AWF Presents: Prestige 61 LIVE from Billings, MT!
Nov 12, 2020 20:16:25 GMT -5
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Ascension Wrestling Federation Presents:
Live at the Rimrock Auto Arena in Billings, MT.
11/21/2020
Capacity: 12,000
In Attendance: 1,200
The theme from "Lethal Weapon" plays and Roger Riggs emerges from the curtain and beelines to the ring.
Jessie Love: The following match is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, from Los Angeles, California, weighing in at one hundred ninety-five pounds, he is the Lethal Weapon... ROGER RIGGS!
Taylor: Coming down first, we have the man who went toe to toe with Rob Garcia to try to capture his first every XHF Championship when he went for the Phoenix Title at End of Days.
Romano: He was unsuccessful because Rob Garcia is simply one of the best Phoenix Champions we have had, but I think with enough fight, Roger Riggs will be able to get some accomplishments here in the AWF.
Taylor: This limited capacity crowd are on their feet as they know that where Riggs is coming down to the ring, something scarier is afoot.
"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.
Jessie Love: And his opponent, from Area 51, weighing in at three hundred twenty-five pounds, it is… SUBJECT #42!!
Taylor: The former X*Crown Champion is here and this crowd is ready to see what happens next!
Romano: Riggs is a fighter, I know. But Subject #42 is clearly not human. I truly don’t know how Riggs is planning on dealing with this monster.
Taylor: I don’t know if I’d call Subject a monster. Subject is extremely sweet to that kitten.
Romano: You go fight him then.
Singles Match
Subject #42 vs. Roger Riggs
DING DING DING
Roger Riggs runs towards Subject #42 and leaps for a bicycle kick on the Genetic Monster. Subject takes a step back then looks down at Riggs with a simple Ragh. Riggs tries a roundhouse kick to Subject but that has little success. Subject shows off a kick of his own and it knocks Riggs down to the mat.
Taylor: Ouch. Devastating thrusting kick from Subject #42.
Romano: Riggs was knocked out of his ring boots with that move!
Taylor: None of Riggs’s kicks seemed to do much. He’s going to have to come up with some other plan.
Romano: Not sure what kind of plan will work.
Riggs rolls out of the ring and looks up at his opponent, trying to calculate some other plan. Subject beckons him to return to the ring and lets out another “ragh”. Riggs climbs the apron and then the top rope.
Taylor: Riggs is on the top rope!
Romano: This is rare!
Taylor: I mean, he’s trying to come up with some plan to take down this beast!
Romano: Let’s see if it works.
Riggs leaps for a palm strike that has a bit more momentum behind it and it actually has enough to send Subject into the corner. He attempts his opening kick once more and this seems to have a bit more success. He starts to climb the top rope behind Subject to go for some sort of move that uses that momentum again like the palm strike, but Subject #42 is able to lift Roger Riggs and tosses him off the top rope.
Taylor: I think Subject wants a turn.
Romano: God help Riggs. This might get ugly.
Riggs pops up quickly, but Subject was quicker. Subject sends Riggs into the ropes and blasts him with a lariat that appears to take Riggs’s head off. Riggs tries to keep fighting to get the momentum back, but Subject doesn’t allow that after lifting Riggs with one hand and tossing him to the outside of the ring.
Taylor: Holy cow!
Romano: You see that, Taylor? That’s POWER.
Riggs, thinking he has a second before Tyrell will count him out, uses the guard rail to prop himself up and catch a breather. He was sorely mistaken as he watches Subject #42 leap over the top rope and land on its feet right in front of him.
Taylor: Jesus Christ!!
Romano: And that’s agility!
Tyrell even reacts in a stunned manner from the pure athleticism of that leap to the outside by Subject, to the point it delays him from starting his count. Subject begins an onslaught of strikes to the midsection that takes a visible toll on Roger Riggs. Subject lifts him in the air once more and drops Riggs onto the edge of the ring, which is often described as the hardest part of the ring structurally. This once again makes Tyrell too squeamish to start counting the competitors out but it ends up being unnecessary as Subject rolls Riggs back into the ring. Subject, however, begins to climb up the top rope.
Romano: This isn’t gonna end well for Riggs...
Taylor: I said it was rare to see Roger Riggs on the top rope. This sight is like a unicorn compared to that.
As soon as Roger Riggs gets up and turns around, Subject #42 dives with a spear from the top rope, a move that looks like it nearly broke Roger Riggs in half. Subject lets out a loud RAGH before covering Riggs.
ONE!!
TWO!!
THREE!!
DING DING DING!!
Taylor: Holy HELL!!
Romano: We’re gonna need them to look at Riggs after that BRUTAL top rope spear. This match has mercifully ended for Roger Riggs.
Jessie Love: Here is your winner… SUBJECT #42!!
Taylor: Is it just me or does it look unsatisfied still?
Romano: I hope those caretakers are able to secure it so it isn’t a danger to anyone else tonight. Let's see what's going on backstage. I think we got word that Keith Williams is up to something.
Keith Williams is hanging around backstage, taking a look at a magazine.
Williams: Yes... Very nice. I like that so much. Do it harder. I like that so much.
The camera zooms out and shows XHF Network Magazine - End of Days edition, last month's edition! The camera switches to Keith's point of view, where he's looking at a wall of text with a graphic of Dakota Jennings tussling with Pepe Morales. He hears something.
"Get your eyes on point! We're going to beat you up!"
Keith William drops the magazine and sees someone determined. Someone who wants his belt.
Bradshaw: My boy, Copycat - he's going to kick your ass!
Copycat: Please, Mr. Bradshaw! I don't want to do this!
Keith Williams grins.
Williams: So you want a chance at my belt, huh?
Bradshaw: That's right! Copycat, go beat him up!
Keith Williams cracks his knuckles.
Williams: Let's go!
Copycat: Wait, no. WAIT!
Williams: Hmmm?
Copycat: C'mon, Copycat. Think... Oh, uh... -OH! How about I challenge to you to a rock, paper, scissors match?
Williams: Are you serious?
Bradshaw: A rock, papers, scissors match? Is that like a tables ladders and chairs match? Must be. YEAH, KEITH. YOU SCARED?
Williams: Of course I'm not scared. Two out of three. Let's go.
Copycat and Williams goes across from one another.
Copycat: & Williams: Rock. Paper. Scissors. SHOOT!
Williams: Hah. Scissors beats paper. One for me.
Copycat: I got another chance!
Williams: Yeah, yeah... Just go.
Copycat: & Williams: Rock. Paper. Scissors. SHOOT!
Copycat: Yes! Now I got my scissors over YOUR paper! Next one decides it!
Copycat: & Williams: Rock. Paper. Scissors. SHOOT!
Copycat: YES! I'm the champion! Paper beats roc-
Copycat is interrupted as Keith punches him straight in the face. He knocks him out.
Williams: No it doesn't.
And with that, Keith Williams walks away - still as champion.
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: Here comes Bob! Just look at him! I don't know how he can come here so happy, after what he's done last show!
Romano: Well when he was here, he destroyed everything. Tarrasque has to be on his game tonight.
“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: Tarrasque always looks bigger in person! You know, if there's anyone here that could stand up to Bob and his ruthless wrestling, it's Tarrasque.
Romano: This is truly a beast versus beast showdown. There is truly madness about to ensue.
Singles Match
Bob the Builder vs. Tarrasque
The bell rings. Bob The Builder moves forward for a lock up and Tarrasque moves forward as well... but he fakes it! Instead of moving forward with the standard collar to elbow lock up, Tarrasque moves in for a VERY disrespectful slap! Most slaps, don't do too much. Not too much more than cause some social codes broken, but Tarrasque isn't a normal man. He's a beast. A monster, and even for a sturdy man like Bob, that slap just almost knocked him off of his feet. However, Tarrasque doesn't give him time to recover. He moves in for a sweeping clothesline while rotating his body, but Bob just narrowly becomes able to duck that blast. He is inside of Tarrasque's reach and just strikes his head up like a Rock 'em Sock 'em robot with a vicious uppercut! Tarrasque gets pushed back! Tarrasque moves to move forward, but Bob The Builder hits a dropkick! The big man is almost off his feet but is surely dazed! That's when Bob takes the time to quickly hop onto the top rope. He jumps off...
Taylor: This match has just exploded with these two men going at it! And Bob, who was a complete BEAST at his last match, is now airborne!
Romano: Oh no...
Tarrasque doesn't see Bob's approach. As he turns around, Bob is already right in front of him a good five to six feet in the air. ...Tarrasque catches him! WHAT!? The crowd doesn't know how to make it! Just like seeing his old girlfriend, Tarrasquita, who doesn't exist most likely, he catches Bob in a hug! ...Belly to belly suplex! Bob flies ACROSS the ring and when I say that, I mean he almost lands at the corner of the diametrically OPPOSITE corner! As he lands, his back arches off the mat and he grasps his corner! Bob would like to relax. He would like to recover from that painful blow. Can he do that!? No he can't! Why? Well, it's because Tarrasque grabs both hands and manhandles Bob as if he was a child. Tarrasque lifts Bob to his eye-level and just ROARS. Just like Tarrasque handed Bob some disrespect, Bobby returns some of his own. He SPITS in Tarrasque's mouth.
Taylor: It looks like Bob The Builder has some ball joints trying to pull this kind of move onto Tarrasque!
Romano: I SURE hope that he has a plan for doing this. What you want LEAST in the world is a ticked off giant!
Tarrasque is mad. Actually, mad doesn't begin to describe how upset Tarrasque is. He shoots a SINGLE punch to Bob and THROWS him at the corner! Bob immediately pats the area in front of him, trying desperately to find out the situation. Unfortunately, it's not too good to be Bob right now. Why? Well, Tarrasque just SPEARS Mr. Builder! Did Bob just spit again!? Nope! The spit was knocked out of his mouth that time! That spear nearly DESTROYED and BROKE him in HALF! Bob's trying to lift himself up from the floor. He's having some time doing it. His hands are down to the floor. Tarrasque is screaming to his ravenous fans. And by fans, I mean audience. Bob can't take another spear. Tarrasque knows this. The crowd know this. The viewers of Bob The Builders TV's show know this. Bob himself knows this. Tarrasque is ready to end this. SPEAR!
...INTO THE METAL BEAMS. WHAT!? WHERE DID THE TURNBUCKLE PADDING GO!? Bob leaps out of the way and smiles, showing off a wrench he has been holding.
Romano: I don't believe it! I can't believe he did it!
Taylor: ...Did I miss something?
Romano: He had a plan! Bob The Builder had a plan! He was using Tarrasque's own power AGAINST him! When he was against the turnbuckle, he was undoing the padding behind him.
Taylor: WOW! Bob surprised all of us!
Bob is tired, but he manages to (figuratively) pry Tarrasque from the corner. He rolls him up with a school boy. Senior Referee Gabe Valentine goes for the pin count:
...One!
...Two!
...Thr- KICKOUT!
Bob wipes the sweat off from the brow. He's upset but makes it clear that he's not going to waste any further time. He shoves his FOOT against the side of the big man and forces him to flip over onto his stomach. Bob crouches down and pulls Tarrasque into a cobra clutch. Tarrasque starts feeling the pain. Even with the possible concussion from him striking himself up against the turnbuckle. Tarrasque swings his arms about. He's trying to hit Bob and he is, but not with sufficient force to knock off the man who has finally gotten the upper hand. Bob's looking to knock out the big man. He's looking to make him pass out. Everyone's looking down. They're watching with awe. Will Tarrasque fade!? WILL HE!?
Romano: Tarrasque is taking a big risk by just thrashing about. He's more brains and not smart.
Taylor: Why is this a big risk? Shouldn't he be fighting as hard as he can?
Romano: By doing what he's doing, his breath is getting more labored and his blood pressure is rising. The fire is always most violent before it gets snuffed.
Tarrasque is shuffling about, but this isn't Bob's first rodeo. He hangs on and he roars as he manages to stay afloat. It looks like Tarrasque is about to pass out and thus, lost this match. That's when... Tarrasque starts adjusting himself. He's using his legs to move up to his knees right before he's climbing up to his feet, all without his arms! Soon, before we all know it, Bob The Builder is actually on the back of Tarrasque. He knows he needs to readjust. Because of the wild trashing, the referee's vision is often obstructed. Bob reaches into his tool belt and pulls out his handy dandy wrench! (Not notebook - fuck you, Steve from Blue's Clues). He doesn't even care if he gets disqualified. He wants to reign SUPREME!
Taylor: Bob! What are you doing!?
Romano: He doesn't care about victory at this point. He cares about dominance!
He raises the wrench over his head - but Tarrasque's thrashing forces Bob the Builder to drop the tool. Tarrasque uses his long arms and punches above him - WHAM! He hits Bob! He swings Bob to the front of him and takes him down with a POWERBOMB! OH MY WORD! IT'S HIS BROKEN BACK FINISHER! AND HE SLAMS BOB THE BUILDER ON THE WRENCH! BOB GETS SLAMMED TO THE WRENCH! The referee doesn't see it! He goes for the pin count!
...One!
...Two!
...Three!
The bell rings.
Jessie Love: Here is your winner of the match by pinfall - Tarrasque!
Taylor: Bob's use of weaponry became his folly! Tarrasque won!
Romano: What a finish! It wasn't clean. It wasn't even full of finesse, but at the end of the day, what matters more than anything is the win.
ASCENSION WRESTLING FEDERATION PRESENTS...
A VERY AWF CHRISTMAS!
LIVE DECEMBER 20TH, 2020 FROM THE XCEL ENERGY CENTER IN ST. PAUL, MINNESOTA!
The drum fill followed by the opening guitar riff for the title track off the fourth studio album by Canadian punk band Sum 41 begins to blare on the Ascension PA system. The fans begin to cheer as the lights go dark and a single spotlight appears on the ramp.
One, two, three, four
The rest of the band joins the guitar as Adam Sanders emerges behind the curtain. The fans give the Awkward One loud cheers as the spotlight follows his trek towards the ring.
Jessie Love: The following contest is scheduled for ONE FALL! Introducing first... from Grand Rapids, Michigan, weighing in at two hundred forty pounds, he is the Awkward One… ADAM SANDERS!!
Well, I won’t be caught living in a dead end job
While praying to my government guns and gods
Now it’s us against them, we’re here to represent
And spit right in the face of the establishment!
Sanders walks up the stairs, walks down the apron a bit and puts both arms in the air. The fans continue to give loud cheers for the AWF competitor as he steps between the top and middle rope to enter the ring. He steps on the opposite turnbuckle, the chorus of the song becomes the backdrop for him to hop back into the ring.
Well because we're doing fine, and we don't need to be told
That we're doing fine, 'cause we won't give you control.
And we don't need anything from you,
'Cause we'll be just fine, and we won't be bought and sold, just like you
Sanders paces the ring, waiting for his opponent.
"Bamboleo" by Gypsy Kings hits over the P.A. System and the crowd goes crazy for their Spanish Luchador! Carlos Ruiz walks out from the back posing for the crowd in his leather jacket that is zipped halfway up, pink speedo wrestling trunks, pink boots, and Maui Jim sunglasses. He stops on the way to the ring a couple of times to take selfies with the crowd.
Jessie Love: And his opponent... from Madrid, Spain... weighing in at 212 pounds... CARLOOOOS RUUUUIIIIZ!
He slides into the ring and blows kisses to the adoring fans. He smiles as he removes his jacket and sunglasses and hands them to the ringside attendant.
Singles Match
Adam Sanders vs. Carlos Ruiz
DING DING DING!!
The bell rings and Carlos Ruiz steps forward with a smile on his face, offering Adam Sanders a handshake. Adam sheepishly grins and reaches forward, accepting the handshake, before both men step back and start bouncing around on the balls of their feet, circling each other.
Taylor: Always great to see an exchange of respect and showmanship like that! It's what AWF was built on!
Romano: Sometimes you wouldn't know it, the way things are going around here.
Ruiz offers a tie-up, which is accepted quickly by Sanders. Both men lock up and struggle for control in the center of the ring. There's a brief back and forth for power, but the slightly larger Sanders is able to force Ruiz down to his knee. Ruiz drops to one knee and recognizes he's lost the exchange, instead rolling backwards and getting his feet up underneath Sanders, monkey flipping him over the top of his head and into the corner! Sanders crashes against the ringpost and Ruiz is quickly back up to his feet.
Romano: Smart thinking from Ruiz, he pivoted to a new strategy when he realized he was losing.
Ruiz follows up, charging at Sanders for a clothesline into the corner. Sanders sidesteps it and sends Ruiz face-first into the turnbuckle instead. Ruiz is stunned a bit and stumbles a few steps backwards, right into the waiting arms of Adam Sanders, who wraps him up from behind and sends him flying with a German suplex! Sanders bridges it into a pin attempt, Ruiz's shoulders are down!
ONE!
TWO!
KICKOUT!
Taylor: Ruiz managed to slide right out of that one.
Romano: It's hard to maintain leveraged with a bridge like that, Sanders needs to wear him down more.
Both men are back up to their feet, walking towards one another. Sanders throws a forearm, but Ruiz blocks it with his arm! He quickly kicks Sanders in the gut with his toes, causing the man to keel over, and then grapples him into a front facelock. He starts to lift Sanders into the air for a vertical suplex but Sanders keeps his feet planted firmly on the ground. Ruiz tries again, grunting as he tries to lift Sanders, but Sanders isn't budging. Ruiz tries a third time-- it works! Sanders goes up into the air in a vertical suplex... but the writhes free, sliding down behind Ruiz and shoving him towards the ropes. Ruiz hits the ropes and comes off them for a rebound -- only to get two feet planted in his face, courtesy of a dropkick from Adam Sanders!
Romano: Shades of Adrien Cochrane, right there!
With Ruiz back down on the mat, Sanders goes for a cover again.
ONE!
TWO!
T-- KICKOUT!
Ruiz manages to get another shoulder up.
Taylor: Again, Ruiz manages to get out of it!
Sanders shakes his head, realizing that quick pins aren't going to cut it against someone like Ruiz. He stands back to his feet and shakes it off, marching towards Ruiz, who scrambles to his feet. Ruiz starts to dance around Sanders as the Awkward One stalks after him. Realizing he's cornered, Ruiz gets backed against the turnbuckle and Sanders closes in... only for Ruiz to quickly hop to the second rope, facing Sanders, and leap off! Sanders gets his neck wrapped up by Ruiz's legs, and Ruiz spins around, taking Adam down to the mat with a hurricanrana! Adam tumbles to the mat as Ruiz bounces and lands back on his feet, gracefully. Ruiz is quickly up behind Sanders, waiting for him to rise. It doesn't take long at all for Sanders to get back on his feet as he gets wrapped up from behind into a full-nelson hold by Ruiz!
Romano: This is some classic wrestling here from Carlos Ruiz.
Ruiz keeps the hold locked in as Adam struggles against it, trying to crane his neck and arms free. It doesn't seem to be amounting to much. Carlos Ruiz uses his leverage to get Sanders out into the open before quickly sending him flying over the top of his head into a modified German suplex!
Taylor: Carlos nails the Luchaplex!
Ruiz goes for the cover!
ONE!
TWO!
KICKOUT!
Sanders is able to comfortably kick out, but is shaking out some cobwebs from the move.
Romano: Sanders kicks out, but that looked dangerous! He almost landed on his neck.
Adam gets back up to his feet. Ruiz moves in to pounce on him to keep up the assault, whipping him towards the ropes. Sanders hits the ropes and runs back, trying to take down Ruiz with a shoulder block, but Ruiz somersaults underneath. Sanders hits the ropes again and bounces, coming back for another pass at Ruiz, who dives over top of Sanders. Ruiz lands with his back to Sanders and quickly leaps into the air for a spinning roundhouse kick -- but nobody's home! Sanders caught himself on the next rebound, hooking his arms to stop his momentum. Ruiz is left to eat canvas, landing on his side before quickly scrambling back up to his feet.
Taylor: Smart ring awareness by Sanders, knowing when to stop.
Ruiz gets up and turns around... right into a Lightning Strike superkick from Adam Sanders! Ruiz is dazed, giving Sanders time to grapple him into a front facelock. In a reversal of earlier in the match, Sanders hoists Ruiz up high into the air for a vertical suplex... but this time, Ruiz isn't able to writhe free! Sanders quickly follows up with a piledriver from the vertical suplex position!
Taylor: THIS IS AWKWARD!
Romano: That might be lights out for Ruiz!
Sanders covers.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
DING DING DING
Jessie Love: Here is your winner... ADAMMMMM SANNNDEEERRRRSSSS!
Sanders stands up and holds his hands up in victory, thrilled with the outcome. But he takes the time to help Ruiz off the mat as well. Ruiz's pride is hurt, but this time, Sanders is the one to extend a hand. Ruiz accepts it and the two men show a mutual respect for each other while "Underclass Hero" by Sum 41 plays in the arena.
Taylor: Sanders scoops up a win!
Romano: It is somewhat refreshing to see two competitors behaving in such a respectful manner.
Taylor: That's what Prestige is all about!
"Super Dragon's here and I'm ready for a fight!" is heard before "Kung Fu Fighting" plays and Little Dragon appears and storms ringside. He reaches the ring and leaps over the top rope Luchador style and forward rolls to his feet in a dragon stance.
Jessie Love: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is for the XHF Phoenix CHAMPIONSHIP!! Introducing first, from Hong Kong, weighing in at two hundred twenty-five pounds… he is the Little Dragon, XIAOLONG!!
Taylor: The first of our two championship matches tonight. Both of which will involve members of the ReVenants.
Romano: And do you know why they involve the ReVenants?
Taylor: Because...
Romano: Because they have all the belts!
🎶HARD🎶 by Tay-K and BloccBoy JB erupts over the sound system throughout the arena and a roar of boo's and jeers explodes from the crowd. The beat drops and out from the curtain walks Rob Garcia wearing what looks to be a mink coat. He stops and stands at the entrance ramp, staring at the crowd with a smug look upon his face. As he stands there, his manager, Jeff Noon then makes his way out holding a clipboard and he then stands to the right of Rob. Rob turns his head to look at Jeff, and they both nod, Rob then slowly makes his way down towards the ring, Jeff following behind.
Jessie Love: And his opponent, accompanied by Jeff Noon, from Beverly Hills, California, weighing in at two hundred forty-four pounds… he is the XHF Phoenix Champion, ROB GARCIA!!
Rob stops half way and starts trash talking a fan, Jeff then uses his clipboard to block the fans face when they try to react and he then moves his hand forward to escort Rob to the ring. Rob jumps up on the ring apron, as Jeff runs up the steps, he walks to the turnbuckle, climbs it and raises his hand in the air holding up his index finger. The crowd continues to boo and yell insults and vulgar remarks at Rob as he yells "I'm the man! I'm number one! I'm the king of extreme!" He then jumps down off the turnbuckle and makes his way over to Noon.
Romano: And here we have one of the most gifted people to ever hold the Phoenix Championship.
Taylor: I mean, there’s a long history tied to that belt.
Romano: I stand by my statement.
XHF Phoenix Championship
Rob Garcia (c) vs. Xiaolong
Gabe Valentine holds the championship above his head to signal the belt is on the line as the bell rings to start the match.
DING DING DING
Jeff Noon starts shouting some instructions at Garcia as the Phoenix Champion gives a cocky grin in the direction of Xiaolong. Xiaolong gives an emotionless glare before throwing a wild left. Garcia responds with a left of his own and follows it up with a right. Xiaolong goes for another left to reply, but Garcia blocks it before sending his knee into Xiaolong’s chest.
Romano: Advantage, Champion.
Taylor: I mean, it’s quite early.
Rob Garcia lifts Xiaolong into the air for a suplex, but Xiaolong wiggles free… EXECUTING A BACKSTABBER ON THE WAY DOWN!!
Taylor: Beautiful counter!! What were you saying about an advantage?
Romano: Matches are long, Taylor.
Xiaolong does a few calculated kicks to Garcia’s ribs before executing a suplex of his own. He springboards into a slingblade and hooks the leg to try to win the Phoenix Championship a third time.
ONE!!
TWO!!
THR...NO!!
Rob Garcia kicks out.
Taylor: Garcia gets out before the count of three.
Romano: It’s going to take more than that to win the Phoenix Championship.
Xiaolong immediately applies a headlock and drops Garcia on the head with a DDT. He rolls him over for yet another cover.
ONE!!
TWO!!
THR...NO!!
Romano: You gonna have to do more than that, Little Dragon.
Taylor: Regardless of the count, Xiaolong has complete control of the match.
Romano: For now.
Xiaolong whips Garcia into the corner but when he charges after him, he eats turnbuckle. Garcia takes the stumbling Xiaolong and launches him with a german suplex. When Xiaolong pulls himself up, he finds Garcia sending him over the top with a clothesline.
Romano: And to the outside he goes!
Taylor: Gabe Valentine about to start the count out. I hope this isn’t Garcia’s retention plan.
Romano: I mean, he’s climbing the top rope.
One.
Two.
Garcia looks down at the downed from the top rope and flies…
Taylor: Flying Elbow Drop!
Romano: See? It’s all about inflicting the most damage that he can.
Garcia’s elbow collides with Xiaolong’s chest. And after that move, both men are down.
Three.
Four.
Garcia looks to be pulling himself up. Xiaolong is still down.
Five.
Six.
Garcia rolls into the ring and then out of the ring to reset the count out.
Taylor: Garcia is now setting the count out back to one.
Romano: He’s in his element now. He’s a hardcore wrestler. He likes to fight outside of the ring where he has more access to pain-inflicting surroundings.
One.
Garcia whips Xiaolong into the barricade before delivering a thrusting kick.
Two.
Taylor: Ouch! Xiaolong is being kicked into steel.
Romano: And what’s more is this isn’t something that warrants a disqualification. It’s simply frowned upon, not illegal.
Three.
Four.
Garcia does another whip, this time into the steel steps of the ring. Xiaolong’s body thuds as it crashes into the metal.
Five.
Six.
Garcia goes for a double axehandle smash… BUT XIAOLONG MOVES OUT OF THE WAY!!
Taylor: Rob Garcia eats a face full of steel. And he is down.
Romano: Remember, Garcia will retain if this ends with a count out.
Seven.
Eight.
Xiaolong starts to get back to his feet. Jeff Noon starts tending to Rob Garcia. Xiaolong rolls himself into the ring.
Nine.
Garcia rolls in but Xiaolong was waiting on him.
Taylor: Passe de muerta!
Romano: Ouch, he’s been targeting Rob’s head. And here goes the cover?
ONE!!
TWO!!
THR...NO!!!
Taylor: So close to a new champion!
Romano: And Garcia does not look happy that he came so close to losing the title.
Garcia is able to light a fire somewhere and take down Xiaolong. He throws a few punches before Gabe Valentine has to threaten to disqualify him for going past his five count. Xiaolong grabs Garcia’s leg to go for a dragon screw as they were getting up but Garcia lands an enziguri.
Taylor: And now these two are going at it!
Romano: They’re fired up now! Garcia, especially.
Xiaolong gets back up but finds the knee of Rob Garcia colliding with his face.
Taylor: LIGHTS OUT FOR HARAMBE!!
Romano: And that should be it! Cover!
ONE!!
TWO!!
THREE!!
DING DING DING
Jessie Love: Here is your winner, and STILL XHF PHOENIX CHAMPION… ROB GARCIA!!
The cameras open up in the hallway backstage where a victorious Adam Sanders cuts the corner to head back to his locker room. The Awkward One is still in his ring gear after his bout against Carlos Ruiz merely minutes ago and appears to be heading back to get changed and cleaned up for the evening. He approaches a door that has his name on a piece of paper on it before turning the door and opening. He stops in the door frame, frozen in surprise.
Sanders: Oh, hi! You’re… you’re here? What are you… how did you?
Adam takes a step forward before revealing that the person he’s conversing with is Betsy Granger. She’s laying on her back on a bench in front of a set of lockers. Her blonde hair is in a ballerina bun tied with a rainbow ribbon. Her demeanor is as casual as the torn jeans, blue tank top, and black leather jacket she’s wearing. She bounces up and rushes over to Adam, wrapping one arm over his shoulders, using her free hand to give him a noogie.
Granger: Oh, hi! I’m here!
She grins gleefully.
Granger: I waaaaaas going to call you and let you know the news, but I’m glad I waited. The look on your face was priceless!
Sanders: But, what… what are you doing here?
Granger: Well… I’m working here. You’re looking at AWF’s newest acquisition. I’ve decided to dust off the boots and give this nonsense another go. You know me, Adam. I can’t let things go until I’ve achieved some modicum of success.
Sanders: So you’re gonna wrestle again? Oh wow… and you’re here? We’ve… we’ve never been on the same roster before.
Betsy nods her head before patting her long-time best friend on the top of head, despite the fact Adam was much taller than Il Viadante.
Granger: Well, now we are. And we’re gonna kick some ass together! So tell me about the people here. I’m gonna need to learn a lot of faces since you’re the only one here I know. Who do I need to watch my back for and who can I cozy up to?
Sanders: Oh boy… where do I begin?
Granger: Alphabetically, you goof! Or by success rate, either one!
Sanders slowly closes the door to his locker room, giving him and his best friend privacy as he gives Granger her welcome to the company.
Jessie Love: The following tag team contest is scheduled for one fall, introducing first…
The lights in the arena cut out as a static noise. The static changes to the muted bass notes and snare drum for Royal Blood’s Out of the Black. The video screen flashes in time with the beat from darkness to a golden background with the word ‘ReKota’ written in blood red. Dakota Jennings comes out as alternate red and gold pyros shoot from the stage. The screen now reads ‘THE FOX AND THE FIRECRACKER’. Dakota wears a smile as the crowd meet her with cheers. The red of her one shouldered chiffon dress matches the red on the screen. She motions to the entrance as Cross Recoba steps out, no such attire for him. He steps to her, Silver Lionhead cane in hand. He embraces her before twirling her away and uses the cane to unhook her dress revealing her ring attire. As the music settles down into the verse they walk arm in arm to the ring.
Jessie Love: Weighing in at a combined weight of three hundred forty-five pounds. They are Cross Recoba and Dakota Jennings… REKOTA!!
The fans continue to be split between boos for Cross and cheers for Dakota as they reach ringside, Dakota hopping up on the ring apron as Cross rests his cane against the steps before climbing them. The two enter the ring.
Taylor: I think you can make the argument that this is one of the most dangerous duos you can pair together. They are at least on the level of Chris Card and Natasha.
Romano: Okay. Go ahead. Make your argument.
Taylor: Well, one is undefeated in AWF. The other one just won End of Days. They care about each other. They work together.
"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 two figures that make their way out from behind the curtains.
Jessie Love: And their opponents, weighing in at a combined weight of five hundred twelve pounds, they are the AWF United States and Around the Clock Champions, Neo James Carner and Keith Williams… THE REVENANTS!!
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! Neo Carner and Keith Williams! 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.
Romano: You know what’s my argument against them?
Taylor: I feel like I know where you’re going with this.
Romano: Look at all those belts that group has. You can’t ignore the fact that NJC and Keith Williams are established champions in our company.
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. Neo enters the ring, grasping the top rope and pulling back on it, releasing it only to flex his muscles for the enjoyment of... Everyone! Keith joins him, the two posing together in the middle of the ring. To really make it feel special, several streams of red pyro go off behind them as they all stop posing now, taking to their corner and joking around with one another.
Tag Team Match
High Finance (Cross Recoba & Dakota Jennings) vs. The ReVenants (Neo James Carner/Keith Williams)
Looking like a fire has been lit under her, Dakota Jennings is quick to enter the match for her team. Neo James Carner and Keith Williams play a little game of Rock, Paper, Scissors to decide who enters first for them and Carner wins for his team and slides into the ring. The pair close and lock up, Carner quickly spinning out with Jennings' arm to turn it to a side wristlock. Dakota, light on her feet, bounces a couple of times to attempt to free herself before reversing the pressure with a forwards roll. Carner steps through to loosen the grip and steps through to re-reverse the hold but as he passes, Dakota rips Carner's arm and sends the Infinity King headlong across the ring. Not wanting to get hit with a move upon rebounding, Carner drops to mat level and uses his momentum to carry him safely to floor level. Keith Williams walks over to give his partner some advice but Dakota rushes the ropes, hops onto the top rope with a half spin and soars off with a beautiful Quebrada Suicida onto both her opponents. Dakota slides back into the ring and poses.
Taylor: Dakota Jennings looks heated coming into this match!
Romano: The ReVenants have got under her skin recently and that's a double edged sword at best.
Williams and Carner slowly regain their footing, slightly dazed from Dakota's moonsault. Cross, meanwhile has worked his way into the ring, the referee struggling to maintain order. Cross charges to the ring edge where Williams and Carner are regrouping. Cross jumps at his tag partner and Dakota Jennings LIFTS CROSS UP LIKE A RYDEEN BOMB, ALLOWING RECOBA TO ANGLE DOWN ONTO THE REVENANTS FROM A STUPIDLY HIGH ANGLE, PLANTING A FOOT INTO EACH MEMBER'S FACE!
Taylor: MILLION LIRA DROPKICK!
Romano: With the boost, probably about a Billion Lira.
Cross slings NJC back into the ring and Dakota covers...
ONE!
TWO!
Carner kicks out. Cross stands quickly and whips The King Of Crowns into a neutral corner, rushing in after him with a massive running chop that sounds out so loud that it gets picked up on TAYLOR'S mic. Carner's face is the picture of anguish but Cross simply offers a half smile as he draws his hand back and slices the air with another massive chop, then three more machine gun like chops. Carner's chest is turning a wonderful shade of beet red as Cross grabs him as he staggers out of the corner, turning towards the center of the ring and hitting a spinning side slam, popping up instantly and dropping a lightning fast elbow drop. Cross hooks a leg...
ONE!
TWO!
TH. Carner kicks out.
Taylor: Carner got lit up there.
Romano: Sure getting chopped hurts, but it's not really the knockout blow Cross is looking for.
Grabbing Carner by the arm, Cross hauls his opponent to his feet and with a near effotless movement of his wrist, throws Carner away to the ropes. NJC rebounds back at Cross who ducks down and hits a HUGE back body drop, sending Carner flying into the air but Keith Williams, having blind tagged himself in, sneaks up behind The Man Worth A Million Euros and dropkicks him in the small of the back. Cross falls forwards and Keith follows up right away with an elbow drop. The Paragon of Sleaze fishes for an arm from the ground, maybe looking to lock in the Ode to Alex Trebek but as he hooks the first arm and starts reaching for the second, Dakota rushes into the ring and kicks Keith clear of her pugnacious, pugilistic paramour. Keith styles it out and rolls to his feet, offering a mocking bow at Jennings as the referee escorts her out of the ring.
Taylor: Keith Williams really has a way of getting under people's skin.
Romano: Did you mean that in a sexual way.
Taylor: NO!
Romano: Because that's how he would treat it.
Williams drags Cross along the mat to his own corner and tags in Carner. The Heaven Sent Essence enters the ring and grabs Recoba by the ankle, lifting Cross' leg up and kicking him firmly on the inner thigh. NJC hoists Cross up and grabs the same leg again, spinning down to the canvas with a tight Dragon Screw leg whip. Carner hauls Cross off the mat again and leans backwards so Williams can tag himself back in. The Residence Of Royal Presence lifts the leg again and passes it off to Keith Williams, who immediately hits a Dragon Screw of his own. Williams leans back, Carner tags back in and Williams hooks Cross's ankle, falling back with a DDT like motion, jamming Cross' foot into the mat. Williams rolls away and Carner wraps up Cross' legs, spinning down to the mat while Cross is trapped in an Inverted Figure Four Leglock.
Taylor: FOREVER FIGURE FOUR!
There is a blur of red hair speeding across the ring as Dakota Jennings hits a full speed corner to corner basement dropkick to break the hold before any further serious damage can be done and again the referee has to escort her out. Williams hops over the ropes, self tagging by smacking his own hand behind the referee's back before sliding through the ropes, blowing a kiss at the restrained Ginger Bombshell before stomping away at Cross Recoba. NJC gets to his feet and adds a few stomps of his own, the pair making full use of the time afforded by Dakota distracting the ref to lay a savage beatdown on the cornered Cross.
Taylor: This isn't a wrestling match. This is a damn mugging by the ReVenants!
Romano: Have they been DQd for it?
Taylor: They should be!
Romano: When they are, then it becomes a problem.
Carner steps out for the briefest of seconds before tagging himself back into the fray. The pair grab an arm each of Cross' and lead him towards the centre of the ring. Cross fires a quick chop off at Williams, but Carner knees him in the gut before he can mount any level of comeback. The ReVs sling Cross at the ropes and as he rebounds, Williams jacks him up into the air with a swift push and with Cross falling, parallel to the mat, NJC snags him out of the air and hooks Cross' head, spiking him with a vicious DDT.
Taylor: THE CALL OF THE WILD!
Caner covers as Williams plays defense...
ONE!
TWO!
THR.. DAKOTA SLINGSHOTS INTO THE RING, DROPKICKING WILLIAMS INTO THE PILE!
Taylor: That was close!
Romano: The problem with a quick pair of opponents is that they can break pins up in a flash at any time.
Again Dakota is escorted away from the action and this time Williams turns away from her and offers a mocking slap to his own ass, before heading for the ropes. Carner grabs a handful of hair and yanks Cross up to a seated position, Keith hitting a low angle Bicycle Kick to Cross' face just as Carner releases his grip. Finally the referee turns to the ReVenants and Williams back off to his own corner, extending his boot out invitingly. Carner slings Cross at Williams' sole and the High Finance member runs face first into the outstretched boot. Dazed, Recoba wheels away from the corner, right into a waiting NJC, who stuffs Cross into a standing head scissors. Carner turns to face away from the corner and hoists Recoba into a crucifix hold, allowing Williams to tag in on his back. Williams ascends to the top turnbuckle and DIVES OFF, CLOTHESLINING CROSS INTO A SITOUT CRUCIFIX POWERBOMB FROM NEO JAMES CARNER!
Taylor: OFF WITH THEIR HEAD INTO THE CROSS PUNISHER BOMB!
Romano: Cross Punisher, very literally.
Carner rolls away quickly allowing Williams to cover
ONE!
TWO!
TH.. and Dakota AGAIN rushes in to break up the pin. She hits a running kick to Williams to flick him off Cross, then a dropkick to Carner to knock him off the apron before lifting up Cross Recoba and BIEL TOSSING HIM ACROSS THE RING TOWARDS THEIR OWN CORNER! Williams gets up to one knee and DAKOTA CHARGES ACROSS THE RING, SPRINGBOARDING OFF WILLIAMS' KNEE INTO A SHINING WIZARD!
Taylor: IT CAME FROM SCOTTSDALE!
But Dakota is a ball of energy. She spies NJC getting back onto the ring apron and backs off a few steps before rushing the corner and USING KEITH WILLIAMS' BACK AS THE SPRINGBOARD TO CONNECT A SECOND SHINING WIZARD TO THE STANDING CARNER!
Taylor: AND A SECOND! A TOWERING IT CAME FROM SCOTTSDALE!
With Carner out of the picture, Dakota eyes Williams, anger burning in her eyes. Williams stands, facing away from Dakota and slowly turns. Dakota blows a kiss at Williams, mocking his taunt at her earlier in the match and then NEAR TAKES HIS HEAD OFF WITH A SUPERKICK!
Taylor: DKO MARK ONE!
Romano: That'll leave a mark on Keith Williams' face.
Dakota Jennings turns down the opportunity to pin and hauls up Williams, slinging him into the ReKota corner. 'Kota checks to see if Cross has recovered enough to help out on something they have planned out beforehand and on seeing her partner has the wind to hit one more move, she tags Cross Recoba in. Recoba fights through the pain enough to lift Keith Williams up and invert him...
Taylor: ULTIMATE CLIMAX!
Cross holds Williams in a tombstone position before muscling him out parallel to the canvas. With perfect positioning, Dakota LEAPS INTO THE AIR AND SNAGS WILLIAMS' HEAD IN A THREE QUARTER HEADLOCK!
Taylor: NO! INTO A DKO MARK TWO!
Romano: Ultimate + 1 Climax?
At full speed Dakota flies across the ring, diving over the ropes and collecting Neo James Carner with a crossbody that sends both to the floor. Cross flips Williams over and flops down onto him...
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
Jessie Love: Your winners, representing High Finance, DAKOTA JENNINGS, CROSS RECOBA, REEEEEEEEEEKOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOTAAAAAAAAAA!
Backstage, Cross Recoba and Dakota Jennings are strolling through the mess of cables and support staff that clutters the backstage area. They are stopped by Chris Card, sidling into view of the cameras.
Chris Card: Ah, I’ve been looking for the two of you. I just wanted to start by first wishing congratulations on winning End Of Days to Dakota here. See, this should clear up any accusations of High Finance asking you to join just because you’re Cross here’s significant other.
Dakota Jennings: Thanks, Chris.
Chris Card: In fact, should you decide to cash in that shot at A Very AWF Christmas, and you should, Cross here will start being known across the industry as Dakota Jennings’ boyfriend.
Cross looks rather put out by that statement.
Cross Recoba: What are you getting at, Chris?
Chris Card: You see, Cross. For all your wins, your great performances, your impeccable in ring technique, you haven’t actually managed to win any gold recently.
Cross Recoba: Well, it’s not like the bookers have given me any chances.
Chris Card: Quite right. I’m not denigrating your ability here, Cross. I’m just saying you need a shot.
Cross Recoba: I think the brain trust is worried that if I won a belt they’d be scrambling for months, years even before anyone could step up and take it off me.
Chris Card: Exactly. People with your level of talent put the fear of God into authorities. So we need to convince them to give you that shot at the Prestige Championship. And I think I’ve found the perfect opponent for you to challenge at the federation’s seasonal celebration.
Cross Recoba: Go on.
Chris Card: A former Prestige Champion. One whose time holding the belt was referred to as “The Reign Of Terror,” due to his months long unshakable grip on the title. In short, me.
Cross Recoba: Wait, are you trying to angle for the destruction of this whole project?
Chris Card: Not at all, Cross. You need a high profile opponent. You need someone to test your skills against in a match that if you win, everybody has to take you seriously. And I, quite frankly, am a former Prestige Champion with very little on my plate at the moment.
Cross Recoba: So what’s the catch, Chris? I’ve known you long enough to know that there’s always a catch somewhere.
Chris Card: No catch, Cross. Just an opportunity for you to have a big match against “Big Match” Card…
Card looks into the camera and grins
Chris Card: Buy the T-shirt in the XHF Network Shop. And if you win, you’re going to be in the conversation for a shot at Dakota’s title.
Dakota Jennings: If I win it.
Chris Card: Details, Dakota. You are going to win it.
Cross Recoba: So we fight, raise my profile, make the morons in head office stop overlooking me.
Chris Card: It’s a win-win.
Cross Recoba: I presume you’re at least going to do me the honor of not cheating against your own tag team partner.
Chris Card: If I get caught, I give you as full credit as if you had made me tap out clean to your Guillotine.
Cross Recoba: That’s not an answer. In fact, that’s almost suggesting that you intend to cheat.
Chris Card: That’s why I like you, Cross. Very perceptive. Cheating against one’s own tag team partner would be a low move when we could have such a great match without any chicanery.
Cross Recoba: Again, not an answer.
Chris Card: Cross Recoba. You are one of the greatest wrestlers I have ever seen in this industry. It would be doing you a great disservice to not offer the full array of what I am capable of. I would almost be handing you the match on a plate. The last thing you want when trying to prove yourself is a victory against a hamstrung opponent. Have as much faith in yourself as I do in you. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have business to attend to elsewhere.
Card smartly walks out of shot, lifting his cellphone to his ear.
Dakota Jennings: You gonna take the match?
Cross Recoba: Yes.
Dakota Jennings: But you know he will cheat.
Cross Recoba: Yes, and it’ll be disappointing but not surprising. He’s Chris Card, he’s as likely to cheat as he is to draw his next breath..
After a hard-fought match with Cross Recoba and Dakota Jennings, the ReVenants disappear to the back and split ways. Keith Williams helps himself to a bottle of water, knowing to stick around for the AWF Prestige Championship Match. He is handed his phone by a technician. He smiles one of his sleezy grins.
Keith Williams: I’ll see you tonight.
There is a sound in the distance that catches Keith’s attention. The champion throws his Around the Clock Championship over his shoulder and heads towards it. Weirdly enough, it seems to sound extremely loud to Keith, but the rest of us can’t hear it.
Williams: Huh?
Williams checks over his shoulder. He has built his reign about being on the eye out for challengers, and this is no exception. The cameras are able to pick up a tiny bit of the sound, but not to the volume it irritates Williams.
Sound: M
Williams: Is anyone else hearing this?
Williams moves closer to the sound, even moving a crate to check for the source. He is closer, but still no clue on the source.
Sound: Me
Williams:: Where is that coming from?
Finally, Keith spots a potential source of the sound. There is a table laid out with AWF masks, hand sanitizer, and guides to stay safe backstage. But the sound is coming from underneath.
Sound: Mew!
Keith: Ah there ya are. C’mere ya little pussy--
Tiny Fur: ME-
Even Keith’s hands are too big for the kitten, and he uses his fingers to close the mouth of the itty bitty kitty.
Williams: Now shut your---
The crowd roars as they see who's behind Keith.
Romano: Don’t turn around, Keith! Run!
Taylor: I don’t think he’s going to like the view!
Subject #42: RAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHH!
Keith Williams’ beautiful tan goes white as he turns around to discover a pissed-off 7 foot 325 pound Protector looking back at him. He immediately yeets Tiny Fur towards Subject and goes to take off down the hall, but the beast has both caught him and the kitten. Subject has one of its hands wrapped around Keith’s throat.
Subject #42: RRAGHH!
Keith: I’M SORRY--
Williams reaches back with his free hand, quickly dispensing some hand sanitizer and then jabbing the chemical directly into Subject’s eye!
Subject #42: RAGH!
Keith grabs the Around the Clock championship, looking to swing it in the face of the monster and take him down. He swings up towards the taller Subject, but the partial blinding causes Subject to duck down and grab at their eye. The beast grabs at Keith’s throat once more, this time getting a better grip. Keith reaches back for more sanitizer…
...but is sent through the table, courtesy of a devastating Choke Bomb! The commotion has attracted the attention of a referee, and Subject covers!
...ONE…
...TWO....
...THREE!
Taylor: Subject #42 is the new Around the Clock Champion! Not a devil that stole his title, but a monster!
Romano: No! This can’t be right! Who’s going to stop a monster like that backstage?
The crowd cheers the defeat of Keith Williams as Subject is handed the championship. Subject would smile, but it’s still grabbing its eye, needing the chemical fleshed out. Our new trio -- Subject, Tiny Fur, and the Around the Clock championship head towards the medical area as the camera cuts.
Taylor:: And here we are, the end of the road.
Romano:: A match that has been expected for awhile now. Unfortunate that it's had to come to this.
Taylor:: The bitterness, the hatred between these two will finally come to an end. One way or another.
"It can't be bargained with. It can't be reasoned with.
It doesn't feel pity, or remorse, or fear.
And it absolutely will not stop, ever!
Until you are dead."
The arena lights pulse red to the pounding beat of 'Humans Are Such Easy Prey' as Bloodied Fox steps through the curtain, hood up, a look of determination on his face. He stalks down to the ring, completely ignoring the fans as he briefly looks up to stare at the steel cage in its entirety before stepping inside and sliding into the ring.
Taylor:: Bloodied Fox has wanted this match for months- to get his hands on Dillinger and to get his revenge.
Romano: And now that he's got him, the question is can he actually do it? The cage will keep the ReVenants out, but Seth is the only three time Prestige Champion for a reason. Fox pinned him before- but can he do it when it matters is the true question.
"Aw, fuck yo' headphone!"
"Timebomb" by Beck blasts into the arena and all the lights change to a cool shade of neon blue. Seth Dillinger, the Prestige Champion, struts out to the top of the ramp wearing sunglasses, jeans, and a button-down shirt with the top two buttons undone. The crowd boos as the former fan favorite plays up his cockiness, mouthing off to those in the front row and telling them he's hot shit. He takes off his sunglasses about halfway down the ramp, folds them closed, and casually tosses them into the crowd just to make sure they know he is better than them. Seth looks to the cage, seeing Fox standing in the middle of it with a deadset look in his eyes- Seth then looks down at his championship before going inside as well.
Taylor:: And the Prestige Champion himself, Seth Dillinger. The man Fox has spent so long hunting down.
Romano:: And I can't blame ‘em, after everything Dillinger's done- but you have to wonder, is Fox’s head in the game? Can he concentrate to get the win?
Taylor: For the sake of AWF as a whole, I hope so. The ReVenants have been allowed to do whatever they want for far too long!
The referee outside closes the cage door and locks it, sealing the two inside as Dillinger stands toe-to-toe with Fox. The tension burning as Fox gives an unwavering glare.
Jessie Love:: Introducing FIRST, the CHALLENGER! Hailing from Reading, Berkshire, England… Standing at 5 feet 9 inches and weighing at 195 pounds! He is the Vulpine Scumbag, BLOODIEDDDDDD FOXXX!
Fox doesn't move an itch, simply staring as the crowd cheers. He couldn't care less about what they think of him.
Jessie Love:: Last but not LEAST, coming from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania-! Standing at at 6 feet and weighing 215 pounds, he is the PRESTIGE CHAMPIOOOON! SETH! DILLINGERRRRR!
Dillinger raises the the gold-plated title high with a smile on his face as he basks in the crowd's hatred for him.
The referee inside motions for them both to move toward their corners, which they do- though Fox does with reluctance. The ref takes the Prestige title from Seth and then shows it to Fox, whose eyes still don't move away from his former friend and now archenemy. The referee then signals for the match to begin. The bell rings.
AWF Prestige Championship Match
Steel Cage Match
Seth Dillinger (c) vs. Bloodied Fox
As soon as it does- FOX RUSHES OUT OF THE CORNER AND DELIVERS A JOHN WOO DROPKICK INTO DILLINGER'S CHEST- SENDING HIM INTO THE CORNER WINDED! FOX GETS UP AND PACES BACK- RUNS FORWARD AGAIN AND THIS TIME WITH A HESITATION DROPKICK RIGHT TO THE CHAMP'S JAW! DILLINGER GOES LIMP AS FOX DRAGS HIM OUT OF THE CORNER!
Taylor:: AND FOX ABSOLUTELY EXPLODES!
Romano:: He's making his emotions VERY clear!
Fox climbs on top of Dillinger and starts laying into him with mounted palm strikes! The champion attempts to cover up but Foxi s RELENTLESS! There's no five count to stop him from absolutely tearing into the man he hates! Dillinger manages to slip from under the mount and scramble toward the ropes to get away, Fox gets up to follow and goes for a SAITO SUPLEX- But DILLINGER HOLDS ONTO THE ROPES! He elbows Fox in the mouth, who still holds on-! He elbows him again, this time his grip loosens- and a FINAL elbow that sends the Vulpine Scumbag stumbling back, holding his jaw. Fox bolts back toward him- BUT GETS NAILED WITH A STIFF SUPERKICK!
Taylor:: Dillinger manages to get him to back off!
Romano:: Like I said, Fox's anger is blinding him- charging head on will do him no good!
Fox falls to his knees as Dillinger takes a moment to breathe, before delivering a BASEMENT DROPKICK to the side of the Psycho Scavenger's face. Dillinger stands with a look of confliction and anger on his face as he stares down at his former stablemate.
He PUNTS Fox in the side, the challenger groans in pain as he rolls over. Dillinger runs a hand through his hair as the crowd boos loudly. He turns to the ropes and runs towards them, rebounding off to deliver a FLYING FOREARM to Fox! He quickly goes for the pin.
ONE!- KICKOUT!
Taylor:: Dillinger is wearing the challenger down fast.
Romano:: I'd be surprised if Fox hasn't been concussed.
Dillinger goes for another pin, but Fox quickly kicks out before the referee even gets to the one count. The champion, frustrated, quickly goes for another pin, but Fox energetically kicks out again. This time, Dillinger rolls back out of the ring and looks under the apron.
Taylor:: What is he looking for?
Romano:: Nothing good for Fox, I presume…
Dillinger pulls out a TABLE from the apron and slides it into the ring, then a LADDER. Followed with a few chairs- and last, but not least- a kendo stick. He looks back into the ring with a cold look in his eyes as he climbs back in, kendo stick in hand.
Taylor:: Oh no..
Romano:: There's no disqualification in this match, he's perfectly allowed to do this- But how far is he willing to go?!
As the Psycho Scavenger begins making it to his feet, HE GETS CRACKED ACROSS THE HEAD! The crowd's boos grow lowder as Dillinger stares down at his fallen opponent, before swinging AGAIN! Fox yells out as his back begins to redden, Dillinger swings AGAIN, THIS TIME CATCHING FOX IN THE FACE WITH A LOUD SNAP! FOX WRITHES IN AGONY, THRASHING AROUND!
Taylor:: OH, GOD!
Romano:: He might've broken his nose!
Blood doesn't hesitate to start rushing from the bridge of Fox's nose, covering his face in a crimson mask as his eyes almost look glazed over. The crowd goes silent from shock and disgust at the brutality. Dillinger takes the stick and PRESSES IT AGAINST THE LACERATION ON FOX'S NOSE, DIGGING IT IN WHILE PRESSING HIS WEIGHT ALL ON TOP OF IT- FOX YELLS OUT IN PAIN AS BOOS GROW LOUDER UNTIL DILLINGER STOPS! The wound on Fox's face has grown wider, now oozing a dark red as the mat begins to get covered in it. The referee steps in between to check on the challenger, asking him if he's still able to continue. Fox weakly shakes his head yes, causing the champion to grow angry. Dillinger pushes the referee out of the way and grabs Fox by the hair, forcing him to look up at him.
Dillinger: Do you think I WANT to do this?! STAY DOWN!
Fox simply spits blood in the champion's face, causing him to recoil. As he does- FOX GOES FOR HIS ARM AND PULLS HIM DOWN, BRINGING HIS ARM BENT AWKWARDLY BETWEEN HIS LEGS AND PULLING HIS HEAD INTO A CRANK- THE LAMENT CONFIGURATION! SETH DROPS THE KENDO STICK AND YELLS OUT IN PAIN AS THE ENERGY IN THE ARENA IGNITES!
Taylor:: LAMENT CONFIGURATION!
Romano:: HE'S GOING TO BREAK DILLINGER'S ARM AND NECK WITH HOW TIGHT HE'S GOT IT LOCKED IN!
DILLINGER MANAGES TO QUICKLY ROLL OVER, PULLING FOX INTO A LA MAGISTRAL PIN!
ONE!
TW- KICKOUT!
FOX FLIPS OUT OF THE PIN BACK TO HIS FEET! Dillinger quickly gets up, holding his left arm and reaching back for his weapon, BUT GETS HIT WITH A JUMPING ENZUIGIRI THAT SENDS HIM AGAINST THE ROPES- HE REBOUNDS AND CONNECTS WITH A SUPERMAN PALM STRIKE THAT SENDS DILLINGER OVER- FLYING INTO THE CAGE WALL AND COLLAPSING!
Taylor:: BOOM, HEADSHOT!
Romano:: RIGHT TO THE MOUTH!
Fox quickly hops over the ropes onto the apron, leaning against the turn post, he waits for Dillinger to stand and RUNS, SWINGING HIS FOOT OFF THE APRON RIGHT INTO THE CHAMPION'S STERNUM THAT SENDS HIM RIGHT BACK DOWN!
Taylor:: PEE-KAY FROM OFF THE APRON!
Romano:: Fox is getting his head back into the game!
He jumps off and grabs Dillinger,SLAMMING HIS FACE against the cage- then going for an Irish whip, but the champion counters with one of his own- Fox stops it and goes for a STIFF Kawada Kick that causes Dillinger to double over, BEFORE RAKING FOX'S FACE- SPECIFICALLY HIS GUSHING CUT, THAT CAUSES FOX TO FALL BACKWARD! The champ backs up and runs in for a SLING BLADE- NO, FOX CATCHES HIM AND SENDS HIM SHOULDER FIRST INTO THE STEEL STEPS! SETH CRIES OUT! Fox wastes no time, grabbing Dillinger by the hurt arm and SLAMMING IT ELBOW FIRST INTO THE APRON! SETH GOES DOWN! The Vulpine Scumbag grabs him and throws him back into the ring.
Taylor:: He's destroying the champion's arm!
Romano:: Fox smells blood in the water and he's taking advantage.
Fox quickly goes for a pin.
ONE!
TWO!- KICKOUT!
Dillinger gets the beaten shoulder up- AND GETS MET WITH A KNEE DRIVEN INTO THAT ARM! FOX DRIVES ANOTHER KNEE INTO HIS ARM BEFORE PULLING HIM INTO A HAMMERLOCK WITH HIS OTHER ONE! Fox begins to pull his arm back, with Dillinger pleading with increasing pain- FOX SNAPS BACK WITH AN ARMBREAKER THAT SENDS DILLINGER REELING IN AGONY! Fox stares at his handiwork, a sadistic look of satisfaction on his face as Dillinger begins to make it back to his feet, clutching his now injured arm.
Taylor:: This is… growing more and more uncomfortable to watch.
Romano:: Fox has said it many times, he wants to destroy Seth Dillinger- This shouldn't be any surprise.
Dillinger gets to his feet slowly, and GETS MET WITH A ELBOW! He stumbles back, but meets Fox with one of his own! Fox! Dillinger! Fox! Dillinger! Fox ROCKS him with a palm strike and the worn down champion almost falls to his knees- BUT THEN RAKES FOX'S FACIAL WOUND AND FOX SCREAMS, STUMBLING AWAY! SETH THEN HITS HIM WITH A SUPERKICK THAT STUNS FOX!! DILLINGER GOES TO REBOUND OFF OF THE ROPES BUT IS STOPPED IN HIS TRACKS WITH A HEAD KICK THAT LEAVES HIM OUT ON HIS FEET! Dillinger TWISTS around with a CORKSCREW ROUNDHOUSE KICK and Fox falls backwards, bouncing off the ropes completely dazed- DILLINGER SWINGS FOR A CLOTHESLINE BUT FOX DUCKS BEHIND HIM AND GETS BOTH HANDS IN FOR A FULL NELSON- FOX SNAPS BACKWARD WITH A DRAGON SUPLEX, SPIKING DILLINGER ON THE TOP OF HIS HEAD- THEY BOTH GO LIMP!
Taylor:: FOX TRAP SUPLEX!
Romano:: ONE OF THEM NEEDS TO GET UP, THE REFEREE IS COUNTING!
ONE!
Fox slowly stirs, the Psycho Scavenger wipes some of the blood off of his face.
TWO!
Dillinger shows life, his body beginning to straighten out as he instinctively rolls into the corner of the ring.
THREE!
Fox notices and struggles to stand, falling over back onto his knees. Seth lethargically pulls himself up into the corner. The referee goes to check on Fox, then turns to Dillinger. Fox gets up, gritting his teeth through the pain and rage- and runs toward DILLINGER- DILLINGER PULLS THE REFEREE IN THE WAY, WHO COLLIDES WITH FOX AND THEY BOTH GO DOWN!
Taylor:: THE REFEREE IS DOWN! SETH DID THAT ON PURPOSE!
Romano:: Sometimes you have to sacrifice others to get ahead-!
Dillinger grins tiredly as boos ring out, looking down at the knocked out ref and Fox, who quickly tries to get back to his feet with a confused look on his face. DILLINGER RUNS IN WITH A SLING BLADE, SPIKING FOX ON THE BACK OF HIS HEAD!
Taylor:: NEON CRASH!
Romano:: Look, he isn't finished!
DILLINGER CLIMBS TO THE TOP TURNBUCKLE AS THE REF BEGINS GETTING UP. DILLINGER TURNS TO THE CROWD WATCHING AND GIVES THEM ALL A MIDDLE FINGER, BEFORE DIVING IN WITH A 450 SPLASH- CONNECTING FULLY WITH FOX!
Taylor:: ACID RAIN! ACID RAIN!
Romano: THAT'S IT, IT'S OVER!
The champ tiredly hooks a leg of the unconscious challenger. The referee goes to count.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
...
NOOOOO! FOX GETS THE SHOULDER AT THE LAST POSSIBLE MOMENT! DILLINGER LOOKS DOWN AT HIM, HIS EYES WIDENED AS HE TURNS TO THE REFEREE- INSISTING THAT IT WAS THREE! HE RUNS HIS HANDS THROUGH HIS HAIR, BEGINNING TO HAVE A MELTDOWN!
Taylor:: FOX KICKED OUT! THE MATCH ISN'T OVER YET!
Romano: HE'S STILL GOT SOME FIGHT LEFT IN HIM, SETH DOESN'T HAVE TIME TO HAVE A TANTRUM!
DILLINGER GOES OVER THE TOP ROPE ONTO THE APRON, STALKING FOX AS HE YELLS AT HIM TO GET UP! HE'S GOING FOR THE SOUTH PHILLY STUNNER! HE SPRINGBOARDS IN- NO, FOX PICKS UP A CHAIR AND TOSSES IT WILDLY RIGHT INTO DILLINGER'S FACE, CAUSING HIM TO LOSE HIS FOOTING AND HANG HIMSELF UP ON THE ROPES, FLOPPING BACK INTO THE RING- COMPLETELY LAID OUT!
Taylor:: JESUS CHRIST!
Romano: THAT COULD EASILY KILL A MAN!
Fox looks at the champion with a wild look as he turns back to the table that was brought into the ring. He sets the table legs up- and quickly hastens to grab Dillinger, throwing him onto the table. Fox picks up the ladder, leaning against it as he can barely move- only adrenaline is keeping him awake and on his feet. He sets up the ladder and begins to start climbing shakily- once he gets to the stop, he stands… but he isn't satisfied with the height. Instead he reaches out to PULL HIMSELF UP TO THE CAGE'S CEILING, STARING DOWN AT THE CHAMPION!
Taylor:: Wait, no.. No, Fox, don't do this! Think about yourself!
Romano: Oh my God..
Taylor:: Fox…!
Fox hangs on, hesitantly staring at the champ on the ladder. He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath…
Taylor:: FOX, NO!
THEN LETS GO, SPLITTING HIS LEGS INTO FROG SPLASH FORMATION- AS HE CRASHES 20 FEET DOWN INTO DILLINGER THROUGH THE TABLE WITH THE AIR VULPINE! THE RING MAKES A LOUD THUD THAT ECHOES THROUGHOUT THE ENTIRE ARENA! THE REFEREE STEPS BACK AND COVERS HIS MOUTH
The audience screams in terror at the life-threatening move for both men. The commentary team is stunned, neither competitor moves. Dillinger begins to cough weakly and gag, blood erupting from his mouth like a volcano as he clutches his abdomen. Fox's body rolls over back first.
Taylor:: I.. I think Dillinger is seriously hurt.
Romano: It… looks like internal bleeding. His ribs must be destroyed…
Taylor:: Fox doesn't even seem like he's breathing.
Fox's unconscious arm finds its way over Dillinger's chest. The ref falls to count.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
DING! DING! DING!
Jessie Love:: ...Your winner and NEW Prestige Champion, BLOODIED FOXXXXXXXXXXXXX!
“Humans Are Such Easy Prey” by PERTURBATOR plays through the silence of the entire building as Fox begins to wake up, the referee helping him while medics rush down the entrance ramp as the cell door is open. Fox, red running down his face and chest, stares down at Dillinger- his eyes not moving as he is handed the AWF Prestige Championship. He doesn't even look at the gold as he simply sits down, breathing heavily while a stretcher is brought out for the former champion.
Taylor:: It's.. over.
Romano: And Bloodied Fox is our new champion.
Taylor:: But at what cost? What has he done to himself, his own body, his mental health in order to beat the man he's wanted revenge against for so long?
Romano: That… I suppose we'll see.
