The AWF Presents: Prestige 64 - LIVE from Laramie, WY!

[Cross Recoba]

Ascension Wrestling Federation Presents:





Live at the Arena-Auditorium in Laramie, WY.
01/23/2021

Capacity: 15028

In Attendance: 1502

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Taylor: Good evening, fans, and welcome to what is sure to be an action-packed edition of AWF Prestige!
Romano: That’s right, Tommy, it’s not just the titles that are new...tonight’s card features at least one wrestler in each match who wasn’t with us a month ago!
Taylor: It’s a great sign of the strength in depth from the roster. We’re just over a week away from Supremacy, hosted by the XHF Network!
Romano: Headlined by Dylan Black facing off against El Rey Combatiente, Armand Van Krauss, and Puerto Rican Teen Sensation, Pepe Morales in a Rage in a Cage!
Taylor: We’ve put forward a raft of matches to showcase our roster on one of the biggest stages on the Network. In a match that has been finalized in the last couple of days: The Guardians, Adam Sanders and Adrien Cochrane, will take on the Graham brothers from FWA. Cross Recoba will step into the ring against FIRESIDE’s Hayden Callahan. But, the three matches that I’m looking forward to are the championship matches!
Romano: Kicking it off with a triple-threat, can Betsy Granger retain the title she took from Rob Garcia when she not only has to contend with him and Jeff Noon but also Kira Izumi?



Taylor: It’s a big ask but then the night is full of them for the AWF titles. Can Neo James Carner regain the United States Title from Subject #42...in a cage?
Romano: He must have been high signing that match!
Taylor: Rounding off the night, the odds are also stacked up against fellow ReVenant, Keith Williams, when he faces Bloodied Fox in a lumberjack match where he’ll have the Revs but the numbers won’t necessarily be in their favor!
Romano: It all depends on where the roster feels their loyalties lie!
Taylor: With that in mind, we’ve still got a hell of a show lined-up for you tonight. Jitterman gets a chance to right his loss against Merric as he faces off against Cross Recoba in our main-event!
Romano: It’s clear from looking at the promotional material that the Jitterman has already planted seeds of doubt into Cross’ mind. Tonight could be a huge night for him if he gets the win!

Taylor: It’s a night for everyone to bring their ‘A’-game. All it could take is one win, one standout performance, and anyone could bring their name into some very interesting conversations! I mentioned Merric just now, he could push himself into the spotlight if he carries on his momentum when he faces off against Frankie Webb and the debuting Abel Anderson!
Romano: Webb could find himself at a disadvantage, Merric takes no prisoners and have you seen Anderson?
Taylor: He’s a former MMA champion and his size will make him a formidable challenger right off the bat, but you can’t count out Webb. At his tender age, he is definitely one to watch!
Romano: A win for him could get his name into contention for the Phoenix title. Likewise, Xiaolong will be keen to avenge his loss last time out against Webb when he takes on Brendon Phoenix.
Taylor: You can guarantee that all three competitors for that Phoenix title next week will be making sure they catch tonight’s show.

Romano: Normally, I can sit and look at a show and start making my own predictions but this show, I’d be hard pushed to call a winner with confidence!
Taylor: One man who doesn’t share that view is Alessandro Quagliaterre, he seemed confident in his own abilities as we see him open his AWF account against fellow debutant, Angel Griffin!
Romano: Look, I believe him - he dazzles, he shines, he’s going to amaze!
Taylor: His opponent may disagree...we’ll find out shortly, Jessie Love is heading into the ring meaning we’re about to get underway.
Romano: This match is a great test for Erin Gordon, Tyrone Wrexx has shown some glimpses of being able to kick it up a notch but the consistency isn’t there.
Taylor: Gordon isn’t going to make it easy. We’re about to find out if her time on the sidelines has caused her to lose a step.

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Jessie Love: Our opening match is scheduled for one fall! Introducing our first competitor!

The overhead lights slowly go dark as the first strummed chords of 'Hurricane' fill the air, the crowd's cheers rising in response to the woman that is about to emerge. Gray lights flare into being around the curtain when the song starts proper, illuminating the outline of the Oncoming Storm as she stands with her shoulders square and her hands curled into fists at her sides. The wind machine is on behind her, blowing her hair around as her gaze moves over the assembled crowd and the surroundings alike... before it settles upon the ring.

Jessie Love: Making her debut...she stands at five-feet and eight inches and weighs in at one-hundred-and-sixty-three pounds...ERIN...GORDON!

Romano: She’ll be looking for a debut win but she’ll have her work cut out for her tonight!
Taylor: She may be one of the smaller competitors on the roster but she’s not one for small words, we heard her calling our former AWF star, Eric Dane in the build-up to this match!

As 'Hurricane' cuts to the chorus, she makes her way down the aisle, not shying away from the hands that reach out for her. Erin's focus never wavers, even as she grabs onto the ropes and hauls herself up onto the apron.

Romano: Well, that may be so but Dane is going to be Wrexx’s best friend tonight, she’s making her return after being put on the shelf after Dane took out her knee and that is going to have a huge target on it if Wrexx has anything about him!
Taylor: We’ll see, I took a look at some of her highlight reels and if she has lost a step of pace then she’ll be looking for her quick-thinking to do the heavy lifting in this match!

Wiping her feet, she climbs into the ring between the top and middle ropes before she heads to her corner, turning to rest her back against the turnbuckles. Only then does she play a little to the crowd, a single fist thrusting itself skyward to earn more cheers as her music fades.

Jessie Love: And her opponent...



The T Rex theme hits and Tyrone Wrexx makes his way to the rampway.

Jessie Love: Hailing from Chicago, Illinois...he stands at six-feet and six inches and tips the scales at two-hundred-and-eighty-two pounds…..TYRONE...WREXX!!!

Romano: Just look at the size difference!
Taylor: You know as well as I do that size doesn’t matter…
Romano: Your wife have to tell you that often?
Taylor: Last Prestige, we saw Merric combat a similar size difference when he took down The Jitterman. Both of whom will be in action later tonight!
Romano: Didn’t you see what he did to Copycat then?

He stops at the center of the entrance and poses as pyros explode and then he heads to the ring high fiving the fans as he does so.

Taylor: Like we mentioned earlier, tonight is a night where everyone has the chance to stand out and stake their claim here in the AWF, will it be Erin Gordon or Tyrone Wrexx that makes the case for a bigger match further down the line?

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Singles Match
Erin Gordon vs Tyrone Wrexx

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Gabe Valentine signals for the timekeeper to ring the bell as this one gets underway! The former baller looks down towards his opponent and seems confident in his chances. He steps out of the corner and starts to cut down the distance between the two.

Taylor: Cassius, when your opponent is cutting off the ring like Tyrone is looking to do, what’s the best response?
Romano: If I were Gordon? I’d get in quick and hope I catch them before they catch me!

In contrast, Erin is focused and unmoved. She bounces on the balls of her feet and seems content to let the action come to her.

Taylor: She looks teed up but if she gets penned in like this then it could cause trouble!

The big guy is almost within range. Gordon continues to bounce on her feet, remaining quite contently in her own corner. Wrexx lunges towards her but she rolls out of the way. The powerhouse spins around but is met with a forearm to the chest, he continues to step forward but the forearm is flung with force once..twice..three times!

Taylor: Quick-fire strikes from the debuting Gordon!
Romano: That might work now but it needs to lead to somewhere big!

The crowd cheer at the show of moxy from the debutante. Wrexx, on the other hand, has taken several steps back into the centre of the ring to clear some air between himself and the onslaught of punches.

Romano: That’s it, Tyrone, get some air, work the reach and move in for the kill when you have her rocked!
Taylor: Wrexx looks less confident than he did a second ago, don’t you think?

Gordon explodes out of the corner and once more, Wrexx looks to grab hold of the smaller competitor but Gordon slides through his legs. T-Rex turns around only to be met with a spinning back elbow that connects with his sternum. As he doubles over from the blow she hits him with a European Uppercut!

Taylor: The Oncoming Storm seems to have found her rhythm!

The Oncoming Storm lives up to her name as she rushes forward with a knee to the gut before grabbing the arm of her opponent and looking for an Irish whip, Wrexx reverses it … SPRINGBOARD BACK ELBOW TAKES DOWN THE COLLEGE BASKETBALL PROSPECT!
Romano: Like I said, she’s using her pace, using her agility.
Taylor: The time she spent rehabbing her knee seems to have paid off, she isn’t missing a step!
Romano: One wrong move and that can change, Tommy, trust me on that one.

Quick to keep up the pressure, she drops a fist drop onto the head of her opponent and immediately gets to her feet and rolls through with a targeted knee drop.

Taylor: She dropped that knee with little issue.
Romano: She misses, she lands awkwardly, or Wrexx just focuses on it - all ways she can lose that pep in her step!

As the cheers start to grow from the Wyoming crowd she takes a step back before looking for a jumping knee-drop BUT WREXX MOVES!

Taylor: Sure enough! Now we’ll see how she copes!
Romano: Is that a high-risk move for her? Time will tell...

Getting to his feet, the big man makes his height work for him and immediately lunges forward with a thrusting kick to the midsection of Gordon. He wastes no time in grabbing her by the head and unleashing a series of driven elbows to the spine of Erin, her legs buckle but Wrexx keeps a hold of her so he can inflict more punishment. He looks to whip her to the turnbuckle but she reverses and charges in...NO-ONE’S HOME!

Taylor: That momentum and rhythm has quickly evaporated…
Romano: Wrexx can really impress his tempo on the match now. Slow it down, slow her down and take her out!

A rushing knee to the midsection keeps her in the corner and the Illinois native whips her to the opposite corner...AVALANCHE!!!

Taylor: REX SPLASH!

Gordon looks to be in trouble as she staggers out of the corner...WREXX GOOZLES HER!

Romano: He’s going to make quick work of her here...

HE LIFTS HER UP BUT GORDON SWINGS HER LEGS AROUND HIS ARM AND HEAD...TRIANGLE!!

Taylor: TWIST’ER OFF!
Romano: That’s an impressive application as Wrexx was pretty sure he had her for the chokeslam!

Slowly, but surely, the debuting wrestler drags Wrexx to the mat. His arms flail before trying to get a wrap around the body of Gordon but she already has the hold locked in tight. He drops to a knee!

Taylor: Anyone who has seen Gordon in a submission match knows how dangerous this hold is!
Romano:Can Wrexx find the right escape route?

Valentine is in his face and asking if he wants to give up but instead WREXX BURSTS TO HIS FEET AND RAMS HER INTO THE TURNBUCKLE BEFORE DROPPING HER DOWN INTO A MODIFIED POWERBOMB!

Taylor: WHAT A REVERSAL!
Romano: We saw him hit that Plungasaurus Power Bomb on Copycat last week, that wasn’t too far off that!

The cover…

ONE…

TWO….

GORDON DESPERATELY REACHES OUT AND GRABS THE BOTTOM ROPE!

Taylor: SHE FINDS THE ROPES!
Romano: If Wrexx pivoted that Powerbomb out of the corner, she was done!


The cameras catch a disbelieving Wrexx as he lets go of the pin attempt!

Romano: He can’t believe it! … I can’t believe it either!
Taylor: Gordon may look like someone more at home on horseback or at a country fair, but she's got the inner strength to match anyone inside the ring. Coming up to half a decade ago, she got to tell her son that his father wasn't coming home from work that day and then get him through the funeral the following Friday!

He rolls to his feet and sets himself up in the corner, waiting for his prey to come to.

Romano: She’s not out of the woods yet, Wrexx’s spear hits exactly like what a near-on three-hundred pound missile should feel like!
Taylor: Erin’s just conquered one challenge, will she spot this one before it’s too late?

Clearly dazed, Gordon gets to her feet...Wrexx rushes in BUT DRESDEN MOVES AND HE CHARGES INTO THE TURNBUCKLE...HAIR PULL BACKBREAKER TAKES HIM DOWN!

Taylor: DOWNPOUR!!

Almost in shock, Wrexx gets to his feet but GORDON COMES OFF THE ROPES WITH A SLIDING LARIAT TO THE DELIGHT OF THE CROWD!

Taylor: DRAGGING WINDS!
Romano: Explosive offense!

A smile breaks out across Erin’s face as she sees her opponent’s head hit the mat. She circles Wrexx as he gets up and rushes him...SLINGBLADE!!!

Taylor: WINDSWEPT! She’s going for the cover

ONE…

TWO…

THREE!!

Jessie Love: The winner of this match, as a result of pinfall, ERIN...GORDON!.

“Hurricane” by Thrice starts to play as the cameras catch her using both hands to make a ‘B’ in the air, dedicating her first win to her son.

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Taylor: Impressive debut win from Gordon, Wrexx didn't seem to have the best of luck in the ring.
Romano: It's not luck, Gordon came prepared, she'd studied Wrexx and picked him apart! 
Taylor: You may well be right. Fans, I'm getting word that Charles Akiyama is standing backstage with Jitterman's mouthpiece - John Eden...Charles, over to you!

John Eden stands by with Charles Akiyama preparing for an interview. John Eden holds out his tatty old book in front of him whilst his long hood covers most of his face, making only his mouth visible.
Eden: In the dark you sleep

In the dark he awakens

You can't stay sleeping as you hear him pray

Wakey wakey little one, it's time for your curtain call

Out of the darkness he rises

No you can't run from the Jitterman

There he stands in your doorway, you close your eyes to hide

The monster soon comes knocking at your bedside

You can no longer close those eyes shut

He's got you entranced by them wicked ways

Look into them dark black eyes and then you shall come to learn, it truly is his play time.

Go with him now into the dark you must

The Jitterman is here to play

The Jitterman comes to you,

Through the darkness

Into this world you take for granted.

We say no more…

We say it's time to relinquish this hold

Mankind are the destroyers of the light

And now the darkness comes to play.

So sleep tight in your beds

The Jitterman will visit you soon!

Don't be scared children, after all It's just playtime.

Charles Akiyama then begins to ask John Eden some questions.

Akiyama: I was just wondering if I could have a word with you Mr. Eden? The Jitterman will face Cross Recoba in the main event, his first main event here in AWF. What is going through The Jittermans mind right now? going into this match with Cross Recoba? Did that loss to Merric affect him in any way? We have seen time and time again when something so powerful comes and then suddenly…

John Eden cuts him off.

Eden: I've just read that out to you and now and now you want to ask me questions? I've done my sermon tonight...but ok you have a lot of questions and of course I expected there would be many questions surrounding the mystique and darkness that The Jitterman brings…

The mindset of something you can't understand, you ask me about the mind of an entity in which to enter, that mind is not a safe place to be in...

Before I lure The Jitterman out from the Never World, before the bell rings I stand here in front of you and I tell you to be afraid! Cross Recoba and I look directly into this camera lens at you when I say this at each and every one of you, be prepared for carnage, be prepared for a war! That's what we are going to bring into this place you call reality, The Jitterman is simply an entity that has come to play with his toys here at AWF.

The loss? The loss meant nothing to us because The Jitterman gets up he brushes himself down and keeps moving forward, the "power" as you called it, is still there...just because Merric pinned his shoulders down to the mat for a 1...2...3 that The Jitterman goes wandering off into the darkness, whilst holding Poppies hand singing Mary had a little lamb?

No! We came here for a reason, to claim back our garden of Eden.

This isn't about Cross Recoba and this certainly isn't about Merric….

You wanted a war AWF and I've brought you a massacre.

The Jitterman is like nothing you have seen before, have felt before! Your wildest imaginations can't comprehend what The Jitterman can do and what we will achieve. Cross Recoba when that bell rings...that's the signal for playtime to begin and it's time to stop thinking about the could've, should've beens, time to put those regrets you have to bed...before The Jitterman puts you...

To sleep.

This interview is terminated, AMEN

Taylor: Jitterman's not letting up!
Romano: I believe it's what you'd call 'putting Cross Recoba on notice'!
Taylor: He'll get his chance to put him down in our main-event! ... We're about ready to head for our next match, Jessie Love is already in the ring and we're ready to get our first look at Alessandro Quagliaterre and Angel Griffin!

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Jessie Love: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, introducing first, from St. Paul, Minnesota, weighing in at one hundred thirty-five pounds, she is… ANGEL!!

The lights go out as Freak Like Me hits the speakers. A spotlight appears on stage and Angel appears posing. She points to the crowd as they cheer. She walks with purpose down the ramp before sprinting and sliding into the ring.

Romano: Is it just me or do they… look a bit alike?
Taylor: Who?
Romano: Angel and Jessie? Come on, you mean don’t see it?! They look like twin sisters! Might be how Angel got the job!

Spinning she continues to point to the crowd before climbing the corner to once again pose for the crowd. Jumping down she leans against the ropes waiting on her opponent.

The lights dim out to an almost pitch black darkness. The crowd falls silent wondering what is happening. The sound of a woman screams.

“OOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!”

The lights turn back on illuminating brightly around the arena. Music subtly preludes into the arena, with a continuous phonetic utterance echoing around the venue by the same female who was screaming.

“Bum bum be-dum, bum bum be-dum bum
Bum bum be-dum, bum bum be-dum bum
Bum bum be-dum, bum bum be-dum bum
Bum bum be-dum, bum bum be-dum bum”

"Disturbia" by Rihanna then plays on the sound system, and the crowd immediately responded with a mixed reception. Alessandro Quagliaterre then bursts through the curtain full of energy. They are decisive in their indifference, not sure whether to love or hate him with the tension at a knife edge. He soaks in the atmosphere and poses at the top of the ramp with a couple of dabs. He elongates this action for a considerable length of time, and this pisses the crowd off.

“No more gas in the red
Can't even get it started
Nothing heard, nothing said
Can't even speak about it
All my life on my head
Don't want to think about it
Feels like I'm going insane
Yeah”

“It's a thief in the night
To come and grab you
It can creep up inside you
And consume you
A disease of the mind
It can control you
It's too close for comfort”

He smiles back at the crowd, unaffected by their response, and then in his own time, he slowly walks down the ramp without a care in the world.

Jessie Love: And her opponent, from Alpine, New Jersey, weighing in at two hundred forty pounds... ALESSANDRO QUAGLIATERRE!!!

He really drags this on and extends the crowd patience to it fullest by taking as long as he wants. The audience gets frustrated throwing, even more, shade in the direction of Alessandro, but he brushes it off. He starts throwing $100 bills into the crowd and they immediately start giving him a huge ovation louder than the speed of sound.

“Throw on your brake lights
We're in the city of wonder
Ain't gonna play nice
Watch out, you might just go under
Better think twice
Your train of thought will be altered
So if you must falter be wise
Your mind is in Disturbia”

“It's like the darkness is the light
Disturbia
Am I scaring you tonight
Your mind is in Disturbia
Ain't used to what you like
Disturbia
Disturbia”

Taylor: The man who organizes the Quag Cup, a Hall of Famer, so many things that this man has done at the age of twenty-eight years old.
Romano: Indeed. Most could only dream of the success he has had before thirty, but this is a brand new ball game for him.
Taylor: He seems motivated to make sure the AWF is just the next chapter in the great career he is in the middle of.
Romano: Safe to say that he should be hitting his prime around now. Let’s see what he can do in his first match here on the XHF Network.

He then finally reaches the ring, and slowly walks up the steel steps, and poses some more on the turnbuckle, to really rub it into the crowd that he has arrived. He then flips down, waiting patiently by the corner of the ring, ready to unleash all types of hell on his opponent.

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Singles Match
Alessandro Quagliaterre vs. Angel Griffin

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DING DING DING

Angel goes for a dropkick immediately to start the match off quickly. Quag takes the hit but gets right back up and lands a quick back fist on Angel. He pulls her up to her feet and whips her into the corner. Quagliaterre charges the corner for a strike, but Angel is able to leap over him and sending Alessandro into the turnbuckle. Angel rolls up Quag for a possible quick victory!

ONE!!

TWO!!

NO!!

Quagliaterre gets his shoulder up and is clearly annoyed at the roll up even occurring. He tries to sweep Angel’s legs but she hops over the attempt. Angel runs off the ropes and lands a crossbody on Quagliaterre.

Taylor: Angel Griffin is using her speed to her advantage and has control of the match!
Romano: Yeah, but right now, they are on the mat, where I’m willing to bet Quagliaterre is more dangerous than her.

Quag grabs Angel’s right leg and delivers a kick to her jaw to keep her controlled. He uses that leg to lock in a half Boston Crab on Angel. Angel’s face shows anguish as she looks at where the ropes are.

Taylor: Quagliaterre has the submission locked in!
Romano: And Angel isn’t close enough to ropes to depend on them to get her out. She’s gonna have to put on her big girl pants and get out of this herself.

It isn’t immediate. It takes almost an agonizing minute before she can slip her leg out of Quagliaterre’s grip. But before Angel can get back up, Alessandro drops the elbow on her back.

Romano: Alessandro Quagliaterre is a smart, smart man. He knows that with Angel’s lower body weakened, a lot of her arsenal will be taken from her.
Taylor: You might be right.
Romano: It’s good to see a master tactician at work. Every move he has made since the start of the match is calculated and strategized.

Quagliaterre places his boot behind the knee of the same right leg before lifting it up and slamming back down to the mat. Angel rolls on the mat, holding that leg. Quagliaterre pulls Angel up and tosses her like a rag doll with a belly-to-belly suplex. Alessandro Quagliaterre hooks the leg to win his debut match!

ONE!!

TWO!!

T-NO!!!

Quagliaterre, at this point, is amused Angel is still fighting. He places her in the corner. Quagliaterre delivers a strong strike to Angel’s midsection while she is trapped in the corner. He drives his knee into her gut for good measure.

Taylor: If Angel is going to make a match out of this, she’s going to have to do something now. Alessandro Quagliaterre has complete control of the match.
Romano: That name is such a wonderful mouthful.
Taylor: As impressive as the name is, I’m sure it is a pain to write over and over again.
Romano: Meh, write it several times in a sitting. You’ll have it down.

Angel finally shows some signs of life with a kick that almost gives Quagliaterre an interest in Angel’s fight before she delivers a second. Quag, no longer wanting to see fight from his opponent, grabs her, but after a quick knee and a headlock, Quagliaterre was dropped on his head.

Taylor: Springboard DDT called Hell’s Fury!! How did Angel manage that?!
Romano: Quite simple, honestly. Knee to gut. Grab the head. Bounce off the second rope and spin it to the ground.
Taylor: I mean, thanks for the breakdown, but it wasn’t what I was asking for. Steve Tyrell with the count on the cover!!

Angel hooks the leg to catch Quagliaterre by surprise with her signature to win the match!

ONE!!

TWO!!

THR...NO!!

Quagliaterre gets his shoulder off the mat just in time to avoid the three count. But Angel has no time to rest because she has to keep the offense going to win the match. She sees the annoyed Quagliaterre starting to get up, so she climbs the top rope with her back to him.

Romano: High risk right here. Her leg isn’t one hundred percent.
Taylor: But here she goes! Her signature moonsault! Scorned!!
Romano: She got just enough on it!!

Quagliaterre can only look up as he sees all one thirty-five of Angel flying at him and hitting him like a big projectile. Angel quickly crawls for the cover.

ONE!!

TWO!!

THRE...NO!!!

Romano: Alessandro is proving how hard it is to keep him down for a three!
Taylor: Angel is giving him everything she’s got though!
Romano: She just needs to look out for when the pendulum swings the other way. Quagliaterre will find a way to turn the tide soon and Angel will have to make sure she has that same fight.

It was almost prophetic as Angel gets ready to try Hell’s Fury once more, but her weakened right leg gives out on her after the headlock. Quagliaterre notices this immediately and lifts up, putting Angel on his shoulders in a fireman’s carry position.

Romano: See? Told you.
Taylor: This isn’t good for Angel.
Romano: Bedtime, Angel.

Quagliaterre completes his finishing move to the cheers of about half the limited capacity crowd. He hooks the leg, and Steve Tyrell counts.

ONE!!

TWO!!

THREE!!

DING DING DING!!

Rihanna’s “Disturbia” plays once more as Tyrell holds Quagliaterre’s arm in the air to name him the victor of the match.

Jessie Love: Here is your winner… ALESSANDRO QUAGLIATERRE!!!

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The scene fades into the backroom where Copycat is in front of a mirror.

Copycat: Alright let's see if this is work. Let's try Mr. Bradshaw!

Copycat snaps his fingers and suddenly, he starts to look like...

Sniper: Wait, that's not Mr. Bradshaw!

Copycat snaps and goes back to Copycat.

Copycat: Let's try this again.

Copycat tries to unleash his magic and turns into.

Tiny Fur: Mew! Wait! Copycat! ...Why am I saying my name!?

Copycat struggles and goes back to Copycat.

Copycat: Third time is the charm! LET'S GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO-

Ember Ferrari: OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO.

Copycat looks in the mirror and instantly screams. Copycat, looking like Ember Ferrari, runs around the room trying to find a way to fix things as we cut to our next match.

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Jessie Love: The following contest is scheduled for one-fall!

Crowd: ONE FALL!

Jessie Love: Our first competitor…

The lights go out as the rhythmic beat of the opening of “The Phoenix” by Fall Out Boy hits the speakers. As the words “Put on your War Paint” echo the first time lights pop on to an explosion and Brendon Phoenix turns and yells.

Jessie Love: Making his AWF debut and hailing from San Diego, California. He stands at six-feet-and-two inches and weighs in at two-hundred-and-twenty-two pounds...BRENDON PHOENIX!!!

He begins his upbeat jog to the ring.

Taylor: This is our first-time taking a look at what Brendon can do in the ring. For those of you who don’t know about him, outside of the ring he was a competition-level surfer and is a keen exponent of parkour!
Romano: I saw him earlier today...running on rails!

Brendon slides into the ring raising his arms as he circles the middle of the ring. He steps up on the lower-rope leaning over at the middle pointing at the crowd. He repeats this on the three sides facing the audience before climbing to the corner raising his arm.

Taylor: One man who might take an interest in this match is Adam Sanders. I don’t believe the two men have ever faced-off but you know he and Adrien Cochrane will want to see whether his dropkicks are in the same ballpark as their own!
Romano: Phoenix needs to focus on the win, not a comparison contest.

He returns to the middle bouncing on his feet smiling as he prepares for the match.

Jesse Love: And...introducing his opponent…

"Super Dragon's here and I'm ready for a fight!" is heard before "Kung Fu Fighting" plays.

Jessie Love: Hailing from Hong Kong, he stands at an even six-feet and weighs two-hundred-and-twenty-five pounds….XIAO….LONG!

Little Dragon appears and storms ringside. He reaches the ring and leaps over the top rope

Taylor: 2021 is the year of the Ox but for this guy, he might want to try and turn it into the year of the Dragon.
Romano: ....really?
Taylor: Xiaolong has been with the AWF for coming up to two years. If he can find that momentum that he has been lacking then he could push on and challenge for gold once more!
Romano: If he took his time in the ring more, didn’t rush in, he’d go further.

Luchador style and forward rolls to his feet in a dragon stance.

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Singles Match
Brendon Phoenix vs Xiaolong

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With a final nod towards the timekeeper, we’re live! Both men come out of their corner and begin to circle the ring, waiting for the right time to strike. Phoenix, keen to open his account with the AWF with a win, makes the first move and dives in for a collar-and-arm lock-up but the more experienced competitor ducks under and grabs a waist-lock. The AWF newcomer is quick to reverse the hold in his favor and sneaks behind with a hammerlock, lifting the arm and applying pressure to the hold as he leans forward.

Taylor: The AWF newcomer isn’t shy to show off his technical chops…
Romano: Phoenix’s game-plan is built around explosiveness and unpredictability.

Not resting on his laurels, Brendon transitions to a side-headlock and bears down on his opponent and uses it to his advantage to try and wear down Little Dragon in the early stages of the match.

Taylor: Is this a case of neither man wanting to rush in, that a feeling out stage is needed?
Romano: When you see these quicker fighters a lot of their success is built through being able to keep a steady stream of momentum. Take a Jitterman, he can end it out of nowhere but if you’re not his height or size, you might need to establish a rhythm, to get to the end.

Being no stranger to the hold, Xiaolong works the tactic to his advantage. Phoenix adjusts his footing which gives a window for the former Phoenix Champion to shift his body-weight sidewards into a pin…

Taylor: Little Dragon lures the newcomer...

ON-

KICKOUT!


Romano: That was a little reminder from Xiao. He’s not expecting the pin-attempt to get the win but it does tell his opponent “I’ve got some tricks up my sleeve.”

Telling the crowd what they already knew, Gabe Valentine holds up a half-raised finger as the two men are back to their feet. Phoenix steps towards Xiao but is taken down with an arm-drag that he holds onto as the debuting wrestler hits the canvas.

Taylor: Xiaolong showing he has done some scouting, knows the slower tempo plays less into his opponent’s hands than his own.

Phoenix grimaces for a moment before trying to scramble to his feet, not allowing Little Dragon to try and keep him grounded. This time it’s his opponent who tries to bear down but Brendon rolls forward and swings a leg over the arm to break the hold. A push kick grants him some space that he uses to charge at Xiaolong…

Romano: Phoenix showing that he isn’t a slouch …
Taylor: When do you know the right time to kick it up a gear?
Romano: If there isn’t an opening then...

Little Dragon swings but Phoenix ducks the flailing arm and waits...DROPKICK TAKES HIM DOWN!

Romano: JUST LIKE THAT!
Taylor: Sanders and Cochrane may well have got the scorecards out for that one!

The crowd let out an appreciative pop for the move.

Romano: Can he follow it up?

Stunned but not winded, Xiaolong rises and eats a forearm as Brendon coerces him into the ropes, he looks for an Irish whip but LD reverses it…

Taylor: Has that window closed already?

Xiaolong drops down and lets Phoenix make another pass…

Romano:He has one shot...

Phoenix comes back...Baseball slide HE LEAPS ONTO THE SHOULDERS OF HIS OPPONENT FROM BEHIND BUT LITTLE DRAGON THROWS HIM FORWARD….PHOENIX EATS A STIFF KICK TO THE HEAD AS HE TURNS AROUND!

Taylor: Xiaolong showing why he’s a former Phoenix Champion!

Seeing his opponent dazed from the blow, Xiaolong leans back into the ropes and nails a Roaring Elbow that staggers his opponent into the corner. He tries to follow in with a running back elbow … PHOENIX ESCAPES THROUGH THE ROPES AS XIAOLONG HITS THE TURNBUCKLE!

Romano: There’s that parkour knowledge coming in hand when he needs it!

SLINGSHOT HEADSCISSORS FROM PHOENIX!

Taylor: Innovative takedown from Brendon!

The crowd once more pops but Phoenix ignores the plaudits as he looks to keep the pressure on his opponent. XIALONG GRABS A SMALL PACKAGE!

Romano: Xiaolong with the Veteran playbook today!

ONE…

TW-

KICKOUT!

Taylor: Little Dragon nearly snuck a win.
Romano: With the triple-threat at Supremacy, he knows that there could well be an opening for a new challenger.
Taylor: Tonight is very much an open audition. We’ve seen Erin Gordon score a debut win, could Phoenix manage the same tonight?

Both men rush to their feet to try to gain an advantage but it’s the man from Hong Kong who attempts the first blow, his high kick misses...BACKSLIDE…

Taylor: Phoenix not falling for the same trick...

ONE…

PHOENIX FLIPS FORWARD TO KEEP XIAOLONG DOWN

Romano: He may have him!

TWO…

XIAOLONG KICKS OUT!

Taylor: Little Dragon got out from a pin-attempt that we’ve seen countless wrestlers fall victim to over the years!

Phoenix looks in disbelief as Valentine declares it a two-count and scrambles to his feet. He tries to catch the rising Xiaolong with a kick but it’s caught...he fires off an enziguri and it’s ducked. A quick flash of a smile is all the warning that Phoenix gets before...DRAGON SCREW!

Romano: Almost showboating there!

Little Dragon again keeps hold of the limb and tries to transition into the stepover ankle-lock but Phoenix has it scouted, rolling his body to trip his foe with a drop-toe hold variant. Grabbing the rope as he falls, Xiaolong manages to gain a breather from any further offense.

Taylor: Neither man is able to get a hold of this match!
Romano: It could well come down to who has the most explosive move they can land in a pinch!

Phoenix resets in the center of the ring, the look of concentration on his face betraying his calculations to get to the end of the match with a win. He looks for a clothesline but Xiaolong quickly ducks down before he could connect...PHOENIX COMES BACK OFF THE ROPES WITH A SPRINGBOARD CROSS-BODY!

Taylor: Just when Xiaolong thinks he has him, Phoenix breaks out an unconventional counter!

ONE..

TWO…

KICKOUT!!

Romano: I get the feeling we’re about hit another level in the match...

Xiaolong springs to his feet and heads to the ropes ...PHOENIX CUTS HIM OFF WITH A RUNNING FOREARM TO THE HEAD!

Taylor: Brendon looking to grab the match by the scruff of the neck

With his opponent against the ropes, Phoenix catches him with another forearm before swinging his hand back…

Crowd: WOOOOO!

Romano: The international language of wrestling!

The slap resounds around the arena but Brendon doesn’t let up, he whips his man to the corner...EUROPEAN UPPERCUT!

Taylor: We could be seeing The Flurry!

He once more whips Xiaolong to the turnbuckle, this time opposite...he rushes in...XIAOLONG PUSHES UP TO THE TURNBUCKLE AND OVER INTO A PIN!

Romano: Modified Sunset Flip for the counter...

ONE…

TWO…

REVERSAL AS PHOENIX MOVES THE MOMENTUM SO HE IS ON TOP

Taylor: Phoenix escaping through the backdoor...

ONE…

TWO…

KICKOUT!

PHOENIX LEAPS TO THE TOP ROPE AS HE IS KICKED OFF AND STARTS TO MOVE, CAT-LIKE, ALONG THE TOP ROPE…

Taylor: DID YOU SEE THE AGILITY?
Romano: Xiaolong is in trouble...

HE CONNECTS WITH A LEAPING KICK TO THE BACK OF HIS OPPONENT’S SKULL!

Taylor: XIAOLONG IS SOMEHOW STILL STANDING!

Xiaolong, to his credit, only drops down to one knee but it allows Phoenix to roll back to his feet and run up the turnbuckle…

Taylor: THIS IS MAKE OR BREAK FOR BOTH MEN!

XIAOLONG RUSHES PHOENIX AND NAILS HIM WITH A TOP-ROPE MONKEY FLIP!

Romano: PHOENIX IS IN DANGER...IS HE GOING FOR THE FROG SPLASH?

The camera shows Phoenix holding his back in agony. He gets up but can’t see the impending doom…

Taylor: He’s going for the killshot!

LEAPING BACKSTABBER!

Taylor: DSD! DSD!

A COVER…

ONE…

TWO…

THREE!!!

Jessie Love: The winner of this match, as a result of pinfall…. XIAOLONG!!!

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Walker: Hello, Mr. Bradshaw?!

Taylor: He’s back! Look at him, he’s back!
Romano: I never thought I’d say this, but it’s good to see Eddie Walker walking around and backstage again.

The fans give a cheer as the manager of Adam Sanders appears on the big screen for all to see, a man who hasn’t been on an AWF show in months. Eddie Walker gives a simple knock onto a door with the nameplate “Terry Bradshaw” on it. The door opens slightly.

Bradshaw: Yes?

There was something off about Bradshaw’s tone as he looks at Walker through the cracked open door. Walker notices this but continues anyway.

Walker: Hello, good to see you again. Listen, I don’t know if you know this but I also handle everything for Betsy Granger as well as Adam so I wanted to talk about her contract. You see, you all granted her this provisional short-term deal when she first arrived here since she was fairly unknown to you and… Mr. Bradshaw, can we discuss this without there being a giant door between us?

Bradshaw: I can’t really do that.

The spike haired manager looks perplexed.

Walker: And why is that, exactly?

Bradshaw: Because I’m not really Terry Bradshaw...

After a quick blink, Terry Bradshaw no longer looks like Terry Bradshaw.

Copycat: I was trying to make sure it wasn’t someone trying to beat me up. You were gone so you might not know this but Mr. Bradshaw tricked me into winning the Around the Clock Title.

Walker: Oh. Copycat. Oh, well, congratulations? I guess? Tricked you? How does that…?

Copycat: It’s a long story.

Walker: So you’re hiding in Mr. Bradshaw’s office and looking like him? Fair enough. Where is Mr. Bradshaw? I do need to have this conversation with him over Betsy’s contract with him whenever possible as he is the CFO of the company.

Bradshaw: What the hell are you doing?!

The real Terry Bradshaw approaches with referee Nate Biggs behind him. He looks upset at Copycat.

Copycat: I was making sure Subject #42 wasn’t going to come murder me after what happened last Prestige.

Bradshaw: Yeah, yeah, yeah, Subject isn’t here. None of the people fighting at Supremacy is here. No ReVenants, no Subject, so stop your complaining and be available. That is your duty as Around the Clock Champion!

Bradshaw grabs Copycat by the collar and tosses him out of his office. Eddie Walker attempts to catch Copycat before he could go to the ground, but Eddie isn’t exactly at full strength after just returning. As a result, Eddie Walker falls down as well.

Taylor: Ouch! I think Copycat hit his head on the wall!
Romano: Walker tried to help.

Before Walker can ask his inquiries to Bradshaw, the door slams behind him. Nate Biggs stands outside the hallway to be near Copycat. Walker is still on the ground but is at least moving, which can’t be said for Copycat.

Walker: That was a little unnecessary. Geez…

Walker rolls over, to try to get back on his hands and knees and has one of his legs over Copycat, who is still not moving. Nate Biggs leaps into action.

ONE!!

TWO!!

THREE!!

Walker doesn’t realize what’s going on until it’s too late. The bell by the ring dings three times to announce the title has changed hands.

Walker: What… did you just do, Mr. Biggs?

Biggs: Winner, and new Around the Clock Champion!!

Taylor: Oh my God, Eddie Walker just won the Around the Clock Title!
Romano: That was… he didn’t even realize what just happened!
Taylor: It doesn’t matter! Copycat’s shoulders were down. Walker had a leg on top of Copycat while he was just trying to get up himself
Romano: This will be interesting.

Walker: No! Undo that. Reverse that decision.

Biggs: I cannot, sir. This is yours.

Biggs hands Eddie Walker the belt and his eyes get big, knowing that means anyone can go after him at anytime.

Walker: I don’t want it.

Biggs: Out of my hands now until someone attacks you and pins you for it.

Walker: And… Adam and Betsy aren’t here… Right. Okay, I’m getting the hell out of here.

Walker pulls himself up and starts going down the hallway, forgetting all about why he was here in the first place. Biggs follows him.

Walker: Why are you following me? Stop following me!! I don’t want to encourage this!!

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Taylor: Well, folks, in a development no-one saw coming, Eddie Walker is our new Around the Clock Champion!
Romano: It was only a matter of time until Copycat was beaten but I don’t think you could have predicted not just the who but the how involved!
Taylor: Eddie may just have to get used to having Biggs as his shadow!

Jessie Love: It’s time for our co-main event of the evening and is a triple-threat match!



"Ain't No Rest for the Wicked" hits the arena as an imitation sandstorm is created in the entranceway and Aiden Merric emerges from it chewing nicotine gum and wearing a smug ass smile on his face.

Jessie Love: Introducing first...standing at six-feet-and-two inches, weighing in at two-hundred-and-twenty pounds….AIDEN MERRIC!

He spits the gum and puts a patch on his arm before stretching and walking to the ring with a purpose.

Taylor: Aiden is coming off an extremely impressive win at Prestige 63, taking down the Jitterman!
Romano: A lot of people let Merric slip under their radar. He was the longest Phoenix Champion for a reason and tonight, his opponents know that he is the yardstick with which they will be judged!

He rolls into the ring and stretches on the ropes. The referee stops him and removes his various blades, ropes and other hunting equipment as he smirks. He then cracks his neck, waiting for the bell.

Taylor: How much of a psychological advantage will Merric gain from being first to hte ring?
Romano: That’s entirely dependent on his opponents and how they’re going to approach the match!

Drake's "Enemies" plays as Frankie Webb heads out into the arena.

Jessie Love: Next to come to the ring...

He shoots a quick glance to the fans in the arena and hops a few times.

Jessie Love: Hailing from St. George, Uta and standing at six-feet-and-one inch….FRANKIE...WEBB!

He has a sleeveless hood over his head as he slowly makes himself to the ring. He walks toward the ring, displaying a fake err of confidence.

Romano: This kid could be the future, Tommy. To be on this stage at his age..
Taylor: Critics say he lacks experience and it costs him but what better place to get experience than with an opportunity like the one he has here in AWF!
Romano: Tonight, especially. Merric is one of the craftiest members of the roster and Anderson, he looks like he could ragdoll most of the roster!

As he approaches the ring, he takes the hood and tosses it out of the ring. He hops up and down, waiting for the match to begin, keeping sight of Merric as he settles into the corner..

A heartbeat is heard on the PA, furiously pumping away.

Jessie Love: Lastly, AND MAKING THEIR AWF DEBUT….

The opening line of “Re-education Through Labor” by Rise Against blares across the arena as the light go out, a blue light illuminates the entrance ramp as we see, Ashley Anderson standing in the center of the spotlight.

Jessie Love: Coming from Las Vegas, Nevada...he stands at six-feet-and-six inches, and weighing in at two-hundred-and-sxity-five pounds...ABEL....ANDERSON!!!

Abel makes his way through the curtain as his wife steps to the side giving Abel the spotlight. He bounces on his feet for a moment before the spotlight turns off,

Romano: Having watched the promos from Anderson and his wife, we could well have a new power couple on the horizon!
Taylor: Whilst Abel is a physically impressive athlete, his wife is certaintly not short of a soundbite when she wants to!
Romano: She could be an equalizer here in the AWF. You’d argue that Webb has agility on his side, Merric has experience and wiles, but even without his wife, Anderson has power, he has a capability to end a fight in one-punch and he brings a BJJ background that could provide a very well-rounded package!
Taylor: The answer to your question will be answered as soon as we can get the ref’s pre-match checks out the way.

The house lights come back on as the couple walk to the ring, once they make it beside the ring, Abel gives Ashley a quick kiss before rolling into the ring and climbing the nearest turnbuckle raising his arms toward the crowd. Abel then hops down and waits for his opponent.

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Triple Threat Match
Aiden Merric vs. Frankie Webb vs. Abel Anderson

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Taylor: Well it looks like we have Chris Card here at the announce desk for this one. Any thoughts on this upcoming match, Chris?
Chris Card: I'm not here to commentate, Tommy. I'm here to scout. I'll leave the talking to yourself and Cassius here.

Aiden Merric and Abel Anderson go straight at it, striding into the middle of the ring and locking up. Frankie Webb stays clear of the fray, knowing that either of these two competitors would easily overpower his small frame. The Australian has a lot of guts and core strength as he hangs in there with the Bad Ass one but what advantage Merric has from his sheer willpower, he certainly lacks a lot in the technique department and Anderson switches the Greco Roman hold into an overhook clutch, dragging Merric's head down towards some sharply delivered short knees.

Taylor: Anderson using the Muay Thai clinch there.
Romano: Plays to his strengths. You work to what you're trained in and in Abel Anderson's case that's his Muay Thai and Brazillian Jiu-jitsu background.

Sliding backwards out of the hold, Merric creates a little space and throws a big meathook of a right hand at Anderson's face, the musclebound Anderson pulling his arms up in front of his face to block the blow. Anderson doesn't let his guard slips an inch as Merric keeps throwing heavy fists at him. Outback Adey goes for the stomach with one blow and Anderson takes it right to the overly toned solar plexus. The Wonder From Down Under loosens his stance and tries to snatch Anderson by one of his guarding arms, looking for a loose takedown but Anderson reverses the pressure right away and slings Merric violently towards the corner where Frankie Webb is resting, ready to pick a spot.

Taylor: Aiden Merric is using his raw skills in this match. Anderson seems to have greater polish.
Romano: Let's see what Webb can do now he's forced to be involved.

Webb is unprepared for the sudden arrival of Merric in his face. Foot first, naturally as Hulk Bogan lifts his boot up and with the momentum of Anderson's powerful whip, plants it firmly into Frankie Webb's face, sandwiching his skull against the turnbuckle. Merric reaches down to try and grab Webb as the Teenage Dream slides his back down the ring post but Webb is astute enough to go straight out of the ring under the bottom rope, shaking his head when his feet hit the floor.

Taylor: Frankie Webb looks a little scared out there.
Romano: He's massively outsized by both other men in the match. If he threw himself into the center of that action, he'd be torn apart. That's not cowardice. That's strategy.

Turning back towards the center of the ring, Merric lines himself up with Anderson and charges in, no fear being shown on his face. Merric extends an arm as he charges and Anderson does the same, the pair crashing into each other with a thud. The Ozzie grins, knowing that he's up against the biggest prey he can find in the match and feints a headlock attempt, shifting Anderson's guard and then stomps his foot down hard on Anderson's toes. Anderson has to rear back and put more weight on the other leg and Merric shoots for a single leg takedown, barrelling Anderson to the mat. The Big Game Hunter looks to rear back and land some downward shots but Anderson is fully trained in this situation and wraps his legs around Merric's waist, trapping Merric in the guard.

Taylor: Anderson looking to stop Merric from dominating him at mat level.
Romano: It's not just a defensive position. You can set up a lot of submissions from the bottom position.

Anderson knows he has the grappling advantage and waits, predator-like, for Merric to make a mistake. Merric throws a couple of short elbows to Anderson's face, not getting a great deal of power behind them. Merric tries for a third and Bad Ass Abel immediately grabs for Merric's wrist and forces his arm under his own chin. The Jacked Judoka sweeps Merric into his Side Control before Anderson threads his far arm behind Merric's neck, looking to lock in his patented Triangle Choke.

Taylor: ARM TRIANGLE! KATA-GATAME! MERRIC IS IN TROUBLE!

But from out of NOWHERE Frankie Webb comes steaming into the ring, throwing his body at the pile and connecting with the full force of his body in a rough-looking yet highly effective senton, stopping Anderson from completing the hold. Webb throws a few boots at Merric to kick him off Anderson and as Double A stands, Webb hits a super fast dropkick, staggering Anderson just a little. Webb surveys the situation and backs up, leaving Merric and Anderson to continue their duel.

Romano: Webb did the smart thing. He has enough judo smarts to spot a submission attempt and he knew he had to break that up.

As Card takes more notes, Anderson walks over to the side of the ring that Webb had just made his escape and points a threatening finger out towards the teenager. Merric meanwhile has regained a vertical base and he walks up behind Anderson, stalking his prey like the poacher he is. As the referee checks the ropes and gives them a quick wipe, not wanting Frankie's sweat to cause any accidents, Merric finishes his sneaking up on the distracted Anderson, drops to one knee and lands an old fashioned uppercut low blow.

Taylor: LOW BLOW! Merric taking the shortest route to victory again.
Romano: With a genetic freak like Anderson, you do what you can to win. If that means cheating, so be it.

Wheeling away from the ropes, Anderson is stunned (but not dropped) by Aiden Merric's shock attack. Merric lights up Anderson's chest with a barrage of quick knife edged chops before levering himself up onto the second rope and bouncing off with a savage looking European uppercut. Anderson staggers backwards and Merric rolls through, back to his feet and rushes the far ropes, swinging his leg into a huge kick to the small of Anderson's back.

Taylor: PEEEEEEEEEEE-KAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY!
Romano: Straight through the goal posts from the fifty meter line.

Merric drops to cover, hooking the leg...

ONE!


TWO!


TH.. Frankie Webb rushes in AGAIN to break up the cover, taking his Ali like sticking and moving tactic to the extreme as he carefully dodges Merric's sweeping arm and retreats to the outside again. Merric turns back quickly to Abel Anderson, the crafty Australian not looking to be caught from behind the way Anderson was to him. Instead the Big Game Hunter stares intently at Anderson, watching his every move as the human slab of muscle slowly drags himself back to a vertical base. Merric pauses, lining up very, very carefully. Just as Anderson gets fully standing, Merric rushes in and leaps gracelessly through the air, connecting flush with his balled up fist arcing down onto Abel's skull.

Taylor: STUN GUN! STUN GUN! STUN GUN!

The Wonder From Down Under stands, grabbing Anderson by the head to haul the BJJ Behemoth up with him. Merric uses a series of gut punches to keep Anderson stunned before raising his arm to the sky and grabbing Anderson by the arm with his free hand. Merric whips Anderson towards the ropes and hits the opposite ropes at the same time. With his arm now outstretched, Merric looks to take Anderson's head off with a lethal Lariat...

Taylor: CONTRACT FULFILLED!

BUT FROM THE PERPENDICULAR ANGLE, FRANKIE WEBB JOINS THE FRAY AND HITS A DROPKICK WITH ONE LEG HITTING BOTH HIS OPPONENTS!

Taylor: NO! FRANKIE WEBB IS BACK IN THE MATCH!
Romano: Picking his spots carefully.

Webb turns to Merric and grabs an arm, flicking the Australian over Webb's shoulder with an Uchi Mata! Anderson stumbles towards Webb and WEBB GRABS AN ARM AND PERFORMS THE SAME SHOULDER THROW TO ANDERSON! Merric stumbles up to his feet, surprised at Webb's strength (actually clever use of leverage) and Webb steps his foot behind Merric's and trips him to the mat with an O Soto Gari! He then turns to Anderson and, after carefully making sure the landing goes right, HITS ANDERSON WITH AN O SOTO GARI ON TOP OF MERRIC!

Taylor: FRANKIE WEBB IS GOING CRAZY!

Meanwhile, at ground level, on his own reflexes alone ANDERSON THREADS MERRIC'S ARM ACROSS HIS OWN CAROTID ARTERY AND TRAPS IT FROM THE REAR GUARD!

Taylor: ANACONDA CHOKE!

BUT MERRIC USES HIS LEGS TO ARCH HIS BODY BACKWARDS AND PINS ANDERSON'S SHOULDERS TO THE MAT!

ONE!


TWO!


FRANKIE WEBB RUNS IN AND DROPS HIS BODY ONTO THE PILE WITH AN UGLY RUNNING SENTON! WEBB SHOVELS MERRIC OUT OF THE WAY AND COVERS...

ONE!

TWO!

ANDERSON THROWS WEBB'S BODY ABOUT A YARD INTO THE AIR POWERING OUT!

Taylor: My god it's getting heated in there!
Romano: I couldn't say who is going to win. Anderson can trap you in a heartbeat. Merric can win in a million different ways. Frankie Webb is REALLY feeling that rush.

Just to show how much Frankie Webb is feeling good, he is up way before Anderson does. He pumps his fists and issues a huge shout of "C'mon!" as he waits for his massive muscular meathead of an opponent to stand. Anderson throws a meaty clothesline at Frankie Webb but the youngster sharply ducks. Abel is turning, out of control as the power of his swing unbalances him. Webb stays ducked and raises his shoulders at just the right time, LIFTING ABEL ANDERSON ITO A FIREMAN'S CARRY!

Taylor: OH MY GOD!

With Anderson perched precariously on his shoulders, WEBB FALLS BACKWARDS AND CRASHES ANDERSON INTO THE MAT WITH A SAMOAN DROP THAT THUNDERS THROUGHOUT THE ARENA!

Taylor: WEBB DROP! WEBB DROP!
Romano: You have to hand it to the kid. He has heart.

Webb holds in position for a back press..


ONE!


TWO!


TH... NO! MERRIC IS UP AND GRABS WEBB. MERRIC USES ALL HIS STRENGTH AND JUST DUMPS WEBB OVER THE TOP ROPE WITH A DISMISSIVE BIEL TOSS! MERRIC DROPS DOWN ONTO ANDERSON AND HOOKS A HUUUUUUUUGE HANDFUL OF TIGHTS AS HE COVERS!

ONE!


TWO!


THREE!



Jessie Love: The winner of the match, by pinfall, AIDEN MEEEEEERIIIIIIC!

Taylor: That sneak! Merric stole the victory from Frankie Webb.
Romano: The records never show the method, Taylor. They will just show who won and who lost, am I right, Chris?
Chris Card: I got what I came here for. Merric deserves a lot of credit for seizing the opportunity. Frankie Webb showed a lot of fire, and I can respect that. I like Anderson's style. A good show all-round. Now, I need to head off gentlemen. I have a sizeable investment that needs making. Of my time.

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The screen is still black but with quick beats from Audiomachine's Fallen Army plays. White text blocks appear quickly, traveling to the forefront from the screen.

THE BATTLE IS HERE.

Garcia: We are the ReVenants! Not you or any other wrestler or failed experiment could stop us!

Granger: This match is just a start. A taste of what we can do. Of what doing the right thing and standing on honor can do. Nice guys don’t always have to finish last. It’s our turn to shine!

Kira: Because at supremacy, I'm the one invading your company.Ii'm the one beating your ass and at the end of the day when the dust is settled, I'm the one sitting in this chair!

THE FIGHT FOR GOLD.

NJC: You wanted that title, you've awakened this! You've gotten what you've wished for and now you've got to pay the price!

Subject #42: RAGH!

THE FIGHT OF OUR LIVES.

Keith: I would sooner leave AWF with the Prestige Championship and hold it ransom than see the title held by someone undeserving. That's how dedicated I am!

Fox: There's no scenario where this ends well for you, Keith. Come what may, I'm taking my Prestige title back. The biggest variable is this: how badly are you gonna get hurt?


JANUARY 31ST, 2020 - ONLY ON THE XHF NETWORK

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Taylor: We could see the entire landscape of the AWF change in one night at Supremacy!
Romano: As we've said throughout the show - when chances like this come up, you have to take them. We have seven competitors at Supremacy who know this, will everyone else make the conversation awkward?

Jessie Love: ANNNND NOWWWWW! IT’S TIME FOR OUR MAIN EVENT OF THE EVENING!!!

The crowd pop

Jessie Love: Scheduled for one-fall and introducing our first competitor!



Turn To Stone by Joe Walsh fills the arena as the lights dim and a single spotlight illuminates the stage. Out from the curtain steps Cross Recoba, a titanium cane with a golden lion's head handle in one hand, touching the crucifix with the other. The crowd responds with a chorus of cheers for The Fox while Cross uses the handle of the cane to push his shag hair cut from his face, flicking his head back confidently as he grins out at the audience obnoxiously. He holds up the cane that has caused so much trouble in the past to acknowledge the response from the fans, and he begins down the ramp still holding it aloft.

Jessie Love: "Coming to the ring, sttanding at six feet and an inch, weighing in at 230 pounds, hailing from New York, New York. he is the self-proclaimed 'Box Office Smash of XHF'..... , CROSS RECOBBBAAA!!"

Recoba reaches ringside and holds the lion's head handle of the cane up to his lips and kisses it for luck.

Taylor: Is this real confidence or is this bravado, Cassius?
Romano: If he doesn’t have an answer or a game-plan by now, he’s in for a world of pain when the Jitterman realizes. Is it a front? Has he got the answer for walking out of here with a win?
Taylor: Jitterman’s mouthpiece, John Eden, thinks he knows a way into the head of Recoba.
Romano: It’s Chris Card, and it plays to his client’s favor. We’ve seen the Jitterman in action, we saw proof against Merric that inside that ring he can be dangerous and methodical if Cross forgets that for an instant - he’ll pay!

He sets the cane to rest against the ring steps and then climbs them up onto the apron, and with a wipe of his feet slips between the ropes. He pops up with both hands out at his side, walking forward as if putting his glory on display, and delivers an over-exaggerated bow that causes the fans to cheer even louder. Cross stands to his full height and smirks, stepping over to the far corner to await the beginning of the match.

Jessie Love: And his opponent!



The arena goes dark and then the screen flickers on and there appears a wood, a robed man comes out onto the stage with some kind of book, he begins speaking to it and then out in the distance a figure saunters closer and closer and stops...that's when the music begins to play.

Jessie Love: Hailing from Parts Unknown….with a height of six-feet-and-nine inches and tipping the scales at three-hundred-and-twenty pounds….THE JITTERMAN!!

Then the lights go out once again and when they appear back on The Jitterman is there next to the robed man otherwise known as John Eden. The camera shows the normally confident Cross looking distinctly unnerved by the realization of what stands at the top of the ramp.

Romano: You know, outside of Subject #42, no-one else comes close to matching the physicality, the stature of The Jitterman!
Taylor: We’ve mentioned throughout the night, this show is a great opportunity for some of the newcomers to the AWF to make a name for themselves and John Eden knows, as much as we do, that his client could make his name off the back of a win tonight!
Romano: We saw Erin Gordon stake a claim to be recognized to open the show, Alessandro Quagliaterre took the initiative in the following match, and with all the titles up for grabs at the XHF Network’s Supremacy next week, no-one is safe from being untouchable!

They then slowly and methodically make their way to the ring and then lights eventually turn back to normal. As Jitterman climbs over the top-rope to enter, Recoba can be seen to, consciously or not, take steps back from the center of the ring.

Taylor: Fans, we could well be seeing destruction unfold in front of us!
Romano: A lot of people might be wishing they’d put money on the outsider when this one is through...

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Main Event
Singles Match
Cross Recoba vs. Jitterman

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The bell rings. Cross Recoba doesn't take his eyes off of Jitterman. Not for a second. Jitterman doesn't keep his eyes off him either, but he has an err about him. Confidence. Conceitedness. Cockiness. The Jitterman doesn't move. He doesn't blink. He doesn't even look like he breathes, and Cross doesn't know how to take it. There's even an eery silence throughout the crowd to as they don't know what to expect. Cross doesn't know how to approach so he just goes. He throws a punch to Cross, but he effortless catches the blow and throws him aside with a throw. Cross hits the mat hard and clutches his back in pain before getting back up. He looks to Jitterman, who again shows no expression. Cross Recoba again moves forward, but this time, he dodges a punch from Jitterman, pulls the arm down. This pulls Jitterman down and gives him the ability to move up. PUNCH! ...Jitterman is barely affected. The eyes from Cross Recoba are big before Jitterman adjusts and slams Cross Recoba down with a spinebuster! The ring SHAKES!

Taylor: This match has barely been going on for barely long, and it is just INSANE! Nothing Cross Recoba is doing seems to work!
Romano: He tried to go direct. He tried to go fast, but neither of them are working. The issue here is psychology, and he doesn't have the same footing that Jitterman has.

Immediately, Jitterman goes for a pin. He knows he hasn't damaged Cross Recoba enough to substantiate the pin, but he stays emotionally and coldly into his eyes. Without saying a single word, he is suggesting. No, COMMANDING Cross to not move. Cross wants to look away, but he just can't. He's paralyzed as Senior Referee Gabe Valentine makes the pin count:


...One!


...Two!


...Cross finds a way to break out!

Cross doesn't waste a single moment to waste as he scooches back. He rushes backwards to grant space, but Jitterman doesn't do a single thing toward the former High Finance member. Cross keeps looking at Jitterman and keeps trying to shake his head. He needs a better way. He needs a better approach. He gets up. He slowly approaches Jitterman, trying to gauge him, but then finally - Jitterman approaches! For the first time in this match, he actually takes the offense! He runs through like a speeding train at full throttle and nearly rips Cross' head from his shoulders along with it. Cross hits the floor and suddenly hears the high-pitched tones that accompany tinnitus.

Taylor: It looks like Cross is having a rough time down there!
Romano: Look at it like this. This was Jitterman, a supernatural being who has taken down four others like it was NOTHING at A Very AWF Christmas. Cross Recoba will have to kick it into high gear if he wants to last much longer!

Jitterman looks down and an inhuman sound appears to emanate from his being. He puts his big mits on Cross' shoulders and with MAJOR power, hoists him up on his shoulder! But with the high-velocity movement, Cross was able to overshoot the muscle and lands behind Jitterman. Cross wastes no time as he uses all his strength to DROPKICK the back of Jitterman's knee. The big man actually drops down to his knee. Cross Recoba runs backwards to the ropes to gain some momentum. He then rushes back to Jitterman, who at this point has risen back to his feet. Cross Recoba captures him in for a flying headscissors, but Jitterman reverses the move to a hold. Oh, he's reversing it to a sidewalk slam! Jitterman goes for the drop, but Cross Recoba's legs were able to find the head as he was able to reverse it BACK to the headscissors! Jitterman goes down! He finally goes down! The fans reward him with a resounding round of applause!

Taylor: There Cross goes! He never got this move. It was never hand gifted to him. Cross Recoba had to claw and fight his way to hurt Jitterman, and it looks like he finally did it!
Romano: Good for Cross, but I think that he knows that all he did was take the first step on the journey to defeating Jitterman. It's not going to be easy. He has a lot more work to do.

Cross Recoba looks down at Jitterman, but he hasn't blinked or squinted. He's given no sense that he's in pain or that he even knows what pain is. Cross grabs the legs of Jitterman. He tries to bring him closer to the center of the ring. He looks like he's trying to go for his standing Boston Crab! Garibaldi's Guillotine! But this is all before Jitterman is using his impressively strong leg muscles to force his way out. Recoba knows that there's not much he can do so he cedes the tug of war. Cross Recoba falls down! ...And does so in such a way that it slingshots The Jiterman up. He hits the turnbuckle right behind Cross! Jitterman is stuck on there! Cross Recoba takes advantage of this moment and uses his arm to take him down with a schoolboy. The referee is quick with the pinfall. Here's the count!


...One!


...Two!


...Kickout!

Taylor: Cross Recoba is playing this smart! When one plan doesn't work, he seems to have a backup plan!
Romano: I believe it was Darwin who said something like how it's not how the most intellectual species that survives or the strongest, but those most able to adapt. Well, the same is happening in wrestling right at the Ascension Wrestling Federation!

Jitterman doesn't just kick out. He actually physically FORCES Cross Recoba with extreme might. Jitterman gets up and because of the schoolboy, Cross doesn't really have a way to back out. With the lack of available space so that he is able to use the full extent of his speed and agility, he's forced to doing things the nitty-gritty way. As Jitterman keeps trying to find a way back to his feet, Cross is going for blow to blow on his back. He's looking to unleash as much might as he can muster. He's hoping, PRAYING, that he's able to find a way to bring the big and scary man down to his knees. However, the large man keeps trying to find a way. That's when Cross lets out a battle cry before letting out the strongest forearm to the back that he can muster! Finally, Jitterman starts going down! That's when Jitterman shoots up with a HAM OF A HAND that doubles over Jitterman. He lifts him up in the air. Vertical suplex - BAM! Cross goes down!

Taylor: NO! NO! NO! Jitterman just took down Cross! He wasn't strong enough!
Romano: Let's not forget just who Jitterman is. He's not human. He's not your normal wrestler. You can't treat him like one. Cross Recoba will need something better if he hopes to walk out of here as the winner. The hard part is that we just don't know the ceiling of Jitterman's true power.

Cross Recoba's head is a mess. He’s possibly concussed, he's trying to find out which way is up, which is down, and how gravity works. He doesn't know where he is. He reaches around, trying to find a way up, but he finds that with the help of Jitterman, who has his arms around his NECK. Could it be? Say it ain't so! It's the Tazzmission submission hold that Jitterman calls Closing The Gates! Not only is it in, but it's in all the way, and instantly Cross Recoba is searching through every available means how to get out! The fans are getting loud, but Cross hears them as being quiet. He absolutely KNOWS that if he doesn't get out - and soon - that he's about to go out for the count and unconscious! The crowd begins to chant: "CROSS! CROSS! CROSS!"

Taylor: Jitterman has Cross Recoba in a bad position, but Recoba has the crowd on his side!
Romano: That may be true, but at this point, unless the fans are planning on rushing to the ring to help out their blonde-haired buddy, Cross needs to dig down deep.

Cross Recoba sees stars, and not the kind of stars that he finds reflecting from the mirror. No, he sees the kind of stars that come from the hellish man known as The Jitterman striking him with the force of freight trains. He tries struggling. He tries to move left and right, up and down, but his opponent just doesn't let go! Jitterman flexes his muscles and puts on an extra edge of torque, which makes Cross Recoba start turning shades of blue and purple. Cross Recoba starts going limp and the senior referee, Gabe Valentine, grabs the fallen hand. He raises it high and let’s go.


...One!


Gabe signals to the timekeeper along with a momentous "One!" call from him. He grabs his hand for a second time.


...Two!


The crowd counts two with an err of dread. Just one more and Cross Recoba will have lost the match. This is when, perhaps for the first time in the match, the creepy and cryptic man lets out some emotion. In fact, it's a bent and twisted smile. It's deranged and enough to make some more of the queasy and squeamish members of the crowd want to puke. Alas, the referee must do his job despite his personal nausea. He lifts the arm of Cross Recoba for the third time, and he lets go.

Taylor: This could be it!
Romano: Jitterman has this won!


...THREE!


...NO! Cross was able to get it up before it dropped fully! He uses the velocity to start to twist his body and throw an elbow into the body of Jitterman. He's creating that opening and beginning to make use of it. The pain isn't enough to cause Jitterman to let go, but it is enough for his battle-withered body to start to get annoyed. He pulls down a hand and chops onto the shoulder of Cross. It hits his bone entirely! He falls down to his knees but is adamant on ensuring that he gets to his feet. After all, Cross Recoba would rather die on his feet rather than live on his knees. Jitterman sees this as an act of defiance and is going to show Cross Recoba just what happens to those who disobey.

Taylor: He's just pissing Jitterman off!
Romano: That look on his face. You can tell that he's here to cause some major damage.

He's going to pass out, and he will be in pain the entire time. Jitterman goes for a second and even more powerful chop! But wait! Cross Recoba catches the arm and hugs it. He then uses the forward momentum to flip him over his shoulder! That doesn't work! Jitterman is too strong! He pushes back, but little does he know, that's exactly what Cross Recoba wanted from him! He bends down to give him the jumping power that he wants and with PERFECT timing, Cross Recoba jumps up. He takes Jitterman down with a Sit-Out Shirumai - the signature move that he calls The Sicilian Typewriter! Jitterman takes every bit of that! Cross Recoba holds the position onto Jitterman for a pin count. Senior Referee Gabe Valentine slides in for the pin count.


...One!


...Two!


...THREE!

The bell rings! Cross' hair is over is face and his eyes are big. He's breathing heavily as Jessie Love takes the microphone and looks down at him.

Jessie Love: Here is your winner of this match: CROSS RECOBA!

Taylor: A come from behind victory from Cross Recoba as he picks up the win from tonight!
Romano: If Jitterman ever faces him again, you can believe that there's going to be hell to pay. But for tonight, Cross should enjoy his win.

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Cross Recoba begins to start heading to the back with his fist in the air as the cameras return to Romano and Taylor.

Taylor: What a fantastic show. We saw wins for Aiden Merric, Erin Gordon, Quagliaterre, Xiaolong, and lastly, Cross Recoba.
Romano: Not to mention the Around the Clock title is in the reluctant hands of a manager now.
Taylor: But things are just getting started because in eight days, we have five matches for the AWF faithful to keep track of as XHF Supremacy kicks off on January 31st!



Romano: We spoke about these matches earlier. Obviously we have Adam Sanders and Adrien Cochrane facing FWA’s Graham Brothers, Cross Recoba versus Hayden Callahan from FIRESIDE and then we have our title matches with Betsy Granger defending her Phoenix Championship against former champ Rob Garcia and long-time AWF wrestler Kira Izumi.
Taylor: Not to mention the two rematches from A Very AWF Christmas, Subject #42 and Neo James Carner in a cage with the United States title on the line. And then everyone in AWF will be at ringside as Keith Williams and Bloodied Fox face off one more time in a lumberjack match.
Romano: We also got word of two matches coming up in two weeks at Prestige 65 as Carlos Ruiz makes his triumphant return to AWF to take on Brendon Phoenix and Angel Griffin.
Taylor: And that show will be headlined by Aiden Merric versus Adam Sanders, which should be a tough match for both competitors.
Either way, we thank you all for joining us and we will see you guys at Supremacy! I’m Tommy Taylor, this is Cassius Romano, you have a wonderful night!

[Adrien]

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