XHF Network Presents: SUPREMACY!

[Dave D-Flipz]

XHF Network Presents: Supremacy
January 27, 2019

XHF Sail Barge
International Waters somewhere in the Atlantic
Capacity: 10,000

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*Pyrotechnic go off all over the sail barge as the XHF faithful go absolutely bonkers as the video above plays loud and proud. It is time for XHF Supremacy, Fed Wars on the High Seas. The fans are cheering loud and on their feet as we go down to the commentary table for Joey Hawke and Jerry "the King" Lawler.

Joey: Ladies and gentlemen welcome to the largest XHF Pay-Per-View Card in years. This show is absolutely stacked with matches from all of our representative feds and a lineup of fed warfare matches.
King: That's right Joey we have the Fed Battle royale! We have AWF vs AXW Dragon vs Raymond, we have RSW vs AXW with Filth Factory and Natural Born Chaos. We have the Global Tag Team CHampionship match. We have the XHF X*Crown championship match. We are set for a HUGE night and we are opening with a Greenhouse match featuring the Icons who are on top of the world and ... ugh ... Jeffrey Viper and his bastard son. Let's ... let's get that over with shall we? Then once the Vipers lose we can forget about them.

Bonnie Jenkins: The following contest is scheduled for One Fall!

Crowd: One Fall!!

Bonnie Jenkins: And is a Greenhouse Match for the XHF Tag Team Championships!

The Viper Tron plays as Jeffrey Viper bursts out into the open. He swings his arms into the air and runs his fingers through his chest hair, much to the chagrin and disgust of the fans. He looks back and waves Dylan into the spotlight. Even despite the noise from the arena, Dylan's reluctance makes his sigh nearly audible as he drags his feet into the arena. While Dylan takes his time getting to the ring, trying to stay away from the man who claims to be his father, Jeffrey Viper darts down to the ring. He stops mid-way down the ramp to catch his breath before sliding to the ring. While he describes his ring entrance as sliding, what he does is poke his top half of his body underneath the bottom rope and then kick his feet until he can roll underneath the bottom rope. When Jeffrey actually makes his way inside, Dylan walks his way up the steps. Viper turns around to Dylan and gives him a high five for some camaraderie, but Dylan shakes his head.

Bonnie Jenkins: Introducing first, weighing in tonight at the combined weight of 451 pounds, the team of Jeffery and Dylan Viper, Team Viper!

Hawke: Who would have thought that we'd see Team Viper face for the Tag Team Championships? Especially Jeffery!

King: They deserved every right to be here, and at least Jeffery is wearing clothes.

"Motherfucker of the Year" echoes around the arena as the fans start to boo. Trash starts to hit the ramp because they know what's coming. A few seconds later, Bobby Barratt and Jack Diamond emerge onto the ramp, seeming to enjoy the reaction they are getting. They take a slow walk down to the ring, savouring every boo, jeer and taunt coming from the crowd, while joking amongst themselves. One by one, they step through the ropes, entering the ring before awaiting their opponents. 

Bonnie Jenkins: And their opponents, weighing in tonight at a combined weight of 385 pounds, they are the XHF Tag Team Champions, the team of Jack Diamond and the X*Crown Champion, Bobby Barratt, The Icons!

King: The most decorated Tag Team and Stable within the entire XHF History,

Hawke: There are No One Greater than The Icons...

King: Is James Dragon there?

Hawke: ...

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XHF Global Tag Team Championship Match

Greenhouse Match
The Icons (Bobby Barratt and Jack Diamond) © vs. Team Viper (Dylan and Jeffrey)

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Both teams are in their corners, Jack and Jeffery both start off the match for their teams as the bell rings. 

[DING DING]

Jack and Jeffery go face to face, Jeffery goes for an uppercut and it connects… But Jack takes no effect! Jeffery goes for another uppercut and again, Jack takes no effect. Jeffery goes for one stiff uppercut, and JACK FALLS! HE FALLS DOWN AND JEFFERY IS CELEBRATING! HE CROTCH CHOPS TO THE CAMERA AND SAYS “THAT’S FOR YOU MONGO, YOU CUCK” But Jack kips up, smirks and backs up into the corner. Dylan is trying to get Jeffery’s attention on Jack but Jeffery ignores his son, he finally turns around to Jack and is met with a Shotgun Dropkick, sending Jeffery into the corner. 

King: And that’s what Jeffery gets for being cocky, literally.

Hawke: Please stop making jokes about Jeffery’s dick.

Jeffery crawls over to Dylan and tags him in, Dylan enters the match and takes a punch at Jack with his robotic hand AND JACK IS KNOCKED OUT, THE METAL HAND FLOORED JACK! Dylan goes for the pin on Jack:

[..ONE..]

[..TW- PIN BROKEN BY BOBBY..]

Bobby drops an axe handle on Dylan, Dylan gets on his feet and Bobby clotheslines Dylan over the ropes, sending him to the floor. Bobby rebounds off the ropes and tries to go for a dive through the second ropes but Jeffery sneaked around the ring and lifted a chair between the ropes, just as Bobby was going to go through, the bang from the chair connecting onto the head of Bobby and putting Bobby on his back. Team Viper try and recover from the poor start they had but Jack climbs the turnbuckle, onto the top rope and crossbodies both Vipers.

King: All four men are down, this match is spilling to the outside where anything can happen.

Hawke: This isn’t the E, King. Stop talking like that.

Bobby rolls out of the ring as the other three men get to their feet, Jeffery walks over to Bobby and grabs him in a German Suplex and flings him into the glass wall. The panel doesn’t break but very effective on Bobby who groans in pain. Bobby gets onto his feet and JEFFERY SPEARS BOBBY THROUGH THE GLASS! SHARDS OF GLASS ARE LODGED INTO BOBBY’S BACK! The crowd are extactic after that, chanting “Holy Shit! Holy Shit! Holy Shit!”

Hawke: My god, look at Barratt’s back! Blood is spilling from him and this is the first match of the show!

King: I just want to get to the women’s matches…

Jack gets Dylan back in the ring, he Irish Whips Dylan into the corner and runs after Dylan, hitting a Stinger Splash onto Dylan that he calls the “Diamond Splash” but Dylan uses his forearm to block the splash. He tries to punch Jack but his hand malfunctions, twisting and turning. Jack looks at Dylan with confusion, and then starts laughing.

Dylan: SHUT UP! I FUCKING HATE STAR WARS KAYFABE!

Jack keeps on laughing but Dylan uses his brain and low blows Jack, he backs up into the corner and runs at Jack for

BOUNTY COLLECTION!

Kinshasa

Hawke: BOUNTY COLLECTION!!

King: It’s over! Dylan’s gonna win it!

Dylan goes for the pinfall:

[..ONE..]

[..TWO..]

[..THR- KICKOUT..]

Jack kicks out of the pin, Bobby is finally getting up but there’s no sign of Jeffery at all.

Hawke: Where’s Jeffery?

King: Did he go overboard from the spear?

Hawke: Welp… Rest in Peace, Jeffery.

King: Dylan is fatherless once again…

Bobby gets in the ring and hits Dylan with a forearm, Jack gets up and Dylan is sandwiched between both Icons. Dylan back elbows Bobby and then hits a Spinning Heel Kick to the gut of Jack, Dylan jumps up and hits Bobby with a knee to the jaw and then a Superkick to the knee of Jack. Both Icons are bent over as Dylan runs at the ropes, springboards off the second rope and moonsau- JACK AND BOBBY SUPERKICK DYLAN IN MID AIR!

King: OH MY! WHAT A SUPERKICK!

Hawke: This is The Icons’ time! They have the match in the bag!

Jack climbs to the top rope, Bobby gets Dylan to his feet and put him in position for the Prodigal Arrival, Bobby runs up the turnbuckle and connects the Prodigal Arrival. Jack stretches his arms out, ready to hit the Coup de Grace…

Jeffery: JAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK!!

Hawke: Wait! Is that?

The camera pans over to the sea and we see Jeffery riding a dolphin back to the ship, he’s also fingering the dolphin by its blowhole and water shoots out from it, splashing in Jeffery’s face as he falls back into the sea. Jack can’t believe his eyes, he wipes his eyes to see if he was imagining it all. 

King: Takes squirting to a whole new level...

BUT DYLAN LOW BLOWS JACK! JACK FALLS OFF THE TOP ROPE! Bobby was knocked out by Dylan and is outside the ring. Dylan backs up into the corner, Jack is on his hands and knees from the low blow, Dylan brushes his hair back and sees the opportunity…

THE BLACKOUT MENACE!

Curbstomp

BOBBY’S DOWN, JACK’S OUT, DYLAN MAKES THE PIN!!

Hawke: THIS IS IT!! 

[..ONE..]

[..TWO..]

[..THREE!!!..]

King: THEY DID IT!

“The World Belongs to Me” plays through the PA, Dylan sits up in celebration as Bonnie Jenkins makes the announcement.

Bonnie Jenkins: Here is your winner, and the NEWWWWWWW XHF TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS!! TEAM VIPER!!!

Dylan is handed both Tag Team Championships as he stands up and raises both in the air.

Hawke: The 41st Tag Team Champions… Team Viper, against all odds, wins the match!

King: What a way to kick off Supremacy!

Joey: I ... I don't ... believe it.
King: NOOO I am tired of seeing Jeffrey Viper topless! ANd bottomless! And in general!

A video plays from earlier in the day...

On the back of the ship the camera catches Filth Factory setting up two lawn chairs. Knucks removes his Filth Factory shirt and sets it under the chair. He takes off his boots and socks and he even removes his shorts. He has on the new FIlth Factory boxers and he sets down in the chair and leans back.

A couple of the midgets that have worked with them from Match 1 Day 1 are on the ship with them. Knucks probably snuck them on the ship in his duffel bag. The two midgets have on skimpy bikinis. They also have on little white skirts that the network asked them to wear because it is a family show. One also has a cheap looking coconut drink with a star in it.

KNUCKS: This is fun, It sure beats being in Chicago right now.

Salem takes off his Awoken Basketball Jersey and he drops it under his lawn chair. He then drops his shorts and has on some tight fitting silk underwear. He then puts his boots and socks next to the chair. He turns around with his back to knucks and they say Magical Kitty across his ass. They look a few sizes too small and are pulling up into his ass crack.

SALEM: I don't know man I do like the snow in the mountains better than this hot… you sure this won't make my face melt..

Salem is still standing and knucks looks over as two more midgets approach and walk towards Salem. The first two midgets are lathering on the sun block as knucks looks over and notices that Salem has on what looks like a pair of girl panties.

KNUCKS: The fuck you wearing?

SALEM: SPF 50 in a minute what about you homie?

KNUCKS: UM… yeah I got the same shit anything higher is just fake sun blockin levels… its like the CNN of the news stations. SPF 1000 even the emo kid can go outside now… I am talking about those girl Panties… I thought seeing you naked the other day was the worst thing ever. Um, I change my answer. Those are for girls and you know (whispers) those people.

SALEM: Nah, Man these are dude underwear for real men. I got them from Lilith she said they would bring me special powers in the match. Plus she said it would make my Magical kitty staff look extra thick. That girl was sure excited to give me them…

Knucks almost puked in his mouth… he was so angry that bitch had showed up at the airport… this was business time not fuck the {Mongo Edit: Nah we don't say that anymore} girl with a teddy bear time. This was supposed to be Knucks and Salem on a cruise ship with girls that wanted to fuck.

KNUCKS: When RSW told us it was going to be on a ship… didn't you think it would be a good cruise ship with hot chicks and alcohol and many thongs?

SALEM: you know he did make it sound like it was going to be a party cruise… I figured we would watch the girls on the top deck nude sunbathing and I would stand in the corner and just watch at first… then I would… Dude I miss Lilith I wish she could have come… you said you asked though right and they said she was not allowed to come because, of a female wrestling contract issue?

Knucks was sipping out of a coconut tropical drink cup and he almost spits out the drink at Salem's questions. One of the midgets turns around and knucks uses her skirt to dry his face off as the camera gets a zoomed in Midget thongs covered ass.

KNUCKS: yeah I asked, I was upset as well… so dude I was thinking we got this match coming up and…

SALEM: Dude its so hot out here I feel like my sack is on fire… these silky underwear…

KNUCKS: (cough) Panties

SALEM: Dude its letting the sun in… I need sunblock added....

One of the midgets grabs her bottle of lotion and starts pumping away. The looks on knucks face is priceless.

KNUCKS: Ladies I would ask for the same treatment but I am in a committed relationship now I am having a baby… well candy is… I just fucked her and gave her the D and some seed. But I am going to be a good dad.

MIDGET 1: awesome news Mr. Knucks… However, I am going to miss all those special times we had.

KNUCKS: I know I am going to miss watching your eyes pop out as I shoved it home.

SALEM: LILITH TAKE IT ALL!!!!

KNUCKS: this guy needs help… I would never date a crazy girl…

The camera turns and you see Salem now smiling as the midget is using a towel to clean off her hand.

SALEM: Dude I am pissed now we didn't get the trip we was promised.

KNUCKS: we should go on vacation and skip Anarchy 45… teach these fuckers we are not playing around. Dude I will text Erik…

SALEM: and I will text…

KNUCKS: Don’t even say it don't tell her name… she isn't going….

SALEM: But…

KNUCKS: Awoken Members only…

SALEM: FUCK Dude why you always cock blocking me with her… Candy is fucking crazier than Lilith.

KNUCKS: I thought Candy was crazy to and then she let me know she is protective and extremely jealous. She is just looking out for me… Lilith just wants to kill any woman that gets around you…

SALEM: Candy is the same… she almost killed Jessie…

KNUCKS: Candy doesn't have me wearing lady panties with a stupid name on them.

SALEM: Take it Back!

KNUCKS: DUDE grow up and stop acting like you're a 12 year old girl… Is Kyle coming out .

SALEM: FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCKKK You dick head.

They both start laughing as they watch the waves in the ocean roll pass them. The 4 midgets return with some beers for them. Knucks cracks his first beer. And holds it up. Salem grabs a beer and cracks his open.

KNUCKS: to the greatest tag team in XHF history…

SALEM: Filth Factory…. BITCHES!

The two cheers their beer together and they return their focus up to the sun.

Out from the shadows a pale freckled frame comes lurking up on the vacationing duo. The fiery red head reaches in a small leather bag pulling out a handful of small cockroaches popping them like popcorn as she circles the tag team champions. Cheyenne leans in close to Knucks face still crunching on the hard fast-paced creatures.

“Chey knows!” She says splattering bug intestines on the younger man as she laughs. She suddenly snaps back to the painted man getting in real close as another handful of bugs into her green colored lips.

“Chey knows. Chey will help” guts and shell splatter the face of Salem. The woman runs a small hand down the side of the boys chairs as she slowly backs away. Her laugh fades as she disappears back into the darkness.

SALEM: What the fuck was that…. was that Bug Jizz

KNUCKS: Dude that creepy bitch has been around my apartment building… is she stalking me.

MIDGET 1: she is a wrestler here …

MIDGET 2: Yeah her name is Chey…

KNUCKS: Well what the fuck she got jizz all over you…

SALEM: how is she on the ship but Lilith isn't… you made it sound like the females contracts wouldn't let them…

KNUCKS: OH Shit… did you just see that whale jump!

Salem quickly jumps up to walk over towards the railing to look down at the ocean as the video feed from earlier today plays.


The lights in the building dim as the music kicks in. Coloured lights flash to the beat of the music, on cue with the vocals coming in, Fargo crawls out from behind the curtain and down the ramp. He stops outside of the ring and stands up to check his wrist tape and trunks as he circles the ring. He then climbs up onto the apron and into the ring where he then circles the ring before crouching down in the nearest corner.

Jessie Love: The following match is scheduled for one fall and it is for the number one contendership for the XHF Phoenix Championship! Introducing first from Los Angeles, CA - Scott Fargo!

Taylor: Scott Fargo is here! He's been surging through the AWF ever since his return at Prestige 27!
Romano: If Prestige 27 was any indication of his abilities, there'll be trouble for his opponents tonight.



The lights flicker as the Cuban trumpets signify the arrival of Santiago Espirito Santo!

The crowd boo’s wildly as the man himself steps out from the back with a wry smile. He looks over the heated crowd while mumbling profanities in Spanish. With a shake of discontent, he heads down to the running his fingers through his greasy black hair. He offers a hand to one of the fans but pulls it away screaming profanities again in Spanish at him. Rounding the ring he continues to goad the crowd before climbing the stairs, he steps into the centre and with a sick grin stretches his arms out wide and all goes quiet for a moment.

Silence In the Yard

Doberman’s asleep

Kasabian’s The Doberman echoes throughout the arena as the fans get to their feet, Doberman slowly, patiently walks out from the back and without stopping he heads to the ring his eyes focused on the floor. He rolls into the ring and springs up in front of Santiago Espirito Santo who whispers into his ear still with the sickening smile but Doberman’s eyes never leave the floor.

Jessie Love: And his opponent, from an unknown location - Doberman!

Taylor: Doberman is here! He's unleashed! Who let the dogs out!?
Romano: Please don't you dare try this song. But he has been in a cage of sorts. Now he's unleashed. I'm curious what to make of him and his associate, Santiago Espirito Santo.

The Lights spark out around the area as the unmistakable base rift of No Church in the wild hits the PA System rolling over and over.

Human Beings in a mob

What’s a mob to a king

What’s a king to a god

What’s a god to a non-believer?

Wo don’t believe in anything?



We Make it out alive

All right, all right

No Church in the wild

A spot lights cuts through the air and lands on AJ Spencer clad in his customary armless hoodie standing at the top of the ramp shadow boxing transfixed in his own world. He throws a few lefts and rights then shakes it off and heads to the ring. Slowly he rolls his shoulder and stretching his neck before rolling under the ropes. On jumping up he pulls his hoodie off screws it up and throws it to the crowd before finishing his stretches

Jessie Love: And his opponent - from Victoria, TX - AJ Spencer!

Taylor: AJ Spencer has been with the AWF for about a month and a half now, and while he has lost in his showings, he has never been pinned.
Romano: Nor submitted. He has always been on the cusp of victory and he's always hungry. I can respect a man like that.

The lights cut, it remains silent for a few seconds, until the guitars start playing

He who makes a beast out of himself
Gets rid of the pain of being a man

After those words are spoken, the lights turn from white to red and start to flash with the drums in the song, Kent rises through the stage, a la Gangrel and The Brood.

Caught here in a fiery blaze, won't lose my will to stay

As the lights flash around Kent, there's only one thing that stays still, his face. He looks angry and determined. Once he has risen, he stands still, and looks at the crowd, he soaks in the scene, and continues to move forward.

No oasis here to see, the sand is singing deathless words to me

Kent drops to a knee in the middle of the aisle, when the chorus hits, he pops up, arms extended, almost to a T, he stands still like that for a few seconds, until he decides to pound his chest and keep going, in an entirely new pace, before then he was walking slowly, taking the crowd in, but now he walked down to the ring in a fast, crazy pace, almost to the pace of the song. He walked up the steps, hopped onto the turnbuckle, beat his chest, and roared, he walked over to the camera.

"NOBODY CAN BEAT ME, I'LL MESS EVERYONE UP!"

Kent runs over to the next turnbuckle, the one on the opposite side of the turnbuckle he went to, and repeats the process, beating his chest and roaring. He hops down, tugs on the ropes, and the entrance is over.

Jessie Love: And his opponent - from Notre Dame, Indiana: Kent Matthews!

Taylor: Kent Matthews is here, and he's a blue chipper who wants to make an impact.
Romano: Well he'll have his opportunity tonight. Let's see who comes out on top.

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AWF Showcase Match

Fatal Four Way for #1 contendership to XHF Phoenix Title
Doberman vs. Scott Fargo vs. AJ Spencer vs. Kent Matthews

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The bell rings, and the fans go crazy over these four competitors! 

Taylor: Listen to this crowd!
Romano: The fans are going crazy indeed Taylor, they want to see these four young men prove what they have in the AWF and tonight, on the XHF Network as a WHOLE!

All four men trade glances. Finally, AJ Spencer and Kent Matthews lock up in a grapple. However, after only a moment of jousting for position, both Scott Fargo and Domerman attack both men from the sides, knocking them down and proceeding to stomp away at them. The crowd boos as the heels stomp away at the two fighters who had wished to start the match off honest and fair.

Taylor: Ha! That's what they get, Cassius! You don't start a math in a grapple as if there aren't two other sharks swimming along with you!
Romano: You're probably right but it speaks in a positive way to the character of Spencer and Kent than it does to Doberman and Fargo.

Doberman and Fargo now temporarily team up together, teaming up to throw AJ Spencer out of the ring, and then teaming up to again to lift up Kent Matthews and send him out of the ring as well. At this point, Doberman and Fargo stare each other down.

Romano: It looks like two men who don’t specifically care what the fans thing will finally square off!
Taylor: I have goosebumps!

Both Doberman and Fargo wink at each other and slide out of the ring with the purpose to dominate AJ Spencer. They lift him up and throw him into the ring stairs before stomping on him. After minutes and minutes of stomping both men stop, as Fargo cries to Doberman “NOW HIM”. Both men stare at each other with mutual contempt before sliding into the ring…. But then spring back across the ring and out of the VERY SAME RING with a double baseball slide BUT Spencer manages to duck by sliding halfway out of the ring and them turns Fargo inside out with a clothesline!

Romano: What sheer power from AJ Spencer!
Taylor: Gee judging by the looks of him that must come as a surprise!
Romano: Oh shut up you troll.

Spencer then turns his attention to Doberman, but Doberman wisely trips Spencer and slams his head into the steel ring stairs before rolling him into the ring. He rolls in the ring in kind and begins beating the holy hell out of AJ Spencer. Doberman gets on the second rope and holds up his fist, taunting to the crowd, before diving off with a fist drop but NO! Spencer catches it! Spencer sits up from where he was laying, holding Doberman’s fist, and shakes his head. He continues to rise to his feet as the fans go crazy.

Taylor: WHAT?
Romano: What an incredible counter! AJ Spencer displaying strength we don’t often see by catching a fist under the body weight of a grown man alone!

Doberman shakes his head as if to say “I didn’t really mean it” but Spencer shakes his head and clocks Doberman with a strong right hand. Doberman gets up and Spencer continues by lifting Doberman up into the air and placing him over his shoulder before coming down with a powerslam! Spencer jumps up and the crowd cheers as he flexes. However, Kent Matthews, now reinvigorated, slides into the ring behind him, fuming and flexing in his own right. AJ slowly turns around comes face to face with a man, like himself, built of sheer braun. They step foot face to face in the ring as the fans cheer. Finally Kent throws a fist, then AJ returns the favor. The two begin slugging it out before out of nowhere, Fargo rolls Spencer up from behind into a school boy pin! But the pin is into the ropes!

Romano: Was that an intentional pin or a strategic move?
Taylor: Either way it’s a strategic move you big dummy!

Fargo jumps up immediately and defends his position to Kent Mathews as if to say “Hey I’m just trying to help YOU out” But Spencer rises to his feet and clobbers Fargo from behind with a forearm to the back of the head as revenge. Spencer then looks up, glaring at Kent Matthews. Both men fume at each other before they each break into a sprint, knocking each other down with shoulder blocks! By now, Fargo sneaks back into the ring, and helps up Doberman, trying to continue their established alliance. They nod to each other, then lift up Kent, and throw him out of the ring. They then focus on AJ Spencer, who is getting to his feet, and both Doberman and Fargo drive Spencer’s head into the mat with a double DDT. Spencer seems knocked out, as Doberman begins to stomp Spencer towards the ropes, finally shoving him out of the ring momentarily.

Taylor: Yes! My pick to win this match, Doberman has it all figured out! Two heads are better than one!
Romano: I think one of those heads has separated from the other!

Doberman turns around, smiling, to great his partner him crime, but instead hes greeting by a RUNNING KICK TO THE FACE followed up by a bicycle knee in smooth and slick fashion by Scott Fargo. Scott goes from the pinfall and the referee counts.

One… Two… Three!

Jessica Love: Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of this match, SCOTT FARGO!

The crowd has a mixed reaction as Scott Fargo smirks, standing up and screaming at the ref to raise his hand in the air, victorious. 

Romano: Well we shouldn’t say we didn’t see this coming. 
Taylor: But you didn’t! You didn’t see it coming! Hardly any of these guys got to sink their teeth into the competition before the most crafty man won!
Romano: You didn't see it coming either! Your pick to win this match got pinned after a Cross Trigger out of nowhere! Perhaps neither of us excepted this match to end so quickly, but anything can happen in the AWF, and tonight on the XHF Network!


At the end of the previous match, the screen fades to black. The light dims and the sounds muffle to nothingness. There is not until...

Beep.

Beep.

Beep-beep.

Nothing but a high pitched beep.

The scene fades back open to Michael Storm, still unconscious attached to the mechanics and machines keeping the former X*Crown Champion alive.

Beep.

Beep.

Beep-Beep-Beep.

Beeeeeeeeeeep.

A nurse walks by and notices this with the corner of her eye.

Nurse: ...Michael?

She walks in and notices that Michael Storm is flatlining.

Nurse: Doctor! We need a doctor!

A doctor rushes into the room and reads the EKG.

Doctor: Nurse, take off his shirt!

As the nurse does that, the doctor reaches in and pulls out the defibrilator panels. He begins rubbing the panels together.

Doctor: Charging.

The nurse preps him as the doctors place the panels on his body.

Doctor: CLEAR!

Michael Storm's body jerks.

Nurse: Still no pulse.

Doctor: CLEAR!

His body jerks again.

The rustle throughout the room deafens. Everything moves in slow motions. The nurse stares at the doctor, her eyes red and watery. The doctor shocks him once more. Twice more. Then one last time.

Nothing.

Then slowly, the constant high-pitched beep remains constant. The camera switches to the doctor, staring at his watch.

Doctor: Time of Death: 10:31 PM.

The scene fades to black.

Funeral for A Son starts as normal, when all of a sudden record scratch is heard throughout the arena.

Bonnie Jenkins: This following contest is scheduled for one-fall and is a Bullnaza Royal Rumble! On his way to the ring, representing AXW, Wellington Dunne!

The lights dim to black and Done is Done starts to play.
As the opening guitar rifts plays 2 spotlights scan the audience, but ignore the main stage.

The violin kicks in, and the audience sings along with violin.

Suddenly the lights go out, leaving the arena in pitch black darkness.

You don't know what you're looking for

Lights suddenly hit Dunne who is standing on stage with is arms spread out.
Song continues ask he makes his down the ramp.

Then it's certainly time to make it so, yeah ...

At these words, Dunne performs a Cut Throat gesture, and the lights go out again.

What's done is done

The lights suddenly flash back on, this time Dunne is ring

King: Well twist my nipples and call me Sandy, it's time to start this match!
Joey: ...Must you really be so gross?

The White Stripes's "Seven Nation Army (Team Tron Mix)" blasts over the speakers as the Xtremetron shows the words, "THE FUTURE!!" then clicks to show the words "SHOGUN" and "TRON" one on top of the other. The gunman from . . . THE FUTURE emerges and does some really awesome gun play (like Ocelot in Metal Gear Solid 3) using his FUTURE Blaster! . . . A toy six shooter straight from the toy collection of John Wayne memorabilia. He moves to the ring and tosses the holsters the gun. The crowd has broken into full TECHNO DANCE MODE from the theme and the lights are going funky like at a club. Shogun-Tron backs into a corner and poses as everything returns to normal ... except Shogun ... he stays posed ... and epic.

Bonnie Jenkins: And his opponent - represented by no representation: Shogun-Tron!

King: He's from... THE FUTURE!
Joey: Yes he is. Perhaps he saw the future and saw that he would win?

"Am I Evil" by Metallica hits the speakers and the stage fills with mist. Strobe lights go on all throughout the arena. Mecha Gold-Bear III emerges from the mist with Evil-Borg riding on his back. Heavymetal-Borg come out next to them, air guitaring to the music. The trio make their way to the ring, Mecha Gold-bear III marching ominously toward the ring as Evil Borg cackles with evil laughter of evilness. Heavy Metal throws up the devil horns. Mecha Gold-bear III reaches ringside and turns on his rocket boots to fly a few feet in the air and lands in the ring. Evil gives Mecha Gold-bear III a pat on the head and climbs down to join Heavy Metal in the corner.

Bonnie Jenkins: And his opponent - representing GUNS: Mecha Goldbear III!

King: The GUNS are gone, but Goldbear isn't!
Joey: Well this Goldbear isn't. Thanks for bringing up some tragic memories.

The lights dim and smoke pumps from the stage area as "The Bear Song" by Green Jelly starts to cut through the atmosphere. Soon through the mist comes out Lord Dominicus, wearing the EWF Superior Championship around his waist. He walks down the ramp, sneering at everyone (we think, it's hard to tell with the mask). As the song continues to shred, the darkness that is Dominicus climbs into the ring, ready to get the match underway

Bonnie Jenkins: And his opponent - representing AWF: Lord Dominicus!

King: The scheming maniac is back, and he's planning on spreading darkness.
Joey: And plus, he's from AWF - as if that wasn't a red flag by itself.

"The Vengeful One" by Disturbed plays as Alan walks out, threatening to hit a few fans. He rolls into the ring and scowls at a few fans.

Bonnie Jenkins: And his opponent - representing DHW: Alan Galloway!

King: Darkhorse Wrestling is premiering and want to send their best foot forward.
Joey: Well they'll get their chance tonight.

Hellraiser - Motorhead plays as The Mongolian Giant walks out to the ring.

Bonnie Jenkins: And his opponent - representing CW: The Mongolian Giant!

King: Champoon Wrasslin' is headed by Jefe, and he's sending their biggest competitor.
Joey: I think their biggest is Big Drag, but this is certainly a biggun'.



creepy itsy bitsy spider plays. Then a red-headed woman in a figure shrouding tattered black and moss colored floor length Overcoat slowly appears threw the curtain spastic shaking her head back and forth. In her hand she holds a black leather bag that appears to be alive. The lights flicker off and on to the beat giving the appearance that the woman is blinking in and out towards the ring. Upon reaching the the squared circle, she puts the bag into her mouth then pulls herself up onto the apron then back bends over the top rope flipping into the ring. Holding the bag high above her head she drops the coat revealing underneath a tightly fitted dark green and black top and tight green pants with knee high black boots. Barbed wire is wrapped around the woman, biting deeply into her pale freckled flesh. If the blood and pain bother her it doesn't show as she awaits her opponents.

Bonnie Jenkins: And his opponent - representing RSW: Cheyenne Tabernacke!

King: Bold choice sending a woman.
Joey: Well this one is less human as much as she is monster, and she won't let different sexes stop her!

As the song begins, Jeff walks out slowly, carrying his signature weapon: a branding iron.
He walks to the edge of the stage, raises the iron up slowly into the air with one arm, eyes locked on his opponent.
Slowly, with a measured grace, he makes his way down to the ring, and enters it. Never taking his eyes off his opponent.

Bonnie Jenkins: And her opponent - representing LAU: Jeff Johnson!

King: Another new fed within the network, LAU want to show their dominance.
Joey: Their vintage and retro environment is going to clash in international waters. How will they fare?

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FED WARFARE: Fed Battle Royale Match

Bull-nanza Battle Royale
Wellington Dunne (AXW) vs. Shogun-Tron (Independent/Legend) vs. Mecha-Goldbear III (GUNS RIP) vs. Lord Dominicus (AWF) vs. Alan Galloway (DHW) vs. Mongolian Giant (CW) vs. Cheyenne Tabernacke (RSW) vs. Jeff Johnson (LA:U)

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The bell rings and everyone's eyes are on one particular competitor within this match. Cheyenne Tabernacke is completely covered in barbed wire. So not only are the other seven competitors worried concerned with the barbed ropes, they also have to concern themselves with the barbed competitor, which is ready for anything! Cheyenne beats on her chest, asking who's ready for her. The first person is one who isn't even human. It's Mecha Goldbear! Probably a good thing for him as without a central nervous system, this would have to be very painful. Mecha Goldbear III grabs and immediately starts squeezing. Not only is the squeeze painful for Cheyenne because Mecha Goldbear is super powerful, the barbs are embedding into her body. Alan Galloway sees the opportunity to remove two birds with one stone and rushes in, looking to push the two. LA:U's representative, Jeff Johnson, both push the two toward the ropes. Mecha Goldbear sees this and throws Cheyenne toward the other side of the ring, where she hits Shogun-Tron and Lord Dominicus. All three go tumbling down! Mecha Goldbear III start swiping at the DHW and LA:U representatives, knocking them both down. With nearly everyone in the ring down, Mecha Goldbear III raises his arms. The robotic voice chants, "Calculations indicate victory is imminent!"

King: Don't you think that it's a bit unfair that everyone is shoved up against a big metal and deadly robot?
Joey: This is the XHF, Jerry. It's a dog eat dog world... or rather, a mechanical bear eat non-mechanical non-bear world.

Mecha Goldbear III vocalizes once more, "It is time for hugs! Who is fir-" The vocalizations have ceased when Wellington Dunne knocks him nearly off his feet, quite a sight from only one man, nevertheless the candidate from AXW. Mecha Goldbear III bounces forward and shoots forward with a fist aimed right at the head of Dunne, but Champoon Wrasslin's Mongolian Giant comes from the other side and with a shoulder check, knocks off Mecha Goldbear's trajector and sends him flying to the ropes, where he becomes entangled. Suddenly, surges of electricity directly send to Goldbear's body. He repeats in a gradually fading vocalization: "Damage. I need a hug. Damage. I need a hug. Damaaaageee. I neeedd aaaaa huuuuuuu-" before powering down. Mongolian Giant laughs in a Buddha-like laughter, slapping his belly. He moves over to Mecha Goldbear, looking to finish the job. He grabs the side of his body to unleash some more of his Mongolian fury, but Wellington throws a punch and distracts the giant. As the Mongolian Giant turns around, Wellington Dunne lifts him above his head in a fireman's carry... then converts it to a neckbreaker! It's his finisher that he calls Wild Ride!

Wellington Dunne goes for the pin count:


...One!


...Two!


...THREE!

Bonnie Jenkins: Ladies and Gentlemen - Champoon Wrasslin's Mongolian Giant has been eliminated!

King: Excellent showing by the Mongolian Giant! He was able to take down and remove Mecha Goldbear III from the equation!
Joey: And then AXW's Wellingtone Dunne took down the Mongolian Giant! AXW looks mighty fine right now!

Wellington Dunne moves a step forward to dismantle some other wrestlers in his path. That's when something echoes from behind him.

"MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!"

Wellington Dunne looks behind her and finds Lord Dominicus rising up, like a phoenix from the ashes. Or a deranged lunatic with a distorted self-perception of grandeur. Lord Dominicus rushes forward with a fist.

Lord Dominicus: YOU FOOL! THIS IS WHERE YOU MEET YOUR E-

That's when BOOM! The entire ship shakes and all the wrestlers and pretty much almost everyone on the ship gets knocked to the side.

King: What!? Who could have done this!?
Joey: It's right *points to a direction* THERE!

One small warship is seen rapidly approaching the ship where XHF's Supremacy is taking place. The small warship's cannon fires a SECOND blast and it strikes the ship, causing a similar effect. The ship closes the distance to the one that belongs to the Xtreme Hardcore Federation.

King: They're closing in, Joey! Why are we being attacked!? Who is doing this!?
Joey: Oh God...
King: It's...

King Edmund IV: It's the King of Supremia!

Joey: ...
King: ...

King Edmund IV turns to his men.

King Edmund IV: Mother of pasta, you have GOT to be kidding me. We fired two rounds into this ship, and we can't so much as pierce a hole into this ship!? If that's the case, then we shall take this ship by storm!

The knights rummage through the fans and begin to attack all of them while King Edmund climbs atop a soap box.

King Edmund IV: Ladies, gentlem- Oh wait, you all can't see me too well. MUTT!

Mutt immediately arrives and picks up King Edmund so that he can be on his shoulders.

King Mutt IV: Now, as I was saying... Ladies, gentlemen and subhumans who dare follow the United Kingdom's Queen alike, listen up! I am King Edmund, the fourth of his name, and I hail from Supremia! This is a place that has been so oppressed by the rest of the world, it doesn't even show up on most maps. Now even AXW is mocking Supremia! Well Supremia demands respect, and if we cannot be granted this by diplomatic means...

There is a quiet lull throughout the crowd.

King Edmund IV: WE WILL TAKE IT BY FORCE!

Joey: Oh no! We're getting ransacked! King, hide your wallet!
King: It's already firmly up my butt for safekeeping, Joey! I knew this habit would come in handy!

That's when the lull explodes into a frenzy. The soldiers swarm, going through the crowd and beating several of them while many of them try to flee. That's when King Edmund and Mutt walk up to the ring. King Edmund and Mutt enter the ring but Mutt finds himself shocking himself to a sizzling piece of meat as him actually touching the ropes and taking the brunt of the barbed wires triggers the electricity. That leaves King Edmund in the ring alone and defenseless against seven men. (Or six men, and one woman). One by one, they are all circling around King Edmund.

King Edmund IV: Uh... Loyal subjects, defend your KING!

The soldiers stop what they are doing and rush to the ring, but touching the ropes, they all get electrocuted and fall down.

King Edmund IV: Oh... This will be painful.

Out of nowhere, Shogun-Tron takes down King Edmund with his Side Effect that he calls Space-Time Continuum! Wellington Dunne picks up King Edmund and hits a SECOND Wild Ride! Lord Dominicus then picks up King Edmund and hits him with a Sliced Bread #2 that converts to a reverse X-Factor that he calls The Darkness! Gallaway walks in and takes King Edmund down with a vicious suplex! He then picks up King Edmund and holds him in place so that Jeff Johnson can tear him down with his signature clothesline from hell! While King Edmund is on the floor, Cheyenne Tabernacke runs to the turnbuckle, jumps to the top then hits a moonsault onto King Edmund! The poor king rolls out from below the bottom rope with his last bit of energy, but he isn't quite out of the water. Security rushes in to dispose of the soldiers, and The Mongolian Giant grabs King Edmund and Mutt. All the Supremian warriors are thrown overboard.

King: What a surprising turn of events! Wasn't that a blast, Joey?
Joey: Let's... Let's just get back to the darn match.

With everyone getting a big boost from beating the snot out of King Edmund IV, everyone is getting back into this mix. Shogun-Tron begins to throws rights and lefts onto Mecha Goldbear III, who is currently unable to defend itself. He's careful not to touch the electric ropes, but then out of nowhere, Lord Dominicus bursts in with a shoulder, hitting Shogun-Tron and forcing the two over the ropes! The AWF representative puts his hands on his hips and heartily laughs. That is, until LAU's Jeff Johnson rolls him up with a school boy. The referee slides in for the pin:


...One!


...Two!


...Thr-Kickout!

King: That'll teach Lord Dominicus to stop being so cocky!
Joey: Well he is from AWF. What do you expect?

As the two gets up, before either of the two can react, Cheyenne Tabernacke slams onto the back of Lord Dominicus, with all those barbs shoving into his back. This forces him to fall forward onto Jeff Johnson, knocking him down into pin position. The referee is momentarily confused as two people are pinning one, but it's still considered a pin:


...One!


...Two!


...Three!

Bonnie Jenkins: LAU's Jeff Johnson has been eliminated!

King: And here's more from the female in this match kicking some butt!
Joey: But the barbs are going to hurt her. Will they kill her before she can win? And just how BAD will she be feeling this in the morning?

Cheyenne and Lord Dominicus are indeed feeling the pain from that little stunt. Shogun-Tron and Mecha Goldbear III are outside of the ring, and so that leaves Wellington Dunne, and Alan Galloway left. The two are getting up off from the mat and slowly throwing fist after fist toward one another. They're sore. They're tired. A lot has been going on, but this is Supremacy - the night where anything can happen and the night for wrestlers to step forward and show just how thirsty they are for greatness. Wellington Dunne throws a punch. Then Alan Galloway throws a punch. Then Galloway. Then Galloway again! Then Galloway for the third time! Galloway takes a couple of steps backwards and then runs forward. Are we getting a special move from him? NO! Wellington Dunne grabs Alan Galloway and puts him on his shoulder again. Is he going to... YES! Wild Ride! For the THIRD time this evening!

Alan Galloway goes for the pin count:


...One!


...Two!


...Three!

Bonnie Jenkins: DHW's Alan Galloway has been eliminated!

King: Wrestlers are dropping left and right! Who knows who'll be gone next!?
Joey: Only five wrestlers are left, so the numbers are thinning out a bit. RSW, AWF, AXW, GUNS and the XHF Legends have a competitor left. And your guess is as good as mine.

The tired Wellington Dunne has his arms up. He's very confident and ready to put AXW in the best light. That's when sparks start to fly - quite literally. With a dropkick, Shogun-Tron knocks Mecha Goldbear III into the ropes and suddenly, the electricity appears to be charging up and resetting the GUNS' representatives with nearly limitless energy. He grabs Shogun-Tron and throws him over the ropes and back into the ring. He enters, himself. Shogun-Tron rolls with the punches and gets up. He goes full speed to Mecha Goldbear III, but his attacks are shite. With a headbutt, Shogun hits the ground. Then out of nowhere, Wellington Dunne clotheslines the big mechanical bear... but it had nearly no effect on the Mongolian Giant! (I'm not talking about CW's wrestler. I'm just guessing that's where the metal was scavenged.) Mecha Goldbear III grabs and throws him across the ring. Dunne hits the opposite ropes and gets a surge of electricity at his body! The people gasp. The people are shocked. He goes for the pin:


...One!


...Two!


...Thr-Dunne kicks out!

Joey: I'm glad someone kicked out of a pin. It'd be super unfun it was a match with only pins.
King: U feckin' wot, m8?

Lord Dominicus comes from behind Mecha Goldbear III! He jumps on him and has him in an illegal choke! HE'S CHOKING HIM! HE'S CUTTING OFF HIS AIR SUPPLY! HE- Oh wait, Mecha Goldbear III doesn't actually... have an air supply. It doesn't take too long before Mecha Goldbear III reaches back and pulls the AWF representative down. Dominicus is now on the floor, grasping his back and finding a devious way to follow through. Mecha Goldbear turns around and spinning his and body 360 degrees, looking to see who's going to get one of his wonderful and vicious hugs. He turns around and finds Cheyenne Tabernacke. He moves forward. Cheyenne's barbs are dangerous, but do little to nothing on a being without a central nervous system. He marches forward until he hears a sizzle. He looks down and finds a laser blast. It came from Shogun-Tron who just got up!

King: Shogun-Tron is back! We're all saved!
Joey: ...What?

Mecha Goldbear III drops his intentions of attacking Cheyenne. He turns around to look toward Shogun-Tron, who merely stands still. Mecha Goldbear III starts running. Shogun-Tron stands still. Running. Still. Mecha Goldbear III moves forward for the punch and that's when Shogun-Tron rolls out of the way. MGIII hits the ropes and Shogun-Tron climbs onto the mechanical bear's back. Mecha Goldbear III is charging, and charging. Then there is some beeping.

Beep.

Beep.

Beep-Beep-Beep.

It all goes quicker with Shogun-Tron forcing this gargantuan up against the ropes until suddenly the beeping grows more frequent. Then, with a loud BANG, the pieces of Mecha Goldbear III fly away. The only piece of him that remains in the ring is his head. Nevertheless, Shogun-Tron pins it:


...One!


...Two!


...Three!

Bonnie Jenkins: Ladies and gentlemen, GUNS' representative, Mecha Goldbear III has been eliminated!

Joey: This makes no sense.
King: A mechanical bear exploding? Anything can happen in the XHF Network, Joey!
Joey: That's not it. A pin occurs by pressing an opponent's shoulders up against the mat, but Mecha Goldbear III doesn't have shoulders anymore.
King: ...You're a party pooper.

Only four remain: Cheyenne Tabernacke from RSW, XHF Legend's Shogun-Tron, Wellington Dunne from AXW and Lord Dominicus from AWF. Shogun-Tron gets up and takes a big sigh. Beating Mecha Goldbear III was no easy task and he still has three men left to beat. Well, two men and a woman. Either way. Shogun-Tron turns around to face the rest of the group and that's when he immediately finds a strike to the face - with a weapon no less! A microphone! The culprit? LORD DOMINICUS! The strike with the microphone elicits a high pitched screech throughout the ship. LD laughs. MWAHAHAHAHAHA! He looks down at the fallen Tron waving his hand in front of the Tron's face, John Cena's Five Knuckle Shuffle-esque.

Lord Dominicus: YOU CAN'T SEE ME - and my evil plans come to fruition!

He runs to the ropes and bounces off them

ZAP!

Lord Dominicus immediately falls to the floor. Shogun-Tron crawls to Lord Dominicus and drapes an arm over him:


...One!


...Two!


...Three!

Bonnie Jenkins: AWF's Lord Dominicus has been eliminated!

King: Did... Did that just happen?
Joey: Let's just get this blasted match finished and over with.

Shogun-Tron looks up and groans as he finds Wellington Dunne on his feet. He bends over and picks him up and onto his shoulders. Everyone knows this song and dance by now, right? The fireman's carry to neckbreaker we all know as Wild Ride! Shogun-Tron tries to slip out, but it looks like Shogun has him tight! He hits the Wild Ri- WAIT! Cheyenne Tabernacke throws herself into the mix! She and her barbed-wrapped body shoves herself into Wellington Dunne, forcing him up against the ropes. He screams are defeaned by the loud sounds of zapping! Shogun-Tron falls off from his shoulders and both Cheyenne and Wellington face a good number of volts from the unforgiving ropes! Cheyenne forces herself to roll Wellington for the pin count:


...One!


...Two!


...Three!

Bonnie Jenkins: AXW's Wellington Dunne has been eliminated!

King: OUCH! Everyone in this match has been beaten up! All bloodied! Except for Shogun-Tron. Maybe Shogun-Tron isn't bloody. Is he bloody?
Joey: You think blood stops a true wrestler? This is the XHF, where your true character is shown through the face of adversity. We have two warriors left now - Shogun-Tron and Cheyenne Tabernacke. The question is, who's going to win?

Shogun-Tron gets up and looks at Cheyenne, who herself is frazzled and still beaten up with also being on the receiving end of the electricity. He rolls her over and goes for the pin count:


...One!


...Two!


...Thr-Kickout!

Cheyenne is still in this match, and Shogun immediately starts to get up to his feet. He brings Cheyenne to her feet and as soon as she gets to a knee, she socks a punch to the gut of Shogun-Tron, making him fall back down to a knee so that they are on an even playing field. They now begin to exchange blows. Pop into the face of Shogun! Pop into the face of Cheyenne! They both grow their confidence as they slowly but surely make it to their feet, both still flying their fists! In a move of desperation, Shogun jumps up and hits Cheyenne with a spinning heel kick! She goes down! Shogun-Tron is looking to finish this match once and for all. He goes to grab his blaster and... WHERE IS IT!?

King: HE'S GOING TO KILL HER!
Joey: This isn't your first time commentating a Tron match, King. You know this just isn't true.

Shogun-Tron looks to the corner of the ring and finds his blaster right by the corner of the ring. It must have been knocked out during all the commotion earlier on in the match. Shogun, out the corner of his eye, finds Cheyenne getting to her feet. He immediately books it. He does a pretty sweet jumping somersault, while he grabs the blaster. He turns around and points the gun at her. Cheyenne is right in front of his face. HE FIRES! ...And Cheyenne kicks his hand so the trajectory gets redirected toward the heavens! With another roundhouse kick, Shogun-Tron gets sent comically backwards, but flips like a superhero and lands on his feet. He runs to Cheyenne, and catches her off guard. Then all of a sudden, a loud sound gradually gets louder.

King: It's a bird!
Joey: No it's not.
King: It's a plane!
Joey: It's a bit closer, but-
King: It's-

Furanku (from afar): MY HERICOPTRU!

Furanku Furetcha is seen flying a World War II-era helicopter, flying down towards the water. Engine problems OR DID SOMEONE SHOOT IT DOWN!? All while this is happening, Shogun-Tron ducks a punch from Cheyenne. He catches her in a double-underhook suplex. As soon as he lifts her up in the air, the BIG SPLASH from the helicopter splash hits the rings. All the ropes are hit with water and the entire ring is electrocuted, including everyone not-airborne! Cheyenne is safe, but Shogun-Tron gets electrocuted! He's barely breathing! Cheyenne sees the opportunity. She gets in position. She pierces him with her barbs and catches him in her finisher grounded hammerlock inverted armbreaker that she calls Woman's Scorn! Shogun-Tron immediately taps out! The bell rings!

Bonnie Jenkins: Ladies and gentlemen, XHF Legend's Shogun-Tron has been eliminated! The winner by tapout is RSW's Cheyene Tabernacke!

Joey: Eight walked into this ring, and one walks out! It's the lone woman, proving that it doesn't matter if you're a man, a woman, a futuresque super soldier or a mechanical bear, the only thing that matters-
King: ARE PUPPIES!
Joey: No. Heart. I was going to say heart.

During the commercial break the XHF Sail Barge is plunged into complete darkness, with nothing but the exits and emergency lighting remaining. There is a good murmur from the crowd, when the sound system kicks in to play a voice…

<: There is a virus in the system...a corruption in the code, breaking everything down and destroying everything before it… :>

The text runs across the black screen, the LED-powered letters blasting light into the crowd momentarily. The voice cuts out to a low-static sound, humming through the speakers before returning.

<: Put up your defenses, your prevention measures and your guards...this virus is spreading at an alarming rate, tearing everything before it apart, nothing standing in its way… :>

More text on screen as the voice cuts again, this time for much longer.

Hawke: What is this Jerry? Is this an announcement or is this somebody we know?

Lawler: Who knows Joey, it’s highly unusual whatever it is.

The voice returns, more static than before.

<: You should be ready, be prepared...this virus is unstoppable, a warmind that is navigating through your system, destroying all that is important, all that matters… :>

Another break from the voice, more static.

Hawke: It’s dark as hell in here, what is this crap! Turn on the lights!

The voice returns…

<: Kosloff...data is corrupt, archives null and void, tonight is your execution… :>

More static, louder and sharper on the ears before the voice is back.

<: Raymond...infection spreads, files cannot open, malware detected...deletion is required… :>

Lawler: Deletion? Is this Matt Hardy!?

<: Caffrey...asshole.exe running at optimum levels, AVA spyware detected, championship algorithm failure...championship has been transferred… :>

Hawke: What the heck is going on!

The voice leaves for a long time, almost a minute while static and a loud electrical buzz hum from the speakers. The text comes back on the tron, along with the voice.

<: A new update is available...recommended install requires removal of three Trojans...give them the cookies, let them remember tonight...the virus is spreading, infecting the system, the network...corruption is imminent...security risk is high, removal is impossible… :>

The screen flashes an image of a figure walking up to the screen;

White text appears over his visage, in time to his voice...

<: The virus has been identified...I am the Anomaly...axwchampionship.exe is now running, ownership is transferring...all of your base are belong to us… :>

The screen cuts out, to plain black as the lights slowly return to normal.

Hawke: Well now I’m more confused than ever! He said he’s the Anomaly, AXW superstar and challenging for the strap tonight...but that’s how I remember Anomaly from way before, from his early AXW days! Did Anomoly change his look? And misspell his own name??

Lawler: Well...Anomoly is not the right way to spell it, actually. And there’s no doubt this new Anomaly definitely has something to do with the AXW main event, he just declared the Championship moving hands...but what does this really mean! I guess we’ll have to wait until the big match later on to find out! Either Anomoly is mixing things up...or we got ourselves a doppelganger!

Hawke: We have bears, chefs, trons, prophets and Gods...and now two Anomaly's! Oh boy, stay tuned as we’ll be right back on the XHF Barge!

*A commercial for Esmerelda Kanyon's Salsa Atomica begins to play. At the conclusion we see all the fans on the ship eating free concession chips courtesy of our President!

Yumiko Kanagawa; “(Now it’s time for the SSS portion of Supremacy. Our first SSS match tonight will see the continuation of what’s turning into a blood feud between Kaguya-Gun and Sakura-Gun.)”

Kayako Kai: “(This match will see Mei and Sakura take on the newest member of the SSS roster, Au Nobu and fellow Kaguya-Gun member Rei Kagura.)”

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SSS Showcase Match

One Fall Match
Kagura-Gun (Au Nobu and Rei Kagura) vs. Sakura-Gun (Sakura Hase and Mei Hayashi)

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The bell rings and the match starts off with Sakura Hase going right after Au Nobu who starts off for her team. The two fight throughout the ring with a mad brawl and flurry of strikes from each. Au starts to get the upper hand on the leader of Sakura-Gun. She starts to push her into the corner, managing to land more strikes as Sakura blocks some and absorbs others. She eventually catches one and gets Au in the corner.

She starts laying a mudhole into her as she falls down. Hase starts shoving her foot on the throat of Nobu, choking out the young talent. She lets go by the four count and eventually tags in her partner, Mei. Kagura riles up her partner to get her to comeback and it seems to work as she screams in anger and charges at Mei.

A spinning kick from Au goes straight into a big boot. The combo works and lets her get a tag into Rei who immediately goes after Sakura and knocks her down before going for a pin attempt.

One!

Two!

Thre-

No Mei bridges out of the pin attempt. Mei and Rei eventually both get to their feet and start trading off reversals and strikes as one goes from one move to the other. Mei bounces off teh ropes eventually and hits a hurricarana, knocking rei into the ropes. Au comes in to stop Mei, but gets the same treatment landing next to Rei.

Mei runs the ropes and hits a double knife vacation on Kagura-Gun. She tags in Hase and they both hit a Harmonious Descent into Madness on Rei before going into a pin attempt of their own.

The resolve of Au gets manages to break the pin. Rei manages to comeback herself now and both start working on Sakura-Gun.

Yumiko Kanagawa: “(A nice showing from both teams tonight. Both showing just what SSS is all about!)”

Rei and Au continue their assault on Sakura-Gun and continue to beat them down. They try to use every trick an ddirty tactic they can to get an advantage. Eventually though, Sakura-Gun manage a comeback and show their true fighting spirit.

Sakura hits Rei with a roaring elbow as Mei throws Au out and hits a tope suicida on her on the outside. Sakura yells for the finish of teh match as she sets up for her Japanese Ocean Cyclone. Mei hits a diving clothesline at the same time and we get a pin for the win.

Kayako Kai: “(And they did it! They avenged their loss at Winter Festival last month, but there’s no way this is the end of this feud!)”

Karin Wholfe: “(Your winners of this match, Sakura-Gun!)”

Bonnie Jenkins: Ladies and gentlemen the following match is an Ascension Wrestling Federation showcase match and is scheduled for one fall as a tornado handicap match. Entering first, from New York City and being accompanied by Bodhi, he clocks in at 6 feet 9 inches and 310 pounds, the Mad Titan … HYPERION!!!

*The opening chords begin to play, as the lights darken completely. The crowd reacts to the haunting melody of Hyperion's entrance; the darkness blanketing everyone. Hyperion appears from a distance, walking through the crowd, tall and fierce. A single golden spotlight shines on him as he makes his way to the ring until he climbs over the barrier and approaches the ring steps. Bodhi meets him there as she had come from the rampway. He pauses at the side, looking into the crowd with a scowl on his face, before raising his fist over his head to shouts from the audience. He enters over the top rope and prepares for his opponents.*

Bonnie Jenkins: And his opponents. From St. Louis, MO at 6 feet and 200 poinds … Esmur and his partner from Lansing, MI at 5 feet 11 inches and 192 pounds. Gebin … together they are … THE NIHILISTS!



~The arena dims down to pitch blackness. Two male voices are heard softly saying, “Embrace … the emptiness.” "Saviour of Nothing" by Disturbed begins to play and a single blue spotlight illuminates the stage. On the stage standing back to back facing either side of the arena are Esmur and Gebin, the Nihilists. The camera zooms right up from the ramp to their masked faces as they slowly turn to look at it. They then walk past it and out of frame as it zooms out. The two men mean business as they quickly walk to the ring and slide under the bottom rope. The push to their feet and step to the center of the ring as the spotlight turns slowly from blue to pink to white. The two men remain back to back facing the two sides of the crowd left and right of the entryway.~

Joey: King this match has the opportunity to be amazing. We have word that the AWF commentary crew is having difficulties so we will pick it up for them.
King: I’m excited Joey. Hyperion is so imposing but these Nihilists are so mysterious that I don’t know what to make of them. One thing is for sure … I could look at Bodhi all day! PUPPIES!!!

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AWF Showcase Match

Tornado Handicap Match
Hyperion (w/ Bodhi) vs. The Nihilists

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Bodhi jumps up on the apron and Hype turns to her. He looks at her and shakes his head. He mouths to her that he has to do this alone. He has something to prove.

Joey: Against 2 men at once don’t you think it would be wise to allow Bodhi to help?
King: It’s a no DQ match by definition of tornado rules so it would be the best strategy.

Bodhi sighs and just shakes her head but she steps off the apron and pulls up a chair next to King and Hawke and puts on a headset.

Bodhi: Guess I’ll just make myself comfortable here. *She looks at King* Touch me and I’ll rip your face off.

The bell rings and Hyperion looks at his two small challengers and shakes his arms out and cracks his neck. The Nihilists simply stand still in their corner showing no emotion. Hyperion walks along the ropes and eyes them up but they don’t move. He walks to the center of the ring and holds his arms out for a test of strength. The Nihilists look at each other and Esmur steps forward. He engages in the test of strength.

Bodhi: Ha! What a terrible strategy. Why in the world would he even think he could overpower my boy Hyperion?

Esmur immediately is overpowered and Hyperion tosses him back but as he does Gebin somersaults over him and hits a flying forearm to Hyperion. Hype clearly misjudged this as he stumbles back. He looks at Gebin now and stalks towards him. Gebin unleashes a kick to the ribs then darts out of the way. He continues the hit and run tactics until he ends up standing in front of the corner he started in. Hyperion sees his cornered prey and charges in but Gebin drops down and puts his feet up as Esmur leaps chest first onto them and Gebin propels Esmur forward with an assisted clothesline. Esmur then drops down into a headlock. He twists the neck of Hyperion who struggles to his feet. As he does Esmur slides behind and into a sleeper hold. Gebin begins raining punches to the gut of Hyperion who finally grabs him by the throat. He tosses him with a huge beal toss across the ring. Esmur drops off the big man and regroups with his partner.

Joey: Well that was the strategy I guess. They are using numbers to their advantage.
King: That is exactly what Hyperion should have expected. It’s what Bodhi warned him about.
Bodhi: He never listens. He wanted this now he needs to man up and beat these wanna bes back to the stone age.

Hyperion begins to laugh a hearty laugh. The Nihilists simply stand up and stare him down. He shakes his neck out and shrugs at them. He then gets into a fighting stance. The Nihilists nod to each other and sprint away from each other and off opposing ropes. They begin to bounce back and forth near Hyperion. He just looks confused. He throws a clothesline out but Esmur ducks it with a roll and keeps moving. He spins with a boot and Gebin leaps over it and rolls to his feet. This continues with punches and elbows and knees but every time there is an agile dodge around the ever-angering Hyperion. He spins and throws a double lariat but hits air as the Nihilists are stopped standing leaning on the ropes. They just shake their heads. Hyperion fumes and steps forward but stops. He lowers his shaking hand and breathes deep. He calms down and then looks up. He stares down Esmur and begins to say something when he notices Gebin is not there. He instinctively ducks as Gebin flies off a springboard from behind and misses with a moonsault. He lands on his feet hunched and Hyperion looks up but Esmur springs off Gebin and hits a powerful dropkick to the titan. He stumbles back to the ropes and springs off with a shoulder barge through Esmur and follows through with a similar barge through Gebin. Both men kip up and turn. Hyperion charges and Gebin drops to a split letting him go by. Esmur leaps for a dropkick but Hype wisely stops and lets him crash and burn. He turns and clubs Gebin in the head. Gebin stumbles back into the corner where Hyperion charges and hits a huge clothesline. He turns and catches Esmur and turns for a suplex. He plants Esmur.

Bodhi: This is the Hyperion we know and love. Look at that form.
Joey: He certainly has turned it around. These Nihilists are one of the top tag teams in the XHF Network.
King: They are also tiny. He is tossing them around like ragdolls. Easy win for Hyperion!
Bodhi: That’s the plan. I am not getting too excited yet, it’s early and these two look ready to fight.

Gebin has leapt to the top rope and leaps. Hyperion catches him midair. He holds him up by the throat. It’s the High One! Gebin struggles and struggles and as Hype turns to plant him he is greeted with a running high double knee from Esmur. He stalled too long and he loses his grip on Gebin who pulls him down with a bulldog, the Nihil, on the way down. Esmur wastes no time locking in an Indian Deathlock, his signature Twisted Belief. Hyperion scrambles for the ropes and then uses them to pull himself out of the hold. Esmur and Gebin again retreat keeping distance between them. Hyperion shakes his legs out and sets up again. He slowly moves to the two men and Esmur lashes out with a kick to the left knee. Gebin attacks the right knee. Hyperion steps back then lunges for Gebin with a haymaker. He connects and Gebin stumbles to the ropes and bounces into another one. Esmur sends a shower for forearms at Hyperion who shrugs them off like a bug bite and shoves Gebin through the ropes to the apron. He grabs Esmur’s arm but Esmur unleashes a Riott Kick. Hype grabs his head in pain and Gebin springboards over with another Nihil, a springboard bulldog.

Joey: How do you prepare for two men who work as such a well-oiled machine?
King: You got me Hawke. These guys are avoiding any heavy contact and are just trying to wear the big man down. They aren’t doing a ton of damage but they are certainly impressive.
Bodhi: Keep watching. All it takes is one big hit for him to put them away. They are nothing! … Actually they’d probably enjoy being nothing. Why aren’t they showing any emotion? Who the hell are these guys?

Hyperion pushes to his hands and knees and gets a standing senton from Gebin putting him down again. Esmur dives in and locks in his Koji Clutch, the Sensory Deprivation. Hyperion shouts out and raises his free arm to try and gather his energy. Gebin watches the face of Hyperion and shakes his head. He shouts “TIGHTER!”. Esmur complies. Hyperion still shows power in his eyes and refuses to be put down. Gebin walks over and begins to stomp the exposed legs of Hyperion to try and exacerbate the pain. Hyperion shouts some more and puts his hand down and pushes up. He rolls over and gets Esmur into a pin which triggers him to break the hold and shove Hype away. Gebin keeps stomping Hyperion’s spine as he slowly shakes his head to regain his composure. He suddenly with great force springs to his feet and bellows. He stomps away to the ropes and looks down at Bodhi and nods vigorously. Gebin sprints over and knees him in the spine continuing the strategy of trying to wear the man down. He hits the ropes and then spins. Gebin charges again and gets greeted with a huge headbutt. Gebin stumbles and Hyperion hoists him up with a military press. Esmur charges and Gebin gets hurled at him. They collide and roll away. Esmur slides under the ropes and to the apron. Gebin rolls to his feet and gets a fist to the jaw. Hype begins to rain heavy blows on the face of the high flier. Esmur leaps to the top rope and Hype shoves Gebin hard into the ropes causing him to crash and burn and land shoulder first on the mat.

Joey: Hyperion is waking up here.
King: This is the titan in him coming out.
Bodhi: This is vintage Hyperion. It’s over. He will not relent anymore.

Esmur rolls out of the ring holding his left shoulder. Gebin sees this and shakes his head. He says something to Esmur and then steps up to Hyperion. He slaps him in the face. Hyperion just looks at him and smirks. Gebin slaps him again. Hyperion now looks at him and laughs. Gebin rears back again but this time pokes him in the eye with the other hand. The ref yells at him but Gebin slaps Hyperion again. Hyperion swings blindly at where he thinks Gebin is as Gebin ducks and weaves sending kicks to the legs of the monster trying to remove his steady base. Gebin kicks him multuiple times before backing away. Hype swings and swings but finally he realizes. He stops and stands there rubbing his eyes. He looks up and can see just in time to catch the Contemplation! Gebin had leapt to the top and hit the big titan with a block buster. He pins!

ONE!
Kickout with force by Hyperion.

Gebin dives back on top again.

ONE..
Hype begins to stand up holding Gebin in his arms. Gebin is shaking his head and trying to get free. He plants Gebin with a spinning body slam. Gebin arches his back in pain. Hyperion places a foot on his chest but Gebin violently shoves it away still with plenty of fight. Hyperion reaches down and hoists him to his feet. Gebin swings and hits a few wild punches but Hype pulls his head close to his own and smiles. He says something under his breath and beal tosses Gebin into the corner. He barrels in with a big boot then plants the boot on his throat and chokes him. Gebin flails and flails until Hype is satisfied. Hype runs off the ropes and comes in for a body avalanche but Gebin falls to the mat and rolls out to the floor. Hype bounces off the turnbuckle and holds his chest but quickly recovers. He steps over the ropes to the outside and steps down in front of the commentary table.

Hype: My paramour … this is all for us. I am back. And I will prove it by ending this peon who dares deny the power of HYPERION!

Bodhi: Hype you have to stay focused. There are TWO of them.

Hyperion turns around and sees Gebin crawling around the corner. He charges and as he gets there he stomps hard on Gebin’s back. He pulls Gebin to his feet and shoulder charges him into the ring post. He then backs up and slams him again. He then picks up Gebin for a front slam but charges him into the barricade then swings him around sending him flying. Gebin crawls to the commentary tables again. He is in agony. Hyperion slowly stalks him then grabs him as he stands up using the table as a crutch. He locks in a full nelson and hoists him into the air with it locked in. Hyperion badgers the crowd.

Hype: Believe now? Do you believe??
”I believe … that I have bought more than enough time for Esmur.”

Hype looks confused until he is cracked in the spine by a kendo stick. Esmur is back to full power and is teeing off on the exposed back and ribs. Finally Hype drops Gebin and grabs the kendo stick. He yanks it from Esmur and snaps it over his knee. He then charges and Esmur drops with the drop toe hold slamming Hyperion off the table face first. He turns and slams Hype’s face three times off the table before whipping him into the ring post chest first. Esmur takes a second to tend to Gebin who tells him to keep going. Esmur grabs a chair from the time keeper’s area and stalks Hyperion. He slams the chair across the back of Hyperion. Hype stands up straight and winces but turns to face Esmur. Esmur slams the head of the chair into the gut of Hyperion. Hype coughs but stands up straight. He beckons Esmur to bring it on. Esmur looks at the chair and then Hype. He swings it but stops short of Hype’s face. Hype is confused. Esmur drops the chair and shakes his head.

”That isn’t the message I need to send.”
Hype: Message? What do you…

Suddenly Esmur lashes out with a knee to the gut and a European Uppercut. He then hits a standing dropkick sending Hype into the post again and catches him on the rebound with the Fade Out (Zig Zag) onto the chair. He stands tall over Hyperion. He grabs Hype to pick him up and get him into the ring. Hyperion however hits a jaw buster and slowly stands. He stands to his full height hands raised high. Esmur holds his mouth and nods.

Bodhi: What is with these three? Hyperion is unstoppable and these Nihilists just don’t stop coming. If I didn’t have skin in the game I’d be impressed.

Esmur blasts him in the face with a right hand then spins with a kick to the gut. Hyperion just absorbs it and smashes him with a head butt. Esmur falls to his butt holding his head. From the nose area of the mask we see blood staining the blue. Hyperion grabs him and holds him in place while he sends an open hand frying pan chop to the chest. He then slugs him with a haymaker. Esmur crashes to the ground. Hyperion now looks to Gebin who is still leaning against the commentary table. He starts to move to him but Esmur grapevines the leg and drops him with a heel hook. Hyperion looks more annoyed than pained by this. He tries to drag Esmur along but when he can’t he pushes to his full height and stomps hard on the chest of Esmur breaking the hold. He grabs Esmur by the neck and hauls him up. He tries to hit him into the post but Esmur drops down his back and shoves him in. Hype hits it and spins and absolutely explodes hitting Esmur with the First Principle!!!! Esmur flips and lands on his face out cold.

Joey: OH MY GOD! He just beheaded Esmur! Well it’s now a one on one I’d say.
King: Gebin isn’t exactly moving after that earlier assault from the mad titan.
Bodhi: Power is all you need. These charlatans are learning just what it means to call out Hyperion!

Hyperion softly nudges the downed nihilist with his foot to see if he moves but he doesn’t. He turns his attention to Gebin. Gebin pushes off the table and hits a chop block to the left leg of Hyperion who hops for a minute in pain before planting the foot and turning. Gebin leaps to the apron and springs off the middle rope with a moonsault but Hyperion catches him over his shoulder. He walks toward the Spanish announce table … which we’ll assume has been there the ENTIRE show so far. He charges but Gebin slides off his shoulders. He leaps up looking for the spike reverse rana he calls the Null Hypothesis but Hyperion won’t fall. He sits up on Hype’s shoulder and Hype falls back with an electric chair drop on the floor. Gebin rolls backwards in agony again. Hyperion is slow to his feet. He marches over to Gebin and grabs him by the throat. He pulls him up to his feet and begins to jaw jack at him. Gebin sends a fist to the head but Hyperion pushes him away off the ring apron. As Gebin bounces back Hype grabs his throat again and hoists him up. He looks around at the crowd holding the throat. He calls to the crowd to get loud and walks over to the Spanish announce table. He slams Gebin through it with authority with the High One choke slam. Both nihilists are in a heap outside the ring. Hyperion is slow to his feet and surveys the damage. He climbs atop the normal announce table and roars!

Bodhi: Now THAT is what I’m talking about Hype baby!
Joey: I think Hyperion just murdered both of the Nihilists.
King: Whatever message they wanted to send they aren’t sending it from the mat. And they may as well kiss the tag titles goodbye. How can they recover?
Bodhi: They can’t gentlemen. That is why Hyperion reigns Supreme.

Hyperion steps down off the table and grabs the limp lifeless form of Gebin. He hoists him in a military press and walks to the ring. He hurls him over the top rope and Gebin crumples in a heap in the center of the ring. Hyperion now walks over to the ring steps and slowly enters the ring. He steps over the ropes and walks to Gebin. He smirks and plants one foot on his chest.

ONE!


TWO!


THR-NO!
Esmur comes flying off the ropes with a flying dropkick. Hyperion stumbles forward and falls face first to the mat. Both Nihilists are down in the ring. Esmur is moving and slow to his feet holding his neck from that vicious clothesline. Hyperion moves to Esmur who rolls between his legs and leaps up with a sleeper hold grapevining the body. Hyperion reaches out in agony. He flails looking for some help but none comes. Esmur gets Hyperion down to one knee and cranks the hold in. He is shouting at him to tap out. The first sign of emotion from either Nihilist in the ring so far. Hyperion looks to be out on his one knee. The ref checks him. He lifts the hand not being used to balance in this position. It falls.
ONE!
He lifts the hand again. It falls.
TWO!
He lifts the arm again. Hyperion holds it steady and clenches his fist. He slowly pushes back to his full height and stands up straight. Esmur is shaking his head in disbelief. Hyperion uses his foot to push Gebin’s lifeless body out of his way to the corner then grabs the neck of Esmur. He pulls him over his head to slam him but Esmur is able to flip and land on his feet and stumble away from Hype. However as he bounces off the ropes he is met with a big boot. Esmur grabs his head and slowly rolls to his feet. Hyperion now hits a haymaker. Esmur throws one back. But Hype barely feels it. He swings again and Esmur stumbles to his knee. He springs up with another strike. Hyperion brushes his cheek off then sends another strike. Esmur this time hits a chop to get more leverage and Hype feels it. The crowd shouts WOO!

Bodhi: How is he standing???

Hyperion looks at Esmur with … near admiration. But the moment ends when Esmur chops him again and Hyperion then punches him square in the mush. Esmur stumbles to the ropes then lifts the mask to spit blood. He pulls it down again and turns back. Hyperion throws a wild right hand but Esmur somersaults under it and sprints off the ropes. He springboards off the ropes as Hyperion follows and goes for a springboard reverse DDT but Hyperion spins and hoists him up with a northern lights suplex. Esmur holds his ribs as he stands up. Hyperion is right behind him. Hyperion sends a boot to the gut and grabs Esmur. He hits a savage powerbomb. He then falls on top of Esmur!

ONE!

TWO!

THR-NO!

Somehow Gebin springs to the top rope and hits the Empty Abyss, his shooting star press, right onto the back of Hyperion on top of Esmur. He bounces off holding his injured ribs. Hyperion rolls off in agony holding the small of his back. This move did some damage. Esmur holds his gut in pain. All three men stay down.

Joey: Hyperion is unable to overcome the numbers.
King: He should be able to! How are they still getting up to save each other? They can’t get one over on him!
Bodhi: Come on man stand up! You are Hyperion! These are two random luchadors!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

Joey: Nobody has moved yet.
King: This is insane. AWF has some talent on the roster. Don’t tell Mongo I said that.
Bodhi: I’ll be right back.

FOUR!

Bodhi leaves the announce table and sprints into the ring. FIVE! She slides over to Hyperion and without touching him to cause a DQ she shouts in his face to wake him up. SIX! Esmur has rolled to the apron and is pulling himself to his knees. SEVEN! Bodhi shouts as Gebin slowly uses the corner to pull himself up as well. The count stops as both Nihilists are to their feet but barely. Hype opens his eyes and sees his lady. He sits up.

Hype: What are you doing? I asked for no help. You are in danger.
Bodhi: I didn’t help, I just needed you to wake up. You need to win. And … they um … don’t seem interested in attacking me.
Hype: … I don’t understand.
”That … is not … the message.”
”We are not after the woman. We are out to prove ourselves.”

The referee sends Bodhi to the announce table again. Hyperion is slow to his feet. The Nihilists simply wait for him. They step into the ring. The three men stand in the center of the ring. Gebin nods then sends a right hand to Hype. Hype sends one back and gets a kick to the left leg from Esmur. He sends a fist there too and then Gebin kicks him in the right knee. The Nihilists begin stereo kicks to the hamstrings of Hyperion hoping to chop down the tree of a man who stands nine and ten inches taller than them respectively. Hyperion drops to one knee but then shoves both men back hard. Gebin sprints off the ropes and comes back with a claymore kick spinning Hype and dropping him to his knees and then Esmur hits Clarity on the kneeling titan sending him backwards to the mat with the Acceptance! Esmur pins.

ONE!
TWO!
Kickout by Hyperion.

The Nihilists show no reaction. Esmur tries another pin but Hyperion throws him off. He is slow to his feet and pie faces Esmur on his way up. Gebin dives in and kicks him hard in the back which stands the man up. Gebin leaps up and hits the Null Hypothesis spiking Hyperion’s hulking frame to the mat as Esmur climbs the ropes and leaps for the Void! He hits and rolls off holding his back as Gebin pins him.

ONE!
TWO!
THRE-NO!

Hyperion kicks out! He somehow powers out. The Nihilists are in shock. Esmur quickly wraps up the legs in a Shatterscape as Gebin locks in a cross face. Hyperion howls in agony but refuses to tap out. He grits his teeth and uses his free hand to free his head from Gebin. He then powers his legs to the mat sending Esmur into the middle turnbuckle. Gebin dives on Hyperion for a pin but he powers out immediately and crawls away. Gebin checks on Esmur as this match continues. Hyperion slowly rises. Gebin charges and gets caught with a uranage! Hyperion again is slow to his feet as he grabs Gebin and hits a scoop slam and stays on for a pin.

ONE!
TWO!
Gebin rolls the shoulder.

Hyperion just smiles as if he expected it. He stands up and is about to pick up Gebin but Esmur calls to him and charges for another Clarity. Hyperion dodges it. Esmur spins around and gets a clothesline for his trouble. Hyperion pins.

ONE!
Kickout by Esmur.

Hyperion looks angry now. His second wind coming on strong. He begins to rain punches down on Esmur. Esmur is looking battered. Hyperion shouts at him to yield but Esmur refuses. Hype rains more punches until he is forcibly stopped by a basement dropkick from Gebin. Hyperion now stumbles to his feet. Gebin leaps to the top but Hype springs up playing possum and charges. He grabs Gebin and steps up the ropes himself. Gebin however just says gotcha and slides out between his legs to the floor as Esmur comes from behind and nails Hype with a dropkick. Hype spins and sits on the top rope. Gebin now leaps up again and hooks him. He points out at the crowd before hitting his Spanish Fly finisher called the Nothingness. He pins.

ONE!
TWO!
KICKOUT! Hyperion stays on the mat but forces Gebin off.

The Nihilists both climb the turnbuckle and link arms. They fly off with a front flip leg drop … the Descent! Hyperion spits up blood. Both men pile on top of Hype.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!!!
DING DING DING!

Bonnie Jenkins: Ladies and gentlemen the winners of this match … Esmur and Gebin … THE NIHILISTS!!!

Joey: I don’t believe this. The Nihilists finally topple Hyperion!
King: That was an insane match.

Bodhi runs into the ring and tends to Hyperion as we go to a commercial break for BANG Fish Attractant Spray new improved formula with Bacon scent.

[Dave D-Flipz]

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The arena turns to darkness as we hear the sounds of a life support machine before the flatline, then the music plays as the spotlights turn red and pointing down to the stage. 

NO ONE WILL SURVIVE. 

YEAH, NO ONE WILL SURVIVE! 

THERE'S NO ESCAPE NOW, NO ONE WILL SURVIVE 

Out comes James Raymond as he walks towards the top of the ramp and stands in place, a smirk on his face as he looks out to the fans as they loudly boo him.  

OBLITERATE, ALL WHO MAY DEFY YOU 

THERE'S NO ESCAPE NOW, NO ONE WILL SURVIVE 

YEAH, NO ONE WILL SURVIVE! 

THERE'S NO ESCAPE NOW, NO ONE WILL SURVIVE 

He makes his way down to the ramp, still containing the smirk on his face and getting in the face of fans as they shout abuse at Raymond. Once he makes his way to ringside, he walks around the ring before grabbing the second rope and lifting himself up onto the ring apron and then looking out to the crowd. He hops over the top rope and stands dead center of the ring and mouths something to the crowd before getting to his corner and awaiting his opponent.

Hawke: Both of these men have title matches later on tonight so you would think they aren't looking to go all night!
King: ] Thank goodness, maybe it'll be a quick bout!
Hawke: Hey don't say that! These two are phenomenal talents!

As the guitar riff kicks in Dragon saunters on top of the ramp he surveys the crowd and lackadaisically throws both arms up, the crowd yelling "NO ONE GREATER" at him. Dragon takes slow deliberate steps down the ramp and avoids interacting with any fans, only fist bumping or acknowledging those dressed in James Dragon shirts, hats etc.

Dragon enters the ring and walks over to the corner, he crouches down and begins checking his boots, then his knee pads, his wrist tape before very slowly removing his leather jacket, shirt and ball cap, taking even longer to do these simple acts just to show how much he dislikes Raymond.

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FED WARFARE: AWF vs. AXW

One Fall Match
"The Highlight of the Night" James Dragon (AWF) vs "The Platinum Star" James Raymond (AXW)

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DING! DING! DING!

The bell rings and both men charge for each other, Raymond looks for a big superkick but Dragon ducks and hits the ropes, on the rebound delivering a massive dropkick - sending Raymond outside.

King: We're not even 16 seconds in and the actions already spilled to the outside... This is gonna be messy, Joey!
Joey: 16 seconds? Eh, I see what you did there.

Dragon slides to the outside and places Raymond against the barrier, he signals for the crowd to be quiet and looks for a patented chop, but Raymond moves out of the way and Dragon's hand connects with the solid steel. He holds it out in pain, turning around he is hit with a devastating kick to the chest. He doubles over and Raymond grabs him by the hair, and throws him right back into the ring.

Joey: Raymond wants to finish this quickly!
King: Let's hope it doesn't go as long as 16 minutes, eh!

As Dragon clambers to his feet Raymond hits the ropes and looks for a discus-knife edge chop, but "No One Greater" ducks and spins around 180 looking for a heel kick... It misses as Raymond side steps and kicks at Dragon's legs, who jumps over them and lands back upon the mat, trying to deliver a big superkick to the face! Raymond catches the boot! He spins him round 180 and looks for a superkick of his own, but misses as Dragon sidesteps and hits the ropes! Raymond swings for a clothesline but once more Dragon ducks and rebounds off of the rope, spring-boarding off of them and delivering one hell of a standing moonsault! Both men crash to the mat to thunderous applause. The boat sways from the ovation!

Joey: Don't rock the boat!!
King: No don't rock the boat, bay bay!

Dragon gets to his knees and grabs hold of Raymond's hair, pulling him in to a DDT lock and lifting him in the air, dropping him to the mat with a big brain-buster! He covers as the ref counts...

ONE! TWO! NO!

Raymond kicks his shoulder up and attempts to get back onto his knees, but Dragon applies a headlock and begins wrenching it in tight. He shouts things in his ear like "you a lil bitch". The crowd begin to get behind Raymond as he tries his best to fight out of it, but Dragon has none of it, and the Dragon faithful cheer him on into keeping the hold locked on tight.

Joey: Wait, what's this?!
King: : Raymond's looking to get out of it!

Raymond, with an un-godly amount of strength, somehow rises to his feet and lifts Dragon in the air, dropping him to the mat with a back-body drop, breaking the hold in the process. The crowd go wild as he scrambles to his feet and hits the ropes, on the rebound delivering a Sling Blade to the other James. Dragon scrambles to the outside, shocked at the roar power coming from the Platinum Star. Raymond taunts him and gets a massive pop from the crowd.

Joey: Raymond's still got a lot more to give!
King: Dammit!

Raymond runs the ropes and dives to the outside, hitting a massive tope-suicida to the better James. Both men crash into the guard rail as the ship rocks to one side, almost as if it's gonna capsize! Raymond slides back into the ring, Dragon chases in after him. Raymond once more hits the ropes but rebounds into a flying knee to the face! He drops to the mat as Dragon picks him up and delivers the...

LATE NIGHT RIDE!
Corkscrew Neckbreaker!

Joey: So soon?!
King: And like that... shock... boom! It's ALL over!
Joey: Wait no! No no no! Dragon's not done.

"No One Greater" once more picks the prone Raymond up and delivers his infamous...

FORTUNA!
Package Fisherman Buster!

Joey: THIS COULD BE IT!
King: No way!

ONE! TWO! THREE!
DING DING DING!

Joey: ...And like that it's all over... A diving knee shot to the face knocked Raymond silly, and gave Dragon the advantage to take over!
King: I reckon Raymond's just trying to preserve energy ahead of his massive Undisputed title match tonight!
Joey: Well nether the less, so was Dragon, and he still came out with the dub!





"Throat Full of Glass" by Combichrist begins to play over the speakers, beckoning a loud mix of both cheers and boos. As the vocals to his theme kick in, MGK makes his way out from behind the curtain. He stands at the top of the stage for a moment, briefly scanning the audience, seemingly indifferent to the crowd's presence. After a beat, he slowly begins to walk towards the ring, holding a proud fist up high above his head. He stops near the ring and lowers his arm, then walks around the ring to the stairs and jogs up to the ring apron. He turns around once more to face the crowd, then enters the ring. He walks to the center of the ring and drops down to one knee. Closing his eyes, he becomes motionless for a moment as the chorus of the song plays throughout the venue. After a moment, he leaps up to his feet and beats his chest angrily. He then walks over to the nearest turnbuckle, and leans into the corner casually, awaiting the match to start.

Jessie Love: This following match is scheduled for one fall! Already in the ring, from Detroit, MI - weighing in at 215 pounds. He is The Undisputed Icon, M.G.K.!

Romano: This is M.G.K.'s return to the AWF, but he's back in XHF land. He's home.
Taylor: I remember watching him as a kid. If he's as good as he was back then, Maverick has reason to be scared.



The music to Saw begins as we hear Jigsaw over the PA.

"Hello... Do you want to play a game?"

The music continues until we hear a loud scream throughout the entire ship.

Inception (Junkie XL Remix) begins to play as a mixture of cheers and boos ring out through the ship, the fans start to clap to the beat as black, cloaked figures with Pig Masks over their heads make their way out onto the stage. They all stand in a line on the stage, awaiting for Maverick to walk out.

Then, Maverick walks out, wearing a long trench coat and dragging an IV Stand with an Oxygen Tank attached to it, covering his face is the mask used for the Oxygen Tank.

Jessie Love: And on his way to the ring... From Wexford Town, Ireland, weighing in at 192 pounds. He is The Iconic Prince - Maverick!

Romano: The Original Jigsaw has risen from the dead! Maverick is channeling his inner John Kramer!
Taylor: The time for games are over, Maverick is looking to reitre MGK tonight by murdering his career.

Maverick walks to the ring, dragging the tank with him, as all of the Pig Masks take his side and walk down the ramp with him. As they reach ringside, the two leading Pig Masks from each side of Maverick help him with the tank, the mask and the coat. As they take them off him, we finally see the Saw themed attire that Maverick wears. He walks around the ring, climbing onto the ring apron. He raises his hand high into the air for a minute before dropping it down, turning around, and rolling into the ring. He stands centre of the ring, stretching his arms out and mouthing to the camera before climing to the second rope and raising his hand into the air one more time, whilst also soaking in the crowd's reaction.

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AWF Showcase Match

One Fall Match
"The Iconic Prince" Maverick vs MGK

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The referee feels the tension through the air and composes himself before he motions to the timekeeper, signaling this match officially underway! Maverick immediately charges at M.G.K., who quickly drops to the mat and takes his opponent down with a drop toe hold. M.G.K. stays on the mat and rolls around to grab Maverick's head in a front headlock. He uses his strength to get to his knees. M.G.K. gets to his feet, punches Maverick a couple of times on the back of the head then releases his hold. He runs off the ropes and meets Maverick with a clothesline. Maverick gets straight back up and M.G.K. aims a stiff kick to Maverick's gut, but Maverick catches his leg and kicks M.G.K.'s standing leg away from him, causing The Undisputed Icon to fall to the mat. Maverick goes for a quick cover:


...One!


...Tw-Kickout!

Taylor: One man's The Undisputed Icon. One man's the Iconic Prince - and they're all ready to see which one is the real Icon!
Romano: M.G.K. is quite obviously the more decorated wrestler, but Maverick is a budding warrior. It's quite interesting to see who'll take the victory here.

Maverick gets to his feet and grabs The Iconic Prince with him. He tries to throw a hard right, but Maverick ducks underneath it and grabs the XHF Legend's waist, lifts him high into the air and drops him with a German Suplex! He covers again:


...On-Kickout!

Maverick mounts M.G.K. MMA style, then begins hammering away at his face. M.G.K. keeps a tight guard with his hands over his face to avoid as much contact as he can, until suddenly the attacks suddenly stop, giving him the opportunity to push him off. M.G.K. gets to his feet and Maverick whips him off the ropes, but the former XHF Champion comes back with a spinning wheel kick! M.G.K. covers this time:


...One!


...Tw-Kickout!

M.G.K. gets up and waits for Maverick to rise, then throws him into the corner. He follows him over and delivers a few stiff chops to Maverick's chest with a lash so thunderous that it echoes throughout the ship. M.G.K. knees Maverick in the gut and lifts him to the top turnbuckle. He climbs to the top too. The crowd begins to pick up the noise. Maverick hears this as well, which is why he begins to punch M.G.K. back. M.G.K. begins to block the blows and grabs Maverick's head under his arm, then throws Maverick's arm over his own head. M.G.K. shouts toward the crowd. And with that roar, he lifts Maverick vertically above his head and leaps off the turnbuckle with an impactful superplex!

Taylor: M.G.K. took down Maverick in such a huge way! Can he capitalize?!
Romano: Or will he do what he has done before and get caught up in himself. If he doesn't appreciate Maverick's vigor, he'll live to regret it.

Maverick grabs his back in pain on the mat as M.G.K. gets back up. Once again, he climbs to the top of the turnbuckle among the defeaningly loud fans in attendance. M.G.K. looks around the thousands upon thousands in attendance, keeping himself balanced upon the rocking waves. During this time, Maverick gets to his feet. M.G.K. shoots off. Missile dropkick - IT HITS! He looks down on Maverick, who barely looks connected to consciousness. He runs to the ropes and bounces back off with a springboard moonsault! He covers Maverick to seal in the deal!


...One!


...Two!


...Tw-Kickout!

Taylor: This really shows a lot about Maverick to be able to take such punishment.
Romano: Not just that, but also M.G.K. He's had his share of injuries and with his age, it's easy to brush him off as going over the hill, but it's an exciting feat to witness yesterday's champion still holding their own today.

M.G.K. gets up and shows his displeasure to the referee. He tells him how his timing off and how he should notice a three count when one is made. Unfortunately for him, the referee doesn't change his mind. What does happen, however, is that Maverick slowly but surely gets to his feet. The ambitious young lad surprises M.G.K. with a forearm to the back of the head, forcing him to stagger forward. M.G.K. turns around to face Maverick and immediately received a kick in the knee, forcing him down. Maverick is quick to capitalize and dropkicks him in the face! Maverick turns M.G.K. onto his front and grabs his arm behind his back into a hammerlock, lying on top of M.G.K.'s back himself for leverage. He shouts in pain a little but stops every time the referee approaches to check on him. M.G.K. uses his other arm to stretch out and grab the ropes. Does he? ...Yes! The referee quickly makes the rope count: One, Two, Three, Four- Maverick lets go of M.G.K.'s arm. Maverick gets to his feet and stomps away on the back of his opponent's head, gradually wearing him down bit by bit. Maverick forces M.G.K. to his feet for some more punishment, but The Undisputed Icon gives a quick punch to Mav in the gut. He runs off to the ropes. M.G.K. runs back, but Maverick strikes him with a leg lariat! M.G.K. hits the floor and The Iconic Prince, still with the leg out, introduces the other leg and locks in a tight head scissors.

Taylor: And just like that, Maverick's been able to get on top!
Romano: It goes to show that until that bell rings and the referee lifts your arm in the air, you really shouldn't turn your back on someone like The Iconic Prince.

M.G.K.'s face goes red in the hold as he uses his hands to try and loosen the grip of Maverick's legs. Maverick eventually lets go himself and gets to his feet, smiling as he feels such a level of dominance over a clear XHF Legend. Plus, he has greater plans anyway. Maverick brings up both M.G.K. and himself to their feet once more and whips his opponent toward the ropes, bending over for a back body drop. As M.G.K. reaches Maverick again, he doesn't get back body dropped. Instead he stops just in front of Maverick and kicks him in the face! Maverick staggers back on to the ropes and M.G.K. chops him in the chest. He reverses a bit to regain some of his energy as the crowd boo the fact that he is back on his feet. M.G.K. has a sinister smile. He shoots towards Maverick with his patented superkick! However, Maverick ducks underneath it and lifts M.G.K. over the top rope and hard to the mat below!

Taylor: AND M.G.K. GOES OVER! Maverick's right on the cusp of victory!
Romano: Mav's firing on all cylinders. He ought to know the position he's in. He better not let up!

Maverick realizes that he has the upper hand now and climbs to the top rope. M.G.K., on the outside, quickly gets up. He turns around and finds Maverick dives over the top rope with a suicide dive! Both men crash onto the floor and everyone in the boat rise to their feet! Maverick rolls inside the ring by the three count. By the five count, M.G.K. starts to uses the side of the ring to help him rise to a vertical basis. Maverick slides out of the ring, resetting the clock again. He doesn't care about that. He doesn't even want to win the match by count-out. Maverick makes his way to M.G.K. and grabs him by the back of the head. He goes to SLAM his head against the apron, but M.G.K. is able to stop himself by anchoring his hands on the apron! M.G.K. turns his head and shoots a glare through Mav, spooking him. M.G.K. spins around and throws a big fist then knocks Maverick down! M.G.K. slides back into the ring. A few moments later, Maverick gets back to his feet and slides into the ring, where he is greeted by punch and punch from M.G.K. The Undisputed Icon takes charge and Irish whips Maverick to the ropes. On the rebound, M.G.K. moves forward with a clothesline, but Maverick ducks it. The former State of Ohio champion stops the momentum. Both M.G.K. and Maverick turn around and...

BOOM!

Maverick delivers superkick finisher that he calls The Icon Kick to M.G.K.!

...RIGHT AT THE SAME TIME THAT M.G.K. delivers his finisher superkick! The two competitors hit the ground and neither of them are moving! The noise level has hit a new high! The crowd is wild! Despite the cold temperatures in the dead of night in Atlantic winter waters, the climate in this match is hot-HOT!

Romano: HOLY FUCK!
Taylor: Did... Did I actually just hear you swear?

Seconds go by. A minute even passes, and neither of the men are doing little more than trying to get their back peeled off the canvas. They both struck each other. And they're both paying the price. The question is...

Taylor: The question is who can take the bigger ass kicking?
Romano: M.G.K. is older. He's been in high school before Maverick was even born, but M.G.K. is taller than Maverick by nearly half a foot.
Taylor: What difference does that make?
Romano: In many instances, like this one, when you're taller, you have longer legs. The longer your legs are, the more you shove into your superkicks and well... the "ouch factor" is higher.
Taylor: So that means...

Cassius Romano is right. With all the tension in the air, an eternity seemingly passed by. But alas, the match continued and it was M.G.K. who plopped himself onto Maverick, forcing his body weight onto the man who has already found it impossible to get up. The referee slides in for the pin:


...One!


...Two!


...THREE!


-NO! Maverick got the shoulder up! The crowd went absolutely wild! M.G.K. went white as if the life was just sucked out of his body.

Taylor: That was a three! I saw it! That was a three!
Romano: No, Tommy. It was close, but it was a two.
Taylor: Are you blind!? I heard the slap!
Romano: We could go back and forth all day, but the ref called it a two and a two it is.

M.G.K. crawls to the ropes. He starts to use them as leverage to pry himself off the floor and rise up to his feet. The fans begin to chant. "M.G.K. M.G.K. M.G.K." Slowly but surely, M.G.K. gets to his feet and by the time that rolls around, Maverick has gotten to a foot and a knee. M.G.K. looks at him and asks himself just what the hell he has to do in order to get this match to a close. That's when he realizes the position that Maverick's in. M.G.K., with a sick smirk, runs forward and strikes Maverick with his finisher shining wizard that he calls Icon Blitz! Wait! Maverick ducks it! M.G.K. gets up and turns around, gritting his teeth at the fact that his foot hit nothing but air. MAVERICK HITS M.G.K. WITH HIS ICON KICK! NO! M.G.K. CATCHES THE FOOT! Dragon screw! Finally, a move hits and Maverick hits the floor! M.G.K. gets up and looks down at Maverick, who's running on fumes. He grabs him by his now messed up hair and drags him to the turnbuckle. M.G.K. lifts him up to the second floor, while getting up on the third floor himself. He's going for it! He's going for his finisher Pepsi Plunge that he calls Punk Out! He's trying to grab his arms and hook them for the move, but Maverick's fighting it! With every ounce of his soul, he's fighting it and powering his way to not keep himself in this predicament, but BAM! Nearly concussing both competitors, The Undisputed Icon shoves his head against that of the Iconic Prince. This causes Maverick to loosen his group. M.G.K. hooks the arms.

Taylor: This is it!
Romano: No matter how this goes, this is the end!

Maverick knows what's about to happening. He knows his fate, but he's not going to accept it. He spreads his legs atop the second rope to optimize his balance as he begins to circle around. M.G.K. widens his eyes as he sees what Maverick's about to start doing. M.G.K. tries to move forward and hit the Punk Out, but notices the stance and realizes he isn't able to move out. He begins to throw more skull bashes to Maverick until Maverick circles around. That's when Maverick turns the tables and hooks the arms of his opponent! Maverick then hoists M.G.K. atop his shoulders and the people outside start going fucking wild. M.G.K. begins to use his instinctual skills. He begins to slip himself off Maverick. Mav positions himself, but then - M.G.K. slips his arm out! He frees his hand and lands a strike to his opponent. Maverick starts bleeding right on his brow! M.G.K. throws another punch, and Maverick's feet leave the bottom rope!

Taylor: He's falling!
Romano: No...

Maverick jumps from the second rope to the top rope, while readjusting his grip onto M.G.K. He jumps off the top rope and slams The Undisputed Icon with his Storm Breaker finisher! STORM OF THE PRINCE! The bloodied mess that is Maverick pins M.G.K. and the referee slides in for the count:


...One!


...Two!


...THREE!

Jessie Love: Here is your winner of the match: The Iconic Prince - Maverick!

Taylor: THAT WAS AMAZING! First Hyperion! Now M.G.K.!
Romano: I really have to applaud both these men. It's not everyday where it happens, but this is quite possibly a five star match. Bravo.

A few moments have passed and after the dust has settled and Maverick has had his hand raised, he turns around and finds M.G.K. staring at him in the face. The two are maybe a foot apart, but M.G.K. is in striking position and with Maverick with no ability to send him any blows, his eyes grow wide. That's when M.G.K. moves his hand forward - in the form of a handshake. Maverick looks down, and then looks back up at M.G.K. He's unsure. He's looking around and then back at the man who put him through hell and back. The fans then chime in.

"SHAKE HIS HAND. SHAKE HIS HAND. SHAKE HIS HAND."

And Maverick does it. He accepts M.G.K.'s handshake, and the crowd pops from this wholesome moment.

Taylor: What a great ending to this match, Cassius! One minute, the two are tearing each other's throats from their neck and the next, they're showing each other some good old fashioned respect!

Romano: That's the beauty of wrestling. This is all driven by determination. Before, these two were both determined to win and now, they're determined to show each other that they appreciate each other's wrestling prowess.

We cut to an area in the upper reaches of the arena. Reserved for high end people and the most important of people. Sitting in a press box like area is CEO of SSS Emi Sakata. She's in the arena with the other execs and with the SSS GM Yuuko Koizumi as well. They hear a knock on their door before a group of well dressed men in dark colored suits come into the room. Emi looks over and motions for them to come over.

Emi Sakata: "(I didn't know you were going to be here. Please come and sit down. Watch the show with us. Some may be joining us.)"

The well dressed men take her invitation and sit down. One, who can be assumed is the leader of the group extends his hand, revealing some tattoos on his arm. He shakes her hand and continues the conversation.

Man: "(Thank you for the invation, but we can't stay long. Boss just needed us to come and reassure with you that everything on your end has been taken care of.)"

Emi Sakata: "(Oh don't worry Yamaguchi-san, Everything on my end is coming together nicely. I just hope the others are doing their parts as we all discussed.)"

Yamaguchi: "(Oh don't worry about that Sakata-San. Everything is coming together nicely and we'll soon be ready to announce them soon.)"

With that the group of men get up and excuse themselves.

Yuuko Koizumi: "(What was that about Sakata-san?)"

Emi Sakata: "(Oh you'll see soon Koizumi-chan. They'll all see real soon...)"

We end the segment on a devilish smile from the always elusive Emi Sakata as we fade away into the next match.

Bonnie Jenkins: This next contest is scheduled for one fall! Featuring AXW against RSW! Representing AXW...Duke Kosloff and Chaos. They are Natural Born Chaos!

Chaos, wearing black trunks and a black leather jacket, stands at the top of the ramp. He looks to the left, he looks to the right, he kneels down on his left leg, and cups his hands over his face. The arena goes dark red and gold starts to flash as the arena fills with smoke. A monster (Duke Kosloff) slowly appears and stands behind the kneeling Chaos. As pyros shoot flames into the air, you can hear “Enter Sandman” by Metallica playing. Both men walk down to the ring with purpose. Duke methodically enters the ring, stepping over the top rope, whilst Chaos slides under the bottom. Duke stands like a God in the center of the ring as he waits for the bell to ring while Chaos turns to face the entrance. He places his his feet on the bottom and middle ropes, beckoning with his hand for his opponents to come on.

Hawke: I would say that this might be the most anticipated match of the night beyond the X*Crown match.

King: Natural Born Chaos against Filth Factory. This is gonna get good!

Bonnie Jenkins: And their opponents representing RSW. Anthony “Knucks” Stevenson and Salem Shepard. They are Filth Factory!

The Arena lights dim and flicker a few times as the word Filth Factory flickers on the Rio Tron Instead of it being blood dripping we see gold dripping from the letters down the screen and even dripping from Rio Tron to the ramp. Then the lights go down as two spotlights shine down on the ramp. 10 midget ladies dressed in very little Filth Factory black dresses with gold trim are on the ramp. They are kicking to a beat of music and they are kicking 3 feet high above their heads. They split down the middle and move to the side. 5 to the left and 5 to the right. The girls at the same time rip off their black and gold dresses. The girls are wearing gold thongs and pasties with gold tassels.

Oompa loompa doompety doo

We got da tag team champions

Oompa loompa doompety dee

If you are wise you’ll listen to me

What do you get when you Fuck with Filth Factory

Oompa loompa doompety da

Midgets, tons of them, all female, came out from behind the curtain wearing thong bikinis and had super soakers in hand, along with bloody body part necklaces. The female midgets lined both sides of the ramp as the song continued to play. They raised their super soakers high and stood still as two figures appeared from the top of the ramp.

A strobe light flickers a few times as “Filth Factory” by G-Mo Skee starts.

The midgets who weren’t terrorizing the fans with fake sperm and bloody body parts were twerking their little midget asses. Salem paused as they headed to the ring, from inside the mask he licked his lips as he stared at the short, fat legged gyrating midget booties.

Two charities are being pulled out by 12 midgets 6 on each side of each charity come out wearing horse heads and horse tail but plugs hang out of the thongs. These carts are gold and white, trimmed with red velvet interior. Red Filth Factory logos on the sides. Tag Champ belts are fitted on the front of each cart. Salem Face is painted like Normal and Knucks face is painted again like a skull but this time its White and Red paint making up a skull on his face. The two men are wearing black military pants cut off at the knees. They have on Black hoodies that say Filth Factory on it. A sexy midget rides with each feeding them grapes and giving them grapes.

Blood starts spraying from the super soakers and other oompa midgets continue playing with and tossing what looks to be real body parts dripping in blood, the arena goes dark as people scream as a huge saw blade starts going down the ramp slowly as a spotlight shines on it. A few bodies are laying on the ramp being held by the midgets. The blade hits the first body and you hear a woman scream as blood sprays on the crowd. The saw blade continues and cuts up the second body. The midgets drags the cut in half corpses. To the back, the lights turn back on. The duo is wearing black military shorts and black singlet tops that say Filth Factory. Fans are still trying to get the blood off of them.


Hawke: That was rather horrific.
King: That was some high profile entrancing!
Hawke: Looks like Knucks is going to start the match for the Filth Factory and Duke Kosloff for the Natural Born Chaos.

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FED WARFARE: AXW vs. RSW

One Fall Match
Natural Born Chaos (AXW) vs. Filth Factory (RSW)

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Knucks and Duke begin circling around each other as the bell rings to start the match, looking for an opening to strike.

Duke lashes out with a right hand, but Knucks ducks under it and hits a couple of body blows before lifting Duke up in a fireman’s carry and sends him back down to the mat! Duke tries to get right back to his feet, but is kicked back down to the mat by Knucks, who begins stomping him to keep him down.

Knucks backs away to the ropes to build momentum, hitting a drop kick on the rebound to send Duke back to the mat. Knucks mounts the fallen Duke and begins to wail on him with lefts and rights until Chaos leaps from the top rope to knock Knucks from his perch. Salem jumps into the ring, slamming a forearm across the side of Chaos’ head to send him from the ring. The ref forces Salem back out of the ring while Duke grabs Knucks by he dreads to slam home a headbutt hard enough to send Knucks to the mat.

Knucks is back up quickly, but falls prey to a superman punch that sends him back down to the mat! Now it’s Duke’s turn to mount Knucks, and bean him with several punches.

Duke stands up, pulls Knucks to his feet, and goes for a belly to belly suplex, but Knucks surprises him with a headbutt to stop the attempt. He hits his own belly to belly suplex to send Duke to the mat. Knucks tags in Salem, who gets Duke up into a suplex position. Knucks goes to the top rope quickly and the two hit an aided brainbuster!

Salem goes for the pinfall!

One


Tw-Duke kicks out!

Salem gets Duke to his feet, whips him into the ropes, and nails a facebuster on the rebound! Salem pulls Duke’s head between his legs to go for a piledriver, but Duke hits a back drop instead. He tags in Chaos, who leaps from the top rope with a quick leg drop! Chaos hits a side suplex, hooking the leg for the pinfall!

One


Tw-Salem kicks out!

Chaos kneels up, grabs Salem by the hair, and nails a right hand. He gets to his feet while waiting for Salem to rise. He goes for a suplex, but Salem whips him into the ropes. On the rebound, Salem hits a tilt-a-whirl body slam!

Hawke: This match certainly has some back and forth action going on.
King: AXW! AXW!
Hawke: Shouldn’t you try to be unbiased?
King: Shouldn’t you worry about your own self?

Salem tags in Knucks, who bounces off of the ropes while Salem does. A slingshot catapult right into Knucks for a massive clothesline! Salem exits the ring while Duke charges across the ring to chase him out. The ref ushers Duke out of the ring while Knucks gets a few punches in.

Knucks pulls Chaos to his feet and whips him into the corner where Knucks follows with an avalanche! He mounts Chaos in the corner and begins wailing on him with right hands before dropping down, pulling Chaos into a front face lock, and drops him with a ddt. He goes for the cover.

One


Two


Thr-Chaos kicks out!

Knucks stands up, pulling Chaos to his feet, and whipping him to the ropes. On the rebound, Knucks goes for a clothesline, but Chaos ducks under it and heads for the ropes. When both meet in the middle of the ring again, Chaos kick Knucks in the gut to double him over, and hits a gutwrench suplex! Chaos tags in Duke Kosloff.

Knucks gets to his feet as Chaos and Duke hit him both high and low.

Hawke: Forces of Destruction?
King: Are we saying random concepts now? Puppies! There.
Hawke: No, that’s the name of the move by Natural Born Chaos.
King: Right. I knew that.

Duke Kosloff applies a crippler crossface while Chaos exits the ring. The ref checks to see if Anthony will submit, but he refuses. Salem quickly breaks up the hold, hoping back out of the ring before Chaos can get into the ring.

Duke stands up, kicking Knucks in the rib cage before he can rise. Duke steps back for a moment to let Knucks get to his feet before grabbing him to whip him into the ropes. He hits a massive spinebuster on the rebound, hooking both legs for the pinfall.

One


Two


Thr-Knucks kicks out!

King: See? Domination by Natural Born Chaos!
Hawke: It certainly looks that way at the moment.

Duke gets Knucks up, going for the full Nelson. Knucks grabs Duke and hits a jawbreaker! Duke rolls around on the mat while holding his jaw while Knucks gets to his feet. Knucks runs across the ring, nailing Chaos with a right hand hair enough to send him to the floor. He grabs Duke and whips him to the Filth Factory corner.

Chaos slides into the ring to begin brawling with Knucks. While the ref is trying to break this up and send Chaos back to the outside, Salem uses the tag rope to begin choking Duke!

Hawke: How quickly the tide can turn when using underhanded tactics!
King: Makes perfect sense to me. The ref can’t see it while Chaos is busy being pissy about being punched.
Hawke: Did you just switch who you were rooting for?
King: No. Is that what you heard?

Chaos points out the obvious choke hold, but the ref is having none of it while getting Chaos to head back to his own corner. By the time the ref turns around, Salem has released the struggling Duke. Knucks runs across the ring, hitting an avalanche, and tagging in Salem. The two each grab an arm of Duke, seem to whip him across the ring, but change direction to slam Duke’s back into the corner. Knucks exits the ring under the ref’s watchful eye while Salem hits a double underhook suplex.

Salem pulls Duke up, hitting a piledriver, and going for the pinfall.

One


Two


Thre-Chaos breaks the pinfall!

Hawke: The match just about ended there!
King: Duh? I’m watching the same match.
Hawke: I didn’t mean that-nevermind.

Salem pulls Duke up and goes for a suplex, but Duke blocks it. Salem goes for the suplex again, but it is again blocked. Salem goes for the suplex a third time, but this time Duke reverses it.

Duke goes for the tag, getting it at the same time as Salem tags in Knucks. The two cross the ring at one another with Knucks nailing a big boot to the face that sends Chaos to the mat! Knucks pulls Chaos back to his feet, nails him with a left and a right before kicking him in the gut to double him over. Knucks hits a double axe handle uppercut that sends Chaos back over the top rope.

Knucks looks like he’s going to go over the top rope to attack Chaos when he sees. Duke Kosloff on the floor and pumps the brakes.

Hawke: Duke checking on Chaos outside. Looks like Knucks didn't want anything to do with that.
King: If you say so.

Duke checks on Chaos, helping him to his feet. He looks to the ring when he hears the crowd roaring. Knucks dives over the top rope, taking both Duke and Chaos down!

King: I didn’t think that Knucks was a high flyer, but look at that!
Hawke: That was crazy!

Knucks slowly works his way to his feet, rolling back into the ring. Chaos gets up, checks on Duke, and then rolls into the ring. Knucks drills the rising Chaos with a drop kick, sending him crashing to the mat.

Salem runs around the ring, grabbing Duke into a suplex position. He holds him for a few seconds, an jackhammers him to the concrete floor! Inside the ring, Knucks hits the AKS, smashing Chaos with his fists before going for the pinfall!

Hawke: Salem with the Nightmarez and Knucks with the AKS! This could be all over!

King: All over, but the crying!

One


Two


Three!

Salem rolls into the ring and raises Knucks’ hand as they celebrate their win.

Bonnie Jenkins: Winners of the match via pinfall...Filth Factory!

Lacey Johnson: This Match is a Buried at Sea Match and is for the unclaimed Dark Horse World Championship. The only way to win this match is to put to point your opponent in a body bag and then throw them overboard.

Lacey Johnson: First coming down the ring is the Italian Stallionnnnnnnnnnnnnn!!!

"Could've Been Me" by the struts and the entrance is he jogs out to the stage and down the aisle he high fives as many fans as possible on both sides, he makes his way around ringside high fiving fans as many as possible on both sides then he jogs up the steel steps and flings himself into the ring with a front flip into a series of headstand front handsprings.

Nikita Petrov: This guy was impressive at "Night of Gambits" Drake.

Drake Kingston: Yes, yes he was Nikita.

Lacey Johnson: ...And introducing his opponent, wrestling out of New York state, John Doe!!!

When the song "Mask off (Mask On) Remix" by Joyner Lucas starts playing smoke would start to bellow out of the stage area. As soon as the beat drops out behind the curtain would walk out John Doe. At first, his head would be titled as he lumbers forward, but then breaks out in pop and lock styled dance at the top. He would make his way down to the ring, swaying to the music, hoisting his hand out to the crowd along the way. Doe would slide in the ring and complete the dance with a few more moves before loosening up with some hops in place and shaking out his limbs. He would also check his mask to make sure it was situated right.

Nikita Petrov: This monster scares me to death Drake.

Drake Kingston: He scares everyone, Nikita. Looks as if the referee is ready for the match to start.

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DHW Championship Match

Buried at Sea Match
John Doe vs. Italian Stallion

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Bell Rings: DING DING DING.

Nikita Petrov: We have a big match here and we got to commentate this Dark Horse World Title Match and there are no ropes so no breaks or nothing in this match this will be pure hardcore till someone is body bagged and overthrown.

Drake Kingston: Yes I will tell you this someone's going to get hurt although we brought some weapons here as well as this submarine. I won't look overboard because I may get sick. But we are off and as long as were active on here I will be fine I hope. John Doe and Stallion go at it and they meet up and both are throwing punches at one another. Yes, I love this kind of fights right in the middle of the ship.

Nikita Petrov: Again in this match also no pin or submission or DQ, just beat your opponent until you can shove them into a body bag then throw them over. Let me throw you over, Drake.

Drake Kingston: No that is quite alright. And Doe lands a knee in the midsection of Stallion, and he takes Stallion by the hair and throws him into one of the steel doors of entry. Doe goes back and darts at Stallion and lands a stinger splash like move onto Stallion and Steel Door.

Nikita Petrov: Doe is on a roll in the early going as Stallion drops and he goes on top of Stallion but ref reminding him it's not a pinfall match. Doe stands up and delivers a leg drop onto Stallion, and as Stallion turns around onto his stomach and sees a black pot Doe jumps off the ladder and Stallion rings his bell with the pot dropping Doe.

Drake Kingston: He rang his bell alright. Stallion gets up walks couple feel to get a chair and administers the punishment on Doe BAM one shot BAM a second shot BAM a third shot a fourth a fifth and Stallion is letting loose after about eight or nine chair shots to the back and lower back.

Nikita Petrov: Doe is barely able to move and Stallion early finds a body bag and unzips it and lays it out on deck and goes back for Doe and lifts him up and body slam to the hard wooden floor area And Stallion is not done he grabs up Doe and sends him up on the deck and from here its all steel from here.

Drake Kingston: And Doe lay's on top of the body bag and realizes what he is on and quickly squirms away from the body bag. Stallion backs up darts to Doe and delivers a big boot and he lands up against the leaning posts but if he goes over he hit the waters it will be over. Stallion runs at him with a Stinger Splash and Doe catches him in mid-air.

Nikita Petrov: He going to throw him over, but Stallion rakes the eyes and blasts a Superkick and dropping Doe laying up against the posts. Stallion wants this to end so he backs up and charges with his knee and lands a knee to the forehead of Doe.

Drake Kingston: Stallion's getting mad now he finds a table, a chair, and a steel garbage can and lays them all and moves next to him, as he yells for Doe and Doe tries a bicycle kick from nowhere misses and Stallion nails him with a chair right to the head, and now he takes a can and smashes the head of Doe in and stuff's the can over Doe kicks him in the gut and lifts him up and Powerbomb through the table with him in the can. That is amazing.

Nikita Petrov: This is something else. Man what anyone would do to become a World Champion here in this match. And Doe is slowly getting out of can and Stallion is headed to the top of the ship. That at least 50 feet up from ladder to top. Here he goes and Doe moves and Stallion Crashes and Burns to the hard hard steel floor.

Drake Kingston: I think that broke some bones there and he is out. Stallion is out and Doe is smiling big as he takes a chair and starts chair shotting the rib area, the back area. Doe finds a second chair put a chair under his head. Uh Oh conchairto. BAMM yes his head was smashed in between two chairs. Stallion is Out cold. Doe lifts his dead body up and lays him next to the body bag.

Nikita Petrov: Doe is signaling a piledriver on the hard steel floor and lifts him up and BAMMMMM piledriver and he is laid out on the body bag. Doe is zipping the body bag up.

Drake Kingston: He got him in the bag zipped up and now taking him over to the overboard banisters and lifts him up and throws bagged Stallion overboard into the icy cold sea. It's over.

Bell Rings DING DING DING...


Lacey Johnson: WINNER OF THE MATCH AND YOUR FIRST EVER DARK HORSE WORLD CHAMPION. JOHN DOEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!

Nikita Petrov: Stallion hit 50 feet to the hard steel floor and put him out and then a piledriver and chair shots ended Stallion.

Drake Kingston: I would say so Nikita, but what a match to crown our New Dark Horse World Champion John Doe. Now, let us go back to the other broadcast team for Supremacy.

BUT WAIT, THERE'S MORE! The sudden blade drop sound rings through the ship as the music plays, fans not knowing the music but one man steps out from the entrance way as the newest signing to Dark Horse Wrestling named Corvexx has arrived. Wearing ripped, black jeans and a leather jacket, he takes a few steps forward before doing his double cut throat motion. He pulls out a microphone from his jacket pocket as the music dies down.

King: Looks as if John Doe's celebration's being interrupted.

Corvexx: Darkness has risen from this earth. Time for a change, time for new beginnings oh so soon. New? Is that what you ask? Well, Mr. Doe/Stallion (Change to the winner of the match), I bring something new to the table and there will be changes. New... changes. By that, I mean there will be a new Dark Horse Wrestling Heavyweight Champion and his name goes by one word... CORVEXX! John Doe/Italian Stallion, I am the next in line for that title and you will... Live... In... Fear.

The music plays out as Corvexx does his double cut throat motion once again before heading to the back.

King: What a challenge from a dark man.
Joey: That's what Dark Horse is all about the Darkness.

[Dave D-Flipz]

“My Own Worst Enemy” by Lit hits and, looking surprisingly coherent, Randy Angel stumbles out on the deck, drinking a bottle of beer while covered in the A*Crown Championships. Oh, and the CW Shooting Star Championship. He smiles confidently as he zig-zaggedly makes his way to the ring.

Joey: Randy put his career in CW on the line for this match
King: You mean lack of career, Randy quit that hole
Joey: Wait, then why does he hold their title?
Randy: Because, my friends, Randy is super cool. He is the dominant Angel now! Look at him in all his glory, Nell!

Yes, Randy made a pit stop at the commentary table.

Joey: Get to the ring, you drunk!

Randy gives in to the old man’s demands and wanders to the ring to wait for the CW owner, Jefe.

.......

And he waits.


........

And waits.....

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CW Shooting Star Championship Match

Champoon Wrestling Contract on the line, One Fall Match
Jefe vs. Randy Angel ©

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Joey: Where is Jefe?

Finally Randy Angel calls for a mic.

Randy: Sorry folks, I guess it wasn’t Jefe time. Looks like the I’m the Shooting Star champ forever! Look at me, Nelly!

Randy crumples out of the ring and makes his way out.

King: Where could Jefe be?
Joey: Could this mark the end of Champoon Wrestling?
Randy: Probably.
Joey: GET OUT OF HERE!




As the guitar riff kicks in Dragon saunters on top of the ramp he surveys the crowd and lackadaisically throws both arms up, the crowd yelling "NO ONE GREATER" at him. Dragon takes slow deliberate steps down the ramp and avoids interacting with any fans, only fist bumping or acknowledging those dressed in James Dragon shirts, hats etc.

Jessie Love: The following match is scheduled for one fall and it is for the AWF Midwest Championship! Making his way to the ring - he is the challenger... James Dragon!

Dragon enters the ring and walks over to the corner, he crouches down and begins checking his boots, then his knee pads, his wrist tape before very slowly removing his leather jacket, shirt and ball cap, taking even longer to do these simple acts if against an opponent he particularly dislikes.

Taylor: Here comes James Dragon. This is his chance at redemption. This is his time.
Romano: But can he finally defeat Ray Harlowe. This is something we'll find out here tonight. Right now.



As his AWFTron hits, Roy Harlowe comes out. Except, he doesn't come out as cold and distant as he normally does. No, Roy Harlowe has come out dazed and deranged. He's been mentally mangled and looks like a completely different person right now. He stumbles into the ring. His eyes are empty.

Jessie Love: And his opponent, the champion... Roy Harlowe!

Taylor: Is... Is Roy OK? He's a bit different. I'd want to say he's not normal, but normal is never the right word to use for him... Even when he is normal.
Romano: It looks like Roy Harlowe has his demons that he's dealing with. In whichever form the demons are, we'll never know, but he is here and that's all that's necessary for this match to happen.

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AWF Midwest Championship Match

One Fall Match
Roy "The Sorrow" Harlowe © vs. James Dragon

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The bell rings and the referee holds the championship up high above his head. Immediately, hungry for competition, Dragon shoves the referee out of the way and hits Fortuna on an unsuspecting Harlowe! The referee slides the title out of the ring and gets up to count but the delay may have hurt him!

Taylor: What the hell just happened? 
Romano: I don’t know, but “The Sorrow” seems caught completely off guard!

One… tw-

Harlowe kicks out!

Taylor: That’s the mark of a real champion, Cassious! 
Romano: Getting suplexed? Listen I don’t know what’s wrong with the AWF Midwestern champ, he seems to be very out of it, something is clearly not right here, but his resiliency speaks for itself. Most men would be knocked out from that maneuver.

Dragon gets back up, focused and unimpressed, scoops up Harlowe, and delivers another Fortuna! This time the referee counts as Dragon maintains the bridge.

One… Two…. Three!!!! 

Taylor: And we have a NEW Midwestern Champion!
Romano: Something about this doesn’t feel right to me but nonetheless Tommy you are correct.

Jessica Love: Ladies and gentlemen your winner and NEW AWF Midwestern Champion… JAMES DRAGON!!!!

The referee awards James Dragon the title as Harlowe rolls out of the ring, with a look mixed of bewilderment, confusion, and anger.

Taylor: What a shocking turn of events!

Derrick Donovan: Thanks Hawke! I'm Derrick Donovan, here live at Supremacy! Joining me as always is "Boom Boom" BB Gunn!

BB Gunn: Welcome to Supremacy, Dono! Look at this roaring crowd, they're pumped to be on a floating sh*t transporter, and I am too! Up next, we've got a real slobber knocker, as Dreadvan faces his toughest challenge to date, against "Hammerhand" Blake Luthor!
Derrick Donovan: And that match starts right now! Let's go to the ring!

The lights go down around the barge, and a lone spotlight shines upon AXW's ring announcer, Alpha.

Alpha: The following contest is scheduled for one fall...

[...ONE FALL...]

Alpha: ...and it is for the XHF European Championship!

"Brawler" by Epic Inspirational Music plays through the sound system, as Blake Luthor slowly walks out from the back.

Alpha: Introducing the challenger, weighing in at 125 kilograms, from The Baddest Fighting Pits on Planet Earth, "Hammerhand" Blake Luthor!

The crowd boos, as Luthor's perpetual scowl makes him a heavily hated individual. He walks down the ramp, ignoring the fans ringside as he rolls under the bottom rope. He stands in the center of the ring, banging his hands together with a metallic clang.

BB Gunn: Blake Luthor is no man to sleep on. From a small career as a pit fighter, he's known for fighting men in no-hold-barred situations! Plus, with all those hand injuries turning his hands into wrecking balls, I think he just might be the man to topple Dreadvan!
Derrick Donovan: Those metal hands will definitely hit harder than anything Riggs has thrown at him, but remember BB, Dreadvan has never been pinned or submitted. His only loss comes as a result of a DQ, and I think that will remain his only loss after tonight!

"Beware of Demons" cuts in, and if you thought the boos were loud just before, they're thunderous now.

Alpha: Introducing his opponent, he weighs in at 250 kilograms. From Blackfish, South Dakota, he is the reigning XHF European Champion, "The Demon" Dreadvan!

The spotlights all converge on the stage, where a rather large cart slowly drives through the curtain. Two hot babes in bikinis stand on either side of the gigantic Dreadvan, who's currently sipping on an extra large soda and waving to the fans, who boo him off the ship! A few articles of trash are thrown at him and bounce off his blubbery body, but suddenly a cheeseburger flies through the air. With grace, Dreadvan leaps up off the cart(which admittedly is probably just a few inches off the cart) and grabs the burger in his mouth, swallowing it whole.

This garners a small pop, before Dread himself pulls out what looks to be a t-shirt launcher, but then starts shooting cheeseburgers into the crowd! They roar as meat starts flying all around! The cart slowly comes to a halt, and Dreadvan steps over the ropes into the ring, holding his championship high in the air for all to see!

Derrick Donovan: What. An. Entrance.
BB Gunn: This trumps anything we've seen Dreadvan do before. It's beautiful.

A lone tear falls down BB's face as the referee takes the European Championship, holding it high up for everyone to see.

Derrick Donovan: This is what it's all about. The XHF European Championship.
BB Gunn: One hundred eighty nine days. That's how long he's held the European Championship.
Derrick Donovan: Stormcrow's reign capped at two hundred seventy one days. I think Dreadvan is going to take the longest reign in European Championship history.
BB Gunn: It'll all ride on what happens here tonight.
Derrick Donovan: #ridethevan

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AXW Presents XHF European Championship Match

One Fall Match
Dreadvan © vs. Blake Luthor

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Blake Luthor and Dreadvan step up to the center of the ring, and Luthor takes the first shot. A mighty roundhouse punch that knocks Dreadvan silly! He stumbles back, as the crowd "Oohs." Dread looks a bit shocked, his foes normally hit weaker than that. Hammerhand begins to wail away on Dreadvan, heavy metallic blows smashing his innards. He brings Dread to a knee, then lifts him up for a powerslam that shakes the entire barge!

BB Gunn: Woah! Few more moves like that and we'll be going down like the titanic!
Derrick Donovan: I have a family back on the mainland of the UK! I don't need this ship sinking today!

Blake begins to smash his fists into the face of Dreadvan, back and forth blows as he intends to kill the Demon, represent Europe in the finest way possible. Dread takes it all, absorbs the blows, and KAMEHAMEHAH!'s Luthor off of him, soaring ten feet away and smacking into the turnbuckles.

BB Gunn: It's a bird! It's a plane!
Derrick Donovan: Don't...
BB Gunn: It's a super... um... I got nothing.

Dreadvan begins to make his way to his feet, but Luthor's hot on his heels, charging at Dread with his fist cocking back...

[...HAMMERHAND BLAST!...]
(Superman Punch)

BB Gunn: Oh sh*t!
Derrick Donovan: Dreadvan's out cold!

Blake runs to Dread for a quick cover.

[...ONE...]

[...TW-KICKOUT...]

Derrick Donovan: That was a near fall by Luthor, the explosive speed caught Dread off-guard!
BB Gunn: It looks like he's not done yet! Here he goes!

Blake punches Dread a few times in the head, before running the ropes, this time cocking back and putting a little spin into...

[...HAMMERHAND BLAST!...]

And as if that wasn't bad enough, this second superman punch busts Dreadvan wide open! Luthor, doing all he can to sentence Dread back to the pits of hell, covering him again.

[...ONE...]

[...TWO...]

[...THR-KICKOUT!...]


BB Gunn: That's the closest we've ever seen to Dreadvan getting pinned!
Derrick Donovan: Those scary metal hands are doing a number on him! What'll it take to finish him off?
BB Gunn: Remember, he's gotten no offense in as of now. He needs some desperate work in to get back on level footing.

Blake turns around, posing on the ropes, and while he does that...

Dreadvan does a kip up.

Dreadvan, a near-600 pound man, kips up like he's Shawn Michaels.

BB Gunn: ...
Derrick Donovan: ...
BB Gunn: He just...
Derrick Donovan: Mhmm...

Blake turns around, to see Dreadvan running towards him with a splash in the corner! He lifts Luthor on his shoulders, and plants him with a barge-shaking running powerslam! Dread then runs the ropes for a senton!

Derrick Donovan: ...
BB Gunn: WHAT KIND OF ARSENAL HAS DREADVAN BEEN HIDING FROM US THIS WHOLE TIME?

Dread is feeling the energy emitting from the crowd, it's electric and they're ready to eat up what Chef Dreadvan serves. He grabs Luthor by the face, lifting him up.

Dreadvan: CAN YOU SMELL WHAT THE DEMON IS COOKING?

Dreadvan lifts Hammerhand above his head, but Blake returns to his senses and slams both fists down on his head! Dread is stunned, busted open even more, and Blake runs the ropes for a double chopblock! This only brings Dread to his knees, and Blake, being cocky, slaps Dread a few times, much to his amusement. With Dread down to a knee, runs the ropes. He leaps high upon the rebound and cocks his fist...

[...HAMMERHAND BLA-NO!]

As he goes for the Superman punch again, Dread stands up and locks Blake in a wristlock, before irish whipping him to the ropes. On the rebound, he lifts Blake up for...

[...THE CARWRECK!...]
(Sitout Crucifix Powerbomb)

Derrick Donovan: That's allllll she wrote!
BB Gunn: Come on, Luthor! Kick out, you're so close to finishing him off!

The ref slides into position, as Dreadvan flops over Luthor.

[...ONE...]

[...TWO...]

[...THREE!...]

"Beware of Demons" blasts over the PA as Dreadvan is helped to his feet, and handed the XHF European Championship.

Derrick Donovan: Another successful defense for Dreadvan. Luthor was his biggest challenge yet, but just like everyone else, he came up too short.
BB Gunn: My question is, what's next for the Demon?
Derrick Donovan: I'm sure we'll find out more on the next edition of Anonymous TV.

Dreadvan straps his championship around his neck, flexing like Hulk Hogan, as we cut to commercial.

Taylor: Thanks guys. We’re back again with The AWF Prestige Title match. It’s The Savior of the AWF vs Technical Perfection.
Romano: Reece is too earnest for me. And Chris Card…
Taylor: Has anybody even seen Chris Card today?
Romano: I certainly haven’t. And I couldn’t even get a scoop on where he is.

A choir, clad in white, walks put slowly into the entrance area. Row ofter row of talented singers line up, each one ready for this epic performance. With passion and conviction in their hearts, they begin to perform a stirring rendition of “Amazing Grace” as the Saviors 'tron appears on the barge’s big screens.

AMAZING GRACE HOW SWEET THE SOUND
THAT SAVED A WRETCH LIKE ME
I ONCE WAS LOST BUT NOW AM FOUND
T’WAS BLIND BUT NOW I SEE.

Fifteen men in white robes slowly walk out from the back, bearing candles that flicker against the cold air of the Atlantic Ocean. Twelve of them fan out, delivering bibles and prayers to members of the crowd. The final three walk towards the center of the ring and disrobe. “The Family Man” Danny Ray and “The Dreamer” David DePew, each wearing modified white versions of their regular ring gear. The final man disrobes mid ring, revealing “The Reverend” Thomas Reece. Reece lifts a microphone to his lips in one hand and opens his leather bound bible to a pre selected page effortlessly with the other.

Before Reece can get a word out, however, the XHFtron cuts to the bridge of a very expensive luxury yacht. The quieter refrains of “O Fortuna” by Carl Orff begin to play to the gathered crowd on the AWF Barge. Reece looks, let’s just say ticked off by this interruption.

Chris Card: STEADY COURSE, HELMSMAN! CLOSE IN ON THAT BARGE!
Helmsman: AYE AYE, CAPTAIN!

Sors immanis
Et inanis,
Rota tu volubilis,
Status malus,
Vana salus
Semper dissolubilis…

The cameras on the AWF barge focus out into the briny waters as the yacht approaches, at some speed, flying the flag of Chris Card, black with a purple spade and a skull laid over the top. Card has stepped out onto the deck and shouts out through a megaphone.

Chris Card: PERMISSION TO COME ABOARD!
Barge Hand: AYE, SIR!

SORS SALUTIS!
ET VIRTUTIS!
MICHI NUNC CONTRARIA!
EST AFFECTUS!
ET DEFECTUS!
SEMPER IN ANGARIA!

And Card nimbly climbs up the gangplank and boards the XHF Barge as the triumphal blasts of the horns signal the end of this operatic entrance. Then as Card steps onto the barge, the music sharply changes with that familiar drum fill, then the harsh harmonica line and killer guitar riff that marks the start of “DC Sound Attack!”

Romano: Well, if you were wondering where Chris Card was, he's here now!

Card slaps hands with the crowd as he bustles his way through them and up to the ring area, sliding under the bottom rope. Card leans against the ropes, throws the X across his chest and gets himself checked over by the referee (who, as is customary, finds absolutely nothing wrong.)

Romano: Life lesson for you, Taylor.
Taylor: What’s that?

Romano: Never try to upstage Chris Card.

Taylor: Let's go over to Jessie with the introductions.

Jessie Love: The following match is scheduled for one fall..

Crowd: ONE FALL!

Jessie Love: And is for the AWF Prestige Championship. Introducing first, standing to my left, accompanied tonight by “The Dreamer” David DePew and “The Family Man” Danny Ray, he comes to us from “The Church” and weighed in tonight at two hundred-fifty pounds, he is “The Savior” THOOOOOOMAS REEEEEEEEEECE.

Reece crosses himself and looks to the heavens for inspiration in lieu of a more show off pose.

Taylor: Thomas Reece looks ready for battle tonight.
Romano: Are you ready to be saved?
Taylor: I’m already a good person, Cassius.
Romano: I’ve seen what you’re like outside the commentary booth, Taylor. Maybe you shoulkd ask Reece to have a look at your spiritual health.

Jessie Love: And his opponent, he hails from the Rosedale neighbourhood of Toronto, Ontario, Canada, he weighed in tonight at two hundred twenty and one half pounds, he is known as “Technical Perfection”, and he is very…

Crowd: VERY!

Jessie Love: ...good at what he does. He is your reigning and defending AWF Prestige Champion, CHRIIIIIIIIIS CAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARD!

Card throws the “Cross your Heart” X one more time, before retreating to his corner to warm up. Reece has a few words with his fellow saviors before ordering them to the back.

Taylor: Thomas Reece looks like he wants to face this one alone.
Romano: That is the smartest move he could have taken. The more moving parts there are in a match, the more Chris Card can leverage situations out of them. It may seem counterproductive but the best way to beat Chris Card in a gunfight is to have as few guns lying around as possible.

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AWF Prestige Championship Match

One Fall Match
Chris Card © vs. Reverend Thomas Reece

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The bell rings and the wrestlers begin circling mid ring. Reece doesn’t know wuite how to approach Card who has his dukes up in a proper Muay Thai stance. Reece tries to duck inside to lash out with a punch and Card hops backwards out of Reece’s reach. Card considers rearing his leg back and unleashing a Calling Card just to open things up but Reece, learning from recent mistakes, backs up and Chris Card just puts the leg down. Card smiles, confidently.

Taylor: Was Chris Card looking to put Reece down with a quick shot there?
Romano: Possibly, but he thought better of it.

Closing the distance quickly, Reece goes for a collar and elbow tie up. Card accepts. Reece powers Card backwards a couple of steps but Card uses the momentum of his step back to wrest one arm free and transition to a wrist lock. Card steps forwards again and forces Reece downwards, moving to a top wrist lock. Reece uses his strength advantage to stand, reverse the pressure and take wrist control himself. Looking to shoot Card off, Reece tries to fling his opponent towards the ropes but Card uses the loosening of control to jerk Reece’s arm suddenly and lock it up behind his own back. Card tries to wrap his free arm around Reece’s neck, but Reece spins out of the hold, taking wrist control again. Reece tries for a sharp short arm clothesline but Card ducks underneath, shakes himself free and the pair turn and square up again.

A Fan: WRESTLING!
Crowd: YAAAAAAAAAAY!

A flailing punch from Reece leaves his arm open for Card to snatch it sharply and apply a little twist, wringing it out. Card steps under, offering a second torturous twist as he looks to create an opening. Reece, however, rolls through and reverses the pressue. Using his height advantage for leverage, Reece pushes down on Card who arches his back to lessen the impact of the hold. In the process, however Card’s shoulders touch the mat…

ONE!

But Card counters using his Brazilian Jiu Jitsu, throwing his legs up and catching Reece in his guard. Reece tries to work on the arm but with the minimum amount of distance, relinquishes control and throws a few very short elbows instead. Card, knowing this position very well, goes for a grounded sweep and flips the pile, taking top position with ease. Card goes for the cover straight away…

ONE!

But Reece kicks out. Card stands and backs away, allowing Reece to stand.

Taylor: A couple of early pin attempts, neither man being able to gain an early advantage.
Romano: Thomas Reece has such solid defense. Chris Card is in his wheelhouse. It’s no surprise that this competition has been close so far.
Taylor: Who do you think this favours overall, Cassius?
Romano: Well, Reece is going to have to use all of his spirit if Card can make this a game of hold and counter hold. Getting into a grappling contest with Chris Card is a bad idea, Taylor.

Reece effortlessly dodges backwards to escape a loose, arcing kick from Card, possibly just a gauge of distance more than a concerted effort to land a blow. Card retains his balance perfectly, but Reece uses the moment’s readjustment to close in and grab Card’s arm. Reece hurls Card across the ring with a vicious Irish Whip and, upon Card’s return, uses Card’s momentum against him to launch him with a hip toss. Card rolls through to get back to a vertical base and Reece rushes the far ropes, extending an arm looking for the Clothesline From Heaven. Card, knowing the move, slides down to mat level to avoid the contact. Reece career through, having whiffed on his strike, and bounces off the far ropes. When Reece heads back within Card’s range it’s the Canadian who hits a hip toss. Reece rolls through to his feet and both men have exactly the same idea at exactly the same time, both men going for drop kicks and both catching nothing but air.

Crowd: EX-AITCH-EFF! EX-AITCH-EFF! EX-AITCH-EFF!

Taylor: The crowd seem to be getting into these competitors.
Romano: This is the sort of action you only get on this network, that’s why.

With a determined stare, Reece strides into striking range with Card and throws a bomb of an European Uppercut that connects clean. Card absorbs 6the blow and returns fire with a massive Shotei. Reece fires back with a second European Uppercut. Card fires back with a second Shotei, crashing his palm into Reece’s jaw. Reece fires a third, Card fires a third and Reece pumps his arms to motivate himself and launches a multiple hit assault of kicks, uppercuts and punches. Card is forced to cover up for a second and Reece punctuates his flurry with a standing drop kick that sends Card down to mat level.

Taylor: Reece with a little burst of offence there.
Romano: It takes a certain internal fire to get the best of Chris Card in a stand up exchange. You have to credit Reece for managing it.

Reece sharply drops a leg across Card’s chest and cinches in a grounded side headlock. Card squeezes his way out sharply and tries to grab for one of Reece’s arms but Reece rolls away and being the first man up, adds a couple of sharp stomps. Not wanting to give the Canadian any space to get to his feet, Reece leaps and drops a senton, turning it instantly into a back press…

ONE!


TWO!


… Card kicks out.

Taylor: Easy kickout for Card.
Romano: Reece is going to have to turn it up a notch to put our champion away,

Reece lifts Card up off the mat and extends an arm across Card’s throat…

Taylor: He could be looking to do that right now!

…but before Reece can deliver the uranage part of The Testimony, Card is smart enough to land a couple of solid back elbows to free himself. Reece reels back, but catches Card by the neck and as he over balances, loops Card up and drives him down with an improvised DDT. Not wanting to let go of his opponent, Reece quickly gets to his feet and locks in a front chancery, snapping Card over with a precise suplex. Reece covers again…

ONE!


TWO!


TH. Card kicks out.

Taylor: Reece is dialling up the pressure on Chris Card.
Romano: Pressure, pressure, pressure. Do NOT allow you opponent a moment’s respite.

Seeming like he instinctively knows what Romano just said, Reece hammers down a couple of meaty fists to keep The Technically Perfect one stunned. Reece stands and allows Card to stand, groggily before grasping his arm and flinging him into one of the corners. Reece mounts the second rope and punches down at Card’s head with some, let’s say MOST, of the crowd counting along..

Crowd: 1… 2… 3… 4… 5… 6… 7… 8… 9… 10!

Reece turns around on the ropes as Card wheels away from the corner, again slightly groggy. As Card turns to face him, Reece leaps off, grabbing Card by the waist in mid air and levering him over into a sunset flip…


ONE!


TWO!


TH.. Card rolls a shoulder to break the count.

Taylor: Reece getting closer to that win the he wants.
Romano: There’s a fine line between wants and needs. Reece asked for this match, he has something to prove here.

With Card half in the pinning position that results from the sunset flip, Reece attempts to lever himself forwards and rain down strikes from the mount. One big meaty fist smacks Card upside the jaw. And a second. And a th…

Card springs the trap and locks in the rubber guard. Card’s legs were already near enough Reece’s waist and all he had to do was ride up a little and lock his arms behind Reece’s head as he leaned forwards. Reece wriggles to try to free himself as Card smells blood in the water. He lets Reece free himself a little and then goes RIGHT for the arm, forcing Reece to grasp desperately to lock his hands and not get caught in a jujigatame. Card ground sweeps and flips the pile, taking top mount with ease. He changes the point of attack and switches his arms to lock them behind Reece’s skull. Card rocks backwards and pushes straight down, forcing Reece’s chin down towards his chest and his neck to bend uncomfortably.

Taylor: Card has switched the momentum over there!
Romano: One lapse in concentration it all it takes.

Cranking the hold with a technical acumen few can match, Card works over Reece’s neck with the vicious resolve of a professional killer. Unsatisfied that he doesn’t get a more instant tap, Card relinquishes the hold and stands. Card warms his hands in a very, “and now the work begins,” fashion and dismissively lashes Reece’s back with a stiff shoot kick. Reece grasps at his neck and winces in pain. Card backs off and allows Reece to slowly stand before lifting his kicking leg and delivering standing roundhouse kicks to the back of the head, spine and thigh, which takes Reece down, hitting a rolling neck snap and holding onto the head, floating over into a front chancery.

Taylor: Card with the bursts of offense.
Romano: Chris Card doesn’t hit hard. But he hits well. And everything is setting something else up. It’s.. almost beautiful, Taylor.

Rolling backwards, Card keeps the front chancery locked on as he drags Reece up to his feet. Muay Thai vertical elbows drops, two or three, rain down onto Reece’s pinned head. Card pulls Reece in nice and tight and knees Reece in the stomach, unbalancing The Reverend for a second before snapping him over with a suplex. Card holds onto the front chancery again and then bridges backwards, floating over into a more damaging version of the move.

Taylor: OH MY GOD! DID CARD JUST TRAP REECE IN THE ARK?
Romano: That’s just rubbing salt into the wounds.

Card cranks back on the hold, making Reece’s face turn beet red as he strains to resist its effect. Card loudly commands the referee to check on Reece’s condition.

Referee: Do you quit?
Reece: NO!

Card lets the hold free and stands, calling out to the audience.

Card: That’s because the move doesn’t work!

Card GRINS.

The audience audibly giggles as Reece stands, pissed off and ready to swing for Card, neck and back pain be damned. Reece steams in, extending his arm and looking to turn Card inside out with a Clothesline From Heaven. Card, expecting this result from his goading, steps to a side and wraps his fingers around Reece’s throat, stepping across his rear leg after holding the choke for a good three of his allotted five count. Card falls forwards, taking Reece down hard, back first.

Taylor: SPACE TORNADO CARD!
Romano: I doubt that this is what Reece means when he talks about experiencing ecstasy, Taylor.

Card drapes an arm loosely over Reece…

ONE!


TWO!


TH… Reece kicks out. Card stands and gives Reece’s ribcage a few short kicks before backing up. Card resumes his Muay Thai stance and baiting Reece, somewhat like a bull fighter, lets Reece rush towards him and effortlessly dodges, lashing a roundhouse kick into his back as he passes. Card wheels round and lets Reece charge again and this time Card uses his years of stand up skill to parry a wild strike away and then hit a knee to the ribs, a crescent kick to the side of the head, a shotei, a second shotei with the other palm and with Reece staggering backwards, a drop toe hold, which Card transitions into a Half Crab, cranking fully back to put the maximum effort into making it more of a spinal hold than a leg one.

Taylor: Chris Card is putting on a clinic here.
Romano: Provided it’s not a chiropractic one. Because I don’t think what Card is doing helps any.

Chris Card wrenches back so far on Reece’s leg that he is able to contort Reece round enough to drive a knee into his back, doubling up the pain on the move. The referee again asks if Reece wants to tap. Reece shakes his head furiously as Card keeps cranking up the pressure. Checking that The Reverend isn’t going to quit any time soon, he floats round into an arm bar, then positions his legs to stand up and jerk Reece uncomfortably up with him. Card hits a sharp short arm elbow, keeps wrist control and then bends Reece’s arm behind his back, locks up the head and drops him flat to the mat...

Taylor: CARDIAC ARREST ALPHA!

...before hooking his legs around Reece’s waist!

Taylor: INTO THE C3A! C3A! C3A!

Half the Crowd: PLEASE DON’T TAP! PLEASE DON’T TAP!
Other half: TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP!

Struggling and straining, Reece looks for a way out of the hold. He tries to shuffle towards the ropes. The crowd noise builds as Card tortures Reece with one of his favourite submission holds. The referee again checks on Reece. This time the head shakes seem less definitive, less decisive.

Taylor: Is Reece fading?
Romano: He’s trapped, Taylor. It can be difficult to escape this hold.

Half the Crowd: PLEASE DON’T TAP! PLEASE DON’T TAP!
Other half: TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP!

Reece’s one free arm is lifted from the mat…

IT DROPS.

Crowd: FIGHT FOREVER!

And lifted again…

IT DROPS.

And lifted again…

Romano: Ring the bell, this one is done.

IT DROPS…

...ONLY TO BE STEADIED BY THOMAS REECE INCHES FROM THE MAT. Card actually looks mildly concerned with this development. Card maintains the hold as Reece sompresses his legs backwards. Reece gets up to first one knee… then a second… and slowly, painfully slowly stands AND FALLS TO HIS BACK, SQUASHING CHRIS CARD BENEATH HIM! Card loses the hold instantly.

Taylor: NEVER RULE OUT THOMAS REECE! REECE IS BACK IN THE FIGHT.

Reece looks at the situation and backs into a corner. Charging against a stunned Card being a lot more safe than when he has the advantage, Reece aches his leg in the air and BLASTS Card with a VICIOUS BIG BOOT! Reece quickly capitalises, hauling Card into a standing head scissors, pointing towards the corner and POWERBOMBING CARD INTO THE BUCKLES! Reece winces and clutches at his back, but looks up to the heavens for inspiration. Slowly, ever so slowly Reece begins to climb the turnbuckles, looking to put Card down with Heaven’s Rain.

Taylor: Reece is looking to the skies.
Romano: The one area where he has Card beat is aerial moves. But is this too much of a risk?
Taylor: You put it ALL on the line to win the AWF Prestige Title!

Card, possibly panicking reaches for something in his tights.

Taylor: OH NO. CARD IS GOING FOR THE AEROSOL EQUALIZER!

But Card FUMBLES THE CANNISTER!

Taylor: NO CHEATING TONIGHT FOR CHRIS CARD! IF REECE CONNECTS WITH THIS, THE MATCH IS OVER!

Looking down and clutching hard at his back, Reece composes himself ready to land the killing blow. But the massive back pain that Reece has suffered during the match maybe made that climb to the top rope take far too long. There is an audible air of excitement throughout the crowd as Reece makes sure that he has Card in exactly the right position. It’s do or die time..

AND CARD JUMPS UP TO HIS FEET AND SUPERKICKS REECE SQUARE IN HIS CROTCH!

Romano: Card was maybe playing a little possum there.

Taylor: THE STERILIZER! THE STERILIZER! THE STERILIZER! BUT WHERE WAS THE REF?!

Romano: Picking up the cannister that Chris Card “dropped,” Taylor.

Card turns to the audience and throws the spider sign to the crowd who give the most MIXED explosion of noise you will ever hear in a wrestling audience. As Reece slumps forward, Card locks Reece’s head against his shoulder and lays out, DRIVING REECE’S HEAD INTO HIS SHOULDER WITH A SICKENING LOOKING CUTTER! NOW CARD THROWS THE DIAMOND SIGN FOR THE CROWD!

Taylor: STACKED DECK! STACKED DECK! STACKED DECK!
Romano: You learn as much from enemies as you do from friends.

Making sure that The Reverend’s final position is too far away from the ropes for an easy reach, Card dives onto the prone man of Christ and takes a back guard. Card slides a leg up into a position where he has it performing a half nelson, leaving Reece powerless to resist as Card reaches over and locks Reece’s shoulder up.

Crowd: PLEASE DON’T TAP! PLEASE DON’T TAP!

Taylor: C3B! C3B! THE SPINAL LOCK!
Romano: Reece has two choices here. He can tap out or he can leave here in traction.

Card wrenches on that shoulder with all of his strength and technique while pushing Reece’s head downwards with his leg. There is almost a quiet concern that falls over the crowd as Reece DOES NOT TAP! Card simply redoubles his efforts and pushes and pulls. You can almost see on the cameras Thomas Reece’s entire body being bent out of shape.

Crowd: REECE! REECE! REECE!
Crowd: CARD! CARD! CARD!
Crowd: BOTH THESE GUYS! BOTH THESE GUYS!

Still no tap. By now the amount of damage Card might be doing to Reece’s back could lead to permanent injury.

Taylor: FOR THE LOVE OF EVERYTHING ALIVE, JUST TAP OUT REECE!

Still no tap. Card grunts and strains. Reece has stopped fighting back at this stage and is still doing everything in his power to hang in there.

Romano: TAP! TAP, YOU STUBBORN BASTARD!
Crowd: PLEASE TAP! PLEASE TAP!

The crowd are united, not in their support for either man but in genuine concern for The Reverend. Card’s face is strangely blank as he is taking no pleasure from maintaining this hold for so long.

A few VERY tense seconds pass.

AND THOMAS REECE FINALLY TAPS OUT. Card drops the hold INSTANTLY.

Jessie Love: The winner of this match and STILL AWF Prestige champion. “Technical Perfection” CHRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIS CAAAAAAAAAAARD.

Card stands and poses in the ring with his belt before leaving through the crowd to catch his yacht ride out of here. Meanwhile in mid ring, the on boat medical staff come out to tend to Thomas Reece.

Taylor: You have to admire the effort of Thomas Reece. And applaud.

Doctors check over Reece and offer him a gurney to be taken to the back on top of. But Reece shoos them away with some quiet words. The crowd explodes into a MASSIVE round of applause for Thomas Reece as he stands, slowly, carefully, always clutching his back and neck BUT THROUGH ALL THE PAIN AND ANGUISH REECE ACTUALLY MANAGES IT! The other Saviors rush out from the back to check on Reece’s health but his grim determination to walk out under his own power cannot be surpressed.

Crowd: THANK YOU REECE! THANK YOU REEECE!

Zolothach comes out from the back and creepily enters the ring.

King: “(Oh boy i can’t wait for this one Hawke!)”

Hawke: “(Why’s that King?)”

King: “PUPPIES!”

The lights start to dim as the intro to “Sin” by Lynch. begins to play throughout the venue. The song starts to really kick into high gear at about twenty-eights seconds. At that point, STRiFE makes her way out from the back; her signature black towel is draped around her shoulders and covering the top of her head.

There’s a seriousness and sternness in her eyes as she deliberately makes her way down to the ring. She circles the ring until she makes it over to the steel steps. STRiFE then steps through the ropes and enters the ring. She makes her over to where the hard camera is positioned. She then removes the towel, revealing her face. STRiFE gives the camera a dirty look or two before she heads to the corner. The music then dies down as she waits for the match to begin.


King: “(And here’s the champ Hawke! She looks just as angry as always!)”

Hawke: “Well she’s here and looks very focused to make another title defense King.”

Bonnie Jenkins: “This match is a New Years Dash Match! The goal of this match is to get the title before your opponent! Introducing first the challenger! She stands at 5’8 and weighed in tonight at 165 pounds… She is… Zolothach!”

Bonnie Jenkins: “And her opponent she is the fourth and current Idol of Sakura Champion… Hailing from Kyoto, Japan she stands at 5’4 and weighs in at 119 pounds, she is… STRiFE!”

Hawke: “Now to let you in on how this match actually works, Both competitors will start in the ring. One referee will and has already placed the Idols of Sakura title elsewhere in the arena and both competitors will have to beat and race each other to the specified location AND get the title to win this match.”

King: “So it’s pretty much a ladder match without the ladders. And they have to race each other?”

---

SSS Idols of Sakura Championship Match

New Year's Dash Match
STRiFE © vs. "Zolothach" Tabitha Osbourne

---

Yes indeed these two will have to race each other, but before that happens they have to wear the other down enough. Both women start rushing each other and start throwing blows. Already causing chaos and mayhem like both are known for. Zolothach lays in some heavy chops into the chest of STRiFE.

STRiFE eats them and deals some of her own as the two spend the early goings of the match trying to se which falls first after a strike fest. Some smart strategy from STRiFE though, as she works on the legs of Zolothach. She does the same to STRiFE eventually though.

They eventually get out of the ring and start pouring out into the crowd. Zolo throws chairs at STRiFE, hitting her with some, at last until she catches one and starts wailing Zolo with it. STRiFE then manages to get Zolo’s leg in the chair and then starts to stomp on it, causing her to hurt her leg some more. After that she starts running up the stairs and goes to head to where her title is to win the match.

Zolo eventually catches up with her and manages to hit her with a belly to belly brainbuster on the stairs, causing her to fall down them as well. Zolo uses this opportunity to rush towards the location she needs to get to, running past fans and concession stands and all.

King: “What a brutal match this has been so far!”

We cut to see Zolothach in arms reach of the title now, As it’s down a long hall on the other side of the arena. She rushes towards it, only for us to see a blur and both Zolo and STRiFE crash through a door. STRiFE starts laying in some MMA like strikes into Zolo before she starts trying to fight back and get some strikes in of her own. STRiFE eventually gets a bit of an advantage though as she lays in a kawada style kick to the gut of Zolo she calls Bullet to Your Throne.

STRiFE manages to hobble towards the finish line now. Only to be stopped by the hand of the undead warrior, Zolothach who tries to slow her down and get an advantage herself. Both continue to fight and push each other till the very end where they crash into the podium the title is sitting on and make a mad dash to the title. Both get their hands on the title, only for STRiFE to get the whole thing in the end and get the win.

Bonnie Jenkins: “Your winner AND STILL Idol of Sakura Champion…. STRiFE!”

We return from a commercial break to a hallway backstage, a trio of figures leading up down the hall. They stop outside a wooden door with the letters 'VIP' on front, before the central of the three knocks on the door. A few seconds pass before the door open up...and Bonnie Jenkins in there to greet the guests.

Bonnie: Ah, why hello Ms. Sakata, we were expecting your arrival. Please, come inside. 

The lady in front nods and walks in, flanked still by the other two figures. Inside the camera pans around to reveal the setting- Mongo the Destroyer's personal corporate box, overlooking the crowd and the show below. The man himself is stood by the window across the room, looking out on his empire as Bonnie approaches and whispers something to him. He turns to face the newly arrived guests, before approaching with a broad smile. 

Mongo: Ms. Sakata, a pleasure that you could join me! 

She bows before Mongo, the camera panning around to show us Emi Sakata, CEO of the Sakura Shoujo Stampede federation. The two men flanking her are Japanese, wearing matching black suits with white shirts, and a black bola centered. Both look very suspect, conspicuous.

Emi: Thank you for your kindly invitation. 

Mongo: No problem...and these gentlemen are...

Emi: My business associates. Pay them no heed.

Mongo: Business associates? When we had discussed this proposal, I was not aware you would have any partners or outside factors in our arrangement.

Emi: They are not partners of ours, they...have mutual interests as I do. Think of them as advisers, angel investors for my business. 

Mongo: I see...well, so long as we can iron out a deal tonight I will be happy. Now, Bonnie filled me in a little on the details but I had some trouble grasping it all...the SSS...I am lead to believe we will be seeing some changes?

Emi: Correct. As it has been observed previously, the XHF Network is in need of a prime-time show to showcase the brand, a star-filled spectacle that will fill arenas and bring in countless new fans to our offerings. Ascension is not quite ready to step up to that platform, and Anonymous is still clawing its way out of the independent scene. Riot Star is still being digested by new fans, and your...'off-shoot' federations are not landing so well on newcomers. The Underground, and Dark Horse...

Mongo: Well, I can assure you I know more about what our fans want than anybody else, and while I might agree with your train of thought I have to question where this is leading to.

Emi: You need a supershow, a federation to draw the big crowds and to really put the XHF Network on the map...that is where I come in. Not your Cullen or Ziegler's, not your Jefe's or Ziko's or masked conspirators. 

Mongo: And you think SSS is the super promotion to do just that?

Emi: No...I think the Sakata Entertainment Corporation is the brand to do that. I have recently had the pleasure of signing another contract that will benefit us both greatly. A injection of interest, if you will, from an outside nameless source. A loyal investor to help make our name grow instantaneously. 

Mongo: This sounds a little unusual-

Emi: Mr. Mongo, the SEC is set to change the way we thing of modern wrestling, to skew the vision and direction of other failed federations and become a cure for the ratings and profits slump. SSS is primed and ready to take center stage as your main federation on the XHF Network...and we also have a second offering for those seeking a more thrilling, r-rated experience also. 

Mongo: ...I'm listening...

Emi: SSS will expand and grow our scope in 2019, moving from smaller locations and event spaces into the larger scale arenas that showcase modern sports. Forget NJPW or ROH, WWE or Impact...Sakura Shoujo Stampede will be the number one federation in the world! And for those that are not sold on all-female wrestling...we have a competitor that will surpass the UFC...the Kudō Shūto Warzone! An all-out underground fighting league, where rules are minimal and 'wrestling' is forgotten about. This is true fighting, true combat.

Mongo: We've tried this before, underground shows and wilder stipulations...it didn't work out. 

Emi: Believe me when I say that you will not be disappointed in what the KSW delivers, and combined with the SSS selling tickets and filling arenas you would be crazy to ignore this deal. 

Mongo smirks, admiring the gall of Ms. Sakata. He turns to motion to Bonnie and invites her over for an exchange of whispers, inaudible and secretive. A moment or two passes, before Mongo returns to Emi with a flat expression. 

Mongo: OK Emi, let's give it a shot...on one condition. 

Emi nods to Mongo. 

Mongo: You are going to be introducing a newer take on SSS, a newer take on fighting with KSW. We are going to face stiff competition from other Japanese federations and the UFC itself if we make this move, not to mention you will have AWF, RSW and AXW vying for that top place on the Network...we can give you a shot and see what happens. If it works, then that's great but if this fails...that will be the end of our agreements for the Network. 

Emi nods in agreement, before extending a hand to shake. Mongo looks at it but doesn't accept it right away.

Mongo: And these angel investors of yours...

He looks to both the suits on either side of Emi. 

Emi: Nothing for you to worry about. My associates and I only wish to build a foundation to grow, expand and control the market. It is up to you whether you join us or not, but might I advise that you would be foolish to reject this offer. 

Still not shaking hands...

Mongo: No funny business.

Emi: Of course.

Finally, reluctantly, Mongo accepts Emi's handshake and does so with a grin on his face. Emi releases and turns to one of the suits to grab a clipboard and forms. On the top of them is a logo embossed on the form. She hands the clipboard to Mongo, who takes a quick scan through the first couple of pages, before handing them all to Bonnie to process. 

Mongo: Emi Sakata...let me officially welcome you to the big leagues, let's see what the Sakata Entertainment Corporation can show us! 

She bows to Mongo, shakes his hand once more and turns to leave the room. As they exit through the doorway, she turns to her associates and says something in Japanese...

Emi: 'Kanpekina haitatsu. Ima watashi-tachi wa tsukuri, soshite sugu ni…hikitsugimasu.'

She smirks to the two henchmen and walks away from the camera, as we fade out. Before doing so a banner appears on screen, the name of the new Asian division of XHF...

Derrick Donovan: Ladies and gentlemen what a night we have had so far at Supremacy. I hope you guys haven't gotten too sea sick tonight. I know my partner here BB Gunn has struggled a bit.

BB Gunn: Hey man, let's just not talk about that. I feel a little better now that we are to the AXW part of the show once again.

Derrick Donovan: Right you are, and what a match we have tonight. This match has come about because all of these men have held our undisputed title. Tonight we figure out who really deserves this belt. While many of you are waiting around to see Kanyon reclaim the X*Crown for us at AXW... this is the match that many of you are tuned in to see. A fatal four way. The champion, Anthony Caffrey has had a lot to say.

BB Gunn: You aren't kidding. Equally though his three opponents have done their share of talking as well. Now, the time for talking is over.

The arena falls silent, as the opening riffs to "WALK" by Avenged Sevenfold starts to blast from the speakers. Some people in the crowd cheer with fanatic screams, as from behind the curtain appears...The Anomaly!

Derrick Donovan: Wait a second...is that who I think it is?

BB Gunn: It's that fake Anomoly from earlier! What's he doing here!

The Anomaly steps out to center stage, enjoying and soaking in the reactions. He points out to the crowd, spotting a beautiful woman screaming for him

He raises his arms in the air as he approaches the ramp and moves towards the ring...but doesn't even get to the ramp before security are on him. They wrestle and struggle to subdue him, but he manages to wriggle free of the three guards and escapes towards the crowd, a huge roar going up as the impostor narrowly avoids detention by fleeing through the crowd.

Derrick Donovan: I don't even know what to say about this guy...

BB Gunn: I like him! He's got sass, unlike that other Anomoly!

Derrick Donovan: Can we just get on with the real show already...

The fake Anomaly's song cuts out and "A New Level" by Pantera beings to play. The crowd roars with cheers, and from behind the curtain steps The Anomoly, enjoying and soaking in the reactions but also looking confused at what just happened.

Derrick Donovan: Well, for better or worse here comes the real former champion, Anomoly!

The crowd chant his name as he walks down the aisle, slapping a few hands. He reaches the ringside area, climbing the steps and posing atop the turnbuckles, before hopping down into the ring and leaning against the corner as he awaits his opponents. 

BB Gunn: Anomoly looks focused for this match, Dono. He knows what Caffrey has been saying. That he doesn't belong in this match. Many people agree but Anomoly has not let it affect his preparation for this match.

Derrick Donovan: He and Raymond both have done a lot of digging to try to find an edge over the champion. They shouldn't lose sign of Duke though, he is a monster and held the belt for a reason.

The arena goes dark. Red and gold lights start to flash as the arena fills with smoke. A monster slowly appears walking down the ramp as pyro shoots flames into the air you can hear Enter Sandman by Metallica playing.

Derrick Donovan: And right on cue, here is Duke Kosloff. He knows that he had the match with Caffrey in hand at the Classic until the champion got the upper-hand, ultimately making the big man tap out.

BB Gunn: He has vowed that this is his night as he is on his way to Hall of Fame status here in the network.

Duke methodically enters the ring stepping over the top rope and standing like a God in the center of the ring. He takes his place in the corner, staring a hole through Anomoly.

The arena turns to darkness once again as we hear the sounds of a life support machine before the flatline, then the music plays as the spotlights turn red and pointing down to the stage.

NO ONE WILL SURVIVE.

YEAH, NO ONE WILL SURVIVE!

THERE'S NO ESCAPE NOW, NO ONE WILL SURVIVE

Out comes James Raymond as he walks towards the top of the ramp and stands in place, a smirk on his face as he looks out to the fans as they loudly boo him. 

OBLITERATE, ALL WHO MAY DEFY YOU

THERE'S NO ESCAPE NOW, NO ONE WILL SURVIVE

YEAH, NO ONE WILL SURVIVE!

THERE'S NO ESCAPE NOW, NO ONE WILL SURVIVE

BB Gunn: Say what you want about James Raymond, and plenty have, mentioning that he was the shortest title holder in AXW. The fact remains that he held the title and he seems very focused on regaining that prize tonight.

Derrick Donovan: How exactly will his connection with AVA play into this match? We all seen him burn the banner. Is he done with Caffrey and Dunne or is it all just a ruse?

He makes his way down to the ramp, still containing the smirk on his face and getting in the face of fans as they shout abuse at Raymond. Once he makes his way to ringside, he walks around the ring before grabbing the second rope and lifting himself up onto the ring apron and then looking out to the crowd. He hops over the top rope and stands dead center of the ring and mouths something to the crowd before getting to his corner and awaiting the last opponent in this fatal four way.

Anthony Caffrey emerges from the back to "My Songs Know What You Did in the Dark", and loud booing from the fans as he stands there with his AXW Undisputed Championship shining around his waist. As expected, Wellington Dunne walks out behind him.

Derrick Donovan: Well, we may not know where Raymond's loyalties lie, but there is no question about Dunne's. He is here to support the leader of AVA in any way needed.

BB Gunn: Caffrey was quick to point out that he doesn't need Dunne to help him win, rather he wants to make sure that someone else in the match doesn't create a loss for the champion that he isn't involved in.

Caffrey arrogantly makes his way down to the ring with Dunne in tow. He slides in under the bottom rope and stands in the center of the ring while Dunne just paces around the outside. The ref comes in to get the title from Caffrey. Who will walk away with the belt at the end of this one? All four men look around the ring. They all know what is on the line. The ref hands off the belt to the timekeeper, looks at all four men and calls for the bell.

---

AXW Undisputed Championship Match

Fatal 4-Way
Anthony Caffrey © vs. James Raymond vs. Duke Kosloff vs. The Anomoly

---

[...DING! DING!...]

All four men inch closer towards the center of the ring. The intensity is great. Caffrey and Raymond are staring each other down. Then a quick nod by Caffrey and Raymond smiles as the two of them turn towards Duke and start pummeling away at the big man.

Derrick Donovan: Looks like AVA may be on the same page here, BB.

BB Gunn: That is clearly the best way for them to ensure one of them walks away with the title. Dispose of the giant in the match. Wait! Lookout!

As AVA trade shots on Duke, rocking him back to the ropes, Anomoly just shrugs and looks around. He sees Dunne outside of the ring cheering for his team. Anomoly races towards the opposite ropes, bounces off and runs across the ring diving out with a beautiful suicide dive and connects with Dunne sending both men crashing into the barricade. The crowd pops on impact with chants of Holy Shit already ringing out.

BB Gunn: Wow! Did you see Dunne's head smack the barricade?

Derrick Donovan: He is certainly seeing stars right now. It seems like Anomoly figured he would eliminate the third member of AVA while Caffrey and Raymond were busy with Duke.

In the ring, Duke is getting rocked. He stumbles back against the ropes trying to regain himself but Raymond takes off running, hits the ropes and without all his strength delivers a clothesline that sends Duke up and over the ropes, tumbling down and crashing to the floor below. Caffrey and Raymond look at each other and nod before looking at the opposite side of the ring where Anomoly is back up and laying boots to Dunne on the outside. The other two AVA members quickly slide out of the ring and go over to Anomoly, grabbing him off Dunne and 

dishing out a flurry of rights and lefts to the former champ.

BB Gunn: Teamwork makes the dream work, Dono. There is no question that Raymond finally understood what Caffrey was trying to set up in this match. The two of them can make easy work of their opponents and then figure out who the better man is in the end.

Derrick Donovan: Yeah, but they have to keep their head on a swivel here...

Duke is back up and furiously slams his fist on the ring apron. He looks around and sees what is going on, all three members of AVA now have Anomoly down on the outside of the ring and laying boots to him. It looks like Open Fight Night all over again. Duke stalks over and delivers a huge elbow to the back of Dunne who crumbles down again beside the hurt Anomoly. He then grabs Raymond by the throat, choking him against the barricade but Caffrey is right back in the mix, delivering shots to Duke's back. Duke tries to fight off both men but is again overcome by the tenacity of both the violent assholes. They send Duke into the apron of the ring, his back bending in a way it shouldn't. They roll Duke back in the ring and get in after him. Duke slowly makes it to his feet when he is caught in the jaw by Raymond's foot. Sending Duke down in the center of the ring.

Derrick Donovan: What a superkick by Raymond!

BB Gunn: Look! Caffrey is going for the pin!

[...ONE!...]

[...TWO!...]

[...THR-...]

Raymond, realizing what is happening pushes Caffrey off of Duke and makes the cover instead.

[...ONE!...]

[...TWO!...]

Caffrey hops right back up and dives in shoving Raymond off this time as the pin is broken up once again.

Derrick Donovan: Well, the teamwork may have been short-lived here...

BB Gunn: This isn't good.

Raymond stands up and goes chest to chest with Caffrey. They begin jawing. Caffrey points at the downed Duke, explaining he can finish this match and retain the title. He goes to turn back towards Duke but Raymond grabs his shoulder, spinning him around to face him again and before Caffrey can respond, Raymond decks him with a right. Caffrey comes back with a jab of his own and the two AVA members begin brawling in the ring as Duke rolls out to regain composure after the superkick.

BB Gunn: And there they go! Raymond wants that title bad and will not sit back nor lay down while Caffrey gets an easy win!

Caffrey gets the upper-hand briefly and goes to whip Raymond into the ropes but he reverses it, instead, sending Caffrey into them. Caffrey on the rebound dodges a clothesline by sliding under Raymond's legs, hops back up and delivers a dropkick to Raymond's ankle when he turns around. Raymond drops and clutches his ankle. That is all the separation that Caffrey needs though as he grabs the leg and locks in an early ankle lock on his partner.

Derrick Donovan: CAL! Caffrey has the hold locked in and Raymond is hurting! This could be an early night for the champion!

BB Gunn: Raymond is fighting it though! I don't believe he will tap!

Anomoly, shaking the cobwebs from his head, still more than likely concussed and maybe more so at the early beat down he took sees what is happening in the ring. Call it reflex, autopilot, or whatever you want, Anomoly runs to the corner of the ring, hops up on the apron and then straight to the top turnbuckle. Caffrey has just enough time to look at what's happening out of the corner of his eye when he is met with a missile dropkick to the chest by Anomoly who lads on top of Raymond and sending Caffrey flying off and out of the ring.

[...HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!...]

Derrick Donovan: Did you just see that? Never in my career have I seen such an impactful dropkick and one that no less saved a match there. I think Raymond was almost ready to give up!

BB Gunn: Instead we now have Caffrey out of the ring, Duke still trying to regain himself, and Anomoly laying on a hurt Raymond! What a start!

Anomoly rolls off of Raymond and picks him up and sends him into the corner. Duke has just made his way back into the ring and is full of rage. As Anomoly goes to charge at Raymond, Duke catches him with a big boot sending the masked wrestler down. Duke turns his attention to Raymond who he took great offense to his promos over the last few weeks. Duke extends his huge leg and places his boot into the neck of Raymond, choking him. The ref is trying his best to get order but from the start of this match there really hasn't been anything he could do. He counts Duke in the corner and at 4 1/2, the big man breaks the choke hold and stalks after the ref who runs away. Anomoly is back up and throws a chop across the broad chest of Duke that does little more than piss him off. Anomoly chops again. And again. The "woos" sound out across the crowd but on the fourth chop, Duke grabs Anomoly's hand, lifting him straight in the air by his arm and throwing him back across the ring.

Derrick Donovan: These men will not be able to match the strength of Duke and I think Anomoly just seen that first hand.

Anomoly rolls out of the fall and quickly jumps up, charging at Duke again. Duke swings wildly at him but Anomoly ducks under it and nails James Raymond in the corner causing The Platinum Stars head to whip back violently. Anomoly jumps up on the turnbuckle around Raymond and flies back with a cross-body block to Duke who tried to catch him but lost his balance and the two hit the canvas. Anomoly gets back up as quickly as he can and starts kicking at Duke as the big man tries to make it to his feet. Left leg. Right Leg. Left. Right. Duke catches one of the kicks and with great strength flips Anomoly back who cuts a backflip and lands on his feet before bouncing off the ropes and delivering a claymore kick to Duke. Anomoly covers.

[...ONE!...]

[...TWO!...]

[...KICKOUT!...]

Duke throws Anomoly up in the air during the kickout but Anomoly lands on his feet. He goes to run back over to the downed Duke but is blindsided by a returning Caffrey with a forearm strike to the side of the head.

BB Gunn: The mask probably messed up his peripheral vision there, Dono. It can't be easy always wrestling under that hood. 

Derrick Donovan: The champion looks to get back in control of this match as he walks over to Duke.

BB Gunn: Let's not forget he has already beaten Duke twice, he is looking for a third here.

Instead of pinning Duke, who is catching his breath from the quick flurry of Anomoly, Caffrey picks him up and sends him in the corner. He walks over and starts gouging his eyes. The ref again looks to step in to at least try to make sure the chaos in the match is at least above board. He yells at Caffrey to let go of the eyes and begins his count. Caffrey breaks the illegal hold and turns to face the ref. While holding his hands up to the ref to show him he is listening, he pleads his case that it was legal. The ref argues with him and Caffrey uses that distraction to kick his leg back and connects in the spot on Duke that will always even the playing field. Duke goes down in the corner gasping for air. The ref looks around Caffrey to try and figure out what happens and Caffrey just shrugs and walks away smiling.

Derrick Donovan: That was a low blow by the champion! Deplorable!

BB Gunn: I didn't see anything.

Derrick Donovan: How did you miss that? Nevertheless a very wily move from the champ.

Anomoly is back up and ties up Caffrey who transitions the lockup into a headlock. Anomoly quickly slips out of it back sending Caffrey into the ropes and catches him with a pop up powerbomb. Caffrey's head bounces off the mat. Anomoly quickly grabs Caffrey's legs and sets up a sharpshooter.

BB Gunn: Anarky Bomb! Now it looks like he is going for..YES! Time to Pull The Plug on the champion!

Derrick Donovan: He rolls him over and has it locked in! Caffrey is screaming. He makes a big deal over being able to submit his opponents, will the champion be the one to call it quits tonight?!

Caffrey is fighting and reaching, trying to get to the ropes to break the hold. Anomoly looks behind him at Caffrey and jaws with him, taunting him. Bad move though. As he turns back around he is crashed in the face by Raymond's knee!

Derrick Donovan: The Broken Platinum! James Raymond just bailed out Caffrey once again!

BB Gunn: I don't know how much of it was bailing him out and how much of it was saving himself from losing this match. Anomoly is down and out though!

Before Raymond can do anything to capitalize from hitting his finishing move on Anomoly he is laid out by a Superman Punch from Duke Kosloff. Duke quickly pins Raymond trying to reclaim the undisputed title.

[...ONE!...]
[...TWO!...]

Anthony Caffrey just breaks up the pin attempt before rolling back over to try and work the kinks out of his back after the sharpshooter from Anomoly. Duke stands up ferociously grabs Caffrey by the back of the head. He squeezes with all his strength, lifting the champion off the ground and back down in a sitting position.

Derrick Donovan: Duke has The Monster's Vice locked in and Caffrey is fading fast!

BB Gunn: The ref is in position. Anomoly and Raymond are stirring but it may be too late for them. The ref raises Caffrey's hand. It falls! Two more times and Duke is the champ again!

The ref raises Caffrey's arm again and it falls once again. The champion seems like he is out cold. One more time and it's over. The ref goes to reach for the arm one more time but Anomoly has pulled himself up on the ropes and so has James Raymond. They see the situation and know they are about to lose their chance at the championship. Just as the ref goes to raise Caffrey's arm for a third and final time, Raymond and Anomoly, in unison connects with a superkick to Duke. The ref drops Caffrey's arm who slumps down to the mat but doesn't call for the bell since Anomoly and Raymond broke the count.

BB Gunn: Ring the bell! It's over! Duke is the champ!

Derrick Donovan: No, I don't think so, BB. Anomoly and Raymond broke up the hold before the ref made a decision. This match isn't over yet!

Anomoly and Raymond look at each other and then at Duke who is down but not out completely. They lift the big man up and Anomoly motions to the crowd that he is going for his One winged angel move, Ragnorak. Raymond nods and helps Anomoly lift Duke up and get him in position. The crowd is going crazy at the fact that Raymond and Anomoly are working together. 

BB Gunn: Duke is up... and down! Wow!

Derrick Donovan: What is going to happen next!

Anomoly hits Ragnorak in a major way and Duke is out. As Anomoly gets to his feet after the move Raymond quickly runs in and throws Anomoly over the top of the rope. The fans cheering turns to boos as they watch Anomoly tumble down to the floor and Raymond turn back to Duke.

Derrick Donovan: No! Not like this! James Raymond is going to steal this match!

Wellington Dunne is trying to figure out what to do. Whether or not he should get involved. Anomoly hits the ground and tries to make it back to his feet. Dunne grabs his leg as he tries to get back in the ring. James Raymond pins Duke.

BB Gunn: This is it! Duke is out and Raymond goes for the cov-- wait look!

The ref drops down to make the cover. 

[...ONE!...]

[...TWO!...]

Before the ref goes to make the three count, Anthony Caffrey is back up. He runs over and grabs Raymond by the ankle, locking in CAL. Anomoly can't believe his eyes at what is transpiring. He shakes Dunne off and claws his way into the ring. Raymond, shocked by the sudden hold and also watching Anomoly enter the ring begins tapping feverishly.

[...DING! DING! DING!...]

Derrick Donovan: It's over! The champ has retained!

Here is your winner by submission, AND STILL AXW UNDISPUTED CHAMPION... Anthony Caffrey!!!

BB Gunn: Did that tap out look quick to you, Dono?

Derrick Donovan: I'm not sure, but now that you mentioned it, did Raymond really just give the victory to the leader of AVA?

BB Gunn: What a match that was and there is your champion, in all his arrogant glory...

Derrick Donovan: I can't wait to see what happens at the next AXW TV...

Anthony snatches his title from the ref as Anomoly falls to the canvas, deflated. He rolls out of harms way as Dunne gets in the ring. Caffrey and Dunne are celebrating as the ref checks on Duke. Raymond stands and hobbles a bit, looking at Caffrey holding his title. He nods and just exits the ring to let the champ have his moment.

Bonnie Jenkins: This next contest is scheduled for one fall and is for the RSW Legacy championship! Featuring first the challenger...Isaiah Zepp!

“Governed by Contagions” by At the Drive-In begins playing as Isaiah Zepp walks out from the back to mild cheering from the fans. He makes his way down to the ring.

King: I don’t know if this will even be an anticipated match. Did you see the performance that Zepp put on in his last match against Cheyenne Tabernacke? Pathetic.

Joey: I understand that it was a bad night for him. Maybe tonight will be a better night for him.

King: I hope so. You have to be something special to get a match at a XHF global show.

Bonnie Jenkins: And his opponent, he is the RSW Anarchy and Legacy champion...Lex Collins!

“Re-education (Through Labor)” by Rise Against begins playing as Lex Collins walks out from the back with the Legacy championship belt around his waist. He walks down to the ring to the cheers from the fans.

King: The last time we saw Lex Collins in an XHF ring, he defeated Erik Black and Rob Riot to add the Anarchy title to his collection of title belts. That was at End of Days.

Joey: I’m surprised he was able to keep both of those titles for so long.

King: Maybe he’s a better fighter than you thought?

Joey: : Perhaps.

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RSW Legacy Championship Match

One Fall Match
Lex Collins © vs. Isaiah Zepp

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Lex Collins gets into the ring, handing the Legacy title over to the ref so that he can show it off to the audience before handing it to the timekeeper. As the bell rings to start the match, Lex begins the offensive with a clothesline from hell that takes Isaiah down to the mat.

Isaiah is up right away, but is dropped back down to the mat with a scoop slam. Isaiah is back to his feet again, but a drop toe hold sends him back down to the mat.

Lex jumps back to his feet, bouncing off of the ropes, and hitting a baseball slide dropkick to the side of Isaiah’s head.

King: Looks like this match is going to go about the way I thought it would be.

Joey: Yeah, Lex is all offensive tonight.

Lex applies a reverse chin lock, cranking on the pressure while Isaiah yells in pain. The ref checks to see if he will submit, but Isaiah refuses. Lex releases the hold after a few minutes, applies a side headlock, and brings Isaiah back to the mat with a headlock driver! With Isaiah back on the mat, Lex applies a figure four necklock to weaken Isaiah down.

King: This isn’t a match. This is a massacre.

Joey: Think Isaiah will submit to this move and put himself out of his own misery?

Isaiah Zepp gets his foot onto the bottom rope, causing the ref to break the hold.

Joey: Guess that’s my answer.

King: He’s going to try to fight!

Lex gets to his feet, pulls Isaiah to his feet, and hits a hard right hook that sends Isaiah backwards to the corner. Lex charges the corner, but Isaiah gets his knees up to catch Lex in the jaw! He follows this up with an ear slap and a Harlem side kick sends Lex to the mat.

Joey: The heck?

King: There is some fight in Zepp after all!

Isaiah looks around at the crowd with a renewed fire in his eyes, bringing the crowd to cheering. He grabs Lex and hits a pancake piledriver, going for the pinfall.

One


Two


Thre-Lex kicks out!

Joey: I think Lex is just as surprised as us that Isaiah started fighting back.

King: I know that I am.

Isaiah gets to his feet, being met by a quickly rising Lex, who hits a European uppercut to stun Isaiah. He grabs Zepp with a front face lock, but Zepp hits a back drop that sends Lex over the top rope to the concrete floor!

Isaiah Zepp runs across the ring, diving over the ropes, and taking Lex down in a move that smashes the rising Lex into the security railing!

Isaiah pulls Lex up, rolling him into the ring, and following. He pulls Lex up to get him into a suplex position, but Lex hits a stiff elbow to break up the suplex. He grabs Isaiah and body slams him to the mat. He drops a quick knee drop to the forehead and goes for the pinfall.

One


Two


Thr-Isaiah kicks out!

Lex gets to his feet, pulling Isaiah up, and tossing him into the corner. Lex charges the corner again for a high knee, but Isaiah rolls out of the way for Lex to bounce off of the corner. Isaiah grabs Lex for a cross-armed scooping brain buster! He goes for the pinfall!

One


Two


Three!

Joey: Isaiah for the victory with Intermezzo! Did you think this was going to happen, Jerry?

King: I honestly thought this was going to be a blow out, but I’m happy that it wasn’t.

Isaiah Zepp raises his newly won Legacy championship over his head to the cheering of the fans.


Bonnie Jenkins: Ladies and gentleman our next match is the main event and for the XHF Networks Xcrown championship. It will be contested under a 'Blind Mans Bluff" rules match. We will start off in the chamber with two men fighting until one is eliminated then the participant that continues will then let the referee know which chamber to open. Without any knowledge of who is inside the blacked out chamber. "


King: What a match this is going to be Joey.
Joey: Your right King, we're getting a chamber match plus a gauntlet match, the best of both worlds.

Bonnie Jenkins: Introducing the first two participants that will begin this match. Representing Sakura Shoujo Stampede she is Kikue Minami. And participant number two representing Anonymous Xtreme Wrestling he is "The President" Curtis Kanyon.

Joey: Wow, King the president right off jump street, this is exciting.
King: Yeah, but he's not in there with just anyone, he's in there with one of SSS's best.

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FED WARFARE: XHF X*Crown Championship Match

Blind Man's Bluff Match
Bobby Barratt © vs. Kikue Minami (SSS) vs. Chris Parsons (RSW) vs. President Curtis D. Kanyon (AXW) vs. Big Drag (CW) vs. Anthony Craig (LA:U) vs. Raiden Ishimori (AWF)

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The referee locks the steel door to the steel structure locking everyone inside, as he motions for the bell. Kikue Minami runs towards Curtis Kanyon delivering a missile dropkick, Kanyon just shrugs it off as it never happened. Before Kikue Minami can even get back to her feet Kanyon nails her with a massive double ax handle smash across the bridge of her nose. As Kikue Minami lays there Kanyon sits back waiting for her to make it back up to her feet.

King: You see that ax handle smash Joey? He sure did nail it giving her the 'Presidential Stamp'.
Joey: He sure did King, but you know what he's waiting on right now as he watches Kikue Minami with that always so Presidential smile of his.
King: Of course I do!

While Kikue Minami struggles a bit to get to her feet Kanyon delivers THE BANG sending Kikue Minami into the steel structure. Almost breaking her in half as she lays there Kanyon looks out to the crowd holding up his patented thumbs up and looks back at Kikue Minami. Kanyon walks over to a broken Kikue Minami and quickly sets her up for one of his many signature moves.

King: I think he's going for it Joey, he is, he is.
Joey: THE WORLD BREAKER, WORLD BREAKER, WORLD BREAKER!!!

Kanyon climbs on top of Kikue Minami and holds up his patented thumb again as the referee slides in for the three counts...

ONE...
TWO...
THREE...

The referee unlocks the steel structure helping Kikue Minami out of the ring as Curtis Kanyon decides which chamber he wants to take a risk on opening. The referee walks over to Kanyon asking him which one he wants opened Kanyon motions for the number one chamber. As the referee begins to unlock the blacked out chamber the lights go out and "REVIVER" by My First Story begins to play as Raiden Ishimori dives out of the chamber door nailing Kanyon with a flying corkscrew elbow sending Kanyon to the ground.

Joey: It's "The Lone Wolf of Osaka".
King: I have been waiting for this matchup it should be epic Joey.
Joey: No doubt both men great competitors.

Kanyon scrambles back to his feet making sure Raiden Ishimori can't get too much momentum built up. Both men standing in the canter of the steel jungle just staring at each other. Raiden Ishimori, yelling something at Kanyon as he motions for Kanyon to attack. Kanyon chops his own chest as he charges Raiden Ishimori nailing him with a devastating clothesline. You can hear the crowd going wild as these two go blow to blow. Raiden grabs the cage as he gets back up Kanyon charges at him again but this time Raiden Ishimori is ready nailing Kanyon with a spinning back fist then attempting a Fujiwara Armbar. But Kanyon fights it off and quickly gets away as he headbutts Raiden Ishimori several times in the process.

Joey: These two are getting extremely physical King.
King: What would you expect from "The President of Hardcore" and "Bone Cold".

These two continue to go back and forth as they stand in the center of the steele structure trading blows, everytime Kanyon delivers a punch Raiden Ishimorin delivers another crazy kick. But neither man will back down. Kanyon begins to get the better of the two as he smashes Raiden Ishimori repeatedly with clubbing forearms. As Raiden stumbles backward Kanyon scoops him up hitting him with a running powerslam into one of the chamber doors.

Joey: DAMN!!! That looks like it hurt King.
King: Well, I don't see Ishimori getting back up anytime soon.
King: : You would think that "The President" would be getting tired he's been inside this monstrous structure from the start.
Joey: He isn't the ruler of the free world for nothing King.

Raiden Ishimori lays there holding his back as Kanyon stomps around waiting for his next move as he's feeling it, the excitement is building as the fans begin to chant...

"KANYON FOR PREZ!!! KANYON FOR PREZ!!! kANYON IN 2020!!!, KANYON IN 2020!!! kANYON FOR PREZ!!!

Kanyon has begun to set up Raiden not waiting for him any longer, Kanyon lifts Raiden Ishimori up onto his shoulders and starts walking towards the empty chamber. Kanyon looks out at the crowd and then begins to climb the chamber with Raiden Ishimori on his shoulders.

King: My GOD, Joey, Kanyons not going to do what I think he is?
Joey: If you think he's going to try and finish this from the top of the chamber then yeah he is.

As Kanyon makes it to the top of the chamber with Raiden Ishimori on his shoulders still he stands there looking down at the 15-foot drop to the solid steel structure floor as the fans are still chanting for him and Raiden Ishimori. Kanyon goes for his finisher "Holy $h!t Piledriver" but Raiden Ishimori reverses it into his own.

Joey: "CLIMHAZZARD", "CLIMHAZZARD", "CLIMHAZZARD".
King: OMG, Joey, Raiden just hit his finisher from 15 feet in the air he may have killed Kanyon.
Joey: I don't know King but both men aren't moving.

The referee checks on both men as Raiden Ishimori starts to stir a bit, the fans are dead silent as they just witness a career ender. Kanyon still not moving Raiden struggles to move but gets an arm across the chest of Kanyon the referee jumps into place and begins the three counts...

ONE...

TWO...

THREE...

Joey: The President has been impeached, King.

The referee unlocks the door to the steel structure once again allowing medical personnel to come in and help Kanyon out as Raiden Ishimori tries to figure out what cell chamber to open up and begin the next fight. The referee motions for him to hurry and choose so Raiden throws up four fingers so the referee unlocks number four. As the door opens revealing none other than LA: U's own Anthony Craig "The Chef". "Eat It" by Weird Al Yankovic blares over the loudspeakers letting the fans know it's time for the main course.

Joey: Do you smell it, King?
King: Smell what Joey? Did you fart?
Joey: No King, But can you smell it?
King: Smell what?
Joey: What "The Chef" is cooking.

Raiden Ishimori instantly takes off using the steel structure to his advantage as he springboards off of it to perform a spinning roundhouse kick to the face of Anthony Craig sending Craig to the ground. Anthony Craig jumps back up shaking off the kick to the face as he rubs his cheek. He locks up with Raiden Ishimori almost instantly taking control as he's the stronger of the two and he's not afraid to show his strength. He slips Raiden Ishimori into a side headlock as he grinds the hold in Raiden Ishimori tries to get free. The Fans are loving all of the action as they chant for both men.

Joey: These two are two of the best in the XHF King.
King: No doubt Joey that's why they are fighting for the best championship in the XHF Network or in the business.

Anthony Craig continues to wrench in the side headlock as Raiden Nishimori tries to fight out of it. The size difference is really starting to show plus the fact that Raiden Ishimori just got done fighting Kanyon. Raiden Ishimori turns into the side headlock lifting up Anthony Craig and delivers a version of a sidewalk slam. The slam knocks the wind out of Anthony Craig just long enough for Raiden Ishimori to get away to reevaluate his attack plans.

Joey: What a quick-thinking move by Bone Cold, King.
King: Of course Joey Ishimori didn't make it here tonight by luck he's a contender every day, year round.

Raiden Ishimori runs over climbing the side of the steel structure and performs a Swanton Bomb off the side of it nailing Anthony Craig. Raiden Ishimori follows up immediately with a Kneebar trying to make "The Chef" tap out. Anthony Craig refuses to tap as the referee stands there asking him if he wants to or not. Raiden Ishimori continues to grind it in putting more and more pressure on the knee of Anthony Craig. But Anthony Craig refuses to give up instead he delivers a stiff kick to the face of Raiden Ishimori then another and another until Raiden Ishimori lets go.

King: These two are pulling no punches and Raiden is trying to get the big man to tap.
Joey: I guess that would be the best end it quick as there are still four more competitors to face King.
King: I agree with that line of thinking Joey.

Anthony Craig slowly gets to his feet as Raiden Ishimori stands up kicking at the knee of "The Chef" trying to inflict more damage to that knee. As Raiden Ishimori continues to kick the knee of Anthony Craig "The Chef" delivers a side dish of his own as he serves Raiden Ishimori a huge helping of a Clothesline from Hell sending Raiden Ishimori against the steel structure. As Raiden hits the cold hard steel Anthony Craig follows up with a Knife Edge Chop's then delivers a huge belly to belly against the steel structure.

King: Look Joey it appears that Raiden Ishimori has been busted open.
Joey: Hell yeah he has, you can only hit that structure so many times before bleeding King.

While Raiden leans against the steel structure bleeding we can see fans taking pictures and chanting for him to get up as Anthony Craig prepares to try and end this match. Anthony Craig quickly dashes up behind Raiden Ishimori and delivers a triple german suplex into a pin, the referee is fast to get in position.

ONE...
TWO...
KICKOUT...

Raiden Ishimori saves the match for himself as he kicks out at three.

King: I can't believe Raiden kicked out of "The Chefs" "The Peel & Mince" signature move, Joey.
Joey: Well this is a major match for a major prize, no shock to me Raiden isn't giving up.

Anthony Craig doesn't waste any time as he goes for an Iron claw trying to wear down Raiden Ishimori. Raiden fights through it as he begins to scream at Anthony Craig, they both start to trade blows now. But Anthony Craig quickly gets the upper hand as he delivers a massive uppercut. Raiden Ishimori, still trying to win this match hits "The Chef" with a rolling savate kick but he's met with a fireball to the face followed by a Mandible Claw.

Joey: THE FLAMBE, THE FLAMBE, THE FLAMBE.
King: It's got to be over after that one Joey.

Anthony Craig has Raiden Ishimori in a major predicament as the referee keeps asking him if he wants to give up. Raiden Ishimori trying to fight it but he passes it out as the referee calls for the bell.

The referee once again unlocks the steele structure and lets the medical personnel in to help Raiden Ishimori out this time. As they take him out Anthony Craig lets the referee know to unlock cell chamber number two. As he unlocks it "The 7th Element" by Vitas begins to play as Big Drag nails Anthony Craig with a giant right fist knocking clear across the floor. Anthony Craig looks up at this massive man as he slowly comes forward Anthony Craig tries to get up but Big Drag delivers yet another giant move with a double chop across the shoulders of Anthony Craig forcing him to the floor. As Anthony Craig lays there Big Drag grabs Anthony Craig by the neck and lifts him up holding him high in the air getting ready to deliver Big Drag's Bit Attack.

King: Looks as if "The Chefs" timer has just gone off.
Joey: Well Big Drag has only been in the ring a few minutes and has dominated Anthony Craig and seems to be ready to end things, Joey.

As Big Drag holds Anthony Craig high in the air, "The Chef" rakes the eyes of Big Drag, forcing him to drop Anthony Craig who stumbles backward a few feet then out of nowhere change the recipe and delivers an alternative version of his finisher "The Whip & Shred".

King: The Chef just speared Big Drag straight out of his shoes and socks, Joey.
Joey: hell yeah he did I think he may have just destroyed Big Drag.

Anthony Craig follows up wasting no time with a pin the referee quickly starts the three counts...

ONE...

TWO...

THREE...

The referee unlocks the steel structure yet again allowing Big Drag to be dragged out as Anthony Craig takes a moment to think about which of the remaining two cells to have opened. He finally goes with number five as the referee unlocks the cell chamber door the whole place erupts in cheers and boos as "MOTHERFUCKER OF THE YEAR" by Mötley Crüe begins to play. Anthony Craig knows what that means and wast no time as he rushes inside the cell and delivers a stiff elbow to the forehead of the Xcrown Champion Bobby Barratt.

King: The Chef isn't waiting for his opponent to attack instead he just boiled over and delivered a fatal blow.
Joey: You have to against a man like Bobby Barratt.
King: Well here we go they are now where we can see them utside the darkened cell and in the chamber structure itself.

Anthony Craig deliveres a belly to belly to Bobby Barratt and goes for another. Bobby Barratt already tired and beaten from his match earlier. Anthony Craig continues his onslaught as he grabs Bobby Barratt in a bear hug and is squeezing the life out of him. Bobby Barratt a veteran and the champion he quickly counters with raking the eyes of Anthony Craig who releases the hold and stumbles away as Bobby Barratt hits Anthony Craig with "The IconBreaker". Anthony Craig is down and appears to be out as Bobby Barratt goes for the pin...

ONE...

TWO...

THR...

Anthony Craig kicks out in the middle of three..

King: I can't believe The Chef kicked out of the IconBreaker.
Joey: Well he is a big man and a tough fighter, besides Barratt, is tired and not at full health.
King: It doesn't matter that's impressive.

Bobby Barratt stands up and looks to be agitated but continues to stay focused as Anthony Craig tries to get to his feet using the steel structure to help himself up. Just as he makes it to his feet he turns around to be met with a superkick he falls to the ground like a sack of potatoes.

King: ICONKICK, ICONKICK, ICONKICK!!!
Joey: It's over now, I'm calling it King.

Anthony Craig lays there as Bobby Barratt covers him hooking both legs as the referee slides into position.

ONE...

TWO...

THREE...

The referee watches as Bobby Barratt helps Anthony Craig up, the referee quickly unlocks the door to the steel structure one last time as Bobby Barratt waits for the referee to open the last cell chamber. As 'Cocky' by Kid Rock blast throughout the place, Chris Parsons rushes out of the chamber where Bobby Barratt delivers a massive IconKick straight to the jaw of Chris Parsons sending him to the floor.

Joey: That was quick 'The Icon" just nailed his finisher on Parsons within a second.
King: yeah Joey but Chris Parsons getting back up.

Bobby Barratt waits for Chris Parsons to make it to his feet as he rushes him delivering his most devastating move "Prodigal Arrival" as Chris Parson's lays there out Bobby Barratt looks around and snatches up the ankle of Chris Parsons and applies an ankle lock.

King: Barratt has POarsons in an ankle lock is he trying to send a message or something.
Joey: I don't know but looks like its working.

Bobby Barratt continues to apply pressure as the referee watches Chris Parsons making sure he doesn't want to tap out. But the pain gets to be too much as Chris Parsons taps.

The Referee calls for the bell as he holds up the hand of Bobby Barratt.

King: Bobby Barratt has done it he retained the Xcrown championship.

Bonnie Jenkins: YOUR WINNER AND STILL XCROWN CHAMPION BOBBY BARRATT

Bobby is physically and emotionally spent having just survived 5 other opponents to retain the X*Crown Championship. Maverick makes his way into the ring as "Mother Fucker of The Year" by Motley Crue plays and the celebration begins as the AWF Icon raises Bobby's hand. Bobby looks around. There is no Jack Diamond. He shrugs it off and takes his title from the ref holding it high in the air for the crowd to see. His musics abruptly cuts as he looks around before "The Ace of Spades' by Motorhead begins to blare out, bringing with it some cheers form the crowd as well as some confusion on Bobby and Maverick's faces.

Jack Diamond emerges on stage dressed in a suit and tie, a microphone in hand. He beings to slowly clap as Bobby looks at him, trying to figure out what this is about and why his tag team partner and fellow Icon is not in the ring with them at this huge moment.

Jack Diamond: Congratulations are in order Bobby. Truly. You did what not many people are able to do and that is survive one of these multi-man cluster fucks and retain the X*Crown Championship. I know how tall of an order that is considering I won The Four Ring Circus match at Night of Champions as well as the Annihilation Complex Match at End of Days. So well done, mate.

Jack beings pacing back and forth at the top of the stage. Clearly thinking about something. He stops and looks down at the ring.

Jack Diamond: You've accomplished everything here in the Network, Bobby. You held all of the titles that mattered when we were in AWF. Global Tag Team champ? Check. Proving yourself as the best of the best by winning the X*Crown and then defending it successfully? Check. When it's all said and done, there is no doubt that you will go down as one of the greatest to have ever laced up his boots here in the XHF Network. A living legend...

Bobby smiles and nods, really happy with Jack's assessment and praise.

Jack Diamond: Legend... funny how that word is tossed around. I've had my run-ins with a few of them here in the Network, but I digress. You really have done everything Bobby. You've won every title you've ever set your eyes on... Except one.

Bobby, being all smiles in the ring catches this last thing Jack is saying and the smile slowly fades. Jack reaches down and unbuttons his jacket, and as the lights hit and reflect on a title around his waist, the fans start to chatter and cheer as they begin to get what is happening. Jack reaches back and undoes the strap removing it from his waist and holding it up in there air. The camera zooms in on the gold plates and we see it is the ICW World Championship.

Jack Diamond: See Bobby, the one title that always escaped you is this one. The Icon Championship Wrestling World title.

Bobby squints his eyes. It's true. He chases Jack for months in ICW trying to get that title but never could quite come out on top when it mattered.

Jack Diamond: Now, I've always held a great deal of pride in this title. Especially knowing that I was able to defend it time and time again against a competitor of your talent. Then something happened. I won the X*Crown. Not once, but twice. The ICW title was a thing of the past at that point. Every ounce of energy I had went into the holding those titles with the pride and respect they deserve. Then having to watch them go away only to be won by you... it really has been a roller-coaster of a ride man. Still, even with you holding those belts, I know how much this one means to you.

Bobby nods. It is true. "The one that got away" so to speak.

Jack Diamond: We've told everyone for over a year how great we are and we backed it up. So much so that they all are dying to see the Jack vs Bobby matches that we speak so highly off and they got a taste of it in our last AWF show, where you won those belts. It's time we give them another taste though. One more time, Bobby. The Ace of Spades verses The Prodigy. With the highest prize on the line. I'll take my ICW title and merge it into the X*Crown. I want my titles back. You get one last chance to go after the title that you've wanted for so long.

Maverick stands beside Bobby, shocked. The crowd is going absolutely crazy but Bobby is trying to play it cool. He stares up the stage at Jack and at the ICW title gleaming in the lights. He looks down at his own title, the one he carries to represent the X*Crown.

Jack Diamond: What do you say Bobby? One for the ages? I'm tired of hearing people claim that I'm playing second fiddle to you. That my best days are behind me. I know you are also tired of hearing that you are no where near the X*Crown champion I was. Let's show who is the best, and if I can't beat you... I'll admit you are the better man. That you are the living legend. I will ride off into the sunset knowing that I was bested by just that, the best. What do you say?

Bobby cocks his head to the side. Did Jack Diamond just say he would retire if he couldn't beat Bobby Barratt? Bobby nods his head and holds his title up in the air, patting it with his other hand as if agreeing to the match. Diamond smiles, still holding his ICW title in the air. He drops the mic, and turns heading to the back as the feed from Supremacy comes to an end.

[Dave D-Flipz]

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