AWF Presents: Beach Blast - Live from Padre Island, TX!

[ForeverKuroi]

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The cameras show a beautiful beach on Padre Island that has been transformed into a ring. The ringside area has mats laid down with a barrier around it, and the various cast and crew there to watch the event are all in swim trunks, Hawaiian shirts, sandals -- you know, typical beachy attire. The cameras transition to the announcer area, where Tommy Taylor has a straw hat and sunglasses and a lei, complete with tank top, really getting into the spirit of the event. Cassius Romano is more modest with a professional polo on.

Taylor: Hello, AWF fans, and welcome to the hottest show of the Summer! Beach Blast!
Romano: We've got a lot for you toni--
Taylor: Cassius, you're not getting in the mood! Where's your beachy spirit?
Romano: I am a professional, Tommy. Professionals don't wear... whatever you're wearing.
Taylor: Well, you can have fun roasting in the Texas sun then. I'm gonna enjoy it, starting with this...

Tommy Taylor reaches beside him and pulls out a frozen pina colada, complete with tiny umbrella and bendy straw. He takes a big sip.

Romano: Drinking on the job? Is this what AWF has come to?
Taylor: Such a rare opportunity! You should be joining me.
Romano: Well, ignoring whatever Tommy's doing here, we've got quite the packed card for you, folks. First up, we'll see eight competitors do battle on a yacht to earn the right to challenge for any title in the company!
Taylor: Not only that, but a good portion of those competitors are brand new to the company. They could make a serious name for themselves here!
Romano: We've also got a pair of singles matches, with ARYX taking on Dallas Houston, and Adam Sanders taking on Rob Garcia!
Taylor: ARYX and Dallas had a close match last Prestige, and Sanders and Rob have had a war of words leading up to this! Things are bound to get HOT!

Romano rubs his temples and stares at the desk for a moment.

Romano: Are you going to make heat-related puns all night?
Taylor: Also set to do battle in a bit of a blood feud is none other than the Awesome Bastards and High Finance!
Romano: That's a match to watch. With how much all four of those men want to prove that their side is better, we're bound to see some tempers flare.

Tommy cuts Romano an excited look.

Taylor: Did you... did YOU just make a heat pun?
Romano: What?
Taylor: Flare! You said flare.
Romano: IT'S A FIGURE OF SPEE-- you know what, let's move on.

Romano takes a moment to collect himself.

Romano: All the titles are on the line tonight! First up, Aiden Merric has made quite the name for himself, becoming the longest-reigning XHF Phoenix Champion ever!
Taylor: Right you are. But he may have his work cut out for him against Neo James Carner, a man who has been on a meteoric rise in the AWF.
Romano: Not only that, but Tommy Strychnine is set to defend his title against a pair of challengers, both Bloodied Fox and Dakota Jennings.
Taylor: That one is sure to be sp--
Romano: Do. NOT. Make. A. Pun.
Taylor: --special, it's sure to be special. Strychnine is gonna have to dig deep if he wants to keep that belt around his waist!
Romano: And finally, Vincent Draven has stepped up to the plate, vowing to end Seth Dillinger's historic reign.
Taylor: Seth's transition from role model to egomaniac has been tough to watch. Wonder if Draven can stake his claim?

Taylor starts to crack himself up a bit.

Romano: Did you... just...
Taylor: Vampire pun? YEP!

Romano just lets out a loud sigh as the cameras cut away.

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We open up on the shore of South Padre Island, Texas where Beach Blast is broadcasting from. It is still early and the wrestlers are arriving for their antics on the yacht in the battle royale and for the ATC title. As people file in we see a familiar beach spot. A large umbrella with two lounge chairs sits in the open and on one chair is a hairy monster of a man … standing 5’9” … Tucker Bernard. The other chair is empty. There is a second umbrella set a few feet away where Aiden Merric stands in his hunter gear and hat … and an apron with the logo of the Port Adelaide Power, the Aussie Rules league club Aiden is supporting. He whistles as he cooks some burgers and shrimp on his kettle grill, an old beast he clearly had sent from home. He is smiling and his utility belt is filled not with knives but grilling accoutrements.

Aiden: Get the highlights from the Footy on the portable telly Tuck, food is looking ace! All those years in the outback taught me how to make my meals the highlight of my day. And this day is a real beaut! Get the amber fluid while we’re at it. Should be some Bastard Brew and VB in the cooler. Gotta be done before the big mobs arrive.

Tucker: Ya always bring the crap beer Merric. Where’s the good shite? I don’t want my meal soured by this bilgewater.

Aiden: Damnit Tuck, we aren’t here ta get pissed, we’re here to have a bit of food before I defend my title. You wanna drink the piss, you go buy it yerself!

Aiden continues to whistle and cook as some more wrestlers arrive. Aiden walks over to Tucker with the first plate of burgers and shrimp off the barbie and gets his own meal ready as the second round of shrimp sizzle on the grill. Just then Marcus Anderson and Tarrasque arrive on the scene looking lost as they can’t seem to find the arena.

Anderson: Do you see the building Tarrasque?

Tarrasque is drooling and sniffing the air.

Tarrasque: Me smell something good. Me get food.

Anderson: Buddy that looks like a personal grill.

Tarrasque: Me no see nobody. Me be quick.

He bounds over to the grill and seems impervious to the fire as he wolves down all the shrimp. A small crowd has arrived including some of the people from the later matches. ATC Champ Maria Banks is also on scene and they all seem in awe of the large man eating the food.

Aiden: HEY! BEASTIE! THAT’S MY SUPPER YOU ARSE!

Aiden sprints over as the crowd closes around them and Marcus approaches as well.

Anderson: Whoa whoa we aren’t looking for trouble … yet … we are trying to get to Beach Blast!

Aiden: I’ll blast ya alright! … Huh … look at the size of this bloke. You! What are ya some kinda monster? Cuz I ain’t gonna lie, I’ve tussled with larger. I ain’t afraid to give it a burl!

Tarrasque keeps eating.

Aiden: That’s it. You’re my new target. Need a bigger trophy wall for you monster.

Tarrasque looks up.

Tarrasque: ME NO MONSTER! Me hungry.

Just then the crowd gasps in shock as Maria Banks is pulled into a pin in the sand by Tucker Bernard! A ref in drops down.

ONE!
TWO!
Remy breaks it up and punches Tuck in the face.

Tucker: OW! AIDEN! THIS BLOODY BASTARD WENT AND BROKE MY NOSE!

Aiden: Bernard you bastard I’m busy here, stop picking fights you ain’t ready for, you ain’t never gonna be a champion!

Anderson uses this distraction to convince Tarrasque to head out towards the arena with promises of more food. They of course steal the food from the lounge chairs as well as they go. Aiden turns back and they’re gone.

Aiden: I’ll be stuffed, the fools went and racked off. WITH MY FOOD! BLOODY ARSEHOLES! Think they’re as cunning as a dunny rat well Aiden Merric ain’t about to let this go unavenged.

He shakes his fist at the horizon as he begrudgingly uses more burgers since he’s now out of shrimp.

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Battle Royale for a Carte Blanche Title Shot
Leon Skies vs Jeffrey Daniels vs Guillotina vs Maria Banks vs Nevermore vs Alexander Shaw vs Keith Williams vs Johnny Sniper

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The camera opens up on Terry Bradshaw's gaudily decorated yacht, adorned in tacky gold trimming which is exactly what Terry Bradshaw thinks wealth looks like. The eight competitors are already in the ring with no pomp and circumstance, because while Terry Bradshaw can afford a yacht, he's still a cheapskate and wouldn't spring for the fancy PA system.

Taylor: Remember folks, for this special battle royal, the rule is you have to go into the water to be eliminated!

DING DING DING!

The eight competitors all size each other up in the ring for a moment, nobody seeming to want to make the first move. Finally, it's Johnny Sniper the ex-marine who steps up to the plate, charging at his closest target, Leon Skies. He drives Leon back in the corner near Maria, who scampers away to get away from the action. Seeing the opportunity, Shaw gets railroaded by an overeager Jeffrey Daniels, whose attempts to put Shaw in the corner go wrong as Shaw instead spins and puts Daniels into the corner instead. Williams approaches Guillotina and delivers a knife-edge chop to put him against the ropes, which reverberates around the arena, but only serves to anger the man, and he responds with a toe-kick to the gut of Williams.

Taylor: And we're off to the races!
Romano: Everyone's paired off and going to town on each other... except for those two.

As the brawl starts out, both Nevermore and Maria Banks seems to be lurking at opposite ends of the ring, not drawing any attention to themselves and just skirting the edges.

Romano: It's not the worst strategy! If you're not involved, it's unlikely you would be one of the first people out. Rest, save that energy for later in the match.

Nevermore peers to the outside of the ring, before realizing the only safe place is the entrance ramp leading up to the small makeshift stage, because the ring is surrounded by water on the other three sides. Seeing this, Nevermore slides down under the bottom rope and just stands on the entrance ramp. Meanwhile, Shaw is hammering away on Daniels in the corner with heavy elbow after elbow, turning Daniels into jello pudding. Daniels takes a particularly mean elbow to the side of the head and it looks to make him groggy. Seeing this, Maria seizes on the moment and rushes over the corner, beginning to lift Daniels up. Shaw takes a step back and eyeballs Maria, who struggles for a moment to lift up Daniels. She stops and turns to Shaw, yelling at him to help her for the quick elimination. Shaw just stares at her, scowling.

Taylor: I think Shaw might not appreciate the interruption!

Maria is now frustrtaed at Shaw's inaction and begins scolding him for not helping. Shaw's scowl turns into a rage as he charges at Maria, going for a lariat, but Maria quickly tumbles out of the way. Shaw follows her as she runs to the corner and runs up to the second rope. Shaw catches up to her and Maria quickly twists 180 degrees and nails him with a rolling senton! Both of them crash to the mat. Meanwhile, Nevermore just watches from the ramp, glowering at the participants in the ring.

Romano: Maria manages to escape the rage of Shaw, just barely!

Leon Skies and Johnny Sniper are now in the middle of the ring after a back and forth battle in the corner. Skies appears to have the upper hand as he gets Sniper into a front facelock, gripping underneath his chin. Sniper fires off a few quick gut checks on Leon to soften the hold, but Leon manages to club the back of Sniper a few times to keep a grip. With the hold locked in, Leon twists around to put Sniper back-to-back with him, before dropping him to the mat with a neckbreaker! Sniper hits the canvas and Leon pops back up, looking at the corner where Guillotina has Williams against the corner, delivering kick after kick to his chest. Keith tries to put his hands up to defend himself but the kicks keep coming fast and furious. Keith finally slumps back against the corner, both arms resting on the top rope. Guillotina takes a few steps back and charges at Williams, but at the last second Williams slides down to his back, leaving Guillotina to eat the turnbuckle! Williams slides out from between his legs and gets to his feet, just in time to notice Leon Skies charging at the two of them. Williams sidesteps and sweeps Leon's feet out from under him, sending him crashing face-first into Guillotina. Seeing an opportunity, Williams gets some momentum under him and rushes the duo in the corner, rolling into it to hit both of them with a single Queen Anne's Revenge!

Taylor: That looked NASTY!
Romano: That's kind of Keith Williams' whole thing.

Shaw is back up to his feet and he locks eyes with Maria Banks, who sees him rising. She quickly scurries towards the entrance ramp side of the ring where Nevermore has been hanging out. Shaw stalks after her and she scrambles through the ropes, trying to put some distance between them. When she reaches Nevermore she puts him in between her and Shaw, almost using him as a meat shield. Nevermore just stands there, glowering at Shaw, daring him to step to The Phantom of the Arena. Shaw steps through the ropes and sizes up Nevermore, who flourishes his hands as if casting some sort of spell. Shaw quickly grows tired of his bullshit and grabs Nevermore by the back of the head, marching him to the ropes and tossing him back into the ring. While he's distracted, Maria Banks uses the opportunity to dart past him and leap over the ropes into the ring... but not before Shaw gets a hand on her shoulder, stopping her just on the other side of the ropes. Maria struggles wildly to break free before turning and grabbing Shaw's head, dropping it down onto the ropes in a stunner!

Taylor: Maria hits Shaw with Mercy!
Romano: She bought herself some more time.

Nevermore gets up and stalks over to the corner. Williams turns his attention towards the mysterious man and makes his way across the ring before a foot catches him in the face out of nowhere!

Taylor: KILLSHOT!

Sniper has superkicked the taste out of Williams' mouth! Nevermore prepares to pounce on Sniper -- ANOTHER ONE!

Taylor: KILLSHOT!

Maria gets up off the ground after stunning Shaw -- BOOM!

Taylor: ANOTHER KILLSHOT!!

Sniper quickly turns towards Daniels, who sees the killshot coming and ducks down, but Sniper shuffles back, having only faked in that direction. He snaps his head right and lines it up -- BAM! Leon Skies hits the mat!

Taylor: FOUR! FOUR HEADSHOTS!
Romano: Sniper promises he was gonna line them up and take them all down!

Guillotina starts to come to -- ANOTHER ONE!

Taylor: KILLSHOT AFTER KILLSHOT! JOHNNY SNIPER IS ON FIRE!

Daniels is back up on his feet after his nice dodge, but Sniper has timed it perfectly -- SUPERKICK!

Taylor: Sniper cannot be stopped! He's feeling it!

Shaw has shaken off Maria's Mercy and is climbing back into the ring through the ropes. Sniper lines him up -- KILLSHOT! NO! Shaw grabs Sniper's foot at the last second, leaving him vulnerable, before dropping the foot and nearly taking his head off with a goddamn thunderous lariat. Sniper hits the mat and Shaw surveys the ring full of laid out bodies.

Romano: Sniper almost ran the table but Shaw managed to stop him!
Taylor: And now it's just Alexander Shaw and a ring full of bodies.

Ignoring Johnny Sniper for now, Shaw continues over towards the corner where Maria is. He drags her up off the ground, determined to teach her a lesson for interfering in his business. He slowly lifts her to her feet by her hair, dragging her up slowly. She pleads to be let go and he ignores her, dragging her over to the side of the ring where it's just a quick toss into the water. He lines her up against the corner -- and Nevermore comes in with a double axe handle to his back! Now increasingly more annoyed, Shaw turns around to see Nevermore, letting Maria go. Nevermore takes a few steps back and charges at Shaw, diving at him... but Shaw gets up under him and straight up launches Nevermore over his back! Nevermore goes flying high over Shaw, over the ropes, and over the side of the yacht, followed by a tell-tale splash a few moments later. The cameras pan over to the side of the boat to show Nevermore coming up for air out of the water. Shaw peeks over the edge, almost surprised that it worked out like that.

Taylor: Nevermore has been eliminated!
Romano: He might've stopped something happening to Maria, but it cost him his place in the match.

Back up to his feet, Daniels is up against Keith Williams. Daniels turns to see Williams charging him and he hits the mat, taking him over with an arm drag. Williams skids to a stop and is quickly back up to his feet again, making another pass at Daniels, who once again takes him down with another arm drag! Williams hits the ropes and pulls himself back up quickly but Daniels is ready. Keith feints going for another charge, and Daniels sees the fake out coming, charging at Williams. Daniels bounces off the second rope and blasts Keith with a springboard missile dropkick! Williams stumbles back against the ropes, in a particularly precarious position now.

Romano: This might be it for the Paragon of Sleeze...

Daniels tries to emulate Sniper with a superkick, but Keith Williams is savvy and sidesteps it into a European uppercut. Daniels stumbles back and Keith is quick on the draw, following up with a chop, and another chop, until Daniels is leaning against the ropes. Keith keeps up the pressure on Daniels in the corner, peering behind him to see Shaw standing on the other side of the ring. Keith yells for Shaw, who glances over and sees what's about to happen next. Williams whips Jeffrey Daniels across the ring. Daniels sees Shaw coming and preemptively ducks underneath a lariat attempt, turning to rebound off the opposing ropes... but as he turns around, Shaw charges him and hits a WILD rolling lariat, nearly taking his damn head off and sending Daniels tumbling over the side of the boat!

Taylor: Death Engine!! Death Engine!! Alexander Shaw just took out Daniels!!
Romano: And it appears has formed an uneasy partnership with Keith Williams.

Shaw turns and Keith flashes him a cheesy thumbs up, which Shaw only acknowledges with a brief glance. Down to six now, there's less clutter in the ring. Everyone has recovered and is back up to their feet. Sniper has his eyes set on Alexander Shaw, which almost blinds him from the attack from Leon Skies! Skies quickly skirts the edge of the ring and rushes him for a running knee, just barely missing. Sniper turns around and charges Skies, swining wildly at him, but Skies ducks underneath it and quickly positions himself behind Johnny Sniper. He wraps him up from behind lifts him up in the air, spins around once, and then PLANTS Sniper back on the mat with the Mile High Bomb! Skies is back up to his feet quickly, the damage done, and turns... RIGHT into a dropkick from Guillotina!

Taylor: Did you SEE the height of that dropkick!?
Romano: Impressive athleticism.

Skies hits the mat and Guillotina doesn't stop moving, bouncing off the ropes. Skies gets up to one knee and Guillotina takes the opportunity with an enzuigiri to put him back down! Guillotina gets back up and sees Keith Williams and Alexander Shaw squaring up against Maria Banks, who happens to be right next to him. Sizing up the situation, he squares himself up as well and gets ready for battle.

Romano: Shaw still has his sights set on Maria Banks!
Taylor: And it looks like she's entangled Guillotina in her web as well.

Williams is the first to make a move and he explodes towards Maria just as Shaw does the same in Guillotina's direction. Williams dives at Maria, who runs to the ropes and bounces off. Williams takes a swipe at her on the rebound, which she ducks under as well. On the next bounce, Williams leaps up and hits her with a bicycle kick, taking her down! He quickly follows up by dragging her up to her feet and Maria thinks quick, going low and hooking between the uprights to punch Keith Williams directly in the balls. Williams' eyes go cross as he slumps over, clutching at his crown jewels. Meanwhile, Shaw is overwhelming Guillotina with a series of blows. Both men are grabbing the back of each other's heads, just sending fists flying in all directions. It's Shaw who is clearly the more advanced brawler, though, and eventually he drives Guillotina into the corner and starts to lift him up over the top rope. Guillotina wraps a leg around the second rope to maintain his positioning, but it doesn't stop Shaw from trying to lift him higher. As the two struggle, Maria Banks sees an opportunity and tries to rush up and flip them both over the top rope!

Romano: Maria's going for the double whammy!

As soon as he feels himself being lifted, Shaw drops Williams and quickly turns, much to Maria's dismay. His eyes narrow and he sets off after her, and once again, Maria Banks is on the run. Shaw cuts off her path towards the entrance ramp, not to be fooled again, leaving Maria with no exits. She runs to the other side of the ring to put some distance in between them and Shaw is quickly hot on her heels. Enraged, he spins into another devastating rolling lariat, this time taking Maria over the top rope! Unfortunately, the momentum from his charge accidentally sends Shaw over the top rope as well! Both splash into the water.

Taylor: Alexander Shaw just eliminated both himself and Maria Banks!
Romano: Someone better check on Maria. I don't think people that have been decapitated can swim.
Taylor: Maria spent the whole match provoking him, I can't say I'm surprised.
Romano: Alexander Shaw was an unleashed force. He has technically eliminated EVERYBODY in the match so far!

Down to four, Williams is still in the corner on the ground, trying to catch his breath after Maria's heinous dick shot. Sniper is back up, along with Leon Skies, and we're back to business. The two lock up in the center of the ring. Sniper goes for a Suplex -- but Skies stays grounded! Skies now manuevers around behind Sniper for his own German suplex -- but Sniper stays grounded! Sniper throws an elbow behind him and knocks some sense into Leon Skies, then rolls around into a hammerlock. Skies flails with his one good arm, unable to make any progress, before dropping to a seated position and slamming Sniper's chin into Leon's shoulder! Sniper lets go of the lock and stumbles back, holding his face.

Romano: Great technical exchange here from these two.
Taylor: Sniper and Skies have been going at it all match, will one of them win out?

Back up to his feet quickly, Skies puts the pressure on Sniper, taking advantage of his momentary stun to run and get a knee lifted into Sniper's stomach. Sniper keels over and Leon Skies senses the opportunity, wrapping him up and taking him down with a fast snap suplex. Quickly analyzing the situation, Skies realizes he has to do more damage to keep Sniper grounded, so he seeks to take to the air. Leon runs to the corner and climbs up to the top rope with his back to Sniper, glancing behind him to get his aim right and steadies himself on the top rope.

Taylor: Could it be? Are we gonna see the SAF!?

Leon gets himself steadied, readied, and plants his feet to leap off... only for Guillotina to come flying in and shove Leon Skies off the top rope! Skies goes tumbling down over the side of the yacht and crashes into the water below with a splash! Guillotina peers over the side and sort of shrugs and smiles, but something catches his eye. His gaze lingers for a few moments longer, then he turns back to the match.

Taylor: No! Skies committed the cardinal sin of a match like this!
Romano: You never go high, Tommy. Never go high.

Guillotina turns around as Keith Williams seems to have recovered from his groin incident, and Sniper has also made it back to his feet. The three men size each other up, with neither man making the first move. Williams looks over at Guillotina, then back at Sniper, before calling out to Sniper, telling him they should team up to take out the alleged time traveler. Sniper glances to Guillotina, then back to Williams and nods. Williams smirks and the two men begin closing in on Guillotina... but Sniper sidesteps and nails Williams with a Killshot, sending him down to the mat!

Romano: Johnny! That's dishonorable!
Taylor: Please, the dishonorable thing would be teaming up with Keith Williams!

With Williams down for the count, Sniper and Guillotina are left alone in the ring. Sniper tries for the old reliable with a superkick, but Guillotina isn't having it. He slides underneath and chops the back of Sniper's legs, taking him down. Guillotina picks himself back up off the mat and drags Sniper up to his feet, but Sniper shoves him off! Guillotina stumbles back and rebounds against the ropes for momentum, stumbling forward into Sniper's shoulders. Sniper lifts Guillotina up for a Fireman's Carry. Sniper holds him there for a moment too long, though, and Guillotina gets off a few stiff elbows to the side of Sniper's head. Guillotina slides down behind Sniper, grabbing him by both shoulders from behind, dropping him down into both knees for a double knee backbreaker! Sniper winces in pain as he hits the mat.

Taylor: Neither man wants to give an inch!

Guillotina gets up and moves towards Sniper again, picking him up off the mat and dragging him towards the side to put an end to it. He starts to lift Sniper up against the ropes to get him over the top rope, but Sniper is hanging on for dear life. Guillotina struggles to get Sniper up at all, because Sniper has his feet hooked in between the edge of the yacht and the bottom rope. Eventually, Sniper manages to wedge himself further down with a low center of gravity and shoves Guillotina off of him. Guillotina stumbles back to the center of the ring, giving Sniper time to step forward. Guillotina charges Sniper, who shifts to the side and lifts a knee into his gut. With Guillotina hunched over, Sniper shoves Guillotina's head between his legs and picks him up, upside down, ready for a cradle piledriver.

Romano: Guillotina's about to have a hell of a headache!

Just then, looking through Guillotina's legs, Sniper sees Keith Williams shuffling towards him. Williams sidesteps and fires, launching a superkick directly into the face of Johnny Sniper! Sniper drops Guillotina on his head and stumbles backwards from the blast, flipping over the side of the yacht and crashing into the water below!

Taylor: My god! Keith Williams just took down Johnny Sniper with his own Killshot!!
Romano: Williams got his revenge for Sniper blindsiding him earlier!
Taylor: Sniper looked on fire this match, in a way he hasn't been in a long time! His opportunity just barely cut short!

Down to the final two. With Guillotina landing on his head, Williams goes for the quick opportunity to drag him up and toss him over the side... but Guillotina manages to get an elbow up to Williams' jaw. Williams holds his face as Guillotina unleashes a kick to the gut, a kick to the side of his knee, and finishes it off with a rolling heel kick, knocking Williams back. Williams plants himself as Guillotina rushes him and tries to wrap up Guillotina on the fly, but Guillotina responds with a spinning sitout jawbreaker! Williams clutches his jaw as he falls face-first onto the mat.

Taylor: I don't know who has it here!
Romano: It's anyone's game! Guillotina has those vicious strikes, but Williams has shown a lot of ingenuity this match.

Guillotina is quick to scramble over to Williams to attempt to drag him up, once again not forgetting his goal of dumping him over the side... but Williams reaches up gouges Guillotina's eyes! Guillotina screams out in pain as he holds his eyes, completely blinded momentarily.

Romano: See? Ingenuity!
Taylor: Most of us call that cheating!
Romano: No rules in this match, Tommy, it's all perfectly allowed.

As Guillotina wipes away the water from his eyes, Keith Williams rushes him from behind. He grabs the back of his head and runs with Guillotina towards the side of the boat, using the momentum to effortlessly toss Guillotina over the side! Guillotina disappears from view over the side of the boat and Keith Williams turns back towards the center of the ring with a shit-eating grin on his face, having been victorious.

Romano: Against all odds, Williams did it!
Taylor: No! After such a hard-fought match!

"When the Levee Breaks" by Led Zeppelin starts to play over Terry Bradshaw's shitty yacht stereo system and Keith soaks up the imaginary jeers from the imaginary fans.

Romano: Keith Williams has won himself a title shot of his choosing! AWF has been put on notice!
Taylor: Wait a second... Cassius, look!

The camera switches to a wide shot of the boat where Guillotina fell. There, on the side of the boat, clinging on to the metal anchor chain, is none other than Guillotina! And he's climbing back up!

Romano: WHAT!?
Taylor: The rules say you have to hit the water! Guillotina hasn't hit the water! He isn't out!

Keith Williams continues his celebration in the ring, completely unaware of what's happening just feet away from him. Guillotina manages to climb to the top of the anchor compartment and gets his footing on the small ledge, then looks above him and leaps... successfully grabbing a hand on the porthole above him! Using his raw upper body strength, Guillotina pulls himself back up over the edge of the yacht! He gets one hand on the ring ropes, dangling off the side of the boat... then the other hand... and pulls himself back into the ring.

Taylor: He actually did it!
Romano: Keith! No! Turn around!

Keith isn't paying attention, he's just soaking up the sun rays and being a general cocky douchebag. Suddenly, his music cuts off. Keith starts yelling at the crew running the show, demanding they let his song keep playing. Guillotina takes a moment to get to his feet and catch his breath after that impressive athletic display. Then he walks up and grabs Keith Williams by the back of the head. Keith's eyes go wide as Guillotina surprises him and rushes him over to a DIFFERENT side of the ring, quickly tossing him over the edge. Guillotina peers over the edge and waves goodbye to Keith Williams as he plummets into the ocean.

Taylor: That's it! Holy hell! In his debut match, Guillotina has won his shot at any title he chooses in AWF!
Romano: Keith should've had that. Who plans a battle royal on a boat with an anchor chain right there?
Taylor: I guess... Terry Bradshaw.

"On Another Level" by Tommee Profitt now plays out over the speaker system with Guillotina confirmed as the actual winner of the match.

Taylor: Guillotina played it smart! Despite Keith's dirty tricks, he positioned himself near the anchor to give himself a fighting chance.
Romano: Yeah yeah. I guess he saw the anchor line when he tossed Leon Skies out earlier.
Taylor: Indeed. Very keen awareness from Guillotina.
Romano: Now the question is... who will he challenge?
Taylor: Only time will tell!

Guillotina looks overjoyed as his android MIA comes out from the back, waving excitedly for his win.

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Coming back from the last match, Copycat is seen next to Terry Bradshaw. Of course, considering the past and how abusive that Bradshaw is, Copycat is trembling in fear.

Bradshaw: So Copycat, here's the skinny.

As the AWF's CFO says that, Copycat looks down at his malnourished body.

Bradshaw: So I brought this.

Terry Bradshaw pulls out a high-capacity assault water gun, which is essentially a modified super soaker.

Bradshaw: When Amy Lee comes out around the corner, I'm going to spray her with this. She'll be knocked off her guard and then you come from behind and come from behind with a roll up. I mean, not a fruit roll up. You're obese enough as it is. I mean you roll her into a pin.

Copycat: OK, question.

Bradshaw: No questions allowed.

Copycat: First off, who's Amy Lee?

Bradshaw: Amy Lee? The lead singer of Evanescence? No! We're talking about the AWF Around The Clock Champion, Maria Banks! Come on, Copycat! Keep your eyes on the ball!

As he says this, Bradshaw slaps Copycat on the back of the head.

Copycat: Ow! Sorry! Also, isn't this a bit... gross?

Bradshaw: What do you mean?! This is the purest H2O2 you'll find anywhere!

Copycat: No, I mean... She's a girl and you want to get her all wet so you can...

Bradshaw: Copycat, how despicable of you! She's a member of our team! She's a wrestler! So you already proved yourself to be ignorant, but a sexual deviant!? That's disgusting! Come on. Just get into position. Here she comes!

Copycat groans before scurrying to the other side of the corner. Terry Bradshaw smirks as he holds the super soaker Rambo style. After a quick moment, Maria turns the corner. Copycat shouts with a heavy hand of anxiousness.

Copycat: Mr. Bradshaw, spray her now!

Bradshaw: Spray her?! Absolutely not! I don't even know why you gave me this!? Trying to insult and antagonized a well respected wrestler?! How could you!?

Copycat's eyes are huge with fear and betrayal as he sees Terry Bradshaw lying through his teeth. Terry Bradshaw apologetically bows to Maria.

Copycat: Ms. Banks! He's lying. I would never-

Bradshaw: He's just trying to cover himself. You heard him yourself. Regardless - I'm sorry, Ms. Banks. Here, let me make this right.

He turns to Copycat and [super soaker] pistol whips Copycat. Copycat immediately falls to the floor. Terry Bradshaw begins laughing and doing the repeated crouching move often done in Halo and Call of Duty, colloquially known as tea bagging. Maria Banks gives an awkward look to Copycat and Bradshaw apologizes again.

Bradshaw: Sorry for his rudeness, Ms. Banks. 

Bradshaw tries to take her by the end and give it a big ol' Bradshaw smooch, which causes Maria to recoil in horror. This irritates Bradshaw. Maria turns to walk away and Bradshaw pounces on her, using his fat, gelatinous body to wrap her up and drag her to the ground.

Bradshaw: COPYCAT! Get off your lazy ass and cover her!!

Copycat is in a haze.

Copycat: Huh? But, why did you hit me--

Bradshaw: STOP ASKING STUPID QUESTIONS AND DO IT!

Copycat does as he's told and climbs over top of Maria with Bradshaw still using his weight to hold her down. There's the count.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

The referee raises Copycat's hands as he's crowned the new champion. Bradshaw scrambles up and snatches the title from Maria, then runs off with it. 

Bradshaw: Let's go! Quick, dammit!

The two of them scamper away with their ill-won prize.

---

Taylor: The formerly known Around The Clock Champion and the formerly known ORION. He is Aryx.
Romano: And he's looking to make a big splash tonight at Beach Blast.

"Texas, Our Texas" begins playing and the crowd erupts in boos (minus any native Texans in attendance; They stand and remove their caps). Dallas Houston emerges from the back saddled up on his horse Trigger. Dallas and Trigger slowly make their way towards the ring as he keeps his nose turned up at the people as they pass by. Trigger makes a lap around the ring and stops at the base of the ramp. Dallas steps off of the saddle and a ringside attendant leads Trigger to the back. Dallas steps up to the top of the ring steps and onto the ring apron. Prior to entering the ring, Dallas wipes his feet on the apron and then steps through the ropes. He walks over to the center of the ring and removes his cowboy hat, placing it over his heart as he waits for the entirety of "Texas, Our Texas" to finish playing. Once finished, Dallas walks over to the corner and hangs his hat on the ring post. He removes the towel from around his neck and drops it onto the floor on the outside as he waits.

Taylor: And here's the most 'Murican wrestler that the AWF probably has ever seen ever, Dallas Houston!
Romano: He's brash. He's not easy to deal with but dang it, he knows how to make a statement.

---

Singles Match
ARYX vs. Dallas Houston

---

The bell rings. ARYX and Dallas goes for a heavy handed and intense lock up. ARYX goes for an arm wrench but Dallas Houston blocks this by knocking him down with a clothesline. The breath from ARYX's lungs. Dallas Houston follows up with dropping for an elbow. He goes for a quick pin, but ARYX kicks out before the referee could even get into position. Houston tries to get up but the former Around the Clock Champion manages to stop this from happening. He maneuvers his body and has his legs around his opponent's head, going for a headscissors submission. Dallas groans in pain as he struggles to keep himself from giving up.

Taylor: ARYX has Dallas right where he wants him!
Romano: ...Or does he?

ARYX's eyes goes wide as Dallas manages to rotate himself so that, even without the support of his hands, he begins to climb to his feet. ARYX is astounded. Dallas, even while in the submission, is able to lift ARYX's body completely off the ground. SPINEBUSTER! Aryx hits the canvas HARD! He has to shake his head just to keep himself here in the world of reality. But wait! Dallas picks him up for a SECOND time! ANOTHER spinebuster! Aryx is almost certainly concussed now! Aryx is looking left and right, trying to find a way out of this pickle. Dallas Houston, however, is determined to continue this for as long as he can. Of course as they say - if it's not broke, don't fix it. He brings ARYX up for a THIRD spinebuster. As he goes down, ARYX reverses it! DDT! Dallas Houston hits the floor! ARYX takes the opportunity and goes for the pin count:


...One!


...Tw-Kickout!

Taylor: Nice flexibility from ARYX!
Romano: That's what helps makes a wrestler. You need to be able to go with the flow. If you can't then you have no business being in the squared circle.

Dallas Houston gets up, red hot much like Texan hot sauce. But Aryx isn't the kind of person to just flop over and take a loss. Aryx gets up and brings Houston up to his feet as well. He throws a couple of punch, which his opponent takes in stride and then throws him against the ropes. He bounces back. Aryx goes for a clothesline. Down the big man goes! Aryx gets some accomplishment out of this and decides to capitalize on the big opportunity here. He runs back to the ropes, and on the rebound finds that Dallas Houston climbs up to his feet. Houston picks him up and takes him down with X-Pac's X-Factor that he calls The Dallas Star! ARYX takes every bit of it! He goes for the pin and the referee slides in for the count.


...One!


...Two!


...THREE!

Jessie Love: Here is your winner of the match - Dallassssss Hoouustooonnn!

Taylor: Dallas got the win and he toppled the former Around The Clock Champion!
Romano: It was a quick match but sometimes matches end out that way. Aryx did a good job and if they fought again, it could easily go the other way.

---

Jessie Love: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!



🎶HARD🎶 by Tay-K and BloccBoy JB erupts over the sound system throughout the arena and a roar of boo's and jeers explodes from the crowd. The beat drops and out from the curtain walks Rob Garcia wearing what looks to be a mink coat.

Jessie Love: Introducing first, accompanied by his manager Jeff Noon, standing at six-feet and one inch and weighing two-hundred-and-forty-one pounds...The King of Extreme! ROBBBBBB…..GARCIAAAAA!

He stops and stands at the entrance ramp, staring at the crowd with a smug look upon his face. As he stands there, his manager, Jeff Noon then makes his way out holding a clipboard and he then stands to the right of Rob. Rob turns his head to look at Jeff, and they both nod, Rob then slowly makes his way down towards the ring, Jeff following behind. Rob stops half way and starts trash into the camera, Jeff then uses his clipboard to block the shot when they try to react and he then moves his hand forward to escort Rob to the ring.

Romano: We’ve seen some interesting sides to Garcia since he joined. Right now, he knows that with the rest of the ReVenants around him he is set-up for what could be a great push towards bigger things!
Taylor: Jeff steers him out of trouble here and by now he’s got to be a pro at it!

Rob jumps up on the ring apron, as Jeff runs up the steps, he walks to the turnbuckle, climbs it and raises his hand in the air holding up his index finger. Rob yells "I'm the man! I'm number one! I'm the king of extreme!" He then jumps down off the turnbuckle and makes his way over to Noon.

Jessie Love: His opponent, coming to the ring now…



The drum fill followed by the opening guitar riff for the title track off the fourth studio album by Canadian punk band Sum 41 begins to blare on the Ascension PA system. The fans begin to cheer as the lights go dark and a single spotlight appears on the ramp.

One, two, three, four

The rest of the band joins the guitar as Adam Sanders emerges behind the curtain. The fans give the Awkward One loud cheers as the spotlight follows his trek towards the ring.

Jessie Love: From Grand Rapids, Michigan, weighing in at two hundred forty pounds, he is the Awkward One… ADAM SANDERS!!

Well, I won’t be caught living in a dead end job
While praying to my government guns and gods
Now it’s us against them, we’re here to represent
And spit right in the face of the establishment!

Taylor: We’ve seen both sides speak their true feelings on the other in the lead-up to tonight, how big a psychological advantage will Eddie Walker’s absence be?
Romano: Walker trains champions, you only need to look at his client list and Sanders is no exception. They’ll be prepared for the match with the set-up they have and you can guarantee that if Plan A isn’t working they’ll have contingencies!

Sanders walks up the stairs, walks down the apron a bit and puts both arms in the air. He steps on the opposite turnbuckle, the chorus of the song becomes the backdrop for him to hop back into the ring.

Well because we're doing fine, and we don't need to be told
That we're doing fine, 'cause we won't give you control.
And we don't need anything from you,
'Cause we'll be just fine, and we won't be bought and sold, just like you

---

Singles Match
Adam Sanders vs. Rob Garcia

---

Gabe Valentine is happy with the competitors to start and signals for the bell. The camera picks up Jeff Noon leaning onto the apron and giving Garcia some last-minute advice, Garcia takes it on board and seems to be trash-talking the Awkward One straight out the gate.

Romano: The ReVenants have seemingly latched onto Adam Sanders since he joined,
Taylor: Sanders ran Neo James Carner close in the four-way but came up short, this is a chance for him to atone for the loss.
Romano: That is true but Garcia will be looking to right the result of their own match where Sanders managed to grab the victory that night.

Sanders’ face is unreadable, he steps towards his opponent and signals for the the King of Extreme to lock-up. His opponent leans in to acquiesce but then raises a knee to stomach of Adam and follows it up with a pointed elbow strike to the back. Garcia laughs as Sanders drops to his knees. The Awkward One gets back to his feet and sees Rob has turned his back on him, he grabs a handful of tights..

Romano:Quick roll-up attempt by the Michigan native...

ONE…

KICKOUT!!

Taylor: Nice idea, wrong time for the execution!

Garcia is furious and rolls back to his feet and looks to hit a stiff clothesline but Adam is wise to the move and ducks under it sending Rob swinging for air. Having a second on his opponent, Sanders sets himself and quickly shoots off two head kicks that connect….DROPKICK!!

Romano: Homage to his mentor with that move from Sanders!
Taylor: With Garcia being more all-out in his ring-style and Sanders almost favoring a more measured approach, we’ll be seeing both sides adapting to gain the advantage tonight.

The cameras pick up Adam letting a rare smile form on his face, seemingly adapting to the match tempo.

Romano: We can only wonder what Eddie Walker’s pep-talk was before the match.
Taylor: We know that Eddie isn’t a micro-manager in that he won’t be at ringside for every match but this does mean that Sanders is effectively having to fight Garcia as well as Noon!

He looks to close the gap in the ring between him and Garcia but Rob ducks his body between the top and middle ropes. Valentine wards off Sanders as we see Jeff Noon climb onto the apron and pass something to his client.

Romano: Classic move from Rob, gives him time to regroup and allows Jeff to pivot any parts of their approach for tonight that might not be working.
Taylor: Did you see what was passed over?

Valentine is happy with the distance as Garcia leans back into the ring, Sanders looks to keep the momentum going but Rob pokes him in the eye.

Taylor: Cheap shot from Garcia.
Romano: With Sanders it’s a bigger move psychologically than physically and still, no sign of your mystery object!

Sanders swings with a huge overhand right but SANDERS DUCKS AND LEVELS HIS OPPONENT WITH A SPINEBUSTER THAT SENDS WHATEVER NOON PASSED HIM FLYING INTO THE MIDDLE OF THE RING!

Taylor: I TOLD YOU!! LOOK!
Romano: Adam’s deceptively strong, Tommy but, to your point - let’s find out what it is.

Inspecting the object, Sanders realizes it’s a set of brass knuckles. He looks cheated as he shows Valentine who picks up the object and walks over to lambast Noon. Jeff, to his credit, feigns ignorance and looks like he’s blaming an AWF cameraman!

Romano: I think I’ve seen everything now!
Taylor: Adam feels rightly aggrieved but is this drawing focus away from Garcia?

Valentine warns Noon he won’t stand for it and will throw him out if he sees much more. Sanders goes back to Garcia who capitalizes on the split attention of Gabe with a low-blow and a rising knee to the head. He drops down for the cover.

Romano: A quick one-two combination!
Taylor: Garcia’s going to fight dirty no matter what, isn’t he!

Noon points out the pin…

Romano: That’s not going to get you back in Gabe’s good books!

ONE…

KICKOUT!!

Taylor: Rightly or wrongly, Garcia nearly stole the victory there!
Romano: Hooking the leg would have gotten him nearer but Sanders still looks fresh!

As both men get to their feet, Garcia gets the drop on his opponent with a belly-to-belly suplex! Picking showboating over action, The King of Extreme leans over Sanders and starts trash-talking him. SMALL PACKAGE!!
Taylor: Hoisted by his own petard comes to mind!

ONE…

T-KICKOUT!!

Romano: Sanders showing that his wits are still as sharp as before the bell rang.
Taylor: The match still remains open, what I can’t predict is who is going to grab it by the neck and own it.

Sanders is quicker to react this time and connects with a snug forearm to the face of Garcia who steps back with the blow and laughs. He rears back and throws one of his own, Sanders comes back with another stiff shot, Rob returns the favor.

Romano: The two men trading blows…
Taylor: Sanders is a natural striker, Garcia’s daredevil style means he’s not going to back out of a challenge.

Seemingly at a stand-off, the two men stare each other down. Sanders breaks the deadlock WITH A SUPERKICK THAT SENDS GARCIA STAGGERING BACK AND THROUGH THE ROPES!

Romano: Another nod to his training but normally we see that as the set-up for the end. Did Garcia deliberately fall through rather than fall down?
Taylor: It’s a lucky move if he didn’t, that vertical suplex piledriver or the Death Valley Driver normally follow the martial arts kick.

Sanders tries to approach him but Jeff Noon is once more there, this time pulling his charge from the apron and wrapping an arm around him as he walks him around the ring to try and bring him back around, imparting wisdom as he goes.

Taylor: Jeff is earning his cut of Garcia’s pay tonight!
Romano: You need to take these breaks where you can. If it’s not working or you need to break the rhythm of your opponent then regroup and come back to the ring.
Taylor: It’s stalling!

Valentine starts the count…

ONE…

Taylor: Sanders isn’t being drawn into this one.
Romano: Don’t count your chickens yet...

Garcia seems more compos mentis now and whispers something into his manager’s ear. They both nod and approach the apron...SANDERS LOOKS FOR THE BASEBALL SLIDE BUT NOON PULLS HIS MEAL-TICKET OUT OF THE WAY...GARCIA TAKES HIM DOWN TO THE MAT WITH A RUNNING BACK-ELBOW!!

Taylor: Misjudged baseball slide from Sanders and of course, Noon was there to ensure his client came out on top!
Romano: I told you, regrouping - move of kings!

The King of Extreme rolls The Awkward One into the ring and gets to the apron. He scales the turnbuckles and perches atop in wait...MISSILE DROPKICK!!!

Romano: He got all of that one!
Taylor: Will it be enough?

HE HOOKS THE LEG!!

ONE....

TW-SANDERS GETS A LEG ON THE ROPE!!

Romano: Great ring awareness from the Awkward One.
Taylor: He’s not out of the woods yet though.

Adamant that Valentine was slow to react, Garcia quickly slaps a palm onto an open hand to mimic his desired count-speed. Valentine shakes his head and holds up one finger to further push the actual count of the pin attempt.

Romano: Normally, Noon would be protesting but Valentine has already warned him of his involvement.
Taylor: Sanders is back to his feet.

Sanders spins Garcia around by the shoulder...LARIAT!!

Romano: The strength possessed by Sanders takes a lot of people by surprise but that lariat is a classic example of his prowess inside the ring.
Taylor: He’s looking to go big...

The Awkward One leaps to the top-rope, he casts an eye to where Jeff Noon is and, happy that he’s no danger, HE CATCHES GARCIA WITH A FLYING CLOTHESLINE!

Romano: Flight of the Dragonite!
Taylor: Look at Jeff, he’s not looking so sure now!

The smile on the Michigan native is now clear for all to see. He drags Garcia to his feet and looks to hoist him into a Fireman’s Carry lift…

Romano: Are we about to see The Dreambreaker?
Coming to at the very last moment, The King of Extreme connects with several panic-stricken elbows to the head that stun his opponent.

Taylor: Those elbows could save the match for him!

He swings round into a front-facelock….JUMPING SPINNING DDT!!!

Romano: Overdose DDT!

Stalking the dropped Sanders, Garcia crouches down and motions for Adam to get to his feet. As Sanders gets to his feet, GARCIA CHARGES AND LOOKS FOR THE RUNNING FLYING KNEE BUT SANDERS DUCKS...GARCIA ROLLS THROUGH AND LAUNCHES HIMSELF AT SANDERS , TAKING HIM DOWN WITH A RUNNING CANNONBALL!!!

Romano: The missed Lights Out for Harambe was nicely changed up there.
Taylor: You know how insufferable Garcia’ll be if he pulls this off tonight?
Romano: I don’t think it’s a match we can call the result of right now...

A cocky laugh escapes from Rob’s mouth as he strides towards the turnbuckle. Adam is once more getting to his feet...FLYING CROSSBODY...SANDERS CATCHES HIM...NOON PULLS OUT THE AWKWARD ONE’S LEGS.

Taylor: GABE!!!
Romano: He didn’t see it but Noon was right there to influence how that move came down!

ONE…

VALENTINE IS UNSIGHTED IN SEEING NOON HOLD DOWN THE THRASHING LEGS OF SANDERS!

Taylor: This is a travesty!!

TWO…

THREE…!!!

Jessie Love: The winner of this contest as a result of pinfall….ROB….GARCIA!!!

Noon has pulled his client out of the ring and is hurrying him down the aisle. Sanders, having gotten to his feet immediately, can’t believe the win he appeared to be cheated out of but simply looks as Garcia and Noon back down the aisle.

Romano: Sanders has every right to feel cheated on this one but the record books won’t reflect that!
Taylor: Garcia got the win but you sense this isn’t going to end here tonight between Sanders and the ReVenants!

---

*"Ain't No Rest for the Wicked" hits the arena as an imitation sandstorm is created in the entranceway and Aiden Merric emerges from it chewing nicotine gum and wearing the XHF Phoenix Championship around his waist. He spits the gum and puts a patch on his arm before stretching and walking to the ring with a purpose. He rolls into the ring and stretches on the ropes. The referee stops him and removes his various blades, ropes and other hunting equipment as he smirks. He then hands over his title belt and cracks his neck waiting for the bell.

Taylor: Here's the champion, Aiden Merric! What a champion!
Romano: They don't call him a hunter for nothing. He's certainly hunted a number of contenders looking to get that belt.

A cavalcade of clapping begins as the D.R.U.G.S. tune "King I Am" blares over the sound system.

"You can feel the fear when I walk by
Tail between your legs make 'em run and hide
And I can see the pain pouring out your eyes
I think I am finally, starting to feel like the KING I AM!

The song kicks in over the loudspeakers as the sound of guitars ascend to the boiling point and the song engages. Neo begins to make a triumphant strut down to the ring, his chin held high as his hands lay at his side moving with his stride, t. He looks down all around the ramp, keeping his bearded chin up as he glides effortlessly forward in a striding saunter. The pompous cocky attitude radiating from his being at this point.

Neo makes it to the ringside area as he circles around the ring, jumping up effortlessly onto the apron and climbs into the ring. He walks over to the ropes on the side of the stage as he grabs the top rope with his hands and then yanks down on it, flexing all of his muscles before releasing it, a giant white and red pyro exploding out the top of the nearby turnbuckle like a mortar.

Taylor: And there's his challenger, Neo James Carner. He's gotten through hell to get to where he is today.
Romano: His eyes are beaming. This boy here wants gold. Will he get it? We'll see right now.

---

XHF Phoenix Title Match
Aiden Merric (C) vs. Neo James Carner

---

The bell rings and the two competitors share a solemn moment just looking between one another. Neo James Carner worked hard to get to where he got now. After defeating those such as Athena and Xialong, and like Keith Williams and Adam Sanders, he finally got through the end of the road, to the championship. Now only one man stands in his way. The Aussie. The hunter. The beast handler. The champion. Aiden Merric. Aiden's looking at him, cocky. He's faced a lot of challengers and a lot others have shown promise and fought their share of battles. In Outback's mind, Carner is no different. With a sideways jump, NJC decides to follow suit. They circle one around the other before colliding in the middle of the ring. They lock up with great intensity and immediately challenge one another for a mighty test of strength.

Taylor: The challenger versus the champion! The winner of the tournament versus the man they face! Who's it going to be!?
Romano: The two are pretty well matched. Around the same height. Carner has the weight advantage but Merric has experience taking down beasts larger and stronger than him.

Right on cue with that message, Aiden shoots a knee to the gut of the challenger, kneels down, and flips him over with a snapmare. Aiden doesn't let go. That's not what hunters do. Instead, he has Carner down in a headlock. NJC immediately grasps at his throat, but this isn't the Outback's first rodeo... or whatever the Aussie equivalent of that is. He holds on. Neo circles around and tries to find the ropes, but the XHF Phoenix Champion isn't going to let him find it. He holds him still in the circle and is an expert at finding opposite force towards wherever the challenger is trying to go. Aiden shouts at Carner, telling him to give up. It's not clear whether. Neo James Carner refuses to comply or if he couldn't understand his heavy accent, but he chooses not to. NJC is getting angry and begins giving a shot to the gut. Momentum is given up. Aiden Merric sees the resistance coming and he lets go... only to adjust the blow to a side suplex! NJC hits the mat hard!

Taylor: Merric is showing us just why he's the champ!
Romano: He has some serious experience here. You may not know this but Aiden Merric is now the longest reigning XHF Phoenix Champion in history.
Taylor: What, really?
Romano: Check the history books. The only other person who held onto the belt was Goldberg back in 2002. He held it for 125 days. Today, Merric has held it for 140 days. He has some serious skill.

Merric goes down. NJC sees this as a pin attempt and instantly kicks out. That's exactly what the XHF Phoenix Champion wanted him to think. He gets him in position, grabs his head with both hands and BAM! headbutt. The eyes of Carner just rolls toward the back of his head. Merric laughs, grabs him by the throat and just shoves his head RIGHT to the mat. He then gets up, shrugs and says, "All too easy." He steps back and allows NJC to get up. He holds his arm out. He's ready for his Clothesline from Hell finisher that he calls Contract Fulfilled. After a moment or two, Carner gets up, and Merric's patience becomes rewarded. He runs full throttle to go for the clothesline and right at the last moment, Carner notices this and bends backwards, narrowly avoiding the blow. He bends back upright. They both turn around... Neo James Carner drives down the champion with a lifting reverse DDT! The sound just whips like lightning, echoing throughout the arena!

Taylor: The challenger finally gets one in!
Romano: This is a good time for Carner to capitalize. He's been falling behind and if he wants to finally take control, now's his chance.

Carner looks down at the champion, Aiden Merric. He knows that this is going to end in a blaze of glory. He brings him up to his feet and then over his shoulders. He looks to the commentators and goes for it - the Widowmaker that he calls Spatial End! But wait - The XHF Phoenix Champion grabs the top ropes! Merric expected stunned silence. Shock. But all he gets is a chuckle. Merric looks back and NJC drops the body and lunges toward his head. He jerks his head toward the top rope and begins actively CHOKING HIM! Merric's eyes goes wide as he's realizing that he fell right into Neo James Carner's hands. Senior Referee Gabe Valentine, however, is on the ball. He's quick with the count: ...One! ...Two! ...Three! ...Four! ...Fi- NJC lets go. Merric immediately takes a big gulp of air, but the air almost as quickly as it comes in shoots straight out as NJC uses his leg to trip Merric and chokes him again but this time on the bottom rope. Again, with the count: ...One! ...Two! ...Three! ...Four! ...Fiv- He lets go again with a grin on NJC's face.

Taylor: So Cassius, would you consider this capitalizing the opportunity?
Romano: ...That and a bit some, yes. It takes something as cunning and ruthless as a hunter to take down another and the longer I watch this match, the more I believe that Carner here could be the one to beat the hunter.

Neo James Carner bends down to Merric's ear and whispers, "Never forget who the better man is." That set something off in the hunter. He throws an elbow back to the face of NJC, forcing him to stagger back. Merric fights through the pain and anguish and gets back to his feet. He sends a HARD and STIFF fist to the face of his challenger, forcing him back. Despite everything, the challenger sends an impressive uppercut on the rebound. This, of course, forces Aiden Merric to stagger and circle back. He's focused on recovering for a moment before just running forward. CONTRACT FULFILLED! OUT OF NOWHERE!

Taylor: I didn't see the transition! He hid it!
Romano: That what makes him such a dangerous hunt- WAIT! CARNER DUCKED IT!

Indeed he has and both competitors are running away from one another toward the ropes. They bounce and rebound, heading toward one another in the middle once more. The hunter, Aiden Merric, goes once more for his clothesline from hell - Contract Fulfilled! AND THEN THERE NEO JAMES CARNER GOES AGAIN WITH HIS RUNNING BICYCLE KNEE - NEO-CLASSICAL KNEE STRIKE! THE KNEE HITS BEFORE MERRIC'S ARM COULD HIT HIM! NJC MAKES THE OVER!


...ONE!


...TWO!


...THREE!

The bell rings.

Jessie Love: Ladies and gentlemen, your winner of the match and the NEW XHF Phoenix Champion - NEOOOO JAAAAMES CARRRRRNEERRRRRRR!

Taylor: We have a new champion!
Romano: Months upon months with many challengers! Even the XHF Legend Rat Bastard couldn't topple the hunter, but tonight we found one who has! We have a new champion!

---

The Dark Stars are walking along the crowded beach without masks not caring if they are breaking the law since they are immune to the COVID 19 outbreak. They are alone but Commandrix is speaking to them via their eyes as both look around at the beachgoers jogging, surfers and others on the beach.

Niko: Do you see the champion Commandrix?

Commandrix: I'm scanning for the champion, but there should be a massive pile up of bodies since my intel informs me there are plenty of wrestlers trying to take the championship from the current holder.

Niko: Then we better work fast since we have thousands of humans on this beach and anyone of them could be part of the roster.

Kono: I can't wait to pound on someone no matter who it is.

Commandrix: Keep focused on the mission.

Kono: Which one Commandrix? We have two missions to accomplish at the same time.

Commandrix: The Around The Clock Championship. We already scoped out the security of the other location and will carry out that mission a bit later.

Kono: Right.

They continue to look around and Niko is hit by a volleyball. Niko picks he ball up and looks around and sees the volley ball players.

Guy: Sorry.

Niko: Apology accepted.

Niko taps the ball to the Guy and he accidentally sends him to the sand with it, not realizing his own strength.

Niko: I'll help you up.

The guy cowers and scrambles to his feet and back to the game.

Niko: What did I do wrong?

Kono: You didn't teach him a lesson.

Niko: He apologized.

Commandrix: You did, but you should have handed him the round object instead of tossing it to him.

Niko: Then I'll hand it back if the scenario happens again.

Commandrix: Concentrate on the championship.

Niko: Affirmative.

The Dark Stars hear someone mocking them and they turn around.

Kono: You just offended my honor.

Drunk: Aww! Did I offend you?

Niko: He's not worth it.

Drunk: Yeah you're not worth getting your asses kicked.

Kono smiles but it isn't a pleasant one as he goes over and punches the Drunk so hard he falls face first onto the sand.

Kono: Now that was worth it.

The Dark Stars leave and continue to search for the champion and Kono spots Terry Bradshaw and Copycat, with Bradshaw carrying around Copycat's newly won Around the Clock championship.

Kono: Look.

Commandrix: Track them and don't let them get too far from your sight.

Kono: That shouldn't be a problem.

The Dark Stars stalk Terry Bradshaw and Copycat not letting them out of their sights. They follow them to the shoreline when they hear screaming and they see people running from the ocean and see something under the water.

Kono: There is the source of their fear.

Niko: It's a monster called a Great White Shark.

He sees Kono run into the ocean roaring a battle cry.

Commandrix: What is Kono doing?

Niko: Kono saw an apex predator in this body of water and is going to fight it.

Commandrix: Just our luck, the champion, Copycat, is here.

Niko: I'll do what I can to acquire the championship no matter who pins the champion.

Commendrix: Hurry.

Niko storms towards Bradshaw and Copycat and double clotheslines them both. Kono is wresting in the ocean with the shark and enjoying every moment of the battle as he struggles to keep his grip on the shark. Meanwhile, Niko drops down on top of Copycat for the pin.

ONE!

TWO!

NO!

Bradshaw pushes Niko off of Copycat and starts soaking him with a super soaker.

Bradshaw: SEE? This is what you GET when you mess with COPYCAT!

Bradshaw drags Copycat up to his feet.

Bradshaw: QUICK. Get up! We can steal those jet skis and make it to my yacht, nobody can reach us there.

Copycat: But Mr. Bradshaw, that's stealing.

Bradshaw: It's not stealing, just borrowing!

Copycat: But you just said...

Bradshaw: I KNOW WHAT I JUST SAID, NOW HURRY UP.

Bradshaw drags Copycat towards some nearby jet skis, abandoned after the shark commotion. They hop on and speed off towards the Bradshaw Yacht.

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Jessie Love: The following match is scheduled for one fall..
Ring Crew: ONE FALL!
Jessie Love: And is a tag team match.

The intro riff of Flying High Again by Ozzy tips through the speakers.

The Awesome Bastards Logo, half rat skull, half heart fills up the AWFTron.

“Oh No. Here We Go Now"

Rat Bastard and Steve Awesome come strutting out into the stage. Rat has a beer in his hand and is trash talking the trainees and ring crew on his side. Steve is crotch chopping and showing off his abs to taunt the arena.

“Momma's gonna worry
I been a bad bad boy
No use sayin' sorry
It's something that I enjoy”

Rat insults a fan and threatens to slap them before gulping some beer and getting into the ring. Steve flirts with one of the female crew, who looks disgusted with him before sliding into the ring.

Jessie Love: Introducing the first team, weighing in tonight at a combined weight of five hundred and twenty-three pounds, Rat Bastard, Steve Awesome, THE AWESOME BASTARDS!

"If you could be inside my head
You'd see that black and white is red
Flying high again
Flying high again"

Both men hit their entrance poses in the ring as pyro sprays from the turnbuckle. Steve provocatively strips down to his ring gear and Rat chugs the rest of his beer. The Awesome Bastards Wait for their opponents.

Green and gold spotlights begin to circle around the arena. The familiar voice of Michael Douglas as Gordon Gekko from Wall Street sounds out around the arena..

“The point is, ladies and gentlemen, is that greed, for a lack of a better word, is good.”

The harsh beat to the intro of “NWO” by Ministry is joined swifty by the electronic siren sound. The Tron is filled with images relating to the stock market. Chrid Card and Cross Recoba walk out of the entrance gate, a confident, almost cocky grin forming on both of their faces.

“I'm in love without the tears of regret
Open fire 'cause I love it to death
Sky high with a heartache of stone
You'll never see me 'cause I'm always alone “

Jessie Love: And their opponents, they weigh in at a combined weight of four hundred and fifty and one half pounds, Chris Card, Cross Recoba, HIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIGH FFIIIIIIIIIIIIINAAAAAAAAANCE

High Finance walk down to the ring, soaking up the Summer atmosphere of the beach area. Both men slide under the bottom rope and climb to adjacent turnbuckles, standing on the second rope, smiling crocodile smiles and rubbing their thumbs across the inside of their fingers as if flipping notes off a stack they’re holding.

Taylor: So how do you see this one going?
Romano: I'm going to be straight with you, Taylor. I have no idea. I'm just glad not to be refereeing this one because trying to keep this anywhere near wh

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Tag Team Match
High Finance vs. The Awesome Bastards

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The four men walk to the center of the ring, despite the referee protesting that this match cannot get underway without it being reduced to two active participants. Rat and Awesome open up with a strike, Rat with a brawling punch to Card, Awesome kicking Cross in the chest. Card shakes his head and backs up a half step, Cross sucks it up and High Finance hit stereo roundhouse kicks to their opponents' chests. High Finance follow it up quickly with STEREO EYE RAKES! BUT THE AWESOME BASTARDS DUCK THEM AND HIT STEREO LOW BLOWS! AND HIGH FINANCE COUNTERS THOSE INTO STEREO STEPOVER ARMBREAKERS! FINALLY the referee takes control and orders this match to go two in the ring and Cross and Ratty slope off to their corners, and the bell rings.

Taylor: Both teams try to cheat straight away!
Romano: If its before the bell, it ain't cheating. And these guys know it.

Card and Awesome stand and engage in a double knuckle lock. The Awesome one steps through and switches to a top wristlock. Card slips under and reverses the pressure on the hold. Le Champion des Champions adds an extra twist, ramping up the pressure but Awesome is a hell of an acrobat and does a standing flip to turn the hold over again. Pressing down onto Card, Awesome forces the former Prestige Champion down towards a kneeling position. Card, however, pivots his body away from the pressure and sweeps Awesome's legs out from under him with this trailing foot. Card goes for a quick pin..

ONE!

Barely more than a one count before Awesome kicks out and Awesome and Card retreat to their own corners and tag out.

Taylor: Cagey start from Awesome and Card there.
Romano: You can't blow all your best moves straight out of the gate. Both these guys know it.

Carefully closing distance, Cross throws a vicious kick towards Rat Bastard but the savvy veteran slides backwards on the balls of his feet and makes Cross whiff. Rat grabs Cross' exposed back and lifts him up, flipping Cross over with a back suplex. Cross, however, has a surprising amount of athleticism and backflips out, landing on his feet. Rat turns into a rolling clothesline but Cross does the splits to drop out of reach. Rat turns, slowly enough for Cross to get to his feet. The Man Worth A Thousand Bullets grabs Rat's wrist as Ratty throws a loose overhand right and Cross whips Rat towards the ropes. Rat blunders back off them as Cross fires off another stiff kick but Rat, being the larger, more muscular man sucks up the blow as if it were nothing. Cross takes a better strategy and tags himself out.

Taylor: High Finance, looking to keep tagging, always leaving one man fresh.
Romano: You can dispute a lot about their methods, but they're always effective.
Taylor: This is their first match here, how do you know Cassius?
Taylor: Chris Card isn't the only guy to watch a lot of tape.

Now it's back to Card and Awesome again in the ring. Awesome looks imperious, obviously not thinking that Card is on his level (or anyone else for that matter.) Card slides in closer, carefully positioning himself to deliver one of his vicious side kicks. Awesome catches the leg and spins Card's body away. A stiff push in the back creates a little space and Awesome grabs for one of Card's arms and twists it into a hammerlock. The Real Man's Wrestler uses his technical advantage and switches up the hammerlock into one of his own, reaching round Awesome's neck, looking for the Cardiac Arrest. Awesome feels the arm go up and pushes Card HARD in the back, sending the Canadian veteran off towards the ropes adjacent to the Awesome Bastards' corner. Card turns back to the ropes, looking to catch Awesome on his way in but Rat blasts him in the back with an elbow and Awesome rushes in with a DDT, dropping Card to the mat before tagging out.

Taylor: A quick switch up from the Awesome Bastards there.
Romano: The big problem that any team as reliant on tactics as High Finance is going to face is that Ratty and Awesome know all the standard tricks.

Rat steps into the ring, grabbing Card immediately by the wrist and bending Card's upper body backwards. Rat clubs down on Card's chest with some stiff punches. Rat twists Card's arm behind the Canadian's back as he drags him into a waistlock. Rat falls backwards with a wristlock belly to belly, still holding the arm and drapes his leg over the bottom rope, allowing Steve Awesome to tag himself back in on the draped leg. Steve and Ratty swap control of the wristlock and The Face of the Franchise combines twisting at Card's wrist with a spin on Card's back, keeping control AND showing off at the same time. Awesome leans over and tags out again.

Taylor: The Awesome Bastards keeping control of Chris Card here.
Romano: Isolate, dominate, eliminate. How you win tag matches.

Back to Rat in the ring and with Chris Card that close to the corner, Rat finally lets Awesome let free of the arm hold before lifting Card up and dropping the Maritime Mat Master across the top rope before using the momentum to drop Card back into a suplex. Rat floats over to cover..

ONE!

TWO!

TH.. Card kicks out.

Rat tags in Awesome and the pair close in on Card. A punch from Rat and a kick from Awesome cause the Canadian to bend forwards. Rat and Awesome hook up Card for a double suplex as Card, breathily, calls something to Cross' attention.

Card: Tuscaloosa 18.

Cross instantly steps through the ring ropes and the referee goes over to get The Box Office to leave the ring again. The Awesome Bastards begin to lift Card up... and Card counters by dropping to his knees... AND BLASTING BOTH THE AWESOME BASTARDS AT ONCE WITH A DOUBLE LOW BLOW! Cross steps out of the ring as Card rolls back to his corner and tags out, shaking the feeling back into his forearm as Cross enters the match.

Taylor: Is Chris Card playing wrestling quarterback?
Romano: I wouldn't put it past him. But then I wouldn't put anything past Chris Card.

Now we have Cross and Rat in the ring and it's the speedy Sicilian who strikes first. Cross goes for a roundhouse to the ribs, then a second, then a spinning sole butt to the chest that sends Rat rocking a few steps backwards. Awesome leans across to blind tag himself in but Cross is sharp to that and grabs a flailing arm of Rat to stop it. Cross rushes past Rat at high speed and The Man Worth A Thousand Bullets grabs Ratty by the back of the head and drives his face down into the mat. Cross covers...

ONE!

TWO!

THR.. Awesome sharply comes in to break it up.

Taylor: Rat Bastard saved there by Awesome's sharp thinking.
Romano: Cats have nine lives but Rats with extra help have more.

Cross seems wise to this and whips Rat towards the High Finance corner. He rushes in to capitalise quickly and hits a sharp rising knee into Rat's face. Rat staggers out of the corner and Cross tags out, letting Card back into the match. Card stands in the corner as Cross clutches Rat's head in a 3/4 facelock, before leaping backwards, Card flicking his legs as Cross jumps for a little extra momentum, before landing in a seated position and driving Rat's head into the mat with an Inverted DDT.

Taylor: ASSISTED SICILIAN TYPEWRITER!

Cross and Card stand either side of the down Rat and unleash a BARRAGE of roundhouse kicks to their opponents chest as he sits up, ending with a huge stereo roundhouse kick to both sides of his ribcage!

Taylor: STOCK MARKET CRASH!

Steve Awesome enters the ring to stop this madness as the second the referee's back is turned, High Finance high five and Card sneaks out of the ring as Cross covers...

ONE!

TWO!

THR... Rat kicks out.

Taylor: Hey! Wait! Isn't Card the legal man?
Romano: If the referee thinks it's a tag, it's a tag.

Cross closes back in on Rat jumping into the air and extending his legs into a dropkick so beautiful that Leonardo DaVinci himself could not do it credit. Rat slumps against the turnbuckle and, having had a modicum of rest, Cross tags Card back in. Card instantly fires a fierce shotei into Rat's ribs, then a back elbow, then a knee, then a kick.

Romano: Muay Thai, the way of eight limbs.
Taylor: Yuo know your martial arts, Cassius.
Romano: I always preferred just punching people.

Card tags out again and Cross steps into the ring once more. Card snapmares Rat out of the corner and Cross hit the far ropes at pace, hitting a stiff kick to Rat's stomach...

Taylor: PEEEEE KAAAAAY!

Cross drops to cover...

ONE!

TWO!

THR... Awesome rushes in and saves Rat again. Cross turns to Awesome, looking to take him out with a swift kick to the head but Awesome ducks, uses the momentum of the duck to spring forwards off his hands and headscissors Cross flying across the ring! Awesome grabs Rat by the wrist and drags him back into friendly territory, tagging himself in on Rat's limp palm. Cross comes to and stands, tagging Card in. Awesome leaps into the ring and charges, hitting Cross with a leaping leg lariat. Card turns to Awesome but he's not fully through the ropes and Awesome hits a knee right to his face, bouncing up the ropes to give him the height to easily hit it. Turning back to Cross, Awesome rushes him and leaps into a forearm that sends Recoba flying before turning back to Card, slumped in the corner and rushes in hitting a MASSIVE LEAPING SPLASH!

Taylor: AWESOME ES UNA CASA DE FUEGO!

Awesome goes for Cross again, grabbing Cross' arm and locking his other arm around the face as he bends The Box Office round into a Crossface Chickenwing BEFORE DROPPING CROSS ON HIS HEAD WITH THE CFC SUPLEX! Steve Awesome covers, but the referee informs him that Card is the legal man and Awesome stand and draws a bead on Card, slumped in the corner. Awesome points at Card who looks completely out of it, throws a couple of crotch chops and charges in, looking to land crotch first on Card's chest...

Taylor: AWESOME BUSTER!

Awesome rushes in, leaps.. AND CARD PULLS THE AEROSOL EQUALIZER ON HIM AND GIVES HIM A FACE FULL OF THE PEPPER SPRAY.

Taylor: HEY! YOU CAN'T DO THAT!
Romano: Note one, could the referee see it, given that Awesome was blocking the referee's view with his body?
Taylor: No.
Romano: Note two, if the referee didn't see it, is it illegal?

Awesome wheels away in pain as Rat Bastard jumps up onto the ring apron to being remonstrating with the referee, swearing at the top of his lungs about how inadequate a job he's doing. Unfortunately for Rat, this gives Cross Recoba enough time to recover and he leaps into the air with ANOTHER ABSOLUTELY PICTURE PERFECT DROPKICK! RAT IS BLASTED OFF THE APRON AND DOWN TO THE FLOOR! Card grabs the struggling Steve Awesome by the hair and reaches an arm around Awesome's throat and steps a foot behind Awesome's thigh. Ever alert, Cross immediately gets in position and places his head under The Face of the Franchise's far arm and steps behind the other leg while wrapping his arm around Awesome's waist. AS ONE, CROSS FLIPS FORWARDS AND CARD FALLS FORWARDS, TRIPPING AWESOME UP AND DRIVING THE BACK OF HIS HEAD HIS HEAD DOWN HARD INTO THE CANVAS!

Taylor: THE HOSTILE TAKEOVER! AITCH! TEE! OH!

Cross gets up to play defense, barring Rat's entry into the ring as Chris Card covers Steve Awesome...

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

Jessie Love: The winners of this match, HIIIIIIIIIIIIIIGH FIIIIIIIIIIIINAAAAAAAAAAAANCE!

---

In the makeshift locker room (which is really just a beach shower bathroom that has been blocked off), Neo James Carner is looking in a dirty, sandy mirror, just catching a glimpse of his brand new XHF Phoenix Title around his shoulder. He wears a cocky smirk on his face, having taken down Aiden Merric. Just then, another championship belt comes into view and Seth Dillinger walks into frame.

Seth: Yo. Killer job out there dude.

NJC turns to see the Prestige Champion standing there, Hawaiian shirt open, wearing a flashy grin.

Neo: Oh man... thanks, dude.

Seth extends a hand for one of those cool handshakes, and Neo matches him without missing a beat.

Seth: It's fantastic to see a chill dude like yourself holding a title. We need more of those around here.

Neo chuckles.

Neo: Thanks, man. It really does mean a lot.

Seth waves it off.

Seth: Ahhh, no big deal. I was hoping you'd take down that lunatic. Now, if only Bloodied Fox can take down Tommy Strychnine, and I think we'll see three championships around the waists of cool bros by the end of the night.

Neo cocks his head, puzzled.

Neo: You're pulling for Fox? That guy hates your guts.

Seth: Ehh... it's complicated. Still love the guy, even if he's being a little bitch about things right now.

Seth shrugs.

Seth: Whatever. Water under the bridge.

Neo: Cool. Cool. Hey, good luck out there tonight yourself?

Seth nods politely and turns to leave. He stops, and calls back towards NJC.

Seth: Hey actually... once I'm done with Draven, wanna hit up a tiki bar or something? I know, I know, social distancing and all that, but come on, we're on an isolated island with very little public on it. I think it'd be safe for us to sneak a cocktail or two, don't you?

Neo smiles at Seth.

Neo: Yeah, sure! I'd like that. You buying?

Seth winks at NJC.

Seth: I believe it's proper etiquette for the oldest champion to buy the newest champ a round or two to say welcome to the club. I'll hit you up after my match.

NJC nods and Seth leaves the locker room.

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Jessie Love: This triple threat match for the United States championship is scheduled for one fall...



As the word “Firecracker” appears on the large screen, red and green laser lights spin around the arena as Lzzy Hale begins to sing the opening to the song. Then the word fades and is replaced by the name “Dakota” as the redhead makes her way out to the stage area, a look of sheer scorn etched across her beautiful features. She looks out around the crowd and turns her nose up at them before making her way down the aisle.

Jessie Love: Introducing first! Making her way to the ring, she hails from Scottsdale, Arizona.....She is the Firecracker, DAKOOOTTTAAA JJEEENNNIINNGGSSSS!!!

Taylor: Here she is!
Romano: The possible first woman in AWF history to win the United States Championship. To be honest? I think she’s my pick to win this match, she seems to have that ferocity.
Taylor: I can understand why! She’s been on a roll so far here. I wouldn’t be surprised if she leaves with the gold.

Reaching the ring, she confidently strides up the steps before stepping under the second rope before climbing up one of the turnbuckles, flipping the bird to the fans as they boo and jeer in earnest.



The arena lights pulse red as 'Riot' starts up. Bloodied Fox steps through the curtain, a look of determination on his face. He salutes the crowd and then heads to the ring, fist-bumping with some front row fans before sliding in.

Jessie Love: SECOND! From Reading, Berkshire, England.. Standing at five feet nine inches, weighing one-hundred and ninety-five pounds. He is the PSYCHO SCAVENGER, BLOOODIED FOOOXXXXX!

Taylor: I believe this is the fan-favorite, Cassius!
Romano: Ever since the split of LGBTKO, Fox has had the spotlight which he deserves. An amazing competitor who’s getting his first chance in a while at a singles championship.
Taylor: I think he has a great shot, this is a man who survived a war with Kuroi after all. He’s said he wants to win this title to help become a symbol and push for a better America, which in times like this, is what’s definitely needed. He undoubtedly has passion for this match.
Romano: That is true, he definitely has heart AND skill. But does he have it more than the other two in this match?



The lights go down and the sound of people cheering starts to play. Spotlights come up in pairs, focused on the stage until Stagefright starts to play as fog covers the stage and strobing purple lights play along with the song. Slowly a platform rises from the center of the stage, revealing a figure in an elaborate velvet robe, with "Tommy Strychnine" signed on the back in flickering LEDs. Tommy spins around when the lyrics start and shrugs off the robe, lip-synching along to the song and imitating playing guitar as he makes his way down the ramp, stopping to take selfies and give high fives to fans along the way. When he gets to the ring, he poses on the turnbuckle with his guitar, pretending to play along with the song, before handing off the guitar to the ring crew and doing a flip off the turnbuckle into a powerslide as pyro goes off from the corners of the ring.

Jessie Love: Rockin’ all the way down from New Orleans, Louisiana- Standing at five foot ten, weighing one-hundred and seventy-five pounds! He is the AWF UNITED STATES CHAMPION, TOMMY STRYCHNINEEEEEEEEEEEEE!

Taylor: Of course, we can’t forget about the US Champion, himself!
Romano: After having what could arguably be considered the match of the night at Clash of the Icons, he beat Vincent Draven for that championship AND beat Jennings in a non-title match.
Taylor: Though he did lose to Steve Awesome recently, do you think that has affected his mental state going into this match?
Romano: He can worry about Awesome later, right now he has to worry about these two hungry competitors. Jennings had recently pointed the United States title seems to be cursed- that no champion in a long while has been able to survive their first title defense. We’ll see if Strychnine can break that curse tonight!

The three competitors walk into the middle of the ring, as if it’s a Mexican standoff for a few moments. The referee cautiously separates them. Strychnine hands the United States championship to the referee who then shows it to both Jennings and Fox before holding it in the air! He hands it to the timekeeper area. The referee talks to the three, reminding of the rules in a triple threat. The bell then rings.

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AWF United States Title Match
Triple-Threat
Tommy Strychnine (C) vs. Dakota Jennings vs. Bloodied Fox

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Strychnine eyes both Jennings and Fox, as they eye each other… then him. The three begin circling each other carefully before Jennings HITS FOX WITH A SPINNING HEEL KICK, SENDING HIM DOWN! Before Strychnine can react, Jennings KICKS him in the stomach and pulls him down with a snapmare!

Taylor: WOAH!
Romano: Is Fox awake?! He might be knocked out- That landed clean to the side of his head!

Jennings runs to the ropes and rebounds off them- Strychnine rolls out of the way! He quickly goes behind her and pulls her down with a SCHOOLBOY! The referee drops down for the count!

O- KICKOUT!

Taylor: Didn’t even get a one count!
Romano: Way too early to be trying for a surprise pinfall.

Jennings gets up, slightly disoriented before Strychnine STAGGERS HER with a European Uppercut! She falls back into the corner, holding her jaw! Strychnine gets an idea- about to go for his cannonball senton as he runs to the opposite corner- then turns around like a steaming bull in Jennings’ direction- DROPKICK FROM FOX THAT HITS STRYCHNINE LIKE A TRAIN!

Taylor: FOX WITH A BEAUTIFUL, TEXTBOOK DROPKICK!
Romano: Caught the champion off guard, smart!

Fox turns to Jennings with a glare, rubbing the side of his head from that spinning heel kick from earlier. Jennings gets up and stares back- They run toward each other and begin trading SHOOT KICKS to each other’s torso! A STIFF one from Fox that forces Jennings to stumble back, but she counters with one that WINDS Fox! Fox again but Jennings stays standing and catches him off guard with a SWEEP KICK! Fox falls!

Taylor: Quick thinking by the Firecracker!

Jennings turns around to see STRYCHNINE GOING FOR A CLOTHESLINE- She ducks, springboards off the ropes- turns around with a DROPKICK to Strychnine that levels him again!

Taylor: CROSS-DIMENSIONAL TRAVEL! Adopted from her partner in crime, Cross Recoba!
Romano: Strychnine has been eating a few dropkicks, hasn’t he?

Fox gets up and looks down at Strychnine, so does Jennings. The Witcher of the Fox School and the Firecracker seem to be on the same page as both lift Strychnine- they Irish whip him to the ropes- he rebounds- STEREO STEP-UP ENZUIGIRIS AND STRYCHNINE FALLS, BUT HE ROLLS OUT TO THE APRON!

Taylor: DOUBLE ENZUIGIRI TO THE ROCKER!
Romano: He’s hurt bad but rolled out, smart!

Fox looks like he’s about to go after Strychnine- BUT JENNINGS GOES FOR A SUPERKICK- FOX SEES IT OUT OF THE CORNER OF HIS EYE AND DODGES! HE GOES BEHIND HER, GOING FOR A RIPCORD- SHE ELBOWS HIM MULTIPLE TIMES IN THE FACE! Fox stumbles back, BUT SUDDENLY GETS HER IN A FULL NELSON AND SNAPS BACKWARD- DROPPING HER ON HER NECK WITH A BRIDGING DRAGON SUPLEX!

Taylor: FOX TRAP SUPLEX!
Romano: HE SPIKED HER!

ONE!

TW- KICKOUT!

Taylor: Barely a two count!

Fox gets up and lifts her for a few KAWADA KICKS TO THE FOREHEAD! He lands one last STIFF one and she falls back to the mat! Fox turns back to Strychni- STRYCHNINE SPRINGBOARDS IN THE RING WITH A KNEE, FOX BARELY MAKES IT OUT OF THE WAY AS STRYCHNINE ROLLS THROUGH FOR AN EASY LANDING!

Taylor: ALMOST GOT HIM WITH KISS ME DEADLY!
Romano: Fox almost seems as if he has eyes in the back of his head!

As Fox goes forward to him- Strychnine HITS HIM WITH A PELE! Fox falls back to the mat! Strychnine lifts him with a RELEASE GERMAN SUPLEX and Fox has to roll out of the ring! Jennings holds her head as she gets up, using the ropes as support. Strychnine runs toward her and catches her with a SUNSET FLIP- NO, JENNINGS ROLLS THROUGH WITH A PENALTY KICK- NO STRYCHNINE FALLS TO THE MATCH AND DODGES! BUT JENNINGS CATCHES HIM ANYWAYS WITH A PICTURE PERFECT STANDING MOONSAULT!

Taylor: MOONSAULT!

ONE!

TW- KICKOUT!

As she gets to her knees, Fox repays the kick she gave him earlier with a QUESTION MARK KICK TO THE SIDE OF THE CHEEK! NOW HE GOES FOR A PIN ON HER!

Taylor: QUESTION MARK KICK!
Romano: A move originated from MMA, that’s gotta sting for Jennings!

ONE!- KICKOUT! Jennings practically THROWS Fox off of her! Fox lifts her up in another ripcord- SPINS HER AROUND BUT SHE COUNTERS WITH HER OWN CUTTER! DKO MARK ONE!

Taylor: DEEEEEE KAAYYY OOOO!
Romano: SHE NEEDS TO GO FOR THE PIN!

FOX IS LAID OUT! SHE GOES FOR A PIN!

ONE!

TWO!

THR- STRYCHNINE CLIMBED TO THE TOP TURNBUCKLE WHILE NEITHER WERE PAYING ATTENTION! HE DIVES OFF ONTO THEM BOTH WITH A COFFIN DROP!

Taylor: WHAT?! STAGE DIVEEEE!
Romano: NEITHER WERE PAYING ATTENTION TO THE CHAMPION AND HE MADE THEM PAY!

Strychnine gets up, rolling out of the ring towards the apron. Seemingly going for A TABLE THAT HE SETS UP ON THE OUTSIDE!

Taylor: What is he doing?!
Romano: There’s no disqualifications in a triple threat, Taylor! He’s using that to his advantage!

Strychnine gets back into the ring and walks over to Jennings, lifting her up- HE ATTEMPTS TO BACK BODY DROP HER OVER THEM INTO THE TABLE! But she holds onto the top rope and kicks him in the face! Strychnine holds his nose and stumbles back, letting her go. But as she sprints forward- HE SPITS A MOUTHFUL OF WHISKEY IN HER FACE!

Taylor: WHAT THE HELL?! WHEN DID HE EVEN HAVE TIME TO DRINK IT?!
Romano: BETTER QUESTION, WHERE’S THE BOTTLE?!

Strychnine smiles towards the cameras as he shows the whiskey bottle that he hid in his pants. As Jennings goes to the ropes for leverage wiping at her eyes, he raises the bottle- thinking about smashing it over her head- but has a better idea. He rebounds off of the opposite side. TIGER FEINT KICK TO JENNINGS AND SHE FALLS BACKS!

Taylor: STRYCH-ONE-NINE, THE SETUP FOR KISS ME DEADLY!

STRYCHNINE JUMPS UP TO THE TOP ROPE BUT FOX LEAPS UP, SUPERMAN PALM STRIKE TO STRYCHNINE AND FLIES OFF THE ROPE AND RIGHT STRAIGHT THROUGH THE TABLE THAT HE HAD SET UP!

Taylor: BOOM, HEADSHOT AND STRYCHNINE JUST CAME CRASHING DOWN!
Romano: JESUS, HE MIGHT’VE BROKE SOMETHING FROM THAT FALL!

Fox’s eyes are widened at the destruction he just caused, adrenaline pumping. He turns to Jennings to lift her up, however she KICKS HIS KNEE OUT FROM UNDER HIM AND BACKS UP! RUNS IN WITH A SHINING WIZARD TO HIS DOMEPIECE!

Taylor: IT CAME FROM SCOTTSDAAAAAKEEE!
Romano: FOX MIGHT BE DONE!

ONE!

TWO!

THRE- NOO, FOX GETS THE SHOULDER UP!

She wastes no time picking up the Vulpine Scumbag’s legs and crossing them into a figure-four, turning him over into a BOSTON CRAB! A TEXAS CLOVERLEAF! FOX YELLS OUT IN PAIN AS HE ATTEMPTS TO REACH OUT FOR THE ROPES, BUT SHE GROUNDS HIM BY SITTING FURTHER DOWN ON HIS BACK!

Taylor: SHE’S GOING TO BREAK HIM IN HALF!
Romano: FOX MIGHT HAVE TO TAP OUT!

Strychnine begins stirring and sees what’s happening! He quickly rolls into the ring and grabs Jennings from behind- lifting her into a TORTURE RACK- THEN SENDS HER HEAD FIRST INTO HIS KNEE!

Taylor: HOLY DRIVER!
Romano: AND STRYCHNINE HAS JUST SAVED THE MATCH FOR HIMSELF!

Strychnine collapses to the mat, breathing heavily but wastes no time picking her up and ROLLING HER OVER INTO AN GANNOSUKE CLUTCH!

Taylor: POISON PIN! POISON PIN!
Romano: THIS MIGHT BE IT!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE- FOX BREAKS IT UP AT THE LAST SECOND! HE GRABS STRYCHNINE FOR A SUPLEX- BUT STRYCHNINE COUNTERS WITH A CLOSED FIST TO THE STOMACH! STRYCHNINE THEN ROCKS HIM WITH AN ELBOW STRIKE AND FOX IS OUT ON HIS FEET! STRYCHNINE GOES BACK TO REBOUND OFF THE ROPES, BUT FOX WAS PLAYING POSSUM! THE PSYCHO SCAVENGER LEAPS AND CATCHES STRYCHNINE INTO A HEADSCIRSSORS, FLIPS HIM OVER- EXSQUITE REDDDD!

Taylor: EXQUISITE RED! THAT HAS TO BE IT!
Romano: HE GOT HIM!

Fox tiredly hooks the leg…!

ONE!

Jennings begins to stir and sees what’s happening!

TWO!

She crawls weakly toward them!

THREE!

Taylor: HE’S WON! HE’S WON THE CHAMPIONSHIP!

BUT SHE’S TOO LATE! THE BELL RINGS!

Fox sits up with amazement! He can’t believe it as the referee helps him up and raises his arm!

Jessie Love: AND NEW UNITED STATES CHAMPION… BLOODIED FOXXXXXXXX!

Taylor: And just like that, Fox has won the United States title!
Romano: But the curse of the US Championship continues!

Jennings rolls out of the ring with anger in her eyes. Heading back up the entrance ramp with smoke coming out of her ears.

Romano: But you have to admit, Jennings nearly had Fox’s number multiple times in that match! If Strychnine wasn’t in it, who’s to say we’d have the same result?
Taylor: Interesting point, Romano. All three competitors have given it all they’ve got.

Fox is handed the US Championship. He falls onto his knees, staring down at the glistening silver main plate. He then raises it high in the air with a joyful smile on his face.

---

Tarrasque and Marcus Anderson can be seen wandering the backstage. They walk into the room with the craft services and Tarrasque begins to drool at the spread being offered.

Tarrasque: Maybe we eat first. Good idea?

Marcus Anderson looks around the room for someone wearing a badge to show that they might be involved. When no one materializes, he just shrugs.

Anderson: I don't know if you should be eating that food, man. I mean, you didn't get booked in this show.

Tarrasque licks his lips, looking hungrily at the food spread out before him. He thinks quick on his feet.

Tarrasque: Me going for Clock championship. Me can eat!

Marcus raises an eyebrow when he looks at Tarrasque, but this quickly turns into a triumphant grin.

Anderson: I like that. I mean they did say that we could go for the Around the Clock championship if we wanted to. So, eat up, beast!

Tarrasque piles a plate high with food and walks over to one of the picnic tables supplied just for such an occasion. He begins eating. Marcus, for his part, looks to one of the security guards that walk through the room.

The guard tries to get through without so much as a "How do you do" glance, but is stopped by Marcus.

Anderson: Sir? would you perchance know how one gets into the Twenty-four/Seven match for the championship?

The guard gives Marcus a once over before shaking his head.

Guard: Do I look like someone who watches the basement gate to see if someone comes through? Get a fucking life, man.

Marcus shakes his head.

Anderson: What? What does the basement gate have anything to do with the Twenty-four/Seven championship? Where is the guy? Do I greet him before kicking his ass? Do I have to meet with someone to get on the list of people challenging for the title and get accepted? I mean Tarrasque won the same sort of title in GCW.

The security guard stares at Marcus. Kind of like you would stare at someone who's grown a second head kind of stare?

Guard: Do you even know what you're doing? You have to be a wrestler in order to get at the 24/7 championship! In fact? Put that food back!

Marcus cocks his head at the security guard. Is he serious? Is this going to start a fight?

Guard: You know you could have gone to my station before the show and I would have been happy to tell you, but now? Now, I'm busy. Move it along now.

Marcus Anderson walks over to where Tarrasque is eating and begins pacing next top the table while watching for people who come to get food.

Anderson: Road agent, trainer, referee. Think maybe the ref would know what to do, yeah? C'mon, man. You got to ask.

Tarrasque, whose mouth is full to the brim of roast beef sandwich, tries to answer, but nothing intelligible comes out. Marcus just rolls his eyes.

Anderson: Leave the food here. We'll get back to it. You are the one who was interested in the 'round the clock championship in the first place! I don't hold titles around here. You would.

Tarrasque grumbles, but finishes the mondo bite of sandwich before getting up. He walks over to the referee with Marcus.

Anderson: Hey, man. Tarrasque has a question for you.

Tarrasque frowns, but tries to speak.

Tarrasque: Me want do...do. Me want around the plate championship.

The referee looks at Tarrasque like he's totally nuts, but looking back and forth between him and Marcus something clicks.

Ref: Oh the ATC championship! All you have to do is find and defeat the current champion. Easy peasy.

Anderson: Oh great. Have you seen the champion?

Just then a loud sound can be heard from down the hallway. Someone screaming "BEASTIE!"

Anderson: What the heck?

The door to the room bursts open and Aiden Merric comes into the room. His eyes scan for Tarrasque and he launches himself at the beast, taking him down with a tackle.

Aiden is mounted on Tarrasque, raining down upon him with punches.

Aiden: I will bring you down, monster!

Anderson: Is he the champion? I mean, the ATC champion. Is he?

Ref: Nope.

Anderson: Well, heck. Tarrasque! That's not the champion!

Tarrasque kicks Aiden Merric away from him and stands up. The two exchange a few punches before Tarrasque grabs Aiden by the shoulders and headbutts him so hard that Aiden drops to one knee.

Anderson: Tarrasque! Quit fighting! He's not the champion!

Tarrasque stands back, but Aiden springs up. He hits a double ear clap and his own headbutt.

Security start pouring into the room to separate the two from one another. Tarrasque and Aiden Merric struggle to break free so that they can go back to fighting.

Tarrasque: Him want fight! Me fight!

Aiden: You'll be the biggest prize on my wall!

Anderson: Tarrasque. He's not the champion we've been looking for.

Marcus looks out to see Terry Bradshaw and Copycat have arrived at the Bradshaw Yacht and are climbing aboard.

Anderson: I see the champion now, Tarrasque! Let's go!

With a roar, Tarrasque breaks free of the security guards. Stunned by his strength, the other guards release Aiden Merric.

Tarrasque grabs Aiden, pulls him in with a growl.

Tarrasque: Another day!

Tarrasque hurls Aiden into a nearby wall, sending him through it. Tarrasque and Marcus Anderson leave the area to head toward the yacht while the security guards check on the downed Aiden.

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Jessie Love: The following contest is set for one fall and is your main event of the evening for the AWF Prestige Championship

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 sand on the beach 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.

Jessie Love: Introducing first, from Parts Unknown and weighing in tonight 203lbs... VINCENT DRAAAAAVENNNNN!!!

Imitation, a fabrication
A pretty fake, but counterfeit
An empty carcass behind the artist
Is there a trait of innocence?

Draven moves to his corner, kneeling down as he holds onto the middle rope with one hand. He slowly takes in his surroundings- before standing back up, slowly, ready for the fight.

Taylor: I have a feeling tonight is Vincent Draven’s night, he’s been showered in the spotlight and with good reason. He’s one of the best newcomers to the XHF right now and I don’t think anyone can come as good as he can. The last ever AXW Undisputed Champion… but can he be the first to ever transition from that championship to the AWF Prestige Championship?



"Timebomb" by Beck blasts into the beach and all the lights change to a cool shade of neon blue. Seth Dillinger struts out to the top of the ramp wearing sunglasses, jeans, and a button-down shirt with the top two buttons undone, showing off just a bit of his pecs. After the countdown timer hits zero, Seth starts to stroll down to the ring, smirking at the ring crew and soaking up their applause. When he reaches the bottom of the ramp, he rolls into the ring under the bottom rope, then paces around to each side of the ring, smiling at the ring crew.

Jessie Love: And his opponent... From Philly and weighing in tonight at 215lbs... he is the AWF Prestige Champion... SEEEEETTTTTHHHHHH DILLLLLINNNNNGERRRRRR!!!!

Romano: Well, he’s got a tough challenge on his hands. The AWF Prestige Champion, Seth Dillinger, the longest reigning champion in AWF right now. He’s beaten one, he’s beaten them all, he’ll topple them off their podiums to make sure he stands tall at the end of the night but what will it be like going against a Vampire? Looks like we’ll have to find out now!

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AWF Prestige Title Match
Seth Dillinger (C) vs. Vincent Draven

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The match begins with both Dillinger and Draven staring down one another, Dillinger with a devious smirk and Draven with that fanged smile on his face. Dillinger begins to circulate the ring, as does Draven to make sure Dillinger doesn’t get the upper hand so quick early on. Dillinger goes for the Oblique Kick to the leg of Draven but he moves out of the way from the kick and swings wildly with his own, aiming for the head but Dillinger ducks out of the way of Draven’s leg. Dillinger swings his leg up high but Draven ducks it but he takes notice of the sweeping kick from below and leaps over the leg, Draven with the Axe Kick but Dillinger falls back into retreat. Draven watches Dillinger crawl away, again showing that fanged cocky smile on his face as he backs himself into the corner.

Taylor: Draven’s getting in the head of the champion early on, this is amazing to see right here!
Romano: Just looking at Dillinger and you can tell he did not like that play one bit, he’d rather take control of the mind games and play them into his favor.

Draven watches Dillinger rise to his feet in the opposite corner and gestures for Dillinger to bring it on, he does with a charging Tornado Kick to the challenger, ducked by The Prince of Darkness and the champion is caught with a leaping Thrust Kick to the back of his head! Dillinger is down to his hands and knees, Draven rises to his feet and already comes in with a leap and a spin to connect the Corkscrew Grounded Kick to the back of Dillinger. The champion rolls out of the ring and is already contemplating on walking out but for the better judgment, he decides to take a breather as the referee begins his count. Draven doesn’t care for the rules as he grabs the ropes and launches himself over with a Slingshot Crossbody to the outside and onto Dillinger!

Romano: Those mind games really came into Draven’s play right there, got him vulnerable enough for a dive to the outside, knocking him off his feet and the environment out there will cost him!
Taylor: If that was the case then he wouldn’t have to, he had him right where he wanted him after that kick to the spine!
Romano: Agree to disagree, Tommy, agree to disagree.

ONE!

TWO!

Draven gets to his feet first and drags Dillinger back up to his, ready to throw him into the ring post but Dillinger fights back and throws him over the railing and right down onto the sand. Dillinger leaps over the railing and down beside Draven, pressing his foot down on the back of Draven’s head as he’s getting buried into the sand, right in his eyes!

THREE!

FOUR!

Dillinger lifts the head of Draven by his hair and out of the sand as he throws him over the railings again, before he leaps over them himself and grabs Draven once again to throw him back first into the railings! Draven falls back down onto his hands and knees as Dillinger rolls back into the ring, getting cocky now as he’s the only one seemingly fresh in the ring.

FIVE!

SIX!

Draven gets his hand onto the ring apron and Dillinger already wants to go back outside to the floor, adding more punishment down onto the challenger. Gabe Valentine gets in front of Dillinger to stop him from doing anything else, Dillinger pushes him away… Draven with sand in his hands! Right in the eyes of Dillinger!

Taylor: POCKET SAND! POCKET SAND!
Romano: Draven with the dirtiest play in the book all night, bah gawd!

Draven rolls into the ring at the referee’s count of seven, he gets back to his feet and he misses a chance to finish very quickly with Draven’s Inferno but the raised arms of Dillinger to protect himself helps as much as it could. A pump kick to the jaw of Dillinger lands! A Bicycle Knee Strike! Draven goes behind Dillinger and grabs the head of the champion, bringing him to his feet to slam him back down with the Saito Suplex! Draven’s looking for the trifecta, grabbing the head again and this time in the Sleeper position… Sleeper Suplex! Now, Draven lifts Dillinger back to his feet once more, the Half and Half Suplex… LANDS! Vamplex, dropping Dillinger on his neck, folds him up like an accordion!

Romano: The UNHOLIEST of Trinities! Draven has the advantage going into what might be the ending!
Taylor: Not this early on! Draven used the pocket sand to his advantage to begin with!

Draven eyes up Dillinger, who’s rising from his kneeled positon and he looks to secure the bag and the championship… DRAVEN’S INFERNO-- Seth ducked it! ...and… he’s rolling out of the ring, he’s gesturing for his championship and he’s beginning to walk out! He’s beginning to walk up to the entrance curtain, turning back around to see the referee on a four count. He’s brushing him off, he doesn’t want to finish this!

Seth Dillinger: Not worth it! Not fucking worth it anymore.

The referee’s count reaches to an eight… and to a nine… and finally to a ten count as the bell is rung.

Seth Dillinger: And Still…

Jessie Love: ...your AWF Prestige Champion, by way of count out, Seth Dillinger.

Dillinger raises his championship up high for everyone to see, as “Timebomb” plays through the beach.

Taylor: ...what the hell was that about?
Romano: Well… he retained by champion’s advantage. No other way of putting it--

Suddenly, the sounds of "Spyderpussy" by PornoSonic begins to play. Seth already knows who’s behind him with the bad news, he turns to find Jackson Steele there with a smile on his face, the same cannot be said with Dillinger.

Jackson Steele: Seth… That is not how we retain championships around here in AWF. We don’t condone such actions and the Prestige Championship deserves much better, which is why Vincent Draven is getting his rematch for the championship very soon.

Dillinger’s eyes widen.

Jackson Steele: And that match will take place at Night of Champions! But because of your antics tonight, I have decided there will be some actions taken into precaution, because your match at Night of Champions against Vincent Draven will be a STEEL CAGE MATCH!

Dillinger’s eyes cannot widen more as they are, pulling at his hair as he hears the news.

Romano: A Steel Cage match at Night of Champions for the title! What an announcement! What a night that could be for Vincent Draven!

Steele shakes his hand in front of Dillinger’s face.

Jackson Steele: And if you decide to leave before that match or before you’re locked inside the cage, I will make sure that championship will not be leaving with you at the end of the night. Capiche?

Steele throws the microphone down and walks back through the curtain. Dillinger is furious, throwing the title into the railings beside him and kicking them down. Draven watches on with a wicked smile on his face, baring his fangs and licking his lips as we cut to our final shot of Dillinger, looking back at Draven, looking nervous at the smile coming from The Vampire Prince.

Taylor: Night of Champions might be STACKED! It’s going to be massive, but can Draven secure real gold on the biggest stage of them all? Tune in on the 26th! We’ll see you at Night of Champions, for Cassius Romano… I’m Tommy Taylor and goodnight AWF fans!

The AWF logo buzzes as the feed ends.

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[Ryan]

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