..::The XHF Network Presents: Supremacy [LIVE]::..
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SUPREMACY
JANUARY 26TH, 2020
LIVE FROM THE MEMPHIS PYRAMID IN MEMPHIS, TENNESSEE
A large blast of pyro goes off and camera zoom and twirl around the Memphis Pyramid! The ringside area is decked out in a springy fashion, with a lake right by the entrance ramp! The cameras pan to the entrance ramp where King and Hawke are sat. King is surrounded by the latest Lego sets, and Hawke is decked out in fishing gear.
King: WELCOME EVERYONE TO SUPREMACY! We're live in my hometown of Memphis, Tennessee for the grandest show of the year!
Hawke: We have one of the most stacked cards in global show history tonight and there are lots of surprises in store for this show! I can't wait to get started! Let's get into this!
Bonnie Jenkins: The opening contest is scheduled for one fall! Featuring first the challenger...King Edmund the Fourth!
The National Anthem of Supremia begins playing as two men walk out from the back carrying a spool of red carpet between them. They lay the carpeting down as they walk toward the ring.
Hawke: What is this? This isn’t King Edmund the Fourth?
King: Can you expect the King to walk on mere walkway?
Hawke: Yes?
A pair of lovely girls in red gowns walk out now with baskets of rose petals that they sprinkle upon the red carpet.
Now King Edmund the Fourth walks out with a majestic red cape draped over his shoulders. He stands upon the entrance stage upon the rose petals on the red carpet with his hands outstretched into the air to receive the adulation of the crowd, but of course they are booing him. A moment later, Mutt walks out from the back to stand behind King Edmund the Fourth. Once he’s in place, the pair make their way down to the ring.
Mutt walks around King Edmund at ringside and opens the ropes for King Edmund to easily be able to enter. King Edmund enters the ring and raises his arms to the adoring crowd...that seems to hate him. Mutt enters the ring and helps remove the cape from King Edmund and places it carefully at the corner.
Hawke: You think that he’s going to be ready for Johnathan Mills?
King: A fellow King couldn’t not be ready for Johnathan Mills.
Hawke: He’s really royalty, you know.
King: I’m the King of Wrestling and Puppies!
Bonnie Jenkins: And his opponent…”Firestorm” Johnathan Mills!
“Storm” by Devin Townsend begins playing as Johnathan Mills walks out from the back. He begins pacing the entrance stage as if filled with far too much sugar. Once the lyrics for the song begin playing, Johnathan takes off at a sprint down to the ring where he slides in underneath the ropes. He bounces from foot to foot while waiting for the bell to sound to start the match.
King: You think that Mills snorts coke before coming down to the ring?
Hawke: I hear he drinks coffee before his matches. He has stated before on record That he doesn’t do any illegal or even semi-legal drugs. He’s caffeniated and/or sugared up like a little kid though.
King Edmund the Fourth pats Mutt on the shoulder, who once again opens up the ropes for him. King Edmund steps out of the ring and down to ringside like he were a manager. Inside the ring, Johnathan Mills gets the attention of the referee and motions to King Edmund the Fourth at ringside. Mutt stands in the ring with a wide grin. The ref informs Johnathan that he will actually be facing Mutt instead of King Edmund IV. Johnathan just rolls his eyes, but gets into position.
Hawke: Looks like Johnathan has figured out that he’s the victim of bait and switch.
King: It’s just that King Edmund should be retired. Did Johnathan really think he was going to fight some old man? He should be ashamed of himself.
Fed Warfare
Johnathon Mills [AWF] vs King Edmund IV [Independent]
As the bell rings to start the match, Mutt and Johnathan Mills lock up. Mutt taking advantage by applying an armbar. Johnathan flips back and forth, getting out of the move, and arm dragging Mutt, who rolls through it to his feet. Mutt comes back with a punch to the side of Johnathan’s head, who relies with an elbow strike.
Mutt strikes back with another punch, which Johnathan returns with another elbow strike. This continues back and forth until a solid right hand plants Johnathan onto the mat.
King: Curious that Johnathan doesn’t use his fists.
Hawke: He thinks that punching someone is silly when he can use his elbow.
Johnathan hops back to his feet, but is knocked back down to the mat from a vicious scissor kick. While Johnathan is down, Mutt begins stomping a mudhole in Johnathan to keep him down.
Johnathan rolls away from Mutt to get to his feet, but Mutt is on him in a heartbeat with a punch to the gut and a gutwrench suplex. Mutt quickly goes for the pinfall, but King Edmund IV is there.
Edmund: Not yet! I’m not finished with him yet!
Mutt pulls Johnathan up as the ref gets into position.
Hawke: Seems like an odd thing to be saying. Edmund isn’t even in the match!
King: Can’t you see him in there, mixing it up with Johnathan?
Hawke: No? That’s Mutt.
King: And Mutt represents his King in all ways.
Mutt pulls Johnathan up to his feet and whips him into the ropes. He goes for a clothesline on the rebound that Johnathan does a quick somersault to dodge. He rolls back to his feet, hits the ropes, and brings Mutt down with a flying leg lariat!
A quick backwards standing moonsault brings Johnathan on top of Mutt where he hooks the leg for the pinfall!
One
Tw-Mutt kicks out!
Johnathan jumps to his feet, goes to the ropes, and is tripped by King Edmund IV. The ref yells at Edmund, who holds out his hands as if to say “I did nothing”. Johnathan gets back to his feet, looking back at King Edmund IV with some anger in his eyes. Therefore, he doesn’t see Mutt coming until the shoulder charge knocks him out of the ring!
Hawke: King Edmund is interfering in the match!
King: In his own match? How is that?
King Edmund IV backs away from the downed Johnathan Mills as per the ref’s directions, though Mutt slides out of the ring and grabs Johnathan. He sends the smaller man into the ring steps, demolishing them.
Mutt rolls back into the ring, showing the ref where Johnathan bit him. At ringside, King Edmund IV knocks down the slow rising Johnathan back onto the steps. He grabs Johnathan by the back of the head and smashes him face first into the bottom step a few times before the ref turns around. He yells at King Edmund IV to back away from Johnathan, which he does.
Mutt stands in the middle of the ring, watching as Johnathan is laying on the bottom step. The ref begins counting Johnathan out.
One
Two
Three
Johnathan rises to his feet, his face a crimson mask from a gash in his forehead.
Four
Five
Johnathan rolls into the ring. He stands up, looking across the ring at Mutt, wiping blood from his eyes. Mutt goes in for a punch, but Johnathan flicks blood into his eyes to blind him. He connects with Mutt for a drop kick!
King: What a low blow, using blood to blind Edmund!
Hawke: It was low of Edmund to attack Johnathan at ringside!
King: The match is Edward against Johnathan so duh he attacked him at ringside.
Hawke: You know very well that Mutt is wrestling this match!
Johnathan pulls Mutt up, rushes to the corner, and goes to springboard from the center turnbuckle when King Edmund IV is there to knock Johnathan’s feet from the turnbuckle so that he crashes against the corner.
Johnathan gets staggeringly to his feet, but walks into Mutt, who hits a double underhook piledriver! Mutt goes for the pinfall!
One
Two
Three!
Hawke: Mutt with the Royal Execution for the win! Now thanks to King Edmund.
King: King Edmund wins another match. Yay!
Mutt jumps to his feet, opening the ropes so that King Edmund IV can enter the ring and celebrate his “win”. He marches around the ring with his hands in the air as if he were the one wrestling the match all along.
Bonnie Jenkins: The following match is scheduled for one fall…
Crowd: ONE FALL!
Bonnie Jenkins: And is a special grudge match.
The lights and titantron go pitch black for a few moments as the sound of recording about the play goes through the speakers. Suddenly, the lights come back on- albeit in a royal purple, tinting the arena in a purple light.The soft, distorted synth echoes for a few moments. The guitar and drums kick off as the purple lights fade into black, and a single spotlight falls on Draven as he heads down to the ring.
“I'm looking at a face, a pointed chin
Towards the sky in arrogance
It easily betrays the closest friend
A moment lost, no consequence”
Bonnie Jenkins: Introducing first, standing six feet tall and weighing in tonight at two hundred and three pounds… he comes to us from The Shadows, “The Prince Of Darkness” VIIIINCEEENT DRAAAAAAAAAVEN!
Hawke: Vincent Draven is one scary man.
King: I heard he leads off in baseball. He’s the first up to bat.
Hawke: Will you stop?
King: Never.
His eyes surveying the crowd quietly as he undoes his cloak. A glare resting on his face as he climbs up the steel steps, standing on the apron while throwing his cloak onto the floor. He places his hands on the top rope and walks to the side of the ring facing the hard camera. Suddenly looking up and spitting a red mist into the air, as a wicked grin slowly grows on his pale features.
“A circle starts again, away from you
Deception pulls us in, away from you
Away from you, away from you”
Finally, Draven goes under the top rope and climbs into the ring.
“Imitation, a fabrication
A pretty fake, but counterfeit
An empty carcass behind the artist
Is there a trait of innocence?”
Draven moves to his corner, kneeling down as he holds onto the middle rope with one hand. He slowly takes in his surroundings- Before standing back up, slowly, ready for the fight.
The lights go for a light shade of pink as "Save That Shit" by Lil Peep begins to play for everyone to hear.
Fuck my life, can't say that girl
Don't tell me you can save that shit
All she want is payback for the way I always play that shit
You ain't getting nothing, now I'm saying
Don't tell me you is
Nothin' like them other motherfuckers
Ryan Young walks out from behind the curtain with the XHF Tag Team Championship around his waist and is followed by his girlfriend, Selena. He stands atop of the stage and looks out to the crowd, bending over, adjusting his kneepads before shooting up and stretching his arms out.
I can make you rich (I can make you rich)
I can make you this, baby, I can make you that
I can take you there, but baby, you won't make it back
Growing sick of this and I don't wanna make you sad
Do I make you scared? Baby, won't you take me back?
Bonnie Jenkins: And his opponent, standing five foot eleven tall and weighing in at two hundred and twenty seven pounds, he fights out of Anaheim California, RYAAAAAAAN YOOOOOOOOOOOUNG!
Crowd: RY-AN YOUNG! RY-AN YOUNG!
Hawke: Ryan Young appears to be the crowd favourite here.
King: He’s to the crowd’s taste. He just needs to wonder about being tasted by Draven
Young makes his way down the ramp and to ringside where he runs at the ring apron and slides along it on one knee, entering the ring and climbing up to the second rope where he unstraps the belt from his waist and holds it in his right hand, raising it up high before beating his chest with his free hand and giving a smirk to the crowd who cheer for him.
Hawke: Let's get this contest underway!
King: I can't wait! ring the bell now!
AWF Grudge Match
Vincent Draven vs Ryan Young
It’s a cagey start from both the combatants. Draven and Young circle slowly, feeling each other out by extending an arm to judge range. Young takes a definitive step forwards and raises one of his lethal knees but Draven snaps his body backwards to keep the range and not let The Messiah Of The Knee Strike hit his favourite strike. Ryan Young attempts to close in to kneeing range and Draven takes a big swing of his kicking leg, looking to knock Young out with one good shot. Ryan ducks sharply and Vincent Draven wheels around in a tight circle. Both men square up and take stock of the situation.
Hawke: Careful start from both these fine athletes.
King: Is trying to knock each other’s heads off careful?
Hawke: No, but trying not to get your own head knocked off is.
Squaring off into fighting stances, Draven uses his long, rangy legs to fire off a kick into Ryan Young’s side. Young exhales as his ribcage gets rattled. A second kick, with the other leg this time hits The Messiah on the other side of his body. Draven, emboldened by the last two strikes closes in but this turns out to be a mistake and as he enters Young’s striking range, The Vampire is met by a fearsome looking forearm. Quickly following up, Young jabs the point of his elbow firmly into Draven’s chest with three quick strikes. Draven looks to back up right as Ryan Young throws one of his killer knee strikes, making Young miss as a consequence of trying to gain distance again. Young stomps his leg down onto the canvas and steps into Draven, the two men standing forehead to forehead for a brief second.
Hawke: This is a very close match.
King: The way these guys are facing off, it’s like they’d had a thousand matches in a hundred countries!
Hawke: Like you, King?
King: Only if Memphis counts as about fifty of them, Jojo!
Draven throws a stiff kick that catches Ryan Young flush on the side of his ribs. Young responds with an elbow that connect’s with Draven’s jaw and rattles The Vampire’s teeth. Draven responds by straightening his head and lashing Ryan Young’s chest with a fierce knife edge chop….
Crowd: WOOO!
Young takes it like a trooper and fires another elbow back at Draven. The Vampire staggers back a half step and slowly turns his gaze to meet Ryan’s. Draven lashes out with another FIERCE knife edge chop...
Crowd: WOOOO!
Again Young fires back instantly with an elbow smash that would break a lesser man’s jaw. Draven merely steadies himself and fires off A BLITZ OF REPEATED KNIFE EDGE CHOPS!
Crowd: WOOO! WOOOO! WOOOOO! WOOOOOOOO! WOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Hawke: Look at Ryan Young’s chest! It’s beet red!
But Ryan Young pumps his fists and show no sign of slowing down!
Ryan Young: C’MON!
Young smashes Draven with a right elbow, then a left, a right, a left, THREE rights and finishes the rally with a standing Bicycle Kick that sends Draven staggering away to the ropes. Draven bounces off… and regains his composure, using his momentum and stepping through, turning his body round into a MASSIVE Discus Forearm! RYAN YOUNG TAKES IT! YOUNG SPINS HIMSELF AND CONNECTS WITH A ROLLING LARIAT! DRAVEN TAKES IT! BOTH MEN SQUARE UP AND RAISE THEIR FISTS IN A FIGHTING STANCE!
Crowd: EX-AITCH-EFF! EX-AITCH-EFF! EX-AITCH-EFF!
Hawke: My god, these two men are going to kill each other before giving an inch!
King: Sometimes wrestling is about hold and counter hold. Sometimes it’s two guys beating the living <censored> out of each other.
A snarl crosses Draven’s lips, maybe at his opponent, maybe at the pain he’s feeling. Draven loads up a lethal looking head kick but young smartly ducks, driving his knee into Draven’s plant leg with the motion. Draven collapses down to one knee, overbalancing. Sensing an importunity, young rushes the ropes and before Draven has even half a chance to move out the way and defend himself, The Messiah returns for some knee strike deliverance as he uses Draven’s bent knee as a springboard and connects his kneecap flush with Draven’s face. Draven drops to the mat and God’s Last Gift leaps into the air, dropping a knee right onto the prone Vampire’s face with a sickening thud. Young hooks a leg…
ONE!
TWO!
And Draven kicks out. Young curses under his breath and gets back to his feet. He backs off a few steps and waits for his opponent to get back to a seated position before charging in, smacking his foot hard into Draven’s chest with an imperious swing of his leg. Draven drops back down to the mat again.
Hawke: PEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-KAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY!
King: You’ve always wanted to call it like that haven’t you, Jojo.
Hawke: Yes. Yes I have.
Again Young back off, only to rush in again to get a little extra speed, a little extra height on his next knee drop to Draven’s face. Again Young hooks the leg, looking to end the match…
ONE!
TWO!
TH… Draven kicks out again.
Ryan Young looks at the ref, mainly for conformation of the count. Sensing he needs to capitalise on his advantage, Young hauls Draven roughly up to a vertical base. A flurry of motion, Young backs off to a corner while Draven remains stunned, legs wobbling from the knee strikes he’s suffered. The Messiah charges in, leaps and smashes his forearm in a graceful yet brutal arc downwards, right onto Draven’s forehead. Draven staggers backwards and Young follows up before Draven can fall, connecting with his chin with a massive European… sorry Californian Uppercut! Now Draven keeps his balance but is forced to stumble backwards, finally slumping against the ropes. Young composes himself for a second before charging one more time, Connecting flush with a this time running Californian Uppercut, Young sends Draven spilling to the outside in a crumpled heap.
Crowd: RY-AN YOUNG! RY-AN YOUNG!
Hawke: Young seems to be well in control of the situation now.
Young slides under the bottom rope, following Draven out only to be met with a vicious up kick from the grounded Draven. The Prince Of Darkness follows that by sweeping Young’s leg out from his grounded position.
King: Nice call Nostrodamus!
With both men now on the floor Draven slithers up to Young with a near inhuman motion. Draven slides into a mount position and rains four quick forearms down onto Young’s face before standing and backing away, considering his position. Draven’s eyes light up for a second as he spies Bonnie Jenkins out of the corner of his eye and he turns to face the ring announcer. Bonnie, being the smart girl that she is, hurries away from the maniacal, macabre monster leaving her chair behind. Draven looks at Ryan Young, prone and temporarily defenseless and picks up the folding chair, tempted to swing the steel at his opponent. Draven takes a long, hard look at Ryan Young, looks at the chair, looks back to Young and in an instant knows what he needs to do. DRAVEN DROPS THE CHAIR!
Hawke: Draven taking the sporting route! He could have tried to KO Young right there. But for some reason, tonight is not the night for swinging the steel.
King: That is a tactical error in my book, Jojo. When you have a chance to clobber someone, you take it!
There is a little shake of the head from Draven as he walks over to Young before kicking out at his prone opponent’s body. Circling his prey, The Prince Of Darkness moves to where he can land a soccerball kick right to Young’s skull. The Messiah’s head snaps back awkwardly and Young’s eyes glaze over but Draven isn’t going to give his opponent a second’s rest as he winds up again and again kicks Ryan Young in the skull. Now the referee has rolled out of the ring and tries to wave Draven off for a second. Surprisingly, Draven acquiesces and allows the ref to check on Young’s health, maybe hoping for a knockout and a win by default. Ever so slowly, gingerly Ryan Young’s eyes open and he focuses on the referee standing over him.
Crowd: RY-AN YOUNG! RY-AN YOUNG!
Referee: Do you want to give up?
Ryan Young takes a second to answer… and then with a half scream emits a defiant…
Ryan Young: NEVER!
Hawke: What fortitude! What courage!
King: What an idiot! Give up Young, this is your career!
Crowd: RY-AN YOUNG! RY-AN YOUNG!
Angered by this, Draven steps back in and just plain stamps on Ryan’s face. He hauls Ryan off the canvas and slings him back into the ring under the bottom rope before quickly following him in himself. Swinging his leg almost lazily, Draven boots Ryan a couple of extra times before dropping down into a pinning position…
ONE!
TWO!
THR… RYAN YOUNG KICKS OUT!
Crowd: RY-AN YOUNG! RY-AN YOUNG!
Draven bares his fangs in disgust at the two count. He rolls his eyes back so only the whites are showing as he composes himself, standing at the perfect range, the perfect distance to put Ryan Young away, possibly forever. Young lies there on the mat, stunned. Slowly, almost at a pace that seems like every second is a full minute Young begins to raise himself up. He tucks one knee up underneath him. The sense of dread in the crowd is palpable. Young’s head gets to that precise, perfect height as Draven lifts his leg and turns into his vicious strike of choice…
King: DRAVEN’S INFERNO! DRAVEN’S INFERNO!
But somehow, some way Ryan Young has the awareness, his animal hindbrain kicking in at that precise moment to flatten himself back on the mat. Draven WHIFFS and is spun around by his own momentum. Ryan desperately rolls away for space, getting some seperation as Draven regains his poised position. Draven sees that Young is attempting to hoist himself up by the ropes and glides over to the opposite corner, zeroing in on his target. The Vampire Prince charges at The Self Proclaimed Coolest Member of LGBTKO, looking to Kick Young’s teeth down his throat. But once more Ryan Young’s spider sense is tingling and he rolls through, causing Draven to trap himself briefly, leg draped over the top rope. Young turns and tapping deep into his energy reserve, actually breaks into a run and leaps at Draven, driving his knees firmly into The Vampire’s back.
Hawke: SHOTGUN VALLEY! SHOTGUN VALLEY!
King: Where the hell did that come from? Ryan Young is unreal!
Draven slumps. Ryan Young drops to cover, the thought of using the bottom rope for leverage clearly conflicting his mind as he goes for the pin…
ONE!
TWO!
THR… Draven kicks out! Young collapses in a heap, gasping for air. Of the two men it’s Draven to get to his feet first. There is a look of utter desperation on Young’s face as he gets to his knees, crawling away from the corner where his vampiric opponent is standing. Draven circles round his target like a vulture circles its carrion meal and finds an angle perpendicular to Ryan’s crawl before rolling forwards and hitting a low Koppou Kick to the back of Ryan’s head. He grabs Ryan by the hair and hauls God’s Last Gift up to one knee, backing off and charging in, bouncing off Ryan’s knee just like Ryan did to him earlier, only Draven’s strike of choice is a Shining Ganmengiri!
Hawke: BLACK MAGIC!
King: None more black. None more.
Draven looks down at Ryan Young and just unsubtly stomps on his face. Five swift stomps and suddenly Draven breaks into a smile that comes from the depths of the grave itself. He drops and hooks a leg, maybe a little lackadaisically…
ONE!
TWO!
TH… Ryan Young kicks out. He looks up and sees Draven grinning at him. Young licks his lips instinctively, feeling something warm and wet on them. And that’s when Young realises that he is bleeding. Not a lot of blood. Just enough for the cameras to pick up. Enough for him to taste. Enough to pique Draven’s interests, his desire to feed growing.
Hawke: Ryan Young is busted open.
King: There’s blood in the ocean. And there’s a Vampire Shark with you.
There is something wild about the look in Draven’s eyes. Something out of control. But there is doubt there. Conflict. Young gets to his knees, facing away from The Vampire Prince as Draven seethes like a rabid wolf. Young turns as Draven throws a high kick toward him, far too fast and far too enthusiastically for it to be accurate. Young stares at Draven, trying to gauge his opponent’s psychological state. Draven responds by firing a forearm into Young’s face, aiming for the cut. It widens a little. Ryan Young stands firm and SCREAMS at Draven…
Ryan Young: HIT ME AGAIN!
Draven’s aim is sure and true as he fires another forearm at Young’s forehead.
Ryan Young: HIT ME AGAIN!
Now Draven is manic in the fury and ferocity of his third strike, briefly rocking Young. Young’s face is now smeared in crimson Draven grins at Young. AND YOUNG GRINS BACK! Draven goes for another forearm but Ryan Young gets his forearms up to block the hit, shocking Draven with the mere ability to block after the violence he’s suffered. Young grabs for an arm and twists it behind Draven’s back, spinning him out and back in again with a vicious Lariat. Draven drops to the mat and God’s Last Gift follows up with a rolling knee drop, before spinning around on the mat, and leaning over Draven, dripping an arc of blood on the mat before driving his knee into the side of The Vampire’s head. Young flatttens out and covers…
ONE!
TWO!
THRE… NO! Draven kicks out!
Following up, Young stomps away at Draven, the majority of them hitting the head and upper chest. He hauls Draven up to a vertical base and hits a massive carnival of strikes, hitting elbow, forearm, elbow, forearm, elbow, forearm, HUGE CALFORNIAN UPPERCUT! Draven drops to the mat. Young creates a bit of distance between the pair as Draven slowly gets to his knees before charging in and driving Draven back down with a running Meteora! Ryan sticks around to pin…
ONE!
TWO!
THRE.. NO! DRAVEN PUSHES RYAN YOUNG OFF OF HIM!
Hawke: What does it take to put The Vampire Prince away?
King: A stake through the heart?
Young gets to his knees and looks up towards any form of higher power who can end this match in his favour. Draven is temporarily stunned. Young wipes a little blood away from his eyes, makes the universal sign for going to sleep with his hands, extends his right arm and beckons Draven to stand. Draven stands, turns and sees an onrushing Ryan Young… LEAPING INTO THE AIR, PUMPING HIS LEGS AND TRYING TO CALIFORNIA DREAM DRAVEN INTO OBLIVION! BUT DRAVEN SWINGS A HIGH KICK AND BLASTS RYAN YOUNG ON THE KNEE, INTERCEPTING HIS STRIKE! DRAVEN DROPS TO PIN!
ONE!
TWO!
THR… YOUNG KICKS OUT!
Both men stand, fatigue beginning to kick in. Young fires off another elbow. Draven fires off a chop. Elbow. Chop. Elbow. Chop. Both men go forehead to forehead for the second time in the match… only this time with more effort spent, more damage done and a hell of a lot of Young’s blood spilled. Young rears his head back, sending a shower of blood across the ring and goes for another elbow smash… but DRAVEN DUCKS AND SWEEPS OUT YOUNG’S LEG! The arena goes deathly quiet… DRAVEN WAITS FOR RYAN YOUNG TO GET TO HIS KNEES… AND ROUNDHOUSE KICKS HIS HEAD HARD ENOUGH TO MAKE THE CROWD GO OOOOH!
Hawke: DRAVEN’S INFERNO! DRAVEN’S INFERNO!
BUT RYAN YOUNG KIPS UP STRAIGHT AWAY! THE MESSIAH OF THE KNEE STRIKE GOES FOR WHAT HE KNOWS AND HITS A HUGE BICYCLE KNEE TO VINCENT DRAVEN’S FACE! BOTH MEN COLLAPSE TO THE MAT!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
FOUR!
FIVE!
SIX!
SEVEN!
EIGHT!
NINE!
TE… NO! BOTH MEN STAND UP!
Hawke: There will be double knockout tonight! This match will continue.
King: I… don’t want to make a witty comeback. Belittle this classic.
Crowd: FIGHT FOR-EVER! FIGHT FOR-EVER!
Both men are standing again. Young is bloodied, beaten. Draven looks like he’s trying to shake the cobwebs out. There is a lull in the action while those watching are trying to take this spectacle in. Finally it is the blood stained Ryan Young who acts faster. He closes the distance with Draven and mimes throwing one of his HUGE knee strikes. Draven puts his arms down to block… AND RYAN YOUNG GRABS THEM. YOUNG PULLS DRAVENS HEAD DOWN A LITTLE AND HITS A RISING BICYCLE KNEE AT THE SAME TIME! DRAVEN DROPS TO THE CANVAS LIKE A CONCRETE SLAB THROWN OFF A ROOF!
Hawke: CALIFORNIA DREAM III!
RYAN YOUNG COVERS!
ONE!
TWO!
THRE….. NO! VINCENT DRAVEN KICKS OUT!
Crowd: FIGHT FOR-EVER! FIGHT FOR-EVER!
YOUNG JUST FLOPS ONTO HIS BACK LIKE A DEAD FISH! DRAVEN SLIDES OVER TO THE ROPES AND HANGS HIMSELF OFF THEM FOR SUPPORT! SLOOOOWLY RYAN YOUNG GETS UP AGAIN.. AND DRAVEN CLOSES AND STRIKES! SAVATE KICK! ROUNDHOUSE KICK TO THE HEAD! SPINNING BACK KICK TO THE CHEST! SHOOT KICK TO THE SHIN! SPINNING LEG SWEEP! A HOWL TO THE VOID! ROUNDHOUSE KICK TO YOUNG AS HE GETS TO A KNEE!
Hawke: DRAVEN’S INFERNO!
DRAVEN REACHES DOWN AND DRAGS YOUNG TO HIS KNEES! ANOTHER DRAVEN’S INFERNO!
Hawke: AND ANOTHER!
STILL NOT FINISHED DRAVEN REACHES DOWN AND DRAGS RYAN TO HIS KNEES ONE MORE TIME! DRAVEN’S INFERNO!
Hawke: AND ANOTHER!
DRAVEN FINALLY DROPS TO PIN….
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
Bonnie Jenkins: The winner of this match, VIIIIIIIIIINCEEEEEEEEEEENT DRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAVVEN!
Medical staff pour in to check Ryan’s cut and both competitors overall health. Young does some quick concussion protocols as Draven stalks. Draven takes a long look down at Ryan Young and reaches down towards when his foe has fallen. The crowd waits on what’s about to happen…
Draven drags Young up to his feet and….
SHAKES HIM BY THE HAND! THE CROWD EXPLODES!
Crowd: THANK YOU DRAVEN! THANK YOU RYAN! THANK YOU DRAVEN! THANK YOU RYAN!
Crowd: BOTH THESE GUYS! BOTH THESE GUYS! BOTH THESE GUYS!
Hawke: What have we just witnessed?
King: An amazing match. And I have nothing more to say on it.
Hawke: An epic for the ages, here at XHF Supremacy 2020. Thank you Ryan, thank you Draven indeed.
Yuki Sakaraba is busy getting checked in by security through the back area talent entrance. These are more of a formality for the wrestlers and other production crew. They move on through and head towards the locker room to touch base with everyone. As they sit down on a bench she notices her bag is a lot lighter. With a pale look on her face she realizes what had just happened. She rushed back to the security bottleneck to find no one there.
The arena's lights go off and the fans immediately begin to boo at the top of their lungs as the violins of the orchestra swell to cover the ever-familiar Fall Out Boy cover. The man behind the music rises out of an opening in the floor, facing the entranceway rather than the ring. The technician's black and red tights read "Chief Asshole" on the back. His entrance is also heralded by a curtain of pyro shooting off behind him.
Caffrey turns to face his detractors and has his trademark sinister smile on his face. The arrogant superstar throws a towel over his shoulder and walks down to the ring, ignoring the fans screaming and jeering. He does not break eye contact with tonight's opponent as he walks with a laser focus, at least until he makes it to the ring steps. He reaches down and taps his ankle before pointing at his opponent. He then makes a simple motion to mime breaking it in half as if his opponent's ankle was a simple wishbone.
Caffrey steps into the ring and moves past his opponent, handing his glasses off to the timekeeper. He looks back at his opponent and gives him one more sinister smile, ready for what his opponent has to offer.
Bonnie Jenkins: The following contest is the Last Man Standing Match! Introducing first, from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania and weighing in tonight at two hundred and twenty-five pounds… He is the Chief Asshole… ANTHONYYYYYYYY CAAAAAAAAAAFFREYYYYYYY!
King: The longest reigning and former AXW Undisputed Champion has arrived, the man that held that belt for three hundred and nine days looks to not let the string of losses slip up his momentum against Tarrasque.
Hawke: Well he somehow survived against Aiden Merric but can he last as long with someone who looks like a genetic freak?
King: I didn’t know Subject 42 was in this match…
Hawke: <siiiigh>
“All Animal” by Through Fire begins to play as Tarrasque makes his way down to the ring.
Bonnie Jenkins: And his opponent, from Parts Unknown and weighing in tonight at three hundred and seventy-five pounds… He is The Beast… TARRRRRRRAAAAAASQUE!
King: Do we know much about this man?
Hawke: I don’t anyway, but he’s not AWF and Caffrey is… Go figure who I’m rooting for.
King: ...and you sighed at me for mistaking Tarrasque for Subject? *eye rolls*
Fed Warfare
Anthony Caffrey [AWF] vs Tarrasque [GCW]
DING DING DING
The match has begun with Tarrasque and Caffrey staring one another down as they both circle the ring, Tarrasque is the first to pounce at his opponent as he throws himself forward to take Caffrey down with a lariat but he rolls under the arm and gets back to his feet but as he turns back to face his opponent, he’s taken down by a mighty powerful lariat. Caffrey rolls out of the ring and stays on his feet as he stumbles onto the barricade. Tarrasque follows Caffrey to the outside and kicks him in the gut, lifting him up into the Powerbomb position but Caffrey starts to lay in the punches onto Tarrasque’s head as he slips out of position and gets back onto his feet, Caffrey goes for a Flatliner on Tarrasque right into the barricade!
King: Caffrey was close to having his back broken on that barricade there, luckily he slipped out of it.
Hawke: Well, he’s AWF… He deserves as much pain as he gets.
King: At least I agree with you on something.
Tarrasque’s head meets with the barricade, he taps his forehead to check if he’s bleeding, but there’s no cut… yet. Caffrey begins laying in the boots onto Tarrasque whilst he’s down, trying his best to keep the beast down with one of the kicks going right into Tarrasque’s face. Caffrey looks around and stretches his arms out to soak in the crowd’s loud chorus of boos, he then turns to face the ring, pulling at its skirt to reach under the ring and pull out a Steel Chair. He raises it up high but once he turns around, he’s grabbed by Tarrasque and thrown into the barricade, nearly being thrown over and sent into the front row
King: Easy, Tarrasque, easy. We’ve got some good-paying customers in the front row, a lawsuit isn’t what we need.
Hawke: It’s not going to affect you, King, chill.
King: It might come out of my paycheck!
Tarrasque pulls Caffrey back to ringside and goes for the Irish Whip, sending Caffrey into the ring post head first. There’s a loud thud from the impact as Caffrey collapses and holds his head, the referee begins the count but once Caffrey hears the count, he rushes back to his feet and slides into the ring to create space between him and Tarrasque. Caffrey watches Tarrasque slide into the ring and then rolls back out to ringside and rushes to grab the chair he had earlier, Tarrasque comes back out to ringside and is met with the chair hitting him right in the gut and then onto his spine, and again right into the spine of Tarrasque before throwing the chair down onto Tarrasque.
Hawke: Now Caffrey has found his stride.
King: Tarrasque doesn’t look like he’ll slow him down any time soon.
Caffrey shouts at the referee to begin counting and just as he does, Caffrey grabs the chair and begins slamming it down onto Tarrasque over and over again. Caffrey demands the referee to count but with every chair shot, the referee stops his count. Caffrey doesn’t seem too pleased with the referee and pushes him away, Tarrasque springs to his feet and pops up Caffrey into the Powerbomb position, crashing him right down onto the barricade with Broken Back, the Powerbomb onto the Barricade signature! Tarrasque wastes no time and grabs Caffrey, throwing him into the ring before sliding himself into the ring and continuing the assault on Caffrey’s back.
King: Just like that, this match has changed on a dime and now Tarrasque has control over Caffrey.
Hawke: Finally, Tarrasque can shut his mouth up!
Tarrasque keeps attacking with Double Axe Handles down onto Caffrey’s back, he keeps Caffrey laying on his stomach as he leaps and lands a Standing Moonsault right onto Caffrey’s back. Tarrasque brings the referee into the ring as he begins the count.
One…
Two…
Three…
Caffrey begins to stir as he crawls to the ropes and pulls himself up, he places his hand where the back pain is most effective. Tarrasque has already made his way to the outside and has pulled out a long chain from under the ring and a table to add insult to injury. Caffrey slides under the ropes with a Baseball Kick to Tarrasque on the outside, Tarrasque falls back onto the barricade as Caffrey slides the table into the ring and then himself. Tarrasque grabs the chain and rolls into the ring, finding Caffrey and the table on the opposite side of the ring with the table leaning in the corner.
Anthony Caffrey: Come on then!
Tarrasque and Caffrey charge at one another but Caffrey tries side-stepping to send Tarrasque through the table, he halts just inches away from the table and has his back turned to Caffrey who sits at the opposite corner and ready to pounce on Tarrasque. Once he turns back around to Caffrey, the Chief Asshole charges forward but it’s Tarrasque that steps out of the way and sends Caffrey through the table!
Hawke: CAFFREY CRASHES! HE GOES THROUGH THE TABLE!
King: Tarrasque outsmarted Caffrey with his own plans!
The referee begins his count as Caffrey lays in the corner after going through the table and sending himself headfirst into the turnbuckles behind it.
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Six…
Caffrey grabs the ropes and pulls himself up onto his feet, Tarrasque is already on the prowl as he grabs Caffre- CLOSING REMARKS! CLOSING REMARKS AS CAFFREY PUSHES TARRASQUE AWAY! CAFFREY DOESN’T WASTE TIME, IT’S THE PROCESS! IT’S LOCKED IN ON TARRASQUE! CAFFREY GRAPEVINES THE LEG, KEEPING HIM IN HIS PLACE!
King: JUST LIKE THAT! JUST LIKE THAT! CAFFREY HAS SUCKERED HIM IN AND HE’S ABOUT TO BREAK AN ANKLE!
Hawke: Come on Tarrasque! Break free!
King: That’s the thing, there are no rope breaks!!
King is right as Tarrasque finds out the hard way that there are no rope breaks, Tarrasque’s ankle is being twisted and is seconds away from being snapped. Caffrey lets go of Tarrasque’s ankle but with his free leg, he kicks Caffrey away. Tarrasque tries to get back to his feet but there’s been enough damage onto the ankle, he stumbles back and isn’t on his feet, the referee notices this and begins his count.
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Six…
Tarrasque is able to get back to his feet but he’s wobbling on that sprained ankle, Caffrey looks at Tarrasque’s stance and he smiles from ear to ear like a Cheshire Cat from Alice in Wonderland, he watches Tarrasque stagger forward and once in range, he kicks at the injured ankle as Tarrasque falls down in pain and Caffrey climbs on top of him, grabbing the chain that Tarrasque brought in and using it to choke him out.
Hawke: Look at this! Look at this! Caffrey is going to the lowest of lows to win this match!
King: It’s a reputation of his to win at any means necessary.
Tarrasque begins to power out of the chokehold, lifting Caffrey up on his back and then using the chain to throw him over his head and slamming him down onto the mat. Caffrey gets back to his feet but he’s met with a stiff headbutt - one you’d expect Katsuyori Shibata to land during his days. Caffrey drops down onto Tarrasque but he’s got other plans, Tarrasque grabs Caffrey by the crotch and tosses him over his head! Rise of the Femmine Side connects! He looks at where Caffrey is positioned and he points to the top rope, he goes out onto the apron and very slowly begins the climb to the top.
King: Where is Tarrasque going? He can’t stand up there with such an ankle!
Hawke: Let it happen, King, he might have something planned.
Tarrasque looks down at Caffrey and begins to turn his back to him, he pauses and takes a deep breath but Caffrey has already rolled out of the way, Tarrasque goes for the Moonsault but he lands on his fee- THE ANKLE GAVE AWAY UPON LANDING! CAFFREY GRABS HIM BY THE HEAD, BROTHERLY LOOOOOOOVE! THE LEGSWEEP DDT LANDS BUT HE ISN’T DONE AS TARRASQUE’S HEAD SPIKES ONTO THE MAT FROM THE DDT, HE GRABS TARRASQUE FROM BEHIND AND PULLS HIM UP ONTO HIS FEET, GRABBING HIM BY THE WRIST AS HE PUSHES HIM FORWARD AND TWISTS HIM AROUND, CLOSING REMARKS! CLOSING REMARKS LANDS!
King: OH MY LORD!
Hawke: Not like this! NOT LIKE THIS!
The referee begins his count for both men.
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Caffrey gets back to his feet whilst Tarrasque is struggling, the ankle is in severe pain, he cannot stand!
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Eight…
Nine…
Tarrasque grabs the ropes and pulls himself up but he only has one foot flat on the mat! It’s only one foot!
Ten!
DING DING
Bonnie Jenkins: Here is your winner, ANTHONYYYYY CAAFFFFFRREYYY!
Bonnie Jenkins: This next match is for the XHF Junior Heavyweight title! Featuring the first competitor...Hailing from PARTS UNKNOWN, but currently residing in the pit known as "Bethesda, Ohio". Weighing in at 180 pounds of pure evil and standing at 6' even. He is "The REAL Lord Dominicus" Lord Dominicus!!!
The lights dim and smoke pumps from the stage area as "The Bear Song" by Green Jelly starts to cut through the atmosphere. Soon through the mist comes out Lord Dominicus, wearing the EWF Superior Championship around his waist. He walks down the ramp, sneering at everyone (we think, it's hard to tell with the mask). As the song continues to shred, the darkness that is Dominicus climbs into the ring, ready to get the match underway.
King: Looks like Lord Dominicus gets the chance tonight to have a title that isn’t completely meaningless like the EWF Superior title.
Hawke: You know the EWF is back in business and never invited Lord Dominicus back? That’s the story I got anyway.
King: Probably because Ambassador didn’t want Lord Dominicus dominating yet again.
Hawke: That’s probably true there.
Bonnie Jenkins: And his opponent…Hailing from Nottingham, England, weighing in at 170 pounds and standing 5'7". He is "The Villain" Liam Bradley!!!
The sounds of Avenged Sevenfold's "Nightmare" begins to play out through the PA System as the lights flow through the arena before shining down onto the stage.
NIGHTMARE!
And standing at the stage is Liam Bradley. Sporting the black fur coat, the plague doctor mask and holding his signature black umbrella, as he slowly turns to show off his clothing attire for everyone to see. He points his umbrella out to the crowd before making his way down the ramp.
DRAGGED YA DOWN BELOW
DOWN TO THE DEVIL'S SHOW
TO BE HIS GUEST FOREVER
PEACE OF MIND IS LESS THAN EVER
He makes his way to ringside and climbs up the steel steps, walking along the apron before brushing his feet on it and then entering the ring. He raises his umbrella up high for everyone to see and then takes off the mask from his face. He heads into his corner and places his umbrella and mask on the ring mat, before turning and waiting for his opponent.
Hawke: This match will determine the first XHF Junior Heavyweight champion.
King: Right? It’ll either be the bad guy or the even badder guy.
Hawke: Which is the badder guy?
King: I don’t know yet.
Referee Emilie Rose signals for the bell...
XHF Junior Heavyweight Championship
"THE REAL LORD DOMINICUS" Lord Dominicus vs "The Villain" Liam Bradley
As the bell rings to start the match, Lord Dominicus rushes across the ring and hits a few mad European uppercuts while cackling. He whips Liam int the ropes and hits a hip toss on the rebound. Liam rolls through the move to his feet, hitting the ropes, and rebounding back. He dives at Dominicus for a clothesline but misses when Lord Dominicus ducks underneath. Liam hits another roll to his feet, bounces off the ropes, and comes back only to be taken down by a flying leg lariat!
Lord Dominicus gets Liam up into a front face lock. He doesn’t complete the motion as Liam hits a backdrop. Dominicus springs to his feet but is attacked by a vicious chop to the chest. While this doesn’t seem to faze Lord Dominicus much, the kick to the groin doubles him over in pain.
King: That’s going to leave a mark!
Hawke: An underhanded move.
King: Liam is the Villain, after all.
Liam brings Dominicus up and slams him down with a suplex! He jumps to his feet, runs to the ropes, and hits a punt kick to the ribcage as Lord Dominicus gets to his hands and knees. Before Dominicus can get up, Liam stomps on his hand! Lord Dominicus rolls away while clutching at his hand in pain. Liam measures, taking a couple of step run, and punt kicks Dominicus in the side of the head!
King: Oh! Lord Dominicus is going to be feeling that kick tomorrow!
Hawke: Certainly. A villainous kick!
King: Hey! I make the jokes around here!
Liam Bradley climbs to the top rope, raises his arms into the air to balance himself, and launches himself into the air for a 450 splash!
That hits knees as Lord Dominicus gets his knees up at the last moment! Lord Dominicus turns to the side to dump Liam Bradley to the mat. Lord Dominicus stands up, perches himself on Liam’s back and does a camel clutch that he quickly turns into a double fish hook. The ref yells at Lord Dominicus to break the hold and begins counting him out. Lord Dominicus releases upon a five-count.
King: Dark deeds by Lord Dominicus. Who will prove to be the most dastardly?
Hawke: That is the question of the night.
Lord Dominicus pulls Liam up and whips him into the ropes, following him, and hitting a shotgun dropkick that sends Liam over the ropes and to the concrete floor! Lord Dominicus grabs the top rope and slingshots himself over the ropes to land on Liam! He drags Liam to the ring steps, places Liam’s mouth on the bottom step.
Hawke: Oh no.
King: Curb stomp!
Lord Dominicus places his hands on the ring apron, does a handstand, and brings his knees down against the steps as Liam moves out of the way at the last second! Lord Dominicus falls to the concrete floor, rolling around on the floor while clutching at his knees. Liam applies a figure four leglock on the outside of the ring. Lord Dominicus taps out right away. The ref stands in the middle of the ring, yelling at both men to get back into the ring to finish the match.
King: Shouldn’t this match be over?
Hawke: The match can’t end outside of the ring. Though I’m not sure why the ref hasn’t counted them out yet.
King: Can’t inaugurate a new XHF Junior Heavyweight champion on a count-out win!
Liam Bradley releases the figure four leglock after a few minutes. He grabs Dominicus by the right leg and slams it against the side of the steps! Liam pulls Lord Dominicus up and rolls him into the ring while following. He sets up Lord Dominicus’ right knee, runs to the ropes, rebounds, and penalty kicks Dominicus right in the knee! Lord Dominicus thrashes around while clutching at that knee. Liam Bradley goes to the top rope. He does a moonsault stomp off of the top rope to the right knee!
Liam drags Lord Dominicus to the middle of the ring and goes to apply a figure four leglock. Lord Dominicus gets a foot up and sends Liam face-first into the corner.
Lord Dominicus stands up, heavily favoring his right knee. He brings Liam down from behind with a crucifix cradle, going for the pinfall!
One...
Two...
Three...
King: What the heck? I didn’t think it was going to be possible with all the damage done to that knee!
Hawke: He found a way.
Bonnie Jenkins: Winner of the match and NEW XHF Junior Heavyweight champion….the REAL Lord Dominicus!
We cut to a bathroom where a nervous looking security guard rushes in with a panicked look on his face. Without much thought he pushes open one of the stalls and inside just happens to be big Koch Knocher. Koch is mid-wipe with a dopey expression on his face. The guard tries to utter the words to excuse himself but as soon as Koch notices the case he leaps off the seat and spears the guard to the floor. Easily dealt with, Koch casually leaves the bathroom with the case in hand.
Hawke: “We have another Fed Warfare match in store for you fans up next. One with Aiden Merric from AWF taking on Killa Kai from J-ROK.”
King: “This is going to be a match of clashing styles. We’ll see if that experience from Merric can come to play or if Kai can use some of that explosive offense to get the win tonight.”
Jenkins: “This match is set for one fall! Introducing first representing the AWF he is standing in at 6’2 and weighing in at 220 pounds, coming from Coober Pedy, South Australia, Australia he is “Out Back” Aiden Merric!”
Jenkins: “And his opponent representing J-ROK standing in at 5’11 and weighing in at 182 pounds coming from Isla de Mona, Puerto Rico he is Killa Kai!”
Fed Warfare
Killa Kai [J-Rok] vs Aiden "Outback" Merric [AWF]
The bell rings as both men circle around the ring, trying to get a good feel for one another and find an opening for the first strike or hold. It’s not too long before the more experienced Merric lays in a stiff left and right combo on Kai. Kai gets blown back into the corner He goes for some chops but Kai ducks the attempt and rushes towards the other side of the ring.
He runs with all his might towards Aiden before laying him out into the same corner with a patent shotgun kick he calls the Krash Kick. Merric hits the buckles and falls down into a sitting position. Kai runs to the other side again and rushes back towards him. Merric dodges this time and comes back with some stiff punches and knees to his face. He grabs Killa Kai by the head and throws him across the ring.
Hawke: “Both are starting this one off hot and heavy with some vicious exchanges.”
Merric picks up Kai and hits him with some knees to the stomach. Killa starts fighting back though, with some forearms and elbows. He irish whips Aiden into the ropes, Aiden comes back and ducks a jumping leg lariat from Kai he runs across to the other side, he goes for a lariat on the comeback. Kai ducks it. He keeps running another Krash Kick attempted from Killa but it’s dodged, Aiden coming back off the ropes for another time now, he charges Killa with all he’s got.
King: “Stun Gun!”
Hawke: “That’s one hell of a superman punch right there! And the cover…”
One!
Two!
Thre-
No a kick out from the resilient Kai.
Aiden gets him up and in position for his finishing move now. He goes for that match ending rainmaker but Kai rolls through and turns it into suplex. Using the big mans momentum against him and he hits it. Kai starts stomping him a bit before getting him up and trading some strikes with Aiden again. Some chops from Aiden Getting Kai back into the corner, he starts chopping his throat, with a combo he calls This Is A Knife. Kai dodges a final chop and creates some space.
He hits a charging Merric with a Knife Edge Killer discus knife edge chop. He picks up Merric and hits him with a hurricanrana and goes for a pin attempt. A two count, up they go. Merric irish whips Kai now, he goes for another Stun Gun but misses, Kai comes off the ropes and goes for a lariat but misses himself. Merric runs off the ropes on the opposite side as both men come full speed ahead now.
Merric goes for his Contract Fulfilled clothesline from hell move, but Killa Kai reverses it into a finisher of his own! The Murder-Spree DDT! A pin and…
One!
Two!
Three!
Hawke: “A close and fast paced match, but it was the quickness of Killa Kai that got the upper hand in this one.”
Jenkins: “Your winner of this match, Killa Kai!”
Koch Knocher is in catering and has taken a seat at a table with a few plates in front of him. While most people eye the case they don’t do much to go get it. As he’s about to chomp down on a plate of crab legs, Alan Galloway walks into the room holding a chair and quickly introduces it to the back of Koch’s head.
Alan Galloway: You were sitting on my favorite chair you fat <censored>.
Galloway takes both the chair and the case.
King: Folks, at this time we'll be stepping off the commentary booth. We will be replaced by MCCW's resident commentator Aleister Mayfield, who will be taking on the role of commentating the following match. Brad Swann and Nelly Angel, in a BARBED WIRE DEATHMATCH!
Hawke: Thank goodness I can get out of this ridiculous fishing gear.
Hawke: Thank goodness I can get out of this ridiculous fishing gear.
MCCW Barbed Wire Deathmatch
"The Canvas Connoisseur" Brad Swann vs Nelly Angel
Galloway is pushing through bodies as best he can in an effort to leave the arena. Several others are chasing after him but struggling just the same. He finds a small clearing of personnel and starts full out sprinting only to have a door close in front of him. With a massive thud the door comes crashing down on top of him. The man known as DOOR picks up the entryway and the case and tries to take off. He’s met with a double clothesline delivered from Mike Lio and Johnny Bulldog. They both reach down to grab the case but Kingsley Solomon mashes their two heads together, picks up the case and takes off.
Psycho KGB: “(We had a great match before but now it’s time for our first of two matches under the new J-ROK name. Right now we’ll have a Pride of Sakura Championship match, likely the very last one before the title merges with the SKS Jumpstart Championship at the J-ROK March pay per view.)”
MUSHI: “(That’s right this match here is to determine the final Pride of Sakura Champion and to see who’ll face off against Randy Angel at our March pay per view. This match here will be something very different than what you’re used to too. This will be contested under shoot style rules in what we call a PRIDE match.)”
Fumio Daemura: “(This match is for the Pride of Sakura Championship will be competed under Pride Rules at a 60 minute time limit. In order to win this match you must knock out, T.K.O., Submit or have a towel thrown in by the opponents second. Both competitors are forbidden from leaving the ring once the bell rings and are given 3 rope breaks for the entire fight.)”
Fumio Daemura: “(Now introducing first in the blue corner she is the challenger, standing in at 5’0 and weighing in at 105 Lbs. from the Northern Mountains she is Wolf Fang Ayame!)”
The fans cheer as her name is called.
Fumio Daemura: “(And her opponent in the red corner standing in at 5’2 and weighing in at 127 Lbs. coming from Hamatsu, Japan she is the REIGNING DEFENDING Pride of Sakura Champion… Idoru! Pierrot!)”
Pride Rules Match for the J-Rok Pride of Sakura Championship
Wolf Fang Ayame vs Idoru Pierrot©
The bell rings and both women meet in the middle before taking a step back and circling each other. A low kick from Wolf is checked by the champ. She goes for a quick jab to the head but Wolf leans back to just have it miss. She takes a step back while going for another light kick, which hardly taps Pierrot.
A few more cautious strike attempts from both before Idoru goes for a takedown. It’s stopped by the challenger. Ayame spins around onto her back in a back sitting position now, she lays in some punches before trying to get in a sleeper hold. Idoru fights back and slips out of the mounted position. She’s up on her feet now, she jumps and hits a double foot stomp onto the back of Wolf Fang’s neck and head area, causing her to hit the ring mat directly in the face. She’s laid out and a puddle of blood starts to form after. Idoru goes to her corner as the referee starts to count.
One!
Two!
Three!
Crazy KGB: “(What a double foot stomp to the head and neck area of Ayame! Idoru isn’t playing at all tonight!)”
MUSHI: “(No she’s not KGB-San, but Ayame has to get back up and keep fighting if she wants to win this. The count is already past 5.)”
Ayame starts to show life in her and gets back up at the count of 7 from the ref. Blood is pouring from her nose now as she squares up in preparation to keep on going. Idoru isn’t holding back now, as she goes right for her and attempts a flurry of punches and kicks. Wolf falls back and tries to create some distance. She catches a kick and turns it into a dragon screw leg whip. She keeps hold and locks in a heel hook.
Giving herself a much need breather and continuing to create some damage on her opponent she keeps it in for a short bit before standing back up after eating some kicks to the face. Both ladies up again this time now. Idoru tries to pick up Ayame but doesn’t get much from it. Ayame gets behind her and drops her down with a German Suplex.
She stays on top of her and lays in some brutal punches to the back and side of her head. Just Hammer fists being laid into the champ. She manages to get out after getting on her back and pushing the slightly lighter opponent off her. As she gets to her knees she eats a set of double knees to her face with the Heaven’s Howl from Wolf Fang Ayame. She falls back before getting back to her feet.
Both women start laying in rights and lefts at each other. Chops and punches. Kicks and knees. Idoru picks her up and slams her with a belly to belly suplex, in a north-south position she starts driving in knees into the head and shoulders of Wolf Fang. Wolf manages to get on her back and set up Pierrot into a top mount position before both break up and get back to their feet.
Both back up and continue trading strikes, getting rid of whatever caution and care they had before in the beginning of this fight. A few low kicks knock down Idoru to a bent over position, Ayame uses this to hit her Crescent Moon Kick, her take on the scorpions rising, right in between Idoru’s eyes. She falls onto mat hard with her arms stiff and stretched out. The ref rings the bell.
Fumio Daemura: “(Your winner of this match and NEW Pride of Sakura Champion… Wolf Fang Ayame!)”
Bonnie Jenkins: The following contest is scheduled for ONE FALL, and is for the XHF Tag Team Championships! Introducing at this time, the challengers, Travis Monroe and Joe Nobody, THE SAGA!
Four Spotlights appear on stage each with a letter spelling out S.A.G.A. The lights cut off again, only this time with only to letters lits. The two men then walk to the middle of the stage, fist bump, then nonchalantly walk to the ring.
Bonnie Jenkins: And now the defending champions, Ryan Young and Bloodied Fox, L! G! B! T! K! OOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHH!
"Sometimes you gotta... close a door... to open a window..."
The thick rolling bassline from "NEW MAGIC WAND" by Tyler the Creator thumps out over the arena. Six letters fade into view on the jumbotrons.
The letters spelling out the name of the XHF Tag Team Champions.
The lights in the arena begin to rotate between all the colors of the rainbow, focusing down on the entry ramp in unison, as Ryan Young and Bloodied Fox appear. The duo look at each other and nod, bumping fists before heading to the ring, looking all business.
XHF Global Tag Team Championship
The Saga [Joe Nobody/Travis Monroe] vs LGBTKO [Ryan Young/Bloodied Fox]©
The bell rings with Ryan Young, bloodied and tired from his last match, of LGBTKO and with Travis Monroe of The Saga on the other side. They both eye each other apprehensively to see how the match is going to begin. After all, the first move of a match generally sets the tone. Things start off rather technically as Ryan Young goes for a double leg takedown, but Monroe's timing is on point as he spraws down to get control. Young tries to speed his way out, but Monroe quickly goes in for a side headlock. He pulls back, causing Young to groan in a considerable amount of pain. That's when Ryan Young gets one hand on the ground and rolls onto his shoulder. Monroe laughs as despite the roll, he still has him in the headlock. Obviously, he's the more technical of the two, but that wasn't the point here. The unnamed XHF referee Tyrell gets Monroe off of him. It seems that during the roll, he was able to get a foot up on the rope, causing a rope break. Monroe gets off right before the four count. His smile is gone. He just looks over to Ryan Young who is stretching and cracking his neck, recovering from that exchange. The two stare at each other for a moment as they are ready to tussle it out once more.
King: Close one there for LGBTKO!
Hawke: A lot of them do like to test each other. I imagine they're just learning about each other before they go full out into it.
Ryan approaches the center of the ring once more. He holds his arms up, ready to go for a lock up. Travis complies and goes for the lock up, but Ryan rolls underneath the arm engagement and gets back up behind Monroe! They both turn to face each other at the same time, and Ryan immediately strikes Monroe in the side. His center of gravity is off balance and Ryan runs over to his opponent. He whips him over to the turnbuckle. Ryan approaches and tags team Bloodied Fox, his tag team partner. As he does so, Ryan goes towards the center of the ring. He rushes in toward the center and rushes in with a clothesline, but Monroe is able to roll out of the way! He gets up, wipes the sweat off his brow and turns around... to find Bloodied Fox flying! He strikes him down with a clothesline and takes him down! He goes for the pin count:
...One!
...Tw-Kickout!
King: Bloodied Fox isn't the largest competitor and heck, he's probably not even the fastest, but he's crafty like a seagull!
Hawke: Crafty like a... what?
By the time Travis Monroe kicked out, his partner Joe Nobody is already in the ring getting ready to interfere with that pincount. Bloodied Fox is already off of Monroe and can see what's happening. The referee just noticed Nobody but before he could do that, Joe Nobody sends a kick right to the chin of Fox! The fans just boo at that! Ryan Young instantly bursts inside of the ring but doesn't go too far when he sees the referee doing his job, forcing Nobody back to his corner. In the interim while Fox is on the floor, recovering from that kick, Travis Monroe gets to his feet. As soon as Fox gets to his feet, Monroe drops him down with a DDT! He'd normally go for the pin, but he looks over at Ryan, who's steaming to get into the match, and he knows he wants as little to do with that as possible. Instead, he drags Bloodied Fox to the corner. Joe Nobody tags himself him. Nobody climbs on the corner and drops down with a leg drop! Monroe offers a kind nod to Ryan before heading back outside of the ring. The coolest Icon looks from afar, not exactly amused.
King: The tides have turned and right now, it looks like The Saga are currently in control!
Hawke: LGBTKO needs to take care if they want to leave tonight with these belts.
Joe Nobody is quick to stretch Bloodied Fox in a log hold. Fox isn't shy about the fact that he's in pain and he feels it impossible at the moment to get out. Ryan looks from afar but doesn't feel he can interfere. If he tries, he would be insulting his partner as well as giving the referee reason to stop him - and then with the ref's back turned, it allows The Saga a chance to do something sneaky. No, it's too risky. Fox searches around and he's not finding rope his way. He's trying hard not to give in to the pain. And it certainly doesn't help when the referee is asking over and over again too! Fox tries to ignore the pain. He's trying to sit up and throw strikes over to Joe Nobody, ending the match as much as possible, but with the positioning, it's one of those situations where it's causing more effort expenditure than he's receiving in reward. That's when Bloodied Fox starts to use ALL his strength - every little bit of strength that is left remaining, to try to push himself closer to the ropes. Nobody sees this and knows that something has to be done. That's when he pulls forward and goes for a strike to Fox - THAT'S WHEN FOX TAKES CONTROL. HE PULLS NOBODY'S NECK IN FOR A NECK WRENCH! Joe Nobody lets go of the leg submission. He readjusts his body, trying to gain control, but Fox uses his good leg to kick his opponent off of him. That's when he manages to get up on this good leg, jumping off to his corner - AND BOOM! RYAN YOUNG IS TAGGED IN!
King: Ryan Young again!
Hawke: The tables are turned once again!
Ryan Young gets in the ring and rushes in. He ducks a clothesline from Nobody. He bounces off the ropes, comes back and BOOM! Dropkick! As he tries to get up, he finds blow after blow from Travis Monroe, the inactive man of The Saga. Young fights back and throws an audacious elbow. Travis staggers back but shoves Ryan Young forward, throwing him over to the ropes. Ryan bounces back and Monroe takes him down with a quick scoop slam. But wait - Ryan slips on out from the other side! Travis turns around, and Ryan goes in for kill - BICYCLE KNEE STRIKE WHICH IS RYAN'S FINISHER HE CALLS CALIFORNIA DREAM! While he's hitting Travis Monroe, Joe Nobody WHO IS THE LEGAL MAN STRIKES YOUNG WITH JUMPING CALF KICK - THE FINISHER HE CALLS PERFECT PLACEMENT!
King: New tag champs?!
Hawke: It may very well be!
As Ryan begins his descent toward the floor, Bloodied Fox tags himself in. Before Joe Nobody can see what's going on, Bloodied Fox uses everything he has in him, jumps onto the top rope, springboards off and hits Nobody with the Headscissors Driver finisher that he calls Exquisite Red! He goes for the pin count:
...One!
...Two!
...Three!
Bonnie Jenkins: Your winners and STILL the XHF Tag Team Champions: LGBTKO!
King: What a great matchup by these two tag teams!
Hawke: And there's a lot more to come tonight at Supremacy!
Solomon is seen frantically fumbling with some keys in the parking lot. A swing and a miss leaves his windshield cracked from the force of a chair wielded by none other than Thomas Galloway. Thomas winds up again but Solomon slaps him on the chin with the case and takes him to the ground. Solomon manages to get the door open but gets his face introduced to the roof by Armageddon. Armageddon throws the case on the passenger seat and drives off into the night.
Hawke: Coming up now, we have the Syndicate Wrestling and Tradition feature match, a ladder match for the SWAT AMAZONS CHAMPIONSHIP!
King: That’s right Hawke, FIVE beauties in the ring, all at once!
Hawke: SWAT has been a long time supporter of Women’s Wrestling, they even had a full Women’s Region for a time, SWAT Amazons, and their shows held their own with any fed in the world.
King: These five hotties are also about to compete on SWAT’s No Man’s Land ppv, in a all women’s tourney for TWO MILLION DOLLARS Hawke, but tonight, an even more sought after prize is up for grabs, and thats the GOLD!
Hawke: The five competitors are all in the ring, Reigning Amazons Champ Joanne Canelli. Former SWAT World Champion Suzi Spitz! Former Amazons Champions Jade, Wildcat Lynn Brewster AND Lucky Linda La Fey!
King: All the big guns of the women’s division are in this one, let’s get it going already Hawke.
Ladder Match for the SWAT Amazon's Championship
Joanne Canelli© vs Suzi Spitz vs Lucky Linda La Fey vs Jade vs Wildcat Lynn Brewster
Hawke: The bell rings and we are under way. Suzi and Lucky Linda face off, they are set to do singles battle in the first round of the No Man’s Land tourney, and this is a preview right here! Suzi with a chop to the chest of Linda, and Linda straight away with one back for her.
King: That could be the FINAL of the tourney, not the first round match!
Hawke: The winner of it sure will be the fav to take out the $2 mil! Jade runs at Brewster, these two have a big history and they are locking up, and jockeying for control, bouncing off the ropes, Jade muscles Lynn in to the corner, and Lynn switches and pushes Jade into the corner. Lynn breaks the hold and WHAM! Jade with a European uppercut to Lynn Brewster.
King: Suzi grabs Linda and scoop slams her, but Linda jumps straight back to her feet, and Linda delivers a snap mare and then a hard kick to the back of Suzi.
Hawke: Canelli slips out of the ring, and grabs a ladder and places it in the ring, she is going to for the belt already.
King: Suzi gets back to her feet, and she and Linda notice the ladder in the ring and both at the same time run the ropes and hit a double drop kick to each side of the ladder, sending it right into the face of Joanne Canelli.
Hawke: Linda now springboards from the second rope to the adjoining top and goes to the outside and catches Joanne with a hurricanrana!
King: Suzi slingshots herself over the top rope sentons Joanne! The Amazons Champ is in big trouble, getting double teamed here!
Hawke: Lynn delivers a diving shoulder block to Jade.
King: Suzi and Linda both stomp on Canelli, then slide her into the ring.
Hawke: Jade with a bubba slam to Lynn.
King: Suzi slides in the ring, but Linda pulls her out by the feet and swings her face first into the security railing.
Hawke: Canelli gets to her feet and grabs the ladder, and rams it into the skull of Lynn Brewster. Jade then high fives her and the two members of the KGB start setting up the ladder.
King: They are holding a side each, and both start climbing, they get to the top, and both reach up for the belt, then they look at each other saying, hey, it’s mine.
Hawke: There is team work, but then there is gold. Both want it and WHAM! Jade with a big left hand to Joanne. Joanne answers back with a right of her own, and they are teetering up there on the top of the ladder.
King: LINDA RUNS UP TO THE TOP ROPE AND DROP KICKS THE LADDER AND BOTH JADE AND JOANNE CANELLI TOPPLE TO THE OUTSIDE!
Hawke: The crowd chanting for Linda. This is her time, she is riding a wave of momentum after just retiring her long time foe and former tag team partner in the Irish Rose Bombshells Avery McCullen!
King: Lynn grabs Linda and plants her with a dudly dog!
Hawke: Suzi back in the ring and delivers a reverse neck breaker to Lynn.
King: Suzi is something else. The hottest of the Hot!
Hawke: Easy Kingfish. She is also now a member of the famed Society of the New Breed! A great addition to the stable, bringing a wave of contemporary SWAT to their new regime.
King: Linda with an X Factor on Suzi! She looks up at the gold belt hanging high above, then Lynn Brewster clocks her with a running knee lift.
Hawke: You can’t take you eye off the prize for even a moment.
King: She had her eye on the prize Hawke, that’s what cost her.
Hawke: Jade and Joanne regroup on the outside, and looks like they are coming up with a new game plan.
King: The KGB is the power faction at SWAT! On their previous ppv, New Years Nightmare overcoming the roster banding together in a War Games. A brutal match it was, where we saw Frostbite join the Kross Global Bandits.
Hawke: Joanne and Jade enter the ring and double clothesline The Wildcat. Lynn is holding her neck after that double clothesline. She could be seriously hurt.
King: This isn’t ballet Hawke. She will be ok, these are some of the toughest women to ever lace a pair of boots.
Hawke: Jade grabs Suzi and Irish whips her right into a roundhouse kick by Joanne. Linda runs at Joanne, but Jade cuts her off, and then Jade and Joanne go to work on Linda, DOUBLE STUN GUN!
King: Jade now grabs Suzi and plants her with a nice tilt a whirl back breaker.
Hawke: Joanne on Brewster, and delivers a mad roll of the dice!
King: Brewster again favouring her neck after that one.
Hawke: The Bandit’s again go for the ladder and set it up, and again both start climbing up a side each, this isn’t going to get it done King.
King: They reach the top, and your right! Both reaching for the belt! There is no pecking order here, both want the gold and both will do whatever it takes to win it.
Hawke: They start arguing over who deserves the belt, blocking each others attempts to grab it, and Suzi and Linda climb up each side behind them, both grabbing a handful of Jade and Joannes tights and reefing them off the ladder.
King: The KGB girls tumble to the mat, and now look, Linda and Suzi are racing each other to the top, and they both reach it at the same time and are now blocking each others attempts to grab the belt.
Hawke: O OH! Brewster is up, and she has the ladder, and look, she is pushing it over and Linda and Suzi tumble to the floor, what a bump!
King: Lynn looks around the ring at all the fallen bodies, and realises this is her time. She sets the ladder back up and starts to slowly climb it, favouring her sore neck as she does .... No! Jade climbs up behind her and powerbombs her off the ladder as Lynn was a finger tip away from the gold.
Hawke: Jade and Lynn just plain out don’t like each other. Joanne slides out of the ring and grabs another ladder, Jade slides out to help her, and they have a side of the ladder each, and they take off and ram it thru both Suzi and then Linda!
King: Jade and Joanne then reach under the ring and set up two tables beside each other.
Hawke: They roll in the ring, but as they do, Lynn Brewster with the ladder in the ring throws it at them, and it connects roughly with the head of Joanne.
King: Jade then grabs the ladder, but Lynn still has it, and they are having a tug of war here.
Hawke: Suzi and Linda roll the other ladder into the ring from the outside and start setting it up, Jade and Lynn see them setting up their ladder and copy them and set up their ladder beside them, and all four girls are climbing to the top.
King: The four of them then reach the top of the ladders and start reaching for the belt, and punching each other as they are exposed reaching for the belt.
Hawke: Who will prevail and get the gold and be the SWAT Amazons Champion King?
King: OH MY GOD!
Hawke: Don Joanne Canelli just tipped BOTH ladders over, and all four women crash over the top rope AND THRU THE TWO TABLES SET UP OUTSIDE!
King: Holy <censored>!
Hawke: Indeed. Joanne now places the ladder under the belt, and WOW! Did you see that, in a blink of an eye, she was from the bottom of the ladder to the top, and she grabs the Amazons Belt and unhooks it! CANELLI WINS!!! She retains her belt!
King: How’d she get up there so quick?
Hawke: I don’t know, in a split second she just like, flew up there or something.
King: Well, there we have it, and STILLLLLL SWAT Amazons Champion .... DON JOANNE CANELLI!!!!
Armageddon is seen checking into a hotel room. He’s given a key and ushers himself into an elevator, case held tightly to chest. Despite a few people being in there it’s uneventful and he eventually moves off towards his room. Once inside he tosses the case on the bed and begins to remove his wrestling gear. Armageddon gets in the bed and turns out the lights. A few moments later he rolls over and bumps into something. Armageddon fumbles to turn on a light and as soon as the glow fills the room it’s revealed the mysterious stranger wearing his usual outfit was sprawled out on the bed. The stranger blows Armageddon a kiss as he leaps after the stranger, but the stranger had already rolled off and onto the room’s balcony. With a tip of his cap he leaps. Armageddon looks over the railing but the stranger is nowhere to be seen.
Psycho KGB: “(Momoko Honda recently defeated the dominant Blake Belladonna last month at SSS’ WInter Festival, but tonight she faces Arata Tsutsumi. A young man who’s had brief stints in the indies and is looking to make his late parents proud.)”
MUSHI: “(He’s got his work cut out for him here tonight, he’s going to be facing one of the hottest rising stars on the XHF Network in what’s sure to be a classic.)”
Fumio Daemura: “(This match is set for one fall at a 60 minute time limit and is for the Idols of Sakura Championship! Introducing first in the blue corner, standing in at 5’5 and weighing in at 150 pounds he is from Kobe, Japan… Arata Tsutsumi!)”
The fans cheer on the newcomer as he steps forward when his name is called.
Fumio Daemura: “(And his opponent in the red corner, standing in at 5’1 and weighing in at 114 pounds, from Kyoto, Japan she is the REIGNING DEFENDING Idols of Sakura Champion… Momoko Honda!)”
The fans throw streamers into the ring as the champ steps up when her name is called.
J-Rok Idols of Sakura Championship
Momoko Honda© vs Arata Tsutsumi
The bell rings and both competitors charge one another, Arata irish whips Honda into the ropes, she bounces off and Arata leap frogs over her, she runs to the opposite side and he ducks as she comes back. He goes for a sling blade early on but is stopped. Instead he’s irish whipped into the corner. He goes rolling over and onto the apron now.
Tsutsumi springboards off the ropes and goes for a lariat, it’s ducked and both go for a dropkick, neither get too much from it as they land on their knees. They stare each other down as the fans cheer loudly for the athletic display they just saw. Both get up and circle each other this time Honda getting in a headlock. Arata uses his slight height advantage to push her into the ropes and hit her with a backdrop suplex. He goes for a quick pin attempt.
One!
Tw-
No Honda bridges out of the pin. Back up they both continue to fight in this championship match. Both back up and Arata closes in with a lariat he lays out Honda. He picks her up for a belly to back suplex but Momoko makes him eat some elbows before getting back to her feet. She throws in some more strikes and kicks ending it with a spinning roundhouse kick.
MUSHI: “(Dance of many Stars from Honda!)”
Psycho KGB: “(Arata’s knees are weak… and there he goes! Momoko to the top now.)”
Momoko dives off the top with a set of knees to Arata’s sternum before she goes for the cover.
One!
Two-
A kick out from Tsutsumi this time. Both back up to their feet and back in this match. He charges Honda with a kick, she ducks and he goes into the ropes. He goes for a lariat and she ducks again, he runs to the otherside of the ring and does a handspring elbow. Momoko ducks and catches him, using his momentum for a German suplex. Arata lands on his feet and runs towards the ropes again, he does another handspring this time going for an enzuigiri. Momoko ducks it and catches his foot. He lands and pops back with a heel kick. It’s dodged again. Honda goes for some sort of submission attempt he kicks her in the butt, causing her to go into the ropes.
Honda goes through the top and middle ropes, landing on the apron. She runs to the top ropes and dives off for an attempted hurricanrana. Arata rolls through and rushes the ropes again as Momoko gets back up to her feet. He charges with a bicycle knee, it’s dodged and Momoko goes for another attempted German. Tsutsumi back on his feet and a double foot stomp, Momoko rolls out of the way. Honda swipes his legs and gets back up. He kips up and dodges a roundhouse kick. He goes pushes her into the ropes before hitting her with a bicycle knee. She goes into the ropes again and hits him with a lariat.
MUSHI: “(Both finally down after that tremendous series of reversals and moves! I’ve never seen anything quiet like that before.)”
Psycho KGB: “(These two aren’t even in their prime yet either. Just think about how good these two are going to be in 10 years, in 5 years from now!)”
The fans cheer loudly after what they just got done seeing, by now both are back up to their feet. They both go for some lariats, definitely not packing the same punch as before. Both are visibly tiring now. With a last push towards the end they let out all they have, a scoop powerslam from Arata. He picks up Momoko after and goes for his Golden Aura storm cradle driver finishing move. Momoko rolls through and gets him into a prawn hold. A pin attempt…
One!
Two!
Thre-
A kick out from Tsutsumi. A suplex from Honda, she gets him up for another. She gets him up again and he stops whatever she’s going for now. Arata kicks her in the gut before going for a knee. It’s dodged and Honda grabs his arms, she hits her cross armed neckbreaker.
MUSHI: “(Earth Quaker!)”
One!
Two!
Three!
Fumio Daemura: “(The winner of this match and STILL Idols of Sakura Champion… Momoko Honda!)”
Hawke: This is the same video that aired during the J-Rok draft show! What does this mean?
King: It means trouble, Hawke. Trouble for J-Rok, and trouble for Daisuke Tokugawa...
Bonnie Jenkins: This match is set for one fall and is for the PSW Phantomweight World Championship introducing first… Hailing from Portland, Oregon. Standing at 5'7" and weighing in tonight at 155 pounds, he is the Phantom Star Wrestling Phantomweight World Champion… "Devilish" Donny Deville!!!
Terry Sanders: Folks glad to be here tonight at Supremacy, The Cosmo Kid invited us to call this match since it is for the Phantomweight World Championship.
David West: I'm just thrilled that Dark Horse spy is gone, Nikita Petrov, Russian so you know she can't be trusted.
Terry Sanders: Well the champ is here and ready to defend his title.
Bonnie Jenkins: ...And his opponent cashing in his Shooting Star Cup contract... Hailing from Joshua Tree, California. Standing at 6' even and weighing in at 230 pounds, he is the "Feral Messiah" Dread Wolf!!!
Today... upon this hill... I'm counting all the killers...
They sway... as they swarm...
A look of gluttons in their eyes, they mutter as the body loses warmth...
They pick your bones like locks inside a tomb...
And take great care to not take care of...
YOOOOOOOUUUUUUUU!!!
HERE'S AN UNEXPLAINABLE ONE!!!
Terry Sanders: Here is the man confident enough to cash in on the champion, the "Feral Messiah".
David West: Dread Wolf has been on a roll and seems to be here for PSW as well.
Terry Sanders: Not sure about it being for PSW or for himself, either way, he won't go to the darkness.
Referee Emilie Rose signals for the bell...
PSW Phantomweight World Championship
"Devilish" Donny Deville© vs "Feral Messiah" Dread Wolf
Dread Wolf stares a hole into the soul of the champion as he stands there waiting for the champion Donny Deville to make a move. The bell rings, as both men lock up for a hard grapple, but Dread Wolf kicks out the knee of Donny Deville and hits him with a hard clubbing elbow. Dread Wolf pulls him up from the mat nailing him with a rising uppercut to the neck, before whipping him off the ropes. Donny Deville rebounds off the ropes flying back with a spear! Taking Dread Wolf down to the mat, and landing on top of him, Donny Deville starts a mounted assault, blasting Dread Wolf with a barrage of punches. Dread Wolf manages to shake loose and push the champion off of him. Donny Deville gets up with Dread Wolf still on the mat, kicks him to the side of the head with a scissors kick!
Terry Sanders: These two are certainly taking it to each other.
David West: They sure are a fast and hard-hitting match so far.
Dread Wolf holding his head, Donny Deville has enough time to get to his feet. He hits Dread Wolf with a spinning wheel kick, knocking him into the ropes. Donny Deville whips off the opposites side running at Dread Wolf attempting a crossbody, but Dread Wolf spots it early and connects with a dropkick, to Donny Deville's body in mid-air! Both men lay on the mat, as the crowd's cheer and shout for them both.
"DEVILISH", "MESSIAH", "DEVILISH", "MESSIAH"
Donny Deville is the first to get to his feet, and quickly vaults off the ropes, coming back at Dread Wolf with a Spinning elbow drop, colliding with his head driving it back to the mat. Donny Deville gets up, body-slamming Dread Wolf down in from of the ropes. Donny Deville attempts to climb the turnbuckle, but Dread Wolf gets up behind him, driving him face-first into the corner, and following up with a Triple German suplex to Donny Deville!
David West: Man, this crowd loves these two.
Terry Sanders: That’s right, both have a reputation for being high energy and high impact, but I never thought I would see this match happen.
David West: The "Feral Messiah" also is known for his violent streak.
Dread Wolf quickly scales the turnbuckle getting to the top rope, signaling for a big move. He jumps attempting a Moonsault...but Donny Deville gets his knees up! Dread Wolf rolls around holding his stomach! Donny Deville quickly rolls to his feet as Dread Wolf is on the mat, holding his body in agony. The champion turns springing to the top rope, before delivering a Whisper in The Winds...but overshot it, but turns it around delivering a knee drop to Dread Wolf!
Terry Sanders: "Devilish" is going aerial here tonight, instead of his usual technical style.
David West: I feel like we’re watching the luchador legends here tonight.
Donny Deville goes for the pin hooking the legs of Dread Wolf as referee Emilie Rose moves in for the count.
ONE…
TWO…
David West: NO KICKOUT!!!
Donny Deville gets to his feet, dragging Dread Wolf up to his feet. He whips Dread Wolf across the ring sets himself up waiting to Flapjack Dread Wolf...but Dread Wolf grabs the ropes, and breaks his run. Donny Deville frustrated runs at him looking for another spear, but Dread Wolf jumps into the air, allowing Donny Deville to fly through the ropes to the mat outside! Dread Wolf sees the champ struggling to get up on the outside, he runs the ropes before hitting a Suicide Dive.
David West: What a risk by the challenger, the "Feral Messiah".
Terry Sanders: And oh by God did it pay off.
David West: Now, he needs to take advantage of it.
Both men are down on the mat outside the ring, tired and sore. Referee Emilie Rose starts to count them out, but Dread Wolf gets up sliding in and out of the ring, to break the count. He goes to pick up Donny Deville, but he hits an illegal low blow. The crowd boos at Donny Deville, as he gets up, whipping Dread Wolf into the steel steps. Donny Deville slides in and out breaking the count again, before dragging Dread Wolf over to the corner of the ring, by the ring barrier in front of the crowd. He attempts to slam Dread Wolf's head into the metal barrier, but he counters, breaking the hold as he elbows Donny Deville in the face. He picks Donny Deville upon his shoulder, running into the corner post of the ring, crushing the champion against it!
David West: Why is the referee allowing this! The "Feral Messiah" is using the ring as a weapon!
Terry Sanders: Because this is Supremacy and most of all for the PSW Phantomweight World championship.
David West: True…
Dread Wolf slides in and out of the ring once again breaking the count, before going back to Donny Deville. He picks him up from the mat, but Deville pushes him away, slamming Dread Wolf into the apron. Deville follows up with a kick to the midsection as he pulls Dread Wolf's head between his legs. Deville gets ready to flip him over...but Dread Wolf lands a sunset flip piledriver onto concrete!
Terry Sanders: What a career-ender that was.
Referee Emilie Rose is still counting them out in the ring, Donny Deville picks up Dread Wolf's limp body, rolling him in as he climbs in after him, and goes for the pin referee Emilie Rose moves in for the count.
ONE…
TWO…
THR..
David West: NO KICKOUT just in time by the "Feral Messiah"!
Furious, Donny Deville gets up and starts to stomp down onto Dread Wolf, hitting a few Curb Stomps. Deville pulls Dread Wolf to his feet, pulling his head down between his knees, signaling for one last big move...but Dread Wolf springs to action, flipping the champ over his head! Deville hits the mat but is quickly back up, as Dread Wolf takes him down with a clothesline. Again, Deville springs back up but ducks the clothesline this time. He spins around to kick Dread Wolf, but his leg is caught! Dread Wolf taunts him, before pushing the leg away spinning Deville around on the spot. Before grabbing ahold of him setting him up for a spike piledriver!
David West: This match is getting better by the minute.
Terry Sanders: Both men are destroying each other, taking chapters from each other's book!
Dread Wolf now reaches across pulling Deville's leg up for the pin, as the crowd chants along with referee Emilie Rose as she counts…
ONE…
TWO…
THREE...
Terry Sanders: NO, "Devilish" has his foot on the rope! The ref didn’t count the three!
David West: I can’t handle this right now, these two are crazy.
Terry Sanders: There won’t be anything left of these two men by the end of the match!
Dread Wolf climbs to his feet, visibly exhausted and frustrated. He pulls Donny Deville up to a standing position, but Deville lashes out with a weak right cross to the jaw of Dread Wolf. But Dread Wolf fires back with several rights of his own before nailing a massive Hammerlock Lariat.
David West: "DREADED BLADE", "DREADED BLADE", "DREADED BLADE".
Dread Wolf rushes to the nearest ring post jumping to the top rope as he delivers an Implosion 450 as he hooks the legs of the champion referee Emilie Rose slides in for the count.
David West: He just hit the "HUNTERS MOON"!
Terry Sanders: This has to be it.
One...
Two...
Three...
Terry Sanders: He's done it, he's done it.
David West: Dread Wolf is the new champion.
Terry Sanders: I still can't believe it, let us go to Bonnie Jenkins for the official word.
Bonnie Jenkins: Ladies and gentlemen your winner and NEW PHANTOMWEIGHT WORLD CHAMPION "THE FERAL MESSIAH" DREAD WOLF!!!
The mysterious stranger is seen in a foggy port with only the beams of light on his running car are able to pierce. Another set of two lights and the sound of car breaks break up the moment. The mysterious stranger tosses the case in front of new addition and simply drives off. The cameraman stays and out from the car, leaning down to pick up his prize is a smiling Johhny Bulldog.
"Undeniable" by Seckond Chaynce begins to play as the lights dim. The crowds boos as they know The Prince of Pain is about to come out. As the music kicks up, Michael Storm breaks through from behind the curtain. As he jumps out, he takes a moment to have a full view of his audience. He seems… out of it, feverish- eyes snapping around him, sweating heavily with each moment. Michael Storm takes off his shirt and throws it into the crowd lazily as he turns back to the ring in front of him. Storm stumbles down the line toward the ring. He circles around the ring once and doesn’t even pay attention to the fans in the front row. He then enters the ring and jumps up and leans against the ropes, eyes seeming barely focused. The referee checks him out, a bit confused and unsure if Storm is able to compete.
Hawke: And here he is, the Prince of Pain! Coming hot off beating the former longest reigning AWF Prestige Champion, Chris Card. Speaking of Prestige Champions, he’s out here tonight looking to become the champ by beating Seth Dillinger!
King: Yeah, yeah. That’s good and all, but.. Look at him for a second. Does he, uh.. Does he look able to wrestle tonight?
Hawke: Now that you’ve mentioned it, he looks… not at one-hundred percent tonight. Did he get checked up on by a doctor, at least? Is he cleared to compete?
King: Well, we’re sure about to find out!
"Aw, fuck yo' headphone!"
"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.
Hawke: Speaking of the Prestige Champion! Here he is!
King: He and his stable, LGBT, have had one helluva 2019!
Hawke: ..You mean LGBTKO.
King: Huh? What does the KO stand for?
Hawke: ..Ya know, knockout?
King: ...Oh. ANYWAYS! This man right here pinned the seemingly unbeatable Hyperion-
Hawke: Ryan Young beat Hyperion a few weeks earlier.
King: Are you going to keep correcting me?
Hawke: Yep, King. I sure am.
Seth steps into his respective corner, eyeing Storm cautiously. Unsure of how to react to the state he’s in. Storm moves into his corner, seemingly already tired and sweating bullets as he leans in. The referee motions for them both to step forward.
Bonnie Jenkins: Ladies and Gentlemen, the following contest is an AWF Prestige Title Match! Scheduled for one fall!
Audience: ONE FALL!
Bonnie Jenkins: Introducing first, the challenger.. He is from Brooklyn, New York! He weighs 221 pounds and stands at 6’2”. He is the PRINCE of PAIN, MICHAEL STOOOOOOORM!
Storm stands seemingly out of it, not paying any attention to the following boos or giving any hint of a reaction whatsoever. Just his eyes focused on Seth. Seth is visibly wary of Storm, taking him very seriously. The tension could be cut with a knife.
Bonnie Jenkins: Introducing second, the champion! He is from Philadelphia, Pennyslvania! He weighs 215 pounds and stands at 6’0”... SETH DILLLLLINGEEEERRRRRRRRRRRRRR!
The crowd cheers for the party boy.
He looks around, soaking in the crowd’s positivity. This seems to irritate- no, infuriate Storm, the way the audience reacts to Seth. But he stays still. The referee takes the golden belt from Seth’s hands, who looks at it for one more good time. The referee then walks over to Storm, showing him the golden Prestige title. The referee then walks into the middle of the ring, raising the belt high- And the belt ri- STORM RUSHES OUT OF THE CORNER AND HITS SETH WITH THE TERMINATION PROJECTILE! THE CROWD ERUPTS INTO CHAOS OF SHOCK AND SURPRISE!
Hawke: OH MY GOD!
King: THIS ALREADY MIGHT BE OVER!
SETH IS DOWN AND DAZED, THE FEVERISH STORM QUICKLY GOES DOWN AND HOOKS THE LEG FOR A PIN! THE REFEREE DROPS DOWN!
ONE!
TW- KICKOUT!
Hawke: AND DILLINGER KICKS OUT!
King: Is he alright?!
Storm quickly gets up, stumbling around and breathing heavily. He quickly grabs the referee by the throat and pushes him into the corner. Yelling at him. The crowd boos, and the referee definitely isn’t having it- He yells at Storm to let go of him or he’ll be disqualified. Storm reluctantly backs off, gritting his teeth with an unhinged rage as he carelessly grabs Seth by the hair and raises him up.
Hawke: If Storm keeps up like that, he’ll lose the match by disqualification!
King: What is wrong with him?!
Hawke: I wish I knew!
He quickly wraps an arm around Seth’s neck and lifts him up for a snap suplex back onto the mat! Seth goes down with a thud, holding his head! Storm rebounds off the ropes and drops a leg across Seth’s throat! He picks the champion up and viciously tosses him out of the ring. He picks up, grumbling insane nonsense under his breath- Seemingly talking to himself as he picks up Seth AND DROPS HIM NECK FIRST ONTO A BARRICAD!
Hawke: Brutal!
King: If he keeps up like that, he’ll crush his windpipes!
Hawke: ...Maybe that’s the point! Setting him up for the 52 Seconds of Hell!
The referee begins the count. ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
FOUR!
Seth nearly falls over and holds his throat, coughing violently. The crowd boos- and Storm starts yelling for them to shut up, grabbing his head as if they were all voices that he wanted to tune out. He paced back and forth, growing increasingly angrier as he then kicks Seth in the side! The champion yells out in pain, but Storm isn’t finished. He picks up Seth in powerbomb position AND THROWS HIM INTO ANOTHER BARRICADE! Seth crumples to the mat, holding his back in agony.
Hawke: He can’t win the title if he or Dillinger gets counted out tonight!
King: Right, he has to remember he’s gotta pin him..! But something tells me he really just wants to beat the hell out of ‘em first.
FIVE!
SIX!
SEVEN!
Storm quickly rolls under the bottom rope, then rolls back out- Resetting the count as he walks toward the hurt Seth. He picks him up and heads towards the announcer table.
ONE!
TWO!
Hawke: What is he doing over h-
Storm: MOVE OUT OF MY <censored> WAY!
Without hesitation, Hawke and King quickly move. Storm’s head snaps around, as if he feels something breathing on his neck- But no one’s near him. His eyes are paranoid as he looks around. Gritting his teeth with deep breaths as he begins screaming while knocking everything off the announcer table.
THREE!
FOUR!
FIVE!
Hawke: I don’t think I like where this is going.
King: Me neither…
Storm pulls Seth onto the table, as well as himself. He picks Seth up, holding him in.. TOMBSTONE POSITION. THE CROWD REALIZES WHAT HE’S GOING FOR AND SCREAMS!
Hawke: WAIT-!
King: DON’T-!
THUNDER STRIKE! STORM DROPS SETH DOWN WITH THE THUNDER STRIKE ONTO THE TABLE! IT COLLASPES IN ON ITSELF FROM THE WEIGHT OF BOTH MEN, AND THEY CRASH DOWN! SETH CRASHES DOWN HARD AND HIS BODY GOES LIMP!
SIX!
Storm begins to stir.. Seth is completely laid out. Storm slowly stands, grabbing Seth by the arm and heading back to the ...steps..? He throws Seth head first onto the steel steps, and searches under the ring. The referee stops counting and climbs out of the ring, trying to see what the wild Storm is up to-.. STORM PULLS OUT A CHAIr! THE REFEREE TELLS HIM TO DROP IT AS HE WALKS TOWARD SETH! HE RAISES THE CHAIR, ABOUT TO CRUSH SETH’S HEAD, BUT THE REFEREE QUICKLY PULLS IT AWAY AND TELLS HIM TO GET HIM BACK IN THE RING!
Hawke: HE WAS GONNA KILL HIM!
King: I think he’s completely lost his mind..
Storm reluctantly does so and goes for the pin slowly.
ONE!
TW- KICKOUT!
Hawke: He kicked out earlier this time!
King: Dillinger’s coming to!
Storm looks around him and begins.. Yelling? Yelling at ..the air, seemingly enraged. He walks over to the top rope and begins violently shaking it, then holding his head- Trying to calm down. The crowd isn’t sure how to react, and neither is the referee. Seth begins to stir slowly, reaching out to move into the corner and help himself up, panting heavily. Storm sees him stirring and rushes at him wildly! Seth kicks him back, lifting both his feet into Storm’s chest!
Hawke: What a counter!
King: He could see him coming a mile away!
Seth quickly runs forward and jumps up, grabbing Storm by the neck and dropping him with a Flatliner! Seth then rolls over and kips up, holding his jaw with a wince! The crowd claps in response as he beckons for Storm to get up! Storm slowly gets up on one knee, holding his mouth- Seth rebounds off the ropes and jumps up, catching Storm with both of his legs and throwing him with a hurricanrana! Storm flies over and goes out of the ring.
Hawke: Looks like he’s getting back into this!
King: But can he keep it up to deal with Storm who’s gone mad?
Seth rebounds off of the ropes once more, running to the top rope and- DIVING CROSSBODY OUT OF THE RING INTO STORM! THEY BOTH FLY INTO THE BARRICADE, STORM GOING BACK FIRST! Seth holds his stomach, grimacing in pain from the impact of performing the move! THE CROWD YELLS!
Hawke: That took him out!
King: It looks like it also has taken a bit out of Seth as well!
Seth quickly grabs Storm and rolls him back into the ring, climbing inside as well. Waiting for Storm to get up once more- He runs to the ropes and handsprings off of them!
Hawke: HE’S GOING FOR THE SOUTH PHILLY STUNNER!
BUT STORM QUICKLY JUMPS UP AND CATCHES SETH IN THE BACK WITH A BACKSTABBER! SETH PRACTICALLY BOUNCES OFF OF HIS KNEES AND WRITHES IN PAIN!
King: WHAT A COUNTER!
He quickly gets Seth up and irish whips him to the ropes, once Seth bounces off of them- Storm catches him with a SLINGSHOT BRIDGING GERMAN SUPLEX, SETH LANDS RIGHT ON HIS NECK!
ONE!
TWO!
THR-
AND AGAIN, SETH KICKS OUT!
Hawke: The resiliency of this man!
King: He IS the champion for a reason!
STORM IS LIVID! HE STARTS SWINGING at… the air?
Hawke: What is going on with him?
King: I sure as hell dunno. But he’s out of control.
He then mounts ontop of Seth and begins RAINING DOWN ON HIM WITH PURE FISTS! THE REFEREE TRIES TO MAKE HIM STOP, BUT HE REFUSES! THE REFEREE STARTS COUNTING!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
FOUR!- The referee stops counting and begins pulling on Storm’s arm! Storm wildy SWINGS AT THE REFEREE WITH A NASTY FIST OUT OF MERE DELIRIOUS REFLEX AND KNOCKS HIM OUT COLD! THE CROWD BOOS LOUDLY, AS STORM SLOWLY GETS UP TO REALIZE WHAT HE’S DONE! But it gives Seth enough time to get on his knees and try to get away! Storm reaches for his neck- THE CROWD SCREAMS AS THEY REALIZE HE’S GOING FOR THE 52 SECONDS OF HELL-! But Seth elbows him away! Seth turns around to face him and- NEON CRASH, SLAMMING STORM DOWN! THE CROWD GETS EVEN MORE EXCITED! Storm sits up, reaching out- Barely conscious. Seth hits him with a basement dropkick to the back! Then somersaults forward AND HITS THE SOUTH PHILLY STUNNER- BUT THE REFEREE’S UNCONSCIOUS! Seth quickly scrambles to wake the referee up, but and he barely awakens! Seth goes for the pin!
ONE- WHAT THE HELL?! STORM KICKS OUT AT ONE, EVEN STANDS UP- BARELY ABLE TO STAY UP ON HIS LEGS AS HE STUMBLES AROUND! SETH IS SHOCKED! THE REFEREE IS SHOCKED! THE CROWD IS SHOCKED! SETH DROPS HIM BACK DOWN WITH A PICTURE PERFECT DROPSAULT, SENDING STORM DOWN WITH BOTH OF HIS FEET WHILE FLIPPING OVER INTO THE MOONSAULT LANDING! Seth gets up and yells- raising a fist! He’s feeling it, the crowd cheers behind him!
Crowd: DIL-LIN-GER! DIL-LIN-GER! DI-LIN-GER!
Storm gets up and recklessly charges at Seth-! He jumps over him, and Storm runs right into the turnbuckles! Seth cartwheels forward and BOUNCES INTO STORM WITH AN ELBOW! Storm tumbles out of the corner, barely standing as Seth climbs onto the top rope. Storm turns to him, but it’s too late-! SETH DIVES IN WITH A SATELLITE DDT, SPIKING STORM HEADFIRST INTO THE MAT! He then quickly climbs back up the top turnbuckle and goes for ACID RAIN-!
Hawke: HE’S GOT EM!
King: WAIT A SECOND, NO HE DOESN-T!
STORM ROLLS OUT OF THE WAY AT THE LAST SECOND! SETH CRASHES DOWN HARD ONTO THE MAT- BUT STORM QUICKLY GOES TO HIM AND LOCKS IN TBE 52 SECONDS OF HELL! THE REFEREE QUICKLY MOVES OVER TO SETH, ASKING HIM IF HE WANTS TO GIVE UP BUT HE REFUSES! HOWEVER, THE LIGHT IN HIS EYES IS SLOWLY FADING AS STORM SQUEEZES HIS NECK AND SHAKES HIM AROUND! SETH’S EYES BEGIN TO CLOSE, HIS STRUGGLING EXPRESSION STARTS TO FADE, HE’S GOING TO SLEEP. THE REF RAISES HIS ARM AND IT FALLS BACK LIMP. HE LIFTS IT AGAIN, AND IT FALLS BACK LIMP ONCE MORE. FOR ONE LAST TIME, HE LIFTS HIS ARM
Crowd: DIL-LIN-GER! DIL-LIN-GER! DIL-LIN-GER!
Seth’s eyes snap back open. His arm stays up, hand clenched into a fist! Storm tries to squeeze his neck even harder!
Crowd: DIL-LIN-GER!
SETH STARTS TO SLOWLY MOVE, GRABBING STORM’S ARM AND PULLING IT FROM HIS THROAT! STORM IS SHOCKED!
Crowd: DIL-LIN-GER!
SETH PRIES STORM’S HANDS FROM HIS NECK, AND ARM DRAGS HIM OFF- SLAMMING STORM INTO THE MAT!
Hawke: The crowd’s energy keeps him going!
King: I can’t believe it-! He refused to be put to sleep!
Hawke: It’s called the power of love and positivity, King!
Storm quickly scrambles to get back up- BUT SETH KIPS UP, AND CATCHES HIM WITH THE HURRICANRANA-! HE SENDS THE PRINCE OF PAIN FORWARD, LANDING NECK FIRST ONTO THE MIDDLE RIP! THE CROWD POPS AS SETH GETS UP AND REALIZES WHAT HE HAS TO DO NEXT! HE RUNS FORWARD, AND SWINGS HIS FEET BETWEEN THE TOP AND MIDDLE ROPE- TIGER FEINT KICK TO STORM’S FACE!
Hawke: TWO-ONE-FIVE!
King: That means..!
Seth stalks him and SLINGSHOTS himself back into the ring- He somersaults mid-air, running to them again as Storm stands stunned with his back turned and- SOUTH PHILLY STUNNER! STORM HITS THE MAT BUT SLOWLY GETS BACK UP ONTO HIS KNEES!
Hawke: HE’S GOING FOR IT AGAIN!
SETH SPRINGBOARDS OFF THE ROPES AGAIN, ANOTHER SOUTH PHILLY STUNNER WITH SO MUCH IMPACT THAT STORM DOES A BACKFLIP AND SPRAWLS OUT AGAINST THE MAT! THE CROWD IS LOSING THEIR MIND, BUT SETH CLIMBS UP TO THE TOP TURNBUCKLE!
Hawke: AND NOW HE’S LOOKING FOR THE EXCLAMATION POINT!
King: HERE IT COMES!
SETH JUMPS OFF THE TOP ROPE- ACID RAIN ONTO STORM, AND HE PRACTICALLY LAYS ON TOP OF HIM FOR THE COVER!
ONE!
TWO!
THREEEEEE!
AND SETH DILLINGER HAS DONE IT!
Hawke: THE PRESTIGE CHAMPION HAS RETAINED!
King: WHAT A MATCH!
Seth crawls slowly to the ropes to support himself as the Prestige Championship is handed back to its rightful owner. He holds the title and falls on his knees, staring at it as the crowd chants his name again and again. Storm sluggishly rolls out of the ring and falls onto the floor.
Soon enough, the retaining tag team championships come from the entrance, Ryan Young and Bloodied Fox. Seth smiles in their direction as they come into the ring, smiling back at him. The trio had gone through a lot this show, but managed to keep the gold. All of three of them raise each other’s hands while raising the titles each individual carry.
Hawke is seen standing atop the cage, in his formal suit and with a microphone with the XHF logo in hand.
Hawke: Folks, a word before we move on. We have fulfilled our commercial and sponsership obligations for the evening. The following contest will be broadcasted to you, commercial free and ad free! With that said, it's MAIN EVENT TIME!
Bonnie Jenkins: The following contest is scheduled for ONE FALL, and is the main event of the evening! And it is for the XHF X*Crown Championship! Introducing first-
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. The tron shows images of his victories over Alexis Grace, Duke Kosloff, Ai Moe, and Jeremiah Vastrix all split screen one per corner all in his signature 'Death Trap' Dragon Clutch finisher. It then flashes to him holding the EOD 2019 briefcase over his head
"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.
Bonnie Jenkins: From Seattle Washington, he is the 2019 End of Days briefcase winner, representing MCCW; "The Main Attraction" DEATH TRAP!
"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 hoisting his briefcase over his head to show off as he walks. 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 looks at his briefcase, kisses it and hands it to the referee before stretching on the ropes and waiting for his opponents.
King: Death Trap is a former X*Crown Champion, and with that End of Days briefcase he's looking join an exclusive club of two-time champs!
Hawke: Rat Bastard started that club when DT suffered a neck injury in 2004 and he beat Mueller for the belt. Hardcore Harry joined him five years later, and was the last X*Crown champ of the decade and of the XHF!
King: In the span of 15 months from July 2018 to October 2019, three more men joined that club. Jack Diamond, Seth Dillenger and Bobby Barratt each won the belt twice. Will Death Trap be the 6th man to join that club?
Hawke: Well he has some rather rough competition to get through. Such as...
Feuer Frei! by Rammstein plays and Mike Lio comes through the curtain. The current Destiny Wrestling Shooting Star Champion is all business as he marches to the ring, walking to his corner and leaning up against it, waiting for his opponents to enter the fray.
Bonnie Jenkins: In the ring at this time, standing at 6'5 and weighing 250 pounds. He hails from Tokyo Japan but resides in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. Representing Destiny Wrestling, he is "The Lion" Mike Lio!
Hawke: Destiny has a history of sending stellar competition for the X*Crown. Last Night of Champions, Subject #42 was the man to bring the belt to what the internet is calling "the alt-feds." The companies that aren't as cookie cutter as AWF, who has held a dominant grasp on the X*Crown for a few years now.
Der Kommissar by After the Fire plays over the PA system, as Zoran Sainovic pushes through the backstage curtains all business. It's hard not to walk in sync with this music, but the speed with which Sainovic stalks down the aisle almost feels unnatural. The crowd jeer. Reach out to tug or slap him. Throw garbage. Even as beer splashes his three piece suit, Kommissar Z ignores the trash, keeping his hateful eyes fixed on the ring. As he arrives at ringside, he neatly folds his coat, handing it to a PA. Making his way up the steel steps, Sainovic rolls back his sleeves.
Bonnie Jenkins: And now having entered the ring, standing at 6'1 and weighing 242 pounds. He hails from Belgrade, Serbia. Representing SWAT, he is Zoran Sainovic!
Hawke: And here is the "Kommissar Z" of Syndicate Wrestling and Tradition! SWAT has been on the rise after Zoran took out Blake Luthor of PHI. Imagine the explosion for SWAT if he were to bring the crown home with him after tonight.
With the three challengers in the ring, the crowd knows who's next.
The remixed version of "Inception" begins to play as the lights go to a purple shade, the fans beginning to clap to the beat as the lights begin to spiral around the arena. Once the beat kicks in, all the lights start to strobe onto the stage where the X*Crown Champion stands with his customized Championship belt around his waist and his arms stretched out wide.
King: HE'S HERE!
Hawke: THE X*CROWN CHAMPION IS IN THE HOUSE!
Bonnie Jenkins: Introducing the final competitor of the match, the defending X*Crown Champion! From Wexford Ireland, weighing 195 pounds, MAAAAAAAAAVERICKKK!
He unstraps the belt from around his waist and begins to make his way down to the ring. Upon making it to ringside, he circles around the ring as if stalking his opponent. He climbs up the steps and walks along the apron, brushing his feet along the apron before entering through the middle ropes. He lays the title down onto the mat and raises his hand up high with a singular spotlight shining down onto him. Once he lowers his hand, he places his championship in the hands of the referee and mentally prepares himself for the hell he's about to endure.
Lego Minefield Deathmatch for the X*Crown Championship
"The Main Attraction" Death Trap [MCCW/EOD Cash-In] vs "The Lion" Mike Lio [DW] vs "Kommissar Z" Zoran Sainovic [SWAT] vs "The Greatest X*Crown Champion of the Decade" Maverick© [AWF]
The bell rings and Maverick immediately charges at Death Trap. These two had quite the history in MCCW and Maverick is NOT ready to be embarrassed yet again by the Main Attraction! Zoran and Mike Lio go toe to toe as the two goliaths tower go to war! Mike Lio begins to put boots to asses on Zoran and Maverick clotheslines Death Trap on the legos. He is the first to fall into the legos and cringes in pain! Mav gingerly steps down, stepping all over legos and grimacing, before reaching under the ring and pulling out the first weapon of the match.
King: What's he got?
Hawke: Looks liiiiike... it's long, and made of Legos.
King: ...no shi... er... <sigh>
Hawke: It's a baseball bat! A lego baseball bat!
Mav raises the bat above his head, and he SMASHES IT OVER DEATH TRAP'S BACK! The bat connects, but it also shatters into a million pieces. Maverick looks down in disappointment, and DT slumps over.
Meanwhile, Lio has Zoran cornered. He nails a few quick jabs, then runs to the opposite corner, pushing off the turnbuckles. What he attempts to do doesn't matter as ZORAN TURNS HIM INSIDE OUT WITH A...
King/Hawke: LAAAAAARIATTO!
With Lio downed, Zoran runs to the same turnbuckle, pushes off, and hops for a HEADBUTT! LIO IS REELING!
Hawke: Oh, how the turntables!
Zoran raises an arm, but gets hit with THE DEATH STAR! THE MOTHERFUCKING LEGO DEATH STAR SHATTERS ACROSS HIS BACK AS MAVERICK INAUDIBLY SHOUTS SOMETHING! WE DON'T HEAR IT BECAUSE THE ROARS FOR THE APPEARANCE OF A DEATH STAR BRINGS ON MANY CHEERS!
King: This isn't basketball! Stop being a beached whale and get in there and work on retaining your title Mav!
Hawke: Star Wars is cool though.
Maverick keeps reaching under the ring, pulling out more weapons. A sack, a statue of Mongo, and a small house all appear. But a hand pulls back Mav's hair, and a snarling Death Trap... well, snarls in his face. He yanks Mav back into the legos, and does a standing senton ONTO MAV! MAV CRIES OUT BUT THEN MIKE LIO, WHO RECOVERED IN RING, DOES A SWANTON BOMB OFF THE TOP ONTO DT AND MAV!
King: It's a party out here!
Hawke: Yeah, an anti-Mav party. I'm loving it.
DT and Mike Lio high five-but Lio pulls DT in! Shoulder block against the ring post and DT climbs onto the apron. Lio falls suit and kicks him in the gut. He looks at the lego house on the floor and grins, and lifts DT in a piledriver position. But before he can jump, Zoran spears Lio and DT! They all fall into the giant Lego house with a loud crash!
King: GOOD GOD ALMIGHTY, THEY'RE DEAD!
Maverick stirs from the dogpile on him and sees the men scattered in lego house. He sprints over, the adrenaline pulsing through his feet as he runs over and pins Zoran!
ONE...
KICKOUT!
He rolls over and pins Mike Lio.
ONE...
TW-KICKOUT!
Frustrated, he scrambles to Death Trap! Surely this will be how he secures the win!
ONE...
TWO...
THR-KICKOUT!
Mav punches the brick house, and immediately regrets it! He holds his hand and rolls away, as the three who he just tried to pin begin to stir.
King: A high intensity match! So much on the line here! WOOOOO!
Hawke: Please don't start chopping people.
Zoran is the first to his feet, grabbing Mav and ready to inflict some real damage. He begins by pinning Mav against the apron and rubbing his forearm across the face of the champ. Mav pushes him off but suffers a low blow for his efforts. He keels over, and Zoran pulls out a lego bottle. He pulls off the top and there's actually a drink inside! He finishes it off quickly, and smashes the bottle over Mav's head!
Mike Lio picks up DT, screaming about he's not finished with him yet! He picks up a lego recreation of a wrestling belt and smashes it over the back of DT's head! DT stumbles and shakes the cobwebs, and charges at Lio with a SPEAR! DT SPEARS LIO AND THEY BOTH FALL ONTO MORE LEGOS! TRAP LIFTS LIO UP, CUTTER ON THE FLOOR! CUT THE STRINGS, CUT THE STRINGS! TRAP MAKES A COVER ON LIO AND ZORAN SEES THIS!
ONE...
TRAP ROLLS OFF AND ZORAN SPLASHES ON LIO!
DT AND ZORAN ARE FACE TO FACE, TWO AGE-OLD LEGENDS MEETING OFFICIALLY FOR THE FIRST TIME. ZORAN STRIKES FIRST, A STRAIGHT PUNCH TO THE JAW. DEATH TRAP COUNTERS, A STIFF CHOP TO THE CHEST! PUNCH! CHOP! JAW! CHEST! ZORAN! DEATH TRAP!
Crowd: BOO! YEAH! BOO! YEAH! BOO! BOO! BOO!
Zoran begins a series of jabs to Death Trap, who stumbles back with each one! JAB JAB JAB! Here come Lio and Maverick! In to take out the trash! Lio takes a shot at DT who ducks! Lio clotheslines Zoran who gets knocked silly! Maverick charges and dropkicks Lio! He stumbles into DT who gets tripped up!
Mav walks to the barrier, where a few fans holding signs with MCCW signage on them. The fans shake them in his face, and Maverick TAKES THE MCCW SIGNS AND RIPS THEM UP! THE FANS BOO HIM VICIOUSLY!
Crowd: TRAAITOR! TRAAAAAAITOR! FUUUUUUCK YOU! FUUUUUUUCK YOU!
King: Master Class loyals holding back nothing against Mav!
Hawke: Can you blame them? He lived a life of luxury in MCCW and threw it all away the second AWF offered him a contract!
Death Trap, who is quick to return to his feet, watches this all go down and picks up a giant hammer. He swings at Mav who ducks. He sees Zoran charging him but DT doesn't, he swings again and Mav ducks! DT NAILS ZORAN WITH THE HAMMER AND ZORAN IS KNOCKED OUT!
King: Not exactly the aimed for target, but not a swing and a miss either!
Mav is keeled over, and as Death Trap stands over him HE SOCKS DT IN THE JAW! AS DT YELPS HE TAKES A HANDFUL OF LEGOS AND SHOVES THEM IN DT'S MOUTH! BEFORE THE MAIN ATTRACTION CAN REACT-
King/Hawke: ICONKIIIIIIICK!
Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!
Death Trap crumples, blood pouring from his mouth. He spits out legos, all tainted with his blood, and a tooth or two as well, and Maverick drives his elbow into DT's head before lifting him up...
Hawke: KINGDOM COLLAPSE! RIGHT INTO STORM ZERO!
Maverick rolls DT over, hooking a leg.
King: MAVERICK'S GOING TO RETAIN THE TITLE RIGHT HERE RIGHT NOW!
ONE...
TWO...
BROKEN UP BY MIKE LIO!
MIKE LIO PICKS UP MAVERICK, AND ROOOOOAR OF THE LION! DRIVES HIM HEADFIRST INTO LEGOS, BECAUSE LEGOS ARE EVERYWHERE DUH! BEFORE A PIN CAN TAKE PLACE, ZORAN STARTS TO SIT UP! LIO DOESN'T LIKE THIS SO HE GRABS ZORAN AND DRAGS HIM OVER TO THE LAKE IN THE BUILDING! HE IRISH WHIPS HIM... ZORAN REVERSES! LIO FLIES INTO THE LAKE!
King: Someone keep the temperature reasonable so Mike Lio doesn't literally freeze to death!
Hawke: Destiny would be furious if we sent home their Shooting Star Champion in a pine box! Especially with his title defense next week!
King: Wouldn't be the first time someone died in DW...
Back in the ring, Maverick is down to a knee and DT is running the ropes... BREAKDOWN! NO! MAV TRIPS HIM! HE SITS UP, BICYCLE KNEE STRIKE! HE RUNS THE ROPES AS DT SITS UP AGAIN... ASSASSIN'S BLADE! HE LIFTS DT UP...
King/Hawke: INFINTY DRIVERRRR!
Before he can make a pin, Zoran lifts him up for a dosage of THE PAIN! HE DROPS MAV RIGHT ON DT! AS MAVERICK ROLLS AWAY, ZORAN COVERS DT! THIS IS FOR THE X*CROWN CHAMPIONSHIP!
ONE...
TWO...
KICKOUT! KICKOUT WITH AUTHORITY! DEATH TRAP IS SOMEHOW STILL IN THIS!
King: How?! How how how?!
Hawke: No clue King! That Death Trap is like a sports car with a hundred gallon engine!
Death Trap slowly pulls himself up, spitting blood at Zoran. He mouths to him, "I can do this all day" while putting his fists up! The crowd roars for the defiant, heartfelt fight by DT! Zoran roars but is caught by Mike Lio who nails him with a slingshot spear!
Hawke: PAYBACK FOR WHEN ZORAN SPEARED LIO EARLIER!
Lio turns to Death Trap, dragging a thumb over his throat, signalling the end of DT, but is taken out by a QUESTION MARK KICK FROM MAV!
King: Perhaps to late rival Chris Card with that move?
And just like it started, these two are face to face again. The former MCCW talent and former MCCW World Heavyweight Champion square up, talking smack in each other's faces. Then, the fists begin flying!
Crowd: LET'S GO MAVERICK! LET'S GO DEATH TRAP! FUCK YOU MAVERICK! LET'S GO DEATH TRAP!
King: The crowd is very focused on how it views Death Trap, but is quite split on the views of Maverick.
Hawke: He betrayed MCCW to go back to those rat bastards in AWF, of course the MCCW locals are going to be livid!
Trap and Mav trade blows, before DT throws Mav out of the ring! They continue to brawl past the downed Zoran, the wet Lio, all the way to a tall metal structure. Mav bicycle kicks DT and begins to scale it like a monkey. DT is slow to pursue, but pursues none the less. He makes it to the top and notices they're about 20 or 30 feet above the ring. Thankfully, DT doesn't fear heights (I hope). He slowly balances himself and chases down Mav, who hovers right above a much lower spot above the ring.
King: This will only end in trouble, I can feel it!
Hawke: Someone's gonna take a bad landing. Check out Mike Lio!
Mike Lio has gotten out of the lake and is going to town on the ring. Millions of legos are spread around the ring, and he's lined the whole ring with multiple lego tables. Two layers of tables, mind you. Where did this insane man find the time to set this up? We won't question it. He gingerly distributes his weight and is able to walk along the fortified tables, to a spot where he can easily pull himself up to the scaffolding.
DT and Mav battle on top of the scaffolding, both teetering. It may only be about 6 or 8 feet above the ring now, after Lio's shenanigans, but the mass pile of legos and Lego tables is daunting. Death Trap gains control and hooks Mav up for a superplex. Mav hooks DT's leg, he's not budging. Lio runs over to DT, and drops an ax handle on Mav. He nods to DT, and hooks Mav's other arm over his shoulders. But Zoran runs up under the group, not even flinching as the legos creak under his feet, and grabs Lio and Death Trap's feet. He pulls them for a powerbomb, as Lio and DT try to superplex Mav.
King: TOWER. OF.
Hawke: DOOOOOOOOOOOM!
Everything comes crashing down, crumbling. Mav takes the worse of it, going through two tables and onto an almost infinite amount of legos. He screams, but doesn't notice that something is going on. Zoran is pinning him!
ONE...
TWO...
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THREE!
Crowd: HOLY SHIT! LET'S GO SWAT! HOLY SHIT! LET'S GO SWAT!
Bonnie Jenkins: Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of this match and NEW X*Crown Champion! The "Kommissar Z," ZORAAAAAAAAAAAN SAAAAAAAAINOVIIIIIIIIC!
Hawke: ZORAN DID IT! ZORAN HAS OFFICIALLY PUT SWAT ON THE XHF MAP AND SOLIDIFIED HIMSELF AS ONE OF THE GREATEST WRESTLERS OF THIS GENERATION!
King: THE SO-CALLED BEST X*CROWN CHAMPION OF THE DECADE HAS BEEN UPSET! THE UPSET OF THE DECADE IN XHF!
Hawke: Folks, as much as we'd love to mull over this career-defining win, our air-time has run out! Thanks to everyone who showed up tonight, live and watching on TV! Congrats to all the winners. Enjoy yourselves. This has been, SUPREMACY!
We close the show on Zoran Sainovic, a man who one month ago set out with a mission to prove to the XHF Universe that SWAT belonged, that SWAT was here to stay. And now, the commissioner of SWAT could call himself the 40th ever X*Crown Champion.
