The AWF Presents: Road to Victory 3 - LIVE from Biloxi, MS!
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Live from The Mississippi Coast Coliseum in Biloxi, Mississippi
March 7th, 2020
Capacity: 10,000
Road to Victory opens with a roar of applause from the ten thousand people within The Mississippi Coast Coliseum in Biloxi, Mississippi. The cameras pan through the crowd, filled with signs. They're cheering, hooting and hollering as they're ready for some great wrestling. The camera stops at both Cassius Romano and Tommy Taylor, the two AWF commentators.
Taylor: Thank you one and thank you all for coming to AWF's very own Road to Victory This is our third ever Road to Victory and if it's like any of our supershows, it will be even greater than the last! My name is Tommy Taylor!
Romano: And I'm Cassius Romano! You're right! We have an AMAZING show for you this evening! We have the return of Rat Bastard to the XHF Phoenix Championship number one contender's match, against new AWF wrestler Sylvester Calvin, Xialong and from SWAT, Terrasque!
Taylor: A new AWF member, Cross Recoba, takes on Joe Nobody as well as Arron Ryan taking on Devon Ryker!
Romano: Kuroi also settles a score with returning Roy Harlowe. Last show, Kuroi beat Roy and invited him into Legion, but was met with a spit full of venom and an underhanded assault!
Taylor: Speaking of assault, LGBTKO's Ryan Young assaulted Bobby Barratt last show for his attack to bring back The Icons and depart himself from that faction. They're settling it tonight!
Romano: Speaking of settling, we have our United States Champonship to settle! Vincent Draven and Bloodied Fox made it to the finals to join the number one contender, Johnathan Mills, for a good old fashioned three way!
Taylor: And perhaps most sinister of all, Natasha is challenging Seth Dillinger for the AWF Prestige Championship. But things have gotten personal. Natasha has captured Seth's boyfriend, Dennis, and has indoctrinated him into this SINISTER CULT!
Romano: We could talk about it, or we could witness how these contenders collide. Everyone, let's enjoy the show!
Michael Sweet's "Shine" hits the speakers and the rumble of a motorcycle can be heard. Sylvester "The Prophesier" Calvin appears at the top of the entrance ramp on his custom Harley Davidson motorcycle, revving it a few times before driving down to the ring.
Jessie Love: The following contest is a four way match for the first contendership to the XHF Phoenix Championship! Introducing first... from Patmos Island City, Greece... weighing 325 pounds... THE PROPHESIER... SYLVEEESTER.... CAAAALVIN!
Calvin finishes his entrance by riding down the ramp and turning off the motorcycle, climbing the steps into the ring.
Romano: That's an obnoxious way to make an entrance.
Taylor: Well it's something I've never seen before, anyway! Sylvester Calvin is wrestling his debut match with AWF, so a lot of eyes are gonna be on him.
Through Fire's "All Animal" hits the speakers as Tarrasque strides out to the top of the ramp without much pomp or circumstance.
Jessie Love: ...and his opponent... from Parts Unknown... weighing 375 pounds... "THE BEAST" TARRASQUEEEEEE!
The giant man marches down to the ring with purpose, not breaking gaze from Sylvester Calvin.
Romano: Speaking of debuts, I'm excited to see what Tarrasque can do in AWF.
Taylor: We've seen his impressive run in SWAT. And my god, Cassius, these are two MASSIVE men!
"Kung Fu Fighting" begins to play and Xiaolong comes out at the top of the ramp, doing a few quick and agile martial arts poses to the delight of the crowd.
Jessie Love: ..and their opponent... from Hong Kong... weighing 225 pounds... XIAOLONGGGGG!
Xiaolong sprints down the ramp where both Tarrasque and Calvin look amused that this smaller man is going to try to stand up to them.
Romano: Well, Xiaolong has had a hell of a run in AWF, but he may just die tonight.
Taylor: I will admit, there seems to be a bit of a mismatch in build and power, but I think Xiaolong has a few tricks up his sleeve...
The lights in the area go out and and red glow comes from the ramp as Sympathy for the Devil by The Rolling Stones begins to play through the speakers. As the words come through, the light gets darker.
Please allow me to introduce myself
Im a man of wealth and taste
Ive been around for a long, long year
Stole many a mans soul and faith
And I was round when jesus christ
Had his moment of doubt and pain
Shadows mix in with the red glow now.
Made damn sure that pilate
Washed his hands and sealed his fate
Pleased to meet you
Hope you guess my name
But whats puzzling you
Is the nature of my game
Rat Bastard steps through the curtain, a cocky smug look upon his face, with a tooth pick handing from his mouth.
I stuck around St. petersburg
When I saw it was a time for a change
Killed the czar and his ministers
Anastasia screamed in vain
Rat takes a deep breath in and runs his hands through his greasy black hair.
I rode a tank
Held a generals rank
When the blitzkrieg raged
And the bodies stank
Pleased to meet you
Hope you guess my name, oh yeah
Ah, whats puzzling you
Is the nature of my game, oh yeah
Rat begins his stalk to the ring, shooting dirty looks of disgust out at the fans.
Jessie Love: ...and their final opponent... from Las Vegas, Nevada... weighing in at 285 pounds... RAAAAT BASTAAAARD!
I watched with glee
While your kings and queens
Fought for ten decades
For the gods they made
I shouted out,
Who killed the kennedys?
When after all
It was you and me
Rat climbs the stairs the ring, slowly climbing inside he begins to point toward the mat, lipping to the fans that he owns this place.
Let me please introduce myself
Im a man of wealth and taste
And I laid traps for troubadours
Who get killed before they reached bombay
Pleased to meet you
Hope you guessed my name, oh yeah
But whats puzzling you
Is the nature of my game, oh yeah, get down, baby
Taylor: Ugh.
Romano: Hey Tommy, show some respect for the first ever X*Crown Champ!
All four men eyeball each other, standing in opposite corners of the ring and pumping themselves up.
XHF Phoenix Championship Number One Contenders Match
Rat Bastard vs Sylvester Calvin vs Xiaolong vs Tarrasque
DING DING DING!
They all square up, preparing to do battle, but nobody makes the first move. Rat Bastards slowly extends a hand towards Calvin, starting to lock up, but quickly retracts his hand when nobody else seems to do the same. Tarrasque begins to pace back and forth, menacingly, almost marching to a beat as the crowd gets hyped up for the opening match.
Crowd: OLEEEEEE OLE OLE OLE! OLEEEEEE! OLEEEEEE!
The crowd claps along rhythmically, building up to the action. Finally, Xiaolong takes aim at the biggest man in the room and hits a basement dropkick on Tarrasque, stumbling him. Rat's attention goes towards that battle and he gets blindsided by Calvin, who knees him in the midsection. Xialong pops back up and starts delivering everything he's got to keep Tarrasque on his back feet. Rat gets driven back into the corner and Calvin keeps up the heat, hitting him across the throat with a forearm. Tarrasque gets pushed back into the corner from the flurry of offense from Xiaolong. Calvin tries to step back and get another running go at Bastard, but Rat gets an elbow up in his face, staggering him.
Taylor: It's now underway, action is flying all over the place!
Bastard takes advantage of the stagger and grabs Calvin, throwing him into the corner instead and following up with a series of shoulder charge into his gut. Tarrasque finally gets room to breathe and grabs Xiaolong by the head and just LAUNCHES him over the top rope to the outside. Tarrasque is quick to follow, rolling out of the ring and stalking after his prey. Back on the other corner of the ring, Calvin and Rat have gotten to the outside as well, and Rat has Calvin up against the corner post, just blasting him with forearms. Tarrasque catches up with Xiaolong, who kips up to try to get some offense in, but Tarrasque scoops him up and charges, slamming Xiaolong back-first into the ringside barrier with a thundering *crunch*. Bastard takes Calvin's head and slams it against the ring apron a few times, dribbling his skull like a basketball.
Romano: This is absolute chaos, Taylor.
With their respective targets nice and beaten, Tarrasque and Rat Bastard roll into the ring and lock eyes. The crowd starts to hoot and holler as the two men size each other up. Tarrasque slowly paces to the corner of the ring and Bastard steps right up to him, jawing off and probably saying something offensive. The two of them hang there for what feels like an eternity, building to an epic confrontation...
Taylor: Watch out!
...but they took too long and gave their opponents time to get back into the ring! Xiaolong slides in behind Tarrasque and sweeps his feet right out from under him. Calvin grabs Bastard and tosses him back outside the ring, following up and giving him a taste of his own medicine, slamming his head into the apron this time. Tarrasque is under assault from the flurry of kicks by Xiaolong, so he rolls to the outside to get away. Xiaolong quickly shimmies out onto the apron and gets a running start, running along the ring and then leaping off, driving a pair of knees into the side of Tarrasque's head! The crowd is whipped into a frenzy!
Romano: Nobody can get enough momentum going to capitalize.
Taylor: It's impressive that Xiaolong is keeping up with a man the size of Tarrasque.
Romano: That is where speed comes into play, Taylor.
Tarrasque is climbing back up to his feet as Xiaolong goes back to the apron, this time leaping off into a bicycle kick aimed directly at Tarrasque's skull... but Tarrasque catches him in mid-air! Tarrasque holds Xiaolong high above his head, keeping him there for an impressive amount of time before spinning him into a powerbomb position and slamming Xiaolong down back-first onto the ring barrier with a powerbomb!
Taylor: BACK BREAKER!!
Romano: Xiaolong is gonna be feeling that one tomorrow.
Calvin grabs Bastard and holds him against the ringside, squeezing the life out of him. After a good enough squeeze, Calvin whips Bastard into his own motorcycle parked at ringside, flipping him over and to the ground with a loud crash. Calvin turns back to the ring and slides in, where Tarrasque is waiting for him. The two BEHEMOTHS size each other up and the crowd is horny for it.
Taylor: That's a combined SEVEN HUNDRED POUNDS of man in that ring between these two!
Calvin rolls his neck and then explodes towards Tarrasque. The two giants begin exchanging blows. Tarrasque stands up Calvin and chops him hard across the chest -- WOOO! Calvin responds with a chop of his own! WOOOO! Another chop from Tarrasque -- WOOOOOO! Calvin responds... but instead of chopping, he gets a hand around Tarrasque's throat, driving him back against the corner. Tarrasque slaps and claws at his neck, but Calvin keeps his choke locked in. Tarrasque gets a knee up and lifts it into Calvin's midsection, driving him back a bit, but Calvin is quick to push downwards on Tarrasque, eventually sliding him down halfway in the corner. Calvin lets go of the hold and steadies himself by grabbing the ropes, using the leverage to drive KNEE after KNEE after KNEE into Tarrasque's face. Tarrasque eventually collapses down into the corner.
Romano: Those are some deathly knee strikes from the big man!
Calvin drags Tarrasque out of the corner and to his feet, taking him down with a snapmare in the center of the ring. Calvin gets his hand inside Tarrasque's mouth, locking in the mandible claw hold! Tarrasque begins to gag and frantically tries to get out of this uncomfortable situation. The crowd begins to clap rhythmically to cheer on the newcomers. Tarrasque finally manages to get his knees up under him, giving him some leverage, but Calvin keeps the hold locked in. The lights are slowly fading from Tarrasque... but Rat Bastard charges into the ring and takes Calvin off his feet with a shoulder charge!
Taylor: Rat Bastard is back in the ring! He's not letting the match end that easily!
Calvin stumbles away towards the corner, but Rat Bastard isn't letting up. He follows Calvin to the corner, but Calvin gets a massive boot up into his chest, then grabs Bastard by the head and chucks him through the ropes out of the ring. Calvin turns back to Tarrasque, who is holding his throat and trying to catch his breath, barely making it to his feet before Calvin seizes upon him, whipping him into the corner. Calvin charges following up, but Tarrasque gets a shoulder out in front of him, clobbering Calvin in the face. Calvin holds his jaw and turns around, where a SCREAMING war cry comes from Rat Bastard, who is back in the ring and charging. He takes down Calvin with a leaping clothesline! Both men are quickly back up, but another clothesline from Bastard takes him down again! Bastard picks up Calvin and whips him to the ropes. Calvin rebounds and Bastard ducks down, then raises up at the last second, flipping the 7'0" 325 pound Calvin up and over! Calvin hits the mat and clutches at his arms, rolling out of the ring to create some space.
Romano: The raw STRENGTH on display here from Bastard is damn impressive!
Xiaolong is back in the ring and Bastard doesn't see him! Xiaolong runs along and catches an unsuspecting Bastard... slingblade! Bastard hits the ground not knowing what hit him and stumbles back to his feet... SLINGBLADE! Bastard rolls out of the ring as well, wanting to get out of the chaos to reset. Xiaolong pumps up to the crowd after his explosion of activity... and Tarrasque comes charging out of the corner with a running clothesline that causes Xiaolong to do a full backflip! The crowd jeers as Xiaolong's flame is extinguished. The smaller man rolls out of the ring as well to avoid the lumbering hulk in there. Tarrasque turns around to see all three men getting to their feet at ringside and he gets a calculated, focused look on his face.
Taylor: Uh oh, Romano... the beast is about to take flight!
Tarrasque runs the ropes, bounces, and comes flying forward, leaping into the air over the top rope! Bastard manages to push Xiaolong in the way to narrowly escape as Tarrasque comes crashing down on top of Calvin and Xiaolong.
Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!
Rat Bastard wastes no time in grabbing Tarrasque and rolling him into the ring, with the big man having depleted his energy for that suicide dive. Bastard starts to get into the ring but stops... hopping back down from the apron and marching over to the timekeeper's area, shoving someone off their seat and grabbing a chair. He slides back into the ring with the chair in hand as Tarrasque tries to get to his feet. Bastard wastes no time and lifts the chair high above his head, cracking it down across the back of Tarrasque. He unleashes another chair shot on the beast's back, this time flattening him against the mat.
Taylor: He's using a chair! That's not fair!
Romano: It's a fatal four-way match, Tommy, there's no DQs here.
Bastard keeps up the pressure to make sure Tarrasque can't recover and wails on him a few more times with the chair for good measure before dropping the chair to the mat. Bastard looks to the corner and climbs up to the top rope, taking a moment to steady himself.
Taylor: Looks like this rat's got wings!
Rat Bastard leaps off into Drop of 1000 Bastards, a FLYING headbutt from the top rope! He falls... but Tarrasque reaches out and grabs the discarded chair, causing Bastard to clang his head against that instead! Tarrasque pushes Bastard and the chair off of him and quickly rolls on top for the cover.
ONE!
TWO!
NO! Calvin slides into the ring in the nick of time and breaks up the pinfall.
Romano: Calvin got there without a moment to spare.
Calvin picks up Tarrasque and runs him out of the ring, tossing him to the ground. He turns back to Rat Bastard and drags him up off the mat, lifting him into a suplex position, but stepping forward to drop him on the top rope instead. Bastard sits on the top rope as Calvin squares up and pops him in the head, where Bastard has already been busted open from the mishap with the chair moments before. With Bastard nice and out of it, Calvin climbs to the top rope with Bastard and wraps his arms around him. Bastard throws an elbow once, then twice, then three times! Calvin staggers backwards, balancing on the middle rope. Bastard squares up and delivers a big elbow to the forehead of Calvin, knocking him off the ropes and to the floor. Suddenly, Tarrasque is back in the ring and is charging at Calvin! Calvin turns and at the last second, he ducks down. Tarrasque goes flying over Calvin's back into the air and SMASHES into Bastard on the top rope, knocking him to the floor outside!
Romano: Tarrasque just annihilated Bastard there.
Taylor: He didn't even mean to!
Xiaolong is back in the ring and charges at Calvin, who sidesteps and sends him right out of the ring again. Calvin turns and boots a rising Tarrasque in the stomach. He takes a little sidestep and then turns, rocking Tarrasque in the side of the head with a crescent kick! Tarrasque hits the mat as Calvin goes for the cover.
ONE!
TWO!
T--KICKOUT!
Tarrasque manages to get a shoulder up, much to Calvin's chagrin. Both men sit for a moment, taking a moment to catch their breath. Both men rise and Calvin is still a bit quicker to his feet, leaping at Tarrasque for a Superman punch. Tarrasque tumbles down to the ground and Calvin quickly goes to grab his legs for some kind of move, but Tarrasque uses both feet to kick Calvin back, sending him flying between the ropes. Calvin doesn't fall all the way to the floor, though, as he catches himself on the ropes and pulls himself up onto the apron instead. Calvin staggers on the apron as Tarrasque rushes at him to try to drag him back into the ring, but Calvin manages to duck down, exposing Tarrasque's head before he drives a boot into the skull of the big man. Tarrasque tumbles back into the ring, crawling towards the corner to pull himself back up. Calvin climbs through the ropes and Tarrasque quickly stands, charging at him for a diving move... but XIAOLONG COMES IN OUT OF NOWHERE, HITTING TARRASQUE WITH A RAINMAKER! The crowd goes mental as Xiaolong quickly turns and delivers ANOTHER RAINMAKER TO CALVIN! Rat Bastard is back in the ring and charges Xiaolong, but Xiaolong sidesteps and BLASTS BASTARD WITH A SUPERKICK!
Taylor: THE DESOLATOR! XIAOLONG IS BACK IN THIS!
Romano: Cover!
Xiaolong climbs over top of Bastard... the crowd is on their feet!
ONE!
TWO!
KICKOUT!
The crowd lets out a collective "NOOOOOOOO" as Bastard gets a shoulder up. Xiaolong can't believe it, but he's not gonna let his momentum die out. He quickly picks up Bastard and tosses him out of the ring. Calvin starts to get up and Xiaolong is quick to rush him with a springboard rolling elbow, knocking Calvin back and sending him tumbling ass-first out of the ring. Xiaolong waits for Tarrasque to get up, and the big man rushes at him, but Xiaolong ducks and pulls down on the top rope, sending Tarrasque tumbling outside. Xiaolong gets a running start and bounces off the ropes, rushing and charging and DIVING OVER THE TOP ROPE to slam into Rat Bastard, who is sent over the barrier and into the crowd. The crowd is losing their minds as Xiaolong rushes around the ringside to where Calvin is struggling to his feet and he dives THROUGH THE MIDDLE ROPES AT THE CORNER to grab Tarrasque by the head, then spins around in mid-air and plants Tarrasque on the entrance ramp with a DDT! The crowd is screaming like crazy.
Taylor: Xiaolong is keeping that momentum going!
Romano: That's how it works when you're the small man in the ring... gotta keep up the pace so the big guys can't keep up!
Xiaolong turns and sees that Calvin has climbed back into the ring. Xiaolong turns, sliding into the ring as well and quickly climbing to the top rope. Calvin rises to his feet as Xiaolong leaps off the top rope with a spinning kung fu kick directly to the back of Calvin's head! Xiaolong goes for the cover on Calvin!
ONE!
TWO!
TH--RAT BASTARD PULLS THE REF OUT OF THE RING!
The crowd unlashes unholy fury upon Bastard for stopping Xiaolong's win in such a shady way.
Taylor: You can hear it! The crowd wants Xiaolong to win!
Romano: Bastard's the only one taking advantage of the flexible rules!
Xiaolong slowly turns to see that Bastard has pulled the referee, who is giving Bastard an earful. Bastard is just glaring at Xiaolong, who is full of righteous fury and aims to get revenge on Rat Bastard. Xiaolong climbs out onto the apron and steps down but Bastard spring up and grabs the smaller Xiaolong, lifting him into the air and planting him with a razor's edge!
Taylor: The Plague! The Plague!
Romano: Quick, Ratty, better move fast!
Rat Bastard quickly climbs to the apron, then up to the top rope. With Calvin still laid out he leaps off for the Fall of 1000 Bastards... and this time, it connects! Rat Bastard scoops the leg for a cover!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
Tarrasque is JUST too late as he makes it to the ring to break it up, but is too slow. The crowd unleashes hell in the form of jeers and boos as the ref calls for the official end of the match.
Jessie Love: Here is your winner... RAAAAT BAAASTAAAAAARD!
Taylor: Xiaolong was so close!
Romano: So was Tarrasque. And Sylvester Calvin was dominant a lot of this match.
Taylor: If they had just been a hair faster...
Romano: Goes to show you that you need every little advantage you can get, and Bastard took advantage of the no DQ rules, while the others didn't.
Bastard has a self-satisfied smile on his face as he backs all the way up the ramp, soaking up the jeers from the crowd.
Earlier in the day - At some bar outside the arena:
We open up to a scene at the bar. A man is sitting at the bar drinking a frothy mug of beer. Sitting on the bar is a title. Not just any title but the XHF Phoenix Championship. It is Aiden Merric having a pre-show beer since he is not scheduled to fight. He is interested in seeing who he is destined to defend against however. A man approaches and raises his hand for a beer. He sits next to Aiden and sighs.
"Bout bloody time you got here Tuck. Almost time for me to head to the arena and watch four men beat each other to hell to see who gets to eat my fists next. I ... oh ... you aren't Bernard."
The camera pans out and sure enough it's a man in a hoodie. He has a title belt partially hidden by it. It's AWF Around the Clock Champion Bobby Barratt.
"Say what? Oh ... shit you are a wrestler."
"Bah stow it. I ain't after your title son. Got a strap o'me own to carry. Besides, I seen the hell you put up with over that ruddy thing, I ain't about to go inviting that kind of trouble this soon in my career. I may be dumb enough to challenge Anthony Caffrey and Vincent Draven but... I'm no fool."
"Well, I guess I'll take solace in the fact that Captain Kangaroo doesn't want to kill me ... and called me a fool."
"I never implied that, you simply inferred"
"Let's not get pedantic here. I just want a drink before the show. This belt has been a blessing and a curse. Honestly I just hope Jeffrey Viper isn't here."
"I don't get the reference. Anyhow I ain't gonna steal your title. I got this here Phoenix belt and honestly I need to focus on it. Seems like it's been a hot potato and I aim to stop that and have a nice long run with this belt. Make me a real star. Show these bastards I am as good as I claim to be."
"Well I can appreciate that. Who did you think I w..."
He is interrupted by an AWF official stepping next to him as Tucker Bernard rolls him off the stool to the floor and pins him. The beer falls off the bar and douses both of them.
ONE!
TWO!
Aiden flies off his stool and grabs Bernard by his huge beard and hoists him off Bobby.
"What the bloomin' hell you think you're on about Tuck? What were you gonna do with a title belt anyway? You can't fight, you'd be paranoid. ... Oh you bloody oaf you were gonna use me as protectin. WELL I AIN'T YOUR MOMMA TUCK! Get your ass off that man and think things through. Until I won this belt you wouldn't give this sport the time of day and now you think cuz I won you can? I'm better than you Tuck. You're a weasley little nobody. You're lucky Bobby here doesn't just kick your ass for trying that. He's a bloody legend, an icon. And you're a little pissant. Leave fightin' to the goddamn professionals and know your place."
*Aiden hauls Tucker off by the beard towards the arena. He slaps money on the bar to cover his and Bobby's drinks as he passes. The camera looks at Bobby who sighs*
"And ... now my jacket is sticky."
Fade out.
The cameras quickly cut from the opening match to backstage at the Mississippi Coast Coliseum. Plucky reporter, Charles Akiyama stands by with a grin across his face. He holds a microphone in his hand as the production crew dull the sound of the live crowd still pumped from the opener.
Akiyama: At Prestige we saw the debut of the newest signee to Ascension Wrestling.
The VT changes to the footage from Florida. The sound is muted but the tape shows High Finance taking Bobby Barratt out with the Hostile Takeover.
Akiyama: Cross Recoba came into the AWF with a bang. The latest move in a series from Le Champion des Championes designed to ensure that his legacy keeps on growing.
Akiyama starts to walk down the corridor backwards as the cameras follow him.
Akiyama: Now, we know he is set to face off against Joe Nobody in just a few, short, moments but earlier this week he sent out a cryptic message out on AWF’s Smack Talker relating to an announcement he claims will ‘shake up the XHF Network!’.
Akiyama stops as Cross Recoba comes into shot. He laughs to himself as he runs a hand through his hair to move it out his eyes. He’s ready for the upcoming match - knuckles taped, black tights with a crucifix on, and in his hands is something wrapped up in what appears to be a purple velvet fabric.
Recoba: I’m not one for hyperbole, Charles. You see, I’ve heard people say that I’m just Chris Card’s errand boy, that my career in the AWF peaked when I threw down my hood, but what they don’t realize are the basic facts.
Cross puts an arm on Akiyama’s shoulder, the young interviewer looks visibly uncomfortable.
Recoba: Sure, I came because my old tag-partner pitched me an idea, a vision if you will, that was too good to turn down but if he were the only one who wanted me here - it wouldn’t happen. You see, my contract would have to be ratified from the top-down and if there is one thing that everyone here and at home needs to know then it’s this simple fact...You don’t get a name like The Box Office by waiting for an opportunity to come a-knocking! I did my research, saw how this place had an upward trend in growth and then I looked at the roster and who did I see? I saw a name I thought I’d never see again...Bobby Barratt!
Akiyama: So, is it Bobby who’s the subject of your announcement?
The question causes Cross to clench his hand harder on Charles’ shoulder as he laughs.
Recoba: It could have been, but wrestling is full of moving parts. I mentioned him now because when he last saw me I had, in my possession, something that it turns out is pretty valuable here in Ascension Wrestling! It’s what I love about commodities, Charles, everyone puts a different value on them!
Cross removes his hand and whips away the velvet-like material to show a gold title. The camera zooms in to show its proper title the ‘HCW Diamond Championship’.
Recoba: You see this here? This comes from a time when Bobby Barratt tried to be poacher turned gamekeeper. I got this for being the best that his company had to offer and that’s why at Prestige 48, you could see not just the shock of seeing me once more but the horror of what I can do inside that ring...just like you’ll find out tonight when I take apart Joe Nobody! So, imagine my surprise when I hear that this title, the one that has pretty much lived on a mantlepiece in my office for so many years, isn’t just a reminder for Bobby about what has arrived on his doorstep but if I return it and incorporate it into the existing XHF belts then I will receive a shot at the X Crown Title. That’s right, I’m not just here for the ride, I’ve got the golden ticket to the Network’s biggest prize!
Cross waves a hand to show off the glory of the Diamond Title.
Recoba: Zoran, you get the chance to go down as an X Crown Champion to remember, you get to be the man who adds this beautiful title to the network’s history. All you have to do is turn up to an XHF event, sign the contract to give me my match and in return, you can have the knowledge that you will hold a crown of twenty-two championships! Albeit, temporarily...
Taylor: TWENTY-TWO TITLES IN THE X CROWN! THAT’S UNBELIEVABLE!
Romano: Listen, Tommy, champions get challenges daily, he’s got to accept first!
Recoba: So, Charles, let me make this clear. Zoran, it’s not going to be a secret where you can find me, I realize that the idea of having to lower yourself to appear before an AWF crowd is beneath you, I feel the same way but money talks. You can see what you get in return each and every match that I compete in here because this…
Recoba strokes the title.
Recoba: This isn’t leaving my side until I have that match signed, ratified, and confirmed!
“Turn To Stone” by Joe Walsh fills the arena as the lights dim and a single spotlight illuminates the stage. Out from the curtain steps Cross Recoba, a titanium cane with a golden lion's head handle in one hand, touching the crucifix with the other. The crowd responds with a chorus of boo's for The Fox while Cross uses the handle of the cane to push his shag hair cut from his face, flicking his head back confidently as he grins out at the audience obnoxiously. He holds up the cane that has caused so much trouble in the past to an even more venomous response from the fans, and he begins down the ramp still holding it aloft.
Jessie Love: Coming to the ring, standing at six foot one and one inch, and weighing in at 230 pounds, hailing from New York, New York. and the self-proclaimed 'Box Office Smash of ACW'..... 'THE FOX' CROSS RECOBBBAAA!!
Recoba reaches ringside and holds the lions head handle of the cane up to his lips and kisses it for luck. He sets the cane to rest against the ring steps and then climbs them up onto the apron, and with a wipe of his feet slips between the ropes. He pops up with both hands out at his side, walking forward as if putting his glory on display, and delivers an over-exaggerated bow that causes the fans to crow even louder in disdain. Cross stands to his full height and smirks, stepping over to the far corner to await the beginning of the match.
Taylor: You would think he were a model as well as a wrestler. Wait, is he also a model?
Romano: No. He’s a legitimate businessman.
Taylor: Why do you say it like that?
Romano: Like what?
Taylor: Legitimate businessman.
Romano: Because he is. You know, as opposed to an illegitimate businessman.
Taylor: Oh. So he knows who his daddy is then.
Romano: Totally different can of worms there. Let’s move on?
Jessie Love: And his opponent...weighing in at 196 pounds and hailing from Detroit, Michigan... Joe Nobody!
The lights dim and the words.
I'm the tallest of mountains
I am the roughest of waves
I'm the toughest of terrors
I am the darkest of days
I'm the last one that's standing,
Don't try to stand in my way,
Cause I've been up against better,
Just take a look at my face
Appear on the Tron.
After the word face.
The camera zooms into Nobody's face who smirks and adjusts his tie before making his way to the ring. As makes it up two steps and stops before turning around to give a young fan his signature fedora. After handing off the Fedora he enters the ring and points at the crowd before clapping his hand together.
Taylor: Is Joe legitimate?
Romano: I would assume so.
Taylor: If most people are legitimate, why does Cross need the distinction legitimate? Why not just call him a businessman?
Romano: Jesus H Christ! It’s listed that way on the bio that they gave to us!
Taylor: Fine. Can we start the match maybe?
Singles Match
Joe Nobody vs. Cross Recoba
As the bell rings to start the match, Cross Recoba rushes across the ring to start duking it out with Joe Nobody. Cross ducks a roundhouse punch, scoops Joe up, and hits a side slam with an elbow drop! Cross jumps up and starts kicking at the downed Joe, but he rolls away and to his feet.
Cross advances on him, but Joe hits a drop kick that staggers him backwards a few steps. Cross recovers enough to come at Joe again, but is put down with a rolling arm drag. Joe waits for Cross to stand up and goes for a superkick, but Cross ducks under the kick, and knife edge chops Joe right in the crotch. Joe falls to his back, doubled over in pain. The referee yells at Cross for the low blow, but he just shrugs it off.
Romano: Now that’s a crotch chop!
Taylor: An illegal move!
Romano: That’s why the ref counseled Cross. Duh.
Cross grabs Joe as he starts to rise, hitting a German suplex! Cross jumps to his feet, kicking the downed Joe Nobody several times. Joe rolls away, but Cross follows him and continues to kick Joe until Joe rolls out of the ring. Joe leans against the ring apron to try to regain some of himself as Cross poses for the booing fans.
Taylor: Does a legitimate businessman do that?
Romano: Why not? He’s just showing off his looks.
Joe Nobody rolls back into the ring. Cross grabs at him and whips him into the ropes. On the rebound, Cross hits a facebuster! He quickly goes for the cover. The ref gets into position.
One
Tw-Joe Nobody kicks out!
Cross Recoba hops up to his feet and begins to stomp on Joe. He hefts Joe up and sends him into the corner. He perches Joe on the top turnbuckle, climbs up there with him, and hits a top rope reverse hurricanrana!
He gets Joe up, hitting a legdrop bulldog before going for the pinfall once again.
One
Two
Th-Joe kicks out!
Taylor: Match almost ended right there!
Romano: Only a matter of time.
Taylor: Nobody could still come back.
Romano: Say that again, but slowly.
Taylor: Nobody could still com-oooooh. You ass.
Cross looks perturbed at the referee, but stands up. He pulls Joe up to his knees and holds him there, looking to the crowd with a wide grin. He brings Joe’s head between his legs.
Taylor: Oh, I know what’s coming now.
Romano: Up All Night in Dakota!
Cross starts to bring Joe up into the tombstone piledriver position, but Joe manages to bring his legs back down to the mat. Cross tries a second time, but Joe manages to get his legs back to the mat a second time. Cross tries for his move a third time, but Joe lifts Cross up instead. Joe holds Cross upside down across his back and drops down to land Cross on his head! Joe goes for the pinfall!
One
Two
T-Cross kicks out!
Joe kneels up, but Cross rolls out of the ring to land on the floor by the ring steps where he lays as if a dead man. The ref begins to count Cross out, but Joe shakes his head. He rolls out of the ring and begins pulling at Cross to try to get him up. The ref suddenly looks down to the entrance stage as if he sees something when Cross grabs his cane. He swings the cane upwards, catching Joe in the throat and chin. He sets the cane back down before the ref sees him doing it. Joe falls to the floor, clutching at his throat, blood pouring from his mouth from where he bit his tongue.
Romano: Home run!
Taylor: How despicable!
Romano: Ref didn’t see it so all good.
Taylor: I wonder what the ref was looking at?
Romano: No idea.
Cross Recoba stands up, grabs Joe Nobody, and rolls him into the ring. He rolls in afterward and pulls Joe once again into the tombstone piledriver position. This time he gets Joe up and hits a jumping spinning tombstone piledriver before going for the cover!
One
Two
Three!
Romano: The Devil Comes Down to Georgia!
Taylor: What? That’s not the name of the move. It’s Up All Night in Dakota.
Romano: I know what the name of his move is. I was just saying stuff out loud!
Taylor: You make no sense.
Romano: Right? I make dollars, boooyyyyyyy!
Cross Recoba prances around the ring to the booing fans as he celebrates his victory. The ref checks on the still bleeding Joe Nobody.
Jessie Love: The following bout is scheduled for one fall! Coming to the ring, hailing from Cincinnati, Ohio and weighing in tonight at two hundred and twenty-four pounds… “The American Bastard” DEVON RYYYYYYKERRRRRRR!
The slow start to "Somewhat Damaged" by Nine Inch Nails begins to play, all lights bring their focus to the stage as the curtains fly open and out walks Devon Ryker. Devon stretches his arms out and leans back, letting out a loud roar before fixating himself up straight and rolls his shoulders. He begins to make his way to the ring at a fast pace before making his way to ringside, walking around the squared circle and then rolling under the bottom rope. He pops back to his feet and climbs the ropes, looking out to the crowd and into the camera with a shit-eating grin on his face and his tongue hanging from his mouth.
Jessie Love: His opponent... From “back in the old country” and weighing in tonight at one hundred and sixty pounds… “The Great White Hope” ARRON RYYYYYYYYYANNNNNNN!
House of Pain’s “Jump Around” begins to play as the egotistic Arron Ryan steps out through the curtain with a swagger to his step and a burlap sack over his shoulder. He makes his way down to the ring and shouts abuse at the crowd with some quite vulgar language at the children in the front row.
No Disqualification Match
Arron Ryan vs Devon Ryker
Gabe Valentine signals for the bell to ring as this one is live! The two men circle each other, Ryan keeping an eye on the package he placed in the corner, before coming to a stop in the middle of the ring. Both men step forward and START TRADING BLOWS! Ryker lands stiff-looking forearms to the forehead but eats a pointed knuckle punch from Ryan each time in return!
Romano: Both men have made no bones about their approach in this match-
Taylor: I’m not looking to see too many arm-drags and cravates in this one.
Romano: These two have a rawer approach.
Ryker gains the upper-hand, his size advantage being the deciding factor. Ryan reels back into the ropes after the last forearm and gets no chance to catch his breath as Devin measures him for a flush right-hook that staggers him nearer the corner.
Taylor: The American Bastard is pressing his power advantage.
Romano: It’s an obvious move, and one that his opponent is going to have to work around to get anything from this match.
Devon closes down the space between himself and his opponent. He looks to grab The Great White Hope by the head but Aaron drops down and uppercuts The American Bastard in the great equalizer, causing Ryker to drop to his knees.
Taylor: C’MON, GABE!
Romano: Tommy, in all my time in professional wrestling, I can count on my appendage the amount of times a low-blow has seen a fight being thrown out!
Taylor: Bu-
Romano: -But nothing, your job is to call the match, Valentine’s role is to call it in the ring!
Ryan wastes no time in pressing his advantage as he swings a stiff boot to the temple of Ryker to drop him to the canvas. He follows up immediately with soccer kicks to the head of his downed opponent.
Romano: Aaron promised us a donnybrook and, given what happened at Prestige Forty-Eight, you can tell that those kicks aren’t just meant for Ryker but also for Rat Bastard!
The Great White Hope takes two steps back before measuring Ryker with a knee drop to the head that sickeningly lands as the Irish native rolls through.
Taylor: We haven’t seen a great deal of wrestling from Ryan since he joined, but that knee drop was picture perfect!
Romano: You work with what you have and what the situation demands. Ryker won’t be put off by a brawl...
The camera zooms in to see Ryker holding his head. Ryan drops down to the canvas and starts to taunt Devon with inaudible insults before getting back to his feet. The lighter man lets his opponent get to his knees before grabbing his head and lifting his knee back into the head of Ryker to stun him.
Romano: Muay-Thai style knees as Aaron continues to control the opening portion of this fight.
Taylor: Devon needs to get himself into the game. Those knees are going to scramble your brain quicker than you can figure a way out.
Ryan whips the Ohioan into the corner and follows him in. A sickening sound resounds as he connects with a headbutt before unleashing body hooks to the cornered man.
Taylor: We’re witnessing a street-mugging!
Romano: It’s all legal, Tommy, this is one man softening up his opponent for One for the Road!
Ryan lets Devon stumble out from the corner but quickly whips on a sleeper hold to try and cut off the oxygen from the shaken brain of the American Bastard.
Taylor: A sleeper?
Romano: Both men are similar in height but Ryker’s walking around with A LOT more muscle, it’s a smart move from Ryan.
Struggling in the hold, he looks to use his strength to keep himself upright. Ryan, trying to press his advantage, tries to use his height advantage for leverage but it’s minimal. Devon seems determined to not drop to a knee and twists enough to deliver an elbow to the sternum of Ryan but he hangs on resolutely.
Taylor: Ryker is showing that he’s still got plenty of fight in him!
Romano: He’s going to need to keep on that because a sleeperhold might not always be used to finish a match but he’s trying to wear down his opponent bit by bit.
The Irishman briefly shows a flash of panic across his face as he realizes his sleeper-hold is in jeopardy. The panic is wiped from his face with another angled elbow to the midsection. Aaron takes matters into his own hands though and leaps onto the back of his opponent.
Romano: Desperation from the Irishman. He needs an exit plan, and fast.
Furious pointed knuckle punches rain down on the head of Ryker as the hold is abandoned in favor of keeping the pressure on. The panic has now being erased as he continues to hold on with one arm, his legs wrapped around the back of his opponent, the other arm landing quick jabs to the top of the head. Ryker takes the initiative though and with two forward steps he kicks out his legs and throws his body back!
Taylor: WIPEOUT!
Romano: Like I said, once you’re in that situation then this becomes inevitable unless you know EXACTLY what your next move is!
The crowd are hushed with the desperation move that leaves both men on the canvas. Ryker instinctively rolls out of the ring, in part to get distance but the way he keeps to his feet and marches around the ring speaks to a purpose in his actions.
Taylor: Is Ryker trying to buy space?
Romano: He might need to buy time, but I don’t think this is about evasion at all!
His motives soon become apparent to the crowd as their cheers rise with ring apron that Ryker searches under. He quickly finds a steel chair from under the ring and slides under the ropes. Valentine’s face tells us all that we need to know about his view on the foreign object. Though the words are inaudible, the gesticulations and the body language tell us that he is trying to get the chair out of the ring.
Romano: Valentine is going to have a fight on his hands winning this one!
Taylor: He’s the match official.
Romano: How many steel chairs are there in greco-roman wrestling?
Taylor: ...
ONE…
TWO…
Taylor: Draven doesn’t look like he’s going to be parting with that chair anytime soon!
Romano: Gabe Valentine isn’t going to back down on this one.
THREE…
FOUR…
Taylor: He’s actually going to throw this out??
FIVE!!!
The bell sounds under Valentine’s instructions. Ryker drops the chair on the canvas and starts to sound off to the official.
Romano: Could this be it? Ryan might have just picked up a win through disqu-
A remixed version of "The Ecstacy Of Gold" by Ennio Marricone starts to play over the speakers and a gold light shines on the entrance curtain. Del Trevor and Danny Boy Davis of DDT Security emerge from backstage before Danny calls back through the curtain that the route is clear. Jackson Steele steps onto the stage and demands a spotlight be shone on him.
Steele: GABE, I DON’T OFTEN LIKE TO UNDERMINE THE OFFICIALS BUT IN THIS CASE, IT’S WARRANTED. THE MATCH IS NOW ‘NO DISQUALIFICATION’ AND WILL CONTINUE!!!!
Taylor: WE’RE BACK ON!
Crowd: THANK YOU, JACK-SON! JACK-SON ROCKS! THANK YOU JACK-SON! JACK-SON ROCKS!
The timekeeper sounds the bell to restart the match. Ryker immediately reaches back down for the chair BUT RYAN LEVELS HIM WITH A BRASS-KNUCKLES AIDED SUCKER PUNCH TO THE TEMPLE!
Romano: PAYBACK FOR THE DOUBLE-CROSS!
The cover…
Taylor: RYKER DROPPED LIKE A STONE!
ONE…
TWO…
KICKOUT!
Romano: He’s not going anywhere, Tommy!
The crowd gasp as they figured Ryan had him but no-one is more shocked than the holder of the knuckles. He leaps up and squares up to Valentine who is in no mood for his shit. We see Ryker get back to his feet, albeit with blood running down the side of his head. Ryan turns around and looks for a brass-knuckles assisted hook but Ryker has it scouted and ducks...DEADLIFT SIDESLAM!
Romano: Great display of power from the American Bastard!
He hooks the leg…
ONE…
TWO…
KICKOUT!
Taylor: If brass-knuckles don’t take you out, don’t assume a sideslam will put your opponent away!
Romano: But what force!
The cameras pick up the shamrock endorsed brass knuckles on the ring apron, the force of the sideslam causing them to shoot away from the Irishman.
Romano: That’s a good twelve feet from where they came from!
Back to his feet, Ryan holds his lower back. Ryker has the upper-hand as he leans back into the ropes and measures the Irishman with a spinning back-hand that causes spit to be visibly launched into the air. He follows up with a quick uppercut that again catches his opponent flush.
Taylor: That’s some Japanese-influenced offense!
Romano: Ryker did spend some time in Japan, he was bound to bring something back!
The steel chair becomes Devon’s focus, he sees Ryan backed into the corner, he throws the chair at him but Ryan catches it....A CYCLONE KICK SENDS THE CHAIR STRAIGHT INTO RYAN’S FACE!!!
Taylor: CHAIR-ASSISTED BASTARD KICK!!!!
The camera now shows the audience that Ryan is now sporting the beginnings of a crimson mask. Ryker, blood still flowing down the side of his head, reaches behind the dazed man and starts to undo the turnbuckle cover.
Romano: Both men are now busted open, we’ve got the makings of a bloodbath!
Taylor: It’s only going to get worse for Ryan!
He lifts the Irishman back to his feet and RAMS HIM FACEFIRST INTO THE EXPOSED STEEL!
Crowd: FUCK HIM UP, RYKER! FUCK HIM UP! FUCK HIM UP, RYKER! FUCK HIM UP!
ONE!
TWO!
Romano: FLESH AGAINST METAL! THERE’S ONLY EVER GOING TO BE ONE WINNER!
THREE!
Crowd: YOU DESERVE IT! *CLAP* *CLAP* *CLAP-CLAP-CLAP*
FOUR!
FIVE TIMES!
Wasting no time he scoops up the bloodied Ryan and spins him around into a powerslam!
Romano: Is that enough to put him away?
ONE…
TWO…
TH-KICKOUT!!
Taylor: Ryan’s showing why he’s one of the toughest members of the AWF roster!
Contemplating his options for a second he avoids wasting time complaining to the referee about the count and instead throws his opponent to the outside. He steps through the middle ropes and waits for Aaron to get to his feet.
Romano: This is going to be trouble for The Great White Hope!
RYKER RUNS OFF THE APRON AND DRIVES A KNEE INTO THE FACE OF RYAN TO TAKE HIM DOWN ONCE MORE!
Taylor: HE JUST DROVE HIS KNEE THROUGH THE FACE OF HIS OPPONENT!
In the absence of a count from the referee, Ryker looks to his surroundings for ways to further inflict punishment. He sees the cut on the forehead of Ryan has gotten deeper and reaches into the crowd where a man with a spit cup is only too happy to help.
Romano: I get the feeling I’m going to be reminded why I don’t miss fighting in front of southern crowds!
RYKER POURS TOBACCO JUICE INTO THE OPEN WOUND!
Crowd: SMOKING KILLS! SMOKING KILLS! SMOKING KILLS!
Taylor: THAT’S JUST UNCALLED FOR!
A close-up shows Aaron Ryan writhing on the floor in pain. He’s quickly lifted up and sent with a stiff Irish whip into the ringpost!
Romano: Ryan, still in pain from whatever was in that spit cup just had his spine introduced to the unforgiving ring post!
The crowd sense what is coming; as if to help, Ryker lifts his arm into the air and charges looking for A LARIAT BUT RYAN DIVES OUT THE WAY, HE TURNS ROUND...PUMP KICK!!!
Romano: Last ditch move from Ryan, what can he do with it though?
Crawling across the ringside floor, Ryan inches towards the brown burlap sack he brought to the ring. Blood freely flows down his face turning the smile across his face into something sinister. In the backdrop, Ryker can be seen getting back to his feet.
Taylor: There’s that bag again…
Romano: I think we all know what’s going to be inside.
Ryan is now upright and he boldly grabs the sack and turns it upside down to drop out it’s contents. AARON RYAN BROUGHT A BARBED-WIRE SHILELAGH TO THE FIGHT!
Romano: BUAILŤIN! THIS IS GOING TO GET PRETTY BRUTAL, PRETTY FAST!
The instrument of torture is held aloft, much to the delight of the crowd. He taps it on the ground as if he were Albert Pujols. He’s spun round by his opponent who remains unsighted or unaware...RYAN RAKES THE WEAPON ACROSS HIS FOREHEAD!
Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!
Taylor: WE CAN HEAR THE SCREAMS AT RINGSIDE!
Valentine winces at the visual as blood teems down the face of Ryker, Ryan rolls him into the ring before sliding in with the shilelagh.
Romano: Ryker needs to dig deep and dig fast!
Scambling to his feet, Ryker tries to step towards his opponent but the Irishman weaves out the way before starting a jig.
Romano: Are we going to see Ryan Jump Around?
A SWING TO THE RIBS! THE JIG CONTINUES! HE SWINGS, BARBED WIRE MEETS THE BACK OF RYKER! RYAN HOLDS OUT THE SHILELAGH, POINTING IT AT HIS TARGET. HE SWINGS LIKE NIKITA KUCHEROV BUT RYKER AVOIDS IT WITH A PUNT KICK TO THE RYAN FAMILY JEWELS….VERTICAL DROP BRAINBUSTER!!!
Romano: CHAOS THEORY! RYAN JUST OVERPLAYED HIS HAND! WILL HE PAY?
ONE…
TWO…
THRE-KICKOUT!!
Taylor: RYAN SAVES IT AT THE LAST!!!
Ryker tries to stay on the offensive but each stomp misses its mark and now Ryan has managed to grab the shilelagh once more. RYAN SWINGS IT WILDLY, CONNECTING WITH THE FACE OF RYKER!
Romano: That’s dropped The American Bastard to his knees!
Seeing that his opponent is at his weakest, Ryan takes a couple of steps backwards, dropping the barbed wire weapon. He comes off the ropes with vengeance…
Taylor: HE’S GOING FOR ONE FOR THE ROAD!
LEAPING FORWARD HE TARGETS RYKER’S HEAD...RYKER GRABS THE CHAIR AND DUCKS DOWN AS RYAN’S KNEE CONNECTS FULL FORCE WITH THE STEEL CHAIR!!!!
Romano: ONCE MORE HE AVOIDS THE KILLING BLOW! WHAT MORE DOES RYAN HAVE TO DO?
Holding his knee, Ryan gets gingerly to his feet….LARIATOOO!!! RYKER DROPS DOWN FOR THE PIN.
Taylor: FINAL HOUR!!!!!
Romano: RYKER NEARLY DECAPITATED HIM! THE COVER...
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!!!!
Jessie Love: YOUR WINNER, AS A RESULT OF A PINFALL...THE AMERICAN BASTARD! DEVON...RYKER!!!
Valentine raises the hand of Ryker as the camera quickly shows Aaron Ryan looking dazed as he starts to sit up, he clearly can be seen muttering something with a scowl on his face as “Somewhat Damaged” by Nine Inch Nails fills the arena.
The lights fade to black, then the lights start blaring red along the entrance gate. That's when the opening riff to "Revolution Begins" by Arch Enemy begins to play. Kuroi walks into view with a scowl on his face. He looks left and right, pitying those in the crowd. Those who claim to care about action and excitement, but stay in chairs and judge while sitting on their fat asses. Kuroi shifts his attention to the ring then marches his way inside. As he climbs the stairs and gets inside, he jumps up and down, preparing himself to demolish.
Taylor: Kuroi is here! And he's not too happy.
Romano: The man was betrayed. He thought Roy would join him in Legion. And if you've never met Kuroi, he does NOT like to be made a fool.
The heavy drums and guitars blast over the PA system speakers like a series of machine gun fire, the light strobing and flashing white and red, through the darkness and decay of light comes Roy “The Sorrow” Harlowe, his face shrouded in a bloody hockey mask. Roy makes swift motions as he comes traipsing through the back curtain with a devious manner about his body language. He slowly circles his way around the stage before he slowly slithers his steps down the ramp towards the ring. As he passes by audience members, telling them how he feeds off their sorrows and how it gives him strength. Roy dismisses the peons as he makes it to ringside.
Jessie Love: “Approaching the ring from The Winding Road, weighing in at two hundred and twenty three pounds!! Roy “The Sorrow” Harlowe!!!”
Roy launches onto the apron in a single leap and bounds onto the apron. Swiftly Roy begjns kneeling as he serpentines and slithers over the bottom rope and rolls onto his back. Sitting up and then kicking up in a very fluid motion. Roy circles his hands over his face, removing his bloodied hockey mask and then revealing a menacing twisted grin on his face with a set of wild eyes glaring fiercely into the lens.
Taylor: And here is Roy, and while he had the last laugh at Prestige, he's having something to prove tonight.
Romano: He's lost to Kuroi and he's spent a lot of time away from the AWF ring. A win here would help redeem him from the loss from his return match.
Grudge Match
Kuroi vs Roy Harlowe
The two combatants go nose to nose straight away. Kuroi’s face is fixed into the disapproving glare that he wears as his usual expression. You can see the madness within Roy Harlowe’s eyes. There is a tension around the arena as the pair exchange a few heated words, words that the Network censors are probably breathing a huge sigh of relief the ring mics aren’t picking up. Both men close until their foreheads are touching, Kuroi leaning down and into his smaller opponent. Both men grit their teeth and START THROWING BOMBS. HUGE overhand rights from Kuroi. SAVAGE forearms from Harlowe. Sweat flicks off Harlowe’s hair and Kuroi’s big bald head with every strike. Spent, the pair back off, both obviously puffing and panting.
Taylor: We’re off to a hot start to this match.
Romano: These are two guys who just want to beat the snot out of each other.
Taylor: And it shows.
There is a brief pause while booth men compose themselves and then THEY CHARGE STRAIGHT BACK IN! MASSIVE shots are being thrown by both men! Kuroi ROCKS Harlowe with a right hand that would floor a normal man. Harlowe sends a ripple across Kuroi’s flesh with a SICKENING kick to his ribs! Kuroi pupnts Harlowe straight in the ribs with a vicious toe kick! Harlowe lashes Kuroi across the chest with a knife edge chop…
Crowd: WOOOOO!
…that almost instantly leaves a beet red mark where it hit. Kuroi’s response is a HUGE hammerfist, rained down from the sky using Kuroi’s height advantage. Harlowe steps back and LASHES his leg against Kuroi’s thigh, with a snap to the strike that takes the big man aback. Both men close and start firing off those right hands and fierce elbows AGAIN, shot after shot cracking across the two wrestlers’ faces. Again there is a brief respite as both men back off to regain their stamina.
Taylor: This isn’t a wrestling match. This is a FIGHT.
Romano: When two people really hate each other, sometimes they have to settle it with their fists.
Harlowe charges in, closing the distance quickly. But he’s maybe a little too fast as Kuroi grabs him firmly around the waist with a gorilla like grip. Harlowe squirms and struggles against Kuroi’s grasp but Legion’s behemoth like strong man will not allow Anarchy’s Child to slip from his clutches. With a slow, deliberate transition, Kuroi floats behind… as if float was ever a word you could use to describe to movements of Kuroi, switiching to a back waistlock. Harlowe tries to free himself but the master of the Dark Halo will not be denied. With an effortless flex of his huge muscles, Kuroi falls backwards and sends Harlowe FLYING across the ring with an ENORMOUS GERMAN SUPLEX… AND HARLOWE POPS RIGHT BACK UP! HE’S ON HIS FEET BEFORE KUROI CAN STAND HIMSELF!
Taylor: What resilience from Roy Harlowe!
Romano: These two guys HATE each other, Taylor. And pure hate can be a hell of a motivator.
Turning back to Kuroi, The Sorrow looks to capitalise on his speed advantage and rushes down his overmuscled opponent. Kuroi tries another ham hock fist, swung loosely and more than a little wildly. Harlowe sees Kuroi duck his head to get some extra effort into the swing and carefully steps to the side, avoiding the blow. The Sinister Sorcerer grasps Kuroi’s head, squeezing tightly so that Legion’s Beast’s head begins to turn red and that vein in his forehead bulges a little. Realizing that he has an advantage, Harlowe switches the lock round into a tight cravat, looking to force some of the air free from Kuroi’s lungs. Harlowe hold Kuroi fast as the big man tries to swing his fists in Harlowe’s direction. But this slightly off balances Kuroi and Harlowe capitalises, flipping over and taking Kuroi down hard with a vicious Cravat Suplex! AND KUROI STANDS STRAIGHT BACK UP! The pair square off again and Kuroi emits a low growl in Harlowe’s direction.
Crowd: EH-DUBYA-EFF! EH-DUBYA-EFF!
Taylor: Harlowe able to take the big man down, if only for a second.
Romano: That was pure leverage. Use your opponent’s weight against you. That’s smart wrestling.
Kuroi has the stare of a man with evil intent burning in his eyes. He ducks into Harlowe and lifts his far smaller opponent high over his head with a Military Press. Doing reps with Roy Harlowe’s body like he was lifting a weight bar with absolutely nothing on it, he pushes Harlowe up..
Crowd: ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! FIVE!
..a full five times before taking a meaningful step forwards and just dropping Harlowe face first into the mat. Kuroi breaks into a sprint towards the ropes and AS HARLOWE STANDS STRAIGHT BACK UP DEFIANTLY, KUROI FLATTENS HIM WITH AN EVIL, VICIOUS, NASTY, FUELLED BY HATE, LEGION’S POWER IS GREAT AND KUROI WILL COOK YOU UP AND SERVE YOU ON A PLATE LAAAAAAAAAAAAARIIIIIIIAAAAAAAAAATOOOOOOOOOOO!
Taylor: WHAT A LARIAT!
Dismissively, Kuroi just steps on the floored Harlowe’s chest in the most lackadaisical of covers…
ONE!
And Harlowe easily kicks out. Kuroi turns to Harlowe as he stands and swings again, but Harlowe ducks under Kuroi’s arm and picks up some speed. Harlowe hits the ropes as Kuroi turns slowly, his relative lack of agility showing. The Sorrow, however has plenty of agility to spare and he leaps into the air, swinging his legs out as he grabs hold of Kuroi’s head, spinning round and driving Kuroi down to the mat with a running Tornado DDT. KUROI GETS BACK TO HIS FEET… BUT HARLOWE IS ALREADY OFF AND RUNNING AND HE EFFORTLESSLY BOUNCES OFF THE MIDDLE ROPE AND MOONSAULTS INTO A SPRINGBOARD INVERTED DDT! Harlowe stands and gives a mocking bow as HE does the one foot pin, but as the referee counts
ONE!
Harlowe gives up on the attempt and just walks away.
Taylor: Do you think these two competitors are are going to regret covering in such a loose fashion.
Romano: These pair? I think they want to hurt each other more rather than win. And they’re achieving that.
The pair square off again, and again they start hammering away at each other. Wild, unfocused strikes from Kuroi, each one delivered with approximately zero technique but you don’t NEED techniques when you’re slamming that large a fist into your opponent’s head. Harlowe is still using elbows and forearms, mixed up with the odd kick. Again, the pair fight to a standstill, AND THEN START AGAIN AFTER A TWO SECOND PAUSE! Fists and elbows and kicks and forearms, fists and elbows and kicks and forearms, FISTS AND ELBOWS AND KICKS AND FOREAMS AND CHOPS AND BOOTS AND KNEES AND EVERYTHING!
Crowd: EH-DUBYA-EFF! EH-DUBYA-EFF! EH-DUBYA-EFF!
Romano: You wanted a technical classic? You’re SOL here, buddy. This is an old fashioned brawl.
Finally the two men stop brawling. Both look spent from the burst of extreme effort they have put in but neither wants to give an inch to their hated opponent. Harlowe looks to grasp hold of Kuroi, looking to use the technique that he has and Kuroi generally lacks, him favouring strength… above all. Harlowe puts a hand on Kuroi’s shoulder, looking for a grappling advantage but Kuroi goeso straight for that arm and slings Harlowe the hell away from him, sending him flying towards the ring ropes. Harlowe can’t conrol himself as he rebounds towards the ass of muscles that is Kuroi and the big man lifts his boot into the air and NEARLY TAKES ROY HARLOWE’S HEAD OFF WITH A BIG, NO, NOT BIG, ABSOLUTELY FUCKING MASSIVE BOOT!
Taylor: KUROI’S KUT! KUROI’S KUT!
Romano: I hope Harlowe has access to the crowd after this match.
Taylor: Why, Cassius?
Romano: So he can find his teeth.
Kuroi is feeling it now. He stares down at Harlowe and senses the end is near. With a grim efficiency he manoeuvrers round to where The Sorrow is picking himself off the mat, a little dazed, a little stunned by the sole of Kuroi’s boot. Kuroi grabs his wrist, signalling that the end is near in a manner reminiscent of his stablemate. Harlowe turns slowly, ever so slowly towards Kuroi and then The Beast STRIKES! Kuroi wraps his hand around Harlowe’s throat…
Taylor: DARK HALO! DARK HALO!
...BUT WITH THE REFEREE UNSIGHTED BY KUROI’S BODY, HARLOWE HITS A DESPERATION LOW BLOW KICK! HARLOWE FLIPS KUROI THE DOUBLE BIRD AS KUROI SLUMPS TO THE CANVAS!
Romano: Denied!
Taylor: That should be a DQ!
Romano: Kuroi is a better door than he is a window.
Harlowe wastes no time as he heads across the ring to a corner. He jumps up onto the second rope, then the top before leaping off backwards, flipping in mid air and DRIVING BOTH HIS FEET INTO KUROI’S CHEST!
Taylor: DUALITY DROP! DDUALITY DROP!
With the momentum of the move, Harlowe does a backwards roll and gets back to his feet near the opposite corner. Harlowe climbs again and LEAPS OFF BACKWARDS AGAIN, THIS TIME CONTORTING HIS BODY IN MID AIR INTO A FULL ONE AND THREE QUARTER ROTATIONS! DOUBLE MOONSAULT! EIGHT HUNDRED AND TEN DEGREES OF PAIN! CALL IT WHATEVER YOU WANT BUT IF YOU DON’T CALL IT IMPRESSIVE YOU’RE A DAMN LIAR! HE SPLATS INTO KUROI WITH A SICKENING CRUNCH, HIS CHEST CONNECTING FLUSH WITH KUROI’S!
Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!
Taylor: DARK PARTICLE PRESS! DARK PARTICAL PRESS!
Harlowe lies there on top of Kuroi and the referee counts…
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
Jessie Love: The winner of this match, ROOOOY “THE SORROW” HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARLOOOOOOOOOOWE!
Taylor: This spectacle of carnage is over. Roy Harlowe is your winner!
Romano: But this match must have taken a lot out of both men.
Taylor: This wasn’t a match. This was a WAR.
Romano: I’m with you on that, Taylor.
The lights go for a light shade of pink as "Save That Shit" by Lil Peep begins to play for everyone to hear.
Taylor: Here comes the XHF Tag Team Champion and member of LGBTKO, the Messiah of the Knee Strike! Ryan Young!
Romano: Recently coming off a hot win after beating Jack Diamond, now he faces his former stablemate now bitter enemy, Bobby Barratt.
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
Taylor: Young has been wanting to get his hands on the Prodigal Icon for a while now.
Romano: He must remember to keep his head in the game, who knows where Diamond will be tonight? The Icons, especially Barratt, aren’t known for their.. Sportsmanship.
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?
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.
Be Legendary by Pop Evil starts playing over the sound system. The fans start to cheer in anticipation as purple lights swirl around the arena. When the lyrics come in, all of the house lights come up, illuminating the entire arena in a swathe of Purple and the spotlights converge on the entrance way as Bobby Barratt appears on the stage. The fans go crazy as he allows their cheers to wash over him for a second before heading down to the ring. He heads down to the ring with a plodding intensity that sees him walk past the fans, focused on the match ahead. Bobby hops to the apron and wipes his feet before springing over the top rope and taking in the adoration of the fans.
Taylor: And now the Icon, Bobby Barratt! He says LGBTKO hadn’t been there for him while Jack was to get him out of his slump after losing the X*Crown, what are your thoughts on that?
Romano: He isn’t wrong. It doesn’t make it right what he did, but in the world of wrestling- Betrayal and backstabbing is far from a rarity- Especially when it is beneficial.
Grudge Match
Ryan Young vs Bobby Barratt
Young steps into his respective corner, albeit glaring a hole into Bobby. The same for Barratt as they step forward to look each other in the face. Both unwavering, and heated. The referee pushes them away from each other- telling them that he wants a clean fight, considering the animosity between the two. Young reluctantly steps back once more, rolling his shoulders. Barratt does as well. The bell rings!
Crowd: LET’S GO, BARRATT! RY-AN YOUNG! LET’S GO BARRATT, RY-AN YOUNG!
Taylor: The crowd seems very mixed about their opinions on these two.
Romano: Can you blame them? Barratt is a legend, Young is a promising upcomer a part of one of the most influential and positive stables in AWF- and a tag team champion!
Taylor: You have to wonder, if getting a win over Diamond AND Barratt possibly tonight, it could possibly put Young in the picture for contendership of a singles title.
Romano: That’s a big if, Taylor.
Both men move hesitantly towards each other. They circle around one another, hunched over and warily watching the other’s movements. Both men move closer and lock up!
Taylor: Both have locked up in the middle of the ring, playing it safe so far.
Young manages to transition into a headlock around Bobby and he has held in TIGHT. Bobby grits his teeth and grimaces, trying to push Young off but he refuses to let go.
Romano: Young has that headlock in and doesn’t seem to plan on letting go any time soon!
Barratt manages to get a hand around Young’s back and begins running to the ropes to rebound him off! They both bounce off the ropes, but Young quickly stops the momentum with a harsh grunt, wrenching in that headlock further and grounding Barratt! The crowd is going a bit more excited.
Taylor: It looks like he’s trying to choke him out almost. I can’t say I blame him.
Romano: He’s working on the head to make sure when California Dream lands- it’s lights out for good. Though he shouldn’t let that anger get the best of him, if he does- This match could go wrong fast for him.
Barratt manages to get back to his feet and stumbles to the ropes despite Young’s attempts to ground him once more. Young doesn’t seem to want to let go! The ref walks over and tells him to let go, but he refuses- The ref begins counting to 5- but Young lets go at the count of 4 with heistance slowly, the referee makes sure for it to be a clean break as Young slowly raises his hands away from Barratt- THEN HITS HIM WITH A CHEAP SHOT- A RIGHT HOOK TO THE JAW OF BARRATT! THE CROWD AUDIBLY GASPS AND THE REFEREE SCOLDS YOUNG!
Taylor: WOAH!
Romano: That was uncalled for!
Taylor: Well when someone betrays you in the way Bobby Barratt did to LGBTKO, would you not want to do the same?!
Barratt holds his chin, leaning against the ropes- stunned. Young quickly grabs him and irish whips him to the other side of the ring. Barratt rebounds as Young goes for a Californian Uppercut! Barratt ducks under and grabs Young by the hair, pulling him down into a SITOUT REAR MAT SLAM!
Taylor: DOWNWARD SPIRAL!
Romano: Exactly what I meant earlier!
Barratt quickly gets up, backing up into a corner. The crowd gets excited as he starts tuning up the boy band!
Taylor: He’s already going for an Iconkick!
Young begins to get up, and Barratt goes for his patented superkick-! BUT NO, RYAN CATCHES HIS LEG! Barratt raises his hands trying to reason with Young, but Young simply shakes his head and throws him with a EXPLODER SUPLEX! The crowd erupts from the sound of Bobby hitting his back on the mat.
Taylor What an Exploder!
Romano: Good reflexes from Young.
Barratt makes his way into the corner, in visible pain- Young charges him but Barratt catches him with a surprising kick to the chest- sending Young backwards! He climbs up onto the second rope and flies off with an elbow drop onto Young and goes for the cover!
ONE- KICKOUT!
Barratt gets off of him and lifts him up, then CHOPS the hell out of Young’s chest!
Crowd: WOO!
Then another!
Crowd: WOO!
Bobby then spins around and DECAPITATES YOUNG WITH A SPINNING LARIAT! Young gets turned inside out and clumsily falls out of the ring!
Taylor: JESUS! Does Young know where he is anymore?!
Romano: I’m not sure!
Barratt follows him out of the ring. He grabs an unsuspecting Young and THROWS HIM HEAD FIRST INTO THE BARRICADE! The referee tells him to bring the fight back into the ring, but he refuses to listen! The ref begins counting!
ONE!
Barratt becomes stomping a mudhole into Young and then throws him into the ring post!
TWO!
Barratt grabs him and throws him back into the ring, he climbs in as well- but Young springs up and jabs Barratt, whose on the apron, right in the chest with a back elbow! Barratt doubles over and Young pulls him in between the top and second rope- ROPEHUNG NECKBREAKER!
Taylor: BRUTAL!
Romano: He went down hard!
Young goes for a pin!
ONE!
TW- KICKOUT!
Barratt barely gets the shoulder up. Young lifts him up and pulls him into a Hammerlock with a TWISTED LARIAT! Barratt goes down- but Young maintains wrist control!
Taylor: What is he going for?!
Young lifts Barratt up- performs a RIPCORD- AND RAISES HIS KNEE FOR THE CALIFORNIA DREAM II, BUT BARRATT DUCKS IT AND CATCHES YOUNG WITH THE SIDE EFFECT! THE CROWD ROARS AS BOBBY MAKES HIS WAY TO THE TOP ROPE WHILE A DOWNED YOUNG BARELY STIRS! BARRATT GOES FOR THE SHOOTING STAR PRESS AND LANDS IT, WINDING HIMSELF AND YOUNG! HE GOES FOR THE PIN!
ONE!
TWO! KICKOUT!
YOUNG RAISES A HAND TO THE CEILING! BARRATT RAISES HIM UP AND GOES FOR AN ICONBREAKER- NO! YOUNG REVERSES IT INTO A SPINEBUSTER BUT ALSO GOES DOWN! YOUNG HOLDS HIS CHEST FROM THAT AMAZING SHOOTING STAR PRESS, CLEARLY HURT- BOBBY IS OUT COLD IT SEEMS!
Bobby begins to stir and makes it into a corner, sitting while trying to catch his breath. Young sees this and runs in- DOUBLE KNEES TO THE FACE OF BARRATT!
Taylor: SHOTGUN VALLEY!
Romano: Did that one seem more brutal than usual?!
Taylor: Definitely seemed more aggressive!
Young backs up… AND ANOTHER SHOTGUN VALLEY!
Taylor: ANOTHER ONE!
Romano: CHRIST!
One more time for good measure… a THIRD SHOTGUN VALLEY! THE REFEREE PULLS HIM AWAY TO SEE BARRATT’S CONDITION- HE’S POURING BLOOD FROM HIS FOREHEAD AND NOSE, TURNING THE MAT CRIMSON!
Taylor: Those knees busted him open!
Romano: Badly too- Looks like deep cuts..!
Barratt barely makes it to his feet, unable to fully stand- Young, seething with the hurt and anger of Barratt’s betrayal waits for him to stand AND GOES FOR THE PENALTY KICK RIGHT TO BARRATT’S CHEST!
Crowd: OOH!
Taylor: PEEE KAY! PEEE KAAAAYYY!
Romano: The sound of that kick was vicious!
Young quickly climbs up the top rope, looking down with vengeance in his eyes! HE LEAPS- RAIN OVER ANAHEIM ONTO BARRATT!
Taylor: A VICIOUS LANDING!
Romano: That nearly caved in Barratt’s chest it seems like!
Young gets off of him and begins lifting him up, grabbing his wrist’s, aiming for California Dream III- but what..? Barratt grabs onto and hugs Young’s leg desperately, blood pouring from his face! Young stares down in confusion, but zero empathy or care for Barratt’s beg for mercy.
Barratt begs even more, shaking his head for Young not to do it!
A look of confliction passes on Young’s face, along with reluctance!
Taylor: He’s asking for him to stop!
Romano: A plea. Young should finish the match while he has the chance!
Young eventually decides with gritted teeth to grab both of Barratt’s wrists, and begins to RAISE HIS KNEE-
THE CROWD POPS AND BOOS! EXCITEMENT AND DREAD FEELS THE ARENA! AS JACK DIAMOND STEPS DOWN THE RAMP, LOCKING EYES WITH RYAN YOUNG! YOUNG DROPS THE TIRED, BLEEDING BARRATT TO THE MAT AND GOES TO THE ROPES- EAGER FOR DIAMOND TO ENTER! DIAMOND SIMPLY SMILES! THE REFEREE’S ATTENTION GOES TO DIAMOND AS WELL!
Taylor: WHAT’S JACK DIAMOND DOING OUT HERE?!
Romano: I don’t know but Young better finish the match while he has the chance! Most importantly, he shouldn’t turn his back on the Prodigal Icon!
Suddenly as Young angrily waits for Diamond- But remembers Barratt! He turns around AND NEARLY GETS HIT WITH AN ICONKICK! HE GETS OUT OF THE WAY AND SUPERMAN PUNCHES BARRATT BACK!
Taylor: THAT WAS CLOSE! THIS IS A DIRTY MOVE BY THE ICONS!
Romano: Barratt’s doing what he has to do in order to win, Taylor! I don’t agree with it, but it is what it is!
Diamond stands at ring side as Young lays on the ground in serious pain, but steadily gets up! He’s hurting bad but he runs at Barratt with a CALIFORNIA DREAM- OH NO, BARRATT PULLED THE REFEREE INTO THE WAY! THE REF EATS A KNEE RIGHT TO THE FACE! The ref goes out cold and Young stares down at him in shock- LOW BLOW! LOW BLOW FROM BARRATT, AN UPPERCUT RIGHT BETWEEN THE LEGS OF RYAN YOUNG AS THE REFEREE IS DOWN! YOUNG’S EYES WIDEN AS BOOS FILL THE ARENA, HE CRUMPLES TO THE MAT AND WRITHES IN PAIN!
Taylor: NO!
Romano: Sneaky, but clever! They must have had this planned from the start!
DIAMOND QUICKLY GRABS A CHAIR AND ROLLS INTO THE RING, THE CROWD BEGS HIM NOT TO DO IT- BUT HE STRIKES YOUNG WITH THE CHAIR REPEATEDLY TO THE BACK! PAYBACK FOR THE LOSS TO HIM!
Taylor: SOMEONE STOP HIM!
Romano: OKAYY, NOW THIS HAS GONE TOO FAR!
Young is laid out on the mat, his back has been smashed over so badly that the chair has a dent in it! He groans and shakily tries to the stand, barely able as he reaches out for the ropes-!
Diamond slowly looks towards Barratt. Barratt looks towards Diamond. Diamond tosses him in the chair and Barratt catches it! The bloodied and beaten Prodigal Icon looks down at his former stablemate, his former friend!
Barratt gives him the middle finger!
AND WITH THAT, HE CRACKS RYAN OVER THE HEAD WITH THE CHAIR SO HARD- HIS HEAD GETS STUCK IN BETWEEN IT! YOUNG GOES OUT LIKE A LIGHT!
Taylor: DAMN IT!
Romano: THAT WAS VICIOUS!
BARRATT THROWS THE CHAIR OUT OF THE RING! HE WAKES UP THE DOWNED REFEREE QUICKLY, AND MOVES BACK TO THE CORNER!
Taylor: Not like this… Not like this!
HE TUNES UP THE BOY BAND0- THIS TIME MET WITH BOOS AND HATRED FROM THE CROWD. AS YOUNG SLOWLY MOVES ON HIS KNEES, BARELY CONSCIOUS- ICONKICK RIGHT TO THE TEMPLE! THE BLEEDING BARRATT FALLS ONTO YOUNG TIREDLY FOR THE COVER!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
Taylor: SONOVA…!
The referee helps Barratt up, but he pushes him away and raises his arms much to the crowd’s disapproval!
Jessie Love: Aaand the winner of this match is…. BOBBBBYY BARRAAATTTTTTTTTT!
Diamond rolls into the ring and pats Barratt on the back- raising his arm and pointing towards him. Both men stand in the ring, celebrating the win as they stand over the unconscious Ryan Young.
After the high-intensity match that happened not too long ago, Bobby Barratt is seen walking to the locker room with the Around the Clock Championship over his shoulder. He passes a few technical workers, minding their own business and working to make Road to Victory a top knotch and high quality match. He goes to turn the corner and that's when A BODY RUNS INTO HIM FROM BEHIND! Bobby Barratt bumps into the wall and that's when he finds a very specific person right in front of him.
"It's about time that your belt goes with someone TRULY deserving."
The camera pans up to see...
Bobby: Oh, look... Terry Bradshaw.
Bobby Barratt says this quite half-heartedly. The AWF CFO grins in his full suit as he's looking to give Bobby what he feels he deserves.
Bradshaw: I got you cornered. There's no one to save you!
Bobby: Wow... that would be super scary. I mean, if you were anyone else in the world...
Bradshaw: Well it just so happens, I'm not the one going to do anything to you. COPYCAT, ATTACK!
That's when a scared, sweaty and frightened Copycat is screaming, running at Bobby from the side. Bobby lackadasically turns, sees Copycat and effortlessly clotheslines him to the ground.
Bobby: Look. I'm too tired to entertain you idiots. I'm just going t-
Before Bobby could finish his sentence, Terry pulls out a golf club and HITS Bobby in the back of the knees with a golf club! He quickly kicks Bobby over to his back and forces Copycat over him.
Bradshaw: Oh look! There's no AWF sanctioned referee here! I guess as a high leading official, I'll have to do it.
That's when Terry Bradshaw goes to the floor to count. And by that, I mean Terry Bradshaw slams the golf club onto Copycat's back three times in a lightning-fast tempo, keeping Bobby Barratt from being able to kick out. Actually, Bobby did indeed kick out, but Bradshaw refuses to acknowledge it. He throws the club aside and lifts Copycat's arm into the air, while Copycat is obviously crying from the pain.
Bradshaw: Ladies and gentlemen, your NEW AWF Around the Clock Champion - COPYC
"Ahem"
Terry Bradshaw looks over to the person who cleared his throat. It's..
Ziko: Terry, first off, you're biased. You shouldn't be fighting Copycat's fights for him. And you shouldn't be using WEAPONS for him. And Bobby DID kick out!
Bradshaw: Don't fuck me.
Ziko: BOBBY IS STILL THE AROUND THE CLOCK CHAMPIONSHIP. NOW GET OUT OF HERE.
Terry Bradshaw rolls his eyes as Felix Ziko walks away.
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 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
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 while he wipes the blood from his lips.
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?
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.
Taylor: Vincent Draven is here, and he's been having some inner turmoil as of recently.
Romano: He's been working hard for this and to be a better perso- err... vampire, but the pressure has lead him off the road.
The arena lights pulse red as 'Riot' starts up. Bloodied Fox steps through the curtain, holding one of the XHF tag title belts high. He salutes the crowd and then heads to the ring, fist bumping with some front row fans before sliding in.
Taylor: Bloodied Fox! He's the fan favorite here and everyone wants him to win!
Romano: Well he was voted Underdog of the Year last year. You don't get that for no reason.
“Storm” by Devin Townsend plays as Johnathan Mills enters the ring.
Taylor: And then finally Johnathan Mills. He's actually the only one in this match who didn't enter a tournament to be in this match.
Romano: No, he actually earned his shot before the tournament. He beat Wellington Dunne and was supposed to face off against Eric Dane before his departure. Now, he gets double the challenge where, if he wins, would make this win that much more satisfying.
AWF United States Championship Match
Vincent Draven vs Bloodied Fox vs Jonathan Mills
The bell rings and the three men are in triangle formating, switching eyes among one another. Draven appears to be the most common out of the three, crossing his arms with a smile on his face. The three men, or two men one vampire apprehensively approach the center of the ring. They aren't sure how to begin the first bout of the match because they don't want a third to sneak up from behind. That's when Mills decides to make it easy for them. He waves his hand off dismissively. Basically, he's fine with Draven and Fox fighting over it. He turns around with his hand in the air. Fox and Draven look at each other and sort of nod toward one of them. They both turn to Mills and go after him, double clotheslining him down to the ground! The crowd goes "Oooh!" and the two start stomping on him like there's a bunch of ants at a picnic! They all go after him until Mills starts doing some damage control. He rolls out of the ring. Fox and Draven turn toward each other. Draven doesn't give Fox room to back up. He hip checks him and sends Fox to the corner.
Taylor: What an explosive beginning to this match! Is The Cure teaming up with LGBTKO!?
Romano: Well considering The Cure hasn't been around since Drago up and left the AWF, I'm not so sure that's accurate.
Draven sends a knee to Fox's gut. And another! He moves back and then slingshots himself forward for a spear - But Fox leaps out of the way! Draven crashes! Fox's leap is revealed to roll into a somersault before landing onto his feet. He moves to Draven and sent him a STIFF kick to his back. Draven grits in pain. Fox isn't going to be nice. Things will not be lackadaisical, not from Bloodied Fox. Not in a match of this magnitude. Gold is on the line. Draven's not fighting as much as he did a moment ago. Bloodied Fox takes Vincent Draven on top of the turnbuckle. He fights, but Fox keeps him steady. He's going for a super back body drop! The LGBTKO member brings the former Cure member up on top. The fans are getting loud. Bloodied Fox is about to prepare himelf for the big move - and that's when Johnathan Mills comes and climbs up from the back of the turnbuckle, all the way from behind. And with all his strength, he pushes both Draven and Bloodied Fox down! They're both crashing down to the canvas! Mills then climbs the turnbuckle himself and looks down on the two fallen bodies. Frog splash! It connects and the eager Mills actually decides to cover BOTH of them! Senior Referee Gabe Valentine slides in the for the count:
...One!
...Two
Both opponents kick out at the same time!
Taylor: What an ambitious move from our non-tournament finalist here! He was our number one contender from his win months ago!
Romano: I actually think it's the first time in AWF history that we had a #1, a #2 AND a #3 contender before. Our competition is so strong, but Jonathan Mills is so talented that if he entered the tournament, chances are that he could have still wound up here.
Mills gets up and he also lifts Bloodied Fox to his feet. He Irish whips him over to the ropes. On the rebound, Mills finds Fox ramping up power and taking control of the momentum with a clothesline, but Mills is able to dodge with a drop to the floor. But as Bloodied Fox hops over Johnathan Mills, he doesn't see Vincent Draven. At least not until it's too late! Draven hits Bloodied Fox with a spinning back kick. Then he follows up with a shoot kick. Then he throws a kick to the oblique! Bloodied Fox falls to his knees! Everyone also knows this combination of kicks that Draven has set up! He's going for it! His Dante's Inferno Low Roundhouse Kick! Johnathan Mills comes from behind and runs up from Bloodied Fox and uses his shoulders to jump off from. Before Draven even knows what's what, he hits him with a flying headscissors! What's worse, Mills controls the trajectory so well - either intentionally or by pure coincidence, throws him into the corner where he strikes the corner once more!
Taylor: AGAIN with Draven to that turnbuckle! But this match is just so gosh darn exciting!
Romano: Having a third person to this match really adds to the unpredictability to this match. Anything can happen!
Johnathan Mills smiles as he gets to his feet, looking at the good craftsmanship onto the man who calls himself a vampire. Now, he's not going to be cocky again. He has another opponent to worry about. Mills turns around to Bloodied Fox - WHO JUST HITS HIM WITH A QUESTION MARK KICK! Johnathan Mills goes down! Bloodied Fox isn't going to waste any time. He runs over to the ropes. He jumps off. SPRINGBOARD FROG SPLASH! It's Bloodied Fox's signature AIR VULPINE - AND IT HITS! NO! Mills is able to know what's what quick enough for him to get the knees up at the last possible moment! Mills gets up. He looks down at Bloodied Fox, grasping his stomach in pain like he ate too many fried foods. But Draven is down. Fox is down. He has a shot to win this thing all together. Fox slowly but surely finds his way back toward his feet and that's when Fox goes for it. He runs to the corner and springboards off to a spear. IT HITS! THE FIRESTORM! IT HITS! He goes for the pin over Bloodied Fox!
...One!
...Two!
...Three!
Wait - NO! Draven lands on Mills with a fist at a desperate attempt to remain in the game! It's still considered a two count and this match is still on!
Taylor: That was close! Johnathan Mills was THIS close to being the next AWF United States Champion1
Romano: Like I said - all three of these men belong here. This is the industry where if you want the fame, you have to put in the effort. You can't have a rich uncle making phone calls.
All three men are on the floor. They, of course, got off of each other, but they're winded. Even Johnathan Mills. Finding the strength to hit your move doesn't change the fact that you had to use a ton of energy moving around the ring for the high risk maneuvers. The chests on all three of these men are rapidly rising and falling as they're looking to find the strength to keep moving forward. Johnathan Mills is first to start climbing his feet. He looks towards Bloodied Fox and wants to finish what he has started, but Vincent Draven is the next person to start rising to his feet as well. Mills is forced to turn his attention over to Draven. He approaches the vampire, but Draven picks up some speed and shoves a knee into Mills' stomach. The number one contenders doubles him over. Draven is quick to get him in for a leg hook saito suplex. BOOM! Mills goes down! Draven uses his amazing endurance to not give Mills a second where his attention isn't on him. Draven puts him in a sleeper hold and then SLEEPER SUPLEX!
Taylor: Yikes! Vincent Draven is MURDERING MILLS!
Romano: Oh wow... He's... He's setting up for a big move.
Mills is barely moving at this point, and Draven knows that he needs to finish this combination, and before Bloodied Fox gets up too. Draven goes over to Mills and goes to pick him up and bring him to his feet. But before he can do that, he throws a fist to Draven's stomach. Draven doubles over, but growls in anger. He moves forward and axe handles Mills down, making him malleable. Draven is now able to lift Johnathan Mills back to his feet and can execute his signature Half and Half Suplex - Vamplex! As he goes to execute his move, Bloodied Fox comes up from behind him and drop kicks Vincent Draven so hard, he gets knocked over the top of the nearby ropes! Draven heads to the outside of the ring!
Taylor: And boom! Just like that, Draven heads outside of the ring! If this was the Rumble, Draven would have just lost right then and there!
Romano:v Well it's not and he sure sitll stands a chance but with that said, Draven's so tired he probably can't even get back to his feet.
Bloodied Fox is hanging over the ropes trying to catch his breath. He has a couple of quick huffs and Mills comes from behind Fox and lifts him up into the air for a German suplex! ...Bloodied Fox somehow manages to flip backwardards and lands up on his feet! Mills turns around, assuming that the German suplex hits and as soon as he does so, the first and only thing that he sees before staggering around in pain is a rondhouse kick! Bloodied Fox runs over to the ropes to follow up. As he bounces back, he collides back with Johnathan Mills and takes him down with a headscissor driver - his finisher that he calls Exquisite Red! Bloodied Fox is quick to cover Mills. Senior Referee Gabe Violent slides in for the count:
...One!
...Two!
...Thr-
The count is interrupted as a hand reaches in under the bottom rope and grabs Fox by the ankle. He pulls him off of Mills and pulls him out of the ring as well! Vincent Draven rolls into the ring and decides to cover Mills himself!
...One!
...Two!
...Three!
The bell rings.
Jessie Love: Here is your winner and the NEW AWF United States Champion... Vinceeeeent Draaaaaaaven!
Taylor: Draven won! And he did so by taking the win that Fox secured!
Romano: I wouldn't even call it fighting dirty, though. He didn't cheat. He didn't low blow anyone. He just proved himself to be more cunning than a fox tonight.
Bobby Barratt is shaking his head over all his trouble he has faced earlier on during the evening - first with Aiden, then his match with Ryan Young and finally, a... weird assault from Copycat and Terry Bradshaw. After all, you don't just turn your back on someone and expect them to go easy on you - especially if that person is a bloodthirsty blue chip prospect, ready to make a name for themselves by all means necessary. Bobby goes to pick up his bottle of water when it is kicked over, the contents leaking all over the floor. He looks up at the perpetrator and is shocked to find the messiah of twelve inch pythons, Uncle Hogan, standing before him. Bobby reels back to his feet and shoves the old man out of anger, knocking him on his ass.
Bobby Barratt:
What the fuck is your problem?
Hogan remains situated on the floor, assessing the situation. He grunts and twitches before pulling himself up using a chair, cracking his knuckles and renching his neck.
Momma Gail:
HYYY-YUGHHHHH!
Barratt is clonked on the back of the head by a baking tray, however it barely effects his stature and he turns around - ready to throw hands. Stopping himself at the sight of Momma Gail. He shakes his head in disbelief, struggling to process what is going on. Then it clicks, the AWF Around the Clock Champio-
ROLL-UP!
BOBBY IS ROLLED UP FROM BEHIND!
Hogan rips off his merch to reveal a ref shirt underneath! He drops to the floor as Feargal Nukebuster makes the cover!
ONE! TWO! NO!
BOBBY KICKS OUT FROM THE RIDICULOUSLY QUICK COUNT!
He swivels onto his feet and throws a fist at the Keyboard Warrior! Sending Feargal reeling backwards into one of the lockers! The twenty four year old basement dweller yelps out of fright as the champion fights back! Momma Gail launches the baking tray in Barratt's general direction but ends up clonking Hogan, who's looking to split up the wild brawl! He holds his nose in pain and yells profanities at her, all the while Feargal is getting his ass handed to him by the Icon Prodigy.
Uncle Hogan:
QUICK! FIGHT BACK BROTHER!
Feargal yelps some more before kicking Bobby right in the balls! Everyone winces, none more-so than Bobby - who drops to his knees out of nausea.
Feargal Nukebuster:
OH my god. I am THO thorry.
Bobby shakes his head, trying his best to shake off the feeling.
Uncle Hogan:
PIN HIM FEARGAL! QUICK, ROLL HIM UP!
Feargal shyly whispers sorry as he rolls Barratt up, hanging his head in shame as the cover is made.
ONE! TWO! THREE!
NEW AWF AROUND THE CLOCK CHAMPION!
Momma Gail picks up the belt and hands it to her son as they all rush out of the room, leaving the former champ to hold his bits and sneer his nose.
Bobby Barratt:
...Mo...ther...fu..cker....
Jessie Love: The following contest is scheduled for ONE FALL!
Crowd: ONE FALL!
Jessie Love: ...and is your main event of Road To Victory Three, FOR THE AWF PRESTIIIIIGE CHAMPIONSHIIIIIP!
A heavy drum beat pounds around the arena. Nameless cultists file out of the entrance way, two by two, heads bowed. An organ starts sounding out a morbid tone, joined first by the tolling of ominous bells and a sombre violin.
Along with the words of “Lilith, Kali, Nemesis, Morrigan” by Inkubus Sukkubus, the followers unbow their heads and chant as if they were speaking with one voice.
LILITH, KALI, NEMESIS, MORRIGAN
QUEEN OF THE DARKNESS
QUEEN OF NIGHT.
LILITH, KALI, NEMESIS, MORRIGAN
QUEEN OF THE DARKNESS
QUEEN OF NIGHT.
Te words are repeated over and over, getting louder and louder. Each beat of the drum seems more insistent than the last one. As the song begins to reach its crescendo, smoke begins to billow around the entrance area, slowly rising until is has fully obscured every cultist. The song draws to its end and the smoke begins to settle, replaced with a heavier, darker sound. That of “Lilith Rising,” also by Inkubus Sukkubus. As the smoke clears, Natasha is standing surrounded by her loyal followers, staring down towards the ring area.
“She of a thousand names,
Each her and each the same,
From the dust of ancient lands,
Lost now to the desert sands,
Dream lover, succubus,
Into the heart of us,
Her lips, her breasts hammer in,
Into the dark abyss”
Natasha touches the shoulders of each of her followers and after they are dismissed, they file dutifully towards the back. When the entrance is cleared of the nameless figures she begins a very slow, very deliberate walk to the ring. She steps up the ring ropes and into the ring, walking towards the ropes on the hand camera side and throwing the Spider sign before letting forth a huge Wail Of The Baintsí towards the crowd.
Jessie Love: Introducing the challenger... From Point Pleasant in New Jersey and weighing in tonight at "A Lady Never Tells"... She is "The Gothic Goddess" NAAAAAAATAAAAASHAAAAAAAA!
Taylor: Natasha has done the most despicable act anyone could ever do to someone, brainwash their loved one to join her disciples - The Legionnaires.
Romano: It's an act that has successfully gotten into the head of Seth Dillinger... Speaking of whi--
"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 does not strut out as per usual but he CHARGES out from behind the curtain with the AWF Prestige Championship being dragged along the floor, a death stare right into the eyes of Natasha who waits patiently in the ring.
Jessie Love: Introducing the champion... From Philadelphia and weighing in tonight at two hundred and fifteen pounds... He is your current, reigning and defending AWF Prestige Champion; SEEEEEEEETH DILLLLLLI--
Jessie Love doesn't even finish announcing Seth's introduction as he drops the title where he stands and makes a quick dash to the ring, leaping onto the apron and then springboarding into the ring with a Dropkick to Natasha that sends her flying to the outside of the ring.
Taylor: SETH! WITH THE DROPKICK!
Romano: THE WHOLE NEW SIDE TO SETH HAS BEEN UNLEASHED!
Seth kips up to his feet, looks out to find Natasha getting back to her feet and then rebounds off the ropes, cartwheeling and leaping over the ropes with a Suicide Corkscrew Moonsault! Seth drags Natasha to her feet and then throws her head first into the ring post, and again, and once more before throwing her back into the ring and then heading to the opposite side of the ring to head into his corner.
Romano: I have to admit, that was a beautiful Sasuke Special by Dillinger! But he is STILL a man with fire in his eyes, boiling blood in his veins, he's out to kill!
Taylor: Post to post to post with Natasha, now can we finally get this match officially started?! Seth might go unleashed if the referee doesn't hurry up!
AWF Prestige Championship Match
Seth Dillinger (c) vs Natasha
DING! DING! DING!
The referee calls for the bell and within an instant, it's Seth Dillinger with the John Woo Dropkick to a barely standing Natasha that sends her flying back into the corner. Natasha's seated as Seth runs back into his corner and then makes another quick dash and lands a nasty Hesitation Dropkick to the face of Natasha, Seth then runs the ropes and leaps to the top rope, setting his sights on Natasha before leaping and front flipping into a Coast to Coast! Both feet driving into the face of Natasha! Dillinger then drags Natasha back to her feet and begins to beat into the jaw of Natasha with some strong forearm strikes but Natasha ducks one and grabs the throat of Seth! HAND OF FAT- NO! POISIONRANA!! NATASHA IS SPIKED ONTO HER HEAD!
Romano: What a counter from Seth! He’s not messing around tonight, this is a do or die situation!
Taylor: Seth just wants to hurt Natasha as much as he can right now, leave her crushed and defeated.
Romano: ...that’s difficult considering she has three whole personalities living inside her.
Natasha rolls from being spiked onto her knees, seeing a Bicycle Knee coming at her as she grabs the leg of Dillinger and begins to bite at the leg of Seth, teeth piercing through the tights. Dillinger pulls the leg back before we hear a loud and thunderous clap as Seth’s knee is driven to the jaw of Natasha but she seems to have taken no effect from it. Natasha begins to rise as Seth brings in another knee to the jaw but Natasha is just laughing, she’s smiling and it’s giving off such a sinister vibe to it all. Seth goes for one more knee but Natasha grabs it and hooks it before launching him over her head with an Exploder Suplex. Dillinger lands on his neck and is folded like an accordion.
Taylor: Was… Was she laughing? Was she actually laughing at those knee strikes?
Romano: I believe she was, and it doesn’t surprise me, she’s twisted in her head.
Taylor: We’ve been told she has the tendencies to be very… crazed and… insane.
Romano: ...and to be able to fold someone like that means that Seth isn’t the only one with a mindset to kill tonight.
Seth finds himself near the ropes and pulls himself up onto his feet, only to be met with a Spinning Heel Kick by Natasha. Dillinger stumbles back into the corner as he’s met with the Turning Uppercut Palm Strike! ...or so she thought as Dillinger has already grabbed Natasha by the waist and lifts her up, carries her to the middle of the ring before going for a Bridging German Suplex.
ONE
TW-
Natasha kicks out with ease, but Seth just lands a sickening Double Stomp to the abdomen of Natasha. Seth springs onto the ropes and lands a Moonsault onto Natasha, and then goes for another but Natasha raises her feet up and Seth lands right on them. The Gothic Goddess watches Dillinger stumble back into the ropes before landing a sickening Roundhouse Kick to the side of his head, followed by a Discus Forearm Smash and then drops Dillinger with the Pendulum Backbreaker. Natasha then pounces onto Seth and begins to unload a number of Hammerfists right into Seth’s face. Dillinger pushes Natasha off him and then kips up into a Hurricanrana!
Taylor: The Kip Up Hurricanrana! Seth’s getting his groove back.
Romano: Which groove is he going to take? The normal or vicious?
Taylor: Well, we’ll just have to wait and se--
Seth kips up and drives the knee right into the skull of Natasha!
Taylor and Romano: Vicious.
Seth continues to stomp down on Natasha, the referee beginning his count.
ONE
TWO
THREE
FOUR
FIV-
Seth stops his assault, hands raised up in the air before he’ll continue the stampede, targeting the head of Natasha with each stomp.
ONE
TWO
THREE
FOUR
FIV-
Once again, Seth stops his stampede on Natasha. The referee, Gabe Valentine, pushes Seth aside and warns him about the risk of losing by disqualification. Whilst that happens, Natasha has risen and has set her sights on Seth. Natasha grabs Gabe by the shoulder and throws him to the side, attacking Seth until he's cornered and beginning a flurry of strikes, chops and forearm smashes. It's the Rage of The Maiden from Natasha and she doesn't seem to stop! Continuing the chops and forearm strikes until Seth slumps down in the corner, Natasha grabs Seth by the hair and pulls him up to his feet, Seth's turned around and then picked up before being slammed with a Japanese Ocean Suplex. Natasha goes for the pinfall on Seth.
ONE
TWO
Seth kicks out at two.
Romano: Natasha seems to be using Seth's anger against him, it's draining him slowly.
Taylor: It's a good strategy, she's getting into his head even more than ever.
Romano: An-- Oh no, Natasha, no!
Natasha rolls out of the ring and looks underneath the ring, she begins to pull out a few chairs and one singular table, she slides a chair into the ring and then grabs another before sliding into the ring and JUST BARELY missing a swing down of a chair from Seth. The chairs clash as both swing for one another, Seth lets the chair go and it flies right into Greg Valentine! Natasha swings the chair again but Seth grabs it, pulls it away from from Natasha and throws it aside. Seth throws Natasha out of the ring and throws her over the announce table and right into Taylor and Romano!
Romano: OH SHI-
Taylor: LOOK OUT!
Seth leaps over the table and begins to beat down Natasha, he picks her up and places her down on the announce table, Seth leaps onto the steel barricade and moonsaults off and lands through the table with Natasha! Dillinger holds to his ribcage from the impact, but manages to pull through and set up the table that Natasha pulled out earlier. Natasha's already on her feet and attacks Seth from behind! She throws Seth right into the steel steps and then takes a few steps back before making a run up, Seth moves out of the way as Natasha raises her knee up. Seth leaps onto the steps and drives both feet into the spine of Natasha, who is still laying on the steps. Seth then stomps down on the back of Natasha's head, dragging her head closer to the steps and then delivering a sickening Curb Stomp down onto the steel steps!
Crowd: FIGHT FOR-EV-ER! clap clap clapclapclap FIGHT FOR-EV-ER! clap clap clapclapclap FIGHT FOR-EV-ER! clap clap clapclapclap
Seth grabs Natasha and brings her over to the table, placing her down onto it and then looks up to the top ropes. Seth looks out to the crowd as they cheer him on to do something crazy. Dillinger leaps onto the apron and then quickly leaps up to the top rope, turning around to look down at Natasha. Seth stands up and takes a deep breath before blessing himself and LEAPING OFF THE TOP ROPE WITH A SIX THIRTY SENTON THROUGH THE TABLE! NATASHA MOVED OUT OF THE WAY JUST IN TIME, SETH CRASHES BADLY! BOTH COMPETITORS ARE NOT MOVING AN INCH, BOTH OF THEM HAVE BEEN PUT THROUGH HELL!
Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!
Natasha is the first to move as she crawls away from the carnage that's happened all around her, she grabs the ring apron and pulls herself up to her feet. She grabs Seth by the hair and drags him over to the ring, throwing him under the bottom rope before slowly rolling in. She gets to one knee and raises her head, letting out a blood curdling scream known as the Howl of the Baintsi. She begins to stalk the Prestige Champion, blood dripping down her face from a deep cut on her forehead, as Seth gets back to his feet he catches Natasha with a Superkick! Seth goes for the Spinning Back Kick to the stomach of Natasha and hooks both arms, lifting her up into position for a Canadian Backbreaker before quickly transitioning it into a modified Corkscrew Neckbreaker!
Taylor: I think we're good now, I think we're okay!
Romano: AS I JUST LOOKED UP, WHAT DID SETH JUST DO!?
Taylor: I believe that to have been a Storm Breaker! Paying homage to The Prince of Immortality with his Storm Zero finisher.
Romano: Considering it was Natasha who put Maverick out for good and in a wheelchair, she had it coming.
Seth grabs Natasha and throws her into the corner, lifting her up onto the top rope and leaves her to sit up there. Seth leaps over the ropes and waits patiently for Natasha's next move. She begins to stir and Seth leaps onto the ropes, going for a South Philly Stunner off the top but NO! NATASHA GRABS HIM! NATASHA HAS A HOLD ON SETH AND SHE... SHE'S GOING FOR THE CRADLE TOMBSTONE PILEDRIVER! SHE HAS THE ARM HOOKED AS SHE STANDS ON THE SECOND ROPE! SHE GOES TO LEAP BUT SHE FALLS BACK, SETH SLIDES DOWN ONTO THE APRON AS NATASHA GAINS BALANCE ON THE SECOND ROPE. SETH LEAPS AND TURNS, HIS BACK TURNED TO VALENTINE WHO FINALLY RE-EMERGES AND NATASHA FACING THE REFEREE HERSELF.
Taylor: oh NO!
Romano: No fuc--
CORKSCREW SOUTH PHILLY STUNNER FROM THE SECOND ROPE ON NATASHA! SETH SEES NO END TO THIS SO SOON, HE GOES UP TO THE TOP AGAIN AS THE CROWD ARE ROARING THEIR VOICES OUT! CHEERS ARE ECHOING THROUGHOUT THE ARENA! SETH LEAPS AND ACID RAIN CONNECTS! ACID RAIN RIGHT DOWN ONTO NATASHA! SETH GOES FOR THE COVER
ON-
NATASHA KICKS OUT BEFORE THE ONE COUNT IS MADE! NATASHA FUCKING KICKED OUT BEFORE ONE! THE CROWD ARE IN SHOCK, SETH IS IN SHOCK, EVERYONE IN THE ARENA IS IN SHOCK! Seth is furious, he rolls out of the ring and grabs one of the chairs from before and rolls back into the ring but he finds that Natasha is already on her knees waiting for Seth as she smiles and laughs like an evil demon possessed. Seth then glances up and notices someone coming down the ramp... His eyes widen upon seeing who it is.
Taylor: Oh no, it's Dennis! Dennis is here!
Romano: Someone get him out of here, someone get him the hell out of here.
Gabe is distracted by Dennis' sudden appearance, so much so, it's given Natasha the opportunity to land a low blow to Seth! She grabs him by the throat and DELIVERS THE HAND OF FATE TO SETH! SHE PLACES THE HAND ON HIS CHEST AND THE COVER IS MADE! GABE VALENTINE FINALLY TAKES NOTICE TO THE PIN ATTEMPT!
ONE
TWO
THREE
NOOOOO! SETH KICKS OUT AT THE LAST SECOND! NATASHA HAS SEEN ENOUGH, AND SENDS THE FINAL MESSAGE WITH A CUT THROAT GESTURE AS SHE ATTEMPTS GODDESS OF DEATH ONCE MORE BUT SETH COUNTERS... INTO HIS OWN CRADLE TOMBSTONE PILEDRIVER!!
Romano: SETH LANDS THE GODDESS OF DEATH! THE MOVE THAT HAS TAKEN OUT THREE MEN!
Taylor: MAVERICK, THE NIHILISTS AND ARRON BLACK ALL SUFFERED THE SAME FATE, AND NATASHA GOT A TASTE OF HER OWN MEDICINE!
Seth grabs the chair once again as Dennis climbs onto the ring apron, both Seth and Dennis lock eyes as they stare at one another, Seth looks down at the chair in his hands and the look of disappointment fills his face. Seth looks to throw the chair away but then...
CRACK!!!
Taylor: WHAT THE!?
Romano: SETH! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!
SETH CRACKS THE CHAIR OVER THE HEAD OF GABE VALENTINE BEFORE BRINGING THE CHAIR DOWN ONTO THE HEAD OF NATASHA, REPEATEDLY BEATING THE EVER LOVING SHIT OUT OF HER. THE CROWDS LOUD CHEERS START TO TURN TO SILENCE, THE ARENA BEGINNING TO GET QUIETER WITH EACH CHAIR SHOT TO NATASHA. SETH DOESN'T EVEN STOP, HIS ROARS WITH EACH SWING GETTING MORE VICIOUS AND GRUESOME, EACH SHOT WITH THE CHAIR GETTING LOUDER AND HARDER.
The crowd have become silent, they are stunned with what they are watching. Seth keeps beating down on the head of Natasha as Junior Referee, Steve Tyrell, comes down and calls for the bell to end the match once and for all. Seth still continues his assault on Natasha before it's Ryan Young who'll come out from the back and slide into the ring, taking the chair from Seth and throwing it out of the ring, Seth grabs Ryan but he realises what he's doing before he could go too far.
Jessie Love: Here is your winner by disqualification, Natasha.
EMTs and Doctors surround the ring, Seth looks to where Dennis was standing - But he is gone. Seth then looks down at Natasha and places a foot on the back of her neck, before he's handed the title by Ryan.
Jessie Love: ...but still your AWF Prestige Champion, Seth Dillinger.
Seth has no expression but anger, fire in his eyes still burning wildly. Suddenly, the lights go out before they come back on a few seconds later... Natasha is gone. All that's left is a pool of her own blood, courtesy of the AWF Prestige Champion's blind fit of rage. Seth's right foot, which was on Natasha's neck, is now placed in the pool of her own blood. He puts no pass on it at all and raises his championship up high as no music plays but there's no crowd reaction, they're all dead silent. The final shot we see is Seth Dillinger with the title held high, Ryan Young looking shocked along with the crowd behind him as the feed cuts to black.
Taylor: Vincent Draven is here, and he's been having some inner turmoil as of recently.
Romano: He's been working hard for this and to be a better perso- err... vampire, but the pressure has lead him off the road.
The arena lights pulse red as 'Riot' starts up. Bloodied Fox steps through the curtain, holding one of the XHF tag title belts high. He salutes the crowd and then heads to the ring, fist bumping with some front row fans before sliding in.
Taylor: Bloodied Fox! He's the fan favorite here and everyone wants him to win!
Romano: Well he was voted Underdog of the Year last year. You don't get that for no reason.
“Storm” by Devin Townsend plays as Johnathan Mills enters the ring.
Taylor: And then finally Johnathan Mills. He's actually the only one in this match who didn't enter a tournament to be in this match.
Romano: No, he actually earned his shot before the tournament. He beat Wellington Dunne and was supposed to face off against Eric Dane before his departure. Now, he gets double the challenge where, if he wins, would make this win that much more satisfying.
AWF United States Championship Match
Vincent Draven vs Bloodied Fox vs Jonathan Mills
The bell rings and the three men are in triangle formating, switching eyes among one another. Draven appears to be the most common out of the three, crossing his arms with a smile on his face. The three men, or two men one vampire apprehensively approach the center of the ring. They aren't sure how to begin the first bout of the match because they don't want a third to sneak up from behind. That's when Mills decides to make it easy for them. He waves his hand off dismissively. Basically, he's fine with Draven and Fox fighting over it. He turns around with his hand in the air. Fox and Draven look at each other and sort of nod toward one of them. They both turn to Mills and go after him, double clotheslining him down to the ground! The crowd goes "Oooh!" and the two start stomping on him like there's a bunch of ants at a picnic! They all go after him until Mills starts doing some damage control. He rolls out of the ring. Fox and Draven turn toward each other. Draven doesn't give Fox room to back up. He hip checks him and sends Fox to the corner.
Taylor: What an explosive beginning to this match! Is The Cure teaming up with LGBTKO!?
Romano: Well considering The Cure hasn't been around since Drago up and left the AWF, I'm not so sure that's accurate.
Draven sends a knee to Fox's gut. And another! He moves back and then slingshots himself forward for a spear - But Fox leaps out of the way! Draven crashes! Fox's leap is revealed to roll into a somersault before landing onto his feet. He moves to Draven and sent him a STIFF kick to his back. Draven grits in pain. Fox isn't going to be nice. Things will not be lackadaisical, not from Bloodied Fox. Not in a match of this magnitude. Gold is on the line. Draven's not fighting as much as he did a moment ago. Bloodied Fox takes Vincent Draven on top of the turnbuckle. He fights, but Fox keeps him steady. He's going for a super back body drop! The LGBTKO member brings the former Cure member up on top. The fans are getting loud. Bloodied Fox is about to prepare himelf for the big move - and that's when Johnathan Mills comes and climbs up from the back of the turnbuckle, all the way from behind. And with all his strength, he pushes both Draven and Bloodied Fox down! They're both crashing down to the canvas! Mills then climbs the turnbuckle himself and looks down on the two fallen bodies. Frog splash! It connects and the eager Mills actually decides to cover BOTH of them! Senior Referee Gabe Valentine slides in the for the count:
...One!
...Two
Both opponents kick out at the same time!
Taylor: What an ambitious move from our non-tournament finalist here! He was our number one contender from his win months ago!
Romano: I actually think it's the first time in AWF history that we had a #1, a #2 AND a #3 contender before. Our competition is so strong, but Jonathan Mills is so talented that if he entered the tournament, chances are that he could have still wound up here.
Mills gets up and he also lifts Bloodied Fox to his feet. He Irish whips him over to the ropes. On the rebound, Mills finds Fox ramping up power and taking control of the momentum with a clothesline, but Mills is able to dodge with a drop to the floor. But as Bloodied Fox hops over Johnathan Mills, he doesn't see Vincent Draven. At least not until it's too late! Draven hits Bloodied Fox with a spinning back kick. Then he follows up with a shoot kick. Then he throws a kick to the oblique! Bloodied Fox falls to his knees! Everyone also knows this combination of kicks that Draven has set up! He's going for it! His Dante's Inferno Low Roundhouse Kick! Johnathan Mills comes from behind and runs up from Bloodied Fox and uses his shoulders to jump off from. Before Draven even knows what's what, he hits him with a flying headscissors! What's worse, Mills controls the trajectory so well - either intentionally or by pure coincidence, throws him into the corner where he strikes the corner once more!
Taylor: AGAIN with Draven to that turnbuckle! But this match is just so gosh darn exciting!
Romano: Having a third person to this match really adds to the unpredictability to this match. Anything can happen!
Johnathan Mills smiles as he gets to his feet, looking at the good craftsmanship onto the man who calls himself a vampire. Now, he's not going to be cocky again. He has another opponent to worry about. Mills turns around to Bloodied Fox - WHO JUST HITS HIM WITH A QUESTION MARK KICK! Johnathan Mills goes down! Bloodied Fox isn't going to waste any time. He runs over to the ropes. He jumps off. SPRINGBOARD FROG SPLASH! It's Bloodied Fox's signature AIR VULPINE - AND IT HITS! NO! Mills is able to know what's what quick enough for him to get the knees up at the last possible moment! Mills gets up. He looks down at Bloodied Fox, grasping his stomach in pain like he ate too many fried foods. But Draven is down. Fox is down. He has a shot to win this thing all together. Fox slowly but surely finds his way back toward his feet and that's when Fox goes for it. He runs to the corner and springboards off to a spear. IT HITS! THE FIRESTORM! IT HITS! He goes for the pin over Bloodied Fox!
...One!
...Two!
...Three!
Wait - NO! Draven lands on Mills with a fist at a desperate attempt to remain in the game! It's still considered a two count and this match is still on!
Taylor: That was close! Johnathan Mills was THIS close to being the next AWF United States Champion1
Romano: Like I said - all three of these men belong here. This is the industry where if you want the fame, you have to put in the effort. You can't have a rich uncle making phone calls.
All three men are on the floor. They, of course, got off of each other, but they're winded. Even Johnathan Mills. Finding the strength to hit your move doesn't change the fact that you had to use a ton of energy moving around the ring for the high risk maneuvers. The chests on all three of these men are rapidly rising and falling as they're looking to find the strength to keep moving forward. Johnathan Mills is first to start climbing his feet. He looks towards Bloodied Fox and wants to finish what he has started, but Vincent Draven is the next person to start rising to his feet as well. Mills is forced to turn his attention over to Draven. He approaches the vampire, but Draven picks up some speed and shoves a knee into Mills' stomach. The number one contenders doubles him over. Draven is quick to get him in for a leg hook saito suplex. BOOM! Mills goes down! Draven uses his amazing endurance to not give Mills a second where his attention isn't on him. Draven puts him in a sleeper hold and then SLEEPER SUPLEX!
Taylor: Yikes! Vincent Draven is MURDERING MILLS!
Romano: Oh wow... He's... He's setting up for a big move.
Mills is barely moving at this point, and Draven knows that he needs to finish this combination, and before Bloodied Fox gets up too. Draven goes over to Mills and goes to pick him up and bring him to his feet. But before he can do that, he throws a fist to Draven's stomach. Draven doubles over, but growls in anger. He moves forward and axe handles Mills down, making him malleable. Draven is now able to lift Johnathan Mills back to his feet and can execute his signature Half and Half Suplex - Vamplex! As he goes to execute his move, Bloodied Fox comes up from behind him and drop kicks Vincent Draven so hard, he gets knocked over the top of the nearby ropes! Draven heads to the outside of the ring!
Taylor: And boom! Just like that, Draven heads outside of the ring! If this was the Rumble, Draven would have just lost right then and there!
Romano:v Well it's not and he sure sitll stands a chance but with that said, Draven's so tired he probably can't even get back to his feet.
Bloodied Fox is hanging over the ropes trying to catch his breath. He has a couple of quick huffs and Mills comes from behind Fox and lifts him up into the air for a German suplex! ...Bloodied Fox somehow manages to flip backwardards and lands up on his feet! Mills turns around, assuming that the German suplex hits and as soon as he does so, the first and only thing that he sees before staggering around in pain is a rondhouse kick! Bloodied Fox runs over to the ropes to follow up. As he bounces back, he collides back with Johnathan Mills and takes him down with a headscissor driver - his finisher that he calls Exquisite Red! Bloodied Fox is quick to cover Mills. Senior Referee Gabe Violent slides in for the count:
...One!
...Two!
...Thr-
The count is interrupted as a hand reaches in under the bottom rope and grabs Fox by the ankle. He pulls him off of Mills and pulls him out of the ring as well! Vincent Draven rolls into the ring and decides to cover Mills himself!
...One!
...Two!
...Three!
The bell rings.
Jessie Love: Here is your winner and the NEW AWF United States Champion... Vinceeeeent Draaaaaaaven!
Taylor: Draven won! And he did so by taking the win that Fox secured!
Romano: I wouldn't even call it fighting dirty, though. He didn't cheat. He didn't low blow anyone. He just proved himself to be more cunning than a fox tonight.
Bobby Barratt is shaking his head over all his trouble he has faced earlier on during the evening - first with Aiden, then his match with Ryan Young and finally, a... weird assault from Copycat and Terry Bradshaw. After all, you don't just turn your back on someone and expect them to go easy on you - especially if that person is a bloodthirsty blue chip prospect, ready to make a name for themselves by all means necessary. Bobby goes to pick up his bottle of water when it is kicked over, the contents leaking all over the floor. He looks up at the perpetrator and is shocked to find the messiah of twelve inch pythons, Uncle Hogan, standing before him. Bobby reels back to his feet and shoves the old man out of anger, knocking him on his ass.
Bobby Barratt:
What the fuck is your problem?
Hogan remains situated on the floor, assessing the situation. He grunts and twitches before pulling himself up using a chair, cracking his knuckles and renching his neck.
Momma Gail:
HYYY-YUGHHHHH!
Barratt is clonked on the back of the head by a baking tray, however it barely effects his stature and he turns around - ready to throw hands. Stopping himself at the sight of Momma Gail. He shakes his head in disbelief, struggling to process what is going on. Then it clicks, the AWF Around the Clock Champio-
ROLL-UP!
BOBBY IS ROLLED UP FROM BEHIND!
Hogan rips off his merch to reveal a ref shirt underneath! He drops to the floor as Feargal Nukebuster makes the cover!
ONE! TWO! NO!
BOBBY KICKS OUT FROM THE RIDICULOUSLY QUICK COUNT!
He swivels onto his feet and throws a fist at the Keyboard Warrior! Sending Feargal reeling backwards into one of the lockers! The twenty four year old basement dweller yelps out of fright as the champion fights back! Momma Gail launches the baking tray in Barratt's general direction but ends up clonking Hogan, who's looking to split up the wild brawl! He holds his nose in pain and yells profanities at her, all the while Feargal is getting his ass handed to him by the Icon Prodigy.
Uncle Hogan:
QUICK! FIGHT BACK BROTHER!
Feargal yelps some more before kicking Bobby right in the balls! Everyone winces, none more-so than Bobby - who drops to his knees out of nausea.
Feargal Nukebuster:
OH my god. I am THO thorry.
Bobby shakes his head, trying his best to shake off the feeling.
Uncle Hogan:
PIN HIM FEARGAL! QUICK, ROLL HIM UP!
Feargal shyly whispers sorry as he rolls Barratt up, hanging his head in shame as the cover is made.
ONE! TWO! THREE!
NEW AWF AROUND THE CLOCK CHAMPION!
Momma Gail picks up the belt and hands it to her son as they all rush out of the room, leaving the former champ to hold his bits and sneer his nose.
Bobby Barratt:
...Mo...ther...fu..cker....
Jessie Love: The following contest is scheduled for ONE FALL!
Crowd: ONE FALL!
Jessie Love: ...and is your main event of Road To Victory Three, FOR THE AWF PRESTIIIIIGE CHAMPIONSHIIIIIP!
A heavy drum beat pounds around the arena. Nameless cultists file out of the entrance way, two by two, heads bowed. An organ starts sounding out a morbid tone, joined first by the tolling of ominous bells and a sombre violin.
Along with the words of “Lilith, Kali, Nemesis, Morrigan” by Inkubus Sukkubus, the followers unbow their heads and chant as if they were speaking with one voice.
LILITH, KALI, NEMESIS, MORRIGAN
QUEEN OF THE DARKNESS
QUEEN OF NIGHT.
LILITH, KALI, NEMESIS, MORRIGAN
QUEEN OF THE DARKNESS
QUEEN OF NIGHT.
Te words are repeated over and over, getting louder and louder. Each beat of the drum seems more insistent than the last one. As the song begins to reach its crescendo, smoke begins to billow around the entrance area, slowly rising until is has fully obscured every cultist. The song draws to its end and the smoke begins to settle, replaced with a heavier, darker sound. That of “Lilith Rising,” also by Inkubus Sukkubus. As the smoke clears, Natasha is standing surrounded by her loyal followers, staring down towards the ring area.
“She of a thousand names,
Each her and each the same,
From the dust of ancient lands,
Lost now to the desert sands,
Dream lover, succubus,
Into the heart of us,
Her lips, her breasts hammer in,
Into the dark abyss”
Natasha touches the shoulders of each of her followers and after they are dismissed, they file dutifully towards the back. When the entrance is cleared of the nameless figures she begins a very slow, very deliberate walk to the ring. She steps up the ring ropes and into the ring, walking towards the ropes on the hand camera side and throwing the Spider sign before letting forth a huge Wail Of The Baintsí towards the crowd.
Jessie Love: Introducing the challenger... From Point Pleasant in New Jersey and weighing in tonight at "A Lady Never Tells"... She is "The Gothic Goddess" NAAAAAAATAAAAASHAAAAAAAA!
Taylor: Natasha has done the most despicable act anyone could ever do to someone, brainwash their loved one to join her disciples - The Legionnaires.
Romano: It's an act that has successfully gotten into the head of Seth Dillinger... Speaking of whi--
"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 does not strut out as per usual but he CHARGES out from behind the curtain with the AWF Prestige Championship being dragged along the floor, a death stare right into the eyes of Natasha who waits patiently in the ring.
Jessie Love: Introducing the champion... From Philadelphia and weighing in tonight at two hundred and fifteen pounds... He is your current, reigning and defending AWF Prestige Champion; SEEEEEEEETH DILLLLLLI--
Jessie Love doesn't even finish announcing Seth's introduction as he drops the title where he stands and makes a quick dash to the ring, leaping onto the apron and then springboarding into the ring with a Dropkick to Natasha that sends her flying to the outside of the ring.
Taylor: SETH! WITH THE DROPKICK!
Romano: THE WHOLE NEW SIDE TO SETH HAS BEEN UNLEASHED!
Seth kips up to his feet, looks out to find Natasha getting back to her feet and then rebounds off the ropes, cartwheeling and leaping over the ropes with a Suicide Corkscrew Moonsault! Seth drags Natasha to her feet and then throws her head first into the ring post, and again, and once more before throwing her back into the ring and then heading to the opposite side of the ring to head into his corner.
Romano: I have to admit, that was a beautiful Sasuke Special by Dillinger! But he is STILL a man with fire in his eyes, boiling blood in his veins, he's out to kill!
Taylor: Post to post to post with Natasha, now can we finally get this match officially started?! Seth might go unleashed if the referee doesn't hurry up!
AWF Prestige Championship Match
Seth Dillinger (c) vs Natasha
DING! DING! DING!
The referee calls for the bell and within an instant, it's Seth Dillinger with the John Woo Dropkick to a barely standing Natasha that sends her flying back into the corner. Natasha's seated as Seth runs back into his corner and then makes another quick dash and lands a nasty Hesitation Dropkick to the face of Natasha, Seth then runs the ropes and leaps to the top rope, setting his sights on Natasha before leaping and front flipping into a Coast to Coast! Both feet driving into the face of Natasha! Dillinger then drags Natasha back to her feet and begins to beat into the jaw of Natasha with some strong forearm strikes but Natasha ducks one and grabs the throat of Seth! HAND OF FAT- NO! POISIONRANA!! NATASHA IS SPIKED ONTO HER HEAD!
Romano: What a counter from Seth! He’s not messing around tonight, this is a do or die situation!
Taylor: Seth just wants to hurt Natasha as much as he can right now, leave her crushed and defeated.
Romano: ...that’s difficult considering she has three whole personalities living inside her.
Natasha rolls from being spiked onto her knees, seeing a Bicycle Knee coming at her as she grabs the leg of Dillinger and begins to bite at the leg of Seth, teeth piercing through the tights. Dillinger pulls the leg back before we hear a loud and thunderous clap as Seth’s knee is driven to the jaw of Natasha but she seems to have taken no effect from it. Natasha begins to rise as Seth brings in another knee to the jaw but Natasha is just laughing, she’s smiling and it’s giving off such a sinister vibe to it all. Seth goes for one more knee but Natasha grabs it and hooks it before launching him over her head with an Exploder Suplex. Dillinger lands on his neck and is folded like an accordion.
Taylor: Was… Was she laughing? Was she actually laughing at those knee strikes?
Romano: I believe she was, and it doesn’t surprise me, she’s twisted in her head.
Taylor: We’ve been told she has the tendencies to be very… crazed and… insane.
Romano: ...and to be able to fold someone like that means that Seth isn’t the only one with a mindset to kill tonight.
Seth finds himself near the ropes and pulls himself up onto his feet, only to be met with a Spinning Heel Kick by Natasha. Dillinger stumbles back into the corner as he’s met with the Turning Uppercut Palm Strike! ...or so she thought as Dillinger has already grabbed Natasha by the waist and lifts her up, carries her to the middle of the ring before going for a Bridging German Suplex.
ONE
TW-
Natasha kicks out with ease, but Seth just lands a sickening Double Stomp to the abdomen of Natasha. Seth springs onto the ropes and lands a Moonsault onto Natasha, and then goes for another but Natasha raises her feet up and Seth lands right on them. The Gothic Goddess watches Dillinger stumble back into the ropes before landing a sickening Roundhouse Kick to the side of his head, followed by a Discus Forearm Smash and then drops Dillinger with the Pendulum Backbreaker. Natasha then pounces onto Seth and begins to unload a number of Hammerfists right into Seth’s face. Dillinger pushes Natasha off him and then kips up into a Hurricanrana!
Taylor: The Kip Up Hurricanrana! Seth’s getting his groove back.
Romano: Which groove is he going to take? The normal or vicious?
Taylor: Well, we’ll just have to wait and se--
Seth kips up and drives the knee right into the skull of Natasha!
Taylor and Romano: Vicious.
Seth continues to stomp down on Natasha, the referee beginning his count.
ONE
TWO
THREE
FOUR
FIV-
Seth stops his assault, hands raised up in the air before he’ll continue the stampede, targeting the head of Natasha with each stomp.
ONE
TWO
THREE
FOUR
FIV-
Once again, Seth stops his stampede on Natasha. The referee, Gabe Valentine, pushes Seth aside and warns him about the risk of losing by disqualification. Whilst that happens, Natasha has risen and has set her sights on Seth. Natasha grabs Gabe by the shoulder and throws him to the side, attacking Seth until he's cornered and beginning a flurry of strikes, chops and forearm smashes. It's the Rage of The Maiden from Natasha and she doesn't seem to stop! Continuing the chops and forearm strikes until Seth slumps down in the corner, Natasha grabs Seth by the hair and pulls him up to his feet, Seth's turned around and then picked up before being slammed with a Japanese Ocean Suplex. Natasha goes for the pinfall on Seth.
ONE
TWO
Seth kicks out at two.
Romano: Natasha seems to be using Seth's anger against him, it's draining him slowly.
Taylor: It's a good strategy, she's getting into his head even more than ever.
Romano: An-- Oh no, Natasha, no!
Natasha rolls out of the ring and looks underneath the ring, she begins to pull out a few chairs and one singular table, she slides a chair into the ring and then grabs another before sliding into the ring and JUST BARELY missing a swing down of a chair from Seth. The chairs clash as both swing for one another, Seth lets the chair go and it flies right into Greg Valentine! Natasha swings the chair again but Seth grabs it, pulls it away from from Natasha and throws it aside. Seth throws Natasha out of the ring and throws her over the announce table and right into Taylor and Romano!
Romano: OH SHI-
Taylor: LOOK OUT!
Seth leaps over the table and begins to beat down Natasha, he picks her up and places her down on the announce table, Seth leaps onto the steel barricade and moonsaults off and lands through the table with Natasha! Dillinger holds to his ribcage from the impact, but manages to pull through and set up the table that Natasha pulled out earlier. Natasha's already on her feet and attacks Seth from behind! She throws Seth right into the steel steps and then takes a few steps back before making a run up, Seth moves out of the way as Natasha raises her knee up. Seth leaps onto the steps and drives both feet into the spine of Natasha, who is still laying on the steps. Seth then stomps down on the back of Natasha's head, dragging her head closer to the steps and then delivering a sickening Curb Stomp down onto the steel steps!
Crowd: FIGHT FOR-EV-ER! clap clap clapclapclap FIGHT FOR-EV-ER! clap clap clapclapclap FIGHT FOR-EV-ER! clap clap clapclapclap
Seth grabs Natasha and brings her over to the table, placing her down onto it and then looks up to the top ropes. Seth looks out to the crowd as they cheer him on to do something crazy. Dillinger leaps onto the apron and then quickly leaps up to the top rope, turning around to look down at Natasha. Seth stands up and takes a deep breath before blessing himself and LEAPING OFF THE TOP ROPE WITH A SIX THIRTY SENTON THROUGH THE TABLE! NATASHA MOVED OUT OF THE WAY JUST IN TIME, SETH CRASHES BADLY! BOTH COMPETITORS ARE NOT MOVING AN INCH, BOTH OF THEM HAVE BEEN PUT THROUGH HELL!
Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!
Natasha is the first to move as she crawls away from the carnage that's happened all around her, she grabs the ring apron and pulls herself up to her feet. She grabs Seth by the hair and drags him over to the ring, throwing him under the bottom rope before slowly rolling in. She gets to one knee and raises her head, letting out a blood curdling scream known as the Howl of the Baintsi. She begins to stalk the Prestige Champion, blood dripping down her face from a deep cut on her forehead, as Seth gets back to his feet he catches Natasha with a Superkick! Seth goes for the Spinning Back Kick to the stomach of Natasha and hooks both arms, lifting her up into position for a Canadian Backbreaker before quickly transitioning it into a modified Corkscrew Neckbreaker!
Taylor: I think we're good now, I think we're okay!
Romano: AS I JUST LOOKED UP, WHAT DID SETH JUST DO!?
Taylor: I believe that to have been a Storm Breaker! Paying homage to The Prince of Immortality with his Storm Zero finisher.
Romano: Considering it was Natasha who put Maverick out for good and in a wheelchair, she had it coming.
Seth grabs Natasha and throws her into the corner, lifting her up onto the top rope and leaves her to sit up there. Seth leaps over the ropes and waits patiently for Natasha's next move. She begins to stir and Seth leaps onto the ropes, going for a South Philly Stunner off the top but NO! NATASHA GRABS HIM! NATASHA HAS A HOLD ON SETH AND SHE... SHE'S GOING FOR THE CRADLE TOMBSTONE PILEDRIVER! SHE HAS THE ARM HOOKED AS SHE STANDS ON THE SECOND ROPE! SHE GOES TO LEAP BUT SHE FALLS BACK, SETH SLIDES DOWN ONTO THE APRON AS NATASHA GAINS BALANCE ON THE SECOND ROPE. SETH LEAPS AND TURNS, HIS BACK TURNED TO VALENTINE WHO FINALLY RE-EMERGES AND NATASHA FACING THE REFEREE HERSELF.
Taylor: oh NO!
Romano: No fuc--
CORKSCREW SOUTH PHILLY STUNNER FROM THE SECOND ROPE ON NATASHA! SETH SEES NO END TO THIS SO SOON, HE GOES UP TO THE TOP AGAIN AS THE CROWD ARE ROARING THEIR VOICES OUT! CHEERS ARE ECHOING THROUGHOUT THE ARENA! SETH LEAPS AND ACID RAIN CONNECTS! ACID RAIN RIGHT DOWN ONTO NATASHA! SETH GOES FOR THE COVER
ON-
NATASHA KICKS OUT BEFORE THE ONE COUNT IS MADE! NATASHA FUCKING KICKED OUT BEFORE ONE! THE CROWD ARE IN SHOCK, SETH IS IN SHOCK, EVERYONE IN THE ARENA IS IN SHOCK! Seth is furious, he rolls out of the ring and grabs one of the chairs from before and rolls back into the ring but he finds that Natasha is already on her knees waiting for Seth as she smiles and laughs like an evil demon possessed. Seth then glances up and notices someone coming down the ramp... His eyes widen upon seeing who it is.
Taylor: Oh no, it's Dennis! Dennis is here!
Romano: Someone get him out of here, someone get him the hell out of here.
Gabe is distracted by Dennis' sudden appearance, so much so, it's given Natasha the opportunity to land a low blow to Seth! She grabs him by the throat and DELIVERS THE HAND OF FATE TO SETH! SHE PLACES THE HAND ON HIS CHEST AND THE COVER IS MADE! GABE VALENTINE FINALLY TAKES NOTICE TO THE PIN ATTEMPT!
ONE
TWO
THREE
NOOOOO! SETH KICKS OUT AT THE LAST SECOND! NATASHA HAS SEEN ENOUGH, AND SENDS THE FINAL MESSAGE WITH A CUT THROAT GESTURE AS SHE ATTEMPTS GODDESS OF DEATH ONCE MORE BUT SETH COUNTERS... INTO HIS OWN CRADLE TOMBSTONE PILEDRIVER!!
Romano: SETH LANDS THE GODDESS OF DEATH! THE MOVE THAT HAS TAKEN OUT THREE MEN!
Taylor: MAVERICK, THE NIHILISTS AND ARRON BLACK ALL SUFFERED THE SAME FATE, AND NATASHA GOT A TASTE OF HER OWN MEDICINE!
Seth grabs the chair once again as Dennis climbs onto the ring apron, both Seth and Dennis lock eyes as they stare at one another, Seth looks down at the chair in his hands and the look of disappointment fills his face. Seth looks to throw the chair away but then...
CRACK!!!
Taylor: WHAT THE!?
Romano: SETH! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!
SETH CRACKS THE CHAIR OVER THE HEAD OF GABE VALENTINE BEFORE BRINGING THE CHAIR DOWN ONTO THE HEAD OF NATASHA, REPEATEDLY BEATING THE EVER LOVING SHIT OUT OF HER. THE CROWDS LOUD CHEERS START TO TURN TO SILENCE, THE ARENA BEGINNING TO GET QUIETER WITH EACH CHAIR SHOT TO NATASHA. SETH DOESN'T EVEN STOP, HIS ROARS WITH EACH SWING GETTING MORE VICIOUS AND GRUESOME, EACH SHOT WITH THE CHAIR GETTING LOUDER AND HARDER.
The crowd have become silent, they are stunned with what they are watching. Seth keeps beating down on the head of Natasha as Junior Referee, Steve Tyrell, comes down and calls for the bell to end the match once and for all. Seth still continues his assault on Natasha before it's Ryan Young who'll come out from the back and slide into the ring, taking the chair from Seth and throwing it out of the ring, Seth grabs Ryan but he realises what he's doing before he could go too far.
Jessie Love: Here is your winner by disqualification, Natasha.
EMTs and Doctors surround the ring, Seth looks to where Dennis was standing - But he is gone. Seth then looks down at Natasha and places a foot on the back of her neck, before he's handed the title by Ryan.
Jessie Love: ...but still your AWF Prestige Champion, Seth Dillinger.
Seth has no expression but anger, fire in his eyes still burning wildly. Suddenly, the lights go out before they come back on a few seconds later... Natasha is gone. All that's left is a pool of her own blood, courtesy of the AWF Prestige Champion's blind fit of rage. Seth's right foot, which was on Natasha's neck, is now placed in the pool of her own blood. He puts no pass on it at all and raises his championship up high as no music plays but there's no crowd reaction, they're all dead silent. The final shot we see is Seth Dillinger with the title held high, Ryan Young looking shocked along with the crowd behind him as the feed cuts to black.
