AWF Presents: Prestige 58 - LIVE from West Valley City, UT!
Aug 26, 2020 20:34:42 GMT -5
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Ascension Wrestling Federation Presents:
Live at the Maverik Center in West Valley City, UT.
09/05/2020
Capacity: 12,500
In Attendance: 0
Taylor: This is it, folks! The last show before Fired Up!
Romano: And what a show we have for you tonight.
Taylor: Not just one... but TWO titles are on the line!
Romano: Not to mention, plenty of Fired Up Preview Tag Matches to boot.
Taylor: And perhaps one of the most unique matches... a chance to earn an AWF contract! And that starts... now!
Jessie Love: The following contest is an AWF Contract on a Pole Match! Whoever wins this match will become the newest member of AWF!
Jessie Love: Introducing first… from the great state of Utah… weighing 240 pounds… he is THE JAZZ BEAAAAAAAAAAR!
The mascot formally known as Jazz Bear makes it way down to the ring. For those not in the know, he is a giant stuffed bear walking on two legs, and wearing a pair of black sunglasses. He is the definition of too cool for school as he emerges from the back and takes his time walking down to the ring, before suddenly doing a cartwheel. He reaches under the ring for something, and pulls out a t-shirt gun.
Taylor: Hey! You want a t-shirt Cassius?
Romano: Absolutely n-
A t-shirt hits Cassius. He is not pleased.
Romano: I hope Subject rips his arm off.
Taylor is too busy laughing his ass off to provide additional commentary. Jazz Bear waves at him playfully.
Jessie Love: And his opponent… from Area #51…
Jessie Love: ...weighing in at 325 pounds, it is the Freak, Subject FOOOOOOORTYYYYY TWOOOOOOOO!
Subject #42 rips away the curtain separating the backstage from the audience. It walks down to the ring and takes in its surroundings, becoming more familiar with the AWF.
Taylor: Last Prestige, Subject almost won the right to pick its partner, eliminating multiple men before getting ganged up on!
Romano: It’s seven feet and 325 pounds of vicious speed and muscle. There’s a reason Subject is a former X-Crown champion.
Subject climbs the apron and puts one foot over the top rope before placing the other. We can see Jazz Bear visibly shaking as the referee makes sure both opponents are good to go, and then has the bell rung.
Contract on a Pole Match
Subject #42 vs. Jazz Bear
Taylor: The match is on! The first participant to climb the turnbuckles and take down the contract will be the newest member of the AWF! What kind of strategy would you say works for this type of match, Cassius?
Romano: Don’t piss off Subject. Maybe make sure your life insurance covers maulings.
Jazz Bear still has the t-shirt gun in his hands. He decides to fire it directly at Subject. The wadded up ball of cloth strikes Subject in the chest, but Subject doesn’t even move in response. Jazz fires off another, but again… nothing. The third shirt hits Subject in the face, knocking the monster back a bit as the cloth garment covers its eyes. Subject slowly pulls down the Utah Jazz themed shirt.
Taylor: That might not have been a good idea…
Subject #42: RAAAAAAAAAGH!
Subject grabs the t-shirt gun and rips it from the hands of Jazz Bear! Jazz Bear can only watch as Subject easily bends the barrel of the gun, curving it into a U-shape. Subject throws the gun into the crowd, where it knocks over an empty chair. The Freak grabs Jazz Bear by the throat.
Romano: I can’t say I didn’t warn Jazz Bear!
Subject wraps its giant hands around Jazz Bear’s throat and lifts him up high before brutally dropping him to the mat!
Taylor: Choke Bomb!
Romano: Goodnight Irene!
A comedic “SPLAT” sound would be appropriate for Jazz Bear, who isn’t moving. Subject picks him up anyway and military presses him above its head, throwing him out of the ring and over the barricade where he crashes onto the floor. Subject then turns its attention to the contract hung high over the ring.
Taylor: Subject making short work of Jazz Bear!
Romano: This one’s just about over!
Subject #42 climbs up to the top rope and unhooks the contract! The referee calls for the bell!
Jessie Love: Here is your winner, and the newest member of the AWF, Subject FORTY TWWWWWWWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Taylor: Subject makes a statement just a few weeks before Fired Up! I’m sure there’s many members of the roster who want the newest signee as their partner!
Romano: It hasn’t signed yet! How is it supposed to sign? I doubt it can even hold a pen!
The referee is communicating this same concern to the match winner. The pen looks comedically small in its massive mits. It becomes clear that the beast has seen a few contracts in its day, and it immediately scratches a finger against the side of its head, drawing open a small cut. Subject covers its thumb in its blood, and then stamps a fingerprint at the bottom. It hands the bloody contract back to the referee, its green thumbprint being its signature.
Taylor: Well uh… that’s one way. Welcome aboard, Subject!
Romano: And may God have mercy on the competition!
(I'm On Another Level" by Tommee Profitt plays for 30 seconds before he walks down the ramp towards the ring. He was wearing a white t-shirt, black jeans and black converse shoes.
Once he steps in the ring he signals the production to stop the music. He then grabs a microphone and speaks.)
Tonight I may not seem like my usual self because well...I failed my employee. As annoying as he may be sometimes, he got the job done and added color to my promos like no other, not even this show’s narrator, no offense. He is also a father of two little girls and he supports his mother who happens to suffer from Lupus, a degenerative disease that attacks internal organs and treatment is not affordable. So I make sure to pay him well! Fortunately I get paid moderately well here and I also got a few advertisement contracts with third parties that allows me to support the narrator, MIA and I.
That man was viciously attacked by a ReVenant! The Narrator is now in the hospital with multiple fractures and countless bruises! He can talk but only under heavy pain medication.
Once he steps in the ring he signals the production to stop the music. He then grabs a microphone and speaks.)
Tonight I may not seem like my usual self because well...I failed my employee. As annoying as he may be sometimes, he got the job done and added color to my promos like no other, not even this show’s narrator, no offense. He is also a father of two little girls and he supports his mother who happens to suffer from Lupus, a degenerative disease that attacks internal organs and treatment is not affordable. So I make sure to pay him well! Fortunately I get paid moderately well here and I also got a few advertisement contracts with third parties that allows me to support the narrator, MIA and I.
That man was viciously attacked by a ReVenant! The Narrator is now in the hospital with multiple fractures and countless bruises! He can talk but only under heavy pain medication.
Rest assured I will continue to pay his wages, medical bills and his mom’s medical bills too!
He did not deserve what happened.
Why?! Why attack an innocent man who cannot defend himself against a professional fighter like yourself Rob Garcia? Yes! You! Rob Garcia! Did you think he was not going to recognize you after several weeks of talking about how nauseous you and your crew’s actions made us? After the days we spent in space laughing at your pitiful performance in our last tag team match-up?
He recognized you! He didn’t recognize the other one you were with but, we both know who licks your boots when there is no ass left to lick. That adds up to the hints you carelessly gave out in your last promo.
You picked the wrong time to attack an innocent person whom I happen to know. Because see? When I perform I always do it with a positive heart and the greatest vibes, but tonight and the next nights to come, there will be thirst for justice! And if I can’t deliver justice then I will settle for revenge! Both physically, emotionally and your reputation which by the way you got a very nasty one! All that bullshit about working hard for what you have now...you may have fooled all of them!
(Points at the camera.)
But not for long! So if by the next show you don’t come clean about your finances and how you can afford that mansion in Beverly Hills, I will tell the world the truth!
Why?! Why attack an innocent man who cannot defend himself against a professional fighter like yourself Rob Garcia? Yes! You! Rob Garcia! Did you think he was not going to recognize you after several weeks of talking about how nauseous you and your crew’s actions made us? After the days we spent in space laughing at your pitiful performance in our last tag team match-up?
He recognized you! He didn’t recognize the other one you were with but, we both know who licks your boots when there is no ass left to lick. That adds up to the hints you carelessly gave out in your last promo.
You picked the wrong time to attack an innocent person whom I happen to know. Because see? When I perform I always do it with a positive heart and the greatest vibes, but tonight and the next nights to come, there will be thirst for justice! And if I can’t deliver justice then I will settle for revenge! Both physically, emotionally and your reputation which by the way you got a very nasty one! All that bullshit about working hard for what you have now...you may have fooled all of them!
(Points at the camera.)
But not for long! So if by the next show you don’t come clean about your finances and how you can afford that mansion in Beverly Hills, I will tell the world the truth!
Here is a hint...Claire! That is a promise! And tonight! Not even that triple badass mamacita is gonna stop me from beating the crap out of you! Punk!
(Guillotina drops the mic and jumps over the ropes to the ringside and walks back to the locker room area.)
Fired Up! Preview Match
Allen Lucas & Jack the Maniac vs. Xiaolong & Rat Bastard
Taylor: And just like that folks, we're ready for our next match!
DING DING DING
Taylor: We appear to be starting off with Rat Bastard and Jack the Maniac.
Romano: The legend versus some crazy guy. Lovely.
Rat Bastard starts off with an irish whip on the Maniac. The Maniac bounces off the ropes and into a power slam. As soon as Rat does that, he scoffs in the direction of Allen Lucas, who starts yelling at the first-ever X*Crown Champion.
Romano: You do know who you’re disrespecting, right, kid? This is the legend!
Taylor: Well, Lucas wants to make a name for himself. Wait… is Rat inviting him into the ring?
Romano: It doesn’t matter. This is a world-class competitor in the ring.
With Rat’s permission, Lucas enters the ring. Right as he does, Jack the Maniac gets up as well. Both men charge Rat Bastard and begin to assault him into a neutral corner. After plenty of strikes that overwhelm the X*Crown Champion, Xiaolong feels he has to do something and clotheslines Allen Lucas from the apron. Rat is able to shove Jack off of him and tells Xiaolong to get back into the corner and then tags him into the match.
Taylor: I think Rat bit off a bit more than he can chew.
Romano: I think this was exactly what he needed to do. He got them right where he had to for Xiaolong to do what he did. And now they are on the mat, he gets a breather, and Xiaolong is in the ring. All part of the plan.
Allen Lucas looks to be the first one to start to pull himself up and gets a Passe de Muerte to the back of his head for the trouble. Jack the Maniac is up next and eats a few rainmakers until Xiaolong’s foot connects with his jaw.
Taylor: We got a Desolator!! Very early Desolator hit!!
Romano: Wow! Rat may have set this up beautifully!
Xiaolong hooks the leg and Rat Bastard looks shocked that he may have had the easiest win of his career.
ONE!!
TWO!!
THREE!!
Taylor: And this was a quick one!
Romano: Beautifully executed. And we have our winners.
Jessie Love: Here are your winners… XIAOLONG AND RAT BASTARD!!
Xiaolong rolls out of the ring, not exactly interested in celebrating the victory with his temporary partner. Rat Bastard is still surprised he barely had to do anything to win. Allen Lucas looks very dissatisfied that his partner couldn’t even give him a chance as a legal member of the match.
ON OCTOBER 18TH...
ASCENSION WRESTLING FEDERATION WELCOMES YOU TO...
AWF FRIGHT NIGHT
End of Days Week 4
Calvin comes out to the arena to wherever "The Prophesier" is wrestling at, with his custom made Harley Davidson Motorcycle riding it down the ramp to the tune of Michael
Taylor: The match is coming out and it's coming out with a big bang!
Romano: Sylvester Calvin is a big man and just remember, he's a former XHF Phoenix Champion!
Sniper appears on stage holding an American flag before placing it in a a holder on the stage he salutes it then turns around and salutes the audience after running down the ramp and sliding in under the bottom rope he takes a knee and performs a hand gun gesture at his opponents.
Taylor: Here's the real American hero! He's Johnny Sniper!
Romano: He's the most senior member of the match and he's the one who even eliminated Chris Card from the Rumble. He boasts some serious skill.
“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: Jason Kross is here, a former number one contender to the XHF Phoenix Championship!
Romano: While he didn't get it, the road toward success doesn't come without its shares of bumps and roadblocks.
NOTORIOUS, SO NOTORIOUS...
SO NOTORIOUS...
Jordan Cassidy walks down to the ring, slapping the odd hand and looking for fans to pose with holding signs for him (there won't be any since there aren't fans in the arena, but he can always hope!)
Taylor: Here's our lovable scamp! Good ol' Jordan Cassidy!
Romano: He may not do the best here, but he has a good attitude and a good heart. Go get'em, Jordan!
Fired Up! Preview Match
Sylvester Calvin & Johnny Sniper vs. Jason Kross & Jordan Cassidy
The bell rings with the former XHF Phoenix Champion Johnny Sniper across the ring from Jason Kross. This match begins in a much different way than others... with a handshake! Jason Kross offers it and Johnny Sniper, the patriot of the AWF, decides to offer good vibes to set the tone. After the calm moment, the tempo kicks up as the energy sends both wrestlers circling around one another. They clash against one another with a momentous lockup! Sniper starts off with the greater energy, being a larger and more powerful wrestler. He takes the early advantage as he spins to the behind of Kross. Jason tries to go from side to side, but finds himself unable to escape. He then reaches above, grabs Sniper and takes him down with a snapmare! He goes for a headlock but before he's able to fully secure the choke, Sniper's able to spin his body around to force his body away and with both feet KICKS Jason's top half down and expertly rolls backwards until he's back onto his feet. As Jason Kross recovers, he finds Sniper jumping to the ropes and springboards off with a moonsault. Jason Kross is JUST able to roll out of the way! Sniper crashes and burns! Kross holds on for a pin count! Senior Referee Gabe Valentine goes for a pin count:
...One!
...Kickout!
Taylor: What fantastic wrestling, although Jason should know that he couldn't get the pin right then and there.
Romano: Look, you miss all the shots you don't take. But I love the energy here. These two aren't just big lugs throwing their meaty hams; they're full out wrestlers showing us respect, sportsmanship, athleticism and all the other values that describe what the AWF is all about!
Jason Kross tries to get up but finds Jason Kross immediately on the offensive. He goes for a punch, but Sniper uses his left leg to block the punch and then his right leg to kick hard on Kross' hip, pushing both him away and himself (Sniper) backwards to roll until he gets back on his feet! By the time that Jason Kross is able to approach, he goes for a spinning heel kick, but Sniper shoulder rolls underneath the kick and before Jason Kross can fully gain his bearings, Johnny Sniper is right behind him. German Suplex! Kross just BOUNCES off! Sniper gets up and immediately sees Jordan Cassidy, Kross' teammate. He shoots him a smile, and the giddy young opponent starts to bounce on the balls of his feet. He's eager to get back in the ring. Jason Kross gets up and Sniper is also roughly throwing him to his corner. He wants someone else. Kross almost looks back offended, but Cassidy is too excited to notice the implications. He tags himself in and jumps over the top rope.
Taylor: And here we are with our first tag of the evening!
Romano: Sure, but I'm curious how the team dynamics are now changing here. Nevertheless, the former AWF United States Champion here does have an advantage.
Jordan Cassidy immediately charges Johnny Sniper and goes for a clothesline, but Sniper ducks the hit. As he gets up, he finds... Jason Kross still in the ring! He immediately approaches Sniper, who doesn't have enough time to adjust and... spinning forearm! Johnny Sniper hits the floor and the referee reminds Kross to leave the ring. Kross complies with the rules and returns to his corner. Jordan Cassidy looks down and sees Sniper in a vulnerable position. He'd be a fool to ignore this moment. He crawls behind Johnny Sniper and puts him in a rear naked choke! Sniper's eyes immediately go wild and he works as hard as he can to escape. However, Cassidy is able to hold tight. He grits and bears through despite all opposition. Slowly, but surely, Sniper's light begins to die a little. He stops thrashing. That's when the referee decides to test to see if Sniper fell unconscious. He picks up Sniper's arm and lets go.
...It falls! One!
Taylor: It's over for Sniper! An easy match for Jordan Cassidy and Jason Kross!
Romano: If my boy, Cassidy, actually can win a match over some of the likes of Johnny Sniper, I'd be SO proud of hiM!
The referee picks it up a second time. He lets it go.
...It falls! Two!
The referee picks it up for a third time. He lets it go.
...It falls! Three!
NO! HE CATCHES IT BEFORE IT COMPLETELY DROPS! Sniper is still in this fight!
Taylor: Sniper's still in this fight! He's still in this fight!
Romano: It's the tough times where your fight matters more than anything else. It's easy to give up when you're tired, but that's when he fights the hardest!
Sniper forces his way up. He elbows Cassidy. Once! Twice! The third time breaks the grip! DROPKICK! Both of them are on the floor! Neither of them are moving! If there's a crowd in the audience, they'd surely be on their fight! They'd surely be hooting! And hollering! They'd be screaming until they lost their voices! Cassidy is forcing himself to the ropes, trying to get leverage. Sniper is just plain crawling! Sniper moves another foot. Cassidy climbs to the second rope. ...Then the top rope! He runs to Sniper... who just taps in Sylvester Calvin! The big man enters the ring and immediately throws a big mitt at Cassidy, who gets knocked down! Jason Kross rushes into the ring and captures him in a rear naked choke! Calvin grasps at the arms... and the big man just flips him over!
Taylor: Look at Calvin just clearing house!
Romano: He's the last and the one one not to wrestle, and he's just a Goliath too. He's doing what he does best.
Kross is giving him hell, fighting back. Sylvester is seeking to overcome his opponent but is finding such a huge amount of difficulty in doing so. This match has gone just out of control and even the senior referee, Gabe Valentine, isn't able to maintain control! In a flood of anger in ensuring that his energy comes out on top, he SUICIDE DIVES OUT OF THE RING! The tired Johnny Sniper, however, actually slaps on Sylvester Calvin's shoulder on the way out, tagging himself in! He forces himself into the ring! Cassidy gets up after recovering from the assault from Calvin. He turns around... KILLSHOT! Johnny Sniper STRIKES Cassidy with the superkick! He goes down, and Sniper down with him! The pin count is made!
...One!
...Two!
...Three!
Jessie Love: Here are your winners of the match - Johnny Sniper and Sylvester Calvin!
Taylor: What an insane match from beginning to end! This match was completely crazy!
Romano: But this match had to come to an end and it took nothing short of the will and determination of a marine to do it!
We fade up on backstage, as Keith Williams and his posse of midget bodyguards are making their way down a corridor. Suddenly, Keith stops and does a double take as he sees a sign on a door:
CAUTION!
BARE INSIDE!
Keith twirls his moustache in arousal with one hand, as the other rubs the 'Around The Cock' title belt on his waist.
Keith: My my, a backstage nudist room! Clearly this will be a parlour of delectable fleshy delights for me to peruse. Guard the door, my mini-minions! I don't want to be disturbed while I ogle...
Keith slips in through the door, as his bodyguards obediently hang around outside. We spend several long seconds enjoying a riveting view of the door, before a janitor appears in shot. He reaches for the door, only to be blocked from the waist down by a bald midget in a suit.
Agent 23 and ½: Hold it there. Our employer doesn't want to be disturbed.
Janitor: I ain't going in the room, little fella. I'm just here to change the misspelt door sign.
The janitor leans over the tiny hitman and removes the sign on the door, before replacing it with a new one:
CAUTION!
BEAR INSIDE!
The janitor heads off as the midgets look at the new sign, look at each other, look at the sign again, and then in a panic throw the door open. This gives both them and us the view of a flailing Keith Williams being pinned to the floor by Triple B with his Bear Claw (Not The Doughnut) maneuver, a referee by his side...
1...
2...
3!!!
At least... if the referee wasn't knocked down from the ensuing madness with a live grizzly! Noticing this, the bear goes angry and huffs out.
Jessie Love: The following contest is a four way dance scheduled for one fall and it is for the XHF Phoenix championship! Featuring the first challenger...Leon Skies!
The lights turn to deep blues, purples, and greens as the signature riff of his entrance music 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.
Romano: Leon Skies gonna give the champion what for!
Taylor: What for?
Romano: So he can win?
Taylor: What for?
Romano: Oh stop it.
Jessie Love: And the second challenger in this match...Neo James Carner!
A cavalcade of clapping begins as the D.R.U.G.S. tune "King I Am" blares over the sound system.
"You can feel the fear when I walk by
Tail between your legs make 'em run and hide
And I can see the pain pouring out your eyes
I think I am finally, starting to feel like the KING I AM!
The song kicks in over the loudspeakers as the sound of guitars ascend to the boiling point and the song engages. Neo begins to make a triumphant strut down to the ring, his chin held high as his hands lay at his side moving with his stride, t. He looks down all around the ramp, keeping his bearded chin up as he glides effortlessly forward in a striding saunter. The pompous cocky attitude radiating from his being at this point.
Neo makes it to the ringside area as he circles around the ring, jumping up effortlessly onto the apron and climbs into the ring. He walks over to the ropes on the side of the stage as he grabs the top rope with his hands and then yanks down on it, flexing all of his muscles before releasing it, a giant white and red pyro exploding out the top of the nearby turnbuckle like a mortar.
Romano: And here comes the once and future Phoenix champion!
Taylor: I get once, but future? Awful confident are we? Why couldn’t it be Tarrasque?
Romano: I go with my gut and my gut says Neo James Carner!
Taylor: Well, my gut says that this is going to be an incredible match.
Romano: That goes without saying.
Jessie Love: And the third challenger of the night... Tarrasque!
“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. 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.
Romano: That’s so gross to be throwing food into the crowd.
Taylor: Right?
Romano: I mean an unfortunate fan is going to just pick it up and eat it. Might as well hand it out.
Taylor: What? I don’t think the fans would be that stupid.
Romano: See the fatty in the fifth row? Eating the thrown meat.
Taylor: Damn it.
Jessie Love: And last, but not least the XHF Phoenix champion... Aiden Merric!
"Ain't No Rest for the Wicked" hits the arena as an imitation sandstorm is created in the entranceway and Aiden Merric emerges from it chewing nicotine gum and wearing the XHF Phoenix Championship around his waist. He spits the gum and puts a patch on his arm before stretching and walking to the ring with a purpose. He rolls into the ring and stretches on the ropes. The referee stops him and removes his various blades, ropes and other hunting equipment as he smirks. He then hands over his title belt and cracks his neck waiting for the bell.
Taylor: You know what? You would think he would know to not bring his hunting equipment to the ring by now.
Romano: Then, it might ruin the schtick.
Taylor: I suppose. Aiden looking awful confident tonight, though his eyes are on Tarrasque.
Romano: He wants to mount Tarrasque’s head on his wall.
Taylor: What an awful thing to want to do.
Romano: I didn’t say that Aiden Merric wasn’t an awful person.
Fired Up! Preview Match
Aiden Merric (c) vs. Tarrasque vs. Leon Skies vs. Neo James Carner
As the bell rings to start the match, Tarrasque tears across the ring and spears Aiden Merric. Both of them going through the ropes to the floor. Neo looks at them as Tarrasque begins pounding on Aiden and shrugs. He looks to Leon, who has already begun advancing upon him. Leon opens with a feinted punch and then going for a roundhouse kick. Neo ducks under the kick and lunges upward into a leaping European uppercut that sends Leon off of his feet.
Leon Skies is back up quickly, but becomes the victim of a series of knife edge chops that brings out a "Woo!" from the crowd with each chop landing.
Outside of the ring, Tarrasque pulls Aiden Merric up and throws him head first into the security railing with enough force to send the railing bending inward at the joint to push back the crowd.
Inside of the ring, Neo James Carner hits an axe kick that sends Leon Skies back down to the mat.
Taylor: Looks like this has separated into two different matches.
Romano: I'm sure they'll come back together since neither Tarrasque or Aiden can win outside of the ring.
Taylor: That's true.
Leon Skies gets back to his feet, but Neo slips behind him, hitting a German suplex. He bridges up for the pinfall!
One
Two
T-Leon kicks out!
Taylor: Neo almost with a quick win there!
Romano: Aiden might lose his title and not even be in the ring to contest it!
Aiden Merric starts to sit up, but Tarrasque kicks him in the chest to send him back into the security railing!
Neo James Carner gets up, seizing the rising Leon Skies, and puts him into a cobra clutch. He snaps off a suplex while still holding the submission move, and keeps it on while grounded. The ref checks to see if Leon will submit, but he refuses.
Outside of the ring, Tarrasque starts to pull Aiden Merric up, but catches a low blow for his efforts. While Tarrasque is doubled over in pain, Aiden hits a jawbreaker to send Tarrasque to the floor.
Inside the ring, Leon manages to get a foot on the ropes to get the ref to break the hold. Neo stands up, grabbing Leon, and hitting an overhead cradle suplex. He gets Leon back up, hits a knee lift to the gut to double Leon over, and applies a rolling knee bar. He cinches the move in, applying as much pressure as he can. The ref checks to see if Leon will submit, but he refuses.
Aiden stands up, grinning as he looks at the downed Tarrasque. He hits a few double axe handles as the beast tries to rise to keep him down. Or, at least try to keep him down. Tarrasque rises to his knees with his eyes wide open. He reaches out and grabs Aiden by the junk! Tarrasque stands up as Aiden screams in pain to seize him by the throat as well. He gets Aiden up into the air like a press slam position and hurls Aiden into the crowd!
Taylor: Maybe Tarrasque will head back into the ring now?
Romano: Maybe? He's pretty stupid. Marcus looks like he's talking to Tarrasque.
Taylor: Right.
Inside the ring, Neo releases the knee bar and kicks Leon in the chest. He applies a spinning inverted figure four leglock! The ref again checks to see if Leon will submit, but he stubbornly holds on.
Outside of the ring, Marcus is trying to convince Tarrasque to go into the ring so that he could try to win the title. Tarrasque pats Marcus on the head and hops the security railing. Aiden is on him, throwing punches that Tarrasque gladly throws back.
Neo releases his move and pulls Leon to his feet. He hits a fisherman driver and goes for the pinfall!
One
Two
Thr-Leon kicks out!
Tarrasque punches Aiden in the throat, sending him down to his knees while grasping at his throat in pain. Tarrasque picks him up and power bombs him against a section of the crowd that hadn't gotten far enough away!
Neo stands up and pulls Leon to his feet, but gets pulled down into a small package for the pinfall!
One
Two
Thre-Neo kicks out!
Taylor: Leon Skies nearly stole the title right there!
Romano: That would have been a heck of a coup right there.
Taylor: What is Tarrasque doing now?
Romano: Looks like a fan is angry that Tarrasque threw Aiden at him and his friends.
A fan shoves Tarrasque, who responses with a smashing headbutt that breaks the fan's nose. He grabs the falling fan by the ankles as Aiden gets up and uses the fan as a living club to beat Aiden down!
Leon Skies gets up, but is met by a faster Neo, who hits a short arm European uppercut! And then? Neo gets Leon up into a suplex position. He shifts his position in holding Leon and brings him down in a Dimensional Rift! Leon is laid out on the mat while Neo stands up and walks over to the ropes to see what's going on outside of the ring.
Tarrasque gets Aiden up in an inverted power bomb position, walks over to the security railing, and DROPS AIDEN'S RIBCAGE ACROSS IT!
Taylor: Holy crap!
Romano: I think he just shattered Aiden's ribcage!
Neo looks at Tarrasque with wide open eyes at seeing the damage inflicted upon Aiden. He walks away from the ropes and picks up Leon. He hits a reverse throw death valley driver, otherwise known as Spatial Blend, and goes for the pinfall! Tarrasque steps on Aiden's chest, bringing a scream of pain from Aiden. Neo goes for the pinfall…
One
Two
Three!
Tarrasque steps over the security railing, looking around as the bell sounds to end the match. Marcus Anderson just shakes his head and starts leading Tarrasque to the back while telling him the match is over.
Neo James Carner is handed the XHF Phoenix championship belt that he holds over his head. EMTs rush to ringside, taking apart the security railing so they can get to Aiden Merric to get him onto a stretcher.
Jessie Love: Winner of the match and NEW XHF Phoenix champion...Neo James Carner!
Taylor: HE DID IT! NEO RECLAIMED HIS TITLE!
Romano: I hope someone is checking on Aiden Merric!
In the parking lot of the Maverik Center, Keith Williams is shown with his AWF Around the Clock Championship. Beside him is a recognizable face, the nerdy guy with a clipboard from the last show!
Looking down at his wrist, The Paragon of Sleaze taps his expensive gold Rolex watch, directing his attention to the man next to him.
Williams: They're late!
Tapping his foot now due to overwhelming impatience, Williams holds his title out in front of him and spins the golden wiener on it as well as buffs out any smudges.
Romano: What is this clown up to?
Taylor: It looks like we're about to find out!
Creaking along at a slow pace, a small bus pulls into the parking lot with the words "West Valley City Assisted Living" painted on the side. Competing for last place with a turtle, the driver eases the vehicle into a parking spot and it comes to a stop.
Keith puts the AWF Around the Clock Championship back over his shoulder and glances at the bus, not sure what to expect.
Romano: Please tell me this isn't what I think it is.
The door opens and then... Nothing. After what seems like an eternity or about three times the length of Undertaker's entrance, single file a group of elderly women make their way out. Each is dressed as a different member of the Golden Girls, several choosing Sophia. They make their way over and the leader of the women steps forward, a Dorothy.
Dorothy: Hello, we're the GGG.
Williams: The... What?
Dorothy: The Golden Girls Gang.
Struggling to hold back his laughter, Keith takes a moment to compose himself before he responds.
Williams: Sorry, no one told me that instead of midgets I'd be getting grannies this time.
The women gasp, shaking their respective canes and walkers at the sleazy superstar.
Dorothy: Listen here, whippersnapper, I know more ways to kill a man than you'll ever forget.
The King of Sleaze glares at the nerd with the clipboard, unhappy with this next client.
Taylor: These ladies mean business, Cassius!
Romano: There's no way this works.
Williams: Whatever. Just make sure you keep idiots like Tarrasque at bay. And try not to break a hip.
Keith walks off, leaving the GGG to strategize as the leader mutters something that he doesn't hear.
Dorothy: Try not to catch another disease.
Getting ready for the battle ahead, the women take out large bottles of Metamucil and start to eat the powder. Seriously. Using 3 lb. dumbbells, the GGG loudly shriek as they shakily lift the light weights.
🎶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: Rob Garcia's in the house! Everyone else better watch out!
Romano: And accompanied by his manager, Jeff Noon, who I still think is still recovering from his match last show.
The lights in the arena begin to glow a bright shade of blue, beginning in tandem as the opening beats to "Diva" by The Kid Laroi and Lil Tecca echoes over the PA system. After a few moments, Jullianna Del Marco struts out into view on the stage with a smirk creasing her expression. She makes her way to the center of the stage, doing a full one hundred and eighty-degree turn so the audience can get a look at her gear. The Californian brushes the dirt off her shoulders before proceeding down the ramp, initially with outstretched arms. Her smile grows to a wider, more visible one as three bell chimes cut through the air. She removes whatever pair of her signature shades she's wearing, tossing them out into the crowd as she walks down the aisle.
"That lil' bitch a diva, fuck and leave her
My life is a movie directed by Tarantino
Shawty is a dancer, I'm not talking Billie Jean, hoe
Oh, whoa, fuck, we know, I swear I hate these hoes
We know shawty is a eater
We know why she wanna see us
We know that she wanna be us
Oh, whoa, fuck, we know, I swear I hate these hoes"
A pop echoes within the arena’s four walls as the ring announcer gets the introductions underway. Del Marco continues down the ramp at a brisk pace, high-fiving fans along the barricade as she goes. Julianna hops up onto the ring apron, amidst scattered cheers and camera flashes dotting the audience. She blows a kiss out to the crowd before stepping over bottom rope, entering the ring at last. The petite Californian heads for the nearest corner, climbing onto the middle rope, posing for pictures and hyping the crowd up some more before hopping down and leaning back against the turnbuckles. All the while, her music continues to play and her brown eyes are fixed on the ramp. Julianna awaits the start of the match with anticipation; she’s just dying to kick someone in the face tonight.
Taylor: This is also the introduction of one of the newest people to the AWF roster, Julianna Del Marco!
Romano: She calls herself the Hera incarnate. I don't envy the fury that her opponents will face.
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: The Rockstar himself, Tommy Strychnine! He's the only one with AWF gold in his repertoire.
Romano: Not just that, but the man he dethroned was the current AWF Prestige Champion, Vincent Draven. That should say something.
"I'm On Another Level" by Tommee Profitt plays for 30 seconds before he walks down the stage slowly with MIA by his side, waving at fans and signing kids t-shirts with his name.
Taylor: Guillotina and MIA. I swear, something is off with them. I mean, they can't actually be time travelers, right?
Romano: Something may be off but they're here because something is on. Namely, their skill.
Fired Up! Preview Match
Rob Garcia & Julianna Del Marco vs. Tommy Strychnine & Guillotina
The bell rings and the former AWF United States Champion Tommy Strychnine enters the ring. At first, the AWF newbie, Julianna Del Marco, attempts to enter the ring but the cocky Rob Garcia stops her. No, he wants to enter the ring himself. The woman who considers herself a Hera incarnate finds such squabbling beneath her and lets him have it. Rob smirks as he feels he got one over a supposed goddess and shoots her a grin as he turns around toward her. However, as he turns back, he gets WHOLLOPPED by a European uppercut from Strychnine. The way that Garcia actually is lifted from the ground is almost comical. As soon as he hits the ground, Strychnine wastes no time as he goes to the floor. He traps Rob's leg and begins to go for a leg trapped cobra clutch but as soon as he goes for the head, Rob throws his elbow back and SMASHES it into Tommy's face! OUCH! Any harder and there'd be a crack! Tommy gets off of him and Rob uses the opportunity to get back to his feet.
Taylor: What an explosive beginning to this match! Rob gets cocky and gets taken down early, but manages to rebound!
Romano: He may be cocky, but cocky people tend to have a reason to be so.
Rob throws his arms up as he gets to his feet at the exact moment that Tommy composes himself. He sees Rob's gesture and understands that Rob wants to go for a lockup. Being very technical in nature, even possibly more so than his opponent. And he's not one to back down from a challenge so he obliges. He moves for a lock up, but Rob surprises him with a SLAP TO THE FACE! Tommy's face just stays there, trying to comprehend the audacity of what he just experienced. During that moment, Rob also takes a moment to actually SPIT on Tommy. That's where he draws the line. He just... TURNS AWAY!?
Taylor: The man just spit on you! Don't just stand there and take it! DO SOMETH-
...PELE KICK FROM TOMMY! ROB GOES DOWN! HE CONTINUES FORWARD WITH A BARRAGE OF STRIKES!
Romano: You spoke too soon, Tommy! He's really giving it to him now!
Tommy goes on the offensive now. Then he really lays down deeply into this, then he lays on a little bit more! And then when he's done with that, he drags the disrespectful Rob Garcia to his corner and tags in Guillotina, the winner of the Carte De Blanche throwdown! As soon as he enters the ring, he finds Tommy lifting him high in the air. He's giving Guillotina leverage to take him down with a thunderous DDT! He goes for the pin count as Strychnine exits the ring.
...One!
...Two!
...Del Marco surprises Guillotina by the back of the head and SLAMS his head down to the mat!
Taylor: What a PAINFUL way to break up a pin! It's rare to come across such ferocity!
Romano: It's rare to come across such an athletic and talented group of wrestlers. This is the AWF, folks!
Guillotina instinctively exits the ring and proverbially licks his wound as he recovers. Del Marco's eyes watch Guillotina closely. He slowly walks, taking his sweet time around his corner. That's when he suddenly turns the corner at a high rate of speed! Del Marco's eyes zooms in... to a fault. She didn't even pay enough attention that Strychnine was back! He throws a sly blow from his corner, knocking her back! Guillotina takes advantage of this opportunity to slide back in the ring. Before Julianna Del Marco can recover, Guillotina hits her with a 540 Roundhouse Kick to her ass! Julianna catches herself from falling down but as she catches herself and turns around, Guillotina shrugs and points to his manager at manager, MIA. He exclaims loudly, "She did it!" In fact, the only one who almost chants it as loud as him was...
Romano: Pipe down, Tommy! You're supposed to be commentating the match!
Taylor: But she did d-
Romano: NO SHE DIDN'T!
Guillotina turns back to Tommy Taylor and smiles to him. As he turns back, he finds himself on the receiving end of CODE BLUE - Julianna Del Marco's signature stand up knee strike! Guillotina goes down! He goes for the pin count and while Rob Garcia gets in the ring, Tommy Strychnine also enters in to block the interference!
...One!
...Two!
...Rob Garcia ducks Strychnine's clothesline and leg drops HARD on her! Junior Referee Steve Tyrell quickly forces Rob Garcia back in his corner, and separates Tommy Strychnine from him. The matches reaches a lull as the two competitors who are legal in the match, Guillotina and Julianna Del Marco, are both on the ground, feeling withered and battered. They've both tilted, rotated and turned toward their respective partners as they struggle to get to their own corners. Their necks are strained, their skins blush and their desperation beginning to peek out. Guillotina found himself closer to the ropes than he was to his partner, and actually decided to start pulling himself to his feet. For someone who took such a devastating signature move, he found himself to be rising quite quickly. It's good too because Julianna Del Marco reached her corner. She tagged in her officious partner, Rob Garcia and he's coming in hot! With his fire momentum, Strychnine rushes inside of the ring. But Rob didn't come in through the ropes. No, he JUMPED to the top turnbuckle and there, he met Strychnine with a STIFF missile dropkick! He then approaches the legal man, Guillotina and picks him up. SUPLEX! NO! Guillotina regains his footing, basically SKULL BASHES Garcia to break the hold and lifts him up for a KILLER FLAPJACK!
Taylor: Wait WHAT!? This is this part of the match where Rob should have all the momentum in the world! What happened!?
Romano: Rob Garcia is always a cocky one. You can't let your guard down, especially not to someone like Guillotina. What I'm surprised is how Guillotina could accomplish such a thing, given how tired he is.
It's easy to see in the eyes of Guillotina just how tired and exhausted he is. He's ready to give up. He's ready to thrown in the towel. That is, if he's anyone else. But he's not and he's forcing himself back on is feet. Then again, his opponent is fresh and ready to go. Despite the fact that he took some damage, he gets up before Guillotina does and gets him in a headlock. Guillotina is gritting his teeth. Rob's trying to get him back onto his back and put him in a rear naked choke to finish things off, but by God, Guillotina actually has the strength to LIFT HIM IN THE AIR WHILE BEING CHOKED! HE TAKES A FEW STEPS FORWARD. LO AND BEHOLD, THE TAG IS MADE! TOMMY STRYCHNINE IS BACK IN! Guillotina falls down and just as Rob gets up, he finds himself on the receiving end of a European uppercut! Rob is straight off his guard, Tommy runs back quickly to the opposite rope, bounces back and nails him hard with the a bulldog! He's about to go in for a pin count, but finds Julianna Del Marco beginning to enter the ring so he wisely decides not to go for it. He restrategizes.
Romano: Smart thinking from the former AWF United States Champion. I like it.
Taylor: I think what makes this match so special is that everyone has a place in it. Julianna is ruthless. Guillotina is strong. Garcia is tenacious and Tommy is crafty.
For good measure, Tommy Strychnine watches Rob Garcia and gets to his feet. Before he fully makes it up there, Strychnine makes the most of the timing game. He dropkicks the back of Garcia so that he's laying on the bottom rope! Strychnine wastes no time! He runs to the back ropes, rebounds and hits Garcia with the Strych-One-Nine - his signature tiger feint kick! Rob Garcia is pissed but hurt. He's laying in the middle of the ring, but is too determined to stay down. He begins to get up. Guillotina knows exactly what's going down. He rushes into the ring, moves past the referee and Garcia and makes his way to distract Julianna Del Marco with some of his own physical justice. Back to the action of the ring, Strychnine jumps on the top rope and springboards off. V TRIGGER! IT'S STRYCHNINE'S FINISHER! KISS ME DEADLY! AND IT HITS!
...AT THE EXACT SAME TIME ROB GARCIA HITS HIS OWN FLYING KNEE KICK! AKA BOSTON KNEE PARTY! BOTH OF THEM TAKE EVERY BIT OF THE BLOWS AND THEY'RE LAYING DOWN IN THE MIDDLE OF THE RING! ROB TRIES TO GET UP, BUT FALLS AND CRUMBLES UNDER THE WEIGHT OF HIS SUSTAINED INJURIES.
...ON TOP OF STRYCNINE!
...ONE!
...TWO!
...THREE!
Jessie Love: Here are your winners of the match - Julianna Del Marco and Rob Garcia!
Taylor: What an absolutely BEAUTIFUL match! Possibly match of the night or even YEAR potential! Everyone gave it their all!
Romano: There's a poetic end to this match with all competitors spent. But such amazing skill. This was definitely a close one, folks!
We cut away to the backstage area, where we see Jackson Steele on the phone with someone.
Steele: Right... okay. Yes, confirming we have you listed for Fired Up.
A moment of silence.
Steele: ...yes, per the terms of your contract, we will not be using you in any promotional mate--
Steele now notices the cameras in the room and waves them off before covering the mouthpiece on the phone.
Steele: NO. Not now. Get out.
Steele rushes up and shuts the door to his office.
Electric Head Part 2 by White Zombie rips out over the PA system as Jeffrey Daniels jogs out of the back and hits a pose at the top of the entrance. He jogs to the ring, springboards off the top rope to enter, lands rolling and comes up hitting another pose.
Then the sound system throughout the arena blasts;
BOW DOWN BEFORE THE ONE YOU SERVE.
YOU'RE GOING TO GET WHAT YOU DESERVE.
BOW DOWN BEFORE THE ONE YOU SERVE.
YOU'RE GOING TO GET WHAT YOU DESERVE!
Once the final word is heard, the eyes on the screen turn to red and everything cuts to black, the sounds of "Head Like A Hole" by Nine Inch Nails is heard as all of the house lights continue to stay off, the fans using whatever light source they can use to illuminate in front of them.
HEAD LIKE A HOLE!
BLACK AS YOUR SOUL!
I'D RATHER DIE THAN GIVE YOU CONTROL!
The sudden change of lighting on the entrance ramp appears, the light-up jacket of The Prince. Once the bridge of the song kicks in, all of the house lights shine down on Maverick - with the Destiny Wrestling Heavyweight Championship around his waist - who looks out to the many in attendance with a smile on his face, he raises his arms up and stands with his arms stretched out wide, he lowers his arms and makes his way down to the ring in a slow manner, taking his time as the chorus of loud cheers rain down on him. Upon making it to ringside, he circles around the ring and hitting the hands of every fan in attendance that reaches out to him. He climbs up the steps and walks along the apron, brushing his feet along the apron before entering through the middle ropes. Maverick springs himself into the corner and roars out to the crowd before unstrapping the belt from his waist and raising it up high with both hands for the crowd to see.
Mavericks music fades out and he makes his way over to Jeffrey and they both start discussing what we can assume is the match ahead.
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
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, he looks over at Maverick and Daniels rolling his eyes, making the jerk off motion as he walks to his corner.
"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. 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, cockily smiling at the arena. Seth then turns to Williams who is shaking his head in disapproval, Seth waves it off. It now looks that Keith and Dillinger are bickering back and forth, until Keith walks away mocking Dillinger using his hand in a talking motion. Keith goes to the outside of their corner. Jeffery looks to be starting for his team.
Fired Up! Preview Match
Seth Dillinger & Keith Williams vs. Maverick & Jeffrey Daniels
*DING DING DING*
Seth still has his attention turned to Keith Williams but as soon as the bell rings he turns around a bolts towards Jeffery who wasn’t expecting that! Dillinger boots Daniels to the face sending him crashing down onto the mat! Seth then drops down and cracks Daniels in the face a few times with a right hand, then pulling him halfway up and yelling something back to Williams, who sends a sarcastic thumbs up back to DIllinger. Dillenger pause Daniels up and Irish ripsom into the ropes, Daniel's comes running back to Seth who hit someone with a hard clothesline!! Daniels flips and lands on the mat! Daniels rolls over holding his chest and neck in pain!
Daniels tries to crawl to the ropes and as he’s reaching out toward his partner Maverick, Seth stomps down onto his hand. He then stomps down on his arm, then back a couple of times and then drops an elbow! Dillinger quickly gets back up, pulls up Jeffery and shoots him into his corner. Dillinger tags in Williams but elbows Daniels before exiting the ring. Keith chops away at the chest of Daniels! He gets to the fifth chop and then takes a couple steps back and rushes towards Daniels and crashes into him with a knee. Daniels goes crumbling to the mat. Williams then goes for the cover!
1
2
Kick out!!!!
Williams smacks the mat and then gets up and as he goes to pick up Jeffery Daniels, he gets poked in the eye! Williams goes falling back, covering his eyes in pain. Daniels struggles to get up to his feet but he does and leaps to the corner tagging in Maverick! Williams is getting to his feet now and as he looks up Maverick comes charging towards him and Maverick connects with a bicycle knee strike, sending Keith down to the mat. Maverick gets up quickly and rushes towards Seth, and goes to hit him with an elbow,but Dillinger is too fast and jumps off the apron. Maverick starts mouthing off to Dillinger, Dillinger starts talking smack back to Maverick. As Maverick turns around he is kicked in the stomach by Keith Williams! Williams hooks both arms and hits Maverick with a double arm DDT! Williams goes for the cover!
1
2
KICK OUT!!!!!
Williams doesn’t miss a beat, he gets on top of Maverick and starts wailing away on him with rights and lefts! The referee starts to count to 10! Williams then backs off, he steps up off Maverick. As Maverick tries to get up Williams kicks him in the chest as hard as he can, sending Maverick back down! Wiliams then tags in Seth. Seth jumps up on the turn buckle and jumps off hitting a perfect frog splash!!! He goes for the cover!
1
2
KICK OUT!!!
Seth gets back up to his feet, picking Maverick up off the mat and hitting him with a snapmare suplex! Dillinger up off the mat and to the ropes for a springboard moonsalt crashing down onto Maverick! He gets up again, climbs the turnbuckle and looks over at Keith who is yelling “Why do you love Neo more than me?!” Seth gives Williams a look of disgust and leaps off connecting with a flying leg drop! Dillinger goes for the cover!
1
2
KICK OUT!!
Seth Dillinger is in shock! He looks around and as he goes to grab Maverick, he picks him up and Maverick hits Dillinger with an uppercut! Dillinger goes stumbling back. Maverick starts to hulk up getting his second wind. He leaps forward towards a dazed Dillinger and connects with a flying lariat! Maverick then not missing step picks up Dillinger and power bombs him down to the mat! Maverick is pumped up now! He stomps away at Dillinger and then drops a leg across the neck of Seth! Maverick goes for the cover!
1
KICK OUT!
Maverick gets up, and bends down picking Seth up for a deadlift German suplex! He slams Seth down into the mat, drags him to the center of the ring. Maverick tags in Jeffery Daniels! Daniels jumps to the top rope and as he starts to stand up trying to balance himself on the top rope. He tries to jump off the ropes for what looks like a shooting star press, but he must have slipped, because he jumps into the air and lands flat on his back, botching the move. Maverick face palms himself! Dillinger sits up and starts to crawl towards Keith Williams who is laughing at what just happened to Jeffery Daniels. Dillinger tags in Keith confused at what he’s laughing about. Keith gets in and jogs over towards Daniels who is holding onto his back in pain.
Keith stomps away at the back of Jeffery Daniels, trying to hold in his laughter! Williams then pulls Daniels up and gets him into a power bomb position. Williams then pulls Daniels up and hits him with a jumping pile driver! Williams then gets up, and runs to the ropes elbowing Maverick in the face with a cheap shot, sending Maverick falling down to the floor! Williams is about to climb the ropes, that Daniels just slipped on and remembers what just happened so he decided to instead springboards off the top rope and lands a perfect body splash! Williams then goes for the cover.
1
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Th-KICK OUT!!!!
Williams is shocked! He then yells at the ref holding up 3 fingers! The ref waves to continue the match! Williams now furious grabs Daniels and hits him with rights and lefts. He picks up Daniels for what looks to be another possible jumping pile driver, but as he lifts Daniels, he collapses back down to the mat. Williams looks down frustrated and as he goes to pick him up, Daniels counters with a small package!
1
2
KICK OUT AT THE LAST SECOND!!!!!!
Williams rolls away shocked that Daniels was able to trick him. Daniels gets to his feet! Both men rush each other, Keith tries to clothesline Daniels who ducks, both men run towards opposite ropes bouncing off, Daniels hits Williams with a flying cross body!! Jeffery gets to his feet celebrating his come back! He is pumped up and goes to pick up Williams who is half way to his feet now. Daniels walks up to Williams and starts clubbing away on his back!
Seth Dillinger steps half way in, getting the refs attention and as the ref goes to push Dillinger back, Daniels turns his attention to the commotion, he's distracted a little too long as Williams knife edge chops Daniel's groin!!!
Daniels falls to the ground in pain! Williams smirks at the hard camera and goes to lift up Daniels up onto his shoulder for what could be the K-Driver! William struggles to get Daniels up and stumbles back, as he lifts Daniels on to his shoulder Dillinger tags himself in on the back of Keith, who seems unaware of the tag. The ref sees it and waves for the tag. Williams then with Daniels on his shoulder hits the K-Driver! He goes for the cover!!
The ref is not counting and pointing to Dillinger, who has made it to the top rope! He yells at Williams “GET THE F*** OUT THE WAY!!!’’ Williams in a fury rolls off Daniels and Dillinger comes flying off the top rope with a perfect 450 splash! He goes for the cover!
1
2
3!!!!!
Seth gets to his feet and is met with an angry Keith Williams who is trash talking him and getting in his face. Both men are nose to nose talking all kinds of offensive words. The ref gets in between them and raises their hands. Williams yanks his hand away and gets out the ring and marches up the ramp. Dillinger smiles in a cocky way and looks into the camera with a shrug.
Coming soon...
AWF TRADING CARDS!
The most popular fed in XHF meets the most popular trend in tabletop games!
Crack a pack... see who you get!
[The camera cuts to a couple of kids opening a pack. The first kid rips his open and files through the cards, pulling out a shiny holographic one.]
COOL!!! I GOT GUILLOTINA!!
[The second kid opens his pack and looks down, then looks disappointed.]
Aww. I only got stupid Copycat.
AWF trading cards... coming soon to a Target near you!
AWF TRADING CARDS!
The most popular fed in XHF meets the most popular trend in tabletop games!
Crack a pack... see who you get!
[The camera cuts to a couple of kids opening a pack. The first kid rips his open and files through the cards, pulling out a shiny holographic one.]
COOL!!! I GOT GUILLOTINA!!
[The second kid opens his pack and looks down, then looks disappointed.]
Aww. I only got stupid Copycat.
AWF trading cards... coming soon to a Target near you!
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 crowd, leading them in a cry of "WALK WITH FOX!!!". 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: Walk with Fox! Here's his first defense as champion, and he's already a popular champion.
Romano: He's growing to be quite seasoned. Through his battles with both Legion and LGBTKO, the Fox has grown quite bloodied.
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.
”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.
Taylor: And here comes Dakota Jennings with quite a harrowing message.
Romano: She's grown quite pessimistic with a clear message. If she doesn't win, she's out. Will she stay? Will Fox retain?
Main Event
AWF United States Championship Match
Bloodied Fox (c) vs. Dakota Jennings
After the bell rings, Dakota Jennings and Bloodied Fox close in on each other. Both competitors throw loose, lazy kicks at each other, both noted strikers that they are, both trying to find the perfect range to connect with a blow. Dakota gets real close with a side kick, extending her leg to it's fullest and Fox scurries back a pace or two to prevent a follow up strike. Fox tries to shoot for The Chairwoman's plant leg, hoping she'll throw another kick and be easier to overbalance but Jennings sprawls as a counter, locking Fox in a headlock, which she takes to the ground.
Taylor: Tactical start from both people here.
Romano: Both of these wrestlers are well aware of each other's strengths in the striking game. Neutralizing them would be a great boon.
Fox tries to roll his way out of the hold, but Jennings goes with him with a tight Gator Roll, maintaining the headlock. Attempting to gain some striking range, Dakota draws back and tries to throw a knee at Fox's cranium but Fox uses the slight loss of grip needed for this to slide his way out of the hold before back rolling up to his feet. Jennings scrambles to hers and the pair face off again.
Taylor: Bloodied Fox working his way free there.
Romano: There's a lot of skill on display here. I like it, Taylor.
Sensing that Jennings' guard is a little loose, more of a striker's stance than a pure wrestler's, Fox reaches out and grabs a hanging arm. The Vulpine Scavenger pulls with all his might and jettison's Jennings' body across the ring sending it careering towards the ropes. Rebounding, The Chairwoman heads back for Fox, out of control. Fox drops flat to the mat and lets Jennings rush over his body, looking to get a better set up on the next bounce. Jennings hits the opposite ropes hard and on her return, Fox leaps into the air and hits a tight huracanrana, ending mounted on Jennings' body. Fox lays in a few vicious palm strikes, each one connecting flush. Fox drops to cover...
ONE!
TW.. not even a two count.
Taylor: Maybe a little early to go for a pin?
Romano: If you don't try it, you won't know if it's gonna work.
Fox stands and checks that his opponent is at least a little stunned. He backs off, picking an angle and breathes in deeply, focusing himself for the upcoming attack...
Romano: Heads up, Taylor, your favourite move in the world is coming.
Still a little dazed, Jennings sits up and begins to shift her bodyweight as Fox lines up his rush. The Vulpine Scaveneger charges in, full steam ahead and DELIVERS A MASSIVE KICK TO THE SEATED JENNINGS' RIBCAGE...
Taylor: PEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-KAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY!
Romano: You've been waiting for that all night, Taylor.
Taylor: Damn right.
Fox drops and covers again...
ONE!
TWO!
TH... Jennings kicks out. Fox is up on his feet straight away and throws a couple of kicks at the prone Chairwoman like the scavenger he is. Dakota Jennings squirms and attempts to pick Fox's leg from her position on the canvas and Fox backs off a few steps, allowing his opponent to stand. The Witch of the Fox School throws a couple of quick Teep Kicks to keep Jennings at range, controlling the space in the ring. He feigns throwing a third as Jennings steps in, looking to block across her waist, Fox contorts his leg in mid air, switching the angle of the kick and landing his instep clear on Dakota's temple.
Taylor: Well, that poses a difficult question for Daktoa Jennings.
Romano: Cute, Taylor. Real cute.
With Dakota staggered by the Question Mark Kick, Fox closes in and locks in a tight waistlock. Using all the force that his size advantage, a rarity for him, offers Fox pops his hips and casually flicks Jennings to the mat with a stylish belly to belly suplex. The Vulpine One backs off towards a corner and hops up effortlessly over the ropes, turning to face the downed Dakota Jennings. With a cheeky wink to the hard cam, FOX LEAPS UP ONTO THE TOP ROPE AND SPRINGBOARDS OFF INTO A MASSIVE SPLASH!
Taylor: AIR VULPINE! AIR VULPINE!
Fox stays in position to cover...
ONE!
TWO!
THR.. Dakota kicks out. Fox barely blinks before he's grabbed hold of Dakota's arm and hauled The Chairwoman up roughly to her feet. Fox clutches the arm tight, wrapping it up behind Jennings' back before SPINNING HER OFF AND PULLING HER BACK IN... FOX DUCKS LOOKING FOR THE CUTTER...
Taylor: A HUSTLE, SWEETHEART...
BUT AS FOX STEPS THROUGH, JENNINGS KICKS HIM IN THE CALF MUSCLE! FOX COLLAPSES TO THE MAT!
Romano: No hustle there. All pain and suffering.
Jennings has a sickening smile on her face as she drops down to the mat, kneeing Fox in the calf she'd clipped previously. From the kneeling position she ends up in, Jennings grabs hold of The Vulpine Bastard's foot and begins to twist his ankle. The referee drops to the mat to check if Fox wants to tap but a ferocious shake of the head indicates that Bloodied Fox is far from needing to submit. The look of commitment on Jennings' face shows that she isn't going to release the hold any time soon either. Fox yelps, as foxes tend to do, in pain as Jennings applies the maximum amount of torque she can to the unfortunate Bloodied Fox.
Taylor: That hold is on tight. I don't know where Fox can go from this.
Romano: He has to escape somehow.
With her grip locked in tight, Dakota Jennings keeps the pressure on Fox's ankle. Again the referee asks if Fox wants to quit and again he shakes his head, maybe a little more desperate than last time. Dakota's response is to flatten herself to the mat, wrapping her legs cobra like around The Vulpine One's leg, applying a tight grapevine. Another ask from the referee and another shake of the head from Fox.
Taylor: Grit and determination in the face of pain. Bloodied Fox is using it all to hold onto his title.
Romano: He'll be lucky to hold onto his bone structure if this keeps up.
Stressing and straining, Fox uses his shoulders to begin to slowly turn the pile, trying to prise himself free from the hold. With an almighty roar, he flips the pair over so they're both on their stomachs but the hold remains locked in tight. Jennings grimaces and tries to exert that final burst of effort that will make Bloodied Fox give up. Another quesiton from the referee. Another no from Fox. But this time Fox rolls to the same side, taking Jennings with him again and he reaches out his arm and just, JUUUUUUST, reaches the bottom rope.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
FOUR!
FI..... Jennings breaks the hold.
Taylor: Dakota Jennings using every microsecond of that five count to her advantage.
Romano: Breaking any earlier is a sucker's move. Cross Recoba taught her well.
Jennings stands quickly. Bloodied Fox stands as well, using the ropes for stability. With a sadistic smile on her face, Jennings opens her guard, begging Bloodied Fox to take a shot. Fox lifts his good leg for a kick and Dakota takes two quick steps forward and punts his injured plant leg out from underneath him. Like a wild animal Dakota stomps on Fox's leg, piling on the pressure. Dakota covers again...
ONE!
TWO!
Fox AGAIN reaches out for the bottom rope. Dakota rolls away instantly planning her next move.
Taylor: Dakota Jennings, just piling on the pressure onto Bloodied Fox.
Romano: You can't give your opponent a sniff of a chance. And Foxes are good at sniffing things out if my trash can is anything to go by.
Lifting Fox up as she stands, Jennings positions herself for a back suplex but reverses the momentum mid move, hitting an evil Shin Breaker on Fox. Jennings' smile is laced with a little venom as she picks Fox up by the hair and whips him into the corner, Fox staggering in with every step. Jennings drapes Fox's leg over the second rope and slingshots herself to the outside, CATCHING FOX'S LEG ON HER WAY DOWN AND STRETCHING IT OVER THE ROPE! Jennings turns and poses for the hard cam as Fox falls backwards into the ring in agony.
Taylor: It doesn't just look like Jennings wats the prize of the US title. She's looking to take Fox's leg as a prize too!
Romano: It seems like the Scavenger has become the hunted.
Jennings climbs back into the ring, facing outwards. With one eye over her shoulder, Dakota bounces off the BOTTOM rope, hitting a low angle turning dropkick that catches Fox's leg AGAIN.
Taylor: MODIFIED CROSS DIMENSIONAL TRAVEL!
But following up immediately isn't the option on Jennings' mind. Instead she backs off, slowly, towards a corner. She turns to face Fox as he slowly, ever so slowly begins to get to one knee and DAKOTA CHARGES IN, USING FOX'S KNEE AS A SPRINGBOARD BEFORE SMASHING HER KNEE INTO FOX'S FACE!
Taylor: IT CAME FROM SCOTTSDALE!
Dakota covers...
ONE!
TWO!
THRE... BLOODIED FOX KICKS OUT!
Taylor: That was so close!
Romano: See, you don't just focus on the leg to finish someone off. You can focus on the leg to make sure they can't stand up quick enough to avoid a move.
Fox is slow, REAL slow getting up and Dakota senses that this is her moment. She backs off to the right distance, takes a long stride forward and SUPERKICKS THE KNEELING BLOODIED FOX IN THE FACE!
Taylor: DKO MARK I TO THE WOUNDED FOX!
Romano: There was nothing that Bloodied Fox could have done to avoid it!
Dakota covers...
ONE!
TWO!
THRE.. NO! FOX KICKS OUT!
Taylor: Where is Bloodied Fox getting the strength to fight out of this?
Fox rolls away, again using the ropes to stand. Dakota, annoyed by not being able to put Fox away, approaches menacingly. The Chairwoman throws a kick at Fox's leg. Fox blocks it with his arm. Dakota tries again. Fox blocks it again. Dakota tries a third time and this time Fox gets enough power behind the block that he FLIPS JENNINGS OVER BACKWARDS! JENNINGS GETS UP TO A KNEE AS FOX DROPS TO HIS! MASSIVE OPEN HAND STRIKE TO JENNINGS! MASSIVE OPEN HAND STRIKE IN RETURN FROM FOX! ONE MORE FROM JENNINGS! ONE MORE FROM FOX! ONE MORE FROM JENNINGS! FOX USES WHATEVER STRENGTH HE HAS LEFT IN HIS LEGS TO UNCORK LIKE A SPRING INTO A PALM THRUST AT FULL STRETCH!
Taylor: BOOM! HEADSHOT!
Fox clambers to his feet, slower than he's probably moved since he was a toddler. Groggy from that last Shoutei, Dakota is slow herself to get up. Sensing that this might be his big chance, The Vulpine Scavenger backs up and he hobbles his way towards Dakota. Fox has a little momentum on his side as he attempts to leap at Dakota, hitting her with the Exquisite Red, his headscissor driver. But as he tries to jump into the move, his leg BUCKLES. Fox DESPERATELY tries to get blood back into his leg, furiously rubbing it with his hands, trying to feel something other than pain. Unfortunately for him, this gives Dakota time to recover. Jennings stands and hauls Fox off the mat BY THE INJURED LEG, PLACING THE ANKLE AGAINST HER SHOULDER... SHE LEAPS AND GRABS A FIRM HOLD OF THE FOOT, CRASHING DOWN TO THE MAT WITH FOX'S ANKLE BONE TAKING ALL THE IMPACT!
Taylor: DKO MARK TWO ON THE INJURED ANKLE!
Romano: Innovative. Dangerous.
Dakota keeps firm hold of that ankle and like a shark smelling blood in the water, turns over and twists away with all of her might. Bloodied Fox struggles and fights. The referee drops to ask him if he wants to give up and he again shakes his head, a little more desperately than the first time. Dakota again slaps in a grapevine on the leg. Fox says no. And Dakota responds by sitting up, applying a little more torque and SMASHING DOWNWARDS ONTO FOX'S CALF MUSCLE WITH TWELVE-SIX ELBOWS. AGAIN. AND AGAIN. AND AGAIN. EACH STRIKE FILLED WITH MORE VENOM AND HATRED THAN THE LAST The referee asks Fox if he wants to give in...
Fox taps out.
Jessie Love: The winner of the match, by submission, DAKOOOOTA JEEEEEEEENINGS!
Taylor: Bloodied Fox fought his way through a hellstorm of damage from Dakota Jennings there.
Romano: Look, I'm usually not one to give credit to the losers, but Fox can hold his head up proud. That was an amazing contest.
Taylor: Yes it was, Cassius, yes it was.
As Dakota hoists the title high above her head, Fox lays a bit broken in the ring.
Taylor: Holy hell, what a show, folks!
Romano: And it's only gonna get crazier... we've seen TWO new champions in AWF tonight, and Fired Up could mark yet another one!
Taylor: Vincent Draven certainly has his hands full... and we'll find out if he can handle the pressure in two weeks! Goodnight, folks!
Taylor: Holy hell, what a show, folks!
Romano: And it's only gonna get crazier... we've seen TWO new champions in AWF tonight, and Fired Up could mark yet another one!
Taylor: Vincent Draven certainly has his hands full... and we'll find out if he can handle the pressure in two weeks! Goodnight, folks!
