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Next Level Wrestling Presents
ASCENDENCY VI - OPEN FIGHT NIGHT
LIVE from the Avron B Fogelman Arena in New Orleans, Louisiana
December 26th, 2020
The opening riffs of "Obey" by Bring Me The Horizon and YUNGBLUD echoes throughout the arena as the fans begin to cheer loudly. The camera focuses on the announce team of Dan Simmons and Tommy West.
Dan Simmons: Happy Holliday's to everybody tuning into another episode of Next Level Wrestling's Ascendancy. As always I am Dan Simmons alongside my broadcast partner, Tommy West and Tommy, not only are we feeling festive, it's Open Fight Night!
Tommy West: You know Simmo, a few years ago I used to love sitting and watching Open Fight Night in AXW, you never really knew who would show up, you certainly had no idea what would happen. It was chaos, and I loved it!
Dan Simmons: Tonight looks already like being no different, we've got some guests from across the network, but perhaps the most important one is Fireside's MYOJIN, who brings the XHF Junior Heavyweight Championship with him and defends against Al Jabroni!
Tommy West: Yes he does Simmo, and I still don't know how on earth Jabroni is the man to represent this company, then again, it was him, a hobo, or a drunk, so perhaps I shouldn't be so shocked.
Dan Simmons: Nonetheless, Al Jabroni could well be the man to take that title and further NLW's growing reputation. Before that, we have a tasty triple threat match, Jason Justice, the man who will compete in two weeks time for the Southern States Title, will face off against SWAT's HNDRXX and free agent Adrien Cochrane, who has been touring a number of XHF Network companies.
Tommy West: Dan, I have to ask, what is it with the capital letters thing? I don't get it!
Dan Simmons: (sighs) I think we're getting old, partner. Anyway, also in action tonight, following a confrontation between Scorpion and El Rey, Rob Arnold stepped in and El Rey will face Riley Richards, who won on debut two weeks ago. Joe Blow and Nathan Parker will face off in a Drink 'Er Down match-
Tommy West: Do they have to?
Dan Simmons: ...and coming up right now, latest NLW signee, Rebecca Brookes faces off against Champoon Wrestling's Jacob Jacobowitz, let's get into the action!
MATCH ONE
Jacob Jacobowitz (CW) vs Rebecca Brookes
Clearly, the evening was going to be one that NLW hadn’t quite witnessed before. It was used to weird, sure, it was used to drunks and hobos, to schizophrenics, but perhaps it wasn’t quite ready for the most orthodox Jew to ever grace a wrestling ring in Jacob Jacobowitz. More specifically they were not ready to see Jacobowitz armed with two very large oven mitts that went up past his elbows, he was also wearing a shirt and wrestling tights, a far cry from his normal attire. As an almost embarrassed Tommy West informed the broadcast, this was Jacob’s compromise to satisfy that he wasn’t actually wrestling with a woman. Brookes, accompanied by Ryan Matthews, didn’t really seem to care about the distraction on the oven mitts. And she charged at Jacob, who was still adjusting his mitts and dumped him on his back. She mounted him and let fly with forearms, but Jacob held his protected arms up and each blow seemed to do nothing, so he threw her off and the pair quickly got back to their feet.
Brookes looked ready to tie up but slipped past and gripped Jacob’s waist, but Jacobowitz threw a padded elbow to send her back a few steps, he turned and grabbed her by the back of the head and threw her to the corner. He reared back and looked for a headbutt, but suddenly realised that would mean initiating skin on skin contact. This incited great panic, and he rolled out of the ring and was desperately asking if anybody in the crowd had a hat he could wear in order to “preserve the sanctity of his faith”. Curiously, one member of the public offered him a balaclava, which after some quick deliberation was acceptable, and he placed it over his face. Brookes, having been a spectator for much of this slid out the ring and snuck up on Jacobowitz as he covered his face and hit a dropkick to the back which sent him face first into the ring steps, she kept the pressure on, picking him up and rolling him in the ring. Rolling back in, Jacobowitz was still staggering back to his feet, and she hit the Alpha Omega [Spinning Hook Kick followed by a Spinning Roundhouse Kick], dropping him back down and making the cover for two.
Brooks then went back to what she knew best, kicks, planting a number on Jacobowitz as he struggled to his knees. After the third shot he caught her foot and got to his feet, with Brookes on one foot he delivered a huge lariat, and began to take control of the match, now seemingly comfortable in his “anti-touching” attire. With Brookes dazed, he brought her to her feet immediately scooped her up, hitting a power slam. With a bit more confidence, Jacobowitz stalked The Princess of NLW, and hit the Kosher Dill Spears [Spear], making the cover but only getting a two.
Jacob wasn’t deterred, and signalled for the Jacobowitz Hammer [Jackhammer], he hauled Brooked up to her feet and lifted her up, but as he had her lifted in a vertical position, she twisted the balaclava, sending his balance off and allowing her to drop behind. As Jacob adjusted his mask back, she hit him with the Phantom Silver Crystal [Ripcord Slap across the face followed by a Cyclone Mafia Kick], and with him on the ground, she grabbed his legs and applied Dark Moon [Inverted figure four]. Jacobowitz was in pain but near the ropes, he reached out to grab them, but he couldn’t grip it with his mitted hand! He pleaded with the referee who told him he had to grab it, so in desperation he wriggled one off his hand and reached toward the ropes, but Rebecca saw what he was doing, and released the hold to drag him back to the middle of the ring, and reapply the hold! Having been in the hold far too long, he tapped!
[WINNER: Rebecca Brookes Via Dark Moon at 05:48]
The camera cuts to the backstage hallway near where the official NLW interview area is set up. Kelly Ross looks less than impressed as she looks around herself, then back down to her watch, then up again. It's obvious she's waiting for someone, something she confirms after letting out an exasperated sigh.
Kelly Ross: Where is he?
Another irritated little noise and Kelly looks back down at her watch--but before she can look back up again?
Blond: Hey, who're you lookin' for?
The sound of a feminine voice has Kelly turning around, the movement revealing a young woman with a veritable mane of blond hair and the kind of face that means trouble no matter what expression it's wearing. Dressed in a pair of beat-up jeans and a t-shirt that declares that she is indeed 'Fucking Classy', the stranger tilts her head to one side, allowing Kelly to size her up before the reporter responds.
Kelly Ross: Eli Dresden. I'm supposed to interview him for his debut, but--
A bubbly laugh leaves the blond as she shoves her phone in her pocket and pushes off the wall to stand upright--not that it makes much of a difference. Sauntering up to stand next to Kelly, she slings an arm around the backstage interviewer's shoulder with a playful smirk.
Blond: What's up, beautiful?
Kelly blinks, a brow quirking as she looks over at the woman who just openly invaded her personal space.
Kelly Ross: Wait... you're Eli?
Dresden nods.
Eli Dresden: It's short for Eliza--and once you've heard one My Fair Lady joke, you've heard'em all. Trust me on that one. Lemme guess... they didn't tell you to look for a petite blond, did they?
A brief pause... and Kelly's sighing to herself and nodding.
Kelly Ross: All they gave me was a name.
Eli Dresden: Bastards.
Eli offers up a knowing nod and a light squeeze on Kelly's shoulder, the decision made by the newcomer to not allow the reporter to dwell on the faux paux.
Eli Dresden: Anyway, now that you got me--whatcha wanna know?
Kelly nods a little. It's clear this isn't what she planned, but since the opportunity has presented itself? A clearing of her throat and Ross is easily making the transition to being a professional.
Kelly Ross: Right! Everyone, I have been obviously been joined by one of NLW's newest signings, Eli Dresden.
Eli's free hand rises to cheekily wave at the camera as Kelly continues to speak.
Kelly Ross: Eli, I think it's fair to say that you're a relative unknown in the world of professional wrestling. Beyond the interesting juxtaposition between your name and your appearance, what do you think is gonna make you stand out?
Eli Dresden: You mean beyond the smirk?
Kelly can't help but to smile and nod as Eli chuckles softly.
Eli Dresden: But really, I think what's gonna set me apart here is that I'm about seven thousand tons of energy and kick-ass in a hundred and forty pound package. Yeah, sure--I'm bound to get thrown around like a blow-up doll at a frat party, but it's not like I'm not expecting it.
Kelly can't help but to laugh at Eli's rather... colorful descriptors, a playful grin making itself known as she looks down at her companion.
Kelly Ross: I mean, you are a small package.
Eli Dresden: So is C4.
Kelly nods.
Kelly Ross: That's a fair point to make, but I don't know how many people are gonna believe you until they see it for themselves--
From off screen, the clearing of a throat can be heard. Sighing to herself, Kelly shakes her head.
Kelly Ross: And I'm being told we're out of time. I'm sorry, Eli. If I hadn't--
Eli Dresden: Nah, you're good. I know it's not your fault. But once the camera's off...
Rising up on tiptoe, the mischievous blond murmurs something in Kelly's ear--and the backstage reporter's own expression soon mirror's Eli's own.
Kelly Ross: You're so on.
There's a brief moment of shared amusement before Kelly looks back at the camera.
Kelly Ross: Back to you at ringside!
For the briefest moment, the two women can be seen scheming before the camera cuts back to the announce team.
MATCH TWO
Drink 'er Down Match
Joe Blow vs Nathan Parker
Before the bell could even begin to ring, both men are handed five shots of Poitín, a common Irish alcoholic beverage with an alcohol volume between forty percent and ninety percent- and we’re sure you know which side of the scale this is going to be heading. Joe Blow is warned of the high volume but he doesn’t give a damn about what kind of volume there is, he knocks them back like they’re shots of pure spring water but then a sour look comes onto his face after the fifth shot and he’s taken back by the drink. The same five shots are then given to Nathan Parker, who looks as if he was already drinking before the show but somehow was able to be physically fit to compete- though maybe not mentally. Nathan shoots the shots back and even during his third, he looks almost out of it but is able to recover after shaking his head and slapping himself across the face. With both men finishing their five shots, the bell finally rings to compete as Joe Blow walks nonchalantly over to Parker, who staggers forward and trips over his own two feet, clashing heads with Joe Blow right on the jaw.
Joe Blow shakes off the hit but holds his jaw in pain as he looks over to Nathan Parker, leaning against the ropes and physically unable to stand up for himself, this is where Joe Blow comes in and rains down the mugging-like kicks to the abdomen. The referee is unaware of what the rules of the match are even and shrugs the kicks off as nothing but legal strikes. Joe then looks to the fans, throwing out a mouthful of phlegm into the crowd and catching someone on the face which leads to an Afternoon Delight [Masturbation] to disgust the crowd much more but Blow was caught with his pants around his ankles as Parker rolls up Blow for the cover but gets the two count, though his free will to come back into the fight was soon turned sour once again with the feeling of vomiting after staring eye to tip with the forty-pound prostate and large-enough cock of Joe Blow.
It was time for round two of drinks, and another five shots of Poitín for both men. Joe Blow just manages to get the five down whereas Nathan Parker is struggling, the referee is aware of the fact that if Nathan Parker does not drink the five shots, he forfeits the match. Parker fights through it though, but even then, he looks absolutely shitfaced. Joe Blow shakes it off again, but there’s some small staggering to his steps, the drink is slowly hitting at the system of Blow and Parker… well… he is absolutely fucked as is. Blow grabs Parker by his hair, dragging him up to his feet, and laying in the punches to Parker leaning against the ropes. Left Hook. Right Hook. Left Hook. Right Hook. Left Hook. Right Hook. Blow pulls on his grey sweatpants, presumably covered in piss and shit, and places Parker’s head down into the grey sweatpants. Soon comes the Self Indulgence [Lazy Infinite Canadian Destroyer] and Joe Blow goes around and around and around and around- you get the point. The rolling never stops but soon it does and Parker is up to his feet… he vomits all over Joe Blow, which leads to Joe Blow vomiting as well!
A disgusted Joe Blow looks up to Nathan Parker… Bell Ringer! [Low Blow] Nathan Parker has his bell rung, Joe Blow staggers up to his feet, taking another shot of Poitín before connecting the most dangerous move in all of Next Level Wrestling… No Effort! [Push] The referee goes for the cover, he counts up to two and a half but then pulls out a single ten-sided die and rolls it across the ring… it lands on eight! The three-count is final and Joe Blow has won.
[WINNER: Joe Blow Via No Effort at 08:10]
We cut backstage where we see Rob Arnold standing facing the camera. His arms held out wide.
Arnold: Here we are folks, looking at the end of 2020. Well, more than just looking, running, maybe even sprinting towards the end of what has been a terrible year. We've had a pandemic, there's been murder hornets, President Kanyon was defeated, Britney Spears lost her court battle and still isn’t free, and Mongo is still getting rich for doing absolutely nothing. All equally tragic, all equally heartbreaking.
His arms drop and he sighs.
Arnold: It’s not been all bad though. We’ve had some good times to hold on to, right? …Right? Guys…help me out here!
He ushers in Leon Chant and Riley Richards, who stand either side of him.
Arnold: This year hasn’t been all bad, right?
Chant: Of course not boss, you won the X*Crown at Night of Champions.
Arnold: True.
Richards: Goldbear II came back, Mr Arnold!
Arnold: There was also that!
Chant: Africa became free of polio.
Arnold: I don’t even know how you came across that, but that is also a great thing to happen this year.
Richards: You took me on as a student!
Arnold and Chant stop and stare at Richards. Chant starts to shake his head, and Rob places a hand on Riley’s shoulder.
Arnold: Let’s not try too hard to find positives, kid. Anyway, the point is, this year hasn’t been all bad, it hasn’t been all that good, but The Academy is here now, and we are going to bring the good times into 2021. Leon Chant, he’s going to be the next NLW Heavyweight Champion when he defeats Maze and Gerhard Bishop, which will not only be the reward he’s deserved in recent times, but hopefully will shut that fool Karl Hagen up.
He smirks.
Arnold: Not just that, but Riley Richards is going to carry on from where he left off last week, who knows what may hold for him? Perhaps the XHF Junior Heavyweight Title? Perhaps the NLW Southern States Title?
He pauses for thought and runs a hand through his beard.
Arnold: And hey, why should we stop there? Why shouldn’t we think about the XHF Tag Team Titles? Why shouldn’t I think about an unprecedented third X*Crown reign?
Rob pats both his charges on the shoulder.
Arnold: But that’s all still to come. It’s still 2020 and we have some business still to deal with tonight! El Rey, the man who thinks he can do it alone, the man who thinks that he doesn’t need anybody, tonight The Academy’s Riley Richards proves you wrong. With me at ringside-
Chant puts one of his giant arms around the back of Arnold’s neck and leans into him.
Chant: Boss, about that, how about I tag along as well?
Arnold: What? You fancy going out to sign some autographs, Leon? I didn’t realise you were so bored waiting for your title match!
Rob’s sarcasm cuts a smile into both his and Leon’s faces.
Chant: I just figured that El Rey and I will probably have to square off sooner rather than later, so why not see what the kid has for myself. Besides, who doesn’t love a united front?
Rob nods and turns to Richards.
Arnold: Well Riley, looks like you’ve got to impress both Leon and myself tonight.
Richards does not reply, instead looking a little nervous at the notion of the stakes being raised in only his second match.
Chant: Looks like it’s go-time as well, you ready kid? Ahhhh of course you are, we all know that there’s one answer to that.
They both look at Riley, expectedly, he clearly doesn’t get the hint and stares back blankly. Rob slowly starts to prompt Richards, mouthing the words “oh hell”, this gets the desired result.
Richards: Oh…hell yes?
Arnold and Chant combine a woop and cheer between them, although Rob’s sounds more of relief than that of camaraderie.
Chant: Oh. Hell. Yes! Let’s do this!
They leave, and we cut back to ringside.
MATCH THREE
Riley Richards vs El Rey
Rob Arnold and Leon Chant join the corner of Riley Richards for this match to observe the rookie in training. The bell rings and El Rey comes shooting out of the box with a Shotgun Dropkick that sends Riley back into the turnbuckle and almost over the ropes, El Rey is hammering away with the forearm strikes and sharp elbows but Richards catches El Rey off guard with the Russian Leg Sweep into the turnbuckles, El Rey staggers back and out of the corner as Riley comes running in with the Lariat, knocking down El Rey. Riley rushes to the ropes, going for the Springboard Moonsault but El Rey moves out of the way in time. Kip up from ER as he turns, Standing Shooting Star Press- Riley with the knees up! Riley goes for the roll-up but releases and pushes El Rey to his knees, Riley rolls along the mat and lands a Roundhouse Kick. The crowd is cheering for Riley early on here as he springs back up to his feet, rebounding off of the ropes and going for that Rolling Thunder but El Rey kips up and connects a Jumping Enzuigiri.
Rob and Leon watch on but with no worry so far in the early offense of the match as El Rey drags Riley up by the ears and throws him to the ropes, Riley rebounds and is hit hard with a Roundhouse Kick right across the chest before a nasty Punt Kick almost makes Riley fall flat onto the mat but the Foot Stomp onto the spine drops Riley down flat. ER places a knee down onto the back of Riley’s spine, staring down at Leon and Rob, taunting the fact that he’s about to make quick work of Riley Richards. El Rey brings Riley up to his feet and looks for the Sliced Bread but Riley grabs the arms and wrestles El Rey to the middle of the ring. Riley is going for The Homage but El Rey fights out of it, going for the X’ed Out plex but Riley fights out of it- Riley with the Springboard Cutter! Riley rolls over and onto the back of El Rey, grabbing the arms and landing his own variation of Rob’s Shattered Ice with the Surfboard Curb Stomp!
Rob cheers on for Riley as he climbs to the top rope, he tightrope walks along the top rope before leaping off of the ropes with a Missile Dropkick that sends El Rey across the ring and almost out of the ring. Riley eyes up El Rey… THE SUPERKICK LANDS! EL REY IS ON WOBBLY LEGS! Riley Richards goes to the ropes, Springboard Moonsault-- SUPERKICK IN MID AIR! EL REY WITH THE SUPERKICK TO RILEY IN THE AIR! El Rey picks up Riley and drops him with the X’ed Out! [Straightjacket German Suplex], ER with the bridge but gets a two count for his efforts. Rob and Leon cheer on for Riley to get back into this match but El Rey is all over Riley with the kicks that are keeping Riley down. El Rey begins to climb the ropes, looking down at a prone Riley Richards as he leaps… 630 Senton! El Rey with another cover but Riley’s foot is under the bottom rope and stops the count.
Riley is reeling in the pain that he’s endured against El Rey, he makes it back up to his feet and is met with a Roundhouse Kick from El Rey before he places Riley’s head between his legs, looking to set up the Society Killer. Riley is put into the position but Riley moves his arms out of the way for El Rey to step over them, Riley then lifts himself up to the point that he’s sitting on the shoulders of El Rey, he spins around on the shoulders and drops El Rey with the Poisonrana! Riley hears the chants of the crowd and looks to El Rey slowly getting back up to his feet as Riley springs to the ropes and turns around to leap forward and catch ER with the Springboard DDT. Riley gets all of it and he has El Rey in the dropzone but his focus is taken away from his opponent as Gerhard Bishop and Karl Hagen appear, and that leaves Rob and Leon to leave their position at ringside as they head towards Hagen and Bishop.
The Hired Gun stares daggers at his opponent in two weeks, he knows what they came for and he won’t let that shit slide. Back inside of the ring, Riley moves towards the rope and seems to want to get involved with the mix in the entranceway but El Rey rolls up Riley and overshoots it, leaving a Superkick to plant El Rey back down onto the mat as Riley climbs to the top rope as he leaps with Bristol’s Finest [Diving Double Foot Stomp] as Riley picks up the three count and the victory.
[WINNER: Riley Richards Via Bristol's Finest at 12:04]
The bell rings and both Arnold and Chant turn their attention back to the ring to see Richards roll away from his opponent and have his hand raised. Rob tells Leon to hold his position and he heads to the ring. Leon does as instructed and resumes staring a hole through Gerhard Bishop. Hagen points a knowing finger at The Hired Gun before leading Bishop away.
In the ring, Rob Arnold has joined Riley Richards, who looks exhausted. He congratulates him and then turns to El Rey, who has recovered enough to be on one knee. Arnold approaches him and gets on one knee to be on his level where he looks at El Rey dead in the eyes and offers his hand, offering a few words as he does. El Rey looks at his hand and then back at Arnold, before looking at his open hand…which slowly raises just it’s middle finger to the leader of The Academy. Arnold shakes his head as El Rey laughs and rolls out of the ring.
Simmons: Once again, Rob Arnold was offering an olive branch to El Rey, and once again he rejects it.
West: Simmo, you can’t tame a wild stallion, and El Rey is just too damn wild.
sound of keys clicking as the camera slowly fades in to show a hooded person sitting in front of a computer in a dimly lit room
"Well....I've finally finished rebuilding the database after the server went down, let's see who's out there this evening."
a terminal session is seen being opened and a connection to an IRL chat server is established. PRO WRESTLER MINGLE reads the title across the top of the terminal.
"I've been able to use social engineering to hack every sad sap that I've chatted with on this server. Maybe I should find a new one...something with more of a challenge...pro wrestlers aren't the brightest, well beside me of course."
some usernames appear on the screen....'Wooooo69NC'....'thatWAZZZawe5ome2020'....this appears to be a professional wrestling forum.
"Hmm new incoming message....click to reveal username...."The_Prick#1 would like to chat with you, do you accept?" Prick huh...let's see where this goes...."
The_Prick#1: Hey shit-head...you ever spoken to a World Champion before? Well you have now.
Gh05T: Is that how you start all of your conversations? I bet you're a real hit with the ladies...
The_Prick#1: You shut your mouth a listen. I'm looking for a partner and not just any partner. One with a certain technical skill set, both in and out of the ring. I've heard a lot about you and I think you're the man for the job. Are you in?
the hooded person is seen typing into his 2nd computer
"I'm not seeing any wrestlers on any roster named The Prick...who the hell is this wacko!?"
The_Prick#1: ??
Gh05T: What's in it for me?
The_Prick#1: I've already captured one of the most prestigious belts in wrestling and I have no plans of stopping there. Trust me, it'll be worth your while.
chat with The_Prick#1 has been closed
MATCH FOUR
Adrien Cochrane (FWA) vs HNDRXX (SWAT) vs Jason Justice
All three men circled each other carefully whilst the crowd was amped to see all three popular superstars in action. After some more circling, HNDRXX decided to strike towards Justice, but Justice saw him coming and blocked the right, instead popping a right straight back at him. HNDRXX stumbled back towards Adrien, who took no time in delivering a dropkick, which bounced HNDRXX back to Justice, who caught him and hit a belly to belly suplex. HNDRXX rolled out of the way, clearing the way for Adrien and justice to lock up, the slightly stronger Justice took control and applied a headlock. Cochrane pulled the two towards the ropes and slingshotted The Here and Now to the ropes, and as Justice came back he ran at him and cleaned him out with a shotgun dropkick. Before The Dropkick King could do anything to capitalise, HNDRXX was back in and planted him with a bridging half Nelson Suplex, holding for a cover but barely even gaining a two count.
HNDRXX got to his feet and assessed the situation, and saw Justice was the first to stir, so he grabbed him by the back of the head and tried to launch him over the top rope, Justice flew over but landed on the ring apron. With HNDRXX’s back turned, Justice flew back over and hit him with a springboard bulldog. At this point, Adrien was getting back to his feet, so Jason ran towards him but Cochrane caught him unawares and lowered the top rope, this time Justice did head over and to the floor below. Adrien went straight after HNDRXX who was slowly getting to his feet, and took him straight back down with a head scissors takedown. With HNDRXX on his back, he kept the pace up by sprinting to the corner and headed to the top. He saluted the crowd before hitting the Flight One Eight Two [swanton bomb], he made the cover but HNDRXX got his shoulder up.
Cochrane smiled, almost knowing he needed to do more, he dragged HNDRXX back to his feet and grabbed the arm, setting him up for a hammerlock DDT, but as he did, Jason Justice returned to the action to send him flying with a superkick! Adrien rolled out of harm to the corner and Justice’s attention switched to the still bent over HNDRXX, he went to the ropes, looking for Code Dude [Code Red}, but HNDRXX was now playing possum and dropped him with a drop toe hold, which he rolled into the Emperors Corpse Enclosed In The Plaster Wall [Over-the-shoulder single leg Boston crab / Calf slicer combination]! Justice was in trouble, yelling out in pain, but crawled quickly towards the ropes, forcing the break.
HNDRXX stalked The People’s Dude, smelling blood having torqued his leg pretty hard, he pointed his finger guns in Justice’s direction, waiting for him to turn around having got himself up using the ropes, but before this could have happened, Adrien cleans him out with a Lightening Strike [superkick]. However, Adrien turned straight into Justice who planted his boot into his gut, and hit To The Head [brainbuster fisherman’s suplex], making the cover but Adrien just gets the shoulder up before the three!
Justice got back to his feet and called for the finish, he stalked Cochrane as he got to his feet and lifted him on to his shoulders, before planting him with The Gavel [Time Bomb], but before he made the cover his attention was suddenly moved as a commotion from the entranceway was very hard to ignore. Frank Dylan James had appeared and was looking to get his hands on The People’s Dude two weeks early. A number of security and a couple members of the roster were attempting to hold the giant hillbilly, in reality they were just being dragged along as he moved towards the ring. JFK saw what was happening and walked to face Frank, positioning himself between the ring and the entrance. JFK wasn’t afraid of throwing hands if he needed to and the smirk on his face told you that story, but it wouldn’t get that far as Karl Hagen and Gerhard Bishop came out, and the former talked James down, much like he did last month. Slowly, surely, James slunk off to the back, and Hagen turned to JFK and offered a very flippant “you’re welcome” before leaving himself.
With Justice watching he didn’t notice that HNDRXX had returned to his feet, and when he turned, HNDRXX pounced, and locked in the Buddha Strangled in Vines [Double wrist-clutch reverse octopus hold], JFK’s attention was quick to turn back to his student, screaming at him to get to the ropes, but HNDRXX had it locked in. However, Adrien Cochrane was back up, in fact, he was on the top turnbuckle and took flight, hitting a missile dropkick causing the hold to break and bodies to scatter, HNDRXX stumbled back to his feet and straight into the Adrien Cutter [diamond cutter]. The Dropkick King made the cover and with Justice down and out on the ring apron, he got the three!
[WINNER: Adrien Cochrane Via Adrien Cutter at 13:10]
MAIN EVENT - MATCH FIVE
XHF Junior Heavyweight Championship Match
MYOJIN (c) (Fireside) vs Al Jabroni
The attitudes that were emanating from the two corners couldn’t have been any more different. In one corner, the champion, MYOJIN was cool as ice, a stoic look on his face assessing the challenger. Jabroni however looked as he always did, with confidence so thin you could see through it and a aura of just being a little lost. “Disco Boy” Johnny B was with him and on the apron, trying to give him some last minute advice, or possibly determining a code word for when he should throw in the towel. The referee finally intervened and told Johnny to back off so the match can actually begin, Johnny slowly relents, and gives one final instruction “just like you practiced…remember, no acting like a power bottom!”. It wasn’t clear if the champion was listening or just didn’t care for what his opponent’s manager had to say, he stayed still, ready to get to business.
Finally, the two tied up and predictably, MYOJIN took control, moving Jabroni into a headlock. Jabroni pushed him away and MYJOIN went to the ropes, and dropped him with a space rolling elbow. Expecting Jabroni to get back up, he went back to the ropes but stopped, a little confused as when he returned to Al’s downed body nothing had really changed, other than Jabroni had his hands over his face, assuming impact. The Shining Star shrugged after this quick assessment and instead hit a standing shooting star press, making the cover but only getting two.
MYJOIN dragged Jabroni back to his feet and attacked him with palm strikes and sharp kicks. Jabroni stumbled back towards the corner, which encouraged MYOJIN to run at him and look for a splash, but Jabroni instinctively rolled out of the ring and took refuge with Johnny. Johnny pointed out the fact that MYOJIN was stunned having bounced off the turnbuckle, which created some confidence in Jabroni’s eyes and he slid back in, and as MYOJIN faced him, he ran and connected with a cross body, making the cover…but getting about one and a quarter.
Al Jabroni didn’t worry about this, he was suddenly the man in control, at least that was the case in his head. He sent MYOJIN head first into the turnbuckle, and as his opponent turned around, he planted a few shoulders into his midsection. The referee soon intervened and encouraged Jabroni away from the corner, this allowed MYOJIN enough time to recover, and he stepped forward and looked to surprise Jabroni with a right forearm, but Jabroni saw him coming and ducked under, MYOJIN came back again but this time Jabroni went low, and hit a drop toe hold which planted his opponents face into the bottom turnbuckle. Whatever he’s been learning, it’s slowly starting to stick in his mind.
Jabroni crawled away from the corner and looked back at his opponent. The Shining Star had rolled onto his back and his head was rested on the bottom turnbuckle. Jabroni’s eyes began to light up, he pointed at Johnny B and told him gleefully that this was one he’d learned watching tapes…he never said which tapes which disturbed everybody in ear shot. He ran at MYOJIN and hit a bronco buster…which let’s face it in the context is not what anybody wanted to see, Disco Boy Johnny B even turned away in disgust. After riding his opponent for what felt like eternity, he bounced back into the middle of the ring to celebrate his alleged success, his arms aloft and some wooping to complete the look. After some words of advice (in the form of abuse) from Johnny B, he went back to the corner to keep on top of his opponent, but MYOJIN was stirring, and blasted him with a step up enzugiri, Jabroni dropped to the mat like a sack of potatoes.
MYOJIN shook the cobwebs off and then immediately went to work on Al. He hooked him in a cross legged STF, causing Jabroni to hell in pain, he was close enough to the ropes to shimmy quickly over and grab the bottom rope, which forced the break. This didn’t bother MYOJIN, not one bit, he got to his feet and as Jabroni hobbled to his feet he whipped him into the ropes and as Jabroni came back, his went downstairs with a low dropkick. Flashing a smirk, he started to stalk Jabroni, who was now starting to struggle. As Jabroni got to his feet he turned into a Question Mark Kick, MYOJIN watched as Jabroni seemed to go down like a felled tree, and as soon as his shoulders hit the mat he made the cover, he even thought that he got the three, but the referee soon alerted him after getting to two and nine tenths of a count, that Jabroni’s foot was on the bottom rope.
Jabroni was in full survival mode now, running on fumes, all of the cliches. MYOJIN knew this as well, but equally he wasn’t getting carried away, he had a job to do. He stepped through the middle rope and onto the ring apron, waiting for Al Jabroni to get back to his feet, when he eventually did he took flight, aiming at Jabroni for a springboard dropkick, but Jabroni, possibly out of exhaustion, sidestepped this and fell against the ropes. MYOJIN hit the mat and was stunned, Johnny B tried to yell instructions at Jabroni, he knew he had a chance, the crowd begin to feel there was a chance. Jabroni watched the champion get to his feet and threw a clumsy clothesline at him, but The Shining Star ducked and went to the ropes, he ran back at Jabroni, but Al, out of absolutely nowhere hit a scoop powerslam! He made the cover but MYOJIN got the shoulder up after two.
Jabroni started to get clearer headed again, and brought MYOJIN to his feet and looked for a vertical suplex. He got the champion up but MYOJIN dropped behind Jabroni and with Jabroni slow to react, MYOJIN hopped onto his shoulders and hit a poisonrana. With Jabroni back down, MYOJIN went to the ropes, doing a handspring looking for the Divine Star Press [handspring moonsault], but as he came back off the ropes, Jabroni grabbed him and tried to Get Lucky [schoolboy roll-up], the referee made the count….but MYOJIN rolled out just before his hand could make the three count!
Jabroni placed his hands on his head, but realised he had to keep going. MYOJIN was quick to his feet as well, and Jabroni had to duck a clothesline, again, almost instinctively he leaped back and hit a Pele kick! This time it was MYOJIN who seemed to go down slowly like a felled tree! Jabroni looked around, and went to the top rope, he set himself waiting for the champion to get to his feet, and once he was set he leapt off looking for Catch 22 [flying hurricanrana], but MYOJIN was the one to go out of instinct, and dropped him with a powerbomb, and instead of making the cover he dove onto Jabroni, locking in Andromeda [Inverted Triangle Kimura Lock], Jabroni, exhausted, had no other option but to tap out, allowing The Shining Star to retain.
[WINNER: MYOJJIN Via Andromeda at 15:37]
Simmons: Well I can't believe I'm saying this, but hats off to Al Jabroni, he made a great account of himself there, but not enough to put the Junior Heavyweight Champion away. Congratulations to MYOJIN, who will return to Fireside with his head held high!
West: I'd have liked us to have brought the title to NLW, Simmo, but you're right, Al Jabroni didn't let us down tonight!
Simmons: Well that's all we have for tonight, but folks, in two weeks time we have some major matches for you. We will be crowning the first Southern States Champion, it will either be Frank Dylan James or Jason Justice, and in the main event, Leon Chant, Gerhard Bishop, Maze, one of these men have to suffer a pinfall or submission loss, and it's for the NLW Heavyweight Title, you don't want to miss it! Until then though, I'm Dan Simmons, for Tommy West and I, goodnight, and have a Happy New Year!
