.:: AWF Presents: Prestige 2 - Live from Bethesda, OH ::.
Jul 1, 2017 18:00:36 GMT -5
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Ascension Wrestling Federation Presents:
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Live at the VFW in Bethesda, OH
7/14/17
The seventy-five people bringing Bethesda's most favorite and only VFW to maximum capacity are chatting among one another when the lights dim. The crowd's excitement grows even more as cheers erupt from the several chairs comprising the seating area. That's when the very beautiful Jessie Love steps into the ring with a microphone in her hand.
Jessie Love: Good evening, Bethesda, Ohio and welcome to Prestige 2!
The crowd pops even louder. There's even a pervy whistle from the back.
Jessie Love: To start off the show, we will have a visit by AWF's very own Chief Executive Officer, Felix Ziko!
The crowd cheers as "Ravenous" by X-Ray Dog plays. Soon, Felix Ziko walks out in a pristine dark-grey suit, but without the tie and with the top button left undone. he walks out and matches high fives with fans are he makes his way towards the ring. He climbs up the stairs, over the top rope and into the ring. He takes the microphone from Jessie Love.
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The crowd claps their hands in agreement.
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The crowd begins to chant "AWF. AWF. AWF."
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Felix walks over to the ropes.
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Felix points over to a white wall, where the projector is displaying a graphic:
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Felix throws his arms up in the air.
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With a smile, Felix Ziko hands the microphone back to Jessie Love. He turns and exits the ring and to the back.
Romano: There you have it, folks. Our first Super Show has been announced. Fired Up will be held at the Union Local Elementary School in Belmont, Ohio on August 13th.
Taylor: If you're going to miss this show, I'd have to say you're crazy!
"Sahara" by Nightwish begins playing over the PA system.
Taylor: Time for our first match to be underway.
On the entry way, sparks spray from the floor and T-Bone walks through them arms outstretched. He spins around and stands with his back to the ring for a time. Finally, he lets his arms fall to his side and looks over his left shoulder. He flashes a smile at the fans, and then walks down to the ring. He steps up to the apron, wipes his boots, and climbs in through the middle rope. He gets to the middle of the ring and stretches his arms again, smirking at the fans. As his music fades he motions to Jessie Love for the microphone.
Taylor: Last week T-Bone made an unexpected debut, and some shocking declarations against Mr. Ziko. Later that night he dismantled a local kid, much to the chargin of the fans here, and my broadcast colleague, Cassius Romano.
Romano: The way he conducted himself last week was absolutely disrespectful, and not what the AWF is about.
T-Bone gets the microphone from Jessie Love and leans against the ropes to look at a section of the crowd. They start booing at him, prompting T-Bone to smirk and walk to the other side of the ring. The fans here, boo as well. He shakes his head and stands back in the center of the ring and circles his arms up to try and get the crowd to boo louder.
T-Bone: Boo as loud as you want, I'm tapped into the PA system you idiots.
The crowd continues to boo.
T-Bone: And here I was...I was going to apologize for everything I did two weeks ago. You were going to see a changed man. But, never mind. You ruined it. All of you. Let's just get this over with.
T-Bone drops the microphone and heads to a turnbuckle. He leans against it and rests his head on the top rope. Jessie Love re-enters the ring to grab the microphone.
Jessie Love: The following contest is scheduled for one-fall! Currently in the ring, from Raleigh, North Carolina weighing in at 241 pounds, T-Bone!
The crowd picks up their boos again.
Jessie Love: And his opponent...
Without any music, Jay Cutter walks out from the behind the curtain, dressed in his electrician's jumpsuit, and takes a final drag from his cigarette. He flicks it aside and checks his watch. Eminem's Berzerk begins playing over the speakers. As the music starts Cutter takes a few steps forward and pulls at his jumpsuit from the neckline on down, revealing his wrestling shorts, elbow pads, and kneepads. He slams the jumpsuit down at his feet and runs down to the ring, and slides right in. He points at T-Bone while the referee checks his pads and wristguards.
Jessie Love: From Columbus, Ohio, weighing in at 231 pounds...'Smokin' Jay Cutter!
Cutter throws his hands in the air as the crowd cheers. The referee walks over to T-Bone to try and check him, but he decides to be difficult.
Romano: This is disgusting. The referee has a job to do.
Taylor: Wow, look at Jay Cutter. He is staring daggers into T-Bone. I reckon if the referee weren't in the way, he'd attack right now.
Romano: He's pissed. Two weeks ago T-Bone blindsided him after his victory, and you can tell Cutter has been thinking about it nonstop since then.
TTaylor: Wouldn't you be pissed?
Romano: If I were 10 or 20 years younger, I would have murdered him in the parking lot that night.
Taylor: Oh, you mean like a severe beating right?
Romano: No.
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T-Bone vs. "Smokin'" Jay Cutter
Tommy Taylor inches his chair away from Cassius Romano. Inside the ring Referee Steve Tyrell backs off of T-Bone and calls for the bell. Immediately Jay Cutter charges and drives a shoulder into T-Bone! He dashes back to the opposite end of the ring and runs at full speed again driving his shoulder into T-Bone's gut! The crowd starts cheering as he dashes across the ring again, but T-Bone falls down and rolls out of the ring. Cutter runs back over and climbs the turnbuckle above T-Bone yelling 'Come on!' as the crowd cheers.
Romano: Hah. Much harder to hit your opponent when they are fighting back, T-Bone.
Taylor: Jay Cutter came flying across the ring at a speed T-Bone didn't expect, and he is down.
T-Bone rolls to a seated position and looks up at Cutter, the cocky smile gone from his face. The referee shouts 'ONE' to begin his count. T-Bone slides back and sits against the crowd barrier as the referee continues to count. With fans leaning over the barrier to heckle him, he swats a hand out of his face and pulls himself to his feet. Inside the ring Cutter stands poised ready to deliver his next shot.
Taylor: And the referee is at the count of five. What will T-Bone do?
T-Bone approaches the ring and crawls up but slides back down really quickly, prompting more boos from the crowd. T-Bone yells at the referee to hold Cutter back. Cutter backs off and retreats to the other side of the ring, allowing T-Bone to roll inside. Once T-Bone gets to his feet Cutter races across the ring again and beats T-Bone back into the corner. He unloads with punches as the referee starts his count. Cutter refuses to heed the count and the referee pushes him back. T-Bone takes a swipe at Cutter's face and apparently clips him in the eye. The crowd boos as Cutter backs up to the center of the ring. T-Bone pushes past the referee and pulls Cutter into a side headlock.
Taylor: T-Bone takes advantage with a rake of the eye.
Romano: If I were Cutter I would gouge out his eyes in response.
Taylor: Calm down big man.
Romano: Do I look 'big' to you?
T-Bone wrenches the headlock and pulls Cutter down onto his knee. T-Bone pulls Cutter up and down on his knee again. As T-Bone pulls him up a third time Cutter gets his power under him and lifts T-Bone up, pushing him off. Cutter steps forward and knocks T-Bone down with a shoulder block. T-Bone gets up quickly and Cutter hits him with a shoulder block again. T-Bone gets up a third time and Cutter pushes him back into the ropes. T-Bone reverses the whip and drops Cutter with a stiff shoulder block of his own. T-Bone grabs Cutter's left arm and pulls him up and into T-Bone's shoulder. T-Bone pulls Cutter up again but uses the momentum to spin out and runs to the ropes. He comes back and hops up but T-Bone catches him and lets Cutter fall into T-Bone's knee in an inverted atomic drop. T-Bone grabs Cutter and tosses him, and Cutter collaspes to the ground when his feet hit. T-Bone drops down with a forearm to the face for a pin.
1!
2-
Kick out!
Taylor: Near fall for T-Bone, catching Cutter in yet another underhanded move.
Romano: Jay Cutter is winning this fight. Everyone can see it, and T-Bone is getting desparate.
T-Bone curses at the referee, but stays on top of Cutter by digging his forearm across Cutter's face some more. The referee tells him to stop, and T-Bone starts pulling on Cutter's hair instead. The referee instructs T-Bone to again stop, and he pulls Cutter up to his feet. He spins and whips Cutter hard into the turnbuckle, as he hits chest first. T-Bone is right behind him and picks up Cutter to place him in the top rope, and pull him down into the Tree of Woe. The crowd boos as T-Bone puts stomps to Cutter. The referee pulls T-Bone back. Cutter sits up to try and free his leg, and T-Bone comes running and leaps up to drive a knee into his face. Cutter collaspes down and T-Bone stacks him up for a pin.
1!
2!
..Kick out!
Taylor: Wow! Jay Cutter just barely powers out.
This time T-Bone gets in the referees face about the slow count. Cutter tries to pull himself to his feet, but T-Bone goes right back over to him and pulls him up instead. T-Bone turns to whip Cutter across the ring, but Cutter ducks around and gets T-Bone into a waistlock, and lifts him over and back with a Belly-to-Back Suplex! Jay Cutter bridges for the pinfall!
1!
2!
Kick out!
Romano: So close for Jay Cutter. This crowd can feel it.
Cutter pulls himself back to his feet and grabs T-Bone as he stands up. He hooks T-Bone's leg and lifts his for a Fisherman's Suplex! He bridges for another pinfall!
1!
2!
--kick out!
Jay Cutter rolls over and holds up three fingers in disbelief.
Taylor: Wow! Everyone thought he had T-Bone there!
Cutter and T-Bone get to their feet. Cutter quickly scoops T-Bone and slams him to the mat. He hits the ropes and comes back with a low dropkick to the back of T-Bone's head. T-Bone rolls to the ropes and starts to try and pull himself up. The crowd starts to feel it as Cutter waits. He pulls a cigarette from his pocket and puts it in his mouth.
Taylor: Cutter is looking to put T-Bone Up In Smoke! T-Bone is helpless!
T-Bone holds onto the top rope and pulls himself up. Cutter makes his move and T-Bone pulls down the top rope, catching Cutter in the face with it. The crowd boos as T-Bone spins around and clocks Cutter in the head with his elbow.
Taylor: NO! DWD instead! Cutter got caught!
T-Bone drops down and stacks up Cutter again. When the referee drops to the mat T-Bone places a foot on the ropes for leverage.
1!
2!
3!
Ding Ding!
T-Bone quickly rolls out of the ring as the referee calls for the bell.
Jessie Love: Here is your winner, T-Bone!
Ding Ding!
T-Bone quickly rolls out of the ring as the referee calls for the bell.
Jessie Love: Here is your winner, T-Bone!
Taylor: Oh no, what a heartbreaking finish for all the fans of the AWF. Cutter thought he had T-Bone, but T-Bone suckered him in with one last tactic...and wait-
T-Bone walks over to where the announcers are sitting. Romano tosses his headset off and stands up.
Taylor: Cassius, you don't have to do this.
The referee sees the confrontation and rolls out of the ring to push T-Bone away from the table. T-Bone grabs the referee by the back of the head and whips him over the commentator's table into Tommy Taylor and Cassius Romano. Their headsets go out as the three men are knocked to the ground. T-Bone slaps his hands together and starts walking to the back.
The cameras follow T-Bone to the back past the curtain, where he approached the CEO of the Ascension Wrestling Federation, Felix Ziko, who is speaking with the staff. T-Bone interrupts. They are all crouching with one another.
T-Bone: Did you like that Felix? Big ratings!
Felix stands up from his position, but members of the staff hold him down.
T-Bone: Sit down. You're all bark. You're like that stray mutt. You look like... I don't dirt on the outside. But you're all trash on the inside. You think about that before you put another one of your scrubs in the ring with me.
T-Bone turns and starts to walk away but shouts back.
T-Bone: I have a flight to catch. Don't bother me.
Romano: Why that T-Bone... I will not put up with such disrespect. I don't know how Felix and the other guys in the back can deal with it.
Taylor: Hey! He's the wrestler! We're just calling matches as we see them. And remember, this is only the beginning of the show. We do another match-up coming our way!
Romano: It's a good thing you're right. We have two newcomers wanting to prove themselves to be AWF-worthy. Let this match be underway!
The lights shut off to completely darken the arena. A spotlight hits the ramp, and Only The Strong Survive blares over the P.A. system. A figure appears on the entry ramp...in a FLAW hoodie and wrestling pants. Flawless shoves both fists into the sky, and as the bassline from the song hits, Flawless sprints to the ring and slides under the bottom rope into the ring. Middle fingers raised and standing in the middle of the ring, Flawless begins welcoming the next punk from the back.
Jessie Love: The following match scheduled for one-fall! Entering the ring, from Marion, Kentucky and weighing in at one-hundred eighty-five pounds, Flawless!
Taylor: This guy's name is Flawless. He's absolutely raising a high bar for expectations with a name like that.
Romano: Absolutely, but look at this guy. He's lean, but muscular. He's confident. So far, he's shown me no reason why this guy is not flawless!
"God's Gonna Cut You Down" by Johnny Cash starts up, and with no other fanfare - no spotlight, no pyro, no smoke or mirrors -
Eliah Nathaniel walks slowly through the curtain, head bowed. His entire body matches the beat of the song - he gently sways his head from side to side, slowly claps his hands in front of him, and his footsteps carry him to the ring at a perfect 82 bpm.
Never looking up, never acknowledging the fans or his opponent, he climbs the steps to the ring and steps through the ropes, immediately falling backwards against the turnbuckle pads, eyes closed and head up, silently mouthing the words of the chorus to himself;
"Tell 'em that God's gonna cut 'em down...
Tell 'em that God's gonna cut 'em down..."
Jessie Love: And his opponent, from parts unknown, weighing in at two-hundred forty-nine pounds, Eliah Nathaniel!
Taylor: If anyone is flawless here, it's God, himself. That's the way Eliah works. To call him religious would be an understatement.
Romano: And there are few statements more true than that. He has actually gone off in moments leading up to Prestige 2 where he expresses anger for Flawless referring to himself as such. It looks like we'll have a heck of a match to be had!
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Eliah Nathaniel vs. Flawless
As the bell rings, Eliah Nathaniel puts his hands together and closes his eyes. He's seen mumbling something under his breath, most likely a prayer. Flawless looks to the left and the right, laughing at this. He takes a step forward and slaps Eliah across the face, clearly uninterested in having a respectful wrestling match. Surprisingly, Eliah hasn't moved. He hasn't even reacted! Flawless actually looks a bit shocked. He was expecting anger. Surprise. Something! He decides to kick up the intensity and spits a large ball of spit into the face of Eliah. Eliah still hasn't moved! He's simply staying there. Eyes closed. Praying. Eliah begins to laugh, and hard. He's surprised. He expected the complete opposite. He expected some kind of emotion. Some kind of reaction except for apathy. Eliah continues mumbling for a few more moments while Flawless decides that the fun is over and pulls his arm back. That's when Eliah mouths the word, "Amen" and opens his eyes. He tackles Flawless to the ground with an IMPRESSIVE amount of gusto. He begins laying into Flawless' flawless face with rights and lefts. Eliah Nathaniel can be seen and heard yelling, "HOW DARE YOU INTERFERE WITH MY PRAYER TO THE LORD?!"
Taylor: I guess that was the wrong button to push, huh, Cassius?
Romano: Well that's exactly the right button to push if you're looking for a deeply religious person to want to beat the 'Christ' out of you!
Flawless has been knocked to the floor and he's in an absolutely precarious position. He has his hands and arms in front of his face, and he's stopping the big punches from coming to his face directly. Eliah notices this and decides to catch him off guard by grabbing his head and hitting him with a headbutt! It's hard enough to knock Flawless into a daze for a moment. Eliah Nathaniel capitalizes by getting off him; he runs over to the ropes and jumps off with a springboard moonsault! The referee goes for the pine:
One...
Tw-Kickout!
Taylor: It's a bit early for that, Cassius.
Romano: If you want to win the match, absolutely. There's little to lose by trying it, but you have to imagine that someone who calls himself Flawless won't go down so easily.
That smile - that lackadaisical look on Flawless' face? It's totally gone. As he gets up from the canvas, he glares to Eliah. The son of God charges at Flawless and throws a clothesline, but Flawless ducks. He throws a slap into the face of Eliah - a throwback to the beginning of the match, but this slap isn't to merely show dominance; it's also vengeance for pissing him off. Eliah Nathaniel throws a right punch, but Flawless ducks and gets onto the other side of him. As Eliah turns around, the flawless one jumps up very high and hits him with a dropkick! Eliah goes down! Flawless looks to capitalize. He climbs up to the top rope. He climbs over the second rope. Now the third rope! As he positions himself, he finds Eliah getting back to his feet. Flawless decides to jump, hoping to catch him by surprise before he can react. Flawless jumps forward with a splash, but Eliah Nathaniel catches him! He jumps forward with a running power-slam! Wait! Flawless forces himself to reverse it to a DDT! They both slam each other and land on the mat. Flawless' back hurts, but that same amount of force has been dealt to the head of Eliah Nathaniel!
Taylor: They've both experienced some pain over there! Now I'd have to say that's a world welcome to them by the Ascension Wrestling Federation!
Romano: It certainly is, but it also shows what Flawless is made of. It's not easy to have the strength or ability to see a power slam about to happen, much less find a way to react so if he can find a way to ensure he isn't the only one receiving the impact, the more power to him.
Flawless is the first of the two to find his way to his feet. He's holding his back, clearly in some pain, but he's gritting and bearing through it, not wanting his first match in the Ascension Wrestling Federation to end up in the loss category. He stalks Eliah Nathaniel, on the ground and barely stirring. Flawless brings Elijah to his feet. He grabs him by the side of the pants and lifts him up for a vertical suplex, and slams him down with authority! Flawless makes his way back to his feet and climbs the top turnbuckle. He looks down and is ready to strike once more. He jumps off... and hits an elbow drop! Eliah Nathaniel has taken quite a bit of damage so far in this match. He goes for the pin. Referee Steve Tyrell slides and makes the count:
One...
Two...
Th-Kickout!
Taylor: And look at this amazing endurance displayed by Eliah! He surely is blessed!
Romano: He's absolutely talented, but I don't care if you're Jesus Christ himself - if you don't find a way to get on the offensive, your time is going to end sooner or later!
Flawless shakes his head condescendingly as he looks at the defiant Eliah Nathaniel. He decides that he needs to pay for his insubordination. He gets down on one knee right by Eliah and grabs his arm. Russian Armbar! Eliah begins to yell. He reaches out with his other arm. He tries to strike his opponent. He tries to strike and fight and do all that he can in order to escape this predicament, but nothing is working. Instead, Eliah moves his arm and pushes it onto the floor. He's trying to move himself close to the ropes, but Flawless isn't letting that happen. He's planting his feet hard and is forcing Eliah, that if he wants to move, he has to carry both of them. With one arm moving over four-hundred pounds, that's not a likely prospect. Eliah Nathaniel is screaming. The referee approaches him and asks him if he wants to give up. Again and again, Eliah shakes his head. He's yelling, "NO!" "NO!" "NO!" Points are most certainly awarded to Eliah for not giving up, but Flawless isn't about to give up. Eliah begins chanting to himself. "The Lord is my strength." "The Lord is my strength." "The Lord is my strength."
Taylor: The fact that he hasn't tapped out yet is truly extraordinary.
Romano: Possibly extraordinarily foolish. If he doesn't tap out soon, he could just be damaging his body and setting himself back for an even longer period of time.
He has become so defiant and so distanced from the pain that the thought of giving up barely even crosses through his mind. He's just trying to find his way out. Nathaniel is planting his feet down. He's trying to find the will to bring himself to his feet. As his feet get planted and he slowly finds a way to put pressure onto his feet, Flawless is yelling and putting on the pressure to keep him onto the ground. Flawless slowly rises from the ground, being driven up by every piece of strength that Eliah Nathaniel can muster. He's still screaming. His face is as red as a tomato. He gives out one final scream as he lifts Flawless off the ground and SLAMS him with a hip toss!
Taylor & Romano: Holy shit!
The blood is certainly flowing through the veins of Eliah. His body, his face is still red. He's breathing heavily. Flawless slowly makes his way to his feet and feels shocked. Cheated, even. He gets up and throws a HEAVY punch! Eliah, ducks it! He turns around and grasps him, leaning back. Is it time for The Seal of God? The Reverse STO? NO! Flawless elbows his way out of the grip! He then hits Nathaniel with a European uppercut! The man of God circles around. When he comes back, Flawless grabs him in a similar position. Flawless Flatline! He's going to do the Flawless Flatline! NO! Eliah throws his knee into Flawless' stomach, forcing him forward. He gets him into power bomb position! Eliah throws him over his head! No one in the crowd can hear it from the explosion in cheers from this awesome match, but Eliah can be seen mouthing a bible verse. One who could read lips would be able to see a recital of Ezekiel 7:7 - "Doom has come upon you, upon you who dwell in the land. The time has come! The day is near! There is panic, not joy, on the mountains." Eliah Nathaniel slams the aptly named Ezekiel 7:7! He goes for the pin!
One...
Two...
Three!
Jessie Love: Here is your winner, Eliah Nathaniel!
Taylor: What an impressive win!
Romano: Impressive doesn't even begin to cover it, Tommy. I think we can see great things from this one! Anyways, let's switch to the outside of the VFW where we are having... not much of a match, but more of a street fight between our very own Michael Storm against an outsider signed to All Star Wrestling, M.G.K.!
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Parking Lot Brawl
Michael Storm vs. MGK
Romano: No entrances for this one, folks. Right now we are going to go straight to the parking lot area to see how this brawl will unfold.
Taylor: Whatever this is, I think it's going to be brutal!
We cut outside to the parking lot of the AWF VFW parking lot, which is filled with cars, not just in the parking lot, but in the streets and grass surrounding the area. Michael Storm is standing in the middle of the parking lot, waiting for MGK to arrive.
Romano: Storm is pissed off, Tommy, and he's going to unleash all of that anger onto MGK when he arrives to the venue.
Taylor: Well I certainly hope so, MGK screwed Storm out of a shot at the AWF Championship in a tournament that is meant to be sacred. He may not work for our company, but he's sure going to get a beating from our company's best.
Michael Storm continues to get more and more inpatient, pacing around the parking lot in anger. By the look on his face we can very clearly see that he is itching for revenge on MGK. Not just for getting screwed out of the AWF Championship Tournament, but for all the past transgressions that these two men shared.
Romano: It seems like it's getting a bit quiet over there in the parking lot. I know personally that Michael Storm was very clear in establishing a time frame for this brawl to take place.
Taylor: Well if there's one thing we learned from MGK at our last Prestige event, it's that he is a coward.
Romano: Yes, there's no debate there.
Storm finally gets fed up with waiting, and marches over to the VFW building, whipping the door open, and walking into the backstage area. Fans begin to cheer as Storm appears on the ramp, though his music is not playing. He walks down the ramp, and slides into the ring, immediately demanding a microphone. We can tell by Storm's demeanor that he's had enough of this nonsense.
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Some of the fans cheer Storm's defiant tone, while others boo the fact that their hero can't get his hands on the dastardly MGK.
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Some stirring in the audience can be heard, but Storm is so angry and focused on who SHOULD have been his opponent in the parking lot, that he doesn't notice.
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More booing and commotion erupts from the crowd, and although Storm doesn't know quite why, he clears his throat.
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At the last second, Storm begins to understand why the crowd is booing, and he turns right around into a SUPERKICK from MGK! MGK once again stands over Michael Storm and smiles, having snuck into the ring through the crowd once again. MGK doesn't say a word, and instead, he backs up a few places, and looks around the ring.
Romano: What the hell is this? Another sneak attack from this son of a-
Taylor: It was clearly a set-up by MGK! He wanted to tick off Storm, he wanted him to come out to the ring where Storm would have a blind side!
Romano: I don't care what he wanted, this is disgusting! Why wouldn't MGK fight Storm face to face like a real man? This man is proving that he is nothing more than a coward!
Taylor: I can't agree with his actions, and I'd almost admire his strategy, if not for the fact that he doesn't even work here!
Romano: Damn right! It's a low blow move from a man who doesn't even work here! This is just plain assault!
MGK slides out of the ring and grabs a nearby folded chair that is there specifically for Jessica Love. MGK slides back into the ring, raises the chair above his head, and smashes it over the body of Michael Storm. The crowd explodes into boos and jeers. Fans begin to throw trash at MGK as he lifts Storm up. MGK says "Now I'm gonna show you how it's done". MGK then grabs Storm's arm, whips him to the ground, and locks in the Damageplan, a variation of Storm's own signature, Bad Blood! Storm refuses to tap out, partially because he's nearly unconscious, and partially because he is too strong-willed to give MGK the satisfaction of watching him submit.
Romano: Somebody needs to get out here and arrest this man! There is no way this is legal, even in rural Ohio!
As MGK has the hold locked in, several officials, referees, and security guards race down the ramp and into the ring. They immediately grab MGK and pull him off of Storm, and the police officers place handcuffs on him.
On the entrance stage, AWF CEO walks out, and stands, shaking his head in anger.
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The police officers continue to restrain MGK as the crowd boos, clearly upset that MGK once again pulled another sneak attack on Michael Storm. However, another figure suddenly walks out behind Felix, and it is none other than Terry Bradshaw.
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The fans erupt into boos as the police begin to un-cuff MGK.
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Felix shakes his head in anger, clearly being blindsided by this revelation from Terry Bradshaw.
Romano: Are you kidding me? MGK Is a part of the AWF roster now, all of a sudden? Why in the hell didn't I hear about this?
Taylor: I wasn't told either, Cassius, and I can't say I like it one damn bit.
Romano: Does this mean MGK is going to get away with all the damage he has caused already? If that's the case, I can't call it anything but repulsive. CFO Terry Bradshaw sure pulled a fast one on all of us, and I can't blame Mr. Ziko if he decides to take action.
Taylor: Sure, but who are we to question the guy who pays our bills and signs our checks? Don't lump me in with you, Cassius, I'd like to keep my job.
As MGK is finally uncuffed in the ring, he stretches his arms out, almost as if he's getting ready for something else. He prepares himself, as Storm gets up to his feet, and attempts a clothsline. BUT NO! Storm grabs MGK's arm, locks it in, throws both of their bodies to the mat, and wraps up his arms around MGK's head and neck, locking in Bad Blood! MGK swings his free arm around, clearly in a lot of pain, and attempted to tap out to Storm!
Romano: HELL YES! Look at Storm! He's fighting back, he isn't going to tolerate this bull crap!
Taylor: He's got Bad Blood locked!
Romano: How ironic would it be if Storm forces MGK to tap out to the move he made famous in the original Xtreme Hardcore Federation?!
Since this is not an official match, both Felix and Terry walk down the ramp, demanding that MGK and Storm be separated. Officials and security guards separate the two, with both Storm in a pure rage, and MGK, holding his arm in anger. Both men seem to be separated by two separate groups of officials, but by some happenstance, both men break free at the same time and leap at each other, delivering punch for punch blows. A security guard tries to pull MGK back, but MGK instantly superkicks him, knocking him out of the ring. On the other side of the ring, another guard tries to pull Storm back, but Storm responds with a side kick to the head. Suddenly, MGK and Storm are on separate sides of the ring, knocking out ring officials and security guards in a chaotic scenario. The fans are going absolutely wild, chanting "LET THEM FIGHT!"
Romano: This is pure chaos! I'm not sure if I've ever seen any two men as determined to rip each other apart!
Taylor: This is what I got into the business for, Cassious! Moments like this!
MGK knocks the last of his oppressive guards out of the ring, and turns out, only so that Michael Storm can spear him to the ground, and then cover him with multiple punches and forearms!
Romano: This is the exact same type of beating MGK inflicted on Storm at Prestige 1! Storm is getting even and this crowd loves it!
MGK manages to roll Storm over, and lays in some punches of his own. Storm kicks MGK off, and both men get to their feet, and begin exchanging left and right fists on each other like crazy! The fans are going wild, as more security rushes down the ramp and into the ring, eventually separating these two men!
Taylor: Where in the hell can this go from here, Cassius?
Romano: Neither of these guys are finished yet, Tommy, I guess we're going to have to wait and see! We were promised a parking lot brawl tonight, but I have a feeling this rivalry will end in the AWF ring where all scores are settled!
Both MGK and Storm finally become restrained by security and backstage officials. The screen fades to black for the AWF intermission of the night.
After the scheduled intermission, Jessica Love once again enters the ring to make the announcements for our next match of the night.
Jessica Love: Ladies and gentlemen, this next match is will be one-on-one, and will be a No Disqualifications match!
"Ah look at all the lonely people
Ah look at all the lonely people"
Plays over the P.A. system and the crowd begins to roar as the camera pans around the arena showing all of the lonely people while the Beatles sing about Eleanor. The arena lights dim and a spotlight appears on the stage.
"All the lonely people
Where do they all come from?
All the lonely people
Where do they all belong?"
Suddenly Scorpion appears in the spotlight with his retired XHF European Championship wrapped around his waist. He whips his hair back and looks around at all the lonely people and smiles for sprinting down to the ring and sliding in. He pops up to his feet and removes the Championship from his waist and hoists it in the air. He hands the title to the ring announcer and awaits his opponent.
Jessica Love: Ladies and gentlemen, introducing, from Liverpool, England, weighing in at 250 lbs, SCORPION!
Wasted Years by Iron Maiden plays into the venue as emissions from a smoke machine cover the entrance curtain. A monitor set up next to it shows the words þe olde boarg scrolling horizontally in front of a looped graphical simulation of Thob suiting up her armor Iron-Man style. Soon Slain bursts out into sight holding Thob high above his head. She is tilted right then left to survey her environment before she is taken to the ring and placed under the bottom rope onto the mat. Slain slides in after her and remains horizontal to deliver his pep talk before giving her a pat on the cheek. He then rolls outside and shouts encouragement.
Jessica Love: And his opponent, hailing from "The execrable godless bloodlands of time immemorial", accompanied by Slain, THOB!
Tommy: And here we go, folks. Former veteran of the XHF, still in possession of the retired XHF Champion, we've got Scorpion himself in competition tonight!
Cassius: And across the ring from him, another old XHF veteran, and... Thob?
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No Disqualifications Match
Thob vs. Scorpion
The bell rings, and this match is under way! Scorpion stands, as intimidating as ever, albeit with a bit of a crazy look in his eyes that we've been seeing more lately. On the other side of the ring stands Thob, simply staring ahead at her opponent with a black, expressionless face. Scorpion looks at Slain, who stands behind Thob and simply gestures down to her as if to say "Your fight is with her, not me". Scorpion then turns his gaze back to Thob, this time glaring with a great intensity. Scorpion slowly inches his way to the middle of the ring, and then holds up an arm, waving his hand and beckoning for Thob to meet him and exchange in a test of strength. Thob remains motionless, and instead, just stands there, staring at Scorpion.
Taylor: Cassius, I must say, this doesn't make one bit of sense to me. As a wrestling veteran, is there anything you can tell us that might shed some light on what we're witnessing?
Romano: Tommy, I'd like to think I got this job due to the expertise I can provide, but in this case, well, no... I've simply never seen anything like this before.
Scorpion becomes frustrated and lowers his arms. He raises his fists up, deciding that perhaps Thob would be more willing to start this match off with a striking battle. However, from across the ring, Thob still doesn't move at all. An empty look in her eyes, she simply gazes, perhaps not directly AT, but THROUGH Scorpion. Something about her lack of movement or emotion actually seems unsettling.
Taylor: More mind games from Thob!
Romano: I think you're right, Tommy! Wait, wait a second, now you have me agreeing. Thob is just a pig!
Taylor: But is she really just a pig, Cassius?
Romano: At this point, I really don't know anymore.
Scorpion, frustrated yells at Thob to come to the center of the ring and face him like a man. Thob still doesn't move, and just continues to look straight forward. Scorpion looks up at Slain, as if to say "What the hell, man?" But Slain offers no explaining, and again points to Thob, telling Scorpion that this fight will be between those two. Scorpion looks back at Thob and nods his head, understanding now that this will not just be a battle of physicality, but it will also be a battle of wits. Scorpion begins to pace the ring, glaring at Thob, who doesn't pace in kind, but instead, still just stands there, staring. Scorpion leaps forward as if he might throw a kick, but then holds back, clearing trying to get inside Thob's head. Thob doesn't flinch or even move, though. Scorpion shakes his head in anger.
Taylor: And now Scorpion tries to play some of these mind games!
Romano: But it didn't work Tommy, and now we're all the way back at square one!
Scorpion now begins to yell at the referee, completely unsure with how he should eve go about this match. After all, he doesn't just want to initiate an attack on a pig, armor or not. While Scorpion is yelling at the referee, Slain suddenly grabs Thob by her hind legs, swings her around, and throws her directly into the back of Scorpion, who in effect,
bumps into the referee, knocking him out of the ring!
Taylor: Woah!
Romano: What the hell is this?
Taylor: I guess Thob struck first in this match-up!
Romano: Thob or Slain? What the hell is going on here?
With Scorpion down, Slain raises Thob up in the air, and then drops her body down directly onto the head of Scorpion! That did not look pleasant! Slain quickly slides out of the ring, grabbing Thob by the legs and pulling her to ringside along with him! Quickly, Slain pushes Thob under the ring, as Scorpion holds his head in pain, crawling to his feet. Scorpion looks around and then sees that Slain is now outside the ring. Scorpion yells "WHERE IS SHE?" but Slain simply shrugs his shoulders and throws up his hands, as if to say "I don't know". Scorpion, livid, slides out of the ring, and begins to look around, but Thob is not in sight.
Taylor: Scorpion looks pretty livid, Cassius!
Romano: If you threw a pig at me, I wouldn't be too pleased either!
Scorpion begins to run around the ring, looking for Thob. He circles the ring one full time, however as he comes to pass Slain again, Slain reaches under the ring and pulls Thob out by the legs again, tossing her directly into Scorpion's path, causing him to trip over her. Slain quickly grabs Thob and rolls her back into the ring, as Scorpion gets up, his eyes lit up with anger.
Taylor: Scorpion is gonna flip out!
Romano: Can't blame him! It's about time this match picked up some steam!
Scorpion re-enters the ring, but this time, his eyes are no longer locked on Thob, but on Slain. Slain holds up his hands as if to say "I'm not here to fight you, Thob is" but Scorpion is having none of it. He runs forward, and delivers a punch, but at the last second, Slain holds Thob up as a shield, and Scorpion inadvertently punches Thob right in the face! Scorpion looks a little bit shocked for a moment since Thob wasn't his target, and Slain uses this opportunity to throw Thob at Scorpion! But this time Scorpion catches Thob, and Slain quickly dropkicks Thob on the back, smashing her into Scorpion's face! Both Thob and Scorpion fall to the mat.
Taylor: This is just about the craziest match I may have ever seen before, Cassius!
Romano: I certainly give Slain points for creativity in this bout!
Slain now bends over Thob, perhaps concerned with her well- being, or perhaps he is managing her and informing her that she needs to stay on top of her opponent. Either way, this minor pause allows Scorpion enough time to crawl to his feet. He grabs Slain, and delivers The Stroke to Slain! The crowd cheers as Scorpion next climbs up to the top rope.
Romano: And now the ring veteran has had enough! He's going to take a high risk!
Taylor: We'll need to wait and see if it pays off!
Scorpion waits for Slain to get back up to his feet, and then leaps off the top rope with a missile dropkick! The fans go crazy, as Scorpion goes for a quick pin. But of course, the referee is still knocked out on the outside of the ring, and besides, Slain is not the opponent, but Thob is. Scorpion gets to his knees, frustrated at this intricate and somewhat confusing match-up, but decides to play it smart and focus on Slain. Scorpion lefts up Slain, yells out to the crowd, and then quickly nails the Scorpion Plex! Due to the referee still being out, Scorpion doesn't bother going to a pin this time, because the ref is knocked out, and even if the referee wasn't knocked out, it would be pointless. Instead, Scorpion lifts up Slain's legs, sets him up, and locks in the Scorpion Lock! The crowd is going crazy as Scorpion pulls back on the move, putting more leverage and pressure on the back and legs of Slain! After a minute, Slain begins to tap out!
Taylor: Scorpion is making Slain tap out! One legend has another dead to rights!
Romano: But Scorpion's match isn't with Slain, it's with Thob.
Taylor: Yes, but by targeting Slain's legs, Scorpion may be making it harder for Slain to lift Thob up like we've seen him do before!
Romano: Wow... for once, you're actually right, kid.
Slain is still tapping out, when finally, Scorpion releases the hold. He then turns around, and looks at Thob, his eyes filled with rage now. The crowd is cheering, as Scorpion stands up, and points to Thob. Thob is simply standing in the corner, staring at Scorpion. Scorpion walks over to Thob and yells "It's just you and me now, you little bitch!"
Romano: Did Scorpion just call that pig a bitch? Thob has really gotten to him.
Taylor: That's no ordinary pig, Romano. At least I don't think so anymore.
Scorpion gets his hands on Thob for the first time in this match, turns her upside down, and hangs her up against a turnbuckle by her hind legs. He then walks across the other side of the ring and calls out for a Stinger Splash, and the fans cheer! Scorpion is going to go for a modified version of one of his signature moves! He runs forward... but then stops, noticing that Slain is still climbing to his feet. Scorpion grabs Slain by the hair and lifts him up to his knees before headbutting him not once, not twice, but three times in a row. Scorpion then grabs Slain, and delivers an Irish whip into the same turnbuckle that Thob is hanging from by her hind legs! Scorpion then props Slain up on top of Thob against the turnbuckle, and backs away across the ring again. He once again calls for the Scorpion splash, and then sprints forward. He leaps up into the air... and at the last second, Scorpion LANDS the move... but not on Slain, who manages to dive out of the way... Scorpion hits the Scorpion Splash on Thob, however, and both competitors fall backwards to the ground from the impact!
Taylor: Scorpion Splash! This one could be over!
Romano: It's a weird case, where Scorpion DID hit the move on his opponent, but I'm not even sure how well that benefits him at this point.
As Scorpion is getting to his feet, Slain also climbs to his feet, and grabs Thob as well! Slain HURLS Thob at Scorpion from just inches off the ground, and somehow, Scorpion is able to use this as an opportunity to hit Thob with the DROP TOE HOLD OF DEATH!
Taylor: This could be it, Cassius!
Romano: ...Could it? The referee is still knocked out!
Taylor: What the hell, is his skull made out of glass?
Romano: Perhaps... but he is finally now beginning to show signs of movement.
Indeed, the referee is beginning to move around on the outside of the ring, attempting to get to his feet. Scorpion, for his part, is slightly distracted now, his attention having been turnt to the ref. From the other side of the ring, Slain runs forward, does a flip, flying into the cutter position on Scorpion, and NAILING Slayer! Scorpion appears to be out, as the referee climbs into the ring, having been a pretty useless ref during this entire match.
Taylor: Slayer!
Romano: Congratulations Tommy, that is indeed the name of the move.
Taylor: I'm just saying! It was a big move, and now the referee is finally back in the game!
Romano: There hasn't been a legal pin on either of the official match competitors Tommy, and this match is No Disqualification, so it wouldn't matter if he had been there. Get over it, will you?
Slain grabs Scorpion by his arms, and drags him over to the bottom turnbuckle, where he leans his head and shoulders on the bottom rope. Slain then grabs Thob, and props the pig up right over Scorpion's face. The fans are in disbelief, as Slain walks across the ring, and climbs up to the top rope!
Taylor: My God... You don't think...
Romano: We may be thinking the same thing, Tommy! We may be about to see the Man Terminator! I've heard a lot about this move but I've yet to see it live!
Slain leaps off the top rope, diving off the middle of the ring, and dropkicking Thob into Socprion's face, NAILING the Man Terminator! The fans are shocked, as Slain now grabs Scorpion's boot and drags him to the center of the ring. Slain then lifts up Thob high above his head! Could it be? Slain throws Thob up in the air, and Thob lands directly on a downed Scorpion! Thob remains on top of Scorpion as Slain demands the referee make the count.
Romano: This could be it!
...1
...2
...3!
Jessica Love: Ladies and gentlemen, your winner by Pinfall: Thob!
Taylor: Well now I've seen everything, Cassius!
Romano: I'm not sure if this match-up in concept was fair to Scorpion, but kudos to him for putting up a hell of a fight!
Taylor: It sure was a hell of a fight, Cassius, but in the end, the enigma that is Thob proved to be a force to be reckoned with here in the AWF!
As Slain and Thob celebrate, Slain's theme song comes to a screeching halt. There is a moment of silence before it's switched to another theme song. Suddenly, "Live to Win" by Paul Stanley is playing. It's right then when gasps are heard. Slain turns around and the X*Crown Champion himself, Hardcore Harry, steps out.
Taylor: Wait. I think I know him!
Romano: Don't you know anything about wrestling before your high school days, son? This is Hardcore Harry, the X*Crown Champion from the Xtreme Hardcore Federation! Why would he possibly be here in Bethesda, Ohio? And what is that he has with him!?
Surely Hardcore Harry isn't alone. In fact, in front of him is a shopping cart. In the shopping cart is a collection of different wrestling championship belts. There's the XCW World Heavyweight Championship here. There's the BDDWF Ultimate Championship there. All of the belts that comprise the XHF X*Crown Championship is in the shopping cart! Hardcore Harry looks up at Slain and smiles to him. He reaches out his hand and waves to him before turning and rolling the shopping cart back toward the other side of the curtain and away.
Taylor: I feel like Harry wasn't here just to congratulate Slain on his victory.
Romano: I agree. I think Harry is sending a message to Slain. I don't quite know what's going on, but I suspect we'll find out soon.
Romano: I'm not sure if this match-up in concept was fair to Scorpion, but kudos to him for putting up a hell of a fight!
Taylor: It sure was a hell of a fight, Cassius, but in the end, the enigma that is Thob proved to be a force to be reckoned with here in the AWF!
As Slain and Thob celebrate, Slain's theme song comes to a screeching halt. There is a moment of silence before it's switched to another theme song. Suddenly, "Live to Win" by Paul Stanley is playing. It's right then when gasps are heard. Slain turns around and the X*Crown Champion himself, Hardcore Harry, steps out.
Taylor: Wait. I think I know him!
Romano: Don't you know anything about wrestling before your high school days, son? This is Hardcore Harry, the X*Crown Champion from the Xtreme Hardcore Federation! Why would he possibly be here in Bethesda, Ohio? And what is that he has with him!?
Surely Hardcore Harry isn't alone. In fact, in front of him is a shopping cart. In the shopping cart is a collection of different wrestling championship belts. There's the XCW World Heavyweight Championship here. There's the BDDWF Ultimate Championship there. All of the belts that comprise the XHF X*Crown Championship is in the shopping cart! Hardcore Harry looks up at Slain and smiles to him. He reaches out his hand and waves to him before turning and rolling the shopping cart back toward the other side of the curtain and away.
Taylor: I feel like Harry wasn't here just to congratulate Slain on his victory.
Romano: I agree. I think Harry is sending a message to Slain. I don't quite know what's going on, but I suspect we'll find out soon.
Taylor: I expected Thob to be interesting, but I got even more than I bargained for!
Romano: That pig is no ordinary pig, true. But you have to give credit where credit is due and Scorpion has not let up one bit! Actually, since we're on the topic of amazing matches, it looks like our next amazing match is about to start!
Mark Crozer's "Live In Fear" begins to play throughout the VFW as Bray Wyatt comes out. He has a sick, sadistic smile on his face as he steps out. He slowly makes his way to the ring and steps under the bottom rope. His eyes show no fear and as he squeezes his fist, we can assume in this match that he will show no mercy.
Jessie Love: This next match is scheduled for one-fall, and it is the last of the quarter-final matches to determine the the first AWF Champion! In the ring now, from Lafayette, Louisiana, weighing in at 285 pounds, Bray Wyatt!
Taylor: And here is Bray Wyatt! Shivers are already being sent down my spine!
Romano: He's a large man and he's very powerful. With the look he's giving the audience, he has the right mental state. I don't think he'll too much difficulty finding his place in this match.
Pornosonic's "Spyderpussy" hits and the house lights dim, filtered spotlights cast a warm pink and purple haze on the curtain. At the ten-second mark, eXXXstacy slips seductively through the curtain to a great response from the men in the crowd. She eyes the crowd and then gestures back to the curtain as just as the song kicks in fully, Jackson Steele steps onto the stage to catcalls and whistling from the women - the men mostly boo him, save for a few who bow down in mock hero-worship. He stretches out his arms and turns a full circle, showing off his toned and oiled body before swaggering down the aisle in time with the music, as eXXXstacy follows.
He takes a meandering course down the aisle, flitting from woman to woman as he ogles, flirts, and even manages to scrawl a phone number across the top of one ecstatic fan's boob before making the "call me" gesture to her. Sliding under the bottom rope he struts alongside one set of ring ropes, gyrating and thrusting his hips and making eye contact with the women who cheer him, before hopping up to the top turnbuckle, once more flexing and posing before giving a "suck it!" Crotch chop.
Jessie Love: And his opponent, accompanied by eXXXstacy, from Niagara Falls, Ontario, Canada, weighing in at 231 pounds, Jackston Steele!
Taylor: Look at her... She's gorgeous.
Romano: Hey! Tommy, keep your eyes on Jackson! He's the one wrestling tonight!
Taylor: On him? But I'm not gay.
Romano: This isn't about... Ugh, forget it. The match is about to start. Just remember why you're getting paid.
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AWF Championship Tournament Quarter-Finals
Bray Wyatt vs. Jackson Steele
Referee Gabe Valentine motions for the bell. With a ding, both Bray Wyatt and Jackson Steele get into position and circle the ring. They choose to lock up. Jackson immediately attempts to outpower Wyatt. Bad move. Bray throws him backwards so hard it forces him to the other side of the ring. I guess Mr. Steele may have been a bit... Cocky (Get it? Referring both to his confidence and his penis.) Wyatt begins to laugh, and hard. Jackson gets back to his feet. He charges back at Wyatt. Wyatt is ready to show off his strength some more. Wait! Steele slides between Bray Wyatt's feet! He pulls Wyatt over for a school boy! Pin!
One..
Two...
Thr- wait! Referee Gabe Valentine found Jackson Steele's legs on the ropes! With a smile, Steele complied with the requests of the referee and took his legs off.
Taylor: How cowardly! What makes this guy think that the referee wouldn't notice that?
Romano: Probably because it has worked so many times for them in the past. If you noticed, it almost worked this time.
Jackson gets off. He waits until Wyatt gets to his feet and tries again. He throws a fist to Bray but he redirects it away. Jackson's eyes grow wide. He narrowly ducks a retaliatory punch from Wyatt. Jackson throws another punch. It lands! ...but it looks like it did jack-shit! Wyatt throws his knee HARD into Jackson's stomach. He quickly capitalizes with a drop suplex! Bray Wyatt damn near sees stars spinning over the head of his competitor. He runs backwards into the ropes and bounces back with a leg drop! Wyatt covers:
One...
Two...
Kickout!
Bray gets up and grabs his hair, visibly upset with the way that this match is unfolding and how much effort is being exhausted in securing a win. Bray turns back to Jackson Steele, who is in the middle of getting up from the canvas. He runs in for a clothesline, but Jackson ducks it! Jackson runs and bounces from the opposite ropes. He runs back to Bray Wyatt who delivers a resounding spinebuster! The risque actor is back in a place he knows well - the floor! Bray backs up into the ropes and explodes back, hitting Jackson Steele with a splash! He goes for the pin:
One...
Two...
Th- Wait! The referee stops counting. He notices the legs of Jackson Steele on the bottom rope!
Taylor: And AGAIN with the legs! This Jackson guy sure knows how to use his body!
Romano: Phrase it better, will you? This is a family show! Yes, Jackson has superb ring awareness, but without a way to escape the brutal onslaught of his opponent, ring awareness can only get you so far!
Bray Wyatt is gritting his teeth. He's absolutely furious. He brings his adult male star of an opponent to his feet and man handles him. He throws him to the corner turnbuckle and charges him! Bray makes contact shoulder first when he spears Mr. Steele. Jackson falls down to the ground, still in the corner. Bray Wyatt sticks his foot out into the neck of Jackson, inflicting even more suffering! The referee begins making the count for the choke:
One...
Two...
Bray Wyatt lets go and has Jackson Steele on his feet in the corner again. Jackson looks out of it! Wyatt takes a few paces back to the center of the ring and charges back to the corner. Jackson jumps out of the way! Bray crashes and burns in the turnbuckle... rather the exposed turnbuckle! The referee's eyes shoot open and starts accusing Jackson of untying the turnbuckle. Jackson raises his hands and shows that he doesn't have anything off of him. Bray looks back, in pain. As he does this, Referee Gabe Valentine faces the other direction and starts informing staff of the predicament. While the referee is turned, Steele grins to Wyatt and reaches into his wrestling trunks and pulls out the turnbuckle. Wyatt's face goes white. Jackson quickly throws the evidence out of the ring before he could get caught.
Taylor:: Did... did you see him do that?
Romano: I didn't see anything. I don't even know how he could have done it!
Bray Wyatt manages to pry himself from the turnbuckle and the marks seem to suggest that Bray is in a serious amount of pain. Jackson, himself, is in quite a bit of pain himself, having been pummeled by his opponent. Bray gets to his feet. He also finds Jackson to his feet, which is an insult. Bray worked too hard to allow Jackson Steele to be anywhere other than on the floor crying for his mother. He charges at Jackson, who counters with a drop toe hold! Wyatt goes down with his front half on the middle rope. Jackson sees an opportunity. He runs to the opposite rope, bouncing back with more momentum. He jumps on the back of Bray Wyatt, choking him.
Taylor: It looks like the tables have turned and now Jackson seems to be having the lead!
Romano: That's true, but Jackson still has a long way to go. He has Wyatt best on trickery and invention, but strength and endurance appear to be two key obstacles in his path.
Bray finds it to be a struggle but eventually does forces his way off of the middle rope, and not a moment too soon as he sees Steele charging at him. Quick on his feet, he grabs Jackson and pumps his knee deep into his stomach. Jackson Steele flips over his knee and onto the floor. Upon hitting the floor, he goes into the fetal position. He tosses and turns like a six year old experiencing a bad nightmare. Bray Wyatt brings Jackson Steele to his feet and poses, bringing his right arm into the air. He's signaling the end, that Wyatt is about to end this match. He has him leaned back, clearly about to hit the reverse STO known as the Sister Abigail, but wait! Jackson Steele back flips out of it and lands on his feet. DDT ON BRAY WYATT!
Taylor: Jackson Steel got the break he finally needed!
Romano: But can he capitalize on it? If he can't, there's no way he can turn this match around.
Jackson Steele wants to get down and dirty. He wants to get on the floor. It's help him recover, anyway. He grabs the legs of Bray Wyatt and begins to contort them. He gets on the ground and locks in the figure four leg lock! Immediately, Bray Wyatt begins screaming. He's swinging his arms around, trying to find the ropes. However, it's kind of difficult to do that once you're in the center of the ring! He's looking for a way out, but none appears to be there. He begins to claw and scrape at Jackson, trying to get out, but that's not going to happen. This isn't Steele's first rodeo. He's done this before, and he's very good at it. Bray finds one way out of it. He throws a punch to Jackson. It lands. The one punch made him dizzy. Bray goes for another, but Jackson Steele moves his body back and dodges. Bray is actually screaming at Jackson now. Jackson grins. Bray tries punch after punch, but Jackson has learned. After the first hit, he wasn't going to fall for another. Bray wants to get out of this and quickly because he knows he's about to tap out. He uses his upper body strength and digs deep, pulling both his body and the body of Jackson Steele towards the ropes. He grabs it! Reluctantly, Steele lets go.
Taylor: We're approaching the fifteen minute mark. How long will these two keep going?
Romano: As long as it takes. They know that they won't get to the semi-finals of the tournament unless the other one is out!
Both Jackson Steele and Bray Wyatt begin making their way to their feet. Steele gets to his feet first right before Bray does. The figure four is a devastating move and while Wyatt was able to get out of it, there is no doubt that the devastation is lasting. Jackson grabs Bray and Irish whips him, but there's a reversal! Now Jackson is being the one Irish whipped and it was to the turnbuckle that's missing the padding! Wyatt runs and slams Jackson with his signature body avalanche! With metal to skin contact, Jackson hits the floor hard! Bray smiles as he pins:
One...
Two...
Thre-Kickout!
Taylor: And still no kick out!
Romano: Not yet, but I feel like these two gladiators are running on fumes!
Bray Wyatt brings Jackson Steele to his feet. He bares his teeth, ready to end things and finish this match once and for all. He positions Steele for his Belly to Back Gutbuster! He brings him over his shoulder and slams him do-Wait! Jackson is struggling. He wiggles and falls behind Bray Wyatt! Pearl Necklace! Jackson Steele has caught this larger man into this submission move, this headlock! Immediately, Bray throws his arms out. He attempts to claws the eyes out of the smaller Steele, but with the perfect execution of the move and Wyatt's broad shoulders, he can't reach! Referee Gabe Valentine is continually asking him if he's OK and if he wants to tap out and quit. Bray is adamant. He's not giving up, not while he still has the will to fight! Bray's face is getting red. He's getting desperate. With Steele on him, Wyatt uses his strength and lifts Jackson off the ground. He runs backwards into the exposed turnbuckle! With the force and desperation, there is a visible expression of pain onto the pornstar's face.
Taylor: Bray's not ready to give up!
Romano: He's not, but he's playing a risky game. His last-ditch plan is to hope Jackson can let go and the only way to cause him enough pain to do it is to lift him up. The downside is by doing that, it's causing him to tighten the hold, which is making the pain that much worse.
Jackson is gritting his teeth. Bray Wyatt just slams Jackson into the exposed turnbuckle for the second time. Jackson is screaming. He's squeezing on his hold as tight as possible because the second hit made it feel like his back nearly shattered. He barely survived a second and is certain won't survive a third. Wyatt lifts up Jackson for the last time. He runs backwards! ...and stops right before contact is made. The referee looks at Bray Wyatt and he looks passed out. The referee lifts his arm up. It falls down.
One!
The referee lifts his arm up for the second time. It falls down.
Two!
The referee lifts his arm up for the third time.
...It falls down! Three!
Jessie Love: Here is your winner by knockout, and advancing to the semi-finals, Jackson Steele!
Taylor: That was impressive. Actually, beyond impressive! Jackson proved to be the more cunning individual today. He's gone through almost twenty minutes of hell and yet came out on top!
Romano: Well at least for tonight. I'm sure the next time these two meet, the intensity will grow even higher. And in just a moment, we will determine who will go up against this riveting wrestler in the semi-finals! Will it be Kira Izumi or Alexei Kyznetsov?
Before the main event, the camera cuts to the makeshift locker room in the back. Storm had a bag of ice pressed to his cheek. On the other hand is a cell phone. Storm grits his teeth.
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Storm redials. He waits through ring and after ring. Finally there's an answer.
Voice: Hello?
The voice sounded off. It was low enough but didn't sound right. Storm thought it might be poor phone quality but in his anger, didn't think too much of it.
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Voice: This is Doctor Dennis Johnson from Bethesda North Hospital. Are you a friend of family member to Mr. Duncan?
Michael Storm's heart skips a beat. His jaw drops.
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Dr. Johnson: We can only discuss this with family so if you can-
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There is a brief silence. An audible sigh is heard over the phone.
Dr. Johnson: Mr. Duncan was transported here by ambulance. He's stable... but unconscious.
Storm drops the bag of ice and covers his mouth. His face goes red for a moment, before he forces himself to regain composure.
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Michael Storm presses the 'END CALL' button on his phone and gets up and narrows his eyes.
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Storm reaches into his gym bag, pulls out his car keys and runs off camera. The camera cuts to the next match.
Taylor: My God, I feel for Storm.
Romano: As do I. We don't know the whole story but we here at the AWF wish a full and complete recovery for Michael Storm's friend and trainer, Michael Clarke Duncan. Onto some better news we have a match coming up right now to decide the final semi-finalist in the AWF Championship Tournament!
A red lights begins to pulsate to the beat of the drums as Kira comes out from the back. He stops to stare at the crowd as Kirito soon follows behind him. They make their way down the ramp way and start walking around the ring. Flipping fans off and yelling insults at them before he reaches the steps. He climbs them and flips over onto the top set of ropes where he looks out at the crowd and shakes his body. He walks to the adjacent corner and does the same. He goes over to the other two as well.
Jessie Love: This next match is scheduled for one-fall, and it is the next quarter-final match to determine the the first AWF Champion! On the way to the ring now, From Shinhidaka, Hokkaido, Japan - accompanied by Kirito Izumi, and weighing in at 200 pounds, Kira Izumi!
He gets down and goes to the middle of the ring where he starts shaking violently before he spits blood mist in the air and drops to the mat motionless.
Taylor: This guy doesn't like America and he's cocky as hell. What is he doing here?
Romano: Listen, Tommy. None of these two are fans of America. But they're here and they know how to wrestle. In the end, that's what we're looking for!
Fall Out Boy's "Centuries" begins to play, Alexei Kyznetsov emerges from backstage. stands in front of the curtain and raises both his hands in the air facing the crowd. He makes his way down to the ring, doing a slow jog.
Jessie Love: And his opponent, originally from Moscow, Russia, now residing in Las Vegas, Nevada - weighing in at 186 pounds, Alexei Kyznetsov!
The fans cheer as the Russian is announced as an American resident. Alexei looks annoyed. He hops onto the apron and jumps over the ropes to enter the ring. He moves into his corner and raises his arms again to the crowd. Then he stands in the corner, bouncing on his balls of his feet ready for the match.
Taylor: Well it doesn't look like Kyznetsov appreciates it but he appears to be the designated fan favorite for this match!
Romano: But it looks like he's fueled off of rage. He appears to have a chip against the world. Maybe it'll help him in this match.
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AWF Championship Tournament Quarter-Finals
Alexei Kyznetsov vs. Kira Izumi
Neither are American and neither like America. That's where their agreements end. What's more important is which will become one step closer to being the AWF Champion.
The two men circle each other as the fans chant "USA! USA! USA!" in support of the "designated American" Kyznetsov, who becomes distracted and heads to the ropes to tell the fans where they can stick their "USA!" Izumi wastes little time in capitalizing, dropping him to one knee with a hard stomp to the left calf before grabbing a handful of hair and pulling back hard, nearly snapping the Russian's neck and slamming him back-first onto the mat.
Taylor: First blood to Izumi, he jumped Kyznetsov from behind and taught him a valuable lesson!
Romano: Never turn your back on your opponent! That's poor strategy from the Russian!
Kyznetsov holds the back of his neck as he wobbles to his feet, the referee admonishing Izumi for grabbing hair. Kyznetsov charges Izumi but he telegraphs it, and Izumi easily counters with a whip into the corner. He follows in with a hard knee to the small of the back and once more grabs the hair and slams Kyznetsov down. The referee pushes Izumi back and rips into him as Kirito jumps up onto the apron to defend her man.
Taylor: Well that didn't take long at all! The Izumis are already ganging up on the referee!
Romano: I honestly don't see what's wrong with that at all. That's what a manager is for!
The ref warns Kirito not to get involved but Kira circles away, drawing the ref's attention and he doesn't notice Kirito grab a hold of Kyznetsov's head and guillotine him across the top rope. The fans protest, but when the ref turns round all he sees is Kyznetsov on the floor where he last saw him, and Kirito nonchalantly looking innocent down on the arena floor.
Taylor: From ganging up on the ref to ganging up on the opponent, Kira and Kirito are setting out their stall early folks! I think their strategy is very clear to see here!
Izumi pulls Kyznetsov up by the head and leads him into the middle of the ring where he sets up for a suplex - but Kyznetszov surprises everyone with a quick small package! Izumi kicks out easily but looks angry to be so easily embarrassed, charging Kyznetsov he is met with a hard knee to the gut and he front-flips over the Russian's leg and hits the mat hard! Following up with a soccer punt across the back as Izumi sits up, Kyznetsov hits a somersault neck whip, athletically rolls through and comes straight back off the ropes, then hits a basement dropkick as Izumi goes to sit up again. Kipping up, Kyznetsov receives a huge ovation from the crowd, which he promptly rejects with a few choice curses in Russian.
Taylor: Kyzntesov responds with a blistering attack!
Romano: On Izumi or on the fans?
Almost allowing himself to be distracted by the fans once more Kyznetsov has to think fast as Izumi groggily rushes in, hitting a drop toe hold and then looking to lock in an STF but Izumi luckily has enough wherewithal to scramble to the bottom rope and cling on with both arms for dear life. The ref gets Kyznetsov off of him and makes him take a step back, as Kirito goes to give her husband some encouragement. Kyznetsov isn't going to let him off so easy though, and pushing past the ref grabs a hold of Izumi's right ankle, pulling him away from the ropes and locking in a vicious ankle lock. The crowd cheer as Izumi cries out in pain and desperately reaches out to Kirito, who is trying to reach underneath the bottom rope.
Taylor: That's got to hurt.
Romano: Of course it hurts! That's why they're using that move! If it didn't hurt, they'd do something else that does!
Kyznetsov cranks up the pressure on the ankle but Izumi withstands it, for nearly half a minute he desperately tries to claw his way to the safety of the bottom rope but finds himself unable to get any purchase on the mat. With a huge cry to distract himself from the pain he manages to push himself up onto his hands and get his left foot underneath him, slowly bringing himself more upright until he catches a lucky break, Kyznetsov's grip weakens and Izumi spins around with a lightning quick enzuigiri that almost knocks his opponent out. Both men down, Izumi can't make the most of this opportunity as he clutches his twisted ankle, and the referee starts counting.
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Taylor: That enzuigiri really did a number on Kyznetsov, luckily for him he did enough damage to that ankle that Kira Izumi has decided the best offense is a good defense, he's rolled into the corner to put some distance between himself and his opponent while he regroups.
Romano: Kyznetsov's barely moved and the count is still on… looks like Izumi could be gambling on a shock TKO here.
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Kyznetsov suddenly lurches and snaps back into reality, looking around him he sees Izumi dragging himself up a turnbuckle, gingerly favoring the ankle, and the sound of the ref's count echoes in his groggy head. He starts dragging himself towards the opposite turnbuckle.
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Kyznetsov pulls himself up onto the bottom rope, then the middle, finally managing to get to his feet just after the count of 9.
Taylor: Both men are up, the show must go on!
The two eye each other from across the ring, Kyznetsov blinking to try and refocus, Izumi with a look of vicious hatred burning in his eyes as he tries to stretch out his ankle. Kirito slaps the mat as she shouts instructions in Japanese, Izumi looks down at her, then back up to see Kyznetsov charging in at him. A quick dodge sends Kyznetsov chest-first into the corner, he bounces out and Izumi - at slightly less than full speed, but still impressively fast - rebounds off the ropes and decks him with a slingblade. He chances a pinfall -
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Kick out! Izumi throws his hands up on top of his head as Kyznetsov stays in the match. Not wanting to give him any recovery time he's quickly up and sets about him with a barrage of stomps, switching tack only to drop a couple of falling fists and pointed elbows onto his opponent. The crowd boo Izumi mercilessly and he pauses briefly to taunt them, sneering wickedly at them and beckoning them to give him more hatred.
Izumi: Let me have it, America! Hate me as I hate you! Cheer on your Russian, your president is his president's pet!
The crowd start to cheer as Kyznetsov starts getting up behind Izumi, who senses this and just wags a finger at the crowd. He waits… and then swings round, nearly contorting himself to wrap his right leg round Alexei's left arm, dropping him to the mat and locking in the IZUMI SPECIAL (arm bar out of nowhere)
Taylor: There's the Izumi Special, how in the hell he got that one in I'll ever know!
Romano: You could watch that one in slow-mo fifty times and still never see how he did it! That's what makes this guy so special!
Kyznetsov screams as his shoulder joint is hyperextended, and the pair are slap-bang in the middle of the ring with no way to get to the ropes. But he thinks fast, and grabs Izumi's bad ankle and twists it - not enough to cause a submission but hard enough for Izumi to feel the effects of the ankle lock coming back and he quickly lets off of the armbar.
Taylor: That was a smart move by Alexei Kyznetsov! He knew he had nowhere to go so he targeted the already-weakened ankle and it paid off!
Romano: Alright, I'll give him that one, it was smart.
Both men face each other from opposite corners once again, each one daring the other to make the first move until finally they both set off at the same time, this time round no man gets the upper hand as they clash in a flurry of strikes, Izumi getting off some low kicks to Kyznetsov's shins, the Russian managing to lash a forearm across Izumi's face. Kyznetsov gets Izumi in a front face lock, but the Japanese wrestler breaks out into a hammerlock, looking for a dragon suplex and this time it's Alexei's turn to reverse as he turns himself around so he himself is in a front face lock, lifts Izumi up and hits an inverted atomic drop.
Kirito hops up onto the apron and protests to the referee that Kyznetsov used an illegal low blow - the ref waves off her protests but she argues back. She starts to climb in through the ropes and the referee tries to hold her back - Alexei decides he has had enough and he shoves her hard in the chest, she goes flying off the apron and lands hard on the floor below!
Romano: I cannot believe what I just saw! That barbarian just pushed a woman!
Taylor: Wow I… I can't really defend that, she's like, 90 pounds!
The fans don’t care though, and they cheer Kyznetsov once again, and once again he turns to tell them exactly what he thinks - only to be met with a legitimate low-blow from Izumi! Completely unseen by the ref of course, who is down checking on Kirito. Izumi looks down at his opponent, then down to his wife, and scoots out of the ring to check on her. He pushes the ref out of the way, and cradles her in his arms.
Romano: Izumi I know she's your wife and all but don’t risk this whole tournament by getting yourself counted out!
Taylor: Well he pushed the referee away and - yes, he's now going to go into the ring to start the count for both men.
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Taylor: If Izumi had let the ref be he would have a bit longer than ten seconds to check on Kirito!
Romano: The referee should show some respect to the Izumis by giving them a time out!
Taylor: Hold on, it looks like he's… rifling through her pockets?
Izumi apparently takes something from his wife's pocket and then turns back to the ring where Kyznetsov is struggling to his feet. The Russian spits towards him and warns him that if he gets back in the ring he's going to have his head torn off. Izumi hesitates, and looks to be actually debating as he places a hand over his mouth and rubs his chin.
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Izumi paces around the other side of the ring, as Kyznetsov turns to follow him wherever he goes, still shouting insults.
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Izumi heads over to the front row of fans and orders one of them up to their feet - before stealing their chair.
Taylor: How on Earth does he think he's going to get away with that right in front of the referee!?
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Finally he slides underneath the bottom rope as Kirito Izumi fades back into consciousness. She looks up to her husband, Kira, and finds him holding a chair. She absolutely does not want her husband to be disqualified so she creates a diversion. She grabs her stomach and starts screaming. The referee turns around and rushes to her aid. As referees, they are trained in first aid and mandated to step in for medical assistance if the need exists.
Taylor: Oh no! I hope that she's ok!
Romano: Don't you see, Tommy? This is just a diversion to distract the ref! If she was really hurt, she'd be in pain when she went down in the first place.
Kirito speaks to the referee only in Japanese in order to prevent him from looking back at the match and to cause further confusion. At the part of the ring where the real action is happening, Kira is holding a chair in his hand. Alexei Kyznetsov spins Kira Izumi around. This was part of his plan as he unleashes BLOOD MIST to his opponent! Alexei ducks it! He's facing away from Kira... then strikes him hard with a Pele kick! This forces Kira to fall backwards, barely held vertical by the ropes. Barely unconscious. Alexei turns around and runs hard toward Kira... only to be struck by the chair! Kira was able to hold onto the chair after that Pele Kick! The referee turns around and finds Alexei Kyznetsov on the ground and sees Kira holding onto the chair. He puts two and two together and calls for the bell!
Jessie Love: Here is your winner by disqualification, and advancing to the semi-finals of the tournament, Alexei Kyznetsov!
Taylor: That's what he took off of Kirito! He took a capsule or something to set up his Blood Mist, then tried to use that steel chair as a red herring… but he didn't fool Alexei Kyznetsov! He had that mist scouted!
Romano: Unfortunately Kira was caught with the chair. I think it made too much noise for the VFW. He would have get away with it at the larger arenas.
Taylor: Take nothing away from Kira Izumi, he started strong but I think he got too cocky with the shenanigans and only outsmarted himself. He showed great potential tonight, that smash-mouth style he has will make him a formidable opponent in the future. Even though he technically lost, he definitely made a name for himself as a fearsome warrior to be taken seriously! But for now, this match showed who all four of our semi-finalists are! I hope they can get their rest, because things won't be getting any easier. As for now, we've reached the end of our broadcast for tonight. Thank you for tuning in to Prestige 2. Stay tuned for more information such as developments and what's to come for Prestige 3! Remember that we're on Channel 10 for Verizon Fios users, and Channel 2 for those of us with Time Warner. And of course, you can live stream us online! Thank you, and good night!
The camera fades to the AWF Prestige logo before fading to black.
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