..:: AXW: Anonymous TV | 27/05/19 [LIVE] ::..
May 17, 2019 3:43:47 GMT -5
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ANONYMOUS XTREME WRESTLING PRESENTS:
..::ANONYMOUS TV::..
.::Live from The Legion, London, England::.
.::27th May, 2019::.
.::0:00 AM - Live on the XHF Network::.
The arena's lights go off and the fans immediately begins to boo at the top of their lungs as the violins of the orchestra swell to cover the ever-familiar Fall Out Boy song. The man behind the music rises out of an opening in the floor, facing the entranceway rather than the ring.
The technician's dressed in a sharp dark blue dress shirt with white dots and a pair of black dress pants.
When the music hits the My Songs Know What You Did in the Dark/Light 'Em Up Beat, he holds his championship up over his head, so the world can get a view of the nameplate: Anthony Caffrey. The AXW Undisputed Champion has arrived. His entrance is also heralded by a stream of pyro shooting off behind him.
Caffrey turns to face his detractors and has his trademark sinister smile running across his face. The champion throws his championship over his shoulder and walks down to the ring, ignoring the fans screaming and jeering. He looks rather jovial tonight, happy to be carrying his AXW Undisputed Championship on one shoulder, and Bobby Barratt’s End of Days briefcase in his left hand.
Alpha: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome the AXW Undisputed Champion, Anthony Caffrey!
Caffrey steps into the ring and receives a microphone. He waits for the crowd to finally finish booing before he can speak.
Caffrey: Ladies and gentlemen, your AXW Undisputed Champion has arrived!
Instead of banging on his championship as the crowd boos, he bangs on the End of Days briefcase. He is in too damn good of a mood and it drives the crowd crazy.
Caffrey: Thank you for that warm ovation, ladies and gentlemen. Really, your kindness is too good to me. After all I do for you, your adoration and admiration speaks volumes about your collective character.
The crowd boos loudly as Caffrey’s sharp sarcasm stings their ears.
Caffrey: Day after day, week after week, month after month, I go to work for all of you! Your cheers and praise allow me to do everything I can out here. I thank you. I make so many sacrifices for you, that tonight I decided to sacrifice my Memorial Day weekend of getting drunk while saluting some ass-kicking American troops, including the ones who bravely gave their lives to kick British asses in the American Revolution...
The crowd boos the cocky American as he mockingly salutes the crowd.
Caffrey: I decided to sacrifice my Memorial Day because I wanted to invite you all tonight to share a personal achievement. Ladies and gentlemen, when I got here, I promised you all I would win this Undisputed Championship. When I won this Undisputed Championship, I promised you something else. And as of yesterday, May 26th… please direct your attention to the screen...
Caffrey gestures towards the screen. A graphic pops up.
Caffrey: As of May 25th, as I promised, I am now the LONGEST REIGNING AXW UNDISPUTED CHAMPION OF ALL TIME!
Caffrey takes his championship off his shoulder and holds it high above his head. The crowd boos again. He yells over them.
Caffrey: Ladies and gentlemen, let it never be said that I don’t keep my promises! Give it up for the GREATEST AXW UNDISPUTED CHAMPION OF ALL TIME!
The crowd boos even louder. Caffrey laughs and smiles. He cuts back on sarcastically attacking the crowd when their booing finally dies back down again. He puts his title back around his shoulder.
Caffrey: Oh ladies and gentlemen, don’t lie to yourselves. I can hear it in your disapproval. I could hear it in your cheering for that… that peon, Wellington Dunne.
The crowd cheers loudly to express their approval for Dunne. Caffrey has no nice words for his former friend.
Caffrey: You can cheer as loud as you want! I ENDED his career! You’ll never see him again!
The crowd immediately shifts back. Caffrey cackles at them.
Caffrey: Oh look at all of your faces. BOOOOOOO. Let me clear, ladies and gentlemen, I AM AN EMPEROR. A mere SOLDIER has got nothing on me! You can cheer for everyone who tries to step to the emperor, but just like Anomoly, James Raymond, Duke Kosloff, Tony Crew, and now Wellington Dunne, ALL… WILL… FALL.
Caffrey smiles as he repeats himself.
Caffrey: You can boo all you like. Hell, you can even cheer for Maverick at Battle of the Best for all I care. The results will be the same. ALL... WILL... FALL.
Caffrey has been shouting his last few lines as the crowd has voiced their approval for Maverick to take his championship. Caffrey waits for their booing to die down before getting his crowd back.
Caffrey: Ladies and gentlemen, there are no heroes to this story. There is no cavalry. There are no fire-breathing dragons. And there damn sure are no knights in shining armor. All you have before you, and you will ever have, is a great emperor, holding the highest prize, day after day, month after month, and year after year. ALL… WILL… FALL.
Caffrey gets booed loudly as his sinister smile even gets bigger. He leans into the microphone.
Caffrey: And there’s no one, and I do mean no one, there is NO ONE WHO CAN PUT AN END TO THE REIGN OF THE EMPEROR!
The crowd boos as Caffrey lowers the microphone. He bangs on his championship.
The crowd ROARS as the sounds of “Motherfucker of the Year” hit the speakers. Caffrey’s smile quickly erodes as he sheds his dress shirt, waiting for the man behind the music, the EOD Briefcase holder, Bobby Barratt.
Caffrey keeps staring up the ramp. Bobby has not made an appearance yet. He begins to… laugh.
The music cuts. The crowd fiercely boos as all they can hear now is the sound of Caffrey laughing at them. They have all fallen for his prank, and he could not be more amused. He laughs so hard that the sound disappears from his laugh. They hate him, and he hates them.
Caffrey: Oh what, do you idiots think that BOBBY BARRATT is going to be the one that to save you?
The crowd roars in approval again. Yes, yes they do. Caffrey goes to speak again, but a “BOB-BY BARR-ATT” chant breaks out. Caffrey rolls his eyes and licks his lips as the crowd keeps chanting.
Caffrey: Have you seen Bob since he lost the Crown? The man’s walking around like he had his balls cut off. Bobby doesn’t scare me.
The crowd boos the arrogant champion. His focus shifts. The intensity in his voice picks up.
Caffrey: In fact, Bobby’s scared of me. Bobby’s been scared of me since the moment I arrived. He hit in AWF for months when I came. He’s only bothered to show his face here because he thinks he has a play. But it’s a bit hard to run a play, Bobby, when the ball isn’t even in your hands.
Caffrey bangs on the briefcase again.
Caffrey: So Bobby, it’s time to see if you’re a future champion or a future coward. At our next show --- if you could be bothered to show up for these people --- I’m going to do you a favor. If you come out and meet me in this ring, if you come out and me look me in the eyes like a man instead of a scared little bitch… I will give your briefcase back.
The crowd is skeptical of Caffrey. He smiles.
Caffrey: No hidden tricks. No secret plans. Just you and me, Bobby. Right in this center of the ring. Hell, you can even cash it in right then there and there, if you damn well please.
Caffrey’s sinister smile widens as the crowd screams their cheers and approval. They’d love to see the champion finally lose his championship.
Caffrey: But Bob… if you want this briefcase back… if you want the ball back in your court… if you want your golden ticket back… you’re going to have to do one more thing.
It’s already written on the new t-shirt that was under Caffrey’s dress shirt, but Caffrey makes it clear.
Caffrey: BEND. THE. KNEE.
Caffrey drops the microphone as the crowd boos even louder. He slowly holds the briefcase back up and pets it. His intense eyes and sinister smile indicate that he might have something planned for Bobby. He exits the ring and heads up the ramp, holding his prize on his right shoulder, and Bobby’s prize in his left hand.
The crowd is buzzing after Caffrey's captivating promo. The lights dim, and music begins to play.
Carrion walks through the curtain as "I see my demons looking at me now." Has a hood up leaving a shadow over his face as he walks straight to the ring. No flash, just looking very stern. He hops up onto the apron and turns to look at the crowd hooking both arms over the top rope. After he scans them for a second he jumps and places the top rope on the small of his back and rolls backwards into the ring landing on one knee with his head bowed. After a few seconds he stands up with his hands outstretched to the side and slowly spins looking around at the crowd.
Alpha: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and is a triple threat match. Coming to the ring at this time, he is "The Carrion King," Xander Carrion!
BB Gunn: It's time for Carrion's debut in AXW! After a captivating vignette last show, he's here ready for tough competition!
"Am I Savage" by Metallica hits the PA. The lights dim and mist forms around the ramp. The tron shows images of a deep dense jungle slowly being traversed and ends up on an image of Primal's hideous mask. His "true face". Primal slowly slinks out of the back and to the stage as the heavy riffs kick in. He looks around until the lyrics start then he lets out a growl and spits on the stage then walks with purpose to the ring where he rolls under the ropes and to his knees. He looks around in pity at the humans who watch him, decked in the horrid trappings of this false "civilization". He slinks to the corner and sits down awaiting his foe.
Alpha: His first opponent, from Deep Within the Jungle, he is Primal!
Derrick Donovan: This here is Primal's single's debut in AXW as well! An old XHF veteran with one purpose on his mind; to defeat the Demon, Dreadvan. This is the beginning of his road to get there.
"Plebians - silence yourselves as the heavens gift you with this special occasion. Your eyes will feast like it never has before. The one. The only. King Edmund William Hickenbottom IV".
The lights dim. Two uniformed gentlemen step forward. They blow on their trumpets to signal the introduction of the King of Supremia. After the royal tune, Preliator by Globus plays. After the introduction to the song, Mutt walks out, holding a throne above his heads and shoulders. As he marches down the ring, the two uniformed guards follow. Mutt climbs up the stairs, where the uniformed guards lower the top rope for Mutt to climb over. Mutt places the throne down the center of the ring and then lies on all fours in front of the throne. There, King Hickenbottom steps on the back of Mutt as a stepping stool on the way down.
Alpha: And his final opponent, from the Isles of Supremia, he is the sla-er... servant and representative of King Edmund IV, the Goliath known as Mutt!
With a crown on his head and a scepter in his hand, he climbs the ropes to the fans. They all boo him. The king smiles as he descends and exits the ring to allow Mutt to show off exactly what King Hickenbottom IV can do.
BB Gunn: Oh yeah. Edmund. I tend to forget about him, like, all the time.
Derrick Donovan: We all do, BB. He's a very unforgettable foe within AXW, with no accolades under his belt.
[...DING DING! DING DING!...]
Mutt lets out a mighty roar, showing off his impressive physique to his opponents. Primal responds by letting off a primal jungle roar. They turn to Carrion, who shrugs and hits Mutt with a spinning back kick, followed by a german suplex, lifting the near-300 pounder up and over! He bridges the suplex, trying a sneaky pin right off the bat under Primal's nose!
[...ON-BROKEN UP BY PRIMAL!...]
Derrick Donovan: Early attempt by Carrion, but that doesn't slip under the nose of the XHF Vet, Primal!
BB Gunn: Don't state the obvious, Dono, you'll bring on the sinners!
Derrick Donovan: I mean Xander looks like a sinner so I wouldn't say we're far off from bringing them in.
Carrion stands up, and quickly engages in a collar-and-elbow tie-up with Primal, who effortlessly overpowers him despite being at a height and age disadvantage. Primal shoves Carrion into the corner, and the referee begins to count, and Primal lets up at 4 after the ref gets in between them, but not without a sneaky eye poke to the Carrion King!
Blinded, Carrion stumbles out of the corner and into Primal's not-so-loving arms, where he bites the nose of Carrion. He screams, and responds with two slaps to the face! Primal stumbles back, and gets rocked with a chop to the chest!
Crowd: Woo!
BB Gunn: Woo!
Derrick Donovan: Woo!
Carrion lands a few more devastating chops to the chest of Primal, turning it beet red, before a spinning back elbow topples him to the ground.
He follows up with a stomped to Primal's gut, followed with a kick to his chest as he's sat up and a spinning kick to the face knocking him back down. Carrion bows to the crowd, bringing in some cheers, before jumping for a shooting star press onto Primal! Primal gets the knees up though, and Xander lands hard, rolling off and holding his ribs.
Derrick Donovan: Veteran instincts by Primal leads him to escape the innovative offense of Carrion!
Primal shakes the cobwebs and crawls over to Carrion, smothering him with his big, sweaty torso in what looks like a pin attempt, which Xander instinctively pulls the shoulder up in case the referee attempted a pin attempt. Primal lands a few heavy blows from mounted position, getting Carrion to cover his face. But that's just a ploy as Primal grabs and arm, first biting the fingers of Carrion, but then torquing his arm back!
BB Gunn: Carrion's in a precarious position, how will he recover?
Carrion is screaming, his arm pulled back awkwardly as Primal grins evilly. Carrion twists himself around, and lands a punch straight to the jaw of Primal. He falls back, releasing his grip, and Carrion nurses his arm a moment. His offensive repertoire is a lot of striking and Primal was able to take out a good deal of his game. Both warriors make it to their feet, ready to go round two. They look off and see Mutt finally making it to his feet. They share a quick glance, and in sync they double clothesline him right to the outside.
Derrick Donovan: Team work makes the dream work!
BB Gunn: And the dream is Mutt getting his arse handed to him! F*ckin' love it!
With Mutt downed, the duo turn and once again begin to trade blows. Lefts and rights are traded, Carrion taking the advantage this round as he backs Primal into a corner. He traps him with a barrage of kicks, punches, you name it and Carrion is probably doing it. He nails a spinning backfist that rocks Primal, and takes a few steps back, kicking Primal in the gut. He puts Primal's head in between his thighs, setting up something big.
[...SNAP PILEDRIVE-NO!...]
As Carrion lifts Primal up, Primal somehow uses his momentum and flips up and over Carrion, before spinning around and taking out Carrion's leg!
BB Gunn: I think had Primal not flipped out there, that'd have been the end of him there!
Derrick Donovan: Carrion must have been just sweaty enough to let Primal slip from his grasp!
With Carrion down to a knee, Primal grabs his head and begins to unleash a series of trapped headbutts, biting Carrion's forehead once again letting out a few drops of blood. With Carrion laid out on the mat, Primal looks around with a crazed look in his eye. He points to the top rope, and the fans cheer like crazy. He smirks, and climbs up.
BB Gunn: Primal's about to spit a hairball onto Carrion!
Derrick Donovan: Gross.
Primal readies himself to leap for his signature Senton move... and then just hops off the turnbuckle. The crowd boos as Primal laughs, taunting the crowd with a grimace on his face. He sees Carrion getting up, and charges at him...
[...CORROSION OF CONFORMITY!...]
(Gore)
Derrick Donovan: He just speared Carrion out of his boots!
BB Gunn: I think Primal's closing in on sinking his teeth into his prey.
Primal grabs Carrion, ready to deal the killing blow. He lifts him up for...
[...EMPTY ABYSS!!!...NO!...]
Mutt re-enters the match, barreling over Primal who drops Carrion to the mat. Carrion rolls out to the apron, and Edmund lands a few sneaky punches with a pair of brass knucks. Meanwhile, Mutt knees Primal in the gut and runs the ropes, jumping for...
[...THE MIGHT OF SUPREMIA!...]
(Scissor Kick)
Primal crumples to the mat, and Mutt makes a cover! Carrion notices this and tries to get up, but Edmund grabs his leg.
[...ONE!...]
Carrion tries to yank his leg away, slipping it from Edmund's grasp before booking him right in the face with a crescent kick!
[...TWO!...]
Carrion runs and leaps up the turnbuckle, quickly jumping off.
[...THREE...NO! CARRION WITH THE FEAST FOR CROWS!...]
Derrick Donovan: That was too close for Carrion! Milliseconds away from this match slipping out of his grasp!
Mutt tries to stand up, but is cracked with a crescent of his own, rolling out to the ring. He turns to Primal, who is standing up in the corner, and charges him with...
[...THE MAFIA KICK!...]
(Running Big Boot)
Primal crumples, and Carrion pulls himself to the top rope, the crowd roaring as he leaps off one more time...
[...FEAST FOR CROWS!...]
(Double Foot Stomp)
His feet crush Primal's torso, he rolls over holding his gut but Carrion pulls him back over onto his back and hooks his legs.
[...ONE!...]
[...TWO...]
[...THREE!...]
[...DING DING! DING DING!...]
The crowd roars as the bell signals the end of the opening match between Carrion, Primal and King Edward IV. It's a mixed reaction as the referee takes the hand of Carrion and holds it high. He's drenched in sweat and pain etched across his face as he holds his ribs with his free hand. With a stumble he rips his hand from the referee and makes his way to the ropes calling for the mic from the time keepers table.
Carrion walks through the curtain as "I see my demons looking at me now." Has a hood up leaving a shadow over his face as he walks straight to the ring. No flash, just looking very stern. He hops up onto the apron and turns to look at the crowd hooking both arms over the top rope. After he scans them for a second he jumps and places the top rope on the small of his back and rolls backwards into the ring landing on one knee with his head bowed. After a few seconds he stands up with his hands outstretched to the side and slowly spins looking around at the crowd.
Alpha: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and is a triple threat match. Coming to the ring at this time, he is "The Carrion King," Xander Carrion!
BB Gunn: It's time for Carrion's debut in AXW! After a captivating vignette last show, he's here ready for tough competition!
"Am I Savage" by Metallica hits the PA. The lights dim and mist forms around the ramp. The tron shows images of a deep dense jungle slowly being traversed and ends up on an image of Primal's hideous mask. His "true face". Primal slowly slinks out of the back and to the stage as the heavy riffs kick in. He looks around until the lyrics start then he lets out a growl and spits on the stage then walks with purpose to the ring where he rolls under the ropes and to his knees. He looks around in pity at the humans who watch him, decked in the horrid trappings of this false "civilization". He slinks to the corner and sits down awaiting his foe.
Alpha: His first opponent, from Deep Within the Jungle, he is Primal!
Derrick Donovan: This here is Primal's single's debut in AXW as well! An old XHF veteran with one purpose on his mind; to defeat the Demon, Dreadvan. This is the beginning of his road to get there.
"Plebians - silence yourselves as the heavens gift you with this special occasion. Your eyes will feast like it never has before. The one. The only. King Edmund William Hickenbottom IV".
The lights dim. Two uniformed gentlemen step forward. They blow on their trumpets to signal the introduction of the King of Supremia. After the royal tune, Preliator by Globus plays. After the introduction to the song, Mutt walks out, holding a throne above his heads and shoulders. As he marches down the ring, the two uniformed guards follow. Mutt climbs up the stairs, where the uniformed guards lower the top rope for Mutt to climb over. Mutt places the throne down the center of the ring and then lies on all fours in front of the throne. There, King Hickenbottom steps on the back of Mutt as a stepping stool on the way down.
Alpha: And his final opponent, from the Isles of Supremia, he is the sla-er... servant and representative of King Edmund IV, the Goliath known as Mutt!
With a crown on his head and a scepter in his hand, he climbs the ropes to the fans. They all boo him. The king smiles as he descends and exits the ring to allow Mutt to show off exactly what King Hickenbottom IV can do.
BB Gunn: Oh yeah. Edmund. I tend to forget about him, like, all the time.
Derrick Donovan: We all do, BB. He's a very unforgettable foe within AXW, with no accolades under his belt.
[...DING DING! DING DING!...]
Mutt lets out a mighty roar, showing off his impressive physique to his opponents. Primal responds by letting off a primal jungle roar. They turn to Carrion, who shrugs and hits Mutt with a spinning back kick, followed by a german suplex, lifting the near-300 pounder up and over! He bridges the suplex, trying a sneaky pin right off the bat under Primal's nose!
[...ON-BROKEN UP BY PRIMAL!...]
Derrick Donovan: Early attempt by Carrion, but that doesn't slip under the nose of the XHF Vet, Primal!
BB Gunn: Don't state the obvious, Dono, you'll bring on the sinners!
Derrick Donovan: I mean Xander looks like a sinner so I wouldn't say we're far off from bringing them in.
Carrion stands up, and quickly engages in a collar-and-elbow tie-up with Primal, who effortlessly overpowers him despite being at a height and age disadvantage. Primal shoves Carrion into the corner, and the referee begins to count, and Primal lets up at 4 after the ref gets in between them, but not without a sneaky eye poke to the Carrion King!
Blinded, Carrion stumbles out of the corner and into Primal's not-so-loving arms, where he bites the nose of Carrion. He screams, and responds with two slaps to the face! Primal stumbles back, and gets rocked with a chop to the chest!
Crowd: Woo!
BB Gunn: Woo!
Derrick Donovan: Woo!
Carrion lands a few more devastating chops to the chest of Primal, turning it beet red, before a spinning back elbow topples him to the ground.
He follows up with a stomped to Primal's gut, followed with a kick to his chest as he's sat up and a spinning kick to the face knocking him back down. Carrion bows to the crowd, bringing in some cheers, before jumping for a shooting star press onto Primal! Primal gets the knees up though, and Xander lands hard, rolling off and holding his ribs.
Derrick Donovan: Veteran instincts by Primal leads him to escape the innovative offense of Carrion!
Primal shakes the cobwebs and crawls over to Carrion, smothering him with his big, sweaty torso in what looks like a pin attempt, which Xander instinctively pulls the shoulder up in case the referee attempted a pin attempt. Primal lands a few heavy blows from mounted position, getting Carrion to cover his face. But that's just a ploy as Primal grabs and arm, first biting the fingers of Carrion, but then torquing his arm back!
BB Gunn: Carrion's in a precarious position, how will he recover?
Carrion is screaming, his arm pulled back awkwardly as Primal grins evilly. Carrion twists himself around, and lands a punch straight to the jaw of Primal. He falls back, releasing his grip, and Carrion nurses his arm a moment. His offensive repertoire is a lot of striking and Primal was able to take out a good deal of his game. Both warriors make it to their feet, ready to go round two. They look off and see Mutt finally making it to his feet. They share a quick glance, and in sync they double clothesline him right to the outside.
Derrick Donovan: Team work makes the dream work!
BB Gunn: And the dream is Mutt getting his arse handed to him! F*ckin' love it!
With Mutt downed, the duo turn and once again begin to trade blows. Lefts and rights are traded, Carrion taking the advantage this round as he backs Primal into a corner. He traps him with a barrage of kicks, punches, you name it and Carrion is probably doing it. He nails a spinning backfist that rocks Primal, and takes a few steps back, kicking Primal in the gut. He puts Primal's head in between his thighs, setting up something big.
[...SNAP PILEDRIVE-NO!...]
As Carrion lifts Primal up, Primal somehow uses his momentum and flips up and over Carrion, before spinning around and taking out Carrion's leg!
BB Gunn: I think had Primal not flipped out there, that'd have been the end of him there!
Derrick Donovan: Carrion must have been just sweaty enough to let Primal slip from his grasp!
With Carrion down to a knee, Primal grabs his head and begins to unleash a series of trapped headbutts, biting Carrion's forehead once again letting out a few drops of blood. With Carrion laid out on the mat, Primal looks around with a crazed look in his eye. He points to the top rope, and the fans cheer like crazy. He smirks, and climbs up.
BB Gunn: Primal's about to spit a hairball onto Carrion!
Derrick Donovan: Gross.
Primal readies himself to leap for his signature Senton move... and then just hops off the turnbuckle. The crowd boos as Primal laughs, taunting the crowd with a grimace on his face. He sees Carrion getting up, and charges at him...
[...CORROSION OF CONFORMITY!...]
(Gore)
Derrick Donovan: He just speared Carrion out of his boots!
BB Gunn: I think Primal's closing in on sinking his teeth into his prey.
Primal grabs Carrion, ready to deal the killing blow. He lifts him up for...
[...EMPTY ABYSS!!!...NO!...]
Mutt re-enters the match, barreling over Primal who drops Carrion to the mat. Carrion rolls out to the apron, and Edmund lands a few sneaky punches with a pair of brass knucks. Meanwhile, Mutt knees Primal in the gut and runs the ropes, jumping for...
[...THE MIGHT OF SUPREMIA!...]
(Scissor Kick)
Primal crumples to the mat, and Mutt makes a cover! Carrion notices this and tries to get up, but Edmund grabs his leg.
[...ONE!...]
Carrion tries to yank his leg away, slipping it from Edmund's grasp before booking him right in the face with a crescent kick!
[...TWO!...]
Carrion runs and leaps up the turnbuckle, quickly jumping off.
[...THREE...NO! CARRION WITH THE FEAST FOR CROWS!...]
Derrick Donovan: That was too close for Carrion! Milliseconds away from this match slipping out of his grasp!
Mutt tries to stand up, but is cracked with a crescent of his own, rolling out to the ring. He turns to Primal, who is standing up in the corner, and charges him with...
[...THE MAFIA KICK!...]
(Running Big Boot)
Primal crumples, and Carrion pulls himself to the top rope, the crowd roaring as he leaps off one more time...
[...FEAST FOR CROWS!...]
(Double Foot Stomp)
His feet crush Primal's torso, he rolls over holding his gut but Carrion pulls him back over onto his back and hooks his legs.
[...ONE!...]
[...TWO...]
[...THREE!...]
[...DING DING! DING DING!...]
The crowd roars as the bell signals the end of the opening match between Carrion, Primal and King Edward IV. It's a mixed reaction as the referee takes the hand of Carrion and holds it high. He's drenched in sweat and pain etched across his face as he holds his ribs with his free hand. With a stumble he rips his hand from the referee and makes his way to the ropes calling for the mic from the time keepers table.
Derrick Donovan: After a hard fought victory by Xander Carrion, it looks as though he has something to address.
The referee clears from the ring as Xander makes his way back to the center of the ring, tapping on the filter of the mic to check it's response. Pausing for a few seconds to continue to catch his breath, he looks around the crowd and brings the mic up to his lips.
Xander Carrion: Ladies and Gentlemen... allow me to welcome you... to the Age of the Carrion King!
He holds his free hand out to his side, signalling that the defeat of King Edward and Primal was just the first step of the process.
Xander Carrion: Allow me to usher you into an age where your false idols crumble beneath the shadow of the Vulture. An age in which the maggots will eat away the memory of your false gods... and only the truth stand before you. Stand Triumphant... strong.
Again he pauses, the crowd continuing the mixture of cheers and jeers. Carrion turns towards the entrance ramp, pointing a finger as if pointing at every member of the roster.
Xander Carrion: AXW... allow me to introduce you and guide you through the gates of your hunting ground. The sacred land in which you are no longer the predator but the prey. A land in which your hallow bravado falls on deaf ears and your egos will crumble on your blood soaked hands. Take tonight as your last warning...your final chance to hide. That small piece of mercy I have for each of you is gone after tonight. So pack your bags... leave your championships behind... and flee. Or you too will face the same fate as Primal... as the False King Edward... as Caden Yung.
Marches to the edge of the ropes facing the entrance ramp, a bit more aggression in his voice.
Xander Carrion: A storm is brewing... and each and everyone of your sandbags won't save you from the incoming flood. I am the waters of purification coming to fill your lungs and choke your life out. And nearly everyone of you will end up crushed beneath the weight. A paper champion like Dreadvan, just an eroded... gilded man finding his final rest deep within the depths of my wake. Cowardice and Roguish challengers like Darlene... pecked clean until it is her bones that pave that ramp into my Kingdom. Men like Liam Bradley, digging his grave with a shovel etched in procrastination. Each and everyone of them, a stepping stone upon my ascension. An ascension that leads me into the palace of your Idols so that I may shatter them and cast them down from the heavens. Each and everyone of you listen... for the song that calls me...summons me...is also your Swans songs....
Xander toss the mic to the mat as the PA system opens up with Chelsea Grin's "Hostage". Carrion steps through the ropes and quickly makes his way up to the ramp and into the back.
The following contest is scheduled for one fall...
[...ONE FALL!!...]
Introducing first, he is from Philadelphia and weighs in at 200 pounds. "Rockerboy" Johnny Ojo!
Lights flash in time with the drums, as the vocals kick in, Johnny Ojo bursts through the curtain to a loud pop. He immediately jumps the railing into the crowd and usually spends so long jumping around with the crowd that his entrance song loops two to three times, much to the annoyance of the opponent (if they are already in the ring). When Ojo is satisfied he will jump back over the railing and slide into the ring where he poses in the corner before taking up position for the match to start.
His opponent, from Nottingham...he weighs in at 170 pounds. Liam Bradley!
MANTRA plays through the PA as Liam Bradley makes his way to the ring, sporting the black fur coat and sunglasses. He makes his way to ringside and enters the ring, streamers thrown into the ring as he slowly spins around with his arms stretched out.
The Referee checks on each participant before ringing the bell and we are underway!
Liam and Johnny lock up in the middle of the ring, Johnny takes the early advantage due to his weight advantage, but Liam is back, taking the wristlock advantage. Johnny rolls through and takes out Liam's feet, bringing him down to the mat with a thud. Liam goes for the legs of Johnny, but gets booted away into the ropes. The momentum brings him back to the centre of the ring, where Johnny is on his feet to hit him with an arm drag. Liam rolls through and charges back in again, only to eat a dropkick from Johnny, who celebrates as Liam takes a powder to the outside of the ring to get his composure back.
Derrick Donovan: Liam Bradley isn't having a fun time in the opening of this match!
Liam Bradley barely has time to figure out what's going on before Johnny Ojo hits him with a tope through the middle ropes! Both men hit the guard rail and Johnny is back on his feet to celebrate.
[...ROCK-ER-BOY!! ROCK-ER-BOY!!...]
BB Gunn: The fans are really warming to Johnny in the opening to this match.
Derrick Donovan: He seems to have the rocker edge and high flying disregard for his own body that AXW fans crave!
Johnny drinks in the adulation of the fans as he pulls up Liam by the head and tosses him back into the ring before the Referee starts his count. Johnny slaps a few high fives with the fans near him before sliding back into the ring but Liam was playing Possum and decks Johnny with stomp as he slides in!
Derrick Donovan: That wiley son of a bitch!
BB Gunn: He knew he was on the wrong end of the stick and Liam Bradley never admitted to being anything less than a villain that does what he needs to do. Ojo took his eye off the ball there for a second too long!
Liam is on top of this match all of a sudden. He starts to wear down Johnny with stomps to various limbs. Just as Johnny starts to protect one part of his body, Liam switches it up again. Johnny tries his best to protect himself as Liam goes for an early cover!
[...ON- KICKOUT!!...]
Liam gets right back onto Johnny by straddling him and starting to hit him with rights and lefts. Johnny gets somewhat of a guard in place to keep the assault from his face and after a few seconds of trying to power Liam off his chest, brings his legs up, hooking them under the shoulders of Liam and pulling him back into a cover!
[...ONE!...]
[...KICKOUT!!...]
Both men are back to their feet now, Johnny a little slower than Liam, but Liam charges in and Johnny side steps him, sending him into the ropes and winding up...Liam Bradley eats a Discuss Lariat from the youngster.
Derrick Donovan: The impact just echoed through the arena!
Both men are on the ground and Johnny Ojo is trying to catch his breath.
BB Gunn: Seems like there are still a few cobwebs in there for Johnny. This is a good chance for him to shake them and get back in the match!
Jonny does just that. We see him visibly shake his head before going back to Liam and grabbing him by the head. Liam does little to fight the grapple as he's dragged back to his feet and Johnny hits a scoop slam, followed by hitting the ropes and an elbow drop. Johnny immediately grabs the leg!
[...ONE!!...]
[...TWO!!...]
[...KICKOUT!!...]
Johnny doesn't look too disappointed in that call. He immediately goes back to work on Liam, hauling him back up again and whipping him into the corner. Johnny comes charging in, but Liam gets a boot up into his face! Johnny stumbles back and Liam comes out of the corner with a European uppercut. Before Johnny gets a chance to fall over, Liam hooks him up and hits him with an overhead belly to belly suplex into the corner he just came out of! Johnny looks a crumpled heap in the corner! Liam goes right over and using the ropes for leverage, puts his boot into the throat of his opponent, choking him out as the Referee starts to give the count! Liam breaks the hold at four, before yelling at the Referee and mocking the count. Liam pulls Johnny back to his feet and throws a right at him, but Johnny ducks it and goes for a kick to the midsection. Liam catches it, only to get hit with the Back Brain Kick! Both men are flat out in the middle of the ring!
Derrick Donovan: This match could come down to the first guy that gets to their feet here!
BB Gunn: No shit, Sherlock!
Both men start to stir around the five count from the Referee. They both get to their feet and Liam swings, connecting with a right to the jaw of Johnny, who sways where he stands before delivering one back to Liam. Both men are a little unsteady on their feet and Johnny goes for another right, but this time Liam ducks it and hits a neckbreaker! He goes for the cover!
[...ONE!!...]
[...TWO!!...]
[...THR-NO!!!...]
BB Gunn: Near fall there for Liam Bradley, who normally hits the neckbreaker from a running standpoint!
Derrick Donovan: If he had the running start and hit that like he normally would, this one might have been over!
Liam gets to his feet and yells at the Referee and accuses him of making a slow count. As the argument goes on, Johnny rolls up Liam from behind!
[...ONE!!...]
[...TWO!!...]
[...TH-NO!!!...]
Derrick Donovan: Another near fall there, but this time from Johnny Ojo!
Johnny and Liam both get to their feet. Again, Liam makes it first due to the neckbreaker he just hit on Johnny. Liam sets up Johnny on his shoulders and runs across the ring for Villainous Intent, but Johnny slips off his shoulders...
[...138!!!...NO!!...]
Johnny Ojo went for his signature vertebreaker, but Liam Bradley slipped out and rolls him up with a schoolboy!
[...ONE!!...]
[...TWO!!...]
[...THREE!!...]
[...DING!! DING!!...]
Here is your winner, Liam Bradley!
Derrick Donovan: What a great result for Liam Bradley! After a poor start with AXW, he comes back with a win!
BB Gunn: Chalk one up for Liam Bradley! What an upset!
The fans boo as Liam Bradley's music plays. Jonny Ojo looks dejected but offers up a handshake, only for Bradley to swat it off and shoulder barge him on the way past as he goads the fans on the way out!
We cut backstage to Rob Arnold’s office, set similarly to how we left him two week’s ago. However the wall he was left staring at two weeks ago is now blank, there is no canvas print of Goldbear II, this seems to trouble Arnold somewhat. Still, he is not left to dwell on this too long, as there is motion at his office door, and he turns around to greet his guest.
Rob Arnold: Ah yes, Kind Edmund, thanks for coming in.
Edmund looks less than impressed, still smarting over “his” loss to Carrion.
King Edmund: Yes, yes Mr Arnold, can we avoid all the pleasantries this week, I have matters to attend to in dealing with my loss tonight.
Rob Arnold: Ah yes, your loss. Well Actually that’s why I brought you here, because I’m giving you the opportunity to bounce back in two weeks’ time. You see, I’ve done it again Edmund, I’ve signed another new talent and I want to put them through their paces. So, in two weeks, you will face our newest AXW talent: “The Vampire Prince” Vincent Draven.
Arnold smirks, Edmund is unmoved however.
King Edmund: So be it Arnold, this time however, your new blood will not prevail.
Rob Arnold: I’d say that’s up to you but...you know…
Edmund’s face sours some more, however he looks to the blank wall and gestures.
King Edmund: Tell me...What happened to your grotesque picture?
Rob Arnold: Ah yes, the picture. It got some...unwanted attention, so I’ve had to place it into temporary storage until the attention has…gone away.
King Edmund: What do you mean, unwanted attention?
Before Rob can respond, there is some mechanical buzzing and hydraulic manoeuvring, Edmund turns around to see…
King Edmund: Wh-what the hell is that?
Rob Arnold: Oh, yeah that’s Mecha Gold-bear III, the Borgs sent him because they believe Goldbear II may be here, they think he’s still alive and well, you know, the Borgs are persistent.
King Edmund: Borgs? Mecha-? You talk in mad riddles sir, I want no part in this!
Edmund hurriedly shuffles past Mecha Gold-bear III and leaves the room. Arnold sighs and looks at the large robotic Bear from the AFTERWARD.
Mecha Gold-Bear III: Scanning...Goldbear…II
Rob Arnold: I told you, he’s not here. Go on home...you know...to the afterward.
The robot stares Arnold up and down, before turning and marching out. As the door closes, Rob sighs once more.
Rob Arnold: You aren’t here, but you are out there somewhere old friend...I wonder if I need to go find you...Then again...I have a show to run.
[...ONE FALL!!...]
Introducing first, he is from Philadelphia and weighs in at 200 pounds. "Rockerboy" Johnny Ojo!
Lights flash in time with the drums, as the vocals kick in, Johnny Ojo bursts through the curtain to a loud pop. He immediately jumps the railing into the crowd and usually spends so long jumping around with the crowd that his entrance song loops two to three times, much to the annoyance of the opponent (if they are already in the ring). When Ojo is satisfied he will jump back over the railing and slide into the ring where he poses in the corner before taking up position for the match to start.
His opponent, from Nottingham...he weighs in at 170 pounds. Liam Bradley!
MANTRA plays through the PA as Liam Bradley makes his way to the ring, sporting the black fur coat and sunglasses. He makes his way to ringside and enters the ring, streamers thrown into the ring as he slowly spins around with his arms stretched out.
The Referee checks on each participant before ringing the bell and we are underway!
Liam and Johnny lock up in the middle of the ring, Johnny takes the early advantage due to his weight advantage, but Liam is back, taking the wristlock advantage. Johnny rolls through and takes out Liam's feet, bringing him down to the mat with a thud. Liam goes for the legs of Johnny, but gets booted away into the ropes. The momentum brings him back to the centre of the ring, where Johnny is on his feet to hit him with an arm drag. Liam rolls through and charges back in again, only to eat a dropkick from Johnny, who celebrates as Liam takes a powder to the outside of the ring to get his composure back.
Derrick Donovan: Liam Bradley isn't having a fun time in the opening of this match!
Liam Bradley barely has time to figure out what's going on before Johnny Ojo hits him with a tope through the middle ropes! Both men hit the guard rail and Johnny is back on his feet to celebrate.
[...ROCK-ER-BOY!! ROCK-ER-BOY!!...]
BB Gunn: The fans are really warming to Johnny in the opening to this match.
Derrick Donovan: He seems to have the rocker edge and high flying disregard for his own body that AXW fans crave!
Johnny drinks in the adulation of the fans as he pulls up Liam by the head and tosses him back into the ring before the Referee starts his count. Johnny slaps a few high fives with the fans near him before sliding back into the ring but Liam was playing Possum and decks Johnny with stomp as he slides in!
Derrick Donovan: That wiley son of a bitch!
BB Gunn: He knew he was on the wrong end of the stick and Liam Bradley never admitted to being anything less than a villain that does what he needs to do. Ojo took his eye off the ball there for a second too long!
Liam is on top of this match all of a sudden. He starts to wear down Johnny with stomps to various limbs. Just as Johnny starts to protect one part of his body, Liam switches it up again. Johnny tries his best to protect himself as Liam goes for an early cover!
[...ON- KICKOUT!!...]
Liam gets right back onto Johnny by straddling him and starting to hit him with rights and lefts. Johnny gets somewhat of a guard in place to keep the assault from his face and after a few seconds of trying to power Liam off his chest, brings his legs up, hooking them under the shoulders of Liam and pulling him back into a cover!
[...ONE!...]
[...KICKOUT!!...]
Both men are back to their feet now, Johnny a little slower than Liam, but Liam charges in and Johnny side steps him, sending him into the ropes and winding up...Liam Bradley eats a Discuss Lariat from the youngster.
Derrick Donovan: The impact just echoed through the arena!
Both men are on the ground and Johnny Ojo is trying to catch his breath.
BB Gunn: Seems like there are still a few cobwebs in there for Johnny. This is a good chance for him to shake them and get back in the match!
Jonny does just that. We see him visibly shake his head before going back to Liam and grabbing him by the head. Liam does little to fight the grapple as he's dragged back to his feet and Johnny hits a scoop slam, followed by hitting the ropes and an elbow drop. Johnny immediately grabs the leg!
[...ONE!!...]
[...TWO!!...]
[...KICKOUT!!...]
Johnny doesn't look too disappointed in that call. He immediately goes back to work on Liam, hauling him back up again and whipping him into the corner. Johnny comes charging in, but Liam gets a boot up into his face! Johnny stumbles back and Liam comes out of the corner with a European uppercut. Before Johnny gets a chance to fall over, Liam hooks him up and hits him with an overhead belly to belly suplex into the corner he just came out of! Johnny looks a crumpled heap in the corner! Liam goes right over and using the ropes for leverage, puts his boot into the throat of his opponent, choking him out as the Referee starts to give the count! Liam breaks the hold at four, before yelling at the Referee and mocking the count. Liam pulls Johnny back to his feet and throws a right at him, but Johnny ducks it and goes for a kick to the midsection. Liam catches it, only to get hit with the Back Brain Kick! Both men are flat out in the middle of the ring!
Derrick Donovan: This match could come down to the first guy that gets to their feet here!
BB Gunn: No shit, Sherlock!
Both men start to stir around the five count from the Referee. They both get to their feet and Liam swings, connecting with a right to the jaw of Johnny, who sways where he stands before delivering one back to Liam. Both men are a little unsteady on their feet and Johnny goes for another right, but this time Liam ducks it and hits a neckbreaker! He goes for the cover!
[...ONE!!...]
[...TWO!!...]
[...THR-NO!!!...]
BB Gunn: Near fall there for Liam Bradley, who normally hits the neckbreaker from a running standpoint!
Derrick Donovan: If he had the running start and hit that like he normally would, this one might have been over!
Liam gets to his feet and yells at the Referee and accuses him of making a slow count. As the argument goes on, Johnny rolls up Liam from behind!
[...ONE!!...]
[...TWO!!...]
[...TH-NO!!!...]
Derrick Donovan: Another near fall there, but this time from Johnny Ojo!
Johnny and Liam both get to their feet. Again, Liam makes it first due to the neckbreaker he just hit on Johnny. Liam sets up Johnny on his shoulders and runs across the ring for Villainous Intent, but Johnny slips off his shoulders...
[...138!!!...NO!!...]
Johnny Ojo went for his signature vertebreaker, but Liam Bradley slipped out and rolls him up with a schoolboy!
[...ONE!!...]
[...TWO!!...]
[...THREE!!...]
[...DING!! DING!!...]
Here is your winner, Liam Bradley!
Derrick Donovan: What a great result for Liam Bradley! After a poor start with AXW, he comes back with a win!
BB Gunn: Chalk one up for Liam Bradley! What an upset!
The fans boo as Liam Bradley's music plays. Jonny Ojo looks dejected but offers up a handshake, only for Bradley to swat it off and shoulder barge him on the way past as he goads the fans on the way out!
We cut backstage to Rob Arnold’s office, set similarly to how we left him two week’s ago. However the wall he was left staring at two weeks ago is now blank, there is no canvas print of Goldbear II, this seems to trouble Arnold somewhat. Still, he is not left to dwell on this too long, as there is motion at his office door, and he turns around to greet his guest.
Rob Arnold: Ah yes, Kind Edmund, thanks for coming in.
Edmund looks less than impressed, still smarting over “his” loss to Carrion.
King Edmund: Yes, yes Mr Arnold, can we avoid all the pleasantries this week, I have matters to attend to in dealing with my loss tonight.
Rob Arnold: Ah yes, your loss. Well Actually that’s why I brought you here, because I’m giving you the opportunity to bounce back in two weeks’ time. You see, I’ve done it again Edmund, I’ve signed another new talent and I want to put them through their paces. So, in two weeks, you will face our newest AXW talent: “The Vampire Prince” Vincent Draven.
Arnold smirks, Edmund is unmoved however.
King Edmund: So be it Arnold, this time however, your new blood will not prevail.
Rob Arnold: I’d say that’s up to you but...you know…
Edmund’s face sours some more, however he looks to the blank wall and gestures.
King Edmund: Tell me...What happened to your grotesque picture?
Rob Arnold: Ah yes, the picture. It got some...unwanted attention, so I’ve had to place it into temporary storage until the attention has…gone away.
King Edmund: What do you mean, unwanted attention?
Before Rob can respond, there is some mechanical buzzing and hydraulic manoeuvring, Edmund turns around to see…
King Edmund: Wh-what the hell is that?
Rob Arnold: Oh, yeah that’s Mecha Gold-bear III, the Borgs sent him because they believe Goldbear II may be here, they think he’s still alive and well, you know, the Borgs are persistent.
King Edmund: Borgs? Mecha-? You talk in mad riddles sir, I want no part in this!
Edmund hurriedly shuffles past Mecha Gold-bear III and leaves the room. Arnold sighs and looks at the large robotic Bear from the AFTERWARD.
Mecha Gold-Bear III: Scanning...Goldbear…II
Rob Arnold: I told you, he’s not here. Go on home...you know...to the afterward.
The robot stares Arnold up and down, before turning and marching out. As the door closes, Rob sighs once more.
Rob Arnold: You aren’t here, but you are out there somewhere old friend...I wonder if I need to go find you...Then again...I have a show to run.
Motherfucker of the Year starts playing over the sound system. The fans start to cheer in anticipation as purple lights swirl around the arena. When the opening riff kicks in with the rest of the band, all of the house lights come up, illuminating the entire arena in a swathe of Purple as Bobby Barratt appears on the stage. The fans go crazy as he allows their cheers to wash over him for a second before heading down to the ring. He heads down to the ring with a plodding intensity that sees him walk past the fans, focused on the match ahead. Bobby hops to the apron and wipes his feet before springing over the top rope and taking in the adoration of the fans.
Alpha: The following contest is set for one fall! Introducing first, from Walsall, England... BOBBY BARRATT!
Derrick Donovan: The former XHF X*Crown and Tag Team Champion. AWF Prestige, Heavyweight and Prestige Class Champion.
BB Gunn: His accolades speak greatness, but his opponent? This is someone who teared through the last Briefcase Battle Royal...
The hard riffs of "Liberate" by Slipknot start to reverberate around the arena and the moment the song screams "LIBERATE!", Joel Hawkfield walks out from behind the curtain to resounding boos from the audience as he pays them no mind, his attention solely focused on the ring. Reaching the bottom of the ramp, Joel spits at some of the people in the front row before rolling into the ring, the boos increasing by a few decibels as he stands back up. Casually, he flips the bird to the crowd before slinking into his corner, removing his vest and tossing it to the outside, cracking his knuckles as he waits for the match to start.
Alpha: His opponent, from The Land of The Lost... JOEL HAWKFIELD!
BB Gunn: Yes, it's Joel Hawkfield and he's looking to bounce back after his loss at Road To Rumble.
Derrick Donovan: Well, he's looking to at least pick up a win... Against someone like Bobby won't be so easy.
[...DING DING...]
The bell rings and the match begins, Bobby lays the boot into the gut of Hawkfield, followed by a Axe Handle to the back. Hawkfield sweeps the legs of Bobby and knocks him down, he kips up and dropkicks the sitting Bobby. Hawkfield picks up and looks to launch Bobby into the corner with Spinal Adjustment but Bobby counters with an Hurricanarana. Bobby leaps up and attempts the Iconbreaker but Hawkfield slams him down to the mat with a Spinebuster.
BB Gunn: Both these men are giving their all tonight, nobody wants to lose.
Derrick Donovan: Quite the amazing sequence indeed.
Hawkfield leaps and drops an elbow to the back of Bobby, then locks in a Camel Clutch on the former X*Crown Champion. Bobby lets one arm lose and is able to free himself from the hold. He slides and sweeps the legs of Hawkfield, making him fall forward. Bobby goes for a Boston Crab but releases the hold and jumps to land a Double Foot Stomp to the back of Hawkfield. He heads to the corner and stomps on the mat, looking to hit the Iconkick. Hawkfield gets up and ducks the Iconkick and catches Bobby with a huge Lariat.
Derrick Donovan: Bobby's losing momentum quickly, Hawkfield has an answer for nearly everything.
BB Gunn: Is Hawkfield about to pull an upset over the former winner of The X*Crown?
Hawkfield drops the knee down on Bobby and then picks him up and lifts up Bobby with
[...DEMENTIA...]
Hawkfield hooks the legs of Bobby
[...ONE...]
[...TWO...]
[...KICKOUT...]
Hawkfield isn't pleased with Bobby kicking out, he picks him up again and looks to connect the Prelude but Bobby counters with a Small Package pin.
Derrick Donovan: Woah, woah, woah!
[...ONE...]
[...KICKOUT...]
Hawkfield kicks out, he gets back to his feet quickly but is met with Bobby hitting
[...ICONKICK...]
BB Gunn: The Iconkick!
Derrick Donovan: Hawkfield's lights are out.
Bobby hooks the legs of Hawkfield
[...ONE...]
[...TWO...]
[...KICKOUT...]
Somehow, Hawkfield kicked out. Bobby slams on mat as Hawkfield gets back to his feet. Bobby hooks the arm around the head and is running up the turnbuckle to hit the Prodigal Arrival but Hawkfield counters and lifts up Bobby
[...SPIRIT CRUSHING FINA- NO...]
Bobby rolls up Hawkfield again!
[...ONE...]
[...TWO...]
[...THRE- KICKOUT...]
Derrick Donovan: Bobby almost stole this from Hawkfie-
BB Gunn: Look!
Hawkfield tries to get the upper hand by pacing to his feet first but Bobby quickly follows in pursuit
[...ICONBREAKER...]
BB Gunn: Bobby with the pin!
[...ONE...]
[...TWO...]
[...THREE...]
Alpha: Here is your winner... Bobby Barratt!
Derrick Donovan: Impressive start by Bobby, Battle of The Best is around the corner... You think he'll be watching closely?
BB Gunn: My guess would be yes, his longtime friend against his most recent enemy as of late... All for the AXW Undisputed Championship. It'll be tough to watch for Bobby, that's for sure.
Bobby has his hand raised by the referee as we cut to black.
The lights in the arena go out, plunging everything into darkness.
Derrick Donovan: Now what? What's going on?
BB Gunn: Maybe you wait and you'll find out shortly what's going on.
The big screen lights up to show the inside of a prison mess hall. The place is a wreck. Food, plates, and silverware are scattered all over the place along with inmates.
Inmates lay around in odd places with broken bones, cracked skulls, and various other bleeding injuries. Men groan in pain as "Hammerhand" Blake Luthor walks though them, blood dripping from his hands like rain.
He is bloody. He is bruised. He is walking toward the camera in his orange jumpsuit. He smiles, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth and down his chin.
Blake Luthor: I wasn't booked yet again and so I wasn't allowed to leave the prison. They did allow a camera to come in here. First Swann dodged me and then?
Blake nudges a broken man's head with his foot. The man tries to cry out in pain, but his jaw is cockeyed from where it should be. Broken and/or unhinged.
Blake Luthor: Management is forcing me to name what title I want to go for before they will book me again. What shall I do? I wanted to wait until after I faced the coward that attacked me from behind. I wanted to wait until I have had my revenge.
One inmate tries to stand up, his left eye socket crushed. Blake merely seizes him by the throat and lifts him up to his feet.
Blake Luthor: I admit that I'm not much more than a thug. One who listens to others above my pay grade to do battle with whom I am told to do battle with.
With his free hand, Blake punches the inmate in the ribcage a few times. He grins as he feels a rib or two give way beneath his powerful, iron fist. He drops the gasping inmate back to the floor, noticing medical personnel starting to stream into the mess hall to attend to the injured.
Blake Luthor: There was a riot. I was sent in to stop it. I did what I had to do, though I do take great pleasure in inflicting the punishment that I do. It's disheartening that I have to hold back in a wrestling ring, but it is what it is. People want blood, but not too much blood. Violence, but not…
Blake grabs an inmate that's laying on the table by the broken arm. Bones stick out of his forearm, having torn through the flesh. Blake just looks into the camera with a "Whatever" look as the inmate lets out a scream of pain.
Blake Luthor: I have been giving a lot of consideration as to what my title shot will be. I want to be clear in that I wish with every fiber of my being to stand in the way of Brad Swann for what he had done to me. Facing Dreadvan in the ring just isn't going to cut it, my friends. I might be punching above my weight a little, but the title that I will be seeking will make me the top of the heap. It will make me the target that Swann cannot ignore once he makes his way out of hiding. I will be. Undisputed…
The screen fades to black and the lights in the arena come back to full strength.
Alpha: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and is the main event of the evening, and is for the XHF European Championship!
Absolute Zero by Stone Sour starts to play over the speakers, Darlene comes out at the "The bloody angle, the symmetry Your cheap adhesive isn't holding me" eyeing the crowd for a second before she makes her way down to the ring, high-fiveing a few random fans here and there, she circles the ring slowly as her song plays, she then steps back, runs and slides onto the ring apron on her knee at "I can bleed if I want to bleed" she rests her back on the top rope her arms draped over it, she sticks her tongue out to the crowd, she then throws her arms out into the crucifix pose at "You're looking at an absolute zero I'm not the devil but I won't be your hero" She then turns and leaps into the ring, tossing her jean vest off either out of the ring or towards her opponent if they are already in the ring. She goes to her corner and starts to stretch legs waiting for the match to start.
Alpha: Introducing the challenger, from Cleveland Ohio, she is the "Absolute Zero" Darlene!
BB Gunn: The daughter of Hardcore is in the house! And she's ready to knock off the Demon!
Derrick Donovan: And I know she can do it! If she can channel the inner Price in here, I don't doubt we'll crown a new XHF European Champion here tonight!
The music plays and instantly everyone in the arena the fans scream so hard they spit up blood after a few seconds. Eventually, Dreadvan's large frame makes it's way through the curtain, European Championship around his neck. He does his best to antagonize the fans, but they scream harder still for the Dreadvan. He makes his way slowly towards the ring, his size makes it a long, drawn out process, but he makes it and waits.
Alpha: And her opponent, from Blackfish, South Dakota, he is the XHF European Champion, Dreadvan!
Derrick Donovan: The European Champion is set to make yet another defense in his record-breaking title reign! You think he's gonna win, BB?
BB Gunn: Absolutely, Dono. Dreadvan has been on an unstoppable tear through his career, beating just about everyone in his path. He's never been pinned, never tapped out or knocked out. He's an unstoppable beast and will retain that until his end of days!
[...DING DING! DING DING!...]
BB Gunn: IT'S TIME, DONO!
Derrick Donovan: European Championship is up for grabs!
Dar runs at Dread, and Dread punts her right in the face. But Dar is quick to react, as she returns a kick right to Dreadvan's nether region. Dread falls to his knees, holding his babymaker, as Dar runs the ropes.
[...FASH STOMP!...]
(Curbstomp)
Dar goes for a cover, but Dreadvan grabs her by the throatpicks her up, an angry snarl on his face as he lifts her into the corner, running for...
[...THE CAR WRECK!...]
(RUnning Sitout Crucifix Powerbomb)
Dredavan just kind of...log rolls on top of her, smothering her with his fat as the ref slides in.
[...ONE!...]
[...TWO!...]
[...THREE!...]
[...DING DING! DING DING!...]
Alpha: The winner of this match, and still XHF European Champion, "The Demon" Dreadvan!
BB Gunn: That was fast!
Derrick Donovan: Another successful defense for the European Champion.
BB Gunn: The record-breaking reign continues, in record breaking time!
As Dreadvan is handed the European Championship, a hole rips in the corner of the ring behind him. Red smoke billows out, and through the hole steps Primal, chair in hand, a grimace on his face.
BB Gunn: Watch out! It's Primal!
Derrick Donovan: He's back after his match earlier, looking to take some anger out on the European Champion!
Dreadvan turns around, and is met with a big steel chair shot that rocks him! Primal roars, and lays into Dreadvan, smacking him again and again with the chair. He tries to stand up, but Primal kicks out his knee and smacks him over and over in the head with the chair, reminiscent of The Rock and Mankind's 1999 I Quit match ending.
Dreadvan crumples to the mat, and Primal just kind of rolls him outside. He lands on his feet, but Primal shoves him into the stairs, before hitting him with a Corrosion of Conformity, knocking the stairs over!
Primal shouts at Dreadvan taking his European Championship and walking away. Dread crawls after him, and Primal rolls into the ring. Dread eventually follows suit, and rolls into a spinebuster from Primal! Primal, satisfied with the message sent, exits the ring and wades through the crowd. He flings the European Championship back to Dreadvan, who grabs the strap on his meaty clutches. There's a light murmur in the crowd, and a few begin to get to their feet assuming the show is over before the unthinkable happens.
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...
"Is this the real life? Is this just fantasy?"
The lights dim and the crowd explodes! A single, lonesome spotlight shines upon the stage, and out steps the ripped, muscular, creepy, "Bullet" Brad Swann! Briefcase in tow, he business entrepreneur slowly strolls down the ramp, hunched over like a gremlin... The single spotlight following his every move. He looks around at the fans and almost sneers his nose, keeping his cool and clutching the briefcase tight. When he reaches the ringside area he makes a few slow laps of the ring, still just only the spotlight following him.
BB Gunn: Brad Swann? Why's he here? You think...
Derrick Donovan: I think it's obvious what he's doing, BB! This looked like a setup from the get-go!
He eventually walks up the ring steps and enters through the middle rope, wiping his feet on the apron before doing so. He slowly hands the briefcase to the referee, staring him down as though threatening his very existence. The crowd goes absolutely bonkers as the hardcam zooms into his face under the spotlight. Slowly he raises his middle fingers up, garnering a big boo from the live crowd. The lights come back on and Swann, pleased with himself, heads over to his corner. The referee hands the briefcase to Alpha, and her eerie voice comes up announcing the match.
Alpha: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and is for the XHF European Championship!
Dreadvan tries to make it to his feet, stumbling as a trickle of blood, green as the Grinch, makes its way down his forehead.
Alpha: Introducing the challenger, from London, England, he is "The Intellectual Investor," Brad Swann!
The crowd boo, as Swann keeps his beady eyes(or eye rather, as the other is a blank white mass) trained on Dread.
Alpha: And his opponent, from Blackfish, South Dakota, he is the reigning, defending, XHF European Champion. He is the demon we all see in our nightmares, he is Dreadvan!
The crowd boo once again, as Dreadvan roars, loud and proud, yet a hint of weakness beside it. The referee motions for the bell to be rung...
[...DING DING! DING DING!...]
...and we are off!
BB Gunn: European Championship on the line for the second time tonight!
Dread lumbers towards Brad, and Brad draws him in with that bastard eye rake he used to win the briefcase! Dread is stunned, and Brad jumps up for...
[...INTELLECTUAL IMPACT!...]
(Lethal Injection!)
The crowd explode as Brad nails perhaps the finishing blow. He drapes an arm over the carcass of Dreadvan
[...ONE...]
[...]
[...TWO...]
[...]
[...THR-KICKOUT!...]
Everything becomes so unglued, the arena imploding upon itself as the unbeatable Dreadvan is able to kickout!
Derrick Donovan: After so much punishment Dreadvan's taken, he's still able to battle on.
BB Gunn: This is insane, Dono! Could Swann be the first person to fail cashing in their Battle Royale Briefcase?
Swann's scowl hardens, and he stomps on Dreadvan's head, opening the wound Primal originally made. He grabs Dread, lifting him into a reverse DDT position. Dread kicks up, to mess up Swann's plans, but his pea brain unintentionally helps Swann, as he uses the momentum to lift Dread up for...
[...THE BULLET-POINT!...]
(Impact Driver)
BB Gunn: BULLET POINT! BULLET POINT!
Derrick Donovan: IS THIS IS?!
Swann hooks both meaty legs, using all his weight to keep Dreadvan down!
[...]
[...ONE...]
[...]
[...TWO...]
[...]
[...]
[...]
[...THREE!...]
The 308 day reign of Dreadvan's tyranny... is over.
Brad Swann, is your new XHF European Champion.
[Cut.]
Absolute Zero by Stone Sour starts to play over the speakers, Darlene comes out at the "The bloody angle, the symmetry Your cheap adhesive isn't holding me" eyeing the crowd for a second before she makes her way down to the ring, high-fiveing a few random fans here and there, she circles the ring slowly as her song plays, she then steps back, runs and slides onto the ring apron on her knee at "I can bleed if I want to bleed" she rests her back on the top rope her arms draped over it, she sticks her tongue out to the crowd, she then throws her arms out into the crucifix pose at "You're looking at an absolute zero I'm not the devil but I won't be your hero" She then turns and leaps into the ring, tossing her jean vest off either out of the ring or towards her opponent if they are already in the ring. She goes to her corner and starts to stretch legs waiting for the match to start.
Alpha: Introducing the challenger, from Cleveland Ohio, she is the "Absolute Zero" Darlene!
BB Gunn: The daughter of Hardcore is in the house! And she's ready to knock off the Demon!
Derrick Donovan: And I know she can do it! If she can channel the inner Price in here, I don't doubt we'll crown a new XHF European Champion here tonight!
The music plays and instantly everyone in the arena the fans scream so hard they spit up blood after a few seconds. Eventually, Dreadvan's large frame makes it's way through the curtain, European Championship around his neck. He does his best to antagonize the fans, but they scream harder still for the Dreadvan. He makes his way slowly towards the ring, his size makes it a long, drawn out process, but he makes it and waits.
Alpha: And her opponent, from Blackfish, South Dakota, he is the XHF European Champion, Dreadvan!
Derrick Donovan: The European Champion is set to make yet another defense in his record-breaking title reign! You think he's gonna win, BB?
BB Gunn: Absolutely, Dono. Dreadvan has been on an unstoppable tear through his career, beating just about everyone in his path. He's never been pinned, never tapped out or knocked out. He's an unstoppable beast and will retain that until his end of days!
[...DING DING! DING DING!...]
BB Gunn: IT'S TIME, DONO!
Derrick Donovan: European Championship is up for grabs!
Dar runs at Dread, and Dread punts her right in the face. But Dar is quick to react, as she returns a kick right to Dreadvan's nether region. Dread falls to his knees, holding his babymaker, as Dar runs the ropes.
[...FASH STOMP!...]
(Curbstomp)
Dar goes for a cover, but Dreadvan grabs her by the throatpicks her up, an angry snarl on his face as he lifts her into the corner, running for...
[...THE CAR WRECK!...]
(RUnning Sitout Crucifix Powerbomb)
Dredavan just kind of...log rolls on top of her, smothering her with his fat as the ref slides in.
[...ONE!...]
[...TWO!...]
[...THREE!...]
[...DING DING! DING DING!...]
Alpha: The winner of this match, and still XHF European Champion, "The Demon" Dreadvan!
BB Gunn: That was fast!
Derrick Donovan: Another successful defense for the European Champion.
BB Gunn: The record-breaking reign continues, in record breaking time!
As Dreadvan is handed the European Championship, a hole rips in the corner of the ring behind him. Red smoke billows out, and through the hole steps Primal, chair in hand, a grimace on his face.
BB Gunn: Watch out! It's Primal!
Derrick Donovan: He's back after his match earlier, looking to take some anger out on the European Champion!
Dreadvan turns around, and is met with a big steel chair shot that rocks him! Primal roars, and lays into Dreadvan, smacking him again and again with the chair. He tries to stand up, but Primal kicks out his knee and smacks him over and over in the head with the chair, reminiscent of The Rock and Mankind's 1999 I Quit match ending.
Dreadvan crumples to the mat, and Primal just kind of rolls him outside. He lands on his feet, but Primal shoves him into the stairs, before hitting him with a Corrosion of Conformity, knocking the stairs over!
Primal shouts at Dreadvan taking his European Championship and walking away. Dread crawls after him, and Primal rolls into the ring. Dread eventually follows suit, and rolls into a spinebuster from Primal! Primal, satisfied with the message sent, exits the ring and wades through the crowd. He flings the European Championship back to Dreadvan, who grabs the strap on his meaty clutches. There's a light murmur in the crowd, and a few begin to get to their feet assuming the show is over before the unthinkable happens.
...
...
"Is this the real life? Is this just fantasy?"
The lights dim and the crowd explodes! A single, lonesome spotlight shines upon the stage, and out steps the ripped, muscular, creepy, "Bullet" Brad Swann! Briefcase in tow, he business entrepreneur slowly strolls down the ramp, hunched over like a gremlin... The single spotlight following his every move. He looks around at the fans and almost sneers his nose, keeping his cool and clutching the briefcase tight. When he reaches the ringside area he makes a few slow laps of the ring, still just only the spotlight following him.
BB Gunn: Brad Swann? Why's he here? You think...
Derrick Donovan: I think it's obvious what he's doing, BB! This looked like a setup from the get-go!
He eventually walks up the ring steps and enters through the middle rope, wiping his feet on the apron before doing so. He slowly hands the briefcase to the referee, staring him down as though threatening his very existence. The crowd goes absolutely bonkers as the hardcam zooms into his face under the spotlight. Slowly he raises his middle fingers up, garnering a big boo from the live crowd. The lights come back on and Swann, pleased with himself, heads over to his corner. The referee hands the briefcase to Alpha, and her eerie voice comes up announcing the match.
Alpha: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and is for the XHF European Championship!
Dreadvan tries to make it to his feet, stumbling as a trickle of blood, green as the Grinch, makes its way down his forehead.
Alpha: Introducing the challenger, from London, England, he is "The Intellectual Investor," Brad Swann!
The crowd boo, as Swann keeps his beady eyes(or eye rather, as the other is a blank white mass) trained on Dread.
Alpha: And his opponent, from Blackfish, South Dakota, he is the reigning, defending, XHF European Champion. He is the demon we all see in our nightmares, he is Dreadvan!
The crowd boo once again, as Dreadvan roars, loud and proud, yet a hint of weakness beside it. The referee motions for the bell to be rung...
[...DING DING! DING DING!...]
...and we are off!
BB Gunn: European Championship on the line for the second time tonight!
Dread lumbers towards Brad, and Brad draws him in with that bastard eye rake he used to win the briefcase! Dread is stunned, and Brad jumps up for...
[...INTELLECTUAL IMPACT!...]
(Lethal Injection!)
The crowd explode as Brad nails perhaps the finishing blow. He drapes an arm over the carcass of Dreadvan
[...ONE...]
[...]
[...TWO...]
[...]
[...THR-KICKOUT!...]
Everything becomes so unglued, the arena imploding upon itself as the unbeatable Dreadvan is able to kickout!
Derrick Donovan: After so much punishment Dreadvan's taken, he's still able to battle on.
BB Gunn: This is insane, Dono! Could Swann be the first person to fail cashing in their Battle Royale Briefcase?
Swann's scowl hardens, and he stomps on Dreadvan's head, opening the wound Primal originally made. He grabs Dread, lifting him into a reverse DDT position. Dread kicks up, to mess up Swann's plans, but his pea brain unintentionally helps Swann, as he uses the momentum to lift Dread up for...
[...THE BULLET-POINT!...]
(Impact Driver)
BB Gunn: BULLET POINT! BULLET POINT!
Derrick Donovan: IS THIS IS?!
Swann hooks both meaty legs, using all his weight to keep Dreadvan down!
[...]
[...ONE...]
[...]
[...TWO...]
[...]
[...]
[...]
[...THREE!...]
The 308 day reign of Dreadvan's tyranny... is over.
Brad Swann, is your new XHF European Champion.
[Cut.]