The XHF Network Presents: Battle Of The Best [Day One]
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The XHF Network Presents
..:: BATTLE OF THE BEST ::..
Night One - 15th June 2019
Live from The Red Rock Amphitheater, Colarado
As the feed comes to life, the pyro begins to light up The Red Rock Amphitheater to kick off Battle of The Best's First Night. The crowd are at an uproar as we cut to Joey Hawke and Jerry Lawler standing at the stage, looking out to the crowd and down the long and narrow ramp.
Hawke: Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome to Battle of The Best! Tonight is the first night of action in The Red Rock Amphitheater in Colorado, I'm joined by Jerry "The King" Lawler as we run down the card for you all.
King: Tonight we find out who's the best of the best in their own ways, we'll have a Triple Threat Match between the three in Sakura-Gun.
King: Also, there will be a Crusade for The Crown, as "The XHF Iron Man" Dylan Black takes on "The Shooter" and Zaibitsu Death Sqaud member, Scott Fargo.
King: Up first we have our Rise of the Rookies Ladder Match! Any predictions Joey?
Hawke: As long as it’s not one of those AWF wrestlers, I’ll be happy!
Bonnie Jenkins: The following contest is the Rise of the Rookies Ladder Match! The way to win this match is to climb a ladder and obtain the contract, which is good for a World Championship Match by the end of summer!
Bonnie Jenkins: Introducing first, from The Darkness, weighing in at 199 pounds, he is the Vampire Prince, the ANGEL OF DEATH, VINCENTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT DRAAAAAAAAAAAAAVVVVVVEEEEEEN!
Rik W. Schaffer’s “Downtown Theme” begins to play as the lights in the Red Rocks Ampitheatre would be turned off, but there is also still plenty of daylight. A bright moon projection is shown as an eerie twilight glow shines over spots in the arena. Draven emerges with his long cloak and heads to the ring with an evil smile on his face.
King: He’s a little less terrifying in broad daylight, but Vincent Draven is a force to be reckoned with!
Hawke: One of the AXW’s brightest young talents, he’s the definition of what the Rise of the Rookies Ladder Match is all about. It’s a chance for someone to make themselves.
The crowd boos him as his eyes survey the crowd, feeding off their fear and hatred with a smug look as he bares his sharp fangs. He taps on one of the ladders to test its strength as he laughs at the crowd’s reaction of fear to his fangs. He slowly crawls through the ropes.
Draven pulls off his cloak to reveal himself and raises his arms. He then bows his head in a mocking manner towards the crowd before positioning himself in one of the corners and waiting.
Bonnie Jenkins: Introducing next, from Manchester, England, he is the Beautiful Disaster, the Man of the Hour, KYLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE ANDDERSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSOOOOOOOOOONN!
Hawke: Big fan of this guy, he’s got this passionate fire to him that few others do.
King: That’s true Joe, but I wonder if he takes his eyes off the prize in the bigger moments, like his early elimination from the Rumble. We’ll see tonight.
“Break Stuff” by the lyrical geniuses known as Limp Bizkit begins to play in the arena. The fans boo and cheer the hot rising star from AXW as they wait for him to come out. It takes him a little longer than it probably should, and then the camera cuts to the back.
Anderson is shown on the ground, being tended to by a few of the medics. He is shown laying flat on the ground, clearly out cold in a pool of his own blood. Not too far from the scene is a lead pipe on the ground. The medics see the camera and begin to gesture to wave off Anderson’s participation.
King: Oh damn! He’s out cold! Who did this?
Hawke: I’m sure we’ll find out, but if it was one of the participants in this match, their chances of winning just had to shoot up! Anderson was one of the favorites when this match was announced!
King: What a crying shame, a promising career stopped short tonight by a brutal attack!
The crowd boos as Kyle is rolled over, still unconscious. The camera cuts back to the ring where the introductions are continued without him.
Bonnie Jenkins: Introducing next, from Cleveland, Ohio, weighing in at 150 pounds, she is the Daughter of Hardcore, ABSOLUTE ZERO, DARLENEEEEEEEEEEEEE PPPPRRRRRRRRRIIIIIIIIIIICCEEEEEEEE!
Hawke: Daughter of the legend, but always ready to make her own impact!
King: How much longer can she stay in his shadow? We’ll find out tonight!
“Absolute Zero” by Stone Sour hits the speakers as the crowd cheers for Darlene, the daughter of the legend. They are a little impatient and begin to boo as she seems to be taking her sweet time getting out to the ring. Someone hands the ring announcer a cue card and the announcer quickly reads over it.
Bonnie Jenkins: Due to visa issues, DARLENE PRICE will be unable to compete tonight!
King: Those travel visas are always hard to get sorted out!
Hawke: Can’t come up short to dear old Dad if you can’t fly out here!
Bonnie Jenkins: Introducing next, from KYOTOOOOO, JAAAAAAPAAAAAAAN, weighing in at 115 pounds, she is MAMOKOOOOOOOO HONDAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!
“Rising Hope” by Lisa plays on the arena speakers as the SSS fans loudly cheer for the smallest and one of the mightiest competitors in the match. She emerges and the crowd cheers even louder for her as she heads for the ring, rising a single finger in the air and feeling the crowd rain down cheers for her. She walks directly under a ladder, not afraid of any superstition.
King: One of the hottest talents in the SSS in both the figurative and literal sense, Mamoko Honda brings the speed and classy showmanship this match needs!
Hawke: I can’t help but notice she walked right under a ladder there, King. She either has no fear or no brains there!
King: Ahh, that’s just superstition!
She finally makes her way to the ring, greeting the fans as she makes her way down the ramp. Momoko climbs on the apron, she makes her way to the top rope and looks down at the fans. Before she finally raises another finger in the air. After some seconds Momoko, jumps down and makes her way to the middle of the ring, displaying a striking pose. Momo-chan goes to the nearest corner and awaits for the official to start the match.
Bonnie Jenkins: Ladies and gentlemen, I have just gotten word that the man known as The Carrion King, Xander Carrion, is ALSO unable to compete tonight!
King: They’re dropping like flies!
Hawke: Did you see what happened with Tommy Holiday? I’d be surprised if Carrion competes again this summer, let alone the rest of the year! It was one of the brutal assaults I’ve seen in some time!
The crowd boos the announcement as the announcer shrugs, not being able to help it with Tommy Holiday absolutely massacring Carrion on Anonymous TV not even two weeks ago. They move on to the next competitor.
Bonnie Jenkins: Introducing next, from Monterey, California, weighing in at 215 pounds, he is THE BIIIIIIIIIIIGGGGGG KAHUNAAAAAAAAAAAA!
Green and orange fireworks explode at once as The Big Kahuna emerges. He takes a few moments to pause and pose as his manager Corky Castelllanos gives him a last minute pep talk before disappearing to the back.
King: I have next to nothing on this guy, but he’s a big player from where he came from!
Hawke: He’s the only independent in this match, making him the most dangerous if he wins the contract! World champions across the company should keep their eyes glued in case he pulls out the victory!
Some of the crowd cheer, and half of the crowd boo him as he nods and takes off for the ring, sliding in. The ring is beginning to fill up with competitors as the final participant is announced.
Bonnie Jenkins: Introducing the final competitor, from Kalamazooo, Michigan, weighing in at 193 pounds, he is one half of the XHF Tag Team Champions, AND the AWF Phoenix Champion, the Surgeon of Death, he is DRAAAAAAAAAAAAGOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
King: And here comes Nathan Drago, one of the early favorites for this match, the Icon himself---
Hawke: He’s punching up a weight class here tonight, though! This may be the opening of the card where Drago’s used to but he’s fighting some REAL competition tonight!
King: Wow, you really hate AWF wrestlers, don’t you?
Hawke: He may be Drago Two Belts, but when he nails down an impressive victory, then I’ll take notice!
The crowd cheers and boos furiously as they sit waiting for the double champion. Suddenly, a voice booms from the speakers, and some members of the crowd yell along with it:
“Tap!”
“Nap!”
“Snap!”
“Choose Wisely!”
After a few moments of stirring and crowd reaction, Fever 333’s blazing rifts begin as the camera catches Drago’s heavily tattooed body. He holds up both of his championships as his back is displayed before whipping around to face the audience. The crowd boos him as he begins his strut towards the ring.
King: A tough reception from Joey, but let’s not glimpse over the fact that Drago is both the AWF Phoenix Champion AND the XHF Tag Team Champion. Tomorrow night his tag team partner is going after the AXW Undisputed Championship, but tonight’s Drago’s night to shine.
Hawke: He’s got great technical ability, don’t get me wrong. I’d just like to see him start fighting the Cards and Dillingers and Kurois of the world, rather than the wrestlers he’s been picking apart lately!
Drago takes the time to helicopter both of his championships wildly as he walks down to the ring. The other competitors notice this and stare at him as he walks, seemingly unaware of the growing number of eyes on him as he makes his way to the ring itself, past all of the ladders hanging around the arena. He steps into the ring.
The bell rings and the other three competitors in the match immediately target Drago, much to the crowd’s approval as they bombard him with lefts and rights. The two championships go flying back and the timekeeper reaches into the ring to grab them as Drago is sent hard into a corner by Kahuna, causing him to slump into the corner. Momoko Honda tries to communicate something to Kahuna, but the language barrier is clear between the two competitors. Honda instead goes for a running dropkick and connects.
King: The thing about winning all of that gold is that it puts a giant target on your back, something Drago is finding out right now!
Hawke: Honda’s got him in the corner, but she also has a language barrier. She can’t really work with other competitors, because I’m not sure they understand her!
Vincent Draven has already rolled outside of the ring and is eyeing up one of the ladders. The crowd pops as he unfolds the ladder and slides it into the ring, but Kahuna stops him from doing so, blocking it with his foot. While the two are distracted dealing with the conflict over the ladder, Honda has already scaled the ropes. She leaps down onto Draven, knocking him down with a crossbody.
King: Honda on a roll in the early going!
Hawke: Kahuna with the unlikely assist as Honda keeps her momentum going, she’s coming out of the gate on fire!
Honda pops back up to find that Kahuna has now cheekily taken the ladder and is beginning to set it up in the center of the ring. He gets the ladder unfolded and quickly scampers up the ladder with an impressive burst of mobility.
King: Leave it to a man to piggyback off a women’s work!
Hawke: Kahuna could steal the contract before this match even gets fully underway!
He reaches for the clipboard hanging from the ropes and goes to unhook it, but he is stopped by Drago, who has stepped under the ladder and pulled his foot through it, causing Kahuna to bang his chin into the top of the ladder. A small cut opens up and immediately begins to bleed a bit.
King: Oof!
Drago thinks about climbing up the same side of the ladder Kahuna is currently on as Honda stomps away on Draven on the outside. Drago rolls outside of the ring to the other side and grabs a chair, sliding back in as Kahuna manages to pull himself back up and get his footing. He is awarded for his efforts with Drago grabbing his leg again from inside of the ladder, but this time he fights back, kicking Drago away as he tries to reach up, but Drago responds by moving behind Kahuna and delivering a set of hard strikes to the back. Once Kahuna is dazed, Drago relocates the chair he had grabbed and connects with another hard shot. Kahuna falls off the ladder backwards, and due to an unfortunate slip of his footing, now finds himself hanging upside down in the tree of woe on the ladder. Drago smiles as he regrips the chair, knowing what’s coming next is about to be painful.
King: This is a bad spot to be in if you’re Kahuna! If there’s one thing Drago shines in, it’s targeting and picking apart an opponent!
Hawke: They don’t call it the Tree of Woe for nothing!
Drago takes the chair and smacks Kahuna’s right knee with it as Kahuna screams out in agony.
King: A sickening shot from that chair!
Hawke: Drago’s survived the early assault and is now making his competitors pay!
Another chair shot has Kahuna screaming out again as Drago has clearly decided to target the mobile competitor’s legs. Drago lines up for a third as we can see Kahuna doing his best to try to free his legs or pull himself up, essentially doing anything to get himself out of the tricky position he’s in. It’s not enough to not suffer a third shot with the chair, and pretty soon, Drago is lining up for a fourth.
King: Kahuna could have his kneecap shattered by that chair!
Hawke: That’s one way to take out the competition!
Drago begins his swing but is immediately stopped with a hard shot from another ladder by Vic Draven. Draven tosses his ladder aside and looks at The Big Kahuna still hanging helplessly and mocks both of his competitors as he makes his way to the other side of the ladder. Instead of climbing up, he instead gets down and grabs both of the bottom rungs of the ladder. Kahuna can only watch as Draven pulls up the ladder, causing it to tip over and for both the ladder and Kahuna to crash into the mat. The crowd boos him wildly.
King: Look at that cocky performance from Draven!
Hawke: You can tell he truly believes that world championship match is his for the taking! I think he thinks of his opponents as lesser men and women. All he wants is the taste of that sweet victory, but his overwhelming sense of superiority could be his downfall if he keeps going like this.
Draven looks back at his secondary ladder and immediately drags it into the center of the ring. He begins to ascend, but like a good neighbor, Momoko Honda is there to stop him. She unleashes a flurry of lightning kicks, mostly low to his thighs, then middle kicks to his ribs and stomach, a few higher kicks to the sternum, and then she absolutely nails him with a spinning roundhouse upside the head. The fans cheer as Draven goes down like a sack of potatoes to the Dance of Many Stars.
King: Dance of Many Stars! Draven immediately pays for his arrogance!
Hawke: You have to keep your head on a swivel in a multi-person match like this! If you take your eye off your competition for even a minute, things can go wrong for you in a hurry!
Momoko goes to scale the ladder, but she is stopped short by Drago, who quickly catches her for Heavy Metal Poisoning, but Momoko slips out of his grasp.
Hawke: See what I mean? Luckily Momoko was quicker on the draw there!!
She bounces off the ropes only to get met with a hard chair shot driven straight into her gut by Drago. Drago quickly drops the chair and rolls Honda over and positions himself for one of his modified armbars.
King: We’ve seen this before, but that doesn’t make it any less difficult to watch!
Hawke: The maniacs in this crowd love this! The sensible people know how painful this move can be.
Even the fans booing Drago know what’s coming next as he grabs Honda’s small right hands. A snapping sound is heard as he breaks one of her fingers. The crowd boos even louder.
King: Oh man!
Hawke (through gritted teeth): Ohhhh. That’s not good. That’ll hurt in the morning. Do I see bone?
Drago gets off Honda and shows off the fact all of his fingers still work just fine as he begins to climb the ladder. The intensity in the arena begins to pick up as the crowd realizes that Drago is the only one who is up right now.
King: This could be it right here!
Hawke: These men and women are flying around the ring at such speed that it’s been hard to keep track, but I’ll give Drago credit for picking his spot here! What a win this would be for the Icon!
King: Did you… say someting nice about an AWF wrestler?
Hawke: Don’t ask!
The crowd voices their disapproval as the relatively healthy Drago scales up the ladder and looks around. He even realizes that he has the time to sit on top of the ladder and begin to unhook the contract, and so he sits and basks in the boos for a few moments.
Hawke: I take it back! Just grab the damn contract!
Drago goes to grab the contract, but he immediately feels his balance shift as The Big Kahuna is underneath him, shaking the ladder. Drago looks down and shakes his head no, trying to get Kahuna to stop, but Kahuna is on a mission.
King: Kahuna playing spoiler here!
Drago abandons ship before the ladder can fall over, jumping back down to the mat as it falls.
King: Geronimo!
Kahuna immediately saves the ladder from completely falling over and sets it back up, beginning his climb back to the top, even though he is not directly underneath the contract.
Drago sees this and begins to climb up the other side as well, leading to the two men to begin to slowly strike back at each other. Vic Draven sees all of this and takes the moment to attempt to stealthily set up a ladder, still a bit away from the actual contract. He begins to make his way up but then has a golden idea: he starts to kick away at his competitors’ ladder, trying to get it to either tilt and fall over, knocking his opponents to the floor, or at least further out of the way. It does not budge a ton, and soon he is joined up on his ladder by the formerly down, but certainly not out Momoko Honda. The four competitors begin to trade blows high above the ring.
King: All four competitors up high here! One slip up and they could all go flying!
Hawke: They all want that World Championship match! A reign with any of the world championships can make your entire career! Just look at Caffrey, Card, or Raiden!
Momoko Honda attempts to kick Draven, but Draven has had enough of being kicked for one day, and he grabs her foot. He tries to forcibly remove Honda from the ladder, but somehow the fierce Japanese competitor keeps her grip. As she restablizes herself though, Draven reaches over the ladder and sinks his fangs into her neck! The crowd boos wildly!
King: Vampire Bite! Vampire Bite!
Hawke: Those damned fangs are perfectly legal in a match like this! What a painful move, and he’s keeping his teeth locked in tight!
King: Look at the blood!
Meanwhile, Drago and Kahuna are striking back and forth, each looking for their own opportunity. Finally, Drago seems to find the opening by delivering a hard thumb to Kahuna’s eyes. Kahuna slinks back on the ladder and is knocked down a rung, but Drago doesn’t stop there as Draven releases his fangs. Drago steps over onto Kahuna’s side and looks at the other ladder with devilish intentions in his eyes, knowing that his ladder has been turned by Draven’s kicking just enough to make his plans work.
King: What’s Drago got in mind here?
Hawke: I don’t know, but it can’t be good for anyone involved!
He lifts Kahuna up onto his shoulders… and leaps off, LADDER BOMBING Kahuna into Draven and Honda’s ladder! All four competitors are down as Kahuna’s body awkwardly strikes into the ladder, breaking parts of him and the ladder, and sending Honda to the floor! Draven lands hard in the ropes, and even Drago lands in a bad way!
King: HOLY SHIT! LADDER BOMB!
Hawke: Drago just took EVERYONE out! Honda landed on the floor, Kahuna might have just been broken over the ladder, and even Draven crashed to the mat!
The crowd chants “HOLY SHIT” as the four competitors lay strewn about on the mat and on the outside. Draven is the first competitor to even stir, and even then that’s just to roll under the ropes and fall to the floor.
King: What a brutal move!
Hawke: A World Championship match is on the line, you have to do anything you can to win, even if that involves self-sacrifice!
There is not a single competitor left in the match who seems to have a chance as all four of them lay beaten, drained, and broken. The chants end shortly thereafter.
But just as they end, suddenly, the crowd begins to come alive again. Except this time, they’re booing. A new competitor wielding a lead pipe is running down to the ring!
King: Wait a minute, who the hell is that? He’s not in the match!
Hawke: I think I know who that is, but what the hell’s he doing out here?
It’s Ognom! The crowd boos the man who must be 200 pounds soaking wet as he realizes that all of the competition is down. He takes a few moments to preach to us about the power of Christ before grabbing a ladder and beginning to climb.
King: Oh God, it’s Ognom! He’s here to steal the damn contract!
Hawke: One of the members of the newest company in the XHF, Master Class Championship Wrestling, and one of the biggest assholes to boot!
Ognom climbs up the ladder in perfectly good health as the other competitors still lay down and out. He looks up at the contract and smiles from ear to ear as the crowd even begins to throw things in disgust at this obvious opportunism. He reaches up…
King: No, damnit! No! Someone has to get up!
...and grabs the contract, pulling it down.
King: Shit! Ognom’s got it!
Hawke: Ognom’s got it, but the bell hasn’t rung! It’s still attached!
Of course, it’s still attached to the wire, so Ognom can only pull it down a mere few inches. He begins to fiddle with the wire to release the contract, but he suddenly feels his ladder beginning to shake. Back up on his feet is Vincent Draven, and the crowd cheers him for getting back into the match as he stands on the ladder behind Ognom. He strikes with another vicious Vampire Bite and the crowd is less than enthused.
King: Draven managed to come back to consciousness just in time to stop Ognom!
Hawke: I’ve never been happier to see those damned fangs!
Draven doesn’t give a damn about their opinion as he releases his fangs and pulls Ognom up on the ladder, before positioning Ognom onto his shoulders. He places his hands around Ognom’s neck and falls backward, slamming Ognom down off the ladder with the Mors Opus!
King: Mors Opus! Mors Opus!
Hawke: Draven has just blown this match wide open! It’s his to lose now if he can just get up and climb a ladder!
As the competitors lay down and out, the crowd boos as an Icon rises to his feet. He notices the downed Ognom and stomps on him, but Ognom may be out cold. Drago sees the golden opportunity and begins making his way back up the ladder, slowly but surely, taking his time as the result of wounds and damage that has been inflicted upon him. Drago reaches up, but still needs to climb up another rung or two.
Hawke: We’ll never hear the end of it if Drago wins this match!
King: Well-deserved bragging if you can survive four other competitors and win!
He gets nearer to the top but Draven, displaying incredible endurance, is once again back up! Draven begins to climb up the ladder on the other side, and Drago finishes scrambling up to the top. Drago places a hand on the contract, but Draven places his hand on the contract too!
Hawke: The future of AXW and the future of AWF battling it out with the contract on the line!
King: One of these men might end up with a world championship match, the other leaves empty-handed! Both have their hands on that damn contract!
The two men see this and begin to punch away at each other with every ounce of energy they have left in a fluster of shots. Both men have to let go of the contract as they tee off on each other, but neither seems to be getting an advantage. The crowd, split for both men, both boo and cheer with each passing blow. They’re both not particularly well-liked, but even the crowd can see the two future superstars and potential World Champions in front of them as they strike each other.
Hawke: Neither competitor is willing to give an inch!
King: Can you blame them? These two men have given everything they have!
Another competitor slides back into the ring though to ruin their day: Momoko Honda is back on her feet and watching as both men grab the contract one more time. She looks at the ladder and make a courageous decision, bouncing off the ropes once, and then bouncing off the ropes again to pick up speed, before sending herself into the ladder with a crossbody, knocking the ladder over and both men…
Hawke: The future of SSS just sent herself into a ladder to take down both of her competitors!
King: Wait! Look at the contract!
NO! Both men are now holding onto the contract and the long cord it is attached to with a great showing of strength and determination!
King: They’re dangling high above the ring now!
Hawke: Honda may have just taken herself out with a costly mistake! If either of them lets go of that cord, they can kiss their world championship dreams goodbye!
The crowd pops loudly as both men realize they are dangling above the ring with a hand on the contract. Both competitors know the risks: the drop is one issue, but losing the chance to have a World Championship match is a more pressing matter. Draven seems to be the first person to realize that someone is going to have to take their hands off the contract. All of the other competitors are down as he firms up his grip on the cord with his right hand and uses his left to strike at Drago. Drago can not protect himself as he gets punched hard in the face and loses his grip on the contract, now barely holding on with one hand.
King: Whoah! That drop could put you on the shelf for weeks or months! Both men struggling to hold on!
Hawke: I don’t think they’re struggling to hold on, it’s just that neither can get the other guy to let go!
Draven grabs the contract again, but the fighting is causing the cord to shake and the two men to begin to slowly spin as well. Draven realizes he doesn’t have much left and tries to kick Drago down, but Drago regrips the contract and fights back with his own punches.
King: It’s like a circus pinata! Both men showing an incredible grip!
Hawke: You can’t hold on to a cord like that for too much longer! Their arms have to give out eventually!
The two can not afford to lose as they dangle above the ring. Drago tries to regrip the cord, but accidentally grabs Draven’s hand.
Drago and Draven both realize the moment as the same time as Draven looks down at the contract, trying to figure if he can use his grip on the contract to just long enough pull Drago, and to see if he can pull Drago down without going crashing to the floor with him!
King: Drago might be going for a ride! Draven might have tis match won!
Hawke: One flick of the wrist and it’s all over!
He goes to pull Drago down, but Drago has a grip on two of Draven’s fingers!!
King: Drago’s got his fingers! Drago’s got his fingers!
Hawke: I can’t watch!
SNAP!!!
DRAVEN FALLS, CRASHING DOWN TO THE MAT!
King: Draven falls! Draven falls!
Hawke: Drago and his damned obsession with breaking fingers pays off huge here!
Drago hangs on! Drago hangs on! Drago pulls the contract down and drops to the mat with it!
King: He’s done it!
Hawke: What a match!
Bonnie Jenkins: Here is your winner and the NEW holder of the Rise of the Rookies contract, NATHAN DRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGOOOOOOOOOOOOO SANTIAGO!
The crowd cheer and boo loudly as the Icon lays on the mat, exhausted after the brutal contest.
King: Drago withstood the late onslaught from Draven to barely hang on!
Hawke: He hung on alright, and I gotta say, I’m impressed! Drago showed the world tonight that he deserves to be here on the big stage.
The other competitors lay in the ring and seem to realize what’s happened as their looks turn to disgust and disappointment. Drago finds the strength to eventually get back up after the bump and has his hand raised by the referee.
King: Covered in gold, and now with a world championship shot in hand, could we be looking at Drago Three Belts?
Hawke: What a rookie year that would be!
Drago looks at his shiny new contract and smiles as the referee also hands him his XHF Tag Team Championship and his AWF Phoenix Championship. He doesn’t have three hands, so he is a little unsure of what to do with everything he now has, but he quickly decides to wrap the Phoenix Championship around his waist so he can show off his gold and his new contract. The crowd boos him fiercely as he heads up the ramp.
King: A great match from every competitor involved, but in the end, the Icon managed to pick apart his competition, last almost an hour, and ultimately get the job done!
Hawke: What a match! And that was just the opener! Stay tuned folks, we have a LOT more to come!
At the top of the ramp, Drago decides to show off just a bit more, holding down the contract with his chin as he grabs his championship from around his waist and helicopters both of his belts around. The Icon will assuredly be a formidable foe for the world champion he fights in the future.
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Yumiko Kanagawa: “(Hello everyone! This is Yumiko Kanagawa and right beside me is Kayako Kai. We’re onto the SSS part of Battle of The Best and tonight you’re going to see for the first time ever all three members of Sakura-Gun, SSS’ biggest and longest running stable, face off!)”
Kayako Kai: “(That’s right! This is a match that many have dreamed about, but tonight we get to see it happen in person! We should note though, that Mei Hayashi has a win over both of these women. She beat Hase in her hometown a few years ago and beat Minami last year in the Mach 20 tournament. So you’d think she’s a favorite to win tonight!)”
M.F. Jap begins to play through the speakers as Sakura-Gun’s enforcer, Kikue Minami comes out from the back. She enters the ring soon afterwards.
Kayako Kai: “(And here comes Kikue now!)”
Silent Jealousy by X Japan begins to play now as Mei Hayashi makes her way out to the ring.
Yumiko Kanagawa: “(And here’s Mei Hayshi!)”
Sakura comes out as the opening lyrics begin. She walks towards both sides of the stage before pointing at the crowd and the ring. After that she walks down the rampway to the beat of the song.
I need a fix 'cause I'm going down
Down to the bits that I left uptown
I need a fix 'cause I'm going down
She makes a gun with her hand before pointing it around the venue and entering the ring now. She goes to her corner and waits for the match to start.
Kayako Kai: “(And the leader of Sakura-Gun herself! Former Goddess of Sakura Champion, Sakura Hase!)”
Karin Wholfe: “This match is a triple threat set for one fall! With a sixty minute time limit.”
Karin Wholfe: “Introducing first, from Utashinai, Hokkaido, Japan, standing at 5’2 and weighing in tonight at 110 pounds, she is… Kikue Minami!”
Karin Wholfe: “And her opponent from Mine, Yamaguchi, Japan, standing in at 5’5 and weighing in tonight at 128 pounds, she is… Mei Hayashi!”
Karin Wholfe: “And their opponent from Kiryu, Gunma, Japan, she stands in at 5’6 and weighs in at 126 pounds, she is… Sakura Hase”
The bell rings and all three ladies walk into the center, all grasping hands in a test of power. The taller Hase has a slight advantage and gets the upperhand in the exchange, wrenching in on the wrists of Kikue and Mei. She runs to the ropes with both and jumps up on them, bouncing off and hitting a double armdrag on both of her teammates in the process. She grabs Minami and goes for a suplex. She hits it and rolls over to a pin attempt. Hayashi breaks up the pin attempt and is met with a furious Hase, who asks her why she broke up the pin.
Kayako Kai: “(Already tension is getting high. You have to wonder what’s going in their minds right now, facing off against each other like this.)”
Yumiko Kanagawa: “(That’s true, but you have to remember how these three women work, if any of them would to hold back on each other the consequences would be even worse for them then losing the match itself!)”
Hase gets in Hayashi’s face as she starts yelling at her, Kikue rolls her up for a pin attempt, Mei then rolls up Minami. Sakura rolls her up, but she kicks out, leaving all three women kneeling and squaring off with each other. They all shake hands again before circling each other once more. Mei goes for Kikue and gets behind her, She goes for a german suplex, but Minami stays on her feet. She grabs the waist of Sakura and Mei goes for another german. She manages to hit it and kikue and sakura both get suplexed! With Hase going out of the ring.
Mei goes to pick Kikue back up, but gets a knee to the gut by her. Kikue starts throwing hammer fists and forearms at her as the two begin to brawl inside the ring. Kikue gets an advantage and manages to pick up Mei and hit her with a powerbomb, before picking her up again and laying her out with a Screaming Banshee roaring elbow. A pin attempt and…
Kayako Kai: “(a pin and One! Two!)”
Yumiko Kanagawa: “(No! Hase breaks up the pin!)”
Hase starts stomping Kikue and Mei before throwing Mei out of the ring. She starts laying in some fists into Minami before picking her up for a Black Driver brainbuster. Sakura walks over to her before getting hit in the face with a boot. Minami gets up and starts throwing strikes her way. We hear someone yelling at both of them before seeing Mei Hayashi hit a springboard version of her Phoenix Special on both of them.
She hits up Kikue with a hurricarana and goes for her Knife Vacation tiger feint kick, but Kikue grabs her and gets her in position for a Blackfire Atom Bomb. Sakura runs behind Minami and hits her with an End of Days, snap tiger suplex, on Minami as she still has Hayashi in a powerbomb position. Kikue lands hard on her neck and Mei crashes chest first into the ropes, landing hard again on the mat with the rebound. Sakura keeps hold of the move and has a deep bridge, a pin attempt on Minami.
ONE!
TWO!
NO KICK OUT!
Yumiko Kanagawa: “(Some how Kikue Minami kicked out! Holy cow!)”
A frustrated Sakura picks up Kikue and gets her up on her shoulders. She sets up the Japanese Ocean Cyclone Suplex she calls Happiness is a Warm Gun. She goes to fall back, but We see a blur come flying, it’s Mei Hayashi with a springboard lariat. She stays on top of Kikue.
ONE!
Kayako Kai: “(Mei on top of Kikue! But Sakura stuck in the bridge!)”
TWO!
Yumiko Kanagawa: “(No! SOMEHOW! SOME WAY! HASE IS OUT AND ROLLS OVER! SHE’S BROKEN THE PIN AND PICKED MEI UP!)”
Sakura powerbombs Mei onto Kikue before going to the high risk district. She jumps off and lands a senton on both of them! Another pin, but both ladies kick out at two! Mei and Kikue start double teaming on Sakura, a superkick by Mei and a roaring elbow by Kikue followed by a tornado kick from Mei!
Kayako Kai: “(Harmonious Descent into Madness!)”
Kikue and Mei get Sakura beaten down enough to lay into each other, but all three women are getting tired now. Their blows doing a little less damage, having a little less impact. But still all three women continue to fight and prove to not only the SSS and XHF fans, but to the world and themselves. Kikue and Mei brawl across the ring.
Yumiko Kanagawa: “(All three women proving just how good they are and why they’re the top stable in SSS tonight!)”
Kayako Kai: “(Not only that, but they’re proving to the world tonight just how great women’s wrestling and Joshi truly is!)”
Kikue gets Mei up again, but it doesn’t last long as she gets thrown into the ropes and eats a Knife Vacation from Mei, Sakura Comes in and Spears Mei through the ropes and into the apron, picking her up on the outside and throwing her into the crowd. She slides back into the ring and picks up Minami on her shoulders. She begins to spin around before hitting a codebreaker and landing her finisher the Vinushka.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
Kayako Kai: “(Hase’s done it! She’s gotten the win!)”
Yumiko Kanagawa: “(She may have won the match, but she’s still never pinned Mei. You know that’s gotta still bother her. But for now, she’s the winner of the triple threat after one hell of a battle! We’ll see if this plays out in a few weeks at SSS’ Big Egg Wrestling Universe PPV!)”
Karin Wholfe: “(Your winner of the match, Sakura Hase!)”
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Bonnie Jenkins: The following contest is scheduled for ONE FALL!
Crowd: ONE FALL!
Bonnie Jenkins: ...and is a Pure Wrestling match! Introducing first...
"Blood Tears Dust" begins its mystical sounds, as a dark-clad figure strides out of the back. He keeps his head pointed down, swaying his body through smoke billowing from the ground. They roll into the ring, climbing into the ring and flipping their hair back as the lights come up, to the chorus of the song.
"THREE NIGHTS, OF HELL! IMMORTALITY TO SPELL!"
The crowd roar for Dylan, who riles up the crowd, pointing to a few fans who roar even loader in response. He hops off the turnbuckle, nodding to Bonnie as he passes her by to his corner.
Bonnie Jenkins: Introducing first, from Boston Massachusetts, weighing in at 232 pounds, he is "The XHF Iron Man," DYLAAAAAAAAAAN BLAAAAAAAAACK!
The crowd are loud in appraisal for Dylan, which is an oddity given his generally hated nature. He strips off his coat and drops it outside the ring, as the lights turn off in the arena.
After a few moments the music begins. White lights flash in time with the beat of Night Stalker by Carpenter Brut as a single spotlight shines down onto the centre of the entrance way. Around the twenty second mark into the song, Scott Fargo slowly steps out of the darkness and into the light. He then takes his time to look from side to side, scanning the darkness. After a few more seconds, Fargo begins a slow, confident walk toward the ring, ignoring any fan trying to grab his attention.
Bonnie Jenkins: And his opponent, from Los Angeles, California, weighing in at 245 pounds, he is "The One and Only" SCOTT FAAAAAAAAAARGOOOOOOOOOOO!
Fargo then makes his way up the stairs and across the apron, the spotlight following him every step of the way. He stops and turns his head in the direction of the hard camera and removes his sunglasses as the lights in the building all turn themselves back on. After a few moments of Fargo giving a death stare to the camera, he steps into the ring and immediately makes his way to the corner. Fargo then removes his coat and crouches himself down in the corner waiting for the bell to ring.
Dylan and Fargo meet in the center of the ring, sizing each other up. Fargo extends one hand to Dylan, which is cautiously accepted. Dylan extends his other hand, and both men are locked up in the center of the ring. Dylan pushes against Fargo, but is met with equal force. The two combatants are built almost equally. Same height, roughly 11 pound weight difference. One cannot simply outclass the other.
They break their hold at the referee's call, and Dylan immediately spins for a heel kick, but Fargo ducks and pushes him over. Dylan topples over, and rolls under the ring. Fargo stalks over him, grabbing his leg and yanking him back. He also yanks himself a swift boot right to the shoulder, which knocks him down as well.
King: Both men at no advantage early on in this technical bout.
Both men are quick to scramble back to their feet, not too quick but quick enough to not one up one another. They stalk in a circle around each other, Dylan spitting on the ground and Fargo surveying the situation before him. They lock up, and Fargo powers Dylan into the corner, the ref counting for him to release Dylan. Fargo takes a step back, holding hands up high, before open palm slapping Dylan across the jaw!
Crowd: Ooooh!
King: What disrespect!
Hawke: Dylan's taking that disrespect in strides, King! He's laughing in Fargo's face!
Dylan touches his face, before laughing in Fargo's face. Fargo looks appalled.. or he would, if he conveyed any emotion, and Dylan says something to his foe. A camera is barely able to pick up what's said:
Dylan Black: My father hits harder than you, and he's a gimp!
Dylan laughs again, and Fargo winds back, wailing him in the face with another open palm strike. He swings, again and again nailing Dylan in the face, before Dylan blocks a strike and checks Fargo in the gut, sending him toppling back over and into the referee!
Hawke: Fargo hit the ref! Disqualify him!
King: Are you blind, old man? He got pushed into the ref by Dylan!
Hawke: You're older than me...
Dylan nails a hard dropkick right to the face of Fargo, resetting his resitting up progress. He then quickly mounts and rains elbows onto Fargo's temple, bludgeoning his perfect bald head. Fargo cover's his head, but Dylan grabs a wrist and twists his arm back behind his head. He pulls Fargo into a backwards boston crab held by the arms, and drives his knee into the small of Fargo's back, between his shoulder blades. Fargo grimaces, but holds back his pained expressions as Dylan takes a step back and kamigoye's the back of Fargo's head, taking it clean off!
King: That's it! A knock out blow! No way Fargo's concious still!
Hawke: Let's wait for the official confirmation from Bonnie.
The referee pushes Dylan back, and checks on Fargo. He's not moving. The referee lifts Fargo's arm, and it falls to the mat.
Crowd: ONE!
The ref holds up one finger, and grabs Fargo's wrist, lifting it back up and watching it fall limp to the mat again.
Crowd: TWO!
King: Fargo's one count away from falling to the Iron Man!
Hawke: The Crusade is about to steam roll it's first victim in Scott Fargo!
The referee now holds up two fingers, and Dylan lays across the top rope, in that cocky Tyler Breeze esque manner. The referee lifts Fargo's hand up high, higher than before, and holds it for a moment before, for the third time... it falls limp.
Crowd: THREE!
Bonnie Jenkins: Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of this match via knock out, the XHF Iron Ma-
The crowd suddenly explodes as they all realize Fargo's fist never hit the ground that third time. His arm is straight up in the air, and he pushes himself back to his feet, shaking his head and mouthing "Not today" to Dylan. Dylan hops down from the turnbuckle and is immediately sandwiched by a Shotgun Blast from Fargo! His big python crunches Dylan's chin, and he bites his tongue in the process, because blood begins to trickle out of his mouth!
Hawke: Fargo's back into this with ruthless aggression!
King: I remember the ruthless aggression era!
Hawke: The 'E doesn't exist in this universe, King!
Fargo and Dylan begin to slug blows at one another, each exerting mass energy to topple the other. That quick exertion does not benefit either of them, as they both gas each other fairly quick. The bombs turn into bang snappers, and the crowd begin to sit in silence. Fargo throws a stiff shot, and Dylan nabs his arm for a swinging neckbreaker. Dylan then waits for Fargo to stand up, and nails him with a pele kick! But Fargo steps aside, grabs the leg, HEEL HOOK!
King: He's got the heel hook locked in!
Crowd: THIS IS AWESOME! clap clap clapclapclap
Hawke: This is indeed, awesome!
Dylan scrambles to get out of the heel hook, but Fargo has it locked in, a cold look on his face. No expression, no emotion. He kneels down, bending the leg up and over and even takes a moment to hit Dylan over the head with his own foot. When he cinches the hook back in, Dylan bucks his other leg back and nails Fargo in the face. He limps over to Fargo's toppled body, then climbs to the top rope and looks out to the crowd.
He adjusts his glasses.
The fans of the SSS General Manager know what comes next.
...
UNCALCULATED RISK! HE NAILS THE UNCALCULATED RISK AND NEARLY KILLS FARGO!
Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!
King: A DEVASTATING MOVE TUCKED AWAY FOR A YEAR IN DYLAN'S ARSENAL! DO YOU THINK THAT WAS A SHOT AT THE SSS GM, OR A NOD TO HIM?
Hawke: REGARDLESS WHAT IT MEANS, IT WAS A LETHAL BLOW TO HIS OPPONENT!
Dylan stands up woozily and taps his heads, teasing the fans hardcore. He then bows, a gesture aimed right at the undead nerd. Fargo leans up, unnoticed and not selling, and low blows Dylan!
King: Now that has to be DQ worthy, right Hawke!
Hawke: No way! The ref probably didn't see it!
King: No, Dylan was able to reverse it!
Dylan felt the presence of Fargo and grabbed his wrist, twisting him onto his back and grabbing his leg for the REAPER DEATH SEAL!
King: REAPER DEATH SEAL! HIS PATENTED SUBMISSION MOVE!
Hawke: If it's patented, why's he never won with it here?
King: I'm just reading a script, Hawke.
Dylan bends Fargo's leg back, pulling his arm the opposite direction. It almost looks like Fargo's arm is about to be dislocated, like one solid tuggin' will end it all for him. But Fargo rolls into the pulling, and does not let Dylan cause too much damage.
Hawke: Dylan's got that Reaper Death Seal locked in tightly, it may be mere moments before Fargo taps out!
King: I wouldn't be so sure, Hawk. Look at Fargo's free arm!
The camera turns its attention, almost as if on cue, to Fargo's free arm, snaking around Dylan's unsuspecting right ankle. Before Dylan can even look down to process what's going on, Fargo gets his patented heel hook locked in tightly! Both men, now with their signature submission moves locked in! Each are struggling to get their move locked in more effectively than the other, but Dylan seems to be losing his grip. He switches from his tequila sunrise to a ankle lock, but in that split second he's made his next mistake of the night, as now Fargo cinches that heel hook in tighter than before, and with both hands effectively locked in, it's only a matter of time before Dylan taps, snaps or naps.
King: Dylan went from having full control to losing everything so quickly! But he's got a history of injuries to that right leg!
Hawke: Kid's got heart, but the Shooter is a much more experienced in-ring veteran. It's not about the showboat-y style, but rather playing to win!
By this point, Dylan has lost all grip on Fargo's ankle. Try as he might, this match is in it's waning moments and he can feel it. He tries to hard to pull himself to the ropes, but just as he gets there Fargo yanks him back with a sickening pop! Dylan slams his fist down, and Fargo violently torques his ankle while screaming down at him.
Fargo: TAP! TAP DYLAN, TAP!
Dylan's resolve is strong, but fading fast. Fargo, his patience finally worn thin, twists Dylan's ankle the other way...
[...]
POP!
Dylan's hand immediately falls to the mat in a flurry, and the bell rings to signify the end of the match! Fargo immediately lets go, surveying the damage dealt to his opponent. The referee quickly holds up Fargo's arm, before checking on Dylan.
Bonnie Jenkins: The winner of this match via submission, SCOTTTTTT FARGOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Hawke: You have to respect Dylan for that performance. He came up short in his quest for the X*Crown, but he fought valiantly.
Fargo stands in the ring, a cold, unforgiving stare across his face. There's no regret for his actions, no remorse. He came to win, and played his cards exactly as predicted. From the side, his buddy James Dragon comes into the ring, and they both embrace each other. The two then stare right into the hardcam, into the reader's souls, and extend their fists to the camera as we fade to commercial.
Crowd: ONE FALL!
Bonnie Jenkins: ...and is a Pure Wrestling match! Introducing first...
"Blood Tears Dust" begins its mystical sounds, as a dark-clad figure strides out of the back. He keeps his head pointed down, swaying his body through smoke billowing from the ground. They roll into the ring, climbing into the ring and flipping their hair back as the lights come up, to the chorus of the song.
"THREE NIGHTS, OF HELL! IMMORTALITY TO SPELL!"
The crowd roar for Dylan, who riles up the crowd, pointing to a few fans who roar even loader in response. He hops off the turnbuckle, nodding to Bonnie as he passes her by to his corner.
Bonnie Jenkins: Introducing first, from Boston Massachusetts, weighing in at 232 pounds, he is "The XHF Iron Man," DYLAAAAAAAAAAN BLAAAAAAAAACK!
The crowd are loud in appraisal for Dylan, which is an oddity given his generally hated nature. He strips off his coat and drops it outside the ring, as the lights turn off in the arena.
After a few moments the music begins. White lights flash in time with the beat of Night Stalker by Carpenter Brut as a single spotlight shines down onto the centre of the entrance way. Around the twenty second mark into the song, Scott Fargo slowly steps out of the darkness and into the light. He then takes his time to look from side to side, scanning the darkness. After a few more seconds, Fargo begins a slow, confident walk toward the ring, ignoring any fan trying to grab his attention.
Bonnie Jenkins: And his opponent, from Los Angeles, California, weighing in at 245 pounds, he is "The One and Only" SCOTT FAAAAAAAAAARGOOOOOOOOOOO!
Fargo then makes his way up the stairs and across the apron, the spotlight following him every step of the way. He stops and turns his head in the direction of the hard camera and removes his sunglasses as the lights in the building all turn themselves back on. After a few moments of Fargo giving a death stare to the camera, he steps into the ring and immediately makes his way to the corner. Fargo then removes his coat and crouches himself down in the corner waiting for the bell to ring.
[...DING DING! DING DING!...]
Dylan and Fargo meet in the center of the ring, sizing each other up. Fargo extends one hand to Dylan, which is cautiously accepted. Dylan extends his other hand, and both men are locked up in the center of the ring. Dylan pushes against Fargo, but is met with equal force. The two combatants are built almost equally. Same height, roughly 11 pound weight difference. One cannot simply outclass the other.
They break their hold at the referee's call, and Dylan immediately spins for a heel kick, but Fargo ducks and pushes him over. Dylan topples over, and rolls under the ring. Fargo stalks over him, grabbing his leg and yanking him back. He also yanks himself a swift boot right to the shoulder, which knocks him down as well.
King: Both men at no advantage early on in this technical bout.
Both men are quick to scramble back to their feet, not too quick but quick enough to not one up one another. They stalk in a circle around each other, Dylan spitting on the ground and Fargo surveying the situation before him. They lock up, and Fargo powers Dylan into the corner, the ref counting for him to release Dylan. Fargo takes a step back, holding hands up high, before open palm slapping Dylan across the jaw!
Crowd: Ooooh!
King: What disrespect!
Hawke: Dylan's taking that disrespect in strides, King! He's laughing in Fargo's face!
Dylan touches his face, before laughing in Fargo's face. Fargo looks appalled.. or he would, if he conveyed any emotion, and Dylan says something to his foe. A camera is barely able to pick up what's said:
Dylan Black: My father hits harder than you, and he's a gimp!
Dylan laughs again, and Fargo winds back, wailing him in the face with another open palm strike. He swings, again and again nailing Dylan in the face, before Dylan blocks a strike and checks Fargo in the gut, sending him toppling back over and into the referee!
Hawke: Fargo hit the ref! Disqualify him!
King: Are you blind, old man? He got pushed into the ref by Dylan!
Hawke: You're older than me...
Dylan nails a hard dropkick right to the face of Fargo, resetting his resitting up progress. He then quickly mounts and rains elbows onto Fargo's temple, bludgeoning his perfect bald head. Fargo cover's his head, but Dylan grabs a wrist and twists his arm back behind his head. He pulls Fargo into a backwards boston crab held by the arms, and drives his knee into the small of Fargo's back, between his shoulder blades. Fargo grimaces, but holds back his pained expressions as Dylan takes a step back and kamigoye's the back of Fargo's head, taking it clean off!
King: That's it! A knock out blow! No way Fargo's concious still!
Hawke: Let's wait for the official confirmation from Bonnie.
The referee pushes Dylan back, and checks on Fargo. He's not moving. The referee lifts Fargo's arm, and it falls to the mat.
Crowd: ONE!
The ref holds up one finger, and grabs Fargo's wrist, lifting it back up and watching it fall limp to the mat again.
Crowd: TWO!
King: Fargo's one count away from falling to the Iron Man!
Hawke: The Crusade is about to steam roll it's first victim in Scott Fargo!
The referee now holds up two fingers, and Dylan lays across the top rope, in that cocky Tyler Breeze esque manner. The referee lifts Fargo's hand up high, higher than before, and holds it for a moment before, for the third time... it falls limp.
Crowd: THREE!
Bonnie Jenkins: Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of this match via knock out, the XHF Iron Ma-
The crowd suddenly explodes as they all realize Fargo's fist never hit the ground that third time. His arm is straight up in the air, and he pushes himself back to his feet, shaking his head and mouthing "Not today" to Dylan. Dylan hops down from the turnbuckle and is immediately sandwiched by a Shotgun Blast from Fargo! His big python crunches Dylan's chin, and he bites his tongue in the process, because blood begins to trickle out of his mouth!
Hawke: Fargo's back into this with ruthless aggression!
King: I remember the ruthless aggression era!
Hawke: The 'E doesn't exist in this universe, King!
Fargo and Dylan begin to slug blows at one another, each exerting mass energy to topple the other. That quick exertion does not benefit either of them, as they both gas each other fairly quick. The bombs turn into bang snappers, and the crowd begin to sit in silence. Fargo throws a stiff shot, and Dylan nabs his arm for a swinging neckbreaker. Dylan then waits for Fargo to stand up, and nails him with a pele kick! But Fargo steps aside, grabs the leg, HEEL HOOK!
King: He's got the heel hook locked in!
Crowd: THIS IS AWESOME! clap clap clapclapclap
Hawke: This is indeed, awesome!
Dylan scrambles to get out of the heel hook, but Fargo has it locked in, a cold look on his face. No expression, no emotion. He kneels down, bending the leg up and over and even takes a moment to hit Dylan over the head with his own foot. When he cinches the hook back in, Dylan bucks his other leg back and nails Fargo in the face. He limps over to Fargo's toppled body, then climbs to the top rope and looks out to the crowd.
He adjusts his glasses.
The fans of the SSS General Manager know what comes next.
...
UNCALCULATED RISK! HE NAILS THE UNCALCULATED RISK AND NEARLY KILLS FARGO!
Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!
King: A DEVASTATING MOVE TUCKED AWAY FOR A YEAR IN DYLAN'S ARSENAL! DO YOU THINK THAT WAS A SHOT AT THE SSS GM, OR A NOD TO HIM?
Hawke: REGARDLESS WHAT IT MEANS, IT WAS A LETHAL BLOW TO HIS OPPONENT!
Dylan stands up woozily and taps his heads, teasing the fans hardcore. He then bows, a gesture aimed right at the undead nerd. Fargo leans up, unnoticed and not selling, and low blows Dylan!
King: Now that has to be DQ worthy, right Hawke!
Hawke: No way! The ref probably didn't see it!
King: No, Dylan was able to reverse it!
Dylan felt the presence of Fargo and grabbed his wrist, twisting him onto his back and grabbing his leg for the REAPER DEATH SEAL!
King: REAPER DEATH SEAL! HIS PATENTED SUBMISSION MOVE!
Hawke: If it's patented, why's he never won with it here?
King: I'm just reading a script, Hawke.
Dylan bends Fargo's leg back, pulling his arm the opposite direction. It almost looks like Fargo's arm is about to be dislocated, like one solid tuggin' will end it all for him. But Fargo rolls into the pulling, and does not let Dylan cause too much damage.
Hawke: Dylan's got that Reaper Death Seal locked in tightly, it may be mere moments before Fargo taps out!
King: I wouldn't be so sure, Hawk. Look at Fargo's free arm!
The camera turns its attention, almost as if on cue, to Fargo's free arm, snaking around Dylan's unsuspecting right ankle. Before Dylan can even look down to process what's going on, Fargo gets his patented heel hook locked in tightly! Both men, now with their signature submission moves locked in! Each are struggling to get their move locked in more effectively than the other, but Dylan seems to be losing his grip. He switches from his tequila sunrise to a ankle lock, but in that split second he's made his next mistake of the night, as now Fargo cinches that heel hook in tighter than before, and with both hands effectively locked in, it's only a matter of time before Dylan taps, snaps or naps.
King: Dylan went from having full control to losing everything so quickly! But he's got a history of injuries to that right leg!
Hawke: Kid's got heart, but the Shooter is a much more experienced in-ring veteran. It's not about the showboat-y style, but rather playing to win!
By this point, Dylan has lost all grip on Fargo's ankle. Try as he might, this match is in it's waning moments and he can feel it. He tries to hard to pull himself to the ropes, but just as he gets there Fargo yanks him back with a sickening pop! Dylan slams his fist down, and Fargo violently torques his ankle while screaming down at him.
Fargo: TAP! TAP DYLAN, TAP!
Dylan's resolve is strong, but fading fast. Fargo, his patience finally worn thin, twists Dylan's ankle the other way...
[...]
POP!
Dylan's hand immediately falls to the mat in a flurry, and the bell rings to signify the end of the match! Fargo immediately lets go, surveying the damage dealt to his opponent. The referee quickly holds up Fargo's arm, before checking on Dylan.
[...DING DING! DING DING!...]
Bonnie Jenkins: The winner of this match via submission, SCOTTTTTT FARGOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Hawke: You have to respect Dylan for that performance. He came up short in his quest for the X*Crown, but he fought valiantly.
Fargo stands in the ring, a cold, unforgiving stare across his face. There's no regret for his actions, no remorse. He came to win, and played his cards exactly as predicted. From the side, his buddy James Dragon comes into the ring, and they both embrace each other. The two then stare right into the hardcam, into the reader's souls, and extend their fists to the camera as we fade to commercial.
Long live the Zaibatsu Death Squad.
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