The XHF Network Presents: Battle Of The Best [Day Two]
Jun 3, 2019 12:24:55 GMT -5
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The XHF Network Presents
..:: BATTLE OF THE BEST ::..
Night Two- 16th June 2019
They pyro erupts and the stage lights up, Night Two of Battle of The Best begins. We cut to Joey Hawke and Jerry "The King" Lawler at the commentary booth.
King: It is time. Battle of The Best concludes here tonight and finally... the match everyone's been talking about for weeks, it happens in the Main Event.
Hawke: Maverick vs Anthony Caffrey, these two have ripped each other to shreds for the last three months. But with everything on the line, who walks out "The Best" in the XHF Network?
King: But also, we have Hyperion vs Va'aiga. Last Man Standing rules are applied, two giants of the XHF are about to clash and I hope that ring is held tight.
Hawke: The Flight of the Future match is also happening, and also The Return of James Raymond is tonight!
King: But now we kick things off with AIW's quest to find themselves a Asylum Islands Champion, take it away, boys.
The Arena and the ring are set for the AIW Battle of the Best Beach Battle Royal. Large Palm trees cover the four ring post they stand about 20 feet tall each. The ropes coming off the tree have coconuts instead of padding. Sand covers the ring floor and the surrounding area of the ring. A large Totem pole with Crazy J, Jaymz and Erik Black face at the top along with the AIW Wrestlers faces under them. The totem pole is outside of the ring. Connected to the ropes on the ring between the palm trees is a tiki torch in the center of each side of the ring. A kiddie pool is set up outside of the ring on one side as well. The kiddie pool is full of water and has a few water toys inside of it. One of the other sides outside of the ring has sand toys set up. Not the cheap ass chinese plastic one… little metal shovels and rakes and a steel bucket.
The Video Starts to play that highlights the match.
Ethan Shrimpton: Ladies and Gentlemen welcome back to the XHF Battle of the Best night #2 and we here at the AIW are excited for this moment.
Clayton Elliott:This is the very first ever Network Event Match for the AIW and more important tonight we will crown the very first ever AIW Asylum Islands Champion. This title is the key to being treated like a God. The Winner of this match and the first ever champion will move to the Asylum Islands capital where a castle, servants and riches are waiting for you. Oh my god, can we please just get this going… I hope one of my boys wins this match so I can come stay!!
Ethan Shrimpton: Don’t forget, a woman could also win this match.
Clayton Elliott: I hardly consider Zolothach a woman…
A spot light shines down on Alicia Goudie who is wearing a very skimpy bikini in the ring. She holds up a microphone as she speaks to the fans in the arena and people around the world.
Alicia Goudie: The Asylum Islands were first inhabited thousands of years ago by many different cultures of people; they came after hearing rumors that a series of islands each had their own unique climate and that most of them were abundant in natural resources. Upon arrival, most couldn't believe that islands so close in proximity could have such drastic weather patterns and climates. Colonies formed and decades later settlers from each island would trade goods and resources with each other. As they grew over the years, their colonies increased in size and a committee was formed to oversee how each island would progress, established leaders, and determined what goods were traded to which island.
Alicia Goudie: They also planned a celebration day where once a year people from every Island would come to the middle island, Asylum, and parades would be held glorifying each Island and all their achievements. The main event on that day, the one everyone looked forward to, was the Great Asylum Battle. Asylum had a massive pit where leaders, soldiers, and Alphas from every island would fight to the death until only one man remained standing. This individual was crowned Asylum Island Champion where he was allowed to move his family into the massive mansion on Asylum where he lived like a King until the following year when the annual Great Asylum Battle was held and he had to defend his crown.
Alicia Goudie:Today we will crown the very first ever AIW Asylum Island Champion and the Title will be defended multiple times a year as we pay respects to those that gave it all for the great Asylum Battles. Today we crown a champion with a belt… in this match two of the ten people participating in this match will start in the ring. Every two minutes we will add another person to the match…. The Asylum Beach battle rumble starts now!!!
Alicia Goudie:The first entrance into the Beach Battle is Lee Harris.
5th Dimension By Shingo02 plays as Lee comes out from the back area. He looks around before walking down the rampway, cursing at some fans. He starts yelling incoherent phrases and quoting Ancient Aliens as he gets to the ring. He looks around the arena before going to his corner.
Alicia Goudie:The Second entrance into the Beach Battle is Bill Barnhart.
Raise Your Glass by Pink hits the speakers and we see Bill Barnhart walk out from the backstage area holding a pink glass chalice in his hand. When the song comes to the lyrics RAISE YOUR GLASS Bill Barnhart raises the chalice into the air. The crowd gives a mixed reaction to Barnhart. Bill makes his way to the ring where Bill walks around the ring playing the crowd. Bill with the chalice, raises it in the air, then place it on the ground behind the ropes.
Ethan Shrimpton: Lee Harris was not on good terms with management last show lets hope he's ready...
Clayton Elliott: Bill Is going to eat this dude alive… I am surprised he has even made it this far.
The Bell dings as the match is officially underway. The sand in the ring makes the wrestlers a little bit off. Bill locks up with Lee and the two are both trying to show how strong they are so the two men are pushing each other. Lee kicks Bill Barnhart in the knee and then tosses Bill into the ropes and tosses some sand into Bills eyes just as he turned around. Bill drops down to his hands and knees as he rubs his face and shakes his head, his eyes burning from the sand. Lee Harris steps outside of the ring and picks up a sand bucket. Lee slides back into the ring and is caught with a quick left and right kick from Bill who was still fighting off the effects of the sand in his eyes. He places the metal bucket on Lee Harris head lays heavy right hands into it, denting the side of the bucket! Lee drops down and Bill shakes his fist.
Ethan Shrimpton: Lee Harris was not on good terms with management last show lets hope.
Clayton Elliott: Bill Needs to finish off Lee Harris right now…
Bill kicks the bucket on Lee Harrises head and then Bill picks up Lee, tossing him over the ropes. Bill stands in the ring smiling. He quickly slides out of the ring and grabs Lee and tosses him into the palm tree covered ring post. The bucket smashes into the tree and Lee goes back down.
Ethan Shrimpton: The counter is on the screen..10...9….8... 7….6...5...4...3….2...1... 0
Clayton Elliott: Oh shit!!! It’s The Cleaver!
From the top of the arena a divers cage is lowering down to the ring. The Cleaver is inside of the cage and he looks ready to take part in the match.
Alicia Goudie:The third entrance into the Beach Battle is The Cleaver!
Cleaver swings the cage open and quickly goes after Bill Barnhart the two men lock up and Bill uses his weight to push the Cleaver into the corner. Cleaver is against the Coconut turnbuckle ropes. Bill Backs up and charges back into the corner and Cleaver rolls out of the way quickly as Bill crashes into the corner. Cleaver wasted no time and attacked Bill, drop kicking him in the back as he lays against the corner. Bills face slams into the turnbuckle. Cleaver slips up a little on the sand and has to grab the rope. Bill takes this moment to gather himself and quickly tackles Cleaver to the sand. The two are exchanging punches…
Ethan Shrimpton: These men are exchanging blows
Clayton Elliott: That sounds like your first sex tape…
Ethan Shrimpton: You do realize this is a network show, and the AIW is already filthy because of you. ...we don't need you to make this show dirtier than you already do…
Clayton Elliott: When they staffed AIW they knew what they were getting.
Bill is now trying to choke the life out of Cleaver. Outside of the ring Lee Harris is trying to get the bucket off but he just keeps falling as the caved in side made it difficult. Lee is now laying against the announcer table on his knees trying so hard to get it off. The Cleaver and Bill Barnhart look outside and notice Lee is struggling to get is bucket off. Both Men start laughing and quickly exit the ring. Bill Barnhart tosses Lee towards the Cleaver. Cleaver had picked up the Bamboo Stick with shells on it and swings and nails Lee in the head. Lee hits the ground hard and bucket is now broken and falls off of Lee’s head.
Clayton Elliott: Lee may need medical attention, that loser just got his head bashed in. But hey, at least the bucket if off now...
Ethan Shrimpton: I’m sad to say Lee isn’t doing much to change the minds of Erik Black, Crazy J or Jaymz.
Clayton Elliott: I haven't spent much time with Jaymz he isn’t the talkative guy and Erik Black is an asshole… I love that guy… But Crazy J told me tonight if Lee screws this up he had a plan for him.
It was that moment that the clock showed up and started counting down from 10
Ethan Shrimpton: who will be number 4 to enter this match we are just seconds away from knowing..
Alicia Goudie:The Fourth entrance into the Beach Battle is Frankie Everheart.
A second DIvers Cage starts lowering from the arena and Frankie is inside of the cage. He doesn't look so sure of this lowering down. He looks nervous but ready to fight.
Clayton Elliott: I am not so sure Frankie wants to be in that cage but I know this kid wants the title… man I hope we start eliminating people soon I need to take a pee.
Bill and Cleaver are back in the ring and Lee is still laying outside shaking off the massive blows to the head he had taken. Frankie opens the cage when it’s about 10 feet high from the ring and dives on top of Bill Barnhart and the Cleaver. The fans are screaming and cheering as they look up on the big screen to see the replay. All three men are slow to get up and Lee looking around slowly slides in the ring. Lee Harris picks up Frankie and slams him down with a chokeslam as sand bounces off the ring from the impact. Cleaver and Bill are both up and they are locked up. Bill is able to get Cleaver turned around and he locks on a modified sleeper hold and body leg lock.
Clayton Elliott: Wait a second, who are these guys?
Just then two men jump over the guardrail. They remove their black hoodie sweatshirts and its… Knucks and Salem Shepard!!!!! The crowd was shocked but they cheered at the sight of the men! The Filth Factory duo slide into the ring and they grabbed Lee Harris and drug him out of the ring.
Ethan Shrimpton: Why is FIlth Factory here tonight!!? they don’t even belong in the network let alone in the AIW Match…. Knucks is back to face paint and look at that new haircut it is a mohawk. These are two of the nastiest people ever.
Clayton Elliott: Oh shit, Salem Shepard and Anthony Knucks Stevenson is in the house… I got so---- um, nevermind…. I mean when these two guys came to the Islands a few months ago we spent a lot of time hanging out, these guys are awesome… I just wish they would sign a contract and come work for AIW.
Knucks and Salem are holding Lee Harris face in the kiddy pool and he is fighting to breathe. Back inside the ring Bill Barnhart’s sleeper hold on The Cleaver is broken when Frankie stomps his head in from behind.
Cleaver quickly rolls out of the ring as Frankie and Bill lock up. Cleaver is looking at the weapons of choice and picks up his favorite weapon from last week the Bamboo stick with Sea Shells on one end and slides in the ring. Frankie Kicks Bill in the mid section and hits the ropes and bounces back with a thunderous clothesline. Cleaver strikes Frankie and then Bill with the bamboo shell weapon.
Outside of the ring Knucks is holding Lee Harris hands behind his back as Salem is punching him in the gut and face. Lee at this point is out cold but the two men are having a great time with their AIW All Access pass for the event.
Ethan Shrimpton: They have passes?? AIW management must have set this up.
Clayton Elliott: Well of course it was set up! Otherwise security would be down here and the other wrestlers… wait, no, they wouldn't help him either way haha. The countdown is on - who is next?
Alicia Goudie:The Fifth entrance into the Beach Battle is Kidd Krazzy.
Kid Krazzy Comes running out wearing a Baywatch shorts and tank top and has his hair looking like Mitch from Baywatch. He has one of those red life saving devices lifeguards use and a little sunblock on his nose. Kidd Krazzzy Runs Towards Lee but Knucks an Salem quickly change his mind for him. Kidd slides into the ring. He uses his life saving device to block the bamboo stick swung by Cleaver. This gives Frankie a chance to kick the back of The Cleavers knee and slams him down with a reverse DDT!!
Bill quickly grabs Kidd and tosses him outside of the ring and Bill goes after him. Bill quickly picks up his pink cup from the ring and he takes a sip and sets it back down. Kidd is quickly standing and picks up a little metal rake and he uses it on Bill’s back. Bill steps away in pain, then turns around just in time to catch a midsection kick to the gut once more. Bills bends over and goes to his knees....
Back in the ring Frankie and Cleaver are fighting over the bamboo stick and Cleaver quickly slams the stick down on Frankie Foot causing him to let go.
Clayton Elliott: This match is awesome and we only have half of the roster out so far!
It was that moment that the clock showed up and started counting down from 10
Ethan Shrimpton: Number six is coming up now.
Alicia Goudie:The Sixth entrance into the Beach Battle is Duke Kosloff.
Duke drives out in a yellow Truck with “AIW Watch” on the side to look like Baywatch. He jumps out of the truck and quickly grabs a bodyboard and a lifeguard bag.
Ethan Shrimpton: Ok I could believe Kidd Krazzy being dressing up like Baywatch ...but Duke agreed to this???
Clayton Elliott: Duke is not wearing the costume but he is using the truck, and who knows what he can bring to the ring from that thing? Kidd Krazzy isnt much of a lifeguard since hes trying to end Bill Barnhart right now…..
Bill and Kidd are fighting outside of the ring but Bill has pulled the tank top shirt over Kidd Krazzy’s Face. Bill then slams Kidd into the guardrail. Frankie and Cleaver quickly turn their attention to Duke as he enters the ring. Duke drops the lifeguard equipment and grabs Frankie and uses his height to get the better leverage as he suplexes Frankie down on the sand cover ring!! Duke jumps to his feet as Cleaver grabs the bamboo stick and slams it down on hurt Frankie.
Also outside, Knucks and Salem from FIlth Factory toss a bloodied and beaten Lee Harris into the ring… Knucks motions for Duke and Duke walks over to Lee Harris and goes for the cover…
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Alicia Goudie: Lee Harris has been eliminated from the match!!!!
Ethan Shrimpton: This is soo wrong!!! Knucks and Salem who had a big match against Duke back in the day has now given their one time enemy a pin here tonight! What the hell!?
Clayton Elliott: Duke just made it official… Hey look, Salem and Knucks are taking Lee back out.
The guys toss Lee into the back of the truck and they reverse out of the arena with him in it.
Bill Barnhart has Kidd Krazy against the ring as he slams Kidd back into it, and then rolled him back into the ring. Frankie is outside of the ring and he grabs a large sun umbrella from under the ring. Frankie uses the umbrella to stop the attack on Kidd Krazzy. Bill backs up just in time to get another strike from the umbrella.
Clayton Elliott: If I was Cleaver or Duke I would get the other to team up with me and take on Frankie, Bill and Kidd ...then turn on the other one.
It was that moment that the clock showed up and started counting down from 10
Ethan Shrimpton: Number Seven is coming up now!!! And of course you would turn on someone, you have no morals or loyalty....
Alicia Goudie:The Seven entrance into the Beach Battle is Zolothac.
The arena lights flicker a little as a fake lighting bolt strikes the entrance area. A voice says “everyone out of the water”… more fake lighting strikes as Zolothac walks out looking soaking wet as if she was in a pool. Her clothes look a little burnt and she looks creepy as always.
Zolothac walks into the ring and Cleaver, Duke and her look like they have unfinished business to take care of. Duke and Cleaver look at each other and they both point at her. She quickly moves towards the ropes and slides out of the ring. Duke and The Cleaver roll out of the ring.
Bill Barnhart and Frankie are exchanging punches and Kidd Krazzy has the large sun umbrella open and he is running on the guard rail and jumps and leaps. He kicks them in the face as he runs looking like Mary Poppins. Duke and Cleaver run around and they look at each other Cleaver looks under the ring. Duke Looks up and sees that Zolothach climbed up the Totem Pole outside of the ring. She jumps off of the totem pole and Slams her fist into Duke’s Face.
Cleaver turns and receives a quick Throat punch and Zolothac slams Cleaver’s face into the totem pole.
Clayton Elliott: The two teamed up but they aren’t doing a good job.
It was that moment that the clock showed up and started counting down from 10
Ethan Shrimpton: Number Eight is coming up now. It’s time for someone else to join us who is it… who is it.
Alicia Goudie:The Eighth entrance into the Beach Battle is Gothicus Maximus
Gothicus walks out wearing his normal gear but with a fish hat, fishing pole and a large ass fish. He quickly runs to the ring. Duke has the life board and he has Kidd Krazzy laying on it and it is on the second rope. Duke turns and is hit with a giant fish as rotten guts spray from the fish Duke is disgusted.
Cleaver takes out a jar and it has in a live sea urchin inside of it with some sea water. He rolls in the ring and quickly pours the Jar into Bill Barnhart pants. Bill screams out as the Sea Urchin is stinging him on the ass. Bill reaches in and grabs the urchin and throws it outside of the ring. His hand was stung as well.
Clayton Elliott: For those of you that have never been stung before by a sea urchin they break off the points into your body and they burn like hell. Its their babies in the tips… so this one can hurt you with just the tips… not like us guys when we give you ladies.
Ethan Shrimpton: STOP!!! We wanted to be welcomed back….
Kidd Krazzy is now standing on the life board and jumps off but is caught by Frankie and slammed down. Duke has ahold of Bill Barnhart and he tosses Bill into the corner and Duke splashes his body into him in the corner.
Zolothach and is beating on Cleaver with a dried up starfish. Gothicus quickly grabs Zolothac and slams her down on the sand. He quickly locks on a rear naked choke hold.
Clayton Elliott: Time for our next person.
It was that moment that the clock showed up and started counting down from 10
Ethan Shrimpton: Number Nine is coming up now. Its either Wallace or Ultra Kira.
Alicia Goudie:The Ninth entrance into the Beach Battle is Ultra Kira
An alien spaceship that looks cheap as hell starts lowering from the entrance area. As it gets lower to the ring fog starts coming out and Ultra Kira is standing in the ring when the fog clears. The spaceship goes up.
Ultra Kira is in the ring and is hit with a big clam shell in the hands of Zolothach. Gothicus is kicking Cleaver in the ribs outside of the ring. Bill Barnhart is trying to choke the life out of duke. Frankie is trading blows with Kidd Krazzy. The two are beating the shit out of each other.. All 8 of them are fighting hard everyone is hungry for the title. Zolothach next clam shell attack is blocked and Ultra Kira kicks her in the crotch.
Clayton Elliott: So Zolothach hit Ultra Kira with her big clam… then tries it again and Kira kicks her in her clam… you can’t make this stuff up.
Ethan Shrimpton: Well it’s about time we get the last person in the ring… Wallace is about to come out.
It was that moment that the clock showed up and started counting down from 10
Alicia Goudie:The Tenth and final entrance into the Beach Battle is Wallace.
Wallace comes out riding a unicycle.
Clayton Elliott:: Wallace coming down on a unicycle like some clown man...
Ethan Shrimpton: Dont worry, Cleaver has his eyes on him from the top rope. He'd rolled into the right and gotten away from Gothicus.
Cleaver springs off the top rope, landing a huge missile drop kick onto Wallace. He grabs the man by his hair and slings him into the ring where Zolothach licks his face before attempting to gouge his eyes out.
Clayton Elliott: This Tabitha Osborne is the kind of crazy bitch you keep in your lap while driving down a dirt road.
Meanwhile Frankie Everheart and Gothicus Maximus are trading blows in the corner. Frankie ducks a right cross and sweeps Gothicus’ legs causing the man to go down hard. Frankie tries for a pin but is yanked up by his neck via a huge right paw of Kosloff's.
Ethan Shrimpton: Dukes hand is almost the same size as Frankie Everhearts upper torso.
Clayton Elliott: He's a bear in human clothes, Ethan.
Frankie Everheart turns around to catch a huge boot to the face from Duke Kosloff. He goes down like a ton of bricks.
Meanwhile, outside of the ring, Zolothatch is banging Wallace’s face off the barrier. Blood pours from his face like rain during an Oklahoma storm. She licks it off before kicking him in the crotch. He falls down, holding the family jewels.
Back in the ring, Duke Koslov has Gothicus Maximus by his hair. He hammers Gothicus’ face with his huge right hand. Gothicus falls back but is held up by Kosloffs massive hand.
Ultra Kira comes from behind, kicking Duke in the back of the legs. It doesn't faze him at all.
Ethan Shrimpton: Duke Koslov is a monster.
Gothicus spits blood in Dukes face. Using this momentary break, Gothicus drop kicks Duke Koslovs knees. The big man goes down.
Frankie Everheart has Ultra Kira in the corner, blasting his ribs with kicks. Blood begins to come from Ultra Kira’s mouth as he falls.
Clayton Elliott: Holy Shit. I think Ultra Kira might be dead.
Ethan Shrimpton: He very well could be. Frankie with the pin!
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Ethan Shrimpton: Ultra Kira has been eliminated!
Gothicus Maximus is stomping on Duke Kosloffs knees. He backs up a bit before running and landing a leg drop across Dukes knees. He attempts once more but is caught with a clotheline to the back of his head from The Cleaver.
Frankie is taking a break outside of the ring while watching Bill Barnhart and Kidd Krazy slug it out. Bill gains the upperhand and whips Kidd to the barrier. Bill then runs at him but Kidd Krazy moves at the very last second, causing Bill Barnhart to crash shoulder first into the barrier. Kidd Krazy boots Bill in the ribs. Frankie comes over to help. The two of them boot Bill in the stomach. Bill somehow powers himself up and takes them both down with a clothesline.
Barnhart focused his attack on Frankie as he picks him up and ddts him to the mat with a thud. Bill picks him up, body slams him and turns around just in time to be planted in the face with a steel bucket wielded by kids krazy. Blood pours from a cut on Bills face.
Ethan Shrimpton: Bill Barnharts face has a huge gash. He could pass out from blood loss any minute now!
On the other side of the ring, Tabitha Osborne has Wallace's neck wrenched sideways. She's been beating on him for a few minutes straight.
She lifts him up in a vertical position and just lets him fall directly onto his head. She goes for the pin!
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Kickout!
Clayton Elliott: This guy has been getting his ass handed to him and he STILL kicks out!
Tabitha picks up her victim and licks the side of his face and then drags her fingernails down his neck, past his collarbone and to his chest, opening up his skin and blood dripped down. Wallace mustered up enough power to headbutt Zolothatch square in the nose causing her to step away and hold onto her face.
As Duke and Gothicus are down, Cleaver sees an opportunity and quickly runs up behind Tabitha, punches her in the kidneys, spins her around and hits her with a DDT!!! Cleaver goes for the pin!
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Kickout!!!!
Cleaver slaps his hand down on the mat thinking he had it, but he wasted no time in climbing to the top of the ringpost and jumping off connecting with a massive leg drop!! Again, Cleaver went for the pin.
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Tw----He was pulled away by Gothicus who began stomping on Cleaver as he tried to roll away but Gothicus grabbed his foot again and pulled him away from the edge of the ring. Cleaver again tried to scramble to his feet but Gothicus got ahold of his hair and slammed his face into the turnbuckle!!!!
From outside the ring, Kidd Krazzy saw his chance and yanked Gothicus feet out from under him and pulled him out of the ring!! Gothicus landed hard on the sand as Kidd grabbed a beach chair and landed vicious shots to his head!!
Bill climbed back into the ring, wiping the blood from his face and ran up to Duke who was just getting back to his feet. Bill grabbed him up and went for a belly to back suplex and shook the whole arena when they landed!!
Ethan Shrimpton: WOAH!!!!! Those are two big men!!
Clayton Elliott: I could feel that suplex from here!!
Bill pulled Duke back up to his feet and threw him into the ropes, Duke bounced back and ducked a huge clothesline from Barnhart!!! Duke bounced off the ropes again and landed a huge running clothesline of his own just as Bill turned around!! Bill landed on his head and completely flipped over, leaving his blood on the canvas. Duke waited for Bill to get back to his feet as Wallace came out of nowhere and whacked a bamboo stick across Dukes chest!
The stick shattered into a million pieces and it didn't seem to phase Duke, Wallace saw it had no impact and started to back away but Duke wrapped his massive hand around Wallace’s neck and hoisted him up in the sky with one hand, holding him there for the world to see. Duke let out a yell as he slammed Wallace down on the mat with the chokeslam and the crowd screamed in approval!!
Frankie Everheart swooped in like a vulture and went for the pin on Wallace.
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TH--KICKOUT!!!!
Ethan Shrimpton: Wallace barely got out of that one!!! I don't know how you can survive a chokeslam from someone that big!! Wallace was like ten feet in the air!!!
Clayton Elliott: He's a tough sumbitch, he has to be….He kicked out!!!!
Zolothatch saw her opportunity. She climbs the palmtree turnbuckle and grabbed a pineapple from it, then threw it at Dukes head. It splattered all over his neck but Tabitha didn't give him enough time to turn around as she launched herself off the top turnbuckle and connected with a missile dropkick!!! Duke went down hard and Tabitha quickly went for the pin!!
Clayton Elliott: YES!!!! C’mon baby!!!!!
The ref slid in and started to count!!!
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Tabitha suddenly flew off Dukes body, straight up in the air, as he pushed her up with both hands!! Tabitha flailed her limbs as she was propelled into the air!!
Ethan Shrimpton: He just bench pressed her!!!!!!!!! Did you see that!?!?
Clayton Elliott: He just made her fly!!
As Tabitha continued her attack on Duke, Kidd Krazzy jumped back into the ring with a remaining piece of a wakeboard and slaps Bill Barnhart across the back of his legs. Bill kept his balance, turned around and laid a thunderous right hand square in Kidds face sending him to the mat!! Bill picked up the wakeboard piece and raised it above his head with the intent to destroy Kidd with it, but Kidd sent a foot flying into the Barnhart family jewels - and the big man went to his knees.
Ethan Shrimpton: OOoooooOOOooOOoo…...
Clayton Elliott: Yeah, that makes me hurt….Bae isnt going to approve of this...
Kidd Krazzy quickly jumped to his feet and pulls Bill up from the mat, but Bill didn't give him a chance to continue his attack and headbutted Krazzy!! Kidd backs away holding one hand to his face while Bill goes for the wakeboard again and swings it, connecting with Kidd’s face. His nose sprayed blood across the ring. Bill stomped on Kidd while he was down but Frankie came in with a huge clothesline sending Bill over the ring ropes and over the apron!!! Frankie helped Kidd back to his feet….
Ethan Shrimpton: Hey, whats going on here!? Are they teaming up!??
Clayton Elliott: You gotta do what you can to win this match, my friend…
Frankie and Kidd looked at each other and ran at the same time hitting Wallace with a double clothesline!!! Wallace slammed against the mat as the crowd let out a loud “OOOOOOO.”
Frankie quickly went for the pin
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Alicia Goudie: Wallace has been eliminated from the match!!!!
Gothicus, still outside the ring, slides in under the ropes and runs across the ring at Cleaver and hits him with a DDT!!! Gothicus was instantly back to his feet and sees Frankie celebrating his pin and hits him with a massive belly to back suplex!!! Again, Gothicis was back to his feet when Cleaver took the small metal rake from the sandbox and ran it down Gothicus back stopping his attack. Blood ran down soaking into his waistband as Cleaver grabs Gothicus around his neck and starts jabbing the handle of the rake into the Gothics mask!! Cleaver tosses the small rake aside and sets Gothicus up for a massive spinebuster!!!! Cleaver quickly went for the pin
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Tw---Kickout!!!!
Gothicus got a shoulder up and rolled away from Cleaver who gets to his feet. Cleaver pulls Gothicus to his feet and attempts to swing him into the ropes but Gothicus grabs his arm and quickly takes him to the mat locking in the crippler crossface!!! Cleaver screamed out, he squirmed and tried to get free but Gothicus only put more pressure into the hold…..
On the other side of the ring, Duke laid Tabitha out and she crawled out from the ring to regain her composure. Duke turns his attention to Frankie who locked up with the Soviet Destroyer. Dukes strength was too much for him and he tossed Frankie to the mat. Frankie quickly rolled back to his feet and rushed at the giant, Duke swung his boulder sized fist but Frankie ducked, and landed a devastating uppercut to Duke who stumbled back in the turnbuckle.
Frankie ran at Duke with his shoulder down and shook the ring as he plowed the giant into the ringpost!! Frankie backed away and ran at Duke again, this time attacking with a standing dropkick - but Duke spins out of the way and Frankie hits the mat hard with his left leg caught in the middle rope!! Duke looks at Frankie with a smile, his eyes turn black. He grabs Frankies leg and pick him up. Frankie is fighting, swinging and connecting but the shots don't faze the Russian monster. Dukes face changes from a smile to a snarl as he brings his hands together in a downward and closing motion. A sick cracking noise comes from Frankies leg. He screams out in pain.
Ethan Shrimpton: Oh my God!!! Oh my God!!!!!! He just broke Frankies leg!!!!!
Clayton Elliott: I think I’m gonna be sick.
Duke lifted his leg again and slammed it down on Frankies leg caught in the ropes. Duke laughed and grabs Frankie by his destroyed leg and pulls him away from the turnbuckle, and went for the pin - pulling Frankies devastated leg into the air causing him as much pain as possible.
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Alicia Goudie: Frankie has been eliminated from the match!!!!
Kidd stands taken back by the sheer brutality of Duke, and pays for the moment of hesitation. Cleaver nails the youngster with a hellacious big boot. But before Cleaver can capitalize Duke grabs the man with both hands around his throat and raises him high into the air, attempting to choke the life out of him. The big Russian smiles and spits blood into the fading Cleavers face.
Meanwhile Gothicus crawls over to get a pin on the downed Kidd.
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Kick out!!
Kidd rolls the pin into a triangle chokehold! Gothicus struggles to get free as Kidd puts mGothic Isn'tin the hold before Cleaver kicks Kidd in the ribs. causing him to break the hold! Kidd rolls away and quickly gets to his feet…….
Outside the ring, Tabitha reaches under the ring and pulls out a bottle filled with an unknown liquid. She unscrews the lid and fills her mouth with the fluid and quickly climbs back to the ring apron, slid into the ring and pulled the lit tiki torch from the ring post and blew the liquid from her mouth into the torch. A huge fireball started to work its way across the ring as competitors jumped over the ropes --
Ethan Shrimpton: HOLY WOW!!!!!! Shes torching the place!!!!
Gothicus was last in the ring as he saw the fireball approaching, he scrambled to his feet and ran for the ring ropes but it was too late - he disappeared into the giant fireball. Moments later he appeared, fully covered in flames, as he jumped over the ring ropes and landed in the kiddie pool!!!!!!
Clayton Elliott: ZOLOTHATCH JUST BURNED GOTHICUS ALIVE!!!!!!
Ethan Shrimpton: Oh God, I hope he's not dead!
The crowd was stunned but the action didn't stop. Zolothatch looked around as the flame cleared and saw that she was the only one left in the ring. Cleavers eyes lowered as he glared at Zolothatch, he ran for the ring sliding under the ropes but Zolothatch stopped him as he tried to get to his feet, she beat him with the tiki torch on the back of his head while the flame danced around his hair…..
Outside the ring, Bill looked over at Gothicus who was squirming around in the Kiddie pool and saw his opportunity. Bill grabbed Gothicus by the back of his neck and shoved his face down in the water. Gothicus thrashed his arms and kicked his legs trying desperately to get away from Bill but he couldn't…..and his body started to go limp. Slowly his arms stopped moving and Bill was satisfied. Bill saw Duke getting back into the ring and followed him over…..
...But just then….the crowd roared in approval as Gothicus, who was limp and lifeless, jumped up from the kiddie pool, his chest heaving and rage in his eyes. His walk was fast as he caught up with Bill after a few steps; he grabbed Bill by the back of his head and slammed him into the ring post then tossed him into the guard rail. Gothicus sprung up on the ring apron next to Duke who was about to step over the ropes, kicking Duke in the side and pulling him back to the dirt with a DDT!!!
Ethan Shrimpton: That was a huge hit!!!! Those are two big men and both of them are down!!!!
Back in the ring, Tabitha and Cleaver were locked up, Cleaver using his strength to back her into the ropes as Kidd Krazzy hopped back into the ring with a folded up beach chair. He swings for Cleavers back but he moves, causing Kidd to hit Tabitha in the face with the chair! Tabitha's face squirts blood as she falls backwards. Kidd looks stunned. Cleaver grabs Kidd, hitting an overhead belly to belly suplex near the ropes. Kidds legs are stuck. Cleaver begins to stomp on Kidds face.
Cleaver stomps on Tabitha before pulling Kidd's body free. He climbs the rope. Cleaver jumps and lands his patented 450 splash.
1……..
2………………..
3!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Alicia Goudie: Kidd Krazzy has been eliminated from the match!!!!
Cleaver notices Zolothac is starting to move around. He smiles to himself before picking her up. Emerald Fusion! He rolls over to pin.
1……...
2………………....
Tabitha kicks out!
Cleaver, clearly frustrated, rolls off. He picks her up for another emerald fusion. She reverses it, dropping down to her knees. She elbows him in the nuts. The Stars Are Right! She has the submission hold locked in tight! Cleaver is fading fast. Zolothac has a sick smile on her face as she continues to cause pain to Cleaver. He starts to tap.
Cleaver has been eliminated.
Alicia Goudie: The Cleaver has been eliminated from the match!!!!
Clayton Elliott: Zolothac just used an elbow to take a cheap shot…
Ethan Shrimpton: Oh yes she did… she maid peanut butter out of Cleaver nuts and used it to eliminate Cleaver from this match.
Zolothac is standing and yelling at Cleaver and bragging about the elimination when Gothicus slides back into the ring with an anchor and a long chain on it. Gothicus slams the anchor into her back and Zolothac is against the ropes and Gothicus hooks the chain to her neck. Zolothac is starting to come together when gothicus starts pulling her around the ring.
Outside Duke and Bill and are throwing punches back and forth both men are showing how tired they are.
Clayton Elliott: All I got to say is all these guys and Zolothac look about out of gas...
Ethan Shrimpton: Bill was the second person in this match… but at this rate this roster is going to be dead…
Clayton Elliott: I wonder if Lee Harris is ok… I still don't understand why Filth Factory was here tonight.
Just then Gothicus hooks the chain around the rope and sends Zolothac hanging to the outside of the ring. She is kicking her feet and hands trying to get out of this choke hold. The fans are shocked some are covering the little kids eyes. The referee checks on her and sees that she is out cold. Gothicus pulls her back in just in time for Duke to toss Gothicus out of the ring and onto Bill Barnhart.
Duke locks on the hunters cross face and Zolothac continues to lay motionless. Duke yells at the ref and the ref check her and calls for the elimination
Alicia Goudie: Zolothach has been eliminated from the match!!!!
Duke pushes Zolothac out of the ring. Bill points at gothicus and then to himself and they point at Duke. The two shake their heads yes as they grab the chain from the anchor and they both slide in. Duke turns around and is instantly laid out with the chain as they past him. Bill quickly starts kicking Duke in the head and neck area. Gothicus climbs up the turnbuckle and jumps and delivers a huge elbow. Bill Drops an elbow as Gothicus rolls out of the ring.
Clayton Elliott: Bill andhicus are teaming up to take out the big man Duke
Ethan Shrimpton: Smart move but they may make Crazy J angry...
Clayton Elliott: Why would J be angry?
Ethan Shrimpton: Well I heard he put a million dollars on a bet that Duke would win tonight… not to mention he wants a warrior to be the champ… not this old dog and masked ninja dude.
Bill starts to lock on a figure 4 and Gothicus goes for the cover on Duke at the same time. Duke Quickly sits up with his right hand around Gothicus neck and he reaches over with his left hand and grabs Bills neck. Bill lets go of the hold as duke stands up holding both men by the neck still. He tries to double chokeslam them but he is exhausted and sets them back down as they kick and they both hook his neck and the arm on his side and deliver a double ddt to Duke.
Duke is down and so are Bill and Gothicus. These guys have given it all and they just dont have much left. Gothicus is first to his feet and he picks up Duke and quickly goes for his thumbs down finisher but Duke pushes out of it and trips on Bill who quickly rolls him up for the cover.
……….1
………..2
……….Kick out
Ethan Shrimpton: Teamwork is falling apart… Jaymz, Erik Black, and Crazy J you three are about to crown your first every Asylum Islands Champion…
Clayton Elliott: It could be any of these guys but I agree this match has to end soon… this is been a long opening match to the Battle of the Best but the network people deserved to see why AIW is the place to be.
Gothicus is angry that Bill went for the cover on him while Duke was still in the ring. The two men are arguing back and forth. Bill is punched by Gothicus and Bill Punches back. Duke rolls out of the ring to try and catch his breath. He reaches under the ring and pulls out a coconut that was turned into a glass and he drinks from it… the look on his face is that it is gross.
Ethan Shrimpton: What was that he just had to drink… whatever it was that didn't look good.
Clayton Elliott: You think that is more of that dark magic potion crap Crazy got for him to heal him up?
Duke Drops the coconut and slides back in the ring. He sizes Goth Up and Delivers one hell of a big boot to the face of Gothicus. Gothicus hits the matt hard. Duke grabs Bill Barnhart and tosses him to the outside of the ring. Duke takes Gothicus to the corner as he climbs up the turn buckle and leans against the palm tree as he lifts gothicus up.
Ethan Shrimpton: Is it time for a killing Spree?
Clayton Elliott: It sure looks that way.
Duke Jumps and spins as he powerbombs Gothicus to the ring. Bill Charges back into the ring. Well lets face it he moves like a slow moving diesel but full speed for him. Duke grabs him by the back of the neck and reverse chokes slams him face down on top of Gothicus.
The referee drops down to count.
…...1
…...2
…………….3!
Alicia Goudie: Gothicus Maximus has been eliminated from the match!!!!
Clayton Elliott: Gothicus is gone so will it be Bill Barnhart or Duke Kosloff as the first AIW Asylum Island champion.
Ethan Shrimpton: I have to say Duke looks like he is energized once more the magical coconut has healed the warrior.
Clayton Elliott: you know those tribal doctors are just hacks… To be honest the network should just drug test Duke after this match if he wins.
Ethan Shrimpton: Shut up I stopped watching baseball when they made them stop shooting the juice… you people are always trying to…
Clayton Elliott: When you say you people I assume you are talking about religious people and not the fact that I am black?
Ethan Shrimpton: Shut up dude your so white on the inside… but hey Duke and Bill are both standing.
Both men look ready to kill each other when out of nowhere Gothicus slides back into the ring and hits Bill Barnhart with the Rome has fallen the ref is pull Gothicus away as Duke picks up Bill and makes the slicing motion across his throat as the XHF crowd screams with him Feel the burn. Bill is lifted up into a power bomb but Duke Stumbles and Bill hits the palm tree and bill grabs the tree to stop himself from falling. Duke is then kicked in the face and stumbles back. Bill jumps from the corner but is caught By duke and slammed down with a chokeslam. Duke goes for the cover.
…………….1
………………….2
……………...no kick out!
Duke quickly grabs Bill and quickly tries to lift the big man up. Duke tosses bill Back down onto the ring. At this point most of the sand is no longer in the ring. Duke slides out of the ring and grabs the medical bag that came out earlier with the bay watch stuff. Duke Quickly finds some first aid tape and he quickly tapes bills feet together. He then delivers a few more punches to Bills face as he quickly tapes bills hands together. Duke Picks up Bill and and he runs off of the ropes and kicks Bill right in the face. Duke goes for the cover.
…………...1
…………….2
……………………….3
Alicia Goudie: Bill barnhart has been eliminated from the match! And your winner and the first ever AIW Asylum Island champion is Duke Kosloff.
Duke Drops to the ring in exhaustion as he as won his first ever title in AIW and become the first champion.
Clayton Elliott: Duke has done it… but what about Bill lasting longer than 8 others and he stated in the ring. Gothicus caused Bill this match and I am sure Bill won't forget.
Ethan Shrimpton: who cares about them Duke is the champion… they are coming out to clean up the ring area quick this is all the time XHF has allowed for us tonight… But join us at AIW Island Warfare 3 where we will crown Duke the champion on June 30th.
The camera cuts to the interdimensional portal that AIW used to come into the XHF Universe. It sits, dormant, before suddenly it begins to spark up. The people around observe, as a big bubble of electricity suddenly bursts and sends everyone flying back, knocking out each person ringside. When the dust settles, a single silhouette is seen. The silhouetted figure puts a hand to his ear, talking to someone in an ear piece.
Silhouette: I made it through. Commence the Black Plague.
The silhouette turns to the camera, staring hard into it. He lifts his arm up, showing a shield in his hand. It's the last thing the camera sees before he smashes the shield into the camera.
BOTDiceParser: Details:[2D10 (9 4)]
Somehow surprises Wilson with a Spear sending him through the barricades into the audience (FO)
Leapfrogs over Nobody
BOTDiceParser: Details:[2D10 (4 1)]
REF: COMEBACK NOBODY!
REF: WILSON LEAD HIM UP TO HIS FEET, BUT NOBODY GETS A SURGE OF ADRENALINE, HOOKS THE LEGS AND TACKLES HIM RIGHT THROUGH THAT BARRICADE!
REF: OH MY
REF: BLOOD?
BOTDiceParser: Details:[2D10 (9 3)]
REF: YES! WILSON IS SLIGHTLY BLEEDING!
The two men exchange blows back and forth among the audience making their to the stage setup, Nobody smash Wilson's face of the stage lighting (FO)
Wilson backflips off the stage and goes behind Nobody, grabbing him by the head and into the stage lighting (FO)
BOTDiceParser: Details:[2D10 (5 7)]
REF: THESE TWO MEN ARE BRAWLING AND THE FANS ARE CLEARING WAY, BACK AND FORTH THEY GO, THEY REACH THE TOP OF THE STAGE, NOBODY TRIES TO CRASH WILSON'S HEAD INTO THE DISPLAY TECH, BUT WILSON WALL RUNS INTO A BACKFLIP, ONLY TO PUSH NOBODY INTO THAT VERY SPOT!
REF: BLOOD?
BOTDiceParser:Details:[2D10 (6 5)]
REF: NO...BUT OUCH!
Hook Kick to the kneeling Nobody(Pin)
Grabs the foot and hits a Dragon Screw before locking in a Anklelock (Sub)
BOTDiceParser: Details:[2D10 (10 2)]
REF: WILSON GOES FOR A HOOK KICK ON THE RECOVERING NOBODY, BUT NOBODY GRABS THE FOOT, GIVES WILSON A DRAGON SCREW TAKE DOWN, HOLDS ONTO THE FOOT FOR AN ANKLE LOCK!
REF: ROUND 1
Wilson lifts himself up, using his arms and rolls out of the move. Corkscrew Standing Shooting Star Press to Nobody
Grabs Wilson's Ankle and lift him up before slamming his knee into a steel chair nearby, (Keep)
BOTDiceParser: Details:[2D10 (1 8)]
REF: WILSON MANAGES TO GET UP TO A LEG HOPPING AROUND, THEN ROLLS THROUGH WHIPPING NOBODY OVER TOP! WILSON WASTES NO TIME, GETS TO HIS FEET AND DELIVERS A STANDING SHOOTER STAR PRESS!
REF: THAT'S IMPRESSIVE!
Brings Nobody to his feet, looking to set things up... Hook Kick (FO)
Grabs the leg again but this time hits a Massive Exploder sending Wilson into a row of seats (FO)
BOTDiceParser: Details:[2D10 (2 1)]
REF: NOBODY IS TAKEN TO HIS FEET, GRABS THAT HOOK KICK ATTEMPT AGAIN ONLY TO GIVE WILSON A MASSIVE EXPLODER!
REF: THE CROWD CANT CATCH HIM!
REF: BLOOD?
BOTDiceParser: Details:[2D10 (4 5)]
REF: NO...
REF: BUT WILSON IS NOW FATIGUED AS WELL
Manages the get up on the stage and begs Wilson to join him before superkicking back off of it
Grabs the leg, Hook Kick outta nowhere! Nobody falls off the stage!
BOTDiceParser: Details:[2D10 (9 9)]
REF: NOBODY AND WILSON TRADE BLOWS BACK AND FORTH, AGAIN FINDING THEMSELVES FRONT AND CENTER AT THE TOP OF THE RAMP
REF: THEY MOVE TOWARDS THE EDGE
REF: OH MY GOD SUPERKICKED RIGHT BACK DOWN!
Lifts Wilson back up and picks him up in Crucifix Powerbomb before tossing him on the hood of the limo (FO)
Slips out of the move, grabs Nobody's head and smashes him through the Limo's windscreen (FO)
BOTDiceParser: Details:[2D10 (3 8)]
REF: NOBODY HEADS DOWN THE RAMP AND GRABS WILSON. HE STARTS LEADING HIM UP THE RAMP BY KNOCKING HIM DOWN EVERY FEW FEET. AT ONE POINT EVEN DRAGS WILSON BY THE HEAD. HE'S MOVING TOWARDS THAT CAR, HE LIFTS WILSON BUT WILSON LEAPFROGS OVER TOP, HE WHIPS AROUND AND SLAMS A REVERSE ELBOW INTO NOBODY, SENDING HIM RIGHT THROUGH THE WINDSHIELD!
REF: BLOOD?
BOTDiceParser: Details:[2D10 (5 3)]
REF: YES! BOTH MEN NOW BUSTED OPEN!
Takes of his vest, and uses to wipe the blood of, before throwing it in Wilson's face followed by a spear sending both crashing through a table just off the stage (FO)
Dodges and sends Nobody off the stage
BOTDiceParser: Details:[2D10 (4 8)]
REF: WILSON SLAMS DOWN ON HIS ASS AFTER, CATCHING HIS BREATH, NOBODY SLOWLY PULLS HIMSELF FROM THE GLASS AND TAKES OFF HIS VEST, HE PULLS SOME SHARDS OUT AND THEN TRIES TO TOSS IT TO DISTRACT WILSON AS WILSON RISES, WILSON PULLS IT OFF AND SIMPLY DELIVERS A BACK BODY DROP!
REF: NOBODY HOME!
Lands with a thud
Sits on the stage for Nobody to come back to the stage
Pulls himself back up and grabs Wilson's feet pulling him of the Stage before hitting him a Perfect Placement Calf kick (FO)
Ducks the Perfect Placement and leaps back onto the stage... MOONSAULT OFF THE STAGE! (FO)
BOTDiceParser: Details:[2D10 (9 8)]
REF: NOBODY STAGGERS OVER TO THE SIDE OF THE RAMP, WILSON COMES DOWN A BIT TO EGG HIM ON, NOBODY PULLS THE BOOT AND OFF COMES WILSON
REF: BUT NOBODY ISN'T DONE!
REF: PERFECT
REF: PLACEMENT
REF: MORE BLOOD?
BOTDiceParser: Details:[2D10 (1 2)]
REF: NO...
Wilson crawls to the ring, rolling in as he finally is able to breathe
Walks down to the ring, the evil smile on his face
Tope Con Hilo to Nobody!
Catches Wilson turning the movie into a TKO (FO)
BOTDiceParser: Details:[2D10 (1 1)]
REF: NOBODY BEGINS TO TOY WITH WILSON AGAIN THIS TIME HE SLINGS HIM OVER HIS SHOULDER AND STARTS HEADING DOWN TO THE RING. NOBODY ROLLS WILSON INSIDE AND SEARCHES UNDER THE ARPON FOR SOMETHING, WILSON GETS TO HIS FEET AND ATTEMPTS A TOPE CON HILO
REF: BUT HE'S CAUGHT! TKO!
REF: MORE BLOOD?
BOTDiceParser: Details:[2D10 (4 5)]
REF: NO...
Throws Nobody in the ring, climbs into the ring and hits The Merseyside Crossing (Setup, 1XP)
REF: WILSON TAKES THE ADV, HE'S NOW +.5!
Lifts Wilson up to his knees before taking a page form his book and hits him the Kamikaze (Setup)
BOTDiceParser: Details:[2D10 (10 4)]
REF: WILSON IS THEN SET UP TO HIS KNEES, KAMIKAZE!
REF: NOBODY IS 1.5+WITH SETUP!
Wilson falls flat on his face
Motions Wilson to Rise, Before hit the Denial of Perfection (Fin)
Kip Up Hurricanrana and into a Triangle Choke (Sub)
BOTDiceParser: Details:[2D10 (1 6)]
REF: NOBODY STARTS BEGGING WILSON TO GET UP
REF: AND HE DOES JUST THAT WITH A KIP UP
REF: THEN WILSON WRAPS THE LEGS AROUND NOBODYS NECK, HURRICANRANA INTO A TRIANGLE CHOKE JUST OUTSIDE THE RING!
REF: ROUND 1
Pulls on the head, choking out Nobody (Keep)
Flips over putting Wilson's shoulders to the floor (Pin)
BOTDiceParser: Details:[2D10 (6 9)]
REF: WILSON KEEPS IT ON, NOBODY IS STRUGGLING OUT HERE, ROUND 2
Tightens the hold (Keep)
Somehow gets to his feet turning the hold into a bridging northern lights suplex (Pin)
BOTDiceParser: Details:[2D10 (7 7)]
REF: NOBODY IS FLAILING AROUND BUT THE LIFE IS SLOWLY DRAINING OUT!
REF: ROUND 3!!!
REF: NOBODY DO YOU SUBMIT, NEXT ROUND IS INJURY!
Shakes his head no
REF: OKAY
Drives some elbows to the top of Nobody's head but keeps the hold locked in tight (Keep)
Uses his free hand to punch Wilson in the mouth to break the hold (FO)
BOTDiceParser: Details:[2D10 (9 10)]
REF: ROUND 4!!!
REF: NOBODY'S EYES LOOKING BLOODSHOT!
REF: WILSON IS 1.5+ WITH MOMENTUM
REF: DO YOU SUBMIT NOBODY?
Wilson: TAAAAAP
Wags his finger signaling "Not Yet"
REF: HE'S TRYING TO HOLD ON
Snaps the finger that Nobody used and locks in the hold as tight as it can go, choking the life out of Nobody and not giving him a chance to breathe (Keep)
Punches Wilson in the ribs before turning the hold into a small package (Switch, Pin)
REF: NOBODY TO THE RIGHT
BOTDiceParser: Details:[2D10 (3 2)]
REF: WILSON REELS BACK ON THE FINGER AND TENSES HIS LEGS
REF: I CHECK THE ARM OF NOBODY
REF: IT GOES DOWN ONCE!
REF: I CHECK IT AGAIN
REF: IT GOES DOWN TWICE!!
Grinding his teeth as the hold is tight, slamming his head back now, he's extremely vicious
Slight movement in Nobody, he's not done yet
REF: JUST AS IT'S ABOUT TO FALL NOBODY WEAKLY GETS THE ARM UP
REF: ITS ROUND 5!! WILSON IS STILL 1.5+!
Bonnie Jenkins: The following contest is the Flight of The Future Match!
The music plays as La Cabra Ultima makes his way to the ring, he slides into the ring and handsprings off the ropes, landing off his feet and flipping off the crowd.
Bonnie Jenkins: Introducing first, representing Champion Wrestling, from The Farm Down The Road, standing at 5'9" and weighing in tonight at 194lbs... La Cabraaaaa Ullllltiiiimaaaaaaaa!
King: This match is to show who's the best aerial acrobatic in XHF right now.
Hawke: And La Cabra Ultima is the most unexperienced of the four men, not one that many know about but we might by the end of the night.
The White Stripes's "Seven Nation Army (Team Tron Mix)" blasts over the speakers as the Xtremetron shows the words, "THE FUTURE!!" then clicks to show the words "SHOGUN" and "TRON" one on top of the other. The gunman from . . . THE FUTURE emerges and does some really awesome gun play (like Ocelot in Metal Gear Solid 3) using his FUTURE Blaster! . . . A toy six shooter straight from the toy collection of John Wayne memorabilia. He moves to the ring and tosses the holsters the gun. The crowd has broken into full TECHNO DANCE MODE from the theme and the lights are going funky like at a club. Shogun-Tron backs into a corner and poses as everything returns to normal ... except Shogun ... he stays posed ... and epic.
Bonnie Jenkins: His opponent, representing the XHF Independents, from THE FUTURE!, standing at 6' and weighing in at 211lbs... Shogunnnnnnnnnnnnnn-Trrrrrrronnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn!
King: And here comes the "most experienced" of the four, it's Shogun-Tron!
Hawke: No doubt he's about to meet The Future of XHF.
Red, yellow, and blue lights dance across the stadium and meet towards the top of the stadium roof around the same time Enter Shikari's electronic prelude begins to blast from the different speakers.
Scratch card glory, waist low pleasure?
Black eyes nose bleeds, don't look back now
The primary colors break, then are replaced with darkness around the same time smoke from the smoke machine begin to crowd the entrance. Like a beacon of hope white light begins to shine from the entrance, the Yung Master's body slices through the smoke like a reaper's blade through a field of grass, launching himself off of a rising platform, spinning to face the crowd, just in time to land in a three-point stance.
Sorry you're not a winner with the air so cold and a mind so bitter
What have you got to lose but false intentions and a life so pretentious?
After landing, he synchs up with his song of choice with a mighty clap-clap-clap, before blasting white light covers him from behind, letting his silhoette project across the arena. After high-fiving with a few fans, he bolts down the ramp, dives into the ring with a slide, then masterfully flips himself to his feet. Both hands raise to the heavens, and he's ready for a battle!
Bonnie Jenkins: Next, representing Sakura Shoujo Stampede, from Manchester in England, standing at 180 centimeters and weighing in at 81.6 kilograms... "The Shocker" Cadennnnnn Yunnnnnnng!
Hawke: I remember watching AXW when he made his singles debut and he was impressive in a Deathmatch, imagine what he can do when his agility is at full play.
King: Hawke, he's all about that "Capital F - Flippy Shit"
The arena falls silent, and the opening riffs to "A New Level" by Pantera play. The crowd roars with cheers, and from behind the curtain steps The Anomoly, enjoying and soaking in the reactions.
Now a new look in my eyes my spirit rise
Forget the past
Present tense works and lasts
They chant his name as he walks down the aisle, barely looking at those ringside who beg for his acknowledgement. He reaches the ringside area, climbing the steps and casually looking around, before stepping through the ropes and leaning against the corner as he awaits his opponent.
Bonnie Jenkins: And finally, representing Anonymous Xtreme Wrestling, from Cambridge in England, standing at 5'11" and weighing in at 182lbs... The Anomolyyyyyyyyyy!
Hawke: Once Pantera's music hits, get ready for a war.
King: The former AXW Undisputed Champion, let's see if he can prove his time in the air is worth it.
DING DING!
All four men stand in their corners as Anomaly goes for Yung and Shogun goes for Ultima. Anomoly is pounding into Yung, payback for Yung's attack on the last AXW show. Anomoly hits one hell of a stiff forearm, leaving Yung limped in the corner until Anomoly tosses him nearly across the ring. Shogun goes for an Irish Whip on Ultima, bringing him to Anomoly who hits a Leaping Clothesline on Ultima.
King: Action from the get go, they're not stopping.
Hawke: They might not stop until they drop.
A brawl ensues between Anomoly and Shogun, Anomoly goes for the Irish Whip on Shogun but as he rebounds off the ropes he leapfrogs over Anomoly and then springboards off the ropes with a Moonsault onto Anomoly. Yung gets back to his feet and hits a Standing Shooting Star Press onto both men, then Ultima comes in with a Senton onto all three men! Ultima, Yung, Shogun and Anomoly all roll away from each other and get to their feet and run at the adjacent opponent to them with a Dropkick, all four missed but they all kip up at the same time and all four hit a Superkick to the men beside them. Anomoly kicks Shogun, Shogun hits Yung, Yung hits Ultima and Ultima hits Anomoly. All four men fall onto their backs, the crowd are at an uproar and giving a standing ovation to what they've just seen.
King: Are you seeing this?
Hawke: This match is amazing and we've only gotten started!
Yung gets to his feet first, using the ropes to his leverage but so does Ultima. Ultima runs at Yung like a battering ram but Yung leaps onto the second rope as Ultima goes through his legs and into the ring post. Yung stands on the back of Ultima and leaps off him with a Crossbody onto Shogun as he tries to head for Yung, just as Yung drops Shogun he’s grabbed and slammed to the mat with a Deadlift German Suplex by Anomoly, Yung’s head bounces off the mat with full force. Anomoly goes for the early pinfall on Yung.
ONE
TW-
Yung kicks out. Anomoly lays down the forceful stomps to Yung, one striking the head and Yung seems knocked out. Shogun drops the Axe Handle onto the back of Anomoly, making him fall to one knee. Anomoly pushes Shogun back and goes for the Takin' It Easy Superkick but Shogun ducks and rolls him up.
ON-
Anomoly kicks out quickly.
Hawke: Sure he hasn't been around to wrestle for a while but he's defiently on his A-Game tonight.
King: That's true, but he's got 3 other hungry and fiesty competitors in that ring.
Anomoly gets back to his feet but is taken down with a Jumping Complete Shot by Shogun. Ultima comes in with a Hurricanrana onto Shogun who's in the dropzone of Yung, Spiral Tap onto Shogun! He gets up and hits a Tornado Enziguri onto Ultima and then leans over Shogun-Tron.
Yung: That is sooooooooo last century.
Ultima grabs Yung and throws him into the corner, Ultima steps back and runs at Yung, The RamJob in sigh- Yung counters! Sunset Flip and then a Shotgun Knee Strike that sends Ultima into the corner. Ultima gets up and runs at Yung with a Larait but he ducks it, Yung springs up the ropes...
EGO DEATH!
Springboard Tornado DDT
King: The Ego Death connects!
Hawke: Ultima looked like a Railroad Spike from the landing...
Ultima's head is spiked into the mat, Anomoly is back up and is sent over the ropes by Yung, as is Shogun and then the lifeless body of Ultima goes over. Yung looks down at the crowd of men down below, he rebounds off the ropes and connects a Sasuke Special with a Corkscrew Twist at the end of it. All men are knocked down and the only man standing is Caden Fuckin' Yung. All is good as he rolls in the ring and poses for the crowd, they cheer on ecstatically... just not for Caden, more so Anomoly. He picks up Yung into the Electric Chair position, but Yung drives some elbows to the top of Anomoly's head. No Ragnorak this time but Yung does go for Fu Tanko and misses
TAKIN' IT EASY!
Superkick
Yung falls back and onto the ropes, he doesn't fall. He stumbles forward and off the ropes
TAKIN' IT EASY!
Another superkick connects! Yung is fading...
TAKIN' IT EASY!
This time on Shogun as he runs in to inadvertently save Yung, perhaps?
Hawke: A third Superkick by Anomoly, he's on fire tonight.
King: "Lit" as the cool kids say, Hawke.
Hawke: Please don't speak to me again.
Anyway, Anomoly sees that Yung is barely standing. Ultima comes back in and is instantly thrown back over by Anomoly, he hangs on and hits an Enziguri onto Anomoly. He's about to springboard in but Anomoly catches him with a Forearm to the jaw and falls to the floor. Anomoly brings his focus back to Yung and sends him to the ropes, Yung rebounds and Anomoly pops him up for the Anarky Bo- YUNG COUNTERS WITH A CANADIAN DESTROYER!
Hawke: HOLY [BLEEP]!
King: WHAT A COUNTER! WHAT A CANADIAN DESTROYER!
Hawke: ANOMOLY IS DESTROYED!
King: Yung hooks the legs, he might have it.
ONE
TWO
TH-
Anomoly kicks out with authority, Yung looks a bit shocked he either pulled that off or Anomoly kicked out, more so both. Yung takes a few steps back and looks to hit the Flashing Lights kick, he swings and Anomoly ducks the kick. Anomoly lifts Yung up in the Electric Chair
RAGNORAK!
One Winged Angel
King: Call it quits, it's all over.
Hawke: Nobody's successfully kicked out of this move...
The legs are hooked
ONE
TWO
THR-
WORMHOLE!
Shining Wizard
King: Shogun!
Hawke: From nowhere!
Shogun comes out of nowhere and breaks up the pin with the Shining Wizard, Ultima springboards into the ring but is caught
SPACE-TIME CONTINUUM
Side Effect
Shogun goes for the pin, hooking the legs of Ultima.
ONE
TWO
Ultima kicks out, lifting the shoulder just after the two count. Shogun brings Ultima to his knees, he rebounds off the ropes and looks to hit the Wormhole again but Ultima finally gets some successful offence into this match. He does an Irish Whip to Shogun and takes a few steps back, running at Shogun with
THE RAMJOB!
Charging Headbutt
King: He did it! He finally did something good in this match!
Ultima turns around and runs at the other corner, looking to hit it again, he runs up
FLASHING LIGHTS!
Tornado Kick
Hawke: So much for that, King.
Ultima is floored with the kick from Yung as he gains composure from earlier on and so does Anomoly who sneaks up behind Ultima, brings him into position for
RAGNORAK!
Anomoly hooks the legs
ONE
TWO
THREE
Bonnie Jenkins: La Cabra Ultima has been eliminated!
King: Well, so much for Ultima being so good.
Hawke: All good things must come to an end, King.
King: But at least we have Shogun-Tron, Caden Yung and The Anomoly still in this match to look forward to.
Hawke: Three of the best the future has to have seen.
Anomoly kicks Shogun in the gut and sends him through the ropes, leaving only Yung and Anomoly in the ring. Both get into a Collar and Elbow Tie Up which Anomoly gets the upperhand of and brings Yung into the corner. Anomoly lays down the chops to the chest.
Crowd: WOOOO!
And then another.
Crowd: WOOOO!
And another chop.
Crowd: WOOOO!
Anomoly goes for another but stops and turns around and taps his head.
Anomoly: Take it easy.
Yung follows up with a Chop Block to the back of Anomoly's leg. Anomoly wobbes but Yung springs onto the ropes
EGO DEATH!
Anomoly's head spikes the mat, just like how Ultima's did earlier.
Hawke: That fake out of the chop costed Anomoly dearly.
King: At what cost though?
Yung goes for the pin
ONE
TWO
TH-
Anomoly kicks out, he crawls towards the ropes and pulls himself up. Yung looks to make a move but Anomoly grabs the legs and rolls through, bringing Yung with him and somehow locks in
PULL THE PLUG!
Sharpshooter
King: What an innovative move, I've never seen anything like that before
Hawke: Neither have I, that was actually awesome.
Anomoly leans back and sits on the back of Yung who's reaching out to the ropes and looks in pain. Anomoly bends back further, targeting that left leg of Yung. Yung is finger tips away but Anomoly pulls him back, further away from the ropes. Yung looks to be ready to tap, his hand goes up and is shaking furiously. It fa-
WORMHOLE!
Hawke: Shogun may have just saved Yung.
King: I think his plan is to take out Anomoly so he has Yung to himself, broken down with the leg.
Yung begins to crawl towards the ropes as Anomoly gets to his feet, he attempts Takin' It Easy on Shogun but he grabs the foot and places the leg onto the shoulder and then lifts up Anomoly into a Powerbomb position and drops him down to the mat with a thud. Anomoly rolls out of the ring and onto the ring apron, Yung finally gets to his feet and looks at Shogun. Shogun reaches into his pocket and pulls out his Future Blaster, pointing it at Yung. Yung loos petrified that he's going to kill him and cowers in the corner, Shogun pulls the trigger and out comes...
King: Wait... Are those flip flops?
Hawke: Not just any flip flops, King.
Gucci Flip Flops.
Yung picks them up and inspects them, he throws one at Shogun.
Yung: Hey! You got any more in there?
Shogun points and shoots the Future Blaster, this time... Sushi comes out.
Hawke: That's so racist.
King: {glares into the camera} Really?
Hawke: Are you breaking the fourth wall again, King?
King: ...
Yung runs at Shogun with the Flashing Lights kick but only hits his hand, knocking the Future Blaster out of his hands. Shogun goes for Space-Time Continuum but Yung counters and has a hold of Shogun in a Wrist Lock, he spins Shogun around
FU TANKO!
Bicycle Knee
Shogun falls in a heap, Yung goes for the cover.
ONE
TWO
THREE
Bonnie Jenkins: Shogun-Tron has been eliminated!
Hawke: WOW! Yung eliminated an XHF Legend! That's impressive.
King: He's only got one problem left...
Yung kicks Shogun out of the ring and turns... to Anomoly looking at him with bloodshot eyes and a Steel Chair in his right hand.
King: ...The former AXW Undisputed Champion.
Yung rolls out of the ring and Anomoly drops the chair to follow in pursuit, they run around the ring until Yung rolls back in the ring, so does Anomoly but he's caught
FU TANKO!
Right to the temple and the former "Mr Undisputed" falls in a heap. Yung takes a few steps back and looks for Fu Tanko again but Anomoly goes behind Yung and hit a German Suplex but Yung lands on his feet. Anomoly goes for the clothesline but Yung ducks, Yung springs onto the ropes and looks to hit Ego Death for the third time
TAKIN' IT EASY!
In mid air too, Yung falls to the flat of his face. Anomoly signals it, the end is near. He brings Yung to his feet and into the Electric Chair position, the chair is laid out below.
RAGNORAAAAAAK!
ONE
TWO
THREE!
DING DING DING!
Bonnie Jenkins: Here is your winner of Flight of The Future, The Anomolyyyyyyy!
Hawke: That was one hell of a match, fantastic work from all four men!
King: But congratulations to The Anomoly in his return match, he's proven that The King of AXW never left.
“STYLES CLASH” by Yonosuke Kitamura begins to blast through the PA System, die hard fans of AXW and the XHF know who’s theme song it belongs to.
King: It's that time! At Open Fight Night, it was revealed that he'd come back tonight!
Hawke: The career threatening injury at the hands of Rob Arnold but he's making a slow but steady comeback.
After 23 seconds, the lights come back on and standing atop of the stage is James Raymond. He looks out to the crowd with a smirk on his face before walking down the ramp and heading towards the ring.
Bonnie Jenkins: Ladies and Gentlemen, making his return to the XHF after three months, the former AXW Undisputed Champion... JAMES RAYMONNNNNNNNNNNDDDDDDDD!
Once he makes his way to ringside, he walks around the ring before grabbing the second rope and lifting himself up onto the ring apron and then looking out to the crowd, who cheer like crazy. He climbs through the ropes and looks around at the crowd before climbing to the second rope and stretching his arms out. He takes the microphone from Bonnie Jenkins.
James Raymond: Wow, it's great to be back here in the XHF itself.
Crowd: Raymond! Raymond! Raymond!
James Raymond: I hear ya, I hear ya out there. I thought I'd update you all with how everything is going and what better place than here at Battle of The Best!
The crowd cheers loudly. Raymond smiles, he's not heard of a reception like this since he won the AXW Undisputed Championship back in September.
James Raymond: Well, I had some words with my doctors. They told me that I'm slowly healing up and I might get cleared within the next few months if not sooner. They said don't do anything too crazy, which I can understand, and they said don't rush into things. But in all fairness, who really thinks I'll do that?
Crowd: NO ONE!
James Raymond: Who?
Crowd: NO ONE!
James Raymond: WHO?!
Crowd: NO ONE!!
James Raymond: And that's why I'm here, tonight I am making things known that once I am fully cleared. I will return to AXW and I will climb back up the mountain, back up to the AXW Undisputed Championship. If that means I have to knock off Maverick then so be it, if it means I get my hands on Caffrey then let him come. I've been waiting long enough, waiting patiently... and nobody will stop me!
That's when a hooded figure enters the ring and SPEARS James Raymond! Raymond's left clutching his rib cage as the hooded figure lifts the hood to reveal...
King: It's CURTIS D. KANYON!
Hawke: THE PRESIDENT IS BACK!
Kanyon backs up into a corner as Raymond gets to his feet...
BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANG!!!!!
Hawke: CDK WITH THE BANG!
Kanyon leaves the ring and heads up the ramp, the last shot being of Raymond holding his ribs in pain from the two BANG!s he took.
Hawke: Coming up next, make sure you have your snacks by you and prepare for an epic battle. These two Titans have been on a collision course for months and folks, let me tell you we’re expecting fireworks.
King: One titan, Jojo! And one big, bad Maori to face off with him.
Hawke: When The Maori Badass turned up to issue his challenge to Hyperion, you don’t have to be a genius to work out that it would come to a match like this.
King: You worked it out, Hawke.
The lights in the arena drop to complete blackness. The crowd murmurs as little happens, filled with a little nervous excitement as they await the entrance of the competitors for the next match. There appears to be a little disturbance in amongst the audience near one of the sets of stairs as a group of figures files out from one of the exits. Then slowly, darkly, the grinding minor chords of "Gently" by Slipknot play aorund the arena, the bell like tolling. Over the whispers of the introduction, a lone voice booms out over the crowd reading an except from the epic poem "Hyperion" by John Keats.
"Meanwhile in other realms big tears were shed,
More sorrow like to this, and such like woe,
Too huge for mortal tongue or pen of scribe,
The Titans fierce, all self hid or prison-bound,
Groan'd for the old alligience once more,
And listn'd in sharp pain for Saturn's voice,
But one of the whole mammoth brood still kept,
His sov'reignty, and rule and majesty,
Blazing Hyperion on his orbed fire,
Still sat, still snuff'd the incense, teeming up,
From man, to the Sun's God..."
Torches born by hooded figures light on either side of the entrance as "The Mad TItan" Hyperion walks out between them. With every step he takes down towards the ring, the next pair of torches are lit as he takes a slow, deliberate pace downwards. As Hyperion leaves the stairs, his robed worshippers begin to follow him, lighting his path in flickering flames against the blackness of the arena. Hyperion steps over the top rope and stands, scowling at the entrance ramp as the light come
back up, flanked by members of his church.
One member of the Church takes a step forward from the group and shouts out into the still air of the arena, Hyperion standing impassive as his glory is addressed.
Leader: AVE HYPERION, EST SUPRA OMNES UNUM!
Church: AVE HYPERION!
Leader: AVE HYPERION, PATER SOLI!
Church: AVE HYPERION!
Leader: AVE HYPERION, LUMINE IGNUS SPIRITUS!
Church: AVE HYPERION!
Leader: AVE HYPERION, REX TITANIA!
Church: AVE HYPERION!
Leader: AVE HYPERION, REX TITANIA!
Church: AVE HYPERION!
Leader: AVE HYPERION, REX TITANIA!
Church: AVE HYPERION!
Their venerations complete, the members of the church form an arrow head behind Hyperion, standing ground on their half of the ring. The Titan King looks up the entrance ramp, quiet, focused, awaiting the arrival of his opponent.
King: I’m not gonna lie, Joey. That gave me chills.
"PITO SUTE AKILAGI!
(IT'S THE REMIX!) IT AIN'T GOOD!
(YEAH! UH! UEAH!) IT AIN'T GOOD 'CAUSE YOU'LL GET JUMPED IN MY HOOD!
PITO SUTE AKILAGI!
(RAH!) IT AIN'T GOOD!
(SAVAGE!) IT AIN'T GOOD 'CAUSE YOU'LL GET JUMPED IN MY HOOD!"
As the shouted intro to "Not Many (The Remix)" by Scribe, P-Money, Savage and Con Psy rasps through the arena PA systems, the arena's lights focus on the entrance area. Va'aiga steps out first, his half red, half black divided by a stylised white fern boxing robe keeping his face in shadow. Va'aiga throws a left jab, the a second, then a third, before a big right hook and a defiant throw of the Shaka Sign...
Crowd: BOO-YAH!
...which sends the hood flying backwards revealing his heavily tatooed face. Va'aiga is joined around the entrance gate by eight fellow Maoris, dressed in traditional tribal gear and the group forms a speardhead formation as they begin to walk up the entrance ramp. The crowd noise gets louder as Va'aiga and his war party approach the ring. The men step between the ropes, Hyperion never taking his eyes off of The Maori Badass, his church standing, looking impassive. Va'aiga takes a few steps to the left and right before standing, clearly on his own half of the ring and offers a quick, "calm down" motion to the crowd. The noise in the arena becomes muted as he stares back at Hyperion.
Va'aiga: TARINGA WHAKARONGO!
Va'aiga: KIA RITE! KIA RITE! KIA MAU!
Māori: HĪ!
The Māori form a line behind their leader in this Haka.
Va'aiga: RINGA RINGA PAKIA!
Va'aiga: WAEWAE TAKAHIA KIA KINO NEI HOKI!
Māori: KIA KINO NEI HOKI!
All those on the Māori side begin stamping their feet and slapping their hands against their thighs in a brutal tribal rhythm.
Va'aiga: KA MATE KA MATE...
Two slaps of the thighs
Māori: KA ORA KA ORA!
One beat to the chest, one raise to the sky
Va'aiga: KA MATE KA MATE...
Two slaps of the thighs
Māori: KA ORA KA ORA!
One beat to the chest, one raise to the sky
Everyone: TĒNEI TE TANGATA PŪHURUHURU
NĀNA NE I TIKI MAI WHAKAWHITI TE RĀ!
One arm extnded as if holding a spear...
A UPANE! KA UPANE!
A bend of the extended arm's elbow and then a slap across it, then the same motion on the opposite arm
A UPANE KAUPANE
WHITI TE RĀ!
Repeated again..
HĪ!
Hawke: The Maori Badass, respecting his culture and issue the most traditional of Maori challenges.
King: A normal man would have run away at that entrance. Hyperion is no normal man. He’s a Titan.
And on the final defiant shout, a full show of the tongue to the party standing opposite, a full show of "I am prepared to kill you and eat you." Hyperion looks furious at this display (not that he doesn't usually look furious at something) and as Va'aiga has edged ever closer to the center of the ring during the war dance, the pair now close to a distance where they are within range of headbutting each other. Both competitors look ready to unleash and the referee has to get in between them before any pre match violence can break out. The Māori and the Church of Hyperion file out in opposite directions as we hand over to the ring announcer.
Bonnie Jenkins: The following match is scheduled for one fall…
Crowd: ONE FALL!
Bonnie Jenkins: And is a last man standing match with a 60 minute time limit. Introducing first, hailing from Mount Othrys and fighting out of New York City, New York, he weighed in tonight at three hundred-ten pounds and stands at six foot, nine inches tall, he is the Titan King, HYPEEEEEEEEERIIIIIIIIIIIOOOOOOOOOON!
Hyperion turns to face the crowd and throws up both his arms in a triumphal pose. He turns back towards his opponent again and wrings his hands, eager to start the contest.
Bonnie Jenkins: And his opponent, hailing from Rotorua, Aotearoa and fighting out of Sunnyvale, California, he weighed in tonight at three hundred-fifty pounds and stands at six foot, five inches tall, he is the Maori Badass, VAAAAAAAAAA’AAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIGAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!
Va’aiga throws the Shaka Sign high to the crowd…
Va’aiga and the crowd: BOO-YAH!
Before turning to face Hyperion again. The two behemoths walk to ring center and stand forehead to forehead, mouthing off some unheard insults as the referee desperately interposes himself to gain a little separation before ringing the bell for the match start.
Hawke: And we are underway. What sort of strategies do you think these two wrestlers are going to attempt, King?
King: Strategies? From Hyperion and Va’aiga? Does hit the other guy hard enough that they don’t get up afterwards even count as a strategy?
The Maori immediately drops into his boxing stance, tagging Hyperion with a couple of swift jabs. Hype flat takes the blows and responds with a clubbing overhand right. Va’aiga switches up and goes for a couple of solid body blows. Again, Hyperion shows no effect and goes for an overhand with his left this time. Va’aiga steps backwards and The Mad Titan closes the distance, hooking in an old school collar and elbow tie up. He tries to muscle The Maori backwards but Va’aiga will not budge, using his lower centre of gravity to resist being shoved backwards. A grunt leaves Hyperion’s lips and he breaks, feeling the unusual (for him) situation that he does not have a significant power advantage.
Hawke: This is like two forty ton big rigs slamming into each other. It’s not pretty. But if you bought this show for The Mad Titan and The Maori Badass, you’re not here for pretty.
King: All the show, all the pageantry of the introductions. But when it comes to the match, this was always going to be a slug fest.
Hawke: THE slug fest.
Considering his options, Hyperion goes for an arm and slings Va’aiga across the ring with a vicious Irish Whip. As The Maori comes heading back off the ropes, Hype shapes for a shoulder block and the ring practically shakes as the pair crash into each other. Neither man drops. Va’aiga grabs for an arm himself and slings Hyperion towards a perpendicular side. The Mad Titan bounces off as Va’aiga looks for his own shoulder block, hoping his larger mass will lead to better results. No dice, however, as it just leads to another massive crash of flesh on flesh and both competitors backing off a couple of steps and dusting themselves down.
Hawke: You’ve heard of the unstoppable force meeting the immovable object? Well this is a battle of two monsters of the ring that can be both.
King: The biggest advantage that Va’aiga has is that he’s had considerable experience facing wrestlers the size of Hyperion. Do you want to know Hyperion’s biggest advantage?
Hawke: Go on.
King: He doesn’t care.
Staring down Va’aiga, Hyperion points over to the ropes, DARING The Maori to go for another running attack. Va’aiga smiles and takes off, getting up an ungodly head of steam as he bounces off. Hyperion is prepared and extends his arm, stepping to a side and looking to FLATTEN THE MAORI WITH THE FIRST PRINCIPLE! VA’AIGA DUCKS, DODGING THE BLOW AND REBOUNDS OFF THE FAR ROPES, EXTENDING HIS OWN ARM FOR THE LARIAT! HYPERION DODGES TO A SIDE TO AVOID THE MOVE! Va’aiga heads off into a second rebound and arches his leg into the air as he comes close to Hyperion, who also arches HIS leg up. BOTH MEN DRIVE THEIR BOOT INTO THEIR OPPONENT’S FACE! AND NEITHER MAN DROPS! They both simply stagger back a couple of steps and quickly compose themselves.
Hawke: DOUBLE YAKUZA KICK!
King: That’s some big Big Boots being thrown. A normal wrestler would have been knocked into next Thursday with that impact. The Mad Titan and The Maori Badass? Not so much.
Va’aiga launches back into Hyperion and grasps him around the waist, looking to hit some sort of a suplex. A quick standing switch follows and The Maori looks to muscle Hyperion up and over into a German Suplex. A huge grunt and a lot of effort is expended but Hype blind back elbows Va’aiga to prevent the move and hits a quick standing switch. Now Hyperion is in the back clinch and looks to hit his own German and Va’aiga is forced to use his tree trunk like right leg to step backwards across Hyperion to block. Hype shoves Va’aiga off with force and the Maori stumbles a few steps forwards. Hype back off into the ropes and charges straight in, lowering his head and The Maori Badass and Hyperion’s heads clash in the center of the ring…
TO UTTERLY NO EFFECT!
Hawke: Other federations have Suplex City. This match has Araken Prefecture!
King: You don’t headbutt a Polynesian! No matter how trained you are at the subtle arts of head to head combat, don’t expect it to work on The Maori Badass!
Frustrated, Hayperion stares a hole through Va’aiga as he fires off a couple of sharp right hands into The Maori’s face. Va’aiga cracks his neck to a side and closes stance again, firing off a couple of body hooks. Hype leans forwards a little, leading to Va’aiga quickly locking in a front chancery but he can’t quite get the power behind a suplex before being shoved off with authority by the Titan King. Hype cracks his knuckles and launches himself at Va’aiga firing off lefts and rights in a flurry of offense. Va’aiga covers up as he backs off and his training against strikes lets him absorb the majority of the effects of the blows with his solid guard. Hype relents for a second to catch his breath.
Hawke: This is less of a wrestling match and more of a slugfest.
King: Not every match on The Network can be a Bobby Barratt or Anthony Caffrey technical masterpiece. Sometimes you just have to have a good old fashioned fight.
Hawke: A knock down, drag out slobberknocker?
King: A pier six brawl. Dare I even say… a donnybrook?
Hyperion closes the distance fast and throws a huge overhand right, but Va’aiga throws an arm up to block, off balancing Hype a small amount. Hype steadies himself as The Maori tightens his stance right up, shaping up like a pro heavy weight boxer. Va’aiga throws a left jab that lands flush on Hyperion’s face…
Crowd: ONE!
And a second jab that lands flush again, The Maori bobbing in his stance to get the best angles to attack from…
Crowd: TWO!
Followed up quickly by a third jab that legitimately staggers Hyperion with the ferocity of the short yet powerful blow…
Crowd: THREE!
Hype tries to shake the cobwebs out as Va’aiga leans across to kiss his right fist…
Crowd: OooooooooooOOOOOOOAAAAAH…
Before SMASHING HYPERION ACROSS THE FACE WITH AN ENORMOUS RIGHT HOOK! VA’AIGA THROWS THE SHAKA SIGN!
Crowd: BOO-YAH!
Hawke: THE BOO-YAH COMBINATION! HYPE IS STAGGERED!
King: Did you know that Va’aiga has trained with Mark Hunt and David Tua?
Hawke: I know he’s got an excellent boxing game.. That would explain it.
With his opponent on unsteady legs, Va’aiga charges in and wraps his arms around Hype’s legs, driving his shoulder into Hyperion’s midsection! AND HYPERION GOES DOWN! HYPERION GOES DOWN! HYPERION GOES DOWN! Va’aiga postures up and smashes his forearm onto the bridge of Hyperion’s nose four, maybe five times. The Maori pauses and looks at the situation before rolling off Hyperion and outside of the ring. Va’aiga lifts the ring apron and pulls out a trash can, throwing it into the ring, sending a selection of foreign objects scattering across the canvas. Va’aiga chucks a couple of chairs into the ring for good measure.
King: PLUNDER! VA’AIGA GOES FOR THE PLUNDER!
Hawke: It’s all legal in this match. You lose by a ten count on the mat here, not by disqualification.
Va’aiga checks on Hyperion’s position and reaches down for a kendo stick. He wheels it round in his big, meaty paws, takes up a cricketer’s stance and as Hyperion gets back to one knee, plays a cut shot, lashing the stick across The Mad Titan’s chest. The Maori steps through and hammers downwards across Hyperion’s back with a direct shot. He follows this with a second and third shots across Hyperion’s back. The Titan King’s face shows no pain and no small amount of annoyance.
Hawke: It’s advantage Va’aiga in the whole “being armed” stakes. But Hyperion is going to take a lot more that a few weapon shots to take him down.
King: He is The Titan King. You don’t get to call yourself that unless you can back it up.
One more shot from the Singapore Cane BREAKS THE DAMN STICK IN HALF and Va’aiga wanders off to look for a new weapon to use. Hyperion, slowly, gets to his feet as Va’aiga arms himself with a stop sign. Hype comes roaring forward, looking to land another punch but The Maori puts the stop sign to use… BY STOPPING HYPERION IN HIS TRACKS WITH A MASSIVE SHOT TO THE TOP OF HIS SKULL!
Hawke: It can be hard to stop Hyperion.
King: Or even to put a stop to what he’s doing.
Hawke: But Va’aiga has a plan. In as much as Va'aiga plans for anything.
Va’aiga looks down and grabs for the lid of the trash can before GOING PSYCHO WITH BOTH WEAPONS! STOP SIGN SMASHED DOWNWARDS ONE HANDED TO HYPE’S SKULL! CAN LID SMASHED DOWNWARDS! STOP SIGN! CAN LID! STOP SIGN! CAN LID!
Crowd: EX-AITCH-EFF! EX-AITCH-EFF! EX-AITCH-EFF!
Dropping the weapons, Va’aiga turns to pick up a folding chair. With his free arm, The Maori grabs for the staggering Titan and slings him into the corner of the ring. Va’aiga backs off and throws the chair at Hyperion who catches it at head height, temporarily arming himself but before The Titan King can get the chair into an attacking position, Va’aiga charges full steam, YAKUZA KICKING THE CHAIR INTO HYPERION’S FACE! The Maori turns and looks around at the crowd.
Crowd: VAH-ING-UH! VAH-ING-UH!
King: What’s the only thing more dangerous than a pissed off Maori Badass, Hawke?
Hawke: I don’t know…
King: An ARMED, pissed off Maori Badass.
As Hyperion stumbles out of the corner he grabs Hyperion in a front chancery, looking to suplex his Titanic opponent. But Va’aiga can’t get enough purchase to hoist his opponent over and Hyperion escapes. The Mad Titan, visibly fuming, just pushes Va’aiga away and goes straight for the throat, looking to chokeslam his Polynesian opponent out of the match but Va’aiga drops to one knee as a counter. Hype moves to a two handed choke, trying to strangle the life out of Va’aiga but with one hand, The Maori reaches down for a golf club and smashes it into Hyperion’s ribs with enough force to END THE DAMN METAL OF THE CLUB.
King: Va’aiga usually has a couple of good drivers in his arsenal. Now he’s added an iron to it.
Hyperion drops to a knee and for the briefest of seconds grabs at this waist. Va’aiga turns and grabs for another chair, smashing The Titan King clear across his back with the full surface of the chair. Va’aiga backs up, throws the chair down with a force that makes the ring shake and charges at Hyperion, driving a knee into the back of his skull. Not wanting to give his opponent the merest sniff of a chance to recover, Va’aiga kicks away at Hyperion and with a sharp downwards kick, takes Hyperion down to his hands and knees.
Hawke: Hyperion is not used to being in this position.
King: Hyperion isn’t used to facing opponents that outweigh him. Va’aiga is a different sort of battle for the Titan King.
Va’aiga positions himself over Hyperion. He takes two steps backwards…
Hawke: Oh no.
Two steps to a side…
King: This could take Hyperion out of the match.
Checks the wind direction…
Hawke: This could take Hyperion out of wrestling!
AND CHARGES IN, SWINGING HIS BOOT RIGHT AT HYPERION’S HEAD!
HAWKE: DAN CARTER! DAN CARTER!
BUT HYPERION ROLLS OUT OF THE WAY! VA’AIGA CAREENS OUT OF CONTROL PAST THE MAD TITAN! HYPERION FLASHES AN ARM OUT AND SCOOPS VA’AIGA’S LEG, USING THE MAORI’S TEMPORARY LACK OF BALANCE AGAINST HIM! THE MAORI CRASHES TO THE MAT!
Bonnie Jenkins: TWENTY MINUTES HAVE ELAPSED!
King: You can’t just have an advantage in this sort of a match. You need to convert it into a victory.
Hawke: Was that specifically a rugby joke?
King: I did my research, Jojo. Sue me.
Hyperion stands, MAD AS ALL HELL, and looks down at Va’aiga who is sprawled on the mat following his less than graceful landing. Lifting his boot into the air and bringing it down with tremendous force, Hype lays massive, meaty stomps into the not inconsiderable sides of his Maori opponent. Showing small signs of being worn down but in no significant way stopping, Hyperion grabs The Maori and hauls him to his feet. Hyperion kicks the stop sign that had been used on him earlier in the match into the center of the ring and locks Va’aiga in a standing head scissors.
Hawke: Is Hyperion thinking powerbomb? He can’t be. That’s a lot of weight to muscle around!
Hyperion grasps Va’aiga around the waist, struggling and straining with the massive weight he intends on shifting. One attempt at wrenching The Maori up leads to nothing but Hyperion’s grip slipping a little. Hype grits his teeth, reaffirms his grip and tries again. Again, Hype visually strains, the sheer force required being too much for even The Mad Titan. Va’aiga slips loose and stumbles backwards and The Titan King is on him within seconds, firing off right hand after right hand. Hype knees Va’aiga in the guts, reapplies the standing head scissors, grabs The Maori Badass’ waist again, hoists him up AND SMASHES VA’AIGA INTO THE MAT, CRASHING HIS SPINE STRAIGHT INTO THE STOP SIGN WITH A VICIOUS POWERBOMB!
Crowd: HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT!
Hawke: THREE HUNDRED TEN POUNDS HAULING THREE HUNDRED FIFTY POUNDS OF WRESTLER AROUND LIKE THEY WERE PAPERWEIGHTS! THAT WAS AN INCREDIBLE DISPLAY OF STRENGTH!
King: I’m entirely with the crowd on this one.
Hyperion stands and runs his hand through his hair, slicking it back with the build up of sweat. He looks down at Va’aiga and then spots that the referee is about to put a count on The Maori.
ONE!
Hyperion steps over the ropes to the outside and fetches a table from the ringside area which he sets up next to the apron.
TWO!
A pained looking Maori gets off the mat and up to a kneeling position as Hyperion steps back over into the ring and carries on. Hype waits for The Maori to regain his vertical base before slamming a fist right into Va’aiga’s breadbasket. The Maori nearly doubles up wiith the force of the blow and Hype wraps an arm around Va’aiga’s massive neck and snaps him down to the mat with a vicious DDT. Hype rolls back to his feet and stares down at his opponent…
ONE!
TWO!
Hawke: Do you think Va’aiga is going to last the next big move?
THREE!
FO.. Va’aiga slowly stands.
King: It’s not a matter of lasting the next big move, Jojo. It’s a matter of the big moves piling up.
Hyperion uses the breathing room that his Maori opponent is giving him to unfold the two chairs in the ring and set them up facing each other. The Mad Titan points at the chairs before grasping Va’aiga firmly around the waist. Hype hoists Va’aiga up onto his shoulder and spins out, adding a little extra torque to the impact of THROWING VA’AIGA BACK FIRST INTO THE CHAIRS! The Maori judders on the mat as pain shows across his tatooed face. The Mad Titan’s sneer is easy to read.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
FOUR!
FI.. Va’aiga stands up, slowly.
Hawke: What will it take Hyperion to put his opponent away?
King: Simple answer, Jojo? More than that.
A little frustrated, Hyperion charges in and fires a quick left-right-left combination at Va’aiga’s face. The Mad Titan looks around for weaponry as he continues his assault. Hype grabs for one of the chairs and grabs Va’aiga around the head with his free arm. With careful precision, Hype holds the chair vertical with one hand and sweeps Va’aiga’s legs out, dropping The Maori chin first across the cold steel of the chair. Va’aiga bounces backwards and lands on the mat with a thud.
ONE!
TWO!
Va’aiga makes a move like he is about to stand and Hyperion roars and flings any metal object he can find (of which there are several) onto Va’aiga’s chest, looking to bury The Maori amongst the detritus of the match…
THREE!
FOUR!
FIV.. VA’AIGA BUSTS FREE WITH AUTHORITY! STOP SIGNS AND CAN LIDS AND COOKIE SHEETS AND CHAIRS GO FLYING ABOUT THE RING AS VA’AIGA STANDS THE HELL UP!
Crowd: VAH-ING-UH! VAH-ING-UH!
Nearly clocked by a stray object, Hyperion looks FURIOUS. The Mad Titan throws a meaty right hand that smacks Va’aiga right in the face. Va’aiga breathes deeply, sucks up the pain and fires back with a right cross of his own! Hype throws a right hand…
Crowd: HYPE!
Va’aiga throws a right cross!
Crowd: VEE!
Hype throws a right!
Crowd: HYPE!
Va’aiga throws a right!
Crowd: VEE!
And both men close well within each other’s striking ranges and just WAIL away on each other, both throwing out of control yet effective strikes, using each other’s heads as makeshift punching bags! Hype grabs Va’aiga’s arm mid strike and hauls him across the ring, momentum aiding the Irish Whip. Va’aiga careens across the ring, bouncing off the ropes. Hyperion extends his arm out…
BUT VA’AIGA DOES THE SAME! THE MAORI BADASS STRIKES HYPERION’S CLOTHESLINING ARM WITH A VICIOUS, NASTY, EVIL, SHOULDER RIPPING, ARM CLIPPING LAAAAAAAARIIIIIIIAAAAAAAAAATOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Crowd: OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD!
Hawke: VA’AIGA JUST LARIATTED HYPERION’S FIRST PRINICPLE! IT’S WHITE HOT LARIAT ON LARIAT ACTION HERE AT BATTLE OF THE BEST!
King: I don’t envy the guys in this match. Both of them are going to be feeling this tomorrow morning.
Both men wheel away from the impact, clutching at their arms. Va’aiga is the first to react, shooting in for a back waistlock. He tries to lever Hyperion over with a German Suplex but his arm is still feeling the effects of the Lariat clash and he can’t get the purchase to hoist The Mad Titan over. Hype grunts and back elbows some space, sending The Maori backwards a couple of paces. Hype spins and grabs for Va’aiga, backing up towards the ropes, maybe looking to Railgun Belly to Belly Va’aiga over the ropes and through the table but this time it’s Hype who can’t get the purchase. However, with his good arm, Hype can still lift Va’aiga up and ONE HANDED SIDEWALK SLAMS VA’AIGA DOWN TO THE MAT!
Crowd: OOOOOOOOOOH!
Hawke: WOULD YOU LOOK AT THE STRENGTH OF HYPERION!
King: Both of these guys are powerhouses. And I can’t tear myself away from looking. And why would you want to?
Hyperion slaps his arm a few times, looking to force a little extra circulation back through it. The Mad Titan hauls The Maori back to his feet and grasps him firmly around the waist. Hyperion grits his teeth and arches backwards, sending Va’aiga SAILING OVER HYPE’S HEAD WITH A RAILGUN BELLY TO BELLY! Hype gets back to his feet quickly and stomps away at Va;aiga;s arm. Not waiting for the referee to start a count, Hype drags Va’aiga up again, grabs the waist and hits A SECOND RAILGUN BELLY TO BELLY!
Crowd: TWO!
On a roll now, Hype picks Va’aiga up again, grabs him by the waist again and THROWS HIM OVER HIS OWN HEAD AGAIN!
Crowd: THREE!
Hyperion wheels away and raises his arms triumphally but before the referee starts to count, the noise of the crowd tirggers something in his head…
Crowd: ONE MORE TIME! ONE MORE TIME! ONE MORE TIME!
Now The Mad Titan is never usually one to listen to the chattering of the crowd relative to what he decides to do. But this sounds incredibly like a good idea to him. Hype hauls Va’aiga up one more time. Hype’s grasp is tight (not that Va’aiga is particularly looking to break free, being more than a little stunned) and Hype growls as he falls backwards and FLINGS VA’AIGA OVER HIS HEAD AND HALFWAY ACROSS THE DAMN RING INTO A PILE OF METAL DETRITUS! The referee begins to count…
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
Hawke: Could this be it for Va’aiga?
FOUR!
FIVE!
King: I don’t see The Maori Badass getting out of this one.
SIX!
SEVEN!
EIGHT!
NI…. VA’AIGA GETS BACK TO HIS FEET!
Hawke: VA’AIGA IS UP! THIS MATCH WILL CONTINUE!
Crowd: VAH-ING-UH! VAH-ING-UH!
The look on Hyperion’s face is simultaneously frustration, anger and a little disappointment. He grasps for Va’aiga’s arm and slings The Maori into a corner. Hype follows in and thrusts his boot right into Va’aiga’s neck, choking the oversized Polynesian out with brute physical force. Va’aiga slumps against the corner and Hyperion backs off and grabs for a chair. The Titan King walks slowly over to the oppposite corner of the ring and CHARGES FULL SPEED ACROSS THE FULL DIAGONAL LENGTH OF THE RING AND BLASTS VA’AIGA UPSIDE THE HEAD WITH THE CHAIR! A cut opens up on Va’aiga’s head from where a bit of the angle of the chair connected with his forehead!
Hawke: Remember kids. Don’t try this at home. No. Really. Seriously. DO NOT try this at home.
Hype isn’t going to allow his opponent to get even the merest inch of room as he gets in real close with his opponent. With a level of strength that is near impossible to put into words, (but let’s go with inhuman. Inhuman works) Hyperion waits for Va’aiga to move out of the corner before ducking a little and picking The Maori up into a Fireman’s Carry. With a grunt of exertion The Titan King PRESSES THE THREE HUNDRED FIFTY POUND MAORI OOVER HIS HEAD WITH BOTH ARMS!
Crowd: HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT!
Then Hype lets the Maori back down to a resting position on his shoulders… BEFORE PRESSING HIM UP AGAIN! AND THEN HE REPEATS THE FEAT FOR A THIRD TIME! HYPE TAKES A BIG STRIDE FORWARD AND DROPS THE MAORI OUT OF THE SKY BELLY FIRST!
Hawke: OH MY GOD! THE STRENGTH OF HYPERION IS AMAZING!
King: I’d be at a loss for words if I wasn’t paid specifically to have words.
Walking away from Va’aiga, Hyperion allows the referee to start a count…
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
Hawke: Is this enough to put The Maori Badass down for good?
FOUR!
FIVE!
King: I think he’s stirring, Hawke. Va’aiga might not be out of this yet.
SI… Va’aiga gets up to a knee…
SEVEN!
EIGHT… AND STANDS UP!
Hawke: THIS MATCH MUST CONTINUE!
King: Calling this match is tiring me out, Jojo! I dread to think how the men in the ring feel!
Staring a hole right trough Va’aiga, Hyperion walks over to The Maori and hammers a couple of swift blows into his bleeding forehead. With Va’aiga looking fairly stunned, Hyperion applies another standing head scissors and the crowd goes silent in anticipation of another powerful powerbomb. But that isn’t the move on Hyperion’s mind as he grabs The Maori around the waist and holds him in a vertical position. Looking to end this, now, like REALLY now Hyperion sits down AND DRIVES VA’AIGA’S HEAD DIRECTLY INTO THE MAT!
Hawke: PILEDRIVER!
AND VA’AIGA NO SELLS THE DAMN MOVE AND STANDS STRAIGHT BACK UP AGAIN! VA’AIGA USES THE SPACE HE HAS AND CHARGES IN, BLASTING HYPERION WITH A SKULL CRACKING, HEAD SMACKING, ONRUSHING, HEAD CRUSHING, LAAAAAAAAAARIIIIIIIIIIIAAAAAAAAATOOOOOOOO! HYPERION DROPS TO THE MAT! VA’AIGA SLUMPS TO THE MAT HIMSELF!
Hawke: THE LARIAT! THE LARIAT! THE LARIAT! BOTH MEN ARE DOWN!
ONE!
TWO!
Crowd: VAH-ING-UH! VAH-ING-UH!
THREE!
FOUR!
Crowd: HY-PERI-ON! HY-PERI-ON!
FIVE!
SIX!
SEVEN!
Hyperion gets to a knee!
EIGHT!
Va’aiga gets to a knee!
NINE!
TE… BOTH MEN RETURN TO A STANDING POSITION!
Hawke: This has been one hell of a vicious match.
King: It’s had everything. Everything expect a winner.
Hawke: Who do you think is going to win, King?
King: It’s impossible to tell, it really is.
Bonnie Jenkins: FORTY MINUTES HAVE ELAPSED!
Hyperion closes in, throwing vicious strikes to unbalance The Maori. Va’aiga bobs and weaves, trying to lessen the impact of the blows before firing back a couple of his own. Hype looks to hook in a front chancery, setting up a suplex but Va’aiga pushes Hype off, staggering the Mad Titan. With Hyperion leaning slightly forwards, Va’aiga takes a big step forwards and slams Hype into a standing head scissors. Va’aiga turns slightly, lining himself up for something. Showing that he isn’t the only man in the match with remarkable physical strength, VA’AIGA HAULS HYPERION UP ONTO HIS SHOULDERS! VA’AIGA EXTENDS HYPE’S LEFT ARM… THEN HIS RIGHT… AND THEN CHARGES TOWARDS THE RING ROPES AND LAUNCHES HYPERION TO THE OUTSIDE, OVER THE ROPES AND CRASHING THROUGH A TABLE!
Crowd: HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT
Hawke: SOUTHERN CROSS BOMB! THROUGH A TABLE!
Pausing for the referee to begin a count, Va’aiga takes some heavy breaths, considering his next move.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
FOUR!
FI… Hype gets to a knee.
SIX!
SEV… Hype gets back to a standing position.
Hawke: Hyperion is up. Can this man EVER be put down?
King: Our survey says no, Jojo.
Showing a reckless disregard for his own body, Va’aiga grasps the top rope firmly and checks Hyperion’s position. With a little hop, VA’AIGA USES THE ROPE TO HAUL HIMSELF OVER AND NAILS HYPERION WITH THE UGLIEST DAMN SLINGSHOT PLANCHA YOU WILL EVER SEE IN YOUR LIFE!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
FOUR!
FIVE… Va’aiga gets up first.
SIX!
SEV… and Hyperion gets up as well. Va’aiga rustles around under the ring for something and PULLS OUT A LADDER!
Hawke: Is Va’aiga going to climb that ladder?
King: We’ve seen some highly improbable things in this match. I don’t think we’re up for the impossible yet.
Va’aiga jabs Hyperion with the ladder a couple of times, pinning Hype against the ring apron. The Maori backs off and give the ladder a big swing, smacking Hyperion on the side of his head and Hyperion drops like a stone to the ringside mats. Va’aiga turns away from Hyperion and holds the ladder upright before GRABBING THE INSIDE OF THE STEEL AND SUPLEXING THE LADDER ONTO THE FALLEN HYPERION! VA’AIGA GETS TO HIS FEET AND CHARGES, HITTING A RUNNING SENTON ONTO THE LADDER WITH HYPERION UNDERNEATH IT!
Hawke: That’s it. Hyperion’s ribs have to be completely crushed.
As Va’aiga takes another look under the ring apron for something, the referee begins to count…
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
FOUR!
FIVE!
SIX… with a HUGE clatter Hyperion presses the ladder and it flies off in a random direction. Hype sits up.
SEVEN!
EIG… and Hype stands up.
Crowd: FIGHT FOR-EVER! FIGHT FOR-EVER!
King: These are two wrestlers that probably could fight forever. And given the chance they would.
Hype walks over towards Va’aiga and GETS THE STAFF PART OF A JADE TIPPED SPEAR WRAPPED ACROSS HIS RIBS FOR HIS TROUBLES! Va’aiga stands a raises his spear to the skies to a huge pop from the crowd!
Hawke: Va’aiga has brought his Taiaha! He’s tapping fully into his Maori side tonight!
Holding the Taiaha across Hyperion’s chest, Va’aiga falls backwards, dropping Hyperion back first with a sweep.
Hawke: What do we call that? Side Maori Legsweep?
Va’aiga shifts position so he is seated behind where Hype is laying and The Maori grabs Hyperion around the neck, clutching tight. Hype’s eyes are nearly popping out of his skull as Va’aiga lifts his spear up in his other hand and DRIVES THE JADE POINT INTO HYPERION’S FOREHEAD! The Maori Badass uses the tip of his spear to open up a cut and then works the cut for a good few seconds, opening it up until the blood flow is obvious to the crowd. Va’aiga wipes the blood off his own face before lifting the spear point away from Hyperion’s head and giving it a lick for effect.
Crowd: YOU SICK FUCK! YOU SICK FUCK!
Hawke: It looks like Va’aiga didn’t want to be the only man wearing the crimson mask in this match.
King: With this stipulation, how could you not expect it to end up soaked in blood?
Rolling clear of his opponent, Va’aiga makes enough space to give him room to peel back the ringside mat, exposing the cold concrete floor underneath. Va’aiga smiles evilly as Hyperion slowly gets to his feet. Hype walks over towards The Maori, hatred briming in his eyes but The Maori quickly toe kicks The Mad Titan in the stomach and ducks low, swiftly lifting Hyperion into a Fireman’s Carry. Va’aiga composes himself and SWINGS HYPERION’S BODY OUT, GRASPING THE BACK OF HIS HEAD WHEN HYPE IS PERPENDICULAR AND DRIVING THE MAD TITAN FACE FIRST INTO THE CONCRETE!
Hawke: ALL BLACKOUT! ALL BLACKOUT ON THE COLD, UNFORGIVING CONCRETE FLOOR!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
FOUR!
Va’aiga is stalking like a master hunter. It’s not clear whether even HE believes that Hyperion will stay down…
FIVE!
SIX!
SEV… Hyperion gets up!
Hawke: What does it take to stop The Mad Titan?
King: You could run him over with a truck. That might work.
Hawke: Might?
King: Might.
Pissed off that he hasn’t been able to put Hyperion down for the ten count, Va’aiga grabs Hype with both arms and slings him roughly back into the ring. The Maori follows Hyperion in and continues stalking him, waiting for a moment to strike. Va’aiga kicks some of the crap that litters the ring away from the corner and watches Hyperion closely. As Hyperion gets to his feet, Va’aiga closes the gap and lifts him into a front catch position, LEAPING INTO THE AIR AND SQUASHING THE TITAN KING ON THE MAT, HIS FULL BODY WEIGHT ON TOP!
Hawke: THE MAORI DROP! THE MAORI DROP!
King: Does this mean?
Hype is lying there, sucking wind. Va’aiga hauls himself onto the bottom turnbuckle...
Crowd: VAH-ING-UH! VAH-ING-UH!
...and then the second turnbuckle. Hyperion is still not stirring, feeling the effects of Va’aiga’s out of the ring assault...
King: He’s not gonna? Is he?
Hawke: He might.
King: Sometimes I guess you just have to take big risks.
Hawke: P.O.P!
AND HYPERION ROLLS OUT OF THE WAY! VA’AIGA HITS THE CANVAS WITH A SICKENING THUD!
King: And sometimes when you risk it all, you risk losing it all!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
FOUR!
FIVE… Hyperion stands up.
SIX!
SEVEN!
EIGHT!
NI… VA’AIGA STANDS UP!
Both groggy, both worn down by the intense physical atmosphere of the match, The Maori and The Titan walk towards each other. Hyperion throws a left. Va’aiga throws a left. Hyperion throws a right. Va’aiga throws a right. Va’aiga just flat headbutts Hyperion and the blood stained faces of both men collide, sending a spray of red arcing away from the collision. Both men grab for each others’ shoulders, as much for the support to stay standing as anything else. A slugfest of tired punches breaks out.
Hawke: This has been a gruelling encounter. Neither man is at 100%.
King: I doubt either man is at 25% This is the sort of match that takes it all out of you.
One big right hand from Va’aiga sends Hyperion into a half spin as as he wheels away, Va’aiga sneaks in behind and lifts him up for a back suplex before DRIVING Hyperion down into the mat, staining the canvas red.
ONE!
TWO!
Hyperion near pops to his feet and the crowd ROARS! Hype slides in behind Va’aiga as The Maori stands and turns a back suplex position into a Torture Rack Suplex!
ONE!
TWO!
Va’aiga gets to his feet double quick and the crowd ROARS AGAIN! Hyperion and Va’aiga stare holes through each other, neither concerned about the blood dripping from their foreheads. Hype extends his hand towards Va’aiga’s neck and locks in a choke hold…
Hawke: THE HIGH ONE!
...but Va’aiga responds by extending his own arm under Hyperion’s chin and applying a Tongan Death Grip!
King: One guy goes for a chokeslam, the other guy goes for the Tongan Chokeslam. It’s like these two behemoths are thinking along exactly the same lines.
Neither man has the power to muscle the other one up while trapped in the chokes and nerve holds that are going off. Va’aiga breaks the stalemate with a rough toe kick to Hyperion’s gut and as Hyperion staggers back towards the ropes, Va’aiga launches in with ANOTHER RUGBY TACKLE! Va’aiga rolls away but Hype is back on his feet before the referee can even start a count!
Hawke: Where IS Hyperion getting his reserves from?
King: I don’t know. I’m not sure I want to know.
Hype scurries (insomuch as a man Hyperion’s size CAN scurry) and leans down to mat level to grab Va’aiga. Hype shows all his guts and strength and DEADLIFTS A THREE HUNDRED FIFTY POUND MAN INTO A GERMAN SUPLEX!
Crowd: OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD!
ONE!
TWO!
TH.. VA’AIGA IS BACK UP! Va’aiga ducks his head as Hyperion charges in and lifts him into a Fireman’s Carry, falling backwards and driving Hype’s back to the mat wtih the weight of The Maori’s massive shoulders into Hype’s chest!
Hawke: SAMOAN DROP!
King: It’s like a tour of Polynesia every time Va’aiga wrestles.
HYPE DOES NOT EVEN STAY DOWN FOR A ONE COUNT!
Crowd: BOTH THESE GUYS! BOTH THESE GUYS!
Hyperion charges in and wraps Va’aiga’s stomach up, bending backwards and HURLING Va’aiga over his head with a HUMONGOUS RAILGUN BELLY TO BELLY…
AND VA’AIGA DOES NOT EVEN STAY DOWN FOR A ONE COUNT EITHER! Both men back up a little before CHARGING in at each other throwing felts and rights with little technique our care behind them. Hyperion gets the better of the opening exchanges, possessing maybe a touch more raw power the his Maori opponent but Va’aiga remembers that, hey he’s actually TRAINED at this shit and squares up properly hitting a nice left jab…
Crowd: ONE!
And a second left jab…
Crowd: TWO!
And a third…
Crowd: THREE!
And a kiss of the fist…
Crowd: OooooooooooOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAH!
AND A MASSIVE JAW JUDDERING RIGHT HOOK THAT SENDS HYPERION BACKWARDS OUT OF CONTROL A FEW PRECIOUS STEPS! And those of you who know, know what comes next… A THROW OF THE SHAKA SIGN!
Crowd: BOO-YAH!
Va’aiga, given a little clearance charges at full steam towards Hyperion. He extends his arm one last time and crashes full speed into Hyperion’s bloodied face with the VICIOUS, EVIL, NASTY, I DON’T CARE IF YOU’RE A GOD YOU’LL DROP LIKE THE REST LAAAAAAAAAARIIIIIIAAAAAAAAATOOOOOOOOOO! HYPERION SPINS WITH THE FORCE OF THE BLOW BUT DOESN’T GO DOWN! HE REFLEXIVELY EXTENDS AN ARM AND CLOCK VA’AIGA FULL IN THE FACE WITH A SPINNING FIRST PRINCIPLE! BOTH MEN DROP LIKE STONES TO THE MAT!
ONE!
Hawke: THE LARIAT! FIRST PRINCIPLE!
King: It's clotheslines all around tonight!
TWO!
Crowd: VAH-ING-UH! VAH-ING-UH!
THREE!
Crowd: HYP-ERI-ON! HYP-ERI-ON!
FOUR!
Hawke: Can either man get to their feet?
FIVE!
SIX!
King: I don’t know, Jojo. It’s been a hell of an match for both these guys.
SEVEN… Hyperion gets up to one knee...
EIGHT… Va’aiga gets up to one knee...
Crowd: BOTH THESE GUYS! BOTH THESE GUYS!
NINE!
DING DING DING!
Both men stand up and try to re-engage but the referee stops them.
King: What just happened? I didn’t hear the referee call ten!
Hawke: I don’t know, King. let’s throw it to Bonnie.
Bonnie Jenkins: The result of this match is a TIME LIMIT DRAW!
Crowd: Five more minutes! Five more minutes!
Hawke: I don’t think either of these guys have five more minutes to give.
King: I mean, if it was offered they’d probably take it. But then these are two proud individuals.
Hyperion tries to charge at Va’aiga but the referee is desperately trying to keep the two apart. Hyperion simply grabs the referee around the throat and CHOKESLAMS HIS MISERABLE ASS DOWN HARD!
Hawke: The High One on the referee? Hyperion in out of control!
Security begins to flood the ring, the first three or four members to hit being levelled by punches from either Hyperion or Va’aiga. Finally when they can get the numbers in their favour (around an eight to one advantage) they being to usher Va’aiga up the entrance ramp and away from the in ring scene of carnage. Va’aiga shouts back up the entrance ramp.
Va’aiga: HYPERION? THIS AIN’T OVER, BRAH! THIS AIN’T OVER.
(Play until 2:31)
The spotlights go out, leaving the lights shining down onto the stage still turned on. “O Fortuna” begins to play, two lines of men dressed in Roman Empire clothing walk out onto the stage and down the ramp. As they finish walking down the ramp, smoke begins to fill the stage and a throne, alas to The Iron Throne, rises from the floor of the stage and sitting on the throne is “The Iconic Prince” covered in head to toe with gold. The XHF Tag Team Championship draped along his shoulder and a long and golden sword rests in his hands, a crown sitting on top of his head. The music dies down and everyone is left in silence, everyone is seen with their phones in their hands as the take photos and videos of the sight they’re seeing.
King: This is amazing...
Hawke: I have chills. Literal chills.
Inception then hits the PA and the crowd have exploded, the lights don a golden hue as Maverick stands from his throne, finally getting a good look at his attire for the night. A long cape-like robe is seen worn by Maverick as he slowly makes his way down to the ring and past the armada he’s brought with him. The robe slides behind him as he gets to the end of the line, the two in front help Maverick take the robe and the crown off and he makes his way to the ring with the sword still in his hand. He walks around the ring, his expression like a man laser-focused on the goal. He climbs to the apron, raising his Championship up high and the sword going across his throat. He finally enters the ring as Bonnie Jenkins explains the rules.
Bonnie Jenkins: The following contest is a Three Stages of Superiority Match! This match will consist of a normal one on one match, a No Disqualification Match and a Last Man Standing Match if the third fall is needed. If Maverick wins, he will be crowned the AXW Undisputed Champion and is Anthony Caffrey wins, he will take claim to The Diamond Lounge.
Maverick stands in the middle of the ring, awaiting for his introduction.
Bonnie Jenkins: Introducing first, the challenger. Hailing from Wexford Town, Co Wexford, Ireland and residing in Canton, Ohio. Standing at 5 foot and 10 inches, weighing in tonight at 192 pounds. He is one half of the current XHF Tag Team Champions, representing The AWF Icons. He is The Mercenary, The XHF Legend Killer, The Godslayer, The XHF’s Best Kept Secret, and would like to be known tonight as The Emperor Slayer…
Maverick gives off a smirk at that added in nickname.
Bonnie Jenkins: He is The Iconic Prince... MAAAAAAAAAVERIIIIIIIIIIIICKKKKKKKK!
Maverick points the sword to the camera and raises the title up to his head, in a stance like he’s ready to attack. He stands his ground, heading into his corner and placing the championship and his sword down to the mat for ring crew to collect. He then stands in the center of the ring and looks up the ramp as he waits for Anthony Caffrey to enter.
King: Tonight is the night that Maverick proves himself as a World Class Wrestler! I feel it in me, Hawke.
Hawke: I don't know, King. This is too much of a challenge, the odds are in favor of Caffrey and not Maverick but only time can tell.
The camera pans out over the crowd as the lights go out. Strategically placed all over the Red Rocks Amphitheater are little electric lights, which are all turned on at once. The lights reveal a large group of men and women incorporated into the crowd, all wearing suits. At the wave of the hand of a bespectacled leader, it becomes clear that these men and women are armed as they all take up their weapon of choice.
The camera reveals that they’re armed... with musical instruments. The lights reveal that the performers spread out among the thousands of fans are each holding their own string instruments, such as violins, violas, or cellos. Another wave of the hand from the conductor in front of them, a young and sharply dressed man in the full conductor attire, including a sharp black tuxedo. We can not see his face as he waves his hand again, this time to get them to begin playing.
They begin to play “My Songs Know What You Did in the Dark” on their many musical instruments. It becomes clear that by the sheer volume of performers that the entire arena is being organically filled by the sound as we wait for the AXW Undisputed Champion to arrive.
When the song reaches its second fast paced crescendo for the chorus, the conductor turns around. The man leading the artistic endeavor is none other than the man of the hour, Anthony Caffrey. He stands with his arms outstretched as the camera pans to also capture the barrage of fireworks shooting off above the crowd. They keep exploding as Caffrey smiles his sinister smile. He reveals that his wrists are taped up with the message “Happy Father’s Day” on them.
Caffrey sheds his conductor’s outfit to reveal dark red tights with the phrase “Bow to The Best” written on the back of them. He grabs his AXW Undisputed Championship off the music stand and heads for the ring as the orchestra continues to play over the sound of thousands of booing fans.
Bonnie Jenkins: And his opponent, the Champion. Hailing from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. Standing at 6'4" and weighing in tonight at 223 pounds. He is The Unlegend, The Sixty Minute Man, The Perfect Asshole and The Man With No Heart. He is the current, reigning AXW Undisputed Champion. He is The Wrestling Emperor... ANTHONYYYYYYY CAFFFFREYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!
When Caffrey arrives to the ring, he does as he’s always done. He points at Maverick, then at his ankle, and makes a snapping motion, before running up the ring steps. He stops for a few moments to appreciate the enormity of the scene, and that he’s gotten what he’s always wanted: a main event match, and a chance to beat the everloving hell out of Maverick at the same time.
He takes a look at his championship and eyes it very closely, cherishing every waking moment of having it its possession. He stares at the nameplate for an extra few seconds before giving it a kiss and handing it to the timekeeper. Gone are the awe and spectacle in his eyes, as looking at his opponent instead fills him with the necessary hatred and motivation to get the job done. He leans on his corner and stares across the ring as he waits for the bell to ring.
King: You can tell that Caffrey is scared.
Hawke: It's his prized possession, Maverick's been known as someone who can take the title away from Caffrey.
DING DING!
The bell rings and the two warriors stand one on one, opposite in both facing one another and mentality. One thing however appears to be true and that's their claim that they are the best. The two slowly circle around one another as they begin to start the match with a BIG OOMPH! The two circle around and chime in with a BIG lock up! The two struggle with one another as they both try to test each other - and that's what it is. They aren't trying to overpower one another. They're not throwing out the big guns. They're simply learning about each other, about each other's tactics. They try to learn about their strengths and their weaknesses. The two are looking at each other in the eyes and begin to ask each other one very important question - When will the shit hit the fans? The fans are looking down, beaming with excitement.
King: This is going to be one amazing show. I just know it!
Hawke: These two are among the best in the business today. Maybe ever. Whatever happens, we all know it's going to be filled with a great wrestling match we'll all enjoy.
That's when Maverick goes down! ...As in, he drops to his knees! He lifts Caffrey over his shoulders and flips him over with a fireman's carry, but the AXW Undisputed Champion finds his way to his feet. He spins around to catch Maverick as he gets back to his feet. Maverick rises to find Caffrey captured both arms and finds himself in a full nelson. The fans start to get loud! Anthony Caffrey is known for many things, and one of them is being a great submission artist! Maverick grins. He knows that Caffrey has a full nelson sleeper finisher, but he knows he can get himself out of it before Caffrey can convert. Maverick falls down onto his ass, slipping his arms out of the hold! He immediately creates some space for himself as he somersaults forward. As he gets up, he finds Caffrey running right toward him, giving him no room to relax! Maverick's ready for this. He bends over and lifts Caffrey over the ropes! WAIT! Maverick didn't do that! No! Anthony Caffrey kicked Maverick in the face, sending him to the floor! Maverick wipes the boot scum off his face as he looks up to Caffrey, smirking like the asshole he is.
King: The excitement in this match is reaching new heights! Maverick thought he had Caffrey's number, but Anthony Caffrey is the champion for a reason!
Hawke: It's all about bringing each other to their limits, but I imagine we have much more in store from these two.
Caffrey allows time for Maverick to get to his feet. He knows he could take the cheap route and in most cases, it's something he actually would do. But he knows that sometimes it's more damaging to show your opponent some mercy. Anthony Caffrey knows that Maverick is a prideful man and that it's going to cause a lot of pain and suffering to know that Maverick is on his feet - not because he fought his way up there, but because his opponent allowed to to. Maverick gets up, and he knows that Caffrey did this intentionally. Deliberately. Purposefully. Maverick brushes the dirt of his shoulder and approaches Maverick. Maverick looks up, and stares. Caffrey disrespected Maverick once, and Maverick repays all acts of disrespect. Well, there's one more to repay as the AXW Undisputed Champion throws ANOTHER slap across the face of the Iconic Prince. Maverick turns back after his face was pushed away. Everyone knows what's coming and the tension is so thick, it turns seconds to minutes.
King: HE DID NOT! Caffrey! Did you know what you have just done!?
Hawke: He did just what he has always done - just what he wanted.
There's no surprised to what Maverick did. Maverick shoved a heavy fist right across Caffrey's face. The punch to the face that may have quite possibly been Maverick's more relieving moment of his life sent Caffrey to the floor, and Maverick did not waste a second in capitalizing on it. Maverick pounced on Anthony Caffrey to send even more serious blows, but Caffrey wisely used the momentum against him and with a well played kick, Maverick gets sent flying over. Maverick is propped upside down against one of the corners and Caffrey laughs as he rises up from the ground. Maverick gets up and leans back against the turnbuckle, as if he's forcing himself to keep his cool so he doesn't just act out of anger and against his greater interests. Maverick takes a deep breath as he pushes himself off from the corner and toward the center of the ring. He raises his arms, as if he was going for a lockup - the kind that usually begins at the beginning of matches. Caffrey cocks his head, a little confused, but very intrigued.
King: What's he doing here? This isn't like Maverick.
Hawke: Well what he was doing didn't work either. It's either you pay attention and fix what doesn't work, or just roll over and let your opponent pin you. Maverick chose the option that does sound like him. He's finding out a strategy that does work, and he's sticking to the fundamentals.
Anthony Caffrey is skeptical. But hey, he knows that he's a submissionist at heart and that he can out-maneuver Maverick any day of the week. At least, that's the thought going through his head. Caffrey and Maverick lunge forward - but it's a fake! As Caffrey moves forward, Maverick shoves a fist into his gut. Caffrey doubles over and Maverick throws Caffrey by the shoulders and throws him backwards to the mat. Maverick runs up to the turnbuckle and climbs it. Run-up Moonsault! Caffrey sees that coming and he rolls out of the ring - but Maverick lands on his feet! By the time Caffrey rolls out of the ring fully and gets to his feet, the first thing he sees is Maverick suicide diving between the middle and top rope! Caffrey's eye grow wide, shocked. They both go down! The people actually cheer for Maverick! The tides are turning!
King: Maverick managed to turn the tables! I thought he was going to change his strategy!
Hawke: Well he looked like he was going to. Anthony is a submission wrestler, and Maverick is a high flyer. He couldn't keep up with Caffrey when it came to holds so he had to play to his weaknesses, and that's cockiness. He made Caffrey think that he was interested in grappling and threw him an offer that he couldn't refuse. It turned out to be a bait and switch tactic and he brought Caffrey to his yard now. Now let's see if Maverick can keep him there.
The referee is in the ring, doing his job and counting the ring out counts. Maverick doesn't care about the counts. He has Caffrey right where he wants him and he has nine full seconds to beat him in a pulp before he can quickly slide into the ring and secure that first fall.
...One!
Maverick begins to throw those heavy-hitting right fists. Caffrey takes the first few punches, but on the third, he uses his left arm to block Maverick's fists. He begins to push Maverick off, but the Iconic Prince uses gravity to anchor him back down.
...Two!
Caffrey tries to kick Maverick off of him, but there's no momentum to aid him this time. He's not finding much of a way to muscle his way out, but he can still block the punches Mav shoves over that way. They've reached an impasse of sorts. That is, until, Caffrey begins to turn the match around once more by playing to his strengths. He uses his right arm and hooks it around Maverick's neck. Caffrey begins to squeeze himself out, and grabs his arm. He's contorting himself to...
King: Crossface! Anthony Caffrey is getting himself into a submission move! He's forging his way into a new path! He truly is the Man of a Thousand Holds!
Hawke: Please don't give him any ideas. His ego is big enough already.
...Four!
Maverick begins to scream. He's feeling the pain. His cries are muffled by the proximity to Caffrey's arm. He's looking around. He's struggling. He's looking for an exit. This is something that would really be aided by the ropes, but on the outside, that isn't really much of an option.
...Five!
Anthony Caffrey is really putting a lot of torque into the crossface. He's trying, and he's pulling, and he's putting the pain in. This is something where most men would tap, most wrestlers even. Some may even pass out at this point if they didn't tap anyway, but not Maverick. No, he's here to win. He's not going to lose one fall, nevermind two.
...Six!
Caffrey normally has fun with these submission, but this is causing way too much difficulty than it should. He's beginning to get bored, annoyed. He's actually beginning to yell to Maverick. "TAP OUT!" But Maverick is staying still. Strong. Determined.
...Seven!
Caffrey begins to get annoyed. He's almost at nine. Caffrey's putting all his strength's to his arms. Well, that's where he fucked up. Maverick begins roaring with all his might and tenacity. He slips his arm out from between Caffrey's legs. He plants his hand to the floor with so much strength most people would think that he was punching the floor. Maverick continues his scream as in one fluid movement, he finds his legs back to the ground and lifts Anthony Caffrey over his shoulders. DEATH VALLEY DRIVER!
King: MAVERICK ESCAPED CAFFREY'S HOLD! HE MAY HAVE JUST WON THIS FALL!
Hawke: I... I didn't think he had that in him.
...Eight!
Maverick looks down at Anthony Caffrey, and he's not exactly jumping to his feet. Maverick knows that an opportunity like this doesn't happen every day. He does the smart thing and rolls into the ring. Meanwhile, Anthony Caffrey is rolling to his stomach, trying desperately to get to his feet.
...Nine!
Anthony Caffrey is on one knee and he's very well aware of the situation. His face is red. Maverick's staring at him. He wants him to stay outside the ring, for his sake. Anthony finally makes his way to his feet. He leaps forward, but his knees buckles!
...Ten!
No! Caffrey manages to land in the ring before the ten count is called, even despite the exhaustion!
King: Caffrey managed to get into the ring! He is determined!
Hawke: He is AXW Undisputed Champion for a reason. Just so you know, folks, this match has gone on for seventeen minutes, and we are still in the first fall! ...but for how long?
Maybe not for much longer! Maverick hooks Anthony Caffrey's leg, and goes for the first pinfall. The referee goes in for the pin:
...One!
...Two!
...Kickout!
Maverick looks disappointed. Frustrated. Caffrey is like an annoying mosquito and as often as you slap him, he still is going for your blood. Maverick gets up and circles around the other side of Anthony Caffrey. Slowly, but surely, Anthony Caffrey fights his way to his feet. Maverick slams his foot onto the mat. He's preparing for his Icon Kick superkick! Anthony Caffrey turns around. Maverick lunges forward! But Anthony Caffrey ducks and rolls Maverick up with a schoolboy! Maverick begins kicking, but unbeknowst to the referee, Caffrey pulls on the tight and uses the ropes for leverage! The referee doesn't see!
...One!
...Two!
...THREE!
Bonnie Jenkins: The winner of the first fall at 19:42 by pinfall is Anthony Caffrey!
King: Maverick! He was cheated! Swindled! He was kicking out! I saw him!
Hawke: Well, the referee didn't see it that way, and now not only does Maverick have to out-wrestle Caffrey in the next two falls, this upcoming fall is a submissions match - which is Caffrey's specialty match.
It's almost like Maverick heard the words straight from Joey Hawke's mouth. He gets up, pissed but understanding the position he's put into. His eyes are wide. He's pissed, ticked off, but knowing he's feeling like a baby seal in a tank full of sharks. Anthony Caffrey is tired, absolutely. So is Maverick, but when the AXW Undisputed Champion gets to his feet, he manages to find the energy to give his opponent a little bow, as if he was putting on a show. Maverick stares forward. He is not amused.
King: Well what else is there to say, but... the show must go on?
Hawke: Well this is the main event, the final act. If Maverick has any cards up his sleeves, he could use an ace right about now.
Maverick knows the odds are stacked against him, but he also knows he won't be winning the match by standing there and doing nothing. Maverick just has to bring the match to his yard. Maverick runs after Anthony Caffrey and ducks an easy clothesline. Caffrey immediately turns around. Maverick jumps onto the ropes and springboards off. Caffrey moves forward with a clothesline, but lands OUTSIDE of the ring. He ducks. Caffrey cocks his head. He isn't exactly sure what kind of game he's playing, but he's keeping his eyes open. Then Maverick goes UNDER the ring.
King: What's he doing? Don't be a coward! Fight him!
Hawke: Do you want to try doing that to Caffrey? See how that goes.
Caffrey stands in the center of the ring. He's not sure what Maverick is doing. He knows that Maverick is sneaky, and has some sort of plan up his sleeve, but he also knows that by standing in the very center of the ring, he couldn't be snuck up on. And he's right! He heard Maverick coming up from behind him - or rather, the uproar from the crowd clued him in. Maverick came in with a steel chair in hand! Remember - in this type of match, the only way to win this match is by tapping out or verbally quitting. This inherently means that it is is a no disqualification type of match!
King: Maverick's got a steel chair! Caffrey is going to be in a world of pain!
Hawke: Keep your eyes open. He sees him.
Maverick slides underneath the ring, and the AXW Undisputed Champion is well prepared for this. He's beginning to stomp on Maverick while on the horizontal basis. The Iconic Prince is using the chair as a means of cover, but the chair is instead connecting to his head! Maverick didn't think this through too well! He's gritting and taking the pain in stride. He's rising to his feet, and Anthony Caffrey's making the most of this. To cause the most pain, he needs to boost up the most amount of momentum. As he boosts forward, Maverick charges forward with the chair! ...but he throws it! With so much going on all at once, Caffrey's instincts kicks in. He catches the chair. Caffrey moves the chair to see his opponent in front of him. However, what he sees are a shiny pair of brass knuckles! BOOM! Anthony Caffrey gets knocked down to the floor!
Hawke: WOW! Smart thinking from Caff! He may not be a submissionist, but if Anthony Caffrey can't move, he can't actually stop himself from being in a position where he may tap out.
King: AND I SEE BLOOD! CAFFREY IS BUSTED OPEN!
Desperate times calls for desperate measures, and Maverick wasn't pulling any punches. It only took one punch from Maverick to take down Anthony Caffrey and cause him to bleed. Maverick was that pissed. But Maverick's not done yet! He goes to the corner. He's sticking his leg out. He's stomping on the ground, just like he did before. The people are gasping. He knows what he wants to do, and he knows it's just what was trying to be done before! Even Joey Hawke and Jerry Lawler are looking to each other. Is this really going to happen!? Anthony Caffrey momentarily is in a funk. He doesn't even know what's going on with Maverick. He's just going through the blood on his face, realizing his own mortality.
King: No, Maverick - no! This won't work! This isn't even a submission move!
Hawke: But on the other hand, I don't think Caffrey is in a position to do a damn thing about it. Let's see what happens.
Anthony Caffrey is slowly rising to the feet, but everyone is looking at the AWF star. The original icon. STOMP. STOMP. STOMP-STOMP-STOMP. The tempo increases as Caffrey rises to his feet. He turns around.
ICONKICK!
Caffrey falls over with a spin!
...While HOLDING Caffrey's foot! He caught the kick! He caught the kick! Maverick hits the floor as Anthony Caffrey is expertly locking in the CAL or as he affectionately calls it, the Caffrey Ankle Lock! Maverick knows exactly what's about to come, and he knows it isn't going to be fun. Caffrey is still adjusting to fully lock in the move, trying to capture the momentum and use it to his advantage. Maverick begins to groan in torment and anguish. His arm is stretched out and he's already feeling like he's about to tap out. Anthony Caffrey is caught up in his own hype and begins screaming on his end.
King: No! NO! This is EXACTLY what Maverick worked so hard to AVOID! All his elaborate planning. For nothing!
Hawke: If Maverick submits now, he loses the match right here! Maverick stays in the AWF and Caffrey gets the Diamond Lounge!
Anthony Caffrey puts on the pressure. Maverick looks at the ropes. He's right there. He's right at the ropes. Maverick reaches. And reaches. HE GRABS THE ROPES! The referee rushes in and he does his job. He begins counting!
...ONE!
...TWO!
...THREE!
...FOUR!
...FIVE!
Wait. ...Five?! Anthony Caffrey is still holding on! The rope break means nothing! The referee knows he can't disqualify him. This is a no disqualifications match! Maverick is no longer grunting. He's screaming. But he still has strength! He's trying to use the ropes to his advantage. Caffrey sees this. He doesn't think Maverick can do much with it, but he's not taking any chances. He pulls back and brings Maverick toward the center of the ring. He keeps moving, and moving. Then - out of the blue, Maverick flings his arm backwards. The brass knucks! He throws it at Caffrey, and it hits him in the face! Caffrey stumbles for a moment and winces... but he still has a hold onto Maverick! In fact, to punish him, he grabs a hold and torques on that joint even more. Maverick isn't even trying to hide his pain. It's nearly difficult to watch. Even a mother attempts cover her child's ears and eyes as this type of hurt is not something for the faint of heart.
King: Quit now, Maverick! Live to fight for another day!
Hawke: I've been with the XHF now for a long time and there are few moments like this, where someone's this broken. For once, I agree with you. Maverick should quit this. He's a real trooper and he's dealing with his main foot being hurt as badly as it is, and should be commended for his bravery. But... I mean, this match has now gone on for well over half an hour, but come on! Think long term!
Maverick's face is flushed. His veins are nearly popping out of his forehead and neck. He's desperate. He's willing to do something - ANYTHING to get out. His arms is outstretched. The referee is repeatedly asking him if he wants to quit. Maverick's pissed off every time he's being asked, but isn't in a position where he can do anything about it. Caffrey's just yelling. "QUIT, MAV. QUIT!" Maverick is moving around. He pushes himself off the ground in a pushup-like stance, and Caffrey reacts in turn. He adjusts his grip. That's when Maverick goes for the strike! He rolls forward, and shoots his opponent straight forward! Caffrey is sent to the turnbuckle and hits nothing but steel!
King: Wait! An exposed turnbuckle! What just happened! Where did that turnbuckle go!?
Hawke: Oh... My... God.
King: ...What?
Hawke: It was in the first round. Anthony Caffrey kicked Maverick so he was laying upside down against the turnbuckle. He sure spent a long time there. Now I know why.
King: I mean. He was upside down. You try that!
Hawke: Jerry, I'm no wrestler. Maverick is. He's quite possibly the fastest wrestler in the XHF Network today and he has been focusing on this match, working hard, since this match was announced. There's no way he spent all that time on there unless he had a plan - and his plan was to find a way to angle himself to that specific corner.
King: So this...
Hawke: Was the ace up his sleeve? That's right.
Anthony Caffrey's face is all red. His eyes are still closed. With the bleeding and the fact that his shoulder might possibly be broken, he's not exactly in a great spot. Maverick gets to his feet... or at least, to one foot and hops his ass all the way over to the corner. He's right behind the AXW Undisputed Champion. Then he grabs his right arm... or rather, the sports tape enveloping his hand and forearm and begins unraveling it. He then brings it over one of his shoulders and underneath Caffrey's head, right on his throat. Then he begins to pull HARD!
King: Hold on there, Mav! That's not a hold! That's a CHOKE!
Hawke: That's the darn point. Caffrey pulled a move normally illegal and now, Maverick's doing the same thing. Caffrey has two choices now - choke to death or tap out.
King: Unless he can get out of it?
Hawke: ...Can he?
Caffrey's eyes are bulging open once the pain is put on. Caffrey's having difficulty seeing through the blood now approaching his eyes. His shoulder is in a world of hurt. Anthony Caffrey is a tough son of a bitch. He doesn't want to tap out. He just can't! But the pain is growing to be more severe. Caffrey's a fighter, and that's why he'd rather lose a battle than lose the war. Anthony Caffrey begins to tap on the turnbuckle. The referee calls for the bell.
Bonnie Jenkins: As of 37 minutes and 48 seconds, Anthony Caffrey has tapped out! The winner of the second fall, by submission is Maverick!
King: Maverick just tied it all up! And he made Anthony Caffrey, the submissionist tap out! Has... Has this ever happened before?
Hawke: Not on the network, it hasn't! Maverick is the Rocky Balboa against the Apollo in that movie Rocky! He's going to win!
King: Uhhh... I don't think you ever finished that movie, did you?
Bonnie Jenkins: And now to decide our final fall of the evening, let's take a look at the graphic. Fans, tell us - what do you want for our final fall!?
That's when the poll results move forward and slowly come to a stop to show that our final match is...
Bonnie Jenkins: Last Man Standing it is! Maverick and Anthony Caffrey, please return to your corners. Once the bell rings, the final round will begin. It will only end when your opponent is on the ground for a total of ten counts!
Just getting to their sides of the ring is no easy task. In fact, with Maverick's ankle, he's limping more than he's actually walking. Both stare at each other. Victory is within both of these wrestler's grasps. Who's going to win? It's nearly impossible to say. As the bell finally sounds, the two finally meet each other to their end. They both move forward for a lock up, but Maverick fakes! He side steps! As Caffrey follows up, Maverick shoots up with a European uppercut! Caffrey staggers back. Maverick moves forward. Caffrey looks back. Icon Kick! ICON KICK! HE NAILED THE ICON K-WAIT! Caffrey catches the kick! He begins moving. He's going for the Caffrey Ankle Lock, and Maverick instinctively reacts. He knows that another one of those kicks would mean absolute mayhem for him. He jumps and kicks Caffrey in the side of the head with his other foot! Caffrey and Maverick BOTH go down and Maverick screams bloody murder as he grabs the ankle he JUST kicked Caffrey with.
King: Talk about cutting off your nose to spite your face! Maverick just hit Caffrey but it looks like the stress on his ankle cost more than it was worth!
Hawke: Just know he did it out of reflex. Plus, if Caffrey got the CAL secured on Maverick's other foot, it's all over.
King: Uhhh, Joey. In a last man standing match, it's all about standing up. Tapping out here does nothing. Even you should know that!
Hawke: Jerry, how do you stand up if both your legs are useless?
Seeing as both wrestlers are on the feet, the referee begins his count.
...One!
...Two!
...Three!
Anthony Caffrey got up first, but with all the trauma to all the different parts of his head going on, he's not feeling too well. Maverick is still on the floor. He's trying to get to his feet, but he's in a vulnerable position. Caffrey steps forward, but he staggers to the right like a drunk. He catches himself in mid-stride and takes a moment to adjust himself. Maverick gets up to his feet. He rises up at the count of five, albeit in a world of pain. Maverick gets up, but as he looks up, Anthony Caffrey is in front of him. Caffrey grabs him in a headlock position. The people are beginning to gasp. They think they know what's coming. After all, it is one of his finishing moves, and this move has ended matches! Anthony Caffrey adjusts Maverick into a DDT position. He goes to kick out his tired legs, but Maverick keeps adjusting himself. Suddenly, Maverick shoves a jab into the ribs of Caffrey. The AXW Undisputed Champion keeps trying to lay down the hurt, but The Iconic Prince is looking to do everything in his power to stop that from happening!
Hawke: Anthony Caffrey has dominated this ring for the majority of the match and while he has been dominating the rounds before, now he's dominating the match!
King: But Maverick has heart! He won't go down this easily!
Maverick may not be a boxer, but with the expertly laid strikes to Caffrey's stomach, it's easy to mistake him for one. Maverick is continuing to go after him and while he's tired, hurt and every neuron in his body is screaming for him to give up, he's too much of a stubborn bastard to actually do it. He's cringing and fighting, and Caffrey's to the point where he's ready to drop the hold. In fact, he actually does it! But he swings his arms above and strikes him with a drop down axe handle slam! Maverick drops down to a knee! That strike was absolutely powerful! Caffrey uses the time to get himself into position. As Maverick gets back to his feet, Caffrey kicks out his leg. BROTHER LOVE - HIS FINISHER DDT! IT HITS!
Hawke: OH. MY.
King: MOLY! ...Oh. I thought you said Holy...
NO! Maverick slips his body out! Anthony Caffrey hits the ground, but fails to take Maverick with him! He's hurt. His head is ringing. In fact, he's fairly certain that he might have a concussion, but the AXW Undisputed Champion forces himself off the ground. He turns to Maverick - ICON KICK! THIS TIME IT FINALLY HITS!
Hawke: The common phrase is, "Third time's the charm", but this time, it's number four! Anthony Caffrey goes down!
King: But it's clearly taking a toll on the young Maverick! He used his good foot, but I don't see him usually using that foot for that move.
Hawke: It's not his dominant foot and that's a good and a bad thing. It's good because he's not striking him with the foot that it's the most amount of pain, but at the same token, he can't strike him with that same amount of damage.
Anthony Caffrey and Maverick are both on the ground. The crowd goes ballistic! (Not literally. Terry Bradshaw isn't in the crowd, but they're super excited.) Every single able bodied spectator in this arena are off their feet, lending their cheers. It becomes especially special because neither Anthony Caffrey nor Maverick are fan favorites. Generally, they're very much hated because of how they conduct themselves, but the wrestling here is so good. Despite the torment and despite the adversity that both participants have faced, they are still here, fighting. Their desire to be the best is incredible and the fans see this. They know this. They are witnessing it, and they are loving it. That's why they are here - to see everything that the Xtreme Hardcore Federation has to offer. Now the referee is looking down and beginning to call the count:
...One!
...Two!
...Three!
...Four!
Maverick finally gets to his feet. He looks down and finds his opponent still on the floor. Struggling while on the floor and trying to get back to his feet, but still very much horizontal. Maverick uses the moment to recoup as much energy as possible. He leans against the turnbuckle and begins breathing heavily. The Iconic Prince watches as he finds Caffrey crawling to the ropes.
...Five!
That's when Anthony Caffrey reaches the ropes. He's trying to put his body weight onto the ropes, and Maverick knows that just can't happen. At this point, the match has gone on for just under fifty minutes, and it's about time this match has come to a close. Maverick moves himself toward Caffrey and kicks the ropes. Caffrey still holds on. He kicks again, but once more, the AXW Undisputed Champion holds on. Maverick gets frustrated. Even more so when the referee calls the next number.
...Six!
Maverick's face grows red and he becomes furious. That's when he's targetting something other than the ropes. He'll target Caffrey's hand and because of his insubordination, he'll suffer more. Maverick begins stomping, and Caffrey begins to groan in pain. Maverick begins yelling in anger and as he raises his foot one last time, Caffrey pops up with another fist! THIS TIME TO THE FAMILY JEWELS!
...Seven!
The crowd grows eerily silent upon witnessing such a brutal move, something so painful that most men are in anguish just watching it. Maverick's eyes grow wide. He squeaks, and he remains paused for a moment before he falls to his knees and then back to his side. Anthony Caffrey would normally look back at the AWF wrestler with a grin, but he's pretty much past the point of cockiness. Right now, it looks more like relief. Relief that he still has a shot. The referee looks back and begins his count once more.
...One!
King: One? Isn't this eight? Does he know how to count?
Hawke: Yes he does. When someone falls down, this count has to restart. I think that's when Caffrey did that. He wasn't sure if he could get up to his feet by the ten count.
...Two!
Caffrey is still on the floor, right by the ropes. Maverick is a ball of miserable pain all laid out on the ring. He's keeping himself from crying, and that's it.
...Three!
This is the part of the match where if Anthony Caffrey's undignified move didn't connect and cause the referee to have to restart the match, the match would have either come to an end or force this match to come to a cliched "first man to their feet wins" ending. And the ball is beginning to start moving - no pun intended. Maverick is starting to bring himself together. Caffrey, however, is beginning his ascend as he begins putting his weight onto the bottom rope.
...Four!
Anthony Caffrey is still climbing. He's bringing himself up onto the second rope, while Maverick has spun around and is now onto all fours. These two men have been bringing their abilities to the furthest it can go, as far as their bodies will allow. And still, they're fighting.
...Five!
Anthony Caffrey is back on his feet! Well, technically. He's leaning against the ropes as a black and blue mess. Essentially, if the ropes broke, Caffrey would be hitting the outside and would have no ability to protect himself. That's how little energy he has. Meanwhile, Maverick is bringing himself to the ropes. He's struggling. He's exhausted, but he's determined.
...Six!
Anthony Caffrey looks down at Maverick, and finds him climbing to the ropes. He finds himself in a similar, but inverse situation, just a few moments ago. But he's going to play this differently than Maverick had. He knows that Maverick is a quick study and a fast learner so the best decision he's going to take is let Maverick expend his energy. If he fails to get to his feet in time, Caffrey will win. If he succeeds, then he'll have little energy, while Caffrey is healing now.
...Seven!
King: The two are running on fumes! How will this match end?
Hawke: With nothing in reserve.
Maverick begins to put pressure on the bottom rope, just like Caffrey had in his journey to his feet. He's pushing as much as he can, but with his bottom gentlemen still in a lot of pain, the shift in body position is not boding well for him.
...Eight!
Maverick is climbing up. Yes, it hurts. Yes, it stings, but pain is something that is temporary. Victory is eternal. Meanwhile, Caffrey is feeling like he can perhaps move an inch without feeling like he's moving a mile. Anthony Caffrey is now preparing to see what's going to happen after this next call.
...Nine!
Well, it's do or die. Maverick is about 20% up. He's looking at Caffrey. His ugly, cocky face. And he knows this is his last chance to climb up. He summons every ounce of energy in his body. And he shoots up! The fans cheer! Maverick is surprised he's actually on his feet. Anthony Caffrey's surprised! How did he do it!?
King: He's up! Maverick is up! We still got some more wrestling, folks!
Hawke: This isn't even a wrestling match! This is a battle! A war! They are still fighting and they won't stop! Believe it, folks! This match ain't over and it won't be over until the fat lady sings!
King: That referee has been with the XHF since 2003 and has even signed the company card for when your mother was in the hospital for pneumonia.
Hawke: King, that's just an expressio-
King: You're a monster.
Hawke: ...
Maverick looks at Anthony Caffrey, and he's still up. In fact, the only silver lining is that Caffrey is beaten up, just like him. He has a black and blue eye, and a fat lip. Maverick limps his way over to Anthony Caffrey, who doesn't even bother to meet him halfway. Maverick throws a punch, but Caffrey blocks it and throws his own. Caffrey follows up with a second punch. The third punch staggers Maverick backwards. Caffrey swings back for a fourth, but Maverick runs forward with a clothesline that knocks Caffrey to the floor! However, due to the constraints on his ankle, Maverick falls down to his knee. Caffrey begins climbing off the floor, but the referee is still counting.
...One!
...Two!
...Th-Caffrey rises back to his feet!
Maverick watches Caffrey get up, but he figures that the AXW Undisputed Champion has to be tired as well. Maverick realizes that there is a big difference between the ability to kick ass and the ability to withstand the ability to receive an ass kicking and at the moment, his energy level is kicking his own ass. Another real virtue of a wrestler is the ability to gauge your opponent. ...and that's when Anthony Caffrey runs full throttle to Maverick! It obviously takes him by surprise, but he is able to bend down and lift Anthony Caffrey over the top rope! He goes over! Maverick falls down to his knees, again due to the energy being exhausted! However, luckily for Anthony Caffrey, while he is down, he was able to land on the apron right outside of the ropes, but still within the ring!
...One!
...Two!
Hawke: Look at that! Maverick was able to exert a boost of energy. I think that might have been... all he has, but I think it did the job!
King: I don't think the Caffster is done yet! He skinned the cat, now he'll skin the Mav!
...Three!
...Four!
Maverick gets back to his feet. He turns to where Maverick was, and he doesn't find Anthony Caffrey. He lets out a sigh of relief, believing that Anthony Caffrey had indeed fallen out of the ring. That's when the crowds gasp.
...Five!
Maverick turns around, trying to find out what that gasp was originating from. Anthony Caffrey somehow brought his way up to the turnbuckle. He's up on there, and he's going for his top rope clothesline dive that he calls FLYING EAGLE! He jumps up off the top, and Maverick's eye grows wide! Maverick jumps up and HITS CAFFREY WITH AN ICON KICK! Anthony Caffrey flies back! He's propped up against the turnbuckle and his face leans to the side! Maverick begins covering his foot. He begins gritting his teeth and immediately realizes upon impact that the Icon Kick came from his bad foot, coming from instinct. However, as his dominant foot, it caused the most impact. The referee immediately begins to count.
...One!
...Maverick has completely forgotten about everything regarding to his match. The damage has caused an immense amount of pain unlike anything he has ever felt before.
...Two!
Maverick is still nursing his ankle. He begins to use his other foot to try to push himself to the edge of the ring, his survival instinct kicking in.
...Three!
That's when Maverick looks around. Despite all the pain and anguish, he is at least happy knowing he hit Anthony Caffrey. Maverick imagines that Caffrey is in an even worse space. He searches along the floor. He doesn't see anything until...
...Four!
Maverick looks to the turnbuckle. Where Caffrey is. He's leaning against the turnbuckle, his feet still on the ground. Maverick doesn't look happy. He has a renewed sense of urgency and immediately books it.
...Five!
Maverick begins grabbing the bottom rope. He tries to put pressure to foot his foot on the floor, but his bad foot is causing a lot of pain. Nearly enough to make most men cry. Maverick realizes he might be alone in this journey using some creative measures.
King: How is Maverick going to get up to his feet now!?
Hawke: Once you've eben in this game long enough, you realize that every room has a back door. You just need to know how you get it.
...Six!
Maverick begins using his arm strength to lift himself up, but it's not easy. He's nearly run out of energy. He's running on fumes. Determination is all well and good, but when you've been using your muscles for over an hour, it's easy to forget your body has limits.
...Seven!
While Maverick struggles, the referee looks over to the AXW Undisputed Champion, Anthony Caffrey. He notices him to be tired, but checks up on him and makes sure he's OK. That's when he realizes. Anthony Caffrey isn't just resting. He's not even sleeping. He's out unconscious. He notices a full count goes by and calls the next number.
King: Wait... What's going on with Anthony Caffrey? Is he just tired?
Hawke: MAVERICK JUST KNOCKED HIM UNCONSCIOUS!
King: He... He's disqualified, right? The match needs to be over with!
Hawke: But this match ends in one way only...
...Eight!
The referee wants to call this match off. The man can't even wrestle, but he knows he can't. The match can only end one way. With both feet on the floor. He is forced to continue and makes one more call, unless Maverick can find his way back to his feet.
...Nine!
Maverick is struggling to get to his feet, but he's not finding the strength to move forward with it. The Iconic Prince who has grown to great heights and has fulfilled his share of potential since his time in the XHF Network. Maverick is using every single ounce of energy he has. He knows he can't use his feet. He can't trust it. He's using his upper body strength to do it. Maverick is getting himself up there. He sees the referee raising up his hands for the ten count. That's when Maverick gets to his feet!
King: You got this, Maverick!
Hawke: Oh no...
NO! Maverick has indeed given every ounce of energy he had, but the perspiration caused from his hands caused him to slip! Maverick falls back down! The referee notices this and makes the final call.
...Ten!
The bell rings.
Bonnie Jenkins: Ladies and gentlemen, the main event of Battle of the Best has come to a close after a hellish one hour, nine minutes and three seconds. The winner of the third fall and thus, the overall match - The AXW Undisputed Champion and owner of the Diamond Lounge - ANTHONY CAFFREY!
King: Maverick beat Anthony Caffrey until he's unconscious, but ended up winning! This is horse (BEEP!)
Hawke: This is one of the best matches I have ever seen - at least in the new age of XHF. Caffrey beat Maverick, but Maverick beat up Caffrey. I'm not so sure that both men can consider themselves as the better wrestler.
Anthony Caffrey is handed the AXW Undisputed Championship and the keys to The Diamond Lounge, still unconscious.
[...END FEED...]
..:: BATTLE OF THE BEST ::..
Night Two- 16th June 2019
They pyro erupts and the stage lights up, Night Two of Battle of The Best begins. We cut to Joey Hawke and Jerry "The King" Lawler at the commentary booth.
King: It is time. Battle of The Best concludes here tonight and finally... the match everyone's been talking about for weeks, it happens in the Main Event.
Hawke: Maverick vs Anthony Caffrey, these two have ripped each other to shreds for the last three months. But with everything on the line, who walks out "The Best" in the XHF Network?
King: But also, we have Hyperion vs Va'aiga. Last Man Standing rules are applied, two giants of the XHF are about to clash and I hope that ring is held tight.
Hawke: The Flight of the Future match is also happening, and also The Return of James Raymond is tonight!
King: But now we kick things off with AIW's quest to find themselves a Asylum Islands Champion, take it away, boys.
The Arena and the ring are set for the AIW Battle of the Best Beach Battle Royal. Large Palm trees cover the four ring post they stand about 20 feet tall each. The ropes coming off the tree have coconuts instead of padding. Sand covers the ring floor and the surrounding area of the ring. A large Totem pole with Crazy J, Jaymz and Erik Black face at the top along with the AIW Wrestlers faces under them. The totem pole is outside of the ring. Connected to the ropes on the ring between the palm trees is a tiki torch in the center of each side of the ring. A kiddie pool is set up outside of the ring on one side as well. The kiddie pool is full of water and has a few water toys inside of it. One of the other sides outside of the ring has sand toys set up. Not the cheap ass chinese plastic one… little metal shovels and rakes and a steel bucket.
The Video Starts to play that highlights the match.
Ethan Shrimpton: Ladies and Gentlemen welcome back to the XHF Battle of the Best night #2 and we here at the AIW are excited for this moment.
Clayton Elliott:This is the very first ever Network Event Match for the AIW and more important tonight we will crown the very first ever AIW Asylum Islands Champion. This title is the key to being treated like a God. The Winner of this match and the first ever champion will move to the Asylum Islands capital where a castle, servants and riches are waiting for you. Oh my god, can we please just get this going… I hope one of my boys wins this match so I can come stay!!
Ethan Shrimpton: Don’t forget, a woman could also win this match.
Clayton Elliott: I hardly consider Zolothach a woman…
A spot light shines down on Alicia Goudie who is wearing a very skimpy bikini in the ring. She holds up a microphone as she speaks to the fans in the arena and people around the world.
Alicia Goudie: The Asylum Islands were first inhabited thousands of years ago by many different cultures of people; they came after hearing rumors that a series of islands each had their own unique climate and that most of them were abundant in natural resources. Upon arrival, most couldn't believe that islands so close in proximity could have such drastic weather patterns and climates. Colonies formed and decades later settlers from each island would trade goods and resources with each other. As they grew over the years, their colonies increased in size and a committee was formed to oversee how each island would progress, established leaders, and determined what goods were traded to which island.
Alicia Goudie: They also planned a celebration day where once a year people from every Island would come to the middle island, Asylum, and parades would be held glorifying each Island and all their achievements. The main event on that day, the one everyone looked forward to, was the Great Asylum Battle. Asylum had a massive pit where leaders, soldiers, and Alphas from every island would fight to the death until only one man remained standing. This individual was crowned Asylum Island Champion where he was allowed to move his family into the massive mansion on Asylum where he lived like a King until the following year when the annual Great Asylum Battle was held and he had to defend his crown.
Alicia Goudie:Today we will crown the very first ever AIW Asylum Island Champion and the Title will be defended multiple times a year as we pay respects to those that gave it all for the great Asylum Battles. Today we crown a champion with a belt… in this match two of the ten people participating in this match will start in the ring. Every two minutes we will add another person to the match…. The Asylum Beach battle rumble starts now!!!
Alicia Goudie:The first entrance into the Beach Battle is Lee Harris.
5th Dimension By Shingo02 plays as Lee comes out from the back area. He looks around before walking down the rampway, cursing at some fans. He starts yelling incoherent phrases and quoting Ancient Aliens as he gets to the ring. He looks around the arena before going to his corner.
Alicia Goudie:The Second entrance into the Beach Battle is Bill Barnhart.
Raise Your Glass by Pink hits the speakers and we see Bill Barnhart walk out from the backstage area holding a pink glass chalice in his hand. When the song comes to the lyrics RAISE YOUR GLASS Bill Barnhart raises the chalice into the air. The crowd gives a mixed reaction to Barnhart. Bill makes his way to the ring where Bill walks around the ring playing the crowd. Bill with the chalice, raises it in the air, then place it on the ground behind the ropes.
Ethan Shrimpton: Lee Harris was not on good terms with management last show lets hope he's ready...
Clayton Elliott: Bill Is going to eat this dude alive… I am surprised he has even made it this far.
The Bell dings as the match is officially underway. The sand in the ring makes the wrestlers a little bit off. Bill locks up with Lee and the two are both trying to show how strong they are so the two men are pushing each other. Lee kicks Bill Barnhart in the knee and then tosses Bill into the ropes and tosses some sand into Bills eyes just as he turned around. Bill drops down to his hands and knees as he rubs his face and shakes his head, his eyes burning from the sand. Lee Harris steps outside of the ring and picks up a sand bucket. Lee slides back into the ring and is caught with a quick left and right kick from Bill who was still fighting off the effects of the sand in his eyes. He places the metal bucket on Lee Harris head lays heavy right hands into it, denting the side of the bucket! Lee drops down and Bill shakes his fist.
Ethan Shrimpton: Lee Harris was not on good terms with management last show lets hope.
Clayton Elliott: Bill Needs to finish off Lee Harris right now…
Bill kicks the bucket on Lee Harrises head and then Bill picks up Lee, tossing him over the ropes. Bill stands in the ring smiling. He quickly slides out of the ring and grabs Lee and tosses him into the palm tree covered ring post. The bucket smashes into the tree and Lee goes back down.
Ethan Shrimpton: The counter is on the screen..10...9….8... 7….6...5...4...3….2...1... 0
Clayton Elliott: Oh shit!!! It’s The Cleaver!
From the top of the arena a divers cage is lowering down to the ring. The Cleaver is inside of the cage and he looks ready to take part in the match.
Alicia Goudie:The third entrance into the Beach Battle is The Cleaver!
Cleaver swings the cage open and quickly goes after Bill Barnhart the two men lock up and Bill uses his weight to push the Cleaver into the corner. Cleaver is against the Coconut turnbuckle ropes. Bill Backs up and charges back into the corner and Cleaver rolls out of the way quickly as Bill crashes into the corner. Cleaver wasted no time and attacked Bill, drop kicking him in the back as he lays against the corner. Bills face slams into the turnbuckle. Cleaver slips up a little on the sand and has to grab the rope. Bill takes this moment to gather himself and quickly tackles Cleaver to the sand. The two are exchanging punches…
Ethan Shrimpton: These men are exchanging blows
Clayton Elliott: That sounds like your first sex tape…
Ethan Shrimpton: You do realize this is a network show, and the AIW is already filthy because of you. ...we don't need you to make this show dirtier than you already do…
Clayton Elliott: When they staffed AIW they knew what they were getting.
Bill is now trying to choke the life out of Cleaver. Outside of the ring Lee Harris is trying to get the bucket off but he just keeps falling as the caved in side made it difficult. Lee is now laying against the announcer table on his knees trying so hard to get it off. The Cleaver and Bill Barnhart look outside and notice Lee is struggling to get is bucket off. Both Men start laughing and quickly exit the ring. Bill Barnhart tosses Lee towards the Cleaver. Cleaver had picked up the Bamboo Stick with shells on it and swings and nails Lee in the head. Lee hits the ground hard and bucket is now broken and falls off of Lee’s head.
Clayton Elliott: Lee may need medical attention, that loser just got his head bashed in. But hey, at least the bucket if off now...
Ethan Shrimpton: I’m sad to say Lee isn’t doing much to change the minds of Erik Black, Crazy J or Jaymz.
Clayton Elliott: I haven't spent much time with Jaymz he isn’t the talkative guy and Erik Black is an asshole… I love that guy… But Crazy J told me tonight if Lee screws this up he had a plan for him.
It was that moment that the clock showed up and started counting down from 10
Ethan Shrimpton: who will be number 4 to enter this match we are just seconds away from knowing..
Alicia Goudie:The Fourth entrance into the Beach Battle is Frankie Everheart.
A second DIvers Cage starts lowering from the arena and Frankie is inside of the cage. He doesn't look so sure of this lowering down. He looks nervous but ready to fight.
Clayton Elliott: I am not so sure Frankie wants to be in that cage but I know this kid wants the title… man I hope we start eliminating people soon I need to take a pee.
Bill and Cleaver are back in the ring and Lee is still laying outside shaking off the massive blows to the head he had taken. Frankie opens the cage when it’s about 10 feet high from the ring and dives on top of Bill Barnhart and the Cleaver. The fans are screaming and cheering as they look up on the big screen to see the replay. All three men are slow to get up and Lee looking around slowly slides in the ring. Lee Harris picks up Frankie and slams him down with a chokeslam as sand bounces off the ring from the impact. Cleaver and Bill are both up and they are locked up. Bill is able to get Cleaver turned around and he locks on a modified sleeper hold and body leg lock.
Clayton Elliott: Wait a second, who are these guys?
Just then two men jump over the guardrail. They remove their black hoodie sweatshirts and its… Knucks and Salem Shepard!!!!! The crowd was shocked but they cheered at the sight of the men! The Filth Factory duo slide into the ring and they grabbed Lee Harris and drug him out of the ring.
Ethan Shrimpton: Why is FIlth Factory here tonight!!? they don’t even belong in the network let alone in the AIW Match…. Knucks is back to face paint and look at that new haircut it is a mohawk. These are two of the nastiest people ever.
Clayton Elliott: Oh shit, Salem Shepard and Anthony Knucks Stevenson is in the house… I got so---- um, nevermind…. I mean when these two guys came to the Islands a few months ago we spent a lot of time hanging out, these guys are awesome… I just wish they would sign a contract and come work for AIW.
Knucks and Salem are holding Lee Harris face in the kiddy pool and he is fighting to breathe. Back inside the ring Bill Barnhart’s sleeper hold on The Cleaver is broken when Frankie stomps his head in from behind.
Cleaver quickly rolls out of the ring as Frankie and Bill lock up. Cleaver is looking at the weapons of choice and picks up his favorite weapon from last week the Bamboo stick with Sea Shells on one end and slides in the ring. Frankie Kicks Bill in the mid section and hits the ropes and bounces back with a thunderous clothesline. Cleaver strikes Frankie and then Bill with the bamboo shell weapon.
Outside of the ring Knucks is holding Lee Harris hands behind his back as Salem is punching him in the gut and face. Lee at this point is out cold but the two men are having a great time with their AIW All Access pass for the event.
Ethan Shrimpton: They have passes?? AIW management must have set this up.
Clayton Elliott: Well of course it was set up! Otherwise security would be down here and the other wrestlers… wait, no, they wouldn't help him either way haha. The countdown is on - who is next?
Alicia Goudie:The Fifth entrance into the Beach Battle is Kidd Krazzy.
Kid Krazzy Comes running out wearing a Baywatch shorts and tank top and has his hair looking like Mitch from Baywatch. He has one of those red life saving devices lifeguards use and a little sunblock on his nose. Kidd Krazzzy Runs Towards Lee but Knucks an Salem quickly change his mind for him. Kidd slides into the ring. He uses his life saving device to block the bamboo stick swung by Cleaver. This gives Frankie a chance to kick the back of The Cleavers knee and slams him down with a reverse DDT!!
Bill quickly grabs Kidd and tosses him outside of the ring and Bill goes after him. Bill quickly picks up his pink cup from the ring and he takes a sip and sets it back down. Kidd is quickly standing and picks up a little metal rake and he uses it on Bill’s back. Bill steps away in pain, then turns around just in time to catch a midsection kick to the gut once more. Bills bends over and goes to his knees....
Back in the ring Frankie and Cleaver are fighting over the bamboo stick and Cleaver quickly slams the stick down on Frankie Foot causing him to let go.
Clayton Elliott: This match is awesome and we only have half of the roster out so far!
It was that moment that the clock showed up and started counting down from 10
Ethan Shrimpton: Number six is coming up now.
Alicia Goudie:The Sixth entrance into the Beach Battle is Duke Kosloff.
Duke drives out in a yellow Truck with “AIW Watch” on the side to look like Baywatch. He jumps out of the truck and quickly grabs a bodyboard and a lifeguard bag.
Ethan Shrimpton: Ok I could believe Kidd Krazzy being dressing up like Baywatch ...but Duke agreed to this???
Clayton Elliott: Duke is not wearing the costume but he is using the truck, and who knows what he can bring to the ring from that thing? Kidd Krazzy isnt much of a lifeguard since hes trying to end Bill Barnhart right now…..
Bill and Kidd are fighting outside of the ring but Bill has pulled the tank top shirt over Kidd Krazzy’s Face. Bill then slams Kidd into the guardrail. Frankie and Cleaver quickly turn their attention to Duke as he enters the ring. Duke drops the lifeguard equipment and grabs Frankie and uses his height to get the better leverage as he suplexes Frankie down on the sand cover ring!! Duke jumps to his feet as Cleaver grabs the bamboo stick and slams it down on hurt Frankie.
Also outside, Knucks and Salem from FIlth Factory toss a bloodied and beaten Lee Harris into the ring… Knucks motions for Duke and Duke walks over to Lee Harris and goes for the cover…
1…
2….
3….
Alicia Goudie: Lee Harris has been eliminated from the match!!!!
Ethan Shrimpton: This is soo wrong!!! Knucks and Salem who had a big match against Duke back in the day has now given their one time enemy a pin here tonight! What the hell!?
Clayton Elliott: Duke just made it official… Hey look, Salem and Knucks are taking Lee back out.
The guys toss Lee into the back of the truck and they reverse out of the arena with him in it.
Bill Barnhart has Kidd Krazy against the ring as he slams Kidd back into it, and then rolled him back into the ring. Frankie is outside of the ring and he grabs a large sun umbrella from under the ring. Frankie uses the umbrella to stop the attack on Kidd Krazzy. Bill backs up just in time to get another strike from the umbrella.
Clayton Elliott: If I was Cleaver or Duke I would get the other to team up with me and take on Frankie, Bill and Kidd ...then turn on the other one.
It was that moment that the clock showed up and started counting down from 10
Ethan Shrimpton: Number Seven is coming up now!!! And of course you would turn on someone, you have no morals or loyalty....
Alicia Goudie:The Seven entrance into the Beach Battle is Zolothac.
The arena lights flicker a little as a fake lighting bolt strikes the entrance area. A voice says “everyone out of the water”… more fake lighting strikes as Zolothac walks out looking soaking wet as if she was in a pool. Her clothes look a little burnt and she looks creepy as always.
Zolothac walks into the ring and Cleaver, Duke and her look like they have unfinished business to take care of. Duke and Cleaver look at each other and they both point at her. She quickly moves towards the ropes and slides out of the ring. Duke and The Cleaver roll out of the ring.
Bill Barnhart and Frankie are exchanging punches and Kidd Krazzy has the large sun umbrella open and he is running on the guard rail and jumps and leaps. He kicks them in the face as he runs looking like Mary Poppins. Duke and Cleaver run around and they look at each other Cleaver looks under the ring. Duke Looks up and sees that Zolothach climbed up the Totem Pole outside of the ring. She jumps off of the totem pole and Slams her fist into Duke’s Face.
Cleaver turns and receives a quick Throat punch and Zolothac slams Cleaver’s face into the totem pole.
Clayton Elliott: The two teamed up but they aren’t doing a good job.
It was that moment that the clock showed up and started counting down from 10
Ethan Shrimpton: Number Eight is coming up now. It’s time for someone else to join us who is it… who is it.
Alicia Goudie:The Eighth entrance into the Beach Battle is Gothicus Maximus
Gothicus walks out wearing his normal gear but with a fish hat, fishing pole and a large ass fish. He quickly runs to the ring. Duke has the life board and he has Kidd Krazzy laying on it and it is on the second rope. Duke turns and is hit with a giant fish as rotten guts spray from the fish Duke is disgusted.
Cleaver takes out a jar and it has in a live sea urchin inside of it with some sea water. He rolls in the ring and quickly pours the Jar into Bill Barnhart pants. Bill screams out as the Sea Urchin is stinging him on the ass. Bill reaches in and grabs the urchin and throws it outside of the ring. His hand was stung as well.
Clayton Elliott: For those of you that have never been stung before by a sea urchin they break off the points into your body and they burn like hell. Its their babies in the tips… so this one can hurt you with just the tips… not like us guys when we give you ladies.
Ethan Shrimpton: STOP!!! We wanted to be welcomed back….
Kidd Krazzy is now standing on the life board and jumps off but is caught by Frankie and slammed down. Duke has ahold of Bill Barnhart and he tosses Bill into the corner and Duke splashes his body into him in the corner.
Zolothach and is beating on Cleaver with a dried up starfish. Gothicus quickly grabs Zolothac and slams her down on the sand. He quickly locks on a rear naked choke hold.
Clayton Elliott: Time for our next person.
It was that moment that the clock showed up and started counting down from 10
Ethan Shrimpton: Number Nine is coming up now. Its either Wallace or Ultra Kira.
Alicia Goudie:The Ninth entrance into the Beach Battle is Ultra Kira
An alien spaceship that looks cheap as hell starts lowering from the entrance area. As it gets lower to the ring fog starts coming out and Ultra Kira is standing in the ring when the fog clears. The spaceship goes up.
Ultra Kira is in the ring and is hit with a big clam shell in the hands of Zolothach. Gothicus is kicking Cleaver in the ribs outside of the ring. Bill Barnhart is trying to choke the life out of duke. Frankie is trading blows with Kidd Krazzy. The two are beating the shit out of each other.. All 8 of them are fighting hard everyone is hungry for the title. Zolothach next clam shell attack is blocked and Ultra Kira kicks her in the crotch.
Clayton Elliott: So Zolothach hit Ultra Kira with her big clam… then tries it again and Kira kicks her in her clam… you can’t make this stuff up.
Ethan Shrimpton: Well it’s about time we get the last person in the ring… Wallace is about to come out.
It was that moment that the clock showed up and started counting down from 10
Alicia Goudie:The Tenth and final entrance into the Beach Battle is Wallace.
Wallace comes out riding a unicycle.
Clayton Elliott:: Wallace coming down on a unicycle like some clown man...
Ethan Shrimpton: Dont worry, Cleaver has his eyes on him from the top rope. He'd rolled into the right and gotten away from Gothicus.
Cleaver springs off the top rope, landing a huge missile drop kick onto Wallace. He grabs the man by his hair and slings him into the ring where Zolothach licks his face before attempting to gouge his eyes out.
Clayton Elliott: This Tabitha Osborne is the kind of crazy bitch you keep in your lap while driving down a dirt road.
Meanwhile Frankie Everheart and Gothicus Maximus are trading blows in the corner. Frankie ducks a right cross and sweeps Gothicus’ legs causing the man to go down hard. Frankie tries for a pin but is yanked up by his neck via a huge right paw of Kosloff's.
Ethan Shrimpton: Dukes hand is almost the same size as Frankie Everhearts upper torso.
Clayton Elliott: He's a bear in human clothes, Ethan.
Frankie Everheart turns around to catch a huge boot to the face from Duke Kosloff. He goes down like a ton of bricks.
Meanwhile, outside of the ring, Zolothatch is banging Wallace’s face off the barrier. Blood pours from his face like rain during an Oklahoma storm. She licks it off before kicking him in the crotch. He falls down, holding the family jewels.
Back in the ring, Duke Koslov has Gothicus Maximus by his hair. He hammers Gothicus’ face with his huge right hand. Gothicus falls back but is held up by Kosloffs massive hand.
Ultra Kira comes from behind, kicking Duke in the back of the legs. It doesn't faze him at all.
Ethan Shrimpton: Duke Koslov is a monster.
Gothicus spits blood in Dukes face. Using this momentary break, Gothicus drop kicks Duke Koslovs knees. The big man goes down.
Frankie Everheart has Ultra Kira in the corner, blasting his ribs with kicks. Blood begins to come from Ultra Kira’s mouth as he falls.
Clayton Elliott: Holy Shit. I think Ultra Kira might be dead.
Ethan Shrimpton: He very well could be. Frankie with the pin!
1.
2..
3!
Ethan Shrimpton: Ultra Kira has been eliminated!
Gothicus Maximus is stomping on Duke Kosloffs knees. He backs up a bit before running and landing a leg drop across Dukes knees. He attempts once more but is caught with a clotheline to the back of his head from The Cleaver.
Frankie is taking a break outside of the ring while watching Bill Barnhart and Kidd Krazy slug it out. Bill gains the upperhand and whips Kidd to the barrier. Bill then runs at him but Kidd Krazy moves at the very last second, causing Bill Barnhart to crash shoulder first into the barrier. Kidd Krazy boots Bill in the ribs. Frankie comes over to help. The two of them boot Bill in the stomach. Bill somehow powers himself up and takes them both down with a clothesline.
Barnhart focused his attack on Frankie as he picks him up and ddts him to the mat with a thud. Bill picks him up, body slams him and turns around just in time to be planted in the face with a steel bucket wielded by kids krazy. Blood pours from a cut on Bills face.
Ethan Shrimpton: Bill Barnharts face has a huge gash. He could pass out from blood loss any minute now!
On the other side of the ring, Tabitha Osborne has Wallace's neck wrenched sideways. She's been beating on him for a few minutes straight.
She lifts him up in a vertical position and just lets him fall directly onto his head. She goes for the pin!
1!
2!
Kickout!
Clayton Elliott: This guy has been getting his ass handed to him and he STILL kicks out!
Tabitha picks up her victim and licks the side of his face and then drags her fingernails down his neck, past his collarbone and to his chest, opening up his skin and blood dripped down. Wallace mustered up enough power to headbutt Zolothatch square in the nose causing her to step away and hold onto her face.
As Duke and Gothicus are down, Cleaver sees an opportunity and quickly runs up behind Tabitha, punches her in the kidneys, spins her around and hits her with a DDT!!! Cleaver goes for the pin!
1…….
2…………
Kickout!!!!
Cleaver slaps his hand down on the mat thinking he had it, but he wasted no time in climbing to the top of the ringpost and jumping off connecting with a massive leg drop!! Again, Cleaver went for the pin.
1…….
Tw----He was pulled away by Gothicus who began stomping on Cleaver as he tried to roll away but Gothicus grabbed his foot again and pulled him away from the edge of the ring. Cleaver again tried to scramble to his feet but Gothicus got ahold of his hair and slammed his face into the turnbuckle!!!!
From outside the ring, Kidd Krazzy saw his chance and yanked Gothicus feet out from under him and pulled him out of the ring!! Gothicus landed hard on the sand as Kidd grabbed a beach chair and landed vicious shots to his head!!
Bill climbed back into the ring, wiping the blood from his face and ran up to Duke who was just getting back to his feet. Bill grabbed him up and went for a belly to back suplex and shook the whole arena when they landed!!
Ethan Shrimpton: WOAH!!!!! Those are two big men!!
Clayton Elliott: I could feel that suplex from here!!
Bill pulled Duke back up to his feet and threw him into the ropes, Duke bounced back and ducked a huge clothesline from Barnhart!!! Duke bounced off the ropes again and landed a huge running clothesline of his own just as Bill turned around!! Bill landed on his head and completely flipped over, leaving his blood on the canvas. Duke waited for Bill to get back to his feet as Wallace came out of nowhere and whacked a bamboo stick across Dukes chest!
The stick shattered into a million pieces and it didn't seem to phase Duke, Wallace saw it had no impact and started to back away but Duke wrapped his massive hand around Wallace’s neck and hoisted him up in the sky with one hand, holding him there for the world to see. Duke let out a yell as he slammed Wallace down on the mat with the chokeslam and the crowd screamed in approval!!
Frankie Everheart swooped in like a vulture and went for the pin on Wallace.
1…
2……..
TH--KICKOUT!!!!
Ethan Shrimpton: Wallace barely got out of that one!!! I don't know how you can survive a chokeslam from someone that big!! Wallace was like ten feet in the air!!!
Clayton Elliott: He's a tough sumbitch, he has to be….He kicked out!!!!
Zolothatch saw her opportunity. She climbs the palmtree turnbuckle and grabbed a pineapple from it, then threw it at Dukes head. It splattered all over his neck but Tabitha didn't give him enough time to turn around as she launched herself off the top turnbuckle and connected with a missile dropkick!!! Duke went down hard and Tabitha quickly went for the pin!!
Clayton Elliott: YES!!!! C’mon baby!!!!!
The ref slid in and started to count!!!
1……
Tabitha suddenly flew off Dukes body, straight up in the air, as he pushed her up with both hands!! Tabitha flailed her limbs as she was propelled into the air!!
Ethan Shrimpton: He just bench pressed her!!!!!!!!! Did you see that!?!?
Clayton Elliott: He just made her fly!!
As Tabitha continued her attack on Duke, Kidd Krazzy jumped back into the ring with a remaining piece of a wakeboard and slaps Bill Barnhart across the back of his legs. Bill kept his balance, turned around and laid a thunderous right hand square in Kidds face sending him to the mat!! Bill picked up the wakeboard piece and raised it above his head with the intent to destroy Kidd with it, but Kidd sent a foot flying into the Barnhart family jewels - and the big man went to his knees.
Ethan Shrimpton: OOoooooOOOooOOoo…...
Clayton Elliott: Yeah, that makes me hurt….Bae isnt going to approve of this...
Kidd Krazzy quickly jumped to his feet and pulls Bill up from the mat, but Bill didn't give him a chance to continue his attack and headbutted Krazzy!! Kidd backs away holding one hand to his face while Bill goes for the wakeboard again and swings it, connecting with Kidd’s face. His nose sprayed blood across the ring. Bill stomped on Kidd while he was down but Frankie came in with a huge clothesline sending Bill over the ring ropes and over the apron!!! Frankie helped Kidd back to his feet….
Ethan Shrimpton: Hey, whats going on here!? Are they teaming up!??
Clayton Elliott: You gotta do what you can to win this match, my friend…
Frankie and Kidd looked at each other and ran at the same time hitting Wallace with a double clothesline!!! Wallace slammed against the mat as the crowd let out a loud “OOOOOOO.”
Frankie quickly went for the pin
1……
2……………
3!!!!!!!
Alicia Goudie: Wallace has been eliminated from the match!!!!
Gothicus, still outside the ring, slides in under the ropes and runs across the ring at Cleaver and hits him with a DDT!!! Gothicus was instantly back to his feet and sees Frankie celebrating his pin and hits him with a massive belly to back suplex!!! Again, Gothicis was back to his feet when Cleaver took the small metal rake from the sandbox and ran it down Gothicus back stopping his attack. Blood ran down soaking into his waistband as Cleaver grabs Gothicus around his neck and starts jabbing the handle of the rake into the Gothics mask!! Cleaver tosses the small rake aside and sets Gothicus up for a massive spinebuster!!!! Cleaver quickly went for the pin
1……
Tw---Kickout!!!!
Gothicus got a shoulder up and rolled away from Cleaver who gets to his feet. Cleaver pulls Gothicus to his feet and attempts to swing him into the ropes but Gothicus grabs his arm and quickly takes him to the mat locking in the crippler crossface!!! Cleaver screamed out, he squirmed and tried to get free but Gothicus only put more pressure into the hold…..
On the other side of the ring, Duke laid Tabitha out and she crawled out from the ring to regain her composure. Duke turns his attention to Frankie who locked up with the Soviet Destroyer. Dukes strength was too much for him and he tossed Frankie to the mat. Frankie quickly rolled back to his feet and rushed at the giant, Duke swung his boulder sized fist but Frankie ducked, and landed a devastating uppercut to Duke who stumbled back in the turnbuckle.
Frankie ran at Duke with his shoulder down and shook the ring as he plowed the giant into the ringpost!! Frankie backed away and ran at Duke again, this time attacking with a standing dropkick - but Duke spins out of the way and Frankie hits the mat hard with his left leg caught in the middle rope!! Duke looks at Frankie with a smile, his eyes turn black. He grabs Frankies leg and pick him up. Frankie is fighting, swinging and connecting but the shots don't faze the Russian monster. Dukes face changes from a smile to a snarl as he brings his hands together in a downward and closing motion. A sick cracking noise comes from Frankies leg. He screams out in pain.
Ethan Shrimpton: Oh my God!!! Oh my God!!!!!! He just broke Frankies leg!!!!!
Clayton Elliott: I think I’m gonna be sick.
Duke lifted his leg again and slammed it down on Frankies leg caught in the ropes. Duke laughed and grabs Frankie by his destroyed leg and pulls him away from the turnbuckle, and went for the pin - pulling Frankies devastated leg into the air causing him as much pain as possible.
1…….
2…………………..
3!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Alicia Goudie: Frankie has been eliminated from the match!!!!
Kidd stands taken back by the sheer brutality of Duke, and pays for the moment of hesitation. Cleaver nails the youngster with a hellacious big boot. But before Cleaver can capitalize Duke grabs the man with both hands around his throat and raises him high into the air, attempting to choke the life out of him. The big Russian smiles and spits blood into the fading Cleavers face.
Meanwhile Gothicus crawls over to get a pin on the downed Kidd.
1
2
Kick out!!
Kidd rolls the pin into a triangle chokehold! Gothicus struggles to get free as Kidd puts mGothic Isn'tin the hold before Cleaver kicks Kidd in the ribs. causing him to break the hold! Kidd rolls away and quickly gets to his feet…….
Outside the ring, Tabitha reaches under the ring and pulls out a bottle filled with an unknown liquid. She unscrews the lid and fills her mouth with the fluid and quickly climbs back to the ring apron, slid into the ring and pulled the lit tiki torch from the ring post and blew the liquid from her mouth into the torch. A huge fireball started to work its way across the ring as competitors jumped over the ropes --
Ethan Shrimpton: HOLY WOW!!!!!! Shes torching the place!!!!
Gothicus was last in the ring as he saw the fireball approaching, he scrambled to his feet and ran for the ring ropes but it was too late - he disappeared into the giant fireball. Moments later he appeared, fully covered in flames, as he jumped over the ring ropes and landed in the kiddie pool!!!!!!
Clayton Elliott: ZOLOTHATCH JUST BURNED GOTHICUS ALIVE!!!!!!
Ethan Shrimpton: Oh God, I hope he's not dead!
The crowd was stunned but the action didn't stop. Zolothatch looked around as the flame cleared and saw that she was the only one left in the ring. Cleavers eyes lowered as he glared at Zolothatch, he ran for the ring sliding under the ropes but Zolothatch stopped him as he tried to get to his feet, she beat him with the tiki torch on the back of his head while the flame danced around his hair…..
Outside the ring, Bill looked over at Gothicus who was squirming around in the Kiddie pool and saw his opportunity. Bill grabbed Gothicus by the back of his neck and shoved his face down in the water. Gothicus thrashed his arms and kicked his legs trying desperately to get away from Bill but he couldn't…..and his body started to go limp. Slowly his arms stopped moving and Bill was satisfied. Bill saw Duke getting back into the ring and followed him over…..
...But just then….the crowd roared in approval as Gothicus, who was limp and lifeless, jumped up from the kiddie pool, his chest heaving and rage in his eyes. His walk was fast as he caught up with Bill after a few steps; he grabbed Bill by the back of his head and slammed him into the ring post then tossed him into the guard rail. Gothicus sprung up on the ring apron next to Duke who was about to step over the ropes, kicking Duke in the side and pulling him back to the dirt with a DDT!!!
Ethan Shrimpton: That was a huge hit!!!! Those are two big men and both of them are down!!!!
Back in the ring, Tabitha and Cleaver were locked up, Cleaver using his strength to back her into the ropes as Kidd Krazzy hopped back into the ring with a folded up beach chair. He swings for Cleavers back but he moves, causing Kidd to hit Tabitha in the face with the chair! Tabitha's face squirts blood as she falls backwards. Kidd looks stunned. Cleaver grabs Kidd, hitting an overhead belly to belly suplex near the ropes. Kidds legs are stuck. Cleaver begins to stomp on Kidds face.
Cleaver stomps on Tabitha before pulling Kidd's body free. He climbs the rope. Cleaver jumps and lands his patented 450 splash.
1……..
2………………..
3!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Alicia Goudie: Kidd Krazzy has been eliminated from the match!!!!
Cleaver notices Zolothac is starting to move around. He smiles to himself before picking her up. Emerald Fusion! He rolls over to pin.
1……...
2………………....
Tabitha kicks out!
Cleaver, clearly frustrated, rolls off. He picks her up for another emerald fusion. She reverses it, dropping down to her knees. She elbows him in the nuts. The Stars Are Right! She has the submission hold locked in tight! Cleaver is fading fast. Zolothac has a sick smile on her face as she continues to cause pain to Cleaver. He starts to tap.
Cleaver has been eliminated.
Alicia Goudie: The Cleaver has been eliminated from the match!!!!
Clayton Elliott: Zolothac just used an elbow to take a cheap shot…
Ethan Shrimpton: Oh yes she did… she maid peanut butter out of Cleaver nuts and used it to eliminate Cleaver from this match.
Zolothac is standing and yelling at Cleaver and bragging about the elimination when Gothicus slides back into the ring with an anchor and a long chain on it. Gothicus slams the anchor into her back and Zolothac is against the ropes and Gothicus hooks the chain to her neck. Zolothac is starting to come together when gothicus starts pulling her around the ring.
Outside Duke and Bill and are throwing punches back and forth both men are showing how tired they are.
Clayton Elliott: All I got to say is all these guys and Zolothac look about out of gas...
Ethan Shrimpton: Bill was the second person in this match… but at this rate this roster is going to be dead…
Clayton Elliott: I wonder if Lee Harris is ok… I still don't understand why Filth Factory was here tonight.
Just then Gothicus hooks the chain around the rope and sends Zolothac hanging to the outside of the ring. She is kicking her feet and hands trying to get out of this choke hold. The fans are shocked some are covering the little kids eyes. The referee checks on her and sees that she is out cold. Gothicus pulls her back in just in time for Duke to toss Gothicus out of the ring and onto Bill Barnhart.
Duke locks on the hunters cross face and Zolothac continues to lay motionless. Duke yells at the ref and the ref check her and calls for the elimination
Alicia Goudie: Zolothach has been eliminated from the match!!!!
Duke pushes Zolothac out of the ring. Bill points at gothicus and then to himself and they point at Duke. The two shake their heads yes as they grab the chain from the anchor and they both slide in. Duke turns around and is instantly laid out with the chain as they past him. Bill quickly starts kicking Duke in the head and neck area. Gothicus climbs up the turnbuckle and jumps and delivers a huge elbow. Bill Drops an elbow as Gothicus rolls out of the ring.
Clayton Elliott: Bill andhicus are teaming up to take out the big man Duke
Ethan Shrimpton: Smart move but they may make Crazy J angry...
Clayton Elliott: Why would J be angry?
Ethan Shrimpton: Well I heard he put a million dollars on a bet that Duke would win tonight… not to mention he wants a warrior to be the champ… not this old dog and masked ninja dude.
Bill starts to lock on a figure 4 and Gothicus goes for the cover on Duke at the same time. Duke Quickly sits up with his right hand around Gothicus neck and he reaches over with his left hand and grabs Bills neck. Bill lets go of the hold as duke stands up holding both men by the neck still. He tries to double chokeslam them but he is exhausted and sets them back down as they kick and they both hook his neck and the arm on his side and deliver a double ddt to Duke.
Duke is down and so are Bill and Gothicus. These guys have given it all and they just dont have much left. Gothicus is first to his feet and he picks up Duke and quickly goes for his thumbs down finisher but Duke pushes out of it and trips on Bill who quickly rolls him up for the cover.
……….1
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……….Kick out
Ethan Shrimpton: Teamwork is falling apart… Jaymz, Erik Black, and Crazy J you three are about to crown your first every Asylum Islands Champion…
Clayton Elliott: It could be any of these guys but I agree this match has to end soon… this is been a long opening match to the Battle of the Best but the network people deserved to see why AIW is the place to be.
Gothicus is angry that Bill went for the cover on him while Duke was still in the ring. The two men are arguing back and forth. Bill is punched by Gothicus and Bill Punches back. Duke rolls out of the ring to try and catch his breath. He reaches under the ring and pulls out a coconut that was turned into a glass and he drinks from it… the look on his face is that it is gross.
Ethan Shrimpton: What was that he just had to drink… whatever it was that didn't look good.
Clayton Elliott: You think that is more of that dark magic potion crap Crazy got for him to heal him up?
Duke Drops the coconut and slides back in the ring. He sizes Goth Up and Delivers one hell of a big boot to the face of Gothicus. Gothicus hits the matt hard. Duke grabs Bill Barnhart and tosses him to the outside of the ring. Duke takes Gothicus to the corner as he climbs up the turn buckle and leans against the palm tree as he lifts gothicus up.
Ethan Shrimpton: Is it time for a killing Spree?
Clayton Elliott: It sure looks that way.
Duke Jumps and spins as he powerbombs Gothicus to the ring. Bill Charges back into the ring. Well lets face it he moves like a slow moving diesel but full speed for him. Duke grabs him by the back of the neck and reverse chokes slams him face down on top of Gothicus.
The referee drops down to count.
…...1
…...2
…………….3!
Alicia Goudie: Gothicus Maximus has been eliminated from the match!!!!
Clayton Elliott: Gothicus is gone so will it be Bill Barnhart or Duke Kosloff as the first AIW Asylum Island champion.
Ethan Shrimpton: I have to say Duke looks like he is energized once more the magical coconut has healed the warrior.
Clayton Elliott: you know those tribal doctors are just hacks… To be honest the network should just drug test Duke after this match if he wins.
Ethan Shrimpton: Shut up I stopped watching baseball when they made them stop shooting the juice… you people are always trying to…
Clayton Elliott: When you say you people I assume you are talking about religious people and not the fact that I am black?
Ethan Shrimpton: Shut up dude your so white on the inside… but hey Duke and Bill are both standing.
Both men look ready to kill each other when out of nowhere Gothicus slides back into the ring and hits Bill Barnhart with the Rome has fallen the ref is pull Gothicus away as Duke picks up Bill and makes the slicing motion across his throat as the XHF crowd screams with him Feel the burn. Bill is lifted up into a power bomb but Duke Stumbles and Bill hits the palm tree and bill grabs the tree to stop himself from falling. Duke is then kicked in the face and stumbles back. Bill jumps from the corner but is caught By duke and slammed down with a chokeslam. Duke goes for the cover.
…………….1
………………….2
……………...no kick out!
Duke quickly grabs Bill and quickly tries to lift the big man up. Duke tosses bill Back down onto the ring. At this point most of the sand is no longer in the ring. Duke slides out of the ring and grabs the medical bag that came out earlier with the bay watch stuff. Duke Quickly finds some first aid tape and he quickly tapes bills feet together. He then delivers a few more punches to Bills face as he quickly tapes bills hands together. Duke Picks up Bill and and he runs off of the ropes and kicks Bill right in the face. Duke goes for the cover.
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Alicia Goudie: Bill barnhart has been eliminated from the match! And your winner and the first ever AIW Asylum Island champion is Duke Kosloff.
Duke Drops to the ring in exhaustion as he as won his first ever title in AIW and become the first champion.
Clayton Elliott: Duke has done it… but what about Bill lasting longer than 8 others and he stated in the ring. Gothicus caused Bill this match and I am sure Bill won't forget.
Ethan Shrimpton: who cares about them Duke is the champion… they are coming out to clean up the ring area quick this is all the time XHF has allowed for us tonight… But join us at AIW Island Warfare 3 where we will crown Duke the champion on June 30th.
The camera cuts to the interdimensional portal that AIW used to come into the XHF Universe. It sits, dormant, before suddenly it begins to spark up. The people around observe, as a big bubble of electricity suddenly bursts and sends everyone flying back, knocking out each person ringside. When the dust settles, a single silhouette is seen. The silhouetted figure puts a hand to his ear, talking to someone in an ear piece.
Silhouette: I made it through. Commence the Black Plague.
The silhouette turns to the camera, staring hard into it. He lifts his arm up, showing a shield in his hand. It's the last thing the camera sees before he smashes the shield into the camera.
REF: THANK YOU FOR HAVING US XHF NETWORK AND HELLO TO EVERYONE OUT IN THE STANDS AND AT HOME
REF: THE FOLLOWING CONTEST IS A TITLE FOR TITLE FALLS COUNT ANYWHERE MATCHUP
REF: PTSD OPENWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP VS. DESTINY'S OWN SHOOTING STAR CHAMPIONSHIP!
REF: WHATEVER HAPPENS HERE, SOMEONE'S GOING HOME JUST A LITTLE BIT LIGHTER
REF: INTRODUCING FIRST, "THE KING OF FLIGHT", AND DESTINY WRESTLINGS SHOOTING STAR CHAMPIOONNNNNN
REF: DARREN
REF: WILLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLSOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOON
Dusted plays through the PA as the lights don up the ramp. A throne sits atop of the ramp and sitting in the throne is The King of Flight, Darren Wilson. He wears a royal cape as he stands for all to see. He takes a few steps down the ramp before he's handed his Shooting Star Championship on a velvet pillow, he raises it high before heading down the ramp. By the time he's down at ringside, he takes the cape off and slides into the ring, raising the title high.
REF: DARREN WILSON NEEDS A SUCCESSFUL DEFENSE TONIGHT
REF: NOT JUST BECAUSE IF HE LOSES HE ALSO LOSES HIS SHOOTING STAR TITLE, BUT ALSO BECAUSE IF HE WINS HE MAY CASH IN FOR A SHOT AT DESTINY'S HEAVY WEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP!
REF: BUT THERE IS ONE MAN STANDING IN HIS WAY
REF: INTRODUCING NOW, WHO TONIGHT IS REPRESENTING PTSD AS THEIR OPENWEIGHT CHAMPION, "THE PRINCE OF PERFECTION"
REF: JOE
REF: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOBODDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDYYYYYY
Die Buying plays as swell of men dressed in suits walkout on stage, followed closely behind by white limo. As the limo stops, the driver get out and opens the passenger door, the first to come out are 2 beautiful blondes. Finally Joe Nobody steps out, dressed in all white, he slicks his hair back, places his signature fedora on his head. One men in suits comes up to him with a steel briefcase, Nobody opens it, taking the PTSD Openweight Championship from it, and placing it on his shoulder, the 2 women both kiss him on the cheeks, as he makes his way to the ring. He stops briefly giving a young fan his fedora, before heading the ring.
REF: AS ALWAYS NOBODY REMAINS THE EPITOME OF CLASS. BUT FOR THIS TYPE OF MATCH, THINGS CAN GET REAL DOWN AND DIRTY.
The referee takes both titles from both participants and dangles them with opposite arms, showcasing them to each side of the ring. He then hands the belts off to a ringside attendant.
REF: GENTLEMEN
REF: I'M SURE YOU BOTH KNOW THE STAKES
REF: DO EITHER OF YOU HAVE A CORNER FOR TONIGHT?
Nobody stretches out in the corner.
Nobody: No corner for me.
Wilson: Nope.
REF: OKAY
REF: WILSON WITH 3 XP, NOBODY WITH 2 XP
REF: SINCE THIS IS TITLE FOR TITLE, THE ONE WITH LOWER XP CHOOSES A SIDE
REF: SIDE NOBODY?
Nobody: Left.
REF: NOBODY ON THE LEFT
BOTDiceParser: Details:[2D4 (1 3)]
**DING DING DING**
REF: THERE'S THE BELL
REF: FALLS COUNT ANYWHERE FOR TWO CHAMPIONSHIPS
REF: LETS GO!
REF: ENTER EM
Nobody shakes Wilson's hand as the bell rings.
REF: DISPLAY OF SPORTSMANSHIP HERE EARLY, BUT WHO KNOWS, WHEN THIS MATCH IS OVER THEY MAY NOT HAVE ANY FEELING LEFT IN THEIR LIMBS TO DO IT AT THE END!
The two men circle each other before locking in a Collar and elbow Tieup, Nobody manages to the get the upper hand and Irish Whips Wilson into the ropes before taking him down with a Forearm Smash
Ducks the forearm, sweeps the leg and hits a Standing Shooting Star Press
BOTDiceParser: Details:[2D10 (9 4)]
REF: POWERFUL FOREARM AFTER THAT CLASSY TECHNICAL DISPLAY
Runs to the ropes and hits a beautiful Lionsault on the prone Wilson
Catches Nobody with a dropkick as Nobody is about to launch off the ropes (FO)
BOTDiceParser: Details:[2D10 (2 2)]
REF: NOBODY AGAIN MAKING FULL USE OF THE RING, HE FLIES RIGHT ON TOP OF WILSON
Grabs Wilson by back of head, before dumping out of the ring, followed up by a Suicide dive to the outside (FO)
Ducks the Suicide Dive, slides back into the ring and launches with a Spaceman Plancha over the ropes (FO)
BOTDiceParser: Details:[2D10 (2 5)]
REF: WILSON NOW GETS IN THIS BY SMARTLY AVOIDING THAT DIVE, NOBODY IS STRUGGLING TO GET UP, AND THAT HESITATION MAKES HIM THE RECIPIENT OF A SPACEMAN PLANCHA!
REF: BLOOD?
BOTDiceParser: Details:[2D10 (10 9)]
REF: NO....
Brings Nobody to his feet, hops onto the ring apron and connects a Beautiful Disaster Kick
Sweeps Wilson leg out from under him making him smack his face on the ring apron (FO)
BOTDiceParser: Details:[2D10 (6 4)]
REF: WILSON SENT BACK DOWN BUT SLAMS HIS HEAD OVER THE APRON
REF: BLOOD?
BOTDiceParser: Details:[2D10 (9 2)]
REF: NO...
Grabs Wilson and lifts him up for a Vertical Suplex on the Entrance Ramp (FO)
Breaks free and hits a Corkscrew Brainbuster on the ramp (FO)
BOTDiceParser: Details:[2D10 (3 5)]
REF: SUPLEX IS BLOCKED, INSTEAD WILSON LIFTS NOBODY AND DRIVES HIM DOWN ON THE RAMP
REF: BLOOD?
BOTDiceParser: Details:[2D10 (2 6)]
REF: NO...
Sit Out Last Ride Powerbomb onto the ramp (FO)
Reverse the move into a hurricanrana, spiking Wilson on his head
BOTDiceParser: Details:[2D10 (7 10)]
REF: NOBODY LIFTED, SLAMED HARD BACK DOWN
REF: BLOOD?
BOTDiceParser: Details:[2D10 (10 6)]
REF: NO..
Rolls over to the barricades and used them to get back on his feet
Lifts up Nobody again, looking to powerbomb him into the crowd but he runs down the ramp and launches Nobody into the ring apron with a Powerbomb
As he launched, Nobody some turns the powerbomb into a DDT (FO)
BOTDiceParser: Details:[2D10 (3 9)]
REF: WILSON SHOWING IMPRESSIVE STRENGTH! HE COMES DOWN THE AISLE LIKE A FREIGHT TRAIN SLAMMING NOBODY AGAINST THAT APRON
REF: BLOOD?
BOTDiceParser: Details:[2D10 (9 6)]
REF: NO...
REF: BUT NOBODY IS FATIGUED
Keeps Nobody in the Powerbomb position and bombs him into the apron once more (FO)
Punches Wilson in the face making him drop Nobody, Nobody then hit a Superkick out of nowhere
BOTDiceParser: Details:[2D10 (1 5)]
REF: WILSON SHOWING A VICIOUS STREAK, HE DOESN'T LET GO AND GIVES NOBODY YET ANOTHER SMACK AGAINST THE APRON
REF: BLOOD?
BOTDiceParser: Details:[2D10 (4 5)]
REF: NO....
REF: BUT WILSON IS 1.5+ WITH MOMENTUM!
REF: BUT WILSON IS 1.5+ WITH MOMENTUM!
Leapfrogs over Nobody
BOTDiceParser: Details:[2D10 (4 1)]
REF: COMEBACK NOBODY!
REF: WILSON LEAD HIM UP TO HIS FEET, BUT NOBODY GETS A SURGE OF ADRENALINE, HOOKS THE LEGS AND TACKLES HIM RIGHT THROUGH THAT BARRICADE!
REF: OH MY
REF: BLOOD?
BOTDiceParser: Details:[2D10 (9 3)]
REF: YES! WILSON IS SLIGHTLY BLEEDING!
The two men exchange blows back and forth among the audience making their to the stage setup, Nobody smash Wilson's face of the stage lighting (FO)
Wilson backflips off the stage and goes behind Nobody, grabbing him by the head and into the stage lighting (FO)
BOTDiceParser: Details:[2D10 (5 7)]
REF: THESE TWO MEN ARE BRAWLING AND THE FANS ARE CLEARING WAY, BACK AND FORTH THEY GO, THEY REACH THE TOP OF THE STAGE, NOBODY TRIES TO CRASH WILSON'S HEAD INTO THE DISPLAY TECH, BUT WILSON WALL RUNS INTO A BACKFLIP, ONLY TO PUSH NOBODY INTO THAT VERY SPOT!
REF: BLOOD?
BOTDiceParser:Details:[2D10 (6 5)]
REF: NO...BUT OUCH!
Hook Kick to the kneeling Nobody(Pin)
Grabs the foot and hits a Dragon Screw before locking in a Anklelock (Sub)
BOTDiceParser: Details:[2D10 (10 2)]
REF: WILSON GOES FOR A HOOK KICK ON THE RECOVERING NOBODY, BUT NOBODY GRABS THE FOOT, GIVES WILSON A DRAGON SCREW TAKE DOWN, HOLDS ONTO THE FOOT FOR AN ANKLE LOCK!
REF: ROUND 1
Wilson lifts himself up, using his arms and rolls out of the move. Corkscrew Standing Shooting Star Press to Nobody
Grabs Wilson's Ankle and lift him up before slamming his knee into a steel chair nearby, (Keep)
BOTDiceParser: Details:[2D10 (1 8)]
REF: WILSON MANAGES TO GET UP TO A LEG HOPPING AROUND, THEN ROLLS THROUGH WHIPPING NOBODY OVER TOP! WILSON WASTES NO TIME, GETS TO HIS FEET AND DELIVERS A STANDING SHOOTER STAR PRESS!
REF: THAT'S IMPRESSIVE!
Brings Nobody to his feet, looking to set things up... Hook Kick (FO)
Grabs the leg again but this time hits a Massive Exploder sending Wilson into a row of seats (FO)
BOTDiceParser: Details:[2D10 (2 1)]
REF: NOBODY IS TAKEN TO HIS FEET, GRABS THAT HOOK KICK ATTEMPT AGAIN ONLY TO GIVE WILSON A MASSIVE EXPLODER!
REF: THE CROWD CANT CATCH HIM!
REF: BLOOD?
BOTDiceParser: Details:[2D10 (4 5)]
REF: NO...
REF: BUT WILSON IS NOW FATIGUED AS WELL
Manages the get up on the stage and begs Wilson to join him before superkicking back off of it
Grabs the leg, Hook Kick outta nowhere! Nobody falls off the stage!
BOTDiceParser: Details:[2D10 (9 9)]
REF: NOBODY AND WILSON TRADE BLOWS BACK AND FORTH, AGAIN FINDING THEMSELVES FRONT AND CENTER AT THE TOP OF THE RAMP
REF: THEY MOVE TOWARDS THE EDGE
REF: OH MY GOD SUPERKICKED RIGHT BACK DOWN!
Lifts Wilson back up and picks him up in Crucifix Powerbomb before tossing him on the hood of the limo (FO)
Slips out of the move, grabs Nobody's head and smashes him through the Limo's windscreen (FO)
BOTDiceParser: Details:[2D10 (3 8)]
REF: NOBODY HEADS DOWN THE RAMP AND GRABS WILSON. HE STARTS LEADING HIM UP THE RAMP BY KNOCKING HIM DOWN EVERY FEW FEET. AT ONE POINT EVEN DRAGS WILSON BY THE HEAD. HE'S MOVING TOWARDS THAT CAR, HE LIFTS WILSON BUT WILSON LEAPFROGS OVER TOP, HE WHIPS AROUND AND SLAMS A REVERSE ELBOW INTO NOBODY, SENDING HIM RIGHT THROUGH THE WINDSHIELD!
REF: BLOOD?
BOTDiceParser: Details:[2D10 (5 3)]
REF: YES! BOTH MEN NOW BUSTED OPEN!
Takes of his vest, and uses to wipe the blood of, before throwing it in Wilson's face followed by a spear sending both crashing through a table just off the stage (FO)
Dodges and sends Nobody off the stage
BOTDiceParser: Details:[2D10 (4 8)]
REF: WILSON SLAMS DOWN ON HIS ASS AFTER, CATCHING HIS BREATH, NOBODY SLOWLY PULLS HIMSELF FROM THE GLASS AND TAKES OFF HIS VEST, HE PULLS SOME SHARDS OUT AND THEN TRIES TO TOSS IT TO DISTRACT WILSON AS WILSON RISES, WILSON PULLS IT OFF AND SIMPLY DELIVERS A BACK BODY DROP!
REF: NOBODY HOME!
Lands with a thud
Sits on the stage for Nobody to come back to the stage
Pulls himself back up and grabs Wilson's feet pulling him of the Stage before hitting him a Perfect Placement Calf kick (FO)
Ducks the Perfect Placement and leaps back onto the stage... MOONSAULT OFF THE STAGE! (FO)
BOTDiceParser: Details:[2D10 (9 8)]
REF: NOBODY STAGGERS OVER TO THE SIDE OF THE RAMP, WILSON COMES DOWN A BIT TO EGG HIM ON, NOBODY PULLS THE BOOT AND OFF COMES WILSON
REF: BUT NOBODY ISN'T DONE!
REF: PERFECT
REF: PLACEMENT
REF: MORE BLOOD?
BOTDiceParser: Details:[2D10 (1 2)]
REF: NO...
Wilson crawls to the ring, rolling in as he finally is able to breathe
Walks down to the ring, the evil smile on his face
Tope Con Hilo to Nobody!
Catches Wilson turning the movie into a TKO (FO)
BOTDiceParser: Details:[2D10 (1 1)]
REF: NOBODY BEGINS TO TOY WITH WILSON AGAIN THIS TIME HE SLINGS HIM OVER HIS SHOULDER AND STARTS HEADING DOWN TO THE RING. NOBODY ROLLS WILSON INSIDE AND SEARCHES UNDER THE ARPON FOR SOMETHING, WILSON GETS TO HIS FEET AND ATTEMPTS A TOPE CON HILO
REF: BUT HE'S CAUGHT! TKO!
REF: MORE BLOOD?
BOTDiceParser: Details:[2D10 (4 5)]
REF: NO...
Throws Nobody in the ring, climbs into the ring and hits The Merseyside Crossing (Setup, 1XP)
REF: WILSON TAKES THE ADV, HE'S NOW +.5!
Lifts Wilson up to his knees before taking a page form his book and hits him the Kamikaze (Setup)
BOTDiceParser: Details:[2D10 (10 4)]
REF: WILSON IS THEN SET UP TO HIS KNEES, KAMIKAZE!
REF: NOBODY IS 1.5+WITH SETUP!
Wilson falls flat on his face
Motions Wilson to Rise, Before hit the Denial of Perfection (Fin)
Kip Up Hurricanrana and into a Triangle Choke (Sub)
BOTDiceParser: Details:[2D10 (1 6)]
REF: NOBODY STARTS BEGGING WILSON TO GET UP
REF: AND HE DOES JUST THAT WITH A KIP UP
REF: THEN WILSON WRAPS THE LEGS AROUND NOBODYS NECK, HURRICANRANA INTO A TRIANGLE CHOKE JUST OUTSIDE THE RING!
REF: ROUND 1
Pulls on the head, choking out Nobody (Keep)
Flips over putting Wilson's shoulders to the floor (Pin)
BOTDiceParser: Details:[2D10 (6 9)]
REF: WILSON KEEPS IT ON, NOBODY IS STRUGGLING OUT HERE, ROUND 2
Tightens the hold (Keep)
Somehow gets to his feet turning the hold into a bridging northern lights suplex (Pin)
BOTDiceParser: Details:[2D10 (7 7)]
REF: NOBODY IS FLAILING AROUND BUT THE LIFE IS SLOWLY DRAINING OUT!
REF: ROUND 3!!!
REF: NOBODY DO YOU SUBMIT, NEXT ROUND IS INJURY!
Shakes his head no
REF: OKAY
Uses his free hand to punch Wilson in the mouth to break the hold (FO)
BOTDiceParser: Details:[2D10 (9 10)]
REF: ROUND 4!!!
REF: NOBODY'S EYES LOOKING BLOODSHOT!
REF: WILSON IS 1.5+ WITH MOMENTUM
REF: DO YOU SUBMIT NOBODY?
Wilson: TAAAAAP
Wags his finger signaling "Not Yet"
REF: HE'S TRYING TO HOLD ON
Snaps the finger that Nobody used and locks in the hold as tight as it can go, choking the life out of Nobody and not giving him a chance to breathe (Keep)
Punches Wilson in the ribs before turning the hold into a small package (Switch, Pin)
REF: NOBODY TO THE RIGHT
BOTDiceParser: Details:[2D10 (3 2)]
REF: WILSON REELS BACK ON THE FINGER AND TENSES HIS LEGS
REF: I CHECK THE ARM OF NOBODY
REF: IT GOES DOWN ONCE!
REF: I CHECK IT AGAIN
REF: IT GOES DOWN TWICE!!
Grinding his teeth as the hold is tight, slamming his head back now, he's extremely vicious
Slight movement in Nobody, he's not done yet
REF: JUST AS IT'S ABOUT TO FALL NOBODY WEAKLY GETS THE ARM UP
REF: ITS ROUND 5!! WILSON IS STILL 1.5+!
Flips out of the hold
Drives more elbows to the head of Nobody, somehow tightening the move slightly more (Keep, all xp)
REF: WILSON IS NOW 3.5+!
Drives more elbows to the head of Nobody, somehow tightening the move slightly more (Keep, all xp)
REF: WILSON IS NOW 3.5+!
BOTDiceParser: Details:[2D10 (5 3)]
REF: I CHECK ON NOBODY....
REF: HE'S OUT LIKE A LIGHT
REF: I CALL FOR THE BELL!
**DING DING DING**
REF: THE WINNER OF THIS MATCH
REF: AND *STILL* SHOOTING STAR CHAMPION, AS WELL AS THE NEW HOLDER OF THE PTSD OPENWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP
REF: DARREN
REF: WILLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLSOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOON
Wilson finally lets go of the move and is handed both championships. He rolls into the ring and holds both up high
REF: WHAT A MOMENT AND WHAT A MATCH
REF: NOBODY MADE WILSON WORK OVERTIME TO SECURE THAT WIN
REF: MEDICAL PERSONNEL IS GOING TO WANT TO LOOK BOTH COMBATANTS OVER CAREFULLY, BUT FOR NOW THEY LET WILSON CELEBRATE A HARD FOUGHT VICTORY
REF: THAT MARKS HIS THIRD DEFENSE WITH THE SHOOTING STAR CHAMPIONSHIP AS WELL!
REF: WHAT WILL HE DECIDE TO DO NOW?
REF: TUNE INTO DESTINY WRESTLING TO FIND OUT!
“STYLES CLASH” by Yonosuke Kitamura begins to blast through the PA System, die hard fans of AXW and the XHF know who’s theme song it belongs to.
King: It's that time! At Open Fight Night, it was revealed that he'd come back tonight!
Hawke: The career threatening injury at the hands of Rob Arnold but he's making a slow but steady comeback.
After 23 seconds, the lights come back on and standing atop of the stage is James Raymond. He looks out to the crowd with a smirk on his face before walking down the ramp and heading towards the ring.
Bonnie Jenkins: Ladies and Gentlemen, making his return to the XHF after three months, the former AXW Undisputed Champion... JAMES RAYMONNNNNNNNNNNDDDDDDDD!
Once he makes his way to ringside, he walks around the ring before grabbing the second rope and lifting himself up onto the ring apron and then looking out to the crowd, who cheer like crazy. He climbs through the ropes and looks around at the crowd before climbing to the second rope and stretching his arms out. He takes the microphone from Bonnie Jenkins.
James Raymond: Wow, it's great to be back here in the XHF itself.
Crowd: Raymond! Raymond! Raymond!
James Raymond: I hear ya, I hear ya out there. I thought I'd update you all with how everything is going and what better place than here at Battle of The Best!
The crowd cheers loudly. Raymond smiles, he's not heard of a reception like this since he won the AXW Undisputed Championship back in September.
James Raymond: Well, I had some words with my doctors. They told me that I'm slowly healing up and I might get cleared within the next few months if not sooner. They said don't do anything too crazy, which I can understand, and they said don't rush into things. But in all fairness, who really thinks I'll do that?
Crowd: NO ONE!
James Raymond: Who?
Crowd: NO ONE!
James Raymond: WHO?!
Crowd: NO ONE!!
James Raymond: And that's why I'm here, tonight I am making things known that once I am fully cleared. I will return to AXW and I will climb back up the mountain, back up to the AXW Undisputed Championship. If that means I have to knock off Maverick then so be it, if it means I get my hands on Caffrey then let him come. I've been waiting long enough, waiting patiently... and nobody will stop me!
That's when a hooded figure enters the ring and SPEARS James Raymond! Raymond's left clutching his rib cage as the hooded figure lifts the hood to reveal...
King: It's CURTIS D. KANYON!
Hawke: THE PRESIDENT IS BACK!
Kanyon backs up into a corner as Raymond gets to his feet...
BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANG!!!!!
Hawke: CDK WITH THE BANG!
Kanyon leaves the ring and heads up the ramp, the last shot being of Raymond holding his ribs in pain from the two BANG! he took.
REF: I CHECK ON NOBODY....
REF: HE'S OUT LIKE A LIGHT
REF: I CALL FOR THE BELL!
**DING DING DING**
REF: THE WINNER OF THIS MATCH
REF: AND *STILL* SHOOTING STAR CHAMPION, AS WELL AS THE NEW HOLDER OF THE PTSD OPENWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP
REF: DARREN
REF: WILLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLSOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOON
Wilson finally lets go of the move and is handed both championships. He rolls into the ring and holds both up high
REF: WHAT A MOMENT AND WHAT A MATCH
REF: NOBODY MADE WILSON WORK OVERTIME TO SECURE THAT WIN
REF: MEDICAL PERSONNEL IS GOING TO WANT TO LOOK BOTH COMBATANTS OVER CAREFULLY, BUT FOR NOW THEY LET WILSON CELEBRATE A HARD FOUGHT VICTORY
REF: THAT MARKS HIS THIRD DEFENSE WITH THE SHOOTING STAR CHAMPIONSHIP AS WELL!
REF: WHAT WILL HE DECIDE TO DO NOW?
REF: TUNE INTO DESTINY WRESTLING TO FIND OUT!
“STYLES CLASH” by Yonosuke Kitamura begins to blast through the PA System, die hard fans of AXW and the XHF know who’s theme song it belongs to.
King: It's that time! At Open Fight Night, it was revealed that he'd come back tonight!
Hawke: The career threatening injury at the hands of Rob Arnold but he's making a slow but steady comeback.
After 23 seconds, the lights come back on and standing atop of the stage is James Raymond. He looks out to the crowd with a smirk on his face before walking down the ramp and heading towards the ring.
Bonnie Jenkins: Ladies and Gentlemen, making his return to the XHF after three months, the former AXW Undisputed Champion... JAMES RAYMONNNNNNNNNNNDDDDDDDD!
Once he makes his way to ringside, he walks around the ring before grabbing the second rope and lifting himself up onto the ring apron and then looking out to the crowd, who cheer like crazy. He climbs through the ropes and looks around at the crowd before climbing to the second rope and stretching his arms out. He takes the microphone from Bonnie Jenkins.
James Raymond: Wow, it's great to be back here in the XHF itself.
Crowd: Raymond! Raymond! Raymond!
James Raymond: I hear ya, I hear ya out there. I thought I'd update you all with how everything is going and what better place than here at Battle of The Best!
The crowd cheers loudly. Raymond smiles, he's not heard of a reception like this since he won the AXW Undisputed Championship back in September.
James Raymond: Well, I had some words with my doctors. They told me that I'm slowly healing up and I might get cleared within the next few months if not sooner. They said don't do anything too crazy, which I can understand, and they said don't rush into things. But in all fairness, who really thinks I'll do that?
Crowd: NO ONE!
James Raymond: Who?
Crowd: NO ONE!
James Raymond: WHO?!
Crowd: NO ONE!!
James Raymond: And that's why I'm here, tonight I am making things known that once I am fully cleared. I will return to AXW and I will climb back up the mountain, back up to the AXW Undisputed Championship. If that means I have to knock off Maverick then so be it, if it means I get my hands on Caffrey then let him come. I've been waiting long enough, waiting patiently... and nobody will stop me!
That's when a hooded figure enters the ring and SPEARS James Raymond! Raymond's left clutching his rib cage as the hooded figure lifts the hood to reveal...
King: It's CURTIS D. KANYON!
Hawke: THE PRESIDENT IS BACK!
Kanyon backs up into a corner as Raymond gets to his feet...
BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANG!!!!!
Hawke: CDK WITH THE BANG!
Kanyon leaves the ring and heads up the ramp, the last shot being of Raymond holding his ribs in pain from the two BANG! he took.
Bonnie Jenkins: The following contest is the Flight of The Future Match!
The music plays as La Cabra Ultima makes his way to the ring, he slides into the ring and handsprings off the ropes, landing off his feet and flipping off the crowd.
Bonnie Jenkins: Introducing first, representing Champion Wrestling, from The Farm Down The Road, standing at 5'9" and weighing in tonight at 194lbs... La Cabraaaaa Ullllltiiiimaaaaaaaa!
King: This match is to show who's the best aerial acrobatic in XHF right now.
Hawke: And La Cabra Ultima is the most unexperienced of the four men, not one that many know about but we might by the end of the night.
The White Stripes's "Seven Nation Army (Team Tron Mix)" blasts over the speakers as the Xtremetron shows the words, "THE FUTURE!!" then clicks to show the words "SHOGUN" and "TRON" one on top of the other. The gunman from . . . THE FUTURE emerges and does some really awesome gun play (like Ocelot in Metal Gear Solid 3) using his FUTURE Blaster! . . . A toy six shooter straight from the toy collection of John Wayne memorabilia. He moves to the ring and tosses the holsters the gun. The crowd has broken into full TECHNO DANCE MODE from the theme and the lights are going funky like at a club. Shogun-Tron backs into a corner and poses as everything returns to normal ... except Shogun ... he stays posed ... and epic.
Bonnie Jenkins: His opponent, representing the XHF Independents, from THE FUTURE!, standing at 6' and weighing in at 211lbs... Shogunnnnnnnnnnnnnn-Trrrrrrronnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn!
King: And here comes the "most experienced" of the four, it's Shogun-Tron!
Hawke: No doubt he's about to meet The Future of XHF.
Red, yellow, and blue lights dance across the stadium and meet towards the top of the stadium roof around the same time Enter Shikari's electronic prelude begins to blast from the different speakers.
Scratch card glory, waist low pleasure?
Black eyes nose bleeds, don't look back now
The primary colors break, then are replaced with darkness around the same time smoke from the smoke machine begin to crowd the entrance. Like a beacon of hope white light begins to shine from the entrance, the Yung Master's body slices through the smoke like a reaper's blade through a field of grass, launching himself off of a rising platform, spinning to face the crowd, just in time to land in a three-point stance.
Sorry you're not a winner with the air so cold and a mind so bitter
What have you got to lose but false intentions and a life so pretentious?
After landing, he synchs up with his song of choice with a mighty clap-clap-clap, before blasting white light covers him from behind, letting his silhoette project across the arena. After high-fiving with a few fans, he bolts down the ramp, dives into the ring with a slide, then masterfully flips himself to his feet. Both hands raise to the heavens, and he's ready for a battle!
Bonnie Jenkins: Next, representing Sakura Shoujo Stampede, from Manchester in England, standing at 180 centimeters and weighing in at 81.6 kilograms... "The Shocker" Cadennnnnn Yunnnnnnng!
Hawke: I remember watching AXW when he made his singles debut and he was impressive in a Deathmatch, imagine what he can do when his agility is at full play.
King: Hawke, he's all about that "Capital F - Flippy Shit"
The arena falls silent, and the opening riffs to "A New Level" by Pantera play. The crowd roars with cheers, and from behind the curtain steps The Anomoly, enjoying and soaking in the reactions.
Now a new look in my eyes my spirit rise
Forget the past
Present tense works and lasts
They chant his name as he walks down the aisle, barely looking at those ringside who beg for his acknowledgement. He reaches the ringside area, climbing the steps and casually looking around, before stepping through the ropes and leaning against the corner as he awaits his opponent.
Bonnie Jenkins: And finally, representing Anonymous Xtreme Wrestling, from Cambridge in England, standing at 5'11" and weighing in at 182lbs... The Anomolyyyyyyyyyy!
Hawke: Once Pantera's music hits, get ready for a war.
King: The former AXW Undisputed Champion, let's see if he can prove his time in the air is worth it.
DING DING!
All four men stand in their corners as Anomaly goes for Yung and Shogun goes for Ultima. Anomoly is pounding into Yung, payback for Yung's attack on the last AXW show. Anomoly hits one hell of a stiff forearm, leaving Yung limped in the corner until Anomoly tosses him nearly across the ring. Shogun goes for an Irish Whip on Ultima, bringing him to Anomoly who hits a Leaping Clothesline on Ultima.
King: Action from the get go, they're not stopping.
Hawke: They might not stop until they drop.
A brawl ensues between Anomoly and Shogun, Anomoly goes for the Irish Whip on Shogun but as he rebounds off the ropes he leapfrogs over Anomoly and then springboards off the ropes with a Moonsault onto Anomoly. Yung gets back to his feet and hits a Standing Shooting Star Press onto both men, then Ultima comes in with a Senton onto all three men! Ultima, Yung, Shogun and Anomoly all roll away from each other and get to their feet and run at the adjacent opponent to them with a Dropkick, all four missed but they all kip up at the same time and all four hit a Superkick to the men beside them. Anomoly kicks Shogun, Shogun hits Yung, Yung hits Ultima and Ultima hits Anomoly. All four men fall onto their backs, the crowd are at an uproar and giving a standing ovation to what they've just seen.
King: Are you seeing this?
Hawke: This match is amazing and we've only gotten started!
Yung gets to his feet first, using the ropes to his leverage but so does Ultima. Ultima runs at Yung like a battering ram but Yung leaps onto the second rope as Ultima goes through his legs and into the ring post. Yung stands on the back of Ultima and leaps off him with a Crossbody onto Shogun as he tries to head for Yung, just as Yung drops Shogun he’s grabbed and slammed to the mat with a Deadlift German Suplex by Anomoly, Yung’s head bounces off the mat with full force. Anomoly goes for the early pinfall on Yung.
ONE
TW-
Yung kicks out. Anomoly lays down the forceful stomps to Yung, one striking the head and Yung seems knocked out. Shogun drops the Axe Handle onto the back of Anomoly, making him fall to one knee. Anomoly pushes Shogun back and goes for the Takin' It Easy Superkick but Shogun ducks and rolls him up.
ON-
Anomoly kicks out quickly.
Hawke: Sure he hasn't been around to wrestle for a while but he's defiently on his A-Game tonight.
King: That's true, but he's got 3 other hungry and fiesty competitors in that ring.
Anomoly gets back to his feet but is taken down with a Jumping Complete Shot by Shogun. Ultima comes in with a Hurricanrana onto Shogun who's in the dropzone of Yung, Spiral Tap onto Shogun! He gets up and hits a Tornado Enziguri onto Ultima and then leans over Shogun-Tron.
Yung: That is sooooooooo last century.
Ultima grabs Yung and throws him into the corner, Ultima steps back and runs at Yung, The RamJob in sigh- Yung counters! Sunset Flip and then a Shotgun Knee Strike that sends Ultima into the corner. Ultima gets up and runs at Yung with a Larait but he ducks it, Yung springs up the ropes...
EGO DEATH!
Springboard Tornado DDT
King: The Ego Death connects!
Hawke: Ultima looked like a Railroad Spike from the landing...
Ultima's head is spiked into the mat, Anomoly is back up and is sent over the ropes by Yung, as is Shogun and then the lifeless body of Ultima goes over. Yung looks down at the crowd of men down below, he rebounds off the ropes and connects a Sasuke Special with a Corkscrew Twist at the end of it. All men are knocked down and the only man standing is Caden Fuckin' Yung. All is good as he rolls in the ring and poses for the crowd, they cheer on ecstatically... just not for Caden, more so Anomoly. He picks up Yung into the Electric Chair position, but Yung drives some elbows to the top of Anomoly's head. No Ragnorak this time but Yung does go for Fu Tanko and misses
TAKIN' IT EASY!
Superkick
Yung falls back and onto the ropes, he doesn't fall. He stumbles forward and off the ropes
TAKIN' IT EASY!
Another superkick connects! Yung is fading...
TAKIN' IT EASY!
This time on Shogun as he runs in to inadvertently save Yung, perhaps?
Hawke: A third Superkick by Anomoly, he's on fire tonight.
King: "Lit" as the cool kids say, Hawke.
Hawke: Please don't speak to me again.
Anyway, Anomoly sees that Yung is barely standing. Ultima comes back in and is instantly thrown back over by Anomoly, he hangs on and hits an Enziguri onto Anomoly. He's about to springboard in but Anomoly catches him with a Forearm to the jaw and falls to the floor. Anomoly brings his focus back to Yung and sends him to the ropes, Yung rebounds and Anomoly pops him up for the Anarky Bo- YUNG COUNTERS WITH A CANADIAN DESTROYER!
Hawke: HOLY [BLEEP]!
King: WHAT A COUNTER! WHAT A CANADIAN DESTROYER!
Hawke: ANOMOLY IS DESTROYED!
King: Yung hooks the legs, he might have it.
ONE
TWO
TH-
Anomoly kicks out with authority, Yung looks a bit shocked he either pulled that off or Anomoly kicked out, more so both. Yung takes a few steps back and looks to hit the Flashing Lights kick, he swings and Anomoly ducks the kick. Anomoly lifts Yung up in the Electric Chair
RAGNORAK!
One Winged Angel
King: Call it quits, it's all over.
Hawke: Nobody's successfully kicked out of this move...
The legs are hooked
ONE
TWO
THR-
WORMHOLE!
Shining Wizard
King: Shogun!
Hawke: From nowhere!
Shogun comes out of nowhere and breaks up the pin with the Shining Wizard, Ultima springboards into the ring but is caught
SPACE-TIME CONTINUUM
Side Effect
Shogun goes for the pin, hooking the legs of Ultima.
ONE
TWO
Ultima kicks out, lifting the shoulder just after the two count. Shogun brings Ultima to his knees, he rebounds off the ropes and looks to hit the Wormhole again but Ultima finally gets some successful offence into this match. He does an Irish Whip to Shogun and takes a few steps back, running at Shogun with
THE RAMJOB!
Charging Headbutt
King: He did it! He finally did something good in this match!
Ultima turns around and runs at the other corner, looking to hit it again, he runs up
FLASHING LIGHTS!
Tornado Kick
Hawke: So much for that, King.
Ultima is floored with the kick from Yung as he gains composure from earlier on and so does Anomoly who sneaks up behind Ultima, brings him into position for
RAGNORAK!
Anomoly hooks the legs
ONE
TWO
THREE
Bonnie Jenkins: La Cabra Ultima has been eliminated!
King: Well, so much for Ultima being so good.
Hawke: All good things must come to an end, King.
King: But at least we have Shogun-Tron, Caden Yung and The Anomoly still in this match to look forward to.
Hawke: Three of the best the future has to have seen.
Anomoly kicks Shogun in the gut and sends him through the ropes, leaving only Yung and Anomoly in the ring. Both get into a Collar and Elbow Tie Up which Anomoly gets the upperhand of and brings Yung into the corner. Anomoly lays down the chops to the chest.
Crowd: WOOOO!
And then another.
Crowd: WOOOO!
And another chop.
Crowd: WOOOO!
Anomoly goes for another but stops and turns around and taps his head.
Anomoly: Take it easy.
Yung follows up with a Chop Block to the back of Anomoly's leg. Anomoly wobbes but Yung springs onto the ropes
EGO DEATH!
Anomoly's head spikes the mat, just like how Ultima's did earlier.
Hawke: That fake out of the chop costed Anomoly dearly.
King: At what cost though?
Yung goes for the pin
ONE
TWO
TH-
Anomoly kicks out, he crawls towards the ropes and pulls himself up. Yung looks to make a move but Anomoly grabs the legs and rolls through, bringing Yung with him and somehow locks in
PULL THE PLUG!
Sharpshooter
King: What an innovative move, I've never seen anything like that before
Hawke: Neither have I, that was actually awesome.
Anomoly leans back and sits on the back of Yung who's reaching out to the ropes and looks in pain. Anomoly bends back further, targeting that left leg of Yung. Yung is finger tips away but Anomoly pulls him back, further away from the ropes. Yung looks to be ready to tap, his hand goes up and is shaking furiously. It fa-
WORMHOLE!
Hawke: Shogun may have just saved Yung.
King: I think his plan is to take out Anomoly so he has Yung to himself, broken down with the leg.
Yung begins to crawl towards the ropes as Anomoly gets to his feet, he attempts Takin' It Easy on Shogun but he grabs the foot and places the leg onto the shoulder and then lifts up Anomoly into a Powerbomb position and drops him down to the mat with a thud. Anomoly rolls out of the ring and onto the ring apron, Yung finally gets to his feet and looks at Shogun. Shogun reaches into his pocket and pulls out his Future Blaster, pointing it at Yung. Yung loos petrified that he's going to kill him and cowers in the corner, Shogun pulls the trigger and out comes...
King: Wait... Are those flip flops?
Hawke: Not just any flip flops, King.
Gucci Flip Flops.
Yung picks them up and inspects them, he throws one at Shogun.
Yung: Hey! You got any more in there?
Shogun points and shoots the Future Blaster, this time... Sushi comes out.
Hawke: That's so racist.
King: {glares into the camera} Really?
Hawke: Are you breaking the fourth wall again, King?
King: ...
Yung runs at Shogun with the Flashing Lights kick but only hits his hand, knocking the Future Blaster out of his hands. Shogun goes for Space-Time Continuum but Yung counters and has a hold of Shogun in a Wrist Lock, he spins Shogun around
FU TANKO!
Bicycle Knee
Shogun falls in a heap, Yung goes for the cover.
ONE
TWO
THREE
Bonnie Jenkins: Shogun-Tron has been eliminated!
Hawke: WOW! Yung eliminated an XHF Legend! That's impressive.
King: He's only got one problem left...
Yung kicks Shogun out of the ring and turns... to Anomoly looking at him with bloodshot eyes and a Steel Chair in his right hand.
King: ...The former AXW Undisputed Champion.
Yung rolls out of the ring and Anomoly drops the chair to follow in pursuit, they run around the ring until Yung rolls back in the ring, so does Anomoly but he's caught
FU TANKO!
Right to the temple and the former "Mr Undisputed" falls in a heap. Yung takes a few steps back and looks for Fu Tanko again but Anomoly goes behind Yung and hit a German Suplex but Yung lands on his feet. Anomoly goes for the clothesline but Yung ducks, Yung springs onto the ropes and looks to hit Ego Death for the third time
TAKIN' IT EASY!
In mid air too, Yung falls to the flat of his face. Anomoly signals it, the end is near. He brings Yung to his feet and into the Electric Chair position, the chair is laid out below.
RAGNORAAAAAAK!
ONE
TWO
THREE!
DING DING DING!
Bonnie Jenkins: Here is your winner of Flight of The Future, The Anomolyyyyyyy!
Hawke: That was one hell of a match, fantastic work from all four men!
King: But congratulations to The Anomoly in his return match, he's proven that The King of AXW never left.
“STYLES CLASH” by Yonosuke Kitamura begins to blast through the PA System, die hard fans of AXW and the XHF know who’s theme song it belongs to.
King: It's that time! At Open Fight Night, it was revealed that he'd come back tonight!
Hawke: The career threatening injury at the hands of Rob Arnold but he's making a slow but steady comeback.
After 23 seconds, the lights come back on and standing atop of the stage is James Raymond. He looks out to the crowd with a smirk on his face before walking down the ramp and heading towards the ring.
Bonnie Jenkins: Ladies and Gentlemen, making his return to the XHF after three months, the former AXW Undisputed Champion... JAMES RAYMONNNNNNNNNNNDDDDDDDD!
Once he makes his way to ringside, he walks around the ring before grabbing the second rope and lifting himself up onto the ring apron and then looking out to the crowd, who cheer like crazy. He climbs through the ropes and looks around at the crowd before climbing to the second rope and stretching his arms out. He takes the microphone from Bonnie Jenkins.
James Raymond: Wow, it's great to be back here in the XHF itself.
Crowd: Raymond! Raymond! Raymond!
James Raymond: I hear ya, I hear ya out there. I thought I'd update you all with how everything is going and what better place than here at Battle of The Best!
The crowd cheers loudly. Raymond smiles, he's not heard of a reception like this since he won the AXW Undisputed Championship back in September.
James Raymond: Well, I had some words with my doctors. They told me that I'm slowly healing up and I might get cleared within the next few months if not sooner. They said don't do anything too crazy, which I can understand, and they said don't rush into things. But in all fairness, who really thinks I'll do that?
Crowd: NO ONE!
James Raymond: Who?
Crowd: NO ONE!
James Raymond: WHO?!
Crowd: NO ONE!!
James Raymond: And that's why I'm here, tonight I am making things known that once I am fully cleared. I will return to AXW and I will climb back up the mountain, back up to the AXW Undisputed Championship. If that means I have to knock off Maverick then so be it, if it means I get my hands on Caffrey then let him come. I've been waiting long enough, waiting patiently... and nobody will stop me!
That's when a hooded figure enters the ring and SPEARS James Raymond! Raymond's left clutching his rib cage as the hooded figure lifts the hood to reveal...
King: It's CURTIS D. KANYON!
Hawke: THE PRESIDENT IS BACK!
Kanyon backs up into a corner as Raymond gets to his feet...
BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANG!!!!!
Hawke: CDK WITH THE BANG!
Kanyon leaves the ring and heads up the ramp, the last shot being of Raymond holding his ribs in pain from the two BANG!s he took.
Hawke: Coming up next, make sure you have your snacks by you and prepare for an epic battle. These two Titans have been on a collision course for months and folks, let me tell you we’re expecting fireworks.
King: One titan, Jojo! And one big, bad Maori to face off with him.
Hawke: When The Maori Badass turned up to issue his challenge to Hyperion, you don’t have to be a genius to work out that it would come to a match like this.
King: You worked it out, Hawke.
The lights in the arena drop to complete blackness. The crowd murmurs as little happens, filled with a little nervous excitement as they await the entrance of the competitors for the next match. There appears to be a little disturbance in amongst the audience near one of the sets of stairs as a group of figures files out from one of the exits. Then slowly, darkly, the grinding minor chords of "Gently" by Slipknot play aorund the arena, the bell like tolling. Over the whispers of the introduction, a lone voice booms out over the crowd reading an except from the epic poem "Hyperion" by John Keats.
"Meanwhile in other realms big tears were shed,
More sorrow like to this, and such like woe,
Too huge for mortal tongue or pen of scribe,
The Titans fierce, all self hid or prison-bound,
Groan'd for the old alligience once more,
And listn'd in sharp pain for Saturn's voice,
But one of the whole mammoth brood still kept,
His sov'reignty, and rule and majesty,
Blazing Hyperion on his orbed fire,
Still sat, still snuff'd the incense, teeming up,
From man, to the Sun's God..."
Torches born by hooded figures light on either side of the entrance as "The Mad TItan" Hyperion walks out between them. With every step he takes down towards the ring, the next pair of torches are lit as he takes a slow, deliberate pace downwards. As Hyperion leaves the stairs, his robed worshippers begin to follow him, lighting his path in flickering flames against the blackness of the arena. Hyperion steps over the top rope and stands, scowling at the entrance ramp as the light come
back up, flanked by members of his church.
One member of the Church takes a step forward from the group and shouts out into the still air of the arena, Hyperion standing impassive as his glory is addressed.
Leader: AVE HYPERION, EST SUPRA OMNES UNUM!
Church: AVE HYPERION!
Leader: AVE HYPERION, PATER SOLI!
Church: AVE HYPERION!
Leader: AVE HYPERION, LUMINE IGNUS SPIRITUS!
Church: AVE HYPERION!
Leader: AVE HYPERION, REX TITANIA!
Church: AVE HYPERION!
Leader: AVE HYPERION, REX TITANIA!
Church: AVE HYPERION!
Leader: AVE HYPERION, REX TITANIA!
Church: AVE HYPERION!
Their venerations complete, the members of the church form an arrow head behind Hyperion, standing ground on their half of the ring. The Titan King looks up the entrance ramp, quiet, focused, awaiting the arrival of his opponent.
King: I’m not gonna lie, Joey. That gave me chills.
Hawke: The Mad Titan knows how to make an entrance.
"PITO SUTE AKILAGI!
(IT'S THE REMIX!) IT AIN'T GOOD!
(YEAH! UH! UEAH!) IT AIN'T GOOD 'CAUSE YOU'LL GET JUMPED IN MY HOOD!
PITO SUTE AKILAGI!
(RAH!) IT AIN'T GOOD!
(SAVAGE!) IT AIN'T GOOD 'CAUSE YOU'LL GET JUMPED IN MY HOOD!"
As the shouted intro to "Not Many (The Remix)" by Scribe, P-Money, Savage and Con Psy rasps through the arena PA systems, the arena's lights focus on the entrance area. Va'aiga steps out first, his half red, half black divided by a stylised white fern boxing robe keeping his face in shadow. Va'aiga throws a left jab, the a second, then a third, before a big right hook and a defiant throw of the Shaka Sign...
Crowd: BOO-YAH!
...which sends the hood flying backwards revealing his heavily tatooed face. Va'aiga is joined around the entrance gate by eight fellow Maoris, dressed in traditional tribal gear and the group forms a speardhead formation as they begin to walk up the entrance ramp. The crowd noise gets louder as Va'aiga and his war party approach the ring. The men step between the ropes, Hyperion never taking his eyes off of The Maori Badass, his church standing, looking impassive. Va'aiga takes a few steps to the left and right before standing, clearly on his own half of the ring and offers a quick, "calm down" motion to the crowd. The noise in the arena becomes muted as he stares back at Hyperion.
Va'aiga: TARINGA WHAKARONGO!
Va'aiga: KIA RITE! KIA RITE! KIA MAU!
Māori: HĪ!
The Māori form a line behind their leader in this Haka.
Va'aiga: RINGA RINGA PAKIA!
Va'aiga: WAEWAE TAKAHIA KIA KINO NEI HOKI!
Māori: KIA KINO NEI HOKI!
All those on the Māori side begin stamping their feet and slapping their hands against their thighs in a brutal tribal rhythm.
Va'aiga: KA MATE KA MATE...
Two slaps of the thighs
Māori: KA ORA KA ORA!
One beat to the chest, one raise to the sky
Va'aiga: KA MATE KA MATE...
Two slaps of the thighs
Māori: KA ORA KA ORA!
One beat to the chest, one raise to the sky
Everyone: TĒNEI TE TANGATA PŪHURUHURU
NĀNA NE I TIKI MAI WHAKAWHITI TE RĀ!
One arm extnded as if holding a spear...
A UPANE! KA UPANE!
A bend of the extended arm's elbow and then a slap across it, then the same motion on the opposite arm
A UPANE KAUPANE
WHITI TE RĀ!
Repeated again..
HĪ!
Hawke: The Maori Badass, respecting his culture and issue the most traditional of Maori challenges.
King: A normal man would have run away at that entrance. Hyperion is no normal man. He’s a Titan.
And on the final defiant shout, a full show of the tongue to the party standing opposite, a full show of "I am prepared to kill you and eat you." Hyperion looks furious at this display (not that he doesn't usually look furious at something) and as Va'aiga has edged ever closer to the center of the ring during the war dance, the pair now close to a distance where they are within range of headbutting each other. Both competitors look ready to unleash and the referee has to get in between them before any pre match violence can break out. The Māori and the Church of Hyperion file out in opposite directions as we hand over to the ring announcer.
Bonnie Jenkins: The following match is scheduled for one fall…
Crowd: ONE FALL!
Bonnie Jenkins: And is a last man standing match with a 60 minute time limit. Introducing first, hailing from Mount Othrys and fighting out of New York City, New York, he weighed in tonight at three hundred-ten pounds and stands at six foot, nine inches tall, he is the Titan King, HYPEEEEEEEEERIIIIIIIIIIIOOOOOOOOOON!
Hyperion turns to face the crowd and throws up both his arms in a triumphal pose. He turns back towards his opponent again and wrings his hands, eager to start the contest.
Bonnie Jenkins: And his opponent, hailing from Rotorua, Aotearoa and fighting out of Sunnyvale, California, he weighed in tonight at three hundred-fifty pounds and stands at six foot, five inches tall, he is the Maori Badass, VAAAAAAAAAA’AAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIGAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!
Va’aiga throws the Shaka Sign high to the crowd…
Va’aiga and the crowd: BOO-YAH!
Before turning to face Hyperion again. The two behemoths walk to ring center and stand forehead to forehead, mouthing off some unheard insults as the referee desperately interposes himself to gain a little separation before ringing the bell for the match start.
Hawke: And we are underway. What sort of strategies do you think these two wrestlers are going to attempt, King?
King: Strategies? From Hyperion and Va’aiga? Does hit the other guy hard enough that they don’t get up afterwards even count as a strategy?
The Maori immediately drops into his boxing stance, tagging Hyperion with a couple of swift jabs. Hype flat takes the blows and responds with a clubbing overhand right. Va’aiga switches up and goes for a couple of solid body blows. Again, Hyperion shows no effect and goes for an overhand with his left this time. Va’aiga steps backwards and The Mad Titan closes the distance, hooking in an old school collar and elbow tie up. He tries to muscle The Maori backwards but Va’aiga will not budge, using his lower centre of gravity to resist being shoved backwards. A grunt leaves Hyperion’s lips and he breaks, feeling the unusual (for him) situation that he does not have a significant power advantage.
Hawke: This is like two forty ton big rigs slamming into each other. It’s not pretty. But if you bought this show for The Mad Titan and The Maori Badass, you’re not here for pretty.
King: All the show, all the pageantry of the introductions. But when it comes to the match, this was always going to be a slug fest.
Hawke: THE slug fest.
Considering his options, Hyperion goes for an arm and slings Va’aiga across the ring with a vicious Irish Whip. As The Maori comes heading back off the ropes, Hype shapes for a shoulder block and the ring practically shakes as the pair crash into each other. Neither man drops. Va’aiga grabs for an arm himself and slings Hyperion towards a perpendicular side. The Mad Titan bounces off as Va’aiga looks for his own shoulder block, hoping his larger mass will lead to better results. No dice, however, as it just leads to another massive crash of flesh on flesh and both competitors backing off a couple of steps and dusting themselves down.
Hawke: You’ve heard of the unstoppable force meeting the immovable object? Well this is a battle of two monsters of the ring that can be both.
King: The biggest advantage that Va’aiga has is that he’s had considerable experience facing wrestlers the size of Hyperion. Do you want to know Hyperion’s biggest advantage?
Hawke: Go on.
King: He doesn’t care.
Staring down Va’aiga, Hyperion points over to the ropes, DARING The Maori to go for another running attack. Va’aiga smiles and takes off, getting up an ungodly head of steam as he bounces off. Hyperion is prepared and extends his arm, stepping to a side and looking to FLATTEN THE MAORI WITH THE FIRST PRINCIPLE! VA’AIGA DUCKS, DODGING THE BLOW AND REBOUNDS OFF THE FAR ROPES, EXTENDING HIS OWN ARM FOR THE LARIAT! HYPERION DODGES TO A SIDE TO AVOID THE MOVE! Va’aiga heads off into a second rebound and arches his leg into the air as he comes close to Hyperion, who also arches HIS leg up. BOTH MEN DRIVE THEIR BOOT INTO THEIR OPPONENT’S FACE! AND NEITHER MAN DROPS! They both simply stagger back a couple of steps and quickly compose themselves.
Hawke: DOUBLE YAKUZA KICK!
King: That’s some big Big Boots being thrown. A normal wrestler would have been knocked into next Thursday with that impact. The Mad Titan and The Maori Badass? Not so much.
Va’aiga launches back into Hyperion and grasps him around the waist, looking to hit some sort of a suplex. A quick standing switch follows and The Maori looks to muscle Hyperion up and over into a German Suplex. A huge grunt and a lot of effort is expended but Hype blind back elbows Va’aiga to prevent the move and hits a quick standing switch. Now Hyperion is in the back clinch and looks to hit his own German and Va’aiga is forced to use his tree trunk like right leg to step backwards across Hyperion to block. Hype shoves Va’aiga off with force and the Maori stumbles a few steps forwards. Hype back off into the ropes and charges straight in, lowering his head and The Maori Badass and Hyperion’s heads clash in the center of the ring…
TO UTTERLY NO EFFECT!
Hawke: Other federations have Suplex City. This match has Araken Prefecture!
King: You don’t headbutt a Polynesian! No matter how trained you are at the subtle arts of head to head combat, don’t expect it to work on The Maori Badass!
Frustrated, Hayperion stares a hole through Va’aiga as he fires off a couple of sharp right hands into The Maori’s face. Va’aiga cracks his neck to a side and closes stance again, firing off a couple of body hooks. Hype leans forwards a little, leading to Va’aiga quickly locking in a front chancery but he can’t quite get the power behind a suplex before being shoved off with authority by the Titan King. Hype cracks his knuckles and launches himself at Va’aiga firing off lefts and rights in a flurry of offense. Va’aiga covers up as he backs off and his training against strikes lets him absorb the majority of the effects of the blows with his solid guard. Hype relents for a second to catch his breath.
Hawke: This is less of a wrestling match and more of a slugfest.
King: Not every match on The Network can be a Bobby Barratt or Anthony Caffrey technical masterpiece. Sometimes you just have to have a good old fashioned fight.
Hawke: A knock down, drag out slobberknocker?
King: A pier six brawl. Dare I even say… a donnybrook?
Hyperion closes the distance fast and throws a huge overhand right, but Va’aiga throws an arm up to block, off balancing Hype a small amount. Hype steadies himself as The Maori tightens his stance right up, shaping up like a pro heavy weight boxer. Va’aiga throws a left jab that lands flush on Hyperion’s face…
Crowd: ONE!
And a second jab that lands flush again, The Maori bobbing in his stance to get the best angles to attack from…
Crowd: TWO!
Followed up quickly by a third jab that legitimately staggers Hyperion with the ferocity of the short yet powerful blow…
Crowd: THREE!
Hype tries to shake the cobwebs out as Va’aiga leans across to kiss his right fist…
Crowd: OooooooooooOOOOOOOAAAAAH…
Before SMASHING HYPERION ACROSS THE FACE WITH AN ENORMOUS RIGHT HOOK! VA’AIGA THROWS THE SHAKA SIGN!
Crowd: BOO-YAH!
Hawke: THE BOO-YAH COMBINATION! HYPE IS STAGGERED!
King: Did you know that Va’aiga has trained with Mark Hunt and David Tua?
Hawke: I know he’s got an excellent boxing game.. That would explain it.
With his opponent on unsteady legs, Va’aiga charges in and wraps his arms around Hype’s legs, driving his shoulder into Hyperion’s midsection! AND HYPERION GOES DOWN! HYPERION GOES DOWN! HYPERION GOES DOWN! Va’aiga postures up and smashes his forearm onto the bridge of Hyperion’s nose four, maybe five times. The Maori pauses and looks at the situation before rolling off Hyperion and outside of the ring. Va’aiga lifts the ring apron and pulls out a trash can, throwing it into the ring, sending a selection of foreign objects scattering across the canvas. Va’aiga chucks a couple of chairs into the ring for good measure.
King: PLUNDER! VA’AIGA GOES FOR THE PLUNDER!
Hawke: It’s all legal in this match. You lose by a ten count on the mat here, not by disqualification.
Va’aiga checks on Hyperion’s position and reaches down for a kendo stick. He wheels it round in his big, meaty paws, takes up a cricketer’s stance and as Hyperion gets back to one knee, plays a cut shot, lashing the stick across The Mad Titan’s chest. The Maori steps through and hammers downwards across Hyperion’s back with a direct shot. He follows this with a second and third shots across Hyperion’s back. The Titan King’s face shows no pain and no small amount of annoyance.
Hawke: It’s advantage Va’aiga in the whole “being armed” stakes. But Hyperion is going to take a lot more that a few weapon shots to take him down.
King: He is The Titan King. You don’t get to call yourself that unless you can back it up.
One more shot from the Singapore Cane BREAKS THE DAMN STICK IN HALF and Va’aiga wanders off to look for a new weapon to use. Hyperion, slowly, gets to his feet as Va’aiga arms himself with a stop sign. Hype comes roaring forward, looking to land another punch but The Maori puts the stop sign to use… BY STOPPING HYPERION IN HIS TRACKS WITH A MASSIVE SHOT TO THE TOP OF HIS SKULL!
Hawke: It can be hard to stop Hyperion.
King: Or even to put a stop to what he’s doing.
Hawke: But Va’aiga has a plan. In as much as Va'aiga plans for anything.
Va’aiga looks down and grabs for the lid of the trash can before GOING PSYCHO WITH BOTH WEAPONS! STOP SIGN SMASHED DOWNWARDS ONE HANDED TO HYPE’S SKULL! CAN LID SMASHED DOWNWARDS! STOP SIGN! CAN LID! STOP SIGN! CAN LID!
Crowd: EX-AITCH-EFF! EX-AITCH-EFF! EX-AITCH-EFF!
Dropping the weapons, Va’aiga turns to pick up a folding chair. With his free arm, The Maori grabs for the staggering Titan and slings him into the corner of the ring. Va’aiga backs off and throws the chair at Hyperion who catches it at head height, temporarily arming himself but before The Titan King can get the chair into an attacking position, Va’aiga charges full steam, YAKUZA KICKING THE CHAIR INTO HYPERION’S FACE! The Maori turns and looks around at the crowd.
Crowd: VAH-ING-UH! VAH-ING-UH!
King: What’s the only thing more dangerous than a pissed off Maori Badass, Hawke?
Hawke: I don’t know…
King: An ARMED, pissed off Maori Badass.
As Hyperion stumbles out of the corner he grabs Hyperion in a front chancery, looking to suplex his Titanic opponent. But Va’aiga can’t get enough purchase to hoist his opponent over and Hyperion escapes. The Mad Titan, visibly fuming, just pushes Va’aiga away and goes straight for the throat, looking to chokeslam his Polynesian opponent out of the match but Va’aiga drops to one knee as a counter. Hype moves to a two handed choke, trying to strangle the life out of Va’aiga but with one hand, The Maori reaches down for a golf club and smashes it into Hyperion’s ribs with enough force to END THE DAMN METAL OF THE CLUB.
King: Va’aiga usually has a couple of good drivers in his arsenal. Now he’s added an iron to it.
Hyperion drops to a knee and for the briefest of seconds grabs at this waist. Va’aiga turns and grabs for another chair, smashing The Titan King clear across his back with the full surface of the chair. Va’aiga backs up, throws the chair down with a force that makes the ring shake and charges at Hyperion, driving a knee into the back of his skull. Not wanting to give his opponent the merest sniff of a chance to recover, Va’aiga kicks away at Hyperion and with a sharp downwards kick, takes Hyperion down to his hands and knees.
Hawke: Hyperion is not used to being in this position.
King: Hyperion isn’t used to facing opponents that outweigh him. Va’aiga is a different sort of battle for the Titan King.
Va’aiga positions himself over Hyperion. He takes two steps backwards…
Hawke: Oh no.
Two steps to a side…
King: This could take Hyperion out of the match.
Checks the wind direction…
Hawke: This could take Hyperion out of wrestling!
AND CHARGES IN, SWINGING HIS BOOT RIGHT AT HYPERION’S HEAD!
HAWKE: DAN CARTER! DAN CARTER!
BUT HYPERION ROLLS OUT OF THE WAY! VA’AIGA CAREENS OUT OF CONTROL PAST THE MAD TITAN! HYPERION FLASHES AN ARM OUT AND SCOOPS VA’AIGA’S LEG, USING THE MAORI’S TEMPORARY LACK OF BALANCE AGAINST HIM! THE MAORI CRASHES TO THE MAT!
Bonnie Jenkins: TWENTY MINUTES HAVE ELAPSED!
King: You can’t just have an advantage in this sort of a match. You need to convert it into a victory.
Hawke: Was that specifically a rugby joke?
King: I did my research, Jojo. Sue me.
Hyperion stands, MAD AS ALL HELL, and looks down at Va’aiga who is sprawled on the mat following his less than graceful landing. Lifting his boot into the air and bringing it down with tremendous force, Hype lays massive, meaty stomps into the not inconsiderable sides of his Maori opponent. Showing small signs of being worn down but in no significant way stopping, Hyperion grabs The Maori and hauls him to his feet. Hyperion kicks the stop sign that had been used on him earlier in the match into the center of the ring and locks Va’aiga in a standing head scissors.
Hawke: Is Hyperion thinking powerbomb? He can’t be. That’s a lot of weight to muscle around!
Hyperion grasps Va’aiga around the waist, struggling and straining with the massive weight he intends on shifting. One attempt at wrenching The Maori up leads to nothing but Hyperion’s grip slipping a little. Hype grits his teeth, reaffirms his grip and tries again. Again, Hype visually strains, the sheer force required being too much for even The Mad Titan. Va’aiga slips loose and stumbles backwards and The Titan King is on him within seconds, firing off right hand after right hand. Hype knees Va’aiga in the guts, reapplies the standing head scissors, grabs The Maori Badass’ waist again, hoists him up AND SMASHES VA’AIGA INTO THE MAT, CRASHING HIS SPINE STRAIGHT INTO THE STOP SIGN WITH A VICIOUS POWERBOMB!
Crowd: HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT!
Hawke: THREE HUNDRED TEN POUNDS HAULING THREE HUNDRED FIFTY POUNDS OF WRESTLER AROUND LIKE THEY WERE PAPERWEIGHTS! THAT WAS AN INCREDIBLE DISPLAY OF STRENGTH!
King: I’m entirely with the crowd on this one.
Hyperion stands and runs his hand through his hair, slicking it back with the build up of sweat. He looks down at Va’aiga and then spots that the referee is about to put a count on The Maori.
ONE!
Hyperion steps over the ropes to the outside and fetches a table from the ringside area which he sets up next to the apron.
TWO!
A pained looking Maori gets off the mat and up to a kneeling position as Hyperion steps back over into the ring and carries on. Hype waits for The Maori to regain his vertical base before slamming a fist right into Va’aiga’s breadbasket. The Maori nearly doubles up wiith the force of the blow and Hype wraps an arm around Va’aiga’s massive neck and snaps him down to the mat with a vicious DDT. Hype rolls back to his feet and stares down at his opponent…
ONE!
TWO!
Hawke: Do you think Va’aiga is going to last the next big move?
THREE!
FO.. Va’aiga slowly stands.
King: It’s not a matter of lasting the next big move, Jojo. It’s a matter of the big moves piling up.
Hyperion uses the breathing room that his Maori opponent is giving him to unfold the two chairs in the ring and set them up facing each other. The Mad Titan points at the chairs before grasping Va’aiga firmly around the waist. Hype hoists Va’aiga up onto his shoulder and spins out, adding a little extra torque to the impact of THROWING VA’AIGA BACK FIRST INTO THE CHAIRS! The Maori judders on the mat as pain shows across his tatooed face. The Mad Titan’s sneer is easy to read.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
FOUR!
FI.. Va’aiga stands up, slowly.
Hawke: What will it take Hyperion to put his opponent away?
King: Simple answer, Jojo? More than that.
A little frustrated, Hyperion charges in and fires a quick left-right-left combination at Va’aiga’s face. The Mad Titan looks around for weaponry as he continues his assault. Hype grabs for one of the chairs and grabs Va’aiga around the head with his free arm. With careful precision, Hype holds the chair vertical with one hand and sweeps Va’aiga’s legs out, dropping The Maori chin first across the cold steel of the chair. Va’aiga bounces backwards and lands on the mat with a thud.
ONE!
TWO!
Va’aiga makes a move like he is about to stand and Hyperion roars and flings any metal object he can find (of which there are several) onto Va’aiga’s chest, looking to bury The Maori amongst the detritus of the match…
THREE!
FOUR!
FIV.. VA’AIGA BUSTS FREE WITH AUTHORITY! STOP SIGNS AND CAN LIDS AND COOKIE SHEETS AND CHAIRS GO FLYING ABOUT THE RING AS VA’AIGA STANDS THE HELL UP!
Crowd: VAH-ING-UH! VAH-ING-UH!
Nearly clocked by a stray object, Hyperion looks FURIOUS. The Mad Titan throws a meaty right hand that smacks Va’aiga right in the face. Va’aiga breathes deeply, sucks up the pain and fires back with a right cross of his own! Hype throws a right hand…
Crowd: HYPE!
Va’aiga throws a right cross!
Crowd: VEE!
Hype throws a right!
Crowd: HYPE!
Va’aiga throws a right!
Crowd: VEE!
And both men close well within each other’s striking ranges and just WAIL away on each other, both throwing out of control yet effective strikes, using each other’s heads as makeshift punching bags! Hype grabs Va’aiga’s arm mid strike and hauls him across the ring, momentum aiding the Irish Whip. Va’aiga careens across the ring, bouncing off the ropes. Hyperion extends his arm out…
BUT VA’AIGA DOES THE SAME! THE MAORI BADASS STRIKES HYPERION’S CLOTHESLINING ARM WITH A VICIOUS, NASTY, EVIL, SHOULDER RIPPING, ARM CLIPPING LAAAAAAAARIIIIIIIAAAAAAAAAATOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Crowd: OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD!
Hawke: VA’AIGA JUST LARIATTED HYPERION’S FIRST PRINICPLE! IT’S WHITE HOT LARIAT ON LARIAT ACTION HERE AT BATTLE OF THE BEST!
King: I don’t envy the guys in this match. Both of them are going to be feeling this tomorrow morning.
Both men wheel away from the impact, clutching at their arms. Va’aiga is the first to react, shooting in for a back waistlock. He tries to lever Hyperion over with a German Suplex but his arm is still feeling the effects of the Lariat clash and he can’t get the purchase to hoist The Mad Titan over. Hype grunts and back elbows some space, sending The Maori backwards a couple of paces. Hype spins and grabs for Va’aiga, backing up towards the ropes, maybe looking to Railgun Belly to Belly Va’aiga over the ropes and through the table but this time it’s Hype who can’t get the purchase. However, with his good arm, Hype can still lift Va’aiga up and ONE HANDED SIDEWALK SLAMS VA’AIGA DOWN TO THE MAT!
Crowd: OOOOOOOOOOH!
Hawke: WOULD YOU LOOK AT THE STRENGTH OF HYPERION!
King: Both of these guys are powerhouses. And I can’t tear myself away from looking. And why would you want to?
Hyperion slaps his arm a few times, looking to force a little extra circulation back through it. The Mad Titan hauls The Maori back to his feet and grasps him firmly around the waist. Hyperion grits his teeth and arches backwards, sending Va’aiga SAILING OVER HYPE’S HEAD WITH A RAILGUN BELLY TO BELLY! Hype gets back to his feet quickly and stomps away at Va;aiga;s arm. Not waiting for the referee to start a count, Hype drags Va’aiga up again, grabs the waist and hits A SECOND RAILGUN BELLY TO BELLY!
Crowd: TWO!
On a roll now, Hype picks Va’aiga up again, grabs him by the waist again and THROWS HIM OVER HIS OWN HEAD AGAIN!
Crowd: THREE!
Hyperion wheels away and raises his arms triumphally but before the referee starts to count, the noise of the crowd tirggers something in his head…
Crowd: ONE MORE TIME! ONE MORE TIME! ONE MORE TIME!
Now The Mad Titan is never usually one to listen to the chattering of the crowd relative to what he decides to do. But this sounds incredibly like a good idea to him. Hype hauls Va’aiga up one more time. Hype’s grasp is tight (not that Va’aiga is particularly looking to break free, being more than a little stunned) and Hype growls as he falls backwards and FLINGS VA’AIGA OVER HIS HEAD AND HALFWAY ACROSS THE DAMN RING INTO A PILE OF METAL DETRITUS! The referee begins to count…
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
Hawke: Could this be it for Va’aiga?
FOUR!
FIVE!
King: I don’t see The Maori Badass getting out of this one.
SIX!
SEVEN!
EIGHT!
NI…. VA’AIGA GETS BACK TO HIS FEET!
Hawke: VA’AIGA IS UP! THIS MATCH WILL CONTINUE!
Crowd: VAH-ING-UH! VAH-ING-UH!
The look on Hyperion’s face is simultaneously frustration, anger and a little disappointment. He grasps for Va’aiga’s arm and slings The Maori into a corner. Hype follows in and thrusts his boot right into Va’aiga’s neck, choking the oversized Polynesian out with brute physical force. Va’aiga slumps against the corner and Hyperion backs off and grabs for a chair. The Titan King walks slowly over to the oppposite corner of the ring and CHARGES FULL SPEED ACROSS THE FULL DIAGONAL LENGTH OF THE RING AND BLASTS VA’AIGA UPSIDE THE HEAD WITH THE CHAIR! A cut opens up on Va’aiga’s head from where a bit of the angle of the chair connected with his forehead!
Hawke: Remember kids. Don’t try this at home. No. Really. Seriously. DO NOT try this at home.
Hype isn’t going to allow his opponent to get even the merest inch of room as he gets in real close with his opponent. With a level of strength that is near impossible to put into words, (but let’s go with inhuman. Inhuman works) Hyperion waits for Va’aiga to move out of the corner before ducking a little and picking The Maori up into a Fireman’s Carry. With a grunt of exertion The Titan King PRESSES THE THREE HUNDRED FIFTY POUND MAORI OOVER HIS HEAD WITH BOTH ARMS!
Crowd: HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT!
Then Hype lets the Maori back down to a resting position on his shoulders… BEFORE PRESSING HIM UP AGAIN! AND THEN HE REPEATS THE FEAT FOR A THIRD TIME! HYPE TAKES A BIG STRIDE FORWARD AND DROPS THE MAORI OUT OF THE SKY BELLY FIRST!
Hawke: OH MY GOD! THE STRENGTH OF HYPERION IS AMAZING!
King: I’d be at a loss for words if I wasn’t paid specifically to have words.
Walking away from Va’aiga, Hyperion allows the referee to start a count…
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
Hawke: Is this enough to put The Maori Badass down for good?
FOUR!
FIVE!
King: I think he’s stirring, Hawke. Va’aiga might not be out of this yet.
SI… Va’aiga gets up to a knee…
SEVEN!
EIGHT… AND STANDS UP!
Hawke: THIS MATCH MUST CONTINUE!
King: Calling this match is tiring me out, Jojo! I dread to think how the men in the ring feel!
Staring a hole right trough Va’aiga, Hyperion walks over to The Maori and hammers a couple of swift blows into his bleeding forehead. With Va’aiga looking fairly stunned, Hyperion applies another standing head scissors and the crowd goes silent in anticipation of another powerful powerbomb. But that isn’t the move on Hyperion’s mind as he grabs The Maori around the waist and holds him in a vertical position. Looking to end this, now, like REALLY now Hyperion sits down AND DRIVES VA’AIGA’S HEAD DIRECTLY INTO THE MAT!
Hawke: PILEDRIVER!
AND VA’AIGA NO SELLS THE DAMN MOVE AND STANDS STRAIGHT BACK UP AGAIN! VA’AIGA USES THE SPACE HE HAS AND CHARGES IN, BLASTING HYPERION WITH A SKULL CRACKING, HEAD SMACKING, ONRUSHING, HEAD CRUSHING, LAAAAAAAAAARIIIIIIIIIIIAAAAAAAAATOOOOOOOO! HYPERION DROPS TO THE MAT! VA’AIGA SLUMPS TO THE MAT HIMSELF!
Hawke: THE LARIAT! THE LARIAT! THE LARIAT! BOTH MEN ARE DOWN!
ONE!
TWO!
Crowd: VAH-ING-UH! VAH-ING-UH!
THREE!
FOUR!
Crowd: HY-PERI-ON! HY-PERI-ON!
FIVE!
SIX!
SEVEN!
Hyperion gets to a knee!
EIGHT!
Va’aiga gets to a knee!
NINE!
TE… BOTH MEN RETURN TO A STANDING POSITION!
Hawke: This has been one hell of a vicious match.
King: It’s had everything. Everything expect a winner.
Hawke: Who do you think is going to win, King?
King: It’s impossible to tell, it really is.
Bonnie Jenkins: FORTY MINUTES HAVE ELAPSED!
Hyperion closes in, throwing vicious strikes to unbalance The Maori. Va’aiga bobs and weaves, trying to lessen the impact of the blows before firing back a couple of his own. Hype looks to hook in a front chancery, setting up a suplex but Va’aiga pushes Hype off, staggering the Mad Titan. With Hyperion leaning slightly forwards, Va’aiga takes a big step forwards and slams Hype into a standing head scissors. Va’aiga turns slightly, lining himself up for something. Showing that he isn’t the only man in the match with remarkable physical strength, VA’AIGA HAULS HYPERION UP ONTO HIS SHOULDERS! VA’AIGA EXTENDS HYPE’S LEFT ARM… THEN HIS RIGHT… AND THEN CHARGES TOWARDS THE RING ROPES AND LAUNCHES HYPERION TO THE OUTSIDE, OVER THE ROPES AND CRASHING THROUGH A TABLE!
Crowd: HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT
Hawke: SOUTHERN CROSS BOMB! THROUGH A TABLE!
Pausing for the referee to begin a count, Va’aiga takes some heavy breaths, considering his next move.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
FOUR!
FI… Hype gets to a knee.
SIX!
SEV… Hype gets back to a standing position.
Hawke: Hyperion is up. Can this man EVER be put down?
King: Our survey says no, Jojo.
Showing a reckless disregard for his own body, Va’aiga grasps the top rope firmly and checks Hyperion’s position. With a little hop, VA’AIGA USES THE ROPE TO HAUL HIMSELF OVER AND NAILS HYPERION WITH THE UGLIEST DAMN SLINGSHOT PLANCHA YOU WILL EVER SEE IN YOUR LIFE!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
FOUR!
FIVE… Va’aiga gets up first.
SIX!
SEV… and Hyperion gets up as well. Va’aiga rustles around under the ring for something and PULLS OUT A LADDER!
Hawke: Is Va’aiga going to climb that ladder?
King: We’ve seen some highly improbable things in this match. I don’t think we’re up for the impossible yet.
Va’aiga jabs Hyperion with the ladder a couple of times, pinning Hype against the ring apron. The Maori backs off and give the ladder a big swing, smacking Hyperion on the side of his head and Hyperion drops like a stone to the ringside mats. Va’aiga turns away from Hyperion and holds the ladder upright before GRABBING THE INSIDE OF THE STEEL AND SUPLEXING THE LADDER ONTO THE FALLEN HYPERION! VA’AIGA GETS TO HIS FEET AND CHARGES, HITTING A RUNNING SENTON ONTO THE LADDER WITH HYPERION UNDERNEATH IT!
Hawke: That’s it. Hyperion’s ribs have to be completely crushed.
As Va’aiga takes another look under the ring apron for something, the referee begins to count…
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
FOUR!
FIVE!
SIX… with a HUGE clatter Hyperion presses the ladder and it flies off in a random direction. Hype sits up.
SEVEN!
EIG… and Hype stands up.
Crowd: FIGHT FOR-EVER! FIGHT FOR-EVER!
King: These are two wrestlers that probably could fight forever. And given the chance they would.
Hype walks over towards Va’aiga and GETS THE STAFF PART OF A JADE TIPPED SPEAR WRAPPED ACROSS HIS RIBS FOR HIS TROUBLES! Va’aiga stands a raises his spear to the skies to a huge pop from the crowd!
Hawke: Va’aiga has brought his Taiaha! He’s tapping fully into his Maori side tonight!
Holding the Taiaha across Hyperion’s chest, Va’aiga falls backwards, dropping Hyperion back first with a sweep.
Hawke: What do we call that? Side Maori Legsweep?
Va’aiga shifts position so he is seated behind where Hype is laying and The Maori grabs Hyperion around the neck, clutching tight. Hype’s eyes are nearly popping out of his skull as Va’aiga lifts his spear up in his other hand and DRIVES THE JADE POINT INTO HYPERION’S FOREHEAD! The Maori Badass uses the tip of his spear to open up a cut and then works the cut for a good few seconds, opening it up until the blood flow is obvious to the crowd. Va’aiga wipes the blood off his own face before lifting the spear point away from Hyperion’s head and giving it a lick for effect.
Crowd: YOU SICK FUCK! YOU SICK FUCK!
Hawke: It looks like Va’aiga didn’t want to be the only man wearing the crimson mask in this match.
King: With this stipulation, how could you not expect it to end up soaked in blood?
Rolling clear of his opponent, Va’aiga makes enough space to give him room to peel back the ringside mat, exposing the cold concrete floor underneath. Va’aiga smiles evilly as Hyperion slowly gets to his feet. Hype walks over towards The Maori, hatred briming in his eyes but The Maori quickly toe kicks The Mad Titan in the stomach and ducks low, swiftly lifting Hyperion into a Fireman’s Carry. Va’aiga composes himself and SWINGS HYPERION’S BODY OUT, GRASPING THE BACK OF HIS HEAD WHEN HYPE IS PERPENDICULAR AND DRIVING THE MAD TITAN FACE FIRST INTO THE CONCRETE!
Hawke: ALL BLACKOUT! ALL BLACKOUT ON THE COLD, UNFORGIVING CONCRETE FLOOR!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
FOUR!
Va’aiga is stalking like a master hunter. It’s not clear whether even HE believes that Hyperion will stay down…
FIVE!
SIX!
SEV… Hyperion gets up!
Hawke: What does it take to stop The Mad Titan?
King: You could run him over with a truck. That might work.
Hawke: Might?
King: Might.
Pissed off that he hasn’t been able to put Hyperion down for the ten count, Va’aiga grabs Hype with both arms and slings him roughly back into the ring. The Maori follows Hyperion in and continues stalking him, waiting for a moment to strike. Va’aiga kicks some of the crap that litters the ring away from the corner and watches Hyperion closely. As Hyperion gets to his feet, Va’aiga closes the gap and lifts him into a front catch position, LEAPING INTO THE AIR AND SQUASHING THE TITAN KING ON THE MAT, HIS FULL BODY WEIGHT ON TOP!
Hawke: THE MAORI DROP! THE MAORI DROP!
King: Does this mean?
Hype is lying there, sucking wind. Va’aiga hauls himself onto the bottom turnbuckle...
Crowd: VAH-ING-UH! VAH-ING-UH!
...and then the second turnbuckle. Hyperion is still not stirring, feeling the effects of Va’aiga’s out of the ring assault...
King: He’s not gonna? Is he?
Hawke: He might.
King: Sometimes I guess you just have to take big risks.
… and then to the top turnbuckle… Va’aiga turns and looks down at his fallen opponent and LEAPS OFF THE TOP TURNBUCKLE, USING HIS ARMS TO CORK UP AND UNCORK HIS BODY IN THE LEAST GRACEFUL FROG SPLASH YOU WILL SEE FOR AS ONG AS YOU LIVE!
Hawke: P.O.P!
AND HYPERION ROLLS OUT OF THE WAY! VA’AIGA HITS THE CANVAS WITH A SICKENING THUD!
King: And sometimes when you risk it all, you risk losing it all!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
FOUR!
FIVE… Hyperion stands up.
SIX!
SEVEN!
EIGHT!
NI… VA’AIGA STANDS UP!
Both groggy, both worn down by the intense physical atmosphere of the match, The Maori and The Titan walk towards each other. Hyperion throws a left. Va’aiga throws a left. Hyperion throws a right. Va’aiga throws a right. Va’aiga just flat headbutts Hyperion and the blood stained faces of both men collide, sending a spray of red arcing away from the collision. Both men grab for each others’ shoulders, as much for the support to stay standing as anything else. A slugfest of tired punches breaks out.
Hawke: This has been a gruelling encounter. Neither man is at 100%.
King: I doubt either man is at 25% This is the sort of match that takes it all out of you.
One big right hand from Va’aiga sends Hyperion into a half spin as as he wheels away, Va’aiga sneaks in behind and lifts him up for a back suplex before DRIVING Hyperion down into the mat, staining the canvas red.
ONE!
TWO!
Hyperion near pops to his feet and the crowd ROARS! Hype slides in behind Va’aiga as The Maori stands and turns a back suplex position into a Torture Rack Suplex!
ONE!
TWO!
Va’aiga gets to his feet double quick and the crowd ROARS AGAIN! Hyperion and Va’aiga stare holes through each other, neither concerned about the blood dripping from their foreheads. Hype extends his hand towards Va’aiga’s neck and locks in a choke hold…
Hawke: THE HIGH ONE!
...but Va’aiga responds by extending his own arm under Hyperion’s chin and applying a Tongan Death Grip!
King: One guy goes for a chokeslam, the other guy goes for the Tongan Chokeslam. It’s like these two behemoths are thinking along exactly the same lines.
Neither man has the power to muscle the other one up while trapped in the chokes and nerve holds that are going off. Va’aiga breaks the stalemate with a rough toe kick to Hyperion’s gut and as Hyperion staggers back towards the ropes, Va’aiga launches in with ANOTHER RUGBY TACKLE! Va’aiga rolls away but Hype is back on his feet before the referee can even start a count!
Hawke: Where IS Hyperion getting his reserves from?
King: I don’t know. I’m not sure I want to know.
Hype scurries (insomuch as a man Hyperion’s size CAN scurry) and leans down to mat level to grab Va’aiga. Hype shows all his guts and strength and DEADLIFTS A THREE HUNDRED FIFTY POUND MAN INTO A GERMAN SUPLEX!
Crowd: OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD!
ONE!
TWO!
TH.. VA’AIGA IS BACK UP! Va’aiga ducks his head as Hyperion charges in and lifts him into a Fireman’s Carry, falling backwards and driving Hype’s back to the mat wtih the weight of The Maori’s massive shoulders into Hype’s chest!
Hawke: SAMOAN DROP!
King: It’s like a tour of Polynesia every time Va’aiga wrestles.
HYPE DOES NOT EVEN STAY DOWN FOR A ONE COUNT!
Crowd: BOTH THESE GUYS! BOTH THESE GUYS!
Hyperion charges in and wraps Va’aiga’s stomach up, bending backwards and HURLING Va’aiga over his head with a HUMONGOUS RAILGUN BELLY TO BELLY…
AND VA’AIGA DOES NOT EVEN STAY DOWN FOR A ONE COUNT EITHER! Both men back up a little before CHARGING in at each other throwing felts and rights with little technique our care behind them. Hyperion gets the better of the opening exchanges, possessing maybe a touch more raw power the his Maori opponent but Va’aiga remembers that, hey he’s actually TRAINED at this shit and squares up properly hitting a nice left jab…
Crowd: ONE!
And a second left jab…
Crowd: TWO!
And a third…
Crowd: THREE!
And a kiss of the fist…
Crowd: OooooooooooOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAH!
AND A MASSIVE JAW JUDDERING RIGHT HOOK THAT SENDS HYPERION BACKWARDS OUT OF CONTROL A FEW PRECIOUS STEPS! And those of you who know, know what comes next… A THROW OF THE SHAKA SIGN!
Crowd: BOO-YAH!
Va’aiga, given a little clearance charges at full steam towards Hyperion. He extends his arm one last time and crashes full speed into Hyperion’s bloodied face with the VICIOUS, EVIL, NASTY, I DON’T CARE IF YOU’RE A GOD YOU’LL DROP LIKE THE REST LAAAAAAAAAARIIIIIIAAAAAAAAATOOOOOOOOOO! HYPERION SPINS WITH THE FORCE OF THE BLOW BUT DOESN’T GO DOWN! HE REFLEXIVELY EXTENDS AN ARM AND CLOCK VA’AIGA FULL IN THE FACE WITH A SPINNING FIRST PRINCIPLE! BOTH MEN DROP LIKE STONES TO THE MAT!
ONE!
Hawke: THE LARIAT! FIRST PRINCIPLE!
King: It's clotheslines all around tonight!
TWO!
Crowd: VAH-ING-UH! VAH-ING-UH!
THREE!
Crowd: HYP-ERI-ON! HYP-ERI-ON!
FOUR!
Hawke: Can either man get to their feet?
FIVE!
SIX!
King: I don’t know, Jojo. It’s been a hell of an match for both these guys.
SEVEN… Hyperion gets up to one knee...
EIGHT… Va’aiga gets up to one knee...
Crowd: BOTH THESE GUYS! BOTH THESE GUYS!
NINE!
DING DING DING!
Both men stand up and try to re-engage but the referee stops them.
King: What just happened? I didn’t hear the referee call ten!
Hawke: I don’t know, King. let’s throw it to Bonnie.
Bonnie Jenkins: The result of this match is a TIME LIMIT DRAW!
Crowd: Five more minutes! Five more minutes!
Hawke: I don’t think either of these guys have five more minutes to give.
King: I mean, if it was offered they’d probably take it. But then these are two proud individuals.
Hyperion tries to charge at Va’aiga but the referee is desperately trying to keep the two apart. Hyperion simply grabs the referee around the throat and CHOKESLAMS HIS MISERABLE ASS DOWN HARD!
Hawke: The High One on the referee? Hyperion in out of control!
Security begins to flood the ring, the first three or four members to hit being levelled by punches from either Hyperion or Va’aiga. Finally when they can get the numbers in their favour (around an eight to one advantage) they being to usher Va’aiga up the entrance ramp and away from the in ring scene of carnage. Va’aiga shouts back up the entrance ramp.
Va’aiga: HYPERION? THIS AIN’T OVER, BRAH! THIS AIN’T OVER.
(Play until 2:31)
The spotlights go out, leaving the lights shining down onto the stage still turned on. “O Fortuna” begins to play, two lines of men dressed in Roman Empire clothing walk out onto the stage and down the ramp. As they finish walking down the ramp, smoke begins to fill the stage and a throne, alas to The Iron Throne, rises from the floor of the stage and sitting on the throne is “The Iconic Prince” covered in head to toe with gold. The XHF Tag Team Championship draped along his shoulder and a long and golden sword rests in his hands, a crown sitting on top of his head. The music dies down and everyone is left in silence, everyone is seen with their phones in their hands as the take photos and videos of the sight they’re seeing.
King: This is amazing...
Hawke: I have chills. Literal chills.
Inception then hits the PA and the crowd have exploded, the lights don a golden hue as Maverick stands from his throne, finally getting a good look at his attire for the night. A long cape-like robe is seen worn by Maverick as he slowly makes his way down to the ring and past the armada he’s brought with him. The robe slides behind him as he gets to the end of the line, the two in front help Maverick take the robe and the crown off and he makes his way to the ring with the sword still in his hand. He walks around the ring, his expression like a man laser-focused on the goal. He climbs to the apron, raising his Championship up high and the sword going across his throat. He finally enters the ring as Bonnie Jenkins explains the rules.
Bonnie Jenkins: The following contest is a Three Stages of Superiority Match! This match will consist of a normal one on one match, a No Disqualification Match and a Last Man Standing Match if the third fall is needed. If Maverick wins, he will be crowned the AXW Undisputed Champion and is Anthony Caffrey wins, he will take claim to The Diamond Lounge.
Maverick stands in the middle of the ring, awaiting for his introduction.
Bonnie Jenkins: Introducing first, the challenger. Hailing from Wexford Town, Co Wexford, Ireland and residing in Canton, Ohio. Standing at 5 foot and 10 inches, weighing in tonight at 192 pounds. He is one half of the current XHF Tag Team Champions, representing The AWF Icons. He is The Mercenary, The XHF Legend Killer, The Godslayer, The XHF’s Best Kept Secret, and would like to be known tonight as The Emperor Slayer…
Maverick gives off a smirk at that added in nickname.
Bonnie Jenkins: He is The Iconic Prince... MAAAAAAAAAVERIIIIIIIIIIIICKKKKKKKK!
Maverick points the sword to the camera and raises the title up to his head, in a stance like he’s ready to attack. He stands his ground, heading into his corner and placing the championship and his sword down to the mat for ring crew to collect. He then stands in the center of the ring and looks up the ramp as he waits for Anthony Caffrey to enter.
King: Tonight is the night that Maverick proves himself as a World Class Wrestler! I feel it in me, Hawke.
Hawke: I don't know, King. This is too much of a challenge, the odds are in favor of Caffrey and not Maverick but only time can tell.
The camera pans out over the crowd as the lights go out. Strategically placed all over the Red Rocks Amphitheater are little electric lights, which are all turned on at once. The lights reveal a large group of men and women incorporated into the crowd, all wearing suits. At the wave of the hand of a bespectacled leader, it becomes clear that these men and women are armed as they all take up their weapon of choice.
The camera reveals that they’re armed... with musical instruments. The lights reveal that the performers spread out among the thousands of fans are each holding their own string instruments, such as violins, violas, or cellos. Another wave of the hand from the conductor in front of them, a young and sharply dressed man in the full conductor attire, including a sharp black tuxedo. We can not see his face as he waves his hand again, this time to get them to begin playing.
They begin to play “My Songs Know What You Did in the Dark” on their many musical instruments. It becomes clear that by the sheer volume of performers that the entire arena is being organically filled by the sound as we wait for the AXW Undisputed Champion to arrive.
When the song reaches its second fast paced crescendo for the chorus, the conductor turns around. The man leading the artistic endeavor is none other than the man of the hour, Anthony Caffrey. He stands with his arms outstretched as the camera pans to also capture the barrage of fireworks shooting off above the crowd. They keep exploding as Caffrey smiles his sinister smile. He reveals that his wrists are taped up with the message “Happy Father’s Day” on them.
Caffrey sheds his conductor’s outfit to reveal dark red tights with the phrase “Bow to The Best” written on the back of them. He grabs his AXW Undisputed Championship off the music stand and heads for the ring as the orchestra continues to play over the sound of thousands of booing fans.
Bonnie Jenkins: And his opponent, the Champion. Hailing from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. Standing at 6'4" and weighing in tonight at 223 pounds. He is The Unlegend, The Sixty Minute Man, The Perfect Asshole and The Man With No Heart. He is the current, reigning AXW Undisputed Champion. He is The Wrestling Emperor... ANTHONYYYYYYY CAFFFFREYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!
When Caffrey arrives to the ring, he does as he’s always done. He points at Maverick, then at his ankle, and makes a snapping motion, before running up the ring steps. He stops for a few moments to appreciate the enormity of the scene, and that he’s gotten what he’s always wanted: a main event match, and a chance to beat the everloving hell out of Maverick at the same time.
He takes a look at his championship and eyes it very closely, cherishing every waking moment of having it its possession. He stares at the nameplate for an extra few seconds before giving it a kiss and handing it to the timekeeper. Gone are the awe and spectacle in his eyes, as looking at his opponent instead fills him with the necessary hatred and motivation to get the job done. He leans on his corner and stares across the ring as he waits for the bell to ring.
King: You can tell that Caffrey is scared.
Hawke: It's his prized possession, Maverick's been known as someone who can take the title away from Caffrey.
DING DING!
The bell rings and the two warriors stand one on one, opposite in both facing one another and mentality. One thing however appears to be true and that's their claim that they are the best. The two slowly circle around one another as they begin to start the match with a BIG OOMPH! The two circle around and chime in with a BIG lock up! The two struggle with one another as they both try to test each other - and that's what it is. They aren't trying to overpower one another. They're not throwing out the big guns. They're simply learning about each other, about each other's tactics. They try to learn about their strengths and their weaknesses. The two are looking at each other in the eyes and begin to ask each other one very important question - When will the shit hit the fans? The fans are looking down, beaming with excitement.
King: This is going to be one amazing show. I just know it!
Hawke: These two are among the best in the business today. Maybe ever. Whatever happens, we all know it's going to be filled with a great wrestling match we'll all enjoy.
That's when Maverick goes down! ...As in, he drops to his knees! He lifts Caffrey over his shoulders and flips him over with a fireman's carry, but the AXW Undisputed Champion finds his way to his feet. He spins around to catch Maverick as he gets back to his feet. Maverick rises to find Caffrey captured both arms and finds himself in a full nelson. The fans start to get loud! Anthony Caffrey is known for many things, and one of them is being a great submission artist! Maverick grins. He knows that Caffrey has a full nelson sleeper finisher, but he knows he can get himself out of it before Caffrey can convert. Maverick falls down onto his ass, slipping his arms out of the hold! He immediately creates some space for himself as he somersaults forward. As he gets up, he finds Caffrey running right toward him, giving him no room to relax! Maverick's ready for this. He bends over and lifts Caffrey over the ropes! WAIT! Maverick didn't do that! No! Anthony Caffrey kicked Maverick in the face, sending him to the floor! Maverick wipes the boot scum off his face as he looks up to Caffrey, smirking like the asshole he is.
King: The excitement in this match is reaching new heights! Maverick thought he had Caffrey's number, but Anthony Caffrey is the champion for a reason!
Hawke: It's all about bringing each other to their limits, but I imagine we have much more in store from these two.
Caffrey allows time for Maverick to get to his feet. He knows he could take the cheap route and in most cases, it's something he actually would do. But he knows that sometimes it's more damaging to show your opponent some mercy. Anthony Caffrey knows that Maverick is a prideful man and that it's going to cause a lot of pain and suffering to know that Maverick is on his feet - not because he fought his way up there, but because his opponent allowed to to. Maverick gets up, and he knows that Caffrey did this intentionally. Deliberately. Purposefully. Maverick brushes the dirt of his shoulder and approaches Maverick. Maverick looks up, and stares. Caffrey disrespected Maverick once, and Maverick repays all acts of disrespect. Well, there's one more to repay as the AXW Undisputed Champion throws ANOTHER slap across the face of the Iconic Prince. Maverick turns back after his face was pushed away. Everyone knows what's coming and the tension is so thick, it turns seconds to minutes.
King: HE DID NOT! Caffrey! Did you know what you have just done!?
Hawke: He did just what he has always done - just what he wanted.
There's no surprised to what Maverick did. Maverick shoved a heavy fist right across Caffrey's face. The punch to the face that may have quite possibly been Maverick's more relieving moment of his life sent Caffrey to the floor, and Maverick did not waste a second in capitalizing on it. Maverick pounced on Anthony Caffrey to send even more serious blows, but Caffrey wisely used the momentum against him and with a well played kick, Maverick gets sent flying over. Maverick is propped upside down against one of the corners and Caffrey laughs as he rises up from the ground. Maverick gets up and leans back against the turnbuckle, as if he's forcing himself to keep his cool so he doesn't just act out of anger and against his greater interests. Maverick takes a deep breath as he pushes himself off from the corner and toward the center of the ring. He raises his arms, as if he was going for a lockup - the kind that usually begins at the beginning of matches. Caffrey cocks his head, a little confused, but very intrigued.
King: What's he doing here? This isn't like Maverick.
Hawke: Well what he was doing didn't work either. It's either you pay attention and fix what doesn't work, or just roll over and let your opponent pin you. Maverick chose the option that does sound like him. He's finding out a strategy that does work, and he's sticking to the fundamentals.
Anthony Caffrey is skeptical. But hey, he knows that he's a submissionist at heart and that he can out-maneuver Maverick any day of the week. At least, that's the thought going through his head. Caffrey and Maverick lunge forward - but it's a fake! As Caffrey moves forward, Maverick shoves a fist into his gut. Caffrey doubles over and Maverick throws Caffrey by the shoulders and throws him backwards to the mat. Maverick runs up to the turnbuckle and climbs it. Run-up Moonsault! Caffrey sees that coming and he rolls out of the ring - but Maverick lands on his feet! By the time Caffrey rolls out of the ring fully and gets to his feet, the first thing he sees is Maverick suicide diving between the middle and top rope! Caffrey's eye grow wide, shocked. They both go down! The people actually cheer for Maverick! The tides are turning!
King: Maverick managed to turn the tables! I thought he was going to change his strategy!
Hawke: Well he looked like he was going to. Anthony is a submission wrestler, and Maverick is a high flyer. He couldn't keep up with Caffrey when it came to holds so he had to play to his weaknesses, and that's cockiness. He made Caffrey think that he was interested in grappling and threw him an offer that he couldn't refuse. It turned out to be a bait and switch tactic and he brought Caffrey to his yard now. Now let's see if Maverick can keep him there.
The referee is in the ring, doing his job and counting the ring out counts. Maverick doesn't care about the counts. He has Caffrey right where he wants him and he has nine full seconds to beat him in a pulp before he can quickly slide into the ring and secure that first fall.
...One!
Maverick begins to throw those heavy-hitting right fists. Caffrey takes the first few punches, but on the third, he uses his left arm to block Maverick's fists. He begins to push Maverick off, but the Iconic Prince uses gravity to anchor him back down.
...Two!
Caffrey tries to kick Maverick off of him, but there's no momentum to aid him this time. He's not finding much of a way to muscle his way out, but he can still block the punches Mav shoves over that way. They've reached an impasse of sorts. That is, until, Caffrey begins to turn the match around once more by playing to his strengths. He uses his right arm and hooks it around Maverick's neck. Caffrey begins to squeeze himself out, and grabs his arm. He's contorting himself to...
King: Crossface! Anthony Caffrey is getting himself into a submission move! He's forging his way into a new path! He truly is the Man of a Thousand Holds!
Hawke: Please don't give him any ideas. His ego is big enough already.
...Four!
Maverick begins to scream. He's feeling the pain. His cries are muffled by the proximity to Caffrey's arm. He's looking around. He's struggling. He's looking for an exit. This is something that would really be aided by the ropes, but on the outside, that isn't really much of an option.
...Five!
Anthony Caffrey is really putting a lot of torque into the crossface. He's trying, and he's pulling, and he's putting the pain in. This is something where most men would tap, most wrestlers even. Some may even pass out at this point if they didn't tap anyway, but not Maverick. No, he's here to win. He's not going to lose one fall, nevermind two.
...Six!
Caffrey normally has fun with these submission, but this is causing way too much difficulty than it should. He's beginning to get bored, annoyed. He's actually beginning to yell to Maverick. "TAP OUT!" But Maverick is staying still. Strong. Determined.
...Seven!
Caffrey begins to get annoyed. He's almost at nine. Caffrey's putting all his strength's to his arms. Well, that's where he fucked up. Maverick begins roaring with all his might and tenacity. He slips his arm out from between Caffrey's legs. He plants his hand to the floor with so much strength most people would think that he was punching the floor. Maverick continues his scream as in one fluid movement, he finds his legs back to the ground and lifts Anthony Caffrey over his shoulders. DEATH VALLEY DRIVER!
King: MAVERICK ESCAPED CAFFREY'S HOLD! HE MAY HAVE JUST WON THIS FALL!
Hawke: I... I didn't think he had that in him.
...Eight!
Maverick looks down at Anthony Caffrey, and he's not exactly jumping to his feet. Maverick knows that an opportunity like this doesn't happen every day. He does the smart thing and rolls into the ring. Meanwhile, Anthony Caffrey is rolling to his stomach, trying desperately to get to his feet.
...Nine!
Anthony Caffrey is on one knee and he's very well aware of the situation. His face is red. Maverick's staring at him. He wants him to stay outside the ring, for his sake. Anthony finally makes his way to his feet. He leaps forward, but his knees buckles!
...Ten!
No! Caffrey manages to land in the ring before the ten count is called, even despite the exhaustion!
King: Caffrey managed to get into the ring! He is determined!
Hawke: He is AXW Undisputed Champion for a reason. Just so you know, folks, this match has gone on for seventeen minutes, and we are still in the first fall! ...but for how long?
Maybe not for much longer! Maverick hooks Anthony Caffrey's leg, and goes for the first pinfall. The referee goes in for the pin:
...One!
...Two!
...Kickout!
Maverick looks disappointed. Frustrated. Caffrey is like an annoying mosquito and as often as you slap him, he still is going for your blood. Maverick gets up and circles around the other side of Anthony Caffrey. Slowly, but surely, Anthony Caffrey fights his way to his feet. Maverick slams his foot onto the mat. He's preparing for his Icon Kick superkick! Anthony Caffrey turns around. Maverick lunges forward! But Anthony Caffrey ducks and rolls Maverick up with a schoolboy! Maverick begins kicking, but unbeknowst to the referee, Caffrey pulls on the tight and uses the ropes for leverage! The referee doesn't see!
...One!
...Two!
...THREE!
Bonnie Jenkins: The winner of the first fall at 19:42 by pinfall is Anthony Caffrey!
King: Maverick! He was cheated! Swindled! He was kicking out! I saw him!
Hawke: Well, the referee didn't see it that way, and now not only does Maverick have to out-wrestle Caffrey in the next two falls, this upcoming fall is a submissions match - which is Caffrey's specialty match.
It's almost like Maverick heard the words straight from Joey Hawke's mouth. He gets up, pissed but understanding the position he's put into. His eyes are wide. He's pissed, ticked off, but knowing he's feeling like a baby seal in a tank full of sharks. Anthony Caffrey is tired, absolutely. So is Maverick, but when the AXW Undisputed Champion gets to his feet, he manages to find the energy to give his opponent a little bow, as if he was putting on a show. Maverick stares forward. He is not amused.
King: Well what else is there to say, but... the show must go on?
Hawke: Well this is the main event, the final act. If Maverick has any cards up his sleeves, he could use an ace right about now.
Maverick knows the odds are stacked against him, but he also knows he won't be winning the match by standing there and doing nothing. Maverick just has to bring the match to his yard. Maverick runs after Anthony Caffrey and ducks an easy clothesline. Caffrey immediately turns around. Maverick jumps onto the ropes and springboards off. Caffrey moves forward with a clothesline, but lands OUTSIDE of the ring. He ducks. Caffrey cocks his head. He isn't exactly sure what kind of game he's playing, but he's keeping his eyes open. Then Maverick goes UNDER the ring.
King: What's he doing? Don't be a coward! Fight him!
Hawke: Do you want to try doing that to Caffrey? See how that goes.
Caffrey stands in the center of the ring. He's not sure what Maverick is doing. He knows that Maverick is sneaky, and has some sort of plan up his sleeve, but he also knows that by standing in the very center of the ring, he couldn't be snuck up on. And he's right! He heard Maverick coming up from behind him - or rather, the uproar from the crowd clued him in. Maverick came in with a steel chair in hand! Remember - in this type of match, the only way to win this match is by tapping out or verbally quitting. This inherently means that it is is a no disqualification type of match!
King: Maverick's got a steel chair! Caffrey is going to be in a world of pain!
Hawke: Keep your eyes open. He sees him.
Maverick slides underneath the ring, and the AXW Undisputed Champion is well prepared for this. He's beginning to stomp on Maverick while on the horizontal basis. The Iconic Prince is using the chair as a means of cover, but the chair is instead connecting to his head! Maverick didn't think this through too well! He's gritting and taking the pain in stride. He's rising to his feet, and Anthony Caffrey's making the most of this. To cause the most pain, he needs to boost up the most amount of momentum. As he boosts forward, Maverick charges forward with the chair! ...but he throws it! With so much going on all at once, Caffrey's instincts kicks in. He catches the chair. Caffrey moves the chair to see his opponent in front of him. However, what he sees are a shiny pair of brass knuckles! BOOM! Anthony Caffrey gets knocked down to the floor!
Hawke: WOW! Smart thinking from Caff! He may not be a submissionist, but if Anthony Caffrey can't move, he can't actually stop himself from being in a position where he may tap out.
King: AND I SEE BLOOD! CAFFREY IS BUSTED OPEN!
Desperate times calls for desperate measures, and Maverick wasn't pulling any punches. It only took one punch from Maverick to take down Anthony Caffrey and cause him to bleed. Maverick was that pissed. But Maverick's not done yet! He goes to the corner. He's sticking his leg out. He's stomping on the ground, just like he did before. The people are gasping. He knows what he wants to do, and he knows it's just what was trying to be done before! Even Joey Hawke and Jerry Lawler are looking to each other. Is this really going to happen!? Anthony Caffrey momentarily is in a funk. He doesn't even know what's going on with Maverick. He's just going through the blood on his face, realizing his own mortality.
King: No, Maverick - no! This won't work! This isn't even a submission move!
Hawke: But on the other hand, I don't think Caffrey is in a position to do a damn thing about it. Let's see what happens.
Anthony Caffrey is slowly rising to the feet, but everyone is looking at the AWF star. The original icon. STOMP. STOMP. STOMP-STOMP-STOMP. The tempo increases as Caffrey rises to his feet. He turns around.
ICONKICK!
Caffrey falls over with a spin!
...While HOLDING Caffrey's foot! He caught the kick! He caught the kick! Maverick hits the floor as Anthony Caffrey is expertly locking in the CAL or as he affectionately calls it, the Caffrey Ankle Lock! Maverick knows exactly what's about to come, and he knows it isn't going to be fun. Caffrey is still adjusting to fully lock in the move, trying to capture the momentum and use it to his advantage. Maverick begins to groan in torment and anguish. His arm is stretched out and he's already feeling like he's about to tap out. Anthony Caffrey is caught up in his own hype and begins screaming on his end.
King: No! NO! This is EXACTLY what Maverick worked so hard to AVOID! All his elaborate planning. For nothing!
Hawke: If Maverick submits now, he loses the match right here! Maverick stays in the AWF and Caffrey gets the Diamond Lounge!
Anthony Caffrey puts on the pressure. Maverick looks at the ropes. He's right there. He's right at the ropes. Maverick reaches. And reaches. HE GRABS THE ROPES! The referee rushes in and he does his job. He begins counting!
...ONE!
...TWO!
...THREE!
...FOUR!
...FIVE!
Wait. ...Five?! Anthony Caffrey is still holding on! The rope break means nothing! The referee knows he can't disqualify him. This is a no disqualifications match! Maverick is no longer grunting. He's screaming. But he still has strength! He's trying to use the ropes to his advantage. Caffrey sees this. He doesn't think Maverick can do much with it, but he's not taking any chances. He pulls back and brings Maverick toward the center of the ring. He keeps moving, and moving. Then - out of the blue, Maverick flings his arm backwards. The brass knucks! He throws it at Caffrey, and it hits him in the face! Caffrey stumbles for a moment and winces... but he still has a hold onto Maverick! In fact, to punish him, he grabs a hold and torques on that joint even more. Maverick isn't even trying to hide his pain. It's nearly difficult to watch. Even a mother attempts cover her child's ears and eyes as this type of hurt is not something for the faint of heart.
King: Quit now, Maverick! Live to fight for another day!
Hawke: I've been with the XHF now for a long time and there are few moments like this, where someone's this broken. For once, I agree with you. Maverick should quit this. He's a real trooper and he's dealing with his main foot being hurt as badly as it is, and should be commended for his bravery. But... I mean, this match has now gone on for well over half an hour, but come on! Think long term!
Maverick's face is flushed. His veins are nearly popping out of his forehead and neck. He's desperate. He's willing to do something - ANYTHING to get out. His arms is outstretched. The referee is repeatedly asking him if he wants to quit. Maverick's pissed off every time he's being asked, but isn't in a position where he can do anything about it. Caffrey's just yelling. "QUIT, MAV. QUIT!" Maverick is moving around. He pushes himself off the ground in a pushup-like stance, and Caffrey reacts in turn. He adjusts his grip. That's when Maverick goes for the strike! He rolls forward, and shoots his opponent straight forward! Caffrey is sent to the turnbuckle and hits nothing but steel!
King: Wait! An exposed turnbuckle! What just happened! Where did that turnbuckle go!?
Hawke: Oh... My... God.
King: ...What?
Hawke: It was in the first round. Anthony Caffrey kicked Maverick so he was laying upside down against the turnbuckle. He sure spent a long time there. Now I know why.
King: I mean. He was upside down. You try that!
Hawke: Jerry, I'm no wrestler. Maverick is. He's quite possibly the fastest wrestler in the XHF Network today and he has been focusing on this match, working hard, since this match was announced. There's no way he spent all that time on there unless he had a plan - and his plan was to find a way to angle himself to that specific corner.
King: So this...
Hawke: Was the ace up his sleeve? That's right.
Anthony Caffrey's face is all red. His eyes are still closed. With the bleeding and the fact that his shoulder might possibly be broken, he's not exactly in a great spot. Maverick gets to his feet... or at least, to one foot and hops his ass all the way over to the corner. He's right behind the AXW Undisputed Champion. Then he grabs his right arm... or rather, the sports tape enveloping his hand and forearm and begins unraveling it. He then brings it over one of his shoulders and underneath Caffrey's head, right on his throat. Then he begins to pull HARD!
King: Hold on there, Mav! That's not a hold! That's a CHOKE!
Hawke: That's the darn point. Caffrey pulled a move normally illegal and now, Maverick's doing the same thing. Caffrey has two choices now - choke to death or tap out.
King: Unless he can get out of it?
Hawke: ...Can he?
Caffrey's eyes are bulging open once the pain is put on. Caffrey's having difficulty seeing through the blood now approaching his eyes. His shoulder is in a world of hurt. Anthony Caffrey is a tough son of a bitch. He doesn't want to tap out. He just can't! But the pain is growing to be more severe. Caffrey's a fighter, and that's why he'd rather lose a battle than lose the war. Anthony Caffrey begins to tap on the turnbuckle. The referee calls for the bell.
Bonnie Jenkins: As of 37 minutes and 48 seconds, Anthony Caffrey has tapped out! The winner of the second fall, by submission is Maverick!
King: Maverick just tied it all up! And he made Anthony Caffrey, the submissionist tap out! Has... Has this ever happened before?
Hawke: Not on the network, it hasn't! Maverick is the Rocky Balboa against the Apollo in that movie Rocky! He's going to win!
King: Uhhh... I don't think you ever finished that movie, did you?
Bonnie Jenkins: And now to decide our final fall of the evening, let's take a look at the graphic. Fans, tell us - what do you want for our final fall!?
That's when the poll results move forward and slowly come to a stop to show that our final match is...
Bonnie Jenkins: Last Man Standing it is! Maverick and Anthony Caffrey, please return to your corners. Once the bell rings, the final round will begin. It will only end when your opponent is on the ground for a total of ten counts!
Just getting to their sides of the ring is no easy task. In fact, with Maverick's ankle, he's limping more than he's actually walking. Both stare at each other. Victory is within both of these wrestler's grasps. Who's going to win? It's nearly impossible to say. As the bell finally sounds, the two finally meet each other to their end. They both move forward for a lock up, but Maverick fakes! He side steps! As Caffrey follows up, Maverick shoots up with a European uppercut! Caffrey staggers back. Maverick moves forward. Caffrey looks back. Icon Kick! ICON KICK! HE NAILED THE ICON K-WAIT! Caffrey catches the kick! He begins moving. He's going for the Caffrey Ankle Lock, and Maverick instinctively reacts. He knows that another one of those kicks would mean absolute mayhem for him. He jumps and kicks Caffrey in the side of the head with his other foot! Caffrey and Maverick BOTH go down and Maverick screams bloody murder as he grabs the ankle he JUST kicked Caffrey with.
King: Talk about cutting off your nose to spite your face! Maverick just hit Caffrey but it looks like the stress on his ankle cost more than it was worth!
Hawke: Just know he did it out of reflex. Plus, if Caffrey got the CAL secured on Maverick's other foot, it's all over.
King: Uhhh, Joey. In a last man standing match, it's all about standing up. Tapping out here does nothing. Even you should know that!
Hawke: Jerry, how do you stand up if both your legs are useless?
Seeing as both wrestlers are on the feet, the referee begins his count.
...One!
...Two!
...Three!
Anthony Caffrey got up first, but with all the trauma to all the different parts of his head going on, he's not feeling too well. Maverick is still on the floor. He's trying to get to his feet, but he's in a vulnerable position. Caffrey steps forward, but he staggers to the right like a drunk. He catches himself in mid-stride and takes a moment to adjust himself. Maverick gets up to his feet. He rises up at the count of five, albeit in a world of pain. Maverick gets up, but as he looks up, Anthony Caffrey is in front of him. Caffrey grabs him in a headlock position. The people are beginning to gasp. They think they know what's coming. After all, it is one of his finishing moves, and this move has ended matches! Anthony Caffrey adjusts Maverick into a DDT position. He goes to kick out his tired legs, but Maverick keeps adjusting himself. Suddenly, Maverick shoves a jab into the ribs of Caffrey. The AXW Undisputed Champion keeps trying to lay down the hurt, but The Iconic Prince is looking to do everything in his power to stop that from happening!
Hawke: Anthony Caffrey has dominated this ring for the majority of the match and while he has been dominating the rounds before, now he's dominating the match!
King: But Maverick has heart! He won't go down this easily!
Maverick may not be a boxer, but with the expertly laid strikes to Caffrey's stomach, it's easy to mistake him for one. Maverick is continuing to go after him and while he's tired, hurt and every neuron in his body is screaming for him to give up, he's too much of a stubborn bastard to actually do it. He's cringing and fighting, and Caffrey's to the point where he's ready to drop the hold. In fact, he actually does it! But he swings his arms above and strikes him with a drop down axe handle slam! Maverick drops down to a knee! That strike was absolutely powerful! Caffrey uses the time to get himself into position. As Maverick gets back to his feet, Caffrey kicks out his leg. BROTHER LOVE - HIS FINISHER DDT! IT HITS!
Hawke: OH. MY.
King: MOLY! ...Oh. I thought you said Holy...
NO! Maverick slips his body out! Anthony Caffrey hits the ground, but fails to take Maverick with him! He's hurt. His head is ringing. In fact, he's fairly certain that he might have a concussion, but the AXW Undisputed Champion forces himself off the ground. He turns to Maverick - ICON KICK! THIS TIME IT FINALLY HITS!
Hawke: The common phrase is, "Third time's the charm", but this time, it's number four! Anthony Caffrey goes down!
King: But it's clearly taking a toll on the young Maverick! He used his good foot, but I don't see him usually using that foot for that move.
Hawke: It's not his dominant foot and that's a good and a bad thing. It's good because he's not striking him with the foot that it's the most amount of pain, but at the same token, he can't strike him with that same amount of damage.
Anthony Caffrey and Maverick are both on the ground. The crowd goes ballistic! (Not literally. Terry Bradshaw isn't in the crowd, but they're super excited.) Every single able bodied spectator in this arena are off their feet, lending their cheers. It becomes especially special because neither Anthony Caffrey nor Maverick are fan favorites. Generally, they're very much hated because of how they conduct themselves, but the wrestling here is so good. Despite the torment and despite the adversity that both participants have faced, they are still here, fighting. Their desire to be the best is incredible and the fans see this. They know this. They are witnessing it, and they are loving it. That's why they are here - to see everything that the Xtreme Hardcore Federation has to offer. Now the referee is looking down and beginning to call the count:
...One!
...Two!
...Three!
...Four!
Maverick finally gets to his feet. He looks down and finds his opponent still on the floor. Struggling while on the floor and trying to get back to his feet, but still very much horizontal. Maverick uses the moment to recoup as much energy as possible. He leans against the turnbuckle and begins breathing heavily. The Iconic Prince watches as he finds Caffrey crawling to the ropes.
...Five!
That's when Anthony Caffrey reaches the ropes. He's trying to put his body weight onto the ropes, and Maverick knows that just can't happen. At this point, the match has gone on for just under fifty minutes, and it's about time this match has come to a close. Maverick moves himself toward Caffrey and kicks the ropes. Caffrey still holds on. He kicks again, but once more, the AXW Undisputed Champion holds on. Maverick gets frustrated. Even more so when the referee calls the next number.
...Six!
Maverick's face grows red and he becomes furious. That's when he's targetting something other than the ropes. He'll target Caffrey's hand and because of his insubordination, he'll suffer more. Maverick begins stomping, and Caffrey begins to groan in pain. Maverick begins yelling in anger and as he raises his foot one last time, Caffrey pops up with another fist! THIS TIME TO THE FAMILY JEWELS!
...Seven!
The crowd grows eerily silent upon witnessing such a brutal move, something so painful that most men are in anguish just watching it. Maverick's eyes grow wide. He squeaks, and he remains paused for a moment before he falls to his knees and then back to his side. Anthony Caffrey would normally look back at the AWF wrestler with a grin, but he's pretty much past the point of cockiness. Right now, it looks more like relief. Relief that he still has a shot. The referee looks back and begins his count once more.
...One!
King: One? Isn't this eight? Does he know how to count?
Hawke: Yes he does. When someone falls down, this count has to restart. I think that's when Caffrey did that. He wasn't sure if he could get up to his feet by the ten count.
...Two!
Caffrey is still on the floor, right by the ropes. Maverick is a ball of miserable pain all laid out on the ring. He's keeping himself from crying, and that's it.
...Three!
This is the part of the match where if Anthony Caffrey's undignified move didn't connect and cause the referee to have to restart the match, the match would have either come to an end or force this match to come to a cliched "first man to their feet wins" ending. And the ball is beginning to start moving - no pun intended. Maverick is starting to bring himself together. Caffrey, however, is beginning his ascend as he begins putting his weight onto the bottom rope.
...Four!
Anthony Caffrey is still climbing. He's bringing himself up onto the second rope, while Maverick has spun around and is now onto all fours. These two men have been bringing their abilities to the furthest it can go, as far as their bodies will allow. And still, they're fighting.
...Five!
Anthony Caffrey is back on his feet! Well, technically. He's leaning against the ropes as a black and blue mess. Essentially, if the ropes broke, Caffrey would be hitting the outside and would have no ability to protect himself. That's how little energy he has. Meanwhile, Maverick is bringing himself to the ropes. He's struggling. He's exhausted, but he's determined.
...Six!
Anthony Caffrey looks down at Maverick, and finds him climbing to the ropes. He finds himself in a similar, but inverse situation, just a few moments ago. But he's going to play this differently than Maverick had. He knows that Maverick is a quick study and a fast learner so the best decision he's going to take is let Maverick expend his energy. If he fails to get to his feet in time, Caffrey will win. If he succeeds, then he'll have little energy, while Caffrey is healing now.
...Seven!
King: The two are running on fumes! How will this match end?
Hawke: With nothing in reserve.
Maverick begins to put pressure on the bottom rope, just like Caffrey had in his journey to his feet. He's pushing as much as he can, but with his bottom gentlemen still in a lot of pain, the shift in body position is not boding well for him.
...Eight!
Maverick is climbing up. Yes, it hurts. Yes, it stings, but pain is something that is temporary. Victory is eternal. Meanwhile, Caffrey is feeling like he can perhaps move an inch without feeling like he's moving a mile. Anthony Caffrey is now preparing to see what's going to happen after this next call.
...Nine!
Well, it's do or die. Maverick is about 20% up. He's looking at Caffrey. His ugly, cocky face. And he knows this is his last chance to climb up. He summons every ounce of energy in his body. And he shoots up! The fans cheer! Maverick is surprised he's actually on his feet. Anthony Caffrey's surprised! How did he do it!?
King: He's up! Maverick is up! We still got some more wrestling, folks!
Hawke: This isn't even a wrestling match! This is a battle! A war! They are still fighting and they won't stop! Believe it, folks! This match ain't over and it won't be over until the fat lady sings!
King: That referee has been with the XHF since 2003 and has even signed the company card for when your mother was in the hospital for pneumonia.
Hawke: King, that's just an expressio-
King: You're a monster.
Hawke: ...
Maverick looks at Anthony Caffrey, and he's still up. In fact, the only silver lining is that Caffrey is beaten up, just like him. He has a black and blue eye, and a fat lip. Maverick limps his way over to Anthony Caffrey, who doesn't even bother to meet him halfway. Maverick throws a punch, but Caffrey blocks it and throws his own. Caffrey follows up with a second punch. The third punch staggers Maverick backwards. Caffrey swings back for a fourth, but Maverick runs forward with a clothesline that knocks Caffrey to the floor! However, due to the constraints on his ankle, Maverick falls down to his knee. Caffrey begins climbing off the floor, but the referee is still counting.
...One!
...Two!
...Th-Caffrey rises back to his feet!
Maverick watches Caffrey get up, but he figures that the AXW Undisputed Champion has to be tired as well. Maverick realizes that there is a big difference between the ability to kick ass and the ability to withstand the ability to receive an ass kicking and at the moment, his energy level is kicking his own ass. Another real virtue of a wrestler is the ability to gauge your opponent. ...and that's when Anthony Caffrey runs full throttle to Maverick! It obviously takes him by surprise, but he is able to bend down and lift Anthony Caffrey over the top rope! He goes over! Maverick falls down to his knees, again due to the energy being exhausted! However, luckily for Anthony Caffrey, while he is down, he was able to land on the apron right outside of the ropes, but still within the ring!
...One!
...Two!
Hawke: Look at that! Maverick was able to exert a boost of energy. I think that might have been... all he has, but I think it did the job!
King: I don't think the Caffster is done yet! He skinned the cat, now he'll skin the Mav!
...Three!
...Four!
Maverick gets back to his feet. He turns to where Maverick was, and he doesn't find Anthony Caffrey. He lets out a sigh of relief, believing that Anthony Caffrey had indeed fallen out of the ring. That's when the crowds gasp.
...Five!
Maverick turns around, trying to find out what that gasp was originating from. Anthony Caffrey somehow brought his way up to the turnbuckle. He's up on there, and he's going for his top rope clothesline dive that he calls FLYING EAGLE! He jumps up off the top, and Maverick's eye grows wide! Maverick jumps up and HITS CAFFREY WITH AN ICON KICK! Anthony Caffrey flies back! He's propped up against the turnbuckle and his face leans to the side! Maverick begins covering his foot. He begins gritting his teeth and immediately realizes upon impact that the Icon Kick came from his bad foot, coming from instinct. However, as his dominant foot, it caused the most impact. The referee immediately begins to count.
...One!
...Maverick has completely forgotten about everything regarding to his match. The damage has caused an immense amount of pain unlike anything he has ever felt before.
...Two!
Maverick is still nursing his ankle. He begins to use his other foot to try to push himself to the edge of the ring, his survival instinct kicking in.
...Three!
That's when Maverick looks around. Despite all the pain and anguish, he is at least happy knowing he hit Anthony Caffrey. Maverick imagines that Caffrey is in an even worse space. He searches along the floor. He doesn't see anything until...
...Four!
Maverick looks to the turnbuckle. Where Caffrey is. He's leaning against the turnbuckle, his feet still on the ground. Maverick doesn't look happy. He has a renewed sense of urgency and immediately books it.
...Five!
Maverick begins grabbing the bottom rope. He tries to put pressure to foot his foot on the floor, but his bad foot is causing a lot of pain. Nearly enough to make most men cry. Maverick realizes he might be alone in this journey using some creative measures.
King: How is Maverick going to get up to his feet now!?
Hawke: Once you've eben in this game long enough, you realize that every room has a back door. You just need to know how you get it.
...Six!
Maverick begins using his arm strength to lift himself up, but it's not easy. He's nearly run out of energy. He's running on fumes. Determination is all well and good, but when you've been using your muscles for over an hour, it's easy to forget your body has limits.
...Seven!
While Maverick struggles, the referee looks over to the AXW Undisputed Champion, Anthony Caffrey. He notices him to be tired, but checks up on him and makes sure he's OK. That's when he realizes. Anthony Caffrey isn't just resting. He's not even sleeping. He's out unconscious. He notices a full count goes by and calls the next number.
King: Wait... What's going on with Anthony Caffrey? Is he just tired?
Hawke: MAVERICK JUST KNOCKED HIM UNCONSCIOUS!
King: He... He's disqualified, right? The match needs to be over with!
Hawke: But this match ends in one way only...
...Eight!
The referee wants to call this match off. The man can't even wrestle, but he knows he can't. The match can only end one way. With both feet on the floor. He is forced to continue and makes one more call, unless Maverick can find his way back to his feet.
...Nine!
Maverick is struggling to get to his feet, but he's not finding the strength to move forward with it. The Iconic Prince who has grown to great heights and has fulfilled his share of potential since his time in the XHF Network. Maverick is using every single ounce of energy he has. He knows he can't use his feet. He can't trust it. He's using his upper body strength to do it. Maverick is getting himself up there. He sees the referee raising up his hands for the ten count. That's when Maverick gets to his feet!
King: You got this, Maverick!
Hawke: Oh no...
NO! Maverick has indeed given every ounce of energy he had, but the perspiration caused from his hands caused him to slip! Maverick falls back down! The referee notices this and makes the final call.
...Ten!
The bell rings.
Bonnie Jenkins: Ladies and gentlemen, the main event of Battle of the Best has come to a close after a hellish one hour, nine minutes and three seconds. The winner of the third fall and thus, the overall match - The AXW Undisputed Champion and owner of the Diamond Lounge - ANTHONY CAFFREY!
King: Maverick beat Anthony Caffrey until he's unconscious, but ended up winning! This is horse (BEEP!)
Hawke: This is one of the best matches I have ever seen - at least in the new age of XHF. Caffrey beat Maverick, but Maverick beat up Caffrey. I'm not so sure that both men can consider themselves as the better wrestler.
Anthony Caffrey is handed the AXW Undisputed Championship and the keys to The Diamond Lounge, still unconscious.
[...END FEED...]