.::The XHF Network Presents: Night of Champions 11!::.
Jul 26, 2020 7:50:19 GMT -5
Rage (aka NoMercyMaster2001), Venom đ·, and 11 more like this
Post by Mongo the Destroyer on Jul 26, 2020 7:50:19 GMT -5
A Few Hours Ago....
The arena is empty and the ring crew finishes setting up the ring testing the ropes to make sure they are tight. Rage and Fury along with Terminatrix is in the ring leaning on the ropes also testing the rope tension but they are soaking up the silence as if they can hear the ringsiders. They are wearing masks that have their names on them due to the COVID-19.
Rage: Remember the time we were first in this arena.
Fury: It was months asfter we ere unceremoniously fired from the GWF and we continued in the independents and we were wrestling in this promotion that was in San Diego.
Rage: Yeah we were feuding with a team called Diablos and we were in this tag team battle royal and we on the right to go to the tri-promotional event in Mexico.
Fury: The funniest part about that victory is the fact we won with only one member of the team.
Rage: Imagine that.
Fury: Yeah.
Rage: Remember who our opponents are?
Fury: The Diablos.
Rage: We were feuding with them anyway so it was appropriate to continue our war with them.
Fury: We almost beat them except or one thing.
Rage: How did I know piledrivers were illegal in Mexico.
Fury: We read the rule book remember.
Rage: Well it was a great match anyway.
Fury: I give you that.
Terminatrix: Make sure you don't make that same mistake twice.
Rage: It won't happen this time.
Fury: Remember the following year.
Rage: Remember we were wrestling in Mexico.
Fury: Yeah in 2006 we were touring Mexico and day after day and night after night we wrestled and in every match we were greeted and cheered by the ringsiders and they loved every minute of our ring work.
Rage: That's because we were wrestling Los Sadisticos.
Fury: That was a hard hitting brawl but we defeated them and guess where it was.
Rage: Right here in this arena.
Fury: Right here in this arena.
Rage: Remember 2007 when we wrestled here in this arena.
Fury: Yeah we were in singles matches and we squared off against a Japanese wrestlers in submission matches.
Rage: I remember those matches all too well.
Fury: I can still feel the results of those moves.
Terminatrix adjusts her wristband.
Terminatrix: If you still feel the effects of those submission holds from long ago I'll remedy that.
Rage: We were just kidding.
Terminatrix: I'll stand by just in case it actually happens.
Rage: It won't happen.
Terminatrix: It's better to be ready.
Fury: Imagine we were going submission for submission and it was ground combat all the way from the opening bell to the tap out.
Rage: Lucky The Shootfighter taught us about mat wrestling and submission and counters.
Fury: Yeah and we managed to defeat them. Remember the following year when we were touring in Japan and were continuing our battle with those very opponents.
Rage: In 2008 we were exchanging victories in tag team matches while wrestling in the Northwestern states against these same opponents and then in this very same arena we wrestled them in a steel cage tag tam match. Now what was a hard hitting classic that every one remembered.
Fury: Remember 2009 when we resumed our war with Diablos.
Rage: Right where we left off and it felt like it as only yesterday that we last wrestled.
Terminatrix: Impossible. You could not have went back in time to wrestled Diablos.
Rage: It was an expression for remembering an event.
Terminatrix: You could have phrased it more properly.
Rage: You would have tried to correct us again.
Terminatrix: Noted.
Fury: I remember the titles were on the line and we had a shot at them in this arena. We came so close to defeating them again but they managed to defeat us and our feud came to an end.
Rage: Yeah and at least Diablos showed us great respect for giving us a great battle.
Fury: Remember that happened in 2010 Rage.
Rage: Yeah we battled the Brutes in Canada and beat them again for a chance for a tag team title shot.
Fury: We beat them again and continued to feud with them on and off along the west coast and in Mexico where we finally defeated them decisively.
Rage: For a tag title match which had to be cancelled because the champions were injured or so they claimed.
Fury: Yeah as it turned out they weren't totally injured and used their casts to knock you out.
Terminatrix: That injustice should be remedied and I'll eliminate them for the crime.
Rage: Look it's one of the ways wrestlers try to beat their opponents. I'm sure you probably know that if you come from the future.
Terminatrix: You are correct on that point Rage.
Fury: Then in 2011 we wrestled here and we finally got those guys right where we wanted them and we made them pay for their screwing us in Canada.
Rage: We practically dominated them and torn them apart and we finally won ur first tag team championship titles.
Fury: That felt so good and we returned to Canada to defend those championships against them in a rematch.
Rage: We defeated them again but they still didn't like losing to us.
Fury: Which brings us to 2012 and our feud became long running and in that year we suffered a rare loss when they regained the championships.
Rage: Then in 2013 we took place again the tri promotional event and once again we faced Diablos again but we defeated them this time with no technicalities.
Fury: That was a moment we've been waiting for and it happened in this arena.
Rage: Then in 2014 we had a rematch with them and it was as competitive as was our other matches with Diablos.
Fury: Yeah they regained the championship several months later in this arena.
Rage: Now in 2015 we wrestled here again in our next Mexican tour and once again we were the co-main event.
Fury: The lead up to whoever won the tag team championship trophy.
Rage: Imagine our surprise that our two main rivals Diablos and the same Japanese team we battled before competed for the honor and chance to being the best tag team.
Fury: Yeah and the Japanese team won that trophy but we got a chance to wrestle Diablos one more time.
Rage: In this same arena two months later and we regained the championships.
Fury: Then we faced the same Japanese team and it was a tough battle but we finally defeated them.
Rage: By submission we might add and we held those tag titles for several months until 2016.
Fury: Wasn't it that time when your sister competed in the Olympics in Brazil and won two gold medals in separate events.
Rage: Ironic isn't it thatwe couldn't become professional wrestlers but my father allowed her to train and compete as one.
Fury: What an irony that at the same time that year we also held singles championships briefly.
Rage: Then the championships were returned on a technicality.
Fury: Always a technicality and then she won her first championship in 2017.
Rage: Then we encountered Xiaolong in 2018 who was holding that same championship that I wantedbut settled withteaming with him in a six-man match.
Fury: That was ironic sinceour parents teamed up in the CWA as well as in ACE Wrestling World.
Rage: History repeats itself.
Fury: Which brings us to our drought beginning in 2019 which is our longest since the beginning of our careers and then came 2020.
Rage: COVID-19 cost us a chance to break our drought and we were out of work and we returned tour day jobs which turned out to be a bad idea since the schools closed and you were out of a job and I had to work from home.
Fury: At least we could watch our kids but then the truly pivotal moment when we met this woman.
Rage: We had to admit Terminatrix had a very interesting way to pitch us to wrestle in Japan but we accepted the offer.
Terminatrix: As you mentioned when we talked we promised it would be all business and thus I keep my word.
Rage: So you did.
Fury: It was also when you reunited with your sister Olympia.
Rage looks sullen and sighs at the mention of his sister.
Rage: Yeah it was a bit awkward since we just came off a defeat in our debut in J-Rok. I agreed to help her train for her championship match against Strife which she lost but she showed why she was the SWAT Pan Amazons Women's Champion. Anyway we reconciled on a trial basis and I was good with that.
Fury: Which brings us to this moment in our history in this sport.
Rage: Tonight in a matter of hours when these seats are going to be filled with ringsiders from all over the XHF and Mexico to watch one of the best shows in this network. Tonight on Night of Champions everyone is going to see us wrestle the team of Dodo-A-Gogo of J-Rok where we also wrestle. We had a very tough battle to get here and we earned it.
Fury: Then again we hate easy matches because that means our records will be filled with victories that make us look overrated and unworthy. We wanted to work hard and we waned to earn our shots and we did. Tonight at Night of Champions we are going for the Power Ballad Tag team Championships. Saying we want this is understating the reality.
Rage: We want to end our long on and off drought of not winning tag team championships. We want to wipe out that bad memory in the GWF and elsewhere during our fifteen year career in wrestling.
Fury: It was quite a long road with plenty of bumpy moments as well as smooth spots in our careers. Tonight this is our comeback in the big time and in this arena. We're putting an impeccable record on the line in this arena and our longtime fans in Mexico were wishing us the best and hoping we win.
Rage: We have no intention of disappointing our fans and we won't let ourselves down as well since the stakes are quite high. Those Power Ballad Tag Team Championships are quite a prize for us and we plan on using our shot at those champions to win and to achieve our redemption.
Fury: Redemption to prove we can win a big time championship in a major promotion and we plan on showing why we're worthy to be on of J-Rok's standard bearers. This is our time and we won't come up short and that is a promise.
Rage: This is a major new start and we plan on making the most of it. Dodo-a-Gogo we hope you are ready because we've been training harder than we've ever had before and we plan on being extra ready and sharp.
Fury: That's what we want and that's what we hope to get since these fans who will be filling the arena want as well as wrestling fans from times past who came to this arena to watch classic wrestling matches from long ago.
Rage: Expectations are running high in this match and we plan on not being disappointing.We'll see you in the ring Dodo-a-Gogo and good luck.
Fury: It's going to be quite a match for Night of Champions and it's going to be our time after fifteen years of ups and downs.
Terminatrix: Let's go and begin our final preparations.
They shoulder roll over the top rope and hang there for a moment before dropping to the floor and leave as the scene slowly fades the back.
Now....
"Narcisista por Excelencia" by PXNDX hits because it's time for the summer fiesta!
The XHF Network Proudly Presents: NIGHT OF CHAMPIONS 11
Date: July 26th, 2020
Plaza de Toros, Mexico City, Mexico
Capacity: 42,262
Attendance: 14,000 (Masks required)
The song continues to play as pyrotechnics light up the early evening sky of the bullfighting ring- specially padded for the show, with the colosseum-esq seated fans in attendance going wild. They may be spaced out but that's not gonna put a damper on their day, that just means more room for concession foods and beer!
Hawke: Hello everyone and welcome to the eleventh annual NIGHT OF CHAMPIONS! Live from sunny Mexico City, Mexico!
King: Where the senoritas are hot and the tequila even hotter!
Hawke: And perhaps Mongo's temper the hottest when he sees how much of both you've been indulging in!
King: ÂĄArriba, Arriba!
Hawke: We want to welcome you folks here today to Plaza de Toros as we give you one heck of a night to hopefully brighten your week! Before we start though I wanted to note that not every company in the XHF Network was able to send their staff due to various travel issues-
King: But have no fear, we've got cervezas and are ready to go!
Hawke: What he said.
King: Let's get this show on the road, I'm ready to party!
"Don't turn around
UH OH
Der Kommissar's in town
Uuuh-OH
You're in his eye and you'll know why
The more you live............. the faster you will die"
UH OH
Der Kommissar's in town
Uuuh-OH
You're in his eye and you'll know why
The more you live............. the faster you will die"
After The Fire's version of "Der Kommissar" plays over the PA system, as Zoran Sainovic pushes through the backstage curtains all business. It's hard not to walk in sync with this music, but the speed with which Sainovic stalks down the aisle almost feels unnatural. The crowd jeer. Reach out to tug or slap him. Throw garbage. Even as beer splashes his three piece suit, Kommissar Z ignores the trash, keeping his hateful eyes fixed on the ring. As he arrives at ringside, he neatly folds his coat, handing it to a PA. Making his way up the steel steps, Sainovic rolls back his sleeves.
"Alles klar, Herr Kommissar?"
Bonnie Jenkins: Introducing now, hailing from Belgrade, Serbia. Coming in at 6â1 and 242 pounds .... The Acting SWAT Commissioner .... ZORAN SAINOVIC!!!
King: According to "The Final Boss" he really needs this win
Hawke: I dunno, King, have you seen Maverick's win/loss record lately?
King: I wouldn't make that joke while he's around
Hawke: Then I guess I better be quiet because here he comes!
The remixed version of "Inception" begins to play as the lights go to a purple shade, the fans beginning to clap to the beat as the lights begin to spiral around the arena. Once the beat kicks in, all the lights start to strobe onto the stage where Maverick stands with his arms stretched out wide, he lowers his arms and makes his way down to the ring. Upon making it to ringside, he circles around the ring as if stalking his opponent. He climbs up the steps and walks along the apron, brushing his feet along the apron before entering through the middle ropes. Maverick gets right into the face of his opponent until the referee pushes him away and then he walks over to his corner as he prepares for the match to begin.
Bonnie Jenkins: Introducing now, hailing from Wexford County, Ireland. Coming in at 5'11 and 195 pounds .... The Immortal Prince .... MAVERICK!!!
Interpromotional Match
"The Prince" Maverick vs. "The Final Boss" Zoran Sainovic
DING DING! DING DING!
Hawke: We are underway with our opening contest! Maverick vs Zoran Sainovic in interfed action!
King: This is gonna be a big one Hawke, I cannot wait!
Mav and Zoran circle each other, they lock up in the ring! Zoran pushes Mav to the ropes, Mav shoves him back and bounces for a dropkick. Zoran, the wise veteran, steps back, allowing Mav to fall flat on his ass. He is quick to mount Mav, raining rapid fire strikes on the young athlete. Mav pushes him off, thrust kicking him away before a springboard elbow takes Zoran down! Zoran rolls over, but Mav is quick to run for a splash! He lands it! He stands up and SENTON! NO HE GOT KICKED AWAY! Zoran shoved Mav away mid air and rolls his sleeves up, attaching his tie to his shirt. He knees over Mav again, with some more quick blows to Mav. But Mav is able to headbutt Zoran, and resume his high-flying offense. He lands a series of wacky looking kicks with wild names, ending with a question kick that sends Zoran to a knee, before grabbing him by the tie and yanking him in for a bomaye! Zoran flops backwards, holding his neck and gasping for air.
King: Maverick is showing Zoran just why he belongs in the spotlight!
Hawke: Zoran doesn't give a crap, because in his mind, ZORAN is the only one who matters!
Mav climbs the ropes, and hits a meteora! He bounces off the ropes, shining wizard! Zoran stands up and tries to clothesline Mav, but he ducks, Zoran tries again but Mav ducks again, then THEY CLOTHESLINE EACH OTHER! The referee stands in shock, he wants to count but this match simply cannot end in a double DQ, countout or knockout. He knows these wrestlers want a clean ending, and that he shall provide. After a moment, both begin to make it to their feet. They begin to wildly swing strikes at one another.
MAV!
ZORAN!
MAV!
ZORAN!
MAV!
MAV!
MAV!
Mav takes the upper hand once more, he tackles Zoran but Zoran pushes him off and rolls away. He stands but Mav hits a disaster kick off the ropes! Zoran stumbles into the corner and pulls his way up, but Mav follows and levels him with stiff strikes! Zoran is very loopy right now! Mav runs for a corner splash but ZORAN PULLS THE REF IN THE WAY! MAV HIT THE REF AND HE GOES DOWN! Mav stands over the ref, trying to help him up and doesn't notice Zoran pulled out a knife! He takes the small knife and STABS MAV IN THE BACK OF THE NECK! HE COLLAPSES!
King: That rotten son of a bitch!
Hawke: I'm all for dastardly villainy, but that is too damn far!
The boos are thunderous. Mav is in a bloody heap on the ground and Zoran rolls him over.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
BUT THERE'S NO REFEREE TO COUNT THE FALL! ZORAN'S PLAN IS BEGINNING TO SPUTTER! He goes over to the ref, kicking him and slapping him! That's no way to help the man, dammit! But suddenly, a daunting silhouette stands up behind Zoran. MAVERICK IS STANDING! HE PULLS THE KNIFE FROM HIS HEAD! HOW? HE SHOULDN'T BE STANDING RIGHT NOW! But he pauses and pulls something else from the back of his neck. THICK PADDING AND BLOOD PODS! ZORAN HASN'T EVEN SEEN THAT HE'S STANDING! MAV SLITHERS BEHIND HIM AND KICKS ZORAN RIGHT IN THE SAINOVICS! ZORAN CRUMPLES OVER AND MAV LIFTS HIS FOOT UP, PLANTING IT DOWN ON HIS BALLS! THE CROWD IS ON THEIR FEET, ERUPTING!
King: MAV PULLED A BIG ONE OVER THE EYES OF THE FINAL BOSS!
Hawke: AND HERE COMES THE KILLING BLOW!
Mav picks a groggy Kommissar Z up by the tie, choking him out a moment. He puts his head between his thighs and lifts him up, HE DROPS HIM ON HIS NECK! IMMMORTALLLLLLLLITY DRIVVVVVVVVVVER!
King: CHECKMATE!
Hawke: BALLGAME!
Mav rolls Zoran over, draping over him for a pin.
ONE..........
TWO...........
...........
...........
...........
THREE!!!!!!!!!!
DING DING! DING DING!
Hawke: He did it!
King: What a statement made by Maverick tonight, beating the man who took the X*Crown from him months ago at Supremacy!
Bonnie Jenkins: The winner of the match via pinfall, MAAAAAAAAAAAAAVERICK!
After what feels like an eternity of a pin count, Maverick rolls off of Zoran and his hand is raised. Maverick rolls off and has his hand raised in victory as Zoran limps back up the ramp, blazer in hand.
Bonnie Jenkins rises from her seat for the fans in Mexico.
Bonnie Jenkins: The following is the Swannâs Kingdom Match!
The fans in the arena pop loudly, having looked forward to this match all day. They quickly quiet down as no one is quite sure what this match will entail.
Bonnie Jenkins: This match will take place at Swannâs castle! Anything is legal inside or outside of the castle grounds, and there MUST be a winner!
The crowd pops again.
Bonnie Jenkins: Now please direct your attention to the big screen!
Kingdom Match
"King" Brad Swann vs. "Emperor" Anthony Caffrey
The screen flickers to reveal the dark blue London sky as we are on board a speedboat. The first man we see is standing behind the wheel of a speedboat while looking at a map. The nameplate at the bottom reveals that this is Anthony Caffrey, the former X-Crown champion. Caffrey is not dressed to wrestle, but is instead dressed to fight. He wears a tight set of ripped blue jeans and a black t-shirt that simply reads âEmperorâ across the front. By his feet is the aluminum baseball bat he used to smash Timelessâ car, and he is carrying a red Philadelphia Phillies bag on his back.
Anthony Caffrey: Swann should have sent me coordinates⊠who reads maps anymore?
Caffrey lowers the map and makes a slight left turn of the boat. The castle suddenly comes into view. It is a magnificent sight and already lit in anticipation of the challengerâs arrival. Even the talkative loudmouth is caught speechless in the site of the massive castle.
Caffrey: Well...shit.
Caffrey opens the map back up and looks at the size of the castle. He confirms where heâs going and folds the map into his pocket, taking a few steps back to admire the beast before him. His eyes grow wider.
Caffrey: I guess weâre not in Kansas anymore.
He looks down, taking a big gulp, not knowing all of whatâs in store for him.
Caffrey: I guess Iâm doing this.
He looks at the camera.
Caffrey: No⊠weâre doing this.
He taps on the lens. Itâs a nice moment, but itâs interrupted by a whirling sound. There is a loud splash.
Caffrey: What the fâŠ
Another whirling sound passes the boat. Itâs hard to tell whatâs happening, but itâs coming from the castle. Way, way in the distance, you can hear screaming.
Voice: FIRE!
This trajectory is caught on camera -- boulders are being launched from the castle towards Caffreyâs boat! He hops on the controls and begins driving the vehicle in as close to a zig-zag pattern as he can get.
Caffrey: Fuck! Keep your head down!
Fearing for his safety, the cameraman even ducks down and crouches to cover himself. The camera angle becomes of Caffreyâs legs as he frantically attempts to steer towards the moat of Swannâs castle. A boulder strikes the boat! A huge hole opens up in the side of the boat! The boulder is bigger than Caffreyâs torso, but he quickly disposes of it to try to keep the boat afloat! He realizes that the endeavor is useless and tosses the cameraman a life vest! The two men abandon ship just as another boulder strikes the ship! The feed cuts for a few moments.
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When the feed resumes, the cameraman is more than willing to float towards their destination, but Caffrey is not. You can hear the obscenities as he begins to swim towards the shore, close enough to the castle that he can see the entrance. The pissed-off Philadelphian reaches dry land and checks around for his inventory. The bag and bat has made it with him, and as he impatiently waits, the cameraman floats onto dry land.
Caffrey: Well, talk about a warm welcome, eh?
Caffrey is joking, but you can tell heâs pissed to be soaking wet. He sheds the lifevest followed by his wet t-shirt and jeans, revealing a black and purple tights combo with âEmperorâ written on the back. Itâs a new look for him while heâs still carrying a bag on his back, but he keeps it moving. The front of the castle comes into view. Swannâs kingdom is truly exquisite, with large banners hanging down the walls that reveal the kingâs visage. There is a drawbridge to enter the castle, and it is currently still raised. Standing in front of the castle itself are two guards, decked out in full suits of armor. Caffrey sighs and takes a deep breath as he begins moving towards the front.
Knight: HALT! Who goes there?
One of the guards spots the challenger immediately. He has a smart-ass response ready to go.
Caffrey: The emperor whoâs going to kick your kingâs ass.
Another knight follows up.
Knight: Not happening, sir. Brad Swann wanted us to offer you this one chance to turn around, before you ended up regretting it for the rest of your very short life.
Caffrey: Heâs not gonna kill me, itâs a wrestling--
Knight: Sir--
Caffrey: No, Iâm good. Now please get the fuck out of my way.
Knight: Iâm afraid I canât let you do that.
Caffrey: Oh yeah?
The other guard seizes the former X-Crown champion, holding his arms behind his back. The first knight begins a flurry of punches, wearing down the challenger. Caffrey drops to a knee, and the knight holding him back releases him.
Knight: You petulant pissant peasant. Youâre nothing.
Caffrey shakes his head.
Knight: What are you going to do?
He crawls along the ground, looking for his weapon. He grabs it.
Caffrey: Win.
Caffrey gets back to his feet and unloads with the aluminum baseball bat, knocking one of the guards on his ass immediately! The other charges, only to have his chestplate dented by the force of the impact. He is knocked back as Caffrey follows up his shot by going low, striking at the knightâs leg! The knight goes down as Caffrey turns his attention to his partner, caving in the side of the knightâs helmet with the raw brutality of the bat!
Knight: OOOOOWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!
The screaming continues as the Philadelphian puts his bat against the side of the other knightâs helmet.
Caffrey: Now what we have here is a phailure to communicate.
Caffrey locks on an intense stare at the knight at the edge of his baseball bat.
Caffrey: How the hell do I get in?
Knight: Thereâs a lever! Thereâs a lever! Over there! Please!
The knight desperately pleads with Caffrey and points in a direction. There is indeed a lever where the knight was pointing. He looks down, his lip already busted, and gives the knight an intimidating look before moving the bat away from the manâs skull. He slowly walks over to the lever and pulls it. The heavy wooden drawbridge begins to slowly lower its way to the ground, occasionally squeaking before finally connecting with its target with a crash.
Before Caffrey can truly admire his handiwork, the begging knight is back on top of him, having speared him to the ground. The knight lays into Caffrey, who can only counter by pulling him forward, knocking him off balance and causing him to stumble forward. Caffrey makes it back to his feet and delivers a running dropkick, knocking the fully-armored knight into the moat! The knight struggles to keep himself above water as Caffrey brushes himself off and grabs his things. The other knight is not moving as a small puddle of blood forms underneath his helmet. The former X-Crown Champion resists the urge to make a witty retort as he passes through the robust entranceway and takes his first steps into the courtyard. It is here where we sees his opponent for the first time.
The nameplate reveals the man himself: âKing Demonio, Brad Swannâ. Swann stands just outside of the ring in his castleâs courtyard, watching Caffrey walk with a monstrous stare. There is an XHF referee in the ring ready for both men. Brad Swann clears his throat before speaking.
Brad Swann: Very well. You have decided your own fate; you have decided the very day in which you shall die. Colour me impressed, Caffrey, for I thought someone like you would have had second thoughts the very moment my catapults stormed your boat in a fiery ambush; when my guards warned you of what was to come the moment you were to take a stance in my kingdom. Yet here you are, in some shitty wrestling gear, with a baseball bat in your hands standing opposite the king whom wears the sturdiest of armour and wields the sharpest of broad-swords. A death wish indeed.
Anthony Caffrey, a man of many words, doesnât respond. He nods at Swan and simply jumps up onto the apron. Following his ages-old tradition, he reaches down and taps on his ankle, before mimicking breaking Brad Swannâs ankle like a wishbone. After setting down his bag and his bat in his corner, he even takes a moment to sit on the ropes as if he were helping an inexperienced woman into the ring. Swann is not happy about this development.
Swann: I cannot tell whether you are just mad, or dumbfounded - but one thing is for sure, the only emotion you will be feeling tonight is the numbness of my sword as it pulverises the back of your neck in a dance of the devils. The Emperor's head, handed to him by the King. How ironic."
Caffrey: Just get in the ring, ya little bitch.
Swann angrily moves towards the ring and ducks under the ropes. Caffrey waits for him in the corner. He hands his crown to the referee but does not shed any of the armor. The referee looks to Caffrey and the wrestler gives him a slow nod, clearly already partially drained from the long swim and the brutal knight fight planned by King Demonio.
Referee: May the best man win.
At the same time, both King Demonio and the Wrestling Emperor respond.
Caffrey: Me.
Brad Swann: Me.
The referee indicates that the match is on. Caffrey walks to the center of the ring slowly, but with swagger still running through his veins as his hand out, looking for a test of strength. Swann comes up and meets him, and almost immediately, he kicks Caffrey below the belt. The Destiny Wrestling World Heavyweight Champion stands over the former X-Crown champion and begins stomping on him repeatedly. He gets down to the mat and locks Caffreyâs arm behind his head, choking him out with an anaconda vise. Caffrey grabs onto the bottom rope with his free hand to get a release, but there are no rope breaks in Swannâs Kingdom. His face turns bright red as he tries to work his way out of the hold. His shoulders go down but he presses off the mat. After incapacitating him early, Swann releases the hold and picks up his opponent, toying with him as he looks over at the turnbuckles. He whips Caffrey hard into the corner, sending him shoulder first into the ringpost. His opponent stays leaning down in the corner and rapidly gets dragon suplexed. Swann keeps the hold applied and hits another Bloodline, followed by a third. King Demonio enjoys his early triumph.
Swann: How does it feel Caffrey? To have the Emperor's ass handed to him by the King?!"
Caffrey doesnât answer. He doesnât look like he knows where heâs even at. He crawls on the mat and looks for a way out of Swannâs assault. He grabs the ropes again to pull himself out but Swann stops him, pulling him back up. Brad Swann climbs the ropes and looks for the Flight of the Bird, jumping knees first towards Caffrey! Caffrey finally shows some life, moving out of the way just in time. Swann crashes down with the full weight of his body of armor. Caffrey grabs Swannâs leg and tries to turn him over, but Swann pushes him back and gets back to his feet. Caffrey goes for a punch but finds his hand caught by Swann. Swann twists Caffreyâs hand and begins to look for a finger snap, looking to break Caffreyâs fingers!
Caffrey: AHHHHHHH!
Swann twists away, pressing on Caffreyâs fingers and trying to make him suffer. He delivers a low kick, knocking Caffrey to a knee.
Swann: Bend the knee!
Before Caffrey can even retort, we hear a snapping sound.
SNAP!
Caffrey pounds into the mat with his spare hand, hurting and screaming. He reaches back and looks for his bag of tricks to get back into the match, except itâs on the entire other side of the ring. Swann wrenches on the pressure, looking to snap another one of Caffreyâs fingers and planting his feet for leverage. Caffrey awkwardly bodychecks him to create space, but itâs the equivalent of bodychecking a wall. He goes down as Swann smiles a demonic grin. Swann exits the ring, grabbing Caffrey and pulling him by the hair toward the outside. He slams him face first into the apron. He looks under the ring and grabs a cable, wrapping it around the throat of his opponent to choke him out. He puts a foot on the apron and pulls back, choking the life out of him. Once his opponent stops squirming, Brad Swann releases the cable around his neck. Swann takes a moment to lean against the apron and enjoy himself while his opponent suffers. He spots Caffreyâs bag and slowly walks over to it, snatching it from the corner. The bat stays.
Swann: Nothing you brought could take down the King.
He turns the bag upside down and dumps the contents on Caffreyâs head. It causes Caffrey to stir as a megaphone, a pocket knife, and an electronic lighter are all dumped on his head. Swann looks amused at Caffreyâs measly bag of tricks.
Swann: How ironic, you came here to play saviour; to courteously accept my decree and duel the King on behalf of the friend that you'd never see again - except, you are going to be reunited, and it's going to be on my mantle frame of all places!
Caffrey smacks Swannâs leg with the megaphone. It is a bit of a pathetic effort.
Caffrey: Fuck you.
The megaphone doesnât really do as much damage as he would have liked, but Caffrey pulls himself up using the apron. He is bleeding from the back of his head. Swann just shakes his head as Caffrey makes it back to his feet, holding two fingers up. He does not have kind words for his opponent.
Caffrey: Youâre still a coward, Brad Swann. Always were.
His two fingers turn into a middle finger. Swann charges right in with a right hook, but Anthony Caffrey responds with a low dropkick, knocking Swannâs head into the apron. Caffrey immediately spots his object of choice across the ring. His opponent reaches out to stop him, but Caffrey is faster as he is able to clear the corner and reach his baseball bat. He grabs the bat and makes his way back over to Swann, who has begun to reach down and grab his sword. The two men lock eyes on one another. Swann has his sword with him, Caffrey has his bat. The DW World Heavyweight Champion shifts his stance, prepared to sword fight with his challenger. An out-of-breath and beaten Caffrey can only stare as Swann swings the sword around a few times in front of himself, demonstrating his master swordsmanship by even switching hands a few times in addition to spinning the blade. Caffrey responds by throwing his bat directly at Swannâs skull! The bat lands square in Swannâs face, instantly opening him up as he goes down and blood begins to pour out of his face worse than any singular 5-5 roll could ever produce. He spots his pocket knife and grabs it off the ground, quickly going to work on cutting the straps of Swannâs armor to cut Swann away from his protective gear. He slashes carefully with the knife, taking out the straps protecting Swannâs legs first. He grabâs Swannâs ankle and gives it a twistâŠ...sending Brad Swann into a defensive effort, but Caffrey does it to get Swann laying on his stomach so he can work on the sides of Swannâs chestplate.
Caffrey: Youâre lucky I didnât bring a bucket of water you prick!
He removes the chestplate from a squirming and bleeding Swann and holds it up for a few seconds, thinking about using it for himself. Instead, he turns around and sends it flying across the courtyard. It bangs hard against the brick wall. Caffrey takes a few moments to look at his mangled right hand and painfully relocate his finger. We can see the look of pain on his face as Swann comes up from behindâŠ...and absolutely nails Caffrey with the Fine Ending! Swann takes out his challenger and takes a few moments to rest against the apron. Caffrey is on the ground not moving as Swann checks his busted nose, wiping the blood from his face. Swann is now only wearing black trunks, white elbow and knee pads, and black boots. He grabs one of Caffreyâs free hands and begins dragging his bloody body across the courtyard towards some stairs. The blood continues to trickle out of the back of Caffreyâs head as well. Swann stomps on the back of Caffreyâs head and grabs his hair, holding his head up so he can shout directly into his ear.
Swann: The progression of my career is like the progression of my beheadings... From Mike Lio... to Thomas Galloway... to you, Anthony Caffrey!
He slams Caffreyâs face into the base of the steps and ascends upwards, disappearing from sight. The camera pans to the SWAT star, who has rolled over and revealed that one of his teeth is missing from his trademark showman smile after brutally meeting the staircase. He puts a fist on the first step and starts using the stairs to pull himself up. Once he can get a foot on a stair, he uses another stair to keep going. He gets to the second stair before hearing the sound of something coming his way. He jumps and rolls out of the way, avoiding a rolling boulder that Swann had sent to crash down upon him. The sky has darkened, but Caffrey makes it back to his feet and spots a light above the stairs. He puts one foot in front of the other and begins making his way up towards the top, spotting a greenlight at the top of the staircase. When Caffrey reaches the top of the stairs, he takes a few moments to look around, unaware of where his opponent has gone and unfamiliar with his surroundings. To his left, there is a wall full of paintings, and it becomes clear that these were where the paintings of Emperor Nero and Emperor Caligula had originally been placed. To his right is Brad Swann, swinging a wooden chair at him. He ducks the chair, which splinters into pieces against the wall. Caffrey looks around to arm himself as Swann recoils from the splintered chair, and spots what the green light was. Itâs an exit sign! He jumps up and powerfully rips it out of its position, taking a moment to taunt Swann with it. His showman smile has a gap in it.
Caffrey: This is a fire hazard Brad! This should be red, dipshit!
He smacks Swann in the gut with it. Incredibly, instead of dropping at the impact, Swann rips the sign out of Caffreyâs hands. He smacks him across his shoulder blades.
Swann: IT SHOULD BE GREEN!
Caffreyâs body wrenches in pain as Swann drops the now-broken sign. He shoves Caffrey towards the marble staircase, but Caffrey catches himself by landing both of his hands on the bronze statue of King Demonio. He pulls it towards Swann, where it barely avoids smashing him into the ground as it clangs against the tile flooring. An angry and fiery Brad Swann takes the damage to the statue out on his opponent, firing with lefts and rights as Caffrey tries to move down the hall to avoid the onslaught. Swann grabs his bigger opponent and hooks the leg, before twisting and driving him into the floor with the Steal! The referee looks over to ask Swann if heâs finished and regrets it almost instantly as Swann gives him a nasty look. He grabs Caffrey and pulls him down the hallway, backing into a door and opening it. The camera instantly recognizes this as Swannâs throne room, with the prestigious jewel of Swannâs court at the other end of the room. To the left, we can see a collection of Swannâs other trophies, including a replica XHF European Championship, the King of Hokkaido Guitar Trophy, and the DW World Heavyweight Championship. Swann reaches past the hole heâs already punched in the case and pulls out the AXW Briefcase, taking the time to savor the moment.
Swann: This was never about you!
He slams the briefcase against Caffreyâs back. Caffrey rolls over, and then makes the decision to pose like a French girl.
Caffrey: Draw me ya dickhead!
He slams it again and again, soaking it in as Caffrey finally stops moving. He positions the Briefcase under Caffreyâs head and steps on top of a table. He falls forward off the table, smacking heads with the Philadelphian and executing the Kokeshi! Swann gets up and looks to admire his handiwork. He points to an average-sized chopping block close to the throne.
Swann: I thought this slab would have been big enough for you, but then I remembered how big your head truly was!
Next to the block is an even bigger boulder and Swannâs axe, the same axe he used to decapitate Mike Lio. He looks back and grabs Caffrey by the hair again, looking to pull him towards the slab.
Swann: AHHHH!
Swann promptly lands on the ground after letting out a large scream. He drops to his knees, having had Caffrey stab him in the Achilles with his pocket knife! Caffrey crawls over and presses himself up. Before long, he locks in the Process!
Caffrey: MY NAME IS ANTHONY CAFFREY! YOU KILLED MY FRIEND! TAP!
The referee leans in to check on Swann, who has found himself in a world of hurt! He screams out in pain as his heel bleeds!
Swann: NO!
Caffrey shakes his head, releasing the hold for a few seconds⊠only to pull him in closer and drop to the floor, grapevining Swannâs leg! Caffrey screams at his opponent again!
Caffrey: I WANT MY FRIEND BACK YOU SON OF A BITCH!
Swann: NO!
Caffreyâs eyes are dead-focused on Swannâs ankle and thereâs nowhere for him to go. He attempts to roll over, but thereâs nothing for him on his left but a roaring fireplace he just canât reach--
CRACK!
Caffrey: TAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!
Swann screams again as Caffrey breaks his ankle and continues twisting for everything he has and more. He tries to roll to his right towards his tankard and bottle of whiskey, but Caffrey wonât let go and he canât shake himself free. He realizes what is right above them.
Swann: LOOK UP!
Caffrey: WHAT?
Swann: LOOK UP YOU PEASANT!
Caffrey: WHAT ARE YOU--
Caffreyâs face goes white. He spots Swannâs mantle.
Caffrey: NO.
He immediately releases the hold. His mouth hangs open.
Caffrey: What the fuuuuuuuuâŠ
Caffrey gags at the sight of the two heads of the former XHF wrestlers, including his dear deceased friend Mike Lio. It is unclear whether he even sees his own name at the center of them as he scrambles back to his feet, his eyes locked on those of Lioâs.
Caffrey: MikeâŠ
Brad Swann charges in, swinging his axe right at Caffreyâs head! Caffrey manages to barely dodge the blow, and the axe goes right into the center of the mantle, splitting it in half! Both heads go rolling on the ground as how serious the situation is finally dawns on Anthony Caffrey.
Swann: Now do I frame your head with, or without the glasses?
Caffrey is nearly rendered speechless.
Caffrey: Dude, what the fuck? Itâs a pin or a sub-
Swann: I can pin your headless corpse.
Swann moves in with the axe again. Caffrey gulps, beginning to scurry backwards. He knocks into a brick wall right underneath a grand, large window to the outside and takes a look, but thereâs no escape. He finds himself trapped against the wall with Swann coming closer. Swann swings, but Caffrey manages to barely dodge out of the way. Caffrey knocks a small table containing Swannâs tankards in Swannâs path, trying to create some distance. Swannâs throne is in his way. He goes to try to tip it over, but itâs firmly bolted into the ground. Swann swings again⊠...but plants his axe into the head of his throne! He works to pull the axe out as Caffrey backs up and takes a running charge, leveling Swann with the Closing Remarks! Swann goes down with authority! Caffrey quickly scampers over for the cover, hooking the leg!
Referee: ONE!
TWO!
THREE! THATâS IT!
The referee raises Caffreyâs hand. An exhausted and emotionally-drained Caffrey simply lays on top of Swann, not even getting up for a few seconds. The back of his head has stopped bleeding, but the lacerations across his back, rope burn across his neck, busted lip and missing teeth indicate the absolute war the two men have just waged. The trail of blood and the pools of it in the room only cement this fact. Before Caffrey can even get back up, he spots his friendâs head, just underneath the window. He crawls over to the head and grabs it tightly, pulling it in closer as an act of Brotherly Love. He knows where this must be returned, and the look of peace that washes over him is palpable. He finally gets a few moments to rest. At least until he hears the sound of the executionerâs axe being removed from the throne.
Swann: I. WANT. YOUR. HEAD!
A bloody and broken Swann has made it back to his feet, his pale face covered in a crimson mask of his own blood. Caffrey holds up his hands, realizing Swann is still intent on killing him where he stands.
Caffrey: Itâs over, Brad! Drop the axe!
Swann: I WILL HAVE MY CROWN!
Caffrey: Donât do this, man! Let me go! Fair is fair!
Caffrey looks around. There is nothing left to save him.
Swann: YOUR FATE IS SEALED!
Swann swings!
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Caffrey ducks and goes low, getting under Swann and back body dropping him! Swann goes flying out the window! Caffrey tries to grab him, but itâs too late! Heâs left to look on in horror as the camera doesnât look out the window. His eyes tell a million stories as he turns away from the window, dealing with the gravity of everything thatâs happened. He spots the head of his friend at his feet. Finally, the man collapses on the floor. The last thing we hear is the sound of a Wrestling Emperor crying as the match fades to black.
Aleister Mayfield: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and is a standard tag team match for the XHF Tag Team Championships! Introducing the Challengers, weighing 425 pounds, DESOLATION!
'Parasite Eve' rips through the speakers as through the entrance way, now shrouded in fog, emerge the masked figures of Nephilim and Necrophage. The two men waste no time heading to the ring, seemingly indifferent to the fans in attendance as they step between the ropes, ready for a fight.
Aleister Mayfield: And their opponents, they are the current XHF Tag Team Champions. Weighing 380 pounds, DOS ANGELES!
The lights go out. All is dark. Suddenly a large spot-light appears on the entranceway as "Kick out the Jams" by The Presidents of the United States of America hits. We can see Randy Angel already facing the entranceway, close to the wall; he raises his arm (while holding a drink). Meanwhile, Nelly Angel bursts out of the back and jumps up and down excitedly while he waits for his brother to turn around and saunter over to him. As they make their way down the ramp, Randy hands his drink off to a stage hand. Nelly rushes into the ring and climbs up a turnbuckle and hypes up the crowd while Randy poses on the apron, showing off his muscles.
Aleister Mayfield: Before we get underway I wanted to thank the XHF Network for letting me host this bout and also remind everyone to tune into the XHF Network every week to catch hot and fresh MCCW action on Wednesday Night Voltage and Thursday Night Ignition! Oh! I'm being signaled to let the match start! WATCH MCCW LIVE ON-
MCCW PRESENTS: XHF Global Tag Team Championship
Desolation vs. Dos Angeles ©
DING DING! DING DING!
Aleister Mayfield: And we are underway!
Nelly and Nephilim start the match. The leader of Desolation quickly overpowers the technically superior Angel. He lifts Nelly for a backbreaker but Nelly away and log rolls into his knees. That staggers Nephilim, enough to get Nelly time to run the ropes for a dropkick. This once against staggers Nephilim, so Nelly runs for another one. But Nephilim checks Nelly across the ring! Right into his corner, where Randy tags himself in!
Aleister Mayfield: Both men at a bit of a stalemate so far, can Randy snatch victory from the jaws of defeat?
Randy stumbles out and sprays Nephilim in the face with alcohol! He then "swaggers over," DRUNK DROPPER! But Randy doesn't have the mental capacity to roll over fast enough, which allows Necrophage to be tagged in. He comes flying off the top with a senton! He covers Randy!
ONE!
TW-KICKOUT!
Aleister Mayfield: Close call by the elder Randy brother!
Necro picks up Randy who swings wildly! Enough to get Necro to stand back! Randy then assumes a martial arts-inspired pose.
Randy: TASTE THE POWER OF THE DRUNKEN FIST! HIIIIIIYAH!
Randy jumps and swings his arm with a super cool Bruce Lee punch... but just flops forward. Necro shakes his head, before dropping a knee on the back of Randy's head. Nelly starts yelling at him, and he takes a moment to taunt at Nelly, before slapping him across the face.
Aleister Mayfield: The disrespect to Nelly. HERE COMES RANDY!
Randy tackles Necro, laying fists into him. The Angels tag each other, and Nelly hits a springboard DDT for a pin.
ONE...
TW-KICKOUT!
Nelly slaps the mat, and Randy pulls Carnegie aside to argue with him. Nelly slides to Necro and Irish whips him to the Angel corner. Necrophage has other plans, and sends him to Desolation's corner. Nephilim tags in and Desolation begins to unicorn stomp Nelly into the ground. TAG! Stomp stomp stomp TAG! Stomp stomp stomp TAG! Stomp BOOM!
Aleister Mayfield: Randy blindsided Necrophage, he better get out of there before Carnegie throws this match out!
Nephilim reaches out to smack Randy but as quickly as he came, Randy's gone. Nelly gets up and drags Necrophage to the Angel corner. Randy tags in yet again and hits the SLOSHY SHUFFLE!
ONE!
KICKOUT!
No dice for Randy. He comes over and does a sloppy leg drop onto Necrophage. He is in control. Randy takes Necro by the chin and kicks him in the head! He grabs Necro's legs and locks in a Boston Crab! Necrophage roars out in pain, and begins to crawl to the ropes! Randy tries to keep him in the center, but Nephilim clotheslines him off of his partner! Carnegie goes to argue but NELLY FLIES IN WITH A OFF THE TOP ROPE DDT!
Aleister Mayfield: Neither of these two teams want to give up what they've come so far to achieve! But only one can walk away the XHF Tag Team Champions!
Nelly and Nephilim roll back out of the ring, leaving Randy and Necro to their devices. Randy and Necro get up and trade punches.
WOO! BOO! WOO! BOO! BOO! BOO!
Necrophage takes the lead, cornering Randy in the Angel corner. Nelly jumps up and goes to tag Randy but Necro smacks him down. Randy grabs Necro's arm and Irish Whips him across the ring, to where he thinks his side is. He starts to unload on Necro in the corner, brutal punches and kicks. Carnegie breaks them up, and Nelly calls for Randy to come over.
Aleister Mayfield: Randy getting confused, he doesn't know where his own corner is!
Randy takes the fight to Necro in the corner, beating him in a drunken rage for a moment more! Heavy, booze smelling hands fall on Necro and the ref separates them, and Randy walks off to talk strategy with Nelly, but misses a tag! Randy turns back and runs the ropes. Necro ducks under and they switch. Nephilim bounces in and Randy gets leveled with a clothesline!
Aleister Mayfield: OOF
Necro slides in and they lift Randy up for a flapjack/cutter combination! Carnegie yells at Necro to get out, and he complies. BUT THEN HE JUMPS IN AGAIN, AND GOES THROUGH THE ROPES! HE SPEARS NELLY THROUGH THE ROPES, OFF THE APRON AND TO THE FLOOR! EVERYONE WEARS AN EXPRESSION OF SHOCK!
Alesiter Mayfield: THERE GOES NECROPHAGE! HE JUST KNOCKED NELLY OUT OF HIS SUPERMAN SOCKS!
NEPHILIM ISN'T DONE YET THOUGH, HE CLIMBS THE ROPES! NEPHILIM FLIES - RAINING FIRE! A MOONSTOMP OFF THE TOP! RANDY IS OUT OF IT! CARNEGIE SLIDES IN TO CALL THE PIN!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
DING DING! DING DING!
Aleister Mayfield: OH MY GOD! WE HAVE NEW XHF TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS! DESOLATION HAVE DETHRONED DOS ANGELES!
Necrophage grabs the title belts from the ref and rushes to Nephilim, who's got a big grin on his face. They both stand up and rolls out of the ring as Nelly checks up on his brother.
Aleister Mayfield: This is a big night for these two men! Thank you again and tune in weekly to MCCW!
We cut to the back in a hallway. No one is around except for a stagehand who is moving boxes around. Suddenly there is a large pop and a figure appears, itâs Saber-Tron! Did he get here by time travel or the magic of television. Choose for yourself.
Saber-Tron: Iâm back!
The stagehand who was previously working quietly alone turns shocked.
Stage Hand: Whereâd you come from.
Saber-Tron: The FUTURE!
Saber-Tron poses and the stage hand just shakes his head.
Stage Hand: No, like just now. I was alone and now youâre here. Where were you before that?
Saber-Tron: The FUTURE! More specifically I was traveling through time and found an anomaly in the timeline.
Stage Hand: No, Dylan was only back in the mask for one match.
Saber-Tron: NO! Not the Anomoly, and anomaly. Someone TREMENDOUSLY DANGEROUS to the FUTURE has somehow gained an EMENSE amount of power that he was not supposed to get an I am here to stop him.
Stage Hand: I know a lot of people think Death Trap has a big head but I donât think heâs dangerous anywhere but the ring.
Saber-Tron: NO! He is a fiend but he is not the fiend who has the fate of the FUTURE in disarm. No. The man who I am here to stop has become a TERRIBLE TYRANT and is on a run that could lead to FIREY DESTRUCTION of the FUTURE. Brad Swann must be stopped around all costs.
Stage Hand: Oh that makes sense. He went a little far when he killed two guys. How did he not get arrested?
Saber-Tron: Those two men were meant to die and I think Destiny operates in some grey area outside of the law. NO! He was supposed to kill those two men and rise to the top of Destiny, but Yuki was supposed to end all that. Him regaining that gold continued his TREMENDOUS RISE into COMPLETE TYRANNY. Now, I must go. I have a dictator to stop. Hopefully my fellow time-travels can join me.
Saber-Tron walks off camera and we cut back to...wait....outside?
A folding table is set up beside the road Carolina between the Monumental Plaza de Toros and the Estadio Azul. Someone has taped a piece of paper with the words âAnnouncer's Boothâ to the front of the folding table. Grandma Mary and her son make their way from the line up of three cars to behind the Announcerâs Booth, where they take their seats.
Grandma Mary: Welcome, Lords and Ladies to the family friendly Silicone Cup Drag Race.
Blond Forest is standing beside several other crew members looking at the bull statue attached to one of the cars. He has his two index fingers pointing towards the other arm and circling each other in a âstall for timeâ manner.
Uncle: Ok, a couple of things. One we are in Mexico not in a renaissance fair. And two, what makes this more family friendly than our previous races? The competitors?
Grandma Mary: One, obviously. But just as the highland games were canceled, the ren fair ain't happening this year.
Uncle: Oh, God. Did you invite the bagpipers?
Grandma Mary: I invited them, but they didnât want to come to Mexico in summer.
Uncle: But Mexico City is high enough in elevation that it isnât actually that hot.
A man approaches the group by the statue with a blow torch. Blond Forest circles his two index fingers pointing towards the other arm again.
Grandma Mary: Right! Because we aren't going to have the national anthem, I have THIS!
They announcers take a moment to listen to the music until Blond Forest circles his pointer fingers again.
Grandma Mary: From CARmen, the bullfighterâs song or toreador song.
Uncle: We arenât in France.
Grandma Mary: But we are at a bullfighting area.
The two look expectantly at Blond Forest but he continues circles his fingers while looking over his shoulder at the others working.
Grandma Mary: And two, I made sure everyone is wearing clothes today. I donât know how the XHF Network thinks itâs acceptable to have topless wrestling but that wonât be in my fed.
Uncle: Topless wrestling? All the women Iâve seen have been wearing something on top.
Grandma Mary: But not the men! The 19th amendment to give women the right to vote in the constitution was ratified 100 years ago next month. I understand that the Equal Rights Amendment to the constitution is in some grey area right now but I fully support the equal application of laws between the sexes.
Uncle: Again, in Mexico. The US constitution has no weight in not-the-US.
The man with the blow torch backs off and turns off his torch but Blond Forest still has his two index fingers circling each other. The crew again descend on the statue.
Grandma Mary: Itâs the principle of the matter. If men can go topless, then women should be allowed too. If we canât, then they canât.
Uncle: I think a large portion of this audience, and the male wrestlers, would fully support women having the right to wrestle topless in these events. But thatâs not why weâre here today. Today is about a DRAG RACE.
Grandma Mary: Do you think they would? I imagine that loose boulders flapping about while trying to get a big man beneath to submit would present a challenge and it would be uncomfortable to not have the full support of a loyal garment as you cartwheel through the air or what have you. This event has brought together many feds, and I have been in talks. Perhaps Iâll ask for thoughts on this. I imagine they have done more research on the matter.
Blond Forest continues to sign to drag on the commentary as a man holding a jackhammer joins the group around the statue.
Uncle: In a total change of topic, please tell us about todayâs trophy.
Grandma Mary: Not much of a change of topic when you realize the top of the trophy is a gilded augmentation implant.
Uncle: As in?
Grandma Mary: Yep. You Boob.
Uncle: So looking below the gilded self-esteem enhancement that is hovering on the top -
Grandma Mary: Itâs not hovering, thatâs the extra silicone!
Uncle: Right. So at the other end of the trophy. The bottom of the thing. It says â19. Why?
Grandma Mary: Great question. Because I believe in ordering from small businesses. They have really struggled in this difficult time. AndâŠ
Blond Forest gives the Announcerâs Booth a thumbs up as the others back away from the statue.
Uncle: And we have a great race in store for you all today! Our three CAR crews are already set up at the starting point of this 1,320 feet, or 402 meters, or 1/4 mile course around the bullfighting arena to the finish line where our not as tall Forest waits. But thatâs not all folks! The vehicles will need to drag a bull statue weighing about 1500 pounds, or a little over 680 kilograms, behind them for the full ÂŒ mile race. If they complete the race without bringing the bull, they will be disqualified.
Grandma Mary: Letâs introduce the three crews in todayâs race. Starting off: Punch Buggy No Punch Back in the Tiger Beetle, The Angry Mad Chemists in the Chemistruckinator, and finally Mother. The Car, in Christine.
Uncle: That was a short intro.
Grandma Mary: If they want a long and proper intro, they can view our normally scheduled events where we go into the latest on the crews. We are already behind schedule because we had to drag out the pre-race section of the drag race.
Uncle: Very true. But donât worry folks. This race may be short but boy will it be sweet.
Grandma Mary: Yes, indeed. Now, because we flew here, we canât start the race with either the gun or the air horn, due to flight regulations and our desire not to buy new ones here. So instead I bought a musical instrument.
She pulls out a vuvuzela from under the table and blows it. Before anyone has time to prepare mind, body, or soul, the vuvuzelas produce a 113 dB beautiful B flat below middle C and scares the ever loving crap out of anything within the full ÂŒ mile course. This includes the pigeon that happened to be passing over the Announcerâs Booth. While grandma Mary isnât in danger from the incoming projectile, her son grabs his ears and attempts to duck under the table. He doesn't make it.
CAR Silicone Cup
Literal Drag Race
Punch Buggy No Punch Back vs. Angry Mad Chemists vs Mother, The Car
Grandma Mary: And they're off! That scrapping you hear isnât nails on a chalkboard but the sound of a bull statue weighing about 1500 pounds, or a little over 680 kilograms, being dragged over the road. Glorious! The Chemists are flying off to a strong start but the Tiger beetle and Mother are zooming along right behind.
This is an exaggeration. They are going about 10 mph (16kmph).
Uncle: Did you remember to remind them that there isnât a speed limit even though weâre on the road?
Grandma Mary: Yes, it was in the pamphlet material given to all the drivers. And it looks like the Angry Chemists have engaged their Chemistry Engine Booster. That extremely bright burst from the booster is from their advanced chemistry knowledge and plenty of Gigawatts, wonderflonium and unobtanium.
Uncle: Wow. yea. They have DOUBLED their speed. Look at them go.
The Angry Chemists reach the mid-way point of the race when their booster suddenly dies. Dozens of flying disembodied transparent ghostly child hands pull at their vehicle as children laughing come from the parts being removed.
Grandma Mary: Weird. I wonder what technology mother is using because that isnât from the Tiger Beetle. Unless you think the chemists are malfunctioning?
William Lastname, the driver for the Chemists, yelps in pain and horror from the inside of the vehicle. Thatâs not a ⊠good ⊠noise.
Uncle: No, I think itâs Mother. And she has caught up with the chemists though the Tiger Beetle is almost equal on her other side. And the two moving competitors pass the chemists.
Just as quickly as the hands had arrived, they disappear.
Grandma Mary: The Angry Mad Chemists have resumed moving towards the finish line but with their boosters out and Mother and Tiger Beetle so far ahead, I donât know if they will be able to catch up.
Uncle: Well, theyâre certainly trying. Unfortunately, it looks like both Mother and Tiger Beetle are in the final few moments of the race.
Grandma Mary: Oohh. A projectile has been fired from the chemists. It fails to hit Mother but does connect with the chain connecting Mother to the bull. The advanced corrosive material in the projectile rapidly affects the chain. The chain has snapped. Mother has been freed from the weight holding her back and shoots like a bullet towards the finish line. The bull statue is no longer being pulled forward and grinds to a halt and falls over sideways towards the Tiger Beetle.
Uncle: The Tiger Beetle uses their large boxing glove to punch the statue out of their way. And Mother is the first to cross the finish line. Unfortunately, the bull statue didnât cross the finish line. Mother, The Car has been disqualified.
Grandma Mary: The final two contenders are the Tiger Beetle and the Angry Mad Chemists. The question now is, will the Chemists fire the corrosive again?
Uncle: Well it looks like it wonât matter. Tiger Beetle has used Smokescreen and divided themselves from those behind them as they push themselves to reach the finish line.
Grandma Mary: And Punch Buggy No Punch Back has won the Silicone Cup!
Fluff rains from the sky like confetti as the Chemists fire their DOOF too late to stop the Tiger Beetle. A few moments later, the Chemists cross the finish line. Short Forrest rushes over to help Abby unhook the Tiger Beetle from the bull statue while Britney and Blond Forrest run the distance of the race in celebration.
Uncle: And we have our winner!
Grandma Mary: Finally! About time they won one! Glad itâs a trophy win too!
Uncle: As a reminder, this victory will not change any part of the upcoming Sippy Cup Qualifier in August, or will it increase the chance to enter or win the Sippy Cup.
Grandma Mary: Stop trying to make my victory as fake as that trophy top, you boob.
Uncle: Only if you stop trying to take the win away from the actual crew that won.
Grandma Mary: We would like to thank our audience for joining us today to watch the inaugural Silicone Cup race and hope you will join us in August as all the crews that sign up will face the ring of FIRE!!
Uncle: Wait, what?
Psycho KGB: [Translated from Japanese via live subtitles] (Nowâs time for the best Tag Teams to fight for the best tag team titles on the Network. We have our undefeated Dodo-A-Gogo defending against a vertern team in Rage and Fury.)
MUSHI: (Funny you say that, Lisa and Anna didnât even know who Rage and Fury was till they had to fight them in this match. But Rage and Fury have been working hard for this match and are surely going to bring their A-Game tonight!)
Fumio Daemura: (This match is a Psycho Circus Death Match and is for the J-ROK Power Ballad Championships! Both Teams will fight on a Scaffold and the only way to win is by dropping both members of the team onto the exploding barbed wire spider net down below.)
Fumio gestures up and the camera begins to slowly ascend while he continues announcing.
Fumio Daemura: (Introducing first in the blue corner, the team of Rage and Fury⊠well, Rage and Fury! And their opponents in the red corner, the team of Lisa Seldon and Anna Daniels, they are the REIGNING DEFENDING J-ROK Power Ballad Champions⊠Dodo-A-Gogo!)
Both teams can be seen at the top of the stadium. There is a wide scaffolding above everyone in the venue with an insane exploding barbed wire net below the scaffolding and starting from above the fans to the lower section of the venue. The charges are set and the match is ready as the bell rings with both teams on each side of the scaffold, ready to duke it out.
J-ROK Power Ballad Championship
Psycho Circus Death Match
Rage and Fury vs. Dodo-A-Gogo (Lisa Seldon and Anna Daniels) ©
Both teams would be careful not to fall while throwing kicks and punches to one another. Theyâd stay low and try to push one another off any chance they would get. Anna would try and hurricarana to Rage and get him off, but heâd hang onto her. Sheâd hang onto the edge of the scaffolding as Rage would climb back up using her as a ladder or rope of sorts. Everyone would get back up soon enough.
Psycho KGB: (A very dangerous and devastating match so far. Both teams taking it slow, which is a solid strategy in this type of match up.)
We get back to the action and we see Rage with a chain and Fury with a small cannon ball in hand. Lisa has a Bull Horn, like a real bulls horn and Anna has a noose. Rage starts trying to whip Lisa while Anna starts doing the same to Fury. Lisa Grabs the Chain and pulls Rage towards her, She trips him and jabs him in the eye with the bulls horn.
MUSHI: (Now this is how you really take out an eye!)
Fury chucks the cannonball at Lisa, who gets hit in the gut with it. She falls after this. Rage grabs the horn and starts driving it deep into the head of Seldon now. She starts to show the crimson mask as Anna comes behind him and chokes him with the noose. She hangs him off the edge, choking the life out of him. Lisa starts working on Fury with the Bull Horn now. Driving it in his ear.
Rage slowly stops moving and Anna drops his lifeless, and for legal reasons we say this figuratively, body to the net below he drops and we see a huge explosion and fireworks go off.
Psycho KGB: (Holly shit! That was nuts!)
Now Fury is left in a two on one disadvantage, heâd fight them both off the best he could. Choking out Anna and using the cannonball again to attack Lisa. Heâd hit her with a fury of strikes and finish it off with a spinning heel hook, causing her to come flying off the scaffolding too. Again a huge explosion would go off rattling everyone.
The final two would be Fury and Daniels, battling it out and seeing who wins for their team. Anna and Fury would trade strikes, blocking and reversing moves like it was a kung-fu movie fight scene. Anna would drop down below the scaffolding after kicking Fury down there and him dragging her down too. Theyâd trade hits before both would manage to climb up to the top again. Fury would go for his finisher but couldnât get all of it. Anna would hit the brazillian kick she calls the Interrobang out of nowhere and down would go Fury soon after. Falling into the abyss. An explosion and fire works would go off again as Anna would win the match for her team.
Fumio Daemura: (Your winners of this match and STILL J-ROK Power Ballad Champions⊠Dodo-A-Gogo!)
The crowd instinctively boos upon seeing the return of Angela DeWitt, someone you should know from one of the XHF Network's former companies
Angela DeWitt: Ladies and gentlemen, I have BREAKING NEWS!
They boo even louder.
DeWitt: I have just signed a contract to become XHFâs resident pay-per-view interviewer! I am excited about this responsibility, and have been tasked with interviewing a former X-Crown champion in advance of tonightâs title match!
The crowd cheers for the potential interview, not the interviewer. She is standing in front of a large door.
DeWitt: So please welcome, my interview subjectâŠ
The figure opens the door and steps out. The crowd roars in approval.
DeWitt: Oh God, not you!
Subject #42: Ragh!
The former X-Crown champion looks offended. Some Good Samaritan has gotten it to wear a mask to abide by COVID guidelines.
DeWitt: You threw me in the ocean! Iâm not interviewing you!
Subject #42: Ragh ragh ragh, ragh ragh.
DeWitt: Dammit. Fine.
DeWitt sighs. She shakes her head and begins the interview.
DeWitt: Subject #42, you are a former X-Crown champion, winning all of the gold in your first big match for the Crown in last yearâs Night of Champions Tower Match. Do you have any advice for those who might be fighting their first main event match on the biggest XHF stage for the Crown?
Subject leans into the microphone.
Subject #42: Ragh ragh ragh ragh ragh ragh ragh ragh. Ragh ragh raghâŠ. Ragh.
DeWitt: How the hell am I supposed to understand you?
Subject shrugs.
Subject #42: Ragh.
DeWitt: They never said how many questions I had to ask, so uh⊠you know what, this is our last question! Who do you have winning tonightâs match?
Subject leans back to think. It puts a giant hand to its temple as it ponders the thought. There is a weird shift in the world -- a random sound goes off, but neither DeWitt or Subject acknowledge it.
Subject #42: Ragh raghragh.
DeWitt: Right on. I can see why youâd pick Yuki Sakabara, the queen of Dest-
DeWitt stops in her tracks, realizing what the hell just happened.
DeWitt: Wait a minute --- did I just understand you?!
Subject #42: Ragh ragh?
DeWitt: I did! Holy hell!
Subject #42: Ragh!
DeWitt: Wait, do you understand me, too?
Subject moves closer, putting a massive hand on her shoulder.
Subject #42: Ragh ragh ragh raghragh ragh, ragh.
Subjectâs tone is all sorts of weird. Is it⊠is it flirting?
Subject #42: Ragh ragh ragh.
DeWitt puts a hand over her chest.
DeWitt: Be still, my beating heart!
The two continue their chat as the camera fades. The audience doesnât really know how to respond, and neither does your friendly neighborhood narrator, so letâs move on.
King: What, she's gonna keep working here!?
Hawke: It looks like Mongo's given her a full contract
King: I'd question her and #42's relationship- but everything is legal in Mexico, go for it you two!
Hawke: Up next we're gonna turn things back over to MCCW owner Aleister Mayfield and see if Nelly Angel can overcome the wall that is Leon Chant to become the new MCCW North American Champion
MCCW North American Championship
Tournament Finals
"The Hired Gun" Leon Chant vs. Nelly Angel
The opening of the Gameâs âOne Bloodâ hits the pa system and El Combatiente follows his manager Javier onto the stage. They look around soaking up there surrounding until El Combatiente breaks into a full sprint for the ring and see in. Javier slowly walks to ringside and takes the steps into the ring. Once in the ring Javier is handed a mic from ring announcer Bonnie Jenkins and he joins his client in the center of the ring.
Javier: Two travesties occurred for us tonight. One, my client, the biggest up and coming star in SWAT was not booked for the super show in the country of his family. His heritage is rooted here in Mexico. His family blood is rooted in Lucha Libre yet he couldnât find a match. I rectified that by getting my client a match with one of his family members as a dark match for this show. A cousin who is a regular here in Mexico City.
Javier stops to take a breath and let it sink in for the crowd and the audience at home what a great manager he is.
Javier: The second travesty is that we couldnât have a large crowd here to see my client and his cousin tear the house down and bring traditional Lucha Libre to the main stream. Many citizens of this great country are left our due to the limited crowd size thanks to the pandemic. I also fixed that by teaming with one of Mexicoâs biggest sports sponsors Corona, no relation to the pandemic, to live stream that match to the entire country.
Javier pauses again as the crowd breaks out in a âLucha Libreâ chant and Javier hands the mic over to his client.
El Combatiente: Durante años luchĂ© para llegar a este punto. Una vez vendĂ mi alma para llegar aquĂ solo para que me la quitaran igual de rĂĄpido, pero hoy estoy aquĂ y aunque no defendĂ mi Campeonato de TelevisiĂłn SWAT esta noche, se siente bien haber actuado frente a mi gente. No podrĂa haber llegado a este punto sin el amor y el apoyo de mis compatriotas y mujeres. Gracias y juntos podemos volver a poner a Lucha Libre en el centro de atenciĂłn.
(For years I fought to get to this point. I once sold my soul to get here only for it to be stripped away from me just as fast, but today I am here and although I didnât defend my SWAT Television Championship tonight it feels good to have performed in front of my people. I couldnât have made it to this point without the love and support of my countrymen and women. Thank you and together we can bring Lucha Libre back into the spotlight.)
The crowd pops as El Combatiente hands the mic back to his manager.
Javier: Let tonight be a lesson to anyone who wants to attempt to take my client on for his championship or not. He will not back down. He will not give up. We will find a way. If my client is not booked when he should be, Iâll get him there somehow. If not enough people can see my client, I will find a way to gain exposure. If my client is in trouble, I will find a way to get him out of it. Most of all, if my client is in danger of losing, I will do what is necessary to make him win, anything.
Javier walks to the ropes and hands the mic back to Bonnie Jenkins as âOne Bloodâ begins to play again and we cut to a commercial for End Of Days.
Hawke: Welcome back guys, and coming up now, we have the SWAT feature match for the night. With the SWAT World Tag Team Champions Rally Jackson and Tuxedo Mask defending their belts against K-Jax and Lunchbox Larry. What an encounter this is going to be, representing the Society of the New Breed Rally and Tux have been on a roll and since their arrival, Larry and Kirby have been a breath of fresh air and taken the tag division by storm.
King: SWAT have a proud tag division, which is showcased each year at the Anzac Cup. These two teams met there this year in the first round with K-Jax and Larry defeating the tag champs, and this title defence has been long overdue since
Hate or Glory" by Gesaffelstein hits and Rally Jackson and Tuxedo Mask make their way down the ramp way. Rally is taking his time and looks seriously out of shape, he gets in the ring and struts around in a confident manner and then cracks his own neck and the ref approaches him and starts patting him down. Tux stops to flirt with a young lady in the crowd, then slides in and joins Rally in the ring, referee Mike Donovan patting him down too
Bonnie Jenkins: The following contest is scheduled for ONE fall and is for the SWAT World Tag Team CHAMPIONSHIPS!!! Introducing FIRST, representing the Society of the New Breed!!! . Coming in at a combined weight of 485 pounds .... .... THE GOLDEN GOD ..... RALLY JACKSON!!! And âŠ.. TUXEDO MASK!!!!
Hawke: I've heard that El Combatiente doesn't really like Tuxedo Mask
King: I think it's more that his manager doesn't appreciate his mask style
Hawke: Huh, weird reason to hate somebody
Bonnie Jenkins: And introducing their opponents, coming in at a combined weight of 493 pounds ⊠K-JAX!!!!! AND ⊠LUNCHBOX LARRY!!!!!!
"Old Town Maine" by Lucas Deely begins to play. Lunchbox Larry and K-JAX step out from behind the curtain. Larry is laser focused on the ring as soon as it's in sight. He raises up a fist and runs down the ramp with K-JAX swaggering behind him. Larry brings down the arm as he nears the ring and jump slides in
Hawke: I still don't quite understand this team
King: Well, one is K-Jax, the other is Lunchbox Larry
Hawke: That- that's not what I meant and you know it
Lunchbox Larry performs a quick push-up and pops up onto his feet. He runs to the nearest corner, jumps up the turnbuckle, and raises a fist to the crowd. He has yet to actually look at the crowd. He jumps down, runs to the opposite corner, jumps up on the turnbuckle, and raises his fist again. Head still lowered. The fans, understanding he's weird, cheer him on regardless
SWAT World Tag Team Title
K-Jax and Lunchbox Larry vs. Society of the New Breed (Tuxedo Mask and "The Golden God" Rally Jackson) ©
Hawke: Referee Mike Donovan calls for the bell and we are underway. K-Jax and Rally starting things off for their respective teams. Collar elbow tie up and Rally powers the smaller K Jax to the ropes. Rally with a knee to the gut of K Jax takes the wind out of him and then Irish whips Kirby, Kirby bounces off the ropes and Rally goes for a clothesline, Kirby ducks under it and bounces off the opposite ropes and Rally goes for a leap frog but barely gets his feet off the ground and Kirby runs right into him.
King: Did you see that? Rally just botched the leap frog.
Hawke: I donât think itâs a âbotchâ, the man is struggling with his weight in his later years and as he would have found out at his sensitivity training, that is not his fault.
King: Well then whoâs fault is it Hawke? Societys?
Hawke: He IS the Society ⊠of the New Breed that is.
King: I think you could use some sensitivity training, because that punchline SUCKED!
K Jax is angry with Rally missing the leap frog and shoves him in the chest but the Golden God doesnât budge. Kirby chops him in the chest lighting him up and Rally no sells it and levels K Jax with a HUGE headbutt.
Hawke: Big headbutt and that may have broken the nose of K Jax. Rally locks on an arm ringer and tags in Tuxedo Mask. Tux slings into the ring over the top rope and drives his knee into the upper arm of Kirby as he does so, Rally taking a powder on the outside.
King: The guy looks cooked already Hawke.
Hawke: Heâll be right, K Jax is one tough cookie from what I have seen in watching SWAT.
King: Not K Jax you Moran! Rally! Look at him, he is swigging down that water like he just ran a marathon.
Snap suplex by Tux to K Jax. K Jax then whips Tux to the ropes and Tux bounces off with a Handspring huracanrana.
Hawke: Tuxedo Mask one of the best high fliers there is in SWAT! What a move!
King: Kirby is definitely bleeding from the nose, that headbutt earlier I think has broken it.
Hawke: K Jax fighting back here and he drills Tux with a rear waistlock, German suplex!
King: K Jax follows it up with a big Saito suplex!
Hawke: Tux quick back to his feet ⊠K Jax with the DROPKICK! The stuff legends are made of!
King: Big Larry on the outside yelling for the tag, and K Jax happy to accommodate him.
Kirby tags in Larry. Larry comes into the ring a house of fire and takes Tux down with a big right hand. Rally runs in and Larry sends him sailing right back over the top rope with a right hand for him. Larry then with another to Tux.
Hawke: Couple of knuckle sandwiches there for the Society.
King: They werenât the full knuckle sandwich though. More an entrĂ©e.
Hawke: Larry drills Tux with a big spinebuster. He then connects with a bulldog. Locks in a bear hug and K Jax tags himself in. Larry still with the bearhug applied ⊠springboard double knee to the head by K Jax and Larry comes down with it too at the same time with a front slam wheel barrow like spine buster maneuver.
King: I smell new tag team champions Hawke.
K Jax with the cover, Donovan makes a two count and Rally breaks the count. K Jax yells at Rally to get out of the ring, and Donovan abmonishes him also. Rally gets in the face of K Jax, he is getting steamed, and Donovan physically gets between them and points to the outside for Rally, Tuxedo Mask rolls K Jax up but Donovan is missing the count occupied with Rally. Rally realises what is going on and leaves the ring and Donovan quickly drops for a two count and K Jax rolls the shoulder.
Hawke: Nice kick out there by K Jax, Tux could have had him if his partner wasnât distracting the ref.
King: Donovan shoulda been paying attention to whatâs going on in the ring, not messing around with Rally.
K Jax with a Pele kick to Tux sends Tux flying into the corner and K Jax then with a big running cannonball to Tux. K Jax tags Larry back in and the big man hoists Tux up and drills him into the mat with a big powerslam.
Hawke: Lunchbox Larry is ALL power! What impact that was, they bounced off the ring.
King: Heâs a bit ⊠slow âŠ.
Hawke: There was nothing slow about that powerslam, he planted him into the mat with authority.
King: I mean ⊠you know ⊠up here.
Hawke: He isnât slow, he is just thoughtful. You could take a thing or two from Lunchbox Larry, King.
Larry stays on Tux and delivers a pausing vertical suplex. He then nails a big back breaker.
Hawke: How long did he hold him up there in that vertical? And what a backbreaker! Poor Tux is broken in half.
King: Folded him up like a cheap suit!
Larry with the cover, gets a two count but again Rally breaks the count.
Hawke: Double ax handle from Larry to Rally!
King: Tuxbuster (cartwheel handspring into a Bronco buster) from Tux to Larry!
Hawke: K Jax flies into the ring ⊠FLYING ASSHOLE!!!
King: Rally chuckles at Tux coping the asshole, and then winks to K Jax. Hurls him into the corner and runs in with a huge avalanche! Rally then backs it up and gives the stinkface to K Jax! STINK FACE HAWKE!!!
Hawke: Larry grabs Rally by the back of the neck and runs him into the opposite corner and thrusts his head into the corner at full speed. The Hangry Buckler!!! Told you he was quick.
King: I donât know what took more out of Rally, the face being smashed full tilt into the buckle, or the quick sprint there.
Hawke: Tuxmission (dragon sleeper spider crab) Tux begging Larry to submit! Who is even legal King?
King: Stuffed If I know, thatâs your job to keep track off. What a submission though by Tux, see how he has it locked in so deep? Perfectly executed.
Hawke: K Jax breaks the submission with a Space Driving Tiger Flop (Sasuke Special). This is frantic King.
King: Indeed. Cover by K Jax, I think this might be it âŠ
Rally breaks the count at two and Ÿâs.
Hawke: Rally with ANOTHER save! He drags K Jax up to the top rope âŠâŠ. Rio Deal '02 - top rope ganso bomb!!!!!
King: I think K Jax may be dead!
Rally covers, hooks the leg, Larry breaks the count at 2 and 7/8s.
Hawke: It doesnât get any closer folks. Whatâs this? Larry is going for a gorilla press on Rally.
King: He canât lift him up Hawke!
The fans cheering Larry on to pick up the big Golden God. He has him half off the ground and Tuxedo Mask puts the breaks on taking out his knee with a big chop block.
Hawke: Timely save by Tux, I think Larry was about to get him up too King.
King: Maybe âŠ
Rally with the Sorry Miss Jackson (dominator) I am For Real (lifted back up into a package piledriver) on Larry. Tux grabs K Jax and drills him with the Moonlight Waltz!!! Double underhook sunset flip power bomb
Hawke: MOONLIGHT WALTZ!!! MOONLIGHT WALTZ!!!
King: K Jax is on dream street!
Hawke: Rally locks on the heel hook on K Jax, THE RIO SQUEL!!! Larry goes to make the save but Tux cuts him off and spears him and himself thru the ropes to the outside âŠ.
King: He is going to tap! K Jax is going to tap âŠâŠ
Hawke: HE DOES! ITS OVER! SOCIETY OF THE NEW BREED RETAIN THE TAG STRAPS!
King: Huge victory for the champs.
Hawke: Valiant effort by the challengers also. Tag team wrestling is alive and well in SWAT King.
King: Thriving is what it is.
Bonnie Jenkins: Your winners and STILL SWAT Tag Team Champions âŠâŠ THE GOLDEN GOD RALLY JACKSON âŠ. TUXEDO MASK âŠâŠ. THE SOCIETY OF THE NREW BREED!!!!!
Some members of the crowd launch into cheers of enthusiasm as a graphic pops up on the screen.
Bonnie Jenkins: The following match is....
She looks at her cheat cards.
Bonnie Jenkins: Oh...screw that. Nope, you're own your own.
The XHF Network's ring announcer then runs off as ominous music begins to play and spotlights shine on the stage area. Slowly a cage is brought out hanging in a small crane. Inside the cage is Goldbear. His facial hair is overgrown and his bear suit is dirty and matted. Behind the crane is Magnus who is shouting instructions to the crane operator. The crane reaches the ring and lifts it up and places it inside. In the ring the ref walks to the ring and reluctantly opens the door to the cage and quickly backs away. Goldbear calmly steps out of the cage as the crane operator takes the cage out and Magnus takes position at the announcers table.
Magnus: This on? Okay. Weâre set for the GUNS portion of the show, so the best part. In the ring is...Goldbear I think. All I really know is Iâve been feeding him in the basement of Venomâs gym for months and this is his first time out so who knows what will happen.
âRAAAAAAWRâ is heard over the P.A. system and Goldbear II comes out into the stage walking in his hind legs. He sits at the top of the stage and pyros blast off behind him. Goldbear II then stands up on all fours and runs to the ring and up the stairs. In the ring he stands up on all fours and lets out a big roar.
Magnus: Goldbear II came back on the final episode of season 2 of the Gun Show and... demanded this rematch?
A cage slowly lowers around the ring trapping the two inside the ring together. The ref looks apprehensive at being locked in with these two.
Magnus: This wasnât originally scheduled to be a cage match but for liability purposes we have been directed by our lawyers to make it a cage match for the safety of all the staff on site.
GUNS Bear Necessities Championship
No DQ Match...In a Cage
Goldbear II vs. Undead Goldbear I ©
The ref calls for the bell and the sound of the bell seems to awaken Goldbear as he springs forward and nails Goldbear II with a spear. Goldbear II hits the mat hard and Goldbear reaches down and lifts the bear up to his feet. He quickly raises him and slams him down with a jackhammer!
Magnus: Oh my God! Goldbear just lifted a 400 pound bear and slammed him like he was nothing.
Goldbear makes the cover but Goldbear II forcibly kicks out before the ref can even count one. Goldbear quickly scrambles to his feet after being thrown off and quickly moves to help Goldbear II to his feet as he struggles to get up. Goldbear whips him into the ropes and charges and again nails him with a spear.
Magnus: He nearly broke the bear in half. Is this going to be enough though?
Goldbear quickly pulls his opponent back up and looks for the jackhammer again but Goldbear II brushes Goldbear off with a backhand chop. Goldbear II then nails Goldbear with both paws a move known as grizzly magnum. Goldbearâs chest begins to seep blood through the bear suit causing it to turn red in the fur. Goldbear grabs at his injured chest taking his eyes off of Goldbear II and Goldbear II responds with a kick to the stomach doubling Goldbear over. Goldbear II takes a step back and runs at Goldbear and climbs in his back and his momentum takes him over for a flip landing a Mother Nature Destroyer!
Magnus: A 400 pound bear just hit an undead man in a bear costume with a destroyer!!! You only see this kind of stuff on the Gun Show.
Goldbear is spiked and bounces in the air and lands in his back. Goldbear II slowly crawls over and lays down on top of his opponent. The ref counts the three and Goldbear II wins.
Winner and NEW Bear Necessities Champion: Goldbear II
Magnus: And we have a new champion. Now to get the hell out of here before this turns into an episode of when animals attack!
Magnus runs away as the cage is lifted and the ref is handed the Bear Necessities Championship. The ref hands Goldbear II the belt from a careful distance. Goldbear II takes it by the strap in his mouth and drops to all fours and leaves. Stage hands come out to check on Goldbear, but he lets out a scream and knocks all the stage hands down and runs out of the ring and through where the crowd would be and vanishes.
Hawke: Up next is Northern Pro Wrestling's spotlight match as Eric Dane takes on Oxford Osland for the Canadian Commonwealth Championship. The history between these two has been well documented. Oxford Osland was the unquestioned big man on campus in the North American Wrestling Council throughout 2019, and through the beginning of 2020. Osland felt compelled to test his skills against the very best, which included calling out legends like Eric Dane. Osland went as far as to bully and abuse Dane's estranged son, all in order to get the hall of farmer's attention. Be careful what you wish for, As Eric Dane answered the call and defeated Osland for the Canadian Commonwealth Championship in May.
King: Wow! You did your homework!
Hawke: Gotta keep your ear to the ground when you've got big matches all night. Anyway, since then, Osland and his cronies have put Eric Dane on the shelf. They went after the knee that has plagued Dane throughout the latter part of his career, and did so with no remorse. We were told that Eric Dane would compete tonight at Night of Champions, but at what level - we couldn't be sure.
King: I thought he had retired to a managerial position in AWF
Hawke: Yeah but once NPW made it to the Network, he could no longer resist the siren call of the ring
King: I know all about that!
Bonnie Jenkins: The following match will be wrestled under Lumberjack rules with a thirty minute time limit and it is for the NPW Canadian Commonwealth Championship! Making his way out to the ring accompanied by I-69, Oxford Osland!
Oxford Osland and I-69 were out first, and they did all they could to incite the crowd. Osland even went as far as to imply that Eric Dane wouldn't make it to the event, as he had ended his career. The level of disregard for this upcoming confrontation was enough to make anyone's stomach turn. As Osland nonchalantly entered the ring, he was flanked by Allan Joseph and Wayne Sherlock who are collectively known as I-69. A homage to the Interstate that flows through their respective hometowns in the state of Michigan.
King: Oh my, it looks like Oxford brought some friends!
Hawke: I'm being told that both men are going be bringing out some help to assist in this match, within rules of course
King: Haha, bringing your friends out as lumberjacks, smart thinking there!
Osland told Sherlock and Joseph to wait in the ring with him. As the moments passed, the thought that Eric Dane might not actually make it to ring started to fall lover the crowd. Osland leaned over the top rope and started to mock Dane's injured knee. More time passes, and Osland starts doing jumping jacks in the ring after saying this was as active as he expected to be there tonight. Osland told the referee to go find his Canadian Commonwealth Championship and declare him the winner.
RAAAAAAHHH
Hawke: If only it were that easy Oxford.
King: Oh wow, here comes Dane with his cavalry!
Osland looked shocked, but here he was.
Bonnie Jenkins: Now making their way to the ring.....Eric Dane......Tryone Walker.....and Stephen Greer; they are Team Danger!
The crowd were on their feet to welcome the legendary trio. Walker and Greer lead the way, and pointed in direction of the ring to let Osland and his boys know that they were there to keep order. Behind them, Eric Dane was on crutches, and hobbled his way to the ring area with the Canadian Commonwealth Championship slumped over his shoulder.
Hawke: I gotta say, Dane isn't looking real good
King: Yeah if he can barely walk, how can he wrestle?
Walker and Greer walked up the steps and helped Dane slowly walk up the steps, with his crutches in hand. Osland was standing in the far corner, and started to laugh, as he it was clear that Dane couldn't put any weight on his on that leg, and knew that he would be at a decided advantage. The crowd went silent, as they watched Dane gingerly enter through the ropes with assistance from his Team Danger colleagues.
King: They can help him now but once that bell rings....
Dane winced as he hobbled to the corner, while keeping his eyes locked on Osland. And then...boom.
RAAAAAAHHH!!!
Hawke: What a swerve by Dane!
King: Oh wow, I even fell for this... I mean, he's just a great actor and all...
It was here that Eric Dane threw his crutches over the top rope, and bounced in his place in the corner. The games were over, and Eric Dane was putting full weight on both legs, and looked like he was ready for action! Osland whispered instructions to I-69 about how they were going to navigate the LumberJack Rules of this contest. Sherlock and Joseph exited the ring, and Team Danger did the same. The referee took the Canadian Commonwealth Championship and raised it above his head, symbolizing to the audience that this was indeed a championship match.
NPW Canadian Commonwealth Championship
30 Minute Lumberjack Match
Oxford Osland w/ I-69 vs. Eric Dane © w/ Team Danger
When the bell sounded, Dane rushed Osland, who ducked out of the ring and stood near I-69 and tried to bait Dane into walking into an ambush. Dane thought better of it, and sat on the middle rope to invite Osland back into the match. Walker and Greer started to circle Osland and I-69, and they seemed tempted to get this battle started the old fashioned way if Osland refused to engage.
Hawke: Osland is refusing to engage, c'mon young buck - saddle up!
King: I don't blame him to be honest.
Osland finally decided to roll under the bottom rope, and Dane was waiting on him and the brawl was on. Osland took some serious punishment from Dane, who had him bouncing from pillar to post with stiff shots. When Osland tried to hightail it out of the ring again, Dane grabbed him by the trunks and pulled him back in. Dane whipped him around, and spiked him with a vicious DDT. He floated over the the pin and the crowd erupted, wondering if the match would be over that quickly... But Osland was able to get his shoulder up before the three count. A collective sigh fell over the crowd, as it was clear who they were standing behind in this contest.
Hawke: That was close!
Joseph got up on the apron, trying to distract the referee, which is when Tyrone Walker rushed him and yanked him off, while Greer was ready to pounce if Sherlock attempted anything shady. Walker and Joseph squared off briefly, with Walker getting the best of him - before the referee admonished both sides and told them to remain on their respective side of the ring to carry out the 'LJ' rules.
Hawke: The Lumber Jacks are a unique twist to this rivalry, and we're already seeing their importance.
King: Talk about a potential distraction for both Dane and Osland. The referee is going to have to remain sharp!
Dane continued to work over Osland, until he was thumbed in the eye. Osland was already breathing heavy after the near fall, as he realized in that moment how quickly his quest to regain his championship could've been over. Osland reared back and delivered the stiffest right hand possible, that dropped Dane to one knee. Osland followed it up with a shining wizard, and the impact echoed throughout the arena.
King: Ow! I'm feeling that just watching it!
Hawke: Yeah, I wouldn't wanna be Dane after seeing those hits!
Osland then tossed Dane out of the ring over on his side of the ring, and I-69 jumped on Dane. as they rolled him back under the ropes, they took the opportunity to execute a few stiff body shots that could come back to haunt Dane later in the contest. Greer was on the referee's case about allowing that type of abuse to continue. The referee played it off like he didn't see it, which was probably true because Osland was bending his ear about how he needed to watch Dane's dirty tactics.
Hawke: Are you guys seeing this!?
King: Alls well in love and lumberjacks!
By the time Dane was rolled back into the ring, you can sense that he was a little short on air. Osland grabbed him by his hair, talked a little trash to him before executing a delayed vertical suplex. Osland wipes his hands, and played to the crowd about how gloriously textbook the suplex was.
Hawke: I'm starting to really enjoy watching Osland work over Dane! What a suplex!
King: He's certainly not lacking in the confidence department.
Osland didn't follow it up with a pinfall, instead his irish whipped Dane into the ropes and caught with a nasty back elbow strike that dropped him. Osland walked over to Tyrone Walker and flicked his chin in his direction before spitting near Greer's feet. It was clear that Osland felt compelled to shine up the entire Team Danger stable as a means of proving the dominance of his era versus theirs. There is no denying Osland's talent, but his propensity to be disrespectful to everyone along the way is enough to soil his accomplishments in the eyes of the masses.
King: Hey, focus on the match!
Hawke: Maybe this is part of a larger game plan- you can't forget the psychological aspect
Osland then took a few shots at Dane while he laid on the mat, before teasing a figure four legs lock, and this is where Dane pushed out of the potential situation, and shot Osland sternum first into the turnbuckle. When he bounced back, Dane caught him with a backstabber. With Dane now getting back to an even playing field, he was fighting with great fire, and the fans were behind him.
King: Things are about to heat up!
A running hook clothesline was next, as he nearly turned Osland inside out. A traditional piledriver was next, and then a near fall. Dane kept on the attack, and seemed to enjoy blistering Osland at every turn. The momentum in the match turned when Dane hit the ropes near Sherlock, who extended his hand to trip Dane. When Dane turned around, Osland was there to chop block his injured knee. Dane fell to the canvas in a heap, and Osland made it crystal clear that he was going to target Dane's weakness with the hopes of forcing him to quit.
Hawke: Dane can try to assert his power all he wants, but if Osland keeps knocking him down it'll be hard for him to get back up every time
King: I doubt that logic is going to stop him from trying though!
After three consecutive dragon screw leg whips, Dane was in noticeable pain - at which point Osland slapped on a figure four leg lock to try and force Dane to tap. Dane was in clear pain and discomfort. He was able to work his way to the ropes, but before he could reach them, Sherlock on the outside held the ropes back so Dane couldn't grab them. That was the final straw, as Walker leapt from the ring steps and blistered Sherlock with a diving forearm smash. Joseph looked to get involved but Greer caught him with a Hellfire Lariat!
Hawke: Ty Walker with a big save!
King: Sherlock got caught with his hand in the cookie jar.
The crowd was going crazy, as the referee turned his back to try to slow down the ruckus. In the confusion, Dane grabbed one of the crutches he brought to the ring and broke it over Osland's back while he was distracted. The referee didn't see it either. These are the kind of slick tactics that we've grown to know Dane is capable of. As Osland dropped to the mat, Dane hobbled over to him and found the strength to get him up in the air and planted him head first into the mat with a Star Driver~!! The referee was in position, and he made the three count! (14:22)
Bonnie Jenkins: Your winner and STILLLLL Canadian Commonwealth Champion -- Eric Dane!
Hawke: What a match. In the end, the wiley veteran was more resourceful, and found a way to pull out a victory!
King: Look at Osland, he looks completely defeated.
We watched as Sherlock and Joseph pulled Osland out of the ring, and carried him over their shoulders back to the locker room area. We watched as Eric Dane, Ty Walker and Stephen Greer took a moment to themselves in the ring in front of the fans, before bowing out. Dane draped the championship gold over his shoulder, and left the ringside area with his head held high.
The feed begins to turn into white noise before the J-ROK Logo appears on the screen. A masked man appears on the screen in a suit. Itâs the owner of J-ROK, a mysterious man or one who has been very health conscious since Corona hit the world. The man who owns the largest company on the XHF Network doesnât usually show himself, but tonight is different. Tonight is special.
J-ROK Owner: [Translated from Japanese via subtitles] (Good evening everyone as many of you may or may not know, I am the owner of J-ROK, one of the largest promotions going. Weâve recently had a little thorn in our side in the name of FWA. Solomon Graham youâre days are numbered my friend and sooner than later youâll realize how superior we are to your boring outdated style of wrestling. I know youâve seen our warnings, but this is your final one Graham! Weâll show the world that our newer style is far better than your boomer trash! Even if you have some talented workers theyâre far too limited with your silly rules and standards!)
J-ROK Owner: (But enough about the FWA, i also have more important matters. J-ROK will kick off this years End of Days in the Tokyo Dome this September on the 27th with our Pay-Per-View Psychedelic Violence; Crime of Visual Shock. Main Eventing that event will be the undefeated J-ROK Visual Kei Champion STRiFE taking on The King of Hokkaido Brad Swann who is also undefeated in J-ROK. Also with this event being co-ran as a global event we invite all of those who are apart of our alliances and on the network to take part of this big and important event as well.)
J-ROK Owner: (Weâre also looking for those interested in a mystery show for Halloween. Weâll have a party that month as well. Please show up. No one really came to the 4th of July one and it made me really sad. I donât want to have to make it mandatory and fire people who donât show up! Anyways, weâre holding a mystery event in October as well. Please join us for that outsiders! Weâll need people to lose to our superior talent! I mean⊠we need cool people to get us more vie- i mean we need cool people like you.)
J-ROK Owner: (We dare any of you to find a better tag team then those in our promotion too. We seriously doubt there is any apart from those sexy Borgias who only come once or twice a year. You can prove how good you are by entering our soon to be named tag team tournament in November! Sign ups⊠well weâre not sure when those start but weâre always scouting the best tag teams in the world. And weâre always planning for the future. Enjoy the rest of the show folks, and enjoy the best tag teams in the world fight for the best tag team belt in the world in that Psycho Circus Death match. Farewell.)
The feed cuts back to normal soon after.
Hawke: Let's move on to one of the most anticipated matches one the card. Vincent Draven and Seth Dillinger have been involved in a blood feud over at our friends in the Ascension Wrestling Federation.
King: This match could make it a more literal blood feud. This match could get crazy.
Hawke: I don't think there's any could about it. Are you ready to say it with me, King
Both Announcers: BRING DOWN THE CAGE!
Spotlights search over the massive steel structure as it lowers to surround the ring. The foreboding steel structure drops down to floor level, the lights following it down as it encloses the entire ring and ringside area.
King: Who will get the advantage in the structure?
Hawke: All I know is that this is going to get violent. Those of a sensitive nature are now warned.
King: Let's throw it over to the gorgeous Jessie Love.
Jessie Love: El siguiente combate estĂĄ programado para una caĂda
Crowd: UNA CAĂDA!
Jessie Love: Y es para el AWF Prestige Championsip, LUUUUUCHA EN JAAAAAAAAAULA!
The lights and titantron go pitch black for a few moments as the sound of recording about the play goes through the speakers. Suddenly, the lights come back on- albeit in a royal purple, tinting the arena in purple light.The soft, distorted synth echoes for a few moments. The guitar and drums kick off as the purple lights fade into black, and a single spotlight falls on Draven as he heads down to the ring.
"I'm looking at a face, a pointed chin
Towards the sky in arrogance
It easily betrays the closest friend
A moment lost, no consequence"
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 as 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"
Deception pulls us in, away from you
Away from you, away from you"
Finally, Draven goes under through the cage door and climbs into the ring.
Jessie Love: Introduciendo primero, de partes desconocidas, pesaba 92kg, "El PrĂncipe de las Tinieblas" VIIIIIIIIIINCEEEEEEEEEEENT DRAAAAAAAAAAAAAVEEEEEEEEEEN!
"Imitation, a fabrication
A pretty fake, but counterfeit
An empty carcass behind the artist
Is there a trait of innocence?"
A pretty fake, but counterfeit
An empty carcass behind the artist
Is there a trait of innocence?"
Draven moves to his corner, kneeling down as he holds onto the middle rope with one hand. He slowly takes in his surroundings- before standing back up, slowly, ready for the fight.
Hawke: There's you challenger, The Undying Draven.
King: This guy gives me the creeps, Jojo. I know the AWF fans like him but there's something not right about this kid.
"Timebomb" by Beck blasts into the arena and all the lights change to a cool shade of neon blue. Seth Dillinger struts out to the top of the ramp wearing sunglasses, jeans, and a button-down shirt with the top two buttons undone, showing off just a bit of his pecs. After the countdown timer hits zero.
WE GOT A TIMEBOMB, WE GOT A TIMEBOMB, WE GOT A TIMEBOMB, NANANANA.
WE GOT A WARNING LIGHT, WE GOT A WARNING LIGHT, WE PULL THE TRIGGER IT GOES NANANA.
Jessie Love: Y su oponente, el campeĂłn reinante y defensor de la AWF Prestige Championship, de PEE-AITCH-EYE-ELL-ELL-WHY, pesaba 97.5kg, SEEEEEEEEEEEEEEETH DIIIIIIIIIIIIIILINGEEEEEEEEEER!
Seth starts to stroll down to the ring, smirking at the crowd and soaking up their jeers. When he enters the cage door, he rolls into the ring under the bottom rope, then paces around to each side of the ring, smiling at the crowd.
Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Hawke: Dillinger not the most popular hombre in the state.
King: You can see the crocodile like smile. Dillinger has been sent down a dark path. And it's helping him.
AWF Prestige Championship
Steel Cage Match
No Escapes, Only Pins and Submissions
Seth Dillinger © vs. Vincent Draven
The referee locks the cage door and calls for the bell. Seth and Draven start feeling each other out, sliding around, looking for the perfect position to strike out at their bitter rival. Draven swings a leg around, looking to lash Seth with a kick but Dillinger back off and The Vampire's kick slices through the Mexican air rather than connecting. Always bobbing and weaving, Dillinger responds with a kick of his own, less technically adept but delivered with some speed and Draven lifts a leg to block the worst of the impact with his thigh rather than taking a shot to the ribs.
King: This guy gives me the creeps, Jojo. I know the AWF fans like him but there's something not right about this kid.
"Timebomb" by Beck blasts into the arena and all the lights change to a cool shade of neon blue. Seth Dillinger struts out to the top of the ramp wearing sunglasses, jeans, and a button-down shirt with the top two buttons undone, showing off just a bit of his pecs. After the countdown timer hits zero.
WE GOT A TIMEBOMB, WE GOT A TIMEBOMB, WE GOT A TIMEBOMB, NANANANA.
WE GOT A WARNING LIGHT, WE GOT A WARNING LIGHT, WE PULL THE TRIGGER IT GOES NANANA.
Jessie Love: Y su oponente, el campeĂłn reinante y defensor de la AWF Prestige Championship, de PEE-AITCH-EYE-ELL-ELL-WHY, pesaba 97.5kg, SEEEEEEEEEEEEEEETH DIIIIIIIIIIIIIILINGEEEEEEEEEER!
Seth starts to stroll down to the ring, smirking at the crowd and soaking up their jeers. When he enters the cage door, he rolls into the ring under the bottom rope, then paces around to each side of the ring, smiling at the crowd.
Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Hawke: Dillinger not the most popular hombre in the state.
King: You can see the crocodile like smile. Dillinger has been sent down a dark path. And it's helping him.
AWF Prestige Championship
Steel Cage Match
No Escapes, Only Pins and Submissions
Seth Dillinger © vs. Vincent Draven
The referee locks the cage door and calls for the bell. Seth and Draven start feeling each other out, sliding around, looking for the perfect position to strike out at their bitter rival. Draven swings a leg around, looking to lash Seth with a kick but Dillinger back off and The Vampire's kick slices through the Mexican air rather than connecting. Always bobbing and weaving, Dillinger responds with a kick of his own, less technically adept but delivered with some speed and Draven lifts a leg to block the worst of the impact with his thigh rather than taking a shot to the ribs.
Hawke: Cagey start from these two men.
King: The last thing you need to do is exhaust yourself early, Jojo.
Hawke: Remember this match is decided by pinfall or submission only, no running away in this match.
King: Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide.
Dillinger lashes out with a fierce chop across The Prince Of Darkness' chest, eliciting a loud round of "WOO!" across the scattered, socially distanced crowd. Draven grimaces, baring his fangs in the process. The ever rapid Dillinger fires off a second, then a third chop before pausing to take a breath. He swings his arm again for a fourth attempt, but Draven grasps at the arm and sends Seth reeling across the ring with a powerful Irish whip. Seth rebounds, still out of control and Draven slips to a side, ducking out of Seth's way before pushing HARD into Seth's spine as he heads for the opposite ropes, sending Seth flying face first into the mesh with a metallic crash. Seth rebounds and drops to the mat.
Hawke: The cold, hard, unforgiving steel.
King: These are the matches that will shorten your careers, Jojo. Win or lose.
Picking Seth off the canvas, Draven fires off a couple of swift roundhouse kicks to Seth's ribs before backing the reigning champion back a couple of steps with a European Uppercut. Draven goes in for a second Irish Whip but Seth plants his feet and do see do counters, sending Draven heading towards the cage. Seth leaps off his feet before Draven has a chance to rebound and plants a perfect dropkick in between The Vampire's shoulder blades. This time it's Draven who faceplants into the steel and bounces down onto the canvas. Seth wheels away in celebration to a thunderous chorus of boos.
Hawke: Both competitors giving an iron carbon alloy luch early on.
King: There's no way it's the last time we'll see it either.
Seth drops for a sneaky early cover, looking to end this match quick...
ONE!
TWO!
Draven kicks out on the stroke of two. He clambers to his feet and the pair reset.
Hawke: Probably too early to go for the win.
King: If you don't try, you don't know if it will work.
With Draven standing. Seth tries to soften him up with a forearm. Draven absorbs the blow and fires back with one of his own. Seth winces and fires off a second forearm which the Vampire takes again, eliciting a snarl. Draven fires back quickly with a bust of three rapid fire forearms, staggering Seth. With the extra distance, Seth winds up for a bigger strike but his kick finds air as Draven steps backwards, Seth's momentum spinning him on the spot. With his opponent's back in his sights, Draven quickly grabs a back waistlock, leaning back and sending Seth over The Vampire's head. Seth, being one of the foremost athletes on the Network flips out and lands on his feet but Draven guessed that might happen and backflips himself, connecting flush with Seth with a Pele Kick. Seth slumps against the ropes, but Draven follows quickly with a sweep that takes Dillinger off his feet, Seth steadying himself on the bottom rope but The Vampire hits a rapid facewash boot to stun Seth before rushing the far ropes, rebounding across the whole length of the ring and punting Seth HARD in the ribs.
King: Can I say it, Jojo.
Hawke: Be my guest.
King: PEEEEEEEEEEEEEE KAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY!
Draven hauls Seth up to his feet, kneeing Seth hard in the gut to keep Seth from countering his next move or walking away from the ropes. Draven backs up a step and spins into his opponent, adding extra momentum into a vicious forearm that sends a wad of spit out of Seth's mouth and acring through the air. Draven grabs Seth solidly around the neck and twists Seth around, snapping him down to the canvas with a solid neckbreaker. Draven floats over into a cover...
ONE!
TWO!
T... Seth kicks out with ease.
Hawke: Nice neckbreaker from Draven there.
King: It's far from the most unpleasant thing Draven can do to your neck.
Grabbing Seth by his hair, Draven stands and keeps the champion in his clutches. The Vampire Prince walks Seth nearer the center of the ring, throwing a couple of stiff back elbows to make sure he doesn't let his advantage slip. Another swift knee to Dillinger's abdomen bends Seth double and The Prince Of Darkness locks in a front facelock, draping Seth's arm over Vincent's back. Draven adds a little exertion as he hoists Seth into the air and he holds the inverted Seth steady for a good five or six seconds before sitting out, turning as he drops and driving Seth's head into the mat, hard. A ripple of applause sounds from the crowd. Draven goes straight for a lateral press, hooking the leg...
ONE!
TWO!
TH.. Seth kicks out again.
Crowd: VIN-CENT DRA-VEN *clapclapclapclapclap*
Draven stands up and leans forwards over Dillinger's body. He sniffs the air and stretches his arms out wide, leaning over Seth and grabbing the prone body around the waist. With a grunt and no small amount of effort, Draven muscles Seth off the mat and falls backwards looking to deadlift German Suplex Fillinger from the mat right over... BUT SETH FLIPS OUT OF THE ATTEMPT. Seth slides down and falls to his knees. BUT HE USES THE POSITION TO UPPERCUT DRAVEN IN THE BALLS!
Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Hawke: It's all legal in this match.
King: Legal or not, a punch to the Southern Lower Abdominal region is never fun.
Draven slumps to the mat, clutching his privates as Seth bends double, breathing heavily as he looks to shake off the effects of Draven's flow of offense. The champion looks down at Draven, contemplating whether to go for a cover right away but after a second or two's thought, he simply opts to drag The Vampire to his feet and casually fires Draven across the ring with an Irish Whip. Seth rushes behind Draven and leaps, grabbing Vincent by the back of his head as if to hit a one handed bulldog, but with Draven's proximity to the cage edge, Seth leaps over the ropes, spears Draven's face into the cage and slides down the ring apron, raking The Prince Of Darkness' face across the steel. Seth grins.
Hawke: Innovative use of the cage by Dillinger there.
King: Seth Dillinger has developed a real killer instinct since his change of attitude.
Hawke: The hidden brutality behind one of The Network's formerly most popular stars.
As Draven collapses into a heap in the thin gap between the ring and cage, Seth is still smiling a sickening smile. Seth slowly, deliberately climbs on top of the ring apron and dives off, dropping the point of his elbow into the supine Draven's ribcage. Draven is forced to exhale sharply as Seth walks over to the ring steps and carelessly breaks their arrangement, leaving a nasty angle pointing towards The Vampire's head. Seth drags Draven up by the arm and fires The Prince Of Darkness off with a short, downwards angled Irish Whip that sends Draven shoulder first into the corner of the steps. There is an almost manic glee on Seth's face as he surveys the damage before draping Draven's limp body over the steps.
Hawke: What is Seth Dillinger up to?
King: I don't know, Jojo. But it's not going to be good for Vincent Draven.
Seth climbs onto the ring apron and up to the second turnbuckle with an alarming speed and Vincent Draven has no time to recover before Seth turns and LEAPS OFF THE SECOND BUCKLE INTO A DOUBLE FOOT STOMP ON DRAVEN'S RIBS. Seth slides off Draven and lands with a cat like balance on his feet at floor level. Stalking Draven like a leopard would his prey, Seth gets an angle on Draven's head and the champion drags his challenger to a suspended position, his lower body supported by the upturned steps, his head cradled in Seth's arm. Seth RUNS UP THE SIDE OF THE CAGE, HITTING A FLIPPING NECKBREAKER ON DRAVEN AND LANDING ON HIS FEET AGAIN! Seth gives a mocking bow to the crowd who respond with a mix of amazement and hatred, the most mixed of all pops.
Hawke: That was amazing, King.
King: Beauty and brutality. They don't have to be mutually exclusive.
Satisfied with the amount of damage he's managed to do to his vampiric challenger, Seth picks Draven off the mat and throws him carelessly into the ring. The Sadistic Party Animal kicks out at the slumped Vampire, adding a little extra damage and flipping Draven fully onto his back. Looking more pleased with himself than an observer should find comfortable, Seth steps on Draven's chest as he positions himself on the hard camera side of The Prince Of Darkness' body before leaping into a backflip, landing flush on Draven and into a pinning position...
ONE!
TWO!
TH... Draven kicks out.
Hawke: Is Seth being too flashy for his own good here?
King: Not at all, Jojo. Seth wanted to add a little extra impact before the pin and he was unlucky it didn't work.
Dillinger rolls away and back to his feet. Seeing his opponent is slow to get up, Seth backs up into a corner and begins tearing away at the turnbuckle pad, exposing the steel ring underneath, always looking over his shoulder to check on the status of his challenger. As Draven slowly begins to lift his head off the canvas, Seth charges in at full speed, driving both feet into The Vampire's head with a basement dropkick. The champion KIPS UP and begins slowly beckoning Draven to his feet, mockingly. As The Prince Of Darkness stands, swaying with fatigue, Seth rushes the ropes and bounces off, leaping into the air, turning his body horizontal into.. A SATELLITE HEAD SCISSORS THAT SENDS DRAVEN HEAD FIRST INTO THE EXPOSED TURNBUCKLE! Draven SLUMPS and Seth drops to cover him...
ONE!
TWO!
THR... Draven kicks out.
Hawke: Draven is not done yet.
King: But look Joey, he has been busted open!
He has indeed. A trickle of blood drips free from Draven's forehead and onto the mat. The manic look of glee on Seth's face is utterly devoid of any empathy for Draven's plight. Dillinger waits, patiently allow Draven to get back to his feet. With the pair being so close to the corner, Seth lets Draven's tiredness lead to a natural slump against the ropes before he set off at full speed again, leaping up to send Draven over the ropes and sailing to the outside with a flipping dropkick that sees Seth land on his feet after hitting it. Seth rushes the far ropes to allow Draven to get to a vertical base before The Party Animal DIVES BETWEEN THE TOP AND MIDDLE ROPES, HOOKING DRAVEN'S HEAD AS HE FLIES AND SPIKING DRAVEN'S HEAD INTO THE RINGSIDE MATS!
Hawke: ÂĄO DIOS MIO!
Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!
Seth is mouthing curses and insults right into Draven's face on the floor. Dillinger grabs The Vampire solidly by the head and drags him the few inches to the side of the cage. The champion takes his bleeding foe's face and with a motion like grating a fine Asadero, Seth begins to rub The Vampire Prince's face back and forth across the cage. The cut opens wider on Draven's forehead and his facial features are crushed against the unforgiving structure. Satisfied with his work, Seth stands and lets Draven slump on the floor as he lifts the ring skirt and slowly slides a table out from underneath.
Hawke: SETH! ÂĄCONSIGUE LA MESA!
Crowd: TABLE! TABLE! TABLE!
Dillinger unfolds the table and carefully sets it up across the corner of the cage where the ring steps were, with it being the only space he has to work with. He grabs Draven and drapes The Prince Of Darkness on top of the table, smiling at the blood dripping onto the wooden surface. Seth hops onto the ring apron and up to the first turnbuckle. Then the second. The the top. Seth turns so he is facing outwards and LEAPS OFF, TUCKING HIS BODY IN TIGHT AS HE DOES A FULL ROTATION AND THREE QUARTERS IN THE AIR! SETH LANDS BACK FIRST......ONTO THE TABLE THAT DRAVEN SUMMONED SOME UNEARTHLY RESERVE OF ENERGY TO SLIDE OFF OF! THE TABLE SHATTERS AND SETH IS LEFT WRITHING ON THE GROUND IN PAIN!
King: ÂĄSANTA MIERDA!
Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!
Crowd: VIN-CENT DRA-VEN! VIN-CENT DRA-VEN!Now both competitors are down, spent, out of energy. Seth from the high amount he has expended on Draven. Draven, maybe moreso, because of the beating he has taken. But for the moment both men are having to take a little time to rest, recuperate and ready themselves.
Crowd: LET'S GO DRAVEN! LET'S GO DRAVEN!
Hawke: If this match could end by coun-tout, the referee would be counting both men out about now.
King: If I had some eggs we could have ham and eggs, if I had some ham.Seth is the first to his feet, using the apron to lift himself from the matting. He stomps over to Draven, clutching at his back with every step, this being one of those rare occasions where he lacks his usual surplus of energy. He storms over to his challenger, his previous cocky smirk having completely gone from his demeanour. Seth grabs Draven by the hair and slings him roughly beneath the bottom rope, stepping through to cover...
ONE!
TWO!
THR... NO! DRAVEN KICKS OUT!
Hawke: That recovery time allowed Draven time to save himself!
King: Has Seth Dillinger's desire for flashy damage come back to bite him?
Frustrated, Seth lifts Draven up and just paintbrushes him with a solid, hard slap to the face. Draven sways on his feet and Seth rushes the ropes, looking to finish the job off. Seth heads back with furious anger and he leaps at Draven, wrapping his arm around Draven's neck and rotating as he falls, snapping The Prince Of Darkness to the mat.
Hawke: NEON CRASH!
Seth doesn't even bother to cover. Instead he walks over to the ropes, BOUNCES OFF THE TOP ROPE, TWISTS AND TURNS IN MIDAIR, HOOKING DRAVEN'S HEAD AS HE FALLS AND...DRAVEN CATCHES HIM!
Hawke: SOUTH PHILLY STUNNER DENIED!
Draven turns to the turnbuckle Seth had uncovered earlier and slowly walks Seth towards it before DROPPING SETH CROTCH FIRST INTO THE UNCOVERED STEEL!
King: What goes around comes around HARDER!
Seth yells out in pain and Draven wipes the blood from his face, hooking Seth's legs over the ring's corner before dragging Seth down into the Tree of Woe. Draven lashes out a FIERCE kick into Seth's side. Then another. THEN ANOTHER! Draven grabs Seth around the waist and suplexes him out of the Tree with an INVERTED GUTWRENCH SUPLEX! Draven covers...
ONE!
TWO!
TH.. Seth kicks out.
Hawke: Not enough for a victorious Vincent.
King: But he has the wind in his sails now.
The blank look in Draven's eyes is haunting but the crowd is firmly behind him as he hauls Seth back to a vertical base. Draven switches to a back waistlock, then slides round to a side before dumping Dillinger unceremoniously onto his damn head with a Saito Suplex. Draven maintains the hold and rolls through, getting back to a standing position and dragging Seth up with him. Draven switches his grasp to a Sleeper Hold and flips Seth over his head with a Sleeper Suplex, again dropping Seth on his head. Now Draven holds on to the sleeper and again hauld Seth up, never letting go of the hold before switching his grip into a combination Chickenwing and Half Nelson. AGAIN Draven throws Seth over his own head and AGAIN Seth crashes head first into the canvas.
Hawke: VAMPLEX! THE UNHOLY TRINITY IS COMPLETE!
Draven covers...
ONE!
TWO!
THR... SETH KICKS OUT!
Crowd: DRA-VEN! DRA-VEN! DRA-VEN!
Grabbing Seth and stuffing him into a standing headscissors, Draven looks like he's going for something big. The Vampire grabs Seth's left arm and secures it in a standing chickenwing, then his right harm gets the same treatment. Draven lifts Seth up and drops him, HEAD FIRST INTO THE MAT! THE ENTIRE CROWD REELS IN SHOCK!
Hawke: ASHES TO ASHES, MARTINET STYLE!
King: OK that move is VERY banned here South of the border.
Draven covers while the crowd is too shocked to even chant for him...
ONE!
TWO!
THRE.. SETH KICKS OUT AGAIN!
Hawke: CAN ANYTHING PUT SETH DILLINGER DOWN?
The Prince Of Darkness breathes heavily, wipes the blood away once more and slowly, carefully composes himself as Seth gets to his feet. It's Seth's turn to be on wobbly legs as Draven lashes him with a vicious roundhouse kick, follows that with a spinning sole butt, then a nasty straight front kick, a vicious downwards kick to Seth's shin that drops Dillinger to a knee and after composing himself for a half second A VICIOUS ROUNDHOUSE KICK TO SETH'S HEAD THAT NEAR DECAPITATES DILLINGER WITH IT'S SHEER FORCE!
Hawke: DRAVEN'S INFERNO! DRAVEN'S INFERNO!
King: THAT HAS TO BE IT!
Draven covers...
ONE!
TWO!
THRE... NOOOOOOOOOO! SETH KICKS OUT!
Hawke: OH MY GOD! SETH KICKED OUT OF DRAVEN'S INFERNO! SETH KICKED OUT OF DRAVEN'S INFERNO!
The crowd is stunned. Draven stands. He looks down at Seth, looking almost desperate. The blood is pumping faster in his system and trickling down his face. Draven drops and covers again...
ONE!
TWO!
THR.... SETH KICKS OUT!
Draven covers AGAIN!
ONE!
TWO!
TH... SETH KICKS OUT!
DRAVEN COVERS AGAIN!
ONE!
TWO!
T... SETH KICKS OUT!
Draven stands and LICKS HIS LIPS, TASTING HIS OWN BLOOD.
Hawke: OH NO!
King: DON'T DO IT DRAVEN!
Draven's look of frustration gives way to something different. Something... darker. Somehow still compos mentis, Seth slowly begins to get to a knee, then up to a vertical base. DRAVEN BARES HIS FANGS! SETH SMILES. MY GOD, SETH SMILES. VINCENT DRAVEN, DARK PRINCE OF ALL BLACKNESS, HAUNTER OF THE NIGHT, SINISTER SHADOW THAT HAUNTS THE DARKEST CORNERS OF A MAN'S MIND GRABS SETH AND SINKS HIS TEETH INTO SETH'S NECK!
Hawke: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Possibly giddy from the repeated head trauma, possibly a little self satisfied that he'd been able to push someone over the damn edge and right off the cliff, Seth's grin remains fixed, even as Draven takes him down to the mat.
Hawke: THINK OF ALL THE PROGRESS YOU MADE, DRAVEN! THIS ISN'T YOU!
The death grip Draven has on Seth's neck is not released for a second as Seth hits the mat. Nor is Seth's sick, twisted facial expression. Almost accidentally Draven covers Dillinger who is no longer offering any resistance...
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
Jessie Love: The winner of the match, and NEW AWF Prestige Champion VINCENT DRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAVEN!
The crowd doesn't know how to react. The referee has to physically tear Draven away from Seth, his face covered in a mixture of his own and Seth's blood. There is this distance, this stillness about Draven's expression. Even as the title is being handed to him there is no celebration from The Prince Of Darkness. No emotion at all. Just the cold, blackness that overcame him taking full control of his body. Draven looks up at Jessie Love and she visibly shrinks away from his icy presence.
Hawke: Vincent Draven wins the match. He wins the AWF Prestige Championship. But he has lost something far more important tonight.
King: Meanwhile Seth can take all the credit for being remarkably resilient and for driving his opponent beyond all sane means of victory.
Hawke: That was a hell of a ride.
Bonnie Jenkins: We have come to the nightâs main event of the evening! It is an elimination match for the X*Crown! Eliminate your opponents by pinfall or submission only as this is a no holds barred bout. Featuring first...Dylan âthe Messiah of Mayhemâ Black!
Dylanâs music begins playing as he walks out from the back to the booing of the fans. He ignores them, heading straight to the ring and picking a corner to lean in as he waits for his other opponents.
Hawke: Iâm surprised to see Dylan Black here in the ring tonight, at this event.
King: Surprised? He faced a commentator in the ring. A commentator who had never wrestled in the ring before, unlike me. If I was in the ring with Dylan Black at Overheated. Well, itâd be me in that ring right now, going for the X*Crown.
Hawke: Sure, man. Sure. Those who canât commentate.
King: Whatâs that say about you?
Hawke: I know I canât compete in the ring. Youâre the one who is delusional.
Bonnie Jenkins: And coming down next to the ringâŠâthe Messiah of the Knee Strikeâ Ryan Young!
The lights go for a light shade of pink as "Save That Shit" by Lil Peep begins to play for everyone to hear.
"Fuck my life, can't say that girl
Don't tell me you can save that shit
All she want is payback for the way I always play that shit
You ain't getting nothing, now I'm saying
Don't tell me you is
Nothin' like them other motherfuckers"
Don't tell me you can save that shit
All she want is payback for the way I always play that shit
You ain't getting nothing, now I'm saying
Don't tell me you is
Nothin' like them other motherfuckers"
Ryan Young steps out from behind the curtain to a loud amount of boos, he gives off a smirk as he crouches down and scans through the many fans in attendance. He slowly gets back to a vertical position, adjusting his kneepads before making his slow walk down to ringside. Soaking in the crowd's negative reaction. Young makes his way down the ramp and to ringside where he runs at the ring apron and slides along it on one knee, entering the ring and climbing up to the second rope where beats his chest with his hands before stretching his arms out and giving a smirk to the crowd who continue to rain the boos down for him.
Hawke: So, is everyone who comes down to the ring for this match going to be the Messiah of something?
King: Maybe. You got a problem with that?
Hawke: I suppose that I donât have a problem with it.
King: Good.
Hawke: So everyone is going to be the messiah of something?
King: Do I look like Bonnie Jenkins? How am I supposed to know?
Hawke: I donât know.
Bonnie Jenkins: Coming next to the ring⊠âthe Messiah of Chaosâ Rob Arnold
The lights dim down as the echoing intro to "St Patrick" by PVRIS begins to fill the arena and a single spotlight hits the entrance.
"You give me something to talk about (something to talk about), HEY."
The song bursts into life, and Rob Arnold slowly enters the arena. Dressed in ring gear and an all black hoodie which restricts the view of his face, he surveys his surroundings, nodding as he can feel the crowd cheering as he steps towards the top of the ramp. Staring ahead of him, offering little but a trademark smirk he places his right foot forward and takes to a knee and then flings back his hood with his right hand. Arnold stares straight ahead towards the ring once more, before slowly standing up and making his way to the ring
"I know it's chemicals, that make me cling to you (cling to you)
Oh and I need a miracle, to get away from you (way from you)
I know it's chemicals (that make me cling to you, cling to you)
And I need a miracle (to make me stay with you, stay with you)
And I'm not spiritual (but please stay)
'Cause I think you're a saint, and I think you're an angel."
Oh and I need a miracle, to get away from you (way from you)
I know it's chemicals (that make me cling to you, cling to you)
And I need a miracle (to make me stay with you, stay with you)
And I'm not spiritual (but please stay)
'Cause I think you're a saint, and I think you're an angel."
Rob approaches the ring and runs his hand along the apron before approaching and walking up the steps, and then through the ropes and into the ring. Arnold heads straight for the opposite corner and climbs the second turnbuckle and smirks, before slowly raising his arms out wide, feeding from the crowd's energy in the process. Another smirk, and he hops back down, removing his hoodie, ready for action.
Hawke: See? Everyone is coming down to the ring as a Messiah!
King: Sure looks like it. Maybe this is the Messiah Death Match!
Hawke: Messiah Death Match?
King: Yep! The Battle to the Last Messiah!
Bonnie Jenkins: And coming next down to the ring, âthe Messiah of Filthâ Rat Bastard!
The lights in the area go out and and red glow comes from the ramp as Sympathy for the Devil by The Rolling Stones begins to play through the speakers. As the words come through, the light gets darker.
"Please allow me to introduce myself
I'm a man of wealth and taste
Ive been around for a long, long year
Stole many a mans soul and faith
And I was round when Jesus Christ
Had his moment of doubt and pain"
I'm a man of wealth and taste
Ive been around for a long, long year
Stole many a mans soul and faith
And I was round when Jesus Christ
Had his moment of doubt and pain"
Shadows mix in with the red glow now as Rat Bastard steps through the curtain, a cocky smug look upon his face, with a tooth pick handing from his mouth. Rat takes a deep breath in and runs his hands through his greasy black hair. Rat begins his stalk to the ring, shooting dirty looks of disgust out at the fans. Rat climbs the stairs the ring, slowly climbing inside he begins to point toward the mat, lipping to the fans that he owns this place.
Hawke: The Messiah of Filth?
King: Thatâs what the lady said.
Hawke: Itâs an apt description.
King: Right? Rat Bastard gets all the filth.
Hawke: All of it!
Bonnie Jenkins: And coming next to the ringâŠâthe Messiah of the Northâ Gordon Carlson!
No music plays as Gordon Carlson walks out from the back, his attention is laser focused upon the ring as he walks down the aisle. He steps through the ropes, acknowledging the other competitors in the ring.
Hawke: The Messiah of the North, eh? Fitting since heâs Canadian.
King: Little bit on the nose. Donât you think?
Hawke: Maybe a little.
King: Maybe? Maybe quite a bit, but whatever. Iâm not Bonnie Jenkins.
Hawke: As you have said.
Bonnie Jenkins: Next to come down to the ringâŠâthe Messiah of Spaceâ Yuki Sakaraba!
âAgainâ by Yui begins playing as Yuki Sakaraba walks out from the back to the cheering of the fans. She strikes a pose at the entrance while the many fans (that are social distancing from one another) stand up and cheer. Yuki makes her way down to the ring, stepping through the ropes to additional cheering from the male audience as she bends over to get through the middle ropes.
Hawke: The Messiah of Space?
King: No idea. Maybe sheâs spacey.
Hawke: Or maybe she travels through space?
King: That sounds pretty outlandish.
Bonnie Jenkins: And finally, the XHF X*Crown championâŠâthe Messiah of the Thousand World Championshipsâ Death Trap!
The haunting vocal intro for "The Hard Sell" by Coheed and Cambria hits the speakers and the lights dim and blue and gold spotlights strobe around the arena. The XtremeTron lights up with a familiar theme as it reads, "Main Attraction ... Showing Once Again" A foot shatters the screen and we cut to images from DT's matches in MCCW against the likes of Nelly Angel, Weaselpop, and Eichi Yamaguchi. The first verse sets in as the screen shows DT tapping out Jason Justice and being handed the MCCW World title for the second time.
"I'm paranoid, and sick of this world's misconception of things I did. My language poured across this wrist in a metaphoric disaster."
DT slowly walks into a red spotlight on the stage with his head down hidden under a hoodie. It's black and has his custom interlocking DT logo with an Italian flag and mariners compass on it on the back. He stands in the spotlight and slowly looks up showing off his signature bowler hat and sunglasses under the hood. The tron shows images of his victories over Alexis Grace, Duke Kosloff, Ai Moe, and Jeremiah Vastrix all split screen one per corner all in his signature 'Death Trap' Dragon Clutch finisher. It then flashes to him holding the EOD 2019 briefcase over his head. It quickly transforms into him getting three pinfalls over Anthony Caffrey and being handed the X*Crown facemask before wiping into an image of DT posing with his custom X*Crown belt, the ECF title with a big bad X on it.
"My guess, I'm missing out the punchline, unless this hanging noose is fitted to be all mine. I stood by everything I loved, while you never understood me much..."
He flips the hood back and throws his hands up into a cross over his head before dropping them into his signature pose (the orton one, you know it.). The strobe blue and gold spotlights move faster around the arena as he soaks in the adoration of fans from two generations.
"Cuz there's only one ... of me. And too many of you, fighting over nothing. There's never enough cool for everyone and before you know it you're selling out to be in."
He unzips the hoodie and tosses it into the crowd and starts marching to the ring. He pats the MCCW World Title over his right shoulder and his X*Crown on his waist as he heads to the ring. He rolls into the ring and climbs the far corner and poses as gold pyro showers down from the overhead area. He leaps down, hands over his titles to the ref, and begins stretching on the ropes.
Hawke: The Messiah of a Thousand World Championships? I think thereâs a couple over twenty championships that comprise the X*Crown.
King: Bonnie wasnât being literal and maybe the X*Crown will have a thousand World championships one day.
Hawke: One day. Think heâll still be champion at the end of the night?
King: Oh thereâs no way. The Messiah of the North looks particularly strong.
XHF X*Crown Championship
Savage Seven-Way Elimination Match
"The Messiah of Mayhem" Dylan Black (TFM) vs. "The Messiah of the Knee Strike" Ryan Young (AWF) vs. Rob Arnold (GUNS) vs. "The Main Attraction" Death Trap (MCCW) © vs. Rat Bastard (TFM) vs. Gordon Carlson (NPW) vs. "The Kawaii Supernova" Yuki Sakaraba (DW)
As the bell sounds to start the match, everyone gets into fighting stances, glaring at each other while looking for an opening. It seems all at once that the people in the ring begin brawling with one another.
Hawke: Punches and elbows being thrown all around!
King: Looks like they're starting to pair off!
Dylan and Yuki are brawling, Dylan pressing Yuki to the corner with a well timed punch to the jaw with his metal hand. Gordon takes Ryan down to the mat with a side headlock, cranking on the pressure. Rat Bastard and Rob Arnold take turns punching Death Trap, taking him down to his knees. Rat Bastard pulls Death Trap back up to his feet and takes him down with a belly to belly suplex. Rat Bastard gets to his feet and is hit by a series of European uppercuts from Rob Arnold. Rob whips Rat into the corner and follows with a running high knee into the corner! Dylan grabs Yuki by the shoulders and delivers a headbutt harsh enough to send her down into a sitting position. Dylan draws his right foot back and sends a kick at Yuki's face, but she rolls out of the ring at the last moment. Dylan kicks the wire in between the turnbuckle and the ringpost! Gordon breaks the headlock and kicks Ryan behind the left knee to send him to the mat to his knees. Gordon hits a knee strike to the jaw to level him. He grabs the left leg and hits a spinning toe hold. Gordon turns around and is slammed in the gut with a standing side kick from Death Trap! He sends Gordon to the mat with a hip toss! Rob Arnold gets Rat Bastard into the air with a suplex position and holds him there for a few minutes. He sends Rat crashing to the mat and goes for the cover!
One
Tw-Rat Bastard kicks out!
Hawke: What a whirlwind of chaos going on here!
King: That would be the idea!
Dylan Black rolls out of the ring to the matted dirt and grabs at Yuki, who ducks under his grasp and goes in for several punches to the gut. She lifts Dylan up like going for a back drop, but holds onto him. She drops into a sitting position, drivering Dylan's head into the matted hard packed earth!
Hawke: What a smashing move by Yuki Sakaraba!
King: She had better stay away from that metal hand or else it's going to be lights out for her!
Ryan palm strikes Death Trap in the side of the neck from behind. Death Trap turns around quickly and comes at Ryan, but is thrown to the mat with an arm drag. Death Trap rolls to his feet and Ryan reaches to lock up with him again, but is grabbed from behind by Gordon Carlson. Ryan is sent to the mat with a release German suplex! Rob Arnold pulls Rat Bastard to his feet, but Rat Bastard drops to his knees and hits a low blow!
King: You could hear the ding on that one!
Hawke: That low blow was uncalled for!
King: Is a low blow ever called for?
Hawke: I suppose not.
Rat Bastard stands up, grabbing Rob Arnold, and getting him up into a suplex position. He slingshots Rob off of the ropes and slams him to the mat! Yuki Sakaraba pulls Dylan Black up and whips him shoulder first into the ring post! Yuki grabs Dylan and slams his head into the ringpost!
Hawke: Yuki Sakaraba being brutal with Dylan outside of the ring there.
King: She kinda has to be as brutal to be able to win a match like this.
Gordon Carlson grabs Death Trap and puts him down to the mat with a cobra clutch suplex! Rat Bastard grabs Rob Arnold and throws him down with the Bastard bomb! he goes for the cover!
One
Two
Th-Rob Arnold kicks out!
Ryan seizes the rising Rob Arnold from behind and hits a jumping neckbreaker! Rat Bastard kicks the downed Rob Arnold a few times before being palm striked in the nose by Ryan Young. Rat Bastard backs up to the corner, his eyes watering and his nose bleeding. Ryan follows up with walking over the downed Rob Arnold and hitting a roundhouse kick to the face of the cornered Rat Bastard in a move that sends blood and spittle spraying. Yuki Sakaraba rolls into the ring, but is grabbed by Gordon Carlson, and sent to the mat with a gutwrench suplex! Dylan Black staggers to his feet, trickling blood from a gash in his forehead. He rolls into the ring where Death Trap meets him with several knees strikes to the gut before sending him to the mat with a bodyslam! Ryan Young perches in the corner, raining blows onto the trapped Rat Bastard. Rob Arnold pulls Ryan Young down, spins him around, and brings him down to the mat with a bulldog. Yuki Sakaraba jumps to her feet, ducks under a roundhouse punch, and slips behind Gordon Carlson to hit a snap German suplex! Dylan Black gets to his knees where Death Trap grabs him by the shoulders to get him to his feet. Dylan strikes out with that metal hand, striking Death Trap in the right knee to bring him down to the mat to one knee. Dylan follows this up with a metal handed punch to the side of the head to send Death Trap to the mat! Rat Bastard seizes Dylan Black, bringing him down with a belly to belly suplex! Death Trap starts to rise, but Rat Bastard kicks him in the face, sending blood splattering across the mat!
Hawke: What a kick!
King: Rat Bastard going for the field goal right there!
Gordon Carlson grabs Ryan Young for a bodyslam, but they both go over the top rope! Gordon hits a powerslam onto the ring apron, flips over while still holding onto Ryan, and hurls him away from the ring. Ryan flies through the air a good five feet before hitting the hard packed ground! Dylan hits Yuki in the side of the head with that metal hand, sending her backpedaling into the corner. He turns and pulls up Death Trap, backs up a bit, and superkicks DT right in the jaw to send him crashing back to the mat! Rob Arnold gets Rat Bastard up into a suplex position, but doesn't fall backwards. Instead, he dumps Rat Bastard over the ropes where he slams face first into the ring apron before flipping over and landing on the matted ground. Rob rolls out of the ring, grabbing Rat, and hitting a double underhook backbreaker.
Hawke: How is the ref going to know what way to go on this? Ryan and Gordon out on one side of the ring, Rat and Rob out on another side.
King: He's just going to have to be extra quick!
Gordon Carlson hits a Death Valley Driver on Ryan Young and locks in a Cobra Clutch. Yuki Sakaraba wipes blood from the side of her face from where Dylan opened up a gash. She grabs Dylan from behind and hits a DDT! Death Trap grabs the rising Yuki and hits a cradle DDT!
Hawke: A trade of different ddts!
King: Move ref!
Hawke: What?
King: Ryan is tapping!
By the time the ref notices that Ryan is still in the cobra clutch outside of the ring and rolls out, he's pretty much finished tapping. The ref checks his arm and it goes limp. He checks a second time and then a third. Ryan is out like a light.
Bonnie Jenkins: Ryan Young has been eliminated by Gordon Carlson via submission!
Rob Arnold picks up the bleeding Rat Bastard and hurls him shoulder first into the ring post! He grabs Rat before he falls down and hits a German suplex! He holds onto the move and hits a second German suplex, and then a third! Yuki starts to rise, getting to one knee. Death Trap hits a shining wizard to send her back to the mat before clotheslining Dylan to the mat! Death Trap gets Dylan up and throws him over the top rope to land on Gordon Carlson, who was about to get back into the ring. Rob Arnold hits a codebreaker on Rat Bastard, sending blood splattering from his wounds. Death Trap locks in a dragon clutch in the center of the ring, clear of anyone else around. Dylan Black stands up, grabs the rising Gordon Carlson by the hair with one hand, and drills him several times in the forehead with metal hand punches! Inside the ring, Yuki Sakaraba taps out!
Bonnie Jenkins: Yuki Sakaraba has been eliminated by Death Trap via submission!
Hawke: Death Trap with the win with the Death Trap!
King: What a way to name his own move by his name. Is this so that he doesn't forget the name of his finisher?
Hawke: Maybe so. Death Trap isn't the brightest crayon in the box. Just a talented one.
Rob Arnold pulls Rat Bastard up to his knees, but Rat Bastard hits a low blow! He stands up, raking Rob's eyes, and powerslams Rob to the hard packed Earth. Dylan Black hits a package piledriver on the outside before going for the pinfall!
One
Two
Thr-Death Trap breaks up the pinfall!
Hawke: Why break up the pinfall?
King: Maybe Death Trap wants the glory to himself.
Rat Bastard gets Rob Arnold up, going for the razor's edge, but Rob hits a backdrop! Rat Bastard starts to get up, but Rob Arnold hits a curb stomp! He goes for the pinfall!
One
Two
Three!
Hawke: Rob Arnold with the Shattered Ice!
King: And Rat Bastard is out!
Bonnie Jenkins: Rat Bastard has been eliminated by Rob Arnold via pinfall!
Death Trap kicks at Dylan Black, who rolls to his feet. Gordon Carlson gets up and exchanges punches with Death Trap before pulling him down into a side headlock!
Hawke: Rob Arnold just hanging out all by himself?
King: Probably catching his breath.
Dylan Black slugs Gordon in the back of the head to break up the move. He grabs Death Trap and headbutts him before turning and slugging Gordon again. Gordon takes the metal handed punch, blood and spittle flying from his mouth, but manages to grab the arm. He sends Dylan hurling into the ring steps, demolishing them. Gordon kicks Death Trap in the gut before power bombing him onto the matted ground. Gordon walks over to Dylan Black, grabbing the steps, and placing the bottom onto Dylan's wrist. He jumps up onto the steps, jumping up and down! Rob Arnold spears Gordon Carlson from the steps! Rob mounts Gordon and lays into him with rights and lefts. Dylan Black pulls his arm out from under the ring steps, sparks flying from his metal hand. Death Trap grabs him as he rises up and hits a Forward Russian Leg Sweep! Death Trap rolls Dylan Black into the ring and follows him in. Rob Arnold stands up, kicking Gordon in the face as he sits up. Death Trap pulls up Dylan Black, who goes for a metal hand punch. Death Trap blocks the move, catching Dylan's hand. He bends the hand backwards, sparks flying from the appendage, and-
Hawke: Dylan's hand just came off of his arm!
King: Guess Death Trap has a hand!
Rob Arnold kicks at Gordon's face again, but Gordon rolls away to his feet. Gordon grabs Rob by the shoulders, hits a knee lift, and sends Rob into the demolished ring steps! Inside the ring, Death Trap stands in the ring with Dylan Black's metal hand in hand. Dylan Black stands with blood pouring from his stump as both men look at the severed hand on shock. Dylan seizes the hand with his good hand and presses the sparking end of the hand into Death Trap's chest, tazering him! Death Trap falls to the mat, twitching. Rob Arnold starts to rise from the wreckage of the ring steps when Gordon hits his own curb stomp, smashing Rob's face into the ring steps with a splatter of blood! Dylan Black drops the broken hand, waiting for Death Trap to get up. He hits a shotgun dropkick and goes for the cover, bleeding all over the mat from his stump.
Hawke: Should Dylan still be wrestling?
King: At least when he lost the organic hand, the cut had cauterized the wound.
One
Two
Thr-Death Trap kicks out!
Gordon Carlson pulls Rob up and goes for the cobra clutch, but Rob drops him in a jawbreaker! Rob grabs Gordon up into a fireman's carry and falls backwards onto the demolished ringsteps! Gordon tries to get up, but Rob slams his face into the ring steps with a curb stomp! He goes for the cover outside of the ring!
One
Two
Three!
Hawke: Shattered Ice strikes again!
King: And then there were three!
Dylan Black stands up, watching warily as Death Trap gets up. Dylan hits a superkick, sending Death Trap back down to the mat. Dylan staggers backwards to the corner, holding his hand to his head as if he were having a dizzy spell.
Hawke: Blood loss must be getting to Dylan. He should be eliminated just for his safety!
King: I don't think he's going to go willingly.
Hawke: True at that.
Rob Arnold rolls into the ring as Death Trap stands. Rob goes for a belly to belly suplex, but Death Trap stands his ground and headbutts Rob. Death Trap hits his own belly to belly suplex to send Rob to the mat. He grabs Dylan out of the corner and applies the Dragon Clutch! Rob Arnold stands up and watches with interest as Death Trap keeps the Death Trap locked in. A combination of the move and continued blood loss causes Dylan to pass out. The ref checks him quickly and signals for both the bell and EMTs to come down to the ring. As Dylan Black slowly rolls out of the ring into the waiting arms of the EMTs, another man joins them from the crowd?
King: Who is that and why hasn't security detained him?
Hawke: That's Jeremiah Vastrix!
King: UOW's Jeremiah Vastrix or ours?
Hawke: Only one eye glows blue so I'm going to say ours. He looks to be helping get Dylan onto the stretcher and walking with the EMTs.
King: Jeremiah knows experts on cybertech so maybe he's going to help with replacing the hand.
Jeremiah Vastrix and the EMTs take Dylan Black to the back to where they can get to an ambulance and to the local hospital.
Bonnie Jenkins: Dylan Black has been eliminated by Death Trap via submission!
Death Trap and Rob Arnold look across the ring at one another, both bloody in the face. The two exchange punches back and forth until Death Trap kicks Rob Arnold in the gut and hits a diamond cutter-Cut the Strings! Death Trap goes for the pinfall!
One
Two
Thre-Rob Arnold kicks out!
Death Trap gets Rob Arnold up and goes for the dragon clutch, but Rob slips out of it and rolls away to his feet. Death Trap grabs him again and whips him into the ropes. On the rebound, Death Trap brings Rob down to the mat with a running bulldog!
King: Now we down to just two. Will Death Trap retain his X*Crown?
Hawke: Chances are looking pretty good right now.
Death Trap gets Rob Arnold up, going for the Forward Russian Legsweep, but Rob Arnold hits a neckbreaker instead. Rob gets Death Trap up and hits a slingshot suplex and goes for the cover!
One
Two
Thr-Death Trap kicks out!
Rob stands up, watching Death Trap get to his feet. He grabs Death Trap, going for another suplex, but Death Trap reverses the move and hits his own suplex! Death Trap watches Rob Arnold stand up and kicks his legs out from under him. Death Trap lunges downward, hitting an elbow strike as Rob works on getting back up. Death Trap goes for the pinfall!
One
Two
Thre-Rob kicks out!
Hawke: Rob isn't ready to go down.
King: Is there a time that Rob is ready to go down?
Death Trap pulls Rob up and whips him into the ropes. On the rebound, Death Trap hits a roundhouse kick to send him to the mat. Rob starts to get up and gets kicked in the ribcage, rolling him over. Death Trap gets Rob back up and throws him into the corner. He follows up with a leaping avalanche, but Rob slides out of the way for Death Trap to slam into the corner. He bounces off of the corner to the mat!
King: Look what's happening now!
Hawke: This could be it!
Death Trap starts to get up when Rob Arnold hits the curb stomp! He goes for the cover!
One
Two
Thre-Death Trap kicks out!
Rob Arnold kneels up, looking to the referee and to the crowd in shock that Death Trap managed to kick out!
Hawke: How did he kick out of that?
King: Death Trap is pretty solid up there if you know what I mean.
Hawke: Solid?
King: All bone.
Rob Arnold pulls Death Trap up and hits a German suplex! He holds tight to hit a second and then a third! Rob Arnold climbs to the top rope, watching as Death Trap is slow to get up. Rob leaps into the air and hits a MEGA CURB STOMP that shatters Death Trap's nose into the mat with a splatter of blood all around. Rob goes for the pinfall!
One
Two
Three!
Bonnie Jenkins: Your winner of the match and NEW X*Crown champion...Rob Arnold!
King: Rob Arnold is the new champion! GUNS is on top of the world!
Hawke: A brand new era is born!
