..::THE XHF NETWORK PRESENTS: BATTLE FOR HEGEMONY [LIVE]::..
Jan 17, 2021 0:03:17 GMT -5
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THE XHF NETWORK PROUDLY PRESENTS: BATTLE FOR HEGEMONY
Date: January 17th, 2021
Seawolf Sports Complex, Anchorage, Alaska, USA
Capacity: 800
Attendance: 250 (Masks Required)
Lights swirl and the beat kicks in as "(You Gotta) Fight For Your Right (To Party)" by Beastie Boys, the official song for Battle of Hegemony, belts out from the PA! The fans, far and few between, cheer as they are hyped! We're on the Road to Supremacy and everyone is excited for the action! We swing to the commentary desk, where a less-than-pleased, masked Hawke sits six feet from Randy Angel! Who isn't masked... and has a bottle of booze half downed already.
Hawke: Could you just please keep the mask on? We're gonna be liv-
He sees the camera and beams.
Hawke: WELCOME TO BATTLE FOR HEGEMONY! We're here live in beautiful yet freezing Anchorage Alaska! Welcome to the first global show of 2021! I'm Hawke, and joining me is my new broadcast partner, Randy Angel!
Angel: Wooo! Battle for Hegemony! We're gonna see some awesome wrestling tonight! Can't wait for my lil bro Nelly to win the match, he's got this in the bag!
Hawke: Uh, Nelly's not even on the card tonight. Hell, he might not even show on the Supremacy show.
Angel: Nonsense, Nelly's gonna win the C*Crown and we'll be Dos Crowned Angeles! Yeah!
Hawke: Nope. Congo won't be here tonight, and will not defend the C*Crown against... the younger Angel brother. Anyways, tonight we have some huge qualifying matches! Three lucky men will get to challenge Dylan Black for the X*Crown in the main event of Supremacy! Nine men will enter, but only three will be victorious to make an attempt to stop the unbelievable tear Dylan's been making across the XHF!
Angel: Go Nelly!
Hawke: Sure, go Nelly.
(The locker room is bustling with activity. There are far more stars backstage than were announced for the show, suggesting some truly spectacular dark matches, or a lot of Supremacy contract signings. One XHF fan is overwhelmed by how many of his heroes are playing cards around benches, and wishes he had remembered to bring his autograph book. The Puerto Rican teenager takes a long drag on a cigarette, before turning to the man next to him.)
Pepe Morales: Look at zese marks. Ever get ze feeling you and me are ze only guys on ze Network zat know what ze score is?
Copycat: I think so. Sometimes when I volunteer to clean up at baseball games, and someone scores a home run, people pump their fists in the air. Sometimes they're holding a small box of peanuts and maybe they drop the peanuts. So when all the dropped food is on the ground, that's when Copycat has a full belly!
Pepe Morales: *putting out his cigarette*: Exactly. Now to mix with ze sheep. *nodding at copycat* To be continued...
(Crossing the room to the first bench, the elderly Eastern European casts a shadow down on El Rey.)
Pepe Morales: A pleasure running into you here. I always say us Hispanic youths have to stick together. (offering a hand) Pepe Morales.
El Rey: I know who you are, and I don't want anything to do with you.
(That was cold. After a few awkward moments, Morales retracts his hand. Tough room.)
âZORAN, YOU SON OF A BITCH!â
(After that last handshake snub, The Hurricane Kid is hoping that voice leads to a Predator-esque macho hand vice.
...Nope, itâs a bloodthirsty Radu Matei, and Deathless is staring right at him.)
Radu Matei: STILL ALIVE, HUH? LET ME FIX THAT FOR YOU-
Pepe Morales: You must have me confused with-
(The man who might be Zoran Sainovic starts back stepping, as the SWAT Ace looks ready to rack up some homicide charges. With their annual operating budget missing, there is more than one Syndicate Wrestler that would murder Sainovic if they thought he was still alive. Fortunately for Zoran, the SWAT roster has spent the last six months unaware of his return. It is that anger that drives the global tag champion to wrap his hands around Moralesâ neck. Everyone else in the locker room are surprised that SWAT is unaware of the Networkâs worst kept secret.)
Lord Dominicus: SWAT... really needs to watch other XHF shows.
(Having said just enough legally to avoid lawsuits, Pepe Morales peppers Radu Mateiâs perpetually bruised ribs with punches to break the choke. The two men quickly start trading blows, going shot for shot in a wild brawl that tears lips, blackens eyes, and bloodies noses.)
Radu Matei (spitting blood): You thought you could escape, you monster?
Pepe Morales (coughing blood): You have dementia from all zose headshots â no one else sees a resemblance!
(As the brawl escalates, with Deathless trying to snap Morales neck, the boys separate the two. Of the dozen men involved in breaking it up â Al Jabroni can clearly be seen yanking Morales back with a waistlock; while El Rey and Big Bone hold onto a gore covered Sacrificial Idol. Entering the action, Anthony Caffrey tries to reason with his livid tag team partner.)
Radu Matei *spitting mad*: Heâs got to pay!
Anthony Caffrey: Heâs not worth it, Rad!
Pepe Morales: ARGH. Bastard broke my nose... (holds up the prop Tony Danza nose he uses as a disguise) zatâs okay, I have dozens of zem.
(Caffrey thinks about this for a second, then spins around with a devastating sucker punch on Pepe. As a winded Morales falls to the ground, Caffrey lays a few brutal kicks in. Not wanting to get restrained too, Caffrey leaves a groaning Morales to return to his partner.)
Anthony Caffrey: Okay, it was kind of worth it.
(Pepe Morales uses Al Jabroni to slowly drag himself back up, while acting like Jabroni is the only thing keeping him from starting the fight back up. Realistically, Morales probably doesnât want to go another round with the Purple Emperors.)
Pepe Morales (holding his nose so it doesnât bleed on his shirt): I can prove Iâm not Sunovuch...
(Death Trap enters the blood-covered locker room, just as Pepe Morales points a finger at him.)
Pepe Morales: Itâs Zoran Sainovicâs son! HIS FLESH AND BLOOD! Run a paternity test on Death Trap, zen use it on me â when our DNA doesnât match, zat will prove without a shadow of a doubt, zat I am not Zoran Sainovic!
(Death Trap looks confused but then realization hits. His jovial smile turns into a ferocious malicious grin. He slowly saunters up to Pepe and holds out his hand.)
Death Trap: AH yes, Pepe is it? Man what did you do to make these guys hate you so? And why would be bring up dear old deadbeat dead daddy?
Pepe Morales: I knew you would zee reason!
Death Trap: Oh ... I see lots of things ... *he chuckles ...* Like hey did you know ...
(DT pulls him in and hits a vicious headbutt and then shoves him away and hits a roundhouse to the side of the head sending Pepe sprawling.)
Death Trap: That the hokey crap is getting as old as you ...
(The Main Attraction is a Muay Thai specialist, who has less fused ankles than Deathless. Realizing that Trap can and will sever Moralesâ spine, and not wanting to spend the next week in Anchorage for an inquest â a good twenty members of the locker room get between a steaming Death Trap and the pseudo Puerto Rican youth. There are still another ten on Matei. This is a big locker room. Both groups are actively struggling to hold back their vengeful marks.)
Pepe Morales (spitting blood with each word): Youâre lucky Al is here, holding me back! If not for zis brave man, Iâd be fucking yâall up!
(Jabroni is holding Morales tight in a full nelson, but The Hurricane Kidâs mouth might still get him hurt. As Morales continues to talk smack, a familiar face walks by.)
Pepe Morales: Zat includes you too, Fo-
(As Morales eyeline follows Bloody Fox past the general chaos, his eyes leave the former Prestige champion to focus instead on the butterfly knife that is now sticking out of his back.)
Pepe Morales: Goddamn Fox.
(Noticing the blade, Al Jabroni lets go of Morales who staggers forwards. Without giving it a second look or thought, Bloody Fox crosses the many bodies to exit the scene of the crime, pleased that payback has finally been delivered.)
Pepe Morales: Someone get me a medic... unlike Sanders, Iâm not going to let a little stabbing affect my mat-
(The Hurricane Kid collapses forwards, passing out. The knife is still sticking out of his back.)
Bonnie Jenkins: The following triple-threat contest is scheduled for ONE FALL, with the winner advancing to the main event of Supremacy! Introducing first, from Toronto, Ontario Canada. Representing World Wrestling Xistence, "The Mastermind" TOOOOMMYYYYYYYY LIIIIPTOOOOOON!
Tommy Lipton walks down to the ring with a towel in one hand and a bottle of water in the other. He stops mid ramp, chugs the water then pours the rest over his face. He wipes his face with the towel and throws it into the stands for a few cheers. He gets into the ring, climbs a turnbuckle and raises his right arm high over head... He then sits and waits on the turnbuckle for the match to start.
Bonnie Jenkins: Next, hailing from Atlanta, Georgia. Representing Next Level Wrestling, ELLLLLLLLL REEEEEEEEEY!
The opening of the Big Seanâs âWolvesâ hits the pa system and El Rey strolls onto the stage wearing the mask he stole off of the head of El Combatiente. He looks around soaking up there surroundings before ripping the mask off of his head and revealing the half painted face. He strolls down the ramp ignoring the outstretched hands of the fans until he reaches the ring. At ringside he leaps up onto the apron and then over the ropes and spins around in the ring with his arms outstretched. He spins around a couple times and then moves to the corner waiting for the match to begin.
Bonnie Jenkins: And the final opponent, wrestling out of Wexford Town, County Wexford, Ireland. Representing Destiny Wrestling, "The King of Professional Wrestling" JAAASON LOOOOOOOOOOOONG!
"Hi, are you looking for the other side?
Feel like nothing ever seems quite right?
Are you circling the drain pipe, getting off on pain like
You're corrupted?
I need to know where your loyalties lie
Tell me, are you gonna bark or bite?
Do you really want to twist the knife
In the belly of the monster?"
Jason looks out to the crowd, keeping that smile on his face as he stands at the top of the ramp with his arms stretched out wide, soaking in all of the cheers that rain down onto him. Flames shoot up each side of The King as raises his leg and slam his foot down to the metal floor, setting off the large explosion of pyrotechnics behind him and allowing the crowd to enjoy the view. Jason makes his way down the ramp, hitting the hands of every fan that reach out to him, as he looks into the ring and sees his opponent- a smile growing on his face as he touches down at ringside and circles around the ring, sliding across the ring apron on his right knee before turning his body and looking out to the crowd. Jason stands up on the ring apron, leaning back against the ropes and keeping his right arm along the top rope as he points out to the crowd and hastily makes his way into the ring and into the closest corner to him where he leaps onto the second rope.
"Kingslayer
Destroying castles in the sky
Kingslayer
Forevermore the apple of my eye
I'd sacrifice my life to find you
Angel of the flame
Kingslayer
Come and collect us from the night"
Jason places his left foot on the top rope as he stretches his arms out once again, letting out a loud "YEAH!" to the crowd as he brings his arms down and slips out of his black leather jacket, throwing it down to the ringside crew and climbing up to the top rope before doing a backflip down to the mat where he nails the perfect landing. Jason turns to face his opponent and then backs himself into the corner, waiting for the bell to ring.
TRIPLE THREAT NORMAL MATCH
Jason Long, FKA Maverick(DW) vs El Rey(NLW) vs Tommy Lipton(WWX)
The bell rings, and the three men circle one another. Jason takes a swipe at Lipton, who blocks it and takes a swing of his own at the King of Pro Wrasslin'. El Rey simply ignores all of this and rolls to the outside of the ring, not caring for what could come from the exchange, beneficial or not. Long grabs Lipton in a head lock, who pushes him back against the ropes. Lipton sends him across the ring, and Jason goes clear through the ropes as he nails a suicide dive on El Rey! The crowd cheer!
Hawke: These three are bringing the heat tonight! All of them aim to be the next megastar in the XHF but they gotta tear through each other and then Dylan Black to get in that spot!
Angel: It won't take much to take Dylan down! Just tear off his robot hands and he'll be out quick!
Hawke: You've been studying up on the champ?
Angel: I watched Night of Champions to get to know a bit about him.
El Rey gets tossed back in the ring, as Tommy drops an elbow on the cocky teen. Jason rolls after him, locking in a headlock as Tommy works on El Rey, driving his knees into the ribs. Rey tries to squirm away, he kicks at Lipton, drives his head into FKA Mav's chin. With Jason letting go, he spins with a roundhouse to Lipton. He catches the foot! But El Rey's other leg is swinging around, he drops Tommy with a second kick to the head! Lipton drops, and Rey runs the ropes, going to hit Jason with a hurricanrana. But he catches Rey and plants him dead center in the ring with a powerbomb!
Angel: Boom!
Hawke: Rey, young as he is knows how to bring the fight. Unfortunately, he's not as polished in the ring as a guy like Jason.
Lipton is clamoring to his feet as the former X*Crown Champion stands face to face with the WWX Hall of Famer. They begin to go back and forth, trading some sick shots until Jason gets the upper hand. He uppercuts Lipton to the ground, and then drags him to a corner. He climbs to the second rope, and delivers a (probably super ineffective - the guy weighs <200 pounds) bansai drop!
Angel: He just tea bagged the head of Lipton! Hahaha!
Hawke: Why were you hired as King's replacement again?
Jason stands and gets splashed from behind! El Rey with some lightning fast strikes to the more experienced Maverick as Jason crumples. El Rey lifts him up, holding him by the neck and monologuing. Making fun of Long's history of injuries, his rubber neck syndrome and whatnot. Lipton charges for a lariat, and Rey tosses Mav into the crossfire. Lipton drops him, and spins around to eat a springboard moonsault from the trainee of Scorpion! That ain't all, as El Rey is quick to climb to the top rope, to a mix of dismay and excitement, and jumps from the top! 450 SPLASH ON LIPTON! Jaosn is across the ring, using the corner to make it to his feet and Rey runs for a stinger splash!
Hawke: Rey is all business tonight! Seems his training and patience with Scorpion is paying off!
Angel: You know what else would pay off for that young hotshot?
Hawke: Admittedly, I'm a little nervous to inquire.
Angel: Getting a sponsorship with Super Sake! The only sake insane enough for Dos Angeles' and Off The Wagon's breakout star, Randy Angel!
Randy pulls out a mason jar of Super Sake with the label blurred out, and takes a swig. Hawke sighs.
Hawke: Why me?
Back in the ring, El Rey is working Lipton with a headlock, his bicep firmly under the WWX Champion's chin as Jason begins to rise. Rey barks some orders to the King, and he begins to lay into Lipton with some YES! kicks. Rey rolls off Lipton and Jason lifts him up... THRONEBREAKER! LIPTON IS DROPPED ON HIS HEAD, BUT THAT AIN'T ALL SHE WROTE AS EL REY IS ON THE TOP ROPE! MAV LIFTS HIM UP TO THE TOP ROPE AND REY HOLDS ONTO HIM TIGHTLY... SOCIETY KILLER! STYLES CLASH OFF THE TOP ROPE!
Angel: Wow!
Jason poses for the crowd, not noticing as Rey has rolled Lipton over and is making a pin!
ONE...
Hawke: Mav, turn around! You're about to lose your shot!
As the hand slapped down the first time, Long turns around, a look of confusion on his face.
TWO...
Angel: El Rey's about to steal the match!
That expression of confusion turns into panic, as Jason spins around and makes a desperate dive!
TH-BROKEN UP BY THE KING!
Hawke: That was close! Jason almost set Rey up to win!
Angel: I've seen matches come close, but I've never seen blatant ignorance by someone like that! Hit their finisher then ignore the third man.
Jason kicks Lipton out of the ring and then he turns to El Rey! The two next-gen stars are nose-to-nose as the crowd waits with baited breath, to see what comes next! A strike from Jason! Returned to sender by Rey! Back and forth these two go, the crowd eating it up! Playing along! Woo! Boo! Boooo, Rey has the upper hand! He shshaoves Jason into the ropes and they both eat bicycle knee strikes upon the rebounds! They both fall back, shaking some cobwebs. Jason is up first, and tries to punt Rey. But Rey is quicker, and he catches the leg and rolls him over for an ankle lock!
Hawke: I didn't expect Rey to be so knowledgeable in technical wrestling! I'm impressed!
Angel: Pah! I could do better drunk!
Hawke: Aren't you always drunk?
Angel: ... touché, funnyman.
Rey twists Jason's leg, perhaps he's gotten a lesson from the XHF Tag Team Champion Anthony Caffrey. He holds on tight, but the will of the King is strong, and the King's will decrees he will get out of this hold! Mav reaches out, and HE GRABS THE ROPES! REY LETS GO, surprisingly, and Jason swiftly kicks him in the leg! Stumbled! Jason steps back... ICONKICK! LEGENDARY MOVE ASSOCIATED WITH THE ICONS! BOTH MEN FALL TO THE MAT, JASON HAS THE ROPES TO STEADY HIMSELF!
Hawke: It's down to the wire! Jason and Rey desire a win here and will do whatever it takes to walk away victorious here!
Angel: It's way too close to call Hawke! How do you know who's gonna win?
Hawke: I just guess before the show and hope I'm right. OH MAN, CHECK OUT THE RING!
Angel: JASON HAS SCOOPED REY ON HIS SHOULDERS, WHAT'S HE GONNA DO HERE?
EL REY IS LIFTED UP! JASON IS GOING FOR THE DEUS EX MACHINA, THAT ELECTRIC CHAIR PILEDRIVER COMMONLY ASSOCIATED WITH DYLAN BLACK! HE HOOKS REY'S HEAD BUT REY SQUIRMS! HE PUSHES HIMSELF OFF! JASON COLLAPSES TO A KNEE, THAT ANKLE LOCK DID A NUMBER ON HIM! REY PUTS HIM IN POSITION, HE LIFTS HIM UP AND ADJUSTS HIS LEGS. SOCIIIIIIETY KILLERRRR! NO! REY FLIPS MAV OVER AND MAKES A PIN!
ONE...
TWO...
THREE!!!
"Wolves" by Big Sean plays and the crowd boos. They're angry about this, dammit! Not like Jay was robbed. We cut to Bonnie for the call.
Bonnie Jenkins: The winner of this match, and advancing to the main event of Supremacy. ELLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL REYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!
Hawke: Fair play to El Rey. He called out all the weak points of Jason and Tommy especially, and proved he could hang with some of the biggest of fish in our sea.
Angel: Such a flashy win! I bet I could move like that!
Hawke: Let's not test that when you're not scheduled to compete. Stay tuned, folks, because the action has only just begun!
Bonnie Jenkins: The following triple-threat contest is scheduled for ONE FALL, with the winner advancing to the main event of Supremacy! Introducing first, from Calgary, Alberta Canada. Representing Master Class Championship Wrestling, KUUUUUUUUUUUMAAAAA!
KUMA marches down to the ring as "Shook Ones" belts out. A few choice quotes from Aleister Mayfield play over the instrumental as he rolls into the ring and awaits his prey.
Bonnie Jenkins: Next, hailing from Cologne, Germany. Representing Syndicate Wrestling and Tradition, ARMAAAAAAAND VON KRAUSS!
âCircus Apocalypseâ by Vermillion Lies begins playing as Armand von Krauss walks out from the back. He looks around at the crowd with an arrogant smirk before lighting up an Egyptian cigarette. He walks down to the ring while smoking his cigarette, soaking in the boos from the crowd. Once he gets down to the ring, he flicks the cigarette butt into the sparse crowd. He steps through the ropes and leans in his corner.
Bonnie Jenkins: And the final opponent-
Suddenly, a mystery man steps up and takes the mic from Bonnie. Shocked, she steps back as he takes center stage.
Greg, the Assistant: (deep ring announcer voice) Ladies and Gentlemen, coming from the Seawolf Sports Complex in beautiful Anchorage, Alaska this is The Battle Of Hegemony. Regardless of it's placement on the card, this is your Main Event of the Evening!
The Anchorage fans roar!
Greg, the Assistant: It is scheduled for one fall with a 60 minute time limit. Your referee is a selfish lover who never asks her about her day.
The referee says âWho told you that? Huh? No, who told him that?â as Bonnie Jenkins holds him back. Greg ignores him.
Greg, the Assistant: Introducing first, Jonnie Valentine's personal poet, Lanny Poffo!
Lanny Poffo gets a loud pop as he reads from an index card taped to the back of a frisbee.
Lanny Poffo: Here in the wintery mountains
we wait with baited breath
Inside the action is white hot
Outside, you'll freeze to death
From Calgary, Alberta, Canada
Kuma's got talent to bring
Sadly no one knows him
So he can't eat in catering
Armand Von Krauss' domestic problems
are spilling out into public life
So he has to keep an eye
On both his opponents and his wife
But Jonnie's not here to judge
He's got bigger fish to catch
Heâs not just the best man here
Heâs the best man in this match!
Lanny Poffo throws the frisbee into the crowd. Then âMMMBopâ by Hanson plays and the crowd leaps to their feet. âThe Alaskan Nightmareâ Jonnie Valentine steps out through the curtain jogging in place. He takes a deep breath and then runs down the aisle slapping hands of the fans who crane over the railing to touch him. He does a full 360 around the ringside area, slapping all the hands and giving the fans Eskimo kisses.
Greg, The Assistant: Coming down to the ring, he is Palm Springsâ Favorite Son; He stands 5 feet 10 inches tall; He weighs 234 pounds, He is a former SWAT World Heavyweight Champion; Heâs responsible for more Oâs than an Irish phone book, He is Devastatingly Handsome; He is Pretty Over; He is The Only Wrestler Your Aunt Can Name...He is "THE ALASKAN NIGHTMARE" JONNIE VALENTINE!!!
Ear splitting pop as Jonnie does the double guns to the fans as they cheer.
TRIPLE THREAT NORMAL MATCH
Armand von Krauss(SWAT) vs Jonnie Valentine(FIRESIDE) vs KUMA(MCCW)
The bell rings, and we're off! It's the second match of the night and the fans are buzzing after that wicked fast opener! They're ready for the next contender to the X*Crown and we kick things off with Armand trying to talk some sense into the Alaskan Nightmare, maybe strike a team against KUMA. Jonnie nods, an alliance between the two SWAT alumni is at hand! Jonnie advances, locking up KUMA in a headlock, and Armand kicks KUMA's leg out, deterring that base immediately! Jonnie uses this to lift KUMA up and toss him across the ring!
Hawke: The strength by Jonnie Valentine! FIRESIDE knew what they were doing by sending a beast like him!
Angel: Or rather a nightmare! <forced laugh track>
Jonnie lifts KUMA over his shoulder, dropping him down with a fireman's carry drop! He raises his arm and roars like a lion! The crowd is eating it up! Armand claps for Jonnie and puts his hands on his shoulders, rubbing them and shaking him, hyping him up. Jonnie doesn't know who that is, and spins around and decks him with a forearm! von Krauss tumbles to the mat as Jonnie begins to put the work in on the current leader of the KGB. He drops a knee on Armand and sits him up for a head crank! Armand flails his arms, trying to break free! He kicks himself backwards and headbutts Jonnie in the jaw! They fall backwards and into a pinning position! Armand could have Jonnie here!
ONE...
TWO...
ARMAND IS LIFTED OFF JONNIE BY KUMA, AND POWERBOMBED RIGHT BACK ON HIM!
Hawke: I didn't really think of it at first, but Armand has a tough match here. Jonnie and KUMA are both powerhouses who can easily manhandle him!
Angel: The slippery snake catches the toughest rat!
KUMA again lifts Armand, this time around the neck, and dangles him above the ground in a dangerous sleeper! Jonnie takes his sweet time getting up, as Armand's arms flail. Slowly but surely, he begins to fade, as his arms drop and he goes limp. The referee comes over, lifts an arm, and it drops. He lifts it again, falls for the second time! KUMA could win here! The ref goes to lift Armand's arm for a third time, and Jonnie delivers a dropkick to KUMA's knee! The entire group crumbles and falls as Armand gets released, and thus cannot be submitted.
Hawke: von Krauss is in a dangerous spot. He's not a real wrestler! He's a legitimate businessman!
Angel: Not unlike one Zoran Sainovic, no?
Hawke: Exactly like that bastard Zoran!
Angel: And what happened when Mr. Sainovic challenged Maverick a year ago for the X*Crown?
Hawke: ...
Jonnie lifts KUMA up, and the pair trade some big strikes! KUMA backs Jonnie into a corner, delivering some strong blows to the Alaskan Nightmare. He runs across the ring, going out of his way to stomp on Armand. He comes back and drives his shoulder deep into Jonnie's gut! Jonnie bends over, perfect position for a powerbomb. But KUMA sends him up and over! He flops besides Armand! KUMA shoves Armand away and makes a pin on Jonnie.
ONE...
TWO...
ARMAND MAKES THE SAVE!
Angel: Armand may have been super out of it, but that awareness is going to save him for the time being!
Hawke: Just a split second later and we could have instead been congratulating the winner of the match!
KUMA is upset, he drives a fist right into the face of the rising Armand. He turns back to Jonnie, deadlifting him up for a bridging german suplex! We get a one-and-a-half before Jonnie kicks out with some authority, albeit looking like the amount of screws he has loose has doubled. KUMA is getting frustrated, he begins to stomp on Jonnie. But Armand is back up and he chops KUMA's leg out from under him. He hits the ropes and delivers a running heart punch to KUMA. Armand locks in a headlock, trying his own choking out KUMA! KUMA is strong though, and he gets up on his knees, only for Jonnie to dropkick him in the head! Armand lets go as KUMA crumples, and grabs Jonnie's arm. He tries to twist it around for a wristlock, but Jonnie pulls him in and checks him into the ground. He looks around wildly, and runs the ropes, dropping a leg on Armand!
Angel: JONNIEMANIA IS RUNNING WILD, BROTHER! WOOOO!
Hawke: How much have you drank tonight?
Angel: Only.... a fewwww.....
Jonnie is flexing for the crowd, and KUMA spins him around. He irish whips Jonnie and plants him with a powerslam! It shakes the ring and KUMA roars with kingly authority! Jonnie is rolled over and THE COBRA CLUTCH IS LOCKED IN! Jonnie cries out in pain as KUMA rears him back with authority. KUMA yells for the Alaskan Nightmare to tap out!
Hawke: We could very well see the end right here!
Angel: Are you kidding? Jonnie's too strong to give up here, now! Even if he could give up, there's the third element you're forgetting!
Armand grabs KUMA by the chin and yanks him backwards! Jonnie yelps as he's dropped. Armand grabs KUMA by the head, lifting him for a big ol' lungblower! He tosses KUMA to the corner, and delivers a blitzkrieg of punches to him! KUMA bends over, coughing, while Armand stands around, soaking in the available hate.
Jonnie charges for a clothesline but Armand steps out of the way, letting him nail KUMA! Jonnie spins around, to get his hands on Krauss but Krauss is quick to hide behind the ref! The ref is the only thing saving Armand from a beating from the Credible Hulk. He's quick to get out of the way but misses a low kick from Armand!
Angel: Right in Jonnie's Valentines!
Hawke: What a dirty, despicable man!
With Jonnie incapacitated, KUMA is next in line for some KGB punishment. He slaps an octopus stretch on KUMA to wear him down, but KUMA knows just where the ropes are, and knows how to get Armand off of him. His hand reaches the ropes, and he grabs it! Armand doesn't wanna let go! The ref counts him, one two three four! Armand lets go, but not without a quick kick to KUMA's ribs!
Hawke: Armand may not be the dirtiest player in the game, but damn does he come close! Stretching the rules just like he stretched KUMA!
Armand stomps on Jonnie as the ref checks on KUMA, to keep him down for good. Armand gets a chinlock on KUMA, using those long evil fingers to drive a thumb in his eyes! KUMA smacks his head back, to incapacitate Armand. He stumbles back, into the ropes and bounces back for a clothesline that turns KUMA inside out!
Angel: Boo! Armand ain't a good man! He's a cheat!
Hawke: Remember Randy, it doesn't pay to cheat.
Angel: His comeuppance better come!
As the two other men start to rise, Armand climbs the ropes, taunting the small crowd to get boos. He turns around, and KUMA jumps up! He grabs Armand, driving his fist into his gut a few times. He tries to superplex Armand off the top, but Armand hooks his leg. Armand in turn tries to superplex KUMA into the crowd, but KUMA hooks his foot under the rope. Neither notice Jonnie, who's gotten back up and runs over to their corner. He wiggles under KUMA, and grabs him, pulling him from the corner as KUMA tries to superplex Armand again!
BOOM!
THE TOWER OF DOOM CRASHES DOWN! ARMAND IS OUT LIKE A LIGHT, AND KUMA ROLLS OUTSIDE.
JONNIE SCRATCHES, CLAWS, INCHES AND FEET TOWARDS ARMAND. HE HOOKS A LEG. THIS IS IT.
ONE...
TWO...
THREE-SAVE AT THE LAST POSSIBLE SECOND BY KUMA!
Angel: Too close, too close!
Hawke: KUMA really wants this win, and no amount of ANYTHING will stop him from winning!
KUMA drags himself to his feet, struggling as he lifts Jonnie with him. He puts him under, locks the double underhook, and BANG! DOUBLE UNDERHOOK POWERBOMB! As he stumbles for a pin, Armand chop blocks him! No! He's taking the pin on Jonnie right from under KUMA's nose.
ONE...
TWO...
THREE!
The bell rings, and Circus Apocalypse plays! Armand rolls off the Alaskan Nightmare as his music plays! He woozily climbs the ropes he was just by, as Bonnie makes the call.
Bonnie Jenkins: The winner of this match, and advancing to the main event of Supremacy. ARMAAAAAAAAND VON KRAAAAAAUSS!!!
Angel: Goddammit, no! That slimy scumbag!
Hawke: SWAT's representative has made it to the main event of Supremacy! Armand has a chance to bring the elusive X*Crown home to those bastards in the KGB!
Angel: It was a lucky win! Jonnie could have easily stopped this if he was a little more aware.
Hawke: That he could have. But he didn't, and thus history could be made in two weeks.
We focus on Armand's celebration, where he's now joined by Hehehe, Hahaha, and his wife, who all are happy in the shower of boos before we fade to commercial.
Hawke: Here's the X*Crown Champion himself! Dylan Black is at Battle for Hegemony!
Angel: Booooo!
"Blood, Tears, Dust" by Lacuna Coil hits the sound system, and there is an eruption of boos. He stands atop the stage, slowly raising his hands to taunt the crowd. A flash of light illuminates the stage as the rest of the arena is cast in darkness. Almost as if the very gods themselves are announcing his arrival. He makes his way down the ring, sliding in and getting a mic.
Dylan Black: Anchorage! How are we doing tonight? We enjoying the show?
The crowd erupts. Cheers for the men who've shared this ring tonight and those who've yet to come. Dylan shakes his head.
Dylan Black: I don't like doing this. I don't want to take the eyes off of those coming for me tonight, but there's one person who doesn't want to fight for the right. He doesn't want to keep you guys on the edge of your seats and he doesn't care what you guys think!
Boos for this mystery person.
Dylan Black: I've been waiting a whole week to do this shit, and the day has come. Sorry gents, but I have to steal the show from all of you, and set a bar. Steve Awesome, you get the hell out here right now!
Angel: Woah! He's calling out the NCW World Champion!
Hawke: Wait, you did some research prior to the show?
Angel: No, I've been using Google to learn new things! Yay, learning!
All the lights in the arena die out and the fans in attendance start chanting his name.
The chorus to Full of Regret by Danko Jones rips through the speakers. Steve Awesome comes strutting onto the ramp with the nCw World Championship hanging on his shoulder.
Hawke: You May not like Steve or the way he acquired that championship but you canât deny he has it and he plans on using it tonight.
Angel: Well according to google and the internet there have been some vocal people from ncwâs past saying they donât want Steve to cash in their championship.
Hawke: Why wouldnât they not want to be part of such illustrious history in the XCrown?
Angel: Iâm not sure. I guess they like the history they already have? I guess maybe they want to stand alone and not be just another statistic in a record book? I donât know, thatâs what google says.
The music starts to fade. Steve stops mid way on the ramp and snatches a microphone from a crew member who was simply handing it to him anyway. He walks down the ramp as he speaks.
Steve Awesome: I just want to start off by saying; To all the people out there who are pissed off because of what Iâm about to do, to the haters who are mad because I jumped ahead of your-
He turns and does an air quote with his finger at an old lady in the crowd who tries to swipe at him but she canât reach.
Steve Awesome: âPrecious Lineâ
He scoffs at the idea of it and rolls his eyes behind his aviator sunglasses.
Steve Awesome: First off,
He does a crotch chop at the camera.
Steve Awesome: Suck it.
He walks over and up the ring steps but pauses on the apron.
Steve Awesome: Second off, let me smarten up all you maroons to some facts. In this tournament tonight, there are nine idiots, all looking for a shot at the champion. But letâs face it, there are going to be six losers that are going home without so much as stepping foot in the ring with the champion. But me?, with this babyâŠ.â
He pats the nCw world Championship.
Steve Awesome: Iâm stepping foot in the ring with the champ, tonight!â
He arrogantly stomps into the ring and poses in front of the hard camera completely blocking Dylan Black.
Steve Awesome: Heh. Iâll take my way any day, you losers can have fun in line.
Steve turns to face Dylan Black and you get both men face to face with their titles over their shoulders.
Steve Awesome: As for you, champ, Iâll give you one chance to hand that X*Crown Championship âŠ.and one of those bitchin metal arms to me and walk out of this ring before I embarrass you in front of all these dumb Alaska fans.
The crowd boos. The X*Crown champ stands unamused and ready to fight.
Steve Awesome: Suit yourself. Letâs do this!
The crowd cheers.
Hawke: Finally, after what seemed like forever, we are going to have an X*Crown Championship match!
Angel: Well Wait a minute now, The ncw champ Steve Awesome looks a little hesitant to give up his belt here.
Steve still hasnât handed the title to the referee as Dylan starts to become annoyed.
Dylan Black: Are we doing this or what?
Steve Awesome: HOLD ON A MINUTE!
Steve hugs the belt to his chest like a child squeezing its teddy.
Steve Awesome: There is sentimental value here. Me and this title have been through a lot over the years. I was married to it once.â
Steve gazes into the ncw world title belt one last time.
Steve Awesome: OkayâŠ.Iâm ready to-
All of a sudden a blonde blur comes rushing in out of nowhere and starts pummeling Steve Awesome!! The ncw title goes flying into the air and Steve goes down to the ground. He can barely even cover up from the flying fists coming from his attacker.
Hawke: HEY! Who the hell is that!?
Angel: I- I think thatâs RICKY JOHNSON!! The first grand slam champion in ncw history!
Hawke: You must still on google?
Angel: No way. Everyone should know Ricky Johnson! If you donât, go check him out in the XHF vault!
Hawke: Okay thatâs fine, but what is Ricky Johnson doing here!?
Angel: Iâm not sure but it looks like heâs stopping Steve Awesome from cashing in the ncw title. I still canât believe Ricky Johnson is Here!
Steve Awesome is totally dazed and confused from the blindside attack and Ricky just keeps punching him and dragging him out of the ring and up the ramp. Security gets involved and drags them both out of the arena! Dylan just stands there, confused and a little ticked off. He starts to exit the ring when some cheering is heard and the small crowd parts, making room for the cameras to catch a glimpse of Darlene Price! Dylan stares her down as she smiles and waves, plopping down next to a fan with some popcorn in her hand. It's not long before someone hits the ring, and Dylan turns to duck a clothesline from Big Bad Wolf! She bounces off the ropes and Dylan nails her with a swinging neckbreaker. Dylan goes to put in some work but Dar has made it ringside and pulls Big Bad Wolf out of the ring. She yells at Dylan, "Not here and not now!" Dylan stands on the closest corner, holding the X*Crown high as Dar holds B.B.W. back from trying to take another bite of Dylan.
Hawke: Dar and B.B.W. may not have gotten the best of Dylan tonight, but I'm sure that fire can only burn hotter with each passing day. Stick around folks, for we have a huge main event coming up!
Angel: Heh, "BBW."
Hawke: That's an acronym you imbecile. <sigh>
Bonnie Jenkins: The following triple-threat contest is scheduled for ONE FALL, and is your MAIN EVENT OF THE EVENING! The winner will advance to the main event of Supremacy! Introducing first, from New Hope, Minnesota. Representing Northern Pro Wrestling, "Timeless" ALEEEEX TUUUUURNER!
Orion - Eternity (Chillout Version) hits and Turner struts down the aisle, glaring at the crowd with contempt and disgust. Roxylishus stops to interact with one of the crowd, then wretches and turns away heading to the ring, she gets up on the apron and holds the ropes down for Turner.
Roxylishus grabs the mic and passes it to Turner.
Timeless: I got passion in my pants and i ain't afraid to show it.
Crowd: I'M, SEXY AND I KNOW IT!
Timeless: No (holding his hand up to block them) Your not! I (points to himself with his thumb) AM!
Timeless drops the mic and saunters smugly around the ring impressed with himself.
Angel: Is it even legal that Timeless has a metal hand
Hawke: I would assume so since itâs a part of his body. Dylan Black is like three-quarters metal and itâs ok.
Angel: I would think that Dylan would not be okay since he does all kinds of crap with his cybernetics.
Hawke: Yeah, but we report on the action and donât judge it.
Bonnie Jenkins: Next, hailing from Grand Rapids, Michigan. Representing Ascension Wrestling Federation, "Awkward" ADAAAAAAAM SAAAAAAANDEEEERS!
The drum fill followed by the opening guitar riff for the title track off the fourth studio album by Canadian punk band Sum 41 begins to blare on the Ascension PA system. The fans begin to cheer as the lights go dark and a single spotlight appears on the ramp.
One, two, three, four
The rest of the band joins the guitar as Adam Sanders emerges behind the curtain. The fans give the Awkward One loud cheers as the spotlight follows his trek towards the ring.
Well, I wonât be caught living in a dead end job
While praying to my government guns and gods
Now itâs us against them, weâre here to represent
And spit right in the face of the establishment!
Sanders walks up the stairs, walks down the apron a bit and puts both arms in the air. The fans continue to give loud cheers for the AWF competitor as he steps between the top and middle rope to enter the ring. He steps on the opposite turnbuckle, the chorus of the song becomes the backdrop for him to hop back into the ring.
Well because we're doing fine, and we don't need to be told
That we're doing fine, 'cause we won't give you control.
And we don't need anything from you,
'Cause we'll be just fine, and we won't be bought and sold, just like you
Angel: I think that this is the first time that Timeless has been in the ring with Adam Sanders.
Hawke: Yeah, since they normally run in different circles.
Angel: Iâm just supplying commentary, buddy.
Hawke: Right, and so am I.
Angel: Whereâs that waitress with another beer? Oh wait, I have a cooler full of stuff that would make Nathan Parker jealous.
Hawke: I donât think youâre supposed to be drinking while doing this.
Angel: (Popping open a beer and drinking from it) I didnât think they paid you to think. I mean âjudgeâ.
Bonnie Jenkins: And the final opponent, wrestling out of San Juan, Puerto Rico. He is the second-place prize holder in the EOD tournament, "Niño Huracån" PEPE MOOOOOOOOORALES!
With Time Slipping Away
I Can't Say What I'll Do...
You Got Nothing To Saaaaaaaaaaaay
'Til I Tell You Who's Whoooooooooooooo
You Know Why?
Shoving through the back curtains is everyone's favourite teenage hispanic babyface, who is actually an elderly Eastern European monster in sheep's clothing. The reaction for Zoran Sainovic is about what you'd expect, given how many people in attendance were glad he died. As the crowd pelts him with garbage, The Final Boss moves down the aisle in sync with the tunes. Beer splashes his Armani suit, but Sainovic doesn't care. He has money to burn. The swagger is very real.
Cos I'm The Big Bad Wolf
(What You Say)
I'm The Big Bad Wolf
(What You Say)
I'm The Big Bad Wolf
And I'm Blowing Down Your Neighbourhood
Entering the ring, Sainovic is immediately patted down by the referee, searching for an arsenal of weapons. Zoran takes this opportunity to plant weapons on the referee, while turning to the closest camera with a sadistic grin.
I SAID
AAAAAAAWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
Angel: Now Pepe is really Zoran, but weâre all supposed to pretend that heâs really Pepe?
Hawke: That would be correct.
Angel: Thatâs so much crap. Iâm just going to call him Zoran.
Hawke: That would be normal to do. Also, Zoran and Adam have faced each other in the ring during the End of Days tournament. Zoran stabbed Adam during that match.
Angel: He shouldnât take it personally. I hear that Zoran stabs everyone.
Hawke: This is true. Zoran is an equal opportunity stabber.
TRIPLE THREAT NORMAL MATCH
"Timeless" Alex Turner(NPW) vs Adam Sanders(AWF) vs Pepe Morales (totally legally not Zoran Sainovic) (EOD 2nd Place)
As the bell rings to start the match, Adam Sanders runs up to Zoran Sainovic and decks him in the mouth. This is just a prelude to a series of rights and lefts that send Zoran back into the corner. Adam pummels Zoran mercilessly, stopping only when he sees Zoranâs bloody grin.
Adam Sanders: Whatâs so funny?
Zoran merely motions with his chin to behind Adam, who turns around and is decked by Alexâs metal hand! The impact is enough to send Adam over the ropes to the concrete floor.
Timeless looks at Zoran with a smile, but doesnât attack. Zoran grins, blood trickling from his mouth.
Hawke: Why arenât they fighting? They should be fighting!
Angel: Alex was KGB in SWAT. Zoran was a KGB supporter in SWAT! Why would they fight while Adam still stands?
Hawke: Oh. Ooohh! This doesnât spell good things for Adam Sanders.
Adam Sanders gets up, but doesnât enter the ring. Instead, he grabs Alex by the legs and pulls him from the ring! He nails Timeless with a drop kick that sends Timeless back against the ring apron. Adam whips Timeless against the security railing where he falls into a seated position. Adam rolls back into the ring where Zoran tries to nail him with a gloved, brass knuckled right hand. Adam blocks the punch and follows with a staggering head but that sends the older man backwards a few steps.
Adam reaches out, grabs Zoran by the arm, and whips him into the ropes. He runs after the older man, hitting an arm drag on the rebound. Zoran bounces back to his feet, but Adam sends him for a drag again. Zoran gets up again, but this time Adam sends him to the mat with a lariat.
Hawke: Adam Sanders fighting back against impossible odds!
Angel: Two against one isnât exactly impossible. Besides, you donât know for certain that Timeless and Zoran are going to stay on the same side throughout the match.
Hawke: I suppose there is that. Both of them will want to be the winner of the match.
Angel: Right? There can be only one winner.
Zoran gets back up to his feet, but then drops down to his knees as Adam approaches to beg him off. Adam considers punching him in the head anyway, but doesnât do it right away. Zoran takes advantage of the pause to hit a low blow.
Angel: A punch straight into the dick! Ouch!
Hawke: With the weaponized gloves!
Zoran gets Adam up into a firemanâs carry when Timeless rolls into the ring and hits a drop kick to Adamâs head to send him back down to the mat. But he isnât done yet! Timeless nails Zoran with a drop kick, sending him to the mat as well.
Angel: Has the wedding already ended?
Hawke: I donât think that the alliance was that firm.
Timeless grabs Adam and puts him into an abdominal stretch while Zoran sits up and looks on with a bloody grin.
Timeless: Youâre nothing! Whoâs the man? Iâm the fucking man! Now give up!
The ref checks to see if Adam will surrender the match, but he does not give up. Zoran stands up and kicks Adam in the gut, breaking the hold and sending Adam to his knees.
Timeless grabs Adam by the shoulder, spinning him around, and applying a guillotine choke.
Angel: Is this really a good idea? Applying a submission move while Zoran is just standing there?
Hawke: It doesnât seem like a good idea.
Zoran kicks Alex in the head, breaking the hold before the ref can check to see if Adam will submit. Zoran seizes the rising Alex with a front face lock, quickly changing the move into a choke hold. Adam seizes Zoran from behind and hits a German suplex to break the choke hold. Timeless drops back to the corner before rolling out of the ring where Roxy checks on him while Timeless clutches at his throat.
Zoran gets back to his feet to be grabbed and whipped into the ropes. Adam catches him on the rebound for a picture perfect spine buster! He hooks a leg for the pinfall.
One
Tw-Zoran kicks out!
Adam kneels up and then gets to his feet where he meets a rising Zoran with a right hand. Zoran drops down to his knees and punches Adam in the right knee! This drops Adam to the mat. Zoran lunges onto him, applying a twisting stomach claw.
Angel: Interrogation â01 in process! Will Adam give up state secrets?
Hawke: I donât think that Zoran is really asking questions.
The ref checks to see if Adam will surrender, but he refuses. Alex rolls back into the ring with a grin as he sneaks up behind Zoran.
Zoran breaks the stomach claw and spins around with blade in hand to stab Alex, who quickly puts up his metal hand. Zoran stabs through the metal hand with a shower of sparks from the robotic hand.
Zoran rips the knife out of the metal hand and throws the knife from the ring before the ref notices it. Alex backs up, holding his wrist as the hand bleeds out sparks from the wound.
Adam gets to his feet, hitting a drop kick as Zoran turns around again. Adam runs to Alex and gets him up into the air in a suplex position. He drops Alex forward, bouncing him off of the ropes, and falls backward to finish the motion for the slingshot suplex.
Angel: Adam on the move!
Hawke: I see that Alex was the one stabbed tonight. The knife was thrown from the ring so we shouldnât see anymore trouble from it tonight.
Angel: You would hope so anyway.
Adam grabs Alex back to his feet and hits a gut wrench suplex before going for the pinfall. Zoran goes to the ref to point out the fact that Zoran is bleeding from the forehead (with a self inflicted wound). While the ref looks at the wound, Zoran grabs something off of the referee.
When the ref finally notices that Adam is going for the pinfall, he rushes over to count the fall.
One
T-Alex kicks out.
Zoran walks over as Adam kneels up and hits him in the side of the head with a roll of quarters! Adam goes down like a sack of potatoes with quarters scattering everywhere. Alex stands up and grabs at Zoran, bringing him down with a bulldog.
Zoran rolls out of the ring after impacting the mat so that Timeless can move onto the downed Adam. Alex reaches for Adam to get him to his feet, but his metal hand begins to twitch and spark from where Zoran had stabbed through it.
This is enough of a distraction for Adam Sanders to get up and nail a drop kick! Alex backs up to the ropes and rebounds into another drop kick! That sends him back into the ropes again. On this rebound, Adam hits Alex with a spine buster in the middle of the ring! Adam goes for the pinfall!
One
Two
Thre-Zoran Sainovic pulls Adam Sanders from the ring!
Angel: Oh man! Adam could have had this thing won, but for Zoran pulling him out of the ring. I think everytime that Zoran does something wicked, we should take a drink.
Hawke: First, I donât drink...at least while on the job. Second, we cannot, because we will die.
Zoran seizes Adam by the arm and pulls him in like he was going to do a bear hug. Adamâs eyes go wide as he feels the blade that Zoran had thrown from the ring earlier in the night take him just below the rib cage on the left side.
Angel: Zoran got his knife back? How is the ref not stopping this match?
Hawke: I guess, because he hasnât seen this in action?
Zoran keeps close to Adam, ripping the blade out of him, dropping it to the floor, and kicking it under the ring. Blood flows freely from the wound, splattering Zoran as he brings Adam in for a bear hug.Blood streams between the two to drop onto the floor. The ref comes over to yell at them to get into the ring when Zoran throws Adam head first into the ring railing. He rolls into the ring and stands up, the ref giving him a horrified look and checking to see if he can continue.
Pepe Morales(or maybe Zoran Sainovic): Iz alright. Iz not my blood.
Timeless stands up, narrowing his eyes in anger as his metal hand continues to spark and twitch. He forms it into a fist and comes at Zoran. He gets close enough to throw a punch when Zoran backs up and reaches into a pocket of his suit.
Zoran Sainovic: Pocket zand!
Zoran throws sand into Alexâs eyes, blinding him.
Angel: And another drink.
Hawke: Weâre not doing tha-
Angel: Too late, I am.
Zoran applies a cobra clutch (also known as a Juracan clutch) to the blinded Alex. The ref checks to see if he will submit, but the blind Alex takes a swing at him instead.
Angel: Will Alex submit?
Hawke: He probably should or else he might get stabbed.
Angel: The knife is under the ring now. Out of play.
Hawke: Like Adam Sanders is out of play?
Angel: What?
Zoran backs up a little bit with Alex, keeping on the pressure. He backs up straight into Adam Sanders in the ring. Zoran turns his head to look at the bleeding, and very angry, Adam Sanders. Zoran releases Alex and shoves him toward the ropes. Adam spins Zoran around, hitting a neck breaker!
Adam stands up quickly and begins furiously stomping on Zoran and kicking him in the rib cage. That is, at least, until Adam swoons, nearly falling over. Alex slams him in the side of the head with his metal hand. Zoran gets back up and whips Alex into the corner. He then jams two fingers into Adamâs wound while applying a claw move to the area. Adam goes pale with pain, nearly falling to the mat. Zoran throws him out of the ring and runs at Alex, hitting a tornado ddt!
Zoran slides out of the ring, grabs a steel chair, and climbs to the top rope. He throws the chair into the air, frog splashes it, and then both land on Timeless! Zoran throws the chair out of the ring and goes for the pinfall!
One
Two
Three!
Bonnie Jenkins: Winner of the match and going on to Supremacy for the X*Crown championshipâŠâNiño HuracĂĄn" Pepe Morales!
Angel: Every dirty trick in the book to win the match. Zoran moves on to Supremacy.
Hawke: What a disgusting display.
"Zoran" celebrates like any teenage-Puerto Rican-who's-actually-an-elderly-Eastern European would, by jumping for joy and tossing away any concealed weapons before anyone finds them. Pepe turns around, kicking Alex and Adam out of the ring. As he turns towards the crowd, a masked individual jumps over the barricade and rolls under the ropes. El Rey is behind him and Pepe turns around! They both eye each other as the crowd stares in baited breathes. Pepe sticks his hand out. From one friendly young kid to another. El Rey cautiously shakes his hand, and Pepe smiles that big wolf grin. Armand also joins them, flocked by his personal KGB cohorts. Pepe grins and opens his arms for an embrace, which Armand accepts. The crowd roars, and the trio turn to see the X*Crown Champion himself, Dylan Black, walking down the ramp. Championship around his waist, he claps for the trio and rolls under the ropes.
Hawke: This could be an insanely combustible moment!
Angel: BURN IT DOWN!
Instead of engaging in shenanigans, Dylan gets between the trio and raises all their arms! A show of respect for all his future challengers! As they each realize he's there to show his support for the each of them. Armand, who was making a hand signal for his cohorts to jump the others, motions for them to back off. El Rey unclenches his fist and assumes a bit of a relaxed stance. And Pepe, who had two hidden blades in his gloves, retracts the blades and tries to play it cool.
Hawke: Perhaps the formation of an insanely powerful group, or super mind games before Supremacy?
Angel: All of these men would stab one another in the back for the gold around Dylan's waist. No way would any one of them trust another!
Hawke: Well regardless, this is one hell of a main event we have to look forward to. Unfortunately, we're out of time tonight! This is where we sign off. I'm Hawke...
Angel: And I'm Randy Angel! That's me! Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeee!
Hawke: ...and this has been the Battle for Hegemony! See you in two weeks for Supremacy!