Champoon Wrasslin': Season 3: VISION III [LIVE] | 28/04/20
Apr 28, 2020 16:10:24 GMT -5
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Post by The King on Apr 28, 2020 16:10:24 GMT -5
HEAD MY W0RDS AS W4RNING. THE NEW ER4 OF S1GHT IS A L1E. I AM THE TRUTH IN ALL THIS.
I AM G0LDH4CKER.
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I AM G0LDH4CKER.
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We are live on the XHF Barge where it is pissing it down with rain, the ring is soaked wet and no doubt slippy.
WELCOME EVERYONE TO THE XHF BARGE! WE ARE COMING OFF AN AMAZING XHF RUMBLE PPV AND WHAT A WAY TO KEEP THE FIRE BLAZING NOW THAT WE HAVE CW VISION! I AM STANDERSON, HEAD OF ANNOUNCING OPERATIONS, AND I AM SO GLAD YOU CAN BE JOINING US IN THIS NEW ERA OF SIGHT!
Standerson sits in the control station of the barge, overlooking the ring through the glass. Sitting next to him, smoking his pipe is Captain O'Shanty - the aforementioned captain of the XHF Barge.
JOINING ME AT THIS TIME IS THE INFAMOUS YET LOVE-ABLE CAPTAIN O'SHANTY! HOW ARE YOU FEE-
Suddenly the door to the control station is kicked open.
Standing there in the doorway is a drenched, pissed off Brad Swann.
-WHAT DO YEE BE DOIN IN 'ERE?!
Swann angrily glares at Captain O'Shanty. He removes the DW World title and places it on the side.
Come on old man. Let's take this outside. Now.
OH MY GLOB! IT LOOKS LIKE BRAD SWANN IS CHALLENGING CAPTAIN O'SHANTY TO AN IMPROMPTU MATCH-UP!
O'Shanty, always keen to brawl, pulls his sleeves up and stands from his chair. He clicks his neck.
IF YEE BE SAYIN' SO BIRD MAN!
He charges at Swann and both men exchange in a war of fisticuffs! Sparks explode as Shanty grabs Swann by his head and runs it across one of the control panels! Swann responds by elbowing the captain in the face and pushing him up against the door, which swings open!
BOTH MEN ARE OUTSIDE IN THE POURING RAIN... ON A SLIPPY DECK... AND THE SHIP IS BEING SWUNG FROM SIDE TO SIDE! WHO'S GOING OVERBOARD?! WHO'S JOINING ANGELA DEWITT?!
Shanty bites on Swann's beak before pushing him up against the railing of the ship! Dangling him over-board! The water crashing into the ship from all directions! Swann, fearing for his life, knees him in the balls and the Captain loosens his grip, allowing Swann to push him back and hammer punches!
MASSIVE WAVE INCOMING! WATCH OUT-
A massive wave smashes into the ship and everything goes black! When the water finally surpasses only Shanty is left in shot, holding onto the railing! The camera pans over and we see that Swann has been sent about five metres across the deck, barely conscious. Swann slowly wakes himself up and crawls forward, trying to regain his breath and cough up all the salty sea water.
Shanty's eyes light up out of fear! His face goes red and from his belt he pulls out his pistol!
WHAT THE- SHANTY'S GOT A GUN?!
Swann looks up at the Captain with the gun and shrieks!
SHANTY SHOOTS!
BANG!
A man's body splats against the deck... Right behind Brad Swann.
-WHO WAS THAT?!
Shanty keeps the gun in his hand and reloads, walking over to Brad Swann. The DW World Champ is in sheer shock. He turns and looks at the person Shanty had shot, absolutely confused.
Damn pirates... I wonder who he be workin' for...
Shanty kicks the body to roll it over, kneeling down and inspecting the body for any marks or insignia. Swann has no doubt shat himself.
Uh oh... I've seen that markin' only once before!
SUPREMIA
LEAKED FOOTAGE: COURTESY OF G0LDH4CKER
We are backstage in one of the cabin quarters where we are met with the familiar faces of Jefe, Lucas Miller and Perry Miller. Jefe is sat in an old, worn, leather chair with his CW VISION title in his lap.
i jefe bee so ready for tonight
Perry Miller is curled up in a ball in the corner of the room, fidgeting and freaking out. Lucas is attending to his father.
I- I'M NOT REAL. I- I'M NOT REAL.
Lucas is seen covering his father's mouth before returning back to Jefe, pouring him some more sherry in his cup. He then picks up a massive dodo bird feather and begins cooling Jefe down.
KNOCK! KNOCK!
There's a knock on the door and Jefe shoves Lucas off of him, standing to attention.
Stepping in through the door is Polt E. Geist. The leader of Eyetology.
Good evening, Jefe. I hope everything is how you wanted it, more-so I hope these buffoons are doing their jobs correctly.
Polt E. Geist notices Perry curled up in a ball in the middle of the room. His head tilts to the side.
Sea sickness?
Lucas snaps to his feet and offers Polt E. Geist some sherry.
Y- yes sir.
Eh, fool.
Polt gives Perry a little kick with his foot. Before stepping over to Jefe.
Tonight is the big night Jefe, tonight you reclaim the World title and bring it home to Eyetology.
After all, without our financial support in the beginning, there would be no CW.
Jefe gulps and nods his head.
Sure, shenanigans happened involving a fat giant demi-god and... Swann... but rest assure we are finally stronger than ever and ready to reclaim what is mine... That CW World Championship. You made a mistake forcing Dylan Black into CW, so tonight you shall rectify that by kicking him out of the promotion for good. Do you understand?
Jefe nods.
Good. Now stop drinking that sherry and get to work on a game-plan. A strategy.
Polt removes the glass out of Jefe's hand before dropping it to the floor, shards exploding everywhere.
...And remember Jefe, you're next in line to rule Eyetology. So do not disappoint me tonight. You win back that title... and I can retire in peace. No more wrestling bullshit for me. No more starting wacky promotions to push the truth of Eyetology. No KWF. No JWF. No AWA. No more CW. It will all be spear-headed by you... But only if you win tonight. Understood?
Jefe looks to the floor, nodding.
Good.
Polt E. Geist pats Jefe on the back before grabbing the bottle of sherry out of Lucas' hand, popping the cap off and walking out of the cabin. Jefe looks genuinely shaken.
WELCOME BACK EVERYONE! IT'S TIME FOR OUR OPENING CONTEST! THE DEBUT OF AXEL TOPNOTCH AS HE TAKES ON THE FOREIGN GIANT!
The Foreign Giant stands in the middle of the ring, roaring in French... Or Russian. Some kind of foreign language.
SAY HE KINDA LOOKS LIKE [REDACTED]! I MEAN... FUCK [REDACTED]!
"Metallica - Trapped Under Ice" bursts into the ship PA system over the storm as Axel Topnotch, from Planet Casiopea, runs out of one of the cabin doors and charges down to the ring at full velocity! He slides into the ring and begins shaking the ropes, his mullet blowing wildly in the ocean wind! He turns to the Foreign Giant and points at him.... YOU!
DING! DING! DING!
HERE WE GO... OUR FIRST MATCH IS UNDER WAY ON VISION III! LET'S GO AXEL TOPNOTCH! TAKE DOWN THE FOREIGNER! USA! USA! USA!
The Foreign Giant lunges at Axel Topnotch for a massive clothesline but the 80's icon ducks and runs the ropes... on the rebound nailing the...
ASHITA NO BOOT!
(Running Boot)
The Giant staggers on his feet, his arms wobbling! Axel runs the ropes once more...
HOKUTO JARAIKOU!
(Running Larait)
THE GIANT IS FLOORED! IT'S ALL OVER HERE!
The Giant slips over due to the wetness of the ring and the impact from Axel. He's knocked out cold! Topnotch drops to his knees and hooks the inside leg!
ONE... TWO... THREE...
DING! DING! DING!
HERE IS YOUR WINNER... IN ONE DOMINANT SHOWING... THE CONQUEROR OF ALL THINGS FOREIGN... FROM ANOTHER PLANET... IT'S AXEL TOPNOTCH!
Axel jumps back to his feet and pumps his chest, the referee raising his arm!
I HOPE TO SEE MORE OF AXEL IN CW! THIS GUY HAS A LOT OF POTENTIAL TO DO BIG THINGS HERE ON VISION!
LEAKED FOOTAGE: COURTESY OF G0LDH4CKER
We are backstage with the Burrito King, Grimace Jr, who does not look all too happy.
JEFE! Last VISION you cost me a shot at the World title! You got your cronies to dupe me! I COULD HAVE HAD ALL THE BURRITOS I WANTED... But no. No you took that away from me! So I'mma take away everything from you! You better watch yourself, because tonight I'm gonna be in Dylan Black's corner! BURRITOOOO!
He smacks his belly when all of a sudden a bag is placed on his head! He attempts to fight back but is subdued by two big masked men in Eye masks.
The camera zooms out and standing in the doorway is Polt E. Geist, bottle of sherry in his hand. He tuts before exiting the shot.
GAH! YOU DARE MESS WITH TEH BURRITO KING?!
The two masked men begin to punch Grimace. One kneeing him in the gut. The other munching on his burrito. They eventually tie him to the bed frame before shoving the wardrobe up against the door. Blocking him from leaving them.
SHIT.
DING! DING! DING!
IT'S THE MATCH MANY HAVE BEEN WAITING FOR! CAROLE BASKIN IS SAT UPON A POLE SUSPENDED SIX FEET ABOVE THE RING, BOTH TIGER KANG AND VACANT MUST BATTLE TO GET HER DOWN AND USE HER AS A WEAPON!
Vacant and Tiger Kang charge at each other throwing haymakers! The ship rocks from side to side! Tiger Kang slips up and Vacant takes advantage by diving on him for a headbutt! He then picks Kang up and throws him into the turnbuckle, running at him for a big dropkick in the corner - except he slips! Tiger Kang now takes advantage by nailing a diving headbutt - however we all realize they weren't actually taking advantage its just the rocking ship caused them to do the move.
WHAT A WAY TO KICK OFF THE MATCH! BOTH MEN ARE SLIPPING UP EVERYWHERE!
Tiger Kang pulls himself back to his feet using the ropes! Vacant slowly stands up but another rock of the ship sends him flying into Kang who is hit with a clothesline over the top rope - sending him to the outside!
KANG TO THE OUTSIDE! VACANT COULD GO UP AND GET BASKIN RIGHT NOW!
Vacant thinks of just that and begins walking towards the turnbuckle where she is suspended. Kang slides back into the ring.
BIG WAVE INCOMING!
A huge wave crashes against the side of the ship sending Vacant flying backwards into the clutches of Kang, who, with the momentum, executes a big German suplex! A high-pitch scream is heard.
VACANT SCREAMING LIKE A DAMN GIRL!
Tiger Kang crawls over to the corner, another big wave rocks the ship but he doesn't get sent back because he holds onto the ropes. He then pulls himself up the turnbuckle and freezes with shock.
-OKAY MAYBE THAT WASN'T VACANT SCREAMING...
BECAUSE WHERE'S CAROLE BASKIN?!
There is no Carole Baskin above the pole. Kang looks pissed off!
THAT BITCH ESCAPED!
-I THINK SHE IS OVERBOARD, KANG...
Kang swears all kinds of bad words when out of nowhere Vacant nails him with an uppercut right into the special parts!
OOGA! A DEVASTATING JUGULAR SHOT FROM VACANT!
Vacant then rolls Kang up as the referee counts!
ONE! TWO! THREE!
DING! DING! DING!
VACANT HAS STOLEN A VICTORY HERE!
Vacant quickly jumps to his feet and pulls his fists up ready to brawl Kang, celebrating wildly.
WOOSHHHHHH!
Everything goes dark. The water passes, Kang is holding onto the ropes, the referee is clinging onto the turnbuckle...
AND VACANT IS FLYING THROUGH THE AIR ABOUT THIRTY FEET AWAY FROM THE BOAT!
-AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
SPLOSH.
We never hear from Vacant again.
We are back in the control room with O'Shanty, who looks down at the "SUPREMIA" lapel with pure disgust. Swann, visibly shaken from previous events, has gone back to his cabin. A distressed man runs into the room!
S- SIR! One of the wrestlers has just gone overboard!
O'Shanty ignores the man's distressed tone.
He'll be fine... We be near the coast of Costa Rica soon. Anyways, I be gettin' more important matters to be lookin' at-
Suddenly a call pops up on one of the control panels.
INCOMING CALL: King Edmund William Hickenbottom IV | King of Supremia, Lord of Silvercrest, Ruler of the North Sea and Destined to All that the light touches
Speakin' of...
O'Shanty smacks the button and a small hologram of King Edmund IV pops up on the desk. Cackling!
Shanty! You baboon!
Shanty snarls and spits.
...Edmund.
The hologram of Mutt walks into frame. Edmund is seen throwing a tray of grapes at him and demanding him to leave. He then realigns his robe before looking back at O'Shanty.
You know killing one of my vassals is an act of war old man?!
Well he shouldn't have been trespassin' on me ship...
Trespassing?! No... No... NO! My vassal was invited on the ship to watch the Rumble! You know, your boss, he invited him! I sent the best representative for Supremia I had and you thought best to put a bullet through his skull! I will not stand for that! I will have you hung, drawn and quartered in the capital for such a dishonorable act!
Edmund is seething. Shanty almost laughs.
...Try me, Edmund! I'll be gladly puttin' a cap in your skull too!
GAH! The... The... The DISGRACE! You're lucky I'm not there in person to shit you up, Shanty!
Edmund pulls up his fists to show off his superior boxing stance.
Well how about you be comin' aboard next time me boss invites you?
Edmund snarls.
We're at war old man! The next time you see me is when Mutt hands you your death sentence! This is the end of you Shanty! That ship will finally be mine! EDMUND OUT!
The hologram cuts off as Shanty sits back on his chair, smoking his pipe. Shaking his head.
DING! DING! DING!
UH. WELCOME BACK EVERYONE! WE ARE SURE VACANT WILL BE FINE. EVERYTHING'S FINE... ANYWAYS, OUR NEXT MATCH-UP WILL BE A TAG TEAM MATCH AS WAH MACHINE TAKE ON TEAM HERSHEY! THE WINNERS FACING GANGSTER FARMERS NEXT VISION TO CROWN THE NEW TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS!
WAH Machine are in their corner evilly plotting whilst El Hijo Del Hershey and Dick Pound are getting ready. Hijo del Hershey kicks off the match with Wario, who is dropped straight away with a beautiful, picture perfect, hurricanrana.
WOW! TEAM HERSHEY MUST BE SO GOOD BECAUSE THEY EAT HERSHEY'S CHOCOLATE! BUY YOURS TODAY!
Wario clambers back to his feet and wearily tags in Waluigi!
THE LANKIER OF THE WAH MACHINE BROTHERS ENTERING THE RING NOW!
Waluigi charges at El Hijo Del Hershey but a picture perfect dropkick sends him flying into the turnbuckle. A big wave hits the ship rocking Waluigi back out of the corner and into a massive hurricanrana from the 4'10" El Hijo Del Hershey! Wario shouts at him to get back up but Hijo tags in Dick Pound.
UH OH! LAST WEEK WE SAW THE POWER OF DICK POUND! HE POUNDED... VACANT ... UNTIL THE REF HAD TO CALL AN AUDIBLE AND STOP THE MATCH! THIS IS IT FOR WAH MACHINE!
Waluigi shrieks and goes to tag in Wario but the older WAH Machine member is not in his corner! Dick Pound charges at Waluigi and knocks him down with a lou-thez press! He begins to POUND INTO WALUIGI'S SKULL!
OH GOD! THE- THE- POUNDING BEGINS!
Dick Pound does not stop as Waluigi begins to get busted open!
The referee has finally seen enough!
DING! DING! DING!
HERE ARE YOUR WINNERS BY STOPPAGE, EL HIJO DEL HERSHEY AND DICK POUND... TEAM HERSHEY!
Sexter Loint commands DP to stop the pounding. The referee raises their arms.
WELL YOU KNOW WHAT THIS MEANS... THAT'S ALL OF OUR UNDER-CARD MATCHES DONE... IT'S FINALLY TIME FOR THE MAIN EVENT... TWO YEARS IN THE MAKING... DYLAN BLACK VERSUS JEFE... CW WORLD TITLE ON THE LINE!
A SPECIAL MESSAGE FROM OUR FRIENDS
Good Evening, all.
A man stands in-front of a white void, a "mask" placed upon his head. Despite his rugged look, he gives off an aura of intelligence. An unlikely combination. But true.
My name is Polt E. Geist, chairman of the board in Eyetology. It is with great pleasure I welcome you to a new age of sight. For years professional wrestling has lingered on its past, too many stars of yester-year are doing the same thing, the same crowd, the same matches, the same promos. It all gets a bit too repetitive, and while we firmly believe the past should be celebrated and remembered. It should only be remembered as that, the past
That's why we here, at Eyetology, are looking towards the future.
The white void fills with stock videos of a futuristic world. Something brand new, far beyond our reach - but achievable.
Now we aren't turning away those stars of the past. Eyetology isn't about discrimination, its about chances. We simply offer change to those that need it. As well as support to those wanting to make an impact. We don't care about age. We don't care about height, weight or look. All we care about is making you go from point A to point B, turning you from irrelevant into relevant. Making you a star of the future.
Silhouettes of wrestlers celebrating, holding championships, greeting fans.
Eager? Where to join?
Polt E. Geist smiles under the mask.
Simply click here my friend.
Join us in the new age of sight. Become, that star of the future.
A man stands in-front of a white void, a "mask" placed upon his head. Despite his rugged look, he gives off an aura of intelligence. An unlikely combination. But true.
My name is Polt E. Geist, chairman of the board in Eyetology. It is with great pleasure I welcome you to a new age of sight. For years professional wrestling has lingered on its past, too many stars of yester-year are doing the same thing, the same crowd, the same matches, the same promos. It all gets a bit too repetitive, and while we firmly believe the past should be celebrated and remembered. It should only be remembered as that, the past
That's why we here, at Eyetology, are looking towards the future.
The white void fills with stock videos of a futuristic world. Something brand new, far beyond our reach - but achievable.
Now we aren't turning away those stars of the past. Eyetology isn't about discrimination, its about chances. We simply offer change to those that need it. As well as support to those wanting to make an impact. We don't care about age. We don't care about height, weight or look. All we care about is making you go from point A to point B, turning you from irrelevant into relevant. Making you a star of the future.
Silhouettes of wrestlers celebrating, holding championships, greeting fans.
Eager? Where to join?
Polt E. Geist smiles under the mask.
Simply click here my friend.
Join us in the new age of sight. Become, that star of the future.
LEAKED FOOTAGE: COURTESY OF G0LDH4CKER
We are viewing a clip from the last VISION show, recorded through the CCTV. Polt E. Geist is sitting behind the scenes running the show. The cameras cut to the ring where the Extravaganzanental title match is taking place between THE Ref and Tiger Kang.
POP-UP POWERBOMB!- NO! TIGER KANG REVERSES WITH THE... HURRICANRANA!
THE Ref's head goes straight into the turnbuckle and he staggers back! His head is caught by the Tiger Kang! THEN LOCKED FOR THE...
TKKO
(Diamond Cutter)
Polt E. Geist slams his fist on the table! He points at the man next to him!
WE CAN'T HAVE REF LOSE THE TITLE TO THIS JOBBER! GO ON OUT THERE AND CAUSE A DISQUALIFICATION!
The cameras pan to the man next to him and it's Vacant, steel chair in hand.
...
The Tiger Kang is about to make the cover when VACANT slides into the ring, steel chair in towe! He blasts the Tiger Kang across the back as the official referee rings the bell!
DING! DING! DING!
TIGER KANG WINS BY WAY OF DISQUALIFICATION!
Polt E. Geist relaxes a little.
Thank god for that.
Polt speaks through the headset.
Okay now Stan, use this to put over the Kang and Vacant rivalry.
NO! NOT LIKE THIS! HOW DESPICABLE! IT LOOKS LIKE VACANT IS BLAMING HIS STRING OF LOSSES ON THE EXOTIC ONE!
THE Ref slides out of the ring and heads past the curtain, chucking his title to the side and staring down Polt.
What was that dude?! I had him!
Polt throws a bottle of water at the Extravaganzanental Champ.
YOU HAD HIM?! YOU HAD HIM?!! YOU FOOL! YOU NEARLY LOST TO THAT... THAT... THING?!
THE Ref looks pissed off. Polt is fuming.
I'M DOING YOU A MASSIVE FAVOR HERE PROMOTING YOU AS THE FAMILY MAN... YOU REALIZE THAT RIGHT?! THE LEAST YOU COULD DO IS ACTUALLY LEARN HOW TO FIGHT!
THE Ref is fuming now aswell, he picks up the title and storms off.
POP-UP POWERBOMB!- NO! TIGER KANG REVERSES WITH THE... HURRICANRANA!
THE Ref's head goes straight into the turnbuckle and he staggers back! His head is caught by the Tiger Kang! THEN LOCKED FOR THE...
TKKO
(Diamond Cutter)
Polt E. Geist slams his fist on the table! He points at the man next to him!
WE CAN'T HAVE REF LOSE THE TITLE TO THIS JOBBER! GO ON OUT THERE AND CAUSE A DISQUALIFICATION!
The cameras pan to the man next to him and it's Vacant, steel chair in hand.
...
The Tiger Kang is about to make the cover when VACANT slides into the ring, steel chair in towe! He blasts the Tiger Kang across the back as the official referee rings the bell!
DING! DING! DING!
TIGER KANG WINS BY WAY OF DISQUALIFICATION!
Polt E. Geist relaxes a little.
Thank god for that.
Polt speaks through the headset.
Okay now Stan, use this to put over the Kang and Vacant rivalry.
NO! NOT LIKE THIS! HOW DESPICABLE! IT LOOKS LIKE VACANT IS BLAMING HIS STRING OF LOSSES ON THE EXOTIC ONE!
THE Ref slides out of the ring and heads past the curtain, chucking his title to the side and staring down Polt.
What was that dude?! I had him!
Polt throws a bottle of water at the Extravaganzanental Champ.
YOU HAD HIM?! YOU HAD HIM?!! YOU FOOL! YOU NEARLY LOST TO THAT... THAT... THING?!
THE Ref looks pissed off. Polt is fuming.
I'M DOING YOU A MASSIVE FAVOR HERE PROMOTING YOU AS THE FAMILY MAN... YOU REALIZE THAT RIGHT?! THE LEAST YOU COULD DO IS ACTUALLY LEARN HOW TO FIGHT!
THE Ref is fuming now aswell, he picks up the title and storms off.
-THIS L- LEAKED FOOTAGE STUFF IS FAKE NEWS! DO NOT LISTEN TO IT! IT- IT IS FALSE PROPAGANDA SPREAD BY HATERS!
Jefe is seen in the soaking wet ring with a bullet proof vest on and sturdy headgear. He is accompanied by Lucas Miller, and Lucas only... Seeing as his father is... Not doing so well. Jefe has brass knucks on both of his fists and spikey elbow and knee pads. He looks ready for war.
THERE IS OUR VISION CHAMPION, THE DEVINE JEFE, AS HE GETS READY TO TAKE ON THE DOMINANT WORLD CHAMPION... DYLAN BLACK!
Dylan Black's theme song cuts into the PA like a switchblade as Jefe wipes his dripping wet nose. Everyone is drenched.
HERE HE COMES... AS OF TONIGHT HE HAS SPENT 274 DAYS AS WORLD CHAMPION! TONIGHT IS NO DOUBT THE NIGHT THAT ALL ENDS! TONIGHT JEFE GETS BACK HIS WORLD TITLE!
Dylan sombers out with CW World Heavyweight title over his shoulder. The rain soon soaks him to his core but he doesn't give a shit. He walks on up to the ring and does a lap, staring Jefe down, getting into his head. Jefe pushes Lucas Miller in-front of him so Dylan has to stare at him instead.
DYLAN LOOKING CALM AND COLLECTIVE! THIS IS GOING TO BE A BATTLE!
Dylan slowly climbs up the ring steps and steps on the apron, wiping his feet and then climbing the turnbuckle. The stormy weather making his hair blow in the wind. The dark, moody lighting making him look as badass as ever. He jumps down and steps up to Jefe, shoving Lucas out of the way. The referee pulls them apart as he takes the CW World title off of the champ and holds it high in the air.
I. CANNOT. CONTAIN. MY. EXCITEMENT. MAGGLE.
The referee hands the title to ringside before checking Dylan, then going over to Jefe and checking him over... Pretending like there's no problem with the vest, headgear, spikey elbow/knee pads and brass knucks. Dylan is about to loudly complain when...
DING! DING! DING!
THE REFEREE RINGS THE BELL!
ARGHGHGGHGHGH SHIT! HERE WE GOOOOO! HERE.... WE.... GOOOOOO!
Dylan mouths "fuck it" before charging at Jefe and catching him off guard with a V-Trigger to the head, sending Jefe reeling into the corner!
THAT'S THE FIRST MOVE HE NEARLY BEAT JEFE WITH WHEN THEY FIRST FOUGHT FOR THE WORLD TITLE A YEAR AGO!
Jefe doesn't feel it though due to the headgear! He swings at Dylan's mid section and smacks the brass knucks right into his rib cage... Flooring the World Champ to his knees! Dylan is stunned!
OHMYGOD JEFE WITH THE OFFENCE! I REPEAT... JEFE WITH THE OFFENCE!
Dylan staggers back to his feet, visibly shocked, and Jefe swings again! This time connecting with his jaw! Dylan is sent packing to the mat!
JEFE'S GONNA DO THIS! NEW CHAMP! NEW CHAMP!
Lucas is biting his nails ringside, the atmosphere is very tense! Dylan is bleeding from the mouth and spits blood up at the "Devine" Jefe. Jefe sneers before kneeling and looking to finish off the World Champ by knocking him out for good!
THIS IS IT-
Dylan rams his fingers into Jefe's eyes, the only unprotected part of his body! Jefe shrieks in pain and backs up as Dylan clambers to his feet and kicks the inside of Jefe's right leg, rocking him to his knees! He runs the ropes and looks for the...
BLACKOUT MENACE!
(Curbstomp)
BUT JEFE IS BACK ON HIS FEET AND LIFTS HIS ELBOW UP TO DYLAN'S JAW! THE SPIKES CUTTING HIM DEEP!
Dylan's face is all marked up now and he's reeled back into the corner, covered in wet rain and blood. Jefe charges at him for a running elbow strike but Dylan dodges and Jefe's spikey elbow pad rips into the turnbuckle, getting stuck! Dylan wipes his bloody face and kicks Jefe in the back. He then rips off his one glove on his right hand to reveal his METAL HAND!
NO! THIS IS CHEATING! HE CAN'T USE THAT!
He clobs Jefe in the back with it! Jefe bending in half out of sheer pain! The elbow pad is finally released but the turnbuckle has been pulled away from its hinge and is stuck on it! Jefe turns around and attempts to swing a brass knuckle at Dylan's jaw but the World Champion ducks and then rams his robot fingers back into the EYES of JEFE!
-NO! NO NO NO! NOT LIKE THIS!
Jefe screams, almost blinded by the assault! Dylan takes a few steps back and proceeds to superkick Jefe! Due to the headgear Jefe only slightly feels it and falls into the exposed turnbuckle, hurting his back some more! Dylan charges at him for another V-Trigger, looking to knock the head-gear off this time!
V-TRIGG- NO JEFE MOVES!
Jefe dodges and Dylan's knee crashes into the exposed turnbuckle, dropping him to the mat out of sheer pain!
DYLAN MAY HAVE POPPED HIS KNEE OUT OF PLACE!
Jefe takes advantage and staggers over to Dylan, dropping knees onto his body - with the spiky knee pads! He's busting Dylan open some more, he then proceeds to elbow him - with the spiky knee pads!
THIS IS THE END FOR DYLAN BLACK!
He then proceeds to nail brass knuckle after brass knuckle to Dylan's head and body. The World Champ fighting for his life at this point! Jefe grabs Dylan by the hair... Looking for one final blow...
N0T T0D4Y. N0T T0D4Y.
JEFE IS DISEMBODIED.
The chainsaw man disappears into the darkness, throwing the chainsaw overboard. After a few seconds the lights all switch back on and Jefe is split in two, his legs detached from his body. Blood and guts piling out everywhere. Lucas Miller has fainted ringside and Dylan can't believe his fucking eyes.
...
The referee calls off the match and EMT's all rush into the ring, Dylan pulling himself away from the scene and rolling out of the ring. Barely able to stand.
Polt E. Geist rushes down to ringside and puts his hands to his head. Shocked. Speechless.
Y0UR W1NNER 4ND ST1LL CW W0RLD HE4VYW31GHT CH4MP10N. DLY4N B