FRIDAY NIGHT CHAOS - C01/E01 (RESULTS)
Aug 21, 2019 19:42:47 GMT -5
Mongo the Destroyer, Kira Izumi, and 4 more like this
Post by Omar Azure (LXW CEO) on Aug 21, 2019 19:42:47 GMT -5
PROWDLY PRESENTS.....
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Lucha Xtreme Wrestling Presents
Live on the XTREME NETWORK & TNT
FRIDAY NIGHT CHAOS - CYCLE 01 | EPISODE 01
Friday July 26th 2019 - The Pit, formally named Dreamstyle Arena - Albuquerque, New Mexico
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::Warning::
This live event contains stunts performed by professionals or
under the supervision of professionals and maybe unsuitable for younger viewers.
Accordingly LXW and it's producers must insist that no one attempt to
recreate or re-enact any stunt or activity performed in this live event.
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Friday Night Chaos - Staff
Commentators:
Hugo Santana & Jorge Cabrerra
Ring Announcer:
Melissa May
Time Keeper:
Pablo Castrajena
Referees:
Helga Kurgen, Enmascarado, & Javi Moncada
PRE SHOW SEGMENT
Featuring:
Omar Azure & Sam Joseph
<<OFFICE>>
This was it, the big night of the show, and yet even moments from the show, there was still last minute paperwork. Omar let out a sigh of relief, signing the last of the papers with a flourish. He would rather have finished his monotonous task in his own office, but things being the way they were...
A light tap on the door interrupted her thoughts.
Omar Azure: “The door is open.”
Sam Joseph came through the door with a saunter, his gear bag in tow. Omar's dark gaze sharpened as the Hellcat made his way towards his desk.
Omar Azure: “Mr. Joseph. What a surprise, but I had a feeling that you would be coming to see mw. Please take a seat. I would offer you more, but this office does not have the same amenities as my own. Oh well, we all make do when we have to.”
A small shrug of his shoulders and pleasant shoulders, accompanied this comment.
Omar Azure: “We haven't exactly had the time to talk since you joined the company, I apologize for that. Most importantly because I have not had the chance to tell you how pleased I am that you decided to join us.”
Sam lets out an almost embarrassed smirk.
Sam Joseph: “About that...”
Sam fishes into his bag and pulls out the LXW contract, carelessly flicking the corners as he causally eyes strangely at Omar.
Sam Joseph: "It's a very nice contract, fair terms, nothing too scary. But there is just the one, tiny, little sticking point."
Sam pulls out his flask and takes a quick sip.
Sam Joseph: “I don't quite trust you.”
Omar arches an eyebrow, not in the least surprised or insulted.
Omar Azure: “And due to our old feud that we had, nor do I trust you, but if you like I could pretend to be surprised, but in all honesty a person who trusts everyone is a fool. You have never struck me as a fool."
Relaxing into his chair, Omar crossed his legs, and tilted his head in an inquisitive manner.
Omar Azure: “However, I doubt you would be telling me this without a reason. So please, enlighten me.”
Sam Joseph: "You still have what is mine, the XCW Championship belt, but I want to put all that behind me"
Another quick sip for Sam.
Sam Joseph: "I wouldn't be here if I wasn't willing to work things out with you. We're adults, Professionals. We can do this the right way. And so, I present to you my counter offer."
Sam once again reaches into his bag and pulls out a contract.
Sam Joseph: "Kindly ignore the purple paper. It was all I had to print it out on. First three sub-clauses are the real things to take a gander at the rest is boilerplate."
Omar takes the offered contract, and begins to read over it. Silence falls heavy in the room as he does so.
Omar Azure: “This part right here is a very grey area.”
He clears his throat slightly, before reading out the questionable section of the contract.
Omar Azure: “The Party of Omar Azure, hereafter known as Party A, agrees to never hire, employ, solicit, beg of, or otherwise engage outside individuals with the express intent of harming, delaying, or otherwise interfering with the career of Sam Joseph, hereafter known as Party B. Violations on this statute by the part of Party A will result in a fine of no more than $50,000 to be paid to Party B.”
He met Sam's eyes with her own dark serious gaze.
OmarAzure: “Ignoring the fact that you think I would arrange something like this, the wording here would make me liable for any possible harm you may incur outside of the ring. I think we both know that I won't agree to that, and I doubt that you will find anyone else that owns a federation willing to do so.”
Sam Joseph: "You'd be surprised. Rich and stupid sums up a lot of my bosses."
Omar pulled opened his laptop, and pulled up a typical contract.
Omar Azure: “I will however make a concession in light of your concerns.”
“The Party of Omar Azure, hereafter known as Party A, agrees to never hire, employ, solicit, beg of, or otherwise engage outside individuals with the express intent of ending the career of Sam Joseph, hereafter known as Party B. Violations on this statute by the part of Party A will result in a fine of no more than $100,000 to be paid to Party B.”
Omar Azure: “The rest of it I have no issue with.”
Sam scowls. It's a fair counteroffer, sure, but he probably could have gotten so much more. Still, victory is victory.
Sam Joseph: "All right, I think I can work with that. And it's not that I think you'll repeat yourself. It's that I find it best to be prepared. I was a boy scout after all. Well, until a camping trip. So, now that the unpleasantness is behind us, surely for good and for always, who am I actually facing tonight? Hope it's worth the effort of signing that contract."
Omar Azure: "I think you'll find it so. I heard you mention a few times of late that you want the world to respect your wrestling talent. So, I found someone who you used to work with."
A brief look of confusion crosses Sam's face before his eyes go wide with comprehension.
Sam Joseph: "Him? He's alive? And free?! Alright, color me interested."
Omar pulls out an electronic signature pad, which is quickly scribbled on by Sam Joseph, and sends the contract off to the company's law office. Sam gives a cheery-eyed nod to Omar as he scoops his bag back onto his shoulder and exits, shaking his head.
Sam Joseph: "He still has the dragon in him."
A light tap on the door interrupted her thoughts.
Omar Azure: “The door is open.”
Sam Joseph came through the door with a saunter, his gear bag in tow. Omar's dark gaze sharpened as the Hellcat made his way towards his desk.
Omar Azure: “Mr. Joseph. What a surprise, but I had a feeling that you would be coming to see mw. Please take a seat. I would offer you more, but this office does not have the same amenities as my own. Oh well, we all make do when we have to.”
A small shrug of his shoulders and pleasant shoulders, accompanied this comment.
Omar Azure: “We haven't exactly had the time to talk since you joined the company, I apologize for that. Most importantly because I have not had the chance to tell you how pleased I am that you decided to join us.”
Sam lets out an almost embarrassed smirk.
Sam Joseph: “About that...”
Sam fishes into his bag and pulls out the LXW contract, carelessly flicking the corners as he causally eyes strangely at Omar.
Sam Joseph: "It's a very nice contract, fair terms, nothing too scary. But there is just the one, tiny, little sticking point."
Sam pulls out his flask and takes a quick sip.
Sam Joseph: “I don't quite trust you.”
Omar arches an eyebrow, not in the least surprised or insulted.
Omar Azure: “And due to our old feud that we had, nor do I trust you, but if you like I could pretend to be surprised, but in all honesty a person who trusts everyone is a fool. You have never struck me as a fool."
Relaxing into his chair, Omar crossed his legs, and tilted his head in an inquisitive manner.
Omar Azure: “However, I doubt you would be telling me this without a reason. So please, enlighten me.”
Sam Joseph: "You still have what is mine, the XCW Championship belt, but I want to put all that behind me"
Another quick sip for Sam.
Sam Joseph: "I wouldn't be here if I wasn't willing to work things out with you. We're adults, Professionals. We can do this the right way. And so, I present to you my counter offer."
Sam once again reaches into his bag and pulls out a contract.
Sam Joseph: "Kindly ignore the purple paper. It was all I had to print it out on. First three sub-clauses are the real things to take a gander at the rest is boilerplate."
Omar takes the offered contract, and begins to read over it. Silence falls heavy in the room as he does so.
Omar Azure: “This part right here is a very grey area.”
He clears his throat slightly, before reading out the questionable section of the contract.
Omar Azure: “The Party of Omar Azure, hereafter known as Party A, agrees to never hire, employ, solicit, beg of, or otherwise engage outside individuals with the express intent of harming, delaying, or otherwise interfering with the career of Sam Joseph, hereafter known as Party B. Violations on this statute by the part of Party A will result in a fine of no more than $50,000 to be paid to Party B.”
He met Sam's eyes with her own dark serious gaze.
OmarAzure: “Ignoring the fact that you think I would arrange something like this, the wording here would make me liable for any possible harm you may incur outside of the ring. I think we both know that I won't agree to that, and I doubt that you will find anyone else that owns a federation willing to do so.”
Sam Joseph: "You'd be surprised. Rich and stupid sums up a lot of my bosses."
Omar pulled opened his laptop, and pulled up a typical contract.
Omar Azure: “I will however make a concession in light of your concerns.”
“The Party of Omar Azure, hereafter known as Party A, agrees to never hire, employ, solicit, beg of, or otherwise engage outside individuals with the express intent of ending the career of Sam Joseph, hereafter known as Party B. Violations on this statute by the part of Party A will result in a fine of no more than $100,000 to be paid to Party B.”
Omar Azure: “The rest of it I have no issue with.”
Sam scowls. It's a fair counteroffer, sure, but he probably could have gotten so much more. Still, victory is victory.
Sam Joseph: "All right, I think I can work with that. And it's not that I think you'll repeat yourself. It's that I find it best to be prepared. I was a boy scout after all. Well, until a camping trip. So, now that the unpleasantness is behind us, surely for good and for always, who am I actually facing tonight? Hope it's worth the effort of signing that contract."
Omar Azure: "I think you'll find it so. I heard you mention a few times of late that you want the world to respect your wrestling talent. So, I found someone who you used to work with."
A brief look of confusion crosses Sam's face before his eyes go wide with comprehension.
Sam Joseph: "Him? He's alive? And free?! Alright, color me interested."
Omar pulls out an electronic signature pad, which is quickly scribbled on by Sam Joseph, and sends the contract off to the company's law office. Sam gives a cheery-eyed nod to Omar as he scoops his bag back onto his shoulder and exits, shaking his head.
Sam Joseph: "He still has the dragon in him."
INTRODUCTION VIDEO
OPENING SEGMENT
The lights dim in the arena, and the Albuquerque crowd begins to buzz. The LXW logo flashes across the LuchaTron as the theme for Chaos begins to play. The ‘FRIDAY NIGHT CHAOS’ intro bursts onto the screen, and is capped with a tremendous explosion of pyro! The crowd erupts as the fireworks continue to explode, tearing across the arena. The cameras fly over the screaming crowd, zooming in on signs reading "Xtreme~!" and "Lucha Wrestling" The cameras continue to fly as the words " Albuquerque, New Mexico " appear on screen, and the voice of Hugo Santana chimes in on cue.
Hugo Santana: “Laaaaaaadies and Gentlemen, and everyone watching us on the LXW NETWORK at home or on there mobile devises, it is my distinct honor to welcome all of you to the very first show ever brought to you by Lucha Xtreme Wrestling!! Joining me at ringside tonight, is Jorge Cabrerra!”
Jorge Cabrerra: “Thank you, Hugo. Tonight we embark on a new journey, a new show, and new championships up for grabs!”
The crowd cheers, with approval.
Hugo Santana: “We have a crowd that is ready for action!”
Jorge Cabrerra: “We sure do, Hugo.”
Hugo Santana: “Let’s get things started!”
Jorge Cabrerra: “Sounds good to me!”
Hugo Santana: “FRIDAY NIGHT CHAOS is here! Let’s go to the ring where our opening match is about to begin!”
Hugo Santana: “Laaaaaaadies and Gentlemen, and everyone watching us on the LXW NETWORK at home or on there mobile devises, it is my distinct honor to welcome all of you to the very first show ever brought to you by Lucha Xtreme Wrestling!! Joining me at ringside tonight, is Jorge Cabrerra!”
Jorge Cabrerra: “Thank you, Hugo. Tonight we embark on a new journey, a new show, and new championships up for grabs!”
The crowd cheers, with approval.
Hugo Santana: “We have a crowd that is ready for action!”
Jorge Cabrerra: “We sure do, Hugo.”
Hugo Santana: “Let’s get things started!”
Jorge Cabrerra: “Sounds good to me!”
Hugo Santana: “FRIDAY NIGHT CHAOS is here! Let’s go to the ring where our opening match is about to begin!”
OPENING CARD MATCH
1 VS 1 | SINGLES MATCH | NPC DEBUT MATCH
Mikey Lau VS Capitão Brasil Jr
DING! DING! DING!
Match Start: The fans begin to prepare for what is sure to be an interesting opening contest. Mikey Lau is a fast and dominant competitor, and he is facing the quick and resourceful Capitão Brasil Jr. Both of these men are making their LXW in-ring debut, and so this is an important match for both of them. Capitão eyes his competition before moving in quickly. Lau throws a punch, and then another, but Brasil Jr manages to dodge both, before hitting a punch of his own that connects with the thick skull of Lau. Lau draws back a bit groggy, and Brasil Jr comes forward once more. Lau lunges forward for a strike, but Brasil Jr ducks and uses Lau’s own momentum to flip him over with a rolling hip toss! Brasil Jr’s greatest strength is in his ability to use his agility to use his opponent’s strength against them, and he’s shown that already here. Mikey gets up a bit shakily, his inexperience in the ring showing perhaps. He growls and throws a lariat, but Capitão ducks. As Mikey tries to regain his stance, Capitão springboards off the second rope, giving him enough momentum to come down with a single hand bulldog that plants Mikey to the ground! Lau starts to rise once more, and Capitão backs up, the crowd fully behind him now. Capitão runs forward for a cross body but Lau throws his leg up, and connects with a big boot to Brasil Jr!!! Brasil Jr crashes to the ground, and Lau throws his arms out and shouts, now ready to build some momentum here.
Match Midpoint: When in control, Lau can be unstoppable. His kick connected perfectly, and now he comes down on top of Brasil Jr and begins to hit him with some stiff mounted punches. Lau drags Brasil Jr to his feet, and pulls him in for some trapped headbutts, and then throws him over his head with a belly to belly suplex, Lau finally gaining momentum here. As the next few minutes of the match roll on, Lau keeps Brasil Jr on the ground with stiff shots, and begins to punish his opponent. He even puts him in the Belgrade Kiss, hitting many stiff knees in addition to the front headlock, before Brasil Jr stops struggling. Lau, hoping that Brasil Jr has been punished enough to end this goes for the cover but only gets 2. As Lau lifts Brasil Jr up, he then grabs him from behind for the backdrop driver, but Brasil Jr counters by flipping to his feet, and rolls up Lau from behind! 1….2….and Lau just kicks out!
Match Ending: Brasil Jr manages to hit a couple of offensive maneuvers, but once again the powerful Lau gets the advantage, this time even hitting the MMA elbows he calls the Skull Crusher. Brasil Jr lands on the ground, and Lau manages to get him with a curb stomp, before getting on Brasil Jr and absolutely brutalizing him. The fans are realizing that Lau is going to be a force to be reckoned with in this company, and while Brasil Jr tries to use his speed, it reaches a point where he seems to be finished off. Lau lifts up Brasil Jr for a powerbomb and runs forward to throw him into the turnbuckle…but Brasil Jr slips off of the shoulders of Lau! Brasil Jr lands behind him, and when Lau turns around Brasil Jr spins with the Reverse Roundhouse! The kick connects, as the crowd goes wild. Lau wobbles on his feet, but then runs forward going for a clothesline! Brasil Jr dodges, and Lau falls forward onto the ropes, the kick still making him groggy. Brasil Jr then runs forward and grabs the ropes hitting the Tiger Faint kick which drives Lau back in the ring! Lau is wobbling on his feet, and so Brasil Jr bounces off the ropes and comes back with the Shotei! The three moves in combination drive Lau to the ground! Brasil Jr yells for the fans, and they begin to cheer him on as he quickly drops into a pin!
ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!!
DING! DING! DING!
WINNER: Winner by Pinfal – BRASIL JR!
POST-MATCH SEGMENT
The fans go wild at how Brasil Jr was able to defeat the much faster and dominant opponent by sticking in there through all his offense, and taking his opening to shock Lau with a stiff combination! Brasil Jr stands on the top rope and celebrates for the crowd, as Lau stirs on the ground, finally beginning to come to after the kicks rocked his brains. Brasil Jr knows that he’s just got a great win with his LXW debut, and he knows that it was quite impressive…
Then out of nowhere, Mikey Lau explodes forward with a lariat! The crowd boos as Brasil Jr falls to the ground, and Lau gets on top of him with some more punches.
Hugo Santana: This match was over, and now Lau is attacking Brasil Jr for his victory!
Lau doesn’t care about the fans boos, as he drags Brasil Jr to his feet and hits him with the backdrop driver! The crowd continues to boo as Lau goes down and grabs Brasil Jr, and begins to lock him in the crowbar! Brasil Jr writhes in pain as the hold is locked in, but there is nothing he can do to escape it! The victory tonight goes to Brasil Jr, but Lau is not going to allow Brasil Jr to be the last one standing. Finally the security and referees hit the ring and begin to force Lau off, and drag him away from the fallen Brasil Jr. They get Lau out of the ring, and he continues to glare…but then turns away and raises his arms yelling into the air. The crowd boos, but there is nothing they can do. Lau marches backstage, knowing that although he did not win the match, he was able to make sure his opponent was left demolish.
IN RING – QUICK DECISIONS – PRE-MATCH SEGMENT
Omar Azure’s music slams into the speakers, as he heads down the ramp. He smiles, plotting on his way to the ring.
Omar Azure: Well, Well everyone…Tonight I have TWO big announcement. Due to contract issues it will be only 1 on 1 for the LXW Championship for the Main Event, and for the Women’s title rumble that is scheduled here tonight, there is going to be a slight change!
The crowd goes silent with wonder what the announcement is.
Omar Azure: Will the competitors who I have talked to before the show, please join me?
Omar Azure’s music hits, and everyone becomes silent. Candy Croft, Punky Señora, Jenny Jinx, Ai Moe, and new comer Barón Roja make their way to the ramp and stop suddenly. All of them look to Omar Azure, and then smile towards the crowd.
Omar Azure: Tonight it will be…Candy Croft, Punky Señora, Jenny Jinx, Ai Moe, and Barón Roja competing tonight in an anything goes KO/Submit/Pin/Elimination Rumble for the Women’s Championship! And not only will it be tonight, it'll be...Right now!
The crowd pops, and screams about the announcement.
LOWER CARD MATCH
Women's Title Rumble - Pinfall/Submission/KO/Elimination
Candy Croft, Punky Señora, Jenny Jinx, Ai Moe, Barón Roja
Women's Title Rumble - Pinfall/Submission/KO/Elimination
Candy Croft, Punky Señora, Jenny Jinx, Ai Moe, Barón Roja
The crowd pops again as a referee shows up and heads to the ring. The Super-Starlets follow him and enter. Soon, each LXW SUPER-STARLET has entered the ring, all of them tense except for Ai Moe and Barón Roja. Ai Moe is currently waving to the crowd while Barón Roja looks merely bored. The bell rings and the match is underway!
DING! DING! DING!
Match Start: The Divas pause for a moment before deciding which opponent they want to go after. Jenny Jinx signals Barón Roja and the pair simultaneously charge at an unsuspecting Punky Señora. Barón Roja strikes her with a viscous lunging roundhouse kick that knocks her to the floor, and Jenny Jinx immediately follows up with a camel clutch. Punky Señora starts to scream in pain, as Jenny Jinx's submission skills are top notch.
Oblivious to Punky Señora's anguish, Ai Moe and Candy Croft are dueling it out in the opposite corner. Candy Croft attempts a powerful clothesline, but the nimble Ai Moe ducks under her outstretched arm and counters with a Russian Leg Sweep. Candy Croft's back hits the ground hard, and she arches her spine in obvious pain. Ai Moe stomps on Candy Croft's expose stomach twice before pulling her up by her hair and tossing her into the turnbuckle, face first. She tries to pick her up for a brain buster, but Ai Moe underestimated Candy Croft's endurance. She lashes out with a back kick and hits Ai Moe right in the gut. She then executes a flawless snap DDT. Candy Croft goes for the cover and gets a solid 2-count.
Meanwhile, Jenny Jinx and Barón Roja are taking it to Punky Señora, delivering stunning kicks and chops. Punky Señora got some offense in by connecting a drop kick to Barón Roja's chin, but Jenny Jinx covered for her by countering with a snapmare. She then locked in a sleeper hold, and Barón Roja riled up the crowd by doing a hot booty dance. When Jenny Jinx released her hold, Barón Roja hit an early ‘Zero Altitude’ – Double underhook powerbomb perfectly, and covered Punky Señora. However, Punky Señora displayed unusual stamina by lifting her shoulders up from the mat, saving herself from pin fall. Jenny Jinx, however, had other ideas, and pulled the still stunned woman up by her hair. Keeping a firm hold on her pink hair, the Devil's Daughter flipped over Punky Señora, so the two women were now back to back. She then used the momentum gained from the flip to hurl Punky Señora over the top ropes!
Punky Señora is now eliminated!
Candy Croft and Ai Moe are trading heavy blows, neither managing to gain a firm upper hand. Finally, Ai Moe mounts some offense by connecting an Enziguri. Candy Croft falls to the ground, and Ai Moe locks in an ankle lock with a scissors on the leg. Candy Croft screams, shaking her head and trying to reach for the ropes. Ai Moe twists her ankle harder, using her experience as a deadly submissionist to keep Candy Croft away from the ropes. Barón Roja and Jenny Jinx run over and start stomping on Candy Croft's back as Ai Moe works over her ankle. Finally, the combined force of all three women seem to overwhelm Candy Croft, and she taps out to Ai Moe's hold.
Candy Croft taps out!
Match Middle: The five contestants are now whittled down to three. Barón Roja's and Jenny Jinx's truce is now over, as the two Super-Starlets start to exchange blows, while Ai Moe merely looks on. Barón Roja, while very fast and agile, is unable to keep up with the more experienced aggressive Jenny Jinx. After connecting a powerful spinning kick, Jenny Jinx seems to have broken down Barón Roja's defense. However, Punky Señora, still angry about being eliminated so early, caught Jenny Jinx's foot, who, with her limited experience, forgot the presence of the two eliminated woman outside the ring. She tripped Jenny Jinx and the Devil's Daughter fell flat on her face. Ai Moe and Barón Roja then both picked her up and tossed her out of the ring for the elimination!
Jenny Jinx is now eliminated!
Match End: Now one-on-one, Ai Moe and Barón Roja start to circle each other, neither one of them taking the initiative. It is Barón Roja who breaks the stand still by falling to the ground and attempting a leg sweep. Ai Moe jumps over Barón Roja's outstretched leg and plants a dropkick to her face. The crowd is roaring its approval, and Ai Moe climbs the turnbuckle while Barón Roja is lying face up, unaware of where her opponent is. Ai Moe jumps off and hits Barón Roja's torso with a powerful elbow drop. She then picks up the injured Barón Roja by the hair and attempts a scoop slam. Barón Roja displays great athleticism by countering the slam with a hurricanrana. Barón Roja stands up slowly, clutching her stomach, and pushes Ai Moe outside the ropes, but Ai Moe manages to cling to the top rope!
Barón Roja begins to push with all of her might, while Ai Moe clings on for dear life. Ai Moe counters Barón Roja's pushes with an elbow to the face. While stunned, Ai Moe picks her up and delivers a suplex from the outside, eliminating Barón Roja from the competition!
Barón Roja is now eliminated!
DING! DING! DING!
WINNER: Winner and the first Women’s Champion – AI MOE!
Ai Moe enters the ring again, and holds her hands up in glory as the new Women's Champion. She receives the belt and then holds it up while the crowd chants her name. The other girls, having waited at ringside to see who would win, leave now in disappointment.
A STRANGER ARRIVES – THE PARKING LOT – SEGMENT
Without notice, the cameras cut to the parking lot. A very large white limousine slowly pulls into the arena. It slows down and then stops, but no one emerges. The scene switches to Omar Azure, Helga Kurgen, and Javi Moncada in Omar Azure's office, watching on a monitor.
Helga Kurgen: "Who is that?"
Omar Azure: "I'm not sure. I didn't get any calls for special guests."
Javi Moncada: "Want us to...greet, whoever it is?"
Omar Azure: "No, it might be someone really important. Let them show themselves first."
Helga and Javi nod as Omar Azure continues to watch the monitor, and the scene fades out.
MID CARD MATCH
1 VS 1 | I QUIT MATCH | LXW CHAMPIONSHIP - #1 CONTENDER MATCH
1 VS 1 | I QUIT MATCH | LXW CHAMPIONSHIP - #1 CONTENDER MATCH
KRONOS VS WOLF HAWKINS
We are back at ringside, and Hawkins is already in the ring, with “Ugly” by The Pixies playing. It's certainly a big match for him, with this being the ultimate decider in his feud against Kronos.
We are back at ringside, and Hawkins is already in the ring, with “Ugly” by The Pixies playing. It's certainly a big match for him, with this being the ultimate decider in his feud against Kronos.
Melissa May: "The following match is an I-Quit match for the #1 Contendership for the LXW CHAMPIONSHIP! In the ring, weighing at 230 lbs, from Calgary, Canada....... "The Charismatic Mystery" Wolf Hawkins!"
Boos from the crowd, but they don't care.
Melissa May: "And his opponent, weighing at 330 lbs, from Atlanta, Georgia....Kronos!!!"
ANARCHY!!!!!!
”Anarchy in the UK” by The Sex Pistols hits, and even as the first “Anarchy” hits, the fans go batshit mental as Kronos White walks out through the curtain. He claps his hands, ready for action, and walks down to the ring, with a pretty simplistic light show, and no pyros. He walks down the ramp, and close to the fans, not shaking their hands, but close enough so they have the chance to touch greatness. He enters the ring, where he warms up at the ropes, and climbs a turnbuckle, throwing his arms in the air and beating this chest. He may do that on one or two of the other turnbuckles, before jumping down and preparing for a fight, glaring at Hawkins.
Hugo Santana: "The crowd here is intense! Strangely they're hotly behind the Kronos!"
Jorge Cabrerra: "I really can't wait! It's one of my favorite matches! It's brutal, it's gonna be bad, and it's gonna be epic!"
DING! DING! DING!
And the bell rings, and like lightning Hawkins charges towards Kronos, lead pipe in hand. Kronos doesn’t have a weapon, but Hawkins makes a predictable swing for the head, and Kronos ducks it, as Hawkins goes forward with the momentum. He turns around, right into a wild flurry of punches from Kronos who backs Hawkins up in a corner. Hawkins drops his pipe on the ground, but now returns fire with shots of his own, and the two men continue to brawl in the corner, both trying to land shots on the other.
Hugo Santana: "Well, it’s no surprise that this has started out with a brawl! This match isn’t going to be pretty."
Kronos nails a kick to the midsection, and a chop, sending Hawkins back against the turnbuckle, and then Kronos comes forward, hitting a hard punch against Hawkins’s face, that spins Hawkins around 180 degrees…Kronos grabs the back of Hawkins’s head and begins to quickly bash it into the turnbuckle repeatedly, to a massive pop from the crowd, but Hawkins puts his leg on the middle rope and grabs the top rope, trying to prevent his head from connecting for a tenth time with the turnbuckle, and then manages to turn and hit a hard knee to Kronos’s jaw, sending Kronos backwards. Hawkins quickly hops to the second rope, and then jumps off with a hard forearm to the head. Kronos falls backwards, and Hawkins is on top of him almost instantly with hard shots and knees as Kronos tries to stand up. Kronos starts to get to his feet, and shoves Hawkins backwards, but Hawkins charges right back towards him. Kronos however, now near the ropes, bends and flips Hawkins over the top rope. Hawkins grabs the top rope, and swings his body, landing on the apron…only to receive a stiff right hook that sends him to the arena floor.
Hugo Santana: "I think in a basic brawl, Kronos most definitely has the advantage here."
Jorge Cabrerra: "True, but Hawkins’s is not in a good mood, and has an intensity tonight that may work in his favor."
And already the fight has spilled to the outside. Kronos has taken it right back to Hawkins. Kronos bashes Hawkins’s head into the apron so hard that Hawkins walks forward and stumbles to the ground, by the steel turnbuckle. As Kronos comes forward, Hawkins quickly, from his knees, thrusts his shoulder up into Kronos’s gut…before reaching up, grabbing Kronos’s head and smashing it into the steel post. Kronos now stumbles forward, and Hawkins comes towards him, giving a few shots to drive him back, until Kronos is near the steel steps. Hawkins attempts to grab him and smash him into the steps, but Kronos fights back, hitting a shot to the midsection, and turning, smashing Hawkins into the apron once again. Once again, Hawkins grabs his head and turns away, and Kronos backs up…until Hawkins bends down clutching his head, facing the steps, with his back to Kronos. Kronos runs forward, and jumps, BULLDOGGING Hawkins right onto the steel steps! The fans pop, and although Kronos had a rough landing as well, Hawkins definitely felt the most damage.
Hugo Santana: "These two are just fighting all around the ring, using every part of it to their advantage!"
And now, as Hawkins starts to get up slowly, Kronos waits…Hawkins moves forward a little, groggily, and Kronos charges towards him once again, but Hawkins drops down and hits Kronos with a droptoehold…RIGHT Into the crowd barricade! The crowd “ooh’s” at the impact that Kronos makes, and the barricade slides a little bit into the crowd. Hawkins inches forward, before getting to his feet, and running forward as Kronos gets up, bicycle kicking Kronos so that Kronos goes backwards right into the crowd, and as soon as Hawkins gets up, he gets right in there with them.
The two make their way around the crowd, the stiff intensity of their brawl never ceasing. One moment Hawkins seems to have the advantage, the next moment Kronos has it. At one point, Hawkins manages to get in control, hitting stiff punches and bringing Kronos higher up the steps. They end up above one of the exit doors, and Hawkins punches Kronos until he leans against the railing, the floor below not a very high drop, but a sizeable one nonetheless. Hawkins begins to nail Kronos with some hard shots, but Kronos now comes back with a hard knee to the midsection. Kronos grabs Hawkins by the back of the neck, and turns, shoving Hawkins forward and flipping him over the railing! Hawkins goes right over, and lands hard on his side on the floor below!
Jorge Cabrerra: "OOH! That had to be painful!"
Hugo Santana: "Hawkins just took a pretty decent fall there, and that should give Kronos the advantage…"
Kronos leans against the railing to regain some strength, before walking down the steps towards where Hawkins lies. Hawkins stirs, seeming to be in pain, and he isn’t going anywhere fast, so Kronos has time to spare. Kronos waits until he feels his energy regained, and feels ready to continue, and as soon as he does, he pounces forward, on Hawkins who has just begun to try to work towards getting up. Kronos lands right on top of him, and begins hitting vicious closed fists to Hawkins’s face, and Hawkins is unable to prevent the shots from landing! The fans cheer the stiff shots, that will most likely cause some bruises. Kronos grabs Hawkins, and begins to drag him towards the barricade, before throwing him back towards the ring area. Hawkins rolls over, and crawls towards the steps, and before he can do anything, Kronos comes down to his level, and shoves the back of his head HARD against the steps and holds him there, before yelling into his face, microphone in hand.
Kronos: "Now listen, you little bellend…I’ll give you one chance to give up now, before I really get started!"
And then Hawkins swings his arm, knocking the microphone from Kronos’s hand…only for Kronos to knee Hawkins’s head right into the steps, before picking up Hawkins, and rolling him into the ring. Hawkins grabs the rope attempting to stand, but Kronos kicks him in the midsection, and Hawkins rolls to the corner. Kronos comes forward, looking to follow up, but Hawkins spins, swinging the lead pipe he picked up from the corner at Kronos's feet. It connects, and Kronos falls forward to the ground, right onto his stomach. Dazed he starts to get up, only for Hawkins to give him a hard headbutt. It hurts Hawkins, but it hurts Kronos more, and Kronos rolls over, as now Hawkins begins to stand up.
Hawkins starts stomping Kronos furiously, and the International Champion has nowhere to go. Hawkins takes the steel pipe and lifts it over his head, ready to whack Kronos hard in the temple. But as he swings down, Kronos manages to roll out of the ring, avoiding the pipe at the last moment. Hawkins instead smacks the floor with some discomfort, and quickly drops it. He looks out of the ring to Kronos, and Kronos takes a couple of moments to catch his breathe, although the crowd eggs him on. He turns around, looking at Hawkins who taunts him. So with a swift move, he grabs Hawkins by the legs and pulls him out of the ring to cheers. Kronos then delivers some hard punches to Hawkins's face, eager to get revenge from the lead pipe shot earlier. After a number of blows to the head, he grabs Hawkins and throws him into the barricade close to the ramps.
Hugo Santana: "Looks like this thing's truly going to get hardcore now!"
Kronos then starts stomping Hawkins into the barricade, with the fans at that end all eager to touch the International Champion, just so they could go home and tell all their mates that they could and everything. He shouts out to the crowd and gets a positive reaction, as he lifts Hawkins up and takes him towards the backstage, but not via the ramp. Along the way, he attempts to whack Hawkins's head off the ramp, but Hawkins resists, and elbows Kronos in the stomach, doubling him over. He grabs a steel chair close by to some electrical wiring, swinging it sideways and whacking Kronos in the shoulder. Kronos flies sideways, but manages to remain on his feet, albeit rather hurt. Hawkins goes to finish the job by lifting the chair over his head, but again Kronos avoids the overhead swing, stepping forward and clashing Hawkins with a Double Axe Handle. Hawkins flies backwards, and Kronos throws him through the curtains, with the referee following.
Jorge Cabrerra: "They're going to the backstage now! Something's definitely gonna go down now!"
Hugo Santana: "This match is not about trademark moves. It's just about who can battle it out the hardest"
The camera is switched to the other side of the curtain, and we're revealed to the parking lot. Kronos and Hawkins are slugging it out, but Kronos has the significant upper hand on his foe. He beats Hawkins down to one knee, and uses a nearby car to swing the door open and smash into his face. Hawkins falls to the ground, with blood splurting out of his mouth, and Kronos grabs the microphone, forcing it into Hawkins's bloodied lips:
Hawkins: "No......I don't quit......…"
Kronos scowls as he tosses the microphone to the floor, fairly irate. He certainly didn't expect Hawkins to be making up this much of a fight. Kronos rolls his eyes, lifts up "The Charismatic Mystery", and tosses him against a car bonnet, which looks to be Sam Joseph's car. Kronos then grabs another lead pipe, which raises suspicion as to who exactly maintains ACW's halls for there to be so many objects scattered about. Anyways, Kronos thrusts it horizontally, towards Hawkins's throat, but Hawkins manages to roll out the way, and Kronos unintentionally thrusts the pipe into the lights, smashing them to bits. Kronos scowls again, but turns around to receive a punch to the face. It takes Kronos by surprise and he's queer groggy, but Hawkins is still suffering from the recent attacks, and cannot capitalise. So it's Kronos who manages to be the first one to react, and he thrusts the pipe forward again, into Hawkins's stomach. But again Hawkins manages to reverse it, and grabs Kronos's arm, flinging him into a forklift truck.
Hugo Santana: "Nasty shot there by Hawkins!"
Jorge Cabrerra: "True, but great reversal work there by the man!"
Hawkins grabs the lead pipe and starts choking Kronos with it against the Forklift's cargo, which is a massive crate of heavy objects. Kronos splutters out, but he's not ready to lose this fight and kicks hard against Hawkins's stomach, who stumbles back a couple of steps. Kronos takes a couple of steps backwards to regain his composure and give him enough space in case Hawkins quickly retaliates. Hawkins does so, swinging the lead pipe, but Kronos ducks it and grabs a baseball bat nearby (seriously, are there not janitors?) and cracks Hawkins across the kidneys. Hawkins winces with pain as he falls to the ground, and Kronos smirks. He drags Hawkins to the centre of the parking lot, and curiously places his right hand into his pocket. Pulling out his keys, he smirks, pressing the button to unlock a Toyota truck, widening the eyes of the crowd and commentators alike.
Kronos: "You're gonna know what it's like to be Under Pressure...."
He climbs into the truck, and ignites it, revving it up. He pulls it into gear, and drives towards Hawkins's body. There's a cheer from the crowd but it's also extremely cautious, as Kronos slowly drives the truck over towards Hawkins, and then incredibly, onto Hawkins's body!!
Hawkins: "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH!!!!!!!!"
Crowd: "HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!"
Kronos: "Do you quit?!"
Kronos knows that with the balance, he only has a few seconds to get Hawkins to quit. Hawkins screams and cries out, but ultimately, he still has the guts to carry on in this match.
Hawkins: ".........No! I don't quit!"
Kronos shouts out several expletives, as the truck's momentum eventually leads it to land on the other side of Hawkins, who lets out a huge sigh of relief. Kronos shakes his head in disbelief as he climbs out the truck, and pulling Hawkins out, exposing the heavily bruised and battered back that he's now suffered. Kronos looks around and has another plan, and tries to throw Hawkins into the forklift truck again, succeeding, and Hawkins slumps to the floor. Kronos smirks, takes a deep breath, and runs towards Hawkins, looking to hit the 75MPH Kick.
Hugo Santana: "He we go!"
But Hawkins grabs Kronos's foot, and without a moment's hesitation, low blows Kronos with his other hand, to the jeers of the crowd. As Kronos's eyes widen and he writhes about in pain, Hawkins staggers to his feet and connects with the Shining Axe Kick, taking both men out.
Jorge Cabrerra: "Wow, what a hit!"
Kronos is laying flat out on the floor, but crucially, Hawkins is slowly getting to his feet. And he has something shiny in his hands. He manages to pull himself into the forklift truck, and uses the keys to turn the vehicle on. There's a sudden realisation what he's about to do, and manages to control the truck so the lift is directly over Kronos's body. There are many gasps heard from the crowd, as he lowers the lift, so it's almost touching Kronos's body.
Hawkins: "Come on Kronos, you know it's gonna be over anyways. Quit....quit now and you won't suffer."
Kronos: "...............fuck you......."
Hawkins just shrugs his shoulders, then remembers how much his everything still hurts. But he drops the lift of heavy things onto Kronos's back, and Kronos yells out.
Kronos: "AHHHHHHHHH FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKSHIT FUUUUCKKKK"
There's a clear cause of anxiety as Hawkins just sits and waits, hoping that Kronos doesn't have one final trick up his sleeve, like a trapdoor or something. Kronos continues to scream out. I mean after all you would if there was a ton worth of stuff on your back. But ultimately, it's too much for Kronos.
Kronos: "Fuck this! I Quit, you cunt!"
Hugo Santana: "He's done it! Hawkins's is the #1 Contender!"
DING! DING! DING!
WINNER: Winner and the #1 Contender for the LXW Championship – WOLF HAWKINS!
There's a ring of a bell and Hawkins sighs with relief, but is still in a great deal of pain. He lifts the weights off Kronos's back, and could not look happier as he almost passes out. Kronos meanwhile rolls out from underneath the weights, looking like he's in an extreme amount of pain. Not only has he lost the match, but he's lost a lot of pride in losing as well. But ultimately, A number of medical crews come to the scene to aid both men, who look in a serious amount of trouble, as the camera fades out..
OMAR AZURE'S OFFICE – THE ARENA – SEGMENT
Omar Azure sits behind his desk staring up at "The Dark One" Ryan Cullen.
Ryan Cullen: “I really appreciate you taking the time to meet with me tonight, being on such short notice.”
Omar Azure: “My door is always open, Mr. Cullen.”
Ryan Cullen smiles as he reaches into his briefcase!
Ryan Cullen: “This will only take a minute, but I’d like to ask you if I could have a change in the match that my client, Jynn, is in tonight?”
Omar Azure: “A change? Do you not want Jynn competing tonight?”
Ryan pulls a stack of printed papers out of his briefcase.
Ryan Cullen: “Oh no, I want Jynn to compete, and he wants to compete, but I feel the match doesn’t suit his style.”
Omar Azure: “How so?”
Ryan handed the stack of papers over the desk into the hands of Omar.
Ryan Cullen: “I don’t think the match is extreme enough, violent enough for Jynn's taste.”
Omar took one look at the papers. “Top Ten Deathmatches” was printed across the top. He didn't need to look anymore. He put the papers down.
Omar Azure: “I’m sorry, Mr. Cullen, but there is already a stipulation added to this match.”
Omar pointed at the paper.
OMAR AZURE (CONT’D)
Omar Azure: “This.”
Omar grabbed the papers and passed them back to Ryan.
Omar Azure: “I’m sorry, Mr. Cullen, but you will have to inform Jynn that I Omar has denied his request.”
Ryan snatched the papers from Omar's hand, not really doing a good job of hiding his frustration.
Ryan Cullen: “That is unfortunate.”
Ryan stuffed the papers into his briefcase.
Omar Azure: “Was there anything else I can help you with?”
Ryan Cullen: “No!”
Ryan stood up and stormed out of the office of Omar Azure.
UPPER CARD MATCH
10-MAN TELEVISION CHAMPIONSHIP BATTLE ROYAL
Silver, Gold, Apocalipsis, Damian, Cleaver
Beta, Doom, Cipher, Nitro, Bugz
10-MAN TELEVISION CHAMPIONSHIP BATTLE ROYAL
Silver, Gold, Apocalipsis, Damian, Cleaver
Beta, Doom, Cipher, Nitro, Bugz
DING! DING! DING!
All hell breaks loose in an instant; GOLD and Cleaver slam into one another and throw punches, each letting out their frustration and anger with the other. NITRO and Apocalipsis are just as eager to start ripping chunks out each other, and they yell abuse as they engage in some vicious shin kicking before locking up. With their heads down, they make a perfect platform for DAMIAN to use in a super high attack; he jumps from the ropes, handsprings off of NITRO’s shoulders, and then comes down feet first to dropkick Cipher. Cipher shakes the fuzz from his head and promptly responds with a clothesline, knocking DAMIAN to the mat; he keeps going and does some additional damage by crashing into DOOM and Beta, who are scrapping viciously close to the ropes. They both get taken over the top, but both hang on and stop their feet hitting the floor, and their battle resumes with equal fire as they stand on the apron. Elsewhere, SILVER and Bugz are exchanging chops to the chest; Bugz decides to stir things up a bit and whips SILVER into GOLD / Cleaver melee. All three crash to the mat; The pileup gets even worse as Cipher, DAMIAN and Bugz all get the same idea, and it’s one for the photo album as they pull off simultaneous moonsaults from turnbuckle and ropes to strike the three superstars on the ground. All the vibration from the multiple landings also has an unintended effect; it destabilizes Beta, who is inches from dislodging DOOM, and only another quick grab for the ropes saves her. Deciding that his current position is too hazardous, Beta jumps back into the ring; DOOM follows, and cracks his metal gauntlet against the back of Beta’s head. Beta staggers, but is not down and out; he turns, eyes blazing with defiance, and delivers a rather appropriate Soul Transfer. The crowd roars, but DOOM kips up and leers; he is about to attack again but the rest of the field has noticed the weaken state of the brawling pair, and DOOM is engaged by both SILVER and Bugz. DOOM seems to hold them easily, but his back is now exposed; Beta moves in behind her….only to herself be grabbed from behind by DAMIAN and Apocalipsis, pulling together to deliver a massive double german suplex. Beta is sent flying over the ropes, and crashes to the ground head first.
Melissa May: "Beta has been eliminated!"
Apocalipsis and DAMIAN only have a moment to savor their success before NITRO ploughs into them; he rushes forward, grasping DAMIAN’s head by the hair, and hurtles to the turnbuckle to smash his forehead against it. Enraged, Apocalipsis follows – but he’s cut off by the migrating and savage battle between Cleaver and GOLD. Cleaver sneaks in a back kick to GOLD in all the confusion, but is then given a diamond cutter by Apocalipsis; Apocalipsis is still determined to get his hands on NITRO, but Cleaver grabs his leg and pulls her to the mat. GOLD takes the opportunity and hits Apocalipsis with a standing SSP; a short distance away, DAMIAN is extracting some payback from NITRO with a flurry of powerful kicks, though he takes as much as he gives out thanks to NITRO’s storming punches. Meanwhile, SILVER is just about standing up to DOOM’s ceaseless attacks; Cipher sees his friend in trouble and rushes in to help, shifting around behind DOOM and locking in a sleeperhold. But it doesn’t seem to have all that much effect; DOOM just smiles with his needle – sharp teeth and backs up into a corner, crushing Cipher against the turnbuckle. SILVER is reluctant to splash DOOM for fear for hurting Cipher further; DOOM taunts her….but the crowd roars as they see Cleaver jump up to the ropes, dash across and hit DOOM with the flying guillotine before he can make any attempt to evade. SILVER jumps to one side, hears a yell from behind her, and turns to see NITRO charging her, looking for a sneaky elimination. With perfect poise, SILVER waits until the very last second…..and calmly lifts NITRO up high into a back body drop. NITRO flies through the air; he grabs the ropes and dangles, but before he can right herself GOLD thunders forward, initially looking for Cleaver, and dropkicks her away from the ring and down to the floor.
Melissa May: "NITRO has been eliminated!"
NITRO bellows abuse at GOLD at the rest of the party in the ring, but none of them have tere to pay him any attention. Even Apocalipsis can’t waste tere gloating; he’s got a new problem to deal with in the form of DOOM, whose only here is to cause as much suffering as he possibly can. With the ring still crowded, Apocalipsis’s mobility is stifled and this puts her at a disadvantage against the devastatingly strong DOOM. DAMIAN rallies to his side, recognizing the severe threat that DOOM poses; it quickly becomes clear that just trying to bludgeon her into submission is a non – starter, and that a more sophisticated strategy is needed. So DOOM gets a double whip into Cleaver and SILVER, who are swapping blows on the other side of the ring; unfortunately they’re both so engrossed in their private contest that they fail to spot DOOM being sent their way, and both are knocked to the ground. No sooner has Apocalipsis rid herself of the possessed Scot than he has Cipher to contend with; Apocalipsis tries to hit a DDT but Cipher reverses it and Apocalipsis takes the hit instead. Close by, GOLD is using chained german supexes to good effect on DAMIAN; he manages a full three, but after the third DAMIAN changes tactics and wraps her legs around GOLD’s neck before he can get up, grounding her. he reaches forward and grabs one of GOLD’s arms, winching back to up the pressure; Apocalipsis sees that GOLD is open for an attack and he kicks Cipher away before rushing to the nearest corner. Apocalipsis signals for the Houston Hangover as the crowd goes nuts, but he hasn’t dealt with Cipher thoroughly enough; before he can take flight Cipher rockets to the corner and jumps up, striking with his elbow. The blow hits Apocalipsis in the forehead at his highest point, and it’s just enough to destabilize her enough for Cipher to shove her backward off of the turnbuckle on to the floor.
Melissa May: Apocalipsis has been eliminated!
Cipher has to taken evasive action immediately to avoid sharing Apocalipsis’s fate; he’s been spotted by Cleaver, who runs in to try the same thing on her. Cipher backflips off of the turnbuckle; he lands safely, but is then nailed with a DOOM Bomb by Jack. Jack drops down, pinning Cipher with his weight, and takes aer with his gauntleted fist; he has enough strength to crush Cipher’ skull in a single blow, and it’s only Bugz’ prompt action that knocks DOOM off and lets Cipher get up. Elsewhere, Cleaver and DAMIAN are having an “I can kick her harder than you can” contest, and it takes all GOLD’s considerable speed and skill to dodge the worst of the blows. The ladies get GOLD into a corner, but before they can do any serious damage SILVER sneaks up from behind, puts an arm around each of their waists, and throws herself and the two backward to the mat taken advantage of moment. GOLD thanks SILVER for his help by jumping up the turnbuckle and legdropping all three of them together, and as he rolls off Bugz tries to repeat the trick; this tere though everyone bails out and Bugz smacks into the mat instead. The dynamics of the match are changing with every second; a huge brawl is the result as all the individual battles merge into one, with everybody trying to hit anybody in range. In the confusion, DAMIAN drives Bugz back to the ropes; with a mighty kick he sends her backward over the ropes, but Bugz holds on and gets his feet to the apron. Then from the other side of the ring, Cleaver whips Cipher into the pair; Bugz keeps hold of the ropes, and grabbing the chance he hooks DAMIAN’s arms and lifts her up. DAMIAN struggles, but Cipher catches on and pushes from behind so that between them Bugz and Cipher manage to bundle her over the ropes and drop her to the outside. It’s only a little drop, and DAMIAN rolls on landing so that he’s back on her feet. He stomps his foot in a mock tantrum, but it’s done with a smile, and Bugz smiles back before spearing Cipher through the ropes to get herself back into the ring.
Melissa May: "DAMIAN has been eliminated!"
Cipher and Bugz untangle themselves; they’re about to start fighting again when Bugz sees what’s going on across the ring. Cleaver and SILVER are both down, and deep gouges in the skin of their faces bear witness to where DOOM has driven his pointed gauntlet fingers into them. GOLD is making a stand, but DOOM’s not interested in victory, only in utter destruction. Cipher and Bugz see that they have to help; Cipher moves first, rushing at DOOM with a yell. DOOM sneers and swats Cipher away, but Bugz is following right in his footsteps and even in his enhanced state DOOM can’t block quickly enough. Bugz hits DOOM with a full – on crossbody; DOOM falls back against the ropes, and Cipher returns to batter DOOM with all his strength. Enraged, DOOM hits her with a huge punch; but now the other competitors are recovering, and there is a common purpose that binds them as they unite temporarily to combat the remediate threat. But even five on one, it’s a very tall order; DOOM demonstrates just how much more powerful he has become by holding five of LXW’s best and brightest at bay. A crush develops at the ropes; SILVER, Cipher and GOLD try to bodily shift DOOM over the ropes, but his size and strength makes this exceedingly difficult. The smaller Cleaver and Bugz stand back a little; they look at the mass of bodies, and then at one another. The crowd sense that something big is coming, and the noise level rises; Bugz and Cleaver back up to the ropes, and Cleaver moves first; he runs forward, jumps up and over the group of men, and then drops down grabbing DOOM’s neck as he passes. Cleaver places her jump perfectly; he winces a bit as he lands butt – first on the apron, but her small stature means that he does not fall off. DOOM is now draped backward over the ropes; Bugz yells to the others, and they part as he dashes forward; Cleaver lets go of DOOM and rolls beneath Bugz as he jumps forward, planting his feet into DOOM’s back and finally sending her head first to the floor.
Melissa May: "DOOM has been eliminated!"
The audience cries out in alarm as DOOM lands awkwardly; he lies still, and a ref on the outside confirms that he’s been knocked out. Satisfied that the threat has been dealt with, the remaining five are squaring off again, but suddenly the lights go off and the now familiar hellish design is sure enough presented on the big screen. Screams of pain, screams of terror and screams of contempt can be heard through the speakers. That voice returns to haunt the audience...
"The clock hath runneth...patience hath been worn...morality condescending...it is over...mark the epoch...have mercy on all those who judge."
The voice disappears but the screen remains pitch black and the lights remain der. A state of bewilderment is evident throughout the crowd. A few moments of tension pass by and half the audience is expecting DOOM to rise, Undertaker – style….until a huge pyro explodes from the tip of the ramp and heavy music plays...familiar music....it's Nobody's Real by Powerman 5000. Sure enough FEAR has entered the arena and is slowly making his way to the ring with detrimental intentions. Hatework follows closely behind as the audience shouts and boos furiously. Those still in the ring stand their ground; FEAR jumps up to the apron, and Cipher is the first to make a move; he charges, and tries to barge FEAR back off. But FEAR is like a block of steel, and Cipher staggers from the erpact before his legs fail her and he collapses; FEAR jumps over the ropes and grabs the nearest person, which happens to be Cleaver. He’s practically slammed through the canvas; this triggers a response from both SILVER and GOLD who rush toward FEAR to try and take her down. FEAR clotheslines both of them; Hatework smiles as he stomps GOLD and piledrives her into a stupor, and then catches SILVER’s swinging fist in his own huge hand, almost crushing it. SILVER yells; Bugz bravely runs and jumps onto FEAR’s broad back, attacking the head, but FEAR throws SILVER to one side into the turnbuckle and reaches behind her. He grabs Bugz and rips her away; Bugz struggles, but he can’t free herself from FEAR’s iron grip. FEAR glares at Bugz and then gives a very nasty smile; Bugz is starting to turn blue in the face, and Hatework takes a mic from a shocked ringside assistant.
Hatework: “Those of you in the ring, I suggest you all think twice before trying to save this insect. We are C.O.D. Cosines of Destruction, we are new stable here in the LXW. And tonight we are here to make a statement unfortunately it’s poor Bugz that’s going to suffer. Once FEAR’s done with him he won’t be able to feed or dress himself, let alone wrestle…"
The crowd is sounding very alarmed; FEAR tightens his grip, and even the other superstars in the ring are at a loss as to what to do. But then the Chairman’s music hits briefly, and Omar Azure walks out on to the stage; he’s calm, but behind those eyes there is a mix of both anger….and interest.
Omar Azure: “Don’t tell me, you two, I think I’ve been around long enough to know what this is all about. You want me to give you contracts, is that it?”
Hatework turns and smiles deviously.
Hatework: “There’s clearly no fooling you, Mr. Chairman.”
Omar Azure rubs his chin.
Omar Azure: “All right, you convinced me. Come to my office, and we’ll make it official….oh, and would FEAR mind leaving my roster intact?”
FEAR looks at Bugz, then at Hatework; with a huge roar, he executes his MediEvil Driver on the cleric, knocking her senseless. Then with the other superstars still struggling to find their feet, he leaves the ring. Omar Azure looks at the flattened remains of his Battle Royal, and sighs.
Omar Azure: “This match is clearly over…..I’ll have to deal with the Television Title issue at School House Brawl. Get the medical personnel out here!
The crowd boos FEAR and Hatework furiously for ruining the match; but this just makes Hatework smile all the more. The medics pass by them as they rush to assist Bugz, Cipher, SILVER, Cleaver and GOLD, and the scene finishes with a shot of FEAR and Hatework standing on the stage, gazing upon the chaos they’ve wrought.
Hatework: FEAR, ….I think we’re going to like it here.
And with that he leads her out of the arena, the boos of the crowd still resounding throughout the building.
Fade to Black.
PROWDLY PRESENTS.....
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Lucha Xtreme Wrestling Presents
Live on the XTREME NETWORK & PPV
SCHOOL HOUSE BRAWL
Friday September 6th 2019 - Sullivan Field, Los Alamos High School - Los Alamos, New Mexico
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::Ticket Information::
Tickets available at the venue box office, the official LXW website & ticketmaster
Ticket prices (in USD):
$60, $45, $30, $25, $20, $15
Prices do not include service charges or facility fees
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::Featuring::
A multi man-and-woman elimination match, and it is for the LXW Television Title!
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MAIN EVENT MATCH
1 vs 1 | ULTIMATE X | LXW CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH
Dragon King vs Jynn
Special Stipulation - Ultimate X Match (In this match, there are poles coming up from each of the turnbuckle corners. Then there are ropes that connect each pole to the pole opposite it, so that the shape from the top looks like an X. In the center the LXW Championship belt is hung, and the objective is to use the ropes to shimmy over to the belt and retrieve it.
The moment after Melissa May left the ring, DK suddenly ran forward and delivered a quick FLYING FOREARM SMASH!!! How menacing!! JYNN didn't see it coming at all, as he was still busy looking up at the CHAMPIONSHIP BELT, and nearly flipped over the ropes and out of the ring from the impact. What happens next?
DING! DING! DING!
Match Begining: Even though the match has started only a few seconds ago, just looking at that flying forearm smash means one thing..THIS MEANS BUSINESS!! Why such a bold word used to explain it? DK nearly flew over the top rope just to hit the move. He had more control over his body, however, so the two men were simply tangled in the ropes. Still, this all will likely work out for the best. How so? The initial mind games and sizing up of the opponent has been thrown completely out the window. They had no need to assume the others first move. To predict a weakness in their plan. No, DK had simply decided he wanted to be in initial control, and that he wanted to teach JYNN a lesson. DK, plain and simple, was going to beat some respect into JYNN. Lifting his form from the mat quite quickly, DRAGON KING swiftly nailed a few more forearm smashes to the back of JYNN's neck, apparently quite intent on keeping his opponent in a stunned state. It worked with authority, of course, as all JYNN could focus on was the pain to his neck. Such a discomfort and distraction allowed DK to seamlessly move into delivering spinning side kick. That's right, this match is basically like Street Fighter 2 thus far! Omar Azure continued to play the role of his alter ego, as he followed up his spin kick with a glowing fist to the face. Well, his hand wasn't glowing, but you get it. Shortly following this, he made a swift move to hit a double arm DDT, DK was in complete control early on. The only time JYNN managed to get up was to get thrown down with a kick or a clothesline. For someone trying to prove a point, this sure was embarrassing. For DK though, it was just plain old fun. After a few moments of simply tossing JYNN around with various kicks and clotheslines, DK again seemed to stalk out and await for JYNN to return to his feet. It really wasn't a choice for him to just lie down and wait for more of a beating after all, though he did seem precariously as he lifted himself off the mat once again. DK simply scoffed as he did, slowly making his way behind JYNN and quickly moving to lock in a sleeper! He really had to bend down for it, but once it was locked, he had no problem torquing himself out and generally morphing the move into a blatant choke out.
This went on for a few moments as JYNN could simply be seen gagging and struggling with the maneuver, many in attendance quite negative on the immediate strategy of simply cutting off the air to his brain...but what could those in the crowd really do to stop DK? The loud boos they let out constantly only seemed to make him die, and when they began to start a steady LXW chant it didn't appear to help at all, as he only faded faster and faster. Before long, he was simply hanging there; nearly motionless in DK's arms as he was still shook around for awhile. Simply pitiful how one-sided this contest had been so far. DK looked to be growing bored by the minute as he simply had JYNN hung up and successfully choked out, loosening his grip as he had a good look at a section in the crowd, before beginning to position his weight to deliver the Sleeper hold SLAM! The only problem with this strategy was that JYNN had somewhat revived as the hold had been loosened, though he obviously had little clue of where he was, or what was going on. As feeling returned to his body, he must of simply been acting on instinct as he shot a foot back, swiftly nailing DK's, how do you say, balls. Yup. A swift kick to the balls to save the day. DRAGON KING seemed to be notably gagging and shaking as his eyes nearly rolled into the back of his head, immediately releasing JYNN and collapsing into the fetal position as thunderous cheers returned to the arena. Unfortunately, JYNN must of still not been quite aware of what was occurring, as he simply dropped to his knees and held his head, remaining there as he tried to regain his wits. For a somewhat insane individual, however, regaining your wits takes much longer, and the time allowed DK to recover. How unfortunate. Many seemed disappointed as JYNN finally realized what was going on. How did he realize it. DK had gotten up and stood behind him menacingly, shaking his head slowly. As JYNN stood, he had a look of confidence on his face. As JYNN turned, he had a look of bewilderment and fear on his face, as he turned directly a Northern Lights suplex.
What was so special about the suplex which usually led to a pin? Since DK was well aware that he couldn't win by a pin, he simply rolled to the side and pulled himself back to his feet, still holding JYNN in the position. The dazed Korean star had little means to defend as he was lifted up again, this time instead of being driven for another Northern Lights Suplex however..he was turned into a COMPLETE SHOT! Well, it looked more incomplete as it was delivered, though still highly effective. JYNN's body simply springed and bounced off the mat, leading JYNN to actually return to a standing position for a moment, where he turned to glance dazed at DK, only to flop to the ground again. Nice. With a smirk on his face, DRAGON KING seemed to realize that now was definitely the perfect time to go for the X!! But instead, he went to deliver more punishment to the JYNN. Slowly dragging the helpless form to it's feet again, he whipped JYNN into the ropes, turning his back to him as he came off the ropes. Why would he turn his back to him? So he could bend down and catch JYNN in the Torture Rack position. That sure was lucky. As everything seems to be falling into place for DK, everything seems to be progressively falling apart for JYNN. The man who seemed set to teach a lesson here has been on the defensive basically the entire match thus far, and it didn't appear likely to change anytime soon. Why not? As DK had JYNN in the torture rack position, his goal was simple. After giving a bit of a sadistic laugh, he quickly delivered a Burning Cradle, leaving JYNN once again to be a convulsing mass on the mat. Such violent success. Such unflawed brilliance. DRAGON KING couldn't help but be quite giddy with his dominance at this point, so much so that he seemed to have little worry rolling out of the ring.
What could he want outside of the ring, however? Last I checked, the championship was hanging above it. Ohh..right..no disqualification..It was weapon time. He pulls out various things from under the ring, as he doesn't even appear to once look under it. No, he just reaches and pulls, reaches and pulls. He does this perhaps half a dozen times, before he had his proper tools before him. Two cheap tables, a Chair, a very larger ladder, and a bottle of vodka. The vodka appeared to be a surprise to him as well, as he simply stared at it before slowly tucking it away with the ring keeper for later. He'll need a drink to celebrate with, of course. With a confident smile, DK now makes his own trek around the ring, setting up the two tables at opposite sides of it, before slowly pushing the ladder and chair inside of it. After he was done getting out all of the hardware, and returned to reality, he realized that JYNN was slowly pulling himself up the turnbuckles. Pitiful. Did he really intend on going for the X already?It sure appeared to be so, as He was weakly reaching up to take hold of the Scaffold. This whole attempt was bound for failure though, as DK simply shook his head and slid back into the ring. He watched JYNN's desperate attempt to climb for a few moments before moving to pick up his chair. Time to break him open! Just like a pinata, except with no candy. Probably. As DRAGON KING approached to slam the chair into JYNN's back, JYNN suddenly turned and grinned, surprising DK for just long enough to dive off the top rope and nail a missile dropkick into the chair, driving it back into DK's face. The crowd was stunned. DK was stunned. Even JYNN was stunned that something he tried had finally worked as he let out a sigh of relief..perhaps this wasn't over after all.
Match Middle: Ah, and finally it appears that JYNN will have a turn as the man in control of the match. After nailing the missile dropkick, and generally launching DK back into the ropes, he was sure to be quick to his feet. There was a wide grin apparent on his face as he noticed the single move had managed to bust DRAGON KING open, even if just a bit, as a small trickle of blood fell from his forehead. Soon after this, JYNN took a sprint toward DK and hit him with a Spin Wheel Kick as he returned to his feet, immediately knocking the man back on his ass. Not about to allow his opponent the opportunity to recuperate from the small opening he had been rewarded, he repeatedly hit him with stiff kicks as the man consistently sat up, trying to keep him lieing on his back as he nailed him again and again. It looked very effective at first, before DK finally rose an arm to block the kick, and effectively grab his foot. Startled by this, JYNN was unable to react when DK tripped him up, and quickly rolled back to his feet. Woah...was JYNN's advantage already gone? It appeared so, as DK was quick to nail a large boot to JYNN's head himself, a smile of satisfaction returning to his bloodied face as his foot cracked the smaller man's skull. The look of JYNN falling in a heap of himself was even more satisfying and rewarding for DK, as the large man grinned and walked over to the turnbuckle, climbing it slowly. He’s finally going for the belt? It sure looked like it, as DRAGON KING lept off the top turnbuckle and took a hold of one of the ropes, pulling himself across it as he dangled there, a smile on his face. As he neared the belt, however, instead of reaching for it, he simply hung there and waited. What was there to wait for, though? Victory was in his grasp! It became apparent right away, as JYNN groggily began to rise again, shaking his head a bit as his back was turned to DK. What exactly was happening here..? As JYNN finally returned to his feet, DK suddenly swung back and forth a bit, before letting go of the rope and flying forward a bit. The show of agility and athleticism was impressive enough, but the fact that he dove forward and delivered a variation of the Ralph Klein special left some in the crowd simply giddy! The Dragon King connected with a vengeance, as JYNN was smashed into the mat once again. Ah yes, the domination of DK looked to continue on once again!
Beginning to pant and heave himself at this point from the amount of time he'd spent running around and destroying his opponent, he seemed slow to his feet. There was a notable bit of sweat on his brow as he whipped it away, before lifting JYNN to his feet once again. This time around, he slowly lifted him up for a vertical suplex. He stalled, however, not driving the man to the mat, and instead beginning to run around the ring with him up high. Oh no, you know what this means! Yes, after doing a few laps around the inside of the ring he suddenly lept up and turned the move into a vicious powerslam, delivering a sort of stalled Final Fate. It sure was a pretty move to see, however, even if JYNN crumpled in agony to the mat, and DRAGON KING looked exhausted from delivering it. Still, he was by far the fresher man, and he slowly returned to his feet. Was it finally time for him to go for the prize? To get the belt, and finally prove to the world he was the true champion in LXW? No..not yet..he hadn't used his tools just yet. The two lonely tables on the outside must of been cold at this point, as they had sat set up for awhile. With a smirk, DRAGON KING slowly dragged the form of JYNN to the ropes and tossed him over, probably expecting him to simply crash through the table. Were he a bigger man this likely would of been the case, but since he wasn't, he simply fell on top of it, still motionless. Looking quite frustrated by the fact JYNN was using his wonderful table as a place to rest he began to judge the distance between the ring and the table before backing up a bit. If he wasn't going through the table naturally, he would by force! With a deep breath, DK began a stampeding rush from the other side of the ring and sprang himself over the ropes without even touching them, looking to hit the Phoenix Pounce! The only problem with this was that he didn't have a view of JYNN after he had walked to the other side of the ring. If he did, he would of noticed that JYNN had stirred and rolled off the table. He did notice though, as he was in the air. There was a brief look of his eyes widening before he shot through the table like a torpedo, decimated in the mess.
Despite the fact he looked quite exhausted, JYNN didn't appear very willing of giving up one of the only advantages he had been blessed with all match, swiftly moving to lift up the broken and beaten DK. He stared at him for a moment, judging he unlikely had the strength right now to simply throw him around, so he began to hit various DDT's and dropkicks. He must of felt out of the 80s, following up a Tornado DDT with a flipping dropkick. That's the intense 80s, anyway. This continued for a few moments before he decided to go for an Evenflow DDT onto the scrap, jagged pieces of the table. It looked as if he would pull it off at first, before he felt a stiff jab to the gut. Usually it would take more then a single jab, but he was very worn out at this point, and it looked as if all the air was knocked out of him with it. As his grip loosened, DK quickly slipped from the hold and hugged onto him, sort of. As he hugged him, he seemed to dance and walk backwards. Why would he do that? Perhaps he fancies JYNN? No, that obviously wasn't it. As he grew closer and closer to the ring, he suddenly turned and delivered the Closing Moment. The overhead belly-to-belly suplex seemed to launch him into next week, but in reality it just launched him head first into the scaffold, and left him mangled. This is where blood finally began to flow from a convulsing JYNN’s forehead, as he shook back and forth well hanging onto the Scaffold.
Would DK further enjoy himself with JYNN misery? No, apparently he was tired of it. He was tired of beating a man who desperately wanted respect, and he was tired of proving a point over and over again. He simply wanted this match to come to it's predictable close. With a short sigh, he shook his head at the broken form of JYNN before rolling back into the ring and climbing the turnbuckle. It was time for a finish. Coincidentally, he happened to be able to look down at the nearly dead form of his opponent well climbing the Scaffold as well! How convenient! He stared down at his opponent’s motionless form a few times as he climbed the Scaffold, before turning his attention to the X. The immediate moment that DRAGON KING turned his head, JYNN must of shot into survival mode. The end was obviously near if he didn't manage to do anything, so he pulled his agonized form from the Scaffold and rolled back into the ring with some effort. DK was already climbing across the rope Armed Forces style as he clutched onto it and watched only his prize, eliminating JYNN from the picture for the time being. How would JYNN manage to stop him? How would JYNN feasibly get back into this contest? JYNN seemed to be thinking of all these things as he watched DK climbing closer and closer to the prize. He knew trying to jump up at him and chase him to the X likely wouldn't work, as he was quite a bit slowed down at the moment, due to the pain he'd already endured. There must be a solution, and fast! Soon enough, DK was right next to the belt, and JYNN needed to react immediately!!..And that's when he remembered. With a wide grin, he quickly ran over to the chair that still laid on the mat of the ring, and turned to see DK attempting to dislodge the belt. With a few more milliseconds, he would of won! Unfortunately, instead of dislodging the belt, he suddenly dropped from the ropes as a chair slammed into his back. The pain must of returned him to reality as he dropped, and the belt nearly fell with him, though didn't. Lucky! JYNN let off a sigh of relief as he watched DK arch his back in agony...before realizing he could be winning the match right now!
With a newfound burst of speed, JYNN tossed the chair to the side and smiled brightly, running over to climb the turnbuckle. As soon as he made his ascent, he leaped off the top ropes to take hold of the ropes up ahead; now was the time. He may of been severely weakened, and slowed down quite a bit, but with the prize in reach he suddenly had a second wind! With a determined look on his face, he clutched onto the rope and pulled his way along, dangling for the moment as he approached the belt. Perhaps if he had climbed along it the way that DK had moments earlier, he would of reached the belt much faster..and without as much vulnerability. Around the time he was in reach of the Championship Belt in the sky, DK had managed to recovered. There was a violent look in his eyes, as he stared at JYNN. He could of simply pulled JYNN off the ropes overhead and down to the mat, but that would just be too simple..no. He had better plans. With a smirk, he ran off the ropes, beginning to charge back at JYNN. As he was close, he jumped up with the intent of bringing JYNN back to the mat with a Shadow Step!! JYNN wasn't about to stand for that though, as he pulled his body up as DK jumped and instead delivered an odd variation of the Launch Kick, springing himself off DK's back and past the belt, landing in a painful way on one of the ropes which hang from the scaffold. He notably shuddered and let out a cry, nearly falling off the high rope before taking a good hold of it. He may of been in pain, but he was in a better position now! DK, on the other hand, likely got the better of the launch kick, actually being pushed to sprint up the turnbuckle. It sure was lucky, and it was luck that DK wasn't about to give up.
Match Ending: The serious turning point and climax of the match could be felt in the air, as both men were in position to take a shot at the belt at this point. JYNN, despite being beaten down for a heavy majority of the match had the best chance at this point, as DK quickly climbed the scaffold to get on top of a rope as well. Soon enough, JYNN turned himself back in the direction of the belt, and was greeted to stare down DK. It was now that both men tuned in to the crowd once again, as everyone was cheering loudly, the arena perhaps shaking due to the reaction, or perhaps it was an earthquake. The world may never know. Both men, though, seemed quite pleased that they had at least succeeded in proving their worth as performers, though the win was really what they both came for. At this point, they both had two options...A) To drag their asses along like dogs and meet over the belt, for a battle of supremacy. Or B) To treat the Rope as a balance beam and stand up, in order to perhaps move faster. DK seemed happy with option A, before realizing that JYNN had went with B. Yes, JYNN was standing a good twenty five feet above the ring as he tried to keep his balance on the ropes, slowly walking along them toward the belt. At this rate, he was sure to win! No..DK couldn't have that..it was unacceptable after all he had worked for! With a grunt, and almost a nervous cry, DK slowly also reached his feet, staring over blankly as JYNN continued to walk along the rope carefully. Even now, it looked quite a bit as if JYNN would reach it first and retrieve the belt for the win. What could DK possibly do though? JYNN was notably closer to the belt, and it wasn't as if he could keep his balance well- OH MY! Suddenly, with a burst of speed and surprising balance, DK sprinted forward suddenly and spring boarded off the rope to deliver an INCREDIBLE Shadow Step, driving JYNN and DK all the way from the top, down through the table on the outside!!! Now, I know I don't write with announcers, but this must be said. DANNNNNNNNNNNGEEEEEEEEEEEEROOOUS!!!
Simply put, both men lay broken upon a pile of debris. Courtesy of DK's devastating move, the crowd has been left to do nothing but chant "Holy shit!" DK takes his time to shake his head and clear the cobwebs out of his head. What more is there left to be done to the JYNN One? Is the only thing left to do is to go into the ring and go for the belt? DK slowly pushes himself up from the ground, using his hands, before slowly staggering towards the ring. With the crowd cheering on both men for putting on a great performance, DK rolls under the bottom rope and crawls towards the structure. Finally, The Failed Artist begins ascending the structure and eventually gets to the top. DK grasps at the cables, almost missing, then makes his way towards the belt.
But as he pauses to catch his breath, JYNN is slowly arising from the rubble and gets to his wobbly feet. His instinct tells him to move towards the ring, which he does. JYNN also slides under the bottom rope and climbs up another structure. DK sees JYNN and reaches for the belt. It is literally within his grasp… but fatigue overcomes him and like JYNN did earlier, DK lets go of the ropes and plummets to the canvas below. His back hits the canvas and he begins breathing hard, trying to regain some stamina. JYNN takes the opportunity to climb up to the top and inch his way towards the belt. JYNN makes his way across the cables and finally approaches the belt. JYNN pauses to stare intently at DK on the canvas before unhooking the belt from the cables and falling to the canvas, landing on his feet.
DING! DING! DING!
WINNER: Winner and the first LXW Champion – JYNN!
POST-MATCH SEGMENT
Melissa May: "And the winner of the match, and first LXW CHAMPION…….. JYNN!!"
The crowd's cheers and boos can't possibly get louder as JYNN actually stumbles through the ring ropes with the belt, landing on his feet. JYNN holds up the LXW CHAMPIONSHIP BELT proudly for all of his fans that he does have to see…
Meanwhile, DK slowly regains his stamina and stands up from the canvas. DK sighs and looks on at the crowd, humble as always. However, something about him is different. Having been taken to hell and back courtesy of JYNN must have been a shocking experience for the chairman. Is it the angered gleam in DK’s eyes? DK heads over to one side of the ring and requests a microphone. He receives one then brings his eyes towards the fans and guides the mic to his mouth.
Dragon King: “Hey champ”
The reaction of the fans is none other than “WTF?”
Dragon King: “Congratulations”
JYNN just shrugs him off and disappears behind the curtain with the LXW CHAMPIOSHIP.
END OF SHOW...…..
::OOC NOTE::
Due to personal health complications I Omar Azure apologize for the long delay for the results to be posted!!!!
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