The AWF Presents: Prestige 56 - LIVE from Daly City, CA!
Aug 6, 2020 20:06:48 GMT -5
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Post by Seth Dillinger on Aug 6, 2020 20:06:48 GMT -5
Ascension Wrestling Federation Presents:
Live from the Cow Palace
(Daly City, California)
(8th August 2020)
Attendance: 0
Live from the Cow Palace
(Daly City, California)
(8th August 2020)
Attendance: 0
Taylor: Hello AWF Universe and welcome to Prestige 56! My name is Tommy Taylor!
Romano: And I'm Cassius Romano, and this is the fallout from Night of Champions and what a show that was! New X*Crown Champion, great showing from Ryan Young and Rat Bastard -
Taylor: and the end to the longest Prestige Championship reign in AWF history! Seth Dillinger is no longer champ! Draven has toppled him!
Romano: We have a great show for you tonight. Tonight, we begin the road to Fired Up. We have two big tag team matches to show for this.
Taylor: The first is the former Legionnaire Natasha and Adam Sanders pairing up against Keith Williams and ARYX.
Romano: After that, the behemoth Tarrasque teams up with the Firecracker Dakota Jennings to take on Rat Bastard and the AWF United States Champion Bloodied Fox!
Taylor: And then finally for the previews, Rob Garcia and Tommy Strychnine go up against Guillotina and the former champ, Seth Dillinger.
Romano: But let's not forget the other non-Fired Up match. Our opener is actually the number one contender for the XHF Phoenix Championship. The two men who won at Prestige 55 - Leon Skies will take on Jason Kross! Who is really the better of the two?
Taylor: And speaking of the Phoenix Championship, we have a Beach Blast from the past! Aiden Merric's rematch clause is activated against Neo James Carner, the man who toppled him. Will this belt change hands already? All this and more TONIGHT at Prestige 56!
Romano: Now we head to the ring where we listen in to the first words from our NEW AWF Prestige Champion, Vincent Draven!
Romano: And I'm Cassius Romano, and this is the fallout from Night of Champions and what a show that was! New X*Crown Champion, great showing from Ryan Young and Rat Bastard -
Taylor: and the end to the longest Prestige Championship reign in AWF history! Seth Dillinger is no longer champ! Draven has toppled him!
Romano: We have a great show for you tonight. Tonight, we begin the road to Fired Up. We have two big tag team matches to show for this.
Taylor: The first is the former Legionnaire Natasha and Adam Sanders pairing up against Keith Williams and ARYX.
Romano: After that, the behemoth Tarrasque teams up with the Firecracker Dakota Jennings to take on Rat Bastard and the AWF United States Champion Bloodied Fox!
Taylor: And then finally for the previews, Rob Garcia and Tommy Strychnine go up against Guillotina and the former champ, Seth Dillinger.
Romano: But let's not forget the other non-Fired Up match. Our opener is actually the number one contender for the XHF Phoenix Championship. The two men who won at Prestige 55 - Leon Skies will take on Jason Kross! Who is really the better of the two?
Taylor: And speaking of the Phoenix Championship, we have a Beach Blast from the past! Aiden Merric's rematch clause is activated against Neo James Carner, the man who toppled him. Will this belt change hands already? All this and more TONIGHT at Prestige 56!
Romano: Now we head to the ring where we listen in to the first words from our NEW AWF Prestige Champion, Vincent Draven!
The camera's view opens up to a dimly lit room. Nothing besides the soft glow of a magenta light shining down on the Prince of Darkness himself, Vincent Draven. The vampire sat cross-legged on the floor with his eyes closed, tilting his chin toward the light above until he opened them- drawing a long breath as he looked back straight at the camera. The look on his face, especially after such a bloody event as his cage match against Seth Dillinger was, is eerily unreadable; nearly completely blank. Something was laid out in front of him that had a bit of golden shine, but it was obscured.
Draven: And just like that, the longest-reigning AWF Prestige Champion, an arrogant bastard who's delusional ego knows no bounds, is dethroned… by me. Just like the longest-reigning AXW Undisputed Champion, one who had been very much the same was dethroned… by me. History doesn't repeat, but it very- very often rhymes in a very poetic way I find.
The new Prestige Champion runs a hand over his forehead- where a scar would and should be from the wound Dillinger had inflicted him on in the cage match, yet it was like he had never been lacerated in the first place. He simply tilts his head.
Draven: ...Now, there's been a lot of speculation after I, to be blunt, did what a bloodsucker seems to do best. Many have been wondering if the “old” me has now returned, if I'm now some violent beast. Or if I've been broken… Many have also been wondering, or hoping, at the very least- that there's still some “good” in me left. And truth be told?
The smallest of smiles appear on the pale man's face. Though it dripped with mischievous intent.
Draven: I don't know the answer to that myself. I suppose all of us will just have to find out whenever I step back into the ring.
Draven: What I do know, however, is that Fired Up is coming… very, very soon. An event where no Prestige Champion before me has ever retained- and understandably so. With the highest prize in this federation now in my grasp, there's a large target on my back. Many will be doing everything they can in their power to take this championship from me and that's… exciting. The idea of having to face so many wrestlers willing to give it their all won't be an easy challenge, and that's what I like about it.
Draven: I aim to do what I said I was going to do with this championship before I won it. I want to redefine it, I want to break the limits the past holders of it couldn't. I want to use this belt as a way to rebuild AWF to an even higher standard. And fighting to retain through Fired Up? To do something none other has been able to? That's exactly the second step that's needed.
Draven's smile grows slightly wider.
Draven: You all are probably wondering what the first step is, aren't you? Well… The previous holder of this title lost respect for it along the way, if anything, he abused it- He ruined it… And it just wouldn't sit right with me to carry something beaten and bruised around.
The vampire then picks up the obscured object and holds it up for the camera to see. Its vibrant golden shine was immense.
Draven: New and improved- and something worthy to fight for.
Draven: So to the many that will inevitably be challenging me for this beauty, I welcome it. Don't be afraid…
He bared his fangs, sharp and deadly while licking his lips with a dark glint in his eyes as his mischievous grin returned.
Draven: I don't bite.
Draven: And just like that, the longest-reigning AWF Prestige Champion, an arrogant bastard who's delusional ego knows no bounds, is dethroned… by me. Just like the longest-reigning AXW Undisputed Champion, one who had been very much the same was dethroned… by me. History doesn't repeat, but it very- very often rhymes in a very poetic way I find.
The new Prestige Champion runs a hand over his forehead- where a scar would and should be from the wound Dillinger had inflicted him on in the cage match, yet it was like he had never been lacerated in the first place. He simply tilts his head.
Draven: ...Now, there's been a lot of speculation after I, to be blunt, did what a bloodsucker seems to do best. Many have been wondering if the “old” me has now returned, if I'm now some violent beast. Or if I've been broken… Many have also been wondering, or hoping, at the very least- that there's still some “good” in me left. And truth be told?
The smallest of smiles appear on the pale man's face. Though it dripped with mischievous intent.
Draven: I don't know the answer to that myself. I suppose all of us will just have to find out whenever I step back into the ring.
Draven: What I do know, however, is that Fired Up is coming… very, very soon. An event where no Prestige Champion before me has ever retained- and understandably so. With the highest prize in this federation now in my grasp, there's a large target on my back. Many will be doing everything they can in their power to take this championship from me and that's… exciting. The idea of having to face so many wrestlers willing to give it their all won't be an easy challenge, and that's what I like about it.
Draven: I aim to do what I said I was going to do with this championship before I won it. I want to redefine it, I want to break the limits the past holders of it couldn't. I want to use this belt as a way to rebuild AWF to an even higher standard. And fighting to retain through Fired Up? To do something none other has been able to? That's exactly the second step that's needed.
Draven's smile grows slightly wider.
Draven: You all are probably wondering what the first step is, aren't you? Well… The previous holder of this title lost respect for it along the way, if anything, he abused it- He ruined it… And it just wouldn't sit right with me to carry something beaten and bruised around.
The vampire then picks up the obscured object and holds it up for the camera to see. Its vibrant golden shine was immense.
Draven: New and improved- and something worthy to fight for.
Draven: So to the many that will inevitably be challenging me for this beauty, I welcome it. Don't be afraid…
He bared his fangs, sharp and deadly while licking his lips with a dark glint in his eyes as his mischievous grin returned.
Draven: I don't bite.
We cut to the backstage area in a prerecorded segment from before the show. It is probably close to noon. We find Aiden Merric in the boiler room of the arena scouting the location.
Aiden: Right, now what’s the best angle to take here. I need to draw the beastie out. I know he wants the belt but I need something to draw his attention and get him to notice the belt.
He sips on a VB beer and ponders. He seems to get an idea and runs off screen. We hear some tinkering going on and he comes back with some tools and a bowl of something.
Aiden: Right. Lesee this bloke resist this set up. He isn’t smart but he is a big ole hoss.
He begins drilling in some hooks and pegs. He hangs the belt on the hooks and locks them with a padlock. He admires his display. He then places a bowl of shrimp on the floor a few feet from it. He is sure to set it so the natural heat venting from the boiler fans the fumes of the shrimp out the door to attract Tarrasque.
Aiden: Now to keep him here until after the show when I can come back and take him out at my leisure.
He sets up a snare trap around the shrimp so when the big man goes for the belt after eating he’ll be hoisted to the ceiling. He places some pictures of attractive women around the room including one of Mistress Discipline and one of Doctor Chaos who Tarrasque has shown interest in before. One is also Angela DeWitt because why not. He then rigs up a trio of bear traps to fall from the ceiling and block the exit to the boiler room, the tripline is in the middle of the room so as he goes for the shrimp he will trip it and block himself in.
Aiden: Genius. Well … now I go set up my base of operations in my locker room and wait for the monster to come trip the trap.
Jessie Love: The following contest is the opening match of the evening and is scheduled for one fall! Featuring first the challenger...Leon "Untamed" Skies!
The lights turn to deep blues, purples, and greens as the signature riff of “Trenches” by Pop Evil plays. At times the lights while taking strobe effect following the stagged riffs of the guitar. For about ten seconds the stage stays empty.
When Leon is finally revealed he is kneeling with his back to the crowd, and one arm over his knee. He pauses and slowly stands with his back still the crowd, and then spins both his arms extended out eagle spread from his body his palms facing in front of him as if he is showing himself to the crowd.
"No Time to Hide!"
Blares on the speakers as Leon makes his way down the ring. A bit of a pep in his step as head rocks to the heavy metal riff. He'll take a moment at times to pause and give a few fans a high five. Otherwise, as he moves down he'll work his way to the right of the ring instead of entering it right away. Climbing on the Apron, and working to climb up to the far turnbuckle. One foot on the top while the other is on the second rope.
"I've Waited All My Life to get out of the trenches!"
The song blares around him and once more his hands extend outward, as he presents himself to the audience again. His right arm drops and his left raises in a fist above him for a couple of seconds. Then climbing the rest of the way into the ring and down from the turnbuckle he repeats the same on the opposite.
Taylor: The winner of this match will become the number one contender to the Phoenix title!
Romano: Neo James Carner better be watching his back when Jason Kross comes gunning for him!
Taylor: You backing Kross? I think that Skies might come out on top with this one, but it's really up to them.
Jessie Love: And his opponent...Jason Kross!
“Falling Away From Me” by Korn plays as Jason Kross and Sally come out from the back to cheers from the audience. Sally holds her father’s hand while Jason keeps a stern look on his face, trying to show he is ready for the battle ahead. Kross high fives a couple of people going down while Sally is too sheepish to really acknowledge anybody. Kross walks Sally to her assigned corner and tells her to stay there no matter what before getting in the ring and stretching.
Taylor: You really think that Jason Kross is going to win this match? I mean, he is looking pretty strong here. This despite giving up a couple of inches and about forty pounds to Skies.
Romano: He's has the backing of his family going into this match. His heart will win the day.
Taylor: We'll just have to watch and see how the match unfolds then, eh?
The lights turn to deep blues, purples, and greens as the signature riff of “Trenches” by Pop Evil plays. At times the lights while taking strobe effect following the stagged riffs of the guitar. For about ten seconds the stage stays empty.
When Leon is finally revealed he is kneeling with his back to the crowd, and one arm over his knee. He pauses and slowly stands with his back still the crowd, and then spins both his arms extended out eagle spread from his body his palms facing in front of him as if he is showing himself to the crowd.
"No Time to Hide!"
Blares on the speakers as Leon makes his way down the ring. A bit of a pep in his step as head rocks to the heavy metal riff. He'll take a moment at times to pause and give a few fans a high five. Otherwise, as he moves down he'll work his way to the right of the ring instead of entering it right away. Climbing on the Apron, and working to climb up to the far turnbuckle. One foot on the top while the other is on the second rope.
"I've Waited All My Life to get out of the trenches!"
The song blares around him and once more his hands extend outward, as he presents himself to the audience again. His right arm drops and his left raises in a fist above him for a couple of seconds. Then climbing the rest of the way into the ring and down from the turnbuckle he repeats the same on the opposite.
Taylor: The winner of this match will become the number one contender to the Phoenix title!
Romano: Neo James Carner better be watching his back when Jason Kross comes gunning for him!
Taylor: You backing Kross? I think that Skies might come out on top with this one, but it's really up to them.
Jessie Love: And his opponent...Jason Kross!
“Falling Away From Me” by Korn plays as Jason Kross and Sally come out from the back to cheers from the audience. Sally holds her father’s hand while Jason keeps a stern look on his face, trying to show he is ready for the battle ahead. Kross high fives a couple of people going down while Sally is too sheepish to really acknowledge anybody. Kross walks Sally to her assigned corner and tells her to stay there no matter what before getting in the ring and stretching.
Taylor: You really think that Jason Kross is going to win this match? I mean, he is looking pretty strong here. This despite giving up a couple of inches and about forty pounds to Skies.
Romano: He's has the backing of his family going into this match. His heart will win the day.
Taylor: We'll just have to watch and see how the match unfolds then, eh?
Number One Contender to the XHF Phoenix Championship
Leon Skies vs. Jason Kross
Leon Skies and Jason Kross begin circling around one another while looking for the perfect opening to strike. Jason jumps into the air, hitting a drop kick to stagger Leon backwards a few steps. He springs up to his feet and hits a few European uppercuts before whipping Leon into the corner.
Jason Kross runs across the ring to hit a corner drop kick, but Leon Skies dodges out of the way. Leon slips behind Jason as he gets up and hits a German suplex!
Taylor: Leon really blitzed him with that one!
Romano: Are you kidding me? A German joke?
Leon watches as Jason gets back to his feet and hits a roundhouse kick to the jaw! He carries through his spin and hits another roundhouse kick. This one knocking Jason to the mat.
Jason starts to get stood up when Leon grabs him for a snap suplex! Jason blocks the move and reverses it into a snap suplex of his own!
Leon starts to sit up, but Jason hits a diving punch to the side of the head that levels him. He perches on the downed Leon and hits him with several lefts and rights. He continues this assault until the referee forces Jason Kross to break the move.
Taylor: Is Jason sure that this is the kind of behavior that he wants to show off to his young daughter over there?
Romano: She don't know what's going on.
Leon Skies gets up, wiping blood from his chin with a smile as he looks at Jason.
Skies: You wanna play rough? Let's play rough.
Leon rushes in with a knee strike to the gut that backs Jason up a step. He follows the knee strike with a kick straight to the nose that sends blood splattering everywhere. Another roundhouse kick catches Jason behind the knees to send him to the mat. Jason starts to get up, but gets punt kicked in the side of the head!
Taylor: So brutal!
Romano: Leon is a former pit fighter and Jason did draw blood.
Leon draws his foot back as Jason gets to all fours and kicks him in the ribcage! Another kick to the ribs rolls Jason out of the ring!
Sally comes running around the ring to check on her daddy. She puts her hands on his shoulder while he's on all fours, raining blood to the matted floor.
Taylor: I thought that Sally was supposed to stay in her corner no matter what?
Romano: That's what I thought too, but she's like four. You expect her to listen?
Leon Skies looks like he's about to go outside of the ring, but decides against it when he sees Sally checking on her daddy.
Jason Kross gets up to his feet, telling Sally that he's alright and to go back to her corner. He rolls back into the ring where Leon watches from across the ring with a smile.
Skies: You wanted it rough.
Jason sneers, spitting blood onto the mat.
Kross: Let's play.
Leon runs across the ring, hitting a running knee to the gut. He spins Jason around and lifts him up as if for an atomic drop, but turns it into a blue thunder bomb! Leon goes to the top rope, looks around to the crowd, and leaps through the air to hit a Phoenix splash! He goes for the cover!
One
Two
Three!
Jessie Love: Winner of the match via pinfall...Leon Skies!
Leon Skies celebrates his win in the middle of the ring while Jason Kross heads to the back with Sally.
Outside of the arena, a black limo with the Warhammer Corporate logo on the side pulls up to the arena. The diver gets out and opens the door to let out Marcus Anderson and Tarrasque.
They look up at the arena before going in with Marcus Anderson leading the way.
Anderson: We'll finish getting you ready for your tag team match and should we see that Aiden Merric, we'll get you that Around the Clock championship. Maybe we'll do that first. I'll find a ref.
The two aren't that far into the arena before Tarrasque begins sniffing at the air. Marcus finds a referee.
Anderson: Come with us! We have a title to get!
The referee nods while Tarrasque still brings up the rear, sniffing at the air.
Tarrasque: Shrimp!
Anderson: Yeah, man. Aiden is such a shrimp compared to you. You'll be able to take him down in no time flat!
While Anderson and the referee continue straight for Aiden's dressing room, Tarrasque wanders off in a different direction. He stoops down and picks up a grilled shrimp off the floor. He stuffs it in his mouth with a grin.
Tarrasque: Shrimp!
The scene cuts to the parking lot. A limousine pulls up, the chauffeur gets out and makes his way to the back door. He opens the door up and the Revenants make their way out of the vehicle.Rob Garcia, followed by Jeff Noon, Neo James Carner and then Keith Williams. The chauffeur then pops open the trunk. He pulls out one of the rolling luggage bags and sets it down. Rob walks up to that and grabs it. The chauffeur grabs a duffle bag and hands that to Jeff Noon. He then struggles to get out the next two bags. Jeff leans over and looks in the trunk.
Jeff: Oh, those are stuck. Good luck getting those out.
Neo and Keith power walk over and look to find their luggage stuck in the trunk of the limo. The chauffeur is now sweating, struggling to get the luggage loose. Rob rolls his eyes.
Rob: Neo, Keith, I’m gonna head in with Jeff. I need to get to catering ASAP!
The scene cuts to the parking lot. A limousine pulls up, the chauffeur gets out and makes his way to the back door. He opens the door up and the Revenants make their way out of the vehicle.Rob Garcia, followed by Jeff Noon, Neo James Carner and then Keith Williams. The chauffeur then pops open the trunk. He pulls out one of the rolling luggage bags and sets it down. Rob walks up to that and grabs it. The chauffeur grabs a duffle bag and hands that to Jeff Noon. He then struggles to get out the next two bags. Jeff leans over and looks in the trunk.
Jeff: Oh, those are stuck. Good luck getting those out.
Neo and Keith power walk over and look to find their luggage stuck in the trunk of the limo. The chauffeur is now sweating, struggling to get the luggage loose. Rob rolls his eyes.
Rob: Neo, Keith, I’m gonna head in with Jeff. I need to get to catering ASAP!
Keith and Neo nod and go back to complaining to the chauffeur, as Rob and Jeff make their way through the parking lot. As they get closer to the entrance of the arena there is another AWF Superstar arriving. The car pulls up to a parking spot further ahead of Jeff and Rob. The trunk to this Toyota Camry then pops open.
Rob is glancing down at his phone as Jeff pushes forward. The door to the Camery ahead then opens and out of the drivers side steps Eddie Walker, and the passenger side door opens and the awkward one, Adam Sanders steps out. Jeff sees them and his facial expression turns into anger.
Jeff: Oh, hell no!
Rob looks up from his phone to see Adam and Eddie and laughs, then rolling his eyes.
Rob: Don’t worry about these two losers Jeff. We got the hobo and Dillinger, fight tonight.
Jeff looks at Rob and nods his head. The walk towards Eddie and Adam, who are now getting their own luggage out of the car. Jeff and Rob start to walk past them, Rob puts on his sunglasses, trying to big league them, by not acknowledging either of the two men. Jeff just cant help himself.
Jeff: Smells like bitch up in here! OH! Thats why!
Jeff says obnoxiously. Rob stops and looks over at Jeff annoyed.
Rob: Really? We almost made it past these two assholes. Now I have to pretend I acknowledge them.
Eddie and Adam are now standing directly across from Rob and Jeff.
Eddie: Uh… We can hear you guys, and we don’t-
Jeff throws down his luggage. And tries to get in Eddie’s face.
Jeff:You wanna die, old man?!
Eddie doesn't back down from Jeff or get intimidated what so ever.
Eddie: Shut up, you empty headed-buffoon!
Jeff grips his fists tight.
Jeff: Empty!? What?!
Rob and Adam make eye contact and both look just as embarrassed.
Rob: Jeff, come-
And before Rob can finish his sentence, Jeff swings for the fences with his right hand, completely missing Eddies face by a long shot, instead running his shoulder into Mr. Walker. Eddie stumbles back and then tries to slap Jeff across the face and he also misses as Jeff is slipping and falling on his own. Both men regain their footing. Adam and Rob both look like they are about to intervene when Jeff and Eddie both leap towards each other wildly flinging their arms, in the most pathetic slap fight you’d have ever seen. Again Rob and Adam look at each other. Rob shakes his head. And he grabs Jeff and pulls him away, as Adam does the same for Eddie.
Jeff: No! Let me go! I was about to knock his ass out!
Rob picks Jeff up and throws him over his shoulder and grabs both bags of luggage and walks away as Adam tries to calm Eddie Walker down.
The arena goes dark, with only a couple of spotlights highlighting the ring. Suddenly smoke begins to billow around the ring forming a thick cover as the synthesised choral intro to This Corrosion plays. As the main riff of the song kicks in, the smoke subsides and Natasha is standing there, mid ring. She links her hands together at the thumbs, forming the sign of the spider, and screams loudly. Natasha walks up to the ropes facing the hard camera and leans forward over the top rope, staring out blankly into the crowd.
The drum fill followed by the opening guitar riff for the title track off the fourth studio album by Canadian punk band Sum 41 begins to blare on the Ascension PA system. The fans begin to cheer as the lights go dark and a single spotlight appears on the ramp.
One, two, three, four
The rest of the band joins the guitar as Adam Sanders emerges behind the curtain. The fans give the Awkward One loud cheers as the spotlight follows his trek towards the ring.
Announcer: From Grand Rapids, Michigan, weighing in at two hundred forty pounds, he is the Awkward One… ADAM SANDERS!!
Well, I won’t be caught living in a dead end job
While praying to my government guns and gods
Now it’s us against them, we’re here to represent
And spit right in the face of the establishment!
Sanders walks up the stairs, walks down the apron a bit and puts both arms in the air. The fans continue to give loud cheers for the WCG competitor as he steps between the top and middle rope to enter the ring. He steps on the opposite turnbuckle, the chorus of the song becomes the backdrop for him to hop back into the ring.
Well because we're doing fine, and we don't need to be told
That we're doing fine, 'cause we won't give you control.
And we don't need anything from you,
'Cause we'll be just fine, and we won't be bought and sold, just like you
Taylor: Well this is Adam Sanders' time to step up with the main eventers.
Romano: But Natasha of all people? The last time she was in a group with someone, she knocked them out and left them critically injured.
The arena is plunged into darkness as "When the Levee Breaks" by Led Zeppelin echoes out of the speakers, triggering the attention of those in attendance to the stage where dark blue lights have started to flash in rhythm to the music.
If it keeps on rainin', levee's goin' to break
When the levee breaks I'll have no place to stay
As the tempo of the song picks up, it can barely be seen that someone has made their way out in the pitch black, planting themselves in the middle of the stage. The lights return and we're shown the back of Keith Williams as he's pointing at what's on his clothing. He's noticeably wearing a black denim vest with patches of bands on the front, the words "Paragon of Sleaze" printed on the back in a death metal/black metal stylized font, and directly below this is a giant mustache graphic.
Williams spins around, stroking his mustache and gleefully taking a look out at the crowd. He slowly saunters his way down the rampway to ringside, taking his time to taunt fans on either side of him. As he reaches the ring, Keith goes to enter by rolling under the bottom rope, but hesitates for a moment to thrust against it to the beat of the song, eventually getting to his feet and treating everyone with another round of mustache strokes for good measure. He mounts the turnbuckle nearest to him, hopping up to the middle rope and posing with his arms spread wide. As the music dies down, KW abandons his post and tosses his vest to a company stooge on the outside, taking to practicing his elbows in the corner before the match begins. ARYX is with him.
Taylor: Keith and ARYX! Let's see if this team can overcome the odds!
Romano: ARYX is a fast and cocky son of a gun and Keith well... I don't want to lose my job.
The drum fill followed by the opening guitar riff for the title track off the fourth studio album by Canadian punk band Sum 41 begins to blare on the Ascension PA system. The fans begin to cheer as the lights go dark and a single spotlight appears on the ramp.
One, two, three, four
The rest of the band joins the guitar as Adam Sanders emerges behind the curtain. The fans give the Awkward One loud cheers as the spotlight follows his trek towards the ring.
Announcer: From Grand Rapids, Michigan, weighing in at two hundred forty pounds, he is the Awkward One… ADAM SANDERS!!
Well, I won’t be caught living in a dead end job
While praying to my government guns and gods
Now it’s us against them, we’re here to represent
And spit right in the face of the establishment!
Sanders walks up the stairs, walks down the apron a bit and puts both arms in the air. The fans continue to give loud cheers for the WCG competitor as he steps between the top and middle rope to enter the ring. He steps on the opposite turnbuckle, the chorus of the song becomes the backdrop for him to hop back into the ring.
Well because we're doing fine, and we don't need to be told
That we're doing fine, 'cause we won't give you control.
And we don't need anything from you,
'Cause we'll be just fine, and we won't be bought and sold, just like you
Taylor: Well this is Adam Sanders' time to step up with the main eventers.
Romano: But Natasha of all people? The last time she was in a group with someone, she knocked them out and left them critically injured.
The arena is plunged into darkness as "When the Levee Breaks" by Led Zeppelin echoes out of the speakers, triggering the attention of those in attendance to the stage where dark blue lights have started to flash in rhythm to the music.
If it keeps on rainin', levee's goin' to break
When the levee breaks I'll have no place to stay
As the tempo of the song picks up, it can barely be seen that someone has made their way out in the pitch black, planting themselves in the middle of the stage. The lights return and we're shown the back of Keith Williams as he's pointing at what's on his clothing. He's noticeably wearing a black denim vest with patches of bands on the front, the words "Paragon of Sleaze" printed on the back in a death metal/black metal stylized font, and directly below this is a giant mustache graphic.
Williams spins around, stroking his mustache and gleefully taking a look out at the crowd. He slowly saunters his way down the rampway to ringside, taking his time to taunt fans on either side of him. As he reaches the ring, Keith goes to enter by rolling under the bottom rope, but hesitates for a moment to thrust against it to the beat of the song, eventually getting to his feet and treating everyone with another round of mustache strokes for good measure. He mounts the turnbuckle nearest to him, hopping up to the middle rope and posing with his arms spread wide. As the music dies down, KW abandons his post and tosses his vest to a company stooge on the outside, taking to practicing his elbows in the corner before the match begins. ARYX is with him.
Taylor: Keith and ARYX! Let's see if this team can overcome the odds!
Romano: ARYX is a fast and cocky son of a gun and Keith well... I don't want to lose my job.
Fired Up! Preview Match
Natasha & Adam Sanders vs ARYX & Keith Williams
The bell rings and it features Natasha in the ring. ARYX bends over to go inside of the ring, but Keith puts his hand forward to stop him, volunteering to start the match. ARYX raises an eyebrow but decides to let his tag team partner get into the ring. At the beginning of the match, Keith very obviously looks Natasha down at her feet and slowly makes his ways north. As he arrives back up to her face, he shoots her a wink. Natasha looks very unimpressed. Keith doesn't get the hint and offers a handshake. The former Legion member refuses to shake and Keith takes the opportunity to slap her on the behind.
Taylor: *GASP*
Romano: DOES HE SUDDENLY FEEL LIKE BREATHING IS A LUXURY NOT WORTH HAVING?!
Natasha's facial expression should have been caught by slow motion replay as it quickly transitioned from mere apathy to a little bit of disbelief, not thinking someone could actually have the gall to touch her like that to a feeling of absolute and unbridled rage. She bares her teeth and would make the NFL proud as she tackles down Keith Williams and begins attacking him with a barrage of fists flying. Keith instantly begins to protect his face, but that doesn't cause it from going black and blue as Natasha puts that much pain and misery behind each one of her blows.
Taylor: It might be a little bit late, but ladies and gentlemen at home, please tell your kids to cover their eyes! We aren't seeing wrestling here; we are looking at attempted murder!
Romano: Attempted? Awfully optimistic there, Tommy. But yes, it's a bit late. We should have said this the moment that Keith walked into the ring. We should have known exactly how this was going to go down.
Natasha is getting good ground attacking the man who calls himself the Paragon of Sleeze, but manages to find himself a way out as he uses his strong leg muscles and kicks her off of him. As he recovers and takes his hands away, the claw marks and discoloration is quite evident. As Natasha gets back up, she wastes no time in immediately charging at Keith with a closed fist. It took every bit of cunning from Keith in order to duck the blow. As he does, he runs over to his corner and tags in his partner with a pat on the shoulder. He says, "Good luck!" ARYX looks over to Keith with a degree of confusion, mouthing the word, "What?" When he turns back, he immediately sees Natasha's fist before she knocks him RIGHT OFF THE APRON. And as soon as ARYX gets up off the mat, he sees Natasha already sliding out of the ring. ARYX's eyes grows wide and circles opposite Natasha and slides in under the ropes. As he gets into the ring he runs to the opposite ropes. By the time he bounces back, Natasha is horizontal, entering the ring. As soon as she gets in - BOOM! Kick to the face! ARYX takes the opportunity for a quick pin count.
....One!
...Two!
...Kickout!
Taylor: Natasha recovers, but her anger certainly got the better of her there.
Romano: ARYX has been playing it quite smart. Know their weaknesses. Natasha's anger drives and focuses her, but she also opens herself to problems like this.
ARYX brings Natasha up to her feet in order to provide a little bit of punishment for failure to be pinned. She goes for a punch to defend herself, but ARYX blocks it. He throws a punch of her own and she's forced to stagger back. She turns back... with a surprise spinning heel kick! BOOM! Down goes ARYX! Natasha looks down with angst toward her opponent, but goes to her corner and tags in Sanders. The one who goes by The Awkward One jumps into the ring over the top rope and awkwardly approaches his opponent. ARYX gets up from the ground and immediately finds himself lifted up in the air. SPINEBUSTER! ARYX hits the ground hard! As he rolls over to his stomach so that he can get onto his feet, he finds some stretching on his neck. Is it!? Can it be!? Oh, it's Death By Powerpoint, Adam Sanders' camel clutch! The pressure is already on him!
Taylor: Ouch! Aryx is in a bad position already!
Romano: Adam's power comes from deception. He doesn't look intimidating, but is able to pack a wallop when the time comes from it.
Taylor: Kind of like Anthony Caff-
Romano: WE DON'T MENTION THAT NAME AROUND HERE ANYMORE.
ARYX is in pain. His arm is out and Junior Referee Steve Tyrell keeps asking him if he's trying to quick, considering his hands are not immediately visible due to the kind of move. He keeps shaking his head. The referee keeps moving forward until he rushes over to the corner where he stops Natasha from coming inside. Natasha grits her teeth. She only tried stepping in to prevent THIS from happening! It's Keith Williams! He rushes in and rides a bicycle! ...kick into the face of Adam Sanders! Sanders lets go and Keith actually begins to grab ARYX and drags him to his corner. Natasha sees this and begins to struggle harder, which causes the referee to work even harder to force her at her corner, even going so far as to threaten disqualification. That's what causes her to reluctantly obey the referee. When Steve Tyrell turns around, Keith Williams is already at the corner. he uses his oddly flexible body to reach over and tap himself in!
Taylor: This is slimy! This is disgusting! The referee didn't see Keith at all!
Romano: It must have been the position Had the referee been standing with his back facing Natasha, he would have seen Keith coming a mile away.
As soon as Keith Williams gets into the ring, Adam Sanders gets to his feet. Clotheslines him down! Natasha rushes into the ring and slides past the referee. She moves for a spinning heel kick... but Keith ducks it! As Natasha gets up, Keith grabs her from behind. His hands are around her waist. He picks her up and slams her back down with a German suplex! As he gets up, he feels that Adam Sanders is behind him and feels it with a STIFF forearm! Keith staggers forward and turns around only halfway where he elbows Sanders in the chest. As he circles around, Keith spears Sanders a foot backwards until he's at his corner. That's when Natasha, who just arrived back at her corner, slaps Sanders on his shoulder. She tags herself in and jumps into the ring. She sneaks up behind Keith, puts him in position and... Gourdbuster!
Taylor: It looks like Natasha has Keith right where she wants him!
Romano: Well there's a lot of things Natasha can't do, but there's one thing she knows how to do. Remember.
Keith gets up and starts grabbing his back. As he tries to sit up, Natasha holds him down and keeps him in the sitting position. SLAP! Scientists could find her fingerprints right off his cheek! Keith looks like he's seeing stars! While doing so, Natasha takes the opportunity to start dragging Williams to the center of the ring, where Keith stops her with a stabbing-like kick to Nats' midsection. She doubles over. Keith Williams KIPS UP and offers Natasha a small. She then responds by... TURNING UPPERCUT PALM STRIKE! IT'S DESTINY'S PALM! That just surprises him out of nowhere! Natasha doesn't rest on her laurels. No. She picks him up. SITOUT CHOKESLAM! HAND OF FATE! HAND OF FATE! NO! KEITH WILLIAMS JUST MANAGES TO SPIN OUT OF IT! But the landing catches Keith off balance! He lands right by his corner, loses balance and falls back! His arms fall to the top ropes, his left hand landing on ARYX's arm. Steve Tyrell calls it a tag!
Taylor: Isn't... Isn't ARYX still really tired and out of it?
Romano: Oh my. I imagine that Keith will want to tag himself back in.
He hasn't. In fact, he barely even noticed at all, if anything, that he's not the legal man on his team. No. He's so proud of himself for getting out of Natasha's finisher that he turns around, climbs the turnbuckle and poses for the lack of crowd! All while this happens, ARYX's eyes go wide. He looks in the ring, looking for Natasha. He doesn't find her there. He looks everywhere before turning around and finding Natasha... outside the ring? She smirks. She jumps onto the apron adjacent ARYX, jumps OVER the ropes and while doing so, places ARYX with her Figure Four Neck Lock. SEAL THE GATES! Her finisher is locked in! ARYX can't take the overwhelming amount of pain from Natasha! He taps out! He taps out! The bell rings!
Jessie Love: Here is your winner - The team of Adam Sanders and Natasha!
Taylor: HOLY HELL! WHAT WAS THAT!?
Romano: That was what happens when you get too cocky. Oh, you mean Natasha? ...Well, that's what happens when you're near a pissed off Natasha. I know she wanted to win against the pervert, but Adam Sanders and her are walking away as victors for this match. They both did great! ARYX on the other hand... Not too sure.
We open up in Aiden Merric’s locker room. We hear a knock on the door. Aiden opens it up and there is Marcus Anderson and a referee!
Aiden: The hell are you doing here?
Marcus Anderson: Tarrasque here wants your title.
Aiden: I don’t have it. I’m betting your boy went and tried to find it since I don’t see him.
Anderson wheels around and Tarrasque is nowhere to be found.
Marcus Anderson: Aha … well … you do know that most people on the roster know that title has to be won by pinning you not just taking the belt right?
Aiden: Say what now? … I was so concerned about the beastie and HIS frame of mind I forgot about the rest of the roster!
A random wrestler dives over Anderson into the room and into a victory roll. The ref counts.
ONE!
Aiden kicks out then turns and equips his knuckle duster and cracks the enhancement talent local jobber in the jaw. He then hurls him from the room and sends Marcus and the ref to find Tarrasque.
Aiden: Ok … new plan needed or I won’t get the chance to kill the beast … or I might get worked over before getting to take down New Jimmy.
Aiden goes to work rigging up his doorknob with a cattle prod to shock anyone who touches it. He then lays a few strands of chicken wire across the opening to the door. He rubs his chin. He shrugs then rigs up a trip wire pointing at the door attached to an air gun. Inside the air cannon is some chum and some musk.
Aiden: Anyone who tries to get in here will be in for a surprise!
Aiden heads off down a hallway.
???: Alright you uber-DICK! It's so easy, your grandpa PTSD and one fuckin' nut could get it right.
Live backstage, a commotion could be heard as an AWF cameraman traversed through the dressing room, coming out to the hallway where both of the companies newest signings, Spike Skye and Justin Case, could be seen in some dispute. Skye looked calm, relaxing with his back against the wall with a glass bong in his hands. Justin on the other hand, sporting his pink GI, had his hands on his hips with a scowl on his face.
Justin: Justin... Case. Got that? It's not that hard. You've gotta be brain dead to not know how to say my name. The NAME of The MASTER of Case Kwan Do!
Spike: Just... InCase.
Justin: NO! You fuckin' hippie! JUST-IN-CASE!
Spike: Dude, I've been saying that.
Justin: You haven't, but ya know what? This is a waste of The Ass Kicker of The Millennium's time! You can suck a dick like you suck that bong for all I care. Besides, you're like the 50th person in the XHF with "sky" in their name.
Spike: Am not.
Justin: Are too.
Spike: Nuh-uh.
Justin: Yuh-huh.
Spike: Nuh-uh.
Justin: Yuh-huh...
Spike: ...Nuh-uh.
Justin: YUH-FUCKING-HUH!
Spike was taken back a bit, looking at Justin with his hazy, tired eyes. He giggled with a snort, before taking the bong up to his lips. Just before he could light it, Justin quickly shoved him aside, walking up to Aiden Merric, who holds the Around The Clock Championship.
Justin: YO BUSTAH!
Aiden turns around, seemingly unimpressed by this new challenger, who begins his MMA pre-fight ritual of posing.
Justin: The Thunder from Down Under! Aiden Merric! Your dick jerkin' days with that belt are over pal! I'm challengin' YOU for it! RIGHT HERE! RIGHT NOW! It's about time you got a REAL challenge in the form of me, The Master of Case Kwan Do, The Ass Kicker Of The Millennium, The Booty Bumper, The Absolute BEST, The Intercontinental SENSATION, THE ONE! THE ONLY! JUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUS-
CRASH! The sound of Spike Skye's bong bursting into a million tiny pieces as it connects with the back of Case's head! Case falls face first into the ground, knocked out cold as he lays in a puddle of glass and weed. Skye looks down at his handy work with a shrug, before seeing Aiden, who's amazed at the display of stupidity by Justin.
Spike: Hi Keith, big fan. SURPRISE PIN!
Aiden looks up to see the Fly Guy leap at him with a cross-body! He goes for the pin!
NO!
Spike slips on a puddle of bongwater and mis-times his leap, allowing Aiden to sidestep and hustle away with the title, leaving a very wet and messy scene for Spike and Justin to deal with.
Aiden heads off down a hallway.
???: Alright you uber-DICK! It's so easy, your grandpa PTSD and one fuckin' nut could get it right.
Live backstage, a commotion could be heard as an AWF cameraman traversed through the dressing room, coming out to the hallway where both of the companies newest signings, Spike Skye and Justin Case, could be seen in some dispute. Skye looked calm, relaxing with his back against the wall with a glass bong in his hands. Justin on the other hand, sporting his pink GI, had his hands on his hips with a scowl on his face.
Justin: Justin... Case. Got that? It's not that hard. You've gotta be brain dead to not know how to say my name. The NAME of The MASTER of Case Kwan Do!
Spike: Just... InCase.
Justin: NO! You fuckin' hippie! JUST-IN-CASE!
Spike: Dude, I've been saying that.
Justin: You haven't, but ya know what? This is a waste of The Ass Kicker of The Millennium's time! You can suck a dick like you suck that bong for all I care. Besides, you're like the 50th person in the XHF with "sky" in their name.
Spike: Am not.
Justin: Are too.
Spike: Nuh-uh.
Justin: Yuh-huh.
Spike: Nuh-uh.
Justin: Yuh-huh...
Spike: ...Nuh-uh.
Justin: YUH-FUCKING-HUH!
Spike was taken back a bit, looking at Justin with his hazy, tired eyes. He giggled with a snort, before taking the bong up to his lips. Just before he could light it, Justin quickly shoved him aside, walking up to Aiden Merric, who holds the Around The Clock Championship.
Justin: YO BUSTAH!
Aiden turns around, seemingly unimpressed by this new challenger, who begins his MMA pre-fight ritual of posing.
Justin: The Thunder from Down Under! Aiden Merric! Your dick jerkin' days with that belt are over pal! I'm challengin' YOU for it! RIGHT HERE! RIGHT NOW! It's about time you got a REAL challenge in the form of me, The Master of Case Kwan Do, The Ass Kicker Of The Millennium, The Booty Bumper, The Absolute BEST, The Intercontinental SENSATION, THE ONE! THE ONLY! JUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUS-
CRASH! The sound of Spike Skye's bong bursting into a million tiny pieces as it connects with the back of Case's head! Case falls face first into the ground, knocked out cold as he lays in a puddle of glass and weed. Skye looks down at his handy work with a shrug, before seeing Aiden, who's amazed at the display of stupidity by Justin.
Spike: Hi Keith, big fan. SURPRISE PIN!
Aiden looks up to see the Fly Guy leap at him with a cross-body! He goes for the pin!
NO!
Spike slips on a puddle of bongwater and mis-times his leap, allowing Aiden to sidestep and hustle away with the title, leaving a very wet and messy scene for Spike and Justin to deal with.
Jessie Love: The following match is scheduled for one fall and is a Fired Up preview tag team match.
As the word “Firecracker” appears on the large screen, red and green laser lights spin around the arena as Lzzy Hale begins to sing the opening to the song. Then the word fades and is replaced by the name “Dakota” as the redhead makes her way out to the stage area, a look of sheer scorn etched across her beautiful features. She looks out around the crowd and turns her nose up at them before making her way down the aisle.
Jessie Love: Making her way to the ring, she hails from Scottsdale, Arizona.....She is the Firecracker, DAKOOOTTTAAA JJEEENNNIINNGGSSSS!!!”
Reaching the ring, she confidently strides up the steps before stepping under the second rope before climbing up one of the turnbuckles, flipping the bird to the fans as they boo and jeer in earnest.
“All Animal” by Through Fire begins playing as Tarrasque and Marcus Anderson come out from the back to the cheering of the crowd. Tarrasque is eating what appears to be a beef tenderloin.
Jessie Love: And her tag team partner from Parts Unknown, "THE BEAST" TAARAAAAAAAAAASQUE!
The pair make their way down to the ring before Tarrasque throws what remains of the meat into the crowd. He steps over the ropes and into the crowd, roaring to the crowd.
Taylor: How do you think The Beast and the Firecracker will get on together.
Romano: The best plan with Tarrasque is to stay the hell out of his way. Tarrasque is a monster who just likes to smash things. Let him smash.
The lights in the area go out and and red glow comes from the ramp as Sympathy for the Devil by The Rolling Stones begins to play through the speakers. As the words come through, the light gets darker.
Please allow me to introduce myself
Im a man of wealth and taste
Ive been around for a long, long year
Stole many a mans soul and faith
And I was round when jesus christ
Had his moment of doubt and pain
Jessie Love: And their first opponent, weighing in at two hundred and eighty five pounds, from Las Vegas, Nevada, RAAAAAAAAAAAAAT BAAAAAAAAAAASTARD
Shadows mix in with the red glow now.
Made damn sure that pilate
Washed his hands and sealed his fate
Pleased to meet you
Hope you guess my name
But whats puzzling you
Is the nature of my game
Rat Bastard steps through the curtain, a cocky smug look upon his face, with a tooth pick handing from his mouth.
I stuck around St. Petersburg
When I saw it was a time for a change
Killed the czar and his ministers
Anastasia screamed in vain
Rat begins his stalk to the ring, shooting dirty looks of disgust out at the fans before
climbing the stairs the ring, slowly moving inside as he begins to point toward the mat, lipping to the fans that he owns this place.
The arena lights pulse red as 'Riot' starts up. Bloodied Fox steps through the curtain, a look of determination on his face and the United States title strapped diagonally across his chest. He taps the belt's faceplate then salutes the ringside staff, leading them in a cry of "WALK WITH FOX!!!".
Staff: WALK WITH FOX! WALK WITH FOX!
Jessie Love: And his tag team partner, weighing in at one hundred and ninety five pounds, from Reading, Berkshire, England, BLOOOODIIIEEED FOOOOOOOOOOX!
Smiling, he heads down to the ring, fist bumping with some front row fans before sliding in, mounting a turnbuckle and unstrapping the belt, holding it up proudly for all to see.
Taylor: OK, how do you see this pairing working, Cassius?
Romano: I don't. These two guys hate each other and it's going to take them working out differences to win. I don't see that happening.
As the word “Firecracker” appears on the large screen, red and green laser lights spin around the arena as Lzzy Hale begins to sing the opening to the song. Then the word fades and is replaced by the name “Dakota” as the redhead makes her way out to the stage area, a look of sheer scorn etched across her beautiful features. She looks out around the crowd and turns her nose up at them before making her way down the aisle.
Jessie Love: Making her way to the ring, she hails from Scottsdale, Arizona.....She is the Firecracker, DAKOOOTTTAAA JJEEENNNIINNGGSSSS!!!”
Reaching the ring, she confidently strides up the steps before stepping under the second rope before climbing up one of the turnbuckles, flipping the bird to the fans as they boo and jeer in earnest.
“All Animal” by Through Fire begins playing as Tarrasque and Marcus Anderson come out from the back to the cheering of the crowd. Tarrasque is eating what appears to be a beef tenderloin.
Jessie Love: And her tag team partner from Parts Unknown, "THE BEAST" TAARAAAAAAAAAASQUE!
The pair make their way down to the ring before Tarrasque throws what remains of the meat into the crowd. He steps over the ropes and into the crowd, roaring to the crowd.
Taylor: How do you think The Beast and the Firecracker will get on together.
Romano: The best plan with Tarrasque is to stay the hell out of his way. Tarrasque is a monster who just likes to smash things. Let him smash.
The lights in the area go out and and red glow comes from the ramp as Sympathy for the Devil by The Rolling Stones begins to play through the speakers. As the words come through, the light gets darker.
Please allow me to introduce myself
Im a man of wealth and taste
Ive been around for a long, long year
Stole many a mans soul and faith
And I was round when jesus christ
Had his moment of doubt and pain
Jessie Love: And their first opponent, weighing in at two hundred and eighty five pounds, from Las Vegas, Nevada, RAAAAAAAAAAAAAT BAAAAAAAAAAASTARD
Shadows mix in with the red glow now.
Made damn sure that pilate
Washed his hands and sealed his fate
Pleased to meet you
Hope you guess my name
But whats puzzling you
Is the nature of my game
Rat Bastard steps through the curtain, a cocky smug look upon his face, with a tooth pick handing from his mouth.
I stuck around St. Petersburg
When I saw it was a time for a change
Killed the czar and his ministers
Anastasia screamed in vain
Rat begins his stalk to the ring, shooting dirty looks of disgust out at the fans before
climbing the stairs the ring, slowly moving inside as he begins to point toward the mat, lipping to the fans that he owns this place.
The arena lights pulse red as 'Riot' starts up. Bloodied Fox steps through the curtain, a look of determination on his face and the United States title strapped diagonally across his chest. He taps the belt's faceplate then salutes the ringside staff, leading them in a cry of "WALK WITH FOX!!!".
Staff: WALK WITH FOX! WALK WITH FOX!
Jessie Love: And his tag team partner, weighing in at one hundred and ninety five pounds, from Reading, Berkshire, England, BLOOOODIIIEEED FOOOOOOOOOOX!
Smiling, he heads down to the ring, fist bumping with some front row fans before sliding in, mounting a turnbuckle and unstrapping the belt, holding it up proudly for all to see.
Taylor: OK, how do you see this pairing working, Cassius?
Romano: I don't. These two guys hate each other and it's going to take them working out differences to win. I don't see that happening.
Fired Up! Preview Match
Dakota Jennings & Tarrasque vs. Bloodied Fox & Rat Bastard
Rat steps into the ring before the bell rings, wanting to start for his team and not let Fox gain any glory. Gabe Valentine calls for the bell and Dakota leads off for her team. Rat closes the distance and throws a wild jab towards The Firecracker, but Jennings is quick enough to duck out of the way and lashes a kick into Rat's thigh. Rat raises an eyebrow questioningly and tries another punch and again Dakota bobs and weaves, using her speed advantage to stay out of the way of Rat's blows. Another kick lands and Rat kind of grits his teeth as it finds its mark where the first one landed.
Taylor: Dakota Jennings has the clear advantage in quickness over Rat Bastard.
Romano: She's younger, smaller, fitter. You have to leverage those factors against a guy like Ratty.
Dakota looks for a loose arm to whip Rat but the much larger Rat Bastard easily performs a do see do and sends Dakota flying across the ring. Rat sets off in the opposite direction and looks to shape for a tackle but Dakota steadies herself on the ropes and feels a meaty paw hit her on the back. As Rat heads across the ring, full head of steam, Tarrasque steps into his path and Rat bounces off the muscle bound meat monster. Rat gets back to his feet and scrambles over to his own corner and tags out to Fox. As The Vulpine Scavenger steps into the ring, Rat steps off the ring apron and orders a member of staff to fetch him the anti viral hand sanitizer.
Taylor: It looks like Rat wants nothing to do with Tarrasque.
Romano: It looks like Rat wants nothing to do with Fox either.
Mobility being key to Fox's strategy, Fox dances on his feet, looking to find a good attack vector to hit Tarrasque. Fox tries to fire off some stylish kicks but can't even make the brutish Tarrasque break an expression. Fox closes in to see if a palm strike to the face will improve his situation but Tarrasque just takes it and pushes off Fox with both hands, sending the Vulpine Scavenger flying across the ring. Tarrasque walks over to Fox's body and steps on the British cruiserweight. Tarrasque walks around the ring, his mind possibly wandering and Dakota tags herself back in, meanwhile Rat has managed to tape the palm of his hand up and he blind tags Fox as Fox stumbles towards his own corner, making sure not to let his flesh ever touch Fox's.
Romano: Rat and Dakota back in. And it looks like Rat is being careful not to spread any germs.
Taylor: I think he's just trying not to catch...
Romano: One you can't do that. Two, you can't say that.
Rat snatches The Firecracker up when the pair close in and he hooks a leg and dumps Dakota with a fierce T-Bone Suplex. He follows up straight away, hauling 'Kota up off the mat by her hair (which earns him an admonishment from Gabe Valentine) and delivers a sharp DDT to her. Another lift by the hair, another warning delivered before Rat starts twisting Dakota's head round in his arm and Ratty McB drops Dakota to the mat with a vicious neckbreaker. Rat hold onto the neck and begins to try to snap Dakota's head off, wrenching back viciously.
Taylor: That's a nasty neck crank.
Romano: It's like popping a lid off a bottle of Bastard Brew.
Shuffling towards the ropes, Dakota uses her superior ring awareness to stretch out a leg and force Gabe Valentine to break the hold. Rat stands and begins jaw jacking with the referee, allowing Dakota time to stand. Ratty moves in for another power move but is met with a series of rapid strikes to each of his legs, 'Kota's foot speed being a bit of a blur to him. Right, Left, Right, Left, one final shot to the right leg which takes Rat Bastard off his feet. The Firecracker sets off for the ropes and rebounds off, using Rat's thigh as a springboard and launching her knee HARD into The Bastard One's face.
Taylor: IT CAME FROM SCOTTSDALE!
Dakota covers...
ONE!
TWO!
THR.. Rat Bastard kicks out.
Romano: Route 93.
Taylor: What?
Romano: That's how you get from Scottsdale to Vegas.
Stunned by having his head kneed in, Rat staggers to his feet. Dakota is completely focused on Rat's greasy mug as she cocks her leg back and SMASHES RAT IN THE TEETH WITH A VICIOUS, PRECISELY DELIVERED SUPERKICK. RAT IS NEARLY KNOCKED CLEAN OUT OF HIS BOOTS AS HE FALLS ACROSS THE RING! Dakota looks to cover but the sheer force of her kick has flung Rat near enough his own corner for Bloodied Fox to tag back in. 'Kota backs up a little and the pair square up.
Taylor: DAKOTA JENNINGS JUST DKOd RAT BASTARD HARD!
Romano: You know, there is a government warning about taking unnecessary flights. Well, Rat just took one.
Fox and Dakota close. Fox fires a shotei at Dakota's face. Dakota takes it and fires off one of her own. Fox takes it and fires off one of HIS own. Dakota sucks it up and fires off one of HER own. SUDDENLY A STRIKE BLITZ ERUPTS FROM BOTH SIDES! PALM STRIKES! CHOPS! KICKS! A EUROPEAN UPPERCUT FROM FOX KNOCKS DAKOTA BACK A FEW STEPS! DAKOTA RECOVERS AND USES THE SPACE TO HIT A RUNNING ENZUIGIRI! THE PAIR STAND AND FACE OFF WITH EACH OTHER!
Taylor: Shots fired!
Romano: A whole magazine's worth at that.
A high, arcing head kick from Dakota is effortlessly ducked by Fox. The Vulpine Scavenger slides in behind Dakota and locks in a Full Nelson before SUPLEXING DAKOTA JENNINGS WITH AN ALARMING SPEED, DROPPING HER RIGHT ON HER HEAD!.
Taylor: FOX TRAP SUPLEX!
AND DAKOTA STANDS STRAIGHT BACK UP! Fox still has rear position and looks for the Full Nelson for a second Fox Trap, but his head strays a little too far forward and Jennings locks Fox in a 3/4 Facelock. Dakota walks Fox towards her own corner and tags in Tarrasque. The behemoth steps into the ring and Dakota offers a simple command.
Dakota Jennings: FLIP ME!
Dakota leaps into the air and Tarrasque grabs her by the ankles and THROWS DAKOTA'S BODY OVER ITSELF, TAKING FOX DOWN TO THE CANVAS WITH A SHIRANUI!
Taylor: IT CAME FROM SCOTTSDALE II: THE UNNECESSARY SEQUEL!
Dakota rolls away and lets Tarrasque cover...
ONE!
TWO!
TH... Fox squirms out. Tarrasque grunts and makes a snapping motion with his hands. He flips Fox over and sits on the centre of Bloodied Fox's spine. Gabe Valentine stays dropped down to see if a submission will be applied as Rat rushes into the ring to break up any possible winning hold. Rat takes five good strides towards the pile and...
DAKOTA PULLS PEPPER SPRAY FROM HER TIGHTS AND GIVES RAT BASTARD A FULL BLAST TO THE FACE!
Taylor: WHAT? THE? HELL?
Meanwhile Tarrasque puts his hands around Bloodied Fox's head. He goes for the big neck snap...
AND FOX SLIDES OUT FROM THE HOLD AND SAVES HIS OWN LIFE! TARRASQUE FALLS BACKWARDS ONTO HIS SHOULDERS AND QUICK AS A FLASH FOX USES HIS LEGS TO ARCH BACKWARDS INTO A PRAWN HOLD PIN! GABE VALENTINE IS IN EXACTLY THE RIGHT PLACE!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
Jessie Love: THE WINNERS OF THIS MATCH, BY PINFALL, BLOOOOODIED FOX AND RAAAAT BAAAAAAAAASTARD
Taylor: Fox steals the win. Dakota was still playing defense.
Romano: Maybe if Dakota had a less idiotic partner than Tarrasque she would have won.
Taylor: Well, we'll see what happens at Fired Up itself!
The cameras cut away to the boiler room.
Tarrasque enters the room with a little bit of caution as he sniffs at the air to take in the strong scent of shrimp. He walks up to the bowl of shrimp, but then something else catches his eye.
The photos of the pretty girls on the wall and the ATC Championship Belt. He begins to walk toward it when he hears someone behind him. He spins around to see Copycat come into the room with a wide grin and a mouthful of the shrimp that Tarrasque had left on the floor. Copycat sees Tarrasque and the title, but his eyes go over to the bowl of shrimp.
Copycat: You mind if I eat that? I’m soo hungry.
Tarrasque just shrugs his great shoulders with a chuckle and moves toward the title belt while Copycat begins to eat from the bowl of shrimp.
Copycat: This is so good!
Tarrasque reaches for the title belt, hitting the tripwire with his feet. This sets a number of things into motion. A number of bear traps fall down to the floor and break apart. Copycat screams as another trap grabs him and sends him up to be hanging from the ceiling. Tarrasque tries to pry the belt from the wall, but with it being locked there he has no success.
Tarrasque: Me fight champion and then me come back.
Tarrasque steps over the broken bear traps on his way up through the door.
Copycat: A little help?
🎶HARD🎶 by Tay-K and BloccBoy JB erupts over the sound system throughout the arena and a roar of boo's and jeers explodes from the crowd. The beat drops and out from the curtain walks Rob Garcia wearing what looks to be a mink coat. He stops and stands at the entrance ramp, staring at the crowd with a smug look upon his face. As he stands there, his manager, Jeff Noon then makes his way out holding a clipboard and he then stands to the right of Rob. Rob turns his head to look at Jeff, and they both nod, Rob then slowly makes his way down towards the ring, Jeff following behind. Rob stops half way and starts trash talking a fan, Jeff then uses his clipboard to block the fans face when they try to react and he then moves his hand forward to escort Rob to the ring. Rob jumps up on the ring apron, as Jeff runs up the steps, he walks to the turnbuckle, climbs it and raises his hand in the air holding up his index finger. The crowd continues to boo and yell insults and vulgar remarks at Rob as he yells "I'm the man! I'm number one! I'm the king of extreme!" He then jumps down off the turnbuckle and makes his way over to Noon.
Taylor: And here is another Fired Up preview, with an interesting matchup definitely.
Romano: Rob Garcia, one of the ReVenants, hasn't exactly had the best record. Though after last Prestige, he and his stablemate, Keith Williams came up with a big win. But his partner isn't Keith Williams tonight.
Taylor: That is true. It'll be interesting to see how he pairs up with-
The lights go down and the sound of people cheering starts to play. Spotlights come up in pairs, focused on the stage until Stagefright starts to play as fog covers the stage and strobing purple lights play along with the song. Slowly a platform rises from the center of the stage, revealing a figure in an elaborate velvet robe, with "Tommy Strychnine" signed on the back in flickering LEDs. Tommy spins around when the lyrics start ans shrugs off the robe, lip-synching along to the song and imitating playing guitar as he makes his way down the ramp, stopping to take selfies and give high fives to fans along the way. When he gets to the ring, he poses on the turnbuckle with his guitar, pretending to play along with the song, before handing off the guitar to the ring crew and doing a flip off the turnbuckle into a powerslide as pyro goes off from the corners of the ring.
Taylor: Tommy Strychnine!
Romano: He may have lost his United States championship to Bloodied Fox, but if it's bothering him- He surely hasn't given any hint of that. Strychnine is ready to dust himself and get back into the ring- maybe even work himself back up for a rematch for the US title soon enough.
Taylor: Though he isn't exactly the FRIENDLIEST tag partner to have, think he and Garcia will be able to get along?
Romano: If they both want to win, they will.
Taylor: And here is the Time Traveler himself! The man with the title shot of any choosing, he definitely is one to keep your eyes on for Fired Up.
Romano: As much as I find it hard to believe he is a time traveler, can't deny he'll be a massive threat to watch for a while with that title shot of his.
The music plays for 30 seconds before Guilotina walks down the stage slowly with MIA by his side, waving at fans and signing kids t-shirts with his name.
"Aw, fuck yo' headphone!"
"Timebomb" by Beck blasts into the arena and all the lights change to a cool shade of neon blue. Seth Dillinger struts out to the top of the ramp wearing sunglasses, jeans, and a button-down shirt with the top two buttons undone, showing off just a bit of his pecs. After the countdown timer hits zero, Seth starts to stroll down to the ring, smirking at the crowd and soaking up their applause. When he reaches the bottom of the ramp, he rolls into the ring under the bottom rope, then paces around to each side of the ring, smiling at the crowd.
Taylor: And the former Prestige Champion, himself.
Romano: Coming out of a rather brutal match for both sides against Vincent Draven at Night of Champions, he lost the title via… well, nearly getting his throat torn out. That was a bloodbath. But he doesn't seem to be that phased by it- if anything, he seems ready to go for this match.
Taylor: Please don't remind me- That was hard to watch...
Fired Up! Preview Match
Rob Garcia & Tommy Strychnine vs. Guillotina & Seth Dillinger
The bell sounds to officially begin the match. The King of Extreme starts off in the ring for his team, and he is met by the former Prestige Champion. Garcia gives Seth a quick look up and down before scoffing, as if he wasn’t impressed with the competitor with the accolades of Seth Dillinger. While he was scoffing, Dillinger leaps for a bicycle kick and connects with the chest of Rob Garcia. Garcia looks upset after that first kick and gets back to his feet
Romano: As much as I like Garcia, he has to know that Seth Dillinger is not someone to take lightly.
Taylor: And Seth gave him a bicycle kick to make him realize that this is the man who was just our Prestige Champion.
Garcia gets to his feet and goes for a clothesline, but Dillinger ducks and uses Garcia’s momentum to land a bulldog. Garcia quickly rolls back to his corner to tag in Strychnine.
Taylor: And a quick tag to Tommy Strychnine. Rob Garcia did not like how this match-up was starting off and is going to reevaluate.
Romano: Seth is dangerous no matter who is across from him. Guilotina should count himself lucky that he has Seth working with him.
Tommy steps into the ring and quickly lands an elbow strike on Seth. And irish whip into the Tommy/Rob corner gives Tommy a chance to start taunting Guillotina on the outside with Rob Garcia lands an apron clothesline on Seth. Tommy puts Seth on the top rope and lands a superplex in the center of the ring.
Taylor: Tommy with a booming superplex. It’s moves like that you have to do to in order to take out the fairly speedy Seth Dillinger. Power, right, Cassius?
Romano: Yes, Taylor. You gotta go power against Seth. Tommy is taking the best route. Whether or not it will be enough remains to be seen.
Tommy gets the cover on Seth to try to win before Guillotina even sees the ring.
One…
TWO…
TH...NO!!
Seth gets the shoulder up to break up the count. Tag to Garcia. Garcia takes the opportunity of Seth being slightly out of it after the superplex to get a huge belly to belly suplex. Seth pops back up and gets a quick tag to Guillotina, who finally hits the ring.
Taylor: And here comes Guillotina! And he looks ready!
Romano: I’m still not sure how much I believe him as a man from the future. And neither does Garcia, who is about to go after him.
Garcia charges the futuristic superstar, who quickly lands a flapjack on Garcia. He turns to Tommy to see if he wanted to try the Carte Blanche Contender. With Tommy staying on the apron, he sends Garcia into the rope and drops him with a spinebuster. Tag to Dillinger.
Taylor: And a quick tag to Seth.
Romano: He got a few moves in and wants to keep himself fresh. Seth got a moment to catch his breath.
Dillinger climbs the top rope and lands a moonsault on Garcia. He scrambles for the cover.
ONE!!
TWO!!
THR…NO!!
Garcia kicks out just in time to avoid the ending of the match. Garcia grabs onto Seth before he can get back up and is able to small package into a cover for a team of his own. Garcia grabs onto the bottom rope for leverage.
ONE!!
TWO!!
THR...WAIT!!
Gabe Valentine sees the rope grab by Garcia, who is starting to celebrate until Valentine tells chews him out for cheating and says that he stopped the count. This gives Seth enough time to land a leaping lariat on Garcia. Seth delivers a few stomps before tagging Guillotina in. Guillotina puts Rob Garcia on the ropes before delivering some strikes to Garcia’s chest. With Valentine at a bad angle to see it, Garcia quickly delivers a low blow on Guillo.
Romano: Future or not, no one likes to get hit there.
Taylor: Terrible that Garcia had to resort to tactics like that and the cheap pin attempt.
Romano: He’s gotta do what he’s gotta do. He’s trying to win matches. This isn’t ballet in there.
Garcia tags in Tommy Strychnine. He grabs Guillotina from the back and hits a release german suplex. He follows it up with an axe kick as soon as Guillotina starts to get back up. Cover by Strychnine.
ONE!!
TWO!!
THR...NO!!
Guillotina is able to get the shoulder up. Tommy sends Guillotina into a neutral corner and delivers a bunch of strikes to the mid-section before revealing a bottle of whiskey.
Romano: Well. I think he wants to go for the Whiskey Tango Foxtrot.
Taylor: Well, the bottle smash part won’t be legal. I’m not even sure that the whiskey spitting would be...
Romano: Gonna have to see what happens then.
Tommy begins to chug the bottle of whiskey, his eyes up at the ceiling before lowering them back towards Guillotina… only he isn’t in the corner anymore. Tommy Strychnine turns around, only to see Guillotina ready to strike with the Ooops. The impact of the spinning sitout jawbreaker has Tommy spray his whiskey in the air. Tommy scrambles to his feet only to see Guillotina already lining him up.
Romano: Uh oh.
Taylor: Guillo Slash! And here comes Seth Dillinger to make sure Rob Garcia can’t do anything.
As soon as Guillotina’s 540 roundhouse kick connects to Tommy’s face, Seth Dillinger climbs the top rope of a neutral corner and is able to take Garcia out of the equation with a missile dropkick. Guillotina gets the cover!
ONE!!
TWO!!
THREE!!
DING DING DING
Jessie Love: Here is your winner... the team of Guillotina and Seth Dillinger!
Guillotina smiles and cheers. He enthusiastically goes to hug Seth Dillinger, who begrudgingly accepts it, but is sure to cop a quick feel of those washboard abs in the process.
Taylor: Momentum is huge going into Fired Up, and Guillotina just made a huge statement!
Tarrasque has been unhindered by the snare and the bear traps and is gone … Aiden approaches the boiler room to reclaim his title and hears someone caught! He barges in … and hanging from the snare with a shrimp in his mouth is Copycat.
Copycat: Hello sir will you kindly cut me down? I was tricked by food!
Aiden: Bloody hell …
Aiden walks right past the broken traps and the snared Copycat and unlocks his belt and takes it down. He then pushes Copycat letting him swing there wildly and exits the building with his title.
Jessie Love: This match is scheduled for one fall… and is for the XHF PHOENIX CHAMPIONSHIP!
Jessie Love: Introducing first, the challenger! Hailing all the way from Coober Pedy, South Australia at 6 feet 2 inches and two hundred and twenty pounds, he is the WONDER from DOWN UNDER- AAIIIDEEEENN MERRIICCCCC!
“Ain’t No Rest for the Wicked” hits the arena as an imitation sandstorm is created in the entranceway and Aiden Merric emerges from it chewing nicotine gum and wearing the Around The Clock Championship around his waist. He spits the gum and puts a patch on his arm before stretching and walking to the ring with a purpose. He rolls into the ring and stretches on the ropes. The referee stops him and removes his various blades, ropes and other hunting equipment as he smirks. He then hands over his title belt and cracks his neck waiting for the bell.
Taylor: And here is our current Around The Clock Champion, the Big Game Hunter himself!
Romano: He definitely seems to be on a great hunt for any gold he can get his hands on, Taylor. Not only is he the current ATC Champion, but it’s very possible he might end up as a double champion by the end of the night.
Taylor: That’s true, Cassius! In his first Phoenix Championship reign, he became the longest reigning Phoenix champ in XHF history. Now tonight, he’s looking to win it back from the man he lost it to.
Jessie Love: Introducing second, the XHF Phoenix Champiooooon! Coming from Buena Park, Californniaaaaaa- Standing at six foot three and weighing in at two hundred and forty-nine pounds, he isTHE MENACE OF OPULENCE- NEO JAMMESSS CARRNEERRRR!
Taylor: And now here is the Champion! He’s made it clear that he aims to be the greatest Phoenix Champion and doesn’t think very highly of the former champion he’s facing tonight.
Romano: He’s already off to a great start, beating the United States Champion- Bloodied Fox. He could beat another champion tonight too.
Taylor: He won by CHEATING by getting the ReVenants help AND some brass knuckles!
Romano: That doesn’t matter. A win is still a win in the history books.
A cavalcade of clapping begins as the D.R.U.G.S. tune “King I Am” blares over the sound system.
“You can feel the fear when I walk by
Tail between your legs make ’em run and hide
And I can see the pain pouring out your eyes
I think I am finally, starting to feel like the KING I AM!
The song kicks in over the loudspeakers as the sound of guitars ascend to the boiling point and the song engages. Neo begins to make a triumphant strut down to the ring, his chin held high as his hands lay at his side moving with his stride, the XHF Phoenix Championship around his waist. He looks down all around the ramp, keeping his bearded chin up as he glides effortlessly forward in a striding saunter. The pompous cocky attitude radiating from his being at this point.
Neo makes it to the ringside area as he circles around the ring, jumping up effortlessly onto the apron and climbs into the ring. He walks over to the ropes on the side of the stage as he grabs the top rope with his hands and then yanks down on it, flexing all of his muscles before releasing it, a giant white and red pyro exploding out the top of the nearby turnbuckle like a mortar.
NJC hands his championship to the referee as Merric takes his off as well. The referee shows Merric the championship before raising it in front of the hard camera, then handing it to the timekeeper. Both competitors stare at each other from opposite sides of the ring as the referee tells them he wants a clean match. The bell then rings.
Main Event
XHF Phoenix Championship
Out in the parking lot, Aiden Merric, heads out to his car. He goes to unlock the door when the window rolls down and he sees Marcus Anderson sitting there.
Taylor: I’m wondering just how long it’s going to take for Williams or Garcia to show up out here.
Romano: Oh, please, Taylor- NJC managed to beat Merric before without help- he can do it again. That said, Merric looks back and better than ever- It’ll be hard to tell who walks out of here tonight with the belt.
Merric warily advances toward the champion but NJC quickly steps to the side. He throws out a quick AXE KICK, but Merric dodges swiftly. Merric goes in for a wristlock and quickly transitions it into a hammerlock! NJC grits his teeth and winces but backs himself and Merric into the corner turnbuckles. The referee quickly moves in to make sure a clean break happens. Merric lets go carefully and allows NJC to be let free. NJC raises his hands as the ref watches carefully- BUT TURNS AROUND AND HITS MERRIC WITH A SHINING WIZARD IN THE CORNER- IGNORING THE REF’S SCOLDING, HE FINISHES THE COMBO BY BULLDOGGING THE DAZED MERRIC ONTO THE MAT!
Taylor: SHINING WIZARD AND A BULLDOG! THAT WAS A SNEAK ATTACK!
Romano: He’s playing his cards right- not letting Merric to get a chance to breathe.
The Infinity King quickly drops down for a lateral press- The ref starts the count!
ONE- KICKOUT!
NJC seems like he can’t believe it, then tries again.
O- KICKOUT!
Taylor: It’s way too early to try for a pin.
Romano: Agreed, Merric isn’t going down that easily.
NJC lifts the Big Game Hunter up and goes for a CHOP BLOCK to the leg! Merric yells out at crumples to the mat, clutching his knee. NJC grins and follows up with a stomp to the back of his knee! Then with an ELBOW DROP to the leg! He quickly goes for a heel lock but Merric smartly manages to get a hand on the bottom rope before it’s fully locked in.
Taylor: Great ring awareness from Merric-! That could’ve been bad.
Romano: NJC seems to have taken a liking to trying to hurt that leg of his!
NJC stands up with an irritated look on his face, staring down at the ATC champion as he gets up with gritted teeth. He hits Merric with a forearm smash! Then another! Merric seems to be relatively unphased and hits him back with a STIFF CLOSED FIST! NJC CRUMPLES TO THE MAT AS THE REFEREE WARNS MERRIC, MERRIC NONCHALANTLY SHRUGS!
Taylor: JESUS!
Romano: DID YOU HEAR THE SOUND OF THAT RIGHT HOOK?!
Merric grabs him by the wrist from behind and pulls it into a ripcord position. As he’s getting him up, he attempts to GO FOR HIS DEVASTATING RIPCORD LARIAT- NO, NJC COUNTERS AND GOES FOR A BICYCLE KNEE- NO, MERRIC GETS OUT OF THE WAY AND CATCHES NJC WITH AN EYE RAKE!
Taylor: OH, COME ON!
Romano: These two don’t play by the rules, Taylor. Deal with it!
Merric runs to REBOUND OFF OF THE ROPES, COMING BACK HE SWINGS HIS ARM FOR A LARIAT- BUT HE GETS CAUGHT INTO A HIP TOSS NECKBREAKER FROM NJC! NJC HOLDS ONTO HIS WRIST AND FOLLOWS IT INTO A CROSS ARMBAR, BUT MERRIC QUICKLY HOLDS ONTO HIS ARM WITH HIS FREE ONE. HE MANAGES TO LIFT HIS WEIGHT ON NJC, PINNING HIM DOWN!
ONE!
TW- KICKOUT!
Taylor: Nearly had him with the counter pin!
Merric gets up BUT GETS MET WITH A JUMPING CALF KICK AND STUMBLES BACK! NJC LIFTS HIM UP ONTO HIS SHOULDERS IN CRUCIFIX POSITION BUT MERRIC MANAGES TO GET OUT, STUMBLING INTO THE CORNER! THE PHOENIX CHAMPION TURNS TO RUN AT HIM BUT GETS MET WITH A DOUBLE EAR CLAP, THEN A HEADBUTT RIGHT TO THE SKULL! NJC COLLAPSES AND WEAKLY ROLLS OUT OF THE RING!
ONE!
Taylor: BAG AND TAG! THAT HAS TO HAVE NJC’S EARS RINGING!
Romano: But Merric can’t win his title back via count out, he has to roll him back in!
TWO!
THREE!
Merric rolls out of the ring as NJC attempts to stand him. The Wonder from Down Under walks forward but NJC CATCHES HIM WITH A DROP TOE HOLD, SENDING HIM FACE FIRST INTO THE STEEL STEPS! MERRIC LOOKS LAID OUT ACROSS THE STEPS!
Taylor: NJC WAS PLAYING POSSUM!
Romano: He was playing smart!
NJC quickly rolls back into the ring and then rolls back out to restart to count, he lifts Merric up, and DROPS HIM SHIN FIRST ONTO THE STEPS! THE SOUND IS ENOUGH TO MAKE SOMEONE’S SKIN CRAWL AS MERRIC GRUNTS IN AGONY!
ONE!
TWO!
Taylor: IS HE TRYING TO END HIS CAREER?!
Romano: He just might be!
THREE!
He then lifts Merric back up again, this time in crucifix powerbomb position. HE THEN POWERBOMBS HIM BACK FIRST INTO THE APRON!
FOUR!
Taylor: CROSS PUNISHER BOMB ON THE HARDEST PART OF THE RING!
Romano: IT’S A WRAP!
NJC grins at the downed Merric, writhing in pain. He then rolls back into the ring, waiting for the count out.
FIVE!
Merric isn’t moving toward the ring, he’s still clutching at his back.
SIX!
Merric is trying his best to crawl back, still wincing in pain!
SEVEN!
He gets to the apron, BUT FALLS BACK, PUTTING PRESSURE ON HIS HURT LEG IS TOO MUCH!
EIGHT!
Taylor: HE MIGHT NOT MAKE IT!
Merric reaches back out, BUT MANAGES TO DIVE BACK INTO THE RING!
Taylor: JUST BEFORE THE COUNT OF NINE!
Romano: Merric is one resilient fighter!
NJC STARES IN SHOCK AND FURY, QUICKLY GOING FOR MERRIC’S INJURED LEG AND SLAMMING IT DOWN WITH A DRAGON SCREW LEG WHIP- HE THEN GOES INTO A ROLLING KNEEBAR! THE REFEREE ASKS MERRIC IF HE WANTS TO QUIT BUT MERRIC, IN SHEER PAIN, STILL SHAKES HIS HEAD NO!
Romano: HE SHOULD JUST TAP IF HE WANTS TO PROLONG HIS CAREER!
Taylor: I DON’T THINK HE WILL!
NJC lets go of the kneebar and turns Merric over, TWISTING HIM INTO A INVERTED FIGURE FOUR! MERRIC SCRWAMS OUT, BUT NJC THEN STARTS SPINNING- WORSENING THE TORQUE ON HIS HURT LEG!
Taylor: FIGURE FOREVER FOUR! IT MIGHT BE OVER!
Romano: HE’S GOING TO BREAK HIS LEG!
MERRIC CRAWLS, BUT NJC SPINS AGAIN- THE REFEREE AGAIN ASKS MERRIC IF HE WANTS TO QUIT BUT HE FRANTICALLY SHAKES HIS HEAD! HE REFUSES, BUT THE PAINED WIDE EYED LOOK ON THE HUNTER’S FACE SAYS A THOUSAND WORDS! HE TRIES TO CRAWL AGAIN- ANOTHER BRUTAL SPIN ON THE LEG, TWISTING AND RIPPING AT THE INJURED JOINTS! BUT MERRIC PULLS THROUGH TO THE BOTTOM ROPE FOR A ROPE BREAK!
Taylor: HOW?! HE MANAGED TO DO IT!
Romano: THAT’S ONE TOUGH SONOVA BITCH!
NJC gets up and runs a hand through his hair, wondering just what will it take to put the Wonder back Down Under. He looks over toward the referee and then gets an idea as he picks Merric up.- MERRIC UP PUSHES HIM OFF AND GOES FOR A VICIOUS ELBOW, NJC PULLS THE REF IN THE WAY AND THE REFEREE GETS ABSOLUTELY CLOCKED!
Taylor: OH NO!
Romano: The referee’s down!
Before Merric can realize what’s happened, HE GETS WITH ANOTHER DEVASTATING CHOP BLOCK TO THE HURT KNEE/LEG AND FALLS OVER! NJC grins evilly as he moves back to his side of the ring and looks for something… and pulls out his BRASS KNUCKLES.
Taylor: OH NO! NOT LIKE LAST WEEK!
Romano: HE’S JUST DOING WHAT HE KNOWS WORKS!
NJC puts the brass knuckles on and beckons for Merric to get up, taunting him with a few lazy kicks to the head! As Merric gets up, NJC backs up into the corner and readies his fist! As Merric stands, NJC RUNS IN- MERRIC JUMPS UP IN THE AIR AND SOCKS NJC ACROSS THE FACE WITH A SUPERMAN PUNCH- NJC IS OUT ON HIS FEET AND DROPS THE KNUCKS, BARELY ABLE TO STAND!
Taylor: STUUUUUUN GUUUUUNNNNNNNNN!
Romano: AND CARNER IS SURELY STUNNED!
Merric lifts the dazed NJC onto his shoulder’s into a fireman’s carry- THEN TRANSITIONS IT INTO A VICIOUS SPINEBUSTER WITH EVERY OUNCE OF ENERGY HE HAS LEFT, PLANTING THE PHOENIX CHAMPION HEAD AND BACK FIRST INTO THE MAT WITH A LOUD THUD! NJC GETS SPRAWLED OUT!
Taylor: SPATIAL REND! SPATIAL REND!
Romano: MERRIC JUST HIT NEO JAMES CARNER WITH HIS OWN MOVE!
NJC IS LIMP AND HIS EYES ARE GLAZED OVER- MERRIC TURNS HIM OVER ONTO HIS BACK AND BEGINS LIFTING HIM WITH A WAISTLOCK! HE THEN GRABS NJC’S WRIST AND SPINS HIM AROUND WITH A RIPCORD- AND MEETS HIM WITH A LARIAT THAT TURNS THE PHOENIX CHAMPION INSIDE OUT AS IF HE WAS DOING A FUCKING CORKSCREW SHOOTING STAR PRESS! THE BIG GAME HUNTER ROLLS EM OVER GOES FOR THE DESPERATE PIN!
Taylor and Romano: TARGET NEUTRALIZED!
Taylor: HOOK THE LEG, HOOK THE LEGGGGG!
ONE…!
TWOOOOO..!
THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
DING! DING DING!
Merric tiredly rolls off of NJC, panting heavily.
Jessie Love: Aaaaaaand NEW XHF PHOENIX CHAMPION….. AIDEN MERRRICCCCCCCCCCCCC!
Taylor: AIDEN MERRIC IS NOW A TWO TIME PHOENIX CHAMPION!
Romano: I honestly thought after NJC beat him the first time, he’d have his number again!
Taylor: Well you thought wrong, Cassius-! Wait, who is that coming down that entrance ramp?!
After the conclusion of the match between Neo James Carner and Aiden Merric, a figure in all black wearing a ski mask concealing their identity slides out from under the ring with a large sack.
Romano: Who the hell is that?!
Taylor: Their intentions can't be good!
The Expert Poacher is still down on the mat having gone through a draining experience that's left him with barely any energy. The mysterious person makes their way into the ring, holding the end of their sack with both hands. As Aiden looks to see who it is, he's whacked over the head with the sack and sent back down to the canvas.
With Merric subdued for the time being, the masked attacker opens the sack and pulls out... Another sack! They dump the smaller sack upside down, allowing a pile of Barbie dolls to clatter to the mat. Having emptied that bag, they empty the larger one and shower the entire ring with shrimp!
Taylor: The shrimp is on the Barbie, Cassius!
Romano: It looks that way!
Dragging the AWF Around the Clock Champion up by his hair, the unknown assailant lifts Merric to his feet and hoists him up, putting Aiden into position for the... EMERALD FLOWSION!! THE EMERALD FLOWSION RIGHT ON TOP OF THE SHRIMP ON THE BARBIE!!
The attacker confidently sits on the chest of Aiden, hooking his leg. With the referee from the main-event still at ringside, they re-enter the ring and start a count.
1!
2!
3!
As they're brought the AWF Around the Clock Championship, the person raises a hand to clutch their ski mask, slowly pulling it off to reveal... "THE PARAGON OF SLEAZE" KEITH WILLIAMS!! Before he's fully revealed we can see a huge smile on his face followed by that signature mustache.
Romano: That damn Keith Williams.
Taylor: He made good on his promise to come after Merric. And it looks like he'll also be leaving with what was Aiden's title.
With the gold secured, Keith begins to laugh as he raises the championship overhead, still sitting on top of Merric's chest.
Williams: I AM THE AWF AROUND THE CLOCK CHAMPION!
After the conclusion of the match, The ReVenants are walking together backstage. Neo James Carner looks a bit dejected, having just lost his title, while Keith Williams looks ecstatic with his Around the Clock Championship safely around his waist. The trio are muttering something under their breath when they pass by an open locker room door, and a slow clap starts up behind them. The three of them stop and whirl around, ready for a fight. The camera moves around to reveal none other than Seth Dillinger, bandage on his neck, dressed down from his match earlier. He has a cocky smirk on his face.
Seth: Well well well. The ReVenants had quite the night, huh?
Keith tightens up his grip on his belt, staring Seth down.
Seth: Oh please, down boy. Do you see a referee around here?
The three of them glance around, seeing that he's telling the truth, but remain tense.
Rob: What do you want, Dillinger?
Seth raises a hand.
Seth: Actually, my dude, I was hoping to talk to Neo alone.
Neo speaks up.
Neo: Ah, Seth, old boy, I assure you whatever you have to say to me you can say in front of these two gentlemen as well. They're family!
Seth looks unsure, but shrugs.
Seth: Eh, if you say so.
He clears his throat.
Seth: I just find it remarkable that on a night such as this, one where success was snatched away from you, Neo... your so-called "family" took it as an opportunity to help themselves go up the ranks. The Phoenix Title had barely been off your waist for two seconds before Keith here used your misfortune as a way to help himself get ahead and snatch that title away from Aiden.
Keith scowls at Seth. Neo protests.
Neo: Now, that's not quite the way I see it--
Seth raises his hands up.
Seth: Of course, they're your friends, your brothers, blah blah blah, I get all that. Been down that road. Bloodied Fox and Ryan Young were my brothers. You know where that got me?
Seth leans in close.
Seth: Stabbed in the fucking back.
He leans away.
Rob: Yeah? Well pick your friends better. Those two are shitheads.
Seth contemplates and nods.
Seth: I don't disagree with you, my guy. But... Neo... with Fired Up coming up, it's all about who you can trust. And given what I saw tonight... you might wanna think about that REAL, real hard!
Rob Garcia has had enough and he gets in Seth's face.
Rob: I don't like what you're implying. I suggest you walk away, before I dismantle your only good shoulder.
Seth glances down at his bandaged shoulder and smiles back at Rob.
Seth: Rob, Rob, Rob! Think carefully, my dude. You wouldn't want me to have to beat you again like I did earlier tonight, would you?
Rob's eyes flash up with rage and he growls, pulling an arm back to shut Dillinger's mouth permanently, but Neo stops him.
Neo: Rob, come on! He's not worth it. Let's just get out of here while Keith still has his title.
Rob's rage is still palpable, but he listens to the pleas of Neo and backs down. The three of them walk away leaving Seth watching them, smirking. Neo takes one last puzzled look back at Seth before disappearing around the corner.
Romano: Who the hell is that?!
Taylor: Their intentions can't be good!
The Expert Poacher is still down on the mat having gone through a draining experience that's left him with barely any energy. The mysterious person makes their way into the ring, holding the end of their sack with both hands. As Aiden looks to see who it is, he's whacked over the head with the sack and sent back down to the canvas.
With Merric subdued for the time being, the masked attacker opens the sack and pulls out... Another sack! They dump the smaller sack upside down, allowing a pile of Barbie dolls to clatter to the mat. Having emptied that bag, they empty the larger one and shower the entire ring with shrimp!
Taylor: The shrimp is on the Barbie, Cassius!
Romano: It looks that way!
Dragging the AWF Around the Clock Champion up by his hair, the unknown assailant lifts Merric to his feet and hoists him up, putting Aiden into position for the... EMERALD FLOWSION!! THE EMERALD FLOWSION RIGHT ON TOP OF THE SHRIMP ON THE BARBIE!!
The attacker confidently sits on the chest of Aiden, hooking his leg. With the referee from the main-event still at ringside, they re-enter the ring and start a count.
1!
2!
3!
As they're brought the AWF Around the Clock Championship, the person raises a hand to clutch their ski mask, slowly pulling it off to reveal... "THE PARAGON OF SLEAZE" KEITH WILLIAMS!! Before he's fully revealed we can see a huge smile on his face followed by that signature mustache.
Romano: That damn Keith Williams.
Taylor: He made good on his promise to come after Merric. And it looks like he'll also be leaving with what was Aiden's title.
With the gold secured, Keith begins to laugh as he raises the championship overhead, still sitting on top of Merric's chest.
Williams: I AM THE AWF AROUND THE CLOCK CHAMPION!
After the conclusion of the match, The ReVenants are walking together backstage. Neo James Carner looks a bit dejected, having just lost his title, while Keith Williams looks ecstatic with his Around the Clock Championship safely around his waist. The trio are muttering something under their breath when they pass by an open locker room door, and a slow clap starts up behind them. The three of them stop and whirl around, ready for a fight. The camera moves around to reveal none other than Seth Dillinger, bandage on his neck, dressed down from his match earlier. He has a cocky smirk on his face.
Seth: Well well well. The ReVenants had quite the night, huh?
Keith tightens up his grip on his belt, staring Seth down.
Seth: Oh please, down boy. Do you see a referee around here?
The three of them glance around, seeing that he's telling the truth, but remain tense.
Rob: What do you want, Dillinger?
Seth raises a hand.
Seth: Actually, my dude, I was hoping to talk to Neo alone.
Neo speaks up.
Neo: Ah, Seth, old boy, I assure you whatever you have to say to me you can say in front of these two gentlemen as well. They're family!
Seth looks unsure, but shrugs.
Seth: Eh, if you say so.
He clears his throat.
Seth: I just find it remarkable that on a night such as this, one where success was snatched away from you, Neo... your so-called "family" took it as an opportunity to help themselves go up the ranks. The Phoenix Title had barely been off your waist for two seconds before Keith here used your misfortune as a way to help himself get ahead and snatch that title away from Aiden.
Keith scowls at Seth. Neo protests.
Neo: Now, that's not quite the way I see it--
Seth raises his hands up.
Seth: Of course, they're your friends, your brothers, blah blah blah, I get all that. Been down that road. Bloodied Fox and Ryan Young were my brothers. You know where that got me?
Seth leans in close.
Seth: Stabbed in the fucking back.
He leans away.
Rob: Yeah? Well pick your friends better. Those two are shitheads.
Seth contemplates and nods.
Seth: I don't disagree with you, my guy. But... Neo... with Fired Up coming up, it's all about who you can trust. And given what I saw tonight... you might wanna think about that REAL, real hard!
Rob Garcia has had enough and he gets in Seth's face.
Rob: I don't like what you're implying. I suggest you walk away, before I dismantle your only good shoulder.
Seth glances down at his bandaged shoulder and smiles back at Rob.
Seth: Rob, Rob, Rob! Think carefully, my dude. You wouldn't want me to have to beat you again like I did earlier tonight, would you?
Rob's eyes flash up with rage and he growls, pulling an arm back to shut Dillinger's mouth permanently, but Neo stops him.
Neo: Rob, come on! He's not worth it. Let's just get out of here while Keith still has his title.
Rob's rage is still palpable, but he listens to the pleas of Neo and backs down. The three of them walk away leaving Seth watching them, smirking. Neo takes one last puzzled look back at Seth before disappearing around the corner.
Out in the parking lot, Aiden Merric, heads out to his car. He goes to unlock the door when the window rolls down and he sees Marcus Anderson sitting there.
Aiden: What are you doing there?
Anderson: We've been waiting for you, man.
Aiden frowns at the usage of the term "We", but then he sees the referee sitting in the passenger seat.
Aiden: Where is-
Tarrasque hits a shoulder charge from behind, slamming Aiden into the side of his car and leaving a massive dent.
Tarrasque spins Aiden around and lays into him with a solid right hand. Aiden grabs Tarrasque by the front of the shirt. He pulls Tarrasque down so that his head smashes in through the side window of the car.
Anderson: Get out there, ref!
The referee gets out of the car while Marcus dusts broken glass off of himself.
Aiden pulls back the bleeding Tarrasque out of the car window, punches him a few times. He hits a double ear clap and follows this up with a headbutt that staggers Tarrasque backwards a few steps.
Aiden shoves Tarrasque backwards against the car next to his. Tarrasque comes off the car, but is quickly speared onto the hood of the car by Aiden.
Aiden: I'M NOT THE CH--
Aiden: I'M NOT THE CH--
Aiden is cut off when Tarrasque grabs his head and drives it into the hood of the car. Aiden quickly shakes it off and stands up on the hood of the car and grabs Tarrasque. He hits a sit out piledriver onto the hood, smashing it in, and rolls off of the car.
Aiden: --CHAMPION. NOT ANYMORE.
Aiden: --CHAMPION. NOT ANYMORE.
Tarrasque sits up with a silly grin, blood running down off of his face like rain.
Tarrasque: You do good. My turn now.
Aiden looks at the man who has just taken a terrible amount of punishment with a bewildered look on his face. Tarrasque lunges off of the car hood, flipping Aiden over with a massive clothesline. He grabs Aiden by the back of the head and smashes his face through the rear window of the car that they had already smashed the hood up with. He pulls Aiden's now bloody face back and puts it through the front window. He presses aiden up into the air and slams him onto the parking lot ground before reaching down to grab Aiden by the nuts. He starts to lift Aiden up by his crotch hold when Aiden screams in pain. He motions to the referee.
Aiden: OH GOD, I SAID I DON'T HAVE IT ANYMORE!!
Tarrasque looks at the referee confused for a moment. The referee shakes his head, confirming the lack of a title to win. Tarrasque looks to the ground and sees Aiden's recently reclaimed Phoenix Title.
Tarrasque: I see title...
Tarrasque slams Aiden to the pavement. He lays completely still, blood everywhere, backdropped by the smashed up car. Tarrasque bends over and takes his XHF Phoenix Championship and puts it over his shoulder.
Tarrasque: My title.
Tarrasque and Anderson take off with their ill-gotten gains from Aiden Merric as the show closes on a shot of Aiden's battered body.
Tarrasque: I see title...
Tarrasque slams Aiden to the pavement. He lays completely still, blood everywhere, backdropped by the smashed up car. Tarrasque bends over and takes his XHF Phoenix Championship and puts it over his shoulder.
Tarrasque: My title.
Tarrasque and Anderson take off with their ill-gotten gains from Aiden Merric as the show closes on a shot of Aiden's battered body.