XHF NETWORK AND AWF PRESENT: END OF DAYS WEEK 4

[Dylan]

The XHF Network, in association with Ascension Wrestling Federation, Proudly Presents: End of Days Week 4



Date: October 18th, 2020
New Davao Matina Gallery, Davao City, Mindanao Island, The Philippines
Capacity: 1000
Attendance: 334 (Masks required)

Taylor: Welcome folks, to Fright Night! We have a packed night here on the shared End of Days Night 4! 
Romano: On the XHF side of things, we have the semi-finals of the End of Days Tournaments! Dakota Jennings and Adam Sanders, both representing AWF, are taking on Brad Swann and Pepe Morales respectively! Go team!
Taylor: We also have the Tag Team Annihilator finals, as The Purple Emperors face off against Top of the Class in a submission match! All four are expert submission technicians, but only one team can make it to the tag team championship match next week!
Romano: Don't forget the 3rd place match featuring the ReVenants and Team NPW. The winning team will have enough points to challenge for the tag titles, along with the winners and losers tonight! That's three superstar teams gunning for Dodo-A-Gogo, watch out!
Taylor: That's sure to keep butts in seats! On the AWF side, we're super stacked! Two championship matches grace the card, as Dakota Jennings defends her US Championship against former Phoenix Champion Neo James Carter! Both are pulling double duty, mad respect to them! In the main event though, Fired Up winner Seth Dillinger defends the Prestige Championship against Carte Blanche Battle Royale winner Guillotina! I for one, cannot wait!
Romano: And that's not all. 5 other exciting showcase matches grace the undercard. Enough talk, let's get the show on the road!

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Jessie Love: The following is a triple threat match scheduled for one fall. Entering first ... XIAOLONG!

"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 tp his feet in a dragon stance.

Jessie Love: Entering next ... JORDAN CASSIDY!

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, but he can always hope!)

Jessie Love: And their opponent, "The Prophesier" SYLVESTER CALVIN!

Stryper's "For God and Rock and Roll" hits the speakers as the sound of a Harley revs up. Sylvester Calvin drives onto the stage but leaves his bike there as the journey to the ring here in the Galleria is short as hell. He rolls into the ring.

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Three Way Dance
Sylvester Calvin vs Jordan Cassidy vs Xiaolong

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Romano: This isn’t just your normal triple-threat match, this is an opportunity for all three competitors to showcase their abilities in front of the best talent on the XHF Network!
Taylor: Did you find, in your career, the added pressure helped or hindered your game?
Romano: I thrived on the pressure but consistency and keeping a clear head will be vital to all three wrestlers!

The referee seems happy with his pre-match checks and signals to the time-keeper to ring the bell as the triple-threat gets underway. Both Cassidy and Xiaolong turn their attention to Calvin, the largest competitor holding an entire foot advantage on Little Dragon and more so for Jordan.

Taylor: Calvin’s size is sure to play a factor tonight…
Romano: We’ve seen Xiaolong take down bigger men than himself but a win in this match tonight would put him right back into the conversation around the XHF’s Phoenix title.

Cassidy blinks first and charges towards the Prophesizer, Calvin takes turns into the run and sends Jordan to the floor with a side-elbow to the temple of his opponent. Xiaolong catches Calvin as he steps through with the elbow and uses the momentum to feed into a series of high kicks to the skull of the big man.

Taylor: Cassidy rushed in a little too eagerly, Little Dragon’s pause may pay off.

The kicks are rocking him but none look likely to take him down, Xiaolong changes tact and steps back. Calvin sees an opportunity but the lifting leg is caught...DRAGON SCREW!!

Romano: Great counter-offense from the young man from Hong Kong!

Allowing no time for Calvin to recover, Xiaolong launches himself into a front-dropkick to the seated man which puts Sylvester on his back. Cassidy is back to his feet and quickly drops an elbow on Calvin.

Taylor: It looks like an alliance, albeit a temporary one, has been made between Cassidy and Xiaolong!
Romano: In the short-term, it’s a great strategy but whoever breaks the pact first and at the right time is going to benefit!

The alliance continues as Little Dragon starts to put the boots into the head of Calvin whilst Cassidy focuses his attack on the midsection of the Prophesier.

Taylor: It looks like the pact has been broken!

Xiaolong takes to the ropes...A ROARING ELBOW LEVELS CASSIDY!

Romano: He’s only going to have the time that Calvin remains stunned to make this count!

Sensing an opportunity, Xiaolong stays on Cassidy who has staggered to his feet. He grabs a leg and delivers another Dragon Screw, this time though he keeps a hold of the leg...ANKLE LOCK!
Taylor: Textbook move from Little Dragon!

Cassidy is in the middle of the ring and looks to be in dire straits, Xiaolong holds on to the ankle, wrenching it to the verge of breaking point.

Romano: He’s placed his foe in no man’s land and Cassidy finds himself in trouble!

Jordan looks to try and better his position but finds his options slim, a smile breaks out across Little Dragon’s face but only momentarily…

Taylor: Could this be it?

CALVIN COMES OFF THE ROPES AND NAILS A SUPERMAN PUNCH TO THE FACE OF XIAOLONG!!

Romano: What a way to announce your return to the action of the match!
Taylor: Little Dragon just saw victory snatched from his grasp!

Cassidy wastes no time to get to the ropes and out of the way of his two opponents.

Romano: Smart move, buddy.

Calvin continues to use his size to his advantage, cutting the ring in half and trapping Xiaolong against the ropes. He drags his opponent to his feet and delivers a headbutt that stuns the smaller man, dropping him to a knee.

Taylor: Calvin is working that power and size advantage tonight!
Romano: Both men are explosive in two different ways but right now, Calvin is looking like he may have the measure in this encounter.

Pushing his opponent against the ropes, Calvin rears back and unleashes an open-handed thrust to the chin of the smaller man sending his arms over the ropes. Winding up once more and the result is the same from the powerful open-handed strike. Changing his approach slightly, Calvin takes a step back before leaping forward with a lariat that sends Xiaolong clean to the floor!

Taylor: That could prove costly to Xialong’s chances!

With one opponent in hand, the big man turns his attention to Cassidy. Jordan, not wanting to back down, steps towards him and unleashes a solid right hand, Calvin remains unfazed and remains so when an overhand left follows. Cassidy goes back to the well but this time Calvin traps the right hand, the same thing happens with the left...A SERIES OF SICKENING HEADBUTTS LEAVE CASSIDY STANDING ONLY ON THE INTERVENTION OF CALVIN!

Romano: He smells blood..

Cassidy is whipped to the ropes….TILT-A-WHIRL BACKBREAKER!!

Taylor: We’ve seen him use that move to set-up the end of countless matches!

Knowing victory is within his grasp, Calvin leaves the prone body of Cassidy across his knee for a second as he works out his next move. HE DRAGS UP HIS OPPONENT AND APPLIES A MANDIBLE CLAW!!

Romano: Mandible Claw!
Taylor: I don’t think Cassidy is aware of where he is right now...

The referee is quick to check on Jordan but before he can get an answer XIAOLONG CONNECTS WITH A ROARING BICYCLE KICK OFF THE ROPES!

Taylor: If he’d have left it even a second longer to connect with that kick it’d been too late, Cassidy is out!
Romano: Has he stopped the threat or just delayed it?

Breaking the hold and showing more than a little sign of annoyance, Calvin goes to grab Little Dragon but the smaller man uses his agility to avoid him, leaving a quick head kick to the temple as a receipt. Calvin charges and looks for a huge lariat but XIAOLONG AVOIDS HIM ONCE MORE AND SPRINGS TO THE TOP TURNBUCKLE...BACKSTABBER!!

Taylor: DSD! DSD!!

Little Dragon covers his opponent, hooking the leg with his arm and using his other leg to pin down the other leg of his opponent.

Romano: Making sure he’s got the big man tied up, smart move...

ONE…

TWO…

THREE…

Jessie Love: The winner of this match ... XIAOLONG!!

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Jessie Love: The following match is scheduled for One Fall. Entering first ... are you serious? Wait really that's his name? Ugh ok ... CHEEZ!

"Richard Allen George...No, It’s Just Cheez" by Less Than Jake hits the arena speakers as Cheez runs to the ring and then slides in panting for breath. He stands straight and strikes a crane style fighting pose and nearly falls over. He waits for his opponent.

Jessie Love: And his opponent ... you must be ... am I being punk'd? WHAT DO YOU MEAN NO ... ok ok ... BOB THE BUILDER!

The remixed Bob the Builder theme hits the arena and Bob comes out with his smaller construction equipment as he rides to the ring on Dizzy. He waves Maxwell around, making Maxwell quite sick. Maxwell starts throwing up as he's waved around and Bob gets into the ring.

Romano: Are you serious? He is Bob the Builder? Like from...
Taylor: Yes, from the television program.
Romano: Well, he’s going to be facing… his name is Cheez?
Taylor: It’s just name when he streams so he’s making it his ring name as well.
Romano: Oh Christ, just ring the bell…

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Singles Match
Cheez vs. Bob The Builder

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DING DING DING

The much smaller Cheez leaps off the middle rope and strikes the giant construction worker with a flying forearm, but it only makes Bob stumble a bit. One he tries this again, Bob with an elbow to Cheez’s midsection in mid air.

Romano: Just look at the size difference between these two!!
Taylor: Cheez is 173 pounds. Bob on the other hand is 420 pounds.
Romano: 420? That a weed joke or something?

Bob the Builder lifts Cheez high up in the air and tosses him to the outside and into the barricade. The limited capacity fans gasp at the sight. Steve Tyrell starts the count out.

ONE!!

Romano: What power!
Taylor: He might be goofy, but he’s got something going for him in the power department.
Romano: Well, he works with the power department when he’s building houses, right?
Taylor: That’s a joke I’m sure the fans expected me to make and not you.

TWO!!

THREE!!

Bob steps outside the ring, prepared to attack more and resetting the count out but Cheez is able to run along the barricade and unloads a dropkick that finally takes Bob the Builder off his feet. Both men are down!

ONE!!

TWO!!

Romano: And there a turning of the tide!
Taylor: The dropkick finally took down the big man!

THREE!!

FOUR!!

Romano: Cheez is getting up.
Taylor: Bob is a bit slower but getting there.

FIVE!!

Cheez rolls back into the ring. Bob the Builder is still on the outside, beginning to look at Dizzy and Maxwell.

Romano: What are you doing, Bob?
Taylor: I think he’s talking to his tools!

SIX!!

SEVEN!!

Cheez is standing in the ring, wondering if he’s gonna win via count out. Eventually, Dizzy tells Bob that he’s about to lose by count out if he doesn’t get back into the ring. Bob listens to Dizzy and gets back into the ring, but that results in Cheez stomping a mudhole. Despite the huge size differential, Cheez is able to pull off a snapmare, sending Bob the Builder over his shoulder and down to the mat.

Taylor: And Cheez now has the advantage!
Romano: God, I never thought I’d hear a sentence like that in my career.
Taylor: Bound to happen one day.

Cheez, knowing he needs to use big moves to take down the big man, climbs the top rope and lands a poisonrana on Bob the Builder once Bob got back on his feet.

Taylor: And poisonrana from Cheez puts the match in his favor!!
Romano: He drilled Bob’s head to the MAT!!
Taylor: Cover!!

ONE!!

TWO!!

THR...NO!!

Bob the Builder is able to kick out at the count of two! Cheez swings his arms in the air and points at his head to signal what could be the end of the match.

Taylor: I think Cheez wants to go with the Cheddar Header!
Romano: I mean, he is from Wisconsin.

Cheez climbs the top rope and leaps for his finishing diving headbutt… BUT BOB MOVES OUT OF THE WAY!!

Taylor: And Bob decides that he wants none of that Cheddar!!
Romano: I think he said he’s lactose intolerant.

Bob pulls himself up and locks in a sleeper hold, but Cheez is able to get his foot on the bottom rope to force him to let go. Cheez goes for a dropkick to Bob’s knees to try to take him down, but only puts the giant onto his knees. In response, Bob the Builder flings pocket sand into the eyes of the streamer!

Taylor: And there goes the Jeff Noon playbook from his match against Eddie Walker!
Romano: Hey, Cheez needs his eyes for his streaming career too!!

Bob grabs Maxwell and holds him in the air, causing the hammer to feel quite nauseous. He swings him around before delivering a blow to Cheez’s head, with Maxwell exerting everything in his stomach shortly after.

Taylor: Ewwwwwwwww
Romano: Well, he got the Maxwell’s Silver Hammer. And now Maxwell’s Silver Hammer is spewing all over the mat. We’re gonna need a cleanup crew after this.
Taylor: Bob with the cover. Ugh…

ONE!!

TWO!!

THREE!!

DING DING DING!!

Jessie Love: Here is your winner… BOB THE BUILDER!!

Bob begins to tend to his sickly tool as his theme blares on the speakers.

Taylor: This was… a match, that’s for sure.
Romano: Cheez didn’t look half bad when you consider what he was up against.
Taylor: Agreed. He tried his hardest to overcome a massive size advantage and it did take pocket sand and a hammer strike to put him down.
Romano: Now let’s get some custodial work out here before we have to go to our next match.

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Jessie Love: The following contest is an All the Fish match and is for third place in the Tag Team Annihilator tournament! Featuring first the challengers Gordon Carlson and “Iron Bear” Joe Ghaven!

“All I Do is Win” by DJ Khaled begins playing as Ethan Mills walks out from the back, dancing to the music. He does not notice that Joe Ghaven and Gordon Carlson have come out from the back and are standing behind him until he hears the fans cheering. Ethan turns around and sees Gordon Carlson shaking his head.

Romano: I’m guessing that Gordon doesn’t like Ethan’s choice of music.
Taylor: You might be guessing right.

Gordon brushes past Ethan, knocking his shoulder into the small man. Ethan laughs it off, but gives Joe Ghaven a “look”. Joe pats Ethan on the head, making his way down to the ring with Gordon. Ethan Mills follows closely behind, looking at all of the display counters with fresh fish on them.

Taylor: So how much did Mongo spend on the fish for tonight’s match. Fish that people could be buying and eating instead of...this.
Romano: I don’t know, but I heard it was a lot of money.
Taylor: Dang.
Romano: Considering how things go, Mongo is probably donating the fish after the match.
Taylor: Donating the fish that has been used to beat down other people? How is that sanitary?
Romano: I think that’s above my pay grade.

Jessie Love: And their opponents, Neo James Carner and Keith Williams. They are...the ReVenants!

"If it bleeds, we can kill it."

"And we ain't got time to bleed."

"Turbo Killer" by Carpenter Brut begins to play and the lights in the arena are snuffed out. Red lights on the stage blink on and off, on and off, showing the outline of three figures that make their way out from behind the curtains.

As the music picks up, the red lights start to blink more rapidly, and eventually the arena lights come back to life. Who are the three mystery men? The ReVenants! Neo Carner, Rob Garcia, and Keith Williams! Rob is posed in the middle of the three, back to the camera with his arms and clenched fists out to the side of his body, while the other two are leaned over towards him and both pointing at Rob with their two index fingers. Garcia spins around, a big grin on his face as he points to his two partners in crime. The Big Bad Wolves bump fists, immediately drawing back to pose some more, taking in the reaction of the crowd. Some people love it, but most people seem to hate it and the obvious nature of their super cockiness.

The ReVenants make their way down to the ring, taunting the fans as they go and being especially generous with the middle fingers. Upon reaching ringside, Keith does his usual groin thrusting of the bottom rope and mustache stroking. Rob fakes out any fan foolish enough to think they can touch him or go for a high five, all the while laughing the entire time in their face. Neo enters the ring, grasping the top rope and pulling back on it, releasing it only to flex his muscles for the enjoyment of... Everyone! Keith and Rob join him, the three posing together in the middle of the ring. To really make it feel special, several streams of red pyro go off behind them as they all stop posing now, taking to their corner and joking around with one another.

Romano: I heard that Keith and Neo really weren’t into wrestling this match at all.
Taylor: I heard that they, meaning some or all of the ReVenants, were shopping around for other companies to work for.
Romano: They won’t find much better than AWF.
Taylor: That’s for sure.

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TAG TEAM ANNIHILATOR THIRD PLACE MATCH
All the Fish Match
Gordon Carlson and "Iron Bear" Joe Ghaven vs. The ReVenants

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Rob Garcia steps outside of the ring, taking up the place as if he were a manager like Ethan Mills. Joe Ghaven and Keith Williams start in the ring as the bell sounds to start the match. Rob Garcia goes to the fish station, grabs a grouper, and tosses it into the ring to Keith. He sniffs at it and smirks.

Williams: Smell like your momma from last night, Joe!

Neo James Carner and Rob Garcia snigger while Joe Ghaven looks hurt.

Ghaven: Don’t be insulting my momma!

Williams: Here. Tell me if this smells like your momma!

Keith throws the grouper to Joe Ghaven, who actually smells the fish.

Ghaven: It doesn’t smell like my mother!

Williams: How do you know how your own momma’s pussy smell like? You and yo momma, sitting in a tree. F-U-C-K-I-N-G!

Joe looks at Keith Williams, his jaw hanging open at the slight against him and his mother.

Romano: Joe Ghaven looks like he doesn’t know quite what to do here.
Taylor: It looks like he’s getting angry.

Williams: Awww, is the poor whittle bear gunna cry? Cry, bitch. Cry!

Joe Ghaven grits his teeth and charges at Keith Williams, who looks like a deer caught in the headlights. He gathers his wits at the last moment and hits a drop toe hold that sends Joe through the middle ropes to the concrete floor where he lands on the fish, smashing it to little pieces.

Keith Williams slides out of the ring, grabbing a knobbed porgy from the shelves of fish, and smashes it against Joe’s face as he starts to rise up. It doesn’t have much effect on the giant as he rises up. Joe shoves Keith backwards to slam his back against the ring apron.

Joe grabs Keith up into a press slam position and hurls him over the ropes and back into the ring. He steps up to the ring apron to climb over the ropes and back into the ring when Neo James Carner comes up behind him and hits Joe behind the knee on the leg that is on the ring apron as he steps over the ropes. Joe falls, crotching himself onto the top rope.

Gordon Carlson runs around, grabbing Neo James Carner from behind, and hits a release German suplex to the concrete floor.

Inside the ring, Keith Williams hits a few European uppercuts to the stuck Joe Ghaven. He pulls Joe into the ring, hitting a quick bulldog.

Romano: The ReVenants played Joe for a fool!
Taylor: It was a shrewd scheme.

Gordon Carlson gets back to his corner and begins reaching and yelling for Joe to make the tag. Keith Williams kicks the downed Joe Ghaven a few times before stepping back as the monster man gets up to his feet.

Rob Garcia throws in another fish. A lemon sole. Keith catches it and throws it at Joe, who catches it. Keith uses the catch as a distraction to be able to come up and slam home several European uppercuts that make the larger man drop the fish. Keith goes for a jumping piledriver, but Joe turns it into a backdrop. Joe makes the tag to Gordon, who jumps over the ropes into the ring to greet the rising Keith Williams with a boot to the gut and an uppercut that sends him back to the mat. Gordon kicks Keith a few times before Keith can roll up to his feet.

Keith Williams gets into a fighting stance, getting his fists up as if he were ready to fight. Gordon mirrors the stance, throwing a few punches to test Keith’s defenses with Keith slowly backing up. Suddenly, Keith puts his hand into the air and Neo tags himself in. Neo jumps into the ring, taking Gordon down with a clothesline.

Romano: The ReVenants played the NPW team again, pulling Gordon into a trap!
Taylor: It seems that Keith and Neo are mostly having fun with Joe and Gordon.

Gordon stands up, but is pushed back into the corner where Keith uses the tag ropes to wrap around Gordon’s throat to start choking him out. The ref sees this plainly and yells at him to break the hold.

Romano: Isn’t this a no holds barred match?
Taylor: I think the only weapon allowed is the fish.

Joe Ghaven goes to the shelves of fish and selects a marlin. He hefts it up to the oohs and ahh of the crowd before throwing it into the ring. It hits Neo James Carner from behind, knocking him down to the mat. Gordon elbows Keith off of the ring apron and then drops an elbow against Neo. He grabs at the marlin, ripping out an eyeball, and stuffing it into Neo’s mouth, and using his hands to slam Neo’s jaw shut.

Neo’s eyes go wide and he rolls away to vomit onto the ring mat, the eyeball and other stuff. Gordon gets Neo up and hits a cobra clutch suplex. He follows this up with a tiger suplex that he holds in place for the pinfall!

Keith Williams jumps into the ring to break the hold, but Joe Ghaven lumbers across the ring, seizing him up into a massive choke slam as the ref gets into position for the pinfall!

One
Two
Three

Jessie Love: Winner of the match via pinfall...Gordon Carlson and “Iron Bear” Joe Ghaven!

Neo James Carner and Keith Williams rolls out of the ring to join Rob Garcia. They look like they want to go back into the ring to fight when Ethan Mills gets in their faces to laugh about how they lost. Keith laughs, but then throws a discus elbow that sends Ethan to the floor. Joe Ghaven picks up the carcass of the marlin and throws it out of the ring, leveling all three of the ReVenants!

Romano: I guess that put a damper on the ReVenants’ plan for avenging their loss.
Taylor: And avenges the strike done to Ethan Mills.

Gordon Carlson and Joe Ghaven celebrate their win in the ring while the ReVenants gather themselves and beat a hasty retreat.

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Jessie Love: The following contest is set for one fall...

Crowd: ONE FALL!

Jessie Love: And is an AWF contest. Introducing first. From Area 51, weighing in at three hundred and twenty five pounds and standing...

Jessie Love and the Crowd: SEVEN! FEET! TALL!

Jessie Love: SUUUUUUBJEEEEEEEECT FOOOOOOOOOORTY TWOOOOOOOOO!

"Ghost Love Score" by Nightwish plays out around the arena as Subject 42 walks out of the entrance gate, it's precious kitten cradled carefully in it's hand. It places the kitty next to the commentary table where King has helpfully placed a bowl of kibble for the cat to eat during the following match. Subject steps over the top rope into the ring before letting out a triaumphal "RAAAAAAAAAAGH!"

Romano: Subject 42. We've seen this guy before and yet he's still a complete mystery.
Taylor: Here kitty kitty. Good kitty. Kitty want a fuss? Aww, look he's so cute Jojo!

Jessie Love: And his opponent, weighing in at three hundred and seventy five pounds, fighting out of Parts Unknown, "THE BEAST" TARRAAAAAAAAAAAAASQUE!

“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:: What are your thoughts on Tarrasque, Taylor?
Taylor: Just look at him. Just... look at him. This guy has muscles growing out of his muscles.

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Singles Match
Subject #42 vs. Tarrasque

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Tarrasque and 42 square off and close. Before even a single strike can be thrown, Subject 42 lifts Tarrasque clean off his feet and body slams him down, crashing the massive muscular form of its opponent into the mat with a thud that rattles the foundations of the ring. Tarrasque... stands right back up as if the huge power of Subject 42 was nothing. The Beast Incarnate grabs The Freak in his massive arms and hoists Subject up for a slam of his own, holding 42 up and dropping it back first onto the canvas. And Subject 42 stands straight back up, brushing off the impact of the landing, totally unscathed.

Romano: Look at the power of these two behemoths.
Taylor: I don't care about who wins this match, Cassius. I just hope the ring can get repaired in time for the next contest!

With a lack of effort that shows off it's massive strength, Subject 42 lifts Tarrasque clean off the mat into a front clutch. Like a weightlifter performing a clean and jerk, Subject switches his grip and begins to press Tarrasque above it's head, the crowd first gasping in awe than counting each press as 42 performs them...

Crowd: ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! FIVE!

Subject drops Tarrasque down to the mat from on high. Briefly stunned, Tarrasque tries to shake his head to regain his bearings but 42 has backed off and it CHARGES IN AND NEARLY BISECTS TARRASQUE WITH A HUMONGOUS SHOULDER TACKLE, WRAPPING HIS ARMS AROUND THE BEAST AND DRIVING HIM DOWN TO THE MAT!

Taylor: SPEEEEEEEE-YAAAAAAAAAH!

Subject covers...

ONE!

TWO!

...TARRASQUE KICKS OUT!

Romano: OH MY GOD! TARRASQUE KICKED OUT OF THE SPEAR!

Tarrasque stands up and ROARS, grasping Subject quickly and stuffing it into a standing head scissors. Tarrasque muscles 42 round until he is back to the corner before lifting it up into a Powerbomb position and RUNNING ACROSS THE DIAGONAL WIDTH OF THE RING WITH SUBJECT ON HIS SHOULDERS BEFORE POWERBOMBING SUBJECT BACK FIRST INTO THE TURNBUCKLES!

Romano: BROKEN BACK!
Taylor: I don't think there's a better way to put this Cassius. Ouch. Just ouch.

ONE!

T.. NOT EVEN A TWO COUNT! SUBJECT THROWS TARRASQUE OFF HIM!

Taylor:: OH MY DOUBLE GOD! THE POWER ON SHOW!

Subject stands first! Tarrasque turns to see where Subject has gotten to but IT IS ALREADY READY TO STRIKE! Subject charges again and LAUNCHES ITSELF SHOULDER FIRST TOWARDS TARRASQUE AGAIN... BUT TARRASQUE DODGES AND SUBJECT SPEEEEE-YAAAAAAAAAAHS THE RING POST! THE ENTIRE RING ROCKS!

Taylor: That could separate a lesser man's shoulder. Subject 42 is not lesser.
Romano: Or possibly not even a man.

Tarrasque grabs Subject by it's head and grabs another standing head scissors. The Beast flexes his muscles and hoists Subject above his head again, slamming 42 into another powerbomb in the center of the ring with another MASSIVE crash. Tarrasque covers...

ONE!

TWO!

TH... Subject gets a shoulder off the mat. Tarrasque still has hold of Subject's arms and the Genetically Superior Athlete lifts the Genetic Monstrosity up above his head once more. ANOTHER POWERBOMB SENDS 42 DOWN TO THE MAT AGAIN!

ONE!

TW... NO! TARRASQUE DECIDES TO HOIST SUBJECT UP RATHER THAN CONTINUING THE COVER! HE HOLDS SUBJECT UP FOR A SECOND AND SPINNS AS HE FALLS BUTT FIRST TO THE MAT HITTING A SPINNING SITOUT POWERBOMB...

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!

THE RING GIVES! THE BOARDING BENEATH WHERE SUBECT LANDED SPLINTERS THE RING ROPES LOSE TENSION AND HANG LOOSE AGAINST THE LOOSENED RING POSTS! CLOUDS OF DUST ARE KICKED UP BY THE DESTRUCTION!

Crowd: HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT!

Taylor: HOLY MARY MOTHER OF GOD AND HER SON JESUS H. CHRIST ON A MOTORBIKE!

The camera pans around the crowd, showing that everyone's mouth is agape, stunned by the power being shown in the ring. Gabe Valentine drops to his knees and sees that Tarrasque has a pinning combination on Subject in the indented hole in the middle of what used to be a wrestling ring.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

Jessie Love: Your winner ... TARRASQUE!

Romano: Well, Tarrasque is the winner. But we're going to have to cut to backstage or a commercial after that because the technical crew are going to need time to fix that carnage.
Taylor: That was, amongst all the things that have happened on our network recently, the most insane thing I've seen in a while.

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We fade up on a bathroom backstage. Exiting a cubicle, 'The Hurricane Kid' Pepe Morales (who is most certainly not Zoran Sainovic, how dare you think such a thing!) heads to a sink, taking a quick glance in the mirror to make sure he's alone. The camera zooms in nice and close, highlighting to the viewers at home that yes, XHF talent are making sure to follow proper hygiene protocols. As it zooms back out, we see Pepe raise his head, both he and the camera catching a new figure in the mirror's reflection.

Bloodied Fox

Fox: Hello Zoran. You're looking well for a dead man.

Pepe turns around, an ingratiating smile on his weirdly young yet old face.

Pepe: So *waving hands around to indicate the cockfighting arena* you seem to zink zere is a FOX in ze hen house... and it's not you? *chuckle* Zough I am told I bear a strong resemblance to ze former X-Crown champion, we are legally distinct entities, and Puerto Rico is not so backwoods that I don't have ze documents to prove it.

Fox: Oh I'm sure you do...

Fox advances, a twitch of his wrist putting a blade in his hand.

Fox: …but I do wonder just how much of your face I'd have to peel off to make those documents irrelevant.

The smile is gone from Pepe's face. A twitch of his wrist, and there is now a blade in his hand as well.

Pepe: A surprising amount.

Fox stops a couple of feet away, eyes flicking down to Pepe's knife. Suddenly, the bathroom door opens behind them, as Charles Akiyama bursts in.

Charles: Gottapeegottapeegottapeegotta...

Charles stops, and stares wild eyed at Fox and Pepe, who are both staring back at him. The young interviewer backs out of the room slowly. Fox turns his head back to face Pepe, and finds the point of a knife up against his throat.

Pepe: Were I Zoran Sainovic, which I am not, at zis point I would suggest zat you really should have learned not to play with knives after ze first time he stabbed you.

Fox leans forward ever so slightly, the point piercing his skin just enough to produce a thin trickle of blood.

Fox: Were I Zoran Sainovic, at this point I'd be looking down.

Pepe looks down, the camera panning to follow, revealing the tip of Fox's blade is at his balls. Pepe looks back up, eyebrow raised.

Pepe: ... And without buying me dinner first ... Disappointing Fox. It would seem zat we have reached an impasse.

Fox: That it would.

Slowly, carefully, Fox steps back away, not stopping until he reached the bathroom door.

Fox: Consider this a message, Zoran. You can play this little game for as long as you want, but sooner or later I will come to cut you down. I owe you that.

Pepe: Were ze late Mr Sainovic still with us, I am sure he would hear your message, and reply zat you should be very careful what battles you pick, unless you wish to find out just how bloodied ze fox can become.

Fox: He always did have a way with words.

Pepe: Sounds like he was a real poet.

Never taking his eyes from Pepe, Fox leaves, Pepe's eyes narrowing into a furious glare as we cut away.

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

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

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

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

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

Jessie Love: The following is a tag team match scheduled for one fall, entering the ring first ... Cross Recoba, Chris Card ... HIGH FINANCE!

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.

Jessie Love: And their opponents, entering the ring first ... "Hera Incarnate" JULIANA DEL MARCO!

"It can't be bargained with. It can't be reasoned with.
It doesn't feel pity, or remorse, or fear.
And it absolutely will not stop, ever!
Until you are dead."

The arena lights pulse red to the pounding beat of 'Humans Are Such Easy Prey' as Bloodied Fox steps through the curtain, hood up, a look of determination on his face. He stalks down to the ring, completely ignoring the fans as he slides into the ring.

Jessie Love: And her partner, the vulpine scumbag ... BLOODIED FOX!

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Tag Team Match
High Finance (Chris Card and Cross Recoba) vs Julianna Del Marco and Bloodied Fox

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THIS MATCH WAS LOST AND THIS SUMMARY WILL BE TAKEN OUT WHEN THE MATCH IS RECOVERED/WRITTEN

Cross and Fox start off in the ring. The two trade some offense back and forth, but Fox winds up with the upper hand over Cross. Early on, Cross gets overeager and whiffs on The Skim, giving Fox an early opening for locking in the Lament Configuration. Card rushes the ring to break it up and drags Cross to safety then tags himself in. Fox gives JDM some time to shine and tags her in. JDM hits the ring and gets in some early offense on Card, who seems to be under pressure early. Eventually, Card manages to get some offense in. With an opening, he hits JDM with the Calling Card, but only gets a two count! Frustrated, Card gets up and drags JDM over into a Heartbreaker! He covers, and again, she manages to kickout at 2. Frustrated, Card slides out of the ring and hides something in his hand. Fox causes a scene, trying to draw attention to the pair of brass knuckles in Card's hand, which only serves to distract the referee long enough to give Card an opening to use them on Julianna. Fox tries to burst into the ring but the referee keeps him outside. Card rushes Fox and knocks him off the apron, turning the ref's attention back to the match where he covers a KO'd Julianna for the 1, 2, 3. The bell rings and Card looks smug with his actions, but Cross glares at him from the apron, unhappy with the way the match was won.

Jessie Love: The winners of this match .. HIGH FINANCE!

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Jessie Love: The following contest is an Inferno match. To win the match, be the one that sets the other on fire! It is part of the End of Days tournament! Featuring first the challenger...

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

One, two, three, four

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

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

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

Sanders walks up the stairs, walks down the apron a bit and puts both arms in the air. The fans continue to give loud cheers for the AWF competitor as he steps between the top and middle rope to enter the ring. He steps on the opposite turnbuckle, the chorus of the song becomes the backdrop for him to hop back into the ring.

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

Romano: This is going to be a dangerous match. There's a groove around in the ring apron that will be set ablaze once the match starts.
Taylor: Yeah, the first to set the other on fire in the match will win the match.

Jessie Love: And his opponent, weighing in at 242 pounds and hailing from San Juan, Peurto Rico...he is "Niño Huracán" Pepe Morales!

The Heavy's "Big Bad Wolf" blasts over the PA system.

#With Time Slipping Away#
#I Can't Say What I'll Do...#
#You Got Nothing To Saaaaaaaaaaaay#
#'Til I Tell You Who's Whoooooooooooooo#
#You Know Why?#

Shoving through the back curtains is everyone's favourite teenage hispanic babyface, who is actually an elderly Eastern European monster in sheep's clothing. The reaction for Zoran Sainovic is about what you'd expect, given how many people in attendance were glad he died. As the crowd pelts him with garbage, The Final Boss moves down the aisle in sync with the tunes. Beer splashes his Armani suit, but Sainovic doesn't care. He has money to burn. The swagger is very real.

#Cos I'm The Big Bad Wolf#
#(What You Say)#
#I'm The Big Bad Wolf#
#(What You Say)#
#I'm The Big Bad Wolf#
#And I'm Blowing Down Your Neighbourhood#

Zoran enters the ring with a sadistic grin as there is no referee in the ring to pat him down for weapons as per the normal.

#I SAID#
#AAAAAAAWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO#

Taylor: You know that the ref normally pats Zoran, I mean Pepe, down for weapons. There’s no referee inside the ring for this one.
Romano: Oh you know, he’s got to have an arsenal in there.

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END OF DAYS TOURNAMENT SEMIFINALS MATCH
Inferno Match
Pepe Morales (Zoran Sainovic) vs "Awkward" Adam Sanders

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As the bell rings to start the match, pyrotechnicians around the ring light the little grooves on fire so that Adam Sanders and Zoran Sainovic are surrounded by a ring of fire. Zoran quickly crosses the ring and strikes Adam in the mouth with his brass knuckle spiked gloved fist that staggers Adam backwards a few steps. With Adam stunned, Zoran steps up and strikes Adam in the mouth with a few more spiked punches. This would continue, but Adam catches a right hand before it can strike him and spits blood into Zoran’s eyes. Adam punches Zoran back with just as much force if not more than Zoran. He punches the blinded Zoran a few times before sending him at the ropes. He goes for a dropkick, but Zoran manages to grab the ropes to put the brakes on his rebound. Adam quickly gets back to his feet, but is struck in the side of the head by Zoran, who quickly kicks Adam in the gut, and hits a gutwrench suplex. Zoran kicks Adam over to try to get him into the fire, but Adam rolls through the flames quickly to get to the concrete floor. He does not catch on fire.

Romano: It’s good that Adam rolled quickly through the fire or else he might have lost the match!
Taylor: Is Zoran, I mean Pepe, going to follow Adam to the outside?
Romano: Either Pepe has to go to the outside or Adam back in for one to catch the other on fire.

Adam Sanders gets to his feet and looks into the ring where Zoran Sainovic laughs sadistically.

Pepe: Can’t take ze heat?

Adam Sanders jumps back up onto the apron on the outside of the fire. Zoran Sainovic moves to strike him, but Adam grabs the top rope and uses it to leap over the ropes and into a drop kick! Adam jumps to his feet, reaching for Zoran to drag him to the fire. Zoran gets a foot into the air, kicking Adam back against the ropes. Adam bounces off of the ropes and comes back with a lightning quick elbow drop to Zoran’s chest! Adam grabs Zoran by the leg and starts dragging him to the fire to try to set his foot on fire. Zoran pulls his leg away and rolls to his feet. He hits a few solid punches to the midsection before throwing Adam toward the center of the ring with a hip toss. Adam rolls through the move and back to his feet. He spins around, but is on the receiving end of an eye gouge! Zoran brings Adam down with a Russian Legsweep to get Adam’s head into the fire. Adam quickly rolls away from the fire before he catches ablaze.

Romano: Again, Adam is almost crisped by Zoran.
Taylor: You mean Pepe.
Romano: We know better. He’s really Zoran.

Zoran comes at Adam, but gets caught up into a spinebuster! Adam jumps to his feet and rolls Zoran towards the fire. Zoran rolls through the blaze and drops to the concrete floor onto his feet. Adam goes to the ropes on the opposite side, running back, and going for a baseball slide drop kick. However, he has to roll to the side, sliding out of the ring as Zoran sprays something flammable into the air at him!

Romano: What the heck? What was that?
Taylor: I think that Zoran has some sort of spray bottle with something that caught fire as it was sprayed across the fire.

Zoran Sainovic turns to Adam Sanders, spraying the substance from the spray bottle into the air, but Adam dodges the spray and catches Zoran with a spear that sends Zoran backwards into the ring steps, knocking the spray bottle from his hands. Adam grabs Zoran by the tie, pulls him in, and commences to start pounding the snot out of him. Blood flies from Zoran’s mouth to splatter over the fire where it sizzles. Zoran grabs Adam by the shoulder and pulls him close, Adam’s eyes go wide as Zoran flashes a bloody, sadistic grin. Adam backs away from Zoran, blood pouring from a stab wound in his side. Zoran laughs as he drops the sharp weapon that he used to stab his opponent. He stands up, wiping blood from his chin with the back of his hand.

Romano: That was low, but should we really be shocked by now?
Taylor: How many of Zoran’s opponents has he stabbed?
Romano: Probably all of them?

Zoran grabs the stunned Adam with a twisting abdominal claw, digging a finger into the stab wound. Adam lets out a scream of pain, trying to pry Zoran’s hand away. When that fails, Adam seizes Zoran by the shoulders. He delivers headbutt after headbutt until Zoran releases the abdominal claw and staggers backwards. Adam brings Zoran down to the floor with a strong lariat. He follows this up with a quick leg drop. Adam pulls Zoran up and sticks his hand into the fire. As soon as his hand is licked by the flames, Zoran lets out a terrible scream, and pulls his hand away. He elbows Adam in the gut and slams his face into the ring apron. He grabs Adam by the hair and hits a knee lift. Zoran grabs Adam by the back of the head and starts bringing his face toward the fire. Adam elbows him in the gut and whips him into the security railing. Adam jumps up to the ring apron, but swoons and grabs at his wound, blood flowing through his fingers.

Romano: I don’t know if this match should even be continuing. Adam could be bleeding out as we speak!
Taylor: It certainly seems like he’s weakening from the blood loss.

Zoran reaches for Adam’s legs, but Adam jumps up into the air and hits a knee drop to Zoran’s shoulder to send him to the floor! Adam reaches for Zoran, pulling him up. He starts to go for a suplex, but Zoran hits a knee to the crotch! Zoran jams a thumb into Adam’s stab wound before shoving him backwards into the ring apron. Zoran backs up a step, hitting a shotei palm strike to the stab wound, doubling Adam over. Zoran grabs Adam and sends him face first into the security railing! Zoran pulls Adam up, who is blinded from blood running into his eyes from a gash in his forehead. Adam swings blindly, uppercutting Zoran in the throat! Adam grabs the choking Zoran and hits a neckbreaker!

Romano: Both men look like they are down for the count. Zoran is choking from where he was struck in the throat and Adam is bleeding out onto the floor. How is someone going to catch the other on fire?
Taylor: I have no idea. It’s a test of endurance from here out.

Zoran is the first to get up, kicking Adam in the side before pulling him up and whipping him into the ring apron. He catches Adam before he falls and tries to put his hand into the fire to catch it. As soon as Adam’s hand touches the flames, he lets out a yelp of pain and manages to elbow Zoran in the ribcage to break his hold. Adam gets Zoran up into a suplex position, holds him for a moment, and then drops him straight down into a piledriver.

Taylor: Wow, This is Awkward!
Romano: You said it. How is he going to light a knocked out and on the floor Zoran on fire?
Taylor: No, I meant the move name is called that.
Romano: Right, I knew that.

Adam Sanders stands up, grasps at his side where the stab wound is, and drops to his knees and then down to his hands and knees.

Romano: Zoran is out. Adam is...dying? Is this match going to end in a double count out? A draw? What?
Taylor: There’s no ref out there to make that decision. The match will continue until it ends with someone on fire. I would guess at this point, we have to wait until Zoran to wake up, Adam to die, and then Zoran to light Adam’s corpse on fire.
Romano: Adam has a match in some other company in a few days…
Taylor: He should strongly consider not dying then, or else he won’t be going.

After a few minutes, Adam starts to rise at the same time as Zoran. Adam grabs Zoran by the back of the head and starts to send his face toward the fire. Zoran puts out his hands to the ring apron to stop himself from slamming into the fire. Zoran struggles to not get his face into the fire, but his strength is failing fast.

Romano: Looks like Adam is going to win this round.
Taylor: Zoran is holding on, but not much longer. What’s he going to do?

Pepe: Pity about what happened to your friend, Eddie.

Sanders: What?

Pepe:: You know about ze overdose, no?

Sanders: What did you do?

Zoran feels the pressure against him lessen, he elbows Adam in the throat. He picks up the spray bottle with a sadistic grin.

Pepe: Nozing...yet.

Zoran sprays the battle at Adam, the nearby fire catching the spray ablaze and engulfing Adam’s upper torso. His hair catches fire from the massive fireball with pyrotechnicians running with fire extinguishers to put the blaze out. Zoran Sainovic stands at ringside with his arms in the air, still holding the spray bottle, as he celebrates his victory. EMTs come running to the ring to check on Adam’s stab wound and his burns.

Romano: Adam going to be a vampire tonight.
Taylor: Vampire?
Romano: Well, he might need blood anyway. From being stabbed.
Taylor: Right.

Jessie Love: Winner of the match and going on to the FINAL ROUND of the End of Days tournament...Pepe Morales!

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The theme from "Lethal Weapon" plays and Roger Riggs emerges from the curtain and beelines to the ring.

Jessie Love: The following match is scheduled for one fall and is for the #1 contendership to the XHF Phoenix Championship. Entering first ... THE LETHAL WEAPON ROGER RIGGS!

"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: And his opponent ... 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.

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XHF PHOENIX CHAMPIONSHIP #1 CONTENDER'S MATCH
Singles Match
Roger Riggs vs. Carlos Ruiz

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The bell rings. Roger Riggs grins and immediately turns his head towards the current XHF Phoenix Champion, Rob Garcia, at ringside. He gives him a sly smirk. Carlos Ruiz sees this and recognizes this as a moment of weakness.

Garcia: What are you looking at, idiot?! You’re facing my gay cousin, not me!
Taylor: Carlos is your cousin?
Garcia: He’s my second cousin, you better not give him a hard time, or else!

The match has begun, but his attention is diverted. He runs up to Riggs... and gets taken down with a drop toe hold! Roger Riggs saw this coming! He tricked Ruiz and lulled him into a false sense of security! Roger Riggs gets up, points to the belt on the announcer table and then pulls his elbow back with a thumb back to his own body. He actually mouths, "That's mine" before jumping back and hitting Ruiz with an elbow. Riggs throws his arms up in the air, expecting an uproar. However, he finds the arena relatively silent, looking out in concern for the fan favorite, Carlos Ruiz. Riggs shrugs. At the end of the day, he's looking for the win.

Taylor: Look at the movie star, getting the early win here!
Romano: That move at the beginning was a bit of a risk, but it seemed to pay off. What do you think, champ? Taking notes so you won't fall for them?
Garcia: What do I think?! I already know how to reverse that. I’ll just use a secret special reversal! He should’ve never done that in front of me!

Roger Riggs isn't content with simply taking an early lead to the beginning of the match. No, he wants to dominate. He goes down to grab the head of his opponent, Carlos Ruiz, but instead of following up, Ruiz surprises him with a kick in the head. Roger Riggs staggers back and Ruiz kips up in the air, eliciting a loud roar from the crowd! Riggs is quick to climb to his feet. He runs over to Ruiz, who knocks him back down with a kneeling fireman's carry. As Riggs flips over, Ruiz keeps a hold onto Riggs with a headlock. Riggs is struggling to get free, but Ruiz is determined to end the match with him walking away as the number one contender. Ruiz has his eyes on Rob Garcia, with Garcia refusing to break eye contact. Ruiz clamps down hard onto his opponent. The face of Riggs is starting to redden. He's groaning in pain, in frustration and then growling as he lifts up Ruiz in the air. Back body drop! Both SLAM onto the mat and it's taking both of them time to recover as they start shaking their heads and finding the ropes nearby.

Taylor: Carlos Ruiz was making a little bit of a comeback. He was able to put the squeeze on Riggs until he came back with the power!
Romano: Riggs is a striker. He's a power type. I'm not sure if Carlos Ruiz is just warming up. He's te fast type, but seems to have been warming up.
Taylor: What do you think, champ?
Garcia: I think it’s fairly obvious that the Phoenix championship is becoming an even bigger deal than the Prestige title, since I got it, and with that comes…. Wait what was the question?

The two get back to their feet around the same time. Carlos Ruiz moves forward for a forearm, but Roger Riggs counterattacks and actually strikes first with a kick to the stomach. Ruiz is doubled over. Riggs takes him by the shoulder and throws him backwards with such strength and power that Ruiz gets thrown backwards and hits the floor! Riggs starts to go for the pin, but knows better. He needs to dish out more damage. He lifts up his opponent and Irish Whips Ruiz to the opposite ropes. But he's not just stopping there. He actually follows his opponent to the ropes for added ferocity! As soon as Ruiz approaches the ropes, he actually jumps ON TOP of the ropes and then BACK FLIPS to the adjacent ropes on the other side of the corner. As soon as Riggs sees the initial jump, he turns his head. He doesn't have enough time to react as Carlos Ruiz takes him down with a flying swinging DDT! Roger Riggs goes down! The people go nuts! He goes down for the pin count:


...One!


...Two!


...Kickout!

Taylor: WOW! I see what you're talking about, Cassius!
Romano: Both of these men are extremely talented, and I think both could definitely give the XHF Phoenix Champion here a run for his money.
Garcia: No way Romano, I have more money than both of these guys combined! My cardio is on point too.

Carlos Ruiz gets up, his hair all messy and frizzy. He's gotten so far in this match, but he's not where he wants to be. He won't be satisfied until he gets his hand raised at the end of the evening. Carlos grabs Riggs, brings him to his feet and throws him against the corner. He runs full speed towards Riggs AND HITS HIM WITH A MONKEY FLIP! HE FLIES ACROSS THE RING! Roger Riggs, at this part of the match, is just DAZED! He's running out of steam and fast! Carlos Ruiz looks down and just grabs him. He throws him against the ropes. On the rebound, Riggs tries to resist but Carlos Ruiz picks him up for his double underhook sit down powerbomb. THE MADRID BOMB! BY GOD! IT HITS! But Ruiz is tired too, so he lets gravity takes over. He puts his body weight on to make it that much harder to separate his shoulders from the mat. The referee goes for the pin count but as he does so, he finds that Roger Riggs grabs the arm. KIMURA! It's his cease and desist finisher!

Taylor: Who's going to win this!? That kimura lock is in there tight! Can he last for those three counts?
Romano: I don't know. Riggs can dislocate a joint in three seconds.


...ONE!


...TWO!


...THR-

TAP! TAP! TAP!

The bell rings.

Jessie Love: Here is your winner of the match and the new number one contender to the XHF Phoenix Championship - ROGER RIGGS!

Taylor: HE WAS SO CLOSE!
Romano: I think he was smart to tap. Better to fight another day, and he looked amazing doing so. What'ya think, Rob?
Taylor: ...Rob?

Rob doesn't answer. He's already throwing down his headset and gets up on the announce table holding the Phoenix championship in the air. He points at Riggs and then flips him off.

Garcia: You want my title?! You want this asshole?! No! It’s mine, this is as close as you’ll ever get to it!

Rob then jumps off the announce table and makes his way toward the entrance ramp keeping his eyes locked on Riggs the whole time.

Taylor: What an unsportsmanlike response to a victory.
Romano: But I don't think we're going to be disappointed with all the energy coming into this match. Ladies and gentlemen, at the final night of End of Days, the XHF Phoenix Champion Rob Garcia will take on the number one contender Roger Riggs!

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Jessie Love: The following match is the finals of the Tag Team Annihilator with the winners going to face the tag champs next week. This is scheduled as a submission match, victory is achieved by your opponents submitting, quitting, throwing in the towel, or passing out in a submission hold!

(House lights fade, plunging the arena into darkness. A single image appears.)

(Before a mass of lighters can be produced, purple and white spotlights playfully search through the audience, darting around to The Hives' "Tick Tick Boom" pumping over the loud speakers while whipping the audience into a frenzy. The purple lights are designed to look like butterflies, seemingly fluttering away from the more intense white glows in pursuit.)

(As chants go up throughout the audience, the purple spotlights convert on the entrance curtains.)

(When these lights align, Anthony Caffrey and Radu Matei push through in unison. A thunderous ovation is drowned out by a cavalcade of fireworks. The amount of blue and red sparks flying through the air might colour the arena in enough mauve light to make you miss the Purple Emperor’s matching tights, but as both men strike poses on opposite side of the entrance ramp, there is little doubt that they are on the same page.)

Jessie Love: Entering first, at a combined weight of 457 pounds … “The Sacrificial Idol” … “Deathless” Radu Matei, and the owner of Fireside, Anthony Caffrey … PURPLE EMPERORS!

(The fan favourites make their way down the aisle, slapping hands along the way.)

Taylor: Well here is former AWF star Anthony Caffrey, the owner of Fireside, and his partner, SWAT legend Radu Matei.
Romano: Caff has made it his goal to tap out Death Trap.

*The lights dim down and the Tron shows "Top of the Class" in big gold letters with sparkles. It then cuts to images of Death Trap and Mistress Discipline working together in the 2020 rumble. "2285 Entr'acte" by Dream Theater plays over the speakers. Blue and Gold lights strobe the arena as the stage and ramp light up again and Death Trap and Mistress Discipline hit the stage. Mistress straightens her collar and begins marching to the ring. She gets ten steps away and looks back to see DT still doing his signature pose at the top of the stage.*

Jessie Love: And their opponents, at a combined weight of 460 pounds, Mistress Discipline, and the current MCCW World Heavyweight Champion, “The Main Attraction” Death Trap … TOP OF THE CLASS!

*She marches back and grabs his arm and forcibly pulls him down the ramp to the ring as DT high fives fans with his free hand. Mistress rolls into the ring and steps to the center while DT goes up the steps and looks out at the crowd as he steps through the ropes. He leaps to the closest corner and poses again as gold sparks shower from the ceiling. Discipline looks around quite unimpressed by all this hoopla. DT jumps down and the two begin to talk strategy as the lights return to normal.*

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TAG TEAM ANNIHILATOR FINALS MATCH
Submission Match
Purple Emperors vs. Top of the Class

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The match starts with Death Trap and Caffrey stepping to the center of the ring. Both of their partners look concerned on the outside. Death Trap extends his hand. Caffrey looks at it and smirks thinking back to their SWAT match. He glares at DT, looking him straight in the eye … and shakes his hand. They break and circle each other. They move in and engage in a color and elbow tie up. They jockey for position. Death Trap applies pressure to the shoulders of Caffrey and gets him to stumble back to the ropes where he uses the recoil to flip Caffrey with a hip toss. He immediately locks in a surfboard stretch holding both arms out and a knee to the spine. Caffrey wastes no time in pushing back with his legs and arching his back over the knee and rolls out of the hold. DT holds the left arm as they stand and snaps in a hammerlock. He quickly also adds in a sleeper with the other arm as he works to soften the neck. Caffrey breaks the hold with a stomp to the left foot of DT. He spins and levels DT with a discus elbow. He immediately grabs the left foot and DDT’s it into the mat. DT grimaces and rolls away from Caff and to his feet. Caff charges in but DT takes him down with a double leg take down. He transitions into a knee bar. Caff howls in pain. He rolls over to reverse the pressure but DT rolls through keeping the hold locked in. Caff rolls again and grabs the ropes.

Taylor: They are wasting no time. DT is trying to weaken every part of Caffrey while Caffrey is laser focused on that ankle.
Romano: This is going to be a clinic.

DT and Caff stand up and Caff launches a dropkick to the chest. DT rolls through and back to his feet and uses his size to his advantage with a clothesline to Caffrey. Caff rolls into a neutral corner and DT slides in for a dropkick to the chest but Caff rolls out of the ring as DT stops himself. Caff however drags the legs through the ropes and slams the left ankle into the ring post. DT shouts in pain as Caff pulls him through and wraps the left knee on the post as well. He then locks in the soft pretzel lock. He only gets one count on it before Mistress Discipline runs in with a dropkick to the face breaking the hold. Radu comes barreling in from the other side and leaps off Caffrey’s back with a diving forearm smash to the face of Discipline. DT slides himself out from under the turnbuckle and nurses his left ankle.

Romano: Death Trap already favoring that ankle.
Taylor: Caffrey is a master at getting that ankle softened up.

DT hobbles to his feet as Radu picks up Mistress and whips her into the barricade. He then retreats to his corner as the ref admonishes him. Valentine then asserts control and forces Caffrey back into the ring. Caffrey slides in and stalks DT. He grabs the leg but DT sits up and rolls Caff into an inside cradle and transitions it into guillotine judo choke.

Romano: MCCW fans will recognize that choke hold from Kris Quake!

Caff struggles and flails. DT cinches it in tighter. He really cranks back on it before Radu hits a running double stomp to DT’s exposed left ankle to break the hold. DT reaches back and grabs the ankle as Radu leaves the ring. DT is slow to his feet and shakes the cobwebs out. As Caff stands he tries to launch that signature roundhouse but his left foot wobbles. Caff smirks. DT instead launches the kick WITH the left foot cracking Caffrey in the side of the head. DT winces but nods as he realizes the foot may not work as a base at the moment but it is a weapon.

Caffrey: I didn’t realize you were ambidextrous.

Death Trap: I’m 40 man, I’ve had to train for all these situations. Let’s keep going this is fun.

Caffrey: *chuckles* Yeah … fun …

Caff kips up to his feet and the two tangle again. This time Caffrey knees DT in the gut and hits a Dragon screw to the left leg before he tags out to Radu. The two men then converge on DT and hit stereo dropkicks on him. DT looks back to the corner but Mistress is just shaking off the cobwebs on the barricade. He stands up and Caff hits a chop. Radu hits a harder one. Caff looks at him then at DT and hits an elbow to the head, Radu hits it harder. DT stumbles. Caff pulls him in with a face buster. Radu hits a vertical suplex however and Caff scoffs.

Caffrey: You win this round old man.

Radu: I win every round Anthony.

Caff steps to the apron before Gabe Valentine can get angry and DT is arching his back on the mat. Radu begins to stalk him and stomps on his right hand. DT recoils his arm and Radu stomps his ankle. DT recoils his left ankle and rolls away. DT rolls to his knees and intercepts Radu with a flurry of fists to the gut. Radu doubles over and DT hits a jaw breaker. This buys him time to get to his feet. He shakes out the left foot then grabs Radu and hits a trio of Muay Thai knees. Radu shrugs off the hits like his head is immune to damage. DT is just confused and hits a snap suplex. He floats over into a mounted guillotine choke again. Radu manages to wriggle his body like a bug out from under DT and shoves him off to break the hold. DT tries to hit the kawada kicks but Radu pulls his head back and then sweeps the right leg causing DT to land on his back. Radu grabs a fistful of DT’s left calf and squeezes. DT howls in agony and kicks Radu in the knee with his right leg. He then rolls away and to his knees. Radu chases but DT springs up with the Cut the Strings!

Taylor: Was that a DKO?
Romano: Damnit Taylor, lots of people use the cutter move. Just roll with it.

DT immediately locks in the Death Trap to Deathless! Radu shrieks for a moment before the choke locks in and he can’t speak anymore. Caffrey begins to come into the ring but Discipline slides in the ring from the outside and intercepts him. She hits him with her discus elbow and he stumbles back. DT wrenches his finisher in harder on Radu but Radu looks merely inconvenienced by this. Caffrey launches a kick at Discipline. She catches it …

Mistress: Nothing personal …

She slaps him with a sound that echoes throughout the whole cockfighting arena and then some. Caff falls to the mat holding his face in pain.

Caffrey: DAMNIT that slap should be registered as a deadly weapon.

Discipline moves to push him from the ring but he pulls her down then rolls forward and hits DT in the back with a dropkick. Valentine finally gets Caff and Discipline to their corners. DT pushes to his hands and knees and tries to crawl to his corner but Radu leaps out and catches his left ankle then rolls around the ring torqueing DT with him until he is back in their corner. Radu stomps him as DT slowly moves to his feet and then gets a bite to the face for his problems.

Death Trap: AH WHAT THE FUCK!

DT recoils and stumbles into the corner as Radu cheerfully banters with Gabe Valentine. Caffrey levels him with the Phorearm Smash. Radu leaps onto DT with a seated cobra clutch and guillotines the body. DT coughs and sputters as the choke is locked in. DT is able to reach out and grab the bottom rope. Radu waits until a count of 4 before releasing. He picks DT up and hits a gutwrench suplex dumping him to the middle of the ring. He then locks in an Achilles hold on that left leg.

Romano: Both of the purple emperors are really going for that left leg of DT.
Taylor: It’s interesting though. DT when in a submission seems to glaze over, like a look of extreme focus.
Romano: Well he said he always wants the match to keep going to give more entertainment to the crowd.

DT grits his teeth and struggles. He refuses to tap out. He reaches for his corner. He struggles and slowly pulls Radu as he crawls along the ground. DT being the largest fighter in the ring has an advantage here and uses his upper body strength to drag Radu. He finally reaches the ropes near his corner and grabs them. Radu releases the hold and grabs DT and hits a springboard under the bottom rope, crushing DT’s throat on the bottom rope. DT holds his throat in agony. Radu drags him from the ropes and slowly pulls him to his feet. DT suddenly launches a martial arts combo with two left kicks to the ribs, a pair of knees to the face and a roundhouse to the side of the head. He then falls backwards and tags in Mistress!

Taylor: Hot tag made to Mistress who seems to be out for Radu’s blood!
Romano: I mean I’m pretty sure all she’d have to do is ask, he bleeds all the time.

Mistress comes in like a house of fire and clotheslines Radu on the way to hitting that discus elbow knocking Caff off the apron. She bounces off the ropes and clears Radu out with a shining big boot before immediately locking in the bridging crossface and bending Radu nearly vertical with the bridge. Normally a spine wouldn’t do that … but this is Radu so he shouts in pain but grits his teeth. She holds the hold for about 25 seconds before she hears Caffrey leap the top rope into the ring and charge. She releases and Caff hits an elbow drop onto Radu’s spine. He gets to his feet.

Caffrey: Oooooh … sorry.

He turns and gets a boot to the gut and Mistress drops him with a piledriver. Caff holds his neck and rolls out of the ring. Mistress rolls back onto Radu with the dunce cap choke sleeper. Radu again is having the air cut off. The strategy seems to be to choke out the old man. She rolls back and forth to add pressure to him. Radu rolls backward to break the hold with what would normally be a pin move but instead he keeps rolling and hits a double stomp to her chest. She rolls over and holds her chest in agony as he hoists her up with a snap suplex. He locks in a sleeper hold of his own. Discipline uses her leg strength to push to her feet. She leaps up and plants her feet on the middle rope and springs back using her full weight to land on his face. As they get to their feet she locks in an abdominal stretch. He pushes off his feet into a cross body.

Romano: Radu is determined not to get stuck in another submission from Mistress. She really likes contorting her victims.
Taylor: Radu is just playing smart.

Radu tags in Caffrey. Caff slowly moves in studying his new signee. She gets to her feet and smiles at him. She raises her arm for a test of strength. Caff smirks and engages. She immediately kicks him in the stomach and wrenches his right arm into a top wrist lock. She pushes him backwards into a back bend really pressures the shoulder. Caff shouts in agony. She pulls him up and hits him with a scoop slam as if to show off her strength. She drags him from his corner and wraps his right arm around her leg then drops to her knees crushing his right wrist and shoulder. She transitions into a bow and arrow hold. Caff shouts for help and Radu comes in and breaks it up. He whips her off the ropes and she comes back looking to hit the Final Bell but Radu dodges and when Mistress turns he sprays her in the eyes with the Asian Mist! Mistress shouts out and is completely blind. She flails around trying to hit someone. Radu gets caught with a shot to the nose from her slaps and he goes over the top rope. She flails again and floors Valentine with a punch. Caffrey however plays the wily one and manages to chop block her. Caffrey begins to stomp on her as she tries to block but is obviously still blinded.

Romano: That damn Radu, how can the fans cheer a move like that?
Taylor: Mistress was in complete control and now she can’t even see.

Caffrey finally kicks her out under the bottom rope. DT sees the ref beginning to stir. He claps to signal a tag from his corner and limps his way into the ring. Caff turns at the sound of the clap and is greeted by DT charging at him. He takes Caff down with a clothesline but collapses to the mat holding that left ankle. Caffrey quick thinking rips the boot off of DT’s left leg and tosses it into the crowd before Valentine is fully aware. On the outside Radu begins to rain punches down on Mistress. She struggles to get the mist out of her eyes. DT rolls Caffrey over and locks in the Seattle Stretch.

Romano: A beautiful cross face applied by DT to Caffrey!

Caffrey grunts in agony and struggles against the signature hold. Caffrey’s arm is between DT’s leg however and he uses all his might to grab DT’s ankle and squeeze as hard as he can. Now both men are in agony and neither is giving in. DT finally breaks the hold and slowly gets to his feet stretching that ankle. Caffrey gets to his feet and slaps DT across the face. DT hits him with a forearm shot. DT begins to feel the crowd cheering and unleashes a flurry of chops and punches. He hits that signature round house to Caff and he drops to his knees. DT hits the Breakdown shining wizard! Caff’s nose is busted open. DT looks over at Radu still assaulting Mistress.

Death Trap: DUDE WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?

Radu looks up at him. A fan drops a napkin onto Mistress as she starts to wipe her eyes.

Radu: Helping my friend achieve his goal. He needs this.

Death Trap: Well he isn’t going to get it. I promised her those titles.

Radu points to Mistress and mouths her? He then slams her head off the barricade. DT shouts and the ref also joins in. DT is grabbed from behind. Caff spins him for the Phorearm Smash but DT ducks it and kicks him in the ribs hard before kneeing him in the face again. He whips Caff off the ropes. Mistress shouts in pain as Radu has her in the Camel Clutch. DT is momentarily distracted and Caff clobbers him with the Closing Remarks. DT is down and maybe out. Caff signals that it’s over and he grabs DT so he is facing Mistress but in the middle of the ring and he locks in the Process!

Romano: Oh no, Radu’s underhanded tactics to get Caffrey his victory have distracted DT and now Caff has him where he wanted him.

DT screams in agony as his exposed foot is wrenched hard. He shouts and shouts then suddenly he grits his teeth and his eyes glaze over into that focused trance. He punches the mat occasionally and says no when asked if he quits.

Caffrey: It’s over, just give up. I need this. You don’t.

Death Trap: … …

DT is silent as he clenches his fists hard. Caffrey torques the ankle harder. DT shouts briefly before focusing again. Radu wrenches on Mistress again.

Radu: Just give up and she won’t get hurt. I mean no harm but this is part of his recovery!

Mistress: No … no!

Mistress manages to push to her feet and slam Radu into the barricade. She stumbles to the ring apron and gets some momentum for a final bell on Radu sending his head into the wall. He drops down dazed and confused. She turns and sees DT struggling. She suddenly seems concerned as his ankle is REALLY twisted.

Mistress: Hey … we will have enough points it is fine! DT do not let him break your ankle, he is cheating with that boot off!

Death Trap: … … no … fans … demand more …

Caffrey and Mistress are now shocked. Caff begins to twist harder and some light cracking is heard. DT drops to the mat before pushing back up on his fists.

Caffrey: FUCKING TAP!

Death Trap: MATCH … WILL … NOT … END … THAT … WAY!

Caffrey: You are really going to let me break your ankle to give the fans what … 2 more minutes before you pass out?

Mistress looks around and then sees her answer. She grabs a bag, a bag from the PE corner. A bag of writhing .. moving … squirming things. She slides into the ring.

Radu: NOT MY FRIENDS! DON’T HARM THEM!

Mistress: Oh stop whining, I will not let them be hurt.

She turns to Caff whose eyes go wide. He is mouthing no no no. She dumps the back all over Caffrey and he is now covered in spiders and centipedes!

Caffrey: FUCK FUCK FUCK!

He does NOT however release the hold but wriggles to try and get them off him causing even more pressure on DT. Suddnely the bugs move to DT as well. Mistress did not see this coming. DT feels the crawlies on him and as it turns out, like Caff he also hates bugs. He sees a spider on him and snaps out of his focused trance-like state.

Death Trap: GAH WHAT THE?! A SPIDER GET IT OFF GET IT … AGH MY FUCKING ANKLE!!!!

Death Trap … pushes off the mat again trying to roll the bugs off but keeps reaching back to his ankle. His focus is broken and it isn’t coming back. He mouths “I’m sorry” … and then taps out.

Jessie Love: Your winners … by … really disgusting submission … PURPLE EMPERORS!

DT and Caff separate and crawl away in horror from the bugs as Mistress holds her face in her hands then scoops them into the bag. She tosses Radu the bag and helps DT to his feet. Caff is meanwhile realizing what this means. He sits there and smiles looking at his hands. Radu slides in and the two embrace as the Top of the Class head to the back to get medical attention for DT’s foot.

Caffrey: Never doubting your friends again old man.

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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. 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.

Jessie Love: The following match is scheduled for one fall and is for the AWF United States Championship! Entering the ring first, the challenger, representing the ReVenants ... NEO JAMES CARNER

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

Taylor: And here we are, to the United States Championship match! Starting with the challenger, Neo James Carner coming out!
Romano: His claim to a US title match is very legitimate. After all, he did pin Bloodied Fox once. One of the fastest growing stars in AWF after unfortunately losing his Phoenix title to his ReVenant brother, Rob Garcia, in a high stakes match.
Taylor: After using brass knuckles on Fox, you mean! Plus what do you mean high stakes! He made a complete mockery of the Phoenix Championship!
Romano: A win is a win, Taylor. And I have no idea what you're talking about, he put up a valiant effort but Rob Garcia had managed to outdo him and Keith Williams. A five star match, if you ask me.

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

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

Reaching the ring, she confidently strides up the steps before stepping under the second rope before climbing up one of the turnbuckles, instead of her usual mocking nature to fans, she walks determined.

Taylor: And the United States Champion herself, Dakota Jennings!
Romano: She's made a complete turn-around in her AWF career. Going from a rocky path and almost considering retiring, she even had somewhat of a hard time believing herself against Fox, but managed to beat the Vulpine Scumbag in a fair and square effort! The question is, can she get past NJC?
Taylor: I'm hoping she can. She knows how much the ReVenants are a problem in AWF- If he wins, tonight, then 3 out of 4 AWF champions will be ReVenants!
Romano: You say that as a bad thing, you need to lighten up.

NJC waits for her to get into the ring before giving the Firecracker a shit-eating grin as he stands in the center of the ring, making a title gesture around his waist. Dakota is having none of it, with a fierce glare on her opponent as she holds the US championship, looking down on it with fondness, before handing it to the referee. The referee then shows the championship to NJC whose eyes brighten with anticipation. The ref holds the red, silver, and blue belt up before handing it off to the timekeeper's area, talking to both competitors and reminding them of the rules before signalling for the match to begin!

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AWF UNITED STATES CHAMPIONSHIP
Singles Match
Dakota Jennings (c) vs. Neo James Carner

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The Menace of Opulence, his smug smile unwavering walks toward Dakota with his hands out- looking for a grapple. Dakota quickly steps forward and reaches out- BUT NIC sidesteps the Firecracker, his grin widening! Dakota's annoyance is already apparent. The boos resonate through the audience.

Taylor: Oh, come on.. Really?
Romano: Mind games, Taylor. He knows how easy it is to manipulate her temper.

NJC turns back to her again, and offers to grapple up again. She moves forward to do so- AND her sidesteps her again! The boos growing louder as NJC simply shrugs! He then turns back to her one more time, telling her to lighten up, before offering to grapple up- Yet as she moves forward he DODGES her one more time!

He turns to the audience, basking in their hatred with a big smile on his face! Dakota looks at NJC and rolls her eyes- BEFORE HITTING HIM WITH A STEP-UP ENZUIGIRI! NJC GOES REELINGAND HOLDS HIS HEAD IN A DAZE AND THE CROWD CHEERS!

Taylor: ENZUIGIRI BY JENNINGS!
Romano: Oh, come on! That was a cheap shot!

She quickly gets the rocked NJC up and Irish Whils him to the opposite side of the ropes! He reboundd and is quickly met with a SPINNING BACK ELBOW TO THE JAW! NJC IS SENT DOWN TO THE MAT! DAKOTA DROPS FOR A LATERAL PRESS PIN!

ONE!

TW- KICKOUT!

Taylor: OH, SHE ALMOST HAD HIM THERE!
Romano: The match JUST begun and she's already taking him out! She's playing no games!

NJC quickly tries to get on his knees but gets met with a SHOOT KICK to the side by the Firecracker! He quickly covers up as she continues to unload kick after kick into his ribs and right thigh! NJC quickly scrambles under the bottom rope and rolls out as the crowd boos! He points at the referee and tells him to hold Dakota back and keep her away! The Firecracker watches patiently, now the one with a confident grin as she beckons for him to get back in the ring.

Taylor: Oh, come on! He can't win on a countout!
Romano: He's just taking his time. Reassessing the situation.

NJC hesitantly rolls back into the ring, carefully- BEFORE DASHING TOWARD DAKOTA WITH A BICYCLE KNEE- SHE DODGES AND HITS HIM WITH A ROUNDHOUSE KICK! NJC stumbles over against the ropes and she hits him with a palm strike! NJC stumbles into a corner, and she pulls him into a front facelock before climbing up the top turnbuckle- SHE JUMPS OFF AND SPINS AROUND, LANDING ON HER FEET- TORNADO SNAP SUPLEX TO NJC!

Taylor: I don't think I've ever seen a move like that!
Romano: Some creative offense by the Firecracker!

She quickly transitions to go for a CROSS ARMBAR- NJC quickly keeps his arm from getting bent straight! He frantically moves up to his feet and counters the cross armbar with a pin, forcing Jennings' shoulders to the mat!

Taylor: A SMOOTH REVERSAL BY NJC!

ONE!

TW- KICKOUT! DAKOTA ROLLS OVER, BACK ONTO HER FEET BUT NJC CATCHES HER AND HOOKS A LEG, LIFTING HER INTO THE AIR WITH A FISHERMAN BUSTER BACK DOWN!

Taylor: WOAH! CLOCK TOWER BOMB! CLOCK TOWER BOMB!
Romano: HE DROPPED HER STRAIGHT ON HER HEAD!

NJC finally stands, his smug look now replaced with anger as he STOMPS on the dazed Firecracker's chest! Then on her abdomen, which causes her to fold over and wheeze! The boos begin to ring out loud again! NJC then runs to the ropes, rebounds off of them and stops above Dakota's head with a taunt- BEFORE DROPPING A KNEE RIGHT TO HER DOMEPIECE!

Taylor: A BRUTAL NEO SYMPHO-KNEE!
Romano: And just like that, he is back in control of this match!

He lifts her up by the throat and spins her around, DROPPING HER NECK FIRST INTO HIS SHOULDER BLADE WITH A HANGMAN NECKBREAKER! JENNINGS GOES LIMP!

Taylor: NECKBREAKER BY NJC!
Romano: PIN HER, SHE'S DONE!

He picks her up again and HARSHLY throws her into the corner! Giving a NASTY chop to her sternum that rings throughout the stadium! NJC then gives her ANOTHER knife-edge chop, that sends her leaning against a rope in pain! Satisfied by this, NJC backs up and taps his knee- HE RUNS IN GOING FOR A CORNER KNEE STRIKE, BUT SHE MOVES OUT OF THE WAY AND HOOKS AN ARM AROUND HIS JAW- JENNINGS RUNS UP THE TURNBUCKLES AND BACKFLIPS, SLAMMING NJC HEAD AND BACK FIRST INTO THE MAT WITH A SHIRANUI!

Taylor: IT CAME FROM SCOTTSDALE TWO!
Romano: THE UNNECESSARY SEQUEL, AND SHE MIGHT JUST HAVE IT!

The US Champion quickly scrambles for a leg to hook, but NJC sluggishly rolls out of the ring and crumples onto the floor! Jennings wastes no time following him outside, holding her head! As NJC scrambles and leans against the announcement table- SHE HITS HIM WITH A SHOOT KICK TO THE STOMACH! NJC KEELS OVER AND DESPERATELY CRAWLS AWAY! She hits him with an AXE KICK and he falls back to the floor! NJC moves over and leans against the ring post, holding his hands out trying to plead with Dakota! She goes for a roundhouse BUT HE DUCKS, SHE SLAMS HER LEFT LEG INTO THE RING POST WITH SUCH A SICKENING THUD THAT MANY IN THE CROWD WINCE AS SHE SCREAMS!

ONE!

TWO!

Taylor: JESUS! JENNINGS' LEG!
Romano: IT MIGHT BE BROKE! SHE'S HURT!

THREE!

FOUR!

NJC looks back over to see her leaning against the barricade, holding her leg in pure pain and WASTES NO TIME WITH A QUICK CHOP BLOCK TO BRING HER DOWN! JENNINGS SCREAMS OUT AS HE SMILES TO THE CROWD!

FIVE!

SIX!

Taylor: AND NJC QUICKLY TAKES ADVANTAGE OF HER POSSIBLE INJURY!
Romano: Smart thinking!

Jennings tries to make it back to her feet but he HITS HER WITH ANOTHER CHOP BLOCK! He then looks over to the steel steps and picks her up, folding her left leg and DROPS HER WITH A SHIN BREAKER ON THE CORNER OF THE STEEL STEPS!

SEVEN!

EIGHT!

Taylor: SHIN BREAKER! ABSOLUTELY BRUTAL!
Romano: Now he needs to get back into the ring fast, he cant win via countout!

As she falls back to the floor, writhing in agony, NJC quickly rolls back into the ring and right back out to restart the count much to the referee's ire! He picks Jennings up and lifts her….

Taylor: Oh no, what is he doing?!
Romano: Wait…

NJC LIFTS HER INTO A CRUCIFIX POWERBOMB POSITION AND LOOKS AT THE APRON!

Taylor: WE SAW THIS IN HIS MATCH AGAINST AIDEN MERRIC, CROSS PUNISHER BOMB ON THE APRON!
Romano: THIS MIGHT BE WHAT FINISHES JENNINGS FOR GOOD!

Jennings miraculously slips OUT of the crucifix powerbomb and lands on her feet, nearly falling over as she cries out in pain and goes to hold her injured leg! NJC turns around and goes to reach for her- SUPERKICK! SUPERKICK WITH THE INJURED LEG TO NJC! HE IS LAID OUT!

Taylor: DKO MARK ONE! DKO MARK ONEEE!
Romano: LOOK, HER LEGS HURT EVEN WORSE!

She can barely stand, but she manages to roll NJC back into the ring! Jennings follows in lethargically and goes for the pin!

ONE!

TWO!

THR- NO! NJC RAISES THE SHOULDER UP!

Taylor: WHAT?!
Romano: HOW?!

JENNINGS CANT BELIEVE IT! NJC KICKED OUT OF THE DKO! She tiredly goes to the turnbuckles and climbs up them, favoring her right leg as she does!

Taylor: This isn't a good idea!
Romano: She's hurt bad, if she misses this it might be over for her!

Jennings waits for NJC to stir! He begins to stand, though he's clearly out of it! SHE GOES FOR A DIVING HURRICANRANA- IT CAME FROM SCOTTSDALE THREE, BUT NJC ROLLS THROUGH AND PUTS HER INTO A KNEE BAR IN THE MIDDLE OF THE RING!

Taylor: HE COUNTERS WITH A KNEE BAR! SHE MIGHT TAP!
Romano: THIS COULD BE OVER!

JENNINGS SCREAMS OUT AND ATTEMPTS TO ESCAPE BUT NJC HAS IT IN TIGHT! HE STANDS AND HITS HER LEG WITH A GROUNDED DRAGON SCREW LEG WHIP, THEN ANOTHER, THEN ANOTHER! AND THEN TURNS IT INTO AN INVERTED FIGURE FOUR!

Taylor: FIGURE FOREVER FOUR!
Romano: IF SHE VALUES HER CAREER, SHE SHOULD TAP RIGHT NOW!

She cries out in pure pain, but continues to struggle for the ropes! She claws and scratches! The referee asks her if she wants to quit but she REFUSES! But NJC holds it in tight, but WAIT- SHE BEGINS TO ROLL OVER, SHE REVERSES THE PRESSURE ONTO NJC'S LEGS BUT QUICKLY RELEASES THE HOLD TO SAVE HER OWN AS NJC CRIES OUT!

Taylor: SHE ESCAPED THE FIGURE FOREVER FOUR!
Romano: TAYLOR, LOOK!

As NJC tries to make it to his feet, Jennings wraps her arms around his waist, SHE LIFTS HIM IN THE AIR WITH A GERMAN SUPLEX, BUT GOES INTO A MID AIR CROSSBAR!

Taylor: DKO MARK THREE! SHE'S GOT IT LOCKED IN DEEP!

NJC THRASHES AROUND BUT THIS TIME SHE HAS THE ARMBAR PERFECTLY LOCKED IN! THE REFEREE ASKS HIM IF HE WANTS TO QUIT AS HE TRIES TO REACH OUT FOR ANYTHING, BUT THEY'RE IN THE MIDDLE OF THE RING! JENNINGS YELLS FOR HIM TO TAP!

Taylor: THIS MIGHT BE IT!
Romano: CARNER HAS NOWHERE ELSE TO GO!
Taylor: JENNINGS HAS THIS, NJC IS GOING TO HAVE TO SUBMI-

Taylor: WHAT THE HELL?!
Romano: THE INSURANCE POLICY!

BOOS ECHO THROUGH OUT THE ENTIRE ARENA AS THE PHOENIX CHAMPION AND ATC CHAMPION, ROB GARCIA AND KEITH WILLIAMS RUN DOWN THE RAMPS! THE REFEREE SEES THEM AND QUICKLY TELLS THEM TO LEAVE! DAKOTA DOESNT NOTICE AS SHE KEEPS THE CROSSBAR LOCKED IN! NJC STARTS TAPPING BUT THE REFEREE DOESN'T NOTICE!

Taylor: NJC IS TAPPING! HE SUBMITTED!
Romano: BUT THE REF HASN'T NOTICED!

The other two ReVenants yell and distract the referee who leans over the ropes to tell them off! The US champion realizes what's happening and stands up, looking at Garcia and Williams with rage! But someone climbs up the apron from behind as the chaos continues- IT'S SETH DILLINGER, THE PRESTIGE CHAMPION, HE STALKS DAKOTA!

Taylor: WHAT IS DILLINGER DOING HERE?! JENNINGS, LOOK OUT!

SETH SPRINGBOARDS INTO THE RING AND SOMERSAULTS, LANDING A STUNNER ONTO JENNINGS AND TAKING HER OUT! THE REF NEVER SAW IT AS HE QUICKLY ROLLS OUT OF THE RING!

Taylor: NO!
Romano: SOUTH PHILLY STUNNER TO DAKOTA JENNINGS! SHE'S DOWN!

The ReVenants, noticing this, leave with smiles on their faces as the referee turns back to a downed Jennings and NJC, who tiredly crawls over to her and weakly drapes an arm over her for the pin!

Romano: Please, not like this…!

ONE!

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TWO!

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THREEEEEE!

Ding. Ding. Ding.

Jessie Love: Your winner and NEWWWW AWF UNITED STATES CHAMPION… NEO JAMES CARNERRRRRRRR!

Taylor: This wasn't right!
Romano: That's just how the business goes, Taylor. Like it or not, NJC had a plan this entire time.

The referee hands the fatigued NJC the United States Championship. He looks down at as he bathes in the crowd's negative reaction, rubbing his hurt arm. NJC raises the United States Championship over the downed Dakota Jennings with glee.

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Dakota sits in the ring in shock at the result as Neo James Carner makes his way up the ramp with the United States Championship. The referee for the cage match Gabe Valentine slides into the ring. He checks on Dakota who slowly moves to her feet and stretches out the legs, favoring her left ever so slightly from that vicious submission hold of NJC. She looks up at the looming steel cage wired up above the ring and sighs.

Jessie Love: The following match is a steel cage match, the first to exit the cage with both feet hitting the floor will be declared the winner. In the ring already, representing the AWF, at 5 feet 6 inches and 115 pounds, from Scottsdale, Arizona … “The Firecracker” Dakota Jennings!

'Bohemian Rhapsody' hits the PA as the fans loudly boo in terror. The lights dim black with a spotlight shining lonesomely on the ramp. The venue shakes. Out from the back through clouds of smoke and white strobes arrives King Brad Swann, a white crown upon his head - an evil snarl on his grotesque face. The demonic psychopath slowly strolls down the ramp, hunched over like a gremlin... The single spotlight following his every move. He doesn't look around at the fans, keeping his distance. When he reaches the ringside area he makes a few slow laps of the ring, still just only the spotlight following him.

Jessie Love: Her opponent, from the Depths of Sanctification, fighting out of London, England … at 5 feet 11 inches and 225 pounds … he is the one true “king” of Destiny and the reigning FWA Professional Wrestling Champion … KING … BRAD … SWANN!

He eventually walks up the ring steps and enters through the middle rope. The hardcam zooms into his face under the spotlight, the crown shining atop his demonic guise. Slowly he raises his arms out, palms stretched, garnering a loud reception from the live crowd that despise his very persona.

Romano: Swann does not look like he’s here to make friends with Dakota.
Taylor: No sir Cassius, it looks like he wants to pick up the scraps of Dakota and move to the End of Days Finals next week at the global show.

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END OF DAYS TOURNAMENT SEMIFINALS MATCH
Steel Cage Match
Dakota Jennings vs. King Brad Swann

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The cage is slowly lowered into place as Swann merely stares daggers at Dakota who is leaning on the turnbuckle catching her breath as best as she can.

Swann: Before this night ends … you will kneel before your king.

Dakota: Yeah, Cross is waiting in the back for me after I kick your ass.

The cage is locked into place around the ring and Steve Tyrell takes HIS spot outside to operate the door. Gabe Valentine calls for the bell. Brad Swann charges in. Dakota pushes off the turnbuckle but is too late to avoid the shotgun dropkick ending her back into it. She bounces out and Swann hooks her and tries for the Steal! Dakota blocks the lift however and stomps on his toe then sends him stumbling back with a headbutt. She smiles a sick smile at the self-styled monarch. Swann looks at her and smirks. He then fires a right hand to her jaw. She recoils and then retaliates with a chop across his chest, then another, then another. Swann breaks up the combo with a headbutt of his own. A thin drip of blood runs down the firecracker’s face as she falls to a sitting position.

Taylor: Well this is certainly getting violent. The AWF crowd here in this … venerable … arena …. *he shudders* actually seem solidly behind Dakota here.
Romano: When the other option is that faux monarch gremlin … wouldn’t you cheer for whoever was facing him?

Swann lands a basement dropkick and scurries into an Anaconda Vice. He torques Dakota’s arm hard. She finds the strength to kick her leg up as he leans back with the hold and connects with his shoulder breaking the hold. She rolls to her knees and stares at him. He gets to his feet and sneers at her.

Swann: You will not stop me from my destiny! Don’t make me take your head!
Dakota: I’d be worried about your own.

Dakota rolls forward as Swann stands. Her foot lodges firmly between his legs with a thrust kick from the mat. The King’s visage contorts into a combination of pain, indignity, and rage. He drops to his seat and hisses at Dakota. She slowly gets to her feet and grabs his chin holding it close to her face.

Dakota: Ever play chess Bradley? The Queen is the real threat.

She hits the Shining Wizard sending him sprawling to the mat.

Romano: It Came From Scottsdale Taylor.
Taylor: Swann is reeling from that kick to the royal jewels.

Dakota wastes little time turning and walking to the corner where she climbs the turnbuckle. She reaches up and grabs the cage and begins to scale it as well. She is stopped by Swann holding his junk in one hand, nose bent sideways and trickling blood, other hand on her left leg. She steps back down onto the turnbuckle and he starts punching her leg. She kicks him away with the right leg then moonsaults off the ropes and onto Swann! She rains punches down onto his face and then stands up and wipes her mouth after assault. She runs off the ropes and hits a running senton. Swann sits up in pain. She kicks him between the shoulder blades. She picks him up and hits a snap suplex. Swann hits the mat and somersaults to his knees. He springs up and intercepts a charging Dakota with a pele kick.

Romano: Oof Swann halting the offensive showing from Kota with that spring kick.
Taylor: This match is going to be brutal.

Swann grabs her and charges to the ropes sending her face first into the steel. She bounces off and falls to the mat holding her face, the cut from the headbutt opening up again as a trickle of blood rolls to the mat. Swann laughs and picks her up. HE runs to the opposite ropes and launches her up as she crashes face and chest first into the cage and is send sprawling after the recoil. He mounts her and rains elbows to her face busting that cut open wider. He laughs and heads for the door. Kota reaches up and feels the blood in her face and looks enraged. Swann commands Tyrell to open the cage door. As he does Dakota kips up, wobbles on her left leg for a brief moment and charges. Swann turns to look and is met by the Springboard Dropkick.

Taylor: Cross-Dimensional Travel! Swann’s head is caught between the top and middle ropes hanging out the cage door!

Dakota reaches out and tells Tyrell to back off. She then Slams the door with ferocity onto Swann’s head. He gets launched backwards to the mat holding the crown of his head. Dakota now turns and has Tyrell open the door. As she steps through the ropes a blur flashes across the screen. Suddenly Dakota is sandwiched between the door and the cage by a dropkick to the door by one of the King’s court! Gareth Mitchell!

Romano: What is this asshole doing interfering!?
Taylor: That’s Gareth Mitchell who will fight for DW’s world title on their season opener at the end of the month!

Mitchell pulls the door open and slides Swann his crown and places something else inside the door. Dakota stumbles to the middle of the ring where Swann blasts her with the crown and place it atop his head.

Swann: I … will have … my victory.

He starts raining stomps down on Dakota. She covers up and eventuall sits up to her knees to stop the onslaught. Swann however grabs both her arms and pulls her forward right into a crushing knee strike to the side of the head. She slumps back in a heap. He laughs and slowly moves to the cage door. Dakota however slowly moves to her knees again. Swann looks back with a sickening smile and charges with a knee blast to the head.

Romano: Oh my God! The Perfect Ending! We’ve seen that knee strike combo in MCCW against the likes of Death Trap and Eichi Yamaguchi.
Taylor: You have to wonder if Dakota being exhausted is allowing this to happen.

He sneers at her and lifts her to her hands and knees.

Swann: I told you, you would kneel.

He lifts her head and stares into her eyes with those soulless white voids he calls eyes.

Swann: You would do best to remember your place and stay down while I take this tournament. It is my destiny.

He releases her with a shove.

Swann: Open that damn door, I’m bored with this.

He moves to the door but is stopped by Dakota falling forward and grabbing his foot. She pulls in and wraps around his leg. He sneers.

Swann: So be it… another mantelpiece.

Suddenly Dakota pulls his leg out from under him and springs up with the DKO Mk II! The cutter catches him by surprise and Swann is down. Dakota and Swann both stay down. Slowly they both begin to stir. Swann is first to his feet and stumbles right into a drop toe hold. She locks in an ankle lock on reflex. The hold seems to go on forever as she torques his left ankle hard. Swann is in agony and because Dakota is on her knees with the hold he can’t get leverage to turn over. He begins to crawl to the door. He sees a glint of light off some object on the floor. He slowly drags her forward. He reaches under the ropes after a minute in the hold. He swings the object and it connects with the neck of Dakota who crumples to the floor hit by the scabbard of a sword.

Taylor: HOLY HELL HE HAS HIS SWORD!
Romano: That damn royal simp slid it into the ring!

Swann sits on the mat unable to stand holding his left ankle. He admires the gleaming steel in his hand. Dakota has crawled to the opposite corner holding her neck and spitting blood, coughing for lack of breath. Swann slowly hobbles to his feet. He limps over to her with the sword but she pulls him face first into the turnbuckle then back body drops him over her and the turnbuckle and into the steel cage. Swann’s back echoes off the cage and he crashes on his neck on the apron. She begins to crawl to the door holding her neck stopping every so often to cough, spit blood, and catch her breath. Halfway across the ring she hears Swann roll under the ropes and to his feet. He lunges but his left ankle gives out.

Swann: STOP WHERE YOU ARE!

The sword slices the mat inches from Dakota’s left ankle. She hobbles to her feet and Swann lunges again. She ducks away. He swings wildly again at her from his knees as he knee walks at her. She drops to the mat and the sword slices the top rope causing it to sever and the turnbuckle to launch at Swann and catch him in the face busting his nose wide open and the sword to skid out of the ring, through the cage to the outside. Dakota just looks at him in horror. Swann somehow gets to his knees. DKO Mk. I! Swann crumples to the mat. He looks at her with vacant eyes as she stands over him. She places her foot on his crown … and stomps as hard as she can crunching it into some unfamiliar shape.

Dakota: Sorry “my liege” … I have a date with the finals.

She begins to climb the cage. As she reaches the top she is met by a steel chair to the face from Gareth Mitchell who has set up a ladder and climbed it. Dakota comes flying off the top of the cage and Swann springs up catching her with the Fine Ending!

Taylor: NO THAT DAMN ROYAL SIMP HAS COST DAKOTA THE MATCH!
Romano: After that fall and DDT, she must be done. She’ll be lucky to survive.

The force of the falling Dakota has taken the wind out of Swann as well. He slowly begins to inch his way to the closest cage wall. He climbs the ropes, then the cage. Ever so slowly as Dakota slowly crawls to the corner barely able to move. Blood pooling around the mat and staining her already ginger hair a shade of crimson as that original cut has opened up again. Blood is pouring down the nose of Swann as well. He finally reaches the top of the cage and drapes his arms over.

Swann: Gareth! Assist me! I mustn’t fall, my ankle …

Gareth moves the ladder and climbs back up. He reaches over and slowly, gingerly pulls Swann over the top of the cage. He sets him onto the ladder. Gareth climbs down one step in front stabilizing his king. As Swann moves down the ladder he laughs. The bell rings.

Jessie Love: Your winner, by escaping the cage …

Swann laughs as he places one foot on the floor.

Jessie Love: And both feet hitting the floor first …

Swann’s eyes go wide as he realizes he is still on the ladder …

Jessie Love: and advancing to the finals of the End of Days tournament … DAKOTA JENNINGS!

Swann drops to the floor and looks over as Dakota has spilled out of the door and landed on the floor while he was on the ladder. She lays there a bloody mess. Swann is irate but can’t bring himself to move on his injured leg.

Dakota: Check … mate … Bradley.

Cross Recoba runs to the ringside area to help her up. He raises her arm as a smile forms on the Firecracker’s face. The upset and performance of the tournament happened right here at Fright Night.

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"I'm On Another Level" by Tommee Profitt plays for 30 seconds before Guillotina walks down the stage slowly with MIA by his side and the Narrator behind, waving at fans and signing kids t-shirts with his name. MIA and The Narrator accompany him and take their place by the barrier at ringside.

Jessie Love: The following FALLS COUNT ANYWHERE match is scheduled for ONE FALL and is for the AWF Prestige Championshiiiiiip! Introducing first... from New Earth... weighing in at 200 pounds... GUILLOOOOTIIIINAAAAA!

The crowd lets out a loud YAHHHHHH along with the challenger.

Romano: This is sure to be an interesting match. We have a veteran of the company facing off against one of the hottest newest talents.
Taylor: Indeed, but Guillotina is not just any new talent. He made his impact with that battle royal at Beach Blast, and looks to ride that momentum straight to the top tonight.
Romano: And he's bringing some insurance in the form of his friends MIA and The Narrator to watch his back.

"Aw, fuck yo' headphone!"

"Timebomb" by Beck blasts into the arena and all the lights change to a cool shade of neon blue. The fans immediately react with a cascade of jeers.

Taylor: It's still so weird to hear the fans react to Seth Dillinger. This time last year, he couldn't walk into a room without the roof coming off the place.
Romano: People change, Taylor. Dillinger found a new path to walk and he's walking it, regardless of what the fans take. Takes a lot of courage.

Guillotina paces around the ring, hyping himself up with the ring cast in a cool blue shade of light. However, Dillinger never appears at the top of the ramp. What DOES happen, though, is a figure slides over the barrier opposite from MIA and The Narrator. The figure slides into the ring, spins Guillotina around, and FLATTENS him with a jumping boot to the face. Guillotina flops down onto the mat and quickly bounces back up. He turns back to his attacker who responds with a NEON CRASH! Guillotina is back down onto the mat again. He scrambles back up... NEON CRASH! This one takes him off-balance and squares him up for the attacker to charge him with a running knee right into the neck. Guillotina goes down. The crowd begins to unleash boos in the direction of the attacker, who of course, throws his hoodie back to reveal the face of Seth Dillinger, grinning ear to ear.

Dillinger: How's it feel to get attacked out of nowhere, Tina?

Taylor: You were saying about COURAGE, Cassius?
Romano: Seth's doing what he can to even the odds! It's a 3-on-1 out there!

Seth rips off his hoodie and tosses it to ringside. He does notably have on a cloth mask, along with a plastic faceguard, complete with sterile gloves and long sleeve shirt and jeans.

Taylor: Oh come on, he's going to fight in that?
Romano: He is just being safe! Hell, we should all have personal protective equipment like that!

Seth sees MIA and The Narrator moving towards the ring to try to help their friend, but Guillotina waves them off. The referee holds Seth back and leans down to check on Guillotina who nods and says he's good to go.

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AWF PRESTIGE CHAMPIONSHIP
Falls Count Anywhere
Seth Dillinger (c) vs. Guillotina

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DING DING DING!

With the bell rung, the match is underway. Seth pushes the referee out of the way to rush at Guillotina, driving him back against the corner post. Seth whips Guillotina across the ring and into the opposite corner. Seth follows up and runs up Guillotina's leg, hitting him in the side of the face with a corner enzuigiri! Guillotina holds his head and stumbles forward out of the corner, leading Seth to grab him and toss him over the top rope to the floor outside.

Romano: Seth wasting no time taking advantage of the match type!

Seth follows him out and the referee comes with him. Guillotina scrambles away and barely gets back to his feet before Seth catches up and grabs him by the back of the head, smashing Guillotina's head with a forearm smash. Guillotina continues to stumble forward, this time off the side of the ramp to the ring and into the crowd. The fans in the area disperse as Dillinger hops over the barricade and follows up, stomping the back of Guillotina's head. He screams at the crowd nearby.

Dillinger: Back up! Six feet of space! Social distance!

In order to punctuate his point, Dillinger goes to a nearby event staff member and takes a sanitary spray bottle from her, then begins spraying the crowd around him, forcing them to back off or eat a face full of chemicals.

Taylor: Oh come on!
Romano: Safety first, Taylor. Don't you listen to Dr. Faucci?

Once the crowd is back a satisfactory distance, Seth grabs Guillotina and walks him through the empty space over towards the corner, where he flips him over the barrier. The two of them disappear behind a curtain to the backstage area. Moments later, the cameras cut to a dimly lit corridor, covered with metal pipes and cracked brick. Dillinger grabs Guillotina and holds him up against one of the pipes, craning his back against it as hard as possible. Guillotina lets out a yelp of pain as his back twists and contorts...but he manages to get a hand up behind Seth's neck! Quickly, Guillotina drops to the ground and brings Seth's neck down, smashing his chin directly into the metal pipe with as much force as possible!

Taylor: THAT is gonna hurt in the morning!
Romano: Seth might need to see a dentist after that.

Seth drops to his knees holding his jaw and screaming. He spits a few times and blood begins to come out of his mouth, indicating that *something* is probably broken in there. Stunned by the sight of his own blood, Guillotina follows up behind him and grabs Seth, picking him up and tossing him through a nearby door. Seth crashed through the door into the stairwell leading to both the basement and the upper walkways of the building. Guillotina follows through, now looking relatively healthy compared to the bloodied up Dillinger. Dillinger clambers to his feet and Guillotina seizes upon him, dropping two fists into his shoulderblades to keep him on the ground. Seth grabs onto a nearby railing to pull himself up to his feet. Guillo tries to boot him in the midsection, but Seth pushes himself sideways at the last second, causing Guillotina to kick concrete instead. Seth turns and fires off a punch, which staggers Guillotina, but Guillotina is more familiar with the ways of striking and fires back with a punch of his own that blasts Seth backwards. Seth teeters at the top of the staircase going down into the basement of the building, managing to just catch his balance... but GUILLOTINA RUNS AND KNEES HIM IN THE BACK! SETH FLIES FACE-FIRST DOWN THE CONCRETE STAIRCASE! His face connects with the railing and then scrapes against the concrete steps on the way down, before he tumbles a few more steps down and lands with a THUD at the bottom.

Romano: Oh my god.
Taylor: That was BRUTAL!

Seth lays there for a moment as Guillotina watches from the top of the stairs. The referee asks Guillotina to hold off, waiting to see if Seth can get up. Seth's entire face is covered in blood, pooling on the ground beneath him. He's spurting from the scrapes on his face and the inside of his mouth, as well as a busted nose from that staircase railing. He slowly begins to move, dragging his body ever so slightly forward around the corner of the staircase. Eventually, he drags himself around and out of sight from Guillotina. The referee asks Guillotina to wait again and he refuses, not wanting to lose the momentum on Dillinger. Guillotina follows him in search of a pinfall attempt, but when he gets to the bottom of the stairs... all he sees is a darkened basement/boiler room area. Blood trails show the path Seth crawled, but in the darkness, they disappear. Guillotina pauses and hesitates for only a moment, staring into the darkness before him. He feels around on the wall near the entrance to the basement for a lightswitch and finds one, but when he flips it, it doesn't do anything.

Taylor: I don't like this one bit.
Romano: It's Fright Night, Taylor. Enjoy the ambience!

Guillotina takes a step into the underbelly of the arena as the cameras switch to night vision. In an eerie green glow we see rows of piping, machinery, and storage boxes lining this basement area, creating plenty of nooks and crannies. Guillotina cautiously advances.

Guillotina: Come on out, Seth. Face me!

Suddenly, something runs out in front of Guillotina! Oh, phew, it was only a rat. The crowd begins to stomp and chant, though underneath the arena it's hard to make out what they're saying. All it does is making the ceiling of the basement rumble and shake, shaking loose plenty of dust and dirt from the ceiling.

Taylor: Just get out of there, Guillotina! Before Freddy Kreuger shows up!
Romano: You know that movie is fiction, right?

Nightmare on Elm Street might be fiction, but that doesn't stop footsteps from charging at Guillotina in the darkness, stepping up one of the crates strewn around, and leaping into the air! Seth Dillinger throws his entire body at Guillotina, slamming him against a piece of giant HVAC machinery. Guillotina screams out in pain from something, but in the darkness, it's hard to see what has happened. Seth lands on the ground and is drained from energy again, but crawls his way along the dirty floor towards the exit on the other side of this hellacious basement.

Taylor: Wait... Guillotina's arm... is that...
Romano: Oh, no.
Taylor: I am gonna be sick.

The cameras move in close to find what's wrong with Guillotina and in turn, they find that he has gashed his arm open against an exposed, sharp piece of metal on the edge of the machinery. Guillotina winces and then just pulls his arm away from the machine, causing flesh and skin to tear and rip. Immediately, the wound begins to bleed down his arm, but he soldiers on in search of Dillinger.

Taylor: Shouldn't we have medical look at that?
Romano: Listen to the ref, Taylor. The ref will stop the match if he thinks it needs to be stopped.

Guillotina finds Seth crawling up the steps from the basement on the other side and he grabs him by the legs, dragging him up the concrete stairs back to the main level of the arena. Once they're at the landing, Guillotina goes for the cover and the ref drops to count.

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT!

Seth manages to get a shoulder up and quickly coughs up some more blood in the process. Guillotina shakes his head and sits up from the pin, finally looking at his arm's wound in the light. It's pretty gnarly and he touches it and winces, his arm covered in blood now. The referee asks him if he wants to continue and Guillotina nods, dragging Seth up to his feet and forcing him through the door back out into the main cooridor.

Romano: I was wondering how much blood was appropriate for Fright Night. I think we have our answer.

The two bloodied combatants proceed into the hallway, where Guillotina slams Seth face-first into a craft services table, sending little bags of chips and coffee creamer packets flying off the table. Guillotina takes the back of Seth's head and drags it along the table, knocking even more plasticware out of the way before unceremoniously tossing Dillinger to the ground. Seth continues to crawl away, which has not been very successful thus far. He flips over onto his back and heaves, catching his breath. Guillotina leans over to pick him up but Seth gets two feet up and grabs Guillotina's head when he bends down, flipping him high up into the air with a monkey flip! Guillotina flies through the curtains nearby and crashes to a halt at the top of the ramp back out in the main arena area. Seth finally gets back up to his feet for the first time in a while and stumbles through the curtain onto the entrance ramp as well.

Taylor: I'm just glad we're done with the basement!

Seth staggers out through the curtains and pauses for a moment, scanning for Guillotina, who he finds on the ground off to the ring. Guillotina pulls himself up to one knee and runs (well, jogs) at him to hit him with a knee strike, but Guillotina ducks it! He follows up with an elbow to Seth's knee, buckling the Champion down to the ground, then squares up and hits him with a forearm smash to the face. Seth reels back and follows up with a headbutt of his own, knocking Guillotina back. Both of them reel back and deliver simultaneous elbows to each other's face, knocking each other down at the top of the ramp!

Romano: Both men have spent so much energy to get to this point, it's going to become a matter of who can go that extra distance!
Taylor: Speaking of which... what's going on over there?

There's a commotion in the crowd at ringside, but Seth and Guillotina don't notice. The crowd begins to move to make way for someone... or someones. MIA and The Narrator turn around to check the commotion, but it's too late! They turn and are met with stereo boots to the face from none other than Keith Williams and Rob Garcia. Both men smirk as they take time hopping the barrier.

Taylor: Dammit! I knew the ReVenants would get involved! Seth has some kind of deal with them.
Romano: Hey, it's Falls Count Anywhere! And Guillotina brought people to ringside, too!

Rob drags the Narrator up to his feet and hooks him, with some help by Williams. They flapjack him into the air and then PLANT him with a spike DDT!

Taylor: Call of the Wild! Come on!

Rob cackles at putting down the Narrator. That's when Neo James Carner joins in from the crowd, brandishing two pairs of handcuffs. He grins as he claps a pair on each of MIA and Narrator, and then claps the other end around the railing at ringside to make sure the two of them are firmly in place.

Romano: This doesn't bode well for Guillotina.
Taylor: Guillo! Look! Watch out!

Dillinger and Guillotina are alone at the top of the ramp. Guillotina is stuck and bleeding from his arm. Dillinger's face has been painted red. Guillotina struggles up to his feet and charges at Seth, driving a knee into the side of his face. Seth slumps down to the ground, dripping blood everywhere as Guillotina stalks over him.

Romano: It's a good thing this match is last, because that place is now filthy.
Taylor: It was already filthy before! But Dillinger's adding to the mess!

Seth wipes away blood with his hands, just trying to clear his hair out of his face so he can see. He brushes his hair aside just in time to see a boot coming down from Guillotina onto his throat. Seth barely manages to get his hands underneath the boot, struggling against him, doing everything in his power to stop his throat from being crushed. The two hang there for what seems like an eternity, until Seth is finally able to swing Guillotina's feet out from under him, knocking him down. Seth rolls over and gasps for air, his chest heaving up and down.

Taylor: Seth might be wiped out!
Romano: Guillotina isn't moving either!

Both men lay there for a moment. MIA and The Narrator have come to at ringside and realized their predicament as they struggle against the handcuffs strapping them to the railing of the ringside area. They begin to frantically tug at their shackles to attempt to free themselves because they now see the danger headed up the ramp. As a unit, all three ReVenants have recovered and are marching up the ramp towards Guillotina. Once they get there, they surround him. Guillotina stands up and finds himself surrounded... ONLY TO GET BLASTED WITH THE AROUND THE CLOCK CHAMPIONSHIP BY KEITH WILLIAMS!!

Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Guillotina gets taken down again. He slowly struggles his way back up, his arms shaking, his muscles digging deep for those energy reserves. He gets back up to his feet, just barely... ONLY TO BE BLASTED WITH THE AWF UNITED STATES CHAMPIONSHIP BY NEO JAMES CARNER!! The title sinks into Guillotina's forehead and takes him down, ripping away some skin. Guillotina goes down with a thud as Carner admires his work.

Taylor: This is despicable! Guillotina is getting assaulted three-on-one, and nobody's around to help.
Romano: The ReVenants were smart to remove MIA and the Narrator from the equation. Just the way business is done in a match like this.

Guillotina is now the one wiping blood away from his face as he slowly rises up to his feet to find Rob Garcia staring him down. Guillotina struggles to see clearly and stumbles a bit, but eggs Rob Garcia on.

Guillotina: COME ON! COME ON!

Guillotina's shouts grow more aggressive. Garcia grips the Phoenix Title in his hands... and throws it on the ground!

Taylor: What!?

Guillotina looks down at the title for a moment, confused... GIVING GARCIA TIME TO LEAP INTO THE AIR AND GRAB HIS HEAD, PLANTING IT INTO THE TITLE WITH THE OVERDOSE!

Taylor: Overdose!
Romano: Lights out, Guillotina!

Dillinger manages to stand up and crawl his way over to Guillotina's bloodied body and flop down on top for the count.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

DING! DING! DING!

Jessie Love: Here is your winner... and STILL AWF Prestige Champion... SETTTHHHHH DILLINNNNNGGEERRRRRRRR!

"Timebomb" by Beck hits as the crowd unleashes another round of jeers. A bloodied Seth Dillinger is handed his title. He looks up at the three men standing above him and stands to his feet. The timekeeper comes over with the AWF Prestige Title and offers it up. NJC snatches it. He takes a step forward and leers down at the Prestige Championship in his hands, hesitating for a moment... before handing it over to Seth Dillinger. Seth takes it and clutches it to his chest and stumbles a bit, causing Neo to offer a hand to stabilize the Champion. Seth takes it and hobbles to his feet, surrounded by Keith and Rob. Both men give Seth a silent, knowing nod. Seth looks over to Neo, who nods as well. A grin slowly grows across Seth's face.

Taylor: What's happening here!?
Romano: Is Seth becoming a ReVenant!?

Seth turns and forms a chain of hands with the rest of the ReVenants, and all of them hoist their arms high into the air in celebration. Seth with his Prestige Title, Neo with his United States Title, Garcia with the Phoenix Title, and Keith with his Around the Clock Championship. The crowd boos at the sight of the four men standing tall.

Romano: That's a whole lot of gold in one place! All of it!
Taylor: If Seth just joined forces with the ReVenants... oh god. I shudder to think about what AWF is about to become!
Romano: I don't know, but those four belts in the same place at the same time certainly makes a statement!

The show fades out on the image of the ReVenants with arms raised, smirking, soaking up all the jeers the crowd has to offer.