The AWF Presents Prestige 59 - LIVE from Portland, OR
Sept 23, 2020 21:11:16 GMT -5
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Post by ForeverKuroi on Sept 23, 2020 21:11:16 GMT -5
Ascension Wrestling Federation Presents:
Live at the The Memorial Coliseum in Portland, OR.
10/03/2020
Capacity: 12000
In Attendance: 2400
Steele is in his office sorting through paperwork, he checks his phone with a little smirk when his attention snaps to the man standing in front of his desk. Neo James Carner, the current XHF Phoenix Champion. Carner is brandishing the title around his chest like a bandolier as he gives the center title plate a polishing rub with his right palm.
Steele: Neo James Carner, you know usually people knock before they step into my office.
Neo chuckles softly.
NJC: "Yes, yes and if you weren't expecting me I would have but let's face it Steele! You need a main event, and I'm here to give it to you. You see, I didn't want to start the show any other way. Everyone at home across the globe needs to know what's going on at the top of the marquee and that's why I'm here! That's why I didn't knock!"
Steele: "You must love the sound of your own voice, that much is obvious."
NJC: "That and the sound of withdrawing cash from the ATM."
Steele tents his hands and then shrugs his shoulders.
Steele: "Well, get on with it."
Neo clears his throat as he can't help but snicker.
NJC: "I am here to request -- no, demand! -- that I be rewarded for my actions with a shot at Dakota Jennings's US Title. I did pin the active United States Champion when I beat Bloodied Fox one on one in a champion vs champion match, and you simply ignore this? Unacceptable."
Steele: "Everyone thinks they deserve the world, Neo. But you've caught me drowning in paperwork and administrative duties. You want Dakota Jennings for the US title? You hold up your commitment! As the XHF Phoenix Champion, it has to be defended every 30 days, and tonight is your last chance to defend it. I'll honor your victory over Bloodied Fox when he was still champ -- so long as you find yourself an opponent to defend that title tonight."
Neo glowers, frowning at Steele who bosses him around.
NJC: "My opponent tonight.. quite the interesting proposition, Jackson! I'm going to show you exactly what this Phoenix Title means to me tonight! If you're expecting an answer now though? Fat chance! I'm just here to let you know to go ahead and ready up that Main Event, because I'm going to absolutely dazzle you. And let Dakota know... I'm coming for her belt, too."
Steele maintains a firm gaze on Neo.
Steele: "Sure, Neo. Whatever you say. If you're done wasting my time, I've got a show to run."
Neo gives a cocky little grin as he saunters away, Steele pulling out his phone again to go back to work.
"Bamboleo" by Gypsy Kings hits over the P.A. System and the crowd goes crazy for their Spanish Luchador! Carlos Ruiz walks out from the back posing for the crowd in his leather jacket that is zipped halfway up, pink speedo wrestling trunks, pink boots, and Maui Jim sunglasses. He stops on the way to the ring a couple of times to take selfies with the crowd.
Jessie Love: Making his way to the ring... from Madrid, Spain... weighing in at 212 pounds... CARLOOOOS RUUUUIIIIZ!
He slides into the ring and blows kisses to the adoring fans. He smiles as he removes his jacket and sunglasses and hands them to the ringside attendant.
Taylor: Well here comes one of the newest faces in AWF!
Romano: It's a big chance to show what he can do, Taylor. All these men want to make a statement.
The following music plays as the movie star himself, Roger Riggs, comes out. He makes his way to the ring where he warms up. He's ready to take his opponents on.
Taylor: And Roger Riggs!
Romano: Riggs had an unfortunate incident in Fired Up where he got crushed by a bear... he's got a lot of room to show what he can really do.
"Bad Weather" by In Her Own Words hits the speakers. As the song kicks it up a notch and gets heavier, Spike Skye comes out with a big smirk on his face, hearing a positive reaction from the fans as he throws up a set of peace signs before coming down the entrance ramp, high fiving a few fans.
He climbs the steel steps, wiping his boots on the apron before standing on top of the second rope. He shouts "C'MON!" to get the crowd riled up, before doing a rope assisted cartwheel into the ring, doing a few short hops as he backs himself into the corner, preparing for this match ahead of him.
Taylor: Spike Skye is our last entrant, and the fans love him!
Romano: Skye hasn't had the most success here in AWF, but you can't deny the fans are in tune with his energy.
Triple Threat Match
Carlos Ruiz vs. Roger Riggs vs. Spike Skye
The bell rings and all three opponents circle around one another, but one of them comes closer to another than the other. That's Spike Skye. He invades enemy territory and as he approaches Roger Riggs, he finds himself to be a kick to the shin and then followed up with a European uppercut! He goes down! Roger Riggs reacts with a smile and a smirk to the camera, quite instinctively knowing where the camera is. With a smile, he turns back around to his opponents... with one of them, Carlos Ruiz, sending him a kick to the stomach! Riggs is bent over. Carlos picks him up. He goes up. Slowly but surely. Over the head then... Roger Riggs gets slammed to the mat! Suplex! Carlos Ruiz gets up and as he gets up, instantly heads back to the floor. He narrowly dodged a flying knee from Spike! That was Spike Skye's finisher ...Bang! Carlos Ruiz quite visibly wipes some sweat from his brow.
Taylor: Hold on! We're starting to get into the big guns so early one. It's so hard to keep up!
Romano: That's right, and that's the entire point of these multi-competitor matches. So much can happen and if you're not ready at all times, be ready to be pinned.
Carlos Ruiz walks up to Roger. He grabs him by the feet, but the vivacious warrior kicks back with such power than it knocks Ruiz back onto his ass! Riggs gets up, looks straight forward with such determination and moves forward. He stops as he senses something behind him. Or rather - someone. Spike Skye is there and dropkicks him in the back of the legs, forcing him down! Skye runs to the opposite ropes and bounces back. He takes him down with a clothesline. Then the high flying and high speed Skye goes sky high as he climbs the top ropes. MOONSAULT - and Riggs lifts up his knees! Crash and a burn! He gets up and turns back to where he was going to go - where Carlos Ruiz is. But he finds him from the corner of his eyes. He ensnares him and captures him for his next move, which is a hurracanrana. He goes to take him down but surprisingly finds that Roger Riggs has him lifted up. He's in control of the show! POWERBOMB! BOOM! DOWN GOES CARLOS RUIZ! Riggs has him down there for the pin count:
...One!
...Two!
...Kickout!
Taylor: A close one for Carlos Ruiz. Roger Riggs just takes control! He doesn't ask for permission!
Romano: There are a lot of high flying moves but what these kids ought to realize is that these loopdy loops are all risks and with the case of both Skye and Ruiz, when these risks fail, they fail badly.
Roger Riggs gets up and he huffs about the kick up, but it drives him to work even harder. He brings Carlos up to his feet and immediately gets met with a European uppercut, which knocks him back. This angers the man who calls himself The Lethal Weapon. He shoots forward with a STRONG punch! Yikes! Carlos Ruiz almost gets his nose broken as he gets knocked back! He gets shoved into the corner! Roger Riggs takes his time as he goes into the corner. He takes a step forward and then shoots with the shoulder! The breath gets taken out of Ruiz! And a second! This time it droops down! Riggs raises his arms in the air. Everyone knows what's coming! SHOTGUN DROPKICK! HE CALLS IT THE LETHAL WEAPON! BOOM! IT HITS! Ruiz goes down! Ruiz goes down! Riggs gets up and has a satisfied grin on his face. He approaches for the pin, but JUST as soon as Riggs gets to the vicinity, Spike Skye comes from behind and takes him down with a flying headscissors! The crowd all jumps out of their seats and cheer for the man, who moments ago nearly took himself out of the match.
Taylor: Good going, Spike! I knew you could do it!
Romano: He's doing a great job, yes. He probably solidified his position within the match and ensured it's not over, but he should remember just that. The match is still indeed on.
Roger Riggs doesn't look as much hurt as he was surprised and with good reason too. He had the match in the palm of his hand and some commoner non-star who may as well be an extra just forces himself on stage! He gets up and as soon as he knows what's what, he finds Spike approaching with a smile on his face. He runs around the ring and picks up momentum. Riggs is looking for a firm foundation and so he uses the turnbuckle to help bring him to his feet but little does he know, that's what Spike Syke wants! SPLASH! Riggs takes all of that! Skye BOUNCES off whereas Riggs dazes forward with a stumble and faceplants. The fans are getting excited! Spike shapes his hands as fingers. The fans chant with him. BANG! He's signaling his flying knee strike finisher! He brings Roger Riggs to his feet and BANG!
Taylor: Oh my...
Romano: God!
Roger Riggs strikes first with The Shotgun Dropkick! The Lethal Weapon! For the SECOND time! On the SECOND competitor! He's running out of energy and goes to crawl for the pin... But what's this!? Ruiz moves in for the pin count too! Riggs will be DAMNED if the win comes from beneath his feet! They both rush as they both throw an arm over Spike Skye. The referee shifts eyes to finds both arms over and makes the count.
...One!
...Two!
...THREE!
Jessie Love: Here are your winners of the match - Roger Riggs and Carlos Ruiz!
Taylor: This match ended without a definitive winner? What gives1?
Romano: Roger Riggs certainly did a lot of the work and showed his skill, but Carlos Ruiz showed just how tenacious he was. Good show!
Taking a smoke break outside of the Memorial Coliseum, The Paragon of Sleaze puffs on a hand-rolled "cigarette" of unknown origin and insides. For all we know it could have come from Spike Skye. Staying close to the door leading back in, Keith inhales and lets out a large cloud of smoke. The yellow glow of the overhead light perfectly capturing the view as every spec of the vapor escapes into the air. Glittering like a freshly shined pearl, the AWF Around the Clock Championship is fastened around the waist of The ReVenants member.
Taylor: What does Keith have planned this week?!
Romano: I don't care. This man is a disgrace to professional wrestling with outrageous antics.
Taylor: Don't let your hemorrhoids ruin your sense of humor, Cassius.
The clattering of a bottle offscreen can be heard, drawing Williams' gaze as he shouts in surprise.
Williams: Who's there?!
Throwing his still cherried green goodness on the ground, KW responsibly puts it out with the bottom of his shoe.
Williams: Don't make me hurt you!!
Unbuttoning the top of his shirt as well as the cuffs of his sleeves, Keith is ready to tussle with whomever or whatever might be lurking nearby.
As The Sleazy One is peering into the darkness, several ninjas drop down from out of nowhere behind him. A ninja reaches out, lightly tapping the AWF Around the Clock Champion on the shoulder as he twists around in a rush to see who is there. The King of Sleaze nearly lariats the sneaky snake out of their mask, stopping short of doing so as he starts to laugh.
Romano: Ninjas. This lamebrain brought ninjas with him.
Taylor: Is it legal to defend a title by murdering your opponents?
Romano: I'm not answering that question.
Taylor: You just did.
Williams: Ohhhh, you're good!
Walking up to each ninja, Keith examines their outfits and lithe frames.
Williams: Jeff told me I wouldn't be disappointed and I'm far from it. He also told me you wield very specific weapons?
All together, the ninjas nod and whip out nunchaku, but these aren't the type you'd typically see. Connected by chain, two enormous dildos are fastened into into a dangerous weapon, wielded by every person assembled in front of The Paragon of Sleaze.
Williams: Hahaha, excellent! As instructed, you're contractually committed to maintaining my record setting reign as the AWF Around the Cock Champion. You're to use any means necessary, sweep any leg that needs sweeping. Is that understood?! Do you have a problem with that?!!
The silent killers collectively assume the same pose, foot against foot, arms at their sides.
Ninjas: No, Sensei of the Stache!!
Williams bows to the ninjas, receiving bows in return as he turns around and leads his group of assassins into the building. Attempting to hold back laughter, Tommy Taylor seeks to find out his fellow announcer's opinion on what we witnessed in between outbursts of giggles.
Taylor: Any thoughts, Cassius?
Romano: Leave me alone.
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: Julianna Del Marco had some harsh words for her opponent tonight, and she'll be looking to bounce back from Fired Up.
Romano: I like her. She's got attitude, she's got skills... she's a wrestler's wrestler. Total package.
Turn To Stone by Joe Walsh fills the arena as the lights dim and a single spotlight illuminates the stage. Out from the curtain steps Cross Recoba, a titanium cane with a golden lion's head handle in one hand, touching the crucifix with the other. The HCW Diamond title is draped over his shoulder. The crowd responds with a chorus of boo's for The Fox while Cross uses the handle of the cane to push his shag hair cut from his face, flicking his head back confidently as he grins out at the audience obnoxiously. He holds up the cane that has caused so much trouble in the past to an even more venomous response from the fans, and he begins down the ramp still holding it aloft.
Jessie Love: "Coming to the ring, sttanding at six foot one and one inch, and weighing in at 230 pounds, hailing from New York, New York. and the self-proclaimed 'Box Office Smash of AWF'..... , 'THE FOX' CROSS RECOBBBAAA!!"
Recoba reaches ringside and holds the lions head handle of the cane up to his lips and kisses it for luck. He sets the cane to rest against the ring steps and then climbs them up onto the apron, and with a wipe of his feet slips between the ropes. He pops up with both hands out at his side, walking forward as if putting his glory on display, and delivers an over-exaggerated bow that causes the fans to crow even louder in disdain. Cross stands to his full height and smirks, stepping over to the far corner to await the beginning of the match.
Taylor: It feels like it has been forever since Cross Recoba has stepped foot in an AWF ring!
Romano: That's because it has been. Recoba took some time off, but standing here tonight, he looks every bit as capable as ever.
Singles Match
Julianna Del Marco vs. Cross Recoba
Taylor: Well we're about to get underway here. Cassius, how do you rate the combatants in this match?
Romano: Well Del Marco showed a lot of fire, no pun intended at Fired Up. Cross Recoba does have an ace up his sleeve in Chris Card at ringside. That might be a deciding factor.
The bell rings and Julianna Del Marco and Cross Recoba circle, neither wanting to stray too near to each other to start the match. Cross uses his speed to dip in and out of Del Marco's range and launch a rangy kick to her leg. The Queen dips in, weaving underneath a forearm from The Fox and tags Recoba with a rapid roundhouse kick of her own. Cross grabs JDM's arm before she can escape his range and whips his diminutive opponent towards the ropes. Cross shapes for a strike, but with a vertical leap that is nearly unreal, The Queen hops over Cross and heads for the opposite side. Del Marco rebounds again, this time in more control and launches into a spinning heel kicks but Cross dips quickly underneath it. Del Marco rolls through to her feet and uses the momentum to hit the ropes again and as she returns to the middle, both competitors go for a dropkick, the end result being both whiffing.
Taylor: This match is off to a hell of a fast start.
Romano: I'd wager that Recoba is a bad match up for Del Marco. Cross can keep up with her speed and there's not many in this federation that could say that.
Cross and Julianna stand up and face off. Cross throws a low roundhouse kick to the thigh again but Del Marco is wise to this and uses her mad hops to get out of the way. If going low doesn't work, Cross goes high, this time aiming for the head but Del Marco arches her back and Matrix Evades that strike. Cross goes to the well again, going for the ribs this time but Del Marco DIVES FORWARD, ARCHING HER BACK SO CROSS'S KICK WHIFFS AND BOTH HER FEET CONNECT WITH RECOBA'S HEAD!
Crowd: HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT!
Taylor: ¡PATADA DE ESCORPIÓN! ¡O DIOS MIO!
Romano: No hables Español, Taylor, tu acento apesta.
Watching her opponent stagger backwards towards the ropes, The Queen makes room for a good run up and charges full speed ahead at her opponent. Del Marco arches her boot and it connects flush with Cross Recoba's chin, sending The Man Worth A Million Euros over the ropes, bouncing off the ring apron and down to the floor. Julianna backs off and starts clapping her hands, the crowd scattered around the arena at an appropriate social distance catching on quickly and clappig along with her. Del Marco hits the ropes, rushes across the width of the ring and JUMPS CLEAN OVER THE ROPES INTO A PICTURE PERFECT HURACANRANA ON RECOBA!
Crowd: AY-DUBYA-EFF! AY-DUBYA-EFF! AY-DUBYA-EFF!
Taylor: There's your speed advantage.
Romano: No, Taylor. That's a momentum advantage. Which admittedly helps the faster competitors. But were the tables turned, it would favour Cross more than the average wrestler.
Julianna gets to her feet quickly. She turns to the fallen Cross and drops a knee on the small of his back quickly. As she does, Chris Card wanders around the ring and shouts out towards Julianna.
Chris Card: HEY! JULIANNA! HEY!
Del Marco turns to Card, then back to Recoba quickly.
Chris Card: HEY! JUUUULIAAAANA!
She attempts to block Chris Card heckling her out of her mind as she turns back to her opponent...
Chris Card: HEY! JULIANNA!
And lines up another knee drop...
Chris Card: WHY IS THE GODDESS OF WOMANHOOD BUILT LIKE A FIFTEEN YEAR OLD?
Crowd: OHHHHHHHHHH!
AND THAT DOES IT! Julianna turns towards the announce table with a face like thunder and strides over. Cross slowly gets to his feet. The Queen rears back her hand, channels all her energy and SLAPS THE TASTE OUT OF CHRIS CARD'S MOUTH. AND CARD GRINS.
Chris Card: SOY... UNA DISTRACCIÓN!
Julianna looks briefly confused, but Cross is right behind her and grabs her arm and slings Hela Incarnate towards the ring steps, which Del Marco hits with a crash. Cross stops and turns to his tag partner with a look of "What are you doing?" on his face but he turns back to JDM quckly and follows in with a running kick to Del Marco's exposed torso.
Taylor: What was that?
Romano: Strategy.
Taylor: I call that shenanigans.
Romano: Well planned shenanigans.
With a grasp of Del Marco's arm, Cross hauls his opponent up and slides her into the ring. The Fox hops from the ring apron to the top rope and waits for a dizzy Julianna to stand before leaping off with a Missile Dropkick. Not ceasing, Cross quickly grabs Julianna straight off the mat and shoves her into a standing head scissors. He jerks her up into a powerbomb position, extends JDM's arms out into a crucfix, tosses her upwards and back and snatches her out of the air into a neckbreaker. Cross covers...
ONE!
TWO!
T.. Del Marco kicks out.
Taylor: SOLO BLACK MONDAY!
Romano: So close to victory there. Cross is beginning to take control.
Cross looks focused rather than frustrated as he lifts The Goddess Of Womanhood up again. With a comfortably easy gutwrench, Cross hoists and inverts Julianna's body before dropping it shoulder first on his knee. Letting JDM naturally fall to a standing position, Recoba jumps in towards her, wrapping an arm around her neck before swinging his legs to switch his momentum in mid air and falling back first, driving the trapped Del Marco's face to the canvas. Recoba rolls Del Marco over and covers...
ONE!
TWO!
TH.. The Goddess kicks out!
Taylor: JUMPING REVERSE STO! THAT WAS SO CLOSE!
Romano: So close is nothing in this game. Winning is all that matters in this sport.
Taylor: What about the competitive spirit? Sportsmanship? Fair play?
Romano: All. That. Matters.
With Del Marco stunned, Recoba stands, throwing a couple of side footed boots to Julianna's back, working to soften up her spine. The Fox That Isn't Bloodied reaches down and drags JDM into a standing headscissors again. Cross looks out towards the crowd, turns the palm of his left hand face up and cuts the air with the ridge hand of his right.
Taylor: HE'S SIGNALLING FOR GARIBALDI'S GUILLOTINE!
Romano: OK if this hits, Julianna Del Marco is done. No one escapes the Guillotine.
Cross tries to lift his female opponent up into a piledriver position but Julianna uses her body control to wiggle her legs, shifting her weight around so Cross can't lift her. Frustrated Cross puts her down for a second before trying again. AGAIN Julianna kicks at the air franticly, making it as difficult a proposition as possible to lift her up. Cross puts her down again. He redoubles the strength of his grip and starts to lift her a third time... BUT JULIANNA DRIVES HER BODY FORWARDS AND COUNTERS CROSS BY BACKDROPPING HIM OVER HER HEAD!
Taylor: JULIANNA ESCAPES! WHAT A COUNTER!
Pumping her fists, Julianna Del Marco rushes the ropes, hopping easily over Cross' body on her first rebound and catching him as he stands with a crisp Yakuza Kick. With no loss of momentum The Goddess hits the ropes again, Cross staggering backwards from the flat of Del Marco's boot hitting him in the face. Julianna hits the ropes again and uses a step up to overcome her stature. kneeing Cross FIRMLY in the face.
Taylor: CODE BLUE! CODE BLUE!
Julianna covers...
ONE!
TWO!
THR... Cross kicks out.
With a fiendish look in her eyes, Julianna stands and punts away at Cross' shoulder, sharp strikes designed for maximum targetted damage. She backs off and lets Cross clamber to his feet before charging in for what she hopes will be the last time, jumping, grabbing Cross's head between her thighs and spinning round his body once in a satellite headscissors, then a second time into an armbar takedown. Julianna scissors the arm and tries to float over into her double armbar...
Taylor: THE CRACKED THRONE!
...CRASH! Chris Card throws a chair into the ring. Not at the competitors, but into the corner of the ring FURTHEST AWAY from them. The referee hears the clatter and goes over to check what the noise was before starting to clear the ring of the chair. Card, meanwhile slides underneath the bottom rope and, with his partner still having his hands clasped and The Cracked Throne not properly locked in, Card palms his signature pepper spray and gives Julianna Del Marco a faceful of the nasty chemical mixture.
Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Card gets out of the ring tout de suite as Del Marco desperately tries to clear her vision, dropping the grip of her hold. Cross' vision is utterly clear however as he throws a look of daggers at his tag partner. Cross sharply grabs one of Julianna's flailing arms, steps over and stylishly cradles her...
Taylor: La Magistral Cradle... No! Not like this!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
Jessie Love: The winner of this match, CROSS RECOOOOOBAAAAAAAAAA
Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
As his partner has his hand raised, Card slides back into the ring to raise Cross' other arm. Cross just slaps Card's hand away. Card gives him an arch look.
Taylor: Is there trouble brewing in the land of High Finance?
Card extends his hand to at least shake with Cross Recoba, congratulating him on his victory. Cross begins to extend his arm, wavers for a second and then... TURNS HIS BACK TO CHRIS CARD AND WALKS OUT OF THE RING IN THE OPPOSITE DIRECTION! He stops to jaw jack with the camera on his way up the entrance ramp.
Cross Recoba: You couldn't resist, could you Chris? You just couldn't resist.
Taylor: Well that leaves more questions than answers.
Romano: I don't know what's going on.
The cameras cut backstage to the private locker room of the ReVenants, who are all hanging out and discussing Neo's plans for the night.
Garcia: Just pick Copycat, you can stomp him into the mat easily! Moron probably can't even spell his own name.
Williams: Or Jordan Cassidy! I don't think that guy has ever won anything...
Neo nods patiently, carefully reviewing the advice of his friends. Then there's a knock at the door. All three ReVenants turn towards the door and pause, until another series of excited knocks come along. Rob Garcia is the one to stand up and go to the door, flinging it open.
Dillinger: Hello, boys.
Garcia's expression immediately drops and shifts into one closer to anger and he clenches a fist. He does not, in fact, like Seth Dillinger very much. Seth has the Prestige Title over his shoulder.
Dillinger: Whoa whoa whoa, Rob! I come in peace, I swear. I even brought a peace offering.
Seth produces a six pack of beer from behind his back, still sweating with condensation and cold.
Garcia: What do you want Seth?! Can’t you see I’ve lost my smile?!
Dillinger: Just a little gift from me to you three.
Garcia: Two beers a piece? Wow, so thoughtful. Not interested.
Rob goes to shut the door in Seth's face, but Keith holds up his hands.
Williams: I call dibs on Rob's two, then.
Rob rolls his eyes and turns to look at Neo.
Carner: Well, it is unorthodox, and Mr. Dillinger has been a thorn in our side, but... I say we hear him out.
Rob sighs and steps to the side, allowing Seth into the room. He sets the beers down on the bench near him.
Dillinger: Appreciate the hospitality. I just came to say good luck tonight, Neo, whoever you face.
Neo laughs and pokes back at Seth.
Carner: Care to be my opponent, Seth? We could put both our titles on the line... winner takes all!
Seth pretends to mull it over for a moment, but shakes his head.
Dillinger: Afraid I'll have to decline, my dude. I've already got to deal with Guillotina coming after my title. After he attacked me, I wanna put the little shitmuffin into the ground myself...
Neo nods.
Carner: That was quite rude of him.
Seth holds his hands up.
Dillinger: See? This guy gets it.
Williams is already popping open a beer and throwing it back. The room falls into a silence. Keith finishes his swig of beer and lets out a burp, addressing Seth.
Williams: So what's this peace offering about?
Dillinger: I know that I may have been... well, I might've been a tad hostile to you guys. Poked and prodded where I shouldn't have. You know... I guess like... this is me sorta... you know... yeah.
Seth trails off.
Williams: This is you what?
Garcia: Are you here to APOLOGIZE?
Carner: That's quite noble of you, Seth.
Seth shuffles in place.
Dillinger: Yeah I guess I just wanna say... I'm s--
He stops, seemingly moved by invisible force, unable to finish the sentence.
Dillinger: I'm so-- sor-- sorr--
He gags a bit. Then lowers his voice.
Dillinger: I'm sorry.
Neo holds a hand to his ear.
Carner: What was that, friend? Don't think I caught that.
Rob and Keith both have grins on their face as Seth stews in his spot and sighs.
Dillinger: I'M SORRY!
All three ReVenants look satisfied and are grinning.
Williams: Well that's just great to hear Seth.
Dillinger: I just wanted us to start off again. On the right foot this time. I think between the four of us... maybe something special could be brewing.
Keith raises a beer.
Williams: Heh. Brewing.
Garcia doesn't look pleased.
Garcia: What makes you think we'd let you be a ReVenant after all the shit you've pulled?
Seth holds up two hands.
Dillinger: Oh no, no no, nothing like that. I wouldn't dare take that name, that's all your thing. I'm just saying an... alliance... between four bros... could be useful to all of us.
Seth claps Neo on the shoulder.
Dillinger: Having more people watching your back is never a bad thing, right?
Neo looks up at Seth and takes it all in. He glances over at Keith and Rob, who both look uncertain.
Carner: If you don't mind, Seth, I think we three need to talk. Nothing personal, of course.
Seth immediately steps back with a smile.
Dillinger: Absolutely! Take all the time you need. Just wanted to... drop a friendly hello.
Seth graciously backs out of the room, leaving all three ReVenants looking confused.
"Super Dragon's here and I'm ready for a fight!" is heard before "Kung Fu Fighting" plays and Little Dragon appears and storms ringside. He reaches the ring and leaps over the top rope Luchador style and forward rolls to his feet in a dragon stance.
Taylor: And here is Super Dragon, Dynamo Dragon, Little Dragon of all-
Romano: For God’s sake, just call him Xiaolong!
Taylor: Anyways… coming after a passionate showing from this year’s Fired Up, he may have not won- But there’s a spark in his eye. He seems ready to get right back on track!
Romano: I have to agree, I’m eager to see what he has to bring tonight.
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!"
Taylor: Leon Skies hasn’t been having exactly the easiest run here in AWF.
Romano: It’s been rocky at best, but the kid shows heart every time he’s in the ring. He shows potential- and tonight is a chance for him to realize that potential.
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.
The two wrestlers step away from each other and back into the opposite corners as the referee steps into the middle, reminding both of the rules. Both have a determined expression on their face as they nod, and the ref signals for the match to begin.
Singles Match
Xialong vs. Leon Skies
DING! DING! DING!
The two waste no time moving in toward each other carefully, reaching out their arms for a test of strength. Xiaolong with the five-pound weight advantage begins to send Skies back towards the turnbuckles, but Skies swiftly sidesteps and gets Xiaolong into a waistlock! The two struggle as Xiaolong tries to pry Skies’ arms from around his abdomen. As he does so, he manages to slip behind Skies while maintaining control of the younger wrestler’s right- pulling into a hammerlock! Skies grits his teeth and begins pushing him back against the ropes! The referee calls for a clean rope break! Xiaolong obliges and lets go, raising his hands as Skies warily backs away back into the middle of the ring. Xiaolong steps forward and offers a handshake.
Taylor: The match has started with a pretty technical showing from both men!
Romano: Not only that, but it’s rare to see a match so far be so… respectful.
Skies looks down at the Dragon’s hand and slowly reaches out- SKIES THEN QUICKLY TURNS AND PERFORMS A WHEELBARROW ON XIAOLONG, CAUSING HIM TO LAND ON HIS BACK AND HOOKING BOTH OF THE DRAGON’S LEGS IN A SITOUT POSITION! THE REF DROPS TO COUNT!
Taylor: VICTORY ROLL!
Romano: I stand corrected!
ONE!
TW- KICKOUT! Xiaolong powers out and quickly rolls back to his feet! Skies stands with a cheeky grin and then swings a picture-perfect roundhouse kick- Xiaolong dodges and sends Skies on his back with a Japanese armdrag! Skies gets up and is met with ANOTHER! Then ANOTHER- BUT QUICKLY TRANSITIONED INTO AN ARMBAR! SKIES ATTEMPTS TO FREE HIMSELF BUT XIAOLONG TIGHTENS THE HOLD!
Taylor: Xiaolong using his speed to his advantage, already trying to work on Skies’ arm to the best of his ability!
Romano: There’s no way the kid is gonna tap this early!
Skies manages to roll himself over, forcing Xiaolong onto his back into a textbook rollup! The referee drops to count again!
ONE!- Xiaolong quickly scrambles out of the pin once more- but this time is met with a JUMPING KNEE THAT CONNECTS RIGHT WITH HIS JAW! XIAOLONG GOES DOWN, OUT LIKE A LIGHT!
Taylor: WELL PLACED PRECISION BY SKIES- WHAT A HIGH KNEE!
Romano: I think Xiaolong’s jaw might be fractured! Someone go check if he lost a tooth!
Super Dragon lays sprawled out in the middle of the ring. Skies looks towards the ropes and runs toward them- He jumps onto the middle rope, grabbing the top rope with his hands- using the momentum, he springboards back off performing a BACKFLIP- SPRINGBOARD MOONSAULT ONTO XIAOLONG! ALL 220 POUNDS CRASHING DOWN ON THE MASKED WRESTLER’S CHEST!
Taylor: SKIES-SAULT!
Romano: He isn’t going for the pin!
Skies stands, getting off of Xiaolong while raising him up from behind. He pulls him into backdrop position and lifts him up!
Taylor: OH, HE’S GOING FOR THE MILE HIGH BOMB!
SKIES SPINS AROUND WITH MOMENTUM, ABOUT TO SEND XIAOLONG DOWN FOR THE BLUE THUNDER BOMB- BUT XIAOLONG MANAGES TO TWIST HIMSELF OUT OF THE BACKDROP WHILE WRAPPING AN ARM AROUND SKIES’ NECK, SWINGING FOR A MID-AIR SLINGBLADE- SKIES GOES CRASHING DOWN ON THE BACK OF HIS HEAD!
Taylor: SLINGBADE COUNTER!
Romano: GREAT AWARENESS BY XIAOLONG!
Xiaolong lays tiredly on the mat, beginning to stand as Skies holds his head from the impact- in pain. They both start getting up and before Skies is able to realize- HE GETS MET WITH A JUMPING SPINNING HOOK KICK TO THE SIDE OF THE FACE! SKIES GOES LIMP BACK ONTO THE MAT!
Taylor: SPINNING HEEL KICK BY XIAOLONG!
Romano: HE’S HEADING TO THE TOP ROPE!
Xiaolong looks down at his unmoving opponent before going in between the ropes onto the apron. He begins climbing to the top rope, anticipating Skies to get up- which he does! Skies stands in a complete daze with his back turned towards the Dragon! XIAOLONG DIVES IN, BOTH KNEES FIRST AND HITS SKIES WITH THE DIVING BACKSTABBER- THE IMPACT SENDING HIM RECOILING OFF OF XIAOLONG’S KNEES FACE FIRST INTO THE MAT!
Taylor: DSD!
Romano: That’s it!
Xiaolong quickly rolls him over and hooks a leg! The referee counts!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
DING! DING! DING!
Jessie Love: Aaaaand your winner isss… XIAOLLOOONNGGG!
Xiaolong gets up as the referee raises his hand.
Taylor: What a showing by Xiaolong!
Romano: Skies tried his best, but Little Dragon or whatever nickname he goes by was just one step ahead.
Taylor: We could possibly be witnessing a comeback for the Dragon! I can’t wait to see what’s in store!
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The cameras cut to the ring, where a table has been set up with a large folder and a contract with a pen. Commissioner Jackson Steele is in the ring with a microphone.
Steele: Ladies and gentlemen… in two weeks, we will be hosting AWF Fright Night, in conjunction with XHF End of Days. At the conclusion of Fired Up, Guillotina made his intentions known that he will be cashing in his carte blanche title shot on Seth Dillinger, and that match will be happening at that event.
The limited crowd cheers at the match announcement.
Steele: As such, we’re going to get this contract signed to make this match official. And another--
AW, FUCK YOUR HEADPHONES!!
Seth Dillinger strolls out onto the ramp wearing sunglasses with the Prestige Title over his shoulder. Immediately the crowd starts to BOOOOOO vociferously, making the arena sound more full than it is. Seth raises an eyebrow and shrugs, then heads down to the ring. He walks past Steele, ignoring him, and taking a microphone from a ring attendant.
Dillinger: Jackson, thank you for that long-winded introduction. I think the people would rather hear from their CHAMPION, if you don’t mind.
The crowd lets out a chorus of jeers to let Seth know… he’s incorrect.
Taylor: Long-winded? He barely got to talk!
Romano: Quiet, Taylor. The champ is speaking.
Seth lets the boos die out completely and raises the microphone to speak.
Dillinger: You know, I think I preferred the pandemic rules. Without a crowd, we were so much more efficient at getting things done around here.
On cue, the crowd boils over into a round of boos again. Seth once again waits them out, looking down at his smartwatch and tapping it a few times to check the time.
Dillinger: I did what nobody has ever done before. I’m the FIRST three time Prestige Champion. I’m STILL the longest reigning Prestige Champion. I’m the FIRST person to win Fired Up… AND the FIRST person to do it twice. I could just retire right now and walk away and nobody would ever hold a candle to my career.
Crowd: NA NA NA NA… NA NA NA NA… HEY HEY HEY… GOOOOODBYE!
Seth smirks at the audience.
Dillinger: That’s what you all want, isn’t it? I can lay down this title, collect my retirement, and go fuck off somewhere where none of you have to hear from me again. Then Guillotina can come out and wrestle his AI dildobot or whatever-the-hell and be the champion, is that what you want?
The crowd erupts into cheers now.
Taylor: They really want him to just go away!
Seth shakes his head.
Dillinger: Well TOO BAD, because I am not going anywhere. I do have to say, Jackson… it’s highly unorthodox to force me to defend my title only two shows after I won it. I mean, geez, this thing has a 60-day defense rule, doesn’t it? I had planned to go on vacation for a bit, maybe somewhere exotic. I hear Belize might be nice this time of year.
Taylor: Isn’t Belize horrible to visit this time of year?
Romano: What are you now, a meteorologist?
Steele: Seth, Guillotina is cashing in his title shot. Anywhere, any time. Those are the rules. You don’t have to like them, because I don’t need your approval to book this match.
Seth glances down at the document on the table, then back up at Steele.
Dillinger: Ah… but you do need my signature.
Seth flashes Steele a shit-eating grin.
Dillinger: However… in the spirit of keeping the Prestige Title… well, prestigious… I’ll agree to your silly little match. But there is one little condition I’d like to add in, if my opponent is so inclined.
Immediately, “I’m On Another Level” by Tommee Profitt hits. The crowd erupts into cheers as Guillotina walks out at the top of the ramp, staring down Dillinger. He plays up for the crowd for a moment before walking down to the ring and taking a microphone from Jackson Steele.
Guillotina: Thank you Steele. You know what’s funny Seth? That while I was looking at you on my iPhone on my way here, the mark of my foot was still all over your big grin. Heck! People can see it too, can you see it everyone!?
Crowd: YAAAAAAH!
Seth squirms a bit, clenching his jaw. Guillotina chuckles and continues.
Guillotina: Yo, the foot mark is still so deep that you’ll need to tattoo your face to cover it up!
Guillotina laughs briefly.
Guillotina: You had it coming! You cheated your way to a victory. Maverick should be the one signing this contract right now, not you.
Seth holds up his hands.
Dillinger: Cheated? I didn’t cheat. I played fair from bell-to-bell. Go rewatch the tapes.
Guillotina shakes his head.
Guillotina: Who are you trying to fool? We ALL saw you brutally attack Maverick before your match. You’re too cowardly to face him, and you had the audacity to grin afterwards and act like you’ve accomplished something. If you had built a legacy, you destroyed it! You now place as low as that good for nothing Rob García in my book!
Dillinger: Please, Maverick was never going to beat me. Never has. Never will. He doesn’t have it in him. Just like you.
Guillotina: Girl please…Maverick and I are ten times the fighters you will ever be. Ever since I joined the AWF ranks, you’ve only accomplished one clean win and that is a tag team match where I pinned our opponents for the win. You can’t compare to us, you can’t compare to the Future Changer! Odds Beater! Nutless Nut Smasher! Kick-to-the-Face Tattoo Artist! The BITCH Brander!
Crowd: OOOOOOOF!!
Dillinger takes off his sunglasses and glares at Guillotina.
Dillinger: You want to take a shot at my title even after you lost Fired Up? Fine. But I just want to make it interesting. FOR THE FANS, of course.
Guillotina raises an eyebrow.
Guillotina: Go on.
Seth paces the ring for a moment.
Dillinger: Well, we want a spectacle, don’t we? And you seem to be such a fan of sneak attacking people and laying them out outside of the ring, based on your unwarranted assault on me at Fired Up.
Guillotina doesn’t react. He’s ignoring Seth’s bullshit.
Dillinger: So how about… Seth Dillinger and Guillotina. Fright Night. FALLS. COUNT. ANYWHERE.
Guillotina nods his head and slowly smiles. He doesn’t respond, he simply sets the microphone down, picks up the pen, and signs the paper, then looks up at Seth, lifting the microphone back up.
Guillotina: At Fright Night, after I take the Prestige title from you, you’ll remember this day as the beginning of your fall, you’ll remember the man who kicked your teeth in and knocked you out cold, leaving you completely tore up with many days of recovery ahead of you! And that one next day after our match when you open your eyes you WILL also realize that you never had a chance! BECAUSE
Crowd: I’M ON ANOTHER LEVEL!!
He turns to leave the ring as Seth scribbles his name down on the contract as well. Guillotina smiles and Seth looks annoyed, running a hand through his hair. “I’m On Another Level” hits as Guillotina backs up the ramp and leaves Dillinger in the ring with Steele.
IN TWO WEEKS...
ASCENSION WRESTLING FEDERATION PRESENTS...
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 as he slaps the XHF Phoenix Title with both of his hands clamoring about how it's his.
Taylor: Neo James Carner shocked the world not once but twice in toppling Aiden Merric for his two title reigns.
Romano: Neo has done everything in his power to convince everyone that he's a champion that deserves respect but his demeanor and disrespect have rubbed some folk the wrong way.
NJC 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. The camera pans around Neo as he gestures down to his title.
Taylor: And that's what it's all about here tonight ladies and gentlemen. The XHF Phoenix Championship.
Romano: Who has Neo chosen to be his opponent!? Will he choose more than one opponent!?
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. Neo pulls off his Phoenix Title from his waist and hoists it above his head. Neo saunters to the ropes and demands a microphone.
NJC: "You wanted a main event and HERE I am! The only man who could be trusted with such a task stands before you moments away from announcing a Pay-Per View Quality match! I'm sure Commish Steele is going to be flabbergasted and then decide to allow me to make matches every week! Because I'm a genius!"
Romano: "Who do you think it could be!? We saw Neo interacting with Seth earlier, thinking it could be a ploy!?"
NJC: "Now, to assist my viewers at home I've paid the production truck to feed in some crowd reactions so you the viewers at home know EXACTLY how to behave when I make this announcement. Because cattle like you need to be told!"
Taylor: "I don't know how I feel about this."
Neo slowly saunters up and down the ring as he looks around the empty arena.
NJC: "Tonight, Neo James Carner will be defending his GLORIOUS XHF Phoenix Championship in a triple threat match!"
Romano: "Whoa! Neo stacking the odds against himself here!"
Taylor: "I don't think I like where this is going at all!"
NJC: "And my opponents will be….THE REVENANTS!"
Neo makes a signal and then the roar of cheers begins to play over the PA speaker. Neo looks like he just announced he found the cure for world hunger as piped in chants begin to pour from the speakers.
REVENANTS! REVENANTS! REVENANTS! REVENANTS!
🎶HARD🎶 by Tay-K and BloccBoy JB erupts over the sound system throughout the arena and a roar of piped in cheers and applause explodes from the fake crowd.
Romano: "This is a stroke of brilliance from Neo!"
Taylor: "Something fishy is going on here!"
Romano: "You sure you don't smell Keith's fingers nearby?"
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.
NJC: "Making his way down to the ring! Accompanied by a better manager than Eddie Walker, Jeff Noon! Weighing in at a lean mean two hundred and forty FOUR POUNDS! Quite possibly the smartest man in the AWF locker room! The brawn with brains, the untouchable KING of all things EXTREME! ROOOOOOOBBBBBBBBBBBBB GAAAARCIAAAAA!"
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. Neo shakes hands with Jeff and then with Rob. The three congregate for a second when Keith Williams' music hits and the canned applause and cheers hit along with it.
Romano: "The ReVenants have hi-jacked our main event!"
Taylor: "Are we sure they're going to do the right thing here tonight!?"
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.
NJC: "Making his way seductively down to the ring! The heaviest ReV, weighing in at a dedicated two hundred and sixty three pounds of lust! The ONLY Around The Clock Champion that's ever mattered! The Paragon Of Sleaze, The Wizard of G-Spots! The one, the only, KEEEEEEEIIIITTTHHHH WILLIAMS!!!"
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. Keith joins up with his fellow ReVs as they exchange handshakes and pleasantries as a pre-recorded "ReVenants" fills the airspace at a deafening level. Neo cocks his elbow up as he brings the microphone up to his lips.
NJC: "Standing already in the ring, weighing in at two hundred and fifty pounds thanks to the power of cheeseburgers! He is your residence of a malevolent presence, your maestro of a million moves! He is your CURRENT reigning, defending, undisputed never in doubt XHF PHOENIX CHAMPION! His name, and I cannot emphasize this enough is, NEOOOOOOOO JAAAAAAMESSSS CARRRNERRR!!!!!!"
Neo belts out in a strong bellow on the mic as he throws his arms up after a sea of canned cheers. The speaker systems full of adoration and clapping adoration for the champ. Neo can't help but let a cocky sneer smear across his lips. The referee enters the ring and Neo hands the championship title over reluctantly, demanding the referee take good care of it. The three men take to a corner as Jeff Noon slowly exits the ring. Neo, Rob and Keith all exchange determined looks as the referee holds the title high above his head.
Taylor: "We've said it before but that's what it's all about ladies and gentlemen! No canned cheers, no self indulgent introductions, it's all about the title here tonight!"
Romano: "I don't know what to expect here and that's got me excited!"
The referee hands the title to the timekeeper and then signals for the bell.
XHF Phoenix Championship
Neo James Carner vs. ???
Romano: "And here we go ladies and gentlemen!"
Neo James Carner, Keith Williams and Rob Garcia all circle one another in the center of the ring as the jaws start moving and the trash talking has already begun. Not a single punch is thrown as the three men seemed to be sizing each other up!
Taylor: "Nobody's thrown a punch yet."
Romano: "Maybe they're playing mind games!"
Neo reels back with one arm and looks ready to swing as he throws a hand forward and makes a flat palm gesture in front of the two. Keith and Rob look one another up and down and then Neo. They all nod in unison as they all start making hand gestures and then start shaking their hands up and down.
Romano: "Wait...what is going on here?"
Taylor: "Are they playing Rock Paper Scissors!?"
Indeed they are as they all throw down a hand gesture in unison, a three way tie as all three men pick rock.
Romano: "They all picked rock! A tie!"
Taylor: "Shouldn't they be...I dunno, wrestling!?"
Romano: "Maybe they're deciding who gets to strike first!?"
All three men get in an uproar over the tie as they all demand a redo. They huddle up, screaming about rock paper scissors and then when they shoot it's another tie! All paper! The three men start stomping around like they're trying to decide the fate of the world here.
Romano: "BAH GAWD TAYLOR! Another tie! They're not breaking the tension in half here!"
Taylor: "For the love of God, start the match! Start the damn match, I can't watch this anymore!"
Neo starts slapping the side of his temple with his index finger to show he's got something up his sleeve. Keith gives his palm a big ol' lick while Rob discusses strategy with Jeff Noon.
Taylor: "These men are making a mockery out of the Phoenix Title here tonight."
Romano: "The match hasn't even started, they're just warming up!"
The three men meet up in the middle yet again as they all yell in unison. "ROCK PAPER SCISSORS SHOOT!"
Romano: "Oh no! Keith Williams picked Rock! Rob and Neo have Paper!"
Keith Williams eyes are wide with shock as Rob mouths the words "I'm sorry, I love you." Keith Williams then somehow blasts off his feet into the nearby corner smashing his own head into the turnbuckle and does a cartwheel into a back bump.
Romano: "Oh no! Something has caused Keith Williams to come down with a case of invisible explosions! He's crashed and burned into the canvas! You think Rob and Neo are just that fast they can hit him faster than our naked eye can detect?"
Taylor: "Are you on The ReVenant payroll!? Tell me you can't see what's going on here!?"
Neo and Rob circle each other in the center of the ring. Neo chortling as Rob looks to be all guts and determination. The two men stomp their feet as if they're powering up and summoning power from the Gods of the sacred sport of Rock Paper Scissors. They both chant the words and shoot their hand gestures at one another. Neo with paper, Rob Garcia with Scissors! Rob throws the ReV "V" hand symbol high above as Neo seems to catch a case of invisible explosions and he goes flying backwards into the ropes like he was shot out of a catapult. Neo hits the ropes and comes running back towards Rob to eat a BIG BOOT right to the mush! Neo staggers about like a drunkard and then does a complete 450 corkscrew spin into a front bump right in the center of the ring. Rob grips the side of his head like it's the most shocking thing imaginable. Rob looks around the empty arena as piped in cheers start coming in chanting OVER and OVER.
ROB GARCIA CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP
ROB GARCIA CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP
Rob starts hulking his arms up then down, shimmying them up and down as the monotone chants fill the electricity in the air as the tenacity to overcome surges through Rob Garcia. Rob rushes the ropes bouncing off to hit a regular leg drop, dropping the leg across the throat of a prone unmoving Carner.
Romano: "That's Rob Garcia's patented move! The "Just too crazy and out of control for anyone else to ever try!" HE DID IT! HE ACTUALLY HIT IT!"
Taylor: "It's a damn LEG DROP!"
Rob Garcia collapses to his knees in exhaustion, covering Neo with both legs hooked! Keith Williams begins to stir as he drags his carcass around the ring like he's endured the worst amount of damage!
Romano: OH MY GOD! ROB HAS HIM COVERED!"
ONE
Taylor: "NOT LIKE THIS!"
KEITH IS INCHES AWAY!
TWO
KEITH SUCCUMBS TO HIS INJURIES!
THREE!
Jeff Noon quickly grabs a microphone and the XHF Phoenix Title as he swings himself into the ring and hands Rob the title. Jeff starts braying on the microphone.
Jeff: "YOUR WINNER! AND NEWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW XHF PHOENIX CHAMPION! ROBBBBB GAAAAARRRRRCIAAAA!"
Taylor: "THIS IS AN OUTRAGE! They've made a mockery of this match! Of the championship!"
Jeff Noon appears at the commentator booth and hands Romano a big sack of money as evidenced by the big dollar signs on the front of the burlap sack. Romano takes it as Jeff barks out "Say the line!" Taylor looks absolutely disgusted at this business exchange.
Romano: "THE BOYHOOD DREAM OF ROB GARCIA HAS COME TRUE! HE'S FOUND HIS SMILE! ROB GARCIA HAS THE GOLD! THE GOLD IS STILL WITH THE REVENANTS! ROB GARCIA OF THE REVENANTS IS YOUR NEW XHF PHOENIX CHAMPION!"
Taylor: "How much did they pay you to scream that!"
Neo James Carner and Keith Williams miraculously recover from their self bumping wounds and begin to celebrate with Rob Garcia over his title win. Gold plated bottles of Ace Of Spades Champagne fill their hands. Soon they're popping corks and cheering wildly as piped in ReVenants applause and cheers play alongside Rob Garcia's entrance theme.
Taylor: I can't believe what we just witnessed. A complete disrespecting of the title!
Romano: The ReVenants found a loophole to keep the title among family, and that's exactly what they did.
Taylor: This means at Fright Night, Dakota Jennings will be facing off against Neo James Carner for her US Title!
Romano: Coming hot off the heels of a run in the End of Days tournament, will she have the moxie to fend off her challenger?
Taylor: And that's not to mention the Falls Count Anywhere match between Seth and Guillotina!
Romano: I'm sure there's plenty more to come... Fright Night is just around the corner! We'll see you there, folks!
