.::XHF PRESENTS - BATTLE FOR HEGEMONY::.
Jan 16, 2022 20:00:22 GMT -5
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THE XHF NETWORK PRESENTS:
JANUARY 16TH, 2022
LIVE FROM THE DOWNTOWN LONG BEACH CONVENTION CENTER IN LONG BEACH, CALIFORNIA
(Capacity: 13,500 | Attendance : 1000)
LIVE FROM THE DOWNTOWN LONG BEACH CONVENTION CENTER IN LONG BEACH, CALIFORNIA
(Capacity: 13,500 | Attendance : 1000)
BOOM! POW! POP! Lights swirl and the beat kicks in as "(You Gotta) Fight For Your Right (To Party)" by Beastie Boys, the official song for Battle of Hegemony, belts out from the PA! The fans, far and few between, cheer as they are hyped! We're on the Road to Supremacy and everyone is excited for the action! We swing to the commentary desk, where Hawke sits next to Randy, a small selection of alcoholic beverages seated beside him.
Hawke: WELCOME FOLKS! We're here in beautiful, warm Long Beach for our first show of the year, BATTLE FOR HEGEMONY! 8 wrestlers will battle it out and four will move on to face Misha Constantine at Supremacy in two weeks! You ready for this Randy?
Randy: Oh man I was born ready! But don't forget about the main event of the night!
Hawke: Felix vs El Rey?
Randy: No! Zoran Sainovic, back from the dead, takes on honified Bollywood star-
Hawke: That's backwards.
Randy: -Steve Awesome in an OVERKILL MATCH! GAH! I CAN'T WAIT!
Hawke: Before we get into the action, we have a word from our champion, MISHA CONSTANTINE! Roll the tape!
We fade up to see a cavalcade of gold. Upon the wall are mounted the twenty two belts that constitute the greatest prize in the XHF Network, the X*Crown. In front of them is a golden throne, warped from immense heat yet shined to gleaming. On the throne sits a man, and on the man's brow rests a crown.
Misha Constantine: Silence, for the Self-Made God-Emperor speaks.
Misha Constantine: Tonight we witness the thinning of the herd. Eight wrestlers will fight to be one of the four who will have the privilege of falling to me at Supremacy. Know that I will take great pleasure in watching you battle for some futile hope of taking the X*Crown from me come January 30th. Know that whatever triumph you feel tonight will turn to ashes in your mouth when we meet in the Masters of Horror match.
Misha Constantine: Now fight, and amuse me...
Misha Constantine: Silence, for the Self-Made God-Emperor speaks.
Misha Constantine: Tonight we witness the thinning of the herd. Eight wrestlers will fight to be one of the four who will have the privilege of falling to me at Supremacy. Know that I will take great pleasure in watching you battle for some futile hope of taking the X*Crown from me come January 30th. Know that whatever triumph you feel tonight will turn to ashes in your mouth when we meet in the Masters of Horror match.
Misha Constantine: Now fight, and amuse me...
Randy: Wow. Brash and confident.
Hawke: In the last four Supremacy main events, defending X*Crown Champions are 2-for-2 escaping Supremacy with their gold. Which side will Misha make a 3?Â
Randy: Well we have 2 weeks to debate that. Let's jump into the action!
Hawke: Hold up, I'm told there's a commotion outside! Let's go out there and see what's going on!
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Donzig: Tonight, we punish the XHF for daring to exclude Donzig-gun from this PREMIUM LIVE EVENT!
Snarled Donzig from behind his mask, and the Death Squad nodded in agreement. Sinclair Godfrey however seemed a but dubious, shaking her head as she stood outside of the large hangar like building.
Sinclair: Um, I think they call them Pay-per-Views still.
Donzig lifted a finger, and wagged it angrily.Â
Donzig: No, no, no. It is 2022, we are done with that shit! PREMIUM LIVE EVENT is the future.
Sinclair sighed, and shrugged as Donzig started to pace back and forth before the metal garage door, rubbing his hands together as he hissed to himself.
Donzig: They will see the error of their ways! Tonight, Donzig-gun will invade--
A pause, and Donzig turned.Â
Donzig: --What was it again?
Sinclair: Battle for Hegemony.Â
Stated Sinclair with a faint smirk. The masked head tilted, and Donzig sighed from behind it with a shrug.
Donzig: What? What kind of fucking name is that? Empty Night.
Sinclair lifted a hand to her mouth, and Donzig shook his head in disgust. Then he hammered on the door, and it slowly rose with a faint squeal of protesting metal. And he stepped back, and Sinclair looked up as the Death Squad glanced at each other confused.
Inside the garage was of all things painted a drab army green was a tank, it rolled forward to halt before Donzig. And he walked forward, to slap a hand against the hull. A door banged open, and an old bearded man popped his head out with a grin. Donzig gestured grandly, and he rubbed his hands together again.
Sinclair: Is that a tank?
Asked Sinclair clearly dumbfounded.
Donzig: It's an M4 Sherman! And tonight, we ride it into war!
Sinclair stared at the tank, then looked to Donzig before she glanced at the still staring Death Squad. A hand lifted to rub across her face, and she gave her head a shake before she shrugged.
Sinclair: Empty Night.
---
We cut back to the commentary booth.
Randy: Ominous words. What does it mean?
Hawke: I fear we'll find out soon enough.
Bonnie Jenkins: The following contest is scheduled for ONE FALL! The winner will go on to Supremacy to challenge for the X*Crown! Introducing first, from... huh, no one actually told me where they're from. No matter. Representing Phoenix Pro! Accompanied by the great Finkle. They are ZUCONNI!
Randy: The Fink! By god Hawke, I thought he was dead!
Hawke: No one is ever really dead in the XHF Randy! Nobody!
Zuconni's music plays for a bit before his manager comes out, leading a small cult following of Phoenix Pro fans in attendance to begin chanting for their feds hero.
Crowd: FREAK! FREAK! FREAK! FREAK!Â
Their patience is rewarded as the King Fr3ak Zuconni waltzes out from the back. He locks eyes with the referee in the ring, who quivers in his shoes as Zucconi slowly stalks down the ramp. He rolls under the bottom rope and stands in a corner, huffing and puffing as his manager Finkle laughs outside!
Randy: What the hell? That's not Howard Finkel! This isn't what I ordered!
Hawke: Death has a way of changing people within the XHF.
Bonnie Jenkins: And their opponent, from Kawasaki, Kanagawa, Japan. Representing J-Rok, she is "THE RĆNIN" RIIIIIIIIIN KUUUBOOOOOOOOOOOO!
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"Choose Me" plays into the arena as a Japanese brunette appears on stage. She merely glances towards the crowd tonight before looking ahead and heading down the ramp way.
By the time she's been announced Rin Kubo rolls under the bottom rope, climb up the furthest corner away from Zucconi and stand back-to-back, one foot on the middle turnbuckle and the other on the top turnbuckle. Rin has her right fist out towards the crowd and her left on her right breast, looking down and pointing at NausicaÀ who sits front row to watch her friend do battle!
Hawke: Rin Kubo has had some trouble getting her footing lately. But she did find great success in the 2020 End of Days tournament. Do you think she can find her footing and step up to challenge for the X*Crown in two weeks time Randy?
Randy: Hawke, you know I am loud and proud about my homies and homettes in the number one Japanese federation in the world! Go Rin!
ONE ON ONE NORMAL MATCH - WINNER JOINS THE XHF X*CROWN CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH AT SUPREMACY
Rin Kubo (J-RoK) vs Zucconi (Phoenix Pro)
The bell rings and Rin, confidence boiling over, charges at Zucconi and begins to batter him with strikes, kicks, anything she can use to batter him! But Zucconi eats it all up with a grin before grabbing her by the throat and choke bombing her to the mat! Thinking it'd simply be that easy, he puts a boot on her chest and lets the ref count the fall. One, two, kickout! He's a bit shocked at Rin kicking out, taking a step back as Rin grabs her throat coughing and pushes herself to her feet.
Randy: He thought it'd be that easy?
Hawke: Zucconi comes from a place where intergender isn't exactly the norm. He may have never fought a female, but he's about to learn the gals of the XHF are as tough as they come!
Rin uses the ropes to get back to her feet and Zucconi lunges for her. She pulls the ropes down, sending him up and over and onto the apron. He lands on his feet and spin around only for a shoulder tackle into the gut from Rin keels him over. Rin ain't done yet though, she grabs him and yanks him throat first down onto the ropes! Hung out to dry! Rin stands by the ropes, looking at Zucconi who's now on the floor before taking a few steps back gauging height, distance and speed she needs to accumulate for a lethal move. She runs the ropes, goes up and over for a falling elbow drop! She flattens the almost standing Succoni to roars from the crowd, and even a nod of respect from NausicaĂ€! Rin responds with the SKY Force salute, a fist in the air and the other over her breast!Â
Hawke: What a nice moment between mentor and mentee, friends, allies!Â
Randy: It ain't gonna be nice for long! Zucconi is awake and ready to feast!
The crowd all collectively gasp as Zucconi just steamrolls over Rin while she's distracted! He stares down NausicaÀ, shaking a finger before lifting up Rin and dragging his thumb across her throat. He whips Rin across the stairs, tumbling in front of the announcers desk! Zucconi grabs her again and smacks her head off the desk, before whipping her into the ring!
Hawke: I know you're used to it but I'll never enjoy being that close to the action.
Randy: Some day I'll be getting you in the ring! *gasp* We should have booked us a match at Supremacy! Do you think it's too late?
Hawke: Yeah, almost a week too late. And thank God for that.
Back in the ring, Zucconi tries to lock in a sleeper hold on Rin! She's too squirmy, she wiggles out and tries to lock one of her own in! Getting that locked in, she turns and tries her patented Worst Flight swinging move! But he's too big, too heavy to swing around by the throat! He elbows her in the gut and headbutts her for her troubles. Zucconi then picks her up in a bearhug to wear her down! Rin screams and pokes him in the eye, making him drop her! He swipes with his big tree trunk arms but nothing hits! That's because Rin dropped and is up on the top rope! She whistles at Zucconi, who turns and sees her now! He storms to the corner and Rin boots him in the face, before lifting him up into a package pile driver position!
Randy: PRIMEVAL PANDEMONIUM! SUZUKI'S ULTIMATE FINISHING MANEUVER!
Hawke: Rin wants this win, and wants to dedicate it to her mentor!Â
However, Rin wastes too much time dedicating the win she has not yet earned, for Zucconi lifts her up for a DOUBLE UNDERHOOK BACK-TO-BACK PILEDRIVER OFF THE TOP ROPE! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! THE CROWD VOICES THEIR EXCITEMENT AS RIN IS FLAT OUT KNOCKED OUT COLD! GOD DAMN! ZUCCONI CRAWLS OVER TO RIN AND HOOKS BOTH LEGS, ONE TWO THREE! BY GOD!
Bonnie Jenkins: Wow! The winner this match and advancing to the X*Crown Championship match at Supremacy, ZUCCONI!
Randy: Right on! That looked like a wild ride! Congrats to Zucconi!
Hawke: In their first outing at a global XHF show, Phoenix Pro advance to the X*Crown main event at Supremacy! Good on them!
Randy: I'm bummed Rin lost but hey, next time Kira should be picking ME to represent J-RoK dammit!
Hawke: You have commentary duties. You can't just abandon that to wrestle.
Randy: Watch me!
Bonnie Jenkins: The following match is scheduled for one fall! The winner of this match will go on to fight for the X*Crown at Supremacy. Featuring first from Cologne, Germany, she stands at six foot three inches and weighs in at one hundred and forty-five poundsâŠshe is Esmeralda von Krauss!
âCircus Apocalypseâ by Vermillion Lies begins playing as Esmeralda walks out from the back in a shimmering gold gown. She has a golden foot long cigarette holder that she has a lit Egyptian cigarette in. She takes in the boos of the crowd with a shining smile before heading down to the ring. She steps through the ropes in a sensual manner, drawing a few catcalls from the crowd.
Hawke: She doesn't look like she's ready to wrestle a match. She looks like shez's going to go out on the town!
Randy: Always more than meets the eye with Esmeralda.
Esmeralda finishes her cigarette and flicks the cigarette butt from the ring. She reaches to the back of her neck and unties part of her gown so that it slides off of her body to reveal a black wrestling singlet. She kicks the dress to the corner and tosses her cigarette holder to it. She turns around to the center of the ring only to have the referee in her face. He points down at her thigh where she has her upholstery needles where she can reach them.
Hawke: Esmeralda didn't take the needles off? What is she thinking?
Randy: That she might want to puncture Jester during the match?
Hawke: Of course she might, but then she would lose the match.
Randy: Maybe.
Hawke: Has the ref given up trying to take those needles?
Randy: It sure looks like it. I wonder why?
Bonnie Jenkins: Originally kicked out of Dark Falls, Indiana... he stands at six foot three inches tall and weighs in tonight at two hundred and five pounds... He is the Chaotic Force of Nature JESTER LEBEAU!!!
"Welcome to my Nightmare" by Alice Cooper begins to play as Jester walks out to the ring moving at a slow pace as if in a daze.
Dressed in black pants with purple boots, purple wrist tape and purple pads. He comes to the ring in a full-length black leather coat with silver barbed wire painted on the left arm and silver flames on the right arm, a purple scarf and purple top hat. As Jester gets into the ring and looks at the crowd, he grins then he removes his hat, covers his face as he brings it down and then reveals an evil focus in his eyes. Before the bell rings, Jester slumps in the corner against the ropes.
Hawke: I wonder how Jester is going to react to the needles being still there.
Randy: We are about to find out. He sees them!
ONE ON ONE NORMAL MATCH - WINNER JOINS THE XHF X*CROWN CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH AT SUPREMACY
Jester Lebeau (UP Wrestling) vs Esmerelda von Krauss (REIGN)
Jester Lebeau meets Esmeralda von Krauss in the center of the ring. He looks to the referee and points at the upholstery needles.
Jester Lebeau: Thatâs not fair! How come she can bring toys and I was told no?
Before the ref can say anything, Esmeralda pushes him out of the way.
Esmeralda von Krauss: Itâs a no disqualification match, dahling. Go fetch your toys.
Jester stands there with his mouth hanging open in shock. He looks to the referee, who just shrugs.
Jester Lebeau: You say I can go get my toys and then use them on you.
Esmeralda walks over to her corner, grabs her foot long holder, and lights a new Egyptian cigarette while Jester watches with a mixture of excitement and confusion.
Esmeralda von Krauss: Why are you still here, dahling? Get your toys.
Jester doesnât need to be told again as he jumps over the top rope to land on the floor and RUNS to the back. He comes back out onto the entrance stage with a large red wagon full of stuff. Barbed wire, baseball bats, lead pipes, a kendo stick, a vibrating pink dildo, and many other things. He begins throwing items into the ring from the outside of the ring, Esmeralda catching a build a bear workshop bear wrapped in barbed wire.
Hawke: I donât know if Esmeralda really meant these toys.
Randy: Look at her? Sheâs enjoying the moment! Does she get off on bloodshed?
Hawke: Well, I donât know?
Randy: I really think so.
Jester rolls into the ring after sliding in a steel folding chair wrapped in barbed wire. He jumps to his feet with the chair and rushes at Esmeralda with it, who hits a backflip kick to send the steel chair back into Jesterâs face. Esmeralda lands on her feet and lunges at Jester for a palm strike, but Jester is still ready with the steel chair having shrugged off being hit by it. He slams Esmeralda full in the face with the chair, sending her directly to the mat with authority.
Jester Lebeau: Homerun, bitches!
Jester brings the chair down to smash Esmeralda in the face again, but she rolls out of the way and to her feet. Jester gets the steel chair up in time to block an upholstery needle being thrown at his face. His eyes open wide as the needle pierces the seat of the chair and still nearly gets him in the face.
He tosses the chair to the side and lunges at Esmeralda, grabbing her by the arm and shoulder to whip her into the ropes. He rushes at her to meet her at the ropes where she is rebounding to hit a massive lariat that takes them both over the top rope and to the floor.
Jester and Esmeralda are quick to get to their feet where Esmeralda hits a roundhouse kick that backs Jester up to the ring apron. Jester grabs something from the ring apron and sends a fireball back into Esmeraldaâs face! He grabs her and whips her face first into the ring steps, demolishing them.
He walks over to the ring steps and picks up the top step. He lifts it up overhead with a great sadistic smile when Esmeralda kicks him in the nuts! Jester drops the step on top of his own head and falls to the mat nearby Esmeralda, who is starting to get up. She wipes dark red blood from her face in mild annoyance before pulling Jester up and throwing him back into the ring and following.
Jester gets to his feet first, grabs a length of barbed wire and does a double fish hook move with the barbed wire in Esmeraldaâs mouth as he pulls back like it were a reverse chin lock. The ref rushes to see if Esmeralda will surrender, but she does not.
Even as her cheeks tear and the wire is pulled tight against the jaw joint, allowing Esmeraldaâs mouth to open impossibly wide, blood spurting from the sides of her face.
Hawke: Jeeze. You think Esmeralda knew what toys that Jester was going to bring?
Randy: I donât know. She might be regretting it now!
Esmeralda gives up trying to pry the barbed wire from her mouth and grabs one of her upholstery needles. She slams it home into Jesterâs foot, causing him to yelp and break the hold. Esmeralda rolls away and curses in German as she tries to remove the barbed wire from her face. Seems that the wounds have healed the barbed wire into place. Jester chortles and tries to walk her way to continue his offensive, but the foot with the needle in it wonât move.
Jester Lebeau: The fuck? You pinned me to the mat? You fucktwat!
The crowd winces with Jester as he lifts his foot from the mat so that the needle passes all the way through his foot. He lets out a shout of pain that he laughs at the end of.
Jester Lebeau: Your turn!
Esmeralda von Krauss doesnât speak, narrowing her eyes at Jester as she grabs on side of the barbed wire. She breathes in deep and pulls the barbed wire out through the side of her mouth, spraying blood everywhere.
The moment she closes her eyes in pain is when Jester moves. He takes her down in a Lou then press, mounting her and wailing on her with lefts and rights to splatter the blood from her torn cheeks across the mat (and pretty much everywhere else). He gets up and pulls Esmeralda up to get her into a front face lock, but Esmeralda gets him up into the air and hits an inverted atomic drop! A quick knife edge attack plunges her fingertips into soft flesh as she grabs hold of Jesterâs collar bone on the right side. Jesterâs mouth flies open in pain, but no scream comes out. He drops to his knees while Esmeralda squeezes and twists the bone.
Hawke: Shouldnât that be illegal?
Randy: You would think so, but I donât know that it is. BesidesâŠno dq match?
Hawke: Still, that shouldnât be allowed anywhere.
Randy: Iâd agree with you, but I ainât telling Esmeralda to stop. Are you?
Jester puts his left hand onto Esmeraldaâs thigh for support as she grinds away at his bone and suddenly moves. He grabs one of the upholstery needles out and plunges it into her leg! This causes Esmeralda to howl in pain and break the hold on the collar bone. She limps backwards a few steps while Jester clutches at the hole in his shoulder that oozes a river of blood. Esmeralda pulls the needle out as Jester gets to his feet and then throws it at him as he charges.
Jester puts his hand out on instinct to stop the projectile and it buries itself into the palm of his hand, sinking into his wrist and arm so that only a piece of the needle is sticking out. He starts trying to pull the needle out of his arm when he notices Esmeralda lunging at him. She lands in a squat right in front of him and leaps into the air hitting a leaping palm strike to the jaw that sends Jester flying backwards toward the center of the ring with blood flying everywhere from his mouth and his different wounds. She limps over to his fallen form and goes for the cover.
One
Two
Three!
Bonnie Jenkins: Winner of the match and moving on to Supremacy to go for the X*CrownâŠEsmeralda von Krauss!
Hawke: That was crazy violent! Are you sure that this match was supposed to be no dq?
Randy: Iâm not sure of anything right now.
Hawke: EMTs are coming down to the ring to see to the health of Jester and Esmeralda.
Randy: Janitors coming so they can clean up the blood.
Hawke: So much bloodâŠ
Randy: Right?
The tank rolled across the street, battering down the parking gate to the cheers of a few onlooking fans. The tank cruised through the parking lot, nearly knocking aside a few cars as it bounced and rumbled forward. Donzig himself stood in the hatch, a bullhorn in hand. Sinclair Godfrey stood beside him clearly mystified.
The Death Squad sat on the turret, one of them standing with a black and red Donzig-gun banner snapping defiantly as the tank kept on heading for the arena. And Donzig bellowed into the bullhorn.
Donzig: ....But I'm never off, always on to the break of dawn
C-O-M-P-T-O-N, and the city they call Long Beach
Puttin' the shit together...
He paused as a few fans cheered, and he waved back with a shrug. Then one of the kids ran forward, pointing as he yelled.
Kid: Mommy! Why does Lord Dominicus have a tank!
The boy's mother scooped him up, yelling to be heard over the roaring engine of the tank.
Mother: He is taking beating Adrien Cochrane very seriously, honey!
Donzig: I am not Lord Domnicus!
Donzig roared into the bullhorn, shaking his fist at them as the tank continued onward. He shook his head, turning to Sinclair as more fans cheered at the tank. Then he rapped his knuckles on the hatch.
The tank halted, and he stared down at the fans before he pointed at one.
Donzig: Would you like to speak your thoughts on how XHF has excluded their hottest property from this event?
The fan blinked, and stepped forward through the cloud of diesel smoke.
Fan #1: Ah, well, you know Spike can't be on every card. I think he is booked for Supremacy!
Sinclair sighed, and Donzig lifted the bullhorn.
Donzig: I mean me! You fucking buffoon!
Fan #1: You? I mean you're cool and all, but you are literally on every show on the network! Like every fed, come on! Hasn't anyone ever told you that less is more?
The guy asked, and a few of his comrades nodded as Donzig stared down at them.
Donzig: You dare!
Sinclair of course rapped her knuckles on the hatch, and the tank lurched back into motion as Donzig fumed. And he lifted the bullhorn again, yelling as the tank nearly avoided a security guard who looked totally bewildered.
Donzig: People of XHF! Don't worry! Donzig-gun is here to save this Premium Live Event from being rubbish!
Fan #2: I think they are still calling them Pay-per-View!' yelled a fan loudly, and Donzig shook his head before he answered.
Donzig: No one is paying for this shit! Who is your favorite XHF star?
The man puffed out his chest, pointing at his t-shirt as he yelled back.
Fan #2: I love Venom!
Donzig glanced at Sinclair, who shrugged.
Donzig: I am sorry for your parents!
The fan seemed confused by that, and Donzig shook his head as he muttered. Sinclair covered a smile, shoulders shaking as the tank jerked to a halt as they entered a thicker crowd. Donzig looked down at the surrounding fans, and pointed.
Donzig: You! Who is your favorite superstar not on this card! Voice your displeasure!
Fan #3: Misha.
Donzig tilted his head.
Donzig: Misha? Misha Constatine?!
Fan #3: Yeah! It is some shit they are not on this card!
The man snapped angrily, and Donzig looked to Sinclair.
Donzig: This man actually likes Misha Constatine more than me? Where is my life going.
Donzig waved a hand, and pointed at another fan.
Donzig: You! Same question!
Fan #4: Blobby! It is travesty he is off this show!
Donzig lifted a hand to his throat, and he turned to Sinclair.
Donzig: Blobby is not even on the card? That's fucking rough, I mean Blobby is money.
Of course, as soon as the Death Squad heard Blobby's name they stiffened. Mormo's hand tightening on the banner as he looked around wildly, and Moloch rose to stand as his hands tightened into fists. They looked rather panicked all the same, and Sinclair lifted a hand to steady them as Donzig rubbed at his chin.
Fan #5: Hey! I like it when you're more serious!
The fan yelled, and now Sinclair looked around in a panic. Donzig hissed, and he leaned forward with his hands on the side of the hatch as she grabbed at his shoulder.
Sinclair didn't want to deal with one of those trademark Donzig personality shifts at the moment.
Fan #5: Nathan Fucking Cage should be on this card! What kind of show doesn't have Nathan Cage!
The fan demanded. Donzig nodded grimly, his hands tightened on the edge of the hatch again. His head tilting before he growled.
Donzig: You're right! XHF has much to answer for, this will not stand!
A hand hammered down, and the tank once more growled to life. The crowd spreading before it, and Donzig glowered as a hand lifted to wipe the mask. And the tank slowly ground forward, and Donzig's attention turned to the arena. His hands rubbing together as he purred.
Donzig: Now it is time for the XHF to reap the whirlwind! They will all pay for leaving me off the card! Arm the guns!
The other hatch popped open, and the old man stuck his head up with a confused look.
Old Man: Ah, sir? These guns don't work, they are replicas?
Donzig stared.
Donzig: What?
The man shrugged, and Sinclair arched a brow before Donzig grunted.
Donzig: What do you expect from GUNS anyhow, eh?
Bonnie Jenkins: The following contest is scheduled for ONE FALL! The winner will go on to Supremacy to challenge for the X*Crown! Introducing first, from the most EVIL place in the world, the DARKEST of UNKNOWN WASTELANDS! Representing Competitive Automotive Racing, he is "THE REEEEEEAL" LOOOOOOOOOOOOORD DOOOMINICUUUUUUUUUUS!
A mighty rumbling is felt as the realest dinosaur we've ever seen thunders out of gorilla. Dino Bones, wearing a convincing top hat, goatee and monocle lets out a mighty roar as Lord Dominicus' head pops out from between his shoulder blades.
Lord Dominicus: ONWARD! TO VICTORY, GLORY AND HEGEMONY!
Dino Bones storms the ringside area and LD jumps off his back, rolling in the ring and posing MOST EVILLY for those in attendance.
Hawke: I hope Dino Bones leaves. He scares me, and honestly a guy such as himself shouldn't be present at ringside.
Randy: Nonsense! I've had many deep, thoughtful conversations with Sir Bones about life, death and the afterlife.
Hawke: I didn't take you for such a philosophical guy, Randy.
Randy: Oh nah, I try to talk booze and he leads the conversation astray to more boring things.
Bonnie Jenkins: And his opponent, from New Orleans Louisiana. Representing Fullmetal Wrestling Alliance, he is "THE DROPKICK KICK" ADRIENNNN COCHRAAAAANEEEEEEEEE!
The lights turn off for a moment. The dueling guitar riffs from Simple Plan guitarists SĂ©bastien Lefebvre and Jeff Stinco from their song âLast One Standingâ as the screen reads â#Believeâ in a light blue font. With a solitary spotlight on the top of the ramp, Adrien Cochrane appears the moment Pierre Bouvierâs vocals begin to echo throughout the venue.
âHow many times are you gonna try to shut me out?
I told you once, told you twice, I ain't going to turn back around
You can say whatever, try to mess with me
I don't care, I'm not scared
You don't have to say you're sorry, save your sympathy
With a friend like you, I don't need an enemy
I would give you time if you were worth it
But guess what, you're not worth itâ
Cochrane looks at the fans from the ramp for a moment, giving a smile as he makes his way down the ramp and to the ring, hitting as many high fives and fist bumps as he can on his way to his destination.
As Adrien leaps over the ropes to enter the squared circle and removes his black leather jacket to expose his #Believe shirt, he leans on the ropes with his fist in the air to the sound of the chorus.
âWhoa-oh, whoa-oh, I'm always going to be the last one standing
Whoa-oh, whoa-oh, because I'm never going to give up trying
And now I'm ready to go, I'm here, I'm waiting for you
And I'm gonna be the last one standingâ
Randy: Tell me this Hawke. FWA closes in the beginnings of this month. How does Adrien still get to have a spot on our show?
Hawke: Ugh. You're buying into LD's crap? Their rep was submitted before they closed. As kind of a one last shot.
Randy: But all I'm saying, they close after handing it to him? LD has some points my friend!
Hawke: When the show is over I'll explain it from the business standpoint. I am a nebulous executive after all.
ONE ON ONE NORMAL MATCH - WINNER JOINS THE XHF X*CROWN CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH AT SUPREMACY
Lord Dominicus (CAR) vs Adrien Cochrane (FWA)
The bell rings and immediately it's off to an uneasy start. Adrien, the usually upbeat fighter was tense, focused. LD had said many words these last few weeks that cut him, cut him deep. LD bounces around, looking for an easy opening in the emotionally unstable Adrien. They lock up in the middle of the ring, with Adrien forcing LD back into a corner. Cochrane delivers some lethal chops to the former NPW Triple Crown Champion lighting his chest up like a Christmas tree. LD tanks them like a champ, pushing Cochrane back and charging him for a running neck breaker! Adrien ducks, and LD bounces off the ropes for something else! Doesn't matter, because Adrien rears back and dropkicks the teeth out of LD's mouth!
Randy: Number one, for those who make bets and keep score!
LD hits the mat hard, holding his chest from the impact of that kick. He scoots back to a corner, where Adrien runs and follows through with a cannonball, flinging himself into LD's not-so-welcoming arms! Adrien kips up from that, lifting LD up and Irish whipping him to the opposite corner. But LD counters and it's Adrien who's sent into the turnbuckles! He makes impact with the pads and stumbles out to get a forearm smashed in his face! Adrien goes down and LD takes a mounted position, beginning to rain strikes down onto the former X*Crown Champion! Lefts and rights from the Master of Evil as Adrien soaks that damage up! LD follows with a series of stomps to Adrien's legs, before wrapping him up with a grapevine around the leg and locking in an ankle lock!
Hawke: Smart strategy by Lord Dominicus! Take out Adrien's standing structure and he won't have a leg to stand on for his main style of offense!
Randy: Heh. He won't have a leg to stand on because LD's attacking his leg!
Hawke: Yeah... that's what he's doing. How is that funny?
Randy: Because he... he... heh, it just sounds funny man. I think I'm a liiiiiiittle too drunk.
Hawke: Great. *scoffs* Kids these days.
Adrien manages to tug and crawl his way to the ropes, living through a four count from the ref as LD doesn't let go of the hold! The damage is done though, and Adrien has a slight hobble as he walks now. That only puts a target on his leg, as LD dropkicks him back to the mat and follows up with an elbow to the knee!
Randy: Taking a page out of Adrien's book!
LD goes for something else, some sort of running splashy move, but Adrien pulls the strength within to roll out of the way. LD's crash and burn gives Adrien the time to stand up, stretch out his leg and assess the situation to formulate a battle plan. He goes over to LD, locking in an arm bar on the ground to pace the match out. LD pushes himself to his feet, throwing an elbow into Cochrane's gut before a shoulder tackle to send him back. LD runs the ropes but Adrien counters with a ducks under a wild clothesline, wrapping his arms around LD's waist and lifting him up and over for a German suplex! Adrien goes for the pin but LD kicks out at two! The sudden explosion staggers LD for a moment, who lays stunned on the mat as Adrien drags himself to the top ropes. LD stands up, confused where his opponent went and that's when it hits him! Literally! Cochrane flies in with a dropkick off of the top rope! LD is knocked to the mat and rolls onto the apron, Adrien stalking from afar.
Randy: That's now 2 Adrien, 1 Dominicus. Who do you think will deliver more dropkicks on this outing Hawke?
Hawke: Come on Randy, we all know Adrien will. He's literally the Dropkick King.
Randy: But a lord is higher in the hierarchy than a king, no?
Hawke: The opposite, Randy. Kings oversee lords, just as Adrien is overseeing LD now!
Randy: Oh.
Adrien steps through the ropes and lifts up LD. He tries to throw him back in the ring but LD lands on his feet and drives a shoulder into Adrien's gut! LD steps back out and grabs Adrien, lifting him up! Oh no oh no, SUUUUUUPLEX TO THE OUTSIDE OF THE RING! BOTH MEN LAND HARD, HOLDING THEIR BACKS AND CRYING OUT!Â
Hawke: That's gotta hurt!Â
LD uses the stairs to get back to his feet, climbing them and running the apron to Adrien! He jumps and wraps his legs around Adrien's head, time for a hurricanrana! Oh, oh no. Adrien lifts him back up and POWER BOMBS LD ON THE CONCRETE FLOOR! LD SCREAMS OUT IN PAIN BUT ADRIEN IS FOCUSED, STOIC. MAYBE HE WANTS TO BE A LITTLE EXTRA VIOLENT AFTER THE MIND GAMES LD PLAYED ON HIM FOR SO LONG!Â
Adrien picks up LD and rolls him into the ring, but LD keeps rolling all the way out! Right under Dino Bones! Oh man we forgot he was here, he just stands over LD not even noticing LD is using him as a shield right now. Adrien complains to the ref but the ref says there's nothing he can do, Dino Bones is causing as much trouble on the outside as Eddie Walker normally does. Adrien shakes his head and goes back outside, running around the ring until he's coming up behind LD! BASEMENT DROPKICK! NO! LD ROLLS BACK AND PUTS HIS KNEES UP! ADRIEN LANDS ON LD'S KNEES UNDER BONES AND CRUMPLES! LD TAKES ADVANTAGE AND PULLS OUT A HOT PEPPER FROM BONES' UNDER CAVITY, RUBBING IT IN HIS HANDS BEFORE PUTTING A THUMB IN ADRIEN'S EYE!
Hawke: Call back to the last time they fought! The Ghost Pepper Match at Road to End of Days!Â
Randy: C'mon ref! How'd you NOT see that?
Adrien is rolled back into the ring with LD shortly behind him. LD slides in with some quick punches to the dome of the Dropkick King, getting the crowd riled up! Adrien can't see a thing dammit! Adrien tries to fight through it, gaining his eyesight back as LD whips him to the corner and comes in for a splash! Adrien jumps out of the way! LD goes face-first into the ring post and damn he's knocked loopy! Adrien backs LD into that corner, delivering chops and punches! He can feel this is close, and needs to end it before LD can twist this away!
Adrien Cochrane: I can't let you have this victory, it means too much to me!
Adrien lifts LD up into a death valley driver position, he's going for the Dream Breaker! A move passed on to Adam Sanders! He climbs up to the top rope but LD squirms off! He grabs Adrien on the way down and plants him in a REVERSE X-FACTOR! THE DARKNESS! HE HIT THE DARKNESS FROM THE TOP ROPE! MAMA MIA! BOTH MEN ARE FLAT ON THE MAT AND NOT MOVING! THE REFEREE BEGINS A SLOW COUNT, THEY HAVE UNTIL TEN TO RISE! ONE, TWO! THEY'RE STIRRING BUT UNABLE TO FUNCTION YET! THREE, FOUR! THEY REALIZE THEY'RE BOTH INCHES FROM WINNING AND TRYING TO DRAW THE STRENGTH IN TO WIN! FIVE! SIX! ADRIEN IS TRYING TO PULL HIMSELF TO HIS FEET AND LD IS JUST DRAGGING HIMSELF TO ADRIEN! SEVEN! ADRIEN WAS ALMOST UP BUT HE FALLS! LD WIGGLES AND SQUIRMS, HE PLANTS HIMSELF ON TOP OF ADRIEN FOR A PIN! ONE, TWO, THREE! HE GOT 'IM! WE HAVE A WINNER!
Bonnie Jenkins: The winner of this match and advancing to the MAIN EVENT of SUPREMACY, LORD DOMINICUS!
Randy: LD wins! CAR advances to the Supremacy main event!
Hawke: So ends the journey for Adrien. He had one last shot to avenge FWA and amend the wrongs done to the Graham family. He really gave it his all, but LD was just a bit too slippery for him.
Hawke: Well fans, coming up next we have a special attraction-
Randy: MAIN EVENT! MISTER Hegemony himself looking to go three for three on BFH super fights, while proving to the XHF who our REAL King of the Death Match is-
Hawke: Thatâs right, Randy. The 2020 End of Days runner-up taking on the 2021 End of Days winner in what might not be a technical classic, but will certainly set the bar for bloodiest contest of the year.
Randy: Itâs only January, and weâre going to be hard pressed for the next eleven months to come up with something as sick.
Hawke: Career-ending injuries are a serious possibility.
Randy: I canât believe Steve Awesome actually agreed to this contest! He has to take on Dylan Black in two weeks â by the time this thing is over, it might be HIS severed arm dangling from a forklift.
Hawke: Both competitors seem to be underestimating their opponents, and just how much damage one of these violent stipulations can do- let alone all of them.
Randy: An Overkill match! If you can think of a weapon from any other death match, than the former Commissioner has shoved it into the ring.
Hawke: Viewers, the XHF prides itself on being entertainment for all ages, but if you have little ones watching at home â we strongly encourage viewer digression
Randy: So why is the ring still normal? I was expecting a panda palace at least.
Hawke: It took so much time to gimmick the ring between matches, which was then deemed too unsafe to be close to spectators, that we are hosting it just off site.
Randy: Two venues? How Wrestlemania III! Can Battle for Hegemony beat Supremacyâs attendance record? Believe in the power of twenty-dollar words!
The feed cuts from inside the Downtown Long Beach Convention Center to across the Queensway Bay, where every person who was denied entrance by limited capacity seems to have massed onto Harry Bridges Memorial Park. Thousands of people crowd in close proximity, all eyes on the shore where a post-apocalyptic fortress appears to have been set up.
Hawke: Sainovic and Awesome have drawn a- frankly dangerous sized crowd âinto the shadow of The Queen Mary.
The ring floats on the bay.
Randy: Jesus.
Ropes have been replaced by barbwire, which have flaming rags attached to them, and florescent glass tubes, all of which has been electrified. Spiked poles have been attached to each ring post, which support a steel net twenty feet above the ring. The net contains jagged scraps of metal, which have been set on fire. A helpful timer in the center of the net indicated 20 minutes â which is how long the competitors have before a time bomb dumps the flaming shrapnel into the ring.
With the exception of a small clearing in the center of the ring, the canvas is littered all manner of weapons, as well as thumbtacks, broken glass, beds of nails, electric chairs, land mines, rakes, ghost peppers, and LEGO pieces.
Each of the four posts has weapons affixed to them; baseball bats, sledgehammers, coal minerâs gloves, but guarding the treasure trove of objects are beasts. An animal is attached to each of the four corners, with just enough harness so that they are only dangerous in their respective corners. In the upper right, a lion. In the upper left, a notorious man-eating bear on loan from GUNS. In the lower right, a tiger to complete the OZ fear of the woods. Oh my. And in the bottom left, a dozen murder hornets have been attached with strings. They seem very angry.
Just outside the ring float four tanks. One is full of sand, cactus and poisonous scorpions. Another has a few hundred poisonous looking spiders, which have already started exploring the rest of the contraception, but there are still enough tarantulas to give pause. The next has an alligator. The final compartment houses some mean looking German Shepherds.
Below all of this, their patch of the Queensway Bay has fences, creating a tiger shark enclosure. A second clock attached to the ring is set for 30. Just in case the competitors canât finish the match before the time bombs above fill through the ring with death from above, ten minutes later a second explosion will send everything in the ring crashing into the shark infested waters... which will also make getting a pin more difficult.
Randy: What am I looking at?
Hawke: THAT is an Overkill match, apparently.
Randy: What no automatic machine guns? Why donât the animals have lasers or grenades attached?
Hawke: In case Awesome or Sainovic survive to try this match again, donât give them any ideas...
A small speedboat takes Bonnie Jenkins close to the floating death trap.
Bonnie Jenkins: Iâm not getting near that thing-
There is some polite conversation between a number of officials on the boat about the XHFâs legal responsibilities if the large crowd started to riot. After heated discourse, finally the boat moves closer to the shore, versus dropping off Jenkins.
Bonnie Jenkins: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, THE FOLLOWING CONTEST IS AN OVERKILL MATCH!
Crowd: *Hooting & Hollering*
Bonnie Jenkins: It is scheduled for ONE fall and has a SIXTY-minute time limit-
The Heavy's "Big Bad Wolf" blasts over the PA system.
Bonnie Jenkins: Entering first, standing at 6â1â and weighing in at 242 lbs., he comes to us from Belgrade, Serbia-
ZE COMMISSIONER
YOUR FINAL BOSS-
MIIIIIIIIIIISTER H E G E M O N Y-
ZORAN SAINOVIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIC!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
#With Time Slipping Away#
#I Can't Say What I'll Do...#
#You Got Nothing To Saaaaaaaaaaaay#
#'Til I Tell You Who's Whoooooooooooooo#
#You Know Why?#
Security have their work cut out from them cutting a line through the crowd for the former X*Crown champion. The audience swarm, quick to give XHFâs 2020 heel of the year a piece of their minds. Garbage is thrown, but it doesnât phase the monster who maintains a methodical pace with his music, even as security wish heâd hurry up. Beer splashes his Armani suit, but Sainovic doesn't care. He has money to burn. The swagger is very real.
#Cos I'm The Big Bad Wolf#
#(What You Say)#
#I'm The Big Bad Wolf#
#(What You Say)#
#I'm The Big Bad Wolf#
#And I'm Blowing Down Your Neighbourhood#
A plank is set down from the ring, allowing Sainovic to walk safely over the scorpion pavilion and join an extremely nervous referee Scraps McGee in the centre of the ring. Ignoring the floating zoo, Sainovic turns to await his prey.
#I SAID#
#AAAAAAAWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO#
Randy: How did poor Scraps McGee get stuck refereeing this match?
Hawke: He makes extremely off colour jokes on his twitter account and is lucky to be working any matches.
Randy: The man is a genius. Did you see the one about the Rabbi, the Priest, and Off the Wagon entering a bar?
Hawke: Unfortunately, yes. We all did.
Randy: True story.
The impatient crowd start their chants.
"AWE-SOME! AWE-SOME! AWE-SOME!"
Bonnie Jenkins: And his opponent- standing at 6â2â and weighing in at 238lbs, he comes to us from Detroit, Michigan-
THE FACE OF THE FRANCHISE-
THAT BLAST OF CLASS-
NOT SAFE FOR WRESTLING-
STEVE AWESOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
"REGRETS I'VE HAD MINE!"
What lighting the park venue allowed explode to life flashing green and black to the beat as Steve Awesome comes running out with intensity to the hyped up chorus of "Full of Regrets" by Danko Jones.
#Lonely nights/ and a whole lot of wasted time!#
#If you see her wont you tell her for me/#
#It's better this way to avoid all the misery#
The chorus plays again as Steve walks down towards the ominous structure on the bay. Security have to work overtime again, trying to clear a path to keep Awesome from getting mobbed. The guitar starts soloing and Steve hops up the planks into the ring and he provocatively slips off his jacket and then spins and drops into a kneel and he flexes his arms. Only to get almost mauled by the lion. Staggering to the safety of the centre of the ring, Steve leaves his coat to get eaten by the lion. It looks good in the catâs mouth.
ONE ON ONE OVEREKILL MATCH - SIXTY MINUTE TIME LIMIT
Zoran Sainovic vs Steve Awesome
Hawke: Referee going over the rules with both men.
Randy: Ha, Scraps making sure to point out the two time bombs- HE really doesnât want to be in there when those things go off. Stop whining Scraps- Mongo gave you safety goggles!
Hawke: Wait- Zoran Sainovic reaching behind his back, to pull out a Flying Guillotine! Werenât there enough weapons alr-
Randy: Before the Final Boss can decapitate Steve with the guillotine-
Steve Awesome (pointing): WHAT IS THAT?
DING! DING! DING!
Hawke: Zoran looks, and Awesome with an inside cradle takes Sainovic over-
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
Randy: What?
DING! DING! DING!
Randy: BULLSHIT!
Hawke: What did we just see?
Bonnie Jenkins: ...what? REALLY? Um, okay. The winner of this match- as the result of a pinfall-
Steve Awesome?
Sainovic almost immediately kicks out of the cradle, before starring up at the sky in disbelief. Steve Awesome is quickly up to his feet, business as usual, like it was nothing.
Randy: He pulled that hold before the bell! Non-start! Scraps gave a fast count!
JANUARY 11th, 2022
J-ROK PRESS CONFERENCE
Reporters have gathered at the Umeda Branch of J-RoK's Osaka region offices. A table has been set up at the far side of the conference room, with banners promoting J-RoK's upcoming involvement in Supremacy. A generic J-RoK stooge officiates the conference from a podium.
Official: As you are aware, J-RoK will be challenging the XHF Junior Heavyweight Title held by NLW's Chris Sanderson at the event. When it originally looked like we were going into Supremacy while holding the championship, the top challenger we could think of for Florida Man would be none other than his SKY Force second-in-command, Charles-
Florida Man: NO WAY!
The Man From Florida is sitting at the table, and still hasn't picked up the strange Asian custom of politely waiting till its your turn to speak. The more flashbulbs go off, the more animated the All American luchador gets.
Florida Man: Charles is my friend! No way Charles is going to betray me by going after my belt. He knows how much me as champion means to all the little Florida Man's Sky Force fans out there! He would never accept your offer-
The J-RoK official waits a beat.
Official: Plans for the Florida Man defense against Charles - Match of the Year - were put on pause when he relinquished his hold on the belt-
Florida Man: See, it was a happy ending for everyone!
Official: As the competitor that brought the prestige of the Junior Heavyweight title to J-RoK, it is only right that we give Florida Man an opportunity to reclaim his championship.
Florida Man: That's what I'm talking about, Fox can brag about his boring long ass run till he's blue in the face, TWO TIME CHAMP BABY!
The press start racing to their phones, trying to get the news out of Florida Man versus Brad Kane's Kid 2.
Florida Man: THANKS FOR COMING EVERYONE - DRINKS ARE ON YOU!
The Croc Faced Luchador gets up to head to the bar.
Official: Yet the prospect of having Charles, at 8 ounces the lightest competitor in the division, go for the gold was too great to pass up-
Florida Man: Come again?
Official: So at Supremacy, Chris Sanderson will defend against Florida Man AND Charles in a three-way-dance!
Florida Man: NO! NO! CHARLES WILL HAVE NO PART OF YOUR DUBIOUS PLOY!
It is only at this moment that Florida Man realizes the other chair at the table has Charles propped up in it, and he's been there all along.
Charles: ...
Florida Man: This can't be. This isn't you, Charles! Hayley is just putting words in your mouth. This isn't you buddy. We're friends. You know how much me being champion means to Sky Force's fans!
Charles: ...
Florida Man: Please, no, itâs not happening. Weâre friends, Charles, please!
Charles: ...
Florida Man rips off his gold chain and American Pussy T-shirt, but does it in a way where the camera angle can't tell if he did it or if Charles did. Betrayed, Florida Man falls to his knees.
Florida Man: Charles... no....
Official: You're bleeding Florida Man. You're bleeding.
The official points to Florida Man's chest where his gold crucifix used to be, and there is a small trickle of blood. Holding the despondent self-proclaimed leader of Sky Force by the shoulders, the J-RoK official helps the broken man out - leaving Charles to field the reporters many questions.
Charles: ...
The footage cuts back to the announce crew.
Hawke: J-RoK sending both Florida Man and Charles to challenge for the Junior Heavyweight Title at Supremacy? I smell match of the night.
Randy: OTW has faced the American Pussy in the past, they barely noticed we were in there with them - if those two were on the same page, Sanderson's title days would be numbered. But as it stands? He's just lucky there is trouble in paradise for American Pussy.
Bonnie Jenkins: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! The winner will go on to Supremacy to go for the X*Crown! Featuring first the challenger, hailing from Harrisburg, PennsylvaniaâŠhe is Felix!
The lights go out as Felix's music, The Pledge of the Demon, starts up... leaving the stage completely black. As his music picks up a spotlight shines down onto Felix, who is facing away from the ring so the camera can focus on the intricate tattoo of a wolf in the Oriental style emblazed across his back. (Example of Style) He turns as the camera moves back, a string of Buddist Mala Beads around his neck, his eyes focusing on the ring as spotlights roam over the crowd. He heads down the ramp, the spotlight following him, bowing his head to any of his fans that have signs or are kids on the way down to the ring. As he arrives at ringside his eyes snap back to his opponent, keeping locked on them as he gets into the ring. He gives them a short bow, the Classic Palm to Fist before settling into his fighting stance as the lights return to normal.
Hawke: Felix looks ready to take on the X*Crown champion!
Randy: He still has to beat El Rey first!
Hawke: I would imagine that a martial artist like him will win out in the end.
Randy: How many martial artists are there wandering around? A lot.
Bonnie Jenkins: And his opponent, hailing from Atlanta, GeorgiaâŠEl Rey!
The opening of the Big Seanâs âWolvesâ hits the pa system and El Rey strolls onto the stage wearing the mask he stole off of the head of El Combatiente. He looks around soaking up the surroundings before ripping the mask off of his head and revealing the half painted face. He strolls down the ramp ignoring the outstretched hands of the fans until he reaches the ring. At ringside he leaps up onto the apron and then over the ropes and spins around in the ring with his arms outstretched. He spins around a couple times and then moves to the corner waiting for the match to begin.
Hawke: I suppose El Rey looks ready too. This is going to be a tight match!
Randy: Do us all a favor and never say something is going to be tight again.
Hawke: Why?
Randy: It just sounds wrong when it comes out of your mouth.
Hawke: Well, okay.
Randy: This is going to be one close match.
ONE ON ONE NORMAL MATCH - WINNER JOINS THE XHF X*CROWN CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH AT SUPREMACY
Felix (NLW) vs El Rey (GUNS)
As the bell sounds to start the match, Felix rushes across the ring to engage with El Rey. He gets in several strikes before whipping El Rey into the ropes. He goes for a series of tiger palm strikes on the rebound, but El Rey quickly sidesteps the assault. He slips around behind Felix, who spins around into a roundhouse kick that takes Felix to the mat!
Felix jumps right back to his feet, but is grabbed and sent back down to the mat with a snap suplex. Felix is back to his feet again, El Rey reaches for him, but an uppercut strike knocks him back a couple of steps to give Felix the opening he needs for his tiger palm strikes to the midsection! Felix whips El Rey into the ropes, hitting a hip toss on the rebound, but El Rey lands on his feet, bringing Felix down with an arm drag that he transitions into an arm bar.
Hawke: El Rey showing the kind of speed that he has.
Randy: Well yeah. He has to be fast to get by Felixâs reflexes.
Felix breaks the hold and goes low, sweeping El Rey off of his feet. El Rey bounces right back up, but is grabbed around the head by Felix who slams his knees into El Reyâs chest over and over again before casting him to the ropes and hitting a spin kick on the rebound that sends El Rey to the mat.
El Rey rolls back to his feet, but Felix is on him with a stunning shooter palm strike that flips El Rey back to the mat with authority! This time Felix goes for the cover!
One
T-El Rey kicks out!
El Rey gets to his knees on his way to stand up, but Felix is on him again by hitting a spinning heel kick to the side of the head that sends El Rey back to the mat once again. This time, Felix pulls him up and hits a bridging Northern Lights suplex for the cover!
One
Two
T-El Rey kicks out!
Felix jumps up and pulls El Rey into an octopus lock. The ref checks to see if El Rey will submit and he refuses. El Rey does manage to get his hand from the mat to the ropes to get the hold broken. Felix steps back and kicks at El Reyâs chest, but his foot is caught. El Rey pulls Felix into a low blow! He lets Felix fall to the side before jumping with both feet onto Felixâs head to smash the side of his head into the mat!
Hawke: Was that even called for?
Randy: I mean, apparently it was. He did do it.
El Rey watches as Felix starts to recover and get up before punt kicking him in the mouth to send blood and spittle across the mat with such a cruel blow. El Rey grabs the back of Felixâs head and runs toward the ropes. El Rey jumps over the ropes while dropping Felixâs throat across the top rope to bounce him back toward the center of the ring. Felix rolls around the mat, clutching at his throat.
El Rey rolls back into the ring, right into a lecture from the ref (that he pretty much ignores). He grabs Felix to get him up into a tombstone position for the Society Killer (Styles Clash), but Felix breaks free of his grip, doing a sit up on El Rey and bringing him down with a rana!
Felix locks in the Go Rin no Sho (Gotchâs crucifix) and the ref runs in to see if El Rey will be submitting, but he does not.
Hawke: This could be it. I think El Rey is starting to crumble.
Randy: Heâs right by the ropes?
Hawke: Yeah, but does he know that?
Randy: Iâm thinking he does.
El Rey manages to get a foot on the bottom rope, forcing a break up of the hold. Felix stands up, pulling El Rey up to his feet. Felix hits a back suplex! He holds on, brings El Rey up and hits a full nelson suplex! Felix holds on again and pulls El Rey up and goes for the arm trap German suplex with a bridge, but before he could get El Rey up, the face painted warrior drops to his knees as so much dead weight. He snaps his head back, the back of his head crashing into Felixâs junk!
El Rey jumps up, brings Felix over in a snap mare. He pulls him down again into a easy roll up. The ref gets into position and El Rey grabs Felix by the tights to help leverage the pinfall.
Hawke: He canât do that!
Randy: I mean he is. Half of Felixâs ass is out.
One
Two
Three!
Bonnie Jenkins: Winner of the match and going on to the X*Crown match at the end of Supremacy is El Rey!
El Rey jumps up and celebrates his win, but is quickly spun around by an angry Felix and the two begin to brawl. El Rey quickly goes for two thumbs to the eyes to blind Felix, get him into that tombstone piledriver position, step into it, and Society Killer! Felix is out on the mat! El Rey gets back to his feet to continue to celebrate his win before heading to the back and leaving Felix in the ring.
Randy: El Rey wins! He goes to the Supremacy show for the second year in a row.
Hawke: Iâm guessing that El Rey can say that he got his revenge on NLW.
Randy: He sure did. Like I got revenge on this drink!
Hawke: Thatâs-you shouldnât be drinking now.
Randy: Whoâs gonna stop me from having a few cocktails? I stocked a bar under this table! All high proof too.
Hawke: Sounds like a dangerous thing to do, but we will see.
Randy: How dangerous could it be?
Hawke: Not as dangerous as Supremacy's MAIN EVENT! MISHA CONSTANTINE DEFENDS THE X*CROWN AGAINST ESMERELDA VON KRAUSS, LORD DOMINICUS, ZUCCONI AND EL REY! But that's in two weeks, and this is the end of BATTLE FOR HEGEMONY!
Randy: The BEST NAMED show on the network!
Hawke: Goodnight folks!