.::The XHF Network Presents: End of Days 2019 (Finale)::.
Oct 27, 2019 5:04:24 GMT -5
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.::The XHF Network Presents::.
End of Days
As evening descends on the city of London, the people in the Emirates Stadium are piled in waiting for the show. Finally with the booms and cracks of pyros we're off! Wolfsbane's "Manhunt" rocks through the stadium's PA system, shaking everything as people get ultra hyped- but not Hyperioned- for the End of Days!
As the song winds down we make our way to ringside where XHF Network commentators Joey Hawke and Jerry "The King" Lawler are waiting.
Hawke: Hello everyone and welcome to week five of the End of Days!
King: And it's the finals!
Hawke: Yes, yes it is! Tonight we find out who is the winner of the End of Days Tournament!
King: But that's not all! Tonight all of the AWF Championships are on the line!
Hawke: ...Yeah, great for them. Also we've got the XHF Tag Team Championships being defended against the Convicted and a huge Vortex match for the X*Crown Championship!
King: I can hardly contain my excitement!
Hawke: Neither can I, so let's get straight to the action!
Bonnie Jenkins: The following contest is scheduled for one fall…
Crowd: ONE FALL!
Bonnie Jenkins: And is for the XHF Phoenix Championship.
The lights go down and the sound of people cheering starts to play. Spotlights come up in pairs, focused on the stage until Stagefright starts to play, but Tommy Strychnine is nowhere to be seen.
I SAID WELCOME TO MY SHOW
JUST YOU AND ME BABE
WE GOT THE WHOLE DAMN NIGHT TO GO….
JUST YOU AND ME BABE
WE GOT THE WHOLE DAMN NIGHT TO GO….
The camera pans round the arena and focuses in on the tunnel where Arsenal walk out of every home match. Pyro fires off and Strychnine runs out of the entrance, guitar in one hand, soccer ball under the other arm.
Bonnie Jenkins: Introducing first, the challenger. He weighs in at one hundred and seventy five pounds and hails from New Orleans, Lousiana… TOMMY STRYIIIIIIICHNIIIIIIIIIINE!
Hawke: Does Tommy know we actually have an entrance set up for wrestling?
King: It’s one of two things, Jojo. Either he really wanted to feel like a soccer player. Or, and this is the more likely option, he just got lost in a haze of whiskey backstage.
Hawke: Maybe a combination of both?
King: Quite possibly.
When he gets to the ring, he kicks the ball into the crowd before posing with his guitar, pretending to play along with the song, before handing off the guitar to the ring crew and doing a flip off the turnbuckle into a powerslide. The arena lights turn red as 'I'm Scum' starts up. Bloodied Fox steps through the curtain, followed by Brendan Harding. Fox raises his Phoenix title high to the cheers of the fans.
HEY, HEY
I’M COUNCIL HOUSED AND VIOLENT!
I’M LAUGHING AT THE TYRANTS!
I’M SLEEPING UNDER SIRENS!
WHIST WONDERING WHERE THE TIME WENT!
I’M COUNCIL HOUSED AND VIOLENT!
I’M LAUGHING AT THE TYRANTS!
I’M SLEEPING UNDER SIRENS!
WHIST WONDERING WHERE THE TIME WENT!
Bonnie Jenkins: And his opponent, the reigning and defending champion, he weighed in tonight at thirteen stone and eight pounds, “The Vulpine Scavanger” BLOODIED FOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOX!
Hawke: Bloodied Fox has looked impressive recently.
King: Being around Seth Dillinger and Ryan Young has given this young talent the world of confidence.
Fox tosses the belt to Brendan and they bump fists before heading down the ramp, Fox sliding into the ring and mounting the turnbuckles to salute the crowd.
XHF Phoenix Championship
Bloodied Fox © vs. Tommy Strychnine
Bloodied Fox © vs. Tommy Strychnine
Bloodied Fox and Tommy Strychnine close in on each other. The wrestlers lock up and muscle for position, Fox using his slight size advantage to power Strychnine back a step. Fox moves round, taking one of Tommy’s wrists and locking in a top wristlock. The Scavenger moves to a side and keeps his grasp on the wrist, wringing Tommy’s arm in the process. Strychnine wags a finger and does a forward roll, reversing the hold and wringing out Fox’s arm. Fox does a roll himself, re-reversing the hold and moves Tommy’s arm back into a top wristlock, this time leaning forward and pushing Tommy downwards, arching his back until the rockstar’s shoulders touch the mat…
ONE!
Tommy, however, uncurls and gets back to a standing position. Tommy slides himself into control of the wristlock again and arches Fox backwards until HIS shoulders touch the mat…
ONE!
But Fox muscles back up. Tommy breaks the hold and the pair stand off, face to face mid ring.
Hawke: This is wrestling.
King: Obviously.
Hawke: No I meant… oh forget it.
Changing it up, Fox goes for the striking game, lashing a pair of swift kicks into Styrichnine’s legs. Strych winces and tries to get his arm down to block a third kick, but Fox is playing a smart game and pulls his third kick, closing in and locking in a tight waist lock. Strychnine struggles to break free but The Vulpine Scavenger Swings round and dumps Strychnine back fir on the mat with a belly to belly suplex. Fox covers…
ONE!
TWO!
T.. Strychnine kicks out.
Crowd: TWO!
Fox moves to the mount position and warms his hands up in the cold autumnal London air before firing off shotuei after shoutei onto the grounded Strychnine, connecting his palm time after time with Tommy’s face. Fox dismounts and backs off, waiting for Strych to sit up before chraging in again and kicking viciously at the base of Tommy’s spine!
Crowd: UNAI! SIGN THE FOX! UNAI, UNAI SIGN THE FOX!
Hawke: PENALTY KICK!
King: Is he trying to get Arsenal to sign him?
Hawke: The crowd seem to think that’s a good idea.
Quick cover from Bloodied Fox…
ONE!
TWO!
TH… Strychnine kicks out.
Crowd: TWO!
Standing up, Fox steadies himself in a fighting stance and waits for his opponent to stand. Fox fires off a nasty looking roundhouse kick to Strychnine’s side. The hair metal brawler sucks it up and fires back with a kick of his own, less technique but no less powerful. Fox goes for a standing Palm Strike that Strychnine deflects away. Tommy fires in an elbow smash that had it connected flush might well had have had KO power behind it but Fox dodges and Strychnine staggers past him. Bloodied Fox grabs for Tommy’s flailing arm and launches him into a corner. Tommy slumps over the second rope, then starts fumbling with his leather jacket. Fox charges in and jumps, looking for the Boom, Headshot! But Strychnine finds what he was looking for and, with the referee unsighted by Fox’s body… TOMMY SPRAYS BLOODIED FOX IN THE FACE FROM AN AEROSOL!
Hawke: WHAT THE HELL?
King: I didn’t see anything.
Hawke: STRYCHNINE JUST SPRAYED FOX IN THE FACE!
Fox wheels away clutching his face and Strychnine stays in the corner… spraying his hair and adjusting that sweet ass 80s hairstyle.
King: See, he’s just keeping his look fresh. Nothing wrong with that.
Strychnine saunters out of the corner and grabs the staggered Fox around the neck. Tommy charges forwards and takes Fox down to the mat with a bulldog. Strychnine stands and hits a beautiful standing moonsault, rolling through to a vertical base and following up instantly with a standing Shooting Star Press, both moves hitting Fox across his back. Strychnine stands again, places one foot on the base of Fox’s spine… AND PLAYS AN AIR GUITAR SOLO!
Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Hawke: Oh Bloodied Fox is not going to enjoy watching that on the replay.
King: Strychnine just likes to have a little fun.
Hawke: Strychnine likes to have a lot of fun. Too much fun, maybe.
Strych hauls Fox up to a standing position and delivers a swift toe kick to the guts. With The Vulpine Scavenger bent over, Tommy hauls him up into a Fireman’s Carry and walks him a little closer to one of the corners. With a little shift of his body weight, Tommy flips Bloodied Fox over and sends him crashing down, the back of Bloodied Fox’s neck crashing hard into Tommy’s knee.
Hawke: TOMMYKNOCKER!
King: Pin him!
But Tommy Strychnine doesn’t want the pin yet. He climbs the turnbuckles and looks out into the crowd, throwing the horns for effect. Trusting his opponent hasn’t moved, Tommy jumps off the turnbuckle backwards, shaping his back to be parallel to the ring in mid air and comes crashing down back first on top of Bloodied Fox!
Hawke: STAGE DIVE! STAGE DIVE!
Tommy reaches over and hooks Fox’s far leg…
ONE!
TWO!
THR… Fox kicks out.
Crowd: TWO!
Crowd: LET’S ALL START A MOSH PIT! LET’S ALL START A MOSH PIT! LA-LA-LA-LA, LA-LA-LA-LA!
Tommy stands and stalks Bloodied Fox, looking to finish the match off. He waits for Fox to get up and toe kicks him in the guts. Tommy hooks Fox’s right arm, then his left looking to set up for Insult 2 Injury. The crowd goes quiet… or at least quieter. Reverting to a background level of noise, maybe. Tommy jumps and begins to flip over Fox… BUT AS TOMMY FLIPS OVER, FOX MANAGES TO SLIP FREE OF THE UNDERHOOKS AND TOMMY STRYCHNINE EFFECTIVELY BACKDROPS HIMSELF!
Hawke: AMAZING COUNTER BY FOX!
Bloodied Fox waits on Strychnine to stand again and quickly slips round behind and locks in a Full Nelson. With an incredible snap to it, THE VULPINE SCAVANGER DRAGON SUPLEXES TOMMY TO THE MAT, HARD!
Hawke: FOX TRAP SUPLEX!
Not wanting to wait a second before following up, Fox rushes the ropes and bounces off the second rope, turning in midair, crunching his body up and then uncorking with a NASTY SPRINGBOARD FROG SPLASH!
Hawke: AIR VULPINE!
Fox stands first and stalks. As Strychnine gets up off the mat, Bloodied Fox grabs for an arm and twists it behind Strych’s back. Fox pushes Tommy out, HAULS HIM BACK IN AND TIRES LO LOCK IN THE ¾ FACELOCK FOR A HUSTLE. SWEETHEART… BUT TOMMY DUCKS THE CLUTCH! TOMMY HEADS OFF TO THE ROPES, CARRYING THE MOMENTUM OF FOX DRAGGING HIM IN AND AS STRYCHNINE GETS TO THE ROPES HE JUMPS, BOUNCES OFF THE SECOND ROPE AND TURNS IN MIDAIR, CONNECTING HIS KNEE FIRMLY INTO FOX’S JAW!
Hawke: INSULT2INJURY!
Strychnine covers…
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
Bonnie Jenkins: The winner of this match, by pinfall and NEW XHF Phoenix Champion, TOMMY STRYCHNIIIIIIIIINE!
Tommy grabs the belt and plays some more air guitar, using the belt as a prop.
Hawke: A title change already.
King: I think that Tommy could ROCK the foundations of the AWF with this win.
Bonnie Jenkins: The following match is scheduled for one fall…
The roar from the massive crowd of the Emirates stadium almost takes the always professional Bonnie Jenkins back as they reply.
Crowd: ONE FALL!
Bonnie Jenkins: And is a Triple Threat match for the AWF United States Title.
The lights go out as "Family Man" by Craig Campbell starts to play. Blue and green lights come back on flashing throughout the arena.
I’VE BEEN WORKING AS A TEMP
AT THE LOCAL FACTORY
I HOPE THEY HIRE ME ON FULL TIME
I’VE GOT SHOES TO BUY
AND A MOUTH TO FEED
AT THE LOCAL FACTORY
I HOPE THEY HIRE ME ON FULL TIME
I’VE GOT SHOES TO BUY
AND A MOUTH TO FEED
Bonnie Jenkins: Introducing first, from Belleview, Missouri, he weighted in tonight at two hundred and sixty pounds, The Family Man, DAAAAAAAANY RAAAAAAAAAAAAAY!
The Family Man walks down the aisle, a stern look on his face as he heads towards the ring. He slowly walks up the ring steps as he looks out among the crowd he glares as he enters the ring and stands in his corner. His whole demeanor changes as he waits for the bell to ring.
Hawke: The Family Man. He seems a lot more focused than the last time we commentated on a match with him in.
King: Maybe Danny Ray realized what I’ve known for ages, Jojo. People just aren’t as great as you’d like them to be.
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.
BORN OF A BROKEN MAN,
BUT NOT A BROKEN MAN!
BORN OF A BROKEN MAN,
NEVER A BROKEN MAN!
BUT NOT A BROKEN MAN!
BORN OF A BROKEN MAN,
NEVER A BROKEN MAN!
Bonnie Jenkins: And his first opponent, representing Legion, he hails from Seattle, Washington, he weighed in tonight at two hundred of two pounds, THE STOOOOOOOOOOORMCROOOOOOOOOOW!
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 until the champion arrives.
Hawke: StormCrow, a man who seems to have found some purpose within Legion.
King: Mind control? Lethal drugs? Expressing you unending loyalty to a man like Hyperion? I’ll take a rain check on this whole finding a purpose thing.
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.
RISE, TASTE THE AIT, LOCK AND LOAD, PULL THE TRIGGER,
CLIMB, TO NEW HEIGHTS AND TELL ME, TELL ME WHAT YOU HEAR...
CLIMB, TO NEW HEIGHTS AND TELL ME, TELL ME WHAT YOU HEAR...
Bonnie Jenkins: And their opponent, he hails from Parris Island, South Carolina, representing Saga, he is the reigning and defending US Champion, he is JOOOOOOOOOOHNNY SNIIIIIIIIIIIIIIPEEEEEEEER!
Sniper runs down the ramp and slides in under the bottom rope. Mid ring, Sniper takes a knee and performs a hand gun gesture at both of his opponents.
Hawke: Johnny Sniper, a true American Hero.
King: War hero, wrestler, champion.
Hawke: You’re a fan?
King: People this clean cut, they make me sick.
Crowd: SNIPER IS OUR LEADER, SNIPER IS OUR LEADER, LA-LA-LA-LA, LA-LA-LA-LA.
King: Oh, good grief. British wrestling crowds.
Hawke: They’re very animated, that’s for sure.
AWF United States Championship
Johnny Sniper © vs. Danny Ray vs. The StormCrow
Johnny Sniper © vs. Danny Ray vs. The StormCrow
The three men involved in the match circle, none of them wanting to make the first move. Sniper shoots out, trying to catch StormCrow off guard with a straight right hand but StormCrow slides out of the way. Unfortunately for him he slides a little too close to Danny Ray who pegs the strung out superstar with a left jab. Seeing that StormCrow has been rocked a little, Sniper grabs for an arm and whips StormCrow against the far ropes. Out of control, StormCrow bounces off and heads wildly towards his opponents. Sniper leapfrogs Crow and Danny Ray squares up and drives a shoulder into StormCrow’s midsection.
Hawke: Danny Ray has the physical advantage in this match.
King: Sometimes that’s all the advantage you need. Never bet against the bigger man, Jojo.
Closing the distance with Sniper, Danny Ray grabs the former marine and scoops him up with minimal effort. The Family Man lifts Sniper up as high as he can in the clutch and dumps him unceremoniously on top of StormCrow. Danny backs off a couple of steps and jumps up, landing back first across the pile with an ugly looking senton.
Crowd: HEEEEEEEEEEEY, HEEEEEEEEEEEY DANNY. OOH! AAH! I WANNA KNOOOOOOOOOW WHERE YOU LEFT YOUR KIDS?
Danny stands and looks out to the crowd with a look of mild disgust on his face. Danny stomps down on Sniper who hastily rolls out of the way. Danny continues stomping, this time hitting StormCrow on the chest. Danny rips StormCrow up off the canvas and lifts him into a Fireman’s Carry. Danny waits for a good half second before falling backwards and dropping StormCrow to the mat with a nasty Samoan Drop.
Hawke: That looked painful.
King: When does having 260lbs of man landing on you NOT look painful?
Danny lays don in the back press, hooking a leg…
ONE!
TWO!
Sniper gets across to stomp on Danny’s back and break up the pinfall.
Crowd: TWO!
Danny gets back to his feet and stares down the former marine and fires off a right hand that staggers Johnny. Johnny holds his ground and fires back with a strike of his own. Right from Danny. Right from Sniper. Right from Danny. Right from Sniper. Now the two men just start throwing rapid shots at each other, a blur of fists… Until StormCrow sneaks up behind the melee and catches Danny Ray with a schoolboy roll up!
ONE!
TWO!
Sniper breaks that up by kicking out at StormCrow.
Crowd: TWO!
Hawke: Sniper is on point again to break that up.
King: That’s the problem with Triple Threat matches. You need to have eyes in the back of your head.
The three men stand again StormCrow and Sniper exchange a glance and something fresh in the mind of Johnny and deeply repressed in StormCrow’s twisted brain clicks. Crow turns to Danny Ray and throws a big right hand. Danny turns back to return fire but Sniper catches him in the ribs with a swiftly delivered kick. Punch from Crow. Kick from Sniper. Now both men grab an arm each of Danny Ray’s and propel him towards the ropes! Sinper follow in, at pace and a beautiful shotgun dropkick sends Danny Ray spilling to the outside.
Hawke: See that’s smart wrestling. Eliminate the greatest threat first.
The two former servicemen square off. StormCrow offers Johnny a hand on a job well done in temporarily eliminating Danny Ray as a threat and Johnny Sniper salutes StormCrow in return… which Crow balks at, repressing something that he has tried for many years to bury. Sniper takes this as a sign of disrespect and kicks StormCrow in the ribs, following up quickly with a sharply delivered floatover DDT.
Crowd: SALUTE IF YOU LOVE JOHNNY! SALUTE IF YOU LOVE JOHNNY!
A panning shot of the crowd shows rows and rows of AWF fans saulting Johnny Sniper. Johnny throws them a saulte back before turning back to StormCrow and stomping on the center of his spine. Crow stands but Johnny grabs his arm and wrenches it round and fires off a sharp body jab, right to the upper rib cage. StormCrow drops to the mat clutching his heart.
Hawke: That could be lethal given StormCrow’s reliance on medication.
King: Medication, that’s what they’re calling it now?
Sniper grabs an arm of StormCrow and sends him HARD into the ring post with a ferocious Irish Whip. The ex Marine follows in and lands a couple of good meaty shots to Crow, but the Legion man sucks it up and reverses positions. Now it’s Crow who is landing punch after punch in the corner. Sniper covers up quite skilfully and reverses positions again. Kicks and knees are added to the party. Crow reverses positions AGAIN and fires one, two, threeefourfivesixseven RAPID strikes at Sniper followed by a big, firm headbutt. Sniper slumps down and StormCrow wheels away, charging in with a low cross body.
Hawke: Sniper just got sandwiched between Crow and the ring post.
King: I’ll stick to pastrami on rye, if it’s all the same to you.
Pleased with his work, Crow stands up and backs off, hoping that Sniper is winded enough to hit another move. Sniper stands and walks towards his opponent. StormCrow grabs for a neckbreaker but Sniper counters, reaching arn arm round and turning Crow’s entire body into an Inverted DDT position. Rather than just dropping Crow to the mat, Sniper jumps a little and wraps his legs around Crow’s waist locking in a Grounded Dragon Sleeper! Not wanting to see the match end without him on the winning side, Danny Ray slides back into the ring from the outside and drops a huge running elbow drop onto the pile, breaking the hold up.
Hawke: Smart wrestling from Danny Ray.
King: Stay out of the action while the other guys are beating each other up, then don’t let them win. Good work.
All three men get back to a vertical base once more. Danny fires a punch out at Sniper. Then he turns and fires one off at StormCrow. One more for Sniper. One more for StormCrow. One more for Sniper… which he blocks! One more for StormCrow… Which HE blocks. A knowing glance is exchanged between Sniper and StormCrow and they grab an arm each of The Family Man and whip him towards the ropes. Danny steadies himself against the ropes but Sniper charges in and HITS A FULL SPEED DROPKICK SENDING DANNY TUMBLING TO THE FLOOR! StormCrow rushes the ropes and leaps over them, out of control but facing in a Dannywards direction as HE CRASHES INTO DANNY RAY ON THE OUTSIDE! Everyone gets back to their feet and SNIPER CHARGES, SHAPING HIS BODY TO FIT THROUGH THE ROPES AND LAUNCHING A MASSIVE TOPE SUICIDA ONTO HIS OPPONENTS!
Crowd: EH-DUBYA-EFF! EH-DUBYA-EFF!
Hawke: Hey, this is a Network event. Give everyone on the Network credit for this.
King: At least this crowd is smart enough to know which federation they’re watching in the match. Almost… too smart.
As the bundle untangles itself, StormCrow and Sniper are up first. Sniper throws a couple of his precise kicks, stunning Crow. The Saga’s representative makes a gun sign at Crow before curling his leg back, ready for…
Hawke: KILLSHOT!
...but before he can get the move off, Danny Ray grabs him from behind. Ray locks in the back waistlock and RELEASE GERMAN SUPLEXES JOHNNY SNIPER INTO THE RING STEPS! SNIPER COLLAPSES, CLUTCHING HIS BACK AND GRIMACING IN PAIN!
Crowd: HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT!
Hawke: Danny Ray is letting his brutal side out tonight.
King: You know how much stress raising kids is? You have to release it somewhere.
Ray grabs StormCrow by the hair and slings him roughly back inside the ring. A bunch of vicious stomps keeps the drug fuelled superstar down. Not pausing to give StormCrow a moment’s breathing space, Danny lifts the Legion member up and knees him sharply in the guts. Ray rushes the ropes as StormCrow sucks wind and The Family Man extends an arm, crashing it right into StormCrow’s face.
Hawke: LAAAAAAARIIIIIAAAT!
King: And down goes StormCrow!
Danny covers…
ONE!
TWO!
TH… StormCrow kicks out!
Crowd: TWO!
Showing a little frustration, Danny Ray gets back up again. He kicks at StormCrow’s body a couple of times, to the boos of the crowd. Danny turns away, about a second away from scolding the crowd for booing a good father over this drug taking loser but StormCrow seizes the fraction of the opportunity and grabs a handful of Danny’s tights, pulling him over into a Schoolboy Roll Up!
ONE!
TWO!
TH.. Danny kicks out. And he looks PISSED.
Crowd: TWO!
Hawke: Danny Ray only cares about his family. He doesn’t care for this crowd and he really doesn’t care for StormCrow at the moment.
King: He’s right on this crowd. I’ve met some of them.
With a look on his face like thunder, Danny Ray clubs loose hammerfists at StormCrow’s head before standing up, wrenching Crow up by an arm and whipping him HARD into the corner. The Family Man stomps over towards StormCrow and raises his fist to the air for a second. BANG! A right hand connects with Crow’s jaw. BANG! Another. BANG! A third. BANGBANGBANGBANGBANGBANG!
Hawke: It’s turning into a slobberknocker!
King: A pier six brawl!
Ray rains down shots at alarming speed, each one rocking StormCrow’s head and sending sprays of sweat arcing off Crow’s ratty dreads. Crow staggers a couple of steps out of the corner as Danny drops to mat level and drop toe holds StormCrow down, splatting his face onto the mat. Crow rolls away and you can clearly see the line of red coming from a wound on the bridge of his nose, drawing a line on the mat trailing after him.
Hawke: Flurry of offense from Danny Ray! And StormCrow is busted open!
King: Eww. Make sure that blood is cleaned up thoroughly after the match. Who knows what toxins are in Crow’s system.
Danny stalks StormCrow like a hunter closing in on his prey. Danny stands, slowly, deliberately. StormCrow feels for his head and notes that he is dripping with blood. Groggily, StormCrow stands, only to be met with a hard knee to the gut. Ray whips StormCrow into the ropes and catches him about the waist as he rebounds. Ray lifts Crow up and drops him mat first across the back with a Sidewalk Slam. Danny hooks the legs…
ONE!
TWO!
THR.. StormCrow kicks out again!
Crowd: TWO!
Hawke: If you have to give one thing to StormCrow, he’s resilient.
King: If I’d put my body through 5% of what StormCrow has, I’d have been found dead in a ditch years ago!
Danny Ray stands quickly and drags StormCrow off the canvas by his matted hair. The Family Man launches another of his sharp knee strikes into the gut of his opponent, bending Crow double. Danny hooks an arm, slowly, deliberately. Then he hooks the other arm. StormCrow struggles to get out and Danny hammers down on his back with a pair of clubbing fists…
Hawke: THE SITTER! THE SITTER!
...but as Danny leans over a bit too far to club down on Crow’s back and The StormCrow gets just enough leverage and position to counter A Father’s Redemption into a back drop! Danny looks shocked as he regains his feet, only to be met by a punch from Crow!
Crowd: CROW!
Danny responds with a straight right himself, staggering Crow back to the ropes and sending another spray of blood off StormCrow’s face.
Crowd: NO!
Crow moves in again and fires off another punch.
Crowd: CROW!
But Danny is not that easily moved and he responds with a fiercer punch which sends Crow off to the ropes with a little more speed this time.
Crowd: NO!
StormCrow has a little momentum behind him as he rebounds towards Danny Ray. As he approaches, Crow LEAPS into the air, dreadlocks flailing, and drives a punch down onto the top of Danny Ray’s forehead!
Crowd: CROW!
Hawke: SUPERMAN PUNCH!
King: End of Days. You Kent get any better entertainment than this.
As Danny stumbles, Crow senses an opportunity to strike. Crow approaches Danny and grabs hold of him around the neck, turning Danny Ray round and dropping to the mat. Crow takes a moment to breathe as Danny gets to one knee before hitting a spinning kick to Danny’s face. Again Crow is sucking wind for a few seconds, but he is also tactically waiting for Danny to stand again before leaping at The Family Man and connecting with a high clothesline.
Crowd: STORMCROW! GIVE US YOUR STASH! STORMCROW, STORMCROW, GIVE US YOUR STASH!
The Family Man staggers backwards towards the ropes and slowly bounces backwards into StormCrow’s grasp and Crow sharply (or at least the nearest thing that resembles sharply that StormCrow can manage) grabs Danny around the waist, spins 180 degrees and drops him back first into the mat!
Hawke: SPINEBUSTER! SPINE ON THE PINE!
Crow slithers away towards a corner, keeping his eyes close on Danny Ray with every step. Crow is ready to strike like a lion on an unsuspecting antelope. Ray slowly turns and as he is fully facing StormCrow, the Legion man CHARGES AT FULL SPEED AND SPEARS DANNY RAY RIGHT IN THE GUTS!
Hawke: THE SPEAR! THE SPEAR! THE SPEAR!
King: PIN HIM YOU IDIOT!
But Crow isn’t about to go for the pin. As beaten up and bloodied as he is, Crow is thinking high risk. Crow starts slowly ascending the turnbuckles. Somewhere near the corner he is ascending, a rested up Johnny Sniper stirs. Crow climbs to the first buckle. Then the second. Danny Ray is beginning to stir. Sniper is definitely stirring. Crow is now at the top rope and slowly turns to face Danny. He composes himself, rivulets of blood falling from his face onto the corner of the mat. BUT DANNY RAY GETS UP TO HIS FEET AND LAUNCHES HIMSELF WILDLY AT THE CORNER PROPELLING CROW TO THE OUTSIDE!
Crowd: HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT!
Danny slumps on the corner, effort expended in removing StormCrow from the ring. As Danny takes his brief break, however, a battered but rested Johnny Sniper hoists himself onto the ring apron and jumps, sprining off the top rope and connecting solidly, THE BACK OF HIS FOOT CRASHING INTO DANNY’S SKULL!
Hawke: BOOM! HEADSHOT!
Collapsing forwards to the mat, Danny Ray’s eyes look a little glazed over. Sniper takes his angle coming out of the corner, waits for The Family Man to get to one knee before charging, using Danny’s knee as a springboard and firing his own knee into Danny’s head!
Hawke: SHINING WIZARD!
Sniper stops to cover…
ONE!
TWO!
THR… Danny kicks out!
Crowd: TWO!
Crowd: JOHNNY! JOHNNY, JOHNNY! JOHNNY, JOHNNY! JOHNNY, JOHN-NY SNI-PER!
Hawke: This crowd seems to have warmed up to Johnny Sniper. Sniper is more than a true American Hero, he’s a hero to us all.
King: I already have a hero for myself.
Hawke: Who’s that then?
King: Myself.
Sniper stands and points his finger gun sign at Danny Ray, tracking him as The Family Man stands up. Sniper cocks his leg back for the coup de grace and FIRES OFF THE KILLSHOT! DANNY RAY DUCKS OUT THE WAY! RAY FLIPS JOHNNY SNIPER OVER BY HIS FLAILING LEG! SNIPER STYLES IT OUT WITH A SUPERHERO LANDING! SNIPER CLOSES IN AND CLUTCHES DANNY RAY FOR IMPROVISE, ADAPT AND OVERCOME! RAY ELBOWS DANNY IN THE SIDE OF HIS HEAD AND APPLIES THE SAME CLUTCH HIMSELF! SPINNING URANAGE! BOTH MEN ARE DOWN!
ONE!
TWO!
Crowd: JOHNNY! JOHNNY, JOHNNY! JOHNNY, JOHNNY! JOHNNY, JOHN-NY SNI-PER!
THREE!
FOUR!
Crowd: LET’S GO JOHNNY! LET’S GO JOHNNY! LET’S GO JOHNNY!
FIVE!
SIX!
SEVEN!
Crowd: HEY, HEY JOHNNY, OOH, AAH! I WANNA KNOOOOOOOW IF YOU’LL SHOOT MY EX!
EIGHT!
NINE!
Danny drapes an arm over Sniper…
ONE!
TWO!
THR… SNIPER KICKS OUT!
Crowd: TWO!
Fuming, Danny Ray stands up first. He patiently waits for Sniper to stand up before racking the ex Marine up across his shoulders. Slowly Danny starts to contort his body, working up the momentum to turn Sniper round and as he gets the right amount of torque in he flips Snipers body over and hooks in a ¾ facelock in midair, sitting out and driving Sniper’s chin into his shoulder!
Hawke: FAMILY TIME!
Danny Ray covers…
ONE!
TWO!
THR… Sniper kicks out!
Crowd: TWO!
Now Ray is consumed by rage. He grabs Sniper by the neck and hauls him up. NAP TIME DDT! Danny covers…
ONE!
TWO!
THR… Sniper kicks out.
Crowd: TWO!
Ray stands up again, dragging Sniper up by the neck a second time. NAP TIME DDT! Danny covers…
ONE!
TWO!
T… Sniper kicks out again!
Crowd: TWO!
Ray stand up again, drags Sniper up by the neck again and looks for a third NAP TIME DDT… SNIPER SPRAWLS TO KEEP HIS VERTICAL BASE! SNIPER RAISES A KNEE THAT CONNECTS WITH DANNY RAY’S FACE! DANNY LOSES HIS GRIP AND STAGGERS BACKWARDS!
King: First rule of wrestling. Never go to the well three times!
With Danny backing off to the ropes, Sniper senses an opportunity and charges, heading full steam at The Family Man. Danny ducks, smartly and BACKDROPS SNIPER OVER THE ROPES! SNIPER SHAPES HIS BODY IN MID AIR INTO A MASSIVE TOPE CON HILO ONTO STORMCROW ON THE OUTSIDE! NOW DANNY IS FEELING IT! DANNY RAY HITS THE FAR ROPES, TURNS, HEADS FOR NEAR ROPES AT FULL TILT AND WIPES OUT BOTH HIS OPPONENTS WITH A TOPE SUICIDA!
Crowd: HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT!
Hawke: StormCrow got the worst of that.
King: I’ve been at the bottom of some heaps of bodies in my time and that looked more painful than any of them.
Hawke: I’m not going to ask…
Danny Ray looks down at Sniper, then at StormCrow. Neither is moving much. Danny grabs Sniper by the waist, lifts him up and bull rushes him back first into the ring post. Sniper drops, limply. The Family man turns his attention to StormCrow and grabs him by the dreads to haul him up and throws him into the ring roughly. Crow blearily gets to one knee as Danny gives himself enough room for a running start… DANNY RAY CHARGES IN AND KNEES THE KNEELING STORMCROW RIGHT IN THE FACE! DANNY’S TIGHTS ARE SMEARED IN CROW’S BLOOD! CROW JUST COLLAPSES! Danny covers..
Hawke: He calls that A FATHER'S REDEMPTION!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
Bonnie Jenkins: The winner of this match and NEW AWF United States Champion, “The Family Man”, DAAAAAAAAAAAANY RAAAAAAAAAAAAY!
Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Hawke: The crowd seem not to like that result.
King: The crowd don’t matter. What matters is that Danny Ray is US Champion.
Bonnie Jenkins: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is for the XHF Global Tag Team championship! Featuring first the challengers...the Convicted!
The lights go out as "Convict" by Bilal plays as two bright spotlights shine down on the entrance. A group of Prison guards walks out as "The Convicted" gets lead out surrounded by even more armed Prison guards. They slowly walk the two men down to the ring as the fans cheer the two men. Chronic smiles at the fans as he passes them. Homie tries to wave but the Prison guards start to get closer pushing him towards the ring. When they reach the ring The Prison guards stand there as "The Convicted" enter the ring and prepare for their match.
King: Didn’t I hear that these two were back in prison for something?
Hawke: Just for a brief time. It doesn’t count.
King: Oh? Being in prison doesn’t count?
Hawke: It’s not like they killed anyone.
Bonnie Jenkins: And their opponents...the XHF Global Tag Team Champions...the Cure!
The arena goes dark. For a few moments, the sound of only the song beginning with nothing else.
Knock. Knock. Knock. Knock.
The knocking goes on for a few moments. Until the sudden sound of a harsh electronic melody plays. The first riff goes on, and on cue- a spotlight shines down- on Drago Santiago. He has his arms stretched out, seemingly engulfing the light. Then another riff, another light shining down Dreadvan beside him- standing still as both men began to look towards the ring. The third riff goes off, and Vincent Draven appears. Also behind Drago as the mini-trons flicker with static until it shows two words;
The Cure.
Don't fret precious I'm here
Step away from the window
And go..
Back to sleeeeep..
Step away from the window
And go..
Back to sleeeeep..
The three begin making their way to the ring with a slow pace as the spotlights follow them.
Safe from pain
And truth
And
choice
The other poison devils?
See, they don't give a fuck about you
Like I do
And truth
And
choice
The other poison devils?
See, they don't give a fuck about you
Like I do
As the three climb in. They climb up the turnbuckles and raise their arms. Soaking up the energy of the night with arrogance and vicious intentions.
Counting bodies like sheep
Counting bodies like sheep
Counting bodies like sheep to the rhythm of the war drums
Counting bodies like sheep
Counting bodies like sheep
Counting bodies like sheep to the rhythm of the war drums
Counting bodies like sheep
The trip climb down from their positions. The lights began to turn back on as the three go to their respective positions. Getting themselves ready for the upcoming match.
King: These guys are true champions. Defending their titles at every opportunity.
Hawke: They defended the title what once? And isn’t Drago the only member of the team who actually won the title? Vincent Draven and Dreadvan, the people in this match, haven’t really earned the title. It was Drago and Maverick. Maverick left the team and AWF, turning up later at MCCW!
King: Details. Details. The Cure will have earned the title tonight once they have defeated the Convicted.
Hawke: I’ll believe it when I see it. This is going to be a closely contested match I think.
XHF Tag Team Championship Match
The Cure © vs The Convicted
The Cure © vs The Convicted
Dreadvan begins the match on his side while Homie stays in the ring on the other. They meet in the center of the ring as the bell sounds to start the match. Homie punches Dreadvan, but it has no effect. Homie punches him again and again, no effect. Dreadvan punches Homie, putting his weight behind the punch. Homie is staggered. A second punch would have floored him, but Dreadvan grabs him by the shoulder to keep him upright. He hits a few body blows while holding Homie by the shoulder before tossing him into the ropes. He hits a big boot on the rebound, sending Homie to the mat. Homie jumps to his feet, ducking under another punch from Dreadvan. Homie hits a few body blows. He backs up to the ropes and hits another body blow on the rebound, rocking Dreadvan.
Hawke: What will it take to bring the big demon down?
King: LAW Rocket?
Hawke: That might do it.
Homie backs up, tagging in Eric. They each grab an arm on Dreadvan, whipping him into the ropes. On the rebound, they bring him down to the mat with a double clothesline! Homie exits the ring while Eric commences to stomp the crap out of Dreadvan. Eric goes to the ropes and comes back as Dreadvan sits up to hit a spear to the throat to send Dreadvan back down to the mat! Eric jumps up to his feet, rushes across the ring and knocks Draven down with a shoulder charge. He comes back as Dreadvan again starts to sit up and kicks him upside the head to send him back to the mat yet again. Draven jumps into the ring to attack Eric, but the ref gets inbetween them to send Draven back to the corner. Eric watches as Dreadvan gets up and attempts to quickly lift him for a bodyslam. Dreadvan elbows him in the back to break the hold. He tosses Eric into the ropes, catching him on the rebound, and powerslams him in the middle of the ring! Dreadvan gets up and tags in Vincent Draven. Draven gets Eric up, whips him to Dreadvan, who catches him up in a bear hug. Draven jumps at the ropes, springing off of them to bring Eric down with an inverted bulldog! Dreadvan makes his way out of the ring while Draven leaps on Eric to begin wailing on him with mounted punches.
Hawke: Eric is getting battered around in there.
King: Better battered than plain.
Draven waits for Dreadvan to get up and goes for a low superkick. Eric catches the foot and pulls Draven in for a variation on the short arm clothesline. Draven pops back to his feet, but Eric connects with an elbow to send him back down to the mat. He mounts Draven, smashing him with lefts and rights before getting up and tagging in Homie. Homie runs into the ring, hitting Draven with a few lefts and rights before slipping around behind him to apply a waistlock. He hammers home a German suplex, rolls back to his feet to hit another, and then another! He bridges up on the last suplex for the cover!
One
Two
Thr-Draven kicks out!
Homie stands up, pulling Draven up, and hitting a European uppercut before bringing him down with a ddt! Drago slaps the mat at ringside to try to encourage Draven to get up. He does rise to his feet, but finds Homie there waiting for him. He hits Draven with a few kidney punches and then applies a sleeper hold. He shakes Draven from side to side to help him keep the move set while backing up to the corner.
Hawke: The Convicted seem to be making a comeback here!
King: Always a comeback, but can they keep up the offensive to win the titles?
Hawke: I don’t see why not.
Dreadvan lumbers into the ring, breaking the hold with a double axe handle. Eric runs into the ring, busts Dreadvan upside the head a few times before lifting him up and body slamming him to the mat!
Hawke: Holy cow! Eric got Dreadvan up!
King: He is kind of a muscle bound monster!
Hawke: The ref needs to take control of this match.
Draven elbows his way out of the sleeper hold, runs toward the ropes, and is clotheslined by Eric. Homie stomps the downed Dreadvan. The ref looks around in the hopes of trying to get control of the match. He yells at Eric to leave the ring and Dreadvan rolls out of the ring while being kicked by Homie. Eric leaves the ring while Homie pulls Draven up into a suplex position, dropping him down with a brain buster! He hooks a leg, going for the cover!
One
Two
Thr-Draven kicks out!
Homie gets up, pulling Draven up. He goes for a gutwrench power bomb, but Draven hits a modified backdrop instead. Before Homie can get to his feet, Draven hits an axe kick. He tags in Dreadvan, who charges into the ring. He grabs up Homie into a bodyslam position and rushes into the corner to squish Homie. Dreadvan backs up and runs Homie into the corner again. He turns back toward the middle of the ring and hits a power slam, remaining on Homie for the cover!
One
Two
Thre-Homie gets a shoulder up!
Dreadvan pulls Homie up to his feet and hurls him into the corner where Eric is standing. Dreadvan claps his hands with a smile, motioning that Eric should tag himself in.
Hawke: Awful confident of Dreadvan to want Eric.
King: He’s a big man. He wants a big opponent.
Homie raises a hand weakly and Eric tags himself in. Eric hops into the ring and begins exchanging blows with Dreadvan with Dreadvan taking the advantage. He whips Eric into the ropes, but Eric comes back with a superman punch that staggers the big man! Eric goes back to the ropes and comes back with a spear, but it doesn’t bring Dreadvan down. Eric instead lifts Dreadvan up and hits a spinebuster!
King: Jesus! I don’t know if the ring can take another blast like that!
Hawke: That was a heck of an impact in the center of the ring.
Eric goes for the cover!
One
Two
Thre- Draven breaks the cover!
Homie jumps into the ring, running Draven down with an elbow upside the head. Eric stands up, helping Homie pick Draven up off of the mat. They get ready to throw him out of the ring when Drago jumps up onto the ring apron. The distraction is enough for Draven to break free from the Convicted. He superkicks Homie in the jaw and then superkicks Eric in the gut, following that up with a shining wizard! It’s about this time that Dreadvan gets up. Homie rolls out of the ring, Drago jumps down to the floor, and Draven exits the ring. Dreadvan stomps Eric on the chest before plopping down into a seated position on Eric’s chest, knocking the air out of his lungs! The ref goes to count the pinfall.
One
Two
Thr-Eric gets a foot on the ropes!
Eric kicks his feet as he tries to escape from underneath Dreadvan, the ref yelling at him to get off. When Dreadvan stands up, Eric breathes in deep gasps of air to try to regain his breath. Dreadvan picks Eric up and hits the powerbomp! The crowd goes silent in awe at seeing a man over five hundred pounds do a flipping power bomb. Dreadvan goes for the cover.
One
Two
Thre-Eric kicks out!
Dreadvan stands up, glaring at the referee who is sure to hold up two fingers.
Hawke: That was an amazing feat by someone so big!
King: He can do it. Why do you think that Drago recruited him?
Dreadvan pulls Eric up and hurls him at the ropes. He tags in Draven, who jumps into the ring as Dreadvan catches Eric in a bear hug. Dreadvan tosses Eric backwards to Draven, who hits a release German suplex! Draven goes to the ropes while Eric is down. When Eric doesn’t get up on the rebound, Draven hops over him to build some speed to bounce off the other side. On the rebound as Eric rises, Draven hits a rebound lariat that brings Eric back down to the mat. Vincent Draven gets his face down near Eric Chronister’s with a leering grin.
Draven: Maybe I should snack on you tonight.
Chronister: Snack on this.
Eric applies a mandible claw, pulling Draven down into a headbutt! He rolls so that he’s on top of Draven, using Draven’s lower jaw as a handle to smash the back of his head against the mat. Dreadvan steps into the ring to break the hold, but Eric releases in advance and rolls away. Dreadvan helps Draven up, who spits out blood with a harsh laugh. Eric holds a bloody hand up to his chest with a growl as it drips blood onto the mat. The ref yells at Freadvan to leave the ring and works on getting him out as Dreadvan resists. Draven crosses the ring, hitting a running knee strike. He grabs Eric by the shoulders, presses his head to the side, and goes for a bite! He doesn’t land is as Homie spears him nearly out of his boots! The ref gets Dreadvan out of the ring and then turns to get Homie out of the ring. Eric gets Draven up into a torture rack position and hits a flaming hammer! He goes for the pinfall!
One
Two
Thr-Draven kicks out!
Hawke: What a Chronic Concussion!
King: It certainly looked devastating. They just need to get Dreadvan back into the ring.
Eric pulls Draven up, whips him into the corner, and follows. He climbs to the top rope and brings Draven down with a top rope bulldog! He goes for the cover!
One
Dreadvan enters the ring to break the pinfall, but Homie connects with a drop kick.
Two- Dreadvan catches him and uses Homie to break the pinfall!
Dreadvan lumbers out of the ring as Homie rolls out. Eric gets to his feet, being met by Draven. They exchange punches back and forth until Draven takes the advantage. He hits a poison rana and springs back up to leap at the corner to tag in Dreadvan. Dreadvan enters the ring with a smile, cracking his knuckles as he walks to the downed Eric Chronister.
Dreadvan: Fee, fi, foe, fumb. I think you’re going get crushed by my bum.
Hawke: Not again?
King: Looks like it’s going to happen again.
Hawke: What’s he really getting ready to do?
King: Moonsault!
Dreadvan goes for a standing moonsault, but Eric rolls out of the way for Dreadvan to land on nothing! Eric goes to the top rope as Dreadvan starts to get up and hits a tomahawk off of the top rope! Eric goes for the cover!
One
Two
Draven runs into the ring, but is speared by Homie.
Three!
Bonnie Jenkins: Winners of the match and NEW XHF Global Tag Team Champions...the Convicted!
Eric Chronister and Aaron Ortiz stand in the ring with the titles held high as the members of the Cure make their way to the back.
"Timebomb" by Beck blasts into the arena and all the lights change to a cool shade of neon blue. Seth Dillinger struts out to the top of the ramp wearing sunglasses, jeans, and a button-down shirt with the top two buttons undone, showing off just a bit of his pecs. After the countdown timer hits zero, Seth starts to stroll down to the ring, smirking at the crowd and soaking up their applause. When he reaches the bottom of the ramp, he rolls into the ring under the bottom rope, then paces around to each side of the ring, smiling at the crowd.
Bonnie Jenkins: The following is a gruuuuuuuudge match! Introducing first........Seth Dillinger!
King: Hey! It's Seth Dillinger!
Hawke: Probably the best from the AWF puke group.
THE CROWD EXPLODE WITH EXCITEMENT AND JIZZ!
Dylan Viper waits a while... Letting the crowd soak it all in...
Dylan Viper slowly strolls out as the fans grow even more wild. He reaches out to a few of them and touches hands, it's almost like they're reaching to touch their God. He doesn't smirk at all, for he, like Big Drag, is one edgy son of a gun. He slowly walks down the ramp, taking his time, making Jefe, the fans, and Brad Swann wait. Eventually he reaches the ringside area, and walks around the ring a few times before pulling himself through the ropes and over to Jefe, who he stares down with utter despair.
Bonnie Jenkins: And his opponent Dylan Bllla- wait, sorry, Dylan Viiiiiiiiiiper!
King: And his opponent appears to be Dylan Black! ...or is it Viper?
Hawke: That family is just so weird if it was more inbred, it'd get moldy a week outside the fridge.
Grudge Match
Dylan Black vs. Seth Dillinger
Dylan Black vs. Seth Dillinger
Dylan Black and Seth Dillinger stand opposite one another as the bell rings. The two quickly circle one another quickly as they approach one another with a collar to elbow lockup. Seth goes for an arm-wrench, but is forced to divert last second as Dylan uses brute strength to push Seth back to the ropes. Seth finds himself unable to resist as Dylan pushes him back against the ropes. At the ropes, Dylan pushes Seth back with one arm and BACK CHOPS HIM WITH HIS OTHER HAND! The crowd goes "WOOO!" Seth jerks forward, giving Dylan opportunity to push Dylan back against the ropes for a second blow. SLAP! "WOOO!" The crowd's really into it! At this point, Seth's chest is really beginning to glow red. Dylan sets him against the ropes for a third time. He goes for a slap, but this time, Seth catches Dylan by the arm. He uses the arm to push back by the elbow and uses his leg to whip Dylan at the back of the knees. Dylan goes down! Seth runs to the ropes and springboards off it for a moonsault, but Dylan lifts his legs up! Seth crashes and burns! He rolls off and begins grasping at his stomach, as Dylan gets back up. He gives a sly grin.
Hawke: Boy, that Dylan! Where are his parents!?
King: Not sure where his mother is, but I'm sure his dad is getting a boyfriend.
Hawke: JERRY! You can't just say things like that!
Dylan stands above Seth. He waits for his opponent. As Seth begins to climb up to his knees, he lifts up his leg. Everyone knows what he's planning on doing.
King: NO! THE BLACKOUT MENACE! IT'S WAY TOO EARLY TO USE A MOVE LIKE THIS!
Hawke: Why do you always think matches have to be a certain length before it can be finished? But yeah. Dylan's pretty bold for trying it so soon.
Dylan jumps up, but Seth moves his head out of the way! He rolls back to his face and appears right behind Dylan. He lifts him up from behind with a German Suplex! BAM! Dylan goes down. As he rolls over to his back, Seth runs to the nearest turnbuckle. He jumps to the middle then top rope and then back flips. Dylan get his feet up again! ...Seth lands on his feet a good approximate five feet away from him! That wasn't his plan at all. Dylan notices that Seth hasn't landed on him at all. He lifts the front half of his body up and WHAM! Seth whips at him with the shins of his legs. Dylan falls back to the ground. That's when Seth moves like lightning. He runs to the ropes than moonsaults onto Dylan - this time hitting him with all his body. Dylan's feeling this. Seth is in for the pin and the XHF referee slides in for the pin count:
...One!
...Two!
...Kickout!
Hawke: The tables have turned and now Seth Dillinger is in the driver seat.
King: But we've got plenty of more in store!
Seth kips up to his feet right in style. His fans are beginning to hear. There's even an undertone cheer of "L! G! B! T! K! O!" Seth starts to smile. He has the crowd on his side. He has the fire burning in his belly, an itch to get this match done with and his opponent on the ground. He turns and- wait. His opponent was on the ground. Dylan ALSO kips up to his feet! He looks at Seth and just like that, nearly all of Seth's fire is snuffed out. The crowd gasps.
King: What the heck was that!?
Hawke: He spent over a year being a Viper and lived in the same house as him. I don't think it's THAT shocking that he was able to fight through all that and find his way to his feet.
The two stare a hole through each other for a five second period that felt like an eternity for each other. Then all of a second, we got down to it once more! Seth runs to Dylan, but gets taken down with a hip toss. Seth immediately gets back up, but grasps onto his back. He turns around and finds Dylan going after him but at the last moment, taking him down with a flapjack. Dylan rolls out of the ring. Seth takes a moment on the ground, trying to catch his breath and recover from the surge of adrenaline. After a moment, he begins to climb to his feet. He turns around and finds Dylan on top of the top rope. The crazy son of a bitch isn't giving himself a moment to rest. He used that time Seth used to recover to bring himself to these high risk situations. Seth immediately forces himself to his feet. Dylan jumps off. Missile dropkick! ...Seth matches that move with a dropkick of his own! Both men are on the ground! At that moment, nearly every man, woman and child got their ass out of their char for a round of applause!
King: WHAT JUST HAPPENED!? THAT JUST HAPPENED!
Hawke: Oooh. I may hate Seth, part of the AWF. And I may hate that Dylan is heavily associated with that disgusted Viper family, but I have to say. This is great wrestling.
Both Dylan and Seth are both on the floor. They're both on their sides. They're both staring at one another. They're both exhausted. Dylan moves forward. He keeps pushing himself. He forces his way to his feet and as if Seth's stomach was a football, he moves in for a punt. Seth sees this and forces himself to throw himself to the other side of his body, narrowly dodging the kick. Dylan grows red with anger. He turns around and goes for another punt, but Seth again finds himself against the corner. But he can't escape for a third time as Dylan lands that kick beautifully. Seth's stomach turns inside out as he's sent nearly halfway across the ring. He finds himself on his stomach. He doesn't realize until he's on his knees, but he's in perfect position for Dylan's Blackout Menace finisher! He shoots his body straight up to avoid it and with perfect timing, as he actually catches it! Dylan's eyes widen as he notices Seth blocked his finisher for a second time! His eyes fire up like he's actually offended that Seth had the audacity to do this. Dylan jumps up and smacks Seth at the side of the face with his other foot! Both go down! Dylan goes for the pin over Seth:
...One!
...Two!
...Th-Kickout!
King: Seth is barely hanging on! How is he going to take down Dylan?
Hawke: That Dylan fellow really is driven by anger. This is how he's able to sustain this level of intensity for this long.
Dylan's not satisfied with a two count. He's not satisfied by a two and a half count. Hell, he's not even sure if he'd be satisfied by a three count. He takes the unorthodox route. He simply mounts Seth and begins throwing lefts and rights. Seth knows that he's taking such an aggressive route. He doesn't really have much to do. All he does is begin to put himself into the fetal position. His limbs can take the abuse, but he's going to protect his face and everywhere else that can cause substantial damage. Dylan's fists are proving to having quite the impact as before the crowd's very eyes, Seth is beginning to be covered with welts. His body is turning black and blue. Seth is meanwhile trying to find a way to escape this situation. He's using his leg muscles to try to push his way out of the situation, out of the ring. Dylan sees this and puts this to an end. He grabs his legs and drags him to the corner. He then falls down, propelling Seth up and leaping to the turnbuckle. He catches every bit of that! He falls down. Dylan is still red and full of rage. He climbs the turnbuckle. He looks down. The crowd knows what's coming.
King: Uncalculated Risk! His corkscrew moonsault legdrop finisher!
Dylan is ready. He goes in for the kill. UNCALCULATED RISK! ...Seth rolls out of the way. He feels the air move out of the way to make way for Dylan. That's how close that dodge was!
King: He took a big risk!
Hawke: Had he hit it, he might have won.
Seth forces himself up to his feet. He grabs Dylan and begins to bring him up to his feet. Dylan sends out a tired punch to Seth's stomach, doubling over. But Seth shoots forward with a knee. Dylan's now doubled over too. Seth reaches down to grab Dylan for a scoop slam, but Dylan checks him with his hip. He then runs back to the ropes. As he approaches Seth, the former two-time X*Crown Champion takes him down with a drop toe hold. Dylan falls down onto the middle rope. Seth looks over to the crowd. He rushes toward the ropes and hits Dylan with his 619 signature move known as 215! With the support of all the fans, he jumps up to the top rope. He goes for his finisher 450 splash known as Acid Rain......It hits! He goes for the pin count:
...One!
...Two!
...THREE!
The bell rings.
Bonnie Jenkins: Here is your winner of the match - Seth Dillinger!
King: Seth Dillinger wins! After over sixteen hours of abuse, he was able to walk out with his head held high!
Hawke: What a great match by both competitors. But we still got plenty of more End of Days for the rest of you. Don't touch that remote!
Bonnie Jenkins: The following is a Cage Match for the AWF Prestige Championship! In this match, the champion and the challenger will be locked inside a cage. They can only win by pinfall, submission, or by escaping the cage!
King: It’s time for the cage match!
Hawke: A pinfall, submission, or escape will decide the AWF Prestige Championship. Will Hyperion defend, or will the challenger take the title?
The camera pans out over the crowd as the lights go out. Screams and applause break out all around the Emirates Stadium, in London, England. After moments of complete darkness, lights appear from the large screen at the ring’s entrance, right around the same time that the clacking of a playstation controller booms from over the stadium’s speakers.
Boy 1: I-I… It’s almost over!"
Two young boys yells in excitement at the television as the boy on the left quickly rushes through the final battle of Final Fantasy 7. His team of Cloud, Tifa, and Barret face off against a tall, silver haired figure, wearing a halo, that is elevated by his wings. Despite this boss’ attacks landing and doing huge amounts of damage, the boy charges forward - spending every item, every ounce of MP, and every limit break he can manage to keep his team afloat.
After thirty seconds of game play, emptying every single resource or tool available to him, the background begins to fade to black, the boy wipes sweat from his forehead before declaring, “I won!”, only to shake at the sight of stars, planets, galaxies, and a mysterious white force plunging through them. Quickly, the boy looks through his inventory and his skills to see… everything’s empty. He spent everything he had. Breaking the stunned silence, the second child speaks.
Boy 2: ...I don’t think that was his final form.
That mysterious force makes impact with Pluto, Neptune, Uranus, Saturn, Jupiter and Mars, leaving nothing but rubble in its aftermath. The moment it reaches Earth the scene ends, and that screen at the stage entrance goes white, as do all of the screens in the stadium. White lights begin to strobe and flutter around the arena, revealing two lines of performs at each side of the ramp, equipped with violins, violas, and electric guitars. Their instruments begin to play. Rising from the screen at the ring entrance is the dark silhouette of a man, and as he climbs to his feet, a long, black, feathered wing appears on his silhouette, as well as an absolutely massive sword.
With his arrival, the band plays "Advent: One-Winged Angel" by Nobuo Uematsu from the Final Fantasy VII movie, Advent Children. The light of the screen dies, and red lighting blasting across the stadium reveals Santiago standing at the stage entrance.
King: The #1 contender is in the building!
Hawke: Drago has his work cut out for him tonight, but if there’s anyone up to the challenge, it’s him.
Per rising, Drago focuses on that steel structure he’s going to step into simply to appreciate the enormity of it all, and to breathe it all in. The heavily tattooed man is stoic in passing every musician down the ring ramp, before approaching the ring, cracking his knuckles, and stepping in.
Bonnie Jenkins: Introducing first, the challenger. Hailing from Kalamazoo, Michigan and fighting out of Detroit, Michigan, standing at 5 foot and 10 inches, weighing in tonight at 210 pounds. He is one of the current XHF Tag Team Champions, representing The Cure. He is The Surgeon of Death, The Demon, The Finger Breaker, The Final Boss........ He is the OOOOOOOOONE WINGED ANGEL, DRAAAAAAAAAAAAGO SANTIAAAAAAAAAAAAGO!!
Hawke: Drago got all the way through the Fired Up finals and came up just short. What does he have to do tonight to reverse that fate?
King: He’s got a few disadvantages going against this match with Hyperion: Hype’s bigger and stronger, but Drago's got the speed and technical advantages. Drago has to stay out in front of Hype and not get caught.
Bonnie Jenkins: And his opponent...
The opening chords of "Gently" by Slipknot begin to play, as the lights darken completely.
The crowd reacts to the haunting melody of Hyperion's entrance; the darkness blanketing everyone.
Bonnie Jenkins: From New York, New York, weighing in tonight at a towering 310 pounds, representing Legion, he is the AWF Prestige Champion, he is HYPPPPPPPPPPEEEEEEEERIIIIIIIIIIIIOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONNNNNNNNNN!
Hyperion appears from a distance, walking through the crowd, tall and fierce. A single golden spotlight shines on him as he makes his way to the ring until he climbs over the barrier and approaches the ring steps. The AWF Prestige Championship gleams in the spotlight, draped around his massive shoulder.
Hawke: The champion arrives, ready to do battle tonight.
King: Hyperion’s looking stronger than ever. That championship win at Fired Up really reinvigorated him.
He pauses at the side, looking into the crowd with a scowl on his face, before raising his fist over his head to shouting cheers from his audience. The crowd is surprisingly pro-Hyperion.
King: The crowd seems to have taken the side of the cult leader tonight. Does that factor into the match at all?
Hawke: I’m not sure Hype cares. Hype and the Legion are only about spreading their message, so while he might be happy about their message getting across the pond, when that bell rings, Hype is a tank set out to destroy his opponent. If he can avoid falling victim to Drago’s submission holds, he should walk out a winner.
Hyperion enters through the ring door and prepares for Drago, taking the opposite corner. The two men stare down, ready to put it all on the line for the greatest prize in the AWF. The bell rings, and the match is on.
AWF Prestige Championship
Steel Cage Match
Hyperion © vs. Drago
Steel Cage Match
Hyperion © vs. Drago
Drago immediately darts for the cage door and gets about half of his body outside of the ring when Hyperion grabs him by the waist and hauls him back into the ring.
Hawke: Drago utilizing that speed early!
King: Imagine the embarrassment if Hyperion lost that quickly, to Drago dropping out of the cage that fast!
Hawke: It’d only be the second most disappointing ending to a cage match I’ve seen this month, but this capacity crowd would hate that!
Hyperion places Drago back on his feet and holds him into place before unleashing a massive chop straight across his chest. The fans let out a “WOOOOO!” as Drago coughs. Drago tries to avoid Hyperion’s grasp again, but Hype responds with another chop before sending him into the far turnbuckle. Before Hyperion can charge over though, Drago uses the turnbuckles as stepstools and immediately begins to climb the cage wall! He scales up the wall with relative ease, but Hyperion grabs him and forces him onto the top rope. Hyperion grabs him and locks his arm around his throat, looking down at the ring.
Hawke: Could we see The High One from up high?
King: This could be huge!
Hyperion goes to lift Drago, but Drago uses one hand to hold onto the cage for dear life. He rakes Hyperion’s eyes and leaps off the top with his arm locked around Hyperion’s head, driving him into the mat with the K-Zoo Krash!
King: K-Zoo Krash! K-Zoo Krash!
Hawke: Drago just laid out the champion early! This one might be over before it even gets started!
The referee drops down for the cover and the count.
...ONE…
...TWO…
...Hyperion powers out!
Hyperion’s fans cheer as Drago’s pinfall comes up short. He gets back to his knees and nods, pondering trying for another escape out the cage door, but settling on pulling Hyperion’s hair as hard as he possibly can. He even puts a foot on Hyperion’s shoulder for added leverage. A few of the Mad Titan’s long locks are forcibly ripped from his scalp as the crowd boos loudly.
King: Drago with more than a handful of hair!
Hawke: He’s pulling out all of the stops tonight, and looks like he might pull out all of Hype’s long dark locks.
Drago holds up pieces of Hype’s hair as war prizes, kicking the big man while he’s still down. The crowd boos him as he flips over Hype and locks him into a small package.
...ONE...
...TWO…
Hype kicks out! Drago locks in a kneebar!
King: Fall of Eden! Fall of Eden!
Hawke: Drago continues to roll in the early goings!
King: It’s only the early goings if it doesn’t end the match, Hyperion could be done right here!
Hype immediately begins trying to hammer away at Drago to free himself from the painful submission, but Drago has the hold locked in tight. He looks over at the cage itself and pulls himself closer to the ropes, but even when he grabs the ropes, there is no ropebreak. Drago keeps the hold, knowing he can’t get the submission, but knowing he can do damage to Hyperion’s leg. Hype continues to suffer as he struggles to free himself. Drago wrenches up the pressure on Hype’s leg as Hype finally has an idea. He reaffirms his grasp on the ring rope and uses what’s left of the strength in his right leg to move Drago. Incredibly, Hype manages to get Drago to not only move a bit, but he manages to send Drago crashing into the cage! Drago has to release the hold as Hype uses his leg to crash Drago against the cage again!
Hawke: That’s one way to free yourself from a kneebar!
King: The pure power of Hyperion on display there! Wow!
Hyperion finally rises back to his feet as his followers cheer. He looks around, feeling good about himself. Or, at least, he would, but the harsh electronic melody of “Pet” by A Perfect Circle begins playing in the arena.
King: No! They can’t be out here!
Hawke: The cage keeps them out, don’t worry, Tommy! I’m sure they’re just here to get a better view!
The other three members of The Cure, fresh off their title defense earlier in the evening, begin making their way down to ringside. Vincent Draven and Rocco Rose appear to be talking strategy as Dreadvan walks slowly behind them. The three men make it down the ramp and stare at Hyperion, who puts his hands out, beckoning them to come in and fight. That’s when Drago jumps him with the Lean into the Gospel!
King: Lean into the Gospel out of nowhere!
Hawke: Hype’s gotta protect those fingers, or he could lose them fast!
Drago grabs at Hype’s fingers while he holds the flying armbar in midair. He begins to twist and pull, trying to snap one, two, or six of them, but Hype moves his arms with Drago, doing his best to loosen Drago’s pressure. He spots the cage and swats Drago away, causing Drago to slam into the cage hard.
King: The brutal impact of flesh meeting steel!
Hawke: The cage is Hype’s best friend tonight!
Hyperion’s luck only changes for a few moments as Vincent Draven and Rocco Rose enter the ring. Draven grabs Hype’s arm, and while Hype is successful for a few seconds in fighting the pair off, Rocco responds by nailing Hype with a superkick. Hype is woozy on his feet as Draven pulls Hype in closer and nails him his ripcord bicycle knee, The Draven’s Inferno! The crowd boos loudly!
King: This cage was supposed to keep them out, dammit!
Hawke: The Cure came armed and ready tonight with a gameplan that seems to be paying off big time!
Dreadvan, too wide to actually make it through the opening for the cage door, stands on the outside, keeping guard as The Cure look to take out the world champion. Drago makes it back to his feet and the crowd boo as he raises his arm in victory. He begins to head for the cage door as the other two men hold Hyperion down.
Hawke: We might have a new Prestige Champion! Drago is feet away from winning!
King: He doesn’t have to get a pinfall or submission when he can just leave! Hyperion is down, I don’t know if he can get back up in time!
Rocco and Draven try their damnedest to hold down Hyperion as Drago taunts him, but Hype begins to stir. He realizes that both of his arms are pinned down and forcibly pulls them in on each other, knocking Rocco and Draven’s heads together, sending them both down to the mat. Drago realizes that his plan is going south fast and moves a little faster towards the exit. And by a little faster, it should be clarified: a lot faster. Drago charges towards the opening and leaps out towards Dreadvan, but Hyperion catches him by the ankle, stopping him from leaving. Hyperion’s problem, though, is that Dreadvan has also caught Drago. Drago’s problem is that he can’t shake out of his boot, and is currently stuck between the two men. A tug of war immediately gets under way.
Hawke: Drago’s so close, he can taste it!
King: Dreadvan and Hyperion are going to pull him apart over the AWF Prestige Championship! Something’s got to give, and Drago has to be hoping it’s not his spine!
Dreadvan pulls with all of the force he can muster, but Hyperion isn’t about to lose his championship without giving it everything he has. In a Herculean effort, he pulls Drago back closer to him, grabbing his other foot to finish dragging him back in, and then quickly shuts the door in Drago’s face for added impact. The crowd cheers! Hyperion turns around and realizes that he’s still trapped in a three-on-one with Draven, Drago, and Rocco with Dreadvan on the outside as they quickly take a hold of him and begin to wail away with lefts and rights. The crowd boos again as The Cure takes advantage. Suddenly, the opening chords of “Legion” begin to play. Hyperion’s followers cheer as the rest of the Legion, Natasha, Stormcrow, and Kuroi all arrive. Natasha is leading the charge, running down to the ring with, of all things, a sword. Dreadvan takes one look at this and decides to nope the hell out of the arena, impressively scaling the barricade. Natasha chases him into the night with the sword, and Dread gets out of dodge, doing anything in his power to not get sliced up.
Hawke: That’s one hell of a neutralizer! Legion is here!
King: Natasha just chased Dreadvan out of the arena! She really is crazy, Joey! It’s a 3-on-3 now, and I’m not sure if I like the Cure’s chances!
Drago decides that he’s not in the mood to stick around and see what happens, immediately bolting for the cage door and trying to get it open. When he finally does open it, he is greeted by a steel chair from Storm Crow that barely misses his skull. Drago steps back and shakes his head no, before beginning to climb up the cage wall as fast as he possibly can. He actually manages to get up to the top, but when he looks down, Kuroi waves up at him, also armed with a chair that he’s more than ready and willing to use.
Hawke: Nowhere to go, nowhere to run for Drago!
King: Legion can be anywhere and everywhere, and tonight, they’re in their leader’s corner!
Drago stands on top of the cage and teases jumping down onto Hyperion. The crowd begins to boo loudly as they realize he has no plans of doing so, as instead he watches Rocco and Draven, who have both gotten back to their feet. Their problem is that Hyperion is also back to his feet, and he’s pissed. Rocco Rose charges into Hyperion, only to get absolutely clobbered with the First Principle!
King: First Principle to Rocco!
Hawke: They couldn’t keep Hype down long enough for the victory, and now it’s coming back to bite them!
Vincent Draven tries to grab Hyperion’s arm again, but Hype spins around and grabs him with by the throat, holding him up high before absolutely planting with The High One!
King: Goodnight Draven!
Hype grabs both members of The Cure and has Kuroi open the door for him. He dumps both of them to the outside.
Hawke: Hype has evened the odds!
Hype shuts the door behind him, locking Drago in with him. The crowd roars.
Hawke: Two men entered, and only one man will leave with the AWF Prestige Championship!
King: Drago has the high ground, but I’m not sure how much good that will do him now!
Hyperion points up to the top of the cage, eyeing the contender. Drago responds by fiercely shaking his head no. He looks down to the outside, strongly considering how badly he might be injured if he just straight up jumped onto Storm Crow or Kuroi. He realizes he’s running out of time as Hyperion begins to climb the cage and go after him. He shakes his head no even faster, before realizing his opportunity. He waits patiently for Hype to climb. Hype attempts to grab Drago’s leg, and --
King: FINGERBREAKER! FINGERBREAKER!
Hawke: Drago baited Hype there! Drago baited Hype!
King: Hyperion’s either going to have to tap or plummet back down to the mat below! There’s no way he can get out of this one!
Hype screams out in pain as Drago finally manages to locate just one of his giant digits.
SNAP!
The sound of Hyperion’s finger being broken and his howl in pain echo throughout the arena. The crowd boos as The Mad Titan begins to lose his grasp. Drago picks a new finger and begins working on it as everyone around the ring begins to realize the severity of this hold.
Hawke: This could be it! Will we see a new Prestige Champion!
King: Hype can’t hold on with one hand and have his fingers broken! Something has to give here!
Realizing that their leader is in trouble, Storm Crow and Kuroi begin to book it up the side of the cage that Drago is standing on. They are too late to defend Hyperion’s second finger, but perhaps they can save their leader before his third is broken.
SNAP!
Storm Crow and Kuroi manage to make it up the cage. Drago doesn’t want to let go of his hold, but is left with no choice as the two begin to make their way toward him. Inside of the ring, the new AXW Undisputed Champion and Rocco Rose get back to their feet, taking note of Hype barely hanging on by his one good hand. They begin to climb up their side of the cage.
King: Hyperion and Drago are both in trouble here!
Hawke: I don’t know if the cage can take the weight of all six guys up there at once!
Hyperion fends off Vincent Draven, trying to kick and claw away from the two men. He realizes the only way to avoid the Cure’s grasp is to climb, which he does. Soon enough, he is stuck at the top with Drago to his left, and the other two members of the Cure right at his ankles. He is back to back with Drago, who is stuck between all three members of Legion at this point. The crowd begins to rise to their feet, knowing that something big is about to happen. Hyperion backs up to avoid The Cure, and manages to bump Drago with enough force to knock him off the cage! He quickly has to dive and barely manages to snag Drago’s hand, as while he would have liked for Drago to fall all the way, Drago would have fallen to the outside and won the championship!
Hawke: Drago falls- NO!
King: With a single hand, Hyperion catches Drago! Wow! The pure strength from Hyperion!
Looking back for support, Hyperion looks to Storm Crow and Kuroi, who grab him and begin to pull back towards the roof of the cage to hoist Drago back up top. Drago, meanwhile, has his legs dangling in mid-air, and is desperately trying to punch his way into being dropped onto the floor.
Hawke: If Hyperion drops Drago, it’s over!
King: What a match!
Draven interrupts the rescue effort as Hyperion finishes pulling Drago back to the top of the cage by kicking Storm Crow straight in the chest. Storm loses his balance but luckily falls forward, landing on the cage wall. Rocco Rose takes his moment and delivers a superkick to Kuroi!
King: Superkick from Rocco!
Hawke: No! Kuroi caught him!
Kuroi has Rocco’s boot high above the ring. The crowd pops as he pulls the foot down, and then lock his hand around Rocco’s throat. Draven looks to pull Storm Crow in for his finisher, but Storm also locks his hand around Draven’s throat!
King: Could we see a double chokeslam here?!
Hawke: Where are they going to go? They have no room up there!
King: There’s only one place to go at this point! Down!
Draven and Rocco fight for their lives, striking at their opponents, trying anything to get free. Drago manages to free them both by stepping on and over Hyperion to deliver a running knee to Storm Crow. Incredibly, the XHF European Champion maintains his balance, but his grip comes apart, and Kuroi turns his attention to Drago instead.
Hawke: If anyone falls, it’s all over for them!
King: This is intense! Who’s going to fall?
The five men battle back and forth, knowing they’re all in danger of losing their balance and falling into the ring or onto the floor at any time. The Cure manage to regain control, but the crowd comes alive as Hyperion makes it back to his feet. He wraps a hand around Drago’s neck!
King: High One! High One! This could be it!
Hawke: If Hyperion hits this, it’s all over!
Storm Crow follows suit, grabbing Draven by the throat as well! Kuroi makes it three with his hand clutching Rocco’s neck! The crowd goes crazy in anticipation!
King: No! This is crazy!
Hawke: These six have been battling at the top, and it all comes down to this!
Hyperion nods to the other two members of the Cure, and then the three men deliver a TRIPLE CHOKESLAM! All three members of The Cure crash to the mat below as the audience roars!
Hawke: TRIPLE CHOKESLAM!
King: Legion with a pure act of power! This crowd has become unglued!
Hyperion, Storm Crow, and Kuroi all come together at the top of the cage wall to celebrate. They make the sign of the Legion as the crowd chants “LEEEE-GION! LEEEE-GION!”
Hawke: What an impact!
King: This international crowd may have been converted to the cult tonight!
Hyperion shakes his head, knowing his work isn’t done yet. He begins to descend down the cage, heading back into the ring. It is clear that he wants the pinfall as he opts not to escape in the moment. He gingerly climbs, a result of how badly Drago has managed his fingers. He finally gets down to the mat and locates Drago, dragging him away from the ropes. He drops down and hooks the leg. The crowd counts along!
Hawke: The AWF Prestige Champion hooks the leg!
...ONE…
...TWO..
...THRE…
...DRAGO SOMEHOW GETS THE SHOULDER UP!
The Cure’s fans roar as Drago stays alive!
King: Holy crap! Drago got the shoulder up! Drago got the shoulder up!
Hawke: That’s how badly Drago wants the win! Hyperion chokeslammed him to hell, but Drago isn’t content to go quietly!
Hyperion makes it back to his feet and simply shakes his head, rubbing his eyes as the Cure fans cheer. He looks down at his opponent before setting his eyes on the cage door. He begins to move towards the door as the crowd’s excitement picks back up, knowing this could be it. Drago does not move!
Hawke: Hyperion’s looking to walk out of the cage! Drago is not moving!
King: The champion fought like hell and survived a malicious and vicious gameplan tonight, but can he walk out of the cage?
Hyperion looks over the downed bodies as he opens the door. Drago begins to stir, but it is too late. The Mad Titan walks down the steps and places both of his feet on the floor.
Hawke: Hyperion walks out of hell! Hyperion walks out of hell!
Bonnie Jenkins: Here is your winner, and STIIIIIIIIIIILLLLLLLLLLLL the AWF Prestige Champion, HYPPPPPPPPPPPPPPEEEEEEEERRRRRIOOOOOOOOOOON!
The cultist’s followers launch into cheers as Hyperion is handed his championship. Kuroi and Storm Crow soon join him to celebrate as Hype wipes the sweat out of his eyes.
King: An absolute war between two of the best AWF has to offer tonight, with Hyperion coming out on top!
Hawke: Drago gave it everything he had, but the deep power inside of Hyperion led him through to the end of this match!
The members of Legion begin making their way towards the back. Their fans cheer, and The Cure’s fans cheer. Draven and Rocco help Drago back to his feet, and the three men look on at the champion and his partners.
Hawke: Built like a tank, Hyperion powers through to the end, but I don’t think this is the last time we’ll see these two teams clash!
King: If these two teams are going to meet again, I can’t wait!
Bonnie Jenkins: This next match is scheduled for one fall and is the FINAL MATCH in the End of Days tournament! Featuring first…”God’s Gift to Women around the World” Jeremiah Vastrix!
“Down Low” by R. Kelly begins playing as Jeremiah Vastrix walks out from the back. He begins dancing to the music, pointing at some of the nearby women as he sings along to the music. They scream their cheers as Jeremiah walks down to the ring and rolls in.
King: This is it! The biggest pimp in the UOW universe is in the final match of the End of Days tournament. Can he go all the way?
Hawke: I thought Lulu Biggs was the biggest pimp of the UOW Universe?
King: Well, if you’re talking about pure physical size. I suppose. I was referencing size by pimpiness.
Hawke: Oh. I didn’t even know that was a word.
King: It is now.
Bonnie Jenkins: And his opponent...Death Trap!
The haunting vocal intro for "The Hard Sell" by Coheed and Cambria hits the speakers and the lights dim and blue and gold spotlights strobe around the arena. The XtremeTron lights up with a familiar theme as it reads, "Main Attraction ... Showing Once Again" A foot shatters the screen and we cut to images from DT's matches in MCCW against the likes of Nelly Angel, Weaselpop, and Eichi Yamaguchi. The first verse sets in as the screen shows DT landing on the floor of the arena and being handed the MCCW World title.
"I'm paranoid, and sick of this world's misconception of things I did. My language poured across this wrist in a metaphoric disaster."
DT slowly walks into a red spotlight on the stage with his head down hidden under a hoodie. It's black and has his custom interlocking DT logo with an italian flag and mariners compass on it on the back. He stands in the spotlight and slowly looks up showing off his signature bowler hat and sunglasses under the hood.
"My guess, I'm missing out the punchline, unless this hanging noose is fitted to be all mine. I stood by everything I loved, while you never understood me much..."
He flips the hood back and throws his hands up into a cross over his head before dropping them into his signature pose (the orton one, you know it.). The strobe blue and gold spotlights move faster around the arena as he soaks in the adoration of fans from two generations.
"Cuz there's only one ... of me. And too many of you, fighting over nothing. There's never enough cool for everyone and before you know it you're selling out to be in."
He unzips the hoodie and tosses it into the crowd and starts marching to the ring and high-fiving fans. He rolls into the ring and climbs the far corner and poses as gold pyro showers down from the overhead area. He leaps down and stretches on the ropes and waiting for the bell to ring.
King: Death Trap looks ready to win this whole thing.
Hawke: I thought you would be supporting Jeremiah?
King: I gotta go with my gut. My gut says the more serious wrestler will be taking control here. That’s Death Trap.
Hawke: Because wrestling is just a serious business.
King: You know it is.
End of Days Tournament Finals
Jeremiah Vaxtrix (UOW) vs Death Trap (MCCW)
Jeremiah Vaxtrix (UOW) vs Death Trap (MCCW)
As the bell rings to start the match, Jeremiah Vastrix and Death Trap begin circling one another while seeking out an opening by which to begin an attack. Death Trap reaches for Jeremiah, but he drops back out of reach. Jeremiah goes in for a punch, but Death Trap dodges. This process is repeated a few more times before Death Trap slips around behind Jeremiah for a waistlock. Jeremiah elbows him right away to get him to break the hold and twists behind Death Trap for his own waistlock. Before Death Trap can break this, Jeremiah sends him for a ride with a German suplex. Jeremiah and Death Trap both jump to their feet, Jeremiah hitting a spinning back elbow, and then grabbing Death Trap with a side headlock. Death Trap pushes Jeremiah away to the ropes. He goes for a backdrop on the rebound, but Jeremiah turns to grab him for another side headlock and hits a headlock driver! He quickly goes for the cover.
One
Tw-Death Trap kicks out!
Hawke: Jeremiah looking quick on his feet tonight.
King: He has to be to be able to compete with Death Trap.
Jeremiah gets up, grabs Death Trap as he rises, and whips him into the ropes. On the rebound, Jeremiah knees him in the gut to double him over. He hits a gutwrench suplex to throw him to the mat. When Death Trap starts to sit up, Jeremiah knees him in the face to send him back down to the mat. Jeremiah drops an elbow and goes for the pinfall!
One
Two
T-Death Trap kicks out!
Jeremiah pulls Death Trap up and goes for a suplex, but Death Trap reverses the move, and sends Jeremiah to the mat. Death Trap applies a rear chin lock, getting a knee into Jeremiah’s back to crank on the pressure.
King: I’m not shocked that Death Trap manages to reverse things back into his favor.
Hawke: He is an excellently skilled man. Jeremiah is too.
King: Jeremiah is like a level one in a dozen different styles. Death Trap is a master in one style.
Hawke: I suppose that’s accurate.
Death Trap releases the hold and drops an elbow onto the top of Jeremiah’s head. This proves to be a mistake as Death Trap pulls away with a look of pain as he clutches at his elbow.
Hawke: Looks like Death Trap has discovered the metallic part of Jeremiah’s skull.
King: Ouch!
Jeremiah jumps to his feet, going for a drop kick, but Death Trap moves out of the way. Death Trap recovers quickly, grabbing the rising Jeremiah, and hits a DDT! He cranks on a crossface on the downed Jeremiah, cranking back on the neck still. Jeremiah reaches the ropes with his foot to cause a break up of the hold. Death Trap gets up, decking the rising Jeremiah to stun him, and brings Jeremiah back to the mat with a belly to belly suplex. Death Trap continues his punishing ways with a few stomps until Jeremiah rolls out of the ring to catch his breath.
King: Death Trap running Jeremiah out of the ring!
Hawke: Looks like an attempt to gather himself up.
King: He’s not going to get it!
Death Trap rolls out of the ring, grabbing Jeremiah in a side headlock. He twists Jeremiah’s head for a moment before tossing him into the ring steps! There’s a blue flash of light and a loud popping sound as Jeremiah strikes the corner of the steps with his face! He rolls away from the steps, sparks flying from the right side of his face as the cybernetic eye is broken, still in the socket. Death Trap considers continuing his offensive, but rolls into the ring instead as the ref rolls out of the ring to see if Jeremiah can still continue the match. Jeremiah stands up, blue sparks popping from his right eye. He nods his head that he can continue the match and rolls back into the ring.
Hawke: Jeremiah continuing the match like a champion.
King: What was he going to do otherwise? Quit? I think Jeremiah is many things, but I don’t think that he’s a quitter.
Jeremiah takes a swing at Death Trap, but it goes wild with a miss. Death Trap grabs him and hits a cradle ddt before going for the pinfall.
One
Two
T-Jeremiah kicks out!
Death Trap rolls Jeremiah over, places a knee to the back of his neck and one to his back. He grabs Jeremiah by the head and begins cranking back on him.
King: Death Trap really working that neck before getting his Death Trap set in.
Hawke: A strange thing to name your finisher just totally after yourself. Don’t you think?
King: I think it’s rather brilliant. There’s no escape from the Death Trap.
The ref checks to see if Jeremiah will give up, but he refuses. The pain from the move is clear on Jeremiah’s face as he has not bothered to turn off his pain receptors to try to make for a better match. Death Trap places his hands on the mat beside Jeremiah, does a handstand, and then brings his knees back down to the back of Jeremiah’s neck and back! He stands up, pulling Jeremiah up to his feet, and applies a full nelson! The ref checks to see if Jeremiah will give up, but again he refuses. Death Trap doesn’t keep the full nelson on for long until he converts it into a full nelson slam. He steps back, waiting for Jeremiah to get back to his feet. He goes for a roundhouse kick, but Jeremiah ducks under it. He takes Death Trap down with a point blank spear! He mounts Death Trap, hammering him with lefts and rights. He jumps up to his feet, goes for a standing moonsault. Death Trap moves out of the way, but Jeremiah lands on his feet. He goes for another standing moonsault. Death Trap rolls out of the way again and again Jeremiah lands on his feet. Death Trap continues to roll away, but gets nailed with a running moonsault! Jeremiah goes for the pinfall!
One
Two
Th-Death Trap kicks out!
Jeremiah kneels up, looking down at Death Trap with his one working eye. It glimmers blue for a moment before it fades.
Hawke: Was Jeremiah tempted to laser beam Death Trap there?
King: He would have been disqualified right away for it and then sent to jail in this universe.
Hawke: Good he thought better of it then.
Jeremiah pulls Death Trap up and hurls him into the corner hard enough for him to fall into a seated position. Jeremiah takes a run at him, leaps, and Death Trap rolls out of the ring for Jeremiah to crotch himself in the corner! He falls onto his back and curls into a ball. Death Trap rolls into the ring, drags Jeremiah into the center of the ring, and applies a Lebell lock!
King: Death Trap with the Seattle Stretch! You know, I wonder if the UOW version of Seath Trap is dead? He was a Seattle native and may have been in town when the nuke struck.
Hawke: I hadn’t done any research on other wrestlers in the UOW dimension. I do fear the worst with both Seattle and Los Angeles being destroyed and critical food shortages. The UOW dimension isn’t a nice place to be right about now.
Jeremiah fights to break from from the Seattle Stretch, the occasional spark still flying from his broken eye. Finally, he gets his free hand up and gouges Death Trap in the eye to get him to release the move. Death Trap stands up, a hand over his left eye.
Hawke: Eye for an eye!
King: I don’t think that Death Trap has been blinded though. Well, not permanently anyway.
Jeremiah brings Death Trap down with a drop toe hold and applies a brain claw. The ref checks to see if Death trap will submit, but he refuses. The hold isn’t held for long as Death Trap grabs Jeremiah by the offending arm and does an Indian burn? Jeremiah releases the hold and jumps back with an expression of shocked pain.
King: Jeremiah wasn’t expecting that.
Hawke: An Indian burn doesn’t hurt that much? I bet it was surprise more than anything.
Jeremiah quickly recovers and goes for a superkick, but Death Trap ducks under the kick, pulls Jeremiah’s other leg to bring him down to one knee and hits a shining wizard! He goes for the pinfall!
One
Two
Thr-Jeremiah kicks out!
Death Trap pulls Jeremiah up and hits a cradle ddt! He goes for the pinfall again!
One
Two
Thre-Jeremiah gets a shoulder up!
Death Trap kneels up, gives the ref an offending glare, and pulls Jeremiah back up. He whips Jeremiah into the ropes, but Jeremiah goes for a clothesline on the rebound. When that misses, Jeremiah puts on the brakes, but Death Trap hits a back elbow to the back of Jeremiah’s neck and takes him down with a reverse neckbreaker!
King: I bet that was something of a rude awakening for Jeremiah!
Hawke: Oh boo…
Death Trap flips Jeremiah over and applies a camel clutch! Jeremiah goes slack right away. Death Trap releases the hold with a smile and rolls Jeremiah over for the pinfall!
One
Tw-Jeremiah kicks out!
Death Trap stands up, in shock that he had been tricked by Jeremiah.
King: Should have kept the move on until Jeremiah’s arm dropped three times.
Hawke: That would have made for a win, yeah.
Death Trap stomps at Jeremiah, but he rolls away, and to his feet. Death Trap moves in for a grab, but catches only a superkick to the side of the jaw! The kick does not send Death Trap to the mat and so Jeremiah applies a full nelson, quickly converting it into a bulldog, and going for the cover!
One
Two
Thre-Death Trap kicks out!
Jeremiah begins to pull Death Trap up, but gets pulled into a jawbreaker. Death Trap applies the Death Trap (dragon clutch)! It isn’t long before Jeremiah does tap out, having kept his pain receptors on the entire match.
Bonnie Jenkins: Winner via submission and winner of the End of Days briefcase...Death Trap!
Death Trap holds the briefcase high above his head with a smile.
King: Now if only Maverick wins the X*Crown match, Death Trap could see himself with a quick title shot at the biggest title in the land!
Hawke: This is true. He would be able to do that.
The giant greenhouse known only as the Vortex lowers from the ceiling. The custom made X*Crown Championship hangs above it, as the crowd sits electrically waiting for the final match of the night. Bonnie stands from her seat.
Bonnie Jenkins: The following contest is the main event of the evening, and is a Vortex match for the X*Crown Championship!
Evil green mist bellows out of the ring entrance as a woman screams and Psychotic Goth laughing maniacally as "Welcome To Your Death" by Annihilator plays and Vampira leads Psychotic Goth to ringside in chains while holding Psychotic Goth's homemade weapon. He ignores the ringsiders and stops at the ring for Vampira to unlock the chains and Psychotic Goth rubs his wrists hard as he climbs the ringsteps and enters the ring and stands in his corner. He slowly takes off his trenchcoat and jewelry before he lowers his head and raises his arms before throwing his head back revealing his pale handsome gothlike looks looking and snarling like a demonic maniac crazed and intimidating as he is given his homemade weapon and he caresses it before placing it in his corner for Vampira to hold until it's time for Psychotic Goth to use it.
Bonnie Jenkins: Entering the ring at this time, hailing from The Depths of Hell, SWAT's own Psychotic Goth!
King: This man could certainly give new AXW Undisputed Champion Vincent Draven a run for his money as the gothest man in XHF!
Hawke: Don't judge his looks for what talent he may have, King. For all we know, his in-ring abilities pale in comparison to Vlad Draven!
Be Legendary by Pop Evil starts playing over the sound system. The fans start to cheer in anticipation as purple lights swirl around the arena. When the lyrics come in, all of the house lights come up, illuminating the entire arena in a swathe of Purple and the spotlights converge on the entrance way as Bobby Barratt appears on the stage. The fans go crazy as he allows their cheers to wash over him for a second before heading down to the ring. He heads down to the ring with a plodding intensity that sees him walk past the fans, focused on the match ahead. Bobby hops to the apron and wipes his feet before springing over the top rope and taking in the adoration of the fans.
Bonnie Jenkins: Entering now, from Walshall, UK, former X*Crown Champion Bobby Barratt!
King: Bobby Barratt looks for redemption tonight as he sets out to claim the gold his newfound bestie Seth Dillenger stole from him at The Rumble!
Hawke: Any other day, I'd vote for that man. BUT HE BETRAYED US, AND RETURNED TO THAT GREASY SLIMEBAG ZIKO AND HIS COMPANY! CURSE YOU BOBBY, AND CURSE YOU AWF!
King: Dude, chill.
The intro to the Junkie XL Remix of Inception by Hanz Zimmer begins as the lights dim to near darkness, leaving very little light to shine around. Once the beat kicks in, the lights don a purple shade as we see Maverick stand upon the stage in his ring gear and a black jacket, opened and the hood over his head. He looks out to the crowd before making his way to the ring, he makes his way to ringside and climbs onto the ring apron and looks out to the crowd before raising his hand up high for a minute and lowering it, brushing his feet on the mat and leaping into the ring and then climbing up the ropes at the nearest corner to him. He looks out to the crowd and letting out a roar, stretching his arms out before taking off his jacket and preparing for his match.
Bonnie Jenkins: Now entering the ring, from Wexford, Ireland, the Iconic Prince, Maverick!
Hawke: Him? Didn't he retire? I thought Maverick was done with after AWF?
King: He's too eager to have the spotlight to retire. And far too young! He's only just legally allowed to drink in the US, and he's ready to take his shot at fame tonight and do what his Iconic cohorts Jack and Bobby did - win the X*Crown!
Hawke: Isn't he wanted for various crimes in the US?
King: The less we talk about it, the better.
The camera cuts to backstage, where an armed security personnel surround a door that reads simply, "42." The crowd erupts, and then the door flies completely off of its hinges, knocking out a security guy as Subject steps out of the frame, a trickle of blood flowing down his forehead.
King: The match hasn't even started and Subject's already busted open!
The camera follows behind Subject #42 as it passes through the curtain to the roars and the cheers of the screaming XHF crowd. Subject looks around, seemingly taking it all in. Then, it bangs on its chest as the capacity crowd joins in with the Freak’s trademark yell.
Subject #42: RAAAAAAAAAGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
It makes its way down to the ring, eyes focused on the massive structure in front of it. When it makes it to the entrance to the greenhouse, it bangs on the glass with its fist, already leaving a few dents. Never one to be willingly locked up, it takes a deep breath before stepping inside the Vortex. It looks up at its competitors, still in the ring. It slams the door of the glasshouse shut.
Bonnie Jenkins: The final entrant, from the moon sector of Area 51, he is the current reigning X*Crown champion, Subject #42!
Hawke: And just like that, all four combatants are now locked in the Vortex. A creation straight from the twisted mind from some random accountant in Mongo's office.
King: The Vortex is locked, the title strung up, and MAVERICK JUST SWUNG A BAT AT BOBBY! BOBBY'S KNOCKED OUT COLD AND THE BELL HASN'T EVEN RUNG!
X*Crown Championship
Vortex Match
Subject #42 (DW) © vs Psychotic Goth (SWAT) vs Bobby Barratt (AWF) vs Maverick (MCCW)
Vortex Match
Subject #42 (DW) © vs Psychotic Goth (SWAT) vs Bobby Barratt (AWF) vs Maverick (MCCW)
DING DING! DING DING!
Mav begins an early beat down on Bobby, knocking him down and out. Subject looks on momentarily, visibly confused, but is taken aback by the fierceness of Goth's attacks to him. He grabs the Freak's head and smashes him face-first into the turnbuckle. He leans Subject into the turnbuckle, and drives his forearm into 42's head. Again, and again, and again, opening wider the cut that Subject inflicted upon himself earlier.
Crowd: ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! FIVE! SIX! SEVEN! EIGHT! NINE! TE-
Subject grabs Psychotic and levels him with a headbutt that shakes the man to his core. He falls next to Bobby and Mav, who are going blow for blow with each other. Bobby sinks his weight back, and swings with the full force of his weight, shoulder, and drives his fist into the face of his ex-Icon, ex-retired (ex?)friend Maverick. Maverick flies back into the glass, making small cracks into it. Bobby sets up for an ICONKICK, but Mav rolls under him and Bobby puts his foot THROUGH THE GLASS WALL! It doesn't shatter, but his foot is stuck in the wall. Mav takes this opportunity to recompose himself, and set Bobby up for an ICONKICK of his own! IT CONNECTS!
King: ICONKICK! Mav giving Bobby a taste of his own medicine!
Hawke: Or did Mav steal a move out of Bobby's arsenal?
Mav quickly climbs the ropes, and whistles loudly. Subject turns around, and Mav leaps for a clothesline, while Goth connects with a chopblock to the knee. The champ goes down, and Mav and Goth share a quick nod before Goth grabs Mav and lifts him for an over-the-knee backbreaker! Mav rolls off, and Goth pulls off his black, studded leather belt. He then begins to whip Mav across his back, the studs ingraining into his body. Goth takes a moment to pause and shush the crowd, and swings it down full force. He misses his target though, and whips Mav right across the ass!
King: Birthday spankings for Mav!
Hawke: Oh yeah, his birthday was a week ago. I bet this would be the ultimate birthday present, to have to walk out tonight as X*Crown champion!
Mav howls in pain, and Psychotic Goth wipes the sweat from his eyes. He looks at Bobby, boot cut and lacerated from the kick through the glass earlier, and charges at him. Bobby springboards himself through the ropes, tackling Goth and laying the hurt into him. Mav gets up, and both he and Bobby lay boots into the SWAT representative!
Hawke: It's an old AWF mugging, Icons style!
King: But Goth's fighting free, Goth's knocked them outside!
Hawke: The brawl continues outside the ring- WATCH OUT!
The three turn at a loud "RAGH!" and ALL FOUR MEN GO THROUGH THE GREENHOUSE! GLASS FLIES, AND ALL FOUR LAND IN THE BARBED WIRE PITS BELOW!
Crowd: THIS IS XHF! clap clap clapclapclap THIS IS XHF! clap clap clapclapclap
King: This is XHF, indeed. Hardcore, blood and guts!
Hawke: The brutality is sickening! I love it! But Goth, he's laughing... he's pulling himself from the barbed wire and having a laugh!
While Subject, Bobby and Mav struggle to get free from the barbed wire pits outside, Goth just yanks himself free with a smile on his face. He laughs, and when Subject pulls his carcass out of the rubble, Goth pulls out his secret weapon for the match:
King: PUPPIES!
Goth tosses the basket of puppies to Subject.
With Subject distracted, Goth leaps to one of the climbing mechanisms and begins the trek up the 20-something foot greenhouse. Subject, realizing the bamboozling that's going on, hands the puppies off to some random kid front row and climbs after Goth. Goth climbs up on the scaffolding, and leaps to the title for the win, but then spits a fireball into Subject's face! HE DUCKS! SPEAR ONTO GOTH! NO, GOTH JUMPS OVER AND STOMPS SUBJECT INTO THE STEEL! But Mav, sneaky Mav pulled himself free and has a chair in hand! He smacks Goth across the head, painting the chair crimson red! Subject gets a smack across the back, and now Mav sits the chair under the title. He reaches up, but Goth cuts him down with a whippersnapper! Goth looks up at the title, but gets SPEARED OUT OF HIS BOOTS BY THE FREAK! Subject kicks him away, and then lifts him up, carrying him to the edge of the cage. Goth rakes his eye, and tries to hurricanrana off of the top of the cage. But Subject holds on, lifts him up onto his shoulders. Goth is grabbed by the throat, and Subject chokebombs him OFF OF THE VORTEX INTO THE BARBED WIRE BELOW!
Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!
King: Holy crap is right! Subject just sent Goth straight to hell!
Hawke: With Bonnie as our witness, Psychotic Goth has been broken in half!
With Goth indefinitely out of the picture, Subject turns to the task at hand; retrieving his manifestation of the X*Crown. The only thing standing in his way? Maverick. He takes the chair and throws it at Subject, and catches it and swings at Mav. Whatever he tried to do, it was a mega fail. Mav falls, covered in welts, cuts and blood. With the final obstacle out of the way, he turns to the title. The title is just low enough to be within reach for him to grab it, but as he reaches up the championship raises up, to hang almost double the height it did before. Far out of Subject's reach.
Hawke: What the hell? Is this some prank by a lousy fan?
King: No clue, but check who's behind Subject!
From seemingly nowhere, Maverick scales Subject! He's standing on Subject's shoulders, and the X*CROWN IS IN HIS HANDS! MAVERICK IS LITERALLY SECONDS AWAY FROM BECOMING THE CHAMPION, THE ICONIC PRINCE IS ABOUT TO BE CROWNED KING! He takes a second to gloat, as Subject tries to swat him away, and that's when the championship falls. But not into Maverick's hands, and not into Subject's hands...
King: BOBBY DID IT! IN THAT SPLIT SECOND MAV WENT TO BRAG ABOUT HIS ACCOMPLISHMENTS, BOBBY CAME UP RIGHT BEHIND HIM AND STOLE VICTORY OUT FROM HIS CLUTCHES!
Hawke: MAV IS FUMING! BUT HE JUST CRASHED INTO THE SCAFFOLDING, COURTESY OF AN ANGRY, RAGING SUBJECT!
Bonnie Jenkins: Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of this match and NEW X*Crown Champion, BOBBBBBBY BARRRRRATTTTT!
Bobby escapes down the side of the greenhouse, and a dart flies into Subject's neck, knocking him out. Mav crawls to the side of the greenhouse, staring daggers into Bobby who quite literally stole the X*Crown from his fingertips.
Hawke: AWF wins again. What a pity.
King: Stop being such a sourpuss, Bobby's a phenomenal athlete. He joins the ranks of Rat Bastard, Hardcore Harry, Jack Diamond and Seth Dillenger who are all two-time X*Crown Champions!
Hawke: Whatever, congrats to Bobby. It was a sneaky win, and he didn't even have to pin anyone for it. But that's all the time Mongo was able to buy out tonight. I'm Hawke, he's King, and thanks for joining us for the finale of End of Days. Have a good one folks!
We fade on one final shot. Goth, cackling in the barbed wire, bruised and bloody. Subject, deeply cut up and incapacitated. Maverick, livid at his loss and reaching out to the stage. A single tear falling from his eye. And Bobby, the X*Crown Champion once again.