The AWF Presents: Prestige 60 LIVE at The Civic Center
Nov 6, 2020 20:43:11 GMT -5
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Post by ForeverKuroi on Nov 6, 2020 20:43:11 GMT -5
Ascension Wrestling Federation Presents:
Live at the The Civic Center in Idaho Falls, ID.
11/7/2020
Capacity: 2000
In Attendance: 400
An upbeat melody plays to open Prestige as we transition to a scene with The ReVenants. Single file in a hallway with their backs to the camera, one by one each member turns around grinning with their respective championship presented for all to see.
So no one told you life was gonna be this way
Your job's a joke, you're broke, your love life's D.O.A.
It's like you're always stuck in second gear
When it hasn't been your day, your week, your month, or even your year, but
In sitcom style, each ReVenant has their name displayed in bold as they appear. NEO JAMES CARNER. ROB GARCIA. KEITH WILLIAMS. And last but not least, Seth Dillinger pops his head out from around the corner with the AWF Prestige Championship, shy about joining the trio until they all excitedly wave him over. SETH DILLINGER.
We'll be there for you
(When the rain starts to pour)
We'll be there for you
(Like we've been there before)
We'll be there for you
('Cause you're there for us too)
Joshing around like a group of close-knit friends, The ReVenants are shown crowding around a Popsi soda machine laughing about something and clinking their titles against each other. Cutting away to footage from Fright Night, Dakota is shown on the receiving end of a South Philly Stunner and Guillotina taking hit after hit with the championships of The ReVenants. As the music and picture slowly fade, there's a logo that materializes.
So no one told you life was gonna be this way
Your job's a joke, you're broke, your love life's D.O.A.
It's like you're always stuck in second gear
When it hasn't been your day, your week, your month, or even your year, but
In sitcom style, each ReVenant has their name displayed in bold as they appear. NEO JAMES CARNER. ROB GARCIA. KEITH WILLIAMS. And last but not least, Seth Dillinger pops his head out from around the corner with the AWF Prestige Championship, shy about joining the trio until they all excitedly wave him over. SETH DILLINGER.
We'll be there for you
(When the rain starts to pour)
We'll be there for you
(Like we've been there before)
We'll be there for you
('Cause you're there for us too)
Joshing around like a group of close-knit friends, The ReVenants are shown crowding around a Popsi soda machine laughing about something and clinking their titles against each other. Cutting away to footage from Fright Night, Dakota is shown on the receiving end of a South Philly Stunner and Guillotina taking hit after hit with the championships of The ReVenants. As the music and picture slowly fade, there's a logo that materializes.
It’s showtime, and Keith Williams is seen walking through the arena doors in the backstage area. He’s stopped by one of the workers.
Worker: “Ah! Mr. Williams over here!”
Williams walks over to the gentlemen and his name badge.
Williams: “Do I know you..? Stephen.. You know I’m just gonna call you Steve.”
Steve: “First day. Anyways Mr. Steele has tasked me with showing you to your locker room.”
Williams: “I think I can find a locker room, kid.”
Steve: “No you misunderstand me. Because you and the rest of Revenants are at current AWF champions, and with the upcoming photo shoot, Mr. Steele has arranged for you to have your own private locker room.
Williams likes the sound to that.
Williams: “Well then! Lead the way.”
The two walk for a bit down the hallway stopping at a door. Steve opens it and Williams walks in. Lush carpet, leather couch, a full bar. The room almost looks like a luxury box. Williams takes a minute to breathe it all in.
Williams: “Man it feels good to be on top, although when someone is riding you just right, that feels just as good, if not better. Know what I mean Steve.”
Steve: “Sure, sir. Anyways I’ve got to go wait for the others. So you relax for a bit.”
Steve leaves, and Williams goes over to the bar.
Williams: “Something to wet my whistle…”
Williams then notices the large mirror on the wall, and walks over to it.
Williams: “Damn!! I am one sexy-ass motherfucker. Look at this face, this body, this ass.”
Williams turns around to admire the room.
Williams: “It feels good to be on top.”
With his back turned his “reflection” smacks him the back of his head, Cause Williams to turn around.
Williams: “The hell?”
Williams notices his hair is slightly messy, He reaches into his pocket to retrieve a comb.
Williams: “Got to look good for the photo shoot.”
As he combs his hairs, he closes his eyes, and as he does so his “reflection” bend over to untie his shoe. Quickly moving back into place.
Williams: “When did that happen?”
Williams goes to tie his shoe, with his head down, his “reflection” catches him in the mouth with a very stiff-looking knee. Causing him to fall over backwards. Williams looks up as the “reflection” steps out of the mirror's frame.
Williams: “The fuck!”
Williams scrambles for the bar grabbing a bottle of Wild Turkey, and goes to smash across the head of the doppelganger only to have his wrist grabbed in mid swing. The doppelganger unloads a vicious headbutt causing Williams to stumble over the bar. Williams goes to grab something to help him, but is immediately grabbed by the doppelganger and Dead-Lift Suplexed over the bar and onto the floor. Williams cries out in pain, as his double kips up with ease. The doppelganger grabs Williams off the floor. Williams counters with a quick elbow to the gut and makes for the door, scrambling out the room and down the hallway like a blonde in a horror movie. As he runs down the hall. He passes by Cheez in catering standing there with a cheese platter. The camera pans back to see the doppelganger still following Williams. Williams grabs the cheese platter from Cheez leaving him standing there with just a cube of Colby on the end of a toothpick. Cheez non-chantilly takes a bite of the cheese, as Williams chucks the tray at his pursuer like a frisbee. The doppelganger catches in with ease. Williams runs to the other end of the hallway to a door. On it hangs a sign Jackson Steele.
Williams. “Mr. Ste…”
Williams feels a hand on his shoulder. The doppelganger grabs Williams and throws him into the wall. Williams falls to his knees. The doppelganger continues it’s assault with a stiff kick to Williams' kidney with enough force to lift him off the ground. Williams coughs and begins to gasp for air. The door to the office opens as a ref steps out of the room.
Ref: “Alright Mr. Steele.”
The doppelganger lifts Williams up with a German Suplex slamming his shoulders into the floor. The ref shrugs his shoulders, and drops to the floor and begin to count.
ONE!
TWO!
...NO!
TWO!
...NO!
The imposter Keith Williams grunts in frustration and runs off. Keith Williams, the real one... at least, the one we think is real... is left confused as hell.
"Hunt You Down" by UNSECRET feat Vo Williams plays. The 6'9" footer walks a few steps on the entrance platform and stops to perform Boxing Skipping for a few seconds. When he stops skipping two pyro explodes goings upwards and away from each other at a 20 degree angle. The Narrator then takes off his shirt to reveal his incredibly muscular torso, then he runs down the ramp and gets in the ring sliding under the first rope, he then performs skipping until the match starts.
Taylor: This man is absolutely huge!
Romano: And this is his debut in the AWF!
bob comes out with his smaller construction equipment as he rides to the ring on Dizzy, he waves Maxwell around, making Maxwell quiet sick. Maxwell starts throwing up as he's waved around and Bob gets into the ring.
Taylor: And here is Bob The Builder. Why does he look so familiar?
Romano: ...Don't break kayfabe now!
"Bad Weather" by In Her Own Words hits the speakers. As the song kicks it up a notch and gets heavier, Spike Skye comes out with a big smirk on his face, hearing a positive reaction from the fans as he throws up a set of peace signs before coming down the entrance ramp, high fiving a few fans.
He climbs the steel steps, wiping his boots on the apron before standing on top of the second rope. He shouts "C'MON!" to get the crowd riled up, before doing a rope assisted cartwheel into the ring, doing a few short hops as he backs himself into the corner, preparing for this match ahead of him.
Taylor: And here comes Spike Skye again.
Romano: He hasn't won a match quite yet but maybe things will change.
Comes out to the arena to wherever "The Prophesier" is wrestling at, with his custom made Harley Davidson Motorcycle riding it down the ramp to the tune of Michael
Sweet's "Shine" which can be found here which is Sylvester"The Prophesier" Calvin's Theme Music And Video Entrance.
Taylor: The Prophisier is back!
Romano: He's a big man but size isn't everything.
Tag Match
The Narrator & Bob the Builder vs. Spike Skye & Sylvester Calvin
The bell rings with Spike Skye and Bob The Builder in the ring. They move forward for a lock up. Their respective partners are at the ring aprons. Spike goes forward for an arm wrench. Bob the Builder strains his arm in pain. Spike tries to go in for an early submission victory as he wrenches it in tightly, but Bob is ready for a comeback. Can he make a comeback? Yes he can! Bob reaches into his toolbelt and lays a whollop with a fist! Spike loses his grip. He lets go! Skye gets back up to his feet. The two men go to the center of the ring and lock up again. Spike wins the advantage this time and whips Bob into the free corner. Bob hits it especially hard and collapses against the corner. Spike follows up, diving at him with a spear... but he flips his legs up from the spear, locking hold around the neck of Bob. He leans back, flipping Bob The Builder to the mat with a hurricanrana! The crowd cheers as he holds his arms out wide. Spike Skye drops for a cover.
ONE!
...KICKOUT!
Romano: Spke Skye is picking up some steam!
Taylor: But Bob is also holding his own!
It's not enough. Skye once again goes to drag Bob back to his feet, but Bob staggers him with a... With a wrench! The referee sees that! Junior Referee Steve Tyrell sees that and goes to put a stop to it! He motions for the bell but before the bell can actually sound, "Supermassive Black Hole" by Muse plays. That's when the AWF CFO Terry Bradshaw plays. The few remaining fans allowed by COVID groan as Terry walks out with a gleam in his eye.
Bradshaw: This match will not end! Bill the Baker here is a nice young lad and he needs his tools in order to work!
Taylor: ...He knows this is a WRESTLING match, right?
Romano: Why do you ask? We all know he doesn't.
Spike Skye retreats while Bob strikes with a quick kick. Spike Skye is nearing his descent to the floor as he's recovering from this clearly illegal move. The surprising part is that the fans don't even hate this! Sylvester Calvin begins to catch the drift to know that no one is going to be disqualified so he jumps off the apron and bends over to see the weapons that are underneath the ring. He shuffles through, feeling about. He finally grabs a hold of a steel chair but as he pulls the chair out, he starts to choke. As he takes the weapon out, he finds tape measure around his throat. Sylvester Calvin jerks up. He's trying to take Bob from over his shoulders. But Bob can't be stopped! He can't be ripped off! Sylvester is in a panic! He grabs the steel chair AND HITS HIM! He doesn't want to be choked out from the tape measure! But Bob jumps off! Sylvester hits himself!
Taylor: Bob The Builder is a monster!
Romano: This isn't what you'll find on Angie's List!
Bob The Builder goes into the ring where Spike Skye is just getting back onto the ring. Bob The Builder kicks Skye in the stomach and picks him up in the air. JACK HAMMER! IT HITS!
...ONTO A JACK HAMMER!
Bob goes for a pin count:
...One1
...Two!
...Three!
Taylor: Bob The Builder just beat three men in the match! The ring is a blood bath!
Romano: Three? What about The-
Taylor: Bob beat the masculinity out of him.
Taylor: Bob pulled out the win for his team there!
Romano: He keeps up a flawless record here in AWF and Rob Garcia might do well to be looking over his shoulder at who’s coming up behind him.
Taylor: Our next match will be one that Garcia will want to keep an eye on ahead of his tag-team match tonight!
Romano: Before we go to Jessie Love with the ring intros we’re cutting to an XHF Network exclusive commercial!
The melody is unmistakable, “Turn to Stone” by Joe Walsh, but instead of the original it’s a sentimental and mawkish version with a female singer over a ukelele delivering a rendition that’d seem overly syrupy for an appeal for a Veteran’s charity.
Cross Recoba walks into shot in a kitchen that clearly isn’t his. He hastily finishes the cannoli in his hand as he ambles into shot. The irritation in being involved in this is clear.
Recoba: Life’s fast, I know how it goes.
He walks over to a counter where a ‘here’s one we made earlier’ tray of biscotti sits. Recoba scoops them up into his hand.
Recoba: We’d all like to do more at home and trying to get good food quickly is a task.
Opening the oven he slides in the biscotti and brings out a freshly baked tray. Recoba pops one into his mouth as they’re put down on the side.
Recoba: Oh man, just like my mom used to make! Now, the good news is that my Cross Recoba Baked Goods aren’t just quick to make, they’re amazing, much better than if you followed a recipe from that goose-stepping hag across the pond.
PLEASE NOTE: VIEWS ARE NOT THE XHF NETWORK’S!!
Recoba: But don’t just take my word for it, all your favourite personalities across the XHF Network can do my shilling for me!
The camera cuts to a shot of Top of the Class (Death Trap and Mistress Discipline) backstage at an XHF event, a tray of baked goods is shoved in their face.
Death Trap recoils in shock at seeing someone thrusting a metal tray in his face but his face lights up as he sees biscotti. Mistress Discipline walks in behind him and almost runs into him as he stops mid step.
Death Trap: Whoa I … holy crap free biscotti!?
Mistress Discipline looks skeptically at the metal tray as DT greedily grabs a chocolate coated biscotti and an almond biscotti and hungrily takes bites out of each.
Mistress Discipline: You may not wish to look a gift horse in the mouth but it would be prudent to determine who made those treats, and with what ingredients, prior to indulging. After all, the pies in our match LOOKED great on top but their high sugar content made them better sugar scrubs than editable art.
DT smirks at her and is about to reply with his mouth full when he stops. His face drops. He leans to the side and spits them into the trash.
Death Trap: Oh … oh no. Man, anyone who wants to cut weight for that Junior Heavyweight title would have no trouble doing it if their diet consisted of only those. Ugh, it’s like … it’s like they didn’t label their ingredients and used baking soda instead of powder and salt instead of sugar.
Mistress Discipline: So similar to Cross’s pies then? At least we do not have to worry about his soggy bottoms with these cookies. Still the leavening agent can be a bitter thing to swallow if you do not even try to spice it up.
Death Trap: Ugh how can a guy like Cross not make food? He’s ITALIAN! We excel at all food based pursuits! And his girlfriend is a great baker … even when drunk … and not even Italian or French. Just goes to show you business skills mean jack crap when it comes to the IMPORTANT things in life.
Mistress Discipline: Like food?
DT interrupts her as she finishes her question.
Death Trap: LIKE FOOD! *he looks at the camera* Whoever baked these biscotti … up your game bro! This is like hamster kibble.
The camera person audibly says “huh?” and the camera temporarily focuses on DT as if he had 4 heads with that comment.
Mistress Discipline: Wait are you saying that the British are failures in life because their cooking skills are limited to stealing spices and overboiling.
Death Trap: Pfft no. Have you seen Mary Berry? Legendary.
Mistress Discipline: Now she is a true Mistress of Baking.
The cameras cut to the XHF Head Office where Mongo sits at his office, he grabs a cannoli.
He puts it into his mouth. Chews.....chews....scowls....spits.
Mongo: Blech, this is awful. Who cooked this?
A staffer says something off camera
Mongo: Who? Cobra?
The staffer speaks up again.
Mongo: RE-Cobra? Man the names these guys come up with. Anyway no, this is terrible and I will absolutely not endorse whatever...
He gestures to the food
Mongo: ...this is.
Lastly, we get to Dakota Jennings who has almost certainly been made into an unwilling and badly treated guinea pig.
Dakota takes a bite.....
Jennings: It's, umm, how do I say this?
A pause as it looks like she's about to throw up.
Jennings: It's brilliant! I've never had a treat like this since Cross shared his nuts with me. Rich, creamy, tasty.
She reaches for a can of PBR, anything has gotta be better than what she has just been forced to eat.
The camera cuts back to Recoba in the studio kitchen. Boxes of cannoli, biscotti, and Genovesi are stacked either side of him on the counter.
Recoba: Now, these will be in the shops by the new year but come on, your nine ninety-nine gets you more than the best of wrestling all in one place! You can order through your subscription now and have these with you in time for Thanksgiving and, believe me, there’s lots of thanks to be had with these!
A graphic flashes up to provide the details on how to order.
Recoba: BUT WAIT! There’s more, if you order using the code ‘FUCKMONGO’by the end of tonight’s broadcast of Prestige we’ll throw in a Dakota Jennings’ Kill ‘Em All tee with your first order!
Reaching the end of his tether, Cross pushes out a smile worthy of a toothpaste commercial.
Recoba: Just remember, every baked good of mine helps to solve world hunger!
NOTE: None of the proceeds are put towards solving world hunger.
The cameras cut back to the arena as Jessie Love stands in the ring, ready for Cheez vs Xiaolong.
Jessie Love: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!
"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.
Jessie Love: Coming to the ring first, standing at six-feet even, and weighing two-hundred-and-twenty-five pounds….XIAOLONG!
Romano: Xiaolong will be looking to build on his impressive victory last time out.
Taylor: That’s right, Fright Night 4 kicked off with the Little Dragon beating out Sylvester Calvin and Jordan Cassidy in a rather convincing fashion!
Romano: Doing it in front of the larger XHF audience is always a great way to highlight how well you’re doing!
He reaches the ring and leaps over the top rope Luchador style and forward rolls to his feet in a dragon stance awaiting his opponent.
"Richard Allen George...No, It’s Just Cheez" by Less Than Jake resounds on the speakers as Cheez appears at the top of the ramp.
Jessie Love: His opponent, hailing from Madison, Wisconsin. He stands at five-feet and seven inches, weighing in at one-hundred-and-seventy-three pounds! CHEEZ!
Romano: Conversely, Cheez found himself outmatched in size against Bob the Builder.
Taylor: Would you fancy your chances when your opponent wields Maxwell’s Silver Hammer?
Romano: It’s a valid point, tonight though he knows he can redeem himself if he can take down his opponent!
Cheez slides into the ring and keeps his eyes on Xiaolong.
Singles Match
Xiaolong vs. Cheez
Nate Biggs is happy with his pre-match checks and signals to the timekeeper to ring the bell. Both men take a cautious approach as the match gets underway.
Romano: We said earlier in the show, Garcia has a match to prepare for later tonight but he’ll be keeping one eye on this match because the Phoenix title has always been hotly contested here in Ascension Wrestling.
Taylor: Outside of Aiden Merric’s record-breaking reign, the Phoenix title has been a hard belt to tame.
Romano: But if you look at who has held it, Natasha and Bloodied Fox to name but two, it’s a springboard to bigger things!
Taylor: Xiaolong is already a two-time holder, he could equal Goldberg’s record of three reigns if he gets a shot down the line!
A quick cut to the limited crowd shows a smattering of signs such as:
‘GAME OVER, LITTLE DRAGON!’
‘CHEEZ IS WORSE THAN BILLY MITCHELL!’
‘DYLAN BLACK - SPIT IN MY MOUTH!’
Romano: Both men seem to be feeling each other out.
Taylor: If you looked at the promos both men released in the build-up to this, it’s difficult to say if any of the mind-games give either an edge tonight!
Xiaolong takes initiative, being the more experienced wrestler, and gets a collar-and-elbow tie-up on Cheez. He uses his size and weight advantage to bear down on the Streamer and backs him up onto the ropes. Biggs steps in and asks Xiaolong to back away, which he does so before immediately going back with a rising knee to the ribcage of Cheez.
Taylor: Uncharacteristic move from Little Dragon.
Romano: You do what you need to to get the job done, you should know that much by now!
Sending the Streamer back against the ropes, the larger man whips him to the other side of the ring...Xiao drops down as Cheez continues onwards. This time Little Dragon leaps up and over his opponents who judo rolls through. Turning around, Xiao manages to block the hip-toss but his own counter is met with resistance.
Romano: Cheez is a relative newcomer to the grappling game but his fundamentals look sound.
Taylor: He’s keen to show them off.
Cheez shows some more gains in the ring as he returns the shot to the ribs and uses the doubled-over Xiao’s neck as a pivot to backflip out of the hold. His ability to bask in his prowess is short-lived as Xiao grabs his arm looking for a short-arm clothesline but Cheez ducks and grabs a waistlock. He rushes towards the ropes and rolls backwards…
Taylor: Has he got the element of surprise on his side?
ONE..
Xiaolong rolls backwards into his own pin…
Romano: Dragon showing why he held that belt on two occasions with his own chops there.
ONE…
CHEEZ KICKS OUT!
Taylor: Stylistically, Dragon favors a quicker, more strike-based offense but what can Cheez do to negate it?
The two men are back to their feet and Cheez looks to land a quick punch but Xiaolong ducks it and uses the momentum to scoop up his opponent for a bodyslam, he pitches him forward but Cheez gets a small package…
Romano: So far, the technical side of the game is looking to be giving him the best chance...
ONE…
Xiao once more reverses it.
ONE…
Again Cheez kicks out.
Taylor: We’ve got ourselves a stalemate in the early stages of the match!
The two men are once more upright and this time both come out swinging, trading rights and lefts at furious speed. Little Dragon gets the upper-hand as he ducks a punch and uses the momentum to capture Cheez in a Dragon Screw that sends him sprawling back to his feet and against the ropes. XIAOLONG CHARGES AT HIS OPPONENT AND SENDS THEM BOTH TO THE RINGSIDE AREA WITH A CLOTHESLINE OVER THE ROPES!
Romano: XIAOLONG JUST KICKED IT UP A NOTCH!
Getting to his feet first, Xiaolong looks to have gotten the better of the fall. He quickly yanks his opponent up and peels off a quick kick to the face of Cheez before following up immediately with a roaring elbow!
Taylor: Once more he’s going back to the eastern-rooted offense!
ONE...
Romano: With the power advantage he holds, it’s a conservative and safe approach for this period of the match.
With Cheez back down to the floor, Xiaolong improvises and snatches an ice-cream bar from a fan at the rails.
Taylor: What the….
Romano: Is it hungry work for Xiaolong?
TWO...
HE PUSHES THE ICE-CREAM INTO THE FACE OF CHEEZ AS HE LIFTS HIM TO HIS FEET….A BICYCLE KICK BUSTS OPEN THE TWITCH STREAMER!
Taylor: MODIFIED JELLY DOUGHNUT!
Romano: I have no idea what you just said!
Taylor: Urban Dictionary is your friend!
THREE…
Romano: Nate Biggs seems to be the only one not distracted and confused by what we just saw!
Xiaolong rolls his opponent into the ring and gets to the apron before leaping to the top turnbuckle…
Taylor: Dragon looks to take advantage from his unorthodox offense on the outside...
THE FROG SPLASH IS COUNTERED AS CHEEZ ROLLS OUT THE WAY AND HITS A DROPKICK TO THE FACE OFF LITTLE DRAGON AS HE BOUNCES UP!
Romano: It might just be survival instinct but Cheez just saved his own skin!
The momentum shifting, Cheez grabs a front-facelock and quickly pushes his advantage with a snap-suplex Rolling through he lands a second, and once more he hangs on. This time though, Little Dragon is wise to the move and blocks the suplex with his leg, he looks to change the momentum with a headscissors attempt but Cheez has it scouted and uses the move to hit a backbreaker and keep on top.
Taylor: The newcomer is keeping up with the established AWF’er…
Romano: This could be a great win for Cheez to announce himself with.
A measured fist drop keeps the Streamer ahead and he is keen to stress that with a knee-drop to the skull that he rolls through to his feet on.
Romano: Focused offense from Cheez. If you look at both ways he can finish a match, they’re all about trauma to the skull.
Forcing Xiao to his feet, he whips him fiercely into the corner...RUNNING DROPKICK TO THE FACE!!!
Taylor: He’s building to something big it seems.
Romano: The crowd here are split down the middle for who should come out on top though.
½ theCrowd: LET’S GO CHEEZ! LETS GO CHEEZ! LETS GO CHEEZ!
Other ½ the Crowd: FUCK HIM UP XIAOLONG, FUCK HIM UP!
Xiaolong rests on the middle turnbuckle but his respite is cut short as Cheez lifts him up to the top turnbuckle….TOP-ROPE DDT!!!!
Romano: I’m not sure that we’ve seen Cheez use that move before but Xiaolong could be out!
Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!
Both men are down but the video-gamer stirs and gets to his knees. He sees the prone body of Xiaolong and smells blood.
Taylor: Should he cover him now?
Romano: It’s a dilemma you can find yourself in inside the ring, if he covers him and doesn’t put him away then he should have gone for the killer blow but...
Romano is interrupted as Cheez reaches the top turnbuckle he takes a visibly deep breath…
Taylor: Could this be the Cheddar Header?
Romano: If he lands the diving headbutt, all bets are off!
NO-ONE’S HOME!!!!!
Xiaolong, who had rolled out of harm’s way, finds himself resting against the ropes with his eyes studiously trained on his opponent to start to move.
Taylor: Little Dragon is being smart here, catching himself but keeping an eye on his opponent at all times.
As Cheez gets back to a vertical base he’s rocked with a roaring elbow that sends him staggering back...XIAO FOLLOWS UP WITH A SLINGBLADE!!
Romano: A quick one-two and the match could be in the balance...
Smelling blood, Xiaolong leaps to the top-rope….BACKSTABBER!!!!
Taylor: DSD!!
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!!!
Nate Biggs signals for the bell.
Jessie Love: The winner of this match, as a result of pinfall….XIAOLONG!
Turn To Stone by Joe Walsh fills the arena as the lights dim and a single spotlight illuminates the stage. Out from the curtain steps Cross Recoba, a titanium cane with a golden lion's head handle in one hand, touching the crucifix with the other. The HCW Diamond title is draped over his shoulder. The crowd responds with a chorus of boo's for The Fox while Cross uses the handle of the cane to push his shag hair cut from his face, flicking his head back confidently as he grins out at the audience obnoxiously. He holds up the cane that has caused so much trouble in the past to an even more venomous response from the fans, and he begins down the ramp still holding it aloft.
Jessie Love: "Coming to the ring, sttanding at six foot one and one inch, and weighing in at 230 pounds, hailing from New York, New York. and the self-proclaimed 'Box Office Smash of AWF'..... , 'THE FOX' CROSS RECOBBBAAA!!"
Recoba reaches ringside and holds the lions head handle of the cane up to his lips and kisses it for luck. He sets the cane to rest against the ring steps and then climbs them up onto the apron, and with a wipe of his feet slips between the ropes. He pops up with both hands out at his side, walking forward as if putting his glory on display, and delivers an over-exaggerated bow that causes the fans to crow even louder in disdain. Cross stands to his full height and smirks, stepping over to the far corner to await the beginning of the match.
Taylor: The Box Office, himself- Cross Recoba! Coming off a major few wins to get back into the swing of things- He might be facing his biggest challenge yet.
Romano: Now that is an understatement. Subject #42 is no ordinary being. If I'm to be honest, I don't think Cross will make it out of this one alive.
Taylor: ….That's a little dark, don't you think?
Romano: Have you SEEN what he's going up against?
"In the Hall of the Mountain King" plays as the fans pop for the Freak. Subject #42 emerges at the top of the ramp, swings up its arms, and lets out a giant ragh for the crowd:
"RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
They join the beast. Subject continues its walk down the ramp stepping over the ropes and into the ring. May God have mercy on their opponent.
Romano: You okay over there, Taylor? You look like you just wet yourself.
Taylor: I-I don't think I'll ever get used to hearing that…
Romano: Neither will Recoba it seems!
Recoba moves back and forth energetically in the ring, albeit with a subtle look of nervousness as the giant mutant climbs into the ring- downright stepping over the top rope to get inside. The size difference between the two is astonishing as Recoba has to stare directly upward to look Subject in the face. Recoba backs up into his corner, simply staring- more than likely contemplating his career choices- as the referee stands in the middle of the ring, signaling for the match to begin. The bell then rings.
Singles Match
Cross Recoba vs. Subject #42
Recoba carefully circles around the ring carefully, keeping his eyes on his opponent. Subject simply stares back, it not making a move with a mean glare on its face. Recoba seemingly offers for an elbow tie up as he moves forward and Subject begins to reach out for it as well- Recoba steps even forward- BUT THEN ROLLS UNDER THE MUTANT AND GOES FOR A SCHOOLBOY PIN-... Except the problem is, Subject doesn't budge an inch.
Taylor: Oooooooh boy.
Romano: This is already off to a bad start for Recoba.
Recoba sheepishly smiles up at the mutant BEFORE IT REACHES DOWN AND LIFTS HIM UP BY THE NECK WITH BOTH HANDS, GOING FOR A MASSIVE CHOKEBOMB- BUT RECOBA KICKS VIOLENTLY AT ITS CHEST UNTIL IT LETS HIM GO! HE FALLS BACK ONTO THE MAT, GASPING FOR HIS AIR AS HE QUICKLY SCRAMBLES FOR THE ROPES TO GET UP! He quickly throws a MEAN KNIFE-EDGE CHOP to its chest- sounding like a shotgun blast, but Subject is… completely unphased with a deadpan expression on his face. Recoba blinks in disbelief. The audience isn't even sure to “WOO!” for the chop.
Taylor: Any other competitor that would have winded!
Romano: Subject #42 is NOT any other competitor.
Recoba goes for ANOTHER CHOP! Absolutely nothing again!
Subject #42: Ragh.
It motions at its chest with a smug look.
Taylor: I think… it's asking for Cross to give it his best shot?
Romano: I think so!
Recoba looks frustrated and goes for another chop! He gets a RAGH in response! Then another! Then another! After a while, he gives up and simples stares at the mutant with disdain- motioning for Subject to give HIM its best shot! Subject stares at him as if he must be joking, the nonchalantly shrugs, before GIVING A THUNDEROUS CHOP THAT ECHOES THROUGHOUT THE ENTIRE ARENA AND SENDS RECOBA ALMOST OUT OF THE RING WITH IT!
Taylor: JESUS!
Romano: DO YOU SEE HOW RED THAT HANDPRINT IS ON HIS CHEST?!
Recoba looks almost as if he's in shock, wheezing desperately before Subject pulls him into a front facelock- THROWING HIM ACROSS THE RING WITH A SUPLEX TOSS! It then goes for a lateral press pin!
ONE!
TWO!
THR- KICKOUT!
Taylor: The Box Office is not done, at least not yet!
Romano: You know, I'm beginning to think Recoba must be suicidal. If I was in that position- I would've allowed myself to be pinned.
As Recoba tries to reach out for the ropes for support, he gets lifted INTO A MILITARY PRESS- BUT HE HAPHAZARDLY ESCAPES! Subject turns around BUT GETS MET WITH A DROPKICK TO THE KNEE! It sends it stumbling back! Recoba realizes what he must do and GOES FOR A SPRINGBOARD TURN-AROUND DROPKICK INTO SUBJECT'S KNEE WHICH CAUSES IT TO ROAR AND FALL BACK ONTO ONE KNEE! Recoba turns around and pulls the mutant into a ¾ facelock, then BACKFLIPS AND LANDS INTO A SEATED POSITION, CRASHING SUBJECT HEAD AND BACK FIRST ONTO THE MAT WITH THE SIT-OUT SHIRANUI! HE HOOKS A LEG!
Taylor: SICILIAN TYPEWRITER TO A KNEELING SUBJECT! AND HE GOES FOR THE PIN!
Romano: This might do it!
ONE- KICKOUT!
Taylor and Romano: …
Recoba barely got a one count and the mutant is almost already stirring. He stares in complete terror at what he's facing as he begins to get up, backing away slowly as Subject gets up and leans against the ROPES AND RECOBA GOES IN FOR A RUNNING CROSSBODY THAT SENDS THEM BOTH OVER THE ROPES ONTO THE RINGSIDE FLOOR!
Taylor: OUT OF THE RING CROSSBODY! THAT MANAGED TO TAKE SUBJECT DOWN!
Romano: But you have to wonder about the damage it's done to Recoba as well!
Recoba holds his abdomen, standing with a wince but sees Subject getting back to his feet. He quickly climbs back into the rings and runs to the opposite side of the ropes- He rebounds and PERFORMS A SUICIDE DROPKICK, MILLION URA- WAIT! SUBJECT FUCKING CAUGHT HIM WITH BOTH HANDS!
Taylor: SUBJECT STOPS THE MILLION URA DROPKICK!
Romano: Such freakish strength!
Recoba stares in silently fear, silently begging for mercy as he shakes his head no. An almost sinister grin appears on Subject's face as it begins to shake its head yes. IT LIFTS HIM INTO A MILITARY PRESS AND SLOWLY TURNS TOWARD THE COMMENTARY TABLE!
Taylor: Wait.. Wait a second-!
Romano: I THINK ITS TIME TO MOVE!
Both commentators quickly get out of their seats and move out of the way AS SUBJECT THROWS RECOBA RIGHT THROUGH THE TABLE AS IF IT WAS CARDBOARD! RECOBA IS OUT LIKE A LIGHT!
Taylor: MILITARY PRESS INTO THE TABLE!
Romano: HE'S DONE FOR!
Subject picks Recoba's unconscious body up like a sack of potatoes and tosses him back into the ring before the count starts. It climbs back in and steps in right leg first- RECOBA GETS UP AND DELIVERS A DRAGON SCREW LEG WHIP, AWKWARDLY TWISTING THE MUTANT'S KNEE BRUTALLY AS IT YELLS OUT IN PAIN! HE WAS PLAYING POSSUM!
Taylor: DRAGON SCREW, RIGHT BACK TO THE LEG CROSS HIT THOSE DROPKICKS ON!
Romano: AS BIG AND STRONG AS SUBJECT IS, BONES ARE AFFECTED THE SAME! Recoba is trying to take the titan down-!
Recoba tiredly performs a LEG DDT TO SUBJECT'S ANKLE, CAUSING IT TO FALL BACK INTO THE RING WITH ANOTHER PAINED ROAR AS IT CLUTCHES ITS RIGHT KNEE- THE JOINT MUST BE JAMMED! As it struggled to use its left knee to begin to stand, Recoba rebounds off the ropes AND HITS A RUNNING KNEE- BUT THE CREATURE DOESN'T GO DOWN! Recoba doesn't waste time, rebounding off the other side and performs a RUNNING SWINGING NECKBREAKER TO THE GIANT- FINALLY TAKING SUBJECT DOWN!
Taylor: KNEE AND THEN THE NECKBREAKER!
Romano: He might actually have a shot at this, I stand corrected!
RECOBA QUICKLY GOES FOR A TIRED PIN!
ONE!
TW- NO, KICKOUT!
Recoba sits up and almost looks like he wants to start sobbing. He's running out of options as he gets up, attempting to lift the massive being up BUT SUBJECT HROWS HIM INTO THE CORNER! IT RUNS IN WITH A MEAN CORNER LARIAT THAT SENDS RECOBA'S LEGS FLYING UP!
Taylor: JESUS!
Romano: ...Maybe I stand corrected again.
It lifts the half-dead Recoba up onto the top rope, seemingly going for a superplex- BUT RECOBA DEFIANTLY DELIVERS ELBOW SMASHES INTO ITS FACE! It seems to do nothing as Subject continues to climb up- RECOBA DELIVERS FACEBUSTER INTO THE TOP TURNBUCKLE THAT STUNS THE MUTANT AS IT SITS UP ON THE TOP ROPE!
Taylor: FACEBUSTER!
Romano: Those turnbuckles are STIFF, that could've broken its face!
Recoba flips over the stunned mutant, clumsily landing on his feet back on the mat as he turns to face its back as it sits there dazed! He climbs up, and with fatigue, hooks one arm into a chickenwing- and then another.
Taylor: Wait… We've seen him use this against Vincent Draven!
Romano: HE'S GOING FOR A TIGER SUPLEX OFF THE TOP ROPE!
RECOBA USES THE ROPES TO SEND HIMSELF BACKWARD, SUBJECT ALONG WITH HIM INTO THE DIVING TIGER SUPLEX THAT DROPS THE MUTANT HEAD AND NECK FIRST, IT COMPLETELY GOING LIMP WITH A DISTINCT THUD ON THE RING! RECOBA LAYS ON THE MAT, SEEMINGLY STILL CONSCIOUS AS HE WEAKLY CRAWLS TOWARD THE DOWNED MUTANT!
Taylor: FALL OF VALACHI! FALL OF VALACHI!
Romano: I CAN'T BELIEVE WHAT I'VE JUST WITNESSED!
RECOBA THROWS AN ARM OVER ITS CHEST AS THE REF GOES DOWN TO COUNT!
ONE!
TWO!
THREEEEEEEEE!
DING! DING! DING!
Jessie Love: And your winner isss…. CROSSSSS RE-COOOOBAAAAAAAAAAAA!
Turn To Stone hits the PA once more as Recoba begins to stand, looking worse for wear. The referee raises his hand as he takes deep, fatigued breaths. He had managed to do what many considered was impossible.
Taylor: Did we really just see that? Recoba REALLY just did it! He beat Subject #42!
Romano: He just beat a former X*Crown champ, Taylor. Not only that, but one that was 7'0” and over 300 pounds!
Taylor: I see big things coming ahead for Recoba! He played smart here tonight and managed to survive Subject #42's brutality.
A ruler repeatedly smacks the palm of an undetermined hand and as we zoom out it isn't one person doing this, but a group of nuns! Huge, buff nuns to be specific. Encircling a single figure, they continuously smack their rulers, the sound echoing through the locker room. As a few of them part, we get a better look at the individual they're surrounding... Keith Williams! Dressed to resemble a priest, collar and all, the Father of Sleaze leads the women in a song as he rhythmically raises and lowers the AWF Around the Clock Championship over his head.
Taylor: Are we at church?
Romano: We most certainly are not.
Williams: We're gonna crush the devil! Yeah yeah yeah, we're gonna crush the devil!
Following along, each nun repeats the words sung by Keith as the ruler smacking continues without pause.
Williams: Cause if the devil ain't alive, the devil can't steal my title!
Going around to each nun, Williams allows them to press their lips against the championship as a means of blessing it.
Taylor: That doesn't seem like a lip service endorsed by God.
Romano: I apologize to anyone watching, this is not a reflection of any views held by the XHF or AWF.
Williams: They may have forgot, but I haven't yet, the Paragon of Sleaze's reign is incomparable!
Throwing the AWF Around the Clock Championship over his shoulder, KW claps as he sings now.
Williams: Fuck all the rest; I'll make a mess on their chest! This cowboy won't present his butt flower to no one!
Ending the clapping and singing, Williams signals for the ruler smacking to end.
Williams: Start testing those on your faces. I want to see welts!
Stepping out of the circle, Keith supervises as the nuns start to practice, harshly hitting each other in the face with the weapons.
Taylor: I highly doubt Keith is a verified priest, Cassius.
Romano: Nothing escapes you, Tommy.
Taylor: Are we at church?
Romano: We most certainly are not.
Williams: We're gonna crush the devil! Yeah yeah yeah, we're gonna crush the devil!
Following along, each nun repeats the words sung by Keith as the ruler smacking continues without pause.
Williams: Cause if the devil ain't alive, the devil can't steal my title!
Going around to each nun, Williams allows them to press their lips against the championship as a means of blessing it.
Taylor: That doesn't seem like a lip service endorsed by God.
Romano: I apologize to anyone watching, this is not a reflection of any views held by the XHF or AWF.
Williams: They may have forgot, but I haven't yet, the Paragon of Sleaze's reign is incomparable!
Throwing the AWF Around the Clock Championship over his shoulder, KW claps as he sings now.
Williams: Fuck all the rest; I'll make a mess on their chest! This cowboy won't present his butt flower to no one!
Ending the clapping and singing, Williams signals for the ruler smacking to end.
Williams: Start testing those on your faces. I want to see welts!
Stepping out of the circle, Keith supervises as the nuns start to practice, harshly hitting each other in the face with the weapons.
Taylor: I highly doubt Keith is a verified priest, Cassius.
Romano: Nothing escapes you, Tommy.
"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. Roger Riggs is with him, though Riggs is a lot more focused on the business at hand than Ruiz.
Jessie Love: Making his way to the ring... from Madrid, Spain... weighing in at 212 pounds... CARLOOOOS RUUUUIIIIZ! Making their way to the ring... from Madrid, Spain and Hollywood, California weighing in at a combined 407 pounds... CARLOOOOS RUUUUIIIIZ and ROGEEEEEER RIIIIIIIIIIGGSSS!
Ruiz 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. Riggs is already standing in the corner, ready to go.
Taylor: Unusual allies tonight as Carlos Ruiz and Roger Rigss team up tonight after both beating Spike Skye last week.
Romano: Strange partners can lead to beautiful friendships, though! Riggs almost kicked Skye into next week, and Ruiz showed his tenacity. Let’s see how they do against the ReVenants.
"If it bleeds, we can kill it."
"And we ain't got time to bleed."
"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 two mystery men? The ReVenants: Rob Garcia and Keith Williams! Rob is posed to the left, back to the camera with his arms and clenched fists out to the side of his body, while the other Williams is leaned over towards him and pointing at Rob with his 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.
Jessie Love: Coming down the aisle, weighing a combined 507 pounds, from Beverly Hills, California, and Raleigh, North Carolina, they are the XHF Phoenix Champion and the AWF Around the Clock Champion, Rob Garcia and the ‘Paragon of Sleeze’ Keith Williams, they are the REVENAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANTS!
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. Keith and Rob pose together in the middle of the ring. To really make it feel special, .several streams of red pyro go off behind them as they both stop posing now, taking to their corner and joking around with one another.
Romano: Business is booming for the ReVEnants, a group covering themselves with as much gold as they can! Keith’s the Around the Clock champ, and Garcia captured the XHF Phoenix Championship in last week’s main event!
Taylor: You can fan-boy a little less, Cassius. These guys are scumbags.
Romano: But champions.
Tag Match
The ReVenants (Williams/Garcia) vs. Roger Riggs & Carlos Ruiz
The bell rings. Rob Garcia looks at Carlos Ruiz, who has decided to start for his team with Riggs and Williams standing on their respective aprons. The Spanish Luchador and the one from Beverly Hills begin their battle by circling one another, both men looking for the opportunity and an opening to get their explosive offensive started. The first act of violence actually comes from Keith Williams, who clocks Ruiz in the back of the head when Ruiz comes too close. Garcia sees this and charges forward, delivering a missile dropkick to knock Ruiz further into no man’s land. The ReVenants tag in and out repeatedly, taking the time to stomp a collective mudhole into Carlos Ruiz. By the time the referee finally gets them to stop, the crowd is booing and Rob Garcia is once again the legal man in the ring.
Taylor: Already the ReVEnants are up to no good with the double team!
Romano: It’s like a Venus Fly Trap! You come too close, you’re gonna get clocked. Ruiz is a hot prospect, but you gotta keep eyes in the back of your head!
Carlos Ruiz is in a world of trouble early as Rob Garcia grabs him and shoots off a northern lights suplex, bridging it in the center of the ring!
...ONE…
Ruiz kicks out!
Taylor: Northern Lights Suplex from Garcia!
Romano: One of the prettiest moves in the game, a great bridge there too!
Garcia backs up off of the downed luchador, putting his hands up as the referee yells at him and checks on Ruiz. Garcia does not wait for the referee to finish his actions though, instead charging in to drop a running legdrop on his opponent, but Ruiz rolls out of the way! Back to his feet, Ruiz jumps up and delivers a hurricanrana, sending him into Ruiz’s corner where Riggs is waiting for a tag. Ruiz passes on this for the moment to bounce off the top rope, crashing down onto Garcia with a springboard moonsault! He hooks the leg!
...ONE…
...TWO…
Rob Garcia kicks out!
Taylor: The momentum shifts as the Spanish Luchador springs skyward!
Romano: He’s as agile as they come, I’ll give ‘im that!
Carlos Ruiz is kneeling over the body of Rob Garcia as Roger Riggs decides to take matters into his own hands and tag into the match. The move surprises Ruiz, who reluctantly moves out of the way for Riggs to attempt to lock in his grounded double chicken wing known as Busting the Perp, but Garcia instinctively hooks his leg into the bottom rope for the break and pulls himself out of the ring to catch his breath and recover. The crowd does not approve, but Ruiz makes him pay for it by launching off the apron and crashing down with a crossbody off the apron!
Taylor: Incoming!
Romano: Hey! Ref! Ruiz was not the legal man there!
The referee yells at Ruiz and has his attention off of Roger Riggs, who is standing in the ring looking at the action and not at The Paragon of Sleaze who comes in from behind with a discus elbow smash!
Romano: Queen Anne’s Revenge! Williams just nailed him!
Taylor: Hey, he’s not the legal man!
Romano: You gotta keep your eye on the ReVenants! They’re just taking advantage of knowing the rulebook in and out!
Before the referee can chastise him, Williams is back out on the apron, smiling at the crowd and giving his digits out to a female fan in the front row. He knows he has completely gotten away with one as the camera cuts back to Rob Garcia on the outside, who has made it back to his feet and slid back into the ring. Garcia waits for the downed Riggs to make it back to his feet and plants him in the center of the ring with a jumping and spinning DDT!
Romano: Overdose! This could be it!
Taylor: An impressive showing from the Phoenix Champ!
...ONE…
...TWO…
Carlos Ruiz saves the match for his team with a leaping elbow drop!
Taylor: Ruiz saves his new partner!
Romano: Riggs could have been done for right there!
The referee yells at Ruiz to get out of the ring, allowing Keith Williams to slide back in to keep Riggs down with a sliding European Uppercut! This time, though, the referee sees the sneaky offense and scolds him! The two men bicker back and forth, and somehow in the confusion, Roger Riggs has rolled up Rob Garcia!
Taylor: Ref! Ref! Turn around, damnit!
…
…
...The referee finally fishes dealing with Keith Williams!
...ONE…
...Rob Garcia kicks out!
Taylor: Damnit! Keith Williams bought his partner the time to kick out!
Romano: These guys could be the next XHF Tag Team Champions. Riggs and Ruiz are two talented up-and-comers, but look at that chemistry on display!
Roger Riggs is back up and hot about the count, knowing he would have just won if the referee had been paying attention. He waits for his opponent to make it back up to his feet before taking Garcia right back down with the Sudden Ambush! The rear-naked choke is applied and Garcia is left in the center of the ring to fend for himself!
Taylor: Sudden Ambush! Sudden Ambush!
Romano: Whoah! Riggs got him there! He’s trapped him and is cutting off his air supply rapidly!
Taylor: You can’t sleep on the Lethal Weapon!
Garcia begins turning new colors as he struggles to make his way towards the ropes. Keith leans out and stretches for the tag, but he’s just finger tips away from making it hap-- he gets it!
Romano: Tag made!
Keith Williams manages to hit Garcia’s out-stretched arm and rips Riggs off of his tag team partner, looking to put him away with the K-Driver! Riggs manages to shake himself out of the hold, landing behind Williams and soon also locking him into the Sudden Ambush as well!
Taylor: Riggs lands another ReVenant! What’s that you said earlier, a Venus Fly Trap? Riggs is tearing apart the ReVenants and choking the life out of them!
Romano: Keith’s gotta find a way out of this! I’m sure he can!
Keith immediately struggles for air, but his partner who is still down on the mat sneakily drives a thumb into Riggs’ eye, causing the Lethal Weapon to surrender the hold!
Taylor: Damnit! They’re cheating again!
Romano: A smart move there!
This drives Carlos Ruiz into a fury, who comes in and blasts Garcia with the Spanish Eyes before he can even stand, superkicking him all the way to Prestige 61! The crowd roars in approval!
Romano: Ref, Ruiz just took matters into his own hands there!
Taylor: It’s about time! Good for him!
The crowd is cheering and hyped up about the superkick as the referee finally gets control of the situation, slowly but surely ushering Ruiz back into his corner, but as he turns back, Williams has already locked Ruiz’s arms behind him and flipped over, locking Ruiz into the Ode to Alex Trebek! Riggs is unable to escape as his feet pound into the mat, just a bit short of the ropes! He is left no choice but to do the same with his right hand, tapping out!
Taylor: No!
Romano: And just like that, it’s over! The ReVenants reign supreme!
Announcer: Here are your winners, the team of ‘The Paragon of Sleeze’ Keith Williams and Rob Garcias, the REVENAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANNTS!
Rob Garcia rolls back into the ring, handing Keith his championship as the two men celebrate together with their belts raised high. The booing crowd is not at all pleased with their efforts. Ruiz just stands on the apron, shaking his head before hopping off and walking to the back with his hands on his hips.
Taylor: Carlos Ruiz had the speed and athleticism, and Riggs had the technical ability! They got screwed out of this match by the ReVEnants tonight!
Romano: That’s why they have all the gold, Taylor! The ability to get things done and adjust the rules to their liking. Well done!
The drum fill followed by the opening guitar riff for the title track off the fourth studio album by Canadian punk band Sum 41 begins to blare on the Ascension PA system. The fans begin to cheer as the lights go dark and a single spotlight appears on the ramp.
One, two, three, four
The rest of the band joins the guitar as Adam Sanders emerges behind the curtain. The fans give the Awkward One loud cheers as the spotlight follows his trek towards the ring.
Announcer: From Grand Rapids, Michigan, weighing in at two hundred forty pounds, he is the Awkward One… ADAM SANDERS!!
Well, I won’t be caught living in a dead end job
While praying to my government guns and gods
Now it’s us against them, we’re here to represent
And spit right in the face of the establishment!
Sanders walks up the stairs, walks down the apron a bit and puts both arms in the air. The fans continue to give loud cheers for the WCG competitor as he steps between the top and middle rope to enter the ring. He steps on the opposite turnbuckle, the chorus of the song becomes the backdrop for him to hop back into the ring.
Well because we're doing fine, and we don't need to be told
That we're doing fine, 'cause we won't give you control.
And we don't need anything from you,
'Cause we'll be just fine, and we won't be bought and sold, just like you
Taylor: Here is Adam Sanders, straight from his win at End of Days!
Romano: Well he has a Herculean task in front of him.
“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.
Taylor: Here is the big man Tarrasque!
Romano: Well we have a big match ahead of us.
Singles Match
Adam Sanders vs. Tarrasque
After the sound of the bell, Adam Sanders looks on at the freakish Tarrasque and how big he is. He throws a left but it almost looks like it doesn’t phase the Genetic Monster. Sanders’s eyes widen as he realizes that his move didn’t do anything before Tarrasque replies with one of his own, dropping Sanders to the mat.
Taylor: Adam Sanders just found out just how big Tarrasque is in person. And that first strike bouncing off of him stunned the Awkward One.
Romano: Adam’s game is usually in the striking and his underrated power. But that’s not going to work against the much stronger Tarrasque.
Taylor: The best way to fight someone like this is using more refined technical skills and perhaps even some aerial attacks for more momentum.
Romano: And none of those things are exactly Adam’s wheelhouse at this point in his career.
Tarrasque tosses Sanders easily into the corner and starts driving his shoulders into the torso of the Awkward One. He repeats this until told by Steve Tyrell that he has reached his limit. Tarrasque decides that he can still irish whip him into the opposite corner and charge behind him, but Adam is able to get his foot up, causing Tarrasque to stagger backward. Adam uses this opening to attempt a German suplex, but the size is a struggle for Adam to get in the air before Tarrasque with an elbow connects with the jaw of Adam Sanders.
Taylor: Adam Sanders couldn’t get Tarrasque up for a German suplex. This does not bode well for the Awkward One.
Romano: He’s going to have to find another path to victory.
Taylor: Both the Dream Breaker and This is Awkward requires lifting. He’s got a submission or two in his arsenal but it won’t be easy getting them locked in on Tarrasque.
Tarrasque lifts Adam up in the air, military press style, and drops him to the mat. He hooks the leg for the first cover of the match.
ONE!!
TWO!!
THR...NO!!
Sanders is able to get his shoulder off the mat to keep the match going. Tarrasque measures up Adam and nearly takes his head off with a clothesline. Tarrasque tries another cover.
ONE!!
TWO!!
THR...NO!!
Taylor: Adam Sanders isn’t letting Tarrasque get the easy win as he kicks out at the count of two.
Romano: Well, he’s going to have to figure out a way to stop being on the receiving end and attack Tarrasque.
Taylor: He hasn’t had an answer for the Genetic Beast so far.
Tarrasque leaps for a standing moonsault… BUT SANDERS MOVES OUT OF THE WAY!!
Taylor: And Sanders is able to evade that impressive looking moonsault.
Romano: The moonsault could also be another method to get in the head of Adam Sanders. Remind him he is both stronger and faster than the Awkward One.
Taylor: Think Tarrasque has the capability to strategize that?
Romano: No, but Marcus Anderson does.
Cameras cut away to Marcus Anderson telling Tarrasque to get back up from ringside. The moment Tarrasque starts to pull himself up, he takes a dropkick to the head from Adam Sanders, the first move that actually works from the Awkward One.
Taylor: And Adam hits the dropkick!
Romano: He’s no Adrien Cochrane, but it worked.
Taylor: Took advantage of Tarrasque being near the ground.
Romano: And no matter how big and strong you are, a dropkick to the head isn’t going to feel good.
Adam Sanders quickly jumps on Tarrasque and locks in his camel clutch called Death by Powerpoint. But almost as soon as he gets the move locked in, Tarrasque powers out of the move and snapmares Sanders and starts to choke him out with a dragon sleeper until Sanders is able to get his foot on the bottom rope.
Taylor: So trying a submission didn’t work out.
Romano: He’s trying all sorts of different avenues other than cheating to take down the big bastard.
Taylor: I know Adam won’t resort to those means.
Romano: Then it is his loss. Literally.
Tarrasque yanks Adam back up but this time, it was Adam who was able to turn it into a hammerlock. Tarrasque is able to power out of that and swings his arm once more, but this time, Adam ducks. He tries once more to take down Sanders with a big boot, but Sanders sidesteps and is able to use his lack of balance from the missed kick into a neckbreaker. The big man is down.
Taylor: And Adam has brought Tarrasque to the mat!
Romano: That might be the only thing Adam can do. Counter and take what Tarrasque gives him. But if he can’t hit the Dream Breaker or This Is Awkward, it’ll be all for naught.
Tarrasque starts to pull himself back up and Adam grabs him by the neck and positions his arm to go for either a suplex or perhaps his finisher, but he couldn’t fight off Tarrasque and his power to counter it into a brainbuster. Cover by Tarrasque.
ONE!!
TWO!!
THR...NO!!
Adam kicks out once more as Tarrasque, who turns back to Steve Tyrell to try to plead his case that it was three. As soon as he turns around, he tries to pull Adam back up, but Adam had other plans…
Taylor: THE LION SLEEPS TONIGHT!! Tarrasque didn’t see that coming!!
Romano: Tarrasque was caught WAY off guard with that. And he’s not near ropes to break out of this.
Tarrasque flails for a moment before Anderson suggests something from the outside to get him out of this predicament: lifting Adam into the air and slamming him into the mat as hard as he could.
Taylor: Powerbomb from Tarrasque!
Romano: Very good way for Tarrasque to get out of that submission. And now he laid out Adam in the middle of the ring and perhaps this time, it’ll be enough.
Taylor: He’s hooking the leg. Let’s see if it is.
ONE!!
TWO!!
THR...NO!!
Adam is still kicking out, despite all the punishment he’s taken. Appearing to lift him for Superman Flight to try to set up an ending for the match, Adam Sanders slips out of his grasp and lands on his feet behind him. As soon as Tarrasque turns around, he sees Adam’s right foot aiming at his head.
Taylor: Lightning Strike now!!
Romano: Tarrasque wasn’t knocked down by the kick though. He’s still on his feet.
But a staggered Tarrasque is enough for Adam to put him in a headlock, grab both arms and drive him into the mat for the Motor City Circuit. Every fan is on their feet as Sanders rolls him over for the pinfall.
Taylor: Could this be enough!
Romano: This might be his best shot to win without lifting him!
ONE!!
TWO!!
THR...NO!!
Taylor: And Tarrasque gets up before the count of three!
Romano: That might have been Adam’s only hope right there.
Sanders gets up, trying to figure out what he has to do to put the Beast down. Adam looks over at Tarrasque then at the corner. He knows what he has to do as he climbs the top rope.
Taylor: I think Adam is gonna fly.
Romano: Ugh, I hate that Pokémon move.
Taylor: Flight of the Dragonite!! And… it connects!!
Romano: Yeah, yeah, yeah, but it’s only a flying clothesline. That’s not going to put away an opponent.
Adam knows this isn’t a time to go for a cover. He has the awareness that it wouldn’t lead to a three count, so he watches Tarrasque get back to his feet and tries to lift him one last time. This time yields a different result than previously…
Taylor: He’s got him on his shoulders!! Adam is lifting Tarrasque, all 375 pounds of him!!
Romano: He wants the Dream Breaker. Let’s see if he connects!!
Adam lets out a loud yell as he struggles with keeping Tarrasque controlled and finally drives him to the mat, head-first.
Taylor: The Dream Breaker!!
Romano: And this could be it.
ONE!!
TWO!!
THREE!!
DING DING DING!!
Jessie Love: Here is your winner… “The Awkward One” Adam Sanders!!
Adam Sanders stays seated in the ring for a moment as the referee raises his arm, letting the fact he had to overcome so many obstacles for this win. Marcus Anderson is on the outside giving a polite head nod to Adam before checking on his client.
Taylor: What a battle between these two, but in the end, Adam Sanders overcame the power and speed of Tarrasque!
Romano: He didn’t let his showing from End of Days go to waste. Let’s see how long he can keep this up.
Taylor: Adam Sanders just found out just how big Tarrasque is in person. And that first strike bouncing off of him stunned the Awkward One.
Romano: Adam’s game is usually in the striking and his underrated power. But that’s not going to work against the much stronger Tarrasque.
Taylor: The best way to fight someone like this is using more refined technical skills and perhaps even some aerial attacks for more momentum.
Romano: And none of those things are exactly Adam’s wheelhouse at this point in his career.
Tarrasque tosses Sanders easily into the corner and starts driving his shoulders into the torso of the Awkward One. He repeats this until told by Steve Tyrell that he has reached his limit. Tarrasque decides that he can still irish whip him into the opposite corner and charge behind him, but Adam is able to get his foot up, causing Tarrasque to stagger backward. Adam uses this opening to attempt a German suplex, but the size is a struggle for Adam to get in the air before Tarrasque with an elbow connects with the jaw of Adam Sanders.
Taylor: Adam Sanders couldn’t get Tarrasque up for a German suplex. This does not bode well for the Awkward One.
Romano: He’s going to have to find another path to victory.
Taylor: Both the Dream Breaker and This is Awkward requires lifting. He’s got a submission or two in his arsenal but it won’t be easy getting them locked in on Tarrasque.
Tarrasque lifts Adam up in the air, military press style, and drops him to the mat. He hooks the leg for the first cover of the match.
ONE!!
TWO!!
THR...NO!!
Sanders is able to get his shoulder off the mat to keep the match going. Tarrasque measures up Adam and nearly takes his head off with a clothesline. Tarrasque tries another cover.
ONE!!
TWO!!
THR...NO!!
Taylor: Adam Sanders isn’t letting Tarrasque get the easy win as he kicks out at the count of two.
Romano: Well, he’s going to have to figure out a way to stop being on the receiving end and attack Tarrasque.
Taylor: He hasn’t had an answer for the Genetic Beast so far.
Tarrasque leaps for a standing moonsault… BUT SANDERS MOVES OUT OF THE WAY!!
Taylor: And Sanders is able to evade that impressive looking moonsault.
Romano: The moonsault could also be another method to get in the head of Adam Sanders. Remind him he is both stronger and faster than the Awkward One.
Taylor: Think Tarrasque has the capability to strategize that?
Romano: No, but Marcus Anderson does.
Cameras cut away to Marcus Anderson telling Tarrasque to get back up from ringside. The moment Tarrasque starts to pull himself up, he takes a dropkick to the head from Adam Sanders, the first move that actually works from the Awkward One.
Taylor: And Adam hits the dropkick!
Romano: He’s no Adrien Cochrane, but it worked.
Taylor: Took advantage of Tarrasque being near the ground.
Romano: And no matter how big and strong you are, a dropkick to the head isn’t going to feel good.
Adam Sanders quickly jumps on Tarrasque and locks in his camel clutch called Death by Powerpoint. But almost as soon as he gets the move locked in, Tarrasque powers out of the move and snapmares Sanders and starts to choke him out with a dragon sleeper until Sanders is able to get his foot on the bottom rope.
Taylor: So trying a submission didn’t work out.
Romano: He’s trying all sorts of different avenues other than cheating to take down the big bastard.
Taylor: I know Adam won’t resort to those means.
Romano: Then it is his loss. Literally.
Tarrasque yanks Adam back up but this time, it was Adam who was able to turn it into a hammerlock. Tarrasque is able to power out of that and swings his arm once more, but this time, Adam ducks. He tries once more to take down Sanders with a big boot, but Sanders sidesteps and is able to use his lack of balance from the missed kick into a neckbreaker. The big man is down.
Taylor: And Adam has brought Tarrasque to the mat!
Romano: That might be the only thing Adam can do. Counter and take what Tarrasque gives him. But if he can’t hit the Dream Breaker or This Is Awkward, it’ll be all for naught.
Tarrasque starts to pull himself back up and Adam grabs him by the neck and positions his arm to go for either a suplex or perhaps his finisher, but he couldn’t fight off Tarrasque and his power to counter it into a brainbuster. Cover by Tarrasque.
ONE!!
TWO!!
THR...NO!!
Adam kicks out once more as Tarrasque, who turns back to Steve Tyrell to try to plead his case that it was three. As soon as he turns around, he tries to pull Adam back up, but Adam had other plans…
Taylor: THE LION SLEEPS TONIGHT!! Tarrasque didn’t see that coming!!
Romano: Tarrasque was caught WAY off guard with that. And he’s not near ropes to break out of this.
Tarrasque flails for a moment before Anderson suggests something from the outside to get him out of this predicament: lifting Adam into the air and slamming him into the mat as hard as he could.
Taylor: Powerbomb from Tarrasque!
Romano: Very good way for Tarrasque to get out of that submission. And now he laid out Adam in the middle of the ring and perhaps this time, it’ll be enough.
Taylor: He’s hooking the leg. Let’s see if it is.
ONE!!
TWO!!
THR...NO!!
Adam is still kicking out, despite all the punishment he’s taken. Appearing to lift him for Superman Flight to try to set up an ending for the match, Adam Sanders slips out of his grasp and lands on his feet behind him. As soon as Tarrasque turns around, he sees Adam’s right foot aiming at his head.
Taylor: Lightning Strike now!!
Romano: Tarrasque wasn’t knocked down by the kick though. He’s still on his feet.
But a staggered Tarrasque is enough for Adam to put him in a headlock, grab both arms and drive him into the mat for the Motor City Circuit. Every fan is on their feet as Sanders rolls him over for the pinfall.
Taylor: Could this be enough!
Romano: This might be his best shot to win without lifting him!
ONE!!
TWO!!
THR...NO!!
Taylor: And Tarrasque gets up before the count of three!
Romano: That might have been Adam’s only hope right there.
Sanders gets up, trying to figure out what he has to do to put the Beast down. Adam looks over at Tarrasque then at the corner. He knows what he has to do as he climbs the top rope.
Taylor: I think Adam is gonna fly.
Romano: Ugh, I hate that Pokémon move.
Taylor: Flight of the Dragonite!! And… it connects!!
Romano: Yeah, yeah, yeah, but it’s only a flying clothesline. That’s not going to put away an opponent.
Adam knows this isn’t a time to go for a cover. He has the awareness that it wouldn’t lead to a three count, so he watches Tarrasque get back to his feet and tries to lift him one last time. This time yields a different result than previously…
Taylor: He’s got him on his shoulders!! Adam is lifting Tarrasque, all 375 pounds of him!!
Romano: He wants the Dream Breaker. Let’s see if he connects!!
Adam lets out a loud yell as he struggles with keeping Tarrasque controlled and finally drives him to the mat, head-first.
Taylor: The Dream Breaker!!
Romano: And this could be it.
ONE!!
TWO!!
THREE!!
DING DING DING!!
Jessie Love: Here is your winner… “The Awkward One” Adam Sanders!!
Adam Sanders stays seated in the ring for a moment as the referee raises his arm, letting the fact he had to overcome so many obstacles for this win. Marcus Anderson is on the outside giving a polite head nod to Adam before checking on his client.
Taylor: What a battle between these two, but in the end, Adam Sanders overcame the power and speed of Tarrasque!
Romano: He didn’t let his showing from End of Days go to waste. Let’s see how long he can keep this up.
We find ourselves in a lush room, throw pillows and velvet couches you dig? The ReVenants are all standing in front of a huge photoshoot like spread, tables of catering full of fresh grapes, you could tell this room could smell of expensive scotch and rich mahogany. The title holders are all trying to arrange themselves in the center of the picture, but it doesn't seem like they're agreeing on who should take center stage.
Keith "I mean, I have two titles, I think that would make a beautiful centerpiece."
Rob: "Yeah but my Phoenix Championship was won the hardest."
NJC: "Guys, guys, The United States is a very hot topic right now, we need a good honest champion like me standing center stage."
Dillinger: "You could say that, but I COULD say this is THE Prestige World Championship. You know, the entire world."
The disagreements aren't bitter, why it sounds very much like a civil discussion.
NJC: "Why not...we each take turns standing in the middle, and we each get to post that picture up on Social Media? Everyone wins, nobody loses...Unless I get more reacts then that's just a fact of life."
Rob: "I dunno man, my twatter is very active."
Jeff chimes in.
Jeff: "Twitter, Rob, Twitter!"
Rob: "But there's so much porn there, and grown men pretending to be wrestlers!"
Keith "Honestly if you shell out the extra couple bucks for Pornhub Premium you get access to some really artsy videos."
Dillinger: "Guys, guys! Let's do this with class! And dignity!"
Keith "You're right Seth, there's not nearly enough champagne around here."
Rob admires his title and then looks up at the others.
Rob: "Guys you don't think Riggs got any of his skidmarks on my title do you? I cleaned it real good but you know, they only make water go so hot."
Keith and Seth stare at Rob blankly for a moment as Neo orders Jeff to go fetch a bottle of champagne.
Jeff: "I have a title too you know."
NJC: "What title?"
Neo says, while staring directly at Jeff's Greatest Manager championship.
NJC: "If I can't win it, is it really a championship? Well...Maybe if I was sidelined and couldn't compete…"
Keith "When I retire as a wrestler I'm coming for your gold NOON!"
This threat seems to scare Jeff Noon who scurries back to the tables with the champagne. Jeff brings it back and Neo beckons for the photographer to come on over.
NJC: "Gents, gents, gents! All that really matters is THE REVENANTS hold all the gold! We got what they want, and they can never do a damn thing about it! Jealousy is a poison, and it'll rot their envious hearts out from the inside!"
Keith "Here, here!"
Neo pops the cork off the top of his champagne as he passes a bottle of gold plated Ace Of Spades Champagne to Williams. Jeff Noon offers a bottle to Seth and then gives Rob Garcia one. Seth admires the gold bottle with a smirk.
Dillinger: "Y'all really just drink your champagne out of a gold plated bottle? No glass? That's so..."
Rob: "Glass is sand, sand is cheap, champions drink out of gold!"
Keith "Just like my dear old daddy always wanted!"
Keith shakes up his bottle and then pops off the cork, spraying the surrounding area with bubbly as he guzzles it down. Rob politely takes his cork off and takes a little sip, offering some to Jeff after. Neo clinks his bottle with Dillinger's.
NJC: "Drink up Seth, you never know how long these good times will last."
Rob: "My mom says I look extra handsome with this championship so I can never lose it. Jeff get me a GPS tracking chip for this gold, gotta be able to get it back."
Keith grins as he clinks bottles with Jeff and Rob.
Keith "All is fleeting, but I always win back my straps! A GPS tracking chip would be smart tho."
Keith offers his bottle towards Seth for a clink.
Keith "Well, Seth?"
Seth seems reluctant at first, then pops off his cork. Gingerly he clinks bottles with Rob, Keith and then Neo before taking back a giant guzzling swig. The ReVs all cheer as they pose for pictures, the constant strobing flash of a camera illuminating the room.
A cavalcade of clapping begins as the D.R.U.G.S. tune "King I Am" blares over the sound system.
"You can feel the fear when I walk by
Tail between your legs make 'em run and hide
And I can see the pain pouring out your eyes
I think I am finally, starting to feel like the KING I AM!
The song kicks in over the loudspeakers as the sound of guitars ascend to the boiling point and the song engages. Neo begins to make a triumphant strut down to the ring, his chin held high as his hands lay at his side moving with his stride, t. He looks down all around the ramp, keeping his bearded chin up as he glides effortlessly forward in a striding saunter. The pompous cocky attitude radiating from his being at this point.
Neo makes it to the ringside area as he circles around the ring, jumping up effortlessly onto the apron and climbs into the ring. He walks over to the ropes on the side of the stage as he grabs the top rope with his hands and then yanks down on it, flexing all of his muscles before releasing it, a giant white and red pyro exploding out the top of the nearby turnbuckle like a mortar.
Taylor: One of the top Revenants and he knows just how to tick everyone off.
Romano: That's for sure but now he needs to put up.
"Timebomb" by Beck blasts into the arena and all the lights change to a cool shade of neon blue. Seth Dillinger struts out to the top of the ramp wearing sunglasses, jeans, and a button-down shirt with the top two buttons undone, showing off just a bit of his pecs. After the countdown timer hits zero, Seth starts to stroll down to the ring, smirking at the crowd and soaking up their applause. When he reaches the bottom of the ramp, he rolls into the ring under the bottom rope, then paces around to each side of the ring, smiling at the crowd.
Taylor: What a real disappointment.
Romano: Poor Seth. He used to be such a good guy.
The arena lights pulse red as 'Riot' starts up. Bloodied Fox steps through the curtain, a look of determination on his face. He stalks down to the ring, nodding in acknowledgement of fans who cheer for him, before sliding into the ring.
Taylor: Bloodied Fox! He's really become AWF's favorite.
Romano: I'm sure rooting for him.
As the word “Firecracker” appears on the large screen, red and green laser lights spin around the arena as Lzzy Hale begins to sing the opening to the song. Then the word fades and is replaced by the name “Dakota” as the redhead makes her way out to the stage area, a look of sheer scorn etched across her beautiful features. She looks out around the crowd and turns her nose up at them before making her way down the aisle.
”Making her way to the ring, she hails from Scottsdale, Arizona.....She is the Firecracker, DAKOOOTTTAAA JJEEENNNIINNGGSSSS!!!”
Reaching the ring, she confidently strides up the steps before stepping under the second rope before climbing up one of the turnbuckles, flipping the bird to the fans as they boo and jeer in earnest.
Taylor: I'd like to welcome the winner of the End of Days tournament, Dakota Jennings!
Romano: She holds true to her name. She truly is a firecracker.
Tag Match
The ReVenants (Carner/Dillinger) vs. Bloodied Fox & Dakota Jennings
Both corners start with a discussion, both teams deciding which member should start. Dakota yields to Bloodied Fox's request and the eager Englishman steps through the ropes. Upon seeing his former stablemate and friend enter, Seth boldly steps through himself, Carner turning away and raising his hands in a motion that says either, "You got this!" or "It's your funeral." It's hard to tell with Carner's enigmatic smile. Seth strides to mid ring and extends a friendly hand to Bloodied Fox. Fox glares at Seth and slaps the hand away with a furious expression crossing his visage. Seth looks put out, even a little disappointed. Fox uses Seth's emotional hesitation to charge forwards and tackle Dillinger off his feet before raining down palm heel strikes from the mount position. Fox finally lets up and Seth tactically retreats to his corner.
Taylor: The disdain for Seth from Bloodied Fox is enormous.
Romano: Anger can be a powerful motivator in a match. But it can also make you sloppy. Let's see how this plays out.
Neo James Carner tags himself in and Fox gets a sight of his own corner where Dakota Jennings is eager to get involved. She slaps Fox's hand and slings herself into a forward roll, entering the ring stylishly. Carner closes the distance and lashes the side of Dakota's thigh with a stiff kick. Jennings grits her teeth and fires a kick straight back at NJC. Another kick from Carner is answered in kind. A third kick from The Infinity King causes Dakota to pause for a second but The Chairwoman responds with a massive blitz of strikes, firstly two sharp back elbows to stagger Carner, then a big hooking leg kick to drop The King to his knees and finishing off by rushing the ropes at speed and hitting a high speed flat knee to Carner's face. Dakota covers...
ONE!
TWO!
T.. Carner kicks out.
Taylor: Dakota Jennings showing her striking proficiency.
Romano: She's proved with her submission win for the US title and her striking here she's about way more than smacking people upside the head with chairs.
Retreating, Carner tags Seth back into the contest. Jennings gives Seth a fierce glare as he approaches. Seth measures Dakota's fighting stance and uses his lightning quick speed to snatch at Dakota's arm as it sways, ready to block. Dillinger yanks hard and slings Dakota across the ring towards the ropes. Dakota rebounds and bounces back towards Seth but as The newest member of the ReVenants leaps, looking for a snap hurricanrana, Dakota ducks underneath and Seth is forced to adjust his legs midair for a safe landing. Dakota is carried by her momentum to the opposite ropes and she leaps, looking for a rana of her own but Seth flattens his body to the mat to duck. Dakota shapes out a good landing but Seth wraps his legs around, looking for a drop toehold. Dakota flips out of the way into a moonsault that would land her across Seth's prone body but Seth rolls out of the way and up to his feet. Dakota mirrors Seth's attempt at a drop toe hold but Seth moonsaults out of the way... and Dakota rolls away from that! Both wrestlers kip up in stereo and square off!
Taylor: That's two of the AWF's premiere athletes showcasing their awesome aerial abilities!
Romano: And one Premiere Champion, indeed.
Taylor: Indeed.
Dakota, seeing how the speed battle between the two was almost leading to a draw, tries a different approach by feinting the spinning heel kick, prompting Dillinger to duck but that was the plan from the former US Champion, who turns it into a chance to land an axe kick on the Prestige Champion. Tag to Bloodied Fox, who looks to be seething at the teeth to get another shot at Dillinger, who quickly rolls to his corner to get Carner back into the match.
Taylor: Dillinger wants no part of Fox if it can be avoided.
Romano: He took a pretty vicious axe kick. It was simply smart strategy to get Carner back in the match and had nothing to do with Fox.
Fox looks dissatisfied but accepts Carner’s entrance to the match nonetheless. He begins the fight to Carner with a dropkick, but Carner is able to keep himself on his feet and responds to Fox’s move with a knife edge chop followed by another then another then another. Neo goes for an irish whip, but Fox counters and sends Neo into the ropes, but this leads to an axe bomber lariat from the United States Champion.
Taylor: POWERFUL strike from Neo James Carner!
Romano: NJC did not win that United States Championship by being a pushover. Bloodied Fox would be wise to remember that.
Fox pulls himself back up and ducks a second attempt at the Axe Bomber Lariat executes a question mark kick on NJC. Carner stumbles into a corner… the Jennings-Fox corner to be exact…
Taylor: Dakota is lining up and...
Romano: Ouch.
Jennings jumps and lands a bicycle kick on NJC’s head from the outside. Bloodied Fox charges and lands a splash then gets back up to mount him in the corner for some palm strikes, until Carner gets the wherewithal to fight off the attacks from Fox with a couple of strikes of his own. He finally gets Fox in a powerbomb position but Fox makes a blind tag at the last second as Carner slams him to the ground.
Taylor: Impressive powerbomb from Neo James Carner after taking some punishment in that corner. But he doesn’t know Dakota was tagged in.
Romano: He’s hooking the leg but about to find out the hard way that Dakota Jennings is waiting for him to turn around.
Carner is pinning Fox but there’s no count and he sees Bloodied Fox smiling. Carner, confused, turns to where the referee was standing, only to be struck in the back of the head by Dakota Jennings from a kick that came from… well, It Came from Scottsdale!
Taylor: Thunderous kick from Jennings!!
Romano: She may have him here. Cover by Dakota!
ONE!!
TWO!!
THR...NO!!
Carner is able to kick out right before the count of three. Bloodied Fox rolls out of the ring as Dakota bounces off the middle rope and lands the Cross-Dimensional Travel on Neo James Carner. She tries to get the cover once more.
ONE!!
TWO!!
THR...NO!!
Romano: This is the kind of toughness you should always expect from our United States Champion.
Taylor: Well, the former champion is giving him a run for his money. And she is pulling out all the stops.
Dakota climbs the top rope, hoping that a higher risk move could put away the ReVenant thorn in her side. She leaps as soon as Carner is up and facing her, going for the third iteration of It Came From Scottsdale!
Romano: Carner, watch out!!
Taylor: The straight to video cash cow is coming… wait, what’s Neo doing…
Romano: Showing us why he won at Fright Night.
Taylor: Cross Punisher Bomb on the girlfriend of Cross Recoba! Poetic!
Carner remains in position after the move connects for the cover.
ONE!!
TWO!!
THR...NO!!
Dakota Jennings gets her shoulder off the mat at the last second, to the displeasure of the Infinity King. To match the energy of that nickname, the follow up to the Cross Punisher Bomb is something fitting.
Romano: Here we go! Time to make her tap!
Taylor: Neo James Carner locks it in! Figure Forever Four!!
Dakota Jennings quickly scrambles to try to reach the ropes, but cannot reach. Her face gets as red as her hair from the pain until a saving grace came to the ring.
Romano: Oh get him out of the ring!
Taylor: Bloodied Fox does not plan on losing this match with Seth involved. He breaks up the submission, and Carner is not happy!
Neo James Carner returns to his feet, extremely upset at Fox interrupting his submission that could have led to victory. He turns to Fox and lets out a barrage of lefts and rights until it puts Fox back into a corner. He turns around to get in position to charge into him with a running start but was not expecting what happened next.
Romano: Watch out, Neo!!
Taylor: DKO Mk II!!
Dakota Jennings drops Neo James Carner with her finishing move but isn’t in position to take advantage of it as the damage she has taken from the match has taken a toll on her as well. Fox returns to his corner. Seth Dillinger is still in his, extending his arm for Neo to tag him in.
Taylor: Carner has been in the ring way too long.
Romano: And Seth Dillinger knows this. He’s trying to get Carner to roll over to him and get the tag.
Taylor: And Bloodied Fox is wanting the same. Both competitors are down. It could come down to who gets this tag.
Dakota is moving first. Carner is still motionless. Instead of going to her corner, she moves to her opponent… the man who took her US title from her. She drapes an arm, and Gabe Valentine makes the count.
ONE!!
TWO!!
THR…NO!!
Romano: And Neo gets his foot on the rope!! Not even the DKO Mk II was enough!!
Taylor: It certainly would have had a better chance if she was in position to get the cover immediately after the move instead of almost 30 seconds later.
The look of disappointment on Dakota Jennings was clear. Carner still looks like he’s seeing stars but still has his foot on the bottom rope. Both men on the apron and yelling for tags. Dakota, who had her legs targeted by the submission earlier struggles to get to her feet. Carner looks to be snapping out of his dazed state and starts trying to use the ropes to get to his corner.
Romano: And there it is! Tag to Seth Dillinger!
Taylor: Dakota is almost there!!
Seth Dillinger steps between the ropes, prepared to do what is necessary to put away Dakota Jennings but unfortunately for him…
Taylor: Dakota gets the tag!!
Romano: Seth can’t get Carner back in the ring now. He has to face Fox at this point!
Dillinger accepts that this is the hand he’s dealt before waiting for Fox to charge at him and turns it into a drop toe hold. Fox jumps back up and eats a spinning heel kick from Dillinger. Cover!
ONE!!
TWO!!
THR...NO!!
Bloodied Fox isn’t done yet.
Taylor: He’s using Fox’s anger against him.
Romano: Seth Dillinger is a smart man. It’d be wise not to underestimate him.
Fox is up only to see Dillinger jumping and spinning around him before dropping him on his head.
Taylor: And Seth Dillinger has hit the Neon Crash!
Romano: This could be it. Cover.
ONE!!
TWO!!
THR...NO!!
Bloodied Fox refuses to die and gets another kickout. This leads to Seth Dillinger going up top to try to finish the match. He looks down upon Bloodied Fox and looks to try to go for the Acid Rain… BUT HITS NOTHING BUT MAT AS FOX MOVES OUT OF THE WAY!!
Taylor: Bloodied Fox moves!! Seth crashes!!
Romano: Come on, Seth!! Get up!!
Dillinger bounces off the mat, holding his chest before having that chest attacked after a middle rope bounce from Bloodied Fox.
Taylor: Air Vulpine!
Romano: No, don’t let this be it!
Taylor: Cover!
ONE!!
TWO!!
THR...NO!!
Seth Dillinger gets the kickout just in time to stay in the match. After all, being pinned by Bloodied Fox is the last thing he wants. But Bloodied Fox wants to make that nightmare a reality as he watches Dillinger get up. Not knowing what to expect, Seth walks right into Fox’s hopeful match sealer.
Taylor: A Hustle, Sweetheart! That should be it!
Romano: Oh no.
Dakota is back on her feet and in the ring to defend the pinfall even though Neo James Carner is in no shape to break it up.
ONE!!
TWO!!
THREE!!
DING DING DING!!
Taylor: Bloodied Fox has done it!! He’s pinned Seth Dillinger!!
Romano: There’s going to be some real consequences to this and Fox is going to regret this.
Jessie Love: Here are your winners… Bloodied Fox and Dakota Jennings!!
Taylor: The disdain for Seth from Bloodied Fox is enormous.
Romano: Anger can be a powerful motivator in a match. But it can also make you sloppy. Let's see how this plays out.
Neo James Carner tags himself in and Fox gets a sight of his own corner where Dakota Jennings is eager to get involved. She slaps Fox's hand and slings herself into a forward roll, entering the ring stylishly. Carner closes the distance and lashes the side of Dakota's thigh with a stiff kick. Jennings grits her teeth and fires a kick straight back at NJC. Another kick from Carner is answered in kind. A third kick from The Infinity King causes Dakota to pause for a second but The Chairwoman responds with a massive blitz of strikes, firstly two sharp back elbows to stagger Carner, then a big hooking leg kick to drop The King to his knees and finishing off by rushing the ropes at speed and hitting a high speed flat knee to Carner's face. Dakota covers...
ONE!
TWO!
T.. Carner kicks out.
Taylor: Dakota Jennings showing her striking proficiency.
Romano: She's proved with her submission win for the US title and her striking here she's about way more than smacking people upside the head with chairs.
Retreating, Carner tags Seth back into the contest. Jennings gives Seth a fierce glare as he approaches. Seth measures Dakota's fighting stance and uses his lightning quick speed to snatch at Dakota's arm as it sways, ready to block. Dillinger yanks hard and slings Dakota across the ring towards the ropes. Dakota rebounds and bounces back towards Seth but as The newest member of the ReVenants leaps, looking for a snap hurricanrana, Dakota ducks underneath and Seth is forced to adjust his legs midair for a safe landing. Dakota is carried by her momentum to the opposite ropes and she leaps, looking for a rana of her own but Seth flattens his body to the mat to duck. Dakota shapes out a good landing but Seth wraps his legs around, looking for a drop toehold. Dakota flips out of the way into a moonsault that would land her across Seth's prone body but Seth rolls out of the way and up to his feet. Dakota mirrors Seth's attempt at a drop toe hold but Seth moonsaults out of the way... and Dakota rolls away from that! Both wrestlers kip up in stereo and square off!
Taylor: That's two of the AWF's premiere athletes showcasing their awesome aerial abilities!
Romano: And one Premiere Champion, indeed.
Taylor: Indeed.
Dakota, seeing how the speed battle between the two was almost leading to a draw, tries a different approach by feinting the spinning heel kick, prompting Dillinger to duck but that was the plan from the former US Champion, who turns it into a chance to land an axe kick on the Prestige Champion. Tag to Bloodied Fox, who looks to be seething at the teeth to get another shot at Dillinger, who quickly rolls to his corner to get Carner back into the match.
Taylor: Dillinger wants no part of Fox if it can be avoided.
Romano: He took a pretty vicious axe kick. It was simply smart strategy to get Carner back in the match and had nothing to do with Fox.
Fox looks dissatisfied but accepts Carner’s entrance to the match nonetheless. He begins the fight to Carner with a dropkick, but Carner is able to keep himself on his feet and responds to Fox’s move with a knife edge chop followed by another then another then another. Neo goes for an irish whip, but Fox counters and sends Neo into the ropes, but this leads to an axe bomber lariat from the United States Champion.
Taylor: POWERFUL strike from Neo James Carner!
Romano: NJC did not win that United States Championship by being a pushover. Bloodied Fox would be wise to remember that.
Fox pulls himself back up and ducks a second attempt at the Axe Bomber Lariat executes a question mark kick on NJC. Carner stumbles into a corner… the Jennings-Fox corner to be exact…
Taylor: Dakota is lining up and...
Romano: Ouch.
Jennings jumps and lands a bicycle kick on NJC’s head from the outside. Bloodied Fox charges and lands a splash then gets back up to mount him in the corner for some palm strikes, until Carner gets the wherewithal to fight off the attacks from Fox with a couple of strikes of his own. He finally gets Fox in a powerbomb position but Fox makes a blind tag at the last second as Carner slams him to the ground.
Taylor: Impressive powerbomb from Neo James Carner after taking some punishment in that corner. But he doesn’t know Dakota was tagged in.
Romano: He’s hooking the leg but about to find out the hard way that Dakota Jennings is waiting for him to turn around.
Carner is pinning Fox but there’s no count and he sees Bloodied Fox smiling. Carner, confused, turns to where the referee was standing, only to be struck in the back of the head by Dakota Jennings from a kick that came from… well, It Came from Scottsdale!
Taylor: Thunderous kick from Jennings!!
Romano: She may have him here. Cover by Dakota!
ONE!!
TWO!!
THR...NO!!
Carner is able to kick out right before the count of three. Bloodied Fox rolls out of the ring as Dakota bounces off the middle rope and lands the Cross-Dimensional Travel on Neo James Carner. She tries to get the cover once more.
ONE!!
TWO!!
THR...NO!!
Romano: This is the kind of toughness you should always expect from our United States Champion.
Taylor: Well, the former champion is giving him a run for his money. And she is pulling out all the stops.
Dakota climbs the top rope, hoping that a higher risk move could put away the ReVenant thorn in her side. She leaps as soon as Carner is up and facing her, going for the third iteration of It Came From Scottsdale!
Romano: Carner, watch out!!
Taylor: The straight to video cash cow is coming… wait, what’s Neo doing…
Romano: Showing us why he won at Fright Night.
Taylor: Cross Punisher Bomb on the girlfriend of Cross Recoba! Poetic!
Carner remains in position after the move connects for the cover.
ONE!!
TWO!!
THR...NO!!
Dakota Jennings gets her shoulder off the mat at the last second, to the displeasure of the Infinity King. To match the energy of that nickname, the follow up to the Cross Punisher Bomb is something fitting.
Romano: Here we go! Time to make her tap!
Taylor: Neo James Carner locks it in! Figure Forever Four!!
Dakota Jennings quickly scrambles to try to reach the ropes, but cannot reach. Her face gets as red as her hair from the pain until a saving grace came to the ring.
Romano: Oh get him out of the ring!
Taylor: Bloodied Fox does not plan on losing this match with Seth involved. He breaks up the submission, and Carner is not happy!
Neo James Carner returns to his feet, extremely upset at Fox interrupting his submission that could have led to victory. He turns to Fox and lets out a barrage of lefts and rights until it puts Fox back into a corner. He turns around to get in position to charge into him with a running start but was not expecting what happened next.
Romano: Watch out, Neo!!
Taylor: DKO Mk II!!
Dakota Jennings drops Neo James Carner with her finishing move but isn’t in position to take advantage of it as the damage she has taken from the match has taken a toll on her as well. Fox returns to his corner. Seth Dillinger is still in his, extending his arm for Neo to tag him in.
Taylor: Carner has been in the ring way too long.
Romano: And Seth Dillinger knows this. He’s trying to get Carner to roll over to him and get the tag.
Taylor: And Bloodied Fox is wanting the same. Both competitors are down. It could come down to who gets this tag.
Dakota is moving first. Carner is still motionless. Instead of going to her corner, she moves to her opponent… the man who took her US title from her. She drapes an arm, and Gabe Valentine makes the count.
ONE!!
TWO!!
THR…NO!!
Romano: And Neo gets his foot on the rope!! Not even the DKO Mk II was enough!!
Taylor: It certainly would have had a better chance if she was in position to get the cover immediately after the move instead of almost 30 seconds later.
The look of disappointment on Dakota Jennings was clear. Carner still looks like he’s seeing stars but still has his foot on the bottom rope. Both men on the apron and yelling for tags. Dakota, who had her legs targeted by the submission earlier struggles to get to her feet. Carner looks to be snapping out of his dazed state and starts trying to use the ropes to get to his corner.
Romano: And there it is! Tag to Seth Dillinger!
Taylor: Dakota is almost there!!
Seth Dillinger steps between the ropes, prepared to do what is necessary to put away Dakota Jennings but unfortunately for him…
Taylor: Dakota gets the tag!!
Romano: Seth can’t get Carner back in the ring now. He has to face Fox at this point!
Dillinger accepts that this is the hand he’s dealt before waiting for Fox to charge at him and turns it into a drop toe hold. Fox jumps back up and eats a spinning heel kick from Dillinger. Cover!
ONE!!
TWO!!
THR...NO!!
Bloodied Fox isn’t done yet.
Taylor: He’s using Fox’s anger against him.
Romano: Seth Dillinger is a smart man. It’d be wise not to underestimate him.
Fox is up only to see Dillinger jumping and spinning around him before dropping him on his head.
Taylor: And Seth Dillinger has hit the Neon Crash!
Romano: This could be it. Cover.
ONE!!
TWO!!
THR...NO!!
Bloodied Fox refuses to die and gets another kickout. This leads to Seth Dillinger going up top to try to finish the match. He looks down upon Bloodied Fox and looks to try to go for the Acid Rain… BUT HITS NOTHING BUT MAT AS FOX MOVES OUT OF THE WAY!!
Taylor: Bloodied Fox moves!! Seth crashes!!
Romano: Come on, Seth!! Get up!!
Dillinger bounces off the mat, holding his chest before having that chest attacked after a middle rope bounce from Bloodied Fox.
Taylor: Air Vulpine!
Romano: No, don’t let this be it!
Taylor: Cover!
ONE!!
TWO!!
THR...NO!!
Seth Dillinger gets the kickout just in time to stay in the match. After all, being pinned by Bloodied Fox is the last thing he wants. But Bloodied Fox wants to make that nightmare a reality as he watches Dillinger get up. Not knowing what to expect, Seth walks right into Fox’s hopeful match sealer.
Taylor: A Hustle, Sweetheart! That should be it!
Romano: Oh no.
Dakota is back on her feet and in the ring to defend the pinfall even though Neo James Carner is in no shape to break it up.
ONE!!
TWO!!
THREE!!
DING DING DING!!
Taylor: Bloodied Fox has done it!! He’s pinned Seth Dillinger!!
Romano: There’s going to be some real consequences to this and Fox is going to regret this.
Jessie Love: Here are your winners… Bloodied Fox and Dakota Jennings!!
Bloodied Fox leaves Seth Dillinger on the mat and slides out of the ring, quickly rushing to the timekeepers table and snatching up the Prestige Championship. He then slides back in the ring and holds it over Seth's head, screaming at him about destiny and duty.
Fox: I'M GOING TO END YOU SETH! I'M NEXT IN LINE. THIS IS MINE.
Dakota Jennings steps up beside Fox and clears her throat, reminding him that she has the End of Days title shot in her back pocket. Fox stares her down.
Fox: This is between HIM and ME.
Fox and Jennings, despite mostly successfully working together, start to get into each other's faces. That's when Neo James Carner, Keith Williams, and Rob Garcia charge down the ramp towards the ring. The three of them surround the ring, forcing Dakota and Fox to stand back to back and prepare to defend themselves. The ReVenants get ready to charge the ring, and that's when...
Steele: OKAY WHOA WHOA WHOA. HOLD UP. We've seen this one before.
Jackson Steele walks out.
Steele: After the way this place has become the ReVenants show, and after the behavior of all four of you... I'm putting a stop to whatever it is that's about to happen.
Everyone is staring down Steele, waiting to hear what he has to say.
Steele: Fox, you've been asking for a chance at Seth for months... well, you've got it. You beat him tonight, and I think it's high time we put this thing to rest. That's why next show, at Prestige 61, you're going to get your shot at Seth Dillinger. For the AWF Prestige Championship!
Fox grins and nods his head.
Steele: And just to make sure there's no chaos on the part of say, Mr. Carter, Mr. Garcia, or Mr. Williams... that title match will be inside of a steel cage. I don't want this to drag on. I want a definitive winner, and a definitive loser. And we're going to get exactly that.
The ReVenants all slam the mat at ringside, pissed off about the ruling.
Steele: As for you, Dakota... you've got that End of Days shot in your pocket. Why don't you and I have a nice conversation about how to use it?
Dakota nods and Steele grins. The ReVenants manage to drag Seth out of the ring while Dakota/Fox are distracted and pull him away. Fox laughs at them and jaws off at Seth before flinging the Prestige Title at the lot of them.
Taylor: Well, that's a hell of a match! Bloodied Fox gets his shot at Prestige, inside a steel cage no less!
Romano: The way Fox has been behaving recently... I hope there's a medic on hand.
Taylor: That match is BOOKED. We'll see you at Prestige 61!
Fox: I'M GOING TO END YOU SETH! I'M NEXT IN LINE. THIS IS MINE.
Dakota Jennings steps up beside Fox and clears her throat, reminding him that she has the End of Days title shot in her back pocket. Fox stares her down.
Fox: This is between HIM and ME.
Fox and Jennings, despite mostly successfully working together, start to get into each other's faces. That's when Neo James Carner, Keith Williams, and Rob Garcia charge down the ramp towards the ring. The three of them surround the ring, forcing Dakota and Fox to stand back to back and prepare to defend themselves. The ReVenants get ready to charge the ring, and that's when...
Steele: OKAY WHOA WHOA WHOA. HOLD UP. We've seen this one before.
Jackson Steele walks out.
Steele: After the way this place has become the ReVenants show, and after the behavior of all four of you... I'm putting a stop to whatever it is that's about to happen.
Everyone is staring down Steele, waiting to hear what he has to say.
Steele: Fox, you've been asking for a chance at Seth for months... well, you've got it. You beat him tonight, and I think it's high time we put this thing to rest. That's why next show, at Prestige 61, you're going to get your shot at Seth Dillinger. For the AWF Prestige Championship!
Fox grins and nods his head.
Steele: And just to make sure there's no chaos on the part of say, Mr. Carter, Mr. Garcia, or Mr. Williams... that title match will be inside of a steel cage. I don't want this to drag on. I want a definitive winner, and a definitive loser. And we're going to get exactly that.
The ReVenants all slam the mat at ringside, pissed off about the ruling.
Steele: As for you, Dakota... you've got that End of Days shot in your pocket. Why don't you and I have a nice conversation about how to use it?
Dakota nods and Steele grins. The ReVenants manage to drag Seth out of the ring while Dakota/Fox are distracted and pull him away. Fox laughs at them and jaws off at Seth before flinging the Prestige Title at the lot of them.
Taylor: Well, that's a hell of a match! Bloodied Fox gets his shot at Prestige, inside a steel cage no less!
Romano: The way Fox has been behaving recently... I hope there's a medic on hand.
Taylor: That match is BOOKED. We'll see you at Prestige 61!
