The AWF Presents: Prestige 68 - LIVE from Norfolk, VA!
Apr 3, 2021 4:10:30 GMT -5
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Ascension Wrestling Federation Presents:
Live at the Norfolk Scope in Norfolk, VA
4/3/2021
Capacity: 10,253
In Attendance: 1026
The show opens up to the locker room where Copycat is lying down on a bench. He is shuffling around some newspapers on him. He's trying to have it cover him much like how non-homeless people use blankets to cover as much of our body as possible at night. He closes his eyes and immediately start to breathe heavily. He's drifting into sleep and that's when the door bursts open.
Copycat: Ah! Who's there!?
Worker: UPS. You're Copycat, right? You got a delivery.
Copycat: Don't you see I'm in the middle of something!? Visit me at home at another time!
Worker: But... You don't have a home.
Copycat: I have a perfectly good box that I use as my home!
Worker: We... We don't deliver to boxes. In fact, the notes on this order say that... Dododo...
The worker looks down at his shipping notes.
Worker: It says, "You can't deliver this to Copycat because he's a wimp who lives in a box. Give it to him at Prestige."
Copycat: Oh... Well I didn't order anything.
Worker: Look, I have a long shift ahead of me. If you don't like whatever it is, just throw it out. Sign, please.
Copycat: Well okay then.
Copycat takes the pen from the driver and begins to sign for the package. He offers the pen back.
Worker: Ew... Uh... I mean, you can keep the pen.
Copycat: But don't you need it? I think it's a stylus pen. Don't you need to have it for your job.
Worker: Uhhh... No. Really... it's fine.
Copycat: Okay then.
Copycat takes the box and begins to open it. As he slowly finds out that the belt is...
Copycat: The Around The Clock Championship!? I thought that Rob Garcia's belt!
Copycat takes a look further into the box and finds a note along with it.
Copycat: Is this from Ebay? "Congratulations. You are the highest bidder, T322Y B24|)$|=|@\/\// What the heck is that?
Worker: I think I know what this is.
Copycat: You... You do?
Worker: Yeah, it's...
The worker reaches toward his chin and begins pealing off his face to reveal that the face was just a realistic looking mask. The person who the UPS worker really was is...
Copycat: Jordan Cassid-
Before Copycat could finish Jordan Cassidy's name, he shoots forward and clothesline Copycat off of the bench and onto the floor. Jordan Cassidy pins Copycat, and Steve Tyrell, the AWF's Junior Referee, rushes in. He makes the pin count:
...One!
...Two!
...Three!
Tyrell: The new Around The Clock Champion is... Jordan Cassidy!
Taylor: What the heck was that? Was Copycat just the Around The Clock Champion!?
Romano: They did say championships must be won by competition. I guess an eBay bidding war counts. So yeah, Copycat was champion... Well for a good ten seconds or so. Now Jordan Cassidy is champion, and now for the first time ever!
Taylor: Is this really how we're starting Prestige today? With Copycat?
Romano: We actually really have a great show! So if we're starting with Copycat, at least know that this show can only get better. Why describe the show when we can SHOW you what Prestige 68 has to offer you! Let's go!
"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 the XHF Phoenix Championship around his waist. He spits the gum and puts a patch on his arm before stretching and walking to the ring with a purpose. 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 hands over his title belt and cracks his neck waiting for the bell.
Taylor: What a way to begin the show! With the longest reigning XHF Phoenix Champion in history!
Romano: And he has quite the match ahead of him.
'"Hungry Eyes" by Eric Carmen plays as Mad Dog Smith comes to the ring.
Taylor: Mad Dog Smith is in the house! The single hottest wrestler in all of the TGK!
Romano: TGK was a great promotion. They actually won the Golden Fed Award of 2017 and the following year, they joined up with AWF. This is truly a trip down Memory Lane.
Drake's "Enemies" plays as Frankie Webb heads out into the arena. He shoots a quick glance to the fans in the arena and hops a few time. He has sleeveless hood over his head as he slowly makes himself to the ring. He walks toward the ring, displaying a fake err of confidence. 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.
Taylor: Frankie Webb is in the house! He's the XHF Phoenix Champion now!
Romano: And the youngest wrestler in the entire XHF Network history, as long as you don't count obscure entries like a Mountain Goat or Thob.
"Kung Fu Fighting" plays as Xialong runs to the ring, ready to begin the match.
Taylor: Xiaolong is in the house! He's ready to compete!
Romano: He's been working hard, and I think anyone would be a fool to underestimate him.
Tag-Team Match
Aiden Merric / Mad Dog Smith vs. Frankie Webb / Xiaolong
Before the bell rings, Smith and Merric play a quick game of Rock, Paper, Scissors to decide who will enter the match first. Webb politely indicates that Xiaolong should start for their team and referee Greg Valentine rings the bell to start the match. The Little Dragon and the victorious Big Game Hunter move into the middle of the ring, Merric weighing up his reptilian opponent carefully before smashing Xiaolong in the face with a powerful back elbow, The Dragon rears back to lessen the effect of the blow and fires back an elbow of his own, making Aiden grimace. The Australian fires off another bomb with his elbow and Xiaolong again does his best to take the force out of the blow before returning fire with an elbow of his own. Merric grunts audibly and steels himself for one more shot and he rattles the jaw of The Dragon so hard that Xialong wheels away… but uses the momentum to spin through and wind up one of his trademark Rolling Elbows! Merric retreats to his own corner and tags in Mad Dog Smith and Xiaolong does the same, Frankie Webb entering the match.
Taylor: Violent start to the match. Those elbows could take down a less sturdy wrestler.
Romano: Xiaolong knows his martial arts. Aiden Merric knows how to fight. I doubt either of them want to trade holds.
The younger members of their teams hop into the ring. Frankie offers a lock up with The Former Miss XHF (don’t ask) accepts. Webb tries to step through, looking for a modified O Soto Gari but Smith is a wrestler with a lot of savvy and turns out of it, giving Webb a push in the back that sends the Teenage Sensation flying off towards the ropes. Smith drops low, looking for a drop toe hold but Webb has enough about him to know to just over the takedown attempt and head on for the opposite side’s ropes. This time Mad Dog uses his explosive aerial offense to leap for a huracanrana but Webb ducks low and Smith lands on his feet and turns, Webb keeping his momentum up as the teenager hits the ropes once more. Upon Webb’s return he coils up his body like a spring and leaps into the air with a cross body block but self proclaimed The Hottest Bitch on the XHF Network has exactly the same idea and the pair crash into each other. Frankie walks back to his corner and tags in the ever ready Dragon of the Special Administrative Region while Smith waits mid ring.
Taylor: Frankie Webb has a lot of heart and he’s showing that tonight.
Romano: The kid always has a puncher’s chance, even against better trained opponents. Which is, quite frankly, anyone not named Copycat.
Xiaolong hops over the ropes and into the ring, posturing up into his fighting stance but The Motherfucker Of Dragons ain’t gon’ let no Dragon intimidate him. XL fires off a snappy turning Crescent Kick, Smith avoiding having his head taken off by matrix bridging back and letting the kick sail above him. The last true King of Spin wheels round after the miss and goes for a sweep off his trailing leg and Smith sharply skips out of the way like he was jumping rope. The Little Dragon spins back up to a kneeling postiton and fires off a double palm strike that connects with both hands and sends Smith reeling backwards towards his corner. Aiden Merric tags himself in as Xiaolong stays in pose, on one knee, palms extended.
Taylor: Xiaolong looks like someone has lit a fire under him tonight!
Romano: Xiaolong looks like he’s just thrown a ball of fire at his opponent.
Steely gaze fixed on the Little Dragon, Merric steps through the ropes. Xiaolong again adopts his fighting stance and he is like an unmoving rock as Merric walks up to him. Firing off a chop with lashings of extra snap to it, Xiaolong aims to welt up Merric’s chest with a single blow but Merric is prepared, drops his shoulder and takes the Dragon over with a snatch of the chopping arm and a Seoi Nage that makes Frankie Webb’s, as a student of judo, eyes pop out in shock. Xiaolong knows his martial arts, however, and rolls through, getting back to his feet and further away as Merric fires off a chop of his own, neck height. Before the man from the East can walk back towards his Autralian opponent Mad Dog Smith sees how close Xialong is to an unfriendly corner and kidney punches him through the ropes.
Taylor: That’s not a knife… that’s outside interference!
Romano: Not as catchy phrased like that.
Merric sees Xiaolong slump forwards and back up so he can rush in and connect his knee flush with the front of Xiaolong’s mask. The Dragon slumps backwards and Merric nods at Mad Dog who hops down from the ring apron. The Confuser and The Big Game Hunter work together to pull Xiaolong’s body backwards so his head is draped off the apron. Smith backs up to create some room and runs forwards, raising his boot to connect with XL’s exposed head. Merric steps out of the ring himself as Frankie Webb is apoplectic in his corner, angry with the illegal double team. Gabe Valentine goes over to check on the teenager’s objections. The Motherfucker of Dragons grabs a tight inverted facelock on Xiaolong and drags his body backwards so only calves and feet are left dangling on the ring apron and Merric takes a run up from his own corner… BEFORE XIAOLONG GETS HIT WITH A SUSPENDED INVERTED DDT FROM MAD DOG SMITH AND A DIVING KNEE DROP FROM MERRIC AT THE SAME TIME!
Taylor: MY GOD that was brutal. The way Xiaolong’s neck snapped backwards there.
Romano: Brutal but effective. You can make friends or you can win wrestling matches. Doing both at once? Not the easiest course to chart.
Lifting Xiaolong’s body up, Merric grabs the Dragon’s arm and slings him at the corner post, shoulder first. Gabe Valentine finally gets done arguing with the headstrong Webb and goes over to command the competitors return to the ring. Merric obliges, slinging the Little Dragon back in under the bottom rope as Mad Dog raises his arms in a gesture of, “I didn’t do anything.” A sinister grin crosses the face of Merric as he plants his boot on the chest of Xiaolong, posing like the hunter he is over a fresh kill…
ONE!
TWO!
THR. NO! XIAOLONG KICKS OUT!
Taylor: How is Xiaolong even still in this match?
Romano: Lackadaisical cover. Merric has this thing wrapped up.
Merric walks away and cocks his fist, making sure his Draconian opposition is well in his sights. He waits, patiently lining up his shot as Xiaolong stands, groggy from the assault on him. Merric rears back and POUNCES, arcing his fist right down into Xiaolong’s masked head. The Dragon drops to the mat and Merric decides a more forecful cover is needed this time…
ONE!
TWO!
THRE… NO! XIAOLONG KICKS OUT!
Taylor: STUN GUN! THAT HAD TO BE IT!
Romano: Xiaolong has a lot of fight in him. I’ll give him credit for that.
Frustrated, fuming, Aiden Merric angrily tags out to Mad Dog Smith who has positioned himself in the corner. The Confuser stands on the ring apron and, using the top rope for leverage, slings himself into the ring, flipping into a beautiful Senton Atómico… AND XIAOLONG ROLLS OUT OF THE WAY! The Dragon desperately heads for his own corner and reaches out but The Mad Dog grabs at his leg, stopping The Little Dragon from reaching out… BUT XIAOLONG CONTROTS HIS BODY INTO AN IMPROVISED CORKSCREW FRONT KICK THAT FIRES SMITH ACROSS THE RING! XIAOLONG DIVES FOR THE CORNER AND TAGS IN WEBB!
Taylor: TAG MADE! TAG MADE! FRANKIE WEBB IS IN!
Frankie Webb is a HOUSE OF FIRE! He hops the ropes into the ring! Mad Dog runs straight for Webb… PUNCH FOR MAD DOG FLOORS HIM! Merric, who hasn’t had a chance to get out of the ring yet, charges in himself… PUNCH FOR MERRIC FLOORS HIM! Mad Dog heads in again… FRANKIE STEPS THROUGH INTO AN O SOTO GARI ON MAD DOG AND THEN KIPS UP OUT OF IT! Merric comes in, full head of steam and stretches his arm out…
Taylor: CONTRACT FULFILLED!
BUT FRANKIE DUCKS THE LARIAT ATTEMPT! HE PUSHES MERRIC IN THE BACK AS MERRIC HEADS PAST HIM AND AS MERRIC COMES BACK OFF THE ROPES, FRANKIE LIFTS HIM INTO A FIREMAN’S CARRY AND FALLS BACKWARDS!
Taylor: NO! WEBB DROP! WEBB DROP! WEBB DROP!
Frankie Webb hooks the leg…
NO COUNT! Gabe Valentine tells Frankie that it’s Mad Dog that’s the legal man! Frankie exchanges words with the AWF’s senior official…
...BUT MAD DOG SMITH SNEAKS UP BEHIND WITH A FLASH CRADLE!
ONE!
TWO!
Merric plays defense to stop Xiaolong from re-entering to break up the pin…
THREE!
Jessie Love: The winners of the match, by pinfall, MAAAAAAD DOOOOOOOG SMIIITH AND AIDEN MEEEEEEEERIIIIIIIIIIIC!
Backstage all seems quiet. No one is in this particular part of the Norfolk Scope. But then, coming from the side we see a plastic barrel of a toy shotgun, followed by Tasmin Richards. Dressed as cartoon legend Elmer Fudd. She takes elongated “quiet” steps and looks around before stopping and coming face to face with her manager and friend, Eddie Walker.
Walker: Tas…..what are you doing now?
His arms are folded over his chest, he lets out a small sigh as Tasmin walks around Eddie before placing her finger to her lips and shushing him.
Richards: Be vewy vewy quiet. I’m hunting a widdle Cassidy.
Eddie blinks a few times as Tasmin goes about looking behind doors, under tables and even, weirdly, in a trash bin that wouldn’t even fit the current Around the clock champion.
Walker: I don’t think the Revs have even arrived yet, you might need to wait somewhere or come up with another plan of attack.
Tasmin makes a face and holds the toy shotgun in her hands before shaking her head.
Richards: So...I wasted my time with all this...and those?
She points to the wall, where there is a “Widdle Cassidy Hunting Season” sign. Eddie looks as if he has no idea what to say, his jaw dropping.
Richards: This makes me sad….
Walker: When...when did you have time to put all those up?
Richards: I got here super early. Gotta put effort in Uncle Eddie…
She turns and walks away with her head down. Disappointed Tasmin is Disappointed. Eddie throws his hands in the air and rips the poster down before looking up to find another one behind it, this time with Keith Williams picture on it reading “KEITH SEASON”. Eddie rips that down to reveal another Jordan one.
Walker: ...HOW MANY OF THESE DID SHE PUT UP?!?!
Poppy electronic beats hit the sound system of the arena as “Hypa Hypa” by Eskimo Callboy begins to play. The lights surrounding the stage strobe blue and pink alternating colors with the beat as the rest darken almost completely. With the beat, Kallie Reznik appears from underneath the curtain, her arms behind her as she skips to the center of the stage. In her hair, she wears a pair of sequined Minnie Mouse ears and a white jacket over her ring attire. A bright, innocent smile paints her face as she sings along to the lyrics of the song, swaying side to side, bopping with it as she meets eyes with some of the fans in attendance.
♫HYPA HYPA, YOU’RE PRETTY AND I LIKE YA
MOVE YOUR BODY, GIRL, ALL NIGHT LONG
HYPA HYPA, YOU’RE PRETTY AND I LIKE YA
YOU’RE GONNA BE MY GIRL ALL NIGHT LONG♫
At the end of the phrase, Kallie turns her body and sightly, pops her hip out and raises her hand with a silly peace symbol held in it as she winks flirtatiously just as the heavier guitar riffs of the theme begins. With a grin, she begins to skip down to the ring, stopping to high five a couple of younger female fans along the way. She picks a special younger girl as she reaches the bottom of the ramp and takes the Minnie Mouse ears off her head, placing them on the head of the girl before she runs and slides under the ring.
♫ YOU ARE MY DRUG
YOU'RE EVERYTHING I WANT
I WOULD GIVE MY SOUL FOR A GIRL LIKE YOU AT ONCE
PUT YOUR HANDS UP
WELL, LET ME SEE YOU SHAKE YOUR HIPS ♫
Keeping at that run, Kallie rushes forward and grabs the top rope, slingshotting the rest of her body underneath it and sitting on the second rope, letting it bounce her up and down as she grins at the crowd, raising a hand in the air. The crowd pops happily for her, before she bounces herself off and begins to head for her corner, taking her ring jacket off and then leaning into the turnbuckle, grasping the ropes with both hands and testing the tension as her music fades out.
Taylor: Kallie Reznik - of everyone to fight in our Super Scramble at Road to Victory, she was the one who came out with the most amount of wins.
Romano: She is extremely formidable warrior, but can she handle sleazy? We'll find out right now.
“Guttertrash” Greg Adkins walks out from the back while grabbing onto his big package. He walks halfway down the aisle before stopping to kiss a buxom fan (and coping a feel). He laughs after she smacks him and he heads down to the ring.
Taylor: Greg Adkins! Why he was allowed back... or even in the first place, I'll never know.
Romano: Well, the nicest thing I can say about him is that no one can psych him out. He also never ceases to surprise me.
Singles Match
Kallie Reznik vs. Greg Adkins
Gabe Valentine stands between the two competitors as Jessie Love leaves the ring. Kallie Reznik bounces from the ball of one foot to another, Greg motions to Gabe to bring on the final checks.
Taylor: Some would say that Adkins had an unorthodox to his approach in preparing for this match.
Romano: Sometimes you have to read between the lines, I viewed it as a way to try and get under the skin of his opponent before the match began.
Taylor: One look at Kallie tells you that he might well have gotten under her skin but will that prove to weaken or strengthen her resolve to win tonight?
Valentine begins to check the boots of Adkins but is interrupted by Greg grabbing the hand of the referee and pulling it to his trunks. The cameras catch the absolute contempt on Kallie’s face at the motion. A cut shows Greg winking at a Valentine who looks like he wants to throw the match out there and then. Heading over to the opposite corner, Reznik is only too eager to get the checks out of the way and let the match begin.
Taylor: The mind games continue?
Romano: Adkins saw first-hand what a focused and motivated Reznik can do. He has a few more years in-ring experience, he knows what he’s doing...
Satisfied, the bell is signalled for and the match begins.
Taylor: We’re about to find out.
The competitors rush in, Reznik looks for a high-kick but Guttertrash ducks and catches her in a waist-lock.
Romano: He got the jump there!
As his hands rise up her body Kallie can be seen to look visibly more pissed and quickly snaps the hand away from her body and follows up with a pointed elbow to the arm of Adkins. The strike bows him over and is quickly joined by a follow-up strike.
Taylor: He’d do well to remember that Reznik not only got the most falls at Road to Victory but she also can methodically break down an opponent like a chef with a carcass!
Letting out a cry of pain, Adkins is in no place to stop Reznik’s assault. She ducks under the arm and twists it around once more before dropping a leg over the top of it to take them to the mat.
Romano: She’s spent her life studying the sweet science, Adkins would be a fool to overlook that!
Kallie looks to grab the arm of Adkins.
Taylor: REZNIK LOOKING TO LOCK IN A KIMURA?
Sensing the immediate peril he’s in, Adkins quickly rolls forward and plants a leg on the bottom rope to escape the threat.
Romano: Adkins showing his experience inside the squared-circle with great ring awareness on display!
Before Valentine can start a count, Kallie backs away and stands, ready to continue once the referee is satisfied.
Taylor: Kallie backs off but that stance tells me she’s only working out how to follow it up!
Adkins uses the ropes to get back to his feet. Reznik goes to grab the head of Guttertrash but is met with a snug uppercut which is quickly backed up by a rake to the eyes. Reznik’s hands go to her face which gives her opponent an invitation to lift her and bodyslam her to the mat.
Romano: We saw Greg nearly pull off the upset when he faced off against Williams. That night he exploited small pockets to the fullest, can he go one further against Kallie?
Grabbing the leg of his opponent, Adkins starts to lay boots into the knee of Reznik. He lands one, then another, HE SLIPS A TOE PUNT TO THE CROTCH IN!
Taylor: Adkins showing off that drunken brawling that he’s built his career on!
Romano: You want to compete with anyone? Level the field!
Taylor: He needs to make sure he puts her away quickly, he’s just adding to the list of reasons Reznik will want to make an example of him!
Unsighted, Valentine can see now wrong until Adkins grabs his opponent in a goose-grip to lift her up!
Romano: Double-down!
Gabe starts to read the riot act but Reznik is already delivering her own form of justice in the shape of a boot to the midsection. Catching the Guttermouth as he drops down, Kallie gets a leg up...ENZIGURI!!!
Taylor: Whilst she might be young in years in her career, Kallie is cementing the enziguri as a cornerstone of her offense, what can she do tonight from here?
She drops down for a cover…
ONE…
TW-
ADKINS GETS AN ARM UP AND FISH-HOOKS REZNIK!!
Romano: Talking of cornerstones!
Taylor: Gabe isn’t going to stand for that!
Valentine starts the count…
ONE…
Adkins forces his opponent to her feet
TWO....
He yanks Reznik towards him and lifts her up...FRONT-FALLING SUPLEX!!
Taylor: Reznik bounces off the mat!
Keeping the run going, he swipes his boot across the face of Kallie, sending her onto her back.
Romano: Adkins catches her on the volley!
Using her hair for leverage, Adkins yanks her to her feet and sends her to the corner...HE SPLASHES HER...THEN LICKS HER FOR GOOD MEASURE!!
Taylor: Patented splash from Greg!
The full horror of what just transpired has dawned on Reznik but Adkins is moving to his next step in his attack, he scoops her up and the camera catches the moment where his grip becomes totally unorthodox on Reznik’s face. She battles against the grip and slides down the back of Adkins...GERMAN SUPLEX INTO THE TURNBUCKLE!!!
Romano: That’s going to change the momentum in any match!
Rolling to her feet, Reznik builds into a sprint and DRIVES A KNEE INTO THE FACE OF ADKINS!
Taylor: Reznik is eschewing the more measured approach and trying to make an example of Adkins!
Romano: Adkins can drunken brawl with the best of them, is she stepping into a trap?
Turning her back on her opponent, she reaches a few steps out from the corner and lands a BASEBALL SLIDE DROPKICK!!!
Taylor: So far, she’s avoided any pitfalls!
Adkins tries to get out from the corner but limply rolls...REZNIK LEAPS ONTO THE TOP ROPE, SPLIT-LEGGED MOONSAULT!!
Taylor: SPLIT THE STYX!!
ONE…
TW…
THIS TIME ADKINS TAKES A TRADITIONAL APPROACH AND KICKS OUT!
Romano: A shoulder up when it counts!
Reznik’s urge to continue her offense compels her to lift Adkins back to his feet and unleash a quick flurry of forearm shots, each one sending Greg a step back until he hits the ropes.
Taylor: He’s going to need to do more than delay the inevitable...
Gripping the wrist tightly, she backs him against the ropes and whips him...reversal...ADKINS CHARGES WITH A CLOTHESLINE THAT FLOORS REZNIK!
Romano: That levelled Reznik! Did she get too comfortable or underestimate him?
Greg hesitates for a moment, the blows from his opponent taking effect. He pulls her to her feet and bends her over…
Taylor: Adkins could be going for the finish…
Romano: He’s got her set-up for the Overdose...
HE LIFTS HER UP….SHE ROLLS WITH THE MOMENTUM...REWIND RANA!
Taylor: SHE PULLS IT BACK INTO HER HANDS!
The crowd sense what’s coming as she rolls to the apron and looks to them before leaping to the top turnbuckle...ECLIPSE!!
Taylor: THREADS OF THE MORAI!!!!
She covers…
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!!
Jessie Love: The winner of this match, as a result of pinfall...KALLIE...REZNIK!!
We find ourselves backstage yet again. We see AWF’s own Kallie Reznik looking over the different food options, she reaches forward and picks up a strawberry, she chomps into it nodding happily before turning around and coming face to face with a bald man, dressed in a black suit, with leather gloves and a red tie. And, a barcode tattoo on the back of his neck.
Reznik: Oh sorry, I...wait. Tasmin?
And sure enough. It isn’t a bald man, it’s Tasmin Richards with a bald cap.
Richards: 47…
Reznik: Sorry?
Richards: Agent 47….have you seen my target?
She holds up a picture of Copycat, with a red target drawn over his face. Kallie blinks a few times and shakes her head.
Reznik: Nah Ta-....47. I haven’t seen him, but then again I don’t really make it a habit of actually looking for those guys…..hope you find him though.
Tasmin looks down and sighs, she takes off the bald cap, her long blue and blonde hair flows down and she reaches in her jacket putting plastic replicas of 47’s trademark silenced silver ballers down onto the table as well as what looks to be a pair of brass knuckles and...a garotte?. She then turns and walks away leaving Kallie who just looks down at the weapons with a raised eyebrow.
Reznik: What was she planning?!?!?!!?
The ReVenants are sauntering to the gorilla position, the finest clothing adorns their frames as they follow Neo's lead as he's ready to begin his match. Keith is busy eyeballing a lady when Neo makes a complete stop, Rob Garcia and Jeff Noon stopping as Neo holds an arm out to stop Keith and get his attention.
NJC: "You know what gents...if we all show up there, that's exactly the kind of thing The JitterGOON will expect, but you know what? I'm not about giving him.what he EXPECTS! I'm going to go out there and give him what he deserves! The ass beating of the century! I'm Neo James Carner, I can handle this twerp! How about this."
Neo pulls out a wad of cash, mostly hundreds but there's a twenty and a five in there if ya really look.
NJC: "Go buy the most expensive champagne you can find. Put it on ice, this won't take long."
Neo thrusts the wad of cash into Jeff Noon's hands as he throws up a V hand gesture to his fellow ReVs.
NJC: "It's time to REV IT UP!"
Neo bellows loudly as the other ReVenants shoot em the hand V's and Neo smirks.
NJC: "Trust me when I say this will be the LAST time anyone ever remembers the name…"
Neo rubs his chest like he's some kind of Goldust impersonator.
NJC: "Jitterman."
The ReVenants all share in a boisterous laughter as they bump knuckles and Neo enters through the backstage curtain to make his entrance for the match at hand.
We find ourselves ringside with Taylor and Romano.
Taylor: Neo displaying some of that arrogance and cockiness before the match.
Romano: The former two time XHF Phoenix Champion AND two time AWF United States champion thinks very highly of himself.
Taylor: "That may be true, but you can't count out the Jitterman who has been on an impressive run here."
D.R.U.G.S. "King I Am" starts blaring over the PA System as the match looks ready to start up. Unfortunately some time rolls by and there isn't any arrival of Neo James Carner.
Romano: "That's peculiar, we just saw Neo walk through the curtain..he should be…"
Taylor: "Just getting word, the two have started fighting in the backstage area!!"
The camera cuts to the gorilla position where Neo James Carner and The Jitterman aren't waiting for any entrances or introductions!!
NJC: "DIDN'T SEE THIS COMING DID YOU YA SPOOKY LITTLE BITCH! SNEAK ATTACK! YOU CAN'T RUN FROM ME!"
Singles Match
Neo James Carner vs. The Jitterman
Neo and Jitterman are pelting each other with a barrage of fists and piston punches as they push each other into catering tables and knock over TV Monitors. Neo James Carner is like a vicious pitbull trying to maul anyway he can at Jitterman, trying to claw his eyes out through the mask.
Romano: "My lord! We gotta get some help back there, this is supposed to be a match!"
Neo is playing the role of aggressor as he throws punch after punch into the rib cage of the massive six foot nine Jitterman. The blows seem to stun Jitterman as he takes a knee, Neo runs to deliver a Neo-Symphoknee but Jitterman hoists Neo up into the air and then slams Neo into the catering table with enough force Ron Simmons would scream DAMN! if he was here.
Romano: "My GOD! Neo has just been sent into that table!"
Taylor: "All that good catering! Wasted!!"
Jitterman pushes his hair out of his masked face as he stands towering over Neo who coughs and writhes in the pile of food and splintered wood. Jitterman grabs Neo's skull, gripping a handful of hair and rips Neo up to his feet. Neo is groaning as he tries to fight, but the Jitterman is too powerful!! Jitterman slowly pulls Neo towards the curtain and then throws him through spilling Neo onto the stage of the entrance area! Neo slowly drags himself on his hands and knees as he tries to crawl down the ramp towards the ring.
Romano: "This match isn't even official underway but these men are already beating the living tar out of each other!"
Like a horror movie villain Jitterman slowly saunters behind Neo who's now made it ringside, trying to crawl up the steps. Jitterman is hovering close behind as he grabs Neo's ankle and goes to yank him off the steel steps.
Taylor: "Seems Neo's words and mind games have only served to make the giant angry. He isn't here to play games with Neo!"
Jitterman gives Neo's leg a tug but Neo manages to spin around and hit a flying enzuigiri to the side of Jitterman's head knocking the macabre giant for a loop! Jitterman wobbles as Neo thrusts a boot into Jitterman's stomach doubling the giant over the steel steps. Neo jumps up onto the apron and then springboards off the ring ropes and MUSHROOM STOMPS JITTERMAN'S FACE INTO THE STEEL STEPS!!
Romano: "Holy shit!!!"
Neo awkwardly spills onto the ringside floor as he tries to collect his barings. Jitterman is crumbled in a heap atop the steel stairs as Neo wobbles up to his feet trying to show everyone he isn't really hurt but doing a terrible job of it.
Taylor: Neo is up to a vertical base, he's still a little worse for wear going through that table."
Romano: "Now he's coming over here."
Neo comes over and rips Taylor's headset off and puts it on himself.
NJC: "Romano! Did you see what I did to that piece of trash! Bell hasn't even rung and I've already got him down! Keep watching Romano, I'm going to take this guy out in seconds when that bell rings! Let's get an official out here! Tell those STOOGES in the back we're ready to get this match STARTED! Haha!"
Neo rips the headset off and throws it at Taylor as he shoves a ringside staff member off of a chair and claims it for himself. Folding the chair up Neo walks over to the Jitterman and slams the chair across the back of Jitterman's neck!
Romano: "NJITTERMAN MOVES OUT OF THE WAY!"
Neo slams the chair across the steel steps and rattles him into releasing the chair! Jitterman quickly rolls to his feet as Neo stumbles around trying to return sensation to his hands. Jitterman rushes forward and goes for the Running Big Boot!!
Taylor: "Lights OUT! LIGHTS OUT FROM JITTERMAN!!"
Neo wisely ducks out of the way as Jitterman hangs his boot up on the apron, Neo quickly kicks at the knee and sends Jitterman back down to the ground!!
Romano: "A chance for reprieve for Jitterman but Neo wildly dodges that one."
Neo slaps his finger against his temple to show the world how big his brain is. Neo slowly rolls into the ring and starts waving his hand to the stage area for a referee. There's no response as nobody comes running down as Neo growls in frustration. Rolling back out to the ringside area. Neo throws a couple stiff stomps to Jitterman's skull, gripping a handful of hair and attempts to lift the leviathan to a vertical base. Alas the task is a chore as Neo doesn't have the strength to lift the massive deadweight of The Jitterman.
Taylor: "Jitterman is far too heavy for Neo to lift up, getting him up is proving difficult for The ReVenant."
Jitterman is up to his knees when he snaps to life and thrusts a hand across Neo's throat with a tight grip!
Romano: "Jitterman has sprung back to life!"
Neo is flailing his arms about trying to break the hold but Jitterman has him in his grasp!! Neo flails as his face is turning red and purple! Jitterman thrusts Neo under the bottom rope and crawls after him, never releasing his grip! The two stand in the center of the ring as Jitterman chokeslam lifts Neo into the air into a fireman's carry position, Jitterman throws Neo off his shoulders and drives NJC's neck into the mat with a Death Valley Driver.
Taylor: "Neo is down! What a Death Valley Driver!"
Jitterman is rocking back and forth in the fetal position on the mat as he slaps his face and rolls out of the squared circle. Looking under the ring apron Jitterman pulls out a giant plastic paint bucket with a lid on it, softly caressing the bucket tenderly as he tosses it into the ring.
Taylor: "Jitterman has brought a bucket out, what is going on?"
Romano: "What's in the bucket!?"
Jitterman rolls into the ring after his bucket as he slowly circles the container. Ripping off the lid to reveal the contents of the bucket.
Taylor: " My God! Roaches! The bucket is full of cockroaches!"
Romano: "By God! That's awful! Horrible! That has no business being here!!"
Jitterman grabs Neo by the hair and yanks him over to the bucket like a savage caveman. Neo looks into the bucket and starts yelling like a scalded dog. Jitterman tries shoving Neo's face into the bucket but Carner clasps his hands onto the edge of the bucket to stop it from happening!
Romano: "Neo still showing signs of life!!"
Neo throws a vicious elbow into Jitterman's undercarriage, a low blow.
Taylor: "Neo with a blatant low blow! Horrible!"
Romano: "The bell hasn't even rung! This isn't a match! It's two men who hate each other beating the crap out of one another!"
Neo gets up to his feet and throws a vicious kick to the gut of Jitterman! The blow sends Jitterman doubling over clenching his gut as Neo rushes to the nearby corner, jumping up onto every set of ropes and springboards off the top rope with a Triple Jump Moonsault!
Romano: "Holy Hell! Triple Jump Moonsault! I've never seen Neo James Carner do that before!"
Jitterman returns to a vertical base and catches NEO MID AIR!
Taylor: "The high risk move didn't work! Jitterman has Neo up on his shoulder!"
Jitterman quickly twists Neo on his shoulder onto his back and has him in a crucifix hold like he was gonna send Neo on the Razors Edge. Neo is kicking his feet trying to free himself as Jitterman drives Neo into the ground with a Crucifix Powerbomb.
Taylor: "CRUCIFIX! CRUCIFIX! NEO IS DOWN WITH THE CRUCIFIX!!"
Romano: "Wait! Is that a referee!?"
A zebra striped referee comes running out from the back after Neo hits the canvas. Jitterman doesn't waste a moment's notice as he rips Neo off the ground back to his feet dead legged.
Taylor: "Neo is dead on his feet!!"
The referee slides into the ring as Jitterman holds Neo up by his hair, dangling him like a carrot. The referee asks Jitterman if he's good to compete, and then Neo who Jitterman forces to nod his head like a puppet. The referee seems easily convinced or threatened Jitterman will beat him up if he doesn't ring the bell.
Taylor: "Neo is out! This match is officially getting started!!"
Romano: "Neo is out though!"
--DING DING--
Jitterman hooks his arm across Neo's chest and then snaps into the Reverse Swinging STO driving Neo's face RIGHT INTO THE MAT SPIKING HIM!
Romano: "Pray Time! Neo James Carner has just eaten the Pray time!!"
Jitterman gets up to his knees and places a single hand on Neo's chest right over his heart as the referee counts the pin.
...ONE
...TWO
...THREE!!!!
--DING DING--
Taylor: "That's got to be a new record! Six seconds, Neo James Carner was defeated in six seconds!!"
Romano: "Jitterman just pinned a former two time United States AND Phoenix Champion! The record books won't show that brawl beforehand, just the result! Jitterman just etched his name in the history books here!"
Jitterman's music hits over the PA system as he slowly saunters over to the bucket of cockroaches and picks it up.
Jessie Love: "Here is your winner, THE JITTTTTTERRRRRRMAAANNNN!!"
Hoisting it above Neo's face he begins dumping the insects ALL OVER NEO'S FACE! Neo's face is dumped in a sea of skittering creatures that hiss and crawl across Neo's face Jitterman puts a foot firmly on Neo's chest and hoists a hand high above his head in a victorious proclamation.
Taylor: "What a moment for Jitterman! He just sent a DOMINATING message to the entire locker room! He bested Neo James Carner's sneak attack and came out the winner despite all the tricks!"
Adam Sanders moves down the hallway towards the male locker room, he turns and stops right before the door before slowly turning as we see Tasmin Richards, dressed as an assassin from the Assassins Creed franchise. She is sitting on a bench, her hood pulled over her head.
Sanders: Babe...what are you doing?
Tasmin turns to see Adam and sighs heavily before flipping the hood back.
Richards: How did you see me? I was blending in!
Sanders: Uh, you were the only one on the bench...
Tasmin lets out a loud audible sigh and shakes her head.
Sanders: Why were you “blending” in anyway?
Richards: I’ve been looking everywhere for Jordan, I thought I’d stalk out the male locker room and wait, but I haven’t seen him.
Adam looks the other way and points.
Sanders: The Revs usually hang out by themselves...last I saw they were that way.
Tasmins eyes widen, she bounces up and down and kisses Adam on the cheek.
Richards: My hero!...
She turns to run that way and Adam just smiles before yelling
Sanders: HEY TAS!...keep that costume...for later….
She smiles and winks before pushing the large doors open.
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, her hands curled into fists at her sides... and the AWF United States Championship around her waist. 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. 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. 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, the Oncoming Storm removing her title and handing it to a production assistant for safekeeping.
Taylor: Here we are! We're getting into the big matches and now, we have the NEW AWF United States Champion!
Romano: Let's not forget. Erin Gordon defeated Neo James Carner at Road to Victory in a VERY big way. Defeating a ReVenant is always big news, and she has done well to earn her position.
Turn To Stone by Joe Walsh fills the arena as the lights dim and a single spotlight illuminates the stage. Out from the curtain steps Cross Recoba, a titanium cane with a golden lion's head handle in one hand, touching the crucifix with the other. The HCW Diamond title is draped over his shoulder. The crowd responds with a chorus of boo's for The Fox while Cross uses the handle of the cane to push his shag hair cut from his face, flicking his head back confidently as he grins out at the audience obnoxiously. He holds up the cane that has caused so much trouble in the past to an even more venomous response from the fans, and he begins down the ramp still holding it aloft.
Jessie Love: "Coming to the ring, sttanding at six foot one and one inch, and weighing in at 230 pounds, hailing from New York, New York. and the self-proclaimed 'Box Office Smash of AWF'..... , 'THE FOX' CROSS RECOBBBAAA!!"
Recoba reaches ringside and holds the lions head handle of the cane up to his lips and kisses it for luck. He sets the cane to rest against the ring steps and then climbs them up onto the apron, and with a wipe of his feet slips between the ropes. He pops up with both hands out at his side, walking forward as if putting his glory on display, and delivers an over-exaggerated bow that causes the fans to crow even louder in disdain. Cross stands to his full height and smirks, stepping over to the far corner to await the beginning of the match.
Taylor: Cross Recoba is coming off a win from Chris Card at Road to Victory, but I won't say he's riding high.
Romano: He's starving for a win that he can actually be proud of. This is what he's looking to get from today's match against the champ!
Singles Match
Erin Gordon vs. Cross Recoba
The bell rings, with Senior Referee Gabe Valentine presiding over the match. Both Cross Recoba and Erin Gordon stand opposite one another as they consider how to approach one another. The two circle around one another within the ring to kind of get a good feel for each other. Suddenly, Cross makes a sudden charge for Erin. He's going for a single leg take down, but Erin drops down to sprawl over Cross. Thing is, she's more of a brawler than a Greco-Roman or a Freestyle wrestler so it's not quite in muscle memory yet. He gets the take down and brings the AWF United States Champion to her back. He immediately gets up. Erin tries to get up as well but Cross is quick to drop down with an elbow. Erin tries to recover, but Cross is immediately on her and not letting go. He brings Erin up to her feet and immediately starts going after her with uppercuts. He brings Erin to the corner. At this point, Erin is beginning to breathe heavily.
Taylor: Erin Gordon just won this belt at Road to Victory and she took it from Neo James Carner. She may not be defending it, but she's certainly having her hands full.
Romano: Well what do you expect? It's Cross Recoba. If you're going to lose a match to someone, you aren't going to lose street cred by losing to him.
Recoba shoots his shoulder into the stomach of Erin Gordon. And he does it for a second time! And a third! He goes for a fourth, but Erin slams her hands down on the upper back of her opponent. He turns around and tries to double over. Erin takes the moment of jumping to the second rope while continuing to face him. She then effortlessly jumps up to the top of the turnbuckle, going after him with a flying axe handle! But Cross Recoba catches her mid-air and then slamming her BACK into the turnbuckle. The slam was reminiscent of a spinebuster. Upon impact, the actual spit from Erin's mouth shoots from her mouth. Erin slumps to the mat. Cross Recoba turns around and raises his hand up high. He goes to the adjacent turnbuckle and steps out of the ring, but still onto the apron. He faces Erin and begins to pick up speed.
Taylor: Cassius... CASSIUS. WHAT'S HE DOING?
Romano: He's looking to end the match early! The over the top rope, rope dodging dropkick! Cross calls it The Million Lira Dropkick!
Taylor: ERIN! WHAT'S OU-
But it's too late. Despite the cries from Tommy Taylor, Cross Recoba jumps over the ropes and hits the move! ...But Erin Gordon leaps out of the way! Cross crashes and burns! His face does better at describing the pain more than words ever could.
Taylor: Erin Gordon just caught a LUCKY break there!
Romano: I'm sure she'd argue that it's all skill. Either way, she has a chance to go on the offense.
That she does. Erin Gordon has climbed back to her feet and smacks the dirt off her ring shorts. She walks over to Cross Recoba and the first thing she does is SLAPS CROSS RECOBA ACROSS THE FACE! It certainly adds up with the rest of the pain. Next, Erin grabs her boot and begins to stomp a mud hole through the ass off her opponent. Cross is making an X with his arms, protecting his movie star face. But much like a movie star, Erin is attacking Cross as if he was the villain. Now he's the one to bring her to her feet and throws him against the ropes. Cross is able to reverse the flow, and this sends Erin against the ropes. As she comes back from ropes, her velocity skyrockets. She actually surprises Cross with how she slingshots out. As she approaches Cross, she slams Cross with a Lou Thesz press. Cross hits the floor. Erin immediately starts with the punches, and she DOES. NOT. LET. UP.
Taylor: Cassius, just check Erin out! She's kicking ass!
Romano: Well they just don't give AWF United States Champions to just anyone.
Cross is trying to block himself, but Erin uses his arm to block the incoming arms as she strives to get every last inch toward the finish line. Cross Recoba keeps fighting to block until he starts bucking his hips to get enough space away. Of course, it's difficult when your opponent gets the mount position. After enough tries, Cross uses his feet to shoot Erin forward. He slides himself from underneath. He's out! Erin gets up. She turns around. BOOM! Just like that, Cross strikes her down with a Ranhei! He keeps her in the hold for the pin count:
...One!
...Two!
...Kickout!
Taylor: It looks like they're all just slowly wearing each other down!
Romano: Yes, but I can't imagine either of them having much more steam. Cross Recoba just regained control too.
Cross Recoba looks down at Erin. He wipes the sweat from his brow. Suddenly, he begins to smile. An idea crosses through that noggin of his. He grabs the legs of Erin Gordon and begins to twist and manipulate them. The fans begin to get loud. They know exactly what's to come.
Taylor: Wait! This is the standing Boston Crab! He calls it Gardibaldi's Guillotine! No one's ever gotten out of there before!
Romano: There is a saying that rules are made to be broken. Could Erin be the first or will she fall like all the rest?
However, the commentator team is counting their eggs before they hatch. Erin is budging. She's fighting, and hunching her body so that she cannot turn over. Cross is fighting. Erin's body is going red. She's obviously fighting with every fiber of her being not to let herself be turned over and allowing the Gardibaldi's Guillotine to fully kick in. She then, with every ounce of her strength, uses her amazing abs to lift the top half of her body up to Cross. Her opponent, Recoba, notices this and recognizes an attempted DDT reversal so he postures back. To the contrary, she has other plans in mind. She uses Cross' weight distribution against him. She slips her legs out and pushes herself to the forward and side so that Cross can be guided down this way. Yes! It's a small package! Cross is kicking out, but is having difficulty getting his shoulder off as Erin's putting all the weight and strength she can to block it. Gabe Valentine slides in for the pin count!
...One!
...Two!
...THREE!
The bell rings.
Jessie Love: Here is your winner of the match - ERIN GORDON!
Taylor: Erin did it! She got the win!
Romano: She basically had to trick her way to win. It was her only defense against Cross' unbreakable Gardibaldi's Guillotine. This was a close match for both competitors and their efforts ought to be recognized.
Somewhere in the darkness, maybe nowhere, The Jitterman’s hulking form steps through the mists that largely obscure the vision of the viewer. A flash of white marks the movement of his mask, his black clad body merely a formless shape in the inky black. Suddenly, he stops, his silent pace and heavy breath interrupted by another figure, smaller, porcelain white skinned with thick lines of scarlet and indigo crossing the width of her face.
Natasha: You impress me, Jitterman.
Jitterman tilts his head to a side, questioningly.
Natasha: Efficient, ruthless destruction. Focused in a way that my mind does not allow myself to be. To know you is to fear you. Those who do not show you the due fear, the due respect, they are blind fools, walking into the trap that is underestimating your power. No need to speak. Their world is not ready for your voice.
Jitterman nods.
Natasha: Your playground is one of snapped bones and broken hearts. I have seen your development. You are a merciless opponent. A true terror of the ring. Know this, Jitterman. I was meant to be here and tell you this. I am always where I am needed. Tell Eden I give you my blessing for your actions.
Natasha fades off into the darkness as Jitterman walks onwards through the void.
Finally we see Jordan Cassidy standing backstage holding the Around The Clock title. He seems to be distracted and finalizing a few things as we see Tasmin, finally in her regular style of clothing sneak around the corner, she waves her hand as a referee follows, she leans over and says something before sliding down behind Jordan, she hooks him and pulls him down into a school boy
Richards: NOW NOW NOW! COUNT!
The referee slides down, he pulls out a photograph to make sure it is legit Jordan Cassidy and counts.
ONE
TWO
THREE!
Tasmin lets Jordan go and pops up as the referee hands her the Around the clock title again and raises her free hand.
Richards: ANNNNND NEW TWO TIME AROUND THE CLOCK CHAMPION. TASSSMIN RICHARDS….
Before Jordan can react Tasmin is off in the other direction, meanwhile the referee just shrugs and hands Jordan his own picture.
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 with the Prestige Championship on his waist. The fans give the Awkward One loud cheers as the spotlight follows his trek towards the ring.
Jessie Love: From Grand Rapids, Michigan, weighing in at two hundred forty pounds, he is the Awkward One and the AWF Prestige Champion… ADAM SANDERS!!
Well, I won’t be caught living in a dead end job
While praying to my government guns and gods
Now it’s us against them, we’re here to represent
And spit right in the face of the establishment!
Sanders walks up the stairs, walks down the apron a bit and puts both arms in the air. The fans continue to give loud cheers for the WCG competitor as he steps between the top and middle rope to enter the ring. He steps on the opposite turnbuckle, the chorus of the song becomes the backdrop for him to hop back into the ring.
Well because we're doing fine, and we don't need to be told
That we're doing fine, 'cause we won't give you control.
And we don't need anything from you,
'Cause we'll be just fine, and we won't be bought and sold, just like you
Taylor: Ladies and gentlemen, our NEW AWF PRESTIGE CHAMPION!
Romano: It's about time that we have a champion who makes the Prestige championship prestigious. Now we do, and we're looking to see what we can see from Adam.
As the opening notes begin, the lights go out, save for a single spotlight on the top of the stage. Betsy comes out, but she’s only a silhouette at this point. Just as the drum strikes it’s second note, Betsy dabs and the lights come back. The song starts from the refrain as Betsy starts dancing down the ramp.
“Sin City’s cold and empty
No one’s around to judge me
I can’t see clearly when your gone-one-one”
Arms out, Betsy begins twirling around wildly, blonde ponytail whipping about with her, as she slaps hands with fans on both sides of the ramp. The chorus hits just as Betsy baseball slides into the ring.
“And I said ooooh, I’m blinded by the lights
I can’t sleep until I feel your touch
And I said ooooh, I’m drowning in the night
Oh, when I’m like this, you’re the one I trust”
As the chorus chimes on, Betsy bounces up and hops up onto every ring corner, pumping her fist in time with the song, getting the fans amped up for the upcoming bout. When she finishes this display, she starts bouncing in place, preparing mentally for the bout.
Taylor: Betsy has been showing her fire and passion the last few shows.
Romano: Well what do you expect? She lost her undefeated streak to Neo James Carner the other show and at Road to Victory? She lost her belt. She's sick of losing. She has a fire under her ass.
The hard electronic beats of "Good L_ck (Yo_'re F_cked)" start up around the arena while purple and white beams of light shine on the entrance gate As the opening scream sounds out, Card steps through the gate and surveys the crowd. Card takes a slow walk down to the ring and steps through the ropes, followed by the beams. The lights change from beams to spinning spotlights as the music gets lower just before the chorus...
ONE MILLION VOICES CALL FROM THE OTHER SIDE
IF YOU COULD HEAR THEM YOU WOULD BE TERRIFIED...
The lights go back up and puple and white pyro fires off from the ring ropes as the chorus begins
GOOD LUCK!
YOU'RE FUCKED!
AND WE HATE TO SEE YOU GO MAN, BUT EVERYONE KNOWS YOU'RE SCREWED!
Card poses in the center of the ring, crossing his thumbs over where his heart would sit. The lights go up and Card moves over to his own corner and relaxes, the referee checking him over and finding nothing wrong.
Taylor: Chris Card is here! Man, he really seems to know no bounds.
Romano: Between his meddling with the other members as well with his long-lasting feud with Cross Recoba? You can't take your eyes off the guy.
As the word “Firecracker” appears on the large screen, red and green laser lights spin around the arena as The Soapgirls begin to sing the opening to the song. Then the word fades and is replaced by the name “Dakota” as the redhead makes her way out to the stage area, the fans becoming thunderous in their applause for her. She raises a single arm up before making her way down the aisle.
” Making her way down the aisle, she hails from Syracuse, New York, by way of Scottsdale, Arizona.....She is the Firecracker, The Chairwoman of the XHF, DAKOOOTTTAAA JJEEENNNIINNGGSSSS!!!”
Reaching the ring, she confidently strides up the steps before stepping under the second rope before climbing up one of the turnbuckles, raising a defiant middle finger toward her opponent as the fans cheer her relentlessly.
Taylor: And here's the firecracker, Dakota Jennings!
Romano: She's been kicking ASS since she came back. She may have only had two pinfalls at Road to Victory's scramble match, but remember. They're pinfalls. She knows what she's doing. She's good.
Main Event
Tag-Team Match
Impossibly Awkward (Adam Sanders/Betsy Granger) vs. Chris Card/Dakota Jennings
DING DING DING
Betsy Granger and Chris Card step into the ring to represent their respective teams. With Jennings and Sanders on the outside, the competitors start to circle one another to figure out how they should attack. Betsy swings her leg for a roundhouse, but Card ducks it and drops Granger with a shotei. Once Granger is back up, Card swings her around and slams her with a neckbreaker.
Romano: Granger is finding out why Chris Card is THE man around our roster.
Taylor: Well, Granger is smart enough to come up with some adjustments for Card.
Romano: She’s smart, sure. But so is Card.
Card tries to lock in the Heartbreaker, but Betsy is able to wiggle free before he could get a grip on her. As soon as Card gets back to his feet, Granger finally gets a kick in with a low kick to his knee.
Taylor: Not the most impressive-looking kick but it likely hurt like hell.
Romano: Yeah, I wouldn’t want to get that from anyone.
Granger tries to follow-up with a fujiwara armbar, but Card is now the one wiggling free and finds himself in position to kneebar Granger. Betsy is fortunately close enough to the ropes to get the hold released, but Card waits for Gabe Valentine to threaten disqualification before he does.
Romano: Don’t mess with Chris Card on the mat!
Taylor: I think Betsy just found that out.
Romano: He is… after all, Technical Perfection!
Betsy quickly rolls into her corner and tags in her partner, the AWF Prestige Champion.
Taylor: Well, he won’t challenge Card on the mat.
Romano: Yeah, but Card’s made him tap before.
Before Card can realize what happened, he is taken to the mat with a lariat. Adam Sanders bounces off the ropes to hit a leg drop on Card, but he rolls out of the way at the last second and hits the blind tag for Dakota. He gets the Heartbreaker on Sanders while Dakota starts to stay in Sanders’s blindspot. As soon as Adam starts to power out of the move, Dakota strikes…
Romano: Gotta keep an eye on both opponents, Adam!
Taylor: You should have seen it.
Romano: Adam sure didn’t. Cover by Dakota!
ONE!!
TWO!!
NO!!
Adam gets the shoulder up after two. Dakota keeps the offense going with an ankle lock on Sanders before he could get up. He struggles for a few seconds before rolling over and kicking Dakota off of him. When Dakota approaches once more, Sanders sweeps her legs from under her. Tag back to Betsy, who immediately climbs the top rope and does… the Flight of the Dragonite?
Romano: Betsy over here using Adam’s moves?
Taylor: Hey, she can fly better than he can!
Romano: Yeah, I mean, it did work pretty well.
Betsy springs to her feet and uses the rarely used spinning crucifix toss on Dakota before covering the End of Days winner.
ONE!!
TWO!!
NO!!
Dakota kicks out after two as well. Jennings tries to fire off her DKO MK II but Betsy is able to just barely avoid the move and deliver a kick of her own.
Taylor: Pele kick!
Romano: Let’s see you do that backflip, Taylor!
Betsy tags Adam back in, who hits a snap suplex on Dakota. When Dakota runs back at him, Sanders drops her with a spinebuster that shakes the ring. Cover by Adam.
ONE!!
TWO!!
T-NO!!
Dakota utilizes this moment to go back to work on Adam’s ankle as she is able to maneuver on the mat to get the ankle lock back in on the Prestige Champion. Adam doesn’t immediately flip over like he did before, having to deal with the damage done to his right ankle a bit more this time around.
Romano: Haha, tap, paper champ! Tap!!
Taylor: If he doesn’t do something about it, he might have to.
Sanders looks at the ropes and uses all the power he has to lunge to get to the bottom rope. Card immediately requests entry into the match and Dakota obliges. Card looks at Adam trying to pull himself up on a neutral corner, clearly favoring the ankle Dakota has targeted twice. With Sanders off balance, Card hits a move on Adam that Adam has likely seen a lot in his training.
Taylor: Chris Card with a dropkick on Sanders!
Romano: Looked as good as an Adrien dropkick!
Card gives Adam’s ankle a few stomps and pulls him to the middle of the ring. He hooks the leg for the cover.
ONE!!
TWO!!
TH...NO!!
Amused by the kickout a bit, Chris Card lets out an audible scoff. He kicks the ankle a few more times before tagging Dakota back in. Card clearly tells her to end him with the ankle lock one last time. But as soon as Dakota approaches Adam’s legs, Adam was ready with some desperation move out of nowhere.
Taylor: The Lion Sleeps Tonight!!
Romano: Dakota is in trouble!!
Taylor: Adam had to pull out something deep in his bag of tricks to pull this off!
Dakota quickly starts to fade until Card steps in and hits a heel drop on Adam’s head to make him release the hold on Dakota. Valentine orders Card to return to his corner as both legal competitors are on the mat. Both competitors on the outside want a tag.
Taylor: Dakota and Adam are down! Card and Betsy want tags. This could go either way!
Romano: Well, one of them has a bum ankle so good luck with that.
Taylor: I mean, the other was almost choked out so…
Adam starts making his way towards Betsy. Dakota is still gathering her wits. Sanders gets closer. Dakota finally snaps out of her dazed status and dives for a tag to Chris Card. Adam gets closer. Card is in the ring and heads straight for Adam…
BETSY GETS THE TAG!! The crowd goes nuts, while Card swings at Betsy on the outside, but the Impossible Traveler ducks the move and drives a knee into Card’s gut. After a high kick to Card’s head back him up a bit, Betsy does a jaw breaker onto Card from the apron, driving him headfirst into the top rope. Betsy rolls into the ring and tries to get the full nelson locked in for Ich Muss Dich Brechen but Dakota still has enough in the tank to grab Betsy and slam her with a german suplex, which Gabe Valentine was not happy to see.
Taylor: Dakota should have been out of the ring.
Romano: Well, she wasn’t. Too bad. Betsy should have kept an eye on her.
Taylor: She could have won the match right there. Do you know how huge pinning Chris Card could have been for Betsy Granger?
Knowing his partner had his back, Card pulls himself back to his feet before placing a foot on Betsy’s throat and pressing. Valentine starts to order Card to stop but he wasn’t the reason the move stops.
Taylor: Adam Sanders, on a bum ankle, with a dropkick!
Romano: That probably hurt Adam as much as it did Card!
Taylor: Either way, it stopped Card from choking Betsy!
Betsy quickly shakes off the choke and gets to Card’s feet and starts to lock up her finisher, Tuez les étoiles onto the AWF legend. Once the move is locked in, Valentine notices Card’s shoulders are down. Adam realizes this is going on and quickly grabs Dakota in a bear hug, locking in her arms to immobilize her.
ONE!!
TWO!!
THREE!!
DING DING DING
Taylor: HOLY COW!! BETSY DID IT!!
Romano: But, Card is… no, this can’t be!!
Taylor: Betsy Granger just pulled it off!!
Jessie Love: Here are your winners… IMPOSSIBLY AWKWARD!!
Adam releases Dakota before rolling out the ring and starts hobbling a bit to test his ankle a bit on the outside. Chris Card isn’t sure how to react to what just happened. Dakota looks at Card and clearly gestures there was nothing she could have done about it.
Romano: Well, if it wasn’t for Adam stepping in, this wouldn’t have happened.
Taylor: I mean, Betsy could have won earlier if Dakota didn’t step in when she did.
Romano: Either way, go ahead and celebrate that your champion and his friend won. I think we got something going on backstage.
Coming back from the last match, the camera switches to the office of Felix Ziko. Inside of that is the big man himself, Felix Ziko. He's dutifully scribbling down onto a piece of paper. He hears a knock on the door.
Ziko: Go away, Terry. None of these pranks on Copycat aren't even funny... or legal.
The door knocks again.
Ziko: Or if you're Mongo. Go away. Yes, the AWF used to conduct their business in a baseball field. I'm aware of this. You remind me far too often.
The door continues to knock. Without missing a beat, Felix Ziko sighs.
Ziko: Fine. Come in.
In walks the AWF's commissioner, Jackson Steele.
Ziko: ...Why didn't you just walk in?
Steele: Dramatic effect.
Ziko: ...What?
Felix Ziko turns his head to find the camera in front of him, actively rolling.
Ziko: OK, well then what is it?
Steele: You have a visitor.
Ziko: Ok, well then who is it?
Steele: He'd rather not say.
Ziko: ...Why?
Steele: Dramatic effect.
Ziko: I... Ugh... Fine, just bring him in.
Jackson Steele walks out of the room. A few seconds later, we see a familiar face...
Ziko: Mr. Alexander Horton. What a surprise. You've healed up quite nicely.
Horton: Greetings, Mr. Ziko. Well, I did get back to my old self, although it took some time. If you remember, Terry Bradshaw did detonate explosives at me. I'm lucky to be alive.
Ziko: Did you file charges?
Horton: I tried to, but every time I used the address listed on file, Google Maps brings me to a cardboard box with a homeless man inside.
Ziko: And now you've come to find him so you can sue him?
Horton: Well I was going to, but I was persuaded to re-examine the contract that you had with us at the State of Ohio Department of Tourism and I found something interesting.
Felix Ziko leaned forward at the desk.
Ziko: ...What's that?
Horton: Well as you can imagine... With COVID, things have been hard financially. We've had a lot of strain as we've had less production, more unemployment claims, the like. After going through the contract, we found that the Ascension Wrestling Federation actually is owned by The State of Ohio. We need a bit of help here so I think we'll be making off with our investment.
Ziko: ...Investment?
Horton: November 10th, 2017, we made an agreement. You know that better as Prestige 7. Our agreement stated that you cease all the adult activity... The risque themes, the blood matches, all of that. This has been broken time and time again and we've deemed you to be in violation. You will be doing for us what we did for you over three years ago.
Steele: You're going to have Terry Bradshaw attack us with an explosive?
Horton: Funny, but no. We will be garnishing 80% of the AWF's revenues.
Felix Ziko slams his fists on the table.
Ziko: You... WHAT!?
That's when Alexander Horton pulls out a piece of paper.
Horton: There are several copies of this contract, so don't feel you can just eat the paper. The terms are quite clear, but instead in the last time I've skimmed through your history, you've had menaces like Keith Williams and Greg Adkins throwing their perversion all around. You've had matches in actual strip clubs and just two weeks ago, you've had a competition that was described as a Death Match.
Ziko: Well good luck with that, hot shot. You know, we have lawyers too.
Horton: I'm quite aware, and I wouldn't expect such a violent company to go down without a fight. You haven't even attempted negotiation.
Steele: I'll have you know we're a reputable company.
Horton: You're hardly one to talk. You're the reason I was stringent on that no sex aspect of the clause. I know all about your movies, Mr. Steele. Regardless, I think I've made my point quite clear. If I don't gain your cooperation within two weeks, you can expect I'll do more than just ask for 80%. Gentlemen.
With that, Alexander Horton steps out of the room. Jackson Steele and Felix Ziko stare at one another. The show comes to a close.
Live at the Norfolk Scope in Norfolk, VA
4/3/2021
Capacity: 10,253
In Attendance: 1026
The show opens up to the locker room where Copycat is lying down on a bench. He is shuffling around some newspapers on him. He's trying to have it cover him much like how non-homeless people use blankets to cover as much of our body as possible at night. He closes his eyes and immediately start to breathe heavily. He's drifting into sleep and that's when the door bursts open.
Copycat: Ah! Who's there!?
Worker: UPS. You're Copycat, right? You got a delivery.
Copycat: Don't you see I'm in the middle of something!? Visit me at home at another time!
Worker: But... You don't have a home.
Copycat: I have a perfectly good box that I use as my home!
Worker: We... We don't deliver to boxes. In fact, the notes on this order say that... Dododo...
The worker looks down at his shipping notes.
Worker: It says, "You can't deliver this to Copycat because he's a wimp who lives in a box. Give it to him at Prestige."
Copycat: Oh... Well I didn't order anything.
Worker: Look, I have a long shift ahead of me. If you don't like whatever it is, just throw it out. Sign, please.
Copycat: Well okay then.
Copycat takes the pen from the driver and begins to sign for the package. He offers the pen back.
Worker: Ew... Uh... I mean, you can keep the pen.
Copycat: But don't you need it? I think it's a stylus pen. Don't you need to have it for your job.
Worker: Uhhh... No. Really... it's fine.
Copycat: Okay then.
Copycat takes the box and begins to open it. As he slowly finds out that the belt is...
Copycat: The Around The Clock Championship!? I thought that Rob Garcia's belt!
Copycat takes a look further into the box and finds a note along with it.
Copycat: Is this from Ebay? "Congratulations. You are the highest bidder, T322Y B24|)$|=|@\/\// What the heck is that?
Worker: I think I know what this is.
Copycat: You... You do?
Worker: Yeah, it's...
The worker reaches toward his chin and begins pealing off his face to reveal that the face was just a realistic looking mask. The person who the UPS worker really was is...
Copycat: Jordan Cassid-
Before Copycat could finish Jordan Cassidy's name, he shoots forward and clothesline Copycat off of the bench and onto the floor. Jordan Cassidy pins Copycat, and Steve Tyrell, the AWF's Junior Referee, rushes in. He makes the pin count:
...One!
...Two!
...Three!
Tyrell: The new Around The Clock Champion is... Jordan Cassidy!
Taylor: What the heck was that? Was Copycat just the Around The Clock Champion!?
Romano: They did say championships must be won by competition. I guess an eBay bidding war counts. So yeah, Copycat was champion... Well for a good ten seconds or so. Now Jordan Cassidy is champion, and now for the first time ever!
Taylor: Is this really how we're starting Prestige today? With Copycat?
Romano: We actually really have a great show! So if we're starting with Copycat, at least know that this show can only get better. Why describe the show when we can SHOW you what Prestige 68 has to offer you! Let's go!
"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 the XHF Phoenix Championship around his waist. He spits the gum and puts a patch on his arm before stretching and walking to the ring with a purpose. 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 hands over his title belt and cracks his neck waiting for the bell.
Taylor: What a way to begin the show! With the longest reigning XHF Phoenix Champion in history!
Romano: And he has quite the match ahead of him.
'"Hungry Eyes" by Eric Carmen plays as Mad Dog Smith comes to the ring.
Taylor: Mad Dog Smith is in the house! The single hottest wrestler in all of the TGK!
Romano: TGK was a great promotion. They actually won the Golden Fed Award of 2017 and the following year, they joined up with AWF. This is truly a trip down Memory Lane.
Drake's "Enemies" plays as Frankie Webb heads out into the arena. He shoots a quick glance to the fans in the arena and hops a few time. He has sleeveless hood over his head as he slowly makes himself to the ring. He walks toward the ring, displaying a fake err of confidence. 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.
Taylor: Frankie Webb is in the house! He's the XHF Phoenix Champion now!
Romano: And the youngest wrestler in the entire XHF Network history, as long as you don't count obscure entries like a Mountain Goat or Thob.
"Kung Fu Fighting" plays as Xialong runs to the ring, ready to begin the match.
Taylor: Xiaolong is in the house! He's ready to compete!
Romano: He's been working hard, and I think anyone would be a fool to underestimate him.
Tag-Team Match
Aiden Merric / Mad Dog Smith vs. Frankie Webb / Xiaolong
Before the bell rings, Smith and Merric play a quick game of Rock, Paper, Scissors to decide who will enter the match first. Webb politely indicates that Xiaolong should start for their team and referee Greg Valentine rings the bell to start the match. The Little Dragon and the victorious Big Game Hunter move into the middle of the ring, Merric weighing up his reptilian opponent carefully before smashing Xiaolong in the face with a powerful back elbow, The Dragon rears back to lessen the effect of the blow and fires back an elbow of his own, making Aiden grimace. The Australian fires off another bomb with his elbow and Xiaolong again does his best to take the force out of the blow before returning fire with an elbow of his own. Merric grunts audibly and steels himself for one more shot and he rattles the jaw of The Dragon so hard that Xialong wheels away… but uses the momentum to spin through and wind up one of his trademark Rolling Elbows! Merric retreats to his own corner and tags in Mad Dog Smith and Xiaolong does the same, Frankie Webb entering the match.
Taylor: Violent start to the match. Those elbows could take down a less sturdy wrestler.
Romano: Xiaolong knows his martial arts. Aiden Merric knows how to fight. I doubt either of them want to trade holds.
The younger members of their teams hop into the ring. Frankie offers a lock up with The Former Miss XHF (don’t ask) accepts. Webb tries to step through, looking for a modified O Soto Gari but Smith is a wrestler with a lot of savvy and turns out of it, giving Webb a push in the back that sends the Teenage Sensation flying off towards the ropes. Smith drops low, looking for a drop toe hold but Webb has enough about him to know to just over the takedown attempt and head on for the opposite side’s ropes. This time Mad Dog uses his explosive aerial offense to leap for a huracanrana but Webb ducks low and Smith lands on his feet and turns, Webb keeping his momentum up as the teenager hits the ropes once more. Upon Webb’s return he coils up his body like a spring and leaps into the air with a cross body block but self proclaimed The Hottest Bitch on the XHF Network has exactly the same idea and the pair crash into each other. Frankie walks back to his corner and tags in the ever ready Dragon of the Special Administrative Region while Smith waits mid ring.
Taylor: Frankie Webb has a lot of heart and he’s showing that tonight.
Romano: The kid always has a puncher’s chance, even against better trained opponents. Which is, quite frankly, anyone not named Copycat.
Xiaolong hops over the ropes and into the ring, posturing up into his fighting stance but The Motherfucker Of Dragons ain’t gon’ let no Dragon intimidate him. XL fires off a snappy turning Crescent Kick, Smith avoiding having his head taken off by matrix bridging back and letting the kick sail above him. The last true King of Spin wheels round after the miss and goes for a sweep off his trailing leg and Smith sharply skips out of the way like he was jumping rope. The Little Dragon spins back up to a kneeling postiton and fires off a double palm strike that connects with both hands and sends Smith reeling backwards towards his corner. Aiden Merric tags himself in as Xiaolong stays in pose, on one knee, palms extended.
Taylor: Xiaolong looks like someone has lit a fire under him tonight!
Romano: Xiaolong looks like he’s just thrown a ball of fire at his opponent.
Steely gaze fixed on the Little Dragon, Merric steps through the ropes. Xiaolong again adopts his fighting stance and he is like an unmoving rock as Merric walks up to him. Firing off a chop with lashings of extra snap to it, Xiaolong aims to welt up Merric’s chest with a single blow but Merric is prepared, drops his shoulder and takes the Dragon over with a snatch of the chopping arm and a Seoi Nage that makes Frankie Webb’s, as a student of judo, eyes pop out in shock. Xiaolong knows his martial arts, however, and rolls through, getting back to his feet and further away as Merric fires off a chop of his own, neck height. Before the man from the East can walk back towards his Autralian opponent Mad Dog Smith sees how close Xialong is to an unfriendly corner and kidney punches him through the ropes.
Taylor: That’s not a knife… that’s outside interference!
Romano: Not as catchy phrased like that.
Merric sees Xiaolong slump forwards and back up so he can rush in and connect his knee flush with the front of Xiaolong’s mask. The Dragon slumps backwards and Merric nods at Mad Dog who hops down from the ring apron. The Confuser and The Big Game Hunter work together to pull Xiaolong’s body backwards so his head is draped off the apron. Smith backs up to create some room and runs forwards, raising his boot to connect with XL’s exposed head. Merric steps out of the ring himself as Frankie Webb is apoplectic in his corner, angry with the illegal double team. Gabe Valentine goes over to check on the teenager’s objections. The Motherfucker of Dragons grabs a tight inverted facelock on Xiaolong and drags his body backwards so only calves and feet are left dangling on the ring apron and Merric takes a run up from his own corner… BEFORE XIAOLONG GETS HIT WITH A SUSPENDED INVERTED DDT FROM MAD DOG SMITH AND A DIVING KNEE DROP FROM MERRIC AT THE SAME TIME!
Taylor: MY GOD that was brutal. The way Xiaolong’s neck snapped backwards there.
Romano: Brutal but effective. You can make friends or you can win wrestling matches. Doing both at once? Not the easiest course to chart.
Lifting Xiaolong’s body up, Merric grabs the Dragon’s arm and slings him at the corner post, shoulder first. Gabe Valentine finally gets done arguing with the headstrong Webb and goes over to command the competitors return to the ring. Merric obliges, slinging the Little Dragon back in under the bottom rope as Mad Dog raises his arms in a gesture of, “I didn’t do anything.” A sinister grin crosses the face of Merric as he plants his boot on the chest of Xiaolong, posing like the hunter he is over a fresh kill…
ONE!
TWO!
THR. NO! XIAOLONG KICKS OUT!
Taylor: How is Xiaolong even still in this match?
Romano: Lackadaisical cover. Merric has this thing wrapped up.
Merric walks away and cocks his fist, making sure his Draconian opposition is well in his sights. He waits, patiently lining up his shot as Xiaolong stands, groggy from the assault on him. Merric rears back and POUNCES, arcing his fist right down into Xiaolong’s masked head. The Dragon drops to the mat and Merric decides a more forecful cover is needed this time…
ONE!
TWO!
THRE… NO! XIAOLONG KICKS OUT!
Taylor: STUN GUN! THAT HAD TO BE IT!
Romano: Xiaolong has a lot of fight in him. I’ll give him credit for that.
Frustrated, fuming, Aiden Merric angrily tags out to Mad Dog Smith who has positioned himself in the corner. The Confuser stands on the ring apron and, using the top rope for leverage, slings himself into the ring, flipping into a beautiful Senton Atómico… AND XIAOLONG ROLLS OUT OF THE WAY! The Dragon desperately heads for his own corner and reaches out but The Mad Dog grabs at his leg, stopping The Little Dragon from reaching out… BUT XIAOLONG CONTROTS HIS BODY INTO AN IMPROVISED CORKSCREW FRONT KICK THAT FIRES SMITH ACROSS THE RING! XIAOLONG DIVES FOR THE CORNER AND TAGS IN WEBB!
Taylor: TAG MADE! TAG MADE! FRANKIE WEBB IS IN!
Frankie Webb is a HOUSE OF FIRE! He hops the ropes into the ring! Mad Dog runs straight for Webb… PUNCH FOR MAD DOG FLOORS HIM! Merric, who hasn’t had a chance to get out of the ring yet, charges in himself… PUNCH FOR MERRIC FLOORS HIM! Mad Dog heads in again… FRANKIE STEPS THROUGH INTO AN O SOTO GARI ON MAD DOG AND THEN KIPS UP OUT OF IT! Merric comes in, full head of steam and stretches his arm out…
Taylor: CONTRACT FULFILLED!
BUT FRANKIE DUCKS THE LARIAT ATTEMPT! HE PUSHES MERRIC IN THE BACK AS MERRIC HEADS PAST HIM AND AS MERRIC COMES BACK OFF THE ROPES, FRANKIE LIFTS HIM INTO A FIREMAN’S CARRY AND FALLS BACKWARDS!
Taylor: NO! WEBB DROP! WEBB DROP! WEBB DROP!
Frankie Webb hooks the leg…
NO COUNT! Gabe Valentine tells Frankie that it’s Mad Dog that’s the legal man! Frankie exchanges words with the AWF’s senior official…
...BUT MAD DOG SMITH SNEAKS UP BEHIND WITH A FLASH CRADLE!
ONE!
TWO!
Merric plays defense to stop Xiaolong from re-entering to break up the pin…
THREE!
Jessie Love: The winners of the match, by pinfall, MAAAAAAD DOOOOOOOG SMIIITH AND AIDEN MEEEEEEEERIIIIIIIIIIIC!
Backstage all seems quiet. No one is in this particular part of the Norfolk Scope. But then, coming from the side we see a plastic barrel of a toy shotgun, followed by Tasmin Richards. Dressed as cartoon legend Elmer Fudd. She takes elongated “quiet” steps and looks around before stopping and coming face to face with her manager and friend, Eddie Walker.
Walker: Tas…..what are you doing now?
His arms are folded over his chest, he lets out a small sigh as Tasmin walks around Eddie before placing her finger to her lips and shushing him.
Richards: Be vewy vewy quiet. I’m hunting a widdle Cassidy.
Eddie blinks a few times as Tasmin goes about looking behind doors, under tables and even, weirdly, in a trash bin that wouldn’t even fit the current Around the clock champion.
Walker: I don’t think the Revs have even arrived yet, you might need to wait somewhere or come up with another plan of attack.
Tasmin makes a face and holds the toy shotgun in her hands before shaking her head.
Richards: So...I wasted my time with all this...and those?
She points to the wall, where there is a “Widdle Cassidy Hunting Season” sign. Eddie looks as if he has no idea what to say, his jaw dropping.
Richards: This makes me sad….
Walker: When...when did you have time to put all those up?
Richards: I got here super early. Gotta put effort in Uncle Eddie…
She turns and walks away with her head down. Disappointed Tasmin is Disappointed. Eddie throws his hands in the air and rips the poster down before looking up to find another one behind it, this time with Keith Williams picture on it reading “KEITH SEASON”. Eddie rips that down to reveal another Jordan one.
Walker: ...HOW MANY OF THESE DID SHE PUT UP?!?!
Poppy electronic beats hit the sound system of the arena as “Hypa Hypa” by Eskimo Callboy begins to play. The lights surrounding the stage strobe blue and pink alternating colors with the beat as the rest darken almost completely. With the beat, Kallie Reznik appears from underneath the curtain, her arms behind her as she skips to the center of the stage. In her hair, she wears a pair of sequined Minnie Mouse ears and a white jacket over her ring attire. A bright, innocent smile paints her face as she sings along to the lyrics of the song, swaying side to side, bopping with it as she meets eyes with some of the fans in attendance.
♫HYPA HYPA, YOU’RE PRETTY AND I LIKE YA
MOVE YOUR BODY, GIRL, ALL NIGHT LONG
HYPA HYPA, YOU’RE PRETTY AND I LIKE YA
YOU’RE GONNA BE MY GIRL ALL NIGHT LONG♫
At the end of the phrase, Kallie turns her body and sightly, pops her hip out and raises her hand with a silly peace symbol held in it as she winks flirtatiously just as the heavier guitar riffs of the theme begins. With a grin, she begins to skip down to the ring, stopping to high five a couple of younger female fans along the way. She picks a special younger girl as she reaches the bottom of the ramp and takes the Minnie Mouse ears off her head, placing them on the head of the girl before she runs and slides under the ring.
♫ YOU ARE MY DRUG
YOU'RE EVERYTHING I WANT
I WOULD GIVE MY SOUL FOR A GIRL LIKE YOU AT ONCE
PUT YOUR HANDS UP
WELL, LET ME SEE YOU SHAKE YOUR HIPS ♫
Keeping at that run, Kallie rushes forward and grabs the top rope, slingshotting the rest of her body underneath it and sitting on the second rope, letting it bounce her up and down as she grins at the crowd, raising a hand in the air. The crowd pops happily for her, before she bounces herself off and begins to head for her corner, taking her ring jacket off and then leaning into the turnbuckle, grasping the ropes with both hands and testing the tension as her music fades out.
Taylor: Kallie Reznik - of everyone to fight in our Super Scramble at Road to Victory, she was the one who came out with the most amount of wins.
Romano: She is extremely formidable warrior, but can she handle sleazy? We'll find out right now.
“Guttertrash” Greg Adkins walks out from the back while grabbing onto his big package. He walks halfway down the aisle before stopping to kiss a buxom fan (and coping a feel). He laughs after she smacks him and he heads down to the ring.
Taylor: Greg Adkins! Why he was allowed back... or even in the first place, I'll never know.
Romano: Well, the nicest thing I can say about him is that no one can psych him out. He also never ceases to surprise me.
Singles Match
Kallie Reznik vs. Greg Adkins
Gabe Valentine stands between the two competitors as Jessie Love leaves the ring. Kallie Reznik bounces from the ball of one foot to another, Greg motions to Gabe to bring on the final checks.
Taylor: Some would say that Adkins had an unorthodox to his approach in preparing for this match.
Romano: Sometimes you have to read between the lines, I viewed it as a way to try and get under the skin of his opponent before the match began.
Taylor: One look at Kallie tells you that he might well have gotten under her skin but will that prove to weaken or strengthen her resolve to win tonight?
Valentine begins to check the boots of Adkins but is interrupted by Greg grabbing the hand of the referee and pulling it to his trunks. The cameras catch the absolute contempt on Kallie’s face at the motion. A cut shows Greg winking at a Valentine who looks like he wants to throw the match out there and then. Heading over to the opposite corner, Reznik is only too eager to get the checks out of the way and let the match begin.
Taylor: The mind games continue?
Romano: Adkins saw first-hand what a focused and motivated Reznik can do. He has a few more years in-ring experience, he knows what he’s doing...
Satisfied, the bell is signalled for and the match begins.
Taylor: We’re about to find out.
The competitors rush in, Reznik looks for a high-kick but Guttertrash ducks and catches her in a waist-lock.
Romano: He got the jump there!
As his hands rise up her body Kallie can be seen to look visibly more pissed and quickly snaps the hand away from her body and follows up with a pointed elbow to the arm of Adkins. The strike bows him over and is quickly joined by a follow-up strike.
Taylor: He’d do well to remember that Reznik not only got the most falls at Road to Victory but she also can methodically break down an opponent like a chef with a carcass!
Letting out a cry of pain, Adkins is in no place to stop Reznik’s assault. She ducks under the arm and twists it around once more before dropping a leg over the top of it to take them to the mat.
Romano: She’s spent her life studying the sweet science, Adkins would be a fool to overlook that!
Kallie looks to grab the arm of Adkins.
Taylor: REZNIK LOOKING TO LOCK IN A KIMURA?
Sensing the immediate peril he’s in, Adkins quickly rolls forward and plants a leg on the bottom rope to escape the threat.
Romano: Adkins showing his experience inside the squared-circle with great ring awareness on display!
Before Valentine can start a count, Kallie backs away and stands, ready to continue once the referee is satisfied.
Taylor: Kallie backs off but that stance tells me she’s only working out how to follow it up!
Adkins uses the ropes to get back to his feet. Reznik goes to grab the head of Guttertrash but is met with a snug uppercut which is quickly backed up by a rake to the eyes. Reznik’s hands go to her face which gives her opponent an invitation to lift her and bodyslam her to the mat.
Romano: We saw Greg nearly pull off the upset when he faced off against Williams. That night he exploited small pockets to the fullest, can he go one further against Kallie?
Grabbing the leg of his opponent, Adkins starts to lay boots into the knee of Reznik. He lands one, then another, HE SLIPS A TOE PUNT TO THE CROTCH IN!
Taylor: Adkins showing off that drunken brawling that he’s built his career on!
Romano: You want to compete with anyone? Level the field!
Taylor: He needs to make sure he puts her away quickly, he’s just adding to the list of reasons Reznik will want to make an example of him!
Unsighted, Valentine can see now wrong until Adkins grabs his opponent in a goose-grip to lift her up!
Romano: Double-down!
Gabe starts to read the riot act but Reznik is already delivering her own form of justice in the shape of a boot to the midsection. Catching the Guttermouth as he drops down, Kallie gets a leg up...ENZIGURI!!!
Taylor: Whilst she might be young in years in her career, Kallie is cementing the enziguri as a cornerstone of her offense, what can she do tonight from here?
She drops down for a cover…
ONE…
TW-
ADKINS GETS AN ARM UP AND FISH-HOOKS REZNIK!!
Romano: Talking of cornerstones!
Taylor: Gabe isn’t going to stand for that!
Valentine starts the count…
ONE…
Adkins forces his opponent to her feet
TWO....
He yanks Reznik towards him and lifts her up...FRONT-FALLING SUPLEX!!
Taylor: Reznik bounces off the mat!
Keeping the run going, he swipes his boot across the face of Kallie, sending her onto her back.
Romano: Adkins catches her on the volley!
Using her hair for leverage, Adkins yanks her to her feet and sends her to the corner...HE SPLASHES HER...THEN LICKS HER FOR GOOD MEASURE!!
Taylor: Patented splash from Greg!
The full horror of what just transpired has dawned on Reznik but Adkins is moving to his next step in his attack, he scoops her up and the camera catches the moment where his grip becomes totally unorthodox on Reznik’s face. She battles against the grip and slides down the back of Adkins...GERMAN SUPLEX INTO THE TURNBUCKLE!!!
Romano: That’s going to change the momentum in any match!
Rolling to her feet, Reznik builds into a sprint and DRIVES A KNEE INTO THE FACE OF ADKINS!
Taylor: Reznik is eschewing the more measured approach and trying to make an example of Adkins!
Romano: Adkins can drunken brawl with the best of them, is she stepping into a trap?
Turning her back on her opponent, she reaches a few steps out from the corner and lands a BASEBALL SLIDE DROPKICK!!!
Taylor: So far, she’s avoided any pitfalls!
Adkins tries to get out from the corner but limply rolls...REZNIK LEAPS ONTO THE TOP ROPE, SPLIT-LEGGED MOONSAULT!!
Taylor: SPLIT THE STYX!!
ONE…
TW…
THIS TIME ADKINS TAKES A TRADITIONAL APPROACH AND KICKS OUT!
Romano: A shoulder up when it counts!
Reznik’s urge to continue her offense compels her to lift Adkins back to his feet and unleash a quick flurry of forearm shots, each one sending Greg a step back until he hits the ropes.
Taylor: He’s going to need to do more than delay the inevitable...
Gripping the wrist tightly, she backs him against the ropes and whips him...reversal...ADKINS CHARGES WITH A CLOTHESLINE THAT FLOORS REZNIK!
Romano: That levelled Reznik! Did she get too comfortable or underestimate him?
Greg hesitates for a moment, the blows from his opponent taking effect. He pulls her to her feet and bends her over…
Taylor: Adkins could be going for the finish…
Romano: He’s got her set-up for the Overdose...
HE LIFTS HER UP….SHE ROLLS WITH THE MOMENTUM...REWIND RANA!
Taylor: SHE PULLS IT BACK INTO HER HANDS!
The crowd sense what’s coming as she rolls to the apron and looks to them before leaping to the top turnbuckle...ECLIPSE!!
Taylor: THREADS OF THE MORAI!!!!
She covers…
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!!
Jessie Love: The winner of this match, as a result of pinfall...KALLIE...REZNIK!!
We find ourselves backstage yet again. We see AWF’s own Kallie Reznik looking over the different food options, she reaches forward and picks up a strawberry, she chomps into it nodding happily before turning around and coming face to face with a bald man, dressed in a black suit, with leather gloves and a red tie. And, a barcode tattoo on the back of his neck.
Reznik: Oh sorry, I...wait. Tasmin?
And sure enough. It isn’t a bald man, it’s Tasmin Richards with a bald cap.
Richards: 47…
Reznik: Sorry?
Richards: Agent 47….have you seen my target?
She holds up a picture of Copycat, with a red target drawn over his face. Kallie blinks a few times and shakes her head.
Reznik: Nah Ta-....47. I haven’t seen him, but then again I don’t really make it a habit of actually looking for those guys…..hope you find him though.
Tasmin looks down and sighs, she takes off the bald cap, her long blue and blonde hair flows down and she reaches in her jacket putting plastic replicas of 47’s trademark silenced silver ballers down onto the table as well as what looks to be a pair of brass knuckles and...a garotte?. She then turns and walks away leaving Kallie who just looks down at the weapons with a raised eyebrow.
Reznik: What was she planning?!?!?!!?
The ReVenants are sauntering to the gorilla position, the finest clothing adorns their frames as they follow Neo's lead as he's ready to begin his match. Keith is busy eyeballing a lady when Neo makes a complete stop, Rob Garcia and Jeff Noon stopping as Neo holds an arm out to stop Keith and get his attention.
NJC: "You know what gents...if we all show up there, that's exactly the kind of thing The JitterGOON will expect, but you know what? I'm not about giving him.what he EXPECTS! I'm going to go out there and give him what he deserves! The ass beating of the century! I'm Neo James Carner, I can handle this twerp! How about this."
Neo pulls out a wad of cash, mostly hundreds but there's a twenty and a five in there if ya really look.
NJC: "Go buy the most expensive champagne you can find. Put it on ice, this won't take long."
Neo thrusts the wad of cash into Jeff Noon's hands as he throws up a V hand gesture to his fellow ReVs.
NJC: "It's time to REV IT UP!"
Neo bellows loudly as the other ReVenants shoot em the hand V's and Neo smirks.
NJC: "Trust me when I say this will be the LAST time anyone ever remembers the name…"
Neo rubs his chest like he's some kind of Goldust impersonator.
NJC: "Jitterman."
The ReVenants all share in a boisterous laughter as they bump knuckles and Neo enters through the backstage curtain to make his entrance for the match at hand.
We find ourselves ringside with Taylor and Romano.
Taylor: Neo displaying some of that arrogance and cockiness before the match.
Romano: The former two time XHF Phoenix Champion AND two time AWF United States champion thinks very highly of himself.
Taylor: "That may be true, but you can't count out the Jitterman who has been on an impressive run here."
D.R.U.G.S. "King I Am" starts blaring over the PA System as the match looks ready to start up. Unfortunately some time rolls by and there isn't any arrival of Neo James Carner.
Romano: "That's peculiar, we just saw Neo walk through the curtain..he should be…"
Taylor: "Just getting word, the two have started fighting in the backstage area!!"
The camera cuts to the gorilla position where Neo James Carner and The Jitterman aren't waiting for any entrances or introductions!!
NJC: "DIDN'T SEE THIS COMING DID YOU YA SPOOKY LITTLE BITCH! SNEAK ATTACK! YOU CAN'T RUN FROM ME!"
Singles Match
Neo James Carner vs. The Jitterman
Neo and Jitterman are pelting each other with a barrage of fists and piston punches as they push each other into catering tables and knock over TV Monitors. Neo James Carner is like a vicious pitbull trying to maul anyway he can at Jitterman, trying to claw his eyes out through the mask.
Romano: "My lord! We gotta get some help back there, this is supposed to be a match!"
Neo is playing the role of aggressor as he throws punch after punch into the rib cage of the massive six foot nine Jitterman. The blows seem to stun Jitterman as he takes a knee, Neo runs to deliver a Neo-Symphoknee but Jitterman hoists Neo up into the air and then slams Neo into the catering table with enough force Ron Simmons would scream DAMN! if he was here.
Romano: "My GOD! Neo has just been sent into that table!"
Taylor: "All that good catering! Wasted!!"
Jitterman pushes his hair out of his masked face as he stands towering over Neo who coughs and writhes in the pile of food and splintered wood. Jitterman grabs Neo's skull, gripping a handful of hair and rips Neo up to his feet. Neo is groaning as he tries to fight, but the Jitterman is too powerful!! Jitterman slowly pulls Neo towards the curtain and then throws him through spilling Neo onto the stage of the entrance area! Neo slowly drags himself on his hands and knees as he tries to crawl down the ramp towards the ring.
Romano: "This match isn't even official underway but these men are already beating the living tar out of each other!"
Like a horror movie villain Jitterman slowly saunters behind Neo who's now made it ringside, trying to crawl up the steps. Jitterman is hovering close behind as he grabs Neo's ankle and goes to yank him off the steel steps.
Taylor: "Seems Neo's words and mind games have only served to make the giant angry. He isn't here to play games with Neo!"
Jitterman gives Neo's leg a tug but Neo manages to spin around and hit a flying enzuigiri to the side of Jitterman's head knocking the macabre giant for a loop! Jitterman wobbles as Neo thrusts a boot into Jitterman's stomach doubling the giant over the steel steps. Neo jumps up onto the apron and then springboards off the ring ropes and MUSHROOM STOMPS JITTERMAN'S FACE INTO THE STEEL STEPS!!
Romano: "Holy shit!!!"
Neo awkwardly spills onto the ringside floor as he tries to collect his barings. Jitterman is crumbled in a heap atop the steel stairs as Neo wobbles up to his feet trying to show everyone he isn't really hurt but doing a terrible job of it.
Taylor: Neo is up to a vertical base, he's still a little worse for wear going through that table."
Romano: "Now he's coming over here."
Neo comes over and rips Taylor's headset off and puts it on himself.
NJC: "Romano! Did you see what I did to that piece of trash! Bell hasn't even rung and I've already got him down! Keep watching Romano, I'm going to take this guy out in seconds when that bell rings! Let's get an official out here! Tell those STOOGES in the back we're ready to get this match STARTED! Haha!"
Neo rips the headset off and throws it at Taylor as he shoves a ringside staff member off of a chair and claims it for himself. Folding the chair up Neo walks over to the Jitterman and slams the chair across the back of Jitterman's neck!
Romano: "NJITTERMAN MOVES OUT OF THE WAY!"
Neo slams the chair across the steel steps and rattles him into releasing the chair! Jitterman quickly rolls to his feet as Neo stumbles around trying to return sensation to his hands. Jitterman rushes forward and goes for the Running Big Boot!!
Taylor: "Lights OUT! LIGHTS OUT FROM JITTERMAN!!"
Neo wisely ducks out of the way as Jitterman hangs his boot up on the apron, Neo quickly kicks at the knee and sends Jitterman back down to the ground!!
Romano: "A chance for reprieve for Jitterman but Neo wildly dodges that one."
Neo slaps his finger against his temple to show the world how big his brain is. Neo slowly rolls into the ring and starts waving his hand to the stage area for a referee. There's no response as nobody comes running down as Neo growls in frustration. Rolling back out to the ringside area. Neo throws a couple stiff stomps to Jitterman's skull, gripping a handful of hair and attempts to lift the leviathan to a vertical base. Alas the task is a chore as Neo doesn't have the strength to lift the massive deadweight of The Jitterman.
Taylor: "Jitterman is far too heavy for Neo to lift up, getting him up is proving difficult for The ReVenant."
Jitterman is up to his knees when he snaps to life and thrusts a hand across Neo's throat with a tight grip!
Romano: "Jitterman has sprung back to life!"
Neo is flailing his arms about trying to break the hold but Jitterman has him in his grasp!! Neo flails as his face is turning red and purple! Jitterman thrusts Neo under the bottom rope and crawls after him, never releasing his grip! The two stand in the center of the ring as Jitterman chokeslam lifts Neo into the air into a fireman's carry position, Jitterman throws Neo off his shoulders and drives NJC's neck into the mat with a Death Valley Driver.
Taylor: "Neo is down! What a Death Valley Driver!"
Jitterman is rocking back and forth in the fetal position on the mat as he slaps his face and rolls out of the squared circle. Looking under the ring apron Jitterman pulls out a giant plastic paint bucket with a lid on it, softly caressing the bucket tenderly as he tosses it into the ring.
Taylor: "Jitterman has brought a bucket out, what is going on?"
Romano: "What's in the bucket!?"
Jitterman rolls into the ring after his bucket as he slowly circles the container. Ripping off the lid to reveal the contents of the bucket.
Taylor: " My God! Roaches! The bucket is full of cockroaches!"
Romano: "By God! That's awful! Horrible! That has no business being here!!"
Jitterman grabs Neo by the hair and yanks him over to the bucket like a savage caveman. Neo looks into the bucket and starts yelling like a scalded dog. Jitterman tries shoving Neo's face into the bucket but Carner clasps his hands onto the edge of the bucket to stop it from happening!
Romano: "Neo still showing signs of life!!"
Neo throws a vicious elbow into Jitterman's undercarriage, a low blow.
Taylor: "Neo with a blatant low blow! Horrible!"
Romano: "The bell hasn't even rung! This isn't a match! It's two men who hate each other beating the crap out of one another!"
Neo gets up to his feet and throws a vicious kick to the gut of Jitterman! The blow sends Jitterman doubling over clenching his gut as Neo rushes to the nearby corner, jumping up onto every set of ropes and springboards off the top rope with a Triple Jump Moonsault!
Romano: "Holy Hell! Triple Jump Moonsault! I've never seen Neo James Carner do that before!"
Jitterman returns to a vertical base and catches NEO MID AIR!
Taylor: "The high risk move didn't work! Jitterman has Neo up on his shoulder!"
Jitterman quickly twists Neo on his shoulder onto his back and has him in a crucifix hold like he was gonna send Neo on the Razors Edge. Neo is kicking his feet trying to free himself as Jitterman drives Neo into the ground with a Crucifix Powerbomb.
Taylor: "CRUCIFIX! CRUCIFIX! NEO IS DOWN WITH THE CRUCIFIX!!"
Romano: "Wait! Is that a referee!?"
A zebra striped referee comes running out from the back after Neo hits the canvas. Jitterman doesn't waste a moment's notice as he rips Neo off the ground back to his feet dead legged.
Taylor: "Neo is dead on his feet!!"
The referee slides into the ring as Jitterman holds Neo up by his hair, dangling him like a carrot. The referee asks Jitterman if he's good to compete, and then Neo who Jitterman forces to nod his head like a puppet. The referee seems easily convinced or threatened Jitterman will beat him up if he doesn't ring the bell.
Taylor: "Neo is out! This match is officially getting started!!"
Romano: "Neo is out though!"
--DING DING--
Jitterman hooks his arm across Neo's chest and then snaps into the Reverse Swinging STO driving Neo's face RIGHT INTO THE MAT SPIKING HIM!
Romano: "Pray Time! Neo James Carner has just eaten the Pray time!!"
Jitterman gets up to his knees and places a single hand on Neo's chest right over his heart as the referee counts the pin.
...ONE
...TWO
...THREE!!!!
--DING DING--
Taylor: "That's got to be a new record! Six seconds, Neo James Carner was defeated in six seconds!!"
Romano: "Jitterman just pinned a former two time United States AND Phoenix Champion! The record books won't show that brawl beforehand, just the result! Jitterman just etched his name in the history books here!"
Jitterman's music hits over the PA system as he slowly saunters over to the bucket of cockroaches and picks it up.
Jessie Love: "Here is your winner, THE JITTTTTTERRRRRRMAAANNNN!!"
Hoisting it above Neo's face he begins dumping the insects ALL OVER NEO'S FACE! Neo's face is dumped in a sea of skittering creatures that hiss and crawl across Neo's face Jitterman puts a foot firmly on Neo's chest and hoists a hand high above his head in a victorious proclamation.
Taylor: "What a moment for Jitterman! He just sent a DOMINATING message to the entire locker room! He bested Neo James Carner's sneak attack and came out the winner despite all the tricks!"
Adam Sanders moves down the hallway towards the male locker room, he turns and stops right before the door before slowly turning as we see Tasmin Richards, dressed as an assassin from the Assassins Creed franchise. She is sitting on a bench, her hood pulled over her head.
Sanders: Babe...what are you doing?
Tasmin turns to see Adam and sighs heavily before flipping the hood back.
Richards: How did you see me? I was blending in!
Sanders: Uh, you were the only one on the bench...
Tasmin lets out a loud audible sigh and shakes her head.
Sanders: Why were you “blending” in anyway?
Richards: I’ve been looking everywhere for Jordan, I thought I’d stalk out the male locker room and wait, but I haven’t seen him.
Adam looks the other way and points.
Sanders: The Revs usually hang out by themselves...last I saw they were that way.
Tasmins eyes widen, she bounces up and down and kisses Adam on the cheek.
Richards: My hero!...
She turns to run that way and Adam just smiles before yelling
Sanders: HEY TAS!...keep that costume...for later….
She smiles and winks before pushing the large doors open.
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, her hands curled into fists at her sides... and the AWF United States Championship around her waist. 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. 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. 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, the Oncoming Storm removing her title and handing it to a production assistant for safekeeping.
Taylor: Here we are! We're getting into the big matches and now, we have the NEW AWF United States Champion!
Romano: Let's not forget. Erin Gordon defeated Neo James Carner at Road to Victory in a VERY big way. Defeating a ReVenant is always big news, and she has done well to earn her position.
Turn To Stone by Joe Walsh fills the arena as the lights dim and a single spotlight illuminates the stage. Out from the curtain steps Cross Recoba, a titanium cane with a golden lion's head handle in one hand, touching the crucifix with the other. The HCW Diamond title is draped over his shoulder. The crowd responds with a chorus of boo's for The Fox while Cross uses the handle of the cane to push his shag hair cut from his face, flicking his head back confidently as he grins out at the audience obnoxiously. He holds up the cane that has caused so much trouble in the past to an even more venomous response from the fans, and he begins down the ramp still holding it aloft.
Jessie Love: "Coming to the ring, sttanding at six foot one and one inch, and weighing in at 230 pounds, hailing from New York, New York. and the self-proclaimed 'Box Office Smash of AWF'..... , 'THE FOX' CROSS RECOBBBAAA!!"
Recoba reaches ringside and holds the lions head handle of the cane up to his lips and kisses it for luck. He sets the cane to rest against the ring steps and then climbs them up onto the apron, and with a wipe of his feet slips between the ropes. He pops up with both hands out at his side, walking forward as if putting his glory on display, and delivers an over-exaggerated bow that causes the fans to crow even louder in disdain. Cross stands to his full height and smirks, stepping over to the far corner to await the beginning of the match.
Taylor: Cross Recoba is coming off a win from Chris Card at Road to Victory, but I won't say he's riding high.
Romano: He's starving for a win that he can actually be proud of. This is what he's looking to get from today's match against the champ!
Singles Match
Erin Gordon vs. Cross Recoba
The bell rings, with Senior Referee Gabe Valentine presiding over the match. Both Cross Recoba and Erin Gordon stand opposite one another as they consider how to approach one another. The two circle around one another within the ring to kind of get a good feel for each other. Suddenly, Cross makes a sudden charge for Erin. He's going for a single leg take down, but Erin drops down to sprawl over Cross. Thing is, she's more of a brawler than a Greco-Roman or a Freestyle wrestler so it's not quite in muscle memory yet. He gets the take down and brings the AWF United States Champion to her back. He immediately gets up. Erin tries to get up as well but Cross is quick to drop down with an elbow. Erin tries to recover, but Cross is immediately on her and not letting go. He brings Erin up to her feet and immediately starts going after her with uppercuts. He brings Erin to the corner. At this point, Erin is beginning to breathe heavily.
Taylor: Erin Gordon just won this belt at Road to Victory and she took it from Neo James Carner. She may not be defending it, but she's certainly having her hands full.
Romano: Well what do you expect? It's Cross Recoba. If you're going to lose a match to someone, you aren't going to lose street cred by losing to him.
Recoba shoots his shoulder into the stomach of Erin Gordon. And he does it for a second time! And a third! He goes for a fourth, but Erin slams her hands down on the upper back of her opponent. He turns around and tries to double over. Erin takes the moment of jumping to the second rope while continuing to face him. She then effortlessly jumps up to the top of the turnbuckle, going after him with a flying axe handle! But Cross Recoba catches her mid-air and then slamming her BACK into the turnbuckle. The slam was reminiscent of a spinebuster. Upon impact, the actual spit from Erin's mouth shoots from her mouth. Erin slumps to the mat. Cross Recoba turns around and raises his hand up high. He goes to the adjacent turnbuckle and steps out of the ring, but still onto the apron. He faces Erin and begins to pick up speed.
Taylor: Cassius... CASSIUS. WHAT'S HE DOING?
Romano: He's looking to end the match early! The over the top rope, rope dodging dropkick! Cross calls it The Million Lira Dropkick!
Taylor: ERIN! WHAT'S OU-
But it's too late. Despite the cries from Tommy Taylor, Cross Recoba jumps over the ropes and hits the move! ...But Erin Gordon leaps out of the way! Cross crashes and burns! His face does better at describing the pain more than words ever could.
Taylor: Erin Gordon just caught a LUCKY break there!
Romano: I'm sure she'd argue that it's all skill. Either way, she has a chance to go on the offense.
That she does. Erin Gordon has climbed back to her feet and smacks the dirt off her ring shorts. She walks over to Cross Recoba and the first thing she does is SLAPS CROSS RECOBA ACROSS THE FACE! It certainly adds up with the rest of the pain. Next, Erin grabs her boot and begins to stomp a mud hole through the ass off her opponent. Cross is making an X with his arms, protecting his movie star face. But much like a movie star, Erin is attacking Cross as if he was the villain. Now he's the one to bring her to her feet and throws him against the ropes. Cross is able to reverse the flow, and this sends Erin against the ropes. As she comes back from ropes, her velocity skyrockets. She actually surprises Cross with how she slingshots out. As she approaches Cross, she slams Cross with a Lou Thesz press. Cross hits the floor. Erin immediately starts with the punches, and she DOES. NOT. LET. UP.
Taylor: Cassius, just check Erin out! She's kicking ass!
Romano: Well they just don't give AWF United States Champions to just anyone.
Cross is trying to block himself, but Erin uses his arm to block the incoming arms as she strives to get every last inch toward the finish line. Cross Recoba keeps fighting to block until he starts bucking his hips to get enough space away. Of course, it's difficult when your opponent gets the mount position. After enough tries, Cross uses his feet to shoot Erin forward. He slides himself from underneath. He's out! Erin gets up. She turns around. BOOM! Just like that, Cross strikes her down with a Ranhei! He keeps her in the hold for the pin count:
...One!
...Two!
...Kickout!
Taylor: It looks like they're all just slowly wearing each other down!
Romano: Yes, but I can't imagine either of them having much more steam. Cross Recoba just regained control too.
Cross Recoba looks down at Erin. He wipes the sweat from his brow. Suddenly, he begins to smile. An idea crosses through that noggin of his. He grabs the legs of Erin Gordon and begins to twist and manipulate them. The fans begin to get loud. They know exactly what's to come.
Taylor: Wait! This is the standing Boston Crab! He calls it Gardibaldi's Guillotine! No one's ever gotten out of there before!
Romano: There is a saying that rules are made to be broken. Could Erin be the first or will she fall like all the rest?
However, the commentator team is counting their eggs before they hatch. Erin is budging. She's fighting, and hunching her body so that she cannot turn over. Cross is fighting. Erin's body is going red. She's obviously fighting with every fiber of her being not to let herself be turned over and allowing the Gardibaldi's Guillotine to fully kick in. She then, with every ounce of her strength, uses her amazing abs to lift the top half of her body up to Cross. Her opponent, Recoba, notices this and recognizes an attempted DDT reversal so he postures back. To the contrary, she has other plans in mind. She uses Cross' weight distribution against him. She slips her legs out and pushes herself to the forward and side so that Cross can be guided down this way. Yes! It's a small package! Cross is kicking out, but is having difficulty getting his shoulder off as Erin's putting all the weight and strength she can to block it. Gabe Valentine slides in for the pin count!
...One!
...Two!
...THREE!
The bell rings.
Jessie Love: Here is your winner of the match - ERIN GORDON!
Taylor: Erin did it! She got the win!
Romano: She basically had to trick her way to win. It was her only defense against Cross' unbreakable Gardibaldi's Guillotine. This was a close match for both competitors and their efforts ought to be recognized.
Somewhere in the darkness, maybe nowhere, The Jitterman’s hulking form steps through the mists that largely obscure the vision of the viewer. A flash of white marks the movement of his mask, his black clad body merely a formless shape in the inky black. Suddenly, he stops, his silent pace and heavy breath interrupted by another figure, smaller, porcelain white skinned with thick lines of scarlet and indigo crossing the width of her face.
Natasha: You impress me, Jitterman.
Jitterman tilts his head to a side, questioningly.
Natasha: Efficient, ruthless destruction. Focused in a way that my mind does not allow myself to be. To know you is to fear you. Those who do not show you the due fear, the due respect, they are blind fools, walking into the trap that is underestimating your power. No need to speak. Their world is not ready for your voice.
Jitterman nods.
Natasha: Your playground is one of snapped bones and broken hearts. I have seen your development. You are a merciless opponent. A true terror of the ring. Know this, Jitterman. I was meant to be here and tell you this. I am always where I am needed. Tell Eden I give you my blessing for your actions.
Natasha fades off into the darkness as Jitterman walks onwards through the void.
Finally we see Jordan Cassidy standing backstage holding the Around The Clock title. He seems to be distracted and finalizing a few things as we see Tasmin, finally in her regular style of clothing sneak around the corner, she waves her hand as a referee follows, she leans over and says something before sliding down behind Jordan, she hooks him and pulls him down into a school boy
Richards: NOW NOW NOW! COUNT!
The referee slides down, he pulls out a photograph to make sure it is legit Jordan Cassidy and counts.
ONE
TWO
THREE!
Tasmin lets Jordan go and pops up as the referee hands her the Around the clock title again and raises her free hand.
Richards: ANNNNND NEW TWO TIME AROUND THE CLOCK CHAMPION. TASSSMIN RICHARDS….
Before Jordan can react Tasmin is off in the other direction, meanwhile the referee just shrugs and hands Jordan his own picture.
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 with the Prestige Championship on his waist. The fans give the Awkward One loud cheers as the spotlight follows his trek towards the ring.
Jessie Love: From Grand Rapids, Michigan, weighing in at two hundred forty pounds, he is the Awkward One and the AWF Prestige Champion… ADAM SANDERS!!
Well, I won’t be caught living in a dead end job
While praying to my government guns and gods
Now it’s us against them, we’re here to represent
And spit right in the face of the establishment!
Sanders walks up the stairs, walks down the apron a bit and puts both arms in the air. The fans continue to give loud cheers for the WCG competitor as he steps between the top and middle rope to enter the ring. He steps on the opposite turnbuckle, the chorus of the song becomes the backdrop for him to hop back into the ring.
Well because we're doing fine, and we don't need to be told
That we're doing fine, 'cause we won't give you control.
And we don't need anything from you,
'Cause we'll be just fine, and we won't be bought and sold, just like you
Taylor: Ladies and gentlemen, our NEW AWF PRESTIGE CHAMPION!
Romano: It's about time that we have a champion who makes the Prestige championship prestigious. Now we do, and we're looking to see what we can see from Adam.
As the opening notes begin, the lights go out, save for a single spotlight on the top of the stage. Betsy comes out, but she’s only a silhouette at this point. Just as the drum strikes it’s second note, Betsy dabs and the lights come back. The song starts from the refrain as Betsy starts dancing down the ramp.
“Sin City’s cold and empty
No one’s around to judge me
I can’t see clearly when your gone-one-one”
Arms out, Betsy begins twirling around wildly, blonde ponytail whipping about with her, as she slaps hands with fans on both sides of the ramp. The chorus hits just as Betsy baseball slides into the ring.
“And I said ooooh, I’m blinded by the lights
I can’t sleep until I feel your touch
And I said ooooh, I’m drowning in the night
Oh, when I’m like this, you’re the one I trust”
As the chorus chimes on, Betsy bounces up and hops up onto every ring corner, pumping her fist in time with the song, getting the fans amped up for the upcoming bout. When she finishes this display, she starts bouncing in place, preparing mentally for the bout.
Taylor: Betsy has been showing her fire and passion the last few shows.
Romano: Well what do you expect? She lost her undefeated streak to Neo James Carner the other show and at Road to Victory? She lost her belt. She's sick of losing. She has a fire under her ass.
The hard electronic beats of "Good L_ck (Yo_'re F_cked)" start up around the arena while purple and white beams of light shine on the entrance gate As the opening scream sounds out, Card steps through the gate and surveys the crowd. Card takes a slow walk down to the ring and steps through the ropes, followed by the beams. The lights change from beams to spinning spotlights as the music gets lower just before the chorus...
ONE MILLION VOICES CALL FROM THE OTHER SIDE
IF YOU COULD HEAR THEM YOU WOULD BE TERRIFIED...
The lights go back up and puple and white pyro fires off from the ring ropes as the chorus begins
GOOD LUCK!
YOU'RE FUCKED!
AND WE HATE TO SEE YOU GO MAN, BUT EVERYONE KNOWS YOU'RE SCREWED!
Card poses in the center of the ring, crossing his thumbs over where his heart would sit. The lights go up and Card moves over to his own corner and relaxes, the referee checking him over and finding nothing wrong.
Taylor: Chris Card is here! Man, he really seems to know no bounds.
Romano: Between his meddling with the other members as well with his long-lasting feud with Cross Recoba? You can't take your eyes off the guy.
As the word “Firecracker” appears on the large screen, red and green laser lights spin around the arena as The Soapgirls begin to sing the opening to the song. Then the word fades and is replaced by the name “Dakota” as the redhead makes her way out to the stage area, the fans becoming thunderous in their applause for her. She raises a single arm up before making her way down the aisle.
” Making her way down the aisle, she hails from Syracuse, New York, by way of Scottsdale, Arizona.....She is the Firecracker, The Chairwoman of the XHF, DAKOOOTTTAAA JJEEENNNIINNGGSSSS!!!”
Reaching the ring, she confidently strides up the steps before stepping under the second rope before climbing up one of the turnbuckles, raising a defiant middle finger toward her opponent as the fans cheer her relentlessly.
Taylor: And here's the firecracker, Dakota Jennings!
Romano: She's been kicking ASS since she came back. She may have only had two pinfalls at Road to Victory's scramble match, but remember. They're pinfalls. She knows what she's doing. She's good.
Main Event
Tag-Team Match
Impossibly Awkward (Adam Sanders/Betsy Granger) vs. Chris Card/Dakota Jennings
DING DING DING
Betsy Granger and Chris Card step into the ring to represent their respective teams. With Jennings and Sanders on the outside, the competitors start to circle one another to figure out how they should attack. Betsy swings her leg for a roundhouse, but Card ducks it and drops Granger with a shotei. Once Granger is back up, Card swings her around and slams her with a neckbreaker.
Romano: Granger is finding out why Chris Card is THE man around our roster.
Taylor: Well, Granger is smart enough to come up with some adjustments for Card.
Romano: She’s smart, sure. But so is Card.
Card tries to lock in the Heartbreaker, but Betsy is able to wiggle free before he could get a grip on her. As soon as Card gets back to his feet, Granger finally gets a kick in with a low kick to his knee.
Taylor: Not the most impressive-looking kick but it likely hurt like hell.
Romano: Yeah, I wouldn’t want to get that from anyone.
Granger tries to follow-up with a fujiwara armbar, but Card is now the one wiggling free and finds himself in position to kneebar Granger. Betsy is fortunately close enough to the ropes to get the hold released, but Card waits for Gabe Valentine to threaten disqualification before he does.
Romano: Don’t mess with Chris Card on the mat!
Taylor: I think Betsy just found that out.
Romano: He is… after all, Technical Perfection!
Betsy quickly rolls into her corner and tags in her partner, the AWF Prestige Champion.
Taylor: Well, he won’t challenge Card on the mat.
Romano: Yeah, but Card’s made him tap before.
Before Card can realize what happened, he is taken to the mat with a lariat. Adam Sanders bounces off the ropes to hit a leg drop on Card, but he rolls out of the way at the last second and hits the blind tag for Dakota. He gets the Heartbreaker on Sanders while Dakota starts to stay in Sanders’s blindspot. As soon as Adam starts to power out of the move, Dakota strikes…
Romano: Gotta keep an eye on both opponents, Adam!
Taylor: You should have seen it.
Romano: Adam sure didn’t. Cover by Dakota!
ONE!!
TWO!!
NO!!
Adam gets the shoulder up after two. Dakota keeps the offense going with an ankle lock on Sanders before he could get up. He struggles for a few seconds before rolling over and kicking Dakota off of him. When Dakota approaches once more, Sanders sweeps her legs from under her. Tag back to Betsy, who immediately climbs the top rope and does… the Flight of the Dragonite?
Romano: Betsy over here using Adam’s moves?
Taylor: Hey, she can fly better than he can!
Romano: Yeah, I mean, it did work pretty well.
Betsy springs to her feet and uses the rarely used spinning crucifix toss on Dakota before covering the End of Days winner.
ONE!!
TWO!!
NO!!
Dakota kicks out after two as well. Jennings tries to fire off her DKO MK II but Betsy is able to just barely avoid the move and deliver a kick of her own.
Taylor: Pele kick!
Romano: Let’s see you do that backflip, Taylor!
Betsy tags Adam back in, who hits a snap suplex on Dakota. When Dakota runs back at him, Sanders drops her with a spinebuster that shakes the ring. Cover by Adam.
ONE!!
TWO!!
T-NO!!
Dakota utilizes this moment to go back to work on Adam’s ankle as she is able to maneuver on the mat to get the ankle lock back in on the Prestige Champion. Adam doesn’t immediately flip over like he did before, having to deal with the damage done to his right ankle a bit more this time around.
Romano: Haha, tap, paper champ! Tap!!
Taylor: If he doesn’t do something about it, he might have to.
Sanders looks at the ropes and uses all the power he has to lunge to get to the bottom rope. Card immediately requests entry into the match and Dakota obliges. Card looks at Adam trying to pull himself up on a neutral corner, clearly favoring the ankle Dakota has targeted twice. With Sanders off balance, Card hits a move on Adam that Adam has likely seen a lot in his training.
Taylor: Chris Card with a dropkick on Sanders!
Romano: Looked as good as an Adrien dropkick!
Card gives Adam’s ankle a few stomps and pulls him to the middle of the ring. He hooks the leg for the cover.
ONE!!
TWO!!
TH...NO!!
Amused by the kickout a bit, Chris Card lets out an audible scoff. He kicks the ankle a few more times before tagging Dakota back in. Card clearly tells her to end him with the ankle lock one last time. But as soon as Dakota approaches Adam’s legs, Adam was ready with some desperation move out of nowhere.
Taylor: The Lion Sleeps Tonight!!
Romano: Dakota is in trouble!!
Taylor: Adam had to pull out something deep in his bag of tricks to pull this off!
Dakota quickly starts to fade until Card steps in and hits a heel drop on Adam’s head to make him release the hold on Dakota. Valentine orders Card to return to his corner as both legal competitors are on the mat. Both competitors on the outside want a tag.
Taylor: Dakota and Adam are down! Card and Betsy want tags. This could go either way!
Romano: Well, one of them has a bum ankle so good luck with that.
Taylor: I mean, the other was almost choked out so…
Adam starts making his way towards Betsy. Dakota is still gathering her wits. Sanders gets closer. Dakota finally snaps out of her dazed status and dives for a tag to Chris Card. Adam gets closer. Card is in the ring and heads straight for Adam…
BETSY GETS THE TAG!! The crowd goes nuts, while Card swings at Betsy on the outside, but the Impossible Traveler ducks the move and drives a knee into Card’s gut. After a high kick to Card’s head back him up a bit, Betsy does a jaw breaker onto Card from the apron, driving him headfirst into the top rope. Betsy rolls into the ring and tries to get the full nelson locked in for Ich Muss Dich Brechen but Dakota still has enough in the tank to grab Betsy and slam her with a german suplex, which Gabe Valentine was not happy to see.
Taylor: Dakota should have been out of the ring.
Romano: Well, she wasn’t. Too bad. Betsy should have kept an eye on her.
Taylor: She could have won the match right there. Do you know how huge pinning Chris Card could have been for Betsy Granger?
Knowing his partner had his back, Card pulls himself back to his feet before placing a foot on Betsy’s throat and pressing. Valentine starts to order Card to stop but he wasn’t the reason the move stops.
Taylor: Adam Sanders, on a bum ankle, with a dropkick!
Romano: That probably hurt Adam as much as it did Card!
Taylor: Either way, it stopped Card from choking Betsy!
Betsy quickly shakes off the choke and gets to Card’s feet and starts to lock up her finisher, Tuez les étoiles onto the AWF legend. Once the move is locked in, Valentine notices Card’s shoulders are down. Adam realizes this is going on and quickly grabs Dakota in a bear hug, locking in her arms to immobilize her.
ONE!!
TWO!!
THREE!!
DING DING DING
Taylor: HOLY COW!! BETSY DID IT!!
Romano: But, Card is… no, this can’t be!!
Taylor: Betsy Granger just pulled it off!!
Jessie Love: Here are your winners… IMPOSSIBLY AWKWARD!!
Adam releases Dakota before rolling out the ring and starts hobbling a bit to test his ankle a bit on the outside. Chris Card isn’t sure how to react to what just happened. Dakota looks at Card and clearly gestures there was nothing she could have done about it.
Romano: Well, if it wasn’t for Adam stepping in, this wouldn’t have happened.
Taylor: I mean, Betsy could have won earlier if Dakota didn’t step in when she did.
Romano: Either way, go ahead and celebrate that your champion and his friend won. I think we got something going on backstage.
Coming back from the last match, the camera switches to the office of Felix Ziko. Inside of that is the big man himself, Felix Ziko. He's dutifully scribbling down onto a piece of paper. He hears a knock on the door.
Ziko: Go away, Terry. None of these pranks on Copycat aren't even funny... or legal.
The door knocks again.
Ziko: Or if you're Mongo. Go away. Yes, the AWF used to conduct their business in a baseball field. I'm aware of this. You remind me far too often.
The door continues to knock. Without missing a beat, Felix Ziko sighs.
Ziko: Fine. Come in.
In walks the AWF's commissioner, Jackson Steele.
Ziko: ...Why didn't you just walk in?
Steele: Dramatic effect.
Ziko: ...What?
Felix Ziko turns his head to find the camera in front of him, actively rolling.
Ziko: OK, well then what is it?
Steele: You have a visitor.
Ziko: Ok, well then who is it?
Steele: He'd rather not say.
Ziko: ...Why?
Steele: Dramatic effect.
Ziko: I... Ugh... Fine, just bring him in.
Jackson Steele walks out of the room. A few seconds later, we see a familiar face...
Ziko: Mr. Alexander Horton. What a surprise. You've healed up quite nicely.
Horton: Greetings, Mr. Ziko. Well, I did get back to my old self, although it took some time. If you remember, Terry Bradshaw did detonate explosives at me. I'm lucky to be alive.
Ziko: Did you file charges?
Horton: I tried to, but every time I used the address listed on file, Google Maps brings me to a cardboard box with a homeless man inside.
Ziko: And now you've come to find him so you can sue him?
Horton: Well I was going to, but I was persuaded to re-examine the contract that you had with us at the State of Ohio Department of Tourism and I found something interesting.
Felix Ziko leaned forward at the desk.
Ziko: ...What's that?
Horton: Well as you can imagine... With COVID, things have been hard financially. We've had a lot of strain as we've had less production, more unemployment claims, the like. After going through the contract, we found that the Ascension Wrestling Federation actually is owned by The State of Ohio. We need a bit of help here so I think we'll be making off with our investment.
Ziko: ...Investment?
Horton: November 10th, 2017, we made an agreement. You know that better as Prestige 7. Our agreement stated that you cease all the adult activity... The risque themes, the blood matches, all of that. This has been broken time and time again and we've deemed you to be in violation. You will be doing for us what we did for you over three years ago.
Steele: You're going to have Terry Bradshaw attack us with an explosive?
Horton: Funny, but no. We will be garnishing 80% of the AWF's revenues.
Felix Ziko slams his fists on the table.
Ziko: You... WHAT!?
That's when Alexander Horton pulls out a piece of paper.
Horton: There are several copies of this contract, so don't feel you can just eat the paper. The terms are quite clear, but instead in the last time I've skimmed through your history, you've had menaces like Keith Williams and Greg Adkins throwing their perversion all around. You've had matches in actual strip clubs and just two weeks ago, you've had a competition that was described as a Death Match.
Ziko: Well good luck with that, hot shot. You know, we have lawyers too.
Horton: I'm quite aware, and I wouldn't expect such a violent company to go down without a fight. You haven't even attempted negotiation.
Steele: I'll have you know we're a reputable company.
Horton: You're hardly one to talk. You're the reason I was stringent on that no sex aspect of the clause. I know all about your movies, Mr. Steele. Regardless, I think I've made my point quite clear. If I don't gain your cooperation within two weeks, you can expect I'll do more than just ask for 80%. Gentlemen.
With that, Alexander Horton steps out of the room. Jackson Steele and Felix Ziko stare at one another. The show comes to a close.
