
"Ladies and Gentlemen... From the Ashes of the Fires of Valhalla... The destroyers of all that be... The sons of Ingemar the Bludgeon... THE BROTHERS OF VALHALLA!!!"
Donovan slowly points his finger towards the ring. A few seconds pass. Then from the back storm out the two brothers as they charge towards the ring. They slide in and stand tall, both men towering over Jackson Steele. They then stomp up and down on the mat and turnbuckles as the crowd boo them on.
Taylor: Seeing these two guys in the ring now, opposite Jackson...I am just glad its not me in there taking them both on!
The Brothers dismount the turnbuckles, and walk to the far ropes, closest to the rampway. They seperate, framing the picture of the ramp ahead. As Jackson looks on in confusion, familiar music begins to play…
Romano: We all know who’s music that is...the haunting sounds of Hyperion!
From the back, a flood of hooded zealots pour out onto the stage, filling it up quickly as their numbers increase. They part ways, gathering on either side of the curtain as from the back appears Hyperion, dressed fully in his battle armor. He is holding a long chain in one hand, and a microphone in the other…
Hyperion: ...Jackson Steele...defiant...brave...idiotic...tonight marks a great moment in history, a moment that will be spoken of for years to come...the night Jackson Steele dies in the ring!
Hyperion laughs, mocking Jackson who now looks furious. Chardonnay shouts from ringside too.
Hyperion: Your first mistake was assuming you could withstand The Order...foolish...but your second is putting everything on the line tonight for the weak soul of another…
Hyperion tugs on the chain, and leads someone from the back...eXXXstacy! Wrapped up in ropes, tying her hands behind her back and her mouth gagged, she screams but only muffled sounds are heard. Hyperion tugs the chain again, wrapped around her waist. She stumbles forward, but keeps her balance.
Hyperion: ...I am a lot of things, Jackson Steele, but one thing I am is true to my word...tonight, the Brothers will gift you a sweet, quick death. Mercy is all we can offer you. In return, your paramore, eXXXstacy, will make a fine addition to the ranks of my Church...prove me wrong, defeat The Order...and you shall have you life back...BEGIN!
[Ascension Wrestling Federation]
Handicap Match
Jackson Steele vs the Brothers of Valhalla
And just like that, the two Brothers turn around to assault Jackson, but he is already on the move, diving an striking Bjark into the forehead with a hard hitting elbow smash. He bludgeon the brother hard and pushes him backwards into the corner, but is quickly stopped from behind as Gustav comes in with an axe handle smash down between Jackson’s shoulder blades. Gustav drags him to the corner, switching places with his brother, and the two Brother punch, kick and stomp their way through Jackson Steele.
Romano: This is barbaric, Jackson is an amazing athlete and a world class wrestler, but street fighting two giants at once is way out of line.
Taylor: The match hasn't even started yet and Jackson is already being pummeled!
Shouting at the Brothers, the referee manages to break them up, and screams the rules to them- tag style. The two Brothers switch glances, and Bjark decides to take a leave to the apron. With Gustav and Jackson remaining in the ring, the match officially starts.
DING DING!
Gustav immediately takes advantage of the weakened Jackson Steele and starts to beat him down further with alternating closed fists to the head and upper body. He grapples Jackson, then irish whips him against the ropes. On the return, Gustav floors Jackson with a hard shoulder, knocking him down, and immediately follows up with a head lock.
Romano: I want to be optimistic here, but...heck I just don’t like Jackson’s chances here one bit!
Strangling him on the floor, Gustav is told to break the illegal lock by the referee, which he does. He raises and brings Jackson with him, chopping him across the chest over and over, pushing him back towards their corner. Gustav tags Bjark, who climbs in and begins to double team Jackson, taking turns to chop him in the corner. The referee forces Gustav to leave, as Bjark now whips jackson across the ring to the opposite corner, and chases him down...but Jackson bounces off the turnbuckle, and dodges the incoming clothesline from hell! G=Bjark turns around, right into a dropkick from Jackson! Jackson bounces up, and hits Bjark again with another, firmly planting him in the corner.
Taylor: Jackson is gathering momentum here, pr trying to at least!
Jackson stomps on Bjark a bit, before whipping him back towards his Brother...but he locks the arm, and instead runs Bjark back into the turnbuckle, face first. Jackson leaps and two-handed slams Bjark’s head down onto the top turnbuckle. With the big man dazed and stumbling backwards, Jackson runs off the ropes and hits a clothesline of his own, taking Bjark down. He quickly goes for the cover…
ONE…
TW- Broken up by Gustav!
Romano: Gustav was in that ring like a flash!
Taylor: I don’t think I’ve seen a big man move so quick!
As the referee forces Gustav back to his corner, the damage has already been done. By stomping Jackson to break the pin, he’s bought enough time for Bjark to get back to his feet. Jackson gets up to one knee, but it met with a sweeping kick to the face, putting him back down. Bjark drops a knee down onto Jacksons forehead, applying all his pressure down onto Jackson's face, as the former champion screams out in pain.
Romano: Bjark is trying to pop Jackson’s head like a watermelon!
Bjark releases, and finally drags Jackson to his feet, but quickly scoop slams him back down. He points out to the crowd, the fans booing the evil brother, and Bjark whips off the ropes to land a leg drop on Jackson...but misses! Jackson rolls out of the way in time, and manages to get up before Bjark. As the Brother of Valhalla is getting up, Jackson punt kicks him right to the chest, collapsing him down in agony. Using this short time to catch his breath, Jackson circle the ring and take the chance to say some choice words to Gustav, riling him up and getting him angry. Unable to take the trash talk, Gustav enters the ring but the referee is quickly all over him...and distracted. Jackson runs back to Bjark, hitting him with a low blow and following up with an armbar submission maneuver. He stretches and drags the arm of Bjark until fully extended, and the big man roars in pain. He tries to break free...but can’t! He starts to tap, banging the mat frantically.
Taylor: Jackson’s done it, Bjark just tapped out! But the referee doesn’t see it!
Romano: ...I think that’s Jackson’s plan.
With Bjark screaming in agony, Gustav quickly abide’s and lets the referee return, but Jackson releases the hold just in time for the referee to not see the submit. Jackson rolls backwards like a ball, stopping in a pouncing position. Bjark is rolling on the floor, holding his injured left arm whilst Jackson lurks on the same side, waiting...dropkick! Right into the injured shoulder! Bjark roars out in agony, as Jackson gets to his feet and struts around the ring. He allows Bjark to roll onto his front, onto his knees, before running into his back and driving a knee into the shoulder blade of Bjark, sending him down again in agony.
Romano: Now this is very smart by Jackson Steele, and nobody is better at this than he is. He works the opponent down, breaks down their weaker points until it’s a glaring fault. Bjark is big, much bigger than Jackson, but with only one arm he’s not going to do so much.
As Jackson continues to cockily walk around the ring, Gustav leans over the ropes, stretching his hand towards his brother to tag him. Jackson runs over and lands a blow to Gustav’s face, knocking him down to the apron. This sneak attack costs him however, as Bjark gets on his toes and runs right into Jackson, barrelling through him. With Jackson down, using his good hand Bjark quickly grabs the hair of Jackson and tugs him up to a standing position. With Jackson up, Bjark hits him with a side-elbow, and staggers him. He runs off the ropes and takes Jackson down with a clothesline, before scooping up one of the legs for a pin attempt.
ONE…
TWO…
KICKOUT by Jackson Steele!
Bjark quickly hits Jackson with a wild fist, knocking him back down, before angrily getting up and tagging in Gustav, who immediately comes in exploding with alternating fists to Jacksons torso. He drags Jackson over to the ropes, whips him across the ring, and chases him to connect a huge big boot on the rebound. He lifts Jackson again, hooks his arm and lifts him up for a vertical suplex...but slams Jackson down hard face first into the mat!
Taylor: Gustav is not happy with Jackson Steele! And the big man is really punishing Jackson now.
Gustav drags Jackson to his feet and over to the ropes, where he headbutts him and dangles him over the top rope, pointing him directly towards the stage to where eXXXstacy is screaming and ctying in shackles. Gustav shouts something into Jackson’s ears, whilst beating down on his back with hard elbow strikes. He pulls him away and sidewalk slams Jackson, before pulling up a leg for the pin.
ONE…
TWO…
THR- Kickout! Just in time!
Romano: Jackson Steele is a warrior true and true, but these two big men just don’t give up. And Jackson is starting to realize that the hard way I’m afraid.
Gustav gets up to his feet and immediately runs across the ring, bouncing off the ropes and coming back for a huge body splash on Jackson. He gets up, and runs to the ropes again, this time coming back for a leg drop! Jackson is crushed under the weight of the big man, but still won’t give up. Gustav stands and pulls Jackson’s head between his legs, shouting out to the crowd that he is going to end this. He pulls Jackson up for a powerbomb, but Jackson wakes up at the last moment, as he is sitting on Gustav’s chest! He starts to punch the giant into the face, the head, and grabs onto Gustav so that the big man can’t slam him down.
Taylor: Well this is interesting! Gustav has Jackson up in the air, ready for a powerbomb, but Jackson is fighting back! And if Gustav doe go for the powerbomb, Jackson is in perfect position to pull Gustav down with him, reducing the power or countering.
Romano: The fans are loving this feat of strength, but how long more can Gustav hold Jackson up like that!
As Jackson punches down onto Gustav’s head, the Brother of Valhalla tries to shimmy Jackson back into a suitable powerbomb position, but can’t seem to manage it, and Jackson counters. He spins on the big mans shoulders, now sitting in an electric chair position, and rolls backwards pulling Gustav with him into a huge frankensteiner! The whole crowd jump up cheering on Jackson as he lands an amazing feat of athleticism. With Gustav rolling on the mat, Jackson pops up and walks off his exhaustion, making his way a little too close to the Brothers corner. Bjark reaches in a slaps Jackson as he walks by, which results in them going at it fist for fist.
Taylor: With a match like this, Jackson really needs to know his territories. He can’t get too close to that corner or he’ll be in harm's way.
Romano: True, but looks like Jackson might get the upper hand here!
As Bjark throw a fist with his weak left arm, Jackson blocks it and grabs his arm, arm barring him over the rope and into the ring! Bjark is in now, but clutching that injured arm of his. Gustav is rising across the way, but the referee is now focused on getting Bjark back out and he doesn’t see Jackson walk calmly to Gustav...and kicked him right into the groin!
Romano: Oh my! I felt that one!
Taylor: Pop Shot from Jackson Steele, as he touchdown kicks Gustav’s manlihood back into his torso!
Jackson follows up the groin kick with a tornado spinning DDT, using the momentum of the spinning giant to further add dizziness and keep the big guy down for long. He walks back to Bjark and the referee who are still arguing, pushes the referee aside and starts wailing on Bjark with fists. He gets the Brother close to the ropes, runs off the opposite side and comes back with a clothesline, driving Bjark to the outside and onto the mat!
Taylor: Jackson just took Bjark out once and for all! The Brother of Valhalla is on the floor!
Romano: And it doesn’t look like he’s doing much moving!
Gustav climbs back to his feet, dizzy and unsteady, and runs at Jackson for a surprise clothesline of his own...but Jackson ducks and runs off the ropes. He rebounds back and takes Gustav down with an impressive gore! Spearing the big man, Jackson immediately climbs onto the giants chest, pulls a leg towards him like a lever and initiates the pin…
ONE…
Bjark is down, he won't be breaking this pin!
TWO…
Hyperion is screaming for Gustav to move, his roars heard from the top of the ramp!
...THREE! He’s done it, Jackson Steele has beaten the Brothers of Valhalla!
Romano: I can’t believe it! Against all odds, Jackson Steele has conquered!
Taylor: I can believe it! Big Poppa Shot is on fire!
Jackson climbs back to his feet, arms in the air to celebrate...but it’s short lived as his music is cut and his attention is now drawn to the crowd of zealots making their way towards the ring.
Romano: This does not look good, Hyperion’s Church are making their way to Jackson now, who just defeated two of their own. And Hyperion himself is walking towards the ring, still pulling eXXXsatcy along in chains. Uncertain of what to do, Jackson remains firm in the ring, not sure if this is his end or what is to happen.
Hyperion: ...you have done well, Jackson Steele...I will honor my words. I hope...no, it shall be...one day I will meet you, in the ring, face to face...I can only hope you give me a good fight…
What happens next is unexpected- the zealots reach into the ring and drag Gustav out, as Derrick Donovan joins them with Bjark. Words are exchanged, and the Brothers of Valhalla makes their way up the ramp escorted by their manager. The zealots also follow, so that the last two standing on the ramp are Hyperion and eXXXstacy. Jackson and Hyperion share a long unbroken stare down, before Hyperion smirks...and drops the chains! He unties eXXXstacy, and without saying another word, turns and walks up the ramp to the back! Chardonnay runs to eXXXstacy and embarces her in a hug, and so does Jackson Steele.
Romano: Well, Hyperion honored his word after all! He has returned eXXXstacy to her man, and reunited the family again!
Taylor: I don’t like it Cassius, one man shouldn’t hold so much power or influence over people. It’s wrong, and Hyperion is just manipulating people through fear now!
Romano: Perhaps Tommy, but what can you do. He’s a so-called God, and this is professional wrestling! ...stay tuned folks as later on we have robots, goths, hillbillies, Kings, Gods and a bear. We’ll be right back after this quick commercial break...
Hanbunko By Stereopony starts to play as Yuuko Koizumi comes out to the ring. In the ring is a podium with what looks like a box underneath the sheet covering it up. She makes her way into the ring after grabbing a mic. She taps it to make sure she’s on before talking.
Yuuko Koizumi: Hello everyone! Thank you for coming out here tonight! Now for those of you who don’t know me, My name is Yuuko Koizumi, I’m the general manager of Sakura Shoujo Stampede. But that’s not why I’m out here.
She paces around the ring a little.
Yuuko Koizumi: No, why I’m out here is something bigger… something far more important! It involves our next show, as well as our next pay per view. Underneath this box is the future… underneath this box is what it means to have trust in someone… to be the pinnacle of this division… underneath this box is…
She rips off the sheet revealing two tag team titles. The strap is black leather and the title itself is shimmering gold. The title has empty name plates on the bottom as well.
Yuuko Koizumi: Next month, February the twenty fourth in Kawasaki, Kanagawa at Sakura Genesis Episode three (“City Lights; Party Life”) The first round of a tag team tournament will be held with teams already drawn and set up. We will realize a bracket in the coming weeks.
Yuuko smiles as she glances back at the tag team titles.
Yuuko Koizumi: There will be eight teams… Every single woman on our roster is eligible for this tournament, everyone except our TV Champion of course, because she will be too busy defending her title next month in our Main Event! Now the name of these brand new tag team titles is what you may be asking your selves…
She walks around a bit more as the crowd chants and cheers, they don’t know what she’s really saying because they don’t speak Japanese, but hey! They see those nice straps in the case and just assume it’s something to do with that.
Yuuko Koizumi: I proudly present to you, The XHF Network… the SSS Fans… These titles here will soon represent our Tenshi no Sakura!
The music hits as Cherry Miyawaki enters the arena with a flag of her dojo around her neck. She walks in the aisle while waving her hand to the crowd as she enters the ring, she spreads the flag and shows it to the four side of the ring while the crowd is throwing red-white colored streamers inside the ring.
Karin Wholfe: “And introducing first from Tokyo,Japan she is 5’3 tall and weighs in tonight… at an undisclosed amount. She is… Cherry Miyawaki!”
"Domesticated Animals" starts and as the instrumental is building up the Japanese fans are clapping with the beat, when the song goes "All for One" Allyson steps out to a moderately big pop and she makes her way down to the ring slapping hands, when she gets to the ring she stares around and gets onto the apron and jumps over the ropes and up to the middle rope with her arms outstretched, she hops down and waits for the bell to ring
Karin Wholfe: “Introducing her opponent from Appleton, Wisconsin she stands at just 5’4 and weighs in at 156 pounds, she is the one, the only, Allyson Hydecker!”
Yumiko Kanagawa: This is a very important match for both women tonight, more so in the fact that one of these ladies are going to be getting their first ever win in the SSS!
Kayako Kai: That’s right! One of these ladies WILL get their first win! And if you ask me i have my money on Cherry. She’s gotten screwed over each time and tonight is her time to shine!
[Sakura Shouj Stampede]
Singles Match
Cherry Miyawaki vs Allyson Hydecker
We cut back to the match and the action has already started. Both women are tied up to feel each other out. Allyson with the in ring experience gets the younger Cherry in a headlock. Allyson gets her to one knee now, before getting back up and grabbing Cherry’s arm, Irish whipping her into the ropes.
Cherry runs the ropes and bounces back with a dropkick to Allyson, She rolls over and grabs her arm, working in some elbows to her arm before wrenching it and transitioning into an armbar. Allyson is close to the ropes though and gets her foot on the rope to break the submission attempt. Both girls stand up and tie up again.
This time Cherry gets an advantage with a hammerlock. Allyson wiggles free and gets an armbar on Cherry. She twists her arm, and then one more time for good measure before dropping down hard and slamming it onto the mat. She drives some knees into her arm before she starts to roll around and eventually get some distance, with Cherry sitting in the corner now.
She gets up holding her arm, before she is met with a Record Smash, rocket kick from Allyson. She hits the mat hard as Allyson goes for a pin attempt. She only gets a one count though as Cherry kicks out with authority. Cherry rolls out of the ring to get some space and catch her breath as she slaps her arm to get some feeling. Allyson soon follows her outside as well, but Cherry runs in again. Allyson slips into the ring, but is met with a stiff knee to the face as she works herself up to one knee. This time Cherry goes for the pin, but only gets a one count as well.
Yumiko Kanagawa: So far this has been a very even contest with both women getting a small advantage, But what i wanna know, Kai-san is when will these ladies get their big break?
Kayako Kai: You know Kanagawa-san, i think just one slip up is all it takes for one of these two to get a loss or win. Their both very even so far.
Both ladies looking frustrated now as the crowd begins to cheer and roar for their favorite wrestler, and just like the women, the crowd is pretty back and forth with who gets the audible cheers too. Both ladies are riled up now, Cherry gets in the face of Allyson and pushes her. Allyson gets back into the face of Cherry and pushes her back. Both ladies get into the middle of the ring and trade off hard hitting stiff strikes to each others mid sections and bodies.
Allyson gets off two lariates before going for a huge chop, but the chop and her ‘95 comeback tour is blocked as Cherry hits a thunderous roaring elbow into the mouth of Allyson Hydecker.
Kayako Kai: With that Kinshincho Elbow Allyson looks like she screwed up on her lipstick!
Yumiko Kanagawa: She sure is bleeding now!
Allyson hits the floor and seeing this opportunity, Cherry climbs the ropes. She gets up to the top before jumping off and going for her variation of the Insane Elbow. She took too long or Allyson saw it coming though, because Allyson rolls out of the way making Cherry miss her Jumping Sakura and crash and burn into the mat. She rolls around grabbing her arm and elbow area, screaming in pain.
Allyson charges towards her as she gets up though and hits her with a double foot stomp. Not the diving variation of her Death By Hydecker, but still effective, as she goes for the pin on Cherry.
1!
2!
No! Cherry’s arm landed on the rope and the ref saw it!
Yumiko Kanagawa: By sheer luck or determination Cherry got her arm on the bottom rope to stop the pin!
Allyson looks upset and frustrated as she gets up. She picks up Cherry and lifts her up onto her shoulders and charges into the other corner, hitting Cherry with a lawn dart, she calls the Tall Deck. Cherry goes face first. When we see her next we see blood running down her face from either her nose or forehead. She starts to scream and roar as she looks at her hands and looks down at the mat below, noticing she’s been busted open.
She charges Allyson and hits her with a barrage of punches and slaps. Allyson gets beat to the corner, and Cherry lifts her up to the top rope. She climbs up high and hits an avalanche suplex on Allyson! Both ladies lay in the ring for a little while longer before Cherry crawls to a pin attempt.
1!
2!
NO Kick out!
Cherry and Allyson get back up to their feet, albeit a little more groggy and a little more bloody since the beginning of this match up. Allyson screams some more as she hits another Record Smash on Cherry. She picks her up onto her shoulders and runs to the center of the ring before she drops Cherry onto her neck, hitting her running death valley driver called…
Yumiko Kanagawa: Greetings From Appleton! That’s gotta be it!
Kayako Kai: But we’re in Minneapolis and in Minnesota! Not Appleton!
Yumiko Kanagawa: No that’s her finisher’s name, not our location!
Kayako Kai: I knew that! Hey, don’t you laugh at me! I knew that!
Anyway back to the match Allyson rolls over and goes for the pin.
1!
2!
3!
Karin Wholfe: “And the winner of this match… Allyson Hydecker!”
Yumiko Kanagawa: She did it! Allyson finally won a match in SSS!
Kayako Kai: Shut up! It’s because of this American air and all of these idiots who actually think the Vikings have a chance at the Super Bowl, ruining everything! And to think Cherry might actually go on excursion and have to wrestle for a place like this again!
We cut back to the ring where Allyson celebrates her victory. Cherry is just coming to as she looks up at Allyson, who extends her hand. Cherry takes it and is helped up as the two give a hand shake celebrating in the cheers of the crowd as these two just put on what’s possibly the best match of their careers in the SSS so far.
~Two Days Ago~
The camera fades into a college. The bell rings. A person walks into through the front door the building. It's Dylan Black!
Dylan: I really hope I'm not stuck with the hard ass who's going to give me a hard time for being two minutes late to class.
Dylan navigates through the corridor and finds his class - Room 1213. He enters inside. The entire class turns to him and there are whispers of "Hey, that's Dylan Black!" The classroom is nearly full. Surprisingly, however, there is no professor. Dylan shrugs as he finds the one empty chair in the middle of the classroom and he sits down, ignoring all his "peers." He doesn't consider these people equal to him. After all, he is a professional wrestler, and they're some whiney Massachusetts punks who they they're as cool as him. Anyways, he takes out his pen and notebook, and begins doodling skulls and other cool stuff, waiting for the class to start. He looks up at the board. All it said was Art History 101. Yeah, Dylan Black didn't give two shits about the history of art, but it looked like an easy A and it fulfilled a required fine arts elective.
This was what he thought would be the quickest way out of college.
Voice: "Pssst. Is the professor normally late?"
Dylan Black turns and finds a student trying to talk to him. He doesn't know who the hell he is so he just stares forward, ignoring the freshman. However, the student persists.
Student: "Sorry. I didn't mean to aggravate you, but I'd thought you knew since you two work together."
Dylan becomes more annoyed with the student. He grits his teeth. He would start responding, albeit angrily, if he was pestered one final time. He finds the voice coming to him one more time and that's when.
BOOM. The door slams open. A man smelling like shame and booze waltzes in with a gross sports coat that looked like he brought it in from the Salvation Army. He grabs a piece of chalk and begins writing on the whiteboard.
Viper: Alright fuckheads, my name is Jeffrey Viper and I'll be your professor this class.
Dylan Black begins staring at Viper in awe. His voice is barely audible as he says the first thing on his mind.
Dylan: ...Are you fucking kidding me?
Viper continues writing on the whiteboard with chalk while talking.
Viper: So let's get things straight. You don't like me and unless you're an eighteen year-old blonde with daddy issues, I don't like you. Here's how this class is going to go. I'm going to do Jaegar shots and show you all a ton of dick pics. Are they art? Yes. Will they all be pictures of my dick? No. Will some pictures of my cock slip in? Oh, you bet your ass. Now let me make something clear. This won't be an easy A. This will be hard work. Not soft work. Not flaccid work. Not the kind of work that you need to get a prescription of Cialis and hope to god they do their fucking job this time. NO. THIS WILL BE HARD WORK. Oh, and you probably won't pass until you bribe me.
Dylan begins gritting his teeth, becoming increasingly frustrated with this course and, of course, the behavior of its instructor. Jeffrey Viper walks over to the television. He pulls out a movie and puts it in.
Viper: So we're going to watch 'Suck My Hot Dot', the latest porno by Jackson Steele.
Some of the people clap or cheer. I mean, sure, Jackson Steele's wang is going to be seen, but at least there are naked women so it can't be that bad.
Viper: Oh, but I digitally edited all the naked women to pictures of Jackson Steele's cock. Buckle in, because you'll see more kickstands than a 1950s bicycle shop.
Dylan: Augh, fuck this. I'll take an F over some washed up has-been's cock.
Dylan Black had it. He just had it. He stood up and stormed out the door. The other students just looked. Jeffrey Viper looked with a smirk.
Viper: I guess this asshole didn't care about his education. See, I care about your education. So yeah. Take a look at this cock. You see the veins over here?
And the camera fades to the next match.
Bob Mooney: This next contest is scheduled for one fall! Featuring first the challenger from Riot Star Wrestling...Elizabeth “Apathy” Devereaux-O’Rourke!
The sound of a vintage picture reel began to click and pop, the screen illuminating up counting down like a picture show. The pops, scratches, nicks and debris covered the screen, the numbers counting down, 5...4....3....2....1....as the reel continued, the screaming sounds of Lizzy Hale tore through the arena and the melody and guitar began to pick up. On the screen, a barrage of action shots from Apathy's career, centered and fixated, like an old film would. As the arena went down, red and white lights bathing the fans in a sea of color, Elizabeth emerged, arms held high, a smirk on her face, the boos chorusing from the rafters to the front row. Eyes closed, she sucked it all in, as the haunting sounds of "I Miss The Misery" filled the arena and surrounded her.
"Ohhh, I miss the misery!
I've been a mess since you stayed,
I've been a wreck since you changed,
Don't let me get in your way,
I miss the lies and the pain,
The fights that keep us awake-ake-ake
I'm tellin you!"
She took her time down the ramp, egging on those who stood opposing her and spouting off insults of her own, laughing at the crowds and waving them off, dismissively. She rolled into the ring, and ran to the far corner, thrusting her fist into the air and sending a hand sign with her free hand, to her daughter at home.
"I miss the bad things,
The way you hate me,
I miss the screaming,
The way that you blame me!
Miss the phone calls,
When it's your fault,
I miss the late nights,
Don't miss you at all!
I like the kick in the face,
And the things you do to me!
I love the way that it hurts!
I don't miss you, I miss the misery!"
With the crowd throwing some debris in the ring, she hopped down the turnbuckle and ran to the other on the far side, again throwing her fists into the air, a smug, cocky, careless look on her face, taunting at the crowd, working them up.
"Just know that I'll make you hurt,
(I miss the lies and the pain what you did to me)
When you tell me you'll make it worse
(I'd rather fight all night than watch the TV)
I hate that feelin inside
You tell me how hard you'll try
But when we're at our worst
I miss the misery"
Joey: This Apathy girl seems like she’s been around the wrestling ring a time or two.
King: I think I’ve seen them puppies someplace. Was it Playboy? Penthouse? Hustler?
Bob Mooney: And his opponent from Premier Championship Wrestling: India...Jax Winston!
The ramp fills with smoke, “Perry Mason” plays throughout the arena and the 6’7” giant, Jax Winston walks to the ring, hitting the hands of a few select fans and continues to the ring. He reaches the steps, and walks up them to get in the ring over the rope, once in the ring Jax raises his fist as the crowd cheers.
King: Wow! He's so big!
Joey: You can say that again!
King: Wow! He's so-
Joey: Alright alright, lets watch the match
[RSW vs PCW:India]
Singles Match
Elizabeth Devereaux-O'Rourke (RSW) vs Jax Winston (PCW)
Apathy and Jaw circle around one another in the ring as the bell is rung to start the match.
Joey: Jax has about a foot and a hundred pounds on Apathy. How does she expect to win?
King: All she has to do is flash those puppies and I’m sure that she can manage a win!
Jax begins the match with a right hand that neary takes Apathy off of her feet. He slams another right hand to her jaw and then another before hitting a clothesline that brings her down to the mat! Lifting a great foot, Jax stomps the middle of Apathy’s midsection and knocks the air straight out of her chest. After another few stomps and kicks, Jax picks her up, and flings her against the corner. Jax follows up, bringing a big foot to Apathy’s forehead, and sending her crashing to the mat! Jax drags her into the middle of the ring and goes for the pinfall, not bothering to hook the leg.
One
Tw-Apathy kicks out!
Jax kneels up, he aims a fist at Apathy’s head to stun her, but she rolls out of the way so that he strikes the mat. Elizabeth jumps to her feet and hits a roundhouse kick to the side of Jax’s head that sends him face first to the mat! Before Jax can make his way to his feet, Elzabeth begins hitting the Garvin Stomp and pummelling him without mercy.
Joey: This Apathy girl seems to know what she’s doing!
King: I would hope so since she’s here!
Elizabeth picks Jaw up into a Death Valley Driver and slams him onto her knee! She then applies a clasped hands reverse sto!
Joey: Says here that was the Dynast Queen Driver straight into the Kiss of Death!
King: The Puppies have it!
The ref checks to see if Jax submits, but seeing as how he is already passed out...he signals for the bell!
Bob Mooney: Winner of the match via submission...Elizabeth “Apathy” Devereaux-O’Rourke!
Elizabeth raises her arms in victory and begins to head to the back while Jax writhes on the mat in pain.
Supremacy returns from a commercial break as the arena fade to almost complete darkness as lightning flashes on the video wall. Thunderclaps are heard as “all the devil's toys” by Deathstars begins to play throughout the arena. Lightning continues to flash on the video wall as a cemetery is panned through. The fans get to their feet as they look towards the stage as it erupts in flames. Red Dragon rises to the stage from below. Scanning the crowd he grins and begins a slow walk towards the ring as a blood-red spotlight is on him. Once at ringside he slides under the bottom rope and rolls up to his feet as a Pentagram appears in the middle of the ring. Fire erupts from all four corner post as he takes the titles off putting them in the corner before leaning against the ropes with the bloody femur in his hands as he paces around the ring. The fans are not sure who he is and have a confused look on their faces.
Red Dragon: I bet you're standing there with the thoughts running through your head of who I am and why am I in the FWA ring. I have been traveling the globe wrestling with other companies lately.
Red Dragon continues to pace around the ring as the fans are dead silent as they watch on and still trying to figure out who the masked wrestler is.
Red Dragon: I have won titles everywhere I have visited and left a pile of victims along the way. I’m known as a lot of things but most people know me as the Minister of Evil, the Minister of Darkness, or just as Red Dragon.
The fans that do recognize his name start to boo as a smile forms on his face.
Red Dragon: So it seems that some of the fans have heard of me and don't really care too much about my reputation. But honestly, I don't give a fuck if you like me or not. I’m not here to make friends or win the fans over. I’m here to win titles and continue the pile of victims along the way.
Red Dragon starts to laugh but something catches his attention. In the front row, there is a fan wearing a Lethe t-shirt. The fan is booing Red Dragon as he walks over to the ropes to get a better view of the fan...
Red Dragon: You're just like rest of the sheep in this arena. That will cheer for anyone they are told to. Let me guess you have her posters on your wall at home?
Fan: Yes I do.
Red Dragon climbs out of the ring and walks over to the fan.
Fan: Lethe believes in honor and cares for the fans. I bet you believe that she is a good champion for the FWA.
Red Dragon shakes his head as he grabs the fan by the collar and pulls him close to his face.
Red Dragon: So you think she deserves to be called a champion? Let me guess you don’t like me?
Fan: Once she gets her hands on you it will be over. She will kick your ass all over the ring and prove why she is the FWA champion.
Red Dragon pulls the fan over the barricade and throws him under the bottom rope into the ring. He slides in as the fan crawls to the corner trying to keep Red Dragon away from him.
Red Dragon: Are you scared of the unknown and what I’m capable of doing within these ropes.
Red Dragon grabs the fan by the shirt to pull him back to his feet as Red dragon gets face to face with the fan.
Red Dragon: Do you want to play a game?.
The fan is shaking as Red Dragon grabs the fan by the neck and starts to put pressure on his throat.
Red Dragon: Tonight everyone will be reminded of what true agony is all about and I will show you what I am capable of on this fan. You'll find out soon enough. Does that upset you or disappoint you? It shouldn't. After all, one does not become a champion and does not survive in this business as long as I have, by giving their secrets away. I will tell you, Everyone I have faced off before has only seen a part of what I’m capable of doing within the ring. You don't know who I am. You don't know what I am capable of doing, not entirely. The one thing you can predict about me is that I will be unpredictable. I might fight you straight up, I might cheat, I might even go out of my way to hurt you. You just really don't know. It really depends on how I feel that day, and whether or not I respect you enough. Thing is, if I respect you, I might cheat anyway, just to prove a point. I might try to hurt you, just because I can. If George tells me to do something, I tend to listen. That's not always a good thing for whoever is in the ring with me.
Red Dragon releases the pressure off the fans throat but still has a hold of him.
Crowd: LET HIM GO!!!!
The crowd is mixed with that chant and boos as Red Dragon is enjoying every minute of it as he looks across the crowd.
Red Dragon: That could be a very bad thing for whomever I face.
Red Dragon reapplies the pressure on the fan's neck.
The crowd gets louder as Red Dragon glances into the fans eyes as you can see tears building up.
Red Dragon: Do you honestly think I care if this fan gets hurt or not? I bet the bosses are in the back trying to get security together to come stop me from hurting you. What do you think I should do to this fan ?? Should I let him go or make an example out of him? That is a very good question.
Red Dragon releases the pressure as he looks towards the stage. Red Dragon leans down to get eye to eye with the fan.
Red Dragon: Take a very close look in my eyes and you will see nothing but pure evil in them.
Red Dragon slams the femur in the man's face as blood starts to trickle down onto the mat. He drops the femur and grabs the man by the hair to pull him to his feet before picking the man into position for a vertical suplex before he before he drops the fan into a piledriver. The fan lays motionless as security and medics come running towards the ring. Red Dragon stands over the fan with a sinister grin on his face.
Red Dragon: Welcome to my Hell!!!!!
Security is running down the ramp as the boos from the fans get louder and louder. Red Dragon holds his arms up in the air as “all the devil's toys” by Deathstars starts to play. Arena becomes pitch black as lighting hits all four ring post with a loud explosion. By the time the lights come back on the only person left in the ring is the injured fan. Security and medics go into the ring to check on the injured fan as it fades off to another commercial break.
The camera focuses the aquariums full of fire ants. There are a total of 4 aquariums large enough for a man to fall into. And these ones are quite big in order to fit the giant competitor that FWA is known for.
The camera switches so the fans can take a closer look at each aquarium. They're almost full of fire ants.
Alexander Socrates: I wouldn't like to be in any of this competitors position tonight, Nikkoli.
Nikkoli Putski: I'm not feeling well at all. This is crazy, Alexander!
Mika Vladimir: "Ladies and Gentleman, welcome to the first ever FWA FIRE ANT DEATHMATCH! as you can see we have 4 big aquariums spread outside the ring. There can only be one winner! In order to win a competitor has to put his opponent inside one of them. Our staff is near this aquariums to make sure is safe for everyone, given they're full of FIRE ANTS!"
The arena goes crazy as Mika Vladimir announces the stipulations of the match the fans seem to love this kind of dangerous matches.
Alexander Socrates: Did you know that unlike many other ants, fire ants bite only to get a grip and then string and inject a toxic alkaloid venom called solenopsin. For humans, this is a painful sting and the after effects can be deadly to sensitive people.
Nikkoli Putski: A friend of mine was once bitten, he said it feels like a burn.
Mika Vladimir: " Introducing first, the man who is chaos himself, weighing 235 pounds, from Plymouth, England, CHAOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOSSSSSSSSSSSSS KID!! "
Chaos Kid theme music hits the speakers and he comes out! He brings a pair of wristbands today and he adjusts them and looks at the fans and starts walking towards the ring looking very focused, the present crown in the arena supports him.
Alexander Socrates: Chaos Kid is a fine competitor, this man has a lot of resilience and tonight he will have to face a giant problem.
Nikkoli Putski: The fans like him, he always gives his best on the ring. He his 100% focused and finds no excuses for himself. He returned quite well into the rings. Some people just stay out of business after such thing.
Alexander Socrates: It's passion for wrestling! Passion, Nikkoli!
Chaos Kid is in the middle of the ring when the lights go out to darker the arena. Druids come out and hold up torches as Rob Wyatt's theme hits the arena speakers.
Mika Vladimir: " And his opponent, weighing 392 pounds, from Houston, Texas the self-proclaimed Doctor of Chaos, the giant, ROOOOBBBBBBB WYATT! "
Fans boo Rob Wyatt's as he walks to the rings, the druids keep holding the torches as Rob Wyatt climbs the steel steps to open his arms out, feeling himself like a god.
Alexander Socrates: This man is a giant, Nikkoli! Rob Wyatt is unnaturally big and agile, the amount of brute force he uses in every single move is unbelievable.
Nikkoli Putski: I would dare to say that he is one of the XHF Network tougher competitors. He can end a match in a second. Chaos Kid really is going to have a tough match tonight.
Alexander Socrates: But he doesn't look afraid at all. Chaos Kid has fought even bigger obstacles in his life. And certainly, he is confident about overcoming this one.
Nikkoli Putski: Won't be easy to put such a giant in a big aquarium and the advantage is certainly on Rob Wyatt's side.
[FWA vs AWF]
Soviet Chaos Fire Ant Deathmatch
Rob Wyatt (FWA) vs Chaos Kid (AWF)
Both wrestlers are in the wrestling ring and prepared when the referee signals to ring the BELL! Both wrestlers circle each other, Rob Wyatt tries to punch Chaos Kid! Nice dodge by Chaos Kid under Wyatt's arm and Chaos Kid gives several kicks in the legs of the giant, putting him up against the corner. Chaos Kid is already focusing the giant legs! That's smart Nikkoli! If he can wear down the giant legs maybe he can even the size advantage. Rob Wyatt retaliates with a Punch and he holds Kid by the neck and sends him flying to the corner. That's strength! But it isn't going to be so easy for Wyatt, as he goes for another big Punch and Chaos Kid again uses his agility to dodge it. Chaos Kid jabs the giant two times and goes for a kick to the thigh! Ouch! He continues jabbing Rob Wyatt.
Alexander Socrates: OH OH. Nikkoli! Rob Wyatt looks mad and not even another kick to the thigh is hurting him.
Nikkoli Putski: As Chaos Kid continues jabbing and walking backward in front of the Wyatt, he finds himself against the corner.
Wyatt tries another big punch to Chaos Kid, but once again, with his agility, he dodges! Wyatt is against the corner now shifting positions with Chaos Kid. Chaos Kid climbs to the second rope and gives several Punches on Wyatt's head. Wyatt holds Kid and simply uses his strength to send him flying with impact to the mat. Chaos Kid quickly stands up and once again runs and goes for the second rope Punching on Wyatt's head.
Alexander Socrates: The fans like it!
They support Chaos Kid, who is trying everything to wear down Rob Wyatt.
Nikkoli Putski: Chaos Kid has to hit and run tonight because if Rob Wyatt holds him it can be devastating for him and he knows it!
But once again Rob Wyatt throws him into the mat but this time he goes after Chaos Kid and Punches him!
Nikkoli Putski: As Wyatt goes for another Punch Chaos Kid manages to revert it to a Wrist Lock!
Chaos Kid applies pressure on Wyatt's wrist and puts him up against the corner again! He stops the hold and now tries to send Wyatt on an Irish Whip throwing him by the arm he just wore down.
Nikkoli Putski: That wasn't a smart move as Wyatt reverts with his power and sends Chaos Kid into the corner.
Alexander Socrates: OUCH!! Chaos Kid hits the turnbuckle very hard with his back and goes straight to the mat.
Nikkoli Putski: Look at that beast opening his arms out!
The fans reply him with loads of "boos".
Nikkoli Putski: Sometimes I don't understand them, Alex! It is beautiful to see such an athlete like Rob Wyatt!
Alexander Socrates: NO, NIKOLI! HE'S UNNATURAL! Have you ever seen Frankenstein? It's almost the same thing here, Nikkoli!
Nikkoli Putski: Whatever you say, Alex... Chaos Kid might be injured after that one though, as Rob Wyatt picks him up.
Irish Whip by Wyatt! Goes for the Clothesline! Chaos Kid dodges, goes into the opposite ropes, only to find Wyatt's arm that lifts him up high in a Gorilla Press!
Nikkoli Putski: LOOK AT THAT POWER, AS! He is holding Chaos Kid up high for more than 10 seconds and Chaos Kid starts to shake his legs to unbalance him! ROB WYATT IS MOVING NEARER THE ROPES, HE WILL THROW CHAOS KID TO THE OUTSIDE!
Alexander Socrates: Rob Wyatt was way too cocky and displaying his power only gave Chaos Kid time to recover and now he releases himself from the Gorilla Press!
Chaos Kid quickly bounces on the ropes, runs towards Wyatt! WYATT SENDS CHAOS KID FLYING INTO THE OUTSIDE!!
Alexander Socrates: OH MY GOD! FACE FIRST INTO THE AQUARIUM! CHAOS KID IS IN DANGER NOW!
*REPLAY*
Chaos Kid releases himself from the Gorilla Press. Bounces on the ropes. Rob Wyatt moved to the opposite ropes and bend himself right when Chaos Kid was arriving. Holding just one leg he lifted and sent Chaos Kid into the outside in a sort of a Back Body Drop. Chaos Kid flipped in the air falling with his chest on the floor and his face hits brutally the aquarium!
Nikkoli Putski: You know what I have to say, Alex? TRUE POWER! I LOVE THIS!
Alexander Socrates: How can you say that? Chaos Kid is lucky to be moving after that one. The salesman didn't lie about the aquarium's resistance.
Nikkoli Putski: Look at Rob Wyatt's smile as he sees Chaos Kid fallen on the floor.
Alexander Socrates: Is that Blood, NIKKOLI? IT IS! CHAOS KID IS BLEEDING. THIS CAN BE OVER QUICKLY!!
Rob Wyatt opens his arms again. The crowd starts singing for Chaos Kid!
"CHAOS KID! CHAOS KID!"
Rob Wyatt doesn't like it at all and goes quickly to the outside. He has a devastating look on his face as he gets more boos from the arena.
Nikkoli Putski: I will like this! And to remind the fans at home this is a no disqualification match. SO THERE ARE NO COUNT-OUTS!
Chaos Kid slowly tries to get to his feet as he starts to lose blood.
Nikkoli Putski: That won't happen look at him crawling, ALEX!
Rob Wyatt is searching something under the ring.
Alexander Socrates: ROB WYATT FINDS A STEEL CHAIN! AND NOW HE HITS CHAOS KID'S BACK WITH IT! SOMEONE DO SOMETHING, NIKKOLI! HE IS MENTAL!
Nikkoli Putski: NO Disqualifications, AS. No Disqualifications... *small laugh*
Alexander Socrates: What's wrong with you today, Nikkoli?... Rob Wyatt puts the chain around Chaos Kid's neck and now he suffocates him.
Nikkoli Putski: This isn't the first time Wyatt uses this tactic. This man is methodical! Why do people hate him?
Rob Wyatt chokes Chaos Kid for quite some time and the blood loss is evident on Chaos Kid's face. The arena boos Rob Wyatt who clearly is enjoying the pain putting his tongue out of his mouth as he is inflicting loads of pain on Chaos Kid that somehow still has his eyes open.
Nikkoli Putski: Look at Chaos Kid resilience. Like you said earlier, Alex, passion!
Rob Wyatt doesn't like that at all and brutally sends Chaos Kid face to the floor. He screams now with his arms open! Rob Wyatt picks the dazed Chaos Kid up. He hits him with several Elbows on the head!
Alexander Socrates: Chaos Kid doesn't have any energy left, NP! But the fans never give up on him, like he never gives up! It's beautiful to hear people chanting his name.
"CHAOS KID! CHAOS KID!"
Nikkoli Putski: That won't help him while he is in the hands of the man who is proving to be the real Chaos! The Doctor Of Chaos! Who now lifts Chaos Kid up and drops his head on the protective barrier.
Alexander Socrates: CHAOS KID IS REALLY LOSING SOME BLOOD NOW. Rob Wyatt bashes his head again and again!
"CHAOS KID! CHAOS KID!"
Rob Wyatt tells the fans to shut up as he holds Chaos Kid head! The fans simply ignore him and continue chanting for the English wrestler. Rob laughs at them and he is going to bash Chaos Kid head again!
Alexander Socrates: YES! YES! CHAOS KID PUTS HIS FOOT ON THE BARRIER AND STOPS ROB WYATT! CHAOS KID IS BUILDING UP STRENGTH!
Nikkoli Putski: THE CHANTS GO EVEN LOUDER AS CHAOS KID RAISES HIS ARM WHAT A ATMOSPHERE WE HAVE HERE TONIGHT, Alex!
"CHAOS KID!!! CHAOS KID!!!!"
Alexander Socrates: ELBOW FROM CHAOS KID TO THE GUT! ANOTHER ONE! ANOTHER ONE! CHAOS KID IS BACK!
Nikkoli Putski: Not for long, Alex! The known as KO PUNCH FROM ROB WYATT CONNECTS AND CHAOS KID USES THE BARRIER TO KEEP HIMSELF UP! WHAT A STRIKE!
The crowd boos
Alexander Socrates: NO!...
Nikkoli Putski: Yes! Rob Wyatt wants this to take no longer he sends Chaos Kid with an Irish Whip!
Alexander Socrates: Chaos Kid REVERSES IT OUT OF NOWHERE! ROB WYATT'S KNEES MEET THE STEEL RING STEPS AND HE ALMOST FLIPS OVER THEM!!
Nikkoli Putski: The steel steps moved completely out of place given Rob Wyatt's size.
Rob Wyatt is badly hurt in his knees and Chaos Kid might have bought some time to recover. The fans are cheering for him as he raises his arm and cleans his eyes, they are covered with blood.
Nikkoli Putski: That move could have broken Rob Wyatt's legs. No matter how big he is. He's still human!
Alexander Socrates: I'm not sure about that, Nikkoli! But that was an amazing move by Chaos Kid! Who is amazing me tonight with the hearth that he is showing and how important it is for him to be here and to take on FWA! Only XHF Network can produce this kind of matches.
Nikkoli Putski: Chaos Kid now moves towards Rob Wyatt and does a Knee Buster on the outside floor! IS REVENGE TIME, ALEX!
Chaos Kid picks up the ring steps and he hits Rob Wyatt's Knee with them! AGAIN! And he throws them away!
Nikkoli Putski: Chaos Kid is on fire!
Alexander Socrates: He knows that he can't stop now cause the blood loss can be crucial for him! He picks Rob Wyatt up who has the right leg crippled after such an impact! Chaos Kid showing why he is considered as one of the greatest promises in the UK!
Nikkoli Putski: NOW WHAT? CHAOS KID APPLIES A FRONT HEADLOCK! HE OPENS HIS ARM! SNAP DDT ON THE STEEL STEPS!
Alexander Socrates: CHAOS KID HAS LOST TOO MUCH BLOOD HE FALLS TO THE GROUND ASWELL AND IS BREATHING DEEPLY! BOTH MEN ARE ON THE FLOOR HERE ON THE FIRST FIRE ANT DEATHMATCH! AND THIS IS GOING DOWN TO HISTORY!
The crowd is buzzing and both men are on the floor as Rob Wyatt turns himself face up!
Alexander Socrates: HE IS ALSO BLEEDING, NIKKOLI! YOU WERE RIGHT! Maybe he is human after all, Nikkoli!
"CHAOS KID! CHAOS KID!"
Nikkoli Putski: A very open and entertaining bout that these two athletes are bringing to us tonight, Alex! That's why I'm XHF subscriber!
Alexander Socrates: You seem quite a salesman to me!
The crowd cheers for Chaos Kid as both men start to get to their feet. Chaos Kid is shaking his head probably he is dazed after the blood he lost. Rob Wyatt uses the apron and rolls himself into the ring.
Alexander Socrates: He wants to keep breathing in order to recover, if this was a cartoon you could see stars around his head after that Snap DDT, Nikkoli.
Chaos Kid gets back up and rolls into the ring as well. Both men use the ropes assistance to get back on their feet. Both men trade blows in the middle of the ring!
Nikkoli Putski: I guess Chaos Kid blood loss is affecting him. He doesn't want this trade.
Alexander Socrates: A vicious kick by Chaos Kid into the crippled leg of the giant Rob Wyatt! You might want to take those words out, Nikkoli! Rob Wyatt seems to be hurt badly! MULTIPLE KICKS TO THE CRIPPLED LEG OF ROB WYATT!
Nikkoli Putski: The crowd loves it! Chaos Kid is going for his SUPERKICK! His known combo! The Crowd stomps the floor!
Alexander Socrates: SUPERK... NO!!!! ROB WYATT DUCKS! HIGH-ANGLE BACKDROP! INTENSE ONE!
Nikkoli Putski: Chaos Kid falling over his neck! Rob Wyatt starts to get back up but is leg might be really injured.
Rob Wyatt picks Chaos Kid up and screams out loud! "KILLJOY"
Nikkoli Putski: THAT'S HIT! HE ANNOUNCED IT!
Alexander Socrates: Rob Wyatt is going to apply is Electric-chair Powerbomb and the crowd can't react, CHAOS KID IS IN DANGER NOW!
Nikkoli Putski: THAT'S TERRIFYING! WHAT GOES UP MUST COME DOWN! KILLJOY BY ROB WYATT! KILLJOY!!!!!
Alexander Socrates: THIS MATCH IS FINISHED HERE, NIKKOLI! ONLY A STEEL MAN COULD RESIST THAT IMPACT, NIKKOLI! THAT POWER! A KILLER MOVER, NIKKOLI!
Nikkoli Putski: THE ARENA IS QUIET AS ROB WYATT SCREAMS WITH HIS FACE COVERED IN BLOOD! HE LOOKS PLEASED!!
Alexander Socrates: A monster like him is always proud of inflicting pain! He lost too much blood already and now falls to the floor.
Nikkoli Putski: LOOK AT THAT, ALEX! Rob Wyatt won't stay fallen for too long and doesn't want Chaos Kid to recover to make sure he finishes this match now! He applies a Sleeper Hold!
Alexander Socrates: The floor his full of blood from both athletes in this extreme match! As Chaos Kid is beginning to fall to sleep, Nikkoli!
Nikkoli Putski: I guess that Chaos Kid will soon take another closer look from the fire ants but this time inside the aquarium, Alex!
Alexander Socrates: The idea of it gives me shivers down my spine, Nikkoli.
Nikkoli Putski: LOOK AT CHAOS KID RESILIENCE! He is lifting his arm!
"CHAOS KID! CHAOS KID!"
Alexander Socrates: You have to give love to this crowd that is amazing tonight! CHAOS KID IS COMING BACK TO LIFE! ELBOWS INTO THE GUT OF ROB WYATT!
Nikkoli Putski: ANOTHER ONE! ANOTHER ONE!
Rob Wyatt starts to let Chaos Kid loose. Both men are standing up! Chaos Kid continues to elbow Rob Wyatt but now on the crippled leg! CHAOS KID IS BACK! THE CROWD IS BACK!
Alexander Socrates: Chaos Kid manages to find a way out of the giant's arms! Chaos Kid bounces on the ropes! FLYING FOREARM!!!! HE KNOCKS THE GIANT DOWN!
Nikkoli Putski: The arena is going crazy! I can't believe it! The crippled leg is punishing The Doctor of Chaos! HE IS DOWN, ALEX!
Alexander Socrates: A great opening for Chaos Kid that doesn't want to waste this opportunity and he is going to the top rope!
Nikkoli Putski: A Diving Leg Drop...
Alexander Socrates: ROB WYATT DODGES! CHAOS KID HITS THE FLOOR!
Rob Wyatt is slowing standing up. Chaos Kid rolls to the outside to buy himself some time.
Nikkoli Putski: Another smart move, Alex.
Alexander Socrates: Rob Wyatt with his leg crippled takes some time to get out of the ring...
Chaos Kid looks recovered as both men trade blows near the aquarium, blood is everywhere and both men seem very tired. Chaos Kid is still standing after what he has been through in tonight's match! And those fire ants look eager to bite one of them!
Nikkoli Putski: CHAOS KID IS GAINING THE UPPER HAND! PUNCH AFTER PUNCH ON THE OPEN WOUND IN ROB WYATT'S HEAD! HE IS DAZED!
Alexander Socrates: CHAOS KID BASHES ROB WYATT'S HEAD IN THE AQUARIUM!
Nikkoli Putski: HE BECOMES SOMEWHAT HARDCORE IN THIS MATCH, ALEX! AGAIN! AND AGAIN! HE LIFTS HIS ARM AND HE SCREAMS!
Alexander Socrates: THE FIRE ANTS ARE EAGER TO MEET ROB WYATT! CHAOS KID IS LIFTING HIM! THIS MIGHT BE OVER!
v ROB WYATT IS TOO HEAVY AND CHAOS KID IS TO TIRED! THIS IS BEING A DIFFICULT JOB FOR HIM!
Alexander Socrates: ROB WYATT PUTS CHAOS KID OVER HIS SHOULDER! OH NO! HE WILL SEND HIM INSIDE THE AQUARIUM NOW, NIKKOLI! THE CROWD IS BUZZING AT THE MOMENT! CHAOS KID IS SHAKING HIS LEGS!!!
Nikkoli Putski: THE CRIPPLED LEG OF ROB WYATT IS STILL PUNISHING HIM! CHAOS KID MANAGES TO FIND THE APRON! HE IS SAFE FOR NOW!
Alexander Socrates: What a great match, NIKKOLI! I'm almost having a heart attack at the moment!
Nikkoli Putski: Chaos Kid stomps Rob Wyatt in the head! He has to get away from the beast!
Alexander Socrates: Chaos Kid goes into the top rope, trying to escape Rob Wyatt's power. If he grappled him on that position the match could be over quickly! Both men are exhausted!
Nikkoli Putski: Rob Wyatt climbed the apron! Chaos Kid tries to punch him but gets blocked!
Alexander Socrates: VICIOUS STRIKE BY ROB WYATT! ANOTHER ONE! CHAOS KID IS DAZED IN THE TOP ROPE! THE GIANT STARTS TO CLIMB TO THE TOP ROPE!
Nikkoli Putski: I feel that something is coming, ALEX! ACTS OF VIOLENCE!
Alexander Socrates: HOW DOES THE TURNBUCKLE STAND WITH SO MUCH WEIGHT! 392 PLUS 235 POUNDS ON THE TOP ROPE! THE RING CAN LIFT ON THE OTHER SIDE!
Nikkoli Putski: ROB WYATT HAS THE UPPER HAND! He has Chaos Kid locked in a front Headlock and he signals his Brainbuster onto the top rope turnbuckle!
Alexander Socrates: THIS WILL BE THE END OF CHAOS KID!
Nikkoli Putski: CHAOS KID STARTS TO RETALIATE! OH MY GOD, ALEX! I CAN'T BELIEVE BOTH MAN TRADE BLOWS!
Alexander Socrates: THE CROWD IS BEHIND CHAOS KID! ELBOW SMASH! ANOTHER ELBOW SMASH! KICK TO THE LEG OF THE GIANT!
Nikkoli Putski: THE GIANT MIGHT FALL, ALEX! THE CRIPPLED LEG!
Alexander Socrates: CHAOS KID HEADBUTTS ROB WYATT! AGAIN! AGAIN! AGAIN! AGAIN! HE PUTS MORE BALANCE INTO IT! JESUS!!!!!
Nikkoli Putski: ROB WYATT FALLS OVER THE AQUARIUM AND BREAKS IT! WHAT THE HELL? HE BROKE THE AQUARIUM, ALEX! HE BROKE THE AQUARIUM!!
Alexander Socrates: THE AQUARIUM IS INTO PIECES, NIKKOLI! I CAN'T BELIEVE IT! 392 POUNDS! THOSE AQUARIUMS WEREN'T UNBREAKABLE AFTER ALL, NIKKOLI! ROB WYATT IS FULL OF BLOOD AND GLASS ON HIS BODY! DOES THE INSURANCE COVER THIS, NIKKOLI?
Nikkoli Putski: THERE ARE FIRE ANTS EVERYWHERE, ALEX! CHAOS KID HAS WON! THE CROWD DOESN'T CARE ABOUT THE FIRE ANTS AT ALL! THEY'RE CRAZY! CHAOS KID FALLS TO THE MAT! COMPLETELY IN BLOOD! THE REFEREE RINGS THE BELL!
Alexander Socrates: The staff is trying to help the giant Rob Wyatt getting rid of the Fire Ants! He is completely bitten!
Nikkoli Putski: CHAOS KID STARTS TO GET UP TO THE FANS JOY TONIGHT! Mika Vladimir helps him stand up and raises his arm.
Mika Vladimir: "AND THE WINNER OF THE FIRST EVER FIRE ANT DEATHMATCH, CHAOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOSSSSSS KIDDDDD!"
An American flag drop's from the rafters above the ring. The camera zooms in to see a man wearing a kufi dressed in black standing on the catwalk.
Man: I heard tell McClane that you believe the whole America is the greatest place on Earth lie. My name is Fathi and I am going to use you as an example to awaken the masses. But, to get you into things I want to show you something.
Fathi reaches into his black military-style pants and pulls out a thing of matches. He strikes one and then places it on the flag. As the fire and smoke consume the flag Fathi continues
Fathi: This is just a piece of cloth. It does represent America. My issue is not with the American people, like me. But I do take issue with the corporate stooge, money loving, resource stealing, war mongering, sociopaths. It is time to be AWAKENED!
There is a bright flash of light. As the light goes back to normal Fathi is gone from the rafters. All that remains is a half-burnt American flag
The cameras cut open to ringside where we see, sitting at the commentary table, AXW's head commentator Derrick Donovan, and AWF's color, Tommy Taylor. Both men smile as the camera pans to their announcing desk, in Donovan's hand is a bottle of water, and in Taylor's is a mountain dew.
Derrick Donovan: Here we go, it's the time most fans have been waiting for. Finally, we will see the AWF go head on head with AXW as the AWF Champion, Bobby Barratt goes one on one with AXW's Storm Crow!
Tommy Taylor: This is going to be amazing!
The camera slowly cuts to the entrance ramp. Darkness shrouds the arena as spotlights begin to flicker and a dark humming sound resonates throughout the PA. Druids begin to walk on out of the curtain as the crowd react in excitement and awe. In their hands are burning torches, that they wave around and the fire seems as though dancing fairies in pale moonlight.
Then everything goes completely dark.
As the arena darkens, RATM begins to play. The screen plays a noir image of crows flying around a derelict building. From behind the stage, The StormCrow makes his appearance, holding a bottle of Jack Daniels. Wearing his trademark trench coat and worn top hat, he smiles to the crowd, and parts his jacket to show off the AXW European Title belt around his waist.
Jessie Love: Introducing first... He is the XHF European Champion... Representing "Anonymous Xtreme Wrestling"... He is, The Storm Crowwwww!
The crowd cheer loudly as he slowly walks to the ring, and climbs the ring apron. After entering the ring, he walks to the corner post, climbs up to the second rope, and raises his bottle to the cheering crowd. He takes a big drink and jumps down to the mat, removing his top hat, coat and title belt. He hands them down to the announcers table.
Donovan: He's got one hell of a fight tonight.
Taylor: But look at him Donovan, he's drinking JD!
Crow looks around at the audience as his entrance music dies out and they cheer him, he's been making waves here in the XHF. He nods his head and downs the rest of the bottle as the crowd loudly cheer him on. He does so and everyone applauds his downing of the bottle. He throws it outside the ring to an official, who just manages to grab it without it smashing.
Taylor: How old is he?
Donovan: Late forties I think? He's doing well for his age though, you must admit.
We hear Taylor laugh sarcastically. The Storm Crow marches around the ring waiting for his opponent in Bobby Barratt. He's come alone, Synn and the rest of the AXW lockeroom are no-where to be seen, he wants to go into this alone.
Motherfucker of the Year starts playing over the sound system. The lights drop apart from purple spotlights, which appear to swirl around as if they are looking for someone. They continue searching but no-one appears, the crowd start to get confused and Crow is a bit skeptical in the ring.
Donovan: Where's Barratt?
Taylor: I'm not sure.
Suddenly, a video appears on the screen. We are outside the building looking up into the dark night sky, in the distance we hear the sound of a helicopter and it's beating propellers. Security can be seen holding journalists and reporters back as the helicopter comes into view and slowly declines itself onto the ground. When it does so, the door slides open. Stepping out first are two big, burly security guards, they stand either side of the door. They wait a while before a purple carpet is chucked out of the helicopter and rolled all the way to the entrance of the venue. Then, with Jenny on his arm and his title around his shoulder, steps out Bobby Barratt wearing his own "Prodigy Icon" leather jacket. The crowd pop loudly for him, with the main reaction being a deafening boo.
He begins to walk down the purple carpet as reporters and paparazzi flash their cameras at him, Jenny is all done up and wearing a luxurious purple dress, she's smiling, her teeth being pearly white. The two big security men follow on from behind as Barratt looks calm and collective. He doesn't have time to pose or to look good, it's match time.
Donovan: What a grand entrance!
Taylor: You may love him or hate him, but you can't deny, he knows how to steal the show.
When they reach the entrance the cameras stop and watch him head in, the security shoves all the journalists, reporters and paparazzi away as we see him walk on through the car-park and into the main building. We cut back to ringside with The Storm Crow, who sits upon the announcing desk drinking, with a bottle he has just seemingly found.
Donovan: Well the Storm Crow is right in-front of us, he doesn't look phased at all.
Taylor: How did he get another drink?!
The camera cuts back to Barratt walking down a hallway on his way to gorilla position, everyone has moved out of the way and are watching him and his girlfriend in awe. The two security men are shoving people left right and center to make sure that the AWF Champion can get to the ring safely. After a while, he reaches Gorilla position and stops just outside the curtain, he turns around and standing behind him are the other members of the Icons. They all fist bump Barratt and wish him the best of luck before he gives one big final kiss to Jenny and heads through the curtain.
Taylor: All this hype! I can't wait!
Donovan: This moment will forever live on in the archives of the XHF Network!
The cameras are now on the ramp as the purple spotlights begin searching again. Suddenly, they all converge on one spot, revealing "The Prodigy" Bobby Barratt standing square in the middle of the ramp. His arms spread wide and his head back, drinking in the jeers from the crowd. He lifts the AWF Championship high in the air for the world to see. He slowly makes his way toward the ring, on the whole ignoring the fans reaction.
Donovan: He looks ready.
Taylor: Ready for what? An old man?
Bobby slides into the ring and climbs the turnbuckle, holding his AWF Championship above his head. The Storm Crow, still sitting on the announce desk, shakes his head before grabbing his XHF European title and holding it up. Barratt ignores him and jumps back down, walking to his corner, taking off his leather jacket and stretching on the ropes. The Storm Crow slides back into the ring and stands in the opposite corner as the referee stops them from fighting just yet. Barratt walks into the middle of the ring, trying to get in Crow's face and just shoves the AWF title up. Crow smirks before walking back into the corner, shaking his head.
AWF vs AXW]
Champion vs Champion Match
Bobby Barratt (AWF) vs StormCrow (AXW)
[DING! DING!]
The bell rings and we are underway. Both men meet in the middle and wait for each other to make the first move, no-one willing to do so. Finally, Bobby holds up his arm as though calling for a collar and shoulder-tie-up. Crow looks at the hand, realizing that it's a trap, and shoves his middle finger in the face of Bobby. The whole crowd cheer as Barratt's face turns to an angry red.
Donovan: The Storm Crow is a veteran of the squared circle, he's not stupid enough for that!
Taylor: Yes he is! He's a drunk madman!
Barratt shakes his head before spitting in the eye of Crow! The arena boos him as loud as they can and he just smirks at what he's done. Crow slowly wipes the spit from his face and looks at it in his hand. He shakes his head before spitting in Barratt's eye! The crowd explode with cheers! Barratt wipes his face before spitting at Crow again! Then Crow spits back! The crowd boo and yea with every splash of saliva!
Donovan: This is mildly disgusting.
Taylor: It's Crow's fault, he shouldn't have spat back!
Regardless of who's fault it is, Crow just gives up and headbutts Barratt to the mat! Barratt lays on his back in shock as Crow looks at his fallen body. Barratt, like the coward he is, edges back into his corner and uses the turnbuckles to pull himself up. Crow licks his lips before charging at Barratt in the corner, the AWF Champion moves and Crow's head hits the padding with a thud. He stumbles back around and is met with a kick to the gut, before being dropped with a vicious DDT.
Donovan: Barratt with the DDT!
Taylor: Ooooh!
Barratt quickly covers Crow to try and get this over with but the XHF European champion manages to kick out before the one count. Barratt looks a little surprised and bangs on the mat, he grab's Crow's head and lifts him up to a standing position. He punches him in the gut before whipping him against the ropes and on the rebound hitting a spinning clothesline! Crow falls to the mat again and Barratt once more makes a quick cover.
[...ONE...]
[..TWO..]
[...KICKOUT...]
The AWF Champion hits the mat and checks with the referee that it was only a two, he seems a little frustrated. Barratt brings himself to his feet and bounces against the ropes, looking for a spinning leg drop. The Storm Crow moves out of the way and stumbles onto his knees, where he bounces against the ropes and hits a massive lariat upon his opponent.
Taylor: He nearly knocked his lights out with that one!
Donovan: That was vicious.
Crow pulls himself to his feet and waits for Barratt to rise, when he does so, he hits a big leaping clothesline. Barratt's head bounces on the mat as Crow bounces against the ropes and waits for the AWF Champion to get back on his feet. He does, and Crow charges at him with another leaping clothesline. Barratt hits the mat with a thud as he rolls out of the ring and to ringside, where he tries to catch his breath. The Storm Crow notices this and stamps his foot on the mat as the crowd clap along.
Donovan: Is The Storm Crow looking for a dive here?
Taylor: Impossible!
The Storm Crow bounces against the ropes and dives to the outside over the top rope! The whole crowd explode as Barratt gets flatten by the old man's weight! He rises back to his feet, looks at the announcing desk, picks his bottle of whiskey back up and swigs it down his gullet as the fans cheer him on. Barratt rises to his feet, stumbling, when he is met by a spray of alcohol mist to the face. The crowd love it.
Taylor: Hey! That was uncalled for!
Donovan: I don't think he's breaking any rules.
Crow grabs Barratt and rolls him back into the ring, sliding in after him. He runs against the opposite ropes and on the rebound charges at Barratt with another lariat. But the AWF Champion has other plans, he ducks underneath the attempt and hits the...
[Distortion Kick!]
(Superkick)
The Crowd boo as Crow falls to the mat and Barratt makes a cover.
[...ONE...]
[...TWO...]
[...KICKOUT...]
The Storm Crow just manages to get his shoulder up as the crowd cheer. Barratt looks super angry that he managed to kick out and gets to his feet, he begins to stomp down on the body of Crow and spit on him here and there, the crowd absolutely hate him for doing so.
Donovan: Barratt with some mean stomps!
Taylor: The Storm Crow deserves them!
Barratt takes a step back, brushes his hair, and then goes to stomp down on Crow once more. However, Crow grabs his foot and shoves him off as the crowd cheer, he gets to his knees and begins punching into the gut of Barratt. The AWF Champion tries his best to fight them off but he can't, finally, Crow gets back to his feet and shoves Barratt against the ropes, on the rebound hitting a massive Superman punch! Barratt falls to the mat as the crowd cheer and Crow calls for him to rise again.
Donovan: What a superman punch!
Taylor: That looked like it hurt!
Crow charges at a stumbling Barratt but the AWF Champion kicks him in gut and gets him in a vicious headlock, trying to wear him down. He holds his nose in pain as he does so. The Storm Crow is too strong for him though and manages to hit a massive back body drop to the AWF Champion. Crow gets to his feet and looks at the corner turnbuckle. He smirks.
Donovan: I think Crow wants to go high risk!
Taylor: Bad decision, old man!
The XHF European champion walks over to it and scales the post, the crowd look on in shock and amazement. The Storm Crow looks at a downed Bobby and shouts "Woooooooo" before jumping down for his signature Flying Elbow Drop! The AWF Champion moves out of the way as Crow's elbow hits the mat and he holds it in absolute pain. Barratt slowly gets to his feet and waits for The Storm Crow to rise.
[Distortion Kick!]
(Superkick)
Bobby hits his signature move again as the crowd cheer, this time Crow doesn't fall to the mat, instead stumbling back into the ropes.
Donovan: This doesn't look good for Crow!
Taylor: Indeed it doesn't!
As Crow rebounds back off of the ropes Bobby hits him with the...
[Iconbreaker!]
(Codebreaker)
The Storm Crow's body and face hits the mat with a thunderous bang! The crowd are in shock, there's no way Crow is kicking out, it's all over. Bobby slowly crawls to his opponent and lifts his leg up, smirking, knowing he's won.
[...ONE...]
[...TWO...]
[...KICKOUT...]
The whole arena explodes into massive cheers as Crow just manages to get his shoulder up, no-one can believe it.
Donovan: Two distortion kicks and an Iconbreaker, yet still Barratt can't put Crow down!
Taylor: I hate to say this, but I'm impressed.
Bobby Barratt is furious! He grabs the referee by the shirt and lifts him to eye level, declaring that it was a three. The referee looks absolutely terrified and Barratt lets go of him, he turns around to Crow's still unmoving body. He shouts profanities at him and stomps down on him like before, spitting on him again.
Donovan: Now this is just disrespectful!
Taylor: Barratt doesn't care, he can do what he wants, after-all he is the AWF Champion!
The referee pulls Barratt off of Crow's writhing body and the AWF Champion gets pissed off. He shoves the referee to the mat and stomps on him aswell! The crowd are booing his every move, but Barratt couldn't give a shit what people thought of him. Suddenly Crow begins to pull himself off from the mat, and uses the ropes to bring himself back to his knees. Barratt is too distracted with punishing the referee.
Donovan: Someone stop him!
Taylor: Looks like Storm Crow may be about to!
Barratt turns around, seeing the Storm Crow rise to his feet, he storms over to him but Crow knocks him one in the face as the crowd cheer loudly. Crow begins to fight back against Barratt's charade and he shoves him against the ropes, on the rebound hitting a massive spear!
Donovan: Everyone is out!
Taylor: Who's going to take the advantage?
Suddenly running out from the back are the Icons! The whole crowd explode into a flurry of boos as they run to ringside area. Maverick, Chaos Kid and El Cazador are banging on the ringside for Barratt to wake up. Suddenly, hopping over the guard rail with a steel chair in tow is The Storm Crow's partner, Synn! Synn charges at the Icons first going to hit Maverick over the head with it, but Maverick ducks and Synn is met with a superkick to the face by Chaos Kid! he falls to the floor.
Donovan: It's utter carnage!
The Storm Crow is starting to recover in the ring, he pulls himself up using the ropes when he is confronted by El Cazador, who jumps onto the ring-skirt. Crow charges at him and clotheslines him off when Maverick jumps up on the opposite one. The Storm Crow charges at him and hits a massive big boot to his face, knocking him off the skirt and right into Chaos Kid! The Icons are down. The Storm Crow turns to look at Barratt when...
[ICONBREAKER!]
(Codebreaker)
He nails it as Crow's face crunches into Bobby's knee! He falls to the mat unconscious, slowly he drapes his arm over the XHF European Champion and waits for the referee to stir. The ref, who's dazed and confused crawls over, and counts the pinfall...
[...ONE...]
Taylor: This is it! The AWF have won!
[...TWO...]
Donovan: It's all over!!
[...THREE...]
[DING! DING!]
Bobby Barratt falls off of Crow's prone body and lies on the mat for a while, regaining his breath. The referee has rolled out of the ring and is getting checked on by medical officials. Under the banner of the AWF, Bobby Barratt has defeated Anonymous Xtreme Wrestling. The crowd are booing him, seeing as he did not win cleanly.
Donovan: What a match! It's a sham- HANG ON!
Taylor: Watch out Crow!
All three Icons slide in the ring and begin stomping on Crow's body, Barratt's music cuts out and he gets back to his feet. He spits on Crow and begins stomping down on him aswell. No-one is there to save him. Until suddenly, running out from the back, wearing a leather jacket with an "AXW" logo on it, comes Brad Swann. He slides into the ring and all the Icons stop to look at him. In his hand is a steel chair. He looks at the Icons, Bobby Barratt and then The Storm Crow.
Donovan: Earlier on tonight, Brad Swann claimed that he was going to make a statement! Is this it?
Taylor: Kid, picking a fight with the Icons isn't a statement, it's suicide!
Brad Swann looks at the Icons rearing to go, when suddenly sliding in next to him is Synn. He's recovered from the superkick to the face, it's now two against four. Both Synn and Swann look at each other and nod. The Icons pull up their fists ready to fight, Synn walks towards them ready to swing the steal chair down upon them when...
[CRACK!]
Brad Swann swings the chair down upon Synn's skull. The whole audience react in shock, so do the Icons. Then they begin to slowly laugh, Swann looks at them then smirks. He grabs the AXW logo from his leather jacket and rips it off, revealing the Icons logo underneath it!
Donovan: What the-?!
Taylor: Now THAT's a statement, Donovan!
Swann looks at both Synn and Crow, who lay unconscious on the mat. He swings the chair upon their unconscious bodies as the Icons join back in, beating the living crap out of the Brotherhood. Various ringside officials and security are sent into the ring to try and get them out but The Icons and their newest member, Swann, beat them down aswell. Barratt slides out of the ring, grabs his title and gets a microphone at the same time. As he makes his way back in he begins to speak.
Bobby Barratt: There it is! There lies your XHF European Champion and his friend! Two men who didn't know how to say when! See one thing I have learned lately, is that The Icons isn't just me...It isn't just the men you see before you...It's not even AWF.
He stands in the ring now alongside The Icons and Swann. The newcomer is looking more pumped than ever to be joining such a prestigious group. Barratt slings his AWF Championship over his shoulder and starts walking around the ring in circles, contemplating what to say next.
Bobby Barratt: The Icon brand transcends promotions. It's too big to be confined to just one place! So I give you the first out-of-house Icons' Prospect in none other than Brad Swann!
The Crowd boo heavily as Swann holds his arms out and baits the crowd. He nods his head as though saying "That's right bay bay!". The other Icons are just looking at their new stable-mate and nodding aswell.
Bobby Barratt: Brad here came to me with an offer. He wanted mentoring by THE BEST! He wanted to make sure his career took a similar trajectory in AXW as my own! The same trajectory as Chaos Kid, Maverick, El Cazador and of course, Jack Diamond! I struck a deal with him a while back that would see him apprenticing under us! Now kid don't be disillusioned here. This won't be easy. You're not a "made man" yet! This is going to be tough, but show that same hustle you displayed when you had the gall to approach me back when I invaded AXW and one day....
He pats the Icon logo on Swann's chest.
Bobby Barratt: One day you will be a man, my son!
Bobby Barratt looks Swann up and down, then looks towards his buddies in the Icons. He smirks at the kid before lifting the microphone to his mouth for the final time.
Bobby Barratt: Now you people should be grateful! It means there is more than one place you could see the men in front of you! You never know where The Icons could show up next! Buy those tickets because you don't want to miss it! Icons... Out!
Bobby extends his arm, dropping the microphone as the crowd jeer. Brad Swann approaches Bobby, arm extended to shake his hand. Bobby and the rest of The Icons breeze past him. He looks a little dejected, but brushes it off, kicking the trash that's been hurled back out of the ring as the crowd are turning on him quickly! As the Icons head to the back Swann picks the microphone up for himself.
Brad Swann: Ever since I joined the XHF I've been over-looked! Treated as a wanna-be who's going no-where, but tonight, here in this ring, that all stops! Finally you will stop looking at me as the guy who caused controversy when he was put in the main event of the first ever AXW show, and actually treat me with some dignity and respect! That's all in the past, and while I still may be as green as grass, I won't be laying down for your entertainment any longer! 2018 will be the year of the Icons, and knowing know that I'll be a prospect in the group, that fills me with absolute determination to become the best! Mongo, V, Kosloff, Horton and every other CEO of their respective promotions, you all better watch out... The sirens are calling... For Brad Swann, Icon's protege, has arrived...
With this Brad Swann throws the microphone into ringside area and rolls out of the ring, walking up the ramp as smug as he can be. The whole crowd throw plastic and trash in his way but he just ignores them and joins his mentor, Bobby Barratt, and the rest of the Icons on the ramp. He smirks and they all head to the back as Crow and Synn still stay in the middle of the ring, unconscious.
