The AWF Presents: Beach Blast - LIVE from Myrtle Beach, SC!
Jul 18, 2019 21:56:13 GMT -5
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Post by ForeverKuroi on Jul 18, 2019 21:56:13 GMT -5
Live from CCMF Field in Myrtle Beach, SC
Capacity: 9,000
"Kung Fu Fighting" hits the speakers and the crowd cheers. All throughout the crowd, beach balls are being bopped up into the air. People are mostly shirtless or in swimsuits, because the beach is so close by. Xia shows up in his surfer suit, which looks pretty perfect for the beachside locale.
Romano: Xia looks right at home. That surfer suit doesn't look so ridiculous here!
Taylor: Xia's going to look to make his mark. If he can get past his opponent, he will be first in line to face the winner of Kira Izumi and Greg Adkins later tonight.
Xia continues making his way down the path to the ring, stopping to high five some fans along the way. People lean over the railing and hold their phones out to take selfies with him. He quickly rolls into the ring and gets to his feet, awaiting his opponent. That's when "Knights of Cydonia" by Muse plays. Copycat comes out onto the ramp, looking... well, looking as "fierce" as he can look. Quickly behind him is Terry Bradshaw, who is donning quite the tacky Hawaiian shirt... unbuttoned, of course, allowing his ample manboobs to breathe.
Taylor: I think I'm going to be sick.
Romano: Come on, Tommy! It's a hundred degrees! The CFO is clearly just trying to get some air.
Taylor: They're GLISTENING. GLISTENING.
Bradshaw sips out of a coconut drink and walks just behind Copycat, who quickly climbs into the ring while Bradshaw takes his place at ringside.
Taylor: What's he even doing out here?
Romano: It's a Copycat match. Terry has a standing invite to every single one.
Taylor: What? I don't remember seeing that in the contract anywhere...
DING DING DING! The match begins! Copycat paces around the ring, circling Xia before rushing in to lock him up. Xia easily sidesteps Copycat and catches him with a toe drag, putting Copycat face down on the mat. Xia shakes his head and follows up quickly, scramling on top to drag Copycat back up to his feet. That's when Terry Bradshaw jumps up onto the apron, screaming incoherently at Xia. The referee walks over to Bradshaw and tells him to get the fuck off the apron. Xia starts to march over to Bradshaw to deal with him, but the referee keeps the two apart.
Romano: In AWF, nothing is certain but death, taxes, and Terry Bradshaw interfering in Copycat's matches.
While Xia is distracted by Bradshaw, Copycat quickly scoops underneath him and rolls him up from behind!
ONE!
KICKOUT!
Taylor: Well, that was cheap. And it wasn't even a two count!
Romano: Copycat's gotta take the opportunities he can get.
Xia kicks out and rolls up to his feet with a lightning bolt of energy. He's up so fast that Copycat doesn't even have time to get to his knees before Xia is running at him, driving a knee into Copycat's face! Copycat's eyes float backwards as he slumps down to the mat. Xia lays in wait behind Copycat, who slowly stumbles up to his feet, shaking off the cobwebs, only to get taken down by a vicious rainmaker! Copycat's head dribbles off the mat while Terry Bradshaw pounds on the apron, shouting insults at Copycat and telling him to get up and fight.
Taylor: After a while, you've gotta ask why anyone stick around with Bradshaw?
Romano: I believe this is a sugar daddy situation, Tommy.
Taylor: A what?
Romano: Oh, oh no...
Xia again sets up behind Copycat, waiting for him to rise. Copycat gets to his feet and Xia charges, taking him down with ANOTHER savage rainmaker! Copycat nearly flips completely over from the impact and lands flat on his face. Now, Xia waits in the corner, stomping the mat a few times, waiting for the big finish as the crowd claps in rhythm with his stomps.
Taylor: He's ready for the Desolator!
Romano: If Copycat doesn't watch out, he's gonna--
Suddenly, Bradshaw reaches through the bottom rope and grabs Xia's foot, pulling on it and tripping him up. Xia turns around and starts screaming at Bradshaw, who backs off and holds his hands up like nothing happened. The referee marches over to investigate and scolds Bradshaw again, who maintains his innocence. Xia argues with the referee, pointing out that he grabbed his foot, motioning down to his ankle repeatedly. Copycat suddenly comes barreling at the two of them out of nowhere, ostensibly for some kind of...sandwiching maneuver? Whatever his plan was, though, gets thwarted immediately by Xia, who grabs hold of the top rope and ducks down, sending Copycat tumbling over the top rope and crashing to the floor below -- with the referee in tow. Bradshaw rushes over to him, insulting his manhood and frantically trying to get Copycat to stand up. Xia does some quick calculus and leaps to the top rope, then springboards off and flies towards Bradshaw with a springboard plancha... but Bradshaw pulls Copycat in the way to take the hit for him! Copycat goes down, hard!
Taylor: Isn't this considered abuse at some point?
Romano: Hey! Copycat is a grown adult that can make his own decisions.
Taylor: I'm not so sure...
Bradshaw skitters away and Xia is back up to his feet, immediately scanning the area to locate him. Xia finds his target and Bradshaw runs away, knocking shit over to try and slow his assault. He runs by a fan and grabs the tiki drink out of his hands, hurtling it like a football at Xia where it hits him and pours all over him. This incenses Xia, who picks up the pace in his chase and begins charging. Bradshaw frantically runs to the timekeeper's table and pushes the timekeeper off his chair, snapping it up to use as a weapon. Bradshaw turns back, and now Xia has nimbly charged up to the apron. He runs the length of the apron and leaps off at Bradshaw, who raises the chair to defend himself, but Xia nails the chair with a flying spinning kung fu kick, sending the chair slamming into Bradshaw's skull! The crowd cheers as Bradshaw goes down hard.
Romano: You can't assault him like that! He's not even in the match.
Taylor: ...really? Xia has been fighting an unfair two on one match this whole time, and he's STILL dominating!
With Bradshaw incapacitated, Xia heads back over. He checks on the referee, who has finally made it back to his feet, because all referees are apparently made of glass. The ref starts to climb back in the ring and Xia picks up Copycat, rolling him back in as well. With Copycat groggily trying to stand in the middle of the ring, Xia sets up near the corner and once again starts to stomp ritualistically, calling for his finisher. Copycat finally gets up and starts to turn around. Xia shuffle steps across the ring and... POW! NAILS Copycat in the head with a superkick!
Taylor: FINALLY! THE DESOLATOR!
Copycat drops to the mat with a *thud* and Xia quickly kneels to cover him.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
DING DING DING!
Jessie Love:: Here is your winner... and number one contender to the Phoenix Championship... XIA!
Xia stands and plays to the rowdy crowd, who are eating him up.
Taylor: Xia now stands a big chance at being the next Phoenix Champion!
Romano: Truth be told... if he could fend off both of these guys in a two on one, I like his odds in a one on one!
"Kung Fu Fighting" hits and Xia smiles big and goes to each turnbuckle in succession to celebrate his victory. Meanwhile, Bradshaw manages to awake from his slumber. He glances in the ring and sees Xia, sees Copycat knocked the hell out... and Xia makes eye contact with him. Bradshaw's eyes go wide and he BOOKS IT out of the ring area, back up the ramp through the curtains to backstage.
Taylor: Well folks, this is just the first match tonight, we've got so much more to come your way.
Romano: My GOD, Tommy, I am sweating my balls off here.
Taylor: It... it's a scorcher, that's for sure!
Romano: Couldn't we have had this show in Alaska or something?
Taylor: But... it's called Beach Blast.
Romano: Alaska has beaches, Tommy! Read a book!
Backstage area, behind the curtains, the AWF offices have set up temporary housing for the night using a tractor-trailer and a mobile house unit. The door to the mobile unit swings open and out walks Jackson Steele, AWF commissioner. He's decked out with a lei and shorts, flip flops, and a tank top with AWF's logo on it. He smiles wide and steps down the wooden steps to the entry way just as Terry Bradshaw comes beelining through the door. Terry stops in front of him, glaring at him.
Terry Bradshaw: WHAT'RE YOU LOOKING AT?
Steele just chuckles at Terry.
Jackson Steele: Terry, what're you all wound up for? We're at the beach, baby. Enjoy it.
Terry's face turns a bright shade of red (even redder than it already was from the heat), and he unleashes a slew of expletives as he storms off to the staff area. Steele watches him leave and just shrugs it off, taking a deep breath of salty ocean air and sighing, satisfied.
Jackson Steele: We should do this more often.
Steele smiles as the cameras cut back to the ring.
"Legion" by Hammerfall plays as dozens of cultists pave the way, lining the sides of the entrance ramps. That's when Kuroi and Hyperion walk out. There stare all around then look up to the ring, where they begin to prepare their assault.
Taylor: Here's Legion, filled with the scariest people in the XHF I've ever seen.
Romano: Then Natasha joined the group, and then she became the scariest again.
Funeral for A Son starts as normal, when all of a sudden record scratch is heard throughout the arena.
Suddenly, an attractive young woman comes out on stage with a microphone (Note: Her appearance changes for every show)
Female: "Ladies and Gentlemen, The Muscle-Bound Freak of Nature, The Scotland Slayer, The Bagpipe Playing Son-of-a-Bitch, The Glasgow Bull. Weeellllliiiinngggtooooonnn Duuuuuuuuunnnnneeeee!!!!"
The lights dim to black and Done is Done starts to play.
As the opening guitar rifts plays 2 spotlights scan the audience, but ignore the main stage.
The violin kicks in, and the audience sings along with violin.
Suddenly the lights go out, leaving the arena in pitch black darkness.
You don't know what you're looking for
Lights suddenly hit Dunne who is standing on stage with is arms spread out.
Song continues ask he makes his down the ramp.
Then it's certainly time to make it so, yeah ...
At these words, Dunne performs a Cut Throat gesture, and the lights go out again.
What's done is done
The lights suddenly flash back on, this time Dunne is ring
Sniper appears on stage holding an American flag before placing it in a a holder on the stage he salutes it then turns around and salutes the audience after running down the ramp and sliding in under the bottom rope he takes a knee and performs a hand gun gesture at his opponent
Taylor: The Saga comes from a very talented group of Johnny Sniper and Wellington Dunne.
Romano: Wellington Dunne was a part of AXW's famed AVA and Johnny Sniper beat the first ever Prestige Class Champion. I'd say that's skill.
The bell rings with a stunned silence as Wellington Dunne is in the ring across from Kuroi. The two are evenly matched in terms of size. With their height and weights mere numbers separating one another, they stand nose to nose. The question becomes - who strikes first. Johnny Sniper cheers on his partner in this match. Hyperion, however, is silent - like Kuroi has to prove something to him. Then, without warning, the fists begin flying. it all happens. It's not super clear how it all started. But the two heavyweights are going after each other, and neither one of them are giving an inch the other. At least at first. Kuroi lands a blow. Wellington lands a blow. Kuroi lands a blow. Wellington lands a blow. Then another. Then another. Then before he knows it, Kuroi is backed up against the ropes. Wellington throws Kuroi through to the opposite side of the ropes for an Irish Whip, but Kuroi reverses it and it's Wellington who gets sent flying. As Wellington rebounds back, Kuroi kicks him in the stomach, doubling him over. He then picks him up for a pump handle slam, but Wellington twists and reverses it into a neckbreaker takedown! The fans cheer!
Taylor: Did Wellington Dunne just take down Kuroi!?
Romano: Well he is a talented wrestler, Tommy.
Taylor: Well... Yes, but he just did it so masterfully.
Kuroi immediately brings himself back to his feet, almost as quickly as Wellington has. Kuroi goes for a punch, but Wellington counters with a kick, where Kuroi now doubles over due to the impactful force just unleashed. Wellington puts Kuroi into position - POWERBOMB POSITION! The people yell and cheer! What's going to happen!? With a roar, Wellington lifts Kuroi over his head! He goes to slam him down, but Kuroi reverses the move into a DDT! He takes a moment to breathe in and rest before getting up. As he finds Wellington Dunne rise to his feet, Kuroi acts quickly. He runs backwards to the ropes and then he propels himself forward. With a scream, Kuroi punts Wellington Dunne to his stomach. Kuroi doesn't even look back as he makes his way to his corner, where he tags in Hyperion. The crowds almost gasp as they see the giant among giants, about to make his presence known, if he hasn't already done so. Wellington Dunne looks up, and his eyes grow.
Taylor: Well, there goes the match.
Romano: Let's not say that. After all, Johnny Sniper and Wellington Dunne are two very capable wrestlers.
Dunne begins to scramble to his side, but Hyperion picks him by the back of the neck and effortlessly picks him up until he's on his feet. Hyperion picks up Wellington and like a rag doll THROWS him up against the corner turnbuckle. He moves in for a punch. Then a second punch. Then a third punch. Then a fourth! Each blow feels like a baseball bat being driven into his body. But Hyperion isn't done yet! He moves back and charges at Wellington Dunne, but the Saga member leaps out of the way! Hyperion crashes! He burns! Wellington Dunne has taken a beating from both Kuroi and from Hyperion, but he's not ready to give up! He climbs the turnbuckle. Hyperion looks to the side while on his back. He doesn't see what happens, and is about to happen! Dunne jumps off the turnbuckle with a splash! He hits! And by he, I mean Hyperion, who uses his hands to hold Wellington. He gets to his feet, all while holding the behemoth of the wrestler. He's in military press position, but Dunne is wiggling, and wiggling as Hyperion walks him over to the ropes. That's when he wiggles his way out and lands on his feet behind the mad titan. He pushes Hyperion chest-first into the turnbuckle! On the rebound, GERMAN SUPLEX! The ring THUNDERS with the amount of weight slammed into it!
Taylor: Hyperion is down! Hyperion is down! God damn, Wellington Dunne is something!
Romano: But he's tired. And fatigued. There's only one more wrestler left, fresh and haven't been able to get himself in yet.
That man is Johnny Sniper, and his arm is outstretched! Wellington Dunne is crawling, and he's looking to make contact, but Hyperion is starting to get to his feet. The crowd is cheering on Wellington Dunne, and they aren't being silent about it.
Crowd: WELL-LING-TON! WELL-LING-TON! WELL-LING-TON!
He's not the favorite of favorites, but compared to the totalitarian and autocratic nature of Legion, anything else is preferable. Wellington is almost there. He's within range of Sniper. He stretches out his hand and the tag is made-NO! Hyperion pulls on Wellington Dunne's leg, but he kicks back with a sharp foot to the stomach! He sets himself free and with a leap of faith, he finally connects with Johnny Sniper! The crowd goes nuts!
Taylor: The American Hero is here!
Romano: And right in the nick of time too!
Taylor: But can he overpower the two giants opposing him?
Hyperion goes for a clothesline, but Johnny Sniper ducks it. Instead, he runs past him and goes for a springboard, hitting the ropes in front of Kuroi and throwing him off from outside the apron. Springing back from the clothesline, he moves back to Hyperion and takes him down with a springboard flying headscissors! As he gets up, he finds an enraged Kuroi running toward him with a fist, but Sniper expertly leaps from out of the way, allowing Kuroi to throw a fully-charged punch to Hyperion! It lands, and the Mad Titan is now in big danger! Sniper goes for a pin count and with Kuroi now out of the ring, Junior Referee Steve Tyrell slides in for the pin fall:
...One!
...Two!
...Thr-Hyperion kicks out!
Taylor: And the match continues!
Romano: This really shows a lot of skill from The Saga when in less than two minutes, the match turns a complete 180. I mean, look at Hyperion! He's in the position most others are in when they face him!
Hyperion stares at Kuroi with contempt as he rises up very slowly. Kuroi doesn't seem very remorseful. Johnny Sniper brings Hyperion to where he wants him to be. With Hyperion in the sitting position, Johnny Sniper goes for the LOCK N' LOAD, his signature shotgun dropkick, but he stops as he finds Kuroi getting to the ring. Steve Tyrell, the referee officiating the match intervenes and tries to stop Kuroi. Kuroi turns his attention to the referee, trying to intimidate him in allowing this to continue. However, the change in focus turns to go against Kuroi's favor, when Wellington Dunne rushes in and clotheslines Kuroi over the top rope and out of the ring! Johnny Sniper turns around, ready to deliver the final blow to Hyperion when he realizes that he wasn't where he once was! He sees The Mad Titan in the corner of his eye for a quick second before Hyperion takes him by the throat and lifts him up into the air. Johnny Sniper begins kicking the arms of Hyperion, beginning to set himself free. The arms are all the body he's able to strike anyway. Hyperion feels himself slipping, but manages to SLAM HIM DOWN! The fans gasp. Hyperion immediately drops to his knees where he goes for the pin count. The referee manages to bring himself together as he goes for the pin count:
...One!
...Two!
...THREE!
The bell rings.
Jessie Love: Here are your winners of the match... by pinfall, Hyperion and Kuroi - LEGION!
Taylor: The Saga did a great job today!
Romano: They really showed that through teamwork, they are able to do great things. It's just a real shame that for one moment of not seeing Hyperion, it's all that's needed to end things.
"Bump-N-Grind" by R.Kelly begins playing. Once the chorus to the song begins, six scantily clad women come out from the back with "Guttertrash" Greg Adkins in the middle of them all. He thrusts his pelvis as the women dance around him.
Taylor: Can't he settle on a theme song?
Romano: Why should he have to? So long as he picks unclaimed songs...
One of the girls backs that ass up against Greg Adkins and begins grinding against his crotch.
Taylor: You think that Greg remembers that he's supposed to head down to the ring?
Romano: No. Would you?
However, when Greg begins to put his hands on the girl's bottoms and starts to take them down, the referee gets a microphone.
Referee: Greg! Get down to the ring or be disqualified!
Greg blinks, looking down to the ring with a goofy smile.
Greg Adkins: Oops, I forgot I had a match. I'll be right there.
Taylor: You think this is all an act?
Romano: If it's an act, it's a very good one.
Greg Adkins kisses each woman and cops a feel on their butt before sending them to the back. He makes his way down to the ring, the fans booing and pointing out his obvious boner pitching a tent in his ring tights that Greg doesn't bother trying to hide.
Taylor: I DON'T REMEMBER SAYING ANY OF THIS!
Romano: It's the heat, Tommy. Drink some water.
The music plays as red lights pulsate throughout the arena. We pan across the venue before resting on the stage. Kira can be seen moving erratically on the stage before he drops down to a laying position. He starts slithering and shaking about before he sits back up and chunky red liquid comes out of his mouth. He stands up and begins seductively spreading and wiping it all over himself before he crawls down the ramp way.
自由 愛情 暴動 権力
魔人婦穴 密売都市
政権 貧困 独裁 核
自由はあるだろ己の中
He starts to shake and move erratically around the ring, almost as if he's dancing in some weird twisted sort of way. He makes his way into the ring shortly after.
渦巻く歓声 実行 銃弾
減り込む ONE TWO 頭蓋 ONE TWO THREE
渦巻く銃声 耳を突いた
弾ける看守 笑い叫ぶ
He goes into the middle of the ring where he shakes and moves even more violently and erratically. Even more blood comes out of his mouth as he reaches up to the sky. He crawls into his corner where he sits and waits for the match to begin.
Taylor: Kira's out here, and with a new look too!
Romano: He's got some demons in his life he's liked to destroy, and all of them are telling him to take down Greg Adkins and become champion.
Greg Adkins and Kira Izumi are head to head, completely opposite one another. They spin around the ring and are about to engage one another, before Greg Adkins releases... a huge fart. Adkins immediately grasps his stomach and falls to his knees. Kira's eyes goes wide open. Adkins looks around, trying to find what could have caused such pain. Kira turns around and begins covering his nose, beginning to smell what seems to be a stink bomb. Greg Adkins takes advantage of the opportunity and SENDS A LOW BLOW TO KIRA! Kira falls to the knees himself. The bell rings, and Jessie Love enters the ring with a microphone.
Taylor: Why did the bell ring? Isn't this essentially a hardcore match?
Romano: Look, we're just trying to get the bell off Adkins. The AWF is a lot better this way.
Jessie Love: Due to an illegal blow, by disqualification, the winner of this match is Kira Iz-
Greg Adkins: Excuse me.
Taylor: Kira Excuse me? I thought his last name was Izumi. Granted it rhymes, but-
Romano: Just shut your mouth and open your ears...
Greg Adkins: The bell didn't ring when I made that blow, so I didn't lose the match.
Jessie Love:: ...
Greg Adkins: Hold this please.
Greg Adkins picks something out from one of his remaining teeth and drops it off on Jessie Love's hand. It's... a tail! Specifically, that of a rat. Jessie Love freaks out and drops the tail. Meanwhile, Greg Adkins quickly pins Kira. Senior Referee Gabe Valentine goes for the pin count:
...One!
...T-Kira kicks out!
Taylor: What ingenuinity by Greg Adkins! The match is still on!
Romano: It was a cheap move, and you know it! We were SO CLOSE too!
Kira powers out and gets to his feet, still paying attention and true care to his nether regions. Greg Adkins gets up and offers a toothy smile to Kira, who responds with an expression that shows less than enthusiasm. As the two circle each other, they move forward to lock up. They almost reach each other when Adkins rolls forward and lands in a position where he's on his back and pointing to his ass, where the fabric is an obviously darker color than the rest of it. Kira puts number two with number two together and immediately revolts in disgust. Adkins takes advantage of the situation where he lifts himself up and entraps Kira with his legs over his shoulders. He spins around - kip-up hurracanrana! Kira hits the ground with some sludge on his shoulder! The crowd is... absolutely disgusted, to say the least.
Taylor: Why isn't this a disqualifying move, Cassius?
Romano: Well, no one ever did something bad enough to make us think about this being a disqualifying move...
It looks bad. it smells bad. Even though he certainly wasn't required to do this, even the referee asked Kira out of the kindness of his own heart if he wanted to quit. Kira obviously said no, but only because he has a sheer determination to win. Kira Izumi gets back up and thinks about how he can win. Kira wipes the poo off his shoulder and runs over to Greg Adkins. Adkins turns around and points his hiney toward Kira - but Kira stops mid-way through! Greg expected Kira to run in head first or arm first (with a clothesline), but instead Kira stops himself, pulls out a pair of brass knuckles and smashes it into the face of Greg Adkins! The impact is so immense that it has him outside of the ring! Greg looks shocked! Greg looks embarrassed but no matter how he looks, he's looking at Kira from the outside of the ring where he's stinking in his own filth!
Taylor: Did Kira find a way to get past how disgusting Adkins is!?
Romano: I sure hope so. I feel bad for Kira if he has to win that belt.
Greg Adkins gets back in the ring, sliding in a baseball bat. As he enters, he begins nodding to Kira approvingly, while nursing the bruise on the side of his face. Kira doesn't react. Greg Adkins begins taking off his shirt, revealing welts, sores and other signs that he has not been taking care of his body. He then immediately runs over to Kira, who takes him down with an arm drag. He quickly reverts to a headlock CHOKE and begins torquing on the pressure. Adkins grabs on the arm and tries to unravel him at the fingers, but Kira's not letting that happen. Adkins then quickly headbutts him then grabs the arm. He manages to break himself free then counters with an armbar. Kira begins trying to get his way out, but Guttertrash ain't letting that happen! Kira somersaults forward and takes down Adkins with a clothesline to the back of the knee. He falls down, but continues holding onto Kira, so our Asian wrestler uses HIS own arm against him - forcing him on himself to a pin!
...One!
...Two!
...Thr-Adkins realizes he can keep the pin from happening by letting go, which he does. The pin count is stopped.
Taylor: Kira almost got the victory! He almost became Phoenix champ!
Romano: Kira obviously has the technical edge here.
Greg Adkins kicks Kira off of him, and he rolls his way back to his feet. Greg follows suit and he runs up to Kira. He moves forward with a standing splash, but Kira surprises everyone off their ass with a STIFF punch to the face! Greg Adkins goes down. I mean, everyone is just SHOCKED. Greg Adkins looks out. Kira goes down for another pinfall, but as he does, Greg's hand comes up and he fishhooks Kira. He then grabs the other side of Kira's mouth. He then lifts himself up and SPITS in Kira's mouth - with all one fluid motion, mind you! (And YES - the pun WAS intended!) It's one of Greg Adkins' special moves, the Dirty Fish Hook! Kira gets up in a fevered rage. He runs over to the other side of the ring, where he begins dry heaving. That's when Greg Adkins comes up from behind and puts Kira in a full nelson! Kira begins struggling, but Greg holds it on tight! It gets worse because Kira knows exactly what Adkins is doing now, and it all comes flooding in like a bad dream you realize isn't a dream.
Taylor: NO! THE HUMPING!
Romano: He calls this the Full Nelson With A Lot of Humping. Not exactly the most imaginative of names, but knowing Greg. I'm sure I wouldn't want it to be super creative anyways.
Gabe Valentine goes up to Kira and immediately starts asking him if he gives up - and believe me, Kira wants to say no. Most people aren't like Ember Ferrari. They don't consider the no-pants dance with Greg Adkins to be super appealing. Adkins begins opening his mouth like a sunbathing crocodile and occasionally "WEEES" like a pig in heat. Kira's in full panic mode and begins running to the ropes. He jumps on them and spins around, but Adkins still holds on! He's feeling the pain both physically and psychologically! Kira's losing energy, and fading. The referee goes up to Kira and lifts his arm. It drops.
Crowd: ONE!
Valentine lifts up the arm a second time. It falls.
Crowd: TWO!
Kira's gone. He lifts up the arm one final time.
Crowd: THREE!
But Kira doesn't let it fall down all the way! He finds a renewed sense of vigor and forces his way back in the game. he spins his arms around, moving with Adkins and unhooks his arms. He quickly grabs the baseball bat that Adkins brought into the ring, shoves a bunt into Adkins' stomach and then begins hooking his arms like he's in a pedigree position. He's taken by surprise! And with a roar, Kira lifts Greg Adkins in the air. Kira Driver '91! It hits! He holds it in position while Senior Referee Gabe Valentine slides in!
...One!
...Two!
...THREE!
The bell rings.
Jessie Love: Here is your winner and the NEW XHF Phoenix Champion - KIRA IZUMI!
Taylor: Kira did it! Kira won gold at the XHF once more!
Romano: It's been over two years but he has won gold again! The last time was right after the Ascension Wrestling Federation was just born! We merged the KWF eXtreme Championship and found our first ever Prestige Class Champion, and it was Kira Izumi! Now he's champion once again!
Taylor: And this is a championship within the XHF so now he has immortalized himself in XHF history! Well done, Kira!
Taylor: Kira’s the new Phoenix Champion!
Romano: What a match!
Kira holds the XHF Phoenix Championship up high and then someone enters the ring behind Kira.
Taylor: Hey! It’s Maverick! And he’s got something in his hands.
Romano: Oh no, Kira, get out of there.
Maverick looks Kira straight in the eyes, Adkins is seen getting back to his fee- ICONKICK TO ADKINS! Maverick throws the item at Kira, which turns out to be an Icon shirt, Maverick gives a beating to Adkins before he stops and raises the hand of Kira with his new XHF Phoenix Championship and The Icon shirt being worn.
An errant beach ball floats in the air as the crowd buzzes with excitement. Suddenly, “In the Hall of the Mountain King” hits and the crowd pops. Mongo the Destroyer walks out on stage with a microphone, heading down to the ring where a table and some chairs are set up. The crowd starts bowing down before Mongo, showing respect to the owner of the AWF.
Romano: Well, this will be a treat! The king of XHF himself, here to oversee a contract signing for Night of Champions!
Mongo marches down to the ring and ascends the staircase, climbing through the ropes into the ring. Mongo stands there proudly for a moment with a smirk on his face as the crowd keeps the chants and noise going for a long time. Finally, Mongo raises his hands and quiets the crowd down.
Mongo: Hello ladies and gentlemen....here. Now as you all know Night of Champions 10 is just around the corner. Over the years I have been able to build this empire and give fans the world over to see some of the best talent in the wrestling world!
Cheers erupt from the crowd.
Mongo: Oh I wasn't talking about here though. No, in the few years that have passed since Felix Ziko came out and told everyone how he was gonna change the wrestling world he has burned down his location, held shows in a little league field, allowed what I'm pretty sure is a pig to win the X*Crown, squandered real talent till they quit, lost his position of power to a fetish made flesh who somehow ran the company better than him and what does he have to show for it? This? A company that has just barely escaped the midwest! Felix Ziko has failed and here you all are here celebrating it.
He shakes his head as the crowd responds pretty poorly to Mongo's complaints, their cheers almost immediately shifting to vocifierous boos.
Mongo: You don't like that? In the same amount of time, I had built the XHF to a global juggernaut, the top wrestling company in the world! We had a pay-per-view in the Colosseum for goodness sakes! And now, on the cusp of what should be the most important match in the company between these two competitors; is Felix the one out here?
Mongo shrugs, looking around at the empty ring.
Mongo: Nope, because his appearance would only lower the value of the moment, instead I got asked to come make this place look special... if just for one night before its buried under a handful of must-see matches at Night of Champions. But whatever. Good for these guys. Raiden you finally did something besides flounder in the X*Crown division by taking a step (or two) down to this title and Drago you uh....got a piece of paper to earn your shot? Sure. Why not?
The crowd starts in unison chanting “ASSHOLE! ASSHOLE! ASSHOLE!” Mongo raises the microphone to speak but is completely drowned out by the crowd. He reluctantly waits a moment for the crowd to get tired.
Mongo: Shouting obscenities in unison. About the level of class I’d expect from somewhere that’s proudest accomplishment is being the shittier of two Carolinas.
Nuclear heat. The crowd comes unglued. “Fuck you Mongo” *clap* *clap* *clapclapclap* begins to play on repeat. Mongo rolls his eyes and waits for the heat to die down again.
Mongo: Now… as the owner of the Xtreme Hardcore Federation's Network, I- Mongo the Destroyer- am here to present the contract to this match. Who knows? Maybe Raiden and Drago will do what Felix couldn't do in the time he's been given and actually put this stink hole on the map! Let’s get on with it.
On command, darkness looms. The crowd steers while sitting in the void. Suddenly, a voice booms from the speakers:
"Tap!"
"Nap!"
"Snap!"
"Choose Wisely!"
After a few moments of stirring, light bell ringing, and crowd reaction, FEVER 333's blazing rifts begin. These sounds synchronize with red lights aiming for the ring curtain, which display the back of Drago's heavily tattooed body, and the X his arms are crossed in above his head. Drago whips around to face the audience, then begins his strut to the ring. He taps the XHF Tag team championship wrapped around his waist, offers a nod to Mongo, and steps across the table.
The opening riff of "Black" by Sevendust starts to play and is soon enough accompanied by the drum portion, bringing the fans to their feet as they look down at the stage. Raiden slowly strides his way out, determination set in his eyes as he gazes out into the crowd from beneath his hood.
Voices call, call out my name (my name, my name)
They say I'm different, well I'm not the same (the same)
You say you want to be like me
Well boy let me tell you don't know what I've seen
Rolling his shoulders, Raiden begins his way down the ramp, adjusting his gloves every so often as he reaches the bottom of the ramp.
They say a devil lives in my soul
I promise not to let him take control...
I'M MINDING, MY OWN BUSINESS!
I AIN'T DOING, NOTHING WRONG! I AIN'T DOING NOTHING WRONG!
With a bit of an added spring in his step, Raiden rolls into the ring, quickly pulling himself back up to his feet as the crowd cheers around him. Raiden’s on a beeline into the ring, and charging Drago’s way with so much energy that you’d think the table between the duo was hardly an obstacle. With a network to run, of course, Mongo takes a step forward before the champion gets ahead of himself.
Mongo: Night of Champions 10. Last time around, Raiden was trying to pluck the X-Crown away, and drag it into a soon-to-be-dead federation. This time you’re trying to win the world championship of a soon-to-be-dead federation. Some would call that progress but…
With a hand, Mongo motions to the AWF audience, to another rounds of boos and jeers. Raiden’s shakes his head and reaches for a mic, but it quickly cut off.
Mongo: ...then there’s Drago. Arrived in February, made it onto the biggest event of the year from… this place.You only had to use that Icon name to get your chances, to get those matches from that living, breathing gimp suit called Danica, and… you’re here.
Nate shrugs his shoulders, holds his hands up high, and laughs that insult off.
Mongo: But you’re both here, and we’re seeing Drago vs. Raiden for the AWF Prestige title at Night of Champions, instead of Maverick vs. Chris Card like we all thought it’d be. So tell me; what’re you going to do to put this place on the map?
Drago’s the first one to dart forward for a microphone, but he can barely speak between coy laughter.
Drago: I’ve got a meticulous ten-point plan to put this match, and the Ascension Wrestling Federation, on the map… but I’d like to start off by paying respects where it’s due. Let’s give it up tonight for the man who laid out the groundwork for the XHF network, so this federation could exist, so any of those federations could exist. Mongo the Destroyer!
It is not hyperbole to say the building’s shaking from the sheer about of yelling, stomping, and vocalized disdain from the crowd in attendance - even empty beer cups and trash are launched towards the ring.
Drago: He’s the man who buried the seeds to let this place raise from the ground. He’s the man who got those network contracts, or advertising contracts, so any of the xhf federations could even have an audience in attendance TO DO THE BOOING.
Drago: He’s also the man whose XHF Phoenix championship I held, whose XHF Tag Team championships I’m still holding, and who is responsible for gathering so much talent together to watch me beat them all. I crushed his tag team division in my second tag match, I crushed his rookies in the ladder match for the ‘piece of paper’ that earned me this title shot, and I’ve only been here for a few months… so I’m not sure if he wants to be the man insulting AWF. It’s Drago territory.
The crowd’s reaction is mixed, with a bit more cheers mixed into the stream of Drago hatred, but none is stronger than Raiden’s. With a hand on his championship belt, he responds.
Raiden: You Icons, you act as if everything belongs to you. Win one tag match? You deserve a title shot. Come in as hot shit for six months? Federation’s yours. You don’t pay attention to the work anyone else does. I stepped up to the plate and almost left with the X-crown at Night of Champions, last time. I spent the entire year working for this. In that time, I was beating better Icons. You beat me when I underestimated you.
Raiden: But if making a mistake against you means you’re ‘carrying this fed’, I’ll let you have your delusions. I’d rather have the championship.
Drago: I’d say taking advantage of a mistake is enough to warrant me saying this federation belongs to me. When I beat you again, no one’s going to call me a fluke champion. Can you say the same?
Right as tensions are at their highest, Mongo interjects through the two bantering back and forth, through the crowd noise, and clears his throat.
Mongo: Hey, knock it off. I’m not wasting a pay-per-view fight on South Carolina, of all places. Hell - I’m almost certain the shows on the beach so we could avoid the smell, jee-
Raiden: You really should be more respectful. Without these guys buying your tickets, you don’t even have a network. This company has been helping run the network since its inception and all you do is constantly shit on the place because it didn’t follow the vision you wanted. You look out across the Network as a whole these days and there are styles from all over constantly excelling in this environment yet you still choose to gut punch us?
Raiden shakes his head at Mongo, visibly disgusted with the Network Owner.
Raiden: Let’s not forget that AWF has been home to the most recent of X*Crown Champions, that’s something you can’t deny and only further proves the claim that this place is the best and holds the best of the best.
Mongo: I mean, that is true, but-
Drago: But what? Got another excuse?
Mongo nervously turns his head to Nathan then back to Raiden, both men staring back with burning hatred.
Drago: Since you obviously don’t give a shit about AWF, how about you just scrape this off the card?
Mongo: No, no, I-
Raiden: You only see us as a cash cow and you know it. I’ve met some disgusting individuals but so far you’re topping the list tonight, Mongo. Forget the talking, let’s just hurry this meeting up.
Shifting the title on his shoulder, Raiden leans down and picks up the pen, signing his name on one of the lines before sliding it across to Drago, his attention now back on Mongo. Following suit, Nathan flips the pen around and places his signature on the second line before closing the small booklet and forcefully shoving it into Mongo’s chest, nearly causing the man to tumble onto the canvas.
Drago: We’re done here. I’ll be waiting to break your fingers, Raiden.
Raiden: Not unless I split your banana looking ass first.
The two engage in another staredown while Mongo sheepishly makes his way out of the ring, quickly making his way away from ringside and back up the ramp. Back in the ring, Nathan holds up his half of the XHF Tag Team belts followed by Raiden holding up the Prestige Championship as a massive, unified “AY-DUBYA-EFF!” chant breaks out.
The sounds of the bustling city, laughing children and the standard hubbub of urban noise fill the arena. The AWFtron is filled with scenes of everyday like, joy and happiness. Then, mysteriously, beneath the everyday soundscape, the “Thanos Suite” from Infinity War begins to play, quietly at first, then rising, swelling, filling the arena. Every spotlight in the building focusses on the entrance gate as through it steps Maverick, dressed in uncharacteristic purple tights with gold boots. Maverick takes one arm out from behind his back, revealing the Infinity Gauntlet he is wearing. The spotlights dim and six broadening beams of laser light shoot out from each “gem” in the glove. Maverick smiles and…
SNAP!
With a click of his gauntleted fingers, suddenly half of the people in the video fade away to dust and ash on the breeze.
Maverick smiles to himself cotentedly as he continues his walk down to the ring. He gives the laser show one last sweep of the arena after climbing to the top turnbuckle before the lights go up again
Jessie Love: Introducing first, from Wexford, Ireland, weighing in at one hundred ninety two pounds, “THE ICONIC PRINCE”, MAAAAAAAAAAAAAVERIIIIIIIIIICK
Taylor: Maverick sure knows how to make a spectacle of an entrance.
Romano: It takes more than a snap of your fingers to get a 50/50 shot at beating Chris Card.
Taylor: The Iconic Prince knows that. But Maverick is capable of snapping more than just fingers.
The lights die around the arena. Looking up to the AWFtron, the Ace Of Hearts logo appears, backed with a couple of lines from “Everything Sucks” by Dope. The image tunes out and switches to the classic early 2000s era Technical Perfection skull and spade, backed by The Deftones’ cover of “Sweetest Perfection.” That again tunes out to the early 2010s logo and “Omen” by The Prodigy. Finally that tunes out to the instantly recognisable AWF version of the logo and “DC Sound Attack!” by Clutch. Then for the briefest pause, everything fades to black once more…
...and then, along with a visualization of the music, the intro to “Good L_ck (Yo_’re F_cked)” by Celldweller plays. Images of Bugattis, whisky, Blancpain watches, luxury yachts… the trappings of Chris Card’s success flash up as Card himself steps out of the gate and takes a slow, methodical walk down to the ring. Card meters out his pace very deliberately before rolling into the ring as the chorus hits…
GOOD LUCK!
YOU’RE FUCKED!
AND WE HATE TO SEE YOU GO MAN BUT EVERYONE KNOWS YOU’RE SCREWED!
GOOD LUCK!
YOU’RE FUCKED!
IT’S LIKE A LOSING GAME OF HANGMAN , THE LETTER WE NEED IS U,
YOU! YOU! YOU!
Card flashes a smile towards Maverick and waits to be introduced…
Jessie Love: And his opponent, originally from Halifax, Nova Scotia, Canada. He weighed in tonight at two hundred, twenty and one half pounds, he is known worldwide as “Technical Perfection” and he is very…
Crowd: VERY!
Jessie Love: ...good at what he does. CHRIIIIIIIIIIS CAAAAAAAAAAAARD!
Taylor: Do you think that ring rust will be affecting Chris Card at all, Cassius?
Romano: Did you not hear what Jessie said, Tommy? You don’t forget how to be very… VERY… good at what you do overnight!
The bell sounds and the match is underway. Maverick is a ball of energy, hyped up for the high profile encounter. To contrast, Card wastes absolutely no motion, preferring to keep focused on his opponent. Maverick darts in, looking to take Card down with a double leg but Card, the experienced mixed martial artist that he is counters with a sprawl. Maverick switches to attempt to go lower, clutching for a single leg this time but Card lifts his knee, grazing the side of Maverick’s head and causing the Irishman to totally whiff his attempt. Card takes two steps backwards away from the action and allows Maverick to stand again.
Taylor: Very cagey start from Chris Card.
Romano: It’s so damn hot, I think Card is metering out his energy. It’s the only way you can last in this heat.
Maverick tries to judge range on Card with an airy swing of his leg which fails to connect. The Iconic Prince takes a step into Card and fires off another kick, into the ribs of his opponent which Card soaks and counters any further attack by stepping through and simply back heel tripping Maverick to the canvas, overbalancing his opponent with ease. Card drops to mat level and applies a simple side headlock, making Maverick squirm for a few precious seconds before freeing himself. Having slipped out, Maverick makes sure he is first to stand and fires off a quick pair of right hands to Card as the rangy Canadian gets to his feet. Maverick goes for an arm and twists it out into an arm wringer, working at Card’s wrists.
Taylor: Maverick showing that he has a solid technical base to his game as well here.
Romano: I know he’s done a lot of training to face Chris Card. Working on your technique is a good way not to get completely outmatched in that area.
Still applying the twist to the arm, Maverick positions himself behind Card and applies a little downward pressure to the back of Card’s left calf. The Iconic Prince levers Card’s arm behind his own head and pushes down, straining Card’s tricep with the angle it’s trapped in and then leans Card forward by jabbing his knee into the top of Card’s back. Slowly, Card rolls against the twist of the hold to relieve pressure and begins to stand. Maverick again goes for the back of Card’s leg but as Card stands he makes sure to secure his vertical base with a wider stance and muscles his way to a standing position.
Taylor: Hold and counter hold. This is just beautiful wrestling on show here.
Romano: This is the AWF. You come to watch wrestling? We got your wrestling right here.
The armlock for Maverick is now loose as all hell because Card stood up in JUST the right way to release a lot of the pressure and Card takes full advantage, swinging Maverick’s arm around behind his back…
Crowd: Ooooooooooh!
Card reaches his free arm around Maverick’s neck area.
Taylor: CARIDAC ARREST!
But Maverick drops to his back and upkicks Card right into his bent over chin! Card staggers back for a couple of steps as Maverick hops to his feet with the agility he has made a name in. Maverick cocks a leg back and FIRES OFF A SUPERKICK…
Crowd: Ooooooooooooh!
Taylor: NO! ICONKICK!
WHICH CARD LEANS TO THE RIGHT AND WATCHES IT SAIL PAST HIS HEAD! Card takes a step back to reset but Maverick closes the distance quicker than a hiccup and fires off a massive overhand right. Card shakes his head to clear the cobwebs and lashes Maverick across the chest with a chop that echoes around the arena. Maverick reels back clutching his chest but quickly regains his compasure and fires off another punch…
Crowd: MAV!
Card responds with another chop!
Crowd: CARD!
A third punch from Maverick!
Crowd: MAV!
A third knife edge chop from Card!
Crowd: CARD!
Incensed by Card’s responses to his punches, Maverick closes in rapidly and just goes to town on Card with a wild selection of punches. Jabs, crosses, switching stance. Card is forced to cover the hell up as Maverick bull rushes him straight back to the ropes. Sensing a small opportunity, the Irishman grabs for one of Card’s blocking arms and slings him across the ring. Card returns from the far ropes and Maverick leaps forwards and upwards, nailing Card across the throat with a pinpoint accurate leg lariat. Maverick rolls back to his feet and pumps his fists.
Maverick: COME ON!
Taylor: Maverick is feeling it now. He’s a ball of energy.
Romano: One thing he will have on Chris Card is raw pace.
Taylor: Do you think that’s down to Card’s age?
Romano: Chris Card has always preferred things to work slowly and deliberatey.
Maverick runs to the far ropes for some extra momentum then as he reutrns to where Chris Card is he screeches and jumps into the air, coiling his body up like a spring before landing and driving both feet into Card’s abdomen. Maverick drops to cover…
ONE!
TWO!
Card kicks out just after the two count goes down. Maverick backs off into a corner and lines up with Card getting to one knee. The Iconic Prince charges in and bounces off that knee, landing his own knee firmly into Card’s face with a Shining Wizard! The Irishman is up and on his feet in milliseconds, already charging as Card barely gets his head off of mat level and then two feet are driven into Card’s temple with a vicious basement dropkick! Maverick covers again…
ONE!
TWO!
T… Card kicks out again.
Taylor: Maverick is feeling it today, Romano!
Romano: You can argue with Maverick’s tactics at times but he is truly one of the most exciting members of the AWF roster. And that really is high praise.
Crowd: MAV-ER-ICK! MAV-ER-ICK!
Catching his breath for a second, Maverick allows Card to get to his feet. As Card stands, The Iconic Prince blasts him with a European Uppercut, the sheer force of the blow turning Card’s back to Maverick. Maverick grasps a back waistlock quickly and hurls Card backwards over his own head with a nasty German Suplex. Maverick rolls through and pops his hipsto drag Card back into a back waistlock before ducking his head underneath Card’s arm and lifting him up into a double knee backbreaker!
Taylor: That’ll make your doctor want to check your spine.
Romano: To see if you still have one and if it’s still got all its parts!
Chris Card is sucking wind on the canvas as Maverick rolls away and gets to his feet. He looks down at Card and then points to the sky…
Crowd: YEEEEEEEEEEAH!
...before cragging Card’s carcass over to a corner and beginning to climb. Maverick stands on the first turnbuckle. Then the second. Then the top, turning to look down at the laying Card. Maverick takes a deep breath in and LEAPS OFF DOING A FULL ONE AND THREE QUARTER ROTATIONS IN MIDAIR!
Taylor: What time is it Cassius?
Romano: It’s…
Taylor: SIX THIRTY!
Maverick covers…
ONE!
TWO
TH.. Card kicks out.
Romano: Never interrupt me like that again.
Maverick pounds the mat with his fists in frustration. He remonstrates with the referee who osignals a very clear two to both Maverick and the crowd. Finally The Iconic Prince just rushes Chris Card down and drops a running Senton across his chest. Maverick rolls straight through and up to his feet, the crowd electrified by the Irishman’s performance. Stomping down at Card’s limbs, Maverick is like a rabid dog, unwilling to give even the slightly ounce of air to Card. Finally, Maverick runs over to the ring ropes and bounces over them, turning back to face Card. Maverick grasps tightly onto the top rope and waits for Card to struggle back to his feet again before leaping onto the top rope, bouncing then FLIPPING IN MID AIR AND CONNECTING WITH A BREATHTAKING SOMERSAULT CLOTHESLINE!
Taylor: CROSSFIRE! CROSSFIRE!
Maverick lays across Card and waits for the referee to count…
ONE!
TWO!
THR… Card SOMEHOW worms his way out!
Taylor: CARD IS OUT! I THOUGHT THAT WAS OVER!
Romano: You thought wrong, Taylor.
Frustrated, Maverick stalks Card on the mat, moving almost snakelike. The Iconic Prince grabs one of Card’s arms and wrenches it into position behind Card’s own head. He reaches across, threading his own arm into position to crank Card’s upper spine with a stretch of the neck…
Taylor: ANACONDA VICE!
Maverick nearly has the move fully applied and he leans over to try and put that crank on tight enough to earn a submission… but Card uses his free arm to thread THAT into the mix preventing Maverick from getting the torque on the hold! Mav struggles and won’t give up on the hold but he leans a little too far forwards and Card kicks out with both this legs shaking the whole pile and giving Card a little breathing room. Card squirms his body sideways as Maverick tries for one last burst of effort and Card gets just sideways enough to drape a leg over the bottom rope. Finally Mav gets enough purchase to lock in the hold properly… just as the referee asks for the break! Mav screams at the referee who simply points to the rope.
Taylor: Chris Card escapes the hold!
Romano: Chris Card is the master of upper spine submissions. He’s savvy enough to escape when someone attempts to trap him in one.
Now Maverick is flat out pissed off. He dives on Card, laying in forearms and fists before floating round and attempting to take Card’s back, thinking rear naked choke. Card again reaches out with a leg but this time Maverick is prepared and locks in a loose body scissors to roll the pile back towards the centre of the ring. Arms around Card’s neck, Maverick looks to cut off the blood supply to Card’s brain at the carotid artery but again, sumbimmsion wrestling is Card’s field and he tucks his legs in, leans into Maverick and pushes just have enough so he is applying downward pressure onto Maverick’s body, including the shoulders and the referee starts to count!
ONE!
TWO!
Maverick releases the choke and discards across the ring! He stands, grits his teeth and grins, a sinister grin at that, as he waits for Chris Card to stand. Maverick cocks back his leg and uncoils it like a spring…
Taylor: ICONKICK!
BUT CHRIS CARD GETS HIS ARMS UP TO BLOCK!
Chris Card: My turn!
Card coils his leg back, just as Maverick did before him. Maverick, not wanting to get kicked in the face, covers up to block the Calling Card he KNOWS is coming his way…
Taylor: CALLING CARD!
AND CARD CHANGES THE TRAJECTORY OF THE KICK AND SUPERKICKS MAVERICK SQUARE IN THE MIDDLE OF HIS CHEST! MAVERICK REELS BACK AND COLLAPSES UNDER THE FORCE OF THE BLOW!
Taylor: No?
Romano: HEARTBREAKER! HEARTBREAKER!
Card drops to cover…
ONE!
TWO!
THR… MAVERICK KICKS OUT!
Romano: Card did promise to leave Maverick “Heartbroken”. He just didn’t tell him exactly what that meant.
Taylor: When was the last time Card used that move?
Romano: About 17 years ago.
Chris Card stands and throws the “Cross Your Heart” taunt…
Crowd: YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAHHHH!
Card stands up and looks down at Maverick who seems fully compos mentis but vaguely surprised. Card closes in quickly and drags Maverick to his feet, locking in an inverted facelock tightly… so tightly that his arm is beginning to cut off the blood flow to Maverick’s brain!
Taylor: DRAGON SLEEPER!
The hold stays applied, Maverick waving off the referee with his free hand as he is asked about giving up. Card wrenches ever tighter on the hold. Mav’s protestations seem to be getting weaker. The referee lifts his arm once…
...and it drops.
Taylor: Could this be it for Maverick?
Crowd: MAV-ER-ICK! MAV-ER-ICK!
The referee lifts the arm again…
...and it drops.
Romano: It could, Taylor.
The referee lifts Mav’s arm for a third time… AND MAVERICK HOLDS IT ALOFT! MAVERICK LOOKS TO BE FIGHTING OFF THE HOLD… AND CARD GRABS THAT FREE ARM, WRAPS IT UP IN A HAMMERLOCK AND DELIVERS A STUNNING SHORT INVERTED DDT STRAIGHT OUT OF THE HOLD!
Romano: CARDIAC ARREST BETA! CARDIAC ARREST BETA!
Card covers…
ONE!
TWO!
THR… MAVERICK KICKS OUT!
Card rolls away and then, echoing Maverick earlier in the match, POINTS TO THE SKY!
Taylor: NO!
Romano: YES!
Card walks over to the corner and… BEGINS TO CLIMB!
Taylor: Have you EVER seen Chris Card go to the top rope before?
Romano: Yes. I doubt Maverick has though.
Taylor: Why is that Cassius?
Romano: Because he would have been in diapers the last time it happened.
Maverick begins slowly to get to his feet as Card ascends slowly, carefully to the top rope. He looks down at Maverick, waiting to pick exactly the right angle… Maverick turns…
Crowd: CARD! CARD! CARD! CARD!
And as the Irish prdigy turns to face Card time seems to stand still for a second in the arena…
...Maverick is now facing the corner…
...he looks up…
...AND CARD DIVES OFF THE TOP ROPE WITH A DIVING LEG LARIAT!
Crowd: HO! LY! FUCK! HO! LY! FUCK!
Taylor: Do you have a name for that, Cassius?
Romano: That was one half of his finisher with Sean Casey. “The Guillotine.” I did not expect to ever see that move again.
Card covers…
ONE!
TWO!
THRE… MAVERICK KICKS OUT! MAVERICK KICKS OUT! MAVERICK GOD DAMN KICKS OUT!
Sucking wind majorly Card stands up first. Card waits on Maverick to stand up and throws a head height roundhouse kick. Maverick is on wobbly legs… BUT STILL MANAGES TO DUCK! SUPERKICK!
Taylor: ICONKICK OUTTA NOWHERE!
Card reels backwards and falls against the ropes. Maverick tries to follow in but CARD HAS ENOUGH ABOUT HIM TO THROW A SUPERKICK OF HIS OWN!
Taylor: CALLING CARD!
BOTH men are on wobbly legs and BOTH men go to the well again, ICON KICK AND CALLING CARD HITTING AT THE SAME TIME! BOTH MEN DROP TO THE MAT!
ONE!
TWO!
Crowd: BOTH THESE GUYS! BOTH THESE GUYS!
THREE!
FOUR!
FIVE!
Taylor: I don’t think either man can get up again. Not in this heat.
SIX!
SEVEN!
Maverick gets up to one knee…
EIGHT!
Card gets up to one knee…
NINE!
TE… BOTH MEN ARE BACK UP AGAIN!
Romano: You have an endless supply of wrong to draw from, don’t you Taylor?
Card grasps hold of Maverick around the waist! Standing switch sets up the German Suplex, the prelude to the end for Card. Card arches back… BUT MAVERICK WORMS OUT OF THE HOLD TO PREVENT THE BRIDGE AND FLIPS WITH THE MOTION! Card turns, unaware of where his opponent is and Maverick plants him with a simple toe kick. Maverick goes to get the hooks in for Storm Of The Prince but Card backdrops Maverick out of the standing head scissors! Card tires to close in but The Iconic Prince leaps off his feet and sends Card down to the mat with a picture perfect dropkick! Maverick stands and looks to take Card Down To Earth with a stomp but Card rolls out of the way!
Crowd: THIS IS AWE-SOME! THIS IS AWE-SOME!
Card looks up from his position on on the mat and rolls an extra time. Maverick turns to look down at Card but the wily veteran sees something he likes in the angle, Maverick's body blocking the referee's line of sight. Card goes into the old bag of tricks and STRIKES UPWARDS FROM GROUND LEVEL STRAIGHT INTO MAVERICK'S CROTCH! MAVERICK WOBBLES AND CARD HOOKS HIM WITH A SCHOOLBOY ROLLUP!
The referee, having seewn no cheating occur just drops for the count...
ONE!
TWO!
THRE... MAVERICK KICKS OUT! MAVERICK KICKS OUT! MAVERICK! KICKS! OUT!
Romano: There's that veteran instinct coming into play!
Taylor: My god Cassius! Chris Card has cheated his way to so many wins, gets off a blatant low blow on Maverick and IT DOESN'T WORK! The Iconic Prince has the heart of a damn lion in this match!
Both men get to a vertical base, both men looking tired. Maverick puts up his dukes, looking to turn this into a brawl. Card looks at Maverick and throws a roundhouse kick at his head but Maverick’s guard is sure enough to deflect the move. Maverick tries for a straight right but Card grabs for the arm and locks in a Hammerlock straight away. Maverick, not wanting anything to do with the many things Card can do from this position, back elbows Card to make him release some of the pressure. Maverick spins, reverses the pressure and just FLINGS Card into a corner. Maverick approaches, but Card creates a little space with a Teep kick, more to push the Irishman away than to do damage. The Iconic Prince tries again and again Card just fires off a Teep to push Maverick away. Frustrated, Maverick approaches for a third time and Card throws another Teep kick…
EXCEPT HE DOESN’T! HE TURNS HIS LEG AROUND MID KICK AND LANDS A QUESTION MARK KICK TO THE SIDE OF MAVERICK’S HEAD! CARD LANDS ANOTHER TEEP KICK TO GIVE HIM JUST THE RIGHT AMOUNT OF SPACE! HE SPINS INTO A MASSIVE BACKFIST THAT LASHES HIS KNUCKLES ACROSS THE SIDE OF MAVERICK’S HEAD! AND THEN WITH THE EXTRA MOMENTUM HE ADDS AN EXTRA SPIN, AND HOOK KICKS MAVERICK IN THE HEAD WITH HIS TRAILING LEG!
Taylor: MARITIME HURRICANE!
Card drops to cover…
ONE!
TWO!
THREE! Maverick kicks out… but he’s a MILLISECOND TOO LATE! Maverick pounds the mat, annoyed at the result.
Jessie Love: The winner of the match, “TECHNICAL PERFECTION” CHRIIIIIIIIIS CAAAAAAAAAAAARD.
Card walks up to Jessie Love and asks to be passed the microphone. He puffs and paants at the exertion of the match.
Chris Card: Jessie, This match marks my 20th year in this business. And don’t mistake this for a retirement speech or anything because I have no plans to go anywhere. But know this. Every time I make an appearance, go to a signing, cut a press conference I get an older wrestling fan come up to me and tell me the first time they remember seeing a Chris Card match. And the dedicated members of this audience? They’re ones who are here right here, right now and are going to be around in twenty more years. Maverick? They’ll be telling their memories of this match to you. Remember I said that.
Taylor: Chris Card giving a seal of approval to Maverick?
Romano: He doesn’t make a habit of lying. I think Card is being genuine.
The trons light up with camera footage from a local seaside bar. The cameras push through the hustle and bustle of the bar and to the outdoor area, where there is a pool. The cameras rotate around the pool where a few people are lounging, before settling on a corner seat by the pool. There, laid out in a bathing suit that's probably a smidge too high above the knee, is Seth Dillinger, the X*Crown Champ. The crowd pops hard for the champion, who is wearing sunglasses and is reclined back in a lounge chair. The cameras push in close and Seth cranes his neck up to see them and flashes a grin.
Seth Dillinger: Oh... hey there. Don't mind me, I'm just... preparing for Night of Champions in the only way I know how.
Seth casually reaches over to the table beside him and grabs a glass filled with some sort of frozen slush. He takes a long, luxurious sip through a straw, making sure to make the drink slurp a bit. He smacks his lips in satisfaction.
Seth Dillinger: See, I'm not booked on the card tonight. Per our agreement with XHF, I've got to defend the X*Crown at Night of Champions instead. Which... like, man, that sucks. I couldn't give a fuck about that. If it was up to me, I'd be out there tonight defending this bad boy for the THOUSANDS of AWF fans who are sticking out this goddamn heat wave to watch the best wrestling in the WORLD.
The crowd at the venue cheers loudly at Seth's blatant pandering. He flashes a smile.
Seth Dillinger: Alas... it was not to be. But I'll be damned if the rest of the roster is gonna get a paid beach vacation and I'm going to miss out on it. See, I have trained. I have prepared. Because I'm going to make DAMN sure that the X*Crown is coming home to AWF after Night of Champions. There's no other place I'd rather it be. But... the Rumble taught me something. It taught me that maybe that guy James Dragon had the right idea. Maybe it's right to just... take it easy...
Seth stretches out his arms and holds them behind his head, resting his head against his palms.
Seth Dillinger: After all, I'm not going to get my abs any more toned. Another centimeter on my bicep won't do. You know, like, scientifically, working under stress causes people to do their job worse, right? So, that's science. Seems like, you know, making sure all that stress melts away is the best way to be ready for Night of Champions.
Seth now stands from the chair and starts to wander at poolside, strolling along the pool and following a wooden walkway out to the actual beach.
Seth Dillinger: I mean... man, look at this view.
Seth motions out to the water, where the waves are rolling and crashing. He starts to walk down along the beach.
Seth Dillinger: Sometimes... we have to remember to slow down. Take a leisurely stroll. Enjoy the view.
Seth reaches up and wipes away a line of sweat off his forehead.
Seth Dillinger: ...even if we're in the middle of what I can ONLY assume is the heat death of the fucking universe. Goddamn, you guys. It's hot as balls out here. But... global warming is totally fake, right?
Seth chuckles to himself and keeps strolling.
Seth Dillinger: That's why I'm--
In the middle of his sentence, a figure comes careening in from off-screen and slams into Seth. Seth goes tumbling forward into the sand as the figure stands up, slamming foot after foot into the X*Crown champion's sides.
Romano: What the--
Taylor: Who the hell!?
The camera backs up to get out of the way, and the figure is clearly wearing a mask, obscuring their identity. Seth gets up to his hands and knees and crawls forward to the grass just over the sand dune, trying to get out of the sand to get his footing. The figure follows quickly, stalking behind Seth and snatching him up off the ground. The mystery attacker grabs the back of Seth's head and runs forward, driving him into the wall of a nearby beachfront resort. The figure hauls off and tries to punch Seth, who ducks down out of the way, causing the attacker to punch hard concrete instead. Seth takes a moment to pull himself back up to his feet and put some distance in between him and the attacker, then charges forward, wrapping up the attacker around the waist. Seth drives the mystery assailant back, back... back... AND THROUGH THE GLASS OF A ROOM AT THE RESORT! Both of them go tumbling back through the glass and into a room, which happens to be occupied.
Taylor: HOLY SH--
Romano: That's not good. That's not good.
A woman in a bathrobe shrieks and darts out of the bed, charging towards the door into the interior of the resort. Seth crawls over to the attacker and starts to try to pull the mask off, but the attacker grabs a piece of broken glass and swipes at Seth, causing him to roll off to avoid injury. Seth drags himself up to his feet, as does the attacker, leading to Seth grabbing the attacker by the back of the head and dragging him out through the open door. Resort staff and guests alike flee screaming as they see the X*Crown champ walking out into the poolside area, wearing nothing but a short swimsuit and covered in some cuts and scratches from going through the door. Seth scans around looking for something, anything, to use as a weapon. He sees a few grills by the swimming pool and starts marching over towards them.
Taylor: I don't like where this is going.
Romano: This is insane! Who the hell is this!?
Taylor: I think Seth's about to make sure he finds out!
Seth drags this person over to the grill and opens the hood of it, then brings the person's head down, slamming it into the metal grating on the grill. He picks their head back up and gets some vertical distance, then slams it back down on the grill again! He goes to do it a third time... but this time, the mystery assailant has grabbed an empty beer bottle sitting nearby on the grill and SMASHES it into Seth's head. Seth relinquishes his grip on the attacker and stumbles backwards in a daze. The attacker takes advantage of the opportunity and rushes at Seth, driving a boot into his chest. Seth flies backwards and splash lands in the pool, dipping underwater. Resort guests scramble out of the pool, yelling for security. With Seth briefly incapacitated, the masked attacker turns and books it, holding a hand to their face. Seth comes up for air, getting his hands on the edge of the pool to stabilize him, gasping for air as little trails of blood run off his chest and spread out into the water of the pool. He looks for a sign of where the assailant went, but he sees nothing.
Romano: I have no idea what just happened...
Taylor: Neither do I... are we getting medical to check out Dillinger?
Romano: We don't even know where he is!
Taylor: Folks, we'll keep you updated if any new information develops. Until then...
Romano: The show must go on.
The lights go out as "Family Man" by Craig Campbell starts to play. A rainbow of different colored lights come back on flashing throughout the arena. The Family Man walks down the aisle shaking hands as he heads towards the ring. He slowly walks up the ring steps as he looks out among the crowd waving as he enters the ring and stands in his corner.
Taylor: Here is Danny Ray, the United States Champion!
Romano: He is here representing America, against a member of Legion, looking to take it from him.
As the arena darkens, RATM begins to play. The screen plays old images of crows flying through the skies, as the music builds up. As the music kicks in, StormCrow walks out from the gorilla position with his arms outstretched, to cheers from the fans. In one hand he is holding a bottle of whiskey, swishing it as he takes a spin on stage before continuing to the ring.
He circles the ring and slaps hands with fans before getting to the announcers table, depositing his coat and alcohol before sliding into the ring. He mounts the corner turnbuckle, arm in the air for the fans and remains there.
Taylor: You know, Stormcrow won the XHF European Championship. If he wins this belt, wouldn't he be like... a global champion?
Romano: It doesn't quite work that way. The whole is greater than the sum of the parts and the AWF is NOT the XHF. More than that, that's assuming Stormcrow wins. Danny Ray has a lot of heart, and a fights all the way. He won't be easy to beat.
The referee holds up the AWF United States Championship. The bell rings, and the two men stare down. “Let’s Go StormCrow” chants can be heard as Storm is the fan-favorite compared to Danny Ray and his recent dastardly deeds. The two men lock up in the center of the ring, which also favors Storm as he gets off the blocks early, twisting Ray’s arm. Ray is no slouch though, clubbing back at Storm with his free hand to get the hold broken, catching him in the side of the face. Storm stumbles back before being knocked off his feet with a body block from the champion.
Taylor: The hearty technician vs. the brawler with nerves of steel. What’s it going to take for either man to get the win and capture the championship tonight?
Romano: For StormCrow, he has to stay focused with his technical ability. Ever since Danny took on this darker side, he’s been on a tear lately. He gave up the fans and has gained that killer edge we’ll see here.
Danny Ray waits in the corner, looking for an early spear as the crowd boos. Storm makes it back to his feet and counters the spear with a knee to Danny’s face as he’s about to make impact. Storm grabs Danny and throws him through the ropes to the floor.
The referee begins his count as Storm Crow joins his competitor on the outside. The sweat is already beginning to pour off of the 6’2” wrestler, his long hair not helping at all with the summer temperatures. He keeps his focus as he grabs his opponent and looks for an opportunity, sliding behind his opponent and locking in a rear naked choke on the outside. The count climbs to three as Danny struggles to break free from the hold.
Taylor: Rear naked choke on the outside! Danny could be in trouble early!
Romano: Storm knows he can’t win out here. I think he’s trying to send a message to the champion early. These two men know what’s at stake here and aren’t going to hold back.
The count continues to grow as Danny makes it back to his feet, finding the strength to find his footing even as the life is sucked out of him. Storm still has the hold applied, but is still on top of Danny’s back, trying to weigh down the champion, but suddenly, the champion charges into the barricade! At the last second he turns, sending StormCrow and himself through the barricade with brutal force!
Taylor: That’s one way to break a hold! The two men crash on the outside!
Romano: Danny’s not going down that easy! Storm could be in trouble here, the title can not change hands on a countout and both men are still down!
Not for long, as the AWF United States Champion is the first one back to his feet. He stomps on Storm Crow before shaking off the cobwebs and yelling at the booing crowd. He steps over the broken barricade and slides back into the ring. He counts along with the referee, reaching a count of eight with him before grabbing the back of his head. He sits in the corner as he waits for his opponent, who is now back on his feet.
Taylor: Eight! Danny may have caught his contender napping!
Romano: Storm’s back on his feet though. I’d be concerned about Danny, grabbing the back of his head like that is never a good sign with him.
Taylor: We’ve seen recently some medical problems holding the brawler back, but I’m sure he’s ready for whatever challenges Storm can throw at him.
Storm attempts to get back into the ring, only to get met with a hard kick to the face. Danny grabs him in the ropes and pulls him out, stretching his body as Storm’s feet are still caught up in the ropes. He drops his opponent with a rope-assisted Nap Time as the crowd boos loudly! The cover and the count!
...ONE…
...TWO…
StormCrow kicks out!
Taylor: That damn DDT was almost the end of it!
Romano: Look at Danny, he’s right back on top of Storm, firing away!
The punches rain down from the champion as he looks to keep Storm down. Storm has to put his leg on the ropes to finally get the assault to end, and even then the referee counts. The count feels like forever as Danny continues to pummel his challenger, before finally getting off. The crowd boos loudly as the champion stretches his neck and grabs at the back of his head.
Danny pulls his challenger closer towards him and suddenly applies the Time Out, his version of the Camel Clutch! Storm is left with nowhere to go as the champion pulls back on his neck and head, as well as putting all 260 pounds of his weight onto his back. The crowd boos as Storm slams his hand down in the mat in frustration.
Taylor: The champion has his contender’s number tonight, and the suffering continues for Storm with the Time Out! This could be it!
Romano: I can’t believe the dominant performance Danny is putting on tonight! Storm may have spent too much time hanging out with those damn cultists!
Storm looks for the ropes and stretches his arm out. They’re just a bit too far away from him as he slams his hand down again. The crowd begins to chant once again, “Let’s Go StormCrow!”
Romano: Chant all you want, but this one’s over!
Taylor: Storm’s still got some fight left in him, but I’m not sure how much!
Storm reaches out again. Just a bit short, a fingertip away. The crowd chants get louder as he looks down at the mat, a pile of sweat having poured down from his head, exhausted and in pain. He reaches down and digs down deep, finally getting his finger tips on the ropes. Danny takes every advantage he can, once again holding onto the hold for the maximum amount of time he’s allowed. When Danny gets off, the referee yells at him to release the hold on rope breaks as Storm crawls on the mat. Danny rolls him over and pins him again.
...ONE…
...TWO…
...StormCrow kicks out!
Danny bangs his hand into the mat in frustration as he grabs the back of his head again, cursing out his opponent. He backs up against the ropes and waits for Storm to crawl back up to his feet. When he finally does, he kicks Storm in the gut and hooks both of his arms for The Sitter, but Storm bites the leg!
Taylor: Danny looking for The Sitter, no! A bite from StormCrow!
Romano: Should check Danny for rabies after that move!
Taylor: The crowd loved it regardless! And what’s Storm looking for here?
Danny grabs at his leg in pain as Storm sneaks behind him, before bringing his arm over top of Danny’s chest. He grabs Danny and flips him up… and then straight down onto his head!
Taylor: Death Becomes You! Death Becomes You! Out of nowhere Storm Crow plants him with that finisher!
Romano: I don’t think I’ve seen anyone kick out of this! New champion!
Storm shakes off the cobwebs and dives for the cover, throwing an arm over Danny. The referee counts with the crowd!
...ONE…
...TWO…
...THR-NO!
Danny Ray kicks out!
Taylor: He kicked out! He kicked out! The AWF United States Champion beats the death move!
Romano: God help him, I didn’t think he had it in him, but the champion isn’t going down that easy. Really both men giving it everything they can as this pouring summer heat continues to drain both big men!
Storm looks down at the mat, knowing that might have been his best chance as the crowd cheers him on. He looks over at the ropes and knows what he has to do. He begins to ascend them, and the crowd rises to their feet as he prepares to drop the elbow!
Taylor: Could we see Nevermore from the top?!
Romano: Danny’s back on his feet! Look out!
Danny prevents the elbow from being dropped on him, heading to the corner where Storm stands up top. Storm tries to deliver a kick to keep Danny from climbing the ropes, but Danny is persistent, scaling the ropes in spite of the pain. He responds with the lefts and rights of a hardworking Anheuser-Busch man, but as the two men exchange blows, it becomes clear that the heat is taking its toll. The punches, cheering, and booing finally die down as Danny scores another left right to Storm’s jaw. Storm almost loses his balance, but Danny catches him by shoving him between his legs. He looks back and prepares to hit The Sitter again.
Taylor: If Danny hits the Sitter from up here, this match is over!
Romano: Storm looking in a bad way here!
Danny hooks both legs, but right as he is about to jump, he grabs at the back of his head again, feeling the pain. Storm slips out of his legs and delivers a brutal headbutt right to Danny’s chest, knocking Danny to the mat below!
Storm reclaims his balance and footing before looking down at Danny. The crowd roars as he leaps, and crashes down right into Danny’s sternum with a hard, hard elbow drop!
Taylor: Nevermore! Nevermore!
Romano: Quoth the Raven, I think Storm might have done it here! The cover and the count!
...ONE....
...TWO…
...THREE!
Jessie Love: Here is your winner, and the NEEEEEEEEEEEWWWWWWWWWW United States Champion, STOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORMMMMMMMMMMMMMCROOOOOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWW!
Taylor: This hot summer clash comes to an end with a new champion! Danny came to play tonight, but StormCrow withstood everything he could throw at him, and then delivered the high impact moves of his own!
Romano: Danny beat death tonight, but Storm was not going to be denied tonight! Great match!
Storm Crow is handed the AWF United States Championship. The crowd cheers loudly for the new champion as he climbs the ropes, holding the championship above his head. He keeps posing as Danny rolls out of the ring, headed for the back. We look to the sky as fireworks begin to shoot off in the sky, a series of Beach Blasts.
Taylor: Storm Crow’s title win puts a fitting end to a night of big moments! The summer continues to heat up, and the action’s only getting more exciting!
Romano: We’ll see you after Night of Champions, live next Sunday on XHF PPV!
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OOC:
The AWF Admin Team would like to take a moment of our time to recognize one of our longest standing members.
As you may know, Danny Ray, also known throughout the forum as Duke Kosloff and a littany of other characters (we miss The Chef!), is stepping away soon as he heads into major surgery. While we do not know the extent of the surgery, we do know that it will require Danny to miss substantial time with us, and as a member who has been here for the long term and been with us through the ups and downs, we wanted to take a moment to say thank you.
Thank you, Duke/Danny, for all of the hard work that you put into the XHF network and into all of your characters. We can truly tell that you are a dedicated member of every team you happen to be on throughout the XHF network. You truly care about everything related to the Network, and in our numerous conversations, we can tell that you care about everyone involved with the Network as well. The AWF and every other company in the network simply can not exist without wrestlers like you, guys who are up for every challenge ahead of them and ready for whatever life throws at them next. We know that you will take this mindset into your major surgery, and come back even stronger than you ever were before.
We wish you the best of luck and once again, want to say thank you for everything you’ve contributed to the AWF and the rest of the XHF over the time we’ve gotten to know you. Godspeed, Danny, and just know when you get back the first title shot’s on us.
Thank you,
AWF Admins
The AWF Admin Team would like to take a moment of our time to recognize one of our longest standing members.
As you may know, Danny Ray, also known throughout the forum as Duke Kosloff and a littany of other characters (we miss The Chef!), is stepping away soon as he heads into major surgery. While we do not know the extent of the surgery, we do know that it will require Danny to miss substantial time with us, and as a member who has been here for the long term and been with us through the ups and downs, we wanted to take a moment to say thank you.
Thank you, Duke/Danny, for all of the hard work that you put into the XHF network and into all of your characters. We can truly tell that you are a dedicated member of every team you happen to be on throughout the XHF network. You truly care about everything related to the Network, and in our numerous conversations, we can tell that you care about everyone involved with the Network as well. The AWF and every other company in the network simply can not exist without wrestlers like you, guys who are up for every challenge ahead of them and ready for whatever life throws at them next. We know that you will take this mindset into your major surgery, and come back even stronger than you ever were before.
We wish you the best of luck and once again, want to say thank you for everything you’ve contributed to the AWF and the rest of the XHF over the time we’ve gotten to know you. Godspeed, Danny, and just know when you get back the first title shot’s on us.
Thank you,
AWF Admins
